#kim is so buttoned up and yet he looks like a mess. his belt is too tight his hair is clean but mussed he has dark circles under his eyes

[bangtanloverboys]

sweet sugar // ksj

summary - losing your virginity to a sugar daddy wasn’t how you imagined your first time playing out, but you’re ready and willing to do it. thing is you don’t know how to break it to your sugar daddy that you’re a virgin

pairing - sugar daddy!seokjin x virgin male!reader

genre - smut; sugar daddy au

word count - 4.4k

warnings - age gap (both are over the age of consent), virgin/inexperienced!reader, top!seokjin, bottom!reader, sub!reader, loss of virginity, dom!seokjin, throat fucking, sir kink, ass eating, anal sex (duh), anal fingering, overstimulation, dirty talk, passing out after sex, big coin flip tho now it’s very soft sex, very vanilla

author’s note - i want more gay stuff so here we go

You couldn’t believe you were doing this. Yet here you were, practically shaking in your shoes as you stared at the busy building. Taking a deep breath, you moved one foot in front of the other and pushed open the door to the hotel.

While being a sugar baby wasn’t that bad of an idea, you quite enjoyed getting paid for your company. You did however put off having sex with your sugar daddy because you were practically a virgin, having never really had sex before (unless you count a really bad handjob given to you by a girl when you were very very confused). It wasn’t like you did it on purpose. Being 23 years old and still a virgin, you just never got around to it. Getting paid wasn’t the way you saw yourself losing it, but here you are. 

Thing is you were doing pretty okay up until a few months ago. You got laid off on your job, your landlady sold the building so your rent was going to increase, then on top of all that with the incoming semester you needed a way to pay for your classes. Struggling to make ends meet, you signed up for a sugar baby website. Desperate times call for desperate measures. 

Unsurprisingly, there were a lot of crusty old guys on the site but to your surprise quite a handful of quite handsome and successful men that definitely caught your eye. Min Suga, Vante, to name a few but they didn’t seem like good possibilities for you as one wanted a dominant partner (definitely not you) and the other had a thing for feet (a hard pass, no matter how much you needed cash). You were about to give up when you came across him. 

The cool air of the hotel washed over you as you entered the upscale building. Tightly gripping onto your overnight bag, You glanced around the lobby, looking for the man who’s been keeping you afloat. You spotted him sitting in a love seat, flipping through some tech magazine. Stopping right beside him, you cleared your throat to catch his attention. He looked up at you and you still couldn’t believe that he was real. He had dark hair that was pushed back, exposing his forehead; beautiful plump lips that you had your mind spinning for days. 

Kim Seokjin, your sugar daddy. 

He contacted you first, saying he was interested in you and wanted to get to know you. You met a few times, just talking and getting to know each other before officially entering an agreement. He’d given you an allowance, and a little something extra for each time you went on an event with him as a plus one. There were however some guidelines: you couldn’t have sex with anyone, keep a healthy and balanced diet, and to be honest with him. 

Seokjin mentioned a few times that while sex wasn’t a requirment for your arrangment, it would be a little extra sugar on top of your company. At first he gave you the option to decide whether or not to say no and to your surprise, you said yes. You didn’t have any expectations of how your first time would go down, sex was sex. 

The honesty rule you did a bit twist because you still have yet to tell him of your virginity. And you were nervous, how do you tell the sugar daddy that wants to pay you for sex that you have no experience in the bedroom? If you did tell him, what would be his reaction? Would he be mad? Would he want to call off the agreement all together? So you twisted it a bit to easy your guilty conscience. It’s evading the truth, so unless he directly asks you about your virginity, you don’t have to tell him.

Tonight however, was the night he had asked you to meet him at a hotel. You asked for what and he responded, to put it bluntly: “I want to fuck that goregous ass of yours now”. Swallowing any nerves you might have, you said yes and followed his instructions to prep yourself and for the night ahead.

Soon as Seokjin laid eyes on you, he let out a quick smile. Dropping the magazine onto the table as he stood up, “Y/N, pleasure to see you again.”

“I hope you weren’t waiting too long,” you scratched the back of your neck nervously. 

“Nonsense,” he dismissed the notion as he picked up a suitcase from the chair next to him. “I checked us in a few minutes ago, so it wasn’t much. Please, follow me.” With that he swiftly led you over to the elevator. It wasn’t long before the doors opened up, the two of you alongside a handful of other guests filed into the small space. Everyone pressed their floor, including Seokjin who pressed the button to the second highest floor, and the ascension began. 

Your heart was pounding against your chest as you stood next to him. He kept his eyes trained in front of him, not looking at you as you stole quick glances at him. As the numbers climbed higher, the elevator got less and less crowded. About a few floors away from your stop, you felt a large hand rest on your bum. Your eyes darted to the man beside you and you saw a small smirk on his lips. The last of the people exited the floor right below yours and he gave your ass a quick squeeze as the doors closed and the lift went up the next floor.

You felt all the heat rush to your face as the doors opened and he removed his hand and led you down the hallway towards the room you’ll be staying in. You waited behind him quietly as he pulled out the keycard and opened the door, revealing a very fancy suite. Walking into the room, he sets his suitcase on the desk before turning to you.

“I’ll ask you one last time officially if you’d like to stop here,” he started, “you have the right to say no or stop at any point afterwards. But I wanted to make this clear.”

“I want this.” You said as you watched the smirk appear on his lips once again. 

“Good. Are you familiar with the color system?” He asked as he turned to face his case, opening it. 

“Green is good, yellow is move on, red is stop.” You recited, knowing this was a common practice. 

“Excellent,” he nodded as he messed around with the contents of his case, pulling out a bottle of lube. “You followed my instructions from earlier for prep?”

“Hmm,” you nodded.

“I need words, Y/N.” His tone of voice was stern, commanding. You weren’t going to lie, it made your knees a bit weak. 

“Yes.”

“Yes, sir.” He turned to face you, a brow raised. 

“Yes, sir.” You repeated, the heat returning to your face and ears as he approached you, putting a hand on your cheek. 

“Good boy,” he said as you leaned into his touch. He removed his hand then made his way over to the bed, sitting down facing you. “Now, be a good boy and strip for me.” 

You felt very small under his hard gaze, but taking a breath, you started to remove your clothes, one by one. Seokjin palmed himself as he watched you, the sight before you had all the blood rushing to your cock and hardening as you removed your clothes. 

Once completely naked, he patted his thighs. “Come sit on my lap.” He ordered, you nodded with a ‘yes, sir’ and quickly seated yourself on him. The feeling of his fine clothes against your bare skin sent shivers down your spine. He placed one hand at the back of your neck and pulled you closer. You closed your eyes in anticipation, but he paused before your lips brushed against his. His other hand slid down your front, resting on the base of you. “Your hard already? What’ve you been thinking about?” His breath fanned against your mouth.

“Y-you, sir.” You managed out, holding back from bucking into his hand.

“Oh, have you? What do you imagine I’m doing?” His plump lips moving away from your mouth and kissing down your jaw, nibbling at your flesh. 

“Fuck- I- I imagine you fingering me, filling me up.” The confession flooded out, you’ll admit you’ve dreamed this happening a few times but never did you actually imagine it actually happening. 

“Really? What a dirty boy you are.” He ran his hand down your length, this time you couldn’t help yourself and let your hips rut against his hand. “Ah, no. Be a good boy and wait.” His hand found its way into your hair, tugging on it.

“Yes, sir.” You rasped out as Seokjin dragged his mouth along the length of your neck, all while squeezing your cock. The stimulation had you let out a breathy moan, that was quickly silenced by him finally kissing you. As you suspected, his lips were soft as they moved against yours, but there was an underlying roughness to it all. A quick flick of his wrist and you were gasping into his mouth, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue in. 

As quick as the kiss was, he pulled away, causing you to frown. You leaned forward to kiss him again but he pulled away. “Nuh uh,” he teased. “I’ve played nice long enough.” You watch as his eyes darken. “Get on your knees, dirty boy.” 

The order has you stiffening, but you slowly slide off his lap and onto the floor. His legs spread open before you, with shaking hands you went to his belt and started to undo his pants. If he sensed your nervousness, he didn’t say anything. Pants undone, you started to drag his slacks down, his erection being freed of it’s confinements and you stop around his thighs.

You took a moment to stare at his dick for a moment and you swear to god it’s the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen. It almost makes you feel slightest bit jealous about your own, but you push that thought aside as you bring your hand to trace along his veins. He shuddered above you and that had your cock twitching. You gave him light touches as you admired it until his hand clamped around your wrist.

“Be a good boy and put it in your mouth,” he growled as he pulled away his hand and leaned back, waiting for you. You nod, bringing his tip to your lips as you wrap them around him, giving an experimental suck. Seokjin groans above you, his hand threading in your hair. “More.” He sighs and you let him push you down his length, you gag around him as he hits the back of your throat. Stabling your hands on his thighs, you just follow your gut instinct and start to bob your head. “Fuck.” He pulled your head back and motioned for you to get back on your knees. “I’m gonna fuck that pretty mouth of yours, you got that?”

“Yes, sir.” You nod as you lean back, and watch him remove the last of his clothing, tossing it elsewhere in the room. You’re stunned into silence as Seokjin stands before you, fully naked and you swear you might faint. 

He chuckles above you as you look up at him. “Tap my thigh three times to stop, okay?”

“Yes, sir.” 

“Good boy,” he praised as he held his cock in his hand, lightly hitting it against your lips. “Open.” He instructed, as you did such, he again hit the head of his dick against your muscle. You wrapped your lips around him once again, and waited for him to push into your mouth. His hands find purchase in your hair, keeping you still as he started to shallowly thrust into your mouth. 

A million thoughts started to run through your head, were you doing this right? Was he enjoying it? Was there anything else you were supposed to be doing? You were so caught up in your head, you were forgetting to breathe and as he hit the back of your throat once again you started gagging. Tears in your eyes, you started to tap his thigh. 

As promised, he immediately pulled himself from your mouth and got on the floor next to you as you coughed. He softly patted your back, soothing you and calming your body from what was happening. 

“Color?” He asked once you stopped coughing.

“Yellow,” your voice was rough as you spoke, but still alright. You looked up to Seokjin, hoping what happened didn’t damper the mood or anything. He simply helped you back to your feet and guided you to the bed. You watched as he pulled a water bottle from the little hotel fridge and opened it, handing it to you. You took a few gulps of the water before handing it back to him where he placed it on the bedside table In the silence of the room and being naked, you felt strange and the urge to cover your body.

Seokjin sat down next to you. “You did good, do you want to continue or want to stop?” He asked, looking at you with concern.

“Continue, I’m okay.” You gave a nervous chuckle as he nodded. 

He stood again and you watched as he resumed his role. You watched as he picked up the bottle of lube and placed it on the bed. “If you’re okay, on your hands and knees. Ass up.” He ordered and you quickly scrambled to the position, feeling completely exposed to him. You sat closed your eyes, trying to calm your heart that was trembling in anticipation. 

Gently, you felt his hands rest on either side of your ass, spreading your cheeks. You groaned as you felt him start to pepper your back side with kisses. Slowly but surely, he started ghosting over your rim. He licked a broad stripe over your hole, causing a moan to erupt from your throat again. You swear you could feel him smirk against your ass as he started to eat you out. 

“Hnnghh f-fuck!” You keened as pleasure started to build up in your gut. 

“You like that, huh? You like that little boy?” Seokjin taunted as he playfully bit the flesh of your ass. 

“Fuc-k yes!” You managed to get out, fists closing around the covers.

A loud smack echoed in the room, heat flooded on your thigh. “Yes, what?” He barked.

“Yes, sir! Yes, sir, it feels- sooo good.” You whined as he muttered something you couldn’t hear as he continued to lick and probe at your hole. With each stroke, you felt your cock getting harder and harder, boarding on painful as it continued to be neglected. While he didn’t order you to not touch yourself, you wanted nothing more than to jerk yourself off, finally reaching the euphoric bliss. But seeing how he reacted to you not calling him sir, you knew to keep your hands forward.

Seokjin pulled away from you, blowing lightly at your wet hole. You mewled at the action, but as you realized he was pulling away from you, you started to pout.

“Aww, you a needy boy? Don’t worry, I won’t be gone for long.” You heard him speak as he opened something, you turned to look over your shoulder to see him opening the bottle of lube. He started applying some to his fingers when he noticed your starring. “Eyes front!” 

“Sorry, sir!” You quipped as you moved your head to face in front of you again.

“Mmm, normally I’d punish you for such behavior. But seeing how it’s only the first time,” you freeze, but then realize he was talking about you together, “I’ll let it slide.” He chuckled as his fingers started to press against your rim, his first finger slipped in no problem. You moaned as his finger started to slowly move in and out of you, occasionally pushing at your sides to stretch you out. The burn of the stretching hurt at first, but as Seokjin continued, the pain slowly morphed into pleasure. “You ready for me? Huh, are you ready for my cock, little boy?”

“Yes! Yes, sir. I’m ready for your cock, please please please give me your cock.” You practically sob out, wanting nothing more than to finally have him inside you. He chuckled behind you, as he pulled his fingers away and you heard the familiar click of the lube bottle. 

“Look at me,” Seokjin called to you. You turned to look him in the eyes. “Are you ready? Do you still want this?”

“Yes,” You nod. With your consent, he pressed his tip into your hole and inch by inch started filling you up. Simultaneously, you both let out groans as he fully sheathed himself inside you. “So . .big. . fuck- sir!” 

“Fuck, your so tight.” He groaned as he started to pull back out and thrust back in. “Fu-ck!” He quickly found a pace, fucking you as you held onto the covers so tightly your knuckles turned white. 

As Seokjin thrust feverently into you, you could feel the pleasure start to build up again in your gut. Nothing ever compared to the amount of pleasure coursing through your veins as you felt yourself get closer and closer. 

“Fuck, sir, I’m-I’m close!” You gasped out. Soon as the words left your mouth, he started to piston his hips faster into you, hitting you deeper and deeper. He leaned forward, wrapping his hand around your neglected cock, running his hand up and down, faster and faster.

“You’ve been such a good boy, come for me.” He praised you as he continued to fuck you into the bed. 

With that said, your gut tightened and your vision went white, your cum spilling all over the bed. You cried out as Seokjin continued to thrust into you, chasing his own high. Unfamiliar with the feeling of him continuing to use you as his own fucktoy, you started twitching and crying, overwhelmed with stimulation. Tears threatened to spill as he pounded into your ass relentlessly. You don’t know how much longer he continued to fuck you but soon as you felt him come inside you, painting your insides white, you felt your eyes roll into the back of your head.

The next thing you know something wet is being pressed to your forehead. Groaning softly, you open your eyes to see a concerned Seokjin above you, wet towel in hand.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked as he pulled the towel away from you.

“Hmm, what happened?” You muttered as you looked at him.

“Well, uh,” he wet his lips, trying to hold back a smile. “You passed out.”

“I what?!” You sat up quickly, your eyes practically bulging out of your skull. Did you really do that?

“Hey hey, it’s fine.” He placed his hands on your shoulders, holding you still. “You were only out for a few minutes, are you okay though?”

“I’m good,” you nodded. “A little sore, but it’s all good.” You chuckled, trying to keep calm at the fact that you fainted after having sex for the first time ever. 

“That’s good,” he responded, a smile pulling on his lips. “I’ll admit, that was a first for me. Having someone faint.” He chuckled.

“Yeah. . me too. . .” You returned the laugh.

“You passing out like that isn’t a regular occurrence then?” He quipped, raising a brow at you. 

Fuck. Quick think of something to change the topic! “I uh, wouldn’t know-” Fuck, don’t confess!

Seokjin’s eyes were laced with worry at your disclosure. “What do you mean by that?”

“I uh, it’s nothing.” You wave your hand, trying to dismiss the question. 

His hand clamped against your wrist and you locked eyes with him. “Y/N, be honest with me.” His was stern, the gaze alone had anxiety bubbling up in your stomach. 

“That. . was my first time. . .” You broke eye contact, looking away from him, not wanting to see his reaction. You wanted the ground to consume you right then and there, ending your embarrassment.

“That. . .” You heard him start, “was your first time ever having sex?” Squeezing your eyes shut, you gave a singular nod. “Why didn’t you tell me?! I would’ve taken a completely different route! I would’ve done more to make you feel comfortable-”

“Seokjin!” You cut him off, taking his hands in yours. His ramblings set your nerves on fire. “It’s alright. I liked it.”

He pulled his hand from yours and cupped your cheek. “Please allow me to make it up to you.”

If there was a heaven, you swear you died and went to it by now. “Okay. . .sir!” you quickly tagged the title on at the end.

“Shhh, no sir now.” He whispered as he brought your face to his. “It’s just Seokjin right now.” With that said, he presses his lips to yours in a soft kiss. Moving slowly, taking his time with you. With his other hand, he led you to lean back down on the bed, your head landing amongst the pillows. His hand traces down your side as he movies to climb on top of you, not ever breaking the kiss. Hand on your thigh, he gave you a quick squeeze, causing you to gasp. Taking the moment to move his tongue past your lips and to explore your mouth. Groaning into the kiss, your hands go to his head, pulling on his silky dark locks.

He pulls away from you, his eyes dark with lust as his hair hangs around him. You must be making a face because he’s smirking down at you. He moves to press kisses down your throat and chest, the sight alone had your blood rushing down once again to your dick. You know Seokjin could feel you harden against him, judging by how you could practically feel him smile as he kisses down your chest. 

“God, fuck!” You moaned as he pressed another kiss to your pubic bone. 

“That feel good, hmm?” He asked as he looked at you. “You want me to suck you off? You did so well for me earlier, let me treat you even better.”

“Please please please, yes.” You begged as he finally took your length in his hand and gave you an experimental pump, whimpers erupting from your throat. He finally wrapped his lips around your tip, swirling your pre-cum around with his tongue. Whatever words left your mouth were incomprehensible as he took more and more of you into his mouth. His hand moved to play with your balls, giving them a playful squeeze. He prepared for your reaction as you were about to buck into his mouth but he kept his free hand firmly planted on your stomach, keeping you still. 

 His hand slid further down, back to your abused hole. It was now that you suddenly became very aware of the fact you were leaking cum onto the bed. Seokjin didn’t seem to mind because he just slid his finger back into you. Whimpers emitted from your throat as he pumped his finger in and out of you. Obscene squelching noises filled the room, causing heat to rise to your cheeks once again as you realize that was you and your noise. 

“Fuck,” he moaned as he pulled away from you. “The sounds you make are driving me wild, baby.” He peppered kisses over the tops of your thighs. He managed to slip another finger into your hole, opening you up again no problem. “Are you ready again, huh?”

“Yes, please.” You whined as he pulled away, grabbing the bottle of lube once again. You watched as he squirted a good amount onto his fingers, getting his cock ready. He watched you with dark eyes as his fist went up and down his length. 

Seokjin pulled your legs apart, settling in between them, his slick member prodding at your entrance. Slowly by surely, he started to push back into you, this time with a lot more ease as you were already spent out. But you wanted this. You wanted him. He repeated the shallow thrusts again, each time hitting everything just right. 

“Hnngh fuck, please harder.” You pleaded, wanting to go faster.

“Shh, soon baby. Soon.” He whispered as he captured your lips with his again with a kiss, swallowing any noises you make. As promised, he started to pick up speed again, not as hard as before though. When he pulls away, he gages your each and every reaction, watching you as you squirm in pleasure. 

Impatient now, you wrapped your legs around his waist, forcing him deeper into you. Groaning against your neck, he nipped at your neck, a playful punishment for your behavior. He got the message to go faster, positioning his hips to fuck you harder and deeper once again. His hand once again moved to your cock, squeezing the base of it. 

“Come on baby, you can do it. Come for me.” His breath was hot against your ear.

A few more thrusts and you were coming all over yourself, painting your chest white. Seokjin followed soon after, filling up your ass with his seed once again. He pulled you in with another sloppy kiss, teeth clashing against one another as he collapsed on top of you.

“That’s how it should’ve gone.”

You bark out a laugh at that. “That was so cheesy, oh my god.” Rolling your eyes at him.

He just chuckled as he sat up, pulling out of you. “Let me get another towel, clean us up.” You watched him as he walked away from the bed and towards the bathroom. He was back in a few minutes, him already wiped clean. You watched him as he diligently cleaned up all of your’s and his cum from your chest and your spent hole. Once all cleaned up, he tossed the towel somewhere else in the room. “Are you doing alright now?” 

“Yes, thank you.” You gave him a small smile as he nodded and started to pull back the covers. Tossing away the cum soaked top cover. He settled himself next to you, you tried to give him some space but your lower half was so sore you could barely move. He merely chuckled at you as he wrapped and arm around you and brought you close to him.

“Remind me to give you a little something extra tomorrow morning,” He sighed as he closed his eyes.

“Seokjin-”

“Don’t refuse me, Y/N. Consider it an extra bonus, for letting me be your first time.” He cracked open an eye at you, making sure you don’t fight back.

“Yes, sir.”

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[sweetjekyll]

Leave Your Pretty Dress On — KJI/Kai

pairing: Kim Jongin x Reader

genre: smut, one-shot, established relationship, Mafia AU inspired but it’s entirely smut without plot rating: 18+ . IF you are not of legal adult age, please do not under any circumstances read this work as it is not meant for underage readers. warnings: shameless smut, porn without plot (it could have the tiniest allusion to what could be a mafia au plot if you squint very hard), explicit sexual content, slight choking kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids!!), degradation kink, pet names, implied consumption of alcohol, drunk sex, consensual. (Please read carefully the warning tags in the masterlist and those at the beginning of each work to avoid any unpleasant misunderstandings.) count: 1.8k

Requested by anonymous: keyword “undress” + sentence “If we both stick to the story, they can’t prove anything.” from this writing game post.

Masterlist

A/N: to the anon who sent just the keyword and the dialogue, I hope you enjoy this surprise member very much! I couldn’t help myself when you told me to have fun with these two combos. I’ve never ever written smut like this before, so this is quite a step for me in terms of writing sexually explicit content. I edited this pic too, there’s just something so powerful about Jongin’s eyes here that makes me go crazy oof

To my dear readers: feedback is highly encouraged and important! as it gives me motivation to write with more passion, knowing that you like what you are reading. My askbox is always open for questions or to chat ❤

Enjoy! ❤

His breath was ragged and fanning hungrily over that sweet spot below your left ear, you could smell the scent of refined wine as Jongin covered your skin with dark love bites. Both of you were in such an inebriated state after a full bottle, yet your brain could still picture the deep burgundy color of the nectar you consumed, filling your flaring nostrils as you too struggled for a deep breath, shameless moans were rolling off your tongue while his whole body was pressed against your back.

“Jongin,” you drawled his name with such desperation in your voice it made his eyes snap open immediately and focus on your hazed expression. Your back arched as you further pressed your bottom to his hardened manhood, constricted by his tight clothes. His left hand quickly moved from your hip and he brought it up to cup your jaw, forcing you to look at him over your shoulder.

There it was: that look of utter devotion and unadulterated lust in your dilated pupils, illuminated by the lamp on his work-desk as he further pressed your legs against it, slightly parting them with his knees despite the skirt of your silk cocktail dress restraining your movements. His devilish smirk graced his face once more as Jongin attacked your parted lips with a sloppy kiss, uncaring of the way the once rich color of your rouge lipstick was smeared and faded around the corners of you mouth.

“My gorgeous goddess,” he mused in a deep, sultry tone after your swollen lips parted. “I’m so close… So close to taking everything that is rightfully mine.” Jongin purred in your ear as he rubbed his aching erection against your clothed ass, earning a delighted gasp from you.

“I don’t want them to take you away from me…” You softly confessed your worries to him, but he kissed your cheek reassuringly. He did it so lovingly that you almost forgot in your inebriated mind how much you wanted Jongin to just bend you over the desk and finally fuck you into oblivion.

“No one’s going to take me away from you.” Jongin felt a slight ache in his chest, almost as if something was about to melt in his ribcage, knowing you loved him despite all the cruel things he was capable of as a man with too much money and power in his hands. “If we both stick to the story, they can’t prove anything.”

A cunning smile finally graced that beautiful face of yours and you kissed him with such hunger and passion that your attention immediately shifted onto one thing only before you got lost in your drunken thoughts again. “Make love to me, but fuck me like a whore.”

“I’ll give you anything you wish for, Baby Doll.” The deep chocolate of Jongin’s eyes appeared to catch on fire under the only light illuminating the home studio, his golden skin was starting to glisten with sweat from anticipation of what he was about to do. He finally let go of your jaw and, with his right hand pressed against the exposed skin of your back, he pushed your chest towards the surface of the desk and then did quick work of hiking up the skirt of the dress. You whined as he barely grazed your butt cheeks with his slender fingers, goosebumps making you shiver in sweet yearning for him to just touch you where you most needed him. A loud smack echoed in the room along with a surprised moan from your lips, your body jolted forward on the desk while your hands gripped the edges of the desk. “I have barely touched you and you’re already a mess, Y/N.” Jongin chuckled as he massaged your right butt cheek to soothe away the sting caused by the palm of his hand. “How bad do you want me, sweetheart?” He asked you as he pressed his clothed hips to you once again and gave you other butt cheek the same treatment her twin received. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip when you whimpered, meanwhile Jongin reached up with his hands to get rid of the blazer of his suit and undid the tie around his neck, both discarded on the floor behind him.

“So bad, baby…” You whined while trying to get any sort of friction by rubbing your ass up and down his crotch. Jongin thrived off your need and desire for him, you knew that so well that you took as much pleasure in making him feel needed and special like no other man had ever been to you. Jongin loved being dominant in bed with you and you gladly fed his ego when you weren’t teasing him back like a spoiled brat, because you would rather die than give yourself like that to any other man who wasn’t him. “I want you so bad right now… I want you to grab my hair and fuck me like a bitch in heat.”

Jongin laughed softly in satisfaction and felt himself throb in his trousers, his body was desperate to finally be inside of you, yet he took his time working on undoing his belt, so torturously slow, until he finally pushed down the layers of fabrics which then pooled around his feet. His erection slapped against your skin making you look back at him over your shoulder, patiently waiting as his fingers hooked around the soaked fabric of your lingerie and pulled it to the side.

Your eyes met as he aligned himself with your dripping entrance and you held onto your breath. “God, I love it when you know exactly what you want me to do with you.” Your brain didn’t have enough time to elaborate his words, because as soon as he said that, he eased himself inside of you and took a fistful of your hair, making you look forward while your body arched painful against the flat surface of the desk. With a long, drawn out moan mixed with incomprehensible curses and chants of Jongin’s name rolling off your tongue, he immediately set a harsh pace as he pounded into you mercilessly, just like you asked. Your core was so slick and wet that your body immediately adjusted to his gifted size, your walls were clenching and constricting around his length he wasn’t sure he could hold on for much longer, not when he was still affected by the wine you had both consumed earlier.

He slowed his harsh thrusts until he came to a halt still buried deep inside of you. Sweat glazed your back and his face while both of your breathings were labored, but you still forced yourself to speak— no, beg. “Please, please baby don’t stop!”

Jongin found adorable the way you cried out for him to give you more. “Turn around, Baby Doll,” he instructed you as he bent to kiss between your shoulder blades, then you found yourself empty of his girth. You weren’t sure if you would be able to turn around on your heels as your knees were wobbling out of pleasure coursing through your veins, but Jongin’s hands never left your body as he helped you sit on the desk and then hastily made you wrap your legs around his waist.

“You’re still too clothed for my liking.” You growled as you slid your fingers between the two layers of fabric of his shirt and tore it open; the buttons that once used to hold the piece of clothing together bounced off the surface of the desk and onto the floor, rolling away as your hands roamed your lover’s body without a care for anything else but him.

Jongin slid the thin straps of your dress off your shoulders and down your arms, revealing your breasts to the cool air of the room. You shivered under his intense gaze but his attention was diverted to one of your perky nipples, which he took between his plump lips and licked with so much care that your head lulled back and your eyes closed, moaning soft praised and asking for more.

You bucked your hips and urged him to fill you up once again and he complied, leaving wet kisses and dark marks on your chest and neck until he reached your lips, kissing you with such fierceness you forgot how to breathe... or maybe it was he fact that his lips had been replaced by one of his hands, squeezing ever so softly as he fucked you on top of his desk like an animal in heat, raw and desperate for a sweet release.

“Such a good girl.” Jongin panted against your bruised lips, feeling you clench around him, chasing your high yet you hadn’t even touched yourself yet. “Are you going to cum on my cock and make a mess?” He whispered against your ear, nibbling on it just above your diamond earring.

“Y-Yes...” You stuttered out a breathless reply. “Yes, I’m so close—“ You met his lustful eyes once again and he placed his forehead against yours, completely focused on only you and nothing else.

“Then come for me, you little slut,” Jongin growled as he slowed down slightly just to push your back down against the hard surface of the desk, then he hooked his arms under your knees and resumed his pace from a new angle. “Scream my name so loud that even the guards outside of the house know exactly the only man you belong to.”

More curses followed from your pretty lips; there you were half undressed on a wooden desk as the love of your life made you feel so good and wanted like nobody else did. You slipped your fingers between your thighs and rubbed circles against your wet bundle of nerves, until you felt the knot tighten in your belly and then came the sweet release that rocked your body. You were chanting Jongin’s name like a mantra while your walls clenched around him, a devilish smile graced his sculpted face as he watched you unravel in his arms. Fast paced thrusts became sloppier as he helped you ride out your high, but he still hit all the way inside you with loud smacks. You were so beautiful in your fucked out state that he couldn’t help himself from spilling all of his juices inside you with a deep groan of your name, both your moans mixing like a sinful melody.

Jongin bent forward while keeping still inside of you, satisfied smiles on your hazy expressions and you snaked your arms around his shoulders, bringing him closer for a chaste kiss, as if you weren’t screaming profanities just moment before and begged him to go harder and faster. “You should wear this pretty dress more often,” he whispered against your lips as he ran his hands down your body, latching his fingers around the silk of your dress wrapped around your abdomen. “It drives me crazy.”

#exosnet #exonet #exo #exo x reader #exo x you #exo smut #exo scenarios #Kim Jongin #Jongin x Reader #Jongin x you #exo kai #kai x reader #kai x you #exo mafia au #mafia au #kim jongin x reader #kim jongin x you

[jungkookiebus]

The Client pt. II | kth

Genre: smut x ANGST x sex worker!au x some fluff i guess?? Pairing: nondiol!taehyung x sexworker!reader Rating: 18+ Word Count: 4.3k Warnings: semi-public(?) masturbation (male), finger fucking, vaginal sex, the sex is pretty vanilla but FEELINGS Author’s Note: I’m not putting a summary here because I don’t think the sex work bears repeating, BUT I will say that most of this fic is from Tae’s POV and briefly in the reader’s. Slightly unedited (I blame benadryl), but I hope you enjoy it!

He jingled the loose change, paper clip, and the occasional scrap of paper in his suit pocket. Taehyung stood in line at the coffee shop along with about ten other patrons ahead of him. He checked his watch for the thirtieth time in the last two minutes. Tapping his shoe, he leaned out to look at the person at the counter, seeing what the hold up was. Are you ordering for your family of twelve, what the fuck? he thought to himself. He had a meeting at 9 and it was pushing 8:30. Thankfully, his building was a block away. More people came in the door to stand behind him. He cringed every time he heard the stupid bell over the door. He was antsy, antsy because of the meeting and antsy because…well. He looked at his watch again. 8:31. Maybe he didn’t need caffeine. No, fuck that, he deserved this coffee.

That’s when he heard it. He hadn’t turned around as people came into the shop and piled in behind him; he was too concerned about the people ahead of him. Would it kill them to know their order before they got there? It was a voice he hadn’t expected to hear here, or anywhere for that matter. His fingers tightened around the change and paper clip until they dug into his palm and hurt. Immediately, his hands began to sweat, and he felt his back perspire under his silk shirt. His suit jacket suddenly became suffocating and all at once, coffee was the last thing on his mind. His mind was elsewhere, in a room he knew intimately with a girl whose body he knew better than any woman he had ever been with. The dark, silk fabric of the shirt you had given him felt like cool water across his skin. You looked devastatingly beautiful above him as you straddled his waist. He remembered you smelled like vanilla that night and the feeling of your lingerie bunched in his hands as you sat on his face. Your voice, your smile, your moans, all of it filled his mind in such quick succession that he forgot to breath for a few seconds.

He looked behind him slowly, eyes already averted downwards because he knew you were almost a head shorter than him. You didn’t see him as he turned to look over his shoulder. You looked so casual. You were swathed in an oversized hoodie, hood covering your hair, backpack on, and talking on your phone.

“No, I won’t be available Wednesday night.”

You sounded so professional, so he knew immediately it wasn’t someone you knew. His heart seized in his chest. What did he expect? It was your job and he was your client. He signed a contract when he first met you and he intended to follow your explicit rules because he didn’t know what he’d do if you fired him. No feelings. Wait. Wednesday. He was booked to see you Wednesday. His heart soared at the thought, but then immediately sunk as you spoke again.

“But I do have Friday evening available at six if you’d like. Perfect. Thank you.”

The conversation seemed to end then, so he quickly looked ahead of him, chewing his bottom lip to keep himself from turning around and saying something. He had never seen you in public before, so he wasn’t sure if it was…wrong to talk to you. He decided instead to look ahead and follow dumbly behind the others.

He looked at his watch again. 8:40. Three people ahead of him. You shuffled a little behind him, sniffling. He imagined that you were probably scrolling through your social media or talking to your real life friends. How he wished he had met you normally, like, maybe in a coffee shop. He wanted to laugh at the irony. Then your phone rang, some Twice song he recognized. And, you laughed, and he felt his chest tighten. This time you were talking to someone you knew, and your voice was so airy, so full of happiness, and so fucking beautiful. You had an almost pavlovian effect on him and he felt his mouth salivate suddenly.

