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Class Act

synopsis; in which Namjoon is the popular jock and you’re just another girl in the bleachers. OR what happens when the gentle giant takes notice of the introverted, yet dedicated fan?

pairing; college jock!namjoon x college student!reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, smut, s2l, f2l, college au, jock au

warnings; classic college tropes, angst in the form of cheerleaders(but not all!) misjudging reader, reader has some body image issues, but mainly just a whole bunch of sweet jock Namjoon for your pleasure, a letterman jacket kink rises to the surface, reader is awkward, joon is a patient angel baby cause he’s in lOoOve with reader so much 🥺 uhhhhm there will be sexual intercourse and it will be soft and cute with protection being used cause they smart cookies(and so are you!)

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 4,744

a/n; happy birthday to our favorite accident prone, gentle giant, dimple baby Kim Namjoon! like + reblog if you enjoyed. don’t be a silent reader! <3 feedback is always appreciated and helps to keep this writer motivated to put out more content — like this! all the love, always.

networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @btshoneyhive, @kflixnet

It was another chilly September evening.

The flood lights that surround the football field are bright as ever, allowing the football players to continue playing as the night continues on.

You secure your jacket tighter around your shivering figure, the unforgiving wind still somehow making it through the thick material no matter how hard you try otherwise. The people around you both cheer when your team scores a touchdown, and boo when the away team does.

All of that is trivial, however, seeing as your main focus is on the tallest member of the team, making it easier for you to decipher him amongst the other players.

Kim Namjoon. The gentle giant.

The bleachers erupt into a fit of cheers, hooting, and hollering, your team winning the game by a landslide. Not that you ever doubted it. Namjoon and the other players gradually make their way off the field and towards the locker rooms to get washed up. With your seat being next to the corridor that they walk through, you get a good luck as they go by.

Namjoon is waving politely at those that chant his name in earnest. He’s not the quarterback, but he’s just as popular, if not more. His talents are phenomenal when it came to the sport, everyone sure that he was going to get recognized by an agent and signed by end of his college career.

You join the rest of those that chant his name, though your voice is easily drowned out by those who aren’t afraid to scream their hearts out. For a split second, your eyes lock with his. That dimpled smile widens, and you woefully wish it’s due to you, though you know that can’t be true considering you’ve never gained the courage to talk with him.

You imagine it’s cause of you anyways.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

The following Monday you’re taking your normal stroll through the large campus courtyard. It’s littered with students that share the same goal as you, making it to their class on time. Up ahead, you see the jocks and cheerleaders formed in their usual circle located next to the fountain that’s planted dab in the middle of said courtyard.

You spot Namjoon easily.

He’s laughing from something that Cherry said, cheer captain and from what you heard, now ex of Kim Namjoon. From their interaction, you wonder if those were just rumors, or maybe they just ended on good terms. You wouldn’t put it past Namjoon to stay civil in that kind of situation.

Due to your zoning out on the dimpled male, you fail to watch where you’re going, and make the fatal mistake of knocking into Jin, another member of the football team. The action causes a domino effect from the force in which you accidentally plow him with, ultimately making Cherry stumble into Namjoon and having him catch her effortlessly. His face is worried as he asks if she’s okay, she says yes.

His eyes then flicker to yours, as does everyone around him when they realize that you’re the culprit.

“Aiiiiish! You should be apart of the team with that powerful of a tackle, y/l/n.”

Jin turns and jests at your embarrassed figure good naturedly, a grin on his face so as to show there’s no hard feelings on his part. The same sentiment can’t be said for a few of the cheerleaders who were collateral damage.

“You’re right, Jin. She’s certainly built like a dude.” Cherry’s co-captain and best friend sardonically chimes in with a smirk on her face. The comment creates scattered laughter throughout the group in agreement, all except for Namjoon, you notice.

Your face flushes at the jab, you being well aware that your chest wasn’t quite as developed as most women your age. Your lip trembles, and you bite it in hopes of stopping the tears that begin to build in your eyes. You make a show of deeply bowing to the group, mumbling a ‘sorry, please excuse me’ before standing up straight and briskly walking past.

Namjoon makes a step towards your retreating figure, promptly getting stopped by Cherry’s hand that curls itself around his bicep. His face that was once full of worry for his ex, still held the same expression, but this time for you.

He made a mental note that next time he saw you he was going to apologize on behalf of his so called ‘friends’.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

You make it to class without a hitch. The day drones on like it always does, and it’s not until that final bell rings do you sigh in relief. You clutch your binder into your chest, both arms folded around it as you step back outside into the courtyard, this time with the end destination being your bed.

You get close to the school gates before you’re stopped by a loud voice. A loud, familiar voice.

“Y/N! Hey! Wait up!”

You stiffly turn in the direction where the voice is coming from, seeing Kim Namjoon in all his beautiful, letterman jacket wearing glory make it to you in a second flat from his long legged strides. Your knuckles turn white from how hard you’re holding your binder now, something Namjoon’s eyes dart to as he gets close enough to stand a few feet away from your shorter figure.

His full, dimpled smile is on display, and this time you know for a fact that it’s meant for you only. Your brain malfunctions, and you miss the words that come out of his mouth next, the only thing you register is his lips moving to form said words.

You blink. Once, twice. His smile doesn’t falter, but he does lean in closer to your face, one slender finger coming up to gently poke the crease in between your brows that seemed to form without you knowing. It must be from how confused you are about the situation at hand.

As if time unpaused itself, your brain clears up enough for you to speak, though your voice cracks when you do.

“I’m–, I’m sorry. What did you say?”

“I was asking if you were available to accompany me to this new diner that opened up down the street. I wanted to treat you.”

His hands are stuffed into his letterman jacket, he’s rocking himself on the balls of his feet as he waits for your answer patiently. Eyes staying trained on your face, he surveys out of his peripheral the outfit you’re wearing. It’s cute, different, unique. He likes it, a lot.

Your eyes narrow, and for the first time does his usually confident smile begin to dim.

“Is this some kind of a bet?”

His eyes widen, face crestfallen at your misconception of his genuine interest in you.

“Excuse me?” Now it’s his turn to gain those creases between his brows.

“Are your friends going to pop out of the bushes and yell ‘gotcha!’?”

He doesn’t miss the way you elongate the word friends with a hint of distaste on your tongue. He’ll be the first to admit that his choice of company can be downright rude, and wonders what other slurs you had to endure by them before he transferred to this college his junior year.

“No, they’re not. I promise I only come to you with good intentions and on the basis of wanting to get to know you better. Is that alright with you?” He ends with a question, and once again awaits your answer. There’s no signs of malice or ill intent as he looks at you, but you can’t help the walls you’ve built over the years.

Pursing your lips, you reply.

“No, thank you. I wouldn’t want to further endure the wrath of the cheerleading squad when your girlfriend finds out. So, good day.”

You pivot on your heel, decision resolute.

An enlarged hand grasps your own, and you stop in your tracks, back towards him.

“She’s not my girl–well, she was-but not anymore. We broke up awhile ago. Like, months ago. She even has a new boyfriend already, he’s a cool dude.”

He’s nonchalant when he speaks, his grip on your hand loosens when you turn your attention back on him, but he still keeps ahold on your hand incase you attempt to ditch him again.

“Only you would talk highly of an ex’s new boyfriend, I swear. You’re like a freaking unicorn.”

He lets out a bellowing, open mouthed laugh that seems to take over his entire face, his eyes crinkling, that reverberates through his hand and into yours, causing your arm to shake lightly as a result. A hint of a smile appears on your face that makes him gasp in pure delight.

He points at your mouth with a cheeky, dimpled, grin.

“There’s that smile!”

Your immediate reaction is to hide your face in your chest, an action he prevents you from doing as he uses his other hand to cup your chin and steer your gaze back onto his. His hand is still warm from its previous home in his jacket, you note, despite the cold air around you two.

“You shouldn’t hide your face, it’s pretty.”

From that point on, you were hooked.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Once again, you’re walking your normal route to class within the courtyard. Namjoon and his group of friends are a few yards away from you, but this time when he notices you, he makes a point to break away with haste, apologies spew from his supple lips to those he squeezes past to get to you.

Jin is the last to let him past, giving you an enthusiastic wave. Even Cherry and her posse give you smiles in greeting that you return. Namjoon’s arms encase themselves around your waist as he hoists your small frame and twirls you both in a circle. He’s still holding you up off the ground, and you slowly slide down enough to plant a soft, but meaningful kiss on his lips. You could feel him smile into it, and it makes your teeth clash for a moment.

When you mutually pull away for fresh air, you barely have time before he’s peppering you with kisses all over your face. From behind, Jin patronizes you both on your disgusting public display of affection.

“Oi! Get a room you two!”

Using one arm to hold you, he makes a point to flip Jin off with his free hand that makes you roll your eyes at their antics. You give him a few pats on his shoulder, your way of telling him to set you back down on solid ground. He pouts cutely, but obliges.

Throwing an arm around your shoulder instead, your fingers thread through his dangling ones over your shoulder as he leads you to your first class of the day. Too soon do you arrive, and he leans against the side of the wall next to the door with his lips already puckered in waiting. You lean up this time to oblige his height as best as you can, not noticing when he subtly leans down further to accommodate your height difference.

Inbetween kisses, he asks you a question.

“Am I still able to come over after the game tonight?”

His eyes are hopeful, smile widening when you nod in affirmation to his question. He gives you a loving pat on the head, before using both hands to secure your head long enough for him to plant a kiss on your forehead and then he’s off and heading to his own class with a wave of his hand, barely managing to dodge a gaggle of girls in time before crashing into them.

You wave back with a shake of your head at your clumsy giant, smile of your own adorning your face as a light hue rises in your cheeks of what’s to come.

You couldn’t wait.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Just like in the beginning, you’re back in your favorite spot on the bleachers to watch your now boyfriend own the field like he always does. Off to the side, not to far from where you are, you catch a snippet of conversation between a dude who looks way to formally dressed to be at a college football game and Namjoon’s coach. When Namjoon’s body hurdles by them with the football in hand, does the formal guy point at Namjoon with a serious look on his face. His coach crosses his arms over his chest with a puff of his chest, a smug smile on his face as he nods to whatever the formal dude is saying.

Huh. You wonder what that’s about.

You join the rest of the crowd around you in a standing, deafening applaud for the entire football team as they make their way through the corridor after a major win of the season. Your eyes scan the members in search of Namjoon’s loving eyes, but you don’t see him.

It’s not until your eyes shift back towards the field, do you find him with his helmet tucked under his arm, a beaming smile on his face as he talks to coach and mystery dude. The latter pats Namjoon on the shoulder as you make your way slowly down the bleachers to the stairs that lead to on the field. When your feet touch the astroturf and you begin your small trek to the three men, does the mystery dude bid his goodbyes and walk past you.

The coach and Namjoon are hugging each other tightly, coach shouting praises at Namjoon.

“I knew you would be something kid. I just knew it!”

“Thanks, coach. This wouldn’t have been possible without you!”

You walk up as they separate, and you have a wary smile on your face, your gut telling you that you just might know what transpired, but choosing to stay silent and wait for Namjoon to tell you himself.

If possible, his smile becomes broader when he sees you. Dropping his helmet to the ground, he ditches it in favor of holding your body tightly against him. You hug him back just as enthusiastically, his breath fanning your ear as he speaks.

“I did it, baby! I got recruited for a team!”

You gasp in astonishment, eyes watering due to how happy you are for Joon. This has been his goal for as long as he could throw a football, you couldn’t be more proud of him. Your arms tighten around his neck as you bury your face into him. He can feel your body shake with happy sobs, and can’t help the emotion of the moment when he joins you in the sobfest.

The coach is long gone when you two collect yourselves, Namjoon using his thumbs to wipe the tear streaks from your face as he smiles at you lovingly. Your nose is red and eyes are puffy, but he’s never seen you look more beautiful than you do at this moment.

He leans down to kiss you. It’s soft, slow, but full of passion.

“I love you, y/n.”

The words are whispered between kisses and instead of responding with words, you opt for action in the form of deepening the kiss with a mix of tongues as you battle for dominance.

He wins. He always wins.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Namjoon is manspreading on your bed wearing nothing but black boxers, arms behind his head as he watches your shy, hesitant body make its way past the frame of the door. Your arms are crossed over your chest in self doubt of how risqué you chose to dress yourself tonight for Namjoon’s pleasure – and your own.

It’s a sheer, black, silky slip that caught your eye in the mall recently. The lady that helped you pick it out reassured you that you would look so good that he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of you. But, as you look at his now stiff body, face void of emotion, you conclude it must’ve just been her trying to meet her sales quota for that day.

Your body folds in on itself, your flight response immediately wanting to kick in and save you from your utter embarrassment at trying and failing to look sexy. Namjoon snaps out of his lust induced haze to see your fear stricken one, and he instantly hops off the bed to secure you within his arms with endearing words of praise spoken into your hair as he rocks you both side to side.

“I’m sorry, baby. My brain fried there for a second when I saw how gorgeous you look.”

He pulls away, but keeps his hands on your shoulders, rubbing the tops of them occasionally as his eyes rake over your perfectly curved, thick figure with both love and lust.

“Just gorgeous?”

His eyes snap to yours when your meek voice passes your lips, his brows scrunching in confusion. He goes to question you, but you beat him to the answer.

“I was trying to go for more along the lines of sexy–,” your eyes look everywhere but his as you continue, self deprecating thoughts fill your mind for a moment as you become your own worst critic. “–I bet if I had bigger boobs–,”

“I’m gonna stop you right there.”

His hand on your chin, makes you look at him. His eyes hold nothing but warmth when he speaks.

“You are sexy, baby. So fucking sexy.”

Your eyes widen, a soft gasp escapes your lips. He trails one hand down your arm and to your hand, before he’s leading you both back to your bed. Guiding you to lay down, he then takes a moment to savor the way your body naturally parts your legs in anticipation of him being between them. Not wanting to disappoint, he kneels between your legs and uses the strength of his arms to hover over your form.

“I don’t want you ever doubting how I feel about you, okay? If you’re feeling down, let me know. I’ll be glad to show you otherwise.” A cheeky smirk adorns his face and your cheeks tint, small smile beginning to curl at the edge of your lips.

“There’s that smile I love.”

“Shut up.”

You pull him down by his neck to kiss him, it starts out slow and sensual, before turning into a kiss of pure need for one another. Your bodies react, his lower half grinds into yours and you can feel the effect you have on him. You whimper into the kiss, the weight of his crotch rubs deliciously into your clit that makes you want more.

“Please, Joonie. No teasing.”

“Fine, fine. One thing though, something I always wanted to try.”

You tilt your head in bewilderment when he pushes himself off of you to cross your room to the duffel bag that lays on the floor next to your desk. Unzipping it, he ruffles through the contents until he finds what he’s looking for – his letterman jacket.

He makes his way back to you and gestures for you to sit up, which you do. Grabbing the bottom of your slip dress, he helps you pull it off until your left nude in front of him. He bites his lip, and throws the jacket around your shoulders, encouraging you to slink your arms through the sleeves, which again, you do. He then sits back to both admire you and take in his fantasy come to life.

You wearing nothing but his letterman jacket.

His Adam’s apple bobs, pupils blown, as you yourself admire the jacket around you. The semi rough material rubs against your nipples and makes them harden. The scent of Joon is all over it, and you can’t help but bring the collar up to your nose to savor it with your eyes closed in content.

A shaky exhale is what has your eyes popping back open to witness Namjoon sink to his elbows between your legs. You whine at his actions.

“Joon, I said no teasing tonight.”

“Baby, please? This has been a fantasy of mine for a long time now, I just want to taste you real quick.” He whines back cutely, full on pout plastered on his face that you just can’t say no too.

You give a mock huff of feigned annoyance and let yourself plop back comfortably onto the pillows beneath you, he pumps a fist in the air in triumph that has you lightly hitting him in the back of his head with the heel of your foot to hurry up.

Then, he doesn’t waste any time.

He dives in, planting one solid lick to your outer folds that leads to the hood of your clit. He places one hand between you both to gently tug the hood of your clit up so he can blow softly on it. The cool sensation makes your body erupt with goosebumps, and then he’s placing a hard suck on your clit that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your knees unconsciously begin closing upon contact, but he uses his other free hand to hold one of your legs down, preemptively giving him better access to your core.

He switches his attention from your clit, and down to your now glistening hole, where he allows his middle finger to slide inside up to the knuckle, taking it out a second later to rub circles around your hole. Your hips buck, hole clenching around nothing, missing the intruding digit already. He continues this torturous routine until you start to become frustrated at your lack of relief, the edging beginning to take a toll on you.

“Namjoon, you better start–,” you begin to berate him, but your words turn into soft pants when he chooses at that exact moment to add two more digits into your hole at a fast pace, curling them to the point he’s able to feel your soft spot. His pace is unrelenting as you grip the sheets, back arching and mouth parting in a silent scream. Your toes begin to curl and he watches with hooded eyes as you come undone for the first time that night before him. Your orgasm washes over your spasming body in waves, and he’s quick to replace his fingers with his big mouth to lewdly slurp up your essence like a man starved for water. Some of it eludes his mouth to dribble down his chin and onto the bedding beneath you.

“Fuck. Namjoon. Stop. I can’t.”

You beg breathlessly, fingers gripping his hair in a vice to lift his head off your oversensitive pussy. He places one last wet kiss to each of your inner thighs, then trails up your body to your breasts. He takes one in each hand, gently massaging them to squish them together so he can take advantage of his big mouth and tongue to both lick and suckle each nipple with the same amount of attention.

You use the opportunity to come down from your high, to a still pleasurable, but not overbearing different kind of stimulation. After a few minutes, he uses one hand to push down his boxers enough to kick them off the bed with his feet. Getting back up on his knees, he reaches over the side of you to your side table drawer and fetches out a condom you make sure to keep just incase. He opens it and rolls it on, being sure to pinch the tip to make room for his own slick to fill.

He lines up his length with your still semi spasming hole, but looks up at you with a question in his eyes that gets answered just as quietly when you wrap your legs around his waist. Both of you let out a grunt of satisfaction when he stills, fully inside.

“Are you okay?”

You don’t realize your eyes closed on their own as your body adjusted to Namjoon’s girth. When you open them, you see his face hovering over yours with concern pooling in his.

“I’m good, Joon. You can move.”

Leaning down, he gives you a lingering kiss on your lips as he begins to move his hips against yours. He doesn’t go fast, choosing tonight as one to be savored. It’s an important one after all, he wants to remember it.

You thrust your own hips up in the slow, rhythmic tempo that he’s set, encouraging him to his first orgasm of the night. He buries his face in your neck, giving sloppy thrusts until he stills. Using what little strength you have left, you place the palms of your hands on his chest and push him until he’s laying on his back on the bed. You take your time straddling him, rubbing your folds against his length once, twice – it’s not until the third swing of your hips does he place his hands on your love handles in order to guide his length back into your warmth.

You chuckle at his impatience, and he glowers at you playfully.

“I thought you said no teasing?”

“Figured I’d give you a taste of your own medicine is all.”

You’re playing innocent, but he knows better. He lets you ride him at your own pace, letting his hands roam all over your breasts, your stomach, your thighs. Eventually, when he feels your walls begin to constrict around his own growing length, does he drop his hand where you two meet in order to rub soft, yet perfect amount of weight on your clit to help spur both of your impending orgasms.

Throwing caution to the wind, you splay your hands on his chest to get better leverage and a better angle, increasing your pace from a slow one to a fast one that has both of you a panting mess trying to chase your highs at the same time. You let out a broken whimper and he knows you’re closer to yours, but he wants to cum at the same time as you, finding the rare occurrence just another way of togetherness in his mind between you both when it does happen.

Easing his assault on your clit, he plants his heels into the bed to thrust up at a brutal pace, his cock pistons in and out of your sopping hole and you let out a sob at the orgasm that suddenly hits you at the same time that his does. He only stops when you can’t hold yourself up anymore and choose to lazily plop yourself off to the side of him on the bed, face flushed, eyes closed, and ready for sleep already.

He’s not too far behind you, wanting to crash after that love making session, but he needs to clean up first and so do you. He gives your ass a light slap and you groan into the pillow in reply.

“Let’s clean up, baby. Then sleep.”

You flip him off. He playfully bites your fingertip.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

The next day you’re both taking an early morning walk around campus, your small hand held tightly in his large one. Ever since last night, he takes any chance he can get to see you wearing his letterman jacket, so that’s what you’re currently wearing over your outfit.

You don’t mind though, in fact, you love it.

Like you love him.

So, you say it for the first time since he’s confessed.

“Joon?” He looks down at you with a curious look on his face, and waits patiently for you to speak when he notices how shy you’re getting. It brings him back to the first day he met you.

“I love you too.”

Your favorite dimpled smile makes an appearance. You two meet in the middle for a loving kiss. You go to pull away, but he secured a hand on the back of your neck to keep you a hair width away as he speaks lowly, honestly.

“I always saw you.”

You tilt your head in confusion.

“Saw me?”

“Yeah. In the bleachers. You went to every game. I even saw the sign you made with just my number on it, but it helped me get that winning touchdown.”

“You’re joking.”

“Serious as a heart attack.”

A puff of laughter escapes your lips, your lips grazing his during the act that has him chasing yours for another. His shoulders bounce as he lightly laughs along with you.

Another reason you love wearing his jacket? It lets everyone around you know that you’re his.

That you would always be his.

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mikrokcsmos · 1 year

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Class Act (M)

synopsis; in which Namjoon is the popular jock and you’re just another girl in the bleachers. OR what happens when the gentle giant takes notice of the introverted, yet dedicated fan?

pairing; college jock!namjoon x college student!reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, smut, s2l, f2l, college au, jock au

rating; 18+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 4,744

It was another chilly September evening.

The flood lights that surround the football field are bright as ever, allowing the football players to continue playing as the night continues on.

All of that is trivial, however, seeing as your main focus is on the tallest member of the team, making it easier for you to decipher him amongst the other players.

Kim Namjoon. The gentle giant.

You imagine it’s cause of you anyways.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

You spot Namjoon easily.

His eyes then flicker to yours, as does everyone around him when they realize that you’re the culprit.

“Aiiiiish! You should be apart of the team with that powerful of a tackle, y/l/n.”

He made a mental note that next time he saw you he was going to apologize on behalf of his so called ‘friends’.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

You get close to the school gates before you’re stopped by a loud voice. A loud, familiar voice.

“Y/N! Hey! Wait up!”

As if time unpaused itself, your brain clears up enough for you to speak, though your voice cracks when you do.

“I’m–, I’m sorry. What did you say?”

“I was asking if you were available to accompany me to this new diner that opened up down the street. I wanted to treat you.”

Your eyes narrow, and for the first time does his usually confident smile begin to dim.

“Is this some kind of a bet?”

His eyes widen, face crestfallen at your misconception of his genuine interest in you.

“Excuse me?” Now it’s his turn to gain those creases between his brows.

“Are your friends going to pop out of the bushes and yell ‘gotcha!’?”

Pursing your lips, you reply.

“No, thank you. I wouldn’t want to further endure the wrath of the cheerleading squad when your girlfriend finds out. So, good day.”

You pivot on your heel, decision resolute.

An enlarged hand grasps your own, and you stop in your tracks, back towards him.

“She’s not my girl–well, she was-but not anymore. We broke up awhile ago. Like, months ago. She even has a new boyfriend already, he’s a cool dude.”

He’s nonchalant when he speaks, his grip on your hand loosens when you turn your attention back on him, but he still keeps ahold on your hand incase you attempt to ditch him again.

“Only you would talk highly of an ex’s new boyfriend, I swear. You’re like a freaking unicorn.”

He points at your mouth with a cheeky, dimpled, grin.

“There’s that smile!”

“You shouldn’t hide your face, it’s pretty.”

From that point on, you were hooked.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

“Oi! Get a room you two!”

Inbetween kisses, he asks you a question.

“Am I still able to come over after the game tonight?”

You wave back with a shake of your head at your clumsy giant, smile of your own adorning your face as a light hue rises in your cheeks of what’s to come.

You couldn’t wait.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Huh. You wonder what that’s about.

The coach and Namjoon are hugging each other tightly, coach shouting praises at Namjoon.

“I knew you would be something kid. I just knew it!”

“Thanks, coach. This wouldn’t have been possible without you!”

“I did it, baby! I got recruited for a team!”

He leans down to kiss you. It’s soft, slow, but full of passion.

“I love you, y/n.”

The words are whispered between kisses and instead of responding with words, you opt for action in the form of deepening the kiss with a mix of tongues as you battle for dominance.

He wins. He always wins.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

“I’m sorry, baby. My brain fried there for a second when I saw how gorgeous you look.”

He pulls away, but keeps his hands on your shoulders, rubbing the tops of them occasionally as his eyes rake over your perfectly curved, thick figure with both love and lust.

“Just gorgeous?”

His eyes snap to yours when your meek voice passes your lips, his brows scrunching in confusion. He goes to question you, but you beat him to the answer.

“I’m gonna stop you right there.”

His hand on your chin, makes you look at him. His eyes hold nothing but warmth when he speaks.

“You are sexy, baby. So fucking sexy.”

“There’s that smile I love.”

“Shut up.”

“Please, Joonie. No teasing.”

“Fine, fine. One thing though, something I always wanted to try.”

You wearing nothing but his letterman jacket.

A shaky exhale is what has your eyes popping back open to witness Namjoon sink to his elbows between your legs. You whine at his actions.

“Joon, I said no teasing tonight.”

Then, he doesn’t waste any time.

“Fuck. Namjoon. Stop. I can’t.”

“Are you okay?”

You don’t realize your eyes closed on their own as your body adjusted to Namjoon’s girth. When you open them, you see his face hovering over yours with concern pooling in his.

“I’m good, Joon. You can move.”

You chuckle at his impatience, and he glowers at you playfully.

“I thought you said no teasing?”

“Figured I’d give you a taste of your own medicine is all.”

He’s not too far behind you, wanting to crash after that love making session, but he needs to clean up first and so do you. He gives your ass a light slap and you groan into the pillow in reply.

“Let’s clean up, baby. Then sleep.”

You flip him off. He playfully bites your fingertip.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

You don’t mind though, in fact, you love it.

Like you love him.

So, you say it for the first time since he’s confessed.

“Joon?” He looks down at you with a curious look on his face, and waits patiently for you to speak when he notices how shy you’re getting. It brings him back to the first day he met you.

“I love you too.”

“I always saw you.”

You tilt your head in confusion.

“Saw me?”

“Yeah. In the bleachers. You went to every game. I even saw the sign you made with just my number on it, but it helped me get that winning touchdown.”

“You’re joking.”

“Serious as a heart attack.”

A puff of laughter escapes your lips, your lips grazing his during the act that has him chasing yours for another. His shoulders bounce as he lightly laughs along with you.

Another reason you love wearing his jacket? It lets everyone around you know that you’re his.

That you would always be his.

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a compilation of jin’s Very Important roles and occupation in bts

for shirley @moonprincejin ♡ happy birthday to one of the punniest person alive!

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#jin #bts #ksj #gifs #seaottersgifs #好朋友 #生日快乐！#thank you for always making me laugh with your witty jokes #i had so much fun making this #jin is always a hoot #(that's something jin would say right)#clubzerooclock #applejinie

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robininthelabyrinth · 3 years

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CQL-Verse: Wen Ning did a whole lot of risky stuff saving JC and the bodies at Lotus Pier. What if NMJ hears and gets talked into helping protect him and the Wen remnants by the Jiang bros, because even if he's a wen, he still 1. whole ass poisoned wen chao 2. straight up commited treason and was punished for it to protect sect heirs and 3. is extremely baby brotherable. you can fit so much h/c into this bad boy

ao3

Untamed

Wen Qing was angry about the trials, but Wen Ning thought they made a reasonable amount of sense.

After all, how was the rest of the cultivation world supposed to know what they did in the war without a proper trial? It was only reasonable for them to make certain assumptions about them based on their surname, the same way everyone assumed that those surnamed Jin were rich, those surnamed Lan were beautiful, those surnamed Jiang were bold to the point of arrogance…

The Nie were supposedly known for their tempers, but Wen Ning hadn’t seen much evidence of that so far.

