#jung hoseok x yn

[elphiej]

Be My Light - Chapter 10: An Act of Trust

*Genre: Mafia, Angst, Slow burn, eventual smut

*Warnings: Mentions of drugs, language, anxiety

Authors Note: How has it been so long? It's been a bit of a tough time but I have returned to my happy place. I hope you enjoy this look into the Magic Shop. I copy and paste the Tag List, so for those who no longer wish to be in it, I completely understand. Please just message me and I'll remove you. For any new interested readers who would like to be apart of the Tag List, same thing. Please just be patient with me. I'm on new any depressants and will be trying my very best to keep up with this. No matter what, I will never stop this fic and I will try my best to make any wait worth it. Feel free to drop a like, comment, or anything. Also posted on AO3 under the same name, Enjoy!

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Chapter 10: An Act of Trust.

            This is incredible, you found yourself repeating as you followed Taehyung through the Magic Shop.

            The mansion was the prime example of the phrase ‘never judge a book by its cover’. Though, if you were being completely honest, Bangtan had shown many examples of that phrase the more you were around them. Where the outside of the Magic Shop was foreboding, broken, and cold, the inside was warm, modern, and inviting. And so well maintained. For a group of young men, the place was immaculate. You thought back to when Jin and Jungkook had cleaned your apartment on the first night and decided that you really shouldn’t be surprised. As you looked about the passing rooms, they were beautifully decorated in a modern style that really complimented everyone and the structure.

            Taehyung had, first, led you down the spiral staircase under the front foyer into what you assumed were the old service areas. Now, it was an expansive garage lined with a vast variety of vehicles. You recognized the truck that Jin had driven you home in, the silver sports car that Taehyung had picked you up in that first day, and the town car that you had just been in. Heuning Kai waved at the two of you from his place by the town car, polishing it to look as new. You looked down the rows in awe. As you took in the fleet of cars, you started to understand that you had vastly underestimated how much money Bangtan must have had. But were all of these bought or were they spoils of the job? Or were some of them stolen? You were really trying not to think so poorly of your hosts, but could it really be helped?

            “Nice, huh?” Taehyung crossed his arms with pride as he leaned against a very nice looking black two-door car. He nodded over towards the familiar pickup truck. “That was the first truck we bought back in the early days. We lived off of cheap ramen and stolen veggies, but it was worth it. Jin put a lot of hardware into it over the years. He stayed up a lot of nights reading mechanic books to make it work for us. Now we’re able to hire mechanics who will follow whatever design and dream he can think up to help us. Like bulletproof glass and exteriors, homing beacons, storage and seats that fold down so we can use the space for anything. They, even, have this feature that sends an alert to all of our phones if the vehicle’s ever in an accident so we can get to each other.”

            “I suppose Jin thought of everything, didn’t he?”

            “Yeah,” Taehyung smiled a huge boxy grin. “Jin-hyung is all about keeping us safe. He’s like the mom of our family. He’s always taken such good care of us.”

            As your eyes roamed across the row of vehicles, your eyes caught sight of a sleek, black motorcycle in the farthest corner of the garage. You had always wanted to ride on one ever since one of Amber’s friends came by the hospital to show his new one off. But you had always been too scared to ask to ride along; working in the ER would do that to a person.

            “Like that? That’s Jungkookie’s, He always wanted one. And Yoongi-hyung and Jiminie bought it for him as a graduation present to encourage him to finish school. He was so excited when he went to go pick it out. It’s his favorite thing. Seems like you like it too. I’m sure if you ask him, he’d take you on a ride. As long as he doesn’t combust from shyness. I’d suggest you wait until you’ve been around him more before you ask him.”

            “Oh no,” you said, turning back towards Tae. “I don’t think that would be very smart. Do you know how many cases in my ER are from motorcycle accidents? I wouldn’t dream of it.” You were sure by the look on Taehyung’s face that he could hear the disappointment in your tone as you tried to fool yourself.

            He smiled. “You know that is the same argument that Jin-hyung said when it was brought home. But I know I have a picture of them riding on it together.”

            Taehyung, then, led you out of the garage. As you ascended the spiral stairs back into the front foyer, you were taken down the hallway where Namjoon had appeared towards the kitchen. The hallway was lined with what looked like framed family portraits of Bangtan throughout the years. There were some of them all together dressed all nice, and a few of them in random units posed in fun ways. It was interesting to see how they grew and changed over the years. But it was, also, sad to see how young they were. You paused in front of what appeared to be their first family photo. Where the other photos were in suits or business casual attire, their first picture looked as if they had watched too many hip-hop music videos. Dressed in fake basketball jerseys and hats, or in layered phony designer shirts and too much eyeliner, they looks so young and inexperienced. You almost didn’t recognize Namjoon with his crazy hair and dark glasses, or Jimin with his very tanned skin and shaggy black hair. And Jungkook looked like he had barely started puberty with his round doe-eyes. It really made you wonder what could cause such young kids to turn to gang life. Yoongi and Namjoon you understood since Yoongi had explained his side to you. But were all their stories the same? You had to figure out how to ask them.

       The kitchen looked like it belonged to a showroom with top-of-the-line appliances set against stunning marble counter tops. You imagined this is what a world class chef would want. It was beyond clean and spacious with a large capacity refrigerator and freezer, a fully stocked wine cabinet that almost reached the ceiling, a huge stove and dual ovens, and a large island that could be used for anything. Off the main part, set against a large set of windows that overlooked a courtyard in the middle of the Magic Shop, was a cozy breakfast nook and a fully stocked coffee bar that could meet the needs of the pickiest of coffee drinkers. There were a few different machines for different types of coffee, syrups, stirrers, and different sugars. The enticing smell of whatever Namjoon had made still permeated the room.

            The only thing that was missing was the staff to man such a space. Perhaps they had the morning off?

            Taehyung opened up the fully stocked cabinets, pantry, and fridge to show off their contents and told you to that you would help yourself to anything whenever you wanted.

            “We always make extra so you can have whatever. Or, if you would rather cook something for yourself, by all means. But since one of us will be with you, we may offer to do it.”

            “You all cook?” You remembered the amount of food Jin had ordered the first night for you and figured that’s what they did regularly.

            “Some of us do,” he remarked with a shrug. “Namjoon-hyung can only really make coffee. And my skills are a bit limited. But the others are really good at it. We always leave leftovers if we are out late on missions for the other. We try to have family dinner when we are all together. And we talked about letting you come too, since you’ll be here for a while. If you want, that is. But trust me, you’re gonna want to.”

            “So, you make your own food? I would expect a place like this would come with a fleet of cooks since you all would be…busy.”

            Taehyung laughed. “You would think so. But we are pretty self-sufficient. Other than our hired Army, we don’t really have a staff full time. I mean, there are two mechanics that come to tune up the cars every month, a couple ladies who come in to do a deep clean every three months or so, and Jin brings in a couple helpers once in a while when he’s stuck in whatever he’s working on. But that’s only a very few very trusted people. They’re all older locals though who we’ve helped over the years, so we know they won’t betray us. It’s just safer if we keep it low. When we bring in new people, it’s blind like how we did with you. Not that we don’t trust you. I mean…” Taehyung started trying to figure out how to better explain it.

            “It’s alright. I understand. I am a stranger to you guys. Despite how many card games I’ve beat you at or coffee dates you take me on.” You smiled as your little joke seemed to ease the tension. “It makes sense really. It’s better to be cautious. If anything happens to me, I wouldn’t be able to say anything even if I could.”

            “Hey,” Tae brought his hand to your shoulder, face very serious, “nothing is going to hurt you here. I trust you. Call it my superpower, but I can read people really well. All the years on the street do that to a person. You are a good person. Otherwise, we would have blindfolded you before you stepped out of the car. Everyone agreed to welcome you in our home not just because of all you’ve done for Hyung. We could have just set you up in a safe house if I thought you were up to something.”

            You were sure he was being genuine with you. He did seem like he was going very beyond the bare minimum he needed to do had it been some other person. You knew he was trying to make you feel safe and comfortable in this whole situation. They were doing so much for you, you just needed to allow yourself to relax and not think about all the other things. You tried to ignore the dark cloud that kept coming up the second you started to forget their profession and focus on the person.

            From the kitchen, you were lead to the outside courtyard. It must have been intended to be a beautiful event space in its conception. There were moss covered statues, an elegant fountain surrounded by ivy covered iron benches, and beautiful plants that brought so much color to the space. Above, there was a façade that looked like a tapered roof covered in ripped tarps that Tae explained let in a lot of light and rain but kept anyone or thing from seeing inside. Bangtan had really thought of everything to keep the Magic Shop secret. Across the courtyard and through another door, you were shown an impressive gym with an attached studio that Taehyung explained was used for combat training, dance practice, or anything they wanted. Next to that was a shower, steam room, and a large indoor swimming pool. All of which was fair game for you to use if you wanted to.

            After that, the excited man showed you what he deemed ‘the living space’. Up the stairs to the second floor, there was a massive formal dining room, a small library that you really wanted to explore, a small infirmary, a game room, and some office used for whatever they wanted to work on privately. He pointed to another staircase and mentioned that some of their bedrooms were up on the third floor and so were Namjoon’s and Yoongi’s personal workspaces. Jin’s workspace was in the basement, while Jungkook’s room and personal gaming room was on the attic floor with Taehyung’s art studio. There was so much space in this house that you began to wonder if there was a map so you wouldn’t get lost. Before you could try to remember how to get back to the last room, you found yourself in an expansive living room. You figured this may be where you’d be spending a majority of your time. The room was open design with a massive L-shaped couch that seemed like it could fit more than seven, sleek coffee tables, two elegant armchairs with oversized ottomans, and a few beanbag chairs stacked in a corner. Mounted to the wall was a huge flat screen television and on either side of it where towering shelves full of movies, tv series, music, and video games to last a lifetime. There were multiple gaming consoles stacked neatly on top. And on the far wall, there was a small mini fridge, a cupboard with snacks, and a small bar. It was homely and comfortable.

            “We spend a lot of our down time together in here,” Taehyung said, smiling at your awed expression. “It’s probably one of my favorite rooms, besides my bedroom.”

            “I can see why. It has pretty much everything in here. It’s bigger than my apartment. Well, this house is so large it’s a wonder how you can find anyone in here. I still haven’t seen Jimin, Jungkook, or Jin. I feel like I could walk right past them in here and never know it.”

            “Well, Jin is on the basement level working on something. We won’t need to go down there. There is nothing there that’d interest you. Honestly, it’s a bit more confusing to get down there anyway so just try to stay on the first two floors. But. he’ll come up for lunch in a while. Since I didn’t see Jungkook in here or the gym, my guess is that he is probably still in his room. He was up late last night playing video games and is most likely still sleeping. But if ever in doubt, always start looking for him in the gym or where his games are. As for Jimin, I’m not sure where he is. He was excited for you to come to the Magic Shop. I thought he would meet us in the front or outside. That was his plan anyway. Something might have come up. I’m sure we’ll see him at lunch. Oh yeah, there’s someone else I want you to meet. Now, where is he?”

            Suddenly, while you were distracted by some of the framed, less staged photos on the wall, something small and fuzzy ran across your foot. You shrieked and it took everything in your body to keep from kicking at whatever it was as you fell back into one of the armchairs. Taehyung let out a loud laugh that filled the space and had him holding his sides.

            “Tannie! There’s my baby boy.” You turned over the chair to watch him stoop over and pick up a small black and brown Pomeranian puppy. The puppy yipped happily and gave his owner sloppy kisses that Tae returned. “I was wondering where you had gotten off too. Such a silly boy. You shouldn’t scare our guest like that. She’s a nice girl, the one I told you about. Say you’re sorry.”          

            The puppy let out a big yawn. You weren’t sure if that was the apology Taehyung was expecting.

            “Sorry, I didn’t mean to react like that. I’ve been a bit jumpier than usual. I wasn’t expecting such a tiny thing to come running at me. You guys never mentioned that you had a dog.”

            “I didn’t? That doesn’t sound like me. I could have sworn I had talked about him a few times back in the hospital.” If you were honest, he might have. But there were plenty of times when you were fighting your many battles about trusting them that you tuned out most of the conversations. “This is Yeontan. He’s only eight months old. You don’t mind dogs, do you?”

            “No, I like all animals. He’s very cute,” you pushed off from the chair and stepped a bit closer. When Taehyung held the small dog out to you, you reached over and lightly scratched him behind his fuzzy ear. Yeontan let out a happy noise and licked your hand. You laugh a bit. “He’s so sweet. But I’ll be honest. I would never have suspected someone like you to have such a tiny dog.”

            “Oh, sure. I get that. Jungkookie keeps saying we should get a Doberman as a guard dog. That would definitely fit our image better. But I could never replace Tannie. He’s all mine.” Taehyung hugged the puppy close, and it warmed your heart. “I’ve always wanted a little dog ever since I was a kid. But a bad home life made it difficult. But all the guys pulled together and helped me get this little guy as a present. And I sold a few pieces in order to save up for classes so I could better take care of him. I wanted to be the best owner for him.”

            The way that Taehyung spoke and interacted with the dog was such a juxtaposition to the wicked mafia persona you had figured hid beneath. It was so cute that you could only wonder if someone would ever treat you with the same amount of affection. Had you not known about that side of his life, you’d swear he was just this lovable guy with a large heart. Though, something he had said gave you pause.

            “Save up? I feel like you all have more money than I can even imagine. I mean,” you made a grand gesture to the room, “why would you need to save up for anything?”

            “I’m sure it seems that way. Sure, we’re pretty well off. But when we first started, we were so poor, we didn’t have enough money to eat. We stole from the gas station just to eat once a day. And when we started out, we were nobodies, so it wasn’t like we were making anything. Whatever we did earn from gang activities went to important things like medicine and renting a room for the night, so we didn’t have to sleep on the street. Then, it went towards necessities, like weapons for protection or clothes so we wouldn’t freeze in the winter. Or bail when we got caught by the police. So, to ensure we would be able to make it and not be picked off by the other gangs, we got day jobs. Namjoon worked the gas station we stole from to make it up to the old man who owned it, Yoongi-hyung was a delivery boy, and Hobi-hyung and Jimin worked at a dance studio. Kookie and I found ways to help. The only one who had any money was Jin-hyung. His family was loaded. When I first met Jin-hyung, before I met the others, he was a student, and I was a street kid just trying not to go home. I saw him at a bus stop I used to tag all the time. He said my work was cool and just like a puppy, I started hanging around him. He fed me and even tried to teach me what he was learning since I dropped out. Then we met the others and Jin-hyung was using his money to help us. But when his father learned who he was hanging around, he cut him off. Until he was able to black mail his father.”

            “But,” Taehyung continued, seeing how off topic he was getting, “the point was, we always had other ways to get money that weren’t gang related. Even now, as big as we are, we still have little side jobs we do. It breaks up the monotony and gives us a little bit of an escape. What we earn from gang activities belongs to Bangtan; the upkeep of the house, paying Army, hospital bills, and our equipment. Anything we earn from our side hustle is ours for our own pleasure. That dance studio that Jimin and Hobi-hyung worked at, they now own. Jungkookie competes in videogame competitions and films himself playing games on the internet. Jin continues his family business, without his actual family. And Namjoon-hyung and Yoongi-hyung did music underground back in the day before all the gang stuff, and they still do. They write and produce demos and sell them. You’ve probably heard a few of their stuff. And we all help them sometimes. We joke that if we weren’t in this line of work, we’d probably be a world-renowned band. Funny huh?”

            Wow, you thought as you tried to process what he had just told you. There is so much more to these guys than I thought. How can they be this down to earth?

            “And what do you do?”

            “I told you that I used to be a street artist, right? Nothing too special; just tagging and doing funny graffiti. But the others really inspired me to keep going. Hell, Namjoon got arrested with me when I was attempting to improve some offensive street art someone left outside one of our favorite places just because he wanted to see me improve myself. Now, I’ve moved to a bunch of different mediums; I’ve tried charcoal, photography, drawing, and painting. I took all of those pictures,” he said pointing to the walls. “It’s pretty easy to find a muse when you have a great support system. Here let me show you some of my pieces.” He took your hand and led you out of the living room with a bounce in his step.

            He took you up the stairs and to his art room. You were fairly positive that this was not supposed to be part of the tour since this was where their more private spaces were. But the look on Tae’s face when he showed you his art room was enough to show you that he was very excited to show off his work to you. The room had hardwood floors and walls covered with different sizes of framed pictures of different famous artists that he admired. The room was loaded with supplies like stacks of canvases, drawing supplies and paints, different cameras, and drop clothes to protect the floor. There was a small couch and chairs that you recognized from some of the family portraits. He went over to a desk and grabbed a book. It was labeled Vante, which you remember used to be his street artist name before he shortened it to V for his gang related work. He flipped through the book and handed it to you when he found what he was looking for. There were pictures of different art pieces he had made. Each page had photos of the progression and the finished product with handwritten notes next to it as to when it was sold and for how much. The numbers made your eyes widen. There were things that you would expect to see in a museum. You were speech-less.

            He grabbed your hand once again and led you out of the studio and into the hallway. There were some more pieces hanging throughout the hallways, those he wouldn’t part with. There was one that was so breathtaking; it was a black and gray background, with a single light source from up center. In the center of the spotlight was a dancer clad in white, whose body was carved through shadows and face shown pale in the light, eyes closed in a serene way as if he was lost in the music you couldn’t hear. His arm was extended up to the light like a ballet dancer, so graceful. His hair, a steely blue, and the gathering shadows accentuate his sharp yet delicate features. And the more you looked at it, the more you began to realize that you had seen this person before.

            It was Jimin.

            As you were led to more art pieces, you started to realize that Taehyung had used Bangtan in many of them. They were breath taking. Not only were they all so good-looking, but the way Taehyung painted or photographed them made them look otherworldly. Near the end of a staircase that would lead to the top floor back to the floor some of their bedrooms could be found on, you found yourself stopped in front of what you came to realize was your favorite. It was a black and white photo made to look like a painting. There were seven people in front of a white background that looked like hands reaching out for each other. Five of the seven were leaning on each other, hunched over in a dramatic way. In the center were the final two, both with their arm up, one reaching for the sky and the other grasping the first wrist afraid to slip and let go. It was so simple yet complex, so artistic. You weren’t sure how long you were staring at it until Taehyung’s voice cut through your thoughts.

            “I was commissioned to make this for someone. But when it was done, I couldn’t part with it. The others loved it too. They hated that I was supposed to sell it to someone who wouldn’t understand it. So, Yoongi-hyung paid the commissioner for it, three times what he was going to pay me for it. Said he didn’t care how much the man wanted for it. It meant so much to us that it was priceless. Yoongi-hyung says it’s his favorite. I think it’s yours too.”

            “It’s so beautiful. You are truly an amazing artist.”

            “I have some great muses.”

            Taehyung and you stood there in silence a bit more before the silence was broken by someone coming out of one of the rooms. It was Hoseok. He looked a bit disheveled and breathless as if he had just run a mile, hair no longer sleek and tidy. He closed the door softly and turned with a grin, licking his lips in some sort of victory. He clapped his hands together and started down the hall with a hop in his step.

            He froze when he saw the two of you looking at him. “Umm...” he started nervously, “what are you two doing up here?”

            Oh right, I’m probably not meant to be up here. That’s why he’s confused. You turned your eyes back to the floor and your shoulders started to hunch. You didn’t want to intrude on their space. You were just following Taehyung and thought it was okay. But it would seem like not everyone was alright with his idea.

            Tae noticed the change in your posture and was having none of that, especially after he worked so hard to get you out of your shell to begin with. “I told you I was going to show her around the house. I was showing Y/N some of my artwork in my studio and figured I would show off the good ones. She really likes this one. I can’t say I blame her.”

            Hobi looked over at the painting. “Oh yeah, it is pretty. But don’t you have a copy of it in your phone you could have shown her? I thought we were just gonna keep it to the ground floors until Namjoon-.”

            “I’m sorry,” you said, arms wrapping around yourself in a nervous way. “I’m not trying to intrude. I wouldn’t have come up here unless Taehyung had brought me.”

            Hoseok noticed the way your hand clenched at your clothes and how you didn’t look at him in the face. And suddenly, he felt bad. “Shit, I didn’t mean it like that. I was just surprised. We normally don’t have people up here. I wasn’t expecting you. I don’t care if you come up here. Just as long as you don’t go into any rooms without permission.”

            “Well, of course she won’t, hyung. You see how nervous she is just at the thought of intruding. I just didn’t want her sitting in one room all day. Jeez, she’ll probably be hanging on the first two floors anyways. That’s where all the fun is.”

            Hobi threw his hands up in defeat. “Alright, Taehyungie, I get it. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it. Y/N, I’m sorry. I was just surprised. It’s been a long morning.” You nodded your head in confirmation.

            “Now to a better point. What were you doing?” Taehyung fixed his hyung with an accusing look and a smirk from behind you. As if I can’t guess.

            Hobi frowned back at Taehyung before pushing his hand through his hair to tidy himself back up. “I was making sure Hyung went to rest and not back to work. You know how Yoongi-hyung can be when he’s away from his screens. He took some convincing but he’s asleep now in his room. And I,” he fished a key from the pocket of his jeans, “stole the key to the Genius Lab so he won’t be tempted to sneak in and work. He should be out for a few hours. He may skip lunch for now, but I’ll make sure he eats before he needs to have his next dosage for you.” He smiled brightly at you. “So, what do you think of the Magic Shop?”

            “It’s incredible. You guys must have really worked hard to make it so beautiful.”

            “Yeah, it took a few years to get right. But it’s been such a great sanctuary for us. Tell you what, I need to go into town for a bit. I’m sure Taehyung has told you about the dance studio if he’s showing off all his side work. I need to pick up Jimin. He apparently was called in this morning to help with some minor things but he’s not feeling too well to drive back alone. But when I get home, I’ll show you something we’ve been working on with the kids in our class. It’s really fun. Then we can all have lunch.” Hobi moved past you two, making sure to greet Tannie with a series of silly voices and pets.

            Taehyung gave his hyung a confused look. “Is Minnie okay?”

            “Yeah, he’s fine. It’s just about the end of the month. I’m sure he’s gonna try to push it off again.” Realization dawned on Taehyung and he smacked his head for overlooking it with everything going on. You didn’t ask what they meant since it really wasn’t your business. Perhaps it was just some stress related thing that focused on his time of the month. You were sure with everything going on, Bangtan must push themselves too far and that leads to poor health. If Jimin was sick, you would be happy to check him out since you were there to be an in-home care. It would give you something else to focus on. The two said goodbye and Hobi dashed down the stairs.

            “Come on, let’s take Tannie out in the courtyard and I’ll show you some more of pieces on the way.

            You happily followed him, chasing after the positive feeling you had earlier. Your anxieties had been growing more difficult to contain. It must be because you weren’t taking your medicine. You were hoping Dr. Na would have been helpful in finding out what it was so you could get back on track. But with everything that happened back at the hospital, you hadn’t been so lucky. You didn’t even turn in the script he had given you for a mild antianxiety medication to take in its place because you were still so mad at him and hurt. And yet, here you were with the people who ruined him for you, acting like they were your friend. All these feelings and emotions were confusing.

            As you arrived back on the second floor and at the landing of the familiar staircase, you both could hear someone walking around, pacing by the sounds of it. At first, you thought it was Hoseok again, but Namjoon’s voice could be heard just a harsh whisper. Whoever he was talking to, he was not happy about something.

            “I can’t believe you are trying to blow me off right now. How is that fair? My family needs security. Didn’t you say it would only take you a few hours? I know I got the dates mixed up but that shouldn’t matter to you. If you haven’t noticed, my family’s been in a bit of chaos recently and you were supposed to help ease some of my tension with information. At least tell me what you do have. What do you mean you aren’t done with your initial check? Why isn’t it done? I’m sure you’re busy, but you owe me!” The closer the two of you got to the stairs, the more you could pick up the frustration in Namjoon’s voice. He walked from a hallway near the bottom of the stairs, phone raised to his ear. He had changed from his morning clothes into a pair of jeans and a blue sweater, something more presentable. He didn’t seem aware of the two of you, so engrossed with his conversation. His eyes were narrow behind his glasses. He was agitated in a way you hadn’t seen since he saved you from Choi the first time. And you were not a fan of seeing him angry. “You said you’d come today and now you’re flaking out on me when I need you? That’s really great, Jackson. No, I am not overreacting. I trusted my gut to a point, but I need hard facts here. I needed them yesterday. Just go with it? Jackson, they’re in my house now, and you’re telling me to go with it?! No, two days is not okay! Don’t make me chase you down, you son of a bitch.” He let out a growl that didn’t fit with his current image. Taehyung didn’t like how mad his leader was getting. The younger knew full well what Namjoon was so angry about and he wished he hadn’t used a flighty character like Jackson to do something Tae could have easily done. But he knew that Namjoon needed an outsider’s opinion. “Fucking fine, how long? You better be here in two days or so help me…,” he let the person on the other end of the phone fill in the blank before he ended the call with a huff.

            Taehyung took the opportunity to clear his throat to announce your presence, which startled Joon more than he would have liked. It took him a second before he let his emotions slip back behind the mask of a calm leader you had come to expect. You were aware that Tae was standing closer to you than before, like he was securing your place next to him.

            “Everything ok, hyung?”

            “Yeah, sorry, didn’t see you there. How much did you hear?”

            “Just you getting mad. But don’t worry, it’s all good.” You gather that Taehyung knew exactly what Namjoon was wanting from this Jackson person but didn’t want to explain it to you. He grabbed your hand with his free one and pulled you down the stairs. “Y/N got to meet Tannie. We know how much he doesn’t like new people and, guess what, he likes her. How great is that? He never likes people other than you guys so quickly. He must know she’s a good person.”

            You weren’t sure what else that was supposed mean, but it made the wheels in Namjoon’s head start to turn. Was that conversation about you? Did he not trust you in his home? Then why had they discussed bringing you here? He had hesitated back when Taehyung had mentioned showing you around the house. You knew they wanted to be careful, but wasn’t it their idea to bring you in? Why would he be so concerned now? You remember that he was supposed to talk to you about it before bringing you here but had forgotten. Was it more than just easing you into this that he wanted to talk about? Maybe this was a mistake? Or were you just overthinking things again?

            “Well, I’m taking Y/N to the courtyard. Don’t let Jackson mess you up. You’re smarter than him anyways. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

            You started to follow Taehyung back down the hall. As you passed, you could tell that Namjoon was struggling with something. If it was about you, you wanted to tell him that you would do whatever made them more comfortable, even if that meant staying in one place like you wanted to with Hoseok. But Taehyung took your hand again and gave it a squeeze, like he knew you were overthinking things again. “Wait a second,” Namjoon said, voice sounding like he had come to a firm decision.

            The two of you stopped and looked back at Bangtan’s leader. He took a deep breath. “Y/N, I’m glad you’re here. And I mean it when I say welcome to our home. This is a bit new for us but considering the circumstances, this is the best option. Jin and I had been talking before about what happens when you come here, and both agree that we want you to be comfortable and not worried about anything. So, that being said, we came to an agreement about something very important. And I’ll let you decide what happens here. I know you said you want us to keep the darker side of our work away from you, and we have tried to respect that as much as possible. Being in our home may make that a bit more challenging. But we are still willing to do that if you want us to. But if you want, this may make being here a whole lot easier and may clear up some of those hesitations about us you may have,”

            You were willing to listen to what he had to say. “What is it?”

            “Yeah, hyung,” Taehyung said, tentatively, unsure of where this was going. “What do you mean? I don’t think we’ve talked about whatever this is.”

            “We haven’t Tae. But Jin-hyung and I talked about it before and based on some gut feelings, this may be for the best for everyone. But it ultimately falls on Y/N to decide. Jin would like to say ‘hello’ to you. He’s in his lab.”

            “Lab?” You had heard them mention a lab many times but you didn’t think that’s what it was. But by the way that Taehyung reacted to and, and how he had mentioned how you wouldn’t want to go down there, made you realize this was more than that.

            “Namjoon-hyung, are you sure about that?”

            He waved Taehyung off. “Like I said, this may make things for you much easier to understand and take some fear of us away. But if you prefer, we can just ignore it fully. But if you are willing, Jin-hyung would like to show you something in his lab. Jin-hyung does a lot of research and is working on something very important that may change how you see us. But it’s important. But if you don’t want to, I’ll understand, and we’ll keep pretending like nothing has changed. I give you control.”

