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Celebrity Crush| part 1 | BTS x Reader mini series

Pairing: BTS x Celebrity!Reader

Key words: celebrity crush, singer, idol.

Word count: around 8,000

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Okay, this one is just regular fluff, but it definitely has potential to become more juicy, maybe even angsty... I had many ideas when I was writing it, but decided upon cutting it where I did. Maybe there will be part two to this story, maybe not. If there will be it will also probably be able to functionas a totaly separate one shot. Also I couldn’t decide on a ship here! Initially it was supposed to be RM, but I kept coming back to JK (my bias xd). That’s where possibility of an angst story lays... Anyway tell me what you think of this piece!

“AH!” Namjoon exclaimed, dropping his spoon down into his soup.

“Hey, watch it! You’re spilling everything!” Seokjin yelled back at him as some of his friend's soup splashed out from his bowl.

“What happened?” Hoseok asked, sipping his soup slowly and looking at Namjoon with curiosity.

“It’s-It’s (Y/N).” He stuttered out, his eyes still glued to the screen of his phone. He was scrolling through Twitter when he noticed a tweet from his favourite female artist, (Y/N), announcing her world wide tour.

“What? Did she message you?” Seokjin asked him with a chuckle, knowing well that wouldn’t happen.

“I wish.” Namjoon scoffed and clicked on a link to an article some music site posted immediately after reading (Y/N)’s tweet. “(Y/N) has announced details of her long-awaited world tour.” He read out loud to his friends already feeling his heartbeat pick up. “The singer has continuously updated her fans on the details, promising them that she was working on the announcement. Now, via a short video on Instagram simply captioned ‘Hello world’, she has finally revealed when and where the No Limitations tour will be starting off. You can see the full dates, which she simultaneously posted on her Twitter account, below.” He quickly scrolled down to take a look at the dates and locations. His jaw dropped as he scanned down the list and noticed the Asia leg of the tour. “Soul is on the list.” He muttered. “In January. Seoul is on the list.” He repeated looking at his friends with wide eyes.

“Finally!” Hoseok exclaimed reaching across the table to pat him on the shoulder. “You can go see her then.”

“It hasn’t been announced when tickets will go on sale.” Namjoon said in panic as he frantically searched the internet for information about the tour.

“I’m sure our staff can get you in there without a ticket.” Seokjin said casually, but Namjoon took the matter very seriously. (Y/N) wasn’t just someone who’s music he liked. He also had a huge crush on her as a girl in general and he wasn’t about to pass on an opportunity to see her perform live.

“I have to talk to our PD about that.” He said in an excited tone and clicked his Messages app to draft up a passionate yet professional text saying how much he wants, no, needs to go to (Y/N)’s Seoul concert.

“Now?” Seokjin asked, taken aback a little by his fast pace.

“No time to waste. It’s (Y/N) we’re talking about.” Namjoon chuckled. “If all goes well maybe we could work on some music together.”

“Yeah and maybe something more.” Hoseok teased him, earning a loud laugh from Seokjin. Namjoon only smiled up at them from his phone, because among those who followed the news about BTS it was a well known fact that he had a thing for (Y/N).

Whenever they would get asked about their celebrity crushes in interviews he would say (Y/N)’s name. Ideal girl - someone like (Y/N). A song they could listen to on loop - (Y/N)’s latest single. Fashion inspiration at the moment - (Y/N). Favourite movie - that one (Y/N) had a cameo in for like three minutes. It would happen so much that ARMY’s started making compilations of him talking about her on YouTube called “Namjoon drooling over (Y/N) for 7 minutes straight” and so on. At first he was embarrassed about it, but after some time that awkward feeling turned into hope that maybe she’ll see it and fall for him as well. He knew it was wishful thinking, but he still liked to imagine the moment you would message him saying you would love to collab on a song.

“I’m going to go talk to our PD.” Namjoon said, as he took off the bright pink sunglasses with Happy New Year written on top of them in a silly font. He wore them for the small photoshoot they just had for BTS’s New Year’s Eve post on Twitter.

“Now?” Jimin asked him, raising his brows. He was still wearing his party hat he put on for the session. “It’s New Year’s Eve.”

“I know. I just-” He was interrupted by Taehyung’s loud cheer. “I’ll be right back.” Jimin just shook his head at his eagerness to find out whether (Y/N)’s staff has already answered BigHit’s request for letting Namjoon go to your show with a backstage pass as a celebrity guest of sorts.

Since they were already at the BigHit headquarters for the photoshoot and a little celebration for the beginning of the new year Namjoon had to walk just a couple of doors down to get to PD’s office. He took a deep breath before knocking on the door. After hearing a faint invitation he pressed on the handle and opened it.

“Oh, it’s you. Why aren’t you with the others celebrating?” The PD asked, obviously surprised to see Namjoon.

“Ah, yes. I’ll be joining them in a minute.” He said, remembering Jimin’s words. “I just came here to ask about the No Limitations show. It’s in January and since it’s already first of the month I wondered-”

“Ah, of course.” PD cut him off with a smile. “You're going.”

“Really?” Namjoon asked in shock.

“Yes, all of you are.” Namjoon must have looked very confused for a moment there, because PD rushed with an explanation. “We got an answer saying they were going to issue a formal invitation to the concert and an after party to the whole band anyway. Go and pass on the news to the rest of the boys. We’ll have a proper meeting about this next week.” Namjoon thanked him accesively and assured he’ll let the rest of the members know about the situation. As he walked down the hall he heard their voices from the dance studio they had the photo shoot in. He was speechless.

“It’s happening.” He thought, leaning on the wall to catch a breath before coming inside. After a moment he pushed the door open and joined his group members with a bright smile.

“Guys, guys. Listen” He called. “We’re going to (Y/N)’s concert!” He exclaimed and they cheered, gathering around him, smothering him with hugs and tugging on his cheeks teasingly.

“Look at him.” Jimin chuckled pointing at Namjoon who was pacing around the room. “So excited for the concert.”

“Of course he is. He’s going to meet his crush.” Seokjin added, also laughing.

The whole group was teasing him about (Y/N) all throughout January. It was seventeenth today, the day of her Seoul show and he couldn’t wait. They already got their hair and makeup done. They were dressed to the nines. All that was left was to get to the show.

“The car is here.” Someone from the staff announced and all the boys got up from their spots. As they walked down the hall together they all took turns patting Namjoon on the shoulder for encouragement.

“Do you think we’ll have a chance to talk to her?” Jungkook asked with excitement when they were all in the car together.

“Of course!” Hoseok exclaimed.

“No, but like, for real talk. Not just: nice to meet you, let’s take a picture, goodbye.” The youngest explained quickly.

“Hopefully.” Seokjin said, patting Namjoon on the thigh as that was something he was worried about. He would definitely be happy if he got even only a second with (Y/N), but he wished for more.

After a short drive the car stopped in an underground parking lot under the venue of the concert. As they got outside they could hear the cheers of the crowds gathered outside. Their staff took them on an elevator explaining once again how the night will go. First a before party with other guests, then the concert itself and after that the after party at a hotel. Namjoon repeated the sequence of these events in his head a million times already. Technically he was prepared, but practically he was a mess. His hands were sweating and his heart was racing like crazy. He looked around the small elevator at his closest friends and the familiar faces of BigHit staff who were accompanying them. Realising he has so many people around him for support eased his nerves a little.

“I can’t believe we’re in the same building.” Namjoon muttered under his breath.

“Yeah, she was also in the same building as us at the VMA’s and AMA’s and so on.” Yoongi teased him and everyone chuckled.

“That’s true, Namjoon.” Taehyung agreed with a grin. “You shouldn’t be so worried.”

“Easy for you to say.” Namjoon added right as the elevator door opened.

“Yeah, she already saw us perform at one of the award shows. She knows who we are. It’s going to be fine.” Jimin said in a nervous tone. Namjoon just nodded to himself trying to make the anxious thoughts go away as they approached the area where the before party was held.

They were all excited to see (Y/N)’s show and attend her after party, but with the tremendous enthusiasm also came the stress of meeting an A list celebrity from overseas.

“I can’t believe she’s still not here.” Namjoon whined to Taehyung and Jimin as the rest of the group scattered to chat with other invited idols and celebrities. “All the dancers and her band are here already.”

“It’s still early.” Taehyung tried to cheer him up. “She’ll show up any moment. I’m sure.”

“Definitely.” Jimin agreed with him energetically.

Before Namjoon could voice another concerned thought lingering in his brain everyone in the room started cheering and clapping. He looked around wondering what caused this reaction as he noticed the obvious reason.

“Thank you all so much for coming.” (Y/N) said stopping somewhere in the middle of the gathered crowd of celebrities and staff. “It means a lot. Really.” She put her hand to her chest as she spoke. “If all goes well the show will be starting in a couple of minutes. Wish me luck and have fun.”

“That’s it?” Taehyung asked as (Y/N) was rushed away by her staff to the stage entry. “I thought she was going to chat with everyone or something.”

“Do you chat with guests before the show?” Jimin asked. “That’s what the after party is for.” He explained and Namjoon hummed in agreement. Just the quick glimpse he caught of her was enough to leave him speechless.

“Let’s go watch the show.” Hoseok said approaching the three from behind with the rest of the group following close behind.

There was a big screen in the backstage lounge and a couple of smaller TV’s located at the stage entries for those that wanted to glance at the stage during the show to see the real deal. They watched the first half of the show in the lounge and later relocated to the left entry area. Namjoon’s eyes were glued to the screen as everyone around him chatted away. He tried to pay attention to the conversation and partake from time to time, but his focus quickly went back to (Y/N). She looked stunning singing and dancing on stage.

Suddenly a group of staff dressed in all black rushed into the area they were hanging out in with some other guests.

“Wardrobe change, left.” One of the staff said as she clicked on her earpiece.

Namjoon almost jumped out of his seat when he saw (Y/N) jogging down from the stage and into the swarm of her people from her team.

“Woah, that gave me chills.” Yoongi commented as (Y/N) passed by them surrounded by her wardrobe, hair and makeup team.

“Say something.” Hoseok whispered, elbowing Namjoon’s side.

“Like what?” He asked following (Y/N) with his gaze as she disappeared behind her dressing room's door.

“Great show, looking good. Anything really.” He encouraged him with a cheeky smile.

“No.” Namjoon shook his head, already feeling the blood rushing to his head.

“Do it. Do it.” The rest of the members repeated after Hoseok, but he only shook his head once again.

“She’ll come out any second.” Seokjin added in a warning tone.

He was right. The dance number performed by her backup dancers was getting to an end and (Y/N) should be running out onto the stage soon to sing the next song.

“Great show!” Jungkook yelled out in English.

All the boys’s heads snapped in his direction and then onto (Y/N). She was walking out of her dressing room in long strides. As Jungkook yelled out his praise she turned to look his way without stopping,

“Thank you!” She answered quickly before being escorted by her staff into the understage corridors.

All the boys started shoving and pushing the youngest member teasingly.

“Namjoon was supposed to say that. You took over his part. Jungkook, you’re so eager.” They yelled with laughter.

“What time is it?” Taehyung asked the group as most of the guests gathered in the backstage lounge to watch the encore of the show.

“It’s close to eleven.” Seokjin answered, looking at his phone.

“Before we finish off the show with this last song I just wanted to take a minute to say: Thank you so much.” (Y/N)’s voice echoed from the stage and through the speakers in the lounge. She was standing in the bright lights holding the mic to her lips. “Thank you for choosing to come see the show and spending the night here with us. I really can’t even begin to express how grateful I am for all of you, here in the audience and back at home watching and streaming my music and the shows. Thank you so much.”