In fairness, his only experiences with a Nie were, firstly, with Nie Huaisang at the Cloud Recesses, which he was fairly sure didn’t count, and now, during the trial, with Nie Mingjue.

Nie Mingjue laughed the entire trial.

“You poisoned the wine,” he sniggered. “At their own celebratory feast…! And then you just went straight to Yiling, where your sister was in charge. And it still took him how long to find you?”

“Weeks,” Wen Ning meekly admitted.

“Can we go back to the bit where you saved Wei-xiong from the giant dog beast using stolen needles?” Nie Huaisang asked.

“No, we cannot,” Nie Mingjue’s deputy – a somewhat long-suffering looking man that they all called Meng Yao – said. “He’s already gone over it four times, Huaisang.”

“But –”

“No.”

“Spoilsport! Look at how much fun da-ge’s having; it’s not fair.”

“He’s the sect leader. If he wants to hoot like a shrieking monkey, he’s entitled to it.”

“I’m not hooting,” Nie Mingjue protested. “I am recognizing talent.”

“Talent.”

“Exactly. Talent.”

“At…what, exactly?”

“Causing trouble,” Nie Huaisang volunteered. “I recognize it from Wei-xiong, I could spot it anywhere.”

“Could we possibly proceed with the trial?” Meng Yao asked, obviously deciding not to continue with that discussion. “We have six more to finish today. Can I assume that given the evidence of Wen-gongzi’s subversive activities and his subsequent imprisonment throughout much of the Sunshot Campaign, he is absolved of all crimes and allowed to go free?”

“You spoilsport,” Nie Mingjue said, rolling his eyes at him. “Yes, I think so. Wen Qionglin, you are free to go your own way – though if you wish to stay here in Qinghe as a guest cultivator, we would be glad to have you for however long you wish.”

Wen Ning thought that sounded all right.

The Nie sect were known for their tempers, and justly so, but Wen Ning quickly figured out that he didn’t need to be afraid of Nie Mingjue’s occasional outbursts (quickly roused, quickly doused) or Nie Huaisang’s temper tantrums (petty) and occasional grudge-holding (rarer but much more dangerous).

No, Wen Ning figured out very quickly in his first weeks that the one to be afraid of was clearly Meng Yao.

Wen Ning had been weak and sickly his whole life in a sect that valued strength above all; he had survived hiding behind his sister, but she couldn’t always be there for him, no matter how she tried. He’d soon learned that surviving on his own meant being quiet and obedient, never making trouble or drawing attention to himself, and it also meant being extremely attuned to the minute expressions that might signal the difference between Wen Chao being angry enough to throwing a teacup at his head and being angry enough to order him to be taken outside and beaten until unconscious.

The same skills helped him in the Nie sect, where people were very often angry. Wen Ning could tell the difference between Nie Mingjue raging to let out steam (moderately common and generally innocuous, easily ignored) and being actually upset (typically only dangerous to the furniture, which was a nice change, but more worrisome in the sense that he might go and do something stupid afterwards), and he could tell that Nie Huaisang’s true anger, so rarely triggered, tended more towards the cold and hidden (definitely a sign he was going to do something, but unfortunately for everyone involved it’d invariably be far more malicious - enough to make you long for stupid).

He could tell that Meng Yao was, despite all his smiles, very often angry.

Like Nie Mingjue, Meng Yao’s temper was easily roused to the point of fury; like Nie Huaisang, his anger lasted a long time and usually called for some malicious action before it could be properly assuaged.

“Senior Meng,” Wen Ning tentatively said one day when his curiosity got to be too much for him. “Could I ask a rude question?”

Meng Yao’s temper, hidden deep in his eyes, flared at once, preemptively, and Wen Ning shivered and looked down at the ground. He had known what he was risking, but he hoped that asking permission in advance might allow him to get the question out with minimal reprisals – cold meals for a few days, perhaps, or being assigned to the training yard only when the most sadistic training-master was supervising, but only for a week or so.

“Of course, Wen-gongzi,” Meng Yao said, and he sounded nice and pleasant and like no question could possibly be rude enough to cause him any disturbance. It was a little frightening how good he was at that. “I can’t imagine what you would want to know that would be rude.”

“Are you related?” Wen Ning blurted out. “To Sect Leader Nie, I mean – his family –”

Meng Yao stared at him. His mouth was slightly hanging open.

“…it’s a stupid question,” Wen Ning concluded, feeling ashamed. Of course Meng Yao had been promoted entirely on merit; it was only his imagination getting away from him. “I’m sorry. I’ll go –”

“No, wait,” Meng Yao croaked. “Related – to the Nie sect – forgive me. How did you reach that conclusion?”

“I mean, you’re obviously treated as part of the main family,” Wen Ning pointed out. There were plenty of Nie cousins that weren’t treated anywhere near as well; both Nie Mingjue and Nie Huaisang were not only protective but almost possessive over Meng Yao’s time and dignity - surely by now everyone knew that the surest way to get them each angry in their own ways was to slight Meng Yao. “You wear Nie braids like them – you wear clothing like them – you have a temper like them –”

Meng Yao started laughing.

“…did I miss something?”

“I’m surprised you didn’t go to the Lotus Pier after you’d been absolved,” Nie Huaisang said, tapping the weiqi piece on the board a few times before making a move. “Given your fondness for Wei-xiong and all that.”

“Wei-gongzi’s very nice,” Wen Ning said vaguely, staring down at the board. He’d played a lot of weiqi in his life – including against Wen Ruohan when the man had still been remotely sane, mostly because he’d been the only one stuck back at the palace with him more often than not – but playing against Nie Huaisang required all of his attention. The first time he looked away, he’d get lured into a trap. “Very kind.”

“And yet you stay here,” Nie Huaisang prompted. “In Qinghe, with us, when even your sister picked the Lotus Pier.”

Wen Ning had never been without his sister this long before. He knew that she still expected him to come to the Lotus Pier. She hadn’t expected him to last the week without her; she’d said as much when she first went, huffing at him for being ridiculous – a Wen as a guest cultivator in the Nie sect, of all places? – and telling him, in between reminders to take his medicine on time, that she’d prepare a place for him there so that he would be comfortable when he arrived.

Her letters, in the weeks and now months since that time, had never overtly asked when he was going to finally get around to moving there, and had recently developed an almost quizzical tone, as if she’d finally realized that he wasn’t.

“I like it here,” Wen Ning said, and moved his piece.

Nie Huaisang moved his own almost immediately in response, which meant that Wen Ning had made a horrible mistake that played straight into Nie Huaisang’s hands. Not an uncommon occurrence.

“I’m glad to hear that,” he said. “We like having you here, too.”

Surprised, Wen Ning looked up.

Nie Huaisang was smiling at him – he smiled nearly as often as Meng Yao, but unlike Meng Yao, he never smiled if he didn’t want to, so his smiles were actually sincerely meant each and every time. He had a wide range of smiles: nervous smiles, cheerful smiles, devious smiles…

Wen Ning was good at reading expressions, but he had to admit he’d never had to work as hard at it as he did with Nie Huaisang.

“We’re a very nice sect, really,” Nie Huaisang said, and even seemed to believe it. “We’re always open to people who are like us. The only thing we can’t tolerate is injustice and betrayal; as long as you stick with us and put us first, you’re ours, and we’re yours.”

That sounded nice, Wen Ning thought, and moved a piece blindly. “You think I’m like you? My sister doesn’t think so.”

“I think you fit in very nicely,” Nie Huaisang said, and his smile had teeth to it. He moved quickly, again. “You’re angry and resentful, but you don’t let it get in the way of what you want - just like us. Your sister probably doesn’t think that about you, either, but then again, that’s why she’s in the Jiang sect, with their heads in the air, dreaming of the impossible. I bet she never even noticed that you had a temper.”

She hadn’t. Wen Ning had been her baby brother and nothing else for a long time; he never had to defend himself as long as she was around.

He’d never had the chance to defend himself.

(He didn’t resent her for that. He didn’t. She was his big sister, his favorite person, and he loved her so much that he didn’t mind the way that all her fussing sometimes made the world feel cramped and small, as if he were being forced into a place that he’d long since outgrown.)

“Do I have a temper?” he asked, and moved another piece.

“Oh, yes,” Nie Huaisang said. “You’re like me – slow to boil – and like Meng Yao, hiding it behind your eyes. You’re even a bit like da-ge: you don’t need to be the one get the frustration out as long as something deals with it, but if nothing does, it nags at you and wears at you, like a thorn stuck in your flesh, until you can’t be silent any longer. Until you have to do something, or else you’ll explode.”

That sounded about right, Wen Ning thought. He’d never really had a chance to explode in the Wen sect, out of fear of what they’d do to his sister if he did, and he’d been sick with it – he’d limited himself to little rebellions, nameless pranks, right up until he met Wei Wuxian, who was kind to him, and couldn’t stop himself from helping him. He sometimes thought, in the days he’d spent in the dungeons, that if he died he’d come back as a fierce corpse, soul-calming rituals or no, and he’d might even enjoy it if only for the opportunity to finally vent his feelings – to finally pay back every single injustice that he’d ever seen, each one marked down in his heart in an indelible list of regrets.

Maybe Nie Huaisang was right.

Maybe that was why he stayed here, in the Nie sect, the sect of do not tolerate evil instead of the Lan sect’s chivalry and righteousness or the Jiang sect’s attempt the impossible.

Maybe he wanted to fight back for once. To have a temper, to have rage, to be something more than Wen Qing’s shy, stuttering shadow.

“I like it here,” he said again, but if his words were the same then the flavor was different: he meant it this time.

He understood, this time, what he meant by it.

Nie Huaisang smiled at him and moved another piece. Winning the game, Wen Ning noticed.

“Good,” he said. “Now move over – sit in front of the mirror. I’ll show you how to do your hair right.”

“Really?”

“Really. Also, Da-ge’s been practically champing at the bit to teach you saber, and Meng Yao has been making grandiose plans about redoing the way we recruit and train doctors with you leading the charge, so if you’re not up for either of those, now’s the time to say something.”

Wen Ning settled down in front of the mirror.

“No,” he said. “Those sound good to me.”

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tangledinmdzs · 3 years

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I love you and your writing lot lot lot lot and lot,

Could you make juniors proposing reader infront of elders/parents?

aww thank you so so so so much!

i lob you too, i always see you around! thank you for reading!

and this is so cute, i’m picturing this in canon au!

it would be my pleasure to write for you~

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Lan Sizhui

it is a very homely, cozy dinner

in the quiet ambiance of the Jingshi, Wei Wuxian’s laughter, Lan Wangji’s quiet smile and Sizhui’s gentle hand holding yours under the table

all fit together

you feel grateful that you were so easily accepted into his family

and honestly, you had only dreamed that being friends with Sizhui would be enough for you

but it wasn’t

luckily both you and SIzhui came to know that it would never be enough to be just friends

and you feel so happy, so blessed, that his parents had helped you two to come together despite all the odds

orphaned and growing up sect-less, you were not the ideal candidate for Sizhui, son of Hanguang-Jun & Yiling Patriarch

but if there was anything that his family showed you, it was that love mattered first before pride, before everything

“Wei-qianbei, Hanguang-Jun,” Sizhui’s voice snaps you out of your daydream, makes you realize that dinner has finished,

Sizhui’s eyes turn to meet yours and you smile at him as his dad coos

“y/n,” he says your name like a funny question

and you hum at him, tilting your head

“i love you, a lot, y/n”

you blink, a blush rising to your face as your eyes flicker over to his parents and then back at him,

you nod to him as well, squeezing his hand with yours,

“with my parents as witness, i’d like to give you something,” Sizhui tells you

and you blink rapidly, eyes welling up with tears at the thought, the idea

Sizhui lets go of you hand, moves it up to begin untying his forehead ribbon

you watch as he uncurls your hand,

slowly brings the forehead ribbon down from his head and placing it into your palm

“Sizhui,” you breathe out, because you can hardly believe it

but his parents watchful eyes on the sideline, have never seen a better couple

Lan Jingyi

when you were summoned to the Hanshi you truly wondered if Jingyi had gotten in trouble again

you walk into the the hall, catching sigh of Jingyi kneeled, head bowed in front of Zewu-Jun and Lan Qiren,

and you believe you must be right

you make deep bow when you approach, taking the same kneeled position as you companion on the floor

because really, no matter what it was that Jingyi did, you always knew that he had a sense of justice and righteousness within him

you don’t doubt him, even with his faults

you stand by him

but you are going to give him a smack later on for always wrapping himself up in some kind of trouble-

“Zewu-Jun, Lan Qiren, please let me marry y/n,”

you snap you head up to the side immediately at his words,

but Jingyi doesn’t even look at you,

his eyes are staring at the two present adults, a different kind of defiance in them

you were the sole heir of a small but growing sect, a highly admired cultivator

he was a senior disciple, his only family the teachers and mentors that raised him

your statuses were different, so different

but from the way that Jingyi’s eyes stared, unflinching from Lan Qiren’s cold stare and Zewu-Jun’s surprised eye

you know that

Jingyi won’t be taking no for an answer

“is that not, y/n-guniang’s decision?” Zewu-Jun speaks

you’re a bit surprised when all the eyes are directed upon you,

you meet JIngyi’s eyes, face just as surprised with that answer

“my parents...”

“what do you want, y/n-guniang?” Zewu-Jun asks you, and you realize you have to be honest about what you love, who you love

because you can’t imagine a life without Jingyi,

“i can’t live without, y/n” Jingyi tells you, kneeled before you

and you smile at him, teary eyed

you hope that the adults in the room understand,

how much you are meant for one another

Jin Ling

this was the most formal family dinner that you had ever been to

granted it was the first time Jin Ling’s family and yours were meeting

but still

the air was so tense you could literally feel it on your back

all the eyes that were staring at you,

judging you,

couldn’t everyone just chill a little bit

you hear Jin Ling cough into a closed fist across from you, watch him quietly get up from his seat and go into the middle of the banquet hall at Lotus Pier

his Uncle was kind enough to host

but that just made you all the more worried when Jin Ling stepped up to the highest chair,

whispered into his Uncle’s ear

you stare a little wide eyed when his Uncle’s eyes flicker over to you

and then watch as the whole hall quiets down at his Uncle’s hand

“I have an announcement to make,” Jin Ling speaks up into the quiet of the room,

everyone stares at him, watches his eyes as he scans the room and then meeting yours

“i will be marrying y/n in the coming spring,”

there’s an uproar of noise from the room, hoots, hollers, shouts of surprises, gasps

in between all the talking and everything going on

you only see two things

firstly, a strong hand resting on Jin Ling’s shoulder, one that you realize is from his Uncle

secondly, lastly

you see Jin Ling’s eyes, shining but brave at the same time

he stares straight at you,

marry me, Jin Ling mouthes to you across the din

a tear falls out of your eyes,

you nod

Ouyang Zizhen

you’re happy that Zizhen has come to know your family quite well

because your relationship with him had never been hidden,

never been stopped

always supported

and you fall in love with Zizhen as much as he adores your family

he had felt much the same way

which is why when he is eating with your family on a normal meal

sitting around the table with your siblings screaming and your parents piling food on his plate

a few words here and there get around,

namely,

“jie-jie, when is Zizhen-ge going to live with us?” you little brother asks and Zizhen beside you nearly chokes on his rice

“well, Zizhen has to marry jie-jie first before that happens,” your teenage brother smart mouths before you can begin explaining anything

he’s only 12, you have no idea how he already knows that

“Zizhen-ge, you should get married to jie-jie soon so you can stay here with us and not have to ride your horse back home all the time!” your baby brother persuades Zizhen

and your boyfriend can only laugh, patting the young child on the head as the family breaks into happy but awkward laughs

on one hand you are happy that he doesn’t bring it up again, not in this setting at least

but at the same time, why didn’t he bring it up again, didn’t he want to marry you?

the ebbing thought that perhaps, Zizhen didn’t want to marry you (wasn’t in it for the long run) bothers you the rest of dinner

and it ends up being really late into the night, when you finally get some time alone with one another

that being, when you’re about to see him off

“i’ll come visit you, soon,” Zizhen promises, and you nod, distractedly fixing his robes for the night wind on his ride home,

Zizhen watches you for a moment before he overlaps his hands with yours, stealing all of your attention,

“you little brothers may have heard my conversation with your father a few days ago,” Zizhen says

and you look up at him,

“Zizhen?” “i’ve always wanted to marry you, y/n. it’s been on my mind the moment i met you,” Zizhen confesses to you then

you smile up at him, feeling warmed from his words and the hand that wraps tightly around yours,

“will you be mine forever?”

“of course-”

“JIE! SAY YES!”

and you both whip around to see your brothers (and a few embarrassed, but happy servants) hiding by the awning of the main entrance

“I DID!” you shout back, happily turning back to Zizhen

his smile looks beautiful in the moonlight

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canary3d-obsessed · 3 years

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed, Episode 24 part two

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Warning: Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!

Arguing

After enjoying a tense afternoon with Lan Xichen, Wei Wuxian comes home to enjoy a tense evening with Jiang Cheng. He pauses in the doorway as he takes in Jiang Cheng’s mood and decides which metaphorical mask he will put on to interact with his shidi. As someone who grew up with explosive people, I find this routine very familiar.

Wei Wuxian is always carefully playing a role as he interacts with the people in his life. Clearly he has read the classic sociology text The Presentation of Self in Everyday Life and is using it as a how-to guide. We see him do this same calculation over and over, in which he reacts internally to a situation, comes to a decision about what persona to inhabit, and then dons that persona. It’s a typical abuse survival tactic and...it is exhausting.

This is why I think his leaving to be alone for a while in Episode 50 is a good thing. Being alone isn’t better than being with someone else, usually, but for Wei Wuxian, who is (by Episode 50) assured of love but not sure where he belongs in his own life, being by himself for a while is going to be the best thing for him. He can learn how to just be a person, instead of constantly trying to mold himself to fit everyone around him.

For the current tense situation, Jiang Cheng is polishing his sword, which, incidentally, is slang (in English, not necessarily in Chinese) for masturbating. Which makes their conversation about how frequently it needs doing kind of a hoot. “One time a month should do,” per Wei Wuxian.

Jiang Cheng yells at Wei Wuxian--fairly, really--for being drunk all the time and not working on clan tasks. Then he responds to a hug attempt by shoving Wei Wuxian and knocking him down. JC asks WW if he’s too drunk to manage his spiritual power. Now, we know that he doesn’t have any spiritual power to manage, and that’s the main point of this interaction. But it also shows us something else about their dynamic.

This was just a quick hit, and when it takes WWX out, JC asks why he isn’t responding with spiritual power. Which means that apparently *every* time Jiang Cheng gives Wei Wuxian a shove or a shoulder check, or strikes him--like he’s been doing constantly since Episode 3--he’s putting spiritual power behind it. That’s...really harsh.

Jiang Cheng wants Wei Wuxian to fight back, and Wei Wuxian can’t; this is a big part of why their relationship breaks down. Casual blows loaded with spiritual power are part of their vocabulary, and Wei Wuxian can’t speak that language any more, even for basic defense. He’s literally not safe having simple interactions with Jiang Cheng now, because he’s secretly disabled, and Jiang Cheng is casually injuring him whenever he gets too close.

(more after the cut!)

This time Wei Wuxian has had enough, and raises Chenqing to Jiang Cheng, who immediately backs off. Jiang Cheng has seen that thing in action, not just on the battlefield, but in a small room full of whatever remained of Wen Chao when they were done with him. He takes this as a serious threat, and backs off, disturbed and puzzled and hurt.

Jiang Cheng thinks the change in Wei Wuxian is coming from apathy, not from disability, and so he misunderstands it over and over. Think of a friend saying “whatever, I’m sick of arguing with you, do what you want.” Jiang Cheng is very ready to feel rejected, and not at all ready to look at Wei Wuxian’s behavior and try to actually understand it.

Crying Over You

Wei Wuxian bails and goes to see Jiang Yanli in the ancestral hall, where she is polishing a name plaque. I turned the gamma way up to see whose it is and...I dunno. This character might be 江 (Jiang), I guess?

Jiang Yanli is the only one of the trio who knows how to mourn properly, in that she is taking some time to sit and be sad. Mourning the dead--both ritually and just in the emotional sense--is as important a part of reclaiming Lotus Pier as the training of disciples and having good times on the lake.

She asks him about his fight with Jiang Cheng and he says he’s used to fighting with him. Jiang Yanli asks him if he’s tired of living there, and Wei Wuxian deflects and deflects, saying “it’s my home, where else would I go?” and that if Jiang Fengmian hadn’t adopted him he would still be begging in the streets. He says “no matter what happens, I won’t leave Lotus Pier,” which is not an answer to her question.

It’s also not true. Like so many of his promises, it’s an expression of his wishes, with no space for the surprises real life is made of. He promises her that he won’t be reckless again, and asks her not to be mad at him. She says she can’t be mad at him, and then they share a flashback about Jiang Fengmian finding him on the street. This is a story, not a memory; Wei Wuxian can’t remember but he remembers her telling him about it. Jiang Yanli wasn’t there, in the moment. So this is her telling the story as it was told to her, probably by Jiang Fengmian.

Flashback Time

In the flashback, picky salad-hating Wei Ying is out on the street, looking for food in a cartload of pretty okay scraps. I mean, yeah, skip the tomatoes, but most of the greens look fine.

He’s found and fed by Jiang Fengmian, who recognizes him and decides to take him in.

Within a couple of episodes, we will see Wei Wuxian paying this favor forward, saving someone he finds starving on the street. Just like Jiang Fengmian, he's going to upset and disrupt his family in order to help someone for whom he feels a deep connection.

During this flashback we get a look at Jiang Fengmian’s sword, and it is a beauty.

What is Love

As the flashback ends, Wei Wuxian is smiling, hearing Jiang Yanli tell this touching story of starvation and orphanhood. She tells him he was born with a smiling face, and that he never minds much about sorrowful things; no matter how bad the situation is, he is always happy. Way to reinforce that metaphorical mask he’s wearing over his deep, deep despair, sis!

They talk a bit about Jiang Cheng’s bad temper. Then Jiang Yanli says now that her parents are gone, they three are the closest in the world, and he responds by putting his head down on her knee and theatrically saying he’s hungry. But he’s crying for real, and so is she.

Then he decides to ask her why people fall in love, basically, and claims that he does not have anyone in his heart. He says there’s no need to like a person that much, that it’s like “haltering your own neck,” according to Netflix. Let’s have a look at that figurative language for a second, and what’s missing from the Neflix translation.

What he says is (as near as my qhanzi.com skills can make out) “這不就是自己給自己脖子上套犁拴韁吗” which Google tells me means "Isn't this just putting a plow on my neck with a rein?" The part of the image that’s missing from Netflix subs is the plow, and the hard labor and animal servitude involved in pulling a plow. This isn’t a pro-romance image.

He’s clearly thinking about Lan Wangji when he lies about having no-one in his heart, but right now the yoke that he wants to escape has nothing to do with Lan Wangji. The person he’s harnessed to in a team, the person who he labors with, the person he wants to escape, is Jiang Cheng. What’s chafing his neck is the promise he made, to stay and serve as one half of a pair, when he can no longer pull his weight.

Busted

Speaking of Jiang Cheng, he is hanging around outside the shrine, listening to the conversation. Wei Wuxian busts him, pointing out not that eavesdropping is bad, but that it’s bad for grownups. Jiang Cheng points out that he’s the master of Lotus Pier so he’s allowed to go anywhere he wants.

(I love how he looks framed by this giant lotus behind him)

We Wuxian has another of those moments where he assesses the best approach to Jiang Cheng before responding.

Then he picks a fake fight with him about soup. Yanli comes out and tells them both to grow up, saying that JC is losing his demeanor as clan leader. He jokingly fixes his already-perfect robe ad they all have a chuckle.

Then Jiang Cheng reminds Wei Wuxian of his promise for the millionth time, and Jiang Yanli goes to make soup for the millionth time. As soon as the boys see that she’s gone, the smiles drop right off of their faces. They’re both performing their typical relationship dynamic for Jiang Yanli.

Being Reasonable

The brothers repair to the main hall, and stand behind the lotus throne looking out of this complicated wall/doorway thingy, while they talk about Jiang Yanli and Jin Zixuan.

Jiang Cheng is being mature and sensible here, trying to give Jiang Yanli what she wants and also explaining very, very basic political stuff to Wei Wuxian, who is too caught up in his hate boner for JZX to want to think about the bigger picture. He also thinks that Jin Guangyao is a nicer person, but Jiang Cheng says that nice doesn’t matter.

Wei Wuxian is getting a full head of steam going about what a jerk JZX is, when Jiang Cheng makes him actually stop and think, by pointing out that it’s not for them to forgive or not forgive Jin Zixuan’s past behavior; it’s up to Yanli.

Wei Wuxian sees the reasoning in this, and starts to say he can’t understand why Yanli chose to like this person, but then he stops himself and goes through a rapid series of thoughtful, uncomfortable expressions.

Perhaps he’s realizing that he himself has chosen to like an infamously stuck-up, fancy cultivator, albeit one with no soup-related character deficits.

Library Time

The stuck-up cultivator in question is currently in the Cloud Recesses library, where he has snuck into the forbidden books room, against his uncle’s express command, for the purpose of helping Wei Wuxian. The forbidden books room is an entire basement floor of the library; it probably has more books than the not-forbidden part of the library, since the main floor needs space for the restrooms, circulation desk, and copy machines.

(Did OP photoshop the Wangxian-in-the-Library porn picture onto Lan Wangjis’ book? She did.)

A couple of other Lans come along and see the main door unlocked. The lock is a big fish that probably uses magic for locking; it definitely doesn’t use a key. One of them steps in the doorway, glances back and forth without walking through, and does not check the secret door to the forbidden vault. Gosh, how did Su She and/or Jin Guangyao ever manage to steal secrets from this highly secure location, wow.

Lan Wangji hears the Lan disciple on guard duty say “don’t tell Hanguang Jun about this!’ and has a series of microexpressions that might indicate some kind of feeling about simultaneously being a rule breaker and a rule enforcer.

Boat Time

We end with an idyllic scene on the lake in Lotus pier, where a new batch of disciples is harvesting lotuses and learning the opposite of boat safety.

Jiang Yanli and Wei Wuxian are having a good time, and seem utterly carefree; both of them are good at living in the moment, or faking it.

Wei Wuxian thinks, in voiceover, that it seems that it’s not so hard to go back to the old days. Uh...ok.

Except he’s hiding a massive secret and these replacement kids are not the same juniors he used to hang out with, and he can’t actually teach them cultivation, since he has no socially-acceptable magic power, and everything is about to go to shit in the next episode. But you gotta take your joy where you can, I guess.

Note: There are a lot of questionable effects in The Untamed, but there are also beautiful scenes like this one, which looks like a Maxfield Parrish painting. Compare with the BTS below and you can see what a good job the VFX team did in bringing this lake to life.

#the untamed #cql #wei wuxian #jiang cheng #the untamed gifs #restless rewatch the untamed #canary3d-original #my gifs

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what you heard | reader x changjin

a/n: hi. its missing changjin hours also now I am addicted to poly r/ship fics so here is what my brain came up with hehe (pic creds to OPs!)

what you heard | reader x changjin

Pairing: self insert, hwang hyunjin x gender neutral reader x seo changbin

Genre: smut w/ fluffy tones

Tags: poly r/ship, comfort fic, outdoors sex, friends to lovers, discovery of feelings, idiots in love, with a lil bit of comedy, college au, teehee switch!changbin, switch!hyunjin, switch!reader, they’re all kinda fighting for dominance muhaha (its those bestie vibes ahaha), bratty behavior on all sides, jinnie kinda flips a switch when he gets in the mood (hehe pun intended), spitroasing (r), unprotected sex (stay safe!), sex under the stars hehe, penetration and fingering (r), oral (r & m), face fucking, cumshot, cum eating, that good, good makin’ out, soft and intimate body touching hell yeah, fluffy ending

Word count: 6.8k

Recommended listening: what you heard by Sonder

If there was something that you and your two bestfriends were the best at, it was getting your heart broken.

