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yeojaa · 4 years

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( SOMETHING COMFORTING. )

Jeon Jungkook loves Overwatch, drinking games, and Halloween. What he loves more than that? You.

pairing. gamer!jjk x named f!reader.

genre + rating. idol!au set in room filled with bunnies and a cotton candy machine that’s exploded. it’s just that fluffy. (but also explicit cause why not.)

tags / warnings. established relationship, gaming (overwatch), dorky weeb references, mentions of drinking, yugyeom makes an appearance (!!), fingering, soft soft soft love making in the shower.

wc. 9.7k

beta reader(s). the lovely @kerikaaria read through this to make sure i didn’t get too nerdy. tysm! 💛 i may like further changes once my beloved @hobi-gif gets her hands on it but i’m a potato who wanted to post this quickly. oops...

author note. this fulfills the “jeon jungkook” square of @btsholidaybingo‘s bts holiday bingo 2020 and this is the couple from angels & airwaves. while this story isn’t super plot-driven, it’s meant to be a little peek into the lives of a couple that live in my mind rent-free and continue to make me soft and gooey inside. i hope you enjoy it!

You don’t know how he talked you into it or how it really happened. You remember, faintly, the mention of a party. Something about it being a small thing - just a few close friends, the members, etc. He’d said it so offhand, like commenting on the sky or asking for another package of Choco Boys, so you hadn't given it a second thought. If it was important, he’d bring it up again and if not, well, you hardly remembered it anyway. Win-win or whatever.

So you’d given up some intelligence points, traded them for space to fit more gaming knowledge. Somewhere along the line went your memory too - the conversation wiped from your brain like Will Smith had lasered it clean.

“Zarya’s one! Zarya’s one—“ You’re not sure how many times you can repeat yourself, shrieking through comms to a team that doesn’t seem to want to listen. You’re blasted into oblivion, Mercy’s prone body launched across the map as you watch your Rein fall too. There’s an irritation bubbling in your stomach, fizzing uncomfortably like the Japanese honeydew soda you’d had at lunch. “Zarya’s actually one!”

No one cares. She’s healed by the time you respawn and make it back across the map.

“Jesus—“ Your push-to-talk remains off for that flippant comment, distaste colouring your words a bitter shade of blue. You almost want to let your Ashe get headshot by the enemy Widow, only switching the stream from damage boosting to healing when your teammate starts spamming their hotkey.

I need healing! I need healing!

What you need is a team that listens to your calls or at the very least communicates in some way. Doesn’t seem like it’s going to happen though. There’s near radio silence in the voice chat, the only other person remotely helpful being your bouncing booping Lucio that’s trying to keep a flanking Tracer off point. Stupid. You almost feel bad for him, Guardian Angeling to him when no one else seems to want to offer any support.

Ah, the life of a support player in masters ranked. So infuriating and yet— nope. Just infuriating.

You lose the first round with 1:56 to spare, to no one’s surprise. Okay, maybe to your Reinhardt’s surprise. He’s being surprisingly chipper in text chat, sending WP and a dorky smiley face. You think he must volunteer at the local animal shelter and buy coffee for the people behind him in the drive-thru. He’s far too well-adjusted, not shooting off a single accusation to anyone on the team. A silver lining, you suppose.

Your second round starts well enough. Your comp is solid - as much as it can be in the current off-tank dominated meta. Hog, Zarya, a private profiled GM Widowmaker, Tracer, Lucio, and you as Ana. You’d prefer to play Mercy - find the most comfort in her skill set - but on an attack map, you’re not risking a headshot right out of spawn. Broken maximum damage good stuff means healers are squishy and you don’t have your usual DPS to boost. (He’s off doing god knows what - maybe filming an ad for Samsung or breaking the internet with his permed man bun.)

You make it through the choke without much ado. The enemy Rein is wildly out of position, eager to make some big brained play that goes terribly wrong. Your Lucio chuckles through voice and you join him, tossing a nade when your Zarya looks like she’s about to die to a poorly executed 360 shatter.

“You winning?”

It’s your boyfriend peeking over your shoulder, so close you nearly scream, mouse launched across your desk with the intensity of your reaction. You hadn’t heard him come in, the stupid sneaky bastard as quiet as a mouse.

(It’s not your own fault. He knows you can’t hear anything when you’ve got your headphones on, the noise cancelling in your state of the art Sennheisers not something to scoff at.)

“Jeez, Kook!” You want to be more mad. Really, you do. You’re scrambling across your desk to retrieve your mouse, squeaking a quick apology into team voice when your hero stays in one place for too long. Luckily, Hog - previously sweet kind Rein - throws his big fat piggy self directly in front of you, effectively saving you from an otherwise miserable death at the hands of Torbjorn.

“What?” Jeon Jungkook has the audacity to look scandalised, shiny eyes so wide and innocent they feel more as if they belong in an early 2000s anime.

You’re not even looking at him when you huff - too invested in your Overwatch game to give him the hell he deserves. All you manage is a swift don’t scare me like that! as you pump your tanks back to full health.

You notice Jungkook hasn’t moved away, still peering curiously over your shoulder. You know he hasn’t had much time to play lately, too involved with appearances for their comeback, his schedule too packed even for you some days. You don’t blame him when he pulls his chair up behind you, rolling into place so he’s just within your periphery.

It’s a little distracting; he smells good, like his - and by extension your - favourite laundry detergent and a fruity, nectarine-heavy shampoo you’d picked up for him when he’d run out of his usual. You notice then that his hair is wet, just the wrong-side of too damp with droplets beading over his neck. Moisture soaks into the top of his shirt and you think it might be more soaked than you can see; it’s hard to tell when it’s a jet black shirt, one of the many he keeps in your closet for the nights he stays over. You realise then that he must’ve been home far longer than you’d thought, if his freshly washed pink cheeks are any indication. (Because he takes seriously long showers, nearly doubling your water bill in the year you’ve been together.)

You want to ask what he’s doing here - you’d sworn he was busy for the next few days - but can’t find the adequate brain power to do so. You’re playing an incredibly high skill character (your words) and if you don’t get this goddamn shot on your Lucio to keep him up, your team is going to die (your ego’s words).

‘Ask Kook about his day’ gets scribbled on a paper on the desk in your head and filed away under To Do Later in your overflowing brainiac filing cabinet.

“Can we pleaaaaase focus their Zarya? She has grav.” Though you offer the tidbit of information, you don’t assume it’s going to be relied upon. Your team is well on their way to taking first point - surprisingly - and there’s still nearly three minutes left on the clock. If the six of you idiots can keep it together and kill that goddamn Zarya, there’s no doubt in your mind you’ll win the game.

Alas, fate is but a cruel mistress and said Zarya gets said grav off, sucking your own Russian tank and Tracer-turned-Soldier into her hell void. Not even your well-timed nade can save them from the Genji that dragon blades directly into their faces. Your poor Lucio dies to the same ult and you imagine you or your Widow are next. Your Hog’s just respawning, his lumbering silhouette not even on screen.

“Rip,” says your boyfriend - like the sound, not the letters - from beside you, a droplet of water splashing across your wrist when he shakes his head. He looks disappointed - as if he’s the one that’s lost the match. It makes you laugh, the sound tripping off your tongue despite the overwhelming rage you’re currently battling.

“Rip is right,” you mumble back, tossing yourself off the map. If you’re gonna die, it'll be on your own terms. Jungkook chuckles at that.

By the time you respawn, both you and Widow are joining a fight that looks like it’s going surprisingly well. There’s no one on point and you’re capping uncontested. Widow even headshots a wayward Moira.

“You should go top left.”

You don’t turn your head. Jungkook’s always been a bit of a backseat gamer, whether he’s watching your stream while he’s out of town or sitting right beside you. Sometimes, you love it; other times, you hate it. Most times, though, he’s right. He has surprisingly good game sense, despite being lower ranked than you (something you remind him of constantly, without shame).

“Can we go top left?” You parrot into your speaker.

For once, your team listens, most of them running up the sidewall with Widow right down main. Not for the first time you wish you were playing Mercy, if only to be able to damage boost your sniper while she distracts the enemy team. Still, you make due, taking your boyfriend’s next piece of advice when it comes, unsolicited. “You should be back right by the stairs. You can see up the hall and still heal Widow on top.”

You’d kiss him if you weren’t so intently focused, unable to tear your gaze from the screen when the enemy team seems to pluck their strategy directly from Jungkook’s skull and hold conservatively on point. Amazing.

“Your Zarya has grav. She’ll probably throw it on point so you should nade as soon as you get in and Widow can pick them off without full charge.”

If he were anyone else, you’d probably be giving him hell for mansplaining your favourite game to you. As it stands, you follow his instructions to the letter and the Team Kill marker flashes across your screen.

“Told you,” he quips, ever the snooty dork you adore.

“I was going to say thank you.” Just not right now. You can’t multitask quite like he can.

If you could look over, you think you’d see him grinning from ear to ear, buck teeth and dimples on full display. “I know.”

As it stands, the other team has trouble getting on point fast enough and you’re left with a whopping 3:56 left on the clock. Thank freaking god. You can win this, you think. Easy. No problem.

“Go Ana on defense.” At some point, Jungkook had gotten up to find a snack and he returns now, bag of shrimp chips in his hand and packet of matcha Pocky held between his teeth. You open your mouth for a stinky tasty treat and he shoves four crisps in, unceremoniously and with his signature dummy grin.

You manage to crunch crunch crunch through it all but shoot him a glare the entire time. He only smiles wider, all perfectly white enamel and enough cuteness to make your heart skip a beat.

“Do you just want to play?” You don’t mean it seriously. You don’t mind him watching and you know he enjoys pretending like he’s better than you. It’s a strange give and take but one that’s uniquely yours, built over nearly a year of online friendship and another year of a real-life relationship.

“Nah, I’m snacking.” He punctuates his response as a child would, shoving a handful of chips into his mouth. You wonder, briefly, why you love him so much when he’s a certifiable goon.

The third match begins and you’re not too proud to say you spend most of it following Jungkook’s directions. He tells you to sleep the enemy Genji trying to scale the right wall - you do. He tells you to nade once their Rein gets in because your own Rein is going to shatter - you do. He tells you to do the macarena and— okay, that, you don’t.

You sweep the match, leaving the other team without a single tick.

When it comes to the final round, he seems to have lost interest in the game, instead rolling himself back to his computer with a parting, wayward ruffle of your hair. You don’t blame him but you thank him nonetheless, blowing a kiss before he settles his headphones over his ears.

You, of course and unsurprisingly, win the game. There’s nothing like using a Sym portal onto point when they’ve got a Bastion set up off point and no shield to protect him from the back.

Satisfied, you don’t bother requeueing and instead force yourself into your boyfriend’s personal space, draping your arms across the idol’s neck as he scrolls through YouTube like a zombie. “We won,” you sing-song into his ear, proud and a little smug.

“Of course you did.” He sounds equally smug and you suppose the win does belong to the both of you. He’d been a great coach.

“What’re you doing here?” It’s pure curiosity offered in the form of a kiss to his cheek, fingers locked across the broad expanse of his chest. He’s delightfully warm beneath you, familiar and unyielding as you sink over the back of his computer chair. (You can feel the chair creaking as it reclines. You don’t care.)

“Whaddya mean?”

The look he levels you with makes you think you’ve grown a second head.

“Your schedule said you had a thing tonight.” You remember, because you’d been disappointed. Halloween was one of your favourite holidays and all you’d wanted was to watch some campy horror movies and use him as a personal eye shield and security blanket combo.

“We have a thing,” he states, like he’s talking to a moron. You know it isn’t meant meanly, too emphatic and amused to hurt your feelings.

When you echo his words (“We?”) you swear you see him roll his eyes in the reflection of his computer screen. Luckily, he laughs, sweet and cracky, somewhere high in his throat - a barking hyena. It’s so cute - your favourite thing in the world - that you don’t have it in you to shame him for it.

“Yeah, we,” Jungkook repeats around something close to a snicker. “Halloween party, baby. Seriously— you forgot?”

It’s then and there you have two crises: (a) you don’t have a costume and (b) Halloween party? You didn’t think idols had those. Weren’t they all too hip and cool to get together to dress up and act stupid?

(You know the answer is no. Exhibit A being the costume-wearing dance practices BTS put out.)

“I don’t have anything to wear.” It’s truly the one thing holding you back, creasing the soft skin between your brows to resemble a peach. It’s also nearing seven in the evening and you’re absolutely certain you’re not going to find something so late in the day.

To your surprise. Jungkook looks flabbergasted, that same you-have-two-heads stare wrought across his face. It’d be endearing if it were directed at anyone else but with it trained on you, it’s rubbing you and your confusion the wrong way. Why’s he looking at you like that? Why’s your memory so bad? Why hasn’t he said anything to answer all of life’s questions?

“You said you’d go as witch Mercy.”

All at once, you’re pulled back to the offhand conversation, the pleading in his eyes, your half-asleep acceptance. It’s the memory you’d lost somewhere along the way in upgrading your in-brain video game storage. A conversation had in bed, his cheeks so big and full of joy they’d waned his eyes into crescents, and your uncoordinated answer because you’d just wanted to go to sleep and not think about anything after indulging in a few too many mochi cream buns.

“I— don’t remember that.” You’re lying through your damn teeth. Your parents would be devastated, all their hard earned money wasted on the braces-straightened enamel that was now letting lies pass.

“But you did!” He’s like a kid being denied candy, rounded bottom lip dropping into a pout that should, frankly, be illegal. It’s far too powerful on him, paired with those Bambi eyes that scream don’t eat (hate/deny/etc.) me! You can only scowl at him, because you know your own puppy dog eyes only work 100% of the time half of the time whereas his track record was immaculate.

“Okay, but I forgot to get the—“

“I have it!”

Jeon Jungkook has an answer for everything, it seems.

“I picked it up on the way here. It’s in your room along with my costume.”

The knowledge of his own intrigues you, squarely centring your curiosity on that and not the fact that you apparently need to get tested for early onset dementia. “Who’re you going as?”

“You’ll see.”

Your costume is spectacular. You can’t even find it in yourself to put up much of a fight when your boyfriend reveals it like you’ve won the lottery, throwing his arms wide in a flourish.

It’s incredibly well made, intricately tailored in a way that makes you worry how much it costs. (When you bring it up to him, Jungkook simply shrugs. You think it’s as much a gift for you as it is for him.) It’s witchy and eye-catching, the belt hung across your hips clipped with an actual book - hollowed out, thank god but also poor thing. The hat that sits on your head is neatly crumpled, sitting at such an angle you worry whether you’ll need to avoid too-low door frames. Your wings - well, you’re almost too afraid to touch them; Jungkook has to help you pull them over your arms, falling into near hysterics when you twitch your elbow the wrong way and smack him right between the eyes.

“I don’t think I can pull this off,” you state, somberly, despite the fact that you’re not terribly self-conscious. (You were, once. Being in a relationship with someone that worships your body has helped with that.)

The top of your outfit is fitted, boned and ribbed and snapped together in all the right places. Leather stands in stark contrast to your skin - summer-soft and gently golden - and hugs curves that don’t quite exist, falling short in a way that has you glaring down at your own chest. You’ve never wanted a Playboy body but in this sort of costume, it practically demands it. (You try not to dwell on the fact that you’ve been conditioned to want to look like an impractically designed video game hero.)

From the foot of your bed comes a snort, a derisive sound that draws your attention. Jungkook’s unabashed in how he admires you, stare roving over every inch like he’s about to devour you. You’re not sure how you can feel so soft for him when he looks completely the opposite, jaw set and expression sharp. A Greek god carved from hardened honey, dressed in Balenciaga blue. “You look great, angel.”

Your heart skips a beat - plays a funny little game of tag with itself - and you can’t help the smile that comes, brought to life by his reassurance. It isn’t necessary to rebuff him then - eyes rolling, laugh spilling - but you do it anyway. “You have to say that. You’re my boyfriend.”

“I don’t have to say anything,” he retorts, levelling you with a look that has your insides molten. It’s the look that reads don’t test me but also I love you and you’re my idiot. It’s your favourite look in the world, lending wings to your flimsy heart. “You look great because you always look great, no matter what.”

“What about when you found me in the shower ?”

Jungkook hesitates then. He’s no liar and he had almost had a heart attack the first time it’d happened. He’d been minding his business, half-asleep and battling the need to piss, when he’d noticed you curled up in the bathroom. How he hadn’t realised you were missing from bed, he’s not sure. All he knew was that you’d terrified him, mentioning something about invading refrigerators when he was pulling his dick out of his boxers.

His scream was what had woken you up; yours was what had him bashing his head into the wall, foot slipping on the soft pink bathroom rug. You could laugh about it now but at the time, you’d thought he’d cracked his skull right open, shouting his name so loudly the neighbours had complained.

(Lucky for you two, they were a nice elderly couple who sometimes had you babysit their grandson. They’d laughed it off when you’d apologised with a loaf of fresh bread and a bandage wrapped around your boyfriend’s head.)

“Okay— that was scary. I thought you’d crawled out of the drain or something.” A shudder rolls through Jungkook’s body, shaking him from his shoulders all the way down to his knees. It’s a strangely adorable reaction from someone who looks like he could bench press you.

“You’re calling me the Grudge?” You’re deeply offended, gloved hands clasping over your chest as if to pull out the treacherous dagger he’s just lodged there. He only rolls his eyes, leaning forward to catch you in his arms; he’s relentless as he drags you to him, side of his face pressed to the bare skin of your thigh. His cheek’s searing but you’re not surprised; Jungkook ran hot, keeping you warm in winter and sweltering in summer. (Ah, the price you paid for love.)

“Yeah, you haunt me in my dreams.”

“That’s not the Grudge, Kook.” Your scoff earns you a pinch, right where the top of your stockings end. It blooms red beneath his fingers, a little reminder of his competitive I’m-never-wrong nature. You swat his hand away, not too bothered when it only finds a home elsewhere, hooked behind your knee. Jungkook had a habit of needing to be in constant contact. A little quirk of his you adored.

“I’m serious. You look—” You should clock the look on his face, the wiggle of mischief up his nose. A dead giveaway shining bright - a beacon. “—bewitching.”

If the book weren’t attached to your hip, you’d be clobbering him with it. Instead, you’re left to whack him with the equally intricate Caduceus staff, booping it over his shoulders. You feel like a certain shamanic mandrill, Jungkook the idiotic lion that’s asking for an earful.

“Shut up!” You’re laughing despite yourself and he is too, holding you so recklessly close it’s hard to hit him without hurting yourself. All part of his plan, you suppose. “You’re so freaking corny.”

“It’s because I’m a-maize-ing, ang—”

Another wap! to the head, shielded only by a tattooed hand that curls over his ear.

“Okay! Sorry!” Except he doesn’t look very sorry. More pleased that you’ve stopped the assault, dark hair pushed back from his forehead as he stares up at you. You hate how he’s so handsome - how you forget yourself when he smiles that smile, nearly yeeting your whole heart directly into the sun.

“Are you going to put on yours yet?”

It’s quarter past nine already and all you’ve done is rope him into eating some chapaguri - you’ve been obsessed with it since a few weeks ago - and play real life Witch Barbie. You have a feeling if you don’t get him into his own costume soon, you’re never going to leave the apartment. (Not that you really mind.)

Your boyfriend - bless his heart - pretends not to hear you, suddenly intently focused on an indiscernible spot past your hip. It’d be more believable if he was glued to his phone or doing anything remotely interesting. Instead, you stare down at him and count the seconds until he realises just how silly he looks. It usually comes around six, paired with a forced chuckle and that lisp you love.

Today, it comes after the fourth count.

“You’re gonna think it’s lame.” Well, of course you will. As his girlfriend - and one of his best friends, you’d like to think - it’s your relationship-given right to shame him for his more often than not absurd ideas. It’s what you deserve for suffering through all his bad jokes and 3 AM Instagram spams.

With a hand on his cheek, you squeeze the apple like you’ve seen a certain member do a million times. “So?”

He’s not really sure how to respond to that, mouth drawn into a pout that reminds you of children’s television show about penguins. It’s unfairly adorable. Still, you push. Jungkook’s bad at saying no to you - always has been, even before he really knew you. From “one more game!” to “bring me bingsu”, you always got what you wanted.

(Which wasn’t to say you asked for a lot. You were happy - more than that, ecstatic and over the moon - with the bare minimum. A selfie while on the plane, some shoddy cinematography during dance practice, a voicemail to wake up to. You didn’t love Jungkook for all the things he gave you; rather, you loved him for who he was, who he’d always been even before you knew who he really was.)

“Don’t laugh.” By the look on his face, you’re worried it’s something awful. The cheesiest thing in the world come to life to haunt you on your beloved spooky holiday.

It turns out to be the opposite: one of your favourite characters realised in the form of your achingly handsome boyfriend. He looks so good you’re not certain whether it’s your attraction to him or him in that particular guise that’s stronger. You figure it doesn’t matter one way or another. For tonight, they’re one and the same.

“Joker? Seriously?” You can’t hide the delight. It colours every syllable, sets them glowing like a neon sign.

Your boyfriend only rolls his eyes, as if he’d predicted this reaction. Dressed as he is, the movement is impossible to miss, brought into focus by the white domino mask. “Don’t sound so excited.” It’s an actual concern of his. He’s seen you sink upwards of ninety hours on the video game, playing it in the early hours when he’s fast asleep and you’re battling another night of insomnia.

Once, he’d asked whether you loved him or Joker more. He hadn’t liked the answer (joking as it was) and had spent the better part of the evening pouting.

This time, you’re sweet as pie, eyes so dark and twinkly he wonders whether he’s staring at the night sky. You wonder the same yourself almost every night, lost in the constellations of his irises. It’s the most intimate form of stargazing you can afford, a luxury you indulge in frequently. You’ve mapped the different formations, named them in honour of all the special moments you’ve shared; you think to label one for this night too.

“You look so good.” You don’t hesitate to brush his hair from his eyes. It’s still relaxing from the perm he’d gotten days ago, curling like classic calligraphy over his eyes. It’s surprisingly soft between your fingers, silk despite the constant heat styling. Bastard. “I can’t believe you’re going as Joker. You don’t even like Persona 5!”

By how Jungkook looks at you then - the same way he did the first time you met standing on the street corner in Dotonbori and a hundred more times since then - you realise it doesn’t matter. He’s dressed this way because you like the character.

“Oh,” you say, because there’s not much more to say. Nothing that needs to be said as he grins down at you, so heartbreakingly handsome you’ll never get used to it.

“Yeah,” he parrots back, a little smug.

Bangtan’s golden maknae is having the time of his life. He’s four cups deep into a game of beer pong that’s played like the Wimbledon classic, back hunched, jaw set. You’d think he was battling it out for the title of God of Beer Pong if you didn’t know better. (You suppose he is.)

“Angel, come here!” He’s giddy - slightly glazed in the eyes - as he waves you over, a red-gloved hand beckoning you to his side. Despite how good he looks in the costume - every weakness of yours encapsulated by the intricate dress shirt that hugs him like a second skin - the gesture is decidedly adorable, an eager puppy seeking unconditional love. There’s simply too much affection in his voice, so much sugar-spun love that you can’t deny him (even as you consider jumping his bones at a party full of people).

He’s shining as bright as the sun and you want nothing more than to live within his warmth.

With your fingers twined, he pulls you to him, drawing you tight against his side like he doesn’t need that same hand to throw another ball. You don’t mind. You know he’ll sink it even with his left hand.

“I’m winning,” he states, as if it weren’t wildly obvious by the fact all cups remain untouched on his side.

Across the table, Yugyeom’s eyes roll so far back you want to laugh. Jungkook’s competitive side is endearing at best and infuriating at worst. Luckily, his competition is enjoying himself too much to give him shit.

(He’s also probably too drunk to, given how badly he’s doing.)

“I see that.” You’re not a big drinker yourself but you like seeing Jungkook in his element. He thrives in this sort of setting, showing off all the talents he has and then some. It’s just another stage to him, somewhere he can prove himself (even if it’s over something as small as how good his bounce-shot is). “How many games have you won?” Because he’s been at this table for the last hour, dropping his competition like flies.

“All of them.” God, his ego. You know you shouldn’t stroke it but you can’t help it, brushing a hand through his tousled hair in the way he likes best. Fingers over his scalp, thumb rubbing soothing circles across the nape of his neck. He nearly melts then, tilting his head into the gentle caress.

“Good job, Kook.”

You’re so lost in your own little world that poor Yugyeom has to pull you both from it, launching a poorly-aimed white ping pong ball at the two of you. To no one’s surprise, it careens past your heads, hitting the wall behind you and disappearing off to god knows where.

“Can we play?” Again, that eye roll, visible just past the bandages that loosely wrap his cheeks. You know he’s only teasing, that he’s actually quite a fan of your and Jungkook’s dumb coupling (he’s told you), but you return his mockery with a raised hand, thumb and forefinger waving in salute.

“Losers don’t get to complain.”

The idol throws a hand to his chest, the gesture bordering on sloppy from the liquor that threads his limbs. Still, it’s cute, earning a sweet laugh from you and a witch’s cackle from your boyfriend. (How fitting.) “I’m hurt, Yoojin-ssi.”

It’s Jungkook’s turn to tease, brattiness flipped on like a haywire lightswitch. “No, you’re just bad at games!” He’s a sniggering schoolgirl, lines wrapping the delicate skin of his nose, streaking joy into the wrinkles beneath his eyes. Slightly-too-big front teeth are on full display, his expression the embodiment of an “uwu” emote.

That riles Yugyeom up, powder puff of hair bounding over to you before you have time to blink. In the next moment, your boyfriend’s half-wrestling with him, their arms locked around each other like some sort of weird four-limbed octopus. (Video game protagonist vs. hot mummy— who will win?) You jump back just in time, avoiding a wayward fist and laughing merrily. Idiots, the both of them.

“You guys have fun.” And then you’re gone, off to busy yourself with people who won’t accidentally give you a black eye or knock over the nearest thing not bolted to the ground.

You can still hear them tussling when you latch yourself to the back of a certain blond. He’s dressed like one of your greatest nightmares - an actual clown, drawing inspiration from a certain 2017 blockbuster - and yet somehow still manages to look good. You don’t understand it and frankly, you’re a little envious, but such was life.

“Jimin-ssiiiii.”

“Ahhhhhh, stop!” It’s the same reaction he always has, paired with wiggling shoulders and sweet laughter that bounces around the room and stirs to life your own. Indisputable and lovely, the sound is brighter than the sun or the lights that currently swing through the chandelier lights above your heads. “You two are ridiculous.”

“He’s ridiculous, not me!” You know it isn’t true. Separately, you and Jungkook were idiotic enough, finding humour in the silliest things (funny threads on r/Relationship_Advice and four year old Vines). But together? It was a two-person circus, graduate professors at clown college.

You absolutely loved it.

“Sure, sure,” the dancer hums, delightfully disbelieving as he takes another shot. One of three lined up across the counter, clear in little orange cups made to look like pumpkins. A whiff tells you they’re strawberry soju - your least favourite flavour. You decline with a wrinkled nose and waving hand when he offers you one. Jimin shrugs and downs the next, delicately wiping the corner of his mouth when he misjudges the pour. “Aren’t you drinking?”

You wiggle the half-empty Cass bottle in your hand in response and receive a scoff, different bottle - green, unopened - thrust into your other.

“Drink this!”

“You want me to drink an entire bottle?” You’re incredulous. Jimin’s seen you on the edge of intoxication and more than a little sloppy, giggling like a schoolgirl. It’s not unbecoming - you know better than to get blackout - but laughable nonetheless. Something to record and post on Snapchat with a voice-altering filter.

“It’s Halloween!” The pumpkin shot glass makes you go cross-eyed before he’s knocking it back too. “Live a little!”

Who are you to say no to the recent birthday boy? It would simply be bad manners and you were nothing if polite (though, you’re sure some might beg to differ - Yoongi, maybe?).

The remnants of your beer are swallowed down in the next moment, so quickly you almost choke on it. Your life flashes before your eyes, Jimin’s hand on your shoulder as he beats breath into your body. “Don’t die!” He cries, despite the fact that it’s his fist that’s making it worse, doubling you over with hacking coughs.

“K-Kook’s g-going to kill you—”

“No, you’re fine.” He’s reassuring you just as much as himself, laughing too loudly as you straighten up. You wonder how red your face is when he takes your place, slapping his own knee as he shakes with amusement. “Your face, oh— Your face.”

It’s not meant to be offensive but your buzzed brain demands payment for each giggle.

The base of the green bottle collides with the back of his knee - gentle, gentle - just hard enough to have him properly toppling over, collapsing onto the carpet like a frail old grandpa without his cane. You can’t help the snicker that careens off your liquor-laden tongue.

That is, until he’s pulling you down with him and the two of you are a giggling, giddy mess, tucked beneath the edge of the bar as you laugh together. It’s a chorus of sound, unrelenting and building the longer you both sit on the floor. Jimin’s practically hunched over, head caught between his propped up arms. You imagine it’s a funny sight - two people in their twenties acting like college freshmen.

“Baby?” It’s your boyfriend, amused and confused as he stares down at your and Jimin’s prone bodies. He’s got that dent between his brows, the colour of his eyes all but swallowed up by the way his cheeks press wide with his smile. “What’re you doing down there?”

“Just hanging out,” you answer, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. At your side, Jimin’s still trying to collect himself, parroting your words around his lungfuls of quieting laughter.

“Are you drunk?”

You’re not, but that doesn’t stop you from gasping, overdramatic and with your unopened bottle of soju held aloft. A modern day olive branch. “No?”

Jungkook snorts and then all at once, he’s close. Too close - smelling of beer and your favourite cologne of his, citrusy and woodsy and every other nice thing you like. It fills your senses just as his smile does, blindingly bright and bunny-like. Even behind the mask, his good looks take your breath away. You must be staring up at him idiotically, all one hundred and sixteen pounds of ooey gooey tenderness. “You sound drunk, angel,” he teases, warm red-covered palm coming to cradle your cheek. It sears heat everywhere it touches, guiding the same hue over your skin. It creeps up your chest and over your ears, standing in contrast to the material of his gloves. “Pretty.”

(He really is, you think.)

“Get a room,” comes Jimin from beside you. There’s no malice in his voice - just soft affection for a couple of lovesick idiots.

“That’s the plan,” Jungkook replies, as if he’d been waiting for the moment. It skips off his tongue and settles into your ears, tipping your head curiously as you stare at him. He’s never been very shy about wanting you - at least, not since you’d made things official, so many months ago - but you’re surprised by the insinuation. When he speaks again, you realise your brain has been rolling around in the gutter, fallen out of your ears like candy from a worn pillow case. “Want to head home?”

You do. You really, really do.

When you stumble into your apartment - the same one with the polka-dot welcome rug and crisp white paint - you realise you were perhaps wrong about how drunk you are. Everything’s coming at you quite quickly, the ground beneath your feet somehow suddenly rushing at you like Mach Five.

“Whoa—” There’s an impossibly solid warmth against your back, fingers locked around your wrists that feel more like flimsy chicken feet. “Careful.”

Your boyfriend’s keeping you upright while stepping out of his boots - impossibly expensive supple dark leather - and you’re giggling all the while, practically sinking against him as he does his best to shuffle his shoes away and get you further into the hallway. “Sorry,” you offer in a terrible stage whisper, smiling wide when you catch sight of his, small and endlessly amused. It slips across his face even as he tries to bite it back, warring with the patience he holds in spades.

“Let’s just get these off.” He means the boots - the intricate, vaguely absurd things that creep up almost the entirety of your leg, neatly wrapped and knotted midway up your thigh. Dexterous as he is, it’s a task to unravel the strings and thread buttons when you’re weighing on him like a bag of bricks.

You’re fumbling for the tops, haphazardly smacking his hands away. “Here, let me.”

Somehow, you manage to get them off in what feels like record time. (In reality, it takes a good five minutes of futility before they’re left on the ground and Jungkook’s swept you into his arms, seemingly over waiting for you to do much else.)

“Oh, my prince charming,” you tease, clinging to him like a koala. You’re locked around him, practically suffocating him, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He’s used to it when you’re this way, just a little too much liquid courage turning your level of affection to eleven. “Or are you the court jester? That’s what Joker is, right?” It’s a joke and a bad one at that. Still, your boyfriend indulges you, depositing a forced laugh against your shoulder as he navigates to your bedroom.

“You’re drunk.” He says it more kindly than you expect. Perhaps even more kindly than you deserve. You know he’s not exactly sober himself, his gaze verging on heavy-lidded. There’s sleepiness blending seamlessly with intoxication, softening the edge of his jaw, the narrow of his stare. It’s terribly tender, skipping your heart when you look at him dead on.