            You hadn’t had much control over the life you could remember. Leaving your ex and choosing to help Bangtan was really the first taste of control you had, and it was still scary. Maybe being in the dark was a good option. But them allowing you to have a say really meant a lot to you. The fear of what you would find out started to be outweighed by the prospect of clarity. But what if they were wrong? Was it better to stay in the dark? You started to wring your hands together. You had already started to change your view of them since Yoongi had talked about his past and Taehyung had showed you things you would have never thought you’d come to see from them. Was that enough to trust that Namjoon was doing what he thought was best? Looking into his eyes, you saw only patience as he allowed you time to process all the thoughts and feelings.

            You took a deep breath. “I hope this goes the way you planned.”

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            As you followed in step behind Namjoon and Taehyung, with Yeontan held comfortably in the younger’s hand, in a darkened tunnel, you were really hoping that this would go the way Namjoon had hoped. They had taken you from the front foyer where you had started and down the same hall that led to the kitchen. You had been so had been so distracted by the pictures on the wall that you hadn’t noticed that there was an arched door to the left just before you reached the end of the hall. Namjoon pressed his thumb against a scanner on the doorknob and the sound of multiple heavy locks snapped open echoed against the walls. The door swung open to a granite stairway that was dimly lit. Namjoon had explained that this used to take guests down to the old train platform before they renovated it. When they had first taken residence, it had been so ill-kempt and dilapidated that they worried the tunnels would collapse. Most of the platforms and tunnels had been sealed and closed off. And a few that were in good condition were converted into something useful. But the biggest had been designated as Jin’s personal work area. At the bottom of the staircase, you could see the old remnants of the old train tunnels and platforms. The tunnel was dimly lit but you could still see the curve of the arched ceiling, the old support beams, the drop off from the platform to the old rail ways. Claustrophobia started to tighten its fingers around your throat, and your fingers tightened around the strap of your bag in some way to ground yourself. You were sure that anyone who had stumbled into here would have found it abandoned and unsafe. Which, in hindsight, was probably what Bangtan wanted. But you reminded yourself that they wouldn’t put you in danger. And this was supposed to help you.

            Ahead of you, Taehyung and Namjoon were whispering to each other. You were trying not to eavesdrop, but you did catch that Tae seemed worried about this plan. At least he was trying to keep his promise to you and keep you away from things like this. You really did appreciate that and found yourself believing that he really was your friend here. This was a very big deviation from the plan that the two of you had agreed upon a few weeks ago. But something in the way that you caught Namjoon’s plea for the younger to trust him made you want to believe that this was to make everything better. You understood that this was a very big step for them and something that would probably never be taken into consideration. So, this had mean more than you anticipated. You didn’t want to try to imagine what you were being led to. Could it be a scare tactic to make sure you didn’t talk, or something to bribe you? Neither of those fit with the way that Namjoon had presented the option to come down here and you wanted to believe that Taehyung wouldn’t allow it. You took a deep breath to try to refocus your mind on anything else.

            After a bit, as you started to wonder if there was ever an end to this dark tunnel, you could just make out the bricked-up wall that blocked the rest of the way. It was a dead-end, complete with road blockers covered in an inch of dust, caution tape that looked ancient, and crumbling stones. Another façade. Namjoon reached out to one of the broken bricks and pulled it down like it was a lever, which it was, as a door clicked. The door of bricks slid open like some secret passageway in a spy movie revealing a thick wall of steel and a flood of bright light illuminated your shocked face.

            You felt like Alice after she fell down the rabbit hole as you stepped from the dark granite onto sterile white tile. How could you still be in the same place? Taehyung had called it a basement workshop and Namjoon had called it a lab, but this was beyond what you could have imagined based on those descriptions. It was like you had stepped into some blockbuster superhero’s hideaway. The lab was large, larger than the pharmaceutical one at Mercy. There seemed to be sections where different projects were being handled. Stainless steel tables were covered with different lab equipment that looked familiar, vials filled with many different liquids and powders, microscopes of varying sizes and usages, chemical analyzers, and centrifuges of the highest quality. On a wall, there were many canisters of different drugs based on the labels you could make out, many of them you had used in the hospital.  Two people in white lab coats were noting some results of something in a petri dish that you were sure you didn’t want to know what it was. Looking behind the amount of lab equipment, there was a small medical area that looked like a walk-in clinic you had visited once before coming to Central. There was an exam table, stretcher, enough emergency medical supplies that made you feel like you were back in the ER. If they had all of this at their disposal, they surely didn’t really need you around. You remembered Jin had once mentioned he had medical training and took care of the others, but you assumed it was first aid training and not actual medical training.

            On the other side of the room, as clean and as well organized as the lab and medical area, was another workshop that was dedicated to all sorts of different tools and weapons of their trade. There were blueprints for a variety of items pinned to a board with notes and arrows all around them. There were multiple wide touch screens with information and numbers, molds and mockups, knives, guns, and other weapons in different ranges of finishes. You could see three or four dummies that looked as if they had been very well used. One had a vest on with bullet holes in it, another had slashes and stab marks that you dared not think about. Further back, there was what appeared to be a small shooting target lined with thick glass that you assumed was bulletproof to protect the workers. There was another person in a white lab coat and goggles who was working intently on piecing together a handgun. And in the very center of the room, sat a huge computer with four different large, active screens, was Jin. He was dressed sharply, as he always was, complete with a stark white lab coat. A pair of round silver glasses slid down his nose as he scribbled something on a notepad while looked at something dissolving in a yellow liquid. He looked like some handsome yet mad scientist at work. The glow of the screens cast a pale pallor on his skin and you could see a tiredness on his drawn features. Whatever he was working on, he must have been at it for a while, or was stressing him out a bit.

            “Did I somehow stumble into the Batcave?”

            “Feels like that sometimes. Jin-hyung’s like the Korean Bruce Wayne isn’t he,” Taehyung laughed.

            “I think he’d prefer Tony Stark,” Namjoon remarked.

            “Aren’t they the same thing,” you asked.

            “I’ll ignore that since you’re cute, Darling,” Jin called out, never looking from the liquid in the beaker in his hand. “But there is a preferrable difference.”

            Yeontan started squirming in Taehyung’s arms until he was placed on the tile and ran to Jin’s side. The tiny puppy jumped, trying to climb up into his lap, crying out for more attention.

            “Aish,” Jin exclaimed, dropping the beaker on the table, thankfully not breaking. “Taehyung why is Yeontan in my lab?! We talked about this.”

            “But he missed his Uncle Jin so much,” Taehyung smirked.

            Jin rolled his eyes as he scooped up the puppy and made his way over to the three of you. He handed the puppy back to Taehyung after scratching the pup’s tiny head. “Just keep an eye on him. I don’t want to think of what he could get into.” He turned his attention to you, flashing you a warm smile. “Welcome to my lab, Y/N. I’m so glad you decided to join us down here. I promise that you won’t regret it. I was hoping to meet you when you first got here but I’ve been quite busy. I trust Taehyung has shown you the house. Though,” he fixed the younger with a sideways glance, “I see he didn’t show you where to put your stuff down and has made you carry it all this way. I know I have taught you better manners than that.”

            “No, he’s been such a good host. I just never set it down. Actually, it’s been nice to hang onto,” you explained, saving Taehyung from whatever tongue lashing he was about to receive. “It gives my nervous hands something to do.”

            “Ah, well, we do know a bit about anxiety and habits here. Do whatever you need to feel comfortable.” He dusted off his hands and slipped his glasses into the top pocket of his lab coat.

            Up close, Jin looked just as amazing as always. Your hands tightened around the strap of your bag again, just to keep from getting overwhelmed. This was going to be a normal occurrence if they were all going to be here with you. His pink hair was combed back from his face as if he had ran his fingers through it many times while working. He was wearing a white button up shirt with a grey sweater vest, dark trousers, and polished shoes. Somehow, he always looked like he was modeling for something. Though, you did notice a bit of bruising peeking out on his collarbone.

            “Are you okay? It looks like you had some issues with CrossFit too.”

            Jin looked at you with a look of utter confusion. “CrossFit?”

            You nodded. “Yes, Namjoon has one too. He said he got it from doing CrossFit with you. I hope it doesn’t hurt too much.”

            Jin’s eye were drawn behind you to his members, who were silently trying to communicate without drawing your attention. Joon was pointing to the mark on his own neck before making a pleading motion with his hands. Taehyung was trying to communicate their intention with his eyes as much as possible.

            “Oh yeah,” Jin said, slowly, realization striking him before he slid back into his trained persona so not to arise any suspicion from you. “CrossFit. Right. Well, you know how it goes. He crossed me so I did what I saw fit.” From behind you, Namjoon seemed to choke on air and Taehyung tried his best to stifle a laugh. You turned around to see what was going on, completely confused and clearly missing something. But Jin turned your attention back to him. “Don’t worry about me, Darling. My perfect skin may be marred for the moment but I will survive. But thank you for your concern.”

            “Well, it is sort of my job. Though based on what I see, you really don’t need me.”

            “Nonsense! You are a professional, and we could definitely use someone with your delicate touch. Whatever you may need, you can just ask. And if I don’t have it, I will get it for you faster than any hospital could. I know many higher ups in all the companies in the country and they would leap at the chance to get in my good graces.”

            Suddenly, a loud bang ricocheted off the wall and made you scream and drop your bag, spilling its contents all over the floor. Bangtan only moved from your scream. Jin’s hands came up to grasp your shoulders, steadying you and trying to reassure you of your safety. He bend down so he was able to look into your eyes and whispered assurances that you were alright. From behind Jin, the young man who had been dealing with the handgun had finished piecing it together and fired a shot at the target. He looked over at you with a surprised look on his face, not realizing someone new was in the room. Taehyung had already crossed the room and snatched the gun from the younger’s hands and stowing it away. He gave Soobin a pointed look that spoke volumes. Namjoon had stoop down to start retrieving your bag. 

            “Soobin,” Jin yelled over his shoulder, “you didn’t think to look up before you shot that? Or at least put a silencer on it?”

            “I’m sorry, sir,” the youth replied. “I’m really sorry ma’am.” He scrambled away from the work bench and over to you all to assist Namjoon in locating all of your items.

            “I’m sorry, Darling, I really didn’t want something to scare you. My intention was to make this less scary for you. Here, come sit over here. Take a deep breath for me. Taehyung, can you go get her some water? Take another deep breath, Darling. Yes, just like that.”

            “This was a mistake,” you said between breaths, alternating between wringing and shaking your hands to try get the tremors to stop. Your voice was cracking as you tried to keep from crying out of sheer panic. “I shouldn’t have agreed to come in here. Why did you think this would be a good idea? What was the point? To scare me into keeping your secrets?

            “Absolutely not. We would never want to put you through that. We trust that you won’t say anything. This was to shed some light on what we’re actually doing here.”

            Taehyung appeared next to you with a bottle of water, which you graciously took and swallowed half the bottle.

            “Hyungs,” he pleaded, “maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. We wanted her to be comfortable and she asked us to hide this part of us as much as possible.”

            “And we did,” Jin agreed. “Y/N, we tried. And it was easier when it was just going from your place to the hospital and back. But with you being in our house, unless we lock you up in the living room, it’s going to be hard for you not to see some aspect of our work. That’s why Joon and I had this conversation. We thought that after all the time we spent making this relationship with you that you’d trust us enough. And we thought if you saw what we are working on down here, it might clear the air and ease some of these anxieties that still plague you. But we’ve taken an unexpected turn. Just try to relax. You’re still shaking.”

            “I wish I had taken Doctor Na’s offer for some new anti-anxiety medication,” you muttered to yourself, remembering his suggestion in the stairwell. You had a feeling your anxieties were just going to get worse.

            You looked over as Namjoon came to the desk with your bag, all its contents gathered back inside. All except a familiar clear bottle. Your old medication that you had forgotten was in there since the night Doctor Na had followed you into the stairwell after you saw the exchange of U4-1A. The familiar want you felt then of wanting to down that last pill in the bottle and escape world came back. But you didn’t take it then, you didn’t need it now. You wanted nothing to do with that past life anymore. Hell, you only wanted to know what it was so you could find an alternative that wouldn’t remind you of Daniel. But the temptation was strong as Namjoon held it out for you.

            “This is yours, right,” he questioned. “I found it rolled under a table. And it doesn’t look like anything Jin-hyung’s been working on.”

            “It’s mine,” you said as you took it from him. “It’s old medication from my ex-…um, I mean, from my accident. I ran out and Doctor Na was trying to figure out what it was since the label’s been lost. But our hospital pharmacy couldn’t identify it. I forgot to clean out my bag with…everything going on.”

            “May I?” Jin held out his hand for the bottle. You shrugged, handing it to him. He dumped the pill into his palm and started to examine it with the same focused intensity as he had earlier. He made a face. “A generic white pill with no discernable characteristics. And you don’t remember its name?”

            “I don’t remember ever hearing it. I started taking it after I woke up from my accident. The nurse or my ex would just bring it to me. And then, Daniel would get it refilled after that since I couldn’t drive. When I came to Central, I only had what was left in the bottle and had to space it out. I haven’t taken it for a couple weeks now. It’s probably why my anxiety is really bad.”

            “I can find out what it is for you. I guarantee I’ll have more success than some basic pharmacist fresh out of school. I’ve some connections I can talk with to help me analyze it. And,” Jin held up a hand to silence the protest you were about to pose, “these connections are not gang related. Before I became estranged from my family, I was the second heir to the largest pharmaceutical company in all the country. Despite my father’s best efforts, I was very friendly and charming with our specialists and made plenty of valuable connections to help me in the future. So, if anyone can figure out what this is, it’s me.”

            You were stunned into silence. You remember him mentioning medical training and about his father pushing for a different career, but you never imagined he was a part of the Kim Pharmaceutical dynasty. Of course, you had heard of them; all the hospitals pharmacies in the city were stocked with their products, and every doctor read their research reports and trail information. They beat out every other company when it came to advancements in health services. And they were close to celebrity status amongst the papers. You recalled overhearing some pharmacy interns at lunch talking about them. They mentioned that the company was ran by the Senior Mr. Kim, who had been married twice after his first wife passed, leaving him with two sons to take over the company in the next few decades. The oldest was always showing up in the papers. And the second son was said to be away at some foreign school. Which, now knowing that Jin was the second son, was much better for their publicity than saying ‘a part of the most notorious drug dealing, ruthless Mafia families’. You remembered that night in your apartment when Jin had mentioned blackmailing his father for access to his assets. And, looking around at the lab, it seemed to have paid off well.

            As you let the information settle in your mind, you realized that your hands had stopped shaking and your breathing had evened back out. They had successfully distracted you from your panic so your mind could recenter. Well, you recalled, they did say that they had experience with anxiety.

            “Come on, Y/N,” Taehyung said, gently, “let’s head back upstairs. We’ll find something normal to distract ourselves until the others are ready for lunch.”

            “Alright,” you said with a deep sigh, “but, before I have another panic attack here, what was so important that I had to come down here? Just tell me. Please.”

            “Ah, of course,” Jin said, reaching over to a drawer and pulling out a small clear container. Inside, you could see several small, heart -shaped, pink tablets, no bigger than a breath mint. You had seen the news, read the papers, heard the doctors talking about it. That was U4-1A, Euphoria. When the first few cases had started coming into your ER, you were told to check and see if they had those heart-shaped pills on them, though you had never seen them. The distinct pink color was, also, a dead giveaway; it was the same color the user’s irises turned when they were high on the addictively deadly substance. The few times you had been in the room with some of the addicts that Doctor Na was working with, you recalled a rose-colored ring on the edges of their eyes that seemed so unnatural. Your stomach twisted at the thought of Henry taking the drug from Namjoon when he was supposed to be helping people. He couldn’t even deny it. “You know what this is?”

            “Why the hell would you show that to me?! I asked for one thing. I could look past some things, try to ignore things. Like I could ignore the amount of money coming and going. I could ignore the weapons, or any other reminders. But I asked specificity for this not be mentioned.”

            “Darling,” Jin chided in an amused tone, “I just asked what this was.”

            “Are you fucking for real? It’s Euphoria…”

            “Wrong,” Jin interrupted as he reached out and tapped you on the nose, completely taking you off guard and disarming you. “This isn’t Euphoria, or U4-1A. This is Euphoric. U4-1C.”

            Never heard of that. “Okay. So, what? It’s a knock off?”

            Jin looked offended. “A knock off. My dear, like me, it’s an original that others fail to compare to. It is the only one of its kind and so important to the work we do here. And before you insinuate, no, it is not what started this addict epidemic. The ones who have that despicable honor are Ji and the Royals. This” he held it up to you again so you could see it was more closely shaped like a triangle, “is my solution to it. For the past five or six years now, I have been secretly working on a counter agent to make that horrid drug obsolete and save the people who either willing or unwilling were made to take it. This is going to be the antidote. It’s not finished fully. I haven’t been able to fully identify the exact formula the Royals use. And it’s not an instant cure. But introducing this to someone going through withdrawals, instead of to induce a sexual release, the addict would just need to exert themselves another way, like exercise or something else that released the pleasure signal in the brain. It takes a lot of time and constant dosing but I’ve gotten it to where after so long it can be tapered off from every day to once a month, and soon only once every other month. I am making a cure. And we pass it out to those in need. That’s what I wanted you to see. That we aren’t the bad guys. Well… at least not for this.”

            You let his words absorb and you felt like you had been doused with cold water. So, when Hwasa cornered Namjoon in the hallway of the hospital and took something from his pocket and mentioned ‘someone will find your kindness absolutely… euphoric’, she was taking an antidote to someone addict to U4-1A? That means…what Namjoon had given Henry, what Henry had used for his patients, what he couldn’t talk about was that he was accepting a possible progressive treatment for the poor souls in the hospital. He was, indeed, a good person. And you had thought the worst of him. Any time he tried to talk to you, you’d run in the other direction. You blocked his number and deleted any trace in your phone. You had thrown away everything because you didn’t want to believe him when he had begged you to trust him. 

            “Oh my god,” was all you could say as your head fell into your hands. “I have made a total ass of myself.” Was there a chance Henry would listen to your apology after all of that?

            “You see,” Taehyung said, “I told you we knew the damage Euphoria does to people. We’ve been trying to fight this.”

            “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Like that night in the car?”       

            “It’s still a work in progress and a secret,” Namjoon said. “Only a few gangs that have proven trustworthy know we supply it. And they distribute it within their own territory. Or, in the case of your doctor friend, those who did us a great service. We did intimidate him into silence. Which was what you must have seen. Can’t say I blame you for what you thought based on what it looked like. He’d get more if he stayed silent. We don’t want our name attached to it just yet. The Royals already want us dead based on our past with them and our part in the Great War. If they knew what Jin-hyung was doing, it would a bigger target on our backs. But once it’s completely finished, then we’ll openly distribute it to the hospitals and clinics. But we hope that you understand the importance of this secret for us. It’s more than just our lives at risk if the wrong people get word of it. And if Choi already thinks that you’re with us, imagine how much worse it will be when he finds out that we are destroying yet another income for them. Do you understand, Y/N?”

            “This whole time, you’ve been doing a great feat and I’ve been so focused on the rumors. You really are the good guys trying to help?”

            “We’re really good at hiding ourselves. We’ve had years of practice showing the persona we want people to believe.

            “Yeah,” Taehyung said with a cheeky grin, “I mean look at Namjoon-hyung. He puts on a persona that he’s smooth when, in reality, he’s a giant dork who breaks everything he touches.”

            “I’ll break you, you fucking brat.”

            Jin reached out and knocked both of them upside the head. “Language!”

            And you laughed. You laughed without the weight of anxiety or fear weighing you down. For the first time, you felt like you were truly safe.

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            The next couple of days went by in a pleasant way, falling into a simple routine that you started to look forward to. One of them would pick you up in the morning, making sure to stop by Holli’s Café for a morning caffeine fix, before taking different ways to the Magic Shop that ensured you were still none-the-wiser as to how to get there. Once there, you would find Yoongi either waiting in the kitchen for you or in the expansive gym where you would start with his rehabilitation exercises after you checked and redressed his wounded shoulder. Now that Yoongi was home, there was a difference from the person at the hospital. He was still quiet but much more open to conversations and approachable. The conversations between the two of you were deep and easy like the ones you had with Amber. And you looked forward to them. There was one time you had made a stupid joke that had made him laugh freely. And that felt like a simple accomplishment that warmed you up. And you couldn’t help but find his laugh adorable. One morning, he brought you to his ‘Genius Lab’. According to the others, it was incredibly rare that he even mentioned his safe haven to outsiders, let alone let them see it. But he had made an exception for you.

            The Genius Lab was more like an office where Yoongi spent a good deal of time juggling between work, reflection, and solitude when the world became too much. The space suited his style; grey walls with dark accents and floors, a sleek black desk with three large monitors and computer equipment. Opposite the desk was a long black leather couch that looked quite comfortable. And the room was completely soundproof. When he had brought you into the Genius Lab, he showed off some of his work. You watched as he pulled up different views of various streets all over Central, some storefronts where he pointed out Bangtan’s hired help stationed out front, and the exteriors of the hospital popped up on the screens. You were very thankful that they were still monitoring your workplace. Yoongi tapped on a few keys and different angles of your apartment appeared across the screens, both outside and inside. He played back your morning; Hobi pulling up in a nondescript black car, him swaying to the music in his earpiece as he rode the elevator up, to letting himself into your apartment and waiting for you with Holli’s coffee in his hand. You remembered Taehyung telling you about the cameras they put in your apartment that first morning. While you thought it would be more invasive, you found comfort in his watchfulness.

            This morning had started as usual; Jin had come to pick you up this time to bring you to the Magic Shop. The only one you hadn’t seen since arriving at the Magic Shop was Jimin. He hadn’t appeared at lunch the first day as you expected. You shrugged it off, remembering that Hobi had mentioned he hadn’t been feeling well. But you still hadn’t seen or heard from him. The drive over to the Magic Shop was as winding and secretive as always. Though they had started going in a different way. From the street, it looked as if he had pulled up to an abandoned auto mechanic gas station in the lower section of town. At the touch of a button on the dashboard, a spray-painted door rolled open to a dark tunnel that ended at the parking level of the Magic Shop. You wanted to question how the construction worked or how it had remained secret but decided against it.

            As you ascended the spiral staircase after Jin, that was where the morning took an unusual turn.

            When you stepped into the large front foyer, you were greeted by the sounds of a struggle. Instinctually, you grabbed ahold of Jin’s arm and hid behind his broad shoulders, causing him to chuckle at the cute action. Coming through the front door was a blindfolded man being dragged in by both arms by Yeonjun and another hired staff member. He was yelling all sorts of vulgarities and kicking out in many directions, like he was throwing a tantrum and not trying to escape.

            “Motherfucker! I told you to stop manhandling me like this! You know who I am? I will mess you up!”

            “Such dramatics,” Jin bemused, “He acts like he hasn’t gone through this before. Yeonjun, did he cause you a lot of trouble?”

            “Sir,” Yeonjun snapped to attention, still keeping his captive held tightly. “He tried to give us the slip. We met him at the appointed time but he tried to run. Even tried to jump out of the car.”

            Jin tsked. “Jackson, so disappointing. I thought we had a better relationship than that.”

            “Jin,” Jackson called out, head snapping in different directions to try and focus on him from behind the blindfold, “buddy, come on. I got the times mixed up and your boy jumped on me. Can we take this stupid blindfold off? I thought we’d be past this.”

            “Jackson, you are like a rash; unwanted, hard to deal with, and annoying.”

            “Damn, that hurt.” Yeonjun shoved Jackson forward, causing the man to stumble freely. He ripped the blindfold off his face and turned back to the younger, fist clenched. “Fucking punk, I’ll wipe that fucking smile off your prepubescent face!”

            “Jackson,” Jin said in a commanding tone that in any other situation would be attractive. Stop it, you mentally screamed. “Refrain from threatening my employee in my home before I let him show you why he’s one of our best. Be a good boy and mind your manners. I’ll go get Namjoon to deal with you. Yeonjun, just make sure he stays here and doesn’t try to slip something into his pocket again. I’ll be right back.” Jackson snorted and rolled his eyes as he straightened himself out. Jin turned around to you, taking your hand and giving it a squeeze. “I’ll be back in a moment, Darling. Don’t worry, Jackson is like a tiny dog; he’s all bark and nothing else, and easy to kick.” Jin’s eye flicked up towards the corner of the room with a sharp look before he turned back to you with a smile. That was weird. “Yoongi-ah should be here soon. Just hang tight and introduce yourself if you want to. And if Jackson does anything ungentlemanly, just tell Yeonjun and he’ll make him regret it.”

            Before you could beg to just run upstairs, Jin patted you on the shoulder and disappeared. You had to remember that Bangtan would never leave you in any danger since they were bound to protect you. You remembered hearing Namjoon mention Jackson’s name before and figured they wouldn’t bring someone into their home that was a danger. You looked over to Jackson. The man’s dual toned hair was messy from his struggling. He pulled a pair of sunglasses from his baggy pants pocket and pushed them up onto his head, like a makeshift headband.

            Then, he noticed you. And you felt like you were a mouse caught in a snake’s site. A cool smile smoothed across his lips as he made his way over to you.

            “Well, look at you. I’ve never seen you around here before. What’s a cute, little thing like you doing here? I’m Jackson. You need anything, I’m the one who will know how and where to find it. Individual contractor. Know-it-all extraordinaire. Master of the Silver Tongues.” He offered his hand out for yours.

            “Um, hi, I’m Y/N.” You hesitated to shake his hand.

            “So, what are you? You’re too cute to be related to any of them. You look far too meek to be one of us. And I’d hope you have better taste than to be trying to date one of these losers when someone like me exists. I can tell you, you can do better. I’ve known these guys for a long time. Trust me, they’ve got odd taste that would disagree with such a cute mouse like you.”

            You retracted your hand. Jackson started to circle you, eyeing you up and down. It wasn’t threatening but you kept your eyes on him. Yeonjun gave you a look but you waved him off for the moment. You could handle yourself.

            “I’m a nurse. I’m assisting them after an incident.”

            “Ooh a nurse? What luck, I’m in need of some attention after all that rough housing.” He winked. “Oh, shit, wait, you’re the one that ran into the gun fight? And took out one of the Royal’s guys? I heard he’s still recovering from severe concussion. Mad respect, sweetheart.”

            “How do you know about that?”

            “I make it my business to know things. That’s how I make a living. And why I’m in such demand. Word of what you did has made its rounds through many circuits. Though, I’ll be honest, I’d never be able to put your face to it. And that’s a good thing in this world. Though, if you want to be extra safe from the bad guys, you may want to reconsider who you’re staying with.”

             “What do you mean by that?” You turned to follow his eyes as he kept circling you. “Bangtan seems to be taking good care of me. And I don’t mean anything by this, but I haven’t heard anything about you until now.”

            “Isn’t that the point? I’m good at staying secret, keeping things secret. And they’re so high profile, it would be easy to find you if they slipped up. There are some things that can’t be bought from me. Like a cute, little mouse. And if I wanted to keep someone safe, I’d make sure no one ever found them. Especially, if they are as interesting as you.”

            “I’m interesting?”

            “How could you not be? You’re so innocent, so different from all the other people I’ve ever met. You just want to help, didn’t know what you were running into. And now you’re stuck, hiding from the mean world that is trying to punish your good deed. I mean, I’ve been their friend for years and I can’t say I’d run into a fight with Choi to save someone he’s trying to kill. So yeah, you’re the most interesting person in the world. And I’d love to get to know you better. Maybe you’ll let me take you out sometime to prove I’m a better waste of your time.”

            “And what makes you think I’d be okay with that?”

            “Well, I can give you a hundred reasons to leave these losers behind.” He stopped circling and leaned in so his nose was only a breath away from yours. “But I’m the only one that you need.”

            Unbeknownst to Jackson, Yoongi had appeared at the top of the staircase as Jackson started circling you. He watched the interaction with a scowl on his face. He descended the stairs with a ghostly quiet until he was right behind the rogue. You noticed him as Jackson had stopped to lean towards you and your breath caught in your throat. He looked mad, a fierce protectiveness was present in his dark eyes. He appeared at the right moment. Then, you realized. Yoongi had cameras in the Magic shop, he had mentioned it. And the look Jin had given to the wall that you didn’t understand must have been to one of Yoongi’s cameras that he was watching for when you had arrived as he had done before. They were still watching out for you. He stood so close to Jackson that you wondered how the other hadn’t sensed him yet, his face right next to his shoulder and gaze boring a hole in Jackson’s head. Jackson noticed that you were no longer paying him the attention he wanted and turned his eyes towards the directions yours were on. And he jumped as if he had just been electrocuted, putting some distance between him and the death glare he was receiving. 