Hopeless romantics you all were, in one way or another. In fact, it would take even more than your set of three hands to count the number of times that the three of you had come over with a broken heart, seeking ice cream, hugs, or plates to break.

Changbin was the kind to fall in love slowly, but when he did, it consumed him, and everything that he was. He would become convinced that there was no one better for him in the whole world. He would spend sleepless night writing songs and poetry about those who would occupy his mind. Changbin would write love letter after love letter to never send them, or to have them crinkled into papery balls, and slam-dunked into his waste bin. He would often joke that he was ready to love someone, but he just didn’t quite know how to. Under it all, you and Hyunjin knew that he must’ve been scared if they didn’t love him back.

Hyunjin fell in love with people at the drop of a hat. It was his “fatal flaw” as he liked to to joke about too. The gorgeous blond man would fall in love over hearts scribbled on coffee cups, smiles in passing, and compliments on days when he had caught the bus late. This man was the kind to sing love songs loudly in the shower no matter who heard him, and would often have a new crush by the week. Unlike Changbin, he had no fear when it came to confessing, but had even worse luck getting someone to take his words seriously. Hyunjin had too much love to give, and never received enough back.

You, on the other hand, delayed love for as long as you could, no matter how much that you would dream of it. Love came to you in the forms of movies and books, fictional characters and song lyrics. You wrote about the love you had to give in countless journals and on the back of sticky-notes that had been used on the front-side. Love was more of an abstract concept to you. It was never something that you could touch but rather dream about. However, while this wasn’t the worst way to view it all, you still thirsted for something more. A hand to hold, a warm body to tangle up in the sheets with you.

On this day in particular, you and your friends had gathered for a meeting: your “Unofficial Lonely Hearts Club” as you called it. You couldn’t recall who had called the meeting after the long week that you had, but it was likely what each of you had needed.

These nights would often start the same: the three of you shoved into Changbin’s pickup, windows down, night air in your lungs, some song on the stereo that Changbin had been into these days. The three of you lived in the typical college city nestled into the side of some mountainside--a stark contrast to where you had come from before. It was the kind of place where people went to forget about who they were before to become new people. For some reason, some crazy fraction of the people who moved there, never left.

First chance you got, you would move the hell out of there: a place full of so much heartbreak and disappointment…who could dare to stay?

Hyunjin stuck his hand out the window, making little waves with his palm in the wind. You wondered what he had been thinking of that night; if he was sad or if he was happy. After knowing him for nearly four years now, you knew there was nothing in the world that he deserved more than to feel all the warmth that he had conveyed to others. It was a crime that he never got it back.

Changbin’s free arm held to the handle above the car door frame, and he flexed and relaxed his muscles as he hung his fingers there. You too wondered what thoughts floated on his mind: if he was making up lyrics or if he was putting together some grad story or gesture only for it to never see the light of day. He too deserved all the love the world could offer.

Changbin’s car sped up the dirt road to the lookout spot where kids would go to get drunk, high, or possibly both. It was a dreary and empty Wednesday evening, and secretly you hoped that no other rambunctious students would be there to shatter bottles on the craggy rocks. His headlights lit the path ahead, and the car bounced on the rough road with dusty orange rocks. The higher you got to the mountainside, the more static-y the stereo would buzz until soon all that was left were broken lyrics.

There was one spot you liked particularly: it was a ledge that would jut out horizontally, giving a clear view to the whole of the land below: you would see the white lights from the nearby hospital, and the stadium lights from that god-awful football stadium that had sucked up your student loans. Further, you could see river on the edge of the city-line, and how it would ripple in dark blue sparkles under the moonlight.

Your two best friends would grab the blankets that were habitually kept in the backseat made of scratchy wool, but this only made them warmer. Changbin also kept a couple camping lamps in his car to light up the dark space of his cargo bed. The weight of your bodies would shake the space and make the car bounce a bit on its wheels when the three of you would cuddle up between eachother to take in the scene.

On nights like tonight, neither of you would say much, but just look out and feel it all. There was a kind of beauty in the simplicity of the way that everything seemed so still up there, or how time had appeared to stop somewhat. If you were lucky, you could hear the hoot of an owl, or some other critter rustling in the bushes.

Hyunjin was always the one to sit in the middle, and he would take turns resting his head upon your shoulder or Changbin’s sighing deeply into how they would rise and fall. You hugged your knees to yourself and wondered how many more times you would come up here with them, or if after graduation, it would happen at all. It was painful to consider, but you even wondered if they would be in your life at all after everything ended.

“I’m sick of being lonely.” Hyunjin said into the cold air. He shifted, looking both you and your other friend in the eyes. “Its depressing and exhausting.”

“What are you talking bout ‘Jin?” Changbin threw his hoodie over his head.

“I mean moping about people who don’t ever feel the same...feeling sad when it doesn’t go my way...I’m sick of it!! I just wanna like, give up!! Would it be so hard for me to just like, stop feeling??”

“Oh Jinnie...don’t be ridiculous. You can’t just stop falling in love with people. It’s impossible. Not just for you but...” You exhaled out, “...for all of us.”

“Yeeeah, I don’t think that you have much control over that.” Changbin agreed.

“No, seriously!! It’s shit!!”

You wrapped your arms around him lovingly, nuzzling into his shoulder to sooth him, “I know, I know.”

“Aren’t you guys sick of it?? The three of us must be cursed or something.”

Changbin laughed out his little trademark chuckle and ruffled up his friends blond locks. “You’re being dramatic again Hyunjin. It’s not that bad.”

“Psh! Says you who hasn’t gone on a date in months!”

“Hey!!”

You flicked both of your friends on the sides of their heads. “Cut it out, will you? We came up here to relax and forget all that stuff, remember?”

Hyunjin gave out a sign in his exasperation, turning to fiddle with his little Bluetooth speaker that had definitely seen better days. The last crickets of the season chirped in the early fall air, and the little device booted up with the tiny ringtone that you knew well.

“Anything we want to listen to in particular?”

“Whatever you feel like Jinnie.”

The little blue-white light of his phone illuminated his face, and Hyunjin picked a song that you had likely heard dozens of times before. It was from that artist that he had adored to bits, but only really listened to when he was feeling down.

“Oh Jinnie.” You hushed, then wrapped your arm around his wide shoulder. “No one deserves you.”

Changbin let his head fall on the other boy’s shoulder too. When the three of you were close like this with your body heat shared between you, it was cozier than anything imaginable. While you and your two friends weren’t the most touchy of people, there were still times when you could huddle up, and it was no secret that it felt safer than anything.

Hyunjin chuckled a bit, causing his shoulders to shake. “You know what they say in those movies about people who can’t find love after long?”

“What’s that?”

“They say, “By the time that we turn thirty, if neither of us have found love, lets just marry eachother.””

Changbin scoffed, “And you’re bringing this up why?”

“Well, I guess it wouldn’t be the most ridiculous idea if the three of us decided to do that, right? Seeing how the current trend is going?”

You exchanged adoring and teasing glances with Changbin over your adorably naïve friend.

“I think you’re missing something out of that equation Jin.”

His doe-eyes widened, “What’s that?”

“In all of those movies, it was usually two people who made that promise.”

“Two people, three people, what does it matter? As of right now, its looking like the only people that we’ve got is eachother.”

Hyunjin stretched out his hands into his sweater paws and made a little squeak when he cracked his back.

“What do you say?”

“Hm.” Changbin cleared his throat, “So you’re being serious?”

“What’s so crazy about it?” Convinced as ever, he counted out the points on his fingers, “We could all live together like we’ve always talked about, we’ll never be lonely and have someone to do things with, we don’t have to be second guessing ever, waiting for someone to call us back...we all already know eachother really well so there will be no surprises...”

“Oh, so you are being serious about it then?” You ruffled his hair up a bit, just to get a rise out of him like it usually would.

“I mean...it’s not like it would be hard...right?”

Changbin sucked at his teeth, “Mm. I guess not.”

“But isn’t a marriage supposed to be like, having kids, being in love, being...partners?” You added.

Hyunjin stammered with frantic hands, “W-well, we don’t have to do everything!! Marriage is so conventional these days, we don’t have to follow all the rules, especially since there will be the three of us anyway.”

Changbin sighed, casting his head up to the ocean-blue sky dotted with silvery constellations and the red blinking lights of airplanes overhead.

“You’re still forgetting something Jinnie.”

The blond tiled his head.

“The part about being in love?”

The tallest boy shied his hair behind his ear, then tucked his chin into one of the blankets.

“I mean...I know that I love you guys. I wouldn’t mind spending the time...”

Your chest buzzed with warmth hearing your friend say it for the first time. It previously had been somewhat of an unspoken phrase between the three of you, but now that he had said it out loud, it felt even more real.

“Awww, I love you too Jinnie.”

Changbin scoffed once more and picked with the fraying ends of the blanket. “I guess I do too.”

The cargo bed grew silent while the three of you chewed on the idea. The longer you thought about it, it started to make sense bit by bit. After all, through all the confusion and the broken hearts, ice cream and broken plates, your little group understood each other better than most. When there were tears to dry, each of you knew exactly what to do. You had loved them all along, you always had.

“I really love you guys...I think.” Hyunjin finally said, and linked his arms with yours and the other man’s.

“What are you doing getting all cheesy for, huh?” Changbin nudged him with a smirk.

“I don’t know, I guess I just never really thought about it like that before.”

“Like what?”

“Out of all the people that I’ve “loved” I don’t think that I’ve ever loved them like I have with you both.”

“What do you mean?” Under the swath of blankets, your knee nudged against his, and he jumped a bit from the feeling.

Both you and Changbin looked at him attentively and how his lip quivered, and soft eyes glistened from the glow of the lanterns.

“M-maybe all along...I’ve been in love with you?”

“Like, in love, in love?”

“I don’t know...maybe?” He rubbed his eyes like he would’ve had they been lured with sleep. “Maybe I’m just, making things up...I don’t know. It’s getting late.” He laughed out with a tentative breath, “I’m saying things that don’t make sense.”

Changbin looked out at the stretch of city lights as if he was contemplating the idea himself.

“I guess that it wouldn’t be impossible.” He said blankly.

“What!?” You tried to look at both of your best friends as seriously as you could. While your heart started racing, it was as if it was against your will.

“It’s kinda funny,” Changbin began, “The three of us always complain about how love never really comes our way when we’ve already got it...right here.”

Logically speaking, it made sense. You and your two best friends really did know eachother better than anyone else ever had. When you had met as scared little 1st years without a clue in the world how to be your own people. You had figured it all out together. The ways that you had showed love to each other had been a bit different--but it was still all the same. If you were to have not met them all those years ago, your life would’ve been drastically different. You couldn’t even picture it.

Perhaps in all of your little rambles in journals and daydreams, was what you were looking for...them?

“Maybe we were just looking in the wrong place?” You offered, and both of them shrugged.

“It’s possible.” Hyunjin pulled both of your arms closer to him, and rubbed his cheek into the top of your head, then Changbin’s dark curls. He giggled out, tackling the two of you to lay flat on the cargo bed. It crinkled with a plastic sounding thud, then he wrapped his legs up in both of yours the best that he could.

Under his arm, you choked a little from his tight grasp, but you eventually let yourself mold into the curves of his body and soak up his warmth. The scratchy wool tickled at your cold fingers, and you soon felt Changbin’s hand come searching for you under the blanket too. It was a bit startling at first, but he reached out to hold your arm, then rubbed small circles into it with his thumb where you rested them on Hyunjin’s chest.

It was as if he was a bit delirious, but Hyunjin chortled with laugher until he had lost his breath, and his lyrical sounding voice bounced off the cavern of the mountain and echoed up into space.

“Why do I...weirdly...kinda...wanna make out with you guys right now?”

Changbin pinched his friend with a teasing grin, “You mean it?”

Hyunjin pouted with his plush pink lips, “I thought we all just agreed that we were in love with eachother??”

“Jinnie...” You settled your head into the crook of his neck, right by his collarbones.

“Damn. Glad I’m not the only one.” Changbin bit a smirk into his lip, then propped himself up on his forearm to gain better ground on you and the other man.

Your fluttering heart beat it’s way up your throat and into your ears, and your two friends looked at you expectantly.

“O-outside? Right now?”

“Yeah, I guess. Why not?” Changbin traced his thumb and index under Hyunjin’s smooth jaw.

“Aha! So you admit that you want to too!!” Hyunjin beamed and tugged at the sleeves of your own hoodie.

“I-I didn’t say that...”

Hyunjin leaned over on his side to face you. “Y/n, how about lets make a deal. We try it out, see how it feels, if it feels weird, we stop and pretend it never happened?”

“I don’t know Jinnie...this seems pretty friendship ending to me.”

“Isn’t that the point?” Changbin said with a sly grin.

The tallest boy pleaded to you with nearly needy eyes. “I think that it would feel nice? Besides...none of us have really...felt that...in a while.”

Changbin’s creeping hands came surveying over Hyunjin’s deep green pullover, and the other boy shivered out a little feeling the touch.

Hyunjin’s own curious hands reached out to hold both sides of your face gingerly with pink fingertips.

“I know that I’d like to kiss you...if you’ll let me?”

Both of your friends waited for you as you took turns checking with both of them. The whole prospect was unimaginable, but now...with both of them in front of you, both more real than anything you could have ever thought up, it started to make all the sense in the world.

“What do you say?” Hyunjin asked with a dreamy air. It was chilly on that early fall evening, so he tucked up the blankets even higher. It was a simple gesture, but still held multitudes of his care.

“It doesn’t hurt to try...”

You felt your face pulled closer to his, and all at once his warmth flooded your lips. It was a strange feeling your friend’s lips on yours like this, but while it was new, it was comfortable. Your friend relaxed himself over you, smiling with the corners of his mouth, and slowly sucking at your lower lip like he didn’t want to startle you with anything too fast. His glossy lips stuck with his favored strawberry flavored Chapstick, and you only wanted to taste more. He hummed with a little happy sound, and his larger hands nearly covered your whole face where he helped tilt your head a little so that he could gift deeper kisses to it.

Beside him, Changbin shook with a sigh watching the two of you, a different kind of passion growing within him seeing the two of the people that he loved most do something like this. He was a bit unsure at first, but he tucked back his friend’s blonde edges to free the skin of his neck, then sucked little kisses there too. He to was careful, and didn’t want to leave marks, but rather feel the way that Hyunjin’s skin dotted with goosebumps from the feeling and then let kitten-sounding whimpers go from the pressure on his neck.

While the night itself was nearly too cold to bear, the three of your bodies heated instantly, and you nearly felt as if the sweater that kept you warm was even too much. Hyunjin parted his lips slightly to enter your mouth with his tongue, and it was a feeling so indulgent that you tried to hide from your friend how good he could make you feel out of your own embarrassment.

Your name slithered from his lips to yours, and you tucked your hands under his sweater, finding Changbin’s hands there too on the other boy’s bare skin. Hyunjin flinched from feeling both sets of hands on his muscles. His abs flared from the attention, and he accidentally bit into your lip feeling the cold pads of fingers on him.

Now that you had one taste of him your body could only crave more.

Changbin tilted Hyunjin’s gasping and swollen lips to his own where he took his own turn gifting the other boy his affection. Hyunjin pressed his whole chest into the other man in an attempt to get closer and Changbin’s hands splayed across his back to hold him tightly. The two of them giggled a bit as they roughly worked their way around each other’s mouths. Changbin, a little smaller in the other man’s wide and long arms appeared to swim in him, and the two of them melted between the thick fabric of their clothes.

Once more your hands went journeying up Hyunjin’s shirt, and you ran your fingers over every curve and twist of his back: from the little dimples above his hips, his ribs, his sweeping shoulder blades and each swelling bit of fleshy dorsal muscle you could get your hands on. You had never realized how curious you had been for him in this way, but it delighted you to feel him this close.

Legs became anxious under the wool blankets, and tangled up with little regard for personal space, and hips writhed asking for attention that had been kept for them for far too long.

Changbin moved down Hyunjin’s jaw to give him more kisses to his tender neck, sucking harder this time to imprint little purple marks. You had never taken Changbin to be one to do so, but something told you that he was one to take pride in those that he loved, and wanted them to be his only.

“B-Bin...” Hyunjin’s voice wavered, no longer loud enough to bounce off the rocks surrounding you.

From the way that Changbin kissed the other boy, you instantly craved for him to do the same for you. Across the width of your gorgeous blond friend, you tossed around Changbin’s dark and curly strands, and soaked up his warmth to your hand cracking from the cold.

You called out for him too, and found your hips grinding into Hyunjin’s back, becoming more impatient by the moment. The way that both of them touched you, and each other was...different. There was no fear, no heartbreak, no uncertainty or loneliness. When you thought of it later, it was if the three of you could actually heal from it all for the first time.

Changbin’s eyes softened hearing you beg for him, and he helped you slide closer to him.

“Hm. You’re so cute.” He muttered before filling your mouth with his own kisses. Changbin appeared to channel everything that he had in him to give to you--it was no surprise considering the romantic that he was. He was attentive and slow; rough at first, but then melting into something much more infatuating. Hyunjin took his turn swiping his hands up and down your thighs, kneading into the skin, and then tucking up your sweater. He shimmied down your body, pressing soft lips into your belly to make you tremble from the pleasant gesture. He made his way up higher, up to your chest where he exposed even more skin to the cold, but was sure to make up for it by keeping the blankets close.

Changbin swiped his thumb over both of your lips, smiling as he did so.

“Have I ever told you that you’re really breathtaking?” He said with a tone so sultry it was a bit laughable.

“I don’t think so?”

He too took a greedy hand down your chest where Hyunjin nipped lightly, admiring the way that you had looked under the moonlight. He brought his fingers back to your lips, giving you a tiny and accidental taste of his fingertips, then promptly resumed the kisses that you had asked for.

Hyunjin worked his way back up your body, stopping at last to lap lightly into your neck with tiny fleeting love bites and delighted in the way that he could see them fade onto your skin--almost like you and him were a matching set now.

Changbin broke his lips from yours, creating a tiny wet sound with a thin string of his saliva on your your bottom lip.

Hyunjin played with the elastic of your sweatpants, gasping out a bit once he saw your legs rub together in the absence of friction. His eyes wandered slowly to his other friend who had grinded his hips down into the cargo bed with a quivering length.

“Are we about to do what I think we are?” He asked, both thrilled and shocked.

“Seems like it.” Changbin said simply after going to caress the other man’s cheek.

“Damn. I was not expecting this night to go like this.” Your voice shook, either from anticipation, or from the cold--you couldn’t quite tell.

“Me neither...but I’m not mad about it.”

“Friendship offically ruined?” Hyunjin said with a mischievous little smile.

The breeze blew through, wrapped up in the smell of the crisp mountain air. Hyunjin’s little speaker played on with his songs that you still knew the names of. There wasn’t too much light, just the glow from the inside of Changbin’s car and his lanterns, but it was just enough to take in your friends fully--the ones that you had cared for so much, you didn’t even known how much you had. While you would’ve been worried about getting caught on that Wednesday night, this mattered little.

“I’d say so.” You answered, and it was exactly what they had wanted to hear.

The three of you opted to keep your tops on to fight off the elements, but under the covers, you each jiggled off pairs of joggers, jeans and sweatpants. The car bounced once more as the three of you readjusted. As soon as bare legs intertwined and the thin fabric of undergarments got thrown into the mix, you each got louder and more desperate for wandering touches that could quell your desires.

With twisted and oversized socks, Hyunjin straddled both sides of Changbin’s head, letting the other man palm the outline of his dick and squeeze at it harshly until he shivered over the smaller man’s frame.

“Damn Jin...” Changbin groaned seeing the other’s length. “You’ve been packing and didn’t feel like sharing?”

“S-shut up.” Hyunjin whined as the other teased him.

You worked bite after bite down Changbin’s torso, sucking lightly, then harder. After long, you found that it tickled him a little--this knowledge you would save for another time.

He wore baggy boxers which hid the full girth of his dick that swelled with his erection that bopped and only appeared to grow larger once you and released him. Thick veins wrapped around his length, and his tip flared where you grabbed him into your palm.

“I could say the same to you, Bin.” You teased your friend.

Hyunjin turned to see for himself, laughing out, seeing the way that it looked in your smaller hand.

“Bin, what the fuck?”

“...Intimidated are you?”

The other boy tossed his head back, hair getting caught in his hoodie. “No...”

Changbin snapped the elastic to Hyunjin’s briefs just because he liked the sound, then pulled the other’s member out to pump at the considerable length with his fist. The blonde boy choked out a gasp at the strong grip, and Changbin dug his fingers around the other’s waist to bring in him closer.

“What me to suck this pretty dick of yours?”

“Do I even need to answer that question?” Hyunjin snarked.

Further down, you worked your own hand around Changbin’s cock which you had lathered at first with your spit. Obscene sounds of the liquid cupped in your hand, then you worked your mouth down to his gloriously thick thighs. Something overtook you then, and all you wanted to to was ravage them, make them all yours, mark them as yours, and make the quiver all because of you.

Your fingernails dug into the fleshy and squishy skin, and Changbin moaned out forcefully feeling the sting.

“Feels good?” You asked with a wicked grin, then returned to sucking bruises into the inner parts of his thighs.

“You’re gonna...gonna distract me.” He sighed out, still jerking the other boy away.

Hyunjin swiped away the other man’s curly bangs so he could see him fully. He guided his length over Changbin’s mouth, teeth clenched with a tight exhale once he felt the warmth of the other’s tongue lapping up the sides of his shaft.

Your teasing was enough, and you finally granted your friend what he wanted. With a girth as wide as he had, it was somewhat of a challenge, but a challenge that you gleefully expected. He had puffed up your cheeks fully, and you could barely take in half is length without it testing the back of your throat. Still, you focused your breath coming out of your nose, and swallowed him down deeper. Your eyes wetted from the simulation to your gag reflex, but you held on for as long as you could. At last, your wish was granted, and his marked up thighs shook just for you.

“Bin...fuck.” The blond shuddered upon coaxing himself fully into his friend’s mouth. He moaned out sinfully feeling the twist of the other man’s tongue.

To give yourself a moment’s pause, you stopped, gasping over your friend’s slit, teasing your tongue around his head, dipping down to the place where he dripped with beads of precum.

Changbin laughed out breathily, swearing easily and calling out your name too with a rasp to his tone. “S-shit...”

“Getting too distracted?” Hyunjin purred, seeing the other man made a wreck by you. “What about me?”

“S-sorry.” Changbin admitted, wetting his lips and taking back Hyunjin’s cock into his hollowed cheeks.

As you swallowed around him, your friend rutted his hips just slightly, his lust overtaking him.

“Oh fuck, just like that, mm--” Hyunjin cooed, getting lost in his own ecstasy with head thrown back, and his sweater paws melting down to Changbin’s quaking chest where he supported himself.

You worked your hand and mouth up and down around the pulsating vein’s of your best friend’s length, lazily letting him feel your flattened tongue, then switching to let him feel the tightness of your throat.

Hyunjin sighed out heavily as looked down at his friend who had taken him so well. It was almost as if he felt cheated from the crappy head that he had been getting in dirty bathrooms and semi-public dressing rooms. It was dangerous in the way that Changbin would stroke him languidly, then let his drool wet his tip.

Further down your hips, the pent up heat from your own sex ached on the cool plastic of the cargo bed, and you grinded your hips down for any simulation you could get.

The blonde man whimpered out after long, feeling even hazier the longer that Changbin continued on. “Binnie...you’re...feels really--fuck--so, good...”

It was as if the words hand been a trigger for him, but your friend pulled his length for your mouth, panting out like a dog, while also robbing Hyunjin of all feeling.

“Don’t-don’t wanna cum yet...” He laughed out, “I was really fucking close.”

Hyunjin pouted, then turning back and look at you with a bit of your own saliva running down your neck.

“Your turn now.” He nearly whispered, then crawled down the other man’s body to jerk at him lightly.

“Jin! I-I--” He clenched his teeth.

“Lay down, y/n. Is there any way that you want it?”

“A-anything. Anything that you want to do. I-I don’t care.” You begged, falling under his spell.

“Aw. Cute.” He added once he had seen the purple marks on Changbin’s thighs.

You fell back under the two of them, opening yourself up for them to do as they wished. First, Hyunjin crept down your body with as much care as he could--beautiful in the way the he looked close to you like this.

Hyunjin’s hand cascaded down your chest, then belly, all the way down to your own twitching and wetted sex, and you keened directly into his touch.

“Wouldn’t you like my fingers? Filling you up...” He asked softly, finally sinking down far enough so that you could feel his words swirl over your exposed arousal, then pressing light kisses into you. ��...as deep as you can take it?”

“Mm-yes.” You squeaked, opening your legs further for him.

Your other friend settled beside you, tilting your chin nearer to him. Just barely, his lips grazed over you, breathing in your air with his hooded eyes glued to your weakened form under the hands of the other boy.

“You’re that excited?” Hyunjin mocked, “We’ve barely touched you.”

“Quit talking and just get to fucking me, got it?” You demanded, mustering all of your strength.

“Oh-ho! I didn’t take you for one to bite back.”

Changbin bit a proud little smile into your lip, wrapping his arms around you. The blond man then toyed with your entrance, licking his fingers, wetting them, then pushed them slowly into your needy hole.

“Ahhh, look at that, so fucking tight around my fingers, You want it that bad?”

His long and lithe digits filled you up where he started to thrust them in and out, using his free hand to push your jolting thighs back. Your right hand traversed it’s way under the blankets which you had readjusted, all the way down to Changbin’s leaking length which still blushed red. You wrapped around him carefully, promising his to lips that you would go easy on him.

As Hyunjin curled his fingers, the other man then reached down to rub at you fervently, matching the pace at which Hyunjin flicked his wrist. Your hips lurched feeling the combination of each sensation, and you cried out loudly for the two of them--the sound itself bounced off that empty space where the three of you existed, almost as if you were calling out for the whole starry sky to hear you.

“I-I think that we were really missing out on something...” You joked with an airy breath and both of your friends joined you.

Changbin’s teeth caught his lip as your hand squeezed and twisted, and you could see with every ounce of restraint that he had, he was holding back.

“Way to make me want to fuck you sideways, huh?” He said with a little grin, observing the size difference between your hand and his member.

Your back arched when Hyunjin reached in even deeper, and you dissolved into the pleasure that he brought you--an amazing kind of all-consuming feeling that shattered your will, and sent you mewling out into your other friends mouth.

“I-I can’t wait anymore,” You begged, clawing right into Hyunjin’s golden trellises.

Changbin scooched up quickly, taking half of the blankets with him, thankfully giving the other boy a nod when he let him be the one to use your entrance. With his brutish hands, he flipped you to your stomach, and hiked up your hips too, cold fingers holding them in place. Hyunjin kneeled permitting you access to his cock which as softened slightly, so he pumped himself back into place with his eyes holding yours.

At first, Changbin teased you with his tip, adding pressure to your twitching hole, then guided himself in bit...by bit.

The blonde tapped his dick to your lips, holding firmly the back of your neck as you took him in and choked out at the way that the other stretched your walls. Changbin grabbed at your ass in handfuls starting slowly, grinding his hips in little circles to simulate you deeper.

“Hm. Who would have known that your pretty little hole would be so perfect for me? Guess we really were missing out on something.”

Hyunjin growled lowly feeling his cock slide down to the back of your throat, brows crossed, and the bottom of his hoodie resting just above his hips.

“Squeeze my leg if it becomes too much, okay? ...I’m gonna fuck your mouth, okay?”

You nodded best you could, and he started to thrust carefully, every few seconds you would hold his member to drag it against the sides of your cheeks, causing him to huff out loudly at the fleshy bits of your mouth.

Changbin quickened his pace, doubling over your back as he lost himself in you, grunting out in his rhythm. From both sides, your best friends used you, resorting to something much more feral as they edged themselves closer. From the motions, the car rocked back and fourth like a bed and it’s headboard.