It comes without thought. You have to tell him. Your drunk brain and your puppy dog heart demand it. “I love you.”

Jungkook returns the confession with humour, eyes sparkling despite the haze of alcohol that dims them down. As always, he indulges you, giving you support in the form of his heart and his hands. (Literally, he’s still holding you even though you’ve reached your destination.) “Love you too.”

“Is it time for bed?” You’re surprisingly tired, despite the fact that you’d slept until late in the afternoon. You certainly wouldn’t mind falling face first into your mattress.

“You need a shower first.” It’s a simple statement of fact, you know that. You’ve got at least ten pounds of makeup on and your hair’s the furthest thing from soft and silky, carefully coiffed to mimic Mercy’s signature style. You still pretend like you’re just a bit offended, scowling into the face of your boyfriend even as he rolls his eyes, already somehow able to read the words written into your expression. “I meant we and no, I’m not calling you stinky.”

He’s stolen your thunder, as he so often does. You pout, as you so often do.

“Okay,” you relent, finally, moving to rest your head against his shoulder. You could get down - walk on your own two tired feet - but you’re enjoying the closeness, how warm and real he feels in comparison to the swimming surroundings. “Will you wash my hair?” You don’t really need to ask but do anyway, because you like the sound of his voice when it’s so close.

“You know I will.” Because he always does when you shower together (and it falls on a designated hair washing day - that was important).

You offer your thanks with a kiss, laid right over the jumping pulse in his neck. When Jungkook hums in acknowledgment, you feel the way the muscles constrict, his Adam’s apple jumping beneath your lips. You zero in on it with laser precision, mouthing over his throat. Somewhere above you - against the shell of your ear - he exhales a laugh, breath hot.

“We’re showering, baby.” As if that’s meant to stop you. He, more than anyone, should know how adamant you get, singularly focused on whatever’s got your attention. He’s been on the receiving end of it more than enough times, strung into playing another one, two, ten matches of Overwatch or hunting down the limited edition Funko Pops that now sit proudly on your white shelf (and behind your plants and on the ledge by the front door).

“We can shower and have fun,” you mumble into the expanse of his chest. He’s so pleasantly warm, unyielding and firm and so, so comfortable. You think you could live in the feeling of his arms. (You’re lucky you get to.) You don’t even mind the sudden cold of the counter or the space that forms between you when he sets you down, because he’s still caging you in where it matters most. “Right, JK?”

It’s a nickname you rarely use now - one that only comes out in times of desperation. You’ve never quite understood why it affects your boyfriend the way it does, stuttering the rhythmic beating of his heart, but you love it nonetheless. It makes you grin, high on power and giddy with nothing but sweetness.

He’d explained it to you once. Jay was how you’d met him, the version of himself you’d loved first. Jungkook was the side of himself he’d wanted to give you but couldn’t. JK was the in-between - the chaos and the calm. Hearing you say it brought back all the memories of year one and he liked that. You could only laugh at his sentimentality and tuck the piece of knowledge somewhere deep, to be pulled out in instances like this.

“Right, angel.” You don’t miss the colour on his cheeks - so pretty you reach your hands out to cup them, squishing them between your palms like an old grandmother testing a watermelon. You continue to hold him until he pulls your hands from his face, guiding them to the edge of the counter with gentle pressure. “Gotta get undressed to shower,” he chides, that twinkle in his eye that makes it hard to look away.

Really, how can he expect you to do anything when he’s got an entire unexplored galaxy hidden in his irises? It’s an absurd ask.

“Or I’ll help you.”

Your clothes fall away while you’re still staring up at him.

First, the gloves, peeled from your fingers with utmost care. Kisses fill the spaces between each finger, passed from knuckles to wrist, all the way up to your elbow. You squirm when his teeth graze the sensitive underside of your bicep. He stifles a snicker into the skin.

Next goes your cape and wings, hung on the door handle. His mouth warms the suddenly bare skin, pressing affection into the line of your shoulder, up over your neck. You don’t squirm this time, instead humming a noise of delight. You hardly notice when the corset goes next, undone by surprisingly nimble inked digits. There’s hardly a moment to savour the freedom - you can finally breathe - when his hands replace the cups, palms eager over your chest. He doesn’t hesitate to hold you, pinching your perked nipples with a sly grin.

“I thought we were going to shower.” The words are barely out before turning breathless, stolen by the way he easily palms your breast, dropping his face into the crook of your neck.

“We are, angel,” Jungkook teases, rolling your bud between his thumb and forefinger, other hand moved to splay across the now-bare small of your back. It’s almost embarrassing how easily you fall into him, drawn against him like a moth to a flame. “Just need to get you warmed up first.”

“The shower’ll be warm,” you say - or think you say, anyway. It isn’t quite articulated, half your brain left somewhere at the party (or maybe caught dead centre in the coil that’s tightening in your stomach).

“Do you want me to stop?” It’s so quiet you almost miss it, too distracted by how he slips the rest of your costume off. Shorts, thong, stockings, silly witch’s hat. “Tell me if you want me to stop, baby.” Ever the gentleman, he’s patient, meeting your glazed stare with something close to concern. You almost laugh in his face then - stopping short only when you note just how serious he is, the tell-tale set of his jaw shining like a familiar beacon.

You return your hands to his face, palms cradling his chin like he might break otherwise. “I never want you to stop.”

That’s all Jungkook needs before he’s slotting himself between your legs, mirroring your motion with hands creeping up the side of your neck, fingers ascending into the roots of your hair. He holds you close and kisses you like it’s all he’s ever wanted. “I love you,” he breathes, speaks against the corner of your mouth.

You parrot the words back at him and he grins, stepping away in the next moment. He laughs when you pout, offering a kiss in apology as he undoes the buttons of his dress shirt, slipping the soft cotton off. You stop then, entranced by the revealed skin, how it shifts with each adjustment of muscle, sinew tight over his arms and shoulders. You wonder, not for the first time, how you’d managed to luck out so spectacularly.

“Start the shower.”

You hop down with the direction, slipping past him to do exactly that. You don’t miss the way he rotates, brings himself closer as you move away. The magnetism is undeniable - always has been.

“I love you,” he states, again, bare against your back as you hover by the edge of the glass door, one hand stuck past to test the slow-warming stream. He’s solid, familiar and comfortable, as he slinks his arms back around you, heat burning the shape of his hands over your ribs, the shape of your hip. You think he might mark himself there, just as neatly as the floral ink does. You wouldn’t mind.

The water is welcome, bathing the both of you in steam when you step inside. It’s an incredibly relaxing feeling, being caught between the spray and the hard body behind you. You hum a noise of pure delight, turning your face toward the one that nuzzles itself into your neck, and bring your hands to rest over his, fingers slotting between ink.

“Hair?” You’re not in a terrible rush but you like redirecting his attention (pretending to, at least) - the teasing that formed the base of your relationship presenting itself in the quiet reminder. It earns the laugh you expect, muffled into your hair, featherlight over the delicate shell of your jewelled ear.

“Patience, baby.” It’s something Jungkook tends to say a lot, whether waiting in queue in Overwatch or in bed, with you a complete mess. He repeats it easily, like he’s the poster boy for the virtue. (He isn’t.)

“What am I waiting—” The question dies, swallowed whole by the gasp he draws from you with a wandering hand. Fingers slip across your stomach, digits deftly seeking out warmth as if you weren’t already enveloped in it. It’s a touch that’s tantalisingly slow, unfairly light, but it still makes you keen when it drags over your lips. A single digit pushes past muscle - so shallow you’re not sure you’re not just imagining it - before retreating, dragging your slick back up to your clit. The moment the pad of his finger makes contact with the sensitive bundle of nerves, you almost jump. Would, if he weren’t caging you with his other arm.

You feel the cold of his teeth bared against your neck then, the throaty laugh that pulls out of his chest and deposits itself into your hair. “Patience,” he repeats, swirling his fingers over your clit, his mouth moving in tandem with the twist of his wrist. He peppers love and affection in the form of kisses, presses devotion with the edge of his teeth, soothes all your nerves with a sweep of his tongue.

“Kook,” you sigh, already well on your way to being a boneless mess. There’s tingling in your toes, fizzing in your stomach, butterflies in your chest. A whirlwind of emotion and sensation that he stirs to life effortlessly.

“Relax for me.” You do so because it’s easy, because he’s so devastatingly good to you.

The figure eights skating over your clit cease, fingers dropping further down to nestle against your cunt. He pauses there, almost experimentally flexing against the muscle that aches and clenches around nothing, eager for more. You think he’s smirking by the way his lips form with his kisses, a little lopsided and devilish. (You wish you could see him.)

A single digit enters you then, to the third knuckle as if your body was made for this, for him. (It was.) He coos against your neck when a garbled mess skips off your tongue and nearly laughs when another slips in alongside it, turning the mess into nonsense. Despite how badly you want it - need it, really - it’s a sensation that’s too much and not enough all at once, toeing the line between pleasure and pain.

It was how Jungkook loved you - recklessly, shamelessly, in no half measures. With more love than you could ever hope for, giving you things you didn’t even know how to ask for.

“Relax, angel,” comes as he begins scissoring both fingers inside you, stretching you out with an otherworldly amount of care. Even your neglected clit is given some sort of relief - anything to ease the sting of two long fingers - his thumb gliding over it with each stretch of your walls. He knows exactly where to touch you, how much pressure to apply, and you’re melting, lost in the feeling.

When he’s had enough and he curls his fingers within you, seeking out that particular spot, you’re trembling, caught off guard. Heat builds quickly with the precision of which he taps against that spot; it starts low in your back, climbing each vertebrae of your spine until you’re quivering in his arms.

“K-Kook.” It’s both a plea and a demand, nonsensical as he guides you through your orgasm, keeping you upright against him when your knees feel like they might give out.

“I’ve got you.” And he does - hook, line, and sinker. He holds you steady as the pleasure crashes over your head, keeps you anchored to the here and now and the pleasure that rolls through you like a relentless wave. It sinks beneath your skin, settles heavy into every atom, and he never lets you go. He’s got you.

When sensation returns - slowly, so slowly it feels like you’re stuck in the Twilight Zone - you only want to turn. See him, hold him, whisper sweet nothings as you kiss him silly and thank him for his service. Instead, you’re held in place, two hands firm upon your hips even as you crane your neck to look over your shoulder at him. You should recognise the look on his face. “Kook?”

“My turn.” It’s a statement more than anything, a kind heads-up as he nudges you forward. There’s that same twinkle in his eye, the only source of light around the pupil that’s blown out, otherwise engulfing the constellations he so normally offers you. It’s a black hole and one you’d gladly get lost in. “Hands on the wall, baby.”

You’d never been one for shower sex - it’s too small a space, too much happening at once, a guaranteed freak accident waiting to happen - but you can’t deny him when he asks so nicely. (It really hadn’t been that nice but you were a certified sucker for one Jeon Jungkook.)

Hands find themselves on the wall, palms flat, fingers splayed. In the same instance you wiggle your hips, there’s a ghosting touch over your spine. It trails up and down, soothes the residual heat that lingers, and then slips higher, palm gentle over your throat. His thumb rubs reassuring circles over the nape of your neck, pressing gently into the sensitive spot behind your ear. It’s distracting and you realise much needed when he sinks into you with one fluid press of his hips, filling you so full you can’t help the gasp that bounds past your lips and bounces around the glass enclosure. “Oh fuck,” he sighs, his grip on your hip tightening incrementally.

He sounds like sin and feels like heaven.

“Always so good for me.” Another thing he says, often and without prompting. It still feels just as good the umpteenth time, sparking pride deep in your chest as he pulls out and drives himself back in, staring in rapt fascination at where your bodies meet. “Always so perfect for me.”

“Because I love you,” you quip, more than a little out of breath and jostled by the way he thrusts into you, measured and with enough force to shake your legs.

“Love you too, angel.” He doesn’t need to say it back - you know, can feel it by how he holds you, drives you to brink of insanity with his cock - but he does it anyway. He always says it back, no matter what, even if he’s half-asleep or distracted. He’ll never stop saying it.

The hand on your hip falls, slinks across your hip and between your legs, and you’re pushed further forward, his feet gently kicking yours further apart. Jungkook assaults your clit then, timing each pass with each thrust. An attempted glance back has fireworks going off before your eyes, specks of pleasure lighting up your vision; it’s a technicolour lightshow, framing the way his face scrunches, brow set and jaw hard. He’s determined, focused on bringing you to another orgasm before he hits his own high. You assist him as best you can, swiveling your hips and grinding back against him even as the coil pulls impossibly tight in your stomach, barely held together by threadbare strings.

“Kook,” you whine when the tension becomes too much, hands scrabbling across the wall of the shower. The same overwhelming tingle sparks beneath your skin, entire body trembling like a leaf when the head of his cock brushes that spot inside you at just the right angle.

He doesn’t relent, rhythm turning almost punishing as he drives you over the edge, launching you headlong into your second orgasm. You’re not sure how you stay upright, near sobbing when you crash into euphoric bliss, neither his fingers nor his thrusts ceasing. It’s almost too much and yet you know how close he is, so you push back, whimper words you know he wants to hear.

“P-please, Kook. Please.” You’re reaching a hand back, desperate to interlace your fingers with his. He gives in easily, catches your hand in his own and plants it on the swell of your hip as he chases his own release with desperation. “Come for me, Kook. Fill me up.”

Jungkook does just that, balls tight as he spills himself inside you, hand at your throat so tight you’re seeing stars. Somehow - with the feeling of him grinding into you, overcome with so much sensitivity - you come for the third time, crying very real tears as the sensation washes over you. It’s weaker than your first two but unravels you all the same, seeping the energy from your limbs. You’re grateful for how well he knows you and the fact he catches you before your arms collapse, pulling you to him with gentle movements.

“I love you,” he whispers against your temple, out of breath and sweat-slick despite the water that rains down upon you.

“I love you,” you answer, pressing a kiss to the hand that still twines with yours. “But I still need you to wash my hair.” It’s cheeky and you know it so you don’t even mind when he bites into the meat of your shoulder, leaving a pretty red mark that’ll bloom for the next few days. “Ow!”

“You’re a brat.” Said even as he’s reaching for your shampoo bar, teasing it through your roots with practiced movements. He’s careful despite his scathing tone, gentle despite how he glares at you from the corner of your periphery. Each tangle is neatly undone and not a single bubble gets in your eye, much to your joy.

“I thought I was an angel.” You’re taking a page out of his book, speaking in fluent pout.

He catches your lips with his own, pushing your lathered up head beneath the steady stream when he withdraws and speaks. Suds run across your cheeks, eyes shielded only by the hand he keeps steady along your hairline. Even so mean, your boyfriend is still terribly nice. “You’re my angel - but you’re still a brat.”

You can’t argue with that.

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Unruly - Part one

Obey me! + Mafia BTS + 0T7 au x reader

2.5k ish

Warnings : 18+ slowwww burn ~ eventual smut ~ descriptions of blood and violence ~ cliche city ~ alsooo uhh if you care about grammar this is not 4 U cause imma dumb bitch <3

Andd ahh this is the first thing i’ve ever written so its probably kinda shit.. :)

Great. Just great. Why did you agree to this again? Oh yeah because you’re a good person, or at least you’re trying to be. You’d just agreed to cover Rosies shift, apparently she was sick, but what you hadn't taken into account when you’d agreed to work was that Rosie had been booked to a private venue, well I guess now you had been booked to a private venue. You hated working private venues, as a bartender people would sometimes assume you provided the drinks or that because you weren't working at your company bar you would join in with shots or maybe give them a discount as you were a lone ranger incharge of yourself and providing alcohol for the night. One thing a private venue did mean though was money, getting paid nearly twice the amount you usually did as well as hopefully generous tips from wealthy clients. But still you weren’t quite sure three times the work was worth only double the pay, but well… fuck it you’ve gotta be a good friend/colleague and well person to Rosie so you just have to suck it up.

Thankfully it was a Saturday night so you didn't have to work it after being at university all day. So you bid farewell to the library you had been pretending to study at and headed home to get changed into something more presentable because a hoodie three times your size and leggings covered in dorito dust probably wouldn't fly at this kind of event.

As you opened the door you heard the crocky meows of your little baby, Zuki. He was an all black rescue cat that you'd adopted two years ago, when you’d started university, as a companion and partly because as soon as you saw his cute little face you were screwed and had to bring him home. You bent down to stroke his head and scratch behind his ear just the way he likes, which results in him vibrating with loud purrs that soften your heart. “Okay baby I love you but I gotta go get ready” Zuki looks at you with annoyance now that you've cut his pampering session short, he's such a spoiled little brat you think to yourself, but as he follows you into your bedroom with his tail high in the air and a slight sway in his steps you can't bring yourself to care. He is just too damn cute.

Now donned in your crisp white shirt and black dress pants you tame your hair enough so that it resembles a neatish bun, you say goodbye to your fur baby and head off to your car on your way to hopefully a nice paycheque.

When you arrive you're greeted by Jae. He leads you to the bar and tells you to ask him if there's anything you need. Okay so far so good, you've just gotta make yourself familiar with any specialised drinks on the menu and the rest should be smooth sailing. About 10 minutes after you arrive a large group of men appear, they sit down on two separate sides of the long table that takes up most of the room, they then send two men from each group respectively your way. Game time you think, the man that reaches the bar first is sweating noticeably, his black hair sticking to the front of his forehead matting the hair that it encompases. “sweetheart get me 6 doubles of gentleman jack over ice and 2 dry martinis”, you smile at him, so thankful that you wouldn't have to make any cocktails. They were time consuming and required a lot of faf essentially and a lot of cleaning up, “of course sir” you say as you smile at him, he barely acknowledges you as he goes to sit at one of the stools that lined the bar. As you get to making his drinks you hear the clearing of someone's throat, you look up and realise it was the other man that you had been coming over. You nearly choke on your spit at the sight of him. His pastel pink hair is delicately framing his cherub-like face, “Miss?”, oh shit you’d zoned out, “Oh i'm so sorry I missed what you said completely '' you admitted shly, he just gave a cute little chuckle. “ Its okay angel” you started to blush at the use of such an affectionate nickname “I asked if I could have 6 manhattans and a sex on the beach” great fucking coacktails you signed internaly, “Of course sir” that earned a smirk from him, you were just being professional, shit professional you had to remind yourself to focus on making the drinks as your traitorous eyes kept lingering in the area surrounding him.

As you finish preparing each individual drink you place them on the bar so the men can take them to booths. Just as you were setting down the final cocktail you brush fingers with the pink haired man, “oh... um” you say prepared to give him an apology but as you look up and meet his eyes you seem to lose your ability to form any kind of cohesive sentence “Jimin, angel, my names Jimin” he states “oh uh, Jimin I hope you enjoy your drinks'' you feel like a pathetic teenager again unable to talk to the pretty boy at the party. “I'm sure I will angel” he throws over his shoulder as he walks back to the group of men he’d emerged from, what was it with him saying that nickname that just made you giddy. God I really need to get out more you thought, maybe you could go out tomorrow as you wouldn't be working since you covered rosies shift, maybe then you could get some real action and should hopefully suasiate you for a bit. Ugh it's like Jimin had awoken something within you, which usually you’d be interested to explore, but considering that you were at work you were gonna just have to put his beautiful face to the back of your mind for when you got home later and could relax properly. Zesh should you feel creepy? No its not your fault that what was practically sex on legs was going about all unobtainable, thats what your imagination and your trusty vibrator were for anyway.

An hour later and you've made exactly three more drinks, wow, maybe if you stare at the champagne flute for another 10 minutes you'll unlock its secrets and it will be more interesting. Just as you were debating wiping down the bar for the hundredth time you hear chairs being pulled out and moved loudly. You look up to see that both groups of men which were previously amicably sat at the table now have guns aimed at each other. You freeze. You haven't ever seen a gun in person before and there must be well over ten now all presumably aimed and ready to fire. You dunk under the bar as you hear yelling start. You weren't able to focus on what was being said by the men, too busy trying to focus on controlling your breathing. Fuck. that sounded like a gun shot. And then another. You've lost track of how many shots you've heard, lots is the amount you settle on, maybe if you just stay behind the bar and stay quiet they'll forget you’re there and leave you alone. There is a long silence in the room, you try your best to mimic it when you notice the movement in one of the wine glasses that are stacked up behind the bar. Someone pushes the staff entrance to the bar open and strides towards you, gun in his right hand. You start to push yourself backward but are soon met with the edge of the bar, the man is dressed in all red and if it weren't for the specks of blood covering his face you would consider him unbelievably attractive. You seem to have been consumed by these thoughts because you suddenly come back into your physical reality, met with a gun now pointed only inches away from your face. You search his eyes for any kind of mercy or empathy you could try to appeal to, what shocks you is you only see a smoldering fire. You see his finger move on the trigger and close your eyes, you don't want the last thing you see to be a stranger. Just as you were going to try to think of pleasant things and the ones you cheriouish you hear a voice. “Hobi stop” Jimin said rather nonchalantly given your current situation, “Chim just let me tie up this loose end then we can get going” the other man, you guess Hobi? Sneered. Wow he just thought of killing you as an inconvenience, what a dick. “Hobi I think we could use her for something else” “what?” Hobi questioned sternly “well even Yoongi mentioned how good his drink was and we always have to get a new bartender every meeting and it would be easier if we had one who knew who we were so when this kind of shit happens again we haven't got any loose ends” Jimin points out. Hobi seems to consider this for a minute before he moves away in a different direction to Jimin, you try to follow his eye line but because of your placement on the floor you can’t see over the bar. “Joon, obviously the call is yours to make” Hobi announces. “It does seem to be a practical suggestion and Jimin must have taken a liking to her if he stopped you, so I don't see why not” the ominous voice declared. After a second of those words sinking in you realise that they have just decided to take you with them, to take you captive.

You start to shake, turning your head to meet Jimin's eye “no uh..um.no please don't take me” you sniffle “I promise I never saw anything, I won't say anything p-please just let me go home” you can barley make out your own words as they are effectively smothered by your tears and your small gasps for breath as you aren't able to regulate your breathing. Jimin elegantly slides over the bar and bends down to your height “Angel don't be so silly, you're coming with us. You should really be thanking me” he gives you a small wink. That causes a fresh wave of panic to settle over you, you know there's a fire exit further down in the bar hidden within the sinks and stock area, with the spike of adrenaline you start to run towards the exit. It looks like it's going well until you hear a loud bang, then the feeling of the side of your head being hit registers, lastly you notice your eyesight unfocusing before darkness seems to override and then suddenly, nothing.

~JIMINS POV~

“Yoongi was that really necessary?” Jimin akses with a slight frown on his face. The older man shrugs “someone had to do something” Jimin sighs and looks at Jungkook, “it will be easier if you carry her.”

~YOUR POV~

When you open your eyes again you see white, adjusting slightly, you realise your laying on a bed. You sit up and look around the room. There are 5 other beds that you can see, they are all small single beds with a chest at the end of each. You look over your surroundings for a few minutes before you remember the circumstances leading up to you being here. You touch the back of your head and wince when your fingers meet a small swollen bump. You decided you should probably try and leave, poor Zuki is probably waiting for you to fill his food bowl. Wow, you realise in this situation you think of your cat's mortality more than your own, well you guess that's what your life has amounted to. Just as you stand up the door opens. “Oh you're awake now” You look over to see the small older woman who was speaking “Umm.. where am i?” The lady gives you a small smile “You're in the maids room sweetie.” Great that's cleared up nothing, you think bitterly. “Can I talk to whoever's in charge? Please?” You think this is probably your best bet, explain to them that you just want to go hope and hopefully they'll be humane enough to agree with that. “Yes, he wanted me to come and get you anyway” She states as she turns around walking away from the doorway, you start to follow her. As you continue walking through the hallways and up the stairs of this seemingly huge mansion you notice several men standing guard with guns rested in their hands, ready at all times. You start to wonder if maybe your idea is ridiculous as you realise wherever you are and whatever you have gotten yourself involved in may be larger than the small group of men you'd seen at the bar. Your worrying is cut short as the women raises her hand and knocks at a door you have stopped outside off, a short “Come in” is what is answered from the other side of the door, the older women looks to you, “You should go in alone, i'll be waiting for you here” You look at her and then to the door “Uh... thank you?” You’re not really sure what the appropriate response is in this situation but you don't want to be rude, she gives you a short nod and smile.

Once you open the door you're faced with one of the men you'd seen before. He regards you with a very slight smile before he gestures to a chair placed in front of the desk he is sitting behind, you walk over to sit at the chair before you look at him directly. You aren't sure if the bang to the head you had received had caused temporary delusions, but as you look at him you swear you see light radiating out of him. You meet his eyes for a second before you decide they are too intimidating and look away, “You wanted to see me?” you ask meekly, deciding to for now abandon your plea for freedom. “Yes, I did, i'm not sure if you remember why we brought you here so i’ll just go over your role again” he starts “You’re going to be working as our personal bartender, this means you will joins us on outings that we deem appropriate and also make our drinks whilst we are here, at the base” he then moves his face into your eye line so that he can make eye contact “And in return of your services we’ll let you live” he finishes his small speech with a slight smile, as if he had just offered you a job and you weren't being threatened and held captive in this place. You take a few minutes to think over what he had just said, you come to the conclusion that for now faking compliance is probably the safest thing you can do until you are able to find a window to escape. “Who do you mean when you say we?” you enquire, you weren't sure if you should be questioning the leader of this organisation?, but your curiosity had won over any of the other responses you considered.

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oftenderweapons · 4 years

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The Power Couple - hyung line

Pairing: hyung line member x reader

Wordcount: 1.2k words circa, each

Genre: romance scenarios/imagine

Rating: suggested 18+

Hello, my darlings, sorry I didn’t post last week but exam season is insane and I’m seriously struggling :(

Anyways, I’ve been working on these and I hope I’ll be able to write and post the maknae line during the next week.

Did you enjoy Bang Bang Con The Live? I watched it with my ARMY squad and since we were still craving BTS material afterwards we did a 5th muster rewatch, YAY!

Okay, now TRIGGER WARNINGS: not much this week really, just mild allusions to smut, (a bit more descriptive in Yoongi’s piece), there are some more explicit thingies (ahem, collar, leash, generic mention on toys, stress relieving quickie) and milder but possibly sexy thingies (slightly revealing outfits), mild angst in Joon’s piece (namely minor harassment, nothing descriptive). Watch out for: one tense, insecure and lowkey (highkey) kinky Joon, one very soft Jin, one very tired, very whipped Min Suga and the usual energy fluff ball Hobi (also kinky, though)

I love you all, please stay safe <3

Here you can find the maknae line

And here you can find my masterlist

Namjoon

“You know we don’t have to do this.”

You offered him the string. “What if I want them all to know.”

"_____, I love you and I repeat, I will only do this if it's what you want. You have to give this to me. I won't take it from you. I seriously don't want to force this on you." He fixed his tie, loosening it a little. He was nervous. The car was slowly arriving to the venue. A couple more minutes and you would be out, photographers screaming for your attention, celebrities surrounding you, women envying you, men wanting you. It wasn't the first time you attended a red carpet as Namjoon's plus one, but the previous attempt had peaked with a cocky rapper putting his eyes on you, flirting inappropriately while Joon was busy and making you deeply uncomfortable. As a consequence, Joon had kept you close for the rest of the night and had to give up on having you beside him for a couple events after that, since you didn't feel safe enough to attend.

However, this afternoon he had come to your room with a hefty velvet box, looking at you with complete rapture in his eyes.

“You look like a dream come true.”

“I hope it’s a good dream,” you replied, waiting for the stylist to finish fixing your hair in a classy bun.

“A very good one.”

You were wearing matching suits. Regular, black silk suits, tailored exactly the same, the only difference was the fact that you weren’t wearing any shirt underneath your jacket.

“Thank you.”

“I have something for you.” He came closer, the stylist done with your hair, bowing kindly as you made a small bow to her in reply, thanking her for her work.

“I thought we said no jewellery.”

“Well, technically…” He opened the box, showing you a collar of diamonds. “You don’t have to.” He said sheepishly. “Wear it, I mean. And I don’t want people to think that I consider you an animal that needs to be collared, or a possession. I saw it and I thought you would love it.”

“Yes. I love it.” You touched it gently with your fingertip. “I’ll wear it.”

He smiled so brightly that you knew all the negative comments would never cast a shadow on the overwhelming joy he was showing in this moment: you would do unspeakable things to make him smile at you like that.

“Can I put it on you?”

“Yes, sir.” It was half a tease, half an admission of his dominance over you. In the secret language you had created together this meant that you trust him and that you allow him to take complete control over you, that he is entitled to do whatever he wants with you. It was also a way to reassure yourself that he would protect you tonight, that he wouldn’t leave your side and that he would take care of you. That no man would ever lay his eyes and hands on you tonight.

He clasped it easily around your neck, the measure just right, and you suspected he knew because of the way he uses his hands on your neck, randomly, sometimes to soothe you and support you, some others to arouse you and gain his own pleasure.

The tension on your shoulders eased a little as you saw your reflection in the mirror. There was no doubt you belonged to him, that you were his. Still, some anxiety snaked in your belly.

“I don’t really wanna push my luck,” he said, looking down, breaking eye contact, “but I had a small thing made to match the… necklace.”

You looked at him curiously. “Can I see?”

“I know you won’t judge me but I feel very vulnerable about this and I thought we should talk it out before you…”

“I love you.” You whispered, calming his gibbering. “Show me.”

He lifted the board where the necklace laid, showing another compartment of the box were a snaky string laid, all coiled up. You took it and unwrapped it.

A leash.

He looked at you. “You don’t have to say yes, we can use it another time, or not use it at all.”

It means guidance, belonging, discipline. All things you needed tonight.

“Yes.” You told him, confidence sparking in your eyes.

That night, when you walked down the red carpet you felt nothing but the cold sensation of the metal around your neck, and the scorching pride in Namjoon’s eyes.

Journalists asked questions, people took pictures, but the only thing that mattered was what you felt: you were Namjoon’s equal, with your identical suits, and at the same time you were his beloved pet, someone he would cherish, guide, defend and protect.

Seokjin

“Ready?”

“Yup.” Seokjin smiled a tight lipped smile and wrapped an arm around your waist.

“God, they won’t take their eyes off of you.”

Tonight you were supposed to attend a film premiere of one of Jin’s friends. It got you slightly uncomfortable, since it was your first official event with him as a couple. Of course ARMY had already seen you a few times since the official announcement of your relationship, once at the airport, as you came back from a quick getaway you and Jin had taken, then then in a bunch of pictures, and then during a vlive, when you had taken a small visit to say hi and introduce yourself, letting Jin lead you through the whole event and giving you the cue when he thought he needed some alone time with his fans. He had been very tactful in the whole revealing, hiding you enough to protect you from harmful stalkers, but also introducing you to ARMY like a single dad would present his girlfriend to his child.

“Is the dress inappropriate?”

“No. You’re stunning. I love it.” He pressed his nose to your temple. “I’m just worried.”

You leaned softly into him.

“There’s so much skin here...” He let one finger slide down the curve of your neck. “Everyone will be looking.” He kissed behind your ear. “You could wear a rubbish bag and they would still be looking.” He wished he had more skin to touch, but he was also grateful your body was pretty much covered up, the delicate green dress exposing nothing but your collarbones, with long chiffon sleeves, the corset decorated with a leaf embroidery, stopping just above your waist and then flowing down in lush emerald waves.

“I’m glad I wore my white suit.” He commented,

“You look incredible, love.” You complimented him.

“I needed to show them I deserve you.”

You laughed. “I’m the one who needs to one-up her game to match you.”

The back of the limo was quiet as you created that special space of communion and comfort you naturally slip in when you’re both silent.

“You’ll be by my side all night, right?” You murmured, worried. “There’s a lot of people and I feel like such an outsider...”

“Right beside you.” He comforted you. “So they can’t snatch you from me.”

You both giggled, his voice betraying his anxiety. “It will take a major calamity to get me away from you.”

“Like a very big magnet.” You frowned. “You know, attraction.” Your frown intensified. “They say I’m magnetic. the only way to beat me would be a really big magnet.”

Your mouth stretched in a tight lipped smile, hoping not to show how much you loved his unusual sense of humour.

“Are you nervous?” You asked him.

“It’s been a long week. I was hoping we could just stay in and chill. Instead we’ll have to go through all of this while I’m tired and tense. I really don’t feel like being among people tonight.” He sighed. “My social energies have reached a new minimum.”

“We can be pretty and silent, hide in the background.” You held his hand and kissed it, careful not to smear lipstick on it.