Fuck you, Kim Taehyung, do not get a boner in here.

One person ahead of him. You were still talking when he got to the counter so you probably wouldn’t recognize his voice. It didn’t sound like you did as he stumbled over his words as he tried to listen to you at the same time. He shuffled sideways, trying not to turn towards you as he went to the end of the counter. He watched you put your phone on the counter, talking animatedly with the cashier as you politely gave your order and paid. He turned towards a rack of newspapers and stared at them as if they were interesting. You had picked up your phone and continued your conversation as you waited.

“Taehyung!” he heard yelled.

Your conversation didn’t falter. It wasn’t like his name was unique. He knew at least two other Taehyung’s. He kept his back to you as much as possible as he reached out for his drink and ducked out the door. Sighing heavily, he walked quickly to his building, making it just in time to reach his 9:00 meeting only a minute late.

At lunch, he sat at his desk, the cup of ramen steaming next to him as he absently stirred it with his chopsticks. He had closed his door behind him when he came back inside for some privacy. Now, he was sitting at his computer staring at the blank email he was about to type. You had been on his mind all throughout the meeting and if you asked him now, he wouldn’t remember half of it. He was still thinking about you, looking so small behind him, and relaxed. Something about it turned him on and broke his heart at the same time. No feelings. Why did he have to be so soft? Why did he have to be so romantic? He loved being with you and if it meant keeping his stupid mouth shut, he would. But, what if, he asked for it in role play? For an hour he could pretend you were his. For an hour he could treat you how he always wanted and at the end he could pretend it was all an act, like he usually did. One kiss to the corner of your mouth and because that wasn’t enough, he’d leave one on your lips. He’d keep his eyes closed and his thoughts focused solely on your lips against his, memorizing the softness of them, and holding the thought in the forefront of his mind until he could see you again.

He stared at the cursor, watching it blink methodically, thinking how he was going to write this out. He chewed on his lip, closed his eyes, and leaned back in his chair. The ramen was left, forgotten, and the steam had dissipated into the air. Your face was there in his mind and you were laid out under him in that same hoodie you wore today, eyes closed, perfect mouth formed into an O as his fingers slid inside of you. He had done it so many times that imagining the feeling wasn’t too hard. He was soon unbuckling his belt, undoing the button on his slacks, and had the zipper pulled down and his cock out of his boxers before he could even think twice about it. He had his hand on his cock, pumping himself as he thought of the perfect scenario with you. He could live out his wildest fantasy without you knowing the slightest about his feelings. His head fell back against his chair as he moved his hand faster, twisting his wrist just the way you did. When his fantasy reached its peak, he found himself coming into his hand, and he scrambled quickly to grab a nearby tissue before he made a mess of his suit. He sighed, staring at the ceiling as he held the sticky tissue balled in his hand, wondering what he had become. You were doing things to him he had never felt before. He berated himself again before he exhaled and threw the tissue in the trash. He stood up to right himself before sitting back down, wiping his hand again and grabbing some sanitizer to hold him over before he could go to the bathroom. With determination, he put his fingers to his keyboard and began to type.

Your POV

You heard your phone ping in your pocket as you sat at lunch with your friend outside of a café. She was telling you a story while simultaneously scrolling through facebook, so you didn’t feel too bad about pulling out your phone to see it was an email. You opened it and immediately recognized the email address it was from. Your heart quickened as you opened it, knowing it would be a scenario and requests for your session. It was…so domestic. You felt warmth bloom inside of you as you continued reading, totally ignoring your friend who had yet to notice. Then, you got to the list of requests, always at the bottom after he signed the letter, and you froze in shock at what you saw. The outfit he wanted you to wear was yours, down to the tee. Your gaze immediately shot up and to your surroundings, searching for the familiar dark mop of hair and wide smile, but he was nowhere to be seen. You looked back down at the email at the other requests; just a basic room set up, almost as if you were at home. That quote in the email stood out the most. Well, if it was you that he wanted, it was you you were going to deliver.

Taehyung’s POV

He walked excitedly and quickly among the going home crowd of the evening. It was Wednesday night and his night with you, and he had been on edge all day, willing time to go by faster at work as he kept his eyes glued to the clock. He made it early, which was fine, that gave him more time to calm down and change in the room. When he arrived, he pressed in the passcode you had sent him and was immediately met with the smell of what seemed to be fresh blueberry muffins. It smelled like you had been baking, but he knew that wasn’t true, this was all part of the set up. The room was set up as it usually was, and you had left out strawberry juice for him. He knew thoughtfulness was part of your job, but it made him feel good to know how observant of him you were. He quickly took off his suit and pulled sweatpants and a sweatshirt from his bag and pulled them on, feeling 100 times more comfortable. The small, electronic ding that signaled it was okay for him to enter sounded in the room. More nervous than he had ever been, he rubbed his palms on his thighs before getting up and going to the door. He held his hand there for a second, took a deep breath, and opened the door. The room was set up almost exactly how he had imagined you would. The bed was made up comfortably with a plain grey comforter and a fair number of pillows. The lights were dim as per usual, but a diffuser sat in one corner pumping out the smell of peppermint and lemongrass. Soft, 40s music played in the background and he suddenly felt so at ease. He had asked you to set up as if you were at home and he knew you were revealing a piece of yourself to him. He had found out more about you in the last thirty seconds than he had in any other session because they were always about him. And there you sat, in the middle of the bed, cross legged, hair up in a falling bun, black leggings, and the same hoodie he had seen you in before. You smiled softly at him as you patted the bed next to you.

“Come sit. It’s been a long day.” Your smile spread wider as he approached. He always knew how to act around you, always in a persona of sorts, as not to give himself away completely.

“Did you have a good day?” he asked, all a part of the act, you didn’t have to know he was serious.

“It wasn’t too bad. I got coffee before school this morning.” Taehyung’s breath caught as you liltingly began to talk, but you didn’t seem to notice as you kept talking. “Then I went to a couple of classes, pretty big test in one but it felt okay, then lunch with a friend, and…”

He couldn’t stand it any longer as he grabbed the back of your head and brought your lips to his. You sighed as he kissed you and he immediately explored your mouth with his tongue.

“What’s gotten into you?” you asked as you pulled away. The act.

“Can I make love to you?” he whispered. He watched your expression soften and your eyes glistened. You studied his eyes for a few seconds as if contemplating something.

“Of course, you can,” you whispered back.

He kissed you again with more passion this time, pushing you back against the blanket as he slotted himself on top of you. He held your face sweetly in his hands and kissed you even deeper, mouth almost devouring yours. If you couldn’t be his, tonight he would pretend like you were. He moved his hands to the back of your head, fingers buried in your hair as he tried to bring you even closer to him. You moaned as he kissed you more and he tried to let his mind think this was real, that you were all for him, and he was all yours. The thought sat there and grew until he believed himself and he felt like if he couldn’t tell you he could at least show you. He moved away, kissing your cheek lightly and then the underside of your jaw. You tilted your head back as he moved his lips down the column of your neck. He heard your breath catch and then shudder out of your mouth as he slowly moved up the other side, barely kissing you, but it seemed to be affecting you deeply. Your hands were buried in the back of his sweatshirt and your legs caged his hips, heels pushing his ass to get him closer. He ground against you and you moaned again, but he kept his kisses soft. Chest to chest and lips to lips again, he held you as close as possible, his left hand pulled your hair back gently to angle your mouth differently against his while his right was hot against your neck. You were pushing yourself up into him as if you were trying to get your body to meld with his. He kissed your neck again, opened mouth as you began to turn him on more and more. He situated himself more on his knees and you groaned as his weight disappeared, seeming disappointed. He skated his hand over the soft fabric of your sweatshirt, feeling your hardened nipple through it before he was at the hem of your leggings.

“Can I take these off?” he asked.

You nodded quickly as you reached down, and he stopped you by grabbing your wrist.

“Let me do it.” Your eyes searched his as he held your wrist. “Please.”

You nodded before laying back against the bed and he sat up, looking at you as he grabbed the waistband and slowly slid them down your legs, kissing the tops of your thighs, your knee, and calf as he pulled them off your legs. He slowly kissed his way back up and he felt the way you shivered as he kissed the inside of your thigh. He kissed your hipbone and you grabbed the hem of your sweatshirt to pull it off and he stopped you again.

“Leave it on, please.”

He wasn’t sure why he was saying please so much, but he wanted this to go exactly how he imagined because he wasn’t going to get this again. You pulled your hands away, only looking vexed for a second before relaxing again.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

He sighed, closing his eyes, soaking in the words and tried to believe they were real. Once again, his heart ached in his chest, hearing something he always longed to hear, every day, so sweetly from your lips, and it’s all a lie. But he had to push the feeling down so that he didn’t ruin this for himself.

His dipped his hand into your underwear, and your soft well-trimmed pubic hair brushed against his palm as he dipped his fingers to your center, lips on yours again. You immediately responded to him, chest arching upwards as he pushed two fingers barely inside of you. You were already so wet for him and for a moment he let himself believe it was only him that you needed for this. He pushed a little further and you moaned into his mouth. When he had them in as far as he could go, you bit at his bottom lip as your hands clawed up his back.

“You wanna come on my fingers, baby?” His lips were still against yours and he suddenly and all at once felt so hot. He wanted to take off all his clothes but there was no way in hell he was taking his fingers out of you yet.

“Please, Taehyung,” you moaned.

His name tumbled out in a shuddering breath and he felt himself grow harder and his entire body ached. He kissed the side of your neck wetly as he began to pump his fingers a little faster. Your feet slid along the cotton fabric, the sound of your soft skin brushing against it, music to his ears, as you opened your legs wider for him. Your hips began to roll in time with his fingers and he bit the skin under your ear. A small whine escaped your lips as he buried his face in your hair, hand holding your hair tightly as he breathed heavily. Your whimpers and sighs grew in tempo the faster he moved. He hooked his fingers knowing exactly how to have you shaking on the bed within minutes. You cried out as he began to hit it on each thrust of his fingers, curving them just right as his thumb found your clit. And soon, you did begin to shake. He felt it in your hands first as you seemed to never be able to hold enough of him, then your upper body as your chest rose against his quickly, and then in your hips as you circled them and they dug into the bed. His fingers kept up with you though, and he wanted this to be explosive. Your cunt tightened around him, and it only took a press of his thumb against your clit to have you crying out as you came. Your body shuddered, and you cried more as he pumped his fingers faster, extending your orgasm. You inhaled deeply and he felt your heart beating rapidly in your chest as he moaned into your skin.

“That’s it, baby, come all over my fingers.”

He kept his pace until your hands were at his wrist trying to pull him away and he did so as you gathered his face in your hands and brought his lips to yours.

When you kissed him it felt real, almost as if you reciprocated…no. This was still all an act and you were good at what you did, or he wouldn’t be here. Instead of letting his mind wander he sat up and pulled his sweatshirt over his head before pulling off his pants too. He reached over into the side table where he knew you always placed the condoms and pulled one out. You looked completely blissed out, glowing and lying among the pillows so beautifully he could hardly stand it. When he had the condom on, he moved back over you, hovering as he looked at you. Your eyes were half lidded, but your gaze never wavered as you looked at him. Instead of saying what his heart told him to he moved to kiss you again, he pulled your underwear off and, slower this time, he ran one of his hands over your swollen cunt. You whimpered just a little as he massaged your clit gently, dipping his fingers every now and again, and back to your clit. When you were ready, he ran the head of his cock up and down your slit as he kissed you. Your hands were buried in his hair, pulling at the roots, and your new pleasure spurred him on. Little by little, he pushed inside. You were still so swollen that it took time for him to push all the way to the hilt, but he went slow for your comfort. When fully inside, you sighed as if you had seen someone you had missed after a long time. Your hands softened their grip, opting instead to twirl your fingers in his curls. Your legs were back around his waist as he began to slide his cock in and out a little faster. You felt like heaven around him, even through the condom.

The smell of peppermint, lemongrass, and your natural scent filled his nose and senses, giving him an almost high as you continued to swallow him. He would take this memory to the grave, it would haunt his dreams, and it would plague his daily life from now on, but it was worth it, if for one night. Then, the both of you would go back to your roles, finding something else to do the next time he scheduled to be with you.

Your sighs and small moans were all he could hear and wanted to hear, if only you were in his bed, whispering these things out of love and not for money. But he had to push those thoughts back.

He looked at you as you closed your eyes, lost in pleasure as he fucked you. To an extent, this was real for you and at least he had that. You looked so magnificent, even more so than his daydream at lunch the other day. His subconscious couldn’t possibly do justice to your beauty. His breath quickened as he hooked one arm behind your knee, spreading you open a bit further so that his cock could go impossibly further. You cried out this time the deeper he hit and soon he saw tears running down your cheeks. You began to gasp, hands clawing at the blankets next to you, and Taehyung had never seen anything like you; not in museums, movies, or books and he was suddenly overwhelmed by it. He thrust faster, ensuring not to hurt you, and with the way you tightened again he knew you were close. He leaned down, drawing your knee closer to your chest.

“Fuck, Taehyung, fuck I’m g-gonna come, oh my god.” You were a stuttering mess as he made it his mission to have you come again. He was dangerously close and trying to stop himself before you got to.

Tears streamed faster down your face; eyes screwed shut as you came in silent cry. Your jaw dropped open and your body convulsed more than the last time you came, leg tensing in his grip as your back arched off the bed. He thrust faster and faster. Watching you come ignited a fire inside of him and he wished he could do this for you every morning and night. If you were his, he’d make you feel so good every day that you wouldn’t need to do this anymore, but then again, this wasn’t what you were here for.

He came with a loud moan, collapsing to his elbow as he came in the condom, wishing so badly he could fill you up. Wishing so badly to tell you,

“I love you.”

His body flushed with heat, suddenly still as he realized he said the words out loud. You, too, tensed beneath him, suddenly sobered up post orgasm. He slowly let go of your leg as he pushed away from you. You looked stunned as you searched his face, almost as if you were trying to figure out if this were part of the act; this domesticity he so wanted.

He sat back, pulling out of you, and you still sat looking at him and it was almost too much for him to bear. Why had he let himself say that?

“I think you need to leave,” you whispered finally.

His heart dropped at your words. He had indeed royally fucked up now.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why-,“ but you were cutting him off.

“Taehyung, please clean up and leave.”

You looked as if you were going to cry, but you kept an even expression as you stared at him, willing him to say anything more. You looked a little pissed and…sad.

He pulled the condom off, tied, and tossed it away. He didn’t bother to go to the bathroom even though he felt like he was going to puke at any moment. Instead, he put his clothes on quickly and walked to the door. He looked back at you and you were still in the same position on the bed, looking at him, tears welling up in your eyes and he wasn’t sure why what he said had that effect on you, but decided now was not the time to ask. He wanted to cry himself, but told himself it would be foolish now, not that he would do it for pity. He had already ruined any of his chances at coming back and you didn’t seem to be in the mood to talk about it. After all, he had signed a contract.

No feelings.

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[bubmyg]

footnote: better together - ksj

pairing: seokjin x reader

genre/warnings: neighbor!au, strangers to enemies to lovers, fluff, sugar glider fun, seokjin has a collection of stationary and alpaca statues, cheesy holiday goodness

word count: 10,935

summary: the tale of semi friendly notes exchanged passive aggressively between a pair of neighbors until they’re no longer threatening to blackmail one with voice memos of the other singing justin bieber in the shower or the one where you’re alone in your apartment complex and holiday activities are done better together

a/n: happy holidays and happy late birthday to mistre seokjinnie!!!!

Kim Seokjin had a way with delivering words. You’d, quite literally, discovered that hour one of indirect interaction with him. 

Three weeks and the newness of your apartment had started to fade, your decorations hung at slightly crooked angles from your pattered meanderings around the vicinity of your space, laundry dangling out of the hamper rather than meticulous stuffed inside, snacks now scrawled on a list pasted to the front of your fridge where their once full wrappers were hidden in the depths of your trash can. Muscle memory started to carry your legs up the back staircases and through narrow hallways for your apartment, passing by familiar decorations hung on the outside of doors and the occasional familiar face whose schedule happened to coincide somehow with yours. 

It was in a similar fashion that you assumed you had no neighbor directly next to you. The walls were paper thin as the individual across from you took great privilege in letting their door crash shut every time they opened it at four in the morning and from your limited knowledge of building layouts and the way yours slotted nicely to the neighboring apartment, you assumed that if you did have a neighbor, you would have heard them in their bathroom at least once at this point. 

You hadn’t. Not one noise. 

Three weeks into newness fading from your apartment meant built up grime in varying degrees was starting to plague your apartment, thus, time for the first weekend day dedicated entirely to scrubbing into crevices of tile and wood. The earbuds snug in your ears played some tune, something you vaguely recognized from the radio as you hummed absently to it in meandering into your bathroom to grab another wipe from the yellow cylinder perched on the counter. 

The pop of the lid opening and closing registered louder over the sound of your earbuds but it was the melody of something that didn’t at all match the music contained only to your ears that caused you to pause, disinfectant wipe dangling from the pinch of your thumb and index finger as you glanced around the small space. With your free hand, you clicked at the tiny white control dangling off your earbuds to silence your music, squinting as if the narrowing of your sight would help your ears pick up the source of the noise. 

Seeping between the drywall was the voice of Justin Bieber, or rather, the lyrics over a Justin Bieber track but the voice pitched higher, dramatic clearly for the fact that this water was in the shower but with a hint of training, melodious and mesmerizing to an extent. 

If only that voice weren’t loud as fuck. 

You tried to ignore it by tapping your volume up a notch and clicking to a playlist of songs that were just a fraction louder than before. And for the most part, you did forget about the actions of your apparent new neighbor while you scrubbed down the cheap countertops in your kitchen and piled trash bags near the door to take down to the dumpster when it wasn’t dark and less than ten degrees outside. 

The volume in your ears sank as the sag of your couch cushions swallowed your stature, allowing your muscles to relax as you paused your music and let your eyes close for a moment of peace. Except there was the patter of water that wasn’t rain or snow or any type of precipitation coating the window beyond your cheap curtains but instead your neighbor still showering. With a groan, your thumb tapped at your phone screen a few times. 

Taehyung answered half a ring in, “Can’t talk right now, just let the water for my ramen boil over—”

“Wait, did you actually?”

“No,” You heard a vague, high pitched laugh, “For what do I owe the pleasure of your correspondence?”

“I have a new neighbor.”

“Awe, did your landlord spoil the surprise? It’s me!”

You rolled your eyes, “Were you belting Justin Bieber in the shower earlier?”

“How’d you know?”

“Tae—” 

“No, I wasn’t. I’m offended you’d even think that of me.”

“Someone must have moved into the empty apartment next to me while I was at work last night. And they are a better singer than Justin Bieber.”

“Not hard to accomplish that, dove—”

“What do I do? It was funny for like two seconds but I can’t deal with that all the time every night.”

Taehyung scoffed noisily with his lips, “I don’t know. Tell the front desk?”

“Hoseok will be of absolutely no assistance,” You blinked at the far wall from your couch as one of the decorative picture frames you had hung from a command strip began to shake a bit. Popping out an earbud, you found muffled shower sounds replaced with the slam of bathroom cabinets and the uninhibited sound of music, something you vaguely recognized from your previous, radio friendly playlist. “I guess I’ll just hope that it’s the new environment thing running its course. Hopefully I won’t have to experience a terrible concert every time my neighbor wants to shower…”

“I hope that for you as well…” Your best friend trailed off on the other end, “I was partially kidding about the water thing so I kind of have to go...but definitely call me if you have anymore juicy updates on the new neighbor. Maybe I’ll come over sometime and experience it for myself.”

“Go tend to your ramen mess and don’t make Yoongi clean it all up,” Taehyung made another noise of indignation before you signed off with a soft bye, tapping the end button on your phone with another slipping sigh. 

You stared at the wall until the popular radio tunes had faded, just a noise but nothing distinguishable as the new tenant had evidently moved out of the bathroom. You had half the mind to connect a bluetooth speaker to your laptop and blast something off of one of your albeit embarrassing playlists but you didn’t feel petty enough for your neighbor’s first night so you gathered your clothes and fiddled at the creaky dial on your shower in silent peace. 

The damp towel hung loosely from your neck as you wandered back into the hallway, humming something in place of music but pausing the noise and your steps when something white fluttered underneath your front door. Squinting, you tugged the towel a bit tighter and gripped onto the baggy center of your hoodie as you crouched to swipe up the piece of paper. 

It was patterned stationery, a step below cardstock maybe with purposeful, cloudy puffs of grey sprinkled throughout the slightly offwhite paper. Elegant paper, if paper could be elegant, ruined by the messy scrawl of a bleeding black pen, lettings pinched and scrunched to the top half of the paper when they easily could have stretched throughout. In fact, the only thing on the bottom half of the paper was a signature line, spread out and blocky. 

Hey, your new neighbor here...if you haven’t noticed, the walls are a bit thing. If you could keep it down when you’re on the phone, that’d be really helpful. Wouldn’t want to have to tell the front desk, you know? Have a nice (quiet) night! - Kim Seokjin (or...your new neighbor). 

Your handwriting turned out equal in horrendous quality as your shaking hand etched across a piece of notebook paper you yanked out of a drawer in the kitchen. Seokjin’s note fluttered sadly to the floor as you passed where you’d slammed it down on the edge of your kitchen counter, nearly crumpling the return letter in hand as you retched open your apartment door. 

Hey, your neighbor here. I’ll keep that in mind but I’d say you should probably heed your own advice. Wouldn’t want to broadcast a voice memo of you singing 2013 Justin Bieber to the entire building, now would we? Have a nice (quiet!) existence - your neighbor (I don’t think you’ve earned my name quite yet). 

In your angered haste, you knocked on the door before you slid the paper underneath, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of stumbling upon it some time throughout the evening like you had. You, and your hazed subconscious, wanted them to know of your threat now.

...until everything screeched back into reality when a few locks fluttered and the door was yanked open to reveal your neighbor, Kim Seokjin. 

Wet black hair was swept backward by a searching hand, black joggers snug underneath a massive pink sweater that hung off the knuckles of each hand, the one in his hair and the one clutching your crumpled piece of notebook paper. His facial features were gentle but critical, dark eyebrows pulled inward, plump lips pursed until they gradually pulled outward into a smile as soft brown irises flicked haphazardly across the contents of the note. 

“So, what you’re saying is…” Seokjin looked at you, one eyebrow cocking, “You don’t like my music?”

“I don’t like how loud your music is.”

He leaned into his open door, laughing, “Touche’.” 

“Just…” You clenched your fists by your side and you half assumed frustrated steam was billowing quietly out of your ears, “Just try to keep it down, please? And if you have a grievance with me just...come knock on my door or something.”

“Only if you don’t threaten to broadcast my bad shower singing—” He paused in place of your name, one you provided with a sigh. He repeated it with a giddy grin, sticking his hand out that you unwillingly shook, “Nice to meet you.”

Except Seokjin all but refused to knock on your door for anything, instead leaving you messily passive aggressive pieces of various colored stationary underneath the sizable crack in your apartment door. 

Forest green with darker specks in between had the request for your Wifi password after he’d given some sob story via barely comprehensible handwriting about how his provider couldn’t make it for another week and he needed to submit something for his work now or he’d get fired. You’d refused, obviously, with a silent protest of not returning his request, something he countered with ridiculously obnoxious music for hours straight until you caved and thrust a ripped shard of yellow notebook paper underneath his door. 

Only when he’d navigated onto his laptop did he notice that you’d changed your Wifi network name to don’t use this to stream Justin Bieber. A week later, when your connection finally turned to normal did a new network shuffle among the list of others scattered throughout your building. 

Using this to stream Justin Bieber. 

A pastel blue sheet with purple and navy specks through it came to your door to asking about a printer, Seokjin claiming he’d heard the unmistakable sound through the paper thin walls and that he desperately needed to use it as his suddenly wouldn’t connect to his laptop. If he hadn’t heard a printer, the asterisk at the bottom informed you to disregard completely. 

The largest part of you knew it would be a disaster if you were to give him the ability to connect to your bluetooth printer but the smallest part of you knew you couldn’t hide that secret and he’d just torture you with a Disney movie soundtrack until you caved so you scrawled out connection instructions and taped part of the user manual to the note you slid underneath. 

It took him a week to start taking advantage of the printer, beginning to use it in place of his notes instead of trekking down the hallway to push cardstock beneath the crack. The first couple were serious, a request for a spare iPhone charger, a half attempt at getting you to invite him over for dinner with a compliment to how good your dinner smelled. The next couple were ridiculous, a meme outdated by about three years, a Wikipedia page on the history of twist bottle caps that he insisted was just an accident with the next print. 

Then there was one you thought was ridiculous until the same message printed again on fake cardstock, a color he’d applied to the paper that printed in your apartment (soft pink with maroon splotches) and added text that said THIS IS NOT A JOKE, HELP ME. 

You vaguely understood the logistics of sugar gliders but you grabbed a hand towel on your way out of your apartment anyway, picking careful feet on the patterned carpet as to not accidentally step on the creature. It found you first, however, scurrying underneath your pant leg and you had to muffle your scream in the towel as you crouched, managing to fish the sugar glider out with little trouble and throw yourself into Seokjin’s apartment when he opened the door for the tap of your foot against the bottom of it. 

“He was outside?” Seokjin took the towel from you to inspect the tittering creature with wide eyes, “How did you get outside?” 

“You’re welcome—”

“Please don’t turn me in,” There was a separate panic in Seokjin now that he’d retrieved his pet, referencing the no animal aside from non aggressive fish rule in the apartment building. Another second of you being silent and he continued to ramble, “I don’t have anywhere else to take him and he’s good most of the time I just—”

“Seokjin,” You held up a palm, “I’m not going to turn you in.”

He bounced the towel in his arms like it was a human baby, eyeing you with innocent irises, “On any conditions or you just won’t period?”

You considered his proposition for a moment and felt a tiny bit bad for making conditions on him keeping his pet. But only a tiny bit. 

“Stop playing your music so loud,” You proposed. “And I’ll stop using your printer!” Seokjin’s words ran together and his eyes bugged wider, “I’ll give you my number so we can stop wasting paper. Anything…”

He thrust out the hand that wasn’t cradling his pet, “...deal?”

You sighed, watching as his sugar glider’s nose began to twitch and he burrowed into the tiny nest made by your towel. “Deal…”

Except that deal lasted less than a week and he was back to playing music at a ridiculous volume, clattering his cabinets loudly, printing so much it ran out your black ink and you had to ask for money to go buy a new cartridge when you took his heaving stack of documents over to his door. 

You tried banging on the wall as a warning, something you’d never thought of before, an action that caused the lowering of volume for no more than ten minutes before it was up again and you were back to digging the heel of your palm in the shared wall separating your bathrooms (and apartments). 

This was the first time he’d texted you, something you stared at for a hard few seconds upon forgetting to save his name to the contact information, just a puke emoji. It was the contents of the message that jogged your memory. 

Were those knocks Morse code for a song request? 

You sighed, angrily tapping into your phone. 

No, they meant shut the fuck up. 

Months of living in your building meant you had a general idea to the schedules of those who lived around you and how they coincided to yours. That meant you generally parked in the same parking place, took the same route up the stairs, pressed a halfhearted smile into your cheeks at the same people in the lobby and the elevator and the halls. That entire routine was thrown off when you worked over one day, sweat tattered into your hairline and the buttons on your clothes itching to become baggy sweatpants before you departed for an exam that evening and all you could think about was the newly empty parking spot that was entirely closer to the door than where you normally parked. 

In the time it took to shed your polo and jeans smelling of the restaurant you waitressed at part time and grab your backpack, there was someone parked directly behind you, effectively boxing you into the space that had a concrete wall in the front and two other cars on either side. At first, you assumed it was an accident until you got closer and the soft wind fluttered at a piece of pastel purple stationary with blue tick marks splattered throughout it. 

I see you are enjoying the convenience of my parking spot. The code word is “penis”. Scream it loudly down the hallway and I’ll come out and move my car currently blocking you in. If I don’t “hear” from you in an hour, I’m calling a tow truck. Yours truly, Jin :)

You were shaking by the time your trembling legs brought you in front of his door, your voice miserable in rising to say plenty loud enough, “Penis.”

There was a gentle cackling from the other side of the door and his voice answered back, “Not loud enough.”

Anger, one like the initial day he’d moved in next to you, began to lace into the exhaustion and anxiety crippling the swirling pit of your stomach. It caused your voice to rise a second, unashamed octave, “Penis!”

Seokjin’s fingers tapped on the inside of the door and he hummed, “Still can’t quite hear you, darling.”

Your fists curled so tight it crumpled the note in your hand and you set your shoulders, letting your vocal chords waver as you, pointedly screaming, “Penis! Penis, penis, penis—”

The door swung open to reveal Seokjin’s concerned features, his hands lifting in penance but you continued to repeat the word, pausing only to chastise, isn’t this what you wanted? until a lock could be heard down the hall and Seokjin panicked enough to grab your wrist and tug you into the depth of his apartment. 

When he dropped your wrist, you silenced, staring hard at the scrunch of his features and it was the ripping sob that made you immune to the way he’d asked if you were okay approximately three times before the first of the tears began to appear across your cheeks. 

“You have my number!” You wailed, hysterical, “Why couldn’t you have just called me like a normal fucking person and asked me to move my car?”

Seokjin stuttered, “A-are you going somewhere?” His eyes flicked to the strap of the backpack that you gripped for dear life. 

“I have an exam tonight asshole. Not like you care but I’m probably going to miss that too.”

“No, no, you won’t just—” He darted somewhere and returned with a wad of tissues and his car keys, “—dry your face and let’s go. I’ll drive you.”

“I don’t want you to drive me,” You dabbed at your face with the wad of tissues rather than separating them individually, “I want you to move your car.”

“But—”

“Seokjin,” Your voice rose again, only to dip into a tremble as more tears leaked miserably from the corners of your eyes, “Just move your car. Please.”

The next note came two days after you’d been fifteen minutes late for your exam, paired with the warm scent of freshly baked cookies. The plain piece of white paper advertised that too, that there was a plate of cookies waiting for you just outside your door and you probably needed to get them quickly before other tenants started to think you were running a one person bake sale from inside your apartment. You munched a sizable dent into the tiny pile of chocolate chip lain treats while thumbing softly over the tiny heart curled into the corner of Seokjin’s signature, considering it as some sort of unspoken apology. 

He didn’t stop there in his quest to earn back your trust, to amend the absolutely heartbroken expression plastered to your features as a buildup of stress but that he took as his fault for taking the friendly enemy step one footprint too far. 

For example, you didn’t question how he’d discovered it was your laundry tumbling in the dryer down in the common area of your floor. Maybe he’d correctly guessed, but regardless, he’d piled your laundry in neat, sorted piles in the white wire basket you’d left perched on top of the machine. You tried to ignore that he’d touched, multiple, pairs of your underwear and instead took the clothes against your side in the trek back to your apartment. 

And aside from targeted attacks of penance, he overall tried to be a quiet neighbor, giving off the impression that no one lived there aside from the occasional slip of a shutting cabinet and the flick and click of his door knob and lock. The top forty playlists had ceased along with any other form of music and once you caught him exiting his apartment with earbuds attached to his phone, something a few months ago that you weren’t entirely sure he owned. 

It went on this way until the fall month melted into deep winter, ice covering the sidewalks in a thin layer on the first day that it seemed plausible that there would be a white Christmas and you loathed it like the various warnings of canceled (in your email, on the airline website, through the tight lipped voice of the attendant who you’d spoken on the phone with, to the many news warnings flashing across the television screen every time you turned it on to something that was vaguely a news channel) attached to your flight tickets lain forgotten underneath some loose change on your kitchen counter. 

You took in the supportive text messages from your family and friends back home with misty eyes kin to the thin glaze of ice covering the window in your apartment that promised not to melt for at least a week, if not the exact opposite and enhance by a few quarter inches with the cold front coming in directly before Christmas. Your fleece blanket served as a tiny, furry cave, sheltering you from the crippling sense of loneliness that came with being alone on the holidays, a sense that plagued your very being of living alone yet heightened when you had the expectation of it ending for a few days while being at home surrounded by other people. 

The Snapchat notification from Taehyung went unopened when you saw his story said he’d just touched down in his hometown, just hours before cancellations began to flood in to that particular airport. You swiped away the missed call notifications from your parents that served only to cheer you up but assumed would just make the tired butterflies in your stomach sink. You moved the stack of neatly wrapped presents in your corridor to the hall closet that only contained a vacuum and a dustpan (no broom), even the present that you’d scrawled Seokjin’s name over but had considered keeping for the sake of your own dignity several times over. 

You even managed to loathe the wall you shared with Seokjin a bit extra, as it was eerily silent, no annoying albeit comforting ambience filtering from it but instead dead silence, reminding you that you were virtually the only person left in your entire building, if not the entire vicinity of the your suburban side of the college town. 

Until that wall began to chatter, first with a barely there scuffle of things against the floor and second with the unmistakable sound of music, his trademark no less, except in holiday fashion this time, melodious bells and jingles marking the underneath of lyrics you couldn’t hear but beats you could vaguely recognize. 

Half of your exhausted conscious thought it was a mirage, that you were simply imagining that your neighbor was still here with you as the second and only two individuals left in the entire building, so it aided in your carelessness of wrapping your fleece blanket tighter to your shoulders and venturing out into the hallway. The music of your mirage only seemed to grow louder the closer you shuffled to his door, and you timed your knocks with the tune of jingle bells until you were met with the panicked expression of Seokjin, one you’d seen only once before when you’d been cradling his nearly lost pet in a clump of grey towel. 