            “Fucking hell, you bastard! Put a bell on your fucking neck! Damn, you scared the shit out of me!”

            “Good,” Yoongi said as he kept his eyes trained on Jackson. “Leave her alone, Jackson. She’s got enough problems without you trying to weasel your way into her bed.”

            “You wound me, Suga. I was just introducing myself to the lucky lady who is now one of the most famous women in our field.”

            “I said,” he took a step closer to him, and despite his arm still in a sling, he looked as if he was about to use it on Jackson, “leave her alone.”

            “Wow, back down, tiger. Sheesh, didn’t think you’d be so concerned about someone like her. Don’t you have your hands full already? Or are you just greedy? Or are you guys taking turns?”

            “Jackson!”

            Namjoon’s voice echoed against the walls. You looked up to the second floor where RM was leaning on the banister overlooking the foyer with Jin by his side glaring down at Jackson. RM looked as annoyed as his voice let on. He was all business with no sign of the calm Namjoon you had been seeing around the Magic Shop. With a power that befitted the Leader of Bangtan, he signaled for Suga to stand down and motioned for Jackson to follow him. With a final look and wink from Jackson to you, he flipped Yoongi off and made for the stairs. Suga, silently, watched him go, making mental notes for the future before he reached back and took your hand in his. You jumped, slightly. He hadn’t been physical with you like the others had, holding your hands, giving you a hug or playful shove. There was always a bit of distance, aside from the medical side of things.

            “Come on, Y/N. Let’s get out of here.”

            He had led you upstairs, asking if you were alright. While Jackson was a lot, it wasn’t something you couldn’t have handled. But you thanked him anyways for stepping in. It felt nice to have someone be so protective of you, something you weren’t so used to. He started leading you up towards the direction of the Genius Lab, where he insisted you stay until Jackson was gone, since it was secure and private, instead of the normal spaces you tended to occupy. Thankfully, the physical therapy you needed to do with Yoongi didn’t require much space and you carried all the equipment you needed in your bag. You figured Yoongi was not a fan of Jackson normally, remembering the disdain in his voice when Joon had mentioned him back at the hospital before. You were sure that Jackson’s display back in the foyer only made that worse and he wanted to keep an eye on when he left.

            As you made it to the floor, Yoongi stopped. “I almost forgot. I need to check on something real quick. Can you remember how to get to the Genius Lab?”

            “I think so. Do you need help?”

            “No. I just need to check on Jimin. I won’t be long.”

            “Is he alright? Is he still not feeling well? I can take a look if you need me to. That’s kind of my whole thing.”

            He gave your hand a squeeze as a little chuckle sat in his throat. “No, it’s nothing you need to worry about right now. He’s coming down with something but is putting off taking his medicine as long as he can. He’s being stubborn. Gets it from me, probably. I’m just making sure he’s still in his room resting. I’ll only be a moment. I promise. Here, this is my key to the Lab. Let yourself in and lock it. I use my code on the door. Not that I think Jackson will know where my office is but just to be safe.”

            Some part of you hated when he let go of your hand to head down the other side of the hall. You had to take a few breaths to let your professional masks fall back into place. You wished your emotions would settle. But being around someone as cute and protective had you feeling a certain way. A way which, you reminded yourself, you shouldn’t be feeling. You were hired to help him heal, not to let a crush develop. You really needed to get a grip. Yet, you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling as you made your way down the hall.

            However, after a few steps and turns, you had lied when you thought you could find the Genius Lab on your own. The only places you knew how to get to without much assistance was the kitchen, gym, and the family room. You had only been to the Genuis Lab once and you racked your brain for any distinguishing details that would help you find it again. What picture was near the door? What color was the door? Was the one with frosted glass or was that Taehyung’s art studio? You could just stand still and wait for Yoongi to come back and find you. Or you could text him that you were going to back to the foyer. Or text one of the others for help? Joon was busy with Jackson, and you weren’t sure where Jin went after that. Jimin, of course, was sick and shouldn’t be disturbed. And you wanted Yoongi to focus on Jimin and not you getting lost. You sent a text to Taehyung, hoping he wasn’t too busy to help you with what he was up to in town. You walked further down the hall only to stop and turn around after not recognizing anything.

            Wait, was this the same place you had started? Why must this place be so confusing?

            Your phone buzzed. You looked down at Taehyung’s text.

      TaeTae: I really got to make you a map LOL.

       TaeTae: Do you remember how to find the stairs? Get back there and look for your favorite painting of mine. The G.L is two doors down from that.

       TaeTae: If you can’t find it, I’m sure he’ll find you with the cameras. Sorry, I’m at a meeting right now.

            You could do this. Just find the stairs. Though that was easier said than done now that you had gotten all turned around. You’re sure Taehyung would make a joke out of this if you were ever found. After another turn, you did see a picture that seemed familiar and went down that direction. As you kept walking, you started to hear voices. At least that was a start. Once you found the source, you could orient yourself or ask for help. You followed the voices, and as they got louder, you recognized RM’s tone and regretted your discussion, not wanting to interrupt. That, and you were sure Yoongi didn’t want you near Jackson again so soon. But as you were about to turn back, their conversation caught your attention.

            “Haven’t I been super helpful to ya’ll? Who was the one who gave you that info about the Royals showing up?”

            “You, also, neglected to tell us that Choi was going to be there. And that is how Suga got hurt.”

            “An oversight. That must have changed at the last minute. I can’t be a mind reader.”

            “Even though you market yourself as one?”

            “Ok, true. But you of all people should know that they don’t do what they say. Regardless, I told you about the Ateez pirates. I said they were up to something interesting. You should trust me by now. I got the information. I may be an independent player in this game, but I like you guys. That’s why I keep my ears open for you. And, I haven’t spilled anything of yours.”

            “That’s because I don’t let you get anything worth spilling.”

            “Ouch, you wound me, bro. I thought we were closer than that.”

            Before you could help yourself, you found yourself stopped outside of Namjoon’s office. The door was barely cracked, but enough for you to see a bit inside. Namjoon’s office was much different from Yoongi’s; it was a large room with warm hardwood against velvety walls that declared power, with bookcases lining the grand walls. Thick hard-covered books filled the shelves like an extensive library. Seated at an opulent and ornate desk in a high wing backed chair was RM, his fingers threaded together and pressed against his lips as he peered sharply at Jackson. Jackson sat relaxed in a smaller, less comfortable chair. They were bathed in the crackling light of a roaring fire from the Victorian style fireplace that sat across from them. This was what you expected of a Mafia leader.

            “I don’t appreciate you making my second so upset. He’s supposed to be recovering. Something he wouldn’t have to be doing had you had better information. Maybe I should start going to someone else.”

            Jackson scuffed. “As if anyone could do what I do. Besides, I feel like you would have done it by now if there was anyone else. And if that asshole wasn’t so easily riled up he would be fine. I was just saying ‘hello’ to her. And trying to figure her out. She’s quite a surprise Joon.”

            “We are trying to keep her safe. That includes from you, Jackson. She’s a civilian who got caught up in the worst way. We just got her to relax around us. I’d thank you to not undo what I’ve been working hard to do.”

            “I hear you. Glad you took my advice to just go with it. I told you nothing bad would happen. I mean, what did you just say? ‘She’s a civilian’. I truly doubted she would be any problems.”

            “No thanks to you.” Joon leaned further in his chair, his dragon eyes glowing in the fire light. “I’ve been patient, Jackson. More than I should be given what I am dealing with here. Now, you are going to tell me what I asked you to find out for me before I let Suga do what he wanted to do.”

            “Damn, for someone who said it’s all business, you’re really pushing it here.”

            “Jackson,” you could tell that Namjoon’s patience was wearing thin. What was he so determined to know? Was it something to do with Choi or the Royals?

            “Man, look. I can find information about anyone. With just their name, I can tell you if they had late fees from their elementary school library or how many days their mother spent in the hospital recovering from birth.”   

            “And yet, it has taken you over a week to get back to me. Either you are slipping or you are full of shit.”

            “Or you’re dealing with a ghost.” Jackson reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small notepad. “Everything I found fits on two pages of this little flip pad. Even the most basic civilian fills half of the pages. But this Y/N girl is either that most boring person in the entire world or she’s a ghost.”

            Wait, he was here about you? Namjoon was looking for information about you? You thought you had been very open with them about anything they had asked you. He had asked you to trust him, but he didn’t trust you. He had hired Jackson to dig up anything on you that he could. He was nervous when you had first come to the Magic Shop but you thought you had worked past that. Hadn’t the time they had spent with you beforehand been enough to prove that you meant no harm to them or else why would he ask you to come here? You knew you shouldn’t listen to any of this, but you couldn’t move. You sunk to the ground and leaned against the wall, listening.

            “What are you talking about?”

            Jackson tossed the pad over to him to see for himself. “I mean, this girl has nothing before two years ago. All I could find is that she currently works at Central Mercy as an ER Nurse, she lives in a shitty apartment that’s overpriced for that part of town. Before that, there isn’t much. I found her college she attended for her expedited nursing degree where she got high marks. Her father worked for different police forces as a high up desk jockey, meaning she moved a lot so there isn’t much in regard to early years. But nothing else. Everything starts about two years ago. I was able to find a news article about a car accident that listed her as a passenger, so her amnesia story checks out as far as that. Can’t said I ever heard of someone using amnesia as a cover, but fuck if it wouldn’t be good. Father died and there was no mother listed on any paperwork. Father’s file is just as blank. Just he was basic cop who sat at a desk. After the accident, her only known address was some small studio in her name that was set up by the rehab she was assigned to by some Doctor Sung, who died a year after from a heart attack. Found all his files but it’s nothing interesting. She did some reception job for a clinic before she came here that was a nonprofit for student nurses and that had nothing useful other than what I already had. But that’s all. No ties anywhere, no real records until recently. Either she’s got the most boring, nonspecial life I’ve ever seen, or her life’s been invented by some crazy mastermind. And I’m leaning towards the first one, man. This girl is boring and is nothing in the grand scheme of things. And that’s the truth. The most interesting thing was meeting you guys. She’s harmless. She’s no threat to anyone except maybe herself with that stupid heroic shit. So, you worried for nothing. Your family is safe, just like I said it would be.”

            “How can that be all?” Namjoon seemed disappointed. “You’re telling me that there was no other information? How can someone’s life just go back two years? You must have missed something.”

            “I don’t miss shit. Listen, I know this isn’t what you want to hear, but that’s all there is. Her old man must have been from some off the grid town beforehand and didn’t leave footprints. She’s a nobody. She’s barely worth the time I spent looking for her.  So, stop worrying about her like she’s gonna turn into some problem. And if she does, you can kill her easily enough. Hell, there are seven of you, should be easy.”

            You couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped your lips. Namjoon’s eyes snapped towards the door, knowing full well that he had been caught. He rose from the desk and crossed the room, opening the door to find you rooted in place against the wall, eyes cast down with tears welling in the corners. It wasn’t just from the threat of being killed by the people you were supposed to trust, or the harsh words that Jackson had said about you. But it was the fact that you weren’t trusted. You were not granted the same thing he had begged you to do for them. And that hurt just as much.

            “Oh shit,” Jackson said with a hint of glee. “Little mouse likes to sneak around, huh? I can see why you didn’t want to trust her. Seems like she’ll get herself killed before too long.”

            “Jackson,” RM roared causing you to shrink further into yourself and the tears to flow freely. Namjoon looked down at you, instantly regretting his tone. He had messed up and he knew that. Moving carefully, he held his hand out to you in a silent plea to take it. Feeling like there was no other choice, you let him pull you up to your feet and into his office. Daring to look at his face, you didn’t see anger or any dangerous threat that you feared for your eavesdropping. You saw remorse and sympathy. He led you towards the fireplace where there were two large armchairs facing each other with a side table full of half-read books. He motioned you to sit before he turned back to Jackson. He took out his phone and sent a quick message. Within a moment, Yeonjun appeared in the door. “That’s enough, Jackson. Thank you for your help. But I need to talk to Y/N. Yeonjun will take you back where he found you. You know the drill.”

            “Wow, fastest visit ever. Am I at least getting paid?” Namjoon shot him a look that made him jump and scurry over to the door. “Don’t look so sad, sweetheart. I’m sure he isn’t going to kill you. Let me know if you want to take me up on my offer.”

            Yeonjun grabbed Jackson by the collar and dragged him out, shutting the door behind him, leaving you alone with Namjoon and the crackling fire. You thought back to when he had saved you when Choi had you cornered in the hospital hall, how good natured he had been with you, how he had been so open with you before he even knew anything more about you. He had been the one pushing for you to trust them and be comfortable with them. He had wanted you to come to the Magic Shop, was planning on telling you before he got busy. But was it all a ruse to get you to follow along? A handkerchief was pushed into your hands and Joon took a seat in the opposite armchair.

            “Y/N, I’m sorry you heard that.” He was sorry? Was he going to reprimand you for eavesdropping? Or tell you that all this was a farce that he was going to drop and forget this life debt he kept pushing? “I was hoping to have talked to him before you ever got here. Just for some extra assurance before we moved forward. I didn’t want you to ever hear that. Jackson can say things harsher than he means. I asked him to do a more detailed background check than I had already done, just to ensure I had all the facts.” He flinched when your breath hitch as more tears fell. He started to reach out his hand to try and comfort you but thought better of it. “I promise, I didn’t mean anything by it. I just needed to be completely sure that we were all going to be safe.”

            “I wouldn’t have hurt any of you. I can barely handle myself, let alone do anything to you all,” you cried. “Why would I put myself in this situation? I tried to get away from all of this but you kept me here. I would have told you all of that stuff. It’s all I know about myself since the accident. I have nothing to hide from anyone. I promise I have only told you the truth.”

            “I know you have. I’m sure you would have told me everything freely. I fucked up. I can’t say I’m sorry enough.”

            “Was he right? Are you going to kill me? Because I seem like a made-up person? Because I don’t have a past?”

            “No!” Namjoon rose from his seat and knelt down in front of you, finding your eyes and begging for your attention. “I would never do that. I promised to protect you. And I would do that whether you owed us a life debt or not. This life I’ve been living for the past twelve years has made me question so much about people. I’ve been lied to so many times that it fucks up your mind. Bangtan is my family and it’s my responsibility to protect them. When I met you, I instantly felt like I could trust you. I could see that you were a good person. But we had been fooled by someone we thought we could instantly trust before and I got nervous. But the more we spent with you, I knew it was different. But there was this little part of me that still worried. So, I looked into you after that first day. That’s why I introduced us as Bangtan to you. The others agreed because they saw what I saw in you. We've all been jaded by this life but something in you broke through all of our hesitations. We all think you are a good person and that you wouldn’t do anything to hurt us. Once we got you to see what we really were, I thought this would be easier on all fronts.”

            “You asked me to trust you but you couldn’t do the same for me?”

            “I know. It’s been so long since I could really trust someone. Look at Jackson. Okay, bad example. But I’ve known Jackson almost as long as I’ve known the others. But I still need to keep him at arm’s length or watch what I say around him. It’s different with you. I want to trust you, I do. I just needed to be extra sure that I was doing the right thing. I truly mean that.”

            You sat in silence for a long while as your breath evened out and your tears ceased. You could understand his hesitation. How could he be sure that you weren’t lying? It made sense, but hearing Jackson’s words, imagining that’s how they saw you, it was hard. But you had been so back and forth with their trust, too.

            “I really wish we could just start over.”

 “What do you want to know?” You took a deep breath and leaned back into the armchair. “What else do you need to hear? You want to be sure? Ask away. I only know so much. You guys have asked me to trust you and you told me things that would be helpful. I will try to do the same so we can share a common ground. Maybe one day I’ll know more and I can tell you more. But I can tell you what I can.”

            “It’s fine, Y/N. You don’t need to do that. I trust you.” He stood up and moved towards his desk. But you grabbed his hand, steeling yourself to open up as much as you could. He could sense your determination and returned to the armchair. “Just tell me whatever you’re comfortable with.”

            “I never really talk about this. It’s hard to talk about. But I can confirm that what Jackson said was all true. It’s actually pretty much all I know for myself. My first actual memory is waking up in a small hospital room in so much pain. There was a man sitting next to me that I didn’t remember. He was my friend, he showed me pictures of us at school. His name was Daniel. I don’t know his last name, I never asked or remembered it. He’s the one who told me about the accident. My father’s car was hit from the side and flipped. He didn’t make it. Daniel spent weeks by my side as I recovered. Dr. Sung was this older doctor who watched over me and helped me recover. Once I was moved to his rehab, Dr. Sung prescribed me all these different treatments but my memories never came back. Daniel brought me my old schoolwork, my old journals, anything that could help me find myself. But there wasn’t much. Jackson said something about us moving a lot. After a year, I could recall little things about places I believe I lived. But there was never anything concrete. No friends or family reached out. Daniel told me that it was just me and dad. He had never heard us talk about anyone else. I guess we didn’t stay long in places. After I was released from the rehab, Daniel and I moved into this small apartment that was far away from everything. The rehab set it up to help me adjust to the world. But I was like a zombie, depressed, broken. After six months, I started trying to get better, start over. Daniel and I started dating, I found a job that was walking distance from my place. All my medical training came back over time. Just not anything else. And that was my life for almost two years. But, almost five months ago, Daniel and I split up and I came to Central to get away from all the unpleasantness. I’d prefer not to go into that if that’s alright. We weren’t good together anymore. Since I’ve been away, I’ve started remembering little flashes of things that don’t make a lot of sense. Amber thinks it’s because I’m away from the trauma. I don’t even know if I want to remember anymore. But if I remember anything more, I promise I’ll tell you once I figure it all out.”

            Namjoon reached out and took your hand. “It’s okay. Thank you for sharing that with me. I promise to be more upfront about any questions I have. I trust you.”

            “I trust you, too.”

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[sugarwithtea]

jay's hoe (m) || jhs

pairing : rapper!hoseok x fem!reader

genre : smut, pwp, rapper au

rating : m (18+); minors dni

summary : After a groundbreaking performance, Hoseok, or rather, Jay needs an outlet for his high adrenaline and a source of relief to bask himself in. What better way to feel relieved and get down from the high than his favourite one, you.

word count : 2.9k

warnings : swearing, a lot of kissing, penetrative unprotected sex (pls stay safe y'all), oral sex (both recieving), slight choking, spanking, mentions of drug usage and intoxication, cum eating, clit slapping, creampie, handjob, breast play, kind of rough sex, and thus sweet aftercare!! the gloves stay on!! it's lolla jhope you guys, a fucking menace himself 💦

author's note : this was so sudden and completely inspired by hoseok at lollapalooza and his crazy set, while looking like a fucking meal. it's quick and unedited so bare with me cause this guy has me on a chokehold!!

mood : 항상(hangsang); base line; what if...; pandora's box; arson; ugh! ÷ press play

sugarwithtea mlist || taglist (for future fics)

"And I am a hoe for you."

The energy was at an all time high and when Hoseok jumped several feet high in the air, the lights went out indicating the end of the show.

He landed rather wonkily and his ears still blared with the beats he was listening and dancing to for more than an hour. He runs around the stage in the darkness like a maniac until he comes to a halt right behind the blinders and laughs. He laughs till he feels his mind go blank, ears still ringing and feet giving up to stay still.

The crowd was going fucking crazy and he reveled in their shouts, raising his hands above his head welcomingly and closing his eyes while bending backwards.

He takes deep breaths to calm down but he needs another outlet for his adrenaline and he perfectly knows where he can find it.

You were one of his backup dancers and were heading towards the washrooms to get rid of the sweat and change. The set Hoseok had prepared was a fucking banger and everyone around you was still living through the after effects from the show of high energy by the team and the rapper.

"Damn J, you look like a meal." you had told him when he had walked out in his all black ensemble, hair a curly mess, covering his foreheads and shadowing his eyes.

"You, are my meal, Y/N." he had winked at you and pranced off with a smug smirk knowing the effect he had on you.

And indeed, you were flushed and done for at that exact moment.

Now all you hope is for him to follow you into one of these stalls and fuck your brains out like the way he always does after his shows. You were his favourite dancer after all.

You change your mind quickly, eagerly. Donning a pair of white pants, which hugged your waist perfectly, accentuating your ass and a neon green corset top which almost spilled your breasts out, you strutted towards the way opposite from the washroom, towards the private rooms of the crew.

Even though you were sweaty, there was another wetness between your legs which was a result of Hoseok's tongue spitting bars on the stage looking like a filthy god.

That man knew your weakness and would sneak glances at you while purposefully lolling his tongue out and thrusting his hips like the bastard he was. He even got close to spanking your ass once on the stage when you were bent over in a step but then retracted his hand and continued dancing as if nothing had happened. You had laughed unbelievably and now you are dead set on getting him to spank you for real.

You sneaked into his dressing room but it was empty. The doors were wide open which meant someone had used the room recently but there was no one in sight.

You huff disappointedly and move to go out of the room when a hand wraps around your wrist and pushes you up against the wall roughly, your cheeks pressed against it and Hoseok pressed against you from behind.

He palms your ass softly and just as you close your eyes at the feeling, a loud slap sounds and you let out a surprised moan at the sting it leaves behind on your ass cheek.

He had spanked you for real.

"At fucking last." he growls into your ear and nibbles on your earlobe hungrily.

His hands palm your ass roughly and you stick it out further, wiggling it in front of him when you suddenly feel his hard on wedge itself between your cheeks. He was rock hard and you squirmed at the feeling while he brought his gloved hands to your front and palmed your breasts, pushing you off the wall and completely slotting himself against you.

You instinctively bring your hands to his hair at the nape of his neck and tug on them, when he groans.

"You did so well, J." you moan into his ear and kiss his neck. He almost immediately spins you around and crushes his lips against yours, kissing you ferociously.

"I almost spanked you on the stage." he laughs and feasts on your inviting neck, nibbling and sucking at the points he knows all too well.

You whimper as you start walking towards the couch with him still attached to you, "Everyone knows that."

"I don't fucking care, especially when you looked like that."

You push him onto the couch and a shiver passes down your spine, straight to your cunt when he says those words.

"Come here, baby." he extends his hands at you and you go into his hold, hot and needy. His skin was burning, all red from the post-concert euphoria. He kisses you again, all teeth and rough as you straddle him. His head falls back and you eagerly dive to his neck. He grabs your waist tightly and moves to fondle your ass once again, spanking it and laughing like the menace he was when you jerked up at his action.

You grind down him as he thrusts up instinctively, both of you moaning at the contact of his bulge with your core.

"Gotta treat you well." you murmur in his ear and get off him, settling on your knees in front of him and fumbling with his pants. He quickly grabs your mouth, a gloved hand on your cheeks as it puckers your lips and leans down to put his tongue into it.

He tugs you towards him as your hands work swiftly on his pants and soon he is just sitting in his boxers, painfully hard. He lets go of you and leans back with his hands in your hair and his form heavily panting. His eyelids, heavy with lust and intoxication, close instinctively and lips form a smirk when you free his dick.

"Always ready for me, yeah doll?" he asks you and brings his dick to your lips. You obediently open up and nod at him with big eyes and his tip inside your mouth.

You suck at it slightly and he sharply takes in a breath. Your eyes dance over his features, gauging his reaction and when he grows impatient at you not moving, he lightly pushes your head down his shaft.

"Focus, doll." he says and you move hungrily. Your hand grips the base of his cock as you bob your head up and down his length with vigour, hollowing your cheeks and looking up at him through your lashes.

His cock twitches in your mouth and he moans at the sight in front of him. You detach yourselves from his cock and skillfully lick its underside, twirling your tongue around his head and tasting the precum gathered over there. His hands grip your hair tighter and you smirk while moving one of your hands to his balls, and the other stroking his length. You palm his balls, trying to get him to react more at your ministrations and he does.

"Fuck, Y/N."

You proudly suck his tip once more before going all down. You try to accommodate his whole length inside your mouth but fail miserably and thus use your hand to stroke the rest of him. He groans lowly and your pussy clenches around nothing at the sinful noise of his pleasure. You pick up pace and his cock twitches vigorously inside your mouth when he suddenly stops your actions, pulling you off his dick with a swift motion of his hand on your hair.

You stay on your knees, a string of saliva connecting you to his length standing tall and hard. Your makeup has smudged and you both were panting heavily while looking at each other with sheer hunger. His cock twitched even at the sight of you all ruined, just for him.

You looked angelic, and he thinks maybe it was because of the drug he took before his performance but you emanated a soft sinful glow and he wanted to drown in it.

"I want to taste you." he whispers and you stand up, pushing him down in a way so his head rests on the armrest and he lies down on the couch.

He curiously watches you as you rid yourself of your clothes, letting the air hit your sweaty body but still unable to cool it down.

His eyes deviously rake over your body and he grabs one of your tits, sitting up to flick his tongue over the hardened nub. You whimper and push him again, swinging your leg over him so that his face is at your ass and yours is on his dick.

"You are so eager." you say and contradictorily dive in to take him between your lips once again.

"Aren't you being adventurous now?" he speaks into your cunt and you visibly shiver at the vibrations it sends up your spine. Stroking his dick lazily, you kiss his tip and respond,

"Weren't you being adventurous on the stage?"

He laughs and grabs your thighs as he quickly latches his mouth at your clit. You shudder at the sudden motion and jerk forward, hand gripping his cock tightly. Both of you moan loudly, together and yet again you feel yourself get weak in the knees.

You struggle to keep up your pace on his dick as his tongue laps at your folds like a man starved. His cock twitches wildly when you whimper against it and you mindlessly lap at it, licking a stripe from his base to the head and then encasing it between your lips as you suck it. He responds by gripping you tighter with his gloved hands and sucking your hardened bud as your arousal trickled down onto him.

The sight was sinful, and the lewd noises coming out of both of you were the definition of sin. He licks up your juices, spurring you to get wetter and wetter under his ministrations while you all but stop at his cock. Your hand lazily gives him a handjob and he tugs your ass towards him quickly.

One of his hands come to your cunt and he slaps your clit suddenly, his glove getting wet but him enjoying the view. You shout out loud and he enters you with his tongue, spreading your ass cheeks with his hands.

"I can never get enough of you." he mumbles into your hole and you feel electricity jolt your body.

He had always been vocal during fucking you, but he had never spoken words so intimate, always opting to let you know you were just one of his many fucks. But this time, he was onto you differently and your mind soared through the fog of lust and intoxication.

"Mm baby, you taste so sweet," he kisses your clit and then, his tongue picks up pace skillfully as you moan into the dim light of the room, air stinking of arousal, and he continues,"so wet, all for me?"

Your walls clench around his tongue as you feel yourself getting close.

"Yes. Oh my god J, don't stop." you tightly grip his thighs and rest your cheek near the base of his dick, tongue lolling out to lick it slowly.

He rubs at your clit with his gloved finger and that being the final straw, you topple over the edge as your orgasm washes over you in thick waves of haze and euphoria. It takes you a whole minute to get down from the high when you feel him licking your pussy clean of your cum with the ever rising overstimulation.

"No, stop." you cry out and he immediately pauses, fondling your ass sweetly, and leaves a chaste peck over one of the cheeks as he helps you get off him.

As soon as you get on your feet, he stands up and kisses you, pulling you flush to his chest as his hard on pressed against your stomach. You could taste yourself on him and his tongue explored each and every crevice of your mouth before you broke the kiss, panting heavily from the afterglow of the orgasm and effects of the sudden kiss.

He leads you to the couch quickly as you lay your head on the armrest. He rolls over on top of you and takes one of the nipples in his mouth, savoring it and your whimpers.

"You sound like a fucking siren, so pretty."

You couldn't contain yourself when you brought up your hands to grasp his long, soft curls in your hands and tugged at them. He groans into your breasts and as if almost immediately, you feel his tip prod at your entrance.

"Gonna fuck you good like the slut you are for me."

His raspy voice sends your mind into an overdrive as you inhale swiftly when he enters you, not stopping to let you accommodate to his girth and quickly bottoms out.