“I doubt they’ll let us. It’s your first public presence.”

“They’ve seen me on your vlives, on pictures.”

“They’ll want to see you live, up close, see how you interact.” He twisted his wrist to intertwine his fingers with yours.

“Then let them watch. We’ll casually brush them off. ARMY know you, and they will get to know me with time, no need to reveal our whole life to journalists. Plus, it’s not like we’re the main event of the night.”

“As if, darling. They’ve been waiting for this for so long they’ll be like vultures. I wish I could protect you.”

“It’s good, love. We’ll have each other’s back. We just need a secret code to say when to run and hide in the closest broom closet.”

He laughed. “Usually Namjoon is so good, you know, he’s an extrovert, he takes care of all the press and journalists so well.”

“It must be reassuring.”

“He does all the talking, J-Hope drowns them in pretty smiles and positive energy, and Jimin gets flirty and cute, and that’s all it takes. I can stand on the side, jump in when I’m more comfortable. They ease the anxiety a lot.”

“I’ll learn from them. I’ll have them teach me so I can help you," You stated reassuringly.

“Just hold my hand.”

You reached the venue and exited the limo, suddenly immersed in the flashing lights of cameras, Jin extending his hand to you, helping you out of the car. He kept his palm against yours, “I got you.” He whispered in your ear, then smiling brightly at you and inviting you to walk forward, indicating you the red carpet with his free arm, bowing slightly with perfect manners. He charmed you all over in that second.

“Follow the stewards’ lead. They’ll tell you when to stop, when to walk, where to look.” You started strolling comfortably, close to each other. “If you wanna run, just squeeze my hand three times and I’ll carry you to the closest broom closet.”

You smiled at each other. The sounds of camera shutters multiplied infinitely. Not that you really noticed. You were too caught up in your man’s smile. As you promised, you grabbed his hand and never let go.

Yoongi

“How did it go?”

“The interview?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re gonna hate it.” He plopped on the sofa.

“Was it that bad?”

“They kept asking questions about you.”

“Like?”

“Saying my new music really reflected how you brightened my life or something.”

You laughed and sat beside him, passing him a cold beer, your own drink in hand. “They really love the whole ‘love redeems you’ anthem. They can’t stand the idea of self growth and acceptance.”

“It kinda looks like the beauty saving the beast, because of AgustD being a bad boy who met love and found the right path.”

“So dumb.” You clinked your bottles. “Still, congrats for finally finishing AgustD promotion.”

“Yeah, but this means that next week I’ll be in Los Angeles. I need to meet a singer for a collab.”

You huffed. Being his girlfriend is not easy. It’s a matter of carefully planning your schedules, continuously living with two different clocks on your phones set in different time zones, sometimes even wearing two watches at the same time, one at your wrist, the other a nice pocket watch that he had gifted you for your first anniversary, so that you could always “have his time”, as he said.

“Well, then we’ll have to make the best of this weekend.” You nudged him with your elbow. He smiled at you knowingly then took a sip. He zapped through some tv programmes, finally settling on the news. Right in that moment a small clip of the two of you came up, something about his album sales or the fact that he donated a percentage to a school that you had visited together a while ago for a project.

“God, you look amazing, babe.” He licked his lips and stared at you smiling wide at the cameras. They went on discussing your relationship, which to the public was quite new, even though the announcement had come shortly after your two year anniversary, that is about a couple months ago.

“That’s cause you make me look radiant.” You took a sip yourself.

“Really, look at that!” They showed a short footage of your first public appearance, at his side during a music award. “Beautiful.”

You smiled mischievously, brushing his knee.

“You remember that night?” He said. That’s exactly what you were expecting.

“Of course. How could I forget it? You left one-month-long reminders.” You remembered how you had to postpone your regular medical checkups because of the bruises he had left around.

“You were so good.” He praised, his eyes half glazed over, caught in a memory.

You felt emboldened. “I wish we did it more often.” You turned towards him.

“Look how pretty.” He ignored your cue, and it was quite probably intentional. “Showing all those tits to the world.” He gulped a mouthful of beer and clicked his tongue. “The interviewer’s eyes kept going downwards.”

Your dress was not improper at all. It covered everything that needed to stay private, the long sleeved, high neck bodice had just a central stripe of mesh fabric, starting at your collar and hitting a few inches above your belly button, which let the crevice of your breasts be vaguely outlined, just vaguely, and Yoongi had risked losing his manners and self control over it. Photographers had loved your overall vibe, looking adorably ethereal, your hair braided in a crown, your flowy gown matching Yoongi’s lace shirt.

But of course your bodice caused a fuss the day after in the news. Not that you really cared. Yoongi had loved it, clasping your hand like crazy anytime a man came close, but at the same time parading you in front of the cameras, moving you around like a delicate nymph -- which he would undoubtedly claim as soon as the night was over. He swam in the calm and femininity you radiated, your energy matching his. All it would take was a twist of a wrist, a tap of a finger and he would be directing you in posing, your bodies moving simultaneously, as if you were nothing but a puppeteer and his toy, him pulling at your strings.

The whole experience awakened a connection so profound and intuitive, instinctual, that as you reached your hotel room together you still felt those magnets pushing and pulling you to each other, turning your lovemaking into some complicated dance, then into wild, rowdy fucking where no words were needed, your moans and groans saying exactly where to kiss, bite, hit, grope and fondle.

“Are you thinking about it too?” He asked.

“I miss it so much.” You whispered.

“Do you want to?” He kissed your temple. “Need me to?” He used his spare hand to massage your scalp.

Still, you noticed the dark circles under his eyes. “It’s okay. You’re tired.” You leaned into his hand and nuzzled into him.

“It’s been three weeks. Usually you can’t go three days without it.” He kissed you again, delivering eskimo kisses on your cheekbone. The tenderness of it was slowly gnawing at your insides.

“But you’re tired.” You whined. “Let’s just chill.” You grabbed his empty bottle and cuddled beside him. A few minutes later he was deep asleep, his head propped against the sofa and his mouth open. You covered him with a blanket and held him tighter.

Hoseok

“Oh, sweetie! Oh, love! Oh, my god! My girl, so good!” Hoseok cheered you on as you descended the stairs, careful not to stumble on your dress.

“Thank you, Hobi.” You touched your hair, falling in soft waves on one side of your face.

“Seriously, ____, you look so fucking good, baby.” He took your hand to spin you around for him, examining you carefully.

“Oh god.”

“I can change if you need me to, there’s an alternative upstairs and I have time, I can-”

“No baby, it’s… wow.” He eyed again the slit on your gown, starting mid-thigh and exposing the side of your left leg cheekily. His eyelashes batted like crazy, his hands already reaching for your bum, cupping it through the tight, sparkly fabric. The dress had a siren gown, and since it was quite daring you had the stylist prepare an alternative, since Hoseok couldn’t see you in it and you weren’t sure of his opinion. It’s not like you needed his approval, or that he wouldn’t let you wear it, but you weren’t completely sure of it, and you needed him boosting your ego a little. One single sign of unsurety and you would dash to the bedroom to change. But his beaming smile and the way his eyes were glued to your skin made you understand he would be lowkey upset by your change of outfit.

He looked unreal. His baby blue suit was highlighted by silver details, matching the sober sparkles of your grey dress. He looked you in the face, hesitating one second before pressing a blazing kiss on your lips. It was scorching, resembling the usual bolt of energy between the two of you.

“I need more.” He whispered against your mouth, licking your bottom lip.

“You know we’re gonna fuck it up.”

“I feel like fucking you up.” He murmured, a little disappointed that you were resisting him. You could feel his arousal against your hip.

You simply laughed. “They’re gonna pick us up in less than half an hour. We don’t have all that time.”

“We can take way less than that, you know it.”

Quickies with him were… perfect. Hot, messy, reckless. Merciless. His pace could be devilish, ruthless. Still-- “We’re gonna be sweaty and sleepy afterwards.” You grabbed the hair on his nape gently, holding him away from your face.

“So?” His hands, once on your hips, now were on the small of your back and slipping lower.

“I don’t want them to see you all freshly fucked out.” You murmured with a pout.

“Oh, are you jealous or are you worried they’re gonna see you all freshly fucked out?” He asked, nagging you, squeezing your ass.

“I just don’t want you to.” You replied, pout intensifying to the point it dimpled.

“Baby is jealous.” He teased you, his voice doing that cute ups and downs it does when he’s being deliberately cute and bratty. “You don’t want them seeing how good you are to daddy?”

That word. He was playing it dirty, pushing all your buttons: possessiveness, praise and your daddy kink. “Hobi, I swear to God, if you don't’ stop now you’re not getting any later. And I’ve spent the afternoon charging all the toys.” You warned him. And you were pretty sure you would stay true to your warning. Not 100% sure, but sure enough.

“Can I at least see what you’re wearing underneath?” He squeezed your bum once more, as if checking for the signs of undies.

“What makes you think I’m wearing something underneath this? After all it’s so damn tight.”

“Sweetie… Do you really need to tease me like this! Such a bad girl!” He laughed and at the same time he fixed his pants. Your dress wasn’t the only tight indument at the moment.

You headed for the living room, grabbing your shoes in the process, giving him a glance that invited him to follow you.

“You’re wearing those sandals, aren’t you?” He stared at the box, a pair of stilettos emerging from it, their sparkly strings catching his attention.

“Let me.” He motioned, helping you wear and latch them onto your feet.

“You truly are a vision, ____.” He was kneeling before you, looking at you wide eyed, his sweet smile edged with admiration and pride.

“You sure you don’t want to get rid of some tension before we head there?” He caressed your knee with apprehension. His personal pleasure would just be a minor advantage, what he really wanted was to help you with your nerves, since a couple days before you mentioned how worried you were about attending to such a big event.

“I don’t think I could even possibly enjoy it right now.” You put your hand atop his. “But ask me later, and with the adrenaline of the night and the relaxation of being done with it, I might be very interested.” You smiled, faking coyness.

In that moment his phone rang, probably the driver.

“Then let’s pick up from here later.” He let his hand trail along the naked back of your calf, kissing your hand and helping you up.

You couldn’t wait for the event to end. And for your night to truly begin.

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bangtann-bangdamn · 4 years

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Nocturne

Part 15 - Au contraire

It was supposed to be easy: confess your love for Park Jimin and spend the final moments of the year locked in his arms. Only one problem – he has a new girlfriend and now you need to save face. Good thing Yoongi is willing to play pretend. But how long until you catch feelings for the quiet music man?

Hye-jin. 8:55 PM, January 10th

Hye-jin paced by the front door. She stopped, glanced at her reflection in the full-length mirror and pulled down her dress a little more.

“You look fine, Hye-jin.” Yn poked her head out from the kitchen with a smile. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun on the top of her head.

“You don’t think it looks like I’m trying too hard?” Hye-jin inspected the low-cut red dress in the mirror. It was tight to her body, emphasising the curve of her hips. It was the sort of dress she knew would get his attention, even if she was probably going to freeze to death first.

“You shouldn’t dress for Taehyung. He doesn’t deserve it.” Yn scoffed before returning to the kitchen. Hye-jin heard the fridge open. Of course, Yn was taking her time getting ready. In fact, Hye-jin was certain that Yn was still in her pyjama’s.

“I’m not dressing for Taehyung.” Hye-jin pouted at her reflection. “Besides, why aren’t you dressed?”

“Didn’t you hear, it’s a pyjama party!” Yn stepped out into the hall with a glass of orange juice.

Hye-jin rolled her eyes, Before she could respond, three sharp beeps sounded from outside.

“Hobi and Jin are here. I’ll see you at the party.” Hye-jin called behind her.

She hurried down the steps and into the front seat as quickly as she could.

“God it’s cold,” she muttered as she closed the car door behind her.

“Maybe you should have worn trousers,” Hoseok laughed, glancing at her bare legs before putting the car in drive.

“I think you look perfect.” Jin poked his head between the two seats, a dreamy smile on his face.

Hye-jin took a moment to inspect the redness around the tip of his ears before turning to Hoseok. “Okay, just how much has he had to drink?”

Hoseok shrugged, keeping his eyes glued to the road. “I lost track after three.”

“Aw, poor Jinnie.” Hye-jin pouted as she ruffled his hair.

Jin slapped her hand away and sat back in his seat.

“Ah, what do you mean ‘poor Jinnie’?” Jin barked, folding his arms across his chest to seem stern but all Hye-jin was reminded of was a child that had been scolded.

She laughed. “I can see the future, Jin. And yours has you with your head down the toilet.”

Beside her, Hoseok laughed. “What does my future hold?” He asked.

Hye-jin hummed as she thought. “For you I see… A night of making sure Jin doesn’t choke on his vomit.” She moved towards Hoseok. “Dibs not it.” She stage whispered with a giggle.

Hoseok glared at her as she reached for the aux cable and plugged her phone in.

“That was a cheap shot, Hye-jin, and you know it.”

Hye-jin grinned as the opening beat of her favourite party song began to play. “I know.”

“I’m insulted that you all think that I’m going to throw up. I never throw up.”

“Okay, Jin.” Hye-jin rolled her eyes as she placed her phone on her lap. She picked up the edge of her dress and ran her thumb across the fabric.

“You okay?” Hoseok asked.

“I’m fine. Just…” She let her sentence trail off. She wasn’t sure what she wanted to say. All she could figure out from the butterflies in her tummy was that she was nervous and had been from the moment she stepped into the car.

“Don’t worry, Hye-jin. I promise I won’t leave your side.” Jin rested his head against Hoseok’s chair and he placed his hand on Hye-jin’s shoulder.

“Yeah, you said that on New Year’s and look what happened then.” She brushed his hand away with a scoff.

“What happened on New Year’s?” Hoseok glanced at the pair of them.

“Nothing happened, Hobi. Don’t worry about it,” she replied softly, turning her attention to the world beyond her window. Maybe she wouldn’t drink tonight. It seemed like her life only got more complicated when she drank. She could only hope that she would be able to keep her resolution for once.

Jungkook. 11:33 PM, January 10th

Jungkook pushed past the bodies crowded in his usually spacious lounge as he made his way towards the hall. He did not recognise a single soul. He would have to have words with Taehyung about who he invited to these parties in the morning, but right now there was only one person he wanted to speak to.

He hadn’t seen a sign of her yet and he was starting to worry. She was never late. The fact that she hadn’t arrived with her friends had stopped him from drinking. Well, from drinking his usual amount. He hoped that he would find her soon so he could quickly rectify the situation.

The fates, however, had other plans.

“Jungkook, my man!” Taehyung sang as he threw his arm around Jungkook’s shoulder and led him towards the drinks counter. “What can I get for you?”

Jungkook shrugged Taehyung’s arm away. “Have you seen my sister?”

Taehyung rested against the counter as he thought. “I thought I saw her come in with Namjoon’s grumpy friend.”

“Yoongi?”

Taehyung shrugged before grabbing a bottle of beer. He rested the rim of the cap against the side of the counter and slammed the palm of his hand against it. The cap popped off with ease. Taehyung picked the cap up and tossed it into a bowl filled to the brim of caps, before offering the beer bottle to Jungkook.

“Yeah, yeah. That’s his name. How does he know our sweet Yn?” Taehyung quirked a brow at Jungkook, gaze scanning the people in the kitchen.

Jungkook groaned, taking the bottle from him. He should have known. “He’s her boyfriend.” He took a sip from the bottle.

“Yn has a boyfriend?” Taehyung exclaimed, laughing slightly.

“Yup.”

Taehyung shook his head. “Jimin won’t be happy to hear that.”

“Jimin?” Jungkook scoffed. “What about me? I’m her brother!”

“Eh. You have never really cared who she was hanging out with. Jimin on the other hand?” Taehyung nodded sagely.

“Why would Jimin care? They hardly speak to one another?”

“Au contraire, my dumb friend. If you heard the things I do, you would know that Jimin cares deeply for your pretty, pretty sister.”

“Dude. Don’t call Yn pretty.” Jungkook took a long sip from his beer. “Besides, I thought you and Hye-jin were back on?”

“Nah. She’s playing hard to get right now. Making me chase after her.” Taehyung rolled his eyes.

“Are you sure she’s playing?” Jungkook asked softly.

“She’s always playing,” Taehyung laughed.

“Just… word of advice man. You got to stop with the games. Hye-jin’s not going to want to play forever.”

Taehyung stared at Jungkook for a moment before shaking his head. “Have you seen her?”

Jungkook tipped his beer bottle towards the back door. “Last time I saw her, she was outside with Jin.”

Taehyung slapped Jungkook’s shoulder with a smile. “Not for much longer, my friend.” With that, Taehyung was gone.

Jungkook shook his head, deciding he would take another lap around the house to see if he could find his sister before heading outside.

Yn. 12:14 AM, January 11th

“Yn! Hey, Yn!”

You turned around in the hallway, searching for whoever was calling your name. You had lost Yoongi and had spent the last twenty or so minutes looking for him in each of the downstairs’ rooms. But, alas, you had not seen even a hint of his dirty blond hair anywhere.

A body slammed into you from behind, momentarily knocking the air out of your lungs.

“Oh, Yn! It’s been so long.” The body untangled itself from you, spinning you around until you were face to face with one of Jungkook’s friends.

“Bambam, hi,” You replied timidly, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Come! We should finish our competition.” He grabbed your hand and started to tug you towards the kitchen.

“Whoa! What competition, Bambam?”

Bambam rolled his eyes. “The one where you said you could out drink me! I call bullshit and now I’m about to prove you wrong,” Bambam slurred his words slightly, leaning heavily towards you.

You frowned, struggling to find the words to stop Bambam from leading you into the kitchen.

“YN!” You heard Taehyung’s voice call from somewhere behind you.

Bambam stumbled slightly as he stopped to turn around.

Taehyung patted your head as he stopped beside you. “Bambam, Lisa was looking for you.”

“Lisa?” Bambam suddenly stood up straighter, eyes peering behind Taehyung with a new interest in the people around them. “Imma fight her.” He declared proudly before charging back into the living room.

“What just happened?” You quizzed Taehyung, the sound of Bambam’s war cry still audible over the bass of the music.

“I don’t know, man, but Lisa’s in the kitchen.” Taehyung shook his head before placing both of his hands on your shoulders and looking directly into your eyes. “But that’s not what I need to tell you.”

“Okay…”

“It’s really, super important, Yn. You must swear not to tell anyone. A n y o n e.”

“What is it Taehyung?”

He looked around the hall before leaning closer towards your ear.

“I love Hye-jin,” He said, making no attempt to lower his voice.

You patted his shoulder. “Right, well why don’t you tell her that?”

“I have!” He whined, moving to lean dramatically against the wall. “She doesn’t believe me, Yn!”

“I wonder why,” You muttered. “Look, Taehyung. If you really love Hye-jin, you have got to stop with your bullshit. Be serious for once.”

Taehyung nodded his head enthusiastically. “Yes, yes! I know how I can show her!”

“Okay, well. Go!” you held up your fist in support.

Taehyung took off, socks slipping against the hardwood floor, reminding you of a puppy trying to run for the first time. You giggled at the image before resuming your journey into the kitchen. One glance around the room had you scurrying towards the backdoor for escape. There were way too many people trying to get a refill. Not that you needed a refill. In fact, this was the first party you had attended where you had managed to not have a drink and you were kind of proud of the accomplishment.

“That��s what I can’t understand! Why would you willingly comply with the government’s bid to alter the way the general public thinks!” Namjoon slapped his thighs and sighed. You paused in the door with a smile.

Sitting on the bottom step leading into the garden was Namjoon and Hoseok.

“Finally, sober people!” you exclaimed as you took a seat on the step above them. Hoseok turned his body to face you with a smile.

“Yn! I wondered if you were actually going to show your face.”

You rolled your eyes at Hoseok before turning to Namjoon. “What conspiracy are you on this time?”

“They’re not conspiracies, Yn. You only need to open your eyes and look at what is going on. The government makes sure the people drink to keep them docile. They’re easier to control that way.” He tapped the side of his head with his index finger.

“Why did you even want this party if you think alcohol is just another way for the government to control the general public?” Hoseok quipped as he took another sip from what you knew was probably a glass of Sprite.

Namjoon nodded his head towards the back of the garden where you could just make out the figure of someone stumbling up the garden path towards the house. You watched as the figure stumbled backwards before falling on their behind.

Namjoon shook his head with a smile. “Idiots.”

Hoseok looked up at you. “I need a drink.”

“Don’t we all.” You laughed.

“Are you on that again?” a voice sounded from behind you. You found yourself smiling before Yoongi even had the chance to sit down beside you. He knocked his shoulder into yours, holding out the drink in his hand to you. “Don’t listen to him. The only reason he doesn’t drink is that he got sloshed on WKD in our first year and puked on the guy he fancied.”

You shook your head, trying to hide your laughter by taking a sip. You glanced at Yoongi when the taste finally settled on your tongue. Or rather, the lack of alcohol in the drink. You had not told Yoongi you weren’t planning on drinking this evening.

Namjoon choked on his drink. “I did not!” he spluttered.

Beside him, Hoseok laughed.

Namjoon glared at Hoseok, who took no notice and continued to laugh to himself, before turning his glare to Yoongi.

“Maybe I should tell Yn about the time you told a complete stranger you loved them when you got drunk in first year.” Namjoon teased.

Yoongi shrugged. “That’s not as embarrassing as throwing up on your crush.” Yoongi smirked, leaning back on the step slightly. He moved his arm behind you, thumb gently grazing your elbow.

Hoseok stopped laughing to look at you both with disgust. “If you weren’t so cute, it would be disgusting.”

“What would?” Namjoon asked, to which Hoseok nodded his head in your direction.

“Fuck me, you actually grew a pair and asked her out.”

“Actually,” Yoongi looked down at you with a small smile. “Technically, she asked me out first.”

Namjoon nodded his head, contemplating Yoongi’s answer. “Yeah. That makes more sense.”

Yoongi looked blankly at Namjoon. “Thanks, Joon.”

You giggled, resting your head on Yoongi’s shoulder.

Hye-jin. 2:56 AM, January 11th.

Hye-jin was not drunk. The fact that on her way to refill her cup she had tripped over her own feet three times meant nothing. She pushed her hair out of her face as she made her way over to the drinks counter. She paid no mind to the two men chatting beside her until-

“I can’t believe she has a boyfriend.”

“I know. When Yn told me-”

“Yn doesn’t have a boyfriend,” Hye-jin interjected with a scoff. She put down the last of the raspberry vodka to stare at Jungkook and Jimin. “I think I would know if she had a boyfriend.” She rolled her eyes.

“Well, that’s not what Yn said to me.” Jungkook shrugged.

“They do look cute together,” Jimin added.

“Wait, what?”

“Namjoon’s friend and Yn.”

“Yoongi?” Hye-jin turned away from the alcohol, focusing all her attention of them.

“Yeah” Jungkook took a sip of his drink, avoiding Hye-jin’s gaze.

Hye-jin gazed around the room, dumbfounded. “That little bitch,” she said louder than she intended. “She said nothing was going on between them.” She turned angrily back towards the drinks counter and resumed pouring herself a shot.

“She didn’t tell you?” Jungkook took a step closer toward Hye-jin when she downed the first shot and immediately went to pour herself a second.

“Does this look like the face of someone who knew?” she quipped.

“I don’t know, Hye-jin. You are an actress…” Jungkook mused.

“That is so not the point.” Hye-jin sighed and downed the second shot. Hye-jin stared down at the empty shot glass. Did she do something? She thought that you shared everything with each other. She knew she could be a little aggressive when it comes to setting them up, but that was only because they needed the push.

She was pulled out of her thoughts when arms wound themselves tightly around her, a face pressing into the side of her neck.

“There you are!” Taehyung sang, planting a sloppy kiss on her neck.

Hye-jin groaned, struggling to free herself from Taehyung’s grasp. He was the last face she wanted to see tonight. “Get off me, you buffoon.” She pushed him, sighing as she felt his presence finally take a step back from her.

She turned to face him. His face was flushed, and she knew that he had drunk his limit for the evening. And for once, she did not want to join him.

She said nothing as she left the kitchen, deciding to spend the evening with the one person in the world who she would not wake up in the morning with regret.

YN. 2:56 AM, January 11th

You bite down on the burger and moan as the succulent beef melts on your tongue. You savour the moment.

“I mean, the burger’s good. But it’s not that good.” Yoongi chuckled to himself as he took a bite into his own burger.

You had ditched the party. For some reason, you could not get yourself to relax enough to enjoy the drunk shenanigans happening around you. It was too loud, too busy. So when Yoongi had asked if you wanted to leave to get something to eat, you couldn’t jump fast enough.

So here you were, sitting in his car in some abandoned car park eating the best burger of your life.

“You don’t understand, Yoongi. It’s been so long.” You take another bite and moan again, this time upping the length to make your point.

“This is so far from being a decent burger. The best burger is from the street vendor in the park.”

“A street vendor? I don’t believe it.”

“Trust me. Once you have had a burger from there, all other burgers are ruined. I’ll take you there some time.”

You contemplate his words with a pout for a moment. “Are you asking me on a date, Min Yoongi?” You raise your brow at him, struggling to stop yourself from breaking into laughter when he froze mid-bite.

He moved the burger away from his lips, looking straight ahead as he answered you. “No, I just want to show you your wrong.”

“Sounds like a date to me.” You smiled, returning back to your burger.

“Do you want it to be a date?” He asked quietly.

You hesitated. Was that what you were truly asking for? You did not want to seem overly keen on the idea of a real date with him, not when this was all fake in the first place. You couldn’t let yourself develop feelings for him.

“How come your mum’s so hell-bent on you finding a girlfriend anyway?” you asked instead, hoping that would distract him from his question.

He sighed. “It’s a long story.” He shrugged.

“I have time.” You finished off your burger, wiping your hands on a napkin before facing Yoongi.

He finished off his own burger before starting. “My dad and brother… they, uh, they passed away.”

“Oh, Yoongi.” You reached out and placed your hand on his and squeezed.

He looked down at your hand on his, a small smile forming on his lips. “It’s okay, Yn. Mum just has it in her head that everything will be okay if she can see me married. They never were, and my brother was engaged when he died. I think she thinks if I’m married, then nothing bad can ever happen to me.”

You could feel the tears starting to form in your eyes as you laced your fingers with him. “Yoongi, I’m sorry.”

Yoongi shook his head slightly, his thumb brushing the back of your hand. “It’s stupid, I know.”

“It’s not stupid, Yoongi. She wants to see you happy.”

Yoongi turned to look at you. “I am,” he replied softly.

Your heart fluttered in your chest as he stared at you, a blush creeping up on your cheeks. Suddenly you were glad he could not see you clearly as you turned your face away,

“Yn?”

“Yeah?”

“Why is Jin so interested in our sex life?”

Your mouth flapped uselessly as you tried to comprehend his question. “He asked you what?”

Yoongi laughed. “Yeah, I was a little surprised considering you were saying not that long ago that you hadn’t told any of them.”

“I told them you were driving me tonight. Jin assumed.”

“That we’re having sex?” He raised his brow at you.

“Yeah, Jin’s form of friendship is making sure everyone is having just as much sex as he is.”

“Jin has a lot of sex? I always got the feeling that he’s a virgin?”

“It’s his dad jokes, right?”

“Little bit.”

You laugh. “I’m sorry about him. He just gets a little… excited sometimes.”

“Yeah… I know. Namjoon won’t shut up about Jin bugging him on Twitter.”

“That I can’t apologise for, mostly because Jin winding up Namjoon is kind of hilarious.”

“That it is.” Yoongi agreed, smile plastered on his face. “You know they’re going to find out eventually, right?”

“I know. I plan on telling them soon. I just don’t want to do it over the phone, you know?”

“I get that. But… if you need someone to hold your hand…”

You smiled, lifting your entwined hands. “I think you’ve already got that covered.”

“Sorry.” Yoongi tried started to move his hand away.

You pouted as you gripped his hand a little tighter. Yoongi chuckled before relaxing his grip and lowering your hands into his lap.

“You know, as much as I like holding your hand, I can’t hold it and drive.”

“Do we have to go just yet?” you whined

“It’s getting late.”

“I know, but I don’t want to go home just yet.”

“Don’t you have an essay due on Monday?”

“Yeah.” Reluctantly you removed your hand from his. “I guess you’re right.”

Yoongi turned his car on. “Trust me, I have never been so upset to be right before.”

He pulled out of his parking spot, manoeuvring the car back onto the road.

“Do you think Hye-jin will be upset? When we break-up I mean?”

“Why would she be upset?”

“She was so excited when I told her you were driving me tonight.” You sigh. “I guess I’m just a little scared about how she’ll react when we do break up.”

Yoongi remained silent for a few moments. “What if we don’t break up?” he asked quietly.

“Don’t be silly, Yoongi. We have to break up at some point. What if you meet a girl you really like?”

“Yeah, what if?” He sighed. “Well, if you need help breaking it to Hye-jin… you know where to find me.”

“I know. Thanks, Yoongi.”

Finally, Yoongi pulled up outside your building. You hesitated slightly as you took off your seat belt. Yoongi turned to face you, brow raised.

“Thank you, Yoongi. For tonight. I had fun.”

“Me too, Yn. Thanks for inviting me.” He turned to face forward once more and that’s when you decide to do it.

You leaned in and placed a kiss on his cheek. His face turned towards you as you pulled away and for a moment, you are distracted by how close he is. Your breath caught in your throat as neither of you moved away, entranced by the other. Then Yoongi started to lean forward.

You pulled away completely and opened your door. “Night Yoongi.” You called as you scrambled out of the car. You hurried to let yourself in, waving briefly at Yoongi from behind your door before closing it.

You rest your head against the frame and let out a shaky breath, wondering, not for the first time, just how you managed to get yourself into this situation.

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Alpha’s little wolf | pjm (2)

-> Synopsis: Your mind stutters dysfunctionally and you slowly take a step back.

Your brother gets abruptly cut of by a low growl, and everyone’s attention lured towards the alpha announcing his claim.

“Mate.”

-> Pairing: alpha jimin x omega reader

-> Genre: romance . Fluff . Smut (in future chapters)

-> Words: 10k

-> Chapters: preview - 1 - 2- 3

-> Warning: Biting, marking, nightmares, horror (honestly half of this book is a horror wolf au shit), possessive and controlling alpha acts, cookie monsters ;) reader is a girl crush tbh

-> About: Jimin is a bad bitch, reader is an even bigger bad bitch, seriously you’ll fall in love with the reader’s character, lots of magic shit, taehyung is a handsome creep, lots of horror, reader and Jimin are soft for each other (later on) brother Hobi cause why not, kook is a bun bun with a man bun, possessive jimin, lots of romance and understatement, this is the good shit, you won’t regret reading it…

-> In: Narrative POV, Third person POV

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Y/n enters thought the kitchen door and halts the second moment she’s faced with two broad shoulders who’s the owner was walking around the counter, cooking.

She stares before hurriedly walking up to the male. “Jin-shii, What are you doing?”

Jin turns his head around and passes her a smile. “Cooking.”

“You are our guest. Let me.” Y/n reaches her hand out towards the spatula he was using to stir the cooking pot but the male resists by pulling the object away from her.

“Let me do it today, Y/n. There is not even a single moment I have seen you resting.”

Y/n sighs, dropping her shoulders. “I can’t let you do this. At least let me help.”

Letting a guest work was not just against her parents’ laws but the pack too.

Werewolves were not just strick on their rules but they were also known for serving their guest the best.

Jin glance at her before nodding. “Help me by slicing those vegetables.”

Y/n hums and walk up to the already washed material and started slicing them.

“I must say Y/n, you have great taste in your hands.” Jin compliments, adding red chilli pepper into the pot that he had already chopped.

The woman smiles slightly. “Thank you. Oppa said you are also good at cooking.”

Jin chuckles at that. “Good, he said? I’m the best.”

Y/n purse her lips to stop herself from giggling.

‘Well…that’s something.’

“Honestly saying, little hope. You have good control and grip over yourself and the people that are attached to you. Jimin has a great challenge to look after in the future.” Jin glance at her, amusement immediately filling his eyes when she roughly chops into the carrot at the mention of her mate.

“You don’t like him, huh.” He chuckles.

Y/n sighs, stopping her chopping session to turn to the male. “There is no feeling on that. I don’t like him, neither do I hate him.”

Jin stares right back at her, nodding his head slowly as he fully acknowledges her. “Smart girl.”

“Indeed.” A voice diffuses from behind and reflects from the walls towards their ears.

Y/n mood fully drops at the presence, yet she felt her wolf’s nose twitching at the smell of blueberries that comes inside with the person.

She turns around and finds her, oh so graceful mate smiling at her in amusement. “I’m sure the feeling is mutual.”

