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; way down in bed stuy | m.

— a/n: this is my fic for the spring fic exchange gifted to the lovely @taendrils. enjoy babe xx

— pairings: jeon jungkook x reader

— genre: smut, light angst?

— word count: 5k+

— warnings: asphyxiation, rough sex, possession!kink, oral sex, edging, shameless infidelity, drug use/abuse (we got acid up in here. don’t do it kids), voyeurism, do people actually fuck in the rain like is that a thing?, unprotected sex cause like who wears a condom in the rain, smh who fucks in the rain tho, creampie, clearly he has a fat cock who do you think i am, dirty filthy talk, this is filth, morally i should be ashamed, i am not

— summary: as a final farewell you fuck your sister’s unbelievably attractive knave boyfriend that you definitely do not have feelings for...again.

This time you decide Jungkook is…pitiful.

You tell yourself that’s why you’d allowed him to approach you the way he did, his clothes tightly clung to him like a second skin, obsidian black hair that would normally adorn a disastrous fluffiness flattened to his head in a way that falls beneath his eyes in clumped spikes, and his skin flushed with a keenness that you’ve become way too accustomed to. He is palpably pitiful today—at least, more than usual. The temper surrounding him is a sombre stench, and the impromptu choppy slew of texts that had followed the silence of a missed call had been telling enough. So, when he’d stalked over to you, you’d expected it; expected his clumsy shoves at your shoulders, his incoherent rambling as his large palm haloed your wrist in a grating vise, recklessly jerking you behind him as he cantered fleet-footed, itching to reach his destination. And you’d counted on finding yourself stumbling, bereft of logical dispute, back to him—always back to him, everytime.

“Need you.”

“Jeon, what—”

Jungkook’s eyes are always glassy as they lure you in, drab dilated pupils seeking answers you won’t give (not now anyway) not when he’s hot, so fucking hot, his skin scorches yours perversely in a way that’d have you concerned if you didn’t know any better. But you know, you know he’s long consumed the insipid paper taste of acid and you’re getting the lusty aftershocks, the slated crest that befalls once the opiate has branched and ignited the blood in his veins—the peak of his trip, that’s when he comes to you, when he’s riding the most rhapsodic moment and he ‘needs’ to take you with him. You’ve gotten used to it too, letting him have you whenever and wherever he wants and you’d be more chagrined by the way you’re pinned up against him inhaling his suffocating musky scent of cinders and shorts on a merry go round smack bang in the middle of a children’s playground, if it weren’t for the steady retreating daylight. And the way he’s touching you—definitely the way he’s touching you, his hands wayfaring restlessly like they can’t decide where to perch, yet nevertheless, it’s vicious and fervent, earnest to make itself known, tips of his fingers cumbering at times and the amble thrums a sinful eagerness down the length of your spine.

“S’pretty,” he mumbles, lower lip sweeping across the washed plane of your collarbone as he does so. “Fuck, you’re so pretty, way too pretty, you know that? Tell me you know that.” His timbre is imploring, grasp that bit firmer like he’s afraid you’ll bolt from his arms—like you’re the only thing grounding him to this cruel reality, and you’re ashamed that you like it so much, ashamed that when his eyes descent pleadingly as he stares up at you, you feel that dulcet rush of empowerment, the one that voices how rapidly you could dismantle his treasured ego, how quickly you could make him beg and he would, he’d beg so tragically.

But it isn’t what you want, not now, not ever, so you give. “I know Kook.” Your fingers comb within the thickness of his tresses, the dampness making it weightier than it’d normally be as you rake it away from his forehead. “I know.”

You can categorise being with Jungkook when he’s like this into steps, advances that flow seamlessly into the other, and you’ve been doing this far too long not to know when the change comes, when something veers in his manner, morphs on his features and he’s feeling with an altered strain of vigour. This part though—this part is always your favourite. His sweetened tongue pampering you with enticing endearments and psychedelic compliments that have you reeling in want, in being wanted; it pours out of his mouth with zest, jumbles and clusters of vulgar curses and words that would put the both of you in trouble if anyone else were to overhear. And that’s when you think you hate him the most, when you have your flashes of clarity, fading out of the cosmos of everything Jungkook and sharpening to your surroundings. The rue frets at you then, a restless irritation manifesting at your nape his lips can’t chase away, and a spat formed to cut right at the pike of your tongue—it’d be futile though, because no matter what you say, you can’t blame him and selfishly you can’t blame yourself either. You blame circumstance, Bed Stuy, irrefutable attraction. That’s what you’re calling it, ‘irrefutable attraction’. The hours you occupy enthralled in the ardour of his steamy touch, intoxicated and heated whilst he consumes you in that gradual tack that makes you oh so delirious, your very own narcotic because that’s what he is—a vicious addiction.

Admittedly, you’d known from the start. When Irene had first brought him home, boozed-up on cheap spirits, mousy giggles bubbling up her throat as they tried and despicably failed to evade the wooden floorboards that had protested and groused under their ungraceful teeters; you’d been there to witness it all. The cringeworthy display of your elder sister, an arm slung around his shoulders as she hung carelessly off her ‘new boyfriend’, looking clammy and dishevelled as ever in her slurred greeting. And him, he’d seemed fine—later you’d realise he’d substituted the tart flavour of liquor for the earthy spiced mary jane—but then, he’d seemed in better condition than the wreck beside him. And something about him enticed? intrigued you, his magnetic stare studying you daringly, drawled speech bordering on mischievous and his smug smile, boyishly plagued. Too attractive, you’d thought. He is damningly way too attractive. His stunning features lost on the destitution of the neighbourhood, when instead he deserved to be plastered on posters, screens, billboards—still does. Except now you know he can also be so much more with the melodious voice you’ve had the privy bliss of hearing, that is so much foreign to his natural low huskiness, you’re sure he could sell out arenas, tour the world and leave this place and its memories behind for good. Like you want to. Like you are.

“God, I want you so fucking bad.” Jungkook’s hands finally root at the tapers of your waist, fingers splayed out possessively as if he wishes he could be touching everywhere at once. “You’re better than her, so much better than her.”

And there, the admonition of your vicious addiction. It had only meant to be a one-time thing, and even then was too much. But you’d given in—like you always do—give, give, give, playing into his wily wishes, and you weren’t drunk, and he wasn’t drunk, and it had been so so fucking wrong but you’d been curious, unbelievably curious; tumbling hastily into the unlit bar back storage room at your sister’s 21st birthday bash with her boyfriend in tow, his erection rock-hard and insistent on your thigh, mouth sucking and teeth clipping harsh mauve onto the surface of your skin and it had been way too easy to forget where you were when he fucked you, legs wrapped low on his hips, hiked up on the wall, hands clutching desperately at his nape for stability as he pounded into you brutally without falter. You liked what he had to offer, liked the way he dominated you in every way, liked the thrill of being in the arms of someone older, and it just felt right. It still feels right, in the moment at least, everything clicks and it feels like in some cruel twisted fate you’re meant to do this—meant to be with him.

“Jeon just—” You grasp at the base of his shirt. It’s cold out, not cold enough to have you shivering in seek of warmth, but cold enough to want his body nearer and it’s raining, previous heavy downfall simmering down to a softer spring rain. Regardless, it’s done most of its damage anyway, glazed you both over with fresh rainwater and his shirt has your palms feeling clammy; somewhere in the back of your mind you’re aware this isn’t a good idea, but it’s far back and you’re here. “—please.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Jungkook smirks haughtily, supple lips steamed on your skin and his breath warm with a choppy chuckle. This is how it always goes, your concise breathy pre-exchange on words of confirmation because he knows, you know, and you just both know. So, you allow yourselves to mould without inhibition, when he gives you what you want and you provide what he needs. Later, you’ll ask what’s on his mind—even though you’ve got a strong idea—and he’ll ask what’s on yours (you’ll never tell), but for now it’s mindless, a primitive yearning for sex and all it’s gluttony.

“Gonna make you feel so good, baby, fuck you like you want,” He rasps, creeping his wanton touch teasingly up your upper leg, palm grazing the soft flesh and hiking your skirt with the rise. “You’d like that huh?”

You croon mindlessly into his touch. “Hmm—” Your eyes flutter to a gentle close, the pads of his fingers alighting your nerves as you stable your rousing pants. “Gotta get me wet though.”

“Oh, yeah?”

He glances up at you, eyes wide and imploring framed by full wispy lashes, his teeth capturing his bottom lip cheekily when he cocks an eyebrow up. “Want me to eat you out?” He asks. “You’d like that?”

“Hmm…yes.”

“Yeah?” His breath fans over the tender pulse on your neck and you’re gorged with zeal at being so close to him. “Want to get my mouth messy with your pretty pussy?”

You nod heedlessly. “M’not getting my knees wet and dirty to suck you off though.” And you know it’s unfair, you know that he loves when you’ve got your lips wrapped around the thick girth of his cock, kitten licking at his slit and his fingers burrowed into your hair as he forces you to take all of him with fierce breaths through your nose. You know he craves the feeling of your nails digging crescent moons into his thighs, always too daring, too close to brandishing him with your telling mark. But you want to take this time, give less and take more, and you think that’s fair on you.

He chuckles gruffly like he knows exactly what you’re thinking, his eyes trained on yours with something sadistic flickering past when he speaks. “Don’t have to, Irene beat you to that.”

You still instantly. “Fucking hell Jungkook,” you mutter with a pissy huff, throwing your head back as you glare at the clouded skies, the downpour of sleet dribbling jarringly onto your face. And you have half the mind to shove him away for that comment alone, in fact, you should but instead you retire to a overtaxed, “S’not even funny Kook.”

“Sorry.”

He’s not sorry. You know he’s not sorry. The mischievous drawl of the apology is far from meaningful and you hate it. “You’re a fucking prick.”

“True. You want to stop?” He asks, slowly sinking to his knees in that teasing way he does so, balancing his weight as he makes the floor seem further than it is with a smug smile. And when his knees collide with the metal, your leg is quick to leave stability, draped over his shoulder as you find footing with the other. “You know I will if you say the words.”

“I—” You sigh. You don’t. Of course, you don’t. “No just- just fucking continue.”

“Bit bossy for someone that wants their sister’s boyfriend’s tongue on their cunt, don’t you think?”

“Jungkook.” You spit his name out in clamant warning, it’s subdued but callous and your brows cleft bitterly because he’s the only one daring enough to make jest of this, pointing out exactly why what you’re about to do—what you’ve been doing is wrong. And even though you’re glaring down at him, eyes full of thunder and lips pulled in a sneer, his cheeky grin refuses to waver, stubborn enough to resist until he hears what he wants, like the fucking teasing imp he is. “Christ.”

You puff out a laborious breath, chest heavy with tiredness because that’s what you are tired, drained by this sneaky tirade and just being with him. That’s why this is it, this is the last time. “What d’you want me to do? Beg?”

He shrugs, “Would be nice.”

You scoff. You don’t know what you see in him. You don’t. Okay, you do. You do and it’s stupid—so horribly stupid because it’s wrong. It’s wrong that you notice the way that he smiles when he’s happy—really happy, not the stoned gauzy content. No. It’s the happiness he gets when he’s slaving away on a piece that he’s sprung inspiration on and for so long it’s sounded battered and sullen and lost and then it just fits, after late nights of heavy grunts and rapid tapping, everything comes together and it’s rejuvenating and yellow and warm. And sometimes you see it for yourself when his nose scrunches cutely, the ends of his lips tugging into something big, teeth all for show, the front two slightly bigger than the rest in a way that is so so endearing and you can’t help but relax into a smile yourself. And other times he’ll call you at incredibly odd hours, and you’ll be so groggy with nothing but sleep clouding your mind but then you’ll hear his voice, unapologetic and soft, needing to urgently share his triumph with you—no one else but you—and you’ll imagine his smile, so vividly you’d see it right in front of you and suddenly, suddenly sleep is the furthest thing from your mind.

It’s unfair that you think he’s misunderstood, that the ink that paints his skin in intricate designs is his armour and that it’s beautiful and that really you wish you could rest your head upon his broad chest, fingers twirling delicate, drawing over the kaleidoscopic garden of flowers that lies just beneath his collarbones as the sun sets and rises and sets again, streaking your bodies with a shimmer of gold before cooling it with a midnight breeze. And you imagine there’d be something playing in the background, muted and mellow, a playlist of his, the more romantic ensembles, making you feel cushy as he’d hum soothingly along, gentle palms floating over the length of your spine, duvet only coming up to his hips, your entangled legs covered beneath and it’d be so serene, his embrace warm and you’d feel it—feel his love.

It’s intrusive that you think his eyes never say exactly how he feels, that the chocolate orbs glimmer, wrathful and edgy, eluding to more than he tells; wanting someone to dig, wanting to be stripped layer after layer, wanting to be seen, to be called out blatantly on his shit. You see it because you recognise it, the same wretched storm that rocks hazard in his pretty orbs weigh the same as the ones you see in the morning, when you’re looking at the mirror and willing yourself to get by another pointless day because there’s something unknown waiting in the future however near or far; and it’ll be the reason you sigh in ease and say, ‘well done, you did it’.

It’s wrong that you insist that you don’t harbor something beyond platonic for him, that your skin doesn’t prickle with a potent green when he’s touching her in front of you, someone who is so blatantly wrong for him—not that he’s any right for you. He’s not. But he could be, he really fucking could. You don’t love him. You think away from here, away from this dump, away from the perils that swirl him further down into this never ending rabbit hole; you could love him—maybe. It’s so wrong to even think so, because when you look at him, pelts of rain dripping from the ends of his hair and down the curve of his patchy blush cold-pinched cheek, his eyes lustily hooded and his steely touch tightening at your thighs, urging you to speak. You realise he won’t change, not for you.

“Please.” You say, a defeated plea for him to drag you into his spinning orbit and make you a part of it for a while, the little he can provide. “Want to feel you on me, want you to make me feel good, please.”

“Hmm, so pretty baby, so good for me.” You’re unsure if he’s talking about the sight he’s uncovered when he pulls your panties to the side or the words that have spewed from your mouth, but either way you allow his words of praise to sooth your balmy skin. “Look at you so fucking pretty for me.”

Your thigh bounces on his shoulders when he moves in closer, his pointer and middle finger, coldish and coarse as they spread your lips apart and when you chance a look at him, you catch the way his tongue sways across his lips, eyes hooded as he stares—stares at you like you’re a fucking treat. And you love it.

“Jungkook.” His name is airy now, soft and lingering in a lustful plea that’s almost non-existent.

“Uh huh, I got you,” He says. “Always got you.”

You don’t have much time to dissect what his words mean nor do you have time to think about being leant up against the centre metal pole when his tongue delves into you, flat and wide, a torturous slide of wet heat over your exposed cunt; so erotically that the buzz of pleasure rises instantly, the impulse going straight to your head and you want more, you need more. And suddenly, you’re hyper aware of his every movement, his mouth cooling your heated cunt with a steady blow, the tip of his tongue swirling around your clit, teeth scraping lightly against the nub before he sucks it into his mouth drawing a needy curse from your clasps.

“Fuck, that’s good.” Your fingers place naturally on his hair, nails carding through it insistently as his mouth works wonders, knowing exactly how to drag shivers through your veins and have you open-mouthed as you swing your head skyward. His palms massage at your hiked thigh roughly, jerking you slightly forward in his attempt to delve deeper, causing your other shoe to slip on the wet metal, hands flailing instantly to curl around a nearby extended pole for stability. “Shit.”

He hums guttural, a growl that crawls from the back of his throat that you perceive as a form of agreement and the intensity of the vibration electrifies you. Sinful and hungry, it’s become entirely clear that Jungkook hasn’t got the slightest regard for holding back, his tongue laps at you sloppily, gaze dark and attentive looking at you in a way that itches until you’re forced to peer down and the sight has you releasing a loud broken indecent moan. His lips are dark and wet, and it’s obscene, so fucking lewd the way he slurps you up, his tongue flicking, twirling, slipping between your slit, only his tip, never pushing too far as to tease you and have you whimpering for it, which you are. With his nose pressed flat against your mound, drawing your clit into his mouth, tugging gently at it; you are delirious.

“Jung—oh.” Your fingers tighten at his roots as the words choke up in your throat and your hips rut forward acutely, because you ache for more, it hurts the way you ache for him, a rampant fire fusing in your abdomen and pinching at your waist, always wanting more and more and more of him. And he knows it.

He pulls away languidly, mouth dragging slow from your clit in his release, the vulgar soppy pop enhancing and accompanying his pornographic actions. “Taste so fucking good,” He slurs. “So so pretty, look at you, my pretty baby.”

His fingers trace where his mouth has just been, roaming delicately like he’s trying to familiarise himself and he’s quiet, unnaturally so, murmuring to himself as your chest rises and falls, your heavy breath the only disturbance to the peace. Your teeth dig anxiously into your lip, wondering what his lack of comprehensible words and his careful touch could mean, you can bet that you’ll come to the same conclusion; nothing, all of this means nothing and you’re thinking too deep into it like you always do. You don’t imagine his brain can form too complex thoughts at the moment, taken over by the primal base of needing to fuck and being clouded in dope. So, you feel it, feel the slimy glob of saliva that he expels from his mouth, you feel the way it dribbles filthily down to your fluttering hole and the pad of his finger catches it before he presses into you and you’re gasping sharply at the intrusion.

“Ohh….yeah.”

“Need to stretch you out,” he says, his finger dragging and chafing across your walls torturously, as you suck him in with every languid pull. “You’re so fucking tight around my fingers, gonna be fucking delicious around my cock, huh?”

“Uh huh.”

“Yeah? Fuck, you got me so hard baby.”

His finger is thick, so fucking thick and long that you feel him so wholey, when he slips another finger in, your hole stretching barely to accommodate the extra width, pumping them out in a quicker succession that has you trembling and keening. His thumb pressing between the lips of your cunt, flicking fast across your clit as he continues to fuck you with his fingers, curling them to brush against the barrier of your walls; driving you closer and closer to that steep-cliff edge. He’s got you completely at his will like this, persistent and vigorous with the way he’s pleasuring you and his words only send you reeling further. “You’re so fucking hot like this, almost ready to take my fat cock.” The sounds are downright obscene, moist squelches that follow the drag of his fingers and ring continuously in your ears. He’s got you like this, so wet, so ready, so desperate, teeth bruising at your lips in the hopes that you can curb the volume of your moans, fiery curses and the shameless whines of his name. “I should really use three fingers huh…you’re so tight, but you like it don’t you, little fucking slut loves it when it hurts.”

A strangled noise bubbles at the back of your throat as the term shudders through you. “Oh my god. Oh my god.”

“Close?”

“So so close,” you breathe.

He hums contentedly and before you know it everything's amplifying, the stress of his thumb increases to vigorous rubs, fingers pumping you raw, fast and rough, he’s shoving and jerking in and out of your cunt. And you’re sizzling, your skin is sizzling, the downpour of spring rain does nothing to cool you down and instead sinks and perspires like steam. Your eyes are screwed permanently shut whilst you feel it—everything, his insistent thick fingers, his breath fanning over your thigh arising goosebumps from the flesh, the fact that you both must look like a picture to passerbyers and ceasing to give a shit. Everything is too much and yet not enough. “Need, need—” You jolt.

Nothing. “Fuck.”

The feeling of emptiness crashes too suddenly when he pulls away from you completely, dismissing your oncoming climax, drifting you into a harsh halt that has you shivering, limbs rattling uncontrollably and gasping laboriously for air to fill your lungs. Briefly, you wonder if this is how it must feel for him, when he’s coming down from a high and sinking into reality, the dizziness, the numbness, the cold that invades you like violent waves. It makes you crave, crave for more, another sinful taste, to return to the overwhelming heady feels of beautiful pleasure. And you get it. His touch does nothing to calm you, searing in their trail to land at your waist, clasp persistent at tugging you closer and resting his forehead against yours.

“Christ Jungkook, that—” Words fail on you, fumbling at the tip of your tongue in the depth of the haziness surrounding you. It’s at this point that you know you’d do anything to have him, to prompt him in completing the wreckage he’s caused. “—that.”

His chest must be blooming in pride at your appearance, flushed and glazed wet, knowing he is still to make a mess of you. “You need time?” He asks, and his voice plays distorted and far in your ears, like he’s miles away from where you feel him.

You shake your head hastily, hands clasping the sides of his face to ground you from the shudders of elation. “No—no, fuck me now, like it when I’m sensitive.”

“God, you’re so fucking good.”

His mouth crashes against yours and there’s nothing tame about it, nothing that flutters at your heart, and releases butterflies to cause ruckus in your stomach. It’s raw and it’s carnal and it’s thrilling enough for you to understand why you love it, your teeth clacking together, lips squashing and merging, as he kisses you chaotically; messy licks into each other’s mouths, heads ducking and lolling about as you push and fight for dominance, his teeth, sharp and purposeful, sinking piercingly on your bottom lip until you submit. He draws blood and the tang of iron on your taste pallets has you feeling heady. His kisses, unloving and brutal, are still as ever breathtaking. And they travel, fleeting across your skin, curving at your jaw and making home in the nook of your neck. He pulls at the elasticity of your skin, scraping and sucking at it and your hands make work at his trousers.

“No marks.” You rush out in haste, yanking his trousers and boxers down. “No marks—Fuck.” You’ve got a leg wrapped around his waist, hands locked behind his neck when he sinks you onto his cock, mushroom head stretching at your hole painfully and it burns, supine heat that inflames your insides because his cock is so fucking big that no matter how well or not he preps you, your walls will always quiver at the girthy drag. “Fuck, you’re so big, oh my god.”

“Take me so well though—” His mouth is pressed at the crevice above your collarbone as he hums, bottomed out inside you, and waits. “—tight little bitch taking every inch of my cock.” Jungkook doesn’t listen to you though, never does, his mouth plucks and draws out marks of his stake on you that are always a pain to excuse. But you’re too far gone to care, all you can feel is him, so full of his cock that nothing else matters.

You clutch at him tighter. “Move, move, want you to fuck me hard Jungkook, make it hurt.”

The sensitivity of having him inside you hits when you feel his cock twitch at his words, you feel the rapid tiny sway, pressing him deeper and your breath hitches shakily. “Yeah. You want me to fucking ruin you, show you who you belong to?”

“Yes.” His cock slides out, the forceful resistance leaving you aching until it’s only the tip left and he’s bottoming out again, rocking slowly. “Yes—oh, fuck Jungkook, please.”

“You like that?” He grunts. “Like when I fuck you slow, when I make you feel every fucking inch of my fat cock.”

“Yes. Fuck, yes.”

The pace is agonising, leaving you feeling almost barren for moments that last too long. He’s fucking you deep, dragging out every single second, every inch so you feel it, so that it takes over and you’re mewling and whimpering pathetically. His hips slam into yours, lodging his cock, pressing it further and you’re drowning in it, like this it feels like forever, like you could be stuck in his arms and you wouldn’t mind it one bit. Have him biting at your skin, fingers bruising on your body, have him loving you. The thought itself is daunting, how much you want it, and it’s unfair he’s giving you this teaser, plunging his cock into you unhurriedly almost as if he wants this to last as well—almost. Not enough. “More,” you beg, the intensity is burning at you and you might just fall apart if he continues at this. “Please need more.”

He chuckles. “Always want more, don’t you? want me to fuck you fast, fuck you and own you like a pretty slut.”

You nod. Yes.

“Fuck, turn around.”

It’s quick now and the excitement of that roars at you, as he swivels you around, bending you over, stomach pressed up onto a metal bar and your legs spread behind you. There’s no restraint, and he’s thrusting into you without prior warning, hands tight on your hips as he begins to pound into you, how you’ve both wanted it. “Ah yes yes yes.”

He’s hammering into you, frantic and possessive, his cock filling you out and keeping you blissed as he brushes at your cervix, prodding, probing, adrenaline unwavering. And the sheer brute force reminds you exactly where you are, the merry go round you’ve been perched on, lurching at his actions, swinging you around in a way that makes you dizzy as the scene around you blurs. It’s unhygienic and filthy, the rain that falls causing the sound of your skins slapping together just that bit more raucous, and your skin feels murky with the mixture of your sweat dribbling down your face.

“Fuck, your cunt is so fucking good.” His palm splays at your stomach, the other prying at your wrist forcing an arm behind your back, as he re-adjusts himself, never ceasing up on you. “All mine, you take cock like a fucking slut, just for me huh.”

The whimpers tremble at your lips and your back arches away from him and it’s maddening. He’s got you so under his control, your thoughts are clouded with nothing but him, and he’s fucking you so so good, it hurts. “Fuck I— ngh, yes. All for you.”

“I know. My. Pretty. Slut.” His words are punctuated with steely thrusts, stealing your breath and choking you up with every one.

Your body is trembling, and you can feel the way the tension tightens in a loop as he continues to fuck into you with vicious intent, you’ll feel him tomorrow, you know it, feel the weight of his cock inside you, feel his balls, heavy and full slapping against you. His fingers reach to press at your neck, clenching tight and pushing further and further, you itch to scratch at his grasp and give you back the breath that he’s taking from you, the blood pounds at the back of your neck as you struggle and struggle and he pushes further. You’ll feel it and need him again, like a drug. When you’re so heady, you match his wavelength, floaty and submitted to the throes of hedonism. And the comedown is like a bullet train, the crown of his cock angling to hit right there, the spot that has you screaming his name as the loop snaps and you lose your breath. Everything is white noise, humming and buzzing as he chases the peak of his orgasm, cum released into you, string after string and he holds you. His arm loops beneath your breast holding you back onto his chest, tight, unwilling to let go.

“Don’t go.”

You won’t. Tomorrow, you promise. Tomorrow.

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Blood in the Water | pjm (m)

➳ PAIRING: waterbender!jimin x avatar!y/n

➳ GENRE: smut, angst, avatar!au

➳ WORD COUNT: 6.8k

➳ WARNINGS: bloodbending, breathplay, dirty talk, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, creampie, Jimin is sorta sadistic, choking

➳ SUMMARY: all life contains water and all life can be bent to your whim.

➳ A/N: this is for my @kwritersworld spring fic exchange partner, @sopewriters! The key word was rebirth and I thought uh avatars are reborn so uhhh my logic is kinda wack but it’s okay i hope you like it!!!

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The blood that flows through your veins is immortal. Like phoenixes rising from the ashes of their predecessor, you carry the legacy of yours.

Metallic and crimson blood drips from your bruised lips, mixing with the coarse dirt beneath your hands and knees. You spit out the blood pooling in your mouth, disgusted by the bitter taste.

“Winner!”

The crowd roars to their feet, applauding and screaming for your opponent. You’ve been defeated for the third time, leaving you with a bruised ego along with a bruised body.

You’re the avatar and you can’t even beat one measly underground fighter. It doesn’t matter how many elements you utilize during fights, you’re still brought down each time. You’re weak. Too weak to fight against one man and too weak to be the avatar and hold so much responsibility on your shoulders. You’ll never be good enough—strong enough. How can the world rely on you alone?

“I will have you all arrested if you don’t leave now!”

You squeeze your eyes shut, praying that the stern voice will go away. As you hear the scatter of footsteps and those in the audience yelling to escape the crowded arena, you open your eyes to find a pair of sleek black boots step in your line of sight.

“You’re not supposed to be here.” The smug general taps his foot, waiting for you to rise and dust yourself off.

“I won’t go back,” You sneer, taking the back of your hand to smear away the blood on your chin. “You’ll have to drag me home.”

“You have no choice. You have a duty—a responsibility—as avatar.”

You push yourself off the ground, glaring at the man before you dressed in his black armor, the Fire Nation crest engraved on his breastplate. A symbol of your home, the mighty Fire Nation, where you grew up and stayed for most of your life until you just couldn’t take any more of your responsibilities and ran away. You’ve been outrunning Yoongi for months now, evading him in every city and avoiding the rest of the Fire Nation guards looking for you.

The general, fierce and protective, holds a steady gaze with you, unafraid of your rising temper.

“Enough, Yoongi! I won’t have this weight on my shoulders!” You yell, ignoring the guards beginning to surround you. They can’t take you back.

Home is where you’re constantly reminded of who you are. Where they bring masters to teach you how to hone your skills. Four elements and you’ve barely mastered one. It’s disheartening to see yourself fail over and over, to constantly be reminded you should be better. Failure to live up to the legacy you hold is disheartening.

“We’re taking you home.” Yoongi gestures the rest of the guards to begin moving in, caging you.

As one of the armored guards reaches his hand out to grip your shoulder, you flinch back releasing a burst of fire from your outstretched hand in their direction to avoid capture. You don’t care who gets hurt. You don’t want to return home.

Yoongi throws up his hand, instantly dispelling the flame to nothing. With a smirk on his face, he says, “I won’t let you get away so easily.”

The makeshift arena is practically empty, no one but these guards and you are left. As your eyes dart for an exit, you spot a lone masked figure lingering in the stands behind Yoongi.  

It watches silently, looking on at your predicament, dressed in a fine silk robe draped over their slender shoulders. The white mask, molded to be the face of a fox rests on their face, points at you. The sharp slit of their red painted eyes watches through the opening and you can see their real eyes beneath—cold and unfeeling.

You feel a chill run down your spine as you watch the silent figure raise one arm, flicking their wrists up.

It seems like the world stops, the hands once reaching out to you freeze in the air, unable to move and trapped beneath an unseen force. The guards no longer control their own bodies, fear crawling into their eyes slowly.

“W-What? This is impossible,” Yoongi gasps, finding himself incapacitated with the same terror passing his expression.

Bloodbending should be impossible. This dark ability has been outlawed for centuries, banned for its immoral practice. To control those around you, bend them to your whim, is a power no one should possess.

You’re entranced by the masked figure as their fingers turn downward as if they were controlling a marionette, they dance in the air forcing the soldiers to stand straight, arms tight at their sides.

This is your chance to escape. This masked figure is giving you an opportunity to run, but why? What do they gain from helping you?

Your attention is drawn back to Yoongi as he snarls, “You can’t run forever, Y/N. You’ll come home eventually.”

Yoongi is sure of his words. It’s a promise. One way or another you’ll return home.

You don’t stick around to hear the rest of Yoongi’s threat, darting off to the exit, leaving behind the men with no idea of their fate with the masked figure. The breeze of nightfall hits you as you’re freed of the underground arena. The adrenaline you felt watching the masked figure control the guards is replaced by exhaustion.

Your wounds become apparent as you roll up your shirt to reveal the shallow cut as a result of a water lash slicing into you during a fight. You roll down your top, applying pressure to the wound to prevent more bleeding.

Too bad you haven’t quite mastered the skill of healing. You’ve managed to heal small cuts with your water bending, but nothing as large as the one on your side. It’s too bad Yoongi interrupted the fight before you could see the on-site water healers.

The walk back to the inn you’re staying at isn’t far. Thankfully, you can manage to hobble there on your own. Who knows how long the guards will stay frozen like that to allow you to get away once again.

As you begin to limp down the dark, secluded alleyway, an amused voice calls out to you.

“You’re nothing like I expected, avatar.”

You whip around and without thinking, form a burst of fire in the palm of your hand to throw at the stranger until you see his robes. The same cerulean silk robes draped around his slim figure, mask dangling by its thin string on his finger, swaying gently, and you’re allowed to see his face. Your breath is taken seeing his beautiful features.

“Who are you?” You call, warily eyeing the stranger.

His abilities alone tell you he’s someone you’ve never heard of. You’ve never heard of a living soul who possesses power like him. The story of bloodbending is a legend, passed down as a warning of how that type of power should never be possessed. The last bender with that ability died years ago and has been outlawed for decades.

“No one you should be afraid of, avatar,” he says, a smile creeping onto his face as his eyes follow your hand to the wound on your side. “In fact, I’m here to help you.”

The flames in your palm begin to flicker out of existence as he steps closer. You realize the wound has stained your hand with blood, cringing at the sight.

”Minor,” the stranger dismisses, unphased by the sight of your glistening red blood. “Come to me.”

Why you move into the man’s arms is a mystery. You’re just so compelled by him, drawn in like a dazed traveler looking for solace.

The stranger acts so free and confident. It’s everything you want—to not worry about others or feel so confined by your obligations.

His hand reaches into the pocket of his white pants, pulling out an opaque blue vile. It’s just the size of his finger, a good amount to heal your cut.

“Stay still for me,” he says, waving the vile between his fingers. He uncorks the vile with a pop and his finger hovers over the opening, drawing the water out into mid-air clumping together in one small droplet. His other hand works on lifting the material of your shirt up, peeling the fabric off your wound. His cold hand grazes over your skin, bringing goosebumps in its wake as the other drags water over your skin as if he were cauterizing a wound with water.

