#reader x jimin

[swanlakebaby]

— car sex vol. 2 | pjm

prompt: car sex w/ jimin (again)

⸝⸝ pairing: bf!jimin x fem!reader

⸝⸝ warnings: bj, car sex, bf jimin, accidental creampies, soft kisses, smut

⸝⸝ word count: 1.7k

⸝⸝ note: i didn’t mean to be gone for literally so long wtf 😭 but im back now! i’m going to be working on the requests people sent me :) but feel free to send more if you have ideas! i wanted to get this done before answering requests since i’ve been gone for almost 2 weeks now.

i’m still getting adjusted to posting my writings so i still feel hesitant to be extremely nsfw on here but a lot of the requests are really good so in my next ffs i’ll start adding dialogue during smut scenes! i hope u enjoyed this one though 🙂

nsfw, 18+, minors dni

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tiny raindrops tap against the window of the car as it rains outside. jimin hums in boredom , his fingers hitting against the driving wheel , following the rhythm of his hums. you sit in the passenger seat , staring out of the window. the city lights are blurred by the raindrops , but you continue to stare out anyway. your jeans felt sticky against your skin as they were soaked with rain water. just a few minutes prior did you have to hurry and run to the car in order to avoid getting soaked even more.

you and jimin were on the way to meet up with your other friends a few cities over. the road trip was a drag , and felt like it would go on forever. unexpectedly , jimin places a cold hand on your thigh , making you shiver. he notices and takes his hand off , looking at you for a split second and giving you a soft reassuring smile.

you weren’t sure that you’d want to attend this get together with your friends. but after much consideration and begging from jimin , you eventually gave in. he was always trying to get you out of your comfort zone , which was one of the things you liked about him. you truly believed that had you not met him , you’d probably be locked in your apartment and bored out of your mind.

the cold AC air hits against your soaked jeans , making you even more cold now. you shut off the AC and begin slipping off your pants. jimin looks over with a confused expression on his face. “that gas station stop got my pants wet. can you reach the bag from the seat behind you?” you ask him. he comes to a stop at a red light and turns his body around to attempt to reach the bag. he grabs its handles with his fingers , but the bag slips through and falls onto the ground. “goddamnit” he says , turning back around. “i’ll pull over.”

when the light turns green , he pulls over to a nearby street , putting the car in park. you get out of the car and walk to the other side where jimin sat , looking in the side mirrors and watching you. you open the door and bend over into the car , reaching for the bag. you quickly rummage through it for a pair of dry shorts , when you hear jimin get out of the car and close the door.

you feel a loud smack against your butt and giggle. “get back in the car , you’ll get wet!” you tell him , throwing the shorts into your seat. “hand me a towel then.” jimin says. “you got out of the car for that?” you shake your head , grabbing a towel and tossing it to him. he hops back into the car and you do the same. you also slide off your panties as they’re now soaked too and put on the shorts. “stop getting undressed in front of me.” jimin says , patting your thighs.

“are you twelve? seeing a girl naked scares you? afraid you’ll get cooties?” you say , throwing your head back in laughter. “that’s not why.” jimin says grinning. you roll your eyes , knowing what he’s implying. “how about you just focus on getting us to mirages house.” you point ahead at the road. “what’re you going to do?” jimin says suggestively. “me? im going to stare out of the window and listen to my podcast.” you wave your phone by the side of his face , reclining your seat.

“sometimes i wonder how someone can be as dorky as you.” he says. you furrow your eyebrow. “you shouldn’t be talking.” “i’m not dorky.” jimin protests. “right.” you scoff. he looks over at you. “what does that mean?”

you turn to face him , “you literally giggle like a school girl compliments you. plus , don’t you remember how red you’d get when i’d kiss you when we first got together? you’re a dork. i rest my case.” you turn on your phone. “i’m not , i’m just charming.”

you look at him , playfully disgusted. “even you know that’s a lie.” “what?!” he reaches over tickling you between your thighs. you feel ticklish and begin to laugh. “i take it back! you’re so annoying!” you grab onto his wrist. “thank you.” he grins mischievously , not taking his eyes off of the road.

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about an hour later , you feel drowsy and wanted nothing more than to take a quick nap. as you’re almost asleep , you feel the car stop. jimin puts the car in park and reclines the seat. he sees you open your eyes. “i’m taking a quick eye break. we’ll be back on the road in like 15 minutes.” he says reassuringly.

you nod , closing your eyes once again. suddenly , he whispers your name. “hm?” you say tiredly. “i’ve been holding it all day.”

you laugh. “we’re parked , there’s trees all around us. you do the math.” “i don’t have to pee.” you quickly realize what he means and look down at his pants. the car is dark , but you can tell he’s hard. you almost want to laugh at the sudden shift of energy. you stretch rubbing your eyes and rubbing his thigh. “you’re unbelievable.” you say. “i’m not saying you have to do anything.” he says , becoming embarrassed.

you smile , noticing his embarrassment. you begin to rub his pants , watching as he tenses up. he slowly pulls down his pants and boxers , his hard cock springing up. you take off the shorts you had just put on and somehow climb into the drivers seat. an accidental honk goes off , causing you both to laugh quietly. you stuff your face into his neck , adjusting yourself into him. he holds onto your hips as you slowly slide down on his cock.

the rain seems more violent now , as cars swish past the car at a high speed , unaware of what you were doing in the car. you sit still for a moment , afraid of moving. you hold jimin close to you , kissing his neck softly. he wraps himself around you , slowly rubbing your back from underneath your shirt. you didn’t really have sexual inter course as often until you got with jimin , and your body was still getting used to it.

jimin slowly grinds you on him , taking things slow. you follow his motion , sitting up and resting your elbow on the driving wheel. jimin grazes your stomach with his hands. you feel uncomfortable , not liking the awkward position. jimin taps your sides , motioning for you to get up. you crawl back into the passenger seat , moving your hair out of your face. you get on the seat , propping yourself up with your knees before bending forward. you grab his cock and stuff it into your mouth.

he softly exhales and places his cold hand on the back of your neck. your head bobs up and down as you suck him off. this part of him feels warm compared to the rest of his body. jimin reaches over and rubs your butt softly , before giving it a harsh smack. you jolt forward at the sudden sting and he does it again and again until he’s satisfied. he grabs onto your neck and takes his cock out of your mouth.

you begin to pump him and his chest becomes heavier as his breathes become deeper and huskier. he slightly bends over , kissing the top of your head as you look at him lovingly. he grabs onto your wrist and reclines the seat even further , patting his thigh.

you crawl back into his lap once again. this time , he easily slides into you. he lifts his legs up , beginning to fuck you , holding onto your body. you take off your shirt and toss it aside , revealing your breasts. your nipples are hard and cold. jimin grabs onto your left breast , licking it in circular motions , not slowing down.

your eyes are half lidded , enjoying the feeling of being fucked. you grab onto the head rest behind jimin’s head as you use it to fuck your self onto jimin. he stops , letting you take control. he holds onto the bottoms of your thighs , moaning and cursing under his breath. you beg him to go faster , not wanting him to stop.

sticky sounds can be heard beneath you as your cream begins to coat his cock. he looks up at you , pleasure in his eyes. he holds onto you , stopping for a moment in fear of accidentally cumming inside of you. you smile , wrapping your arms around his neck and slowly grinding on him , rotating your hips. this motion makes him curse as he digs his nails into your hips. you grab his wrist , the pain of his nails in your skin gives you a burning feeling.

without warning , jimin lets out a load moan , his eyes fluttering open as his body goes still. you giggle , feeling as he fills you up. he curses , running his hand through his hair , out of breath. he grabs into your butt , lifting you up and sliding out of you carefully. you hold onto his neck , hovered above his lap , as you feel his cum slide out of you.

you get back into the passenger seat , naked and out of breath. jimin pulls up his pants and starts the car back up , ignoring the cum on the seat. his breath is heavy and his face shows a tired expression. you sit back on the seat , not moving to put your clothes back on. you slowly rub on your stomach , your legs closed tightly , looking out of the window at the darkness and rainy night.

written by swanlakebaby™

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[joonberriess]

·˚ ༘ 💌 IMAGINE┊forgetting all about the movie because jimin has other plans.

TAGS — bf!jimin, creampies, raw sex, cow girl style, dirty talk cause it’s jimin, pussy put his ass to sleep, movie night gone right, domesticity, fluff

WORD COUNT — 1.1 k

The sounds of skin smacking against skin filled the dimly lit room. Your soft huffs and Jimin's quiet groans mixed together to produce what people would think is the most nasty sex of all. You've both been at it for a while now, this was supposed to be a movie night with your boyfriend but it obviously didn't turn out that way. 

The bed creaks in protest to the rough bouncing and grinding, shifting against the wall as the headboard slams into it. Jimin bites his lip and admires the way your pretty tits jiggle inside your lacy bralette. He leans forward and eyes you with mischief as he buries his face against your tits.

You bite your lip and move your hands from his shoulders to the back of his hair as you run your hands through the soft black locks. He laughs huskily and begins to leave open mouthed kisses on the soft flesh of your tits. He picks a spot and sucks on it with the intention of marking you up. Jimin runs his tongue over a specific spot and then sucks hard enough to bruise. 

"Jimin," you softly moan and run your hands through his hair, "that's enough." You quietly laugh and bite your lip as you gently tug his head back. 

Jimin stares up at you with a grin as he bites his lip, "Thought you wanted me to mark you baby." He rasps out, hands tightening around your ass and giving each cheek a plump squeeze and a small slap.

You moan at the pleasant sting and roll your hips in figure of eights, "Mmm, my neck." You point out knowingly because he absolutely marked you up there. 

Jimin closes his eyes as a low moan escapes his lips, "Shit right there baby." He moans out as his cock throbs weakly inside of you.

You repeat your movements on his cock and find that he's enjoying more than he lets on. Slowly you manage to swivel your hips and roll them sensually, a lot more calmer than the rough riding from earlier. His cock rubs up deliciously against your walls, you feel so full and stretched out nicely. You feel the head occasionally brush up against your g-spot. 

"Fuckin' love the way you ride me baby, look so goddamn sexy sitting my cock like that and riding me like it's nobodies business." Jimin pants softly, "God I could just cum from the sight of you.” He hisses and slowly slides down from the headboard so he’s lying on his back now.

You eagerly roll your hips faster, taking it as a sign to go back to riding him like before. “Feel so big inside of me,” you moan out, “fills me up just the way I like it.” You lick your lips and grin.

Jimin grunts, “Fucking minx.” He slaps your ass, clearly turned on by you feeding his ego.

“ ‘s true Min,” you whimper and bounce in place, “you fill me up so good I can still feel the shape of your cock inside of me even after we finish.” You run your hands down his chest and settle them on his abdomen, “Gonna fill my pussy up with your cum baby? Gonna leave me dripping?”

He bites his lip and nods eagerly, “I’m going to leave your pussy dripping with my cum so everyone knows who you belong to.” He whispers out and flips the two of you over.

You moan unabashedly as he begins rolling his hips in ways that have you seeing stars. You reach down shakily to rub your clit in fast circles. “Jimin–” you whimper.

His cock drives in so deep you can feel it poking at your cervix or something. Jimin’s pumping into you at a languid pace, smacking his pelvis against yours repeatedly. You rock a little from the force, watching as his bangs cover his face, lips only visible.

His necklace dangles in your face as he slowly slides his hands upward and grips the headboard with one hand. “Gonna cum for me like a good girl?” He rasps out.

You nod eagerly, “Y-Yeah,” you moan, “keep going baby, right there.”

Jimin fucks into your pussy faster and harder, the bed creaks and slams into the wall much louder now. If his roommates didn’t know what you were doing, they did now. He grunted from the force of his thrusts, his thighs smack into your ass every time he pressed down deep inside of you.

“Jimin..!” You breathily cry out, your toes curl from the intense pleasure you’re feeling.

“That’s it, cum for me baby.” He whispers out and keeps grinding into you.

Your back arches, lips parting as no sound leaves you. You feel like you’ve been hit with a ton of bricks as your orgasm quite literally leaves you breathless. Your pussy clenches down tightly and throbs around his cock as you basically drench his cock with your slick.

The slide is slippery, his cock glides in and out of you smoothly as he works his hips faster and faster. Jimin’s moans are louder now as he nears his own orgasm. He buries his face in your neck and shudders with each push of his hips. “God baby,” he grunts.

You can feel his balls slap against your ass every time he thrusts forward. He snaps his hips harshly repeatedly, jabbing into you with rough punishing thrusts. “y/n,” he moans and attacks your neck with a series of harsh kisses and brutal love bites.

Jimin works his hips faster and faster until he finally seizes up and cums hard inside of you. He shudders and hugs your body tightly as he pumps his cum into your awaiting pussy. His cock throbs pitifully from inside of you.

“Ohh fuck.” Jimin whispers and turns his head, panting harshly as he smothers you in kisses.

You hum softly and lazily reach up to stroke his hair as he finally stops rocking inside of you. “Mm.” Your eyes flutter open and you stare at his blissed out face.

“Gonna knock out.” Jimin smiles sleepily, eyes still shut as he holds you tenderly in a warm hug.

You giggle tiredly, “Are you really that tired?”

He chuckles softly and adjusts his head on your chest, “No, pussy put me to sleep.” He softly says and ends up falling asleep a few seconds after saying that.

You smile fondly and kiss his forehead as you curl around him, “I love you Mimi.” You softly coo in his ear.

“Love you too…” He smiles in his sleep.