“Shit,” He cursed, “I figured you’d went home, I’m sorry. I’ll turn the music down again, that’s entirely my bad I was just…” Seokjin trailed off, gesturing quietly over his shoulder and when he stepped aside, you could see the mass of a fallen, plastic tree along with nearly a dozen half opened packages of ornaments. Green metal hooks decorated all the spaces in between, ones curled like his lips into the dimples in his cheeks when he shrugged, “...was trying to put up my tree, is all.”

“Oh,” You nudged your nose into the material around your shoulders, “It’s alright, I just...didn’t think you were here either—” You tried to smile underneath the puffy, sewn hem, “—making sure it was you, you know. Being a watchful neighbor.”

The tiniest of grins manifested to his lips, gradual in growing into the slight wheeze of his laughter but the speech he articulated didn’t quite match, just a soft, “Yeah…”

A few more heartbeats of awkward and you broke the trance with a nod towards the floor, taking a step back, “Well, if you need me then...you know where to find me.”

Seokjin returned your nod. “Yeah. I mean yeah, yeah same.”

You were two sad shuffles down the hall when something was tugging on the end of your blanket. It was Seokjin with the grey fleece held hostage, tugging softly again before dropping it all together, the round of his mouth suggesting the mortification he felt at the situation as the tips of his ears slowly grew red but none of that stopped his invitation. 

“Do you want to help me put up my tree?”

When you just stared at him from underneath your makeshift cape, he held up a single finger, a sharp wait! before a distinct crashing could be heard as he stumbled back into his apartment. Moments later he returned with a strip of that familiar stationery, ripped a bit more on the perforated edge in his haste but the message read semi clear as he pressed the paper to the wall and began to mark on it with a thickly tipped black marker. 

With all the giddiness in the world, he thrust the note toward you. 

Come help me decorate my tree?1 (pretend that one is a footnote) and at the bottom, smooth edge of the paper footnote: this activity is done better together. promise. 

In all your short lived instances of appearing in Seokjin’s doorway to explain notes or hand him documents (or sugar gliders), you’d never taken the time to really look at his apartment or at least, those parts of it you could see. Perched on his couch while he stretched on his tiptoes to plant a plastic star with red glitter woven through the middle was an entirely different perspective, especially when the itchy wool inscribing an ostrich with a Santa hat on the front rode up a bit on his hip bones and you had to force yourself to examine the apartment rather than the occupant of said apartment. 

It was a similar layout to your own, an open concept living room into a kitchen with fully functioning appliances (his fridge, for example, freckled white and covered in so many magnets you would almost venture to describe the color as magnetic). There was a hallway beyond the wall in which the couch you perched on was pressed to, to the right, his bedroom and to the left, the connection of your bathrooms. In theory, your walls touched in more places than just the initial hotspot that was the shower concert, but seeing the layout for yourself in comparison to how you knew yours was laid out did nothing to change the perception already ingrained in your conscious. 

Seokjin seemed to go for modern and minimalistic decorations, monochromes the theme for the big (the black leather couch and matching armchair, the white drawers shoved into the black outlined entertainment center), and wildly neon for the accents (a sharp red shag rug pressed underneath your socked feet, tiny alpaca figurines shoved onto decorative shelves and coffee table corners, a round pink bunny pillow with a questioning eyebrow taking the place of a decorative pillow on his couch). 

One alpaca in particular caught your attention, standing upright with a tiny red bow around its neck as it seemed to wave in your direction from it’s place on the edge of the entertainment center. Seokjin’s voice dragged you away from being endeared by it, however, and you again felt your face heating as your eyes tore to the dip in his exposed spine. 

“Hello,” He crooned again and you tried to ignore the slight slant in his lips when you finally met his gaze, “Is the star straight?”

You blinked up to where the red spined topper was very clearly lopsided. “Not even close.”

“Okay,” You were quickly growing endowed to the wheeze in his laughter, “Which direction does it need to go?”

There was a vague flick of your wrist toward the front door. He complied and you shook your head, “No...back this way.”

Too far again the wrong direction. Too far back. Nearly tumbling backward off the tree. Pressed forward so the tip was pointing toward you. 

Finally, you shrugged, “...that’s good enough.”

Seokjin groaned, letting the pins and needles in his arms relax as he turned to you with slumped shoulders and accusing eyes. “You’re not very good at this thus far,” He told you, placing the bend in his thumb and pointer finger to the high rise of his waist. 

“I don’t have much practice this year,” Your voice was light but the implication of the words wasn’t and Seokjin sensed it. 

“Not much of a decorator?” 

You answered the unasked question, “No. I was waiting to do it with my family.”

“Oh.” He shuffled away from the tree to bend over a cardboard box, traping a tangled mass of green wired lights from within. His attention focused on straightening them out while he inquired gently, “...so you are you staying here over the holidays?”

“Yes. My flight was canceled and a proper one won’t be available until after the holidays.”

“Oh,” Seokjin emphasized the word, nodding mostly to himself as he let the unlit lights drape down his front to sway against his legs, “Good, good. Me, uh...me too. I mean I’m staying here too. And my flight got canceled. The me too was to that part, too—”

“Good,” You happily dismissed the rambled ends of the conversation there, unfurling your legs from underneath you to stand, “Want some help with those?”

You aided each other in wrapping the thin, artificial tree in four strands of twinkling white lights, passing each other the looped wad in front and behind the plastic limbs, careful not to dislodge the prior work of the balanced star while also assuring the bulbs sat nestled in the branches. It looked a bit overwhelmed, wrapped in unlit green wires until Seokjin crawled to the floor to jam one end in the nearby outlet, only to have the tree look a bit underwhelming when only two of the strands lit up, those two being the ones that hugged the middle half of the tree. 

The next twenty minutes were spent silently checking each individual bulb, Seokjin stretching back for the top of the tree while you crouched below. You’d barely made it halfway when he was waddling determinedly off into the apartment, only to return with a creaky wooden chair that he ordered you to sit on while you did the work. 

“What if we rotate the tree as well,” He proposed, fingers reaching for the light he left off on, “That way we don’t have to, oh—” His fingers twisted into one of the bulbs and suddenly, his entire strand came on with yours following close after. A puzzled smile stretched into his cheeks as he regarded you where you sat on the edge of the chair he’d brought you, “—well, never mind.”

“You know…” You’d watched him meticulously separate green hooks from each other in silence for far too long, “You can turn your music back on.”

A pile of hooks snagged haphazardly against each other fell to the floor when he looked at you. The silence was affecting his ability to function as well, clearly, particularly when he said, “The music? What music?”

“The....the music that you were—?”

As if to cover himself after the handful of heartbeats that were nothing but silence in response to your statement, Seokjin began to laugh, a high pitched wheezing sound that paired to the hand he cupped across his stomach and the other that he slapped against his thigh. 

“Oh, right,” Seokjin nodded, stumbling on the fibers of the festive socks on his feet to wherever the source may be, “That music.”

You took it upon yourself to untangle the hooks. 

The exchange of silence stayed for the first few songs on the holiday playlist, an unspoken teamwork of you weaving hooks on shiny plastic bulbs while Seokjin placed them evenly around the tree. It took a package of red and silver ornaments and half a package of unconventional, squished lamp shaped ornaments of a green hue before he began to hum. 

They were hums that grew louder as your fingers brushed in the transfer of hooked ornaments until he was essentially serenading you with the seam of his lips pressed tightly together, prolonging the shared contact on the ornaments as he leaned a fraction closer with his head wiggling to the beat and a smile tugging upward on his sealed lips. 

Then he was singing, something akin to the tone of voice you’d heard him use the very first day he’d moved in. A bit pitchy but on purpose, careless and carefree, soft at first but growing louder the more comfortable he got with you being in the presence of a one man audience for a one man concert. 

And then his voice switched, something more formal, a bit whispery and genuinely beautiful. It had you pausing in your actions, hook in one hand and ornament in another while the corner of your jaw began to unhinge. He was lost in it, unaware that you’d failed to hand him another ornament until he turned with eyes screwed shut and bumped into your outstretched fists. 

Seokjin’s eyes popped open, immune to the expression on your features as he took the ornament from you, placing the unhooked plastic and the hook on separate places on the tree before sliding his hands into yours. His voice wavered between silly and trained, happily wavering your intertwined hands in between your bodies as he danced your figures in messy circles around the myriad of excess decorations. 

“You can step on my feet, you know,” Seokjin assured, letting go of one of your hands to coax you into a stumbling circle. When you made the revolution, he held you at arms length as the streaming service through the speaker buffered between songs.

“I’m not close enough to step on your feet.”

He regarded you for the half second it took a single eyebrow to cock before he jerked on your arm, tugging you nearly on top of his toes. Seokjin hushed, “Is this better?”

There was a distinct waft of cinnamon and vanilla that filtered off the smiling ostrich stretched across his broad stature paired with a comforting warmth that soothed through the stabilizing hand you’d pressed to his chest. Your gaze trailed upward from the stitched tufts of hair woven into the top of the ostrich’s head to meet Seokjin’s gentle eyes, irises brewed in something that radiated the same coffee warmth of the rest of his aura. 

Bluntly, you answered, “Yeah, I’m standing on your feet now.”

He took that as his cue to rock you back and forth, still perched on the tops of his feet, matching the beat of the more melancholy instrumental that filled the apartment. The sun had begun to set outside, lessening the natural light into a glossy orange hue that enhanced the twinkle of lights now forgotten on the tree as two shadows curled around the small space and melded into each other. 

“You have a nice singing voice,” You said to his collarbone, afraid to meet his gaze again. 

“Thank you,” Seokjin squeezed one of your hands, “You’re a terrible dancer.”

It was reflex to smack his shoulder, daring your gaze up at him just to glare and in turn sending the two of you into a fit of unabashed laughter. It was laughter that brought the curl of your bodies closer together, gripping each others hands tighter, until the giggles died into soft smiles directed solely to each other. 

Seokjin cocked his head after a moment, “Would you like to stay and watch a movie?”

“I don’t have much in my cabinet other than this—” A warm bowl of ramen was placed gently on the fold out TV tray in front of you, “—and this…” Next was a paper bowl filled to the top with buttery popcorn. Seokjin held a sheepish smile when you glanced up at him to thank him, “Movie night essentials, you know.”

You hummed, sliding the wrapper from the chopsticks he’d provided to absently dig them through the noodles, “Thank you. We could have ordered something, you know…”

“Yeah? What could we have ordered?” The smile on his lips was teasing as he gestured for the ice stained window in the corner where flakes of new falling snow could vaguely be seen. “I don’t think much is open anyway...we’re pretty close to campus and nearly everyone has gone home.”

You moaned into the first bite you pushed past your lips, “That should have been us. Don’t remind me.”

“What?” Seokjin plopped next to you on the couch, dragging his own TV stand closer to ruffle around at the utensils and bowls, “You mean you’d rather have a home cooked meal and a tree with fully functioning lights?” His eyebrows lifted in the direction of the tree you’d aided in decorating where the bottom strand of lights flickered each time you stepped on his floor with a little too much force. 

“Thank you, though. Seriously,” You let your next bite of ramen pool back into the bowl, eyeing it as you confessed, “It’d be worse to be alone so...I’m thankful you’re stuck here too.”

A surprised noise left Seokjin’s lips as he mumbled around the chipmunk shape of his cheeks as a result his own steaming bowl, “Well I’m glad you’re here too—” He swallowed thickly, leaning over to nudge you with his elbow, “—you’re not a half bad tree decorator. The lights are my fault somehow, I’m sure.”

The television was on but without anything playing, just the home screen of various applications and the name of the building cable provider in the corner. You ate through the silence of a dozen mouthfuls of food until Seokjin began to hum to himself again, shoving his bowl aside to dig busy fingers in the popcorn while his free hand went fishing in the couch cushions. You watched as he returned, triumphant, with a remote, clicking at the buttons with the brush of his thumb. 

“What do you want to watch?” He continued to munch happily on his popcorn as he opened a streaming service and navigated to the holiday section. “Any traditions you’re being deprived of this year?”

You watched as he skimmed past the green, yellow, and blue cover of— 

“Elf is pretty good,” You murmured, stirring the ends of your chopsticks through the leftover broth in your bowl. 

Seokjin navigated back to it quickly, pressing play before he asked, “Oh, yeah? I don’t know that I’ve ever watched it all the way through.”

“You’ve never watched Elf?” You passed the utensils in your fingers aside to reach for your untouched bowl of popcorn, pulling it against your chest as you leaned back into the couch cushions. You stuck the first of the pieces in as the beginning tune of the opening credits filled the apartment, “Well, you’re in for a treat.”

He was still giggling by the time Christmas was saved by the less than magical voice of James Caan singing Santa Claus is Coming to Town in the middle of Central Park but not enough that he was distracted from you nudging him off your shoulder to gently take his dirty dishes and empty trash to usher it all into the kitchen. 

“You don’t have to do that,” Seokjin rushed, galloping after you only before nearly tumbling headfirst over the TV tray still folded open in front of him. He caught up to you as you began to run water through the dirtied bowls, “I invited you to stay, wouldn’t I be a bad guest making you do my dishes?”

“Don’t let me do them, then. Help me,” You handed him the rinsed bowl and gestured to what appeared to be a frayed sponge and a half full bottle of soap. You made a point of grabbing the soap and pressing a dollop of it onto the otherwise dry sponge Seokjin lifted to scrub through the curved inside of the bowl. “Then you can let me meet your sugar glider. Properly.”

“Gukmul,” Seokjin nodded, letting the half clean bowl splatter to the suds below, “I”m sure he’ll be thrilled to properly meet his savior.”

You started to say his name as he disappeared down the hall of the apartment, effectively leaving you with the dishes all over again. He was quick though, you halfway through rinsing the bowl he’d abandoned when he returned with a towel shaped ball, your towel, curled against his chest. 

“Here,” He gently held the bundle out toward you, especially when the white furred creature with grey ears poked its head out from between the sanction of his owner’s palms. “You hold him and I’ll do that.”

You dried your hands on the front of your pants, brushing fingers with Seokjin as you assured him you had the bundled up creature, quickly bringing him against your chest. Gukmul didn’t stay in the cocoon for long, regarding you with black beaded eyes until he made his move. Tiny, jumping movements let him glide up the front of your sweater until he was perched against your neck, content with his tiny heartbeat rapidly brushing against your skin. 

“He likes you,” Seokjin nodded, placing one bowl aside to reach for the other. 

“Is he going to jump off?” You countered, too preoccupied with how soft the little animal was for proper flashbacks of the last incident to flash in your conscious. 

“Probably not,” He grinned when you looked horrified, “What? I can’t guarantee he won’t.”

“...although he might want to stay a little longer if you bribe him with a treat—” Seokjin jerked a suddy thumb over his shoulder, “There’s cut apples in the refrigerator if you want to feed him one.”

Elongated, picking footsteps carried you toward the refrigerator, ones in which Gukmul barely moved an inch other than to stabilize himself against your shoulder. The same amount of care was taken to get back across the room once you’d retrieved the apple cube, successful in not losing the tiny sugar glider until he resided in your palm with his treat happily munched between his cheeks. 

“Will you help me pick up all the decoration stuff too?” 

You glanced up at Seokjin from where you’d previously been watching his pet with utter fascination. “If job can be to hold Gukmul so he doesn’t get in the way, then yes.”

“He has a cage for that,” He placed the second, clean bowl aside before reaching for the pan he’d cooked the noodles in. He exchanged an amused glance between you and the sugar glider, “I was kidding, anyway. You don’t have to help me.”

“I was still just joking, you know,” He told you a few minutes later when you stood shoulder to shoulder in front of the dozen plastic bins that looked as though they’d puked holiday cheer onto the tile floor of Seokjin’s apartment. “You don’t have to help me.”

“I’m going to help you.”

You moved to crouch on the floor to collect stray hooks and an assortment of miniature, icicle shaped ornaments that had scattered outside of their plastic box when he was cupping your elbow to halt you. 

“Wait—” Seokjin held up a finger with a mischievous glint in his irises that tucked into the corner of his eyes to regard you, “—I have an idea of what to do with these.”

“Are we going to get in trouble for this?”

Seokjin huffed dramatically from below, hands shifting off the small of your back so that he nearly got two handfuls of your ass. “Probably not, now attach the garland before I drop you.”

The connection of the twist tie around the wire of the green branches was messy but it secured enough along the top part of the cabinets in the common area of your floor, perfect timing for the way your foot slipped off the small part of counter top and proceeded to throw most of your body weight into Seokjin’s palms. 

“I’ll never forgive you if you let me fall,” You threatened.

“That implies that you’ve forgiven me for everything else,” Seokjin grunted, bracing his weight and pushing until you were stabilized again, “So that to me is a win.”

You glanced at him over your shoulder, finding the tiniest bead of sweat matting down black fringe on one side of his face but he was wholly serious as he huffed and got a tighter grip on your back. You teased gently so he would look at you, “Who said I forgive you for anything?”

This time, his palms did cup your ass in route to land on the backs of your thighs, exasperated as he began to rant, “I am still sorry for being the shittiest neighbor ever. I had no idea you had an exam that day but it didn’t really matter I shouldn’t have done that anyway and—”

“Jin,” You trusted your balance enough to flick a socked foot backward at his face, “Hand me the lights.”

Seokjin whined into handing you the rolled up wires, “You didn’t let me finish.”

You sighed, tossing the outlet end of the lights down the side of the cabinets before beginning the meticulous weave through each of the rungs on the cabinet. 

“Proceed.”

“I was going to say I still owe you some more fresh baked cookies,” He grunted when you shifted and squeezed your thighs, “but I’m really not sure that I’m sorry anymore.”

He regarded the work you’d done around the small common area with a critical eyebrow, standing shoulder to shoulder with you as he took in your surroundings. The lights had proved easier to weave than the garland, now on and twinkling between the tiny bits of artificial green. You’d hung a few leftover bulbs for good measure, tucking them back into the greenery. A tiny tree, one you’d fished out of forgotten presents in your hall closet, sat idle on the corner of the cabinet, directly next to the microwave that didn’t work and the sink that no one obeyed the don’t do your dishes here rule of. You’d looped the last of the multi colored lights to that short, fake vegetation, clicking settings on the little dial until the lights were programmed to a periodic flashing motion. The glitter all over the floor was simply a hazard of all the other decorations but it added to the ambiance, especially when the time curled dangerously close to the midnight hour, reflecting the blues of the snow outside through the glass windows lining each part of the common room before they disappeared into the individual hallways. 

“Not bad,” Seokjin mused. You held your hand out, palm up for a high five. 

“So…” You began once his hand touched yours, curling your fingers around his to hold him there, “...about those apology cookies you still owe me?”

“And I was under the impression you were a master chef.”

Seokjin’s eyes brewed a similar shade to the chocolate chips buried within the perfect block of dough he was breaking apart, regarding you under shaggy bangs that hung over his eyes. 

“Generally, I am,” A high pitched squeak left his lips when a particularly difficult square cookie finally gave way to his prying hands, followed by a few more other noises as he spread that piece to the greased cookie sheet, “but on account of the time and the worst ice storm in the history of the city, I can’t exactly go get fresh ingredients.”

You leaned against his counter top, watching as he spread the rest of the premade cookies across the sheet. The festive oven mitt was shrugged on until it rested across his wrist, doing a dramatic twirl across his kitchen to place the pan in the oven. 

“A master chef would have bulk supplies for potential winter storms,” Your palm cradled your chin, “No?”

Seokjin tossed the oven mitt so that it slid across the counter, smacking into your elbows and in turn making you flinch. There was a grin plastered to his features when he tottered over to retrieve it, murmuring, “Sorry, darling. Thought I could make to—” He flicked open the part in the cabinet below you before slamming down the fabric and slamming it shut, “—the drawer.”

“Ramen, popcorn, and premade cookies,” You tapped your fingers in succession against your bottom lip, “Quite the array of food to have until it clears up outside.”

“I have other stuff,” Seokjin defended, motioning toward the top half of his refrigerator on the far adjacent edge of the kitchen, “Some French toast sticks, a frozen pizza or two. I think there’s a box of instant mashed potatoes somewhere around here…”

“Master chef,” You nodded. 

“Precisely,” He shoved himself up off the counter, hands braced on the edge and elbows locked as his head lulled to the side, “Going to have a holiday feast tomorrow night.”

“Enjoy it.”

“You aren’t coming?” You blinked at him until he added, “I mean, you can come over if you want. We can pretend to exchange presents or something. I’m sure I can spare an alpaca figurine. You might be worth it.”

Part of your body went numb with the realization that you’d now have an excuse to give him his present, the one that had tumbled to the middle of your hallway when you’d carelessly yanked your tiny tree from your hall closet. You ignored it to joke stiffly, “Frozen pizza and a present that may or may not be a tiny alpaca? How can I resist that?”

A fond smile curled into a tiny half circle on the plump seam of Seokjin’s lips, pressing into the cute indentions of his cheeks as he looked away from you. His eyes instead went to the screen of his phone that he dug out of his back pocket. 

“It’s late,” He said after a moment, still not quite looking at you, “If you want to go home, I’ll save the cookies for tomorrow.”

“You won’t eat one without me?”

“Not even a crumb,” Seokjin vowed, looking at you now with a hand dramatically slapped over his heart. 

“I’ll be able to hear if you do,” You half threatened, slowly moving to where your keys were. 

His nose wrinkled when you bumped into the side of the couch, eyes glinting.

“Won’t taste as good without you, anyway.”

You contemplated the gift package in your hand for far longer than you considered the red and white striped fuzzy socks tucked nearly up to your knee caps. Whether that was a good or bad thing on your part, it cost you another half a roll of wrapping paper as you tore open the gift, considered not taking it, thought to take it again, hid it underneath the scarf you’d gotten one of your cousins, and finally swallowed your pride to tuck it under your arm and go the short distance to Seokjin’s place. 

“He was joking about the alpaca thing,” You conversed with yourself in the first two footsteps out your front door, “You’re going to look silly bringing him a gift that you bought months in advance. Who has this just laying around, anyway—”

That was the first thing Seokjin said when he opened the door too. “Oh. You brought a gift—” He nudged the door a bit wider to coax you inside, “—not anything that could be considered payback for all my neighbor crimes, is it?”

You bypassed the insinuation of his hanging guilt to instead hyper-fixate on how his hair was stuck up in a few different directions, his holiday sweater bunched around his waist, and the way his teasing smile didn’t quite meet his eyes. He looked nearly as disheveled as he had when you’d swept his pet up in a navy blue towel after he was sure he’d lost it forever. You paused halfway in the threshold, nearly pressed against his chest. 

“Are you okay?”

Whatever remaining resolve that Seokjin had been putting forth crumpled in that moment, stature slumping off the door so that it swung to a hard close behind both your figures. His hand was in his hair again, tresses poking in more awkward angles between his digits. 

“I think Gukmul is sick,” His hand shifted to his nape, “He hasn’t ate since you left yesterday. And he’s being lethargic.”

“You think it was the apple I gave him?”

“Some of the other pieces were browning but,” Seokjin’s hand fell limp to his side and he shrugged, “I don’t know. It’s probably nothing I just…”

“Okay, so we take him to the vet,” You placed your gift aside to reach for your phone, tapping away at the screen, “I’m sure there’s a twenty-four hour clinic somewhere that’s open on Christmas Eve.”

“Darling,” He touched your hand, thumb stroking between your knuckles, “It snowed a couple extra inches last night. How are we going to get there?”

“Drive? If we take it slow—” 

“In whose car?”

“...mine?” 

Seokjin paused, “Are you in my spot again?”

You slumped under where his hand touched yours, “We don’t have time to play the penis game again—”

“I’m just kidding,” His fingers laced around your wrist, squeezing, “I could easily drive us too, then…”

“I’ll drive. And, I have something to help us—” You dislodged his grip on you to reach for your present, tearing easily into the newly wrapped sides to reveal the box inside. Seokjin protested the whole time but you ignored him, slicing the tape with your thumb to digging inside. 

It was a fanny pack essentially, bright pink with stark black zippers and a black strap with a plastic buckle. The front pouch was sheer netting, enough so that you couldn’t see inside but enough that the creature inside would be able to breathe. You thrust it toward his chest, “Here.”

“It’s supposed to be a carrier for Gukmul,” You explained lamely, “You know, so you can take him out of the apartment and not lose him. Or get busted by Hoseok.”

“Oh,” He took it into his grasp, gently turning it in his hands, running his fingers across the zippers, “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I got it a long time ago,” You winced at your own admission, “and in pink too. You seem to like that color.”

“I do,” Seokjin blinked from the pack to you, “Thank you.”

“Of course. Now go get Gukmul, I’ll go warm up the car.”

“Oh. Oh,” He stumbled over himself in an effort to shrug the strap over one shoulder, “Right. Okay, right, I’ll meet you out there. Be careful on the ice!—”

Thirty minutes to what was normally a ten minute trip later and the vet was descending behind an ominous looking door with that navy blue bundle curled against her chest. There were a few fishtails and a handful of instances where you didn’t think your vehicle could make it up inclined streets in between stop signs but Seokjin’s knuckles hadn’t been nearly as white then as they were with your hand pressed between both his palms..

He leaned against you, turning your palm over in his lap to trace gentle fingers across the lines in your palm. You let him, leaning too until your heads touched. His leg bounced in time with sighs he took to attempt to calm his breathing. 

“You know, I’m really glad our flights got canceled,” Seokjin said, lacing his fingers through the spaces in yours to pat your intertwined appendages against his thigh, “That sounds horrible. I mean I just....am glad you’re the one who lives next to me, is all.”

“Up until a few months ago, I couldn’t really say the same about you, you know,” You flexed your fingers in his grip.

“I was a dick at first on accident. Then I thought it was entertaining. You never seem that bothered by me. If you were, I assumed you would have told Hoseok and I would have had complaints on my file or something. But you never did so I just...figured you went along with my stupidity because you enjoyed it too. Until that day you cried…”

“It’s okay, you know,” You shifted on his shoulder to peer at the side of his face, “You don’t have to keep apologizing for that. I wasn’t going to get an A in that class, anyway.”

“The exam wasn’t the point. The point was that I teased you like I knew you. Like we were friends or something. And it turned out I didn’t know you at all. I didn’t even know you went to university.”

“...I didn’t know you but I wanted to know you,” Seokjin swallowed, squinting up at the paw print shaped clock on the far wall from where you sat, “Your presence was just...strangely comforting. Knowing that you could hear me being dumb almost felt like I had a roommate. Like I wasn’t alone with myself.”

“That’s why Gukmul means so much to me, aside from the fact that he’s a part of my family. He reminds me that I’m something larger than myself. That I’m not constantly alone.”

“I guess what I’m trying to say is thank you,” Seokjin’s chin pressed to his neck to smile down at you, “For being here with me. For putting up with me. Indirectly and otherwise…”

“And I’m sorry I was such a shit neighbor for so long. It was like I reverted back to middle school—” He gestured with the hand that was still twisted around yours, “—you know, tease the person you like and that’ll make them understand that you like them.”

“You weren’t and aren’t a shit neighbor,” You assured, nudging your nose against the underside of his collarbone, “You bring the same kind of comfort for me, you know.”

“You know how many times my friend Taehyung told me I should turn you in? So many times,” You shrugged, “You’re kind of annoying but nothing unbearable. It’s part of what makes you charming.”

“Thanks,” Seokjin laughed dryly and you smiled when a part of his natural wheeze came out in the giggle. 

“I just got used to you. It felt weird if I couldn’t hear something going on over there...if my printer wasn’t whirring to life at the most inopportune times…”

“Why do you think I said up until a few months ago? I realized that I—” You nuzzled your cheek against his jacket so he couldn’t see your face, “—kind of liked you too. I mean, hello I bought you a gift in advance. I don’t even buy my family presents in advance.”

“Sounds like we should talk more outside of bluetooth printing, vague wall knocks, and horrible Spotify playlists,” Seokjin playfully jostled you on his shoulder. 

You curled your free arm around his elbow, snuggling in closer to his side, “We definitely should.”

You sat in the silence that came with observing the basket of haphazard animal magazines and the children’s play maze that consisted of tiny wooden beads on twirled metal tracks, the whisker hands of the cat shaped clock stuck to the front of the reception desk ticking by unbearably slow. The paw print clock showed the same drag of time, the ticking of the second counter in time with the bounce of your own leg. 

Time means it’s something bad. Or it’s nothing. Or it’s something and it’s small. Of course, bringing him here was going to take time but—

“Looks like your little buddy here just had a tummy ache,” The vet reappeared holding your towel, the only difference being that there was a small white head now peeking up from between the rolled center. What was once lethargic was now energetic, head darting back and forth at he new surroundings with his tiny nose twitching to the overwhelming smells. “He puked a bit of something up but took to the carrots I fed him like he’d never ate before…”

There was a bit more exchange between the owner and the vet as she passed Gukmul into Seokjin’s care, just a reminder to keep an eye on him for at least another twenty-four hours and the instructions to give her a call on her personal cell phone if anything got worse. The exchange of credit card information, a few shards of carrot for the road, and Gukmul was bundled back up into his new pouch laid across Seokjin’s chest. He chattered happily on the careful trek to the care, noise happily placed between munches on the carrot the vet had given him. 

You scratched underneath Gukmul’s chin before Seokjin closed the wire gate to his cage, standing so that he could drape an arm across your shoulders. 

“I think he’s a faker,” Seokjin said finally, watching as the sugar glider hopped away into one of his hanging toys. 

“Be nice!”

“What?” He grinned when you turned to him to swat his shoulder, “Had us risk our lives in the middle of an Antarctic winter storm just to get a couple shards of carrot. I would have bought him carrots after everything melted��”

You tugged on the lapel of Seokjin’s jacket, cutting him off long enough to roll onto your toes to plant your lips softly to his cheek. “It’s okay,” You soothed, brushing your thumb over where a blush spread outward from where your lips had touched his skin, “We made it, didn’t we?”

“Wait! That reminds me!” 

You startled with the intensity that he blurted the statement, stepping back when he stepped away from you, too. You stood rooted in the spot as he stumbled around his bedroom, coming back with a piece of stationary in hand, one of red and green speckles this time. Black ink was written neatly to the paper this time, looping letters complete with the normal heart next to his signature at the bottom. 

“It was a scavenger hunt but I don’t have the patience to wait while you do the other steps so—” Seokjin gestured vaguely to the paper in your hand, “—that’s the last clue.”

“Go to the kitchen,” You read, lifting your eyebrows first before your gaze, “Quite the clue.”

“Hush, do you want your gift or not?”

“I—”

You faltered when he began to direct you with hands firmly set on each of your arms, steering you out of his room, down the hallway, and around the bend of the kitchen. It was a push and pull, forward a few steps on the tile, backward toward the plate of cookies he’d arranged on a plate shaped like a snowflake, forward one step and finally his grip left you. 

“Okay, turn around. And look up.”

You saw his red tipped ears first, a color that spread over the entire surface of his skin in each area the longer he tried to smile at you. When you didn’t budge, his eyes flicked upward a few times, then his head jerked, then he blatantly pointed until you laughed. 

“My present is a kiss?” You giggled, stepping closer to him. 

“Yes, of course,” Seokjin’s pink features told a different story than the way he confidently reached for your waist, drawing you against him, “Only the best for you.”

“I didn’t think Gukmul was going to get sick and we were going to have this weird confession session in the lobby of the vet’s office. This was me, what do they say...shooting my shot?” One hand came up to cup your cheek, “I was going to lure you in here naturally with my impeccable charm but...this is cute and romantic too? Right?”

You touched your lips to Seokjin’s to dispel the last of uncertainty that still saturated heavy in his tone. 

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Night Shift Chapter 4

Pairing: Seongjoong (established), Yunho/Yeosang/San/Mingi/Wooyoung/Jongho, eventual ot8 poly relationship

Genre: PWP, Fluff

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Tags: Office AU, CEO Hongjoong, Office Sex

A/N: (Unfortunately, due to personal reasons, Alma won’t be co-writing this with me for the time being. Since I’ll be flying this one solo, please be paitient with me as far as updates go, thank you!)

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"You saw something you weren't supposed to see, didn't you?"

Jongho bites his lip, his thick thighs trembling as a cool hand ran between them. He opened his eyes and looked up, finding Hongjoong bearing over him, a catlike smile on the CEO's lips as he palmed his erection.

"You saw Secretary Park and I and you couldn't help yourself and came back for more, hm? Have you told the others what you saw?" He hummed, arching a brow as he gave the brunette a squeeze. Jongho gasps and bucks up, precum pooling out of the tip as he looked up at his boss.

"N-no...ah, fuck, sir please -"

"You beg so nicely, Jongho. Maybe I should reward you, hm? Do you want a reward for being my hard worker?" Hongjoong chuckles and backs away, unzipping his pants. Jongho bites his lip and nods, eagerly crossing the distance between them, falling to his knees as the older man pulled his cock free of his suit pants.

Hongjoong drags his tip across Jongho's lips before cupping his chin.

"Open your mouth then, Mr. Choi. I'll be sure you feel your reward for days."

---

Jongho jolts up from his bed, panting as he felt himself twitching in his boxers. He groaned in discomfort, palming and stroking himself as he thought of Hongjoong.

A whine left his throat as he sucked on his fingers, closing his eyes tight to hold onto the image of his dream, his fist working around his cock as he moaned Hongjoong's name breathlessly as he came minutes later.

Panting, he got up and shuffled to the bathroom, smiling slightly when he heard Mingi’s snores coming from the older man’s room. Jongho washed his hands, splashing water on his face before he looked at his reflection, swallowing hard as the images of Hongjoong from his dream still knocked around in his head.

Well, those, and the memories of the incident days prior. With a frustrated sigh, the maknae made his way back to his room, hoping his perverted thoughts would calm down enough to let him sleep.

This was...getting out of hand. He had to tell the others about what he saw, and soon.