You watch in awe as a soft blue light emits from his fingertip. Before your eyes, the shallow wound closes up as his finger glides over your skin. It doesn’t even leave a scar. The throbbing pain disappears and you’re relieved you no longer have to clutch the wound.

“Thank you.”

“One day you’ll do something for me in return,” he muses, running his light eyes down the rest of your bruised body. Your split lip, black eye, and the several cuts along your arms, all catch his attention. “Allow me to heal you. It’s the least I can do for the avatar.” The stranger places his hand over his heart as a gesture of respect to you. A gesture you saw often.

“O-Okay,” you stutter, locking eyes and unable to tear your gaze away.

“Perfect,” he hums, a devious smile curling onto his lips, “Come with me then, avatar.”

He extends his hand out and you foolishly take it.

—

The finely dressed stranger leads you down a wooded path out to a steep cliff with rapid running waters below. There is a carriage with a pulling system designed to lead across the ravine to the other side where a large white home stands.

“Is that your home?” You question, stepping onto the carriage after him. It looks so secluded and lonely, no contact with others or the outside.

“I stay there, yes,” he vaguely responds, pulling down the lever that puts the carriage in action over the rapid waters. If you were to fall in, you’d surely be swept away.

The wind blows through his silver hair, reflecting beneath the moonlight.

“You never told me your name.”

How could you have blindly followed a man with unspeakable power into uncertain doom? How could he have cast such a spell over your judgment?

“Names aren’t important to me.”

“But they are to me. How can you come to respect someone without knowing their name first?”

He scoffs, leaning against the basket and folding his arms, “You’re odd, avatar. But if I must earn your respect, my name is Jimin.”

“Y/N.” You extend your hand expecting for him to return your handshake, but he stares at your outstretched hand as if he’s never seen such a foreign gesture. He does take it after a second, turning it over to press his lips to your hand. His soft, plush lips touch the valley of your knuckles and you’re reduced to a flustered mess.

It’s such a refined and delicate way of greeting that you’re not accustomed to in the Fire Nation. He moves with grace, refined and sophisticated, reminding you of the waterbending teachers brought to you back home. They all seem this way.

“I wonder, avatar,” he ponders, still playing with your hand. “What are you doing so far from home?”

The carriage comes to a lurching halt, forcing you into the basket door. Jimin effortlessly pulls you back up into his arms, holding you in a tender embrace. You hold your breath, hoping that he won’t be able to detect the rapid sounds of your heart beating in your chest.

“Are you running? From danger, from responsibility?” Jimin caresses your cheek with the back of his hand, trapping you beneath his icy gaze.

“I-I’m-”

He cocks his head, looking down at your timid posture. “Afraid,” he finishes, “afraid of yourself.”

“I don’t understand.” You shake your head trying to pretend he isn’t right about how you feel, but you’ll never voice it. Never voice your weakness.

“You’re afraid of failure—disappointing those around you. But embrace fear, avatar, and turn it into your most powerful possession,” Jimin urges, pushing his finger under your chin until you’re staring into his deep blue eyes. “Without fear, you are nothing.”

“How? How will fear make me a better avatar?”

“Harness it. Use that fear to fuel your desire. You’ll learn in due time what I mean, avatar.”

He has a charming aura that you’re unable to tear your gaze from until he releases your chin, snapping you out of your daze.

Fear is power? You wonder what he could mean as he unlatches the basket to let you off. The path leading to the looming front doors is just splintering rock, crunching beneath your feet and digging into the thin material of your slippers.

“What did you do to Yoongi?” You suddenly recall, thinking of the fear in his eyes as he was being controlled by Jimin.

“Your noble captain won’t be bothering you anymore.”

“Did you hurt him?” You failed to think of anyone but yourself in the arena, only hoping for a chance to escape, not the lives of Yoongi and his men. It was selfish—not the traits of the avatar. Guilt begins to consume you.

Jimin absentmindedly bends the fresh dewdrops in the grass, pulling water off the stems. As the droplets of water trail behind him, he hums, “never. What do I gain by killing the captain?”

“Killing?” You whisper to yourself, holding your breath.

“I didn’t harm a soul in that arena, avatar, you have my word,” he promises.

“I trust you.” You nod, shifting your eyes behind him as the greenery he stole water from has become nothing but yellowed and shriveled grass.

The foyer of his home is immaculately pristine, glittering white tiles and marble columns supporting the roof. You’re in awe, never having seen so much luxury in one room. The Fire Nation never cared about looks the way waterbenders do, focusing mostly on military strength instead.

“Beautiful,” you breathe, inspecting the porcelain sculptures.

“Oh, avatar,” Jimin calls and you turn to him. The wicked grin on his face startles you and suddenly you feel frozen. Every muscle in your body is rigid, blood running cold in fear as he forces you to your knees with just a flick of his finger.  

“Jimin, what-”

“Are you afraid?”

The cerulean, gold trimmed robe that pools around his feet drags against the marble floor as he steadily approaches you with a sultry, dangerous smile. One finger brushes the underside of your chin, tipping your head up to face his lowered gaze.

Something tells you to turn away, to run from the enigmatic stranger who claims to know secrets beyond your comprehension. There is a power that radiates from his fingertips, something sinister and foul.

“Would you like to learn from me, avatar?” The tilt of his head brings stray silver strands of hair to fall over one eye. He is alluring and poised, standing tall over your kneeling figure.

You gape, unable to conjure the proper words. He is one of the best teachers you will ever find, but there is an unspoken price to his knowledge.

“I can offer you so much more than knowledge. If power is what you truly desire I can give it all to you.”

“I want-”

A part of you is afraid to accept, but another says yes. What secrets does this man hold? You want to be better. To show those who doubted you, mocked you, how good you really are. Here he is giving you an opportunity to learn, you’d be foolish to pass up such

He does things with such grace compared to your other mentors. It puts you in awe, hypnotized by him and his every subtle movement.

“I want to learn from you. I want to be a better avatar.”

The moment he hears the timid words fall from your mouth, he releases you from his hold. His hand unclenches and you collapse to the floor, gasping for a breath you didn’t know you were holding. As you kneel with your palms pressed flat against the cold marble floors, Jimin offers you a lending hand.

You gingerly slip your hand into his, being pulled to your feet swiftly.

“Shall we begin then? The moon is full tonight and there is so much I want to teach you, avatar.”

Jimin guides you back towards a glass door leading out into the garden where there is a rippling pool of water. The glittering waters reflecting beneath the pale moonlight move gently. He’s right, the moon is full tonight, which means peak bending abilities for waterbenders. It’s the perfect time to start practicing.

Outside chilly winds meet your bare skin, causing you to shiver. He guides you to the reflecting pool and in it, you can see yourself, disheveled and tired.

“Are you still hurt?”

You haven’t even thought about the bruises or cuts you sustained earlier, too distracted by Jimin to realize. The injuries are minor but noticeable. The bruising around your rib begins to throb once you’re reminded. You hiss, clutching the side of your chest, “a little.”

Jimin eases you down on the grass, allowing you to sit up and relax. “Remove your shirt for me,” he orders, bending a handful of water from the pool into the palm of his hand.

You don’t think twice, pulling off your shirt and discarding it on the grass beside your crossed legs. You aren’t shy about exposing yourself to him. It’s not the first time you’ve been with a man intimately.

“It’ll be easier if you remove this,” he brushes the wrapping around your chest, “as well.”

“If you think so,” you nod, pulling the pin out of your binding and unravel the cloth.

Jimin is unmoved by the sight your bare chest, laying his hand on the bruise running over your ribs below your breasts.

His touch is cold and the water begins to glow once again. The healing takes seconds, but with his hand so close to your breasts, it feels too pleasurable.

You bite your lip, suppressing a small moan, slightly disappointed when Jimin pulls away.

“How does that feel?”

“Fine.” You mumble, turning your head to the side.

You’re afraid to say anymore, afraid you’ll give away how much his touch affected you. Instead, Jimin stands back, allowing you space to wrap the bindings around your chest again.

“We have a lot of work to do.”

Jimin spends the night teaching you the basics of waterbending as if you hadn’t already been taught before. You’ve heard it all and done it all before with your teachers. The draining and meticulous task tires you with each slow, rhythmic motion of your hands.

You concentrate on the slowly rising water you’re pulling from the pool, steady hands focusing all your energy. The water only makes it about a foot out before splashing back in and you groan, throwing your hands out, “Fuck!”

“You just need to breathe,” Jimin calmly instructs, “you need to relax.”

“Relax,” You mutter under your breath. Jimin’s presence alone puts you under an intense amount of scrutiny. He has to be one of the best waterbenders if he possesses abilities such as bloodbending. To be watched by him feels worse than being at home with your teachers. You’re starting to regret your decisions, wanting to run back to the village and disappear into the crowd and away from judgmental eyes.

Jimin comes behind you, resting his hand on your shoulder, breath ghosting over the shell of your ear as he murmurs, “you have no one to criticize you.” His hand slides down your arm, creating goosebumps in its wake and reaches your balled up fist. “Take a deep breath, avatar.”

You do as he says, taking a deep shaky breath and exhaling through your mouth. Jimin presses himself behind you, the curve of your back fitting in with him.

Despite him touching you, you manage to ignore the feeling and focus again on the gentle movements of water. A deep breath in and out, calmer and releasing your anxieties. You focus again, guiding your hand intertwined with his up slowly and feeling a weight press against your hand as it slowly raises. You watch the water rise as power flows through your fingertips. The higher the water goes, the more weight you feel pushing against your hand and you struggle to keep it up.

“You’re doing so well,” Jimin praises, “just like that.”

The water stays in the air for a couple more seconds and is almost as tall as Jimin until you release it, falling back down with a splash, droplets flying onto both of you.

“I-I did it!” You gasp, jumping from his embrace. “I’ve never been able to get it that high before!” You’re simply amazed. You’ve never felt so proud of such a small achievement before.

“Perfect. Truly,” Jimin smirks down at you, pulling you in for a hug. “I’m proud of you.”

You duck your head down, blushing at his words. Usually, all you receive is snide comments of how you should’ve been able to do that a long time ago.

“My,” he hums, taking your chin and tilting your head back up, “you act as if no one has ever told you that before. You’re extraordinary, avatar.”

You’re not used to hearing those words of approval—simple, impactful words. Everyone expects you to pick up on bending so easily because you’re the avatar, but you’re only as good as their praise.

“No. Never.”

“I understand why you want to run now,” he says, a sad look in his eyes, an expression that looks so foreign on his face. “I know what it’s like to never be good enough. That’s why I want to help you.”

You can’t stand the look on his face, heart almost wrenching at the sight. You slip your hand over his cheek, stroking the smooth skin. Tonight you don’t feel alone suffering in silence over the praise you never received.

“I see a lot of myself in you. The drive to be the best—to be better than what those around you expect. Desperately trying to meet the expectations of others.”

You wonder how he knows what you feel, what his past was. You’re coming to realize that you know nothing about this man—this stranger—with incredible, dark power.

“Really?”

“I was born in the Northern Water Tribe and cast out like nothing because they were scared of my potential. They were afraid,” he sneers, the sadness in his features contorting into resentment. “afraid of me. I was a disgrace to my family.”

“What,” you lick your lips, “what would they be afraid of?”

“You know what I’m capable of, avatar,” he bitterly chuckles, “you know how easily I can just snap my fingers and end an innocent life. Aren’t you afraid too?”

“No.” He’s the one person that can relate to the feeling of neglect.

There must be some good in him. He hasn’t done anything besides teach and validate you. Validation being the one thing you can truly appreciate from his lessons. To hear those simple words means more to you than he knows. All your life being told you should’ve been better, that you’ll never live up to your predecessors, broke you. Now you’re running from it all and who’s blame besides the ones that tore you down for years?

“You’re naive, avatar,” he chuckles lowly, casting a side glance to the rippling waters.   

His attitude is so much different from when you first met him, no longer promising power and control. Instead, he’s broken, helpless, and tired.

You unconsciously lean forward with trembling lips hesitating to finish what you started. Jimin stares down at you with curiosity lingering in his blue eyes. Your fingers curl around the lining of his robe, tugging him down to meet you fully.

His plush lips meet yours and you feel a thrill run through you, pulling him closer. Jimin seems to freeze, standing rigid and unmoving.

You pull away almost immediately, realizing how foolish you must be, “sorry, I-“

Looking down at you, something sparks in him. Before you can finish apologizing, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer and kissing you once again.

You moan against his hungry lips, trying to cling onto him as he runs his hands down your spine and digs his fingers into your thighs to hike them up around his waist.

“J-Jimin,” you gasp between breaths as he steadily walks back to the house. He moves fluidly into the expansive home towards his bedroom. Each step he takes moves your core against his hardening cock and you whimper.

“Don’t speak, doll.” His reply comes muffled between your lips. The pet name is unexpected and new but has you melting. He lets you down, quickly pulling your shirt over your head, undressing you until you’re completely bare before him.

He pushes you down onto the mattress. Surrounded by fine silks and plush pillows, you run your fingers against the fabric as Jimin pulls back to eye his prize.

“You’re mine now, avatar,” he smirks, a single finger raising to touch your swollen, red bottom lip. His piercing eyes follow the digit as it lazily trails from your lips and down the column of your throat. “Aren’t you?”

“Mhm,” you nod, trying to relax against the sheets despite your pounding heart.

“I want to hear you say it,” Jimin demands, eyes flickering back up to meet yours, stern and cold. His hands meanwhile pry apart your legs, spreading you out on display.

You squirm under his intense gaze, unable to look him in the eye any longer. You avert your eyes down to the rising bulge in his pants, dragging your foot up his thigh to his clothed erection.

“Focus on me, doll,” Jimin snaps, raising his hand the same way he did in the arena. The downturned position of his fingers forces your body rigid, leg coming off his thigh to return to its original position spread apart. He bends you into submission, no longer giving you control over anything, not even your own body.

With no other option, you look into his eyes, stomach clenching as his clouded expression stares down at your dripping hole.

“I’m yours, Jimin.”

Satisfied by your response, he swirls his index finger over your opening, ghosting your clit slightly. You want to buck your hips badly and meet his teasing finger, but he still has a powerful hold over you. Kept frozen in place, you cry, “let me go, please.”

“I don’t think so,” Jimin tsks, returning his finger back to your glistening folds. You would shudder if you could. The unbearable force holding you down on the bed, not even letting you relax your body sends new waves of pleasure through you. You’re bent at his mercy and completely vulnerable to his wandering hands. He can do whatever he wants to you and you’re ready to receive it eagerly.

Jimin loves this power, this show of submission. He loves your willingness, how easily you give in to him. He thrives off it, yet he still wants more. The finger running down your folds eases into your tight cunt and Jimin groans as your heat willingly envelopes him.

Curling the first finger inside your walls, elicits a moan from you, “A-Ah, Jimin.”

He pumps his finger a few times, watching your face contort with pleasure, brows furrowed and lips parted with shallow breaths between. You call his name in a mantra of desperate pleas but he wants to hear you scream it until that voice disappears.

“You look like a mess beneath my fingers, doll. Do you like my fingers in your pussy?” He purrs, adding a second finger and scissoring your clenching walls.

You helplessly whimper, feeling the build up in your stomach begin to coil. He still does not release your body, leaving your legs to stay spread apart and unable to bend or shake as you reach your breaking point. You can’t take it. The drilling and stretch of his fingers bruising your walls and the way your stomach knots up with each thrust forces a broken cry from your throat. “J-Jimin,” You sob, unable to curl your legs or even grip the sheets before your release.

“If you want to come, then come, but I won’t release you,” Jimin growls, dropping to his knees before your heat. He presses teasing kisses around your thighs, nipping and lightly scraping his teeth against the flesh.

His assault on your pussy doesn’t stop even as his plump lips move closer to your drenched folds. His tongue darts out to lap against your swollen clit, roughly attacking the sensitive bud and listening to you scream his name.

“Be a good little doll for me and come. I know you want to. I can feel how badly you’re trembling in my hold if I release you now you’d be writhing,” he hums between your thighs.

His sinful words are enough to make you come undone on his fingers, wishing you could buck your hips to chase it as white liquid leaks out of you and onto the sheets.

Jimin replaces his fingers with his tongue, licking up your arousal, tasting every drop.

“Now, will you release me?” You pant, wanting nothing more than to relax your legs from being spread for so long and lie limply against the bed. Your chest rises and falls as you struggle to regain breath.

His eyes dart to yours, still feasting between your thighs, silver hair fallen over his forehead. All it takes is a look for you to feel yourself suffocating. Your throat slowly constructing without the presence of his hand.

“Why so eager to be free, doll? I’m not done with you yet.”

You’re unable to speak, just gasping for breath and choking as he suddenly pushes two fingers back in you. Your eyes flutter shut, seeing nothing but stars as he begins to pleasure your sensitive core once again.

He relaxes his hold on your neck, preferring to hear your whimpers and pleas instead. You gasp for air, vision still littered with black and white spots.

“Let me touch you,” you whimper, blinking away the burning tears in your eyes from the sensitivity.

Jimin rises to watch a tear streak down your cheek with curious eyes and gingerly brushes it aside, finally releasing your body, and your legs instantly fall limp against the sweat-soaked sheets. Your hands tangle in his hair, feeling the soft strands run through your fingers.

You squirm away from his touch, unable to handle the overstimulation. Jimin, however, doesn’t let you go, taking his other hand to grip your thigh as his fingers continue to move inside you.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he growls, thumb ghosting over your clit, barely grazing.

“I can’t… not again…” you whimper uncomfortably, uncertain you can handle another, trembling as he presses down on your swollen bud and jolts of intense pleasure run through you.

“Yes you can and I want you around my cock this time.” Jimin pulls himself off the bed, pushing his blue robe off his shoulders to fall gracefully at his feet. You can already see the hardened outline of his erection pressing against his pants. Once he discards the rest of his clothing, your eyes focusing on his impressively thick length as he crawls onto the bed again to hover over you. “Won’t you scream for me, doll?” He wickedly grins giving you no time to prepare before ramming his cock into you, burying himself deep inside your pulsating walls.

You cry out, hands moving to grip his shoulders instead, nails digging red lines down his back as you struggle to find stability as he rabidly thrusts into you. It doesn’t take much for you to feel another orgasm build up, as you wrap your legs around his waist, allowing him to thrust into you from another angle.

“Are you enjoying this? Do you like falling apart around my cock like this, doll?”

“Y-Yes,” you mewl, back arching off the sticky sheets when he finds your g-spot, repeatedly hitting it over and over until you’re writhing against him. “You feel so good, Jimin. D-Don’t stop.”

His hand moves between your connect bodies, finding your clit. The brush of his fingers against your clit makes your breath hitch, legs tightening around his waist, and your entire body trembles as you approach another climax rapidly.

Jimin grunts as his own orgasm approaches, the rhythm of his thrusts becoming sloppy and desperate. With another flick of his finger on your clit, you feel yourself unravel beneath him. Your second orgasm comes just as powerful as the first, leaking around his cock and walls clenching.

“Fuck,” he hisses, quickly coming soon after you, hips stuttering and eyes squeezing shut. He eases out of you, letting the mix of juices leak from your pussy onto the bed. Jimin falls by your side, breathing deeply.

“My, my, avatar,” Jimin sighs, running a hand down your chest and caressing your stomach, “I might just keep you.”

—

You’re content with Jimin, spending the days wrapped in his arms and training under the moonlight. You’ve noticed a pattern with him. The days when the moon is just a sliver, he seems more human, calmer than nights of a full moon.  

The days pass in a blur of new methods and skills. For once you feel confident about your bending. The rate at which you’re learning under him is alarmingly better than before with your other mentors. And at night he ravishes you with all the same vigor and desire as the first. But you haven’t left his home for almost a month. The walls of his lavish home have begun to get tired and old. You miss the arena, the adrenaline rush you’d get when your opponent darts towards you.

He’s been a lot colder whenever you mention anything about leaving. Something in his aura has changed, you know that for sure.

It’s a full moon once again when waterbending is at its peak, and Jimin guides you out to the pond again.

“I want to go back to the arena. I want to fight.”

“No,” Jimin curtly responds, not bothering to turn around. “Why would you want to go back there, avatar? So you can get hurt all over again?”

You’re taken aback by his harsh words, faltering a few steps behind. “I just want to see how much I’ve improved in a fight.”

“You just want to leave me. Is that it, avatar?”

“What? No,” you shake your head, “what are you talking about?”

Why is he becoming so agitated? You aren’t asking to leave him, just the house.

“I thought you were mine. Isn’t that what you said to me? Why do you want to leave, avatar?” He sounds broken, hurt by the thought of your absence. “Just like them.”

“Just like who, Jimin?”

“Them… my family, my brother. You just want to be rid of me, don’t you?” Jimin sneers, grabbing onto your shoulders tightly, digging into delicate flesh. He holds onto you desperately as if you’ll slip through his fingers like water.

“You’re not right, Jimin,” you hiss, crying out as his nails dig into your skin, leaving crescent marks. “Something is wrong.”

“Something wrong? Something wrong?” He scoffs becoming more and more agitated. “There isn’t anything wrong with me! Maybe it’s you, avatar, maybe you’re the one with something wrong!”

You begin to panic the stronger his hold becomes. You focus energy on your shoulders where he’s gripping you, raising the temperature of your body to burn him, a technique you used to use growing up to slip through your teacher's fingers.

Jimin unlatches his hands, pushing you away, slowly blinking and coming back to reality. “Look at me. Pitiful.” He shakes his head.

You try reaching out for him, desperate to comfort the man who’s taught you so much. “Jimin…”

“Don’t touch me,” he yells, moving his hand up instinctively to bend you to your knees.

Forced to the damp ground, unable to move, you plead, “I know this isn’t who you truly are.”

“My soul is wicked to the core and with each full moon, I become even more wretched,” he hisses, hand trembling as he holds you down, visibly in pain. “Like a piece of me is chipping away. Look at what this power has done to me. I don’t know how to stop it or if I even want to.”

The desperation in his voice and the way his whole body shakes with tears threatening to fall crushes you. This is over your head. You have no way of helping him, no way of easing his pain. This is what you’re supposed to do as the avatar but you have no idea.

“I-I don’t know how… I don’t know how to help.”

“Then you’re nothing to me,” he seethes, “I should have known this was pointless. I thought you could fix me, but I was wrong. So, leave.”

“No.”

“I said go! Why would I want to keep you around? You’re a useless bender! I should just kill you now to put you out of your misery. Maybe the next avatar will have a better chance of mastering the elements.”

“You don’t mean that.”

Jimin slowly curls his fingers inward, constricting your airway. “If you won’t leave I’ll make you.”

You can feel the ghost of fingers around your neck, tightening. Crying is futile, screaming for help is useless.

“S-Stop, Jimin,” you gasp, eyes welling up with tears as your vision begins to blur, fading in and out of darkness.

When Jimin watches your eyes flutter shut, light almost draining from your face, he realizes he can’t do it. He’s never taken a life—not once—even with the dark powers he possesses. It’s not who he is or what he wants to become. Despite his mind telling him to continue on and watch the life slip away from you, his heart says otherwise.

Jimin’s hand falls limply to his side as his tearful eyes watch you crumble to the floor, gasping for air.

“Just go,” he croaks, turning his head away, unable to look at you any longer without feeling sick.

Your fingers dig into the grass as you cough, building the strength in your legs to stand. You hear his faint footsteps begin to recede and by the time you find the will to look up again, he’s gone.

It’s just you beneath the glowing full moon, broken and confused. Did he really believe you were useless or did he say that as a way to get rid of you? You don’t want to believe his venomous words, terrified that what he said was the truth. You didn’t want to leave him, not when you knew that his family had abandoned him. It’s clear now that that abandonment had taken an incredibly drastic toll on him and now he’s gone before you could even explain.

Left all alone, you’ll do what you do best—run. Running away from all the heartache and problems you encounter is all you’ve ever known. If he wants you to leave, then you’ll leave.

You bitterly wipe away the tears in your eyes, gritting your teeth. “Fine,” you spit, “I’ll go.”

After a dizzying journey through the woods, blinded by tears, you find yourself back in the city. You’re stumbling through the darkened streets remembering the night you met Jimin. It’s such a stinging memory now.

As the blur of faces passes you in the crowd, your feet find their way to the arena, hoping to find some sort of relief in a fight—to expel some of your frustration and hurt. As the roar of cheering crowds deafen your ears outside the arena, you spot a familiar face lingering outside the eager line of guests.

“Y-Yoongi?” You call out into the street of bustling people. He’s somewhere in the crowd of neutral toned clothing and street vendors, lingering outside the arena entrance. You wonder what he’s still doing in the city after a month. “Yoongi?” You push through the crowd of citizens, not bothering to apologize if they stumble, you’re in a rush to see the captain again.

When you call out to him once more, he finally turns around, tired eyes and a frown stuck to his lips. “There you are Y/N.”

“What are you still doing here?” You ask, looking up and down at the disheveled captain with tousled brown hair and rumpled clothing. It’s unlike him to look so unkempt.

“I never left,” Yoongi seethes, striding up to you. “I’ve been here looking for you ever since that masked figure took away my bending.”

—

~to be continued~

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[sopewriters]

A Valentine’s Date

Pairing: Stupid Jeon Jungkook x Reader (Ugh why does he have to look so good T^T) 

Genre: Romance

Wordcount: 2k

Summary: So, you and your fake boyfriend decide to spend a Valentine’s evening together doing a lot less than what most actual couples normally do. Yet, this is the most fun you’ve had in the longest time and gosh, since when did looking at Jungkook’s stupid smile get your heart to flutter like this? 

Could this fake relationship have actually led you to find something real?

Notes: This was a great distraction from the history paper I have due tonight! Sorry for taking so long to complete @kwritersworld Spring Fic exchange. I hope you enjoy this @jinniesbby! Also: this is lowkey based off of this anime called Wolf Girl and Black Prince! It’s been a while since I’ve written anything so I’m sorry if it’s trash ;-;

This is it. 

It’s the month of February and even though you don’t give two shits about Valentine’s Day or exchanging gifts or getting dinner at a fancy restaurant or doing any of that stereotypical things that couples do, you have to at least act excited about it. 

Unless you want to get caught in your lie and be shunned by the few people that you’re friends with in your class. Nope, you might be the girl who cried wolf but you’re definitely not going to let yourself become the weird loner of your class. 

“Are you ready yet?” Jungkook asks, leaning against the doorway of your classroom and you nod, packing your things into your bag before slinging it over your shoulder and walk up to him.  

“So, are you doing anything for Valentine’s Day?” You ask, hopeful that maybe he has something fun in mind that the two of you could enjoy doing. Though you may not have any love for that particular day, you figure you wouldn’t mind it all too much if you are doing all these things with him. 

“Ugh, probably staying in and watching a movie.” He groans, eyes rolling out of exasperation at the mere mention of the day and while you do relate to the sentiment, you’d be lying if you say his unexcited response didn’t disappoint you. “I don’t know why everyone gets so excited about it. It’s cold outside and there’s people everywhere.” 

Well, he’s not wrong but this is certainly going to be a pain to deal with because you did promise your friends to send them a photo of you and your ‘boyfriend’ tonight. 

“Why don’t we do that?” He looks at you like you’ve just uttered the weirdest thing, which again, he’s not wrong about but you don’t care about it at the moment, “You could come over and we could order in some food and watch a horror movie or something?” 

He pauses for a bit, the air silent between the two of you as you walk home before he breaks it with a sigh which is followed by a groan. 

“Fine, whatever. I’ll pick up some fried chicken and you can get us something to drink.” He rubs the back of his head rather aggressively and you wonder how his hair haven’t fallen off yet. “Don’t pick up something cheap though.” 

“I never do that.” You cross your hands over your chest and you pout when he giggles at your annoyance and gosh, since when has your heart started to flutter like this around him. 

“Oi, did you catch my fever from last week?” All of a sudden Jungkook’s close to you, hand pressing against your cheek. You can feel it burning with heat as his warm, large palm slides over your skin, making your eyes widen as you stare at him. 

“D-Don’t just do that so suddenly, you idiot!” You manage to splutter out the words after a few seconds, pushing him away before wrapping your fingers tightly around the straps of your bag, “Ah, whatever. I’m almost home now so I’ll just see you then.” 

“Whatever, just don’t get me sick again.” He groans as you roll your eyes at him before parting ways with you and you stand there for a few seconds, stunned with your hand pressed against the cheek and eyes wide. 

How did things change between the two of you like this?

You ask your mother to pick up some coke and apple cider when she goes out shopping the day before Jungkook is supposed to come over and thankfully she also brings some cake for you to share. Conveniently enough, she also has a work shift at the time Jungkook’s coming over so you don’t have to worry about having him in your room. 

You set everything up out in the living room, placing the bottles on the coffee table with two glasses and the box of cakes alongside with it. Now, all that’s left--

The doorbell rings, signalling his arrival and you shoot up from where you’d been sitting on the couch--fuck since when have you been so whipped for this absolute idiot--and walk over to the door. 

“Agh, what took you so long?” He groans, rubbing his arms to get warm again. You stand there watching him with an odd look, because he’s just so weird, why?

But then you see him holding a bag of food from your favorite restaurant and the thought of hot fried chicken and french fries has your mind calming... for now. You’ll give him his beating later. 

“What’re we watching?” He plops himself on the couch, placing the food on the table and you close the door before sitting down next to him. “I hope you didn’t pick something lame.” 

“How dare you come into my house and start insulting me--” Before you can continue on with your ranting, he picks up a piece of the chicken and shoves it in your mouth, making you glare at him. But, when you taste the chicken, well, let’s just say it’s hard to not be in a good mood. 

“I picked Annabelle, not the first one, that was trash- it’s the second one.” You answer after you finish eating before smacking his shoulder, “If you shove food in my mouth again, I swear I’ll kill you Kook.” 

“Don’t put me in a situation where I don’t have a choice but to do it.” He remarks before uncapping one of the bottles and pours it out in a glass while you play the movie on the TV. “Do you want take that picture now or later.” 

“We can do it later, it’s still pretty early.” You grab the box of chicken, opening the sauce packet before drizzling it carefully over the food. Ah, you feel absolutely blessed to be eating this--

Wait. How did he know that this is your favorite place to get food from?

“Kookie,” He turns to look at you, “Why did you get the stuff from this restaurant?” 

“Didn’t you say it was your favorite or something?” He answers casually, like it’s no big deal for him to have remembered something you’d mentioned maybe once or twice at the most. “It was on the way too so it was convenient. Why? Do you not like it?” 

“N-No, no it’s good!” You prove your point by stuff more of the chicken into your face, hoping that it’ll dissuade him from asking any more questions and well, it works because he’s now looking at you with equal parts of disgust and confusion. 

“Let’s just focus on the movie, yeah? Stop being so weird.” He groans before pouring out a drink for you, and surprisingly, it’s exactly what you wanted, and he slides it over to you. 

As the two of you eat, your mind wanders off to think about all the weird thoughts that’s been going through your head because seriously, you got into this for convenience but now...

Now things are starting to feel different and the way you look at Jungkook is different. So is the way he looks at you now. Previously if anyone had asked you what you thought of Jeon Jungkook, you’d call him a total idiot who may be a star athlete and student but is shit at interacting with people. But now, well, you’d still call him an idiot but a handsome, smart, kind and caring one. 

Could this be the famed first love?

Once you finish eating, you clean up the boxes and plates since you’ve already seen this movie so you don’t care about missing any of the jumpscares. Jungkook on the other hand, is huddled up on the corner of the couch with a pillow in his hands, holding it tightly as he stares at the screen with wide eyes. You don’t understand why he likes horror movies so much even though he gets so unbelievably scared of them later. 

When you come back, you decide to start having the cake but only manage to get a single bite in before Jungkook decides to speak up. 

“Do you wanna take that picture now?” He offers, grabbing the remote to pause the movie. 

“Might as well.” You nod, figuring that you might as well get it done with now before your friends start blasting the group chat. 

He switches on the lights and you grab the phone before opening the Snapchat app, putting on a cute couples filter. 

“So, how do you want to do it?” You ask and he answers by pulling you into his arms, your head resting against his chest while his arms wrap around your waist. 

“This should be fine, yeah?” He remarks, moving forward to tuck his head onto your shoulder and gosh, does he have to be this close because you feel as though you’re about to combust. 

You can’t say anything though because you don’t want to come off as weird so you try to calm yourself, answering him with a nod since you don’t trust your voice right now. 

He takes the phone from your hands, getting it at a good angle before clicking a few photos. Then, he asks, “Should we take a more romantic one too?” 

You figure you probably don’t have to but you wouldn’t mind it, mind growing heated with anticipation and excitement as to what he means by romantic. 

