#roomie!yoongi | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

kithtaehyung · 7 months

Text

mami (m) | myg/knj

title: mami (m) pairing: myg x reader(f) , knj x reader(f) , slight jhs x reader(f)😛 rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; battle rap au , roommates au summary: you somehow have a conversation with yoongi, and you tell your roommate about a date date. note: heavy 00s vibes, this is just the beginning of a collection of parts instead of just a oneshot let’s fucking goooo🦋 note 2: this is pretty unedited lolll if there are mistakes i'm so so sorry! warnings for this part: language, choking, joon in sweats, bathroom s*x, b*ckshots, friendly sp*nks from your roomie🤪, it uhhh starts right out the gate lmfao, hobi in silk and a robe, yoongi is a warning in his own right, light sl*pping, you get called mamiii😗 so if that’s not ur thing i’d skip this series !!, joon is too smooth, a secret fourth guy lmfaoooo, battle rap scenarios! drop date: september 26th, 2023, 10:07pm est word count: 3.7k mood: here

“You like that, huh?”

Breath short, you can only gasp as the hands you’ve been eyeing all night clutch your throat, a fiendish hum the first response to your satisfied grin.

“Knew you would.” As your delicious captor speaks, you just know he’s fixated on your makeup—at least, the way it’s smearing onto a bathroom mirror that has seen better days. “You all do.”

Fuck, he knows what he’s doing. Fucking hell, he always knows.

Your lust condenses and slides down the glass in rivers, and with each experienced thrust inside your folds, it’s getting harder, and harder, and harder to see the man wrecking your shit.

But it’s coming. The end. The coil inside you is screaming and tightening and you know he can feel every potent pulse as you slap the tiny counter with a palm. “Yoongi—”

“You gonna come, mami?”

Yes yes yes you really fucking are. It’s so truthful that you can’t even voice your agreement in words, your moans higher and higher in pitch the only tell you can possibly give.

“Then fucking do it.”

Light bounces from your eyes and rebounds off the mirror the same time your whine does, every limb locking while bare shoulders bang against your reflection.

“Fuck.”

You spring right into the ground floor above, eyes rolling so far back you could probably see the way Yoongi’s smirking at your ass if your dumbfounded mush of a brain wasn’t in the way.

Again, and again, you milk his cock for all it’s worth, spurning him into gripping your bouncing hips with rough hands and faster strokes. Laughs and conversations seep through the door at your side, but you can’t make out a thing as you garble,

“Yoongi, please—”

“One more.”

“I can’t—”

“Don’t play dumb,” he tuts. “You won’t hustle me a second time.”

Busted.

Your pout quickly stretches into a devilish curve instead, and you hear his sound of approval before you brag,

“I spent all that already, by the way.”

Air whizzes past your ears as you’re hoisted upwards, and your mirth reverberates as you’re spun and shoved into the sink, cheap laminate bruising your back.

Yoongi must also be remembering the time your pussy sucked the soul out of him. After you both made a bet that you couldn’t beat someone’s record time making him come.

You won half of his prize money that night.

And that was the night he won the entire thing.

“You’re lucky I respect it,” he snarls, sweaty fingers gripping your chin as he slings a leg over his pelvis. When he grins, you wanna lick the white off his teeth. “And you’re lucky I made it back the next night.”

Oh, shit. Did he really?

Battle rap events usually stack so that everyone gets a chance. How did he get invited back the same weekend?

Well, other than being a monster on the mic. There’s a reason you can’t stay away from him, and you may or may not admit you get turned on by how effortlessly ruthless he is.

Lips smushed, you ask with genuine curiosity, “You won again?”

Yoongi lightly smacks your cheek, chuckling when you grit out a moan. “Nah. The sponsors loved me,” he claims, finally bringing a hand down to guide himself back inside. “So they paid me to come back.”

“Sick,” you praise through a grunt, fully catching his eyes for the first time tonight. Pushing past the way he fills you so fantastically, you huff out, “That doesn’t happen on south side.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“Yeah, apparently west and east side do it a lot. Especially with that guy Randa—”

“Fuck Randa.”

Ah, so Yoongi knows him? You haven’t ventured into the west scene yet, but the one thing you know about it is that dude’s name.

So he must be a beast.

Especially if Gloss himself had some choice words.

At this little slip of emotion, you don’t hide your smirk at all. “Oh? Maybe I will if that’s how you feel.”

The sudden possessive shove of his cock into your folds is delightful, your high giggle pinging off the bathroom walls.

“Fuck whoever you want, princess,” he chides right against your lips. “You’ll always come back to me.”

“Duh.” You flick your tongue over his plush. “You wouldn’t last a week without me anyway.”

Yoongi pushes into you again, stare heavy and coaxing butterflies from your belly. “I’d manage.”

“As if.”

But even through the pleasure, you still wonder. How are you both having a regular conversation right now? This never happens with him. You’ve wanted it to, but there simply hasn’t been any talk when he’s involved.

The high from your orgasm compounds with this strange feeling that you turn a little playful.

“What I meant was…” Fingernail poking his tank, you joke with a sly curve, “Guess you must be like, good or whatever.”

When he looks down, you childishly swoop your finger up to bump his nose. “Ha. Loser.”

Predictably, Yoongi pauses before only his eyes raise, suppressed emotions hiding behind long dark strands. “Really.”

And even though you felt him twitch in your core, you’ll spare him. “I don’t make the rules.”

You think this is when he’ll start ramming into you again, because none of the times you’ve hooked up ever lasted this long. It’s always been quick with him, and never in any other place other than bathrooms or broom closets.

Which isn’t bad. Just a pattern you’ve noticed.

But Yoongi huffs in amusement before shaking his head. “Since when were you this weird?”

“Wow, rude?” Your scoff is full of mock annoyance. “I’ve always been this way.”

It’s just that no one’s taken the time to get to know you.

“But you’re so…”

All they care about is one thing.

Which, granted, is the same in your case.

It just gets a bit lonely sometimes.

Offering to finish for him to stiff arm any more incoming awkwardness, you blurt, “Hot? Slutty?”

“Fast.”

Oh.

Did you both just assume the other person wanted it over and done with?

That’s entirely possible considering the first time it happened lasted a grand total of three minutes. Max.

“I mean…” You lean back on your palms, not caring to adjust your very mussed top because your chest finally snags all of Yoongi’s attention. How he’s still hard inside of you is a complete mystery. “I don’t just fuck, you know.”

“And here I thought we were similar,” he teases, groaning through his teeth when you roll on his dick. Again.

And again.

Of course you’re both similar. The only difference is that people dub this guy a sex god and you’re an easy lay.

But you won’t get into that with him. Not now and probably not ever since you don’t dare even label Yoongi a friend.

Panting, you observe him watching your movements as you switch the subject, “You fucked that one sponsor chick for the invite, huh.”

And he takes the out hilariously quick,

“Both of them.”

Of course. Your head kicks back in laughter, remembering that there were two people running the event instead of one.

Truthfully, you would’ve paid to see that.

“Can’t stand you,” you lie, the way you chuckle as he slaps one of your tits saying otherwise.

“Good.”

As he rubs a rough thumb over a nipple, an announcement blares over deejay scratches and cheers, tugging both of your eyes to the door.

Before things quickly devolve into how they always go.

When you arch forward, his lips devour your breast; when you rock your hips into his, the groans against your chest make you feel alive.

Your nails claw through his hair before you can’t decide if you wanna rake them through his shoulders or his neck. Here, there, everywhere you can grab, you take hold.

Suddenly, Yoongi clutches the top of your skirt before thrusting in hard, and his laugh when you whine out a curse strikes your soul. “It’s better that way.”

It’s always better that way.

“Agreed,” you murmur, eyes flickering to the janky ceiling before sighing out, “I think they just said your name.”

“Mm.”

He plunges into you so hard you see his impish curve imprinted among the stars.

“Then hurry up, mami. Gimme one more for luck.”

MAMI

“Who’s on the menu tonight?”

You hum while peering into your mirror—a much cleaner, brighter mirror than the one you were pressed against a couple weeks ago. “That nice guy I’ve been seeing at the gym.”

“Wait, what? Are you going on a date date?”

“Hobi,” you giggle, loving your roommate very much despite the way he just forgets sometimes. “We went through this already.”

“So… Is that a yes, or.” His laugh blurts out when you throw a middle finger next to your head. “Okay, okay! You can just say it, you know.”

“I just”—you spot check your makeup before vacating your vanity stool—“You know me. I never do dates.”

As Hobi leans back on your bed, the way his hot pink robe matches your comforter makes you highly amused. Almost amused enough that you don’t react to his nosy question,

“Nervous?”

Extremely.

“Uhm,” you start, all pretenses dropping at the sight of his cocked brow. “A bit.”

Springing up, your roommate pads over and rests thin palms over even thinner straps of your sundress.

“What’s got you nervous, love?”

Pouting, you look out your window before your chin is gently swiveled back forward. Thankful for his insistence, you confess to the only guy that you feel like you can trust,

“What if I like him?”

The laugh you get is full of disbelief and pity. “That’s what you’re worried about? Really?”

When you nod, he chuckles again, but it’s smaller. And more understanding than the first.

“Pathetic, right.”

“No, no no,” Hobi starts, sliding his hands down to warm your biceps before squeezing. When he pauses, his expression gives his thoughts away before he can utter them. “Well, a little.”

“Hoseok.”

“But! Only because you’re making it seem that way.” He squeezes again before sitting back down on your bed. “If you just let things happen without thinking, isn’t that better?”

Does he really have to flop down to rest his head on his palms? Now?

Talk about not thinking.

Whatever. You didn’t expect Hoseok to do that, but he looks hot, so you’ll let it slide.

And you don’t shy away from his silk-covered package before retorting, “Says you.”

“Me? I overthink. That’s different.”

“How!”

“Don’t think about it.”

When he winks, you both laugh, and his grin slowly devolves into a smirk before he motions you over with a mere head cock.

And you gladly oblige.

Because your dynamic with Hobi still hasn’t changed.

Slowly, you arrive at his knees before mounting the bed at his hips, being steadied over his pelvis as he keeps his prone position.

“You look hot as fuck, you know.”

“Mmhmm.”

“He’s gonna like you for sure.”

“Naturally.”

“So what if you end up liking him, too?”

As he smoothes a hand over the side of your ass, you purse your lips in thought. “Uhh… Feelings? I guess?”

“You can have those, babe.”

“Not mine,” you correct, knowing yours are too fucked up to share with anyone. Which is exactly why you’re all for the so-called fast title that Yoongi clipped onto your persona. “His.”

Does the lifestyle you chose come with regrets? Yeah. Complications? Also yes. But at least those hurt less than the regrets and complications actual relationships come with.

You’re just fine with how things are.

Which is why you’re scared about seeing Namjoon, because he seems like the type that wants something steady. If you end up liking him, you’re gonna have to choose between options that are vastly different in color.

Despite all that, you still said yes when he asked you out at the gym last week—while you were drenched, bare-faced, and wincing from the last set you completed to failure.

Why did you say yes anyway? What drew you in to this guy?

“If you’re scared of hurting his feelings, then just tell him straight-up,” Hobi advises, pulling you back to the present. “Guys won’t know shit unless you spell it out.”

Looking down at his perfect features, you fake disbelief, asking the most rhetorical question in existence, “You mean you can’t just read our minds?”

“Baby, we can’t even figure out our own, let alone yours.”

“You said it.” Fully reassured, you rest on Hoseok’s chest, careful to not smudge your face on his clothes. “…Pity fuck if the date goes wrong?”

“Of course.”

Your chuckle is soft. “Thank you.”

“Now get up,” he orders, smacking your ass so perfectly that it offends you. “Before I give you another necklace.”

“Hoseok!” When his cackles follow you up as you stand, your jaw cannot hinge back in. “Goddamn, you’re bad.”

“Not as bad as you,” he says, following you out of your room. “Mami.”

That goddamn nickname.

Hobi knows it’s a common term. And he knows it’s one you hear from multiple people, especially on south side. Literally nothing new or groundbreaking.

But he also knows it makes you unwell because of one specific person. Because you confessed that you didn’t expect it from them during a fuck and it made you weak in the knees.

Which caused the same motherfucker to say it over, and over, and over again.

Fucking Yoongi.

Why the hell is it only potent when he says it?

The psychology of that needs to be studied yet you will completely refuse to be a subject.

After checking to make sure you have everything, you fish out your phone to double-check the address before calling a ride.

“Where is it at?”

“Some restaurant on west side.”

“Damn, all the way over there?”

“I’m okay with it,” you assure him, inwardly wincing at the cost on your screen.

Virtually anything on west side is far from your condo, but that’s partly why you’re alright with going. As much as you get around, you don’t prefer taking people back to your place.

Besides. No one needs to know where you live unless you really fuck with them.

And it’s only happened twice.

Hoseok’s unconvinced reply cuts your thoughts in two,

“Alright… Well. Lemme know if you end up somewhere else tonight.”

Smiling, you offer him a warm look, positive that his lean against the kitchen wall would put models to shame. “I always do.”

“What did I say earlier?”

“Spell it out for him.”

“Okay, good.”

When you grin, he does, too.

And you hope this Namjoon guy at least does well with words.

Turns out, he does a fucking splendid job with them.

At least, the things this man is saying has you absolutely melting under dim lights, and you haven’t even gotten your drinks yet.

“You look damn nice tonight, by the way,” he mentions with a dip of his head, fiddling with his napkin and giving you an upsettingly perfect view of his fingers. “I feel underdressed as hell.”

Underdressed? Looking around, you feel like you’re the one that dressed way too formal and you’re in a damn sundress.

You should’ve known, though. The restaurant that Namjoon chose occupies one of the few streets known for its laid-back, easy-going fare. Even you have heard of its unique charm and you reside quite a ways away.

Before you respond, you remember how you arrived, checking around the small space before spotting him in a booth. And while you loved the lax way he dressed, you were even more charmed when he got out just to greet you with a cheek kiss.

And the night has been so pleasant that you forget to be worried.

“Why? I mean, thank you, but why?”

Namjoon gives his sweatpants-covered thighs a glance. “I dunno. You just look bossed up and I’m like, your errand boy.”

Your mirthy disbelief leaks out of your grin before he can finish. Watching a nearby table point at their menus to order, you go along with his compliments,

“I mean, I could use an assistant…”

He only smiles at his hands. “Order me around anytime.”

Cute.

Maybe that’s why you’re drawn to this guy.

Even though he’s huge and can lift like a motherfucker, there’s a soft side that he’s got no shame showing.

Also, as the night goes on, you quickly discover more traits you rarely come across.

Curious, suave, humble—all of them surprise you in the best way. He’s already let you talk much more than he has, and the two of you have debated on not one, but three topics. Including one that you would have left his ass for if you both weren’t on the same page.

“Okay, so we agree.”

“Yes,” he responds in relief. “Definitely would’ve rethought this whole thing if we didn’t.”

“Uhh, yeah, because I would’ve walked out and let you pay for everything.”

“Damn!” Fuck, his grin is charming. “And I would’ve paid it, too.”

Laughing—and realizing that you’re doing that a lot tonight—you rest a hand on his shoulder, “No, no, I wouldn’t do that to you.”

Fuck, he’s solid.

“Wait, I’m getting us this time, though.”

“Yeah?”

Holding a round glass up to his lips, he coolly adds,

“And next time, too.”

Well.

There’s no way you’re saying no to that.