"Jay." you moan his name when he starts moving slowly, his eyes shut at the feeling of your walls clenching tightly around him and your voice moaning out his name.

"So fucking tight, doll." he whispers and you almost shed a tear as his speed increases and soon enough he is ramming his cock into you.

He rids himself of his shirt and takes your ankle, bringing it up to his shoulder so as to get better access to your pussy.

He growls manically when your walls suck him in quickly in the new position and his gloved hand instinctively wraps itself around your throat lightly. Not cutting off air, just enough to make it pleasurable. You moan loudly at it and he quickly says your name as his cock pounds into you at an unforgivable pace and goes down to bite at your shoulder.

Tears well up in your eyes and they start streaming down your face, a result of the immense pleasure you felt due to him at that moment. You shout loudly and grab his biceps tighter to keep yourself from slipping away.

"I- Oh my god, Y/N." he groans into your skin as you feel his cock twitch inside you, indicating he was close.

"So filthy, my little whore." Your pussy clenches so tightly at his words, he staggers slightly and then swallows your noises with his lips as his dick repeatedly hits your g-spot deliciously, ferociously, roughly.

You could feel your forthcoming orgasm once more and as he pinches your clit with his free hand, waves of cum gush out of you and you fall limp in his hold, trying hard to not black out by the best orgasm you had ever felt.

You see white spots behind your closed lids and your legs shake uncontrollably, especially when you feel him shooting his hot cum inside you, painting your walls white and collapsing onto you with a painfully relieved groan.

A hot minute passes before any of you speaks.

You were reveling in the post-euphoric state of your intense orgasm and you mindlessly card your hands through his curls as he laid on top of your panting body, him in a similar state.

"Fuck that was amazing." he laughs into your skin and starts pressing kisses on your naked body softly, his hands removing the stray hair from your face. He slowly starts moving from over you and kisses you chastely before moving towards the restroom.

"It was." you speak into nothingness and close your eyes to conserve the bliss within them.

He soon emerges from the door with a wet towel in his hands and settles between your legs. Patting it at your folds, he softly cleans you up, making you devoid of his and your cum. He kisses your inner thigh while at it and you squirm at the tingling sensation. He laughs and casts the towel aside, coming up to kiss your forehead.

Your breathing stills as he had never done so, ever. He had always been soft post sex but you both were walking a fine line now.

"Jay?" you whisper when he looks at you with stars in his eyes.

"You are so beautiful." and he kisses you again, slowly, savouring his time with you. You grip his biceps and curl your toes at the soft intensity. His hand rests on your inner thigh and you wince a little.

"Are you sore?"

"A little." you laugh at the obvious answer,"but not much to stop you yet." you wink and he groans.

"Such a good girl, I am sorry." he smiles and kisses your cheek,"The adrenaline was crazy as fuck."

"Didn't I help you well?" you mischievously ask while licking a stripe up his cheek and kissing him just below the eye.

"You always do. A doll for me." he nudges his nose with yours and suddenly goes down to nip at your neck.

"I am a hoe for you, J." you say, eyes getting dark again with the sensation of his tongue on your neck.

He fondles your breasts with both his hands and glides his tongue across the valley between your tits and stares at you with dark eyes, now devoid of intoxication but filled with another drug, you.

"And I am a hoe for you." he kisses you and removes his gloves as his calloused hand comes in direct contact with your thigh and you smirk in between the kiss, ever ready for the next thing coming, which you know all too well as his hand sneaks further inside, between your legs.

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[daegudrama]

Daegudrama’s Spicy Festa Special D-3

Title: Stress Relief

Pairing: Reader/Jung Hoseok

Summary: Reader is having a hard time doing their choreography and needs a little special help to finish strong.

Word Count: 1266 words

The same track you’ve been listening to for the past hour continues to blare through the speakers. Every muscle in your body wants to give up but you can’t. Jung Hoseok is watching you, scrutinizing every wrong breath and look of your eyes. 

“You need to relax or you’re never going to get this right.” He yells over the music before crossing the room to pause it. “Let’s take a break.”

You sit against the back wall with a bottle of water eyeing yourself in the mirror. The ponytail you came in with is disheveled and sticking to your forehead from the sweat of your efforts. Sometimes you wonder why you are doing this at all. 

Hoseok sits beside you with a cute smile on his face like he wasn’t in serious dance teacher mode two seconds ago. He’s not your dance teacher but you trust his opinion far more than anyone else’s in this world. There aren't enough words to describe the amount of respect and admiration you have for him. Hoseok has earned his right to scrutinize your dances. 

“Can you help me relax?” You ask despite knowing you shouldn’t.

Hoseok raises an eyebrow probably surprised you are being this forward. Usually he’s the one that suggests this and it’s only been a few times. Whenever you’ve done something it’s been on his terms. You’ve wanted more but never dared to ask, afraid of ruining whatever natural balance you have now. 

He doesn’t answer your question, instead locking the practice room door and pulling down the blind. This isn’t the first time this has happened here, but it has been awhile. Sometimes being sexually frustrated makes it so you can’t dance to your full potential. It’s like you can’t even focus on what you want to be doing. 

Hoseok pulls out a yoga mat and unrolls it several feet in front of you. Without thinking you move onto the mat and stretch to a position where your head is on the mat and your ass is in the air. He kneels behind you squeezing your ass through the material of your spandex shorts. 

“Are you ready? Let me help you.” He asks barely above a whisper.

“Yes, please.” 

He removes your shorts and underwear in one fluid motion letting them pool at your knees. Hoseok trails his fingers over your bare skin sending a shiver up your spine. You can feel yourself getting wet in anticipation. 

His fingers are warm as they slide down to brush over your folds. Hoseok collects your lust on his fingers, spreading it around. The moment his finger slips inside you it’s as if the knots in your shoulders release. You sigh watching yourself in the mirror in front of you. The man behind you is watching what he is doing intently. 

With one hand he grips your hip while he uses his other hand to push his fingers in and out of you at a leisurely pace. Heat shoots through your body as he seems to know just how deep to curl his fingers. You try to keep quiet but small groans slip through your lips. 

Hoseok easily distracts you from the turmoil that was going on inside your mind as you danced. You are thankful he didn’t protest because no one can make you feel quite as good as he does. Lord knows you’ve tried. Something about Hoseok makes this kind of relaxing better and you aren’t sure if it’s because of the connection you feel to him or his experience. 

“Do you want to sit on my face?” he asks, meeting your eyes in the mirror with his fingers still deep inside your pussy. You clench around his fingers involuntarily. 

He has a small smile playing on his lips like he knows how those words will effect you. Fingering is as far as this has ever gone between the two of you. You haven’t even kissed him which was a little weird to you at first, but now you just accept it as part of whatever this is. 

You nod your head slowly and he slips his fingers out of you wiping them on the edge of his tank top. You kick off your shorts and panties before standing. Hoseok lies flat on his back and gestures for you to sit. 

Hesitantly, you crouch over his face not putting your full weight down. In the mirrors you can see your apprehension. You try to hide the look as Hoseok pulls you the rest of the way down. You worry that you will crush his face but that doesn’t seem to be on his mind. He immediately sucks your clit into his mouth, earning a sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan. 

No one has ever done this to you. Never in your life has someone asked you to sit on their face. Especially not in the practice room of your company. Come to think of it, you aren’t sure anyone has ever cared to bring you pleasure the way Hoseok does. Even if this is happening for an entirely different reason. 

Hoseok puts his hands on your thighs guiding your knees down to the ground. With a flat tongue he trails his tongue over your slit in a continuous ‘S’ motion. He stops at your clit spending extra time to lap at it. Your body tenses when he lifts you slightly so he can speak. 

“Let me show you how you’re supposed to move your hips.” 

The older man’s fingers grasp your hips and he lies his head back. You let Hoseok guide your hips, dragging your cunt against his wet tongue. He must be crazy if he thinks you are going to be able to learn anything like this. There is no way this is going to help you learn that combo. Hoseok continues to move his tongue against you as he moves your hips. 

You are focused on trying not to make noise. These rooms are not soundproof after all even if they really should be. In the mirror you can see the strained look on your face as your baby hairs fall into your face. You are a mess and the expert move of Hoseok’s tongue is not helping the matter. 

He flicks his tongue across your clit quickly. Hoseok releases your hips and you try to copy the movement he just showed you. He hums against you in approval, sticking his tongue out and letting you grind yourself against his tongue. You let all thoughts leave your mind watching yourself in the mirror as if it’s stranger. 

There’s something so sexy about watching yourself ride your friend’s face. The way your legs shake as you come closer and closer to cumming is something you almost want to record. You grab his hair tugging it as you ride out your high on his willing tongue. He lifts you off of him when your muscles give out.

“Thank you.” You say lying back on the yoga mat as Hoseok hands your shorts.

Hoseok hums without saying anything just watching you lie there. You put your pants back on but it's several minutes before you stand to try the combo one more time before you give up and work on something else. Or maybe more realistically you should go home if you can’t do it. 

Of course, like every other time you’ve done, you nail the combo on your first time. Maybe he is transferring dance powers through his appendages. Hoseok has a proud smile on his face when you look back at him. 

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[thatkpopwriter]

Anomalous Fate - New Home

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of kidnapping, BTS being clueless, reader is overwhelmed and confused.

Author's Note: Finally got the sudden motivation to write this chapter, I had to start from the very beginning because when I wrote about half way through, I closed my laptop and it died while I was at work, and I hadn't saved it so it was completely gone. I do want to say thank you all for your patience, I hope to have another chapter up soon again, but don't be surprised if it doesn't come as quickly. Hope you enjoy it!!

“This is it?” Jungkook asks as he’s looking up at the front of y/n’s apartment building.

“I think so, she stays on the 5th floor,” Jin answers and looks inside, seeing a security guard at the desk, assuring himself that they’ll be fine, he doesn’t pay attention to the rustling behind him, “getting past the front desk shouldn’t be too hard, we just have to act normal.” Jin states and starts toward the door, “Let’s go.” 

He enters the building and shoots a friendly smile to the security man, standing in front of the elevator and waiting for it to open, “Okay, so I’ll grab her clothes and bathroom things, you two can-” Jin stops as he double takes his surroundings, “-where are these idiots?” 

He’s frantic as he looks around the lobby, trying not to alert the security, he lets out an exasperated sigh and decides to just go up alone, “I should’ve just brought Namjoon and Hoba.”

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As soon as Jin is in the apartment, he quickly notices the huge pile of shoes beside the door and four separate rooms, “She has roommates? Great, how are we going to explain this one?” 

Jin shakes his head and quickly gets to work, checking all the rooms before finally finding y/n’s, going inside, and grabbing the suitcases he finds in her closet, stuffing whatever clothes he can find, wanting to get out as fast as he can as they still have a flight to catch in about 20 minutes now.

He jumps when he hears a bump from the living room and the panic sets in, thinking he’s caught red handed. 

He’s debating all his options of escaping when he hears two hushed voices coming from the living room,

“Is Jin hyung here yet?” 

“I don’t know, he wasn’t following us.”

He listens to the two boys and rolls his eyes, walking out of the room and jumping when Jungkook and Taehyung shriek in surprise, “Shhhhh!” he scolds them, motioning them with his hands

“Holy shit hyung, you scared us.” Jungkook holds his chest and Taehyung nods in agreement

“Why did you go through the window when we have her keys for a reason??” Jin questions, second guessing his decision on bringing the two youngest members with him.

“Because we’re breaking and entering…?” Jungkook whispers, Jin shakes his head, “It’s not breaking and entering if we have the key! If anyone asks, just say we’re getting clothes for our cousin who is in the hospital with a broken collarbone.” He explains.

“ummmm, pretty sure it’s still breaking and entering.” Jungkook counters and Taehyung pipes up, “Plus, it’s way cooler to say breaking and entering.” 

“Oh nevermind! Just help me get her clothes packed.” Jin leads the way into her bedroom and grabs the suitcases from her closet, opening one up and taking it into her bathroom.

As the two maknaes are folding her clothes, Jin is looking around the place for little things he thinks she might need. He stumbles upon her nightstand and opens the drawers, fidgeting around until he spots a necklace.

As he inspects it, he feels a drop in his stomach and a pull in his chest before quickly shoving it in her suitcase and zipping it up.

“You guys get everything?” He questions and the other two nod, “I think so.”

“Alright, c’mon, we have a flight to catch.”

They all make their way out, closing her bedroom door and all the lights and just as Jin is putting his shoes back on, he speaks loudly, “Not that way…”

He smirks as he hears them huff and make their way back over to the door, “You’re no fun hyung…”

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“Okay so, how are we getting her on the jet?” Namjoon asks, turning toward everyone

“Jungkook will carry her,” Taehyung shrugs, nodding to the youngest member

Jungkook sputters, flabbergasted, “Why me?”

“Because this is your doing!” Tae retaliates,

“Yeah, you’re the reason she’s passed out” Jimin pipes in,

“Oh, so now I’m the bad guy, last I checked she was alllll our soulmate”

“Well, until she wakes up, she’s just yours”

“That’s not fair!”

“Life isn’t fair,” Jimin sticks his tongue out,

“Okayyyyy, enough,” Joon groans, “I’ll carry her.”

Yoongi rubs at his eyes, checking the time and seeing they have 20 minutes to get to the airport, “Let’s get going, I’m tired and I need to sleep.”

“He’s right, we don’t have much time, c’mon.” Hobi quickly agrees with Yoongi’s words and soon, all the boys and the sleeping y/n are making their way down to their car.

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After a 14-hour flight, the boys arrived in Seoul, and after much deliberation on the ride home, ensured that the staff would exit the plane last so they could get y/n to a secure exit without looking too suspicious. 

As the boys went to the main exit, followed by dispatch and a couple fans, their makeup artists and stylists took the emergency exit that was right beside the corridor, hopping into a van with the girl, and driving straight to the dorms.

Once they arrived, they took y/n into one of the rooms there, laying her on the bed and quickly making their exit, but not before sliding the keys under the door.

The 5 women began speaking in their native tongue while waiting for the elevator,

“I’ve gotten a lot of weird requests from these boys, but that has got to be the worst by far.”

“No kidding, would’ve been easier if they just moved to the states.”

All 5 huffed a laugh and made their way back to the HYBE building.

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“If she’s still passed out by the time we’re home Jungkook, I’m charging you myself” Jin speaks, looking pointedly at his member

“She’ll be fine hyung, you worry too much.” Jungkook shakes his head, “She’ll be fine.

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Y/N opens her eyes, groaning in pain. She rubs at her head, feeling the worst headache ever, but when she’s acquainted to the sunlight from the window, she panics when she doesn’t recognize the ceiling. 

She sits up abruptly, wincing at the headache, and immediately stands up, wobbling around the room, the effects from whatever was on that cloth obviously not worn completely off

“Where the fuck am i?’ she thinks to herself, looking around the room and seeing a couple shirts on the floor and some boxers, her eyes widen when she thinks of the worst, glancing down and seeing her clothes from the night at work

“How long has it been?” 

Her head snaps up when she hears keys jingle at the door, gasping and grabbing the closest thing to her that she can use to defend herself with, which happens to be a weight, about 20 pounds, but it’ll do.

She slowly walks out and down the hallway, and just as the door swings open, she immediately winds her arm back, planning on throwing it toward whoever kidnapped her but freezes when she’s met with seven pairs of very familiar eyes,

“What the fuck?!”

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All seven boys are seated nervously on the couches in the living room, staring at the girl in the middle of the floor, waiting for her to speak.

“So, you were the ones in the Uber?”

They nod.

“And you broke into my apartment?” 

They nod.

“And you brought me to Korea?”

They nod.

“Because I’m your soulmate?” 

They nod.

“You kidnapped me because I’m your soulmate?”

They nod.

“Me?”

“Yes, please keep up with us.” Jimin quips,

y/n raises her eyebrow, “Well excuse me for finding this situation a bit-”

Taehyung interrupts her, “Cute? Adorable? Brave? Meant to be?”

“CRAZY…” y/n makes sure to pronounce the word efficiently, “I mean, you do realize people are going to be looking for me right?”

“My coworkers, my roommates, my parents, my classmates, hell, my university will be looking for me.” She tries to reason but all she gets are shakings of each head

“Actually, we called your job, told them you would be moving and unable to work, since you were there for less than six months, legally you don’t have to put a two week’s notice in.”

“And, regarding your university, we’re actually putting you into the exchange program they offer, it’s still in the works but basically, a student will be swapping with you for the same degree you are completing, that way you can attend classes here.”

“Your roommates know you’re on your way here, we basically texted them that you didn’t actually go to work but you were meeting with your advisor about the exchange program, and they suggested coming to Seoul to meet with the student you would be swapping with. When they asked why it was so sudden, we just said you wanted it to be kept secret.”

“That actually worked?” y/n questioned and Namjoon tilts his head, “That one was tricky and took a lot more explaining but once we sent a picture of you ‘awake’ on the plane, it worked.”

“So, you really planned everything huh?” 

All boys nod, “We had a lot of time on the plane to think about it.”

y/n’s eyes well up with tears, the information sinking in, “I’m never leaving this place am i?”

Jimin quickly tries to calm her down, “No, no, no, no, not ever, just until you get comfortable with this whole situation.”

Hoseok pipes in, “Of course you can go outside and have your phone and laptop, just…” he looks to his members for some help.

Yoongi tries this time, “Just until we’re sure you won’t go to the police, or your friends and family to tell them the truth, I mean, we have a reputation to uphold.”

“And because of that, we have a few rules set in place…” He continues hesitantly.

They hand her a piece of paper with a short list, but she doesn’t pay it any mind, 

“We’ll discuss it over dinner, it should be here shortly.”

Namjoon nods, “We’re sorry if this isn’t exactly how you’ve wanted your soulmate story to go, but if you belong to all of us, then there’s no choice.”

“I don’t belong to you guys…” y/n points, “as of right now, I might be your soulmate, but you guys aren’t mine.”

Unaware of how much her words hurt the seven boys’ hearts, they understand and hope she’ll come around eventually.

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#bts fantasy au #bts aus #bts x reader #bts imagines #ot7 x reader #ot7 x yn #bts ot7 #kim namjoon x reader #kim seokjin x reader #min yoongi x reader #jung hoseok x reader #park jimin x reader #kim taehyung x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #namjoon x reader #jin x reader #yoongi x reader #jhope x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #jk x reader

[iladkaren]

THE CONSIGLIERE: Chapter VII

Pairing: Mafia!BTS x Reader

Summary:

So this was how your life was going to turn out now? You’d never gotten to be the center of attention, but now, here you were. Trapped inside a house full of people who all looked at you as an object – property, property, property. It was disgusting. It made you sick.

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

“What?” You were taken aback by the question.

You blinked at him, unsure of what to say; there was so much you wanted to tell him but your mouth wouldn't form words.

He chuckled as he continued. “I asked you what’s your story?” Still holding your chin in his hand, he turned your head towards him and looked into your eyes intently. He didn't look like he believed that you'd be able to answer his question.

You were furious that this man had the audacity to ask something like that! Your jaw clenched tightly as you tried to hold back tears that threatened to spill from your eyes. How dare he! The nerve of him! After everything you'd been through – how could someone like him even ask such a thing?!

You closed your eyes for a few moments before opening them again and looking up at him. You couldn't believe that he was still standing here, staring at you like he thought you were going to answer the question. That wasn't your intention at all. Why the hell would you ever willingly tell him about yourself? It was too painful to think about! But, now that it was out there, you couldn't take it back. So, you figured, why not just get it over with?

With an annoyed sigh, you finally answered his question. “My story is rather simple actually. In case you weren’t informed, I have been threatened, kidnapped, and betrayed by the very person I thought I could trust.” You paused for a moment, letting those three facts sink in.

Once they did, it seemed as though you’d broken some sort of barrier between the two of you. The tension left you, and you took a small step back as you looked down at the ground. You were afraid that you'd just made things worse.

A sudden burst of laughter escaped him and you snapped your attention up to see what was so amusing. He was doubled over, trying desperately to stop himself from laughing. You felt your face flush with embarrassment; it hadn’t been funny at all, in fact, it had only served to make matters worse.

When he realized he was no longer able to contain himself any longer, he straightened himself up and wiped the tears from his eyes. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have laughed... I'm really sorry. It's just... that expression on your face when you said that, it's priceless!"

He began to laugh again and you stared blankly at him, unsure of exactly what was happening. What the fuck?! Did you seriously just have a conversation with this bastard? Were you losing your goddamn mind? Was this some kind of weird fever dream? Did you somehow wake up from some kind of nightmare?

As if reading your thoughts, he gave you one last grin before turning around and walking out the door, “come, let me give you a tour since you’ll be living here from now on.” He waved a dismissive hand behind him. He called over his shoulder. “Don’t keep me waiting!”

You shook your head and slowly walked through the door after him. This guy… this fucking weirdo!

“So, where should we begin?” He questioned, gesturing around him in mock contemplation as he walked backwards, away from you.

You watched silently, unable to find the strength in you to reply, but that didn’t stopped him from touring the entire mansion. His voice echoed through your ears, and you wondered if this was some kind of bizarre hallucination brought about by sleep deprivation.

You knew he was distracted, and so you did what a sane person would do; you ran the opposite direction from him. As you rounded the corner of the hallway, you almost ran into another body, forcing you to jerk forward, barely missing collision.

Your eyes flickered to the figure who had bumped into you, then shot back up to his face.

Kim Seokjin.

He was dressed in a loose black shirt tucked in neatly, and his slacks hugged his legs in perfect fashion as he stood there, hands clasped behind his back. He raised an eyebrow at you and tilted his head to the side slightly.

You felt your cheeks heat up under his scrutiny, but you kept your silence. Not that that was really an option considering the way your heart seemed to pound in your chest.

After several long seconds, Seokjin spoke. “Are you okay, pet? Jimin not taking care of you? Kind of irresponsible of him letting you run around the halls.” He smirked at you. You glared daggers into his smug features and he sighed theatrically. “Fine. You don’t need to respond. I understand that you aren’t happy with being here. You must want nothing more than to be far away from this place as soon as possible.” He stepped closer to you. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun while you’re here. Right?”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “What are you talking about?” You snapped.

“Oh, good! You found her.” A voice suddenly filled the hallway. “She’s a flighty thing.”

You spun around to see Jimin striding towards you.

Jimin grinned widely at you as he came to a halt beside you. He clapped his hands together before grabbing your elbow and guiding you off the hall.

Seokjin followed closely behind him. “Now, behave or we’re giving you to Taehyung.”

You glanced over at the man trailing behind the pair of you. He was standing close enough for you to hear his every word.

He caught your gaze and sent you a smirk. You glared at him and he chuckled. You noticed that your fingers instinctively curled into fists as you fought back the urge to punch him.

So this was how your life was going to turn out now? You’d never gotten to be the center of attention, but now, here you were. Trapped inside a house full of people who all looked at you as an object – property, property, property. It was disgusting. It made you sick.

You wanted nothing more than to leave this place. You couldn’t live like this. There had to be some kind of escape plan that you could come up with.

There just had to be.

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“I heard you tried to escape.” Ji Hye commented nonchalantly as she took a bite out of the fruit in her hand. She chewed slowly and swallowed before continuing. “I told you to behave.”

You rolled your eyes. Of course you tried to escape. Who wouldn't? You didn't know any better! What else was there to do in this situation? Besides running, which you already knew from experience wasn't a good idea.

It took a second before you decided to speak. “What am I supposed to do, anyway? Just sit here and play nice like a damn dog? If anything, I should be escaping right now.”

Her eyes narrowed into slits. “No, I’ve thought of a better job for you.” Her expression remained cold as she continued on without pausing. “You’re coming with us at the club tonight.”

You scrunched up your nose at her statement. “Excuse me?”

She nodded her head. “We’re having our weekly meeting with some client, and you'll be joining.”

You opened your mouth in disbelief. “Are you kidding me?! Why me?”

Her lips quirked upward slightly as she smiled at you. “Because you seem to be quite the troublemaker.”

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

#bts #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #reader #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #ot7 x reader #ot7 x yn #ot7 x you #mafia au

[dearlyanqels]

The Boyfriend Series

bored as hell. truly I am, so I'll be writing some you guys can request, I do say i suck at some shit, I'll try to write it as best as I can, please give me enough details, so I won't mess up on your things.

this can be as soft as it can or as nsfw as it can. I can do separate, group, or duo.

this is also very shitty

Asking You/Them Out

Seokjin, Kim.

the day he ask you out, is the day neither of you will forget.

beforehand he was your coworker, you both were in a work project, and he was the one in charge.

after the drinks, you two walk to the nearby apartments, since then you two had a bond.

how he asks you out was kinda funny, you two were out eating ice cream and walking around Han River when something made you gasp.

a small little ducklings was lost, and you couldn't help yourself but to help it into the water, until the mother duck came swatting at you that made you bump into seokjin.

his ice cream, cream his whole shirt, your drink of thick milkshake fell on his face and your body then landing right on the ground.

"is a bad time to ask you out?" he said laughing while wiping his face off. you couldn't stop laughing, but accept his offering.

he still buys you the thick milkshake, but walks a bit apart, afraid it might spill on him again.

Namjoon, Kim

namjoon adores nature, everyone knows that, but he loves you as well.

it was not to long ago that he ask you out, it started two weeks ago, you had stay the night with him just for the weekend.

and this was his chance, his moment that he and hobi were working on (hobi only help as impersonating you) he had to do this.

he open the door to his room, and followed the smell of your cooking for him. "you got this namjo-" he didn't get it.

he notice that weren't in the kitchen area, but next to his beloved bonsai tree, petting it. oh he was head over hills over you already.

"oh joon bug, food is finish, I saw on tiktok that talking to plants. so I wanted to talk it" he couldn't help himself, so when he walk to you, he trip on the coffee table

you tried to bit your laugh back, but failed. "oh honey" you said parting his hair, and kissing his forehead. "date me." he sounded more demanding then asking. "weren't we always dating we literally had-" he kiss your lips before you brought up the moments of last night's.

Hoseok, Jung

he could never ask you our without being utterly shy, like shy.

during his down time, he was laying down on the little cot the staff provided the members and rethink his practice performance like he usually does, that was until he heard your voice.

you came skipping to the cots and laid right next to him, you always cherished his after practice cuddles very much, and he knew you did becaus how sleepy you get.

"hobi" you quietly said, almost a whisper into his ear, he smiled and held you closer "yes?" he said equally as quiet. "you're warm" you said, he chuckled and grab your cheeks. he stared at your lips, your nose, and those beautiful and peaceful eyes.

"what are you doing after our concert?" he whisper you could practically fell the chills on his arm, and his heart race against your cheek. "I'm your stylist, I have to pack up" you stared deep into his eyes, seen the red around his cheek turn dark.

"let's go on a date, tomorrow, I'll get you at your hotel" he quickly got up and walk right out the room. you could tell he was very embarrassed how his mind didn't register what he just ask you, but you couldn't wait.

Taehyung, Kim

you two have been dating for nearly three years, and out of you two, he was the most romantic person.

he planned everything out, the lake spot, the meal that was cook (by seokjin, forgive taehyung he still learning).

he made sure to wrap your eyes, so you wont see the surprise, he even got your favorite flowers to make sure it was perfect.

he sat you down and grab your favorite drink and poured it for you. seokjin place off your blind fold and let you gasp at the view and thoughtful setting. "taehyung, babe" you looked at him, thanking your lucky stars for this moment.

"I know we been friends for so long, but I want to cross that bridge. the bridge of dating. will you go-" you couldn't help your self, you just had to kiss him.

he smiled into the kiss, thanking his lucky stars as well. every day since that day he couldn't stop loving you more than ever. "you remember when I ask you out, and you kissing me" he said kissing your leg as he massage your feet from a rough work.

"everyday, thank you for dating me" you said, he look at you with so much love and adoration. he really loved you.

Jimin, Park

just line hobi, he was shy. his confidence was gone when you walk into the room, because the way your smile was huge and the way you look just made him shy.

but today was not one of those precious days, you were crying and holding his Chimmy. he felt his heart shatter, and break into so many pieces. "why are you crying?" he lean on his feet and remove your hoodie from your face. "my friend-- the one who-- she" he watch as you tried your best to spurt out a sentence. "come let's go, we're in Busan, let's go to my father's restaurant" she shook her head.

"minnie, my clothes.. no" he didn't care and still pulled you to the door. the drive was silent but also had a little sniffles here and there. he open the door for you and just walk into the restaurant, not caring about the whispers or stares.