Jimin hums, pretending to think for a second before suddenly smiling. He leans away from the door and walks up to her, stuffing both his hands inside his jeans pocket. “Almost. But I like you a little bit more.”

Y/n tilts her head and smile sarcastically at him. “That’s a huge pleasure from the alpha.”

“You should be, little wolf. I hold a big place.” Jimin holds his head high.

“You should be too. You’re gifted with a species that is more rear than an alpha, like yourself.” Y/n walks closer to him.

Jimin clenches his jaw, yet continues to smile. “A rear species that has an end choice of only a beta. How shameful.”

“Shameful it is to be greedy. My brother still holds more respect and orders than you.”

“Just kiss already.” Jin grins from the side, head held between his hands as he rests himself on the counter.

Both mates snap their heads towards him then back at each other.

Y/n immediately backs away when she notices the small gap between them and clears her throat.

Jimin stays standing in his place, staring intensely at her.

His hands twitch.

If he could, he would pull her right into him without giving a single damn about her choice and wish.

“If you think you will get out of my grasp then you’re wrong.” The future alpha grits out.

“And if you think you can stop me then you’re in the wrong place.” Y/n snaps right back, turning back and continuing with her given job, all the while ignoring his standing presence.

He will never stop her from pursuing her dreams.

They wouldn’t be here if he had acted a little bit mature, but no, he choose the wrong way of approaching her.

She would have given her best to maintain their bond and relationship if he had allowed her to go her own way.

But no.

He followed her and he held and used his dominance over her, clearly showing her that she was just a woman and holds the same old place of taking care of his pups.

She won’t let him think that. She won’t let any of those males think that.

She will declare them wrong and show them that a female is as powerful as a male.

“So tell me, son, how’s your bonding been with Y/n?” Mr Jung questions to the sitting male opposite of him.

Y/n immediately cease her mouth from chewing the food she had prepared with Jin.

‘Great! Nothing is left to talk about these days.’

Jimin smiles fully at the elder and that might be the only time she has seen him genuine.

She has to admit, even if he was a complete asshole, he was careful with her family.

Well…except Hoseok.

“It’s going great. I’ve missed her so much.” Jimin answers, completely ignoring the glare that Hoseok is digging into his skin.

“I don’t get this part. How come you suddenly confess to her when that was the first time you met her?” Mrs Jung questions this time, her brows furrowed.

Y/n hides a smile and turns her head towards Jimin, raising her brows, she also waits for an answer.

It’s all his fault if he got caught. He’s the one who keeps on digging his grave deeper.

Strangely, Jimin still puts on a smile. “I have heard a lot about her from Hoseok Hyung. You can say that’s how I fell for her. She, on the other hand, seem to like me a lot from the beginning for some reason. She accepted me the moment I confessed.”

Y/n parts her lips, feeling everyone’s attention fix towards her for confirmation.

Her eyes remained emotionless yet she was screaming inside her head.

‘Asshole.’

Humiliation shows up to the other eyes by a pink blush over her cheeks and she had never wanted to kill someone so much in her entire existence.

Every pore of her body seethes in anger and Jimin felt it all in him.

She has to say something or else her parents will pick up that something was indeed wrong.

Y/n turn to her parents and pass them a small smile and nods, confirming his so-called story.

Thankfully, everyone goes back to their dishes, some knowing more but preferring to stay silent.

She drops her head towards her plate, her knuckles turning white from where she had closed her hand tightly into a fist.

She felt tears pricking in the corner of her eyes.

She wasn’t hurt. She wasn’t weak.

But she felt ashamed.

What would her parents think? That she just accepted the male without even knowing him. That she was so desperate that she said yes to someone she met for the first time.

Heck! He wasn’t even there. He never visited them from the beginning.

A hand immediately takes a hold of her clenched fist and hide it down under the table.

Shock immediately runs past her veins in small tickles and she pulls her hand away from the holder.

She opens her fist, the now broken chopstick falling to the ground with a soft thud.

She turns to her left and watches with wide eyes as Taehyung sips his soup, acting as if he had not just jerked her clenched hand under the table.

She almost forgot about him. He had claimed the seat next to her the moment he saw it empty.

And to make it harder, she felt his stare throughout the whole time they all had sit down to eat.

Her fingers twitch and she felt her wolf perking up her ears and sitting up in her front paws in confusion.

He had just touched her, nothing more, nothing less.

Then why does she feels like this?

Y/n stares up at the ceiling, the light provided by the moon being the only second presence inside her room.

She felt puzzled.

What was happening?

Seven men have suddenly shown up in their house, one of them being her brother that she hasn’t seen for seven years.

She was happy to see Hoseok, but the same amount of disturbance was also felt towards the other six men.

She felt uncomfortable in her own house.

And that was probably not because of one of them turning out to be her mate.

Not at all.

There was this weird aura around them. They all felt so unapproachable and strange.

They screamed danger and she doesn’t want herself being connected with any of them.

Especially with the strange himself, Kim Taehyung.

She has only communicated with him once and her senses were instantly alarming her to stay away from him.

In many ways, he confuses her.

His lingering dark shiny gaze, his intake of deep breaths when she whips past him or the way he simply was, mysterious.

No matter how difficult Jimin was to understand or what his plans were, his motives were quite clear.

He wanted to bury her down, want her submitting herself to him.

But this man, he just had planned she didn’t want to even know.

And for a fact, she was also aware that his plans revolved around her.

And today was just a trailer of what might happen in the future.

The sudden skinship from him scared her for a second.

It was just so fast, and that shock that went up her spine also left her speechless.

His touch distracted her so much that she didn’t even finish her food and left the dinner table early.

She hated it.

She doesn’t want him to touch her like that ever again.

A knock on her door brings her back from her train of thoughts, causing her to flinch slightly at the sudden sound.

She snaps her head towards the door and watches with confusion as it knocks again.

With furrow brows, she sits up in her bed.

“Who would be up at this time?….” She mumbles, getting down from her comfort zone and walking towards the door.

The door knocks one more time before she clicks it open, only to find no one outside.

She looks around the front before leaning her head out of the door to stare down at the dark little hallway.

Her eyes catch the pink fabric of Vi’s pyjamas as the little girl turn to another hallway, leading to the living room.

Y/n completely skips her room and starts to walk after her.

“Vi!” She calls but the little girl was long gone to another hallway to listen to the elder.

Why was she knocking on her door? Let alone, why is she still up?

She turns the hallway and walks some steps before turning to the living room.

Her body immediately halts when her eyes land on the figures that sat around the living room, seeming to be in a serious discussion.

They all turn to silence and turn their head at her when the smell of her feminine scent hits their senses.

Y/n trail her eyes to each one of their faces, finding only her brother missing.

She does not question their sudden meet up at the middle of the night and just gets to the point. “Where’s Vi?”

All the males just stare at her in confusion and Yoongi mumbles out. “Sleeping.”

She turns her eyes towards him and speaks. “I just saw her turning the hallway. She came this way.”

Yoongi immediately meets the middle of his brows at the information and Jimin states out.

“Don’t worry your pretty mind, little wolf. She’s probably sleeping.”

She ignores his words, not even bothering a little bit to turn towards him.

A frown takes over her lips before her ears perks up at the voice of soft thuds.

Horror hits her guts and her head turns blank for a second.

Realization immediately runs through her face and she whips her head towards the other dark hallways that cleared a path to upstairs.

“Shit!” She mumbles before breaking into a sprint towards the said hallway.

Jimin is the first one to jerk himself up from the single couch and run after her sudden outburst before the others follow after him too.

“Y/n.” He calls, running after her figure that’s now climbing up the stairs.

‘Goddamn, this woman. How is she so fast?’

Y/n breath furiously, her mind having the only mission to get to the still thudding sound that came from upstairs, from her young sister.

She turns the left corner and halts for a second before yelling out. “Vi!”

She runs towards the half-opened door and barge inside the room.

Her heart thumps in horror when she finds her younger sister’s back turned towards her while she continuously hit her forehead against the closed door of the closet.

Jimin runs in right after Y/n and stops in his track when he takes in the scene before him.

“Vi…” Y/n whispers before slowly walking towards the small figure of her sister.

It doesn’t take the other males a second to invade the space of the small room and stare with confusion at the act from the small soon to be grown female.

Y/n sits down on her knees next to Vi and stare at her with worry as the younger continues to bump her head to the closet’s door, her eyes closed as she was fast asleep.

“Baby..” Y/n calls out to the younger with a soft voice, raising one of her hand and placing it on the place the younger was hitting her forehead continuously.

“Vi. It’s okay. Let’s go to bed. Hmm.” She grabs the little girl from the small of her back and guides her away from the closet.

The younger follows, her mind and body dizzy from sleep as she lets herself welcoming her elder sister’s arms who then picks her up.

Y/n secure Vi in her arms and turns towards the males that have been watching them silently.

“What happened here, stays here.” She states, trailing her eyes over every male’s present in the room before she carries the little girl out of the room.

Jimin scowls after Y/n whips past him and for the first time, he allows himself to look around the room.

The room has dusted over. No source of light wrench the walls except the light coming from the moon.

A big dollhouse was placed in the middle of the room, a small bed placed right beside it.

From the look of it, the room belonged to a kid.

But why was the room looked so dark and warn out?

And how come he has not seen this room before.

Since the day they all have arrived, this room was locked and he has seen no one entering or exiting the room.

“What was that?” He hears Jungkook mumbling, the scene still fresh in his mind.

Jin frowns, taking a step towards the big dollhouse. “She might be sleepwalking.”

“Who fucking does that?” Yoongi speaks up from behind them, his concern directed towards Vi’s unusual behaviour.

As long as he remembers, Vi has never mentioned about sleepwalking to him.

Jimin directs his eyes towards the elder and blinks in amusement.

It still leaves him in awe at how that little human has succeeded in getting inside Yoongi’s comfort zone. She had managed to make him laugh without even doing much.

This family is indeed special and holds many unspoken secrets.

Just like this one.

And it was leaving them puzzled.

Footsteps make them turn their head towards the slightly open door, watching as Y/n appears at the opening again.

She motions her hand for them to skip out of the room, a key dangling in one of her finger.

Looking around the room one last time, they do as they are told.

Y/n shuts the door and locks it with the key immediately.

Jimin who was standing next to her, furrowing his brows. “Why are you locking it?”

“Someone died in there.” Y/n speaks forwardly, making the male’s eye go wide.

“What?” Jin questions caught off guards.

“What is there to hide? You’ll find out anyway.” Y/n turns to them and states out.

“I’ll be better if you enter your rooms early. There are things here that are stronger than werewolves.”

With that, she whips past them and turns the corner towards her room.

The future alpha and betas stand confused there, the words of the female lingering around their minds.

The silence hovering around them is cut off by a knock.

And followed by another.

They all turn towards the locked door.

Another knock voices out.

“How….?” Jungkook trails off, staring at the closed door which just has been knocked on.

This can’t be real, right?

This just can’t be.

The first thing Y/n does the next morning is to carry her steps towards the only culprit to get some answers.

However, the moment she enters through her sister’s room, she forgets all her inquiries when she’s faced with worry and panic that was plastered on Mira’s face.

The soon to be grown woman jumps at the presence of her sister and hurriedly walks up to her, pushing the door of her room slightly to close it.

“Unnie!” She worries out, pulling Y/n towards her bed and whispers out. “I lost my key. I can’t find it anywhere.”

Y/n widens her eyes in disbelief. “What do you mean you lost it?”

Mira’s eyes well up in tears and she felt her ears slowly turning red in fear. “I don’t know. It was with me, right near my chest. But when I woke up, I couldn’t feel the necklace around my neck.”

Y/n breaths out in worry. “Did you search everywhere?”

The younger nods furiously. “Everywhere. Even inside that room.”

The elder furrow her brows in confusion. “Inside the room? How did you get in?”

She remembers locking the door last night.

“It was open when I went there this morning. I even found Vi playing around there.” Mira explains, recalling how she caught the little girl playing alone inside the room.

“No no no..” Y/n shakes her head, running a hand down her face.

“This can’t be. I closed that damn door last night.”

Mira frowns. “It was open when I went there…..Did you went in there?”

Y/n scowls. “I found Vi there. She was sleepwalking last night.”

Mira purse her lips. “Again…”

Y/n sighs, staring at her sister who seems to be too into her panic to think properly.

“You do know that key was given to you for a reason. How will papa react?”

Mira bits her nails. “I don’t know… I’m so scared.”

Y/n drops her shoulders, her mind in a chaotic mess as even she was blank at the moment to come up with an idea.

“Okay.” She nods, grabbing hold of Mira’s shoulders. “Listen, I’ll take care of that matter and look after the door. In the meantime, you search for the key.”

Mira purse her lips, staring at her sister who tries to calm her down.

How did so much happened?

Her father gave her that key for a reason and she had done just what will make him disappointed.

Other than that, that room was best if it was locked away.

Not good memories were connected to it.

Mira nods, a tear falling off her eye in both worries yet a little comfort that was provided by her sister.

“I have my key with me, so I’ll go lock it, hmm.” Y/n racks a hand through her hair and sighs out.

That room has been locked for years. Not even Vi was lingering around it anymore.

How is this happening all of a sudden? Especially after the arrivals of the males in the house.

The key was always stuck to Mira. Her not finding it is just so confusing.

Moreover, this loss is also concerning.

That room has to be locked all the time and for that, she and Mira were to look after it.

The weight on Mira’s shoulders was heavy and Y/n was just given the key in case of an emergency.

And since nothing like this ever happened, this situation was highly concerning.

And for some fact, Y/n may know who has the key.

“Hey.”

Y/n flinches when Jungkook suddenly shows up behind her.

“You scared me.” She breathes out, hands fisting the shirt she was folding.

The male cheerlessly grins and scratch the back of his neck. “Sorry.”

Y/n smiles back lightly and straightens Hoseok’s white shirt again and starts folding it.

“You’re always working.” Jungkook points out, leaning his back against the counter Y/n was ironing the clothes on.

The female smiles at his curiousness. “I like working.”

Jungkook raises his brows in surprise. “You’re the first one to ever say that. Are we perhaps burdening you?”

Y/n folds Vi’s skirt and shakes her head. “You aren’t. I have to keep myself busy while I wait for my college selections. There isn’t much to do here.”

Jungkook hums and folds his arms over his chest. “I heard you choose law.”

After receiving a nod from the female, he questions. “What if Jimin Hyung does not allow you to? I mean, in the packs, females aren’t allowed to take la–”

“I’ll take whatever I want to take.” Cutting him off, the female turns to stare at him in the eye. “It’s my future, not his.”

Jungkook blinks caught off guards and parts his lips in a scowl. “Why do you hate him so much?”

Y/n resumes back to her work of folding. “I never said I hate him. I don’t even know him that well.” She speaks, eyes fixed on her work. “I just don’t like how he has approached me.”

Jungkook stares at her face and bites his lips. “I understand that. He did choose the wrong approach. But it’s also not his fault… I mean, he’s an alpha. He is born dominating and possessive.”

“He is a little bit too much obsessed. I would have happily worked this out with him, but he’s not letting me.” The female turns her head at the male. “He’s constantly lying to my parents. How can I support someone like him?”

Jungkook’s eyes soften at her words and he fully acknowledge her when agreeing along. “You’re a brave woman, I will say that. You can stand up for yourself and that’s pretty admiring. Especially for the betas and alphas like us. We like strong females.”

“Thanks.” Y/n smiles at his words and immediately notice the blush curving the apple of his cheeks. “You’re the first one to say that.”

Jungkook hides away his eyes with the dark tips of his hair, feeling extremely flustered for being so straightforward.

If it was in front of the other males, he would have been red tomato from all the teasing they throw at him.

But in this case, the female did not do that and he was glad.

Another question suddenly hits him and he looks up at her busy figure, silently folding the clothes and re-ironing the areas that have slightly scrunched up.

In many ways, he’s starting to admire her. Especially after this talk.

This night can be his first-ever approach and their first conversation, but he found many reasons to admire her.

His questions were bugging, sudden and even personal, but not even a single crease pass her forehead, nor did she frown at him.

He doesn’t know why he found her so hard to approach at first and now he regrets not stepping in before.

“Y/n.” He carefully calls and the female hums sweetly.

He gulps at her act and lets out the question that has been tickling him in the tip of his tongue. “What was all that last night?”

Y/n’s hands slow down a little and the male immediately regrets his words.

Maybe he’s getting too personal. She did say that someone died there. What else does he want to hear?

The female trails a hand over the black shirt and speaks. “Vi used to…well is sleeping walking at nights. It just scared me a little since she hasn’t done that in a while.”

Jungkook keeps his eyes focused on the black shirt she was playing with and questions again. “What about that room? Who does it belong too?”

The female dugs her nails into the fabric and mumbles out. “It was Vi’s room.” And her pointed nails rip apart some of the material of the shirt.

Jungkook blinks and stares at her hands as they straighten the shirt and fold it away.

The shirt that was oh so familiar. The shirt that belongs to Jimin.

Y/n climbs up the stairs to get to the third floor and turns to the hallway.

Her footsteps halt as she trails her eyes all over the dark little path.

A room only decorated the whole long hall and its door was slightly creak open.

A lump forms in her throats and she immediately gulps it down at the sights.

She remembers locking the door just this morning and now it’s open again.

She racks a hand through her hair and takes a step towards the room.

Slow and hesitant steps carried her towards the door and all the while she felt the temperature drop further as each step she took.

Once in front of the door, her hand dips inside her pocket and takes out the key she had for the lock.

However, before she could pull it out, a giggle erupts from inside the room and she completely freezes.

Her eyes snap up at the door and numbness suddenly attacks the bones of her leg.

The giggle was all too familiar.

It was small, carefree and was a giggle left by a small kid’s mouth.

The only small figure around the house was Vi’s and the voice which just came from inside did not belong to her.

For more facts, Vi never giggles.

This was definitely someone else.

She hurriedly grabs the doorknob and push it towards herself and close the door with a thud.

She then works on locking the door while feeling the goosebumps in her hands raise.

Successfully locking the door firmly, she works her way out of the hallway.

She turns and tries her best to carry her numb legs and dizzy mind out of the floor but to no avail, her pace was slower than the forced she had released from her body.

Fear crawls up the pale skin of her figure and her hands tightens around the key to prevent it from dropping.

This might be a moment of panic but she can’t loose her mind over it.

As she literally drag her legs towards the staircase and down at the floor, she could clearly hear and feel someone’s steps and breath behind her.

And the most confusing part was that it also seems to be in as much panic.

With much difficulty she climbs down some stairs before thankfully gaining her legs back at the end.

The female does not wait another moment and dash away to the ground floor when given the chance.

Her heart beats fast in fear and panic, her eyes shaking and she comes to a halt the moment she turns away from the stairs at the ground floor.

Her eyes catch another familiar once and her heart starts to beat fast for a totally different reason.

Her wolf, like usual, immediately perks up and calls out to her mate and she don’t resist it this time.

She can now hundred percent say that this is the first time she’s so glad to see Jimin.

The male tilts his head to the side and the mischief that shined through his eyes drains away the moment he saw her expressions.

Instead his brows furrows and Y/n’s stomach is suddenly hit with the feeling of concern.

She blinks at his expression and reads the clearly written concern in the male’s eyes.

Just for her.

He was the one who was concerned for her and she can feel it.

Jimin stares at his mate who had suddenly appeared from the staircase and the shaking of her eyes and her body has stopped him from throwing a tease remark at her.

“Jimin.” The way his name rolled out of her tongue so breathless makes his breath hitched in his throats.

This is the first time she has said his name, and the fact that it was called out with the force of such helplessness and softness at the moment made him clinch his fist to control that familiar temptation that was her.

“Are you alright?” He breaths out and for the first time, it felt like they were having a normal conversation.

Y/n nods slowly yet the truth was written all over her face.

She was scared and he could see and feel that clearly.

He trail his eyes towards the stairs that were born in the north, the case that took an individual to the third floor where that room was.

His eyes turns wide in realization and he turns to her.

“Don’t be scared… I’m here.” He smiles slightly.

Y/n stares at him with wide eyes and her shoulders relax a little at the comfort he showed in his.

She looks away and awkwardly nods, hand rubbing her right arm to warm herself up a little.

“What were you doing upstairs?” He questions softly.

Y/n purse her lips and replies. “I was checking in the door.”

Jimin nods, eyes averting everywhere. “Was it locked?”

Y/n shakes her head. “It wasn’t.”

Jimin looks up at her and furrow his brows. “Did someone went in?”

“It’s always unlocks in it’s own these days.” The female sighs and drops her hand.

At this point, there was no hiding since they already saw what took place last night.

Jimin stares at the distressed look that pass his mate’s features. “Has Vi always sleep walked?”

Y/n parts her lips at his curiousness. “She used to…once.”

Jimin acknowledge her words with a nod. “Don’t worry. Yoongi hyung said he’ll take care of her today.”

Y/n snaps her gaze at him. “He don’t have to. I’ll take care of her.” The sentence might have sounded angry but the way each words left her lips was soft as a whisper, as if she was beyond tired.

Jimin shakes his head. “At least trust him. He won’t even look away from her.”

Y/n drops her shoulders at that, staring at his face that clearly knew that she did not trust him one bit.

How could she? Even he knew that she would never.

He has been feeding her family with lies since the beginning.

A shiver went down her spine when a cold wind hits the small of her back and the male notices.

However before he could open his mouth, another raspy voice cuts him off.

“Cold?”

Both turns towards the living room door and watch as Taehyung walks in.

He reaches out a cloth towards her and Y/n immediately recognize the wool.

It was her sweater she always wears around the house to keep her body warm.

How did he even get it?

She looks up at his face and immediately looks away when she finds those dazed eyes drilling a hole into her.

She reach out and grabs the cloth but does not wear it.

God knows what he might have done to it.

She hangs it into her arm and murmers. “You shoulder retire to your rooms. It’s getting late.”

With that she turns to leave but stops again when the newly entered male voices out. “The key.”

Y/n turns to him in confusion.

“The key.” He points out again, eyes pointing towards the ground.

Y/n follows his gaze and finds the key to the door on the ground.

Her eyes widens and she hurriedly ducks down to pick it up.

When did she let it slide though her fingers? She had been grasping it as if her life depends on it.

She clinches it into her fist and whispers. “Good night.” Glancing last time at her mate, she turns and skips out from the living room.

Jimin eye twitches and he turns to the other male when Y/n is out of the living room.

“You’re crossing you lines, Taehyung.” He grits out in anger.

Taehyung smiles at him. “And what lines am i passing, Park Jimin?”

Jimin furrows his brows in an angry narrow. “She’s my mate.”

Taehyung smirks. “And if it weren’t for me you wouldn’t even met her, let alone be by her side”

He held her close, closer to his chest, stealing her away and caging her inside his beating heart.

She whimpers, her small palms fisting his shirt around his shoulders.

She was in pain. He knew that really well cause he felt it.

Her head was resting on the side of his head, her raging breath hitting his cheeks like a soft caress.

She was sitting in his lap, his arms around her in a way that made her feel protected.

“J-Jimin..” She whines again, the beating of her each pulse screaming at him in many ways.

“It’s alright, little wolf….” He rasp, coughing out the crimson liquid that has filled up his throats. “It won’t hurt much. Just close you eyes. I’ll protect you.”

His lingering fingers gently move her hair out of the sight of her shoulder, revealing her neck and her shoulders blades.

The milky soft skin flush red at the attention given by the male and Jimin gulps at just the sight of it.

He could literally see the blood running at a rapid speed inside her and he could not help but imagine the taste.

But he was not doing this to mark her, nor was he in a love making session with her. He was doing this to save her.

Her blood has been poisoned and he have to save her. He have to gulp the blood out of her.

It wasn’t long when he finally sink his sharp teeth in her skin, a whine leaves her lips just as a growl leaves his, her hot dark colored blood pouring in his mouth in a free spray.

The sweetness of her blood was taken over by the bitterness of the liquid that was killing her, but she was still there, he could smell it.

His head spins in euphoria, his throats blocking the way of gulping the blood down.

He has to spit it out.

But he can’t. He don’t want to.

Time passes by like a strong wind around them but to them, it was slow.

Her body has melted away in his arms, her eyes close to shutting down in drain, or maybe forever if he didn’t stop.

He has already drink too much and by the way he was gulping her dry, there was no doubt that he had drunk the poisonous blood too.

“Stop….” Her last breath speaks in a mumble and like he has just woken up from a deep sleep, his mind snaps awake and he immediately pulls away.

His eyes turns wide as it all slowly hit him.

He lost control, again.

“Y/n!” Bewildered, he calls, patting her cheeks lightly to wake her up.

But to no avail, she stays silence.

Tears well up in his eyes, lips parting for a chocking breath.

“No no! Y/n! Wake up, please..please. You’re safe now.” Like a river, the droplets of his tears fall down his cheeks, mouth salivating as everything slowly register in his foggy head.

“Please…”

She’s dead.

“Wake up..”

He killed her.

As if weight of a heaviest element has just been picked up from over his body, he doesn’t waits a mer second to sit up.

A gasp leaves him, heavy sighs leaving his lips as sweat coated his face and body in a thin sheet.

His wavering eyes looks around and he slowly realize that he’s still inside his dark room.

The first thing that alert his mind is to check on the female that has been an almost cause of his heart attack.

He skips out of his bed and soon his room with hurried steps, not even caring a slightest bit that he was only in his pants.

Racking a rough hand through his hair, he enters the hallway where her room was born.

He literally sprints towards it and rests his forehead against the door. His sense enlighten and he waits for that heart beat that is always in sync with his.

Relief is a small word to name the emotion that went through him when he finally picks up that beat, the soft melodic beat of a heart of the woman he called his mate.

Her peaceful breath instantly calm down his senses and almost sway him in a sleep with each raise of her chest.

And that is when he fully calms down.

She’s safe and alive.

He almost lost control there.

He can’t imagine what would have happened if all of this was to be real.

But it was all a dream, or more like a worse nightmare.

“Jimin hyung?”

He pulls his forehead away from the closed door and turns his head towards the start of the hall.

Jungkook stands there with his brows furrowed, quiet confused at the situation of finding the male, shirtless, leaning against his mate’s door.

Jimin completely leans away from the door when he makes sure that Y/n’s still inside and slowly walks towards the younger male.

“Is everything alright?” Jungkook questions, still blank about the situation.

“Everything is fine.” Jimin nods, his eyes automatically trailing down the latter’s arm till his fisted hand.

He halts a little in his steps when his gaze lends on the edge of the key that was fisted in Jungkook’s palm.

“Where did you get that?” He questions, his eyes fixed on the object he has seen Y/n carrying around with her all the time.

It was the key of the room they were told sternly not to enter.

Jungkook seems to tense up at his questions. “Oh this. I found this lying around in the kitchen. I’ll give it to Y/n in the morning.” Telling him that, he hurriedly puts the small object inside his jeans pocket.

Jimin eyes him for a minute and finally nods, pulling his eyes away from him.

“I’ll leave now. Goodnight.” Jungkook smiles slightly and turns around to leave toward his room.

Jimin glance back at the room and then back to the front again.

Why are some people so full of secrets?

He sighs and starts walking towards his room.

She’s safe and that is what matter right now.

He has to be careful now, even from himself.

“Unnie, it hurts.” Vi whines, rubbing an eye with her small fisted hand as the other held her favorite plushie close to her chest.

Y/n’s eyes softens and she reach out a hand to grab a hold of the little girl. “What hurts?”

“Everything.” The little girl mumbles, her lips trembling upside down as her eyes were halfway open.

The grown woman holds her closer to her body, her heart pinching in pain at the sight of her little sister’s condition.

“It’s alright, baby. You will get better soon. Let’s get you to bed, hm.” Y/n circles her arms tightly around her waist, ready to pick the little one up.

However, she halts at the words that leaves Vi’s mouth the next moment.

“I saw a dream.”

It was a soft mumble, almost a whisper but Y/n caught on.

Her brows instantly furrows. “A dream?”

When the little one nods, Y/n tries to go in further on the topic "Mind telling me what it was about?“

Vi stays silence for a minute, as if collecting all the floating thoughts from many parts of her exhausted brain.

“I saw Jimin oppa.” She finally speaks, head tilting to the side.

Y/n’s frown deepens at the information.

'Jimin?’

“He was crying and a woman was lying on his lap and she was bleeding.”

Y/n listens carefully, her words echoing in her mind. “A woman..?”

Her expressions instantly change, many emotions hitting her at once.

'Another woman?’ Her mind screams again.

What was she expecting? Of course he’ll be crying for someone else.

She doesn’t deserve his tears. Not after what she has been doing.

The continues neglecting, the childish bickering and maybe all those glares she sent his way.

She doesn’t deserve him one bit. But then again, nor does he.

She blinks out of her daze and gulps the lump that forms in her throats.

She tries smiling at her and nods. “That’s just a dream, baby. Don’t bother with it so much.”

“But it felt so real..”

Y/n purse her lips. “A dream is never real until you make them. But that’s not possible cause you don’t seem passionate about it. Vi, i want you to tell me if you ever get a dream like this again.”

Vi’s half open eyes stare at her for some seconds before nodding away.

Y/n picks her up and adjust the little one on her shoulder. She then turns and climbs up the stairs towards her room.

“Let’s get you to bed.”

Y/n closes the door of Vi’s room after she succeeded on making the little one fall asleep.

It was hard. She was in pain and Y/n didn’t have the heart to keep her up even more so she had to sneak in some of her wolf instincts to make her fall sleep.

She drops her shoulders in exhaustion and stand there for a minute.

Everything was slowly getting hard and unbearable.

She didn’t know what to do. She felt like she was drowning, slowly, painfully and no one is there to save her, to get her out of that deep ocean.

“Y-Y/n.”

She’s brought back to her sense from a shaking voice from her side and she turns to look at the culprit.

She instantly frowns at the sight before her.

“Taehyung?”

Jimin jerks up from his bed again the same night, sweat coating him like usual.

He racks a hand through his hair and immediately hangs his legs out of the bed, going to check on the female who would not let him breath for a single second.

He saw it again, the same dream he had the other night.

Every details was the same, however this time, a hunched figure of a wolf bared his sharp teeth at them, it’s mouth dripping with red crimson blood.

He knew that figure, so well that even his bones screamed at him to cradle his mate closer to his chest to protect her from those dark intentions of many.

The light grey fur he was so used to seeing, he even knew how many hair that wolf had in his body by all the time he had spend with him.

This makes him fasten his pace even more, his legs literally running towards the door.

He release a sigh of relief the moment his eyes lands on the door and his wolf stretch his lower body over his front paws to ready himself to pounce at anyone who dare touch his mate.

Jimin place a hand on the door and lightens his ears to catch that one heart beat that sync with his and his only, or that softly inhaled breath that always made his own breath hitch in his throats.

He waits a second and another second, but to no avail, he hears nothing.

Horror immediately drowns on him, his face turning terrified.

He can’t hear anything, nor feel her presence.

She’s not inside.

He gasps, the air lumping in his air pipe and making it hard for him to breath.

The oxygen fogs up his mind, fear and horror taking over each part of his brain and like a mad man, he turns the corner, his shaking and unsteady figure lost as his brain only screamed one mission.

'Y/n Y/n.’

She is not in her room.

It’s past midnight.

This house is almost haunted and is located in between a thick forest.

Where the fuck is she?

“I’ll be better if you enter your rooms early. There are things here that are stronger than werewolves.” Her once spoken words echo in his mind and his mind lost all the control he had over it.

“No no no… Y/n… where are you?” He whispers, his legs stumbling in the open-air yet he continues his pace.

He lightens his sense, closing his eyes, he inhales a deep breath, searching for the scent that felt like home to him.

His wolf instantly perks up and growls out when he picks up the almost fading scent, the scent that only belongs to Y/n.

He twists around and sprint towards and up the stairs that led him to the second floor.

As he got closer, the scent got stronger and he finally picked up the heartbeat he was so mindlessly searching for.

He comes to a stumbling halt in the hallway and his eyes lands on the only two doors that were born there.

The one-room that belongs to Taehyung and the other room belongs to Vi.

His fist clenches tightly.

'No fucking way.’

Anger suddenly seeps from every pore of his body, the thought of his mate inside Taehyung’s, his oh so loyal friend room alone leaves him irritated and pissed.

His heavy steps walk towards the door, but he gets confused when he doesn’t feel her warmth even closed to his door, let alone inside his room.

He stares at the door in confusion as he walks past it.

'She’s not inside.’ A sigh of relief dare escapes his lips.

And now that only leaves Vi’s room.

He steps up to the door and without single care that other people were currently sleeping, his fist pounds harshly against the door.