‘S-Sure--we could.” I murmur, smiling nervously and then, you feel the softness of his lips pressing against your cheeks, your eyes wide as he snaps the photos. 

“Why do you look so surprised? Huh, you actually look pretty cute.” He chuckles when he brings the phone close to see the pictures he took, grinning as he hands it back to you and you pout shyly, smacking his hands away from you. 

“Shut up.” You groan, grabbing the pillow and holding it close to you as you bite your lip to get your heart stop beating so fast. 

“I wasn’t going to say anything earlier but,” He grabs your hand and pulls you forward so you’re close to him again, “You’ve been acting weird lately. Is there something wrong?” 

“N-No--I-I just,” You stutter out the words before figuring that being honest is probably the best way to go rather than continuing to be confused and worried about your feelings the way you’ve been the last few weeks. “I think I like you, for real.” 

His eyes widen in surprise and he lets go of your hand that he’d been holding onto. You grip the pillow tightly in anticipation of his reply and you worry if you’ve ruined even the friendship you had with him. 

“I uh wasn’t going to say this but I think I like you too.” He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, head turned to the side as he murmurs the words in a soft tone, “I mean, I would’ve gotten tired of this whole fake relationship thing a while ago but, I think there could be something real here.” 

You pause, looking up at him with wide, hopeful eyes and the warmth that’s filling your chest right now is calm and soothing. 

“Can I... Can I kiss you?” You ask, reaching forward to place your hand on his cheek so you can get him to look at you directly as you smile softly. 

He nods, his own hand reaching to rest on the back of your neck as he tugs you forward and the next thing you know, you’re feeling the warmth of his lips against yours, moving softly and slowly. 

And with every kiss and confession of love that follows after, you know now that this idiot is most definitely your first love. 

Written by: Sangria~ 

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[writingsofmyimagination]

Sweet Histamine

Sooo this was for the kwritersworld spring fic exchange!

My writing partner was @njssi . Sorry for jumping the gun :P The keyword Pollen Allergies with BTS pairing was an interesting one, but naturally because i’m going to hell I had to make it smutty! Enjoy!

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Summary:Who would have thought forgetting to take your hay-fever tablets could end so sweetly. 

Word Count:2663

Warnings:Smut (hot and heavy nothing too extreme), PWP. Swearing.

The sun was raining in through the window, sprinkling you with the glorious rays warming your skin. Your apartment overlooked an expansive park, clouds of leaves atop ancient trunks. The bustle of families, lovers and friends enjoying the parks greenery amongst the flowers and the centre piece fountain which offered a consistent flow of children wishing their pennies away.

“Achoo” you blew your nose and stuffed the tissue into the back pocket of your denim shorts.

“You forgot to take your antihistamines again didn’t you?” Jimin wrapped his arms through your and clasped around your waist from behind.

“Well in my defence someone was distracting me this morning” you twirled round in his embrace knocking his lips from your neck and redirected them to give your lips some much needed attention

“Don’t blame me, have you taken some?” his mahogany irises glimmered with a shy sense of amusement littered with sincerity. His hands dropped and rested at your hips as yours were linked softly at the back of his back.

“Yes, I’ve taken some, what time are we heading over to the dorms?”

“In about ten minutes if you’re ready?”

“I’m ready, all snacks packed and accounted for” you beamed “Achoo” When you looked up a smirk had crept on his face.

“Go and lie on the bed baby” Jimin demanded softly, tracing the outline of your figure with equal pressure.

“What?, We don’t have time for…” you protested

“It’ll take less than ten minutes I promise” his saccharine smile comatosed you into complying, like a puppy you just couldn’t say no.

“Lie down, eyes closed, no peeking” You rolled your eyes searching for a hint of his intentions before shutting them. You heard drawers open and close, the bed depressed as Jimins weight left the floor. His fingers teased open the button on your shorts, your hands flew to his in protest

“How is this going to take less than ten minutes” the words rushed out forcibly. You sighed audibly when he pinned your nuisance hands above your head and absorbed any more contesting by enveloping you into a heated kiss; which you naturally arched yourself into.

“I promised didn’t I? I just want to make your pollen allergies more…fun” Okay now you was confused. “Now are you going to behave and let me carry on or this will take more than ten minutes?”

Such a brat you thought.

He took your silence as the answer he wanted and you allowed him to slip your shorts and underwear off with no more complaints and one more sneeze into the back of your hand.

His lips first ghosted at your navel which was exposed thanks to the black off the shoulder crop top you’d decided to wear. His lips danced downward and you ceased to care about time. He knocked your legs further apart and your hands gripped round the pillow above you as his tongue continued to dance fluidly over your bundle of nerves. The interval was all too soon, pulling a wanting sigh past your lips as his left you. Before you could whine about anything his fingers took over the lead. You heard a satisfied moan of approval

“Always so wet for me baby, ready?” you didn’t need reminding.

“Mmm” was all you mumbled, not really knowing what you was agreeing so amenably too.

“Fuck Jimin!” you cried, the shock jumbling with pleasure. You’re eyes flew open and you rested on your elbows to get a better view. Jimin was sat on his legs, wicked grin plastered on his face, the wickedness also mimicking through his eyes. Your body adjusted to the feeling of Jimin’s great idea.

“I bought you some kegal balls, I was going to wait until your birthday but with you sneezing like nothing else I thought this would be a good opportunity to play with them to see if they’re fun” Jimin explained triumphantly.

“Seriously?, we’re going to be out?” you affirmed, your sudden anxiety glued your body in place.

“Exactly, I can’t wait to watch you become a flustered mess. You’ll be begging me to take you home”

Oh so he wants to play today

The possibilities of the next few hours flashed through your mind, working like acetone and unstuck? Your muscles into their normal state.

“I could just take them out” you challenged, fishing for his reaction.

“You will do no such thing, I’ll ruin all your orgasms for three weeks” Well. That told you. Lips pouting, he just looked at you bemused for a moment before climbing further and kissing the pout away. His knee pressed generously in between your thighs to feed of your gasps.

“Come on, we better get going” he starved you of anymore affection jumping up and offering you his hand to pull you up.

“Agh” Jimin’s palm burned into your behind, you exclamation was more the results of the balls shifting inside you. The feeling was like a half satisfied itch, it left you craving much more. Jimin’s smirk turned wicked as you finally realised how much torture you was going to have to endure.

“I hate you” you joked.

“You won’t be screaming that later, I promise”

 As soon as you arrived at the dorms the aroma of BBQ teased your senses and woke up your apparent hunger, especially when you saw that Yoongi was head chef at the grill through the large panel windows onto the balcony.

“Achoo…aah”  

I’m not going to last all evening

You brows furrowed, aiming directly for Jimin who met your gaze with a miniscule tug of his bottom lip between his teeth. Your blood heightened to a few more degrees, he knew what he did to you and how to get you.

“Where do snacks live?” you inquired holding up the bag of goodies.

“Just bundle them on the table in the living room with the others” Jungkook directed, carefully trying to decipher the snacks beneath the plastic with inquisitive eyes. J-Hope’s unmistakeable laugh ricocheted through the open plan living room and kitchen, drawing your attention from the large flat screen playing a standard music channel.

All the boys apart from Yoongi and Jungkook were lounging in the metal garden chairs, drinks in hands. Jimin tapped his knee and you sat obediently. One arm worked round your waist to sit lazily, fingertips ministrating slowly against your skin. You pleaded to your antihistamines to stop any more sneezing. Jungkook handed you a glass of soda, it sucked you was driving.

Food was cooked, food was eaten and everyone was full of delicious goodness. Now was the debate of what film to pick

“So Jurassic World two or Incredibles 2” RM announced.

“Obviously Jurassic World” Jimin blurted out in a high plea blanketing the pair of you on one of the corner sofas and slumping down at your side. Yoongi was sat non-chalant at the edge of the sofa quietly scrolling while the children squabbled amongst themselves.

“We’ve waited like 15 years for incredibles” Hope added.

“Yeah what’s wrong with you hyung, Incredibles all the way!” Jungkook blurted at Jimin and added in a slap on his legs for good measure before resuming his position sprawled on the floor on his front with V; both had pillows hugged at their chest resting their chins. He leaned into you as he flinched and his adorable laugh caramelised through your veins, the viscosity did nothing to slow your heart rate throbbing in your chest and the blood flooding down in-between your thighs.

“Y/N it’s all on you, you’re the guest, and we’ll be here for hours otherwise” RM suggested from the other sofa

“No pressure then” you leaned forward reaching for a bag of cool Doritos. “Obviously Incredibles” all you got in response from Jimin was a pair of bambi eyes with his lips at a pout.

Serves him right.

Jin drew the curtains and plunged the room into near darkness, the gentle glow from the lamp at the end of the other sofa chased away most of the shadows. The two of you were seated furthest away from the light, leaving you with the most shadows interrupted only by the rays of the TV.

“Achoo… bless me” your thighs squeezed together to cushion the sensation of the balls hitting your walls, you fidgeted your entire lower half until the hit had done its damage. A breathless moan reached Jimin’s ears and your peripheral vision discerned his lips creasing upwards.

“Want me to fuck you yet?” his whisper ghosted the skin on your neck causing a ripple of goosebumps to stand to attention. You turned your head to him quickly, your eyes sheepishly scanning the room for witnesses.

“Anyone need more popcorn?” you asked, your cheeks tainted a light pink as you got up and grabbed the two empty bowls on the table and headed to the kitchen completely ignoring his question.

The ache was becoming unbearable, but you were determined not to let him beat you. The microwave was whirring happily with you leaning against the side checking your social media to pass the time and distract yourself. Your boyfriend emerged in the kitchen not long after, sinful expression slapped on his face and grabbed at one of your belt loops propelling you into him, your dropped your arm to avoid your phone hitting his face.

“Can I help you?” you asked unperturbed.

“Yeah, I want you to answer me” his lips mere centimetres away from yours holding then in a desperate limbo. Your eyes sparked off each other, dangerously close to igniting.

“Why don’t you find out for yourself” you quipped, taking his hand and teased it down beneath your waist band. You knew he wouldn’t be satisfied with just a touch. Before he starting to tease with his fingers and before you’d completely cave and let him have you in the kitchen you pulled his hand away, kissed him in a heated burst shutting off his whine and not allowing a pout to form from his lips. The spark in his coffee eyes burst.

I have him

“Two can play the tease game my prince”

DING! Before he had a second to react you grabbed the popcorn and bowls and returned to the living area your chest puffed slightly and an accomplished grin sneaking through.

 “Hey guys is it okay if we make a move, I definitely underrated my lack of sleep last night” Jimin was at the living room doorway framing his small stature, he rubbed at his eyes and threw his arms up into a full body stretch.

From the shadows your head shook with a one sided coy smile.

He’s unbelievable

“Remember we have practice at half seven, rest well hyung” RM well wished.

“I will, I’ll just go pack some things, Hobi did you move that attack on titan replica to our room yet? Y/N’s been asking about it”

He really is unbelievable but he knows how to get me where he wants me

“Yeah it’s in there” Hobi replied.

“Come on then babe” Jimin prompted. He did not have to ask you twice.

As soon as the door to his bedroom was shut, he was on you, he pressed into you with a primal roughness you rarely saw from him. You tried to push back a little to stop from slamming into the door and hopefully cushioning the sound. Your hands were both scrambling at each other’s sides. His brown hair was silk underneath your fingers as they crept up the back of his neck. His lips scattering desperate kisses at your collar bone. You pushed him back harder this time.

“Not here” you half pleaded in between struggling breaths “Someone could walk in” You tried to take a few more steps into the neat light pastel pink room. You were always more cautious about these things at the dorm, naturally; especially when Jimin doesn’t have his own room when him and J-Hope are the only two who share.

“I am NOT waiting until we’re back at yours” He unbuttoned your shorts gripped at your shoulders and spun you round to face the wall, instinctively your hands flew to the wall, palms flat against the cool surface. “We’re not exactly going to be long are we?”

I definitely wasn’t

His hands entangled in your hair and with a yank your neck in full extension releasing a strangled groan from your throat. His lips next to your ear, his body tight against your own, his desperation digging into you.

“But you’ll have to be quiet, don’t want us to get caught again princess, can you do that for me?” your skin flushed with heat

“Mmmhmm” you answered, he relinquished his grip on your hair and your forehead rested against the wall as your shorts and underwear were hastily sent pooling at your ankles. The humidity shrouding you both was near suffocating, there was nothing but hot blooded need flooding through your system. You needed him to fuck you and you needed it now. His hands locked onto your hip and pulled you back slightly and pushed your back, you bent at his touch so willingly. Your fists contorted into balls as his hands stroked through your heat from behind

“I think we’ll use these again” he said as he pulled at the silver chain.

“Aa…” your hand secured over your mouth cutting any more noise from falling out. The emptiness you felt was anything but a relief.

“Jimin, I swear to god if you don’t hurry up and fuck me” he’d gone to his bedside table to grab condom “We don’t need ..”

“I’d rather not deal with the mess” he rushed, it was his turn to scramble at his clothes, his belt buckle clinked, the noise only served as to heighten your anticipation and impatience.

With his cock finally against your buzzing nerves, you tilted your hips in a fluid motion to get more contact.

“Always so impatient”

“Fuck” you breathed in a forced whisper. Jimin’s moan was flooded with relief, the fingertips that were digging sweet half crescents into your skin held you firmly in your place. Every thrust it was becoming harder and harder to filter out your moans through pursued lips. You were neglected of the usual beautiful sounds that Jimin would give you in moments like this, the sweet high notes that would escape him, the desperate and satiated whines.

You grabbed behind you, clawing at the side of his behind as hips began jerking unevenly as he was racing towards his end. You was both chasing that impending high.

“Stay with…me baby…I’m so close” you panted barely holding on to your own control.

More and more volume was slowly creeping out amongst the gasps and pants

“Fuck Jimin, I’m….” your body gave in to an onslaught of pleasure that threatened to buckle your knees. The pulsing of your core around him knocked him falling into his own release he’d so desperately held off for you. His body still behind you, breathless obscenities flowing from his lips under his grunts. The pressure at your hips lifted and a more delicate pressure enveloped your waist his head dropped onto your back, savouring the afterglow of the heat as it dissipated.

“I love you soo much you know that” he spoke into your back. Your body satisfied and no longer clouded with uncontrollable lust, sense and social awareness seeps back in; bringing back with it a rush of self-consciousness.

“I love you too” you rushed out “but maybe let’s get redressed and get your stuff” You pictured the content grin you knew he’d be wearing.

“It’s not like you to get shy baby, but fine!” he huffed, exposed your skin from under your shirt to bury a kiss against your skin. He separated from you and allowed you to cover yourself restoring all dignity.

“And for god’s sake remember to put those balls away, I will literally die of embarrassment if Hobi sees them”

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[today-we-will-survive]

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Title: Let Me Inspire You

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Y/N

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Angst

Word Count: 1,375

A/N: This is a fic for @minstrivia for the @kwritersworld Spring Fic Exchange! My keyword/phrase for this one was “La Vie en Rose”. I hope you enjoy 💜AND HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!!!!! (I also directly quoted you at the end because it inspired this fic and I thought it was beautifully written. I hope that’s okay)

“He won’t talk to any of us, Y/N. We tried calling, texting, FaceTiming…”

“Did anyone try going over to his apartment?”

“He won’t let us inside.”

“But you think he would me?”

“He loves you, Y/N. Plus, you have a key.”

“He loves you guys too, though.”

You hear a sigh on the other end of the line. “It’s not the same. Could you please just try? We’re all really worried about him.”

“Of course, Jiminie. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thanks, Y/N.”

“No problem. I’ll text you later.”

*

It’s a short walk to Yoongi’s apartment, but one you always enjoy. The trees lining the streets of the city are in full bloom, coating the sidewalks with white and pink petals. The air smells fresh like grass and last night’s rain. You’ve always loved the spring the most. It’s a time for new things to come into fruition. And it’s when you met Yoongi.

Jimin sounded pretty worried about him on the phone. You usually just text with all the boys, but there have been a few times where one of the members have called you in concern about your boyfriend. He tends to do this sometimes; hole up in his apartment when he’s working on something new, not leaving, not talking to anyone for days. And usually when he does finally emerge from his cave, he’s pale, thin, his eyes a little deader. If only he didn’t produce such beautiful music. You worry about him sometimes but you know this is his process. It’s what he loves. What he lives for.

You make your way up the stairs to his apartment and down the hall, stopping in front of his door and knocking on it loudly.

“Yoongi?” you call through the door. You wait a few seconds for a reply but the apartment is silent. With a sigh, you dig into your bag and pull out a keyring. Yoongi gave you a key to his apartment last year telling you that you are always welcome, but it’s times like these that make you hesitant. Yoongi can be sensitive and very vulnerable when he’s producing. You always feel like you’re intruding at times like these, but Jimin sounded so worried. Maybe you could just peak in, make sure he’s eating, make sure there isn’t anything he needs, and then you can leave. Five minutes tops. Yeah, that would be fine.

You unlock the door and push gently on the handle until a space appears big enough for you to slip through into the dimly lit apartment. The place is spacious and minimally decorated and furnished in the way that Yoongi seems to like. When he first got the apartment, you told him you thought it would be too much space for just him, especially when he spends most of his time in his studio, but he was adamant about getting one with a lot of room. Something about having the option to spread out if he ever really wanted to. Which he hasn’t. You know the boy well.

“Yoongi?” you call into the darkness. The sound of your footsteps on the polished concrete floor echoes throughout the apartment. Maybe he isn’t home. Why else would it be so silent?

Suddenly you hear a crash coming from the back where his studio is, followed by a string of curses and you find yourself running down the hall toward the source. When you reach the door to his studio, you knock again. “Yoongi? Are you in there?”

You hear a groan from the other side followed by some shuffling and then you step back as the door opens. Yoongi stands there, his eyes bloodshot, his black hair sticking out in every which direction.

“Y/N,” he cracks. “What are you doing here?”

“Jimin sent me to check on you,” you say looking him up and down. He’s a mess. “How’s…things?”

Yoongi lets his head drop against the door and he releases a heavy sigh. “I don’t know,” he grumbles. “I feel like everything I try ends up sounding like utter crap.”

“Maybe you need to take a break,” you say reaching up and gently prying his hand off the door. “You know, step away from it for a bit so you can come back with a fresh perspective.”

“These songs are due in two days,” he says but reluctantly lets you pull him out of his studio and down the hall. “I don’t have time to step away for a bit.”

“Well, obviously whatever you’re doing now isn’t working,” you say and lead him into his bathroom. It’s twice the size of your own bathroom, sleek and gray and matte white and you leave him in the middle of the room to go and turn the shower on. Yoongi watches you come back to him and start to lift his shirt off.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m undressing you so you can take a shower.”

“I’m not incapable, Y/N,” he says with a pout. “I can take care of myself.”

“Obviously,” you say. “That’s why Jimin sent me over and that’s why you look like you haven’t eaten or slept in days. Or bathed.”

Yoongi lets out a huff but pulls his shirt up over his head and lets it fall to the floor. You give him a satisfied nod and a quick peck on the cheek before making your way back out of the bathroom and into the living room to wait for him.

His shower is short and within ten minutes you’re pulling him by the hand out the front door, him grumbling and glaring at you from underneath his damp bangs. He squints and lets out a shriek when the two of you step out into the sunny afternoon, his hands going up to protect his sensitive eyes.

“Stop being such a baby,” you tease. “A little sunlight never hurt anyone.”

“Tell that to people with melanoma.”

With a sigh, you spin around, tugging your pouting boyfriend against you until his face is mere inches from yours. “What’s wrong?” you ask.

Yoongi furrows his brow. “I told you, I have a deadline in two days and this little outing is cutting into—”

“That’s not it,” you interrupt and bring a hand up to touch his cheek. “Something else is wrong.”

Your boyfriend pulls his bottom lip into his mouth, worrying it between his teeth as his eyes lock with yours. At last he releases his lip and looks away from you. “I’ve lost my inspiration,” he says. “I don’t know what happened but nothing’s turning out right. And no matter what I do, I can’t seem to get it back.” The way he says it makes it sound like a close friend has died and your heart begins to ache in your chest. “What if this is it, Y/N?” he asks as he meets your eyes again. “What if I never get it back? What if—”

“You’ll get it back, Yoongi,” you say. “Inspiration isn’t something that disappears. It’s like a fire. You just have to fuel it to keep it burning. Maybe it’s just a pile of coals now and you need to do something to spark it back to life.” Then you bring your other hand up and squish his cheeks together until his lips stick out. “And holing up in your studio all day trying to force it is not the way to bring it back.”

“So what do you suggest I do?” he asks, his words distorted by his squished face.

“Spend the day with me,” you say with a smile. “Let me inspire you.”

When you let go of his face, the corner of Yoongi’s mouth quirks upward into a sheepish grin. “And how do you plan on doing that?” he asks before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer.

“First,” you say, “with this.” And then you lean in, brushing your lips against his and eliciting a shaky sigh from his lungs. “And then a sunny, spring walk to the coffee shop,” you say, your eyes still closed, your mouths only separated by centimeters now.

“I’m feeling inspired already,” Yoongi says with a smile and leans in again.

I want to just give him a hug, tbh, and tell him to continue believing in himself. I’d tell him to keep his head up no matter the challenges he’ll face. I’d tell him not to change for anyone. I’d tell him that there’s so many people that love him, support him and look up to him for motivation/inspiration/comfort. I’d tell him that simply seeing him happy and healthy makes me the happiest I can be. I’d tell him how much he’s taught me throughout the years. And I’d tell him how much I love him and how much I wish I could give him all the happiness and positivity he deserves. - minstrivia

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No Place He’d Rather Be

Pairing: Daycare Teachers!Sope 

Genre: The Fluffiest of Fluff| Domestic Vibes

Word Count: 5.3k

Prompt: Chocolate Covered Faces

Rating: G

Summary:  Yoongi gets called to help out at Jin's daycare and the following is a small, fluffy oneshot of him realizing Hoseok's wonderful at childcare and that he's fallen head over heels for the man.

A/N: @apotatomashedbybts I’m so sorry it took me so long ; w ; this was changed and revised so many times but I hope the end result is still enjoyable. This was almost a Taekook easter bunny thing but i missed the window oops. Please enjoy and feedback is always welcome~

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Yoongi sighed as he nervously ran his hands down his pants leg. Today was his first day as a helper for a daycare owned by his close friend. He normally wasn’t much of a people person, and high-energy kids would surely take a lot out of him, but Jin, the owner and his friend, had all but begged him to help out for at least a month while he tried to find someone to fill in.

Worldwide Smiles was the product of all of Jin’s love and hard work, having invested all of his time and money to open a large daycare in Seoul that took in elementary school-aged kids. Jin had hired several close friends to take care of the kids with Namjoon and himself as the caretakers for the children from the fourth and fifth grade. Taehyung and Jimin for the first through third grades, while Jungkook and Hoseok had taken over the children in both pre-k and kindergarten.

Jungkook was going off to college, and since he had signed up for morning and afternoon classes, he wouldn’t be able to assist Hoseok anymore until he graduated.

That’s where Yoongi came in, as per Jin’s request. The older man had asked his long time friend to step in until he could find someone to permanently take up the position.

Yoongi stopped outside of the room with the sun painted on the door, lips pursed as he heard the chaos unfolding inside spilling out into the brightly colored hall. He inhaled deeply and twisted the door handle, taking a step inside.

Almost immediately, a hand shot out in front of his face and he flinched, letting out a startled scream.

“Sorry! Hey, I told you guys no throwing!”

With a hand over his heart from the shock, Yoongi took in his surroundings, seeing the children all scattered about the large room, some of them playing what looked like duck, duck, goose, and some of them playing with plastic food near a play kitchen area that was directly adjacent from the door. The hand in front of him retreated, revealing a plastic apple that had been lobbed through the air. Yoongi followed that hand to its owner, finding a warm, dimpled smile greeting him.

“Hey, Yoongs. Sorry about the chaos. It’s raining today so I had to reschedule today’s park trip, that means play time is indoors.” Hoseok explained, walking over to return the apple to the kitchen area. Some of the kids in the room had paused their ministrations, instead turning their attention to the lavender-haired man.

“Hobi-hyung! Hobi-Hyung!” One child tugged at Hoseok’s pant leg, pointing to Yoongi as he awkwardly shut the door behind him.

“Yes, Minhyuk?”

The child, Minhyuk, bounced on the balls of his feet, pointing more aggressively at Yoongi’s form.

“Who is that?”

Hoseok smiled, patting the child on his head before he raised his voice to get the attention of the other children who weren’t currently watching Yoongi with curious interest.

“Good question, Minhyuk. Kids! I have someone to introduce to you, huddle up!” Hoseok called, moving to the large circular carpet on the floor. Yoongi noticed it had a fantasy design instead of the usual ‘city with roads’ design.

Hoseok stood in the center, waiting for all of the wiggling children to follow suit. Once they had gathered for him, he wiped his hands off on the brightly colored apron secured around his waist and motioned to Yoongi.

“Everyone, this is Min Yoongi. He’s going to be filling in while Kookie is away at college, say hi!” Hoseok introduced the man cheerfully and Yoongi swallowed uncomfortably as he suddenly had several sets of eyes refocused on him. There was a beat of pause before he waved once.

“Ah...hello.”

The room exploded into chatter almost instantly, Yoongi was surrounded by nearly all of the children, with them shouting different questions and requests at him.

“Why is your hair purple, Mister Yoongi?”

“Where did you come from? Do you know Kookie? He’s my favorite!”

“Mister! Mister! I want some juice!”

“You look like a cat! Can I call you Mister Kitty?”

Yoongi’s eyes widened as he struggled to process the chaos around him. Hoseok chuckled lightly and clapped a few times to gain a bit more order.

“Alrighty now, kids. Let’s give Yoongi some space, alright? We can’t go overwhelming him on his first day, right? There’s 10 more minutes until nap time, how about we play a bit more while Yoongi gets settled in, hm?” He suggested, grinning as the kids eagerly dispersed.

Yoongi exhaled, smiling gratefully at Hoseok as the younger man handed him an apron.

“You may wanna put this on. It gets messy in here and you don’t want any stains on your first day, right?” He teased, clapping Yoongi on the back playfully as he motioned for him to follow him to the desk designated for them both.

Yoongi secured the light green apron around his waist, settling down in the extra chair beside Hoseok.

“I know you haven’t really taken care of children, but I’m sure you’ll get it in no time. The day usually starts with an hour and a half of teaching and helping them with homework, then we move on to the first snack time. It could be a little tricky since some of the younger ones like to play with food. After snack, we let them play. Kook and I would try to take them out to the park as much as possible, but obviously we have to keep them inside on cold and rainy days. After they’re all tired out, we put them down on the mats and blankets for nap time for an hour. Once that’s done, we get them up and let them eat a light snack one more time and usually that’s around the time their parents come to start picking them up.” Hoseok read of the days activities as per the planner on his desk, pointing to each activity and times. Yoongi scanned the schedule, nodding along as he listened.

Hoseok looked at their class with a fond look on his face.

“Some of them may open up to you a little slower than others, we do have a few kids that have a couple of special needs, but as long as you’re patient, everything will be alright. While they sleep, you can look at our full roster of kids. Obviously they respond much better if you famiralize yourself with them as opposed to calling them ‘kid’ or something, y’know? They may be kids, but they deserve some respect, too. A lot of people forget that, for some reason.”

Yoongi noticed the slight change in Hoseok’s tone and cleared his throat, gently elbowing his friend, now co-worker.

“You’re normally so spacey and out there, I didn’t expect this side of you, Hobi.” He teased. Hoseok blushed, running a hand through his hair.

“What can I say? Coming in to work and seeing these kids is my favorite part of the day.” Hoseok mused, gently pushing away from his desk to move to a small bluetooth speaker shaped like a blue and purple horse. He gently pressed the top of it’s head, and the kids perked as a tiny voice emitted from it.

‘Bluetooth mode, on! Hello! My name is Mang! Paired!’

“Alright everyone, Mang is on, so it’s time to get your blankets out of your cubbies while Yoongi and I get the futons, alright?” Hoseok spoke loud enough that everyone could hear as he pressed play on his phone, with the gentle sound of lo-fi music drifting into the room. Yoongi trailed after him, following him to the back closet where the futons were located, taking them out and settling them on different spots on the floor after they had pushed the tables aside.

“Okay Yoongs, we gotta tuck them in. Line up by me!” Hobi gently called to them and Yoongi watched as the children all waddled in line.

“Hi Lisa, I like your new blanket. The cats are cute!”

“Jooheon, you can sleep next to Changkyun again but remember not to chatter, it is nap time.”

“Hyuna, your mom brought your Pikachu plushie today.”

Yoongi stood back awkwardly, watching in amazement as one by one the children walked up to him, either giving him a hug, a high 5, or a kiss to his cheek (of which he returned with a kiss to their heads). In less than 10 minutes, the kids had all shuffled away to their futons, with Hoseok surveying all of them with a satisfied smile and nod before he motioned for Yoongi to follow him to the play area so they could clean up.

“I saw some videos on the internet of some schools in America having teachers use a little chart with their students so the kids can choose what kind of affection they recieve. Not everyone is comfortable with hugs or head kisses so I let them choose what they would prefer. We do this when they walk in, before bed, and before they get picked up by their parents. All of their parents enjoy this, too so it’s a win-win. Let’s clean up and I’ll show you all of their names.” He quickly explained, scooping up an armful of toys to gently dump into the toy box. Yoongi followed his lead, picking up several scattered toys and trying not to step on any of them.

Once they had straightened up everything, Yoongi sat down at the desk, opening the little photo album Hoseok and Jungkook had created for the class. Hoseok hummed along to the lo-fi music as he let Yoongi study, typing away at his own computer.

After about 15 minutes, Yoongi nodded, having confidence that he’d memorised all of the children by name and face.

“Didn’t it get overwhelming taking care of so many young kids?” He inquired, looking over Hoseok’s shoulder to find him typing out what looked like a permission slip for the kids so they could participate in a cooking activity. The younger man didn’t lift his eyes from the screen, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

“It does, I had no idea what I was doing at first but Kookie seemed to take the lead when we started, most of it is just keeping your cool and listening to the kids whenever they need something. Patience is the most important thing when caretaking. Show these kids you're willing to know them and things kind of fall into place later.” Hoseok responded quietly, and Yoongi could swear his heart stuttered for a moment.

He hadn't expected to see this calm, mature side of Hoseok, but it drew him in like a moth to light.

Well. That was unexpected.

Yoongi cleared his throat. He was here to help, not redevelop old crushes on his friend he thought he'd quelled years ago.

This shouldn't be too difficult.

-30 Minutes Later-

Okay, maybe he lied.

Yoongi grunted as Matthew climbed on his back, eagerly trying to play with the new aid as he tried to wake up other children.

“Mister Yoongi! Pick me up!”

“Matthew please, I'm trying to wake up Somin-”

“Move! I wanna play with Mister Kitty!”

Yoongi nearly toppled over as Bobby all but barreled into him. Below him, Somin cracked her eyes open, startling when she saw Bobby and Matthew pulling Yoongi every which way. Tears welled in her eyes and she burst into tears.

Instantly, both boys scattered and Yoongi frowned, kneeling down to her.

“H-hey, don’t cry Somin, it’s alright.” Yoongi gently soothed her, lifting part of his apron to offer to her to wipe her eyes. She sniffled, looking at him hesitantly before she took the fabric, bringing it up to her nose.

Yoongi watched in horror as she blew hard, the sound leaving her small nose nearly making him gag. Satisfied, she wiped her eyes on her sleeve and sent him a wide smile.

“Thank you, Mister Yoongi!” She cheered, bounding away to the table to join the other children. Yoongi looked down at his apron in clear disgust, slowly taking it off so he could discard it as soon as possible.

Hopefully Hoseok had some more on hand.

Yoongi noticed one more child still on the futons, clearly having no intention of getting up. She was small, her round cheeks cherub and slightly flushed as she followed Yoongi’s every movement. He walked over to her, kneeling down to her. He noticed the way her eyes narrowed at him, but he patiently smiled at her.

“Jennie, right? It’s time to eat snack, can you come over and join us?” he inquired. She pursed her lips, frowning in distaste.

“I want Kookie.”

Yoongi blinked in surprise, but tilted his head.

“I know it’s not fun to have your favorite teacher leave, but he’ll definitely come to visit. Maybe we can be friends, too?” He offered, holding his hand up patiently for a high 5. Jennie didn’t even spare his hand a glance, she snapped her head in the opposite direction, hugging her pink rabbit close to her.