"thank you dad" he said, and pulled your chair. "you been planning this?" she ask, nothing could get passed you really. "yes, but we'll get to that later" he said showing his adorable smile. "yes, I would love to date you" you said, it wasn't how he wanted it, but he was still glad. and glad to make you smile.

"you were supposed to wait til we get back to hotel and I wipe your tears and we eat the little dessert. -- let me not be shy around you" he whined, you laugh and kiss his hand. "let me be the romantic one" he whined more and grumble some words, but in reality it was for to escape the sadness and smile around him.

Jungkook, Jeon

rain, dog walking and puddles.

oh how the two of you adore the rainy days, it's how you two met. your dog was running off her leash and bam ran after your dog that made both of you run.

he couldn't thank his dog enough for that faithful day.

he watch as you dance around and kick some water, your dog was just like you as well, jumping in puddles and all around happy, he was happy.

you stop, and stared at him for a little longer until the thunder roll making the dogs bark. "ah let's get to your house" he said you two both job through the rain and to the covered surface your home.

"-- wait, I gotta ask you something." he did pulling you out of the rain. he didn't notice your face when you jump into a big puddle that he accidentally got drag into. "fu- go out with me, let's have a date here" he pick you up throwing you over his shoulder and into your house as you giggled. in reality, you two have been dating for a little over seven months.

Yoongi Min

he was not one for spontaneous things, he liked to just do it as it is plan.

but you were spontaneous, and adventurous. it was one of the many qualities he enjoyed about you. so he had help from his family and friends to put togther a scavenger hunt.

and oh boy did it take a lot of time, a lot of planning, he was tired but he needed to do this.

hoseok and you were walking around until he received a text and instructions on a note to hand to you. "take a small trip to the ice cream store, its where we firste right?" the note read, you and hoseok begin the journey from there up until the second to the last note.

"and after you met my parents I needed you to meet my friends who are like brothers. they mean a lot to me. I know they mean a lot from you as well. ask namjoon for the note, but dear god don't let him drive i know he recently got his driver's license, still."

you felt namjoon's eye roll and gave you the last note "okay good, now follow these coordinates" the bottom was numbers, jimin jangle the kiss to the van, you all gladly accept and went along.

there he was, kicking rocks and looking at the waterfall. he nervously look up to see you gazing at the moment. "very adventurous and well planned out mr. min" you said smiling. "all to ask out the most important person I want to see every day" he said. "oh yoongi, oh my yes yes yes yes" he ran up to you and kiss your cheek. "I would have cried if you said no" he whisper, earning a laugh from you.

#bts x reader #bts fluff #jimin x reader #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #jung hoseok x reader #namjoon x reader #seokjin x reader #yoongi x reader #bts fanfction #bts ot7 x reader #namjoon x yn #seokjin x yn #yoongi x yn #hoseok x yn #jimin x yn #taehyung x yn #jungkook x yn #im bored #please text me if you want

[smhtaehyung]

shy on the sly (jjk)

chapter 5: falling into right hands

masterlist

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader , kim taehyung x reader (lovetriangleau sort of?)

genre: smut, comedy, summer camp au

warnings: eventual smut, oral sex, awkward kissing and oral sex, horny jk, masturbation, voyerism, inexperienced!kook, awkward conversations. (slowburn?) dirty talk, perverted fantasies, shy jk, maknae line ft. Hobi, summer camp alternative universe, swearing, underage drinking, thigh kink, scent kink, kinks all round, masturbation in shower, public.

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taglist: @mwitsmejk

summary: You and Jungkook finally sit down to have an honest conversation after a big fall out. Things get heated.

wordcount: 3,5k

THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER

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Jungkook always hated mornings. Especially that morning after he had to listen to one of his best friends plough Y/N. Loud and hard.

He woke up to a sound of Jimin exiting the room, Hae had still slept in the bed and Jungkook had wondered if he slept that heavily so he didn't hear them hook up or they just didn't do anything. But Jungkook thought that was hard to believe.

Either way, he felt as if he had won the sad lottery of watching his friends get laid while he couldn't step up and be direct with Y/N. It looked wrong. He knew.

Jungkook sat on the edge of his bed, observing the silence. His ears were resting from hearing her moans. And how a gross embarrassing feeling grew inside his chest.

He stood up, leaving his room silently. It hadn't even been 7 am. He felt the stares from Jimin and Hoseok who got up already but he ignored it.

"Hey, you good?" Hoseok tried to get Jungkook to say anything.

He nodded.

Jimin sighed. All of them simultaneously sighed, actually.

Jungkook hated that Taehyung was still asleep. He couldn't wait to give him a silent treatment until he apologizes. Jungkook had lost the competition inside his head again. And he hated that he was angry. He hated that someone made him feel that way as soon as he was ready to relax with a girl and get close with her. So, in that moment, he hated how poorly he chose.

Jungkook sat at the table, trying to eat his cereal in peace, but he was annoyed with his friends trying to get him to speak again a couple of times.

"Tell Hae to go back to her cabin. Morning inspection is starting soon." Jungkook's tone was cold as he looked at Jimin, breaking off the uncomfortable silence with an uncomfortable sentence.

"I know. I'm just avoiding it." Jimin chugged on his water.

"Why?" Jungkook was really curious, enough to pause the silent treatment.

"Because I think she likes me. And I don't want to mess around with that. I just wanted to fuck." Jimin spoke but his tone wasn't that believable. Jungkook wondered if he had liked Hae. He knew Jimin always rushed into relationships all the time except summer holidays. He loved being single during the summer so he set one rule to himself - never fall in love in summer. Jungkook always liked that rule.

"Okay. Just get her out of the room. I want to go back to sleep." Jungkook took another bite, hating the bland taste.

And Jimin did what he had to do. He woke up Hae with a kiss on her temple and let her out of the window with a hug. She smiled at him a lot before leaving and Jimin really liked that smile. Shame he had to stick to his rule.

But Hae left something important back at that cabin. She left Y/N.

Y/N woke up half an hour after she left, the sun already up and heating up the air. Her sweaty body woke her up. Another hot day. And another mistake.

Y/N looked to her left and face palmed hard, flinching when she hit her forehead loudly. Taehyung shifted for a bit, his bare torso creating a few drops of sweat which only meant one thing - he was probably going to wake up soon due to a heatwave she felt before waking up too.

She wanted to avoid that. Especially after what mess she made with Taehyung. His clothes and pillows were all over the floor. She realized Hoseok didn't even sleep in the room because his bed didn't give any sign of someone being there the entire night.

She hated to admit it, but Taehyung was good. Like really good. Even tipsy, he hit all the right spots and made her come several times. To Y/N, it was probably the best sex she ever had. Taehyung knew how to fuck. The way his tongue worked her up made her engrave it to her memory as well. His hands squeezed her sides so hard that it left red marks. Y/N sighed to herself once seeing it.

There was one thing she hated more. She hated she had to do this because Jungkook used her. As revengeful as she was, she was still mad at Jungkook. But felt sad all this had to happen. And she was kind of crushing on Jungkook, but it was way too soon to fully realize it.

She dressed up completely, opening the door of his room to sneak out. She thought everyone was asleep but she realized how bad it looks especially when all three pair of eyes looked at her.

"Hey." Jimin tried to break the awkward silence.

"Is Hae-?" Y/N scratched her head.

"She left." Jimin answered briefly.

She hated how it happened on accident. The eye contact with Jungkook. She wanted to control her look and try to make an impact on him. It failed. Jungkook blanky stared through her, hating how fucked and used up she looked now. She disgusted him. She really was only trouble in his mind.

"Taehyung's window is looking on the path. Can I go through the one in your guys' room?" Y/N kept scratching her head, shyly looking down.

"Sure." Both Jimin and Hoseok were of good help.

"Oh, you're being all shy now?" Jungkook's voice stung her. It felt as if she was stabbed. The passive aggressive tension rose with Jungkook's cold tone, quite rude and direct. He kept his eyes fixated on the cereal, taking a few bites as if it was all casual.

Jungkook hated how shy she was acting given her loud moans the previous night. He hated that she was trying to play off her shyness but always fell way too easy for physical touch.

However, as much as it hurt her, she decided to ignore it.

"See you guys." Y/N spoke softly, walking past Jungkook's bed. She hated how this was her first time in his room. Sneaking out at 7 AM on a Saturday morning after fucking his best friend in the room next to his. She really felt bad. And she hated that he was mad.

"See you." Jimin and Hoseok whispered loudly as she jumped in the bushes, sneaking out on a side path to her cabin. Thank god she had the key with her. She tip toed to the cabin door, slowly unlocking the door. She sneaked inside, careful not to wake anyone up. She was so into her own thoughts the previous night that she hadn't even notice Hae being there.

"Hey." Hae's voice made Y/N jump.

"Jesus fuck! What are you doing?" Y/N leaned against the wall in relief.

"I totally forgot you slept over too! God, I hate us." Hae whispered smiling to herself. Her smile flattened very soon. She looked quite down.

"You good, Hae?" Y/N stroked her arm.

"We'll see." She forced a smile out, walking away to her room.

Catching a few more hours of sleep was Y/N's wish too, so to stop overthinking she laid down on her bed and just rested.

And she slept quite heavily.

In fact, Taehyung was woken up by Hoseok shaking his leg.

"Yah, inspection is coming. Put on some pants, idiot." His tone was harsh. Taehyung hated getting up before 12 PM on a Saturday morning, it irritated him.

He stood up, putting on his loose t-shirt and shorts. He stood by the bed, the counselor already checking his room. Jungkook was looking into his room from afar, hating that he'd probably be able to smell her scent inside Taehyung's room.

As soon as the counselor left, the four boys were poisoned by tension in the air. Jungkook was judging Taehyung who was picking on his fingernail, feeling both apologetic and disappointed in himself. The silence went on for a whole minute before Jungkook spoke through his teeth - "You're an asshole."

"I'm sorry! I was tipsy she came onto me I thought you were casual! Yeah you two look suspicious but she really worked me up on purpose! Why is this a big deal? You keep saying you don't like her!" Taehyung raised his voice immediately, his nerves rising.

"I don't know! I would never do that to you, hyung. It just feels shitty. I wish I didn't need to fucking listen to it! I feel like a pathetic creep. And now she fucking hates me and I can't hate her!"

This was probably the most upset Jungkook looked to his friends. They were quite worried for him but decided to let him storm off to his room to calm down. They knew he needed to clear his head since Jungkook always knew how to push away the sensitive side of him. The irrational thinking got him feeling too sad though. Jungkook plopped onto his bed, just wanting to sleep for a couple of more hours. He couldn't wait for Monday to finally start his activities. He hated how self conscious he was becoming about stuff that never caused him to feel that way before.

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Jungkook stayed inside his room for the entire afternoon, missing the hiking trip. His friends had to lie to the counselors, saying he felt ill and he needed rest. It threw them off guard once Hae said the same thing about Y/N. The two of them alone at the camp resort was a recipe for disaster. The awkward bumping into each other both of them left their cabins made both Hae and Taehyung's friends worried. The situation was quite nerve-racking.

Y/N stayed at the cabin, still a little bit hungover and tired from last night. She felt so ashamed she didn't want to leave her room, but after feeling that breezy wind come from the open window, she wanted to clear her thoughts. It would be a shame to stay inside on such an enjoyable sunny day.

So, she decided to walk to the dock. She didn't know Jungkook decided to jog around the camp, something he always did when he felt stressed out.

The awkward situation was approaching. Y/N sat at the dock, observing the sparkling lake, her eyes squinting from the strong reflection in the water.

Jungkook's steps were getting louder each second, causing her to turn around.

"What are you doing here?" She raised her voice, making Jungkook almost trip and fall. He didn't notice her, given the sun was narrowing his vision.

He stopped, sighing a bit.

"Well, what are YOU doing here?" He tossed the question right back to her.

Y/N sat in silence for a few seconds until standing up, clearly ashamed and angry at him. She hated how easily she was controlled by him, and thought she fell for his grand master plan. A classic misunderstanding between them.

"Can we talk?" Jungkook softly asked, coming closer to her so she wouldn't walk away. However, she continued walking.

"Why? I don't need your apologies."

"I'm not here to apologize. I'm here to explain." Jungkook's tone was quite direct, kind of off putting to her.

Y/N widened her eyes at his rude tone.

"What-?"

"No, listen to me." He put his hand on her forearm, lightly squeezing it from the desperation he felt.

"You didn't let me explain last night. The truth is, I was terrified. I just, I'm.." As Jungkook tried to find words, Y/N tried her hardest to listen.

"Can we talk somewhere more private?" Jungkook begged.

Y/N wanted to reassure him they were probably entirely alone at the camp, but she decided to let him have it.

"Fine." She sighed and started walking towards her cabin, given it was closer to the dock than his.

Jungkook followed her, his timid steps keeping a distance from her.

The awkward walk towards the cabin was making them both feel so uncomfortable. Both of them were impulsive, and both of them were wrong. Pride is sometimes the downfall of every person, but it was the small voice inside Y/N's head that wasn't budging. She was quite sure that Jungkook really used her for his own good.

Y/N closed the door of her room. Jungkook felt as if he needed to throw up but figured, forcing himself to say it out loud would be the only solution in that moment. He barely managed to do it, but he said it.

"I'm a virgin." Jungkook finally uttered the words out loud, hating that familiar feeling of his chest tightening.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, sitting down in slight shock.

"That can't be true."

"It is." He continued.

"So, you avoided it last night because you were scared?" She asked him curiously.

"Hey, let's not exaggerate. I wasn't scared." Jungkook was a terrible liar, his tone not convincing her. He sat down next to her, keeping some distance.

"Why? How-? How come?" Y/N really picked her words wisely.

"I never felt the need to advance from foreplay with anyone. I never wanted to lose my virginity at the party. And usually everyone here hooks up at the party." Jungkook spoke more openly, Y/N staying silent as he continued.

"I mean that's how all the guys lost their virginities and stuff. I always just kept with forth base, I guess."

After he finished, he observed what she was going to say with so much focus.

"I get it. Trust me, totally. I just don't understand. Why are you saying this to me? Shouldn't you avoid me like all those girls you never really had sex with in the end?" Y/N raised her eyebrow.

"Because I want to fuck you." He was blunt, his tone sounding quite hot and attractive to her.

"I never really wanted that with any other girl at camp." He admitted, slightly smiling from how ridiculous he felt by saying it.

Y/N sighed.

"I can't do this to you. I had no idea you were a virgin. I can't be your first. I don't want to be." She couldn't stop the stressful word vomit.

She got up but Jungkook pulled her to sit down on the bed.

"Please." Jungkook held her hand, stroking her arm to sit down. She immediately surrendered, sitting down.

"I'm sorry for acting that way. Sorry for saying the wrong thing most of the time. But I like spending time with you. And I like getting physical with you. Can we just have fun like normal people do?" Jungkook softly spoke, his words convincing her. He was happy with the final outcome of the things he wanted to say. It was even better because it was truly sincere.

"I'm sorry I fu-I'm sorry I got with Tae." She looked down.

"Yeah, you're an asshole too for that." He was direct again, sliding next to her so that their thighs were touching.

Y/N rested her forehead against his.

"Do you want to...do this?" He asked.

"Not now right?" She asked in a worried tone. He immediately shook his head.

"Okay."

"But-" She disrupted his happiness for a moment.

"If we keep this friendship strictly sexual, we have to communicate, right?" She smirked, having a plan in mind. Jungkook smirked st her smugness.

"I agree. Do you have anything to get off your chest?" He moved his face closer to hers.

"I want to suck your cock." Y/N kissed the side of his ear and whispered. Jungkook, without a thought, put his hand on her cheek and brought her in for a kiss. His skin was slightly sweaty due to stress and the hotness of the day. The cabins heated up the same way they did. Soon, Y/N was stroking Jungkook's chest. The sun strays that entered the room really made her excited that she could see him in full light, not being able to hide anymore in darkness. His skin was glowing under the direct light. Those details always riled her up.

The sloppy sounds of kissing filled the entire room. Jungkook's soft lips were attached to hers, kissing her quite carefully and slowly. Y/N heated it up by interacting her tongue with his for a little while.

He started grinding his hips into hers, his hardening crotch rubbing against hers.

"You're good." She whispered into his mouth. Jungkook's lips formed into a shy smile.

"You're too." His deep whisper made her shiver. For the first time, they kissed without critiques and unnecessary comments. It was all quite real now. The fact Jungkook got to kiss her again after explaining everything made him exhale with ease.

They continued kissing, the act heavily progressing. Y/N straddled Jungkook's lap, grinding on his lap as they sat on the edge of the bed.

Jungkook skin was incredibly soft under her lips, and he always had a scent of cleanliness, as if he had just got out of the shower. Y/N enjoyed kissing down his neck and collarbones. Before Jungkook could even realize what was happening, Y/N was already kneeling in front of him, pulling down his shorts and underwear. His rock hard length sprung free, eager for her mouth and much more. Y/N's lips wrapped around him, sliding up and down, lacking control he took over.

He slid her mouth and head off his dick only to repeat the same motion moments after.

Jungkook let out a breathy moan, loving the way her mouth was so freely coating his entire cock. He pushed himself into her mouth faster, his grip on her hair tightening every second. His soft breathy groans turned into high pitched moans, totally immersed in pleasure.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He continued repeating over and over again, biting his lip to control his moans. He began having more firmer thrusts into her mouth. As he was thrusting himself inside, Jungkook had thought about how he’d fuck her. He tried to replicate it to her mouth, the thought of it driving the both of them insane. If only the sensation was more vivid and closer to it. He tried to close his eyes and listen to her muffles, imagining the mouth was her tight entrance, but the sensation of the mouth was a bit too different from how her womanhood would feel like clenching around him. But he could only imagine it.

Y/N on the other hand was soaking wet, her pussy yearning for him.

"I’d fuck you like this.” He moaned, pushing himself harder down her throat. He had realized how desperate she was for him to feel her up.

Y/N moaned at the thought, his hips starting to slam into her mouth as she took all of him in, gagging after every few thrusts. 

Tears prickled on the corners of her eyes, the sight of her mouth getting fucked like that was pushing Jungkook close to his edge.

“You're so amazing.“ He stroked her hair for a brief second, fucking himself into her mouth harder. Y/N felt his member twitch inside of her mouth as he took his final look at her cleavage before coming apart.

With a few more sloppier thrusts, his belly clenched and his grip on her hair was becoming slightly too rough. He shot his seed inside her mouth, letting out broken moans of her name out. Jungkook could have sworn he never came that hard in his entire life. He let go of her hair, his dick sliding out of her mouth. Y/N gulped his salty seed and wiped her mouth as he observed her carefully. Still kneeling in front of him, Y/N looked up and giggled, both of them left without words after a heated short lived session.

Jungkook leaned in and kissed her, bringing her up to sit on top of him. He kneaded her thighs, kissing her softly.

"Sorry if I was maybe too rough." Jungkook shyly spoke, nuzzling his nose into her neck.

"No,no. You were great." She smiled, kissing him in reassurance.

"I want to make you feel good." Jungkook spoke, his hand rubbing small circles on her sensitive clitoris over her shorts.

Before they could continue, both of them flinched at the sound of the cabin door opening. The girls were back. Everyone was back from their afternoon trip.

"Fuck, you need to go." She started giggling, rushing him towards the window. Jungkook got up, both of them not exactly knowing why he should run away but the feeling of slight shame and judgement was eating them inside.

Jungkook took one step out the window, kissing her before jumping into the bushes, he almost fell, which made Y/N panic.

"You okay?"

"I think so. See you later." He giggled, sending a smile her way. The knock on her door made her shift her attention from Jungkook who was already sneaking away to his cabin, trying to avoid the group.

"Is everything okay?" Hae was still knocking on her door.

Y/N opened the door.

During that same time outside, Jungkook realized he's been caught.

"Jungkook, what are you doing around here?"

Fuck - Jungkook thought. He knew that voice all too well.

NEXT CHAPTER 

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Just a Dream | jhs

Just A Dream

— Dreams usually don’t elicit anything more than a laugh from you, but this one? This one really shakes you.

Word Count: 6,530 Contents: flUff, sWeAriNg, pinch of crACk, y/n has an emotional crisis over a recent discovery, jiwoo is tired of ur shit and takes matters into her own hands (best girl (∩^o^)⊃━☆<333), SO AWKWARD (ur both awkward lil shits HAWHAHS), (N/N) is nickname btw, best friends to lovers! AU Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

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A/N: I HAVEN’T POSTED IN A WHILE BUT I’M BACK WITH A NEW NAME, A NEW THEME AND A NEW TALLY MARK ON ME SIMPING FOR JUNG HOSEOK <3 <3 <3 This be based on the concept of;

Rollover Reaction n. when your dream about someone you know skews how you feel about them all the next day, an emotion you are unable—and unwilling—to shake.

From the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows! (bc im a dramatic lil bitch <3) I hope you guys enjoyed it! 

As always, feel free to send in requests or talk to me! ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

“(Y/N)...”

Has your name always sounded this pretty in his voice like this?

Realizing just how little distance separates the two of you, you found it hard to breathe. He steals a glance on your lips, compelling a blush onto your cheeks as you do the same. You feel his forehead brush against yours, his fingers caressing your cheeks and moving forth to tuck a hair piece behind your ear.

Is this really happening?

His next words send tingles down your spine. 

“I have to tell you something...”

You wait in anticipation, heart beating against your chest. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, the sunset making him glow ethereal.

His lips spread into a beautiful smile.

“Wake up.”

What?

Your eyes shot open just as your 7:00 AM alarm began echoing throughout your room. Heart racing wildly, you were already rendered wide awake before your mind could even register the loud alarm ringing through the energetic beat of Dionysus.

Usually, you’d wake up jamming to your best friend’s song, but this time, you were left in such a haze that the alarm started picking up again—a snooze option that you had set to activate every five minutes in any case the alarm fails to wake you up the first time around. 

Eventually, you did knock out of it a little, turning off the screaming device just as it was about to start for the third time.  

Your mind seemed to forget how to breathe properly, as it focused solely on directing your eyes over the sight of your phone’s wallpaper. It wasn’t anything new, really—just a picture of you and your best friend, Jung Hoseok. It was taken about a few months ago, when you had flown over to surprise him at a concert. His stage outfit was ethereal compared to your subpar straight-off-the-airport look. Bright, big smiles, however, reigned over both of your faces as your arms snaked around one another without a care in the world.

Looking at this picture has never elicited such a sensation in you before, but here you were, barely managing to breathe with your heart racing uncontrollably and your mind projecting images in your head persistently.

Breath-taking sunset. Heartfelt words. Fuzzy feelings. Lips inching clos—

“Nope!” you scold yourself, shaking your head profusely. A strangled noise between a groan and a screech leaves your lips as you bring a hand up to tap yourself on the cheeks. Turning your phone down on the cushion next to you, you heave yourself out of the comfort of your bed and into the bathroom. 

The water was cool on your face—a refreshing wakeup call. In the mirror, you looked a mess—your hair strewn about, your eyes puffy, and your body drowning beneath a large shirt. You force a tight-lipped smile. “It’s just a dream, silly,” you reasoned, in spite of your frantic heart. “Just a dream.”

 (Y/N), (Y/N), pick up the phone! It’s your hope, your angel, your Hobi!

You jolt at the sudden ring of your best friend’s voice through the air, rendering you to look around the room and wonder if someone had been spying on you to make you extra miserable today. In the distance was a ringtone he had recorded for you, now playing a funky little track he had made for the both of you. It was something you were shameless about, but now, you wanted to damn it for bringing back the redness to your cheeks. 

Making haste and returning to your bedroom, you could see the device vibrating on the bed where you had left it. Your phone was lit alive with the notification overlapping the wallpaper you had been gawking at moments before. 

Hobi Hobi is calling...

“Snap out of it,” you scolded yourself, as you hovered your thumb over to answer the call. At this point, you were forcing the retaliating part of you to cooperate over doing such a meager task. “C'mon,” you murmured under your breath. “Why are you like this?”

It felt like such a leap of faith to will yourself to move your finger on a swiping motion. Your heart remained wilding within you—a shock, considering the fact that it felt like it was just about ready to jump out and scream at you to acknowledge the infestation of feelings that was plaguing it.

“Hello?”

Hoseok’s voice snaps you out of your reverie, making you (figuratively) shove your heart down to the ground and muffle its battle cries. “Hey!” you beam with a stagger, a little too enthusiastically that you mentally slapped yourself for such a blunder. “How’s it going, Hoseok?”

Immediately, you wanted to smack yourself at the snag in your plan to get over your dream. hOSEOK??? Why would you call him Hoseok like that?!

Fortunately for your sanity, your best friend seems to take no issue with the slight panic and change in your voice, and doesn't answer you with any questions. “Hey, (n/n),” he tells you, a little awkward but you can still feel that solar enthusiasm of his. “I’m doing great!”

Just then, Seokjin retaliates in the background. “Yah,” the eldest member whines, “easy for you to say! I'm dying over here!”

As you walk out to your kitchen for breakfast, you find yourself chuckling, mind slowly easing a bif. “Tough day at practice, hm?” you muse, listening to the other members in the background. You grabbed a bowl and a spoon for yourself, setting it at your dining table as you waited for Hoseok's reply. 

"Yeah, you know us," Hoseok coyly admits. 

Your heart swells with pride, a grin on your face begins to hurt your cheeks as you hear some more kerfuffle on the other line. “Best of luck to you all then,” you tell him as you scour your pantry for the cereal box. "Don’t push yourselves too hard.”

Knowing well that the gruesome practice can’t be helped with a comeback looming overhead, you opt to cheer them on instead. “I’ll bring jajangmyeon later,” you then promised, as you fetched yourself some milk from the fridge. “You guys deserve it.” 

The excitement in Hoseok's voice makes a smile on your face in an instant. "That's great!" the dancer beams, going off on a continuous ramble that didn’t give you quite enough time to butt in. "So, are you coming here by lunchtime or earlier? We'll clean up if it's earlier—wouldn't want you tripping aga—"

"Uhm, actually…" you were forced to interrupt Hoseok, which immediately plunges the situation into an awkward silence. "I was thinking about bringing jajangmyeon for dinner instead," you grimace at the lack of conviction in your voice, guilt and the aftermath of the dream nearly trembling your resolve.

Hoseok is understandably bummed by the news. "Dinner?" he asks, "why dinner?"

It seems to you that the girl’s day his sister invited you to last week has slipped Hoseok’s mind. "I have lunch with Jiwoo planned today," you tell him as you ready your bowl, “y'know, to catch up and take some promotional pictures for her?”

Hoseok clears his throat, embarrassed to have forgotten that. "Ah, right," he hums, "I forgot about that…"

You chuckle a little, awkward as you seat yourself on a stool. "Yeah…"

There was something apologetic in your voice, Hoseok could tell and he doesn't want to hold you back any longer for something that slipped his mind. "Well, you gals have fun," he urges you, doing his best to move the conversation along. "Send me pictures if you have any."

It's an effective strategy. "Okay," you reply with a lighter pep, relieved that he doesn't sound too upset. "Let me know if tonight's jajangmyeon plan's a go, hm?"

"Of course," he hums, "I'll go now. Break's almost over."

The delirium that nestled from your dream and the rest of the mess it made out of you renders you guilty for not making the most of your time with your best friend. This conversation definitely could've gone better. What the hel—

"Uh, (Y/N), good.. bye?"

Knocked out of your stupor, the spoon makes a loud clunk as it hits the bowl when you drop it to have your hand meet your forehead. Silent misery aside, you don't leave Hoseok hanging any longer. "Oh, sorry," you chuckle, embarrassed, awkward, and shy all together. "I just woke up."

Hoseok laughs at your half truth of a confession. 

"I'll see you later, Hobi," you say before he could start teasing you. 

Your best friend hums, letting your little dazed moment be as he bids you goodbye. "Can't wait!~"

Silence returns to its throne, swallowing the room as you were left staring at the floating cereal in your bowl. Running a hand through your hair, you reign yourself in. “Get a grip, (Y/N),” you tell yourself. “You have a whole day ahead of you.”

"You like him, don't you?"

A scandalized gasp came out of you, almost making you choke on the scrumptious cheesecake you had ordered on this fine day. To think you would get attacked like this! What blasphemy!