Hair a mess, like the condition of his heart, he continues to pounds on the door.

He only stops when the door finally swings open and he only waits for a mere second to see that irritated expression on his mate’s face before he launches forward and engulf her in a tight bear hug.

Relief passes through him instantly when he finally pressed her warmth against him.

“Oh Thank goddess, you’re fine.” Jimin mumbles, stuffing his nose in her hair and inhaling a deep breath.

The female stays shocked, bewildered by the situation as she’s practically flushed to the male.

“Where were you?” He suddenly pulls away, grabbing both her shoulders as he sternly looks at her. “I was worried sick.”

His voice raises even more as he talked and she immediately shushes him. “What is wrong with you? Vi’s sleeping.”

Jimin releases a breath and racks a hand through his messy hair. “You were not in your room. You fucking scared me there.”

Y/n stares at him, annoyance flashing in her eyes but she stays silent, simply because the look in his eyes match the expression on his face.

As he said, he was worried and his eyes scream the same.

He places a hand on his hip before passing her a glance. She stares back at him silently and it wasn’t late when he pulled her in a hug again, only this time, it was gentle.

Y/n purse her lips, hands curling around his shirt as she freely let him squeeze her into himself.

She didn’t know what was happening. He was suddenly so clingy.

He had been for days. Constantly asking where she was, what she was doing and even to the point to who she was with?

Of course, these questions left her annoyed, but even she knew how it felt like to not have a single clue as to where your mate was and if they were safe.

However, he displayed his possession openly while she preferred to keep them inside her, only asking Jungkook or Jin and that is even in private.

No matter how much she doesn’t like him, the bond of the mate left even the bravest of the wolves whimpering in their mate’s arms.

“Jimin..” She whispers right next to his ear and regrets it the second moment she feels him shudder against her.

He pulls her even closer and she instantly puts her palms over his chest to pull him away. “Jimin… I’m alright.”

She whispers again but he doesn’t let her, squeezing her even further if it was possible.

“Jimin, I said I’m alright.” She forcefully jerks away from him, her brows furrowed as she stares at him firmly.

Jimin, for what she never expected, actually shrinks away from her gaze, his head dropping to the floor.

Y/n’s eyes widen and a pang of guilt instantly hits her guts at his state.

Her eyes soften at the sight of his dropped and defeated shoulders, and her fingers twitch as her wolf whimpers for her to provide comfort to her mate.

“I’m here and I’m fine.” She speaks, watching as his head perks up lightly at her words so she continues. “I was watching over Vi since she couldn’t sleep. I was about to go back to my room.”

Jimin links his eyes with her and Y/n just wanted nothing more than to look away.

She simply could not stand there and watch her mate, who she always saw as a man full of mischief, be in such a vulnerable state.

He blinks, his plump lips parting in relief and content that she was nowhere but inside the safe four walls of her home.

He nods slightly, gulping down the lump that has formed in his throats.

If he could, he would have asked her permission if he could watch over her while she slept as well, just like how she has been doing to Vi, but even he knew where his boundaries end.

He knew she won’t like that and because of that, he asks her anyways to put her off.

The aura around them needed to change and teasing her right now is the only way.

“Go to your room, I’ll watch over you while you sleep.” He clears his throats and tries to makes his voice appear heavy but all that comes out a whisper.

Y/n stares at him blank as if knowing well what he was up to.

“Go to your room, Jimin.” She shakes her head but a small smile appears in her lips at his attempt to cheer the atmosphere up.

Jimin purses his lips, trying hard as to not break into a smile himself as he watches her turn and slowly close the door of Vi’s room behind her.

She turns around again and directs him with her hand towards the hallway and he imitates all her actions, reminding her that he was the male between them.

Y/n rolls her eyes and turn around to leave the hallways, a now smiling Jimin trailing behind her.

Well… that was all sudden and changing.

And in all these moments and silence, both of them missed the lingering figure hidden away in the other darkroom in the hall before the door shut close.

Jungkook rests himself next to his fellow alpha, smiling in greet when the male turns to him.

“Are you bored or are you just bored?” The little one questions, swinging his leg in unison with the elder male.

The male next to him scoffs, pretending to be offended. “I am always bored here.”

Jungkook tilts his head to him, raising a brow as he smiles playfully at the elder. “Believe it or not Hyung, we all know you love being here. Especially close to Y/n.”

The male purse his lips to hide any emotion that passes his face at the mention of his mate and instead, works on rolling his eyes. “Who knew I’ll be such an open book when it comes to her.”

Jungkook chuckles, nodding his head as his eyes wrinkles adorably from the corners of his eyes.

If he weren’t born in the family of the greatest of alpha’s, his other choice would probably have been in a bunnies hut.

I mean, the man looks just like a copy of a rabbit.

“You might be forgetting even King Kang ripped his heart out of his chest at the wish of his lawful mate. He was what you call the definition of whipped.” Jungkook recalls the great old story they all have heard since young and fragile and Jimin smiles lightly at the thought of himself ripping his own heart out of his ribcage at the wish of Y/n.

Will he do that? He’s not quite sure at the moment.

“Hyung.” Jungkook’s voice breaks him out of his thoughts and Jimin instantly notices the seriousness that lingers in his voice now.

He hums, turning his head to the youngest to give him the attention he seeks for.

“Y/n is… right in many of her reasons. What I did not expect from you was the worse approach you did towards her in the beginning. She’s really smart. She would have understood your reasons if you told them to her.”

Jimin listens, eyes not blinking as he remembers all the moment from the start. The horror that filled her pretty gaze the moment she lifted her gaze to meet his for the first time till the moment she ran off, thinking she’ll be safe if she’s away from him.

The female just needed freedom, the right to decided for herself. And that is what Jimin did not want her to do.

He was her mate and the alpha at that. He wanted her near him, not away from him.

“I fully understand what you were expecting, Gguk. But life turned upside down for me too when she ran off. At the moment, I just decided that was the best approach.”

An amused laugh leaves the younger’s lips and Jimin turns to see him shaking his head in disbelief. “No Hyung. That was not the case, that was never the case. You knew you’ll have her in your possession. You just wanted revenge. Don’t name the filth inside you for Hoseok Hyung the hatred you have for her freedom.” His words were quite harsh, spat even as his brows furrow in an angry arch.

Jimin watches in amusement at the scene, his cheeks swallowing up in a smile he was trying hard to control.

Did he appear selfish at the moment? Yes. But did the words spat by the younger hurt him? Yes. Definitely.

Jimin tries to pray the situation off, rolling his now dropping shoulders up to appear unbothered. “You know nothing, Ggu–”

“I know everything.” Jungkook cuts him off immediately, causing the elder to bit his lips. “What is wrong with us? We were not like this. We were never like this, from the beginning. You even turned your back on Tae Hyung. Had a fight in the middle of the forest with Hobi Hyung when no one knew. Do you realize how upset Y/n will get after finding that out? She’ll dislike you even more.”

Jimin stays silence and calm, hearing the words of the younger buzzing his ears.

He can speak up, he can defend himself. But he can’t.

He always appeared like he had prepared every answer and every solution to each question and matter, but in reality, he was speechless.

He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what to do to.

He was completely and blindly lost.

No matter how much he tried denying all the words that left Jungkook’s lips in the past days, hearing them out felt like he was being hit by heavy bricks.

Cause for all Jungkook said and Jimin heard, they were all true.

But he had his reasons too. He was doing this for a reason and he won’t stop till he reaches the peak of his satisfaction.

“Taehyung has been getting too close to her lately.” Is the thing he whispers and Jungkook almost scoffs at his response.

After all, this is what Jimin always does, avoiding matters at hand.

“And you’re jealous.” Jungkook muses, going with the flow as he knew well how the elder was.

“Of course I am. She’s my mate.” Jimin admits without a single hesitation, like her being his mate was a big pride for him.

It was actually, a lot.

“You should sacrifice some, Hyung. Taehyung gave you something precious of him too. That’s some you can do for him in gratitude.” Jungkook mocks, head-bopping.

Jimin makes a face at his statement. “Where are they now?”

“They are baking. I don’t know how Hyung peruse her to do that. For all I have noticed, Y/n is quite hesitant towards him.” Jungkook informs, perking his lips out as he continues to swing his legs back and forth.

Jimin furrows his brows as a frown took over his lips.

'He just had to take that chance. Whatever she’s alone.’

“What you say, Hyung?” He turns his attention to the younger who’s eyes shined brightly in mischief. “Should we recall some memories?”

“Oh no.” Jimin twitches an eye as he picks up at what the younger was trying to say. “We are not doing that. At least not here.”

“Oh yes, we are.” Jungkook grins evilly, rubbing his hands together.

Y/n flicks the towel on her wet hair, body smelling fresh from the shower and skin shining from the thin sheet of droplets that still stick flushed against her.

She ambles towards the kitchen, her mind thankfully clicking the reminder in time to take the cookies out of the fridge that she had baked with Taehyung.

Yes, unbelievable. But she managed to get him to do some work other than him just staring at her.

Though no talk was made between them, Y/n was glad that he dropped the dark aura around him and she, for the first time, felt normal in his presence.

She enters the living room and walks towards the kitchen door while hanging the towel she used in one of the couch’s head.

Her eyes land naturally on the floor as her hand raise to open the sliding door but she immediately does a double-take at what greets her back.

Small little brown coloured crumbles lay on the floor, some lying flat while others dropped dead over one another.

Her brows furrow in confusion at the small sweet mess before her and before she could bend down to push away her confusion, she’s halted when her wolf ears pick up the small voices coming from inside the kitchen.

Her eyes flick up at the door and realization suddenly drowns on her. She instantly straightens her back and slides open the door.

She’s greeted with darkness and the whispers she has been hearing immediately comes to a halt.

Her hand raise towards the light switch and she turns it on the moment she feels the object in her fingertips, and what greets her in the light makes her mouth drops low to the ground.

Expecting to find Vi and Mira sneaking in to get some snacks from the fridge like this usually do, she’s left bewildered and shocked when she finds two grown males inside.

Two grown-ass males who were currently crouched down in front of an open fridge with their cheeks puffed from the cookies she made with Taehyung.

Their eyes stayed wide as if getting caused by their mother after doing something they were strictly told not to do.

Well.. this case was almost the same.

“Jungkook.” She yells in disbelief, a hand coming to rest on her hip as she stares hard at both the males.

“It was his idea.” The called male points his chocolate-coated finger at the second male with him, turning his back at the situation.

“Excuse me. This was your fucking idea.” Jimin turns threateningly at the younger, his cheeks pink and puffed from the sweet mouth-melting meal.

Y/n stares at both of them, her eyes screaming annoyance yet disbelief as she feels another presence entering the room from behind her.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” She heard Taehyung’s heavy voice whisper from behind and she would have long flinched away if she was not so shocked at the scene before her.

“Boys. Kids behaviour. Those took us hours to make.” She seethes out, eyebrow twitching and mouth turned into a scowl.

Jimin plops his butt down at the cold tiled floor, gulping down the cookie he was eating. He holds out a finger at her. “In my defence, the sweet smell of these cookies were driving me crazy and an alpha that I am never asking for anything. They take what they like and that’s what I did. And may I remind you, little wolf, you look ravishing with wet hair.” He grins at the end of his sentence as his sneaky hand trail over to clean them over Jungkook’s white shirt.

Y/n stares dead at them, not caring as Jungkook growls out at the sudden act of his Hyung. He stares down at his shirt, his hands shaking as he clutches his shirt like it was his mate.

“My shirt.” He cries out. And normally, the female would have calm his extra instincts down and offer a wash but at this moment, all she can remember are the sweat that fell from her forehead as she worked her way with the cookies.

“You piece of shi–” She halts herself before a colourful word could escape her lips.

Instead, she shut her eyes close, hand fisting as she takes a deep breath to push away the bubbling anger that was boiling inside her. “Patience Y/n, patience.”

She opens her eyes, finding both the sitting male and maybe even the third one behind her staring at her in amusement, endeared at how she worked her way out of the anger.

“No dinner for both of you.” She states stern and both the sitting male mouths fall into a pout.

“What–”

“No way, no dinner–”

She buzzed their complaints by turning around and pushing past Taehyung leaning figure behind her and out of the kitchen.

'It’s what they deserve.’

Jimin puts on the black jacket over his shoulders, filling in one of the sleeves, he adjusts the thick cover on his body to keep himself warm.

Mr Jung stood on his side, actions imitating the younger male as they prepare themselves to leave for the cold.

Y/n walks over to her mother who stood in one corner of the room, her eyes watching the two males.

“Where are they leaving?” Y/n questions cluelessly to her mother.

Her old woman sighs. “They are leaving to the mountains, to Jimin’s pack. His father was attacked by some locals and he’s not feeling well.”

The young female’s eyes snap up towards Jimin instantly, them softening in concern the moment she saw the heaviness in his eyes.

They look sad, exhausted even. His shoulders were dropped, clearly showing his disturbance over the situation.

She could also feel him. He was mourning.

Y/n turn to look back to her mother. “Mama, are you sure he’s just not feeling well. I can feel the storm inside him.”

Not noticing her slip up soon, her eyes almost pop out of their socket when she finally realizes her mistake.

Feel the storm inside him? Only a mate can feel his or her companions feelings.

Yes, they were each other’s mate but her parents didn’t know that.

They only knew that they were in a relationship. Thanks to Jimin himself.

Mrs Jung does not react much to her daughter’s mistake and nods away. “He is not..” Her words were just a whisper and it lits a fire of worry inside her daughter.

“Mama, what’s the matter? You’re not telling me something.” Y/n asks again, her brows furrowed.

'Or maybe everything.’

“The locals were hunters. They have been searching for Mr Park for a while. And once they finally did, they dragged him to the path of his death.”

The ground beneath Y/n crumbles away and she gulps. “Is he….”

“No, my child. He’s not dead….yet. He had wished to see his son. And I’m afraid, let the dead deaf at my words, if he did die then Jimin has to take over after his father.”

'Take over…’

“But he’s too young, mama.” She states in disbelief.

“He is. But his father also sat over the throne at a young age. And after all, Isn’t that what Jimin’s been preparing for?”

Y/n sighs in defeat. “He has been, with a passion that is.”

“And he has Hoseok in his side.” Her mother reminds, eyes still stuck to the males ahead of her.

Y/n almost flinch at her words, her mind remembering all the heated glares and bickers both her brother and her mate has thrown at each other. “Mama, if you haven’t noticed yet but these two don’t get along well.”

Her mother nods, her expression looking like she was fully aware. “Jimin has to. Hoseok is his beta and he needs him.”

Need?

That’s right. An alpha can never rule properly without beta and a mate.

“A mate can also provide much comfort. Even if he’s too young. He has to find his mate. Only she can keep the two separate.” Her mother speaks her mind and Y/n keeps on getting small behind him.

A mate, huh? If only she knew that her daughter is his mate.

Mrs Jung suddenly turns to face her daughter and her soft hand raise to rest over her cheek.

“I’m so sorry, my child. But you had to prepare yourself to separate. I’m sure you had this gone through when you two got together. Its time he tends to his mate.” Her mother’s sad eyes eat away all the hope inside Y/n and she was so tempted to just say it that she was indeed Jimin’s mate and that she didn’t have to be so sad for her daughter.

But all Y/n does is nod, even though she has thought out away, even before that.

She just couldn’t say it. She couldn’t.

The situation at hand was confusing.

Hoseok and Jimin had something going on between them. Taehyung was hiding something. All of them were hiding something.

The hidden glances were thrown her way confuse her. The door that has been locked for years has decided to open again and is still mysteriously opening. Vi started to sleepwalk again. Mira’s key was still lost.

All these happenings and actions drove her to the edge.

She was confused and wanted answers. But there was no one there to answer her.

She knew if she asks them, they will twist the answers and convert all of them in more hidden questions who’s answers were in the dark, lost themselves.

She glances up at Jimin and Jimin’s eyes instantly link with hers.

Right away, both break the contact and Jimin turn to slowly skip out of the door.

Just as that, Y/n also turns to walk away.

He’s leaving.

“I’m sorry.” She speaks inside her head.

And then, he answers.

“It’s okay, Y/n..”

And for the first time, he calls her by her name.

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Kim Seokjin: Simile

Dressed in his best suit Seokjin entered the classroom. It was a parent-teacher interview and he was seeing you, Jungkook’s English teacher. He heard from Jungkook that you were weird-looking, all lumpy sweaters, long skirts, messy buns and big bottle-shaped glasses. Squeezing his tall frame into the desk he looked to the front of the class where you told all the children about what and how you teach their children. He thought Jungkook must have been so totally wrong to think you looked like that. You were stunning. Seokjin was almost glad for your baggy sweaters and long skirts, every now and then he saw the ghost of your figure hiding underneath. After that, you went around and discussed quietly with all the parents how each student was individually in class.

You got to him last after some major side-eyeing, I mean he was seriously handsome and you were dreading getting any closer. But everyone else had gone. “Mister Kim was it?” You asked and he held out the name tag each parent wore. “Your son is brilliant and very good at most things but he is a little bit of a prankster. And I don’t think he is applying himself seriously. I mean I asked them to write about their weekend and to include a simile and a metaphor and he only wrote one sentence. This weekend I saw a girl named Simile, but I don’t know what I metaphor (met her for*)” Seokjin started laughing. The sound was so high pitched and you felt yourself blushing.

Jin was proud.

Min Yoongi: Lookalike @anoesjkaax

Walking through the music store he saw you, dressed super cute at one of two registers. He liked that your short dark hair was in a half-up style and atop your cute little nose were a pair of black circular sunglasses. You looked cute sitting next to another young girl who was talking animatedly about her weekend. He was strolling through the aisles and was a little weirded out for a music store. It was so quiet.

“Hey, can I help you?” You asked he shook his head

“No, I am just looking?” Your coworker was quick to jump right back into her storytelling. He came back every day for a week trying to find something that piqued his interest. He learnt that every day you weren’t there the music was unbearably loud. But when it was silent you were sitting at the counter. Talking animatedly with your coworkers and customers. He had spoken a few words to you every time he came in asking where he could find certain genres and you would smile and gesture to certain parts of the store. He finally found something he thought he might like.

“Hi, just this one?” He smiled nervously hoping he didn’t seem weird for being in there all the time. He had made sure to style his hair and was wearing his nicest pair of jeans and hoodie.

“Hey have I seen you somewhere before, or do you have a lookalike” You smiled up at him causing his cheeks to grow pink if you noticed you didn’t point it out. Your coworker laughed saying that it was a terrible pickup line. He seemed to freak out some more when your coworker left you two alone going to fetch the cd. Paying with a card as you were at an EFTPOS only register. “Tell me what is that cologne you are wearing?”

“Uh can’t remember the name I got it as a gift”

“It smells like patchouli and really woodsy while still being fresh” an old man sighed

“I just want to buy this cd why aren’t you serving me? There are two registers, maybe if you weren’t sunglasses inside you would know I was waiting”

“My apologies sir, I only work the EFTPOS register as I can’t count money quick and accurately enough without a few minutes. And I promise you even if I weren’t wearing these sunglasses I still wouldn’t be able to see you as I am blind” pulling off your glasses to reveal your cloudy eyes. Yoongi laughed in relief this whole time he tried to look cool but you didn’t even care.

Jung Hoseok: Fun

“Come on, it will be fun”

“Hobi I don’t want to go on a group date it’s not my scene” he was trying to convince you to come out tonight to meet some guys because you apparently needed to get out more. But after arguing on the phone you gave in. Getting dressed, styling your hair and getting out of your casual clothes and searching in the back of your wardrobe finding a beautiful red dress and black heels. You put on makeup, something you only did for weddings. Arriving at the restaurant everyone was ordering chicken and beer.

Hoseok was late; he probably wanted to force you to talk with some of the guys before he got there, knowing you would only talk to him if he showed up early. Getting to know the guys you were drinking pretty well. They began a drinking game and you lost, they handed you a tall glass of beer but as you went to grab it a hand snatched it away you looked up to see Hoseok standing above you drinking the whole cup. He placed the glass down, grabbed you by the wrist and led you away.

“Hey what’s going on, why are we leaving you said I had to get out more” You whined getting annoyed from being dragged around you ripped your arm from his grip and stopped “I don’t understand”

“I didn’t mean like this, do you know how freaking amazing you look right now” He turned to face you he was towering over you even though you were in heels.

“What is your problem this was your suggestion”

“My problem is this” He kissed you full on the mouth pressing you against the wall, his hands in your hair.

Kim Namjoon: Good

With a hand over your heart, you took a few steps into the warehouse. His nickname was the monster and from the stories you had heard, it was a fitting title. He had a nasty habit of killing people, but that was literally his job so what did you expect? You were hiring a hitman, you had the money in a bag and you had no remorse. Walking into the warehouse you were led to an office upstairs by some of his henchmen, they patted you down looking for weapons and opened your bag to see the money before sending you up.

Namjoon leaned forward in his seat, he knew he was meeting with a woman who was asking him to do a job but he didn’t expect someone so… Colourful. You had a sky blue dress and you looked absolutely stunning. Like the daughter of some rich suburban father. You didn’t look like you had seen any struggles.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“I would like you to kill someone for me” You gestured to the bag his henchmen took it and began counting out stacks. Before nodding to him to say it appeared all there.

“Tell me why would a nice young lady like you, come to a guy like me?”

“Look I just want the job done?” You hissed, “Can you do it?”

“Of course there ain’t no one better?” He smiled “Who is the unlucky fellow?”

You handed him an image and he sat up straighter confused. “Do you have a twin?”

“No.” You said “I am paying you to kill me, it’s your job to get it over with. I paid”

He pulled out a firearm from the top draw of his desk and cocked it aiming directly at you, he walked over to you watching you watch him. You were tense, eyes glassy, lip trembling. He frowned you looked so helpless and he hated seeing you scared. Pressing the gun under your chin, pushing your head up and kissing you slowly. “Sweetheart why would I kill someone who tastes so good”

Park Jimin: Chance

What are the odds that two babies were born in two adjacent rooms in a hospital? Those two children went to the same daycare. That they were friends in primary school and enemies in High school. That their desks were right beside one another. That they both applied for the same university. She wanted to study music and he wanted to study dance. That they both got approved to live in the same apartment. What is the possibility that during their time in university they never once addressed their growing love and desire for one another? The day they went their separate ways felt like the whole world was crumbling down around them. With their careers taking off they never thought they would meet again.

You were the music producer for an upcoming performance. It was going to be huge. And after a year of making show-stopping numbers, you were coming to see how it was going. Working beside the conductor explaining how each piece should feel. “This one should be like your running out of time; it's about not wanting to lose the one you love and being desperate to hold on. So the violins will run fast, getting faster and faster until they falter it falls silent and then it picks up on the cello, deep and rising bringing all the instruments back.”

“Hey, that was perfect, do you think you can do it again but this time with the ribbon in your hand. You are supposed to be clinging on to love here and that’s the symbol”

You watched the dancer and smiled, they weren’t facing the audience so you couldn’t tell much about them but they moved so elegantly and familiarly. Leaning back you headed over to the choreographer Hoseok who smiled.

“Everyone meet the music producer for the show, we have to make her proud because it is such a beautiful score.” Your eyes met and you couldn’t help his name slipping past your lips and he couldn’t stop his feet from striding forwards until you were in his arms. You went in for a hug but were surprised by his lips on yours. He held your face sweetly in his hands and moaned ever so softly into your mouth. “Jimin what are you doing, I am sorry about him he is a little flirtatious, he is sorry”

Hoseok had tried to pull Jimin away and you grinned at Jimin’s love-struck face, rushing forward to pull him into a kiss of your own. What are the chances the two of you fell madly in love? That you got married. That you had children and grandchildren and lived happy long lives.

Kim Taehyung: Pyjamas

Your roommate was holding a house party, you weren’t particularly fussed with the festivities preferring to lock yourself in your room. There had been multiple attempts at your door by drunk couples but you called them through the door to leave. The problem was, you were getting hungry. Sliding out of your room making sure to lock the door behind you, you didn’t want to return to horny young adults going at it on your clean sheets. Walking through the party you dodged people until you arrived at the kitchen.

Everything had been raided from the fridge. About to complain you saw a young man looking bored. He was super handsome, you ordered pizza-making specific requirements to deliver it to your bedroom window. Sending through an exact map of how to get to it from the driveway. The handsome man was cornered by a girl who brought him a drink, he looked super uncomfortable and after she had turned away he tipped it down the sink. He politely tried to refuse her and you laughed walking over. She eventually left him alone when her favourite song came on.

“Hey you look miserable” you laughed “You look really comfortable for a party”

“Thanks, these are my pyjamas, I am not at this party, I am just the roommate, I have been hiding in my room, I came out to get something to eat but everything is gone so I ordered pizza,” You said still trying to search for any of your hidden snacks. “You look like you're pretty popular with the girls, is that why you come to parties?”

“No, My friends they drag me here” he sighed

“You want to eat pizza with me, it will be quieter and I got a small tv we could probably watch a movie until the party is over” He nodded following you and as you stepped into the room together he hummed.

“You wouldn’t have a spare set of pyjamas, someone spilt beer on my pants earlier and it smells really bad?”

Jeon Jungkook: Astronaut

“Jungkook, I got to take your daily observations, come on” he sighed, following you to the tiny infirmary he sat on the seat and you took his blood pressure, his heart rate, respiration rate, the oxygen levels temp and more. He removed his shirt and you paused staring at his chest raising the stethoscope.

“How are you feeling?”

“Good”

“Is Everything going well with sleeping, eating, toileting and emotionally and mentally?”

“Yes, yes, yes, no and no”

“What’s up?” You listened to his breathing up and down his back and then his chest.

“It’s lonely up here but I am just really frustrated and there is nowhere to vent you know?”

“You can vent to me,” you said and he choked and you heard his heart skip a beat. Noticing his bright red ears it clicked “oh you mean to vent, vent gotcha, okay well I mean do you need help?”

“Y/n!’

“I meant we could request a facetime call with like a stripper or something maybe in their next supplies they can send up a toy or something, why does it feel like I have walked in on you masturbating but I am like your mother”

“Oh god don’t say that, you're making it weird, now I really can’t vent”

“I’m sorry how can I help, I know it’s a little unorthodox but I did part of my internship at a sperm bank, I can help you if you need, it would be one hundred percent a medical procedure it would mean nothing and it would release some happy endorphins”

“What if I want it to mean something” you paused for a second before kissing him without a care.

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maidenof-thesea · 4 years

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Snakes & Butterflies | Part VI

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Soulmate Au!, Fluff, Angst, Smut (Maybe, still debating)

Words: 2.9

Warning: minor swearing

Note: Part 6 is finally here!! I just finished last night, and I was debating in what direction I wanted to go with this story and I think I finally found a flow. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged so that you guys can be notified right away when I post. I would do a calendar but life is always hectic even when you try to stick to the schedule. Hope you enjoy and I hope you guys are having an amazing week so far. Lots of love <3

Reminder: * conversations in Korean *

The boys, minus Jungkook, who went out for a run, slept the day away while Rosa and I worked on cleaning the kitchen and living room. It was already well past noon, they must have been really jet lagged. In spite of that, Jin apparently had done a lot more than wash the dishes last night.

“Did you clean?” Rosa asked, her voice thick with confusion.

“No,” I said, shrugging. It wasn’t exactly a lie but I would have to talk to Jin later so that Rosa wouldn’t notice. “Um they should have some laundry if you want to get started on that?”

“No it won’t be enough for a full load,” She replied, rubbing her hair out of her face. “Should I help you set up for tonight?”

“No, that's okay,” I replied, handing her her jacket. “You can go home for today.”

“I feel like I didn’t do much..”

“That’s okay, Rosa,” I said smiling as I walked her to her car. “We have a whole two months to go.”

“Okay then,” she said as she got on to her car. “See you next time!”

I waved and as she pulled out, Jungkook was approaching the house in a slow jog. He waved at Rosa who waved back enthusiastically. She liked Jungkook a lot. And like my mother she referred to him as a bunny, much to his delight. I wait for him to come up to the porch and I hand him a water bottle from a pack we had stored near the front door since we were both too lazy to take it all the way into the house.

“Thanks Noona,” he said, opening the bottle and taking a chug of water. “So you know that cop that lives down the road?”

“Yea, Mr. Chang” I replied as I sat down on the patio chair. “Did you tell him about last night?”

“Yea,” he said as he sat next to me untying his shoes. “I figured since he’s also the head of the neighborhood watch, I should report it to him.”

“What did he say?” I asked already knowing the answer.

“The works,” Jungkook sighs. “‘We’ll keep an eye, but technically no laws were broken and we can’t prove they were stalking us blah blah,’”

“Don’t worry, Kookie,” I said pointing to the camera. “I won’t let any of those crazy beach girls touch you.”

“Noona,” Jungkook said with a slight blush but his tone was also stern. “This isn’t a joke, this is serious.”

“Kookie-”

“He’s right Y/N,” a voice said and as I turned around Taehyung was leaning against the front door. His hair was tied back into a man bun and his face looked freshly washed and dewy. I should ask for his skincare routine. “You could have a stalker.”

“Doubt it,” I said with a small smile. I spent my whole life hiding on the sidelines. I made sure to blend in so that no one noticed me. “I appreciate the concern but trust me no one would want to stalk me, I’m no one. Most likely it was not-”

“Why would you say that?” Taehyung interrupts with a hint of annoyance. “You’re precious to someone, you should value yourself more.”

“Hyung,” Jungkook interjected his tone pleading. “Let’s go eat some breakfast hmm?” He began to push Taehyung inside. He smiled sheepishly at me in apology and they both went in leaving me confused outside.

You’re precious to someone

No one has ever said that to me. It was another first. I didn’t know how it made me feel, but I couldn’t help the tears that began to burn in my eyes. I had been crying too much lately. Yuki then made her way outside almost as if she sensed my turmoil and she nudged her way into my lap.

“I guess you find me precious right baby?” I said smiling, wiping my tears. I began to pet her and she immediately purred and stretched her legs. “That’s already two times someone has called me out on my bull huh?”

“What bull?” Yoongi said joining me on the porch, making me jump in surprise. Yuki then hissed and ran off. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you or your cat.”

“That’s okay,” I said, accepting a cup of coffee that he handed me. “Thank you.”

He sat down and started to drink his coffee. I sat looking down at the coffee, letting it warm up my hands and I couldn’t help but feel a bit touched. From what I can remember Jungkook telling me about him, Yoongi seemed a little rough around the edges but he really was a softball, especially around Hoseok.

“Where’s Hoseok?” I asked, bringing the cup to my lips.

“In the shower,” He replied. “You can call him Hobi, he likes that better, Hoseok feels too serious to him.”

“Oh okay,” I replied and once again it was silent.

“What bull were you talking about?” He says with a hint of curiosity.

“Oh,” I said, rubbing the back of my head. “Nothing really, just something I’m working out.”

“Oh,” he replied, almost dejected, which made me feel a bit bad. “Well you can always talk to me you know?”

“Oh,” I said once more, feeling a bit touched again. “I didn’t expect you guys to be so caring towards me..”

“Well,” Yoongi said smiling and ruffling my hair. “Must be because you’re cute.”

“Stop,” I pouted and he only laughed and pinched my cheek. Heat spread onto my cheeks and I sat still. For some reason he reminded me of my father, but from what I could remember my father hardly showed any affection towards me. “Yoongi…can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” He said, re positioning himself so that he faced me fully. “What’s up?”

“Before Hos- I mean Hobi-and you met..” I said not meeting his eyes. “Was there ever a time that you may have thought you would never meet? Or did you guys meet each other when you were young?”

“We met when we were young,” Yoongi replied with a small smile. “I struggled a lot with coming to terms with the fact that my soulmate was a man as well, you see my parents weren’t the most supportive in the beginning..”

“Oh,” I said nodding in understanding. A part of me can sympathize with him in that aspect. “How-”

“Did I overcome that?” Yoongi finished for me. “Hobi. He was always patient and he was always there for me even when I wouldn’t accept it at first. It was hard for him too.”

So his Soulmate helped him value himself more.

“Why do you ask?” Yoongi questioned and when I glanced at him, I had his full attention. “Trouble in paradise?”

“Not really,” I replied with a shrug. “Just trying to figure out how to value and love myself more.”

“Self-love is important,” He said nodding. “Self value, however, is more behavioral than emotional. You can ask Joon since he’s more philosophical than me but I know that much..”

“Hyung,” A deep raspy voice said from the porch causing both me and Yoongi to jump in surprise. Jimin stood at the door with the sweater I was wearing last night on. He regarded us with unreadable eyes. “Hobi-hyung is looking for you.”