“Ah, she’s so nice. Never forgetting about her fans.” People around muttered.

“I really, truly appreciate you guys. I cannot imagine how this year would’ve gone if I hadn't spent it with all of you, all of the people on the stage and behind it. We’ve been away from our homes for so long.” (Y/N) voice got higher with nerves and sadness that came over her as she spoke about her home. “We’re coming close to ten months on the road now. That’s a long time.” She said, bringing her hand to her chest to show her gratitude. “Thank you so much for putting up with me.” She chuckled and the staff cheered. “I feel so lucky and so fortunate to be working with all of you and to be able to perform in front of all of you.” She sighed deeply, undoubtedly masking a cry. “So thank you. I love you so much. Thank you.”

The audience was shouting and applauding loudly as (Y/N) walked off the stage waving to them. As soon as she was out of the view she handed her microphone to one of the sound people and took a big gulp of water from the bottle one of the staff handed her.

“Thank you.” She breathed out. “I need to get out of this hair as soon as possible.” She chuckled tiredly as she walked into her dressing room.

“We’ve got about twenty minutes to get you ready for the after party.” Her assistant, who was waiting inside, spoke calmly as the beauty and wardrobe team gathered around (Y/N) quickly taking out the bobby pins from her hair and undoing the back of her dress. “There’s quite a lot of guests your manager would like you to talk to, at least for a minute.” She said and quickly moved on to listing all the most important people attending the party.

“Have any of those people been informed that I might want to reach out to work with them later?” (Y/N) asked, getting into her oversized sweatshirt dress with the help of some staff so that she doesn’t ruin her makeup.

“No, that’ll be done after tonight. Sometime this week though.” She explained scrolling through something on her tablet.

“What time is the flight to Osaka tomorrow?” (Y/N)’s voice sounded tired as she thought of getting on another plane.

“Actually, there’s been a change of plans.” Her assistant said casually. “You got surprise booked for a daytime show tomorrow, so we’re staying in Seoul for that for the whole day and flying to Japan the next morning. The crew will be already there setting everything up for Saturday.”

“Two days in Seoul?” (Y/N) was surprised.

“Mhm.”

“What’s the show?”

“King of Masked Singer. You’re going to be the surprise opening act. I’ll fill you in on everything tomorrow morning.”

“Perfect.” She said smiling at herself in the mirror as the hairstylist was fixing up her hair.

“Heels or sneakers?” One of the wardrobe girls asked.

“Heels.” (Y/N) answered without hesitation. She wanted to look her best when surrounded with so many new faces at the after party and pairing sneakers with an oversized sweatshirt didn’t seem like the greatest combination for that.

“Ready.” The head stylist stated as one of the staff helped (Y/N) get into her thigh high booties.

From there, accompanied by security, (Y/N) and her assistant walked to the elevator that took them to the parking lot located under the venue.

As (Y/N)’s car pulled up in front of the hotel a swarm of fans and paparazzi started yelling out her name and waving to get her attention. She stopped to get her pictures taken, walked up to a couple of fans to sign their albums or pictures and walked inside to get to the after party. With her assistant following her every step and the three body guards right behind them she took yet another elevator to the hotel bar rented for the occasion.

“Let’s do this.” (Y/N) whispered to herself as she pushed the bar door open.

When she walked deeper into the crowded room random hands touched her shoulders and unknown voices spoke words of praise directed her way. She smiled and thanked the faceless mass making her way towards the DJ’s stand.

“That’s her.” Hoseok whispered as (Y/N) passed by the group of boys.

“Woah. She’s dressed cool.” Taehyung gasped, eying down her figure.

When she stepped onto the slightly elevated stage the DJ stopped the music and handed her a microphone. A wave of cheers erupted from the gathered guests as everyone noticed the star of the night had arrived.

“Hi.” (Y/N) spoke sweetly into the microphone and let the crowd yell or whistle back at her for a moment. “It’s so nice to see all of you here.” She chuckled. “Eat, drink, have fun. It’s all on me tonight. Just tonight.” She joked and the crowd clapped and yelled in excitement. “I know you all came here after the concert, but it’s not all about my music tonight.” Her tone turned mysterious all of a sudden. “It’s actually a very special day for someone else as well. A very funny guy, an inspiration in the studio, a dance mastermind and a dear friend and coworker of mine.” With every endearment term she listed the cheers got wilder. “Johnny Campbell. Where you at?” She asked looking around the room.

“Here!” Someone called out in the front of the room.

“Johnny, this is for you.” (Y/N) said in a low voice and started singing a very sexy adaptation of the birthday song.

As she finished someone in the crowd whistled and Johnny joined her on stage.

“Happy birthday Johnny.” (Y/N) finished off her wishes and hugged him tightly. “Let’s party, everyone!” She exclaimed into the microphone earning a loud cheer from everyone gathered at the bar.

(Y/N) made her way to the bar, stopping to chat and take a picture with someone every couple of steps. More than twenty minutes had passed from the moment she got off stage to when she finally got to the counter and grabbed herself a glass of expensive champagne. She sipped on the bubbly liquid and chatted to members of her dance crew. Looking around the room she locked eyes with a guy she recognised from somewhere. It took her a minute to realise it was BTS’s Jimin she was looking at. She smiled to herself, remembering that his group was on her manager’s to-talk-to list. Being halfway done with her drink she decided to down it and get another one before walking up to the group of boys.

“Oh my god.” Jimin exclaimed. “(Y/N) just looked here.”

“Where is she?” Namjoon asked, feeling his panic and excitement blur into one.

“At the bar.” He answered through gritted teeth.

“She’s coming here. She’s coming here.” Jungkook said quickly as (Y/N) made her way towards them.

“Hi, guys. I’m so glad you could make it.” She said in a sweet tone. “I’m (Y/N).”

“We know.” Jungkook blurted out which would normally earn him a shove to the shoulder from the older members, but the sound of (Y/N)’s chuckle at his comment made them relax and join her with nervous laughter. “I’m Jungkook.” He added extending his hand.

“I know.” (Y/N) answered with a smile and went for a hug and kiss on the cheek instead of a simple handshake.

“You know?” He asked in shock.

“Yes, I saw you guys perform at award shows, your music is everywhere. I know BTS.” The members smiled widely as she explained and started greeting the rest of them in the same way one by one. The hugs were quick, but still sincere. “I’m so happy you found time in your busy schedule to come see my show.”

“We wouldn’t miss it.” Namjoon said, trying to sound cool and collected. He wasn’t going to mention that he practically begged their PD to get them backstage.

“Oh, thank you.” She smiled and Namjoon’s knees almost went weak at the sight.

“Yes, great show.” Jungkook added and the group laughed.

“Oh, it was you.” (Y/N) also laughed realising it was Jungkook who yelled the words of praise her way halfway through the concert.

“Yes, I… Liked your dance with… By Your Side.” Jungkook said slowly making sure he picked the right words. “Great choreography.”

“Thank you.” She answered, bringing her hand to her chest as she accepted his compliment. “It’s nothing compared to your routines though. Those look hard.”

“Ah, yes. Thank you. We work hard. A lot of practice.” They muttered with modesty.

“Honestly!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “I was trying to learn the routine for your song with Halsey with my girls… So hard.”

“Boy With Luv?” Jimin raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah, but the foot choreo was killing me.” She complained jokingly.

“Hyung, ask her which member’s part she learned.” Jungkook asked Namjoon in Korean.

“He wants to know which member’s choreography you learned.” Namjoon explained.

“Yours,” (Y/N) pointed to Jungkook.

“Me?” He asked and she nodded energetically. “Hyung, say I can teach her the choreography.” He added in Korean with a wide smile, still shocked he’s talking to such a huge star. Namjoon and the rest of the boys laughed at the youngest member’s bluntness.

“He’s saying he’ll teach you.” Namjoon hurried with an explanation as (Y/N) looked confused by what they were laughing about.

“Watch out, ‘cause I’ll take you up on that offer.” She raised her brow at Jungkook cheekily who looked at Namjoon for a translation.

“She says she might take you up on that.” He translated to his friend and he laughed, feeling a blush creep up onto his face.

“I sang your song during soundcheck today.” (Y/N) stated and all the members raised their brows at her.

“Which one?” Jungkook asked.

“Sweet Night. V’s solo.” She said pointing to Taehyung. “It’s such a sweet song and you sound amazing in it.” She said, touching his shoulder.

“Thank you so much.” Taehyung smiled, bowing to her slightly.

Not in many moments Namjoon was glad that his members couldn’t speak English as well as he did, but right now he couldn’t be happier about it. They were all so excited to be talking to (Y/N) they forgot their tongues. The alcoholic beverages that they already consumed didn’t help either. They asked him for translations every other sentence, meaning (Y/N) needed him to translate for her as well, meaning he was talking to her more than any other member, meaning she looked at him more than at any other member. Despite the language barrier the conversation flowed so easily between them. He felt ecstatic.

“(Y/N).” Her assistant called her name and brought her to the side for a moment.” It’s showtime.”

By saying “showtime” she meant that it’s time for (Y/N) to perform a song or two to entertain the guests and keep the party going.

“I’ll be right there.” She answered her and walked back to the group of boys.

“V, could I borrow you for a moment?” She asked with a sweet voice.

Unsure of what she might want from him, but still excited Taehyung followed (Y/N) into the bar.

“You said you love Underneath and know the lyrics by heart.” She said, glancing at him as they walked side by side through the crowded room filled with chatter and music. Taehyung hummed in agreement, feeling his heartbeat grow faster and faster. “You know them well enough to sing it live with me now?”

“What?” He asked, almost tripping over his own feet.

“I’m supposed to perform a couple of songs now. Would you like to perform one with me?” She asked stopping and looked him in the eyes with hope.

“Of course.” Taehyung answered, giving her his signature box smile.

“Great!” She exclaimed and grabbed his hand to lead him backstage. “This way.”

“Where do you think she took him?” Seokjin asked as (Y/N) disappeared with Taehyung in the crowd.

“I have no idea.” Namjoon answered, also curious about the whole ordeal.

“She’s very nice.” Jungkook commented.

“Yeah, nicer than I imagined.” Yoongi added.

“We have to get a picture together.” Hoseok said and the rest of the boys agreed.

“Look, there’s (Y/N).” Jimin pointed towards the stage where the DJ’s booth was located.

“Welcome to the stage, the one and only, (Y/N) and Korea’s very own, V of BTS!” Announced the DJ and all the boys’s jaws dropped to the floor.

“What?!” They screamed in unison.

“Hi.” (Y/N) said in a low voice. “V and I have a very special cover for you tonight. Please enjoy, Underneath.”

The rest of the members sang along to the fast paced pop song as V and (Y/N) performed. The lyrics talked about hidden feelings and the tension that can build up if you don’t give them a way out. Even though (Y/N) and Taehyung never sang together before their voices blended perfectly in the duet. When they finished their performance the crowd applauded loudly. (Y/N) put her arm behind Taehyung and he did the same. Joined in this side hug they bowed to the audience.

After a minute or two Taehyung got back to his friends with the widest smile on his face.

“Can you believe this?” He was still in shock.

“Congratulations. You were so good. Woah.” All the boys chattered at the same time.

“I recorded you.” Seokjin added as he pulled out his phone from his pocket. They gathered around the small screen watching Taehyung and (Y/N)’s performance once again.

“Where is she?” Namjoon asked Taehyung as the video came to an end.

“Last I saw her she was talking to MAMAMOO.”