“To next time,” you offer, clinking cups and taking a nice sip of your wine.

Things end with both of you just having dinner—a concept so foreign that it makes you wonder if he wanted something more than a second date.

But judging by the times he kept stealing glances and the way his curve stayed at a slant, it’s an open and shut case.

It’s always a bit crowded in the front few rows, so it doesn’t bother you to hang back for the first time in awhile.

Besides, you’re a little late from your date anyway.

Since nothing else happened with Namjoon—he had to leave pretty quick—you determined that you could make it to another Gloss smackdown.

After you greet all the people and bodyguards hanging around the front doors, you arrive downstairs just in time to hear the deejay ushering everyone in.

And based on what you hear, it seems like Yijeong’s got extra volume in his mic tonight.

“Alright, alright, let’s give it up for our two up here, yeah?”

Everyone cheers as you clap to yourself, leaning against a chilly column and ignoring the stares your outfit gets.

The stage looks quite different from back here, with its huddled occupants talking amongst themselves. While you watch both crews laughing and standing around, you wonder what it would be like to support Yoongi from up there instead of on the ground.

You really would if he wanted you to.

“I don’t have to introduce either one but I’m gonna do it anyway. Cus that’s the rules or whatever and they both deserve some love. Give it up for my man K Shine!”

You aren’t familiar with him but you support anyway. A tiny whoop leaves your mouth as a big portion of the room shouts, and you watch as the guy nods to the people that came to see him.

“Oh, we’re showing out, okay. Alright, now let’s hear it for my guy Gloss!”

In contrast, your energy evolves tenfold, and you gladly yell with the rest of the floor as Yoongi stays piercing the ground at his feet.

This guy.

Still the same routine.

You always muse that he could look into the crowd once in awhile, especially since his audience is steadily growing.

If they ever saw his smile, maybe more people would be drawn in wait is he looking up this time?

Wait.

Despite there being rows and rows between you and the stage, you don’t miss the slight shift in his demeanor. It almost looks like he’s scanning the people in front.

What’s he doing? Is he looking for something? Someone?

…He’s not looking for you, is he?

You’re there quite often and always in the same area, but you didn’t think Yoongi would really notice or be checking for you right now.

…But is he?

Before you can think any further, the quick blares of an airhorn shove your thoughts away.

“K Shine, you win the toss,” the middle man on stage announces. Fuck, you think you’d know his name by now, he’s been here a lot ever since the first guy disappeared. “What you got.”

When the man answers, he stares right at Yoongi’s hooded head, fire flaring up the walls already,

“Mister Big House, Big Car, Big Rings can go first.”

Oh.

He—

You really fucking regret not being in the front now.

Immediately, the whole room ooh’s, with the middle man pursing his lips and giving the two opponents space.

Light illuminates the whole stage as both sides back up a bit, heavy cameras set to roll and some feedback ringing through the musty air.

And you wait with bated breath as the crowd goes quiet.

Heart stilling as Yoongi holds a mic right up to his lips.

—

tbc :)))

—

so.. what do we think lmaooo 🦋 | join the taglist :D

a/n: thank you all for reading! as i don't have too much time to spend on fics nowadays, i'll be heavily considering feedback and excitement around fics to determine what to work on. if you did enjoy, please interact however you can! even a like is okay at this point, but all tags, reblogs, comments, messages, and submissions in the feedback box are super appreciated.

a/n 2: all the names i’m gonna include that aren’t the members (or yijeong lol) are real life battle rappers! k-shine was one of the first ones i ever watched, and he has good aggressive delivery and performance but not too many heavy hitters. anybody i namedrop will have rap battles linked, so here is one of k-shine’s that i remember from back in the day. battle rap is an art form in itself, and i would like to showcase these talented individuals whenever i can.

++ feedback box: ⇥ of course, any reblogs/comments/messages are appreciated! ⇥ for the ones that are too shy to reblog with a review, comment on this, or send a message, i went ahead and made another anonymous form where you can send in what you think! ⇥ no emails collected, no need to put in a username. it’s literally just a comment dropbox :D feedback can be as short/sweet or as long as you’d like! ⇥ here! ++ more links: ⇥ masterlist

#y'all we finally did it we finally posted something :')))#bts fic #yoongi fic #namjoon fic #bts imagines #bts reactions #bts fanfic #bts smut #yoongi smut #namjoon smut #hoseok smut #*ryenfictalk #*latest #ryenwrites #rapline fic #rapline smut #yoongi x reader #namjoon x reader #hoseok x reader

2K notes · View notes

daichiduskdrop · 9 months

Text

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚⋆·˚ ༘ *𝙎𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 ⋆·˚ ༘ *ੈ✩‧₊˚

Chapter 05

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers

Warnings: mentions of self worth

Taglist: @thelilbutifulthings @ilovemoneymorethenmen @singukieee @cherrysainttt @felicityroth @mageprincess7 @lucis-noctiana @danielle143 @osakis-gf @girl-nahh @vintageoldfashion @neverthefirstchoice @juju-227592

Words: 3537

⋆·˚ ༘ *ੈ✩‧₊˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚˚ ✩‧₊˚⋆·˚ ༘ *

Being in a bit too much of a shock to answer immediately, it took you a bit before you replied. You felt your heart flutter lightly, and since you were too nervous to answer fully, you just nodded.

Stepping back, you pulled the large, crisp white curtain against the other doorframe and looked around the room. It was much bigger than any of the changing rooms you've ever been in. It seemed more like a middle-sized bathroom in size, being roomy and clean. There was soft classical music playing in the background. To be truthful, you weren't used to going to many changing rooms; it was always way too uncomfortable to do so.

Usually you shopped online or visited thrift stores from time to time, but if you did go to a store in a mall, you pretty much never tried anything on. It always felt too uncomfortable to do so for you.

Reaching for the first outfit hung up, you changed into the clean clothes. The fabric felt thick and maybe even a little bit rough to touch. Sliding on the skirt and a loose jacket that you left it open.

Both of the clothing items were made out of the same dark green and blue gingham pattern. The jacket was in a shacket style, going down to the middle of your thighs. It could be zipped up but also buttoned up and tightened at the bottom to crop it lightly, but you kept it how it was. It felt more comfortable.

Zipping up the knee-high boots, you felt a lot taller with the added height. There was a mirror in the room, so you took a short look at yourself. You hadn't worn a skirt in a long time, so it felt a bit different from what you would usually go for, but still, it didn't look too terrible. So with the t-shirt you wore earlier tucked in well, you stepped out of the room, taking short steps.

It didn't take even two seconds before you had the pack cooing and praising how you looked.

„Look at you, so pretty. The skirt looks so nice on you; it fits you great! Here, cub, come closer; let me take a better look.” Jin said he must have come here earlier while you were changing. He too had store assistants standing near him, and the clothes they held soon transferred to the room you just stood in.

Hearing a deep purr, your eyes shot towards Namjoon, his eyes glued to yours. „It's very nice pup.” Was the only thing he said, but his gaze spoke a lot louder.

Taking a few steps closer to them, you felt Taehyung's warm hands softly turning you around, showing them the whole look. Jin was taking a lot of photos before he started typing quickly on his phone. You couldn't pay too much attention to how many compliments you were suddenly getting.

„This makes your blush stand out even more! Ah, so cute! You are just perfect, babycheeks. Here, quick, go try on some of the other clothes I chose for you. Alphas want to see you in everything.”

You only took a small step back, but somehow you couldn't bring yourself to go back right away. Hesitantly, you looked towards Jimin, who didn't say anything so far apart from the shutter sounds of his phone camera coming from his device.

Once he felt your gaze on himself, he was quick to look up from the screen, smiling widely. His eyes formed a crescent shape. Cooing loudly at you, he did speak towards you with a warm voice. „You look stunning, princess. The jacket is adorable on you. Here, Yoongi has already replied. Come look, pup.”

So you once again came towards the men, bending a little to look at the phone screen Jimin was showing you.

Feeling your cheeks warm up once again, you smiled lightly. „Tell Yoongi I say hi.” Was the only thing you could think of before you rushed back to the changing room to try on more clothes Tae and Jin chose for you.

The next thing was a soft, pink-coloured fur bolero-style jacket that only had two white buttons. It reminded you of the original hoodie you wore, but this was much softer. You weren't sure if you really were a big fan of the fur clothing style, but for the sake of them, you just rolled with it for now.

A maxi skirt you pulled on was white and blue, with different pictures that reminded you of porcelain art on it. It was made with thick cotton, and with the heaviness, it stayed quite stiff once again.

Pulling the curtain away, you again stepped out, this time with just your socks on. Jin was the first one to speak, loudly cooing at you. Rushing towards you, he was quick to softly hug you.

„Pink is so nice on you, cub; you'll make me cry with how cute you look.” His scent felt light and airy, reminding you of warm summer days.

„She won't be warm enough in this, though. That's unacceptable, pup. Go try on a heavier coat.” Rumbled Namjoon's deep voice. Looking over at him, he seemed a bit dissatisfied.

While he felt like whatever you had on looked just gorgeous on you, mostly because you really were, there was this nagging feeling inside of him. Since he was an alpha, and a pack alpha at that, he always felt the need to protect you from anything.

Tummy aches were preventable, loud noises were solvable, and so was sickness. So with that in mind, he didn't want you to get cold at all. The winter was going to grow only colder, and he realised that.

While the pink bolero shrug looked so cute on you, it was suitable for the early spring or autumn, not the harsh winters that were in Seoul.

„Joon-ah let it go, she can wear it some other time. Just look at her! She's so adorable, aren't you, cub? You look so soft; is it comfortable?” Jin's eyes were warm once again, just as they always were when he looked at you. You could never complain; it warmed you up from inside.

„Yea, it's very soft; I don't know how I feel about it being fur though..?” You mumbled, carving the sleeve between your fingers.

„Oh, no, babycheeks, it's fake fur, don't worry. I wouldn't let you put that on; the smell could be bad for you. The inside is silk-lined, though; do you like it? It's one of the older styles.” The fashionista answered quickly, motioning for you to come closer to him with a small hand gesture.

He too went over the soft fabric, holding your hands when you went to squeeze your fingers again in discomfort. You knew they meant no harm, but with how many eyes were on you at the moment, it felt a bit anxious. Nodding lightly, you liked the jacket. You didn't have the time to look at the price tag, and you didn't even dare to. While it was comfortable, it was definitely way too much for a reasonable purchase.

„The skirt is nice too." You mumbled. Soon after I showed them the clothes from different angles and had photos taken of you, they were quick to send you off again.

You liked a lot of the clothes they took out for you; the repeating pattern of pink you could only blame on Jin was very satisfying for you. There were a few things you really liked, like a knee length coat, lined at the collar and sleeve cuffs with the fur the bolero was made with.

It was a soft dusty pink, lined with silk once again, and thick in fabric, so it held its shape and didn't feel flimsy. It had a tie-like belt on the waist and two large pockets on the front sides. You weren't the only one who liked it; the alphas were visibly pleased with the jacket.

You also really liked a wide, loose-fitting pair of dark denim jeans that had lighter stitching so the hems were visible. They fit you great, but with them being pretty much just a bit nicer pair of jeans than what was the most common, you once again felt like the purchase would be unjustified.

With the things you liked, of course, there were things you didn't enjoy so much, like a layered brown mini skirt that had a few rips on it already, something you didn't understand too well. It didn't give you a nice silhouette with how heavy and circle shaped it was so after the pack also didn't approve you were quick to slid it off and try something else.

After the last dress Tae chose was tried on, you changed back into your old clothes, noticing how the fabric felt a bit rougher suddenly. Walking from the oversized try-on room, the alphas stood up after seeing you in your normal clothes again.

„All done, pup? What a good girl, tried on clothes for us so well.” The pack alpha said this, bending to look at your face closer. He smiled; his dimples showed up once again, and he lightly pushed you forward by your shoulder, leading you back downstairs.

Walking towards the entrance, Jimin and Tae were nowhere in sight, but soon you saw them. To the right of the entrance, they were standing with the store clerks, who were folding clothes up and placing them into large, white bags.

Suddenly, you felt a cold sweat wash over you. Pulling at Namjoon's hand, your unsettled scent was noticed by him quickly. After walking the last two steps, once you arrived at the tiled floor, he was quick to take a hold of your arms and pull you close.

„Pup? What is it? Tell Alpha right now, what's wrong, baby?” He was bowed fully, so his eyes searched for yours. You couldn't bring yourself to pay much attention to him, though. Turning your head to stare at the alphas by the check-out, your mouth fell lightly open and your eyes filled with disbelief.

„What's going on? Cub, what is it? Oh-..” With the eldest coming down the stairs two at a time after he smelled your distress, he noticed the issue just as quickly.

„Why are they buying the stuff? I don't need it; it's really expensive too." You didn't get to finish before hands turned your face. Forced to look into the pack alpha's eyes, even through the sunglasses he wore, his gaze was calm. How was he not worried? They were about to spend literal millions ₩ on this; it wasn't at all reasonable!

„Y/N. Baby. If they want to buy you anything, trust me, they will do it, and you can't do anything about it. We all will pup. If you really want to be a part of the pack, don't think we will miss out on the chance to court you. This is the proper way to do it; do you understand my baby?”

„No, Joon, they can't spend so much money on this; it's really—" Once again, you were interrupted by a calm voice. This time it was Jin who was speaking, cleverly standing in the direction of the two men. You weren't able to look at them directly this way; once again, it came back to the basics of their second gender. Out of sight, out of mind

„Sweetheart, it's okay. We have more than enough; don't worry about the money. You understand what courting is, right? We want to show how we are able to provide for you, cub. Buying you new clothes, foods, books, blankets, or anything else you can think of is the right way to do it, okay? If you don't want us to buy stuff for you, then let us spend money on ourselves. This is really calming us down, yea, baby?”

„But the clothes are for me; I don't deserve this; it's really expensive, Jin."

„Pup, you deserve the world. We are not going to be discussing that topic at all. Let's get back to that some other time, yes?” Namjoon kept his beliefs up, not about to back down. They never wanted to hear you talk about your self-worth like that, whether seriously or as a joke. This was not something they considered funny at all. You looked down, meekly mumbling a yes.

Taking a hold of your hand once again, Joon led you towards the exit with Jin on your other side. He too soon took a hold of your palm, rubbing it softly between his hands, warming the skin up with friction. The pack alpha didn't get really serious that often, but anything regarding your health and security was a very strong border he would never allow anyone to joke about. And that included your mental health and strength too.

You could smell the slight aggravation coming from the man to your left, so you just softly pattered after him. Waiting outside of the luxury store, you kicked the snow under your feet while the two alphas stood close to you. Naturally, when the harsher, colder wind blew, their bodies covered the worst blow, keeping you just a little warmer.

With the doors sliding open, the two men walked out with about four bags on them. Immediately they could sense something was off with how Namjoon was watching over everyone on the street, agitated and on guard even when the strangers brought no danger.

„What's up? Why are you all angsty, Hyung?" The older man chuckled, smiling brightly. He felt happy with the purchases he and his younger packmate made for you. It felt really nice to buy you things. He knew already that you would be so spoiled soon, but he also knew that he was not about to stop that from happening.

„It's nothing; he is just being protective.” Answered the eldest before Joon even had time to take a breath. With his cheeks warming up, the leader was glad he was covered by the face mask.

„Let's just go get lunch now.” He said this, his voice still stronger than it normally is.