-x-

Tuesday morning, Yeosang set his new proposal on Hongjoong's desk, running his hand through his hair as Seonghwa waited for him at the door.

"Mr. Kim should be back in around 20 minutes, Mr. Kang. He went to run some errands with Mingi and San. I'll make sure he reads over your proposal and gives you adequate feedback." Seonghwa informed him.

Yeosang nodded, turning to face the older man.

His hair was different today. He had an undercut, something Yeosang hadn't seen on him before, and instead of being slicked back, he let his bangs swoop freely over one side of his face. His suit jacket had been discarded, leaving him in a blue button up with a silk tie that dangled down the length of his body, stopping just above where his navel most likely was.

Yeosang tensed, mapping out the plane of the raven's body in his head, his throat suddenly dry.

Did he have abs? Were there toned muscles hiding beneath those clothes? Were his nipples pink or brown? Did he have any hidden piercings or tattoos?

The idea of Seonghwa with tattoos made his heart stutter.

Almost as much as the sudden feeling of his chin being lifted unceremoniously between two shockingly smooth fingers.

"I have confidence in your proposal. You clearly take the time to study things you're passionate about in... great detail , don't you, Yeosang?" He purred. Yeosang's gaze snapped back up to look Seonghwa in the eyes, panicking when he noticed how close they were.

Wait.

"M-my name...my name....you called me by my first name-"

"I did. It's the second time."

"The...the s-second?"

Seonghwa chuckled, actually chuckled, and tilted his head, swiping his tongue over his lips.

Yeosang's eyes followed the motion.

"Mm. I told you about your focus, didn't I, Yeosang? Maybe I should keep my word and keep you after hours?" He chuckles again and leans into his space, his lips by Yeosang's ear.

"I can give you plenty more to look at, if that's what you want so much, Mr. Kang Yeosang."

Yeosang opened his mouth, but nothing intelligent would come out as Seonghwa hummed, gently rubbing his thumb over his bottom lip.

"I see how you look at me. All the time. I've gotten my fair share of gazes here and there, and at risk of sounding narcissistic, I know I'm good looking." He hums and takes a step forward, smiling devlishly when Yeosang didn't step away, though he could hear the gentle inhale that came from him.

"But you, you're different, aren't you, Yeosang? Much, much different."

Yeosang can't tear his eyes away from his, and Seonghwa leans in again, but this time his face is right in front of Yeosang's as he spoke, the scent of a spiced latte and some alluring cologne making Yeosang feel dizzy and flustered.

"The way you look at me makes me want to absolutely devour you. These days, it's becoming harder and harder for me to remain composed. And why do you think that is, Yeosang?" He hummed, tilting his head.

Yeosang bit his lip, shaking his head.

"I don't...I don't know-"

"Because I have to deal with my boyfriend in charge and not pounce on him every second of the day, and then he puts the six of you in this project and I can clearly see how much you all want him and I and it's driving me crazy."

Yeosang's eyes grew. That was...that was a lot of information all at once-

Before he could ask any questions, Seonghwa's fingers curled into the buttons of his shirt, pulling hard until Yeosang was a breath away from kissing him.

"And you? You're the worst out of the bunch, Yeosang. You keep undressing me with your eyes, I wonder how you would react if i gave you what you want" he mused, eyes drifting away for a moment before he kissed him hard.

Yeosang gasped into it, his hands flying up to Seonghwa's sleeves as the older man crowded him against the desk.

He pushed Yeosang down onto it until he was flat on his back, with his palms at either side of his head as he claimed his lips.

Yeosang's head buzzed, blood rushing between his legs as he moaned against Seonghwa's lips, running his hand through his hair as he finally gathered his bearings enough to kiss back.

This had to be a dream. Some kind of wet dream, but it felt too fucking good and Yeosang had wanted this ever since he joined the company and met eyes with the normally stoic secretary.

Seonghwa bit down on his lip, pressing his hips down to show him how hard he was in his pants. Yeosang moaned against his lips, gasping and looking down at their bulges, sobering up.

This was real. Seonghwa was kissing him. He was...he was hard for him.

"Secretary P-Park...we're going to get c-caught-"

"Then be quiet, hm? Keep your voice down, and I'll make sure you won't make too much of a mess for me~"

Yeosang was about to ask him what he meant when Seonghwa's fingers tugged at his belt, his lips attaching to Yeosang's neck.

"You're trembling. Do you want me that bad?" Seonghwa chuckles, sliding the zipper down. Yeosang bites his lip and nodded, deciding to throw his inhibitions away.

"I want you...I even told the others...how much I was attracted to y-you."he stammered, cheeks ablaze. Seonghwa chuckled.

"Adorable. Be sure to tell them how good my mouth feels, I'd love to see some of their faces once you all stop pretending you don't want Joong and I. '' He teased, pulling Yeosang's twitching cock free of his boxers.

Yeosang's hands flew up to his mouth as Seonghwa took him in his mouth, the heat enveloping him and sending jolts up and down his body.

"S-secretary Park!" He cried out behind his hands, hips rolling desperately as Seonghwa wasted no time, bobbing his heads.

Dark eyes watched his face closely, his tongue swirling around his sensitive head as he arched a brow, amused at how flushed the young office worker had become.

Had they had more time, Seonghwa would flip him over and ravage him over Hongjoong's desk until he walked in, but he didn't want to break the poor man.

Not yet.

Instead, he hummed, letting Yeosang thrust up shakily into his mouth as.

"A-ahh yes, please, please -" Yeosang spreads his legs, his suit pants halfway down his ass as he put a hand in Seonghwa's hair, thrusting almost timidly.

Seonghwa's brow arched higher and he pushed his hips down hard, closing his eyes as he slid Yeosang's length deep down his throat, swallowing hard.

He'd be lying if he didnt say tears didn't well up in his eyes from the move.

Yeosang had a much more sizable cock than he expected, and idly the raven wondered if the younger man would be as timid if he were to let him fuck him.

Adorable, but Seonghwa was a man who took what he wanted, so he'd be sure to establish that later on.

"W-wait! I-I’m...Seonghwa-" Yeosang's thighs trembled and Seonghwa cracked his eyes open, tilting his head as Yeosang tried to pull him off.

"I-I’m gonna cum, please- please stop, or I'll cum in your mouth-"

Seonghwa's eyes darkened.

God, it sounded lovely hearing filth from this one's mouth.

Seonghwa ignored the desperate hand trying to pull him off by the hair (it only made him harder, anyway) and held himself down again, eyes half lidded as Yeosang covered his mouth with one of his hands, moaning shakily behind it as his cock twitched and sputtered, pearls of cum rolling down the secretary's throat.

Seonghwa continued sucking until he was satisfied, pulling off slowly with a pop as he licked his lips slowly, eyeing Yeosang hungrily.

"I should've expected you would taste sweet. A pleasant surprise." He mused, tucking him back into his pants as Yeosang tried to catch his breath.

Seonghwa fixed his hair, wiping at the corner of his lips as he watched Yeosang gently push himself up off of the desk, eyes wide in shock.

"You may want to straighten yourself out, as well, Mr. Kang. It's too early in the work day for me to lose you." He chuckles, slicing a pack of gum out of his pocket and popping one between his lips.

Yeosang watched him, still bewildered as the secretary arched a brow.

"Oh? Unless you really would like me to take you over Hongjoong's desk for him and whoever else may come in with him to see?" He inquired.

Yeosang hesitated still, not fully opposed to the idea. Still, he pushed himself up and tried to dust imaginary dust off of himself to avoid eye contact with Seonghwa, his face on fire.

"There will be plenty more surfaces to bend you over, anyway." Seonghwa adds as they walk towards the door, chuckling when Yeosang nearly tripped behind him.

-x-

A week later, the boys filed into the conference room expecting yet another calm and relaxing briefing.

Instead, the group found Hongjoong pacing the conference room with Seonghwa on the phone, speaking quickly in English. The six of them sat down, waiting for the next meeting to start.

“If you’re going to throw something like this, it’s only professional to give someone some semblance of warning...Pardon? No, three days is not sufficient notice, we’re businessmen, I expect things to be conducted professionally.” His voice was taught before he rolled his eyes.

“Enough. Put Mr. Kim on the phone. I want to speak to someone competent.” He spat. There was something else said on the line that made his nostrils flare in annoyance before Hongjoong crossed over, taking the phone.

“Put my father on the line now, Smith.”

He spoke in Korean, and the six men watched his jaw tick in anger before he stormed out of the room, slamming the door hard enough to startle Wooyoung and Jongho. Seonghwa ran a hand through his hair, huffing out a harsh breath before he turned his gaze to the six curious, and slightly startled men.

“I assume all of you have some form of formal wear, yes? Mr. Kim-Hongjoong’s father, that is-has notified us that we all are to attend a business party being thrown by a partner of our company. This..is non-negotiable. We need to go and represent our company.” He spoke in a curt tone, but the boys could all see the anger settled between his brow.

They had seen...many unamused expressions on the secretary, but the one on his face right now had all of them too afraid to speak. Instead, he was met with timid nodding. With a sigh, he straightened himself, masking the anger that was previously on his face as he moved to the projector.

“Now, let’s move on to the meeting. Mr. Kim- our Mr. Kim-will be joining us as soon as he’s finished on the phone.” Seonghwa notified them before he began going over the numbers for the company and the way their project had helped boost them.

A good twenty minutes in, the door opened and Hongjoong walked back in, visibly annoyed as he took his seat. Seonghwa paused his speaking for a moment before he continued as if the interruption didn’t happen.

Seonghwa kept his hand on the back of Hongjoong’s chair as he spoke, his tone even as they proceeded.

An unsettling feeling followed the group for the rest of the day.

-x-

“Holy shit what the fuck-”

“Mingi, shhh!”

Wooyoung elbowed Mingi as the redhead watched a limo pull up to their apartment. From the limo, their jaws dropped as Seonghwa stepped out to greet them, one hand in his pocket as he looked them over, seemingly gauging their suits to see if they were suitable.

While he looked them over, they felt their throats go dry. He was in a black suit, his hair slicked back with only two strands dangling onto his forehead. His suit jacket looked like the night sky, with glitter shimmering in the velveteen fabric as diamonds and pearls decorated the jacket. He had no tie on, and Jongho couldn’t help the way his eyes traveled down to the expanse of his neck and collar bone that were exposed to them.

He wanted to bite the oldest up. He wanted to see that cream colored neck covered in love bites-

“You all look handsome. Thank you for making this at least somewhat manageable. I may have actually maimed one of you, had you not have dressed to impress. Come, get inside.” He beckoned them into the limousine, moving to sit beside Hongjoong.

For the second time tonight, the six men felt their throats go dry.

Hongjoong was in a black suit, his tie already loosened, with rings decorating his fingers and earrings going up the side of both his ears.

He wasn’t nearly as gaudy-looking as Seonghwa was outfit wise, but all of them couldn't help but to notice their CEO’s...suddenly snowy hair.

He had bleached his hair, with it being pushed back away from his forehead. It was still as full as usual, but the silken strands looked like a parted sea above the still clearly irritated CEO’S head.

Despite his clear annoyance, Hongjoong bowed and forced a smile.

“Sorry for dragging you out to this. The businessmen here can be...a bit overbearing. Just be yourself, or if you’d like, let Seonghwa or I bail you out. These guys tend to be like vultures. I wouldn’t be surprised if they tried to squeeze some secrets out of you. Just be on your toes.” He warned them before exhaling and sending them a genuine smile, something they hadn’t seen on his face since the conference call the other day.

“Try to have fun. It is a party, after all, right?”

-x-

“It’s a party, Hongjoong. It’s a party.” The small man muttered under his breath as the fifth CEO that evening finally left him alone. They were all the same. Talking down to him with a condescending smile.

He was young, so he had to be naive, there was no way he could run a business. His father was a fool for leaving the company in what was the business world’s equivalent to a child.

Hongjoong wasn’t one to say he hated people. But tonight was an exception.

A hand at the small of his back made him turn, expecting another pushy woman trying to flirt with him. Instead, his shoulders relaxed as Mingi looked at him, sending him a sympathetic smile.

“Hey. If it’s any consolation, I think you’re a much better CEO than the other Mr. Kim. He didn’t seem as dedicated to improving the company as you are. Honestly, some of us were thinking of jumping ship before you came and even people in my department have been talking about how much they like your leadership. These guys are outdated and old, don’t listen to them.” He spoke quietly, scanning the crowd.

Sans a few people they were convinced were sugar babies around their age (hey, no hate from them), the party was filled with older businessmen and women who weren’t even subtle about the jeers and rolled eyes at their mere presence.

Hongjoong rubbed Mingi’s shoulder and nodded towards the bar where Jongho was currently drinking with Yeosang.

“I appreciate it, Mingi. Go, have a drink or two, I’ll take care of the mindless business talk.” He shooed him away lightly, taking a glass of champagne from a waiter passing by as he caught eyes with his father.

The older Kim eyed his attire before sighing subtly, beckoning him over. Hongjoong leered at him for the move, but crossed the floor, regardless.

Seonghwa kept his head high, scanning the floor like a hawk, leaning against a wall as he watched the people shuffling about, fake smiles plastered on their faces.

God, he couldn’t stand them.

He exhaled sharply, bringing his wine up to his lips before he stopped, spotting Wooyoung laughing a few meters away, cheering as he and San hovered over one of the tables the hall had rented out that had some form of gambling set up.

The two looked like they had a bit too much, and Seonghwa was acutely familiar with the fact that neither could hold their liquor well. He pursed his lips before his jaw set as one of the gentlemen at the table tossed an arm over San’s shoulder, hovering a bit too close to the smaller man as he eagerly played the next round.

Pushing himself off of the wall, Seonghwa made his way gracefully through the people, setting his untouched wineglass back on the tray of a passing waitress as he approached the two.

“-Ah, you’re so good, Mr. Choi. I’d love to talk more with you once we leave this table. Maybe you could tell me a bit more about your company?”

“Ah? You wish, old man. You’re just mad I’m winning~ I’m not telling you my secrets!” San chirped. The man moved to pull San closer to him, but a sudden, painfully firm grip made him  yelp in pain.

Seonghwa stood behind the group of socialites, smiling despite the fury burning in his eyes. He twisted the man’s wrist, uncaring of the way he cringed and tried to yank his hand away.

“Hello Mr. Lee. I hope the business is going well. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t try testing your boundaries with our employees. That goes for you as well, Mr. Son.” Seonghwa’s sharp gaze turned to the other businessman that had gotten a bit too close to Wooyoung.

San blinked owlishly up at him while Wooyoung hiccuped and smiled wide.

“Seonghwa~!” He beamed, swaying on the balls of his feet as he stepped out of the man’s area, all but engulfing Seonghwa’s arm in a hug. Seonghwa looked at him, letting go of CEO Lee before he grabbed San by the wrist.

“We’re going to go to the bar. As for you two, I suggest you remember your boundaries when it comes to conducting business.” He warned them, that smile still on his face while the dangerous glint in his eye intensified.

“It’d be a shame if either of your wives found out about your...concerning recruitment tactics.” He spat before turning, pulling both of the intoxicated men along.

“Seonghwa, you smell nice~” Wooyoung beamed, pressing his cheek to Seonghwa’s shoulder. San looked at the older man’s hand on his wrist and smiled, giggling.

“Your hands are so soft, Secretary Park.”

Seonghwa bit the inside of his cheek to stifle the butterflies in his gut and held both of them closer to himself. They wouldn’t be leaving his sight.

Speaking of sight, he caught a blur of white as Hongjoong stormed away, his jaw set as he headed towards the exit. The secretary stopped at the bar, frowning as he fished his phone out of his pocket.

Apparently, the small CEO had texted him while he was getting Wooyoung and San away from the table.

‘Get the others. We’re leaving.’

Sighing, Seonghwa did a headcount, frowning when he realized Mingi and Yunho were absent.

“Jongho, keep Wooyoung and San by your side.” He muttered, eyes narrowing as he noticed Mingi uncomfortably shuffling between some swooning middle aged women.

“Goddammit, is it so hard keep your fucking hands off my men-” Seonghwa swore under his breath as he swooped in to save Mingi from the oversaturation of perfume, missing Yunho rushing after Hongjoong mere feet away from him.

“Mr. Kim? Hey, wait!” Yunho slipped into the elevator Hongjoong had stepped into. The smaller man looked more pissed than before, his face red as his lip curled up. The doors to the elevator closed as the tall man swallowed thickly.

“What...what happened?”

“I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

Yunho rubbed the back of his neck. He didn’t like this. He didn’t like seeing their boss so on edge and angry. This wasn’t at all who he was.

They descended in silence, and despite himself, Yunho spoke once more.

“Since we’re alone...can I ask you a question?”

Hongjoong didn’t respond, but he did tilt his head in his direction.

“Yeosang...told us about Seonghwa and him the other day in your office. I have a very serious question to ask you, and I guess now’s as good a time as any. Are you and Seonghwa just playing with us because you know we’re attracted to you, or do you actually care about us more than the six idiots clearly attracted to you?”

Hongjoong blinked slowly, turning his body to face the taller man. Yunho looked at the doors as the light to the elevator indicated the floors they were going down on.

“I’m the oldest out of them. It’s my responsibility to look over them, and before things escalate any more, I want a clear answer.” His voice was adamant as he turned his head towards him. Hongjoong’s brow ticked.

“Do I look like someone who would play with someone’s emotions?”

“I met you two months ago. I met my best friends and boyfriends years ago. Answer the question clearly.”

Maybe it was the stress of the day, maybe it was the overbearing news his father had dropped on him earlier, but something in the smaller man snapped and he grabbed Yunho by the tie, forcing him down to look him in the eye as he spoke, his voice a growl.

“I would never play with anyone’s emotions. I care about you, and that’s part of my fucking problem.”

Yunho’s eyes went wide, but before he could speak, the elevator lurched, coming to a sudden stop. The two of them blinked in surprise before the light in the elevator flickered, leaving them in darkness before the emergency lights blinked on, bathing the box in red.

“What?” Hongjoong pushed the button to the elevator, frowning when it became increasingly apparent it wasn’t going to start. The smaller man let out a slew of curses while Yunho pursed.

“Problem…? We’re a problem to you?”

“Mr. Jeong, now is not the time for this-”

“Clearly we’re stuck, now’s as good a time as any, Mr. Kim .”

Hongjoong looked up as Yunho slammed his palms at either side of his head, staring down at him and attempting to use his height to intimidate the smaller man.

“Why? Why are we a problem? We’ve done nothing but bust our asses for you and-”

Hongjoong reached up and grabbed him by the collar, smashing their lips together in a kiss that rattled the taller man. He groaned in surprise, his fingers twitching against the wall as Hongjoong bit and sucked at his lip.

“You’re a fucking problem for me because I don’t want this fucking project to be the only time I see you all. I’ve started to crave you all and it won’t leave my head how much I try and Seonghwa isn’t fucking helping. If he had it his way, he’d probably have one of you pressed against the window to my office, balls deep in you until you sing for him. Or me. It doesn’t fucking matter. This is getting out of control, I’m your boss, I shouldn’t fucking want you all so much but I do and thats my problem .” He hissed against Yunho’s lips.

The younger man’s knees buckled as he panted, licking his swollen lips as he stared at him. His heart hammered in his chest as he looked at him. Hongjoong’s muscles were tense, his jaw tight, his eyes narrowed, his chest heaving as he tried to calm himself. He let Yunho go, moving to step away, but the taller man stepped closer into his space, nearly crumbling over the firey look Hongjoong sent him from the move.

“Lose control, then. It’s not like we all don’t want it.” Yunho whispered, pressing his forehead to Hongjoong’s.

And that's how, five minutes later, the taller man ended up with his tie in his mouth, whimpering with his thick thighs trembling as Hongjoong pressed his fingers into his hole, slick with spit and a lube they found tucked into one of Yunho’s inside pockets. (“My coats always have extra pockets...the others usually let me hold onto their things…”)

Hongjoong curled his fingers up, kissing at the curve of Yunho’s ass as he reached around to stroke his cock.

“I would have never expected you’d be like this for me, Yunho.” Hongjoong muses, rubbing his thumb over Yunho’s head as he strokes him from base to tip. The taller man’s thighs flex as he subtly spreads his legs more, drool soaking the tie as he tried to keep his voice down.

“You were so tight too, do you not get to recieve as often? Poor thing.”

This...this Hongjoong was not what Yunho expected, and again, it was probably because he was so high strung on whatever was upsetting him the past few days.

But god did the way he talked to him make Yunho want to fall to his knees and present himself.

Before he could entertain the thought, he felt Hongjoong pull his fingers out. The blonde whined in protest, but was immediately met with a hard slap to his ass that nearly made the tie fall from his lips as he gasped in surprise.

“Wait.” Hongjoong ordered, and Yunho looked behind him, brows pulled up in need as he watched Hongjoong fish through his discarded coat, grabbing a condom from his pocket, ripping it open with his teeth before he rolled it onto his cock.

Something about the clear want rolling off Hongjoong in waves made Yunho’s heart leap as he reached back, spreading his cheek apart with one hand as he continued bracing himself against the wall as Hongjoong returned, rubbing the head of his cock against his entrance.

Yeah..it has been way too long since he’s been on the receiving end, if the gasp and whimper that left his throat when Hongjoong pushed into him was anything to go by. Hongjoong held his hips, slowly inching his way in until he was fully nestled inside of Yunho, kissing at the taller man’s spine through his shirt.

“God, you’re so fucking tight.”

Yunho bowed his head, rolling his hips back and moaning against the fabric in his mouth as Hongjoong got the hint, thrusting long and deep into him.

“I really do care about all of you, you know.” Hongjoong breathed, grabbing Yunho by the hair, pulling as he sped his hips up, smiling wildly when the large man’s back arched beautifully. “So fucking much. I want to take you out to dinner as much as I want to fuck you until your eyes roll back. Seonghwa’s been telling me to give in…”He reached around and snatched the tie from Yunho’s mouth, licking his lips as the sound of his groans filled the stalled metal box.

“Give in, Hongjoong. You want them, they want you, have them. Have them, have them, have them.” Hongjoong’s nails dug into Yunho’s hips as he rocked into him faster, watching Yunho brace himself on the wall with both hands.

“G-god Hongjoong, I-” Yunho choked on a moan as Hongjoong’s hips slapped against his ass. His cock swung between his legs, begging to be touched as he pressed his cheek against the wall, his eyes rolling back.

“H-Harder... uhh fuck please , please harder!” Yunho rolled his hips back with every thrust, hoping he could get the smaller man to slam into that sensitive bundle inside of him. Hongjoong noticed his desperation and ran one of his hands up the side of Yunho’s long leg, purring.

“Your thighs are so thick, baby. If I had my way, I’d sink my teeth into them until there little marks everywhere~”

Again, his tone made a jolt of fire and electricity run down Yunho’s spine as he brought his palm down hard on Yunho’s ass once more, groaning loudly when the action made the younger man clench. Chuckling darkly, Hongjoong changed his angle, thrusting at a clearly desperate pace as he spanked Yunho again, one of his thrusts making his thick head brush against his prostate.

“Fuck! Please!”

“Keep fucking moaning for me.”

The little voice in Hongjoong’s head telling him he may leave a bruise on Yunho’s hips was ignored as Hongjoong fucked him with wreckless abandon, pressing hard against that spot every other thrust while he chased his own orgasm, feeling heat pool in his gut as his cock twitched inside of the trembling man.

“More more more, fuck don’t stop fuck !”

Hongjoong pressed his back against Yunho’s, biting down on his shoulder, ignoring his shirt as he groaned into it, reaching around to stroke Yunho’s cock in time with his frenzied thrusts. The younger man closed his eyes, his palms sliding against the metal wall of the elevator as he came with a cry, clenching down on Hongjoong’s cock like a vice.

The white haired man’s hips stilled as he came with a long, drawn out groan, filling the condom as he held onto Yunho’s hips. He shuddered, eyes closed as he took deep breaths to calm himself.

“God I wish I could’ve filled you.”

Yunho whined slightly when Hongjoong pulled out of him, but he blinked in surprise when the man knelt down, kissing at his hips.

“Ah...I was so rough, are you okay? You’re gonna bruise…” He rubbed the spots where his nails dug in, already  noticing the discoloration. Yunho smiled at the sudden tender tone and turned, kissing him as he pulled his pants up.

“I’m okay. Trust me.” He hummed, licking his lips before he chuckled.

“And next time, I’d love for you to do it.” He mused as Hongjoong wiped up his cum with his own tie. The small man tilted his head, and Yunho felt himself swoon from the doe eyed curious look he sent him,

How he went from a growling beast fucking him until his eyes rolled back, to this adorably lost puppy of a man was a wonder to the taller businessman, but he only adjusted his hair.

“You said you wished you could fill me. I’m telling you to do it next time.”

Hongjoong choked while Yunho laughed, with both men waiting for help to come.

-x-

“No, I’m telling you that you shouldn’t have had fucking maintenence on the elevators the day there was to be a fucking party! There could’ve been some serious injury, or even casualties, do you not understand the gravity of the situation?”

Seonghwa spoke a mile a minute as San and Wooyoung laid sprawled out on the seats of the limo, idly running his hand through both men’s hair as he angrily spoke to someone on the phone about the elevator.

Hongjoong smiled fondly at him while the others enjoyed the ride.

Because of the intoxication levels of the men, plus the fact that it took them an hour for Yunho and Hongjoong to be freed from the elevator, they all decided to sleep at Hongjoong’s house, as it was closer.

Seonghwa continued going off on the phone as they entered the gateway to Hongjoong’s house, jaws dropped.

“It’s a mansion.” Mingi whispered, eyes wide as he looked over the high walls.

Hongjoong blushed and scratched his head, smiling bashfully as they entered. He set them up with their own room, thankful he had two guest rooms. The men bowed deeply (or, rather, most of them did. It took Jongho’s quick hand to fly out and keep Wooyoung from falling over).

“I’ll explain...everything in the morning. For now, get some rest.” Hongjoong told them before closing the door to each respective room.

When he crawled into bed with Seonghwa, the raven held him from behind, closing his eyes.

“Just sleep, Joong. We’ll tackle this tomorrow.” he whispered, kissing the back of Hongjoong’s neck. Hongjoong played with Seonghwa’s fingers before exhaling.

“Yeah...yeah, you’re right. Goodnight, Hwa.”

“Goodnight, Joong.”

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When Tour Ends (Day6 Wonpil fluff–>smut)

You stare at the black and white keys, a little exhausted but determined. It's been 5 months and Wonpil is still on tour with his group. You have so much free time which ideally you'd like to spend with him but you can't. The little vintage flower shop you worked at had shorter hours now since it was the winter months so there'd be less customers.

You decorated your shared flat with the leftover flower clippings from work, creating a calm ambient along with candles you had lit.

Since he's been away you took it upon yourself to learn piano because when he played it so effortlessly it intrigued you. You wanted to play a song for him to show your love. So that's what you did while he was gone, and though your fingers were cramped from constant errors and repetition it was worth it.

°°°

Your dreaded alarm echoed from your phone in the empty room. You swung your arm over on the other side of the empty bed, but he wasn't there. You hugged into the corner of your duvet and yawned turning your alarm off. Well you set it to snooze. Before pushing the button off on the side of your phone you caught glimpse of your lockscreen and smiled at the photo of wonpil smiling captioned “I miss you”. He set it before he went to remind you of him. Not that you'd forget a guy like him, but he wanted to be there with you, somehow.

°°°

Bzzzzt Bzzzzt Bzzzzt

You jump up in shock from the noise coming from your phone again. You slept in for longer than you imagined. You check the time and it reads 8am. Shit is all you could think. Wonpil was due home any minute. You were really excited to finally meet with him again but you were supposed to wake up early to get ready and dressed for him. You had a cute little black dress just for him since he saw it on a mannequin once and said how it was so cute. So ofcourse you being you, bought it when he wasn't there.

But you hadn't time for this. You were dressed in a silk nightgown that was quite revealing. You got up and went to the door and reached for your dressing gown from the hook to cover you. You caught glimpse of your reflection in the mirror and sighed. Your messy bun was somewhat okay but your face was puffy from the long sleep.

A knock came from the front door of the flat and you panicked. You ran out and turned the knob as quick as possible .

Although you know you looked a mess you couldn't wait to see him.

You were taken by surprise when you were grasped into a big hug only seeing his smile 1 second previous. The hug felt so nice, after weeks of not seeing eachother it was awarding to be back to the reality you loved most and with the guy you loved most, Kim Wonpil.

After that long hug, he pulled back and stared at you for what felt like a minute. You looked up at the slightly taller figure and felt your cheeks flush a tint of rose from warmth. His eyes studied all your features, his stare wandering from your smile to your freckled rosy cheeks, then back to your eyes.

“You look so cute, you slept well didn't you? ” he spoke bringing his hand up to put a stray curl from your face behind your ear.

“I overslept I wanted to look all nice for you but..”

“You hit snooze like always right?”

“Yes”

You let out a sigh and tighten the belt on your robe.

“Don't worry princess we can both get ready later. I like you looking all cozy and cute like this it reminds me of how lucky I am to wake and see you like this everyday from now on.”

“Wonpil I really missed you, the bed was so empty I know I complained about your snoring but a night without your cuddles isn't a goodnight”

“I know I missed you too, c'mere”

Wonpil shuffled his feet slowly bringing you into a hug, his hands lightly on your waist as you put you head on his shoulder.

“I really am the luckiest to have you back here”

You stare into Wonpils eyes that's gleamed with happiness at your words. A rumble of your stomach broke the wholesome moment.

“Lets eat something before anything else maybe"

He flashes you a goofy smile but all you can do is nod. He made his special scrambled eggs and put on some bread to toast. You made the coffee since you made it best, which wonpil admits. You carry the mugs over to the coffee table beside the couch and plop down beside wonpil who had served the two dishes.

“Thank you babe”

“No thank you for the coffee princess”

You missed him calling you that.

You sipped on the coffee as the steam hit your face and the sweet aroma. It was one of your favorite scents after your boyfriends cologne 'chanel de bleu'.

“So what have you been up to”

“Not too much but I have a surprise for you”

“Oh? Really?”

“Yes actually I can show you now I was going to wait a little later but now would be nice since you're having coffee”

“Okay”

You got off the sofa and made your way over to the keyboard propped up infront of the window.

“Did you really-”

“yes now shh”you joke putting a finger on your lip.

You breathe in and exhale placing your hand on the common keys. You start to play the melody which you had tried so hard to learn and it finally paid off. The first few notes filled the room leaving goosebumps. It was the special song you both claimed as 'your song'.

When you love someone.

Although you were trying to focus on the keys you felt his eyes on you and once you came to the end you couldn't help but lift your gaze to him. You ended up hitting the wrong last note but his face was worth the mistake. He looked with such admiration and pride.

“That was beautiful Y/N, really beautiful. Thank you”

“When you love someone I guess you really do things you wouldn't have ever imagined.” you giggle lifting the hair from your face with a bright smile.

“When you love someone you can't help but feel bliss when the one you love goes out of their way to do something like that” he sighs with amazement.

“Just for you Pillie”

He stands up and grabs you by the hips placing a soft kiss on your lips. You could taste the coffee from his lips.

“I missed your lips during tour”

You blush pushing him onto the sofa playfully. He's laying there with his elbows back while you stare at him with a smirk.

“I bet you did”

Although it was just a simple position he was in and a simple remark it didn't hide the heat it created. He just had a long flight so his appearance was not far from yours. He had his blonde locks going all directions and outfit wise just a simple black long slieved shirt and black shorts.

The eye contact was intense but you couldn't help but look at his slightly parted lips from his shocked expression. In fact you missed his lips too. He sees you eyeing him and smirks.

“How's my slut”

Fuck.

He hadn't called you that for 5 months.

“Wonpil sorry for pushing yo-”

“Down”

“What”

“Get on your knees”

You gulp but kneel down infront of him staring up with alert eyes. You put your phone aside and ask what's wrong, knowing exactly where this was going, but you weren't complaining.

“My needy slut missed me so bad huh, I've only been back an hour and you're already teasing and craving my cock”

“I didn't I just pushed you Wonpil sor-”

“Wonpil?slut say my name”

“-Sir”

“you pushed me into this position and I saw you eyeing me, such a slut”

You couldn't help but swoon over his tone of voice. His words turned you on so much and you struggled to hide it.

“You love this don't you? You love it when you're so desperate infront of me you love it it when I call you my slut?”

You could feel you face flush at his statement as thoughts of what he'd do to you entered your head.

Before you knew it he forcefully grabbed you by the jaw and unzipped his pants, his lengthy cock standing against his stomach leaking with precum. He pumped himself two or three times before jerking your jaw bringing your lips towards his tip.

“Open up Princess”

You straddled his hips and swiped your tongue up his shaft tasting his leaking precum.

Frustrated he pulled you by the hair and pushed you down on his length making you take him whole. You let out a loud moan from the forceful but pleasurable hair pulling but was quickly muffled by his cock. He was big so you felt like gagging but held out, tears forming in the corner of your eyes. You hollowed out you cheeks increasing the pace of your bobbing head, your hands pleasing any of his length that you couldn't take.

“fuckkk” he groaned under his breath

“Such a gorgeous slut taking every inch, princess I missed your lips on my cock. If only you could imagine what I'd do to you later. Ugh slut keep going”

His praise and dirty talk got you so riled up, you're drenched just from his words yet he hasn't even touched your body.

Bzzzzzzt bzzzzzzzt

You look up at him with lustful eyes, his length half way down your throat, shifting your glance to your phone which you forgot to put on silent.

Your lockscreen lit up beside him catching his attention. He pinned in your pass code and entered your phone.

“Keep going don't mind me”

You continue.

