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winetae · 4 years

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wall to wall (m.) 02

— female reader x hoseok

— smut, porn star!au

— sex work, insecurity, jealousy, slut shaming/objectification, role played scenario that includes: d/s dynamics - dom!hoseok, anal sex, sex toys, face fucking, double penetration, erotic massages, humiliation, degradation, porn star type dirty talk, squirting, creampie, lots of cum (and oil!)

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Temporary popularity is the biggest threat to your career right now. Without a solid core fan base you’re doomed to be forgotten. If not now, then in a month or two, and if not then, surely by the end of the year. That’s how quickly the adult film industry cycles through their actors, especially when you’re a woman.

Your agent comes forward with a proposition to help put you back on the map.

↳ or, my contribution to the lights, camera, action! collab : )

part 01 | part 02 | part 03

author’s note | part 2 is finally here ! ! ty to jordan who has encouraged me literally every step of the way and to ella for supplying a never ending amount of hoseok gifs and pics when i most needed it :’) i’m sorry again for cutting the chapter into two parts but seeing as this entire chunk only amounted to 1/3 of my outline for part two it’s safe to say i would have never finished this fic otherwise ;;

(!) if you are particularly sensitive to humiliation/ degradation then maybe u should skip the smut scene bc jdjffjkfkddkd cries in tears of heaux

SCENE 03 - PULP FRICTION. TAKE 02. ROLL A.

It’s hard to guess how a project will be perceived by the general public. Sometimes a xxx feature film everyone believed would do well sells less than expected, and with online pirating becoming such a rampant and common occurrence, it’s harder to measure the impact of your work. Views and numbers are no longer a reliable indicator of one’s popularity. You’re lucky that you’re signed under such a big talent agency because at least you’re guaranteed regular paychecks, regardless of how well you perform. But to survive in this industry you’re conscious that you need more than that.

According to Seokjin and his expert advice, fans are the ones who will keep an adult entertainer’s career afloat for longer than the average six months. It doesn’t matter how good-looking or well endowed an actor is; if fans aren’t interested and invested, there’s a slim chance that they’ll pay money from their own pockets to view your work. And in order to build such a strong and dedicated fan base, you need one of several things: regular content and an active social media account.

It’s a careful line to tread; not enough online interaction can make people lose interest, but so can overexposure.

You’re patiently waiting for what Seokjin baptizes “The Big Breakthrough” - the decisive project that will propel you into superstardom. None of your videos have ever garnered that type of traction, however, and you’ve been stuck repeating the same old recycled scenarios of plumbers/pizza delivery boys coming over to get the fuck of their life.

When your latest video is uploaded online, you do your best to steer clear from social media. As much as you want to see what people think of your performance, it’s too nerve-wracking to deal with on an empty stomach. You know that if you begin scrolling through the comments, you’ll spend all day glued to your phone, constantly refreshing the page to check for feedback.

And while you aren’t the type of person who lets negative opinions affect your morale, you are nonetheless worried that your time in the industry is about to run out. Lately, the thought lingers ominously in the corners of your mind.

In times like these, exercise is one of the best distractions, second to maybe sex.

Pia, the yoga instructor, walks you through several routines, bending your body this way and that, until your head feels pleasantly blank, devoid for once of any stress and self-doubt. The hour long hot yoga class puts your overthinking mind to rest. In that moment even the notion of time ceases to matter.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.

The instructor turns off his meditation playlist while the room empties out, soft chattering replacing the chirping of birds and the sound of cascading water. Slowly, mind still fuzzy around the edges, you gather your belongings and head straight to the vending machine to get a much needed dose of caffeine.

As you dig around the contents of your purse for spare change, someone comes up from behind and taps your shoulder.

“Eep!” You catch your bag before it can slip from your grasp. “What—”

“Shit, sorry!”

When you spin around, hands clutched protectively over your chest to keep your heart rate steady, you don’t expect to come face to face with Hoseok, of all people.

He grins sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Didn’t mean to give you a scare. I, um, recognized you from afar and thought I’d come say hi.”

Now that the initial shock has faded, you’re free to admire the sight in front of you without any distractions.

As handsome as Hoseok looks under the bright studio lights with his hair styled and make-up applied, there’s something undeniably appealing about the way he appears now - with his hair mussed up and sweatpants riding dangerously low on his hips. While you normally prefer someone who puts more effort into their appearance, there’s something attractive and unpretentious about his casual demeanor that intrigues you.

Heat surges to the apple of your cheeks when you realize that you’re being too blatant with your ogling. Your eyes settle on his face - a safe zone, one that won’t cause any misunderstandings. It’s a nice sight to look at. Hoseok’s face is pretty, the absence of powder and contour not taking away from his handsomeness in the least. His skin glows in a way that can only be achieved post-workout or after an intense orgasm.

This train of thought brings you down a slippery slope. All too soon, your mind supplies images of his long cock filling you up over and over and over again, his lips whispering praise and filth in the same breath. Your gaze flits to his mouth as you recall how red and swollen they’d been after kissing you senseless, how sticky and wet they’d felt against your own, the taste of your own succulence bleeding into your mouth as your breaths intermingled.

“You’re - yes.” You clear your throat, embarrassed by the way you’d quickly let your thoughts spiral out of control. “It’s fine, you just - caught me off guard. How’ve you been?”

Since you last dicked me down, goes unsaid.

“Just finished teaching a class a few minutes ago. I’ve got a 30 minute break before the next one starts.” He checks his watch. “Well, eleven minutes now.”

“You teach here?” You raise your brows, taken aback by his revelation.

Not that it isn’t uncommon for adult entertainers to work two jobs - or more. You’ve run into a variety of cases since joining the industry. Some do porn on the side, as a hobby or as a way to make a quick buck. They quit the moment porn becomes tedious or when they’ve made enough money to pay back their loans. For you, however, it’s not like that. What started off as amateur cam work has now become your whole life. You can’t imagine doing anything else, even if it means going against your family members’ wishes. They could go suck on a rancid cock, for all you cared.

“Yep, sure do. I teach the morning Pilates class on Wednesdays and Thursdays. Funny how I’ve never run into you before, huh?”

He takes a few coins out of his left pocket and inserts them into the vending machine. “Here, get whatever you want.”

“You don’t—”

“My treat.”

You want to argue but Hoseok’s too beguiling for his own good. It doesn’t take much for you to be won over; Hoseok’s smile widens and you’re a goner.

It’s that easy.

You’re not sure if it’s because you’ve seen each other naked before or if the earlier yoga session has successfully weakened your defenses, but you’re not as wary as you usually would be around people you don’t know well. Distrust runs in your veins yet something about Hoseok has you lowering your guard.

Based on your observations, there’s nothing calculated behind his gestures and mannerisms. The blinding grin, the jokes, the way people easily get pulled into his magnetic field - it’s not a facade or an act or a fluke. It’s just the way he is.

Hoseok leans against the vending machine and watches you press in the numbers for your order. From the corner of your eye, you see him studying your profile with a degree of intensity that makes you self-conscious. You swallow down the urge to fidget.

And it’s - silly. He’s seen you bare and at your most exposed, has kissed and touched the entirety of your body from head to toe, but this quiet moment feels strangely intimate, more so than when he’d slid his cock inside of you for the first time. Perhaps it’s due to the absence of cameras and prying eyes or the knowledge that right now you’re both real people, stripped of your porn star persona exterior.

Your eyes meet.

There’s nothing predatory or hungry about his gaze. The passion and the love he’d expressed so naturally during your filmed scenes are no longer detectable. Right now he’s Jung Hoseok, not a character with a role to play. This is all him - the dark circles, the relaxed smile, the slight slouch in his shoulders.

“About—” He clears his throat. “About the other day. The guy that was with you...”

You know without needing clarification who and what he’s talking about. You run your tongue across your row of teeth, wiping away the cheap coffee’s aftertaste, and nod for him to continue.

“He give you a hard time?” Hoseok’s eyes don’t stray from yours. He looks concerned. Serious. “Afterwards I - I regretted leaving so soon. I didn’t want to - I wasn’t sure. But, regardless, I should have made sure you were okay before leaving you alone with him.”

“Oh.”

Realization sinks in. Your eyes widen and you splutter, flustered. “No, no. It’s nothing like that. Jimin - he’s my boyfriend.”

It’s hard to appreciate the concern when all you feel is shocked that someone could misinterpret your relationship for a perverted staff member preying on an unsuspecting porn actress. Although it’s unfortunately common practice in the industry, it’s so far removed from what you share with Jimin that you’re at a loss for words.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Hoseok immediately rubs his face in embarrassment. “I thought - sorry. I’m a dumbass. Ignore me.”

“It’s -” You shake your head. “It’s fine.”

An awkward silence ensues.

You occupy the void by sipping on the bitter vending machine coffee, your eyes glued to your toenails peeking out the top of your sandals. Any other time, you’d fret over the chipping nail polish and rush to schedule an appointment at the nail salon, but your thoughts are so jumbled up that you can barely string a coherent sentence together.

Jimin - he isn’t anything like what Hoseok’s implying. Implied. You know this. But the fact that someone could mistake him as such doesn’t sit right with you. You want to defend him but at the same time you don’t know what to say.

“I just,” he sighs, breaking the silence. “I’ve seen it happen before. I’m sorry I assumed the worst. I guess I’m too paranoid for my own good. I hope I didn’t offend you too much. Or him.”

“No - I’m - I understand.” You give him a small smile to let him know you don’t harbor any ill feelings over the mistake. Hoseok seems so genuinely sorry about the entire situation that it’s impossible to hold it against him.

It’s possible, you think. To misinterpret your relationship with Jimin. The situation back then had been so tense - you remember that better than anyone. Given the context, Hoseok had every right to be mistrustful, especially when no one had bothered to set the record straight.

“I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep.”

“There’s no harm done.” You hesitate before continuing, “I’m that way too, you know. I tend to think the worst of people when I probably shouldn’t. I thought - I was worried about you at first, too. When we met. Not because - it wasn’t anything against you personally. I’m just distrustful. But I’m glad - that it was you and not someone else.”

His posture relaxes. “Thank you. I’m glad that it was you, too. And that I was able to prove you wrong about me. With the shit you hear and see happening on set… I don’t blame you for being on your guard.”

“Yeah. Maybe we’ll - oh. I think someone’s calling you.”

Hoseok follows your line of sight to where a small group of his students are huddled behind the glass panel separating the Pilates classroom from the hallway leading down to the changing rooms. They’re all female and look around your age, maybe younger. The one who had been waving her arms wilts under the attention of her teacher, blush high on her cheeks, while her group of friends dissolve into a fit of giggles.

“Ah. That’s my cue.” Hoseok sighs in apology, the corner of his lips tugged downwards into a pout. “Sorry. Would’ve loved to get coffee and catch up but alas. Duty calls.”

“Next time.”

“Yeah, definitely. I’ll hold you up to that. And it’ll be proper coffee next time! Promise.”

“Okay, deal,” you agree easily. “I’ll buy.”

He looks somewhat offended. “What - no, that’s not what I meant.”

“It’s only fair.” You gesture at the half-empty plastic coffee cup still warm against your palm.

Hoseok opens his mouth to object but a short-haired woman pokes his head out the open door. “Yo, teach! Wasn’t class supposed to start five minutes ago?”

“I’m coming!” Hoseok shouts back, waving his student back inside. “Arrogant brat.”

“Go, go!” You urge, holding yourself from physically pushing him towards the classroom. His group of students look like they’re willing to jump you if you keep hogging his attention.

“We’ll Rock Paper Scissors it!” He says while jogging backwards. “Gotta run but see you around, yeah?”

Your lips pull into an amused smile as you watch him retreat back to his classroom. Through the glass panel, you can see the horde of girls flock around him, each vying for his attention in different ways. You’re especially impressed by how one almost succeeds in drowning Hoseok in her generous cleavage.

The sight of Hoseok dealing with thirsty college girls is so ridiculous you can’t help but giggle. You’re tempted to attend one of his classes just to watch them all trip over each other in an attempt to seduce him. Maybe you could even learn a thing or two.

With that thought in mind, you leave the gym center in high spirits, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, ready to tackle on whatever hurdles the day decides to throw your way. You hum along to a top 40 hit they constantly play on the radio and decide to stop by your favorite restaurant to get take-out before heading home.

As you get into your car, you turn on your phone you’d disregarded all morning and are immediately notified of five missed calls and several unread text messages. More than half are - unsurprisingly - from your agent. You’re tempted to ignore him for an hour or two longer but you know how he gets once his patience runs thin.

“Don’t tell me you were out with Jimmy again,” Seokjin groans once you decide to call him back.

“I was with Hoseok, actually.”

“Hoseok?” Seokjin instantly perks up on the other side of the line. “As in, Jung Hoseok? J-Hope? Your baby daddy? That Hoseok?”

You contemplate ending the call.

Begrudgingly you concur, “Yes. That one.”

“Oooooh. Do tell,” he eggs, the smugness in his tone so thick that you can visualize it.

“It wasn’t - whatever scandalous thought you’re thinking. He works at the gym I go to. What are the chances, right?”

“What are the chances indeed.” Despite the lack of juicy gossip, he sounds pleased. “The news I rang you for earlier involves him.”

“How so?”

“Your video with Hoseok has been the number 1 trending video on Bang Gang’s home page since this morning!” He squeals, enthusiasm making the volume of his voice raise by a notch. “People are eating that romantic insemination stuff for breakfast and lunch. The views on this are insane! We haven’t gotten such a big reaction since the Agust D teacher-student role play and that was ages ago.”

“Wh- Are you serious?!”

Unable to contain the elation that surges through your chest, your face breaks out into a giant grin.

You’re admittedly the first to say that the number of views doesn’t equate to one’s talent or prowess in bed, but you also can’t completely disregard what this particular achievement implies...

While belonging to a reputable agency has its perks, it also entails continuous competition with big names. Your coworkers are also your competitors. Every month the most successful porn stars are rewarded and praised, whilst the ones who rake in the least amount of views are cast aside and are fated to fade into anonymity.

As much as you hate to acknowledge it, you’ve never had the support or interest it takes to contend for 1st place on any popularity polls or rankings of the sort. On Wednesdays, it so happens that the number one trending video spot is usually occupied by a popular femdom porn star who’s been in the game long enough to have secured a loyal fanbase.

Seokjin understands and empathizes with your excitement more than anybody.

“Yes, I’m serious! I think this is It, you know? Your Big Breakthrough, the moment we’ve been waiting for. You’ve been doing well so far but I think we’ll be able to go mainstream with this,” he chatters on, excitement building with every word. “Director Ryu said he’d personally call you up later to congratulate you, so don’t turn off your phone and ignore your calls, okay? I think he wants to ask you to film in his next movie but he didn’t discuss the details with me. Whatever it is - please say yes. I know the guy is a little pompous old fart but he really has an eye for this sort of thing. Casting you and Hoseok in the same film was the work of God. The chemistry between the two of you is unreal, no wonder people are jacking off to this at 10 am while they eat their cereal.”

You think it’s too early to rejoice in the success of your video considering the majority of the viewers are sleeping or busy at work - but when THE SPERMINATOR retains its number one ranking for the remainder of the week, you know your achievement deserves to be properly celebrated.

True to Seokjin’s word, Director Ryu does end up calling you. He wants to work with you and Hoseok again for a new film - and possibly more.

“A multi-film contract? You want to sign one with me?”

“How could I not? You’re both naturals and work well together. More importantly, the camera loves you. And people are on board with the pairing already! I think it’s a good idea to capitalize on their interest, don’t you think?”

It doesn’t take much more to convince you — not that you need any convincing at this point.

You refuse to be a flash-in-the-pan star. Although you admittedly had your reservations at first, the unexpected success of the last film is all Ryu needs to persuade you.

And - you like Hoseok. It goes without saying that there are far worse people to be partnered up with. Besides, it’s easier to work with co-stars you’ve starred in movies with previously for multiple reasons. Your acting is much more likely to come off as natural if you’re already acquainted with the dick that’s about to split you open - at least, that’s what you tell yourself.

When you mention the possibility of working again with Hoseok, your boyfriend doesn’t seem to share your enthusiasm.

“So it’s not a one time thing?” He’s not looking at you directly, his attention fixed instead on the freshly brewed coffee he nurses in his hands.

“I mean—” You smile tentatively. “Director Ryu hasn’t said for how long he’ll keep hiring us for his projects. Maybe - maybe he’ll keep the format and hire different actors in the future? He - he didn’t really say. I don’t think he has much of an idea himself. He’s very...peculiar.”

You force out a laugh, but your attempt to lighten up the atmosphere falls flat.

“I see.” Jimin brings the coffee cup to his mouth to hide his grimace.

You don’t need to see his dejected expression to know that he isn’t pleased with this development.

“Do you - is there something wrong with Hoseok?” You hesitate, unsure of how he’ll reply.

Jimin’s never insisted you step down from a project before or expressed his dissatisfaction with any of your ‘artistic choices’, although you always imagined that someday, somewhere down the line, he might. Compared to your past dalliances, Jimin is understanding and empathetic. You don’t expect him to be perfect, however, especially when you yourself are far from that. Everyone must have their own personal limits, right? It’s unfair to ask Jimin to be accepting all the time.

It’s just that...the timing is bad.

You want to take his feelings into consideration, but you’re also aware that this might be your last opportunity to get your name out there once and for all. Your previous works have never tanked, so to speak, but they’d mostly gone by unnoticed. While you’ve managed to make ends meet in the past, such anonymity cannot go on for much longer if you want to remain in this line of work.

Your lipstick wears off as you bite your lower lip. Silence hangs heavy in the air.

Jimin sets down his cup of coffee and averts his gaze.

“No. No, there’s nothing wrong with him.”

You breathe out in relief, only now realizing you’d been holding in your breath as you awaited his answer.

“It’s a bit difficult,” he admits after a pause. “Watching both of you together... Not because it’s bad! You did really good last time. You always do, but - saying ‘I love you’, that kind of stuff, it’s - I don’t know. It’s not your fault, though! I just need some time to adjust. Next time shouldn’t be as strange - since I know what to expect...”

You blink slowly as your brain registers the confession. His words echo in your ears and a strong feeling of déjà-vu washes over you. He’d said something along those lines before, hadn’t he?

Jimin shrugs like it’s no big deal before continuing, “As for Hoseok... He seems like a good person, I guess. I don’t think he’s the problem. Whether it’s him or another guy...” He sighs. “I think I just need to work this out on my own. It’s not like I can ask you to turn down a job offer because of me, right?”

Guilt makes your stomach turn. He’s right. As much as you want to respect his feelings, you can’t bring yourself to turn down the job for his sake. Does that make you selfish? Does he think less of you for it?

“Alright...” When you reach out to take his hand in yours, his skin is surprisingly cold to the touch. “You’ll tell me if it ever bothers you, okay? Filming this - or anything else. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable with what I do...”

You’re not sure what you’ll do if that moment ever comes to pass. Work is your number one priority in life. Many of your relationships haven’t worked out because of that very reason but your past lovers’ dissatisfaction hadn’t been enough to change your mindset. After all, work is what helps put money on the table, not love. You shake your head, as if the action will help you get rid of your stressful thoughts.

Jimin nods as he interlaces his fingers with yours. On normal days, holding hands together puts your mind at rest. You love the way his hand fits in yours, the different skin tones blending into one.

Right now, his pale hand feels unnaturally cold against your own. It feels like winter itself is embracing you and you repress a shiver.

Maybe as his girlfriend it’s not the right choice to make, but — you can’t falter now. It physically pains you to admit it but Seokjin’s worrying isn’t unfounded. Your career is stagnant, your projects predictable and boring. You’re not bad at your job, but you don’t stand out amidst the sea of pretty girls hoping to make a name for themselves.

There’s no guarantee that Director Ryu’s new project will be as successful as the first. You’re no stranger to false hopes; there’s a chance that Seokjin’s wishful thinking might never amount to anything. Even so, you want to give it a shot. Not trying feels too much like giving up and giving up is not an option you’re willing to consider, not when you’ve already put so much on the line.

You’re not a quitter. Seokjin had warned you from day one that it wouldn’t be easy and you’d taken his lessons and warnings to heart. You’d become an adult entertainer fully aware of the trials and tribulations you’d have to face and had been prepared to make the necessary sacrifices in order to achieve your goals.

But are the risks truly worth it? Looking at Jimin’s dejected expression, you’re not so sure anymore.

They’ve really gone all out this time, you muse as you cast a cursory glance at your surroundings. A small, electric waterfall fountain sits in the far right corner and crimson colored scented candles are dispersed all around the elaborate massage parlor set-up, dousing the room in a cosy, amber glow. It’s a surprising sight because porn sets are famous for never focusing on the details. Viewers are here for the sex, not the generic backdrop of a rented room or hotel suite.

Director Ryu vehemently protests.

“That’s precisely what sets apart my works from your average pornography film. I want the viewer to be completely immersed in the movie they’re watching. Porn is too constricting and underwhelming a word. What I’m creating is a feast for the eyes, one that leaves a lasting impression after consumption.”

“Ah... Yes.” You try (and fail) to sound impressed.

“People want to believe the sex is real, even if it’s just for an hour.” He sighs deeply, sounding pained, like explicating such a simple fact isn’t worthy of his time. “They need the escape and it’s our job to make it happen. A few extra candles might not make a colossal difference at first glance. But that’s where you’re wrong! It’s never been about the candles. It’s about the ambiance! The visual experience!”

It’s a pity the new budget doesn’t extend to your wardrobe, you remark internally as your gaze drops to observe the stylists’ pick of the day.

For the upcoming scene, you’ve been instructed to squeeze into a tight, baby pink shirt that stretches obscenely over your bust like something straight out of a frat boy’s wet dream. Inwardly, you congratulate yourself for hitting the gym religiously because your clothes—or lack thereof—put everything on display. The cotton material of your shirt is so thin, you’re surprised the stitches haven’t popped out, while the denim bottoms you sport are so tiny that you could hardly qualify them as shorts. Although—you suppose that there isn’t any use debating over semantics. It’s not as if they’ll stay on long enough for it to matter.

The scenario that you’ll be acting out today is pretty straight-forward. You stop by the parlor to cash in a voucher gifted by a generous and thoughtful friend. Hoseok, who plays the role of an erotic masseuse, gives you a deep tissue body massage worthy of a five star review on Yelp.

Director Ryu is extremely proud of the pitch. His spectacles glint as he pushes them up the bridge of his long nose.

“We’re gonna call it My Bare Lady. Haha, get it?” He gloats. “It’ll be different from our last shoot - the both of you aren’t supposed to be acquainted with each other at all. In fact, there won’t be any romance. We’re aiming for something new because as artists, it’s our duty to reinvent ourselves every day. Complacency is the enemy of creativity.”

At the mention of Hoseok, your gaze flits over in his direction.

His brown hair, two shades lighter than the last time you’d run into him, is swept to the side, giving him a professional and tidy appearance. He’s swapped his workout attire for beige scrub pants and a matching shirt. The color compliments the glow of his tan and the cut of the uniform is flattering to his figure. Diretor Ryu’s speech continues despite your wavering focus.

“—visual stimulation. That’s why one shouldn’t underestimate the proper use of props. A believable setting sets the tone for the rest of the scene. If you don’t believe the role you’ve been given, then why should the audience?”

“Mhm,” you nod here and there but you’ve long stopped paying attention to his one-sided speech.

Your eyes linger on Hoseok’s arms and the dimples that appear every time he laughs. You’re not the only one who stares. A small group of admirers flock to him like bees swarming around a rare and exotic flower.

You’d noticed it before but today confirms it; Hoseok’s presence is riveting. It’s not the first time today your gaze has strayed his way. More than once, you find your eyes drawn to him like a moth to a flame only to quickly avert your gaze whenever your eyes meet. Each time, the right side of his mouth quirks into a half-smile, the beginning of a question forming on his lips.

It’s embarrassing to be caught red-handed gawking but, in your defense, you aren’t the only one who ogles him—and many of them are far less discreet than you try to be, some gazes curious, others downright lecherous.

It bothers you. What exactly do you and everyone else find so fascinating about his character? He’s good-looking, sure—but you’re no stranger to handsome and pretty co-stars with nicely shaped dicks. You can’t put a finger on what sets him apart from the rest.

The gaffer comes over and momentarily interrupts the flow of Director Ryu’s monologue with a personal inquiry. Thank God. You use the opportunity to slip away, grateful that someone has put an end to your misery. As thankful as you are to the director for the career opportunity, you could do without his long-winded speeches that never seem to end.

“Hey, Hoseok.”

His smile widens, the corners dimpling the moment he spots you. “Hey! It’s been a while. Who would’ve thought we’d get to work again so soon, huh?”

“I didn’t think our last movie would do so well, honestly.”

Without its success, who knows what kind of movie you’d be participating in right now? Another re-hashed version of ‘BABYSITTER GETS CREAMED’ type scenario, most probably.

“I guess that’s a testament to your acting skills, right?”

You smile back, sheepish but nevertheless pleased. It always feels nice to be complimented, especially on days like today when you’re feeling less confident than usual.

“You changed up your hair.”

“Yeah! I thought I needed a change.” He threads his fingers through his locks self-consciously. “It looks fine, right?”

“It does!” you agree with an enthusiastic nod.

Jimin, who had insisted to be present on set today, hovers on the edge of your periphery. In the back of your mind you know he means well—that his presence is meant to be a source of support and security. On a typical day, you’re relieved that someone you trust is close by in case the situation escalates. While you’ve never had any horrific experiences, there have been the occasional uncomfortable encounters behind the scenes. Thankfully, Seokjin or Jimin have always stepped in before whichever entitled asshat could get too handsy.

But for the first time, his presence doesn’t comfort you the way it usually does.

Your smile becomes stiff.

The last thing you want is for Jimin to misunderstand the situation... Despite his claims of not having any problems with you shooting again with Hoseok, you can’t forget the stony expression on your boyfriend’s face as he had stared your co-star down, his grip around your waist strong and possessive.

“Are you okay?” Hoseok inquires, noticing your change in attitude. Worry creases his brow. He takes a step forward as if to check up on you.

“I’m okay!” You wave your hands around in the air, if only to maintain the distance separating your figures.

Despite your energetic reassurances, Hoseok looks unconvinced. He tilts his head to the side, his eyes narrowing in concern.

You wrack your head for an acceptable excuse. “Maybe I have pre-performance jitters? It’s nothing serious, though!”

It’s not too far from the truth, either. You feel more nervous than usual... Maybe because you’re aware that today’s shoot will most likely make or break your career. If the results prove to be disappointing, you don’t want to imagine what that means for your future.

You shake your head, refusing to accept any talks of early retirement.

But what other choice will you have, your inner voice argues. If no one is interested in viewing your works, no production company will want to book you for their movies. Even if you’re able to shoot half a dozen films after this failed attempt, the interest and support from viewers and higher-ups will soon dry up.

Hoseok’s features soften.

“Look, I know we don’t know each other that well yet, but if my opinion means anything... I think you’re really amazing.” His deep brown eyes reflect sincerity. “I haven’t had this much fun performing with anyone before and it’s not just ‘cos you’re fucking hot.” He laughs to cover up his embarrassment. “Maybe it’s a bit of a reach to compare the two, but porn is a bit like dancing in a way. There’s a choreography to follow, a certain rhythm and mood you have to get into. But the most important part is the chemistry and trust between you and your partner. And you - when I perform with you, it doesn’t feel like I’m acting at all. Not many people have that ability. For what it’s worth, I think you’re pretty special.”

“T-thanks,” you stutter in reply, taken aback by his candor. “I appreciate that.”

You’re not the only one caught off-guard by Hoseok’s frankness. He rubs the back of his neck and chuckles to fill up the momentary lapse in conversation. A bashful smile inches its way across his face, but surprisingly he doesn’t break eye contact.

You quickly change subjects, unwilling to acknowledge the slight fluttering in your stomach.

“...So, you dance?”

It’s not the smoothest transition, but Hoseok’s face instantly lights up.

“Yes! I mean,” he pauses and clears his throat. “Not professionally. I minored in dance. But it’s something I definitely enjoy, you know, to blow off some steam. Ah, wait a sec—”

He takes out his phone to show you short video clips of his dancing. He pulls up his instagram account and scrolls through an eclectic mix of mirror selfies showcasing his bold fashion choices, dog pics, and videos of him working out and dancing.

“Here’s a recent one.”

You don’t know much about dance but in spite of your little knowledge in the subject, your eyes stay transfixed on the screen in front of you. “Whoa...”

The way he moves is enthralling, for lack of a better word. You know from experience that his body is flexible and agile, lithe and strong, but seeing it in action like this leaves you speechless, momentarily robbed of coherency. You can’t even describe it. His execution of the choreography is sharp and powerful, yet his body doesn’t look rigid. On the contrary, his movements are surprisingly fluid and he never misses a single beat. You watch in astonishment as he pushes himself off of his knees after bending backwards in one fell swoop.

“Eh? Is it even possible to move your body that way?” Surely if you try to mimic him, you’ll look like a flailing chicken. “That can’t be safe...”

Hoseok laughs at your shocked expression. “It takes a lot of practice. You should come to a workshop one day! My friend teaches beginners. He’d be glad if you could join. The more the merrier, right? You don’t need to know any of the basics... And if you’re worried about people poking fun—don’t. Dancing isn’t a competition or anything.”

“I dunno.” You hand him back his phone after watching the video loop back for a second time. “I think my back would crack if I attempted any of that.”

“I think you would do really well! You’re pretty flexible and I don’t think you need to worry about stamina. Your core muscles are also really well developed. Based on what I’ve seen, you have a good sense of balance and beat awareness, so even if you’ve never danced before, you have the body and disposition for it.”

“Well... I guess I—”

“Hey.” Jimin interrupts, plump lips curved into a polite smile. You try not to let your surprise show; you hadn’t even noticed him approaching. He kisses your cheek and slides his hand into yours, clasping it between his own. “Sorry to interrupt, doll. Seokjin wanted to have a word with you before the shoot.”

“Oh.” You blink, your eyes darting back and forth between Jimin and Hoseok. “Um...if you don’t mind?”

“That’s straight,” Hoseok steps back, shoving his hands down his pockets. He shoots you a tentative smile. “I’ll catch you later.”

You feel bad for ditching him mid-conversation after he’d been so nice, but you know how annoying your agent can get when ignored for too long.

Jimin’s fingers tighten around yours. When you look up, he’s pouting, his lips pursed and brows drawn together.

“Is something on your mind?”

You can see the hesitation flicker across his face. When he finally meets your gaze, his expression is troubled.

“It’s nothing...” He looks away again and the grip he has on your hand loosens.

“Hm.” You swallow down any further inquiries, worried you’ll upset him.

“What was that about, anyway?” he asks casually, trying his best to look uninterested. “You and Hoseok look like you’re getting along well.”

“Yeah.” The memory of your previous conversation makes you smile softly despite yourself. “He’s a nice guy.”

“I can imagine.” Jimin mutters under his breath. Before you have time to question him again, he straightens his spine, his features twisting into an apologetic expression. “Look, I gotta help setting up the cameras. I’ll see you after the shoot.”

“Ah... Alright.” You fight to keep the disappointment of your face. Since you only have a few minutes before filming begins, you’d been hoping to spend it with him.

As if reading your mind, Jimin leans in and kisses you, his plush lips soft and familiar against your own. You expect him to pull away after a few seconds but his left hand slots itself behind your neck, bringing you in closer to deepen the kiss. His other hand angles your head to the side, giving him more access, and he doesn’t waste any time before brushing his tongue against the roof of your mouth.

You respond to the kiss as if on auto-pilot, but your thoughts are all jumbled in your head. Jimin’s always been a good kisser but he’s rarely kissed you quite like this. His style is more of a slow-burn, the kind that slowly creeps up on you and leaves your whole body numb with pleasure. Every press of his lips feels like a silent prayer of worship and each swipe of his tongue tastes like adoration. You like that he takes his time, like you’re not just a quick meal to curb his hunger but a delicacy worthy of being savored.

Right now, this kiss feels unfamiliar. Urgency replaces devotion. Perhaps it’s because he’s short on time, but his touch is hurried and sloppy. He bites your lower lip, hard enough for it to hurt, and licks into your mouth when you mewl out a gasp of surprise.

“I wish I could just mark you up,” he pants against your parted lips. They feel tender when you smack them closed.

“The makeup artist is going to strangle you for messing up my lipstick.” You fake a scowl. You’re not half-wrong, though. Once she sees how swollen they’ve become she’s bound to take out her frustration on the closest available victim. “If you marked me for real, she’d probably kill you. Don’t tempt her.”

He chuckles and pulls back, letting his hands fall to his side. His eyes dart to somewhere behind your shoulder, his smile curving into a smirk.

“You’re right.” He sighs, looking back at you. “But that’s easier said than done. You’re hard to resist... Anyone would agree.”

Something dark clouds his eyes but whatever it is, it’s gone in the next blink.

You laugh, pleased nonetheless by his flattery. “Didn’t you say you had to help set up? You’re going to end up in trouble because of me…”

Jimin snorts but backs up all the same. “Don’t worry about me. Besides, you’re worth getting in trouble for.”

Someone behind you gags dramatically. “Absolutely sickening.”

When you whirl around, your agent shoots you a disgusted glare. “I was wondering what was taking you so long but I should’ve known you two were out here fabricating babies. Have you no shame?”

“I’ll see you after the shoot!” Jimin says quickly, eager to get away from Seokjin and his sharp tongue.

“See you.” You smile sweetly, ignoring Seokjin’s grumbling. You feel a pang of jealousy as you watch him scurry out of sight. If only you could avoid Seokjin’s pre-performance motivational speeches...

“Anyways.” Seokjin looks noticeably less irritated once Jimin is gone. “I wanted to check up on you before filming could begin. How’s your ass doing?”

