#jungkook is failing his class and needs some help

[hannieehaee]

18+ / mdi

content: loser!jungkook, sub!jungkook, softdom!reader, afab reader, loss of virginity, smut, dry humping, handjob, penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 1894

a/n: this wasnt proofread at all so pls excuse any mistakes</3

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"o-oh, i don't think we should-"

"you don't want to?", you pouted at the wide eyed boy under you, hand on his chin as you made him look straight into your eyes.

"it's not that- it's just that, uh, i- i wouldnt want to be disrespectful or anything," he stumbled over his words, bunny teeth biting into his bottom lip.

you chuckled patronizingly, readjusting yourself on his lap and making him let out a low hiss at the movement.

"it's okay, bunny. we're just having fun, right? nothing wrong with it if we both want it, hmm?", your hands went down to his dress shirt, playing with the collar, undoing the very top button, "plus, we did make a deal, didn't we, bunny?"

oh, right. the deal.

jungkook's eyes almost rolled back at the implication of the agreement you had unexpectedly dropped onto his lap a few days ago.

your grade for your statistics class had somehow dropped below average somewhere along the semester, which caused your professor to recommend some tutoring to you, claiming that you'd likely not be able to graduate if you failed this class, as it was a requirement.

being in your senior year of college, failing was not a risk you could take, so you pleaded with your professor to assign you a tutor, whomever he deemed the smartest. that's when jungkook came into the picture.

by all means, jungkook could easily be described as a loser. his only friends were fellow members of the anime club, taehyung and jimin, equally as virginal as himself. more than anything, jungkook was just incredibly socially awkward, leading him to a life of loserdom as he made no friends and zero good impressions in life. this led him to dedicate all his efforts to school and give up on any social endeavors.

when the professor had asked him to tutor one of his lower-graded students, jungkook had no issue with it. he was offered extra credit if he did so, so it just seemed like a win-win situation to him. it wasnt until jungkook was told it'd be you he'd be tutoring that he began to have a problem with it.

now, jungkook didn't know you, he simply knew of you. so what if he had a crush on you? he didn't need to know the ins and outs of your personality to be into you.

except he kind of did.

to be quite frank, jungkook had a slight obsession with you ever since meeting you at orientation a few years ago. his friends were aware of his crush on you, always teasing him for taking the same classes you did just to get a glimpse of you whenever he could.

how did he find out your schedule? as ashamed as he was to admit it, he had wrongfully used his power as an administrative assistant on campus. he knew he wasnt supposed to, but he couldnt help in looking up your name and saving your schedule for future use.

unfortunately, jungkook never did anything other than coordinate your schedules. he was far too shy to even make eye contact with you, having never even introduced himself to you.

and now he had to tutor you. alone in your room as you sat side by side.

at least that was what he had pictured, not this. not you catching onto his crush immediately and proposing you pay him back for his efforts in the form of taking his virginity.

he could've sworn he almost had a heart attack when you'd shamelessly suggested it, somehow clocking both his crush and his virginal state within twenty minutes of your first session.

that session had ended quickly after that, with jungkook sheepishly accepting with a desperate nod and receiving a chaste kiss on his cheek as a goodbye.

and now you straddled him while he sat on your bed, hands shyly holding onto your hips.

"y-yeah, the deal," he breathed through his nose, mentally preparing himself for whatever you'd do to him. he'd take anything you gave him.

you grinned at him, lowering your head to kiss at his neck, making him immediately sigh in pleasure. he could feel the stickiness of your lipgloss leaving its mark on his neck, but he didnt care. he wished the marks could stay forever.

nibbling at his neck, you made some longer-lasting marks, making him groan as his fingers dug into your pajama-clad hips. that's when your lips made their way back up, catching his own on his first kiss ever.

he knew he might've been awkward in how he kissed, but you didn't seem to mind it, taking his jaw in your hand and tilting his head so you could lick into his mouth. his soul left him at that moment, with his tongue far too desperate in its movement while yours remained slow and sensual. despite how messy he was, you still moaned against his lips, beginning to grind your hips into his own.

"a-ah, that's ... fuck," he breathed out.

"you like how that feels, bunny?" you whispered into his mouth, "just wait til you feel my pussy,"

this time his eyes did roll back. the mere thought of you wrapped around him made him want to rip his hair out in desperation, almost unable to wait until you have yourself to him.

you continued to suckle on his tongue, making him grow more and more frustrated by the second. your hands eventually came to fully unbutton his shirt, removing it before beginning to feel up his chest and arms, gasping into his mouth when his own arms wrapped around you and brought you closer.

jungkook felt his mind cloud as you ground against him, convinced that if he didn't get more from you, he'd lose his mind. fortunately for him, no begging was necessary for you to give him something that'd have his breath catching in his throat and his tent growing even harder.

he pathetically followed your lips when you pulled away, though he sat in complete awe upon realizing the reason why you'd pulled away in the first place. suddenly the sight of your breasts became the most pressing matter in jungkook's life. his breath stopped and his heart raced, making him feel like he'd pass out if he even dared make contact with the newly revealed skin.

yet his reaction did not prevent you from grabbing his hands and placing them on your breasts, guiding him so he'd squeeze and play with them.

"o-oh, fuck. they're so ... so fucking soft," he whimpered, "so pretty and ... shit, c-can i ... can- can i play with them?", he pleaded, eyes never leaving your swollen buds as his hands hesitantly ran over your breasts.

he hoped you knew what he meant by play, because he was far too embarrassed to properly word his desire.

luckily for him, you were just so nice and so pretty and so so smart that you understood, removing his hands and guiding his face to your breasts, pressing them together so he could rub his head against them, nuzzling his nose into the skin as be groaned a gruttal groan. his shy tongue came out to lick at them just moments later, licking over your nipples all while he whined and cried as if he was the one receiving the stimulation.

at some point your hands snuck between the two of you, sneaking beneath his pants and grabbing onto his cock. you jerked him as he lost himself to the supple skin of your breasts, letting out breathy whines into your skin while his hands tightly held onto you.

as pathetic as he knew he must've looked, he didn't care. he'd wanted you for years, and suddenly he had you in his arms, willing to let him do anything he wanted? any social filters within him left him, letting his unending desire for you take over no matter how embarrassed he would be at his desperate behavior after the fact.

you let him play with your tits for a while, letting out the prettiest sighs of pleasure as he got his fill of you, eventually pulling him away so you could kiss him again. despite being out of breath, he kissed you back with everything he had, now more able to match your pace.

"bunny, wanna ride you," you pulled away with a pretty pout, letting go of his dick.

"p-please. yes, i- yes," he stammered, hands coming down to touch at his clothed cock out of reflex.

giggling at his desperation, you attempted to get up, only to be stopped by jungkook's grabby hands as he whined at you not to let go. grabbing his arms, you reminded him you needed to take off your shorts, making him get an embarrassed look on his face at the realization.

he got up to take off his own pants, sitting back down and pulling you to him the moment you'd stripped. once more, you giggled at how badly he clearly wanted you, pulling him into yet another kiss.

"i'm gonna sit on it now, okay, bunny?", you breathed against him as you lifted yourself to line him up.

jungkook didn't trust his voice to not let out yet another string of desperate pleas, so he simply nodded, taking a deep breath to prepare himself.

but nothing could prepare him for the warmth of your cunt, nor for how tightly it wrapped around his cock, taking all air out of him. he couldnt help the whimpers of desperation that came out of his mouth when you first started bouncing against him, tightening every so often just to get a reaction out of him.

burying his head in your neck, he babbled nonsense against you, incapable of halting his pathetic noises enough to hear your own pretty moans.

after some time, you grabbed onto one of his hands, leading it between the two of you and guiding him, "play with my clit, bunny," you blindly guided him until he finally found your clit, following your instructions of rubbing it all while your bouncing never seized

and god, had that been a mistake.

you got impossibly tighter, dragging your nails down his back and crying his name in the prettiest gasps ever heard by man. he knew he'd meet his end like this, far sooner than he wanted. but he was comforted in knowing that your orgasm was close too, catching onto your pleas to cum with you.

muttering constant praise towards you, jungkook's orgasm took over him as your own arrived, making him deliver endless thank you's while your speed fastened and your rhythm lost all its sense.

"t-thank you, oh, fuck. thank you ... so fucking good, it's- it's so good. oh, thank you ..."

you immediately fell onto each other when your highs had gone down, equally out of breath. being the sweet girl jungkook always knew you to be, he hummed in contentment when you held onto him, cuddling into him in a loving manner and playing with his hair.

if you weren't careful, he'd probably fall in love with you even more than he already had.

he only broke the silence after a few minutes of cuddling, still slightly out of breath.

"do you- do you still wanna go over your statistics homework?"

you laughed, nuzzling further into him, "maybe tomorrow, bunny."

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[sopebubbles]

One

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Synopsis: in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life.

Chapter summary: you shouldn't be out in your condition, but at least Jungkook and Jimin are there to save you.

Warnings: assault/violence, ngl m/c is basically unconscious for this whole chapter, language, nudity, straight panic

Word count: 5k

Jimin fought the skip in his step so as not to embarrass Jungkook as they walked down the street to a relatively new nightclub that was supposed to be friendly to Lykos. Although it was technically illegal to deny anyone access to most spaces based on subspecies or secondary gender, there were still many places in the city where alphas, betas and omegas alike were looked down on or outright harassed. This new club was located closer to their home than most of the nightlife in the city, and Jimin couldn't help but be excited about checking it out. It had been a long week for the beta, as most weeks were, and as much as he loved relaxing at home with his pack, he was grateful that his fellow beta was willing to accompany him for a night of letting loose. Jungkook had also seen his fair share of Sapien bullshit this week while on duty, and he frankly needed to blow off some steam.

Being a cop was an oddly perfect job for a beta, not that the ordinary Saps Jungkook worked with always saw it that way. He managed to remain calm in situations that neither alphas or even regular Sapiens could. The calming pheromones he exuded with his subtle, fresh linen scent worked even on the Saps who didn't know when it affected them. But this week there must have been something in the air causing an uptick in Sapien-Lykos violence, and even Jungkook's ability to de-escalate most situations failed to save the life of a young omega male. He died right in front of Jungkook before he could even react. So when Jimin suggested they go out for a few drinks, Jungkook didn't hesitate.

Another thing that made Jungkook a good cop was his ability to smell trouble. He liked it much better on duty than in his freetime. When the hair on the back of his neck stood on end, he wished he could ignore it. He knew that something was wrong several seconds before his brain was able to fully process the scents carrying around the corner from the alley they were coming up on. Two aggressive alphas and one omega. An omega in heat. It was an incredibly alarming smell to encounter on the street at night. What omega in their right mind would dare to go out of the house at such a time? What alpha would let them?

It took Jimin a moment after Jungkook to catch on, but when he did, they shared a heavy look. Their steps slowed as they approached the opening of the alleyway, and when their footsteps silenced they could hear the gruff voice of one of the alphas speak.

"What's a pretty little omega like you doing out all alone in this state?"

"M not," a weak female voice whimpered in response. "Please, I'm not."

"Of course you are, sweetheart. It's no use hiding. Let us take you home and take care of you. Alpha will give you what you need."

A muffled no was choked off with a gurgling sound. Jimin looked pleadingly up at Jungkook, who knew that he couldn't hesitate any longer.

"Police! Put your hands up!" Jungkook called in his most commanding voice as he stepped around the corner and into the alleyway. He felt somewhat foolish, holding his hands up like a gun toward the other men, not knowing if they were armed. But faking it was all he could do at the moment.

The two men paused to look briefly in Jungkook's direction, but the light in the alley was too dim to give his ruse away. Instead, the alpha that had his hand around your throat squeezed tighter and pulled you closer just to slam your head back against the wall. He let you fall like a sack of potatoes to the concrete before he and his friend ran toward the other end of the alley, hoping that the "officer" would focus on helping you and not on catching them. It was a smart bet.

As the alphas' footsteps faded away onto another street, Jimin slipped past Jungkook to get to you first. He knelt down to the concrete beside you and asked in a shaking voice, "Miss, are you alright?"

Panic threatened to cloud his mind, but Jimin was used to dealing with Lykos in crisis from his job as a social worker with homeless Lykos youths. He leaned in closer to hear that you were still breathing while he pressed two fingers to your throat. You were positively burning and your heart was racing. You were definitely in heat. But what were you doing out here on your own?

"Should we call the police?" Jimin asked, turning his head to look up at his pack member.

Jungkook tensed. He'd love to say that the cops would be able to help, but the police were still more or less ignorant when it came to things like heats and ruts. They were still considered taboo to Saps. "They're less likely to get her to a safe place than to lock her up for public disturbance." Jungkook shook his head. "Maybe we can take her to the hospital."

"They'll turn her away. Heat isn't a medical emergency, and it will actually cause a public disturbance."

"Fuck."

Jimin stood with his hands on his hips and shared a look with Jungkook that had the taller beta shaking his head before Jimin even made a sound. "We gotta take her home."

"We can't take a random omega home, Jimin."

"We can't leave a vulnerable omega alone on the street either!" Jimin let out a quiet whine that had Jungkook clenching his fists.

"Don't fucking start. We'll take her home and have Yoongi check on her and see if we can get her coherent enough to get her home."

"Thank you, Kook," Jimin sighed.

Jungkook let out his own heavy breath as he stooped to pick you up in his arms and carry you back to the pack's house. He wasn't doing this for Jimin, or for you, but for his own conscience. He couldn't watch another omega die this week.

You weren't heavy, but you made the walk back to their house feel longer than before. You seemed to come around again as they returned home, and for a moment you felt disoriented, but Jungkook fluffed out his fresh linen scent as soon as he realized it, and it was enough to keep your frantic, homoronal mind down for a few more minutes as you nuzzled unconsciously into his neck. When they started up the sidewalk to the house, Yoongi's face appeared in the glass pane to the left of the entrance. He quickly opened and closed the door, hurrying down the steps to confirm that there was indeed a limp body in his youngest packmate's arms.

"What's going on?" Yoongi's voice came out in a hiss, but even that couldn't hide his natural concern. Any decent alpha would be concerned for an omega in your state.

Jungkook pushed past him and up the steps to set you down on the soft outdoor couch. Your head lolled as he pulled away. Your nose sought out his scent with a whimper.

"We were passing by when this omega was being assaulted," Jimin explained.

"So you brought her here?" Yoongi's voice was hushed but tense.

"We didn't know where else we could take her, hyung," Jimin shrugged.

"She's in heat!"

"No shit, Sherlock," Jungkook grumbled. He'd been able to breathe in nothing but you the whole way here, and while the smell of an omega in heat was far from unpleasant, even to a beta, it had him on edge. Yoongi glared at him. "We need you to take a look at her hyung. There were a couple alphas with her when we found them. Just, check to see if she's hurt please."

Yoongi stared at him in frustration for a moment before he sighed and bent to look at you. He had worked as an EMT for enough years to be able to control himself around an omega smelling as sweet as you, but that didn't mean it was easy for him. When Yoongi pressed his fingers to the pulse point just next to your swollen scent gland you let out another weak cry. He cursed silently as he tried to get a read on the rhythm of your heart.

Meanwhile, Jungkook took the purse that they had found beside you from Jimin and dug his hand inside. He pulled out a wallet and a phone a moment later. Opening your wallet first, he pulled out your ID and held it out to compare the picture on the card with the troubled face before him. "It looks like her name is Y/N," he informed the others.

You made a sound of recognition at hearing your name, but it didn't come close to being a word.

"Check her head, hyung. The guy who attacked her hit her pretty good."

Yoongi's deft fingers pressed lightly around your skull until he reached the back of your head and you winced at the tenderness. He pulled one hand back to check for blood, but there was only a small amount, indicating you didn't have a serious head wound, although he was sure it hurt. Before he could pull his other hand out of your tangled hair, you turned your nose into his wrist and breathed in his citrusy scent.

"Alpha," you moaned, low and quiet, with a breath-taking neediness that even Yoongi struggled to ignore.

"Fuck," he breathed as you nuzzled against his skin. Yoongi fought to keep a grip on his senses. "Why the hell did you bring this fucking omega here?" He groaned and forced himself to pull his hands away before he could get caught up in your smell. He wanted it covering his skin. He wanted it all over him like it was all over Jungkook.

"What else were we supposed to do? Just leave her there?" Jimin knew it wasn't the greatest idea, but you were in a crisis, and any port in a storm would do.

"No," Yoongi groaned, hanging onto the edge of his sanity by his fingertips. "Who would even let an omega out of their sight in a state like this?" It was unfathomable, unconscionable. Even now Yoongi's instincts were screaming at him. Get her inside the house. Get her in the nest. Protect omega. Breed her. He forced himself to take several steps away from you and gulps of what he hoped would be fresh air. Just enough for his rational brain to remind him that he could not and would not breed a random omega he just met. No matter how good she smelled.

Jungkook couldn't help but feel a little grateful he hadn't been an alpha. It wasn't the first time he thought so, but watching the elder male struggle now, he was keenly aware of it. "Jimin, go calm Yoongi hyung down before he mounts the poor girl."

Yoongi let a low growl start in his chest and neither of them were sure if it was toward Jungkook or the image his words conjured. Jimin obeyed and went to pin Yoongi between himself and the wall of the house. Jimin's lavender had never been strong, but he did his best to exude as much of the calming scent as possible, and Yoongi buried his nose against Jimin's scent gland until he was able to think more clearly.

Meanwhile Jungkook had managed to open your phone and was looking through your phonebook in search of an emergency contact. None was designated, but that was less surprising than the fact that there were almost no saved numbers in your phone. All of the names in the list had "(work)" beside them. Seeing no other choice, Jungkook tapped on the first contact on the list and held the phone to his ear. It rang four times before someone answered.

"Bitch, where are you? Your shift started two hours ago!" A voice on the other line responded.

Jungkook suppressed a snort. "Hi. I'm calling on behalf of Y/N. You work with her?"

"Uh, yeah? I'm supposed to be working with her right now. Where is she? Who is this?"

"I'm trying to help her. I need to get-"

"Is she okay?" The voice interrupted over the loud music in the background.

"I think she's okay. She must have unexpectedly gone into heat. Do you know how to get in touch with her pack?"

There was nothing but the noise of what must have been a bar on the other end of the line while Jungkook waited for an answer. "Hello?" He asked. He looked up to meet Yoongi's eyes across the porch. They were clearer now, but filled with confusion.

"Sorry, did you say Y/N went into heat?" The voice on the phone asked. They must have gone somewhere quieter, since their voice was much clearer and louder.

"Yeah. She-"

"But Y/N is Sapien," the person stated.

Jungkook's jaw dropped open a fraction. He had incontrovertible proof to the contrary, unless this person wasn't Y/N. It took him a moment to recover. "I'm sorry, do you have a number for her emergency contact?"

Jungkook could hear the person on the other end swallow before speaking. "I'm sorry. You must have the wrong person. I have to go."

The call ended abruptly, leaving Jungkook feeling more confused than ever.

"What happened?" Jimin questioned as the beta stared blankly at the screen.

Jungkook didn't answer, but dove his hand back into your bag, searching for answers.

Before he could find any, the front door was yanked open, revealing the pack's other three alphas, and one very annoyed omega. From the doorway, all Hoseok could see was Jungkook, and all he could smell was your heat-sweet scent coating the beta's body.

"What the hell is going on? And why the fuck do you smell like another omega?" Hobi demanded, hands on his hips. He had made sure to scent both his betas well before they left, even though he knew they would inevitably come home smelling like strangers from the club. That wasn't an excuse for why Jungkook smelled like fresh hot apple pie and sex. For God's sake, they hadn't been gone more than an hour. Jungkook froze in his search with wide eyes.

"It's not what you think, hyung," Jimin defended, turning to look at the rest of his pack, but not moving away from Yoongi.

"Jimin, what are you doing?" Hoseok's eyes examined the way Jimin held Yoongi against the wall with his body.

"Listen, we're just trying to help someone in need. There's nothing suspicious going on." Jimin held out his hands in a placating gesture. Hoseok was possessive, even for an omega, and he was already pouty about the betas wanting to go out earlier. Jimin should have known that he would be extra touchy about the situation, but he would just have to deal with it. "We found an omega in need and we brought her here. That's all."

Hoseok sucked in an annoyed breath, and that's when he caught it. Your warm apple scent had a sour edge that it shouldn't, not in heat, not unless you were feeling stressed. He leaned around Jungkook to look at your limp form resting on the couch. Fuck. "Bring her inside before every alpha in the neighborhood comes prowling around the yard," he huffed in spite of himself. More than one pack member let out a sigh he didn't know he was holding.

Jungkook slung your purse over his shoulder before bending to pick you up again while the others turned to go inside. Hoseok held the door open with a glare while he ushered you in, careful not to bump your head on the doorframe. It was embarrassing, truly, how affected Hoseok could see all the alphas already were by your scent filling the warm house. They bounded off toward the bedroom. If they had them, their tails would be wagging. Pathetic.

"Take her to the spare room," Hoseok instructed. No way was he letting you into his nest. He'd just washed everything today and it would only drive the alphas more crazy anyway. You would be better off in the spare room, which was cozy, and most often used by Jungkook and Yoongi when they came home in the middle of night and either didn't want to disturb the pack or didn't want to be suffocated by them. Taehyung also slept there sometimes when he painted late into the night. It often made Hoseok prickly not to have his two youngest mates in his nest, but he tried not to take it personally, and he made sure the room was well taken care of with items from each member of the pack. He hadn't washed the bedding this week, but Jungkook's scent was calming–Hoseok knew from experience, especially during heat–so you probably wouldn't mind. Not that the other omega cared if you minded, to be frank. You were an interloper and all that mattered to him was getting you out of here as soon as possible with minimal impact on his pack. Hoseok followed Jungkook into the bedroom and then stood in the doorway, arms braced against the frame as he faced his alphas, forming a formidable wall in front of them.

"You all get back to the living room right now," the omega ordered.

A distinctly Yoongi whine rose from the back of the group. He hadn't forgotten your scent or your warmth or the fact that you needed him. Needed alpha to help you. Needed him to—

"Jimin," Hoseok barked through Yoongi's haze. "Get these idiots settled in the living room, and Jungkook and I will take care of things here."

Quiet groans sounded, but Jimin just chuckled as he took Yoongi and Taehyung's wrists and coaxed them away. "Be nice, hyung. It's not their fault the pheromones make them dumb." He pushed Taehyung down into the corner of the couch before pressing Yoongi into his lap. The two didn't hesitate to touch and nuzzle each other, anything to take the edge off the neediness that you aroused in them.

Jin and Namjoon were more difficult to drag away, big dumb alphas that they were. They stood obstinately in front of the door. "Let us in, Hobah," Jin pleaded, not sounding at all like the pack alpha he was. "She needs her alpha."

Hoseok choked on his spit before he held up a hand in front of Jin. "You are not her alpha, Seokjin. And if you don't walk your ass over to the couch this instant you won't be my alpha either."

Jin ducked his head, properly chastised. He didn't know why he said that. He couldn't help it. It just slipped out. He grabbed Namjoon's arm, and the two wisely walked away.

Hoseok closed the door and turned to help Jungkook. As soon as he had set you down on the mattress, you had begun to squirm. Although he had initially been concerned about you having a concussion, he could see now that you were just deep down in the heat headspace, one ruled by instincts that had you seeking out comfort and relief. Your clothes were becoming soaked with sweat and your hair clung to your forehead. Jungkook watched as you flopped over onto your belly and followed your nose around in search of a nice spot on the bed. You found Yoongi's pillow and breathed in deep, followed by a muffled moan. "Alpha."