Before you knew it he was recording you taking him whole. He pulled at your hair causing a moan to escape your lips, vibrating against his cock which caused him to groan again but even louder which caught you by surprise. You don't know what switched in you but the idea of being recorded turned you on so much and made you want to preform better. You hallowed your lips and rapidly sucked up and down bobbing your head while squeezing his thighs. You hummed on his dick the vibrations flowing through his length.

“shit I'm close"

Without warning he snapped his hips up and down his cock destroying your throat as you cry around it. It's hurts but youre willing to take it for him.

Curses and dirty praises leave his lips as he reaches his point.

“Fuck it open up"

A long groan of broken syllables leaves his mouth, his jaw hanging open with his eyes rolling back. White strings of cum hit your face but you take most of it in your mouth, swallowing every last bit. His eyebrows are furrowed as his lips are parted, his chest heaving up and down as he breaths loudly.

“Fuck when you love someone you really give them a show” he chokes out, sweat dripping from his forehead, his hands behind his head staring at you kneeling infront of him with his cum on your face.

“When you love someone you have to make them feel as good as they make you.”

°°°

You slipped on you silver heals and sat up from the corner of the bed. You went over to the mirror and adjusted your revealing sapphire dress that hugged all your curves perfectly. You reached for the diamond choker on your dresser and adjusted it around your neck.

Wonpil was in the bedroom bathroom fixing his collar and his tie. He'd been in there the past 20 minutes doing his hair but you didn't mind too much. You were going on a dinner date in a fancy restaurant that Wonpils bestfriend Dowoon recommended. It took one look at you for praises to fall from his lips.

“You're really gorgeous tell me again why you're not a model? ”

“Because you told me you'd be jealous of others getting to see what you see”

Wonpil smirks.

“Ah, correct”

Your eyes caught glimpse of the bulge in those tight fitted pants making you feel hot again. You had to contain yourself, though he was making it hard. He rolled up the slieves of his dress shirt to his elbows which made him look like he was preparing to destroy you. You blinked twice and got out of your thoughts and thought of a way to get your mind off your desire.

“Wonpil where's my phone? I want to see how long the restaurant stays open till tonight ” you question looking over at the well dressed figure.

“Princess it's on the counter” he smiles.

You walk over to the marble counter top, lifting your dress as you walk just incase it would rip. You already had a daring enough split you couldn't have two. You breath out having escaped the situation in the bedroom. You reach for you phone and turn the power button on.

You look at your lockscreen and moan, unaware of your doing whimpering his name out and yes'.

Your lockscreen was no longer a photo of him smiling with the caption "I miss you"

Far from it.

During his blowjob when he was on your phone, he didn't only record you but also took photos of himself and set one as your lockscreen captioned

“I need you. Now”

The photo was taken right as he reached his climax his eyes rolling back, furrowed brows and parted lips, sweat on his forehead on which his blonde curls stuck to.

The moan was so loud and needy and was heard throughout the whole flat for sure.

Wonpil adjusted his tie in the mirror again smirking at his reflection.

“Guess she saw huh”

You lean against the counter staring at your phone speechless, still in your own world.

The clicks of his footsteps came from the bedroom to the kitchen over to your vulnerable state.

“Whats the matter princess?”

“Oh and by the way, the resuarant is open till 3am my bad! I forgot to tell you i could have prevented your feet from hurting walking over here in those highheels” he sighs in a fake pitiful tone, crossing his arms on his chest.

“Here princess” he softly speaks kneeling down infront of you, undoing the strap on your heels.

“Keep them off for now we wouldn't want you crying in pain would we? ” he says gripping your thigh for balance when he removes one heal, emphasizing his last words.

He puts the heel on the floor and tightens the grip on your thigh teasingly.

“O sorry princess I was loosing my balance there”

“Wonpil”

“Yes princess what's the matter? ”

“It's opened till 3 right? ”

“Yes and it's currently 8pm princess? What are you asking”

“It's too early. I need you”

“Use your words princess”

“mmmm fuck it I need you to fill me up and make me cry in pain fuck me here and now”

“your wish is my command princess, but whats the magic word? ”

“Please Wonpil I beg I need to feel you”

“Tut tut princess.. just because I've been gone months doesn't mean I won't punish you, now address me by my name”

“Please s-sir”

He takes your last heel off quickly and lifts his hand up to your face, his index finger pushing softly against your lips.

“Say no more, princess”

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[gotmetalkinginmysleep]

Clink

Genre: Smut with Kim Seokjin x Female Reader

Warnings: Restraint, metal cuffs, without giving too much away you’re restrained to something making you kneel before him. A really bad movie reference but it makes sense. Voyeurism (sort of).

Summary: You finally get a glimpse of Jin taking his Dominating role at an unexpected time.

Reference: I Feel Like I’m Drowning by Two Feet.

Request: Baby wants attention. Baby wants that one *points at Seokjin * please kiki I’ve been good 🍼💦✨ @sweet-teeth-mfs

Notes: As I’ve mentioned before, I personally feel Jin is quite a dominating character so this might not be how you see Jinnie. I’ve written him how I see him so I hope you like.

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He walks towards you as you shuffle backwards across the tiled floor. Your bare feet kicking you along as you find your back hitting the corner of the room.

You’re not afraid of him. Not in the slightest. He’s come home from work with this new dominating presence. Something you were hoping for after your teasing antics throughout the day, but not to this level. His tie already removed as he left the hallway, finding you already showered and in his oversized tee.

Jin crouches before you towering above your seated body, making you feel small compared to him. His black shirt is crisp but unbuttoned at the cuffs, his blazer making his shoulders look wider (if that’s even possible) as your eyes continue to wander his frame. Edging lower and lower, noticing the strain in his dress pants as he pulls a set of cuffs out of the blazer pocket. The metal clinking together as he unlocks them in front of you, his head tilting to the side as he watches your reaction.

“You’ve been terrible today Baby. Do you have ANY idea what you did to me?” His doe eyes long gone as they drop down to his crotch. The grasp he takes on your chin tightens slightly, angling your downward gaze to his face. More importantly meeting your eyes, his glazing over with lust as he watches you fidget beneath him.

The tee you’re wearing barely covers your slick core, gifting a peek as he drinks you in. His lips roll with desire as he watches you getting comfortable with the cold metal proposal in his hands, shuffling into position and offering your wrists to be cuffed.

Jin fastens the clasp. The click of the closure ringing through the room with each wrist. Unbeknownst to you was the other pair he has hidden in his other pocket, teasingly pulling them into view as he fastens the second set to your right wrist. Your eyes widen as he catches your glare, flitting in the direction of where he’s going to fasten you. The other end clinking against the cool radiator on your right as it’s closed tight.

He stands to full height walking away from you, peeling away the blazer and throwing it on the kitchen counter as he reaches the other side of the room. He adjusts his cuffs, rolling up his sleeves as he wanders over to the kitchen table. You’ve never known him so dominating before but he seems to be getting more and more into the role. That acting major really coming into play.

He catches your eyes as you writhe on the floor, your thighs desperately rubbing together in search of friction. He maintains his eye contact as he slowly unbuttons not one but two buttons of his shirt, loosening the collar before he grabs the back of a chair. He drags it across the tiled floor with a slight screech filling the air, positioning it right in front of you. Jin’s close enough to see everything in glorious detail, the glimpse of his collarbone and chest but too far away to touch. A complete show stopping tease.

Jin stands before you, towering above you once more as he unfastens the belt loosening the waistband as he sits down. His eyes have not once leaving yours making the ache between your legs burn, especially as he pulls his hard-on free showing you just what you did to him. He’s firm, veiny from pressure and the tip blushed and leaking.

“Jinnie?” you bravely speak up. Your voice a croaked whisper from the anticipation blocking your throat. The metal clinking against the radiator as you attempt to reach for him, hoping to help him out with his not so small problem.

“Nuh-uh Baby,” He tsks at you. “You deserve this and I deserve a treat after what you did. This is punishment. Now just sit there and take it by watching.”

The palm of his hand slides across the top of his cock, squeezing slightly to cover his hand in pre-cum before sliding it down his shaft. He hisses at first touch but he begins alternating strokes, mixing between fast and slow. His middle finger and thumb adding a pressure ring as he slightly squeezes as he reaches the tip. Jin’s face and neck begins to blush from excitement, as his head rolls back with the pleasure that finally hits him. His neck tense as he breathes deeply.

The loud whimpers you hear aren’t from Jin. They’re from you, which catches his attention. Your mouth is salivating yet your throat is dry. You’re rubbing your thighs together yet unable to satisfy the burning ache that’s starting to hurt within your core. This is punishment.

He continues to pleasure himself before you, slowly and torturously groaning thanks to his touch. Something he’s been aching to do all day, but now he’s finally able to release. Right in front of your eyes and you’re reeling from sexual frustration.

“Pl-please Jinnie. Let Baby help,” you cry. You adjust your tone as well as your position on the floor. Kneeling before him, your knees painful against the tiles as you try to gain a little bit of dominance in this situation, “Jinnie, you can’t put me in…”

Jin’s head rolls forward suddenly and tilts to the side. His hand doesn’t stop stroking his cock leaving his fingers glistening from his arousal. His eyes are dark and slightly menacing, a look to warn you back into your corner.

“Seriously Baby?” He asks as he cocks his brow. His attention directing at you as he slows his movements, “are you seriously going to quote Dirty Dancing at me right now?”

You fidget once more as he leans forward on the chair, closing the distance between you. His hand sharply cups your chin as he angles it towards his face, making sure you understand he’s in control here, not you. He brushes his pre-cum covered thumb across your lips, offering the only taste you’re going to get anytime soon. He maintains your gaze as he leans back into the chair. His hand wrapping around his cock once more leaving you groaning at his salty taste.

Jin looks down at his crotch before lifting his view to drink in the sight before him. You, cuffed to the radiator and kneeling before him like he’s a god. You’re flushed pink across your cheeks and neck, lips swollen from the way you’re biting onto them while your arousal drips onto the tiled floor. He hasn’t even touched you yet and you’re a mess watching him pleasure himself.

Jin smirks, stifling a laugh as he leaves you with the words you didn’t expect to hear.

“I think you’ll find, if anyone can put Baby in the corner, it’s me.”

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[here4theheartbreak]

Detention (JiminxNamjoonxTaehyung)

AO3 Link Here!

Relationships: Jimin x Namjoon x Taehyung

Genre(s): smut

Rating: Explicit

Written for @btspolyshipbingo​

Square Filled: Roleplaying

Tags: smut, PWP, roleplaying, teacher/student roleplay, dirty talk, rough sex, threesome, bareback, switch!Jimin, switch!Taehyung, top!Namjoon

Summary: Jimin and Taehyung are stuck in detention for a very particular reason.

Word Count: ~2.5k

“You know why you’re here?” Namjoon asked, his expression stern.

Jimin lowered his gaze to the beat up desk, nodding.

“Tell me.”

“Detention.”

“Yes, but what put you in detention?” Namjoon asked.

“You caught me breaking the rules.”

“And what rule was that?”

Jimin’s cheeks mottled pink.

“Oh Christ, don’t act so innocent, Jimin. He caught you in the boy’s room with my dick down your throat,” Taehyung snapped from next to him.

Namjoon looked over, cocking an eyebrow. “You’re quite brazen for the trouble you’re in. What would happen if I told your parents about this, Kim Taehyung?”

Jimin made a small noise of distress, but Taehyung just smiled.

“But you won’t.”

“And what makes you so sure of that?”

Taehyung stood from his desk, circling around it and standing toe to toe with Namjoon, a defiant smirk on his face.

“Because I saw how hard your cock was when you were yelling at us. How desperately you wanted to fuck us both, isn’t that right? Even now... You’re trying so hard not to show it.”

“Kim Taehyung!” Namjoon cried. “That is no way to speak to your professor.”

“Isn’t it?” Taehyung asked. He reached out, palming Namjoon’s cock through his slacks. “Oh, you’re getting hard again... You like it, Professor. You wanna fuck your students, you dirty man.”

Namjoon gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I—“

“Is that true?” Jimin asked softly. He rose and circled around them, standing by Taehyung. “Do you wanna fuck us? Is that why you just gave us detention instead of telling anyone?”

Namjoon’s voice caught in his throat. Taehyung continued to rub him through his pants, short circuiting any hope of rational thought.

“If that was all you wanted, you just had to say something. We’re both legal... And we’re good at keeping secrets.”

Taehyung and Jimin glanced at one another and giggled.

“And it’s not like we need better grades in your class, so it wouldn’t even be a matter of bribery... Just a way to relieve some stress,” Taehyung added. He squeezed Namjoon for emphasis. Namjoon gasped and sighed, his eyes fluttering shut.

“You’re — You’re my students.”

“We are. And you like that idea. Or maybe you wanna just watch us fuck. Wanna see what my  cock does to Jimin’s cute little ass? How nice it stretches him? Or maybe you wanna see Jimin fuck me until I’m quiet for once. Fill me with come and make a mess out of me. Hm?”

Namjoon shuddered. “Please—“

“Oh? What was that?” Taehyung teased. Namjoon managed a glare.

“Take your pants down and fuck each other.”

“If we do... You won’t tell our parents?” Jimin clarified.

“I promise.”

Jimin and Taehyung exchanged another look. Jimin dug around in his backpack, grabbing a bottle of lube.

“Lean over the desk,” he said.

Taehyung obeyed without question. He let go of Namjoon and leaned over the desk he’d been sitting at, undoing his belt and button on the slacks.

“Just pull them down enough,” Namjoon instructed. “Both of you... Keep your uniforms on.”

Jimin smirked. “Wow, you are dirty... Wanna help me stretch him out?” He pulled Taehyung’s slacks and boxers down around his thighs and pushed his uniform jacket up his back a little to fully expose the smooth swell of his ass.

“You start... Judging by the lube, today wasn’t first day you two have gotten busy in school.”

Jimin shook his head no. He poured some lube onto his fingers and spread it around Taehyung’s hole before slipping two digits in. “No way. Usually we fuck in the closets. But we were desperate today.”

Taehyung moaned happily when Jimin began to finger him open. “To be honest,” he panted, “most of the time when we’re late to your class it’s because one of us needed to come... So the other has to sit through your lecture with come dripping out of their ass.”

“Or a belly full - that’s my favorite,” Jimin said.

“I prefer the ass, obviously,” Taehyung said, whining when Jimin began to scissor his fingers.

“Wanna play with him, Teacher?”

“I—“

“He has a crush on you, you know,” Jimin added. Taehyung swore softly, arching back and not bothering to argue.

“What?”

“We both do,” Jimin said, almost offhand. “Sometimes at night if we’re sexting... We talk about how hot it would be if you bent us over your desk... And pounded us both.”

Taehyung moaned happily at Jimin’s words.

“There’s no need to tell lies now,” Namjoon whispered, palming himself through his slacks.

“Not a lie, Professor,” Taehyung whispered. “Please... Please play with me.”

Jimin held out the lube. “We want it,” he assured Namjoon.

Namjoon wet his lips, looking from the bottle to Jimin to Taehyung.

“Both of you bend over my desk, pants down.”

Jimin grinned then. He pulled his fingers free and helped Taehyung up. They scrambled over to the large desk and Jimin dropped his slacks as well.

Namjoon shut the shade and locked the door, ensuring their privacy. He pressed firmly on each boy’s back, making sure they were flat against the desk. Their hips were touching, as close as they could get.

“Open your legs wider and spread your asses.”

The obeyed once more. Jimin grabbed Taehyung’s ass with the hand closest to him, opening his own ass with his other. Taehyung did the opposite, holding himself and Jimin, so they were holding each other open. Namjoon made a small noise.

“Perfect... You’ve been fucked a lot, haven’t you, Jimin?” He asked, rubbing his thumb over Jimin’s exposed hole.

Jimin whined and nodded. “He’s got such a big cock. How do you know?”

“Because I barely touched you and you’re opening up for me. So well trained.”

Jimin moaned happily, smiling. “I have a plug in most of the time. I love being full.”

“Good... You’ll be full this entire hour if I have my way.”

Namjoon poured lube into his hand, slicking both boys’ holes. He slipped two fingers in each, immediately beginning to open them up. The two moaned happily. They shifted, sharing a wet kiss to stifle their whimpers.

The classroom was filled with the wet, sloppy sounds of Namjoon fingering them open. When he was satisfied, he slapped their asses. He undid his pants, pulling his cock free while still keeping them up.

“Who gets my cock first, boys?”

“Jimin.” Taehyung said immediately. “He’s the good boy in class. He deserves to feel Teacher’s dick in him first.”

Namjoon thought for a moment. “He did ace today’s quiz.”

With that, he slicked his cock and pressed into Jimin’s ass.

Jimin groaned, pushing his ass back.

“How’s it feel?” Taehyung asked, shivering when Namjoon dipped two fingers back into him.

“So long.. Oh God, go all the way, please Teacher,” Jimin begged.

“Fuck,” Namjoon swore. He pulled back and drove a little deeper, letting his head fall back. “You trained his hole so well, Taehyungie. He knows just how to squeeze... I’m not gonna last long in your ass, Jimin.”

“I can make Tae come in five minutes,” Jimin panted proudly.

“Well don’t do that to me. I wanna use Taehyung’s hole a little before I come.” He pulled back and drove deep, his balls pressed to Jimin’s ass. Jimin shouted, clenching around him.

“Please! Just a few times like that, please!” He begged.

“Of course.” Namjoon pulled his fingers from Taehyung’s ass and used both hands to spread Jimin open as he pulled out.

Taehyung moaned.

“Like that?” Namjoon asked. “Watching me wreck your boyfriend’s cute little hole?”

Taehyung nodded. “He’s gonna come... He loves it deep.”

“He’s not gonna come yet,” Namjoon argued, slamming into Jimin hard. “I’m not cleaning come off my floor. Only place he‘s coming is in your ass. But I’m using that hole first.”

Both boys groaned at his words. He pulled out of Jimin, holding him open for a moment to watch his hole flutter around nothing. Namjoon spat against his hole, his cock twitching when it dribbled inside Jimin.

“Fuck... You two, I swear...”

He moved over to Taehyung, rubbing his cock on his hole. “You’re so damn arrogant and stubborn... I think  a naughty brat like you might need something harder.”

“That so?” Taehyung sassed. “Give it to me.”

Namjoon added more lube to himself and to Taehyung. He lined up and, without warning, drove deep. He didn’t stop until his balls were pressed tight against Taehyung’s plump ass. Taehyung screamed, his ass squeezing and releasing, the intrusion startling him. He arched back against Namjoon, eyes wet with tears. “Take me, pleased!” He begged. “Fuck my ass, Teacher.”

“As you wish.” Namjoon spread him open, beginning to pound into him relentlessly. He glanced over at Jimin, who was watching with lust blown eyes. “Do you want me to fuck you like this?” He panted.

Jimin nodded. Namjoon nodded as well.

“You two are such dirty, naughty sluts. Sucking cock in the bathroom... Being late to class for sex, and coming to class with come inside of you... And now, giving up your assholes to your teacher in the class your peers learn in... Not even removing your uniforms to do it.” He continued to thrust into Taehyung’s ass as he spoke. “I think you both need detention for the rest of the week.”

Jimin shivered visibly. “Gonna teach us how to be good boys?” He purred.

Namjoon drove deep and twisted his hips, dragging a high squeal out of Taehyung.

“That’s the plan. Teach my boys how to be amazing little sluts... All for me.”

He pulled out and slapped Taehyung’s ass hard. “Now. You’re about to come aren’t you?”

“Yes, please!” Taehyung begged.

“Go stand behind Jimin. Jimin, what do you prefer? Him going deep to come, or near the front?”

“Deep.” Jimin said immediately, adding more lube to his hole.

“You heard him.”

Taehyung leaned over and kissed Jimin gently before driving into him, earning a happy moan from Jimin. When he was all the way in, Namjoon pushed into Taehyung again, picking up his fast pace once more. He held Taehyung down, pinning him against Jimin.

Jimin whined and writhed under them, leaning his head back on Taehyung’s shoulder.

“You’re jerking every time he pushes in... He’s fucking you so good, Taehyungie.”

Taehyung nodded. He shuddered when Namjoon changed his angle, snapping his hips forward and twisting when he was as deep as he could go.

“I wanna come,” he panted.

“Then come,” Namjoon said. “You don’t have to fight it.”

Taehyung whined against Jimin’s shoulder, clenching around Namjoon’s cock. “I’m so close, please... Please fuck me!”

Namjoon began to pull all the way back before slamming into him again, Taehyung’s ass shaking on each thrust.

“That’s it,” Jimin soothed. “Fill yo my hole, Tae... Make me nice and wet for Teacher to play with...”

Taehyung sobbed brokenly. He jerked against Jimin, his hole clenching impossibly tight around Namjoon’s cock as he fell over the edge. His cock throbbed and twitched inside Jimin, earning a happy moan.

Namjoon pulled out, ignoring Taehyung’s weak protests, and drove his fingers in instead. He began to push and rub at Taehyung’s prostate, dragging out his orgasm longer. He didn’t stop until Taehyung begged him to, his voice ragged and broken.

“Pull out and get back on the desk. It’s Jimin’s turn.”

Taehyung did so, accepting the help from Namjoon. Jimin moved over, slicking his cock and sliding into Taehyung’s swollen, abused hole. Taehyung whined softly, closing his eyes.

“Fuck, he’s so loose...” Jimin marveled.

“You are too... He came a lot.” Namjoon said, catching a little bit of come that had made its way to Jimin’s fluttering rim. “You ready?”

“Yeah.... Please do me just as hard.”

“My pleasure.” Namjoon slicked his cock back up and drove in, sighing contentedly when Jimin opened up for him. He held onto his ass, driving into him with long, deep thrusts.

Jimin bucked back, kissing over Taehyung’s sweat slicked neck when he groaned with overstimulation.

Namjoon reached around, gently playing with Jimin’s balls, already tight to his body. “You’re so close, I can feel it,” he purred, wanting to help Jimin along. He was so close, but wanted Jimin to come first.

“Come on, sweet boy... Come so hard for me. Fill Tae’s ass. You look so pretty on my cock, opening up for me. Laid there so nice while Tae used your hole. He filled you so full, it’s time for you to return the favor.”

Jimin sobbed brokenly, nodding. “Fu— Fuck me fast, please. Hard and fast, I’m close—“

“Oh, good boy,” Namjoon praised. He picked up speed, keeping his thrusts deep. “Gonna come so nice on Teacher’s cock.”

“Deep! Hold it, please, nice and deep...” Jimin whined. He grabbed Namjoon’s hip, stilling him. He began to grunt softly, his balls throbbing in Namjoon’s palm in the same rhythm. Namjoon remained still, watching Jimin spill into Taehyung’s ass.

When his body relaxed, Namjoon kissed his neck.

“I’m gonna move again. I wanna come.”

“Come for us, Teacher,” Jimin purred. He shifted, his softening cock slipping out of Taehyung.

“Mark us up inside. Make us go home with Teacher’s load dripping out of us,” Taehyung added. He squeaked when Namjoon pulled out of Jimin’s ass and slipped into his, thrusting quick and shallow.

“Please,” Jimin begged. “Everyone will think we’re such good boys... But you know the truth.”

“That we’re just dirty sluts, willing to open our legs for Teacher,” Taehyung panted.

“And we’re gonna keep doing it,” Jimin whispered. “Every time you need to come... We’ll be there, ready for you to use us.”

Taehyung laughed breathlessly. “Teacher’s Pets, I guess.”

Namjoon growled, his short nails digging into Jimin’s ass. He began to come, still pumping into Taehyung. He pulled out after a few seconds, streaking a hot, thick rope of come over Jimin’s ass before driving into him. He went still, letting Jimin’s fluttering hole milk the rest of his orgasm from his relaxing body.

Jimin giggled tiredly, wiping sweat from his brow. Namjoon pulled out, tucking himself back into his pants. “How was that?” He asked.

“So good, Namjoon-hyung,” Taehyung said, still breathless. Namjoon helped him up and back into his pants, kissing him deeply before doing the same for Jimin.

“Fulfill that hot for teacher fantasy?” Namjoon teased.

“Sure did,” Jimin said, wrapping his arms around Namjoon.

“Not like you don’t have a fetish for us in our school uniforms,” Taehyung said. “Don’t lie.”

“I won’t. I’ve had a hard time resisting fucking you in them this long. I didn’t wanna risk ruining them.”

“But now that we’re graduated...” Jimin purred.

“You can fuck us any time,” Taehyung finished, wrapping himself around Namjoon’s other side. Namjoon sighed happily.

“How did I get so lucky? Two amazing, beautiful boyfriends like you two.”

“Your brains.”

“You’re pretty.” The two answered simultaneously, earning a heavy laugh from Namjoon.

“Let’s get back to the apartment before someone catches us on set this late.”

“Can we sleep with you tonight?” Jimin asked as the three walked out.

“Of course. Tonight and every night for the rest of our lives.”

#bangtanarmynet #btsguild #btsbookclub #armiesnet #95line.net #ficswithluv #thebtstown #jimin x namjoon x taehyung #kim namjoon x kim taehyung x park jimin #smut #bts smut #bts polyamory #polyam bts #switch!taehyung #switch!jimin #top!namjoon #mywriting

[kwantified]

fanta - kim donghyun

genre: musicmajor!donghyun, suggestive word count: 2.3k synopsis: left at the clubhouse without a drive home? no problem. kim donghyun's here with you! lower case intended.

disclaimer! makeout scene, mentions of mature themes.

maybe getting wasted would've been a better idea tonight.

in truth, you would've been more comfortable spending your first night on spring break in your room, eating or sleeping - this party was never really to your interest. it was only until your roommate, lee chaeyeon, insisted on going because she wanted to see "someone". knowing that both of you lived quite a far distance from the venue, she could use a drive home just in case, because there was no way she would stay sober until the end of the night.

that's where you came in.

you couldn't really complain; you'd put yourself in this situation, and you're sure chaeyeon would've had other friends to drive her home if you didn't want to. still, sitting on the same chairs and walking around the same rooms for four hours definitely wasn't the most fun. you've tried dancing, but the music and sweaty crowd didn't sit too well with you. you've tried talking to groups of people, scattered around the place, but they all eventually came back to the dance floor, and that's when you lost interest.

so you just took your place at the bar and stayed there with a glass of iced tea by your side.

over time, however, you saw the crowd die down a little bit. at about two in the morning, you began to see some people going home, arguing about going home, or hooking up, signalling the start of the end of the night. people started to mass-exit the venue at about three, and by three-ten, you hoped chaeyeon would've come up to you by now to go home.

there were only three people left in your sight; two asleep, and one coming down the stairs, groaning. he looked like a student himself, except a little taller and cuter than a few of the boys you've seen around. he looked tired, but it seemed like he wasn't about to black out or throw up anytime soon. in other words, he seemed sober. he was wearing a loose white button-up shirt, its sleeves folded up to his elbows, coupled with a simple pair of jeans.

you got off your chair and walked towards him, noticing his bare feet. does he live here? 

"excuse me," you cleared your throat, earning his attention, "have you seen lee chaeyeon? she's a freshman; the one who breakdanced earlier?"

"yeah, i've seen her," he ran his hands through his dark brown hair, which, frankly, looked too perfect after a whole night of sweat and drinks.

"where-" he cut you off.

"she left quite a while ago though? with sakura, i think."

it looked like the 's' in 'someone' stood for 'sakura'. your lips formed the shape of an 'o', mad at yourself for not realizing sooner.

"i think i'll just go... now," you walked out, embarrassed, "thank you, by the way."

"let me walk you out. you're the last one here," he insisted. you let him walk up next to you.

it was a short and silent walk up to the coat hangers, where you remembered you kept your coat and purse containing your keys and phone.

you approached the hanger with a black velvet purse hung on it, taking both your coat and purse outside. just to check, you opened the clutch wide for you to take the keys out. but you never felt anything metallic other than your clear-cased phone.

"is something wrong?" the man behind you asked, a little puzzled. you dashed out the front door and into the empty parking space, hoping to see your grey car. but there was only a black one.

"i... i think she might've driven my car to our dorm without me."

you returned inside, placing your coat back on a peg on the wall. you tried to call your roommate, but, of course, she didn't pick up. you sighed, gravitating towards the bottom step of the staircase leading up to the second floor.

you try to call again. and again, and again. no reply. then you texted. message after message, the texts only got delivered. by now, your eyes were heavy garage doors, slowly falling to close completely.

"hey," you saw the same guy standing in front of you, "need a bed? there's a guest room if you'd like."

"yeah, sure."

weirdly enough, you didn't feel like sleeping on this bed anymore. it's barely been ten minutes in this room, and you went from having eyes that couldn't open anymore to eyes that barely wanted to close.

all you wanted to do was go home.

so you headed out, and to your surprise, that same tall and rich guy was there in the main area. he held a large trash bag in his left hand and several empty paper cups in his right. his head turned to the creaking sound coming from the guest room's door, and then to you. he smiled a little.

"short nap?" he asked.

"couldn't really lay down well," you shrugged.

"yeah, the bed's probably covered in someone's dry semen," he half-joked, making you shudder at the thought.

"disappointed but not surprised..." you sat on one of the sofas in the seating area at the front where he was currently cleaning. you looked up at him, unknowingly admiring his features. his eyes contained the stars and the moon altogether, sparkling and sharp. his skin was so soft and clear. his lips was rough but comfortable. he's comfortable.

"quit staring, would you?" though his gaze was fixed on the cups, a grin tugging onto his lips.

you bit your lip and decided to stand up; seeing as sitting there, being embarrassed was an activity you had already done multiple times tonight. you decided to pick up one of those trash bags to help him.

"by the way, who... are you?" he asked you between cups, subtly checking you out while doing so.

"i'm Y/N. i'm a junior, i major in foreign languages," you reply quickly, "you?"

"i'm kim donghyun. also a junior, music major."

"do you live here? it's one hell of a place," you asked, genuinely curious.

"nah. a few of my friends and i rented this place for the entirety of spring break," donghyun continued, "i spent last semester tutoring middle-schoolers for this."

"so-" you got cut off by donghyun exclaiming his delight. it's a messenger in his hands. the type that involved two paper cups and a string connecting the two. his big smile practically asked you, wanna try?

"is that sanitary?"

"after you stayed in the guest room, yes,"

"it was five minutes!"

"five minutes is a long time for bacteria to get on you,"

"i need to take a shower after this,"

"great, we can do that later," he said nonchalantly.

"what do you mean, we?"

"i'm joking," he paused, chuckling, "unless you're down..."

you playfully hit him, taking the other side of the cup messenger. he motioned for you to put your ear to the open end of the cup, and you did. your eyes were on him as he pulled the cup further his way, untangling the string in between. he started to speak into the cup.

"what do you think pastel colours would taste like?" you raised an eyebrow at his random question. despite that, it was clear why he was a music major. even through some ratchet messenger, his voice was soft and satisfying, yet still had its own charm to it. you could listen to him talk for hours and you didn't think you'd ever get bored.

hesitating a little bit, you cleared your throat and moved the cup on your end to your mouth, surprised to not smell any traces of alcohol. donghyun moved his cup against his right ear, taking a few steps towards you. you could feel his gaze glued onto you, but you didn't mind.

anyways, what would pastel colours taste like?

"they'd probably taste soft, like marshmallows or lemon meringue," you paused to think, "or Sprite?"

"i don't really like Sprite. i'd rather drink..." he glanced down at your lips, "Fanta."

your 'long-lasting' lipstick was long-lasting after all. you giggled, and your cheeks were starting to become as red as your lips. without realizing, you, too, took a few steps towards him. at this point, the two of you seemed to have abandoned the paper cups and trash bags, and you could feel his breath against the bridge of your nose.

"why? it's too sweet for me."

"well," donghyun leaned down, and you swore you could hear your heart beating out of your chest, heaps of blood rushing up to your cheeks. your eyes on his, he stopped right beside your ear.

"maybe i like sweet," he whispered in your ear.

the only thing you could allow yourself to do after that was meet his lips. your hands came up to cup his face as you felt his arms engulf your waist, coming down to your hips and eventually your upper thighs; a sign for you to get up on him. everything was moving so fast, and before you knew it, donghyun was carrying you somewhere, your legs around his waist, your lips still locked with his.

one question remained in your head: are we going to his bedroom?

just as you thought he was going upstairs, donghyun had stepped on one of the paper cups, which caused him to slip back a little bit and fall consequently. luckily, he landed on a sofa, which definitely wasn't ideal, but you thought you could make it work.

"you okay?" he said in between kisses, his breath heavy. something about seeing him even slightly dishevelled like this made you want to mess him up more.

"i'm better than okay," you replied, earning a smirk from him.

you had to admit, it felt good. it felt good to feel his arms trail down from the small of your back to behind your thighs. it felt good to lay your hands on him as you slowly unbuttoned his shirt. it felt good to feel him slide the straps of your flowy top down your shoulders. it felt even better to run your hands through his thick hair and mess it up, the space between him and you limited to each others' body heat.

you savoured every sound that came out of his lips as you began to travel to his jaw and then his neck. if you could hear him speak for hours, you could hear him like this for days. at this point, the two of you knew where this was going. your hands were slowly trailing down to his belt, and his soft touch could be felt higher up your thighs, gliding under the skirt. his fingers hooked the waistband of your panties and-

a loud ring resonated through the living area, and although both of you wanted to ignore it at first, the sound was too annoying. damn.

both of you pulled away from the kiss, and you buried your head in the crook of his neck. he tilted his head back, letting out a frustrated groan. it turned into a laugh, however, as he felt you pout against his shoulder. he smiled and patted your head lightly.

"damn phone," you muttered under your breath.

you got off of him, tidied yourself up, and headed to the guest room. you checked the time; four-thirty in the morning. it's been about an hour and a half since you met donghyun, yet you've almost hooked up with him. one hell of a night, you thought.

you check your phone - chaeyeon was calling you. you answer the phone to hear a different female voice, her korean tinted with a japanese accent. sakura apologized for taking your car and asked if you were okay at the place.