Yoongi then patted my clasped hands and smiled at me and got up to leave. Jimin stood there for a bit staring at the spot next to me. He took one step and I bolted right up. I grabbed Jungkook’s forgotten shoes and made my way inside, leaving Jimin to stand there alone. For some reason, I felt a sense of shame creep up on me, as if I was caught doing something I wasn’t supposed to be doing.

I placed Jungkook’s shoes in the shoe rack and made my way into the kitchen to wash my now empty cup. Once I was in the kitchen, Jin was already at the stove frying himself an egg and Jungkook and Taehyung were playing Xbox while Namjoon had AirPods on and was reading something on his phone. Yoongi and Hobi were nowhere to be seen, they must be upstairs.

“Oh,” Namjoon said, taking his AirPods off once he noticed me preparing to wash the dishes in the now full sink. “Hey so I had a question.”

“Shoot,” I said with a smile, rolling my sleeves up. From my peripheral I could see that Jimin had now entered the kitchen.

“So I remember that we choose the option of tourism when booking our stay here, so does that mean we can go to museums and whatnot?”

“Of course,” I said, opening the dishwasher to start placing clean dishes to dry. “What did you have in mind? I was gonna wait till breakfast was over to ask if you guys were up for any-.”

“Excuse me,” Jimin said as he reached for a cup from the cabinet. The cabinet that happened to be on top of the sink. The sink where I was currently washing dishes. My mind went haywire while my body went completely still. Jimin’s chest was only pressed against my back for only a couple of seconds but it felt like eternity. His breath ruffled the top of my hair, his cologne made my mind go fuzzy. And almost in an instant he was pulling away, already opening the fridge. However I didn’t recover as fast as the encounter lasted.

“I know Jin-hyung wants to take pictures at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art but I was wondering if the Crocker Art Museum is worth the drive…” Namjoon rambled on not really noticing my state.

“Yea,” I agreed with a slight shiver, turning off the faucet and drying off my hands. Once I turned around Jimin was appraising me with a slight smirk, and my breath got caught in my throat. “Nam-Namjoon, we could always go a different day, maybe plan an early drive-”

“Your car isn’t big enough though,” Namjoon said rubbing his head.

“Namjoon, remember we said we would rent a SUV?” Jin interjected and Namjoon’s eyes widened and he nodded. “I believe Hobi already called the place the airport recommended, we just have to go sign the papers and what not.”

“Oh that saves a lot of time,” I said, rubbing my arms and avoiding Jimin’s eyes, that have yet to leave me. “Do you need me to drive you there Namjoon?”

“Hyung, doesn’t drive yet,” Jimin said. “I could go-”

“Wait!” Taehyung said running into the kitchen. “If Jimin’s going I want to go!”

“Where are we going Noona?” Jungkook asked following Taehyung, who slammed a surprised Jimin into a hug.

“Um, I’m not going anywhere yet,” I said quickly walking past the sandwich that Jimin and Taehyung were starting to look like. Taehyung must have been a koala in the past life. “I’m gonna get ready, you can drive them there.”

Jungkook

“Okay!” I said, smirking at Jimin, who seemed a bit annoyed. “What’s the matter hyung?”

Instead of answering, Jimin took a quick glance at y/n who was now being hugged excitedly by Hobi-hyung. Both me and Taehyung rolled our eyes and started to drag him out and a little whine escaped from Jimin. Once Y/N was out of his sight, Jimin almost looked like he snapped out of a trance.

“You okay there hyung?” I asked once more while Taehyung ran ahead to Y/N’s Jeep, calling shotgun, almost as if he was giving Jimin space.

“Why do I still feel drawn to her?” Jimin whispered almost as if he could hardly believe it himself. “I could hardly sleep last night…”

“Well I’m sure the hyungs could help us understand more,” I said rubbing his arm. “Namjoon’s family has the archives that could maybe tell us more but we could only do that if you feel comfortable with us knowing.”

“That’s the only way I’m gonna get answers huh?” Jimin said entering the backseat of the car. When he glanced at Taehyung, he continued once he saw that he had headphones on. “Do you think with time, she’ll remember me more?”

“To be honest, hyung,” I said starting the Jeep. “I find it strange that she can’t remember as well, is that one of the affects of her reje-”

“Okay I got a playlist ready!” Taehyung cheered as he grabbed Y/N’s aux cord. “Let’s go!”

“Let’s go!” I said to Taehyung as I looked at Jimin in the rear view mirror, he seemed to be lost in thought.

Once we arrived at the car rental place, Jimin went in to pay for the rental, mostly because he spoke more English than Taehyung. Jin’s parents were basically the ones paying for everything, it helps that they own the most luxurious restaurant in Seoul. Too bad Jin wants to be a chef instead of managing the restaurant.

“That card has been there since you came to pick us up that day at the airport,” Taehyung muttered looking at the front window. He was right, there was a card. I hadn’t noticed it before. I reached as best as I could to grab it but before I could graze it with my fingers, Jimin grabbed it.

“Who is Lee Minho?” Jimin muttered with a furrow in his brow. I shrugged and so did Taehyung when Jimin looked at him. “That’s a Korean name…”

“Must be someone Noona knows,” Taehyung said, causing Jimin and I to raise our eyebrows. “What?”

“She’s only two months older than you,” Jimin said with an arched brow. “You don’t have to call her that.”

“Wait, you guys have the same birth month?!” Taehyung said in surprise. “And why can Jungkook call her Noona and not me?”

“Trust me,” Jimin sighed. “I don’t like that he does either.”

“She called Jin-hyung ‘Oppa’ yesterday,” Taehyung muttered, crossing his arms.

“She did what?!” Both me and Jimin yelled causing Taehyung to flinch. Me more in disgust while Jimin seemed angry.

“Him and his ‘Oppa’ fetish,” Jimin muttered in annoyance, as he walked towards the large black SUV that an employee drove out. “Then these jerks won’t let me be alone with her.”

“We can still hear you hyung,” I said and I laughed as he flipped me off.

I don’t remember him being this possessive before.

“He reminds me of Hobi,” Taehyung muttered. “They’re so scary, I mean Hobi-hyung has sort of chilled since he claimed Yoongi.”

“Claimed?” I said in confusion.

“Bro,” Taehyung said, rolling his eyes. “You really didn’t pay attention at all in homeschool huh?”

“But that doesn’t make sense,” I said, starting the car and pulling out once I saw Jimin hop into the SUV. “Jimin has already been rejected.”

“Maybe it’s different because Y/N is human,” Taehyung shrugged.

“YOU KNEW?!” I yelled and I almost let go of the brake, causing Jimin to honk at us from behind. “Hyung, how did-”

“Did you think we were born yesterday?” Taehyung said smacking me on the head, even though I was driving. Wait-

“‘WE’?!”

“Yes,” Taehyung said nonchalantly. “We’re just waiting for Jimin to open up to us.”

And for once Taehyung rendered me speechless. So all of them knew. Jimin is gonna lose his mind. The only one who doesn’t know is Y/N herself.

“You know what I don’t understand?” Taehyung said all of a sudden in a serious tone. “Humans don’t possess the ability to reject a Soulmate right? I mean have you ever heard of it before?”

“No I haven’t heard of them evolving that way.” I said, I am somewhat confused by it as well. “There’s been a lot of cases lately, where people’s Marks are being erased.”

“Really?” Taehyung said in surprise. “Huh I wonder…”

“Wouldn’t it be more likely that Neanderthals are rejecting their human Soulmates?” I asked. “I mean do you think Namjoon has heard of more cases from his father?”

“I mean, we can always figure that out later.” Taehyung said, shaking his head. “My concern is for Jimin and Y/N.”

“Right.” I agreed already seeing the cottage in sight.

“We know Jimin thinks Y/N rejected him..” Taehyung drawls.. “But that’s simply impossible, she doesn’t have the ability.”

“What are you saying hyung?”

“I’m saying that your Grandpa is a liar.” Taehyung said, clenching his fists. “I know Jimin, and I don’t think he had the heart to reject her but I can’t help but think-”

“No,” I said clenching the wheel. “Hyung loved her so much.”

“That’s the only thing that makes sense.” Taehyung said with a sigh. We both sat in the car as Jimin hopped off the SUV and started to pet Yuki, who seemed to only have warmed up to him. As he pulled up his sleeves, his broken Mark was like a crack on his skin. Like a reflection of his broken soul.

“We need to get her to remember.” I said with determination. “She has the answers.”

“I don’t mean to be pessimistic,” Taehyung whispered as he got out of the car. “That doesn’t change that the bond between them is broken.”

“I don’t care,” I said, marching my way up the walkway. “They don’t need the bond to know they belong together.”

“But-”

“Besides,” I said. “I don’t think the bond is entirely broken.”

“What do you mean?” Taehyung whispered as we made it to the front door. Jimin and Y/N were both sitting on the couch with Yuki laying across both their laps. “His Mark-”

“It’s like you said,” I whispered. “Jimin is acting possessive because he hasn’t claimed her. He’s not just being jealous and she may not remember him but her body does which is why-”

“What are you guys whispering about?” Jimin asked in English, his face slightly pink.

“Yea,” Y/N said, her face matching Jimin’s. “You guys have been awfully quiet, it’s quite suspicious…”

“It’s nothing Noona,” Taehyung said with his box smile and a wink, causing Y/N to splutter.

“YAH KIM TAEHYUNG!” Jimin yelled in Korean as he chased him around the house. “DON’T CALL HER THAT!”

“Is he gonna kill Taehyung?” Y/N said slightly worried.

“Maybe.” And just then we hear a picture frame fall from somewhere in the house.

“Shit.”

Yep shit is right Noona.

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#jimin #bts #jimin x reader #reader insert #my work #soulmate au #bts soulmate au #soulmate!au #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut #kpop #kpop oneshots

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nightaekookie · 5 years

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BTS Reaction » When you meet them for the first time.

Authors note » Aaah this is my first reaction ever (it was not requested but my request are open!) and i’m kinda new to the fandom and I am trying something new! (Pls give me feedback or something) Just wanna let you know english is not my first language so I’m sorry for grammar mistakes or something! Please let me know what you think? Credit goes to the rightful gif owners :)

Kim Seokjin » Your parents are coming over for dinner last minute so you are stressing out because today normally was your day to eat take out so hadn’t done any groceries and your fridge was empty. So now you have to go grocery shopping but you still don’t know what you want to cook for your parents. You hoped walking in the store would give you some ideas. You grab your keys from the kitchen counter and walk to the store. After a while you decide you are going to cook spaghetti, it was easy and delicious. So now you are walking around the store trying to find the right ingredients. You are so focused on finding the right ingredients you don’t notice the tall stranger standing in the same aisle, doing the exact same thing. You bite your lip while reading something on the back of the tomato sauce package you are holding. You feel something or someone bump into you. You let out a shriek and you drop the tomato sauce package on the ground. The tomato sauce package pops open and there is sauce everywhere “Oh god I-I’m so sorry” you hear a voice apologize. You look in the direction where the voice came from. You make eye contact with the most beautiful man you have ever seen and for a minute you forget how to talk, you realize you’re staring at the man and you start to blush “uhm it’s okay, I’m fine” you smile softly at the man standing in front of you. You realize the sauce is everywhere “oh shoot, look at the mess I made” you mumble shy. The man laughs “well I kind of helped you make that mess didn’t I? Again I am so sorry” he apologizes again “it’s fine” you reassure him with a soft smile “But I probably should find someone and tell them about the mess we made” you laugh “You probably should, but maybe I should join you? Because after all i helped you create this mess ” he smiles cheekily “Uh yeah, sure...” you wait for him to tell you his name “I’m Seokjin” he introduces himself, a beautiful name for a beautiful man “I’m y/n, nice to meet you” you smile. After telling a staffmember about the mess you two made, Seokjin helped you find the right ingredients for the spaghetti, he even gave you some tips on how to make the spaghetti even more delicious.

Min Yoongi » It’s two am, you just finished studying for your midterms. You totally lost track of time while studying and you forgot to eat so you were hungry for some good food, luckily the store near campus is open 24 hrs a day. You walk into the store causing a bell to ring. The man sitting behind the counter looks up from his phone and frowns, he probably isn’t used to people shopping this late. You smile sofly to the man and you make your way to the right aisle. Yoongi needed the money, that’s why he took this stupid boring job, he only worked night shifts. He didn’t mind the night shifts to be honest because there were fewer people doing their groceries and that meant fewer social encounters. He frowned when he saw you walking in the store at this time. He studies your features, you look tired, your hair is in a messy bun and you were wearing sweatpants and a hoodie. But he still thought you looked beautiful. You noticted the boy staring at you and you start to blush, grabbing the things you need quickly. You walk to the counter to pay the stuff. “Rough evening, huh?” the man asks. You look up and you make eye contact with the man. You only realize now how beautiful the man in front of you is. “Uh... I- I’ve been studying for my midterms” you tell the man and he nods “must be stressing you out?” you only nod, being to tired to have a normal conversation. “I’m Yoongi” introduces the man himself “oh uhm my name is y/n” you say, still not breaking eye contact with Yoongi. He shows you the most adorable gummy smile you have ever seen and you can’t help but smile back at him. “I get off in a few hours, do you maybe wanna grab a cup of coffee after my shift ends?” He asks and you nod “I’d like that”

Jung Hoseok » Today was another stressful day at work, your boss keeps yelling at you and pointing out all the things you are doing wrong and it was making you feel nauseous and you were one the verge of crying so you were in desperate need of a break. So when your boss told you to get her a coffee, from the coffee shop she loved so much, you obliged happily. A sigh of relief leaves your lips when you walk out of the building. You start walking towards the coffee shop thinking about how your boss was behaving towards you, you don’t really see what you are doing wrong, you do everything she ask from you and still it’s not enough. You reach the coffee shop and you wait in line to make your order. You are focused on your phone when a loud laugh fills your ears, you look around the shop to see where the sound comes from. You focus on a group of young men sitting in the back of the coffee shop, one man draws your attention, he is smiling bright and he actually looks like a ray of sunshine. You didn’t notice you were staring at the man until you make eye contact, you quickly look away from him and focus back on your phone. You don’t look up from your phone until you order the coffee for your boss. After ordering the coffee you wait patiently, still focusing on your phone. Your name is called and you walk up to the counter to pick up your order. When you turn around to go back to work you bump into someone and you spill all the hot coffee on the ground. A small scream leaves your mouth and you look at the mess on the ground “Oh god, I am so so sorry! Are you okay? Here let me help you” you look up to see the boy you made eye contact with earlier. The boy keeps rambling and apologizing and you just look at him. Tears are forming in your eyes and as soon as he notices he feels even more guilty “oh god please don’t cry” he begs “it’s not your fault, I’m just having a really bad day” you mumble. He whipes your tears away “I’m sorry to hear that, let me make it up to you and buy you a new coffee” he offers and you smile “thank you, that is very sweet of you” you smile weakly “don’t worry about it, it’s the least I can do for you” he smiles brightly “you have a cute smile” you didn’t even realize the words leaving your mouth “oh god I am sorry” you apologize ashamed “well...” “y/n” you say “well y/n I think you look really cute” you blush smiling at the man “I’m Hoseok but you can call me Hobi” he introduces himself with a wink.

Kim Namjoon » You were in desperate need of a new book to read. All the books you owned were old and most of them you already read twice or more. You walk in to your local bookstore, you greet the woman behind the counter, she just smiles at you. You walk to the aisle where they keep the crime/thriller books, your favourite genre. You notice a tall man standing in the same aisle but you don’t really pay much attention to him. You are focused on reading the back of a book that seems interesting when you hear a loud noise followed by a curse. You look to your right to see what happened. One of the bookshelves broke down and all the books that were standing on that shelf fell down. The man looks embarrassed as he starts picking up the books that lay on the floor, you decide to help the man. You kneel beside the man and you start picking up different books “thank you” says the handsome stranger, you just smile at him. You want to pick up the last book but so does the man, so instead of the book you touch his fingers, he quickly moves his hand away and you pick up the last remaining book. You get up again but so does the man, causing your heads to bump into each other and a painful growl leaves your mouth. “Oh god I am so sorry” he apologizes quickly “it’s okay, I’m fine. Are you okay?” You ask the man. He nods “I am, I just get so clumsy sometimes” he explains with a shy smile “Yeah I noticed” you giggle. “I’m y/n” you introduce yourself “I’m Namjoon” he smiles. “Maybe I could buy you dinner? To apologize for my clumsy behaviour” he ask nervously. “I told you I’m fine, but how can I say no to you buying me dinner” you say cheekily and Namjoon laughs.

Park Jimin » It is two o’clock in the morning and you are still practicing your dance choreography. You are getting more and more frustrated by the second. There is this particular dance move and you just couldn’t get the hang of it. It’s making you want to cry. After many attempts and many failures you decide you need to take a break. You lay down on the ground and a frustrated sigh leaves your mouth and you close your eyes for just a few seconds. A few seconds turn into fifteen minutes but a loud noise wakes you up, you look around but you there is no one here. You stand up again and you start practicing again. You are so focused on getting the choreography right you don’t even notice the tears coming out of your eyes. After your fifth attempt and also your fifth failure you just let out a loud scream and you start crying. You look in the big mirror in front of you and you stop crying when you notice someone standing in the doorway, you quickly turn around and he smiles at you. “Please leave me alone” you mumble to the stranger “I heard you scream and I just wanted to check if you are okay” he tells you shyly “well I’m fucking great, can’t you see?” You snap at him, you start dancing again hoping that the man takes a hint and leaves but he doesn’t and it makes you even more frustrated. You make a mistake but this time you trip over your own feet and you fall to the ground. The man that was standing in the doorway was now sitting beside you “Oh god, are you okay?” He asks worried “no, I am not okay” you cry. The man kind of looks uncomfortable and he really doesn’t know what to do so he just pats your back. “You dont have to comfort me” you mumble wiping away your own tears. “I’m sorry for being rude, I’m just really stressed because this one part of the choreography is really hard and I just can’t get the hang of it and it’s so frustrating. I’ve been practicing all day” you explain to him “you don’t have to apologize, I totally understand how frustrating it must be” he smiles “how would you know?” You ask with a frown “I’m also a dancer, why don’t you show me the choreography and maybe I can help you?” He offers with a soft smile which makes you blush “I’d like that” “I’m jimin by the way” he introduces himself “my name is y/n” you tell Jimin. You show Jimin the dance and he actually has some very useful tips that really help you master the dance. It’s morning when you two are finally done and you both exchange phone numbers because you quite enjoyed his company.

Kim Taehyung » You were enjoying yourself with some beautiful art in a local museum near your house. It was you day of and you were feeling really stressed because of work and just looking at art made you feel relaxed. You stand in front of your favourite piece just taking every detail in. You decide to sit down and enjoy the painting. You notice someone sitting down next to you. You don’t bother looking up because you are to focused on the painting in front of you. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” A husky voice ask, you look up and you look in the direction where the voice came from, it’s the person sitting next to you. “yes it is, it’s my favourite painting in this museum actually” you tell the stranger. “It makes me feel relaxed, I can look at it for ages and every time i look at the painting I discover a new detail, pretty amazing to be honest” you explain smiling at the man, he nods in agreement. “Do you have a favourite painter?” He ask curiously and you nod “I really like Monet but Van Gogh is also pretty good” “I totally agree, so you’re a pretty big fan of art?” He asks “yes but not just paintings, I like all kinds of art, music, poetry and photography” you tell him shyly noticing how beautiful the man sitting next to you actually is. He just looks like a piece of art, and you can’t stop staring at him. Luckily he doesn’t notice it because he is looking at the painting but you think the man next to you is way more interesting than that painting hanging on the wall. “You shouldn’t be staring that much it’s rude” the man smiles cheekily and you feel your cheeks turn red “I-I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help myself” you blush “it’s okay, I’ve been staring at you for like ten minutes before I had the courage to sit next to you” he confesses. “Oh really?” You ask raising an eyebrow “my name is y/n” “nice to meet you y/n, my name is Taehyung” he introduces himself with a boxy smile, the most beautiful smile you have ever seen and it makes you want to squeeze his cheeks. “Is it okay if I take you out for some coffee, or something?” He ask nervously “I’d love that” you smile

Jeon Jungkook » You were bored so you decided you might as well log back into your old gaming account, due your busy work schedule you barely had time to game and you kind of missed it. You had finished all your work so you had finally time to pick up where you left. You start up Overwatch, getting pretty excited to start playing again. Once the game is loaded you start gaming and it feels like you never left. After the game is finished you get an invite from someone to play again, you frown but accept. Obviously you keep beating his ass and your not even sorry, you are enjoying this way to much. After a few hours you decide it’s been enough, you’re about to close the game when you receive a direct message from the person who keeps inviting you to play again. To curious to wait, you open the message and read it. “Hey there, you are really good! Do you might wanna game while talking over headset? If you don’t mind of course :)” you reply that you don’t mind. You search for your headset and you connect it with your computer. Your connection is really crappy and it takes a while but after a few minutes you hear a manly voice coming through your headset. “Hey there” you greet the man. It stays quiet for a while, you frown for a second but you keep your attention focused on the game. “Hello? Are you still there?” You ask a bit annoyed “U-Uh yes I’m still here” the man replies softly. “Are you alright?” You ask the man. “Yes I am, I just didn’t realize you were a girl” you roll your eyes “Is that a problem for you?” “No! It’s not” he yells “I-I was just debating with myself whether i’m disappointed that i got by ass kicked by a girl or if I’m really turned on because of how good you are” you roll your eyes but you can’t help but giggle “well I see both options as an compliment, so thank you. And I really hope you’re not an old pervert” you smile. “No I’m not old, and I’m Jungkook by the way” “I’m Y/n” you introduce yourself “well Jungkook get ready to get your ass kicked again” you giggle “I was going to be soft on you, but now get ready to get your ass kicked” he threatens “pffft, I’ve been kicking your ass almost every game, are you sure you’re not gonna cry?” You tease him. After beating him in many more games, you still keep in touch and after a while you both decided it’s time you two meet in real life, and you couldn’t be more nervous because you had no idea what he looked like, you only know him by his voice. You decided to meet up in a local coffee shop. So now fifteen minutes early you are waiting for him. After a while you see someone walking into the coffee shop, he looks nervous and he keeps looking around, after a while you make eye contact and you smile, his eyes grow wide and you blush. He slowly walks towards you. “Y/n?” He asks when he stops in front of you, you can only nod because you are captivated by his beauty, you can’t stop staring at him. “It’s really nice to meet you” he smiles shyly. You nod and stand up to give him a hug. “It really is” you agree with a big smile.

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Ignorance Is Not Bliss Prologue Update

alright! an updated prologue! keep in mind this is still a draft, but im happy to get it sorted. under the cut is a preview of the arcana swap au for persona 4 (set in the same universe as Break In To Break Out) featuring fool!naoto, hierophant!eri, justice!yuuta and aeon!yu. word count 1241

@latenitewaffles, @inkwell1013, @mushroomfusion245 @rollthedice-playthecards @thehedgehogat221b @sterling-writes @wonderguards @hobie-doh

Naoto Shirogane didn’t like trains that much. The long ride from Sendai down to Yasoinaba bored him immensely - the only thing he could do was scroll through his phone and listen to gossip about a local member who was having an alleged affair with a news reporter. He frowned; he wasn’t even sure where he was going, but was surprised when he’d received a text from the woman who would be taking care of him - at least, until his grandfather recovered;

Eri: Yuu-kun and I are waiting outside Yasoinaba Station

Eri: Text me when you arrive, okay?

Naoto: I’m on my way - I think it’ll take about 15 minutes

Eri: All right then! See you!

The train pulled into Yasoinaba Station, and Naoto sighed. He was here for a new beginning; that was what it was. A new beginning that resulted in him being forcibly moved from his hometown just as he was coming into his first year of high school. It was a completely sudden change, however, he couldn’t exactly fight it. At the end of March, he was taken out of Sendai and moved to a ‘family friend’ - Eri Minami, a woman who had been close to Naoto’s mother.

She’d also been forcibly moved from the city - following a divorce from her husband - alongside her son Yuuta - the Yuu-kun that she referenced in the text. So, she could relate to Naoto’s struggles moving from a big city to a small town. Naoto’s train of thought delayed somewhat as he left the train, with nothing but a small bag of luggage, with clothes and important items. He placed his hat back on, and sighed as he looked in his reflection in the windows of the train that was leaving.

It was strange, actually going to a place that recognised his gender… But it would work, after all, new beginnings and all that. He left the stairs at Yasoinaba Station, and was immediately greeted by his new legal guardian.

“Good morning, Nao-kun!”

Eri Minami was a tall, slim woman. She was probably in her mid-30s, Naoto assumed. She had wavy brown hair tied into a low bun, fair olive skin, and wore a simple, pale pink undershirt tucked into a pair of burgundy trousers, paired with a pair of magenta-coloured slippers. Over her undershirt was a matching burgundy peacock coat, stitched together with a deep purple ribbon. Naoto waved at her, picking up his luggage with a muted apology.

“How was the trip?” She asked, “It’s quite hard travelling such a long distance. I’m Eri Minami, by the way, but I think you already understand that.”

“It’s nice to meet you in person, Minami-san.”

Eri laughed. “Please, no need to be so formal! We’ll basically be family for the next year.”

Naoto noticed that standing awkwardly beside her was a brown-haired boy, who appeared to be about 5 or 6 years old at most. The boy hid behind Eri’s pant leg, looking down awkwardly. Eri smiled.

“Yuuta, this is Naoto,” She greeted, “Naoto, Yuuta. You’ll basically be brothers for this year.”

“Wow, must be weird hearing that for the first time, huh?” She grinned. “Don’t worry, I got the information from your grandfather before you arrived here. It might be a struggle to get binders, but you can always ask someone to make them, I guess?”

Naoto nodded. It did seem quite difficult, but Eri seemed to be helpful. She began to walk off to her car, Yuuta in tow, and Naoto was about to follow them, noticing an individual who was walking up to the station — a tall, tan skinned young man, with a grey bowlcut, wearing a black jacket over a grey turtleneck, matching grey pants, a pair of bright yellow headphones around his neck and yellow sneakers.

As Naoto was about to leave, he heard the young man call out.

“Hey.” He said, as Naoto faced him. “Is this yours? You dropped it.”

The young man walked over with a small sheet of paper, which Naoto recognised as his handwritten version of Eri’s address. He paused, blinking.

“Thanks?” He said, as the young man nodded.

“I’ll see you around, stranger.” The young man said, walking off.

Naoto paused. What a strange encounter. It seemed like this would be normal for Yasoinaba going forward…

xxx

They had to stop before going to the Minami house, mostly as Yuuta needed to go to the bathroom. The Moel Gas Station was the best stop, and it also meant that Eri’s white SUV could also get a slight pick-me-up. After letting Yuuta out to go to the bathroom, Naoto noticed Eri step out and have a conversation with the gas station attendant, as Yuuta stood in confusion.

“Bathroom’s in the back, to your left,” The gas station attendant helpfully informed Yuuta, “You know which way’s left? The side you don’t hold your chopsticks in.”

Yuuta nodded, seeming quite frustrated that this person saw him as being a child - which he was. But it didn’t matter - being raised by a single mother probably meant that he felt more mature for his age. Naoto understood the feeling. Naoto left the car, watching Eri and the gas station attendant's conversation continue.

“So, are you guys goin’ on a trip?” They asked, as Eri shook her head.

“No, we just went to pick him up,” She gestured to Naoto with her head. “He’s living here for a year. He moved in from the big city.”

“The city, huh?” The attendant asked, raising a brow as they looked at Naoto.

“I’m gonna go check out some stores while I’m waiting,” Eri said, “Same as usual, okay? I’ll tip you real good.”

The attendant nodded. “Thank you, Minami.”

Eri walked off, leaving the gas station attendant next to the SUV and Naoto, standing there awkwardly in wait for Yuuta.

“So, does it surprise you how little’s around here compared to the big city?” The attendant asked, “There’s not that much to do. I think you might get bored, going through the same grind over and over - meeting friends, doing part-time jobs…”

They gave Naoto a wry smile that he could feel in his bones. It didn’t seem like a typical customer service smile, but something much more mischievous and impure. They walked towards them, and a small part of Naoto felt inclined to just race off. However, he didn’t want to appear like an ‘impolite city slicker’, nor did they want to startle Eri or Yuuta.

“Speaking of which, we’re looking for part-time help right now,” The attendant explained, “Give it some thought, won’t you? We won’t mind if you’re a student.”

They extended their hand, and Naoto shook it. Suddenly, he felt a strange feeling overtake him. It was like his body was ricocheting back and forth - like he was on a strange rollercoaster that he just couldn’t get off. It was uncomfortable, even as he noticed Yuuta leaving the bathroom and watching him stand, silent, overwhelmed as the attendant went back to work on Minami's car. He looked at Naoto, eyes wide.

“Are you okay?” He asked, “You didn’t get sick in the car, did you? Eri’s a pretty bad driver…”

Maybe it was just car-sickness, Naoto thought. Oh well, it didn’t seem to matter, especially as Eri seemed lost in her own little world. He had a few minutes to recover before she got back. Once Eri got back, they continued driving off to the Minami house.

#arcana swap #persona 4 au #persona 4

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in the night.

blame john wick for this. i may or may not do accompanying pieces but it was very fun to write, in any case. yay, assassin!kook!

pairing. jjk x reader. rating. ... general-ish? tags. this doesn’t fit in the usual three categories but leans more fluffy than anything. includes mentions of blood, vague descriptions of suturing, and kook being a little sassy shit. wc. 1.1k. beta reader. @hobi-gif 💜

You’ve taken care of him more times than you can count, sewn shut more holes than any normal person ought to have. You’ve salted his wounds and stitched his skin, provided pills and patchwork. You’ve seen him at his very worst, beaten and broken, barely coherent against your doorframe as if there was no other way he might remain standing. You’d even saved him once, sheltered him when you shouldn’t have, and put a bullet through the man chasing him.

He owes you his life at least five times over. He knows that.

It doesn’t stop him from knocking loudly, with knuckles stained ruby and the same colour seeping through the white of his Oxford. It takes longer than it normally does - a beat of one, two, three - before the small three-by-two window slides open.

He’ll never get over how beautiful you are, even caged behind bars and with a look of complete distrust in your eyes. They soften at the sight of him.

“Again?” It’s lyrical - music to his ears.

“Again,” Jungkook confirms around a mouthful of blood.

You heave a sigh - a low, drawn out sound he recognises for its endeared amusement - and he hears the different mechanisms click out of place. First, the deadbolt, followed by two barrel bolts, and lastly, the chain lock.

The door swings open, just a hairsbreadth, enough for him to glimpse a sliver of your face, your neatly knotted dark hair that sits in a low bun against your neck. You’re swathed in a lightly rumpled shirt - too large in the shoulders, undone indecently down four buttons. He wonders, for a moment, whether he’d woken you up. It would make sense, given the god forsaken hour.

“What’s the magic word?”

He scoffs then, the motion agitating the wound further against his clothes. Even as he tries to hide it, bite the sharp sting back with an equal bite of his own - teeth over tongue - he knows you see it. You see everything. “I’ve got no apples for you, Doc.”

You relent before the words have fully formed, stepping back to allow him passage into the only place he might call safe. “Come in anyway, I guess.”

Shirt and coat are stripped the moment he crosses the threshold, discarded in a heap on the far table that houses too many loose sheets, all covered in chicken scratch that carries no meaning to his untrained eye. He feels a little bad when a grisly streak of colour lends itself to a formerly pristine piece of paper.

He settles into the familiar chair - head back, knuckles white over the edge of the armrests - and exhales a deep sigh, breath whistling past his teeth.

“What happened this time?” You’re asking even though you shouldn’t, even though it’s best that you don’t know. You knowing only puts the same mark on your forehead - a bull’s eye right between the eyes - but you’ve always known that and you’ve never seemed to care, presenting questions as easily as you breathe.

He swallows a hoarse whine when liquid splashes across the damaged skin, sodium chloride bringing forth a different kind of sting. Rivulets run the length of his abdomen, pooling in the dips and divots before soaking into the black waistband of his briefs.

“Mistake. Stupid mistake.”

“You’ve gotta stop making those,” you hum with a little laugh and a glint in your eye. It distracts from the first thread of the needle through his weeping flesh. “Nicked the artery. You’re lucky you got here.”

“Isn’t that what you say every time?” It isn’t easy to smile through the pain but he manages, offering a goofy grin that edges on disturbing by the Joker-esque red that paints his cheeks and jaw. He thinks you’d hit him, if not for the fact your hands are far too occupied.

“Which part?”