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[horanghater]

Nth Time’s a Charm

Summary: How many trips to the store does it take to decorate a tree? ▸ Pairing: Jimin x F!reader ▸ Rating / Genre / AU: PG-13 / fluff, humor ▸ Warnings: N/A ▸ Word Count: 1.3k ▸ A/N: This gift was created through @bangtansecretsanta​ and is for fellow Wings era enthusiast @jiminzfilter. Surprise~~!! I hope you enjoy, lovely! Thank you to Cherry for beta’ing and banner-ing! 

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In this world, there is nothing that brings you more displeasure than being outside in the cold. Yet here you are, trudging to the seasonal decor shop in 5 layers of clothing so heavy that it feels like you’re dragging yourself along in a suit of armor. Your mind is begging you to end this mission, but your heart has other ideas. It’s the day before Christmas Eve – you have to try just one more time.

You have to stop when you finally do arrive at your destination to catch your breath. Why were you breathing so hard? Get it together and don’t embarrass yourself this time! You close your eyes, inhale shakily, and release. As your breath steams away from you, you will your nerves to do the same. A gust of heated air warms your face as you step through the automated sliding doors of the shop. When the entry bell dings, a store greeter hands you a shopping basket on queue and gives you their best customer service smile. “Oh! Nice to see you again. Welcome back!” It takes everything in you to ignore the mortification spreading across your cheeks and provide a salutation of your own before scurrying down the aisles to the ornament section, a path you know all too well. This is the 4th time you’ve visited the shop this week and somewhere around the 20th time in the last month and a half since the storefront opened for the season. The same thing happens every time: you peruse the ornaments for a conspicuously long time, have an awkward chat with the associate who always comes by to help, then you buy only 1 bauble and leave. Needless to say, your flimsy excuse of “perfecting your Christmas tree” has been seen through by everyone on staff. 

By now they probably have a nickname for you. Christmas Tree Courtney? Ornament Olive? Sketchy Sarah? Please, not Sketchy Sarah. “Y/N! How’s the tree coming along?” And there it is. That angelic voice you’ve fallen in love with yanks you out of your panicked imaginings so you can panic in real life instead. 

At the end of the aisle is the most stunning man you’ve ever seen with a cherubic face and gorgeous, cat-like eyes. His ash gray hair catches the twinkling of the fairy lights that line the shelves, giving him an almost ethereal glow. You’ve come to know this remarkable man in this unremarkable store as Jimin. What started as a harmless crush on him has turned into a (failing) mission to ask him out. For all of the times you’ve plucked up the courage to go see him, however, that grit flies out the window once he’s standing in front of you. 

You remind yourself to pick your jaw up from the floor as he approaches. “H-Hey! It’s looking good, almost done.” Jimin reaches your side and then turns to regard the wall of ornaments that you’re pretending to be interested in. “I should hope so,” he finally says after a pause. “This is our last day after all.”

Pause. “Last day?” Hopefully, that didn’t come out as stressed as you’re feeling right now. “Well, yeah.” Jimin absently grabs a glittery star from the wall to watch it twinkle in his hand. “We’re closed tomorrow and on Christmas day. The store’s done for the season.”

Internally, your world has come to a screeching halt. Surely, things can’t end so uneventfully? You’ve journeyed here to see Jimin for weeks on end and for what? To chicken out every time and watch as the love of your life (you’re positive that he is) slips through your fingers? Your hopeful Christmas story is starting to look much more like a tale of the one that got away. Unsure of what to say, you grab a bulb of your own, a shiny red one, and turn it in your hands. Jimin’s eyes catch yours in its reflection. He’s studying you as if he knows you’re hiding something from him. Instead, he grants you mercy by continuing the conversation himself. “Are you sure that’s the one? This ornament, I mean.” He gestures to the one in your hand. “I thought you said this year’s theme was tan and green?”

Queue the worst fake laugh you’ve ever laughed. “No, you’re right. I don’t know where my head is today!” This is not a lie. “Let me just–” 

You reach to hang the ornament back on its display, but Jimin gently intercepts your hand, slender fingers stealing the loop from yours. His smile is so beautiful that it hurts. “I’ve got it,” he says. “Here, I think I’ve got the perfect one for you.” Jimin crowds you between himself and the ornament wall, reaching above you to grab one above your head. Your eyes catch a sliver of the plush of his stomach that’s exposed when his shirt rides up and though you’ll never admit it, your mind is instantly flooded with thoughts of sin. It’s so hot in here all of a sudden.

“Here!” Jimin once again pulls you back into the present, this time by gently bringing your hands together to form a cup. You accept your new position obediently as he places an oversized, almost-bronze bauble in your hands. “I think this could be the missing piece,” he grins proudly. Everything about Jimin is so soft, so elegant, so overwhelming. No wonder you can only ever leave here with one item every time – how are you supposed to follow that up? It really will be a pretty addition to your Christmas tree even though it’s been “complete” for a while now. It’s just hard to focus on that when you’re having skin-to-skin contact with the most dazzling person you’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. 

Finally, you manage to show gratitude with words. “Actually, I think you’re right. Perfect recommendation as always, Jimin!” This is all too much. You need to get out of here before you say something stupid. There’ll be time to wallow in despair about your own cowardice later. “Thank you so, so much. And Merry Christmas!” You can’t look him in the eyes as you say it, opting to glue your gaze to the bauble in your hands as you turn to leave. “W-Wait! One more thing!”

Body reacting before mind, you spin on your heel to face Jimin one last time. He produces a slip of paper from his apron pocket and beckons you back over to him so he can place it in your coat pocket. When your eyebrow quirks up in confusion, he explains, “Open it after you leave.”

“Wha–”

“Hi, how can I help you?” Just as abruptly things began, they end with Jimin breezing past you to help another customer that’s wandered into the aisle. He’s absorbed in his Ornament Monitor duties – acting as if your interaction hadn’t happened. It dawns on you that this is the last time you’ll see him. The moment for action has passed, you have to go home and never see this exquisite specimen of a man again. Your clothes suddenly feel like bricks as you make your way to the register up front to pay. The same clerk that greeted you at the door squeals “finally!” when you check out, but you barely hear it. All that’s on your mind is missed opportunities with Jimin. You thank the clerk for their help robotically and head out the door to begin your walk of solitude back home. The chill of reality hits your skin and you immediately shove your hands into your pockets. The paper Jimin left with you crinkles under your fingertips and urges you to inspect it now instead of in the warmth of your Jimin-less home. Ignoring the frost biting at your hands, you unfurl the stationary as you stand on the sidewalk. In black pen is a phone number and beneath it, dainty handwriting: “Call me? :)” 

Looks like you’ve got your Christmas miracle after all.

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[bangtaniconcafe]

ME, MYSELF & JIMIN ICONS — 6 icons — like/reblog if you’re going to use — no need to credit but would be appreciated (don't forget to tag me if you do!)

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[trifoliumrex]

Assassin X Roommate Chapter 4

A Jungkook/ Reader/Jimin Fic

You need a roommate. Jimin and Jungkook need a place to stay. The only problem is you think they are students when in reality they are assassins on the hunt for their next target. How do you survive when you get tangled up in a world of blood and bullets?

Word Count: 4422

Updates Friday

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40321704/chapters/101000544

Previous: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/trifoliumrex/691116790657466368?source=share

    You come back from work in an absolutely giddy mood. Jungkook drops his keys in the basket you put up for him and looks angry. When you turn, Jimin watches him hide it completely. You duck into the kitchen and start clattering around inside. 

    In the two weeks since your trip to the amusement park you have started cooking for the three of you every night. You had a menu put up and a piece of chalk. They could cross out items they didn't like. There is also a tip jar not put up by you with money for ingredients. Jungkook will cross out cheap ingredients and replace them with higher end versions.

    Jimin will cross out a few times and put a frowny face on them. You love the feedback and adore even more not eating all alone. It's clear to them that you have been lonely. You have always been decidedly bubbly, cute, but now your warmth was on everything in the house. 

    The frantic pace of your renovations had slowed and you didn't cry on your own anymore. 

    If there was any doubt about how they felt about you. It's gone now. Long gone. Jungkook had grown up alone but not isolated. He had never had a friend like you. Willing to fight him if need be and just as willing to make up with him after a squabble. 

    Your warmth was never a weapon. Never withheld from him on the grounds of your displeasure. You asked him for help sometimes but also asked him if you could help him. It wasn't transactional. You didn't have a list of favors in your mind and he finds that he’s thrown his out as well.

    You are the only person in his life he doesn't owe or owes him. 

    He feels Jimin's list of favors slipping from memory as well. 

     He’s done some snooping. In Jimin's room while he audits classes just in case you ask him questions about his day. He never just wings it. His room is almost empty. Even more so than his own room. There is a single book shelf scavenged from what you were tossing out. It has a single shelf full of textbooks and a few school supplies. The others are filled with carefully selected items laid out like relics on an archaeological dig. 

    Much of it is literal trash receipts of activities the three of you have done together of just him and you. The only other thing he finds is Jimin's locked case. The lock is there to stop you though and not Jungkook. he would have hid it beter to keep him out. His file on the mark is more detailed than Jungkook's. There is a copy of the video that got out for one and the suspected victims. There is also a small stack of cash topped with a detailed expense sheet detailed down to the last cent.

    Jungkook thinks about his own cash stacks of his bank account that's nearly bursting at the seams. He’s on edge but doesn't know exactly why. He puts everything back.

    Jimin knows he’s looking of course. Jungkook is careful but he’s never had to live quietly on the edge that Jimin has. He's never gone to sleep in a bed of pain and woken up unsure what has been stripped from him. 

    He doesn't say anything. What could Jungkook have seen that would truly put him at any greater danger than he already was? He knows, hates it but it's the truth. Jungkook could kill him at any moment. 

    It's just the truth. He can kill him and Jimin can’t do anything about it. It pisses him off but he clearly can't kill him. He’s surprised Jungkook is honoring their agreement. Maybe it's because by now it's clear he’s just as enamored with you as Jimin is. 

     He wonders again what would happen if he told Jungkook what they have threatened him with. What they have threatened you with. Would he make good on his offer made in that little diner Bathroom? Will he whisk you away in the night?

    They would have to be stupid to go after you then. Who would they even send? This wasn't something they could shock him into doing. He’s almost sure. 

     The meals have meant the world to him. He hates to admit it but it's not just you. It's also Jungkook. It's hateful that he enjoys the man's company. They way his big hands never come up to harm him even though each time he’s sure he's going to get hit. 

     Jungkook is starting to understand the motions for what they are. He had always assumed that their agencies would be the same. That the rivalry he enjoyed with Jimin was mutual, that his rage and sloppiness were born of frustration now he wonders. Had he missed the desperation?

     Jimin could tell Jungkook was making an effort. He just doesn't know why. Doesn't know what the cost will be, or if he can afford to pay it. What does he have that he can spare? What does he have left to give? You had both noticed the missing toe. He told you that it was a childhood accident. Jungkook noticed how clean the cut was. How perfect the scar was.

    Soft music starts to play in the kitchen. A sure sign you are happy and work has gone well. Today is a catchy pop tune that every once in a while Jimin catches an off tune word from you as you try and sing along. Past your kitchen he hears Jungkook singing along just fine while he does whatever it is that he does to occupy his time. 

    Jimin finishes folding the few clothes in the laundry room and sets his little basket also purple, a gift from you he thinks but it is in fact from Jungkook who got sad seeing Jimin put his few things on the ground after washing them. Like they were worthless. 

    He trudges into the kitchen to see what he can do to help you. You have a stack of vegetables already for him to cut. “What size”

     “A good size. Follow your heart Jimin”

     “My heart” he responds. What a load of horse shit. He’s not sure he has one of those. And if he does. Then it's already led him exactly where he wants to be. He hasn't made any plans for a week. The party the mark is throwing will be a hundred shy or so Jungkook says. He’s inclined to believe him too since he’s also staying home.

     “Yes your beautiful heart” Jimin makes a face that you don't see but can practically feel. 

    “Don't start with me. You are careful and meticulous and so eager to learn. All beautiful qualities that neither I nor Jungkook possess”

   “He’s careful”

    “No he’s not. He’s talented”

    “What?”

     “I mean I'm not saying he never works at anything. He works hard for a lot of stuff but everything you do you do your best, not only that you study how to make your best better"

    "I'm sloppy”

    “Only when you’re frustrated.”

   “I'm always frustrated” You spin around to face him. You can tell he thinks of himself that way. Jungkook has stopped singing in the other room and is listening intently. The pop song has changed to a ballad, a perfect soundtrack to the drama Jungkook is listening to. He steps into the doorway as quietly as possible to catch a peek. Jimin doesn't look up but probably knows he’s there. “ I am not good enough”

     You both look vulnerable. Jimin looks honest like all of his armor has been stripped away leaving behind a man who's little more than an exposed nerve. You look sad. “You’re enough for me Jimin” you drop what you're doing ignoring the food that spills with your motion and grasp both of his hands in yours.

     He looks at the knife still clutched in his hand. He drops it and winces as it clatters to the floor. “I made you sick” you can't fathom what he’s talking about and then figure he must mean food poisoning. You shake your head but then stop. That would be what you need. An assurance that is no big deal.

     He’s been different since that night though. You decide not to trivialize this. “I forgive you Jimin.”

     “How?” His voice is desperate and Jungkook marvels at the way his hand searches for his gun that he does not have within reach. He has some around of course. Hidden in places too tall for you to reach without a ladder. Some of them Jimin could reach. If he knew about them. Maybe he does.