You don’t bother hiding your grimace. “Squeaky clean and stretched.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” He sounds proud. “Don’t make that face. It’s your first anal scene after all. Doesn’t hurt to be prepared, right?”

By ‘be prepared’ he means following a strict diet prior to shooting, waking up at the ass crack of dawn to get a colonic, stretching out your asshole for a good thirty minutes using a fuck ton of lube, and constantly rehydrating yourself throughout the day to the point where you’d gone to the bathroom more times than you could count on one hand.

You’re never this thorough with prep before having anal but apparently that’s the difference between fucking in the privacy of your own home and on camera.

“There’s a reason why cleanliness is one of the fundamentals of anal sex, especially when shooting porn. It’s a pain...in the ass...but this way, no one sees something they’d rather not see,” had explained Seokjin after giving you a non-exhaustive list of detailed steps to follow. You suppose there’s logic behind his reasoning. Due to the magic of 4k-quality videos, viewers can now easily see everything, down to the sweat droplets dotting your hairline and any makeup-covered skin imperfections, so you don’t want to imagine what they’ll notice once the camera zooms in on your back entrance.

“Eventually you’ll get used to squeezing water out your bum on the regular.” He shrugs. “You’ll also start to avoid certain foods on your own. The dietary restrictions aren’t that bad, all things considered, and your body will thank you for eating more spinach than you’re used to. Greens are good for your health even if they taste like yuck.”

Athough his suggestions are well-intended, you don’t need another 25 minute speech on all the know-hows of filming anal sex. The first time had been more than enough.

“Thanks for the advice!” you interject right as he opens his mouth to continue his counseling. “That reminds me I need to get this butt plug out of my ass before we start shooting.”

Seokjin sighs. “That would be preferable, yes.”

He doesn’t need to know that you’ve taken out the butt plug in the bathroom half an hour ago. Any excuse will do, as long as you’re spared from listening to his passionate discourse on the benefits of high-fibre food diets and his long list of enema tutorial video recommendations.

The fussing, you think, is unnecessary. You’re not worried about the upcoming sex scene, even if it will be the first time someone other than your partner sees you in that position. No, what troubles you is the possibility of the audience growing tired of seeing you onscreen now that they’ve witnessed you take it up the ass. Boredom is the reason why so many of your peers are forced to end their careers prematurely, after all. Why else is Seokjin so adamant about you pacing yourself and not filming everything there is to film right off the bat? You’ve always held off shooting anal, double penetration and the likes, for that very reason. Although you have no qualms with the act itself, you’re worried that you’re now one step closer to retirement.

The thoughts sit on your shoulders like a heavy weight as you get ready for the scene to come. You listen to Director Ryu’s instructions as he describes the scenario’s key points, your character’s motives, and what sex positions you should include before the scene comes to an end.

“The rest is up to you,” he says with an encouraging nod. “I want the words to come from the heart! Let yourself be a vessel, a way for your character to express their innermost desires.”

“Leave it up to us.” Hoseok’s smile radiates confidence.

“I like your enthusiasm!” Director Ryu approves, clapping his hands together. He misses the way his two leading actors exchange exasperated glances over his shoulder. “Good, then we’re all set? Remember where the cameras are positioned, please, or else we’ll have to reshoot to get the right angles.”

“Got it.” You nod, eager to get this show on the road. Between him and Seokjin, your ears are about to fall off from the incessant chattering. Even the camera men are starting to grow restless.

Speaking of... You meet Jimin’s gaze, the sides of your mouth upturning the moment you spot him. As usual, he looks slightly out of place standing between the other crew members, his white, ironed dress shirt neatly tucked into his black pants providing a stark contrast with his co-workers’ unkempt appearance.

Jimin mirrors your smile and your shoulders immediately relax. A lot of people may not understand why you’d allow your boyfriend on set while you’re fucking someone else, but his presence brings you a strange sense of comfort that’s hard to put into words.

The sound of your name being called pulls you from your line of thought.

“Can you scoot over to the right? Just a little.” Director Ryu orders while glancing at the monitor. “Yes, that’s much better. And can we fix the lighting, please? My shadow’s getting picked up by the camera.”

Now that the start of the shoot is right around the corner, your stomach cramps up with a nervous kind of anticipation. Your tongue feels like cotton in your mouth and even when you swallow, the unpleasant feeling doesn’t go away.

You clasp your hands together in your lap to hide the minute trembling of your fingers. It’s strange, you think. Ever since you started working with Hoseok, you always get too wrapped in your thoughts. Not necessarily in a bad way, at least not all the time, but --

“You all good?” Hoseok asks, low enough that the mics won’t be able to pick up his questioning. “Do you need some water?”

You shake your head. “I’m good, thanks.”

He hesitates but doesn’t push. “I just wanna run this with you one last time. I know we already signed the consent forms but I’d feel better talking with you about the scene directly.”

“Oh.” You remember he’d done something similar last time, too. “Sure.”

“Anal aside, are you okay with the use of degrading names during the scene?” His eyes never leave yours, like he wants you to know how serious he is.

“I’m okay with you calling me a whore.” Your shoulders loosen up. It’s easy to relax when you’re on familiar territory. Working in this industry requires complete transparency. There’s no shame in discussing your kinks just like there’s no shame in admitting the acts you’re not comfortable performing. “As long as I can call you a slut.”

“That’s fine.” His lips quirk up, but not in a mocking or dismissing way. “I don’t really have any hard limits myself, except for what you’ve already seen on paper. Degradation is fine with me. Call my dick tiny all you want, I won’t take it to heart.”

You laugh, forgetting to keep the volume down. “I’ll keep that in mind…”

“So degradation is fine. Is humiliation okay as well? Situational and verbal?”

“I like that.” You bite your lower lip as you remember your encounter with Min Yoongi a month or so ago, how turned on you’d been from his words alone. “I’ll admit I haven’t dabbled too much in BDSM on the porn scene, but I enjoyed what I’ve done so far.”

“That’s good to know.” He raises his brow. “Ever since we received the pitch for today’s movie I’ve been trying to think of ways to make it, uh, more interesting. So to speak. But I didn’t want to take any initiatives if they made you uncomfortable. Oh, also I meant to ask if there was anything you wanted to include in the scene aside from anal sex.”

Somehow you’re not surprised he’s put thought into this. Last time you’d worked with him, he’d been overflowing with suggestions as well. Maybe because the previous filming formats aren’t as flexible, but it’s not often you meet someone so willing to exchange ideas before filming.

The change is more than welcome. For the first time, it feels like your opinion actually matters. The two of you quietly go back and forth discussing different possibilities while the filming crew finish setting up the set the way Director Ryu wants it.

“Alright,” Ryu calls, settling into the director’s chair. Somewhere in the background, the gaffer wipes off his brow. “Everyone ready to rooooollll?”

Hoseok takes a few steps back and reaches for a nearby clipboard.

Miraculously, you note distantly, the swarming of butterflies in your stomach is now gone. Your palms are no longer clammy and cold with perspiration. When you swallow, there’s no lump of nerves stuck in your throat.

Hoseok sends an encouraging smile your way right before Director Ryu yells “ACTION!” and he schools his features into a more polite, appropriate expression.

He doesn’t speak up right away, just walks over to where you’re sitting on the massage table in a leisurely manner. You open your mouth to fill the silence but he beats you to it.

“Welcome to Happy Ending Clinic, where we ensure every client leaves feeling 100% satisfied. We guarantee high quality services personally adapted to suit the needs of our every client,” Hoseok says in lieu of greeting, the lilt in his voice smooth and practiced, like he’s used to repeating this introduction multiple times throughout the day. “My name is J-Hope and today you will be in my care.”

“Nice to meet you.” You’re careful to keep your back ramrod straight, hoping the stiffness in your body will be picked up by the cameras.

The role you’re playing today is more reserved and awkward than the usual unabashed and bold characters you’re used to acting. And while it’s not your first time pretending to be coy and shy for the cameras, such behavior isn’t second nature.

His smile, whilst professional, radiates warmth. You suppose it’s meant to be reassuring.

“I will do my best to make this session unforgettable.”

His gaze sweeps over the clipboard sitting in his hands.

“Hmmm... ______, is it?” When you nod in affirmation, he continues. “It says here it’s your first time visiting our establishment.”

You’re surprised at how naturally he adapts to the role he’s been assigned to. The words that roll off his tongue sound like his own.

“Yes... Honestly, I - I didn’t think it was necessary, but my friend insisted - I mean, she recommended I visit this place...said it would do me some good.”

You wring your hands in your lap. You’re lucky the character you’re playing today is supposed to be a little shy and rigid. Otherwise, you’re not sure Director Ryu would have let your awkward stuttering slide.

“That’s not a problem.” The lines of Hoseok’s mouth bend into a reassuring smile. “Let’s see... It says you’ve booked an hour-long session?”

“Yep.”

“Then with your permission, I’d like to take fifteen supplementary minutes to find out which massage course is best suited for a novice like you. It’ll be free of charge, of course.”

You nod, eager to get the show on the road. Given your character’s disposition, maybe you should have pretended to mull over the proposal for a few seconds more - if only for appearance’s sake - but you’re tired of all this talking. Impatience gets the best of you.

“Oh! Yes, that sounds fine.”

He pulls out several colorful mock pamphlets and hands them over for you to peruse their contents. You try not to let your astonishment show.

It’s the first time you’ve seen a prop team this devoted to their task. Although the insides of the brochures remain blank, you still can’t believe someone actually took the time to print out fake brochure covers. You appreciate the effort, even if the covers do look like they’ve been made by someone who’s looking to major in ‘graphic design is my passion.’

You hold one up at random and pretend to read through it, hoping that whoever will watch the movie later will ignore the ugly block font that spells out ‘NAUGHTY MASSAGE : FOUR HANDS EDITION.’

“Inside, you’ll find a detailed explanation on the various vegan, cruelty-free products we use. All of our treatments are oil-based and you can choose the scent of your choice. If your skin is particularly sensitive, we have essential oil-infused body butters that work just as effectively and leave the skin silky smooth to the touch. Depending on your skin type, you might be interested in testing—” He takes out several jars all while explaining the different health benefits of ylang ylang essential oil.

Once again, you’re caught off guard by his convincing performance. Even though you’ve been given several pointers by the director before filming, Hoseok is the one who ultimately calls the shots. Inwardly, you wonder how he manages to come up with such original lines on the spot. Despite not being a professional actor, Hoseok’s intuitive choices are beyond your expectations.

The thoroughness of his explanation makes your head spin. Cruelty-free products? Body butter? You have no way of knowing whether his statements are fabricated for the sake of the vague storyline - but you suppose the credibility of his words doesn’t really matter in the end. It’s the small details he sprinkles here and there that help you immerse in the scene.

His proficiency in acting makes all of your worries melt away. It’s hard to believe he’s only a rookie, just starting off his career, and not an acting veteran with dozens of movies under his belt.

Not wanting to be entirely overshadowed by your co-star, you furrow your eyebrows, determination set into your features.

“I’m sorry... I’ve never done this before. They all look the same to me.”

“Ah.” Still, Hoseok’s smile stays amiable and professional. “Well, let’s go about it this way - why do you think your friend insisted you visit our establishment?”

You catch your bottom lip between your teeth, your gaze dropping to the floor in order to avert his probing stare. “I - um. I haven’t had - I mean, I guess I’ve been stressed lately. More pent up than usual. I’ve tried exercising and meditating and mas- uh...well everything, honestly. But nothing seems to work. I’m snappy all the time and...frustrated.”

Today, the character you’re playing is a bit more bashful, too timid to voice her desires into spoken words. “It’s all about the tension! The build-up!” Director’s Ryu’s voice echoes in your mind as a reminder.

“I see,” Hoseok nods, taking your comments into consideration. “On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate the quality of your sleep?”

“A five...” you say after a moment’s hesitation. “I don’t wake up during the night, but it takes me a long time to fall asleep.”

“Do you feel any pain anywhere?”

“Pain? No, not really.” You roll your shoulders back, conscious of the way your perky chest juts out, nipples prominent through the cheap fabric. “My neck does feel sore from time to time but I think it’s because I work an office job. They say staying hunched over in front of a computer all day is bad for your health.”

His gaze roams your figure, quietly assessing. “It is.”

“May I?” he asks, taking a tentative step closer. “I think I’ll need to gauge your level of sensitivity for myself. We’ll adjust the intensity of the massage depending on how much pressure you can withstand and how your body reacts to different types of stimuli.”

Your brows lift. “Oh. Sure, why not.”

“Move back a little. A bit more.” You obey his instructions without second thoughts. “That’s perfect, thank you.”

Your legs dangle awkwardly over the edge of the massage table. You can probably close them if you wanted to, but you don’t miss an opportunity to expose yourself in front of the cameras. The shorts you’re wearing are more like tiny scraps of denim put together with the help of a few stitches. You’re certain that if someone were to really look, they’d see the outline of your pussy lips.

Hoseok walks around the table to stand behind you. The sensation is somewhat familiar—right away, you’re reminded of the first encounter with Hoseok, the one where he’d wrapped his arms around you and whispered words of love into your ear. You close your eyes and let the images flash by in quick succession. The memories all come rushing in at once—an artist’s lips painting your skin like a brush would canvas, a potter’s agile fingers molding your body from clay, a lyricist’s tongue composing sonnets into your weeping, open cunt. Your body remembers it all.

When he finally touches you, his hands radiate warmth the shadow of his memory does not.

A shudder runs down your spine.

Oblivious to your inner thoughts, Hoseok carefully gathers your hair into a ponytail and moves it out of the way. His mobility no longer restricted, he lets his slender digits travel down the slope of your neck, the pads of his fingers digging into the meat of your shoulders.

“You’re unusually tense here.” Concern colors his voice as he increases the pressure.

Suddenly the discomfort you’re to convey to the audience is no longer feigned. “Ow!”

The wince that mars your face is authentic. You try to wiggle out of his grasp to relieve the sharp ache in your shoulders. Hoseok’s grip is strong, however, and he keeps you exactly where he thinks you ought to be.

“Hmm...”

He massages your arms one by one. The circular movements he traces across your skin are a lot more gentle this time around, and you allow yourself to slowly relax under his touch. He manipulates your body like one would a rag doll, pulling your arm over your head.

“Can you reach behind, towards your neck? How about a little lower? You should feel a stretch here.” He taps at an arm muscle.

“Yeah… I can definitely feel it.”

You suspect that Hoseok’s stunt as a Pilates instructor is what’s helping him sound so experienced and natural.

“Good.” He lets out a pleased hum. “Hold the position for as long as you can.”

His hands reach around your body to squeeze your perky breasts. You gasp at the rather rough way he handles your tits. Perhaps it’s because you’ve been told to forgo a bra, but you’re much more conscious of his every action - from the way his fingers splay out, cupping the fullness of your breasts between them, to the way he kneads your mounds with his entire palm as he gropes you from behind.

“How often do you masturbate?” he asks in an almost offhand manner, his tone is more clinical than casual. The question is crude and direct enough to distract you from the way his fingers encircle your nipples through the cotton fabric of your shirt.

You recall Ryu’s earlier directions: unlike your first movie together, this tryst is not romantic in nature. The scenario that you’re acting out this time doesn’t involve sweet kisses and whispered declarations of love. Feelings aren’t on the table.

You pretend like the bitter taste you swallow down isn’t disappointment.

“Um.” You struggle to remember the initial question. Luckily, your mental buffering comes off as bashful and true to the character you’re playing. “I, uh, I guess masturbate often?”

“But it isn’t enough, is it?”

His question comes off as slightly patronizing. Before you can formulate a suitable answer, Hoseok’s fingers tweak your hardened nipples and your back bows under the pressure. You oscillate between the desire to thrust your chest out in offering, and the pressing need to flee the sharp sensations his skilled hands provoke.

“I - um!” You squirm helplessly as he continues playing with your breasts. “It isn’t!”

“Just as I thought.” He pinches both of your nipples and pulls at them until you cry out in half-pain, half-pleasure. The thin material of your shirt doesn’t dull the ache; if anything, the cotton scratches your skin, rubbing the nubs raw.

Despite your very visible discomfort, Hoseok doesn’t let go. You can only sit there obediently while he has his fun, knowing that if you wiggle too much it’ll only worsen the pain.

“Ah!”

Only then does he release them. You fight against the urge to cover your sore nipples. Your flimsy shirt hadn’t provided any protection against his rough onslaught, none at all.

“You’re quite sensitive,” he observes, giving your breasts one last squeeze.

Finished with his appraisal, he steps away and picks his clipboard up. He makes his way around the massage table, coming back into view, and scribbles something onto the paper with a ballpoint pen. He looks so absorbed in his work that you almost fall for the act.

You worry your bottom lip, crossing your arms over your chest self-consciously. Without a bra, your hardened nipples are clearly visible through the thin shirt. They jut out in a distracting way; Hoseok’s eyes drop down for a split-second in appreciation before flickering back to the clipboard in his hands.

“Your body is wound up. It’s tense in places it shouldn’t be.”

“Is that...a bad thing?”

“No. Your case is not abnormal.” He shakes his head and offers you a reassuring smile. “Although... Hm. When was the last time you achieved an an orgasm?”

You look away, mumbling your answer in an embarrassed voice. “Last night.”

More scribbling. He taps the end of the pen against his chin, pretending to be lost in thought.

His eyes glint when he asks, “How many times did you cum?”

It’s not real - none of this is - and yet you can feel warmth spreading from your cheeks down to your chest. It’s a strange sensation, stuck somewhere between humiliation and arousal, and it makes your entire body heat up from the inside out.

“Just - Just once…”

“Look at me.”

Your eyes snap towards his on command. He looks relaxed, unbothered, like he’s discussing the weather forecast and not your masturbation habits. You want to look away but something in his stare pins you in place.

“You’re telling me the truth, right?”

“Yes! I’m not - I wouldn’t lie.”

“Good.” He smiles pleasantly, nodding to himself. “So. You came once. Did you use your fingers? Or, perhaps, a toy?”

He’s still staring at you, forcing you to look him straight in the eyes while you confess your sins. Your thighs clench together and you struggle to focus on the conversation at hand.

“F-fingers.” Your breathing becomes ragged as you imagine Hoseok’s fingers replacing your imaginary ones. They’d fill you up nicely, too. Compared to your own, they’re longer, capable of reaching places yours can’t. All you’d have to do is hook your arms under your knees and keep your legs spread wide open. He doesn’t even need to take your clothes off; he could pull the seam of your shorts and underwear to the side and fuck you just like that. “I only used my fingers.”

He raises an eyebrow like he doesn’t quite believe you. Somehow, that makes the fire between your legs burn hotter. It’s like - he knows you’re too cockhungry to settle for just fingers. And if a mere stranger can tell how desperate you are to get fucked, what about the rest?

“Interesting.” Hoseok’s eyes darken by the minute. “And do you prefer clitoral stimulation to penetration?”

“I-” You pause and struggle to formulate your response. Your ears feel hot. In fact - your entire face feels like it’s on fire.

The embarrassment you feel doesn’t make sense - you’ve never had any qualms discussing sex. You can talk candidly about any topic for hours on end, from the condom brands you prefer to advice on how to maintain a rash-free pussy, to the point where some people might think you’re over-sharing or being too crass. Discussing intimate topics shouldn’t be a problem.

It’s not even a real dialogue anyway, so why do you -

“Yes?” Hoseok leans forward, interrupting your train of thought. The corner of his mouth is upturned, like he can’t help but be amused by your discomfiture.

“I like, um.” You close your eyes, hoping that it’ll somehow make the admission easier. It doesn’t. The darkness makes you feel even more exposed, like all your secrets are laid bare for him to see. Your voice quivers when you answer. “I - I touch - I mean, sometimes I’ll - my fingers aren’t long enough. So just rubbing the outside is - fine.”

“Ah. You like being stuffed full, I take it?” Hoseok’s vulgar vocabulary makes your eyes snap open in shock. He smirks, not expecting you to answer. “Poor girl.”

You shake your head, your reply dying in your throat. With every word he utters, your thoughts become fuzzy, muddled.

“What did you imagine last night while you were getting off? A stranger fucking your face? Big men taking turns using your cunt? Tell me. In detail, preferably.”

“I don’t see how-” The sharp look in his eyes makes you swallow down any protest. Still. You can’t get your mouth to work correctly and you look back at him helplessly.

“Is there a reason why you can’t tell me?” He tilts his head to the side, the smirk on his face growing, canines flashing. “Oh. I see.”

You flinch, your face impossibly hot.

“Were you thinking of today’s session?” He chuckles, delighted. “That’s quite naughty of you. Although, I can’t blame you, can I? We are known to deliver the best orgasma. It’s only natural to imagine what would happen.”

That’s right, you think. You’d spent all night fantasizing about a faceless, nameless stranger’s hands all over your naked body. How long had it been since you’d felt someone’s touch? Their tongue buried deep in your cunt, fucking you until your thighs trembled? Even your best dildo couldn’t hold a candle to a hot-blooded, throbbing cock.

Hoseok taps the pen against the clipboard, the staccato sound filling the silence.

“One last question.” He makes sure he has your undivided attention before continuing. “No need to look so worried. I won’t ask you what lewd thoughts you get off to, although maybe in future sessions I’ll expect that of you.”

You don’t linger on the implication there - that you’ll undoubtedly come back for seconds - and nod your assent for him to go on.

“Did you cum hard while thinking of getting fucked by me today?”

You inhale sharply, struggling to hold his stare. “I… The sheets were so wet afterwards, I had to change them.”

“I see.” He jots something down on his clipboard but his reaction doesn’t give anything away. Nervously, you pull on a loose string hanging from the hem of your short. “Hm…”

After a few seconds of silence he speaks up again, done with his assessment.

“Well, normally for first timers such as yourself we’d recommend starting with a more soothing body massage. But I think in your case a more thorough massage is needed. It’s not a cause for concern!” He adds quickly, as if to assuage any growing fears. “But in my professional opinion, I think the massage I have in mind for you might be more beneficial than the beginner level massage.”

“Um, what does this massage entail exactly?”

“We call it the full treatment. In other words - it’s a deep tissue penetration massage,” Hoseok explains calmly. “It includes an internal massage. We’ll use a variety of methods but rest assured - all techniques are tried and tested! You’ll be in safe hands.”

You pretend to mull it over.

Hoseok waits for your nod of confirmation before instructing, “There are towels at your disposal.” He motions to the pile of fluffy white towels folded neatly on the bench. “Feel free to use them. While you change into a...less restricting outfit, I’ll go retrieve the rest of the massage equipment. See you in a bit!”

And with that he’s gone. The privacy he grants you is, of course, just an illusion. Even without looking in their direction, you know that the cameras’ lenses are all focused on you, waiting to capture the impending striptease. You’d forgotten about them but Hoseok’s absence reminds you of their presence.

Per Director Ryu’s earlier instructions, you make a show of taking off your clothes. Teasing the camera comes naturally to you thanks to your prior experience as a cam girl; you know exactly which angles are the most flattering and which ones, on the other hand, emphasize your flaws.

Your back arches as you peel off your shirt, drawing attention to the swell of your breasts and the curve of your waist. Not long after do you shimmy out of your shorts, exaggerating the swing of your hips for the audience’s viewing pleasure. You try not to show your surprise when the dampness of your crotch sticks to your folds as you pull them down your legs - you hadn’t expected how much a simple tit massage and few exchanged words would rile you up.

The denim pools around your ankles and when you bend over to retrieve the useless item of clothing, you’re acutely aware of how your wet, waxed pussy peeks out from between your thighs. You stay in position, giving the camera ample time to zoom in, and while the stretch isn’t painful (thanks to your yoga lessons!), it is a rather awkward position to maintain.

Once you straighten up, you take a few seconds to fold up the shirt and itty bitty shorts before setting them aside. Normally, you’d leave your discarded clothing strewn about but you can’t imagine your character behaving in such an uncouth way.

With that thought in mind, you wrap yourself with a short towel. Rather than covering your intimate bits, it’s so short that it emphasizes your nakedness. When you go to sit on the massage table, the towel rides up, leaving you exposed and you have to fold your hands in your lap to preserve a semblance of modesty.

It’s easy to convey nervousness while you wait for Hoseok’s return. While you’ve never attended any drama school, you have watched plenty enough Netflix dramas to know which physical cues are more or less effective - constant fidgeting, shifty eyes, audible gulping. Since it’s your first time putting your knowledge into practice, you’re not certain how convincing your acting is, but hey, isn’t it the effort that counts? You’re not here to audition for the starring role in Hollywood’s next summer blockbuster, after all.

Hoseok knocks twice before entering, stopping your self-depreciation in its tracks. He’s abandoned the earlier clipboard for a large, nondescript, white cardboard box that rattles with every step he takes. It sounds more ominous than it actually is.

If Director Ryu is truly aiming for realism, he wouldn’t make Hoseok carry back the items in a fucking box, you think privately. Who even does that? Although you suppose realism isn’t the be-all end-all, no matter how much the director insists. Sometimes viewers like to be metaphorically edged and endlessly teased, and all this guessing only adds to the build-up, making the climax more than worth it. They could, of course, fast-forward to get to the juicy sex scenes, the crux of the matter, but you’d like to believe all this extra effort is worth it.

You blink curiously back at Hoseok, feigning ignorance.

“Oh good.” He beams in your direction, his eyes drinking in your scantily-clad figure. “Now that you’re more comfortable, please lie down for me.”

He sets the box to the side, opens the lid, and takes out a bottle of oil while you settle down on your stomach and carefully rearrange your towel so that it covers your bum.

“I’ve chosen bergamot essential oil for today’s massage. It’s a nice, citrus-like scent that’s not too overwhelming because it’s been mixed in with sweet almond oil. Its many virtues include, but are not limited to, increasing the body’s energy flow and enhancing feelings of joy and freshness.”

“That sounds lovely.” You sigh dreamily. Getting massaged and getting dicked down in one go? Hell yeah. That one is a no-brainer for sure.

There’s a shadow of a smirk on Hoseok’s face when he rounds on you, like he’s somehow privy to your thoughts. That, or your eagerness is too transparent. You’re betting on the latter.

His voice lowers an octave, the low timber making shivers run down your back.

“Shall we begin?”

He moves your hair to the side, leaving your neck and back exposed. He then pulls down your towel so that it uncovers the expanse of your back and covers more of your bottom half instead.

“Is this alright?” he inquires. As if testing the waters, his fingers trace down the line of your spine, stopping right before your lower back dips into a curve.

You moan your assent. “More than.”

Hoseok takes the bottle of oil and drizzles its contents over your skin like a painter splattering ink onto a blank canvas. He spreads the lubricant all over your back, rubbing your skin in circular motions until you’re coated with it. You let out a few pleased sounds here and there that are not entirely faked or exaggerated. He definitely knows what he’s doing with his hands.

Honestly, you feel sorry towards your co-star who’s stuck doing most of the work while you’re splayed out like a starfish. It feels a bit unfair that you’re getting paid more than him when he’s the one putting in most of the effort. Had you any shame, you’d give him half of your pay for his services. Alas.

“Tell me if it hurts anywhere,” he warns, not unkindly.

Your back stiffens. You expect Hoseok to replicate the rough treatment he’d inflicted to your breasts, but contrary to your expectations, he kneads your body gently, almost tenderly. The contrast between this touch and his earlier ministrations messes with your head. When his hands outline your flank, his fingers prodding the sides of your breasts, you swallow a hopeful sigh as you wait for him to envelop your soft mounds and roll your sensitive nipples between his skilled fingers.

Betrayal brews in your gut when he fails to indulge your fantasies. You’re tempted to grab his wrist and guide his hand to where you need it the most but you miraculously hold yourself back. Since the scene doesn’t call for that much impatience and desperation on your part, you’d hate to be the reason why Director Ryu asks for a re-take.

Thankfully, he soon puts you out of your misery. Hoseok retreats, done teasing the sides of your breasts for the time being. You’re not sure it’s relief or disappointment that swims in your lower belly, but Hoseok doesn’t give you time to dwell on the question. Almost as soon as he retracts his hands from your back, he redirects his attention to your legs. His hands, warm and slick from the oil, glide over the back of your calves and thighs with ease. His thumbs rub circular shapes into your flesh as he slowly works his way up, the pleasant sensations leaving your whole body boneless.

“You loosen up well.”

Hoseok’s fingers skirt the hem of the towel. Your breath gets caught in your throat as he toys with the fabric.

“Will you open up for me, pretty? You look tense right here.” He flips the towel up, revealing your bare lower half. He wastes no time before gripping the meat of your ass cheeks, fingers digging into the supple flesh. He spreads your cheeks apart, cool air blowing against your exposed holes, and lets them jiggle back into place after giving the camera ample time to capture the view. “Hm. Looks like you haven’t been properly stretched out in a long time... We’ll fix that today.”

Bolts of pleasure run through your body. The whole situation is ludicrous and yet, for whatever reason you cannot pinpoint, moisture gathers between your thighs with every passing second, adding to the mess dripping from your folds.

“Um, like this?” You part your legs open slightly, as if unsure. In situations like these, the biggest challenge is to act diffident and coy when all you want is for your co-star to blow your back out.

He tsks, the sound sharp and reproving. It goes straight to your core and makes your belly clench with unspeakable need.

“How am I supposed to fuck your holes open in that position?” He has the audacity to sound impatient. “Work with me here.”

He grabs your ankles and separates them himself, ignoring your yelp of surprise. Unaccustomed to the stretch, the muscles in your thighs strain with the effort to hold the position.

A whine slips out your mouth. He’s so mean.

While you expect Hoseok to act somewhat distant and objective because of the role he’s playing, his fluctuating behavior gives you nothing but whiplash. One moment he’s cordial and friendly, the epitome of what a professional should be, the next he’s treating you like you’re his plaything, not his client.

His grip around your ankles is firm and unyielding. He’s got you spread impossibly wide, your legs dangling dangerously off the edge of the table with your waxed holes exposed for inspection.

“That’s good, just like that.” His hands let go of your ankles when he’s sure you won’t move from the position he’s steered you into. He strokes up your legs, the touch feather-light and fleeting. “Keep your legs spread wide. I want to see your cute little holes on display.”

His crude remarks make your body flush with heat.

Even if this is the sort of place that offers sexual gratification, Hoseok’s wording toes several lines. As his client, he should be focused on giving you pleasure, so why do his comments make it sound like you’re here for his entertainment instead?

Despite your character being fully aware of what type of establishment she’s visiting, you reckon Hoseok’s words are enough to make her squirm in embarrassment. There’s something filthy about the way he orders you around and bends you to his will. Even you’re not indifferent to the impersonal way he handles your body like a doll. Flickers of arousal lick up your spine, and with your legs extended so far apart, it’s not difficult for Hoseok to notice how much you’re wound up.

The position is far from proper. Hot streaks of humiliation burn through you when you imagine how easy and slutty you must seem to whoever is watching. You don’t dare move from the pose he’s maneuvered you into, not because you’re scared of the consequences, but because his presence demands obedience. Even without explicitly saying so, he’s made it clear that for the next hour or so, you’re his to toy with.

“Good girl. You open up so nicely.” Hoseok purrs, satisfied with your compliance. “Now let me see what I’m working with here.”

He swipes his index finger through your glossy folds, the action forcing you to stifle a startled gasp. It’s nothing like the erotic oil massage you’d experienced minutes prior. The touch is inquisitive, clinical, assessing. Like he’s testing out a new product before purchase.

You want to stay still but you’re so wound up from his incessant teasing. The slightest caress makes the hairs on the back of your nape stand straight. Hoseok is all too aware of this fact. The tip of his pointer finger comes in contact with your clit, the touch more delicate than a feather's caress. Hoseok watches with thinly veiled amusement as you jerk against the table.

“You really are sensitive,” he all but coos. “What a treat. Don’t need any oil when you’re leaking all over the table like a faucet. How long has it been since someone touched you here, hm?”

The teasing lilt in his voice borders on condescending. Heat simmers under the surface of your skin as you struggle to collect your thoughts.

“Eight months,” you squeak just as two of his fingers dip into your slicked up entrance.

“No wonder you’re all worked up.” He slides his digits right up to the knuckle, the glide so easy it’s embarrassing. “Needy holes like yours should be used more often.”

He fucks his fingers into your pussy one, two, three times, before pulling away, chuckling under his breath when your hips push back, greedy and desperate for more. Using the same hand he’d used to test out your cunt Hoseok slaps your ass once, the sharp sting making you still at once.

The damp mark on your ass is a testament to how fucking soaked you are. You can’t imagine what kind of mess the cameras are picking up on - but maybe you don’t have to.

Hoseok wipes his fingers off on you, using you to clean himself off. Although you can’t see anything because of the way you’re laying down, everything feels wet and filthy. He rubs your own juices onto your skin, reminding you of the intensity of your need.

And just when you don’t think his mouth can get any filthier, he proves you wrong.

“I can tell you haven’t been stretched recently,” he sighs, almost disappointed. “You’re just gagging for a pounding, aren’t you? It’s a shame your fuck-hole is too tight to take a big cock or I would have given it to you right away.”

Your lower body clenches as his words wash over you.

The idea sounds downright delicious. Hoseok is right. Even if it’s just for the sake of the storyline, there’s nothing more you want right now than a good, hard fucking. It would take him less than ten seconds for him to pull his hard cock out from his scrubs and make a home for himself between your thighs. Images flash through your mind of Hoseok’s hands on your breasts, in your hair, around your throat. You want him to cover you, smother you, as he forces you down against the table and takes his fill. You want his lips on your skin, hot and possessive, as he uses you like the cocksleeve he needs you to be.

God, you want that. You want to be used hard, to be fucked full until you break. You need this - your character needs this.

You whimper, high-pitched and needy. “Please. Please, I want it. I want - I want your cock.”

“I’m sure you do.” Hoseok all but scoffs. “Why don’t you just sit still and relax for me? I’m going to massage you until you’re nice and loose, alright? First-timers like you could get hurt if they’re not prepped properly but I’ll get you ready, don’t worry. By the end of this, you’ll be able to take big cocks in all your holes like a pro.”