"No, I don't!" was your immediate response, followed by strings of barely coherent, hasty sentences. "That'd be silly—I mean, Hoseok's a great guy, but me and him—together?" you scoff, "Pssh, no, no. It's not… uhm…"

Your rambling words die a painfully awkward death at the hands of a realization that this was his older sister you were ranting to. Even if Jiwoo was also a friend of yours, blood is thicker than water and she would most likely side with her brother than you. Clearing your throat, you pick at your plate and choose silence.

Across from you, Jiwoo looked on, arms crossed and unconvinced, but she doesn't at all seem angered by your profuse denial about being with her brother. In fact, she looked more than amused, and that doesn’t spell good for you. "You know, if I hadn't known you for that long and haven't actually seen you with my brother, I would've been offended," she chuckles as she adjusts her hair over to one shoulder.

Your face is red. You could feel it. "I'm sorry," you grimace, "I just… haven't entertained the thought of being his girlfriend instead of girl friend, y'know?"

You can’t possibly catch feelings for your best friend—that’s ridiculous! 

Ever the straightforward friend, Jiwoo easily expresses what she thinks of your state. "I think you need to be more aware of yourself and your surroundings, honey," she clicks her tongue, shaking her head at you. 

Her words make your eyes snap back up, partly offended, but mostly incredulous. "What?" you gawked, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

Is she saying that Hoseok—your best friend of seven years and a worldwide superstar—likes, likes you?

The oldest Jung eases back into her chair, feigning a thinking face before she drags you through her observations. "Well for one," she began, "he cuddles to you every time he gets the chance to—glues to you, even."

It's true enough. 

Constantly sitting next to each other with your legs draped over each other in some form, running your fingers through his hair or arms to help him sleep, really tight and comforting hugs, occasional forehead kisses, and more!

You're quite used to it yourself. However—

"He's like that with everyone," you were quick to say. If being cuddly with you insinuates romantics for Jiwoo, then he might as well be married to the rest of his members. Physical touch was one of your best friend's  many love languages, and that was why you never tried to give any meaning to his affections.  

Jiwoo doesn't deny your remark, and instead readies a more specific receipt. "Last week," she recounts to you, "the two of you showed up together at dinner and his back was soaked from the rain while you were very much mostly dry."

She's talking about the dinner that Mrs Jung asked you to attend last Saturday—something about making sure to see that her other daughter is well fed and taken care of. For contribution purposes, you had thought to call up Hoseok a few hours before the dinner to help you cook something from your mother's recipe to bring to Jiwoo's apartment. 

By the time the two of you had gone out to leave for dinner, it had already been raining. Hoseok was the one with the umbrella, whilst you held onto the food, which definitely made some struggles for the both of you, but he got to change just fine after coming in!

It was another case of Hoseok being a sweetheart, so you don't really see the point. "Which means?" You raise your brow at her, pushing away that part of you that liked the bits she was putting onto the table. 

Jiwoo groans at you not picking up (or rather, refusing to pick up) what she's putting down. "You know he's fussy about being neat, and yet, he drops everything when it comes to you!" she exasperatedly tells you, "he cares for you a little too much more than a friend."

She's overthinking it, you tell yourself—as you began overthinking it. 

"Don't be ridiculous," you scoff, drawing the straw of your iced tea to your mouth. 

At the lack of your understanding, Jiwoo half-heartedly sighs, pulling out her phone. "This calls for a live demonstration then," she mischievously quips as her fingers move about on the screen. She awfully reminds you of Hoseok when he’s up to the maknaes’ troublesome bullshit. 

You gulp the drink, mostly out of nervousness. "What did you do?" you squint, suspicious of her. 

She gestures you to wait a minute as she stirs the straw in her cup, the sound of the ice swirling around somehow making you more antsy to think about what kind of stunt she pulled. 

Not a moment later, your own phone rings. 

(Y/N), (Y/N), pick up the phone! It’s your hope, your angel, your Hobi!

That silly ringtone rings in the air, making Jiwoo recoil at the cringiness of her brother's antics. She shakes her head and murmurs something under her breath. ("So nonsensical")

You, on the other hand, were too aghast to be embarrassed, the straw that your fingers held hostage now freed as you had both hands seizing your phone. That rational part of you looking for reason in every single one of her rebuttals suddenly shrinks at the sight of Hoseok's name on the screen.   

Why is Hoseok calling?!

"Go on, now," Jiwoo urges you with a shit-eating grin. "Answer it."

And so, with much reluctance, you did. 

"Hel—"

"Are you alright?" were his immediate words. "Did something happen?"

Damn. Not even a hello. 

You glance at his older sister before you, but she simply sips at her Iced Americano, watching the scene unfold like it was the year’s greatest blockbuster hit. "What?" you ask Hoseok, worried about what kind of stunt Jiwoo unknowingly pulled over your ass.

Hoseok’s panic doesn’t let up. "Noona messaged me, asking where you are," he tells you. "I thought you left your apartment already?"

You could envision that little frown on his face, brows furrowed deeply. His concern, admittedly, makes you feel things—such things that are not helping your case at the moment. "I, uh…" you gulped, thinking of a good excuse. "I got distracted, left my phone on silent until now, so…" 

There was a good few seconds of silence, broken by a soft sigh that was in between done and relieved. “You’re lying,” Hoseok easily concludes as he tuts. “She’s messing with me, isn’t she?”

Right, you should know better than to lie to him. Hoseok may have the most obvious “I’m-lying-so-sorry” expression, but you weren’t any better—especially when it comes to him. “Yeah, she definitely is,” you sheepishly chuckle, as Jiwoo snorts the moment your eyes meet with hers, immediately understanding she’s been caught. “I may or may not be an accomplice,” you lightly joke, “so sorry, Hobi.” 

Your best friend doesn't at all sound too upset. "It gave me a heart attack," he instead dramatically claims. "How could you two do this to me?"

You find yourself laughing, in spite of your previous state of disarray. "Ask her, not me," you try and nonchalantly shrug. "Did we interrupt anything though?"

"Nothing much," he assures you. "Don't worry."

With a hum, you decide not to fully trust him with that and let him go on with the aforementioned 'nothing much' he was doing—likely, it was choreography or music work, which are definitely not 'nothing much' when it comes to his line of work. "Right, well," you chirp, toying with the fork on your plate. "I swear I'll bring you extra churros for this. I'm so sorry we bothered you."

Jiwoo simply shrugs at this, but leans over anyway. "Sorry for pulling your leg," she half-heartedly muses, before going back to her plate and looking at you smugly. 

Hoseok chuckles. "You better," he playfully says, "but I'll, uh, leave you girls to your fun time."

Knew it. You hold yourself from snorting. He's busy. 

"Alright, alright," you muse to him, "Jiwoo and I will actually start our little shoot soon anyways. I'll see you later!"

Your best friend cheerily hums. "See you later!"

Eventually, you were left with your homescreen, staring back at the photo of you and Hoseok’s smiling faces. As the silence settles in and the conversation processes in your head, this has, admittedly, only left you more conflicted than before the call ever happened. 

"Smooth," Jiwoo says, snapping your attention back to reality. “You’re very quick to throw me under the bus, too, hm?”

You playfully roll your eyes at her, before pointing at her with your fork. “You threw me under the bus, too, y’know,” you claim, "what was that even for, you little minx?" 

Not at all threatened, Jiwoo simply slides her phone over and shows you what she sent to her brother. 

So that’s why he was panicky.

Though the notion of his panic does make your heart skip a beat, you refuse to do anything and overthink any further—not unless Hoseok himself says or does anything about it. "That was unnecessary," you tell her, stubborn as a bull. 

Jiwoo shrugs with a smug grin. "Did you hear how panicked he was though?" your friend teasingly lilts, wiggling her brows in a way that reminds you of Hoseok. "My little brother cares a lot about you."

The insinuation of her words makes you fluster and scramble for some semblance of indifference. "So?" you try and scoff, "I care about him, too. I'm his best frie—"

"You're in denial is what you are."

The certainty in her claim makes you question yourself for a fraction of a second, but you recover quickly. “No, I’m not,” you huff, “I just don’t see the po—”

“(Y/N),” Jiwoo says your name in a firm tone that calls your attention. Her expression is telling you to face the possibilities of it. “You’re literally a mess after having a dream about him,” she deadpans, “which isn’t even wet, by the way.”

That definitely shut you up, leaving you to spend the rest of your little rendezvous with her on frantic topic changes and multiple eye rolls. 

But you couldn't bring yourself to let Hoseok know of any of your slip ups. 

"How'd it go?"

Hours later, Hoseok sits on his swivelling chair before you, cheeks full and adorable as he chews on the takeout you brought. Your phone on his coffee table rings with happy buzzes of the boys thanking you for theirs. 

"Great," you tell him as you send them all a reply in the group chat. 

It was terrible. 

"Jiwoo took me to this nice little cafe and we took lots of pictures," 

She wouldn't stop teasing me as we did. 

"Smile, (n/n)!~" she teasingly coos in a manner similar to what her brother did in your ringtone, her eyes glinting with mischief as her phone flashes. "Pretend I'm your Hobi!~"

—

As he leans to look at the photos Jiwoo just sent over, you come to unfortunately notice the distance between you both is so little, his fringe lightly brushing your forehead as you both share the moment. You’re barely looking at the pictures at this point.

Fuck, (Y/N). Concentrate.

"You look pretty, (N/N)," Hoseok tells you as you catch his smile when you steal a glance his way. “The pictures turned out great.”

You don't think your nickname has ever sounded so sweet to you, and your heart races to think Jiwoo might be right. Yet, you really can't afford to think about this right now.

"It's not much," you manage to plunge yourself back into the conversation, trying to pass off his compliment for your sake. "I'm no model, Hobi."

Hoseok leans back into his chair as his knee comes to nudge yours. "Hey," he playfully scolds, "none of that, now. You're noona's favorite model."

Chuckling, you shake your head at his statement. "Because she doesn't have to pay me for the little practice shoots she makes me go through?" you tell him as you stuff your mouth with a serving of the black bean noodles.

Your best friend pouts at your refusal to take his compliment. “Because you’re a good friend of hers that’s very pretty,” he finishes the discussion, further shocking you into silence when he reaches forth to wipe at the corner of your lip.

A huff escapes your lips as you playfully roll your eyes. You stuff another bunch into your mouth, making sure to wipe after your lips yourself. 

Within you was a war between clashing thoughts, one that didn’t want to cause any trouble and one that didn’t mind the trouble. After all, it’s not so bad to have a little thing for someone like Jung Hoseok. He’s a complete package in your book. 

At the same time, he’s your best friend—one of your very best. He knows a lot of your secrets and struggles, and has helped you through one of your darkest times. He’s a big part of you, and you’d be lying if you said his absence in your life wouldn’t hurt. 

Fuck. You are a mess.

"What?"

Hoseok hesitates to repeat this time around, perhaps because of the cold tone that bled through your words—that lack of cheery, gossipy vibes you always seem to have when he asks you for things like this. "I have…" he stammers, "I have a date tomorrow? And I was hoping you could help me?"

Three weeks. You’ve mulled over your feelings for three weeks, in between hanging out with Hoseok, the boys, and Jiwoo. You used to tell yourself to give yourself time—to make sure of things before you make a move, but as it turns out, time doesn’t care to wait for you. 

Were you so occupied that you didn't notice Hoseok taking interest in someone else?

"No, no, I heard you, I just," you were at a loss for words. "I just…"

I just didn't expect it would hurt like this. 

"Nevermind," you laugh, grimacing because you know your disheartened state can bleed through. "But yeah, I'll, uh," you clear your throat, "I'll be there in twenty."

Hoseok’s end turns silent, and you already know that he knows something’s amiss. 

"You… you alright?"

Crap. He knows you too well. 

You hold back the urge to sigh, and gather your wits about you. "Mhm," you hum, "just work doing me in a little too rough lately, y'know?"

This isn’t entirely a lie. You took a lot of work to get your mind out of things, and Hoseok knows half of this, because you once had to do a project while hanging out with him the other day. 

“Oh, are you busy then?” Hoseok asks, his worry already evident. “You don’t have to come here if you are.”

You don’t know why you’re doing this to yourself, but you suppose you can chalk it up to holding up this little tradition as his best friend. It was hard as it is for him to go on dates, and none of them have ever ended successfully, which is why he has his best friend—you—to help make sure he's as fine and handsome as he can be. 

No matter how masochistic you may seem to be, you didn’t want Hoseok to lose his best friend, just because you lost the chance to confess. “No, no,” you tell him, “I can come. I can use the break.”

“Alright,” he tells you, voice soft and unsure but happy nonetheless. “I’ll be waiting.”

The call ends and you fall back onto your bed, groaning as you feel your eyes stinging. This is no time to cry, you tell yourself as you haul yourself in front of the mirror to get ready. Be happy for Hobi.

And yet, the person that starts back at you had her hair a mess with stubborn stray tears already running down her cheeks. She looks tired and empty.

You’re a mess, (Y/N).

It took a while—definitely more than the twenty minutes you promised—but you arrived at the dorms with a fresh face after you spent some time concealing your sorry state. Seokjin welcomes you inside, telling you that you should have dinner with them while you're here and you barely had the energy in you to refuse. 

It was then you headed to Hoseok’s room to start rummaging through his closet with him. The air between you is awkward with only the sound of his playlist in the background to fill in the silence. Perhaps, it's your fault, but Hoseok hasn't spoken up either. 

C'mon, (Y/N). Say something. 

"So—"

"So—"

You and Hoseok freeze, eyes staring wide at one another as it processes in your heads what just happened. 

Oh, damn. This is painful. 

He laughs and yours follow suit, albeit small and sheepish. "You first," Hoseok, ever the gentleman, says. "What'd you want to say?"

“What look do you want to pull off?" You ask him, tucking stray hairs behind your ear. focusing yourself on the clothing pieces even as you fail at it miserably. 

Hoseok runs his fingers through his hair as he laid out his plans for tomorrow. "Well, I was thinking of taking her to an interactive exhibit Joonie suggested," he tells you, "then maybe we'll hit some karaoke or something."

You hum, feigning to think for a moment, when in reality, you were spiralling down a path of imagining Hoseok with the girl. Undoubtedly, he'd be ooh-ing and aah-ing at the pieces, try every single intractable, and take tons of pictures. They'd have a grand time, and that makes your heartache run green with envy. 

Right, you don't have the right to be jealous. You're here to help him pick his outfit. 

"Well, I,uh," you clear your throat, parting the hangers in search of something. "I think the sweater you got last month looks go—”

“You're doing that thing."

Beside you, Hoseok's statement rings through your ears, making you freeze and turn his way. Heck, you didn't even realize he was next to you. In spite of your nervous disposition, you manage to pull yourself together. “Hm?” you ask, brows raised as you scratch the back of your neck. "What thing?"

Hoseok crosses his arms, his gaze practically burning a hole through you. “That thing where you avoid eye contact and play with your hair,” he says, trying to connect dots inside his head. "Something's in your mind."

Panic alarms go off in your head now that he pointed such things out. You keep both of your hands off nowhere near your hair and stare in between his brows to give off the impression you were looking at him. "What?" you half-heartedly scoff, as you finally found the sweater you were looking for. "Nothing's on my mind."

You lay out the sweater on his bed along with a pair of pants you thought would look good with them, fiddling with them to keep yourself busy. 

"Now you're fumbling," he then claims, "so it's probably something you don't want me to know."

Why does he have to be right?

Movements pausing, the sigh you let out makes you close your eyes. "Let's just pick an outfit, okay?" You say exasperatedly with a smile, now openly sending the message that you wanted to end his prying then and there. 

Hoseok gets the message, sighing as he sits on the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry," he then mumbles, hands fiddling with each other as a pout sets on his lips. He looks like a guilty child at the moment. 

It's an awful thing to wish for, but a part of you hopes his date doesn't go well. That way, you can redeem that chance you missed. That way, you can properly move on from this if things don't end up going your way. 

You gingerly reach forth to wipe his hair away from his forehead, in turn tilting his head up towards you. "I'm sorry, too," you tell him, "but there's… there's a right time for it. Just not now, okay?"

Hoseok nods after a while, his eyes seemingly now deep in thought, too. Damn, your wallowing is contagious, isn't it?

"C'mon, get up and try these on," you pep, trying to be more cheerful as you tug at his hands. (You try not to savor the feel of his touch)

The air turns somewhat softer, the awkwardness dying down as Hoseok slips into the combination you thought of. The sweater had a colorful little pattern—not too wild, but still fun—and the white button shirt that you had him peek out beneath it gave it a little bit of a classy flare. You had to spend a few seconds close to him as you popped the collar over his sweater, but you managed to remain sane. 

He looks handsome—as usual, only now it takes your breath away even more. 

You smile softly. "Looking good," you tell him, a little proud of yourself when he has a look of approval on his face as he looks at himself in the mirror. 

Hoseok adjusts his pants as you soon reach to fix his shirt from behind. He takes this as an opportunity to speak. “Noona told me something…” he quietly starts, eyes flitting to you to watch your expression. 

How unfortunate that you visibly freeze with your eyes going wide in panic. If it's Jiwoo, then there was a chance that it was nothing good. You couldn't tear your eyes away from him in the mirror, remembering what he said earlier about you. “What did she say?” you manage to ask, though you really dread to know. 

Your best friend definitely doesn't make things easier for you, turning around to face you, which forces you directly under his gaze. “She said that,” he purses his lips, a little hesitant, “that you like me?”

The world stopped then and there for you. 

God fucking damn it, Jiwoo!

“It’s nothing,” you said before you could even process it. Your eyes tear away from him as your instinct tells you to step back, get out, go home, and lock yourself away from the world. 

A firm yet soft grip seizes you by the arms—it was Hoseok. "You’re lying,” he says, eyes still piercing you. 

With your heart beating wildly against your chest, you were getting pretty prickly. “Well, how do you know?!” you snap, eyes still stubbornly looking away. 

A stupid question really.

Hoseok watches as you're practically glaring at his desk. “I’m your best friend,” he tells you, eyes so soft and never losing patience. “Of course I’d know.”

Your skin reddens and heats under his touch, but your eyes nearly water. “It doesn’t matter, Hoseok,” you tell him—and yourself. 

He frowns at the sad sureness in your voice.  "Why?"

You finally take courage to take his wrists and ease your way out of his hold. “You have a date, remember? We have to get you re—”

Before you could take a step away from him, your best friend doesn't let on. His hand takes hold of your wrist. “What if I tell you the date actually depends on the situation at hand here?”

Shock befell you as you turn to him in surprise. “What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask, brows furrowing as you head processes his words. Does he mean what you think he means? 

Hoseok reaches forth, hand cupping your cheek and wiping something away—were you crying? “It means, (N/N),” he softly muses, as his lips quirk into a smile. “I like you and I’d like you to come on the date with me.”

You could hardly believe what was happening. "But… the date…"

"Is for us," Hoseok confirms as he threads his fingers together with yours. "That is if you say yes."

“Oh.”

The man has the audacity to chuckle at your dazed self. "Oh?” he muses, swinging your hands with his. “So,” he then says, “is it a date?”

Your heart beats faster for a different reason all together now that the butterflies ran amok in your belly. "Well,” you murmur, pursuing your lips. “I think I like you.”

Hoseok's grin grew wide at your shy glance towards him. "You only think so?" he then playfully pouts, "you're not sure?"

"Are you?" you sloppily retort—like a child, really. 

"Yeah," he, instead, softly smiles as he takes the time to sit back down on the edge of the bed, which makes him look up at you standing before him. "I have been for the past three years."

This shocks you beyond all the initial shock he's put you through already. "What?" 

All this time?

He hums in response, nodding as he stares at your hands joined together. 

On the other hand, you're on a roller coaster of emotions. 

A part of you feels happy, of course. This is your three-week long agony coming to an end—the lost chance no longer needing to be seized. He likes you. 

And yet, guilt bubbles in the pit of your stomach. Jiwoo was right. You weren't aware of your surroundings. If those three weeks felt like hell for you, what more for him? Three years of longing for your stupid ass to notice and return his feelings? 

Did he spend that time in between trying to get over you? Were those what the dates were for?

Did he spend some of his days wallowing and spiralling down a rabbit hole of what-ifs?

Did he spend moments thinking of a way to take his chance but fail in the end?

"(Y/N)?" he calls to you, worried what has you so deep in thought. 

Knocked out of your stupor, you plop on the bed next to him with a sigh. "How did…" you mull over your words as you stare at his ceiling. "How did you know for sure that you liked me?"

Hoseok follows suit and stares at the ceiling with you as if you two were about to star gaze. "You know when I had a burnout so you planned a little getaway for us for a weekend?" he says, earning a hum from you. "I realized you're one of the few people I can show and trust my heart to. Life's just a whole lot better with you in it…" 

You know how that feels. 

Soon, his voice falls quiet—a little pained. "At some point, I thought to myself," he takes a deep breath. "Even if I'm not the one who gets to have her in the end, it'll be fine as long as she's in my life."

From the corner of your eyes, you could tell he turned his head over to you, and in spite of your hesitation, you turned to meet his eyes. "But then, noona's been pushing me lately, insisting you have feelings for me," he grins at this, "and it gave me a lot of hope to be honest."

Hoseok fully rested on his side at this point, head resting on his arm as he looms over you. "How about you?" He then quips, "When did it start?"

You go back to staring at the ceiling, cheeks flustering. "I had a dream…" you shyly confess, and in an instant, you could sense his mischief. 

"Oh, yeah?” he muses like a gossiping hag, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “What about?"

You lightly slap his chest upon seeing him grin wolfishly. "It's not like that, stupid," you whine, as you, too rested on your side. You recounted your dream. "We were somewhere nice and it was romantic and everything. The sunset was pretty, and then…"

Your words and train of thought fades into nothing as you turn your head, realizing how little the distance between the both of you is, how beautiful Hoseok looks this close, and how serene everything feels. 

"Then?" he prompts you to continue, smile growing wide with eagerness. 

"Then, we…" your eyes flicker to his lips. You don't think you'd be able to finish your words at all. 

He looks handsome, as always, but the distance that inches close between the both of you only makes your heart beat just a little bit faster. With the warm hues of the setting sun gracing over his features and the warmth of his presence over all, everything seemed to be in the very same wistful filter of the dream that lingers still at the back of your mind.  

Everything was familiarly falling into place. 

His hand reaches forth to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear. 

Hoseok leans in, as your heart pounds. 

This is it. This is your dream literally manifesting itself into reality.

How unfortunate that the kiss lands on your forehead. Well, that was anticlimactic. 

Hoseok leans back, laughing lightly upon seeing your face. "Why are you pouting?" He teasingly questions as he lets the arm he was resting on fall. He's laying on his stomach, looking up at you like a puppy trying to make you melt. 

"None of your business," you grumble, red as a tomato, as you lay on your back, which purposefully sets a distance between you both. 

Your best friend—boyfriend?—simply laughs at your embarrassment as he scoots close and drapes an arm over your stomach. "C'mon now, (N/N)," he coos, cheek now resting against your shoulder. "You of all people would know that I'd like the first kiss to be perfectly romantic."

The blush across your cheeks reddens further at the promise of the real kiss. "Damn you."

Hoseok's laughter rings yet again as he cuddles you more in his arms. 

You don't protest at all, of course. This moment opens the door for you to a version of your future with no regrets swallowing you whole, marking the moment where you, nor Hoseok, have to see each other in an unreachable lens of heartbreak. This moment is where your fantasies come to cross the threshold of reality.

You suppose you owe Jiwoo a thanks, after all.

𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 : @mwitsmejk​ @dreamamubarak

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Love Me, Leave Me - (M) Series

Pairing: Idol!Hoseok x f.reader

Genre: Friends with benefits!au, idol!au, Eventual smut, Mature Audiences.

Synopsis: It was one simple rule. Don't fall for each other. His idol life could never support your needs as a woman, and you couldn't support him emotionally with the stress of being 'on' all the time. Only one thing... too late

Warnings: Eventual smut, heartbreak, forbidden love kinda trop, Hoseok kinda mean, Y/n is just so hurt by him (poor bby), don't worry it gets better. Dom!Hoseok, Blowjobs, Fuck sessions, Cum play (ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ˢqᵘⁱⁿᵗ), switch!Reader, I think that's it..?

W.c: 1,954

Edited: Yes

A/n: It's getting colder outside where I live. Time to turn up the heat.

Masterlist

Chapter 1 - More than this

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When you find the love of your life, people say you just know. Know that you’ll forever love the way they part their hair. Their style of clothes, their attitude towards life. You’ll fall for everything about them when it comes to love at first sight. 

How had things gone so wrong?

You just wanted the stupid perfect future family. Two or three kids, a big house with a wrap around porch, and white picket fencing guardian what should’ve been rightfully yours. 

Maybe you had known it all along. 

You never felt like he had been truly yours. 

Sharing a man you’ve come to love so much, 

With millions of others. 

It’s hard, yes. 

Do you tire of it? 

Absolutely. 

But what can you do? Waltz into that bastard of a boss’s office of the man you’ve been sleeping with for the past six months, demanding that he takes your love out of his back-breaking career? 

It’d crush him. 

You’re just …

Stuck. 

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“I wish you would’ve waited for me” She whines, coming to link her arm to yours. “I’m sorry, but I was too hungry” You both laugh, taking a lick of your rolled ice creams. “So, what should we do this weekend?” You shrug, burying your face into your sweet goddess.

 “I don’t know. I have a little more work to send into Dr. Berkeley” Your response makes her pout. 

“Come on, ____! He’s such an ass anyways, what’s a day’s difference?” she pokes your side, setting you both off into a fit of giggles. To others, you might’ve looked a bit too close. But to you two, it was only friendship. You’d both made that clear at the very beginning. 

February 2nd, 2019

“Nice to meet you, ____! My name is Soo-a.” You both exchange handshakes, returning the smiles. “This place all ours?” She sets her things down in your doorway, walking in awe at the high ceilings. “Yep, my old roommate moved in with her fiance. Though, not sure how long that’s gonna last” she chuckles, and hands you a white envelope. 

“Thank you for taking me in, _____" You nod, giving her the rest of your tour.

~ ~ ~ ~  ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Still, even if he might be the worst person on the EARTH, he still controls my paycheck balance!” She laughs, taking a sip of her milk tea creme boba. 

“Yeah, but it’s your birthday! Can’t you just tell him that?” You shake your head. “He’s the hardest one to compensate for”. She smirks, wiggling her eyebrows. 

“Hard?” Punching her arm, you both resume your laughter. “Shut up!”

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“Come on girly! We’re gonna be late for cocktail hour!” Soo-ah yells down the stairs, hurrying up your motions. “Almost finished!” You slip on the knee high boots, adjusting the hem of your dress to not be too flashy. Your eyes pause on the little dinky piece of jewelry your ex had gotten you for your anniversary last year. 

…

“Why can’t you just believe me, ____??” The glass shattering brings back the recently observed memories of what your asshole of a boyfriend had been doing in the club that night. 

“Believe you!? Why should I when you literally have lipstick and hickey marks on you!?” He  huffs, following you around the apartment, trying to stop your motions from throwing his shit out of the balcony window.

 “HEY! We’re on the 37th floor, you bitch!” He raises his hand, before you know it, you're on the floor with bruises and cuts all over your shaking body.

The rain poured down almost as hard as your tears. Silent cries are heard through the whole apartment when he left much later after his anger-releasing session, which you had been unfortunately on the receiving end of. That night, he’d taken something from you much more than happiness. 

Your love. 

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That’s how you ended up here. Sleeping with every person known to man. Being gone in the morning with nothing but a trail of self-deprivation and an even larger hate for yourself. Anything but the hurt from love you remembered. Never the same person, too much of  a risk for falling. 

Again. 

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“Which one are you thinking, ____?” Soo-ah’s sweet voice pulls you out of your thoughts. 

“Huh?” She giggles, setting the teal blue button up sheer shirt down on the rack once more. 

“Earth to ___?. Where’d you run off this time, Dorothy?~” Your cheeks redden from the nickname. 

“Shushhh” You press a finger to her lips, you both laugh at the scene. 

“Why are we even here? Is your closet AND my closet not good enough?” She chuckles, walking hand-in-hand with yours. The action wasn’t new. You’ve been friends for almost 5 years. Sleeping in the same bed sometimes, even. She’s been your rock, the only one you can really open up to. She’s an amazing listener. She sat with you for 3 days in your bay window, silently letting you cry on her shoulder after your bad breakup. Bringing you everything from ice cream, to your laptop to curl up and watch stupid people in stupid love. 