You too felt the tension build deeply in your core, and it begged with reckless abandon at your dizzy mind that drew itself closer and closer into the feeling of being utterly all theirs.

In many ways, you guessed that you always had been--while it had been unspoken at the time. Now, having the two of them wholly like this under the silver sheen of the moon, the cold biting at your skin, then furiously met with your heat, you could no longer see them as the two broken souls whom you had bonded with at first. They were now everything, everything that you had wished and hoped for.

Even now that you had become much more to each other, there was nothing that could take away the closeness that you had shared with them.

“F-fuck--gonna cum--” Changbin announced while he pounded frantically. The other man rolled his hips into your mouth quicker too, seeking the same kind of release.

“Y/n?” He said with a broken breath, and you muffled out a moan to let him know that you were nearly there too.

“Oh shit, oh shit--”

Changbin grunted out, with a bit of panic to his voice, forcefully removed himself from you seconds before he spilled his white seed onto your hole, then sending it dripping down your leg.

“Oh fuck--s-sorry--” He gasped out, still jerking his cock while he pulsed.

“Bin!! What the fuck??” Hyunjin yelled out, his words quickly turned into mumbles of nonsense when you took him down as deeply as you could manage without gagging, focusing only on him even though your sex ached feeling so empty.

When he had come down after a few moments, Changbin took to fucking your walls once more with his thick fingers, not even caring that he had fucked his white warmth back into you at the same time. Meanwhile, he returned to rubbing of your sensitive flesh, trying to replace the feeling he had robbed you of.

“Cum for me baby, cum for me.”

On cue, you came in waves, shuddering over Changbin’s fingers slicked with his cum, just as your other friend released down your throat and the warm liquid painted your tongue.

His blissful moans turned into light chuckles as he milked himself into your mouth, giving you every last drop. Changbin drove you further, overstimulating you to the point where your knees nearly gave out, and you had to beg him to slow.

After each of your bodies collapsed weakly to the bed of blankets and rejected clothing, you drew the covers back up over yourselves, feeling the cold seep in once more. Both of your friends kissed perfect adoring kisses into your raw lips, tasting the both of themselves on your skin. While your thighs still stuck with your friend’s cum, it didn’t matter as much now that you had huddled up cozily into their arms.

“Bin, you asshole!!” Hyunjin jested, and flicked the other boy’s forehead. “You fucking finished before you were supposed to!!”

“What the hell was I supposed to do?? I’d already edged myself enough!!”

“You could’ve tried!!”

“Whatever, it felt fucking amazing, don’t blame me.” He added with a smug smirk, “You felt fucking amazing, y/n.”

“Did it feel good for you too, y/n?” Hyunjin gingerly asked, falling right back to his soft and adorable composure that you knew well.

“Like Bin said, it was fucking amazing.”

“So we all agree then? We won’t forget that this happened?”

You gave Hyunjin a little nod to say yes, and your group of three hugged eachother even closer. You hadn’t noticed it, but at some point, Hyunjin’s music had turned off.

“So, this means that we’re like, a thing now?” Changbin asked, playing with the drawstring to your hoodie.

You peppered Hyunjin’s forehead with a tiny kiss. “I’d like to be.”

He nuzzled into the crook of your neck and reached out for Changbin across the expanse. “Me too.”

~🌹~

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namjooningelsewhere · 3 years

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British Jealousy.

Pairing : Kim Seokjin x reader

Rating : 18+

Genre : Lots of smut and little bit of angst and a lot of jealousy.

Warnings : A lot of jealousy, Unprotected sex, Smut

Word Count : 1776

Summary : You were fed up when Jin started almost avoiding you for a collab star of his and making you feel invisible when you were in a room with her. Sine you were secretly dating there was nothing much apart from giving him a taste of his own medicine. And exactly that happens when your equally handsome and sexy British Singer friend Stan arrives.

You were at the designers for the trial of the outfit for tonight's awards show, where you had a plan to be together with your boyfriend Kim Seokjin. But he was right here besides you but with someone else. It was the singer form his latest single Collab and somehow they had become inseparable since then.

It wasn't that you were jealous but somehow he had made it a point to rub it in your face that ongoing banter that he had with Lizelle. He did it on purpose or it was unintentional it was yet unknown to you.

You were losing your mind when they had started giggling giving random hugs to each other making it difficult for the poor designers to work it out. You glared at him but he didn't seem to take notice. You went to the trial room to try and he followed behind with his outfit.

"Having fun there, are we?" you said. Sensing the danger from your tone he meekly replied "Oh she's lovely i know but trust me its just a mindless bantering lee, I swear there's nothing more than that." "Okay" I said looking at him cautiously. It had been bothering you somehow that he had been acting all hung up on her, canceling on plans at the last minute and staying over late, Always having her besides him giggling, throwing hugs, telling her those dad jokes while fell at his chest laughing was something ypu just couldn't get over.

He pushed it under the rug saying we are just friends every time you bought it up had you driving you up the wall. It was not that he was cheating but pretending you didn't exist and bailing out on plans because she was there had you at the edge. You wanted to make your presence known, Let him know if he was going to act this way rather do it without you in his life. Would make it much easier with less thing to worry about.

"Lee, My woman you gorgeous little girl." You heard a booming voice across the hall, You forgot about your worries in a second seeing your very good old friend Stan standing right before you with open arms. You ran to him like a little girl and he swept you right of your feet enveloping you in a bear hug. "Stan My Man!!!!" I've missed you babe. You said still hugging him sideways.

Stan was your very good friend and he was a singer too and man that guy had looks that could get you drooling and worshipping the ground he walked. Lets say he was a perfect competitor for Mr. World Wide handsome. But you never saw him besides a friend and you shared a very healthy relationship with him.

You glanced at the mirror seeing a shocked Jin and Lizelle watching from their places. His expression had turned black since you wouldn't introduce him to Jin as you were secretly dating. "What are you doing here?" You asked still gleeful. "Oh i am attending the awards show tonight babe, You are right? " he enquired. "Of course i am sweetheart that's why i am here to get my fittings done, You say nudging him playfully.

He goes through the trials while you keep giving him compliments here and there. Strangely it was exact the opposite now, It was like Jin didn't exist in that room. It was lunchtime already and you were just looking for your phone to text Jin maybe you could introduce both of them, But you soon frowned when you saw the message that was already sitting in your inbox two hours ago.

"Babe, Guys are going out for lunch and have to take Lizelle with me. Make it up to you. xoxoxo"

Okay now this was the limit another cancellation, You didn't mind them as you were an idol too and sometimes it would become quite necessary but doing it every bloody time was unacceptable. You literally felt sorry for Jin as something cooked in your mind. You were going to get him good for this time. But you needed Stan's help with that.

"Babe I'm hungry, Lets go eat and I'm starving and besides we have a long lunch date pending. I am taking you for it, NOW" He said literally pulling you away from the room leaving almost ready to burst Jin. You felt bad but at least this was the way you had been feeling when he had been cancelling on you and going out with Lizelle for gods sake.

You sat opposite Stan in the restaurant chatting away, until he mentioned Jin. "So since when?" He asked. "Since when what?" You asked kind of ignoring his question. "Seokjin babe, That man would have killed me right there if looks could kill." He giggled but for sure looking for answers. "Been 2 Years but hes bit on a lets make her jealous spree" You replied curtly. "Oh lee, You're adorable when you're jealous". He said playfully pinching your cheeks" earning a playful scowl from you. "Well in that case Lets play along shall we?"

He was your wingman bestfriend confidante for a reason, He understood you very well. But tonight was going to be epic since your boyfriend who you loved to bits was going to get a taste of his own medicine.

Everybody was in a rush since it was the dday at the awards and your team was putting in together their best to move and work efficiently while the event. It was just some time left for you to start getting ready for the event before you decided to check up on Stan.

You were casually walking down the hall when you noticed Jin and the others sitting with Lizelle spread out on the couch. When Jimin called out to you, You just went to them to exchange pleasantries since you were on full fledge mission to avoid Jin for the rest of the evening.

"Where have you been Lee?" Jimin asked casually. "Oh right here just have a friend here from London so keeping him company" You reply eyes still looking for Stan. "Hey Sugar, Looking for me?'' Stan came right behind before he playfully pinched your cheeks. "Where have you been?" You ask. "Oh just making sure i had some one with me to accompany for the awards tonight you know, Might get lonely right there." He said looking at you fondly. You sweared you had heard something cough real awkward.

Since they knew each other, you didn't need to introduce each other. "So Stanie, Whos the lucky accomplice you're taking with you." Jungkook teased him. "Oh right here my gorgeous friend, Why would i look somewhere else when I have her right here?'' His response earned a hoot from everyone except Jin who looked like he was about to explode again.

You got ready for the event and you made sure you made no contact with Jin whatsoever for the rest of the evening. You reached the event along with Stan and were greeted by the media and he hosts. The event had been sailing smoothly until you went behind the stage to wish Stanie good luck for his performance.

You were yet to find his makeup room and walked close by to find it until you were pulled in one. "You were about to scream but a familiar hand held your mouth and you knew in a instant it was Jin. "What the hell?" you protested. "Really you're asking me what the hell? Am i invisible lee?" He asked anger fuming through him. You pretended as if you had no clue about what he was talking and that drove him even mad.

He pinned you to the wall and started to kiss you furiously, as if you were going to vanish right next minute and he needed to devour you asap. He nibbled your neck, marking purpled bruises quite clear. "Jin What the hell? these are visible." you retort. "I've left them there for a reason lee and don't you dare hide them, Let them be a warning YOURE TAKEN!!!! Nobody eyes my woman, He says kissing you hungrily while he kneaded your tits at the same time.

He turned your back against him and shifted your dress carefully before plunging himself right into you, Without a warning. You were already wet from the way he had kissed you. "Look at that, So wet. You are so wet for me baby, All you want is me to fuck you right ?' He hissed in your ears pounding from behind. This dirty talk was getting the better of you as you enjoyed the delicious pleasure go wild in your body before he increased his thrust right reaching your gspot. He was close and so were you. And this wasn't your adorable Jin making love to you, But this was the Jealous Jin fucking you who wanted to remind you, You were his and only his and boy you loved that.

He stared rubbing your clit roughly while he mercilessly drilled your pussy from behind and both of you came at the same time. He held you tightly to him before he started adjusting your dress for you. He looked up with a evil grin " Let my cum be where I've left it princess, and I'm going to make sure you scream my name for the entire building to hear, Looks like i have to remind you very properly today- Your mine Lee, Only Mine."

You didn't stop smiling for the rest of the evening as your plan worked but being more happy for the fact that he cared, He cared that you would be his no matter what." It was a relief watching him keep some distance between him and Lizelle. He had got the message alright.

You had a shit eating grin on your face, A Jealous Jin was a such a treat sometimes, Maybe you could try some Russian Jealousy next time:)

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taetaespeaches · 4 years

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“It’s ok, baby, you don’t have to tell me how cool I was.”

jungkook x reader (or oc) (feat. bangtan and their ladies) genre: fluff word count: 3.8K

a/n: I found writing this drabble to be so difficult for some reason, but here it is lol. The bangtan gang does karaoke together and through it, Guk/Holly realize just how fucking smitten they are with each other. As always, thanks for reading and I hope you all enjoy! :))

WALKING down the hallway to the room, you squinted in curiosity. Weren’t karaoke rooms supposed to be at least a little soundproof?

“Jesus, do you hear that?” Jungkook giggled next to you, his hand wrapped up with yours.

“Is that them?” You asked, your boyfriend nodding. The pure chaos seeping from the room into the hallway was already calming your nerves, though you were still on edge. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t met the boys before. You’d met them all at least once, and you knew Jimin and his girlfriend and Taehyung and his “best friend” pretty well. But there was something intimidating walking into a room full of Jungkook’s closest friends with all their girlfriends.

You were the newbie, and you were worried you would be treated as such.

“Hey,” Jungkook squeezed your hand. “Relax,” he smiled comfortingly at you. You nodded quickly, assuring him you were good to go inside, Jungkook reaching an arm out to open the door.

Upon entry, you were met with the scene of Jimin performing ‘7 rings’, and as he sang “when you see them racks, they stacked up like my ass,” his girlfriend was slapping his ass as he did a sassy little twerk.

The rest of the group were laughing and cheering at the two, hoots and hollers resounding in the space. Jimin fell into giggles and his girlfriend had to take over on the mic to help him finish the song. Maybe you had no reason to be nervous around this group…

You and Jungkook slipped inside the room, Jin taking notice as he yelled out, “JK!” dragging out the second letter. His eyes widened when he spotted you. “Hey, I want to talk to you,” he told you, immediately coming over and grabbing your wrist gently, pulling you away from your boyfriend, Jungkook’s gaze following you as you walked away with his older friend.

You watched Jungkook approach the group as Jimin’s performance ended. Applause and cheering ensued as Jimin slung his arm around his girlfriend’s shoulders, taking a bow before they seated themselves at the end of the curved booth next to Taehyung and his… best friend.

Meeting Jin’s eyes, he shot you a smile. “Now hear me out,” he started, your eyes widening. He let out a breathy chuckle at your reaction before adding, “what do you say about performing a song with me?”

“About time you showed up,” Jimin’s girlfriend yelled at Jungkook, making him look at her in offense.

“The car was late,” he defended, just as Yoongi’s girlfriend spotted him.

“You missed my performance of ‘Oops!... I did it again,” Jimin’s girlfriend started singing, Jimin smiling happily next to her, his arms still hung over her shoulders.

“Kookie!” Yoongi’s girlfriend suddenly yelled at him. “Are you ready to do this?”

“Do what?” He asked, resulting in a glare from the girl. “Oh! Are we doing this?” He asked in excitement.

She stood up, Yoongi watching her rise. “You two are singing together?” He asked, sporting a gummy grin.

“Get ready to be blown away,” she told her boyfriend, leaning down to leave a kiss to his forehead.

Your conversation with Jin about what song to sing together was disrupted when you spotted your boyfriend stepping to the center of the room with Yoongi’s girlfriend, both with mics in hand. Jin followed your gaze, a cheer immediately leaving his lips when he noticed the duet pair.

Jungkook’s eyes found yours, a smile overtaking his face as you held up a thumbs up at him. He winked back, you giggling, just as the music started.

The duo looked to each other, both giving a cool head nod, just before Jungkook started singing ‘Thnks fr th Mmrs’, Yoongi scoffing from his seat, though he wore a fond grin.

“Ah, of course! Our resident emos!” Jin yelled out next to you, you laughing as your eyes stayed glued to Jungkook.

As Jungkook took the lead vocals, Yoongi’s girlfriend sang the extra vocals, both of them coming together in perfect harmony in accordance to the song. Had they practiced this?

“Oh my god, they practiced this,” Yoongi suddenly yelled out in laughter, his girlfriend sticking up a middle finger at him, only making the man laugh harder. Jungkook looked to you, you shaking your head at him, though you were thoroughly entertained by his pre-rehearsed duet.

As Yoongi’s girlfriend sang the bridge, Jungkook played an acoustic air guitar, everyone laughing as they watched in amusement.

Jungkook took over the main vocal again when the pre-chorus came back in, Yoongi’s girlfriend handling the adlibs. They head banged together, causing Jimin to nearly fall out of his seat in laughter, his girlfriend having to hold him up by his forearm. By the time the song was over, they were both winded, nodding their heads as the group applauded them. With a high five, the girl was returning to her seat, and your boyfriend was approaching you.

“One more song and then it’s us,” Jin told you before walking way, smacking your boyfriend’s back as they passed by each other. Standing in front of you, he gave you a smug look.

“What’d you think?” He asked, feigning a cool guy act, you giggling as you patted his cheek.

“Very cool, baby,” you teased, Jungkook nodding in agreement.

You both stared at each other for a moment before Yoongi’s voice drew your attention across the room.

“Ok, amateurs, let me show you how it’s done,” he said, his girlfriend rolling her eyes as he pulled up his sleeve, doing his own cool guy act.

Nobody knew what song Yoongi was about to perform, you all watching him closely as you awaited the music. Jungkook’s arm wrapped around your waist and you leaned into the touch. When the music started, you, his girlfriend, and Tae’s “best friend” all gasped, the others taking a moment to figure it out.

Everyone burst into laughter in unison at Yoongi’s “O-Ow,” as he started singing Shania Twain’s ‘That Don’t Impress Me Much’. You didn’t know Yoongi as well as the group did but it seemed as though everyone was just as shocked as you about his song choice. Since when does Yoongi listen to Shania?

Hoseok instantly pulled out his phone, having to capture the performance. The man had moves, you had to admit. And he was possibly the king of the finger wag, wigging his hips as he moved his finger around, informing you all that he indeed was not impressed.

When he said, “Ok, so you’re a rocket scientist,” he stood in front of Namjoon, Namjoon holding back a smile as everyone else laughed.

Yoongi dedicated the second verse to Jin, messing his hair up as he sang, “‘cause heaven forbid it should fall out of place.” The whole room joined in with the, “Ok, so you’re Brad Pitt.”

Jungkook moved around your body, wrapping his arms around you in a back hug, resting his chin on your shoulder. His body was warm and you couldn’t help but melt a little in his embrace.

Yoongi really did put on quite a performance, but the man holding you was pretty damn distracting, his boyish cackles sounding next to your ear pulling your attention from Yoongi’s stellar show. You snuck a glance at the man to find him looking at you already, a massive smile spread across his face.

His eyes sparkled, the edges crinkled due to the expression of happiness. You could look at him like that forever. Leaning your face toward his, you left a sweet kiss to his cheek, the man sighing in content at the gesture.

As Yoongi’s performance wrapped up, he returned to his seat next to his girlfriend, a proud smile on his face, Jungkook chuckling as the girl patted Yoongi’s chest, looking at him in disbelief.

“I’m kind of pissed that I never knew you were a Shania fanboy,” she told him, a grin overtaking his face as he leaned toward her, pecking her lips.

Jungkook’s focus left the couple when he felt you pat his forearm, stepping away from you.

“Are you up?” He asked, letting go of you, his eyes glued to your form as you turned to nod at him.

“Cheer for me,” you told him, Jungkook giggling in response.

“Always,” he replied.

Jungkook made his way to sit with the group, taking a spot next to Hoseok, his gaze staying with you. He giggled when you and Jin made up a handshake on the spot, a series of hand slaps and fist bumps, you struggling to follow Jin’s lead.

When the music started up, everyone let out “ohhhh’s” in excitement at the piano intro to Lizzo’s massive bop. You sang, “Why men great tell they gotta be great?” Jin singing the high-pitched “Woo!” Everyone laughed as you sang ‘Truth Hurts’ together, you and Jin taking turns singing a few lines before the other took over. It was actually pretty impressive how easily you and Jin fed off each other, both in terms of taking over vocals and in dance moves.

Jungkook felt his face heat up when you pointed at him as you sang, “So you can tell your friend,” everyone awing and oohing as you turned back to Jin, pretending to shoot a basketball as you sang, “shoot your shot when you see him”, Jin holding his arms open in a circle to create a basketball hoop, “it’s ok, he’s already in my dms, bitch,” you sent a wink to Jungkook, his heart racing for some fucking reason as he wore an adorably smitten smile.

Hoseok placed his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, a wide smile on his face as they all bopped along to the rest of yours and Jin’s performance.

As Jungkook watched you interact with his oldest friend, and saw how everyone else smiled and laughed as they watched you in amusement, he felt a fluttering sensation in his stomach. He knew you’d fit in with the group just fine, but with how easily you joined them Jungkook was on could nine.

He knew you were nervous heading into the night, and to see how quickly you warmed up and how welcoming his friends were toward you, he realized just how special you were.

When the song ended, Jungkook opened his arms for you to sit on his lap, which you happily did skipping over to him as Jin soaked in the praises. Jungkook placed a kiss to your shoulder before pressing one to the side of your neck, another to your jaw, and another on your cheek. He couldn’t help but want to kiss you all over, his fondness growing impossibly stronger and deeper the longer the night went on.

Jungkook nearly cooed at how you giggled at his affections, leaning back against him as you asked, “How did I do?”

He didn’t respond straight away, instead scanning at your features, appreciating every inch of your face before his eyes met yours. “You were amazing,” he complimented finally, though the light-hearted atmosphere suddenly turned more intense, strong feelings floating in the air as your gazes held each other’s.

I think I’m in love with you, Jungkook thought to himself.

You and Jungkook continued staring at each other, eyes drifting from feature to feature, your orbs appreciating the adorable freckle below his bottom lip, to his perfectly boopable nose, up to his round bambi eyes just in time to see them crinkle at the edges due to the smile curving on his mouth.

A smile overtook your own face, a giggle slipping from Jungkook. The temptation too much for you to resist, you raised your pointer finger, tapping the tip of his nose gently, Jungkook giggling more as he grabbed his hand in yours.

As Yoongi’s girlfriend and Taehyung’s “best friend” began singing ‘I Kissed A Girl’ together, shamelessly partaking in their little crush on each other, you and Jungkook watched with grins as he mindlessly traced over the lines on your hand and fingers.

In that moment, everything felt right. Like you belonged there with Jungkook, seated on his lap with his arms wrapped around you, his breath on your neck as he placed occasional subtle kisses to your skin. And there with his friends, all of them smiling and laughing around you, treating you as though you had always been a part of their group.

Glancing around at them all, you smiled fondly at how Jimin and his girlfriend teased Taehyung for looking a little jealous over his “best friend’s” performance with Yoongi’s girlfriend. And how Yoongi shamelessly cheered his lady on as she danced with the girl, highly amused by the song choice due to his and his girlfriend’s ongoing joke about them both having a crush on the younger girl. Hoseok was once again filming the performance with a smile as bright as the sun as his girlfriend sat with her hand on his lap, joking with Namjoon’s girlfriend, while Namjoon stared lovingly at his girlfriend. Jin and his girlfriend were singing along passionately with the song. It felt like home, and you were filled with a feeling of love and tenderness for the people around you.

Turning to the man holding you against his body, those emotions only intensified as you met his gaze once more. He had easily entered your life, turning everything upside down in the best way possible as he filled each day with more light. When his eyebrows raised in question, you simply shook your head before resting your forehead against his. I’m in love with you, you thought as Jungkook pressed his lips to yours in a sweet kiss.

Jungkook left you momentarily to perform ‘BANG BANG BANG’ by BIGBANG with Taehyung, and the word perform was not to be taken lightly. The two were rapping their asses off, busting out moves, giving it their all as they pulled out all the stops. It was obvious they had sang this song together numerous times throughout their years of friendship.

“Give the man a rap verse!” Taehyung’s “best friend” yelled out to the rap line, and specifically Yoongi, causing Taehyung to giggle and mess up his otherwise perfect verse. Yoongi scoffed and Hoseok cackled loudly, and well, Namjoon was in his own drunken world, having had a few too many drinks.

“I swear, when those two get together it’s like they share one brain cell between the both of them,” Taehyung’s “best friend” teased the singing duo, you, Jimin, and Jimin’s girlfriend laughing.

“The Nimrods,” you commented, Taehyung’s girlfriend gasping.

“That’s them!” She agreed, both of you deciding to lovingly dub them as The Nimrods from there on out.

“I want you and Taehyung to duet,” Jimin told Taehyung’s “best friend”. “Let us pick the song,” he gestured to his girlfriend, the girl nodding enthusiastically. After groaning and trying to get out of it, Taehyung’s “best friend” reluctantly agreed, the couple smirking to each other as if some plan was falling into place.

As Jungkook and Taehyung finished, they did their well-known handshake before taking a cocky bow, you rolling your eyes teasingly as he returned to you. “It’s ok, baby, you don’t have to tell me how cool I was,” Jungkook joked as you stood up, letting him sit down.

“Oh, don’t worry, I wasn’t going to,” you grinned, Jungkook laughing adorably at the comment. He reached for your thighs to pull you back onto his lap, but you stepped away from him, making your way to the center of the room.

“You’re singing again?” He asked, you nodding as Jimin’s girlfriend appeared at your side.

“We’re gonna sing some One D because it’s a crime to not pay homage to our favorite boyband during karaoke,” she told the crowd, only to be met with yells of disapproval.

“What about us?” Namjoon yelled out.

“Yeah, we’re a boyband,” Jimin added with a whine, causing the girl to hold her hand up to them to hush them.

“I said what I said,” she told them all firmly, some of them huffing, others laughing in amusement.

Jungkook watched with a massive smile spread across his face as you performed ‘I Would’ by One Direction. He was so fucking fond.

If someone had told him earlier in the night that he would grow absolutely certain he was in love with you as you belted out classic Zayn Malik adlibs, well, he may have believed them. But it was true. In that moment, he was sure.

His lovestruck daze was interrupted when Jimin tapped his arm. “You need to bring her around more,” he told Jungkook, Taehyung and his “best friend” agreeing.

Jungkook easily nodded, biting back a growing smile. “I will,” he said simply.

When you returned to him after the song ended, he quickly wrapped his arms around your legs, pulling you onto his lap, smothering your cheek in kisses. “You’re the fucking cutest,” he mumbled against your face between pecks as you giggled.

He left his cheek pressed to the side of your face as you turned your attention to Taehyung and his “best friend” glaring at their friends, Jimin and his girlfriend snickering as ‘Partition’ by Beyonce played. “I hate you so much,” the girl complained to her friend, Jimin’s girlfriend simply blowing her a kiss.

However, it didn’t take long for the duo to get into it, dancing together, the girl taking care of most of the lyrics, Taehyung doing his best to play along despite his slight state of shock. Everyone “ooh’d” as she sang, “Oh, there daddy, daddy didn’t bring the towel,” Taehyung’s eyes widening slightly as she reached for his shirt, gripping the material at the center of his chest, tugging him toward her.

When she sang the line, “He like to call me peaches when we get this nasty,” Taehyung rested his forehead against hers, the duo staring at each other tensely, everyone else sharing knowing glances with each other.

By the time they finished the song, both of their faces were tinted red as they sat awkwardly together, though the girl wore a small smirk. Taehyung would steal glances at her, his eyes taking in the sight of her. Jungkook wondered how much longer they would try to hide their feelings from each other.

The sexual tension that the room just witnessed was completely shattered as you all laughed at a very tipsy Namjoon belting to Adele’s ‘Someone Like You’, his girlfriend giggling fondly at him as he dramatized the performance.

Jungkook continued placing kisses to your shoulder, neck, and jaw throughout Namjoon’s ballad, letting out boyish chuckles near your ear. He was really adorable. And as much as you enjoyed being with all his friends, you were growing anxious to get him alone.

Your realization that you were without a doubt madly in love with him had you wanting to tell him as soon as possible, almost as if you were to keep it inside any longer, your heart would burst.

You were glowing under the cheap disco ball lights, smiling and laughing with his friends, and Jungkook’s growing desire to tell you just how much he loved you was taking over, losing his impulse control.

Luckily, everyone was tiring out, buzzed and happy. When Namjoon finished his song, his girlfriend grabbed his jacket, walking towards him.

“Ok, my sweet crooner, let’s go home,” she told him, Namjoon leaning forward to kiss her before he put the jacket on. You all started piling out of the karaoke bar in your pairs, some getting touchier than others.

Jungkook positioned himself behind you, holding you in a back hug as you left the building, stepping onto the sidewalk, the cold air hitting you and making you both shiver.

Saying your goodbyes to everyone, you began waddling in the direction of your apartment. The air was chilly but Jungkook’s body pressed against your back was warm. He hummed ‘Someone Like You’ in your ear, you smiling fondly as you took your time down the walkway.

Halting your movements, Jungkook grunted, squeezing your body tighter in his arms. “I had a lot of fun tonight,” you told him.

“Me too,” Jungkook whispered before spinning you around so you faced him, his hands coming to cradle your face. Your hands gripped onto his wrists as you both stared at each other. “They all really like you,” he told you, a fond smile on his pretty face.

“Yeah?” You asked, Jungkook nodding immediately. “I like them too.”