“Ah, so cool. She’s probably busy. We didn’t even take a picture together.” The group chimed. After a moment of sulking they went back to obsessing over the fact that they met (Y/N) and that one of their own members sang with her.

Surrounded by music, food and alcohol the time seemed to fly by very fast. Accompanied by their staff they left the party around two in the morning without having a chance to talk to (Y/N) one more time.

Mornings after concerts are usually pretty bad for both the audience members and the performing artists, but mornings after concerts combined with after parties, meeting new people and mingling with every music producer possible are even harder.

(Y/N) woke up with a headache and a bitter taste in her mouth. From her bed she walked straight to the bathroom to take a shower. When brushing her teeth she scrolled through her Twitter feed reviewing every other caption or photo on the endless string of posts from last night she was tagged in. She liked a couple of tweets posted by her friends and was about to lock her phone when she noticed a simple caption.

“Great show #정국” (Y/N) pressed on the picture to see it whole. She immediately recognised Jungkook, one of the members of BTS, a band she met last night. He was standing in front of the big monitor backstage with her tour logo on it, making hearts with his fingers and smiling at the camera. She smiled to herself remembering how easily yesterday’s conversation flowed with the group of boys.

“Ah, I wish I had his number.” (Y/N) muttered. “I could take him up on that dance lesson offer.”

(Y/N) rushed to open her hotel room’s door to the room service. The hoteboy brought in the big breakfast she just ordered minutes ago and set it on the table. As she got ready to dig into the scrambled eggs her phone started vibrating. She looked at the called ID and quickly picked up as she saw it was her assistant calling. She gave her a quick rundown of the day’s events and informed her she’s free to rest and relax until three in the afternoon.

“That’s when they’ll pick us up for King of Masked Singer.” She finished explaining.

“I have one more question.” An interesting idea popped into (Y/N)’s head. “Is there a way you could get me the number of BTS’s Jungkook?”

(Y/N)’s phone chimed as she was finishing up her breakfast. She picked it up reading the message she just recieved.

“I got it.” As she read the message from her assistant another one appeared on the screen. This time it was a string of numbers.

“Ah, what should I say?” (Y/N) pasted the number into her contacts and waited a minute before pressing the dial button. The phone beeped a couple of times before going silent. Jungkook didn’t pick up. “Hm. Let’s try again.”

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Jungkook was hanging out with his friends in their shared apartment. He was typing something up on his phone when the screen lip up with an unfamiliar number.

“Hyung, do you know this number?” He showed the ringing screen to Taehyung sitting beside him on the couch.

“No. Pick up.” Jungkook just shook his head at his answer.

“I don’t pick up unknown callers.” He rejected the call and went back to what he was doing. “This person is calling again.”

“Pick up.” More preoccupied with switching through TV channels, Taehyung encouraged him tiredly. Jungkook swiped right to take the call and put it on speaker.

“Hello?” He asked in Korean.

“Ah- Hello.” Jungkook and Taehyung locked eyes in surprise and curiosity as the person on the other side spoke in English. “It’s (Y/N). From yesterday.” Taehyung almost screamed in shock. Jungkook felt all his blood rush to his head.

“Ah, sorry. Hello. Sorry.” He stumbled over his words, trying to explain why he didn’t answer her call at first ring. “I don’t pick up if I don’t know the number.” (Y/N) chuckled on the other end of the line.

“It’s fine.” Her voice was sweet and calm. “Actually, I’m calling, ‘cause I’m still in Seoul-” Taehyung stood up from the couch covering his mouth with his hands, still in deep shock. “-and I was wondering- I was thinking about what you said last night, so…” Jungkook scrunched his eyebrows, trying his hardest to remember what he said that made (Y/N) call him the next morning. “If you have time we could meet and dance together.” Taehyung gasped. “You could teach me the Boy With Luv choreo and-” Jungkook couldn’t control himself and answered her before she could even finish asking the question.

“Yes.” He blurted out. Taehyung jumped back on the couch and pushed his shoulder with a huge smile.

“Really?”

“Yes, yes.” He assured her.

“Should I come to your-” Eager to see her he cut her off again.

“You can come to our studio. I will text you the address.”

“Great. I’m free until three in the afternoon so text me the time as well.” She added.

“Okay.”

“Okay. I’ll see you there.” (Y/N) added after a moment of silence.

“Okay. Bye.”

“Bye.”

“AH!” Jungkook threw his phone, which felt red hot in his hands right now, on the other side of the couch.

“What was that?!” Taehyung yelled, shaking on his shoulders. “How did she get your number?!”

“I have no idea!” Jungkook felt his body relax as he was no longer on the phone. “Oh my god. I have to text her now!” He reached to dig his phone out from under a stack of pillows and blankets on the couch. “And I have to go see her!”

“You’re doing great.” Jungkook praised (Y/N) with laughter as she jokingly overdid the moves and gestures in the choreography. “Like that.”

“Okay, but in all seriousness how did I do?” She asked, cutting the jokes short. Jungkook raised his thumbs up with a smile and she chuckled again.

“Let’s do it again and record it so we can review. You vs me.” He set his phone up on the floor by the mirrors in the studio space at BigHit.

“Teacher vs student.” Jungkook just hummed in agreement before playing the music.

Tired after practicing Boy With Luv for an hour and freestyling for almost two more (Y/N) and Jungkook sat down on the floor of the dance studio panting. She stood up to get herself some water and immediately regretted it.

“Ah, my legs.” Jungkook smiled at her words. Although (Y/N) danced in her music videos and during live performances her routines were far more relaxed that BTS’s regular dances. Their moves were sharp and strong and her’s more sexy and slow. Chucked her emptied water bottle back into her bag and turned to face Jungkook again. “Are you hungry?” He raised his brows, knowing what will come next if he says he is in fact hungry.

“Yeah.”

“Let’s go eat something.” Her proposition was so blunt and free. He could not refuse her, but the excitement that filled his chest at that moment didn’t overshadow the fact that the rest of his group would be so bummed they didn’t get to eat with (Y/N) as well.

“Ah, can I do this to them?” He whined in Korean. (Y/N) gave him a confused look since she didn’t understand a word he just said. “My members will be jealous.” He explained with a slight smile.

“Oh, I didn’t think about that. Should we invite them?” That Jungkook wasn’t expecting.

“You want that?” He asked to make sure he didn’t just hear something wrong. (Y/N) smiled sincerely at his unsure expression.

“Yeah, why not?” Jungkook quickly got up from the ground and dug his phone up from his pocket.

“I’ll call them. Wait a second.”

“Okay.” (Y/N) answered as he walked out of the studio to call his friends.

Jungkook dialed Namjoon’s number, knowing he was at the apartment right now enjoying his day of rest. The line beeped a couple of times before he finally picked up.

“Hello?” His voice was low and sleepy in contrast with Jungkook’s, which was excited and fast paced.

“Hyung, listen. Get the rest of the guys and put me on speaker. I have something to tell all of you.”

“What is it?”

“Are they all there?”

“Wait a second.” Some shuffling and name calling was heard on the other side of the line before Namjoon spoke up again. “Okay, go.”

“So I’m with (Y/N) right now. We just got done dancing and all that and… She’s invited us all to lunch.”

“What? Oh, wow. Really? How cool.” The group erupted in chatter as they heard Jungkook’s news.

“Yeah. Can you come?”

“Of course. Yes. I can’t.” Another bundle of statements was heard.

“Who can’t?” Jungkook asked, saddened.

“Yoongi.” Seokjin said.

“I already have plans with our producers, but you all should go.” Yoongi explained, still encouraging the rest of the boys to go out.

“You sure?” Namjoon asked.

“Yes, go.”

“We’ll take a picture for you.” Hoseok joked.

“What are we going to eat?” Taehyung asked out of the blue.

“I don’t know.” Jungkook answered, not really having thought about that yet.

“Since we know Seoul maybe we should pick the place?” Seokjin proposed thoughtfully.

“Good idea. I’ll tell her that. When will you come here?”

“Thirty minutes? We need to get dressed.” Namjoon said and murmur of agreement was heard.

“Okay, okay. Don’t overdress though, we’re both in sweatpants.” Jungkook added with a chuckle. After exchanging goodbyes he hung up and sighed deeply, letting his shoulders relax a little before going back into the studio.

When he opened the door he saw (Y/N) stretching her legs in a sitting down position. He joined her on the floor before speaking.

As Taehyung pulled into BigHit’s parking lot Jungkook and (Y/N) were already waiting outside. Both dressed in large black puffer jackets going over their knees, they stood beside one another. Jungkook was looking over (Y/N)’s shoulder pointing to something on her phone.

“Now you can add a picture.” He said, swiping his finger on her screen. (Y/N) nodded and pressed on the camera option.

“Take a selfie with me.” She asked, raising her phone up to take a picture of the two of them.

Jungkook smiled shyly and pulled his mask down half way. (Y/N) did the same before snapping a cute picture to set as her contact photo. Jungkook quickly pulled his mask back up to cover his cheeks that started to turn bright red. He glanced over her shoulder as she manipulated the photo to fit both of their faces into the small square.

“And synchronise your contacts, so I will be there.” He added as she finally accepted the placement of the picture.

“Oh, great.”

“Yeah.” (Y/N) pressed on the ‘synch contacts’ button before looking up at Jungkook.

“Thank you.” She said sweetly and pulled her mask back over her nose.

“You’re welcome.”

Taehyung noticed the two of them standing in front of the building exit and slowly pulled up. As he got closer he rolled down his window.

“Hello!” The sudden greeting made them jump up slightly.

“Hi!” (Y/N) called back sweetly.

“Come in!” Shoulder to shoulder they walked towards the car after Taehyung's invitation.

Namjoon was already sitting in the passenger's seat making it so that Jungkook and (Y/N) had to sit together in the backseat.

“How was dance practice?” Namjoon asked them.

“What was it?” (Y/N) tapped Jungkook’s arm. He whispered something to her and she clapped her hands in realisation. “Daebak.” Namjoon and Taehyung laughed at her harsh pronunciation.

“It was good. Great.” Jungkook added after the chuckles died down. “Where are the other guys?” He asked Namjoon in Korean.

“The rest of the guys will meet us at the restaurant.” He explained in English, so (Y/N) could understand. She was still doing something on her phone when he glanced at her from the front seat.

“Jungkook.” Her shy tone echoed in the car. “I synced the contacts, but you’re not here.” She showed him her phone with a concerned expression. “Look.”

“Maybe I will just add my number like normal and then it will be saved in the contacts.” (Y/N) hummed in agreement, giving him her phone.

“What are you doing?” Taehyung asked in Korean, eying the two in the rearview mirror. Jungkook glanced at him, thanking god that (Y/N) doesn’t speak their language.

“I made (Y/N) a Kakao account.”

“And you’re putting your number in?” Taehyung continued in a teasing tone. Jungkook smiled at (Y/N)’s screen and typed in his ID.

“It’s not like that.”

The boys picked out a traditional korean diner with private rooms and floor level tables. They ordered mountains of meat to fry and tons of side dishes, soups and rice. At first (Y/N) widened her eyes at the amount of food concerned there will be leftovers, but within thirty or forty minutes she realised that those six boys’s stomachs can intake much more food that she can.

The conversation within the group flowed swiftly and comfortably as it did the night before. There even was some talk about possible musical collaborations. No one was looking at the clock, but at two o’clock sharp (Y/N)’s phone buzzed.

“Ah, it’s my assistant.” She announced with deep sorrow in her voice. “Unfortunately I will have to get going soon, guys. I have a TV appearance this evening.”