“Shit.”

You bite back a moan, startled at how much you’re turned on.

Porn dialogue is rarely arousing. You’re the first to tune out your partner whenever they talk for longer than a minute. It’s because you hear the same exact shitty lines repeated so often that you’re half-convinced there’s a porn acting for dummies handbook being circulated around.

Although… Maybe if Hoseok’s lines had been delivered by someone else, they wouldn’t have the same effect on you. That’s the difference, you think to yourself. Hoseok’s delivery. The cockiness that infuses his every word, the way he confidently carries himself… He does it all so convincingly - nothing like the wooden and awkward memorized performances you’ve witnessed from fellow actors.

While you’re lost in thought, Hoseok rummages inside the cardboard box. Without his touch or words to distract you, it’s harder to ignore the building arousal between your legs. As the seconds tick by, your shameful desire only worsens.

Before you can crane your neck or voice your confusion, Hoseok returns, humming under his breath.

“We’re gonna try a different massage technique now. This method will help with lubrication,” he explains evenly. “I’ll use a special vibrating tool that will massage hard to reach areas.”

“Um…” You swallow, blinking rapidly. “Okay.”

“It’s not as scary as it sounds. We’ll start off slow and I’ll gradually up the intensity once I deem you ready for the next stage. How does that sound?”

A click, followed by a low buzzing, fills the room.

You gasp when the vibrating object comes in contact with the back of your knee. Hoseok’s free hand settles on your leg - a nonverbal reminder to keep your legs wide open for him as well as the cameras.

“See? Nice and easy. Nothing to be scared of.”

He rotates the tool in slow, even circles. You force yourself to relax and accept the foreign massage, disregarding how strange it feels to have small vibrations travel up and down your leg. After a few minutes of him repeating the same motions on your other leg, he slowly makes his way up your thighs, the rounded tip of the tool dangerously close to your drenched pussy.

A pleading whine reverberates in your chest. The electric whirring of the vibrator is not enough to soothe the burning between your thighs. If anything, it makes it worse. You need more, you think urgently.

Hoseok moves to the side of the table so that the cameras can get an unobstructed view of your clenching hole. It’s the first time you’ve seen his face since he made you lie down. From his voice alone, it’s impossible to tell how affected he is. More than once you’d caught yourself wondering… Does he like what he sees? Is he enjoying himself?

A dark streak of satisfaction crosses over you when you notice the hunger in his gaze, his pupils blown so wide his brown eyes look black. Drool pools in your mouth when you spot the sizable tent in his scrubs.

The fact that you’re at the perfect height to suck his dick doesn’t slip by you. He could flip you over onto your back, your head hanging off the table, and use your mouth to his heart’s content. You whimper at the thought of him fucking your face, your mouth reduced to a fleshlight for him to get off. You could probably cum like that - his cock buried deep in your throat, his fingers pressed against the side of your neck to you struggle around his length, while his other hand reaches down to grab at your breast, using it as an anchor to fuck into you harder.

“Shit, you’re really making a mess of my work table.”

Hoseok’s gaze is trained between your legs. He wets his lips and adjusts his hold on the vibrator. The sudden movement changes the angle, positioning the tool right over your dripping entrance, closer than ever to your swollen clit. The vibrations suddenly feel louder and stronger than before. If this keeps up, you reckon that it won’t be long before you’re hurtling towards the edge of a precipice.

A moan slips past your parted lips, loud and wanton. Embarrassed by the sheer need that colors your voice, you quickly shut your mouth closed, hoping that your desperation goes by unnoticed.

Hoseok chuckles, the sound sharp and mean. He comments on your obscene behavior, how you’re acting so slutty it’s a wonder you’d kept this side of you locked away for this long without people suspecting your love for cock. Every word infiltrates your mind, leaves no corners untainted, until all you can think and breathe and smell is him.

“Over the years, I’ve seen a lot of sluts parade in here and pay for my time,” he says, his dulcet tone making the degradation sweeter. You hang onto each and every word, letting yourself fall deeper into a haze of arousal and submission. “But it’s been a while since someone like you showed up. Just look at this… Your little fuck-hole can’t even take a bit of teasing without getting me dirty.”

The buzzing between your thighs switches back and forth between strong pulses and rapid, little vibrations. You keen, shaking from head to toe in pleasure. Your thighs are wet, sticky with your juices, and your clit is hard and aching for attention.

You don’t even want to know what state your sopping pussy is in. Every time your body jerks and trembles, you feel the pool of arousal that’s gathered underneath you. It’s - embarrassing. That you’re this soaked and close to cumming when he hasn’t even touched your clit or fucked you with his cock.

In the midst of your pleasure-induced haze, your eyes meet his. The lines of his face are drawn into a smug expression, his gaze smoldering. Embers of arousal light up his dark eyes, and you can only stare back at him, clit throbbing, as he ups the intensity of the vibrations.

“Fuck! Oh God, oh I’m-” Your legs thrash, hips lifting off the table in an effort to escape the shocks of pleasure zapping throughout your body. Mercifully - or not, depending on how you looked at it - Hoseok brought the vibrations down a few settings, until the whirring had quieted down to a low thrum.

“Feeling good, huh?” The grin he sends your way is positively wicked. “I think you’re ready to take more.”

More? you think weakly. Any more and you’ll explode, like popcorn kernels in a microwave.

For a second you think he’ll bring the vibrator up to your clit. Maybe even slide the long, phallic-shaped vibrator inside your pussy so that it’ll stretch you out like he’d promised. What you don’t expect is for him to bring it down to your other hole, the powerful vibrations rattling you to the core.

Your surprised gasp is so loud, not even the buzzing of the toy drowns it out. Hoseok places his available hand on your left hip and pins you to the table, the gentle weight keeping you steady.

“That’s right,” he soothes, voice smooth like silk. It sounds patronizing, almost like he’s calming down a dog startled by thunder or explaining right from wrong to a small child.

“Um.” You let trepidation inch its way into your voice. “You - what are you doing? That’s not - that’s dirty.”

“What is?”

“My,” you pause, humiliation coiling tightly around your spine. Hoseok presses the toy harder around your rim, its coat of arousal making the tip slide over your sensitive skin. You’re tempted not to answer but you know Hoseok wants you to voice the dirty words. “My asshole. It’s - dirty. Please - I… I don’t think you should touch it. It’s not right.”

You mumble the end of your sentence like you’re embarrassed to say such a scandalous thing out loud.

Hoseok laughs, sounding both mocking and endeared. “Oh, sweetheart. Didn’t you hear what I said earlier? I’m going to loosen up all your holes. Because that’s what you’ve always wanted deep down, isn’t it? To service cock. Even if it means letting me play with this dirty hole of yours.”

The vibrations intensify with the click of a button. Your whole body spasms, limbs flailing pathetically as the sensations run down your back all the way to the tip of your toes.

You bite down a whimper. How does he know? How can he tell? All you want right now is a nice, hard cock buried inside of you - and at this point you don’t care which orifice he sticks in it. You’re just so - empty. So empty it physically aches.

Hoseok dials down the intensity of the vibrator and with his free hand, squeezes a copious amount of oil onto the toy, slicking it up.

Surprisingly he doesn’t bother prepping you with his fingers before easing the toy into your back entrance. From your position, you can’t tell if Director Ryu signaled to hurry things along or if his own impatience played a part. Either way, your sharp intake of breath is genuine.

You try your best to relax your muscles but the toy is thicker than expected, its sides bumpy and ribbed. Even though you’d stretched yourself out beforehand with a sizable dildo, the girth of the toy still makes your breath hitch. Your bottom lip hurts as you scrape your teeth over it.

“Relax for me. That’s it.” Hoseok whispers soft words of encouragement. “You’re doing such a good job.”

Finally, after what seems like light years, the toy is fully inserted, only the base of it peeking out from between your parted cheeks. You feel full, deliciously so. It’s only now with the weight of the toy inside of you that you realize how much you’d missed being stuffed to the brim.

“There you go.” Hoseok smacks your right ass cheek hard enough for the sting to go straight to your clit. “How does that feel?”

“Full.” You smack your lips together. Eloquence is not your strongest suit in the present moment and your lack of coherency only humiliates you further. It’s like he’s rendered you cock-dumb. Reduced you to a lust-driven creature that only has dick on the brain. “I feel good.”

“Of course you’d enjoy that.” The cockiness in his voice is undeniable, like he’s drunk off the power he has over you. “Needy sluts like you only care about getting filled up, huh?”

It sounds like a rhetorical question but you answer it anyway, just in case he wanted an answer.

“Yes! I’m a needy slut. Please - could you…?” You wriggle your hips, trying to entice him into action. The rocking motion jostles the toy nestled inside of you, causing you to choke out a moan. “Hng! Use my pussy this time, please?”

Hoseok clucks his tongue and slaps your ass again to keep you still. It moves the lodged vibrator, knocking it against a spot inside of you that makes you gush. Your pussy clenches up in an imitation of an orgasm - but you know from experience that you haven’t cum just yet.

Fuck. You’re so fucked and he hasn’t even given you his cock.

Your head thumps down against the table as you take in deep, steadying breaths. You can’t think straight; every thought seems clouded by a dense smog of lust. Your body feels like a live wire, all your nerve endings crackling with electricity. How much more can you endure before you shatter beyond repair?

Hoseok takes pity on you. “The vibrating massage should have helped your muscles relax. Your tight cunt should be able to fit this in by now.”

He slides another silicone toy into your pussy, this one wider and longer than the first. Your hands grapple for purchase as your body accommodates both toys, one in each hole. You’re so wet that there’s no resistance despite its impressive size and you suck in a breath as Hoseok keeps pushing it in, inch by interminable inch.

If you thought you felt full before, it’s nothing compared to how stretched you feel now. The wall separating the two toys is stretched thin and when you tense your abdomen, you can feel both of them nudge against one another. Your stomach feels - bloated. As if there’s a bulge where the toys are nestled deep inside of you.

It’s quite frankly obscene.

You’ve never felt more turned on.

“Whoa.” He grips both of your legs and widens them even further, displaying your stuffed holes for the cameras. “Your hungry cunt ate up my biggest dildo like it was nothing.”

The fact that he admitted it was a dildo - and not some vibrating tool - just adds to your mortification.

“Okay. Two holes down, one to go.”

He releases his hold on your legs and raises a brow at you. The smirk is back on his face and that, paired with the ravenous look in his eyes, makes you want to run and hide. He looks like he’s two seconds away from devouring you whole for dinner. “Why don’t you turn around for me? It wouldn’t be a full body massage if I didn’t rub down the other side, right?”

His chuckle spurs you into action. It’s not that you’re not embarrassed by the idea of baring yourself completely for him like some sort of cult offering, but the need to get dicked down trumps all.

Your mind feels fuzzy and your body sluggish. There’s a fire inside of you that not even double penetration has managed to extinguish and it roars to life as you manœuvre into the position he’s ordered you to get into. The toys jostle inside of you, reminding you of the depraved lengths you’d go to because you’re starving for cock.

He’s right about you, you think as you settle onto your back. You’re a needy slut. All you want is for your holes to be filled. And when they’re empty, your body aches with the need to fill them back up again. Toys will do but they’re a poor substitute for what you really want.

Thankfully, Hoseok’s own patience is running out. You’ve barely gotten into a comfortable position when he’s fishing out his cock from his scrubs, not even bothering to remove his clothes.

Drool pools into your mouth at the sight. He’s just as long as you remembered him to be. Not too thick or veiny, but prettily flushed and glistening with translucent precum. How long has he been hard? The erection looks painful. Distantly, you’re comforted by the knowledge that you haven’t been the only one suffering from this prolonged foreplay. God is fair, you rejoice internally.

Your mouth opens of its own accord and your tongue lolls out, hungry.

Hoseok doesn’t comment on your pathetic state - a testament to how worked up he probably is. He guides his cock into your waiting mouth with barely repressed urgency.

His cock is heavy on your tongue, the perfect weight. He pushes in until he can’t go any further, the position you’re in giving him better access to your throat. You fucking love it.

When you swallow around his length, he hisses between his teeth. “Shit.”

He gives you little time to adjust. As soon as he’s certain you can take it, he starts to thrust his hips. His cock drags across the rough surface of your tongue as it’s pushed and pulled out of your mouth at a rapid pace. Each thrust of his hips makes you gag, drool running down the sides of your face, and the obscene sounds of your choking echo in your ears.

The rough treatment should revolt you, make you squirm or shy away, but you’ve never felt more alive. Your mind feels pleasantly blank - like your sole purpose in life is to be a glorified cum bucket, a receptacle for his cock and cum. Even when he buries himself all the way to the hilt, so far down your throat it feels like he’s reached your stomach, you’re eager for more. Logically speaking you don’t even know if you can handle more, don’t have the mental faculty to figure out if more is physically possible, but your body knows that it’ll never be sated, not fully, not until he cums inside you.

“Greedy girl,” he rasps between heavy breaths. “Look at you… I’ve plugged up three of your holes but you’re still gagging for it, aren’t you? Filthy slut.”

His words are meant to degrade and humiliate you. Instead of disgust, you can hear the admiration ring in his voice. His awe satisfies you and you hollow your cheeks, suctioning around his girth just to hear him curse under his breath. You live for the way his hips stutter and how his deep breathing is interspersed by the occasional grunt or moan. It feels good to know that you’re bringing him pleasure, that your hole is satisfactory.

Hoseok reaches over your body and grabs something from the discarded cardboard box you can’t see. You soon find out what it is though - the oil is drizzled over your torso and chest, liquid spilling down the sides of your body. He throws the bottle to the side, more interested in spreading the lubricant over your tits until they’re slick and shiny.

It soon becomes clear that he’s abandoned his earlier massage techniques in favor of a more rushed treatment. Gone is the slow build-up. He rubs your breasts, grabbing and squeezing them like stress balls, and pinches your hard nipples tightly between his fingers, pulling them out until your back arches.

The next time he slams his erect length into your mouth, your breasts bounce from the force of the thrust. Hoseok’s eyes remain transfixed on the lewd way your breasts jiggle; because he keeps your nipples clamped tightly between his fingers, your tits have no other choice but to swing around every time he rocks his hips back and forth.

Every time you gag and choke on his cock, tears prickling your eyes, you feel the fire between your legs grow stronger. Shame and arousal course through you, your head dizzy with lust. You can’t move, can’t scream, all of your moans of pleasure muffled by the cock buried in your throat.

He laughs derisively, pulling out after a particularly hard thrust. A string of saliva connects your mouth to his cock and your eyes zero in on it, finding it impossible to look away.

“You slut.”

He makes a disapproving noise low in his throat before slapping you across the face with his cock.

It doesn’t hurt anywhere as much as a real slap but it’s so unexpected you gasp, your jaw throbbing in pain. The imprint of his cock is wet and dirty against your cheek. He keeps his cock hanging a few centimeters above your face. It taunts you, beckons you closer. The seam of your mouth stays wide open, your appetite evidently knowing no limits.

“Heh. You’re really something… Never seen a whore so cock-hungry in my life. And trust me when I say I’ve seen plenty.” He sneers, walking away.

For a long second, you fear he’s gone and left you high and dry and that the scene will end like that. Except - no. He’s positioned himself at the other side of the massage table. You shudder as you realize that can only mean one thing : he’s going to grant you the fucking your body craves.

Hoseok’s lips twitch into a knowing half-smile. He grips his stiff cock in one hand, the length of it soaked with your spit and precum.

You gulp, suddenly intimidated. Perhaps it’s the angle, but he looks taller than you remember him to be, bigger, his shoulders slightly broader. His cock looks more imposing, too. Despite just having choked on it, it’s long; his hand sits loosely at the base of his cock, leaving a few good inches poking out of his fist. Your mouth goes dry, your insatiable hunger reawakened.

The impatience marring your features is probably disgustingly obvious because Hoseok makes another comment about how desperate and pathetic you look once you’re deprived of cock.

Using his left hand, he slowly removes the toy from your ass. The slide is painful because you’re clenching so hard down on it, unwilling for your hole to become empty once again.

A whimper escapes your parted lips. Hoseok laughs at the betrayed look that crosses your face at the loss of the thick dildo.

“So fuckin’ greedy.” He slaps your entrance with his cock, his grin wolfish as you wail in reply. “Stay still if you want my cock.”

Immediately you freeze, taking his words to heart. Deep down, you know that he won’t be that cruel but you’re so exhausted from the never-ending teasing, that you’re not willing to take any chances.

Hoseok holds up one of your legs and pushes it over his shoulder.

“Good girl.” He breaches your ass, both of you moaning as his cock works its way inside of you. It’s a tight fit; you can feel his cock bump into the vibrating dildo in your pussy, the feeling overwhelming you. He grunts, fingertips bruising your skin as he hold back from cumming too quickly.

His hips work up a steady rhythm, the both of you already so close to finishing. You know that a lesser man would have cum ages ago, but Hoseok troops on, eyebrows creased in concentration. He looks - hot. Ridiculously hot, even in that dumb fake masseuse uniform.

His once perfectly combed hair is now disheveled, strands of hair falling over his eyes and dripping brow. There’s something about all of it - the wild glint in his eyes, the rough way he’s fucking you, the domineering aura that he exudes - that makes you absolutely lose it.

You clench up on his cock without warning, your insides squeezing around him even more tightly because of the toy still lodged in your dripping cunt. The orgasm rips through you, fast and hard, leaving your thighs soaking. Hoseok fucks you through it, his cock relentless, drawing your pleasure out until your body goes limp.

It’s the kind of orgasm that on a normal day you could only hope to achieve.

Except Hoseok doesn’t stop to let you rest or take a breather. He brings your other leg over his shoulder, testing the limits of your flexibility, and uses the new angle to plow into you with renewed force.

“Ah - ah fuck wait!” You cry out, overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensations traveling through your body. “Oh my God, oh shit! You’re so fucking deep, ah!”

Hoseok chooses that moment to turn on the vibrating dildo. He doesn’t even start at the lowest setting, sets it straight to one of the higher level ones, and your whole body jumps. Both of you moan as the toy comes to life. The vibrations rattle your insides - and that, coupled with the fat cock that’s splitting you open relentlessly, threaten to rearrange your insides.

Arousal builds again quickly inside of you, pulsing steadily alongside your heartbeat.

You feel so fucking full you think it’s possible you’ll burst. Before, when you had both toys buried inside of you, the stretch and the fullness had been pleasant. You had even been able to tune it out for the most part once you’d got used to it.

But with the way Hoseok is now fucking into you with reckless abandon, it’s impossible not to be reminded of how stuffed your holes are. Every thrust of his cock in your ass bumps against the vibrator, pushing it harder against your bundle of nerves.

“I knew the minute I saw you,” he growls, his pace punishing. “No bra, pussy ripe for the picking. Whores like you could never be satisfied with the beginner massage. No, I knew exactly what you needed.”

He adjusts his grip on your ankles and the change in angle keeps the vibrator pressed directly the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you.

“Fuck! Oh God, there there! Please, keep going. It’s so good. Fuck me!” You chant, out of your mind with pleasure.Your words are raw, unrefined, and in any other circumstance, you’d laugh at how ridiculous you sound.

“You’re so fucking loud,” he hisses between grunts of pleasure. “Why don’t you go ahead and cum for me. Make yourself useful and tighten up this hole of yours so I can feel good.”

He reaches down between your legs and fiddles with the switch.

You scream. Your eyes roll back and your entire body locks up. Intense pleasure that you’ve never experienced before thunders through your body. If your previous orgasm was like a building wave crashing to the shore at long last, this one is a fucking tornado determined to rip you to pieces.

Maybe you might’ve passed out. You don’t know. But when you regain consciousness, Hoseok’s cock is pulsing jet after jet of hot cum inside of your pussy. You feel it spurt inside of you, coating your already slick walls with his essence.

He pulls out quickly so that the camera can zoom in on the way the cum oozes out of you in thick globs. Instinctively you clench your walls to keep more from leaking out, but it only pushes more of the mess out, painting your inner thighs white.

When you glance up at him you notice his shirt is soaked. There’s a huge dark spot that starts from his chest to his pants. He doesn’t seem to mind the stain.

“You came so hard you passed out,” he informs you while tucking his spent cock back inside his scrubs. “I came inside of you while you were out of it but I figured you wouldn’t mind. That’s what you came here for, right?”

The smile he shoots your way looks more like a smirk. You bite your lip. He must’ve taken out the dildo - or it might’ve gotten pushed out during your orgasm, you don’t know - and you feel your holes gape a little after being stretched and used for so long. You’re tempted to snap your legs shut but you know the cameras need to record your debauchery.

“I’ll let you change. You can meet me out front to schedule your next appointment. Hm let’s see… Considering how well you reacted during this session I think we’ll have to take more, hm, drastic measures next time. I’m curious to see how far your greedy cunt is able to stretch with enough incentive. I’m positive that with you anything is possible. We’ll try fitting two cocks insides for starters and maybe - ah. I’m getting carried away.” He chuckles. “Anyways, meet me at the counter in ten minutes and we can go over the details then.”

“I…” You wet your lips. “I’d like that.”

A silence ensues and for a second you think your acting was bad or you’d said the wrong thing.

“CUT! And that, my friends, is what you call art!” yells Director Ryu, clapping his hands like a seal.

You breathe out a sigh of relief and sit up despite your muscles protesting loudly. God, your ass feels sore. Hoseok had really done a number on you.

“Hey, are you all good?” He asks, drawing closer to you in concern. He must have seen your grimace.

“Oh! Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for asking. It’s just - it was kind of intense. In a good way! I’ll probably be sore later but that’s because I’m not used to these kind of scenes yet.”

“You were really hot. I couldn’t tell this was your first anal scene at all.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Really.” Hoseok sighs dreamily. “I think I saw Jesus when I came.”

“What?” You bring a hand to your mouth to muffle your laughter. “It was a good nut, I take it?”

“The best.” He looks over at you, dimples on his cheek as he returns your smile. “I blacked out for a second and went to heaven.”

You bask in the afterglow for a few minutes longer than you usually would. Hoseok makes no move to leave either, even if logic dictates that you’re both better off washing up instead of letting the mixture of sweat, cum, and oil dry on your skin. You know from experience that it’s hard as fuck to clean up once it hardens - not to mention it stinks.

“Babe!”

You’re roused from your peaceful state of mind as your boyfriend approaches. He’s smiling but one side of his mouth looks stiff. He hands you a towel, eyes trailing down your figure, and suddenly you feel self-conscious. You hurriedly wrap the fluffy material around you, eager to hide the cum still dripping out of your swollen cunt and the red marks littered over your body from Hoseok’s rough treatment.

It’s not - you’re not ashamed. You never are. It’s just - you don’t want to hurt Jimin. Even if it does come with the job, it can’t be easy for him to see his girlfriend getting fucked by someone else.

“That was so good! You did great. The camera really loves you. I can’t wait to see how the final cut turns out,” Jimin compliments and you preen despite yourself, conditioned to suck up praise. “Are you hungry?”

Just on cue your stomach lets out a grumble.

Jimin’s eyes crease into crescents as he smiles. “I knew it. You’re always famished after a scene. It’s a good thing I booked a reservation at our favorite restaurant, right?”

You nod, thankful yet again that you have such a caring and thoughtful boyfriend. “I’m famished now that you mention it.”

Hoseok observes the exchange silently and his presence makes you embarrassed for some reason. Maybe not embarrassed but - something. You can’t put a name to the emotion.

“Um, I’ll see you around?” You say as you gather to your feet. Jimin is instantly by your side, his hand wrapping around yours tightly. “It was nice working with you again! Thank you for your hard work.”

Hoseok’s lips quirk into a half-smile. He’s still eyeing the both of you in a strange, intense kind of way and the scrutiny makes you fidgety. You try not to make your desire to flee the scene too transparent.

“It’s always a pleasure. I look forward to working with you again.”

The words he utters are tactful and diplomatic - nothing like the carefree familiarity he’d showcased minutes prior. You don’t blame him, given the circumstances.

You shoot him an apologetic look as you turn away to leave. To your relief, Hoseok doesn’t appear dejected or offended. Just - curious, maybe? Pensive? Like he’s in the middle of solving a complicated and intricate puzzle and that puzzle involves you.

The idea scares you. Mostly because you yourself don’t know what he’ll find.

As soon as you’ve rounded the corner, Jimin excuses himself. “I have to finish helping the guys. There’s still some equipment to put away. But we’ll meet out in the back like last time?”

“Sure.”

He kisses your cheek and scampers away.

Seokjin is waiting for you in the next room over. He’s holding a water bottle, your favorite silk robe, and a dark chocolate energy bar. You’re so sweaty that it feels silly to wear the robe but you shrug it on anyway, knowing that Jimin will feel better if you’re not parading around the set naked.

Your stomach rumbles loudly and it’s only then that you realize the extent of how fucking hungry you are. Non-stop sex sure is tiring, you note while ripping open the energy bar with your teeth. Seokjin calls you a savage under his breath but those types of comments are so commonplace that it’s easy to tune him out.

“God, I could kiss you right now,” you say after swallowing down a mouthful of granola. After eating spinach exclusively for the past three days, the sweetness on your tongue tastes like a slice of heaven.

“Not with that mouth, you won’t.” Seokjin narrows his eyes. “I know where it’s been.”

Still high from your mind-shattering orgasm, you giggle and pretend to kiss him just to watch him squirm. It’s not until much later, after you’d washed up as best you could with the help of baby wipes, that you check your phone. You respond to a text or two before finally checking your social media page out of habit more so than anything else.

(2) new notifications

JHOPE94 has followed you!

JHOPE94 has mentioned you in their story.

It’s the same account Hoseok had shown you earlier in the day. You follow him without much thought, grinning to yourself when you read his bio “hope on streets and in the sheets ;)”, and click on his Instagram story.

You’re surprised to learn he’s one of those people who uploads multiple pictures about just about anything - his Starbucks’ coffee cup with JAY written in black sharpie, several mirror selfies, a snapshot of his shoes, pictures of the film crew setting up the scene. You click through the pictures, a little flummoxed by the random collage, and pause when you get to the picture you’d been tagged in.

It’s you. Squinting, you realize that he must have taken the candid picture in passing. You’re sitting in the hair and makeup chair, the makeup artist applying a layer of gloss on your lips. The row of lights that border all around the vanity mirror give your figure a halo spotlight effect.

JHOPE94 : not in heaven but i saw an angel today :))

#once again the italics did not transfer over but i rlly can’t be bothered at this point ;;#i am so happy this is done but also nervous agshsisjskss #bts smut #hoseok smut #bts #hoseok #also as usual I did not proof the last 4k bc I speed wrote the last bit in one go #believe me when i say i cannot look at this draft any longer !

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sugakookielix · 4 years

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BTS Scenario: First "I love you"

Prompt: The first time you or one of the members says “I love you”

Requested? Yes by anon

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1919

Warnings: None

Gender neutral reader. Gifs are not mine!

AN: This is my first official scenario so apologies if it isn’t the best. Requests are open!

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Kim Namjoon:

He would be the one to say it first. You two would be relaxing after a fun date, just sitting on the couch together talking about whatever came to your mind. Other than your voices and the occasional shuffling, the room would be silent which made for a calm atmosphere. Namjoon would be listening to you talk about work/school while looking at you intently. It was as if he was looking at you for the first time as he took in every small feature about you. Every spot, every mark, every little imperfection, but to him you were perfect. You hadn’t even noticed that he was staring at you, too focused on what you were saying when he suddenly would cut you off by blurting out a soft “I love you.” You froze, all words leaving you as you turned to look at your boyfriend, wondering if you heard him correctly. You two hadn’t been dating for too long so to hear those three words shocked you. Namjoon sensed this as he smiled and cupped your face in his hand, “I mean it Y/n, I love you and everything about you.” You blushed and looked away for a second before glancing back up at him, “I love you too Joonie.” He smiled and pulled you into a tight hug which you gladly returned, snuggling against him and listening to his heartbeat. It was a perfect ending to a perfect night.

Kim Seokjin:

Jin would be the one to say “I love you first.” The boys were busy practicing for their next comeback and you knew how hard your boyfriend was working, so you decided to surprise him. You weren’t the best cook, but you spent the first half of the day in the kitchen trying to make a decent meal that you could take to him during his break. Finally you managed something you were proud of and quickly cleaned up and made sure you were presentable before grabbing the food and heading to the BigHit building. The timing was almost perfect since you knew the boys should be taking a break soon after you arrived. Hesitating for a moment before opening the door, you saw the boys looking exhausted as they finished the current routine they were doing. Jin saw you enter in the mirror and immediately rushed over to you once the music finished. He was out of breath and covered in sweat, but he still seemed excited to see you which made you happy. “I thought you may be hungry so I brought you lunch!” you told him, showing the container in your hands. “Ah my jagi is the best!” he responded as he quickly took the container and pulled you to sit down with him while he ate. Taking a bite, he smiled and pulled you into his arms, “Thank you Y/n! I love you so much!” You were shocked to hear those words come from him, but he had already returned to the food before you could question it. Instead you smiled and kissed his cheek before whispering the three words back to him, ignoring the teasing looks of the other members.

Min Yoongi:

Yoongi was more subtle when it came to his feelings so you would be the one to say “I love you” first. The two of you were laying in bed watching a movie after he had called and asked if he could come over for a bit. Work had been really stressful for him lately and he needed your help to take his mind off of things for a bit. You understood all the pressure he was under so you said yes which led to you cuddling an exhausted Yoongi while watching a random drama you had found. Neither of you were really paying attention to the movie though, Yoongi was trying not to fall asleep and you were watching him with adoration. It was obvious from his state that he likely hadn’t slept very well these past few days. Seeing his eyes close, you turned down the volume of the movie and ran your fingers through his hair until you felt him fully relax against you. Looking down, you couldn’t help but smile at how cute he looked. Brushing his bangs from his face, you leaned down and kissed his temple before whispering, “Good night Yoongi, I love you.” Thinking that he was asleep and didn’t hear you, you turned off the movie and laid down to hopefully fall asleep yourself. Only to feel your boyfriend cuddle further against you and mutter, “I love you more,” against your neck before falling asleep again, his grip on you never faltering.

Jung Hoseok:

Honestly with Hoseok it could go either way. You two were still a fairly new couple but it felt like you had known each other for years already. There was no doubting the chemistry between the two of you. Hoseok had finally gotten a free day from his schedule and immediately planned ways to spend it with you. Unfortunately since the relationship was new you guys weren’t public, meaning he couldn’t really take you out anywhere without risking others seeing. You two still managed to have fun in the dorm though, talking, playing games together, and he even attempted to teach you the choreography he was working on. By the end of it all, you two were on the floor laughing and joking about how ridiculously fun the whole thing was. It took a few minutes for your laughter to die down and you were left catching your breath while looking up at each other. It was as if your minds were suddenly connected, and ran on autopilot, because you both suddenly said “I love you!” at the same time. The result was even more laughter as the two of you lay on the floor together, talking and joking around until it got late and he had to return back for practice early the next morning.

Park Jimin:

Jimin would be the one to say it first. It would be a few months into your relationship, once you guys really started to get to know each other and open up more. He would have honestly wanted to say it for a while but always got shy the last minute and never did. Though he would always play it off and tell himself that he was waiting for the right time to tell you. That time came when it was your guys’s six month anniversary. Jimin had invited you over to the dorms to spend time together when most of the other members were out. For the most part, the two of you stayed in his room with the occasional trip to steal snacks or see what anyone who was still there was up to. It was getting late and you were getting ready to leave since you both had an early day tomorrow, Jimin silently watching you put your shoes on while debating if he should say anything or not. You placed a kiss on his cheek as a goodbye and opened the door to leave, but a small hand gripped your wrist before you could leave. “Before you leave!” he said nervously as he pulled you back over to him, “I want you to know that I...I love you!” He tried to mask his embarrassment by hiding in your shoulder which caused you to laugh before pushing him away so you could look at him. “I love you too baby!” you said, kissing his nose before turning and walking away, leaving a nervous and giggling Jimin behind.

Kim Taehyung:

You would be the one to say it first. Your birthday was coming up soon and Tae decided that he wanted to surprise you and make the day as special as possible. You had been under the impression that he would be busy on your birthday and, while disappointed, you understood how busy it was. You had also been together for less than a year so you knew you shouldn’t expect anything over the top from your boyfriend. The actual day went by as usual, you went out and spent time with your friends for the afternoon before returning home to relax and watch movies for the rest of the night. What you did not expect was to walk into your apartment to find a very excited Taehyung in the living room. Your favorite food was on the coffee table, the couch was flooded with pillows and blankets, and Taehyung was standing there with a present in hand and a huge smile on his face. “Happy birthday Jagiya!” he said excitedly once you got a moment to process everything, “I figured we could spend the night cuddling and watching your favorite shows!” You stayed silent for another moment which scared him a bit, but before he could say anything you ran over and wrapped your arms around him tightly. “You are the best Tae! I love you so much!” you squealed without really thinking of your words. This time it was him that froze and you immediately realized what you had just said. Was it too soon? You were about to apologize but Taehyung surprised you again by squeezing you tighter and spinning you around, “I love you too! I’m so happy to hear those words from you!” This was turning out to be the best birthday ever.