“No! You’re a doo-doo head! I want Kookie!”

Yoongi sat there dumbfounded as the girl bounced up to her feet, rushing past him to sit at the table. Hoseok looked up from the fridge, frowning at her as soon as she sat down.

“Jennie! That’s not nice at all! You owe Yoongi an apology.” He told her firmly as he walked over to the table with one of the two containers containing the snacks for all of the kids. Jennie frowned, hiding her face in her rabbit.

“Jennie is only upset because she had a crush on Mister Kookie.” Hyungwon hummed, grabbing his sippy cup and avoiding Jennie’s sharp glare with a sassy head turn. Jennie went red in the face, slapping the table.

“I do not! He’s just not fun like Kookie-Oppa and his face is stupid!” She huffed as soon as Yoongi got close enough to the table. The other kids gasped and Yoongi blinked in annoyance. What was this girl’s problem? It wasn’t his fault Jungkook had to take college classes.

Before he could open his mouth, Hoseok swooped in, kneeling down to her level with a calm, yet stern expression on his face. Jennie frowned, shying away from her teacher’s clear disapproval.

“Jennie, I’m disappointed in you. Kookie and I always told you guys to be nice and polite to everyone. I know you’re sensitive to change, but Kookie has to do what’s important for himself and Yoongi volunteered to help out on such a short notice. You’re being very mean to him. You won’t get any cupcakes or cookies after dessert today, and please apologize to Yoongi.” Hoseok firmly told her. Tears welled up in her eyes, but they never fell as she snapped her gaze over to Yoongi, who had started passing out small premade sandwiches to each child.

“‘M’sorry.” she muttered, squeezing the paw of her plushie repeatedly. Yoongi nodded, bowing slightly. He couldn’t help but to feel bad for the girl. He and Jungkook had vastly different personalities and he was certainly no replacement for the high energy man.

“It’s okay, Jennie. I hope we’ll be friends soon.” was all he said in response. She only bit into her sandwich angrily, sniffing to herself.

As the kids finished eating and Jennie moved to the television to separate herself from the others (and their cupcakes and cookies for dessert), Yoongi joined her, sitting a few feet away. While Hoseok wasn’t looking, he grabbed a chocolate chip cookie, gently presenting it to the girl as a peace offering.

Jennie looked at the cookie in surprise before looking back at Yoongi, hesitantly taking it. She bowed her head slightly.

“....thank you.” she mumbled, eating the cookie quickly.

It was a start.

-1 Week Later-

“Okay everyone, we’re going to be cooking today. Split up between me and Yoongi so we can put your aprons on!” Hoseok ordered lightly, bringing up a little box with aprons in all colors for them. Yoongi smiled as he sat in one of the tiny chairs, beckoning some of the kids over to his line.

Kihyun all but bounded into the line first, having been the first child to take a liking to Yoongi when he came. Behind him, Hyunwoo, Jinhwan, Sunmi, Lisa, and in the back, even Jennie joined the line.

One by one Yoongi helped each child into their desired apron, rewarding them for sitting still with a high 5 or a hug. Hesitantly, Jennie shuffled over to him, not meeting his eyes.

“Can I have the red one?” there was a pause. “Please?” She added, still not meeting his gaze. Yoongi smiled softly and nodded, opening the pack with the red apron and gently draping it over her neck, securing the strings in the back. Jennie swished the apron around before she nodded once, leaning up to hug Yoongi for a brief second before she quickly hurried away.

Yoongi perked, a small bloom of joy filling his body. He turned to see if Hoseok had saw that Jennie was finally opening up to him and froze in place, transfixed on the scene before him.

Hoseok was kneeling by the first table of children, between Jisoo and Minhyuk, a small, calm smile on his face as he showed the children how to mix the batter while also telling them the desserts they’d be making today. The gentle tone in his voice, the way all the children obediently and happily listened to Hoseok’s instructions, all of it made a sudden, startling thought come to Yoongi’s mind.

Hoseok would make a wonderful father and husband.

Yoongi could swear he let out the most unattractive sound, instead pivoting on his heels to dart to the other table, seeing if any of his kids needed any help.

“Mister Kitty! I’m gonna make you into a kitty cupcake!” Lisa cheered, as she mixed the colors in the icing. From the looks of it, it seemed like she was going with a cupcake that would resemble Hello Kitty. Yoongi-though he hated the name at first, had come to enjoy the nickname the kids had given him. He sent Lisa a smile and gave her head a little pat.

“It looks great, Lisa. Do you want me to bring over some glitter sprinkles?” He inquired, chuckling when he saw how excited she and the other children at the table got. As he moved to grab the sprinkles and the other toppings for the finished treats, he looked towards the end of the table, watching curiously as Jennie started lining up some chocolate chips on the oddly shaped cookie she had placed on the pan in front of her.

Yoongi smiled and left to grab the rest of the toppings.

-30 Minutes Later-

He had chocolate cupcake batter on his nose and cheeks. Glitter sprinkles twinkled in his hair and honestly, Yoongi couldn’t think of anywhere in the world he’d rather be than right here in this daycare with Hobi and this class.

The kids had all finished their work (after the two adults had to rush around to prevent Chanwoo and Changkyun from starting a food fight with everyone) and lined up by the sink,with Yoongi helping them wash off their hands and faces one by one while Hoseok stood ready to dry them off.

Yoongi felt a tug on his shirt as he got towards the end of the line and after looking behind him, he found a shy Jennie holding her extra cookie out to him.

At first glance, it didn’t look much more than a brown circle with slightly overdone arms and legs and a toothy smile on its face, but Jennie shuffled and spoke up..

Yoongi smiled at the dessert in his hand.

“Good job, Jennie. It looks great-”

“He’s a cookie. His name is Shooky. I made him for you...because you’re always so nice to me and you always give me cookies and cupcakes...even when I’m not nice.” She muttered, looking from the ground to Yoongi several times. The man blinked, feeling touched.

Jennie, having said her peace, ran off to get ready for nap time, leaving Yoongi stunned. There was a small laugh from beside him and he looked up, seeing Hoseok looking at him with a hand on his hip and a dimpled smile on his face. Yoongi couldn’t help but to notice the chocolate high on Hobi’s cheekbone.

“I knew my cookie and cupcake counts were off on days Jennie was supposed to be on timeout. You keep rewarding the kids when they’re supposed to think about why they’re in timeout and they’ll get spoiled, hyung.” He playfully scolded him, though his tone and demeanor told Yoongi he probably knew full well what he was doing.

Yoongi stood up, trying to casally evade giving Hoseok a proper response in lieu of using the moist towel in his hand to wipe Hoseok’s cheek, probably standing a closer than necessary. Hoseok held his gaze as he did so, making the simple gesture far more intimate than Yoongi had intended. The older caretaker swallowed thickly unable to tear his eyes away from Hoseok’s calm, half lidded gaze.

“When work is out, we should hang out. ” he whispered suddenly as he leaned down to Yoongi’s ear before motioning for him to follow him so they could put the kids down for nap time.

If Hoseok noticed Yoongi trip over his own feet when he went to follow, he didn’t say a word.

-Later-

Yoongi curled up between Hoseok and Namjoon on Jin’s couch as the men waited for the oldest man to return with popcorn. Jungkook was seated on the floor, balancing a pencil on his nose as he bounced his leg, scanning the homework he was supposed to do over the weekend. Jimin had his head on the love seat’s arm, one of his hands dangling down to run through Jungkook’s hair while Tae idly rubbed the smaller man’s calves as they lay draped across his lap.

Yoongi honestly missed just hanging with his friends like this.

Though, he had begun to notice the way his heart fluttered when Hoseok smiled around him and how he woke up with an extra bounce in his step on days he knew he had work. Unconsciously, he pressed closer to Hoseok and the man noticed the subtle move. Hobi wrapped an arm around his shoulder, pulling him almost flush to his side.

“You looked cold, hyung.”

Yoongi really wondered what were the chances of this couch swallowing whole as Jin plopped down on the other side of Namjoon, starting the dvd movie they were waiting to see together. Hobi rested the top of his head on Yoongi’s, his thumb idly rubbing circles on Yoongi’s arm that made butterflies flutter in the older man’s stomach. Yoongi tried to suppress the flush in his cheeks in lieu of paying attention as the opening credits played.

“So, I’ve got some exciting news! Someone’s inquiring about the caretaker position! Yoongs, you’ll be able to step down soon-”

“No!/Why?!”

Jin and Namjoon jolted as both Yoongi and Hoseok shot uprite in protest. Even Jungkook startled, dropping his book while Jimin and Taehyung observed the two with raised brows.

“Aigoo, you scared the shit out of me! What’s wrong? I thought you told me you were only helping out until I found someone to stay permanently?” Jin inquired, tilting his head. Yoongi shuffled in his seat and Hoseok worried his lip between his teeth, taking the man’s hesitance as a bad sign.

“Y-Yoongs is a great help though! And it’s not good for the kids if we keep switching teachers!” He started, using his hands animatedly as he spoke. Yoongi sat up straighter, nodding.

“Yeah. I actually don’t mind, and I’ve gotten used to the kids. Uh...I guess what I mean is, maybe I can have the permanent position? I-If that’s okay?” Yoongi mumbled. Jin looked between the two of them for a moment before he grinned, sticking his hand in the bowl of popcorn.

“Well, if you’re so passionate about working with Hobi, I couldn’t bear to split you guys apart.” He cooed in a teasing manner. Yoongi sent him a half hearted glare while Hobi only let out a small sigh in relief, putting his arm back over his hyung’s shoulder.

He pulled Yoongi a little closer to him unknowingly, but the older man only curled into his touch.

-Next Day-

Yoongi grunted as he stood on his tip toes, reaching for a box of construction paper for the day’s painting project for the kids. It was still early, so no one had arrived yet, which gave the men enough time to set up the tables before the small, adorable chaos poured in.

There was a shuffle above him as Hoseok placed his chin on his shoulder, effectively crowding against Yoongi. The older caretaker blushed, turning his head a fraction and regretting it when he noticed how close he and Hoseok’s faces were from the move.

“I’m happy I get to work with you, hyung.” he mused, his voice holding that tender tone that Yoongi had come to fall in love with all over again. The smaller man hadn’t noticed, instead fixing his gaze on Hoseok’s upturned lips.

This was a dangerous situation.

Hoseok noticed the staring and hummed, angling his head down until their noses were brushing against one another, making Yoongi’s gaze flick up to meet his. Apparently he didn’t mind the proximity, and Hoseok took that as a sign for what it was.

Yoongi craned his head up, pressing his lips against Hoseok’s cheek for the briefest of moments before he playfully put a hand on his chest, pushing him away lightly as he took a step back.

“I enjoy working with you too, Hobi. You’ll make a wonderful father one day.” He mused, cringing when he realized he had added that last part. Hoseok blinked in surprise, his brows going up in surprise at the sudden compliment.

“Yoongs-”

“The kids are gonna arrive soon. We’ll save this for later, alright?” Yoongi muttered quickly, ducking his face to hide his embarrassment. Hoseok put a hand on his hips, a crooked smile coming to his face.

“I’ll hold you to that, hyung.”

-Epilogue, 4 Years Later-

Yoongi grunted when he felt a tug on his comforter, lifting his head and blinking a few times to gather his bearings. There was a small form standing at the edge of his bead and after rubbing his eyes, Yoongi couldn’t help the smile that came to his face once the figure became clear.

“Appa, we have to brush our teeth or we won’t be able to eat pancakes. Appa Hobi is making them with chocolate chips!”

Yoongi nodded in understanding, already smelling the sweet scent of chocolate filling the house.

Rolling out of bed, he smiled down at the child waiting for him.

He and Hoseok had been together for four years now. They started dating not too long after Yoongi had accepted the full-time position at Jin’s daycare beside Hoseok. Three years later, the two had settled down and decided to create a family of their own, adopting their son shortly after being married overseas.

“Appa, pick me up please?”

Yoongi reached down without hesitation, picking his son Yeonjun up, balancing him on his hip like he had done countless times before. If you had asked Yoongi years ago if he believed would be in his early 30s, married to one of his best friends in the whole world with an adopted child of their own, he would’ve laughed in your face.

Now, he couldn’t imagine his days being anything else.

Yeonjun wrapped his arms around his father’s neck, tucking his face into his shoulder as Yoongi walked the two of them to the bathroom, grabbing the small Anpan rag to wash his son’s face to get him more alert and awake.

With that done, he assisted the child with putting toothpaste on his brush, mirroring him as they both lazily and diligently brushed their teeth, both of them sleepy with half-lidded eyes. Yoongi gently brushed down the wayward strands of hair both of them had acquired from sleeping and turned the faucet off, sending Yeonjun a small smile, giving him a small bunny kiss.

“Let’s go get breakfast.” He cooed, tightening his grip as Yeonjun wiggled about excitedly.

Together, the two of them walked out of the bathroom, inhaling the smell of various breakfast foods deeply.

There was a dual sound of stomachs rumbling.

Both of them exchanged a look before laughing heartily. Yoongi set Yeonjun down, watching as the toddler ran full speed into the kitchen, hugging Hoseok’s leg.

“Appa!” He cheered, trying to jump up to see what Hoseok was arranging on the plate. Hobi smiled wide, picking the toddler up and planting a small kiss on his forehead.

“You finally got up? Are you ready for Appa Hobi’s delicious pancakes?” He grinned, motioning to the stack of pancakes. Yeonjun’s eyes lit up when he saw the large, fluffy Japanese pancakes on the plates on the counter. He bounced and wiggled eagerly, reaching for the syrup bottle on the counter.

“I wanna put the syrup on! Appa, lemme put the syrup on!” Yeonjun cheered, plucking at the cap on the syrup bottle.

Yoongi smiled, rounding around to the other side of Hoseok to kiss his husband’s cheek.

“You made pancakes, Japanese ones, too. Is something special going on?” He inquired. Hoseok beamed, moving to set Yeonjun down in the only chair at the table with cushions in the seat. The toddler wiggled, hugging the bottle of syrup as Hoseok and Yoongi both set the plates of breakfast foods at the table. Once the plates were made and they were seated, the younger man spoke.

“It’s the anniversary of the day you started working at Worldwide Smiles. I wanted to celebrate!” He beamed proudly, gently lifting a fluffy piece of pancake into his mouth. Yoongi paused mid-bite, blinking in surprise as he saw the genuine, pure joy on his husband’s face.

“You remembered that? I didn’t even remember which day was my first day. Why do you just know that?” He squinted, pointing his fork at Hoseok. Hobi propped his cheek in his hand, a soft, sentimental smile on his face.

“Seeing you on your first day helping out and seeing how much you were willing to step out of your comfort zone to bond with the kids was really eye-opening to me. Suddenly my best friend was in a different light and even though you definitely looked like you were going through it the first month or two, I couldn’t help but to think ‘Yoongi would make a great father.’ I knew this was destiny when you said the same thing to me after taking the full position.” He mused.

The fact that the same words that had swirled through Yoongi’s head time and time again had also popped up in Hoseok’s had made the smaller man blush, hiding his face shyly.

“Ooooo, Appa Yoongi is blushiiiing!” Yeonjun chimed, swinging his feet as he danced in his chair. Yoongi blew a raspberry, but otherwise let the child tease him, glancing back at Hoseok after a moment had passed.

He hadn’t expected this when Jin had asked for his help all those years ago, but sometimes all it takes is one, tiny action, that can lead to a brand new chapter in life.

As they cleaned up half an hour later, with Yoongi washing the dishes and Hoseok cleaning chocolate off of Yeonjun’s hands and cheeks from the chocolate chips in the pancakes, there wasn’t a single place in the world that Yoongi would rather be.

#fie writes #kwritersworldnet #kwspringexchange #bangtanarmynet #min yoongi #jung hoseok #sope #bts #bts fanfic #sope fanfic #sope oneshot #sope fluff #daycare au #daycare teachers! sope au #Hoseok would make a wonderful father tbh #member x member #yoongi fanfic #hoseok fanfic #sorry this took so long..I've been trying to get back into the swing of things after all the bs from the past few months #please don't be too mad #feedback is welcome

[binary5tar]

Sleep Morning

AO3

Word Count: 2122

Tags/Warnings: Taehyung/Jungkook, Top Jungkook, Bottom Taehyung, Smut, PWP

A/N: This was written for the @kwritersworld fic exchange for the wonderful, talented @softjeon. The prompt was “euphoria”, I hope I did it justice!

Summary: Sleepy morning cuddles turn into more.

His alarm went off for the third time that morning and Taehyung swiped the snooze. He cuddled close to his pillow and burrowed further into the blanket wishing he could go back to sleep. He sighed and kicked the covers off pulling himself out of bed. Padding his way quietly to Jungkook’s room, Taehyung was surprised it seemed like no one else was awake yet.

He didn’t bother knocking and opened the door to find Jungkook still sound asleep in bed. His mouth was hanging open and drool darkened a spot on his pillow. Taehyung smiled at the sight, a warmth spreading through him. He hadn’t thought anyone would ever make him feel this way, this happy, this in love. He didn’t think anyone else ever would.

He meant to wake Jungkook up to get ready for their schedule, instead he crawled under Jungkook’s blankets and snuggled against his boyfriend’s warm sleeping form, tucking his head against Jungkook’s back and wrapping an arm around his waist.

Jungkook groaned and rolled over. He pulled Taehyung closer and kissed the top of his head. “G’morning, babe,” he mumbled. “W-why are you waking me up?”

“We have to be at that thing.” Taehyung kissed the spot of skin between Jungkook’s collar bones peaking out of the loose neck of his t-shirt.

Jungkook ran his fingers through Taehyung’s hair. Taehyung hummed in contentment.

“That’s tomorrow,” Jungkook whispered, his voice still rough.

Taehyung’s eyes snapped open. “What? What day is it?” He looked up at Jungkook with wide eyes.

“Wednesday. That meeting is on Thursday.” Jungkook kissed to top of Taehyung’s head again and rolled on to his back.

Taehyung sat up on his elbow. “What? Really?” He scrunched his eyebrows thinking. “I get so mixed up with all the traveling.”

“I know.” Jungkook stretched and sighed.

Taehyung’s face fell. He leaned over to rest his forehead against Jungkook’s chest. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I woke you up for nothing. You should get more sleep.”

Jungkook nodded sleepily. Taehyung tried to get up to leave but Jungkook wrapped an arm around his waist.

“Mmm mmm. Don't go.” Jungkook pulled Taehyung back against his chest and nuzzled his neck. “Stay.”

Taehyung laughed. “You’ll sleep better if I’m not here.”

Jungkook ground his hips against Taehyung’s ass and Taehyung could feel his erection. “Who said we were gonna sleep?” Jungkook mumbled, lips still pressed to Taehyung’s skin. He inhaled and sighed. “I love the way you smell.”

Taehyung laughed. “You need more sleep.”

“Mmm mmm,” Jungkook grunted in disagreement again. He kissed Taehyung’s neck and across his shoulder. “Need you. Sleep after.”

Taehyung tilted his head to give Jungkook better access and sighed in pleasure. He pushed his ass back, shifting his hips so that Jungkook’s length lined up between his cheeks. “Okay, sleep later.” His own cock was thickening between his legs.

Jungkook’s fingers wandered under Taehyung’s shirt, skimming over his hip and stomach, sliding up to brush over his nipples. Taehyung panted and bit his lip, bucking his hips in rhythm with Jungkook’s insistent movements. His hand slid down Taehyung’s side pulling down his shorts, fingers digging into his cheek and brushing against his hole making Taehyung gasp.

“Mmm, one sec,” Jungkook pulled away. Taehyung whined at the absence but followed suit when Jungkook pulled his shirt over his head. Jungkook shifted, pulling Taehyung onto his back and climbing between his legs. Their cocks brushed against each other, sending shots of arousal down his spine..

“I want to be able to see you,” Jungkook whispered and leaned down to kiss Taehyung, tongue flicking out to pull Taehyung's lip into a bite. “You’re so beautiful.” He caught Taehyung’s eyes and stuck two fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and between them and then pressing them against Taehyung’s entrance.

Taehyung’s mouth dropped open as pleasure spiked through his system, his cock dribbling pre come onto his stomach. Jungkook nibbled again at Taehyung’s neck and collar bones. “So beautiful,” he murmured. Taehyung couldn’t manage a response beyond a gasp.

Jungkook paused long enough to grab the lube from the night stand and slick his fingers for real. He pressed two fingers in to the second knuckle, moving them in a circle as he pumped them, sliding a little deeper each time.

Taehyung moaned, looking for anything to grab to ground the feeling building in his body.

Taehyung bit his lip. “Kiss me, please.”

Jungkook obliged, leaving a trail of pecks and kitten licks from Taehyung’s neck to his lips. Taehyung clutched at the hair at the back of Jungkook’s neck when their lips finally met in a tangle of tongues.

“I want you inside me so bad,” Taehyung mumbled. He gasped for air between kisses, three of Jungkook’s fingers inside him now. “I’m ready.”

Jungkook angled his fingers and Taehyung’s legs twitched. “I love how sexy you look like this. And I just want to be sure you feel good.”

Taehyung would have thought he was only being considerate if he couldn’t also feel the smirk against his skin. “Just fuck me.” Taehyung let out a loud moan when Jungkook hit that bundle of nerves just right. “Fuck, Please.”

Jungkook’s smirk only broadened. “I love to hear you like this. How long do you think I could do that,” he brushed against Taehyung’s prostate again, “before you’re really begging?”

Taehyung bit his lip. They’d played like this before, seeing who could hold out longer, trying to get the other to ask for more. Jungkook always won, but Taehyung did his best not to make it easy for him. Taehyung slid his hands down Jungkook’s side and over his toned stomach to grip his cock. “You want me as much as I want you,” Taehyung taunted.

It was Jungkook’s turn to gasp and shudder. He pulled his fingers out and grabbed Taehyung’s hand, bringing it up to pin it to the bed beside Taehyung’s head.

Taehyung whined at the absence till he felt Jungkook’s cock prodding at his slicked hole. He threw his head back moaning when Jungkook finally slid inside him with a groan.

“So tight still.” Taehyung could hear the slight worry in Jungkook’s voice.

“Feels good,” Taehyung murmured, lip between his teeth to muffle the sounds. “So good.”

Jungkook pumped his hips torturously slow. “Good enough to beg for more?”

Taehyung whimpered, the words on the tip of his tongue. He swallowed them down. Instead he ran his hands along Jungkook’s side, up his abs and over his nipples continuing to his shoulders and down his arms before reversing. He could feel the goosebumps he raised on the way back. Jungkook shuddered, hips stuttering.

“You always make me feel so good.” Taehyung pulled Jungkook down for a kiss.

Jungkook returned it, hips grinding against Taehyung’s ass on every thrust. Taehyung bucked up to meet him, gasping between kisses.

“Fuck, I love the way you feel,” Jungkook rasped.

Taehyung thought he had the upper hand when Jungkook picked up the pace, slamming into him a little harder.

“You like that?” Jungkook asked.

“Yes, fuck. Yes.” Taehyung panted between muffled moans.

“Want me to make you come?” Jungkook taunted.

Taehyung groaned, realizing he was wrong about winning. He knew what he would have to do to get Jungkook to make him come. Or he could try to do it himself and see if he could get Jungkook to come in the process. He reached between them to fist his cock, clenching his ass and giving a few firm strokes.

Jungkook’s hands caught his and pinned them to the sides of his head.

“That’s cheating,” he scolded, grinning when Taehyung whined again. “I love that sound.”

“But-” he cut himself off.

“But what, babe? What do you need?” Jungkook gave a particularly hard thrust.

Taehyung’s eyes rolled back in his head, a blob of precome joining the puddle on his stomach. Jungkook gave a few more hard thrusts.

Taehyung moaned, loud, not caring anymore.

“Come on, beg for it. You know you want to,” Jungkook whispered against Taehyung’s ear.

Taehyung whimpered, trying to fight the urge to give Jungkook what he wanted. He could tell Jungkook was close too. Another hard thrust and Taehyung’s resolve disappeared.

“Fuck, please, please. I want to come. I want you to make me come. Come inside me. Please.”

Once Taehyung caved, Jungkook’s pounded into him harder, hitting that sweet spot over and over until Taehyung thought he might pass out before he came.

“Come for me Taehyung,” Jungkook moaned. “I love watching you come. Please.” It was enough. His whole body tensed and a white light blinded him. Jungkook’s own erratic thrusts pushing him further into oblivion until it all stopped.

Taehyung came back slowly. His fingers and toes tingled and his whole body felt heavy and relaxed. Jungkook rolled to the side. Taehyung grunted as his cock slipped free, leaving him feeling empty but satisfied. Jungkook kept a leg thrown over Taehyung’s legs and snuggled against his side.

“Best. Wake up. Ever.” Jungkook punctuated his words with a kiss to Taehyung’s shoulder, neck and lips.

Taehyung kissed him back and giggled. “More sleep now?”

“Mmmhmm.”

Taehyung wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s shoulder, pulling him close. They were messy and he should probably clean up but neither of them cared right now.

He was almost asleep when he felt Jungkook shift. Taehyung blinked up blearily as Jungkook leaned over him. His expression more intense than he’d expected.

“I love you.”

Taehyung’s heart jumped to his throat. They’d been dating for awhile and fooling around for even longer but they’d never said those words. Not like this. They’d said it like they do to all the members. But here in this moment of sleepy post coital bliss, it meant something different and they both knew it.

Taehyung reached up the touch Jungkook’s face. “I love you too.”

Jungkook smiled wide, his relief plain. He leaned down to kiss Taehyung though it didn’t work very well since neither of them could stop smiling. Jungkook pulled away to tuck his head against Taehyung’s shoulder.

“Ah good. I was so nervous I would ruin everything. But you make me so happy I had to tell you.” He kissed Taehyung shoulder. “I love you. I love everything about you. Being with you makes me so happy I could burst.”

“Almost euphoric?” Taehyung teased.

Jungkook bit him.

“Ow!” They both laughed.

“I think of you sometimes when I sing that song though.” He glanced up and then quickly away when he met Taehyung’s eyes. “It’s a little too sad to be perfect. I’ve been criticized for not having enough emotion when I sing and thinking of you helps.”

Taehyung was overwhelmed by Jungkook’s unexpected admission. Tears picked his eyes and his throat closed, not that he could think of anything to say anyway.

Jungkook looked up again after a pause. “Are you crying?” he asked incredulously.

“No,” Taehyung’s voice cracked giving him away. “I just-”

“Why are you crying? If you cry, I’ll cry and then we’ll have puffy faces all day.” Jungkook sat up enough to brush a tear from Taehyung’s cheek.

Taehyung swallowed. “It’s just, you make me so happy too. I love you so much.”

Jungkook positioned himself over Taehyung. “I love you too so don’t cry. We’re supposed to be happy.” He kissed both of Taehyung’s cheeks then stared down at him, love practically pouring from those big doe eyes.

Taehyung pulled him down for a sloppy open mouthed kiss that got heated faster than expected. “I want you inside me,” Taehyung mumbled against Jungkook’s lips.

“I know, me too.” Jungkook was already lining his half hard cock up against Taehyung’s hole.

There was a loud knock against the door. “Jungkook are you up?” Jin called through the door. “We have that thing today!”

“I thought it was Thursday,” Taehyung shouted back.

“Taehyung?” Jin’s confused voice carried through the door. “Whatever, saves me a trip down the hall,” they heard him mutter. “Today is Thursday! Hurry up, you guys are the only ones still in bed.”

“I knew it was today!” Taehyung slapped Jungkook’s chest.

“You thought it was Wednesday!”

“No I thought it was today. I just also thought today was Wednesday.” Taehyung pushed Jungkook off him and climbed out of bed. “I need a shower before we go.” He searched around for his boxers to put on before he headed to the bathroom. Jungkook sat on the bed pouting.

“Come on, hurry up. We can probably manage a quickie in the bathroom since I won’t need prep.” Taehyung grinned and bit his lip.

Jungkook hoped out of bed and grabbed Taehyung around the waist, kissing him. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

#kwritersworldnet #kwspringexchange #bangtanarmynet #taekook #vkook #smut #pwp #member x member #taehyung x jungkook #top jungkook #bottom taehyung #tash's crappy writing

[restlessmaknae]

tears & raindrops mingle

In which you bump into the CEO of a nearby bar when you are just as heart-broken as him, and it doesn’t seem to go well at first.

♦ Pairing: bar CEO!Yunhyeong x jewellery shop CEO!reader/you

♦ Genre: fluff, light angst

♦ Words: 4.1k

♦ Warning: mentions of cheating (on other characters’ parts)

♦  Dedicated to: @flora-jimin​ for the Spring Fic Exchange based on the spring rain prompt! I really hope you enjoy my story as I’ve really enjoyed writing it! 💖

Song Yunhyeong had the most horrifying day ever. It wasn't enough that he got to know that the girl who had been his girlfriend for 3 years and to whom he had proposed a month ago was with him only for his money. He even eavesdropped that she was planning to hijack the success of his business using his weakness (aka her) against him. She knew that he would do as much for her as he could do within his power, but he would have never thought that she would want to ruin the image of his bar by a scandal. She said that she would gladly be found humping with another man in Yunhyeong's office, caught by a gossip magazine's journalist who was hungry for any juicy details in the CEO's life.

The young man couldn't believe his ears. Where did it go wrong? Was she a traitor from the beginning? How could he not see it? It's true that Yuri and him had almost the same opinion of everything and had almost the same preferences but was it all for just to seduce him? Was it all fun for her? While he knew from the beginning that Yuri was nowhere near as rich as him, it never bothered him. He didn't have a say in which family he was born into and she didn't have a say in it either. So why? Why did she do it? Was she really that heartless? Was Yunhyeong that terrible at reading people?

He was raging, feeling like a volcano that could erupt anytime soon, as he walked down the corridor from his office to the security guards and IT guys' office, bursting in without knocking on the door first. Everyone assumed that he was in a bad mood if he wasn't being dead polite.

"Do not let Kang Yuri into the bar ever again! Not today. Not tomorrow. Never!" He yelled frantically, and his fervent reaction was enough for the guys to shut their mouths and don’t ask about the reason behind his command. He shot another glance at them before he turned on his heels and shut the door behind him, listening to the echoes while he walked down the corridor.

He pushed the emergency exit door with all his power as he stepped into the chilly midnight air. The moment he stood outside, he was showered by rain, but he didn't mind. He didn't mind that his expensive suit was about to get totally drenched, he didn't mind that he would look like a fool who got caught in the sudden downpour that was so common in spring. He didn't mind. He was used, he was betrayed, he was being played. He couldn't care anymore. He wasn't going to go home anyway; he needed some time to himself to decide on the least problematic and most peaceful way to end whatever was going on between him and Yuri. Even if she didn't deserve it.

While he was just standing there in the rain, inwardly enjoying being hit by the merciless raindrops, you bumped into him and murmured a quiet apology. No matter how gentle he usually was, he couldn't take it today.

"I don't think I've heard what you said," he blurted out coldly, the air becoming even chillier around him. The equally soaked you was about to walk away, then suddenly turned around to face him. You were examining him, eyebrows furrowed in question, looking all businessy in your black women's suits, stylish high heels and designer bag. You wore an expensive necklace that stuck to you like second skin due to the raindrops claiming their place on your exposed neck.

Yunhyeong had no idea if you were always this stern, fierce flames dancing in your eyes, or it was the situation that made you uncharacteristically frustrated.

"I've said I'm sorry," you repeated again, lips in a firm line. "There must be something wrong with your hearing." You fixed the bag on your shoulder as you shot him a glare and was about to turn around again if Yunhyeong's words wouldn't have stopped you.

"Are you really trying to play this game?"

"I wasn't the one who started this," you stated matter-of-factly, the dancing flames in your eyes starting a more fervent routine than before. You seemed unfazed by the rain that was pouring onto you, not caring about the condition of you expensive dress. Funny how you seemed all tight and rich (and annoying), yet you let your designer bag get soaked in the rain. Not to mention your perfectly braided hair.

"You bumped into me," he pointed out as he took a step closer to you. He didn't seem to intimidate you though. Maybe it's because you were as tall as him with your high heels, or maybe you had just enough pride in you not to be swayed by a man like him.

"That was accidental. Haven't you heard about accidents?" You got back at him immediately and took a step closer to him, so that you would be even closer to him, your faces only an inch away. Yunhyeong could hear the erratic beating of your heart and wondered if he had played a role in its state.

"Oh yes, I did. I certainly did." He nodded nonchalantly, bitterness scratching his throat. "I've accidentally eavesdropped a conversation today that made me realize that my fiancée's with me only for my money. You can tell that I don't like accidents," he confessed straightforwardly, not caring if you knew who he was or if you would pass on the news. He didn't care. After all, his fiancée has wanted to do something similar to him.