“TV today?” Seokjin asked in English. He seemed really shocked. When he spoke again he directed his words to Namjoon and spoke in Korean. “She shouldn't have eaten so much noodles and rice. She’ll be bloated and puffy. That’s very bad.”

“He says noodles and rice is bad for TV, ‘cause you might get puffy.” Namjoon explained to (Y/N) who just waved him off and chuckled.

“Ah, I’ll be wearing a big dress and a mask anyway.”

“What show are you on?” Namjoon asked, curiously.

“Something called King of Masked Singer.” The boys started talking over each other in Korean and patting Jungkook on the shoulders. After a moment of that Namjoon translated the jist of it to (Y/N).

“Yeah, so JK also was on that show.” (Y/N), who was sitting opposite to the youngest member of the group, looked up at him with a smile.

“Really?” She asked after swallowing another sip of hot soup. “What did they put you in? What costume?”

“I was…” He wanted to tell her everything in English, but was missing the most crucial word. “Hyung, how do you say fencer?” He asked Namjoon who looked confused for a second before answering him with a shrug. Jungkook reached to his pocket and pulled out his phone. “I’ll show you.” He typed the right words into YouTube and passed (Y/N) his phone. As soon as she looked at the moving screen she nodded in realisation.

“Ah, fencer.”

“Fencer, yes.” Namjoon agreed. (Y/N) skimmed through the video listening to Jungkook’s clear and beautiful vocals in the cover of BIGBANG’s If You.

“Woah, this is good.” She said, looking up at him.

“Thank you.” He accepted the compliment as she passed the phone back to him.

“You know what you will have?” Hoseok asked.

“What I’ll be dressed in? Yeah, I’m singing Beauty and the Beast, so I’ll be a princess.”

“Ah, cute.” Seokjin called out with a chuckle as (Y/N)’s phone buzzed once more.

“Ah, I really have to go.” She sighed deeply as the boys whined at her early leave. “I have to get myself intact before going to the studio.” She said gesturing to her laid back outfit. Since she was meeting Jungkook earlier for dance practice she was wearing a pair of branded sneakers, high waisted sweatpants and a hoodie - an outfit most of the boys in the room thought of as very pretty, but to her it was just workout gear.

“Do you need a ride?” Jungkook asked, all of a sudden realising she drove here with them and might not have a ride back to her hotel, but (Y/N) shook her head.

“No, my security is already parked outside.” The boys nodded at the professional sound of that statement. She was an A list celebrity after all and couldn’t just run around town by herself.

Everyone stood up from the table as (Y/N) slipped on her shoes and jacket.

“It was so nice to see you again.” Namjoon started as (Y/N) turned towards them before going out the door of the private dining room. She smiled sincerely and swung her backpack onto her shoulder.

“I’m so glad we got to hang out.” She looked at them with a shine in her eyes before going in for a hug with each of them. “And that we got to dance.” She added stopping in front of Jungkook. He smiled and chuckled as she hugged him goodbye.

“Yes. Me too.”

The group exchanged a couple more words of goodbye before (Y/N) walked towards the sliding door. As she was about to close it behind herself she slipped her face mask down and smiled at the group once more.

“Hopefully that’s not the last I see of you.” She added and the boys erupted with negating statements and chuckles.

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mlknjimin · 5 years

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cry on my shoulder, come into my arms

s o f t s c e n a r i o // jungkook x you

you cried into the shoulders of your best friend, Jungkook.

‘i don’t know how to deal, i’m so lost’

streams of tears uncontrollably ran down from your eyes. Your face a heater, you eyes watering just like rain. jungkook felt heartbroken and helpless to see you in a state that worried him.

‘i’m so weak, why am i crying? i don’t even have a reason to. it just hurts to see people leave and to see my sister gone like that-’‘

‘‘(Y/n) if it hurts you, it hurts. she loved you so much. mourn, don’t bottle it up’’

‘‘jungkook, i have no one left in my family.she was the only one i could feel like i could truly lean on’

there was a lump in jungkooks throat, his mouth so dry and parched. he didn’t want to say anything, he wanted you to cry it out yet he felt like he wasn’t comforting you if he didn’t say a word. the street was dark and cold. he was stuck on what to do but he pulled you into his arms. so warm and comforting. you cried even more.

‘jungkook...’

‘hush (Y/N), just cry’ he bought you in closer and tighter. he wanted to make you feel secure and safe. loved.

you did. you cried and with you he stayed.

#jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts jungguk #jeon jungko #readerxbts #bts x reader #bts x you #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #sadnees #imagine #jungkook imagine #love #jimin #jhope #yoongi #taehyung #jungkook scenarios

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writersrealmbts · 6 years

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Endangered Species Trilogy Part 2

Part 1

Description: Hybrid!JiminXReader: You’re considered medically perfect for hybrids, as a mate. And you fetch quite the pretty price at auction, where you’re purchased by the kindest person you’ve ever crossed paths with.

Warnings: I guess some of it might be triggering but I really don’t know.

Posted: 8/29/2018

Tags: Jimin, Hybrid Jimin, Human Reader

Angst with little fluffs: 3,449 words

A/N: Second part a little earlier than planned because I have the last part almost finished and I have more free time than I thought I would. Although, I already have a final project I have to start working on. I’m in a weird semester though. Answer has given me new life and Seesaw is amazing, but the extended version of Serendipity has made my relaxation playlist twice as wonderful.