Jeon Jungkook:

You would say it first, though Jungkook had wanted to be the one to say it before you. You were Jungkook's first official partner so he was still a bit unsure of how to act around you. That didn’t mean he didn’t try though, he was just afraid of rushing things or doing something wrong. He had known for a long time now that he really cared about you, but had never brought himself to say “I love you.” Jungkook had shown up to your house unexpectedly on your day off, having bought a new game that he wanted to try out with you. You had never heard of it before, but he seemed excited and you were always down to try new co-op games with Jungkook so you agreed and set it up. After a few rounds of extremely competitive gameplay and getting used to the controls, you managed to beat him which caused him to toss the controller to the side dramatically. “I did it! I won!” you exclaimed as you bounced in your spot, your boyfriend only mumbling in response. You rolled your eyes at his childish reaction, moving closer to place a few kisses around his face. “I love you Kookie!” you said with a cute expression, causing the male to widen his eyes and look at you. “You what?” he stuttered, wanting to make sure he heard you right. You however, shrunk back a bit and refused to look at him, “Was that too soon? I’m sorry I just-” he cut you off before you could continue talking. “No no it’s fine! I actually wanted to tell you that for a while but I didn’t know if it was the right time so hearing you say it was surprising.” You both looked at each other for a moment before laughing softly at the awkward situation. You grabbed the controller back once you recovered and looked back at Jungkook, “Rematch?” “You’re on!”

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armywriter2605 · 4 years

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BTS Reaction - Walking in on you singing/rapping along to one of their songs

Genre: fluff; slight angst; mentions of 18+ scenes

Warnings: None? It’s a wholesome post

Words: 3.2k

Masterlist

So while I wrote this, my draft was not saved 4 times even though I clicked on the damn button. You can imagine my frustration after the second time. I almost gave up on writing this, big oof.

I hope you enjoy it, though!!

GIFs NOT MINE

Kim Namjoon

Namjoon had just come home from another long day full of recordings and practices. He wasn't sure if he was to find you home since he usually finished his day later, but he was pleased to see your shoes by the entrance, signifying you were in the house.

"Y/N? I'm home!"

On a normal day, once he said this, you would be running into his arms, kissing him and asking him about his day yet today you were nowhere to be found. Namjoon didn't like this. He enjoyed being greeted by you every night.

"Y/N?"

Namjoon started looking for you in the kitchen, where maybe you were cooking. Then proceeded to the bedroom, bathroom and living room. You were in none of those rooms. That was until the talk he had with you last night came to him. You had asked him if you could use the PC in his studio to finish some work and he, of course, said yes. He told you everything in this house was equally his as yours. He wasn’t expecting you to actually use the PC since you had always been very cautious of using things that weren't yours. There had been a lot of times when you had asked him to use something, but you never did since you were afraid that your clumsiness would try to screw something up.

It wasn't until he was peeking through the door inside the studio that he found you with his headphones on rapping perfectly the lyrics of his song; Do You.

The song was loud and you clearly hadn't noticed him standing against the wall, staring at you. Namjoon felt like he was falling in love with you for the first time all over again. The way your head nodded at the sound of the beat while you drummed your fingers against the table following the sound of his voice. The biggest smile curled his lips.

He felt so proud of you and questioned himself how he got to have such beautiful, kind and talented girlfriend.

“God, you’re so beautiful...”

Kim Seokjin

You and Jin had planned to go out for dinner with the rest of the boys just like you usually did when they came back from a tour, although since some of the boys were called in by the agency, all of you decided to have dinner in their dorm when the others came back. It was currently 1PM and you were taking a shower, getting ready for the dinner. Jin was supposed to pick you up at 3PM so you both could have a small date before you headed to the dorm. Just like always, you decided to put music on while you showered. This time you were in the mood to listen to your boyfriend’s beautiful voice and ruin the song while you sang alone. You just simply loved his voice in all of his songs.

On the other hand, Jin got ready too early and decided to head over to your apartment. He had the keys so he just casually let himself in. He was heading to your bedroom, yet stopped by the door once he heard a melody way too familiar. ‘Epiphany’ was playing.

“Wha..”

Jin was confused at first, but when he heard you screaming out ‘I’M THE ONE I SHOULD LOVE’ he burst out laughing, feeling the tears of joy come to his eyes. He loved how enthusiastically you were singing his song. It completely warmed his heart.

“She’s so cute, what to do?”

Out of respect and not to scare the life out of you, Jin decided to let you get ready and wait for you in the living room. Once you were ready and saw him sitting on your couch waiting for him, you smiled.

“Oppa~ You’re already here?”

“Of course. You look beautiful as ever. Oh and jagiya, I love how passionate you sang Epiphany. Definitely a 10 out of 10.”

Min Yoongi

It was late and you were waiting for your boyfriend to come back home. He usually stayed the entire day in his studio producing and composing songs, and only came back late at night. You didn't mind, that was his job and he loved it so you were to accept it. You knew what you got yourself into the first time he informed you of what he did. It had become a routine for you to wait for him to come home so both of you could sleep in the embrace of each other. You loved it and so did he.

Yoongi had informed that today he would come home slightly later than usual. You weren't sure what slightly later meant, but you had promised yourself you would stay up. You eventually started finding out that slightly later could mean a couple of hours since an hour had already passed from the normal time he usually got home. Even though you understood how passionate he was, you still got a bit sad when he wasn’t there to help you sleep. You were exhausted today, but you were just as stubborn as your boyfriend. You were going to stay up and wait for him.

Another 30 minutes passed by and your eyes were starting to give up on you. Your own body was telling you that it was time to give it up. Not wanting to give it up just yet, you decided to grab your phone and go on Spotify.

You found a playlist Yoongi had made for you and scrolled down. You always added their songs to the playlist and right now, all you wanted, was to listen to your boyfriends voice. You decided to put ‘Shadow’ on. You loved all the raw emotions that came through that song. That was the man you fell in love with. The one who was straightforward, direct and raw with his emotions. The song began as you rested your head on the pillow and closed you eyes, quietly singing and rapping along as a small smile curled your lips.

Yoongi was extremely exhausted when opened the door to the apartment. He had been working hard on BTS’ upcoming album, and it was draining all his energies. All he wanted now was to lay down and rest with you in his arms.

“Y/N?” He asked quietly as he opened the door to your bedroom.

With your eyes closed and your phone close to your ears, you didn’t notice Yoongi walking into the bedroom.

“나의 도약은 추락이 될 수 있단 걸 이제야 알겠어 때론 도망이 차선이란 걸 pause”

It was your third time listening to the song on repeat, yet you never got tired of it. It was a work of art.

Yoongi on the other hand was had a tired smile on his face as he listened to you rap to his song. You were able to capture his heart every single day through a new way.

“You’re so cute, you know that?”

With the sound of your boyfriend’s voice saying something that you were sure wasn’t part of the song, you opened your eyes.

“Yoonie...”

“Shh. I’m here now. Close your eyes, princess.”

You smiled and nodded your head as you turn the music off, putting your phone on the nightstand. Yoongi was taking all his clothes off besides his underwear and after so, he laid down and wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you closer to him and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I have the day off tomorrow. Let’s enjoy it. Maybe I can listen to you rap a bit more to my songs.”

You nodded and laid your head on his chest.

“Love you, Y/N. So much.

“I love you too, Yoonie. Goodnight.”

“Night baby.”

Jung Hoseok

The few that knew you would say you and Hoseok were equals. Both you and him were loud, full of energy and simple balls of sunshine. All of the members had admitted how much alike you two were and how cute it was. But the members weren’t the only ones loving it. You and Hoseok had made your relationship public for almost a year ago despite dating for almost 5. At first a couple of fans didn’t like it all, believing you weren’t right for him yet after countless V-lives and small videos of you and him interacting together, fans soon realized you were more alike their idol than what they thought. Now you had your own nickname inside the fandom and many were for your relationship and understood how happy you two were.

It was just another normal day for you as you waited for Hoseok to come back home. He informed he was done earlier and later you and him could go out and have some fun out. You were excited and had dolled yourself up. You had made dinner for both of you, wanting to show your gratitude for how hard he worked for both of you while you stayed home and studied your ass off.

It wasn’t long until you grabbed your phone and connected it to the speakers in the living room. You were so excited that you decided to play ‘Hope World’. You were so caught up on screaming the lyrics that you didn’t hear the front door opening or your boyfriend dancing through the hallway only to find you in the middle of the living room using your phone as a microphone while you sang along to his voice. His eyes lit up and a huge smile curled his lips. He could even cry at the moment as you screamed the lyrics to ‘Base Line’. He knew you were the one, but to see you with so much energy as you laughed and sang warmed his heart. He loved it.

“Baby. Baby! BABY!!”

Only then did you hear the voice that belonged to the man you loved so much. You turn around and smiled before turning off the music.

“Hoseok!!”

“Y/N!!”

“AAAHHH!!”

“AAAAAAHHH!!!!”

Both of you laughed as Hoseok walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, picking you off the ground and giving the both of you a spin.

“I missed you, sweetcheeks!”

“And I missed you too, my ball of sunshine!”

“I made sure to have the rest of today free so both me and you can spend all the time together.”

“Thank you, Hobi.”

“You don’t have to thank me. You do so much for me. I’m so glad to have you in my life, baby.”

“Me too, Hobi. You’re the best that happened to me. Now, let’s go have dinner! I made your favorite today!”

Park Jimin

Jimin had always been known for having problems with perfecting everything and no matter what, nothing was good enough for him. He always felt like his dancing could be even better, his singing more pleasant to listen to, his looks could somehow improve. He was too rough on himself even when everyone else around him told him that it was good, that he was good enough. Today was one of those days when Jimin was being too harsh on himself. You knew that not only because he hadn’t answered your texts like usual, but because Yoongi had sent you a text informing you of so.

It had been exactly 5 hours since Jimin had left for the dance studio and you knew the dance practice had ended at least 2 or 3 hours ago. Since you hated when your boyfriend beat himself up, you had decided to pack a lunch and head to the agency and pay him a visit.

You made sure to cook a bunch of his favorite dishes and also to stop by a cafe and buy his favorite drink. As his girlfriend, you knew how hard he worked and sometimes it truly concerned you.

Jimin was drenched in sweat as he graciously moved in front of the huge mirrors that covered the wall in front of him. He was completely exhausted and his vocal cords had also been failing him the last hour. He knew he was lacking. It was like a missing last piece from a puzzle that he had been searching for years.

Tired and completely worn out, Jimin laid down on the cold floor breathing heavily. He closed his eyes until he heard the door open. He immediately sat himself up, yet relaxed once he saw you walk through the door, smiling.

"How is the best boyfriend in the whole world doing? I brought you tons of food because I know you haven't ate. I won't take no for an answer so let's eat, Minie~"

Jimin laughed and nodded as he got up and walked over to you, pecking your cheek.

"Let me just go to the bathroom real quick then." He said before walking out.

You decided to start getting things ready and done so both of you could eat once Jimin got back. As you sat everything up, you started mumbling to one of your favorite songs.

About 2 minutes later, Jimin was about to walk through the door when heard you sing. He loved to hear you sing. It wasn't until he opened the door that he realized 'Serendipity' was the song you were singing.

"Just let me love you

Just let me love you

우주가 처음 생겨났을 때부터 모든 건 정해진 거였어

Just let me love you"

In that one second, it was like his heart completely stopped and he forgot how to breathe.

That was it. That was what he had been missing out. Not the singing, but somehow the approval and love and adoration your voice held as you sang his song. Like you accepted his flaws and mistakes, but still loved him as a whole.

It wasn't until you turn around and saw him staring at you with tears running down his cheeks that he realized he was crying.

"What's wrong!? Are you sick? Are you not feeling well?"

Jimin shook his head and wiped his tears away as he gave you his typical shining smile.

"Nothing's wrong. I just realized how much I truly love you. Keep singing, please."

You smiled back and nodded as you kept on setting everything up while you sang along to 'Serendipity' and eventually 'Lie'.

Kim Taehyung

You had always been a fan of BTS, ever since their first album came out. You just connected to them and were happy that you found their music. You first met Taehyung on the streets in New York. You hadn’t recognized him when he bumped into you with two drinks in hand. You had just moved there and were going crazy with everything that you hadn’t noticed all your school work was now on the ground in the busy streets of New York. You let out a sigh, but still apologized. And so did Taehyung. He thought you were extremely pretty, so while he helped you pick your now drenched school work, he grabbed a pen of yours and wrote his number in one of the papers. From there on, you and him became extremely closed.

That was 6 years ago and both of you had now been dating for 4. It took the both of you two full years to get the courage and confess your feelings for each other, but ever since you did, you two were inseparable. You moved to Korea with him a year ago and were extremely happy with your decision, despite your parents opinions regarding the subject.

You were now sitting in your boyfriend’s lap as both him and Jungkook played together. He loved having you in his arms as he played. It gave him all the confidence to win against the younger boy, he said. You knew that was just an excuse because he lost most of the times, but you didn’t mind it at all. You were more than happy to sit there.

“Hey Y/N, you’re an army, right? Which one of our songs is your favorite? I say it’d definitely be Singularity, but Jimin here is so sure that is Tony Montana for some reason.” You heard Hoseok say as he sat next to you, Jimin following him.

“She’s always singing along to that song whenever she’s here! Jin-hyung agrees with me as well.”

“My favorite song?...Hm... Let’s see...”

“Imagine your face Say hello to me Then all the bad days They're nothing to me With you”

You sang as you rested your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder. At the sound of your voice and the lyrics of ‘Winter Bear’ coming out of your mouth, Taehyung smiled instantly. He dropped the controller he was holding and wrapped his arms around your waist, placing kisses on your cheek and neck.

“My song is your favorite? Really?”

You nodded your head, giggling.

“Of course, baby. Didn’t you know that? I’m always singing this song at home.”

Taehyung shrugged, yet placed a last kiss to your cheek before he grabbed the controller again.

“AH!! I knew it!!” You heard Namjoon yell from the kitchen as Jimin and Hoseok, even Jin, puffed out.

That day, Taehyung won against Jungkook who claimed he was going easy on his hyung.

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook had asked you out about two years ago, and despite being friends for over 10 years, the entire dating thing was all very new for the both of you. Even so, these two years had been full of love. You were both deeply in love with each other.

Today was another day as he stayed in the house with you. He had come back from tour just yesterday and wanted to spend the days he had as off with you before he had to get back to work. You were both curled up in bed, snuggling close to each other before you heard your phone’s alarm go off. You had completely forgotten about it and to turn it off, yet once Jungkook heard his own voice come from your voice, a low and husky chuckle left his mouth.

“You have my song as your alarm? You’re adorable.”

You turn around to face him and hug him, starting to whisper the lyrics of the song into his ear.

“Oh, I will call ya, I will hol' ya Oh I will And yes you know, yes you know Oh, I will call ya, I will touch ya Oh, I will”

Without even blinking, Jungkook was now on top of you, grinning. He glared into your eyes, looking into your soul. In his eyes, you got more beautiful every single time he eyed you. From your hair, to your skin, to your eyes. Everything about you captivated him, how could he have waited 10 years to ask you out? In his eyes, you were perfect for him and no one could change his mind. And now you sang to his song with that sweet voice of yours. Those lyrics were usually just lyrics to him, but now it did something to him and he knew every time he sang that song in front of all Armys he’d remember how your breath hit his neck while you sang along, creating the perfect harmony.

“Are you using my own lyrics against me, baby girl?”

You giggled and shrugged. “I have no idea of what you’re talking. I’m just singing along to my favorite song, baby boy.”

“You’re such a tease, Y/N.”

“Don’t like it, Kookie?”

“Oh baby, I love it.”

“Show me how much.”

With that answer and after turning your alarm off, both you and Jungkook spend the rest of the morning in bed, all up on each other.

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Escape 6 - Ot7

The gif is not mine!

Characters: Lion!Namjoon, Jaguar!Jin, Black panther!Yoongi, Cheetah!Hoseok, Snow Leopard!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, cougar!Jungkook, Serval!Reader

Summary: In a world where Hybrid protection laws are gradually strengthening, many organisations are still advocating for the complete extermination of your species. What happens when you find yourself and 7 other predatory hybrids in a truck en route to a hybrid slaughter facility?

Genre: Angst, fluff

Warning: None in this chapter

A.N: Here is chapter 6! It took a bit more time to write, but I’m happy of the result. I believe that the end of this fic is near! There should be another chapter and an epilogue coming! I hope you’ll like this chapter as well! I also almost deleted the whole chapter because I’m a dumbass so yeah ajbajbcjk

Word count: 4K

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You start to wake as the bus sputters to a stop. It takes you a second to remember exactly where you are, lifting your head from Hoseok’s shoulder to look around. At the motion, the hybrid turns to face you and he smiles happily at you, his eyes shaped like moon crescents. His thumb rubs circles on your skin to greet you wordlessly and he returns to stare outside. You yawn while looking out the window, taking in the foreign environment.

The bus is in the middle of the bus station’s parking lot. The place is busy, the flows of people boarding their buses making your head spin. Seeing that you are barely awake, the rustling of the city is too much to bear for your heightened senses right now, and you peel your eyes from the flood of bodies to focus instead on the hybrids across from you. Namjoon and Jin are preparing to hop off the bus, gathering their stuff, and you start to do the same, eager to reach the center. The eight of you exit the bus fairly quickly and start to make your way through the crowd towards an information center.

You grab onto Jimin’s hand to walk through the crowd, putting on a brave face to disguise your own anxiety. If the city is not an unfamiliar scenery for you, the crowd here is much bigger and rowdier than the one you are accustomed to. Your ears catch shouts and children’s cries, as well as languages of all sorts, most of them foreign to you. Your nose is filled with new smells and you grip the blond hybrid’s hand tighter as the assault on your senses starts to make you even more nervous. You maintain your eyes trained on Jin’s broad back in front of you, the eldest hybrid leading you through the mob.

The information center is quieter, isolated from the noises of the city and you feel yourself relax, the tension in your shoulders easing off. You slowly lessen your grip on Jimin’s hand but he doesn’t let go. You cast him a questioning glance, and he just responds with a shy smile, gripping your hand a little tighter. You feel your cheeks heat up but you brush it off, simply squeezing gently his hand back. You are not the one to refuse affection, especially not coming from any of the seven hybrids accompanying you.

You look away from Jimin, instead focusing on your surroundings. The information center is luminous. Its walls are made of glass, so that it’s visible from the outside by visitors. Few people are actually in the center, some of them asking directions at the central booth, the others looking at maps displayed around the center. The eight of you approach one of the booths to be welcomed by a smiling assistant. The man, along with his colleagues, is dressed in a white and blue striped uniform and sports a blue cap adorned with a question mark. While Jin and Yoongi ask for directions, you move towards Taehyung with Jimin in tow, the tiger staying back from the group.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” you ask, hoping he might change his mind. After all that you’ve been through together, it seems too weird to part ways now. He ponders for a minute, clearly unsure about his choice, making you hopeful.

“No.. I- I think I’m sure. I want to find her again. She’s my owner after all”, he says, a small apologetic smile tugging at his lips. Your heart sinks, and next to you you can see Jimin’s ears drop dejectedly. You’ve grown fairly close to the seven hybrids, and the thought of losing even one of them leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. You know for a fact that you are not the only one downcast at the idea that the tiger is planning to leave you. But there is nothing that we can do, can we?

If Taehyung is so keen on finding his former owner, you can only respect his choice, and hopefully you should still be able to see each other. It’s not unusual for owners to organize playdates, and if Taehyung likes her so much she must be a good enough person to let her hybrid meet his friends.

“Will you be okay finding her place?” Jimin asks, worry evident in his voice. His eyes are pleading with the younger hybrid to stay but to no avail.

“Yeah, I kinda know the neighborhood”, he says, gesturing around before his eyes fall back on the blonde hybrid tightly gripping your hand. “I’ll be fine Jimin”, he concludes, taking the older hybrid in his arms, making Jimin’s hand leave yours. The two of them stay like that for a few seconds before you can hear soft whimpers coming from Jimin. The others gather around as they finally have the route to the center written down by the lovely assistant. The atmosphere is pregnant with sadness as the two hybrids let go of each other, Jimin’s shoulders slumping down as he bids his final goodbye to Taehyung.

The males all take turns saying farewell to the tiger, emotion written plainly on their features. Hope and Jungkook are close to tears, while Jimin is hiding his puffy eyes against Jin’s broad chest, the eldest rubbing his back to comfort him. You are the last to say your goodbyes to Taehyung, standing in front of him waiting for your turn. Neither of you say anything before you take him in your arms, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. He holds you tightly, burying his nose at the base of your neck while you press your forehead against his shoulder.

“This is not goodbye.., right? You’ll come see us?”, you whisper quietly, voice muffled against the fabric of his shirt so that he is the only one to hear you.

“Of course I will, Y/n” he answers, and you feel his hot breath on your skin. You sob into his shoulder, holding him even closer. “I don’t think I’d be able to live without seeing you ever again”, he adds, his fingers pressing into your back.

You don’t want to let go, because then he’ll have to leave. You don’t know when you’ll be able to see him again so you take in as much as you can. The way his strong arms hold you, unwilling to let you go just yet either, his nose rubbing against the side of your neck, scenting you ever so slightly. The way he stiffens at the loss of contact when you start to pull back from his grip. The sad look in his gaze when you find his gold eyes making your heart ache. You can’t pinpoint the moment when you became so greedy, so greedy for their affection, for each of them to be happy in your arms, but you feel the urge to protect each of them. To protect them, like a family protects each other...

“You should be able to find us if you go to the center as well and ask for us”, Yoongi announces, breaking your transe. The tiger only hums in response, his sad eyes still lost in yours. He presses his lips together as if to find the courage in himself to leave you, and you finally break contact, his hands falling limply at his sides. You hug yourself, repressing the want to take him back and force him to come with you.

The eight of you exit the information center, stepping once again in the busy bus station. This time, you make a point to tune out the foreign noises and smells to focus solely on the tiger hybrid. He faces all of you, sending each hybrid an apologetic smile.

“I’ll come see you once everything will have settled back. Thank you guys. I’ll see you soon”

Taehyung waves one last time before turning and walking away from you. You hear a whimper behind you, and you reach out to take Jimin’s hand in your own, eyes still trained on Taehyung’s back. This is not goodbye, you remind yourself, and you turn back to Jin and Yoongi.

“Alright, where are we going next?”

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The rehabilitation center being fairly close to the bus station, the journey only took a thirty minutes walk. You are grateful for the short trip, your feet currently killing you, and you start to feel your sides becoming sore. You took the opportunity to buy lunch for the seven of you with the remnants of Granny’s money, stopping by a small coffee shop. The mood is gloomy on the way, and the lunch is eaten in silence. You can’t help but feel sullen, Taehyung’s departure having a bigger impact on you than you thought. At least, the rest of us are together, you think to yourself.

The center is impressive and you can only stare in awe in front of the everlasting flow of humans and hybrids alike entering or exiting through the black door ornamented in gold. The building in itself looks relatively old, walls made of stone, but you can tell the center is new, boxes of papers laying about, and a banner barely hiding the words “High Court” carved in gold in the stone. The building had obviously been repurposed quite recently, and apprehension gnaws on your stomach. If their building is still fairly new, how are they going to find a house for 7 predatory hybrids?

You swallow hard to repress your uneasiness, determined to make this work. We need this. You startle a bit when you feel a hand snake around yours and turn to find Jungkook staring kindly at you. He must have sensed your worry. You send him a grateful smile, suddenly feeling braver as you realise you are not alone and you squeeze his hand. You turn your head to look at the five other hybrids.

“Let’s go?”, you propose, and the seven of you walk towards the door.

The inside of the center is just as magnificent as the outside, grey marble on the floor. The vast room you just entered is luminous thanks to its big windows, and big stairs in the middle of the room are leading towards the upper levels. Makeshift offices are propped up against the sidewalls of the room, several hybrids talking to human assistants, probably here for the same reason as you.

An assistant makes her way towards you, eyeing the seven of you curiously. Seven predatory hybrids arriving at the same time must be unusual for them to say the least, given the look on her face. She doesn’t look displeased though, mostly inquisitive, and she greets you all with a warm smile on her face.

“Can I be of help?”, she asks, making eye contact with all of you. Her emerald eyes radiate happiness and comfort, making you relax instantly. You don’t know why but you immediately trust that she will do everything in her power to help you, and you smile back at her.

“Yes please, we would like a home”, you answer simply, and she nods in understanding at you, beckoning you to follow her. She leads you up the stairs towards an office. Unlike the improvised desks downstairs, the offices are well organised on this floor, the center having reinstated old lawyer offices. The blond woman stops outside an office and she knocks three times before stepping in, leaving the seven of you outside the door. Muffled voices reach your ears, but you don’t have time to make out anything before she steps out again, along with a small man wearing a tired black suit. He looks beat, his brown hair a mess and he takes time to clean his glasses before eyeing you all up and down.

He doesn’t look very intimidating, rather grumpy, small wrinkles protruding when he squints at the sight before him, as if he was scanning your intentions. He hums disapprovingly and furrows his eyebrows. For a second, you fear he is going to refuse to help you and you hold your breath before he turns to the assistant.

“I won’t have enough chairs for all of them, Christa. Could you bring three more for me please?”, he announces simply, holding three fingers in the air, and you feel your shoulders sag in relief. He invites the seven of you in, apologizing for the lack of seats. Namjoon pushes you gently to take a seat and you comply without a word as he stands behind you, hands on your shoulders. Jimin, Yoongi and Hoseok take a seat too, Hoseok sitting beside you and the little man settles on the other side of the desk, tapping away on his computer.

You take this moment to scour the small room. Papers and case files of different colors are scattered on the wooden desk in front of you, along with a few photos of the man in front of you with what you believe might be his family. Behind him, a big window illuminates the room and another desk is littered with papers and a printer and wooden bookshelves are propped up against the sidewalls, covered in law and hybrid related books.

Christa comes back after a few minutes with some chairs, and the man finally lifts his head from his computer screen. When she leaves the room and all hybrids are seated, he pushes back his glasses and rests his chin on his clasped hands. He clears his throat before starting to talk, making eye contact with all of you.

“My name is Emilio Cantery, and I’m a hybrid’s right advocate. I work here along with my husband who is the director of this center”, he announces, his plump fingers coming to scratch his brown hair behind his head.

“If you are here, you must know that this facility provides shelter and homes for hybrids that suffered abuse from humans. We can either find humans to shelter you, or we can provide houses.” He pauses before chuckling.

“At the grimace you just pulled, I understand you are looking for a house for your pack, and no humans”, he says, pointing to Yoongi. The latter smiles embarrassed and looks away, hand coming to scratch his neck. You grin fondly at the sight of his cheeks flushing in a pretty pink before focusing back on the man in front of you.

“Of course, we would need you to work a bit in order to pay for the house and first necessity items. We either can help you find a job in the center to help welcome other hybrids and take care of administration duties, or you can find a job you fancy and we would just take a bit of money from your paycheck each month”, he explains. This does make sense, and it’s more than generous of them, you think to yourself.

“At least until you’ve settled and can take care of your own needs, we will happily provide you with what you need. And when you’ll have “paid” for the house, we won’t bother you anymore”, he clarifies, chuckling at the last sentence.

Around you, the hybrids seem as enthusiastic as you are feeling. Tails are swishing left and right, ears flickering. The center is legit, and this is the first step towards home! You feel excitement buzzing inside your veins, a warm feeling enveloping your heart. You have to repress a squeal of trepidation. You take Hoseok’s hand and squeeze. He looks at you, a big grin illuminating his features. Emilio smiles at your excitement before focusing back on his computer. He hums, deep in thoughts and he taps away on his keyboard again.

“I understand that you want to stay together, right?” he asks, and Jin answers positively. He hums again, brows furrowing as he reads the computer screen. “We do have some big houses, a bit farther from the city. Since we don’t usually have a lot of packs coming here we should have some available quite quickly”, he says as he spins in his seat to retrieve papers from the printer.

“But before I need you to give me some information, of course”, he mentions, turning back his attention to you. “I would need your name, date of birth, if you know it, species, where you were born, whether you come from a shelter, breeders or a lab, etc.”

He gathers the information from the seven of you, entering the data in his computer. He prints other papers and turns around to file them. Once done, he looks at you seriously, brows furrowed and hands knitted together. He clears his throat before talking.

“If it’s not too intrusive, I’d like to know what happened to you all before coming here.”

The mood of the room instantly drops, and Emilio picks up on that, eyes immediately darkening.

“We escaped a truck en route to a slaughter facility”, you utter with a meek voice and Emilio curses under his breath. He sighs audibly and takes his head in his hands, rubbing his eyes under his glasses.

“I’m sorry”, he says simply before sighing again. He gathers your file and displays photos of different houses in front of all of you. “Let’s find you a home where you’ll be happy. Here are some houses I’m thinking about for you.”

He brings one listing closer to all of you. “This one is, I think, best suited for you. Big garden, three bathrooms, six bedrooms but there are offices that can be changed into bedrooms. The kitchen is fairly big as well and the living room has a big table, it should be able to fit the seven of you.”

“Eight”, Jimin whispers simply, staring at his open hands and you can’t help to look at the ground.

“Eight? Well I think it should be able to accommodate eight people, yeah..” He says, a bit disconcerted, curiously eyeing your stomach, but you don’t notice. Beside you, Hoseok snickers at his puzzled expression. Emilio clears his throat, and suddenly rises from his desk, prompting you to do the same.

“You can stay seated”. You do as he says.

“I’m going to fetch you a driver to bring you at the house and I’m going to deliver this file to the administration office. Normally we’d ask you to stay in the shelter while we organize everything, but I think you deserve to settle down in your new home as fast as possible”, he says, sadness evident in his eyes. “The houses are already furnished with the bare minimum, and we’ll provide you with some food and clothes for the time being”

“All you have to know is that you are safe now. We’ll take care of you”, he concludes, stepping out of his office, file in hand.

This is it, we are going to find our home.

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The visit of the houses starts after Emilio manages to find two cars to fit the seven of you, the center lacking vans to drive packs. The ride is long enough for you to doze off on Namjoon’s shoulder while he gently pets your tail, gazing absently at the scenery out the window. He wakes you up by rubbing your shoulder when the car arrives at its destination.

You are completely taken aback by the size of the house in front of you, left to stare in awe while Jungkook and Hoseok jump around excitedly, shouting in delight. You can already tell that Emilio was right, this does seem like the best fit for all of you. The house stands alone alongside the road, the neighbors’ house at least an acre away. The house is two stories, the front porch supported by wooden pillars with vines running along them. Emilio beckons you to enter the door.

The front door leads directly into a vast living room, equipped with large couches and a fireplace. An open kitchen stands against the side wall, warm tones inviting. Behind the living room is a big glass sliding-door, leading into a huge garden, perfect for all of you. You can make out a small patio with a small outdoors table and a hamac. The decoration is quite sparse, but that is something you’ll deal with later.

There are 3 bedrooms, a bathroom and an office on the first floor. The bedrooms are not very big, but quite cosy, queen sized beds in all of them along with storing space for clothes. The stairs lead up to the rest of the bedrooms and bathrooms, and a big commonplace where you can already picture bookshelves and several comfy chairs.

You visit along with Hoseok and Jin, the other boys running around the house with trepidation, while Yoongi is already sleeping on one of the couches. “I was testing it”, he later said, an adorable grin plastered on his face, making you laugh. You just step out of one of the final offices upstairs, the biggest in the house when Emilio comes to greet you, sporting a happy smile. He seems much more relaxed now than at the center, happy wrinkles showing when he smiles.

“Did you visit each of the rooms? I bet this office could be changed into a nursery!” he says warmly, eyes settling on your stomach. At his words your eyes widen in shock and confusion. Next to you, Jin chokes on his own spit, blue eyes bulging out of their sockets. Hoseok is the only one who laughs loudly, liking this way too much. At the reactions in front of him, Emilio’s eyes widen and you stammer, unable to form a coherent sentence just yet.

“Yes, this would make a great nursery for the baby”, Hoseok answers maliciously once he calmed down, hands coming to cradle your stomach as he smirks at you mischievously, and Emilio releases the breath he was holding, reassured. You don’t have the heart to tell him the truth just yet, deciding to change the subject at once.

“This house is perfect”, you simply respond after clearing your throat to chase your embarrassment. You turn to look at the hybrids next to you. Jin is red from refraining to laugh, tears threatening to spill from his eyes and Hoseok is still smirking at you, his hand having left your stomach to rest at the small of your back. “Should we gather everyone?”

No sooner said than done, Emilio and the seven of you are gathered in the living room. Jungkook is positively buzzing, tail swishing in excitement, the rest of you beaming in happiness and trepidation, even Yoongi who was woken up from his nap. Emilio hums to gather your attention.

“It seems that you are all smitten by the house. I’d say that this might be your new home”, he says, grinning even more when he catches your excited nods. He claps his hands together.

“Alright then, we’ll let you settle for today and I’ll take care of the papers, we shall deliver you some food and necessities later this afternoon. I’ll be in touch with you for the next few days to organize your new life here.”

Emilio gathers his files as the seven of you thank him and you stand up to see him out. Once you reach the door, Taehyung suddenly pops up in your head.

“Emilio..”, you say softly, catching his attention, and he hums in response. “There is another one of us… Taehyung, he is a tiger. Maybe he will come to the center to find us again. That won’t be a problem will it?” His face suddenly becomes more serious.

“Of course not Y/n, it won’t be a problem at all, we will lead him here”

He steps out on the porch before stopping dead in his tracks. He turns slowly to look at you uncertainly, his fingers coming to scratch at the base of his neck.

“So… He is the eight one, isn’t he?” You smile at him awkwardly, confirming his suspicion. He sighs deeply, and you can’t help but chuckle at his abashed expression. He chuckles at himself while shaking his head in disbelief before looking at you one last time, smiling earnestly.

“Good luck Y/n”, is all he says before leaving, and you smile one last time at him before closing the door.

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justimajin · 4 years

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It’s a Reverse Basket ◍ Part 20

⇝ Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

⇝ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ Basketball AU, Crossdressing AU

⇝ Words: 4.6k

⇝ Summary: Basketball is your everything; your passion for it running deep and wanting nothing more then to play the sport. Problem is, the sport isn’t offered competitively to girls and with that, all your hopes immediately fizzle away… …but who ever said that was going to stop you?