    His instinct is to find the reason Jimin sounds like this and riddle them full of bullets. He understands now Jimin could have let himself be sloppy all those times. He understands what rage feels like now.

    “How could I not? Jimin I love you” Jimin scowls. 

    “I'm with Jungkook.”

     “I know! Not like that” the flush at your cheeks make Jungkook think it's not just like that anyway. “But you are one of the best friends I've ever had. Of course I forgive you. It was an accident right?” Jimin nods quickly, desperate for you to know that he didn't mean to hurt you. “And I'm ok right”

   “You seem ok”

    “So it's done. Please don’t worry about it anymore” you let go of his hands and go to grab your fallen knife. In your distracted state you grab the knife wrong and it bites into your hand. Not deep but enough to make you make a little noise. Jungkook grabs you up kicking the knife away on instinct and puts you up on the counter bringing your hand under the water. 

    “Hello Jungkook! Did you hear me confess my love to your boyfriend? Did you train the knife to attack” Jungkook forces a smile. 

     “I'll call it off you tell me if you feel that way about me too” he means it as a joke and you pretend to think about it. He starts to sweat and is embarrassed that anyone has this much power over him.

    “Yeah I love you too, Jungkook. You are my number two best friend.”

     “I’m number 1?” This finally brings a smile to Jimin's lips. Jungkook decides before you even say anything else that he will not take this from Jimin. Maybe no matter what happens with the mark he can convince Jimin to stay too.

    “Yeah you always but the toilet seat down.'' Jungkook finally looks chagrined. “I fell in once you know! It was really really gross”

    “Sorry. To make it up, can I help Jimin cook tonight?” you consent and He grabs you one of the bar stools so you can watch. Jimin taking charge of the meal on the menu board tonight is one of his favorites and he knows it well by this point. 

     You interject occasionally from your place at the counter and tonight the atmosphere is comfortable. It's like this is the life all of you should have had. You look around the kitchen. It's too small really. You get an idea. 

    “Would you guys help me with something?”

     “Anything” Jimin says with a seriousness that makes it clear he means it. 

   “There's not enough room for all of us here. I want to make it bigger” Jungkook smiles down at the protein he’s dismantling. He likes this idea. It would take a long time to complete, unlike your other mostly finished projects. He liked planning for the future. You were right. He didn't like to plan normally but this. This he likes.

    “Could we put up more lights? It's a little dark here” Jimin says. He likes plans. He knows you squint when you're cutting your ingredients, the dim light not nearly enough. You probably need glasses. He hopes your future doesn't involve him. He can’t expose you to any more of his life, but maybe he could make it better for you. In this small way. Like how Jungkook had given you the glass that might save your life. 

    “Ooo yes track lighting for the cooking and edison lights for dining!” it would be a romantic glow. You slap your cheeks twice in that way you have. No no no. You were already foolishly dipping your toes past the line. You love them but they have not said it back. They didn't seem to mind but you are not with them. Still though. 

    Even without a budding romantic feeling you can't push down all the way down to what you said was true. You love them. The thought of them leaving or moving out makes you panic a little. Anyway you shake a stick at it you love them.

    The romantic aspect though. Maybe you could get that out of your silly little head. Make things simple for yourself. You enjoy the sounds of them cooking their occasional chatter. The stolen touches Jungkook can’t stop himself from taking. The way Jimin tries to ignore it but then melts into it.

    “Why are you so happy?” Jimin asks. It comes out like a statement again. Like he’s sure he’s right and demands more details. 

    “I got invited out to a party tonight!” they bristle at knowing at least one party. “One of my coworkers is throwing it,” they both visibly relaxed. 

    “You seem excited.” Another non-question from Jimin. 

     “I’ve never been to a party. I mean when I was little. But I never made it far enough when I was enrolled back home to get invited”

    “That's ridiculous,” Jungkook says, popping the food into the oven. He leans back and looks at you. You are very pretty in a way that just seems natural and effortless. He would have asked you out. If he had come across you he would have definitely tried to make a move between two missions. He’s glad he didn't. 

     You are worth more than a few hours. You deserve real romance, the kind with flowers and chocolates and most important of all the kind of partner that knows you. That you didn't need to cross out the unwanted ingredients with because you already knew what to avoid. You deserved to be known. 

    He knows you now. He liked to know you better. “I would have asked you out if I was single” Jimin interjects and you put your head in your hands so embarrassed you can’t look at them. 

    “So would I” maybe Jungkook thinks. It could all be real. It didn't have to all be a lie. Maybe it doesn't need a monogamous fake relationship that he put his effort into.

     “You guys are so embarrassing!” when you remove your hands and are clearly a little mad they both can tell you don't believe them “besides. It doesn't matter. I have a date.”

    Jimin goes very still and a happy mask goes over Jungkook's face. “You're not wearing that are you?” he asks, trying to play the role he cast for himself. 

    “What's wrong with this?”

    “Change into that blue dress you bought. The one you put on every weekend and then change into your overalls when you decide to do some project.” you look at Jimin who has a sour look on his face. 

    “He’s right. It's very pretty. We’ll set the table.” you beam at him and jump to your feet and go to prepare. They don't look at each other. Not wanting to see their own disappointment mirrored back at them. You come down the stairs and Jungkook takes a picture of you. You look a bit like Alice in Wonderland with the color of your dress and girlish excitement on your face.

    Jungkook saves it but then looks at Jimin. He texts it to him as well. Jimin looks at it. For a second he looks pleased. Then he looks afraid. He deletes it. They track his phone. They have never admitted this, but he’s sure none the less. You sit at the table and quickly serve out the plates. Jimin first then Jungkook then yourself. 

    It's always like this. At first Jimin thought it was because you were being selfless but you told him that you wanted the crispiest parts for yourself. Since he got the softer parts he gotta eat first. It was only fair.

    “You look very pretty,” Jimin says. Only to you. 

    “You’re sure you don't need anyone else to accompany you?”

    “It's a date! How would you explain that?”

    “Your over protective uh”

    “Brothers” Jimin supplies. Jungkook makes a face.

    “Sure brothers that don't let you out of the house”

    “Try it and I'll break both your noses!”

    “Fine. Do you know the party rules?” You look at Jungkook, feeling a lecture coming on and shake your head. “One! You have our numbers in your phone”

    “Of course!” they were pretty much the only people you texted. Your texts with Jimin were barely more than one sided. One word answers only. 

    “Two. don't get black out drunk” he sees your eyes start to glaze over as he continues with his many many rules. Jimin listens intently. “And this one is very important. Don't drink anything you didn't pour yourself”

     “OH! Drinks!” you stand up clearly not listening well and go to the freezer and pull out a clear liquid in a frosted glass bottle and bring over two shot glasses and a plate of wrapped fruit. “ I thought that you two might like a romantic night in.” Jimin immediately reaches for some and pours himself a glass. He doesn't want to face a night with you on a date with someone else sober.

    He thinks he’ll need it to get through the night thinking about you in the hands of someone else. What if you bring them back here to fuck. What if he has to hear it? How will he keep himself from slaughtering the man?

    You, I love you, rings in his ears. 

     There's a honk from outside and you look at the door then at the mess on the table. You don't want to invite your date in. “I’ll clean up later guys! Kiss each other a lot !” you slip out the door and Jungkook grips his silverware so hard he bends it.

     Jimin is on his third drink and he pours Jungkook a glass. There have been other changes since the park. 

    One of them had started working out together. Jungkook had pulled him to the gym and into a ring. Jimin had been cagey until Jungkook had told him he always leads with his non dominant hand when going in for a kill. Jungkook had shown him how to switch it up. They had practiced until it felt and looked natural. 

    When they had gotten home, Jimin made him throw out all his antidotes. And then drilled the recipes into his head. He even included the antidote that he had needed to cure you. Not even his agency knew that one. 

    Jungkook downs it quickly and Jimin pours him another one. “This is shit. If she had told me I would have picked us out something better” 

    “Better than what they usually give me” he earned alcohol when he did very well. The only reward he could ever hope to earn.

   “Don't you get yourself anything nice?”

    “I can’t afford it.” 

   “What are you talking about? You are the number two on the continent. Surely you can save the money. Or do you gamble it all away. Or whores, a good whore is always” Jimin bristles. 

   “I don't make money. I owe money” Jungkook looks at him confused “I'm an investment. I have to pay back what they invested in me and then maybe one day, they will let me leave”

      “How much do you owe?” Jungkook knows how much Jimin’s hits are worth. He’s kept track. He actually, in a usual month, makes more than him. Jungkook really only takes the highest paying jobs but Jimin is always working. 

     “I don't know” maybe there isn't even a number. Maybe it's years he owes them. “You get paid?” Jimin asks. It makes sense. Jungkook's clothes are nice. His contacts are varied and he always has cash. 

    “I make 70%, the other 30 goes to my agency. A booking fee” Jimin considers and drinks more cups of the booze. Must be nice.

     “You get nothing? For completing a job?” Jungkook can feel the alcohol starting to work his magic. He feels loose. “I even got a raise. I used to make only 50%. It went up the better I got. They found me straight out of juvie you know”

   “What did you do?”

   “My father beat my mom. I decided i didn't like it” he puts his boots on the table learning back. An act that would get him scolded if you were here. Its defiant Jimin thinks. Jungkook doesn't seem worried at all. “So I stabbed him. Then I did it again. I decided I did like that. Freaked her out though. When I got out someone had already contacted me with a job offer. She thought I was going to a rehabilitation boarding school.” he snickers. 

    He thinks about the fear that had been in her eyes. The fear and the blame. He hurt her so much, him so much and she did nothing. She blamed him for ending it. His face hardens. “Dumb bitch. What about you? Mom and Pop know what you're doing? Maybe they can help your debt before interest grows”

    “Dead I guess. And like I said I don't get paid”

     “Come one, they have to give you something to keep you motivated. Do you have a nice apartment covered in priceless art?” He hands Jimin back his glass and Jimin fills it. His drinking is double what Jungkook has put down and it doesn't seem like it's done anything to him.

    “Everything I own is upstairs.”

   “What then?”

    “Sometimes they give me enough to black out. I think they want to raise my tolerance for some reason. Other times they don't shock me” Jungkook feels the glass crack in his hand and he drops it shaking his hand and getting up to get another he needs a minute.

   “What?” he’s seething but erases it from his face by the time he sits down. Jimin may not look drunk but the edges have begun to soften just a bit. He grabs Jungkook's hand and presses it to his neck. Jungkook can feel something inside under the  soft skin that he's started to view as almost delicate. 

    “If I fail they shock me until I am compliant and then correct me,” he says. Like it's nothing surprising or horrible. 

     “What. Exactly. Does. That. Mean?” how many times had he stolen a kill from Jimin just to prove he could. How many times had he been the cause of Jimin's pain?

    “They beat me.” Jimin shrugs

    “Why did you let them?”

    “Him. not them I only know him. I don't even know his name. He has the remote” Jungkook watches him. He’d build up to say something. “It's better. There are threats.” could this be an act? To try and get him to back off this mark? Jungkook needs it to be. “There are other ways they could make me earn back their investment. He likes to touch. Maybe there's more than just the beatings.” he sits up straight and looks at Jungkook. “If I fail? Don't let him take her ok?” he sounds desperate and Jungkook looks at him in horror as words start to tumble out of his mouth. “He came here. I don't know how he got in but he was in her room. I don't know if you cared about her or just needed the room but I think you do. I think he touches me. I don't know if he touched her. Please. Just don't let him” Jungkook stand up. He looks at Jimin at the single tear he sees slip from one of his eyes. The tremble of his lip. He feels rage bubbling up in him and slams his fist into the table Jimin flinches back.

     A mistake. This was a mistake. How could he have opened his mouth? Jungkook goes up stairs. He has contacts to reach out to. He can't look at Jimin right now. Can’t face him and all the pain he’s made him endure. Jimin. He thinks of every little moment of fear. Every smile you’ve drawn out from him and every drop of rage that he's purposely made. He understands now. Where it came from. 

    He reaches out to everyone on his considerable roster. Jimin might not know the mans name, but Jungkook would find it. 

    Jimin puts his hand into the fist mark on the table. So much larger than his own. He feels very small right now. Of course it was an act. He had just told him the most intimate details of his humiliation and for what. What was the point?

    He starts drinking straight from the bottle trying to forget tonight.

#bts reader insert #bts reader #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader #reader x jimin #jimin x reader #assault #non consensual touching #bts x reader #violence #bts angst #bts fanfiction #voyuerism

[btsfanficsbykj]

Tickets To Paradise, Chapter 1

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Hello! Welcome to my first BTS fanfic!! I hope you enjoy! I have no idea who I'm pairing our lovely reader with yet, but I have lots of romance planned, along with all the angst, adventure, drama, reconciliation, and smexy times!! I hope you enjoy!!

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Relationships: BTS ensemble and Fem!Reader

Summary: Our lovely reader and her clever best friend have gotten their hands on tickets to the nearby BTS world tour concert, which had seemed impossible thanks to scalpers and jacked upped prices. Now, preparing to meet her beloved artists, she faces dealing with insecurities, anxiety, and a hell of a lot of just-plain-scared-out-her-mind.

This journey will follow her as she meets the boys of BTS and surprisingly catches their attention by means of her tattoo work, bright and shiny on her best friend's shoulder.

Warnings: none so far

Word Count: 1660

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Part 1 Part 2

“Hey there, darlin,” came the sly laugh from behind me.

“Hey, Smurf,” I responded, sniggering down at the copy machine as I made the 50000th copy of the day. 