Jungkook began to feel uncomfortable, a tightness in his chest coiling as he watched you struggle in vain. But it also felt wrong to see. He had never seen a strange omega go into heat before. The only heats he had ever actually participated in were Hobi's, but before that he had only seen relatives in a state as vulnerable as this. Your shirt slid up your torso and you lifted your backside into the air and Jungkook flushed.

"Hyung," he said with quiet urgency.

Hoseok was picking up some discarded items from the floor in an attempt to clean up the room, but he looked up at the youngest's voice. "Can we do anything for her?"

Hoseok bit back another sarcastic comment and sighed. He reminded himself to find some compassion. You were in a dreadful state. He couldn't even imagine how distressing it would be to be around strangers, away from your pack in a heat as strong as you were clearly having.

"She might be more comfortable if she got out of those clothes."

As if in response to his words, you rolled over onto your back once more and began to fumble with the button on your pants. Little puffs of air left your mouth in huffs of frustration.

"Hyung, is she about to take her clothes off?" An edge of panic laced his voice. Hoseok rolled his eyes at the bashful beta. He had to do everything himself.

"You go get a couple of bottles of Gatorade from the kitchen. She'll be needing the electrolytes. I'll try to get her…settled." Jungkook nodded at the orders. "Oh, and take these and drop them in the washer," Hobi added before Jungkook turned to leave and held out the bundle of dirty clothes for him to take.

Jungkook hesitated. "Maybe we should leave them for her. They might help a little."

A pulse of possessiveness tweaked Hoseok's muscles and he gripped the cloth tighter in his hands. What right did you have to his pack's soothing scents? But he pushed it down and nodded, letting the younger man go. He left the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed and went to sit beside you. You still hadn't managed to remove any of your clothes yourself. Hoseok knew that some heats could be worse than others, especially when he was younger, or when the pack first started to form with Jin and Namjoon. He could see you were completely out of your senses, so far down into primal lust that you couldn't think straight or string three words together. Every now and then your face shifted in confusion, just for a second while your brain tried and failed to recognize anything familiar or comforting in your surroundings. The pained look finally brought Hoseok around to his empathy, and it kicked in with a surge in anger. He finally realized why Jimin and Jungkook had to bring you here, because truly who could let a helpless thing like you out of their sight? Hoseok reached out his hand to brush the hair away from your blazing skin. You keened into his cool touch, and he laid his palm flesh against your forehead. You relaxed for a moment, ceasing your constant wriggling.

"You are burning up, pup. We should get you out of these terrible clothes so you'll be more comfortable." You didn't respond but began to shift again without making any move to remove your clothing. "Is it okay if I help, little one?"

Again you didn't speak but your face morphed into a dopey expression that was almost a smile. Your glassy eyes seemed to sparkle. Hoseok couldn't even help the small smile that tugged his lips.

"I promise this is all business," he said as he began to unbutton your pants and then slowly tugged them down. When he had finally pulled your jeans off your feet you kicked them cutely in the air. You sat up on your knees, more energetically than you had been since he'd seen you. You reached down and pulled your shirt clumsily over your head, bringing a rush of blood to Hoseok's cheeks.

In spite of the fact that their pack was all male, most of them had been with women, just not Hoseok. He was young when he met Jin, so it wasn't that he wasn't interested or attracted, it just so happened that no women had come into their lives in any important way for Hoseok. And he definitely wasn't prepared for you stripping in front of him. He sat in stunned silence so long that he didn't realize what you had truly wanted was to get out of your bra until he heard you whine and noticed you clawing clumsily at your back, unable to even comprehend the clasp. Before he could move to help you there was a thud against the door.

"Do you need help, Hobi hyung?" Taehyung's voice carried through the wood. He must have been called by your whines too.

"Go back to the couch, Tae," the omega barked and heard a defeated whimper before footsteps moving away. "Let me help you, pup," he said more gently and twisted you around to access the tricky clasps. He wasn't much better than you due to his inexperience, but eventually he got it done. You slipped the offensive article down your arms and turned to him, inching closer as if to climb into his lap, not caring one bit that he was a stranger and you were nearly naked. Hoseok slipped off the bed to stand away from you. He picked up your shirt and held it out to you.

"Maybe you should put this back on now," he offered nervously. He tried desperately not to look down at your swollen, peaked nipples that were just begging for attention. Your apple pie smell turned sweeter, warmer, filling up the room.

Jesus. He wasn't even an alpha and you were still affecting him. He tried to hold the shirt up to cover you from his view and his omega brain came back online. This shirt was rough and had been tight fitting. It was the last thing you would want when your skin was so sensitive.

"I'll…I'll go get you something softer to wear," he said shakily. He dropped your shirt to the floor and looked around for something until his eyes fell on the clothes he had pulled up. He spread them out in front of you. "Here, you can wear any one of these in the meantime. I'll be right back."

To his relief you instantly brought one of the shirts to your nose and inhaled deeply before picking another and doing the same. It made a perfect distraction, and he was able to slip out the door. Outside, he took a deep breath and sighed in relief. Then he opened his eyes to a wide-eyed Jungkook and nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Is she okay?" The younger man asked, holding two different flavors of sports drink in his hands.

"She's okay for now but you do not want to go in there right now."

"I'll just go give her these," he said, holding up the two bottles.

"Leave them outside the door. We need to talk with the pack," Hoseok replied, regaining his composure. The beta did as he was told and followed his hyung to the living room where the others waited on the edge of their seats.

"Jimin, can you tell me what happened and where you found this poor girl?" Hoseok prompted. The four alphas tried hard to focus as Jimin quickly informed them on what had happened.

"Where is her pack? What if those men were her alphas?" Jin wondered aloud and hoped that wasn't true.

"It doesn't seem likely," Jungkook said. "If it was they would have tried to explain but they just ran off and left her."

"It doesn't make any sense. Why would she go out if she was going into heat? They can come on fast, but not that fast. Why wouldn't her alpha keep her at home? They must have smelled her." Hoseok stroked his chin while he spoke, searching for an answer he couldn't fathom.

"She must have been heading into work," Jungkook offered, recalling the bizarre conversation he had with your coworker earlier.

"Isn't that what heat leave is for?" Hoseok asked. Not that he would know. He'd grown up in a fairly traditional pack and never had an outside job a day in his life. He enjoyed staying at home and taking care of his pack. But he knew it was a luxury, and one he was grateful the pack could provide it.

"Heat leave still isn't a right for omegas. Not all employers offer it, nor are they legally obligated to," Jin informed them.

Jungkook nodded. "The woman I spoke to on the phone didn't even seem to know Y/N was an omega."

Taehyung's ears perked up. "Y/N?"

"That's what her driver's license said. Do you know her?"

Taehyung shook his head regretfully. "No. It's just a nice name," he murmured. Jin reached out to ruffle his hair.

"So how do we find her pack?" Namjoon asked.

"She didn't have any non-work numbers in her phone, so I think the next step should be to go to the address on her license and ask there." Jungkook got up to retrieve your ID from where he had shoved it in his pocket. "This address is only a few miles from here."

"I'll drive you," Jin offered, but Yoongi put his hand on the older alpha's shoulder.

"You should stay here with the pack, just in case anything happens. I'll go with Jungkook."

Jin gave him a grateful nod and Hoseok couldn't hide his relief either. Helpless and pathetic as you might be, it wouldn't have felt safe to have a stranger in the house without the pack alpha home.

"Do you want me to come with you guys?" Jimin offered. He didn't know what he would be able to do but he felt invested.

Yoongi cupped his cheek. "You're needed here, in case one of these guys breaks their chain," he grinned before he leaned in to kiss the pretty beta's lips. "We'll be back as soon as we can," he assured Hoseok with a kiss to the worried crease of his forehead.

"You be sure to read that alpha the riot act when you find them," Hoseok said.

"Sure thing, love," Yoongi winked before following Jungkook out the door.

A/n: thanks for checking out chapter one! Please send me lots of nice comments and questions! They help me figure things out and motivate me to keep writing! Check back for chapter 2, in which m/c is still mostly unconscious 😅

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[tanniefm]

all to you | jjk (m)

summary - why work on a boring school project when you could fuck your cute bestfriend?!

pairing - sub!jungkook x dom!reader (f)

genre - friends to lovers, pwp

word count - 2.6k

song inspo - all to you by sabrina claudio.

warnings - dry humping, dirty talk, praise, pet names, cumming in pants (EEEE), breast play, reader is described as squishy and squeezable so if you don’t like that my bad

a/n - i just desperately needed whiny koo. badly. also hey lol it’s been a while

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You're gonna fail this class. Who the fuck even needs calculus anyway? You huff and continue to throw a silent temper tantrum while writing down equations that don't even make sense to you. You look over at your friend, Jungkook to see if he thinks anything of what the professor was saying makes sense, only to see him diligently writing in his notebook and seeming to retain every bit of information the man bellows out to the class. You chuckle to yourself, your Kookie, always hard at work.

You and Jungkook have been friends since you were kids. He's always been a little meek and quiet, a complete juxtaposition from your talkative and loud manner. You had found him cute, even back in elementary school. His bunny smile and his big doe eyes made you melt every time you looked at him. Being neighbors, naturally, you both were constantly around each other. He was content with listening to you talk your head off while he listened intently and nodded along. You two complement each other. Anytime either of you had a problem, the other was always there to give support. Your favorite thing to do though was tease him. Seeing his pretty face burn scarlet and shyly bite his lip after complimenting him gave you a strange sense of satisfaction. It seemed as though no one could get him so flustered but you. Of course, you tried not to dwell on it, but it's not like it wasn't there.

You watched the clock obsessively, desperately waiting for it to strike 4. You smiled once it did and quickly gathered your stuff to meet Jungkook by the door where he always waited for you. Calculus is your last class of the day so he waits for you to pack up to walk back to the dorms together. As you start down the road to your building, you turn and finally ask him what the fuck you're supposed to be doing for class.

“Oh, we have a test next Monday. It's on Convergence and Divergence, remember?” he asks. No, you do not, but you're sure you wrote down some notes somewhere so maybe that'll count for something.

“I do not have the attention span for this shit I swear. Every time he speaks I automatically zone out,” you groan. He giggles and shakes his head.

“I’ll help you study, don't worry,” Your dorm building comes into view as you keep your pace on the sidewalk.

“Great! My roommate won't be home for another couple of hours so we can get started at mine.” you smile.

You take out your key and unlock the door and walk into the living room to set both of your bags on the kitchen table. Jungkook gets his laptop and notebook and sits on the couch. He found doing your work out here is more productive than in your bedroom since you tend to get a little lazy when you're in the comfort of your room. You've argued with him about this plenty of times before, even though you're very aware he's right.

“You want anything to drink? Eat? I think I might have some ramen in the pantry,” you yell from the kitchen.

“Nah I'm good, thanks!” he yells back. His face illuminates from his screen as he starts looking up the test review your professor sent out for the class.

You come back with a bottle of water and your sweatshirt in your hands. Oh. You took it off. Ok, that's fine - Jungkook thinks to himself - the tight tank top you're wearing that seems to accentuate your boobs and curves perfectly is completely fine. He's fine, just focus on the google doc, JK. He tucks his bottom lip between his teeth and stares wide-eyed at his screen.

“Oh shit, I still need to get the stuff for Tae’s party, hold on,” you whip out your phone and search for the text Taehyung sent you about all the different types of snacks and alcohol he wanted.

“Oh no you don't need to do that, I'll get them it's fine!” he rushes to grab his phone and open his notes app. Tae had sent the list of errands he wanted to the group chat and hadn't given anyone a specific job on who needed to buy what. You had said you’d get some of them, but it seems Jungkook had the same intention.

“Kook, I can get them, it's whatever. Just let me look for what he said he needed,” you argue. He attempts to disagree again but you snatch his phone from his hands before he can get a word out.

“Hey, give it back!” he yelps. You cackle mischievously and turn away from him as he tries to grab his phone from your hands. 

“____! Give me my phone!” he whines. He sets his computer on the coffee table and tries to wrestle it from your grasp again. Just as he lunges for his phone, you put your hand on his firm chest and push him back onto the couch. You climb on top of him and straddle his waist. 

“What are you gonna do about it? Why don't you just take it, hm?” you look down at him and freeze. His lips are in a soft pout and he gives you the best puppy eyes he can muster. 

“Please ____? Just give it back, please?” he whines softly. Your breath hitches as you realize the position you're in. Your best friend is under you begging for his phone while you are staring down at him and straddling his tiny waist. His hands had clasped onto your hips and he absentmindedly squeezed them. Fuck he looks so good like this. Jungkook doesn't know what to focus on. The view of you on top of him like this is something he'll be fisting his dick to for weeks. He bets if he leaned up right now he'd be at the perfect level to kiss you. Maybe even kiss your pretty tits that are seemingly calling for him to suck bruises into. He can feel his jeans tighten as his eyes dart everywhere but your eyes and his face starts to turn pink. You mistake his flustered look for being uncomfortable and immediately attempt to apologize and shift off of him. As you make your move, however, you hear him gasp loudly. His grip on your hips tightens further and his face darkens to a bright red. 

“Oh my god I'm so sorry did I hurt you?” you rush out. He looks like a deer in headlights. Maybe you went too far?

“N-no. M’ ok,” he says in a small voice. You furrow your brows in concern and take his face in your hands.

“Are you sure? You're burning up, babe.” you rub your thumbs across his cheekbones as he stares starry-eyed at you. He offhandedly thinks you might've been an angel in your past life. He smiles gently and nods in your hands. He musters the courage to start rubbing his hands up and down your waist slowly. You feel so soft. He wants to hold you like this forever. However, his dick is starting to strain in response to the worried tone you're taking on. He'll never admit it out loud, but he loves how concerned you get over him. It makes him feel needed and special.

“I'm fine, ____, promise.” He hopes you can see past his white lie for once. Unfortunately for him, it's just then that you start to feel something press against your leggings. 

“Jungkook...are you...?” you say slowly. His eyes widen as his entire body stiffens. Fuck fuck you felt him. Oh god, now you're gonna think he's a fucking weirdo that can't control his hormones. He should've never come over. Now you're gonna hate him forever! You notice his eyes start to well up and immediately try to comfort him.

“No! No baby it's ok! I'm not mad or grossed out please no tears you know I don't like seeing my pretty boy sad.” Without thinking, you softly kiss his forehead. He stares at you in awe and sniffles. Your pretty boy. The words swirl through poor Jungkook’s head on repeat. Did you mean it? Is he really yours? Did you really think he was pretty? Do you think about him the way he thinks about you?

“Y-yours? I'm...yours?” he mumbled. His watery eyes are looking at you like you're the center of the universe. Although you didn't mean for the words to slip, you didn't want to watch doubt cloud his eyes if you were to take them back. So you lean down and smile softly. “Mhm, mine. Always mine,” you see him glance down at your lips the closer you get to him. He starts to close his eyes and you giggle quietly at how cute he looks awaiting your kiss. You brush your lips against his and lean back teasingly. He whines and chases after you. 

“You wanna kiss me, baby? Hm?” you smirk as you watch his eyes flutter open and give you a pleading look. “Yes, please. Wanna kiss,” he frowns. You notice his lisp is starting to show as you cause his brain to turn to mush. You like him like this. All whiny and pliant just for you. Your pretty boy. You guide his lips towards yours and caress your hands along his chest. All the sports he's been doing must be paying off since you swear you can feel every muscle in him tense. His tongue shyly comes out to twist against your own which causes you to sigh blissfully into his mouth. Your fingers brush over his nipples and you feel him gasp.

“Oh? Are your little nipples sensitive, baby? You want me to touch them?” he whimpers and nods. “Words, sweetie. You need to tell me you want me,” you say pointedly. For some reason, he feels like you're talking about more than just touching his nipples. 

“Yes ____. Please touch me…I want you,” he says bashfully. You smile and praise him for being so polite, which in turn rewards you with a toothy grin and a cute nose scrunch. You peck his nose before you resume your little make-out session. Your fingers brush over his nipples once more but this time start to circle them slowly. His hips buck as he lets out a small moan that you swallow. Your hands sneak under his shirt to touch them more directly. You slide your hands up his muscular plane and return them to his pebbled peaks. He starts to whine consistently which only makes you wetter. God, he sounds so fucking pretty. Why didn’t you think to do this sooner? You direct your kisses to his jaw and work your way down his neck. You gently suck on his pulse point and it sends him into a full-body shiver. You giggle and tug at the hem of his shirt. He quickly obliges, tugging it off and diving back into you to continue kissing. He thinks kissing you has got to be his favorite feeling in the entire world now. Your lips are so soft and plump, the vanilla-scented gloss you put on smears across his smaller lips, making him feel dizzy and uncomfortably hard. His hands start to squeeze your hips again. They feel so soft and cushy, he loves how squeezable you are. He wonders if your cunt feels just as soft. Fuck he needs you so bad. He starts to rub himself against your clothed center as you slowly take off your tank top. 

Seeing your boobs squeezed into your bra has him drooling. This has to be a dream come true. “Can I take that off too?” he says whilst completely honed in on your breasts. You laugh and nod, god could he get any cuter? He reaches around and clumsily fumbles with the hooks. He’s so horny he can’t even think straight. He already knows his boxers are drenched with how much precum his dick is producing. Once your breasts are freed, he takes a moment to fully take you in and the situation he’s found himself in. His favorite person in the world is grinding on his lap, half nude, and looking at him warmly. He’s definitely fucking dreaming.

He shyly dives his head into your neck and trails soft kisses down towards your chest. The closer he gets to your nipples, the harder he sucks. He wants to leave his mark, anything to prove that this is truly happening. Your weight on top of him and his hands feeling your soft skin is the only thing grounding him at the moment. You grab his ebony locks and guide him to where you want his mouth. As sweet as he’s being, you’re feeling just as needy for him. You grind a little faster which causes him to moan loudly against your nipple. His hand moves from your hips to play with the neglected one. His other hand encourages you to continue your pace on his swollen shaft. Back and forth, back and forth. This is pure bliss for Jungkook. 

Your living room is filled with the noises of pleasure. Anyone unlucky enough to be your neighbor will know that not a single studying tactic is being used right now. But you can’t find it in you to care. All you care about is hearing Jungkook moan as loud as he wants as he orgasms. You briefly consider giving him more than this. Maybe wrapping your lips around his pulsing tip, or even sitting on him directly with no fabric in between. The thought of getting him to ruin his pants is too good to pass up though. You can imagine how embarrassed he might become, but it’s ok, you’ll clean him up. At this you smirk and put your full weight on him, snapping your hips to gain speed.

 He gasps and his eyes widen. Why are you going so fast? At this rate, he’ll… “____ wait! I’m gonna-hngg-I’m not gonna last if you keep going!” You shush him gently and keep your pace. You need to see him crumble under you. He throws his head back as his hips can’t help but thrust into yours. His mouth opens and spills every sound he’s been trying to quiet down. He’s never felt this good in his life. His hand could never compare to this feeling. You lean down and whisper in his, “You gonna cum baby? Cmon Kookie, be a good boy and cum for me. Want you to ruin these pants.” He moans loudly and nods his head rapidly. He lifts his head to look at you as his eyes start to water. “I-I’m-fuck! I can’t! Please don’t stop,” he chokes out. Curses slip profusely from his lips as his moans rise in octave. Until finally, the dam breaks. He spills into his soiled boxers as tears stream down his face and confessions of his love for you leave his mouth. Your body shakes with your own climax and smile bigger than you ever have, you had a feeling he’d be the type to profess his love whilst cumming. He’s such a sweet boy. You tug at the back of his neck to slot your lips onto his.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he pants into the kiss. You both can’t stop smiling, this is everything you’ve ever wanted. You pull back with a line of spit still connecting you two. “I love you too, you know. So much,” you say as you gaze into his black orbs. He’s gorgeous, he has the same thought as he holds you close. His phone suddenly pings from your side. Damn, you had forgotten all about that thing. A message that makes you both simultaneously cackle and blush appears on the screen. 

Tae:

“Hey so I got the stuff for the party, let me know when ya’ll are done fucking or wtv and come over 😒”

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[plutokoo]

Maybe a bit weird but yandere big bad wolf jk and small sheep oc/yn?

pairing : yandere wolf jk x fem sheep hybrid reader

genre : smut, yandere

A/N : a quick smutty drabble rn because I'm writing a one shot for it and it's halfway done. I just need to do a quick dump bcs the one shot is kinda long and it's making me hit writers block 😭😭😭😭. this might not be the best tbh but I promise the one shot will be way better.

yandere wolf jk who's a perfectionist at uni never missing a class, always has a 4.0 GPA and never failed to made it in to the deans list.

and then one day he saw you, barging in to the class late mumbling sorry and sitting right in front of him,your scent covering his nose almost instantly,his ears tensing up as he grumble mate slightly under his breath.

he reached for you after class finished, hands grabbing your arm tightly, he leaned his face in, a wolfish grinned adorning his face as he greeted you

you who was timid,fearful and easily panicked,breathed out your name gently hands shaking from the sudden interaction. you can't help it of course it's in your nature to act that way :(

before he could ask you about how he's never seen you in the class before, you snatched your arms from him, legs stuttering to get out of the room as fast as you can, his scent was overwhelming, making your thoughts go hazy from fear.

jungkook frowned as your figure scrambled out, hands forming a fist as he make a silently vow to himself to get you again.

he met you again next on the campus hallway, hands barely holding on to the thick text books you carried as you sauntered around,trying to get into the professor office before bumping against some jock, your knees crashing on the hard tiles as the books fell from your grasp, gasp leaving your lips from the pain. the hallway turned silent, people watching you trying to gather books, you wanted to wailed from the attention you're receiving, your knees ached from the impact,blood oozing out from the cuts it received

jungkook immediately rushed up to you, shooing people away as he kneeled down, his hands quickly collect the books as he helped you stand up. he cooed at the fat tears that was sliding down your face, "its okay baby you're okay they're gone know" he fussed wiping your tears away

you sobbed,wiping your face at the sleeve of your sweater, the nickname he gave you went unnoticed as he continued to caressed your face.

"let me help you bring these and then we'll go to the infirmary to take care of your knees, okay?" he offered not giving you time to answer before he grabbed your hands,his other hand holding the books easily as he sauntered to the office

after that it was easy for jungkook to make you his,everyday he would take you out for coffee,sit beside you in class, and helped doing your assignments. he'd pamper you endlessly, slowly convincing you to sleep at his place instead because it was too dangerous for you to sleep alone and you who was dumb,naive and gullible believed everything he said.

he'd make you move to his apartment too, because it's such a hassle for his baby to be going back and forth at all and he doesn't like the thought of you being all alone so please move in with me baby, I don't like being apart from you :((((

jungkook Hates when you start talking or making friends with other people because you're his and only his to have, it's not hard to make you stop talking to these people of course, your timid nature making it easy for him to remove people from your life.

he'd tell you everyday, gaslighting you into thinking about how your friends view you as an easy target and how you will always be a Second choice to them, how you would easily get stampede if you keep hanging around with people other than him.

you'd believed everything he said, the thought of leaving the home you thought as a safe place become more and more distasteful making you switch all your classes to online instead, which ofcourse was jungkooks Idea.

jungkook loves to fuck you, he loves rubbing your wet pussy through your panties while you're sleeping, hips unconsciously humped against his hands as moans left your lips,his hands would move the panties sideways, thumbs slowly rubbing your clit, drawing 8 figures on it making you reach your qlimax, soft pants leaving your lips.

he'd fuck you on top of the kitchen counter, your front leaning on it, clit grazing against the counters corner everytime he thrust forward. cold marble pressing against your chest as jungkook pulled your hair back, his hand reaching down to pinch your nipple making you squeeze more around his cock

"aah...aah ple..please" you mewl hands rubbing your clit, desperate to reach your orgasm. jungkook grunts, his hands smacked you ass,groaning as he watched it jiggle "please what slut", he rasped hips bucking faster as he leaned down, lips sucking your necks making your eyes rolled back from the pleasure

"uh...ugh...cum please" you cried out, jungkook reached down hands smacking your pussy as he yanked your hair back "fuck..baby..cum" he choked, you wailed as you squirt against him,body trembling, eyes rolling back as your pussy pulsate againts his cock. "fuck fuck fuck" jungkook sobbed out as he reached his climax, filling your hole with so much cream it drips out.

he pulled out,wincing slightly before plugging his hand up your hole, preventing his cum from dripping down your hole "can't let this go to waste hm".

jungkook loves it when you got your heat he'd fuck you on every surface in the house. he'd fuck you on the couch when the movie's still playing,on the bathtub while letting the shower jet hits your clit , on the floor where he'd fuck you so hard you could barely from a sentence.

jungkook loves you so much he'd kill for you. he would easily get rid of anyone that he thinks might be a threat to your relationship.

he'd do anything for you as long as you don't leave his side,so don't even try to think about doing it it okay?.