„But Hyung, you promised we would go to Gucci next! I want to take babycheeks." Tae only received a lighthearted glare in return for his complaint.

„I think pup already had more than enough shopping done for today. She is definitely hungry too; it's past noon already.”

Sighing, Taehyung didn't put up a fight. He knew he could take you to any store he wanted at some other time and was also pleased with some of the purchases he made for you. Keeping you well fed was also one of the basic pack rules, and they were all keen on following it.

So your small group once again made its way to the van. You also tried to sit by the window once more, but before you could even buckle yourself up, a strong hand took a hold of your arm, sliding you in the middle once again. You didn't stop yourself from protesting so much now, so a loud whine left you, showing how annoyed and unsettled you still were.

All the men turned to you, but you only met the pack alpha's gaze. His gaze felt hard, and so with only a light growl leaving his throat, you didn't push it once more. Even when he didn't say anything, you understood him well enough to know what he meant. Waiting for you to buckle up, he tried tugging on the seatbelt once again, but when it didn't budge, he too climbed back in his seat.

With the engine softly rumbling and Jimin driving out of the parking lot, you guys were on your way to the mall. The pack alpha once again turned on the radio, but instead of letting it play the generic stations, he turned on the Spotify app on the touchpad instead. Opening the search bar, he turned to look at you.

”What do you want to listen to, babypup? What should we play, hm?” You didn't answer immediately; instead, you watched out of the window and turned to your side.

Softly petting your hair, Tae was quick to help his Alpha, understanding why you might still be a bit upset.

„Don't be sad, babycheeks. It's really for your safety, okay? What is it about the window that you like so much? Will you tell me?” He looked at you, eventually meeting your gaze. Softly huffing, you squeezed at his hand, only resulting in a light coo leaving him.

„It's better to sleep there. It's colder too.” You murmured, looking away. A chuckle left the man before you.

„Are you sleepy? It's okay, come here, my baby.” Loosening up the seatbelt just a little bit, he let you move closer to his side. Lightly pushing your head on his shoulder, his other arm went around your shoulders, carresing them in light motions.

With Jin also petting your knee here and there, you were soon lulled to a soft slumber, forgetting Namjoon's request completely. And so, with them fully reassured that you were asleep by how slow your breathing got, they went on to talk. Their calming scent, which they pushed out for you to rest sooner rather than later, suddenly held a worried undertone.

Jimin was the first one to speak; his eyes were fully aware of the road before him, and he paid close attention to driving. With his princess in the back and sleeping, he felt the need to be extremely cautious, even more than usual.

„What happened while we were paying?” His voice was just above a whisper, not wanting to disturb you.

„She said she doesn't deserve us buying stuff for her.” The pack alpha went straight to the point, not hiding anything from them. For a second, it was quiet, but if anyone from outside suddenly appeared in the car and smelled their scents, they would probably be quick to get out immediately.

Even when no one spoke, the harsh smell from Tae grew, his dissatisfaction smelling like rotting grass and wild fire.

„Taehyung, calm down. You will wake cub up like this.” Jin whispered. He too was on edge with the realisation of how easy it was for you to speak poorly of yourself. But still, he needed to be calm about this; when they went to approach the topic again with you, they had to have a clear mind. Watching out of the window with his hand holding yours, he rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. Your hands were a lot smaller compared to his, satisfying him greatly.

„We will talk to her about this later, okay? Let's just not worry about this for now. There might be a bunch of stuff we have to fix for her, but I'm sure it will all be okay soon.” Namjoon spoke, lightly trying to calm his younger packmate down. Tae didn't say anything, only pulling out his phone to instead scroll through his Instagram feed.

After a few more minutes of being stuck in traffic, Jimin received a call on the touchscreen. Looking over for a moment, he took the call.

„Hey, Jimin-ah.” Yoongi's voice was heavy and seemed a bit tired.

„Hyung. What's up? Why are you calling?”

„Kook and I are already finished, and Hobi only has to go over a few more documents with Sejin Hyung before he is done too. Where are you right now? Maybe we can join you.”

„Oh, we are on our way to the mall, the one on Time Square. We are going to get lunch; you guys can join if you want."

„You didn't have lunch yet? Kitty must be hungry; is she okay?”

„It's alright; she didn't say anything yet, so I think it should still be fine, Hyung. She is sleeping right now.”

„She is sleeping in the car? Poor baby, that must be really uncomfortable. Okay, we will be there in about.. twenty minutes.”

„Alright, we will message where we are later. We have to talk about some stuff when we are at home too.” With that, Jimin soon ended the conversation, lightly hinting at a more serious topic they still had to discuss.

And with that, they parked the car in the underground parking lot, pulling on their face masks again. Taehyung pocketed his phone before he lightly patted your hair again.

„Babycheeks? Wake up, let's get lunch now." He too felt a bit tired, so he didn't put too much energy into waking you up, resulting in you still being asleep.

With the door opening, Namjoon unbuckled your seatbelt before he took a hold of your underarms and pulled you up to his chest, carrying you out of the doors.

Your eyes opened slightly, but you still felt a bit too tired to really react; instead, you chose to cling to his shirt, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, where the nice smell came from.

„It's okay, pup. I'll carry you for a bit if you are still too tired. Alpha will do it, don't you worry your little head about it. I got you.”

⋆·˚ ༘ *ੈ✩‧₊˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚˚ ✩‧₊˚⋆·˚ ༘ *

540 notes · View notes

jjkeverlast · 2 years

Text

roommates | jjk

-> pairing roommate!jk x female reader

-> genre roommates to lovers, roommates au

-> summary you’ve been roommates with jeon jungkook for quite some time now, not having a single thought of him other than a roommate. but things take an unexpected turn when you accidentally catch him in the act.

-> word count 5.8k

-> warnings voyeurism (it's an accident but still), fingering, oral (m. receiving), multiple orgasms, a lot of fucking teasing, switch!jk, switch!reader.

-> author's note if this fic seems familiar that is because i have decided to re-edit roommates to a version i am more pleased with. <3 hope you still enjoy it!

“And cut! See you guys on Monday! 12:00 am! Don’t be late.” your boss Stacey shouts through a megaphone. Stacey is your current director as you’re helping her work on a coming of age movie. You say your quick goodbyes to your colleagues and staff, before going to your trailer. Hair and makeup was not on the crazy side today, so you just quickly change your outfit, pack your bags and leave towards home.

Living in L.A for almost 3 years had its ups and downs, although in the end you never regretted your solution. It was hard at first – quitting your job as a sales associate back home, but after being true to yourself, you realized that this was not your dream but that your dream was being an actress. You have always had this dream. That dream was yours. Right when you watched the Mary Poppins Broadway Show at the age of 12. God, you had smiled your whole way through. You had pictured yourself on the stage, engulfed by the dimmed light, performing for thousands of people. That’s when you knew.

Min Yoongi – who started as a cyber friend but with time you guys grew closer and met often; had always been by your side. You had accidentally drunk dm'ed him on Instagram, thinking it was your good ol' fuck buddy back then. The conversation had taken a humoristic turn, when Yoongi decided to play along, a kermit sipping tea meme being sent from you the next day, and that's when your friendship blossomed. Yoongi was already living in L.A and was supportive of your rash ‘fuck it’ decision of moving to L.A. Yoongi had a colleague from work in need of a roommate, and that's when your plan stepped into action. You quit your job, packed your suitcase and hopped on the soonest flight to L.A.

The only thing Yoongi hadn't mentioned was that this colleague of his was a dude. He really waited up until the last minute to tell youㅡand there you were.. totally oblivious of what you were putting yourself into.

You weren’t upset about your roomie situation, no. You were more upset over the fact that it never crossed Yoongi's mind to tell you. - Causing Yoongi and you to end up bickering about ’you not being remotely excited to share an apartment with a male’, in which you remember saying to him, “who for all I know could be a secret serial killer.” outside of his friend’s apartment.

There were two problems unfolding after that conversation. The first one being your future roommate hearing everything as in; every single word. And the second one? well.. He was hot. So fucking hot.

You recall the first meeting being extremely awkward since he was making you nervous. - Reasons being; he was shirtless when he opened the door. Adding to that matter, playing with his lip ring. - Yes, the reason you know was because you were staring at his pink plump lips. Knowing how strong your attraction was towards a futuristic roommate was dangerous. You felt as if you had two choices; living on the street or with the one and only.. Jeon Jungkook.

If it weren’t for Yoongi reassuring you that nothing ‘bad’ would happen, you would've never thought of living with Jungkook for the next three years by now. But as time passed, the attraction slowly vanished and you didn’t feel as smitten as when you first laid your eyes on him. Because you guys were simply.. roommates!

Arriving at the apartment, you slump on the couch as the first thing. Working on set definitely kills your legs, you notice Jungkook isn’t home and think back to your morning conversation of him mentioning helping Namjoon at his bar ‘Dynamite’ tonight. Therefore, you make dinner for yourself and watch whatever is playing on TV at the moment. Somehow you end up falling asleep on the couch, or more likely the carpet under the couch. You’d been exhausted after working for a full day and it surely showed.

‘’Shh… we have to be really quiet. My roommate is right next door and I don’t want to wake her up.’’ That was false, you were sleeping beneath the couch, invisible to Jungkook’s eyes. The blonde which Jungkook brought home had hit on him until Namjoon had enough and just told him to ‘go for it.’ Jungkook took upon Namjoon’s angry encouragement and now they were here, sneaking in, trying their best not to make a noise to wake you. It was a success – Jungkook’s words not yours.

As Jungkook is about to open his bedroom door, the blonde whispers, ‘’I want you to fuck me on the kitchen counter like there’s no tomorrow.’’ Jungkook was a freak. Risky sex being one of his kinks, he could not deny the offer. Although it was very wrong, you were sleeping not even five meters away from them. ‘’Are you sure you can keep those screams shut?’’ Her knees weakened at his comment and slowly nodded, pulling him towards the kitchen counter.

The carpet which you were currently laying on starts to itch your right cheek. That somehow wakes you up and you take notice that you had been sleeping on the fucking carpet, not even the couch, no the fucking carpet. You’re about to move up when you hear a muffled moan. You stop in your tracks, scared to turn your head. But your curiosity was killing you, making you turn slowly, seeing Jungkook thrusting his hips in a slow pace, his tattooed hand covering the mouth of a pretty blonde.

You widen your eyes, turning towards the TV, screaming internally over this. You are fucked. You can’t get out of this Y/N. If you made the slightest noise, Jungkook would never be able to look at you again and that could end up with him kicking you out. You did not want that, so you cover your ears – trying to cancel all noise around you. This was to date, your worst nightmare. It was so far quiet, only muffled moans escaping what you had guessed was the girl. You begin to feel lightheaded over the whole situation, wondering if you’ll ever recover being in the same room as Jungkook is knees deep in a stranger.

‘’Fuck you’re so wet.’’ Your lips part from Jungkook’s dirty talk – you never pegged him as the type to dirty talk and you’re not mad about it. Wait, no, Y/N. You’re not supposed to think that, he’s your roommate. Your extremely hot roommate. This is bad, this is so fucking bad.

It was as if all your prayers were heard, because the blonde started begging to suck him off in the bedroom, which saved you from more misery. After waiting it out for a bit more, you finally got up from the carpet, returning to your room in a hurry.

The sleep you wished to seek was long gone and you were awake until dawn. Seeing it was time for work, you got ready, now standing by the coffee machine in desperate need of caffeine. As the machine creates magic, you space out, maybe it was the lack of sleep – that’s what you keep telling yourself. Jungkook arrives in sight, hugging you from behind and whispering good morning in your ear. His lips drag further down, peppering you with small kisses onto your collarbone earning a satisfied moan from you. He proceeds to place his hand to the hem of your panties, teasing you over the fabric. You buck your hips, signaling him that you're indeed enjoying this and he should keep going.

He gets the signal, moving his hand under your underwear, his cold fingers making direct contact onto your slit, your pussy already being as wet as it could be.

‘’Fuck you’re so wet.’’ He murmurs under his breath, before pushing a finger into your walls, clenching nicely around his finger. As he bites your earlobe, another finger slips in and your breath hitches from the stretch caused only by his fingers.

‘’You take me so nicely.’’ He compliments, his pace quickening causing you to lean your head back on his shoulder – due to all the pleasure.

Everything is interrupted when Jungkook steps out with the blonde trailing behind him. He takes notice of you right away, pouring milk in your mug. ‘’Morning.’’ He greets casually and you return it with an undertone of bitterness. You fixate your eyes on Jungkook’s hookup and give a sympathetic smile before you take a sip from your coffee. He walks her to the front door, her hair looking like a bird nest from behind. They must’ve gone at it for a while.

‘’Wow, that was maybe the best fuck I’ve had.’’ You hear her comment and a grin received from Jungkook. Was he really that good? Jungkook joins you in the kitchen before your thoughts can evolve.

“Seems like you had a lot of fun yesterday...” you start off with an innocent tone – putting on a facade, to not show that you heard or more likely saw.

A small grin appears onto his face, “You didn’t hear any of it did you?”

You choke with half a sip of coffee in your mouth, you hadn't expected that. Not wanting to get caught red handed over this awful and embarrassing experience you decide to shrug off the whole thing. Just act like nothing happened Y/N, it might help with your sudden daydreams of Jungkook fingering you in the middle of the kitchen.

“Oh– no no, I was sleeping like a rock yesterday.” You wave him off, trying your best to play cool.

“Okay.” he answers with a tone that makes you doubt. A part of you immediately starts regretting lying to him but it was for the best. Who in their right mind tells someone that they’ve not only heard them have sexual intercourse with someone but caught a glance at it. Lying is definitely the only way out of this.

‘’Shit–’’ You gasp as Jungkook quickens his pace, gripping the sheets above you with both arms. He earns another moan from you when his tongue swirls over your erected nipple. The cold from his lip ring makes you shiver. You pull him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck, his forehead rubbing against your own. The both of you panting as your bodies move in rhythm. Jungkook’s eyes roam all over your body, squeezing one of your breasts and the familiar urge to come pokes at the pit of your stomach. ‘’You feel–’’ Jungkook interrupts you, shoving his warm tongue in your mouth as his hand holds your jaw. ‘’Mmm– you feel so fucking good.’’ Jungkook flashes his white pearly teeth from your compliment, ‘’yeah?’’ You moan in agreement and your orgasm reaches every part of your body –

‘’Piece of shit!’’ You yell out of shock. You make sure you were dreaming, turning around noticing you’re in your bedroom; alone. You lay back down, a sigh escaping your lips in disbelief over how hot that dream was. You had to get out, away from Jungkook and mostly your dirty thoughts haunting you about your roommate.

The following weeks you kept yourself busy, on set almost everyday and not seeing Jungkook as often. He took some late night shifts and you primarily in the morning. Your dirty thoughts were starting to calm the more you kept yourself busy. Jungkook on the other hand walked around feeling guilty – he noticed quickly how you kept yourself busy not wanting to be near him. Therefore he took extra shifts to help out Namjoon.

''I just feel like, I did something wrong?'' Jungkook admits to Namjoon, as they were polishing the glasses, behind the bar.

''What if she's genuinely busy?'' Namjoon tells Jungkook, mostly for him to not feel guilty because of all this. ''There is always gonna be some period of time, where the both of you are really busy. It happens Jeon.'' Namjoon was right, mostly.

You have been busy, but it was to the point where you kept yourself longer on set, not wanting to see Jungkook when you came home.