My coworker and partner-in-crime, Sarah, or “Smurf” as I affectionately named her, leaned against the Beast of a machine to my right, crossing her arms and feigning a nonchalant sigh of boredom.

It had been a long day. A ghastly week. In some ways, it mirrored the movie “Office Space” with the same monotonous routine, over and over and over again. The same managers droning on and on about better customer care and faster call times and working as a team, blah blah blah. Us worker bees of course just side-eyed each other with subtle rolling of the eyes, knowing we had to devote time to each individual customer to fix the problems, which meant longer call times. Which, of course, upper management just didn’t seem to get and completely ignored.

All in all, it was just another week, stuffed into another month, dragged into another year in this slightly stifling office job in the middle of the midwest, surrounded by cornfields and cringey political signs. Honestly, my only saving grace was the few tattoo gigs that popped up every now and again. Usually the loyal clientele that needed a touch up or new artwork done. I was a favorite at the only tat shop in the little town and was allowed to pick my hours. Nice, right?

Smurf huffed out another sigh, this one edging on annoyed, and I huffed one back at her. 

“Whatchu want, Smurfs? I’m trying to get His Majesty’s sheets done before closing time.” His Majesty was none other than the Big Boss’ son, slave driver and all around mysoginistic jackass. He really enjoyed giving out the lesser jobs to his more feminine employees. Seemed to get a kick out of lording his authority over them. I swear, he was born in the wrong decade.

“I knooooow,” Smurf grinned, studying her acrylic nails as she swayed her curvy hips in place. 

Taking my eyes from the Beast and rolling them in my bestie’s direction, I copied her stance and leaned against the wall behind me. “Smurfs, it's Friday,” I whined. “We’re almost outta here. Why you buggin’ me?”

Smurf finally let her inner demon glee shift her mouth into a huge grin and looked up at me. “So,” she spoke in a bored voice, betraying the utter joy evident all over her face, “You know The Concert That Shall Not Be Named?”

I stiffened. Of course. She HAD to mention the damned concert. Of all the gigs in all the world she had to bring me down with this shit. 

I was an ARMY, through and through. Lover of all things BTS, a solid fan, albeit for only half a year, I had been taken into the massive group of fans by a random tiktok that played a piece of their animated music video, “We Are Bulletproof: Eternal”. The vocals, the harmonies, the lyrics, the beautiful artistry, and their incredible dedication to their fans all smacked me right in the face. And I knew it. I was hooked.

Of course, living in the midwest meant I had to show my love from afar. I lived too far away from any concert venue and was way too poor to travel to any shows in the neighboring states. But it was ok, I didn’t allow that to dampen my adoration. The boys were hardworking, dedicated, talented people and I absolutely admired their commitment to their craft and their followers. Honestly, I had never witnessed such love for the fans in any other musicians, never seen the power the fans hold acknowledged in such a precious way. Their humble hearts and minds continued to surprise and endear me with every new song and episode of their shows discovered.

However, the Impossible had happened. On their newest world tour, the PR team announced several new locations to their travel venue. And my heart had nearly lept out of my chest when I realized the boys were coming to the Big City merely an hour away from my little town.

Smurf had called me, nearly in tears, wailing that the tickets were already sold out and the scalpers were selling the hacked tickets for 4 times the original price. It was a Dark Day for us midwestern poor ARMYs. There were many mourning candles lit. 

Hah, not really. But Smurf and I were happy for those who could attend, and continued to live our humdrum lives, secretly vibrating in excitement to have the boys in close proximity to us in just a few months. 

And now, my traitor of a best smurf, decided to remind me of this damned concert. Right as I was about to declare freedom and make a run for the exit. I already had my weekend planned. Bubble bath, pineapple rum, stuffed crust pizza, the new Dr. Strange movie…. 

I glared daggers at my friend-turned-traitor. “You dare to mention said concert? On this, the day of my cat’s quinceañera??”

Smurf burst out laughing at the mention of our favorite cat meme. After a moment, she quickly returned to her former stance and glared back at me. 

“Be prepared for your life to change, bitch.”

“What the fuck are you on about?” I laughed, clueless to her ramblings.

“I. Got. Tickets.”

My heart stopped.

“I’m sorry, I just hallucinated. What?”

Smurf huffed and dropped her hands, gripping my shoulders. “I. Got. Tickets. To see the babies. Our boys. The fine ass brigade. The glorious hip thrusters, the—”

“SMURF, YOU WHAT??”

My slightly unprofessional shriek in the middle of the large room filled with small cubicles and people readying for the weekend caused a sudden silence. 

Ducking low, avoiding eye contact with anyone in the vicinity, I grabbed Smurf by the elbow and dragged her into the nearest conference room. 

Tossing her dumb ass at the massive table, I slammed the door shut and stood staring at her, chest heaving. 

“You, what… how??” My brain refused to believe anything that was said in the last 5 minutes.

Smurf placed her hands together in prayer form and giggled maniacally. “I got tickets. To the BTS concert. The one close by,” she gasped out. 

My brain reeled, trying to imagine how this dirt poor office worker could manage to afford thousands of dollars worth of scalped tickets.

“Smurf, did you take your meds today?” I asked cautiously and slowly.

“Oh pfft,” she replied, waving her hand in the air as if to shove that very important inquiry aside. “You remember back in the day when they would give away tickets on the radio?”

“Oh. Yeah, sure. But… how the hell would they manage the phone lines for a BTS concert?” I pondered, imagining millions of phone calls bombarding a poor haggard DJ.

“See, that’s the thing. My uncle has connections, right? And it was a private giveaway. Apparently for certain… members of his club.”

I… did not even want to delve into that information. The infamous uncle of a supposedly… shifty background was also something we never really discussed. Even with some of the seedier clients that passed through my tattoo shop, we really tried to avoid dipping our toes in that area of the underworld. It was just acknowledged and then put aside. 

“So… you called in.”

“I called in.”

“And won tickets.”

“Won front row tickets.”

I blanked, jaw hitting the floor. Front row… the ones that cost tens of thousands….. Holy fuck.

After my brain came back online, cue the AOL start up noises, I blinked several times and closed my mouth.

“....How many tickets did you get?” I asked in a very tiny voice, my brain starting to vibrate with the smallest of hope. 

“Bitch, I got 2. Two mothafuckin tickets to see mothafuckin BTS!!!”

We both screamed and batted our hands at each other like absolute twelve year olds, shrieking and jumping around and losing our ever loving minds. 

Suddenly, reality came crashing down. In the form of His Majesty himself.

“Uh, girls?” he shouted, head peeking in through the open doorway.

We immediately froze and turned, smoothing down our skirts and hair (damn dress codes).

“I believe it's a bit early for a sexy pajama party,” he sneered, laughing at his joke like the arrogant ass he is.

Smurf and I laughed weakly and nodded, apologizing for making such a ruckus.

“Now, get your butts back to finishing up the week, we aren’t paying you overtime. I’ve got a table at Delgado’s with my name on it.” He winked disgustingly and slipped his oily self back out into the beehive/workroom.

Smurf grimaced and gagged. “Ugh, woe be the woman who got snagged into that date.”

“Mmhmm,” I mindlessly agreed, my hindbrain going over every single detail of every single thing that we need to do to get ready for this experience of a lifetime. 

Huffing and shaking off that creepy encounter, Smurf wrapped her arm around my shoulders and dragged me back out into the work room, shoving me at the copy machine. 

“Alright, babes, finish up, we got planning to do, this shit is going down next weekend!!”

My heart skipped a beat and I gripped the Beast in shock. One week. Holy hell, the concert is in one week. I need a drink. I need a Xanax. I need a fucking horse tranquilizer. 

All silly fangirling aside, my soul shivered in happiness, goosebumps spreading all down my skin. I would have the chance to watch these boys perform right in front of me. I will have the chance to witness their talent and voices and silly goofing and see the adoration in their eyes as they serenade their beloved ARMY. 

I will have the absolute honor of witnessing the most acclaimed group of musicians perform on stage. 

And I was absolutely panicked.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts fic #bts x reader #bts and reader #reader insert #bts concert #bts tickets #reader x jungkook #reader x jimin #reader x jin #reader x namjoon #reader x yoongi #reader x taehyung #reader x j-hope

[dde719]

Story update. I will post a mood video tomorrow after work. Enjoy 💜

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[stqrjm]

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[marxy-06]

Favorites Rec List 3

More of my favs -> Thanks to all these incredible writers for making my day a little better :))

Kim Namjoon

Stretch you out (@chateautae)

A little bit in love with you (@joonbo)

Mr. masseuse (@lavenjoon)

"Let me take care of you" (@mintelepathy)

Fantasies (@sweetwritertanya)

Kim Seokjin

24/7 Marriage counselor (@jimlingss)

A better grip (@jinkookspencil)

A helping hand (@jjungkookislife)

You again (@gashinabts)

Soarin' (@aquagustd)

Seokjin's ho ho ho (@yoongsisbae)

Jealous (@youtifulhobi)

Sacrifices (@justcallmenikki7)

Influence (@aquagustd)

Min Yoongi

Back burner (@yoonpobs)

Escapism (@yoonlattesworld)

Finding home (@helenazbmrskai)

Strawberry icecream (@euphoricfilter)

When I needed you (@dreamescapeswriting)

The cockpile: love birds (@httpjeon)

Crescendo (@ugh-yoongi)

Apricity (@delightfulserendipity)

Jung Hoseok

All it takes (@yoongiofmine)

Nibbling it (@jjksblackgf)

The promises we keep (@vyduan)

Your body is an artwork (@borathae)

Maybe the first, but not the last time (@euphoricfilter)

Park Jimin

Oh so reluctant (@back2bluesidex)

Pretty like you (@axigailxo)

Serendipity (@angellesword)

Blowing dandelions (@httpjeon)

All I need (@joonberriess)

Apricot (@vminity21)

Triads and tribulations (@rendaze)

Star light, star bright (@readyplayerhobi)

High school sweethearts (@choiwrites)

Taste of little (@maliby)

Cherry king (@jiminrings)

Turning to stone (@jjungkookislife)

He makes you insecure (@kookiesbuckethat)

Kim Taehyung

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"Besties for the resties?" (@jessikahathaway)

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(If you have any recs pls share, especially for Hobi, Jin, & Rm :))

#writing #bts namjoon #bts v #bts jin #bts suga #bts x reader #bts smut #bangtan #namjoon #jimin #taehyung #run bts #bts jung hoseok #bts jung jungkook #bts jungguk #bts jungkook #bts recs #fanfic #fanfic rec

[euphoricfilter]

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• ° kinktober masterlist

31 days of smut let’s get it °:. *₊ ° . ☆.

please read the warnings for each chapter!!

･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ.

☆ day 1 ~ taehyung: breeding kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, breeding kink, baby talk (but no actual kids because yuck)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 2 ~ : jimin: pet play

tags/ warnings: pwp, pet play, ass play, fingering of both holes, butt plugs, mild dumbification

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 3 ~ jungkook: thigh riding

tags/ warnings: pwp, thigh riding, cumming untouched, implied use of recreational drugs (weed)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 4 ~ hoseok: somnophilia

tags/ warnings: pwp, somnophilia, consensual drugging, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 5 ~ yoongi: praise kink

tags/warnings: pwp, oral (m. receiving), praise kink, vaginal fingering, cum swallowing

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 6 ~seokjin: corruption kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, corruption kink, he’s a little condescending too, just jin teaching you how to touch yourself?, fingering, cumming untouched

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 7 ~ namjoon: double penetration

tags/ warnings: pwp, use of a dildo (the ones that have a hole for fake cum), double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie x2 ?, squirting

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 8 ~ jungkook: size kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, he’s hung okay? whatever you’re thinking make it bigger— he has a fat cock, belly bulge

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 9 ~ taehyung: watersports

tags/ warnings: pwp, watersports (pee), cumming untouched, literally wet and messy

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 10 ~ jimin: cock warming

tags/warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cock warming

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 11 ~ hoseok: oral fixation

tags/ warnings: pwp, fingers in mouth!!!! (lets gooo), oral (m. receiving), cum swallowing, subspace, condescending dom hoseok!!! (lets gooooooo!!!)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 12 ~ yoongi: overstimulation

tags/ warnings: pwp, vibrator, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, minor oral? (f. receiving), unprotected sex

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 13 ~ seokjin: creampie

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cum kink, lil spanking action

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 14 ~ namjoon: face sitting

tags/ warnings: pwp, touched on insecurities, face sitting, namjoon’s a munch, grinding, pleasure dom joon

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 15 ~ jungkook: fingering

tags/ warnings: pwp, fingering, a singular slap to the pussy, squirting, cumming untouched, cum swallowing? sort of? cum is ingested basically, all very lighthearted and fun

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 16 ~ taehyung: spit kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, spitting in a mouth (yum?), wet and messy, unprotected sex, creampie

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 17 ~ jimin: mirror sex

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, fingering, exhibitionism? kinda, they just fuck in a public gym, the panties stayed on, finger in mouth !!!!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 18 ~ hoseok: squirting

☆ day 19 ~ yoongi: free use

☆ day 20 ~ seokjin: spanking

☆ day 21 ~ namjoon: voyeurism

☆ day 22 ~ jungkook: exhibitionism

☆ day 23 ~ taehyung: knotted dildo

☆ day 24 ~ jimin: role play

☆ day 25 ~ hoseok: primal play

☆ day 26 ~ yoongi: shibari

☆ day 27 ~ seokjin: vibrator

☆ day 28 ~ namjoon: cum stuffing

☆ day 29 ~ jungkook: pantie kink

☆ day 30 ~ taehyung: belly bulge

☆ day 31 ~ yoongi: mask kink

#bts smut #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts kinktober #jungkook smut #jimin smut #taehyung smut #hoseok smut #namjoon smut #yoongi smut #seokjin smut #bts x reader #jungkook fanfic #jimin fanfic #taehyung fanfic #namjoon fic #seokjin fanfic #yoongi fanfic #bts #hoseok fanfic

[swanlakebaby]

— valentines special | pjm

about: spending valentine’s day night with jimin.

prompt: valentines day w/ jimin.