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[boobear061]

Teacher And Student

Summary: Jungkook gave Y/n a private " Tutoring "

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut

WC: 4,309

Warning: daddykink, kissing, swearing, blowjob, jerking off, doggystyle position, nipple play, fingering, oral ( m&f receiving), y/n is on the pill, choking, spanking

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~ Y/n's POV ~

Here I am running to my Real Analysis class, I overslept since I was up all night studying for the test that I'm having today and I also missed my bus so it's not my day.

When I got to the class door I catched my breath, once I am a little calm I opened the door, my professor Mr. Jeon stopped talking, he and the class turned around to look at me which made me turned red.

" You're late, Ms. ( Your Last Name ). " Mr. Jeon said.

" Sorry, I overslept and missed my bus. "

" Have a seat, the test is about to begin. " Mr. Jeon said as he's passing the test to each student.

I nod my head, walked over to my seat, sat down and let out a sigh with relief that I came just in time for the test.

When he got to me, he looked at me up and down, set my test down on the table and whispered " Good luck. " He walked away.

" Thank you. "

Once everyone has their tests, Mr. Jeon told us that we can now do the test and no cheating. He walked over to his desk and we get started on the test.

**

I am finished with my test, I got up from my chair, walked over to Mr. Jeon's desk, turned in my test, he looked at me and whispered " How did you do? "

" I think I did okay, I'm not sure. "

" I'm sure you did fine. Have a seat. "

I walked over to my desk, sat down, let out a sigh and wait.

**

Mr. Jeon got up from his chair with our tests in hand, he walked to the middle of the class and said " Okay class, I have graded your tests. "

He gave the graded test to each student, when I saw my grade my jaw dropped, I have failed the test.

What?! I studied all night and this is what I got?

I let out a sigh and saw a little note written in red ink: See me after class!

Great.. Just what I need..

When class is over I wait for everyone to leave, I got up, walked over to Mr. Jeon's desk and said " You wanted to see me, sir? "

He took off his glasses, set them down on his desk, looked at me, and said " Yes, it's about your test score. "

I let out a sigh and said " I don't know what happened, I studied all night and- "

" How about I give you some tutoring? "

I nod my head and said " Sure, I need all the help I can get. "

Mr. Jeon nod his head and said " Meet me here after school and we'll begin with the tutoring. "

" Okay. "

" See you there. "

**

AFTER SCHOOL!!

I am walking to Mr. Jeon's class, feeling a little nervous, I hope I can focus but I know it's gonna be a challenge since I have a huge crush on him.

I knocked on the door, the door opened, Mr. Jeon smiled at me and said " Hey Y/n. "

I smiled back and said " Hi Mr. Jeon. "

" Come in. "

I walked inside the classroom, looked around and noticed that we are the only ones in the classroom, I looked at him and said " Is there anyone else coming? "

He shooked his head and said " It's just us two. "

I nod my head and said " Okay. "

It's just us two? Oh boy, I hope I won't embarrass myself..

" Let's sit. "

We walked over to his desk, I noticed that there's a chair next to his chair, I set my backpack down on the desk, he looked at me and said " What do you have trouble with? "

I told him, he nod his head, walked over to the white board, grabbed a black marker, wrote down a problem, looked at me and said " Solve this. "

I walked over to him, grabbed the marker, walked to the whiteboard, and tried my best to solve it.

~ Jungkook's POV ~

I couldn't help myself but to check out Y/n as she is solving a problem on the whiteboard, I gotta admit, Y/n is really beautiful.

I looked at the whiteboard, noticed that she made a mistake, I walked over behind her, and said " You made a mistake. "

I told her what she did wrong, grabbed another marker, and wrote down the correct way.

~ Y/n's POV ~

I felt Mr. Jeon behind me, he wrote down the correct way how to solve the problem on the whiteboard and his colonge filled my nose which made me blush a little.

" You got it? "

I nod my head and said " Yes, sir. "

I turned my head to look at him, noticed that our faces are close, he looked down at my lips and up down my eyes, we didn't say anything to each other, he surprised me when he leaned in and kissed my lips.

My eyes widened, he pulled away from the kiss, looked at me and said " I'm sorry, I- "

I leaned in, kissed him, he kissed me back, I turned my body to face him, he wrapped his arms around my waist and I wrapped mine around his neck. He deepened the kiss, lifted me up, I wrapped my legs around his torso, he walked over to his desk and sat me down.

He pulled away from the kiss, looked at me and said " I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. "

I blushed and said " It's fine. "

He cupped my face with his hands, leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he deepened the kiss, and our tongues fought for dominance. He wrapped his arms around my waist, I pulled him closer to me, he pulled away from the kiss, looked at me and said " You don't know how bad I want you. "

I ran my hands up and down his chest and said " I want you too. "

" Really? " He rest his hand on my bare knee and rubbed circles with his thumb.

I nod my head and said " Yes. "

He leaned in, kissed my lips again, I kissed him back, he pulled away from the kiss, leaned down, and leave wet kisses on the left side of my neck. I bite my bottom lip, run my fingers through his hair, gently pulled on it which made him moan a little against my neck.

Mr. Jeon gently sucked on my neck which made me moan a little and said " That feels so good Mr. Jeon. "

He pulled away from my neck, looked at me and said " Call me Jungkook. "

I nod my head, he cupped my face with his hands, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he moved his hands away from my face and cupped my boobs with his hands.

He squeezed my boobs with made me moan against the kiss, he puts one hand away from my boob, bring his hand down on my knee and rubbed circles with his thumb. He bring his hand in my skirt, rubbed my thigh up and down slowly, I blushed harder, felt goosebumps starting to rise, our tongues fought for dominance and he pulled away from the kiss.

He looked at me and said " If I continue, I don't think I'll be able to stop. "

" Who wants you to stop? "

He smirked and said " Let me go lock the door. "

I nod my head, he walked over to the door, locked it, walked over to me, we are staring at each other with lust in our eyes, and he said " Come here. "

He helped me off the desk and said " Face the door and put your hands on the desk. "

I did what he said, felt him touch my ass, gave my left ass cheek a spank which caused me to jump a little, he spanked my right ass cheek and said " You're gonna get punished, I want you to count every spank. "

" How many are you gonna do? "

" 20. 10 for arriving late and another 10 for failing your test. "

I shivered and he said " If it gets too much for you, say the word purple and I'll stop. "

I nod my head and said " Okay. "

He run his hand up and down my left ass cheek, squeezed it and said " You ready? "

" Yes. "

" Yes, what? " He rubbed my right ass cheek.

" Yes, Jungkook. "

He spanked my left ass cheek, I let out a low moan and he said " Wrong name, call me Daddy. "

I blushed hard and said " Daddy? "

" Yes, I want to hear you say it when I make you cum. Okay? "

" Yes. "

He spanked my right ass cheek and said " Yes, what? "

" Yes, Daddy. "

" Good girl. Now, are you ready? "

" Yes, Daddy. "

" Lift up your skirt, let me see your ass. "

I lift up my skirt, I felt his hand run up and down on my left ass cheek, gave it a squeeze, and moved his hand away. I let out a loud gasp when I felt him spanked my left ass cheek with a object.

" What's that? "

" A ruler, now, count or else we'll gonna start over. "

" 1. "

**

" 20. "

He rubbed my ass cheeks and said " Turn to me. "

I turned to him, he cupped my face with his hands, leaned in, kissed my lips and I kissed him back. He lift me up, I wrapped my legs around his torso, he sat me down on his desk, deepened the kiss, bring his hands up and cupped my boobs.

He squeezed them, I moaned against the kiss, he pulled away from the kiss, and kissed the left side of my neck. I run my fingers through his hair, gently pulled on it which made him moan against my neck.

Jungkook moved away from my neck, looked at me and said " Spread your legs open for me. "

I spread my legs open, he bring his hand down, caressed my left thigh, slowly made his way to my inner thigh, we looked at each other with lust in our eyes, I let out a low gasp when he rubbed my clit through my thong.

Jungkook played with his lip piercing, bite his bottom lip and said " Oh fuck, you're soaking wet for me. Is getting spanked turned you on baby? "

I didn't say anything, he lightly spanked my inner thigh and I said " Yes, Daddy. It turned me on. "

He rubbed my clit a little faster and said " Take your shirt off. "

I took off my shirt leaving me with my bra, set the shirt down on the desk, Jungkook looked at my chest, leaned down and leave wet kisses.

I bite my bottom lip, bring my hands to my back, unclipped my bra, set it aside and Jungkook said " Lay down on your back. "

I laid down on my back, he moved fingers away from my clit which made me let out a whine, he gently spanked my left thigh and said " Be patient. "

Nod my head, he cupped my boobs with his hands, squeezed them and gently pulled on my nipples. I let out a moan, he leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, and our tongues fought for dominance.

He pulled away from the kiss, kissed the left side of my neck, leave wet kisses down to my chest, he licked my left nipple, blew air on it which made my nipple harden.

Jungkook sucked on my nipple, I let out a moan, he rubbed my clit again, I run my fingers through his hair and said " Oh fuck, Daddy. That feels so good. "

His mouth left my boob with a pop, did the same attention to my right boob, he rubbed my clit faster, his mouth left my boob with a pop, and leave wet kisses down to my stomach.

He stopped rubbing my clit, looked at me and said " Let's take this off. "

I nod my head, he took off my thong, put in his pocket, I lift up the skirt, he sat down on his chair, got in between my legs, and kissed my left thigh.

He slowly kissed his way up to my inner thigh, put his hands on my thighs to keep me from closing my legs, spit on my clit, looked up at me and licked my clit.

I moaned his name, he brought two fingers to my mouth, I licked and sucked it, getting his fingers all wet, and he pulled them out of my mouth. Bring his hand down, slowly insert his fingers inside me and begin to finger fuck me.

I cupped my boobs with my hands, squeezed them and gently pulled on my nipples.

" Oh fuck, Daddy. Just like that. " I moaned.

He opened his mouth, flicked his tongue on my clit, I covered my mouth and moaned against it. I bring my other hand down to the back of Jungkook's head, bring him closer, he fingered me deeper and faster.

The wetness of my pussy echoed the room along with my muffled moans, I grind against his fingers, Jungkook sucked on my clit, and I felt my legs start to shake.

A few minutes later, I clenched my pussy on his fingers, uncovered my mouth and said " Oh fuck, Daddy. I'm gonna cum. "

Jungkook moved his mouth away from my clit, looked at me and said " Cum for me baby, cum for Daddy. "

He fingered me faster and deeper, got up, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, moaned against the kiss and with his thumb he rubbed my clit.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulled him close to me, our tongues fought for dominance, he won, and pulled away from the kiss. I looked at him, moaned his name and said " I'm cumming. "

" Yes, cum for me. Cum for Daddy, come on. "

I cummed against his fingers, he pulled his fingers out of my pussy, bring them to his mouth, licked and sucked on them. I bite my bottom lip, he moved his fingers out of his mouth, I sat up, bring my hands up and down his chest, and slowly unbuttoned his white buttoned shirt.

I took it off, set the shirt aside, looked at his bare chest, bring my hands to his chest and moved them up and down slowly, leaned in and kissed his lips.

He kissed me back, I pulled away from the kiss, kissed the left side of his neck, bring my hand down to his hard on and cupped it.

Gently gave it a squeeze which made him let out a low moan, I moved away from his neck, looked at him and said " Let me pleasure you Daddy. "

He nod his head and said " Okay. "

I got off the desk, go on my tip toes, kissed the left side of his neck, kissed my way down to his chest to his abs, I go down on my knees and bring my hand to his hard on.

Moved my hand side to side, looked up at Jungkook, he played with his lip piercing, I unbuckled his belt, and took off his pants along with his Calvin Klein boxers.

I grabbed his hard on, licked the shaft of his dick to the tip, spit on it, spread the spit all over his shaft and begin to jerk him off.

Jungkook let out a low moan, I leaned down, licked and sucked on his balls, he leaned his head back and said " Oh fuck.. "

His balls left my mouth with a pop, I licked the tip of his dick, jerked him off a little fast, " Fuck, Y/n. Keep going. "

Jungkook moaned my name, I bite my bottom lip, stopped jerking him off, insert his dick in my mouth, and began to give him a blowjob. I relaxed my jaw, breathe through my nose, and felt him put his hand to the back of my head.

He put my hair in a ponytail, thrust his hips, I felt him at the back of my throat, closed my eyes, and jumped a little when he spanked my left ass cheek. I opened my eyes, saw that he is holding a ruler, he spanked my right ass cheek which made me moan against his dick, he leaned his head back and moaned my name.

" Fuck, Y/n. Yess, fuck!! "

With my other hand, I bring it down to his balls, gave it a gentle squeeze, he spanked my left ass cheek with the ruler, and I moaned against his dick.

A few minutes later, he cummed in my mouth, I moved his dick out of my mouth, swallowed his cum, he bite his bottom lip and said " Come here. "

I got up, he lift me up, I wrapped my legs around his torso, he sat me down on the desk, laid me down on my back, he kissed my lips and I kissed him back. He cupped my boobs with his hands, squeezed them and gently pulled on my nipples.

I moaned against the kiss, he pulled away from the kiss, looked at me and said " You ready for this? "

" Yes, Daddy. I am. "

He rubbed his dick up and down my clit, we both let out a moan, he looked at me and said " I have a condom with me- "

" I'm on the pill. "

He nod his head and said " Alright. "

Jungkook slowly insert his dick inside me, we both let out a gasp, he thrust his hips, my boobs bounced up and down with every thrust he made. We both moaned each other's names, he wrapped my legs around his torso, fucked me deeper and a little faster.

I bring my hands to his back, gently rake my nails down his back, our skins slapped against each other echoing the classroom along with our moans, we looked at each other with lust in our eyes, he leaned in and kissed my lips.

I kissed him back, our tongues fought for dominance, we both moaned against the kiss and he fucked me faster. He pulled away from the kiss, I moved my arms away from his back, he wrapped his hand around my throat and choked me.

" Oh fuck. " I moaned.

" Rub your clit for me. "

I nod my head and said " Yes, Daddy. "

I bring my hand down, rubbed my clit, moaned and said " Oh fuck.. "

" Yes, Y/n. Keep rubbing your clit for Daddy. Tell me, how does that feel? "

" It feels so good Daddy. "

He moaned and said " Look at you, getting fucked by your teacher in the classroom. Fuckk.. * Moan * It turns me on, having to fuck one of my students. "

I moaned and said " It turns me on too. "

He let go of my throat, covered my mouth with his hand, fucked me deeper and faster, I moaned against his hand, he closed his eyes and said " Oh fuck, Y/n. "

" Oh fuck, Daddy. " I said against his hand.

A few minutes later, we both cummed, he pulled out of me, we catched our breaths, he looked at the clock in the wall, looked at me and said " Let's continue this at my place. "

I nod my head and said " Sure. "

I got off the desk, we changed into our clothes, cleaned up, made ourselves looked decent, I grabbed my backpack and we walked out of his classroom.

We walked down the hallway, he looked at me and said " Did you drove here? "

I shooked my head and said " No, I ran here, remember? I missed my bus. "

He nod his head and said " Alright, let's go to my car. "

I followed him, we got to the teachers parking lot, stepped in his car and we are on our way to his apartment.

**

We are here at his apartment, he opened the door, looked at me and said " Come in. "

I walked inside his apartment, he walked behind me, locked the door, looked at me and said " Do you want anything to drink? "

" A water please. "

He nod his head and said " Alright, come on. "

I followed him to the kitchen, we drank water, I looked around and said " You have a nice apartment. "

" Thank you. "

When we finished our water, he lift me up, sat me down on the counter, he leaned in and kissed my lips. I kissed him back, wrapped my legs around his torso, my arms around his neck, he wrapped his arms around my neck.

I deepened the kiss, he lift me up, walked away, pulled away and put me down. I looked around and noticed that we are in his room, he looked at me and we stripped each other's clothes off.

He looked at me and said " Go on all fours. "

I nod my head and said " Yes, Daddy. "

I go on his bed, go on all fours, he spanked my left ass cheek which made me jump a little, and he said " You ready? "

" Yes, Daddy. "

He insert his dick from behind me, rest his hands on my hips and thrust his hips. I fist the bed sheets, moaned his name, he spanked my right ass cheek and said " Yes, moan for me. You can be as loud as you want. Let me hear you. "

" Daddy! Fuck!! " I moaned loud.

My boobs bounced up and down with every thrust he made, the headboard banged against the wall, he fucked me faster and deeper, I moaned his name and he spanked my left ass cheek.

He wrapped his hand around my throat, choked me, he whispered sweet nothings in my ear, I closed my eyes, moaned and he kissed my cheek. I turned my head to look at him, he kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he pulled away from the kiss and moaned in my ear.

Jungkook unwrapped his hand away from my neck, I spread my legs wider, he fucked me rougher and spanked my left ass cheek.

A few minutes later, we both cummed, he pulled out, sat down next to me, I straddled his lap, rode him up and down, my boobs bounced up and down with every move I made.

Jungkook cupped my boobs with his hands, squeezed them, pulled on my nipples, leaned down, licked and sucked on my nipple. I rest my hand at the back of his head, grind against him which made him moan against my boob, I moaned his name and rode him faster.

Our skins slapped against each other echoing the room along with our moans, his mouth left my boob with a pop, did the same attention to my right nipple and spanked my left ass cheek.

His mouth left my boob with a pop, he looked at me, I kissed his lips, he kissed me back, I rode him faster and deeper, we both moaned against the kiss. I pulled away from the kiss, leaned back a little, Jungkook rubbed my clit, I leaned my head back and moaned his name.

With his other hand, he spanked my right ass cheek, I bite my bottom lip, he bring his hand up, wrapped it around my neck, and choked me. I closed my eyes, moaned his name and said " Daddy! Fuck!! "

" Yes, Y/n. Fuck! "

I rode him faster, he let go of my neck, rubbed my clit faster, he leaned down, licked and sucked on the left side of my neck. He moved his mouth away from my neck, looked at me, leaned in and kissed my lips.

I kissed him back, he spanked my ass which made me moan against the kiss, he thrust his hips, pulled away from the kiss, leaned his head back and moaned my name.

A few minutes later, we both cummed, catched our breath, he leaned in and kissed my lips. I kissed him back, he pulled me close to him, deepened the kiss, flipped us around, my back is on the mattress and he thrust his hips.

We both moaned against the kiss, he pulled away, looked at me, my boobs bounced up and down with every thrust, he gently spanked my boobs and said " Oh fuck! "

The headboard banged the wall, our skins slapping against each other fast, I bring my hand down, rubbed my clit, with my other hand I bring it down and fist the bed sheets.

Jungkook grabbed my legs, put them on top of his shoulders, fucked me deeper and faster. I moaned his name louder, he leaned his head back and said " Fuck, you feel so fucking good. * Moaned * Fuck! "

I cupped my boobs with my hands, squeezed them and gently pulled on my nipples, Jungkook started talking dirty to me, I rolled my eyes back and moaned his name.

A few minutes later, we both cummed, he put my legs down, pulled out, laid down next to me and we catched our breaths. He looked at me and said " That was so good. "

I nod my head and said " It was. "

He leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he pulled away from the kiss, we talked for a bit, got off the bed, changed into our clothes and he dropped me off home.

**

We are here in front of my house, I looked at him, smiled and said " Thank you for the tutoring Mr. Jeon, it was great. "

He smiled back and said " You're welcome, we should do it again sometime. "

I nod my head and said " We should. Bye, see you tomorrow. "

" Bye, Y/n. "

I stepped out of his car, walked over to the front door, opened it, turned around, waved at Jungkook, he waved back and I walked inside the house.

I closed the door behind me, rest my back on the door, blushed hard and smiled at what just happened.

I just had sex with my teacher.

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JHS- Twisted Feelings (10)

Summary: After working at an award show for 2 years everything had become normal, idols were no longer exciting to see, performances became dull and every day blended together, that was until an unexpected man asked for your help.

Genre: idol!jhope × fem!reader, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers, ongoing series

Warning: none for this chapter!

A/N: I’m back from seeing yoongi and it was such an experience. This is kind of a filler but I love building these characters up. Did you miss twisted feelings as much as I missed writing it?

Ch.09 &lt; Series Masterlist > Ch.11

You woke up later than expected, Na-Rae not leaving until 1 am definitely being a bad idea. You were thankful for the late night/early morning shower you had taken which allowed you to get ready in half the time you usually would.

Today was Yoongis day, you would be lying if you said you were excited. At first, he seemed to be easy to have a conversation with but the recent events with the translation mishap only served to leave him suspicious of you, which admittedly is not great when you have to spend hours teaching him.

The conversation last night still bugged you, keeping secrets was never your thing especially when it came to work and your career but Rae had made a few good points on just why the Jung-Woo story had to remain a secret. No company would want a near murderer to work with their most precious assets.

The company lacked the reporters that Jungkook had mentioned swarming the building yesterday, you were grateful for how quickly Bighit seemed to manage security infractions.

“I need your company ID.” The woman’s voice was familiar and you recognised her as the same woman from the day of your interview.

“Oh, of course so sorry.” You chuckled lightly hoping to break the tension as you hand over the company-issued ID, the smile she returned to you is faker than the Gucci sunglasses you chose to wear this morning at the sight of the raring sun but you brushed it off, wanting to start the day in a good mood.

Even if she was a snarky bitch.

She sighed loudly, sliding your ID pass across the desk. “You’re signed in, next time come straight to the desk with the ID please.” You gave her a nod before walking away, you were not going to lose this job by running her face along her keyboard, not today at least.

The rest of the walk was quiet, a few idols passing by giving you small nods and others completely ignoring your existence. You were fine with both, too tired to care.

“Where’s your smile this morning?” You were not expecting Hoseok to come up behind you, his touch on your shoulder making you physically jump.

“HOLY SH-“ you turned to face him, calming at the sight of him and quickly composing yourself. “Hoseok-ssi.”

He tried to hold his laughter in but failed, his eyes creasing. “Sorry sorry I’ll warn you next time, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You lied, forcing a small smile.

“Would you like to get some coffee? There’s a machine around here.” His face was warm and for some reason you wish you didn’t have to decline.

“I have a class with Yoongi-ssi. I’m already short on time.”