But this was your fault. You grew a huge sexual attraction to Jungkook, not wanting to ruin your friendship, you decided on keeping your mouth shut.

''Joon, she's usually off Friday, and instead of her being home she was with Yoongi all day.'' Jungkook expresses, not because he didn't believe Namjoon. Sure you were busy, but to the point where you suddenly started hanging more often at Yoongi's place without him? That didn't sit well with him.

''Okay, maybe you did something.'' Namjoon answers, earning a confused frown from Jungkook.

''Look, maybe just give her a call?'' Namjoon suggests. ''Jungkook, if she answers, nothing is wrong. If she declines? Then you for sure did something.'' Namjoon explains as Jungkook stays silent, not knowing how to fix this.

Not thinking any further, Jungkook decides to give you a call outside.

You’re currently sitting in Yoongi's apartment, munching on a bag of Doritos, while watching New Girl for the seventh time. It has always been your comfort series, when you felt either down or confused, and right now you're a good mix of both.

Yoongi, sat next to you working on a current record that was to be released in under a week. You wondered if you should tell Yoongi, maybe he could help you out of it. Or, maybe he would just laugh in your face and tell you to fix it yourself. Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by your ringtone.

You grabbed the phone, seeing Jungkook's name. Shit.

Yoongi noticed your freezing state, just staring at your phone.

''Y/N, are you gonna answer that?'' Yoongi asks you out of curiosity. Your head snaps towards him, nodding your head before pushing the answer button, bringing it to your ear.

''Hello?'' you ask, making sure this wasn't a pocket dial.

''H-hey Y/N, I was just wondering...'' Jungkook starts off, small whispers appear in the background – Namjoon scolding Jungkook for a small second before Jungkook continues.

''I mean, no, we need to talk.'' He says flatly. Shit. Exactly what you didn't want to do.

Without thinking much, you act like you couldn't hear him blurting out nonsense about there being bad reception and just hanging up.

You throw your phone to the side, letting out a big sigh of frustration.

Yoongi clears his throat, earning your attention. ''Y/N, care to explain what just happened?'' You open your mouth, trying to come up with a lie, Yoongi interrupting you before you could continue. ''And don't lie.'' He warns sternly.

''Well, around 2 weeks ago, Jungkook had a girl over.'' Yoongi hums a yes, making you continue. ''I accidentally fell asleep on the couch and might’ve been a witness to seeing Jungkook knees deep in someone.'' Yoongi scrunches his nose, uncomfort drawn on his face but he motivates you to continue. ''After the incident, I started daydreaming about Jungkook and I... in a not so friendly matter.''

''Ah, so this is why you've been crashing at my place?'' You nod yes, receiving a light chuckle from Yoongi, you slap his shoulder not wanting him to laugh at your awful dilemma.

''Y/N, at one point you're gonna have to face Jungkook. You can't keep hiding at my place and you can't ignore him forever.'' Yoongi expresses, you adding a soft you're right.

“We’re gonna have to cancel tomorrow’s shooting. Stacey got sick over the weekend so we’re gonna have to postpone till next week. Sorry guys.” Jia, Stacey's assistant, announces to the crew and cast. Shit, now you are gonna have to stay home the whole day tomorrow. You are hoping deep down that Jungkook would be busy with a shift at Dynamite or even worse a random hookup.

The thought of him being with a random hookup, brought a bitter feeling to the pit of your tongue.

When you arrive home, Jungkook is nowhere to be seen, probably again at Dynamite helping out Namjoon. You sigh in relief, retrieving yourself in your room, getting ready to binge a few episodes of New Girl, before calling it a night.

You start shuffling in your sleep, not finding a good sleeping position. Giving up on your sleep, you decide to make yourself a warm cup of tea, thinking it might help your sudden lack of sleep.

As you rummage through the tea cabinet, you don't hear the front door close.

“What are you doing up?” you yelp in shock as Jungkook is standing by the counter, wearing his work attire. Fuck.

“God Jungkook! Don't do that. My heart almost fell out of my chest.'' you scold still in shock.

You realize you haven’t answered his question. ''I couldn't sleep, thought some tea might help.'' And with that your eyes were back to the tea cabinet, in desperate need of finding the strawberry tea flavor.

“Listen Y/N.” he starts.

“Oh no… you forgot to buy my strawberry tea. How could you!” you interrupt him as you have a feeling where the conversation might be heading.

“Can we not talk about that right now? I really need to tell you something. Just please listen.” he says sternly. You turn your head towards him, taking Yoongi's words to you.You can't ignore him forever. So you give in, nodding your head making him continue.

“Okay so I've noticed you’ve been distant for the past week and I don’t know if I’ve done something wrong or if you’re just busy... ”

You take a deep sigh before replying, “Look Jeon, I- I’m busy you know?'' Avoiding his gaze, you try to come up with another lie.

He nods his head showing that he understands that you were busy. His brows suddenly grow closer, as if he is wondering something.

“For a minute there I thought you might have been jealous or something.” he confesses, obtaining a shocked expression from you. How did he–

“Wha- why?” You ask, not being able to comprehend what is happening.

“I don't know... you just distanced yourself after the whole encounter with my hookup.” He admits, his eyes now looking straight at yours, waiting for a response from you.

Do not give in Y/N.

You scoff lightly before crossing your arms. “Jeon, you've got the wrong idea. I'm not jealous. You're being weird. You're being very weird.'' You exclaim, trying to hide your sudden nervousness peeking out of you a little. Shit, shit, shit.

He chuckles a bit, ''You’re literally repeating yourself Y/N. So no, I’m not being weird, if anyone is being weird right now it's you.’‘ he says jokingly. You don’t answer him. Simply ignoring his remark.

“Okay you know what? Fuck this.” Jungkook says, giving up on your little act. Knowing that no matter how much he tried, you wouldn’t give in, cause that’s not you right?

He turns his back to you, beginning to walk towards his room. Not thinking any further you suddenly blurt out, ''Okay fine! You really wanna know what’s been going on? Okay I’ll tell you.” you say in an angrily tone, not thinking of any of the consequences this confession might bring. For once you need to be honest with both yourself and him. He turns around, his eyes now looking at yours.

“What Y/N?”

“For fucks sake Jungkook! I heard it, every single thing.'' You confess, a sudden silence growing inside the kitchen, as Jungkook just keeps looking at you. You take this as a sign to continue, as you've already fucked the whole thing up.

“Ever since then my mind has been going places. Daydreaming you fucking my brains out. That's why I distanced myself. I couldn't look at you. Not after all this.'' You sigh, feeling a bit lighter. Jungkook is being silent, way too silent for your liking.

That's when immediate regret came upon you. “Fuck, I knew I should've just shut up, forget this ever happened–'' You couldn't finish your regretful comment as Jungkook made his way towards you, crashing his lips onto yours. Your eyes grew wide, being in absolute shock. Before the kiss could deepen, Jungkook retrieves. A tingling sensation was now growing onto your lips, already missing the feeling of his lips.

“Fuck– Y/N. I’m so sorry. I don't know what came over me.” he excuses, adding a small grin to lighten the whole situation and to make it less awkward about what had just happened.

You don’t say anything – still being in absolute shock over the fact that Jungkook willingly kissed you.

Jungkook clears his throat before adding, “well... Goodnight.” He turns walking slowly back to his bedroom, not looking back at you. His door was now shut.

What the actual fuck.

You stand still for a few moments, your mind in a desperate need of progressing what the fuck just happened. Without thinking any further your legs start walking towards Jeon's room. You lift your hand, about to knock but before you could, the door suddenly opens. Jungkook in front of you again.

“Y/N I–“

You don’t let him finish, returning your lips back on his in a desperate need to feel them again. Jungkook tenses under your touch, but it’s quickly exchanged as he wraps his arm around your form, hugging you tighter towards him. As your lips move in sync, you feel his broad chest against your own, his tattooed arm holding you tight. It’s weird how your body grows hot over Jungkook’s touch. You’ve known each other for so long, the thought of sex surpassed the both of you very fast – mostly him not you.

‘’Mmm– are you sure?’’ Jungkook looks at you in the dimly lit room, his brown eyes fixated on your answer. You know you want this. Your body and mind craves the touch of Jungkook.

‘’I do.’’ You bring your fingers, tugging his slightly parted hair and he toys once with his lip ring, his tongue making an exit and gently rolling over the metal until he nods pulling you back in. Now his tongue runs over yours, delicately all while his arms are still holding firmly onto you.

A part of you can’t help but grow impatient. You’ve lived with Jungkook for about four years and in all honesty? A big part of you has wanted this for a very long time. It takes you back to when he accidentally popped in your head while your vibrator was in between your legs, your body in a desperate need for a release. You were so fucking needy tonight and you didn’t care.

‘’Touch me Jungkook. Please.’’ You mumble against his lips, your hips grinding more against him to feel him as close as you possibly can. You expect for Jungkook to do just that, instead he starts shaking under your neediness. You grow concerned, retrieving slowly to get a good look at him.

‘’Did I say something wrong?’’ Jungkook bites his lip, shaking his head to indicate a no. He pulls you closer again, his lips brushing against yours, ‘’You have no fucking clue how many times I’ve imagined you begging for my touch.’’ He whispers, grabbing a hold of your hair making you gasp. ‘’So I’m going to give you just that.’’ His arm unleashes from your form instead grabbing a hold of your exposed shoulders in your loose t-shirt. His hands feel cold against your burning hot skin, causing your nipples to erect.

Jungkook takes notice of how perky your breasts now are, his hand trailing further down giving one of them a firm squeeze. You feel like you’re dreaming, Jungkook’s words are slurring in the back of your brain. He’s thought of you as you have of him. You grab a hold of his black t-shirt, tugging at it as his fingers trace over your nipples, pinching it in between his fingers and your hold only tightens as you pant against his mouth. ‘’Is this enough?’’ He asks soothingly and you almost lose all your patience, wanting for him to throw you on the bed and take you as if this is the only night he’ll be able to touch you.

‘’No.’’

‘’Then tell me where you want me to touch you.’’ You lock your eyes with his, grabbing hold of his wrist belonging to his hand attached to your breast. You drag it longer down and under your t-shirt. He doesn’t move his fingers once they touch your heat, already being soaked enough for him to just slide in with ease.

‘’Here–’’ You hold his thumb, pressing it onto your clit. Jungkook’s mouth parts as you continue using his fingers on yourself. The sight of you being so desperate for him, and mostly his fingers almost makes him finish right in his pants. The way your lips are perfectly parted, your brows furrowed as his fingers slide in with ease inside of you. You grind yourself on his fingers, still frozen, not daring to move and Jungkook gulps trying his best to remain as he’s loving every bit of you using his fingers to make yourself come right in front of his eyes.

‘’Right here.’’ You sigh, closing your eyes as the pleasure increases within you. Jungkook loses it, curling his fingers inside of you making you snap under his move. You smile in victory knowing you made him lose all patience with you toying around.

It isn’t until Jungkook picks up a pace that your smile turns to an ‘o’, an awaited moan finally escaping your lips. Jungkook’s cock was begging to be touched, becoming so hard he felt as if he’d turn dizzy. Your moans were soothing under his skin, reminding him of the wave of pleasure he’s giving you.

‘’Mmm~’’ You’re still tugging at his t-shirt, focusing just on the pleasure and reaching your orgasm. Jungkook doesn’t stop, his thumb circling around your clit all while two fingers are shoved deep inside of your walls, hitting your g-spot nicely. You’re surprised over how good Jungkook is at fingering you. He’s so dedicated to making you finish all over his fingers and the thought is definitely pushing you closer to your orgasm appearing in the pit of your stomach.

Jungkook pulls you closer, faces mere inches apart. ‘’I want you to look at me.’’ You do as he says, maintaining eye contact. The room fills up with the sounds from Jungkook’s fingers re-entering you. As your high reaches, you let out a strained moan, eyes still locked to Jungkook’s which have turned darker than earlier. His lip ring is dangling free, his lip going once or twice back to playing with it. You get more aroused by the minute, Jungkook’s fingers have stopped moving inside of you.

‘’Fuck, you look so hot when you finish all over my fingers.’’ The praise sends a warm fuzzy feeling, heating your cheeks more than before. You’re anticipated for what’s next, although you really wanna fill your mouth up with his cock.

Seeing Jungkook is staying silent, not knowing what’s next you surprise him by taking his fingers out of you. He doesn’t hesitate to lick off your glistening arousal that coated his fingers.

‘’I’ve been dying to do this.’’ You drop down to your knees, roaming your hands on his thighs, squeezing his skin under your palms. Jungkook hisses from the contact, his eyes never leaving yours and patiently awaiting for your next move.

You remove his gray sweatpants, keeping the boxers on for the upcoming teasing you will accomplish. You palm him through the fabric, moving your head towards it, peppering it with small kisses.

‘’This is so fucking mean– ah!’’ You cup him, grabbing his erection firmly. At least he’ll stop complaining for now. Your hands are done exploring, Jungkook’s cheeks have turned pink from the impatience of wanting you to suck him off. You know he wants it, despite the fact that you’re taking your time – not knowing if this is a one time thing or not. You want to enjoy him fully.

It’s as if all Jungkook’s prayers are answered when you finally pull his boxers down, tongue flicking over his tip, glistening with pre-cum. ‘’Shit.’’ He murmurs, head throwing back in disbelief over how your tongue is running on his tip at this very moment.

You open wider, welcoming him a bit more in, hand pumping for what you don’t cover with your mouth just yet. It takes almost a split five seconds of sucking his tip off and Jungkook lets out a moan for you to hear. He sounds almost desperate, the moan being mildly hoarse.

Your cheeks hollow as you take him further in your mouth, tongue flatly running along his veins. He’s a lot to handle, but your mouth does the job.

‘’Don’t stop.’’ He lowly mutters, his hand holding your cheek, rubbing smoothly in patterns. You obey, continuing in a pace that has Jungkook grunting and breathing heavily only caused by your mouth. You feel overly confident knowing you have a certain effect on Jungkook. You moan against his dick, the thought overflowing you and Jungkook bucks his hips towards you in a thrust. He continues to fuck your mouth, his cock now coated in your spit.

‘’I think now’s the time that I finally fuck you.’’ Jungkook expresses.

You remove your mouth, some spit landing on your chin; your hand still holding onto the base of his cock. ‘’Oh yeah? Who said you’d be the one to dom?’’ Jungkook is in shock over your words, shivering at the thought of you completely taking control over his body. Jungkook’s silence is enough for you to know he’s toying with the idea of you taking over.

‘’Okay. Take control of me.’’ He throws his shirt over his head, exposing his abs and fully tattooed sleeve to you, laying down comfortably, inviting you in between his legs. You follow his movements, taking off your shirt and dropping your panties to the ground. Now moving towards him, wanting to ride him out like there’s no tomorrow.

Your hips now straddling him, grinding against his cock and coating him in your arousal from earlier. Jungkook’s hesitant to touch you, his hand moving and holding tight in a pillow instead.

Your fingers examine his face – mostly his lip because of his piercing – you’re in doubt if you can play with it, so you let your fingers rest on his cheek. It’s as if Jungkook knew your doubt, guiding your finger and letting it rest on the metal of the ring. You bite your lip, gently moving the piercing back and forth.

‘’Do you have any idea how turned on I get by this?’’ Jungkook interrupts your session of toying with his lip ring. You freeze, mouth agape all while shaking your head no.

Jungkook presses you down, your folds making direct contact to his cock and it’s so fucking hard. He wasn’t lying.