"Today, I've accidentally walked in on my best friend having sex with my boyfriend of four years whom I've thought would marry me soon. And if that's not enough, they did it in our apartman, on my birthday, before I was supposed to go out for dinner with him. So you can tell that I don't like accidents either," you told him without a blink of an eye, without being ashamed of the past events. It's not like Yunhyeong thought that you should be ashamed. After all, it wasn't you who had cheated on your boyfriend.

On the other hand, the fact that you got to know about it today and you seemed so composed surprised him. A lot. On top of that, he was convinced that boyfriend of yours must have been either completely dumb or just another chaebol who didn't care how much money he lost by such a scandal. If it was ever going to surface.

"You look like you need a drink," Yunhyeong said quite emotionlessly, even though his grudge against you wasn't so powerful anymore. He began to understand you a bit more.

"Oh yes, I do." You nodded, half-laughing and half-snorting.

"I'll buy you a drink."

It was a mere offer on his part. If anything, it was a kind one. He knew you both had your own hardships to deal with, so he assumed that a drink or two may come in handy for you. On the other hand, you didn't take his side.

"I don't need your pity."

"If not for your douchebag boyfriend, then for your birthday. I'm the CEO of Full Moon, and I would need a drinking buddy anyway. You can join or you can go home drinking alone." He shrugged, his vision getting blurry because of the raindrops that got into his eyes. The rain didn't bother him though, it felt like as if it was going to wash away all the events from the day, all the bad that had happened. Even though he knew a mere spring downpour couldn't solve his problems, at least it wasn't sunny to make him feel even worse.

You weren’t bothered either. You were standing fierce and tall, clothes getting soaked and hair looking like a lost girl’s.

"I'm not going home," you blurted out after a few seconds of complete silence, except the sound of rain.

"Exactly." Yunhyeong bobbed his head agreeingly, and waited a bit before he headed back to his own bar. He wasn't surprised when you followed him, it wasn't that hard to imagine after seeing the flames in your eyes that became more powerful when you declared that you wouldn't want to go home. Considering that you had mentioned having a shared apartment with your boyfriend, he could understand why you didn't want to go home.

So you did. You followed him into his bar, taking a seat on the black leather seat beside him, elbows resting on the cold surface of the wooden counter. You enjoyed the slight jazz music that was playing from the speakers, the dim light that illuminated only what was needed to be illuminated and the rest was left in mysterious darkness, the chic yet somewhat fitting design of the whole place, black and burgundy being the dominant colours. There were only a few people at this hour, but considering that Yunhyeong had introduced himself as the CEO of the bar, you weren’t afraid that you would find yourself outside the place because of closing hours.

He ordered himself a drink and so did you. You seriously needed something strong, hoping that the euphoria that the alcohol would bring would be enough to erase the picture of your best friend getting down on your boyfriend, or at least to help to ease the pain. Anything but to face the consequences.

"So did it happen to you today, too? Getting to know about your fiancée's true intentions?" You couldn’t help but ask since the young man himself seemed so easily annoyed by a simple act of carelessness on your part. He must have gotten to know about it lately or he must not have been over it yet.

"Yes." He nodded, an aghast sigh escaping his lips. "I wish it didn’t happen today though. I should have known about it before. I wouldn’t have proposed to her then," he explained, eyes staring far ahead, breathing more erratic than it should have been. You looked at this heartbroken young man and wondered if he was really that blind to not see the signs or his fiancée was that good of an actress. After all, you couldn’t see things coming your way either. Maybe you were both too lost in your own feelings that you didn’t catch up to what was going on around you. Maybe you both just wanted to be loved and feel loved.

"It’s still better that you got to know about it now than if it happened later," you pointed out with a tilt of your head, thinking of the consequences of a later revelation. They hadn’t gotten married yet, so at least he didn’t need to worry about that part if he decided to leave his fiancée for good.

"Maybe." He nodded hearing your words, and you could definitely feel the sorrow in his words. It soaked through his voice, his shirt, his actions. He was a heartbroken man, his confessions dripping rawness and desperation. No matter how much he tried to hide it, you could see the real man behind the mask, you noticed his intense gazes and momental daydreams.

You soon fell into a comfortable silence that only the light music from the speakers interrupted. Your drink was ready in no time, and the barista put down both your order and the man’s order at the same time. You exchanged a glance with the CEO as you reached for the glass.

"Cheers!" He said, holding up his shot of vodka.

"Cheers!" You emulated his actions and consumed the soju in one-go. You immediately felt the warmth spreading through your body, the alcohol making its way through your system. It wasn’t a very familiar feeling as you didn’t drink a lot. In fact, you only drank if it was socially required at parties or other events that were more about your money than you personally. Sometimes you really hated your life. Sometimes you were thankful that you could start your own business because you were born into a rich family. Sometimes you imagined being just an ordinary woman, sometimes you enjoyed the glamour. It was nothing new though; the chaebol life had always been ambivalent.

"Oh, and happy birthday!" The CEO added after he gulped down his own drink and visibly flinched when the taste hit in. You bobbed your head as a sign of gratitude.

"Maybe it’s not my day but it can be my year," you added with a bittersweet smile as you looked at him, his lips also curling upwards. It wasn’t a friendly smile though, it was more like an empathetic, an understanding one. It was genuine and raw, it was all you could have asked for in such a situation.

"You’re right. You deserve better."

You had no idea what to say. You didn’t even know each other, you had met half an hour ago, and he was already talking about you as if he had known you all your life. It was weird, this kind of act right at the beginning of your conversation when you were so used to people sugarcoating their words or outright lying to you, keeping their distance from you when they got to know who you were. He either didn’t care or didn’t know how it was supposed to be.

"You don’t even know me," you remarked rather confusedly, hoping that he wouldn’t take your words the wrong way. He didn’t though.

"No one should be cheated on," he mused out loud, keeping the eye-contact for another minute or so before he turned back to order another round. Then, he casually loosened his necktie and stared far ahead.

You assumed that you two had more in common that you would have previously thought, and this night was enough to prove you right. More than enough.

The next morning you woke up at the exact same spot you talked to Yunhyeong the day before. You probably dozed off after your fourth bottle of soju because you had no recollection after that, hence the location seemed fitting. You didn't mean to stay the night, you didn't even mean to drink so much, but through the shared sorrow and compassion somehow you found talking to the CEO quite enjoyable. He was a breath of fresh air after meeting so many lifeless, two-faced rich people you had the chance to encounter. He was intelligent, not the obvious one, not even the fake one, yet the way he connected the dots and looked at the world was saying it all. He was kind and considerate too, not the pushy type though, he had just the right amount of curiosity. He was also a lot kinder throughout the night than compared to the way you met. Maybe it was because you went through kind of the same, or maybe he was usually this kind. You didn't know, you knew only a tad bit about him.

When you opened your eyes, you needed a minute to realize where you were and why you were there.

You stood up, but you immediately knew that it was a horrible idea when you needed to hold onto the bar counter, so that you wouldn't fall down.

"Easy there," a familiar male voice suggested gently, yet you could detect a bit of amusement behind his words. You could already feel him smiling even without properly looking at him.

"I'm perfectly fine," you tried to reason as you turned around to face a perfectly sober Yunhyeong with a neatly ironed shirt and clean cotton pants. So you were the only one who got knocked out last night. Good to know.

"Your reflexes wouldn't say the same." He giggled to himself before his features became solemn again. You eyed each other for a few seconds before he made his way around you and got behind the counter, filling a glass with water. "Here. You must be dehydrated," he added while a faint smile was dancing along the edges of his mellow lips. You knew that he was right as your throat was as dry as a desert, yet you needed a moment before you reached for the glass to gulp down its content in one go.

You put it down with a satisfied sigh, and looked back at Yunhyeong.

"Thank you." You bobbed your head as a sign of gratitude, hoping that he wouldn’t expect too much of you in such a state. You wouldn’t say that you had a headache or that you were that hungover. However, you definitely felt the heaviness in your body and you were definitely thirsty like never before. You should have eaten the night before, too, you reckoned as your stomach growled loudly.

"Seems like someone’s hungry," the CEO commented with a lopsided smile that you wished you could swipe off his face. You weren’t used to such cheekiness, especially not from someone who was your age (as you had discussed that you were the same liners). Yet, there was something childishly innocent about his playful behaviour you couldn’t quite pinpoint. He had this duality, and you weren’t sure when to take him seriously and when not to.

"It’s okay." You shook your head. "I’ll grab something on the way to work," you declared as you looked at your watch and realized that it was time you headed out for work. Even though you were the owner of your very own jewellery shop, even though you could have come by any minute and you could have skipped any day without notifying anyone, you weren’t one to abandon what you’ve been working for years, and you were definitely not one to call in sick just because you had a drunk night.

"Are you sure you don’t want to eat here?" Yunhyeong inquired with a quirk of an eyebrow, but you nodded anyway.

"Yes, I’m sure. You’ve already done enough."

"It was nothing, really." The CEO shrugged like it was really nothing when it was more than you could have asked for. Even though it wasn’t intentional, at least you had somewhere to sleep, at least you didn’t need to face neither your boyfriend, nor your best friend, and at least Yunhyeong kept you company. Come to think of it, it wasn’t that bad of a night despite the horrible events that led you to the bar.

"Thank you, Yunhyeong," you repeated with a grateful smile for which the young man just shook his head.

"No problem. You can come by anytime," he offered with a soft smile, and you felt odd under his stare. Maybe it was because you were still very much affected by what happened the day before, or maybe it was because you had lost all faith in males, and there was this gentle young man showing you that not all guys were as much of an asshole as your boyfriend was. Or ex-boyfriend. Whatever. There was still something left to discuss with him.

"I will," you promised equally casually, and headed out of the bar with a lighter heart and a newfound acquaintance in the same district you had your own shop.

As both your shop and Yunhyeong's bar was on the same shopping street (which was said to be the most chic in Seoul), you didn't hesitate a lot when you finished with work in time, and didn't feel like going straight home. Yunhyeong even paid for your drinks every time you were there even if you insisted that you earned enough, so you could pay for your own order. When it came to business, he was as serious as no one you had met before, yet when he was off-work, he wasn't so stern. He joked around a lot and whined like a child even though he was already in his mid-twenties. He seemed like such a brat sometimes. He was also very enthusiastic and curious, so when you showed him around your shop for the first time, he looked around like Alice in Wonderland. It was odd seeing him among all those fancy rings and necklaces you were selling, and it was even more weird because he was a male. You didn't like stereotypes but males were rare to find in your shop.

Truth to be told, you weren't used to having a companion almost every day. You tried to be on good terms with your employees, but none of them were close to you. Not to mention your family. You didn't hate them, but you didn't even fancy spending time with them when it wasn't necessary. You were thankful for what you had, yet you had such different mentalities that it was difficult not to pick a fight with them whenever you spent time together.

With Yunhyeong, you weren't lonely even if you had just broken up with your boyfriend and had also lost contact with your best friend after what had happened. You knew that it was over, but you decided to give a chance for both of them to explain themselves, and it didn’t go well, to say the least. You ended up drinking at Full Moon yet again, complaining to Yunhyeong about what those two had dared to bring up as their excuses.

You didn’t keep count of the weeks and months that passed by because you were always looking forward to each and every day to meet Yunhyeong, to get to know him a bit more. Despite your initial dislike towards him, he turned out to a very gentle, attentive and incredibly funny young man, and soon your days became filled with his contagious laughter and self-made meals because the CEO loved nothing more than cooking.

This is how you actually ended up in his house one day after he had insisted that he would want to teach you how to cook one of his favourite meals. It was about half a year after your first encounter and also your first time to visit his house.

It was all going well as Yunhyeong was a very patient chef, and he didn’t make you feel completely useless even though he did most of the actual work. You weren’t a kitchen fairy, but you’ve tried your best, and worked as diligently as you would do at your own shop. It wasn’t until a careless turn on your part and his closeness that the atmosphere became somewhat awkward. You had just turned around to look at him and ask what else you could do, but he was already behind you, so you practically bumped into him and almost lost balance but he caught you in time. He grabbed you by the waist, and even when he could see for himself that you were stable, he didn’t let you go. You didn’t care though. You were more focused on his face. To be precise, on his eyes.

You didn’t even dare to look away, you didn’t feel like you knew how to do so. You were mesmerized, stuck in the moment, in the fantasy world that the situation created. You had never been this close to Yunhyeong ever before, and the close proximity did odd things to the state of your heart. You found it difficult to breathe properly, and your lips were parted because you were about to say something, yet nothing seemed right.

Then it happened. All of a sudden, only for a moment, your lips touched his, and you were even more mesmerized than before. However, your rational part made you back away and apologize immediately.

"I’m sorry. I really didn’t…" You started immediately but he cut you off.

"It’s okay, it’s really okay." He shook his head, then a lopsided grin started stretching on his lips. "I was just about to ask if it’s okay if I kiss you," he added with a nervous giggle and sheepishly scratched his temple.

You were so shocked than you didn’t even know what to say for the next few seconds. Your heart was racing so wildly that you were afraid that you would have a heart attack soon. Luckily, Yunhyeong saved you.

"Then, it’s my turn next," he declared as he hovered over you and waited for you to push him away, to reject him. Needless to say, you did neither, and so he kissed you while you could feel him smiling to himself. You did the same as him, your insides melting.

What an interesting turn of events when it all started with an innocent little cooking session.

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[apotatomashedbybts]

But You Do...

[GENRE: fluff, angst 

Pairing: Kim Namjoon×Reader (OC) 

Word Count: 2k+ 

Keyword: Pollen allergy

Warning: explicit depictions of verbal abuse ] 

[Summary: Lee, an ordinary girl, with an ordinary wish to have a loving family. But not always all wishes come true, not even the simplest ones. She still has to know that family doesn't always mean the same, it could be a single person too.] 

[A/n: After much procrastinating, here is the first chapter of my spring fic for @njssi ! I tried to make it up to the mark and I hope that you'll like it *fingers crossed*  ] 

Leaning on the windowpane of the moving bus Lee heaved a heavy sigh and looked out at the blurrily passing by night city. She could sense the uneasy yet surprised stares of the other passengers that were directed towards her. Though feeling uncomfortable she didn't care much. If she was in their place she would have been curious and surprised too, to see a constantly sneezing girl in a white knee-length bridesmaid dress, badly messy hair, red face partially covered by a pollution mask and even redder eyes. Glancing for the fifth time in the past hour at the board inside the bus - that said about its current position- she grew impatient, but at this moment she needed to stay as calm as possible otherwise her condition would only get worse and thinking that she tried to calm herself down. She reminded herself that time was only relative - the more you wanted it to pass quickly, it gets slower and the more you wanted it to slow down, the faster it passed. She scoffed to herself as this reminded her of a day almost six years ago. 

"Mom!!" An excited Lee came jumping into the kitchen, "Do you know that time is a relative unit? It works inversely proportional to the speed that you want it to pass! Isn't it amazing?" She was clearly fascinated at the new discovery and wanted to share it with her mom. "And where from did you know that?" Her mom asked while kneading dough because Lee's brother wanted to eat pie that night. Lee's eyes sparkled at the thought that her mom was interested so she replied, "I was watching a movie named Lucy! It's so amazing and I learnt so many things." "So you were wasting your time watching movies? Listen, those bullshit things are never going to help you in your real life! All that matter are your marks! And if you are not studying now then help me with making this pie. All you ever do is waste your time on useless things and pick up bad habits! What am I gonna do with you?" The enthusiasm that Lee brought with her drained at an instant and quickly replying "Sorry mom.." she started helping her, trying hard not to let her tears fall in front of her mother.

The tears that had started to fall at playback of the memory brought her back to reality and she glanced once again at the electrical board, relieved that she had only one more stop, to endure the pain, and the stares.

Getting off the bus she opened the Google Maps to search for any clinics nearby - the sneezing and the itchiness were getting intolerable. To her convenience there was a clinic nearby. At the reception she managed to ask about the doctors for allergies amidst her terrible sneezing. The receptionist looked at her with concern and said, "The doctor's shift is about to close but let me check. Please wait while I make the call." She nodded in agreement and looked away at the posters hanged in there to distract herself while tapping her feet impatiently. "Excuse me!" The receptionist called out after a while. Lee turned her head at that way and pointing to herself asked, "Me?" The receptionist nodded and said, "The doctor is ready to see you. His room is at the very end in the left wing. Please make your left turn at the very first turning of this passage." And pointed towards a long passage ahead. Bowing at the receptionist as a thanks Lee made her way towards the doctor's chamber. She gently knocked at the door and a gentle soothing voice answered, "Please come in. The door is open." As she stepped into the room she could figure out that the doctor had already packed up to close for the day. She was grateful that he agreed to check her up before leaving. He told her to sit down and told her to take the mask off. His soothing expression turned into a worried one as soon as she did what she was told to. He exclaimed, "It seems like you have pollen allergy and you have been holding it for too long! I will give you an antihistamine shot, that'll give you relief." He gave her a gentle smile and went to prepare the shot. Lee looked around while waiting and her eyes landed on the nameplate. "Kim Namjoon" she whispered to herself smiling mildly as she realised the meaning - the name suited his genius looks. "Are you afraid of injections?" He asked after preparing the shot. "Not really. I am used to them." Lee answered and then sneezed loudly. Dr. Kim shook his head slightly and said, "You shouldn't have stayed unchecked for so long. But what's done is done. You will feel better after this." He then applied ethanol at a certain spot on her left arm and pushed the injection. "I'll write you some medicines. Make sure you take them." Saying this he began writing the prescription with concentration. The shot seemed to do its work and her vision was much clearer than before, so she took this opportunity to observe the person sitting in front of her. She couldn't help but gawk at him - she seldom came across such handsome men. Not long after, she discovered his dimples, and noted in her mind that he was not only handsome but cute too, and his long and beautifully shaped fingers became her instant favourite.

After paying the bill, Lee came out of the clinic and sighed heavily thinking, "What now? There's no going back at this point." It had been a long day and she never expected that this day would arrive so soon. Although she was glad, somewhat, that she was finally in Seoul, away from her family but still some things made her sad and she couldn't figure out what those things were. She had been preparing herself for this day subconsciously from many days back, and now she had enough money to stay at a cheap hotel until she found an apartment to rent. She had been giving job interviews secretly online after completing her graduation and she was beyond happy that she got the job in Seoul; pretty far away from her home. As the medicine worked it's way to drive away the temporary sickness, she made her way to get a hotel room. After checking in, she quickly went in for a bath, leaving her luggages on the bed. As she stood under the cold shower, she could feel the whole day's fatigue wash away little by little. Changing into her favourite pajamas, she called in the room service and ordered some cold noodles and fried chicken; she was starving. The food, she thought as she took in the savoury feeling, had always made her feel content and happy. But her mom had always thought quite the opposite of it. According to her, Lee's loving food was a bad habit, just like every other 'bad habits' she had. Whenever her mom scolded her for being hungry frequently and on the other hand constantly asked her younger siblings whether they were hungry or not, it made her tear up always. As she sat down and ate, she remembered that her family had always had dinner together, no matter what happened. Now that she was alone, she kinda missed the noises but didn't mind because it was somewhat peaceful. Once again her mind raced to the past, three months ago, an August evening to be precise. "So when are your results coming out?" Lee's mom asked after putting a piece of boiled carrot in her mouth elegantly while sitting at the dining table. This was the time of the day that Lee dreaded as well as hated the most. Her mom had a strict rule that everyone in the family should have dinner together. If someone was late, everyone had to wait for that person to arrive so that all of them could spend some quality 'family time'. But at this point Lee totally doubted whether she was a part of the family or not and also whether this dinner was actually, as mentioned earlier, a family time or 'criticise-Lee-and-praise-others' hour. "I don't know mom. The university has put up a notice saying that it would be delayed." She replied timidly, measuring every word cautiously, so that her mom wouldn't find anything in those words offensive enough. But it never actually mattered how much caution she put in choosing the words because after all it's her mom and she would always find something to scold her about. "What do you mean by the university has put up a delaying notice? Your university isn't that irresponsible! That's why I admitted you there; for your irresponsible self to get at least a little bit responsible! I bet you haven't checked properly. How can a person be so absentminded? " Her mom sighed loudly and continued, "Or is it the other way around? I think they have already published the result and you are not telling me!" Her mom glared at her. Up until now Lee was swallowing up her words silently because talking back would have only resulted in getting a smack back. But the problem with her was that she had never been good at controlling her rage enough when it came to someone accusing her falsely. Keeping the spoon with a loud clinking sound she rose from her seat and said, half yelling and half holding back her tears, "If you distrust me so much then go to my university tomorrow and see for yourself!" The walk to her room was not easy as her legs felt like concrete, heavy, but she somehow managed to drag herself away. While going back she could hear her mother shouting at her, "How could you talk to me like that? Have you ever seen your sister or brother talk to me like that? You never loved anyone of us! I can sign a bond that one day you are gonna leave us and never look back, ignoring all the responsibilities to your family!" At this she turned back and hoarseness permanent in her voice, she replied, "Of course! Isn't that obvious enough? That's what I am going to do! It's not worth it to live here." A drop of tear trickled down her cheek as she choked back the words "all you ever did was hate me. I was never a good child to you as your other children are!" She slammed her door shut and broke down while sitting and leaning on the door; the tears were unstoppable. She could still hear her mother complaining about her loudly to her sister. To stop the sounds from reaching her ears, she lied down on her bed with a pillow on her ear and cried until the hiccups made her breathing go hazy, until she fell asleep. Lee shook her head to not let the memory dig deeper and decided to stay happy until she finished her food. Turned out that her mom's words became true; she had left her house. She knew that she would do it anyways and she didn't regret it. By the time she wrapped up, it was already midnight and she was sleepy. Not wanting to ruin the still-happy mood she decided to gulp down the medicines and hop into bed as soon as possible. As thought, so was done. Nights like those, where she had just cried wetting her pillow, muffling her voice in it so that the scream couldn't come out because she was tired knowing that no one cared, until she fell asleep, were endless and the most painful moments in her life. But tonight was different and she hoped that the coming nights would be too.

She snuggled closer to the pillow with a faint smile still hung on her lips and drifted off to sleep quite quickly while hoping that tomorrow would be better.

(to be continued...)

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[bangtantannie]

Breaking The Rose

Word Count: 6K

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader, featuring BTS

Genre: Soulmate! AU, Angst, Romance, implied smut I’m sorry it’s probably not the best

Rating: Mature

Warning: Use of swear words and some implied smut

A/N: HELLO HELLO I’VE CRAWLED OUT OF MY CAVE ONCE AGAIN! This is a gift for the lovely @minstrivia​ for the KWRITERSWOLD Spring Fic exchange!! I’m cutting it real close to the deadline I’m living life on the edge sorry about that!! The keyword was La Vie en Rose. I hope you enjoyyy~~~~

Summary: Lost in a world of rose and pink, what does one do when the one that abandoned them finally returns. 

Also!! I’d like to thank @chaotikeh and @nambewb for helping meee!! I wouldn’t have been able to writ this without youuuu!

Pink. Blushing shades of rose and rouge permanently tinted her vision – that is, until she finds her soulmate. Twenty-four years of the pink haze didn’t disturb Y/n at all. As a matter of fact, it gave her rather monotonous life some color. That goes to say, she would be lying if she didn’t wonder what it was like to see other colors. Were bananas blue? Are trees black? What color is an orange? The curiosity was always there, but she always kept herself from getting too curious. After all her soulmate might not even be out there.

Y/n moaned, feeling his fingers grope sensually at her supple flesh. His deep groans reverberated in her ear as his large hand slid upwards between her legs. She sighed as he caressed her inner thigh, not quite where she wanted them to be. Her eyes opened in a lidded haze, barely able see past the lust and make out the shape of their figures in the mirror in front of her.

The base of the music at the club was muffled by the bathroom walls, but Y/n could clearly hear the song that was playing. She watched as the man’s hand mapped out her body, giving areas that made her sigh in appreciation extra attention. His lips gently ran over her neck, always leaving her breathless at the precisely placed pecks. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t remember his name. But it doesn’t matter, once their business was done, they would eventually be going their separate ways.

Y/n closed her eyes, honing-in on the feeling of his hands on her soft body. She let out a loud groan in appreciation, finally feeling the rough friction of the pads of his fingers just where she wanted them. His smooth skin was a soft rosy color, his hair and eyes a deep magenta. The sight in the mirror practically too much to bear, Y/n turned in his arms to pull him in for a sloppy kiss. She ran her hand up his torso, relishing in the indentations of his abdominals and the divots of his collarbones.

It had been a long time since Y/n found the time to loosen up. The company of another man had become quite a regular occurrence, but an upcoming deadline required her undivided attention. Now that the final design had been sent to corporate, she was free – and she was going to make sure she had her fill.

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Y/n giggled as another man pulled her close to him. This time he was much taller, practically towering over her in her heels. His shoulders were much broader, she was practically swimming in his large jacket. Her smile was etched onto her face as he whispered unspeakable things into her ear, her imagination doing nothing to quell the heat that had only grown over the course of the night.

“Y/n?”

Her head turned instinctively, not bothering to identify the owner of the voice. Not that it would really matter, she had already seen some of her coworkers getting more than close on the dance floor tonight. It seems this was a popular place to release some stress for the company. Oh, how she had wished that it was her manager instead of the man standing two feet away from her.

Y/n had never wanted the ground to swallow her whole as much as she did now. It was like the person she was now had been erased, only be filled in with the naïve woman she was four years ago. The alcohol in her system had evaporated, the man wrapped around her long forgotten. So many emotions hit her all at once. Dread, curiosity, heartbreak, longing, and above all else – utter joy. She didn’t think she would hear his voice ever again, look into his dark magenta eyes ever again. She thought he was gone. He had left, and she didn’t think he was ever going to come back.

“Yoongi.” She whispered. The name was just as sweet on her tongue as it was four years ago. His name was just as bitter in her heart as it was four years ago.

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Y/n sat in a daze at the café. The steam from her cup swirled gracefully as she stared out the window. A couple cuddled closely together as they went about their day in the chilly weather. Another couple laughed as their child jumped playfully between them. A younger couple awkwardly held hands as the passed the window, both of their faces flushed, and the big smiles hidden from each other.

The café was quaint, quite cute and reasonably priced. Light bulbs were strung along the walls, providing adequate lighting for the decently sized space. The menu was drawn in cute handwriting with adorable little doodles on a chalk board hoisted on the wall behind the barista’s counter. Everything in the café from the walls to the welcome mat were a mix of soft pinks and rose colors blending together to soothe the eyes from the dull office buildings and harsh lighting of city life. If Y/n had normal vision, she was sure the café would be even cuter.

The chair across from Y/n scraped against the floor, stealing her attention from the happy couples outside.

“Took you long en-“Her eyes met with a deep magenta – a shade she couldn’t quite find anywhere else, and a shade she never wanted to see again. She had forgotten. This was a café she and Yoongi absolutely adored.

“I guess some things just don’t change, do they?” Yoongi’s sickeningly soothing voice slithered into her ears as he raised his small espresso cup in acknowledgement to her cappuccino.

Y/n frowned as she basked in Yoongi’s presence. Nothing about him had changed. His eyes drooped ever so slightly like they always did, his jawline was just as defined as it had been, he smacked is lips after every sip just as he always had. He still wore a dark camelot shirt with a lipstick colored flannel, she was sure if she looked under the table she would find the usual pair of worn sneakers he usually wore.  Nothing about his physical appearance had changed at all, but everything else about him did.

His cold stare had melted into something more reserved rather than unapproachable. The way he scanned the room was more methodical, as if he were really considering the surroundings around him rather than glaring at every potential threat. Even the air around him seemed warmer, and she couldn’t even bare to look into his eyes. Something about the way he sat seemed awkward. As if he were a child guilty of breaking something they shouldn’t have been touching in the first place.

His eyebrow raised. “Nothing to say?” Normally, she would’ve replied with a sassy remark.

“Not to you.” Yoongi wasn’t worth it, he couldn’t be anymore.

He sighed, staring into Y/n’s eyes. His mouth opened slightly, his eyebrows were furrowed. “Listen, I wanted to – “

“Y/N!” Seokjin rushed to the table, his tunnel vision focused on Y/n and only Y/n. “You’ll never guess who’s – oh.” Seokjin finally noticed Yoongi. “Yoongi.”

“Hi, Jin hyung,” Yoongi said. He scratched the back of his neck. Yoongi slightly curled into himself at the tone Seokjin had taken when his name was called. It was hard, like that of a scolding parent. “I guess I’ll see you around then,” Yoongi muttered then left as suddenly as he arrived.

Once Yoongi was gone, Seokjin took the seat Yoongi just abandoned. “Are you okay?”

Y/n simply smiled wryly, staring at the small steaming cup of espresso.

The man that was once sitting across from her scared her. She was used to the unpredictable man that the area knew to be a wildcard. One day he would be helping a lady cross the street, the next he’ll be caught up in a bar fight. Her eyes tell her she’s looking at that very same man. Her heart tells her this is someone completely different. She hated that the sight of him practically frozen in time nearly deceived her into dropping her defenses. It was as if she had finally gotten the picture perfect moment she dreamed of four years ago. Yoongi had become the man she saw in him long ago. She would have no trouble fooling herself into believing that she was twenty, naïve and hopelessly in love with the quiet man. If she wanted to delve deeper into her delusion, she could believe that Yoongi had just proposed, that they were going to get married and settle down – maybe have a family.

But Y/n refused to give in. The damage had been done, and she refuses to be the one to hurt herself even more. Where was the man that selfishly stole her heart with a flash of stupid gummy smile and hidden heart of gold? Where was the bastard that lived freely, the one that did whatever the fuck he wanted whenever the fuck he wanted? Where had the asshole that up and disappeared while she was asleep gone?

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“I heard from Jin.” Namjoon said, sitting beside Y/n on the park bench. A teenage girl was walking a small dog with pink curls. A few mothers sat together on a bench as they watched their children play on the playground. A group of students were playing some ball game on the field nearby.

“Are you here to reprimand me?” She had to admit, she had been acting a bit childish for the last few months. Yoongi was everywhere. It was the four years he was gone had never happened – their friends welcomed him back immediately. She soon found him moving back into the apartment Jimin, Jungkook, and Namjoon shared next door. Before she knew it, he was sitting on his couch every day just as he had been before, only this time he was usually here for Hoseok or Taehyung. The only one that seemed to sympathize with her was Seokjin. Even then she could tell he missed Yoongi’s presence dearly. Every time Yoongi saw her he attempted to speak with her, but she hightailed the hell out of the room at every single utterance from Yoongi’s mouth.

“No. You have every right to be doing what you’re doing.” Y/n nodded.

“It’s just..” She looked back at Namjoon. His skin was rouge, his lips were a shade of hot pink. His hair was a pale taffy color. He says his hair is turquoise – some shade of blue, but Y/n wouldn’t even be able to tell nonetheless so he gave up saying “one day you’ll understand.” “Are you okay with this? Aren’t you hurting yourself even more by avoiding him?”

“Talking to him, not talking to him. Both will hurt either way.” Y/n shrugged.

“Don’t you want to know why he left? Why he came back?” Namjoon inquired further.

“You could easily tell me those things right now. I know you two are close, and that you’ve kept in touch the entire time he was gone.” Namjoon bit his lips sadly.

“He told me not to tell you.”

“That you kept in touch? Why he left or why he’s back?”

“All of it.”

“Why?”

“That’s something that you should hear from Yoongi.”

“I don’t want to talk to Yoongi.”

“Why not.”

“Because.”

“He clearly wants to talk to you.”

“Let’s drop it Namjoon.”

“No. You’ve kept your mouth shut tight for four years and I think it’s time that you finally talked about it.”

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

“Y/n please just – “

“CAN WE JUST –“ Y/n burst. Namjoon’s pleas fell silent. “Can we just drop it. Please.” Y/n whispered.

Namjoon sighed exasperatedly. He didn’t even need to look at her to know she was fighting back tears. He had pushed her enough. “If not with me. Please talk about it with others. We’ve let this go on for too goddamn long.”

“Maybe one day.”

“It’s been four years Y/n. Yoongi’s already back.”

“I’m just not ready.”

“You’re so close, and you say you’re not ready.”

Y/n didn’t know what Namjoon meant. All she could do was focus on the pain deep within her. It felt like someone was tearing into the old wounds in her soul. Any more pain, and she was afraid her soul would just shatter.

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The base of the club boomed in her ears. Jimin had decided that he wanted try out a new club for his birthday. Once everyone had gotten in Y/n and the boys made a beeline for the bar for Jimin’s birthday shots. Let’s just say their bodies were no longer made up of 70 percent water.