“I’m sure Hyung won’t mind, I’ll call him now besides he was stressed and stuck on a song anyway so you probably would sit waiting for a while anyway. Only if you want of course.” He pulled out his phone waving as if tipping the scales on your decision.

You held up your hands in agreement. “Okay…but only and I mean only if he is okay with it, I would like to try and be a little happier for my class with him especially if he is having a stressful day.”

He nodded at you, grinning as if he had just won some kind of award. It left you wondering if he was truly like this with everyone. “He said it’s fine.”

“Lead the way.”

The walk there was pleasant, similar to the last time you had gone together. Hoseok made small conversations, mostly about random information he had learned about the world and his craft. His eyes seemed to hold a particular shine when he mentioned the fun they had on tour, the story of how they would pick rooms when they were unable to have one to themselves making you double over in laughter.

“Here let me.” You swiped your card, paying for both yours and Hoseoks' coffee.

“Oh.” He took the cup, eyeing you as he stirred in the sugar. “You didn’t have to do that we get them free.”

“Still, my treat. I’m happy to pay, you got the last one.” You added your own milk, stirring it before wrapping a tissue around the cup. “I’m going to get ready for my class with Yoongi-ssi, even if he is working I should be there when he finishes to start whenever he is ready.”

“You take your work very seriously, don’t you?”

You smiled, nodding. “I do, I think if you commit to something it should be taken seriously even on hard days or days you don’t want to do that particular thing.”

He hums, his lips pressed together in a hard line. “What do you think about giving up?”

“Giving up on?” You responded, sipping at the froth of your coffee.

“Anything.”

“I think in order to give up you must be brave enough to face what happens when you do, many people find a weakness in it but I find something admirable. I also think it’s okay to take a break, if you give up you can always try again. I think there are two sides to it because in life we want to see those around us reach a level of success that makes them happy so in some cases it’s okay to encourage people to not give up and to keep working towards their goals, giving up should never be something final. It’s okay to stop one thing if there’s something you want more.” He stared at you and you were absolutely sure you’d said way too much but before you could apologise he began to speak.

“Not many people have a mindset with views like that, I think when they get to know you more the members will like you.” He come to a stop as you reached the genius lab studio.

“Hyung?” He tapped his knuckles on the door, trying the handle to no avail.

“Wait.” Yoongis gravely voice called out, it was an easy sign he had been rapping. “I’m coming.”

The door opened and a dishevelled yoongi stood before you. “Oh shit.”

“Hyung!” Hoseok exclaimed.

Yoongis eyes shot open before he shook his head, apologising. “Sorry, I forgot we had a class. Let me just save my work.”

“It’s okay, take your time I’m here all day.” You tried to sound as reassuring as possible, not wanting to leave him feeling bad. He nodded to you before turning away, the door closing behind him.

“Sorry, it’s a busy time.” Hosoek swirls his coffee, sighing.

“You don’t seem as stressed, I thought there’d be staff running around and non-stop practices. Sorry, I don’t have much of an idea regarding behind-the-scenes stuff. Award shows are intense.” You try to laugh off some of the awkward and somewhat sad tension that fills the air, wanting to bring back the calming vibe held between you only moments ago. “Things will be okay.”

“Thank you. Give it a few weeks and it will be exactly like that, this is more of the mentally draining process. Preparing and practices are structured, it’s when the last-minute details get finalised and songs get finished, altered or scrapped. We’ve changed songs entirely a day or two before the same goes for choreography.”

You never truly understood how difficult it was for artists, especially the biggest group in the world. Sure it could be hectic at award shows and more than once you’d been privy to a group argument or mishap backstage but you’d never fully grasped the difficulties they face and you never be able to but you knew looking at Hoseoks false smile, you’d do anything to try and help. “If there’s anything I can do let me know, I know my work here is only a portion of the difficulty you face and has an entire lower level of importance but don’t hesitate to ask for something if you need it, the same goes for all the other members.”

“That’s really kind of you, I’ll pass it on to the other members. I should get going Hyung won’t be long, you’ll be okay?”

You stare stupidly for a moment before blinking “Yeah I’ll be okay, thank you for getting coffee with me.”

“Thank you for paying it was re-“The door beside you leading to Yoongis studio swings open, stopping just before it hit the wall.

“Oh, sorry.” The rapper mumbled, locking the door behind him. His previous state of stress was seemingly better.

“I’m just leaving Hyung, I’ll stop by later to go over those demos.” Hoseok gives you a smile before leaving, heading in the direction of his own studio.

Yoongi watches the younger man disappear around the corner before talking to you. “Sorry about the wait, you have an office right?”

“There’s no need for apologies it’s absolutely fine and yes I do, please follow me.” Thankfully there wasn’t much of a distance between Yoongis studio and your significantly smaller but still cute office.

The artist looks around some before taking a seat at the table. “It’s cosy here, you are allowed to decorate I’m not sure if anyone has told you that.”

“One of the managers did but I wanted to wait a little, I thought it would be better to focus on settling in and building up lessons with yourself and other members first.” You shuffled through the folders you had assembled for each member, finally finding the black one with Yoongi across the label.

“You made us folders?” He raises an eyebrow as you place it down on the table. “Colour coded too?”

“I like organisation and the colours for the most part were random.” You laughed, handing him a pen.

“So there’s no reason in particular mine is black, Jungkooks is black and Jin Hyungs is bright pink?”

“When you look at it that way.” You paused allowing the small joke you’d built up between you to linger. “Maybe you’re right, I’ll never spill my secrets when it comes to my filing process.”

“You sound like me when I would talk about my old USB sticks.” You felt relieved you were able to break the tension that had accompanied your previous meeting with one another.

“What can I say, I’m a genius.” You both laugh for a second before he begins reading over the lesson plan you handed him seconds earlier. “You said you wanted to be able to have conversations and you weren’t too happy with your pronunciation so I thought we could go over some exercises that may help you sound clearer. I also thought we could work on some vocabulary, because you don’t want to be fluent to the point you could live in a foreign country I think just relearning basic sentence structure and vocabulary should be enough.”

He scanned the sheet, “You really were thorough with this, to be honest when Hobi pulled you out of a job to be a translator I had more than one worry. I’m glad to see you taking this seriously.”

“He didn’t exactly pull me out of a job.” You laughed, handing him a highlighter. “My contract was nearing its end and it gave me an opportunity to have time to write and work.”

“What do you write?” He asked, eyebrows raised.

“Stories mostly, anything my imagination can conjure. I like creating a world I can escape to, where anyone can escape to even just for a short while. It’s nothing special I’m just trying to have a book published.” You laugh lightly, attempting to brush off the sudden embarrassment.

“I think that’s similar to music, I love reading I think it’s admirable you’re following your passion.” You were happy the atmosphere between you felt calmer, and he too seemed to be less stressed.

“Thank you.” You often wondered why people would do something that stressed them out to such a degree of devotion but you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t understand, when you love doing something you accept whatever it comes with.

He placed the sheet down, uncapping the pen. “Should we start?”

“Sure, whenever you’re ready.”

Whenever you were teaching time never felt slow, you were used to that. Work being slow all the time despite the fast-paced environment but here it wasn’t like that, it was too fast nor too slow but time seemed to fly away which is how you were surprised when the alarm yoongi had set went off, declaring the end of the class.

You’d spent the two hours discussing conversational English, mostly things he already had an idea of but needed the specifics clarifying. He had attempted to speak English for half of the class but gave up when his memory of the language came to a standstill.

“Already? Did I set the alarm wrong?” You knew the question wasn’t directed at you as he picked his phone up, double-checking the time. “How did I do?” He turned to you, sliding the exam-style sheet back.

“You did well especially for your first class, don’t be overwhelmed by the vocabulary or speaking even. These things take time and you have to take them slowly. For an English speaker to become fluent in Korean it can take up to five years, we have an advantage because most of the time it’s taught in school, you have an extra advantage on top of that because of your continued exposure to the language. Things like vocabulary and pronunciation are easy compared to grammar and you seem to already have a great idea of that. So my overall rating is that you’re making my job very easy.”

“Maybe I should ask you to make me a report card to show my parents.” He laughs, standing up.

You follow suit, walking towards the door to open it. “If you need one let me know, I’ll even stamp it.”

“Yes, teacher.” He laughed. “Thank you for the class.”

“Please don’t thank me.”

“What are you doing here,” Yoongi asked, his voice pitched in surprise.

You greet both Taehyung and Hoseok as they step around into the doorway. “Here to pick you up Hyung, Namjoon says you’re needed for the army track.”

Yoongi shifted his feet, shaking his head. “What happened? I thought we were finished with that song already.”

“We were but Namjoon Hyung hit the wrong button and now it sounds funky rather than family,” Taehyung responded, laughing.

“It’s not that serious, we just need your input to make sure it’s back where it was.” Hoseok responds, seemingly calming Yoongis' sudden worry. “How was the class?”

You don’t realise the question is directed at you until the room falls silent. You look up from the patch on the floor to see three sets of eyes on you. “Oh, OH forgive me I’m so sorry I spaced out. It was an amazing lesson, Yoongi-ssi is an exceptionally fast learner.”

“Ah Hyung I’m proud.” Taehyung slaps his hand over his chest, pursing his lips together as he fake cries. “Is this what proud mothers feel like?”

“Why a proud mother why not a proud father?” Hoseok asks, thrown off by the comment.

“Because it’s Taehyung. Come on let’s go.” Yoongi turns to you, saying a quick goodbye. “Thank you for the class once again.”

“Literally any time.” You respond, waving them all out.

They leave in a hurry and suddenly the busy room is left with you and you alone. You just about sit down before your phone busses with a notification.

You can’t help but smile at the new text from Hoseok that reads:

JHS: “Your job isn’t unimportant nor is it easy. Have a good day.”

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[koishiro]

Pussy power | 방탄소년단

↳ SUMMARY: having to teach the lowest and failing class in school, you have to find a way to keep their attention and their grades up but it won’t be easy

↳ PAIRING: students!min yoongi, jung hoseok, park jimin, kim taehyung, jeon jungkook x teacher!reader

↳ GENRE: smut with plot

↳ CW/S: mentions of porn, age gap, stripping, protected sex, oral (male receiving)

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I gulped as my pen scratched out my signature, as easy as that.

They had me now. There was no going back. What the hell had I done?

I realised my first mistake when they reminded me that I had to show my legs again every Friday afternoon until the exams.

"It is in the contract Miss, under Miss L/n duties“ Jungkook reminded me.

"I don't remember seeing that: And "contract!" where did that come from? I cried with mock indignation. "It's just a paper isn't it? What are you, budding lawyers?"

Yoongi had just rolled his eyes in response, "Well, anyway, it's there alright“

They showed me. They were right. There it was, the bottom of the page. It was my fault for not reading the damn thing properly. (Miss Lushbody messes up)

But, secretly I was very pleased that I was going to be doing it. They had been working hard and I needed to keep the carrot dangling. Keep them interested and all that. So, that's what I started to do for them every Friday at 4.00. (After the bell)

It kept them back a bit, but, there was always full attendance: The girls always got away quickly, so they never knew about the boys’ little treat.

And, I must confess that I loved doing it. My justification being that It helped to keep my boys in line. Each time I did it, I shifted my skirt up a little higher, much to their delight. Showing more and more of my shapely long legs. And sometimes, if I was in the mood, they got a brief glimpse of my panties. They all liked that. And while they headed home, I rushed into the ladies again to finger my clit and pussy. Oh God, even a mini-display like that was working me up. And, as the boys rightly pointed out, it was good practice for the full strip which, I could be doing for them later in the year. I just had to think about that possibility and I got really excited...

The weeks rolled on and Easter came and went. I gave out stacks of homework for them to do over the holidays and despite cries of protest, everybody handed in the work. It was fantastic.

Amazingly, we got through a full year curriculum in less than 4 months. I had ticked off all the boxes and when the Ofsted inspectors arrived, they were reasonably impressed. I was proud of my class. They had backed me all the way and when the official report came through there was even a little mention of what a good job I had been doing.

"How on earth have you managed it?" Asked a puzzled, but, appreciative Namjoon one day when he called me in for a chat.

"Oh, we found some common ground," I was able to say. And, of course, it was the truth.

"Well, however you've managed it, you've done a fabulous job" he said.

But, then he didn't know about my promise to do a striptease.

The GCSE exams came round and soon it was just a case of waiting for those results.

With more time on my hands, I started to watch that porn video again; watching it over and over again. I was beginning to enjoy the end a bit more. The part where they all got to fuck her, one after the other...I noted the ecstatic look on Miss Lushbody's face. Brilliant acting? or was it real? It looked damn real to me. Usually, I was naked after copying her striptease routine. And now, I couldn't seem to stop masturbating afterwards.

Did I really want to do the striptease for my boys, together with the "other stuff?" That was what I was thinking about as I toyed down below. I knew I would be very disappointed if I didn't get the chance.

Then, the results came through and were posted on a big board in the school's reception area. There were the usual mixed emotions of joy and tears as the pupils gathered around. My heart was thumping wildly. How had they done? I was desperate to know but I couldn't bear to look. If they had all failed I would be so disappointed and not just for academic reasons. So I just went back to the classroom.

After a short while, my lot came back into the room and from the way they were grinning, I knew they had done well.

I got that pounding in my heart again, as one by one they told me what they'd recieved. My throat went as dry as dust.

I wrote it up on the blackboard. Most of them had achieved C grade passes. That's when I knew for certain that my fate was sealed.

Min Yoongi 7/ Jung Hoseok 4/ Park Jimin 5/ Jeon Jungkook 6/ Kim Taehyung 4/

It was incredible, because, my class had achieved no less than 25 GCSE grade C's not to mention a lot of other lesser grades. My headmaster and all of the staff were astounded. "How did you do it?" They all asked.

I reckoned that all this success wouldn't do my career any harm at all.

But, all I could think about was the realisation that now I would have to do the striptease for my class. I would have to display my naked body for them all to see. As Jimin had so delicately put it, they would get to see "tits, legs, pussy, everything."

Soon, they would be able to get a real good look at it and see for themselves. As I had that thought, I bit my lip and flushed with shame. What was I thinking about? Me, an older woman, no less a teacher, exposing her private parts for young boys to drool over? I hoped to hell no one ever finds out: But, as for calling it off? No way. I couldn't wait to display myself. I was looking forward to it as much as my boys did.

Although, I had started out with a "no-nonsense" short hair style at the beginning of the school year, I had purposely let mymy hair grow to shoulder length in the last couple of months. I wanted to look more like the porn star in the video I was obsessed with. Also, for my forthcoming performance, I had a plan to put it into braids like she did and this was because I thought it looked sexy and would excite my male audience. And, copying her again, I would also be wearing 4 inch heels to make my legs look longer and sexier.

Someone shouted something out and it broke me out of my thoughts.

I knew what they wanted.

Now that the euphoria of their successes had died down, my forthcoming performance was all they wanted to talk about. When and where was it going to happen?

Jungkook, my brightest pupil according to his grades, had an answer for that one too.

"Miss, there's a pub not far from here that has a room they use as a small concert hall. It's very private and you can have a lock-in. You could do it there!”

I considered this and like the others realised that it was an excellent idea. I had been worried for a while at the prospect of doing it in the classroom. There was a strong chance for us to get caught on school premises and that would have been the end of my teaching career. There was further discussion on details and I told him to book up the room. I even gave him some money to do it and a bit more for some booze.

Jungkook said the landlord would let us do a lock-in and keep it strictly private, if we bought the booze and hired the venue from him. "It's just an end of college celebration," Hoseok piped in. And, seeing that everyone there would be 18+ on the night, it was all legal and above board.

So...everything was arranged.

It struck me how good Yoongi was at taking charge. I was his teacher and at 27 I was 9 years older than him, but, he always seemed one step ahead.

"What do you think?" He said. "Start at seven? I'll make sure the place is tidy and organise some chairs for your... erm... customers. There's also a changing room out back”

Was there anything this guy hadn't thought of? No wonder he had done so well in the exams.

The night of the striptease came around, finally. By then, I was desperate to do my act. Anytime I had the chance, I had gotten in some practise. Miss Lushbody was getting competition.

.☆.

I was so nervous, as I drove down to the pub that night; nervous, but very excited. A couple of the boys -Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok- met me at the door, said I looked sensational. That gave me a boost, because, I had spent ages getting my hair and make-up just right.

It was 6.45 p.m. I knew that because I had looked at my watch about 6 times on the way over. On the back seat, I had my stuff. I had fished out my old graduation hat and cape for my act, as I wanted to look exactly like Miss Lushbody. Underneath, I would have a bodice, stockings and suspenders together with a pair of sexy black lace panties. I was ready, God was I ready.

I checked the place out. It was perfect and just as Jungkook had described. Yoongi had also tidyed up as promised and there was a front row of chairs positioned close to a small elevated stage. Music was already playing and I was informed that the piece I was going to use for my striptease was ready when I was.

My audience was all there waiting, and, no doubt pleased to see that I had turned up and was going through with it.

Jimin padlocked the door to the big room. We wouldn't be disturbed. We had the landlord's promise.

"Oh God, please get me through this" I prayed, as I went into the small changing room near the back wall.

I checked my make-up in the mirror again, still perfect and not a hair out of place. Taking a deep breath, I took off my street clothes and donned the outfit.

I was ready. Opening the door slightly, I gave the signal for the music to start, Then, I went out onto the stage. Suddenly, a spotlight came on. It was like I was a professional, although, I had never done it in public before. However I was confident, that all that practise copying Miss Lushbody was going to see me through.

The guys cheered and gave me a big round of applause. That gave me more confidence. I knew then that they were on my side.

Beforehand, I had reminded them again that there were to be no photos or videos taken. It was something that had been agreed upon earlier in proceedings. I had too much to risk otherwise.

Then the music started and I started to dance to it as I had practised many times. I had copied the sexy movements of Miss Lushbody and she was one of the best I had ever seen.

The act went well and very smoothly. I got everything right, every move perfect. First the cape then the hat came off. Then swaying and dancing as I undid the zip at the back of the bodice. My slim, shapely figure was revealed. Also, there was now a lot more female flesh for the boys to savour. The excitement in the room seemed to be rising and I was enjoying myself, more than I ever thought I would.

Then, teasing them, I took off my bra. I received murmurs of approval followed by wolf whistles. I was feeling great and in control. They liked my tits; "quite a handful" was how they put it.

Then, I put my foot up on a chair and began to unfasten my stockings. Nice and slow as I did, just like Miss Lushbody. Then, seductively, I slid the stockings down each leg. More whistles of admiration, but, I knew already that they liked my long shapely legs. They had said so many times when I had done the sample treat for them in the classroom.

Now, I was standing there in just my panties and high heels. Time for more teasing as the music continued to provide real atmosphere. The lighting obviously helped (well done Jungkook)

Then I had them spellbound, as, slowly and tantalisingly I eased down the panties.

"Oooh" they shouted as my pussy came into play. Proudly, I stood with my long legs planted apart to let them have a look: A good, long look. Everyone present seemed to be focused hard on my pussy, as I felt their eyes burning into me. Erotic shivers trembled through me as I thrust my pussy meaningfully towards the boys. They inched closer, heads grouped together; within sniffing distance, as they say.

"Look at your teacher," I was effectively saying look at her cunt. "I am exposing my most private parts for you”

I felt myself getting wet and knew with certainty that I would be heading down the same erotic path as a certain pornstar.

As a matter of fact, I couldn't wait to be their sexual plaything. I had developed that kind of emotional feeling for all of them.

To finish off, I turned round and went on all fours pushing my ass up and out; spreading my knees to give them the maximum view of my ass and pussy. What a sight I must have presented to those horny young men. By doing this, I was going well beyond what I had planned to do, but, I was desperate to bare my full femininity to them. It was, in effect, the erotic surrender of this 27 year old teacher, to her young male pupils.

"Stay like that Miss," Taehyung barked out and I was glad to comply with the order. I held my pose knowing they would be staring hard at my girly charms. I sighed, happy to expose myself to my young male students. It was what I had fantasised about ever since the idea of a striptease had come to me.

At that moment, I had never been so excited in my whole life.

After that, they were lining up to get at me and to be honest I found it almost Impossible to choose between them. I liked them all...wanted them all.

But, Yoongi with his top exam result was first.

"Steady boys. We've got all night." shouted Hoseok. He was right, I wasn't going anywhere.

That was when I reminded them all about condoms. It was a subject that I had repeated often enough to them during sex education and they had come well prepared.

As Jungkook was kissing me, I felt his fingers on my pussy "Oooh" I groaned. This boy could do anything he wanted to me. The others would see me allowing his advances, but, I didn't care, the striptease had got me so horny I needed lots of sexual attention.

I let Jungkook have a quick feel, but, the clamour from the boys I had worked up to a frenzy, all wanted a piece of me. Before he was pushed away, I whispered that he could have me later and he was happy with that. Also, it was something for me to look forward to.

And, It was all out in the open now. The boys knew that sex was well and truly on the agenda and that I was up for anything. Rotas, papers, contracts were out the window now. As far as I was concerned they could all fuck me. I was a bitch in heat.

They were all grabbing me at once, but, Yoongi stepped in to sort them out. He was commanding without having to say anything, they weren't going to mess with him. He commandeered me then for his own sexual use by taking me back into my dressing room.

When we got there, I noticed with dismay that all my clothes were gone. There was no way I was getting out of there anytime soon.

Yoongi unzipped and took out his impressive cock. It was thick and fully erect and looked about 7 inches long. I purred with pleasure as I took in in my hand. This was just what I needed. He stood me against the wall and I spread my legs apart. My pussy was so wet I hardly felt him pushing it in to me. He was going to be the first to fuck me and probably not the last.

"Oh, Oh, Yoongi~" I gasped as he pushed in. All the way in.

"I've wanted to fuck you for months Miss L/n", he said reminding me that I was in fact their teacher. But, at that moment it was the last thing on my mind. I was getting very excited sexually and nothing was going to come between that.

Before I could think of anything else, Yoongi kissed me, his tongue snaking inside my mouth and finding mine. Meanwhile, his big cock continued to dominate and ravage my pussy. It was such a size and he was intent on giving me full measure. In and out, In and out he hammered into me. I was getting the best fuck I'd had in many a long day.

" Hurry up in there" someone shouted - likely Jimin, but, Yoongi just kept on fucking me with piston- like thrusts.

"Oh Yoongi," I moaned, as he kept on bouncing my ass off the wall.

"They'll just have to fucking wait," he growled. "’Teacher is mine”

He came, minutes later, with a triumphant shout as I felt his cum spurt inside. As he took his condom clad cock out, I leaned back against the wall and groaned. What a fuck that had been, one of the best I’ve had.

Then Jimin came to take me up on my promise. "I've found a room," he told me. I didn't hesitate to go with him. At that moment I would have followed him anywhere.

It was a small first aid room, but, with a bed in the corner. Trust him to have cleverly sussed it out.

"Is this part of the pub," I asked fearing he had found another entrance.

"Sort of," he said "but, it's within the locked area”

There was a fresh cover on the bed as he lay me down on it. Somehow, I felt that I would be spending a lot of time in here before I would be able to leave.

First he had a good feel of my naked body. Kissing the parts he liked best. And he liked a lot. "What a fantastic body you have Miss," he growled.

"Jimin~," I sighed.

I had looked forward to him ravaging me like this and he didn't disappoint. His hands seemed to be everywhere.

Then he spread my legs and worked two fingers into my slippery cunt before fucking them in a slow but steady piston like rhythm. I swooned in ecstasy...