‘’Please, just fucking ride me already.’’ He sucks in a breath noticing how needy that actually sounded from his part. He loved how you took your time with him but he wasn’t going to last very long if he didn’t experience the feeling of how you convulse around his cock while he’s inside of you.

‘’Because you asked so nicely.’’ You prop yourself, taking a hold of the base of his cock and guiding it to your entrance. The tip barely reaches all the way in and Jungkook’s eyes are closed, panting lowly. The sight is definitely something you could get used to, seeing him getting all worked up for your touch and now mostly your cunt wrapped around him.

You drop further down, Jungkook’s dick now fully nestled inside of you. You whimper out of sensation of how well he’s stretching you out. You start bucking your hips, a hiss leaving your mouth as you ride him tenderly.

Jungkook’s eyes are still screwed shut, his eyebrows grown close and his mouth slightly parted, showcasing just how pleased he is by you. You rake your fingernails in his chest as you pick up your pace, sensing the familiar knot re-appearing.

‘’Fucking hell,’’ Jungkook curses, his eyes now roaming your body and how smoothly you move above him. He takes his chances, grabbing your ass tightly making you jerk your hips out of the sudden control Jungkook is having again.

You like that he’s testing out how much he’s allowed to do. Almost as if he’s being careful with you as you’re a delicate flower petal.

You’re determined to make yourself and him finish in the short amount of time and seeing Jungkook’s fucked out face, you’re close to reaching your goal.

‘’You feel so good–’’ You praise, receiving a small smile from Jungkook. Your hips are close to giving up, riding as if you have the whole time in the world.

‘’Come on, you’re so close.’’ Jungkook encourages you, moving his grip on you along with your movements.

Your legs begin to lightly shake, dissolving into pleasure and finally reaching your second high. Jungkook grunts, feeling your arousal on his cock as you keep riding it. It doesn’t take long for Jungkook to lose himself completely, coming undone inside of you and filling you up with every drop he has to give.

''Holy shit.'' You say a bit out of breath, trying to regain a bit of consciousness.

''I can't believe we just fucked.'' ''Makes two of us.''

He turns his head towards you, looking into your eyes, causing small butterflies to appear in the pit of your stomach.

You smile. ''What?'' you ask, still giggling a bit.

''I- did you know you look really pretty after getting fucked?'' He asks, running his fingers along your arm.

Shit, that was hot.

''Stop it Jeon.'' You respond by giving him a small smack on his chest once again.

''What? I'm serious.'' There they were, once again the butterflies in the pit of your stomach, not wanting to disappear.

''So, what now?''

perma taglist;

@gimmethatagustd @sugarwithtea @pjiminbloom @armys-dna @yoongukie-ff @sxtaep @haliiimede @shimisushi

3K notes · View notes

daechwitatamic · 1 year

Text

VI. Don't Think About Him || KNJ

(banner by @/itaeewon)

Title: My Feet to Follow, and My Heart to Hold (Masterpost)

Rating: NSFW - minors dni

Genre: college!au, roomie!au, angst, s2l, the absolute slowest of burns

Pairing: Namjoon x female reader, unrequited Taehyung x reader

Beta'd by @/kookstempo, @/casuallyimagining, and @/toikiii - thank you endlessly!

Summary: You know a lot about the many types of love thanks to Kim Taehyung. You love him as the only person you see as “family”, you love him as your very best friend, and you love him as the beautiful, funny man he’s become. But when a twist of fate during your senior year has you rooming with his good friend Kim Namjoon, you just might find that you have plenty left to learn about love.

Lesson One: there are such things as a right way and a wrong way to love and to be loved.

You try - and fail - to figure out who and what you want.

Section Warnings: excessive drinking, bar scenes, language, kissing, groping, maybe grinding idk

WC: 6k

The world is mine: blue hill, still silver lake, Broad field, bright flower, and the long white road A gateless garden, and an open path: My feet to follow, and my heart to hold. - Journey | Edna St. Vincent Millay

Sunday October 28th

Fire burns low in the hearth, but my feet itch and beg to go, into the night where the wolfpack hunts, into the storm of wind and snow.

I can hear only their hunting song. The blizzard steals from me my sight. I have no map to traverse this land, But I peer wistfully into the night.

The wolves, the storm, the wild land, Even still I must decide. I know despite the dangers, I can’t afford to stay inside.

“That’s fucking terrible,” you mutter, closing your book and scooting it away from you in disgust. “Wolves? Am I fourteen? For fuck’s sake.”

Still, it does touch on how you feel: like proceeding forward will result in you getting ripped to metaphorical shreds - but staying here, stuck in the familiar just because you’ve deemed it safe, would somehow be worse.

“Talking to yourself?” someone asks, and you jump with a shriek.

“Namjoon!” you scold, as you register that it’s him in the doorway. “I thought you weren’t home for a few more hours!”

He crosses the room and tosses his bag onto his bed. “Yoongi has a lead foot.”

“How was it?” you ask mildly.

Namjoon wiggles his head, indicating both good and bad. “The brewery was really fun,” he says. “And it was nice for us all to hang out and talk at the house. We all used to dorm together… it’s been weird not living in the same place as them. I didn’t realize how much I missed it.”

This makes you smile. You’d been to that dorm once or twice, but you’d refused to hang out with Taehyung there because… well, dudes are stinky. And you’re not a clean freak by any means, but it was a little gross over there.

“Well it was lonely and boring here,” you report. “I’m glad you’re back.”

You’re instantly unsure if that was too forward, too much. Namjoon going away the literal day after you’d kissed him had given you plenty of time to think in private, but it had also given you room to sow doubts in your own mind. But Namjoon smiles shyly, pleased, so cute it makes your toes wiggle.

“I’m glad to be back too,” he says. “I’m gonna go shower and unpack. Have you made plans for dinner yet? We could order later?”

You hadn’t, but you have a feeling Taehyung will want to hang out after two days away. “I have plans,” you lie, figuring it will end up being true.

“Ah, no problem then,” Namjoon says easily, and heads into his room, closing the door behind him with a little wave.

You text Taehyung - “welcome home!! dinner later?” - and get up to start some laundry. By the time it’s done washing, and drying, and you’ve folded it, he still hasn’t answered.

You try again - “hello??? this is y/n, looking for signs of life???”

This time, the response is almost immediate.

[4:56 PM] Tae Bear 🧸: sorry [4:56 PM] Tae Bear 🧸: can’t tonight

In the end, you walk to campus alone, eating by yourself in the far corner of the cafeteria. You’ve splurged on ordering too much lately when these meals are built into your tuition. Besides, you don’t want Namjoon to know that your “plans” fell through.

Friday November 2nd

Angel on the right… Devil on the left…

You look side to side, conflicted. Such a strong case for each.

“Are those for tonight?”

You jump, spinning away from the two Halloween costumes you’ve laid out on your bed. It’s not like Namjoon to come over to your side of the apartment; in fact, you’re not sure he’s ever talked to you while you’re in your own room. It’s usually you going over to his door to bother him, if you aren't both in the living room or kitchen.

“Yeah,” you say. “I can’t decide. You’re coming?”

“I think we all are, except Yoongi,” Namjoon tells you. “I’m going as a detective. I have a magnifying glass and everything.”

You laugh. “I can’t wait to see that. Any thoughts on which way I should go tonight?” You mean the costumes. You’d texted Taehyung for his opinion and he’d returned with, “flip a coin”. You’re not sure why you expected anything else from him.

“I think that’s going to depend on your mood,” Namjoon teases. “How are we feeling today? Naughty or nice?”

You raise your eyebrows. Was that… outright flirtation? “What if I’m feeling both?” you ask.

He laughs. “You need one of those half-and-half costumes. I’ve seen them in the stores.”

You have too, but you think they’re cheesy. “I think I’ll go devil,” you muse, a finger on your lips as you consider. “The angel wings are pretty cumbersome. And the bars are going to be slammed.”

“Naughty it is.” Namjoon flashes you a grin and disappears from your doorway, throwing over his shoulder, “No complaints from me!”

You slap a hand over your mouth to muffle the giggle. Well this is new, and damn, you want to keep playing.

You Uber together to the first bar of the town’s Halloween pub crawl, the guys waiting for you outside. Taehyung howls in laughter at Namjoon’s long coat, fedora, and magnifying glass.

“I see the devil won the coin toss,” he says to you, grinning.

You roll your eyes, still a little peeved that he couldn’t take anything seriously, even when you needed him to. This was a trivial thing, but still. It wasn’t a lot to ask.

Jungkook hands you and Namjoon a flyer with a QR code - it listed the locations of each bar and what time the group would move, in case you got lost or missed the exodus. Inside, you have to pay to get wristbanded, but the wristband earns you special prices at each of the stops.

“This does not go with my costume,” you pretend to pout, the bright yellow wristband glaring against your short, red dress.

“I think everyone will understand,” Namjoon teases. Taehyung appears on your other side, pointing out the little laminated sign that advertises this bar’s drink specials.

“You two need to catch up,” he insists.

Three hours and two bars later, you think you’ve achieved this. You and Taehyung cling to each other’s arms, holding each other up, somehow taking turns being the one who needs help staying upright. The first two bars had offered specials on shots, but this one only has special offers for mixed drinks and beer.

“Do we pay full price for shots, or do we let The Man tell us it’s time to settle down?” you muse loudly into Taehyung’s ear.

“Don’t start with that shit,” he tells you. “This is Halloween, not a hippie convention.”

“I see at least four hippies,” you sniff indignantly.

“I think you’re seeing double,” he counters. “No more shots for you.”

“You aren’t in charge of me!” you yell, and head for the bar at a clip, ankles crying for mercy in your heels. You grasp the bar in both hands when you get there, steady yourself, and then reach up to fix your horn headband, which had been starting to slide. You thought Taehyung was right behind you, but when you turn to look, he’s talking to a girl in a mermaid costume.

Of course.

It’s fine.

The bartender finally catches your eye and you flash your wristband, indicating you’ll take the special. He nods, turns and picks up a bottle. A body settles beside you; you turn, expecting that Taehyung caught up, or maybe Jungkook stopped by for a beer. Instead, a guy you’ve never seen before smiles at you.

He’s in scrubs, complete with a fake stethoscope (you think it’s fake, anyway) slung around his neck. His nametag reads Dr. Love. You laugh out loud. “That’s so corny,” you say, your filter well and gone for the night.

Luckily, he laughs too. “It’s sewed on!” he protests. “I honestly almost Sharpied it out, but I thought that would look even stupider.”

He’s really cute, you notice. He looks… clean. Older.

“You look…” he trails off, letting his eyes roam to your feet and back appreciatively, “phenomenal. Is there an angel wandering around here looking for you?”

You grin. “Just me.”

If Kim Taehyung can find a hookup everywhere he goes, why can’t you?

But as you lean against the bar and take a sip of your drink, your eyes scan the bar before you. In the mirrored wall behind the team of bartenders, you can see a slightly distorted view of the patrons and all of their costumes.

Your eye catches on a detective.

Namjoon’s eyes hold yours through the mirror, though he’s about six seats down from you. There’s a tiny smile on his lips as he sips at what looks like a beer. A smile that says maybe he should have expected this. It’s the same face he’s seen on you when Taehyung does exactly what he did tonight.

Beside you, Dr. Love is asking you something, but you don’t hear him at all. You don’t want to be here, in this spot, anymore. You want to be six seats over.

“I’m sorry,” you say, interrupting him, plastering a sickly-sweet smile on your face. “I just found one of my friends, and I’d lost them. Enjoy your night, though!”

You slip away before he can protest more than a syllable, before you can really register the disappointment on his face and feel guilty about it. Better luck next time, Doctor, you think, as you make your way to Namjoon.

As soon as you’re close enough he extends an arm, making a space for you right next to him. His arm tucks you closer, protective. He walks with you towards the far end of the bar, where it’s marginally less crowded. Once you settle into a spot there, he doesn’t remove his arm. His fingers rest on your bare, body-glittered shoulder, moving imperceptibly now and then, as if they have their own agenda.

“Are you having fun?” you ask him.

“Loud bars aren’t usually my thing,” he answers. “But the costumes are great.”

There’s a lot of alcohol in your system; your filter’s taken a hit. “I like this,” you sigh happily, closing your eyes for a second. You think you sway on your feet a little. The arm around your shoulders tightens.

“Like what?” His voice has gone deep, and you shiver a little. You want to kiss him again; you’d blame the shots but you’ve been thinking about it since it happened. The drinks just make it louder.

“Your arm around me,” you tell him honestly, and he ducks his head, dimples appearing along with a blush.

He shakes his head, still smiling. “You’re drunk,” he accuses playfully.

“It’s a Halloween pub crawl,” you point out flatly. “I’m supposed to be drunk.”

“That’s a fair point,” he allows. Then, he peers at you through squinted eyes. “Are you okay, though? How drunk are you?”

You consider this. “Drunk enough that I want to kiss you again, to hell with the consequences. Not too drunk to remember that there would be consequences.”

The playfulness leaves his face; it’s too obvious not to notice. “Consequences like what?”

It’s a challenge. He knows you know it.

“Namjoon,” you say, a little pleading. Don’t.

“Consequences like Taehyung would see?” he presses. His voice has gone hard. He’s tiptoed around this issue before, but it’s the first time either of you have ever really given it life.

You feel like you want to cry. “Are you mad? About Taehyung?”

He softens. His fingers brush your shoulder again, absently. “No,” he admits, deflated. “No, I guess I’m not. But we both know that’s what you meant.” He removes his arm from your shoulders. It hangs listlessly at his side. You feel its absence painfully, like it had kept you tethered and now you might float away.

“Hey,” you say sharply, and reach for his hand. You miss and get his wrist, but you hold it like your life depends on it. He looks at you curiously. “I like you,” you tell him firmly. “A lot. I’m trying not to mess everything up - with anyone. But he’s my family, and if I lose him…” You take a deep gulp of air, trying to will your pulse to calm, your stomach to settle, your eyes to clear of stupid tears. “I have no one left. It feels… delicate,” you finish finally. You need him to understand. You wish you were better at explaining.

Namjoon twists his wrist from your grasp gently, but takes your fingers in his. “What about me?” he asks, voice a little pouty. “We aren’t delicate?”

You smile at him, relief giving you more of a high than anything else could right now. “No,” you say, and touch his chest lightly, just over his beating heart. You brush your hand down his chest, drop it to your side, and turn to stare out at the crowd. “No,” you say again, finishing the thought. “You aren’t delicate at all. You’re steady. That’s something I really like about you.”

There’s a moment of silence that stretches between you, tension building like a bassline, and then he gives a tug to the hand he’s holding. You turn back to look at him.

“What do you want, Y/N?” he asks plaintively.

You open your mouth immediately to answer, but he cuts you off.

“Don’t think about him when you answer that,” he commands seriously, fingers clutching yours so tightly it almost hurts. “Don’t think about anything else but you and me. What do you want?”

What do you want?

“I…” you start feebly, unsure how you’ll even finish the sentence. “I want…”

Jimin rushes up to you, breathless, grabbing both of your arms. Namjoon drops your hand like it’s burned him. If Jimin notices, he doesn’t let on.

“We have to go,” he pants. “Literally right now. Jungkook hit on some huge guy’s girlfriend, it’s about to be a thing. Help me find everybody?”

“Where are they?” Namjoon asks, quickly setting his beer glass on the bar and reaching for your drink too. You let him take it, eyes wide.