⇝ Warnings: pg13; time for things to get intenseee

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⇝ Previous Parts: Moodboard Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19

⇝ Last Update: Tuesday, July 28

“You’re being too slow.” A deep voice immediately warns. The bright orange ball in your hands topples over and bounces onto the ground, rolling far from you. With a sigh, you chase after it and position the ball on the palm of your hand once again, cautiously side-eyeing the bench.

Yoongi attentively watches as you bring the ball up to your fingertips, hurriedly squatting at it with your free hand. It revolves perfectly for a spiky moment and you glance at Yoongi with pure amazement.

The moment however, is short-lived. Once your attention deviates back to the spinning ball in your hands, it slips out of your hold and falls onto the ground again. Yoongi still holds an impressed smile, reaching down to snag the ball. He effortlessly raises it onto his palm, letting it spin as if he was just merely breathing.

You gaze in awe when it doesn’t waver at all like how yours did, the bubble of wonder only popping once Namjoon enters the room. Yoongi ends up casting the basketball away in a hurry, acting like he hadn’t spent the past twenty minutes of dire practice time teaching you a simple trick.

The sudden shift is understandable, especially when your entire team's stiff forms begin to flood into the gym and Namjoon appears significantly tenser.

You’re nearing the end of nationals, and soon you’ll be facing off with the last team in hopes to win this year’s title.

One by one, everyone in your team forms a line-up similar to day one. Taehyung yawns beside you and Jungkook mimics the same expression Namjoon dons. You catch sight of Hoseok and Jimin, waving back at them as the latter briefly smiles in your direction.

But seeing them only heightens your senses, face paling as one lone thought suddenly sparks up in your mind.

What would they think if they knew about your secret?

***

The last day of nationals has arrived.

After being called in, your team – which consists of your two roommates, Hoseok and your Captain – is swarmed by a stream of lights and the voices of cheering coming in from the bleachers. Your jersey shines underneath the spotlight and you head towards your side of the court, anxiously waiting for the team that you’ll be facing off with. The lateral doors to the gym open and the answer you wanted is presented right in front of you.

Your body numbs with horror, the ground underneath you nearly shattering. With wide transfixed eyes, you can only watch from afar as the team continues to pool out of the doors, the reality sinking further in.

Because right in front of you, stands the team you had once desperately tried to become a part of.

Your old high school’s competitive team.

Sucking in a harsh breath, you attempt to shake away the terror that fills you by the minute. The referee strides in when the court is completely full of players, a basketball in his hands.

He states the basic instructions you’ve heard countless times during these games, informing everyone of the crucial fact that you initially assumed you were prepared for.

Winner of this game will be the victor of this year’s league.

Your throat grows parched, but your hands twist into tightened fists as determination spikes within you. This is something you’ve been dreaming of for so long and you can’t let this sudden new flood of feelings overtake any of that.

You force yourself into focus as the referee picks up his whistle, mind remaining alert. There’s a plethora of shrieks in the silence gym and your entire team instantly disperses.

Yoongi steals the ball much to your relief and Hoseok immediately emerges onto his radar among all the players. He jumps to retrieve the ball, heading straight for the basket. When his path becomes blocked though, he swirls around – eyes catching onto your racing form.

The ball meets your shaken hands, agilely dribbling it alongside your quick feet. A head full of black fluffy locks hurriedly outstretches his arms, your eyes flickering.

He’s covered in a flash, a member of the other team suddenly coming forth and cutting off your space. Your brows contort, attempting to assess the situation for a better way out – but that’s when your eyes fall upon the member’s face.

You still, breath hitching in your throat. You’re not the only one having a reaction, because the person blocking your path is completely stunned as well.

A basketball abruptly shoots out, nearly hitting you after your conversation with the coach.

“Oops!” A boy rushes over, his eyes wide but far from innocent, “That was my bad! Maybe if you were on the team you would have been able to catch it.”

The comment is followed by an accompaniment of snickers from behind him, and he slips the ball away from his hands towards you again with a conniving smile.

You merely blink as the ball slips through your hands, the boy sprinting across the court with it to reach his other members. Snapping too late into the action, the buzzer rings and the team is rewarded with a point.

A hand suddenly wraps tightly around your arm, spinning you around. Your fearful eyes find Yoongi’s confused one’s right away. He’s sweating profusely, but his eyes are flickering all over you, utterly puzzled with your abrupt daze in the middle of such an important game.

It’s only when he notices you trembling that he lets go, yet the fear doesn’t leave as you quietly trudge back to your position. Yoongi does so as well when the referee ushers him to, but he can’t stop himself from sending concerned glances at you. Gritting his teeth, he’s forced to acknowledge the situation is out of his hands when he has to stand opposite from the other Captain on the court.

The whistle blows and the other team gets a chance at the ball this time. Your entire team disperses in efforts of deterring them and grasping any opportunity from a slip up. The strategy seems to work with Jungkook taking control of the ball, his sight briefly swinging to your side. You stretch out your arms, prepared to grasp onto it.

The ball falls out of your hands.

A loud cry rips out of your throat when you make contact with the court, your arm skidding harshly against the ground.

“Y/N!”

The rough impact makes your mind spin, vision turning impaired. The sound of faint snickers is all you can pick up on, not until there’s two strong arms lifting you up.

You’re plopped down onto the bench with a wince, “Is it bad?” Namjoon’s voice picks up, crouching down to view the injury.

“He’s bleeding.” Yoongi states, sounding out of breath. You open your eyes at that, your sight getting cutting off by his hand. “Don’t look, it’s–…it’s pretty bad.”

You nod, trusting him on the matter. Within minutes, the echoes of heels hitting against the floor greet your ears, a familiar voice joining the two of them.

“Move over.” Soyoung orders and you feel Yoongi shift. There’s a drawn-out silence that spikes up the beats of your heart, a sigh passing by the doctor’s lips.

“The injuries are deep. He needs to be taken to the infirmary.”

“Lead the way.” Yoongi responds, lifting you once again. You scramble to keep a tight grip on him, voice wavering.

“I-I can walk Yoongi, i-it’s okay….”

“No.” You feel him deeply exhale, “You can’t.”

You frown, but that’s when a sharp pain in your leg shoots up and elicits a hiss from you. Yoongi rushes behind Soyoung, his eyes growing skeptical when he notices the other team huddled and observing you leaving with twisted smiles.

***

Once you reach the infirmary, Soyoung snaps into action and begins taking out bottles of ointment. Long white strips are tied around your right arm and leg, the sight of skin torn and bright pink flesh being visible making you grimace. Yoongi and Namjoon remain on standby next to your bed, darting a glance between each other.

“I don’t understand…” Namjoon whispers, “Y/N’s injuries shouldn’t have been this bad.”

“They shouldn’t have been....” Yoongi grits, arms crossed. A light knock rattles against the door, Namjoon’s eyes perking up.

“Is Y/N okay?” Jimin questions, the room slowly being flooded with a few members of your team. Because Yoongi and Namjoon had abruptly left with you, the game was put on halt and the members were left confused with the sudden change of events. They had been granted limited time to visit you but seeing your injuries on full display pulls them back into uncertainty.

Taehyung and Hoseok poke their heads out next, stuck in disbelief from your condition. Jungkook faces Namjoon, astounded as well.

“What happened?”

“He was pushed.” Yoongi spits out before Namjoon can answer, his eyes flaring.

“By the other team?” Taehyung immediately questions, and Yoongi nods, “But why?”

“I think they were targeting Y/N from the start.” Hoseok interjects. “I don’t know why but I’ve been getting a bad vibe from them.”

There’s a collective hum in the room and you tighten your hold on the bed sheets, eyes fluctuating. Another knock resounds on the door, drawing out your attention.

It’s him.

Your eyes grow wide from the smirk he holds, “Is your player alright?”

You have to lunge forward to grab onto Yoongi’s jersey, his blood boiling from the sole question. He throws a stunned look at you, but you merely shake your head in response.

“Yes, he’s recovering.” Namjoon steps up, “Thank you for the consideration, but why are you here?”

He smiles, stating a proposition no one was prepared for, “Because I want you to forfeit the game to our team.”

“What?” Hoseok immediately shrieks, stomping over and grabbing onto his collar, “You’ve got a lot of nerve coming in here and telling us what to do after hurting Y/N!”

“Hoseok!” Namjoon tries to push him away, but he doesn’t budge.

“Really? You’re protecting Y/N.” A scornful laugh bubbles out of his lips, only to further add into Hoseok’s rage, “You have no idea what you’re dealing with.”

It takes both Taehyung and Namjoon to yank Hoseok off, who scowls at him.

“What are you even talking about?!”

You unconsciously tighten your fists, “Should I tell them Y/N? Or do you want to do the honours?”

All eyes are suddenly on you, forming a bright spotlight.

When your silence simply grows, Taehyung intervenes. “Just leave us alone. We’re not going to forfeit this game.”

He wickedly laughs, “If you guys don’t agree, I’m going to tell the referee about Y/N’s little secret over here and your team will be disqualified.”

“What?” Jungkook interjects, his eyes darting over to you, “What secret, Y/N?”

His laughter only grows, “Poor Y/N’s been hiding it from every single one of you! This entire time, you’ve been playing with a girl on your team!”

The room is laced in a dense silence, only the manic laughter of your former school mate’s voice resonating. It snaps the cord of control Yoongi had been holding, sending the boy reeling outside the door.

“You better make a decision fast! Lose with some dignity or I’ll take that away from you too!” You don’t hear much after that once Yoongi emerges from the door frame with heavy pants. There’s silence once again, the air lingering with unsaid questions.

Taehyung is the first to speak up.

“You’re a girl…?” He says it like he’s still questioning the idea, not fully convinced.

“That guy was just messing around. There’s no way that’s possible.” Jungkook brings up, clearly irritated.

Taehyung hums in agreement, but your voice cuts through.

“I…need to tell you all something...”

“Y/N.”

You glance over at Yoongi, who begs you with his eyes to stop. Although you acknowledge that Yoongi is normally right, you don’t think you have it in you anymore to keep lying to the people you love like this.

Taking in a deep breath, your eyes flutter close. When they open, you address all the confused looks staring back at you.

“What he said, was true. I’m a girl.” Your words are firm with resolute, sparking wide eyed looks.

Jungkook intervenes, “But that’s impossible how–“

“I changed my identity when I entered this school. I hid that I was a girl the entire time I was here.”

You continue as shock reigns through everyone and gesture towards the door, “He was a part of the boy’s competitive team from my old school. He knew me as a girl, so I think he wants to use that as a way for us to give up on the game.”

A shaky breath leaves you, “I-I’m sorry.”

You pause, waiting for the pregnant silence to be over. Surely enough, someone does.

“There was no history of your previous schools.” Namjoon states as a fact, a finger on his lips, “I assumed you had come from another state so that’s why the documents hadn’t transferred over, but it was actually because you couldn’t have records with being female to come here.”

You nod, “I had to request for a record with a new identity to be made instead.”

Namjoon hums, appearing to understand you more than anything. You appreciate it, however, you can’t say you had prepared yourself for the worse.

“You lied to us…” Taehyung whispers, a grimace running through you, “T-This whole time...”

“We were your friends….we stayed in the same dorm...” Jungkook adds on, distraught in his voice, “We spent so much time together, but you never thought to tell us once?”

“I-I….”

“I don’t even know what to say.” It’s the first time you’ve seen Jungkook so shaken, turning away from you.

“Guys please.” You beg, “I’m still the same person.”

Your eyes move over to Hoseok and Jimin, who appear conflicted with the new information. Hoseok sighs and shakes his head, pacing to the door frame before heading out. The action sends a pang of pain through you, like you had just been faced with rejection.

Taehyung and Jungkook soon follow through with Hoseok, leaving the room’s premises completely. Catching sight of Taehyung’s broken expression elicits a hoard of apologies from within you, but it’s too late when they all disappear.

Sobs shake through your body, curling in onto yourself. A hand reaches out, tapping against your arm.

Your eyes are wet when Jimin gazes at you in dismay, planting himself down onto the side of the bed. His appearance puzzles you, the confusion being lifted once a soft smile graces his lips.

“Jimin…?” You sniffle, “Y-You stayed?”

His eyes crinkle, “I guess I’m not entirely shocked? I kind of found out unintentionally…”

A deep blush covers his cheeks as he nervously scratches his neck, a small smile spurring from you at the memory.

“Thank you for staying.” You whisper and Jimin brightens up from the notion. Yoongi watches the two of you from afar, before turning to Namjoon.

“What are the stats?”

“Two and zero. They’re one point from winning.” Namjoon sighs, “We’re going to need a miracle to win this Yoongi.”

“C-Can we win…?” You whisper, warily glancing between them. It’s clear that either way, this game is not going to end well for your side.

Yoongi doesn’t respond, lost in thought. After a moment, something finally sparks in his eyes.

“Do you want to keep playing this game?”

You blink, “I can’t Yoongi, I–“

“Answer me.” He leans forward, inches away from you, “Do you want to play this game?”

“I-I…” You falter at his deep gaze in his eyes, “I…do.”

“Then you need to get back in there.” He turns to Namjoon, “What did Soyoung say about her injuries? Will they impact her if she returns?”

Namjoon shakes his head, “She should be fine as long as she keeps her arm and leg covered. I can also inform the referee about the situation.”

“Good, let me know what he says.” Yoongi mutters, but your hand reaches out and clasps onto his arm.

“But you can’t bring me back, the members are upset and if my secret’s out then–“

“Y/N.” Yoongi softly whispers, gently holding your hand, “You came into this school dressed up as a boy to fulfill your dream. Are you really going to let some guy from your old school ruin that for you?”

You press your lips together at that, “Don’t worry about anything. Leave it all up to me.” He reassures, “Just focus on the game.”

“He’s right.” Namjoon says, smiling from behind.

“We need you Y/N.” Jimin pitches in, a huge grin forming on your lips.

“Alright.” You say firmly, staring back in Yoongi’s eyes, “Get me back into the game.”

***

If you thought heading into this game the first time was hard, you couldn’t have been even more wrong.

It takes every fiber within you to walk confidently into that gym, surrounding yourself with members that barely want to take a peek in your direction. Taking a couple of steadying breaths, you observe Namjoon and Yoongi conversing with the referee until he nods, letting Yoongi jog back to his position on the court. From the looks of it, everything seems okay.

Once the whistle blows, you click right back in. Yoongi pushes himself to capture the ball, tossing it over to Jungkook who soars by while dribbling. He glances around and his stare notices you right away, but with a grunt he opts out to pass to Taehyung instead.

Although you understand you’re not on the greatest patch with one another, passing to Taehyung morphs into a downfall when the ball slips out of his hands and falls onto the ground. The whistle is blown and the referee declares the round won’t be included because of the ball’s uncontrolled contact with the ground.

With a sigh, you resume back to your positions and attempt to give another shot. This time, the other team snatches up the ball and you race over to block a shot, but Hoseok ends up getting to the basketball faster instead. You stretch out your arms for him to pass over to you in an open spot, but the struggle in doing so causes you to stagger on your feet and for a wave of pain to spike up in your leg.

Hoseok ends up spending too long in finding another opening and the timer for the round buzzes.

A tick leaves Namjoon and he signals the referee for a time out. He’s given three minutes and that’s all he truly needs to scold his team.

“Teamwork – that’s the one thing we have emphasized countless times during practice.” He huffs, being met with down casted gazes, “Come on guys!”

“We have a game to play.” Yoongi states, his arms crossed, “I know there are some differences between us, but that’s not what we need to focus on right now.”

You’re appreciative that Yoongi didn’t bring up what transpired in the infirmary, but it takes one glance around to tell you that it isn’t as simple as doing so. Namjoon’s rant spurs a couple of ‘hms’ and ‘okays’, the team nonchalantly disbanding.

Getting back onto the court, your eyes are solely glued to the way the timer is rapidly ticking down.

Taking a different approach, you instantly dart over to Yoongi’s side once the ball is under his wing. He notices your brisk sprinting in an instant, letting out a grunt as he luckily tosses the ball to your side.

You let all thoughts loose right when the firm ball meets your delicate fingertips, a rush of energy drumming through your veins. But it’s cut off short as you suddenly become surrounded, face to face with the very person causing chaos for your team.

His hands are wide like he knows you’re going to pass to him, throwing in the rag for this game and granting them the gracious opportunity of skyrocketing to victory. You’re almost tempted to, knowing that either way, your team will be faced with dire consequences because of your sole mistake.

“Y/N!”

You snap out of your daze at Taehyung racing to a free spot near you, his arms waving. “Over here!”

Blinking for a moment, you don’t even hesitate. Taehyung spins around and passes the ball onto Jungkook, who trudges through the field of players.

The last person that receives the basketball is Yoongi, taking the final shot with one hand.

The buzzer rings; your team having scored their first point.

You quickly glimpse at Taehyung when getting back into position, observing his clenched fists and determined gaze. A smile loops on your lips, waiting for the next signal.

Yoongi goes for the same strategy again, acknowledging that you’re the person who manages to get to him the fastest. You dribble around, avoiding everyone until two hands halt you.

“This wasn’t part of the deal!” He aggressively whispers.

You ignore that, remembering Yoongi’s words of solely focusing on the game. Hoseok sprints behind you, narrowing his eyes.

“Back off.” He barks, and you whirl around to hand him the ball. He dashes to Jungkook, who manages to get another point for your team, the score officially being tied.

You heave with relief, dragging your sore and exhausted body back to the court. You glance at the other team, huddled and whispering into each other’s ears. You can’t help but notice the way they look at you, something that feels unsettling.

The referee declares the last game and blows his whistle. The opposing captain whisks the ball away this time, your entire team dashing around him.

Jungkook dramatically speeds up, appearing more determined than ever. He snags the ball, passing over to Taehyung.

Taehyung rushes to break away from the hoard of players around him, failing to do so when the ball is knocked out of his hands. You hastily grab onto it, warily glancing near you when all the players slowly crease forward.

You furrow your brows when it almost feels like you’re being caged in, but then you realize they’re using their forms to tower over you.

When you hear a round of snickers, you know the entire team knows more about you than you had hoped. You become even more alarmed when they cover your backside, no opportunity in allowing you to escape.

Jungkook paces through all of them, his eyes wide when you're constantly averting your gaze for an opening. He meets your eyes and signals for you to pass it along, relief on your features from his immediate appearance.

Jungkook practically glides across the ground to get away from the sudden crowd of players, willing himself to pass the ball over to Hoseok. Although sweating like a madman, Hoseok manages to find some room and give Yoongi the ball.

Yoongi races to the hoop, the timer on the scoreboard rapidly ticking down. He’s close and if he makes the shot now, he can surely bring his entire team to victory.

He halts his steps.

You anxiously rush over, wondering why he was simply dribbling underneath the basket when you barely have time left. But that’s when Yoongi spots you and hands you the ball instead, handing you the opportunity to make the final shot of the season.

You waste no time in doing so, grinding your teeth harshly and letting the ball sink in. You wait a moment, the silence being replaced with the loud sound of the buzzer.

Your eardrums almost split with the high-pitched voices screaming in the gym, prepared to sink down onto the ground with a thud. Your team doesn’t allow for that though.

Before the haze of winning takes you over, you’re being squished into a huge team hug. As per usual, you’re a little watchful at all the grabbing hands, but that thought disappears once Yoongi and Namjoon join in as well. You don’t realize you’re crying until the team parts, everyone smiling at you.

“You did it Y/N!” Hoseok shouts.

“WE WON!!” Taehyung chimes in.

You smile, but then another voice cuts in.

“Bangtan Sondeyeon has cheated to win this game!” A particularly loud voice declares, blinded by fury, “One of their members is A GIRL!!”

You notice the claims have peeked the referee’s interest, his hands gesturing for your team to come over. You bite down on your lip, hands fumbling until Namjoon steps forward, giving you a small smile.

“What seems to be the problem?”

“Her!” He points directly at you, “She’s the girl on their team!”

“What are you talking about?” Namjoon questions, facing the referee, “That is certainly not the case, all of Y/N’s previous records state that he’s male.”

The referee nods, “She’s a girl! I’m telling you!!”

“Do you have any proof?” Namjoon ponders, a cunning glint in his eyes. “For something as trivial as this, you would need proof, no?”

“I-I…” He huffs, clearing not prepared to admit defeat. His next words have your eyes enlarging, fear spreading through them.

“Strip him then.” He grins, “If he’s really male, then he should look like one right?”

You take a shaky breath, but you’re soon being pushed behind a head of red hair.

“That would be considered harassment.” Yoongi states, the look in his eyes making you want to shrivel away. He glares at the referee, “If this is a serious claim, then I believe an investigation can be done.”

“We’ll have to do an investigation. A background check and previous records need to be looked into, but for now, “ He raises a brow at how much the boy next to him is heaving, “Bangtan Sondeyeon has officially won this year’s league.”

“This is not fair! It’s all her fault and they should be disqu–“

“I suggest if you don’t want your own team looking bad, you agree to this investigation. Otherwise it seems more to me that your claims are false.”

He quiets down at that, the referee smiling at Namjoon and Yoongi with a congratulations. He leisurely walks away as the other team leaves with scowls on their faces, but your team barely pays attention.

“Thank you.” You sincerely whisper to Namjoon and Yoongi, facing your other members, “And thank you for helping me through the game. I’m really sorry I lied to all of you….”

Your gaze falls onto the ground. Taehyung, Hoseok and Jungkook exchange glances with each other, before Taehyung pulls you into a hug.

“We’re sorry for getting angry with you. It’s like you said, you’re still Y/N.”

Jungkook smiles, “Which means you’re still a part of Bangtan too.”

Tears slip down from your eyes from that. “But you have a lot of explaining to do!” Hoseok pipes up, “Especially with how you managed to live with us without slipping up the secret!”

“Actually….” You avert your eyes, “There was one person who knew about my identity this whole time….”

“What? Who?!” Hoseok proclaims. Yoongi quickly ushers you all to move to the side, a frown on his face.

“Let’s just get going now, what’s done is done.”

All three of them whip around to stare at Yoongi in shock, but the former casually pushes them to keep moving, biting down the smile that threatens to overtake his lips.

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noonaduck · 4 years

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Sexd (sex ed) pt. 11

Pairing: BTS OT7 x reader genre: Fluff,smut, angst, non idol Au Warnings: angst, thigh riding, blowjob, cursing Words: 8531 A/N: I want to thank everyone who has gone trough this journey with me. I have enjoyed a lot writing this series and I hope that you gain your answer with the final part. ps. it took me so long with getting this out that there still might be some huge errors if so please let me know :) Summary: Y/N is a woman who is inexperienced in anything when it comes to relationships and sex. Luckily her friend Jimin along with his six other friends decide to show her what she has been missing. 10. < 11. last part.

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You were barely able to sleep on previous night while hundreds of thoughts were spinning in your mind. You wouldn't have guessed in your wildest dreams that you would end up in a situation where you were now. Now laying in your room looking up to the ceiling you replay the memory from last night. Your friends had had a secret meeting about you and you didn't know how to feel. After you had hid in to Jin's bedroom you had waited holding your breath that would someone show up and expose that you had been secretly eavesdropping the conversation. Luck had been on your side for once and you were able to sneak out from Jin's room and hide in to yours without further drama. You had no idea how you would manage for the rest of the day, after all you wouldn't be leaving the villa before the evening arrives.

You played with an idea of calling a taxi and sneaking away without saying a word but you were quick to reject the idea. You weren't that scared and insecure teenager who ran away and hid when difficulties rose. You could remember your first love interest from when you were fourteen or if you could call it even that. It was a more of silly crush to be a honest, you were just a little nerd hiding behind your too large hoodies and round glasses covered by messy bangs. When you had left your hometown you had gone through a major makeover. You had changed the shapeless clothes in to more flattering ones, learned basic make up and cut your hair. You did all that for yourself, to be better and braver version of Y/N. Your start in the big city wasn't easy. At first you had worked on gas station and doing job as a waitress on the side before you landed a job in the local theater. You had always had a soft spot for arts, it didn't matter was it acting, dancing, music or something else creative, you thrived from artistic people. You as a person were still far from an artist, you couldn't draw even if your life depended on it, music notes looked like an alien language in your eyes and you had coordination abilities of five years old. You didn't let the lack of skill set to hold you back and picked of pieces of culture where ever you could.

Your mind returns back to present and you glance towards your phone laying next to you on your bed. You felt like your phone was a hot potato that would make your fingers burn if you even brushed it lightly. Jimin's text haunted in back of your mind and you haven't touched your phone after reading the words on the screen. Words… Suddenly you remember the unopened letter which was among the flowers. You get up from your bed like a spring and rush towards the closed bedroom door. You hesitate for a little when you hear voices coming from the living area but you are able to gather yourself together and pull the handle down. You see Taehyung and Jungkook deeply focused on some movie coming from the television and you decide to try to sneak past of them. Like you can ques that didn't work like you wanted, perhaps you had used all your luck earlier.

''Why are you sneaking?'' A familiar voice whispers to your ear and you freeze on your tracks right next to the couch where Taehyung and Jungkook were sitting.

''Shh! Get down.'' You hiss to Hoseok and pull him to hide behind of the furniture with you.

''You didn't answer my question, are you avoiding our Kookie and Tae here?'' Hoseok asks with low voice tilting his head curiously towards the duo.

''No, I'm not specially avoiding them, I tried to avoid everyone.'' You hiss back and you blush after you realize what you just did reveal to Hoseok.

''Oh, why is that?'' Hoseok asks raising his brows amused.

While you are panicking inside you haven't noticed the two heads appearing over the back of couch and looking at you curiously.

''Never mind, it is nothing honestly.'' You stutter when Hoseok leans closer to your face.

''Hmm, I think it got to be something, your face is heating quite badly.'' Hoseok teases and pokes your forehead.

You back away from Hoseok’s presence your face now even more redder if possible. While you stumble you look up and finally notice the grinning guys.

''Sup?'' Taehyung asks smirking alongside of Jungkook.

''Ho-how long you guys have been staring at us?'' You ask your eyes wide in horror.

''Enough to hear that you are hiding something, am I right Kook?''

''Yup.'' Jungkook smirks arrogantly.

''What's the noise is about?'' Yoongi complains and merges from his room. He seems have recently woken up, only wearing a loose t-shirt revealing his collarbones paired with a loose basketball-shorts and his hair looking like a messy bird’s nest.

''Y/N is keeping secrets from us.'' Taehyung pouts and Yoongi raises his brows amused.

''Is she now?'' Yoongi asks and walks to you squatting down to your level. ''Now tell me what are you hiding kitten?'' Yoongi asks taking gently hold of your chin so you can't avoid his eyes piercing through your soul.

You try to shake your head in denial but Yoongi's grip prevents you from doing so. You slightly note a patter of footsteps somewhere nearby but you are too focused to Yoongi to any more attention to it.

''Y/N, answer for him.'' Taehyung's lips brushes your ear and you shiver.

He must have moved next to you on the floor while you were occupied with Yoongi's eyes.

''Yeah, Y/N don't keep us waiting.'' You hear a husky whisper from Jungkook's lips who is still watching you from his spot on couch. The awkward atmosphere is turning quickly in to more heated one and you shiver slightly..

''Yoongi she said that she is trying to avoid all of us.'' Hoseok tells and isn’t definitely helping your situation.

It seems like whatever bickering they had earlier between of them has disappeared and they were working as one unit to make you break. Couldn't they have worked their problems little later? You mean you weren't even doing anything bad, just trying to sneak Jimin's note to your room where you could read it in peace without anyone noticing and getting upset. Now the situation was turning more difficult for you by the minute. Oh, how you wished that Jin would magically appear and save you from the mess but now you were sure that you had ran out of your luck completely.

''I think that a cat got her tongue.'' Taehyung sighs after your too long pause. ''Be a good girl and show your tongue to us that I can see it is still there.'' Your eyes widens even more if possible and you glance Taehyung with horrified side eye.

''Well, what are you waiting for kitten, show him that pretty tongue of yours.'' Yoongi tells and finally lets go of your chin.

Everyone is waiting impatiently you to obey and you turn slightly towards Taehyung opening your lips slowly. Only the tip of your wet tongue peeks out from your lips but that is all Taehyung needs, he takes your tongue between his thumb and index finger and tugs it to get it more in to view. Rest of the group stares you and Taehyung with heated eyes and you can hear even someone to moan quietly.

''Yep, it is still there, no cats have been around.'' Taehyung grins happily.

You suppress your urge to roll your eyes for Taehyung's silly words. A loud cough from a doorway interrupts you and Taehyung lets go of your tongue in surprise. Namjoon in standing by the doorway his hands folded on his chest and he is looking the scene in front of him his brows arched.

''I never knew that you would be in to gangbang.'' He chuckles lowly.

''What? No!'' You panic and glance the men around you.

''what you mean no? After all you were earlier up to threesome.'' Namjoon keeps going and you notice how Yoongi and Hoseok freezes simultaneously.

''What the fuck is wrong with you?'' Yoongi hisses and gets up from the floor.

''Nothing. I just stated a fact.'' Namjoon rolls his eyes.

''There you go and act all high and mighty even when we know that you are whipped like rest of us.'' You haven't ever seen Hoseok so angry, all the sunshine is gone and a storm is taking over his features.

''Yeah, and if I remember correctly you were the one last night who wanted us to play fairly and not make Y/N feel guilty.'' Taehyung peeps in.

You fish you were anywhere else than here, the guys were talking like you weren’t at present. ''That's it, I can't take this anymore!'' You yell and get up from the floor. ''I never wanted to ruin your relationships with each other. I even tried to believe that I could be friends with you guys even after gaining several confession, but it seems that I was wrong.''

''Y/N look I'm sor-'' Namjoon begins feeling regret but you stop him with a harsh glare.

''Save it, I know now why Jin wanted me to hurry with my decision, you guys are impossible to handle right now. I will go to my room, pack my bag and call a taxi. When I'm coming out from that room again I hope that any of you isn't in sight.'' With that being said you march to your room and slam the door shut after you leaving a bunch of guilty looking guys behind.

You are in middle of throwing your clothes in to your bag when you hear a careful knock from your door.

''what!''' You yell angrily and Jin peeks in.

''Hi, do you mind if I come in. I hear that you won't see any other of the guys but I thought that you would at least see me.'' Jin smiles carefully.

''Oh, it's just you. Of course you can come in, in fact I think you are the only one I can stand right now.'' You tell with a sigh and pull your fingers through your hair.

Jin steps in and closes the door after him, he walks to your bed and sit on the edge next to your luggage. ''I was thinking that I could give you a ride back to the town so you don't have take a taxi. I mean if you are truly leaving.''

''I'm, I need space after everything that I have been through and I would be a grateful for a ride if you truly mean it.'' You stop your packing and flash a grateful smile towards Jin.

''Well before you go I want to give you something.'' Jin reaches to his pocket and pulls out the envelope that has caused your last mess. ''I swear I haven't read it.'' Jin assures you and hands the letter to you.

''I didn't even think that you would.'' You assure and turn the letter around tearing it open with impatient fingers.

Jin follows in silence when your eyes slides over the words.

Dear Y/N,

I'm sincerely asking you forgive me after all I have said to you. I know that this small token of mine won't be even near enough to make you forgive me but I thought that I have start from somewhere. I'm not really good with words but I'm going to try. I was a total dick who wasn't at first aware of my feelings towards you. I always took you as a granted, you are my little town girl who I am proud to call as my friend ( at least I hope that we are still friends). When I noticed that my friends took liking of you it made me pissed, why they would like you? You were my friend at first place! I thought like a fool that if I made you feel bad about getting close with my friends you would take distance of them and focus only at me again. Only at the moment when I saw you running away in tears I realized that I loved you. I say it again, I love you Y/N so much it hurts and I can't lose you even if you only accept me as a friend. If you are ready to forgive me please come tomorrow evening around the sunset to the cliff nearby Taehyung's grandparents house (I'm sure that Jungkook and Taehyung knows which place I mean if you ask them) I will be waiting for you.

Yours truly,

The fool, Park Jimin.

You are barely able to figure all the words in the small card but after you have gone trough of them twice you are stunned. Your fight with Jimin feels like a distant memory even though that much time hasn't passed.

''Well what does it say?'' Jin asks after he can't take your silence anymore. Wordlessly you hand the paper back to him. ''So what you want to do?'' Jin asks after reading the note and putting the letter down on your bed.

''I think, I think that I should meet him. I miss him a lot.'' You admit sniffing. All the events of the past few days is taking toll of you and soon you find yourself crying freely in Jin's lap.

''Shh, it is going to be okay. Everything is alright.'' Jin kisses top of your head whispering sweet nothings to your ear and swaying you gently on his lap.

You two sit in silence for a long time only noise disturbing the space being your quiet sobbing. After you have felt like all your tears have dried down you finally look up back to Jin who is smiling gently.

''Better?'' He asks and you nod answering to his smile with your own.

''Thank you, I really needed to let it all out.'' You tell with raspy voice, you clear your throat and continue. ''I think that I have to use Jungkook's tactics now, there is no chance that I'm able to go to work if I will wait for Jimin.''

Jin chuckles lightly to that and you grin as well. ''So what do you wanna do with others? Are you trying to talk with them again?''

''Oh right, I forgot.'' At least I wanted to for now...

''I can keep them out of your way till your meeting with Jimin arrives.'' Jin suggests.

''How are you going to do that?'' You ask curiously.

''I think that the upstairs need thorough cleaning, its least what we can do repaying Taehyung's grandparents.'' Jin winks.

Jin is keeping his word and you can hear even in to your room’s closed door, how he demands your friends attention..

''Guys we are going to clean the upstairs!'' He states voice full of cheerfulness. He is being extremely loud on purpose so that you can hear him speaking.

''Are you fucking serious, why we would do that?'' Jungkook complains loudly. ''I get that we need to clean mess we made but when you talk about cleaning you mean a whole different thing.

''I'm busy.'' You hear Yoongi to add in his protest.