How stupid. 

“I knowww, but we’re going to the club again tonight! I can’t be seen in the same outfit! What would people think of me??” you laugh, nodding at her.

“Okay okay, just hurry up. I still need to send in that report for Dr. Berkeley.” She nods, acting like a kid in a candy store.

“No promises, babes!” She peaks her head out from behind the curtain once, before retreating to try on more clothes. 

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With each of the man’s thrust, you’re pushed further into a pit of boredom. Getting lost in all the chores you have to do, once you get back to your apartment. Soo-ah had already picked a guy up at the bar, not even five minutes into arriving. So, looks like it's just you for dinner once again.

“I told you the blue works~” she teases, whispering as she gets led away from the crowd, and you. 

“Fucking hell, Yes, GOD YES!” 

You thought it'd be a good idea to scope out a guy of your own to release your stress. Though, it hadn’t gone the way you planned. He’d immediately pulled you into the bathroom stalls, already stripping you of your cute black skirt.

 At least finger me, bastard. You thought.

“S-shit! I’m gonna cum!” He moans, two more wear slaps to your ass applied. 

You’re just waiting for him and his shrimpy dick to hurry up and finish. Maybe you could stop by and get some fried chicken on the way home? If this fucker would hurry up already. 

“F-fucking yES!!-”  He sounds like a screaming banshee. How’d you find him attractive before the 5 tequila shots you had downed? You didn’t. No amount of alcohol in the world would make this boy attractive to you. Period. 

Beads of hot cum drip down your thighs, as his thrusts start to subside. His sweaty body leaning forward for support against your own. You immediately move out from under him, quickly fixing yourself and making your way out of that sex-filled place. 

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Your mind is still racing with thoughts on food. Chicken? Naengmyeon? Should you order some chinese food instead? Maybe you can even get some of those crab rangoo-

“Oh shit! I’m sorry-” The cold liquid drips down your white blouse, soaking and staining the material quickly. 

“Fucking- ..Damn it!” You groan, grabbing napkins out of the man’s grip, wiping yourself off. 

“I’m so sorry- I didn’t see you there” You look up, eyes met with a dark haired man, with an alluring aura. His brown eyes pull you in like the kid dipping his whole hand into the chocolate stream in willy-wonka and the Chocolate factory. His white undershirt slightly unbuttoned, revealing a sliver of his tanned collarbone. 

“I..it’s okay-” You reply, still studying his frame. A little taller than your own, with muscles threatening to break his suit. The charcoal grey black suit he’d been sporting. 

“No, I should’ve been looking where I was going-” he shakes his head, denying your excuse. 

“No, it’s my fault, darling. My contacts had been messing with me.” offering some more napkins stolen from the bar side. “Fucking blind eyes..” he mumbles, trying to help you wipe off the liquid, before quickly releasing that he’d been overstepping, You chuckle at his cuteness. How can someone be so hot … be so adorable?

“No really, it’s fine. I never liked this stupid thing anyways” his shoulders relax a bit, now knowing that you won’t be suing him.

“Still,”

His frame takes up much more space than you’d thought.

“I’d like to make it up to you..” He whispers against the shell of your ear, the room sounding a lot less deep. You look up, returning the same look in his eyes. He pulls you closer to his figure, pressed up against each other’s bodies now. 

“Your place or mine?”

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His apartment hadn’t been what you were expecting. Same figures dance still-like on his top shelves, Some of animes you’d never heard of nor seen, and some just pictures of him with (what you’re guessing) is his friends. 

“Can I get you something to drink?” He walks in, a glass of water in hand. 

“No thank you.” Your arms folded across your chest, examining the detailed and very minimally decorated apartment. A dark gray comforter, one that almost matches the shade of his suit, lays across one of the beds. Two beds?

“Do you live alone?” You ask, joining him on what you’re guessing is his bed. 

“No. I live with my roommate, Jimin. But he’s out with his family right now so..” The look in his eyes tells you anything and everything you might ask. 

“So.. no water?” You shake your head. Leaning in, closing the gap between you both. He doesn’t hesitate, meeting your lips in the middle. A hand comes trailing up your cheek, while the other guides you to crawl onto his lap. You obliged, sitting yourself against his taut frame. Your hips grind down to meet his own, hand coming to wrap around your head, gripping your locks firmly. He gives a slight tug, testing the waters. 

“Fuck-” you moan against his lips, pushing him backwards onto his bed. You both barely make a dent, ironically. His kisses are passionate to say the least. Fighting with the only weapon a rapper knows how to use. 

Tongue. 

“Off.” He tugs on your shirt, the message sinking in quickly. You raise your alcohol stained shirt over your head, throwing it somewhere across the room. Your hand travels down his chiseled frame, resting atop his hardening clothed cock. Your palms press lightly against the fabric, teasing him. He throws his head back, pushing against the sheets, moans heaving from his chest.

“F-fuck baby please- don’t tease” You giggle, unzipping the fancy fabric, Shimming your way down his torso, you place your hands on his thighs, eye-level with his crotch. 

He sits up, putting his weight on his elbows to watch your moves. You pull his trousers down his thick thighs, just enough to free his throbbing cock.

“Holy shit..” He curses, you giving kitten-like licks up and down his shaft. He moves a free hand back to his original position on your head, firmly gripping brunches of your hair at the root.

Spitting in the palm of your hand, you wrap your hand around his dick, motioning it up and down, pressing butterfly-like kisses to the tip, allowing more pre-cum to spill out the slit. You wrap your lips around the top, before taking in a big breath through your nose, loosening your jaw. The rest, wrapped in your hand perfectly, moving with the rhythm of your bobbing. It had been a while since you'd sucked some actual dick. The random guys you'd slept with had just shoved it in like an impatient kid wanting the stupid gumball machine toy.

“F-fucking sh-shit!” He stop your motions, holding you above his dick pausing the session. “Did I do something wrong?” He shakes his head. 

“I..I forgot to ask your name..”

You smirk, wiggling your way out of his grip to continue your motions. You look up through your eyelashes, a glassy look spreads across your gaze. 

“Call me mommy”. 

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#Bts hoseok fan fic #bts fan fic #jung hoseok #shitty smut and fluff writing #bts fwb #If you notice the easter egg in this #it's because my smut skills rn sound like an expository essay #soooo- i plagiarized from my own work so lol #one part done #woo. hoo. #this hard work yall #my brain no work rn #idk how #jung hoseok x reader #hoseok x reader #hoseok x yn

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Tennis Court ᨒ jhs

ᨒ Staff: Jung Hoseok

ᨒ Accommodation: Suite

ᨒ Pairing: reader x tennis coach!jung hoseok

ᨒ Word Count: 1.3k

ᨒ Genre: smut, friends to lovers

ᨒ Rating: 18+

ᨒ Warnings: exhibitionism, name-calling, slight degradation, light manhandling, protected sex, dirty talk. 

ᨒ Summary: If only the tennis coach wasn’t as good looking as he was, you would have probably not needed to crawl your way into his p̶a̶n̶t̶s̶  heart.

ᨒ A/N: I am well aware this is not actually how tennis attire works but for the sake of fanfiction let’s pretend it does. 

Bangtan Resort Masterlist

You can’t help but do a double take in the mirror inside the locker room before you decide to exit it. The sun is barely shining up in the sky, its warmth slowly but surely melting away the cold night breeze. The skirt’s fabric is somewhat uncomfortable in between your legs, and you’d surely blush if it all wasn’t some part of quite an elaborate plan. 

Classes with Hoseok were always a treat, the man could keep a smiling front for more than an hour straight. And mean every single second of it. Not to even begin with the absolutely sexy way he moved inside the court, the unholy grunts and shouts he let out while playing that had your mind wandering off elsewhere. It was easy to fall for the man, even easier assuring yourself a spot on his friendship list; working your way towards being his preferred training partner was more a mix of overtime solo training and making sure you’d wake up at ungodly hours. But you had managed just fine. 

Hoseok’s first class of the day wouldn’t arrive until past 7:30, which left you a good 45 minutes to work your plan to perfection. 

“I was starting to think you wouldn’t make it!” his voice is subdued by the noise of his tennis ball hitting the wall behind him with practised ease. 

You’re quick to throw an award winning smile his way “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Hobi”

“Three out of five?” You’re still quite unceremoniously staring at him when the ball hits your side of the court, leaving you no room to react properly, which makes the man let out an endeared laugh “That  makes it one out of three, Y/N! You better keep up!” 

You don’t allow the fact that he is quick to gain advantage against you deter you from the single goal you had in mind for the day. Not the three to two in the game, nor the way you’re completely replaced inside the court for his morning class, leaving you to wait for almost an hour by the sidelines. You’re quick to make your time worth it as you freshen up yourself, making sure your skirt is pulled up just a tad shorter, bouncy and flowy with each step you take– you’re almost sure anyone would be able to see under the fabric without much fight. Especially Hoseok. 

The man is perched around the water fountain, racket around his feet as you approach him, making sure to add an extra bounce on your step. And if he has to rasp his throat a few times, in a futile attempt to hide the way you could clearly see his dick twitch inside his training shorts, you can’t help but smile at the sight. “Y-Y/N! I thought you had- uhm, left for the day?”

“Oh I just thought it would be nice to hang around, I don’t get to do it much” you don’t miss the way his eyes roam your body as you position yourself to fit in front of him, having to squeeze in between his body and the counter, to which he doesn’t quite move an inch, your barely covered ass pressing against the front of his pants, his lips too close to your ear as you make sure to press back, earning a soft grunt from him, his hands landing on your hips as you feel him harden against you. 

“I thought I was seeing things when we were playing and I saw nothing under your skirt” his hand is quick to find its way under the piece of clothing, a refreshing contrast to the way you seem to run hot when around him “All of this- just for me?”

“Want to go back to my suite?”

“I should just bend you over here, let everyone see what you’ve been strutting around since so early in the morning” he tsks “Such a slut, Y/N, such a charade you pull off for your tennis instructor” 

“Ah- yours only”

“Oh so you’re my slut” He makes a content sound in the back of his throat, amused even. “Let’s see if you live up to the title, lead the way, Y/N” 

Hoseok is playful while walking down the hall into the tennis court, quick to let himself be guided towards your suite. He’s unable to keep his hands to himself, making sure to leave no room to faltering kisses planted on your lips the further you walk into the secluded area. He even makes sure to slap your butt once for good measure as you open the door for both of you. His mouth is on yours the second you close the door, calloused fingers slipping down the fabric until they rest on your ass, maneuvering you so your weight is on him in a second, legs wrapped around his hips as he walks the both of you towards the bed. 

“God you have no idea how much I’ve waited for this” he leaves rushed kisses along the expanse of your neck as his hands fiddle with the hem of your shirt, pulling it off your body “Had you said something before, we could have been doing this so much sooner” 

Your own hands make sure to dispose him of his own clothes, nails trailing down his toned body, breaths entangled with each other as you bring him down to keep on kissing, lips moulded to each other, one of his hands comes in between your legs to play with your already dripping folds, teasing for a few seconds before he inserts two fingers, making sure to pump them to a rhythm not so strayed to the way your mouths kept on moving together. 

“O-oh I really- god I really need you inside me” one of your hands comes in between your bodies to stroke him from the confines of his own boxers, hardened length throbbing in your palm as he lets out a shivered breath. 

“Such a slut for me, Y/N” Hoseok makes a quick work out of his underwear, your eyes don’t even catch the way that he’s already rolling a condom down his length and lining it up to your entrance “Were you this wet for hours? Was this your plan all along? Having me fall for such a tight pussy, huh? Think that would keep me around?”

Your mind is hazy at the way the whole bed rocks with your body, each thrust of his slowed yet deep as he moves with practised ease and grace, one which you would always admire and left to wonder about while watching him play. The sun filters down in between the blinds, soft warm glow hitting the back of Hoseok’s head in a way that lets you admire his caramel skin, the way that his whole body seems to fit perfectly above you, the room filled with moans and lewd sounds as he speeds up his pace, face buried in your neck, your nails tracing his back as you feel yourself tightening around him, a shuddered breath of his as he fills up the condom, making a quick motion to detangle himself so he can tie it up and throw it blindly on the obviously-placed bin. 

Your voice is small as you watch him collecting his clothes “Aren’t you staying?”

“As much as I’d love to-” as if on cue, his phone starts ringing from somewhere on the floor “...that’s my 1pm class, but I’ll be back with dinner, alright?”

He’s fully dressed as you feel your eyes dropping, a chaste kiss on your lips and you can’t help but continue to feel butterflies inside your belly– you know him to be a man of his word and summer is just getting started. 

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[daegudrama]

💜Spoiler #3💜

Title: Stress Relief

Pairing: Reader/Jung Hoseok

Summary: Reader is having a hard time doing their choreography and needs a little special help to finish strong.

Word Count: 1266 words

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[httpknjoon]

(re)starting over again | kth; 13

plot | Your four-year relationship with Taehyung was going well and strong. Until he was involved in a car accident, resulting to him losing some memories. By some, it means everything that happened five years ago. Things he remember? His friends, his bakeshop, and his ex girlfriend from the past. With that, you tried to keep up, restarting over again.

words | 3.8K+

genres | fluff, angst, amnesia au

pairing | taehyung x reader

note | it's been so long! let me know what u think of this one. enjoy!

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Maybe it was a sign.

After two years of focusing on other aspects of your life, you finally opened yourself up for getting into the dating game. But, nothing has been fruitful in these last three dates you have gone to. Or Martha is just a bad matchmaker.

Well, it’s not her fault your date cannot come tonight. Your date, Jung Hoseok, was not able to show up tonight. You had to wait for almost thirty minutes in that chair, with your ex-boyfriend in front of you with his own date, before Hoseok called to say that he was needed in the hospital all of a sudden.

“Hey, YN?” You can sense how gentle his tone is when you answer the call.

“Uh, hey.” you chuckled awkwardly, easing off the twist you could feel in your stomach. “Where are you?”

Then, you heard a small sigh from the other line followed by a sentence, “I’m on my way back to the hospital. I’m sorry.”

“Oh…”

Your heart dropped. You felt your shoulder deflating with that sad, pathetic sound you hear from a balloon when air slowly empties. Not knowing what to say, you waited for him to say something.

“I’m really, really sorry, YN. I am so excited to meet you but I got a call from the hospital and there was this big road accident. They needed me back there. I’m so sorry.” he explained.

Pursing your lips, you looked down your lap, “It’s fine, I understand.”

No second thoughts, you just replied that. You used to work in the same field as him. Of course, you know how hectic and stressful working in the hospital can be, particularly in the emergency department, where Martha said he works.

“I’m really sorry. I promise to make it up to you. Thank you so much, YN. I appreciate it so much.”

“No problem.” you hung up. You took one last sip in the cold glass of water.

Don’t look at him. Don’t look at–

Stubborn, your eyes rolled to your side, where you can see him without really moving your head. A boxy smile is formed on Taehyung’s lips while he chat with the woman in front of him. You can only see the lady’s back but you can tell that the two are having a great time with each other’s company. 

Well, at least one is having a great date.

When you became conscious of your nose flaring, you looked away and decided to go. The host instantly met your eyes, where you see the last thing you want to see from someone: an apologetic smile. You returned it with a forced smile.

“He had an emergency,” you told him with an awkward chuckle even though he didn’t say anything.

He nods as he helps you with your coat, “That’s a shame.”

“I know. My best friend even picked this pretty dress for this date.” you quipped in an attempt to lighten up the conversation. The host laughed at that. You turned to him as you fixed your beige-colored coat, “Anyway, I’ll go back here next time with him.”

You walk out of Starry Night and almost instantly, your smile fades away from your lips. You hoped Taehyung didn’t notice you leaving. Maybe he didn’t, he is on a date. Of course, he won’t pay attention to someone who left him and never showed up again after saying that she would come back to their house to talk—

Stop.

Those rambling thoughts almost suffocated you within seconds as you got lost in it, making you shake your head. Your jaw tightened before you reached for your phone. I should just go home. You click on the app to look for your ride. And within a few seconds, you spotted someone just right around your location.

“This one’s just a few minutes away–”

“YN?”

You froze, index finger a few millimeters close to touching your phone screen as you were about to book for a ride. He didn’t have to repeat your name again just so you could tell who said it. Before saying anything, you turned around. Your eyes widened while your shoulders raised, acting surprised. It was probably a lame try.

“H-Hey!” you greeted him, tone a bit higher than normal.

“I thought you were already gone.” he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “Long time no see! How are you? Why are you outside?”

“Oh, uhm, I’m fine. I’m actually going home. How about you?” 

“I’m about to go too. I just came here from Seoul to meet someone,” he replied. “I actually drove coming here.”

Your eyebrows raised in real surprise, “Oh, you’re driving again?”

“Yeah, it became handy since the bakery now does ‘For Delivery’ orders. I do the delivery job most of the time.” 

You nodded in delight, “That’s really great. It’s nice to hear the bakery is growing more successful.”

You smiled, hoping that he felt your sincerity, and Taehyung replied with a small thank you.  His hands were in his pants’ pockets while you rubbed your hands together, both looking around. For a few seconds, you two waited for someone to say something.  But no one did. This invincible, empty space between you two grew bigger in a short silence. You can only hear the jazz music from the restaurant inside and the crickets which are somewhere outside tonight. 

You took that time to scan your eyes from his shoes to every feature of him you always notice. He seemed taller, maybe because of the shoes. His shoulders did look a bit broader, making you wonder if he began going to the gym again. His cheeks still seem soft but slimmer than the last time you saw him. You hope he’s been eating well, and taking care of himself. His hair did not change much. He still keeps the same length. Not too short, not too long. And when your eyes travel back to his eyes, your heartbeat stops when you realize he is looking directly back at you. In a snap, you turned your eyes away.

“So… you said you are going home?” he recalled, breaking the smothering silence.

You nodded, “Yeah, I’m just waiting for my ride.”

Liar. You haven’t even booked a ride yet. Well, you were just about to if he didn’t suddenly show up.

“Or I could just drive you home?” he offered, making you look at him.

“You’re driving back to Seoul, right?” 

“Yeah, why?” he asked, nonchalantly.

“It will take you longer to drive back home. It can take an hour,” you told him as you know how far these two cities are from each other.

But he shrugged it off, “It’s fine, I don’t mind.”

For someone who just ran in with an ex unexpectedly, he seems to be handling this better than you.

Because it was just strange for you. Happy? Sad? Scared? Neither of those. Admittedly, you were surprised when you saw him inside. But now, talking to him, you just don’t know what to feel. You were never prepared for what to do when you see him again. For hell’s sake, you stopped planning this last two years. You just let things happen and never expected life would send Taehyung to Incheon while waiting for your date– Wait, date!

“But how about your date? Are you not going to drive her home?” you asked, recalling the woman he was chatting with earlier.

Why is he even here? He should be with her right now. Did he forget about her?

Expecting a different reaction, you were confused when he narrowed his eyes as he said, “Date? What date?”

Your brows furrowed, “Weren’t you just on a date with someone inside?”

“Hmm...” a tight smile formed on his lips, making you assume that you were right about him forgetting his date. But he continued, “Do you mean Ashley? She’s a client who wants to have my cakes on her restaurant’s menu.”

“Oh.”

It was like a bucket of cold water splashed over you. If you can just facepalm yourself right now without looking stupid, you would. Instead, you looked down and grimaced at your dumb assumption, remembering how you spent your free time while waiting earlier wondering and eyeing him and his date.

On the other hand, Taehyung has to bite his cheek to stop himself from smiling at your flustered reaction. He felt like what happened broke the tension that had been lingering between you and him. His heart has not stopped beating like crazy ever since he talked to you five minutes ago. His hands, that are still in his pockets, were trembling that you might notice it so he kept them there. He really didn’t think this through when he approached you. 

It took you a few more seconds to look at him again. This time, with a look he recognized from one of the photos he saw in the photo album before. It was an apologetic, guilty expression that he finds adorable.

“I’m sorry. I thought that you were on a date.”

He shook his head side by side, “I don’t– I’m not.”

He had to stop himself from saying he doesn’t date or did not date anyone ever since you two went separate ways. It may sound like he has been miserable this past couple of years– he’s not. He just doesn’t feel like putting himself out there again. Especially when he feels like he has some unfinished things from his past relationship. But he was relieved to see you here. He can tell you’re doing great.

The color, the brand, the familiar fruity scent of air freshener.

These were the first things you noticed as soon as you got in his car. You almost felt comfortable in the passenger seat since everything was almost the same as his old car when you two were still together. Even after the whole accident, he ended up choosing the same things he chose before he forgot those five years of his life.

“So… when did you start driving again?” you asked to fill the empty silence while he drove, following the address you typed in his GPS.

“Just a year ago. Jimin was worried at first but eventually became supportive,” he replied, smiling at you when he mentioned his best friend.

“It’s funny, you have almost the same car you have years ago.”

You don’t know why, but you felt like saying that. It was totally in contrast to how quiet you were about your relationship with the people you met here. You avoided talking about your past relationship with Taehyung, specifically the accident and its aftermath, ever since you moved to Incheon. The friends you made here barely know about him. They know that you were in a long-term relationship years ago but they are not aware of the accident and why you two broke up.

“Huh, really?” Taehyung kept his eyes on the road but you could tell he was interested to hear more about it. 

“Yeah, it has the same color and brand. I can even tell you the air freshener you used because you like the same ones from that Japanese brand.” you quipped, chuckling.

“Okay, what is it?” he challenged you.

You didn’t even waste a second to answer, “Air Spencer, the Squash one. But it smells like citrus. You like it because it’s strangely boosting your mood and you don’t know why.”

Taehyung laughed at that, agreeing, “And until now, I don’t know why! But I just bought it when I saw it while shopping months ago.”

“You were curious about its packaging?” you guessed.

“Yep.” Taehyung smiled. “And I think it was the best purchase I made for this car.”

You laughed at that before recalling a similar sentence from the back of your head.

“See– I mean, smell! Don’t it smell good?” 

Taehyung opened the door to his car’s passenger seat after waiting for you to finish your graveyard shift for almost an hour. When you were on your short break, you two exchanged texts and he brought up this topic: after almost a year of looking for a good air freshener. He bragged about this air freshener until your break ended since he was so sure that you would love it too, knowing that you get dizzy if he used those strong scents.

You cannot help but laugh with his childish enthusiasm, “Okay, okay! Let me take it in for a minute.”

You smiled and he watched you calmly inhaling the fresh citrus scent. Then, you slowly opened your eyes. For a thrill, you kept a plain expression on your face.

“And? What do we think?” he asked.

You raised your hand with a thumbs-up, grinning. “This one’s great! Keep it.”

“I knew it! Okay, this is officially my best purchase of the year.” he quipped before turning the key to start the car.

You softly smiled at the memory. It felt easy remembering it now and the same as talking to Taehyung about the past now. Strange. You remembered how many times you stopped yourself from talking too much about it before when Taehyung got back from the hospital.

“Can I ask something?” Taehyung said as he stopped for a red light in an empty intersection. He took the time to glance at you.

“Yeah, sure.” you shifted on your seat, feeling more comfortable now.

“What you were doing in the restaurant alone?”

You looked away as you replied, “I… I was supposed to meet up with someone.”

“A date?”

The traffic light turned green and he kept his eyes on the road when he asked that. Even though Taehyung denies it, he felt something in his gut while waiting for you to answer. There is just something in him heightening that just wants to hear a confirmation that yes, you are dating someone. 

“Yup.”

His stomach dropped as he held the steering wheel firmer.

You continued, “But he had a work emergency. So, he had to skip tonight.”

“Oh, what’s his job?

If your boyfriend prioritizes his job over you, then–

“He’s a doctor, working in the emergency department. So, I understand when he called and explained earlier.” you cut off any thought he had.

A nurse and a doctor. That seems to fit perfectly for each other.

“How long have you two been dating?”

“Oh, no. We’re not dating dating. Tonight was supposedly our first date. My friend from work set us up for a blind date. They have been trying so hard to get me into a relationship for months now after I agreed earlier this year. But so far, nothing great has been happening.” you joked as you looked outside the window.

Do you know how comfortable you must be to talk to an ex about your current status in dating?

But this is easy. 

Talking with him. Maybe because you two haven’t seen each other for a couple of years. You feel okay telling him everything. Or maybe because it was just with him. It was like you were talking with the guy you met years ago. But whatever the reason is, you prefer this whole conversation to the ones you two had after the accident.

“Well, I haven’t been in the dating scene for a long time. I am just focusing on the bakery. I already lost count of customers who want to set me up with their daughters and granddaughters.”

Taehyung brought up his own dating status after you opened up yours. You were being honest, he can feel it. And it would be unfair if he didn’t reciprocate the same thing. The fear he had to look miserable when admitting he didn’t date anyone after you faded when you opened up about your own status– without looking miserable at all. Just honest.

“Really? Why did you never get into one?” you asked.

And even though Taehyung can think of a good reason in the back of his head, he only replies with the same reply he said to everyone who asked him before.

“Eh, I don’t feel like it.”

“There. That’s my building.”

You pointed your index finger to your apartment building after Taehyung took a left turn. He looks at the white, five-floored building, sticking out like a sore thumb as it stands between high towers of buildings. He slowed down and stopped in front of the said building.  He waited for you to remove the seatbelt before calling your name. You look at him.

“Hey… uhm, The shop might have a small celebration in Seoul after the whole contract signing thing and I was hoping that maybe you can come? I’m sure Jimin would invite you too if he was the one who met with Ashley tonight. You can also bring some friends from here if you want to.” he suggested, trying to maintain his composure as he spoke.

It took you a few seconds to respond. You looked at him then looked away for a few moments. Then, looked back at him again. It lasted for only less than a minute. But Taehyung felt like it was the longest one minute of his life until you nodded.

“That sounds nice. I’ll think about it…” you replied, not really wanting to commit to a final answer tonight. “But thank you so much for driving me home.”

“No problem. You're welcome.”

You got out of the car with your purse in your hand. The cool breeze blew your hair and you had to tuck it at the back of your ear as you took one last peek down to the open window. You have this small smile on your lips that just brought warmth to his chest.

“I didn’t change my number. Did you?” you asked.

He shook his head for an answer.

“Then, I’ll reach out if I can celebrate with you guys. Okay?”

The last time you told him something about reaching out, you ended up typing and erasing letters in your phone a thousand times. But now that you two met each other incidentally, maybe you will find it easier to send him a text. 

“Okay. It was nice seeing you again, YN.” 

A faint smile formed on his lips, revealing those familiar smile lines you used to trace years ago. You reciprocated it.

“Yeah, you too. Drive safely back to Seoul.”

Turning your back, you walked to your building. You thought about how tonight was unexpected. Running to an ex you never saw for the last two years and how amicable everything between you two is, considering how you went on separate ways. Before opening the door, you turned around. Surprised to see him still there, you chuckled and gave him a small wave.

He waved back. And when he sees you getting into your building, Taehyung begins to drive away. The same smile stays on his face unconsciously. He hummed along to the pop song from the radio. Just when he was driving along the long highway back to Seoul, his phone rang. He accepted the call after seeing who it was.

“Hey, I’m on my way back,” Taehyung stated.

“Oh, okay. How was tonight?” Jimin inquired, still unaware of unforeseen events that happened.

With his head on the clouds with whom he just spent the last thirty minutes, Taehyung replied, “It was… unanticipated.”

“Huh?”

Confused, that was the only thing his best friend managed to say. That’s when Taehyung snapped out to reality.

“Oh, I’ll tell you about it tomorrow. But it went great.”

“Taehyung told me everything.”

Almost two weeks after you broke things off with Taehyung and moved into your new apartment, you found an unexpected guest on your doorstep. Jimin holds a familiar box of their own bakeshop cake as he offers a sympathetic smile on his face.

“Then, Jisoo told me where you moved,” he explained further before you pushed your door wider to let him in.

You still haven’t changed from your work clothes since you only got home like ten minutes ago from your new job. You see him looking around your place and you are glad your home isn’t as messy as it was days ago. Then, he turns to you.

“I brought you this carrot cake as a gift. I know you love Taehyung’s cheesecake but we ran out of those today.” he quipped, handing you the box.

“I like your carrot cake too. Don’t worry. Thank you, Jimin.” you smiled but it slowly faded, “I’m sorry if it was too sudden.”