"I've dreamt about doing this to you Miss every night since you first mentioned the idea of stripping”

"You can call me Y/n now, Jimin, since school is over now-“

"No"...he said adamantly. "It's got to be Miss or Teach. Keep the fantasy going you see”

I understood, only too well.

And then Jimin fucked me, taking his sweet time about it and telling me how much he had lusted after me ever since I had shown my legs in the classroom. Our sex coupling lasted a while before he came with a shudder and a long groan.

"What about a date then Miss," he asked cheekily, "just you and me?"

I looked into his eyes and didn't say no.

Just then, there were little taps on the frosted glass window. "You're in big demand lady," I heard Hoseok shout.

After Jimin, I had Jungkook. He was so shy that he hesitated to make eye contact with me. The poor thing couldn't get it up. "Aawww," he said in frustration.

"You're all tensed up" I told him. "Just relax. It will come”

I let him fondle my breasts for a while until his cock finally sprung to life. "I've never had a blow job", he confessed. "Would you give me one?" I duly obliged.

As soon as my lips touched the tip of his cock, it went really hard. It was a big cock, similar size to Yoongi’s and I soon found that I had trouble fitting most of it in my mouth. I gave it plenty of loving attention, using my expertise to lick, suck and excite him. This boy was in ecstasy, but, soon found it all too much. In a short time he was spurting his stuff into my mouth. "Swallow it," he hissed and obediently I let his white cream slide down my throat. Oh God, he was so cute...I so wanted to please him.

Jungkook couldn't wait to get in the room. I had been aware of him pacing with impatience just outside the door. He was already fully erect, so this time, he lay down and I squatted down on top to take in his cock. As we got going, I bounced up and down taking his erection all the way in. This way I dictated the fuck. As we built up a steady rhythm he reached up and groped my tits. My nipples stood out proud as they usually did with handling like this. As we fucked I threw back my head and moaned...it was so good.

"Go for it Kook!" were the words shouted through the doorway. They thought he was giving it to me real good and proper. Well it was his ramrod cock that was impaling me so I suppose they were right. But I was in control and loving every second of it. "Stay hard" I urgedmd him as I kept up the action. Why was fucking so wonderful? It was heavenly and lasted a good while before he reached his climax.

Oh God! I remember thinking, I had to have him again...

Taehyung wanted me next. Jungkook had hardly left the room before he was bustling his way in. "I want my cock in that pretty mouth of yours, Teach," he announced. "You've lectured me with it often enough this year. Now it can do something useful for a change”

"But do it good," he warned as I took his hard cock in my hands and gladly started to suck. It was a bigger than Jimin’s, but, wisely, I didn't say so because ears might be listening and the boy himself might be standing right outside. So, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of having that big thing in my mouth. Lovingly, I licked the length of the shaft, before I got down to a rhythmic sucking motion. I tried to make it last, but, soon Taehyung was shuddering and I felt him about to explode. Then I got it all, as a jet of cum cascaded into my mouth and throat.

Taehyung ordered me to swallow..."every last drop" But I was doing that already. I gulped it down, spurt after spurt, before licking my lips. Yummy.

I thought about how many cocks I had seen to since my strip and did a count. "Where's Hoseok" I asked.

He was sitting in a daze in the front row. His eyes fixed on the stage and nursing a pint of beer. As if hoping I was going to do a repeat performance.

He turned his head when he heard me. "Hello Miss," he said. "Don't forget me, will you”

As if I would.

"I ain't had my fuck yet, Miss", he said reminding me in a husky voice. "And seeing how you went on your hands and knees and pushed your ass in the air, I fancy having you doggy style..."

Frank found a worn old sofa and turned it round so he could drape me over it. It was just the right height for a rear entry, my curvaceous ass so tempting. I was like a rag doll as he spread my legs apart and had a well - deserved feel of my thighs and bum.

"Go for it Hoseok," I urged. After all he had been patiently waiting while the others had been having fun. But, now, it was his turn to get sexily intimate with his teacher and he announced his intention to give me a damn good fucking.

I felt his big cock penetrate my wet pussy and sighed happily in surrender letting it happen. He humped me good and proper, his powerful thrusts nearly lifting me off balance. I hung on desperately, as his big cock plumbed and ravaged the depths of my pussy with devastating effect.

Everyone else just stood and watched. No doubt admiring his cockmanship and watching me getting well and truly fucked.

My inevitable orgasm came, like a tidal wave, as Hoseok’s relentless fucking sent me over the edge. With all the sexual attention I had been having, I suppose that this rare event for me had been inevitable. I was told later that my unbridled scream of ecstasy filled the room, as everyone stopped and watched my complete and utter sexual degradation.

I was their disgraced slut of a teacher.

I am ashamed to say that my vows and responsibilities as a teacher were swept aside that night as, one by one, the boys in my class lined up and sexually used me again and again. It went on ‘til closing time and beyond. At the end I was "literally" fucked out. Second time around, the pace was slower and they enjoyed me more. They respected each other's time with their teacher. Lots of kissing and feeling as the night wore on.

They were very good after that, I have to say. My clothes were returned and I stuffed my stripper outfit into a carrier bag. I managed to get my make-up and general appearance back to something normal and the boys chipped in for a taxi to take me home. Hopefully, the excited flush on my face would die down a bit before I had to face the public eye.

Before I left, six telephone numbers were pushed into my pocket. They didn't want to lose touch, they said. All of them wanted to see me again.

And that pleased me to no end, because, after all that had happened between me and my five boys, I too wanted to keep in contact.

As I sped off home in the taxi, I wondered idly what next year's class would be like.

Part 1 | 2

Date posted: 17/08/23

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[candywife333]

Seven Buckets of Love

Here is the SIXTH part of the JK-Seven Drabble series. These drabbles can be read out of order as stand alones but make more sense when read in order.

This is part of an entire Drabble series based on his recent music release.

Disclaimer: As usual, everything in  the fic is fictional, and the behavior displayed by the character in the fic is obviously not representative of the real Jungkook.

Jungkook had been taking care of me for the past few days. He would go to his classes and then proceed to escort me nearly everywhere. It was as though he was basically living with me. 

He treated me like a princess and wouldn’t even let me cook or clean around my dorm room, which shocked me to no end. He would always squeak in a ridiculously cheerful tone, “You need to rest and heal your downstairs baby. Healing and homework are your only priorities. Let me take care of the rest.” 

I thought he would be moody or quieter based on what I had seen of his personality in college. But he was the exact opposite. Always cheerful. Smiling for no reason. Ridiculously helpful, even with tiny tasks like washing dishes. He loved doing laundry so much that I always had an excess of clean pairs of shirts and underwear folded on my bed by the time I came back from classes. 

To my embarrassment, he insisted on licking me down every night for close to an hour. Trust me on this , a full hour. 60 minutes. I had timed it.  I don’t know how he never failed to get tired. He just didn’t. If I would indicate to him that it was too much, he would just say, “But it's my passion. You are literally my wife to be. I have to do this for my life partner. Plus, I enjoy it so much you wouldn't even begin to understand my goddess. The taste of you on my lips is so good, I could never part with it.” As I stared at him, mortified, he continued in a lilting playful tone, “ And I need to do this to speed up your recovery, so we can make love again. It has been so hard controlling myself. But I know that I need you to first be healed before I try anything”. 

He never talked about how he made me orgasm so many times, that he made me blackout for a few minutes every time. He insisted the ritual was for healing, but I knew that it was more for himself than for me. He felt he had to convince me to keep him. We were working on that. I kept telling him that he was enough, making him verbalize at least 10 of all the wonderful qualities about himself at the end of the day. 

I could tell that his self esteem and confidence was increasing, because he didn't randomly apologize unnecessarily for every minute thing anymore. We had been dating for just close to two weeks and he had already became a constant in my life. 

One day both of us had gotten back late from classes and work and I couldn't find any clean pajamas in my basket. So I decided to just wear a long oversized t shirt with a pair of clean underwear. I wasn’t thinking much of anything as I sat down on my bed ready to doze off after cleaning up. Thank god we had eaten out before coming back to the dorm. 

As I fluffed the pillows, getting ready to settle in, he came out of the bathroom. HOLY CRAP! OH MY GOD! It’s as though my ovaries discombobulated and my brain turned to oatmeal. He had been hiding his divine self for this long? How had he not been pounced on yet by every girl in college?

He came out of these shower with water tracking down his abs, dripping wet black hair pushed up and plastered against his forehead, and just one white towel framing his sharp hip bones. I shouldn’t be feeling all this right now. We had agreed to wait for a while to initiate anything truly sexual again.

I grunted in fake disdain and told him, “Please put on a shirt”. He looked at me wide eyed as he noticed my fidgeting legs rubbing against themselves. My core was throbbing and I did not know what to do about it. He was so hot, and I had to find some way to relieve this agony without him finding out. I quickly sketched a plan to sleep on the pull out sofa while he took the bed. We needed distance tonight, otherwise a calamity might happen.

I bit out, “Hey Jungkook I will be sleeping in the main hall on the sofa tonight. I need some more ventilation. You can take this bed, okay?” I got off the bed and started walking towards the main hall when I felt the tell tale sign of two iron ropes loop around my waist, lifting me into his arms. His towel had fallen down. Oh, hell NO! I covered my face, “What the hell are you doing Jungkook? Let me down, I’m going to go sleep”. 

He dropped me onto the bed once again and started removing my panties even as I  struggled to lock my legs together. I couldn't even process his movements as he pushed my shirt up all the way to my collarbones and pushed me onto my hands and knees. And then I felt an utterly unexpected slap on my butt. He continued massaging my wet slit as he slapped my ass occasionally, making me bow down in pain. 

“No, Y/N,  you listen here. I know you have recovered. I made sure you have by drinking from you every single day of the week. And now, you are not getting away from me today Princess”. His alternating slaps stung, serving as a contrast to his ardent rubbing of my sopping wet folds. I could feel myself get closer to the edge as he continued rubbing my wet flesh, making my body flush in warmth. 

“Now, you are going to take it like a good girl sweet heart. Relax for me”, he crooned darkly as I felt his member sink into my heat. I had forgotten how thick and long it was. His warm hands gripped my hips as he slammed into my heat placing wet kisses and nipping down my spine. He pumped into me, hitting all the spots inside, making me arch my back in satisfaction. He took my right hand and without me even noticing til a minute later, he had slipped a diamond ring onto my ring finger. 

I moaned and mewled till I noticed the ring. “Jungk-k-k-ook, what is this? What are you trying to do to me?” He replied confidently as he continued to slam into me in a frantic rhythm, “You are the one for me. I am not going to lose the most valuable person in the world. I have to lock you down before any other man does.” He kissed along the nape of my neck, licking my sweat as he continued hammering into me. Before I could even recall, I felt my eyes flash with white as the energy drained out of my body and clear fluid squirted from me onto the sheets below. He filled me completely till streams of his cum were escaping out onto my thighs. 

I mumbled in a tired voice, “You didn’t even bother to ask me if I wanted to be your fiancé?” He responded in an unfamiliarly cocky tone, “You wouldn't have called me the love of your life when I was eating you out two days ago otherwise, would you sweetheart?” I scoffed at him in disgust. “Well maybe I should take back my offer if this is how you are going to act”. I turned away from him on the bed to sleep peacefully.

He drawled in a smooth voice, “No take-backsies my queen. There is no going back from this. Now, let me finish pumping seven more loads of myself into you and then we can call it a night”.

“JUNGKOOK, ARE YOU TRYING TO LITERALLY PUT ME IN A COFFIN AND SEND ME TO MY EARLY GRAVE?! DO YOU WANT TO MARRY A CORPSE OR A HUMAN?!”

#SEVEN #reader x jungkook #plus size reader x jungkook #chubby reader x jungkook #smut #comedy #jungkook seven #seven jungkook #body worship #chubby reader #y/n x bts #chubby reader x bts

[moccahobi]

Tangled Mess: Solitare

Summary: Studying is tiring. Somehow you know exactly how to help Hoseok refocus during a long and tiring studying session.

Paring: Hoseok x GN Reader, Yoongi x Jungkook

Genre: Soulmate AU, Grad School AU, Young Professional AU, Angst, Fluff

Warnings: A Breakup

Word Count: 362 words

A/N: Super late lol. Been away and sick so I wasn't super active. But the series is back up and Imma queue a few too!

Part 4 << Masterlist >> Part 6

Hoseok needed a break. This was something he knew on so many levels, his body aching from sitting in the cafe chair for four hours, his head throbbing from too much caffeine, his brain fuzzy from too many hours of memorization, and his heart hurting from confusion. 

Hoseok couldn’t take a break though. The final for his Victorian era fashion class was in two days and if he didn’t get all this information memorized, he was going to be at risk of failing the class… which could set him back from graduating. 

Rest was a privilege that Hoseok didn’t have access to. Despite taking a week off of his part time job to study more (only made possible because Seokjin, the amazing roommate he is, offered to cover 3/4 of the rent this month so Hoseok could work less). He needed to pass this class.

“Oh! Hello there!” 

His eyes snapped up, you were standing in front of him, all bundled up from the cold weather outside, a large smile warming the room. 

You can’t think like that Hoseok.

“Hi! How are you doing?” 

“Ok. Better now that I’m talking to you! I’ve not talked to anyone today.” You said with a laugh, “How are you?”

“Tired.” 

You nodded, letting a beat of silence brew between you before asking, “Is it ok if I join?”

“Sure! Although, I’ll be a horrible table mate,” Hoseok started organizing his notes and flashcards, “I have a final soon.” 

You winced and nodded, going off to the register to place an order. 

Soon enough, the two of you were working away in silence (well you were reading a book while Hoseok worked). That was until Hoseok grabbed his phone and started to scroll away, his brain too foggy to properly focus for a bit. It wasn’t a good habit, but scrolling through mindless media offered a pause to his mind that he desperately needed. 

“That’s some odd work you’re doing.” You said with a laugh, already looking at Hoseok when he looked up. 

“Oh. Yeah. I needed a break.” 

You nodded, “Rest is vital. How long have you been studying here?” 

“A few hours probably.”

“Damn. No wonder you needed the break. Will you be able to stop for the day soon?”

Hoseok shook his head.

“Hmmm. Then I will be here to help you relax while you’re breaking!” You laughed quietly before pulling out a deck of cards, “Have you ever played solitaire?” 

“Of course. I’m horrible at it though.”

“Perfect! I can teach you then! I’m amazing.” 

After clearing their table of everything but their drinks, Hoseok and you fell into a rhythm of playing solitaire. His coffee got cold before you stopped to let him work more but he didn’t mind. His heart raced every time your hands got close and he saw the small gap between the red strings but he tried to ignore it. His mind felt a little more tired but he surprisingly had more energy to get back into homework. 

His heart was even more confused though. You were just being friendly. Just friendly.

#wkcnet #bts fanfic #bts supernatural au #bts soulmate au #bts fan fic #hoseok #jhope #yoongi #suga #jungkook #hoseok fanfic #jungkook fanfic #yoongi fanfic #hoseok angst #hoseok fluff #yoonkook fanfic #yoonkook #bts mxr #hoseok x reader #jhope x reader #bts mxm #series: tangled mess

[sopebubbles]

Master List

Twelve

Synopsis: in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life.

Chapter summary: Yoongi takes you on a date

Warnings: slight angst (mostly talking about her past), mentions of past abuse, homelessness, fear of abandonment

Honestly yall its a lot of yoongi and oc being freakin soft 😩

Yoongi was only slightly disappointed to find you awake and making breakfast with Hobi in the kitchen when he came in after eight in the morning. He'd kind of been hoping to be able to take a peek at you in your nest, just to see for himself that you were as safe and cozy as his other omega had promised (many times) that you were last night. Although he hadn't been gripped by the same agonizing fear he had known for the month you were gone, he still hated being away from you so long last night, and he'd texted both Jimin and Hoseok multiple times last to assuage his anxiety (and his guilt). They'd promised him that you had nested just fine, had eaten well and seemed perfectly happy with Jimin's company before peacefully going to sleep. It was cute just how much he worried about the details. 

"Yoongi!" You said his name brightly when you saw him and rushed over to give him a hug. You were too energized from a good night's sleep and the cup of fresh squeezed orange juice Taehyung gave you to be self conscious about it. You didn't seem to notice the flour on your cheek until Yoongi brushed it off with a smile. "Oh sorry. I'm probably getting you dirty," you said as you tried to pull away. He held you close. 

"I don't mind. Good morning," he hummed as he rubbed his chin over the top of your head. 

"M-morning." Yoongi's arms tightening around you turned to jelly when you'd been solid only moments ago. 

How can he be so warm? He must be tired and hungry.

"Can I get you some pancakes?" You offered, and he finally loosened his hold.

"Only if you eat some with me. Have you eaten yet?" 

You shook your head. "But I need to help Hobi."

The omega waved a hand at you without looking back. "I can handle it. If your alpha says eat, then it's time to eat. Which you know. She kept saying she didn't want to eat until you got here," he added just to make you squirm. A small whine escaped your throat, drawing the attention of all the men, whether they intended to look your way or not. "Careful, girl. Your whines have power here," Hobi smirked as he set two plates in front of you and Yoongi on the counter. 

You sat down and ate quietly for a few minutes while Yoongi tried and failed to pretend he was paying more attention to the food than to you. Jin and Jungkook were laying on the couch, nearly falling back asleep after stuffing themselves before anyone else got up. Jimin had gotten up to take your place helping Hobi while Taehyung and Namjoon sat at the table sharing the newspaper. 

"What do you want to do today?" Yoongi asked after several minutes. 

You swallowed and cleared your throat. "I have to work later."

Yoongi's fork froze halfway to his mouth. "What? why?"

You shrugged. "I work Saturdays."

"You work six hours a day, six days a week?" You nodded. "That's too much."

"I-I thought you d-didn't mind me working…"

Screwed it up already. Now you'll see how he really feels. The pancakes in your stomach turned to lead. 

Yoongi could see you getting nervous, watched you grow even smaller. "No. No, I don't," he managed, forcing his voice to be calm. "I don't mind you working if it's what you want.  But that's a lot. Thirty-six hours is almost full time but no benefits. That just seems…sketchy."

You tilted your head at him. "What do you mean?"

"Just that it seems like your employer is taking advantage of you. Do you get any benefits?"

"Well, I get heat leave."

"But what about health insurance? Vacation? Extended sick leave? What if you get pregnant?" Yoongi could feel all the air leave the room and wished he could take the words back.

You shook you head and spoke softly, "Yoongi, I'm not–"

"I know. I didn't mean that. I'm an idiot. I swear I didn't mean it like that. I'm just saying, those are things you'd expect in a full-time job."

You shrugged. "It's not like I have a lot of options, Yoongi."

"I know," he sighed. "I just want you to be treated fairly."

You stood from your stool and walked toward the stairs. "People like me don't get treated fairly."

Yoongi got up and followed you, catching your arm as gently as he could. "I'm sorry. For what I said and how I said it. I know that you've been doing the best you could, and I have no right to judge that. Everything is okay." His hand laid hot against your neck, thumb stroking just the bottom edge of your scent gland. When he felt your shoulders relax, so did his. "Come finish your breakfast, and when you're ready I'll take you to work."

You turned worried eyes up at him. "You worked so hard, alpha. You must be tired. I'll finish, but then you need to go to sleep. Jimin and Tae will take me."

The corners of Yoongi's mouth turned up in a placating smile. "Okay."

He watched you walk back to your seat at the counter and pick up your fork, ignoring the eyes of the others as he joined you. He wanted to talk it through with you more, but he wasn't going to make you do it in front of everyone, and he didn't want to get into an argument before you went to work all day. Instead, he asked you how your night was and what you did the day before, and you plastered on a smile that slowly became more natural while you told him all about nesting and your newfound love of pillows.

When you'd both finished eating, you took your plates and washed them along with the others, no matter what Hobi said. You couldn't sit down and relax now. Doing so would only create nervous energy you wouldn't be able to dispel. You'd have to spend the rest of your day in motion. Yoongi followed you again when you went up the stairs to change for work, and you'd be lying if you said it wasn't a little annoying.

At the top of the stairs you turned to look at him. "Are you going to follow me around all day?" You snapped. 

Yoongi took a step back. He honestly didn't even realize how close he was. "I'm sorry. I wasn't intending to." He rubbed a hand over his eyes and you could see how tired he was. 

You crossed your arms over your chest. "What are you doing?"

He sighed. "I was going to sleep like you'd suggested. I think I was following you because…"

He wants to sleep in my nest. 

The realization dawned on both of you. "It's not time yet," you said softly, but eased your defensive stance. 

Yoongi met your eyes with equal tenderness and smiled a little. "Yet?"

"Yet," you confirmed.

Somehow the idea that there was a future nest he would be invited into was enough for him. "That's alright."

You turned on your heel to walk to your room, but he called you back. "Would you like to go on a date with me tonight?"

"A date?"

"Yeah. If you don't have any plans."

You raised an eyebrow at him. "Why?"

He chuckled. "Well, I told you we could date as part of our courtship, and I would like to get to know you better."

"But…" you looked at him with an expression of such utter confusion that he wished he had a camera to document it. 

"But what?"

"I just…I don't want you to force yourself to take me on a date if you aren't attracted to me."

It was Yoongi's turn to be utterly lost. "Whatever gave you the idea that I'm not attracted to you? I'm your alpha."

"Yeah, I know, but I feel like you're just doing this, taking me in because you want to protect me, because I'm so helpless and pathetic. And you were so cool about not breeding me. Plus you have all the guys, and so I just guessed you weren't thinking of me that way." You wilted under Yoongi's amused gaze. 

He snorted. "Princess, I do want to protect you because you are incredibly vulnerable, but that doesn't change my attraction to you one bit. And there's a whole world of intimacy between protecting you and breeding you. It's vast and we should go slow, but a date is a good start. That is, unless you aren't attracted to me."

Blood rushed to your face as you felt put on the spot. What kind of omega wouldn't be attracted to the alpha he was? What person wouldn't fall for his gentle, caring demeanor? But you couldn't possibly admit to it.

Yoongi stepped closer to mark the top of your head with his scent. The embrace only lasted a few seconds before he pulled away, but it still left you weak in the knees.

"I don't have anything to wear."

Yoongi shrugged. "It will be very casual. No one will see you but me. You can wear pajamas for all I care. Bonus points if you wear one of my hoodies."

You smiled at that thought. "Okay then."

"Good. Then I'll see you tonight," he told you before he turned and went into the pack bedroom to sleep. 

Yoongi was pleasantly surprised to find an apple-scented pillow in his usual spot and let himself enjoy it for a few minutes before his memory from last night came back to him. 

He had brought a patient to the emergency room of the hospital he had brought your ex-alpha to a few nights ago. After they filled out some paperwork, Yoongi and his partner took a break. His motivation was unclear, even at the time, but he found out what room the alpha was staying in from a nurse that liked to talk to him whenever she got the chance. She told him that he was still in the ICU, but that he was in a coma, and hadn't woken up since the night he was brought in. When he found the room, there was a woman inside. A tall redhead, an alpha as well, if Yoongi wasn't mistaken, so he steered clear, but it had stuck with him the rest of the night.

When he heard you, Jimin and Taehyung leave the house, Yoongi got out of bed and went to the living room where Jin and Jungkook were still on the couch.

"Is everything okay, Yoongi?" Jin asked when the alpha only stood over them without saying a word. 

"I need to ask you some questions. Legal questions," he clarified and sat on the coffee table opposite them. 

"What's on your mind, hyung?" Jungkook sat up to give him his full attention. 