''Being a sleep on couch doesn't mean that you are busy.'' Jin tells being sassy. You can imagine him rolling his eyes to Yoongi. ''Now get your butts up and visit the cleaning closet and after that march to the upstairs.''

After that you tune out the whines and complaints but from the amount of noises and cursing they are obeying him regardless. Soon you hear distant sound of thumbing bass and you relax. You hope that Jin is able to keep them busy until the evening.

You pace back and forth in your room feeling impatient. You had tried to read a book to take your mind elsewhere but you had find yourself reading a same page over and over again.

You even went through social media but there isn't anything to peak your interest. The arms of the clock feels like they are mocking you and going extremely slow.. Finally the sun is setting and turning the sky into different shades of pink and orange. You look peek out from your bedroom doorway and sigh in relief after you see no one in sight.

''Why you want me to dust all these books, can’t we skip that?'' You hear Taehyung whining loudly over the music playing on background noise of their cleaning.

''Have you ever helped your grandparents with cleaning? You should be grateful, they borrowed their home to us and even filled the fridge to the prim.'' Jin screams back.

You chuckle lightly to their yelling competition and head to the front door. You put your sneakers and jacket on and make sure that your phone is in your pocket. When you are sure that you have everything you take a step outside. You are glad that Jungkook had told you about the cliff yesterday or you should have been forced to go through with awkward conversation either with him or Taehyung for directions. You head for the now familiar path and instead turning towards the small pond you take the other option. You don't have to walk for a long until the trees steps aside revealing the cliff. You find Jimin standing alone looking over the cliff in his thoughts.. He hasn't come without gifts to ask your forgiveness. On the ground is large fluffy looking blanket covered with pillows and next to it is resting a large picnic basket. The whole cliff is covered with small red candles that are forming a big heart around the nest that Jimin had built. You stare the view in silence without knowing what to say. You aren't sure is the whole scenery more breathtaking or is Jimin the one who is taking your breath away. You are only seeing his backside his face towards the view. Jimin is wearing a black leather jacket hugging his figure and pair of washed jeans.

''Jimin.'' You call softly but he is able to hear your voice and he spins around quickly. Now you are sure of it, Jimin is the one who is making it hard to breath for you. Underneath his jacket is white shirt with small cuts exposing his skin here and there in tasteful manner, his hair is slicked backwards with gel and a lonely silver chain is hanging from his ear.

''Y/N you came.'' Jimin sighs in relief and hurries to you. He takes your hands in to his but then he remembers that you are mad at him and tries to pull away but you end up stopping him and squeezing his hands tightly in to yours.

''I would be the fool if I wouldn't have came, I mean look at all this!'' You tell amazed.

Jimin smirks lightly to your reference to his letter but then his face turns more serious.

''I'm truly sorry about all the things I said. You aren't any of those thing I said you were. You are kind and funny and beautiful and...'' Jimin stutters and you stop him with shaking your head lightly.

''You are thinking too highly of me.'' You tell blushing.

''Nonsense! You are amazing.’’ Jimin pauses. ’’Uh, do you want to go to sit down, I mean I kind of went through lot of trouble and would hate to see it all go to waste.'' He smirks awkwardly.

''Of course!'' You tell excitedly and follow Jimin to the picnic still holding his hand in yours. You feel like there is more words left to clear things completely between you and him but you are ready to get there slowly. The most important thing was that you were here with Jimin and you were making the effort to make things right.

Jimin watches when you get yourself comfortable and then reaches for the picnic basket. He pulls out sandwiches wrapped in tight cling film followed by two glasses and bottle of sparkling wine, bowl of strawberries dipped in chocolate, grapes and delicious looking chocolate chip cookies.

''I hope that everything fits you my lady.'' Jimin smirks and struggles with the wine bottle opener. You chuckle lightly to Jimin's focused face and he grins happily back when the gap bops open.

''Look at all of this, it's way too much!''

''Nothing is too good for you Y/N, specially after everything I had done.'' Jimin's tone turns rather serious when he pours the drink into your class and hands it to you carefully.

''Jimin...'' You start but it's Jimin’s turn to silence you.

''Please just let me speak and explain myself some more. I feel like if I don't do it right now I might lose my courage.'' Jimin's voice turns rather nervous and all the earlier confidence seems to slip away. You nod slightly and take a sip from your drink the bubbles tickling your mouth slightly. Jimin smiles gratefully and his eyes fill with determination.

''When I was in high school I dated a girl named Hannah. She was my best friend alongside of Jungkook and Taehyung. All the times I didn't spend with the guys I spend with her. She was my first in everything, my first crush, my first kiss and eh... you know first partner in bed. I just felt complete with her and thought that I would spend rest of my life with her. I know that High school romances are little bit cliche but that is how I felt. We had dated almost two years when first signs of her not being okay appeared. She was a part of girls soccer team but suddenly she had difficulties to breath after little bit running or climbing up stairs. She was quick to brush my worries of and even made me laugh about them. Then came loud coughing and she finally agreed to meet a doctor. I was truly hopeful after a doctor had said that she might be suffering from an asthma but her symptoms turned worse. She started coughing blood and she was taken in to more thorough tests.'' Jimin takes a shaky breath and continues. ''They found a tumor in her lungs and told that it had already send metastasis in other parts of her body. Her parents pulled her from school and decided to home school her instead. I was there in every free moment I could and Taehyung and Jungkook was there supporting us. She get more skinnier, refused to eat and her fever was more often present than not. Doctors decided to put Hannah under chemotherapy and I was there watching how life was leaving her, her hair was falling, her skin got thinner and her body weaker. Soon she was in so bad state that she had to stay at the hospital.'' Jimin is now crying freely but he keeps going with his story. Only thing that you could do for him was listen in silence and squeeze his hand in yours. ''Doctors even went through one surgery to remove some parts of the tumor but sadly it didn't change the things in better. In cold day of October I got a call that she wouldn't live for a long. I rushed to spend her last moments with her and I was able to hold her hand when she took her final breath and passed away. She was smiling when I was holding her hand and her parents standing on the other side of the bed.''

''I'm truly sorry that you had to go through something like that.'' You tell your eyes leaking. '' I don't even know what to say.'' You feel useless while looking Jimin's broken form.

''Thank you, but my story isn't quite over yet.'' Jimin smiles sadly and reaches to put a escaped lock of hair behind your ear. The small brush of his fingers makes you shiver.

''I didn't go to her funeral and that is the one thing that I regret the most in my life. I shut down after Hannah was gone, I didn't eat or sleep and it was my turn to go to hospital after weeks of hunger and exhaustion. I'm in dept for Taehyung and Jungkook being there for me on my journey of getting better. When I was able to get somewhat back on my feet I had made my mind, I wouldn't ever love again. There was no one for me after Hannah. Hannah had written a letter for me before she had died but I wasn't able to open it until we had our fight. After reading her words I felt like I was allowed to love again'' Jimin ends his story voice full of desperation. '' Tell me it's not too late for us.'' He begs and caressing your cheek with his thumb.

''I, I don't know what to say. I mean of course I don't want to lose you! But there has been so much going on and....''

''It's okay, you don't have to answer right now. I know that what I just told is lot to take in one bite. I will wait for your answer.'' Jimin's eyes are glistening with hope and excitement ''To be honest I was scared to death that you would reject me from straight hand and that you would cut all of your ties with me but you being here now makes me so happy.'' Everything happens so fast so you don't have time to react when Jimin leans in for a kiss.

You have lost count how many times you have dreamed about this moment way before the whole "let's teach Y/N about sex thing" and you react by instinct answering his kiss. Jimin's lips against you feels like on the day of Taehyung's party but at the same time it feels like a whole new experience. Your first kiss with Jimin was indeed awesome, you can't lie, but it lacked emotion. Now your lips locked you could feel everything, hunger, desperation and other emotions that Jimin had held back. Somehow you have ended up sitting Jimin's lap, you weren't sure which one of you moved first but it didn’t even matter. All you could sense around you was him, his scent, his velvet lips against yours and his body against yours moving in sync.

You return to the house holding hands and both smiling from ear to ear. Jimin is carrying the picnic basket in his free hand swinging it like it weighs nothing. When you asked could you help him with carrying the stuff he had bought he had brushed you of and said that happiness made him stronger. You had just shaken your head in amusement and dropped the subject. When you finally leave the forest and step into the backyard you look the house confused.

''That's odd, all the lights are off.'' You say worried.

''Yeah, I thought they would at least wait for us, I mean you, after all they came with you. Let's see if the cars still here.'' Jimin answers and leads you to the front side of the house and indeed Jin's Volvo and Namjoon's sleek black car were missing.

''Are you serious? All my stuff is inside and I have to go to work tomorrow'' You groan in disbelief.

''Don't worry I know where the spare key is, still I cant believe the guys...'' Jimin mumbles and you follow him by the porch.

Maybe the guys were getting tired of you and this was their way to tell you? You hated how insecure you felt but you couldn't disagree with your inner voice. After all you didn't give any of them answers about your feelings. But what about Jin? He didn't seem to be crushing after you? Maybe he was also tired of you being around and causing chaos in his friend group. You were almost in full panic mode all your happiness from earlier gone when Jimin's happy cheer pulls you out from your head.

''I found it!'' Jimin dangles a single silver key in front of your face.

You sigh in relief when Jimin turns to open the front door. You step in with him and there is no sight of rest of your friend group. Jimin turns the light switch on and then you see a note taped on the wall opposite of the front door.

Hey guys, we all had suddenly some urgent errands to do so we couldn't wait for you. Y/N your stuff is still in your room. make your time count.

Jin + five dwarfs ;)

''Huh, that seems fishy.'' Jimin says confused and rubs his ear.

''Indeed, it is hard to believe that all of them had suddenly urgent plans when they didn’t seem to be in hurry earlier.'' You agree with him.

''So what you wanna do?'' Jimin asks and puts the basket on the floor.

''I don't know. I think that mature thing to do is pick my stuff from the bedroom and start driving back to home. Wait, Jimin how did you get here?''

''Uh, I took a taxi.'' Jimin smiles awkwardly.

''Oh my god, it takes at least and hour one to get here and another to be back in the city.'' You groan and suddenly another unsettling thought comes in to your mind. ''I forgot to call my work that I can't make it tomorrow.'' You feel desperate, how things are going so suddenly so wrong after everything had worked out with Jimin?

''Oh shit, I didn’t call the theater either. I guess we both are in trouble.'' Jimin smirks awkwardly and you really want to say something not so ladylike about his carefree attitude but you decide to ignore it. Jimin's seems to notice your bitter look and hurries to pat his pockets. ''I will go to call the taxi.'' He tells hurriedly and slips away from the scene.

You sigh and head to the room which has been yours for a couple of few days. Your luggage is laying on the top of your bed and all your items are already inside. You bet that this detail is thanks to Jin being helpful.

''So I called a taxi.'' Jimin tells from the doorway and steps in to the room.

''Hmm? That's good.'' You mumble lost in your thoughts.

''I used to always pick this room too.''

''What?'' You ask confused and turn to look at Jimin who is closer to you than you thought..

''When we were younger and we're spending our weekends here with Tae and Kookie I always slept in this room.'' jimin explains grinning happily. He seems to be in extremely good mood after you made up.

''Oh, that's nice.'' You don't know what else to say when Jimin's breath tickles your face.

He is so close to you at this point that you could count his eyelashes if you wanted to.

''Mm'h. You have something on your face.'' He tells.

''What, where?''

''Here.'' He says and presses his lips against yours. It seems that Jimin can't have enough of you now when he has finally allowed himself to feel.

You really can't complain. Your hands find their way in to to Jimin's hair and you tuck his neck hair gently causing him to shiver. Jimin's lips moves against yours telling a story that you are eager to follow. You slide your tongue gently along his lips and Jimin lets a small puff of air out between his lips. You bite Jimin's plumb lower lip and he moans. You shudder, the sound is going through your body and settling in to your belly. You part panting and look each other in to eyes. Jimin's eyes are swirling with untamed hunger and you are sure that your eyes are reflecting the same emotion.

''We have still time.''

'' Time for what?'' You seem to be really lost with Jimin's words today.

''Before the taxi arrives.'' Jimin grins and you realise what he meant.

''Oh.'' You sigh realization.

You weren’t even able to dream in the same morning that you could want Park Jimin ever again but here you were, your hands on his neck and your bodies pressed against each other. You can feel the electricity between two of you and everything goes in to motion. Jimin pushes your luggage on the ground and pulls you sit on his lap your face facing his and your legs parted open in both sides of his thighs. Your lips finds each other again and Jimin's hands start to roam all over your body with fever. He wants to feel all of you at once and he isn't sure where he wants put his hands. He slides his hands over your shoulders, to your back and finally stops at your rear.

When he squeezes your butt you moan in to the kiss closing your eyes. Your hands finds Jimin's neck again and you pull him even tighter against your body if it's even possible. You are able to feel his hardening member against your clothed womanhood and by sudden boldness you grin against it causing Jimin to stop kissing you and groan.

''You are going to be death of me.'' Jimin whines and you smirk proudly. You were happy that your sex education has given you a confidence that you never could even imagine before.

''Have you-'' Jimin gulps when you grind against his clothed member even harder.

''Have I what?'' You tease.

''Have you ever ridden anyone's thigh before?'' Jimin asks with raspy voice. His question gets you out of guard and you stop your torturing motions.

''I'm not sure what you mean.'' You admit awkwardly and Jimin's face brightens.

''So I could be you first in that experience, okay wow. So basically you umm, put your legs on both of sides of one of my thighs and grind against it.'' Jimin explains and you are quick to follow his instructions eager to feel pleasure.

You put your hands hesitantly to Jimin's shoulder for support and begun to make the same grinding motion which you had made earlier against his clothed member.

''I don't see how this is supposed to feel go- Fuck! Jimin!'' You can't end your sentence when Jimin's hands finds your hips and pushes you extremely hard against his thigh. You can feel the friction against your clit and you shudder. Jimin grins satisfied and flexes his thigh muscles along your speed. You have to close your eyes when the sensations takes over your body. You feel the familiar knot tightening and your panties soaking with your juices.

''That's it baby. Make yourself come undone only with my thigh.'' Jimin pants hard like he was actually the one gaining the pleasure.

If someone asked him he would say that he could get of only by looking at your tightly closed eyes and parted lips that were giving out small noises of pleasure. You begin to near your high and feel how your inner muscles spasms waiting you to get your high. Jimin senses the change as well, your breathing is getting more rapid and you are squeezing his shoulders so hard that the imprints of your nails is going to stay there for a while. All it takes is Jimin squeezing your hips so tight that they are going to leave some bruises there. Extremely well timed flex of his muscle underneath of you makes you finally to snap. You moan loudly and shake on Jimin's lap almost collapsing on top of him. You never knew that something like riding a someone's thigh would tip you over the edge. When you come down your high Jimin is lazily drawing patterns to your lower back with his fingers. You sift and only then you notice that you have soaked through your pants and made a quite mess on Jimin's pants. Your face turn bright red like traffic light and Jimin chuckles.

''Don't worry about it.'' Jimin tells reading your mind and kisses top of your head gently. The gesture is quite innocent one compared to what you just did. Jimin coughs awkwardly when you keep staring at down to his thigh cover in your mess and you finally look back at him.

''Do you think that, perhaps you could go some more.''Jimin sifts underneath you feeling uncomfortable and your attention returns to his still hard member.

You nod slightly and get of his lap instead kneeling in front of him. Jimin looks at you surprised but you grin sheepishly reaching for his belt. ''I didn't meat that you have to suck me of.'' Jimin says awkwardly ''There is other things that we coul- Okay never mind!'' Jimin's voice rises in the end of his sentence when your mouth finds his still clothed dick and you move your mouth on top of the denim.

You gain more confidence and return to continuing to open his belt. You feel impatient and that's why you are little clumsy while taking the belt out of it loops making the time used to it more longer that you wanted. When you are finally able to free Jimin's hard dick from its prison you smile in victory. His member isn't longest among the men you have seen so far but his shaft is absolutely the thickest one. Jimin's dick stands proudly in front of you begging your attention. You part your lips and your wet muscle peek out ready to taste the treat in front of it. You finally lean closer and lick the tip gently. Jimin falls backwards on the bed his hands now supporting his weight. You continue with your small kitten licks along his shaft, slowly up and down and back up again.

''Please Y/N don't tease.'' Jimin whines and you feel yourself getting even wetter. Who could have thought that you would have Jimin begging underneath of you. In one moment he is the one making you grind against your thigh and in another he is submitting to you. You stop your movements completely and Jimin groans displeased.

''Beg for it.'' You demand and Jimin look at you in shock.

''What?'' Jimin blurs confused.

''I said that beg me to relieve you, baby boy.'' You add the pet name in impulse and you can see his dick visibly twitch in front of you.

''Please! I need to feel your lips against me.'' Jimin obeys with desperation and you glee with satisfaction.

''Only because you asked so nicely.'' You gave in and quickly part your lips taking him between your lips.

Jimin sighs in relief when you begun to bop his member slowly in and out of your mouth. You grace his shaft slightly with your teeth and you feel the taste of his precum on your tongue. He tastes salty but you gulp down like you are tasting the sweetest nectar. Jimin Groans when your throat tightens around his member and squeeze it like a wine. You had had little difficulties earlier while giving a blowjob but because Jimin is shorter that your earlier encounters you feel him slipping deeper in your throat rather easily. You swallow again around his member and Jimin buckles against your mouth making you gag. You pull away from his dick and look him unhappily. Jimin is biting his lip hard his eyes closed and he is barely holding himself up but when he feels you stopping in middle of his pleasure he forces his eyes slowly open.

''I'm sorry.'' He hurries to say. ''Please don't stop.''

''Tsk Tsk, only good boys can come Jiminnie and good boys can keep still.'' You don't know where your confidence is coming but you are fucking loving it.

''I'm a good boy.'' Jimin hurries to assure you and small smirk rises to your lips.

''I'm not sure about that. Hmm, how about I give you a hand job instead. You don't seem to be ready to feel my mouth against you yet.''

''Please, just do anything make me come.'' Jimin straightens in his position and begs you with his eyes.

Instead of answering your hand curls around his shaft and you spit on top of his member to move along it more easily. Instantly Jimin’s head lulls backwards and wanton moan leaves from his lips. You move your fist up and down on his member and squeeze tightly on his base while your free hand moves to fondle his balls. Jimin’s panting is getting louder and you can feel how his legs shakes in front of you. You pinch the tip of his member and Jimin comes finally undone with his hips buckling up and his hot seed making a mess. You don’t wait Jimin to recover and instead hurry to the bathroom to pick up a wet towel.

You help each other to clean yourself. You pull quickly your soaked pants and and panties away and change in to fresh pair but Jimin has to be satisfied just to wipe himself clean and tying his jacket to his waist to cover the mess of his pants. You have just finished changing when Jimin gets the call that the taxi has arrived. You get in the backseat of the car holding each other hands while you both are red faced while the taxi driver is oblivious about what has occured between you just seconds ago before he came to pick you up. ~ You haven’t ever skipped work if the time when you had ran out after fighting with Jimin didn’t count. Last night the taxi had dropped you at first to your apartment even though Jimin would have wanted to come inside with you. You had told him that you need time to sort your feelings out specially after what you had done previously with him. You were grateful that jimin had accepted your reasoning and you were able to go through your mind in peace. You couldn’t understand how Jungkook was so quilt free and skipping his work all the time when you were close to breaking. Sometimes you had to make hard choices and you had made one that could cause you lose your job. you weren’t surprised at all when you received a angry phone call from your boss demanding for a reason that you were away. Luckily you were able to save yourself because your boss saw you as a reliable worker and it was your first mistake while working at theatre. You sighed in relief when you survived with warning and texted jimin to tell the good news only to hear that he had gained an angry call as well. Luckily the theater didn’t want to fire their maid lead in most popular act at the moment and he was able to survive with warning as well. Surely there would had been an option to both of you to pull through of the work day despite the lack of sleep but you had given permission to yourself to rest after the emotional rollercoaster you had been through. At the same evening you were sitting on your bed your phone in your hands and your nerves going wild. You had made your decision after going through your mind and feelings for countless times all of it what was left to tell your choice for the gang. You were pacing nervously back and forth in Jin’s livingroom after you had asked him that you could use his home at meeting point. Jin’s livingroom was spacious, two big windows were heading to the east and in front of it was a comfortable grey couch full of plushy pillows. On the right side of the couch was a matching loveseat and on the right was empty armchair. The floor was made of light brown wood and big light pink carpet was covering almost the whole space. Jin’s big flat screen TV was on opposite wall of couch and blushies from Super mario were sitting neatly on the sides of it. Jin was quietly watching your pacing from his seat while you were collecting your nerves. ‘’Do you think that everyone will hate me after tonight?’’ You ask for a hundredth time in the same hour and Jimin lets a deep sigh escape from his lips. ‘’I don’t think the guys could ever hate you at least I know that I couldn’t.’’ Jin tells from his spot. ‘’But what if…’’ ‘’Y/N relax, I’m sure that things will sort out.’’ Jin stops your pacing taking a gentle hold of your wrist while you walk past of him once again. You stop and Jin pulls you to sit next to him to keep you calm. You aren’t able to relax for a long time when you hear a doorbell ring. Your whole body freezes and Jin looks you with pity. ‘’Do you want that I go open the door?’’ ‘’Yes, please.’’ You tell quietly. Yoongi is first to arrive and he smiles you softly when he sees you curled in couch. ‘’Hi.’’ ‘’Hi.’’ You greet him back. ‘’How are you feeling?’’ Yoongi asks carefully and sits on free arm chair keeping his distance which makes you feel grateful. ‘’Nervous.’’ You admit. Before you can continue your conversation any longer Jin returns to the living room followed by Namjoon and Taehyung. They both carried mixed emotions when they finally saw you and sat on the love seat near the couch. ‘’Hi Y/N, I’m sorry about what happened on Sunday we were all acting like bunch of dicks I mean I was acting like a dick.’’ Namjoon opens his mouth changing his position on his seat nervously. ‘’Yeah I can agree to that, we were idiots.’’ Taehyung agrees next to his older looking guilty. ‘’yeah.’’ Yoongi also mumbles in agreement. ‘’Well, uh I have to admit that we all were kind of idiots. You guys while pressuring me and I when I didn’t reject or accept anyone clearly.’’ You fidget your fingers nervously and look to your lap avoiding everyone’s eyes. Jin is able to sit on his seat only for a second when he has to go open the door once again this time rest of the gang is following him. Jimin looks the most nervous of them all after everyone has taken their seats and Jin has returned to your side. The room is so quiet and full of nerves that you could hear a pin to drop on the ground. Jin squeezes your hand to signal to go on and you take a deep breath. “There has been lot of tension between of us lately ever since the whole date Y/N thing begun. I’m grateful that you guys decided to show me how it feels like when someone cares about you and is there for you. I also can’t ignore the intimate aspects that I experienced with you guys and I’m grateful that you were so patient and understanding with me when I didn’t know what I was doing.’’ ‘’Hey, all of us has been virgins at some point.’’ Jungkook interrupts you and you smile grateful to his remark. ‘’Indeed.’’ You look awkwardly to smirking Jungkook and Jimin punches Jungkook’s arm lightly to keep him quiet. “Well anyway you guys aren’t here to analyze my sex life here with me even though I finally have one thanks to your guys.’’ You get light chuckles for an answer this time and you can’t help yourself but to join as well. You look through all the men who you have come to known in different ways along the journey of your sex education and you feel the warmth to leak in your chest. ‘’Jimin you were the one who made the gears go in to the motion. You are the first guy who made me feel strong feelings and safety.’’ You continue while looking the male straight into his eyes who remains listening you quietly. ‘’Jungkook you were my first teacher and you taught me how to make out and you were my first date partner ever.’’ Jungkook grins to you when he listens to your words and you smile back at him. ‘’Taehyung you took me to the aquarium and i saw new sides of you, your passion towards the ocean and how behind all of that goofiness can be a serious and caring man.’’ Taehyung smirks. ‘’I made you came under the sea.’’ ‘’Tae!’’ You hear others around him to groan and he chuckles lightly to his own joke. You decide to ignore him and continue. ‘’Hoseok you took care of my mothers car and maybe also me on the side.’’ ‘’I thought it was other way around when I walked in and-’’ ‘’Shut up Yoongi, don’t ruin this from me.’’ Hoseok glares at his friend with anger but soon his stare turns in to satisfied grin. You seem to have accept that the guys can’t stay quiet during this part of your speech and you continue with sigh. ‘’Yoongi you made me love myself and my body and not to be ashamed of myself.’’ ‘’I tried my best.’’ Yoongi smirks. ‘’Joon you were there for me when I was feeling extremely sour and made me forget my worries. ‘’Yeah after that stunt Jimin pulled.’’ Namjoon mumbles and glares man in question angrily. ‘’Hey we made up so calm down.’’ Jimin defends himself. ‘’Yes we did so I would be grateful that you guys wouldn’t carry a grudge towards him because of me.’’ You look Namjoon strictly into his eyes and his eyes soften ‘’I will try my best.’’ He gives in and you smile gratefully to him. ‘’And even you Jin taught me lot of things about myself and people around me when I wasn’t sure which steps were the right ones for me.’’ You look the man sitting next to you and it's your turn to squeeze his hand.’’ ‘’Well Im lot more than just a pretty face.’’Jin sighs dramatically. ‘’I know.’’ You agree even though his vanity makes you slightly gringe inside. ‘’I wanted to tell all these thing for you because after I have told my decision I don’t want that you blame yourself or each other from what I’m about tell you next.’’ You feel how the nerves goes wild and you tighten your hold of Jin’s hand making him whine lightly, but you don’t even notice. You feel the impatien stares in you face and look at your lap. ‘’I have decided to date…’’ You mumble the end so quietly that even Jin isn’t able to hear what you say. ‘’I’m sorry but can you say it again.’’ Hoseok is brave enough to ask and you take a deep breath and look up your lap this time repeating your answer more clearly. You repeat your answer even though you know that everyone won’t be happy but you have to be honest to yourself, after all it was your answer.

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28 Days |2|

GIF by: @suggamiin

Genre: Werewolf Au (Jimin x Reader) Part 1

Rating:18+

Summary: You’re relationship with Jimin has flourished. Your maker wanting to claim you as his pushes Jimin and your adoptive pack to the old ways.

Word Count:7540

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, violence (wolf and human), Smut - Ice play, slight exhibitionism, sleepy sex. Slight Dom Jimin

Originally this was only going to be one part, now it’s two (I’ve tagged the people who mentioned about wanting a second part...Thank you!)

@safi4x @nerdygaloresposts @sockie-the-dumbass @jimin-75

And now i have basically just finished writing an epilogue for this so if you want to be tagged hit me up! (up by this friday)

Please enjoy all the sin!!

The Yaegerbomb burned your throat with sweet victory after beating all the guys to empty the glass first. The pumping of the bass from the latest dance hit reverberated right through your chest like an irritating drum. You were shoved and pushed from the side alerting you your time at the bar was done, next, move along. Laura glared daggers to the unknowing inebriated guy. You lifted the pair of glasses dripping with condensation from the bar. Over your head of course to preserve the precious liquid inside. Only lowering to normal height when the fanfare of the bar was passed and the booth you were inhabiting was in safe sight.

“Remind me again why we go OUT to drink?” you put to the group.

“To celebrate another uneventful full moon” Hobi beamed, face flushed red, eyes only half focused.

“To celebrate your third one with us” Laura added shifting back into the bright red, fake leather half crescent seating. You chose to remain standing, resting on the sticky table. Jimin hooked his hand round your waist and pulled you in between his legs.

“Yeah but we can do all of that you know, with PYJAMAS on, AT HOME!”

“We’re not all hermits like you babe, we actually like to let off steam after a forced change” Jimin teased, increasing the grip momentarily on your hip. You turned with a smirk

“Being surrounded by a bunch of alcohol infused people all compacted together is not how I’d choose to let off steam” You relaxed in-between his legs a bit more, perching in between the warm thighs.

“Yeah and we all know how you prefer to let off steam” Yoongi blurted out toying with you. Even with the flashing lights momentarily shining on his new dirty blonde hair that did nothing to brighten the dark teasing look in his expression. Your mouth in a playful shocked “o”. The others giggled knowingly; you shared your feigned look of surprise with all of them.

“Oh come on, if you’re both not disappearing to one of the spare rooms at the house you reek of it”

Yoongi was not wrong.

“Your point being?” you chuckled back in response with half a glare. Yoongi just responded with an amused smile signalling his defeat.

“Exactly” The last swig of your drink hit you the wrong way. You needed air! In a trying to be cool rush you zig zagged and criss-crossed your way through the buzzing crowd; completely failing to notice Jungkook watching you leave from across the dancefloor.

You took yourself down the alley that backed onto the club. You attempted calming, slow breathes attempting to ease the chaotic nausea in your stomach. The orange hue of a street light was failing in its job to illuminate clearly where you stood. The pound of the bass was heavier and throbbing more and more around your skull with your enhanced hearing and spinning vision.

Nausea slowly seeping off, a familiar smell painted over the dampness of the alley. You were not mentally equip to deal with Jungkook in whatever approach this was.

“Jungkook now is not..”

“I saw you head out in your ‘I’m pretending to be casual escape walk’ and just wanted to see if you were okay”

His heart was annoyingly in a good place, you were also now low key irritated that it had to be your cheating ex with a years’ experience of you to notice. You had to tell yourself as much as you and Jimin had something completely out of this world you’d only known each other a matter of months. So it’s a given that some delicate details about each other were still yet to be discovered.

“I think you’ve lost the privilege to be concerned about me don’t you” Your defensive tone was also infused with bitterness. His eyes bloomed wide, the annoyance that started to fill in his gaze quickly morphed into deep regret and sadness.

“Well I don’t see Jimin here” he muttered, pettiness shining through.

He had to go there

You straightened yourself up

“What and that gives you some sort of upper hand. Jungkook it’s over, you have to deal with it” Your frown was lethal.

“If I could take it back I would, you’re the one I want to be with, you’re the one I lo..”

“Don’t even! Just leave!”

Your previous relationship with him now finally served a good purpose; the look you shot him was one he KNEW meant you were done and not to be argued with. Your whole body sighed with relief as well as at the daunting prospect of going back inside to the social nightmare of clubbing. You were briefly aware of a shadow shrouded figure entered the alley

Brushing your lack of motivation off your leather skirt you stood up straight and started to head back in, in the direction of the new alley inhabitant

Before you had a chance to react to the unmistakeable scent of a werewolf your back was shoved into the cold wall. Your utter disbelief and shock rendered you near defenceless. His body pushed up fiercely against you barricading you in. One of his hands firmly silencing any cries from your throat. He delved his face into your neck inhaling harshly as you struggled against him

“I’d recognise my scent anywhere” he growled.

“And what a catch you are” he added. The tar like of his eyes, only broken by the raging gold flecks

Wait is he…

One of his hands dipped and started creeping up your thigh. Adrenaline flushed through your system like wild fire, screaming into his hand; trying to thrash yourself free. Your wished you heart that was smashing into your ribcage would smash through your chest and into his jaw.

You drew air into your lungs, the cold fresh air burned down your trachea. The cool air whooshing around you as the creep was flung crashing into the brick’s opposite. With his body out the way Jimin was shooting sharpened daggers to the body on the ground.

“What the Fuck do you think you’re playing at” Jimin snarled taking a step to be more in front of you shielding you.

“Well if it isn’t one of Yoongi’s puppies” The man responded with venom scrambling to his feet

“Jimin…” His attention and head shifted towards you. Big mistake. Your eyes blooming wide was the only warning he got of the impending attack; it was too little too late. A powerful punch landed square on his jaw followed by a loud grunt from him and a high pitch scream from you. His balance lost for a moment. Recovering strong, his eyes now glaring almost glowing red; saturated with nothing but rage. Jimin lunged going for the jugular, your peripheral vision caught intense, sudden movement.

“ENOUGH!” Yoongi’s voice boomed down the alley. Jimin obediently stopped dead in his tracks, fear sparkling in his and the creep’s eyes.

The way they both glared at Yoongi you thought they’d both be bowing. He approached all of you, his presence calming your nerves. Nothing would get out of control with him around.

“Jimin enough, go and sort yourself out, Y/N go with him!” he barked. You nodded dragging Jimin under the street light to evaluate the damage on his face. Blood was dripping down his chin, you managed to catch it on your sleeve before it dripped onto his shirt. His lip was split, not too badly thankfully.

“Trevor I don’t need to tell you this is neutral territory”

“Neutral or not she’s ours and you know it”

“You turned her and left her! You had no idea she existed until tonight” Yoongi snapped back. Jimin kept batting away your concerned hands at his face.

“You know that’s not how it works; Max will be hearing about this. She’s mine!”

“Good, at least this will be handled the proper way according to you guys anyway. And I think you’ll find she’s spoken for. She isn’t property it’s 2020 you asshole” Yoongi spat. There was a warmth inside you, Yoongi standing up for you was sweet and comforting for what it was worth. Trevor spat some blood on the floor through a devil glare and stomped off down the alley.

“Jimin, take y/n back to mine, you can stay there tonight just as a precaution”

“But Jungkook will be home” you protested

“I’ll be fine” you added

“I’ve seen what he’s been drinking and I heard you shun him so he’ll be drinking a hell of a lot more, I doubt he’ll be home for a while and even when he does he’ll be fucked okay! It’s not a request y/n”

Before you had a chance to protest further Jimin pulled you past the others and made your way back to Yoongi’s.

“Stop faffing and let me look after you” You scolded Jimin for the umpteenth time. His split lip had stopped bleeding and had started to swell. You were trying to combat this by holding a tea towel shrouding ice cubes to his face. You were sat on your legs next to Jimin who’d just slouched on the sofa.

“I’m fine, it’ll be cleared in a day or two, stop fussing”

“But it’s my fault, if I hadn’t called you…”

“Babe its fine” he reassured taking your hand that was aimed for his cheek.