“Not making mistakes,” he returns, watching with morbid fascination as you stitch him back together, thread looping over and into his skin with each pin prick.

“I mean - you make me say it every time.”

“Maybe I just like hearing it.”

“Then you’re a masochist, Jeon.” The last knot is secured into place and you nod, small and nearly imperceptible. “You’re all done. Let me bandage it up and I’ll give you some meds for the pain. Try not to make any more mistakes that might open it up again.”

Sterilized bandage is applied, pressed into place with firm, unyielding hands. Everything spins at the contact - a shade rouger than he’d expected - an explosion of white against his eyelids before it’s gone. One inhale, then another, head lolling against the worn leather headrest. “I swear you fuck with me every time.”

You swing a smile in his direction, coquettish over your shoulder. “How else would you learn your lesson?”

He supposes you’re right.

“Take this.” Something flies in his direction and by the grace of god, Jungkook manages to catch it with the hand attached to the arm attached to the shoulder that isn’t crying out in blinding pain. “Three now, then two every six hours until you feel like you can go without them.”

“Thanks, Doc.” Said three go down the hatch dry, swallowed thickly before he tucks the bottle of little white pills into the front pocket of his pants. “I owe you one.”

“You owe me more than one.”

“Okay, okay - we’re not keeping track.” Well, he’s not, at least. He thinks you must be, by the way you’re levelling him with that stare, heavy-lidded and half-hidden behind the glare of your glasses. You’re watching his every move, studying him as he pulls his stained shirt back on and makes for the door, tuxedo jacket laid over his shoulder.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

He blinks owlishly, expression betraying nothing as he rounds on you. You’re close, hardly any space held between the two of you. He can see your eyes now, how they twinkle up at him and steal his breath more than any injury could.

“Ah, right.” The distance closes then, bloodied fingers seizing the collar of the shirt you wear so well. His shirt, he’s come to realise once he notes the embroidered initials along the cuffs. “How could I forget?”

The kiss comes as if it’s his last, lingering and longing swept into every pass of his lips, each delicate swipe of his tongue. He swallows every sound you make, holding them somewhere deep in his chest like a treasure. It’s nothing like you’d expect from a man like him, brooding and blunt in all other aspects.

“Don’t come back,” you tease, breathless.

“I will,” he returns, beaming. And then he’s gone, with only the blood on your front to remember him by.

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daydream-hobii · 6 years

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Roses & Thorns | Chapter 16

Genre: Hybrid!AU, fluff, angst

Pairing: Hybrid!OT7 x Female!Reader | Alpaca!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Fox!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Bear!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Bunny!Jungkook

Summary: Y/N is a rehabilitator of hybrids who have been abused or being sold for auction. It’s an illegal thing to do, but she feels strongly that this is the right thing. For many years, she has saved hundreds of hybrids who have needed her help, even for her young age, and six of them decided to stay with her. Namjoon, who was the second saved, initiated an intimate relationship, which Taehyung, who was the first saved, wanted in on. Over time, some of the hybrids that came after the two wanted to join in on the relationship. Now, Y/N has saved a very rare fox hybrid named Hoseok, who is very curious and even more broken. He has the choice to stay with these people and maybe join their relationship or move on to a rehabilitated district where he can have a life of his own. What will he choose?

Warning: Mentions of Abuse, Sexual Assault, Suicide & Mental Illness! Read with Caution <3 | Suggestions of Smut? (I’m not good at writing smut, so it’s just implied… ^_^); Profanity; GORE!!

Word Count: 1,594

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8 // Chapter 9 // Chapter 10 // Chapter 11 // Chapter 12 // Chapter 13 // Chapter 14 // Chapter 15 // Chapter 17 // Chapter 18 // Chapter 19 // Chapter 20 [FINAL] //

Author’s Note: Welcome to Chapter 16! Please let me know what you think of this chapter, I love getting feedback! I hope you enjoyed it!!! ^_^

Hoseok, Taehyung, and I carefully walked further from the auction center, people screaming and alarms blaring. When we arrived at the safe spot, Namjoon and Jin were no where to be seen. Panic seized my heart as I desperately looked around.

“Jin? Namjoon?” I whispered, when I heard the cock of a gun. I twisted around to see a buff man with a shotgun pointed straight at me. Taehyung and Hoseok growled low, panic rolling through my heart.

“Looking for your hybrids, huh?” He asked, smirking.

“What did you do?” I growled, making him roll his eyes.

“Shut up! Jinwoo wants to see you,” He said, eyeing me.

I sighed, walking closer to him. I grabbed the barrel of the shotgun, pushing it up as he pulled the trigger. My ears began to ring, and I tried to keep my balance. I pushed my leg out, kicking him in the stomach as he toppled over. I took out my own gun, but the man kicked up his foot, knocking it out of my reach. I lunged for it, but he got a hold of my leg, dragging me back just as my hand touched the handle, dragging it with me. The man got on top of me, lifting his fist, but I pulled up my gun and pulled the trigger.

Everything slowed down in that moment. The man was so still, eyes wide in what looked like fear and pain. My heart was beating so fast, it’s a wonder no one else could hear it hit my rib cage. The man toppled over on me, and I tried to hold back a scream as I pushed him off, his lifeless body landing next to me. I squeaked as I kicked away from him, eyes wide. I felt arms lift me up and make me face him and saw the panicked look on Namjoon’s face.

“Are you alright?” He asked, but it only sounded like a whisper. I looked down at my shirt, noticing blood that wasn’t my own before looking back at him, trembling in his grip.

“I killed someone,” I said, but it was muffled. My eardrums were fried from the gun shot.

“It was defense,” Jin said from behind me. “We went to hide when we saw him heading over here, and that’s when you came.”

“We gotta go,” Taehyung said. Hoseok was clinging to Tae, both had tears streaming down their faces. They were always lovers, not fighters, so this had to affect them as much as it did me.

“Let’s go home. Y/N, can you walk…?” He asked me, but I felt numb.

“I killed someone,” I repeated, eyes so wide they might as well have popped out of my head.

“I’ll carry her, you carry Jin,” Hoseok said, wiping his tears and lifting me, making me cling to him as he ran.

When we arrived back at Emily’s place, she was horrified by our states. Her own hybrids could smell the blood from a mile away. Namjoon put Jin down, making him shout in pain. He was shirtless, cuts surrounding his entire body. Emily’s hybrid Woojin immediately began to examine him, and I sprinted up the stairs, going to the nearest bathroom and stripping my clothes. I turned on the shower as hot as I could handle and scrubbed my body raw.

Shortly after, I heard the door open and in walk Namjoon, who I tried to ignore. Another shadow entered and noticed the striped tail as Taehyung.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Tae asked, and I let out a broken sob.

“No. I killed someone, Tae,” I said, scrubbing my stomach where the man’s blood touched me.

“Baby, you defended yourself…” Namjoon said.

“You defended us,” Tae choked out. I shut the shower off, opening the curtain and walking to a fresh pair of clothes that they must have brought. I quickly changed, putting my wet hair in a bun and staring at them, tears streaming down my face.

“I took a life with my own hands. It goes against everything I’ve been preached about. I know he was bad, and he would have killed us, but I’m just a bit shaken,” I said, making Namjoon reach out and kiss the top of my head.

“Hobi and Jin know where Jimin is…. The men said something about going back to the circus where he belongs…. That Jinwoo had a deal with his old owner,” Tae whispered, kissing the side of my head.

“Then we need to leave, now,” I said, wide eyed.

“You’re right. Emily said the circus leaves in a few hours,” Namjoon said, making me walk past him and downstairs, where Hoseok and Jin’s wounds were being treated. Hoseok tried to stand, but I put my hand up.

“You stay here with Jin,” I said, but before he could complain, Taehyung stepped in.

“Hobi, please. It’ll be easier with just three of us and won’t gain attention,” Tae said, walking over and pecking his lips. “Please, Jin needs you right now. You both went through the same experiences….”

“Go, Jimin doesn’t have much time,” Jin choked out, pain written all over his face as he gripped Hoseok’s hand. “He was always a shy bear… I hate to think about what he’s going through.”

“Please, come back safe…” Hoseok said, kissing each of our lips.

We were on the outskirts of the circus grounds, the cages in sight. I saw the ring leaders chatting and laughing the entire time, and I couldn’t help but growl. Namjoon and Taehyung were listening and smelling for Jimin, no doubt getting distracted by all the other hybrid smells. At the auction, each hybrid was in a closed room so it was easier, here they’re all outside.

“I can hear him,” Tae finally said, his ears flattening to his head, a growl escaping his lips. “He’s crying.”

“Where is he, Tae?” I whispered, looking around. Tae took a moment to look around, and I spotted a cage being pulled to the front by a truck.

“There,” He whispered, pointing. I stared, squinting my eyes to attempt to see better in this night. It was late, but exhaustion hasn’t hit me just yet.

I watched the driver get out and walk to a man who was waving his arms at some guards, about three of them. It was Jinwoo, and he looked unhappy. I winced as I saw him begin hitting Jimin’s cage, and Jimin crawl to the corner, every wince he made breaking my heart.

“He’s naked,” Namjoon growled, stepping forward but I grabbed him back.

I watched the guards go around the cage, big guns in hand as Jinwoo invited the ring leaders into the tent. I nodded to my boys, and we began to follow the forest line to the front of the vehicle. We sprinted through the shadows, hitting the front of the car, our backs to the grill.

“Tae, crawl under the car, see if there’s an emergency door underneath… Joon and I will take care of the guards,” I whispered, making him nod and begin to crawl under.

I watched one man go into the tent where I believe the others were. Another man was walking near me, and I quickly grabbed him, pulling him down. Namjoon took his head in his hands, cracking his neck, making me stare in horror.

“I told you. Defense,” He said, unphased. He gave a small smile, nodding.

“Joonie, you just—” I was cut off by a gasp, making me look up to see another man staring at us, gun pointing at us.

“Stand up,” He shouted, making me wince and hold up my hands, slowly standing along with Namjoon, who stood in front of me. He was the only one left, and I could hear the cage hit the ground hard, as if someone had undone where it hooked to the truck.

“What the?” He started, but I brought my hand against his gun, throwing it out of his hand.

I brought an open palm to his nose, listening to it crack. I heard the truck start up behind me and Tae shout my name. Just as Jinwoo ran out, I hopped onto the side of the truck, Taehyung driving away. Namjoon was in the passenger seat, and Jimin was no longer in the abandoned cage. I put my feet through the open window, a pair of arms gripping my legs to steady me. I saw Jinwoo glaring at me, clearly angry at my actions, and I put up my middle finger up at him before ducking into the vehicle.

Jimin was there, and it looked like he had been beaten to a pulp. His eye was swollen shut, his lips having a small cut and a longer cut running from his forehead to his cheek. He was still naked, and I quickly took off my jacket, putting it around him. It was cold outside, and it’s a wonder how he wasn’t sick. Tears streamed down his good eye as he hugged me, his face burying into my neck. His ears tickled my cheek, and I noticed a gnarly cut in one of them.

“I knew you’d come back for me…” He whispered, breaking my heart.

“You’re a part of this family, we weren’t just going to leave you,” I whispered back, kissing his injured ear. I have five of my boys with me now, so that only leaves Yoongi and Jungkook… They’re probably the strongest, next to Namjoon, so I just hope they can hold on a little longer.

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hoseokslovee · 6 years

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Piece of Peace - Hoseok x Reader (OC) Fan Fiction

Fun fact: You get to see Hoseok’s POV ;)

ENJOY, MI LUVS. Chapter four!

Chapter Four

Hoseok

The cool spring breeze greeted you as you stepped outside of the balcony, looking over the numerous houses in the neighborhood. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and listened to the birds chirp in the early morning, all the while hearing the soft rustle of trees caused by the wind. As you exhaled, you brought up your usual morning cup of coffee to your lips, tasting the rich liquid seep through. In that moment, you felt a sense of piece.

You’ve always thought that throughout your entire life you’ll manage to get through all the hardships just to get where you are right now. Having a positive outlook on things made it easier for you to handle the amount of struggles you’ve had before. Working as a music producer was not an easy work. The demands of the music industry was cut-throat, despite the general public’s perception of glamour and fame. Despite of that, your work ethics and your relationship with the people and staff you work with made you different from any other producer in Seoul. You never failed to compliment them and thank them for their hard work, you took care of them in return, and at the same time you were respectful to the people behind the scenes. Being humble was a trait you’ve always had, and even though you’re gradually climbing up the ladder of success, you always made sure to bring up the people who supported you since day one.

A beep from your phone interrupted your train of thought. Barefooted, you walked back inside the bedroom and grabbed the phone to see who was texting you so early in the morning.

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Yoongi: I fucking need my cup of coffee

Hobi: why are you telling me instead of Jimin? you practically live together

Yoongi: he refuses to get out of bed, what a brat Hobi: well then how about you get out of bed you lazy ass

Yoongi: i’m too tired, my hip hurts

Yoongi: lets go get coffee together at that local bookstore cafe you always go to. I’ll wake up my little siren here to join us

Hobi: sure. been a while since i saw you both. i’ll go get ready.

Yoongi: see ya

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As you put down your phone, you thought about the girl who you met 4 days ago in the book store. You remembered how beautiful she was, despite being so clumsy. Her pastel pink hair was coiled up in a high bun on top of her head, with little baby hair strands adorning her small face. The look she gave you when you helped her get up made your ears ring a little, and when she finally met your gaze, her eyes intrigued you.

Any man that can take a chance at looking at her would instantly say she has beautiful eyes, but you thought different. Her eyes told you a different story, as if she’s hiding something from the world. She must be hiding some secret, you thought. She had dark circles under her eyes, it’s as if she doesn’t sleep at all. At that moment, you worried shamelessly for a stranger, concerned about how she’s doing back home, or if she’s even eating enough.

Song Mina. The name suits her like a glove.

As you got ready for your coffee meeting with Yoongi and Jimin, you received a text from Jin. ———————

Jin: Hobiyaaaa

Jin: Yoongi just told me about you guys coming over for some coffee

Jin: i bet you all just wanna see me in my hot barista uniform

Hoseok: get over yourself hyung we just want some coffee

Jin: aigoo look at you being all rude to me. btw Mina has been asking about you ever since you came here 4 days ago.

Hoseok: really?

Jin: she told me not to tell you or anything coz she’s shy but you know how i cant keep secrets

Hoseok: she’s gonna be pissed off at you again if she finds out

Jin: yeah i know. i’m just gonna hide from her if that happens

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“Honestly this hyung...you’re just digging up your own grave!” You screamed at your phone screen, rolling your eyes at how shamelessly thick-faced Jin is. Although you felt a little flutter in your chest when he said Mina was looking for you.

This made you even more conscious of how you look.

Deciding what to wear was difficult. You silently wished Jimin was around to help you out with your wardrobe. After 15 long minutes of picking, you decided to wear a white Balenciaga sweater and ripped denim jeans, pairing it with black Timberland boots.

Looking at the mirror, you felt satisfied. I look fresh and young, you thought.

Grabbing your phone, wallet, and car keys, you then headed out.

#jung hoseok #bts #smut #fluff #bts ships #yoonmin #taekook #namjin #bangtan #original character #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook

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bapwoo · 6 years

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Another tag thingy...

So I was tagged by @dragonsfire and I don’t want to see what torture I have to go through. You must hate me, if you actually tagged me to do this >_>

Rules: write down your top 10 biases and answer the following questions.

Moon Jongup: B.A.P

Kim Kibum (Key): SHINee

Kin Wonshik (Ravi): VIXX

Kim Hyunwoo: TRCNG

Im Changkyun (I.M): Monsta X

Kim Jaeho: History

Park Chanyeol: EXO

Im Hyunsik: BTOB

Cha Eunwoo (Lee Dongmin): Astro - I do not stan the whole group (yet) but... Eunwoo makes me feel things

Jung Hoseok (J-Hope, Hobi): BTS - do not stan anymore but he is still my lil bun <3

Questions:

Between biases 1 & 4, who would you rather kiss? Phew that one is pretty easy when I consider the fact that Hyunwoo is 16 years old lol... plus... IT IS MOON JONGUP WE ARE TALKING ABOUT!! So the answer is Moon Jongup.

Between biases 2 & 7, who would be your best friend? Damn... not easy anymore... even though... have you ever seen Key doing those silly things? So answer is Kim Kibum, my love, my life, my everything <3

Between biases 5 & 7, who has the best voice? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?????? BOTH RAPPERS, BOTH PRETTY DEEP VOICES, BOTH COOL AF... THERE IS NO WAY I CAN PICK ONE!!! Changkyun

Between biases 1 & 8, who is the funniest? Uhhhh... tbh I dunno? Hyunsik is from effin BTOB but I can list almost the rest of BTOB members who seems funnier than my angel Hyunsik. Uh... I dunno... probably Jongup and his randomness lol.

Between biases 6 & 9, who would you date? KIM JAEHO ALL THE FUCKING WAY!!!! I LOVE THIS MAN SO MUCH plus he is older than me... not like EW

Between biases 9 & 10, who would you do a collaboration with? I would pick Hobi. I think we would get along well plus damn his dance, rap and singing... damn... I am emotional. Do not touch me.

Between biases 4 & 8, who is the best dancer?   UHHHHH... I CAN’T REMEMBER HYUSINK DANCING DAMN IT!!! I am so lame lol. I would go with Hyunwoo. But both of them are good dancers. So it is like... hard to pick (what isn’t in this fucking tag game)

Between biases 3 & 5, who would you most likely marry?   Um... I am already married to Wonshik so... I would marry him 5935739748975832 times OKAY??!!!

Between biases 1 & 7, who would you most nurse when they are sick? My cute puppy Chanyeol. I think that if he was left alone he would hurt himself even more lol. I have to protect this tol puppy.

Between biases 2 & 3, who has the best smile?   I will go with Ravi because his nose scrunches a bit when he smiles and IT IS SUCH A FUCKING CUTE THING!!!!!

Between biases 6 & 8, who would you vacation with?   Well... since Jaeho is my boyfriend. Well tbh I would rather go with Hyunsik. I feel like we would spend peaceful vacation without any fights and just doing nothing. Walking aimlessly around and just chill.

THAT WAS HELL!!! Anyway... now for the tags. Last time I picked some of my followers but I don’t have time now to check them all again so I will write people I remember at the moment:

@hohyeon-anti (bc I want to see you suffer), @pshooyeop, @adiisnthere, @kpopruinedmywholelifeu (bc now I know how much you are ruined by kpop lol), @daehdream (bc I just wanted to tag you lol), @jaebumsaegyo (just... rip lol), @anna-something (bc why not???), @cheongugiya (bc you multifandom af and I want to see you suffer too lol), @sierahrt (let’s see lolol), @bobbyseyesmile (bc it could be nice to see you suffer too), @monbebebabymydayarmyzig7blink (bc I think you are kinda multifandom too and that you will have hard time too lol), @curledlife (same caption like that previous one), @burnt-enough-starlight (bc I wanted to tag you lolol)... and tons of others but I cannot remember it now so I am so sorry T_T

ENJOY THE HELL

#tag

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tayegi · 7 years

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Fuck, Marry, or Kill (m)

I blame @chokemejimin for ruining my mind.

Warning: Graphic sex and brief mention of blood

Word Count: 9,859

"Ok, Jin, it's your turn," You lazily drawl out, half-heartedly throwing a pretzel at him to catch his attention, "Fuck, marry, or kill: Hani, Hyuna, and Lee Gukjoo."

Jungkook boos you at once, "That's way too easy!"

You chortle at his outraged expression, "I don't care, I like Jin."

"You made me choose between Bang PD, Manager Sejin, and Kang Hodong!"

The other two maknae line members burst into laughter at the foot of the couch, Jimin turning to bury his face in your lap in amusement. "Still can't believe you chose to kill Sejin!"

"Hodong is a very illustrious athlete!" The maknae yells at them in response.

You affectionately run your fingers through Jimin's hair when he's overcome with giggles again, "Shut up, kid, and let Jin answer!"

The eldest member takes another moment to think his answer through before he answers, "Fuck Hani, obviously."

The younger members roll their eyes at the stereotypical answer, "Obviously."

"Marry Gukjoo, kill Hyuna."

There's a brief silence in the living room. Then—

"Wait what?!"

Everyone turns to stare at him in shock, "What?!"

Jin simply blinks his innocent doe eyes and takes another sip of his beer, "Gukjoo knows how to cook. She's definitely wife material."

"Yes, but how could you possibly pick her over Hyuna?!"

The maknae looks like he wants to fight, so you quickly change the topic, "Jin has his own personal preference. Maybe he just values personality over looks, you pervy horndog," you chastise, reaching over Jimin's body to flick at the maknae's nose.

Taehyung playfully wraps his arms around Jungkook's torso to hold him back when he tries to bite your hand, "Alright, Jin-hyung. Pick someone else to go."

"Well, I'm curious about you now, ____," he says, turning to look at you, "You seem to have good taste. So fuck, marry, or kill: the four of us in this room."

Everyone stiffens at that, shocked by the unexpected proximal question. You pause in stroking Jimin's hair to turn a critical eye over the room, looking at Jin, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook in turn. Then you sigh, "Is this even a question? Fuck and marry Jin; kill Jungkook. Duh."

"What the hell?!"

This time, Jungkook manages to lunge forward three steps towards you before Taehyung tackles him back as Jin's squeaky laughter fills the room.

Jimin doubles over with amusement as well, grabbing tightly to the flesh of your thighs and tickling your skin with his breath. He's so cute that you can't resist pinching his soft cheek in response. "Ok, that question was too easy," Jin says once he catches his breath, "Obviously you would pick me. It's almost too cliché, ___," he says with a click of his tongue, "Let's try again: Fuck, marry, or kill with the maknae line."

Your eyes pop open in surprise, "That's too difficult!"

"Oh, come on, ___," Taehyung begs, "Just try!"

"Yeah, I really want to know."

Jimin's unexpected statement makes you drop your eyes to your lap in surprise. But he simply smiles back at you and nuzzles his smooth face deeper into the juncture of your legs. You sigh and scratch behind his ear, making him purr like a cat, "Fine. Kill: Jungkook."

"The fuck?!"

You ignore his cries of protest and continue to scratch at Jimin's scalp, "Fuck… Huh… I really can't decide," you admit, glancing between Taehyung and Jimin in confusion, "You are both cute little puppies to me. I don't want to fuck either of you!"

"Come on, if you had to pick," Jin urges you, "Obviously neither of them are as good as me, but if you had to fuck one of them or die, who would it be?"

You pause for a moment as you consider the two boys who you've only seen as brothers, "Hmm… Taehyung, I suppose?"

The blonde haired boy jumps in the air to crow with excitement while the others murmur in disappointment, "Fine, so you would marry Jimin, then?" Jin asks.

You glance down at the brunette boy lying in your lap and bite your lip in indecision, "No," you finally admit, "I would also marry Taehyung."

"Hah!" Jungkook lets out a short bark of laughter, "She hates you, too, hyung!"

"At least she wouldn't kill me." That shuts him up pretty quickly.

"Wait, so am I your favorite?" Taehyung asks, eagerly bouncing up and down, puppy dog eyes begging you to agree.

"No, she already said she prefers me," Jin interjects, "I'm clearly her bias."

"No you're not."

He turns to you in confusion, "Wait, I'm not?"

You smile at him, "I said I like you the best in this room. But Hobi's my favorite."

The room descends into chaos at once, four voices yelling on top of each other to be heard. "How the fuck can it be Hobi-hyung?!"

"Are you drunk?"

"I'm the visual!"

You laugh and reach for a handful of potato chips, "Sorry, it's just my preference."

"Wait, wait, hold on a minute. Let's get down to the bottom of this," Jin says, clearly upset by losing to Hoseok, "Out of all the members, including the rap line who aren't here today, who would you fuck?"

You wince at the question, "You're all like brothers to me."

"You have to choose or you die!" Jungkook angrily interrupts before you can continue your denial, "Come on, ___. You're only human. And you've known us for years. The thought must have crossed your mind at one point or the other!"

You gnaw on your bottom lip, "Fine. I choose Hoseok."

The room fills with deep-throated groans of disappointment. "Fucking hyung!"

"It's those hips, isn't it?!"

You simply purse your lips and shake your head, "You'll never know."

"Wait… So if Hoseok is your favorite, then who's your least favorite?" Taehyung perks up, curiosity lighting his eyes.

"Jeon Jungkook," you automatically reply, setting the maknae off again as he angrily curses you under his breath.

"We all know you hate Kookie," Jin chortles, "But that says nothing about physical attraction. So who are you the least likely to fuck?"

You freeze at that question, "Um…I-I really don't know," you stutter, suddenly nervous, "I mean, I'm only human, I have briefly thought about with most of you at one point or another… God, where is this sudden interest in my sexual preferences coming from?! Shouldn't we move on with the game? I choose Jungkook next!"

"Wait, now I'm curious," Jimin interrupts, "You said 'most' of us. Which means that there is at least one person that you've never even considered sexually. Who is it, ___?"

You're sweating at this point, and you cram another handful of chips in your mouth to buy time, but the boys aren't having it. "Come on, ___!" Jungkook protests loudly, "Just tell us! It's Yoongi-hyung, isn't it? Because his legs are skinnier than yours?"

"Nope, I've definitely thought about those frail girl idol legs before…" you admit in a small voice.

"Yuck!"

"Then who is it? We can keep your secret! Just tell us!" Taehyung begs.

You reach over to pull Jin's beer out of his grasp. Only once you've gulped down half of it can you finally confess your secret, "It's… It's Jimin."

That answer was completely unexpected. You can tell by the way the room instantly falls silent. Jimin stiffens on your lap, then pulls his head away entirely to look at you, "Ah… I see."

He's smiling, but his lips are tight and the smile doesn't reach his eyes. He looks so… disappointed. You don't know what to make of the sudden serious vibe that suffuses the atmosphere. "Um… I didn't mean to offend you, sweetie. I do love you, Jimin! I love you the most out of all these brats, actually. But I just don't see you as anything more than a friend."

Jimin's plastered smile twitches, "It's okay. I'm really ugly, I know. I get it," he says with a humorless laugh.

"No that's not it!" You exclaim, diving forward to grab his arm, desperate to fix the situation. Out of all the boys, you are by far the closest to Jimin. As a result, you are privy to his deepest insecurities, and you are fully aware that his appearance is at the top of the list. "You're really hot, Jimin!"

To exacerbate the situation, Jungkook scoffs, "She's lying. You are ugly."

"No he's not!" You exclaim, jumping off the couch to throw your arms around the older man, "Jimin is gorgeous, okay? He should be the visual of the group!"

"Hey!" Jin calls out in outrage.

"Er… second visual."

"Wait a minute!" It's Taehyung complaining this time.

"I'm sorry, honey," you say, reaching over to pat Taehyung's cheek, "But I think Jimin is better-looking than you."

"Ok, now you've just gone too far."

"No, I'm serious!" you exclaim, "Objectively, Jimin is the sexiest member of the group! Look at his beautiful face," you squish his cheeks, "And his toned dancer body," you slap his chest for emphasis, "And his lethal charisma! He's really sexy!"

"Then why won't you have sex with him?" Jungkook wryly asks. Jimin twists in your embrace to look at you as well, anticipating your answer.

"I can appreciate his aesthetics," you defend yourself, "And I understand why girls think he's so hot. But he's just a little mochi bun to me. He's so sweet and gentle, and has only ever treated me like a sister," you coo, pinching at his cheeks again, "How could I ever have feelings for my cute puppy baby?!"

"Hold on a second," Jungkook cries out, suddenly surging to his feet, "If I'm not last… Does that mean you've actually thought about me sexually?!"

All the blood rushes to your face, "What? No! I mean… maybe just once or twice… But this doesn't mean that I don't hate you!"

A haughty smirk unfurls across his face, "I knew all your anger was misplaced! You want a piece of this ass, don't you, babe?"

Your face is now hot enough to blow right off, "You nasty little brat! No way!"

"It's okay, baby," he says, reaching over to soothingly pat your knee, "You don't need to be embarrassed… I've definitely thought about you more than one or two times."

Your blood boils in outrage at his suggestive tone and you jump right off the couch to tackle him, "Die, you maknae brat!" You shriek as you wring your hands around his thick neck.

"Is this getting you off, babe?"

"I hate you!"

"Yeah, but you'd still rather fuck me over Jimin."

Jin and Taehyung burst into laughter at the ridiculous sight of you trying to throttle the younger man. Taehyung falls over onto Jin's shoulder, clutching at his shirt for dear life, and the older boy's windshield wiper-like laugh fills the room. As a result, no one notices when Jimin gets up and walks straight out the door.

A week later, a phone call in the middle of the night wakes you from your deep slumber.

"Hello?" You croak into the phone, shocked that you're receiving a call at this hour.

"___, are you awake?"

"Jimin?" You ask in surprise, recognizing his voice anywhere, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he spits out, "Can I come over?"

"What?! Jimin, do you have any idea what time—"

"I'll be over in ten."

"Wait! Jimin, I—" But he's already hung up on you.

You rub your bleary eyes and stare at your phone screen. It's just before two in the morning. What the hell's gotten into this kid?

You've just barely had time to brush your teeth and splash some cold water on your face before you hear a pounding on your front door. Cursing to yourself, you pull a sweater over your oversized t-shirt and march to the door.

"What is the matter with you?" You bark, slamming the door open so hard that it bangs against the back wall.

Jimin says nothing in response, and busies himself with shutting the door and locking it behind him. You take that moment to examine him from head to toe. He's dressed casually in a black hoodie and ripped jeans, black face mask across his mouth to hide his identity. Which means that—

"Wait, are your managers not here?" you ask, futilely attempting to glance over his shoulder.

"No."

That's strange. Doesn't he have a curfew? "What about the other members?" You press on, feeling anxious for some unexplainable reason.

"Why do you care so much?"

His brusque answer confounds you, "Huh? Jimin, what's gotten into you?"

He ignores you to rip off his face mask and stuff it in his pocket. You frown when he begins to pace back and forth in the living room, hands clenched at his sides and throat tight. Something seems majorly off with your friend.

"Jimin…? Are you feeling okay?" You ask in a softer voice, concerned about his well-being, "Honey, do you need me to drive you to the hospital?"

He stops his pacing at once, as though remembering that you exist, and turns to stare at you with sleepless dark eyes, "Did you mean it? What you said the other night?"

You stifle a yawn with the back of your hand as you try to make sense of his cryptic words, "What night? Jimin, you guys have been in Jeju for your concert all week. I haven't seen you in days."

"I'm not talking about Jeju," he impatiently says, "I'm talking about that night where we played that ridiculous fucking game."

Your eyes pop open in surprise. You rarely hear the mild-tempered boy curse unless he's seriously upset. You rake over his appearance, and sure enough, anger is etched on his every feature. Sweat forms on your temple when it finally occurs to you how potentially dangerous it is to be locked up in a room with a furious man many times your strength… You find yourself inching towards the kitchen, where you keep your pepper spray in a drawer, when you remind yourself that this is just Park Jimin. Sure, he might be angry right now, for reasons you don't fully understand, but this is harmless, sweet little Park Jimin. You're safe with him.

You exhale in relief and offer him a little smile, "Ah, the night where we drank together at the dorms? What about it? Do you think that maybe we can discuss this in the morning…?"

"No, we need to talk about it now."

"Alright, alright, whatever you say," you defensively hold your hands up in front of you, "Whatever it is, get it out of your system so we can get some sleep already."

"This is serious, ___," he growls at you, "I rushed here straight from Jeju because we need to clear this shit up."

There he goes, cursing again. Your brow knits in concern, "I'm sure we do… Is there a reason why we couldn't have just settled this over the phone?"

"I needed to see you," he blurts out, "I needed to make sure you weren't lying to me."

Your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline, "Lying to you? What the hell are you talking about, Jimin?"

He says nothing for the span of three drawn out heartbeats, content to stare at you with hollow eyes. He inhales deeply for strength, then—"Were you lying when you said I was sexy?"

Your jaw drops in pure disbelief. Is he really only here for an ego boost?! "What the hell?" You exclaim, "This is what you've woken me up in the middle of the night for?"

He licks his lips, "Just tell me the truth, ___."

Fury fills you at his seeming lack of concern, and you'd like nothing better than to exact your revenge on this asshole for interrupting your much-needed sleep. But you know that an argument isn't going to help with anything at this hour. It's much better to just go along with whatever he wants to get him out of here as quickly as possible. You'll chew out his ass in the morning.

"Yes, Jimin," you sigh heavily, "You're very sexy."

He stares at you with those insomniac eyes for another beat before responding, "You better not just be saying that to make me feel better."