"uhm, do you want me to drive you back? it's only fifteen minutes," she said.

"yeah..." you changed your mind, "actually, i-"

"okay! i'll be there soon. bye!"

the call ended just like that.

you sighed, taking your phone and purse out the room with you only to be greeted by donghyun by the doorframe buttoning his shirt up, his hair still messy.

"you staying?" he asked you softly. a few minutes ago you wanted to completely mess him up, but now you just wanted to pull him into a big hug.

you shook your head, "no. sakura's coming in fifteen minutes."

he followed you out as you made your way to the front door.

"seemed like you wanted to." it was true. you did want to stay, even if you weren't going to make out or hook up with him, you wanted to stay. you could see a tired smile form after seeing you hesitate to come up with an answer to his statement.

"you do this a lot, don't you?" you changed the topic.

"what?"

"hosting parties, hooking up with girls..."

he laughed, "what makes you think that?"

"you just seem experienced," you see him raise an eyebrow and you realize how awkward you just sounded.

"y-you just-- i don't know," you clicked your tongue.

donghyun grinned, "we have a week of spring break - maybe i'll see you around?"

you checked your phone to see a text message from chaeyeon's number. it was time for you to go.

"what about tomorrow?" you asked casually, catching him off guard. he made an "ooooh" sound towards you. 

you knew tonight wasn't the last time you'd see him.

#ab6ix #donghyun #kim donghyun #mxm #fanfic #oneshot #kpop oneshot #suggestive #party #college au #brand new boys

[euphorianyx]

Daddy Issues [Sunset] -29-

Pairing: JungKook & Reader Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst Summary: A top student, marks always high. College was not a dream for her…Except she didn’t have enough money. Her parents never earned much so they literally took care of themselves. Her boss acting like a dick towards her she quit her job. Even though she had no idea what she let herself into this was her only option.

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Cha Kwon raised from his seat.

“Us dealing white is already the talk here and Kim NamJoon has evidence so we are done!”

Soon police started to walk around their side of the building and people were side-eyeing Kwon Cha and Kwon YoonHae. They were being taken to the police station and the press was already lined up to take pictures of them. The social media blew with their news. Pictures and thoughts were everywhere.

Seeing the mess and being informed about everything Father Jeon stormed into JungKook’s room. He was shooting bullets from his eyes.

“Care to explain what the hell are you doing?”

With the victory, JungKook had a big cocky smirk on his face.

“Why father? You did not like the way I took care of things?”

Father Jeon slammed his hand on JungKook’s mahogany desk.

“There is no way this will not rub on us. The kingdom will be ruined because of your impulsiveness.”

Trying to please his father literally all his life JungKook learned a lot. If he got the company into this he might as well get it out. He did not lose the smirk on his face which made his father even angrier than he already was.

“Do not worry father. Trust me for once, will you?”

Not being able to follow JungKook, Father Jeon arched an eyebrow at him.

“Don’t do anything reckless.”

It was the only threat he could throw since he had no control over this. JungKook called YugYeom to arrange a press conference. Sooner than expected reporters took their seat in the room. They left their microphones on the stand one by one. Standing by the door JungKook fixed his tie then casually walked in. Within his dark grey suit and black shirt, he managed to look chill yet intimidating. As soon as he stepped in, the room fell silent.

“Following the current events in the name of our company I felt the pressure to clarify a few things. We are surprised as much as everyone else. As an honest citizen of this country, we have done anything with utmost care but even we made mistakes. We could not notice the dirty games that were played beneath the surface. Trust is a crucial point in our work and sadly we trusted the wrong people. To assure you I would like to remind, we have everything under record and will accept to go under investigation if its seen necessary. I hope everyone understands and keeps in mind we are not related to alleged crimes. Thank you for your consideration.”

When he returned from the press conference his father greeted him by the door with his hands in his pockets.

“Playing the victim, huh? I really underestimated you but have you ever thought what if society wants an investigation? What are we going to do?”

JungKook arched an eyebrow at him.

“Did we do anything that we would be ashamed of?”

Without waiting for any response JungKook walked past his father. 

NamJoon was all prepared when the investigation started. He worked with police and pointed out every single fault one by one. Soon he was meeting with YoonHae. With handcuffs and no make up on her face she lost all her glory.

“I know why you did this NamJoon.”

Fixing his light beige jacket NamJoon stared down at YoonHae behind his glasses then sat down across her. The small square table was the only thing separated them.

“For revenge, you think?”

YoonHae simply nodded.

“Ever thought things could be all different?”

YoonHae looked down.

“I should not have played with you.”

NamJoon bit down his lip.

“Have you ever loved anyone other than JungKook?”

Not like her usual bossy self, she tore her eyes from NamJoon. They were all teary when she looked up again.

“Listen if there is a way for you to bail me out I will do anything you want.”

NamJoon squinted his eyes. It was the first time YoonHae seemed this desperate. NamJoon paid a cold stare with no sign of pity.

“Funny because you are exactly where I want you to be so I would rather you stay there.”

With that NamJoon left his seat and YoonHae behind him as he walked out. 

The council requested an emergency meeting which JungKook was going to lead. Hair perfectly pushed back and glasses fixed JungKook was all ready. He checked his Armani watch before it all started. When he walked inside the elderly men were all sat by the oval glass table inside the meeting room.

“Gentlemen”

JungKook greeted them all with his deep voice. Their eyes sharply followed his every single move like a hawk.

“In the light of current events our companies are all under the pressure but I suggest you stay calm.”

Jang Ahn Hyo spoke with a mocking tone.

“Calm?! Our stocks are all dying...”

JungKook let out a cool smile.

“I reassure you it will not take long.”

Jeon Sang let out an annoying chuckle.

“Even if they go back to their old rate our economic loss is nonnegligible.”

JungKook kept his poker face but reminded himself to get rid of them as soon as the storm died down. Voice calm he explained.

“If your brilliant idea is splitting up I suggest you think twice. Our stocks support each other and if we split them up there won’t be a pool for support.”

With the endless complaints, the meeting was sure tiring for JungKook. When the elders were finally convinced and the foxes still thought their benefit is keeping the chain, he sighed in relief. The weight was not completely gone but you were waiting at home to take the rest off.

Greeting him by the door you could tell he was tired. You have seen the news and it was easy to tell it has been rough. When you walked towards him JungKook wrapped his arms around you and buried his head to your neck. You could feel his deep inhale.

“How about a massage?”

You asked as your melodic voice filled his ear. JungKook simply nodded without talking. Taking his hand you led him upstairs.  Making the way to your so-called room you gently sat JungKook down on the bed. Undoing his shirts buttons one by one you peeled it off. His eyes were following your every single move as you unbuckled his belt. Letting your fingers ghost on his thick thighs you pulled his pants down. 

Licking his lips JungKook, faced down on the bed. Grabbing some oil from the drawer you let a few drops of it lubricate your hands. When your fingers touched his shoulders a small smile took place on his lips. With slow yet steady moves you felt his muscles relaxing under your fingertips. Utmost care on his strained shoulder blades you slowly made your way down.

With kisses on his shoulder, your hands slowly moved down to his waist.  Soon it was hard to keep his eyes open. You stopped for a moment then realized he fell asleep. Seeing him in peace next to you was a relief. You let your fingers travel within his dark hair. 

With a sigh, he turned and literally threw his arm around you. Making yourself comfortable under his weight you drifted into a sweet sleep. By the morning the sunlight woke you up only to find JungKook watching you. His hand was on your hip while the other was supporting his head. Confused you arched an eyebrow.

“This bed seems more comfortable than mine lately.”

He kept a poker face but your bright smile still touched his heart. 

“I hope you do not mind having breakfast here.”

JungKook shrugged but was surprised when you slipped away from him. His hand grabbed the empty air while you giggled.

“I will prepare.”

With that, you rushed out. Swaying around the kitchen you cooked eggs with bacon, sliced some tomatoes and cucumbers. Picking three types of your favorite cheeses you put them on a separate plate. Picking two small bowls you put honey and strawberry jam. Lastly, you added black and green olives. 

JungKook had his breakfast regularly but he was surely picky. You were not sure if he would like what you have prepared but hoped he would. Placing his coffee next to the plates you grabbed the tray but were almost dropping it when you saw JungKook by the door. You pouted.

“I told you to stay in bed.”

JungKook arched an eyebrow.

“Should I remind you are the one that will listen to what I say.”

Then he grabbed the tray to place it on the table. When one of the maids saw him like that her eyes were twice their size. She literally runs towards you, looking down in embarrassment.

“Sorry, sir we were going to prepare breakfast.”

Her fear was flowing from her pose. Though JungKook just told her to leave so you could be alone. The breakfast passed within a comfortable silence until JungKook broke it.

“I still don’t know how this all will end Y/N.”

You placed your hand on his.

“I am sure you will find a way.”

JungKook played with your fingers as he sighed.

“What if I can’t”

He was surprised to see a small smile playing on your lips.

“Then we will leave. A small house in a quiet town is more than enough.”

He placed a kiss on your forehead then wrapped his arms around you. In the end, you were still the woman he fell in love with. Not even thinking of losing anything and ready to go anywhere with him. 

Watching the news Jimin caressed his jaw. Not drifting his eyes away from the big screen of the tv he grabbed his phone. When he checked the stock he realized Jeons’ were still high. Not pleased Jimin pulled his tie harshly.

“He found a way out huh?”

Hugging him from the back Ji Hyo tried to calm Jimin down a little bit.

“Don’t you think its time to pull out the old weapons?”

Jimin arched his eyebrows.

“The contract is terminated already its no use.”

Ji Hyo sighed.

“Legally yes but imagine if it spreads around that he practically has a slave what would people think?”

Jimin grabbed his phone to call someone so he could give the big news.

Next Chapter

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[namooon]

trapped • (knj)

you and namjoon, your decidedly intolerable teacher’s assistant, get trapped in a room together.

warnings: smut, lots of dirty talk, to the point of it being dirty talk + fingering, degradation, humiliation, demeaning names, pwp, angry joon, d/s themes, slight dubcon, exhibitionism, probably the most self-indulgent thing ever tbh (on the bdsm test i got 100% degradee uwu), enemies to... lovers?

rating: explicit

word count: 3.4k

Kim Namjoon had to be the most intolerable person you’d ever met in your life. He was a teacher’s assistant who was somehow a suckup to himself. He was on his way to receiving his bachelor’s in psychology, yet he was the most self-absorbed, arrogant bastard who’d ever disgraced the Earth. In your opinion, of course. Most seemed to like him, to tolerate how incessantly annoying he could be if you gave him the slightest impression that he was smarter than you. Which you seemed to do quite often.

“Y/N!” he shouted, snapping in front of your face with, irritatingly enough, perfectly groomed fingers.

“What?” you groaned, tossing our head back so fast that you barely missed the wall behind you. Namjoon side-eyed you, placing his pencil down and turning to you.

“Y/N. You need to learn how to focus, that’s why we’re doing this in the first place, you know that, right? Or do you not have the small capacity in your brain to recollect why you’re in a room?” he asked slowly, as if he were explaining how to a toddler how to hold a crayon. Okay, so maybe Namjoon had a point. The whole reason you had to deal with him so much was because you had an issue with focusing on things that, well, weren’t psychology. Like what you were going to eat for dinner (which was 98% of the time fast food) or how badly you wanted to pound your TA in the face with your fist (or how you wanted him to pound you when he wore the black belt and tight white shirt that accentuated his figure and made the Namtiddies™ stand out). And, okay, maybe you didn’t totally hate him and his fuckable brain.

“I take offense to that! It’s hard to remember where you are when facts about brains are being crammed into your brain. It’s super interesting but-” Namjoon slammed a textbook onto the desk, drifting your eyes to him instantly after a much too dramatic gasp.

“No one cares! Get back to Freud or he’ll come back to life and figure out why you’re so messed up,” he shouted, refocusing on the papers in front of you

“Maybe I need that,” you mumbled, pouting.

“Well, when I get my Ph.D., you’ll definitely be my first patient, I’ll even give you 10% off,” he said, smiling that stupid, ridiculously cute smile where his lips were straining against his teeth, eager to get back to work.

“I have to pay?! Tolerating you every day should be enough payment for a lifetime of therapy!”

“Yeah… that’s exactly what I’m afraid you’ll need,” he sighed, shaking his head in mock pity.

Around half an hour later, you’d settled down and we’re staring intently at the document in front of you, typing your thoughts rapidly without even thinking of editing what you were putting onto the page, much to Namjoons chagrin. Both of you were too enraptured in the work you were doing to notice how late it was getting, the sun had already set and it was the weekend, meaning the janitor came in earlier just to lock up and check to make sure no one had dropped a bomb in the bathrooms. The small click that emanated throughout the room made both of you jump.

“What was that?” you questioned, brows furrowing. You looked out the window, dread immediately filling your being at the darkness filing into the room.

“Shit,” you and Namjoon said, in unison.

“We just got locked in here, didn’t we?” he sighed, leaning back and running his hands over his face in obvious distress.

“Mhm,” you spoke, nodding your head gravely. “T-together. This is the shit I have nightmares about, Namjoon. The kind of stories that parents tell their children to scare them from disobeying. This,” you paused, wiggling your fingers for dramatic effect. “Is what every horror movie is based on.” Namjoon rolled his eyes, getting up from his chair and gathering both of your things. He strode to the door, testing to make sure you guys were actually right, and, much to his displeasure, you were. The both of you were locked inside this stupid lab room, your phone was dead, and his barely had signal. Walking over to desks closer to the door, he set your things down and pulled out his phone, looking for help. A small smile grew on his face at the misfortune that he was led to when all he wanted to do was help you out with your homework.

“Who’re you texting?” you asked, all of a sudden right next to his ear. You jumped on his back and promptly (accidentally) knocked his phone out of his hand, too fast for either of your shocked brains to comprehend until a loud crack entered your ears. His small smile was instantly wiped off his face, whipping his head around, staring at you incredulously.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” he shouted, leaning down and picking the shattered object up. The screen wouldn’t turn on when he pressed the power button, only a green line going through the center before all light was cut off, showing him it was broken.

“You were ignoring me!” you whined, trying to placate the situation by sitting next to him and patting his shoulder.

“So you broke my phone?” he hissed, knocking your hand off with a swift jut and a glare.

“I didn’t mean to,” you mumbled, meak and taken aback at the hostility in his gaze.

“But you fucking did and now we’re locked in here with no way to get out!” he turned away, allowing you to realize just how upset he really was. You were sorry, you really were, you were just trying to mess with him a little bit and ended up cracking his screen. You figured that lightening the mood could help.

“Oh, Namjoon, always so negative. Now you can pay attention to me! How about we find a board game or something to entertain us?” you asked, far too cheery for what you just did.

“No fucking way, just leave me alone,” he snapped, stroking the edges of his phone dejectedly.

“So… do you wanna make out, then?” you asked, purposefully trying to get on his already clearly frayed nerves. He shot you a sweltering glare and narrowed his eyes, leaning in so close that you could feel his body heat and smell the cologne that wafted off of him in delicious waves.

“No, Y/N, I don’t! You know what I really do want to do?” he asked gruffly, his muscles wound so tightly you could see them straining against his skin in the loose and very, very thin t-shirt he was wearing. The grey fabric flexed on his chest when you looked down at it and how puffed it was from the clear and pure anger radiating off of him

“I want to fuck you so hard that your throat hurts from screaming and your pussy is numb.”

“W-what? Namjoon-“ you asked, shocked that the man who once reprimanded a freshman for saying “bitch” would say something so obscene to you. He ignored you completely, preferring to let his breath wash against the shell of your ear rather than listen to you.

“Then maybe a slut like you would be sated, but I think you’d like that too much. I’d have to gag you with my fingers, wouldn’t I? You’d probably drip all over the floor at how hard I’d pull your hair, wouldn’t you?” by now your body was buzzing with arousal and your breaths were coming out in pants. When you did nothing but swallow deep in your throat, he grabbed it and turned you towards him roughly. His jaw jutted out to match yours, manipulating our mouth into a pout by pressing down and pulling on your reddening skin.

“You’d be dripping on the floor. Wouldn’t you?” his tone, this time, had a sense of finality lacing every word, letting you know that this wasn’t a game to him anymore. You nodded quickly, eyes completely blown out with both fear and the most insatiable need you’d ever felt for someone else. “Y/N, I’ll ask you once more, if you don’t answer correctly then I will spank your ass until it’s bruised. Would your dumb little pussy be dripping on the floor for me?”

“Yes!” you gasped out dryly. “I’d be d-dripping on the... on the floor for you.” He hummed, tutting against your skin in mock disappointment, as if saying “good enough, I guess” without words.

“We’ve been waiting for so long now that someone is bound to walk in soon, right? If I were to strip you bare and bend you over facing the door, you’d like that, too, huh? You want them to try to save you? Try to get your blurry eyes to focus on them and not the back of your head?” You let out a cry when his other hand moved to your hair, yanking it just like you both wanted him to. It exposed your throat to his assailing mouth, allowed him to nibble dark marks across the strained and stressed skin. His fingers flitted across your arm, wrapping around it and tugging you into his lap, your jacket lying on the stool you previously occupied, about to fall off and… when did that come off? You were absolutely mindless at his words, your previous shock and embarrassment washing away.

“Well, guess what, baby girl? No one can save you from me,” he whispered. Before you could let out a word (which, honestly, seemed like the last thing you could’ve done at the moment), he placed two soft-tipped fingers on your lips, fiery eyes meeting your own. You quickly tried to stray from the submission that flooded you and your, at this point, useless underwear when you looked into his eyes, choosing to settle on his lips. When he mouthed “suck”, unquestioning and completely expectant of our complacency, you did so, dazed and in no position to deny him.

“You’re so pathetic, aren’t you?” he growled, lowly. His voice this entire time had been quiet, intimate, almost, as if you weren’t the only people in the whole building who could hear each other. “I was texting Jimin, by the way. Told him that you and I were stuck in the school together, but right before I could tell him what room we were in, you had to go and break my phone. You probably did it on purpose, didn’t you?” You shook your head, trying to pull off of his fingers with wide eyes, attempting to deny the accusation but he just shook his head right back.

“Shh,” he spoke, laughing softly at your expense. By now, your spit had dripped down to his palm, unable to stop the small stream of saliva. Namjoon didn’t seem to mind, though, just pressed the pads of his fingers deeper into your hot, wet mouth, clearly wishing it was sucking on something of a different caliber. He kept pressing until you felt like gagging, leisurely and casually beginning to thrust from there to the tip of your tongue, over and over. “It’s okay, doll, I know you can’t control yourself. Can’t help but try and get my attention whenever you can, my desperate little slut, huh?” he asked, picking up the pace of his fingers. You moaned and nodded- well, desperately. 

All he’s done is talk to you and shove his fingers in your mouth and, yet, you couldn’t think of a time where you’d been this turned on, probably in your whole life. You wanted something more, the satisfying feeling of his clearly hard cock grinding against you, at least, but you had a feeling that if you tried to take an ounce of dominance away from the man below you, it wouldn’t end well. Hips squirming and eyes glazed over, you tried to suck on the appendages in your mouth when he reached the back of your throat, causing them to go deeper than they had in the time he’d been thrusting. He tilted his head, watching the display and certainly feeling it with a steady, overwhelming gaze.

“What is it, baby? What do you want?” he asked, obviously not expecting you to speak verbally, fingertips in the same, deep crevice of your throat, leaving you on the precipice of gagging. Your hands that had been previously clutching his shoulders moved to his free hand, picking it up and carefully bringing it to cup your mound. His hand encased it completely, allowing both of you to relish in the feeling of warmth and dampness emanating from you. It was the first time in you knowing him that he let his guard down, allowed his mouth to gape and his eyes to focus solely on where the two of you met. The concentration he held on your arousal left you unbalanced and, out of instinct, Namjoon swiftly removed his hand from your mouth, trying not to get any spit on your shirt when he steadied you.

“Do you want me to touch you, Y/N?” he asked, gruff after he cleared his throat. You nodded, still clutching his wrists in an attempt to hold him to you.

“Yes, yes, please, want you to… to do anything, please,” you whimpered. It felt like you’d been edged for hours when, in reality, he hadn’t even touched you.

“Your pussy’s probably so tight, though, sweetheart, it might not even be able to take two of my fingers,” he sighed, teasingly. He removed himself from your grasp, despite your protests, and switched hands, bringing the still-damp one to the waistband of your panties, snapping it against your taut skin, clearly unhappy with your lack of a verbal response.

“N-no! No, Joon, I can take it, I can,” you whined. A pout had long ago settled onto your lips, making him chuckle, once again, at your suffering.

“Yeah?” He gripped your hips, hoisting the both of you out of his seat, encouraging your limbs to wrap around him. His long legs carried the both of you to the desk at the front of the room, coincidentally right in front of the door, laying you down on top of it. Catching you looking at it, shellshocked that he was actually doing this, he stuck his fingers in your panties and watched your face, confidence only growing, as he felt glossy strings of arousal connecting them to your lower lips. His fingers were cold from the room hitting the moisture from your tongue, contrasting to the wet heat in your crotch, making you jump when he touched you.

“Oh, Y/N, you’re getting off on this? You like the fact that poor Jiminie is going to stumble through the halls looking for us and get an eyeful of this soaking wet pussy?” he asked, slowly circling your clit until your legs twitched in sensitivity, tapping it when you whimpered his name.

“Let’s take those… clothes off,” he spat, as if the objects keeping him from seeing you were vile and needed to be removed. He did so, making sure to drag his knuckles along your slit. When the items on your lower half were removed, he brought his hands to your thighs and parted them until he felt resistance, keeping you open for, well, anyone to see. Leaning in, he closed his eyes, burying his face into your arousal like it was his last meal. Promptly, he took a large breath, letting the smell of you into his nose obscenely, allowing you to squirm away and make a noise of disgust at his… carnal actions.

“Ugh, Joon, dooon’t,” you whined playfully, giggling a little, expecting him to smirk at you or apologize for the act. Instead, he glared at you, forcing your lips apart with one hand and stretching your opening with the promised two fingers on his other, no warning given and effectively shutting you up.

“Did I say you could speak to me?” he scoffed, scissoring your soaking hole out of pure ire, ignoring your hiss at the sting. “You know, you really don’t know how to keep your mouth shut, do you? Now I’m going to have to make you keep it shut. Hopefully Jimin gets here soon, he’s always talking about how much you deserve to choke on something thick.” There’s no fucking way, you thought. Jimin was the sweetest boy you’d ever met, and, now more than ever, you wondered how the man in front of you could be his best friend. As if he could hear your thoughts and thought they were bothersome, too, he balled up your panties and brushed the material against your raw lips, reminding you that he hadn’t even kissed you, yet!

“Say, ‘ah’,” he spoke, patronizingly. You slowly opened up, allowing him to push the soaked panties onto your tongue, all the way to the back of your throat. He smiled, tapping your chin affectionately before pinching your mouth closed roughly, completely contrasting his previous actions. “Spit that out and we will have much bigger problems, Y/N,” he said, glancing down at his still-straining erection. Namjoon hooked his fingers up once he deemed you properly stretched, finding your g-spot quickly and eliciting a muffled moan from you. You clenched sporadically, practically ruining what he did to prepare you, tugging his unmoving fingers deeper into you.

“Pleath,” you tried to get out. Darkened eyes met your own, capturing you in his beauty, your own convincing him to rub his thumb across your swollen clit. Your thighs jumped once again, trying to close in on him despite your pleas. He didn’t allow you to, of course, and held you open against even your strongest attempts to get away.

“Such a pretty little cunt, isn’t it?” he asked, bending down and examining it further. “Every time you open your dirty mouth, I think about ruining it. About how red and swollen it’d look, dripping with my cum after I’m done with you.” At your choked gasp, he began jutting his fingers against your insides, stroking the silky, hot walls, almost impatiently. A muffled, distorted version of his name came from you, trying to grab at his wrist to get him to please, slow down, it’s too much, completely cut off when he stopped altogether.

“Don’t test me. One more wrong move and you’re not coming for two weeks,” he scolded, resuming once more when you nodded and placed your hands under your back. At the idea of him controlling your orgasms for the next two weeks, the promise of doing this again, your orgasm was closer to crashing onto you than ever before, the urge only getting stronger when he started sucking bruises into your thighs, biting them and uncaringly pulling at the skin with his teeth. His unoccupied hand came to rest on your lower stomach, right above your mound, pressing and holding you down. The realization that he was literally making you sit there and take it had another gush of arousal dripping onto him, immediately being thrust back into you at the force and pace he was going at.

Veins in his muscular forearms protruded with the effort it took to bring you this far, this quickly. Long, uncontrollable moans fell from you, the creeping feeling of the strongest orgasm you’d ever felt was now at its peak, hitting you all the way from your womb to the rest of your body. Namjoon was observing you, putting even more pressure onto your stomach, like he was forcing it out of you, forcing his orgasm out of you.

“Come, baby, that’s it, come for me, all over me, there you go,” he encouraged. Elegant and perfect fingers jackhammering the eye-watering spot inside of you until finally, finally, the dam broke before you could even try to stop it. Stars flitted in and out of your vision rapidly, your body feeling like it practically left itself and you were watching it convulse through some hazy, out of this world state. Your hips snapped and thrashed against Namjoon’s hold, trying to get away from the insane stimulation you were receiving.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, you’re okay, you did so well,” he praised. When you managed to open your eyes, you saw him wipe his entire arm against his jeans to rid himself of your juices. You closed them again, allowing him to reach over you and pull your completely tarnished underwear out of your mouth. The boneless feeling you had was receding, allowing you to bask in the bliss Namjoon caused.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” he chuckled, next to you all of a sudden. You opened your eyes and instead of seeing Namjoon in front of you, it was Jimin.

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#kim namjoon smut #namjoon smut #bts smut #namjoon scenarios #namjoon x reader #bts scenarios #bts x reader #this is my first work on here so pls be gentle w it but i would like criticism #also let's pretend that doors in schools lock from the outside without a key sdkjdsfhk #and ignore the fact that the janitor was legit a ghost and jimin could get inside w/o him even knowing LMAOOO

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Chapter 20 of SFV

Chapter 20 - Day 2: The Oh Boyz Routine

(11:55am)

The Stoppable-mobile headed back onto 83 to head north to continue their journey to Valentine. They saw nothing but the rolling prairie grasses of late-November, and the cool wind blowing against the saran wrap of the makeshift windows.

Back in the camper, Mary was still asleep while Canna was sending a text to Bonnie.

Did you take any humiliating photos yet of K? read the text from the wealthy heiress.

Canna texted her back, saying Just the ones from Bumblebees where Ron was grabbing his wife by the ass to cover her.

Bonnie then replied with, LOL! You're doing good so far! Just make sure that you take the photos where you won't draw attention to the redhead. And remember, my associate will meet you at the Bueno Nacho Express there in Valentine for the device!

Canna understood and texted back, I will be there ASAP...

"Now...Ron..." Kim said, "...do you have everything ready for the Oh Boyz routine?"

"The Oh Boyz Routine?" Ron wondered.

"Don't tell me you forgot!" Kim muttered. Her hooked overalls strap was resting barely on her shoulder. "We had a runthrough of this sitch before a few weeks ago, remember?"

Ron thought to himself for a moment.

(Three weeks ago)

At the Possible house, Kim was in the backyard with her former fellow cheer-mates. They consisted of Tara, Jessica, Liz, and Crystal.

They were each wearing white croptops with the words, in capitalized red letters of "WE" "MAY" "BE" "TAKEN" "BUT", worn by Kim, Tara, Jessica, Liz, and Crystal, respective;y. They were all wearing Club Banana signature baggy denim overalls as well. Tara had both straps hooked. Jessica wore hers with the left strap hooked and right strap off. Crystal and Liz had the right strap on and left strap off. Kim was more experimental, crossing over the left strap and hooking it to the right side of the bib.

"Now that you are all here, we are going to go through the Oh Boyz Routine for the South Dakota concert coming up in a few weeks." Kim said.

"What exactly is the routine, Kim?" Tara asked.

"I hope it's not exactly what I think it is..." Jessica whimpered.

"No, Jess. It's not...that stuff..." Kim groaned, not wishing to get too graphic on the info. "We're just, for the first time in 13 years, expressing our support for the Oh Boyz now that they are officially back together!"

"Understandable. But why did you choose me instead of Monique?" Crystal asked, "I'm not as big of an Oh Boyz fan as her."

"Because she is eight months pregnant with her kid." Kim replied. "And trust me, Chrys, Jamarcus doesn't want to carry a pregnant lady on his shoulders."

"Ohhh..." Crystal understood.

"When the Oh Boyz come out onto the stage, we all unhook our overalls at the same time with me, Tara, Jess, Liz and Chrys. And on the interior of the bib is a message of support for the Oh Boyz, showing that we still are their fans even though all of us are taken!" Kim explained the nature of her plan. "And we are going to wear the overalls like that through the entire concert...with belts on of course to prevent any Ron-like accidents."

"Okay...sounds like a good idea." Tara replied.

"Now...scream your loudest girls and unhook those straps now!" Kim decreed.

They all did so and it revealed that the inside of the bibs said in bright white letters "BUT" "WE" "STILL", a pink heart" , and "THE OH BOYZ" again worn by Kim, Tara, Jessica, Liz and Crystal, in that order.

(end flashback)

"Oh now I remember! Now I see what you mean!" Ron said, grinning. "At least that's better than...say...exposing your boobs to a potential nationally televised audience and getting the both of us fired from GJ."

"Relax, Ron! That is so not going to happen in the slightest!" Kim chuckled. "Now, can you check on the kids and Rufus for me?"

"Sure can do, KS!" Ron replied as he turned his head to the back.

"Let's see...Justin is still playing with his tablet, Rufus is still asleep and Alexa has colored her own skin with crayons...wait a minute...ALEXA IS COLORING HER HANDS AND LEGS WITH CRAYONS?!"

"Alexa! No! Crayons are for the coloring book, not for your own body!" Kim exclaimed as she grabbed a moist towelette from the glove compartment. She took her eyes off the road and turned her full attention to Alexa to try and clean her up. Her legs were the ones doing the steering of the wheel.

The van went off the road, driving into the grass.

"Uh...KS?" Ron questioned, trying to get his wife's attention.

"Not now, Ron! Can't you see I'm busy with Alexa?" Kim muttered, trying to wipe the crayon off her leg. Instead, the most towelette actually was combining the colors together. Also, another button popped off the croptop Kim was wearing, exposing more of her cleavage and black bra.

"I look like a rainbow!" Alexa squeaked.

"We're driving in the grass!" Ron screamed.

Rufus screamed and closed his beady eyes.

Kim dropped the towelette and focused her attention back on the road. She steered the wheel away from the grass and back on the highway. The hooked overalls strap slipped off her shoulder and the bib began to curl fully.

"Whew..." she said, breathing a sigh of relief, "...that was extremely close!"

"I'd say!" Ron exclaimed. "Good thing the van wasn't damaged!"

Just as soon as he said that, he heard thumping on the highway.

"Ron...do you hear that sound?"

"Uh...yeah, KS. I do hear that!"

"Can you check to see where it's coming from?"

"Sure can do!"

Rufus looked outside. He pointed his paw at the origin of the sound. Ron also looked outside and gasped, "KS, we may have to pull over..."

"Why, Ron?!" Kim moaned.

"The tire on the right side of the camper has gone flat. We may want to pull over." Ron said.

Kim made a groaning sound that yet another thing was going to slow them down, but she had no choice.

"You're right, Ron." she replied, "Stupid good for nothing delay..."

She pulled the vehicle on over to the side of the road to stop the irritating thumping and turned on the hazard lights on the van.

"Where are we now?" Kim asked.

"We are about 30 miles outside of Valentine." Ron said, looking at the GPS.

"So we're still stuck in Prairie-land aka the middle of nowhere!" Kim groaned even louder. She threaded her hand through the hooked strap, allowing it to fall down. It showed off her midriff and a couple of recent tattoos of a red dragon and an angel right above her belly button. . She opened the door and, unknown to her, the right side zipper to her overalls zipped down, showing off a side of her black panties with purple hearts. "Are the lemon squares you made for Thanksgiving still intact?"

Ron looked through the saran-wrapped third row window of the van and gave a thumbs up.

"Get out of the van and help me out here for the spare!" Kim demanded while grabbing her purse. "And Rufus, stay here and watch the kids...make sure that Alexa doesn't make herself into a Picasso painting."

Rufus hummed and saluted, taking watch of the kids.

"Rightey-o, Kim!" Ron replied as he opened the passenger van door and closed it.

The two of them walked behind the van. Kim made an exasperated gasp.

"The rear bumper is gone!" she exclaimed.

And indeed, the rear bumper had fallen off the van as well, adding to the damage that the Stoppable-mobile has suffered through on this trip.

The two then walked 7 feet to where the flat tire was. It had two nails in it.

"At least we now know what caused the flat." Ron admitted, leaning against the open door. One of the belt loops got caught against the open hinge of the door.

"What's going on?" Mary asked, coming out of the camper.

"And why do you have to disturb our beauty sleep...?" Canna questioned, yawning.

"Flat tire ish." Kim replied. "It's no big."

Shen then asked, "Are you two going to help?"

"So not! I don't want to get my nails all dirty from tire treads!" Canna countered.

"Suit yourself!" Kim snarked.

Mary and Canna went back inside.

"Where did you put the spare for the camper?" Kim asked her husband.

"I put it in the back in a compartment, KS." Ron said, "Just allow me, the man of the house, to get it out!"

But as he did so, the belt loop caused his pants to be pulled down, showing off his polka dot boxers.

"Ron..." Kim muttered, "...stop messing around and get the spare!"