“Promise?”

“Yes, stop worrying” After a prolonged stare, ending in his diamond sweet smile reigning victorious.

“God I can’t believe that asshole is my maker” you slumped further down onto your legs.

“What did they mean settle it the right way? Am I going to cause you guys a lot of trouble being in your pack?” In your drunk state your thoughts had started to spiral and Jimin knew it, pulling you onto his lap.

“Hey, hey. Stop! You trust Yoongi yeah?

“Yes, of course I do” you responded almost offended

“Well then trust him to deal with it”

“But what needs to happen?” you pushed further. Jimin was hesitant for a second, wanting to avoid getting into it; especially when he had you unconsciously squirming on his lap.

“Well normally nothing would, we’re normally free to go to any pack as long as they accept you. Technically you don’t even need to be in one but seeing as wolves are social animals it tends to happen. But Max’s group live in the dark ages mentally so they see it as if they made you, you are theirs and that’s it; you have to go with them”

“So what if it’s challenged?” you urged

“The two packs will need to fight for you”

“WHAT!”

“I’m not having anyone fight for me!”

“I know, I know, but it’s just how it’s got to be done with these guys”

“Uggh!” you groaned shifted off of him and headed to Yoongi’s room.

“Where are you going?”

“To get an oversized shirt to wear to bed”

“Wear mine” his shirt was already peeled off and being offered to you. You were not displeased with the view

You chuckled lightly

“Jimin I appreciate the gesture but that won’t even cover my ass”

“Y/N please, I don’t want you covered in Yoongi’s scent” You smiled

He was so sensitive to smell even for a werewolf. You shimmied out of your white off shoulder crop top, taking your bra off under his shirt. He dragged you in between his legs teasing the zip at the top of your leather skirt down. His eyes endearingly looking up at you, chocolate filled gooey eyes consuming you as his palms massaged your behind and tops of your thighs gently pulling you again into his lap.

Your hands sat cradling the back of his neck, fingertips gently caressing his hairline.

“Please don’t worry tonight, nothing is going to be done about it this evening before anything happens Yoongi will call a meeting anyway and you can say whatever you want then” Your hips angled into his lap following the squeeze on your behind.

“Do I get the feeling you want to try and help me not think about it?” You ground your hips into him again. You could already feel your arousal beginning to pool.

“Uggh!” he whined throwing his back.

“What?”

“I can smell you and I won’t even be able to taste you tonight” he whined pouting his ballooned lip to you.

“God I can’t even kiss you!” he added. He was pissed, that boy loved nothing more than to be between your thighs, to have them compress around his head as he absorbed everything he could as you came.

“Well lucky for me you have other assets beside your mouth” you placed a gentle kiss on his forehead before nestling, placing light kisses along his collar bone. His eyes lazy watching you pick an ice cube from the towel. Hissing as the cold water trailed down in between his chest bumping over the definition of his hands leaving the trail a disrupted line. His hand gripped yours when you’d trailed the ice around his right nipple.

“Okay that’s enough, bed!”

“Did you bring it?” Jimin asked in a half pant setting himself lying on top of you, knee pressed to you core. Foreheads touching both fighting every urge to lose each other into desperate kisses.

“Mmmhmm, in my bag” exhaling as he left you on the bed. Jimin had convinced you it would be a good idea if you started carrying your bullet vibrator around with you more often. On multiple occasions he’d more than proved it was a great idea; especially once during a particularly tense break during one of your exams. He’d easily swayed you into one of the dance practice rooms and had you shoved up against the mirror.

“Why have you brought that in?” You queried questioning eyes taking in Jungkook’s bobbly polka dot scarf.

“Do you think he’ll mind if I’ve borrowed it to fuck you?” The wicked grin that crept across his face had you shaking your head, your lip bit between your teeth.

“You are awful Park Jimin” You did not hesitate when he secured it at the back of your head blindfolding you. You had to concentrate on bypassing the scents from Jungkook’s scarf and only the musky, wood and comforting scent of Jimin. The path down your body that would normally be formed by his lips was replaced with the light buzzing of the vibrator. His face wasn’t far from yours, his hot amaretto tainted breath told you that; one of his arms was planted next your head keeping him steady.

“Jimin, please!” you whined, full of impatience. He’d conducted the bullet passed where you wanted it way too many times.

“You want it?” he spoke in your ear

“Take It” He didn’t have to ask you twice. When the vibrations hit your throbbing clit your head blissfully rolled back into the mattress. Your free hand dug into his hips when his fingers easily thrust into you

“Fuck your beautiful when you’re like this”

“I bet you can’t wait until you finally have my cock inside you, until my hands are around your throat and you’re begging me to give you what you want. You clenched around him panting out obscenities.

“Oh you like that when I talk dirty in your ear don’t you” You’d automatically depressed the small button on top of the bullet to increase the setting.

“You know I fucking do, stop teasing me and just do it already” you ordered breathless. You were pressing your hips harder into the vibrator chasing that seducing rhythm. Just as you were about to fall off the edge his fingers left you and snatched the vibrator from you. Hips chasing nothing.

“Where are your manners?” he teased.

“Jimin I swear to fucking god I…” You both stilled, both your ears catching the noise of the front door clicking open and shut. Jimin being the asshole that he is only saw this as an opportunity when he realised it was Jungkook who was stumbling around.

“Jimin, stop! He’ll hear” you pleaded weakly, his hands easily pinning yours above your head as well as easily securing them with just one of his hands. The other snatching the toy from and cruelly holding it harsh against your clit on full power.

“Only if you can’t be quiet” The vibrations were too powerful to escape and too powerful for you to be quiet. Jimin was using his body weight to keep your body from squirming to ease the vibrations.

Asshole

Even funnelling your moans through your lips seemed futile, they seemed to fill the room.

“Just cum and I’ll stop”

Like you had a choice at this point. Your cries were not quiet, the second your whole body started convulsing he stopped the vibrations and let go of your hands.

Your heart rate steadied, the sweat on your skin cooled. His fingertips ghosting your skin elicited goose-bumps where they traced. He slid the scarf from your eyes, the first view of his smug face had you giggling quietly.

“Asshole!” you scolded whacking his arm.

“Baby I haven’t even fucked you yet”

“You can’t be serious!” He was deadly serious. He crept off the bed and etched the door open as quietly as he could.

“He’s passed out on the couch” Not believing him, you stumbled to where he was. Jungkook was indeed passed out on the couch in an awfully uncomfortable looking position. He hadn’t even closed the curtains so the moonlight sifted in illuminating his flushed out face.

“Happy?” he quipped his head to the side closing the door. You pulled him by his belt into you; only the clinking of the buckle coming undone was heard over your hurried breaths.

“Baby I don’t want to be loud” you whined as your hand crept down his waistband.

“Better get on your hands and knees then” you elicited a groan from his lips when your hands wrapped around him.

He shoved your face down into the pillow gripping at the back of your neck.

“I guess I’ll have to go slow to try and keep you quiet” You nodded into the mattress, already gasping as he soaked his cock in your arousal. His hand left your neck and balled up your shirt in his fist pulling you onto him. Long drawn out groans escaped both of you. Fully inside you he stopped moving

“God, you feel so good every time” he grunted finally moving, your hand scrambling to grip the side of his thighs as he was tortuous in his lack of speed. Your moans deep and prolonged with each thrust.

“I bet Jungkook never felt this good did he?” he panted

“No, faster!”

“Is that what you want?”

“Fuck, yes, I don’t care about the noise”

“You changed your tune quick. Music to my ears”

His hips snapped into faster thrusts; you cried your moans into the mattress. Your knuckles stained white holding onto the cotton barrier. His hand firmly snuck back to the back of throat and pressured on either side. Jimin readjusted himself slightly; each snap of his hips now hitting the velvet goldmine sitting inside you. You started pushing back onto him, the gentle light headedness seeping in. You turned your head to the side to take some fresh air into your lungs

“Fuck Jimin, I’m close don’t stop” you cried out after a harsh thrust. The cry was not shrouded in the pillow. Your words sent him to jerk his hips more sporadically and his grip tightened on your throat. That was enough. Your muscles released the pressure in overwhelming waves. He carried on thrusting into you, shoving you into a state of over sensitiveness which had you whimpering in high gasps until he finally grunted and his hips started jerking. He went to pull out but your hand clamped onto his thigh and pushed him into you giving him no choice but to grunt your name and cum inside you.

Your hips collapsed on the bed with him behind you hand resting docile on your side.

“There’s no way that didn’t wake him” Jimin chuckled. Jimin’s phone screen brightened up and vibrated loudly against the wood side table. You rolled onto his chest as he selected the message that had just come through

-sod JK, there’s every way that I heard it-

“When the hell did Yoongi get back?” you asked burying your face into his chest.

You spent the whole of your lecture staring at your phone trying to coax a message from Yoongi to pop up. Your word document open on your laptop remained empty, not a word typed.

“We’ll know more later” Laura tried to offer

“It will get sorted” She still wasn’t helping. You responded with a blank water filled gaze; eliciting a warm hug which actually was half comforting.

“Anyway, aren’t you supposed to be going to lunch with Jimin after his practice before the meeting?” Laura spread her books and notepad like a deck of cards on the library desk

“Yeah” you replied.

“Well go on then, I’ll send you my revision notes from today seeing as you failed massively to take any”

“Thanks, catch you in a bit”

You’d actually never been over to the dance studios on campus; it was a damn side better aesthetically than the science building. The reception area was neat. The navy-blue sofas pressed against the window matched the scattering of large bean bags beside them. Elegant dance pictures framed and hung on the flawless white paintwork of the walls. You took the door labelled ‘Practice Rooms’ and headed for no.4. Number 1 & 2 were clearly the larger rooms; 1 was clearly more of a show room as there was a large rectangular window peering in. Practice room 4 was much smaller and only occupied by Jimin and Hobi.

Both the boys were glistening with sweat that had permeated in pools on their tank tops; loose trackies sat on their hips. The door lightly knocked shut behind you. Shoes off bag down on the ground. Both sets of eyes glancing their way acknowledging your entrance; bodies still moving flawlessly in sync with each other focused on the music throbbing round the studio. It was definitely something choreographed by Hobi, the sharper more prominent moves contrasting to the softer, fluid movements of Jimin’s contemporary strengths.

“Well that was definitely something” praising the masterpiece you’d intruded on.

“Think so?” Hobi questioned regaining air in his lungs.

“Oh come on, you know it’s good!” When it came to dancing modest was not something he was capable of.

“He’s been a …. Douche this morning” He went to hug you, pushing your palm on his chest in refusal.

“Erm no. Sweaty. I’d like my outfit to not be covered in Jimin sweat” His shoulders slumped, Hobi finding amusement in your words.

“Toold!” Hobi teased retrieving his holdall, slinging it round his shoulders.

“I’ll catch you guys later. Y/N please don’t worry about later we’ll sort it”

“I’ll do my best”.

“Honestly I wish people would stop even mentioning it”

“Well I wish you wouldn’t worry about it” Jimin countered. You slid yourself onto the beech table pressed to the back wall. Jimin swiping the damp hair from his face.

Why is everyone so fucking calm about this.

“So what do you wanna do for lunch. I think a burger from Benny’s will ease my overthinking”

“Yeah?” He stalked over to you nudging himself in between your legs, forefinger tracing under your neck angling your head aiming to meet his lips.

“I was thinking maybe more you?”

“Well that was about as smooth as a cactus” you quipped. Both his hands interlocking with yours lifting them around like they were joysticks.

“And what makes you think I’ll be in the mood with all this fighting stuff?” He edged into you as far he could his cheek brushing against yours

“Because you know when I touch you…” He gripped your thighs tugging your clothed core onto his thigh

“Mmm”

“… just right” the whisper and breath crept along your ear, fingers tip toeing their way up your body creeping to hold snug around your neck.

“I can get you begging for me to fuck you” Your half weak smile powered up to a full-on smirk.

“You know you can’t resist me” he cooed, the innocent beautiful face hiding the demon tempter beneath.

He was right

No matter your state of mind with you both being essences your bodies would take over; completely over fuelling and over writing any processes your rational mind was running. Like animals in damn heat.

Your hand tugged at the drawstrings of his bottoms.

“I think you’ll find you’re trying to seduce me. Sooo…” Your hand wandered, pushing under the elastic waist band. Palm pressing against his cock

“It’s you who can’t resist me” You can’t resist each other. The deep groan in his throat, the slow tilt of his head back. Your senses ran wild. Pupils blowing out like balloons, your irises flaming golden at each other. The primal wolves taking over.

Lips chasing yours plump with need as you slid of the table hand still nursing his growing member

“Tell me you want me” you breathed between heavy kisses. You want to hear his desperate breathes for you

“I want you” A relieved exasperated exhale fanned across your neck, hand leaving his straining cock with no more contact. His own hand under your control to unhook your jean buttons. Forehead nudged to yours watching your hand disappear.

“Want this?”

“Mmm need this” the plea slipping past his lips. Hungry eyes looking down lip between his teeth.

If a look could have you flatlining it was him biting his lips

“You want to make me feel better? Want to make me cum, whine out your name?” Your words were slightly broken, the delicate swirls of your fingers on your clit his hand following your movements.

“God yes!” The growl pried from his lips.

“Then go lock the door” you whispered.

“Okay so we all know why we’re here” Yoongi began stood, the fireplace behind him crackling an orange hue into the room. The five of you all lounged around the option of sofas, determined curious stares all facing the Alpha. The leather jacket was non-existent but the standard white tee and jeans remained consistent. The rest of you were much more at home; slouched in variety of comfy hoodies and trackies. This house was huge and often played host to pack sleepovers.

You and Jimin were snug to each other, his arm cocooning you into his chest. When Yoongi started to speak Jimin felt your heart start to rattle unnerved in your chest; he placed a light squeeze at your waist.

“So I went to see Max last night and safe to say they haven’t changed”

“So you’ll be fighting?” Laura questioned; you sensed no fear in her voice just utter curiosity.

“No” Everyone began shuffling, uncomfortable air and unknown suffocating the room. The unwelcome spirit stirring.

“Trevor was pretty beat up when I went. Max was not too impressed by the whole ordeal if I’m honest he was furious. He’s basically washed his hands of the situation and told Trevor he will not be fighting his battles…but was adamant the old ways are still followed” he continued

“We agreed that is only fair that if one alpha isn’t fighting then neither should the other”

Nausea oozed through your being, uncomfortably smashing your thoughts everywhere. The others all wide eyed still suffering from the shock that:

1. Max actually seemed to been reasonable

2. Yoongi was not going to fight.

Will I have to fight for myself?

I’m not strong enough yet

I’ll have no…

“I’m putting it to you guys. Obviously, Y/N it’s out of the question you’re nowhere near strong enough yet”

Gee thanks!

“Guys I can’t…” you launched yourself up. Jimin wanted to hold you close but he knew you were adamant

“I can’t have you fighting for me this is ridiculous. You didn’t ask for any of this.

“It should be Hobi he’s next strongest” Laura piped up. Everyone completely ignoring you trying to make their point. Arms tightly folded nails digging into the skin of your arm

“Yeah I’ll go, I’ll be more than happy to wipe that smirk of that assholes face” Your glare hit Jimin a call for backup. He shifted to speak

Thank you

“If anyone it should be me” leaning forward with sincerity. You flayed your hands, fingers wide

For god’s sake!

“Jimin I don…” Yoongi began

“I know I’m not as strong as Hobi but I’m not that much weaker either and besides don’t you think out of everyone I’ve got the most motivation and drive; I mean she’s my girl!”

“Jimin we can’t ris…” Yoongi returned

“No Yoongi, I think he has a point, like we all love Y/N but he will have the most resolve and determination and the facts it’s his essence he’s fighting for will be all the better” Hobi giving Jimin a supportive smile.

“I agree” Laura arm raised up in solidarity.

“Joon? Tae?” Yoongi glancing to the quietest two of the group. Nothing would ever be decided without everyone’s opinion being noted.

“Makes sense to me”

“And me”

In the time they’d all ignored you, annoyance had crept into your skin, a toxin flushing out any desire to spend time with these guys this evening.

“Okay, fine it’s sorted then. Jimin you’re in you’ve got 3 days” Yoongi beamed casually, shoulders down, weight lifted.

“Now let’s enjoy the evening” Yoongi went to hand you your glass that had been resting on the mantle. You blankly refused.

“I think I’ll just go to bed” Tone low with agitation seeping over your words. Jimin stood.

“Just leave it” You spat, everyone calling after you as you stomped yourself to the bedroom.

You launched yourself into the chair in front of the mirror with a huge huff. Staring harshly at your mirror image. The glistening glint of fluid filling your eyes.

Nope!

You shoved yourself up and rummaged aggressively through your bag for one of your virology books. Fundamentals of molecular virology by Nicholas H Acheson. Had been you’re favourite so far this course.

Nothing like reading about genius designed killing machines to take my mind off going full breakdown.

You were only minutely disturbed by the low throb of the TV downstairs, and the occasional outburst of laughter.

-Baby, I’m sorry, please don’t be angry with us. Can I come up yet? -

-I’m angry you’re all so easily wiling putting yourself in harm’s way just for my sake. And NO!-

- I LOVE YOU! That’s why I’m doing it. The others love you two-

The three words that you can’t wait to hear in a new relationship. The three words that should fill you with that queasy happiness. They only made you irritable.

-Don’t you dare say that for thre first tiem in this situation. Getting beaten the fuck up is not how I want you ro show it to me -

You cursed yourself at the angry spelling when your words popped up in the conversation bubble of your chat. You lent back kicking the book to the floor snuggling yourself into the duvet as much as humanly possible. Jimin would have to fight you for his side of the duvet later.

You felt his struggle begin, the struggle which disrupted the calm ambience of your sleep. You drowsily rolled over, huffing with your movement. He crept up behind you, a nervous mongoose rolling next to the sleeping snake. You were too dazed to fight for too long and eventually allowed him to press himself up against you, the reluctant small spoon.

“Baby…” he whispered

“Not now” you exhaled weakly. His hand pulling down the collar of your top placing a delicate drawn out kiss against your skin.

“Jimin” you warned softly. He preceded to creep sloping his arm up, resting his hand between your breasts. You were not going react, letting sleep slowly re-capture you. Being the stubborn one he was he nudged his hips into you. You felt his lips crease on the back of your neck.

“Please… baby” The sucrose dripping off every word into a whine.

“What!?” clunking yourself around to face him. Features barely visible, diamonds in his eyes shimmering none the less.

“I Love You princess” You took a few seconds.

The anger draining out of you as you exhaled a forgiving chuckle.

“I also want you” he nudged you to lay on his chest.

“To trust me”

“You know I do” The smell of alcohol diffusing of his skin.

“Let me finish, I want you to trust me to do right by you and fight for you okay” The happiness that had swelled had now deflated to nausea.

“I’ll win okay. There’s no way you’re going with them. You are far too precious to all of us for that to happen”

“Precious?” bemused.

“Okay cheese loaded choice of words but I…”

“Okkkaaay” you exclaimed pressing a forefinger chaste to his lips.

“I’ll try and be a calmer bitch, but I’m well within my right to be scared that my boyfriend is going to be fighting an absolute tank”

“That a low dig at my height?” he chuckled pinching your hip

“You really do have a thing about that don’t you” you teased.

“Well good thing I love you anyway then” You shuffled up kissing him.

“Oh decided to say back it to me then” Your palm flat across his chest, fingers gently circling his chest

“Say it again, I was half asleep before” You cooed, the pleasant beat of his chest, lulling you sweetly.

“I love you, now go to sleep I can hear you heart slowing”

“Mmm I can get used to you saying that”

“Only if you stay mine”

“Mmmmhmm” you mumbled.

“You’re getting so much stronger and faster” Yoongi praised panting the second he heard the human knackered pants from the next. You were on the floor, back heavy on the cool concrete floor. Enough energy was mustered to grab the blanket you kept in your cell. Your exposed body at least had some cover until the energy was mustered to dress yourself.

“You...think?”

“Yeah your doing so well, progressing so much faster than the others did” The light metal clink of his buckles clear as a bell.

“You decent?” he added.

“Enough” you managed, Yoongi creeping around the corner peering down at your feebleness.

“Recovery is tough for me”

“I can tell” he chuckles securing the blanket round you assisting you to your feet.

After your first full moon you quickly learnt it wasn’t all plain sailing from there. Yes in human form everything was enhanced; hearing, smell, strength. Every sense amplified. In wolf form though it was bit more complicated. Stamina and strength needed to be trained, perfected. Yoongi had been taking you out for runs and various exercises. You knew he’d taken you out today to tire you out and distract you like a toddler; I guess in wolf world you were in a way. You were becoming more confident with your capabilities and using the abilities you now possessed. With your wolf form being tested you needed a good few hours of recovery time. Most of which you spent in bed or in a bath.

“Help me to bed please”

“Obviously”

You crashed the second your head graced the pillow

Bed depressing next to you, that addictive scent swallowing you whole; warm arms pushing gentle at your stomach shifting your body closer to him. An unyielding kiss pressed to the top of your shoulders. The subtle nudge of his crotch into your behind signalling his intentions. Half pulled out of your sleep you responded with a weak nudge of your behind into him. Consent given shirt pushed up over your chest. Harsh kisses on the top of your back; your weak spot. Fingertips creeping down your side tugging your hips harder into his already hard cock. He really couldn’t control himself around you, so easily driven wild. Hands now slick in your arousal open mouth bites at your shoulders. No words spoken, just breathier pants slowly escalating. Band snapped; patience dry. Your hips were shoved forward, cock sliding through, coated enough in your juices to thrust into you with ease. Your close-mouthed moan loud in his ears. His even pace torturous and sweet. It stayed even, slowly winding the coil tighter and tighter within you. Part of you wanted to beg him to go faster the other part wanting the steady climb to never end. You wanted to keep feeling anything, anything to keep you away from you fear of later.

Fist flying to his hip gripping his flesh. The restraint he had to muster to not accelerate his hips. He wanted you to come undone hard and slowly.

“Harder” His hips snapped slower, more deliberate pressure harder and your spot.

“Not that your mouth” It had hardly left your shoulder you wanted his teeth sunk deeper.

“Are you sure?”

“Mmm” you choked

“Bite me” you begged breathless, growl pursing through his lips. He was never going to deny you anything you wanted. Canines growing against your skin. The sting of skin being pierced had you clenching around him causing him to choke, pushing the blood swirling in his mouth out the side of his lips. The warm trickle running down your shoulders painting the sheets red. The copper taste swallowed down. Blood wasn’t amazing to were’s; I mean that’s for the vamps but it wasn’t disgusting either. It was mildly nice; but to Jimin yours was so fucking sweet, a delicacy he would savour every chance he got.

One harsh thrust and you were done. Each pulse seeming longer than the last, by the last one he was jutting into you swearing your name. Heat flushing away you rolled to face him. His hand cradling your cheek. His looked completely fuck out, blood staining those pump lips and in the creases of his mouth.

“I love you” he panted; those word hit you again. Salty tears filling slowly over your pupils.

“Oh baby don’t” he pleaded. His thumb brushed away the first droplet to fall down your flushed rose tinted cheek.

“It will be fine, Yoongi wouldn’t let me if he didn’t think it was doable. And if something was to go wrong then he would probably fuck the rules of anyway for you. He’s so bonded to you”

“I know but… what if this is the last time you make me fall apart”

“It won’t be, I’m not giving up your pussy for shit!” He was good at making you smile and giggle no matter your mood. It was a pure talent.

“Now that I do believe”

“There you go”

“Please just get ready and go now before I start completely balling it”

You’d been banned from going, at the request of Jimin of all people. He didn’t want to get distracted and did not want you to see him get hurt. Yoongi also backed this so your fate was decided; not that you didn’t give them hell for it.

“So… who’s the puppy that’s going to lose” Trevor goaded walking forward breaking the crescent of his pack stood for the show. Jimin stepped forward announcing his participation.

“Why am I not surprised”

“Alright stop the bullshit let’s just get this redundant old thing out the way” Yoongi interrupted at the centre of his pack’s crescent.

“Fine, you both know the rules” Max Began

“No jugular attacks! The wolf to be down for 7 seconds loses” he continued. Trevor and Jimin squared up to one another

“I’m going to enjoy fucking your scent off her” Trevor toyed, vicious glare with venomous eyes

Jimin did not even dignify that with a response; shifting and jumping straight to attack.

Animal whines echoed through the blanket of trees surrounding the gathering. Yoongi, Laura, Hobi, Tae and Joon stood, quiet in silent confidence. Max’s pack however were goading and cheering Trevor on like a pack of wild animals, they outnumbered Yoongi’s pack by five.

Snarls seething with venom, blood matting the fur surrounding their jaws. Jimin pressing against the rage trying to keep the cool head with difficulty. An equal fight, both being launched by their necks to the ground. Paws swiping at faces leaving streaks of blood.

“Jimin!...Get Up!” Laura wailed, Trevor had slung Jimin against a tree and he’d not moved.

“1”

“2”

“3”

Jimin’s vision had blurred, indistinguishable noises rattled round his head. Body on fire, the overwhelming taste of copper disgusting in his mouth. His body not responding to commands. Trevor’s wolf walking away, swag in his step already declaring himself the winner. His pack cheering…

“4”

Something illuminated inside him, his body on fire from the inside, like it wasn’t even his pain. It felt like he could feel your pain, your distress; the agony of being without him. It broke him, the tears formed at the corner of his eyes stinging the wound at the corner of his eye.

At the house you rolled over, a sharp pulling in your chest. Something detaching inside you. Your groan and cry falling on no ears.

Jimin snarled quietly, rejuvenated, he would not have you feeling so distraught. If Yoongi’s pack had been smart they would have warned him Jimin had pushed himself up, paws sore but he was past caring. He began to sprint; Jimin being faster than Trevor could react smashing him into a tree. Determined bark growling out past Jimin’s mouth. Teeth clamping down on Trevor’s neck just below his jugular; tugging hard before flinging him into the tree again.

“1”

“2”

“3”

Trevor’s pack were swearing. Profanities thick directed at him.

“4”

“5”

“6”

“7”

The silent pack now erupted with cheer, rushing over to the limping form of Jimin. Both guys transformed back, wounds seeping, a pair of panting naked bodies. Wounds being assessed of both participants. Most of Trevor’s were round his neck, thick lacerations going down to his chest. A covering of scratches spanning his torso. Jimin had one particularly worrying gash in his neck, he was unbothered. Trusting in his friends and their ability to stop the flow of blood. His healing ability would do the rest. Eventually. His right eye was curtained with red, cut above his eye pissing with blood. His torso wounds were mildly more severe than Trevor’s; but Jimin just wanted to get back to you.

Yoongi relieved, waltzed up to Max, A begrudging handshake occurred.

“Now it’s done! I don’t want to hear of anymore shit from your guys. You go near here again and they’ll be hell to pay” Yoongi snapped. Max frowning more at the wailing sack of shit that was Trevor on the floor.

“Of course,” He seethed through gritted teeth.

You’d sat numb in a ball on the sofa staring blankly at the tv. Noise becoming white, words and light becoming indistinguishable mashes of colour. You heard the distinct whirring of Yoongi’s car as it drew closer. You rushed up to lean against the sofa, folded arms, nails anxious between your teeth. The door clicked; feet fast to greet whatever was about to walk through that door. Laura walked in first, holding the door ushering Tae and Joon inside. Hobi and Yoongi supporting Jimin who was just about supporting his weight. You’re not sure what happened first, the hand flying to your mouth or the tears now running down your cheeks. The thought of your fate a speck of dust in the wind compared to overwhelming state of Jimin’s welfare.

“Oh my god!”

The boys lowered him to the sofa, his face creased up wincing. You flew to the first aid kit Yoongi insisted on having for shifting injuries. The others began flapping around and preparing things.

“Can I just be with MY girl please” Jimin groaned. All eyes on the two of you, the antiseptic wipe briefly leaving his eyebrow.

“You mean?”

“Told you” He croaked. Your sweet smiles mirrored in each other. A long kiss against his forehead followed by the others leaving.

“We’ll be at Laura’s if you need anything. Y/N just make sure you slow all the bleeding down, he’ll be fine”

You spent a good hour or so wiping the field of cuts. The alcohol causing a stream of curses from Jimin’s mouth. You went to un-tape the red soaked towel from around his shoulder and neck. His battered hand stopped yours.

“Please don’t. There’s no way you want to see that”

“But it’s got to be cleaned”

“Trust me it will be fine”

“Can we just please go and rest together, don’t know about you but I’ve had a shit day” He teased

“Even the early afternoon?” you countered, feigning insult.

“Well I mean that was alri…ght” You supported him up off the chair.

“Do not make me add to your injuries Park Jimin!” You jested. The fact his sense of humour was intact pulled the plug to your overflowing concern.

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min-youngis · 4 years

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Happy Cactus (pt. i)

gif not mine

~ Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x Reader

~ Summary : It hasn’t really been that long, and it definitely hasn’t been very public, but this thing you two have got going is some good shit. It’s almost like you’re ready to break your heart out of those old chains now.

You’re a grouch and Jungkook just makes you want to smile.

Established Relationship (it’s a secret shhh) ft. ot6

~ Word Count : 1,304

~ Warnings : The word sex, alcohol consumption and uhhh one swear word I think

~ A/N : jk best baby boy but also satan spawn with the power to make me write fic about him even when he isn’t my bias. i honestly don’t know what this is lmao but it has some fluff and a secret relationship and those are p much my kinks so 🤷‍♀️. some new thangs in here that i tried out, some dialogue, some swearing, more characters, we shall see how it goes down. there is, in fact, a pt. ii to this that i’m super excited to write upload. Jungkook and Y/N ’s costumes for reference, or maybe just for a good chuckle, they are quite amusing.

i’d love to hear feedback! spread the love, y'all!

masterlist (it’s growing, my bAby) in my description!

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“You’re….you’re shrimp,” you say, half awed and half amused, almost yelling to be heard over the thumping bass.

Jungkook’s eyes look brighter than usual, no doubt from the contents of the nearly empty cup in his hand.

“At least my costume’s identifiable. What are you supposed to be, a green penis?” he yells back, only slightly slurring, gesturing up and down at your very time consuming and incredibly itchy outfit, drink nearly spilling out the rim of his cup.

You take a step back to avoid being in the line of fire and end up stepping on something suspiciously wet on the floor, that you can only hope is the trashy beer that everybody’s been getting slowly drunk on for the past hour or so.

In the darkness of the room that’s sparsely illuminated by a spinning disco ball hanging from the ceiling, (“It’s for the vibe,” according to Tae,) and with your senses slightly numb due to the drink you’ve been nursing, you barely register the squelch.

You’re prone to theatrics when you’re tipsy and it’s with a scoff and a dirty look that you say, “I’m a happy cactus. Get it? Happy?”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re a large, green penis,” he says, adjusting his body so his prawn costume is sideways and isn’t too close to hitting anybody.

Except, in the process, he ends up being too close to you.

And suddenly, he’s standing right there, the closest you two have been in public.

If you weren’t inebriated, you would have stepped away. Distantly, in your mind, the thought enters, that maybe, just maybe, you shouldn’t be able to practically taste the beer in his breath and that he shouldn’t be winding his empty arm around your waist and tugging you to his chest, as close as your costumes allow.

Because the thing about dating somebody in secret is that it’s supposed to be a secret.

It’s laughable almost, how easily you sink into his embrace, leaning into the solace that his arms always seem to exude. You usually let yourself indulge in this kind of proximity only in private, under the covers, or maybe during a movie at one of your houses. Never when you’re both this exposed, your friends scattered in the crowd in the very same room.

It’s too dark for them to notice anything, and They’re drunk, you rationalise in your hazy mind. But a tiny part of you secretly wants them to find out. Maybe out of the corner of their eye, to see the two of you pressed up too close to each other for it to be just a hug between friends.

You would never admit this to yourself when sober, but you want to hold your fucking boyfriend’s hand in public, okay? You want a date that doesn’t just consist of dinner and a movie and then admittedly mind-blowing sex at your house.

(And it’s always your house, because Jungkook lives with Tae and Jimin and you haven’t met a nosier pair in your life.)

More than anything, you want people to stop flirting with Jungkook. You didn’t consider yourself a particularly jealous person until this whole dating in secret thing began and suddenly now you get prickly every time a waitress’s smile is just a little bit brighter or the dude from his dance studio stares at his shoulders for just a little bit longer than necessary.

And this stupid, beautiful boy just never notices.

You’re about to word vomit all this to him, who’s now rocking the two of you slowly side to side, probably unintelligibly, squished as you are to his chest, when a loud, “Y/N! KOOKIE! How are my best friends in the world?” erupts from somewhere on your left side, and now both you and Jungkook are being hauled sideways into a very drunk Jin.

“Hi, Jin,” you both say, voice muffled against his chest that’s rumbling with barely contained giggles, Jungkook’s greeting distinctly chirpier than yours.

You are, as the kids say, over this party.

True, you’ve been there for an hour and a half at most, and you’ve only had two drinks, but this kind of thing isn’t your scene and quite frankly, it’s a miracle that you showed up in the first place.

Jimin and Tae don’t know that their chocolate bribe didn’t work and that Jungkook was the one who actually got you here. You’re annoyingly susceptible to the wounded puppy look that he permanently has on standby, ready to be whipped out at a moment’s notice whenever you’re being characteristically stubborn or when things don’t go his way.

But now you want to leave, preferably with your boyfriend. You want out of the crowd and the music that’s progressed to EDM (courtesy Hobi) and all the disgusting fluids on the floor. You want to change into a large hoodie and some sweatpants and cuddle with Jungkook until you fall asleep and eventually wake up with your frames entangled and a slight hangover.

You’ve become disgustingly sappy over the last couple of months.