"I found out last night that her ex-alpha–"

"His name is Sebastián," Jungkook added. 

Yoongi growled. "He's in a coma. And I just need to know what's going to happen to her if he never wakes up. And I guess, what happens if he does?"

Jin sat up and shared a look with Jungkook before he spoke. "If he doesn't wake up, there would most likely be a grand jury investigation, which would determine who, if anyone, was responsible for his death."

"In that case, the blame would likely fall on the driver, since she has already been charged with drunk driving. It would be manslaughter," Jungkook added. 

"But she said she pushed him, in her statement. That won't matter?"

Jin shook his head doubtfully. "She could get charged, but in my experience, if you put that girl in front of any judge or jury, there's no way they wouldn't chalk it up to self defense. If he does survive, it wouldn't even make sense to press charges for assault. He wouldn't look very sympathetic. But whether or not she's charged criminally, if he dies, his family could bring a wrongful death suit to civil court. But again, it will be hard to make her look like a perpetrator, especially since they're both Lykos."

"You seem confident that she'll be okay?"

"I am," Jin assured him. 

"But what if she had a motive?" Yoongi worried. 

"You mean because they knew each other?" Yoongi nodded. Jin thought it over, rubbing his finger along his lower lip. "The prosecution would have to prove she meant to push him into traffic and not just to get him off of her. In that case, she'd just need to be coached not to take the bait."

"Could you do it? Would you take the case? If it came to that, I mean." Yoongi didn't know any other lawyers, and he certainly didn't know any he thought he could trust with something like this more than Jin. 

He must have been able to read that emotion in Yoongi's eyes because Jin nodded. He wouldn't take that trust for granted again. "If she needs me to, of course, Yoongi. I'll do anything for you."

You were surprised when Yoongi said he was taking you to a drive in theater. You'd hardly been to any movie theaters at all in your life, and never a drive-in, but you liked the idea of it. There were lots of benefits to it. You got to go out to a public place, but sitting in his car was relatively private. The movie removed the pressure to make conversation, but on the other hand, if the movie wasn't very interesting, you could talk through it without disturbing anyone else. It was really a perfect idea for a first date. 

He'd urged you to take a nap when you got home since the movie wouldn't start until later, and you were glad you'd taken his advice. You didn't have much to choose from when it came to clothing options, so you simply put on a clean pair of jeans and the mustard yellow hoodie he had loaned you a few days ago. Yoongi seemed pleased enough with your ensemble, repeating his compliment of how nice you looked in that color. He wasn't dressed up at all either, wearing a pair of ordinary jeans and a baggy long sleeve shirt. You wouldn't know it because he wouldn't say such a thing, but there wasn't anything you could wear that would look more appealing to him than his own clothes, because they made you look like you were his. He beamed at you when you came down the stairs to leave with him. 

"Do I look okay?" You whispered to Hoseok. 

He pinched your cheek. "You look adorable. He loves it. Believe me." He winked at Yoongi over your head and the alpha held out his hand to take you to the car. "Don't come home too early," he instructed as you went out the door together. 

Once you got settled in the front seat, Yoongi cleared his throat before he started the engine. "This is for you," he said as he handed you a brand new Samsung phone.

"Oh, I–"

"Before you say you don't need it, just consider that it's for me. I want you to make sure that you have it with you and it's on all the time. I told you that it's important for me to know where you are, so I can keep you safe, so you need a phone. And don't worry, it's not like the newest model or anything. Besides, remember you're agreed to let me provide for you. So just accept it. It has all of the pack's numbers saved already, in case you ever need one of them, and they all have your number already. I'm your emergency contact," he rambled.

Instead of offering any protest you smiled softly and unbuckled your seat belt to lean over and kiss him on the cheek. "Thank you, alpha," you said before you leaned back into your spot. You may have wanted to refuse, but he was right, it was for him and not you, not really. If he needed you to carry this thing around in order to feel more secure, that shouldn't be hard for you. 

You weren't prepared for more gifts when you got to the drive-in. When you found a spot to park, Yoongi told you to wait while he got out of the car and went to the trunk. You looked anxiously through the back window, but couldn't see anything that gave away what he was doing. Eventually he pushed a large gift bag and picnic basket through his open car door before he joined you again. 

"What's all this?" You wondered, looking at the tissue paper sticking out of the huge bag at your eye level.

"Why don't you open it and see?" He teased. 

You narrowed your eyes at him as you got up on your knees to be able to look over the bag, but your scrutiny only made him smile. Pulling out the paper piece by piece revealed two soft round pillows inside, one lavender and one orange.

"I figured you needed some pillows for your nest. I thought these could remind you of me and Jiminie."

Your cheeks and your eyes burned as you pulled out the two pillows, almost ball-like except for how plush they were. They squeezed nicely in your arms when you held them to your chest.

"Do you think they'll be okay?" Yoongi asked, beginning to feel nervous when you didn't say anything. 

You buried your head in them to hide your wet eyes. "They're perfect." Your words were muffled, but they still warmed Yoongi's heart. When you collected yourself, you placed the pillows safely back in the bag and set it aside. "What's in the basket?"

"Oh, I asked Hobi to put together some snacks for us. But if there are any other treats you want, I'll go get something from the concession stand." Yoongi opened the top of the basket and you both reached for the box of raisinets at the same time. You whispered an apology while Yoongi plucked them out. He opened the box and handed it to you. "I'm going to go get some popcorn. Do you have a drink preference?" 

You shook your head and he got out once again to go get more snacks. You shoved a few raisinets into your mouth and put the rest away. Then you pulled out the soft orange pillow from the gift bag at your feet and held it close again. You wondered if he'd already scented it, or if it was your imagination that applied the orange aroma. 

The longer he was gone, your mind began to wander. It was hard not to think about all the first things you were experiencing lately. Your very first completely safe, self- made nest, your first drive-in movie, your first date. It had felt like you'd been living for years, in the most raw way possible, but maybe all you'd done was survive, and only barely. These new things seemed so small and insignificant to you when they were only abstract ideas, things you would live without because you didn't need them to survive, but now they felt monumentally important as each one carved a memory in your heart. And each one was available to you only because of Yoongi.

The man at the center of your thoughts broke through them when he returned several minutes later carrying a large bucket of popcorn, which he handed to you, and a large coke that he balanced on the dashboard. 

"Is everything okay?" He asked, taking in your expression, which remained pensive as he settled into his seat. 

You forced a smile, not because you weren't feeling it, but because it wasn't a thing you were accustomed to showing. "I'm fine. I…" you searched for something to say that would take you away from your thoughts. "I didn't even ask what we were seeing."

Yoongi chuckled at himself. "Oh. Yeah. It's actually a horror movie. I was actually hoping we could see the comedy that's playing on the other screen, but it was sold out, so this one was left. But if you don't like horror movies, I was thinking we could just sit and talk. Or we could leave. Or if we're really bored we could turn on the radio station for the comedy and watch it with the horror scenes."

You laughed at his ridiculous idea, but thought it actually sounded kind of fun. "Well, I do like horror movies, but option three also sounds interesting," you admitted with a smile that almost stopped his heart. 

Yoongi cleared his throat as he looked out the window. "There's still like twenty or thirty minutes before the sun sets and the movie starts. Maybe we can still talk?" 

You began to get the feeling that this was what he actually wanted to begin with. He had said he wanted to get to know you, and you supposed he had a right to know the person he was taking in, but at the same time you didn't want to overwhelm him with all of your baggage, at least not in one night. 

"What do you want to talk about?" You hedged, shoving a kernel of popcorn past your lips. 

"Well, I just really want to know more about you, but I don't want to be unfair, so you can ask me anything you want to," he offered, turning in his seat to look at you. 

"I don't know what I could tell you that Jungkook hasn't already. I mean, he must have run a background check on me, right? And he would have told you before he let you take me home?"

Yoongi shook his head. "Jungkook hasn't really said much, actually. I mean, yeah, we do know about, um, where you were before you came to the city," he said diplomatically. 

"You mean jail?" You asked provocatively. "You can say it. Unless it makes you uncomfortable, which I understand." You knew you shouldn't be getting your hackles up with him. He approached the subject gently and here you were, striking back with your claws out like the alley cat that you were. You closed your eyes to try to calm your racing heart.

He placed a hand on your shoulder. "Y/N, it's okay. I'm not judging you. No one in the pack is, either. You're not the only person to get arrested, you know."

You opened your eyes and looked at him incredulously. "Have you been arrested?"

Yoongi nodded his head. "When I was sixteen. A friend and I stole his uncle's car and went for a joy ride. I was just a passenger, and I hadn't presented yet. They dropped the charges."

"Wow, grand theft auto," you chuckled and he did too.

"My point is, we all have a past. I mean, some of us more than others, but you're not the only one."

You eyed him uncertainly. "Did he tell you what I was arrested for? I wasn't just arrested Yoongi. I spent six months in county."

Yoongi nodded. "I know, but I'm not judging you for what you had to do."

You shook your head with a wry laugh. "That's the thing. I didn't do it. I mean yeah, she made me go out there, but I promise you I didn't sell my body. Honest. That was my first night. I may have been naive, but I'm not an idiot. The first guy I talked to was a cop, and I knew it. I could spot him easy, so I offered myself up and I let him arrest me. And when they charged me, I pleaded guilty. Do you know why?" Yoongi shook his head, dark eyes locked on yours. "Because going to jail was better than going back to my alphas."

Yoongi kept his face neutral despite the anger he felt bubbling below the surface of his skin. He'd never ever question your decision, but he would always feel angry that your situation was so bad that jail seemed like a viable alternative for you. 

"You said alphas?" He questioned when he managed to speak. 

"Two of them," you said with a nod.

"And one of them was female?"

"Yeah, they were husband and wife."

"How did you meet them? I mean…he's so much older."

You grabbed the coke from the dashboard and took a long drink to clear the lump in your throat. Yoongi's eyes never left you, but you tried to ignore him. "I met her first. I was on the streets. I was almost seventeen by then, but I'd been on my own for months. She just started talking to me one day when she was volunteering at a soup kitchen…offered me a place to stay. And I was desperate enough to not question it."

"So she just…took you in off the streets?" You nodded. "And then what?" He asked as if your story was the one he had bought a ticket for tonight.

"And then…and then everything seemed normal for like a week. They just seemed like a regular couple. They had a spare room and they needed help around the house, so I would clean and take care of the house in exchange for living there. It was several days before I realized they actually wouldn't let me leave. I hadn't really been on heat suppressants yet, and when that time came around I found out that the real reason they wanted me was because they wanted babies. They couldn't have any on their own, so they would use me. Like some fucked up puppy mill," you choked out.

Yoongi reached over to pat your back, but you flinched away from him, and he could understand that you wanted your space after such a revelation. He took his hand back and tried to think of something to say when all he wanted to do was rage on your behalf.  But he knew it wouldn't do you any good. "It makes sense that you were so frightened when two other strangers took you off the street. You must have been very scared."

You looked him straight in the eyes. "It's only been a few days. Shouldn't I still be scared?"

It wounded Yoongi deeply that you felt that way, but he could hardly blame you. He knew it wasn't about him exactly. "I'm sorry. I know there isn't really anything I could say to reassure you that you're safe with me but–"

"It's okay, Yoongi. I do feel safe with you. It's different. The way I feel when I think about you. When I'm near you…I feel safe but…" you looked out at the narrowing strip of pink sky to your left. 

"But what?"

"I've been taken in so many times when I think I'm at my lowest. When I was abandoned as a baby, when I met those other alphas, when Eli came to play big brother. And never, never has any of it actually made me safe."

"I hope–" Yoongi could feel the tears at his water line, but they would stay there. He bit his lip and looked away as well. "I hope you'll stay long enough to know that you will be safe in our home."

You looked back at him finally and noticed the collar of his unbuttoned button-down shirt was crooked. Reaching over to straighten it, you assured him, "as long as you keep it safe for me, I won't have anywhere else to go."

Yoongi took your wrist gently before you had the chance to pull away from him. With his fingertips against your pulse point, he could feel the strong, steady beat of your heart, not high enough to be panicking, but still a little anxious. "I will do everything I can to make you feel safe," he promised.

Before you could make any kind of response, the lights over the parking lot shut off and images began to play on the screen in front of you. Without another word, Yoongi released you in order to fiddle with the radio, tuning it to the right station for your movie. You both settled back into the seat, facing the screen, with a mountain of snacks in between you. You each tried your best to focus on the movie, but you could feel it every time his eyes slid toward you as he watched your profile instead of the characters on screen. Every time you turned to look at him he recentered his attention, but he was fooling no one. Several times your hands brushed when you both reached into the popcorn for a salty snack, and he would chuckle awkwardly before pulling away. 

You both tried to focus on the movie, but the truth was that it did nothing to hold your attention, not with Yoongi right beside you.

"There's something I don't understand," you said abruptly, causing Yoongi to look quickly between you and the huge screen. The movie had been pretty straight forward, to the point of being pretty boring. 

"What?"

"Why do you like me? Why me?" Yoongi laughed openly while you pouted. You pulled your feet under you and turned to face him straight on, giving up any pretense of watching the movie. "Don't laugh. I'm serious. I mean. I don't know. I guess I'm trying to understand your intentions because I want to believe that this won't be like before but I…I'm scrawny and dumb and there's nothing interesting about me. I'm not even pretty enough to make up for it all. And there are plenty of needy omegas in this city. So what could you possibly want me for?"

Yoongi's humor subsided, and he turned the radio down before moving to face you as well. His expression was serious but his eyes still held light. He reached over to brush back your hair so he could see your face in the scattered light from the projector. 

"I don't think attraction is ever really about those things. Not how someone looks or what they have to say, but how those things resonate with you. It's an elemental, a chemical thing. I just like you. Maybe that's why Hobi and Jin think we're fated mates."

"Fated mates?"

"I don't know. It's kind of…lykos folklore. Sort of what saps think of as soulmates. Like, it just feels right with someone, like you're linked to them even though there's no real reason. There's no proof that it's real. It's just a feeling I guess. But they say it only happens with alphas and omegas. And I don't think I believe it. I don't know if you feel that. But I do feel drawn to you in a way that I never have with anyone else. I don't even think attraction is the right word. I just feel like…I need to be with you."

Yoongi's eyes never left your face while he talked and you didn't realize you were holding your breath until he stopped and you inhaled so you could answer him. "Maybe that's why my omega wants me to trust you even though everything else tells me not to. Like, I should be terrified of you, but I'm just not. I just want to be good so that I can stay."

You didn't know you were leaning toward him, nor were you fully aware of the words you spoke or how they made Yoongi's heart race, but when he brushed his fingers along your cheekbone you suddenly leaned back, blinking rapidly to regain your composure.

Yoongi coughed and pulled his hand away, reaching for candy to occupy his fingers. "I guess I should be honest with you about my intentions," he said with a shrug. "Because I know they aren't entirely altruistic."

You swallowed, but kept your eyes on him. His words made you nervous, but you'd hardly call it fear. "What do you mean?"

"Maybe it's a little dark. Or maybe all alphas feel this way. I always knew I was an alpha before presentation, because I always wanted people to depend on me. I always wanted to be in charge, to be a provider, to have the people in my life need me even more than they wanted me. In a way, the attraction I have, the love I have for the others, that's the unbelievable thing. With Jimin, with you, I felt from the first time I met each of you that you needed me. You wouldn't survive without me. And I liked that. Do you think that's kind of sick?" He wondered. You couldn't tell if he wanted an answer, or if he wanted you to be a little bit scared. But still you didn't feel it.

I don't think I will survive without you, your inner self echoed. 

You reached out to him, let your fingers graze the back of his hand. "I'm not sure. I'm not the best judge of what's normal and what's not. But it sounds right to me. I think to myself sometimes, I don't know how I've survived this long. I should be dead. Omegas…we aren't built to make it on our own. Sometimes it seemed like my death was right around the corner, but I don't feel that way anymore. The last two days have felt like the safest days of my whole life," you admitted. 

Yoongi's chest felt tight, like his heart would burst through his ribs if you kept talking. He turned his palm up so he could slot his fingers through yours. You sat in silence for a moment, letting him hold your hand while he tried to keep his breathing steady. 

"I don't understand why you're not pack alpha. Is it because Seokjin makes more money?" You wondered after a minute as you brushed back his chin length hair with your fingers. 

Yoongi chuckled. "If we're getting technical, Taehyung makes the most money in the pack."

Your eyes bulged in surprise. "But I thought Tae didn't work."

"He doesn't have a job in the strictest sense, but reclusive artists are often the most sought after. His paintings sell for a high price tag to collectors."

You hummed thoughtfully. "Maybe I picked the wrong alpha." 

Yoongi tugged on your hand playfully, making you giggle. "I always wanted to be a pack alpha. When I was younger I tried to establish my own pack but…it just wasn't right. I didn't have a lot to offer back then. I've never had Jin's resources. And then I met his pack, and I felt very comfortable with them. It was easy to fall in love with each of them so quickly. But they were already complete before me. I felt surprised they even wanted me. So I let go of that dream. It's been over five years now."

"But then you met Jimin, right? Did you think about starting a pack with him? On your own, I mean?"

Yoongi shrugged. "An alpha and a beta isn't much of a pack. You can make a pack without a beta, but without an omega? What's the point?" He looked at you through his eyelashes, but then quickly away. "Besides, Jimin and I both always wanted a big pack, and he clicked with Jungkook and Taehyung right away. It would have been selfish to take him away just because I wanted to be in charge."

"You're my pack alpha though," you murmured, sending a shiver down Yoongi's spine. He could only nod. "Good."

He lets his eyes close and for a minute you just watch him breathe steadily, happy that he seems content with you. But as seconds slip by you begin to feel that it might not be enough. Maybe it was silly, but you felt so much closer to him after all you'd both said, and holding his hand wasn't physically close enough anymore.

"I'm kind of cold," you told him quietly, taking him from his thoughts. 

"I can turn on the heat," he offered, letting go of your hand and reaching for the ignition. 

"Or maybe you could just hold me?"

The corner of his mouth tugged into a smile. He helped you move all the snacks to the backseat of the impala and moved closer so you met in the middle. You huddled into his side as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you legs over his. You let out a quiet, happy sigh you hoped he didn't notice. 

"If you wanted to cuddle all you had to do was say so," he whispered to the top of your head. 

You turned your face into his shoulder. "I'm working on it," you mumbled. 

He smiled and ran his fingers through your hair, dragging his fingernails gently against your scalp. "You're doing great, princess."

You made a noise Yoongi wouldn't only describe as grumpy and turned your face up at him. "Why do you call me that?"

"Because that's what I want you to feel like. Because princesses have everything they need provided for. And because you're special just because you're you. But if you don't like it, I can call you something else."

You nestled into him again. "Well, when you put it like that."

Once again, Yoongi turned up the volume on the radio and you both at least pretended to pay attention. Although the movie in general was pretty innocuous, you took advantage of one lame jump scare to bury your face into his neck. Yoongi held his breath as you nosed at his scent gland, causing his light, happy scent to fill the car around you. He let you stay in his arms until the end of the movie, and although you didn't fall asleep, it was an easy mistake for him to make. He scratched teasingly at your side to rouse you when the screen went dark. 

"Are you ready to go home, princess?"

You tilted your head up to see his features illuminated by the lights of other cars as they made their exits. You'd practically forgotten that there was anyone else there. Your head nodded sleepily, and Yoongi reluctantly moved you over to your side of the seat. When he moved behind the steering wheel you moved back to the center seat and strapped in the seatbelt there so you could stay close to his warmth.

No matter how old you get, the urge to stay up on a Saturday night always remains. Yoongi could tell by the soft footsteps moving about the second floor that the pack are just settling in for the night, brushing their teeth and for the most part discarding unnecessary items of clothing before staking their claim to their spots in the nest. Everyone was home for once, and they'd all sleep soundly. Even you. Even Yoongi, although he knew that it still wasn't time for you and him to share space for that activity. You climbed the stairs sleepily with Yoongi a few steps behind you, making sure you didn't slip as you swayed precariously. His hand went quickly to your hip, grabbing hold of the fabric there when you tripped over the top step. The noise brought Hoseok to the bedroom door.

"You didn't get her drunk, did you, alpha?" Hobi asked from the half open door. Yoongi rolled his eyes, because the omega knew that wasn't the plan.

"No, just sleepy," you yawned as you rubbed your eyes. 

Jimin squeezed past Hoseok to give you a goodnight hug. "You smell like you crawled out of an orange." He giggled, "apples and oranges."

Yoongi blushed while the two of you said your goodnights. 

"Do you need any help getting ready for bed?" Hobi asked softly. He'd helped you take apart your nest earlier today so that you could keep practicing. 

"No, I think I got it. And I have new pillows," you whispered happily.

"Okay then," he smiled back. "Yoongi, I'll see you in a minute," he said, and the instruction to your alpha was clear, just in case he didn't already know where he would be sleeping tonight. He closed the door and the two of you were cloaked in darkness except for a sliver of light from a lamp Hoseok left on for you in your room. 

"Are you going to tell them what I told you earlier?" You asked after a moment passed with nothing but the sound of your breathing. 

"I won't, if you don't want me too. But no one is going to judge you if you're–"

"No. I was just thinking it would be better if you did. That way I don't have to tell it six more times."

Yoongi nodded. It was a vulnerable thing you had shared, and it couldn't be easy to talk about with others. "I read once that if you talk about your trauma repeatedly, like you're telling a story, it can start to feel more like a thing that happened and not something that's still happening to you."

You cringed at the thought. "I think I'd still rather have you explain it. If you don't mind."

"Of course," he agreed easily, anything to make you more comfortable. 

"I had a good time tonight," you admitted after another quiet moment where neither of you seemed to want to leave. 

Yoongi's smile was becoming semi permanent. "I'm glad. Get some rest. I'll see you in the morning."

He took one step closer to you and leaned down to kiss your cheek, but you turned your head up in such a way that you caught his lips with your own. You froze in surprise, and even more shockingly, he didn't move away. Yoongi took another step into you, so your chests were just touching. His hand went around your back to keep you steady despite intensifying the angle of your kiss. Still, it remained chaste even as it went on. His lips were hot and soft and just slightly moist, but he seemed content to press his mouth just gently to yours for another moment longer. Then his lips finally left yours, he whispered his goodnight and disappeared into the pack bedroom. 

😃😃 they kissed! Who wants to scream about it?

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i'm desperate to find this fic! its a jikook abo college au where jimin is the nerd who has to tutor jock!jk cause hes failing a class. i remember jimin has asthma and it might've been a slow burn? i hope you can find it though! 🙇‍♀️😅

Hi there - I can't seem to find a specific fic which matches this description, so here's a few I found, and maybe one of them will be the one you're looking for :)

Hoodwinked by Jungkookie_chips

Rating: E

Status: Complete

Word count: 18,357

Summary: Jeongguk’s gaze had gone from inexpressive to a hardened, more aggravated glare by the time Jimin finished his speech. He bends down to grab his bag and Jimin feels both shocked and relieved, thinking Jeongguk is giving up already and inadvertently releasing Jimin from the promise that confines him. But then he comes back up and slams a travel mug onto the table, the sound piercing through the silent atmosphere. Jimin doesn’t have to look around to know everyone else in the room is staring at them and he has to refrain from blowing up on Jeongguk, knowing it’ll only make the situation worse.

“What the fuck is this?” Jimin hisses.

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or: Jeongguk is at risk of failing some of his courses for the third time. Jimin is asked to save Jeongguk from his own downfall.