There were a few people who walked past you both occasionally, but neither of you paid them any attention as you continued staring at each other, all those unconfessed feelings bubbling within you both.

You were radiant under the streetlights, your smile bright as you looked at him, and he found himself sighing as he brushed his thumbs overtop your cheek bones.

“I’m in love with you, you know that?” Jungkook confessed in a soft voice, his eyes traveling your face before locking them on your own orbs, noticing how they didn’t even widen. Instead, they just looked warm and comforting, and dare he say, reciprocated the same feelings he just admitted to you.

Looking at him, his hair hanging over his eyes, the cold air leaving his pretty lips in little clouds, his eyes sparkling under the illumination of the streetlamp a few feet away from you, you simply smiled.

“Of course, I know that,” you teased, Jungkook letting out a small breathy chuckle at your response to his confession. “I’m in love with you, Jungkook.”

His eyes widened in slight surprise before they crinkled in the corners, smiling in relief and giddiness. “I didn’t know that,” he told you.

“Well now you do,” you replied, moving your hands to his waist, pulling him to you, Jungkook easily catching your lips in a passionate kiss.

Your top lip fit perfectly between his, just as it had during the first kiss in the laundromat a couple months ago, and just like it had every kiss since then. Your lips moved together, neither of you able to get enough of the other.

“I really love you, baby,” he mumbled against your mouth, you smiling into the kiss, loving the way his hands held your face.

“I love you so much,” you told him just before he placed one last lingering kiss to your lips before resting his forehead against yours, letting out a quick breath.

“Let’s go home,” he told you with a happy grin, you nodding as he reached for your hand. Intertwining your fingers, you walked together, talking and giggling, sneaking glances at each other, and stealing the occasional kiss as you made your way back to your apartment.

You did know he loved you. He was much too obvious with it for you to be oblivious. But as he leaned against your side, resting his head on your shoulder as you worked on unlocking your apartment door, whispering those three words into your ear for the third time, you knew you’d never tire of hearing them.

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Foreverland

➜ Words: 15.2k

➜ Genres: 95% Fluff, 5% Angst, Peter Pan!AU

➜ Summary: Just because you're nineteen doesn't mean you aren't still a CHILD! So why does everyone want you to grow up so badly?! Is it so wrong to not want to work? To get married?! And for heaven's sake, you'll wed anyone but boring Namjoon! Little do you know, a certain fairy boy's about to grant your wish and whisk you far away from this nightmare.