"No," you groan, "Honestly you're objectively hot, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?"

Jimin ignores you to rake his hands through his hair, "So what you're saying then… the reason why you won't sleep with me… Isn't because you're repulsed by my appearance… but because you only see me as a cute kid?"

You wince at that, "Jimin, I know that you're older than Taehyung and Jungkook. And all of you are adults. But I just don't get that same mature vibe from you, okay? Sorry."

Jimin sucks in a deep breath, then to your utmost astonishment, he starts laughing. Right here, in the middle of your apartment, shrouded by shadows at two in the fucking morning, he throws his head back and laughs. It's a cruel laugh, dark and sinister and almost entirely void of any real humor. It's a sound that draws shivers from your body and makes you pull your sweater closer to your form. You've never heard such a noise from your cute little friend before.

He's wiping tears from his eyes when his laughs finally subside, "You know, all this time, I thought you wouldn't sleep with me because you thought I was ugly."

Your sleep-hazy mind still can't fully process what's happening right now. Everything is so bizarre that it feels like you're still sleeping. This has to be a surreal dream. Trying to shake off the eerie vibes, you rush forward his face in both hands, comforting him like you normally wouldn't think twice about, "Ah, no. Jimin you're seriously beautiful," you kindly coo to him as you squeeze his soft cheeks, "Look at you. Pretty eyes, pretty nose, pretty mouth. There's no way around it: you're adorable!"

His eyes, which had begun to soften under your gentle caress, suddenly flash red. Then, quicker than you can process, he snaps his head to the side and bites down on the hand pinching his cheek. The feeling of his sharp teeth sinking into the tender flesh of your index finger makes you flinch back with a cry of pain.

It's like the shattering of glass, how you're suddenly shaken from your foggy sleepiness, your mind bursting into consciousness. "What the hell?" You shriek, examining the single drop of blood that pools from the deep bite mark.

He takes one step forward to snatch up your wrist. Fear spikes in your chest when he brings your hand up to his mouth again. You squeeze your eyes shut as you anticipate the pain. But something much softer than his teeth descends on your abused finger.

A gasp tears from your throat at the feeling of his plush lips wrapped around your finger, slick tongue caressing the small wound. Against your will, shivers slide down your spine. His tongue is so wet against your skin, his lips so hot that your breath hitches and your heart skips a beat. Jimin carefully licks up the bead of blood, then hollows his cheeks around the digit and sucks hard, making you yelp in shock. The sensations slice through your nerve endings like a razor blade, pricking your skin with goosebumps and making heat flush down to the pit of your belly.

Finally, Jimin pulls his lips off of you, and the coolness of the room makes your damp finger tingle unpleasantly. You ache for the warmth of his mouth again already.

"Jimin," you whisper, running your hands over the goosebumps on your arms, "What was that for?"

"I'm not cute," he growls, approaching you again when you begin to retreat from his hard stare, "I am not sweet or nice, and I certainly am not fucking adorable."

You gulp as you stumble back in fear, your bare feet slapping ominously on the wooden panels of the ground as you attempt to escape his ominous advance. He certainly does not look like any of those adjectives right now as he continues to stalk towards you, like a lion cornering his prey. Moonlight streams through the translucent curtains, bathing his hair in a halo of silver, and casting his face in shadows, such that you can only see the outline of harsh angles and predatory black eyes under his fringe.

"Jimin… I-I'm sorry. I didn't know that upset you. I won't call you that anymore."

He chuckles darkly, "You're missing my point, kitten."

Never in a million years would you have thought you'd hear that pet name slip from Jimin's lips. Your giggly, happy-go-lucky friend Jimin. "I… I'm not following, Jimin."

He simply takes another long stride forward, making you retreat until your back hits the wall, "For the past three years, I have held back, ___. All because I thought you didn't like my appearance. That you thought I was ugly. But now that I know the truth…"

He continues to move closer, but now you have nowhere to run. Your hands scrabble against the wall for purchase, but there's no escape with Jimin caging you in like this. "H-held back?" you repeat in a stuttering voice, "What are you talking about? From what?"

He smiles faintly at that, the white of his teeth gleaming in the dark, "From fucking you, of course."

All the breath slams out of you at once from his shocking confession, leaving you wheezing for air. Has he gone utterly insane?! He must be possessed. There's no other way he could be saying such filthy shit to you. "You're crazy," you gasp, head slumping against the wall as you gaze up at him with incredulous eyes.

"Am I? Or am I just finally coming to my senses?"

You stare at him like a deer caught in the headlights as he descends his head towards you. You're frozen solid, unable to move a muscle even if you wanted to—like a little hare caught in his hunter's trap. His eyes dart down to your lips, his lids drooping as he instinctively surges forward. You gasp in fear, eyes shutting tight as you brace yourself for the impact.

But nothing happens.

After a second of heart-wrenching suspicion, you peek through your lashes to find Jimin's lips mere centimeters away from your own, close enough to feel the hot breath fan across your face, but not close enough to touch, "Relax," he chuckles, "I'm not going to kiss you… Not unless you ask me to."

"I'll never ask you to," you automatically retort as you try to lean further away from him. There's something so inviting about the pinkness of his lips. You can see yourself surging forward to test the softness of his mouth with vivid clarity. It'd be so easy too. Just a tiny jerk of your head upward, then your mouth would connect with his. Damn it… where are these thoughts coming from?! You sink further against the wall and bite down on your bottom lip to stifle the urges.

His eyes shamelessly follow the motion, watching the way your teeth worry at the tender flesh with meticulous care, "Why not?"

"Why not?" you repeat with a half-hearted scoff, "I've said this many times, and I'll say it again: I'm not attracted to you, Jimin."

"Yes, you are."

Your eyes shoot to his again, shocked by the sheer audacity of the man, "What?"

His lips twist up into a mocking smile, "I can see how hard your nipples are right now, ___."

Your jaw drops. Before you can stop yourself, your eyes instantly shoot down to your chest. Sure enough, those unfaithful bastards are on full display, straining against the thin material of your sweater. You curse yourself for forgoing a bra, and attempt to keep your cool façade, "It's cold in the room."

"Really?" he cocks his head to the side, the derisive grin still in place, "Then why are you sweating?"

Fuck.

"We… we're just friends, Jimin," you gulp, shaky hands rising to wipe at the sweat beading at your temples, "I don't know what's gotten into you, but if you're just looking for a quick fuck, there are plenty of fangirls who would die for the chance to hop on your dick. So why don't you just go pick one up off the street and leave me alone?"

"I don't want any of those girls though," Jimin says, easily pushing you back into the wall with one knock of his hips, "I only want you."

You choke back a gasp when his hipbone rams into yours, trying to scramble back for space, but none remains. As a result, you're forced to stand there and take it as he molds his pelvis to yours. And that's when you feel a prodding hardness against your lower stomach.

"Oh my god!" You exclaim in embarrassment, your struggles at escape increasing multifold. How long has he had an erection for?!

Jimin grunts deeply when your wiggling creates friction against his hard-on, "Mmm, that feels so good, kitten."

There's that pet name again. You fall immobile against the wall, not wanting to work him up any further. He sounds so hot panting against your neck, moaning his pleasure, that it's taking every ounce of strength you didn't realize you possessed to keep from jumping him. If you just angled your hips a few inches upward, he would be grinding straight against your clit…

Wait, where the fuck did that thought come from?!

You shake your head angrily and reach up to slap both palms against his chest, desperately trying to ward him back, "Stop, Jimin," you hiss, "You're not in your right mind right now. You don't actually want this!"

The playful expression on his face melts away at once. The temperature suddenly dips several degrees. "Who the fuck are you to tell me know I feel? You have no idea—absolutely no fucking idea—what I've endured these past three years, ___. Do you feel this?" he asks, thrusting his hips forward to press his erection against your stomach so hard that it bruises the skin, "Do you really think this is the first time you've ever gotten me hard?"

"…Yes?"

He snorts at that, "More like the first time today."

Your eyes widen with understanding. He wants you. Park Jimin wants you. It's beyond incomprehensible. You can't wrap your mind around it for the life of you.

"I've wanted you since the first time I met you, three years ago," he presses on, undeterred by your speechlessness, "But I was always just a friend, huh? Just cute little Jimin," he grows, emphasizing his words with a hard thrust of his hips that leaves you breathless, "Well, no longer. Now that I know that you think I'm hot, I've gotta try, ___. I'll never forgive myself if I don't… So look me in the eye and tell me that you don't want to fuck me too. If you can do that… Then we can pretend that this never happened… And I'll go back to just being your friend."

Your hands are still firmly planted against his heaving chest, and to your surprise, you find your fingers twisting in the fabric of his hoodie, "What do you do?"

He blinks in confusion, "Excuse me?"

"What do you do?" you repeat in a trembling voice, but somehow find the courage to press on, "When you're hard because of me?"

You see surprise flash across his eyes before it settles into dark heat, "I touch myself, of course."

"O-oh?"

"I can't even tell you how many nights I've laid alone in bed, jerking off to the thought of you… of how you hugged me that day… of how your breasts brushed my arm or worse—when you bend in those ridiculous short shorts you parade yourself in… as though you don't know what that does to me… fuck," he curses, groaning at the very memory, "But most of the time, none of that happens. All I have to do is just think of your pretty face and I'm hard as a rock… Have you ever thought about why I always sit with a pillow on my lap when you're around? Or why I take so many lengthy bathroom breaks?" he laughs, "Hell, I've even rubbed one out when you were in the room once. Best orgasm of my life."

You're shriveling at this point, writhing in embarrassment against the wall and clutching to the front of his shirt for dear life. "Oh god, Jimin!"

He grumbles in disapproval, "Don't moan my name like that, kitten. Not unless you want me to fuck you against this wall, right here, right now."

You lick your lips. Is that supposed to be a punishment? It sounds more like a reward… You squeeze your eyes shut again, trying to ward off the overly sensual images flooding your mind. It's been so long since you've last had sex… You're positive you'll pass out if Jimin even touches you. It's too much.

"Tell me you don't want this too," Jimin gruffly says, breaking through your muddled thoughts, "Reject me right now before I go fucking insane."

Your eyes flash open, and you open your mouth to do so. To tell him that you don't want to ruin your friendship. That you aren't attracted to him. But no words leave your mouth. Because that would be a fucking lie.

Jimin's eyes darken, "___, reject me right now… Or get on your fucking knees."

Time stops as you cower under his ravenous stare. Your heart freezes in its cage and your breathing grinds to a complete halt. Then, you find yourself sliding down the wall. You're still holding your breath as you press your knees into the hard floor, then glance up at him through your lashes.

All the breath he's been holding whooshes out in one long breath as he finally processes the meaning behind this action, "Oh god," he croaks. And then his hands are flying to his belt, tugging at the leather with desperate, trembling fingers. As soon as he gets it unbuckled, he instantly tugs down the zipper and shoves his jeans down, too impatient to remove them properly.

You watch in anticipation as the fabric bunches lower and lower on his hips, revealing his strong pelvic muscles and the tantalizing line of dark hair down his belly button, until his dick finally pops free from its stifling confines. You lick your lips at the sight of it, so hot and heavy as it bounces straight up into the air. You take in the swollen quality of his dick, the way it twitches and leaks all over his stomach. It's obvious that he has been hard for a very long time… It must be painful.

Jimin wraps a hand around the base of his cock, squeezing hard enough to turn the head a deep crimson as he stares down at your obedient posture, "Open your mouth."

You do as you're told, parting your lips and staring up at him with wide eyes as you wait for him to make use of you. Your eyes lock for a split second. Then Jimin leans forward to press his leaking head to your tongue… and you eagerly suck him in.

"Shit!" Jimin's hands fly to your hair, burying themselves in the tresses and tugging hard enough to bring tears to your eyes.

Pain from your scalp and your sensitive throat flares, but you put it all aside to focus on the way his gorgeous face scrunches up in pleasure. You can't see him clearly in the dark with his hoodie up and his fringe covering his eyes, but you can definitely see the way his teeth sink into his bottom lip. His glorious reaction makes you lave your tongue against the underside of his dick in reward.

Jimin gasps and yanks harder on your hair, "Don't do that," he growls, "Just s-stay still for a sec."

You try your best to obey as his fingers slowly loosen and stroke through your hair in apology. But he's thicker than you're used to and your jaw begins to ache after a minute, tired of being forced open for so long. You manage to pull your mouth halfway off before he suddenly grabs you by the back of the neck and shoves himself back inside. You choke at once, but that only makes your throat tighten around him in a way that makes him moan.

"This fucking mouth," he curses, "Do you know how long I've been thinking about this filthy little mouth of yours?"

Tears are streaming down your cheeks at this point, your throat screaming for respite, but he looks so fucking hot that you can't help but massage your tongue against his base, trying to wring out every last drop of pleasure from him.

Jimin throws his head back with a deep groan before he catches himself with a laugh, "You really like this, don't you, ___? Damn, I've never met a girl so eager to suck my dick before. This is so fucking hot."

Heat floods between your legs at his suggestive words and you can't help but moan, sending vibrations down to his groin.

"Fuck!" Jimin curses, fingers twisting harshly in your hair, "You're really desperate for my dick, aren't you?"

Your mouth is a bit occupied so you nod instead, trying to convey your need through your watery eyes.

"You look so pretty right now…" he croons as he strokes his fingers across your hollowed cheeks, "I want to give you what you want, kitten. I really do. But how fair would that be when you've kept me waiting for three whole years?"

And with that, he pushes you back by the forehead, physically pushing you off his length. You cry out in protest once he pops out of your mouth and wildly lunge forward again, "Jimin!" you yell in frustration.

He laughs at the irate look on your face and easily grabs your wrists when you attempt to touch him again, "I suffered for three whole years, ___. Every time you touched me or pranced around in your ridiculously low cropped tops or those skin-tight jeans… You've killed me, ___. Don't you think it's fair you get a taste of your own medicine?"

You furiously shake your head, "I didn't know, Jimin! And how was I supposed to know when you never said anything?"

"You've really never noticed the way I look at you? Hell, the way we all look at you? Pretty girl like you, you must know the effect you have on healthy, hot-blooded men. Don't try to play dumb, you little cocktease."

Your face is as hot as the sun as you gape up at him, unable to get up from your kneeling position even if you wanted to. Your knees are suddenly too weak. "Jimin… I'm sorry, I honestly didn't know…" If any other man said this shit to you, you'd be kicking him out the front door. But this is Jimin. Your thoughtful, respectful friend who has never treated you as anything besides an equal. This is completely out of character and so unbelievably hot that your core throbs painfully with need. "You should've told me!"

"And what? Have you reject me straight of the bat? Don't deny it. You've always said that you've only seen me platonically. How disgusted would you have been if I confessed that I wanted to fuck you?"

"Yes, it's true," you admit, "I've only seen you as a kid before… But that's only because you've only acted like a kid around me before this. But now," you managed to loosen one hand from his tight grasp around your wrists to stroke up his bare thigh, "Now… I've seen this side of you that you've hidden from me for so long. Now, I can see you as a man. So why don't you let me suck you off, baby?" you murmur, sweetening the deal with a little wink.

"No," he curtly refuses you, grabbing your wrist to lock back in place above your head, "Not until you beg for it."

"Please," you concede at once, too desperate to draw it out for another second. "Please let me suck your cock, Jimin."

Your words clearly affect him by the way his eyes darken and his grip on his erection tightens enough to make the veins in the back of his hand pop. Still, he holds out on you, "Ask me more nicely and I might reconsider."

You wet your lips with your tongue, shivering at his musky taste that lingers. And the desire for another taste gives you the strength to choke back your humiliation and try again. "Please, Jimin," you shamelessly beg, "I am so sorry, Jimin, but I swear I didn't know. But I am so fucking wet right now, you have no idea. I need this. I need you."

He doesn't say anything in response, content to just stare down at you with half-lidded eyes. You whimper under his intense scrutiny and attempt to shake your arms free from his grasp. But his muscles are as unyielding as steel and he easily holds firm.

Suddenly, he lets you go and steps back, retreating until he's put a whole body's length between the two of you. Chills slide down your spine at the sudden loss of heat. You slowly get back on your feet, pawing at the wall for support when your knees threaten to give out from under you. But then you look up to find Jimin pulling his hoodie over his head, revealing that he's forgone a shirt underneath.

You slump against the wall heavily when the smooth expanse of his golden torso is exposed to you, velvety skin stretched tightly across prominent muscles. Jimin hasn't been shirtless for a broadcast for years. He had told all the fans that he lost his abs. What a fucking liar.

Jimin catches you gawking with a grin, then shoves his jeans and boxers all the way down his legs, stepping out of them without a care. You've seen Jimin in revealing outfits before. Hell, when you first met him, he used to parade around in his underwear without a second thought. Back then, he had been such a sleazeball, haughtily flashing his abs and flexing his biceps all up in your face. But now his seduction is much subtler. He removes his clothes with little fanfare, with no excessive lip biting or flexing. All he has to do is look at you with those midnight black eyes, and you're creaming all over yourself. He possesses that quiet confidence that only comes with maturity. And it arouses you more than you can express.

"Are you just gonna keep staring, baby?" he drawls as he lazily strokes a hand over his weeping erection, "Or are you gonna come get this dick?"

You lurch forward at his words, like a sprinter at the sound of a gunshot. You must look utterly insane, rushing at him like a woman possessed, but you can't bring yourself to care. Jimin laughs and grabs your arm when you try to throw yourself on your knees to pray at his altar.

"I changed my mind," he says in a smoky voice, "I don't want your mouth anymore."

You rise back to your full height in confusion, "Then what do you want?"

A smirk spreads across his handsome face, "Your pussy."

He chuckles at your flustered expression and affectionately reaches over to slap your ass, "Take off your clothes and get in the bedroom."

On any other day, you'd be embarrassed by how quickly you jump to obey. But today, all you can think about is how badly you need to feel his bare skin against yours. You can't survive anymore of this teasing. So you jam both hands under your sweater and tug it off, angrily throwing it across the room and leaving you in just your flimsy night shirt. This time, you pause a bit longer before you boldly remove the last garment keeping your decency. The silky fabric brushes over your hardened nipples in such a tantalizing way that you can't help but shudder. You're so starved for contact that even this is enough to make your entire body tingle with need.

"Jimin…"

"You're forgetting something," he gruffly interrupts as you attempt to reach for him again.

Your eyes dart down your naked torso to the scrap of lace around your hips. You're so embarrassed that you feel like you might cry. Never have you been completely naked in front of a man without him so much as kissing you. All the sex you've had in your life has been clumsy groping under the covers with the lights off. So to be this exposed in front of a man critically scrutinizing your every curve from head to toe… Every instinct screams at you to run for your life.

As though sensing your unease, Jimin meets you halfway, "It's okay, baby," he says, reaching over to stroke his thumbs over your cheekbones, "Let me help you out, okay?"

When you shyly nod your head, he suddenly grabs you by the waist. "Jimin? What are you—ah!" you shriek in surprise when he sweeps you off your feet and throws you over his shoulder like you're a sack of potatoes.

The feeling of his strong muscles pressed against you makes your heart thunder in your chest. And your heartrate increases tenfold when you realize he's making his way to your bedroom. Jimin's impatience shows for the first time when he kicks open the door and dumps you on the bed without no prelude, fingers catching on your lace underwear in the process and carelessly tearing them off your body. Now you are entirely nude, and you scramble up against the headboards and spread your legs, eager to cut to the chase already.

But he never joins you. "Jimin," you whine loudly when he remains standing at the foot of the bed, "What are you waiting for?"

He doesn't respond to your question, too transfixed on the sight of your nude body spread out on the mattress for him. "You're so beautiful."

Your face flushes with heat. What is he even talking about? How is this bronzed Greek god complimenting you? Does he not see himself? You're a mere mortal compared to his celestial beauty. "Jimin," you groan again, anxiously twisting in the sheets and rubbing your thighs together for friction, "I need you."

His eyes finally finish the intense examination of your body to flick up to your eyes again, "Is that so? Show me how much you need me then."

You falter under his explicit directions. You're not normally that type of gutsy, ultra-confident woman in bed. Especially not with a new partner. And definitely not with one as incredibly gorgeous as Jimin. You can't help but feel subpar in comparison… But the way he looks at you, drinking in every inch of bare skin displayed to him like he's been wandering through a desert for three days and you're a cool glass of water.

From other men, this might feel objectifying. But from Jimin, you enthusiastically invite his lustful gaze, feeling your confidence soar with each pass of his hungry eyes down the length of your body. He can't help but fixate his gaze at your breasts and between your legs.

"I need you so badly, Jimin," you groan as you trail a hand down your stomach, "So fucking badly… Do you see how wet I am?" you say, emphasizing your words by spreading your womanhood open with two fingers. At once, a thick bead of arousal trickles down your labia folds to land at the curve of your ass cheeks.

Jimin jolts forward like he's been electrocuted, his tongue poking out as if to taste you, "You're dripping, baby," he murmurs, "It's so fucking… adorable."

"What?!" Your eyes snap to his in shock. That was definitely not what you expected.

Mischief dances in his eyes as he grins at you, "Your pussy is so cute, ___. So small and sweet and incredibly adorable!"

Your jaw clenches as you finally catch onto his little game. He deserves his revenge, and you know it, but this is the worst fucking timing possible. "Park Jimin," you growl his name in warning.

But his grin only increases in magnitude, "You're such a cute little girl, ___," he croons, "A teeny tiny little kitten."

Your knees snap shut at once, "Jimin, why are you so fucking annoying?!"

He laughs at your burst of anger, "Now you know how it feels," he quips, and with that, he shoves apart your thighs to make room for his head.

The first touch of his tongue to your slit makes you throw your head back with a moan, but he doesn't allow you a single second of respite before he begins to eat you out with vigor, eagerly sliding his tongue through your folds and lapping up every drop of your sticky arousal.

"Oh shit, Jimin," you swear through your teeth when he pushes two fingers inside of you, helping fill the void in your core. It feels so good that you find it hard to breathe. But then he wraps his full lips around your clit, sucking as hard as he can, and suddenly, you can't breathe at all.

The pleasure in the pit of your stomach spikes exponentially, nearly shooting to the top. It would concern you on another day how quickly you've approached your orgasm, but right now, it's impossible to process anything other than the wet heat of his mouth.

He eats you harder, sucking you in like a man dying, and working you closer and closer to your peak until your toes curl from the impending explosion. A split second before you can burst, Jimin suddenly tears his mouth away with a slurping sound that should make you feel embarrassed. Instead, all you can feel is rage at your orgasm being snatched away after such an extended period of arousal. You were so close.

"Jimin!" You shout in anger, propping yourself up on elbows to glower down at him, "What the hell?!"

He smirks as he licks the sheen of your arousal off his lips. The image is so filthy that you almost forget your anger for a moment. "Payback's a bitch," and with that, he pushes himself upright onto his knees on the bed, "Do you have a condom?"

Maybe he's finally taking pity on you enough to fuck you. Excitement bubbles through your veins as you nearly bounce straight off the mattress to rummage through your nightstand. Within seconds, your fingers brush the dusty, unopened box of condoms in the very back of the drawer. Nothing is more frustrating than the precious seconds wasted as you shred the box to pieces and rip open the first condom you can reach.

Jimin chuckles at your desperation and plucks the unwrapped condom from your grasp before you can put it on for him. "Jimin," you whine, watching with jealousy as he rolls the rubber on with smooth strokes.

He simply laughs again and moves to roll over on his back, sitting up against the headboards, "Quit your pouting and come ride me."

Your eyes widen with realization and you almost trip over your feet in your haste to rejoin him on the bed. Without giving a single fuck about what you might look like, you scramble forward on the sheets until you're straddling him, your wet heat pressed to his thighs. Then, you pause for a moment to look him in the face, almost expecting him to push you away to further tease you. To your utmost relief, he simply smiles and reaches up to tweak a nipple, "Get to it before I change my mind, kitten."

You don't have to be told twice. Without a second thought, you raise your hips and slam yourself down to the hilt, not offering either of you a chance to adapt. His thickness slams into you, filling you so hard like it almost hurts. Like a bullet to the gut, pleasure shoots through your system, and it's so overwhelming that you can't move at all, stunned motionless by the enormity of it all.

A hard slap on your ass jolts you back to consciousness. You blink through the haze to meet Jimin's midnight black glare, "Did I say you could stop?"

His predatory gaze, sexy a second ago, is suddenly terrifying when he looks hungry enough to eat you whole. You hasten to obey, bouncing up and down on his dick as quickly as you can to appease his anger. It works, for a second later, he slumps his head back against the headboard in satisfaction and rubs the raw handprint mark on your ass in apology.

"That's it," he sighs deeply, "Make me cum, and maybe I'll forgive you."

You whimper at his words, but can't help asking, "F-for what?"

His eyes lazily flicker to yours before settling on your bouncing breasts as you ride him as hard as your body can possibly handle, "For being such a fucking cocktease for the last three years. For making me hide in the bathroom to jerk myself off when we could've been doing this." He groans and squeezes your ass again, wordlessly encouraging you to continue your rapid pace, "Fuck. How could you have kept this sweet little cunt from me for so long?"

His words shouldn't be so sexy. They should make you feel degraded and enraged. No man should be allowed to talk to you like this. But why is this making you feel so hot? You'll get back at him for this, you swear. You'll tie him up and pin him to the bed and tease him mercilessly until he's sobbing your name. You'll make this wannabe fuckboy wail.

But not tonight. Tonight, you need to get off so badly that you could die. After this, you'll get your revenge, you'll make sure of it.

"Oh, shit Jimin!" You curse loudly when a sudden reangling of his hips make his cock hit that one spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. You've never felt so full before, and you can't help rutting against him like some kind of animal in heat. It's filthy and humiliating, but so damn good that your eyes squeeze shut and your head falls back?

"Want me to touch your clit, baby?" he asks in an amused voice.

"Oh, yes! Fuck yes," you exclaim, excitement etched in every syllable, "Please, Jimin."

He laughs sardonically at your fucked out expression, but nevertheless agrees. It takes just one brush of his thumb against your sensitive nub, then the pressure in your stomach shatters into a million pieces.

The orgasm hits you with the force of a tidal wave, sweeping you clean off your feet and threatening to drag you underwater. The pleasure is so powerful that for a second, you balk, frightened by the intensity. But it sweeps you up regardless, shooting down the length of your spine and spreading from your fingertips down to your very toes. Your back arches from the force of it all, your eyes squeezed tightly and your mouth open in a silent scream.

Wave after wave of pleasure courses over you in a seemingly never-ending fashion, until finally the orgasm runs its course and you flop back down on top of Jimin, utterly boneless and quivering like a leaf in the wind. You've just managed to rake a shaky hand through your sweat-drenched hair when a painful smack on your ass snaps you back into it.

You pull your head off his shoulder to find Jimin glaring menacingly at you, "Did I say you could stop?"

You gulp in fear and hasten to rock over him again, ignoring the screams of your aching muscles and the soreness between your legs that gets abused with every scape of his still-hard length. After a few seconds, your strength saps and you can't help but bury your face in the crook of his neck, "I'm tired," you whine pathetically, arms so weak that you can barely keep them wrapped around his neck, "Jimin, please."

He simply slaps your ass again, "I told you to make me cum, kitten," he growls, "Three years of torment, and you can't even do this for me?"

"I'm sorry," you whimper, "I'm just so tired."

He fists a hand in your hair to tug you away to examine the pitiful expression on your face. You know you must look like a hot mess covered in sweat with your makeup streaking down your face. But for some reason, this seems to appease him by the way his eyes darken. He runs his tongue over his swollen red lips, then suddenly wraps a hand around your neck to shove you backwards.

Your scream of fright is therefore choked back by his grip as your back crashes hard against the mattress. Without allowing you to recover from the shock, he grips your thighs hard enough to burn purple tracks in the tender skin, then slams into you. It feels like the breath has been wrung from your lungs and your hands instantly dart up to press against his abs, but this doesn't deter him in the least as he sets up a brutal pace, ignoring your comfort to chase his long awaited pleasure.

One of your closest friends of the past three years is currently using your body to get himself off. The sweet, considerate little Jimin, who always acted more like the maknae than the actual maknae, is snarling above you, surging in and out of your heat so fast that your head spins. You are almost completely limp at this point, numbly allowing him to treat you as a glorified sex doll to reach his high. You've never been so docile in bed before, and you want to do something—latch your fingers into the muscle of his thick thighs, grab his hair, raise your hips to meet his thrusts—anything. But you find yourself unable to move a single inch, hypnotized by the expression of contorted agony on his beautiful face.

He is plowing you now, snarls slipping through between gritted teeth and muscled arms bulging as he drags you forward by the hips to meet every single one of his hard thrusts, creating loud collisions that echo through the bedroom. He's getting closer now. You can tell by the way sweat drips down his brow and his bruised bottom lip catches between his teeth.

"Fuck, ___," he moans so deliciously that your overstimulated core throbs again, "Oh my god, you feel so fucking good. Shit, shit, shit. I'm gonna cum."

His words spark a burst of energy that you didn't know still possessed. Summoning everything you have, you force yourself to raise to your elbows and meet him thrust for thrust. His mouth hangs open at the feeling of you moving with him and his eyes flash to your face. The moment you catch his gaze with yours, you clench down on him as hard as you can, making him explode at once.

"Oh, fuck!" his cry of pleasure is the deepest, most guttural sound you've ever heard out of your cute little friend's mouth. His sheer, unadulterated ecstasy affects you as well, and you can't help but tighten around him, kindly milking out his orgasm until he abruptly collapses on top of you with no warning.

His body is wracked with shudders as he tries to come down from the intense climax, and his sweaty skin sticks to yours, practically suffocating you with excess body heat. Still, you curl your legs around his waist and hold him to you, too greedy to let go.

It takes a full minute of heavy panting before Jimin can find his voice again, "Damn," he grunts, then crushes his mouth to yours.

After all you've done together, it's somehow your very first kiss. He still tastes like you, and you're sure you taste like him, and the obscene combination makes you groan. His mouth is so soft, his lips unbelievably plush, that you find yourself growing addicted at once, unable to stop kissing him even if you wanted to.

For some reason, just making out on the bed with your sweaty limbs entangled in the sheets feels more intimate than even fucking him. He has both hands cradled around your skull, every inch of his body pressed against yours as he fervently kisses you like a man dying. He kisses your top lip, your bottom lip, then dips his tongue into your mouth to boldly stroke against yours.

It feels so nice that you can't help but protest when the discomfort the of filled condom finally gets to him, and he breaks the kiss to dispose of it. Your body feels as cold as ice when he pulls himself off of you to shuffle towards the trash can. You run your hands through your sweaty, disheveled hair with a deep sigh as you wait for him to return. After a minute or so of shivering in the cool room, you realize that there is something wrong.

"Jimin?" you call out, eyebrows furrowing in confusion when you find him standing at the opposite side of the room, looking down at you with unreadable dark eyes.

Finally, he exhales, "Should I leave?"

He looks so cute, awkwardly hovering in the middle of the room, hands shyly covering his nudity, that you want to laugh. How has the sex god suddenly regressed back to the cinnamon bun you love so much? "Come here, idiot," you say, reaching forward to grab his hand and pull him back on the bed with you.

Jimin's full cheeks turn a lovely shade of fuchsia when you press him against the mattress and throw a leg over his hips to keep him pinned, "___," he whispers, "Are you… are you mad at me?"

"Mad?" you repeat with a raised brow, "How could I possibly be mad at you for the best orgasm of my life?"

His eyes widen in disbelief, "It was the b-best?" he stammers, face flushing further in embarrassment.

You giggle at his cuteness and press a kiss to his cheek, "Yeah… So actually, no. I change my mind. I am pissed at you… Because we could've been doing this for three years?!"

He pressed a hand to his mouth to stifle his laugh of delight, "I guess we'll have to make up for it now," he says, turning to smile at you.

You fondly cup his face in your hands, "I have handcuffs in the bottom drawer of the nightstand, Jimin… if you're feeling up to another round, that is."

His eyes instantly spark with devilish mischief, "Are you going to let me tie you up this time, ___?"

"No," you bluntly inform him as you roll over to trap him under your weight, "This time I'm in control, kitten."

A/N:... please don’t judge me. As always, I don’t write sequels, so please do not ask ^^

#bts scenarios #bts scenario #jimin scenarios #jimin smut #bts smut #o m f g this was pure pwp lmao im embarrassed #also there might be typos oops #but i wanted to get this out to all of you #to celebrate my passing my defense!!!#whooooo #chimichanga #this is also a realistic description of how jimin fucked me over #during the wings tour #he went from my cute son #to this crazy bastard who needs to be stopped

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