You woke up feeling warm, and realized you were laying on something soft, and that your head was laying on— You jumped, awake suddenly as you tried to make sense of everything. Jimin looked at you blearily, then let his eyes close again, gently guiding your head back to his shoulder. “It’s okay. You’re okay,” he murmured in an oddly soothing way. He was vulnerable to you, which was a sign of trust. Then again, you were a human. There wasn’t much you could do to hurt any hybrid, let alone one of tiger origins. “Mmm, I like sleeping next to you,” he murmured, lightly running his fingers through your hair. “You’re just the right size for cuddling. And you smell like me, but also different. There’s this sweetness that is unique to humans, and then your personal scent is something like…strawberries.” You blinked up at him, considering it. “Strawberries.” “Yeah. It’s nice. Like a spring day, with flowers all around and strawberries and cream for dessert,” he licked his lips. “Or pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream.” “Hmm, strawberries.” “You know, I bet I have some in my fridge.” You nodded and got up with him, both of you going to seek the fruit now that he had put it in both of your heads. “Ahh, I do have strawberries! And whipped cream!” He grinned and pulled both out of the fridge and you two started snacking on them, spraying the whipped cream onto each strawberry that you ate. You met his gaze, then looked down quickly, realizing how far against everything you were taught this was. Jimin made a strange sound of amusement, then reached over to put whipped cream on your nose. You looked at him in surprise, then went cross-eyed as you looked at the cream. “Cute,” he giggled, then moved in close and kissed your nose, licking up the cream. Then licking his lips. “Mmm, you taste like…peaches? Interesting.” You looked at him with wide eyes, frozen as his nose brushed along your cheekbone and then he kissed and tasted the skin of your jaw. “Mmm, no. Raspberries.” He murmured, then nuzzled into your neck, kissing and licking a spot there. “Apples?” He gently bit that spot. You flinched away in surprise. “Sorry,” he said quickly, backing a step away. “You just taste so good.” “I…taste…” His eyes widened. “Wait, no, not like…I meant…I don’t eat human.” You nodded slowly. He licked his lips and ran a hand through his hair. “I just meant, you…are…kissable. Very kissable.” He kept waffling back and forth between caution and confidence. You dropped your gaze, your face heating up. “It just surprised me.” “No, you’re the one calling the shots. We won’t do anything unless it’s truly okay with you. I crossed the line. You just look so cute.” He touched your hair, regarding you with fondness and warmth. “Why don’t we eat outside? It looks like it’s a beautiful morning and I know there are roses in bloom.” You looked out the window in surprise. “I can…go outside?” He grinned. “I mean, I don’t suggest leaving the property because I won’t be able to protect you, but I can show you the property lines and you can go anywhere within them.” You looked at him, then back outside. It started pouring down rain. His ears went back and his mouth hung open in shock. He looked at you with complete shock on his face. “Wasn’t the sun shining?” You shrugged. You couldn’t remember. It felt like it had been, but that might have just been a feeling. He huffed and then set everything on a tray. “Then I guess we’ll start with movies today. We’ll start with some cheesy ones and move on from there.” You followed him to the living room, and sat down on one end of the couch while he messed with the TV. He came over and scooted you over so that he could have the arm rest, and wrap his arms around you, his tail flicking happily. “Smell so good.” You kept eating the strawberries and whipped cream, eyes glued to the screen. You weren’t sure what to expect. Having only seen instructional videos, it was hard to imagine anything else. There was a lesson in everything, right? Was he going to ask you what you learned from this? “Relax, enjoy the movie,” he said softly. His voice was so sweet and gentle. You had seen how intense he could be, but he was also this beautiful soft cloud. He was a cloud, sometimes happy and sometimes containing a storm. You let yourself relax as he slid his fingers through your hair. “Better,” He purred. He rubbed against you, then rested where he was, just purring and watching the movie. You struggled to pay attention to everything, the movie, the food, and him. Your owner. But once the movie really got going you were entranced. There was so much to it that at times it was hard for you to follow, but by the end you felt an odd sort of satisfaction. He placed a kiss on your cheek. “Did you like it?” You nodded, then turned to him. “Why did she disobey him?” “Because she saw a better solution and because she didn’t have to obey him.” You tilted your head, not understanding. He opened his mouth to explain more when he froze and his ears swiveled toward the front door. “Jimin-ssi!” “Ah, it’s my friend. Um, give me one moment.” He climbed over the couch and ran to where his friend was. You waited on the couch, nibbling on the last strawberry. How long was a moment? You could hear them talking, but you couldn’t make out what was being said. Then they stopped talking and you heard footsteps approaching. You looked curiously that way. Three minutes and thirty-seven seconds, or two hundred and seventeen seconds. Jimin came in, but his friend peeked around the corner at you. “She’s seriously a…?” “Yes. Come meet her.” Jimin waved for his friend to follow and came over to you. His friend followed, warily eying you. “Hoseok-hyung, this is y/n. Y/n, this is Hoseok-Hyung. He’s the one I told you about yesterday.” You managed to smile a little, but your heart was racing. Would this newcomer change the dynamic? Hoseok’s gaze softened. “She’s easily frightened.” “But cuddly. We just finished watching the first movie she’s ever seen that wasn’t instructional.” Jimin came back to you, gently stroking your hair, then your cheek. Hoseok frowned. “Y/n, could you run upstairs and get my wallet from the nightstand?” Jimin purred. You smiled a little and nodded, grateful for a job. You walked out, knowing that it wasn’t good behavior to run in the house, but still hurrying to do the job requested of you. “A human, Jimin?!” You paused just outside, hearing Hoseok’s comment. Jimin shushed him, prompting you to continue walking. He probably heard you stop walking. Not wanting to get in trouble, you hurried up the stairs and to his room. His wallet was right on the nightstand on the side of them bed he had slept on last night. You looked around the room, wondering if you should get dressed, but then remembering you only had the dress he had given you last night and the night-clothes of his that you were currently wearing. You hurried back down the hall, then the stairs. One hundred and forty eight seconds, or two minutes and twenty eight seconds. Jimin was turning to you with a smile before you even entered the room. Hoseok looked worried. You brought the wallet to Jimin, keeping some distance, but staying close enough to hand it to him. “Thanks. I think just the kitchen today, J-Hope-ssi.” Jimin pulled out some cash and handed it to Hoseok. Hoseok pocketed it, nodding. “You’re sure?” “Yeah. Then you can join us for movies.” Jimin sounded a little hopeful. Hoseok finally smiled a bit. “Yeah. Okay.” He went into the kitchen, taking the dishes from the strawberries and whipped cream breakfast. Jimin guides you back to the couch. “Come on. I know a shorter movie. It won’t take him long to finish the kitchen.” He made sure you were sitting on the couch and then hurried to put in the next movie. He spent most of this one wiggling around and acting like he was uncomfortable. To the point where you actually checked to make sure you weren’t sitting on his tail or something. “What are you doing?” He asked as you shifted to look behind you. “Just making sure I wasn’t sitting on your tail. You keep moving.” “Oh, sorry...” he looked away, then pressed his cheek to your shoulder. “Can I lay with my head on your lap?” You frowned a bit, but nodded. “You don’t have to ask. You’re my owner—“ “No!” He interrupted, his voice firm and somewhat angry. “I told you, y/n. In my house we are equals. I don’t own you and you don’t own me. Until we figure out where we’re both comfortable, I will ask.” You shrunk a bit, not liking his anger being directed toward you. “I’m sorry, s—“ you stopped yourself, almost choking. He looked so sad. “Y/n…” he sighed and gently pulled you back to his chest. “No one is going to hurt you. Least of all me. I just want you to understand that you don’t have to answer to me. I want you to be happy. That will make me happy.” “What if what makes me happy doesn’t make you happy?” You asked, worried. “Like doing things for you…” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. “I want you to do that because you want to, not because you think you have to or you think you’ll get in trouble. My rules are simple. No means no, unless in a joking context. Stuff can be replaced, we can’t. And no waking me up before six unless it’s A) an emergency or B) I asked you to because of work. Unless something is marked as specifically mine, anything in the cupboards and fridge is up for grabs. Okay?” He rubbed his nose against yours with a cute smile. “So I can finish the strawberries off?” He grinned, laughing. “Greedy little girl. Only on days you consider really bad days. To cheer you up.” You smiled, loving the way his eyes turned into cute little lines as he laughed. And the way he purred when he could see you again. “You have a beautiful smile,” he murmured. “Don’t let me interrupt,” Hoseok said in a teasing tone. You were already blushing, but you quickly turned away from Jimin and focused on the screen. Jimin switched the movies, telling Hoseok to make himself comfortable. Then he came back and lay with his head in your lap as the movie started playing. Hoseok snorted. “Okay then.” “Don’t be jealous, Hyung.” Jimin smirked and his tail flicked with both happiness and mischief. You found yourself rolling your eyes at the thought of anyone getting jealous just because they had their head in your lap. Yours wasn’t anything special. Hoseok started laughing. “Her face!” You felt said face burn with embarrassment, then panic. You knew better than to mock your own— It was like he read your mind. His eyes narrowed slightly and he tilted you face down so that you were looking at him. “Jagiya, you’re allowed to have fun and have opinions. Remember? We’re equals.” You nodded, still tense. Hoseok was looking at you, suddenly sad. “Jimin-ssi…” “Later, Hobi-Hyung.” Jimin curled slightly and turned back to the TV. He hit play on the movie and then one of his hands guided yours to his head. You obliged, petting, rubbing and scratching around his head and ears. It was sort of soothing for you to do something productive like helping him relax. You didn’t know what you would do in the meantime if you weren’t going to be working towards bearing his kids right away. You bent to place a kiss on his forehead, not really thinking about it and then freezing and pulling your hands away. He grabbed your hands with a huge grin and rubbed his face against them. “So cute!” You couldn’t focus the rest of movie, too aware of every bit of contact with him. His head on you lap, his shoulder pressed against your thigh while he laid on his side. When he slid his hands over your legs. Every time he nuzzled closer to you. Then Hoseok was getting up and stretching. “I need to get back. Hyung asked me to bring home some groceries so that he can finish dinner.” “Jungkook still laid up from the accident?” Jimin asked. Hoseok nodded, looking at you sidelong. “Yeah. It’s driving him crazy. And…well, rent is a little tight with the medical bills. We’ll manage. You…you’re sure about this?” “Yeah, the garage is overdo for a cleaning. You’re sure you want to do it. It’s quite a mess.” “Yeah, I need the work. Thanks, Jimin. But the other thing, you’re sure?” Hoseok fixed his gaze on you. “I’m sure, Hoseok. I’ll call you if there’s a change.” Jimin was on his feet, giving Hoseok a hug. “I can take care of myself.” Hoseok’s tail wagged hesitantly. “Alright. I’ll let you know when I’m coming to work on it so you can…you know. Uh, see you next time, y/n.” He spoke your name like it was dangerous. He looked at you like you might hurt him. You knew that look well. You nodded, trying for a smile, but you were also shrinking back. You had been hurt by hybrids who were scared of you before. They would avoid you, thinking you completely unnatural for not having a tail and having chimp-like ears. Jimin turned to you and his eyes widened. “Y/n, he won’t hurt you.” Hoseok’s eyes widened. “No! Of course not! I’m sorry!” Panic rose in your chest. You were sure you would be punished now. “It’s just…you are…very…” Hoseok struggled a moment. “Y/n, you know that you’re considered very attractive to hybrids, right?” Jimin asked gently, his words full of meaning. You remembered the hungry gazes, and the crazy amount of money Jimin had spent on you. One billion. You didn’t think you’d ever counted that high, even on the longest of weeks without food. You had always lost count. A shiver ran up your spine. “Yes.” His hand, which had rested on your shoulder, flinched away as you breathed out that one word. It hovered in the air for a moment then hesitantly rested on your shoulder again. “Hoseok-Hyung is being careful for both of our sakes,” he murmured. “Hybrids are territorial. You know that.” You nodded. It was in the instructional videos. Newly mated females generally never left the house without their mates because of the territorial issue. But you hadn’t mated with Jimin yet. But you were his property, and you would be his mate. “I would never hurt you,” Hoseok said softly. “I’ll see you next time, Y/n. Jiminie.” Jimin lightly kissed your forehead. “You’re going to tell me what you’ve been through when I come back.” You tilted your head and looked up at him in confusion. “What do you mean?” Hoseok made a barely audible sound. Jimin blinked at you, a sad look on his face that you hoped you would never cause. “I’ll be back in a moment.” He dropped a kiss on your lips, surprising you momentarily. Hoseok hurried toward the door with Jimin close behind. You sat there, confused, then shrugged. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Maybe you should offer to make him lunch? Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Or dinner, since that was generally a more formal meal? Twenty. Twenty one. Twenty two. Twenty three. Would you have to keep wearing his clothing? Maybe you could make yourself something? And when he said that you weren’t going to move forward…hadn’t he bought you specifically for breeding? What did he mean by when you were ready? One hundred. One hundred and one. One hundred and two. And if Hoseok needed money and got paid by cleaning the house, what were you supposed to do? To make a mess would be terribly rude, but to clean every mess would put him out of a job. There would have to be some sort of equilibrium. And would you always be the only woman in Jimin’s life? Were you his mate, or his surrogate? Two hundred. Was he trying to make sure that you were completely healthy before breeding you? Was there something he could sense about you that you couldn’t? Though, didn’t he say something about waiting two or three years before having a child? Two hundred and seventeen…wasn’t that how long a moment was? You turned to look for him, still counting the time. This time a moment was a lot longer, and you were worried when he came back. He stiffened when he came in the room. “What’s wrong?” “That was more than one moment,” You answered in a small voice. He knelt in front of you. “What do you mean?” “Before a moment was 217 seconds, or 3 minutes and 37 seconds. That was 10 minutes and 52 seconds or—” His hands cupped your face. “Shh, you don’t need to count anymore. A moment…a moment is an undefined amount of time. It can be less than a second, or more than an hour. I had to make a call. Look, the rain has let up. Let’s go walk the property so that you can see everywhere you can go. And you don’t have to wait for me to do things. You can go anywhere. There are books in that room over there, and all of these movies…well…I might take some out of here so that you don’t scare yourself while I’m away.” You nodded your agreement to that. “I have some art supplies that you can use, and there’s the kitchen. We’ll hold off on the computer for now, until I can properly show you how to use it. Let’s get some fresh air.” You got up and stepped close to him, looking up at him with big eyes. He smiled down at you, a purr erupting in his chest. He kept his arm around you. “My queen.” You felt your face burn and you dropped your gaze as a smile tugged at your lips. “I’m not a cat-hybrid.” “I don’t care. You’re still my queen.” The fresh air rolled over you and the taste and smell left from the rain was delightful. “The pool is over there. As long as it isn’t raining you can swim. You know how to swim?” “No.” “I’ll teach you. I like swimming.” He showed you all around the yard and you could tell that you had a lot to memorize. That would certainly occupy you on days when it wasn’t raining. Then he took you inside and upstairs again, to the room next to his. “This is going to be your space. Just yours. I’ll stay out of here unless there’s a reason for me to come in, or you ask me to come in. When we get you clothes, you can keep them in here since the closet in our room is already full of mine. We can bring chairs in here and blankets and tons of soft stuff, and we can get you books and anything you like. Whatever you want to do with this space, you can.” You looked around carefully, arms still wrapped around him, too afraid that he’ll leave if you let go right now. “So if I…if I scare you and you need time to calm down, this is where you can go. Or if you just need to get away from me.” He kept talking, as if he was afraid of what you would say if he was quiet for too long. “It’s cold.” He grinned and nuzzled up against your face. “I can warm you up.” You managed to tilt your head just right, kissing him. His lips molded to yours and he kissed back slowly before pulling away. “Kisses are okay?” You nodded. He sighed softly and pressed his lips back to yours, his tail sweeping around and brushing over the back of your legs. “Come on. Cuddling is best in a bed.”

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Masterlist. Part 1. Part 3.

@jiminslye

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writingsofadream · 5 years

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Chapter One | The Beginning

Pairing : Jungkook x Reader

Story: You knew being an intern at BigHit wouldn’t be easy, but you’d never imagined Jungkook would make it even harder.

You are a new intern at Big Hit, and you get to meet the boys. Set in the real world (as opposed at an AU), and just before the Love Yourself: Tear Comeback. 1.8k words in this chapter.

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The harsh and unforgiving buzz of your 6am alarm screeches through your bedroom, penetrating the soft blankets and making its way into your dream. For a second your thoughts are confused and muddled with the morning noise, but then you feel your body wake with a start.

Today’s the day.

Hurriedly you push the blankets off your body and slip out of bed, into your comfiest dressing gown and the ridiculously old slippers you refuse to replace. Their sentimental value outweighs their depreciating quality, so you continue to wear them to pieces.

Your internship starts today. With Big Hit.

You couldn’t believe your luck at being chosen from over 15, 000 college applicants, especially as Korean was only your second language, (though you were undeniably fluent), and you had just arrived in Seoul a little over six months ago. Somehow you had been picked, and your astonishment had turned into realisation and immense butterflies in the weeks since the fateful letter had arrived. And now today was finally the day.

Big Hit was such a huge contributor to K-pop and the music industry through BTS, but most of all it was an undeniably successful music production company. You were overwhelmed at the thought of being able to see first-hand the work that goes into such a huge corporation, and as a business major it was pretty much all you could think about. Most of your friends had been shocked at the prospect of you being near BTS for 4 months, but you just couldn’t keep your mind off the school side of things. After all, that was why you applied, and no doubt they were going to be perfectly normal boys anyway. Well, men.