“Taehyung grabbed Jungkook and ran - I think they’re outside. Have you seen Hobi? Or Jin?”

“Jin left with a girl two bars ago,” you supply, glad to be able to help.

“I see Hobi,” Namjoon says, craning his neck to scan the crowd. “I’ll go get him. Y/N, go with Jimin, we’ll meet up outside.”

He moves without waiting for an answer, wading through the crowd in what must be Hobi’s direction. Jimin takes you by the hand - it feels much different than it had felt a minute ago with Namjoon - and leads you through the crowd hurriedly, dodging people left and right. You look over your shoulder as he pulls you, trying to find Namjoon in the sea of people, but you can’t.

Outside, Jungkook seems to be arguing heatedly with the bouncer.

“Come on,” Taehyung is telling him, looking honestly pissed. “Let’s just go. The night’s already ruined, let’s just leave.”

You pull away from Jimin and head for Taehyung.

“Hey,” you say softly, resting a hand on his arm. He turns on you, still furious, but you don’t waver. “Take a breath,” you tell him softly.

His temper gets the best of him sometimes.

He shakes his head, angry, but you see his chest move as he obeys anyway. A second later he says, more calmly, “Come on, Jungkook, we can even go somewhere else if you want. We won’t have fun here, that guy’s friends are all worked up in there.”

Jungkook relents as Hobi and Namjoon join you on the sidewalk. You slide your hand off of Taehyung’s arm, feeling weirdly guilty.

“We rallying?” Hobi asks hopefully. “Or did we kill the buzz?”

“Rally!” Jimin cheers, going over and shaking a sullen Jungkook’s shoulder. “Come on! The night prevails!”

“I’ll go somewhere else,” Taehyung says.

“I think I’m done,” Namjoon says, glancing at his phone for the time. “I’ll Uber from here.”

“Y/N?” Taehyung asks, looking to you. For a second, you’re not sure why. Then you realize - you either have to Uber home with Namjoon, or opt to continue on with the rest of the guys.

The angel whispers that you haven’t hung out with Taehyung as much lately.

The devil whispers that you and Namjoon could be all alone.

0-2 for the angels tonight.

“I’m tired,” you say. “I’ll Uber with Namjoon. You guys have fun though. JK, try to keep it in your pants.”

He flips you off wordlessly, still sulking.

They all tell you goodbye, Taehyung giving you an extra-tight squeeze with his hug, and they walk down the block to find another bar. You turn to Namjoon, who’s tapping at his phone to order a ride.

What do you want? His question floats in your head.

You don’t know. You want too much, too many things, too many contradictions.

It seems like Namjoon knows, and forgives you. He silently holds out a hand, waiting. You take it, keeping it tight in yours, not letting go even as you slide into the backseat of the Uber, as it weaves through the neighborhoods until it stops in front of your building, as it drives away, leaving you lit in red taillights before vanishing around the corner.

You’re standing on the sidewalk in front of your building’s front door, Namjoon’s hand in yours, your eyes sleepy but your pulse racing.

He tugs you towards the stairs, and you think he’s going to lead you inside. Instead he spins you and presses you back against the stone balustrade, one hand splayed across the middle of your spine, the other cupping your jaw as he kisses you insistently.

You open immediately for him, giving a happy noise low in your throat. His spare hand, the one not holding you up off the rough stone below, grips the back of your neck for the barest of seconds before continuing down - rubbing patterns past your shoulder blade, the middle of your back, down to the dip of your waist, the swell of your hip, the meat of your ass. He’d better appreciate every curve, you squeezed into spanx for this dress.

You grip at the lapels of his ridiculous detective coat, the earth spinning in circles around you in a blur. You’re aware of only where your hands bunch the fabric, of only where his teeth and lips and tongue clash with yours, of only the fiery path his hand traces up and down your body. You melt into his touch, wanting more, trying to pull him closer, trying to get lost in each sensation.

He breaks the kiss to nip a line of sharp nibbles down your neck. You whine, trying to give him more room. His hands come to rest on your ribcage, thumbs not quite reaching your chest, which has to be a conscious decision on his part. You can feel the cold night air on your thighs; your dress has ridden up. This snaps you out of the moment a little.

“Namjoon,” you murmur, but it comes out a little whiny as he continues to nibble down near the juncture of your neck and shoulder. “We should go inside.”

He stills, then pulls away, eyes seeking yours for any signs of discontent. “Yeah,” he says finally, one syllable all he can handle. “Come on.”

He releases your body gently, letting you find your balance on the pavement. Then, he leads you up the stairs and inside. In the threshold of the apartment, you look at him, a question on your face.

“We’re both really drunk,” he says apologetically, reaching out to brush some stray hairs away from your face. “We should probably cool down a little.”

He’s right - you know he’s right.

“Yeah,” you say, letting the front door close behind you. “Okay.”

You press one palm against the wall for balance as you fight with your shoes, sliding them off one at a time.

Namjoon’s in his room, but the door hangs open. You pause in the doorway of your bedroom, realizing you have a problem.

“Um, hey,” you call across the living room, and he takes a few steps to come look at you. He’s lost the hat and the long coat, and his button-down is undone, revealing a tight, white undershirt beneath. “I promise this isn’t a come-on,” you say, biting back a smile. “But I legitimately can’t reach the zipper on this. Can you-?”

“Of course,” he says, crossing the living room. You turn your back to him, presenting the zipper. He gently sweeps your hair off of your nape and places it over your shoulder. You shiver, goosebumps rising along your arms, and you hear him hum a pleased noise at your reaction. You feel him fumble with the hook-and-eye at the top, and then the zipper sounds. He pauses halfway down your back.

“That good?” he checks. “You can reach that?”

“Yes,” you say, turning back to face him. He’s still got a bit of your lipstick on his mouth, and it makes you have to fight off a smirk. Down, girl. “Goodnight, Namjoon.”

He looks at you for a long minute, expression unreadable. Finally, he says, “Goodnight,” and steps back out into the darkness of the living room. When he gets to his room this time, he closes the door behind him with a soft click. You stare at the inch of light that comes from under his door for a minute before hurrying to close your own door against the dark.

Sunday November 4th

You spend most of Saturday in bed, heart and head both pounding, which means you have a lot of homework to cram in on Sunday.

After you shower and eat, you set up in the living room to get some work done. Namjoon’s door is halfway open, and you can hear the clacking and bass thumps that mean he’s writing in there.

Midafternoon, he appears in his doorway, stretching widely. Your eyes skim the inch of stomach exposed with the stretch and then flick back to your page before he can catch you.

“How’s it going?” he asks, heading into the kitchen.

You twist your mouth, eyeing your laptop and the text spread open on your lap. “I guess it’s going. Sort of.”

“What are you working on?” he asks.

“A paper for one of the bullshit general classes,” you tell him. “Which makes it more challenging, because I deeply do not care.”

He laughs at this, then plops onto the couch a few feet away from you, a water bottle in his hands.

“How about you?” you ask. “It sounded like it was going well.”

“It was going okay,” he agrees. “I reached the end of a scene, so now I need to like… process, look at what’s coming next. I might take a short walk and let it marinate in my brain a little.”

You smile. “How come you never work out here?” you ask him, just curious.

He gives a quick, self-deprecating laugh. “I wouldn’t get anything done. I’d just talk to you.”

You flush, feeling your face heat up, and bite back a smile. “What if I refused to answer?” you offer. “I could just sit here like -.” You mime zipping your lips, still fighting a smile. For good measure, you lock it up and throw the key over your shoulder.

His smile grows. “Wouldn’t help. I’d still be able to look at you.”

Your blush intensifies; you’re tempted to go stick your head in the freezer to cool your cheeks down. “I’ll turn around, then,” you tell him.

His grin turns wolfish. “I assure you, that will not solve the problem.”

Your jaw drops. “Kim Namjoon!” you scold, but you’re giggling.

“I’m just being honest!” he defends, laughing deeply, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Anyway, why? Does it bother you that I stay in there?”

“No,” you say immediately. “You can do what you want.”

He gives you a knowing look, like he’s used to your bullshit and isn’t falling for it. When did that happen? “Don’t get prickly,” he warns.

“Don’t compare me to plants,” you grumble.

“Do you want me to work out here instead?” he asks gently, smiling at you like you’re adorable, which just sets your prickliness off even more.

“I don’t know what I want,” you retort.

There’s a long, stretchy silence as you both consider just how true those words are, on several different levels.

Finally, Namjoon gives you a nod in goodbye and heads back to his room.

This time, he closes the door gently behind him.

–

Taehyung invites you out that night, to see a movie you’d been talking about. You tell him yes, as long as you can go to the earlier showing. But then you start to feel… guilty. Unsure.

You want to ask Namjoon if he cares if you hang out with Taehyung still. He’s bothered by some aspect of your friendship, obviously, but you don’t know what it is. Is it only the fact that Taehyung is a bit of a barrier for you two? Or is he threatened by the whole friendship?

You lay sideways across your bed in the fading late afternoon light, considering this. You imagine asking Namjoon. You think his answer would probably be, do what you want, I’m not your boyfriend.

Which, fair. That conversation needs to come first. Are you together, do either of you even really want that?

In the end, you don’t bring it up. When it’s time, you do your best to sneak out of the apartment, hoping to avoid any conversation about it at all.

Taehyung’s car idles on the street below, and you let yourself in the passenger side and buckle up. You’re anxious, you realize, as Taehyung starts complaining about an argument he had with Jimin back at their place. You’re afraid he’ll ask something that will lead the conversation to Namjoon, afraid that he’ll catch you tripping up, clue in that there’s something worth his attention there.

You can’t lie to him. He knows this as well as you do.

That’s why he never asks you questions he doesn’t really want the answers to.

You’re anxious for nothing, because Taehyung talks about his own shit for the whole drive to the movies, and the whole time you’re in line for snacks, and for the whole time before the movie starts as you sit in the back row of the theater munching on overpriced popcorn.

But the movie is good, and you get pulled into the fictional world, and when the lights come on you find Taehyung’s arm casually over the back of your seat. You hadn’t even noticed it was there.

“I can’t believe Jimin wouldn’t come see this,” Taehyung scoffs as you file out of the theater and back to the lobby. “That was so good! Just because he doesn’t like that one actor?”

You’re curious if Taehyung would have still asked you to join him tonight if Jimin hadn’t turned him down first.

But, like Taehyung, you don’t ask questions if you aren’t prepared to hear the truth. So you don’t ask. What would be the point?

You wonder during the drive home if you’d feel better talking to Taehyung about what was going on with you if the guy in question wasn’t his friend.

Maybe.

But only a little better.

Monday November 5th

Unlike the Monday before, Namjoon leaves for campus without you on Monday morning. You aren’t sure if he’s upset with you, or if he just needed to be there early. You’re too cowardly to ask.

You need some support.

If it’s not coming from your “best friend”, you’ll have to outsource.

You trudge through your morning class, eat as fast as you can - alone - in the cafeteria, and head to the student center. You get to the store well before your shift starts.

You aren’t allowed to clock in yet, so you kill some time doing reading for class in the stock room. The second your shift starts, you’re at the front registers, uncomfortably close to Kris’s personal bubble.

“Yes?” they ask you archly, eyeing your proximity suspiciously.

“I… have a confession to make,” you say, your voice as quiet as you can make it. You’re barely moving your mouth, you’re trying so hard to not actually say these words. “There… has been… perhaps… some kissing.”

Kris is stunned into silence for the first time since you’ve known them. Eyes wide and jaw slack, they stare at you. Then, they clarify loudly, “By you?”

You growl in exasperation. “Don’t be cute.”

Kris beams. “Can’t help it, it’s ingrained in my DNA.”

“I need you to be just a tiny bit serious,” you tell them, “because I am having a full-blown crisis.”

Kris sobers instantly. “Wait,” they whisper. “Crisis? Explain.”

“I kissed…” you cast your eyes around the bookstore, making sure no one’s lurking, “...the one I live with.”

Kris gasps. “You did not! You kissed him? Not the other way around?”

“I did,” you admit, feeling yourself flush again. “Twice. Well, the second time he started it, if you want to get technical.”

“I do want to get technical,” Kris whispers, voice almost reverent. “I can’t fucking believe this. So, why the crisis?”

You take a deep breath. Which factor to start with? Because you don’t want to give up on Taehyung yet? Because you don’t want to risk altering that friendship beyond repair? Because you don’t know if Namjoon will be able to handle your best friend being a guy - a guy that you’ve had feelings for?

“Because I don’t know what I want,” you say, the simplest truth. “I can’t get my head straight.”

Kris cocks their head. “If you didn’t know Taehyung - if you removed him completely from the situation -.”

“Impossible,” you protest.

They hold up a finger to silence you. “If you removed him from the situation,” they continue over you, “would you want to pursue things with Namjoon?”

Guilt hits you like an ocean wave, tugging you down, down, down. “Yes,” you whisper, because that part is just true. There’s no wiggle room, no if’s. You like him. You want to see where it will go. If there were no chance of losing Taehyung in the mix, it wouldn’t be a question at all.

“Y/N,” Kris says insistently, leaning towards you. “You are not doing anything wrong here. Taehyung is your friend. Nothing else - and that’s his fault. You aren’t, like, betraying him by catching feelings for someone else. He can’t expect you to sit around waiting for him until you die!”

“He doesn’t expect that,” you say, still in a whisper, because suddenly your throat is tight in that way it gets when you’re upset.

“You need to talk to Taehyung,” Kris tells you gently. You groan. “And the conversation should not be you asking for permission, either!” they continue, impassioned. “You need to tell him I’m seeing someone and you need to be okay with it.”

“But they’re friends,” you protest. “It’s so messy. I’ve never had messy before.”

“You’ve never had anything before,” Kris points out.

“That wasn’t nice,” you grumble. “Yes I have.”

“Nothing that mattered,” they correct. “Nothing with feelings.”

You slump onto the counter. “I hate this.”

“I’m telling you,” Kris says airily. “If you don’t talk to them, this is all going to blow up in your face. You can’t have your cake and eat it, too.”

“Why do you have to be right all the time,” you complain. Kris smiles beatifically.

When your shifts ends, your feet take you not towards home, but towards the academic building where Namjoon’s “office” is.

You’re thinking about your conversation about Kris; you’re thinking about the idea of fairness.

It isn’t fair, as Kris said, for Taehyung to expect you to wait indefinitely for something that was probably never coming, to hold you emotionally hostage.

It isn’t fair for you to do the same thing to Namjoon - to keep him waiting, wondering, unsure if you’ll ever be completely in it. You know that’s the reason things have kept progressing so slowly between you. You’ve felt guilty letting it get any further, felt afraid of those damn consequences. And if you had to bet, Namjoon has been trying to wait for you to sort it out, to make the choice - to choose him.

You can hear the low tones of his voice as you approach down the quiet hallway. Only the staff are normally back here, sometimes one or two students who need to speak to a professor, so there’s not a lot of foot traffic.

You linger in the hallway, leaning against the wall and messing around on your phone, far enough away to not be able to tell what Namjoon and the student are discussing. When the student - a young guy who looks absolutely dejected as he passes by you - exits, you slip past him and lean against the doorway. Namjoon doesn’t notice you right away. It’s clear that his hours have ended and he’s packing up his stuff. When he does notice a body in the doorway, he jumps, inhaling sharply in alarm.

He slumps against the back of the chair when he registers that it’s you.

“I’m usually the jumpy one,” you giggle.