⸝⸝ pairing: dom!jimin x sub!reader

⸝⸝ warnings: orgasm, smut, dom jimin, sub reader, bf jimin, hair pulling, bondage, fingering, squirting, etc

⸝⸝ word count: 1.1k

⸝⸝ note: n/a

nsfw, 18+, minors dni

-

“tell me if it’s too tight , okay?” jimin says , tightening the ropes on your wrists. you nod silently , watching as he begins to rub all over your body. you shiver at his touch , aroused in a way that you’ve never felt before. he stands in front of you shirtless , wearing nothing but his boxers.

he hovers over you , rubbing his hands all over your chest area , applying oil onto your stomach. he quickly opens your legs , spreading them as you lie there watching him. he gets in between your legs , lowering himself to give you a quick kiss. he grabs another piece of rope , tightly tying it around your ankles.

he grabs his cock from his boxers and takes it out , stroking himself slightly to get himself hard. he grabs the strings of rope from your ankles and holds onto them , lining his cock up with you. he forcefully pushes himself inside of you , making your insides tense up at the sudden pressure.

not being able to move , you shut your eyes and bite your tongue. jimin looks down at you with no identifiable expression on his face. the room is dim and low volume music plays in the background. he doesn’t move right away , allowing your body to adjust to the feeling of him deep inside of you.

holding onto the ends of the ropes , he puts your legs together over his chest. he wraps his arms around your legs , beginning to passionately stroke inside of you. you whimper , throwing your head back. you try to bring your wrists closer to your face but the tightness of the rope doesn’t allow you to.

jimin smirks , not slowing down. jimin then places your legs around him , lowering himself on top of you , sucking on your neck and leaving territorial marks on you. he nibbles on a small piece of your neck , making you yelp at the pinch feeling from his teeth. he giggles placing his hands around your neck , and squeezing slightly , sure to not actually hurt you.

once he has a firm grip on your neck , he begins to roughly fuck you , the bed shaky and squeaking with each stroke. aggressive moans fill the atmosphere , the sound of sticky skin slapping together. slowing down , he slides out of you and begins untying the rope from your wrists. your wrists are burning and slightly red.

“put your hands together” jimin says in an orderly tone. you do as he says , jimin grabs one of the pieces of rope and ties your wrists together now. he turns you around on all fours , making you use your elbows to hold yourself up. he rubs his tip against the entrance of your vagina before pushing himself in. he groans loudly and curses under his breath. he grabs the oil and begins rubbing it all over your butt. he slowly strokes in and out of you as he does so , making your butt slick and shiny.

he cups his hands on both sides of your waist , fucking you. you arch your back in pleasure , either begging him to go faster or harder. a sharp jolt of pleasurable pain sends a shock through your body as jimin begins to spank you , telling you to shutup and take it.

after a few moments , he slides out. he slowly inserts one of his fingers inside of you , fucking you with his finger. you shake your legs , trying your hardest not to cum. jimin notices and laughs at how much pleasure he’s causing you. he inserts another finger and picks up the pace until you’re practically fucking your self on his fingers. suddenly , he holds you still , ramming his fingers into you at a fast speed.

your breath skips , your stomach feeling tight and tense before a wave of relief comes over your body. you cum onto his fingers , the sounds of your cum on his fingers as he slowly fingers you now. he slaps your butt , taking his fingers out and licking them clean.

your body feels tired , but you know jimin isn’t done.

he grabs onto your hair , lifting your face up from the bed. he pulls you off of the bed and onto your knees as he stands in front of you. he reaches over and grabs a small piece of chocolate , placing it into your mouth. you look up at him as you chew and he softly smirks down at you. “good” he says.

with your wrists still tied together , you place them in between your legs as you sit up on your knees. jimin grabs his cock and puts it on your mouth , letting you take over from there.

you begin to suck him of , his tip feeling slick and firm. he groans huskily as you let his tip rub against the side of your mouth. he curses under his breath , getting a firm grip of your hair before beginning to fuck your mouth. saliva quickly filters out of your mouth and drips onto his cock and the floor. he doesn’t stop , cupping his free hand under your chin as he continues. your eyes begin to water as you beg for him to be softer.

he listens to this request , slowing down. he seems out of breath , but stands you up and bends you over the bed with your legs spread. he lowers himself and gives you a lick on your clit , causing your now extra sensitive nerves to flutter a bit. he places his hand on your clit and begins to harshly rub against it. your moans are loud as you beg him to be harder and faster.

your knees go weak as you suddenly feel liquid rush out of you and onto his hand. he slaps your butt , slowing down his pace. squirt runs down your thighs as he stands up , leaving you bent over the bed in a shaking orgasm.

he wipes his hand off with a towel , before beginning to stroke himself from behind you. you turn your head to face him as you watch , not moving. he slaps his cock against your butt before throwing his head back , releasing his cum all over you. you see as his chest rises and falls rapidly as he finishes. he runs his hands through his hair , tired and worn out.

bending down over you , he kisses you , biting your lip softly , still out of breath.

written by swanlakebaby™

#bts #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts smut #bts x reader #kpop #park jimin #bts jimin #jimin x reader #jiminie #reader x jimin #jiminsmut #jiminbts #jimin bts #jimin smut #jimin #bts reactions #smut bts #fanfic bts #bts army #bts layouts #smut #bangtan #bangta boys

[joonberriess]

a l l i n e e d

p a i r i n g : jimin x reader

g e n r e : boyfriend au

t a g s : college setting(not mentioned), slight breast play, blowjobs, cum eating, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, mentions of squirting, fingering, starts soft and lazy and ends with jimin fucking your brains out lol, socks stay on, porn with no plot at all, degradation, praising, will be continued in a series, listen to the song-

s u m m a r y : it’s a lazy afternoon and you’re watching the sun set with your boyfriend who’s between your legs..

w o r d c o u n t : 1.7 k

You watch the sun set through the large glass window with hooded eyes, one hand is gripping the pillow your head lies on and the other buried in Jimin's soft hair. He's got his sinful tongue spelling out his name in hangul on your sensitive clit. Every so often your thighs tremble and your hips jump from how intense the feeling is. Jimin only presses his tongue harder and flicks it back and forth in quick motions. 

Your back arches when he hits a spot inside of you with his fingers, you curl up a little and a tiny whimper escapes your lips. Jimin grins against your cunt, brushing his fingers over that spot again to watch you squirm. "Jimin-" Your moan is choked up and your head slowly rolls back as you squeeze your eyes shut. 

Jimin hums and wraps his lips around your clit, giving the bud slow yet hard sucks. He moved his fingers a bit faster as your pussy emitted soft squelching noises from how wet you were getting. Your moans rose in volume filling the once quiet room with needy gasps and cries. Jimin keeps his eyes locked on you as his hips subtly grind against the comforter. 

"Right there," you curl your toes and grind into his mouth and fingers, "fuck.." You shakily breathe out and close your eyes. 

Jimin pulls back as he jabs his finger into your tender pussy, hitting your g-spot with every hit as he licks his glossy lips wet with your slick. "Yeah baby?" He smirks as he curls his fingers, "Want more? Want me to stuff your pussy full of my fingers cause two isn't enough for a greedy little thing like you."

"Fuck Jimin, c'mere," you pant breathlessly as you make grabby hands, "fuck me, want your cock to fill me up." You mumble. 

Jimin licks his lips as he crawls up the bed and hovered over you, "Spread 'em." He mumbled and tugged at the loose sweater you wore, briefly recognizing it to be his. 

He left you nude save for just your socks, he pressed his hips flat against yours grinding his bulge against you. You softly moan, feeling the material of his sweats rub over your clit and you chase his hips for the feeling. Your hands slip under his loose shirt and grasp his back pulling him down into you. Jimin's practically smothering you in kisses as he pushes down on your body with his own. 

Jimin leans down to wrap his lips around your perky nipple and gives it a little suck. He feels it pebble up in his mouth as he swirls his tongue around the tip. He sees your other nipple harden and reaches for it giving it a pinch as he switches moments later. You moan softly and feel the heat go straight down between your legs and to your clit. You hold his head against your chest pushing your hips up and grinding against him. Jimin softly sighs as he teases the sensitive bud with his teeth.

He gently slaps your tit and pulls away with a lick of his lips, "So fucking wet," he muses softly and works his sweats down and you're happy to find that he went commando underneath. 

His cock slaps against his stomach, the tip weeping as a bead of precum runs down. He only pushes his sweats off and keeps the shirt on as he gently spreads your legs. He pushes the back of your knees up and grabs ahold of his cock. "Ready baby..?" He mumbled softly, slapping the tip down on your pussy and spreading the wetness around. 

You nod and reach down to grab ahold of your own legs watching as he teases your clit for a little before pushing in slowly. A quiet moan leaves you and your eyes are stuck on where you two are connected. Jimin sighs happily and straightens his back as he stares down at you with pure lust in his hooded eyes. He rests his hand down on your mound, thumb idly rubbing your sensitive clit as his hips slowly rock into yours. 

"Jimin," you softly breathe out as you focus on the wonderful feeling his cock rubbing against your walls giving you delicious friction that makes your mouth water. 

"Hm.." He lazily rolls his hips, not really setting a rhythm just yet. Jimin's enjoying the feeling of your soppy pussy wrapped around his cock, squeezing him just right and coating his shaft with your slickness. "You like that baby? Love being filled with my cock?" He says and moves his hands to settle on the curves of your waist. 

Your body lightly bounces in place from his thrusts that are picking up the pace. Your moans are punched out of you, not too loud but enough for Jimin to hear and know he's making you feel good. "Yes," you breathe out, mouth falling open as you arch your back at a particular thrust, "there-mmm fuck-there, there..!" You whine.

Jimin pants softly and moves you to his liking as he hikes your legs in the air and spreads you wide, "Right there..?" He moans out, his lips parting as he works his hips a bit faster creating these soft clapping noises. 

He loses his patience and starts fucking into you harder and faster. It jostles you and your body moves along the sheets with his thrusts. You let out a drawn out cry, hips rolling upwards in a effort to get more pleasure. Jimin smirks down at you and lets your legs go, he hastily throws off his shirt and leans down to kiss you stupid. He brings a hand up to grip your chin and hold you in place as he slams his hips into your in a unforgiving manner. 

You whimper loudly and grab at his wrist trying to push him away because the pleasure spikes up drastically. He doesn't let up and fucks you hard on the bed. Things take a turn and everything feels hot and you can't breathe. You feel so good, like you died and went to heaven from how Jimin never misses on your g-spot.

He pulls back a little, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. "Gonna cum?" He asks in a breathy tone, "Can feel you getting tighter and tighter baby." he mumbles, "Fucking love your pussy." He chuckles as he presses his forehead to yours and fucks shallowly into you. 

Your mouth falls open as he knocks the air out of you. It feels so good and it makes your legs quiver and pussy flutter from his harsh treatment. You wrap your arms around his neck and hold him close to you, "Fuck me." you stutter out as his hips buck into yours, "Harder.. harder please." You moan out as your lips meet his. 

Jimin grunts softly against you and pistons into you harder with one goal in mind: to make you cum. His hips work into yours harder and harder, balls slapping hard against your ass and pussy gushing around him. The squelching noises are loud and the bed is subtly hitting the wall. You feel your pussy squirt and throb from the pleasure being slammed into you. You're sure he's going to leave you aching for days. 

The orgasm that builds is making you squirm relentlessly, scared but excited to feel it. "Jimin..!" You cry out, "I'm gonna cum, don't stop please!" You sob softly as your shaky thighs close in and press against his sides. 

"Yeah?" He grins and brings his thumb down to rub your clit side to side quickly to match the pace he's going at. 

You cry out weakly, apparently that was enough to do it for you as your orgasm knocks the breath out of you. Your thighs shake from the force as you squirt around him, weak whimpers and groans escaping your lips. Jimin swiftly pulls out to watch your puffy little pussy weakly squirt on to the sheets with some landing on his heated skin. 

"Fuckin' shit baby," he chuckles breathlessly as he holds the base of his throbbing cock, "did so good for me, squirting on my cock like a good girl." Jimin shuffles forward to straddle you, cock smearing your slick over your lips as he taps his cock repeatedly. "Suck me baby, don't be a selfish slut." 

Your mouth falls open and his cock is shoved in, you can taste yourself and bits of precum oozing from the head. You suck on him, tongue swirling around as sloppy noises come from your mouth. Your eyes meet his, red from the crying you had done prior to him making you cum. Jimin quietly curses as he bucks his hips into your mouth, his head rolls back as he stares up at the ceiling in pleasure. 

"Oh fuckk." He whispers, listening to the obscene sucking noises you make. "Keep going baby, gonna cum down your little throat." He moans out. 

He's not far from his orgasm since he had been really close before pulling out. Jimin holds your head close as he rocks into your mouth, feeling your throat tighten up as you gag. It's his favorite thing ever to see: you struggling to take him in as your eyes water and drool runs down your chin. It hurdles him towards his orgasm and a long moan leaves his lips and his cock throbs in your mouth. 