The shower was warm and enjoyable as it flooded over your body, and you shut your eyes for deeper enjoyment. Mixed with the sound of light rain from outside, the butterflies in your stomach were almost calming rather than anxiety-inducing. You shave, and wash your body and your hair - the light and flowery scents were your favourites, and you’re all too aware your self-presentation will be taken into account by all officials you meet.

Hopping out, you put on your pre-selected outfit, looking at yourself in your bedroom’s full-length mirror. A white button-up shirt, with tightly flattering black jeans cuffed at the ankles and your faithful black and white vans. You look presentable, yet still young and obviously intern-esque. Appropriate for an 19 year old intern, you thought.

Heading through to the kitchen, you quickly pop some 3-minute oatmeal into the microwave, and begin cutting up the banana and strawberries to go with it. Your tiny kitchen hugs around you reassuringly, and you look around gratefully. It was truly the perfect apartment, modern yet tiny and with a surprisingly modest rent. In the middle of a strawberry cut your phone rings, and you check it with nervousness. A text from Shia, your best friend and long-suffering brother’s girlfriend.

“Good luck, Y/N! We all love you and are rooting for you!”

Beneath was an adorable photo of them together with your parents, giving you genuine open mouthed smiles and a thumbs up. You couldn’t help but smile too, it was too damn cute. No doubt it had been taken in advance, since the time difference had to be accounted for. You quickly tapped out a thankful reply, sent it, and retrieved your warm oatmeal from the microwave to dig into the early breakfast.

7:30am

Your phone buzzes again, this time reminding you to take your daily birth control pill. Gulping it down with water, you wondered why you were even still bothering. It’d been almost a whole year since your last kiss with a boy, let alone anything more promiscuous than that. Still, shorter periods was a plus and you didn’t seem to have any negative side effects, so you figured it was somewhat worth the routine and $30 a month. Seeing the time, you grabbed your bag and double checked you had everything you could possibly need. Gum, cards, offical ID… everything seemed to be in its rightful place, which seemed promising. You’d even remembered to fill up your metal bottle with fresh cold water and ice, which you loved regardless of the raining weather outside. Stepping out of the apartment, you locked the door behind you and headed down the copious stairs leading to the outside of the building. Sure, you didn’t have to be there until 8:30am and public transport would get you there by 8:10 - you still wanted to be on time for one of the events that could turn into a momentous event for your college work, or even your career.

7:40am

The train is packed, and you find yourself squished between a businessman who pays you no attention and an old lady carrying three purses. The smell is rather damp, and the Monday mood is evident throughout all passengers’ moods. You were undeniably glad you had remembered your tiny bottle of perfume, your favourite travel-sized scent; a little bottle of Marc Jacobs in the scent ‘Daisy’.

A young boy, most likely around 17 is eyeing you up and down from across the train, and his eyes are making you slightly uncomfortable. Sure, you have a nice body and you’re not stranger to their gaze, but it never gets easier being openly gawped at. You shift from foot to foot, hoping that the train has no delays and he doesn’t get off at your stop. He gets off one before, and makes sure to brush against your ass as he makes his way past and out the doors. Gross.

8:10am

You try the door of Big Hit Entertainment nervously, only to be met with resistance. Looking next to the door, you see a keypad clearly needing a set of around 5 numbers to be punched in. Dammit. Shit. How fucking awkward. Waving through the clear door, you try and get the attention of the woman behind the front desk. Eying you with a steeled look, she simply goes back to her mundane work. She must think you’re just a crazed fan. Perfect.

Knocking again, she looks up with clear annoyance on her face. You quickly snatch your ID and the acceptance letter from your bag and bang them against the glass, motioning for her to come and take a closer look. Clearly rolling her eyes, she gets up in a clear movement of frustration.

Once close enough, her eyes go wide and the look on her face is replaced with that of surprise. She swiftly punches numbers in, and the door swings open. Some of the fans who had been standing further back, from the other side of the road start to rush forward, and as soon as you’re through the door she slams the door behind you.

Now up close, you see she’s quite beautiful with wide doe-eyes and perfectly Korean features. She looks as through as was ripped straight from the pages of a magazine, particularly in her dark blue dress that’s tight and works her small curves to the best of their ability. Her lengthy legs in their sky-high heels make her a good 10 inches taller than you, and you feel considerably uglier in comparison.

“I am SO sorry,” she gushes. “I thought you’d be older, and not here until at least 8:30. Again, I seriously apologise! You must think me so rude.”

Her previous annoyance has been completely wiped away, and she now flashes you a sheepish and apologetic smile.

You give her a quick, reassuring smile back, and even laugh a little about the situation.

“No doubt young girls like me try and get in all the time, no doubt! I definitely don’t blame you for being good at your job!”

She laughs in return at this, nodding enthusiastically.

“You’d be astonished at how many young girls want a glimpse of BTS, it’s no wonder they come in through the back! I’m Jinwah, by the way, it’s nice to meet you Y/N… even if our first meeting has been a little difficult!”

You flick your wrist up and check the time on your small gold watch, a present from your father before you'd left for Korea. Your deep sentiment definitely transcends no-longer-fuzzy slippers. 8:24. Definitely time to go.

“I’m so sorry, but I definitely have to get to where I’m supposed to be now. Room 753?” you ask quizzically.

“Take the elevator to floor 14, then it’s the 8th door on your right. Good luck!”

She flashes you another award-winning smile, and you can’t help but seriously like this girl. We could definitely become friends while you’re here, in fact, you might make it a personal goal. You could do with more friends in Korea, since you’re currently sitting at only two.

You send a quick “thanks!” her way, and walk over to the elevator. Pushing the button, it pops open right away for you. Getting in, you repeat to yourself that it’s the eighth door to your right, and you punch in the 14th floor.

Whizzing up, your stomach is in knots as you attempt to mentally prepare yourself for your first impressions. A spritz of your perfume and the doors open, allowing you to step into a white-walled and modern looking hallway. It screams office building, and the buzz of talking is thick. People are all throughout the hallway, and going in and out of the rooms, much busier than the lobby downstairs. You suppose they must all come in through the secretive back entrance, being staff and all. A large and busy woman in a black and white dress notices you, and comes striding towards you with her clipboard. Her smile makes you less nervous, though you feel exceedingly out of place and awkward.

“Welcome! You must be my intern, yes? You’re Y/N?”

Her smile and her warm demeanour melts your butterflies, and you feel much better having met the woman who you’ll be shadowing for the next few month.

“Yes, that’s me,” you reply, “I’m very honoured and excited to be here!”

“Good, good!” She replies, bustling with enthusiasm. “Shall we get started? The very first thing I’ll have you do is meet the boys, they’re all in dance practice right now so I’m sure they’ll be happy to have a quick break.”

She says this with a chuckle, but you suddenly feel nervous again.

8:45am

On our way towards the room you hear it from all the way down the hall. The loud, banging sound of all their feet falling to the floor in synchronisation, and it sounds almost mesmerising with their music playing in the background.

She doesn’t even bother knocking, and simply opens the door with blatant familiarity. Of course she knows the boys well, you chastise yourself. It’s you who’s the outsider.

#bangtan #bts #btsfanfiction #btssmut #bangtanboys #btsimagine #btsstory #jungkook #namjoon #readerxbts #readerxjungkook #bangtan boys #jk

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park-yeona-blog · 5 years

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You’re Not Alone

Annyeong! It’s been a while, but here’s part 2! Also, if you want to see more of my stories, check me out on my WattPad account here: Park_MiSoon1

Saranghae! 🙆🏽‍♀️💖

“Y/n? Y/n? Are you ok?” You gently open your eyes, to see Namjoon looking at you awkwardly. “Your lips are a bit, umm…” He pointed at them, and you realised what happened. He never kissed you! Ugh , stupid daydreamer! You quickly pulled yourself out of his grasp, and adjusted your coat.

“Sorry,” you murmur quietly. He gives a low chuckle, and the elevator doors finally open.

“Follow me, y/n.” He leads you into a large room filled with posters of everyone from BTS. Large A2 posters of Jeon Jungkook and Min Yoongi smiling adorably into your eyes almost make you faint, yet somehow you find yourself still standing.

“Please have a seat y/n.” He offers a chair to you. “The chairs are very comfy. Yoongi falls asleep everytime.” You imagine Yoongi falling asleep in the chair, and begin to giggle at the thought of it.

“Don’t really know how you find that funny.” A deep voice purred in to your ear, and your freeze. “But one thing that I do know is that you’re really pretty.” Goosebumps rose along your arms, and you were tempted to turn around.

“Just leave her be, Yoongi.” Namjoon waved his hand angrily at him. You turned to see him stride away from you towards Namjoon. His blonde hair bounced as he strode towards his hyung, and you imagined his to be a little adorable mushroom. He sent you a sweet smile, making your heart waver.

“What hyung? She really is adorable!” He gestured to you. “I mean, look at her nose! It’s so smawl! I could pinch it all dawy!” He made a aegyo voice, making your heart melt even more. Jesus! I need Jesus! You think to yourself. I swear, if I meet someone else, I probably … You don’t even finish the thought when suddenly someone burst into the room running and screaming.

“Hyung! Stop doing that!” A short chubby man tackles a skinny man and they fall next to you.

“What? Can’t I love the adorable 95?” He cries is a deep voice that send shivers down your spine.

“Enough!” Namjoon shouts. Everything turns silent, and all eyes in the room are on him, even yours. “Everyone just shut up and sit down. Please we don’t have enough time.”

“Sorry hyung,” the boys say quietly, and they sit opposite to you. OMG! You think to yourself. Jimin looks so good in that shirt. His biceps stand out so well. I wonder what he would look like if he was wet? Your mind begins to trail away into your fantasy world of BTS, when suddenly a loud noise disturbs you from your daydream.

“All right everyone,” Namjoon’s voice echo’s across the small room. “Now that we are all finally here, we can get on with the meeting.” You look around the room and begin to count. Ok, so there’s Jimin, Taehyung, Jin, J-Hope, Yoongi and Namjoon. Including me there’s 7. Wait… Your eyes grow wide as you realise someone is missing. There should be 8, right? Where’s Jungkook? You quickly scan your eyes around the room, and realise that Jungkook isn’t there.

“You ok?” J-Hope leans towards you. You look at him, and whisper. “Where’s Jungkook?” J-Hope sits up and looks around. His eyes grow wide, and he looks back at you. He shrugs his shoulders, and gestures to Namjoon. You nod, and slowly raise your hand.

“Yes, y/n?” Namjoon leans forward onto the table, exposing the skint the stop of his body. His collarbone was jutting slightly out of his skin, and the top of his torso was glistening with sweat. Jesus! You thought to yourself. Stop looking at him, Y/n, you pervert! I need to tell him.

“Um,” your voice was wavering. “Well, I noticed that there are, um, 7 people, um, including myself, um, which means, uhh, we are, uh,” You stopped talking and lowered your head. Jesus! I’m such a fool!

“Jungkook is missing!” Jin exclaimed. Namjoon’s eyes widened, and he frantically looked around the room.

“Y/n, why didn’t you say anything?” He angrily shouted at you, His eyes were filled with anger. “This is your job. Did you even hear what I was saying in the elevator? You’re in charge of making sure that everything and everyone is in place and order.” He looked around the room. “Yoongi, Jin. Come with me. You guys,” he points at Taehyung, Jimin, J-Hope and yourself. “Don’t leave this room. Y/n, if they want anything, call this number.” He placed a white card in front of you.