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You flip the page of the storybook. It sits on your lap, the two covers spread over your thighs, the page corners crisp against your fingertips. The colours seem to jump out at you — raspberry, periwinkle and kelly vibrant against the white. And you’re completely enthralled with the adventurous storyline, studying the sentences before your eyes follow the illustration of the garden gnome climbing the mountain. “Y/N!” A sharp shriek interrupts your concentration and you look to the house porch. Your mother has her hands on her hips, apron tied around her waist and ladle in hand. “Heavens to Betsy! What did I say about climbing trees again! Are you tryin’ to break your neck?! Get down here this instant, young lady!” You sigh, jumping down from the thick branch much to her horror. But your landings are always perfect. This spot’s perfect. You don’t know why she has such a bone to pick with your favourite reading place. Not only was the tree branch comfortable, but you got the biggest and brightest view of the grassy field and can feel the wind whisking through your hair. Not like she’d understand. She never liked heights. “Look at yourself,” your mother chastises and starts to brush off the skirt of your dress. “You got so dirty. You can’t be looking like this when Namjoon’s coming by.” “Again?” Your exaggerated exhale gains the lift of her brow. But you can’t help it. It’s not like your walks with Namjoon are something you enjoy. “I don’t like him, mom. You know that.” “Then who do you like?” You recoil. “No one.” “You’re not a child anymore, Y/N. You’re already nineteen and you’re turnin’ twenty soon. And what happened to your friends? Sarah’s already gotten married and so did Irene.” “That’s because they had no dreams,” you tell her. “They’ve always wanted a boring life.” “Well, it’s time for you to grow up,” she huffs, holding you by the shoulders and looking at you one last time. “If you don’t want to get married, then move out and get a job.” Heck no. You don’t want any of that. The last thing you want is to be like Sarah or Irene who only knows how to gossip over tea and plan how many babies they’re gonna have. Or be like your parents. Your father’s a war veteran and always working long hours while your mother’s a homemaker — she’s so bored in the neighbourhood that she frets over every detail about you and drives herself nuts. You don’t know when it became like this but all the adults are so utterly boring. It seems like everyone’s grown up to live a monotonous life in the suburbs and you refuse to follow. “Y/N?” Your train of thought comes to a crashing halt by a tall dark-haired gentleman with rounded glasses. Namjoon’s always been polite and well-mannered but his talking can get you fast asleep. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine. Thanks.” You muster a smile, looking away from the kids crowding around the trees and climbing them, giggling, hooting and hollering at each other. As Namjoon walks past them, he shakes his head in disapproval. “They’re so noisy.” “When was the last time you climbed a tree?” you suddenly ask. “I never really did. I always preferred to build train sets and reading.” Immediately, your eyes light up. “Reading?” “Encyclopedias.” Your eyes dim just as quick. “Oh.” // The pastel mint that’s engulfed the dining room — walls, chairs, tablecloth — is washed out, especially with the dim yellow ceiling lamp hanging over the rectangular table. But you don’t comment when the pastel pink kitchen looks much worse. Your parents’ decorating choices have always been questionable to you. “I heard Namjoon came by,” your father says at dinner. “How was it?” “Same as always.” It goes silent. The air is awkward and your mother clears her throat noisily. The mashed potatoes taste bland on your palette. “You know, he came by the other day to have a chat with me. It seems like he’s quite serious.” You have an inkling of what your father’s trying to get at and you put your fork down, allowing it to clank against your dinner plate. “Namjoon’s terribly dull.” “He’s a respectable businessman,” your father asserts. Your mother agrees and chimes, “Namjoon isn’t boorish.” “He has no life in him,” you retort back. “Watching paint dry is more fun.” Your father’s brow jumps and he raises his voice, “He will be a fantastic family man.” “He has a great background, dear,” your mother offers in a softer tone. You abruptly stand, chair legs squeaking against the linoleum, not wanting to hear anymore of their reasons. No matter what you say, they have hundreds of defenses. No one’s actually listening to you. They don’t understand! “I won’t marry him, never ever. I won’t get a job either! I hated working as a secretary!” “Sit down, Y/N,” your father deadpans, looking back at his dinner plate as if you’re just a dog barking. You don’t faze him whatsoever. “You’re not a child who can throw a temper tantrum anymore.” “I am a child!” “You’re nineteen,” he reprimands. “It’s time to grow. up.” “Ugh!” You whirl around and stomp up the stairs, abandoning your dinner on the table. Your mom calls after you, demanding to know where you’re going, but you get to your room, slam the door shut and lock it. You dive into your bed, face flat into your pillow. A moment later, you hear a knock but when you don’t respond, the steps fade away. It’s always like this. You don’t know why so many kids want to grow up quickly to be adults when there’s nothing fun about it whatsoever. You don’t want to marry Namjoon. You don’t want to be a housewife for the rest of your life. You don’t want to work for someone else either. You just want to be free — is that so much to ask? All you want is to read, to go on an adventure, to escape to somewhere else, be someone else. You move your face to the side and out of the pillow to finally breathe and your eyes incidentally stray out your windows. It’s a starry night tonight, pinpricks of milky light glittering over the dark horizon. You find yourself standing up and walking over to open the latch. Immediately, fresh air whisks inside your suffocating room and you inhale a deep breath. You lean on the window sill with your arms, pupils flickering up to the bright North Star in the sky. It’s silly and naive, but with how dismayed you are, you shut your eyes and wish upon that glimmering star. You wish that someone could take you away from here. Far, far away. To a place where there won’t be any expectations for you. A place where you won’t have to work. Where you won’t have to marry Namjoon. A place where your dreams could be granted. But not for a second do you expect for your wish to actually come true. You become sleepy while resting at the sill, lids heavy as you begin to drift off. But then, there’s a tickle at your nose and a light tap of your shoulder. “Mama….stop it,” you groan, “I’ll talk to you later…” Yet, there’s a harder tap and a deeper voice— “Hello?” Your eyes shoot open at the unfamiliar timbre and your eyes narrow in on a man-boy floating in front of you. Dark hair. Twinkling irises. A mischievous smile. You stumble back on your butt and scream. No one hears you, not your parents who are heavy sleepers or the noisy neighbours who somehow have taken a day off from snooping around. So, you’re left alone to face the stranger who’s seemingly not standing on anything. He’s just outside your bedroom window, floating mid-air. “W-Who are you?!” You have to blink thrice to make sure you’re really seeing turquoise fairy-like wings. “Name’s Seokjin.” A sparkly red vest with golden trousers and a blue hat with a green feather on the side — he looks like he’s come straight out of one of your storybooks. “But you can call me Jin.” “What are you doing here?” your words stutter out. “I heard a wish being made and came to grant it.” Jin floats down and steps onto your window ledge, peering curiously inside your room. “It’s quite pink,” he notes and the corners of his mouth upturn into a perfectly rounded smile. “I’m guessing that’s your favourite colour.” Without warning, the stranger comes in. An uninvited guest who’s all too meddlesome with the trinkets on top of your dresser. Your eyes bulge, brought speechless in the meanwhile. You wouldn’t know how to explain if your parents were to come in and see this stranger walking around your room. You don’t even know if he’s a man or a boy in the first place. It’s almost like he’s both — one second, he looks young and the next, he looks to be around your age. But one thing’s certain. He’s tall, height overcoming yours, and he has light blue translucent wings on his back. “What are you?” The question stumbles out without much thought and you realize a little too late once it’s said. He whirls around with a frown and lolls his head to the side. “I’m a human.” “How does a human have wings?!” He laughs, a bubbling sound emitting from his mouth, and he looks behind him. “Oh this? It’s magic. I guess that kind of makes me a fairy.” You wonder if by fairy, it’s the fairies in the books you’ve read and you wonder what exactly he means by magic. More importantly, you wonder if this is all a dream in the first place. Jin holds out his hand, palm lifted upwards and after a beat of hesitation, you take it. He helps you stand up on your feet again and smiles. “What’s your name?” “It’s Y/N.” “That’s a nice name. Okay, let’s go.” “Excuse me?” You blink hard, questioning if he’s even from this world. “Go where?” “Foreverland, silly.” Jin smiles, plump lips pulled, cheeks puffed out like loaves of bread, brown irises twinkling. “Don’t you want to escape from here? Go on an adventure? Come on!” He takes your hand, leading you to the window, but your steps are slow. “Where’s Foreverland?” “Boy, you ask a lot of questions, don’t you?” He looks back at you with a boyish grin. “Just come see for yourself.” You wonder if this is a dream. If it is, then there’s no point in staying in your room. So you simply nod and his smile widens. Jin gets onto the window ledge and pulls you up with him. But before he can go any further, you blurt out, “Wait!” And he promptly halts, looking at you to see if there’s anything wrong. “D-Do I need to bring anything with me?” He laughs at your question. “No.” Then, before you can even blink, Jin jumps. With your hands held, you fall out the window after him and scream at the top of your lungs. Yet, there’s no fall in the pit of your stomach. There isn’t a rush, the wind tearing through your hair, or the impending splat on the ground. You peel open your eyes to discover Jin carrying you. An arm around your back and the other behind your knees. Immediately, you loop your arms around his neck and find your house becoming smaller and smaller as he flies away. “Did you really think I was just going to let you fall?” the strange boy asks with a cheeky smile. “You should’ve warned me,” you murmur, not putting up much of a fight or complaining when you were too busy looking at the view. You were flying over the entire city, watching the way the lights of the buildings glimmer into a mosaic of colours, your house now a mere dot in the distance. It’s a breathtaking sight, reminding you of stars in the distance. Except they were the buildings you entered on afternoon shopping trips with your mother or streets you biked through. You could see the diner and the record shop and even the drive-in theater! Jin smiles as he looks at you. “If you’re impressed now, wait till we get to Foreverland.” You turn your attention to him, eyes running from his lashes to the slope of his nose and the dip of his cupid’s bow. The breeze makes your cheeks warm and you take the opportunity to pinch yourself on the arm. It hurts, which only means one thing. This isn’t a dream. “How are you doing this?!” “I said it before!” he exclaims in a pitched voice. “Magic!” It can’t be real. But at the exact same time, it is. And with that realization, you start hollering at the top of your lungs, momentarily startling the boy carrying you. “I can’t believe this is happening! This is amazing!” Jin grins. “I know!” You cheer as if you’re on top of the highest mountain, as if you’re facing the endless ocean and screaming your name, as if the entire world could hear the howls coming from the pit of your stomach. Exhilaration bleeds through your veins and you laugh aloud, finally feeling alive. Instead of feeling fearful, cautious, or burdened with an apprehension you know anyone in your position would have, you’re elated. For the first time, you were finally going on an adventure. The two of you fly a bit more, soaring beyond the wispy clouds and blue oceans, until the golden sun starts to rise over the horizon. As soothing as it is, to where you could fall asleep, you make sure to keep your eyes open to catch it all. And soon enough, Jin’s swooping downwards towards an oblong-shaped island in the middle of nowhere. “Welcome to Foreverland.” A sandy beach, an open field, a forest nearby. Jin lands and sets you down onto your feet. The grass is pliant beneath your toes and you look around with your lips parted. “What is this place?” “Anything you want it to be,” he says. “Foreverland grants magic, so anyone can escape to it. Here, you can make your dreams come true. Anything in your imagination can be real.” If what he’s telling you is true, then the possibilities are limitless. But you don’t know what to do, where to start. “Where do you live?” “In that treehouse.” Jin points a few paces away to where the forest and the meadow meet. You see an enormous tree that looks centuries old with winding branches that act as a staircase and a tiny fort fit at the top. Cute windows, warm lighting spilling from inside and a string of bulbs wrapped around the green foliage make up his cozy home and you’re put in awe. “There’s magic all around us,” Jin says with a small smile after watching your reaction. “You can do whatever you want. Try it.” “How?” “Just imagine whatever you want!” It sounds too easy, but even though you’re not quite sure what you want to do, you shut your eyes anyway. Somehow, your mind strays to how you always wanted to be a princess when you were younger and then to the castle dollhouse your aunt got you for your sixth birthday. Lilac walls, three towers, trim wrapped in pink, a brown gate, teal roof, the ribbon flag. And then you open your eyes again. A gasp befalls your lips. The castle you used to play with as a child is built right in front of you, manifested from thin air right to the last detail from your memory. The flourishing bed of flowers and winding cobblestone path welcomes you inside as the castle’s majestic ruler. “Looks like you have a natural talent for this,” Jin laughs with an enormous grin. “This is incredible!” You don’t know what you want to do first. If you want to run inside the castle and look into all the rooms, if you want to fall back on the meadow floor and imagine pools of chocolate, or if you want to feel that buzz of magic again, those vibrations in the air that still tingle on your skin. “Why aren’t there more people here?” “There’s a lot of visitors, but no one stays for long,” Jin says, his expression unrecognizable in the split-second that it changes. He smiles again before you can decipher it. “But you can stay here for as long as you’d like.” You decide that you want to go inside the castle first. You run around the halls, up and down the stairs, flinging bedroom doors open and sprinting across the massive ballroom with the hanging chandelier. There are three levels in total, ten rooms, a dining hall and the top of the highest tower gives you the best view of the forest and the mountains in the back. Jin follows you in the meanwhile, infected by your excitement and answering the numerous questions you have. He seems happy to share Foreverland with you, and your mind’s already racing with countless ideas of what to do, build and create. Or at least until your stomach grumbles. “Hungry?” You sheepishly smile. “I guess.” Jin grins as if it’s a problem easily solvable, but you’re not sure what he has in mind when he leads you through the thicket of the forest. It’s an uphill climb, the lush canopies letting through the rays of sparkling morning light while the chickadees and blue jays chirp, wings fluttering overhead. The tree trunks eventually open up to a cleared riverside with enormous rocks scattered around. But what takes your attention is the long, white table and rounded chairs all around. There’s cake stands filled with buttered pastries, frosted cakes, teacups and teapots discarded and a radio on top of a rock. “What is this?” “It’s where we have our tea parties,” Jin informs with a smile as he pulls out a chair for you and you plop down with a fork materializing in your hand. Instantaneously, magic thumps the air and the teapots start to dance. Fuzzy folk music plays from the static radio. And the appliances start to swirl to the cheery rhythm, tilting back and forth as teacups start to levitate in front of you. It’s like something straight out of a book and you laugh as you watch them. The teapot pours a cupful until it spills over and you quickly take it. “Thank you very much.” It’s the best earl grey tea you’ve ever had and your eyes widen before you’re sipping it again. If possible, the teapot seems to blush and pours you another cup. “Have some cake,” Jin suggests, sitting on the other side and watching you with a grin. The fork flies out of your hand to cut into the slice and the silver utensil feeds you itself. The sweetness explodes on your tongue. “This is amazing, Jin!” You’ve never been allowed to eat so many sweets, not when your mother was constantly nagging and telling you to watch your weight. But there’s no one here to tell you otherwise, so you fill your stomach until it aches. The plates and utensils also settle down after they accidentally dribble frosting on Jin’s hair, much to the boy’s dismay. The tea party concludes after you’ve had your full and you bid them goodbye. “Did you like it?” The both of you are strolling back into the forest, Jin matching your steps. “Did I ever!” You laugh. “It was spectacular. Foreverland is spectacular!” “I’m glad.” He smiles to himself at the same time your eyes stray over to a majestic tree sitting in the middle of the magical forest. Large trunk, enormous branches, your steps speed towards it. Jin’s brow raises but he follows after you, watching you hoist yourself up on the first branch. “You gotta be able to see all of Foreverland up here.” The boy’s amused and his wings start fluttering. “I could always fly you up if you want.” “That’s cheating,” you argue, grappling with another before pulling yourself up. “My dad’s always told me that the effort makes the result sweeter. Plus, there’s nothing quite like climbing trees. You should try it.” Jin observes the way you’re already sweating and out of breath, and opts not to. “I’ll stick to flying.” “Suit yourself.” You dust your hands before jumping to grab another branch. You can tell Jin’s impressed at how you’re maneuvered yourself but it’s all thanks to your childhood in the countryside. This is nothing. And in just a few minutes, you’ve made it to the top of the ginormous tree, overlooking the entirety of Foreverland. Jin’s wings stop flitting as he sits down on the branch beside you and you both soak in the scenery. The wind tears through your hair and you’re left breathless, gazing upon the painting-like island. You can spot his treehouse from afar, the castle you’ve built, and the beaches near where you first landed. The greenery and blue horizon seems to stretch on for miles, and it’s all laid out in front of you for your eyes only. You don’t notice how Seokjin’s turned his head to look at you. “This is so unbelievable,” you exhale. None of you see the green leaf beside you that withers away. “I’m glad you love it so much.” Jin smiles. “You can stay for as long as you’d like.” The sun is hanging high in the sky, signaling it’s already afternoon and you realize that in your excitement, you haven’t had a wink of sleep. Up here, it’s quickly catching up to you. You’re too comfortable against the tree trunk, unable to stifle your yawns, and your lids become heavier. The second time Jin glances at you, he finds your head bobbing and he smiles. He carries you back to your castle, through the window into one of the rooms and he places you on the soft bed. In your deep slumber, you hear a soft voice— “Sleep tight, princess.” — and for some reason, you rest easy. // In your dreams, there’s a man-boy with wings wearing a ridiculous outfit, red vest and golden trousers with a blue hat and a feather on it. But somehow, he seems to sparkle and so does the place he takes you to. Magic thrums the air, vibrating on your skin and anything you wish for can be real. It’s a fantasy world straight out of the many storybooks you’ve held tightly onto…. In your dreams, you want to stay forev— FWOOP. There’s a deafening noise in your ear. A violent rush of wind smacking your face. You open your eyes with a shriek already tearing from your raw throat. Onyx eyes sit high on the creature’s narrow skull and they stare into yours, mere inches away. There are horns on top of its head, body crimson and scaly with a row of larger scales running down its spine. Its black talons are sharp, gripping against the edges of the shattered shingles. Dragon. It’s a colossal dragon. And it’s ripped off the roof of your castle. The creature’s shadow looms over you and every exhale from its nostrils whisks your hair back. This isn’t a dream. It isn’t. “Jin!” You scream at the top of your lungs, scurrying back in a cold sweat, blood curdling at the back of your throat. “Jin! Jin!” There’s only one person who can rescue you— “Seokjin!” The dragon leans down and it nabs the hem of your white nightgown with its pointed teeth. You’re immediately lifted into the air with another screech violently ripping through your vocal cords. The dragon’s wings flap aggressively and you’re practically dangling diagonally in mid-air. Oh shit. Shit! In the midst of your panic, you scramble for a way to save yourself and then you remember. This is Foreverland. Anything you want can become a reality. You can grant any wish you desire. So with that in mind, you quickly think of a witch’s broomstick. Something you can easily fly away on. And just like that, it manifests itself beside you, parking next to your dangling body. A smile stretches into your features and your arm lifts to— The dragon bats it away. As swiftly as it appears, the broom is being flung downwards. The creature increases its speed, beginning to circle the island and you resort back to screaming— “Jin!” You’re shivering as the dragon soars through wispy clouds, heading towards the mountains past the forest. When the creature starts to sweep downwards, your shrieks only increase in volume and pitch. Then, the dragon drops you. You’re flailing for ten seconds, mind-blank, the pit of your stomach falling up into your throat, your screams becoming soundless. But before you slam into the ground, your body is plunged into light green. It absorbs your speed. Cushions your landing. And you open your eyes to figure out that you’ve been dropped into a humongous plate of jelly. Unable to breathe, you start eating your way out towards the light. Your hands shove backwards as if you’re digging yourself out of dirt and your mouth chomps down until you’ve broken free. Gasping, you pull the rest of your limbs out of the green jelly and stumble to the ground. The taste of green grapes linger on your tongue. But more importantly, your attention is stolen by a figure standing on top of a gray rock. Ruby cape, golden crown lopsided on a black head of hair. The stranger suddenly turns around and you’re faced with a rabbit-like boy — doe eyes, a big nose, pouty lips. “Welcome to Jelly Mountain.” His voice is smooth and he hops down to hover over you. “You’re my new hostage.” Suddenly, there’s rope bounding your entire body. You’re utterly confused and you realize you’re quivering uncontrollably. “W-Where’s Jin?” The corner of the stranger’s mouth tugs. “Seokjin?” He barks out into deep, sinister laughter. “Dead, of course.” Blood drains from your face. The turmoil slams into your frame. You burst out into tears. The stranger goes completely silent, eyes widened as he watches sobs choke out of your chest and he flinches back. “Wait. A-Are you okay? Is everything alright?” Dead. Jin’s dead. Devastation wrecks you entirely and you lose strength fighting, flopping over to weep into the ground. Just like that. He’s. Dead. Your captor cautiously approaches you while you blink past your hazy vision, teardrops hanging off your lashes. And once he gets close enough, you lift your foot to kick him in the knee. Hard enough that you can hear a crack in his joint. “Oof!” The boy doubles over and you get to your knees, rage replacing grief. “Why would you kill Jin?!” “Who killed me?” A familiar voice sounds overhead and you knock your head back to see a dignified silhouette standing at a higher cliff. Jin flies down in front of you and points a wooden sword at the king. But the boy wheezes and lifts his palms up. “I give, I give.” The ropes around you instantaneously vanish and the second it does, you rush upwards, launching yourself at Jin. Your arms open and your bodies collide against each other. He’s surprised and stumbles back before he smiles modestly. Jin pats your back as you mumble into his shoulder, “Oh god, a dragon took me from my bed and I thought you were dead for real and I was so scared.” The wind ceases for a moment, the sky losing its blue vibrancy for a sheer second. A soft laugh emits from Jin’s lips and after you let go and he whirls around to the other boy. “Look at what you did, Jungkook.” Jungkook scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “I’m sorry. I was just kidding, I didn’t know you would take me so seriously. This is how we usually play.” He melts into a timid sort of smile and approaches you again to properly introduce himself. “I’m Jin’s imaginary friend.” Before you can think too much, Jungkook eagerly shakes your hand. “I was really excited when I heard there was someone new in Foreverland.” “Well, it’s nice to meet you too. But it’s very rude to take your dragon and steal me out of bed,” you huff out, almost sounding like your mother. At the same time, said dragon pops up from behind a rocky boulder with sad eyes and a whimpering noise. You recoil and dart to hide behind Jin. But he laughs and steps aside. “It’s alright. Everyone’s friendly here.” The dragon is clumsy as it tottles towards you and it bends over to dip its head down. You hesitate, but with Jin’s encouragement and his reassuring nod, your hand lifts and you pet its mound. You’re shocked to find the scaly texture softer than expected, though your caresses are cut short when it nudges you with a puff from its nose. The dragon’s tail is wagging. You step away after a held breath, turning to glare at Jungkook and he ducks his head. Jin laughs and takes your hand before another argument or fight can take place. “Are you hungry? Let’s go have some cake and tea.” You allow him to lead the way and Jungkook strolls along with his arms folded comfortably behind his head. “I want earl grey!” You’re not sure how imaginary friends work in Foreverland. But you don’t know how Jungkook is so life-like. If you were told he was someone like you and Jin, then you would believe it. Jungkook readily drinks up all the tea until the teapots are tired of pouring. “Ugh, scones?!” He tosses the scones over his shoulder and indulges in cake just as much as Jin does. There are still so many things about the power of Foreverland you have yet to learn. “What do you want to do now?” Jin asks as the four of you tread through the meadow. It was a new day and a day full of endless possibilities. You hum, considering it for a moment. “Have you ever read Jack and the Beanstalk?” “What?” A seed materializes in your hand and you lean down to plant it into the soft dirt. Both Jin and Jungkook have inquisitive expressions, but you simply step back and let magic do its work. It takes an anticipated second of bated breath held in throats. Then, there’s a splitting noise. The ground shakes beneath your feet and a thick, green stalk blasts from the ground. It sprouts, twining and twirling upwards, growing past your eyes and the cotton clouds. You turn around to Jin with a cheeky grin. “What are you waiting for?” You start to climb the soft vines of the huge beanstalk, hoisting yourself upwards while Jin’s wings begin to flutter and he takes flight beside you. Jungkook, in the meanwhile, stays rooted to the ground and you look down at him, asking if he’s coming along. “I’m fine,” he declines politely. “I’m not one for heights.” “Alright.” You continue onwards while Jungkook waves with the dragon beside him. Seokjin, on the other hand, is eager to see what’s awaiting him at the top. “What is this?” “It’s the beanstalk from Jack in the Beanstalk. You know, the story about the boy who traded in his cow for magical beans and it grew the next morning.” When Jin’s expression remains blank, you elaborate, “He fought the giant, took the goose that laid golden eggs and became rich. Have you never heard of it?!” Jin merely shakes his head and you’re absolutely appalled. “It’s a fairly famous fairy tale.” “I was never allowed to read much of them,” he says passingly and notices how you’re starting to break into a sweat. “I can fly you up.” “No.” As tiring as it is— “I love climbing.” Within minutes, your fingertips can grasp the white clouds and your castle’s diminished into a mere smudge. You heave your body upwards with one last surge and collapse onto the clouds. Foreverland has become the size of your thumb, surrounded in the abyss blue ocean. But you don’t look down for long when there’s so much to see around you. It’s just how you envisioned — a kingdom above the clouds, mist thin at the horizon, pastel blue overhead. Jin lands on the plush surface and seems to be even more amazed than you are. He stares at the cotton clouds that stretch beyond the sky and after a beat, starts to jump. He bends his knees, springs upwards and bounces off the clouds. “Look!” He laughs and you giggle, mimicking him. It’s soft beneath your feet, dipping when you land and pushing back as you hop from place to place. You twirl around when you capture air time while Jin seems to be having the time of his life, jumping as high as possible. “This is so much fun!” “What did I tell you?” For once, you’re glad you can finally be the one to show him something new. “I can jump higher than you can!” “Not for long!” But the bouncing session is cut short when you leap towards him and he drifts to the side in mid-air. Your heads bump into one another, skulls knocking — and you both fall back with groans and sharp inhales. “Ouch!” — “Ugh!” You pout, rubbing at your pulsating forehead while Jin’s cowered over and scratching his crown. “Can’t you watch where you’re going?” “It’s not my fault,” you retort. “I’m not the one with wings.” He snorts and to get back at him for the injury already fading away, you collect an armful of the clouds. They remind you of the soap bubbles in a bubble bath, foamy and fluffy, and you fling it at Jin. The majority hits his face and some floats down on top of his head. You burst out laughing at his wincing expression and how the clouds have clung to his hair and the area around his mouth like he has a beard. “You look like Santa Claus!” “Oh, you’re gonna get it now.” He wipes his eyes and you giggle, staggering back to your feet to run. Jin regains his own footing and starts chasing you with an even bigger armful. “Get back here, coward!” “Hey! No flying! That’s cheating!” “We never made up any rules!” He grins as you struggle to run on the bouncy surface, restoring to leaping away. The pair of you are laughing incessantly until your stomach aches, but then you’re interrupted by a deafening roar. Harsh wind swoops your figure back and you’re startled, falling onto your butt again. The red dragon soars past the clouds with its wings expanded. It circles over your head before landing a few steps away. Yet, instead of being frightened like earlier, you laugh this time. Jin slows down and smiles. “The dragon’s name is Lady.” “Lady?” You look around from Jin to her, noticing how long her lashes are. She stares at you as if anticipating something. “Sit,” you command on a hunch and surprisingly, she listens. Lady plops down on her behind and her tail begins to swing from side to side. You ease and step closer towards her. “Roll over!” Lady rolls on top of the plush clouds. Your thumb and forefinger shoot out. “Bang!” Lady flops to her side as dead weight and you burst out laughing, coming up to pet her, scratching right under her chin. “Good girl. You’re such a good girl, aren’t you? Yes, you are!” She practically melts in your hand, nuzzling into your palm. At the same time, Jin watches you with a softened smile. The horizon loses its bright hue. // “Have you ever heard of the Little Mermaid?” “Tell me about it.” “Well, it’s a story about a mermaid who falls in love with a prince she rescues. She trades her tail for legs in exchange for her voice to be with him. But he thinks someone else saved him and marries that girl instead.” Jin’s brows are deeply furrowed, taken aback by the fairy tale. “Then what happened?” “She’s given the choice of killing him to get her tail back, but in the end, she can’t do it. So she throws herself into the ocean and becomes sea foam.” “That’s sad,” he says on an exhale, genuinely saddened by the story and you suppose the first time hearing it is always the most emotional. But you agree with him. Part of you finds it hard to understand why someone would give up their family and home, but your friends always said love makes you do crazy things — whatever that’s supposed to mean. Your hand tightens on Jin’s as the both of you swim deeper into the ocean’s trenches. The only way you’re able to breathe comfortably is through the water-breathing seaweed you thought of, and you were pleasantly surprised to find that something doesn’t need to exist in the real world to materialize in Foreverland. The waters are perfectly still, a vivid cyan with the golden sunshine from above cascading through. It shimmers all around you and once the soft sand floor comes to view, so does the rocky towers and arches. All from your imagination, you’ve constructed a whole water kingdom. Now, colourful schools of fish glide past you, anemone and seaweed practically wave, seahorses swim by and the corals decorating the structures are vibrant against the stony shades. Jin smiles, swimming closer with you hand-in-hand so none of you can drift away. “I never thought about doing this.” “Have you ever heard about Atlantis? It’s apparently a city underwater that’s sort of like this too. I read it in a book once.” “You really like to read,” Jin muses and you nod. “It’s the only time when I can be somewhere else without having to really be there.” Jin stops at the center of the city’s square, surrounded by the many towers and buildings you’ve created in the middle of the sea. “You can make all those stories come true in Foreverland.” As sincere as his words may be, they spur on your curiosity. “How long have you been in Foreverland for?” “I don’t remember.” He looks to the distance. “A long, long time.” Before you can dwell on what he says or decipher the expression on his face, you’re swept up by a school of rainbow fishes that tickle your skin. A giggle emits from your lips and air bubbles float upwards as the water sparkles around your frame. With the distraction, you don’t notice the way Seokjin’s gazing at you. Or the way the sunshine shimmer dims. // It’s a busy day — from being woken up by a dragon quite literally stealing you out of bed, having a tea party, climbing a beanstalk to jump on bouncy clouds, and exploring an underwater kingdom, you and Jin are equally winded when night arrives. So the pair of you opt to gaze at the stars instead of going on another adventure. You lay next to each other on the meadow floor. On top of a bed of soft grass with daisies surrounding you. “Did you know the North Star always stays in the same spot?” “Really?” Jin shifts his head, looking at your profile instead of the glimmering pinpricks of light. A daisy near him droops. “All the constellations move except for that one. It’s pretty easy to see too. It’s right there.” You point upwards. “If you can find the Big Dipper, you can find the North Star.” Jin smiles to himself as you chat about all the things you know. He’s always been the one showing others, guiding them around, teaching them about Foreverland. It’s nice to be the one who listens for a change. But eventually, he’s lulled by the sound of your voice and your own lids begin to droop before you’ve realized that you’ve dozed off. It’s a bit later on that in your sleepy haze, you feel the brush of a blanket. Jungkook sneaks by, draping the cotton over your forms before he lays down too with his arms behind his head. Lady, on the other hand, curls around your frame to further keep you warm. And the four of you fall asleep like that, out in the open of the most magical place. // Time passes quickly in Foreverland. You suppose it’s like that when you’re busy having tea parties with Lady, Jungkook and Jin. When you’re going on adventures together. When you’re exploring the entire island. Telling each other stories. Manifesting all kinds of creations. But every so often, your mind strays and you wonder what your family at home thinks. You’ve been at Foreverland for more days than you can count on both your hands and you don’t want to leave. But you wonder if you should. You wonder if they’re worried. If they’re searching for you. The last conversation you had with your parents was an argument. You didn’t mean to stomp off, to disappear completely. You just didn’t want to marry Namjoon, but it’s not right to end things that way. And all of it weighs on your mind. It lingers. Even when you’re laughing, giggling, having so much fun that you want to stay forever. “Jin.” “Hmm?” “Should I go back?” He turns to you abruptly, like he already knows the meaning of those four words, as if you don’t need to explain any further. And his brows furrow deeply, boyish visage ruined by the hurt. “Why?” “I….just don’t want my family to worry about me.” You fiddle with the long strands of grass spilling past the gaps of your fingers. “I’ve been here for a long time.” “Time works differently here than it does where the others live,” he says and your eyes connect. “You don’t need to be worried that they’re worried. They’ll barely know you’re gone.” It’s comforting to be assured by him, but it still doesn’t solve the unrest stowed in your heart. It’s not right to abandon them. To leave your family behind. Even if they, themselves, don’t know— “What do you want to do?” Jin suddenly asks, interrupting your thoughts with his gleaming irises. You hum, tapping your chin. He smiles. “Do you want to go on a pirate adventure again? Or go slay the giant.” “I have a better idea.” A grin swells into your cheeks as a suggestion forms in your mind. “Have you ever heard of Cinderella?” He shakes his head. “Once upon a time, there was a girl named Cinderella born, and she grew up being mistreated by her stepmother and stepsisters. One day, there was a ball in the kingdom and everyone went, except for her. But then her fairy godmother came and gave her a beautiful dress. She went to the ball and danced with the prince.” “There’s a lot of princes in these fairy tales,” Seokjin interjects and you laugh. “Yes, there are.” You chide, “Don’t interrupt! I haven’t finished.” “Sorry. Keep going.” Night sets and stars paint across the sky like silver glitter spilled onto black paper. A full golden moon sits high up to accompany the stars. The weather is warm and the breeze caresses against your cheeks, a perfect cuddle against your form. The light from inside your splendid castle spills out on the horizon of the otherwise tranquil Foreverland. “The spell wore off at midnight, so right before the clock struck the twelfth hour, the girl ran away and she only left a glass slipper behind. The prince tried to find her and once her foot fit the slipper, they got married and lived happily ever after.” Jin hums, less amused than he was with the other fairy tales you told. “What do you want to do with this story?” “Have a ball, of course! It would be a lot of fun.” “I’m not really the dancing type.” “Then I’ll just have to teach you!” The rounded carriage pulls up to the stone steps of the castle and you get out, kitten heels hitting against the cobblestone. You’re a bit more clumsy walking in them than you expected, but Lady grunts happily and helps you up the stone stairs by nudging you with her head. You pet and praise her when you get to the top and her lashes flutter as she lays back down at the bottom. You’re not one for dressing up when your mother’s always nagging and fretting over every single detail. But it’s fun to do it yourself and envision that you’re an actual princess of Foreverland. It feels like you’ve completed another one of your dreams — purple ball gown, flowers sewn into the skirt, sparkling tulle overwhelming, and a crown of daisies in your hair. For once, you feel less like the tomboy climbing trees and more like a princess from a storybook. “Welcome.” Jungkook smiles boyishly, dressed in his own costume. White shirt with ruffled sleeves, long blue coat, breeches and stockings — he looks silly, like he’s from two centuries ago, but you don’t laugh in case he gets embarrassed. Tonight, Jungkook’s playing the role of the squire after all. And he stands near the entrance, happily allowing the grand doors to open. He grins before announcing your name, “Y/N!” Once the crack of the door parts, your eyes fall directly to Jin in the center of the golden ballroom. There are funny puppets you’ve made filling the room — paper figurines you used to cut out as a child now full size and flapping to the breeze, stumbling around as a poor excuse of dancing. They make you laugh, the sound traveling mellifluously above the violins and trumpets playing by themselves in the corner. It’s the good kind of classical music that adds to the elegant atmosphere. But you don’t dwell, not when Jin holds out his hand and you walk to him before taking it. You slide his one hand on the small of your waist while your hand is placed on his shoulder and you hold his other. Jin’s dressed in princely attire, black jacket with a golden sash across and dark trousers. His hair is pushed to the side, revealing his forehead and you muse how it makes him lean to the older side of his usual appearance. “You’re very handsome,” you admit with a smile, realizing his shoulders are broader than you ever considered. “How do I look?” “Pretty,” Jin exhales and the way he says it makes you embarrassed as well. You’ve never been complimented excessively in your lifetime, but enough times that they easily roll off your shoulders. Yet, somehow, with the way he’s staring at you, with the way the syllables stutter out of his lips, a single word you know that is genuinely spoken, you feel your face heating. “Thank you.” You divert your eyes towards your shoes and guide him with your steps. “Step back once and then to the side. One, two, three. Like that. See? You got it already! Who said you couldn’t dance?” Jin hums, naturally falling into a rhythm. He’s a fast learner. “Do you feel like a princess now?” A cheeky grin swells your cheeks. “I do with you around.” “This is surprisingly fun.” “Of course, it is.” Your eyes flicker to the chandelier hanging off of the rounded, high ceiling. Then to the polished marble floor that’s ornate with flowers and swirls. The entire room is a warm, yellow hue and it seems to sparkle. “The pictures of balls were always pretty in storybooks. I liked them as much as the adventure stories.” As the music swells, Jin spins you around and you twirl across the floor with a hand held. But as you land back into his arms, his left foot smashes on yours. “S-Sorry!” Laughter bubbles out of you. “It’s okay.” You look into Jin’s eyes, soaking in just how brown his irises are. They resemble the warmth of the sun, a cup of coffee your dad would brew on cold mornings. They’re deep and comforting. And for a mere moment, it feels like you’re just two people who met at a dance hall one magical evening — same-aged strangers who could’ve run into each other serendipitously. “How old are you, Jin?” “Whatever you want me to be.” Suddenly, you realize your feet are not on the ground anymore. You’re levitating, floating mid-air, gliding upwards. Immediately, you gasp and grip Jin closer, pressing your body onto his. He smiles tenderly. “Jin!” “It’s alright. Just trust me.” The music crescendos as you dance while drifting around the ballroom in his arms. The skirt of your gown sweeps with you and magic thrums the air, vibrating on your skin. You feel enchanted, swept up in the moment, in his eyes and embrace. The corner of Jin’s mouth tugs and a quiet giggle befalls your lips as he twirls you around again. When the both of you become tired, you get back to the floor and stumble out onto the castle terrace laughing. You’re still catching your breaths, his cheeks rosy and yours warm. The violins are muffled behind the glass doors. “Look at the stars, Jin!” you tap his shoulder twice, pointing upwards to the boundless horizon. You don’t notice how he’s turned to gaze at you. How his eyes have become tender. “I’m looking.” You rest against the balcony railings with a quiet sigh. “We should’ve done this sooner.” “We could always do it again.” Your head swivels over and you’re caught off guard to see Seokjin staring at you intently, as if he has something to say but doesn’t quite know how to. Your breath hitches in your throat and you gaze back at him, eyes met, tension overwhelming. It’s a moment that reminds you of when you were younger, when you used to peek into the kitchen at night and see your mom and dad at the counter speaking in low tones — intimate. The word you were searching for: intimate. Ding Dong. You snap back to your senses when the clock strikes midnight. The bell chime resonates through Foreverland and you grin. “Guess that’s my cue to leave.” Staying true to the tale of Cinderella, you slip away from his side. Yet, you’re immediately pulled back. Seokjin takes your hand before you can fully walk away, cradling your palm gently in his. “Y/N,” he calls you quietly and you spin around. “Stay with me.” You’re not sure why he has that expression on his face. Why he looks anxious. Why his wings become transparent. “I’m joking,” you say with a smile to ease him. “I don’t need to run off at midnight like actual Cinderella.” “No. I mean...stay with me in Foreverland.” A pause. His deep timbre is heartrending. “You don’t need to go back.” “Jin.” You step closer to him, brows furrowed deep enough to hurt. You don’t know what to tell him. You don’t know how to utter the words that are restrained in your throat. “I have to go back eventually. I can’t just leave my family behind forever and I can always come back. It’s not like you’ll be alone anyhow. You have Jungkook—” “You’re different,” he instantly blurts and you frown, not sure you quite understand. “What do you mean?” Jin opens his mouth but closes it a second later. “I’m not sure. You’re just...different.” You’re utterly confused, but unable to dawdle on the subject when he smiles and squeezes your held hands, pulling you back into the ballroom. “Let’s dance some more.” // It’s seldom that you awake peacefully — without Lady ripping off the roof of your castle to pick you up by her teeth, without Jungkook bouncing on your bed and pretending he’s a knight in the middle of battle, or Seokjin trying to tickle you to consciousness to start the day of adventures. But today, it’s quiet. Unusually so. When you step out of your castle, you’re horrified to find the ground split. The land across Foreverland is cracked several inches wide and deep enough that all you see is darkness when you peek in. It’s as if there was an earthquake or a storm that caused an earth fissure. The flowers have lost their colour — petals and leaves monochrome. The trees don’t sway. And when you look up at the sky, in between the azure horizon is a streak of the black galaxy. It’s as if Foreverland itself is starting to crack. Panic overcomes you. “Jin! Jin!” You run, avoiding the split of the ground, sprinting across the gray meadow and towards Jin’s treehouse on the edge of the forest. You call his name at the top of your lungs, alarmed and frightened at what’s happening. But the figure you see in the distance isn’t him. It’s Jungkook and you’re relieved to find someone in reach. “W-What’s going on?” you pant, catching your breath and slowing down. “Jungkook?” The boy’s frowning, lips lopsided, eyes diverted from you. He’s not panicking — he knows something. “I’m…..I’m not allowed to tell you.” “What? What is it?!” He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, scratching the back of his neck, fidgeting on spot. He doesn’t utter a single word and anger swells inside of you. “Jungkook!” The boy groans loudly and leans over to take your hand. “As long as you promise not to tell. I’m only doing this because you’re so special, okay?” Jungkook starts walking frantically towards the treehouse and you struggle to catch up to him. “W-Where are you taking me?” “You’ll see.” The both of you climb the stairs of the treehouse and enter. You’ve come here enough times, glanced out the window, laid on the wooden framed bed, sat at the oak table, admired the strung lights and cozy atmosphere. But Jungkook comes to the bookcase on the back wall and pulls out the spine of a blue book. You step back in surprise when it trembles and starts descending into the floor, revealing a concealed area. In moments, the top of the bookcase is snug against the floorboards like two seams never even there. Jungkook looks back at you and you follow after him. It’s a darkened space that consists of a downwards spiraling staircase and you begin to descend down. You figure that you’re inside the tree and that alone amazes you. Jungkook materializes a lantern in hand to give luminescence and the two of you come to a wooden door at the bottom of the staircase. He hangs back and looks at you. “Open it.” Your hand wraps around the golden knob and you push it open. Wind sweeps through your hair, making you shut your eyes. But once it subsides and you look again, you’re met with a hidden room of secrets — a small space with towering piles of briefcases on desks and scattered across the floor. There’s metal filing cabinets, picture frames, books, soaring stacks of papers. It clutters the room, giving off a suffocating feeling. You step in slowly. “What...is all this?” “It’s where Jin stores away his subconscious,” Jungkook murmurs and you pick up a photo frame of Jin tensely standing next to what you suppose is his father — a stern-looking man who’s similar to his son but with more wrinkles. They’re both expressionless in the fuzzy photograph. “He comes from a long line of salesmen. His dad was a salesman and so was his grandfather and his great-grandfather.” You set the picture down and look upon the heaps of briefcases, almost scared they’ll topple over you and smother you to death. “If Jin talks about his reality, his creations will shatter, so he stowed everything away,” Jungkook says and you turn around to look at him. “You still have a connection to reality, so it doesn’t affect you as much, but the longer you stay here, the more you have to detach yourself from the real world.” “How do you know all this? How...do you know Jin’s secrets?” The boy smiles gingerly. “I’m not just Jin’s imaginary friend or best friend, Y/N. I’m his voice of reason and self-awareness. He stowed those parts away too, just in me, so he wouldn’t have to feel so sad all the time. You could say I’m the adult in him. Or at least, I have all the adult parts of him.” “The adult parts of him?” Jungkook nods. “Foreverland is a place for kids who don’t want to grow up. It grants magic so people can escape to it, but you can only stay if you retain your innocence. Or if you don’t regret it and choose to leave. Kids always end up growing up and choosing to leave, and Jin recognized that. So he decided to put away any part of himself that would ever grow to regret it.” You wonder how many children came and went. How many stepped in Foreverland, spent their time here and chose to leave in the end in spite of everything he did to get them to stay. You wonder how many times Jin was left alone. Abandoned. You wonder if that’s why he begged you to stay with him forever. Your voice is a cracked whisper— “How long has he been in Foreverland for?” “Time works differently in Foreverland, so I’m not sure how much it is in the real world.” Jungkook is as solemn as you are. “He’s probably been gone for a lot less. But he came here when he was your age and he’s been here for twenty eight years. Five of which he spent without anyone outside.” You’re stunned, made speechless, trying to fathom that length of time. “Twenty eight years?” More importantly, you don’t know why you feel so heartbroken. “What has he been doing in that time?” “He’s been looking for a partner to stay in Foreverland with him for...forever.” Jungkook musters another smile and he shrugs with melancholy faded in his doe eyes. “The dream world Seokjin built is lonely by himself and I’m just an imaginary friend. I’m the only other person who can take a human shape. You can’t create humans in Foreverland — I was just already in his mind when he arrived here, so it worked.” It’s a lot to understand, to wrap your mind around. All the secrets of this magical place are being spilled into your lap and you’re not sure what to do. All you’re certain about is that Jin’s stored away parts of himself, that he’s been deserted over and over again, and that he’s been yearning for someone permanent. He’s been suffering. “Y/N?” “Then why is Foreverland breaking apart?” you quickly ask. “Is it because his subconscious is leaking back into him? Is it because of this room?!” Jungkook smiles softly. “It’s because Seokjin’s falling in love with you.” A beat. A pause. Your heart swells up to the bottom of your throat and it aches. “That’s what’s distorting his reality and everything he’s built in Foreverland. Falling in love means abandoning innocence since children can’t fall in love the same way adults can,” Jungkook murmurs. “It’s been happening for a while, Y/N. You just haven’t noticed. The flowers and leaves withering, the sky losing its colour, the breeze stopping, the sun becoming less bright…” Jin’s falling in love with you? He loves you? You don’t know why that discovery has you so joyful and sorrowful at the same time. His emotions are reaching out for the part of him that he tucked away. Yet, at the same time, you’re the one ruining all of Seokjin’s dreams. You’re destroying everything he’s ever created. “That’s not a bad thing,” Jungkook interrupts and your eyes meet his. “It’s not a bad thing to be in love, Y/N.” “What...what will happen to you if Foreverland breaks?” The corner of the boy’s mouth tugs timidly. “Don’t worry. Foreverland will always be a place and I’ll always exist here, even if Seokjin leaves and forgets about me.” Jungkook takes your hand and guides you away from the room. “I think you deserve to hear all of this since you’re becoming someone important to Jin too. But you should keep it a secret or else he might throw me overboard during the next pirate game.” “Jungkook.” He turns around, simply smiling at you. The boy leads you up the stairs and seals the space with the bookcase again. You step out of the treehouse and knowing the secrets of Foreverland, everything looks different to you now. It’s less like a paradise of infinite dreams. More like a fragile flower about to wither. Jungkook comes beside you and waves his hand. He repairs Seokjin’s Foreverland. The ground stitches back together, the sky painted blue again, the flowers becoming vibrant. But you know it’s just a temporary fix. Underlying the polished layer are cracks. // It’s never the same again. Tea parties, dragon rides, adventures and explorations of Foreverland — Seokjin doesn’t once notice the way the colour in his flowers are losing their hue or the way the branches of his treehouse are withering, losing leaves like it’s the autumn season. Your naiveté has been casted away. You can’t ignore it once you’ve seen it, can’t revert the enlightenment, and you can’t stay with him. Not when it’s ruining the world he’s made. Not when he has no choice in the matter. Not when he’s not even aware that this is happening. “Jin.” He shifts to you. The pair of you are sitting on the branch of the tallest tree in Foreverland again, reminiscent of the first time you came here. You climbed while he flew, and together, the both of you look out at the sun, sitting next to one another. And you savour this moment, knowing it’s the last. Your breath is heavy in your lungs. “I’ve decided to go back.” “Go back to where?” “Home.” “The castle?” “No.” You can’t look at him. Your voice drops down to a quiet murmur, “Home where my family is.…..where my parents are. Home as in where you took me away from.” Silence. It threads through the spaces between your bodies that seems to be growing as the seconds pass. The weight of tension lies on your shoulders and a lump forms at the bottom of your throat, clogging the overwhelming emotions bubbling in the pit of your stomach. You finally gather the courage to look at him and he utters a single word— “When?” “A-As soon as possible.” “Why?” You muster a small smile. “It looks like I can’t leave them behind after all. It’s...not your fault, Jin.” For the first time and for one last moment, you reach out. Both you and Seokjin are looking forward towards the sky, but your hand hesitantly slips on top of his. A beat later, he turns your palm to lace his fingers through yours, squeezing your hand tightly. “Do you really have to?” he asks. “I do.” “When will you be back?” “I don’t think I will come back.” You swallow hard, eyes stinging painfully. “This is goodbye forever.” Suddenly, Seokjin lets go of your hand and he launches himself forward, flying away. You stand up from the branch, stunned by his cold reaction. “Wait!” you scream after him. You don’t want this to be the last moment. You don’t want it to end like this. “Take me back! Jin—!” In the midst of your panic, your foot slips. You lose balance and teeter backwards. It’s too late. A shriek tears from your throat as you fall. Stomach dropping. Eyes shut tight. But before you can conjure something up to save yourself or cushion the landing, the blow is softened by warm arms. Your lids flutter open to find that Jin’s caught you. He’s carrying you with one arm behind your knees and the other around your back. You loop your arms around his neck, gasping for air and he swoops to the ground. Jin sets you down on the soft grass. “We’ll leave tonight.” His turquoise, translucent wings rapidly beat and he takes flight again. You watch his backside fade into the golden sunset until it’s a black silhouette too difficult to look at. And you know there’s not much of an hour left. // Never once had you dreaded when night came to Foreverland. You always looked forward to the starry horizon, watching the constellations move overhead and laid in the grass with your close friends by your side. You liked to count the specks of glitter, admire the shine of the moon, allow the breeze to caress your cheeks. Yet, it feels bittersweet tonight. You’re not sure if it’s because you yearn to stay in Foreverland. Or if it’s because you’re afraid of leaving the people behind. The red dragon curls up to your frame and you smile while running your hand down her scaly muzzle. She whimpers, cuddling up to your touch. “I’ll miss you a lot, but you’ll be a good girl, right, Lady?” She grunts and the sound of crunching grass beneath feet has you whirling around. Jungkook approaches with his arms behind his back and your smile widens. “So you’re going?” “Uh-huh. Get in here, Kook.” You come over, opening your arms to hug him. Jungkook squeezes you back and he mumbles in your ear, “Are you sure this is the right decision?” “No.” You part from him, taking a good look at the boy who kidnapped you for a game, who led expeditions and adventures through Foreverland, who let you know the secrets of this magical place. “I wish I could be sure when I make a choice.” The corner of Jungkook’s mouth curls. “Even adults are never sure.” That alone comforts you, resonating inside your mind. Seokjin arrives at that moment, flying towards you and landing smoothly. He doesn’t look you in the eye. “It’s time to leave.” You nod and he carries you the same way he brought you to Foreverland, his arm placed around the back of your knees and the other behind your back while yours are looped around his neck. He lifts you up like you don’t weigh a feather and he soars into the sky. You look down to see Jungkook waving with a boyish grin, Lady roaring out. You watch how your castle, the last traces of your time spent on the island, becomes a mere dot in the distance. The sandy beaches, open meadows, Seokjin’s treehouse, forest and mountains, they fade into the clouds. You blink back the tears that have accumulated, that threaten on your lash line and you look ahead to allow them to flow without Jin being able to see. The two of you soar beyond the wispy clouds and blue oceans until the silver moon is high over the horizon. The wind brushes through your hair and you allow yourself to lean onto Seokjin’s chest, savouring the warmth of his embrace. As soothing as it is, you focus on the view to subside your sobs. And it’s still a breathtaking sight, even when your vision is hazy by tears. Eventually, the pair of you fly over a familiar city, watching the way the lights of the buildings glimmer into a mosaic of colours. Your house comes into sight. Jin didn’t even need reminders of the direction, as if he memorized the house you came from. “You can set me down in front of the house,” you mumble, hoping he can’t hear how clogged your voice is from silently crying the entire way. He nods and descends swiftly. Jin sets you down on the grass and you hold onto him, hoping he won’t leave so soon, hoping you can have another moment. But you know this is goodbye. This is it. You turn to face him. He’s the first one to say something. “Are you sure?” You nod. “I’m sorry—” “You shouldn’t be.” He slips your grip off of him and you flinch, hurt. But then he takes your hands in his and your eyes meet. “I won’t force anyone to stay with me if they don’t want to.” No. It’s not like that! Yet the declaration lays on your tongue, threatening to spill, but never coming out. He has it wrong. It’s not like you don’t want to stay. But if you told him that, in the last seconds of your final farewell, what would he say? What would he ask you? “I….I loved every second I spent with you, Jin! I—” The lights inside the house suddenly flicker on and you whirl around, wondering if they woke up from your loud voices. You’re running out of time. “Go inside,” Jin says gently with a wistful smile. He lets go of you. About to take off. But before the time runs out completely, before midnight has struck, you rush forward and plant a kiss on his cheek. It’s soft. Chaste. Your lips press against his rosy skin, hesitant and timid. Jin’s stunned, eyes as big as saucer and he looks at you. You muster a smile, trying your best not to cry and leave that as his last memory of you. “Thank you.” Before tears can spring from your eyes in the form of heavy April rain, you spin around and hurry to the door of your house. Your mother’s bad habit of leaving the door unlocked makes it easy to turn the knob and you step inside. But when temptation is at its highest, you peek over your shoulder. But Jin’s already gone. As quick as he came into your life. “Oh Heavens to Betsy! Oh my goodness!” The cry of your mother gives no room for you to grieve. She stumbles down the stairs, unable to believe her eyes. “Harold! Y/N’s come home!” Your mother scurries and even though she’s upset, she immediately embraces you with a fervour that has you shifting back. You can feel her entire frame shaking and you hug her back, pressing your face to her shoulder to dispel away the tears collecting in your eyes. Your father comes at the commotion, slippers clunking on his feet down the stairs. Once you come into sight, he’s shocked frozen in his spot. “Y/N?” Your mother lets go and you smile at your father. “I’m home.” “Where did you go?” “I thought you did something foolish,” your mother gripes. “You were gone for three days! I wanted to go down to the station but your dad decided to wait! I couldn’t sleep a wink at all—” “Wait. I was gone for three days?” You’re taken aback. You were in Foreverland for three whole months. But you suppose Jungkook really wasn’t lying when he told you time works differently there. “I-I’m sorry. I was staying with a friend farther away. I should’ve said something before I left. I’m….sorry.” “No.” Your dad shakes his head. “I’m sorry.” In your entire life, your father’s never apologized to you. He’s not the kind to, always disciplining with a firm mindset, never to give any leeway. So you’re even more astounded. “What for?” “I’m sorry for forcing you to do things that you didn’t want to do. I was just worried. But I won’t push you to marry Namjoon if that’s not what you want.” “He’s been doing a lot of thinking lately, sweetheart.” Your mother smiles, coming to his side. You shake your head. “No, I understand. I’m just…..I’m just really happy to be home.” Your mom’s brows furrow. “Then why are you crying, Y/N?” You don’t realize you are until she says it. Until your hand lifts and you’re wiping at your wet cheeks. Then the sobs surge and you cry harder, choked whimpers spilling from your aching chest, your throat constricting your emotions. Your mom quickly comes to embrace you and you lean into her while looking past your hazy vision, out the kitchen window, to the starry sky above.