He gives you a sideways smile as he leaves over his bag on the floor, messing with the clasp. “I didn’t expect to see anyone else. What are you - I mean, what’s up?”

“What am I doing here?” you tease, catching his slip. You feel a little nervous, but you’re determined to do this correctly, to treat him better. “I came to see if you wanted to walk back together.”

Namjoon goes a little still, and you hurry to add, “It’s okay if you don’t! It didn’t make my walk longer or anything to come here first. I just thought I’d check.”

He lets you babble. He does as he’s been doing since the beginning - he waits you out with a patient smile.

“So…” you finally finish, the nerves fluttering and hopping around your stomach. “Do you? Want to walk back with me?”

He stands, lifting his bag from the ground and hoisting it onto his shoulder. “Yes,” he says simply, giving you a tiny smile.

You follow him down the narrow hallway, back down the stairs you’d climbed a minute ago, and outside. It’s a nice day - bright and sunny, chilly but not freezing. Campus is busy, and you have to people-dodge a little as you cross the main section, the crossroads of the two main paths.

The second you cross through the front gate and step onto the city sidewalk on the other side, Namjoon silently reaches for your hand. It’s different from last time, in the rain - not urgent, not pulling. It’s gentle and tentative and, weirdly, somehow sensual the way his thumb runs over your knuckles as he glances sideways at you to see if you’re okay with this.

You give his fingers a tiny squeeze.

You walk together in silence for a few minutes, and then Namjoon asks you quietly. “How was your day? You had class this morning? Was it for Thesis?”

You smile up at him, happy to have someone to talk to about this. Kris would listen, you’re sure, because Kris is a good human, but they would much rather talk about romance. And Taehyung… it’s November, and Taehyung has asked you about your classes or your thesis exactly zero times.

“No, not for my thesis,” you tell him. “Just a regular lit class. It was okay! I was so tired, I could barely stay awake… I think I’m still recovering from the weekend.”

He laughs. “Can’t imagine why,” he teases, voice going a little deeper. “I’m sure you were a perfect angel all weekend long.”

The joke - that you’d dressed as a devil - is not lost on you, and you grin up at him. “Clever,” you say.

He beams back, proud. “Sometimes,” he allows.

“How about you?” you ask. “Did you have class before your TA hours?”

“Yep,” he says, nodding. “Unfortunately, it was a research-based class.”

You groan in sympathy. “First thing on a Monday morning? Fucking ouch.”

“Tell me about it,” he says with a shake of his head. “I’m not much of a napper, but damn, I could use a nap.”

At the apartment, you decide to watch a show you’re in the middle of, and you settle on the couch with a throw-blanket over your legs. Namjoon appears in the doorway of his bedroom, looking at you a little balefully.

“Can I… do you mind if I read out here?” he asks.

You scramble to sit up a little making room on the other side of the couch. “You don’t need to ask,” you say, a little appalled that he’d felt the need. “You live here! I never mind, I promise.”

Appeased, he makes his way over and gets comfortable on the other side of the couch. It occurs to you that this is how you and Taehyung usually spend your time - on opposite ends of the couch - but you shove the thought away.

You glance at him now and then as your show plays, and a few times you think you catch him watching more than reading. In between episodes, you notice his book face-down on his chest, rising and falling in deep, even motions. His head leans back against the arm of the couch, and his eyelids flutter as he dreams.

Smiling a tiny smile, you fluff your blanket to cover his legs, and press play for the next episode.

<- Prev || Next ->

Thank you so much for being here!!!!! What did we think of what I lovingly call "the Halloween Pub Crawl Fiasco"?!

Section VII will drop on Friday, February 24th! I hope to see you there!!

288 notes · View notes

arosesstorm · 9 months

Text

Bangtan Boyz as roommates ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍵

jimin

Always sleeping, everywhere, he seems to be in every room you walk into. Once you went to take a shower and when you came back you found him sleeping peacefully under your blankets: you had to sleep on the couch.

jungkook

Your fav roomie: always smells good, is silent, never complaints, cooks pretty amazingly. The only thing you can complain about is his lack of flaws which makes it extremely hard for you to be compered. It usually leads to you being stressed out from time to time and snapping at him for no real reason.

taehyung

He's messy, messy, messy; you always complain, backed up by hope. You always end up fighting one way or another, but at the end of the day you feel so at ease in his presence that you always end up glued to him on the coach, catching up on the latest dramas.

jin

Great cook and a great view in the morning. You learned to love being woken up by the sweet smell of his recipes. Sometimes is a little too loud in the morning and you being a light sleeper, it just doesn't end well. After the first curses and you storming to the kitchen to physically fight him he always corrupts you with some freshly made breakfast.

yoongi

He usually disappears into his studio for days, you and Taehyung are the first to pump on his door calling him for food. The chilliest, your fav activity at home is to force him to watch dramas with you and hearing his side comments who never fails to make you laugh. Chilling in his room listening to his latest songs is cool too.

Namjoon

You're very strict about people coming into your room, which is a rule neither jimin nor taehyung seem to follow well, but the one who is a hundred percent not allowed into your room is Kim Namjoon. And that is, after he broke three of your vanillas candles, your mirror and your fav beige nightstand lamp with cherries drawn on top. He's never crossing the entrance again.

hope

Your light in the tunnel honestly, you and hope share the same maniacal like for tidiness; you always end up doing your laundry turns together which results in chatting close to the washing machine: it has become like a routine for the both of you. Always on each other sides' in regard of houses debates, he only disagrees with your outbursts at Jungkook who could easily join your club if you didn't feel so intimidated by him.

-> based on what they say on run! bts ep 76 :)

89 notes · View notes

9stxrsan · 11 months

Note

hey! can i request namjoon punishing his s/o because he thought she was flirting with yoongi? please and thank you!

I've Seen The Way He Looked At You ||KNJ||

Warnings|| slight arguing, choking (its a kink guys. De'ary likes it.), rough $ex, unprotected, accusations, jealousy ,cursing, dirty talking, edging, crying(satisfaction), begging, moaning, whimpering.

Rating|| 18+

Summary||De’ary and Namjoon have been married for almost two years. In that length of time, Both of them started working the same job along with two of their other friends, Jungkook and Jimin. Working in the office seems to be great and all, but De’ary’s co-worker/ office roomie(Yoongi) gets a little too close to her… And Namjoon isnt very fond of that.

Authors note/ disclaimer || I am so sorry I've been gone for so long but enjoy.

The smell of chic perfume filled the bedroom, which made namjoon curious. Standing by the bedroom door, he inhaled the scent, sending shivers down his body, and slowly exhaled.

“Wow,” He smiled, “Where are you going smelling like that?”

The blonde haired turned around with a bright smile, buttoning her blouse, “What do you mean?”

Namjoon shrugged, walking towards her wrapping his arms around her waist, “I just trying to say you smell nice.”

“Well thank you,” She said chuckling, “But shouldn't you be getting ready too? I mean, You wouldn't want to be late again, Mr. Mullon will flip out.”

:””I suppose you’re right,” He groaned, “He might just fire me this time.”

As he let go, De’ary giggled as her husband playfully whined, putting hair braids up into a bun.

Just as Joon finished getting dressed and was about to walk out the door with De’ary. A sharp knock approached their front door.

Confused, Namjoon looked at De’ary to see if she had any clue to who was at the door.

De’ary rolled her eyes and scoffed playfully, “You know Jimin and Jungkook come over everyday to get a ride from us.”

Namjoon palmed his forehead in realization, “Right.”

“Im not getting any younger out here hyung.” Jungkook groaned on the other side of the door.

Shaking his head, chuckling Joon unlocked the door letting the guys in, “Hello to you too Jungkook.”

“It seems like your house changes everytime i step foot in here.” Jimin said looking around, then looking at the blonde haired female, “Hey De.”

De’ary waved.

“Anyways, are you guys ready to go?” Joon sighed, “If I’m late one more time, he might kill me.”

Jimin laughed, “Yeah right, you’re one of his best workers, firing you would be one of his worst mistakes.”

“One of them?” Jungkook raised his eyebrow.

“Yeah, Firing me or De would be the other ones.” Jimin scoffed.

“What about me?” Jungkook folded his arms.

Jimin waved him off, “Let’s just go.”

Namjoon nodded, grabbing De’Ary’s hand and walked out the front door, with the other two males following.

As soon as they arrived to the office, De’ary parked the car, looking at her watch, “Shit..”

“What?” Namjoon said, “What time is it?”

“It's uh,” She sighed hesitantly, “Its 8:40.”

All three of the males started groaning, and sighing as if they knew some bullshit was about to happen.

“I’m pretty sure he won't be too mad at us?” De’Ary tried to look on the bright side of things.

They all looked at De’ary like she just said the stupidest shit ever, and instead of responding, they just got out of the car.

“Alright then, Guess my positivity didn't really help.” De’Ary shrugged and hopped out of the car.

Walking to the doors of the office building, two ladies in very fine business suits greeted them kindly.

The four greeted them back and walked inside.

The sounds of employees laughing and conversations filled the office, and the smell of fresh printer paper was everywhere.

“Alright now,” Jimin sighed, “I’m gonna head to my office, I’ll see you guys later.”

Jungkook agreed and followed Jimin to the office they shared.

As they walked off, a black haired male walked up and touched De’Ary’s on the shoulder.

De’Ary turned around to see who it was, and smiled, “Hi Yoongi, How are you?”

Namjoon turned around and his face didn't seem to be very satisfied with who De’Ary was talking to.

“Hi De,” Yoongi leaned to the side a bit, “Hello Namjoon.”

“Hey,” Joon responded in a dismissive tone, “I’m gonna go to my office now, ill see you later babe.”

“Oh okay, Bye I love you.” She said before passionately kissing him goodbye, thinking nothing of his annoyance seeing Yoongi.

“Mullon, gave us a lot of shit to do this week.” Yoongi chuckled, handing her papers.

“Are you fucking kidding me!?” De’Ary groaned, and slightly chuckled.

Namjoon turned around, scoffing, and his face showed every sign of jealousy.

All throughout the day, Namjoon watched as Yoongi and De’Ary laughed and giggled with one another. And during lunch time when De’Ary finally had some freetime, she sat with her husband to enjoy her meal and talk about their day, “Hi my love,” She said in a cheerful tone.

Namjoon glanced at her for a bit then continued looking down, eating his food, “Hey babe.”

De’Ary didn't appreciate this flat tone he had at all, “What’s up with you? You seem very grumpy.”

Namjoon looked up, giving her a fake smile, “Nothing, I’m fine.”

“Joon.” De’Ary’s voice got stern.

He sighed, “You and Yoongi seem to be the best of friends, don't you think?”

De’Ary’s eyes widened in shock, “I know you’re fucking lying to me,”

Namjoon eyed her.

“Do you- do you think me and Yoongi have something going on?” She scoffed.

“I don't like making assumptions, but lately I-”

“Namjoon, are you fucking kidding me? Why would I even think about cheating on you?”

“I’m not saying that you are.” He sighed.

“So what's with this stink ass attitude you're walking around with if that's not what you’re thinking?.” She folded her arms.

Namjoon got quiet.

De’Ary rolled her eyes, “I’m gonna need you to fix your shit, and get your thoughts straight.”

De’ary went back to her office and sat in her chair, rubbing her head in annoyance, how could her own husband think something that cruel of her? Does he not trust her?

Suddenly a sharp knock approached her office door, looking up De’ary sees a black haired female standing at the door with a warm smile.

“You can come in Sana,” She sighed.

“Are you okay De? You seem stressed out.” Sana said concerningly.

“Yeah, me and Joon just got into a slight disagreement.” she said brushing the situation off.

“Bummer..” Sana sighed, “Uhm well, I’m having a little gathering tonight, if you wanna come?”

“Sure, I’m not busy. Who else is coming?”

“Me, Julia, Yuri, and Soo-ah.”

“Oh cool, I’ll be there.” She smiled, “I’m looking forward to our girls night out.”

“Technically it's a girls night in.” Sana laughed, “Alright I’ll see you later.”

De’Ary waved.

Later on, when De’Ary and Joon got home, she went straight to her room and showered.

Joon on the other hand went into the living room and sat in the reading chair, watching the television.

As soon as she got out, She went into her closet picking out comfortable, but sexy clothes to go to the gathering Sana had invited her to. As she put the clothes on and sprayed her perfume, she looked in the mirror, making sure she looked presentable to step foot outside of her house.

When she finished, she put her earrings on, and shoes, and headed towards the door.

Joon noticed her and got up and walked towards her, “Where.. Are you going?” He said softly, with slight guilt, still hoping the conversation they had earlier didn't affect her.

“Girls night out my coworker invited me to.” She said in a flat tone, still upset about earlier, “You know, Sana.”

“Oh. Okay.” Namjoon said, “I'll see you later then,” he kissed her goodbye.

She kissed him back, and walked out the door.

When she got in the car, she drove to Sana’s house and knocked on the door.

Of course, Sana welcomed her with open arms like always, “De! I'm so glad you could make it”

“I told you I would come,” De’ Ary smiled.

Sana let her in and she greeted everyone else. She saw a bunch of food and alcohol on the table, “Woah.. What kind of gathering is this?”

“It’s a… ‘Let's have some fun and forget about our hardships in life’ type of gathering.” Sana shrugged.

De’Ary giggled, “Alright then, lets get this fucking party started.”

After many drinks, Sana hummed in realization, “Ah… I forgot to mention, Yoongi is coming over.”

“Yoongi?..” De’ary stuttered, “Why would he want to be here with all girls.”

“He doesn't know it's all girls,” She whispered secretively, “Plus, I’ve been needing a reason to get him to come over.”

De’ary gasped dramatically, “You- like, Min Yoongi, don’t you!”

“Shhh! No one knows that but you now, don’t ruin my shot please.” De’Ary put her finger over her mouth and nodded.

A knock approached the door, Clearly it was Yoongi.

De’Ary got up to open the door, tripping over her own feet. Swinging the door open, she greeted Yoongi, “Hey buddy.”

Yoongi shook his head in disbelief, “I’m guessing you’re drunk too? You sound worse than Sana over the phone.”

De’Ary shook her head aggressively, “I’m only a little tipsy,”

Yoongi giggled a bit, “Sure you are,” he patted her on the head.

Sitting in the living room, intoxicated, all of them laughed and giggled.

De’ary began to roll off the couch and sit next to Julia, letting out a loud groan, “Y’know, I’m so glad I came here tonight. I really needed space to clear my head. Me and Joon had got into this.. Altercation.”

Sana patted De’Ary on her back, “No worries girl. You’re welcome to come over anytime for more gatherings.”

De’Ary felt a buzz in her pocket, it was her phone. She removed it from her pocket and looked to see who was Facetiming her, it was her husband of course.

“Hello,” She said in a bubbly tone.

“Do you know what time it is?” Namjoon said skipping over her greeting.

“Uhm,” She exaggerated, “It’s about, four in the morning.”

“Right, and do you not remember that you have to be at work at seven tomorrow?”

“Aw shit, I completely forgot,” She stuttered, “Oh well, maybe next time.”

“De, why do you sound like that?” Namjoon said in a firm voice.

“Well, the gathering Sana invited me to has drinks, and I took advantage of that opportunity.” She sighed.

“Nevermind that babe, I’m on my way to get you,” He sighed, “Because you’re not driving home in this condition-”

Namjoon suddenly stopped his sentence when he saw the black haired male sitting just on the opposite side of her, confused as to why he would be there. Instead of saying something he hung up the phone.