"Oh right! Right!" Ron said as he pulled back his pants halfway going into the camper.

A few minutes later, Ron, now with his pants pulled up normally, got out with the camper spare.

"I got it, KS!" Ron said.

"Good, I'm gonna get the two jacks from the back." Kim replied, but as she walked to get the jacks her overalls started to slip from the rear, showing off more of her panties. She ignored it and brought the jack around. "Ron, get the lug nuts loose first!"

"This should be no problem!" Ron said, putting the spare to the side and got the tire wrench from the repair kit.

He loosened the lug nuts on the flat tire slightly and Kim raised the trailer with the jack.

"Do you envision doing this on vacation, KS?" Ron asked as he loosened the last lugnut on the flat.

"No...I hoped that we never go through this flat tire sitch ever again since Florida." Kim groaned.

Ron replaced the flat tire with the spare.

"Now we can cross that off the list." Ron replied as he lowered the trailer and tightened the lugnuts again. Kim inflated the tire to the correct PSI, but unfortunately, her undone overalls slipped past her bottom, showing off an embarrassing unicorn tatoo on her left buttock and a butterfly tatoo on her right.

"That'll have to do until we get a new tire put in." she muttered.

Ron then finally noticed his wife's unicorn tattoo and said, "Uh...KS?"

"Ron, can it wait? I have to put the flat back in the camper." Kim retorted, still grabbing the removed flat tire. When she shoved the tire into the camper, though, her undone overalls were officially on her ankles the undone strap dragging on the pavement.

"Kinda importante! Your overalls are falling off!" Ron exclaimed.

Kim finally looked down and gasped. Her cheeks blushed in embarrassment!

"Oh no...not again!" she groaned. "I'm glad that no one saw that!"

Little did she know that Canna was snapping the pictures from her smartphone, and as per Bonnie's orders, has not yet uploaded them to her social media accounts.

The redhead managed to pull the overalls back up and she zipped up the side zipper. She also pulled back up the hooked right strap of the overalls and kept the left strap undone.

"Now let's head back on the road." Kim insisted.

She and Ron got back in the Stoppable-mobile.

"Alexa, we're going to have to clean you up before we get to the Bueno Nacho in Valentine." Kim groaned, looking at her daughter.

The van, with the spare on the camper, pulled away from the shoulder and back onto the highway. Kim hoped that no more distractions would be on this drive...or on the trip for that matter.

#kim possible #fanfiction #stoppable family vacation

[guccybangtan]

Blue Side- Chapter I

Hello everyone and welcome to my new story! I’m not entirely sure how long its gonna be but I hope you all like it regardless! I don't have a summary for it right now because I'm just kind of rolling with the ideas so it'll be a surprise. I was inspired by @daydream-hobii with all of her hybrid stories so go check them out~

Pairing: Hybrid! BTS x Reader, Platonic! Reader x Jackson Wang; Features: Mark Tuan, Im Jaebum, Bambam;

Word Count: 1,487

Warning: TALK OF SEXUAL ABUSE!! READ WITH CAUTION! 🚨Mentions of physical and emotional abuse;( will be updated as the story progresses)

**Links Removed** see masterlist for other chapters

Letting out a groan, Y/N sat up, smashing the snooze button on her alarm. She loved her job, she really did, but sometimes it had her working crazy hours, just like tonight. She worked with some of her best friends at a hybrid adoption center. They also were an emergency care center. Y/N always wanted to care for them, since a lot of the time they were mistreated. She still couldn’t believe that people treated them like such animals. After she managed to get up she  got dressed she made a cup of coffee to go. When she stepped out into the brisk night air, she decided to walk to the center as it was only a short distance there and she liked to walk. It didn’t bother her that it was the night, she actually quite enjoyed it.

“ Hey Y/N!” Jackson said cheerfully as she pushed the doors open.

“ Hey Jackson, how are you doin’?” She asked, still a little tired.

“ A little stressed, we got a few new patients. Mark said some won’t talk at all so I’m glad you’re here.” Mark was one of their doctors.

Y/N was good with hybrids, like strangely good. When they had hybrids that were scared,too nervous to open up, or afraid of males, she would be the one to talk to them and get treatment started. Bambam was the only other worker like Y/N that was really good with hybrids, so most of the time they did their rounds checking on everyone together. Their team was relatively small at the center but they did well.

“ Who should I check first?” She asked. She was alone tonight. Some of the hybrids would be in more distress than others, which could cause lasting damage if not dealt with immediately.

“Uh, there’s a bengal cat that keeps trying to escape the room, won’t stop hitting the glass. A red panda that won’t come out from under the bed and a wolf with some really bad lacerations.”

“Guess we’ll start with the wolf.”

After Jackson got her the mobile med kit, Y/N set out to find Jaebum. He was the one with all the keys to the rooms because he tended to make sure they were always in order. The hybrids were locked in at night for safety. Since there were so many different kinds they didn’t want any fights to break out. They were always allowed to play outside and hang out, with supervision from the daytime staff, for most of the day. After Y/N had found him and collected the key she make her way toward the wing that held all the canines and similar animals. Peeking in the window Y/N tried to make an assessment of the man without disturbing him yet. He was tall, very thin, with what looked like quite a few deep, angry, scratches down his chest and possibly down his back. He was sitting in the corner farthest from the door, all the furniture pushed to the opposite side of the room. Y/N reached for the clipboard attached to the door.

“Kim Namjoon.” She whispered

        Wolf Hybrid

        Male

        Age 23

       History of abuse

More facts were listed about him but she wasn’t too concerned with them. This was gonna be harder than she though. Taking a deep breath she knocked on the door and stuck the key in to unlock it. As soon as she pushed open the door his head snapped up, fierce eyes meeting hers. An immediate guttural growl left his throat.

“ Hey there,” Y/N began, setting the kit down as she put her arms out in front of her, “I’m just here to clean your cuts.”

“ Don’t touch me.” He stated it with so much dominance Y/N almost contemplated leaving but she knew if she didn’t clean him up an infection could be fatal.

“Sorry, I really need to clean your cuts. If you get infected nothing good will come of it.”

He sat up, looking like he was considering rushing her. She began to reach for her radio on her hip to call Jackson, raising her other hand towards the man to show she wasn’t a threat. Before she pressed the button to talk, he seemed to reconsider.

“ Make it quick.” He spoke lowley

“ I’ll be gentle…?” Even though she knew his name she wanted him to give it to her. That way they could build trust.

“Namjoon.”

“Okay, Namjoon. I’ll do my best, but I need you to take off your shirt.’’ This caused him to hesitate. All traces of the show of dominance seconds ago left his body. He looked down and began to shrink away from her. Something clicked in Y/N’s head. Maybe she was thinking of the wrong kind of abuse. She mentally cursed Jackson for not being detailed as she tried to diffuse the situation.

“ Hey, look, it’s nothing like what you’re thinking,’’ she began, moving backwards to give him some space. “ I just need to be able to see the cuts the clean them, I can call someone to get you some clean clothes for after I’m done and I’ll leave. It won’t take long, but this needs to happen. I’m sorry.’’

He looked up at her and nodded, and began to remove his shirt.

“Shit.’’ She whispered to herself as she could finally see them clearly. He looked as if he got jumped, not just a small fight. There were three large ones on his front, with some smaller ones around his neck and what looked to be a bite mark near his jugular. She grabbed her kit and began to make quick work of his front, while being as gentle as possible. She would concern herself with his back later.  Y/N was glad she had checked the clipboard, but she needed to have a serious talk with Jackson about important details.

As she cleaned him, she made mental notes to herself to see if she could get him to open up about what happened, that way they can help protect him from something like this happening again. When she was finished with his front she timidly asked if he would turn around. Again, he hesitated, but complied silently. As soon as Y/N saw his back, she quietly clamped her hand over her mouth to keep from letting out any noise; She sat up straighter and tensed uncomfortably. Not only was he covered in more cuts, he had many, many scars littering his whole back. They looked as if they were mainly from belts, like they were whipping him with the metal side, and riding crops. She worked even quicker on his back, almost unable to handle it. The poor hybrid had obviously been through a lot and she didn’t want to make him anymore uncomfortable.

Namjoon’s back had only two medium sized scratches and a few small ones but the torture that he had been through before seemed to carry the weight of a thousand worlds. She laid the last bandage and began to clean up. She quickly called Jackson on the radio and asked for some clothes for Namjoon began to bid him good night so he could change, but before she could leave he grabbed her bicep. Y/N tensed up and spun around quickly, removing his hand. He looked taken aback but spoke anyway.

“I just wanted to say thank you… most people would’ve gotten frustrated and just left, but you didn’t. Why?’’

“I know what it’s like to be abused,’’ She spoke, wrapping her arms around herself,  “not in the same way as you, but, it’s all the same anyway, isn’t it?’’

He nodded soberly and reached out for her hand. She took his and gave it a squeeze. Maybe they were more alike than they originally thought.

“What happened to you?’’ Y/N asked before she could stop herself. She immediately opened her mouth to retract her previous question but before she could he answered it.

“ I used to be apart of this group of show hybrids. They had a bunch of exotic and rare hybrids they would take to shows and banquets. There was probably eleven of us. They forced us to do tricks while at the shows and when we got home...’’ He trailed off, taking a deep breath, “ when we got home, if we messed up or didn't do something to their satisfaction,which was quite often, they would hit us, telling us they were doing it because they loved us and they wanted us to be better. They would also do things to us. Bad things. Looking back on it now, it’s not normal like they told us it was.’’

Y/N nodded as he opened up this little bit of his past. She understood. As she was about to respond Jackson burst through the door.

“We’re having a bit of a problem out here!’’

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Whipped

Summary: Kim family AU – Namjoon is a divorced, single father to Taehyung. Namjoon attends parent-teacher conference, and he soon realizes why his son is so whipped for his teacher in the first place. Genre: Fluff  Words: 3351 A/N: Another story that was written back in 2016, and revamped to the knowledge I’ve gained two years later 😅

Namjoon thought nothing of it the first time.

Watching Taehyung draw on a blank, white piece of paper with his favorite pencil crayons for his kindergarten teacher one evening was completely normal, and most definitely, tooth-achingly sweet. Surely, even though it was a drawing of his Mother (an ex-wife who shared joint custody) standing with his teacher at school, both smiling and waving hand-in-hand while Namjoon, himself, is sad, miserable and lonely inside the tall building of his work and away from his family, he still thought it was cute to offer an insight of their personal lives to his teacher. Sure, make Namjoon look like the bad guy.

The second time piqued his curiosity.

Rewind to a month ago when several failed attempts to take money from the family piggy bank in Namjoon’s bedroom – following a typical five-year old’s excuse of using it to buy a present for ‘someone special’ – was established with a trip to the dollar store. A trip where Namjoon spent exactly one dollar on a birthday card that read: ‘Happy Birthday Teacher,’ and another eleven on a pink vase containing a bouquet of fresh, white daises at a flower shop down the strip. The only explanation Namjoon got was ‘it’s her favorite color,’ and ‘she said daisies are pretty.’

It was the third time Namjoon started putting the pieces together.

Last week when his ex-wife dropped off Taehyung to his house for the weekend, he was all smiles and giggles after his final Friday class for the week, his mouth running nonstop about his teacher for hours on end and into the whole entirety of the weekend because apparently ‘she said I’m her favorite student!’

It took Namjoon a month and a half to realize his son was crushing on his very own kindergarten teacher this whole time, and he was apparently too naïve to notice.

“Just go to the damn conference,” the familiar nagging voice of his ex-wife pierces through his ear drums, nothing but an irritated buzz as she follows him around the house as he gets ready for work – it’s the same voice that made him realize why their marriage failed in the first place. “I went last time, so I think it’s only fair that you go.”

An irritated sigh escapes Namjoon’s lips, and he swears his expression is a permanent scowl when he gets into yet another argument with his ex over something so irrational. If there was anything he hated more than arguing, it was arguing in his own house with Taehyung present to hear, and apparently she was asking for it when she decided to show up at his door five before nine on a Friday – thirty minutes before an important job meeting – forcing him to take their child for an extra week because she was unexpectedly going out of town for an unexplained reasoning.

Not only did her excuse make Namjoon’s teeth grit, but it sent his blood well past beyond its boiling point. Having to control himself, he lowers his voice to an angry sneer. “For Christ’s sake, I have a meeting. I told you this last week.”

Thoroughly ignoring the ignorant protests coming from his ex’s mouth, Namjoon continues to ogle himself in the mirror, fixing the tie around his neck comfortably and neatly setting it into place before flattening it out against his torso. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices her hands balled into fists with red cheeks that emphasized the angry tone laced in her voice. Times like now made him ever wonder how he survived dating her for two years, and marriage for three.

“The conference is at seven.”

“It’s not the conference I have a problem with,” Namjoon interjects, but he still refuses to raise his voice when Taehyung is just down the hall. “It’s you, dropping him off without warning because you can’t be a decent Mother for our son! Now I have to take him to work with me because your time management is complete shit.”

“I don’t have a choice–“

Namjoon interrupts her by storming out of his bedroom and into the kitchen where his business belongings lay. Impatiently shrugging on his coat, buckling up his briefcase and grabbing his keys, he calls out for Taehyung – who immediately comes running from the living room, still dressed in his matching winter attire and his favorite Iron Man backpack hanging heavy on his back.

“Come on, little man,” Namjoon grins, trying his best to shade the anger in his voice, and he continues to lead him towards the back door towards the garage. He watches as the mini version of himself trots in his ski pants across the kitchen silently just as the cause of his anger lingers behind him, her own keys dangling in her hand that reminds Namjoon of her presence. “Go say goodbye to your Mom, and then we get to go to work.”

“But are we going to see Miss L/N later?”

“Of course we will.”

It was safe to say that: A) that was enough to cheer him up after hearing his parents arguing in the other room, and B) Namjoon wouldn’t be hearing from his ex any time soon.

  Taehyung is an excited mess in the backseat throughout the whole car ride – seat kicking, car shaking excitement – on the way to school in the middle of the evening after spending nearly nine hours at the workplace of his father where he was forced to sit in his office with coloring books all day, rambling in a jumble over how happy he is to see his teacher at night because he’s never seen her after hours outside of class.

He even dared to claim it as a date where Namjoon was only there to ‘supervise,’ and the latter had to second-guess if he had heard him correctly the first time because what five-year-old could possibly be talking about dates, let alone with his kindergarten teacher?

“Don’t be silly,” Namjoon tells him just as he pulls into the parking lot of the elementary school, and he spends a good amount of time circling the lot for a vacant stall. Apparently, tonight was much busier than he expected. “You’re too young for any dates, okay?”

“But Dad,” Taehyung whines, and Namjoon gasps in surprise when he sees someone beginning to pull out of their parked spot near the building’s entrance – perfect timing for a perfect spot – and he nearly zooms towards it, turning on his blinker to signal that it was his territory now. “She’s my favorite teacher in the whole wide world!”

“I know that,” he acknowledges his words, but merely pays any attention when he’s busy pulling into the spot and aligning his car perfectly in between two others. “When you’re my age, I’ll let you go on a date with her.”

“But you’re old!”

Namjoon ignores the last comment (rather, insult) to look at the clock one last time – 6:56 P.M – and he turns off the car in an instant, unbuckling his seat-belt and exiting the vehicle. He retrieves Taehyung from the backseat and sets the car alarm in place before walking hand-in-hand towards the building in a rush, definitely not wanting to be late for the sake of his son.

The atmosphere is peaceful, and Namjoon can only look around the hall curiously while the door to the classroom is still visibly closed – most likely occupied. He’s ashamed that he’s never seen his own child’s school before, and even a bit embarrassed to be showing his face to his teacher for the very first time. When he’s juggling the lifestyle of working a full time job during the day, and making sure his ex-wife isn’t screwing up her own life at night, there’s simply no way for him to stop by his school.

A collection of hand-made artwork is displayed on the walls, right above the children’s coat rack that are assigned to each designated student’s name, and silently, Namjoon looks for the name ‘Taehyung.’ A small grin appears on his face when he finally does, mentally proud that his son was enrolled in one of the most favored schools in town.

“Look, Dad, my drawing!”

Namjoon looks up to where Taehyung’s finger is pointing, and his smile only grows wider when he sees a messy drawing of flowers in a field, colored in scribbled pencil crayon, and ‘TaeHyUNg’ signed at the bottom. “Are you sure that’s yours?”

“Yes!” Taehyung exclaims, jumping up and down to emphasize his answer, and Namjoon is chuckling at him. “I did that!”

The excitement comes to a halt, however, when the door of the classroom is being opened with a loud click. The two boys fall quiet, shy at the sudden interference, and look over. Namjoon is surprised to see you – you must be a teacher’s assistant because there’s no way… – standing at the doorway with the sweetest smile he’s seen in a while. Considering parent-teacher conference was a formality in the teachers’ world, you’re dressed in a sheer, button-up, white blouse with the sleeves down to your wrists; considering the weather, the blue jeans and knee-high boots spoke for themselves. If Namjoon knew anything about hair and makeup, he would’ve realized the curls and natural look were intentional for tonight.

Suddenly, you speak up, “welcome!”

“Miss L/N!” Taehyung shouts, and he’s already sprinting towards you before Namjoon can stop him with a failed lunge to grab his arm. He understands he’s excited, but taking off like that still makes Namjoon’s stomach drop to this day – we don’t talk about that day at the supermarket. Taehyung is all sunshine and rainbows as you lower yourself to his height, hugging him tightly. “Miss L/N, Miss L/N!”

Namjoon is shocked that you were, in fact, Taehyung’s kindergarten teacher. You must’ve just gotten out of college judging by the youthful glow you beamed, but then again, what was he expecting? His own five-year-old son had developed a crush on you, so you couldn’t have been under thirty.

Whether it was from the cold air outside or simply feeling like an idiot – he isn’t sure – Namjoon walks towards you with rosy cheeks, and you stand up from his son. He holds out a meek hand for you to shake, finally introducing himself for the first time. “Good evening,” he says. “I’m Taehyung’s father, Kim Namjoon. It’s nice to meet you.”

You take a firm grip of his hand before giving a solid, but mutual, shake. “Hi, Namjoon. I’m Y/N, Taehyung’s teacher. It’s nice to finally put a face to all those drawings he’s been making.”

Namjoon laughs timidly. How could he possibly forget? “I remember he drew a family portrait to give to you. I mean–kind of. I was at work in that one, right?”

“That’s the one.” Your voice falters once you notice the corners of Namjoon’s lips lower into a frown. The drawing Taehyung gave you a couple months back was the sad reality of Namjoon. “Please, come inside, so we can talk more of Taehyung!”

“Of course.”

The two boys follow you inside, and the classroom is just as inviting as you. It looks like your typical kindergarten class: toys perfectly organized in one corner, bookshelves along the back filled with nursery rhymes, letters, numbers, and calendars all along the walls for practice; it was all so cute, just the way you liked it.

“Taehyung, do you want to build me your favorite Lego statue?”

Taehyung’s eyes widen and soon looks giddy. He gets his dad to help him with his coat and ski-pants before he’s running to the corner with all the toys, boxes neatly stacked on top of the other. “I’ll build for you and dad!”

“We would love that!”

Namjoon holds onto his sons’ stuff silently, and joins you at a round-table near the class white-board as you motion for him to take the vacant seat next to you. Not too far and not too close, he carefully eyes the manila folder that’s placed on the surface. It’s filled with Taehyung’s teacher evaluations, drawings, and more.

“Thank you for coming tonight,” your voice breaks Namjoon’s thoughts as his gaze goes from the folder to you. “You must have gone out of your way to come here, I know you’re very busy.”

“It’s really not a problem. My wife–erm, ex­-wife had something come up, so I had to step in.”

Your eyebrows raise. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were divorced.”

“No need to apologize. Taehyung wouldn’t understand the concept.”

You nod in agreement. “That is true. Speaking of… Taehyung is really a bright boy,” you continue. “He’s definitely in my top three for fastest learners.”

Namjoon’s ears perk up, and is suddenly curious. “Really?”

“Absolutely! He’s a wonderful speller and understands basic math. He’s progressing a lot more than the other students.” You explain, sliding the folder over to Namjoon with well-manicured fingers. “Here, take a look at his work.”

Namjoon takes it willingly, and opens it to reveal a small stack of kindergarten-level worksheets of the alphabet, and math equations. To his surprise, Taehyung is doing much better than he thought. He chuckles faintly, and the guilt in his stomach begins to stir. He looks over to his son, who’s putting large Lego’s together to build an inanimate object. He’s never really seen him in his element like this. “Damn, if only I knew.”

You stare at him sympathetically – as much as you wanted to, there was no way for you to understand Taehyung’s personal life. “I understand life can be hectic,” you tread with careful words. “But, Taehyung speaks very highly of you.”

Namjoon studies you for a bit, and the sincerity in your voice is warm. He pinpoints there’s no ring on your finger, and also recalls Taehyung addressing you with the ‘Miss’ prefix. His gut is telling him you have a significant other, but sometimes Namjoon doesn’t like to listen. His heart does a soft flutter when his eyes travel back to yours, and you stare back with the smallest grin. He has to clear his throat before commenting. “Thank you, Miss L/N–“

“Please! Call me Y/N,” you quickly interject. You always found it awkward for parents to call you by your last name. “I’d prefer it if you did.”

Namjoon bites the bottom of his lip to suppress the smile that was beginning to creep, and his cheeks redden. Why was he suddenly becoming so shy? He can’t help but chuckle at himself. “Ah–Sorry.”

“I bet Taehyung talks nonstop about me.” You look over to the boy who’s nearly finished his craft, and chortle when he pauses to wave at you. You wave back. “I’m sure you’re used to it.”

“I am.” Namjoon surveys the scene in front of him. You seem to make Taehyung happy, and it was mind-blowing because you only see him four hours a day, and teach him how to spell. “Actually, I’m convinced he has a crush on you.”

A sigh escapes your lips, and you turn back to Namjoon. “I didn’t think it was possible, but I know.”

“Those flowers…” Namjoon mutters, and he takes a deep breath as your face lights up at the topic.

“You bought those?” You ask, and Namjoon nods for you to continue. “They were beautiful. I loved them, same with the card. Thank you.”

Technically, they were from Namjoon – he bought the items for Taehyung – not that he was trying to prove a point, but still. He can still take credit for the action. Especially when you’re more attractive than he thought – Hell, if he knew you were so cute in the first place, he would’ve bought you more flowers on more occasions.

He clasps his hands together in his lap, and smiles. He continuously needs to remind himself that he’s the man in the room, and needs to toughen up. “You’re very welcome. I hope a boyfriend – or husband – wasn’t concerned that you brought them home.”

You’re shocked at his comment. “Oh, no! I have no one else in the picture,” you explain, and now it’s you with the pink ears. You try to play it off with a forced laugh. “I’m flattered you think I have someone waiting for me at home, but it’s just myself.”

Namjoon smiles a toothy grin – he’s in. Smoothly, he inches his chair closer to yours so the toe of his leather, designer shoe barely touches yours. “You’re lying,’ Namjoon claims, and you shyly shake your head in disapproval. “I don’t believe you. You’re too pretty to be–“

“Dad, are we leaving soon?” Taehyung’s childish voice interrupts Namjoon suddenly, and both he and you can only look at him in surprise. It’s almost as if the two of you had forgotten he was in the room with you, much to your dismay “I’m tired now.”

Suddenly, there’s a tension in the air as Taehyung darts his eyes from Namjoon to you, growing suspicious.

“Um–“ Namjoon is about to get out of his chair.

“Taehyung, honey,” you stop Namjoon in his tracks, making it clear that you and him aren’t done. “If you give me and your dad five more minutes, I promise to make it up to you on Monday.”

You’re holding up your palm, all five fingers in the air to emphasize the time you and Namjoon needed to finish up.

The little boy sighs, a mopey look on his face. He’s getting tired, and you couldn’t blame him. He begins to walk back to his Lego statue with an obvious sulk. “Okay…”

“I don’t want to keep you any longer.” You tell Namjoon. “I’ll have to go over my evaluation of Taehyung with you another time, if your schedule allows it.”

Namjoon ponders about his future schedule for a moment. His next day off wouldn’t be until Sunday, and he’s already promised to take Taehyung out sledding that day… He’s unsure about anything else after that, so he sighs. “I don’t have a definitive date…”

Reaching for the pen that’s rolled off near the edge of the table, you obtain the folder back from Namjoon. “If I write down my phone number, will you promise not to give it to Taehyung?”

Namjoon beams. “I promise not to share it with anyone.”

You write your number on one of Taehyung’s completed worksheets and pass it back to Namjoon, who busies himself by staring at the digits. “I hope we can figure out a date.”

A date.

Namjoon is delighted as the two of you stand up at the same time. He fetches Taehyung, and begins to dress him in his winter wear. It’s only a couple minutes later the two boys are walking towards the door, concluding the conference – kind of – that was scheduled for the night. The young boy is swaying in his spot, tired and entirely ready for bed.

“It was so nice meeting you tonight, Namjoon.”

“Likewise.” He smiles sheepishly. “Sorry we couldn’t stay longer, it’s just… Taehyung… He’s had a long day.”

“I completely understand.”

“So I’ll text you,” Namjoon mutters. He doesn’t want Taehyung to hear because if he finds out you gave him your phone number and plans on texting you, Namjoon wouldn’t hear the end of it. “Or call.”

“Or both,” you tease with a wink. “I look forward to whichever you decide to do first.”

It isn’t soon before long you’re waving farewell to Taehyung, excitedly telling him that you’ll see him on Monday. Somehow, he finds the strength to hug you before they’re taking off. You then saunter back into your classroom, patiently waiting for your next scheduled parent to arrive. Namjoon, on the other hand, can’t contain his smile when he opens the folder to look at your phone number again. It’s only now does he realize there’s something else written under it, but in smaller cursive.

I don’t normally give my number to parents, but you are so sweet + a wonderful father to taehyung

text me soon so you can teach me a thing or two xo

☺

#namjoon #dad!namjoon #fluff #au #scenario

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Purple & Leather- Rich Club Owner Au-2

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Pairing~ taehyungXreader (Ft~no one)

Word Count~2.5k

Warning~smut

Summary~ You needed to let loose and you went to find that in a club, owned by Kim Taehyung, but you dont know that. A/N~ So sorry I didnt post the second part. Not gunna lie, I forgot. Also YN doesnt know he owns the club yet, and alot more can happen. Just let me know if you want to read more, go on Anon and let me know how what you think about this story!! 

When the door opens the cool air of the night hits you, you noticed that you were in the back of the club. A dark black sports car sits there nice a pretty. You look up at him and frown not knowing his name.

You pull him back gaining his attention.

“Name first, then I'll go.” you try to say as quickly as possible.

He quickly pushes you up against the door of the back seat. He caresses your face with both of his hands, he plants a kiss right on your lips

“Kim.”

Another, but more of a kiss on the top lip.

“Tae,”

And another, but on the bottom lip. Each kiss so intoxicating.

“Hyung.”

He looks dead into your eyes waiting for your reaction.

“Kim Tae Hyung.” You test out, it comes out a little above a whisper. As soon as it comes out of your mouth he bites his whole bottom lip and smiling a little. He leans into you and you expect him to kiss you again but he passes your lips and goes to your ear.

“I've never, in my entire life, heard my name come out of a womens mouth so deliciously.” he whispers against you. His deep voice sent your body buzzing.  You didn't realize how sexy his voice was until you heard it with no other sound around but your heavy breath. You couldn't fight back the whine that escaped your lips and that caused him to attack your lips again. He pushes his tongue through your lips instantly massaging yours. You couldn't help but to pull on his hair but also pulling him closer.

He yanks your hand out of his hair without yanking his hair, with his other hand he opens the front door and pulls away.

But you weren't going.

No you wanted more.

Right now.

You trail your lips all the way down to his neck kissing and sucking and scraping your teeth against him. Your mind numb, body on fire. You felt one of his arms wrap around you pulling you closer giving you more access to his neck.

“Fuck.” He groans out squeezing you more and more, wanting you closer and closer. “Mark me baby.” He mutters without really wanting you to.

He keeps trying to think how a random beautiful girl is making him feel this way, but everytime you suck on his neck his eyes roll into the back of his head. He is slowly losing control and he doesn't want to be that guy who fucks the girl in a alleyway.

“Get in the car before I fuck you right here, right now.” He mutters darkly into your ear, and you stutter at that. You quickly pull away licking your lips and turn to go, but he grabs your face quickly and kisses your lips pulling away leaving a little lick on the bottom and it gives you goosebumps.

He bites his bottom lip a little and smirks and nods toward the door. You smile to yourself as you get yourself into the car smoothly.

Finally sitting down after drinking all of that alcohol you kind of felt dizzy, but as soon as his door opens and he sits smoothly and the warmth hits you, you felt a lot better. He starts the car and starts to drive.

When you looked up it felt slow motion, especially at the speed he was going.

He leans forward and pushes a button and little lights looking like stars in the sky on the ceiling came out purple,making the inside of the car glow purple. He pushes another and below near our feet also turned purple. You look up at him and he is focused on the road, smiling.

You soon pull up to a metal gate after going down a long road full of nothing but trees and lamps. He punches in a code and the gate opens.

Holy shit. How loaded is this guy? He then drives up once again another road, but you could tell it was the driveway.

And his house, just holy fuck. You were so focused on how big it was that you didn't notice that you were about enter a garage. He parks his car and pushes a button that shuts the door. You both get out and he wait until you walk over to him. He hold out his hand and you grab onto it. You walk through a black glass door and on the other side was a vending machine and a elevator.

You start to wonder if he actually lived here, until you both got on to the elevator and the buttons said bedroom, another said living area and basement and roof.

Once the door closes he pushes bedroom and the elevator moves. He then grabs your hand slowly and places it right on his crotch. You eyes widen, when you felt how hard it was. You sigh turning to stand in front of him but he beats you too it and stands in front of you. You look up at him smiling a little.

“How are you still this hard, even after the car ride?” You say in a hushed voice.

“Mhmm, You tell me, you are the reason why i'm this way.” He whispers lowly cupping your face with one hand.

You felt him twitch in your hand and you instantly start to rub and squeeze his member, watching him as his eyes roll back a little and his mouth parts and a sigh is let out.

The elevator opens and he picks you up and takes you out. As he walks to only he knows where, you decided to continue the artwork you were doing earlier. You see a spot that hasn't been touched right between his neck and shoulder.

It's just so crazy how much giving this man hickies turned you on. You felt like you didn't deserve to mark him. But you did anyways.

You lay your lips right on the spot between his neck and shoulder and you felt him stiffen a little as he walks.

Did you touch a sensitive part? You open mouth kiss the part and you feel him hold you tighter.

“I need you Taehyung.” You mutter into his ear.

“...little longer” He whispers turning a corner. You look back down on his neck and you instantly suck right on the spot. You felt his body stumble a little and then your back crashes into a wall knocking the breath out of you. And almost right away your back was pulled away. Your feet touches the floor.

“Fuck, are you okay? I'm sorry.” He says looking down at you brushing your hair out of your eyes. He cuffs your face. “That just... you just found a spot I didn't even know about.” He smiles softly.

You look over and see a huge king sized bed on the other wall. You then get a amazing idea that will hopefully jump start to what you need the most.

You suddenly fall to your knees and your grab ahold of his pants, you hear him chuckle taking off his jacket to give you the full view of his dick print. You lick your lips and start to unbuckle his belt and he pulls it off for you. Then you unbutton his pants. He strips himself from his choker and other jewelry. He also takes off his shirt revealing a plain white under t-shirt.

You kiss the tip of his print near the top of his thigh. You felt him lay his hand on top of your head. You peer back up at him and he's looking right back at you. His eyes dark with lust, he bites his bottom lip a little when he sees you look up at him.

As you look you stare into his eyes, you wrap your fingers around the waistband of his underwear. He leans his body on one hand that is against the wall. His eyes never leaving yours.

You look back down at what you were doing and you pull his underwear all the way down and your eyes goes bug eyed.

You hear him chuckle darkly.

“Can you handle it? Only few can” He smirks. Your head shoots up with a glare. Of course there are probably others but he didn't have to mention it. You suddenly felt really self concious. You stand up causing him to back away a little because he was leaning his hand on the wall.

“Well maybe you should call those few now because I want to go home.” You cross your arms. You didn't really… In reality you were soaked, so that's why you didn't move from your spot.

His eyes widen at your sudden change of emotion, and that's when his heart starts beating super fast. He messed up and he realizes that fast enough.

He presses his body directly into yours. His face gets so close to yours, you try to avoid his eyes, playing hard to get.  He grabs your hands and gently puts them above your head, and he leans into you further until you couldn't move.

You had no choice but to look into his eyes because everywhere you looked he put his face right in front of your line of vision.

“Sorry, I tend to get ahead of myself.” He mutters looking at me. You almost gave it right then and there. He looked at you so softly. He leans you up a little and starts to pull the zipper down on your dress. Since it was strapless and pretty stiff because it's leather, when the zipper went down far enough the dress just fell off. He makes sure to keep eye contact the whole time, he bends down a little and picks you up by your legs.

“Tae-” You start wondering what he was up to, but he interrupted you by thrusting his hips into yours. You gasp expecting him to enter you, but he doesn't.

“Let me have you baby...” He whispers against your lips. He holds you against the wall, and your legs wraps around his waist, he also has one hand in place for support.

He brings one hand down and wraps it around his dick and rubs it up and down across your vag. You couldn't hold back the moans that escapes.

He leans his face in closer.

“You said you wanted to go home,” He pauses his movements making you whine out grinding your lower half on him trying to get more. But he drops his member and held me still.    “You still clearly want me. And I definitely want you. So in words tell me.” He looks at you. You were trembling wanting to finally have him. You came to the club for this exact reason, you weren't about to wait anymore.