Memories of Foreverland begin to fade against your will as time goes on. You wonder if it has anything to do with what Jungkook told you and how your connection to the place is weak. But you begin to forget the scent of the flower meadow, the taste of the special earl grey on your palate, the heat of the sun beating on your cheeks. Then, it’s the feeling of loneliness when you climb the tree in the field to read while your mom looks on from the kitchen window. Sitting on the branch and gazing out at the view, you wonder why it feels so lonely when you’re used to doing it by yourself. A haunting nostalgia lingers uncomfortably as well. Most often when you see kids doing play pretend on the streets, when you listen to their bubbling laughter, soak in their carefree nature. After that, you begin to forget doe eyes, soft yet scaly texture against your hands, and dark hair. Twinkling irises. A mischievous smile. Brown eyes that resembled the warmth of the sun to you. A rotten sense of discomfort overcomes your very being. Like there was something you should’ve never forgotten. Like you’re missing something, or rather, someone. It’s a crazed desperation of yearning that aches your chest. And you can’t shake that pain off. All you know is that you often wake up in the middle of the night with a tear-stained pillow and there’s the word Foreverland written on a page at your desk that you have no idea what it means, even when you know it’s your writing. You slip inside the house quietly, dress ruined from tree climbing. You wonder if you’ll be scolded— “...just looks so sad these days.” Instead, you overhear your mother’s voice coming from the kitchen. “Heavens, ever since she came back from her trip a week ago.” “Did she ever say who she visited? Maybe that has something to do with it.” “No, she hasn’t said a single word. Maybe she should go see a doctor, Harold. Our little girl’s not speaking much either and it’s startin’ to worry me. She’s not usually like this…” You step into the pastel pink kitchen. They straighten their posture and seal their lips as if to pretend you weren’t the topic of discussion a moment ago and you muster a smile. “Afternoon.” You go to pour a cup of the orange juice from the pitcher and pause. “Actually, I was just thinking about something.” Your mother places down the kitchen towel, anticipation clear in her face. “What is it, dear?” “Well…” You turn around, leaning against the counter. “I was thinking about everything, what I want to do from now on, how Irene and Sarah are, all my friends and all that, and I think it’s time for me to get married.” They’re shocked. Your mother’s mouth draws open while your father promptly puts down his newspaper, folding it back up. “This...this is great news, honey!” A grin draws on your mother’s features and she comes to hug you. You’re nearly squeezed to death. “I can’t believe you’ve finally come around and changed your mind!” But your father seems less enthused. “Are you sure?” You nod. “Sure as I’ll ever be.” You’re fairly certain the only way to shake off this painful discomfort is by moving on. It’s not like you want to worry your parents anymore either. Like they said, it’s time to be an adult. And just like that, you’re thrusted forward quicker than you can imagine. The next time you meet with Namjoon, he gets down on one knee and presents his grandmother’s gawky heirloom to you in a box. He ends up sliding it on your ring finger before you even get a chance to respond properly. “How do you feel in this dress?” your mother asks. One blink later, you’re placed in front of a mirror, drowning in a white, wedding dress. The skirt is overwhelming your frame and it’s oddly tight around your midsection, making it hard to breathe. Not to mention, the sleeves are cut off awkwardly, not quite at your wrist or at your elbow. The lace sweetheart neckline is scratchy at your skin too, making you itch at it. It’s ugly. “It’s beautiful,” Irene squeals. Sarah nods her head, pulling another tissue out to dab at her eyes. “You look gorgeous, Y/N. I think this is the one.” You muster a smile. Even if you go this far, for some reason, you don’t think you’ll ever forget about those brown eyes.

In the real world, it’s been days. In Foreverland, it’s been months. Seokjin sits by himself in the meadow, downcast head and reddened eyes. Foreverland is falling apart around him. The ground continues to splinter with each moment that passes, deepening the trenches that echo silence. The sky has split, no longer azure during the day or filled with stars during the night. It’s become blackened and every so often, pinpricks of light rain down and hit the land as if the stars themselves are falling. There isn’t a breeze. The ocean does not move. The trees do not sway. What hasn’t withered has lost their colour — flowers, petals, leaves monochrome like newspaper print. Jin’s own wings flicker between being tangible and a hallucination. It’s as if Foreverland itself is crumbling and Jin makes no effort to save it. What’s the point? In the meanwhile, Jungkook sighs to himself, looking onward. He doesn’t think you ever expected that Seokjin would still be very much in love with you even after you’ve left and removed yourself from this place. Jungkook approaches his best friend and sits himself down. “What’s wrong?” Jin picks at the grass. “Nothing.” The former holds back a snort, staring out at the horizon. “You know I always know how you feel, right?” “It’s just Y/N,” Jin discloses in a half-hearted mumble. “It feels empty now that she’s gone.” “A lot of people have left before.” “It feels different this time.” “You love her,” Jungkook says in a quiet yet firm voice. It isn’t a question, answer, or suggestion. It’s factual. Their eyes meet. It’s silent. Seokjin’s Foreverland is collapsing, breaking apart at the seams — the treehouse, the flowers, the sky shattering into a darker, less star-full horizon. The proof is all around them and one that cannot be ignored any longer. It screams to be acknowledged, aches to be heard. The corners of Jungkook’s mouth curl. “Go where you need to be, Seokjin. It’s a better place for newer dreams that you can fulfill. This isn’t where you should be anymore.” “What about you?” Jungkook’s boyish smile turns into a grin. “I’ll always be here. Plus, I’m right here too.” He pokes Jin’s chest, right where his heart should be and the latter scoffs with a soft smile. “I won’t miss you too much. We’ve already been together for so long.” Jin exhales in exasperation and Jungkook leans back, putting more weight into his hands behind him. “Foreverland is a place for visitors. It’s not a place to make a home.” “Then where’s home?” Jungkook looks at the sky. “With the people you love most.”

The lace is itchy. For some reason, scratching doesn’t seem to alleviate the itch, even when you’ve scratched enough to make your skin raw and your fingernails hurt. The dress is really white too. To the point where it’s blinding to your own eyes. You’re starting to think you should’ve gone for the other dress with the feathers even though it was fifteen pounds heavy. Your mother shrieks and it nearly startles you to death. “Oh my goodness! My daughter’s never looked more beautiful! Now hurry along before we’re late!” You nod, mustering a smile. A part of you wonders if this is the right choice, but you remember someone told you that even adults are never sure of their own choices. You wonder who told you tha— “Are you alright?” your dad interrupts your train of thought. “Of course, I am.” You nod to reassure him and turn away before his perceptiveness can flourish the doubt that’s long overcome the discomfort that still lingers. You take his arm and inhale a deep breath to brace yourself. The grand, wooden doors of the church hall open. It parts and you’re allowed a peek inside. The hundred people seated on the brown benches turn around with smiles. The organ deafeningly plays the beginning discordant chords of the bridal march before it crescendos melodically and echos down into your eardrums. The bridesmaids and groomsmen grip their bouquet of flowers and begin filing down the aisle. Oh my god. You can do this. You can do th— “You can always walk away from this.” Your dad’s quiet voice breaks your inner mantra and your eyes find his wrinkled ones. He looks concerned, brows furrowed, lips lopsided and reading the look on your face. “I’m on your side until the end, sweetheart.” The corner of your mouth pulls into a soft smile. “Thanks, dad.” It’s your turn. The doors are wide open. The music beckons you to meet your destiny. And you step inside the church hall. Namjoon is on the other end of the aisle, prim and proper in his traditional suit and bow tie, wearing an amiable smile that could only belong to a businessman. You try to match said expression, but it’s hard to feel your cheeks. Everyone’s eyes are on you, some dabbing their cheeks with tissue. Irene and Sarah are on the side in their brown bridesmaid dresses, swooning at the sight. And your dad lets go all too soon. Before you’ve even realized, you’ve made it to the end and he’s passed you to Namjoon, taking his place beside your already sobbing mother in the front rows. The music tapers off as well. “Welcome, family, friends and loved ones. We gather here today to witness and celebrate the union of Namjoon and Y/N in marriage.” Namjoon’s holding your gloved hands, his smile picture perfect. You face one another as the officiant drones on. “Marriage is a joyous occasion. It is the promise between two people who love each other, and who trust in that love. It is truth, honesty, and hardships shouldered among a pair—” It’s hard to focus when all you can think about is how itchy your lace dress is. And it’s everywhere. From the neckline to your armpits to where the sleeves end. It’s driving you crazy and you wish you could rip your hands away from Namjoon’s to scratch. “—that are prepared to begin their new life together. Marriage is the most sacred unity in humanity—” Christ. This is so boring. You can’t wait till this is over and done with. If J͠҉̛̀͏ì͢n̷͏̵͢͞ was here, he would’ve snapped his fingers and put the almost senile, croaking officiant into a pirate costume. You smile to yourself at the idea, muffling a quiet snicker. But then you freeze. Wait. Who’s .̛̀҉̷̕.͠͠͡? “—and should not be entered into lightly, but rather, reverently, lovingly, solemnly. Thus, if anyone has just cause to object to the forming of this union, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.” Suddenly, the doors bang open. The doors crash against the church walls, startling you to death and nearly causing you to stumble back onto your butt and scream. Everyone instantly whips their head over with widened eyes. A stranger interrupts, shouting from the pit of his stomach, “Wait!” There’s a man, perhaps your age or a year or two older, standing at the end of the hall. Dark hair pushed to the side, revealing his forehead. Irises twinkling. And past the crowd, the shocked expressions, the scandalized whispers, the stranger looks right at you. Namjoon immediately steps forward, covering your sights on the stranger. “Who are you?!” he bellows. But you place your hand on Namjoon’s shoulder and he stops, looking back at you. You stagger forward with a frown, steps slow down the aisle. Your parents call for you, but you don’t hear them. Not when you’re so transfixed on this man. There’s something strangely…..familiar. A tap on your shoulder. A boy outside your window.

“Don’t you want to escape from here? Go on an adventure? Come on!”

An island. Faraway. With a castle and a treehouse. A….flower field. A dragon. A doe-eyed companion.

“There’s magic all around us.”

A beanstalk — an underwater kingdom — a magical ball.

“Stay with me.”

The man gazes at you and you stare back at him, looking into his brown eyes that somehow resembles the warmth of the sun to you. Like a cup of coffee your dad would brew on cold mornings. They’re deep and comforting, and a murmur befalls your trembling lips, “Seokjin?”

Before your brain can catch up, you’re sprinting towards him. Seokjin grins, plump lips pulled into a mischievous smile, cheeks puffed out like loaves of bread. You launch yourself at him. Your arms open and your bodies collide against each other. He stumbles back with a laugh and embraces you tightly in his arms. You hug his broad shoulders, eyes fluttering closed, savouring the moment. He doesn’t have his sparkly red vest, his golden pants, the blue hat with the green feather. Jin doesn’t have his wing either. There’s nothing remotely magical about him, not when he’s just in a plain, white dress shirt tucked into black trousers. But him being here is already the most magical thing that’s happened to you. “I-I can’t believe it’s you. What are you doing here?” “I had to come see you,” he murmurs. “I went to your house but no one was there. I heard from the neighbour you were getting married today.” You pull apart from him, inches away from his face. “No. I mean what are you doing here, Jin?” He doesn’t hesitate. There isn’t uncertainty in his expression. No moment to waver. He’s as certain as the stars are real and answers within a beat— “I love you.” A fact you had known, that creeped up on you and made you feel bittersweet. But something you thought you would never have the chance to hear from his own lips. You search his expression. “W-What about Foreverland?” “It doesn’t matter where I am. I just want to be with you.” You’re crying. You can feel the tears streaking down your cheeks and for once, it’s not from tender longing or a nostalgic sadness. A smile tugs on your lips and you pull him closer. “What took you so long?” Seokjin smiles against you. “I needed to get my things in order, but I’m here now and I’ll stay with you if you’ll take me.” “Yes. Of course, I will, silly.” You heartbeat pitter patters fervently in your chest and he leans down, brushing his soft lips against yours in a sweet kiss. Your arms come to loop around his neck while his palms cradle your waist. The warmth of Jin’s skin heats your cheeks and your lashes flutter shut while his eyes open just a little to watch you. He kisses you long enough that he can inhale your breath and you feel his smile against your own. Your heart soars. Everything you had longed for is right here. And it feels like magic.

[Epilogue] Growing up and becoming an adult doesn’t mean needing to abandon fun — and your life with Seokjin proves it. The pair of you go on plenty of adventures and explorations, more than your parents would like. You’re always packing your bags to discover something new. And when you visit, your parents are adamant that sometimes it feels like there are two children at the dinner table. But you know they’ve never been happier to see how overjoyed you are and what a great fit Seokjin is. They assume he’s someone you met when you disappeared and while that’s technically true, you don’t add more to the story. They don’t question it either. You’re sure your parents are a lot more worried when they see you teaching Jin how to climb the enormous tree out by the field. The whole church fiasco ends up as a scandal. It’s the talk of the neighbourhood for months on end. It’s not like you particularly mind — although, you still get glares from Namjoon and his family when you run into them. You’re sure he doesn’t want to hear any more apologies from you, but you’re also certain that this experience will make him less boring as a person. Your nose twitches. You sniff the air and before it even registers, you groan. “Jin! Why is there something burning?!” You come into the kitchen and call him again, but silence answers. With a sigh, you check the oven and take out the cake that’s practically burnt to ash and push it onto the counter. The smoke is dispersed after you waft the air. You’re already busy picking up after school children as a teacher, you don’t really need to pick up after your husband too when you get home. You look out the door and step onto the porch. From a distance, you can see him and a hopeless smile slips onto your visage. You cross the field, the meadow soft beneath your feet, wind whisking through your hair. The golden sun is sinking over the horizon, turning the sky into shades of tangerine and your figure a black silhouette against the light. Seokjin’s seated beneath the canopy of the tree. The two covers of the storybook spread over his thighs, page corner crisp against his fingertips. The colours seem to jump out — raspberry, periwinkle and kelly vibrant against the white. He doesn’t notice you approaching, completely enthralled by the adventurous storyline. While you were gone for three days, Seokjin was gone for two years. It was a mess to sort out with his family too, his father even stricter than yours and angered while his mother was devastated and resentful that her son had chosen to leave without a single word. It was hard for him to adjust to the real world as well. It took time. But you’d like to think Jin made it out okay. “You left the cake burning in the oven.” His attention is brought back and he looks up, smiling at you. “Sorry.” Much to your dismay, Jin pulls you down and plants an affectionate kiss on your cheek. You scoff lightly and unknowingly pout while your husband grins, already aware he’s gotten away with it. You plop down next to him and lean your head to lay on his shoulder, staring at the pages of his storybook. “What are you doing?” “I’m thinking of writing another storybook,” Jin hums. “A sequel to Jungkook’s Adventures. What do you think if I called it Foreverland?” “I think it’ll be wonderful.” The two of you share tender smiles, gazing at one another while the tree above you sways, leaves rustling to the warm breeze. You don’t need magic to live in your dreams forever.

#bts fanfic #bts scenario #jin fanfic #jin fluff #seokjin fanfic #jin scenario #seokjin fluff #bts peter pan!AU #hope you guys enjoy this one!#actually it's been a long time since I've written a story I'm THIS satisfied with tbh #also fun fact - while not directly mentioned this takes place in 1954!

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youarejesting · 3 years

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First year: Pets

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This is a BTS Harry Potter au. As jungkook is sorted into ravenclaw by himself I put Army (Ami) with him. I hope you all enjoy.

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Jin would have a Northern saw-whet owl given to him by his brother when he got his letter to hogwarts. The owl is on the smaller side standing only 18cm tall. The light owl is very affectionate and often hops around Jin’s broad shoulders whenever he cleans his cage. The tiny owl is affectionately named Hoo-dini and whenever Jin calls his name he hoots back.

Namjoon wouldn’t get an animal companion so scared that he wouldn’t be able to care for it well instead helping take care of Hoo-dini. Hoo-dini didn’t like Namjoon at first. The boy was too nervous and jumpy of the small bird and the feeling was mutual but they soon became good friends. As the years go on Hoo-dini finds any excuse to fly up to Namjoon’s head watching the world from up high and often hops between his and Jin’s head when they walk side by side in the halls.

Yoongi would have a sleek short haired black cat. His family bought it for him as a joke when they found out he was going to a school for witches and wizards. They also bought him a broomstick and a pointy hat but Yoongi didn’t laugh. He originally despised these so-called ‘gifts’ until the cat laid on his chest that night purring happily. Her name is Bastille as she became his fortress, his safe place from his parents. Bassy likes when Yoongi holds her paws and massages her pink toe beans.

Jimin doesn’t have a pet. His parents think they are dirty but he loves animals and finds himself always on their good sides. Bassy warms up to Jimin quickly and always finds excuses to sit on his lap, leaving Jimin in the common room for hours until Yoongi collects them both “You let her walk all over you,” Yoongi would joke. Jimin didn’t mind, he never wanted to disturb the sweet child. After his first year he tied a long thin fabric through his belt loops that dragged after him. Some people thought he was being flamboyant but he did it for Bassy to chase after him.

Taehyung would have a more exotic pet, not one listed on the first year list but nothing dangerous. A soft Pygmy puff in a green colour, he would have fallen in love with her when he walked into the shop and his parents who didn’t want him to be lonely bought him this strange and yet adorable thing. Her name would be Macha, or chacha. This fluff ball loved Taehyung and he would often sneak her into class in his inner robe pocket.

Hoseok wouldn’t have a pet, his father wouldn’t allow him one telling him to focus on his studies. He never knew he wanted one until he met Macha, the sweet little thing would scurry around the pillows in the hufflepuff common room jumping over anyone’s laps and homework just chasing little bubbles Hoseok would create from his wand. When tired out she would crawl back to Hoseok and snuggle up on his lap. Taehyung always joked that Macha loved him more but he knew the pygmy was just greedy.

Jungkook didn’t have a pet but the amount of times Ami (Army) asked him to retrieve her cat from atop the bookshelf he felt like a part parent to the furbaby. After his first year Jungkook decided to invest in some delicious kitten treats and always kept them in his pocket. The small kitten one day followed him around Hogwarts and into class, he was so embarrassed.

You apologized to the professor and carried your kitten back to the dorms but she kept running to Jungkook and he always apologizes acting innocent. “Maybe she like you cause you saved her from the big bad bookshelf”

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dangermousie · 3 years

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Out of two het Meatbun novels on jjwxc, one has the very first (!!!) chapter of it locked.

I am unironically in awe. (I started on another one whose heroine is a tough MFer and I like even chapter in. It also has locked chapters but I can find those elsewhere.)

In general, jjwxc account and chrome auto translation is a great great invention since I discovered the author of Mistakenly Saving the Villain has a bunch of other novels (alas all modern) and the author of Those Years in Quest of Honor Mine does too and they are period!!! I am going to check some out (tho elsewhere since I prefer deepl to google translate and I can’t paste jjwxc text and also they have locked chapters.) I can see where my paycheck will be going haha.

Oh and I read the Mistakenly Saving the Villain extra and eeeee!!!! Some favorite bits:

1. Memory wiped An Long showing up at Yue Wuhuan’s house going “ugh this is so boring you were busy so you didn’t make the wine I normally drink and then I can’t even drag you out for our customary fun brawl since your spouse is just there.”

2. Qing Luan x Min Hong!!!! My one het otp in this one. The bit where MH finally discovers QL didn’t seal her memories after all.

3. The whole BZH x Peacock thing aka who knew this novel would give me an awesome secondary otp! Where Peacock is all “I don’t want to come back to heaven I finally got a spouse!” And YWH is all “fine here is a permit for coming and going from small world and power upgrade for BZH so he can also run around.” And also since all his feathers are out, Peacock is hiding at home and refusing to peek out or even do his usual lady clothes etc so he just basically hangs around BZH all day and the rumors become that BZH locks up some beauty in a dungeon for kinky times and BZH who is long used to all this insanity is just rolling his eyes.

Honestly, BZH storyline is one of my fave things about this novel because it’s such an inversion of genre stereotypes about bed roles corresponding to externalities so to speak - Peacock literally dresses and acts like a girl to such an extent most those not close to them don’t even know he’s not a woman. And BZH is the reserved, tough, tragic past head of assassin/bounty hunter sect who at the end is the freaking ruler of the Imperishable Peak aka he runs the world. And he’s the shou. (Also I will never be over the fact that while enough time passed, people don’t even know it was him, the vague story of his origins is around but the past got distorted enough that the abuser rapist in chief Jin Feiren is portrayed as an unfortunate victim killed by his cruel terrifying faithless spouse BZH. BZH doesn’t give two hoots - even if Peacock does and commissions books where BZH is an innocent victim rescued by a beauty aka him and BZH still doesn’t give two hoots - but the reason I love it so much is that it basically tramples JFR into dust so much further - to be “remembered” as a hapless little victim and his perfect toy BZH as some sort of sinister monster is the most humiliating reversal and I love it.)

4. All the OTP stuff!!! I saved the best for last. The fact that Yue Wuhuan saw SQS when he was still a stone and he’s always been obsessed with collecting beautiful stones so he asked the Heavenly Emperor for it and HE was all “it’s getting infused with spiritual power when it’s done sure” and then SQS actually turns into a person and HE is all “sorry YWH oops” and YWH goes “he’s a person? But why do I still want to take him home?” Awwww!!! That is why he used to fly by his window every day before the calamity!!!! Awww.

SQS still being a super big research nerd. He adopts that snake in human form and is all “I won’t be picky just one PhD will do!”

I like that a lot of YWH’s issues are fixed once he’s in his proper body/environment since he’s all “my actual body didn’t get get touched/I have a ton and ton of normal not horrible memories to balance the horrors out” but it’s not fully 100% fixed tho it probably will sometime be. Hi there realism!

Those two have a swinging sex life heh. My fave bit is it turns out the blood mole pops back out at some point and he hates it so he wants to figure out how to remove it but SQS is all “scientific research! Let’s see what makes it pop out and go away!” And it turns out it’s if he’s feeling particularly hmmm and if SQS and he have a really good time in bed it goes away again. And SQS is all “don’t need to figure out some insane ways of removal, I am willing to assist any time!” Hahahaha

They build some sort of replica of medicine valley because YWH is all “ugh my palace is too freaking large it takes me forever to track you down and even the bed is way too large.” Heh. I wish I had those problems.

Ok, this is just hilarious but at some point SQS gets so engrossed in his research he forgets to bang his spouse on the reg and when that finally ends YWH drags him into some sort of harem simulation where everyone is various avatars of YWH and afterwards SQS is all “omg I must never neglect him again for long because I can’t do this again I am too exhausted!!!”

5. Lady Nian Nian is 100% lesbian. Fight me.

#cnovel #mistakenly saving the villain

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adventuresinwonderlust · 3 years

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Title: Right Kind of Wrong

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Pairing: Yoongi x reader ft Jin

Warnings: Mature themes, Angst, flirting, crack, dry humping, oral (f) receiving, oral (m) receiving (brief), unprotected sex (wrap it up folks)

Rating: 18 and over

“Has Jinnie arrived yet?” You ask your mother upon entering the kitchen of your family home. “Not yet but he and his friend are on the way.” She smiles, sliding your birthday cake into the oven. Your ears perk up at hearing this news. “He’s bringing his friend?” You inquire playfully, trying to sound surprised while sliding your torso onto the countertop to lean. “Yes, foolish girl. You know Min Yoongi. He and your brother are at the hip. He asked if he could bring him along, something about not having anywhere to go this weekend.” “Oh.” You stand upright, smiling to yourself, feeling your heart flutter in your chest at the thought of seeing Yoongi again. You had always had a crush on him, but you were too young to pursue anything with him. You were 18 years old now and the thought of him seeing you as a woman and not just Jin's little sister had you giddy. “Go get ready for your guest!” Your mother snaps her fingers, snapping you out of your thoughts. You nod quickly and run up to your room to prepare for the party.

By 8pm dinner is spread out across the table for guest to enjoy at their leisure. You sit in the corner with friends, trying to keep from pouting since your brother has yet to arrive. “Come on Y/N, let's eat!” One of your friends tugs on your arm to lead you into the kitchen. You whine but stand, following behind her into the kitchen. She pushes the sliding doors open and you are met with party goers screaming “Happy Birthday!” and shooting off poppers and champagne. You jump at the fright, placing your hand on your chest as you burst out into a fit of giggles. Suddenly the lights go out and all you can see is the glow of candles lit on a cake moving towards you. You smile wide when the face of your older brother comes into view, holding the cake up, “Make a wish before my weak old arms drop this cake?” You laugh out loud, closing your eyes to make a wish, blowing out the candles. The lights come on, everyone exploding into cheers, Jin placing the cake on the counter to bring you into a tight hug. “Hello sissy. I’ve missed you.” “I’ve missed you too Jinnie.” You whisper to him, your eyes locking with the tall slender figure behind him. A smiling Yoongi, staring at you, his dark cat eyes piercing through you. “Alright, alright, lets party!” Jin shouts, the guest hooting and hollering with him.

The party goers consist mostly of family and a handful of your friends who all sit with you in the family room, in awe of your older brother as he talks about college parties and finally being done with school this year. “Finally, my baby sister is no longer a baby, and she will be going off to university this year. How excited are you sissy? Books not boys, ok?” Jin jokes causing all your friends to giggle. Yoongi sits quietly beside Jin, chewing on a straw, his moving shoulders the only indication that he’s laughing. “What about you Yoongi? Are you excited to be done with university?” Yoongi tilts his head slightly, nodding at you and you swear you feel tingles all over your body. “Yoongi is anti-university Y/N, take no advice from him. He’s no good for you,” Jin warns, turning his attention back to your friends, “Ok, who wants to hear a joke?” You are too focused on Yoongi’s intense stare to catch anything else Jin says, jumping when your group of friends erupts into laughter. When you look back towards Yoongi, he’s gone. “I’m gonna grab a drink.” You whisper to Jin, who nods at you. You stand quickly, heading towards the kitchen. You look about frantically, waving and smiling at guest as you pass them by. You push open the sliding doors to the kitchen, gasping when you see Yoongi eyeing the food table. You enter the kitchen quickly, closing the sliding doors behind you, anxiety now washing over you.