Once everyone had gotten some alcohol in their system, everyone practically dispersed. Jimin and Hoseok were on the dance floor dancing with anyone and everyone that was consensual. Yoongi and Namjoon were by the wall, probably discussing what the DJ was doing and why it works or what they could do better. Seokjin, the social butterfly he was started talking to a girl about what she had done with her makeup and how she got her curls to be so bouncy. Taehyung and Jungkook, the alcohol bringing out the casanovas buried deep inside, were talking up girls left and right. With the deep voices, fit bodies, charming smiles, and sultry eyes – no one was safe. Y/n had run into some friends at the club, opting to catch up with them a bit before she joined Hoseok and Jimin on the dance floor.

“Is that Yoongi?”

“Yeah, yeah he’s back.” Y/n brushed off, her body slightly moving to the beat.

“I see he’s moved on just fine.” Y/n flashed her friend a confused look, turning to glance at the wall behind her.

Namjoon had left Yoongi at the wall, probably dragged by Jin for a dance. Just beside him was a girl. Y/n knew the signs of a girl trying to seduce a man. The slight twirling of the hair and subtle arch of the back practically killed her buzz. Y/n was practically grinding her teeth as imagination accommodated for what her eyes couldn’t see – eyes just a bit wider than usual, occasional bites of the lip, breasts pushed together the whole package – all for Yoongi.

“I see you have not moved on just fine.” Y/n’s friend’s voice broke through the wave of rage that came over her. The sick swirl of jealousy the only remnants of her anger. Y/n wanted to turn back, but it was as if some sadistic force kept her vision glued to Yoongi and the faceless woman. When the girl reached out to touch Yoongi’s arm, she had half a mind to go there and gouge out her eyes for even thinking of laying a hand on Yoongi.

“Let’s not forget he isn’t your’s anymore.” Her friend called out, this time reaching out and turning Y/n back to her. Just as Yoongi’s eyes met Y/n.

Y/n pushed passed her friend, hand gripping her hand to pull her along. “Come on, I need a drink.”

Y/n’s friend smirked, “That’s my girl.”

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Y/n’s body swayed to the music, keeping up with the rolling bodies of everyone around her. With the flip of her hair and a few bites to her lip, she had plenty of dance partners to go around. Lots of nights in the club came with a lot of practice for what works and what doesn’t.

Hoseok and Jimin, despite having partners of their own, kept a close eye on Y/n. Any indication of discomfort would result in at least two very protective men. Y/n on the other hand had grown used to random men pulling her in by the waist to have his little share of fun. Although sometimes annoyed that she had been pulled away from her friends, she entertained them nonetheless.

There wasn’t a problem, until a man grabbed her a bit too tightly. Y/n winced as he held her too close. She wouldn’t have minded if it weren’t for the concern of being held a bit tighter would just result in her breaking in half altogether. Just when the alcohol of all the shots she took finally started to really kick in. Her vision swirled as she weakly tried to pull away. Almost as soon as she was sucked into the large man’s arms, she was just as quickly yanked out. Her head bobbed as she turned to thank her savior. Meeting the rose-colored chin, her blurry vision made eye contact with what she thought was a pair of magenta eyes that drooped slightly.

“Yoongi?” She asked drunkenly.

After blinking a few times, her vision cleared to form the hard face of Jimin. He was focused on the man that forced her to dance. His plush lips straightened into a hard line; his strong arms kept her steady on her feet. There were instances where Jimin held her tighter – maybe the man had started making his way toward them or something. Only when Jimin hand to physically turn around to put himself between her and her dance partner did she start to feel some sense of concern. The intoxication however quelled the slight alarm, making her opt to simply rest her head on Jimin’s chest as he decided to remove her from the situation all together and start exiting the dance floor.

The concern at the pit of her stomach returned full force when Jimin was pulled away from her. The drunken man was quite persistent. The little altercation had Y/n stumbling around a bit, almost falling over completely if someone hadn’t caught her. Y/n never forgot the feeling of the arms that had caught her. This time she was sure, and she didn’t need to check to make sure it was Yoongi.

Freezing up in his arms, Y/n was hit with an overwhelming wave of emotions. His arms felt strong, and safe. She knew Yoongi would take care of the insistent man, Yoongi always had in the past. Her insides were practically melting when his soothing voice reverberated in her ears. What he was saying, she was too drunk to tell but she was coherent enough to know she just didn’t want him to shut up.

Yoongi’s secure grip on her didn’t relent until security had escorted the man out of the club. Then, he took the chance to really look at her.

“Are you okay?” Y/n simply smiled, happy that she had finally gotten the courage to get another look at his face. Months of trying to ignore his existence was really hard, especially when she never failed to secretly listen to him when he was talking. “I’m going to take that as a no.” Yoongi muttered to himself. He turned to Jimin, yelling something into his ear. Once Jimin nodded, he gently grabbed Y/n’s hand, leading her toward the exit.

The crisp air was a nice break from the stuffy club. Y/n couldn’t resist taking a deep breath of the fresh air, only adding on to the euphoric intoxication. Yoongi and Y/n stood, holding hands as they waited for their ride to come pick them up.

Feeling a bit chilly, Y/n cuddled up to the arm attached to the hand holding her own. Yoongi looked at her, briefly pulling away to place his jacket on her shoulders. He sighed, “What am I gonna do with you?” Y/n only giggled in response, quickly cuddling back up to his arm. She wasn’t nearly as drunk as she was before. Just for tonight, she wanted to play along with the fantasy that he had never up and left her in her sleep. Just for one night, she wanted to give into every desire of her soul that arose the second her eyes were laid upon Yoongi.

The next time her eyes opened, Yoongi was carrying her up their apartment complex. Seeing that she was awake, he got her to hand him the keys of the apartment she shared with Seokjin, Hoseok, and Taehyung. Asking her if she wanted anything to eat or drink, he carried her to her room once she had rejected his offer. Making sure her dress was comfortable enough to sleep in seeing as it would be difficult to help her change if she had wanted to, he simply removed her shoes and placed it in her closet along with the rest of the heels she reserves just for nights out. As he laid her on her plush pink bed, she instinctively wrapped her hands around his neck, holding him hostage as he awkwardly leaned over her.

“Stay.”

Yoongi’s dark magnta eyes bore deeply into her own. Once the fight within himself had finished, he pulled the blankets back taking his place beside her in her bed. They laid, satisfied with simply looking at each other. When Y/n’s eyes started to droop, she cuddled up to Yoongi. Like a missing puzzle, their bodies molded perfectly to each other. Yoongi placed his chin on the crown of Y/n’s head, her face was buried in his neck. He gently ran his fingers through her hair, just how she liked it four years ago.

“Don’t leave me again. Please.” Y/n’s voice cracked sleepily. She clutched tightly to his shirt, tears sliding down her face and Yoongi’s neck. Her shoulders quaked with silent sobs. He was here… he was finally here.

“I won’t. Never again, I promise.”

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Y/n woke up to an empty bed. She smiled bitterly to herself, maybe her dream was too good to be true. She took the painkillers someone – probably Hoseok – placed on her bedside table. Once her head started to pound less, she brushed her teeth to rid herself of the strange taste of lingering alcohol and sleep. Afterward, she went back to sleep, knowing she’d wake up a bit more coherent. A knock on the door woke up Y/n.

“We’re gonna go out for food. If you need anything, I think Jungkook’s gonna be home. I’ll bring you something back.” Seokjin called through the door. Y/n groaned, deciding that it was time to really get up.

The shower worked wonders on washing away any lingering grogginess. Her head still hurt slightly, but much more tolerable compared to earlier. Decked out in a pair of shorts and one of Taehyung’s hoodies, Y/n left her apartment, making sure she had the key and locked the door behind her as she made her way to Jungkook next door. This was their routine. The boys would go out for a meal, bringing back something for her and Jungkook while they nursed their hangovers with video games.

Using the spare key cleverly placed under their doormat, Y/n let herself in. Hearing shuffling from the living room, she assumed Jungkook had also just woken up and started to set up. Making her way to the common room, Y/n could feel the competitiveness rise inside her.

It wasn’t Jungkook in the living room.

Yoongi was lying on the couch, propped up on his elbows with some girl lying on top of him. The dress looks vaguely familiar, but Y/n could remember for the life of her. Yoongi’s head snapped to the doorway, the look on his face would’ve been comical had Y/n didn’t feel the remnants of her soul literally rip itself into dust.

“Y/n-“

Y/n felt numb as her body acted on instinct. She practically flew out of the apartment, hastily throwing herself against the apartment door to unlock it and let herself in before anyone else. She could practically feel Yoongi hot on her heels. As if the world was on her side, she managed to open the door almost instantly. As if the world decided to flip her the biggest bird in the history of the world, Yoongi was there before she could even close the door.

“Y/n! Please it’s not what you think.”

“Oh shut the hell up EVERYONE always says that you son of a bitch.” Y/n pushed harder against the door but even she knew it was useless. The only reason she wasn’t flying against the wall was because Yoongi wasn’t pushing as hard as he could.

“If you let me explain, then you’ll understand.” Yoongi urged. It was a pathertic sight to see actually. Y/n was pushing with all her might, the only reason the door was quivering was because Y/n was incredibly weak compared to Yoongi. Yoongi on the other hand was quite relaxed.

“Explain? You were the one that left me.” Y/n hissed, tears blurring her rosy vision. Her stomach churned at the heartache she felt all those years ago. The pain in her chest reminded her so much of the past she couldn’t help but recall the sight of Yoongi’s back as he walked out of her life – her last memory of him before she woke up and he was long gone.

“I left because I wasn’t good for you.” Yoongi responded heatedly, quickly catching on that it wasn’t about the girl he just threw out of his apartment.

“You had no right to make that decision for me. I was ready to leave everything for you.” Y/n replied fiercely, angry at his excuse.

“That’s exactly why I left.”

“That doesn’t explain anything Yoongi.”

“You go around preaching that I can’t make decision for you. But what about my feelings? How did you think I would feel if I let you drop everything you had planned in your life for me? I was content with just being with you, knowing that you were going to have a good life but suddenly you started talking about tying the knot? Hitting the road with me? You had a good future ahead of you. A good home, a well-paying job, a supportive family – I couldn’t even dream of having any of those things. Did you think I was going to let you sacrifice your future? That I was going to let you add on to the long list of things that you had already sacrificed to be with me? I couldn’t bear to be the reason why you dropped your life for some loser with no plan for the future.”

“I didn’t care about any of that back then. I thought it was you and me against the world Yoongi. You made me feel like I could do anything, that anything was possible. You made me feel free – that living was more than just surviving.” Y/n choked, her voice thick with heartbreak.

“You can still feel that way now Y/n. We could face the world together. Just give me a chance to show you.” Yoongi was practically begging.

“It’s all different now. You can’t just come back and expect to pick up where we left off four years ago. I’m not the same girl I was before Yoongi, don’t think that just because you’re back I’m going to-“

“I LOVE YOU.” Yoongi blurted out, unable to hold back the phrase he was too afraid to say four years ago.

“What?” Y/n said in a daze, the world swirling in a rosy haze. Y/n had dreamed of hearing those words back then. She hated that the stupid phrase had her stomach flipping as if it were an Olympic gymnast. Her body went slack against the door, giving Yoongi the chance to enter the apartment.

After locking the front door, Yoongi closed in on Y/n. She hastily stepped back until her back was met with a wall. “I love you. I loved you then, and I still love you now.” Yoongi said softly, looking deeply into Y/n’s eyes. He brought a hand up to delicately caress Y/n’s cheek, as if she were going to disappear if he touched her too roughly.

His magenta hues were deep, desperate, and longing.  The raw emotion in his eyes reignited a feeling buried deep down inside Y/n, a feeling she thought died the day Namjoon told her Yoongi was gone. She almost forgot what that feeling was like. Like a pull from deep within her, she was almost convinced if the man before her died, a large part of her would die along with him.

“Y-you can’t just suddenly–“

“Please. Give me – give us one more chance.” Yoongi’s voice was thick with emotion. His magenta eyes were filled with tears.

“I- I can’t. I can’t take that risk again.” Y/n shook her head desperately, even though everything within her ached to give into him – to give into what her heart had ached for all this time. Never again did she want the deepest depths of her soul to feel empty. Never again did she want to see her heart crushed – this time beyond repair.

“I wasn’t thinking straight when I left. Hell, I never should’ve thought of leaving in the first place.” Yoongi shut his eyes as if the memory physically pained him.

“Then why did you?” Y/n asked. Maybe she was finally she was going to the answers she couldn’t help but imagine over the years they had been separated.

“You scared me. The way you made me feel scared me. You stumbled into my life so suddenly, and completely changed it. You made me want to settle down, have a family, hell even get a job in a stupid office. I thought I had the rest of my life planned out before I met you. But then you came along, and everything changed, But I knew I wasn’t enough for what you needed and that hurt me. I didn’t know how to deal those feelings then.” Y/n scoffed, rolling her eyes. “But what scared me even more was the emptiness I felt after I left you. It was like I was suddenly lost in this endless void. After I lost you, I lost my purpose in life.” Yoongi’s voice cracked as tears fell steadily down his face.

The sight broke Y/n’s heart. It was a rare occurrence to see Yoongi so vulnerable, so open and willing to let her in. “How do I know you won’t leave me again?” She asked quietly, afraid of hearing an answer she couldn’t bear to receive. She could feel herself on the verge of caving.

“I’m not going anywhere this time. Not without you.” Yoongi said, pushing a lock of hair behind Y/n’s ear.

“You shattered my heart four years ago Yoongi.” Y/n lost herself in a blur of magenta. Yoongi’s eyes zeroed in on her plush pink lips.

“I’ll spend the rest of our lives putting your heart back together.” Yoongi murmured, his eyes shut as he his lips against Y/n’s. They were soft, silky even as they smoothly slid against hers. His kisses were even sweeter than Y/n remembered, his lips softer than her memory could even hope to recall.

Y/n pulled away before she could get drunk on the feeling of his lips against hers. “What if I don’t want to be with you like that?”

“Then I’ll have to live with being just friends.”

“What if I don’t want you in my life.”

“Then I’ll keep my distance.”

“What if I don’t want that?”

“Then what do you want?” Yoongi asked, his lips but a hair away from her own. His warm breath fanned her warm face, his eyes bore deeply into Y/n, ready to engulf her

The pull within Y/n was so strong, it was as if a band was stretched just before its limit. Just a bit further and the band within her soul would snap. Tears continued to slide down Y/n’s cheeks. This was it. She could feel it, and she was sure Yoongi could feel it too. Once the decision was made, there would be no turning back. She searched his eyes one more time. What it was she was looking for, she wasn’t sure, but she could feel it. Whatever she wanted, she knew it was worth risking her soul. Life without Yoongi was like drowning without water.

“You. I want you,” Y/n whispered, pulling Yoongi closer.

Their lips clashed in a heated dance, molding as perfectly as they had four years ago. She sighed as the slightest touch of his strong hands set a trail of fire on her body. The stumbled through the white door, Yoongi somehow managing to kick it shut behind him. He eased her onto the white sheets, soothing the heat of their skin.

His rosy hands held her close as he connected their lips again. Their groans and sighs mixed in a feverish symphony. The light of the sun made their expressions clearer, making their dance much more enticing and intimate. Her pink hands eased the checkered flannel off his shoulders, she couldn’t resist tasting the skin of the pink collarbones peeking out from under his t-shirt. Yoongi groaned as Y/n’s body molded to his, creating a friction that had his mind going blank. Unable to withstand the barriers between them, Y/n did away with Yoongi’s shirt and pants while Yoongi took care of her hoodie and shorts.

The skin-on skin contact made their souls sigh in relief, and they couldn’t get enough of each other. Y/n gasped as Yoongi bit into the swell of her chest through her blue bra. She squirmed in pleasure as he took her back to their younger days four years ago, all she could do is hold tightly to his hair as the memories that once suffocated her had her drowning in ecstasy.

“You’re beautiful,” Yoongi murmured as he kissed his way down her abdomen and between her legs. Y/n moaned loudly as Yoongi had her seeing stars. The sight of him was almost too much to bear. Yoongi had her body branded into her memory. He knew every spot that had her sighing, which places had her groaning and which ones screaming. He didn’t fail to use that to his advantage. Like an ocean wave that only teases with the push and the pull, Yoongi had her dancing dangerously on the edge before dragging her far from it.

“Yoongi, don’t tease me. Not today.” Y/n begged, unable to bear his games for any longer. Complying to her request, Yoongi gave Y/n what she desperately needed. Her vision swirled in a mess of pinks and foreign lights. Yoongi smiled softly, twirling her hair as he patiently waited for her to catch her breath. Y/n smiled widely as she stared into his eyes. She pushed him to lie on the bed to return the favor he did for her. Before she could even pass his belly button, he pulled her back up.

“Maybe another time.” Yoongi said, softly caressing Y/n’s curious face. “Right now, I just want to be with you.’ Grabbing his hand to softly kiss his fingertips, Y/n nodded. She straddled his body, hovering just over him. She dipped her head to softly kiss Yoongi. Y/n’s mind swirled in joy and pleasure almost as much as their tongues twisted in an intimate dance.

Once they were finally connected, both Yoongi and Y/n gasped, both in pleasure and in awe. Like an explosion, their vision burst with lights they hadn’t seen before. Vibrant hues of colors they couldn’t identify filled their vision. With every movement from Yoongi or Y/n, more colors bled into their line of sight. Gently yet all at the same time, the hues of pinks, rose, and magentas faded only to be replaced with an alien hue that one of the boys needed to educate them on.

Y/n stared into Yoongi’s obsidian eyes. She already knew this was going to be her favorite color. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

They lost themselves in the brilliance of their bond. The hues of their past, the saturation of their present, and the brilliant tint of their love. Together, they had broken the rose.

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Dancing in the Rain

Ships: Mark x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romance

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: NA

Dedications: Surprise @restlessmaknae! I have been chosen to write a fic for you in the Spring Exchange! I really hope you enjoy it! I had so much fun writing it. :) 

Key Word: Spring Rain

You stretched your arms over your head, keeping them there until you felt the tension in them release with a pop. You leaned back in your rolling chair, pushing yourself away from the desk you felt like you had been glued to for the past few hours. But you smiled widely, knowing you could have the day off the next day since you finished your project early. You made sure to click the save button at least seven times before powering down your computer. You packed up your things and started to head out, saying goodbye to your coworkers as you passed by their desks. Most of them looked like their souls had been ripped out of their bodies, although some of them looked a bit more awake with the amount of caffeine they had flowing through their system. You were halfway there yourself, but most of your motivation to get the project done as fast as you did was the thought of your loving boyfriend. You knew he had the day off tomorrow, and come hell or high water you were determined to spend the entire day with him. You smiled once more, thinking of how happy he would be when you told him the news. You almost walked out the door with the dazed smile that graced your face. That was until you saw the weather. It was raining outside. Well more like pouring with how fast the water was coming down from the sky. You sighed and reached into your backpack, rummaging around to find the umbrella you kept in there. You were shocked when you didn’t feel it, and then it hit you. You had lent it to a friend two days ago. You groaned and prepared yourself to run through the rain with your backpack on your head. Just then there was a knock on the glass door.

You jumped a bit at the sound, but when you saw who had knocked your face lit up. It was the very loving boyfriend you were thinking about earlier. Mark smiled as he waved at you, holding one of the bigger umbrellas the two of you owned. You opened the door. “I knew you would forget to get the umbrella back from Jackson.” He said, moving his empty hand to his jean pocket. You giggled at the statement. “At least I have you to remember things like this.” He smiled before taking his hand out of his pocket, extending it out to you. “Well I would hate for you to get wet on the way home.” You took his hand and moved under the umbrella. You got as close to him as you could, since spring was just starting and the chill of winter was still lingering. Mark held you close, but when he felt you shivering he stopped walking. He passed the umbrella to you. “Hold this for a second.” You held the umbrella with shaking hands. Mark was quick to take his hoodie off. He draped it over your shoulders and zipped it shut before pulling the hood up. “There you go. Hopefully that keeps you warm until we get home.” He said, taking the umbrella back. You felt a little guilty since he had only been wearing a thin short sleeve shirt under the hoodie. At the same time you relished in the scent of it. Mark had just gotten off from work at the library, and you could tell because his hoodie smelled like old books from the archives and cinnamon from the candles his supervisor liked to light. You felt Mark wrap his arm around your waist, keeping you close to warm you up more.

The walk home wasn’t a long one. Your cozy little home was about a ten minute walk from where you worked. Once you got to the gate you thought you were home free. But suddenly you felt rain pouring on you. You looked up and saw the umbrella was no longer there, instead it was closed and thrown onto the patio. You turned around and saw Mark trying to not look guilty. “I thought you said you wanted to make sure I didn’t get wet on the way home.” Mark smiled as he placed his hands on your waist. “Well we’re home now.” He said, pecking you on the lips before he picked you up. He twirled you around, and you couldn’t help but laugh as you felt the rain splattering onto your face. Once he put you down he ran for it, jumping into the puddles that had formed in the backyard. You chased after him, mostly to make sure he didn’t accidentally trample over the budding vegetable garden. Soon the both of you were running through the rain, laughing when one of you slipped in the mud. The fun was cut short, however, when you heard a crack of thunder. You looked up and saw a flash of lightning, and once you did the both of you ran inside as quickly as you could. Once inside you each went to a separate bathroom to take a nice warm shower to help with the chill of the rain. You put on a pair of your fuzziest pajama pants. Instead of wearing the matching shirt you threw on a random t-shirt and snuck into Mark’s room to steal one of his hoodies while he was still in the shower.

You sat in the living room, wrapped in the hoodie you had stolen. You looked outside of the window, and if you thought it was pouring before it was much worse now. You looked at the rain as it beat against the windows, and you were so focused on it you didn’t realize Mark was in the room until the mug he was carrying was in your line of vision. You looked up at him. “I figured some ginger tea might help with the imminent cold we’re gonna have from being in the rain so long.” You smiled and accepted the mug, enjoying the smell of the warm tea before taking a sip. You could feel the tea go down your throat and into your stomach, heating you up from the inside. Mark sat next to you, taking a sip of his own tea. “Well this little spring rain sure got violent really quick.” You hummed, feeling more and more sleepy with every sip you took. When you finished your cup Mark gently took it from you, shifting you so your head was resting on his lap. “I don’t have work tomorrow.” You said, practically purring when Mark started to scratch at your scalp. “Good. We can catch up on all the sleep we’ve been missing.” You hummed once more, closing your eyes. You fell asleep at some point. But how could you not? It was impossible to stay awake with Mark running his fingers through your hair as you listened to the thunderstorm making its way through the night. You succumbed to the warm feeling that was wrapping around you, and the last thing you heard and felt before finally falling asleep was Mark kissing your temple and whispering, “I love you to the moon.” You smiled before whispering, “And back.”

#kwritersworldnet #kwspringexchange #Mark Tuan #GOT7 #Fic #my gif

[sopewriters]

La Vie En Rose

Pairing: Kim Jongdae | Chen x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, and a dash of Humor (I tried!); Soumate!AU where, upon meeting your soulmate, you can only see the world in shades of pink

Wordcount: 5.5K

Summary: It was a chaotic morning, and you were running late, and everything that could possibly have gone wrong did go wrong, and then... you found him. If only you hadn’t lost him just as quick.

Notes: It took me a billion years to write this for the @kwritersworld​ Spring Fic Exchange, not that I’m surprised (I mean, it’s me). Still, I was kinda scratching my head over my keyword: La Vie En Rose and figured I might as well write a soulmate!AU. AKA “I took my keyword very literally”. But, in any case, I hope you enjoy reading this, @roseyjongdae!

Unoriginal title is unoriginal!

As the cold, icy season has come to melt, Perhaps spring will come.

- Kim Jongdae, April, and a Flower

You’ve always contemplated it in bouts of lonely, wishful thinking. You like to imagine the feel of a soft palm sliding against yours. The fingers tangling in yours, snug and firm and there, saying it’s okay and I’m here. The reassurance that comes along with the presence of the One, the one you’ve been waiting for this whole time.

The one who’ll wash every last bit of pain away, the one who’ll wash the world in pretty shades of pink, of that color you’ve been aching to see your whole life. The one who’ll be by your side for better or worse. That one.

Your Soulmate.

You’ve heard people talking about their soulmates since you were young. Most of them were bright-cheeked, beaming, eyes crinkled and cheeks full as they gushed on and on about how they never could’ve imagined their lives without each other. Losing the colors was worth it, they say, but that’s the one thing you don’t understand. Why complain about switching color palettes? From what you’ve seen, pink is a gorgeous color anyway. It can’t possibly something anyone would regret.

Or, well, that’s what you think, until the day comes where you experience it for yourself.

As it happens, you might be running a little late. Now, while most people you know seem quite adamant that you suffer from Chronic Lateness, you beg to differ; you really don’t know where they get their (wrong) ideas from. They make no sense. Really. You’re always on time and they’re just jealous of the fact that they can’t be as timely as you, and that’s final.

But anyways, you really are late today. And it seems strangely fitting that it’s on your first day of work and, of course, in true cliché fashion, it’s raining.

Yep. Raining.

And spring rains, while admittedly beautiful, are the very last thing you need right now.

You struggle with your umbrella as you try and shield yourself from the onslaught, pushing through crowds of people simultaneously. You’re half-running, half-jogging really, trying your best to not to accidentally run someone over, but it’s too hard, isn’t okay if there’s a little collateral damage? Convinced by your wicked thoughts, your eyes fully squeeze shut and you push through the loitering humans using your umbrella as a literal shield. You hear some affronted noises, but they’re lost over the sound of the rain, and god, your dress, no!

You drop your umbrella just in time to keep your dress from being splashed by a zooming bicyclist.

So many regrets, and the day’s only just begun.

“Excuse me!” You push through again, and you’re almost there, yes – and that’s when you tumble forward, tripping over your heels as you fall into a firm chest. Blindly pushing yourself away, you suck in a breath when your fingers brush over warm skin, only shouting a quick, “sorry!” before ducking away. You hear someone call for you, but you really don’t have time to deal with an offended person right now – not when yoU’RE LATE!!!

When you finally break free of the crowd and make it to the front of your building, you let yourself take a breather, one hand braced against your knee while the other continues to hold your umbrella over your head. Desperately drawing in air, you finally let your eyes drift open once again, sighing softly as you watch pink rain puddle at your feet. Ah, you’ve made it. Your eyes drift shut once more.

Then, they snap open.

Wait a minute. Pink rain? Pink puddles?

You chance a glance around, heart thumping painfully quickly in your chest – and let out a gasp of horror when you see the world bathed in shades of pink. The cars zooming past you? Pink. The people walking around you? Pink. You chance a glance at your hands.

Pink.

“No.” You murmur to yourself, hands beginning to shake as realization slowly dawns. “No, no, no, no! No way!”

Some passersby stare weirdly at you, no doubt thinking you somewhat crazy, but you can’t bring yourself to care right now. Not when the world is crumbling away beneath your feet. Not when all your dreams, your hopes, have been decimated in one clean hit.

Oh god no. You’ve found your soulmate. Or, more accurately, you did. But they’re long gone now, lost in the crowd. That warm skin, the decidedly male voice calling out to you… that must’ve been them, right? God, if you’d just – if you’d just waited or listened to them and stopped, then you would’ve been able to speak to your soulmate. You – you would’ve…

You tremble as your eyes sting, and suck in a sharp breath when you remember.

As much as you’d love to dissolve into tears, you’re going to need to get yourself together until you’re done with work. Once you’re back home, alone, and preferably swaddled in a blanket… then you can have your inevitable breakdown.

For now, you take in a deep breath and push back your shoulders. You’re going to do your job today and do it well. So what if everything you look at is going to remind you of an opportunity missed? So what if you’ll probably never see both colors and your soulmate again?

So… so what?

You shudder, choking back a sob, and walk inside, greeting the receptionist with a tiny grin. It’s all you can manage right now, really.

“Hi, I’m supposed to meet Mr. Kang at nine?”

The man working behind the counter looks up, visibly startled. Then, a slow smile spreads over his lips, transforming his face into something less stressed and much, much more youthful.

“Oh!” He beams at you. “You must be the new intern!”

You smile a little easier this time, though it’s still dampened by the fact that his hair, his eyes and his skin still look very pink to you. “Yes, that’s me.”

“Alright, let’s get you set up really quick.” He clacks quickly at his laptop. “You don’t need to be so nervous, by the way! Brian’s a big ol’ softie.”

Brian? Is that your Boss’ name?

“Here we go.” He presses a couple more buttons on his keyboard, before looking up at you expectantly, the light glinting off his glasses. Huh, it’s funny that even that’s pink. God, any more pink and you might actually throw up. “Could I have your phone number and an ID please?”

As you rattle it off, you let yourself observe how different everything looks, now that you can’t see normal colors anymore. The thought sends a pang through you, so you stop looking pretty quick.

And ah, right, you’re supposed to give him your ID. You slide your hand into your pocket, groping around for the old school ID you kept in there specifically for this purpose, though you come up blank. With a sigh of frustration, you pull out your wallet and find, thankfully, that you actually do have your license, which must be a blessing sent from the heavens.

The only blessing today, as it so happens.

The man grins cheerfully at you, quickly checking your identification before handing the card back to you, and you make sure to slide it back inside your wallet. You don’t need to deal with forgetting another ID – and a super relevant one too, this time.

“Okay, I’ll show you up then!” He stands up suddenly, and wow, he’s tall. “I’m Jae, by the way! Nice to meet you, intern!”

“Nice to meet you too.” You manage as you follow him, wondering whether he’s just allowed to leave his station unmanned like that. Well, it’ll help you out, so you suppose it shouldn’t matter. “Um, so is there anything else I should know about Mr. Kwon?”

You know, apart from ‘Brian’ being a softie?

“Hm…” Jae purses his lips in thought, lighting up. “Well, don’t call him Brian and you should be fine! He hates being called that at work, haha!”

Yeah. He even pronounced the ha-ha.

You stare at him in slight disbelief. If anything, this ridiculous guy serves as a great distraction from, well, everything else. Uncharted territory that should remain uncharted for as long as you say so: forever.

So, realistically speaking, not a long time. Once you’re done talking to this Brian guy, you just need to find the nearest bathroom stall to lock yourself in so you can drown in your tears. Yep. Sounds like a plan.

Jae suddenly stops short and it’s only because you looked up at just that moment that you don’t go crashing into him. “We’re here!” he announces helpfully. “Hey Brian!”

You only now look past him, finding a man sitting at a desk, clearly focused on something in his laptop. At Jae’s obnoxious shout, his head shoots up and he groans.

“Who’s Brian?” He grouses, and Jae just laughs cheerfully.

“Good question! Anyway, this is the intern you were telling me to keep an eye out for.” He sweeps his hand over you in a grand gesture, making you wince. “You’ll probably want to take it from here.”

“Yeah man, I got it. Thanks.” Brian – no, Mr. Kwon – waves Jae away and, with one last cheerful grin, the taller man’s gone. You’re all alone with your Boss now and—

God, this is nerve-wracking.

“So, there are some basic things you’ll need to do.” Brian stands, carrying some files with him. The dull awareness from before is gone now, and you snap to attention, automatically receiving the papers into your outstretched hands. “Since you’re just interning, and this is your first day, you’re not going to be doing anything particularly hands-on just yet.”

“Got it.” You nod, though you can’t help the tiny well of disappointment in your chest.

Brian notices, and smiles softly at you. “Hey. You’ll get there, don’t worry.”

“Yeah.” You grin, then heft your arms with the files still in them. “So, uh, what do I need to do with these?”

“Just go through them, fix up general issues like typos and grammar errors, if any.” Brian shrugs, before his face folds in thought. “And, what else… ah, right. The Boss isn’t in right now, but you’ll meet him later.”

Wait, what?

“Oh, alright!” You try and mask your surprise, though Brian clearly notices.

The smile on his face is wry. “You thought I was the Boss, didn’t you? I keep telling Jae to stop selling me like that, but he never listens.”

“Well.” You laugh, a little very harried at being read so easily. “You seem really capable.”

This time, the smile is a little more genuine. “Thanks. Your desk’s over there, so let me know if you need any help or if something seems unclear. If you ever need to go to the general workplace area – with all the other employees – that’d be one floor down.”

“Alright, thank you.” You quickly make your way to your (your!!) desk, setting the files down, followed by your bag and, finally your umbrella. The troublesome thing’s wet, you only now notice with dismay, but, luckily, you’ve kept a plastic bag on hand for this very purpose. Sometimes, being prepared can take you a long way.