"Shit, shit," he sighs as he pulls out slowly, globs of his cum fill your mouth and some trickles out. He moans softly, holding the base of his cock as he smears his cum over your glossy lips. "That's it baby, be a good girl and swallow." He grunts.  

Obediently you do as your told and then show him you didn't leave a drop anywhere. Jimin chuckles softly and gives you a good ole chin pat of appreciation, "Let's shower and get something to eat I'm starving." He sighs as he lazily rolls off of you and makes his way to the bathroom uncaring that he's nude and your apartment windows are uncovered. 

You hum to yourself, turning to look out the window once more only to see the night sky instead of the sunset that had previously been there. Did you really just spend all evening fucking around with Jimin..? Yes you did. It was the best too.

i missed the other two tags pls im so sorry i realized until the end when i finished writing ! ;-; will write some more including the other tags later on :)

#bts smut #bts #bts fanfction #bts fanfic #bts jimin #reader x jimin #park jimin #jimin x y/n

[peachypinkygloss]

❝𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑❞ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ᥫ᭡.

Boys come and go, but not men. Men stay. They stick. They obsess. a peachypinkygloss' 1 year anniversary special.

rated 18+. minors do not interact. every fiction down below has dark and unethical characters. do not read if uncomfortable/triggered. *no taglist.

"all your glory,"

dior girl ✰ park jimin

Park Jimin is one of a kind. When he wants something, he gets it, no matter how hard it can be. He's not scared to get his hands dirty. If he had any morals, maybe he'd consider his obsession with you getting out of hands. But this man has absolutely no morals.

୨୧ PAIRING. designer!jimin x model!reader

୨୧ GENRE. strangers to lovers, age gap (21 & 38), hard dom!jimin, smut, angst

posted on 09/16/23.

"you like your girls insane,"

secret diary ✰ kim taehyung

A passionate artist, a caring father, a honest and loving man. You first thought you were the insane one for wanting Taehyung all to yourself until he showed you his true colours and how wicked and unhinged his obsession for you has grown to be.

୨୧ PAIRING. dilf!taehyung x babysitter!reader

୨୧ GENRE. dilf au, age gap (23 & 37), dom!taehyung, single dad!taehyung, smut, angst

coming soon...

"and for you i keep my legs apart,"

adultery ✰ jeon jungkook

You were already feeling guilty for messing with a married man, so you didn't need him to confess his unacceptable and lewd feelings for you. Especially when he categorically refuses no for an answer.

୨୧ PAIRING. ceo!jungkook x university student!reader

୨୧ GENRE. infidelity au, age gap (25 & 31), mean dom!jungkook, smut, angst

coming soon...

© 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐲𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 | Do not repost or copy any of my work.

#bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts smut #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts fic #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook smut #jungkook fic #taehyung x reader #taehyung smut #taehyung fic #taehyung fanfic #jimin x reader #jimin smut #jimin fanfic #jimin fic

[curryshesus]

bts fics that radiate sheer utter brilliance

(aka my favorite fics of all time) pt. 1

hello, hello! please make sure to show your love and support to these lovely authors if you enjoyed any of these reads as much as i did <3 note: all of these fics contain nsfw content (minors dni please). enjoy!

➺ the road to you - by @bonvoyagenoona

| ot7 x reader (tae focus) | 110k

au of all aus, best friend!taehyung, high school boyfriend!jimin, professor!yoongi, college boyfriend!jungkook, art enthusiast and city heartthrob!namjoon, barista!hobi, actor!jin, angst, fluff, smut, series

>>summary: "armed with your quick wit, creative passion, talent for storytelling, and innate understanding of your fanbase, you have met every challenge, surpassed every goal, and achieved the unimaginable. despite the earth shifting erratically under your firmly planted feet, you’ve always had a plan. you’ve made peace with the sacrifices you’ve had to make, and you’ve long forgotten the rejections and heartbreaks that came as a result. your agent keeps reminding you that you’re at the precipice of something new, that your audience is waiting for your next project with bated breath. this is usually when you thrive. so why do you feel so lost? and who can you count on from your past to help you find your way?"

➺ matilda - by @babystrcandy

| yoongi x reader | 141.8k

brother’s best friend au, f2e2f2l, slice of life, angst, fluff, eventual smut, series

>> summary: "loneliness had always been a constant for you, haunting you like a ghost; until your older brother’s best friend, min yoongi, came into your life. you both promised each other something back then - you’d always have his support and he’d always have yours. but with time and age, you weren’t sure how much that all still stood to be true."

➺ bitchin' - by @kinktae

| jungkook x reader | 49.5k

1980’s au, inspired by to all the boys i’ve loved before, e2l, fake lovers/college au, frat boy!jungkook, smut, series

>> summary: "the 80s were a time of choices. which perm was right for you? what color neon would you wear next? none of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with jeon jungkook."

➺ flower - by @readyplayerhobi

| hoseok x reader |

online dating au, fluff, future angst, future smut, series

>> summary: "you finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the flower dating app. one of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. what happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

➺ suncity - by @jamaisjoons

| hoseok x reader | 17k

strangers to lovers au, vacation au, angst, fluff, smut, oneshot

>> summary: "when you’d taken a spontaneous trip to barcelona, you hadn’t expected to meet hoseok. more than that, you hadn’t expected to begin a torrid affair with him."

➺ idealizations concerning real life relations - by @venusiangguk

| jungkook x reader | 40.9k

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>> summary: "jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return."

➺ peach parfait - by @jamaisjoons

| seokjin x reader | 19k

enemies to lovers au, fluff, smut, slight angst, two parts

>> summary: "you and seokjin have always been at odds as the top two chefs at big hit academy of culinary arts."

➺ tell me no lies - by @jeongi

| jungkook x reader | 15.1k

ceo au, criminal au, robbers au, angst, smut, minimal fluff

>> summary: "you chose to rob your boss, however; you never expected to fall in love with him."

➺ concrete king - by @bratkook

| jungkook x reader | 16.7k

sweet summer romance, fluff, smut, himbo energy, two parts

>> summary: "when a cute boy in a tacky hawaiian shirt lands a trick in your honor there's no way you could ever say no to him."

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Might as well be drunk in love: 1 of 2

Pairing: OT7 x Reader (CEO AU)

Summary: In which your friend thought it would be funny to give you a love potion, and in which seven CEOs accidentally drank it.

Warnings: Love Potion, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: This idea came to me when I went to the mountain and saw a love potion wine thingy being sold there. I think it's just the name of the wine, anyway! I really, really tried so hard to finish this in one post but it's already almost 8kish and we aren't even near the end sksks Happy New Year, my loves! I hope you'll like my gift for you <3

“Am I that hopeless?”

“What?” your friend asked in faux innocence, blinking her eyes owlishly at you. “I don’t know what you’re getting at, sweetie-“

You glared at her as you pointed in an exaggerated manner at the expensive pink tumbler she handed you mere seconds ago. The tumbler was too fancy, something that you wouldn’t buy for yourself and something that a certain handsome but infuriating CEO of yours was fond of carrying around.

However, what was insulting was the content of the said tumbler.

“I just gifted you that because you mentioned that it was beautiful-“

“Do you really think I’d end up alone?!”

“I don’t understand-“

“You literally just said that you put the love potion you bought in the mountains here!” you hissed lowly, keeping your eyes around the conference room as your department waited for the seven CEOs to arrive. You attempted to smile which more or less came out as a grimace at one of your colleagues who looked at you weirdly because of your mini-outburst. You weren’t exactly meek in nature, nor were you shy. However, you weren’t really keen on letting anyone overhear that your close friend bought you a love potion just because she thought you would end up alone.

That was embarrassing, even for you. So nope, you would for sure keep this under wraps.

Her brows furrowed harmlessly, although you could see a hint of smile on her lips, “You’re welcome?”

“I’m not thanking you-“

Just then, all the seven CEOs walked in the conference room, their presence commanding and silence reigned through the whole room. The first to enter was Min Yoongi. He was strolling in the room with his hands in his pocket. He was said to be the ace of the group who could smell bullshit despite it being miles away. He honestly looked like he would rather be anywhere else than here right now, though. It was the complete opposite of Jung Hoseok, also known as the sunshine of the group. He was smiling widely as he greeted the department and some employees by their names, yet you weren’t fooled by his beautiful smile. He was the strictest of them all. He was perfectionist down to the core and he was the last to forgive any mistake. The last of the hyung line to enter was the Kim Seokjin, the most beautiful man you have ever seen. It was like the room literally lightened up when he stepped in, like the birds sang melodically the moment he opened his eyes. His tall form and his movement were precise as he confidently sauntered to his seat which just so happened to be beside yours. He placed his pink tumbler on the table, so eerily similar to yours sans the engraved of his name on his tumbler. The beautiful asshole didn’t even spare you a glance. Your back unconsciously straightened when the lead CEO, Kim Namjoon, locked eyes with you for a moment when he entered the room.  He was said to be one of the most intelligent man in the whole country. You didn’t even doubt it one bit. He was capable, and his leadership was on another level. Should he decide to run for a political seat, you would undoubtedly vote for him. He had what it took, you thought. He was charismatic, calm and he knew when to listen.

The CEOs were dubbed by the employees to be divided by two: the Maknae and the Hyung line.

Finally, the maknae line entered. The three of them could always be found together. Park Jimin, the eldest of the line, who had one of the most beautiful smiles you ever saw. In fact, you once overheard your colleague that he interacted with her once and it left her thinking of what they really were. He was followed by Kim Taehyung and also labelled as his soulmate. He was expressionless as he entered, only cracking a smile when he turned to Jimin. You always thought that he could be a model or an actor if he wanted to. He definitely had the looks for it. Last to enter was the muscular Jeon Jungkook, also known as the golden maknae of the group. There were no contracts, mergers or acquisitions that he couldn’t convince the other party of signing. Not only was he capable of everything, but he excelled in everything. Thus, his nickname. However, despite the way he held himself during the negotiations, you observed him to be shy and highly reserved. All of a sudden, he looked up from his seat as though he could feel your eyes on him, his doe eyes curious as he took you in. He held your eyes for a moment until he blinked owlishly and looked down at his hands in curiosity.

Kim Namjoon sat in the middle, the others sitting beside him as they regarded the room with a powerful look.

 “Shall we begin?” Kim Seokjin asked, his eyes focused on the slides reflecting in the projector. 

Several headaches, passive aggressiveness from Namjoon, Hoseok and Jimin, disappointed sighs from Jin and Yoongi, difficult revisions ‘suggested’ by Taehyung, and corrections of miniscule errors of calculations by Jungkook later, the meeting finally ended.

You were weary as you trudged out of the conference room the CEOs were still in. They dismissed the department, expecting revisions within the day after tomorrow before discussing among themselves. It was honestly not a lot of time and you could already feel the lack of sleep you and the department would further experience under their tyranny. You willed yourself not to fall asleep as you walked to your desk, your close friend who was equally tired as you sat down on her seat beside your desk.

“I’m so tired. It’s like my soul and all the happiness I was able to experience in my young life were sucked out of me,” she lamented, her head resting on her desk. “If only the pay isn’t so greaaaat. ”

You nodded at what she said, already likening the CEOs to dementors in Harry Potter. Interacting with them made you aged several years. Additionally, meetings with them made you reconsider whether you needed a roof over your head, whether you needed to eat at least twice a day, whether you needed to drink clean water-

Speaking of…this wasn’t your tumbler. 

The horrifying realization made you stood up abruptly. You lifted the pink tumbler to your widening eyes, and by that name there was no denying that this wasn’t yours. Your sudden movement awoke your friend from her own misery, yet you didn’t have the time to explain. Without any further thought, you ran back to the conference room, screaming and crying about how you were definitely going to get fired.

Of course, the elevator was under maintenance.

Of course, you had to run numerous flights of stairs.

Of course, it was just your luck that you ran into your manager just when you reached their floor.

And of course, the moment you opened the door, there they were, innocently drinking from a glass, the tumbler emptied as it sat in the middle of the table.

“Don’t drink that!”

Taehyung was the first to turn to you, his dark expressionless eyes meeting yours with intense stubbornness. He kept his eyes on yours as gulped the contents wholeheartedly.

Oh heavens, no.

He put the glass down with a resounding thud which felt like a nail to your coffin. You turned to look at the other CEOs with shaky eyes and it was apparent that they definitely drank their fair share of whatever was in the tumbler. You, on the other hand, weren’t sure if it was really safe for consumption. You were going to kill your friend for her prank!

Their eyes were focused on you. You couldn’t even blame them. You shouted at them all while looking like a lunatic with your disheveled hair and huffing breaths like you did a marathon. Oh wait, yes you probably did by the amount of running you did today. They were probably thinking that you were mentally unfit for this job and oh my God you were going to lose your job.

“May we help you, Ms. Y/N?” Hoseok asked you politely, his eyes never wavering from yours which was…unusual. Despite him being the image of kindness and approachability, he never looked at his employees for longer than necessary. He was a man that possessed such discipline when it came to his time. This… was absolutely an unnecessary length of time for eye contact.

“T-that’s my drink,” you finally said after tearing your eyes from Hoseok’s. You pointedly looked at the empty pink tumbler, not minding the intense look Namjoon was giving you.

“We apologize, little one,” Namjoon broke the silence, his deep voice awakening you from your stupor. “Yours looked like hyung’s.”

Little one???

 Jimin smirked before running his hand through his blonde locks. His eyes were on yours as he looked up at you. “Yours undeniably taste better, though.”