Dismissed by jeonslegends

Rating: E

Status: Incomplete

Word count: 349,577

Summary: Omega Park Jimin is a university student who has a deep love for dancing, warm coffee, and his best friend Taehyung. Although he is somewhat a hopeless romantic, he has put off finding true love until after graduation because his last heartbreak lead him to believe that college boys "are a huge, unfulfilling waste of his time".

Jeon Jungkook is an Alpha starting his first year of teaching as a math professor at the same university fresh out of graduate school. He plans on asking to hire one of his students as a tutor to assist him with the class until he is settled in...

As it turns out, Jimin excels in math and finds himself in need of little extra cash, and it definitely doesn't hurt that his new math professor smells like his favorite kind of warm drink.

Butter by FearthePrettyPeople

Rating: E

Status: Complete

Word count: 89,050

Summary: Jungkook and Jimin meet twice.

The second time is when Jungkook needs a tutor to better understand Critical Theory and Jimin is just the man to help him. Not to mention it will look great on Jimin's record while he applies to the doctoral program.

The first time was entirely different and soon, Jungkook finds Jimin out.

Unfortunately, not everything goes as smoothly when someone else finds out what Jimin does for work.

#ask #jikook #jimin #jungkook #college au #tutor au #enemies to lovers #abo au #smut #Rating: E

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𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒌𝒐𝒐𝒌'𝒔 𝑱𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍

✿𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Jungkook x Reader

✿ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚:  The one where Jungkook, a second year student in the Auror Academy, keeps a journal to vent about his unsuccessful attempts at wooing you. 

✿ 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔: crack, humor, romance, Harry Potter Au

𝑨/𝑵: This is a Harry Potter AU but you don’t have to read Harry Potter to understand it. If you have any questions just let me know!

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November 4th, 10am

There’s this girl in my antidotes class - Y/N - that I swear to Merlin must have done this fucking class at least twice, because she has the answer to every question on the tip of her tongue. No one even gets the chance to speak before her hand is up in the air waiting to show just how much smarter than all of us she is. And when she gets it right, she gives the professor the brightest, most annoying smile, like he just handed her one million galleons or something. 

I mean, this is an antidotes class, not the Wizard Nobel Prize. She needs to calm down.

Ugh, anyway. Back to what I was saying: There’s this girl in my antidotes class - Y/N - and I kind of want her to have my babies.

November 4th, 12pm

“Dude, you’re drooling” Taehyung says to me in the cafeteria later, when we’re sitting down for lunch “You gotta do something about this Y/N crush, it’s driving all of us insane” 

“Yeah, man” Jimin agrees, but that’s just because he agrees with everything Taehyung says and that’s why they had matching puffskein tattoos on their asses “Either ask her out or let us Obliviate you so you can move on”

See, this is all Taehyung and Jimin’s fault really. Before them, Y/N was really just the girl that I copied the answers off of in Advanced Herbology who I had only ever seen the back of her head. But then they started talking to her- like we even needed a fourth friend! -and before I knew it, she started casually greeting us when she walked into class and I finally got to see her face and BAM! I have chosen our children’s name and Hogwarts Houses (one Gryffindor boy and a Slytherin girl, because Y/N was a Slytherin and she would probably fight me if I tried to get both our kids in Gryffindor and, let’s be honest here, she would win).

Now, I’m not necessarily the most romantic wizard in the world. I don’t think I even qualify in the top five thousand. But, back in my school days, Professor Trelawney had told me I would eventually find the love of my life and  stay with her for the rest of my days. Granted, I was pretty sure that woman was just a crackhead posing as a witch to buy drugs and she also told me I would get electrocuted and die in a month, but still. She got 1 out of 2 and six years later I am in love and terrified of microwaves. 

“I’m gonna ask her out” I defend myself from my nosy friends “I’m just waiting for the right time.” 

The right time would be whenever I could get my hands in some Liquid Luck, but due to that being a highly complicated potion and that my last few attempts of brewing it ended in bleached brows and violent diarrhea, that specific day was looking further and further away.

November 4th, 12:30

One of the things I love the most about Y/N was how kind she was. Was she an annoying know-it-all? Absolutely. Did she also make sure to share her knowledge with the entire class and help everyone out? She sure did.

I still remember when I was failing my Demons and Beasts class and she sat with me for hours and carefully went over the entire subject of the semester with a gentle tone and the patience of a saint. 

Sure, I did still fail the test and had to redo it, but that was not her fault. She was not to be blamed for my inability to listen to her go on about wraiths when her perfume was all over me and her shirt was cut just low enough that I could look down her blouse and catch just the slightest peeks of her bra that would haunt me and cause me to almost fail 2 other classes.

I wished I could gather the courage to tell her that. Not the bra part, the part about her kindness. 

November 4th, 1pm

I take it fucking back. How can she just be nice to everyone?

Like that dude Namjoon. I know he doesn’t need help with his paper on counter-curses because I know he used to tutor that class. He’s just pretending to suck so she would help him and as a person who actually sucked I find that very offensive to my culture. 

He’s sitting next to her all the way across the cafeteria and even I, who probably burned off my retinas with my attempt to brew Felix Felices in my guest bathroom, could tell that he was staring down her blouse. Was he not aware of the unspoken rule that whatever was hiding down there was only for my eyes? Had I not made myself clear enough by… I don’t know, sending positive energies to the universe? Did Trelawney not write our love in the stars?

We are fated, Kim. Meant to be. The only thing you are meant to be is big and clumsy and probably like a model, because you are real jacked and I respect that.

Whatever. I don’t care. I’m sure Y/N will shake him off soon. Maybe slap him. I don’t really have to step in. She can take care of herself.

November 4th, 1:05pm

I jinxed him. 

November 4th, 1:07pm

Namjoon is being taken to the hospital wing. That will teach him a lesson.

 November 4th, 1:10pm

Y/N is going with him. She’s holding his hand.

Bugger. 

November 4th, 1:11pm

He winked at me on his way out. The absolute disrespect, the gall of this dude.

November 4th, 1:12pm

I jinxed him again. Got caught and now I have to help train the freshmen in hand in hand combat. 

Bugger it all to hell.

(Part two>>>)

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HOLLANDS, MINS AND KIMS - CHAPTER TWO

Pairing: BTS x reader but mostly hyung-line x reader  Side pairings: Jimin x Taehyung, Jimin x Ateez!Wooyoung, reader x Ateez!Seonghwa

Mafia!au - gang!au - assassins!au 

Word count: 4k ish

Warnings: Mentions of death, nudity and sex apart from that some strong language. And I think that’s it for now.. 

Summary: Growing up in one of the biggest and most feared mafias has it’s perks, but what happens when you and you’re friends are suddenly shipped off to the other end of the world? Will you stay together or will the world you live in tear you all apart? 

NOTE: THIS IS THE UPDATED VERSION OF MY HEART RUNS TO YOU

-> NEXT CHAPTER

You looked out of the window, as you watched the scenery, that was the world, flash by before your eyes. Your head was pounding with an incredible hangover from the day before, and no amount of sparkling water in first class was able to dull it.

You heard a groan from the boy beside your own little cubicle and looked at Jungkook stretching his body in the seat/bed that he was stuck in for the next few hours. He gave you a puzzled look.

“What’s up love? Are you alright?” He grinned at you as he turned his body towards you to look you in the eye. You mirrored his action and rested your head on one of your hands, as the other laid down your body.

“No Kook, I’m not. Gosh I’m dying from this crazy ass hangover! Why did you guys convince me to take all those tequila shots? I mean seriously, I think I was dancing at the tables at one point.”

A loud laughter erupted from his throat. “Oh trust me you did, and Jimin has the videos to prove it!”

You rolled your eyes at the statement, and not long after you could hear Jimin yell.

“Hey you wanna see it?!”

You sat up in your chair, looking back on the twin who was seated in his own pod behind you. 

“Of course I don’t wanna see it you idiot! There’s no need to relive it!”

The three boys laughed and Hoseok and Jimin quickly returned to their previous conversation. You could feel Jungkook’s eyes lingering as your hand ran over the katana that leaned against your seat.

“But seriously Y/N, are you okay?” His voice was nothing more than a whisper as he tried his best to keep your conversation private. To be honest, you weren’t quite sure yourself, and sighed to buy yourself a little extra time.

“I don’t know… I’m a little afraid. I’m afraid I will end up being a disappointment and therefore not live up to what’s expected of me. It’s just, what if I fail?” You look into the eyes of the handsome man beside you, a man you trusted with your life, and all he could think about was the terror he saw reflected in them.

His eyes scanned your face, with a serious look you hadn’t seen in a long time. But he didn’t know what to tell you to keep your mind from wandering to those dark places. And he couldn’t help but wonder if you really didn’t know how amazingly talented you were? How beautiful…

His eyes lingered at your plush lips who were so close he wanted to reach out and touch them, but he composed himself quickly before you had any chance of noticing the longing in his eyes. He coughed and sent his signature bunny smile your way.

“You are too hard on yourself. Your father has chosen you as his successor because of the talents you’ve displayed from an early age. If there was anyone better suited for the job it would be them sitting in this seat with that katana and you know it”

You sighed and leaned back into your seat as you looked up into the sealing.

“I know but-“

“No but’s Y/N, don’t let all of those small-minded men get to you, don’t believe for one second you weren’t born to do this. Don’t doubt yourself… Okay?”

“Okay… Thank you Jungkook”

You sent a sweet smile his way as you took his large hand in yours. Squeezing it a little. A small hum left you as you closed your eyes.

“Why all the humming?” Hoseok said behind the two of you

“I just took Jungkook’s hand. And you know it’s so big and manly compared to Jimin’s delicate ones, just a nice contrast, that’s all” You shrugged your shoulders as laughter erupted all over, not only from the boys but the staff as well.

“Fuck you Y/N!”

“That’s what you get for taking embarrassing photos of me!”

You’d always been the most you surrounded by these men.

You’d all been dropped off outside the school. It was a high-class neighborhood, very unlike what any of you had imagined for a school for mafia kids and assassins. You looked at each other, picked up your bags and walked towards the entrance.

The doors were opened in front of you as you were about to pull the handle, startling you a bit. Instinctively you reached out for your katana that was placed in its holder on your back.

A girl stood before you with a beaming smile and red locks framed her face. You looked at Jimin beside you who quickly let go of his gun as he shook his head. After all, a smile that big, wasn’t usually an indicator of danger.

“Welcome guys!” The British accent was not to be mistaken, and she continued: “I hope you’ve all had a pleasant flight!” She turned towards Jimin and the boys almost completely ignored your presence and bowed.

“We’ve set up your rooms and I hope they live up to your standard. You are the last one to arrive, but it’ll be easier for you to say hi to everyone that way I guess”

There was no doubt in your mind that she’d seen the tattoo on his neck and naturally assumed that he was next in line for the throne. You were used to it by now, but poor girl, she was sucking up to the wrong person. Just like you Jimin had his stripes tattooed as it was the costume when the boss had more than one child. It did however get people in trouble a lot of the time. 

Jimin kept his eyes on you, trying to interrupt the young girl and correct her assumptions. But there was no stopping her.

“If you all just come with me, I’ll show…”

“You’ll all have to excuse my father’s stupid ass assistant, for some reason this girl doesn’t know the meaning of a bloody katana” A voice said behind the redhead. 

A laugh erupted from all you, as she sent a puzzled and worried look towards you. You just shook your head and gave her a smile.

The boy who was leaned up against the staircase waved his hands towards the girl and said: “Shoo little girl, and let me give these people a proper welcome”

You dropped your bags and walked towards him, embracing him in a warm and friendly hug. “Tom… Gosh it’s been too long!”

He pulled you away and rested his hand on your cheek and gave you a beaming smile “I know love, I’m sorry I haven’t been to visit for the last few years. But my mother has been stuffing my head with knowledge, I guess you’ve been in the same situation with your dad?”

“Yeah can’t deny that one” You returned his smile and rested your hand on top of his, leaning into his touch. Tom and his family were close allies with yours, and you didn’t mind one bit. The two of you had worked closely all your lives to make sure that the family’s contact in Britain was stronger than ever. After all, he was the one to take over his family’s dynasty.

His mother had taken over her family business, which is how she met his father. A charming man who was the principal of the halls you now walked. Because of his mother, Tom had learned from an early age that women were just as powerful, if not even more than men. Which was another reason why the two of you were so close.

You finally let go of each other to allow the boys to say hi to their friend as well. Jimin basically jumped into his arms as he screamed “Holland!” through the hall. He returned the happy welcome with a “Park!” the two of them laughing as they stood in the hallway in the arms of the other.

After they’ve all catched up a little he led you all up the stairs to what he called the dorms.

“They are a lot bigger than American dorm rooms on college campuses, so don’t worry there should be enough space for you all. The bigger families live in this hall which is where you’ll be staying as well. And don’t worry I’m close by as well” He winked at you, earning him an eye roll from all the boys. 

He then opened a door that led you all to a big hall. People were running back and forth between the rooms trying to get their belongings from the right suitcases. Everything from makeup-bags to shoes and guns were thrown from one room to another.

It was a sight for sore eyes. All the young men and women who the world feared and wanted to bring down, had come together in one building. Any outsider would fear every one of you and run to the hills if they saw the hall that lied before you. But you, however, felt right at home.

The door behind you shut closed and the room became quiet as all eyes were on you. People knew the four of you by reputation, but none except the Holland family had met you up until now. And suddenly you were grateful that you’d dressed somewhat intimidatingly.

Your hair hung loose and framed your face. You wore a tight fitted t-shirt and completely black cargo pants. Held up by a belt. Your katana was on full display, as you could see the handle stick out beside your head. Letting people know exactly who you were. The same did the tattoo and the ring on your left arm and hand.

The boys were dressed similarly, Jungkook in a turtleneck and a bumper jacket, Hoseok in his Dior attire with the sniper case in hand. And Jimin in a v-neck which showed off his tattoo that traveled from his neck to his chest.

You didn’t know exactly what people were thinking, but you could see both the respect and fear displayed on their faces. As you walked past people they started talking once again, getting back to their crackhead behavior. And when you were almost at the end of the hall a boy came running out one of the rooms, stopping you in your tracks.

He had light, almost silver blond hair and a gummy smile on his lips as he crashed into the wall on the other side. In his arms he had both towels and clothes, making you wonder what exactly he’d been up too. He rested against the wall, laughing.

Not long after you heard a yell from the room which the silver-boy had just escaped.

“Hyung!!!”

A blue haired boy came out into the hall completely naked, with only his hands covering his junk.

“Give it back now! Jesus Christ Yoongi I’m not in the mood for this right now okay?” His eyes were focused on the boy who was now sitting on the floor trying to contain his laughter, not even realising you and the five other people who had a perfect view of his naked form.

“A-hem…” Tom cleared his throat to get his attention. His eyes suddenly landed on you and the boys which caused a deep blush to creep up in that amazingly gorgeous face of his. He gave you an embarrassed boxy smile and bowed towards all of you.

“You’ll have to excuse me; this was not how I wanted to greet you…” His smile disappeared quickly as he looked back at the boy, which you assumed to be Yoongi. Rage was burning in his eyes.

“Okay, so now you’ve humiliated me in front of them, can I please have my clothes back?!”

The boy stood up and shoved the fabrics into the hands of the boy.

“Sure Tae, but remember to keep them hidden, or I might come back” He winked at the man who quickly ran back into his room.

With a smile still on display he straightened his shirt and turned towards you. He was every bit as beautiful as the other, there was a spark in his hooded eyes and. it almost took your breath away. 

“Blade Park I assume?” he raised one of his brows as he looked into your eyes, as well as your soul. You figured the man was used to women who crumbled before him. But you were no ordinary woman.

“You are correct Min Yoongi” You returned his stern but somehow flirty look and decided that a little smirk wouldn’t be completely unprofessional, and he returned it a split second later. 

“I hope they didn’t scare you off with their somewhat childish behaviour. I promise they’re usually a lot more professional” A voice said. 

Up against one of the door frames stood a man taller than most. He looked right through you, as his dragon eyes searched for your soul. His smile was big, and revealed a dimple in either side of his cheeks. You could feel how your finger twitched as your intrusive thoughts told you to poke them. 

His arms were crossed over his chest that looked both rock hard, and like the world's most comfortable pillow. And on his left arm was a dragon tattooed in all of its glory. Unlike your tattoo his were colourful, and it was made in a way that almost made it look like it was about to fly off his skin and into the world. It was beautiful. He was beautiful. 

“Kim Namjoon. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you” You smiled, but refused to bow even though it might’ve been the polite thing to do. 

He smirked at you and took three long strides towards you before he bowed down in a 90 degree angle before you. “Trust me, the pleasure is all mine Park” 

He looked over the men who stood behind you, ready to pounce on sight if he were to attack you. He would never admit it, but his heart was pounding in his chest. And all he could do was concentrate on his breathing whenever his eyes met yours. He hoped his voice wouldn’t fail him, at least not in front of you. 

There was something about him, it was almost as if he hid behind this hard, smug and flirty persona. But something told you that there was more to him than what he showed you in this exact moment. You would love to break all of his walls just to learn what secrets his eyes held. 

The Kim family were also a Korean based mafia. Your biggest competitors even though your dynasty were far more successful. The Parks dealt in weapons and assassinations, both public and under the radar, where the Kims were more into hacking, poison and espionage. It did however mean that you never had problems with stealing deals from one another, and because of that there was no bad blood between your families. 

Despite the occasional stealing talent from the ranks of each other's trainees. You knew Namjoons father had approached Hoseok at one point, just as your father had tried to sweet talk Namjoons older brother. 

You could feel Hoseok's restlessness by your side, you knew all he wanted was to grab you and pull you far away from the black haired boy who stood before you. But instead he gave him a nod, acknowledging that he after all held a higher position than he did.

Namjoon looked towards Hoseok and as he crossed his heavily tattooed arms in front of his chest he said: “Ahh you must be the famous J-hope! I’ve seen your work, you’re skilled, might be one of the best assassins to come out of Asia in generations! I would’ve loved to have you by my side” 

Hoseok was incredibly talented with whatever weapon the situation demanded from him. But behind the ruthless killer was a sunshine personality and a kindness unlike any other. Which is why you nicknamed him Hope ten years ago, a name he’d chosen to keep. It was a little sinister, but he'd always said it fit. 

“My loyalty can’t be bought, it’s earned. So maybe it’s for the best” Hoseok said as he smiled coldly at Namjoon. But his eyes never left you, which made Namjoon believe his statement. 

He did his best to kill the smile that was threatening to make an appearance, and luckily for him his thoughts were distracted by a voice who called out his name. He turned his body towards the sound, but his eyes never left the four of you.

“Jin get out here and meet the Parks”

A figure almost as tall as Namjoon appeared from one of the rooms and he was a sight for sore eyes. He looked as wide as Jimin was tall. His lips were plump and looked almost like a heart, his skin was flawless and the purple strands of hair made him look like he belonged at Olympus with the gods. 

“Blade, I would like to introduce you to my older brother, Seokjin” Namjoon said as he gestured towards him. 

“Kim Seokjin?” You said as you looked at him. He bowed before you and as his eyes captured yours as he said: “In the flesh miss Park”

“You have quite the reputation Seokjin”

“Please call me Jin”

“Jin… My father speaks highly of you, apparently you are the one to get a hold of if you need any kind of poison?”

He sent you a look and a small and shy smile.

“Well I’ll take that as a compliment, but yes, I guess I’m your guy then”

“If I needed help with a discrete job, would you be open for a discussion?” 

“I don’t do dirty work, but for a discussion amongst friends? I’ll clear my schedule, just let me know” He sounded like his voice was dipped in honey. Sweet and alluring. 

Namjoon looked at his feet and twisted his ring on his left hand. He wasn’t pleased with the eyes you send towards his brother, not that he wasn’t used to him stealing all the women's attention whenever he walked into a room, but somehow it bothered him that he stole yours. 

You smiled at his little tick, a warm smile that was rare for anyone other than your family to see. Cute, he does it too. You thought. 

He quickly catched your eyes, and sent what felt like a genuine smile back at you. It almost made you blush. Almost. 

You then looked towards Yoongi, the gummy smiled man who apparently was a stealer of clothes. 

“And this is Yoongi, he’s my right-hand man”

He looked sleepy, and a little bored. A big contrast to your first encounter a few minutes ago. He bowed like the others and sent a small wave your way. 

“I’ve studied you from afar Blade, tell me why that nickname?” Yoongi asked

Just as you were about to speak you heard Jungkook’s voice, you turned to look at the man as he spoke. His face held no emotion, and he stared down the tree men as he spoke.

“She’s the best with a katana our dynasty has ever seen, yours too if I’m not mistaken”

You could see the impressed expressions in the faces before you. An embarrassed giggle left your throat before you had a chance to kill it and looked at your feet while you twisted your ring, just as Namjoon had done a minute ago. Cute. He thought. Your hair tried to hide your face and the blush that came creeping in after Jungkook's compliment. 

The boys all smiled at the sound, each of them wondering just how it would feel to be the one to tuck the strands of hair behind your ear. Jimin didn’t let their looks go unnoticed, as he made himself a mental note to keep you as far away from them as he could.

“Impressive… That I must say, but if you don’t mind me asking, what is your name?”

“That’ll be something you learn when you’ve earned my respect Namjoon”

You saw a spark in his eyes, but it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, making you wonder if it was even there in the first place.

“Hey, where’s Taehyung?” Jin asked.

“Naked guy? I think he was getting dressed…” Jimin answered.

“Yoongi you didn’t” Jin groaned as he brought his large hand to his face.

“Hey! Don’t act like you’ve never teased our maknae” His gummy smile was once again on full display and the spark had returned to his eyes. 

“Maybe it would be a good idea to go check on him, you know how he gets if we leave him alone for too long” Namjoon said 

“That however is a universal maknae thing I think” You said and looked at Jungkook who smiled back at you. 

Tom started shifting his weight from one foot to another, an indicator that it was about time they got moving. After all, you hadn’t settled in yet.

“I think we’ll get going guys, it was nice meeting you”

“Hope to see you soon,” Namjoon answered, but it wasn’t more than a whisper, so you never heard it. 

As you walked past them Hoseok draped his long arm around your shoulders, hoping the brothers would know who you belonged to. 

Namjoon walked back into his room with a giant smile on his lips. Public displays of affection were always annoying and always felt unnecessary to him. But this time around he almost laughed at the attempt to establish dominance. 

“What’s wrong hyung?”

He looked up at Taehyung's face, he looked like a giant question mark with his big eyes and slightly open mouth. He winked at him, hoping it would calm his mind. 

“Nothing Tae, it’s nothing…” He said. 

Taehyung took a few steps towards the bed as he dried his still wet hair in the towel. He playfully hit Namjoons leg, and he moved it to make room for him on the bed.

“Are you sure?” 

The young man had his arms crossed before his chest. Namjoon had always been different from his brothers, more extroverted, more vocal but still more calm and down to earth. Both Jin and Tae were walking flirts, beautiful as if they’d been sculpted by Aphrodite herself, and yet they were introverted, each of them living in their own worlds, that only he could pull them from. 

It was why he was chosen as leader instead of Seokjin. He had the ability to be great, and his parents had known that since he was born. It was as if it was written in the stars. 

“No?” he sighed as he stood up. “I don't know what I’m feeling” 

“You wanna work with her don’t you? You want her as an ally” 

“That and so much more, but you don’t just ask a woman like that for what you want,” Namjoon said as he buried his face in his hands. 

“Why?”

Namjoon made a face and looked at Taehyung with disbelief written all over it.

“You have to earn it little brother, and that takes time. Lot’s and lots of time.” 