Having work to do is actually a blessing in disguise. Sure, working sucks sometimes, but this is what you’re here to do – and it helps distract you somewhat. It’s still pretty difficult for you to completely forget, especially when the pink still encompasses your vision, making certain graphs difficult to read – but you notice how it already begins to fade, natural color slowly returning to your field of vision.

Maybe it’s a temporary thing, then? The pink goes away after some time if you haven’t met your soulmate?

…you don’t know if that makes you feel better or worse. Why not the best of both?

“How’s it coming along?” Time must have flown by pretty quickly because, by the time Brian calls out to you, it’s already past noon. “You should probably take a break soon.”

“Yeah, I’m almost done going through this report.” You hold up a page, like it’ll actually tell him anything of relevance. “Thanks for letting me know, Mr. Kwon!”

He hides a pleased smile, no doubt because you didn’t call him Brian, unlike Jae. “No problem. Ah, right, the Boss isn’t coming in today after all – he texted me a while ago, so. You don’t need to be on super-high alert today.”

Oh. You’re a little disappointed, but the relief at not having to make a fool of yourself just yet is far more overpowering. Thanking him, you set up wrapping up your report so you can get lunch.

If this is all you’re going to need to do while you’re here, then this is going to be a more uneventful internship than you previously thought.

The next couple of days pass the same way. Your Boss still hasn’t come to the office which, according to Brian, is pretty unusual.

“He’s probably just having an off week.” He shrugs. “He doesn’t usually miss any days, so it’s really alright, I think.”

An off-week, huh? You can empathize very much on that front. Though, really, calling your week ‘off’ would be an understatement; your week has literally gone to hell, and it’s never coming back. You managed to both find and lose your soulmate in a matter of minutes at the beginning of the week, and god, just thinking about it is enough to make you tear up again.

Why isn’t life ever fair?

The pink that used to encroach in your vision has all but disappeared, and it’s only the lightest shade of rose that dusts everything you see, almost none of those pretty lies left. Is it weird for you to miss it now that it’s gone?

“What’s got you so deep in thought?”

You startle when a voice slices in, curious. Swiveling around quickly, you breathe a sigh of relief when you realize it’s only Jae.

You didn’t need to sneak up on me, you want to say, but you bite back the words. Instead, you just sigh, “nothing, really. I was just zoning out.”

Which, you know, isn’t technically a lie.

“At work? Oh my.” Jae gasps softly, lifting a hand to his mouth in mock affront - like he hasn’t done the same thing over multiple instances. He seems a little too easy going but you tell yourself that, once your boss comes in, he’ll probably shut up a little.

(Alright, so you don’t exactly mind that he comes over constantly, but you feel like you should, you know?)

“Yes, yes.” You let yourself smile a little, dropping your cheek into your palm as you side-eye him. “Is there anything you need, or…?”

Jae smiles sheepishly at you. “Yeah, actually. Brian wanted me to go on a coffee run, but…”

Oh god. You barely manage to suppress a groan – you’ve actually been really happy that you haven’t had to do that just yet, but it looks like luck just isn’t on your side. Ugh.

“I’ll do it.” You offer in defeat – though is it really an offer when you’re aware you have no choice? Huh. “How many people is it for?”

“Six, not including you.” Jae beams happily at you. “You just need to get them up here, and I can take them to the guys downstairs no problem! And – ah, right – here’s a list so you don’t forget.”

He slides a paper onto your desk, grin turning sleazy for all of two seconds. “Thanks for the favor.”

“You owe me.” You feel brave enough to say, making Jae laugh in agreement.

Gathering the slip of paper in your palm, you get up, pulling on your coat once more. It isn’t raining, thank god, but it looks like it might, and it’s definitely cold right now. “I’ll see the both of you soon!”

Brian waves half-heartedly, and Jae sends you another thankful grin that you return wanly before you ride down to the first floor again. At least it’s Friday, you think optimistically in a bid to make yourself feel better. You can go home and just crash for the whole weekend, provided you don’t have any more work to do.

You mentally touch wood. You are not jinxing yourself, not today.

Making your way out of the building, you pause, blinking up at the cloudy sky with a sigh, before walking in the direction of the nearest coffee shop. You’ve got its location down by now, since, well. Coffee.

The shop looks a little busy, you realize as you duck inside, trying to avoid bumping into people who’re reveling in their own cups of coffee. Still, it’s alright. You can deal with this kind of crowd – it’s not as bad as it could have been.

When you finally, finally get to the front of the line, you manage to rattle off your orders without making a fool of yourself, so you count it as a win; the girl at the counter, however, looks confused so you end up giving her the slip of paper with everyone’s orders on it so she can ring you up.

Alright, so. It’s not a complete win, but as far as some things go, you think this is pretty damn good. It is. Especially given Jae’s completely ridiculous order.

You’re a little bored, though, when you stand off to the side in wait. You already know you’re going to be standing a long time, given how large your order is, but should you sit down…?

As you furiously debate over this (very, very important) subject in your head, you’re startled when someone clears their throat from behind you.

“Sorry!” You yelp, immediately shuffling to the side. “I didn’t mean to get in your way!”

“Oh, no, it’s nothing like that!” It’s a man’s voice, you realize, turning around to actually face said man. “I mean…”

You appraise him quickly, eyes immediately catching on the jut of his cheekbones that accentuate his jaw and small mouth. His hair looks soft, curling lightly at the ends, and his eyes seem warm, homey. Is it weird that that’s your immediate thought? It’s probably weird.

“Can I… uh, help you?” You ask cautiously, hoping you haven’t caught the attention of some creep. Your heart pounds a little nervously in your chest. You’ve never dealt with these things before! What if – what if he really is a creep? Or a stalker? What if he looks pretty but isn’t really, on the inside? What if he chats you up and kills you when you least suspect it? What if—

“I was wondering if this belongs to you?”

…what?

Narrowing your eyes, you take a look at what he’s holding in between the fingers of his outstretched hand. A glossy card, of sorts…

You lean over a little more, squinting hard at it – and then your eyes fly wide open.

That’s your old ID.

Your school ID, with the hideous picture printed out so clearly on the tin. Your old ID, which you’re pretty sure you lost for good. Your old ID…which you lost on That day.

The sudden rush of sadness that sweeps through you nearly sends you into a full-bodied shudder, but you thankfully manage to stop yourself from doing just that. Your mouth, though, still quirks downwards of its own volition and it’s only the knowledge that the man’s still patiently holding out the card for you that keeps you from your impending breakdown.

“So… is that a yes?” He tries hopefully, smiling awkwardly at you. God, he’s got such a pretty smile.

You mentally smack yourself. Back at it again with the weird thoughts, huh brain?

“Um, yeah, it is.” You carefully take your card back, wincing at the grainy picture of your freshman self. Yep, it’s just as ugly as you remembered. “Thanks! How… did you find this?”

There’s something odd about the way he looks at you, and it has your breath stuttering, hands beginning to clam up. “Well, someone bumped into me when I was on my way to work, and nearly bowled me over, when I saw your ID on the ground. I don’t think you noticed, since you seemed like you were in a rush.”

Oh. Oh god.

“How embarrassing.” You groan, unable to help the raging flush that begins to work its way over your face. “God, I’m so sorry – thanks for holding onto it for so long! It’s been – what, four or five days since then?”

The man laughs and, you know you’re being weird, but you stare anyway. He looks weirdly right, laughing like this. Like this is what he’s meant to be doing. And he has a really funny laugh – and a really loud one too, gosh, is everyone staring at the both of you now?

I DON’T KNOW THIS MAN. You try to telepathically project, but you don’t think it works. People continue to give the two of you an odd look, every now and then.

Well, it was worth a shot, even if it didn’t work. But now, you need to find a way to politely excuse yourself from this conversation and yeet out of here.

“Yeah, it’s been a while. I don’t know why I’ve held onto it for so long either – I should’ve probably gone to a police station instead? I don’t really know how all of those things work.” The man rambles on, waving his hands rather expressively. “But man, you were really in a rush that day! I called out to you and everything, but you still didn’t notice – which is pretty impressive, people tell me my voice can be really loud when I want it to be.”

Whoever told you that isn’t wrong, you think wryly to yourself, before you pause and rewind. Wait. Hold up. He said he called out for you that day?

Could he be…?

Then, you chance a glance at him as he continues to steamroller through the rest of his monologue, mentally shaking your head. Nah. There’s no way your soulmate could be this kind of dork.

“—and quite frankly, I wasn’t really having the best day either, since I somehow managed to find my soulmate and lose them simultaneously within a minute.” He shakes his head ruefully, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. “So I guess I wasn’t thinking all too clearly—”

“Wait, you said you missed your soulmate?” You blurt out, deciding it would be appropriate to interrupt him. Your heart’s beating painfully loudly in your ears, threatening to wash out the rest of the world entirely, save for the weird dude who’s looking so quizzically at you.

“Sorry, I’m probably overstepping, aren’t I—?”

“Could you touch me?” You blurt out.

And then —

You freeze.

He freezes.

The both of you freeze.

You briefly wonder if you can dig a hole for yourself with a straw. Sure, it seems impossible, but so did the idea that you’d be able to make a bigger fool of yourself than usual. Never say never, right?

“E-Excuse me?” His ears begin to turn red and he smiles a little hysterically at you.

You probably look a little hysterical too, you figure, so you can forgive him that. You certainly feel that way.

“Th-that’s not what I meant!” You rush to explain, hating yourself for tripping over your words like this. “It’s just – I just wanted you to hold my hand?”

Yeah, because that sounds so much better.

He stares at you, smile dropping. Clearly, he’s regretting ever approaching you.

“I promise I’m not a creep, I just – need to know something.” You cast your eyes down, embarrassment overtaking your features. “I—”

“Got it.” He chuckles lightly, holding out a hand; and there’s something strange in his eyes now, almost like hope. His smile’s back, unwavering, and you might stare at it a little dopily for a while before you finally see his outstretched palm. “You can touch, if you’d like.”

“Yeah.” You breathe out, slowly reaching out your hand, fingers almost brushing against his palm—

“Order for __________!” You startle at the sound of your name, fingers jerking back. You meet his eyes apologetically, quickly turning to grab your coffees, balancing the holders precariously in your hands.

“Sorry about that.” You say downcast. Hands now occupied, there’s absolutely no way you’re going to be able to touch him.

“It’s alright.” He shakes his head with a softer curve to his mouth, before steadily flushing. “Do you – could I maybe touch you? Maybe?”

Ignoring the fact that he’s just used ‘maybe’ twice in a row, you feel your throat tighten. Unable to verbalize a response, you just nod, heart flying up to your throat.

Slowly, he reaches out a hand, carefully brushing his fingers over the bare skin of your shoulder, and then—

The world dims, falling away. All you can see – all you can feel – is his hand, the warmth of his slender fingers as they press gently against your skin.

“It really is you.” His voice swims over the roaring in your ears and everything’s perfect, you actually found him and then—

There’s a splash, and searing heat along the hem of your trousers.

You gasp as he yelps, staring in mortification at the toppled cups of coffee, with most of the drink having splashed over your pants.

Of course. Of course. Of course!!!

Your hands just couldn’t hold on for two seconds, could they?

“Are you okay?” His voice sounds out hurriedly as he rushes to get you some napkins. Quickly making his way back, he dabs at your arm, making you blink dazedly. You didn’t realize some splashed on your arm, too. “Oh my god, I wasn’t thinking when I just went and touched you like that.”

You don’t move, don’t say anything, eyes entirely fixated on the soft curls of his rosy hair, tracking over the pinking flesh of his sloped neck.

“You’re pink.” You finally manage to say dumbly. “You – you’re pink.”

“I guess I am.” He agrees with a little laugh, crouching down to the floor to continue to press his napkins to your clothes – and it’s only then that your body propels into motion. You drop down beside him quickly, refuting when he protests, saying you can do it yourself. It’s your mistake, after all.

And, while mortification eats at you, you can hardly even notice it over your elation.

You’ve found him. You’ve found him. You’ve finally found him.

“I can’t believe it.” You say quietly, ignoring the fact that the two of you should probably move aside to someplace more private instead of hindering the rest of the customers. You’re far too exalted, caught up in your head from the waves of pink that layer everything you lay your eyes on – except, this time, there’s someone who’s seeing this with you.

And that makes something bright and beautiful just bloom in your chest.

The smile he gives you only makes it unfurl; sweet and gentle, just like him.

“Neither can I.” He pats your shoulder, a tiny laugh erupting from his throat – but it rings around your mind, full and rich. “Let’s take this outside, alright?”

“Right.” You nod quickly, clambering to your feet with an apologetic smile at one of the baristas who’s waiting patiently to mop up the mess. “Sorry about that.”

He frowns at the remains of your coffee, taking a quick sip from his own cup – when did he even get that? – and seeming to arrive at some kind of decision.

“I’ll re-order for you.” He nods decisively, making you turn to him, flustered.

“You don’t have to do that!”

“I want to.” He shrugs. “It was half my fault this happened anyway, so it’s on me.”

“There’s a lot of orders.” You say warningly.

He shrugs again, like it’s habitual. “I have a lot of money.”

Oh wow. From anyone else, those words would sound cocky, but he says it matter-of-factly because that’s exactly what it is. A fact.

Is it weird you find that attractive?

“If you say so.” You murmur, ducking your head down as you hand the slip of paper to him. “Thanks.”

“Aw, are you shy?” He teases, making your head shoot up. “That’s alright, I—”

He pauses, brows furrowing when he reads the slip. You uncertainly reach out a hand to take it back, figuring he’s probably changed his mind, but he just shakes his head.

“Do you…” He shifts, clearly uncomfortable. “Are you currently working at someplace nearby?”

“Oh, yeah, at Kim Entertainment.” You say happily, not minding parting with this information since he’s – y’know – your soulmate. Oh god, you’ve actually done it, you’ve found your soulmate. “I just started interning there at the beginning of the week. It’s actually why I was in such a rush when we first met!”

“Oh. Huh.” He mutters something else under his breath that you can’t quite catch, and still has that strange look on his face. “I see.”

You bite your lip. “Is something wrong?”

He looks up quickly, evidently startled. “What? No, of course not! I was just surprised, that’s all – let’s get those coffees, yeah?”

“Sounds good.” You beam at him, before your smile drops. “Wait, I don’t know your name!”

“Ah.” His eyes grow wide, before he grins. “It’s Jongdae. Nice to meet you, _________.”

“How do you know my name?” You gasp in surprise as the two of you slip back into the line. “Are you – are you a stalker?”

“What? No! It was on the ID you dropped!”

When the two of you finally return to the company building, you smile at him.

“I’m glad I found you.” You say shyly. “I was – I was pretty sad because I thought I lost you.”

“I was pretty much the same way, yeah. Even took a whole week off because I couldn’t even walk the same route without remembering.” Jongdae’s smile slips a little, but he quickly shakes it off. “It’s nice to know you longed so desperately for me, though.”

“Like you weren’t the same!” You protest hotly, cheeks burning as the two of you file into the elevator. “You literally just said you were the same way!”

“Touché.” He remarks, which makes absolutely no sense, but you figure you can let this one go since he’s your soulmate and all. You admire the pretty pink patterns running along the carpeted floor as the both of you step out into the hallway.

“Right.” You snort.

He only turns to stick his tongue out teasingly before he rushes up ahead – you squawk in protest and bolt after him, giggles erupting from your lips as you let yourself enjoy the moment.

Then you hear his voice.

“I’m baaack~!” He sings, loudly and perfectly in tune. “Did you guys miss me?”

“No!” That’s Brian’s – Mr. Kang’s – voice, you realize. And then stop short.

Hold on.

You never even questioned why Jongdae strutted into the building like he owned the place, too caught up in your conversation and the elation at finally finding your soulmate. Now, though, as you listen to them squabble, you’re struck with slow-forming realization.

It can’t be…

“________! Where are you?” That’s Jongdae’s voice and you realize, slowly, that he knew. So that’s why he was so stumped by your coffee order – it’s because he’s clearly seen it before.

“Right here.” You say dryly, shooting your amused soulmate a deadened look. “I’ll be at my desk if you need me.”

“Hey, none of that!” The shy, cute stranger is now gone, replaced by this smirking little tease. Oh god, you can’t believe you fell for his cutesy act, you could hit yourself.

“You two know each other, Boss?” Brian asks curiously from his desk, eyes flitting between the two of you. Jae blinks, not moving from his perch on Brian’s desk.

Jongdae grins broadly, teeth showing, and you already know he’s going to say something like—

“’Course we do! She’s my soulmate!”

And there’s so much the two of you need to talk about, so much you still need to discuss now that you know he’s your Boss and soulmate, but... that’s alright, you figure. Maybe it’s the soft rose that shades his profile, casting a soft glow over everything you see – or maybe the way your colleagues’ jaws drop – but, you think to yourself, this soulmate thing might be a whole lot better than you thought it would.

Jongdae turns to grin at you, clearly proud of himself – and the sight of it makes butterflies erupt in your stomach, giddiness overtaking you at how soft the world seems to be, now that you’ve found him. You never thought you’d get your second chance, but now that you have…

It’s all so worth it.

As the cold, icy season has come to melt, The spring days I awaited bloom once again.

- Kim Jongdae, April and a Flower

Written By: Midnight!

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[99liners]

balter — shs;

balter (v.) to become tangled.

pairings: shin hoseok x female reader 

words: 2064

genre: fluff

keyword/phrase: spring rain

fic exchange for: @flora-jimin​

a/n: i know you mentioned three biases hehe but i chose wonho out of them cause he fits the role best uwu

just like you didn’t know when you were two that you’d become an advocate when you grow older, similarly, you had no idea that by the time you’re twenty-five, you’d find yourself as the head of the legal team in starship entertainment. 

you were twenty-three and just fresh out of university when during campus interviews, you landed yourself a job at the aforementioned entertainment company.

at first, you weren’t really sure about the job offer, but it surely was the one which paid the most among all the offers you’d received. you were young and needed both experience and the money before joining a law firm for better influence. 

and you’d be lying if you say that your job has been dull cause it has been nothing but exciting. only cause of one reason, a string of stolen kisses and glances between you and a fellow co-worker. he wasn’t a coworker in the sense that he worked with you, more like he worked under the same label.

it all started when there arose an issue regarding copyright infringement with one of monsta x’s songs.

it was your second year into the job when the case was filed and you were entrusted with it.

you knew about monsta x but till date, you never met them cause the executive branch of the company has no business with the idols unless there arises a situation like it did for you and your client.

spring had finally arrived in korea, where the freezing winter vanishes and you see the sun in the sky more, the green growing and the flowers blooming. you love the feeling of warming days and finally being able to shed down layers of jackets in exchange for colourful knits surely made you happy.

finishing your morning routine, you grabbed your trench coat and wore it over your uniform — a plaid down white shirt tucked in your black tailored pants paired with a pair of louis vuitton oxford shoes. you grabbed the case files from the table and shoved them haphazardly inside your laptop case and headed out.

it seemed livelier now that spring was finally here, though the skies were gloomy and your fingers were still frozen, the sun rose earlier and set a little later every day. the temperature finally rose from the deadly zero centigrade.

you waived a cab and got on it. along the way, you saw people wearing lighter clothes, no more puffy jackets during the day but colourful and brights knits and cardigans. a smile spread over your lips which disappeared the next moment when you raised your left wrist to check the time and realized you’d forgotten to wear your watch in the first place. this is the first time that you forgot to wear your watch, the same watch you’ve been wearing since you started university, approximately, six years ago. 

you frowned because you weren’t sure why exactly you forgot to wear it and were brought out of your reverie when your cab stopped indicating that you’d reached the court. 

after paying the driver, you walked towards the entrance and were about to enter the compound when you noticed a black van pulling up and two men stepping out. one of them was your client, dressed in a freshly pressed black shirt tucked in his black pants. he adorned a face mask and was being escorted towards where you were by the other man, his manager when you noticed the paparazzi already gathered and posing various questions. they always have to pop up even though the case isn’t even that controversial for news headlines.

walking to your client you walked with him and turned to the paps in a commanding voice, “my client has no statements to make, thank you,” you smiled and walked with him inside the court compound.

“i’m y/n, your attorney,” you smiled a bit offering your hand.

wonho’s hand touched yours and only reminded you of how cold it really had been all these days for his hand was really cold and sent goosebumps to the small of your back, “shin hoseok. thank you for representing me.”

the cold had a certain warmth with it because you hesitated for a second when retracting your hand for it felt colder to lose contact, “there’s nothing to thank, sir. it’s my job.”

wonho opened his mouth to say something but was cut short when your junior came and whispered to you that it was time to appear in the court.

you nodded at wonho and headed towards the courtroom with wonho and their manager at your heels.

your move during the proceedings proved fruitful as the court accepted the papers for proof and adjourned the judgement to the next date.

“it’s a win, don’t worry. also, you won’t need to come in for the next day,” you addressed wonho as you two walked out of the courtroom side by side.

“thanks. you’re good, really.”

“in my defence, it’s an easy case especially when you know your client is innocent.”

wonho chuckled a bit, his lips creaking sideways to a soft smile. well, at least he smiled, you thought.

after bidding a farewell to them, you started walking about of the court compound and as if on cue, it started raining.

damn the spring rain.

and as if on the second cue, wonho walked and stood beside you, the smile on his face a little more prominent, “if i may offer you a ride?”

you looked at him, startled for a second cause his movements were quiet as a mouse and you never noticed him coming up and standing beside you.

you nodded smiling too, “yes, that would be amazing.”

wonho bowed his head in a gentlemanly manner and opened the door for you, “i’m taking that you’re headed to the company office?”

you got in. and once he was in too, you nodded, “yeah, that’s where i work.”

wonho nodded in response.

the rest of the ride went silent, with you two exchanging awkward glances every time you made eye contact, that was until the car seemed to stop all of a sudden.

you tried looking out but the car had tinted glass for the artists’ privacy.

wonho looked up at you from his phone, “oh must be the traffic.”

you exhaled a sigh in response, “i see.”

five minutes passed.

so did ten minutes.

and soon it was another ten more minutes of you and wonho just staring at each other and smiling every time as if you guys just met at that moment.

“so, um, what exactly do you do?” 

“i beg your pardon?” you stared at him with a funny face.

“no i meant, i know you’re an advocate. but like, what exactly it is you do for our company?”

you chuckled, “what do you think advocates do?”

“fight other lawyers in the court?” wonho offered unsure, his face laced with laughter.

you giggled, your nose scrunching up and wonho could swear his heart skipped a beat. your eyes were like the crescents of the moon, fitting the rise of your cheeks as your smile grew wider, your tongue stuck between the rows of your teeth and he just wanted to capture that moment and fix it in a frame.

well now that he thinks of it, you’re beautiful. he was too sour in a mood in the morning to properly notice or register anything but you really are beautiful and the appearance of yours, dressed in a perfectly pressed suit, the blazer hugging all the curves of your body and the trench coat completing the look like the missing puzzle.

wonho was brought out of his reverie when he heard you talking.

“company attorneys are like normal lawyers you see on the television, the only difference is, our main job is drafting. we draft the company laws according to our company needs, like you know, drawing out the papers for some transaction or some contracts. and when issues arise in the court of law, we head to the court and like you said, we fight the opposition lawyers.”

wonho listened intently and nodded after a while, “makes sense.”

“hope it does, won’t want to sit around a table doing nothing all day.”

wonho chuckled and the car started with a jerk, almost speeding.

“looks like you’ll be visiting the court again for the parking tickets.”

you winked, “don’t worry, i’ll save you the ride to the court for this petty violation.”

and it was at that moment that he realized he couldn’t be grinning any wider. like he just physically couldn’t and oddly enough, he was happy the reason behind his smile was: you. he hadn’t even known you for hardly more than a few hours but boy, was he enchanted. he loved your confidence and your quirkiness, you knew your stuff also, you sure knew how to brighten up the day.

by the time you both stepped out of the car, the rain had stopped and the sun was coming up again giving way to the light over the gloom the rain brought. the leaves of the trees were still shedding the water clustered on them, a few fell right where you put your feet down making the louis vuitton sign on your shoes looking a bit enlarged at places.

you looked sideways to bid farewell to wonho before heading to work but he was talking to the manager. frowning a bit, you started walking towards the entrance of the building quietly.

“miss y/n?”

you looked back at once when you heard wonho’s newly familiar voice.

“yes?” your frown was gone and the smile was back again.

“can we get a cup of coffee together sometime? maybe tonight when you’re free from work?”

you grinned, scrunching your nose all over again as you nodded looking at your feet, “yes please, that would be nice.”

wonho just stood there blushing before his manager came up behind him and reminded him that he had practice.

he waved wordlessly before walking inside the building. you blinked at him, a kind of reassurance, you weren’t reassuring him but it was just a gesture, a gesture which meant more than words.

two years have passed since that day, you thought as you dried the clean, wet dishes that wonho was handing over to you.

wonho noticed your gaze, “hey, what are you thinking about so hard, baby?”

you blinked exhaling and changed your gaze to look at him, “just of all the times you lied to me.”

wonho raised an eyebrow, a smug plastered on his face as he huffed, “i? me? wonho the shin hoseok? lied to you?”

you laughed, “yes you did!”

“name one time!” wonho challenged you, sprinkling some of the soap water on your face.

“well, you lied to me the first day we met! you said you’d be taking me out for coffee, but instead, as far as i remember, you invited me over to your dorm and had me interrogated by your six members!”

“they just wanted to be sure before i went out with you.”

“they were so cute i swear, it was like i was taking permission from your parents to take you out for a night.”

wonho nodded chuckling, cleaning the rest of the dishes.

after finishing the dishes, wonho walked to the couch switching on the tv to watch some netflix, the daily routine of yours before sleep. you joined him soon after switching off the lights.

wonho’s arm was draped around your shoulder, your face on his chest moving up and down with every breath he took.

as the movie, spring rain, ended and the credits rolled in, you finally spoke up, your voice still husky due to the two hours of inactivity, “spring rain. a nice name. remember it was raining when we first met?” you looked up at him.

wonho leaned down placing a soft lingering kiss on your lips, “yes it was.”

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- jaimie

© 𝟫𝟫𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝟐𝟎𝟣𝟫. 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃.

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[today-we-will-survive]

moodboard made by me

Title: Spring Is Here (And It’s Trying To Kill You)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Y/N ft. OT6

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.5K

A/N: This is a fic for @njssi for @kwritersworld Spring Fic Exchange! My keyword for this fic was “Pollen Allergies”. I hope you enjoy 💜

It’s supposed to be a fun, relaxing day with your best friends, celebrating the end of the cold months and hanging out before they go back on tour but you can’t help the uneasy feeling that’s growing in the pit of your stomach as you look around the field at the tiny specks floating on the breeze. Those evil little balls of fluff and pollen are your worst enemies, and here you are completely unarmed. Of course the ONE day you probably need your allergy medication the most is the day you forget it. Gooooooood job.

“Y/N!” You tear your already itchy eyes away from the dastardly floating specks to find Hoseok grabbing stuff out of the back of the van. “Could you help me real quick?”

Namjoon, Seokjin and Yoongi are occupied trying to set up the canopy over by the picnic table, and if you weren’t already feeling miserable, you’d be enjoying the laughable sight of their struggle but as of right now, you’re just trying to keep the inevitable sneeze in as you make your way to the back of the van. The three maknaes are busy setting up a volleyball net—correction, Jungkook and Taehyung are pretending to have a sword fight with two halves of the poles while Jimin sits on the ground tangled up in the net, watching helplessly.

“Are you feeling okay, Y/N?” Hoseok asks when you get to him, his own eyes filled with concern, surely over the way yours are watering.

“Yeah, yeah,” you say and sniff hard to try and keep your nose from dripping. Though, you’re pretty sure the sniffing just makes it more obvious that you aren’t, in fact, okay. “Uh…I forgot my allergy medication.”

Hoseok looks around at the field. “And you agreed to come here?” he asks in disbelief. “This is probably the worst place for you to be without your meds.”

“Well, I wanted to hang out with you guys,” you say. “This might be the last time I get to before you leave for your tour next month.”

Hoseok sets down the bags he was holding and puts an arm over your shoulder. “You know we wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye to you,” he says. “Jungkookie would never let us hear the end of it.”

You pull out of the hug to meet your friend’s eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Uh, nothing,” he says unconvincingly. “Why don’t you go help Yoongi-hyung and the others with the canopy?”

Your burning eyes narrow in suspicion and you purse your lips as you look at him. “Ooookay,” you finally say. You want to remark on the fact that he was the one to ask you to come help him in the first place but he’s already grabbed more than he should be carrying and speed walking to the picnic table.

With a quick press of your palms against your eyes, you wipe away the tears that are forming and sniff again. Of course, this just adds to the pressure already building in your sinuses. This day is not going to go well. But, when are you going to be able to see your best friends again before they leave for six months? Though maybe “see them” is the wrong term to use since everything and everyone around you is now just a bright blur. You let out a congested sigh and make your way miserably over to where the two oldest and their leader are looking down confusedly at the heap of tarp and poles on the ground.

It takes a bit of delegating and you explaining to Seokjin that he has been trying to read the german instructions but eventually, the canopy is up and moved over the top of the picnic table. The volleyball net has finally been raised as well and while Seokjin and Yoongi start on lunch, Jungkook and Hoseok argue over who gets who on their teams.

“Really? You’re going to make me take RM?” Hoseok whines.

Namjoon lets a loud scoff. “Wah! I’m not that bad!”

“Last time you somehow managed you give Tae and yourself a concussion with just one serve!” Hoseok yells back.

“That took talent,” Taehyung adds from where he stands hanging on the net beside Jimin.

“Alright!” Jungkook says over the top of them. “I’ll take RM-hyung but I also get Y/N.”

You look up from the hole you’ve been digging into the dirt with the toe of your sneaker and squint through the allergenic haze that clouds your vision. “What?” you ask with a hard sniff. “Me? I’m not even that good.”

Hoseok elbows Jungkook in the ribs. “Yeah, JK, she isn’t even that good.”

Jungkook just shrugs and if you could actually see anything, you’d notice the pink that has started to tinge his ears.

It’s true. You aren’t very good. But at least you aren’t a hazard like Namjoon tends to be. The game goes pretty much how you thought it would. Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung absolutely demolish you and usually a loss this epic would cause Jungkook to pout but he seems in good spirits, taking any opportunity to get close to you, lifting a blurry hand to exchange high fives or diving for the ball at the same time you attempt to go for it just so he can catch his balance by wrapping his arms around your middle for support or to keep you from falling.

By the time lunch is ready, your head feels like it’s completely full of cotton, your nose is red and raw from you constantly wiping at it and the guys keep giving you lingering gazes from around the table. You can imagine each stare is filled with concern but you can’t actually see their expressions. Any time one of them offers to take you back home, you cut them off, saying your fine and trying your hardest not to look so pitiful, letting your aching face stretch into a smile and batting your lashes in an attempt to hide the fact that your eyes make you look completely stoned out.

Once lunch is over, the boys opt to play some more volleyball but the idea of expending even more energy when you feel so crappy doesn’t sound good to you. Instead you try and make yourself as comfortable as you can on the quilt spread over the grass—which probably isn’t the best idea but your allergies can’t possibly get any worse, plus you’re already down and your eyes are closed and the grass is so soft beneath the blanket and you find yourself drifting off.

You don’t know how long you’re out for when a sudden shift right beside you has your eyes snapping open to find Jungkook’s looking back at you.

“Hi,” he says cheerily and you can’t help but give him a sleepy smile in response.

“You win this time?”

“Of course,” he says and flips over onto his stomach, flopping back down with a grunt. “RM-hyung wasn’t on my team this time.” Then he peers up at you from beneath his dark bangs. “I’m sorry you’re feeling so cruddy.”

“It’s okay,” you say closing your eyes with a sigh. “It’s what I get for being so forgetful this morning.”

“Do you need me to drive you to the store to get some stuff?”

Your eyes pop back open and you stare at the boy. Why didn’t you think of that? It’s not like you’re fifty miles from civilization. In fact, you passed a convenience store probably twenty minutes away. You let out a groan. “I’m an idiot,” you utter and bring your hand up to your forehead.

Jungkook gets up with a laugh. “It happens to the best of us,” he says then reaches down to offer you his hand.

You take it and let him pull you to your feet but he doesn’t let go once you’re up. In fact, you notice his fingers clasp tighter around yours a bit as you walk toward the van.

“So, Hoseok said something interesting when we got here earlier,” you say.

Jungkook reaches out and pulls on the door handle, opening the door so you can climb in. “Oh yeah?” he asks. “And what’s that?”