Your voice sounded small as you apologized. Knowing Jimin for years now, he became one of your closest friends too through Taehyung. You knew he was probably surprised too when he learned about what happened between you and his best friend. You thought that maybe he was mad too.

But instead, Jimin sighed and opened his arms for you. You sighed too before hugging him. It felt warm and comforting.

“You don’t need to say sorry. You don’t owe anyone anything,” he said. “I came by to check how are you. You’re my friend too, you know?”

And before you could answer, he spoke again, “Actually, how about we talk about this over food?”

That’s how you two ended up having a one-on-one conversation in a McDonald’s parking lot for hours. You opened up about your feelings and thoughts the last few days before Jisoo’s wedding and how you reacted after learning about Taehyung meeting Lily. Thirty-four minutes past eight in the evening, you ended up telling your side. Empty ketchup packets lay on the hood of Jimin’s car next to crumpled burger wrapping papers. You and Jimin leaned on the car.

“I just felt like we need to be apart. I’m burning out, I needed to get away. We needed to be on our own.” you exhaled.

“But what if his memories come back?”

There was never a time you thought about that question every time you felt down since the accident. It made you stay before. But you later figured out that hope is tiring you out and you cannot give anything from you anymore.

“I cannot hold on to a what-if, Jimin,” you replied. “I thought I could. But he’s in another timeline and I don’t exist in that part of his life. As much as I want to stay with him, I know that he’s still thinking of something else from his past.”

Reality hurts, and sometimes honesty too. You just sighed with how melancholy that realization made you days before deciding to leave Seoul.

“I know, I’m sorry. I just…” you looked at Jimin when he had to pause and take a deep breath to speak again. “I really hate how that accident changed everything for you guys.”

You took a sip from your Sprite, looking at a distance, “I know.”

Me too.

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THE CONSIGLIERE: Chapter I

Pairing: Mafia!BTS x Reader

Summary:

An internship gone wrong.

Chapter II

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Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

Chapter VII

"Work for you?" That was the first time you met Ji-Hye. She had a soft voice that reminded you of your mother, but her bright eyes held an intelligence behind them.

You were looking through the new paintings for this month's art fair when she came up behind you. You nearly dropped your drink, but managed to save it without making a fool of yourself.

"I guess so," you said awkwardly. A little nervous under her gaze, you fidgeted before realizing you should offer your hand.

The Hwan Ji-Hye. Beautiful. Smart. Kind. An overall perfectionist who cared deeply about how things worked. The perfect girlfriend. The perfect fiancée.

Dionysus Museum's Founding Director and Curator. Well-known for supporting avant-garde performance art. She has repeatedly provided a stage to aspiring performance artists at the beginning of their carrers, launching many a brilliant career. She believes that artist must be activists, and that Dionysus Museum provides a venue for fruitful, challenging debates through a fresh, boundary-breaking art.

She is also a great teacher, an incredibly kind person with a sharp tongue and an even sharper mind. And, while some have argued that she lacks creativity, she has proven countless times that there is a place for all creative ideas.

Her father, a prominent lawyer and judge, had been among the founders of the museum as well.

She was amused by your reaction. "Yes, we have an open internship this month. You should consider applying. I see you have an artistic eye."

You blushed slightly. "Oh, thank you, I didn't know they offered internships. It seems a bit odd though."

She smiled sweetly. "Well, no one else from other schools applied here, which means you may actually get in. But don't go jumping into things too quickly!"

"Uhm... that's... I just enjoy painting." You uncomfortably denied.

A sly smile spread across her lips. "Is that right?"

Your face felt hot. Why did she make everything sound so seductive? It was probably the makeup. No wonder you were having such trouble keeping your eyes off her. She was breathtaking. You were completely lost, and you hated it.

"Exactly what we require. Are you, by chance, a Fine Arts student?" She inquired, but you had a sneaking suspicion she already knew.

"Not exactly. I'm taking a year away to get my master's degree in Fine Arts, but, uhm... I haven't completed the semester yet." You nodded.

"That's fantastic! We are now seeking for additional help. We're a touch short on employees." She pointed in the direction of the ushers and guides who worked behind her.

You noticed that each guide wore a red buttoned shirt underneath their suit jackets. Each had black trousers and shoes, and carried a clipboard.

"Are those… your ushers?" You asked.

Ji Hye gave you an enigmatic smile. "We prefer to refer to them as guides, yes."

You did the math. There were a total of seven, which was obviously insufficient for a museum of this size. "I'd have to think about it."

The young woman leaned forward. "Don't think too hard. Just say the word."

You were silent for a moment, trying to gather your thoughts. Your eyes darted from person to person before settling back to her.

"Oh." She seemed depressed all of a sudden. Nonetheless, she persisted in asking, "have you ever accepted an internship before?"

"Uhm... no. I'm still on the lookout." You replied. You thought the conversation was over until her face suddenly lit up again.

"At the very least, consider it. It would make me quite delighted if you chose this internship." She softly held your arm to reassure you. "I can tell you're one of a kind."

Her smile made you feel special somehow, which surprised you. It wasn't like you were a pretty girl or anything—in fact, you thought that you looked more like someone who had spent three years playing tennis than anything else. And yet, something made you trust her. Maybe it was her confident demeanor, or her gentle manner.

It would appear that an angel had gone past. The uneasy pause seemed to go far too long. In reality, it had taken less than a minute. "Ah," you finally said, "thank you."

She squeezed your arm in reply. "Let's hope that it comes true. If not, it's okay. I'll find another way to attract new interns."

"I should probably leave." To avoid the embarrassment, you gently moved backwards, but not before saying, "but thank you for offering. I'll think about it." You instantly turned around and raced through the museum's front doors. When you realized you had made it back to your car with only seconds to spare, you stopped dead in your tracks. This entire afternoon had been a mess, and you felt utterly stupid. You were usually quite good at improvising on the spot, but nothing prepared you for Ji Hye.

Maybe you shouldn't have done that? What if it got her angry? Then again, what if it didn't? Would you have any chance of working for them then?

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

Chapter VII

#bts #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #reader #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #ot7 x reader #ot7 x yn #ot7 x you #mafia au

[withjaejae]

Monster under the bed | Jung Hoseok

Pair: sadist!hoseok x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, psychotic smut, stalker vibe, stalker x stalker, just its fucked up. Sadist, Masochist, mentions of blood and killing, physical violence, unprotected sex (know better), really rough sex, if sadistic things scare you, DNI.

Summary: Hoseok calls himself loving and caring person, he worried too much about the people he loved that he would go certain lengths to keep them by his side, he always made en effort until you fell into his hands.

A/N: idk, i had read too much and watch to much that I had to write my thought down and it gave birth to this.

Song: Monster Under the Bed by Emily Mei - go watch the MV!!!

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"Suki!" Hoseok called out for his Russian Blue cat as he was emptying a can of cat food into its plate. "Suki!" He calls again.

He frowns and goes around his apartment calling for it when he finally notices the front door open. Fuck. He should've fixed the door knob this morning.

Just as he was about to bolt outside he's met with you, you were standing with a trashbag by your foot and Suki in your arms, cuddling her like a baby.

"You must be Hoseok." You point at the collar with his name and address on it.

"Suki, you stupid cat." Hoseok sighs and takes it from you and gently puts it down inside his apartment. "Did she scratch you? She has a temper." Hoseok tries to check your hands and arms but was distracted with the way your nipples can be seen through your white shirt.

"No, she's actually kinda sweet." You smile at him. "I'm YN. I just moved in next door." You stretched out an arm to shake his hand and he takes it.

"I'm Hoseok." He smiles and nods before you both slowly walk away from each other.

He closes the door to his apartment and makes sure to double lock it before he let's go of the breath he was holding in.

You were perfect.

Suki wasn't Hoseok's. It was his ex's cat but she had to leave the country so she put Suki up for adoption which Hoseok took as an opportunity to keep a piece of her with him.

He didn't look at other women since her but with you next door, his life had just shifted.

He looks up your name in the tenants list and finds you easily, he looks you up on every platform possible.

What he finds makes you even more perfect, you had a breakup a month ago, your family lived across the country, you worked from home and you love the beach.

For the next few days, Hoseok finds a way for you and him to meet each other, when he hears your room door shut, he sprints hoping to catch you in the elevator.

With the right timing and Hoseok's efforts, you two have grown closer since. He would pretend to go to the grocery whenever you did, or even let Suki out when he knows you're down the hall.

He's working the night shift as a senior nurse and on days like these is when he misses you the most since he gets home late. A knock on Hoseok's door comes in the middle of the night just as he arrives from work.

He was surprised to see a woman drenched in sweat and ruined makeup standing in front of his door.

"Sorry to bother you, I couldn't find her key and she mentioned a Hoseok, her neighbor to the right, I'm hoping that's you." Hoseok steps out of his apartment to see you sitting in front of your door.

"Yeah, I got it from here. Thanks." He's eyes are fixed on you, the woman leaves after seeing that Hoseok had you.

He picks you up like you weighed nothing and brings you into his apartment.

You stir in your sleep as he sets you down on his bed, taking your shoes and jacket off. His breath hitched when he finds you wearing a leather skirt and corset top that shows how pretty your tits are. Fuck. If he was your boyfriend you would have never gone out like this, not without him.

You stir in your sleep and open your eyes a bit, Hoseok was sitting on the floor to level with your face, you giggle and reach out to touch his nose.

"Hoseokie." Was all you said before drifting back to sleep.

His heart literally skipped a beat. He could hear it ramming against his ribcage because all his efforts didn't go in vain.

If you were thinking about him while you were drunk then how much more when you were sober. Hoseok is tempted to kiss you but he didn't want to be too much of a creep when you and him are just about to break barriers.

Hoseok couldn't really fall asleep knowing you're on his bed but he couldn't really touch you. He swirls the whiskey in his glass, even from the living room he could hear you breathe, he knows when you toss or turn. When he heard you grunt and whimper, he had to check on you.

He sees you sitting up, looking around when you finally see Hoseok standing by the door and you smile.

"Fuck, I must be dreaming." You snicker and stand up to reach for the zipper of your top behind you.

Hoseok should stop you, but he wants to see all of you and with the little whiskey he has in him, he wants to touch you.

You start to strip until all that's left is your thong. Fuck he was hard, what he would give to fuck you from behind right now.

You plop back into bed and start snoring again. Hoseok's jaw clenches he's itching to touch himself but decided that he'd save it for when he finally fucks you.

He rummages through your clothes to fish out your key, he takes it into his study and uses some plaster to take a mold of it.

He goes and explores your apartment, now is his chance. It's a mirrored setting with his, he knew their beds were parallel to each other but confirming it makes him grin.

What should be an extra room is locked. He tries to rummage in the nearby shelves to see if he can find the key but he had no luck.

Before the sun came up, Hoseok takes your blanket from your apartment and wraps you in it before picking you up and putting you in your own bed. He makes it look like you actually came home last night to save you the embarrasment.

Hoseok sleeps better with your scent on his bed that he wakes up past noon with a good mood.

A knock comes into his door, he opens it to see you looking better. You showered and dressed in a simple dress.

"Hey." You bite your lip and look away, Hoseok knows what that him being shirtless makes you blush. "My friend told me you helped me last night."

"It's no big deal. I was awake anyway." He leans closer on the door frame making you blush even deeper.

"Well, if you're not busy. Maybe we could grab lunch? As a thank you." Hoseok smirks, he's feeling ecstatic.

"Give me 15 minutes." Was all he could say and give him a wide smile while rushing back to your apartment.

Hoseok revels in success. You've finally asked him out, sure it wasn't a date but it could be.

He takes a quick shower and dresses in a white button up top and khaki pants, you complemented him when he dressed like this.

He steps out of his apartment around the same time as you, exactly 15 minutes later.

You changed into a casual white dress and brown shoes, matching with Hoseok and it makes you giggle.

Fuck you're too cute. Hoseok just wants to wrap his arms around you, tie you up and kiss you. He wants to show you off to the world and then fuck you senseless when it was just you two.

"Where to?" He asks while you both walk towards the elevators.

You tell him about the Vineyard called V near the outskirts of the city. He told you that he knows the owner, a friend from college which made you ecstatic.

Hoseok offers that you use his car and you agree without hesitation.

"This was my dream car." You casually mention as you buckle yourself in. "I'm still saving up for it."

"You can use mine anytime." Hoseok offers and you smile again.

"Don't tempt me." But you felt that he was serious. "Can I be honest?" Hoseok nods since he was focused on driving.

"I had a weird dream last night." Fuck. He's caught. "You kept appearing in my dreams, took it as a sign that I owed you a lot for all the little favors I ask." He just nods. "And in a way, I hope this pays off some of my debt."

"And here I was thinking you asked me out just because you liked me." Hoseok dryly chuckles.

"Well that too..." He turns to look at you blushing. You just admitted that you liked him. Now he thinks he's dreaming but he bites back a smile.

You're a bit chatty when you're nervous so the entire drive to the Vineyard you and Hoseok exchanged stories, you both hated the same neighbor, work habits, friends and favorite food.

You've already invited him to go clubbing this weekend, no friends just the both of you.

You reach the Vineyard long after the lunch rush so there were just a few old couple who were enjoying their afternoon tea when you arrived.

Hoseok opens your car door for you and helps you out. He places his hand on your back, when you didn't complain he just kept it there until you reached the inside.

"Are my eyes deceiving me or is Jung Hoseok in my restaurant?" A man from behind the counter shouts and rushes to hug Hoseok. "Oh, and on a date?"

Hoseok smiled proudly when Taehyung acknowledges that you're on a date and you can't help but feel giddy as well.

"YN, this is Taehyung." You shake hands with the man. He's handsome too but you turn to Hoseok and smile again.

"YN. Never thought I'd get to see Hoseok again, thank you for coming. Please, have a seat, I'll take care of everything." Taehyung ushers you to the corner of the room where you get a view of the entire vineyard.

"Do you think you could get lost in there?" You wonder out lout.

"Harvest season is over so I think it'll be easy to navigate." Hoseok watches your features.

"Hmm... It would be a good place to dump a body." Hoseok starts to laugh and so do you.

"You're right." No, it wasn't weird that the two of you were talking about dumping bodies in Vineyards.

You laugh at the random conversations you have, Hoseok finds your imagination amusing but he's weirdly turned on.

Given how he was creeping around you all the time, you're still a mystery. He knows you on the surface but deep down, nothing. He's only seen one friend from last night but she didn't seem really close given how she just abandoned you with a stranger. You worked from home so he doesn't see you in a uniform, your always quiet even if he tries to listen through the walls.

"What do you do?" Hoseok finally asks justs as Taehyung serves one of his finest wines.

"I'm a graphic designer." That would make sense give how your home office is locked. "I know you're a nurse. I've seen you in your scrubs."

"This is one of my favorite wines." Hoseok raises the glass and clinks it with you.

The sweer fruity taste fills your mouth and your eyes widen.

"Oh wow. I could drink this all day." Taehyung serves the steak and the rest of the food he's prepared for you. "This is a lot."

"Only the best for the man who saved my life." Taehyung pats Hoseok's shoulder. "I almost overdosed in college, thankfully Hoseok was my roommate and kept me conscious until the EMTs arrived."

Hoseok smiles. What Tae didn't know if that Hoseok also beat up the guy who sold him the drugs to the brink of death and didn't bother calling the EMTs. Until today, Hoseok doesn't know if he survived.

Hoseok was always the protective type, Taehyung even used to tease him as obsessive. He would fuss about anything that bothered the person that mattered to him the most at the moment, when Taehyung left to study culinary in Italy, Hoseok had to shift his focus again.

"You don't say?" You admired how Taehyung spoke so highly of Hoseok. Knowing damn well he'd be the caring type.

When dinner was over you showered Taehyung with compliments which he reveled in. Just as the sun was about to set Hoseok asks if you wanted to go for walk in the Vineyard.

He offered you his hand, you take it without hesitation. There were a few people sweeping around while you both walked in silence.

"Hey, Hoseok." You stop on your tracks and he turns to look at you. "How come you never asked me out?"

You expected him to give excuses but he steps closer and places a hand on your cheek.

"I was building up some trust before I jump the gun, you just beat me to it." You giggle but he seemed serious. He swiped his thumb on your lower lip.

But just as you leaned in to kiss him an old man warned you about the bugs that crawled around you, jump as you notice them.

Hoseok bursts out laughing as you both run back to the car. Taehyung waves you goodbye before you both drove away.

"Fuck. Thank God he has a girlfriend." Taehyung's legs felt like jelly. When he saw Hoseok, he thought he was having a nightmare.

Taehyung knew what Hoseok did to the guy who sold him drugs, he was Tae's friend. Before him, when Taehyung's ex humiliated him at a party, the next day she came apologizing like crazy and even avoided looking at Hoseok.

Taehyung heard the stories surrounding the man he once called his bestfriend. He never believed them until that night, he flew to Italy to get away not because he was offered a scholarship. He even registered the business under his sister's name yet Hoseok knew he was the one running it and even teased him for not getting an invitation during the opening.

Hoseok wasn't protective, he was obsessed with a perfect life. One were the people around him shouldn't have worries to think about too. One might call him a lunatic.

The drive was silent, but Hoseok's hand was wrapped in yours the entire half hour. He hummed and you watched as the city came into view.

When you reached the apartment, you only let go of his hand when you exited the car but continued to hold hands as you went up the elevator.

You paused for a while when you reached your door... Contemplating on your next move but Hoseok spoke first.

"As much as I liked spending the afternoon with you, I have a shift in two hours." He steps closer again, you went up on your tiptoes and captured his lips in yours for a short kiss before rushing to get into your apartment.

Hoseok bit his lip and walked into his.

The next days, you'd spend your afternoons with Hoseok. He woke up at noon, you would have lunch outside, go somewhere then back before his next shift.

But he's off for the weekend and tonight you promised you'd go clubbing. So you dresed in a tight but classy black dress, your hair curled over your shoulders and heels high enough so you won't have to tip-toe when kissing Hoseok, or Hobi when he told you his nickname.

He knocks on your door and you let him in just as you started spraying your cologne. He made a mental note on the bottle's name.

"Fuck, you're stunning." He was no different, chest open, pants tight, sleeves rolled up. He was a sin. "Can't we just stay and drink here?"

This was Hoseok's first official time inside your apartment. After he got a copy of your key, he made sure you were home every time after his shifts, he'd check the fridge or trashbin if you ate, he'd leave a small peck on your forehead whenever he'd leave.

But in between, he was itching to know what was behind the other door. Its not like you have people often over that you kept that room locked.

You decided on a very boujee club. Where the city's finest hangout and because the music was better here.

With your hand intertwined with Hoseok's you make your way to the bar. You order three shots each to kickstart the night.

"Are you planning on getting me drunk?" Hoseok whispers in your ear.

"No, more than that." You giggle as you finish your first shot with him. He didn't expect you to drink all three in a row.

You drag him in the middle of the dance flor and start moving your hips to the music while your arms are around his neck.

You looked surprised when Hoseok moved sexier and hotter than you expected. Alcohol clearly taking over the both of you.

You grab shots that were passing by as you start grinding on each other. The music moves to a sexier RnB song and your bodies moved as one, his crotch pressed to your ass and his hands traveling from your tits to the side of your thighs, teasing you a little as he inches your dress up.

You step away a little to show him some moves but a woman was quick enough to pull Hoseok's collars towards her and smashes he lips onto his, before he could push her away you were already grabbing her hair.

"What the fuck!" She screetches as you raise your hand to fuck up her face and Hoseok was quick not quick enough to catch your wrist.

A solid smack on her jaw and she's out like a light. The bouncers start making their way towards you and Hoseok moved fast as he pulls you away from the crowd, he tosses the bartended more cash than what's on your tab before bolting for the door.

He helps you into the car and he jogs to the driver's seat. He makes you duck as the bouncers step out trying to loon for you but they barely put an effort since this was a usual club occurence.

When you both peek to see them back to their posts Hoseok laughs but you didn't.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I was caught off guard." His smile dies on his lips. "It was her fault, she ruined the moment."

"Exactly the reason why you shouldn't have stopped me from beating her up." You balled your fists, anger surging through you.

Hoseok feels your frustration and offers that you head home and continue to drink there.

You were silent the entire time. Hoseok was genuinely worried. He kept trying to remember the woman's face so he could hunt her down tomorrow but the lights were flashing different colors that he could barely picture her.

The moment the both of you step inside you take out some drinks from the shelf and pour Hoseok's drink from an unfamiliar bottle but he was too stunned at your actions to question it.

"Fucking ruined it!" You audibly mumble before pouring yourself a different drink from a different bottle.

Hoseok drinks his cup before you get any more frustrated but when he tries taking a step towards you he felt dizzy, he didn't drink enough to be like this but the next thing he knew he was on the floor watching your feet walk to his face.

"I should be the only one who gets kiss you like that." Though the words are muffled, its the last thing he hears before passing out.

He wakes up strapped to a chair, his arms tied behind him, his legs were free though, he tries to speak but the tape on his lips won't let him.

"Oh, you're up!" He looks up at you and you smile at his restrained figure. "I hope you're comfy." You say as you plop on the couch in front of him still in the dress from earlier.

The room was dim and was not helping his disoriented brain. When he finally regains focus he looks at you, you get up and run a thumb over the tape that covers his lips.

"I didn't want to have to do it this way, Hobi. But that bitch made me snap, stealing my Hoseokie is a very bad thing to do." You sounded so sweet and sexy, his brain couldn't keep up. "You're strong, normally people would wake up from the drink in like two hours but you did it in half an hour."

Normally? Does that mean you've done this before?

His breathing becomes ragged as you kneel down in front of him. Something on the wall captures his attention.

Photos of him, at work, with his ex, with Suki, hell you even have photos of him on his couch, even when he's asleep. A red string connecting photo after photo.

"You see, your ex had hired me to get rid of you, Jung Hoseok." You expected him to start begging but he just looks down at you. "I was going to have fun before I do so but you were such a treat now I just want to keep you for myself." You take a deep inhale of his scent and moan, Hoseok couldn't help but get hard at the sight.

"She wanted me to torment you, but as I studied you I realized that you just deserve better." You slowly unzip his pants. "You just needed someone to give you your needs." His breathing becomes shallow as you take out his semi from his pants.

"I genuinely like you, but why did you have to go kissing bitches in the club." You almost yelled but didn't want to bother the neighbors.

Hoseok didn't explain, he knew it was useless. What you saw vs what happned is no longer an issue.

"This is your punishment." You drop down to your knees and take him in your mouth.

Hoseok groans through his gag. Fuck, your mouth feels so good around him. If he could just free himself from the ropes he'd fuck your throat raw.

Just as he was about to cum, you stop. Hoseok looks at you angrily. But instead you start stripping before him, leaving nothing but a thong which you pull aside. You kiss him through the duct tape and slowly descend on his dick. He throws his head back in pleasure giving you access to his neck as you nip at it while you ride him.

You're fucking insane. He hates that his attention is split, as much as he loved you around his dick, he was also slowly untying his arms.

You were a moaning mess, you know sex with Hoseok would be mind blowing. And you love that you're right.

From the beginning, Hoseok's door was never broken. You had broken it days prior when you thought about killing him in his sleep. But that damn cat meowed so loud that it woke him. So you went for the friendly way, you knew Hoseok had the hots for you from the moment he saw you with Suki.

You closed your door louder even often greeted imaginary neighbors in hopes that he would hear you leave. Even drunk, you had ask your friend to drop you off because you were "completely drunk" and look for your neighbor, you were sure he had already come home from work.

"Fuck." You couldn't stop bouncing on his dick, it was addictive. You look at Hoseok and it seemed like he was enjoy this more. "Do you like that?" And he nods. "God, you're so big." You whimper as he holds himself back from cumming.

His hands were already free without you realizing it. All he needed was the right moment to get his revenge.

"Are you cumming?" You ask and he nods again.

You abruptly stop and laugh. But Hoseok didn't complain. He took you buy surprise by his hands wrapping around your ass and picking you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck, the blood drained from your face.

Nobody has ever escaped your ropes before. So when he slams you on the wall and fucks you even deeper, you can't help but fear for your own life for the first time ever.

"How?" Was all you managed to squeak out as he fucks you deeper and you moan louder.

With the tape still over his mouth, he can't speak but you can tell he was smiling by his eyes.

Then suddenly he drops you. You landed right on your tailbone paralyzing you for a second, you hissed in pain as you look up at Hoseok who slowly peeled the tape off his mouth.

"Don't bite off more than you can chew, sweetheart." Hoseok wraps his hands into your hair dragging you to the next room and your heart starts beating louder and faster.

He pulls you up and slams your face into the wall you're sure your nose is bleeding. Even so, you can't help but get turned on by his force.

"Such a needy slut." He rams himself back in your pussy and you moan out in complete pleasure. He smacks your ass with all his might while keeping your body in place.

"Fuck, harder." The moment he hears that, his heartrate spiked.

The reason his ex left him was because, like what Tae said, he was obsessed. And over that the sex was too much, even though Hoseok told her that he was a sadist she wanted to try him but it became too much. She left, but he followed her wherever she went. Broke into her apartment tried to beg for her to come back

Now, as he fucked you for the first time, he feels like you'll love everything he has to offer. He throws you on the bed, as you laid there spread eagle for him you wiped the blood off your nose and you fucking laughed.

You really are insane, but so was he.

He takes off his pants and shirt and finally captures your lips in his as he hovers over you. You moan into the kiss, Hoseok grabs your neck, choking you as he enters you again.

He thrusts deeper and harder into you. The lack of oxygen has pushed you to the edge, but he told you to hold it in as he fucked you harder and you're not even protesting as your face turned blue.

Tonight had endless surprises, you complained when he released you and even begged him to go harder than he is. His dick twitches at every word that came out of you. Begging for him to go harder, barely even getting the words out clear.

You both came together but you were still insatiable, he left you to go smoke in the living room. You followed him and with the ropes that you used to tie him and offered it to him on both palms and bowed down.

"What are you doing, sweetheart?" Hoseok takes a drag of the cigarette and blows it in your direction.

"Own me. Use me. Please." You your face was starting to bruise from when he pushed you on the wall, you ass turned red, his finger tips made a mark on your neck, yet here you are begging for him.

You meant to kill him but you'll never come across anyone else like him in your lifetime. Hoseok takes the rope and smacks your tits with it, you didn't complain. He slaps you so strong your lip bled, still no complaint.

Instead, you smiled and begged for more.

If Hoseok was fucked up, you were twice as bad as him. He smiles down at you and kisses you again, biting your lip and sucking on the blood that was dripping.

"Get on the bed, ass up and arms above your head." He whispers. You quickly scramble to your feet to followed his order.

He may need to marry you sooner than he planned if he wants to keep you for himself.

Hoseok didn't expect everything tonight, but it sped up his plans of keeping you. He was going to ask you out one of these days, then make it serious, after a year or two, he'd propose, by then he thought he could've broken you to be at his beck and call but now, seeing you on on the bed following his commands.

He now knows you were broken to begin with. And when a masochist such as yourself falls into his hands, they either stay or die. You will not, cannot, leave him.

As he closes the door, Hoseok knows that will never happen. You will never leave him, you smile from a bleeding lip and a bruised face, he's found you. He owns you now, there's no turning back.

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A/N: My soul needs cleansing, I know

#jhope #bts hoseok #bts smut #bts au fanfic #hoseok x reader

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the way things go masterlist !!

━━ you had a bad habit of overworking yourself until you physically couldn’t anymore so your best friend decided that perhaps it would be best to distract you by adopting a hybrid but the both of you didn’t expect for you to end up with seven love struck hybrids

pairing: hybrid!ot7 x fem!reader

genre: hybrid au, fluff, angst, crack,

featuring: bts, heeseung of ENHYPEN, sakura of LE SSERAFIM, sunghoon of ENHYPEN, niki of ENHYPEN, jake of ENHYPEN, yuna of ITZY

warning: swearing, sexual references, injuries

status: ongoing

( started on 24/02/2023, finished on . . . )

tag list: @heyitsmehaneul, @therapysides, @heyitsmehaneul, @rorythme, @bxcndd, @kyuupidwrites , @aceofcards05, @sazifer , @xiusmarshmallow, @san-mysulsul, @sunny-nana, @url-boys, @skzbugology , @inniehab, @maliyachan, @jewishmommy, @mageprincess7, @yoursoontobestepmom, @singukieee, @dueiosy ( open )

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## CHAPTER INDEX !! star struck panther , . . .

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