Before you could even blink, Yoongi pointed at you with a rare smile on his lips. “You looked thirsty. Would you like to go to my office and drink with me?”

Was that…an invitation?!

You felt a hand tugged your sleeve. You turned, only to find beautiful doe eyes looking up at you from his seated form. “Hi! What year were you born?”

“199x-,“ you answered absentmindedly, you eyes roaming around the room when he tugged your sleeve again for your attention.

“You’re older than me!” he gasped; his excitement palpable as he stood up. He towered over you, his grin pleasant and you thought at that moment that he looked a lot like a bunny, or a kangaroo with the way his chest muscles were bulging over his office clothes. “Then you’re my noona! I can call you ‘noona’, right? Come on, take a seat here!”

He pulled the chair closer and tapped on it eagerly.

This was wrong, you thought. Was that thing really effective?! You dreaded to think that it was and you had a certain someone to torture once you get out of this room.

You were shaking your head before he could even pull you and you watched as his expression fell. Suddenly, he looked like a child that lost his toy with the way he was pouting. And nope, you couldn’t deal with that today. You looked at the man who hadn’t spoken one bit before smiling sheepishly at him. You placed his pink tumbler in front of him.

“I apologize. I must have switched yours with mine-“

His jaw tightened as he leaned in. Heavens, he was even more handsome this close. Kim Seokjin looked up at you with his ethereal eyes before resting his chin on his hand. “I’ve been drinking yours since the meeting, my love. It’s absolutely not your fault. Mine was coffee. This-“ he lifted the empty tumbler, “-is, I presume, a juice.”

Confusion further painted on your face, “You knew? Then why did you keep on drinking-“

He shrugged his broad shoulders, “It’s…addicting.”

“O-okay, then I’ll just leave yours here-“

“Tell me, my love. Do you like your job?”

Welp, here it was. You were so going to get fired. Oh my God, how were you going to feed your cat? He had such an expensive taste!

“I-“

“Because there’s an opening in my office. Would you like to be my secretary-“

“But hyung, you already have one-“

“Shut up, Taehyung,” he hissed at the now pouting man before turning to smile at you as though he didn’t berate his co-CEO in front of you. Chaos ensued as the boys fought and bickered for who would be your direct boss as you inched closer to the door.

“I’m just gonna go,” you whispered and before you could even reach the door, Taehyung looked up at you with his sharp eyes.

“Where are you going!”

“I-I have to finish the report this week, right?”

Namjoon stood up before declaring that he would finish it for you. And when you shook your head, “I am officially moving the deadline to next month! No need to stress, my little love!”

You blinked owlishly before doing what was best for you and your sanity- you ran away.

“So, they drank it?”

“Are you even listening to me?!” you shrieked over the phone, walking back in forth in front of your cat that was now looking at you as though he wanted to be adopted by a sane person and not you. “I just told you. They all drank it. All seven of them!”

You could hear the laughter in her voice which was not helping your panic, “I thought you didn’t believe love potions?”

“I-I didn’t! You didn’t see how they were acting! It was so peculiar!”

“Well, honey, how did they act?”

“Kindly! And it’s so weird!”

She paused, her silence making your heart beat faster. “Holy shit. It’s definitely effective. I need to go back there and buy another one for myself-“

“Focus! Is there an antidote or anything?”

“I’m not sure. I’ll have to ask my grandmother that lives there. I’ll let you know, but for the meantime, hold on very tight, okay?”

“What do you mean?!”

“Uhm. She said it’s very potent? I thought she was kidding. We’ll observe them tomorrow, okay? I’ll fix this.“

You were only able to sleep for two hours last night for two reasons: your work that you accomplished at eleven in the evening, leaving you six ample hours to sleep, and second, them.

Your phone didn’t stop ringing last night. You didn’t know how they obtained your number, and you dreaded to think that they used their position to direct the Human Resources department to give your personal number (yup, they definitely did).

You were about to fall asleep when your phone wouldn’t stop, and when you opened your eyes, you wished to all that was holy that you threw away the tumbler as soon as she handed it to you. Or that you didn’t choose the sit next to Seokjin.

You wished to God that your phone wasn’t blowing up now, but it certainly was.

Kookie: Hi, noona! Welcome to the Bangtan groupchat!

You squinted your eyes as the glaring screen illuminated with several messages from them.

Jwehope: Darling, are you a sprite? Because you've got the right amount of fizz to make my heart pop!

Jiminie: That’s so corny. I, for one, think that little one is a magician.

Jiminie: Because everytime I look at her, everyone just disappears.

V: Do you want to disappear, Jimin? Because I can arrange that.

Joonie: Ms. Y/N-shi, do you have a moment? I asked because I would like to discuss something.

At that, your trepidation grew. Among five, the lead CEO definitely held a serious tone. Did they find it as weird as you did that they were paying you attention? Did they trace it to that drink? Were you now in an even bigger mess than you initially thought?

You replied tensely: Yes, I am available, Kim Daepyonim.

WWH Jin: Why are you still awake? Beauty sleep is essential, my love!

Joonie: Great! I’d like to discuss the exponential growth of my feelings for you.

What.

The.

Fuck.

Suga: You’re all so hopeless. My Y/N would never fall for that.

Suga: On the other hand, would you like some Samsung stocks?

And that was why you never got to sleep peacefully last night. You sighed as you got on the bus. You opted to leave at an earlier hour because you wanted some time to think without the noise of the world and the buzzling movement of people commuting. You could feel a headache coming, but you prayed that it wouldn’t come through.

You should have known your prayers were seldom heard.

A vacant seat on the backside of the bus greeted you, and you were only too elated to finally sit throughout your commute. Peace, finally, you thought. You had barely settled in, barely breathed a sigh of relief when the once empty chair beside you was filled in by none other than him

“Fancy running to you here!” Taehyung noted in a deep voice as though this was not part of his plan, as though he didn’t wake up at a godforsaken hour just to ‘run’ to you.

You blinked, astonished by his presence. This was the last place you expected him to be. Hell, you didn’t even sure he ever experienced riding a bus! What the fuck was he doing here? Where was now your peace?!

“You-You’re here…” you trailed off, your eyes widening in shock as your brows furrowed in disbelief. You had foolishly thought that maybe, once they slept it off, then it would slowly be flushed out of their system. Oh, how wrong could you be. “Why?”

Taehyung smirked at you, his dark eyes taking you in. His dark hair was gelled up, his suit impeccable and without any crease in sight. He was somehow manspreading and you weren’t stoic enough not to notice the way his thick thigh was touching the side of yours. “I wanted to see you.”

“You’re so…honest.”

He didn’t even look embarrassed by his honesty. It didn’t displace him; what did was the annoying pain in his heart as the hours passed by and you weren’t in his arms nor his sight. He hated it. It felt wrong!

The other boys weren’t fairing any better but oh well, to each of his own. He may or may have also drained their cars of gas so they couldn’t leave. He thought that no one needed you as much as he did.

“I surmised that you wouldn’t believe if I say I frequent this path just for the hell of it, correct?”

You nodded dumbfoundedly as speech eluded you. His candor was definitely out of this world, and he seemed to not care as he only stared right at you.

“Now,” he whispered before tucking your hair behind your ear. “Now I feel at peace. The annoying pain finally stops.”

What pain?!

Before you could even ask him to elaborate, his head leaned on your shoulder.

“Daepyonim Kim-“

“Just stay like this for a while. I didn’t get to sleep, my love,” he answered in his hoarse voice, his eyes already closed as he dozed off. You didn’t know why you let him. It absolutely was not due to the fact that you felt your heart skipped a beat when he laid his head on your shoulder. Nope.

You managed to run away from Taehyung once the two of you arrived at the company, simply by practicing your non-existent ninja moves and awkwardly slipping out of the elevator just as the doors closed, his face an image of betrayal and panic. You breathed a sigh of relief before running out of the building. You still had an hour before you were needed, you for sure wouldn’t spend it inside that establishment or you would end up crying.

You were focused on your phone as you read real life stories of love potions. The sharing of stories kept on increasingly became more serious and scarier. You had yet to find a post about antidote. You weren’t 100% set on it being real, but the way Taehyung acted today was not right.

For heaven’s sake, the man barely said any word to you for the whole year you worked in their company. He had only looked at you before, and now he was outright going to you. But maybe, the other CEOs weren’t affected?

It was a hopeful thought, and you felt yourself smile a little- which of course vanished just as quickly when you looked up from your seat in the coffee shop to see Park Jimin sitting in front of you. You didn’t even know how he moved so smoothly and quietly. He was smiling at you, his head tilted to the side. His blonde hair stood out as the sunlight hit his hair perfectly.

“Good morning, beautiful!”

“Daepyonim Park,” you gasped both at shock and well, his beauty. His smile turned wider before he tried to hide it as he sipped from his coffee cup.

“Just Jimin, little one. I presume Taehyung- the bastard who will soon be six feet underground for what he did, by the way- already went to see you?”

You nodded, “He did…”

He scrunched his nose before resting his chin on his hand as he leaned into you. His pouty lips were protruding even more as he looked over his long lashes to you. My God, this man was so charming and his movements seemed so sensual. You didn’t know what it was about him, but you finally, finally understood your coworker who had a major crush on him for years based on one interaction.

“He’s so bad, my love. Did he tell you that he drained all our cars’ gas tank at two in the morning?” he asked in a conversational manner as though it didn’t faze him. His other hand reached to yours, slowly entangling them together and giggling a little at the slight size difference. He found them perfect and cute.

God, you were so endearing, he thought to himself.

“He did what?!”

He nodded slightly, holding your hand up to inspect further before quietly taking a picture of your clasped hands. You were so out of it that you just let it be.

“What Taehyung failed to account for was the existence of taxis. He only managed to anger six men, so good luck to him today. But enough about him,” he stated before looking into your eyes. Being the sole focus of Jimin was just too much, you thought. He was bigger than life, and his inherent appeal was palpable that even girls around the coffee shop kept on stealing glances on him. “I miss you so much today that my heart and head hurt so much, yeobo. I thought that I was going to die if I don’t see you.”

Your brows furrowed in concern before pulling your hand from him and you could have sworn you heard him whimpered. You laid the back of your hand on his forehead, trying to see whether he had fever today. He felt fine, you concluded, as you looked closer to see if he looked sick.

Maybe the ‘love potion’ caused these symptoms? Taehyung did mention experiencing pain.

You managed to escape from Park Jimin when he insisted on buying you pastries, and you in turn ran to the exit like your life depended on it. And perhaps, it did because you were running late. You only had fifteen minutes and the coffee shop you went to was not fifteen-minute away from the office. You were running like a lunatic, waving at the taxi that finally took pity on you. You were about to open the door when a large and tattooed hand slammed it shut.

You looked up in anger, ready to berate the man who did such a rude gesture when you recognized who it was.

Right then and there, and despite it being barely eight in the morning, you already met the entirety of maknae line. Jeon Jungkook looked like a badass with his all-black getup, his hands wrapped in motorcycle gloves, and his hair carelessly falling around his face. Despite all that, he looked innocent with the way he grinned at you, his nose all scrunched up when he greeted you.

“I’ll give you a ride, noona. Come on,” he stated as he gestured at the black motorcycle haphazardly parked on the side. You had never ridden one, and you didn’t want to start now. On the other hand, the taxi was already driving away and you could only look at it with longing.

You decided that you could afford being late just this once instead of riding with him. You were shaking your head.

“But you’re going to be late. I’m going there, too, so it’s no bother if that’s what you’re thinking-“

“No it’s just… I like to walk during the mornings…really.”

He frowned at you as he removed his gloves, “Didn’t you read the memo about tardiness, Y/N?”

“What memo?”

He was typing rapidly on his phone, “About how there would be 50% deduction of the salary should there be any tardiness this month…didn’t you know?” he asked innocently as he finished typing, his doe eyes trained on yours. Coincidentally, the moment he pocketed his phone was the moment your phone dinged.

“I don’t think that’s legal, though. I haven’t received the memo-“

You looked down at your phone, and there it was, an email about that. How could it only reach you now?!

You looked up in panic, and he looked at you with a hint of satisfaction before covering it with an innocent smile. “Shall we? I promise I don’t bite.” Yet.

He drove like a lunatic and you thought that you would really rather be late than experience a thrill such as this. Of course, it was only natural that you didn’t want to put your arms around him. You technically didn’t know him at a personal level and Jungkook did know that.

So, of course, like the intelligent man that he was, he only did the thing that made sense. He sped up, and he chuckled as your adorable screams reached his ears. Your equally lovely arms were now wrapped around him as they should always be and for once since yesterday, the ache in his heart eased. He felt at peace.

He giggled when you finally realized that this was not the path to the office, but in his mind, his other hyungs already got to spend time with you. Shouldn’t he too?

Jungkook helped you get off his bike, his eyes closely watching your expressions as you took the scenery around you. It was quiet despite the busy world below. The overlooking garden he brought you to was enchanting and it remained untouched by the quick-pacing world below. Jungkook couldn’t help but mirror your smile.

“It’s even more beautiful at night, noona. I come here when things get quite overwhelming.”

You turned to him as the two of you sat down. He had laid his leather jacket for you to sat on, a true gentleman you would think if only you weren’t aware that he drank the potion. “The golden maknae gets overwhelmed, too?”

He scrunched his nose at you before softly pinching your nose, “Of course, I do. I’m only human. I was trained when I was only thirteen…it gets too much sometimes. But it’s okay. I like it, and I like the hyungs, too. That’s why I cannot get mad at Tae.”