Taehyung shrugged his shoulders and answered

“So?” Taehyung answered. I mean we’re here for a year, she now lives just two doors down, this is like the best chance you’ll ever get. 

“He’s not wrong Namjoon,” Yoongi said from the bathroom that connected his room to his leaders. “In the end we’re here to get allies, she might be up for it. 

“How about we start out by settling in and then we can think about all of this later on?” 

“We can do that, but be honest… You just wanna lay down and daydream about Blade” Yoongi teased as he quickly dodged the pillow Namjoon had thrown his way.

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feelings | 25

~ a couple months later ~

Winter break was approaching now and you and Jungkook couldn’t wait to go home to your families and celebrate the upcoming year together. You two had so many plans with each other.

All the cheesy romantic stuff you watched on tv.

Jungkook suggested ice skating, drinking hot chocolate, watching movies while cuddling up with each other for warmth.

You just couldn’t wait to get away from school and just focus on you two. 

Along with your friends of course. Taehyung and Jimin did plan a short road trip together for all six of you. Hyejin would’ve come but she had plans with her own group of friends.

You cuddled into Jungkook’s side as you two laid on his bed. Class just finished, it was now the weekend! Jungkook and you decided to binge watch some Stranger Things. To forget about the stress class has been bringing you.

You would’ve watched ponyo like you always do when class makes you sad, but you watched it 3 other times this week already.

Yes, your classes have been that stressful. 

“They were so small,” Jungkook says, referring to the actors of the characters that played the kids in Stranger Things. You two decided to rewatch from the very beginning. You nod your head, your cheek rubbing on his chest. 

“I used to have the biggest crush on Steve,” you mumble. 

“Yeah same, I love Steve. I wanted his hair,” Jungkook says, running his fingers through his own hair. You giggle at this. 

“Nancy doesn’t deserve him,” He adds, “I still remember when we first watched season 4.” He rolls his eyes, you can see him from the black part of the screen. You laugh.

*Knock Knock*

You two jump at the loud knocking. Jungkook hits the space bar and pauses the show. 

“Are you expecting anyone?” you ask him as he slips out from under you. 

“No, but I’ll go see what’s up,” he says.

He opens the door and it reveals an upset looking Jimin.

“Hey,” Jungkook says. “What are you doing here?”

“Is Yn with you?” he asks, looking behind Jungkook. You furrow your brows, sitting up. His eyes widened as he spotted you and he pushed right past Jungkook.

“Hey!” Jungkook says out loud. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Yn, I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” Jimin yells out. He looks at the laptop right next to you. “You’re watching stranger things?” 

“Yes? Why?” You say confused.

“What’s going on?” Jungkook says, closing the door and walking towards the older one. 

“Guys it’s the week before finals, why are you choosing now to binge watch a show?” Jimin says. “You guys can’t save it for winter break instead?”

“We just wanted to relax a bit before finals, you know, it’s been a stressful week,” Jungkook says, sitting by you.

“Yeah, I don’t get what’s the big deal,” you tell Jimin, looking up at him as you scoot next to Jungkook, wrapping your arm around his and resting your chin on his shoulder.

“You guys are cute,” Jimin says. “But you really should focus on finals first before everything, especially you Yn.”

You frown at him.

“You need to pass the final to pass your calculus class,” Jimin says. “And you’re still struggling with integrals and derivatives–”

“Please, give me a trigger warning before you say those words,” you say, bringing your fingers up to your temples and massaging them. “You just gave me an instant headache.” 

“Seriously Yn, if you slack off now, you’re just going to make it worse for yourself. You’re going to end up retaking calc again next semester if you fail.”

You frown, closing the laptop and standing up from the bed.

“Fine, are you going to help me then?” you say.

“Duh, that’s why I’ve been looking for you. I heard from other students that your professor said it was going to be the hardest exam you’ll take all year.”

“I was spacing out when they mentioned it,” you admit. “So I can’t recall.” Jimin rolls his eyes at you.

“Just go, we’ll continue this later,” Jungkook says. 

“You mean you’ll continue after finals.” Jimin says, raising his eyebrows at Jungkook. Jungkook nods his head.

“Exactly.”

“You know I’m sure you’re just doing this because if I fail, everyone will think that you’re a bad tutor,” you say to Jimin, crossing your arms over your chest.

“No yeah, that’s exactly why. I can’t let you ruin my reputation!” He walks away, grabbing your arm with him. 

“WoAH!” You yell in surprise as you get taken away by Jimin. 

“We’ll see you later Jungkook!” He yells behind him.

“Yeah, just bring my girlfriend back in one piece please!”

-

“So you and Jungkook have other plans besides our road trip for winter break?” Taehyung asks you, sitting right next to you as Jimin tries to tutor you for the nth time this semester. You three were in a private room in the library once again. 

“Taehyung shut up,” Jimin tells him. “We’re trying to work here.”

“I know, I’m just asking real quick,” he says, ignoring him and turning back to you. “So what are your plans?”

Jimin groans, turning around and hitting his head against the white board. “We’re never going to get anything done,” he mutters under his breath.

“Just the normal winter couple stuff,” you say, turning to Taehyung. He stares at you with a blank face.

“Like what, I don’t know what those are, I’m lonely,” he says. You laugh at him. 

“I’ll tell you about it later, Jimin’s going to get mad at me and it’s going to be all your fault,” you say.

“Good, thank you Yn,” Jimin says. “Like I was saying, x–”

“So you guys are here,” Hobi says, walking in through the door without a warning. Jimin drops his head. “Yn, I’ve been meaning to ask. How are you and Jungkook doing?” He says. “Good right? Nothing to be scared of~”

“We’re doing great actually! I mean it’s only like 2 months in, so like, anything can happen…” 

“Good, you’re making her doubt again,” Taehyung says, slapping the table.

“No I’m not! I was just asking!”

“Guys,” Jimin says.

“No I’m not doubting,” you say. “I’m just saying, anything can happen. But I’m sure me and Jungkook will be fine.”

“Yn,” Jimin interrupts again. 

“Sorry,” you say, picking your pencil back up. “I’m listening.”

Jimin sighs. “You better be, because you and Jungkook are going to be fine. What you need to worry about,” he taps on your paper. “Is your grade.”

“Oh yeah, you suck so much at math that you wasted a wish on that,” Jin says, laughing at you. You three whip your head to the corner of the room.

“Where did you come from?” Taehyung says, surprised. 

“I literally walked in with Hobi,” he says, pointing at Hoseok. 

“Anyways,” you say. “Jungkook’s wish came true, I wished to pass calc. It’ll come true too.”

“What if it doesn’t,” Hoseok says, smirking at you. 

“Don’t do that,” you say, glaring at him.

“The what if girl,” he calls you. “I’m proud of you that you don’t think like that anymore.”

“Thank you,” you say. “I’m going to pass this test, I know it. I just have to believe in myself, be confident, and work hard.”

“Easy for you to say,” Jimin says behind everyone. “Yn we’re supposed to be studying? I should really charge you for my time, maybe you’d take it seriously then.”

“I’m sorry I’m sorry, I’ll pay attention now I promise,” you say. 

“Alright,” Jimin says. “Now if everyone can please leave? She gets easily distracted with just me around here. It’ll be impossible if you all stay.”

“Sorry,” they all muttered, getting up and leaving.

“Thank you,” Jimin says, releasing a big sigh as everyone steps out. “Ready?” He asks you.

You nod, sitting up straight in your chair.

“But Yn,” Taehyung says, popping his head back in.

“TAEHYUNG.” Jimin yells.

“SORRY BUT REAL QUICK.”

“Guys!” you whispered scream, “we’re in the library!”

“Sorry, but I just wanted to tell you what my Psych professor told me the other day.”

Jimin sighs, motioning for him to come in. “Make it quick.” Taehyung nods, walking in and pulling the chair next to you. 

“Well I was talking to my psych professor, he used to be a therapist before he switched to teaching, and I was having some doubts about… stuff, you know, life. And I was in the same situation that you were, with the questioning and the what if’s. And he told me that if a thought starts with the words ‘what if’, that it’s an intrusive thought. Meaning that the thought isn’t coming from you but instead the opposite of who you are. It’s there to scare you. So if it’s there, just ignore it, because you’ll be okay.” 

“Wow,” you say, not expecting it but you believe it’s something you needed. “Thanks Tae, I’ll keep that in mind.” He smiles at you, nodding his head. 

“I know you said you don’t doubt about it anymore, and I believe that. But I figured I would share it just in case. I wish I knew it sooner and could’ve told you about it back then.”

You shake your head. “It’s okay, I’m sure everything was supposed to happen the way it did. But I needed it anyway. I hope whatever you were questioning about yourself is resolved now though. If anything, you can always talk to us.”

“I know,” he says. He pats your shoulder. “Good luck with calc, I’m sure you’ll pass.” He turns to Jimin. “You have him with you after all.”

“Thanks Tae,” Jimin says. “Now leave please.”

“Of course, thank you for your time Mr. Park,” Taehyung says, bowing before him. “See you later Yn.”

You giggle, “Bye Tae.”

You turn to Jimin when the door closes behind him as he rushes out. 

“He always surprises me,” you say. 

“That’s Taehyung for you,” he says. “Now where were we? Wait, I should lock the door before we start.”

-

Jungkook decided to take this time to work on his final project for his graphic design class. He took his laptop with him to Magic shop, sitting by the window in the far corner.

The final project was an easy one, at least that’s what his professor said. Which it was, I mean, everything in that class was pretty easy. Especially if you already knew how to work photoshop well. Which Jungkook did. The hardest part really was thinking of an idea of what to create. 

“Here’s your drink,” GaEun says, handing Jungkook an iced americano.

“Thank you,” he says to her, smiling up as he grabs the drink. 

“Yn’s not with you today?” She asks, you were usually always there with him. He shakes his head, taking a sip from the straw.

“She’s with Jimin, studying for calculus,” he answers her. She makes a knowing face.

“I forgot,” she says. 

“Yeah,” he says. “But I’ll bring her here first thing when she passes.” 

“Can’t wait then,” she says. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

“Will do, thank you.” Jungkook goes back to his laptop, bringing his cup up where the straw hits his lips perfectly. He doesn’t sip from it, kind of just keeps it there. 

He sighs, reading the instructions for his project, over and over and over again. His creative block couldn’t have come at a worst time.

“What are you doing?” A small voice says to him. Jungkook’s eyes widened, looking to the side to see a little boy with similar round eyes staring back at him. 

“Hm?” Jungkook says, caught off guard by this random little stranger. 

“Are you playing games?” He asks this time, putting his hand on Jungkook’s lap in an attempt to push himself up to get a better look at his laptop. 

“Oh, no. I’m doing my assignment,” Jungkook responds. He looks around to see if this little boy is with anyone. “Are you by yourself?” He asks him. The little boy shakes his head, turning around to point at a sign on the wall.

“Mommy’s in the restroom.” He answers. 

“Oh okay,” Jungkook says. “Do you want to stay here, then, until mommy’s back?” The little boy nods. Jungkook notices the little boy holding a brown bag. He points to it. “Whatcha have there?”

The little boy looks down. “Oh, my mommy bought cookies at the bakery over there.” He points to the direction of 24/7 Heaven. “Do you want one?”

Jungkook giggles at him. 

“Sure,” he says, watching the little boy reach his small hands into the bag. “I’m Jungkook by the way.”

“Here, hyung,” he says, handing Jungkook a cookie. Jungkook smiles as he takes the cookie from him.

“Thank you. You know, my friends actually call me Kookie–”

“Sian!” The little boy’s head whips around and he smiles sheepishly at someone walking towards him. It must be his mom. The lady bends down to the boy’s level. “I told you to stay by the door.” She looks up at Jungkook. “I’m so sorry, I hope he wasn’t a bother.” 

“No no,” he says, shaking his head and waving his hands in front of him. “He wasn’t a bother at all. He’s a really cute kid.” The little boy smiles up at Jungkook, making him smile as well.

The lady sighs. “He gets all this from his dad.” She looks at her son, nudging him. “We gotta go, say bye to the nice man.”

The little boy waves at Jungkook. 

“Bye Sian.”

Jungkook watches them leave before going back to his laptop. 

He rereads the instructions over and over.

It wasn’t like it was complicated. He just didn’t know what to do with it.

‘Create a promotional poster for a business. Fictional or real. Extra points if you’re able to get a local business to use it.’

“You look like you’re having trouble,” Gaeun says, walking up to Jungkook. She bends down to look at the assignment.

“Do you think you can help me?” Jungkook asks her. 

“Like how? Are you doing it for a fictional business? Or a well known one like mcdonald’s or 7-eleven.”

“Well if I do a local business, I get extra points,” he says, hoping she’ll be able to do something for Magic Shop to be able to use his poster. 

“Are you asking for Magic Shop to be your muse~” She says, standing up. “Because if you are, Taehyung beat you to it.” Jungkook makes a face.

“Ugh, what?” Gaeun laughs.

“He came here when the assignment was given last week and asked me if it would be okay. My boss said yeah,” she said.

“Do you two talk often? You and Taehyung?” Jungkook asks suddenly. As far as he knew, Taehyung still liked her very much but still struggled in talking to her.

“Mm, from time to time,” she answers. “But anyways, why don’t you ask Yoongi? I’m sure you can make something for 24/7 Heaven.” Jungkook gasps.

“You’re right,” he says, beginning to gather his things. “I should get there before anyone beats me to it too. Thanks Gaeun.” 

“Yeah, no problem.”

-

“A poster? For what?” Yoongi asks Jungkook. Jungkook explains to him the assignment one more time.

“Like for anything, as long as it’s promoting something from your shop and you use it.” Jungkook says. “Like a new pastry, or a new item on the menu you want people to try. Anything. I’ll make a poster for it and you can hang it up somewhere.”

“I’ll go ask my manager and I’ll get back to you.” Jungkook nods.

“Great,” he says. He stares at Yoongi as he just stands there, staring back. “... are you going to go ask her?”

“She’s not here,” he answers. 

“Oh. Well when can you ask then?” He questions, needing to know as soon as possible so that he can get started on the assignment. 

“She’ll be here in a couple of hours, I’ll ask her then and then I can text you.”

“Okay,” Jungkook says. “Well while I’m here, can I have some cookies? This little boy came up to me today and gave me one. He says it’s from here. I don’t remember what kind it was.”

“Was it a little boy with big round eyes, about this tall?” Yoongi says, holding his hand up to his waist. 

“Yes~” Jungkook answers. “He’s with his mom.” Yoongi nods, walking to the side to grab the cookies.

“Yeah they come here often,” he says, putting the cookies in a bag. “But they’re good right?”

“Very,” Jungkook says. “I think Yn will like them. I’m going to give her some after her study session.”

“How sweet of you,” Yoongi says, but his voice sounded very mono toned. Jungkook laughs at this.

“Are you doing anything this winter break?” He suddenly asks. Yoongi looks at him with one eyebrow up. 

“Are you asking me out?” He answers. Jungkook’s eyes widened.

“What! No?” he exclaims in surprise. “I just wanted to invite you to our friendship road trip that Taehyung and Jimin were planning.” 

“You want to invite me?” Yoongi asks in surprise. “I barely know them.” Jungkook shrugs. 

“So? Then you’ll get to know them then,” he smiles. “What do you say? You can bring your other friend if you’d like.”

“I’ll think about it,” Yoongi answers. “Who else will be there?”

“Well it’s me, Yn, Jimin, Taehyung, Jin, and Hobi,” Jungkook says. “We invited Hyejin too but she had plans.”

“Oh,” Yoongi says. “Okay, I’ll let Namjoon know.”

“Good, we’d love to have you two there. The more the better,” Jungkook says, smiling at the older one. You eight knew each other a bit. Talking here and there, greeting each other when you meet in class, but you eight weren’t exactly friends. At least not yet.

Hopefully this trip can change that.

-

Jimin walks you to your dorm, praising you for being able to learn so quickly in a short amount of time.

“See, if you just focus, you can do it. You did so well! You learned and understood everything so fast,” he tells you. “I’m really surprised actually.”

“Do you think I'll pass the exam then?” You ask him. The two of you get to your door and you unlock it, walking in. 

“You will, for sure. Just keep reviewing okay? Don’t slack off now that you finally get it. Keep practicing so you get better and you don’t forget.” You nod, stepping to the side to let him in.

“I will,” you say. “Do you want to come in?” He shakes his head no.

“No it’s okay. I have to go meet with Taehyung anyways. Relax for now though. You worked hard the past few hours. I’ll send you some practice equations tonight that you can work on throughout the week. To study with.” He begins to walk backwards. “Don’t slack off.” He points.

You roll your eyes, nodding your head.

“I won't, I promise,” you say. You grab onto the door frame, peeking your head out as he walks down the hall. “Thank you, Jimin. When I pass I’ll make sure to tell everyone that you’re the best tutor!” 

“You better!”

You laugh as you watch him leave. 

You then go back into your dorm, closing the door.

“Wow you really were just going to invite him in?” you hear, making you jump. You turn around and see your boyfriend sitting on your bed with a brown bag on his lap. 

“Jungkook!” You yell happily, running towards him and tackling him onto the bed. He laughs, hugging you tightly as he pushes himself on top of you.

“What are you doing here?” you ask him, petting his hair back and squishing his face. He giggles, grabbing the brown bag and holding it up.

“I brought you cookies. Jimin texted me that you were doing so well. I wanted to reward you for it.”

You pout, sitting up as he slid off of you to hand you a cookie.

“You’re literally the sweetest, thank you,” you said, grabbing the cookie from him and giving him a little kiss.

“So should we continue what we were doing earlier or did Professor Jimin ban you from Netflix for the rest of the week..” Jungkook says, slowly pulling his laptop towards him. “Just one episode?”

“I think one episode won’t hurt.”

“Okay good, because I wasn’t leaving until we watched an episode,” Jungkook says, already getting under your blanket. You smile at him.

“Maybe let’s not watch it then,” you joke, pushing the laptop close. 

But it flew right over his head.

“Aww what,” he whines.

“No, I was kidding,” you said. He furrows his brows at you. “Because you said you weren’t leaving until we watched an episode and if we don’t watch any then you’ll never–” you groan. “Nevermind, it’s not fun when you have to explain it. Scoot over.”

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feelings

๑ part twenty-five: i love steve ๑

pairings: jungkook x reader

a/n: i finally posted it after i kept saying ‘i’ll post it’ i’m sorry i’m a liar asdfhgfljd i work better at night but i have been sleeping early LOL but it’s 1am so here i am.

i have been obsessed with stranger things again and have rewatched from the very beginning. it’s been my comfort show. so i included it in here lol

i <3 steve & eddie

also!!!! the part where taehyung talks about the “what if” i got that from tiktok!!! a friend of mine sent me it and i thought it was perfect and a good reminder for all of us 

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Lia's POV

"You can do this, baby," Jungkook says with a huge grin, "Get your results and come! I'm sure you have topped your college!"

I smile bitterly at him. I know haven't topped the college... Not even my class. I step out of the car to see girls glaring at me. Man, I don't even know what they want me to do. How can I stop this rich CEO from chasing my ass every time I leave him? He doesn't give me another option but to stay. Not like I want any. I remember storming out of his mansion after we fought. I got followed all the way to Jimin's house. He even stayed at Jimin's house for three days till I agreed to go back to his. I walk inside the college building and into the teacher's room. 

"Good morning," I smile at my teacher.

"Good morning Miss Han," she smiles widely, "Let me just find your grade report."

I patiently wait as she looks through the stack of papers. She grins as she finds my report. I gulp and fiddle with my fingers in nervousness. What if I didn't get good grades? What if I failed? Jungkook will kick me out of the house and break up with me if either of that happens. 

"Miss Han," she extends the report to me, "You have done an excellent job."

I sigh in relief as I hear that, "Thank you, ma'am."

"I'll see you at the graduation ceremony," she smiles softly, "God bless you."

I smile and nod, "Hope you have an amazing day."

I walk out opening the envelope in which the report was. I grin seeing my grades. Jungkook's gonna be so happy! I hop all the way back to the car.

"Jungkook!" I yell as I get into the car, "Look-" I frown as I see him on the phone yelling at someone. I patiently wait for him to finish his call. 

"Jungkook, look-"

"Not now, cupcake," he says as he reverses the car out of the parking lot, "I have something that needs to be done. I'll drop you at home and leave."

"But you said we'd go to dinner-"

"I am sorry," he sighs, "I'll make up to it another day, okay?"

I felt tears stinging in my eyes and my heart wrenched. He was the one who was excited to see my grades and now he doesn't even want to know. I sit back in my seat quietly. "It's alright. He is the CEO of a really huge company with several foreign branches, he's not gonna be free. It's obvious. Stop being immature and be a good girlfriend," I thought to myself and looked outside the window. But still... maybe. Maybe he could fit me into his schedule? Would he even try to do it?

"Hey, don't be sad," he says as he makes the turn into the mansion, "I'm doing this for us, for our secure future when we have little kids. Wouldn't you want them to live the best life?"

"You don't even talk to me these days and you're thinking about kids?" I scoff but soon realise I shouldn't have said that.

"I told you, Lia!" He starts, "I'm doing this for our future!"

"What future do we have if we don't even know if we'll last!" I yell as I get out of the car slamming the door. 

"Lia!" Jungkook calls as he struggles to get out of the car, "Come back here!"

"No!" I yell as I run into the mansion, "You can date your money and your company. Forget me," I cry as I run upstairs with Jungkook on my tail.

"Lia, what can I do? I cannot abandon my company!" He yells.

"I never asked you to do that," I get inside our room and shut the door, "I just wanted some time with you..." I sob to myself sliding down on the wall.

"Open the door!" He bangs the door, "Ugh, I have to leave. This door better be open by the time I'm back!" He yells as I hear his footsteps fade.

"Yeah," I chuckle with tears streaming down my face, "If only you even come back. You don't even come back home nowadays..."

Maybe it's my fault. Maybe I am not trying hard enough for him. I should be the girl who can cook, clean and take care of him. I should be helping him, not pressuring him to spend time with me. I must be such a burden to him. I need to be better for him. I quickly pull out my phone and call Jimin.

"Lia?" Jimin answers in a raspy voice.

"Were you sleeping?" I ask him.

"Yeah," he replies.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'll call you later," I say.

"No, no," he says quickly as I hear sheets shuffling, "Tell me."

"Jimin, how do I help relax Jungkook when he comes home stressed?" I ask.

"What?" I hear his laughter from the other end, "Why do you suddenly want to know that?"

"I just want to be a good girlfriend," I sigh and play with the tip of my hair.

"Cook him food? No, no," he denies his own idea, "There are maids to cook."

"What should I do?" I whine.

"Okay, so," Jimin starts, "You both have sex right?"

"We do... but he's not free anymore," I reply.

"Just get your sexiest pair of lingerie and wait for him," he says in a seductive voice, "What's better than seeing your girlfriend on the bed waiting to pleasure you all night?"

"Wow," I reply, "But won't he be too tired to have sex?"

"You can top," I could practically see Jimin's smirk, "He doesn't have to move a muscle."

"Oh," I sigh, "I'll try it."

"Good luck, Lia," Jimin wishes me and hangs up.

I spring up and run to the closet and search for lingerie. Jungkook has bought me several. He was very thrilled about tearing them off. I roll my eyes playful as I think back to the times when Jungkook would refuse to leave my side. I take out black lace lingerie and inspect it. 

"Looks good," I smile and walk into the bathroom. I take a quick shower and run downstairs to have food. 

I can't wait for Jungkook to come home.

I shouldn't have...

He didn't come home...

As always.

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