You move towards the food table and begin to eye the options, accidentally on purpose moving to your left until your arm bumps into Yoongi. “Oops, oh, Hi Yoongi. Sorry about that. I’m so clumsy sometimes.” You chuckle, feeling your heart race, kicking yourself for sounding too surprised. He chuckles, greeting you with his wide gummy smile. “Hi Y/N, happy birthday. Sorry I didn’t get to say it before, too many people.” You nod quickly. “No, no worries. No big deal. All of this is my mom’s thing you know. I, like intimate stuff, dinners and what not.” You swallow, feeling your face redden under his gaze. “You should enjoy this. Your family loves you. This stuff is sweet and besides, it’s just once a year right.” He leans in, nudging your arm. “Of course,” You just about shout, “I didn’t mean to sound like I was ungrateful. I just meant that I… um….” “Hey,” He raises his hand and rubs it up and down your arm, “Are you ok? You seem nervous?” You laugh oddly, nerves strangling you. “No, I’m good.” He nods at you. “I remember 18. It’s a good year. You feel invincible. Unstoppable even.” “Yeah, plus I finally got boobs.” You laugh, slapping your forehead when you realize what you just word vomited. “It’s all good, don’t be embarrassed. You have turned into the most beautiful young woman I’ve ever seen but with Jin as your brother how could you not?” He smirks, looking you up and down and you are happy you wore the dress that showed off just enough of your cleavage. “Hey, sissy, come on, time to say goodbye to your friends. It’s getting late. I’m going to drive a few of them home. Yoongi, come along?” Yoongi nods, giving you one more once over before heading off with Jin.

You toss and turn all night, unable to sleep at all, deciding to head down to the kitchen and grab some tea. You enter the kitchen to find Jin sitting at the Island having his own cup of tea. “Still have trouble sleeping huh?” He smiles when you make your way inside. “Yeah. You are too it seems?” He sighs. “Yeah, and with late night study sessions and parties, who has time for sleep?” “It’s almost over Jinnie.” You comfort, placing the tea kettle on the stove. “Ah, but your journey is just beginning. I’m worried about you.” You pout at his words. “You don’t have to worry about me, I’m not a baby anymore.” “You will always be my baby sister and I will always protect you.” He finishes his tea, walking over to the sink to wash his mug. “I wish you were staying longer.” You whisper, taking the clean mug from him to steep your tea in. “Me too. We are off tomorrow afternoon but don’t worry sissy. I will be back soon enough. Your only worry now is to get some sleep,” He kisses the top of your head, “Oh, and don’t let Yoongi see you in these little shorts. Next time wear a robe.” He rolls his eyes, leaving you alone in the kitchen. You smirk to yourself, deciding to take your cup of tea to your room, that is until you hear noises coming from the den. You make your way towards the door which is open just a tiny bit and you poke your head in to find Yoongi lying across the couch, panting quietly, one hand holding his cell phone up and the other moving frantically under the covers. You gasp causing Yoongi to stop what he’s doing and look towards the door. You step back into the hall, trying to process what you just saw. “It's rude to snoop.” You hear, the door suddenly opening, Yoongi standing before you now.

“I… I…. I’m sorry.” You stutter, desperately trying to maintain eye contact and not look down to see if he’s still hard. “What are you even doing snooping around at this time?” He whispers, taking you in. “I couldn’t sleep so I made some tea.” You hold up your mug to show him. He smirks, “Just like Jin. He does this at night back at our apartment,” Yoongi explains, turning back into the room, leaving the door open, “At least no one can deny that you’re siblings.” You walk in hesitantly, closing the door behind you, and take a seat beside him on the couch. “Our mother always says chamomile tea aids in sleeping. I suppose we’ve become accustomed to it.” You lean over and place the mug on the coffee table. “I’m more of a coffee drinker.” “Well, that definitely won’t put you to sleep.” You chuckle. “No, it won’t, but I’ve found other methods to help with that.” “Like?” You inquire with raised brows. He tilts his head at you, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Go to bed Y/N, before Jin walks in on us and kicks my ass for checking out his baby sister.” You suck your teeth at his comment. “I’m not a baby anymore. I can do what I want, with who I want. Jin has no say.” “Is that so? You’re 18 now and you think you can do whatever you want?” “Yeah, I guess I’m feeling invincible.” You smirk. Yoongi’s shoulders move up and down before he groans, looking over at you. “Please just go.” “Why? Because you’re afraid of Jin?” “Because I’m afraid of what might happen here if you don’t.” “I like you Yoongi. I’ve liked you ever since Jinnie brought you here your freshman year. My feelings have only grown. I’m an adult now. You don’t have to be afraid.” “You don’t know what you’re saying. You’re young and dumb. You should go out and live your life. Hang out with people your age. Explore your options. This isn’t some k-drama where you sit here and confess your undying love for me, and we make love on your parents couch.” You sit a little straighter as his words sting your heart. “I see the way you look at me Min Yoongi. I know how boys think.” You mumble so he won’t hear the tremble in your voice. “I’m not a boy and how I look at you is wrong. You’re my best friends’ sister. I couldn’t do that to him.” “I’m not even a virgin you know that. Everyone treats me like some porcelain doll but I’m not one. I’m smart and careful. You can’t deny that there is something between us. Why is that wrong?”

“I just told you why.” “Screw Jin.” “Such a kid thing to say.” “Screw me.” “Don’t tempt me.” He almost growls, your hairs standing at attention. You look to the door of the den and back at Yoongi who tosses himself back onto his pillow, curling into the fetal position. “Goodnight Y/N.” He whispers, shutting his eyes. You swallow hard, knowing what you want, anger soon coursing through your body. You stand and watch as Yoongi straightens his legs, eyes still closed. “Just deny it and I’ll go.” Yoongi’s eyes pop open and he looks up at you. “Like I said earlier, you’re the most beautiful young woman I’ve ever seen but that doesn’t change what I’ve said now. Maybe in another life Y/N.” He closes his eyes again. “Fuck it.” You whisper, moving towards Yoongi, straddling him and pressing your lips to his before he can protest. He moves to sit up, but you grind your heat into his crotch, eliciting a moan from him. Soon, he has one hand gripping your waist and the other tangled in your hair. You’ve kissed boys before, but it was never anything like this. Yoongi was an expert with his mouth, moving slowly then quickly, swirling his tongue around yours then nibbling at your lips. Back and forth, back and forth, driving you wild. You couldn’t help but moan and grind like a kitten in heat. His hand around your hip soon tightens, and he begins to aid you across his growing length.

Your body heats and you feel so desperate for friction, no one has ever had you so out of control horny before. Sure, you’ve been horny but never as intense as this. You grind faster against him, mewling and whimpering his name. “Slow down.” He whispers between kisses, but you just can’t, the feeling between your legs too great. You move your shorts to the side, rubbing your bare clit against his hard on as it throbs through his silky pajama pants. He groans at the sight. “Please, please,” You beg, “Feels so good.” You latch onto Yoongi’s lips once again grinding harder and faster. “We need to slow down Y/N.” He pants in your ear when you lean your head in the crook of his neck. “Can’t, so good.” You whimper. “Fuck, fuck. You’re so fucking wet, you’re soaking my pants. I need you to slow down or else I’m gonna fucking cum.” You moan lustfully into his neck feeling your core tighten at his word. “Yes, please, cum for me Yoongi. I’m going to cum too, right here on your cock. I can’t believe how good this feels.” You gasp, gripping the back of his shirt tightly as your orgasm rips through your body. “Fuck! Y/N, I’m cumming.” Yoongi cries out, gripping your hips hard. You continue to grind against him, soon feeling his cock twitching between your folds. He shoves you off him quickly, resting his hand over his still trembling cock, biting his lip and throwing his head back. “What the fuck was that?” He shakes his head. “I’m sorry. I was just so excited. I’ve never felt like that before.” “You lied about not being a virgin, didn’t you?” He snaps and you just stare at him swallowing back tears. He shakes his head again. “Are you on the pill?” You shake your head, unable to speak. He sighs deeply. “You’re still wearing your pants; I know how getting pregnant works.” You finally speak. “You mean these pathetically thin pajama pants?” He snaps, lifting his hand to show his wet palm. He lowers his hand again and taps his finger on his huge cum stain, lifting it to show you the long strand he pulls away when he lifts his finger again. “Like I said before, you’re young and dumb. Just go and live your life. This, us, isn’t going to happen, maybe in another life. Please leave before Jin catches us.” You sniffle, unable to hold back the tears that fall. You grab your mug from the coffee table and walk out of the den and out of Yoongi’s life.

4 years later….

You pull into your mothers’ driveway, nerves fueling your every move. You honk your horn before climbing out, pulling your cap and gown from the back seat. “Sissy!” Jin hollers, running over to you. You squeal at the sight of your older brother, jumping into his embrace. He twirls you around and around, placing you back on your feet. “I can’t believe it! You’re graduating university!” He gives you a proud smile. “Yup, I’m so excited to be done!” “You see, I told you if you focused on books and not boys, Uni is a breeze.” “Well, let’s just say I found a great balance,” You wink at him, laughing when he rolls his eyes at you. “Hurry! We are going to be late for your own graduation!” You mother emerges from the house, rushing over to Jin’s larger SUV. You all pile in and head off to the ceremony.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you the graduating class of XXXX.” You and your friends all begin to hoot and holler, tossing your caps into the air. You turn back to see if you can spot your mom and Jin, squinting through a sea of people, confetti, and falling caps. You shift your head side to side, ready to give up when you lock eyes with the one man you never thought you’d see again. “Yoongi.” You whisper, your breath catching in your throat. He still looks the same as you remember, tall, slender, glowing. You turn back to face the front, trying to hide your burning red cheeks. “Congratulations Y/N.” Your friend calls to you, pulling you into a hug. It takes about 30 minutes before you make your way through the crowd and outside to meet up with your mother, brother, and surprisingly Yoongi. “Congrats sissy!!!” Jin shouts, popping a small confetti popper at you when you emerge. Yoongi hands you flowers. “Congratulations Y/N.” He smiles. “Thank you.” You smile back, your cheeks burning. “Uh, the flowers are from the both of us but in any event, let's beat the traffic and go eat,” Jin interrupts, eyeing you both meticulously, “Mother let Yoongi sit up front with me.” Jin states. Your mother offering no complaints.

“Mother! You will not sit in the back! Jin, you are being ridiculous, Yoongi and I will sit in the back.” You scold. Jin sighs deeply, grinding his teeth but gives you a simple nod. He moves to help your mother in the front seat. “Looks like someone has found her voice.” Yoongi teases, opening the door for you to enter the car. “Looks like someone just couldn’t stay away.” You smirk. He chuckles, shrugging simply, climbing into the car behind you. You fiddle with the zipper on your gown, feeling a bit anxious sitting in such proximity to Yoongi. You could smell the mix of his body wash and cologne, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on a bit. Yoongi leans in, whispering to you, “I see you're still a nervous nelly.” You chuckle, shaking your head at him, catching Jin’s watchful eye in the rearview mirror. “I am so proud of all of you. College graduates, working out in the field. You make your Eomma proud. You too Yoongi.” You mother declares.

“Ah, Yoongi only made it riding on my coattails mother.” Jin grumbles, giving Yoongi an evil glare. Yoongi scoffs, nodding in agreement, “Ah, yes, I wouldn’t be anywhere without you Hyung. I have so much to thank you for.” “You do.” Jin nods. “I certainly do.” Yoongi whispers, looking over at you, your cheeks suddenly burning. “We are here.” Jin states, hitting the brakes hard so both you and Yoongi slide forward with a jolt. “Jinnie!” You scold. “Sorry.” He gives a shit eating grin before climbing out and running around to help your mother out of the car. Once inside the restaurant, Yoongi is a complete gentleman, pulling out the chair for your mother and then you. “Jin, Yoongi is so sweet, look how he unfolds Y/N’s napkin.” Your mother notes, prompting an annoyed look from Jin. “Yes, mother how polite of him. I am sure however, that Y/N is very capable of opening her own napkin.” “Be nice Jin.” Your mother whispers to him. “You’re very brave tonight.” You whisper to Yoongi, who seems to be sitting just a little too close to you. “Am I?” He smiles. “Yeah, if I recall you were very much afraid of Jin kicking your ass.” “Maybe I've outgrown that fear.” He whispers, resting his hand on your knee underneath the table. Your mouth hangs open as you fumble to find words, saved when the waitress comes to take your order.

After dinner, you all make it home safely, your mother retiring to her room while you, Jin, and Yoongi sit in the den talking and drinking. “Ok, your graduation is over Y/N, you can take your gown off.” Yoongi teases. “Hey! Stop trying to ogle my sister.” Jin slurs, having had too many whiskeys. Yoongi burst out laughing, exposing his gums. You can’t ever recall seeing him so unfiltered. You join in laughing, jumping up and slowly unzipping your gown. “Don’t be a baby Jin. I’m used to men ogling me.” You look directly at Yoongi, whose mouth hangs open while you remove the material from your body to reveal a tight-fitting mini dress. He swallows slowly, licking the sides of his mouth. You are much curvier than you were 4 years ago, and it made your body heat to see him so affected by you. “Hey! Put that tongue back in your mouth before I rip from your face.” Jin points at Yoongi.

Yoongi raises his hands in the air and looks away, “Sorry Hyung.” “Calm down Jinnie. Yoongi means no harm.” You comfort, pouring Jin another drink. “I know how men are Y/N, I am one!” “I know.” You comfort, handing him the fresh drink. “Seriously, Yoongi is this biggest dog of them all.” “I'm sitting right here.” Yoongi grumbles. “You’re my best friend and I love you, but I have seen how you treat women.” “That’s not fair Hyung.” “Well, Jinnie, you haven't seen how I treat men.” You cut into the tension. “Ugh, please, don’t talk like that. You are an angel. My sweet baby sister.” Jin coos, sipping his drink. “Yeah, ok.” Yoongi comments under his breath. “Excuse me?” You spin to face Yoongi. “I wouldn’t use those words to describe you.” “And what exactly would you use?” Yoongi smiles wide, taking his lower lip between his teeth before giving you a shrug. “He’s going to fall.” Yoongi points behind you at Jin, who falls back onto the couch passed out. “Shit. Jinnie!” You hop up, shaking him. “He’s fine. He’s just a light weight. Come on, let’s take him to his room.” “Are you crazy? I’m not carrying him up the stairs.” “What? His sweet little angel baby sister won't carry him up the stairs when he’s under duress? Tsk, tsk, some sissy you turned out to be.”

“Kiss my ass, Min Yoongi. We can just set him up here to sleep it off.” “And where will I sleep?” He wiggles his brows at you. “In Jin’s room, duh.” “Ok, but you're taking the blame when he wakes up hollering about his aching back.” “Whatever.” You roll your eyes. You both get to work getting Jin in the lying position, covering him with a blanket, and tucking a pillow behind his head. You clean up the den of the used glasses and make your way up to your bedroom. “Thanks for coming to my graduation.” You say to Yoongi at the top of the stairs. “Thanks for inviting me.” He smiles, walking into Jin’s room and closing the door behind him. You make your way towards your room, stopping suddenly, Yoongi’s words processing in your mind. You enter your room, dropping your gown and shoes on the floor before padding back towards Jin’s room, opening the door suddenly to find Yoongi standing in just his boxer briefs. “Oh shit,” You turn your back to him, “I'm sorry. I shouldn’t have barged in. I was just confused by your statement.” “You can look now, I'm dressed.” He says, plopping down onto Jin’s bed. You turn to him, smiling when you see he's dressed in a white tee and those silky pajama pants you never forgot.

“You said I invited you, but I didn’t.” “Really? Jin said you did.” “Jin?” You shake your head, not understanding what was going on. “Yeah, Jin called me and said you wanted me to come to your graduation. Here I am, and by the way, the flowers were from me.” He smiles. “Why would Jin say that? I never told him that.” You whisper, racking your brain for an explanation. “Jin gives me a lot of shit you know but I am pretty sure if he had a choice in picking your partner, it’d be me.” Your brows furrow at Yoongi’s comment. “What happened to maybe in another life?” You clip. “You were 18 years old, you had so much to learn and experience. I would never have been able to live with myself if I held you back from living your life to the fullest. How selfish would that be?” “So, you did like me?” Yoongi chuckles. “I did but back then it didn’t matter. It was the wrong time.” “Right person, wrong time. And now?” “Now it’s whatever we make it.” “So, that whole thing about Jin beating you up was bullshit?” “Not entirely, Jin has always known about our crush, doesn’t mean he was happy about it or that I was comfortable betraying his trust or yours.” “You hurt my feelings back then Yoongi.” “I know, I'm sorry about that. I didn’t know how else to make you stop liking me.” You nod, feeling the same sting you felt that day. “I was definitely young and dumb. I know now that you can't get pregnant from dry humping.” Yoongi laughs but stops immediately when he sees your stern face.

“Yeah, wanted to scare you. Sorry about that.” “I’m on the pill now though, so I guess thanks for the scare.” He nods again, trying to hold back his smile. “You look the same as I remember.” You word vomit, taking him in. “You’re even more beautiful than I remember.” He responds, his eyes darkening. You swallow hard, your core heating up. “So, is It ok to say that I want you,” You whisper to him, reaching back to pull down the zipper of your dress, “Because I really, really, do.” “I want you too.” He leans back on his hands, manspreading a bit so his erection tents up against the silky fabric of his pajama pants. You let your dress pool at your feet, stepping out of it and moving towards Yoongi. He licks his lips when you straddle him, hitching his hips up so his cock presses into your heat. You wrap a hand around the back of his long neck, trailing the other down his torso to the edge of his shirt and tugging the fabric. “Off.” You whisper. He smirks, leaning up to remove the article of clothing. You marvel at his pale flesh, trailing kisses across his collar bone, slowly moving your hips to tease him. He moves his face into the crook of your neck, nibbling and pecking at your skin, gripping onto your hips. “I see someone learned to slow down.” He whispers in your ear before trailing kisses along it. “Let’s see if someone learned to last longer than 5 minutes.” You snip, causing Yoongi to laugh out loud.

He moves his hands from your hip now and grips your ass tightly, gliding his large palms up your back to remove your bra, letting it fall between your bodies. “So beautiful.” He moans, taking one of your now erect nipples into his mouth and suckling. You arch your back at the feeling of his warm mouth on you, grinding into him just a bit faster. He moves to the other nipple, swirling his tongue around it, suckling and moaning and you feel every bit of it in your cunt. “So wet already,” He notes, releasing your bud with a pop, “You’re soaking through my pants.” “What are you going to do about it?” You tease, taking his mouth with yours, biting and licking at his lips and tongue, suddenly feeling 18 again. Your blood boils, skin gooses, and legs shiver at the thought of him being inside of you. He grips your bare ass again, spreading your cheeks apart, the lace of your thong dragging across your hardened clit. “Please.” You beg. “Fuck, you’re so hot. I’ve never been so hard.” He groans, flipping you onto your back to remove your thong. You reach out for him, but he instead lowers himself between your thighs. You moan out loud, realizing what he’s about to do. “Not too loud baby.” He smirks, dipping his head between your thighs. You gasp when you feel his tongue glide between your slit, collecting your juices onto his appendage before swallowing it down. “Delicious.” He growls, licking at your inner and outer folds expertly. He soon dips to your entrance, circling your hole with the tip of his tongue, your legs falling wider apart for him. He smirks, his breath against your sex making you shiver. “Stop teasing me Yoongi,” You whine, reaching down to touch your neglected bud. He slaps at your hand, making his way up your folds with his tongue, wrapping his mouth around your clit and slurping. “Fuck.” You shout, receiving another tap on your inner thigh for being too loud.

You soon begin moving your hips when he flattens his tongue against your clit, lapping at her softly, building your orgasm slowly. “More, more.” You mewl, fucking his face now. He brings his hand up entering you with one finger, then two, parting them inside you, stretching you deliciously. You bite on your lip to keep from screaming, when he curls his fingers to rub along the sensitive spongy flesh deep inside you. You grip his hair tightly, panting frantically, your orgasm building rapidly now with the mixture of his tongue against your bud and fingers along your g-spot. “So close. So good.” You praise, becoming more turned on by the lurid noises of wetness that fill the room. “Yoongi, oh my God.” You cry out, your belly tightening hitching you forward a bit, your orgasm hitting you hard. You shut your eyes tightly, allowing the beads of white to fully blur your vision as your cunt throbs wildly against Yoongi’s face until you come down from your high. You drop back onto the bed, panting desperately looking up at Yoongi’s sopping face. “That was so hot.” he smiles, licking his lips and palming at his erection. You sit up and take over palming him. “Allow me.” You grin, yanking his pants down. Your jaw dropping when his reddened cock springs out, hitting his tummy. You move towards him, stroking his hot length, taking his sack into your mouth and sucking. He drops his head back, moaning, running his fingers through your hair.

You release his balls, bringing his cock to your open mouth and running your tongue through the slit in his tip to drink up his dripping arousal. You flatten your tongue along the bottom of his tip before wrapping your lips around him, sucking it clean. “Now who’s teasing.” He grunts. You look up at him, raising a brow, and without warning take him all the way to the back of your throat. “Fuck Y/N.” He moans, almost keeling over. You leave him there for a moment, reveling in the power you have over him in this moment. You swallow, the soft flesh at the back of your throat tickling his tip, causing him to whimper to the gods. “You’re not fair.” He moans and you begin to bob your head along his length finally, looking up to see relief wash over him. He looks down at you, pushing your hair away from your face to take in your every feature while you work your magic on his cock. “So gorgeous. I’m so lucky.” He praises and you feel yourself moisten at his words. You moan around him, quickening your pace, taking his full sack in your hand and massaging it.

“Shit.” He whispers, gripping your hair tightly, aiding you along his member until he suddenly pulls you off. “I won't last if you keep this up, and I need to be inside you.” He pants, moving forward until you're on your back and he is hovering above you, taking your lips into a needy kiss. You grip his hips and pull him towards you, “Hold on, Jin has to have condoms in here.” He says, lifting off the bed. “It’s ok. I'm clean. Besides, I want you to have me, all of me. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you Yoongi.” You watch his eyes widen and his cheeks blush. “I’ve never done it without... I mean.... I'm clean also and I feel the same about you. Hell, I've been waiting four years to find out how this k-drama ends.” You giggle at his comment, squealing when he climbs the bed and kisses you again. He stops for a moment, looking deeply into your eyes, “Are you sure?” “Yes. I’m sure.” He kisses you softly now, bringing his cock to your entrance. He slowly rubs his tip through your slit, coating it in your lust, sure to tease at your clit before circling your entrance. “Don't tease.” You growl, needing so desperately to be filled. “My word Y/N, so needy.” He says while licking your ear. “Yoongi!” You whine, taking his wrist and trying to urge him to move inside you but he firmly holds himself in place just outside your entrance. You drop your head back on the bed, groaning in protest. “God, you truly are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He confesses, sliding his cock firmly inside your warmth until he bottoms out. The stretch causes you to cry out into the room, Yoongi shushing you immediately. “Please baby, I don’t want Jin to kill me before I’ve had my fill of you.” “Feels so good.” You moan. “It gets better, I promise.” He smiles against your neck, moving his hips slowly, massaging your walls. You can’t help but moan and writhe beneath him, the feeling too good. “Oh man, you have no idea how good you feel wrapped around me, so tight.” Yoongi whispers, moving faster now. You begin hitching your hips upwards to meet his thrust, loving how his cock touches places no other man has ever touch.

“Faster.” You pant, moving your hips quicker, clenching your walls when his tip reaches your entrance for a tighter grip when he thrust back into you. “Ah, shit, fuck,” Yoongi curses after four rounds of this, “You’re going to be the death of me.” He pulls out fully, the emptiness you feel pulling a whine from your throat. He glides his shaft through your sopping lips watching your facial expressions the entire time. “Sorry baby, I need a minute.” He smirks, massaging you like this for a bit. “Enough!” You growl, shoving Yoongi onto his ass and straddling him. You align his slick cock with your entrance and waste no time filling yourself up with him again, the both of you moaning in unison. “That’s never going to get old.” Yoongi groans. You begin riding Yoongi slowly, the feel of his large hands on your hips aiding you, cause your skin to goose. “That’s its baby, nice and slow, look at me. I want to see you fall apart.” He whispers to you. You pull away from his body, hips still moving slowly, the sound of his cock gliding in and out of your slick filling the room. You look deep into his eyes, feeling your face heat and your pussy drench even more. His mouth falls open and he begins to grip your hips tighter, moving you quicker now. “You’re so wet for me baby. You’re dripping all over my cock, all over Jin’s bed.” He chuckles, choking on a moan when you clench around him.

“Lean back, rest your hands on my thighs.” He instructs. You do as your told, thrusting forward, gasping when he begins to twirl his thumb against your clit. “Yoongi!” You cry out, your cunt clenching tighter and tighter with every twirl of his finger. “That’s it baby, cum on my cock.” He urges and you close your eyes, focusing only on the sweet burning that builds from deep within your core, slowly making its way up into your belly, dancing around your heart before making a crash landing into your brain. Your head falls back and you can’t hold back the guttural moan that escapes your throat. You open your eyes to meet Yoongi’s blown out gaze, loving how turned on he is just from watching you come undone. You move forward and wrap your arms around his neck, bouncing up and down his length like a woman mad, pulling moan after moan from deep within his chest. “Your turn baby, cum for me, I want to feel you fill me.” “Oh fuck! Don’t stop. I’m so close.” Yoongi grunts, wrapping one hand around the back of your neck and the other grasping a handful of your ass. He grips your flesh hard, ramming up into your battered pussy hard, his breath becoming labored with each thrust. “Gonna fill you up now baby. Make you mine.” He grunts, his pace faltering, his grip tightening on your ass. He soon shoves his cock deep into you, pressing firmly against your cervix, a sobbed moan leaving his pout. His cock twitches inside you, his hot seed shooting out along your walls. He lowers his hand from your neck to grip your other ass cheek, moaning into your neck, moving you up and down slowly on his cock, the rest of his orgasm spilling out of him and soon you.

He begins peppering your neck, jaw, and lips with kisses, bringing all movement to an end. “That was amazing.” He pants. “Worth the wait?” You ask. “Absolutely worth the wait. You have always been worth the wait.” You both laugh together, showering each other with kisses. “Hey, Y/N, do you want to go on a date with me?” He asks cutely. “Sure, but I got one better.” You say, his brows raising up. “What’s that?” “Do you want to be my boyfriend Min Yoongi?” He smiles wide, gums exposed, your heart flipping in place. “More than anything else in this world.” He kisses you deeply, pulling your body close to his in a full hug. “Please tell me you are not having sex on my bed?” You both jump, finding Jin at the bedroom door. “Jinnie.” You mutter. “Oh, shit.” Yoongi breaths out. “Please tell me my eyes are deceiving me or else no one is going to be dating anyone, because you’ll both be dead.” “Hyung, let me explain.” “No, you know what, I’ve had too much to drink. This is a dream. I’m going to go back downstairs and back into my body and when I open my eyes in the morning, this nightmare will be over.” Jin declares, walking out of the room, closing the door behind him. “Shit. I thought we were for sure dead. What the hell was that?” Yoongi asks confused. “Our queue to get the hell out of here and head to my room if you ever have plans of seeing tomorrow.” You both scramble, tossing on what clothes you can, Yoongi stopping you as you get to the door. “Hey, do you mean it? Do you really want to be my girlfriend?” “Yeah, I do. I’ve been waiting so long for the right moment to be with you Yoongi. This is it. Why wait any longer?” He smiles wide, kissing you softly. “You’re right. You’ve always been right.” He kisses you again. “And you’ve always been wrong but that’s what makes this special.” You whisper, grabbing his hand and leading him towards your room, your heart full.

#bts smut #yoongi smut #suga x you #suga x reader #anon request

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