Jungkook sees the look on your face, knows what you’re thinking from your pout without you having to say it out loud and saves you the bother of trying to get out of the room alone by slowly lifting Jin’s arms from around the two of you. He placates him and puts a stop to his whine by snagging a passing-by, very disgruntled Yoongi and shoving him into Jin’s embrace instead, like a replacement hug-ee.

Yoongi’s glare would have anybody else cowering, but your boyfriend has been on its receiving end so often, he’s practically immune.

With a quick, unconcerned, “Bye,” Jungkook finishes his drink, signals you to do the same and then crushes both cups, dropping them in the garbage cover near the door.

(“For people with manners,” as stated by Tae.)

He takes your hand and you both walk out the room, destination Jungkook’s room on the first floor.

The difference in atmosphere the moment you step out of the room is stark, and the hallway’s comparatively cooler air sobers you up a bit. You slow down until you’re tugging at his arm and he turns around to face you.

“I didn’t mean to make you leave early. You can go back in and have fun, if you like,” you say, once you have his attention. You want him to stay with you, and he knows that and as helpless as you are to deny him what he wants, he is no better when it comes to you.

He gently tugs you closer, bending and pressing a fleeting kiss against your lips. “But I really want to get out of my costume, it’s riding up my ass,” he says, with a dopey smile on his face.

He knows how to put you at ease and relax the overthinking that you’re prone to, easily stringing together sentences that can’t be misinterpreted, that won’t make you think you’re the villain here for not letting him have his fun or letting that voice in your head nag that you’re being too clingy, no matter the time you spend dissecting his words.

You give a short, quick nod, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding before letting him continue your journey towards his room.

You both strip out of your costumes and change into (Jungkook’s) comfortable clothes, drunkenness slowly washing off and only really noticeable in the occasional, slightly clumsy kisses you two share.

And finally, you get your wish, in bed with Jungkook behind you, arm and leg thrown across your frame, breath fanning the back of your neck. It’s warm and it’s safe and it’s so, so right and sleep comes easy to you that night, like all the other nights you’ve spent with him.

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jungshookz · 5 years

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ballet!jimin's harsh voice but gentle touch when he's telling u off for performing with an injury but bandaging u up and snapping at the others because his sTAR WAS HURT AND CRYING im sOFT

→ pairing: park jimin x reader

→ genre: balletteacher!jimin x ballerina!y/n au, fluff!!!! the fluffiest fluff!!! idk jimin just really cares about y/n okAY

→ wordcount: 2.5k

→ note: i keep starting off with baby drabbles and then the baby drabbles eventually turn into fAT drabbles so here u go.,., y/n is a big dum-dum for not telling jimin about her sprained ankle and he wants to kiss the bruise on her knee but that’s probably not a good idea

(gif isn’t mine!) (okay but this gif is literally so perfect for this au)

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long story short

you managed to sprain your ankle after trying to do a grand jeté and now you’re trying to pretend like your foot is completely fine

(a grand jeté is a move where ur supposed to spring from one foot and land on the other while keeping one leg forwArd of your body and the other leg stretched backwards while in the air)

((u would not recommend doing it and u give it -2/10 gold stars))

it’s just that you have this innate, almost animalistic need to impress jimin and the other week you snuck a glance at the syllabus and you saw ‘grand jeté’ scribbled at the bottom of the page

and ya know what

you want to be one of the first people in the class to learn how to do it!! even though you’ve never attempted it before but

now is a good time to start learning!

you came in super early today to practice this stuPid move

it’s literally just a jump from point a to point b so you don’t understand why-

“shit!” you gasp when you feel a sharp pain shOOt up your foot the moment you land and you immediately crumple to the ground with a loud fLOP

O W

“oh my god, ow-” you hiss and rub at your sore ankle that’s beginning to turn red

you try flexing your foot and you let out a whimper when you feel another zap of pain

okay

you know what

it’s not a big deal

class starts in… ten minutes, so maybe you can hobble to the vending machine and use a can of soda as a makeshift ice pack

yes

also you should probably hide in the bathroom while icing your ankle because there’s no way in hell you’re going to let jimin see you like this

you’re already sure he hates you and you are not going to give him another reason to keep hating you

“that was quite a tumble, y/l/n. maybe if you kept your leg straighter, you wouldn’t have landed so harshly.” you immediately freeze upon hearing the voice of your sworn enemy

seulgi

you whip around to look over your shoulder “…seulgi! i… don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“it’d be a shame if you hurt your foot… you won’t be able to participate in class… you won’t be able to show us your amazing dance moves…” seulgi sighs and drops her bag on the side

you narrow your eyes at her

something’s coming

“oh! and you won’t be able to suck up to mr. park like a little teacher’s pet.”

there it is

you have literally never done anything to seulgi but she hates you because she fully believes that you’re jimin’s favourite student which yOU know is not true

it’s just because she wants to be jimin’s favourite student which is understandable but

you don’t get why she has to be so mean to you all the time

“says you.” you can’t help but roll your eyes after you turn back around to check on your foot

you give it another little flex and curse quietly

you definitely sprained it

you gooFball

you shouldn’t have attempted a grand jeté without jimin’s guidance!!!

“sorry, did you just say something?”

“i said i’m fine, seulgi.” you force a smile onto your face “but thank you for your concern.” you push yourself up off the ground and biTe back a hiss of pain when you get back up onto your feet

okay okay oKAy

just smile through the pain

do noT give seulgi the pleasure of knowing that your foot is all kinds of fucked up right now

if you don’t think about your foot, you should be fine

you only have to get through an hour and a half of rigorous dancing and then you can hobble to the drug store and get yourself some ointment and a bandage and hopefully your foot will get better over the weekend

and with this distraction you officially have… one minute left til class starts

the rest of the girls have already filed into the room and everyone’s either stretching on the barre or putting their pointe shoes on

“alright, ladies!” you jump when jimin claps his hands together as he steps into the studio “put on your best performance smiles because i want to see everyone do a triple-turn pirouette since we spent all of last week working on them!”

“oh, jesus.” you mutter to yourself and you ignore the way seulgi crosses her arms and smirks at you

it’s not just one pirouette that you have to do

it’s a triple-turn pirouette

you have to spin around three damn times!!!!

your foot isn’t even going to let you spin onE time!!

it can’t get any worse than this

“we’re going to have everyone up here one by one so that i can clearly pick out whatever mistakes will be made.”

…okay, it turns out it actually can get worse than this

everyone moves to gets in a line at the back of the room

“alright, so…” jimin pauses for a second and raises his brow when he notices you.,. hobble? to your spot

you turn around and stand in third position with your hands behind your back and clear your throat

“let’s get started! don’t let me down, please.”

“don’t let him down, y/l/n.” seulgi nudges your side with her elbow and you resist the urge to shoVe your elbow right into her face

“why don’t you focus less on me and more on the fact that you’re in fourth position instead of third?” you mutter and seulgi immediately looks down at her feet before shifting her feet

curse you and your attention to detail

“answer me this - how should one hold their arms during a pirouette?” jimin snaps and holds his clipboard against his chest before raising his brow at poor ailee

she looks like she’s about to start crying and honEstly you would probably start crying too

“um, you… they should be curved… and…”

“incorrect.” jimin blinks “i can’t tell if you’re kidding me or not. they should be straight out in front of your chest with your palms inward and your thumbs aligned. get out of my classroom and come back when you’re ready - next!”

ailee literally whimpers before ducking down and sprinting out of the classroom

oh goD

you’ve never been kicked out of the classroom before and you sure as hell don’t want to start now

you swallow thickly when you take a peek at how many girls are left until it’s your turn

four more including seulgi

you’ve seen seulgi do a triple-turn pirouette before and even though she does it beautifully you still hAte her guts

you grimace when you move up the line but you let out a small breath

smile through the pain

your ankle feels like it’s on FIRE

“seulgi? you’re up.” jimin taps his pen against his clipboard before gesturing for her to come

seulgi doesn’t say a word as she steps over to the middle of the room

a bright smile adorns her face as she spins one, two, and three times

goddamnit

how are you supposed to go on after seulgi????

“good.” jimin nods in affirmation “back of the line so that you can show the class again after everyone’s done.”

“yes, mr. park.” seulgi smiles sweetly and bats her lashes at him before veering off to the back of the line

“good luck, y/n.” she doesn’t hesitate to flash a smug little smirk in your direction as she steps past you

“y/n, your turn.” jimin hums and you offer him a meek smile

okay

here we go

don’t think about your foot

just think about the triple turn

you clear your throat again as you get into position

the first step to the turn is a plié

you stand with your feet flat against the floor

you bend your knees outward and keep your legs straight

so far so good

you lift your back heel off the ground slightly to prepare to turn and press your lips together to hide a wince when you feel more pressure on your front (very VERY spRAined) foot

“make sure your weight is centred over the ball of your foot so as not to disrupt your alignment.” jimin reminds you gently and you nod

“yes, mr. park.” you let out a breath to prepare yourself for the oncoming onslaught of PAIN

you give yourself a mental countdown before lifting your back leg and initiating your turn

you lift your back leg up and place your foot above the knee of your straight leg with your toe pointed towards the ground and you turn once

oh gOD

you unintentionally let out a gasp after completing the first turn because jesus fuCK that hurts!

your sprained foot is literally carrying the weight of your entire body and you want to: dIE

okay, second turn, here we go!

you remember to keep your back straight and your arms in a circle in front of you as you turn

you also remind yourself to focus on spotting so that you won’t lose your balance

you keep your head straight and level as you turn the second time

don’t think about your foot don’t think about your foo-

j-jESUS chRIST have MERCY

you get halfway through the final turn before your foot gives in and you find yourself tumbling to the ground

your knee hits the ground with a loud smAck that seems to bounce off the walls of the room and you let out a groan of pain

well, this is great!

now you have a fucked up ankle anD a bruised and bLeeding knee!

“christ, y/n, are you okay??” your name slips out of jimin’s mouth as he drops to his knees and sets his clipboard down with a clatter

seulgi raises her hand high up into the air and clears her throat “mr. park, can i just say how truly admirable it is that y/n wanted to get up there and show you her triple- well, her double-pirouette even though she sprained her ankle at the beginning of class?”

jimin looks up at her and immediately knits his brows together

“you knew a fellow classmate was injured and you didn’t inform me?” he practically growls at her and she shrinks back in fear

“i-“ seulgi pauses and her face flames up immediately “i-i mean, yes, but that’s only because i… i didn’t want…”

you literally aren’t even paying attention to the fact that seulgi is getting toasted and roasted by jimin because you are in sO much pain

you let out a sob and feel a hot tear roll down the side of your face as you lie on your back clutching your knee to your chest

oh grEAT

and now you’re crying!!!

jimin looks down at you in alarm before glancing over at the other girls who look absolutely traumatised

“everyone out of the classroom! go and practice your turns in room b.”

you’re not particularly sure what’s going on right now

everyone left the room five minutes ago and jimin hasn’t said a word to you

you stopped crying as soon as everyone left upon realising that you are now alone with jimin

he doesn’t say anything as he pulls the first aid kit out to get the ointment and the bandages

he doesn’t say anything as he sits down across from you and pulls your foot up gently so it’s sitting on his lap

you’re sitting up while leaning back on your palms and you chew on your bottom lip nervously

he helps unravel the ribbon around your ankle before slipping your pointe shoe off and setting it aside

you feel like you should at least say somEthing

“mr. park? i’m sorry for not telling-“

“how could you be so irresponsible?” jimin interrupts you and glances up at you for a second before looking back down at your foot

you feel your cheeks heat up with shame

“i just didn’t want you to be disappointed in me.” you murmur and twiddle with the edge of your chiffon skirt

“i could never be disappointed in you.” jimin mutters in response as he carefully pins the bandage in place

he pauses for a second because he definitely wasn’t supposed to say that out loUd

“you have to let me know the next time you’re hurt, okay?” he sets your foot aside and scoots closer til he’s practically sitting with your legs on either side of him

and now your cheeks are heating up for a different reason

and then you realise he’s only done that because your knee is still bruised and bleeding

“yes, mr. park.”

“how did you hurt yourself?” he rips open a little antiseptic pad package with his teeth and that..,,. shouldn’t be hot,.., but it was kinda hot.,,.

“i was… trying to do a grand jeté and i guess i landed weirdly on my ankle…” you breathe out

your heart is beating a little harder now because jimin’s face is only a couple inches away from yours

he’s so pretty

:-(

“but i haven’t taught how to do a grand jeté yet?” jimin raises a brow as he wipes up the dried blood

you twitch at the slight sting of it

“i saw it on your clipboard and i wanted to teach myself how to do it to impress you.” you admit shamefully and divert your gaze immediately when you feel jimin freeze

“are you serious?”

“…ya”

jimin snorts

gOD

you are so CUTE

his heart skip a beat at your confession

it’s so cute!!!! you did it to impress him!!!!!! him!!!! even though you obviously hurt yourself doing it but still!! you did it for hiM!!!

a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth and he shakes his head

“you really are something, you know that?” he laughs lightly as he smooths the bandaid over your cut

you can’t help but let out a little huff “…is that a good thing?”

jimin looks over at you and he just wants to kith the pout off your adorable faCE

he resists the urge to lean down and press a kiss over your knee and instead gives it a little pat before reaching over a tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear

“miss y/l/n - it’s a very good thing.”

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love never dies (pt i)

GIF NOT MINE. credit goes to @doona-baes!!

wc: 4.4k summary: phantom of the opera au!! based on it and its sequel, love never dies. chronicles y/n and phantom!jimin's love story ... if it can be considered one. tags: love confessions, first-time, POSSESSIVE jimin yum, fluff & angst, namjoon as raoul lmao, dirty talk, kinda dom!jm

notes: part of a trilogy. the second chapter will be based on ‘beneath a moonless sky’ from love never dies and the last chapter/ epilogue ... a surprise 😘i included scenes not from the musical tbh so i don’t think you need have watched the musicals to read this, but they’re so good and worth watching! i spent my past two weekends watching the limited-time streams on yt.

this is the first piece of writing i did where i really loved it so i hope you do too 🥺pls lmk what you think!

The thunderous applause still echoed in your ears. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so wide for hours, but as you placed your hand over your still-racing heart you knew it was worth it.

Father, did you see? You cast your wish heavenward, despite the pang of pain you felt for a memory long gone.

You’re still struggling to catch your breath from your performance, pants loud in your empty dressing room. The perks of being the leading role: your very own private room. However, these luxuries did not come easily. It was many rehearsals, little to no sleep, and –

“Well done, petal.”

Tingles shot down your spine. Your smile faltered. Yes – you owed all your current success to him.

To everyone else, he’s the Phantom of the Opera.

To you, he’s your Angel of Music.

“Thank you,” you murmur. “It was with your help, angel.”

Laughter bounced around your dressing room, and try as you might to pinpoint where it came from, you never quite could. He never let you see him, unless he wanted to. Predictably, although you spin wildly in all directions, you never see him. You just hear his voice, the same voice you hear in your sleep. He sings songs to you, for you, in those dreams, whispers suggestions that you’re helpless to follow.

It had always been funny to you how your fellow actors try to find where he hides. For he’s there, in your mind. Plain as day, sure as night.

“Congratulations,” he bids once more. His voice no longer echoes, so you spin to the full-length mirror behind you where you know he’ll guide you through. Beyond that, you know not the way. “Are you ready for tonight’s teachings?”

You nod, knowing there was only one answer. Your heart beats erratically as you see a figure slowly materialise from the shadows; how the reflective glass slides so easily to reveal your angel with his hand held out.

Tonight, like all the other nights, you place your hand in his with trepidation. The fear never goes away, even as curiosity grows. When you pass the mirror, your hold on his hand tightens, darkness enveloping the two of you from every side. A black so heavy you cannot see through them. You wonder how he’s been able to live like this, here, with so much he cannot see – so much to fear.

“There was a man who went to see you tonight.” He says, still leading the two of you through the maze only he knows the answer to. You want to see his expression for a clue on how he’s asking this question, but he has his gaze set forward. “He gave you a rose, didn’t he?” His grip on your hand tightens, drawing a whimper from you that goes ignored.

“M-my childhood friend, Namjoon.” You stammer out. Disapproving silence hangs heavy over you. “We lost contact for years, and tonight was a coincidental reunion… he was simply wishing me a job well done, and reminiscing the past.”

He hums, like he doesn’t believe you. You’re tugged along impatiently, until you eventually reach the mouth of a cavern. This is familiar, it’s where you spend your nights. You see the organ, sitting in the middle like it’s a centrepiece. And you suppose to him, it is. The continuous sound of lapping water, a boat bobbing gently as your means to return to the theatre in the morning. Sparse else; you wonder not for the first time if this is all he needed to live, or if there were more hidden rooms you knew nothing about.

He all but throws you towards the organ. You stumble, catching the edge to prevent a fall just in time. It’s always like this with him. One moment, he’s the monster everyone says he is. Other times, he’s exactly like an angel, drawing a blanket over you to prevent a chill when you’ve fallen asleep, and singing songs with you that he’d written himself.

“I have a new song written for you today. I want to hear you sing for me.” He orders. Am I a dog to you? You think angrily as he rounds the instrument, taking his rightful spot and adjusting through the many sheets of paper on the stand. However, you say nothing – as you always do.

Maybe you’re high off your success that night. Or too terribly curious about his earlier questions; about him. Him and the mask that adorns half his face, hiding his features.

You’ve heard the whispers. A figure so grotesque he had to hide behind the mask. However, you wonder if this man could truly be as ugly as they say, for the one eye you can see burns with passion whenever his hands glide over the keys. When his lips are curved so gracefully as they whisper suggestions to you. Only an angel could look like that, you think.

Your hand’s drifting out towards his mask before you even realise what you’re doing. Just as quick, however, his hand shoots out and grabs your wrist tightly, forcing a cry out of you.

“What. Do you think you’re doing?”

You shudder a breath. “I want to see you.”

“Don’t,” he warns lowly, and you feel like ice has been poured over you. He rises from the bench, crowds into your personal space. He barely towers over you, but it feels like he’s taken up all the space in the room. He glares down at you.

The hand not trapping your wrist cups your cheek, deceptively sweet. “There is no need to look, petal. Music is not seen with the eyes, but heard.” He tilts his head, regarding you seriously with his visible eye. “And you want to be good for me, don’t you?” He purrs.

You give in. It’s the voice he uses in your dreams to seduce you, to follow him through a blind labyrinth and listen to his songs and sing for him like his own personal canary. It is the voice that lures you from fear to face him, shivering and all.

“But I want to see.” You say softly, pitifully. Pleading, although you lean into his touch. You hear water drip, drip, dripping and the awfully loud beating of your heart.

He turns away abruptly, shoving the scores for that night at you.

“Sing for me, and I’ll consider.”

He never considers. Night after night sees you singing, stretching and building your vocal repertoire unlike anyone at the theatre and they notice. It was getting harder each day to field their questions of who’s training you? You always say an angel of music appears in your dreams at night, and that makes them leave your side with a disbelieving grumble. You’re not sure how long more you can cling to that story, despite its partial authenticity.

But that’s all you do. Not that you were ungrateful, or hated it. No! He set your heart on fire, through music. You had always been passionate about music, beyond fondness and reason – it was the only way you could express yourself, feel life thread through you and reach understanding when the lyrics left your lips. Your angel’s creations in particular were something you felt proud to bring to life; they played so beautifully and spoke to emotions that resided deep in your soul that without him, you’d never be able to voice. His compositions were puzzle pieces you hadn’t known you were missing, and he made your voice complement every. Single. Piece.

You wanted to know more about your Angel of Music. You weren’t content with knowing just horrible hear-say about him, not when you see and hear him every night and know what beautiful songs he could write. Not when you saw the way he loved music – truly loved music more than anyone else you’d ever met, and the way he could create melodies from thin air with his organ.

“Angel,” you say. You hear him sigh loudly, but you persist. He had already snapped at you earlier for seeming distracted while singing, and said it hurt his ears when you sang like that. That comment had hurt you a bit, but you weren’t going to be deterred. And he seemed to understand that if he wanted his usual canary, he was going to have to listen to what you had to say. The graceful notes of the organ abruptly stopped, and the two of you were engulfed in a silence only occasionally broken by drip, drip, drip.

“Yes? Is this about why you’ve been so distracted?” He grumbled.

You swallow down the lump that suddenly appeared in your throat. “What’s your real name?”

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Then he sighs, disappointed. And suddenly, regret weighs heavy on you and panic beyond imagination rises. “I’m sorry my angel, please just igno –”

“Will telling you get your focus back to me?”

You hold your breath. “Yes,” you promise.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

“Jimin.” There is a pause, imperceptible, then –

His hands are flying across the keys before you know it, belting out a tune you’re familiar with. “Sing for me, again!”

You sing better than all the other nights.

(He thinks so, too.)

He’s not your friend.

Friends ask about your day, and he never does. Then again, neither do you.

Friends tell you about each other, so you learn more about each other and fit into each other’s lives in a seamless manner. You don’t know much about him except his name, and conclusions you’ve come to yourself.

And friends don’t want to occupy their friend’s attention all of the time. To learn the most intimate parts of them, and to know what makes them smile – with the intention of always making them smile, by your side.

You’re not there with him yet, but you could be.

You’re already curious about him, and you’ve done some soul-searching on this. It’s not because of the things people say. You want to learn more about him, because he interests you, in a good way.

You’re careful to keep your feelings hidden, though. He has made it clear that he only wants you to sing for him, and to never pry. You remember the ghost of his strength when you had attempted to remove his mask.

Ever since he’s told you his name, you’ve saved it for special occasions. Only when you bid him goodbye, do you sweetly whisper, goodnight, Jimin. You’d see him freeze, like he wasn’t sure if he liked it or not, and it gave you a thrill that you kept a piece of him no one else knew about. A clue to who he was before he became the Phantom of the Opera, made him more human than phantom or angel.

Tonight, you’re lying in the gently rocking boat, blanket pulled up to your shoulders. You peer at him sleepily, grin on your face from that night’s session of music. It was challenging, but rewarding to be with him. You felt the music come alive when he played it, like the love he held for it was flowing through his fingertips and to the audience.

He never slept when you did. Always hunched over the piano, scribbling more notes while you slept. Always hard at work.

“Angel,” your voice drifts to him, and you see him pause in his ministrations, though he does not look at you. “Do you not sleep?”

You think he might just ignore you and resume his work. However, his next words are laced with hatred – not directed at you. “I do not waste the night like that. I sleep in the day.”

You’d never get it, he thinks bitterly. You – and the others – were made for the sun, able to walk freely without unprovoked sneers, pointed fingers, and mockery. Even worse was the fear, the few who’d catch sight of his ghastly form and scream. That wounded him more than he’d ever care to admit.

Putting on the mask hadn’t been enough. He didn’t want to blend in with the cruelty, with those who scorn and mock people like him. He carved a life for himself, aided by the darkness of night. In the night, he was free to be alone and do as he wished. Free from judgment, free from cursing, free from association.

Free.

Yet, you were exempt from his hate. You were horribly naïve and grieving for your father, he had made use of that. Your voice had captured his attention, his soul. He may be your angel of music, but to him – and he’d never let you know – you were the angel of the two of them. The one who could be adorned in white and purity, and bask in the spotlight. He had equal desire to drag you to the inky depths of darkness until you were stained beyond recognition, and to preserve your brightness forever.

He feels your steady gaze on him, and sighs. You want something.

You notice his resignation, and readied your request. “Will you hold me until I sleep?”

“You can’t fall asleep by yourself?” Exasperation coloured his voice.

Undeterred, you push on. “I can, but I don’t wish to.” You gently push back the blanket. “Please?”

He is a weakening man – a weak man already, for you. Though he’d be damned if you knew. Desperate for your voice, he had called to you, not realising he’d be entrapped as well. He walks to you unsteadily, like he wasn’t quite sure how to get there, but eventually he holds the boat steady as he gingerly steps in. You scoot to allow him space.

This is uncharted territory for the both of you. He sits very still, as far to the edge of the boat as he can. Suddenly, you feel like perhaps laying your head on his lap is too much. So, taking pity on the both of you, you say,

“Will you sing me a goodnight song?”

It is to his voice of honey that you dream of a boat gently making its way downstream, peace enveloping every corner of your dream.

You are kissing him.

Sacrilegious, against his beloved organ. His lip trembles beneath your own unsure ones. His hands rest unsurely at your waist, as if not sure if they should be pulling or pushing you away.

Your hands are at his mask, lifting it just enough to reach his lips.

He’s never been kissed before, not even by his mother who thought him too ugly. There was never a possibility of him being kissed, of knowing intimacy.

Yet here you were, soft and sweet, kissing him. His head spun.

“I’m sorry, angel,” you whisper, eyes cast downward.

For once, he feels fire race along his veins – not of anger, but of something else. Care, for you. “What for?” He responds gruffly, tipping your head for one more soft kiss.

Love doesn’t always make everything easier.

He finds the confusing feelings in his heart difficult to compartmentalise. It makes him wonder if he regrets finding you, it makes him confused when he tells you that and sees the hurt on your face and he finds him hating himself rather than feel relieved.

He notices the bags under your eyes worsening. It’s demanding for you to attend rehearsals the whole day and practice with him afterwards, all while fielding questions from your fellow actors.

When you receive roses from Namjoon, he knows. And it makes him burn when you show Namjoon a beautiful smile, a smile he’s never been on the receiving end of. It makes him want to hurt you just as badly, warring with his desire to always keep you safe, keep you happy.

You were quickly realising just as well, the dichotomy. Not that you’d ever choose. Both the stage and your private concerts with your angel were equally important to you. But on some days, some days, when you’re gripping your vanity trying not to topple over in exhaustion, you wonder where to stay …

Jimin has been rather moody lately, too. Sometimes he says hurtful things you bear with a grin and glistening eyes, pretending your heart wasn’t bleeding when he whispers perhaps we should have never met. Yet, he pulls you close and strokes your hair the next moment, and you have no choice but to forgive him. Sometimes, he’s throwing the stems Namjoon got for you, at you, and that’s when you find your voice – you’ll allow him to think what he wants of you, but not scorn someone else’s sincere gesture, okay?!

You find that you can raise your voice, but his words are harsher, and you dissolve in tears, wondering is it all worth it.

The nights get longer, your days shorter. What was once your safe haven, now became a landmine.

Not that you’d ever stop showing up.

You’d always offer your hand to be led, through the darkness you’re starting to become fond of.

It was his night.

Not even the moon hung in the sky. Everything was in darkness; it was a miracle if you could see even a meter beyond you.

It was his night, because you were in his arms, dress halfway undone.

He didn’t need to see, he knew you were beautiful. Knew in the way his hands slid upwards and cupped you, felt the softness in his palms. He pinched your pebbled nipple, and found a new form of music in your breathy whines. Felt his cock stir in his pants, pressing against where you were situated on his lap.

“Jimin,” you sighed his name like a song.

“Yes, petal?” He gave another tweak, making you gasp.

“Please take off your mask,” you begged. You felt his hands still, and you whined, pushing towards him. You were going purely on sensation now – you couldn’t see anything at all, could only hear, feel.

You heard something clatter. Then, he was taking one of your hands and placing it near his face.

It was scary for you, too. You had heard the rumours, a visage so grotesque – he had been hidden for so long, you were afraid of what secrets you might find. Yet, when you felt warm skin – so much like your own – it was as though all fear left you. You could feel the raised ridges of skin, unbalanced features, warped ones, but you knew the man beneath was far more beautiful than anyone you had ever met. For he was just a boy who feared the harsh light of day and the criticisms it wrought. People did not hear the music he made, music that could surely change the world. You caressed the secret he’d shared with you, the side of the moon that had stayed hidden to you until now. You felt the raised ridges of skin, thumb tracing so carefully, mapping his face in your mind.

“Am I what you expected?”

There is something in Jimin’s voice you’ve never heard before. Fear.

“You are beautiful.” You sigh, and he trembles beneath your caress. “I needn’t see to know that. I simply had to hear your voice, your music…” with love, you think to yourself.

He crashes his lips to yours. Your hands, curious, slide downwards, feeling the muscle beneath. You wished you could see him properly, tell him he was beautiful and have him believe you, but you weren’t going to take away his night.

“Princess, do you feel how hard you make me?” Jimin groaned, bucking his hips up. A moan caught in your throat as you instinctively grinded down on him, seeking friction.

“Please, Jimin – I’m yours. Please help me,” you begged.

He flipped you over, pinning your wrists overhead. He shoves your dress off you, and immediately his hand is tracing down your body, his cock feeling heavy as he neared your heat. Emboldened by your honesty, your offering, he pushed his fingers against your underwear to feel you. Twin groans released in the air; your hips squirmed as he slipped beneath your panties to tease your wetness.

“This is all for me,” he says, pleased. Gently, he eases in a finger, then two. Experimentally, he begins thrusting, eliciting needy whines from your lips. Forget singing, this was his new favourite song of yours – he wanted to make you sing like this for him, every day.

“Y/N, princess, are you ready to feel all of me?” Jimin asks, feeling your slick trail down the length of his fingers, all the way down his wrist. He wanted to feel you wrapped around him, now. You started nodding, then realised he probably couldn’t see you. “P-please,” you begged, arms fighting against his hold but failing to escape. Your legs tightened around his hips, an invitation he accepts.

“Messy girl.” You whined when he withdrew his fingers from you. Your cheeks felt hot, feeling the wetness that clung to his fingers. “So messy, all just for me, right?” He whispered in your ear. A mewl sat at the back of your throat as you felt something against your entrance.

“Shh,” he sooths, freeing your wrists in favour of tenderly moving the hair away from your face. You arch towards his gentle touch, humming docilely. His other hand that had been coated with your own wetness gripped his cock, mixing it with his drooling precum and making everything sordidly sticky. He guided it past your entrance, swallowing your pained groan in a kiss.

You cried out as he stuffed you inch by inch, and he took advantage of your bared neck, pressing fleeting kisses and tasting your skin.

“Good girl, such a fuckin’ good girl for me,” he panted against your ear, staying still to let you adjust. His fingers dug into the sheets, concentrating on trying not to cum when your walls were fluttering around his length, hugging him tight.

You were no better, gasping and whining upon being speared by his cock. He’s in me, you think giddily to yourself. I feel him, he’s claimed me.

“Can I move?” Jimin asks, voice strained. “Please, for the love of – let me move princess, I beg you.”

“Please,” you whisper, hand seeking his to entwine your fingers. “I’m already yours, Jimin.” He tightens your fingers and, with your permission, slowly draws out before thrusting back. Your cries echoed in the room, swallowed by the shadows.

“Yes, that’s it.” Jimin groaned. “Sing for me!”

His hips picked up the pace, and pleasure erupted white-hot in your veins. Losing your shame to the veil of night, you always listen to your angel. “Jimin!” You sobbed, crying out as pleasure you’ve never felt before coursed through your body, drawing mewls from your parted lips.

In a duet, he groans lowly, and you feel heat splashing your walls. There are no thoughts swimming in your head, except of those of you and him and his marks all over you.

You listen to his heavy breaths, feel him slowly draw back and the stickiness that seeps from you. You feel almost disappointed by the loss of his weight on you, but this quickly dissipates when he lays down next to you, hand still holding yours. Instead, you feel satisfied, fulfilled. In ways beyond the physical – you’re overjoyed that this had just occurred between the two of you, that he had trusted you to take off his mask. That the two of you had partaken in a union of love.

The hand that cups your cheek is sticky, and before you can wince he’s demanding a kiss from your lips, and you oblige. When you part, your foreheads are touching.

“Thank you,” he says quietly.

“I love you.”

He laughs, a laugh you’ve never heard before. It is light, joyful, like a summer breeze. Just like a youthful boy’s. You smile so wide, your cheeks hurt. “I love you too, petal. So much,” he confesses, drawing you close for another kiss.

“My heart is soaring from your words,” you whisper.

“I will make sure it is in flight forever,” he promises.

Then no more words are spoken, as he claims your lips for his once more.

It is still dark when Jimin wakes up.

He sighs contentedly, feeling a rare sense of peace awash him. A good dream, then, he assumes, shifting –

Freezing, when he feels the shape of you next to him, in his bed.

Not a dream, then.

It wasn’t a dream! A happiness so great engulfs him then, nearly knocking him over. It is foreign, but he couldn’t help but welcome it. He replays the moments you confessed your love for each other, smiling as he gently caresses your face –

He freezes. The smile drops.

The mask comes on.

Dressed once more, he stands next to your sleeping form, leaning down to brush a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Goodbye, my love.” He murmurs.

His lips tremble.

The room is none the wiser when he leaves.

Sun seeps through, insistent on waking you up. You obey, blinking groggily, taking your sweet time stretching this way and that before you fully opened your eyes, ready to start the day.

That was perfect, you sigh to yourself, a dreamy smile on your face. The memories are fresh in your mind, leaving you feeling like you had milk with honey just before bed. Sweet – he was sweet, as were all your honest confessions to each other.

Excited, you turn to your side, expecting your lover to be beside you. I love you sits on your lips – maybe it was too fast in the morning to say it, but you didn’t care. You loved each other.

You frown when you see an empty bedside. When your fingertips reach out to feel the sheets, they’re cold.

Uncertain and confused, you sit up, pulling the blanket to protect your modesty. There’s a nagging feeling, one you’re trying your best to ignore. You take a glance around the room, noting its sparseness …

… and the lack of a distinct mask.

You nearly trip over yourself then, trying to get out of bed. “Jimin?” You yell frantically. You dash around the room, trying to find where you’re sure the mask had fallen the night before. For a sign of a note, something to clue you in on his whereabouts. “Jimin!” The nagging feeling expands and expands, until it nearly suffocates you. You rush out the entrance, into the dark, looming hallway. “Jimin!” Your voice echoes back pitifully to you.

Your face crumpled. If you weren’t heartbroken, you’d laugh at how predictable Jimin had been – feeling ashamed by his deformities, he must’ve fled.

Leaving you behind so easily.

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