“Sure, hyung.” Jimin and Taehyung called as he left the room. The boys then pulled out their phones and began checking their social media. You sat in the chair, not feeling anything. What just happened? Why was he angry at me? Is this all my fault? Oh Jesus I shouldn’t have been daydreaming about all of that in the elevator! But… Should I have even signed up for this job? Ugh, why does this happen to me?! You placed your head on the table, and begin to weep quietly.

“Everything ok dongsaeng?” Taehyung whispered to you. You look up and smile.

“Everything’s ok, Tae.” Your voice wavers as he wipes your tears away. “I just never thought it would’ve been so hard for me to do all of this.” Your mind beings to have flash backs of the reason why you moved to Korea . . .

#bts #army #readerxbts #rm #kimnamjoon #jin #kimseokjin #suga #minyoongi #jhope #junghoseok #jimin #parkjimin #v #kimtaehyung #jungkook #jeonjungkook

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gukvante · 3 years

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mouthful

— pairing: jimin x reader

— genre: slice of life, smut

— rating: nsfw

— words: 1.03k+

— note: the reader is bit on the shy side for this one ツ also, a disclaimer, i do not own the picture of jimin used in my banner. happy reading further <3

— warnings: explicit/detailed sexual intercourse, dom!jimin, sub!reader, daddy kink, cum eating, oral (f receiving), face-sitting, established relationship

— summary: Jimin asks you to ride him but he wasn’t referring to his cock.

masterlist

“Are you sure about this Jimin?” Your eyes were glued to the floor, refusing to look at your boyfriend. Jimin chuckled softly and shifted on the bed.

“Look at me, baby.” Jimin instructed. His voice elicited a shiver down your spine. You could feel your cheeks heating up, forcing yourself to stare at him. Jimin smirked and pushed his hair back.

“Do you want this?” He asked as he leaned back on the bed. The blush on your cheeks deepened as you slowly nodded. Jimin huffed and shook his head.

“That’s not how you answer me, kitten. Speak up.” Jimin’s body language may have been relaxed but his tone was assertive. He raised a brow when you failed to answer him. His expression hardening.

“I want this, please.” You fiddled with the hem of your skirt. Jimin bit his lip and sighed, leaning forward to place his elbows on his knees. Resting his head on his entwined hands, he spoke.

“Please, who?” Jimin cocked his head to the side, his eyes zoning in on your plush lips. Fighting the urge to look away, you opened your mouth to reply.

“I- I want t-this please, daddy.” As soon as the nickname left your mouth, Jimin leaned back and motioned for you to join him on the bed. You slowly walked up to the bed, not trusting your shaky legs to walk any faster. Jimin smiled up at you and took your hands in his.

“Why don’t you sit on daddy’s lap, hm?” Jimin slowly dragged his hands up your arms before gently pulling you down on to his lap. He smiled again, bringing his hands up to push you hair out of your face, pressing a soft kiss just below your eye.

He pulled back slightly, his hand coming up to hold the side of your face before pushing his lips to yours. His soft kisses soon turned heated and before you knew it, his tongue was massaging yours while his hands were tightly gripping your ass.

Jimin was the first one to pull back, he huffed and let out another chuckle. His hands sensually dragging up and over your backside. You stared at him, somewhat dazed.

Jimin stared at your glazed over eyes as his darkened. He leaned back and lightly tapped your thigh. “Why don’t we get started, angel?”

Jimin moved you off of his lap to sit next to him. Once you were seated, he pushed himself further up the bed and laid flat.

“Don’t be shy, baby. Come sit on daddy’s face~”

Crawling further onto the bed, you stopped beside Jimin’s head. He winked at you and reached over to help keep you steady. Jimin inhaled deeply while squeezing your thighs. Your face flushed as slick slipped from your centre. Jimin lifted his head slightly to kiss your clit through your thin panties.

Jolting forward, you couldn’t stop the moan that left your mouth at the sensation. More slick drippied from your cunt. Jimin took this as a sign to lick a bold stripe up your covered slit.

“Mmm, you taste so good, baby. But let’s get these panties off so I can get a better taste.” Jimin brought his hands to either side of the fabric before tearing it right off your body. His strong hands gripped your hips and forced you down onto his awaiting tongue. He was quick to slurp up any excess juices, groaning at the taste.

He brought a hand up to spread your pussy, using his tongue to probe at your tight hole. Throwing your head back, you let out a moan. Your hands finding purchase in his hair.

His tongue was relentless as it fucked in and out of your dripping cunny. Jimn moved to angle his head to allow his nose to nudge your clit while his tongue reached deeper into your twitching hole.

A loud moan of his name left your lips. Bringing his hand up to join his tongue, Jimin pushed a single finger in while his tongue moved to lap at your clit. He continued to steadily fuck your clenching pussy, using his tongue to tease your clit.

“Play with your pretty tits for me, baby.” Jimin huffed against your pussy. Reaching up, your fingers pinching and tugging on your nipples, then moving to squeeze and massage them.

Jimin growled at the sight, the vibrations going straight to your clit and pulling another moan from you.

Jimin added another finger while gradually increasing the speed. You let out a whimper, grinding down on his fingers.

“M-More! Please, d-daddy,” you begged, the stimulation enough to make you gush but not enough to cum. He hummed against your pussy in response.

Jimin added a third finger, increasing the speed. His fingers were fully fucking into your messy cunt, his plush lips wrapping around your clit as his alternated between sucking and licking.

You all but screamed his name as your hips hastily started moving faster. His fingers speed up a bit more as he used them to drill your pussy.

Jimin hooked his fingers slightly to press against your g-spot while sucking harder on your clit. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your mouth falling open in a silent scream.

You felt your body tense as your cunt spasmed while cumming on Jimin’s face. He let out a loud groan as your pussy creamed and gushed for him.

Slowing his hand, he gently pulled his fingers out of your drenched hole. He eagerly sucked on his fingers before placing a soft kiss on your clit.

A shiver ran down your spine. Jimin let out a small laugh, moving to help you lay down next to him.

He pulled you in for one last kiss, letting your taste yourself on his tongue.

“You did so good, sweet girl. Did you enjoy yourself?” Jimin asked as he caressed your hair.

You nodded, “yes, daddy. ’twas so good.” You slurred.

Jimin smiled softly and stood up. Your faced flushing once again when you made eye contact the growing wet spot in the front of his jeans. Jimin winked.

“You just taste so good princess, I couldn’t help myself.”

#parkjimin parkjiminsmut sub!reader sub!readerxbts btssmut jiminoneshot jiminsmut jiminxreader parkjiminxreader smut parkjiminsmut gukvante d

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alexus4real · 5 years

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BTS x READER :chatroom: (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/wLYLKe9zOX Y/N has logged on... ~~~ *WARNING* There is some swearing, and also I made it so that the reader is a female. Of course you can read it as a male, just might get weird sometimes.

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hey zee! do you think you'd ever go into more mxm fics or do you just prefer doing readerxbts member? just wondering since im a big fan of your writing style but ive kinda fallen of the reader insert fics train. hope this doesn't come across as rude or anything like that. just a curious fan! lots of love and hope you're enjoying the be concept photos hehe💜

well i mean!! i do have a few mxm fics if you go on my ao3 in case you didnt know (only four fics though... and one of them is lowkey abandoned LMAO i dont do well with chaptered fics as some of you are perfectly aware of) but yea!! i totally am super open to writing more mxm fics. it’s not that i prefer one over the other, i think it’s just because i prefer tumblr’s community more (in terms of sites, ao3 is definitely better for writing/reading fics but i like the feeling of connection with my readers on tumblr more) and mxm fics typically die on tumblr HAJSDHASJH so its really out of circumstance more than anything that ive written more readerxbts fics,,,

i have a ton of mxm wips that ive kept under locks for a long time (mostly yoonkook, a few taegi and yoonmin, some namgi, namkook, yoonjin) and i’d love to write them HJASDHAJS i just... need the motivation... and time... LMAO

there’s a particular taegi fic that i was supposed to finish for halloween that i planned out in may, tho it never happened bc of my busy sched,,, but MAN do i wanna write it!! features vamp!yoongi and his lil fangies owo,,, god its so fluffy,,, maybe someday,,,

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bulletproofscales · 4 years

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so, i have a question. why in the area bts feederism, there isn't any x reader related? like, feeder reader x feedee bias, i sometimes want to request something with x reader but I'm scared to do it :(

well, i personally only got it requested readerxbts once or twice! i think people just prefer to read ships with members (i mean, i prefer ships personally). and while some writers may not agree to writting it, you definetly dont lose anythign by trying!

if its any consolation, i dont mind writting readerxbts fics, so once i re-open requests feel free to drop on my askbox!

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btssavedmylifeblr · 3 years

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Omg I love void. Just now finished reading it and I can’t wait for the next chapters. Good luck on your writing processes. 💜

Taehyung is my bias so I was rooting so hard for him and OC but the Vmin twist hit my gut like a dagger.

I didn’t expect it nor want it to go that way. I’m usually more into readerxbts fics but I never find any good fics, until I found void and it filled the void I felt all these years. I so wanted straight Tae and even having the possibility of them ending up together.

I won’t like and say I’m happy about where the story might be heading with Vmin possibly having the hots for each other’s. But I’m still gonna be hopeful that I get something with him and OC. Otherwise I’ll just die. Right my heart is so broken I’m literally doing everything in my power to compensate that loss by reading extra cheesy TaexFem fics 🤣

(You or other people might consider me a homophobe but I’m really not. It’s just Taehyung I can never see in that light. And I really got attached to his character in the story that I just can’t see him with any man like that.)

I’m glad you’re still excited about the story even if unhappy about some of the plot developments. Some people don’t like the vmin plot, some people LOVE the vmin plot. I can’t please everyone and I wanted the OC’s relationship with each man to be a bit different. That being said, I am writing an reader x OT7 story, not a reader x OT6 plus gay taehyung story. That’s all I want to say without spoiling anything. (There will be some dude on dude action though, so if that makes you uncomfortable, you might want to stop now).

I hope you continue to enjoy Void!

#void

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btsficfinds · 4 years

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Hello I am looking for a readerxbts fic. It was pretty new and I read it and now can't find it. It only had one chapter then? Uhh she was out to adopt a pet? and apparently bts was hybrid but none of them were in that chapter? really don't think this helps but it was only just one chapter

hi, this could be enchanted to meet you by ditttiii. let us know if this is or isn’t the one you’re looking for!

thank you for helping @ditttiii (sorry for getting to this so late!)

-admin rumu

#status: pending #status: lost #anon #replies

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v-hope · 4 years

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Endangered Species Trilogy Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: I guess some of it might be triggering but I really don’t know.

Posted: 9/02/2018

Tags: Jimin, Hybrid Jimin, Human Reader

Angst with little fluffs: 2,663 words

A/N: It’s not exactly how I wanted it to turn out but it’s good enough for something I hadn’t planned on writing. I hope you guys like it as much as the other two parts.

The grounds were as extensive as the house. You relished the freedom that running around the yard gave you. The grass soft on your feet, the sun kissing your skin, and the wind blowing your hair. It was your favorite part of your home.