You quickly nod your head fast, squeezing your eyes shut looking down in what felt like shame. You didn't know why. You have just never been talked to like that, was that why?

A scream rips through you when crashes your hips together. You both connected, hearts beating so fast. He slowly thrusts in and out letting you get used to his size.

No one ever went this deep, each thrust making your body twitch. You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him into you needing him to be closer. He tucks his head into the crook of his neck, and you can feel his breath on your ear.  

He goes annoyingly slow hitting every spot making you dizzy in pleasure. You feel him kissing all over your neck, he starts to suck and lick just like you did to him just a little while ago. You bite your bottom lip to keep from letting his movements affect you so much. You reach one of your hands up and pull his hair causing him to pull away from your neck.

“Is this what you do to girls? Treat them like a glass doll?” And as you finish your sentence you are pulled away from the wall and he walks you both to somewhere.

You then land on a bed, and before you could react by saying anything you are snatched toward the edge of the bed and flipped over. He makes you get onto your knees and he pushes his hand down in the middle of your back making you arch it more.

“No i'm like this, just thought i'd be nice.” He says kneading your butt with his hands. Your eyes roll back from the soft pleasure he was giving you.

“Well i didn't come here for that, I came here to get fucked Taehyung.” You edge on, but nothing happened. You turned your head to say something but your head was pushed down and he slammed into you, both of his hands land on either side of your head. You could here his groans. He shoves himself back and forth harshly hitting you hard and fast.

He leans back up and grabs on to your waist and starts to ram into you as fast as he could. He thought he could last for a while, like he usually does but you felt way to good. He was shocked. He looked down at where you both connect, watch himself entering you.

“Ohh shit.” You groan out, your face was in the sheets so what you said was a lot more mumbled. “Yess, right there!” You couldn't understand how he could go so fast for so long.

It took him a couple of hard thrusts before you got that fuzzy feeling in your stomach, signaling that you were really close.

Taehyung notices how your breathing has gotten heavier and more irregular, he kind of felt relieved when he realizes that you were about to cum before him.

You couldn't stop whimpering and moaning, you never expected this to be so good. You hands are gripping the sheets needing to hold onto something. Taehyung pulls you up into his hold, his thrusts getting sloppier.

“Are you going to cum for me baby?” He groans into your ear. You let out a loud moan at the sound of his low voice.

“Make me come Tae” You managed to get out. He brings one hand up to your neck and he thrusts harder angling his body differently hitting right in a certain spot that made you scream out.

WIth a couple of more lunges, you were sent over the edge letting out a louder scream that kind of sounded like ‘fuck yess!’.  As you felt your orgasm ripping through your body, the intensity of it catching you off guard. Your body falling numb as he keep thrusting into you, cumming inside of you. He groans loudly his head falling back and his body falling into yours

“Holy fuck baby, you’re so so good.” he grumbled trying to catch his breath. He falls to the side of you and pulls you against him and he leaves a kiss on the corner of your mouth. “You okay?” he runs his fingers through your hair.

“Oh yeaa, that felt so great.” You smile.

He chuckles at your words. He pulls the blanket over the both of you and you close your eyes.

#kim #taehyung #kim taehyung #bts #club owner #au #smut #angst #fluff #one night stand #kpop #kpop au #ambw #korean

[taekookbook]

Mayhaps..?

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook [Minor MinJoon and YoonJin]

Length: 6182 words (I can’t believe I hand wrote so many words?)

Summary:

Taehyung is clumsy.

Jungkook is just trying to do his job.

(the author is really sorry for not posting for ages)

Yoongi would like a new son, please?

Part: 1/1

Note: Thank you to everyone who has stuck by me and continues to read my content - your support means the world to me!

Constructive criticism is welcome/encouraged but mean comments are not. If I made any mistakes, feel free to kindly point them out.

Thank you and I hope you enjoy a little bit of TaeKook 😘 💞

Kim Taehyung is a lot of things.

He’s creative, friendly, outgoing, kind, funny, clever and he has a gigantic heart too.

But most of all Kim Taehyung is clumsy, which is how he finds himself in his current position in his brand new apartment that he just moved into today, staring between the broken clothing rail in his cupboard and his shirts and jackets that are now on the floor of said cupboard.

Jimin comes rushing in when he hears the noise of the clothing rail breaking and everything falling to the floor, and promptly bursts into laughter at the sight before him.

“Jiminie, it’s not funny!” Taehyung whines, pouting petulantly at his best friend who is trying and failing to reign in his giggles.

“You’ve been here all of an hour and a half and have already managed to break something, I’m sorry Taehyungie but it is at least a little bit funny.” Jimin calms down enough to reply and walks over to his best friend to pat him on the back.

“It’s not even a lot of stuff though, why do things like this keep happening to me?” Taehyung has now flopped onto his bed and throws an arm across his eyes dramatically as he thinks about his terrible luck.

“This may not be a lot of stuff to you, but to most normal people that is a lot of clothes Taehyung. And to answer your question, I don’t know why this keeps happening to you, maybe you did something only kind of bad in a past life and this is your punishment?”

“Excuse you Park Jimin, but I resent that.” Taehyung huffs in annoyance and shoots a playful glare Jimin’s way who just snorts and shakes his head, walking over to sit next to Taehyung’s form that is sprawled across his bed.

“What am I going to do?” Taehyung mumbles after a moment of silence and Jimin is quiet for a few minutes before responding.

“If it were me I would phone the Landlord and ask for help, he should know someone who can fix it?”

“But I just moved in today, he’s going to think I’m a bad tenant.” He really doesn’t want to be kicked out of this apartment. It took Taehyung ages to find one that was both in a decent area and affordable, he doesn’t want to have to start looking again. Also packing and unpacking is a bitch and a half and there is no way he wants to do that again either.

Jimin just shrugs at his statement and gets up to go help finish unpacking Taehyung’s kitchen stuff that he had been busy with before being interrupted by what shall now be referred to as The Cupboard Incident™.

“Thanks for being so helpful dear Jiminie.” Taehyung calls out sarcastically, although it still mostly sounds like a whine, and all he hears in response is Jimin snorting and then breaking into laughter again.

But as much as he may whine and pout about his lack of fortune, Taehyung is a grown man and damnit he is going to act like one!

Pulling out his phone from the pocket of his sweat pants, Taehyung unlocks it before going into his contacts and searching for the newly added one labelled LANDLORD.

His finger hovers over the call button for a few seconds before he bucks up and presses it, bringing the now ringing phone to his ear. As he waits for the short, but intimidating man to answer he goes over his little speech in his head and crosses his fingers that he won’t be kicked out for his clumsiness.

“Hello?” A voice says and Taehyung is slightly startled as that’s definitely not what his Landlord sounded like when he showed Taehyung his apartment.

He checks his screen quickly to see that he pressed the correct contact and when he sees that he did his brows furrow.

“Hello, um, I was looking for Mr Min? Is this the correct number?” Taehyung responds carefully and prays that he didn’t further mess up and save the wrong number when his Landlord gave it to him earlier that day.

“That depends, why are you looking for him?” The voice replies just as carefully.

“He’s the Landlord for the apartment building I just moved in to and I needed to ask him something about it, if this is indeed his number?”

“Oh,” Comes the short response followed by a sweet laugh that Taehyung honestly wouldn’t mind hearing again, “then yes this is the right number. Dad was just busy with something so I answered for him, hang on one second.”

There is the sound of someone walking around followed by a shout of ‘Dad, phone!’ before the line crackles slightly and a gruff voice that Taehyung finally recognises, speaks into the phone.

“Yoongi speaking, what do you need?” Mr Min mutters and Taehyung crosses his fingers again.

“Mr Min, uh hi, it’s Taehyung.” He clears his throat and tries again, “Kim Taehyung, I moved into the empty apartment on the third floor today.”

He gets a grunt in response and takes that as his cue to continue.

“Sorry to bother you, I know you’re probably doing other Landlord things.” Taehyung face palms at his own words but carries on, “I seem to have had a bit of an accident? Nothing terribly bad, but I was hanging up my clothes in the cupboard and the clothing rail kind of broke in half and I was wondering if you possibly knew someone that could help me fix it?” Taehyung is biting his bottom lip now and quickly releases it when he remembers what he wanted to add, “I’ll totally pay for the damage and repairs myself, I just wanted to know if you knew anyone.”

The line is silent for a few moments save for their breathing and the sound of fingers typing away on a keyboard coming from Mr Min’s end and Taehyung wonders if he’s already typing out an eviction notice.

“The one on the third floor you said?” Mr Min finally answers and Taehyung nods his head before remembering that Mr Min can’t see him and responds with a ‘yes’.

“That cupboard actually needed replacing anyways and I just hadn’t gotten around to it yet so don’t worry. I’ll either come up myself or send someone up tomorrow to come take a look and sort it out, does 10am work for you?” Mr Min asks and Taehyung wants to yell, he wants to run to the rooftop and shout in excitement at his luck that his Landlord is this cool and helpful, and that he doesn’t have to find a new place to live.

“Yes of course, 10am is fine, I’ll be here.” Taehyung says with a grin and just has the time to murmur a small ‘thank you, bye’ before Mr Min hangs up on him.

Filled with the joy of not being evicted, Taehyung jumps off his bed and runs to find Jimin who is sitting on his kitchen floor carefully packing away the mountain of Tupperware that Taehyung somehow acquired in his 4 years since moving away from home.

“Jiminie, I am saved!” Taehyung all but yells while playfully messing with Jimin’s hair.

“Saved saved, or can I borrow money and I’ll be saved saved?” Jimin retorts, not even batting an eye as Taehyung continues to make his hair go in directions it usually never does.

“That was one time-”

“Four times TaeTae, four.”

Taehyung momentarily huffs in annoyance before sitting down next to Jimin on his kitchen floor, grinning at his best friend.

“Saved saved Jiminie. Mr Min said that either he or someone else will be by tomorrow at 10am to have a look and sort it out.” Taehyung sighs in relief and Jimin reaches over to pat his thigh twice.

“I’m happy for you Taehyungie. This doesn’t mean you can stop unpacking though, so get your ass up and help because I’m not unpacking your stuff alone.” With one more pat to Taehyung’s thigh, although it felt more like a slap, Jimin continued his uphill battle with the Tupperware while Taehyung pulled himself off the floor and trudged back to his room.

                                                      _____

The next morning Taehyung woke up to loud knocking on his door, which he was ready to be angry about until he glanced at his clock and saw the time.

10:15am.

“Crap!”

With a yell, Taehyung all but fell out of bed and rushed to his bathroom to do a quick gargle of mouthwash because a) there was currently no time to properly brush his teeth and b) he did not want to kill the poor soul at his door with his morning breath.

Practically skidding all the way to his front door in his socks, Taehyung quickly opens the door only to want to slam his own head in it.

Not because his short, yet intimidating, Landlord was standing there fuming. No, it was because possibly the most attractive man Taehyung has ever seen, was standing before him in a worn, white t-shirt, ripped blue jeans, worker boots and an honest to God tool-belt with another toolbox at his feet while Taehyung was there in his mismatched socks, giant grey t-shirt that had paint splatters on it and his blue boxers that are covered in tiny, white, cartoon clouds.

 Could it get any worse?

It was at that moment Taehyung caught a glimpse of his reflection in the glass of one of the pictures on his wall and it had managed to get worse.

The bedhead, the horribly astounding bedhead he was currently sporting from going to bed with damp hair, would now be the cherry on top of the worst possible way to be seen by an actual angel™.

“I’m sorry.” Were the first words out of Taehyung’s mouth and the slight frown that was on the angel’s™ face disappeared, only to be replaced by the sweetest smile Taehyung had ever seen.

“Ahh, don’t worry about it. Late night?” The angel™ asked and the exhaustion from the previous day decided to reappear with vigour at that moment and Taehyung slumped against his open door, his eyes suddenly becoming heavy again.

“I’m really sorry. Jiminie and I were unpacking until midnight, and then we still had to eat and tidy up, and then I had to shower and move all my clothes off my bed so I could sleep and so I may have overslept.” Taehyung mumbles sleepily, rubbing his eyes with one hand while he stifles a yawn with the other.

“It’s fine, really. Although you are lucky it’s me and not my dad who came to help.” The angel™ responds and Taehyung perks up a bit at the way he said ‘my dad’.

“Your dad as in?” Taehyung trails off and crosses his fingers behind his back, hoping that it’s not what he thinks.

“The Landlord. I’m his son, Jungkook.”

Double crap.

Resisting the urge to frown at his terrible luck, Taehyung remembers that there is indeed a reason for the angel™ Jungkook being at his door and so he sticks out his hand.

“I’m Taehyung, thanks for coming to fix my cupboard.”

“Nice to meet you Taehyung-ssi, it’s no problem.” Jungkook replies as he shakes Taehyung’s outstretched hand, the smile not leaving his face which was starting to make the beginnings of butterflies to start forming in Taehyung’s stomach.

Letting go of Jungkook’s hand, Taehyung clears his throat before gesturing down the passageway.

“My bed… I mean bedroom… uhm broken cupboard is this way.” Taehyung stumbles over his words as he leads the way and silently thanks God that Jungkook can’t see his bright red cheeks from behind him.

It’s very faint but he thinks he hears a stifled giggle behind him, but when he glances back Jungkook looks as composed as ever as he follows behind Taehyung.

When they get to his room Taehyung briefly prays he didn’t leave too much of a mess, but opens his door that had swung shut slightly.

“Excuse the mess but uh, here it is.” Taehyung points to what once was his cupboard, rubbing his neck sheepishly with his other hand as Jungkook assesses the damage.

Jungkook places his toolbox on the floor before taking a couple steps forward to get a better look. He crouches down to reach for the broken wooden railing, straightening up once the rail is in his hand before leaning in to get a look at the inside of the cupboard.

While Jungkook is busy with his assessment, Taehyung takes the chance to move over and sit on his bed, cuddling a pillow in his lap as he watches Jungkook take measurements, noting them down on his phone and then double checking the hinges and shelves too.

And Taehyung… Taehyung just keeps watching until he is snapped out of his daydream by Jungkook clearing his throat.

“So uh, I think it’ll just be easier to replace the whole thing. I already messaged my dad and he agrees. Don’t worry about the cost,” Jungkook holds up a hand as Taehyung is about to ask, “it needs replacing which is our job and cost to cover.

I could probably get it done today, but that means I’ll also probably be in and out getting the new cupboard and a few other things and it’ll get kind of noisy while I take apart the old one and put together the new one – I don’t know if you’d rather go out?” Jungkook asks politely and Taehyung shrugs.

“I could stay while you get everything sorted and pop out while you’re busy with the taking apart and building stuff?” Taehyung suggests, already contemplating buying lunch for Jungkook as a Thank-You.

“Sure. Dad ordered the cupboard so I’m just going to fetch that and a few other things and I’ll be back.” Jungkook replies, giving a small wave before going back the way they came, closing the front door behind him.

Taehyung waits a few moments to be sure he’s gone before lunging for his phone.

“What Taehyungie?” Comes the groan as soon as the call connects and Taehyung is practically bouncing on his bed.

“Jiminie, stop cuddling Joon-hyung and listen up. I have so much to tell you, starting with how I saw a real life angel.”

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When Jungkook had gotten back with his cupboard, Taehyung had already finished telling Jimin (and Namjoon, who had decided he also wanted to know) about everything, he’d had a shower, got changed into his good™ jeans and one of his shirts that show off his collarbones, styled his hair and tidied up a little.

He was not getting caught off guard again. So what if he had to rush through his shower and not enjoy the heat like he usually does. At least he managed to also brush his teeth in the shower and got everything else done in time.

Sure, that may have been the fastest he’d ever gotten through all of that, and yeah he might have been out of breath, but at least he no longer looked like a hot mess.

And while a large part of his mind keeps reminding him that as his Landlord’s son, Jungkook should be off limits. An even bigger, louder part keeps going on about how this is a once in a lifetime Man-Angel™ and he’d be stupid to let him pass by.

The reaction from Jungkook, although small, was worth it though. When he came back and Taehyung opened the door, the way Jungkook’s eyes widened slightly and his neck flushed, made Taehyung all kinds of giddy.

Jungkook was quick to compose himself but Taehyung had seen it and that was enough.

As he left Jungkook to do what he needed, Taehyung shot him a grin and did a little wave, causing Jungkook to look a little flustered from the brightness of his smile, aka his secret weapon.

But when he returned home a couple hours later, fried chicken in hand as his Thank-You, he almost dropped said chicken when he walked in on Jungkook putting the last door on his new cupboard. Not because the cupboard was horrible, or because something bad had happened, it was all because Jungkook’s biceps were bulging from all the lifting and carrying he undoubtedly did and Taehyung’s poor heart almost stopped.

He managed to keep it together though and got through Jungkook cutely thanking him for the food, and them eating together while maintaining a friendly conversation.

It was only much later when Taehyung was already in bed that he realised that the new cupboard Jungkook had put together for him was almost double the size of the old one and had a full length mirror unlike the one he’d accidentally broken.

It’s safe to say that he went to bed grinning that night.

                                                      ***

“Hi Mr Min, I’m sorry to call again so soon but my kitchen light seems to have fused and I was wondering if I could borrow a step-ladder to replace it?”

“No need, I’ll send Jungkook to sort it out, we already have the bulbs. Who is it for again?”

“Sorry, it’s Taehyung, on the third floor. You replaced my cupboard 2 weeks ago.” Taehyung sheepishly replies, raising an eyebrow when he hears what sounds like a cough trying to cover a laugh.

“Ohh that Taehyung. Yep, I’ll definitely send Jungkook to sort it out.” Mr Min answers before hanging up.

Taehyung stares at his phone momentarily in confusion before hovering his finger over the redial button, ready to call back and ask when to expect Jungkook when a text comes through.

From: Landlord

Kid will be there in 20.

A small yelp escapes Taehyung’s mouth as he drops his phone onto his kitchen counter, wasting no time racing around to tidy up as much as possible before Jungkook arrived.

He knows it’s probably useless and that someone as attractive as Jungkook is probably already taken or straight, but he can’t stop himself from at least trying.

Taehyung manages to tidy up with enough time to sit for a few minutes to catch his breath before there is knocking at his door that makes his stomach flip. He takes his time walking the few steps to his door, taking a deep breath before pulling it open and smiling at Jungkook.

“Taehyung-ssi, my dad said you needed some help with a light?” Are Jungkook’s first words to him and Taehyung can’t help but dislike the formality of his greeting.

“You already installed a new cupboard for me and had a meal with me. I think that means you can call me Taehyung.” Taehyung jokes, but he hopes Jungkook takes him up on his offer.

“Well then, you can call me Jungkook, Taehyung-hyung.” Jungkook replies with a sweet smile which Taehyung returns while stifling a giggle.

“Taehyung-hyung?”

Jungkook flushes at Taehyung’s amused expression, shrugging before responding.

“Dad has everyone’s information on file so I know that you’re older than me.”

“Oh really, so you looked at my file?” Taehyung teases and Jungkook’s flush deepens.

“N-no.” Jungkook clears his throat and tries again, “I mean, it’s only polite to know how to address you.”

A bunch of ways for how he’d like Jungkook to address him pops into his mind, but now is NOT the time for that. Taehyung mentally shakes his head to clear his thoughts before grinning at Jungkook.

“I’m just messing around with you. My name already has ‘hyung’ in it so just call me Taehyung and it’ll be like you’re calling me Tae-hyung, see? Sorted.”

With that Taehyung cocks his head in the direction of his kitchen and pushes off from where he was leaning on his door.

“Come on, kitchen is this way.”

He starts walking towards said kitchen and glances back once after hearing his door close to make sure Jungkook is following him.

He is.

When they get to his kitchen Taehyung points to the light that is no longer working, before hopping on to his kitchen counter to watch Jungkook work his handyman magic.

Jungkook takes that as his cue to go ahead and places the bulb next to Taehyung where it can’t roll off the counter and break, before opening the step-ladder and placing it under the light.

Just before he climbs the first step though he stops and turns to Taehyung.

“Is the switch off?”

Taehyung thinks about it for a second before nodding his head and replying with a ‘yup!’

Jungkook looks back and forth between Taehyung and the light and decides there is no harm in double checking. However he is wrong; because as soon as he goes to see that the switch is indeed off, Taehyung gasps, one hand held to his chest in shock.

“I can’t believe you don’t trust me!” Taehyung playfully yells and Jungkook is about to defend himself when he notices Taehyung’s cheeky grin.

Sighing in relief, he moves back to the step-ladder, climbing 2 of the 4 steps before reaching up to remove the old bulb.

“Sorry, but I don’t feel like getting shocked today.” Jungkook jokes as he climbs down the steps, placing the old bulb in his toolbox.

“So not today but some other time then?” Taehyung jokes back, handing the new bulb to Jungkook.

“More like never. I enjoy being alive.” Jungkook snorts in response, taking the new lightbulb from Taehyung before going up the 2 steps again to put it in.

“Well good, I like you being alive too.” Taehyung replies without thinking, his eyes going wide a few seconds later when he realises what he just said.

“You do?” Jungkook is quick to ask, eyes probably as wide as Taehyung’s.

“Yeah uh… because who would fix my cupboard or lights if you were gone?” Taehyung manages to respond, throwing in a fake laugh in the hopes that Jungkook won’t realise how terrible he is at lying.

“Oh yeah, totally.” Comes Jungkook’s reply as he chuckles weakly, both of them avoiding eye contact as they compose themselves.

It’s awkward as Jungkook folds up the step-ladder and Taehyung hops off his counter, and it doesn’t stop until they each mutter a ‘Goodbye’ and Taehyung closes his door.

Leaning his head against the cool surface of his door, Taehyung pulls his phone out of his pocket and hits speed dial 3, bringing his phone to his ear as he rubs a hand over his face.

“Why am I awful at even speaking to anyone attractive?” Taehyung groans into the receiver, turning around so his back is to his door which he uses to his advantage to slide down and sit on the floor.

“Start from the beginning and tell me what happened.” Comes Jimin’s response and Taehyung just sighs.

                                                         ***

“Kook, I’m super sorry. You didn’t have to come here so late.”

Jungkook sighs at Taehyung’s greeting as he’d opened the door, just raising an eyebrow in response.

“Firstly, Kook? And secondly, you messaged my dad at 11:30pm on a Saturday night because your smoke detector magically broke? Of course he sent me because there is no way he will get out of bed once he is in bed unless his actual bed is on fire.” Jungkook is busy massaging his forehead so it’s only when he looks up does he realise that there are 3 people looking back at him instead of just Taehyung.

“Uhm, hi?”

“Hello” The other people reply in unison which makes Taehyung face palm.

“Firstly, just go with the nickname, I’m trying something. Secondly, I messaged your dad because it is 11:30pm on a Saturday so I didn’t want to disturb him by calling. I thought he would just reply in the morning, not send you right now. And thirdly, this is Namjoon-hyung and Jiminie, they’d both be hyung to you. They sometimes talk like that because they’ve been dating for so long they may as well be one person.” Taehyung gestures to Namjoon and Jimin as he introduces them, wincing when Jimin jabs him in the ribs.

“We’re cute okay?”

“Yes, the cutest.” Namjoon soothes Jimin while he sticks out a hand for Jungkook to shake. “Jungkook right?”

Dazed at the scene that he had just witnessed, Jungkook shakes his head to clear it before nodding and shaking Namjoon’s outstretched hand.

“Yup, that’s me. How do you know me?” Jungkook asks the tall, dark haired man whose hand he just shook and Namjoon and Jimin turn to smirk at each other, before Namjoon directs his at Jungkook and Jimin directs his at Taehyung.

“Oh, we know all about you because Taehyu-” Jimin is cut off by Taehyung’s hand covering his mouth as Taehyung smiles sheepishly.

“Ignore them, they were just leaving.” Taehyung emphasizes the word ‘leaving’, making Jimin roll his eyes before grabbing Namjoon’s hand and slipping past Jungkook to the elevator.

“Text me!” Jimin calls out once they are in the elevator.

“Only if you text me when you’re home safe.” Taehyung calls back.

This makes Jimin roll his eyes again, but the fond smile on his face tells a different story.

“You know I will you worrywart. Love you!”

“Love you too and I am not a worrywart!” Taehyung manages to get out before the elevator doors close and all that can be heard is Jimin’s muffled laugh as it descends.

“Sorry, where were we?” Taehyung turns his attention back towards a confused looking Jungkook who shakes his head a couple times to clear it again.

“Right, uh… broken smoke detector?” Jungkook responds and Taehyung let’s out an ‘ah’ before gesturing with his head for Jungkook to follow him.

They make their way to the one in Taehyung’s lounge and Jungkook stares at the detached smoke detector now laying on the floor before shooting Taehyung a pointed questioning look.

“I can explain.” Taehyung holds his hands out in defence as if Jungkook was ready to attack, which considering Jungkook was losing valuable sleep right now, didn’t seem too far of a possibility.

Jungkook waves his hand at the mess on the floor as if to say ‘Go on’ and Taehyung bites his lip before sighing.

“Myself, Joonie hyung and Jiminie were all hanging out and for some reason they started doing their weird couple play fighting and Jimin got up to run from Joonie who was trying to tickle him, but Joon grabbed him and then threw him over his shoulder, and so Jimin started flailing and accidentally hit the smoke detector with his foot and it came off. And yeah, Namjoon is tall enough to reach where it used to be without some form of step-ladder, but he is also even more prone to breaking things than I am so I messaged your dad so I could sort it out in the morning, and long story short; I basically need new friends.” Taehyung finished with a deep breath and Jungkook couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

The whole situation combined with him being tired just amused Jungkook and he carried on laughing to himself; even as he unfolded the step-ladder, picked up the smoke detector, climbed the ladder and reattached his reason for being woken up.

Taehyung pouted at his laughter at first but it was so sweet and contagious that he ended up joining in, and they were both still giggling even as Taehyung walked Jungkook back to his front door.

“I really am sorry that your dad made you come fix this now.” Taehyung apologised and Jungkook waved it off.

“It’s cool, I mean I would prefer to have been sleeping, but it’s a smoke detector so I had to make sure it would still be functional and at least I got a laugh out of it.”

“Okay well, thank you again Jungkookie, sleep well.” Taehyung smiled softly and Jungkook was so awestruck by it that he only managed to mumble back a ‘you too’ before Taehyung closed his door and he made his way back to the apartment he shared with his dad.

It was only once he was in bed that he realised what Taehyung had called him and it only took until the next morning for him to decide that he liked it.

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“Kook, I need you to go fix something please.”

“Please don’t be for Taehyung, please don’t be for Taehyung, please don’t be for Taehyung.” Jungkook mutters under his breath as he walks to his dad’s office to see what he needs.

But as soon as he stops in the doorway, he knows who it’s for by the smirk on his dad’s face and the way he suggestively wiggles his eyebrows.

“Oh come on, again?” Jungkook all but yells, running his hand through his hair in frustration. “He’s been here for 4 months and I’ve already been to fix things there more times than some of the people that have lived here for 2 years!”

“Maybe he’s clumsy? All I know is that he’s a sweet kid, he pays his rent on time and doesn’t hassle me besides the occasional call or text to fix something.” His dad responds and Jungkook huffs out a sarcastic laugh before glaring at his dad.

“Occasional. Occasional? Yeah right, I’ve been there so often I could probably find my way around in the dark. And don’t try pretend this is anything more that trying to get him on your side because you saw he’s friends with Seokjin hyung.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” Yoongi feigns nonchalance towards his son before gesturing to the door. “Come now, don’t want to keep Taehyungie waiting. I already texted him to tell him you’re coming.”

“You text him?” Jungkook gapes and Yoongi just smirks before turning around in his desk chair to face his computer again.

“Don’t worry, as soon as you buck up the courage you could be texting him too. You can even save his contact with a heart next to his name.” His dad teases him and Jungkook grabs one of the throw pillows off the tiny couch in his dad’s office and proceeds to throw it at the back of his chair as he huffs and walks off.

“Ahh young love.” Is all Jungkook hears as he storms off, grabbing his tool belt, toolbox and the step-ladder as he stomps towards Taehyung’s apartment.

Might as well bring everything because he was too annoyed with his dad to actually ask what needed fixing this time. When he gets to Taehyung’s apartment he knocks harshly on his door 3 times, tapping his foot as he waits for the older to answer.

As soon as Taehyung opens the door Jungkook strides past him and goes straight towards the living room, setting his stuff down and starting to pace as he waits for Taehyung to join him.

“And hello to you too Jungkookie.” Are the first words out of Taehyung’s mouth and Jungkook loses it.

“Stop. Stop with the ‘Jungkookie’ or ‘Kookie’ or ‘Kook’. Stop with the stupidly bright, beautiful smiles of yours and buying me food or banana milk or anything as a Thank-You. Stop walking around in those bloody big shirts that show off your collarbones for the world to see and opening the door when you’re sleepy and look adorable as heck. Do you know how difficult it is for me? I have one job, one, to fix things for the people that live here and I used to love it because I’m good at it and it was helpful and they appreciated it. But then you had to move in with your nice laugh, deep voice, cute moles, and amazing personality and make it a million times harder for me to do my job. And I’m tired because you keep running through my mind all the damn time, which doesn’t help because I’m always busy fixing stuff, mainly for you, and I’ve have enough so can you please just stop.” Jungkook finished his rant with a deep breath and it only takes a couple seconds for what he said to sink in, but once it does he slaps his hand over his mouth and goes bright red.

Taehyung stares at him with his mouth hanging open before he smiles and takes a step towards a blushing Jungkook.

“Did you just confess to me, by yelling at me?” Taehyung asks and Jungkook gulps.

“Uhm, no?”

“You don’t seem so sure about that?” Taehyung is grinning now as he takes another step towards Jungkook and Jungkook takes one back.

“Uhhhh…” Is all Jungkook can get out as Taehyung keeps taking steps forward and he keeps taking steps back. That is until his back hits the wall and he has nowhere else to go.

“Jungkookie, do you like me?” Taehyung asks, caging him in with his arms.

“Uhhh… mayhaps.” Jungkook stumbles over his words, his mind not being able to work properly with Taehyung so close.

“Mayhaps?” Taehyung repeats, raising an eyebrow.

“I started to say maybe and then changed my mind to perhaps, and then it just came out like that.”

Taehyung grins even more at Jungkook’s explanation, watching as Jungkook flushes all over again.

“Well Jungkook, mayhaps I like you too. Mayhaps the reason you kept having to come here to fix things was partially because I wanted to see you and partially because my friends and I can be clumsy at times. And mayhaps I would really like it if I could kiss you?” Taehyung is now blushing as he finally admits his feelings to the Man-Angel™ that is Jungkook, which seems to be enough to snap Jungkook out of his daze.

“Mayhaps I would like to kiss you too.” Jungkook murmurs back before leaning in and softly pressing his lips against Taehyung’s.

                                                    ***

“So let me get this straight, my son confessed to you by yelling at you?” Yoongi asks as he stares at Jungkook and Taehyung who sit across from him in the little café next to their apartment building.

“Yup.” Taehyung replies, his signature, boxy grin on his face.

“And then you kissed?”

“Yup.” This time it’s Jungkook who replies, blushing as he answers his dad.

“And now you two are boyfriends?” Is Yoongi’s final question and Taehyung and Jungkook glance at each other before facing him and answering in unison.

“Indeed.”

“Fucking finally!” Yoongi almost yells, his own smile making its way onto his face. “If I had to go one more day hearing Jungkook whine about ‘why is Taehyung’s smile so pretty’ or ‘I wish I could hold Tae’s hand’ I would have probably just come and confessed for him.”

Jungkook has gone red from his neck all the way to the tips of his ears by now because of his dad’s teasing, but he has a determined look on his face that Yoongi doesn’t notice until it’s too late.

“Oh really dad? I was bad? Should I go on about how you walk around mumbling to yourself ‘how can someone be as handsome as Kim Seokjin’ or ‘do you think Seokjin-ssi remembers me? Maybe I should tip extra big next time so he will’.”

“Jungkook-” Yoongi warns but Jungkook just ignores him in favour of continuing to tease his dad.

“’I wonder if Seokjin-ssi is eating well’, ‘its cold today, I hope Seokjin-ssi is warm’, ‘Seokjin-ssi really has the prettiest lips, I’d love to-” Yoongi reaches forward to slap his hand over his son’s mouth but it’s too late.

“You’d really love to what, Mr Min?” The Owner of the café, Kim Seokjin, had walked up behind Yoongi while Jungkook was teasing his dad and Yoongi stiffens.

“Uhh, nothing Seokjin-ssi, just ignore my BRAT of a son.” Yoongi stutters out and Seokjin shakes his head, pulling out the last open seat at their table and sitting down.

“Nonsense, I think I’d quite like to know what Jungkookie was going to say, although I have a feeling I already know.” Seokjin winks at Jungkook before turning to flash a smile at Yoongi who has now frozen in his seat.

“Dinner, tomorrow night, you’re cooking and maybe we can finish that thought you had that Jungkookie was talking about. Also, men who think I’m handsome, pretty and worry about my well-being, get to call me Jin.” Jin smiles at Yoongi again before standing up and pushing his chair back in.

This action causes Yoongi to ‘defrost’ and turn to catch Jin’s arm before he walks away.

“Yoongi… You can call me Yoongi, that’s my name.” Yoongi manages to get out and Jin shoots him one last bright smile before walking away, only stopping once to look back and respond with a wink.

“I know.”

Just that small interaction has Yoongi smiling his bright, gummy smile that Jungkook wishes he could see more often, although he has a feeling he’ll be seeing a lot of it soon.

“Man, your cousin really is something TaeTae.” Jungkook laughs, nudging Taehyung’s side softly.

“Cousin?” Yoongi snaps his attention back to the boys in front of him and their eyes widen at the same time.

“Uhhh…”

                                                           Fin.

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