“He didn’t just empty the gas tank, but he also hid the keys. For added measure, he deflated my tire. He only did that to me. Should I be mad, little one?” he asked with the perpetual charming and shy smile on his face. “Ahh, but I cannot stay mad at him. I do understand him.”

“You do?”

He nodded eagerly, “I would have done the same thing if only he didn’t do it first. You do make us crazy, little one. Why is that?”

It was an eventful morning, and you weren’t foolish enough to think that the rest of your day would be any different. You friend was still yet to be found as she was preoccupied with researching for further information about that potion, which she should have done before giving it to you!

You sighed for the million time as you stared at your food. You were sitting alone in the company’s cafeteria as you were eating your late lunch. The workload was just too much today despite Kim Namjoon’s departmentwide directive that the revision would be presented the following month. Your superiors did find it peculiar and thought that the head CEO was simply playing with them and that he would cruelly demand the output the next day. See, even his reputation preceded him, you thought. It wasn’t in his nature to be lenient when it came to deadlines.

The sudden gentle thud of food a lunch box made you jumped from your seat, your eyes widening as you saw that it was none other than the eldest of the CEOs, Kim Seokjin. Disbelief held you captive. It was an unexpected sight – the CEO, whose tailored suits and polished demeanor spoke of boardroom authority, now standing before you with a container of something that smelled absolutely delicious.

He smiled at you as he took the empty seat in front of you. He busied himself with laying and opening the numerous food containers in front of you. Your eyes widened at all the homecooked meals in front of you.

“I got up at four in the morning to prepare all these. I still don’t know what your favorites are, but we’ll figure it out as we go, right?” he asked, busying himself with putting food on your plate. “Always eat on time, little one. It’s bad to skip meals.”

“W-why did you cook all these?”

He blinked owlishly at your question; surprise written on his face. “Well, my love, I couldn’t sleep and I felt this stabbing pain by the mere thought that you weren’t eating enough.”

“You don’t have to do that-“

“So from now on, I decided that I’ll always cook for you,” he declared strongly before lifting his chopsticks with vegetables to your mouth. Suddenly, you felt eyes on you.

How could you forget that you were in the company?! Your head turned, looking at the employees who were all watching your interaction with the unobtainable CEO. They were whispering and you knew by the end of the hour, everyone in the company would know of this. How could you live once they had the antidote? You could already hear the rumors about how you were just for their entertainment once they tossed you aside.

You were about to stand up when Seokjin gently gripped your chin. He turned you to him, his beautiful eyes willing you to listen to him. “Don’t mind them, little love. Pay attention to me only. Nothing and no one matter outside us, okay?”

It wasn’t okay because none of this was real. On the other hand, the meal tasted heavenly…

---

If they weren’t going to get sick, you definitely would. You felt like you would collapse any moment.

The amount of stress was taking a toll on you. You felt like you needed to be on your guard, lest another CEO would ambush you. You were just human! And they all looked like they stepped out of a photoshoot, or that they were ethereal beings that decided to go down on the mortal realms. The way they were showering you with attention and declaring their attraction to you and the way they said that not being with you felt like a stabbing pain in their hearts were all getting to you, damn it!

You were just a girl.

And once this all ended, you were dreading to think of what would be left of you now that you saw them on a closer and more personal level. You wanted to think that this couldn’t get any worse, but it did as you read the most elusive of the CEOs’ email to you.

Hi, my little one,

I hope this email finds you well. I am writing to request your presence at a meeting in my office to discuss my growing feelings for you today at 2:00 pm. Your insights and expertise on this matter would be highly valuable to the discussion, and I believe your input will contribute significantly to our objectives of being together forever and ever.

Thank you in advance for your cooperation, and I look forward to our discussion.

Best regards,

CEO Min Yoongi

He had this faraway look on his face when you were led by his secretary in his office. His hands were in his pocket as he looked at the bustling city from his floor to ceiling window. His black long hair was sleeked back, revealing his stoic face. The dark suit he was wearing did nothing but compliment his form. You had never noticed how broad his shoulders were until now.

He looked like he was not paying attention, yet he turned around the moment that the door closed behind you. Min Yoongi looked at you for a moment too long that you started to shift uncomfortably. His attention was just too much, and you couldn’t act like you were no longer affected by any of it.

And from the looks of it, the moment you blushed was the exact moment his face softened. He gestured for you to take the seat in front of his desk. He mirrored your movement, now sitting on his expensive swivel chair. He clasped his hands and rested them on the mahogany table.

“Daepyonim Min-“

He held his finger up, asking for your silence before spilling what you thought to be both outrageous and the most beautiful and heartfelt thing anyone had ever said to you in this life. “You’re beautiful, and not just in the way that you look. No. You’re beautiful in the way that the sun finally shines after a month of storms; you’re beautiful in the way that the waves keep on going back to the shore even after they were pushed away in the desire to kiss the sand; you’re beautiful in the way that flowers bloom after the unforgiving winter coldness. And that is why I’m giving you Samsung stocks.”

Confusion settled over you like a fog. You had almost melted from what felt like a poetry when he once again brought up his stocks idea from last night.

“I-I really don’t need Samsung stocks, Daepyonim Min…”

He looked aghast at your statement, before reaching over the table and holding your hand in his particularly large ones. “Call me Yoongi, my love. Or better yet, call me your other half,” he implored you and he only let go when you nodded in confusion.

“Also, nonsense! Everyone needs that stock, little one. Besides, nothing speaks more about my love for you than giving you all my Samsung stocks. And above and beyond, it filled me with this immense pain knowing that you’re just out there not owning any of their stocks. I couldn’t breathe with the mere thought of you going without.”

“Excuse me?”

And with a stoic face, he said, “Congratulations, little one. You’re now a millionaire."

At six in the evening, the head CEO finally made an appearance. You did find it peculiar that you had a fairly quiet afternoon after meeting with Yoongi. Your brows were pinched together as you were lost in thought when the elevator opened, revealing the head CEO. He had yet to notice you, his large and imposing form leaning against the side of the elevator. His eyes were close. You noticed that his white sleeves were already folded, his tie already loosened as his black suit laid on his thick forearms.

Kim Namjoon was the image of weariness, and you thought he looked quite pale. Your growing concern for him was what made you stepped inside the lift rather than running away yet again. The sound of your heels as you stepped in was the only sound in the elevator. You pressed for the ground floor and you saw that the floor for basement three was already pressed. Perhaps, the head CEO was going home now. Now that you were standing almost next to him, you only further affirmed how small you were next to him. He was already larger than life, and the way he always held himself exuded confidence made him more striking…and manly in your eyes.

The ride was fairly quiet, and through it all, he had his eyes closed. You kept on stealing glances, thinking that maybe among the other CEOs, he took in the least amount of potion. You felt lighter with that thought. At least you only had five men you needed to find the antidote for. Come to think of it, you hadn’t seen the sunshine of the group, Jung Hoseok yet.

The elevator dinged, signifying your floor. You had taken merely a step when you felt a large hand completely encircling your wrist, effectively stopping you from leaving. You automatically turned, startled to find him with his eyes trained on you. He looked way too alert for someone who had his eyes closed for the past minute. You gasped when he pulled you closer to him as he pressed the close button.

“Daepyonim Kim,” you called him as you craned your neck to look at his draconic eyes.

“Leaving so soon?" he asked, his deep voice carrying a subtle mix of amusement and curiosity.

You hesitated, the words tumbling out of your mouth as he caught you off guard. “I... uh, yes. I was heading to the lobby. I’m about to leave for the night," you stammered, attempting to regain composure.

A playful smile curved his lips as he completely blocked the exit. leaned against the elevator frame, effectively blocking your exit, which sounded successful as the door closed. “I missed you,” he breathed as he took you in, his thumb gently running over the inside of your wrist as though touching you brought him immense comfort. “A lot. It was hell without seeing you the whole day.”

You blinked owlishly and you wanted nothing but to hide your face from the intensity of his gaze, but he wouldn’t let you. Instead, he smiled so gently at you, the dents on his cheeks making an appearance which made him more charismatic that you couldn’t say no when he told you that he would take you home.

But he didn’t exactly say which home because you ended up in what turned out to be the CEOs’ huge ass mansion. Your eyes roamed around the mansion, the high ceilings and the fancy marble flooring all screamed wealth that you didn’t even dare of dreaming to have. He confidently led you to what appeared to be a grand dining room. The room bathed in the soft, flickering glow of candlelight, casting a warm and intimate ambiance. The delicate flames danced gracefully, creating patterns of light and shadow that played across the table. The air carried the subtle fragrance of the candles, a mix of vanilla and subtle hints of lavender.

The dining table was adorned with crisp, white linen, and the flickering candles were nestled in elegant holders, their glow reflecting off polished silverware and crystal glasses. Each flame seemed to dance in harmony with the gentle melody playing in the background, creating a soothing symphony that enveloped the space.

He pulled a chair for you, and instead of sitting across from you, he sat beside you. He chuckled lowly when he caught your questioning eyes, “I have been apart from you for so long today, little one. I need this to feel alive.”

You straightened up in vigilance that the other CEOs would show up. “Are the others here, too?”

He looked at you like you said something funny. The chef he hired today gently laid all the dishes he made, explaining about each dish before wishing the two of you an enjoyable night. Namjoon told you that he wouldn’t feed you any of the food he made unless he enrolled himself in a culinary school first, hence the chef. He waited for the chef to leave before turning his full attention to you.

“I shipped them off to Antartica.”

“You what?!”

“I simply said we were flying to Japan for a quick meeting. They believed. I lied. End of. So anyway, how many children do you think we should have?”

My God, you wanted so bad to lay on your bed and sleep the whole night. You though about filing for sick leave tomorrow, you were long overdue for a leave, anyway. Kim Namjoon was kind enough to drop you off. However, it was only after you promised him that you would talk about possible schools for your future children that he let you go.

On the other hand, your friend finally called and you were sorely disappointed to know more about what she gathered today. Her grandmother had to ask the other folks that lived in the mountain about your situation and it somehow appalled you that you weren’t the first to experience this.

It was, at the same time, sad to see people resort to this from loneliness.

Was an artificial, forced love and companionship better than being alone?

There were both an instant and quite a long-term effect of the potion, she said. The instant was mostly upon ingesting the liquid. Once they locked eyes with the owner of the potion which so happened to be you since she technically gifted it to you, then the immense attraction would start. You thought that this explained why the seven of them all acted that way in the conference room.

The long-term effects were what caused you to groan all the way up to your apartment. And right then and there, you saw what the long-term effects were. As you trudged up to your apartment, you felt the exhaustion to your very bones. You were looking forward to a hot shower in an effort to wash away the problems that stemmed from a simple prank when you saw who was leaning against your front door.

The last of the CEO, Jung Hoseok, was leaning against the door, his head bowed down as he clutched his heart. He looked like he was in unfathomable pain, his lips almost the shade of white. And your friend’s words echoed in your mind.

‘Prolonged non-contact with the object of their desires will cause them to be physically ill.’

You hurried up to him, holding his shoulders as you looked at him. You were crouched down in front of him, peeking up at his pained face.

“S-sir, are you okay?”

His chest tightened, his face contorted, a mask of agony etched with lines of distress. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, evidence of the intense effort to draw in even the smallest amount of air. The hallway fell silent, save for the raspy, labored breaths that escaped him.

‘They may try to fight the unexplainable feelings they have, and this will only cause them harm. In fact, if they go without you for a long period of time, their body will suffer for a long time.’

“Hoseok? Can you hear me? I’ll call for help, okay?” you tried to make yourself sound calm for his sake, but seeing him struggling, desperate to gasp for air was making you panic. Your negligence did this, you thought. You should have made sure that you were holding the right tumbler that day.

You were about to turn to call for help when you felt a hand pulled you closer, and before you knew it, he had his arms around you. He was still breathing hard, but you noticed that the shallow breathings were farther and apart as though he could finally breath. The moment you touched him, the moment you looked into his eyes was the exact moment that a wave of relief swept over him as the oppressive grip on his chest began to loosen. The moment that you called his name was the moment that the torment that had shackled his every breath gradually lifted, replaced by the sweet release of a deep, calming respiration.

“Don’t leave me.”

‘However, every interaction with you would only make their attraction grow further.’

You placed a glass of water in front of the man who now looked perfectly fine as though he wasn’t fighting for his very life outside your apartment. He was offering you reassuring smiles as he gently watched you. He was surrounded by sacks of expensive cat food, toys, and vitamins. And of course, your cat was only too happy with them, evident by the excessive purring he was emitting as he climbed on the CEO’s lap.

“I did hear that you have an adorable son int the form of a cat,” he started as he petted your spoiled cat. “As his future daddy, I would like to provide for him as early as now.”

You didn’t pay attention to whatever he was saying, and instead, you sat next to him to see if he was really fine. The paleness was now exchanged by a healthy look on skin. It was as though that didn’t happen.

“Hoseok, listen…the reason that you are all acting this way to me, the girl you didn’t even notice before this, was because-“

“Because of that drink, right?” he interrupted you, wearing a soft smile that conveyed he harbored no anger.

“Y-you know…”

He nodded before tilting his head, “I do. It’s weird, as you said. The thing is, all of us suspects the same thing. You, little one, only confirmed it.”

“I didn’t mean for any of these to happen-“

The soft look he had was now dropped, revealing the strict CEO that everyone knew him to be. “Regardless, little one. You need to take responsibility over your actions.”

“H-how?”

“You’re going to live with us until all of this fades. You’re going to take responsibility over us, my love.”

Part 2

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