You glanced to your left, trying to decide which way to go. He caught you from the right with a playful growl. “Caught you,” He said, playfully biting your ear. You giggled, letting him kiss, lick, and bite your neck, ears, and face. He loved to playfully hunt you, specifically catching you, because you let him taste you. He loved the taste of your skin. “Such easy prey,” He teased, hands feeling your body. “So tasty. I’m going to eat well today.” You let your head drop back onto his shoulder. “You are.” He tensed, hands gripping yours a little tighter, his gaze searching your face, as if to gauge your sincerity. A car horn disrupted the fragile moment (you had a lot of moments like this, you loved moments). You looked toward the house. “I guess someone is here.” He looked grumpy, but then his eyes lit up. “Oh! That must be V-RM!” He ran toward the house, and you followed more slowly. You entered the house cautiously, peering in the entryway at the men and the strange racks with plastic that Jimin was helping them bring in. Both men were handsome and well dressed. Jimin saw you and waved for you to come over. You darted to his side and hid slightly behind him. “Y/n, this is Taehyung and Namjoon, with V-RM Fashions. I can’t take you to stores, so I brought the best fashion has to offer to you. They’re also old friends. Taehyung was in school with me and Namjoon used to tutor me. And I sort of work for them.” “He models for us,” the (barely) shorter one said with a grin. “For our top line. It’s nice to meet you, Y/n!” His fluffy tail swished happily. Jimin tried to encourage you to come out from behind him, but you shook your head, gaze flicking back and forth. “I’m Namjoon,” The taller one said, giving you a smile. “I think you’ll like the clothes we brought you. Jimin said you like softer fabrics.” You straightened a little and nodded, but you still weren’t sure it was safe to come out from behind Jimin yet. Hoseok was one matter. You two had figured out how to be around each other, and it usually involved you wearing one of Jimin’s sweatshirts that you swam in because it hid your body. Right now you were wearing a dress Jimin had given you earlier that week, one that definitely didn’t hide your body. “Jimin wasn’t lying, you really are beautiful. I’ve never seen anyone like you.” Taehyung’s gaze was on you again. Jimin turned to you. “Is this okay?” He was asking you if getting you clothes this way was okay, and if you were okay with him bringing two friends into the house. So you nodded, because you were okay with that part. It was them seeing you that you weren’t sure about. Jimin hooked his arm around your waist and turned back to the boys. “Why don’t you grab what you think will look good on her for now and she’ll try them on. You’ve seen her coloring.” “Size,” Namjoon said, eying you. Jimin let go of you, stepping slightly away so that they could see you. Taehyung’s eyes widened. Namjoon bit his lip, glancing up and down your body, assessing you. “Got it.” “Has she ever tried on clothes before?” Taehyung asked, licking his lips. “Uh…she’s never been shopping before, so probably not. And they didn’t exactly give her much in the way of clothing.” Jimin’s eyes flashed with anger and hatred, something that often appeared in his features when discussing your past. You’d learned a lot about your own past from telling him about your life, and though much of it was just normal to you, he went into a rage over some of it and wouldn’t let you out of his arms for a whole day. Namjoon’s jaw jutted out, a similar look on his face. “She…you must have been treated a little better, as a human.” You nodded while Jimin shook his head. “That wasn’t better, y/n,” Jimin growled lowly. “Physically it was,” You murmured, not looking at him. You still didn’t like disagreeing with him, but you had learned it was necessary. It was silent after your comment. Jimin’s hand took yours. “I’m sorry. You’re right.” His voice sounded strained, but gently and soft. “Come on, they’re going to grab some clothes for you to try on upstairs.” You didn’t look up, but you went with him. “I shouldn’t have brought it up,” Jimin murmured, pulling you into his arms at the top of the stairs and tilting your chin up so you were looking at his face. “Forgive me?” You nodded and went on your tiptoes, placing a kiss on his lips. “So, what am I doing?” “They’re going to give you clothing, you go change into it, then come out and show us and they check the fit and you tell us if you like it or not.” He opened the door to one of the guest rooms. “Is that okay?” You nodded. Taehyung and Namjoon came up the stairs with clothing on hangers. You tried on many different clothes, unsure what it was they were looking at because you thought you looked the same in all of them. Like someone wearing clothing that they weren’t supposed to. The first outfit you really liked was extremely soft, and warm. You got cold easily, often cuddling up with Jimin just to keep warm and if you had outfits like this then you wouldn’t have to bug him as much. The idea made you happy, thinking you’d be less of a burden to him, and you told him as much. Jimin frowned. “I don’t like it.” You felt your shoulders drop and you looked down at the outfit, confused. Taehyung and Namjoon were looking at each other as if trying to figure out if they should comment on the outfit or not. “Try on the next outfit.” Jimin folded his arms, tail lashing. “Do I look ugly in this?” You asked in a small voice, trying to understand what he didn’t like. He flinched and his expression wavered. “Of course you don’t, y/n. You look gorgeous in everything,” Namjoon quickly said, smiling at you. Jimin nodded. “I could never find you ugly, y/n.” “He just doesn’t want to give up cuddles,” Taehyung said, suppressing a smile as his tail wagged furiously. Jimin glared at him. You blinked a couple times. “What if I only wore it when you weren’t here?” He tilted his head, considering it. “Promise?” You nodded emphatically. He sighed and nodded. “Fine. But I lose one moment with you because of that outfit and it burns.” You grinned and hugged him, rubbing your face into his shoulder in the way that always made him smile, or at least purr. It did both this time, and he kissed your forehead. “So cute.” Taehyung made a sound of agreement with an exaggerated and elongated version of the word. Namjoon looked slightly embarrassed, but he cleared his throat. “Uh, I think we should pick this up another time, Jimin-ssi.” “Right, thanks for coming, hyung. Thanks, Taehyung.” Jimin went over and hugged them. “I’ll see you guys out. Why don’t you take your clothes to your closet, baby?” You nodded, then smiled at the men. “Thank you for bringing clothing here.” They both were wide-eyed, and managed to nod. You noticed Taehyung swallow hard and lick his lips again. Namjoon and Jimin quickly pulled Taehyung out, though Namjoon also glanced back a few times. You shrugged and waited until you could hear them talking together on the stairs before gathering up the clothes that you had gotten and lugging them to your space. It was still fairly blank, just a chair and blankets in one corner, a picture of you with Jimin, a couple pictures of just Jimin, your hand-drawn maps of both the house and the grounds, and your current book of choice—a book of fairy-tales which had you imagining Jimin as the good male characters. Then you quickly changed out of the outfit that he didn’t want you wearing when he was home and into some pajamas he had brought home with him earlier that day. You would definitely freeze in these, you darted to the bedroom and dove onto the bed, wiggling under the covers with your book. He came in a while later. “In bed already?” “The pajamas you got me are not warm,” you informed him in a false-pout. He grinned. “Let me see.” He licked his lips, that smirk on his face that said he would pounce and kiss you soon. You got up, hoping he wouldn’t make you stay in the cold air long. His gaze slowly dropped down your body, then flicked back up to your face as he bit his lip and got a strange look on his face. “You look like the perfect piece of prey.” Your face burned, but a smile tugged at your mouth despite yourself. You side-stepped a little. His tail swished once, then he tackled you onto the bed, gently biting your neck. “Do you realize how attractive you are? Are you trying to drive me crazy? You must be a daring girl to go smiling like that at other men.” You slid your fingers through his hair, enjoying the growling purr that emanated from his throat and into your skin. “Jimin?” “Hmm?” “How will you know when I’m ready if I don’t know what you classify as me being ready?” He pushed up onto his elbows, a confused expression on his face. “Huh?” “Well, you said we wouldn’t move forward or do anything unless I was ready but I don’t know what that means, so how can you know if I’m ready if I don’t know what I’m supposed to be ready for or what being ready means? I mean, I fully expected you to—” “Yeah.” “—on the first night. It’s all I’ve really been taught.” You rubbed your nose against his. His tail flicked idly on the sheets beside your hand and you absently ran your hand over it. He chuffed, then buried his face in your neck. “I want to be careful with you. What we have…I want it to last.” “You don’t think it will?” You asked, looking away from him. “I don’t want you to have any regrets. We’re both endangered species, y/n. That’s one of things so appealing about you, that you’re as rare as I am. But…even if we mate, even if we have kits, they’ll be hybrids. Not humans. Shouldn’t…wouldn’t it be better for you to have a human mate?” He murmured, sounding uncertain. “I don’t care. Maybe I should, but I don’t. Besides, if you don’t have kids with me you would have to have kids with another human, right?” He nodded slowly into your neck, holding you tightly. “I’d kill her,” You muttered, surprised at how dark your tone came out of your mouth. He pushed off of you so that he could look at you with wide eyes. “Kill her?” You hesitated, then nodded. “You’re mine.” He stared for a moment, then grinned and started laughing, falling off of you and holding his stomach. “Come on. Put on a robe and lets go eat dinner. The pizzas should be here any minute.” He got up and walked out as if nothing had happened. You sat there, confused for a moment. You supposed it was funny to him that you would threaten to kill someone who didn’t exist, especially being a weak little human. You sighed in frustration and put on his robe since it smelled like him and was bigger and warmer. You went downstairs, where he had already brought the pizza into the kitchen. “Was it that funny?” “You’re a nice girl,” He murmured, an extremely alluring look on his face as he gazed at you. “What was funny was that I underestimated how possessive you were. Here I thought I was the possessive one and it’s actually both of us. You would really kill another human?” “Human, hybrid, neither can have you. You bought me. You’re stuck with me. Besides, you probably just bumped up the value of all humans.” “You’re special, and you know it. I mean, you were advertised as perfect and I can’t even call it false advertising.” Jimin ate half a slice in what looked like one bit. “I mean, Hoseok is wrapped around your finger and even with the precautions you two cooked up he struggles to resist you. It’ll be easier after we mate, but still. You’re hard for any hybrid to resist.” “I did notice Taehyung and Namjoon staring a couple times.” You fiddled with the paper plates, finally getting one to separate from the others. “Yeah. Hey, after we do mate, would it be okay with you if I invited all of the guys over for a game night or something?” “It’s your—” He growled lightly. You carefully rethought your words. “It’s your choice. I can hide away in my room for the night if you want to invite them over since we’re apparently not mating until I’m ready. Whatever that means.” You dropped a piece of pizza on your plate. “Don’t get huffy,” He teased, kissing your cheek. You smiled a little, then grinned as he placed some tickling kisses on your neck before taking a little nibble. He sighed softly, his warm breath on your neck tickling as well. “Besides, I already know you’re ready.” You turned your head toward him, eyes widening slightly. He met your gaze as he ran a hand through his hair. “Eat well, y/n, you don’t want me to starve, do you?” You shook your head, hurrying to eat at the table. He followed more slowly, and how he made eating into such an attractive act was beyond you. He ate slowly, deliberately, his eyes flicking to you every now and then. He was testing you, your patience. Ten minutes passed, and you kept yourself from getting impatient the same way you would pass time when you were in your cage. You counted. You counted seconds, and minutes, carefully eating your pizza. He started to squirm after fifteen minutes. You kept counting, looking up at him every two minutes to gauge whether he was pleased with your patience or not. After half an hour he suddenly started laughing. “I should have known I wasn’t as patient as you. You’ve waited your whole life. You shouldn’t have to wait anymore.” He came over and pushed your empty plate away, tail curling around your waist. “Arms.” You looked up at him and then held out your arms. He slid the robe off of your shoulders and arms, then picked you up. “I’ll never make you wait again, y/n. From here on out, we’re together. You’re mine, I’m yours, and the rest is—” “Ours?” You guessed, immediately thinking of the movie. He purred deeply. “I’m going to love you until you never doubt it again. And when the time comes, everyone is going to think we’re crazy for having so many kids.” You pressed your lips to his. “I can’t believe how scared I was of you.” “I can’t believe anyone could look at you and put you in an auction. I think it’s time for cuddles.” “I think it’s time for more than just cuddles,” You whispered in his ear. He grinned and hefted you closer. “Sounds good to me.”

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