Suddenly, you feel a tickle way up in your nasal passage and before you can stop yourself, a string of violent sneezes rattles through you, your hands coming up to catch anything that may otherwise fly out of your nose. By the time you’re done, tears are streaming from your eyes and your palms are wet with what you can only assume is the grossest smattering of snot and you lift your head slowly to meet Jungkook’s eyes. He just gawks back at you in silence.

“Uh…maybe tell me once we get you that medication,” he says finally.

You just nod, your hands still cupped over your nose and mouth and you climb into the passenger seat. As Jungkook makes his way around the front to the drivers seat, you search frantically for anything to wipe your nose and hands on and when he reaches the other side and opens the door, he smiles amusedly as you stare back at him with a crumpled wad of fast food napkins pressed against your face.

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[flora-jimin]

Petals In The Wind

Pairing: Writer!Jin x Botanist! Namjoon

Genre: Fluff| Very light angst | Smut

Word Count: 6.3k

Prompt: Cherry Blossoms

Rating: 18+ (bc of the smut, thats about it)

Summary:  Jin, a young writer in Seoul has always had problems writing in the Spring. He can’t seem to find any inspiration, even in the season where many others write of love and flowers in bloom. Everything changes when he meets a young, handsome aspiring botanist named Namjoon.

A/N: @kimlinebiased Hey honey! This is your gift uwu. Also I know the prompt was Cherry Blossoms but I suppose I got a little carried away with the plum blossoms too, huh? Please enjoy and let me know what you think c’:

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Kim Seokjin never considered Spring to be one of his favorite seasons. It rained too much for his liking and despite the fact that it gave him ample opportunities to flourish and write, the artist found that the very concept of Spring was overrated and overused. Jin believed there weren’t many things that could inspire him to actually finish his work in Spring, and that the season would just be a dead zone of sorts as far as his writing went.

Until that day.

He had been in a cafe he frequented often, staring at the blinking cursor on his screen. It had been taunting him for over two hours now and Jin was calling it close to quitting when he saw him the first time. Half-lidded eyes drifted over to the window, not expecting anything to really catch his attention when he saw a man standing beneath a tree.

Jin stared at him, watching as the tall man in a brown coat stood beneath the pre-bloomed tree, his eyes calm and serene as he admired the soft pinks of the cherry blossom buds. His hair was an ash blonde, with the wind sweeping his bangs over his forehead. Jin watched as his eyes slid closed, his face still tilted up towards the tree, as if he was taking in all the energy the unbloomed tree had to offer.

The author wasn’t aware how long he sat there staring at the man, brows furrowed at how hard his heart thumped.

He wasn’t doing anything. He was just standing there under a cherry blossom tree. It wasn’t even in bloom.

...he was beautiful.

“Hyung?”

“Aish!” Jin startled, putting a hand to his chest as he watched his close friend and fellow writer Taehyung sit down across from him. He sent Jin an apologetic smile, barely stifling the small laugh that bubbled out of his chest from how easily he could startle his hyung.

“Ah, you rascal! Didn’t I tell you about sneaking up on me?!” Jin barked, pointing a finger in Tae’s direction. Taehyung only widened his smile, sliding over an Americano to soothe his hyung’s embarrassment.

“To be fair, I did say hello, but you seem very intent on staring out of that window so I left to get us drinks and you still didn’t notice me.” He explained, fingers tapping around the little alpaca logo on the cup in between his hands.

“Why are you staring so intensely out of that window, by the way? Looking for some inspiration?” Tae pressed, his own eyes drifting out of the window to see the unbloomed tree. Jin frowned and looked out of the window again, brows pinching together when he noticed the man from before wasn’t there anymore.

His shoulders slumped without him noticing and he let out a slightly disappointed sigh.

“Ah...he’s gone…” Jin trailed off, the disappointment evident in his voice. Taehyung blinked and looked out of the window, confusion all over his face.

“Who?” he inquired. Jin snapped back into reality and blushed, looking down at his keyboard.

“Aish, why are you such a nosy junior? Don’t you have some writing to do yourself?” He huffed, clearly deflecting attention away from himself. Taehyung took it in stride, taking a long sip of his Americano.

“You’re right. Maybe I should find someone to dreamily stare out of a window at, too. Just like you, Hyung~”

-4 Days Later-

Jin stuck his hands deep in his pockets as he walked home, unable to get the image of that smiling man from the other day out of his head. He couldn’t figure out why that simple image of the man under the unbloomed cherry blossom tree had left such an impression on him. Tae had playfully made fun of him at every possible opportunity about how he always seemed to be gazing out of windows as if he were looking for someone.

Jin realized the absurdity of it all, constantly looking for a stranger he had never met before. Besides, Seoul was huge and it wasn’t like he’d easily find him again.

Or so he thought.

As he rounded the corner, making his way to the building his studio was located inside, he saw that familiar coat again. He paused, seeing the man had stopped in front of the tree just outside of Jin’s complex. A light bulb went out in his head, and Jin remembered that the tree outside the buildings were also blossoms of some sort.

The man was gazing up at the hot pink flowers with a small, dimpled smile, his hands in his pockets. Jin walked up to him, standing beside him.

“They’re pretty.” Jin was the first one to start conversing. The way the other man jolted, told Jin he hadn’t even noticed the writer had walked up to him in the first place. Putting a hand over his heart, the man turned towards him, eyes wide behind the black frame of his glasses.

“Sorry I scared you. My name is Kim Seokjin. I live in this complex.” Jin suppressed a chuckle as he extended a hand to the other man. Having relaxed his rapidly beating heart, the man shook his hand, sending him a small, dimpled smile.

“Kim Namjoon. I’m not trespassing, am I? I saw these plum blossoms and I wanted to enjoy them a bit before I continue my walk, but I don’t want to disturb anyone.” He shuffled, glancing around to see if there were any angry residents that didn’t want him there.

“What? No, no, you’re not trespassing. Not many people stop and stare at these flowers. They’re around for a long time compared to Cherry Blossoms, so no one gives them too much of a thought. I just thought it was interesting that you were giving them such attention.” Jin explained. It was a half-lie, but he couldn’t exactly tell this stranger he had seen him out of a coffee shop window and had been unconsciously thinking about and hoping he’d bump into him again. That would be a bit more than uncomfortable, no doubt.

Namjoon stuck his hands in his pockets, looking up at the hot pink petals.

“Nature is beautiful year round. All of these blossoms should be appreciated and admired. Not just the fleeting ones like Cherry Blossoms.” He mused, closing his eyes and taking a deep inhale, the fragrant scent bringing a smile to his face again.

Jin felt his heart skip for a moment, and bit his lip, looking up at the brightly colored tree.

Time and time again, he walked past this tree, thinking nothing of the blossoms. But now he took everything in. The blossoms were small, though there were many of them in number, painting the branches with a lovely, vibrant hot pink color. Every time the wind blew, the two got a sweet whiff of the aromatic flowers.

It brought a smile to Jin’s face without him noticing.

After what seemed like a peaceful eternity, Namjoon rolled his neck, turning to Jin.

“I’ll be leaving now. Thank you for not calling me some kind of flower-sniffing weirdo.” Namjoon bowed. Jin blinked in surprise, only managing a small bow and a muttered ‘oh, goodbye Namjoon-issi’ before he watched the man walk away.

“....Shit, I didn’t get a number.” Jin cursed, a frustrated hand moving through his hair. He drug himself into his complex, fishing his keys out of his pockets. After he let himself into his apartment, he shuffled over to his window, sitting by the table he’d set up near it.

His fingers tapped against the table for a minute or two, trying to figure out what he should do now that he’d blown his chance to ask Namjoon for his number.

The writer still couldn’t place what it was about Namjoon that made him so interested to know more. Idly, his gaze drifted out of the window as the sun began to set, falling on the form of that familiar plum tree.

Something went off in his head and he sat up, moving to grab his laptop out of his bag. His foot tapped as he opened it, creating a blank document. A wide smile spread across his lips as his fingers began to fly across the keys. That day, Jin wrote a short story of a mysterious, yet gentle man bathed in the light of the sun, surrounded by the lovely scent of plum blossoms.

-2 Days Later-

“Woah, Hyung, this is really good!”

Jin sat back in his chair as Taehyung read over his work in the coffee shop. The younger man’s eyes flew over the lines, absently taking sips of his iced latte every now and again. Jin shuffled slightly, worried his work would come off as cliche and overused.

Tae finally reached where Jin had left off with his writing, sitting back in his chair and finally making eye contact with his friend.

“Where did this come from, Hyung?” He inquired as they both stood up. They exited the shop after Jin tucked away his laptop, intending to meet up with a few more friends for dinner. Jin wrapped his fingers around the strap of his carrier bag.

“I met someone. I guess...I got inspired after meeting him.” He mused. Taehyung stopped walking in front of him abruptly and the taller man nearly collided with his back. Tae whirled around, his puppy-like eyes narrowed curiously.

“You got a boyfriend? When? Why didn’t you tell me?” he pressed.

“What are you talking about? I don’t have a boyfriend!” Jin huffed, gently pushing him to get him to start walking again. Taehyung blinked, a confused frown coming to his face as he began walking.

“But...you said you met a guy…” He trailed off. Jin sent him a look out of  the corner of his eye,ignoring the blush to his cheeks.

“Yeah...He was the one I saw in the shop that one day I was staring out of the window. I saw him again a couple of days later and got to talk to him a bit. I guess I felt inspired after that.” He told him hurriedly, glossing over the fact that he had been secretly hoping he could bump into Namjoon every day since he first saw him. Taehyung hummed, tapping his chin.

“That’s so weird… reading your writing, I figured you’d fallen in love or something.” He mused.

Jin nearly tripped over his own two feet.

“L-Love? I didn’t say anything about love in my writing-”

“You didn’t have to. It’s fairly obvious with the way you’re describing things that you’re fond of this nameless character you’ve created. Plus, I’ve never seen you write so vividly, hyung.” He teased, ducking away from Jin’s hand as the older writer moved to flick him.

“Yah! Are you saying I’m not normally as descriptive, you brat?!” He snapped, brow twitching when Tae sent him a toothy smile before disappearing into the restaurant. Jin muttered something about annoying hoobaes as he walked in after him.

“Hello. Table for two?” There was a waitress that greeted them as soon as they walked in. Jin and Taehyung bowed politely to her before the oldest spoke.

“No, we have a reservation for 7pm, it should be under the name Min Yoongi?” he informed her, watching as she nodded and told them to hold on a moment. She perked at the name and nodded.

“Right! The party of seven! Come, follow me.” She beckoned them to follow her as she tucked two menus under her arm, making her way deeper into the restaurant. Tae and Jin exchanged a look.

“Seven?”

Nethertheless, they followed her until they saw a familiar head of burgundy hair. Yoongi was seated at a both, idly talking to Hoseok, another close friend of theirs. The waitress left the four men alone once they were seated.

“If I knew you were going to take us to such an expensive restaurant, I would have brought more money on me, hyung.” Taehyung complained, shooting the man across the table from him a pout. Hoseok smiled, settling his chin on his cheek.

“I talked him into it. I wanted to celebrate since our Yoongi got his first collab.” He beamed.

Yoongi’s cheeks went a light tint of pink as he looked away, flustered.

While Taehyung and Jin were writers, the other members of their close friend circle had taken up different occupations.

Yoongi was the second oldest of their group of friends, and he was a self-made producer, having taken up a music major. Hoseok was a dancer, and he and Yoongi also collaborated on tracks the latter was working on. Yoongi taught Hoseok how to produce music, and even how to rap, and in return, Hobi taught him how to dance and gave him crucial feedback on his work.

The two missing members of their group were Jimin and Jungkook. Jungkook was studying Computer Science while Jimin was currently taking Ecology and Biology classes so he could learn the basics in his journey to become a veterinarian.

Which made six.

“By the way, the waitress said something about a party of seven? Are we eating with someone else?” Jin inquired. Yoongi nodded, sipping from his glass of water.

“Right, you haven’t met him. Jimin made friends with someone in his Ecology class and he practically begged me to let him come eat with us today to see if we liked him. Of course, Jimin and Jungkook are bringing him, so I’m not surprised they’re late.” He hummed, earning a snicker from the other men at the table.

They held off on ordering until the other men joined them and after around ten more minutes, Jimin’s voice cut through the idle chit chat the four men at the table had begun. They startled as the small Busan man nearly collided with the table, dragging along two men with him.

“I’m so sorry, I overslept!” Jimin panted, releasing both of the men’s arms in favor of putting his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. Jungkook put a comforting hand on his back, seemingly perfectly fine with his run while the man beside them both put his hands on his hips, panting as well.

Jin nearly dropped his glass of water when he noticed the man panting beside them.

“N-Namjoon?” He inquired, eyes wide.

Namjoon turned to him, sending him a wide smile.

“Oh, Seokjin! It’s nice to see you again!” He bowed, moving to slide into the booth beside Jin. The writer shuffled over to give him room, swallowing nervously as Namjoon held his gaze. The moment the man sat down, Jin got a strong whiff of something distinctly floral, and idly he wondered if Namjoon had been admiring any more blossoming trees.

“You can just call me Jin. You know Jimin and Kook?” He inquired. The two men in question slid into the booth on the other side, eyeballing Jin and his interest in Namjoon. Taehyung watched on smugly.

“Ah, yes. I’m in the same Ecology class as Jimin as a Teacher’s Assistant. I’m studying Botany, but my professor talked me into being a TA and that’s how I met Jimin. He insisted I come out to dinner with him and some friends and Jungkook came to pick us up. And well...here we are.” He chuckled. Jin nodded, heart thudding in his chest over how handsome Namjoon was, especially up close. He hadn’t gotten much time to admire the man the past two times he saw him, so Jin figured he’d take this third chance to do so.

“That explains why you were so interested in those blossoms before.” He blurted before he could stop himself, mentally cringing. Namjoon didn’t seem to mind, nodding in agreement.

“I’ve always really loved being outside and being around plants and such so I guess Botany was the first thing to come to mind when it came to choosing studies. I’m hoping I can learn, and then teach others the true beauty of the plants around us, y’know?” He began talking intimately about his studies, and Jin listened diligently, his nervousness ebbing away as Namjoon disarmed him with that gentle floral scent, and the sophisticated, relaxed tone of his voice.

“Am I missing something?” Jungkook inquired, eyeing the two and raising a brow when he noticed they were off in their own little world.

Tae grinned behind his menu, side-eying Jin and Namjoon.

“Jin-Hyung found his inspiration.” he whispered, a knowing smile on his face.

-After Dinner-

“Hobi-ya, why do you drink if you can’t even hold your alcohol?” Yoongi grumbled, taking Hoseok’s arm to make sure he didn’t fall. Red-faced, Hoseok only sent him a wide smile.

“Cuz...I know my hyung will take care of me.” He grinned, drawing laughter from the other men in the group. Yoongi rolled his eyes half heartedly, but held him a bit more firmly as they spilled out into the night.

“I can drive you home, though my car only fits four more people…” Jungkook mused, tapping his chin.

“Shotgun!” Jimin cheered before Taehyung could claim the spot, drawing a pout from the younger man.

“How do we decide who doesn’t go?” Yoongi inquired.

“I can just walk home. It’s not far.” Jin offered, not wanting the boys to start arguing when he could just as easily walk. Taehyung perked.

“Oh! Namjoon-ah, you said your apartment was in that direction, too, right? Maybe you and Jin can walk together?” Taehyung suggested, smiling in such a way that came off as harmless and innocent to Namjoon, but to the other five men who knew Tae well, it was nothing less than mischievous.

Jin sent him a wide eyed stare, about to protest when Namjoon nodded.

“Sure. I like walking, anyway.” he hummed, nodding in the direction that they had to start walking. Jin sent Taehyung a sharp look, but the younger writer only waved cheekily.

“Enjoy your walk! See you soon, hyungs!” He called to their retreating forms, putting a hand on his hip as they watched them disappear from sight. Jungkook put an arm over his shoulder, cocking a brow.

“So what’s going on with that?” He inquired as Jimin helped Yoongi keep Hoseok from falling. Taehyung turned and started walking towards Jungkook’s car with the others in tow.

“I’m just giving Hyung the opportunity to get to know Namjoon-ah better~”

-With Namjin-

Namjoon and Jin walked in comfortable silence for a few minutes, just enjoying the night air in Seoul. Namjoon was the one that broke the silence after a while.

“Thanks for not making fun of me for my work.”

Jin blinked in confusion, looking over at the man.

“Why would I make fun of you?” He inquired, brows pinching up together. Namjoon brought his hand to the back of his head, ruffling his own hair as he tried to find the right words.

“I guess I’m used to people telling me I’m wasting potential by having an interest in botany. You wouldn’t believe how many people told me I was a lesser man for how often I enjoy blossoms. I even started to smell like all the flowers I work with.” he mused, letting out a humorless laugh. Jin frowned.

“Why? Why are they being so rude? So what, you like blossoms and plants?! That gives them no right to belittle you! As much as people go to Cherry Blossom festivals, how dare they try to insult you for taking an interest in them-”

Jin’s tirade was cut short by Namjoon putting a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s alright, Jin. I tune them out, anyway. I appreciate you getting so passionate to defend me even though you’ve just met me.” He bowed, a small smile on his face. Jin shuffled, face slightly hot with embarrassment at how carried away he’d gotten. He noticed the smile on Namjoon’s face looked slightly...lonely.

“My apartment is down this street, so I’ll head off, now. It was nice seeing you again, Jin.” Namjoon bowed and Jin gathered his heart, not wanting to make the same mistake he made the last time he’d parted with Namjoon.

“Hey, can I get your number? I don’t mind you talking to me about your botany interests, as long as you’ll humor my boring literature talks.” He joked, bringing out his phone. Namjoon chuckled lightly, bringing his own phone out so he could exchange numbers.

“I love reading, don’t worry. Text me when you get inside, alright?” Namjoon slid his phone back into his pocket and Jin nodded, waving farewell to him.

Jin’s smile fell a few minutes after he’d parted from Namjoon, remembering the lonely tone of his voice and the small, forced smile from before. He didn’t understand why anyone would go out of their way to torment someone over their dream. Especially since Namjoon had spoken so passionately about his fondness for blossoms.

Jin shot Namjoon and the others a message as soon as he got in, disappearing into his bathroom for a shower.

Namjoon’s sorrowful smile stayed in his mind as he held his head under the spray. He still wasn’t sure what it was about the blonde had him so invested in him so fast, but what he was sure of, was that he hated seeing that bittersweet smile on the younger man’s face.

When Jin dried off after his shower, he opened his laptop and wrote about a lonely man, standing alone in a field of flowers.

-3 Weeks Later-

Jin rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans as he walked up to Namjoon’s apartment. It was Spring Break for the aspiring botanist and Namjoon had persistently asked Jin to help him out with setting up some new plants in his home. Jin agreed to it without missing a beat. Not only would he get some alone time with Namjoon, he got to help him do something he had also began to take interest in through their recent friendship.

Jin checked his phone a few more times before knocking on the door that matched up with the directions Namjoon had sent him. There was a shuffling behind the door before it swung open, the disheveled botanist appearing in a flash. He blushed when he realized it was Jin, running a hand through his hair before sending him a smile.

“Hey. Sorry about the mess. Come in, Hyung.” He beckoned Jin to follow him inside.

The first thing the writer noticed was the smell.

Namjoon’s house smelled exactly like he did, a gentle mix of floral scents that created a sort of calming natural perfume. Without realizing it, Jin felt his shoulders relax and a small, calm sigh leave his lips.

Namjoon heard it, glancing back apprehensively.

“Are you allergic to any plants or flowers? I should have asked first, I-”

“No, it’s fine. I was just thinking about how calming it was. You always smelled so nice, but now I see your house smells just as comforting,” the older man confessed, his cheeks hot with embarrassment. Namjoon smiled shyly.

“T-Thanks. I’ve never had anyone say that to me.”

He motioned for Jin to follow him, leading him into the kitchen. There were some hanging plants sitting on a few spread out newspapers on the table. The blinds were open, with the natural light pouring into the kitchen and bathing everything in a gentle glow. Jin felt like he’d been punched in the chest, completely losing track of thought as he stared at Namjoon.

The younger man noticed, looking up from the planters he’d bought to go with his new plants. He shuffled under Jin’s gaze, waving his hand to catch Jin’s attention.

“Hyung? Are you alright-”

“You’re beautiful, Namjoon.” Jin blurted. Namjoon blinked in surprise and Jin went beet red, looking away, muttering a curse.

“S-Sorry, forget I said anything. W-Where are we putting these?” Jin inquired hurriedly, motioning to the colorful plants on the table. Namjoon set the planter he had in his hands down, moving around the side of the table to stand beside Jin.

“Hyung...do you like me?” He questioned him bluntly. Jin froze, staring at him like a deer in headlights. He stammered a bit, breaking eye contact after ten seconds that felt like forever. Namjoon took a step closer to him, crowding him against the kitchen table.

“Answer me, Kim Seokjin.”

Jin sighed in defeat.

“I...I guess I do. I saw you a few weeks ago through a coffee shop window by chance, near an unbloomed cherry blossom tree and I haven’t really been able to get you out of my mind since then. I promise I’m not some kind of weird stalker or anything-” Jin paused when Namjoon put his hands at either side of his hips, effectively caging him in.

“I like you too, hyung.”

Jin could swear his brain went offline for a moment or two. He stared dumbly into Namjoon’s eyes, heart thudding at the way the botanist’s cheeks went its own shade of red.

“I invited you here because I wanted to spend some time alone with you. I didn’t expect you to like me. I’m not the most interesting person in the world, you know…” he trailed off, but Jin placed a hand on his cheek, making him focus on the older man.

“Don’t say that. To me, you’re one of the most interesting people in the world. Before I saw you, I couldn’t find any inspiration in Springtime, but since I met you, I’ve written more these past few weeks than I have in the past month or two. You’re a humble, beautiful person, Joon, that’s just part of why I like you.” He told him, speaking a bit more boldly than before. Namjoon looked like he was at a loss for words, clearly flustered.

“Hyung?”

“Yes, Joon?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Jin responded by pulling Namjoon closer, pressing their lips together gently. His eyes slid closed, feeling the heat rolling off of Namjoon’s body from their proximity. They separated after a moment, though Namjoon didn’t move his face too far from Jin’s. They both cracked their eyes open, noticing how flustered the other was from the simple kiss. Jin’s eyes flicked down to Namjoon’s lips for a moment and the younger man closed the distance again, initiating a series of small, chaste kisses, each getting a little bit longer and intimate than the last. Namjoon’s hands moved from the table near Jin’s hips to dangle over his shoulders while Jin settled his big hands on Namjoon’s waist.

They separated after a few minutes of the slowly escalating kisses, both of them breathless and panting as they pressed their foreheads together.

“So...is it fair to say we’re dating?” Jin inquired, cocking a brow hopefully. Namjoon smiled, nodding as he leaned over to give the writer another kiss.

“I’d say that’s about right.” He confirmed, finally breaking away from Jin’s personal space. He moved to pick up one of the hanging planters he’d bought, looking at Jin with renewed energy and a wide, dimpled smile.

“Let’s get these plants up, shall we? Maybe we can see about more of those kisses after we’re done?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and Jin snorted, putting his chin on his palm as he stared fondly over at Namjoon.

“Bold of you to assume I won’t kiss you while we set this up anyway.”

Namjoon smiled and beckoned for him to follow him into the living room.

“You’re more than welcome to, Hyung.”

-1 Year Later-

“They aren’t picking up. Should we stop by Jin and Namjoon’s apartment?” Hoseok turned to the others, his hand on his hip as he lowered his phone from his ear. Yoongi pursed his lips for a moment before shaking his head.

“We should leave them be.They did just finish moving in together. The cherry blossom festival will be going on this whole week, they can join us some other time.” He told the younger men, turning to look towards the festival in question a few blocks down. They could already smell the food and hear the music being played, even from this distance.

Jimin and Jungkook’s eyes lit up as they all but broke out into a mad dash towards the festival with Hobi quickly following just as eagerly. Taehyung and Yoongi stuck to walking casually behind the excited trio, watching on with fond smiles.

“Those two...you think they’re doing something dirty right about now?” Tae inquired bluntly. Yoongi hummed wistfully.

“Honestly, I’d be surprised if they weren’t.”

-Namjin’s Apartment-

“Hyung...hyung, hurry up-”

“I will not.”

Namjoon groaned in frustration, unable to help the way his body reacted as Jin pressed his lips against his pulse, kissing and nipping at the skin. He wouldn’t be content until a dark mark had bloomed against Namjoon’s neck on this side to match the one under his jaw he’d left earlier.

He had crowded against Namjoon’s left side, their legs slightly intertwined as he stroked the younger man at a nearly agonizingly slow pace. They had been at this for nearly half an hour, rubbing against one another, leaving love bites of varying sizes and colors on whatever they could get their lips on, hands roaming every inch of heated skin they possibly could. Jin had thought it fitting to scatter both cherry and plum blossom petals all over the floor and sheets like the hopeless romantic he’d become and now was treated to the lovely sight of the light and dark pink petals sticking to various parts of Namjoon’s body.

Who wouldn’t take their time with such a gorgeous view like that?

Jin could, however,  tell Namjoon was getting tired of the pace, if the sharp, defiant nip to his bottom lip was anything to go by. He met Namjoon’s eyes, a thick brow arching in amusement, but he obliged him, feeling around the nightstand for the lube they’d dropped inside of it earlier while unpacking.

The tips of his fingers brushed it and he pulled it out in one fluid motion, triumphantly wiggling the bottle at Namjoon. The normally patient botanist spread his legs eagerly, though he looked away from Jin, a rosy color decorating his cheeks. Jin sat up, kissing Namjoon’s cheekbone as he coated his fingers in the cool liquid.

Jin’s fingers rubbed small circles over Namjoon’s quivering hole, smearing some of the lube over his pucker before he slowly pressed his index finger inside. Besides the small exhale above him, Jin heard no resistance from Namjoon, so he continued, sliding the slick digit in and out, taking note of how tight the younger man was.

“Relax for me, baby. I don’t wanna hurt you.” Jin cooed, his voice gentle as he kissed at Namjoon’s collar, muttering other sweet nothings to slowly ease the younger man. It worked, and after a minute or two of slow stretching and gentle words, Jin had all three of his fingers inside of Namjoon, stretching and curling them ever so slightly.

“H-Hyung,” Namjoon breathed, unconsciously rolling his hips back towards Jin as he loosened more and more for the writer. Jin’s lips curled up, that sense of pride arising again. He hadn’t done much, but already Namjoon had that soft, pleading tone in his voice. With a curl of his fingers, Jin only hummed in response.

“Yes, Joon? Is there something you need?”

“I want you, hyung.”

Jin wanted to tease him more, he really did, but when he looked up and saw Namjoon’s half lidded eyes, so full of love and lust for him, he felt like he’d had all the wind knocked out of his chest. Slowly, he pulled his fingers out of the younger man, grabbing more lube to slick himself up.

While he was stroking himself, Namjoon moved from below him, pushing him so he was sitting instead. He opened his mouth to protest, but Namjoon straddled his waist, gently knocking Jin’s hand away in favor for grabbing his cock himself.

“Oh? You’ve never ridden me before~” Jin chimed, holding Namjoon’s hips and rubbing soothing circles against his skin as the younger man slowly seated himself in Jin’s lap, closing his eyes as he felt every inch stretching him.

“You were taking too long.” He breathed in response, wrapping his arms loosely around Jin’s neck. He raised his hips until Jin nearly slid out of him before sitting back down in one fluid motion, groaning as he felt himself loosen with every roll of his hips.

Jin’s fingers laced into his hair, pulling Namjoon down for a sloppy kiss. He rolled his hips up every time Namjoon brought his down, meeting him in the middle and groaning against his lips as the younger man rolled his hips just right.

“Jin! O-Oh fuck, yes.” Namjoon swore, a small bead of sweat rolling down his temple.

“Y-You’re doing so good Joonie. Look at you,” Jin pressed his forehead against Namjoon’s looking into his eyes as the slap of skin against skin rose in volume just like their moans and panting. Namjoon pulled his hair at one point, the intense focus in his eyes from earlier clouding over and leaving him with a lewd, wanton expression.

Jin let out a small ‘fuck, Namjoon’ before he cupped Namjoon’s ass, gently lifting him off of his cock and dropping him back onto the bed.

The blossom petals bounced from the weight, sticking to various parts of Namjoon’s sweaty skin as the botanist blinked in surprise at the whirlwind of motion. He sat up on his knees, frowning at Jin in disapproval.

Jin didn’t bother answering, instead hooking one of his arms under Namjoon’s knee, oh so slowly pushing his cock back into Namjoon’s wet heat. Namjoon groaned, arching his back slightly as he hooked his arms around Jin’s neck, letting himself go as the older man reestablished their pace from before.

Jin pressed his face into the crook of Namjoon’s neck, the normally comforting scent of flowers that followed the man wherever he went now serving as more of an aphrodisiac, driving Jin mad.

“I love you.” It slipped out of Jin’s lips before he could stop himself. Namjoon’s moans caught in his throat, and Jin couldn’t tell if it were from the sex or the gentle confession. Either way, he peppered Namjoon with more and more kisses.

His neck, the underside of his jaw, the corner of his lips.

“Hyung, please. Faster, faster!” Namjoon groaned, his eyes slipping closed. Jin sat up, holding both of Namjoon’s legs open and apart as he thrust into him, drinking in the sight below him.

Namjoon’s brows were pinched up, his face turned away from Jin, though the older could still see the blush decorating his face. His skin was slightly shiny with sweat, the petals stuck in his hair and clinging to his skin as he started to arch his back from the pleasure.

He looked beautiful.

Jin gripped him tighter, suddenly quickening his pace as he watched Namjoon with half lidded eyes full of love. Apparently he’d struck something delightful, if the way the younger man pulled at the sheets was anything to go by.

“Hyung! J-Jin, please please do it again-fuck!” Namjoon cursed, unconsciously clenching around him as Jin obliged him, thrusting at the perfect angle. Jin released his hold on Namjoon’s legs once he wrapped them around Jin’s waist, desperate to keep him as deep as possible. Jin turned Namjoon’s face, making him look up at him as he fucked him, feeling his own hips stutter at the sight.

“L-Look at me Joonie.” Jin’s voice was low, slightly breathless and Namjoon almost missed it over the sound of the bed creaking, his own moans, and the fireworks that had started not too far from their home at the Cherry Blossom Festival. Namjoon looked up at Jin, the sheets balled up in one of his fists as he reached for the older man’s hand.

Jin laced their fingers together, feeling that heated coil in the pit of his stomach wind itself tighter and tighter the closer he got to his release. They gripped each other’s hand tight, never breaking eye contact as Jin’s thrusts lost their rhythm. Namjoon panted, thighs quivering around Jin’s waist as his cock leaked onto his stomach. Jin took his hand away from Namjoon’s chin, stroking Joon’s cock as quickly as he could, lips quirking when he saw how desperate Namjoon was for his release, thrusting into his closed fist desperately.

“Hyung I’m-”

“C’mon, Joonie. I’ll cum with you baby.” Jin cooed, rolling his thumb over Namjoon’s weeping cock head, watching him with hearts in his eyes. Namjoon loosened his grip on the sheets, pulling Jin down for a deep, sloppy kiss. They moaned against each other’s lips, and after a few more wild thrusts, Jin spilled himself inside of Namjoon, drinking in the sound of Namjoon’s muffled, slightly higher-pitched moan as the younger man came all over his fist and his own stomach.

Jin broke the kiss after he was sure he’d milked every last pearl of cum from Namjoon’s cock, slowly moving to get off of the younger man. Namjoon kept him from going too far, panting as he looked up at Jin, a dimpled, tired smile brightening up his face.

“I love you too, Jin.” he cooed, cupping Jin’s cheek. Jin’s heart stuttered for a moment as stared down at Namjoon, kissing the tip of his nose as a gentle smile came to his own face.

They cleaned up, showering to get any excess petals and sweat off of them before climbing back into their bed, cuddling under the freshly changed sheets.

Namjoon fell asleep first, curling into Jin and tangling their long limbs together as he tucked his face against Jin’s collar. Jin ran his fingers through his hair idly, taking in the serene look that graced Namjoon’s sleeping face. He kissed his forehead, closing his eyes as a smile came to his face.

Tomorrow, while Namjoon tended to his bonsai plants and wrote up a new lesson plan for the Ecology class, Jin would sit at the window, filling each page of his writing with words of love and beauty.

All while enjoying the sight of scattering blossom petals in the wind just outside.

Maybe Spring wasn’t so bad, afterall.

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