De’Ary was shocked, Namjoon has never hung up the phone in her face before, no matter what she did. She ignored it and decided to just wait for her husband to come get her.

About fourty minutes later, a small knock approached the door, which Soo-ah got up to open, “De, Joon is here to get you.” She slurred.

De’Ary was completely wasted and couldnt even get up off of the floor, Namjoon walked over to her and attempted to pick her up. Suddenly Yoongi came out of the kitchen, Namjoon spotted him and slightly mugged at him.

“De, get up,” He said firmly, “Its time to go home.”

“I dont wanna, I wanna stay,” She whined, “I havent even finished my drink.”

“No, you’ve had enough to drink, come on.” He sighed.

“Do you need help?” Yoongi offered.

Namjoon looked at him and scoffed, “No, I think I got it.”

Yoongi felt the coldness in his voice and backed away, “Right..”

Namjoon finally was able to pick De’Ary up and put her on his back, “Alright time to head home,” De’Ary groaned, “My head hurts.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes and walked out the door.

When they got home, Namjoon placed his wife on the bed, taking her shoes off, and her dress, placing a oversized shirt over her head, then handing her a water bottle and a ibuprofen, “Take it and lay down,”

De’Ary looked at him, spaced out for a moment.

“De,” he waved his hand, “Take it, it will help your head feel better, and your hangover won’t be so bad in the morning.”

De’Ary took the water bottle out of his hand, and smiled, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” He said placing the pill in her mouth, “Now swallow,”

She giggled, “I heard that before.”

Namjoon shook his head and laughed, “You are something else,” He laid her back onto her pillow and watched as she fell asleep.

The next morning, De’Ary woke up, confused as to how she got home, when she changed her clothes, and why she felt like her head was about to explode. She got out of the bed and walked down the hallway, when suddenly a whiff of breakfast food filled her nostrils. She rushed to the kitchen to see what smelled so delicious, and to see who the hell was cooking it. Heaven knows it wasnt Namjoon.

As soon as she stepped foot into the kitchen, she seen her husband shirtless, taking food out of bags, walking behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist, she buried her fave into his back.

“Goodmorning,” He said turning his head a bit, “How did you sleep?”

“My head is killing me,” She sighed.

“I bet,” He placed the bag down and turned around to face her, “How was the little gathering last night?”

De’Ary shrugged, “The hell if I remember, the girls probably don’t either,”

“You know who might,” He said firmly, “Yoongi.”

De’Ary tilted her head, and frowned, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean, he was there wasn’t he?” Joon scoffed, “He didn’t seem to be as drunk as the rest of you.”

De’Ary stayed silent.

“Two questions for you, when did he become a girl?” He folded his arms, “And when the fuck where you going to tell me he was going to be there”

“First off, I had no clue Yoongi was going to be there, Sana invited him last minute.” De’Ary defended.

“Yeah right,” Joon scoffed silently. “What the hell do you have against him? What the fuck has he done to you?” De’Ary argued.

“Come on De,” He rolled his eyes, “You cant be that clueless.”

“What the fuck are you going on about?”

“I’ve seen the way he stares at you De, and trust me I don’t blame him,” He argued, “I don’t want him around you,”

“Do you not trust me?” She yelled.

“It’s not you I don’t trust De’Ary, it’s him.”

“I’m not dealing with your bullshit today,” She scoffed, walking away from him and going into her room to get ready for work.

When she arrived, she put her stuff on the desk, and sat down. She got straight to work and did not allow any distractions to come her way.

“Morning buddy’” Yoongi laughed.

“Hey,” She sighed.

“Did your hangover from those drinks yesterday stress you out?” Yoongi said concerned.

“No, it’s my husband.” She scoffed, "It's very complicated right now."

"Yeah..." Yoongi said coming to sit on her desk, "It can get like that sometimes, but you'll get through it."

They changed the subject and continued to laugh, and yoongi told De'Ary to come closer, De'Ary did and he whispered, "Can you do me a favor and help me get with Sana, I really like her."

While Yoongi was whispering, Namjoon walked past De'Ary's office too see if she was okay, and from what he seen, Yoongi was kissing De'Ary.

Namjoon furiously went back to his office, packed up and went home.

Later on in the day, De'Ary came home and placed her stuff by the door and noticed how all of the lights were off, she headed to the bedroom and seen that her husband was sitting on the bed, waiting for her.

"Hi baby," She said flatly, "Whats up?"

"You tell me," He said getting up, "What's up De?"

"Uhm nothing I guess," She raised her eyebrow, "How was work? You left early."

"I wanted to ask you the same thing," He smiled sarcastically, "How was work?"

"Cool," She shrugged.

"What did you eat today?" He said untying his tie.

"I ate some chicken alfredo," She nodded, "It was very good."

"Hm," He hummed, unbuckling his pants, "Was it as good as Yoongi's lips?"

"What?" De'Ary shouted.

"You heard me," He got up and walked towards his wife, "I seen you two today,"

"Namjoon I don't know what-" He grabbed her by the neck softly and placed a finger over her mouth, silencing her.

"What is it about him that you like De," He said rubbing down her body slowly, "Clearly he's got something I don't have."

"Joon what the fuck.." She said slightly moaning.

"Tell me love, what is it?" He said placing his hand between her legs, gently moving his hand around.

"What are you talking about?" She gasped.

"It's completely fine De'Ary," He laughed taking his shirt off, "You refuse to answer the question, so ill answer it for you."

He crashed his lips onto hers, and started taking her clothes off, piece by piece. Gripping her breasts, and rubbing her clit through her underwear. Causing De'Ary to moan and drip through them.

"Joon I-" She stuttered.

"Quiet," He gripped her waist with one hand, and continued to rub her clit, "I'll be damned if I allow any man to put his lips on my wife,"

De'Ary finally came to realization, "Joon, I never kissed Yoongi!"

"What did I just say?" He tilted his head, with a sinister smirk his face, jamming his fingers into De'Ary, causing her to scream.

"Baby, Listen to me," She moaned, gripping the cover.

Joon ignored her, and he pulled his pants down, standing up beside the bed, "Lay on your back."

De'Ary obeyed, as much as she wanted to argue back, she knew she would never get the last word.

Joon proceeded to pull his boxers down, exposing his length, placing it in De'Ary's mouth.

He hitched his breath, and let out a satisfactory groan, De'Ary laid still as he, placed his hands by her throat and thrusted into her mouth.

"Now tell me love," He grunted, "Does his lips taste as good as my cock does?"

Not even allowing De'Ary to reply, he continued to thrust into her mouth.

Choking, De'Ary's eyes rolled to the back of her head, and Namjoon finally pulled out, leaving De'Ary gasping for air.

"Get up, I'm not done with you yet," Joon said flipping her over on her stomach, lifting her ass up in the air.

Spitting on two of his fingers and rubbing it around her entrance, De'Ary moaned, As soon as Joon got his satisfaction, he shoved his fingers back inside of her, without mercy.

"Fuck Joon," She cried out, "Please,"

"Can he do this De?" He laughed jamming his fingers into her, with more and more force everytime, "Can he make you feel this good." "Nu- No," She mumbled.

"Project your fucking voice De'Ary." He said as he continued to hit her G-spot.

"No!" She shouted, "No one can!"

Joon smiled, as he pulled his fingers and watched as his wife lost full control over her body, spitting on his fingers again but this time lubricating his cock.

He put De'Ary back in position, and started playing with her entrance again, "I don't even know if you deserve this satisfaction."

"Please baby," She whimpered, "Don't do that to me.."

"You don't get to tell me what to do after what you did today De," He said, continuing to tease her.

"But I didn't do it! I swear-" Before she could even finish he thrusted into her.

"Yeah right," He groaned, thrusting harder and harder, "I told you to stay away from him, didn't I?"

"Yes," She moaned.

"And you did you listen to me?"

"No." She cried out, "No I didn't."

"You're so hard-headed," He said gripping her ass, and roughly fucking her, leaving her with tears of satisfaction rolling down her face, "Fucking you clearly isn't a punishment that makes me feel better."

"I'm gonna cum," She whined.

"Ah," He snickered, "I know an even better punishment," He pulled out and flipped her back over.

"Stop, what are you-" She stuttered, "I was close,"

"I know, but you're not cumming until I say its okay to." He smirked.

"Don't do that," She shouted, "Please,"

"You're not the one in control here De," He said as he stuck his tongue her clit, roughly flicking it back and fourth.

"Baby, I can't take it.." She whimpered.

"I don't want to hear it," He snarled, "Maybe now you will think about your actions next time love,"

De'Ary's legs began to shake, Namjoon grabbed both and held them still, continuing to suck her clit, "Don't you dare cum."

De'Ary began to place her hand on his head, moaning uncontrollably, slurring her words.

"So I'll ask you one more time, "What does Yoongi have that I don't?"

"Nothing! Nothing baby!" She cried, reaching her breaking point.

"Uh-huh," he hummed, sticking his finger back inside of her fingering her again, "Who's pussy is this De?"

"Yours babe," She cried, "All yours.."

"You wanna cum don't you?" He laughed, pounding his fingers inside of her.

De'Ary nodded frantically.

"Tell me how bad you want it baby," He tilted his head lustfully.

"I wanna cum so bad," She cried, "Let me cum baby, please."

"Yeah?" He mocked her cries.

"Yes baby," She start shaking again.

"You're gonna listen from now on?" He smiled.

"Yes baby whatever you want," She moaned.

"If I let you cum, promise me you'll stay away from Yoongi." He said speeding up his movement, feeling De'Ary's walls slowly cave in.

"I promise baby, please just let me cum!" She yelled.

Joon laughed, "Then cum for me baby." He said as De'Ary start shaking, letting herself go all over him, "Good girl." He whispered, running his hands through her braids, kissing her on her forehead.

#bts #bts icons #bangtan #bangtanarmynet #bts moodboard #bts fic #namjoon x reader #namjoon smut #bts smut

93 notes · View notes

wintaerbaer · 1 year

Text

things we don’t say: part 2 TEASER (kth)

banner credit: @itaeewon

summary: Three years after graduating college, everything seems to be falling into place for you: stable job, cozy apartment, and a long-term boyfriend with a ring box hidden in his desk drawer. But when a mutual friend makes a remark that your best friend of nearly two decades is clearly in love with you, you realize that life may not be as simple as it seems.

pairing: Taehyung x Reader (with some VERY brief Seokjin x Reader and Yoongi x Reader)

rating: 18+

genres: best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, slow burn, angst, fluff

word count: 721 (for the teaser; full chapter is expected to be 8-10k)

chapter warnings: IN THE SOOP TAE, swearing, alcohol consumption, feelings?, implied sexual situations (not for oc), infidelity, namjoon’s chest

a/n: CHANGE OF PLANS, i was originally going to post the first scene of this next part but then decided it was too boring to be a teaser. this one, i think, does a much better job of framing part 2. enjoy!

PART 1 // SERIES MASTERLIST

The drive proves an easy one for you and Maya as sunny weather and a surprising lack of traffic has you at the house in under an hour. As you drive through the iron gates, a small mansion, white and pristine, spreads itself out before you, and you're once again reminded of just how wealthy a family Jungkook comes from.

You had grown up very well-off, sure, but Jungkook’s parents and their vast real estate portfolio are on an entirely different level of rich. And while your parents had immediately cut you off right after you left for college, Jungkook’s parents continue to supplement his bartending income with a monthly allowance to this day.

The word “spoiled” is a bit of an understatement when it comes to your friend.

"You sure you don't want anything more serious with Kook?" you tease Maya, sitting in the passenger seat with her dark sunglasses over her eyes. "All this could be yours."

"As if," she scoffs. "Not worth it to have to put up with his ass for the rest of eternity."

You key in the code for the front door and are greeted by a multitude of voices, the cavernous open-concept kitchen/dining room/living room only serving to amplify those inside. Hoseok and Sunny are quick to reel you in, introducing you to Sunny's three bridesmaid friends, Hoseok's brother (who you’ve met a few times before), and—

"Joonie!"

Namjoon swoops in to pull you into a bear hug while lamenting how long it's been since he last saw you. Hoseok's best friend since freshman year of college, the former pre-med major had been a core member of your group of friends, but med school combined with helping to manage his family's restaurant means that you rarely see him nowadays in spite of him sharing an apartment with Hoseok and Sunny.

"How's the roomie search going?" you ask as Namjoon pulls Maya into an equally crushing hug.

"Mmph, still no luck. Though I may have an old friend from grade school moving into the city soon, so we'll see if that pans out." He throws a quirked brow at Hoseok. "But I haven't entirely given up on convincing these two to reconsider breaking up the dream team."

"Ah, Joon, you really wanna live with two newlyweds that badly?" Hoseok whines. "Just think about it for two seconds. Really think about it."

Namjoon clicks his tongue, cheeks now tinged with a dusting of pink. "Okay, maybe you have a point."

The light mingling continues as everyone settles in, and you find yourself taking stock of the kitchen and planning a grocery run with Sunny's friends when the last three members of your party come spilling through the door.

Your companions head back to the entrance for introductions, but you stay firmly put, mindlessly busying yourself with plates and silverware, nerves alight at the thought of who just entered the house.

Voices still echoing from the living room, it's only a minute or so later when you sense the quiet presence of someone stepping into the kitchen, and, ever in sync, you don't need to turn around to know who.

"Hey, can I talk to you?"

You turn on instinct, your body responding to his voice before your brain can remind you of your avoidance. Taehyung leans against the kitchen island in a long-sleeved yellow shirt, baseball cap turned backwards on his head. Chin slightly tilted towards his chest, he's gazing at you from under his lashes, and you recognize it as nerves.

"I, um, I'm about to go on a grocery run."

"I can come with?" he offers. "Keep you company, carry the heavy stuff—"

"I made plans to go with Sunny's friends, actually."

"Oh, okay." His shoulders drop ever so slightly, and you glance away at the shoreline crashing in the distance, anywhere but at your best friend looking like a kicked puppy in front of you because of your own cowardice.

"Listen, Y/N—"

"Later?" You quickly interrupt, not mentally prepared to have this conversation right now, especially with Jimin casting you looks from where he stands in the living room.

Taehyung licks his lips, seeming to scan your face for something before he swallows down words on the tip of his tongue, grimacing as if they're nails. "Yeah, okay. Later."

a/n: feedback, thoughts, predictions, etc. are always welcome! :)

#taehyung x reader #taehyung x you #taehyung fluff #taehyung angst #bts x reader #bts x you #bts imagines #taehyung imagines #taehyung fic #taehyung fanfic #bts fluff #bts angst #taehyung #bts fic #bts fanfic

82 notes · View notes

dreamescapeswriting · 2 years

Text

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 ⪼ 𝐌𝐘𝐆

⤜WORD COUNT: 6.1K

⤜PAIRING: Yoongi X Fem!Reader

⤜GENRE: enemies to lovers, bad girl x good guy, ex-friends to lovers, angst,

⤜MASTERLIST

A/N: Tries something different, dont tend to see Yn as the “bad girl” and the member as the “good guy” so I wanted to try it out

The rain was slashing it down outside of the window and you took in a breath before sliding out of the bed you were in. Tonight it seemed that sleep would be eveading you and you weren't going to be getting any sleep here tonight. You hated not being able to sleep when you weren't in your own bed, it was the worst part about being away from home.

"Where are you going?" The roommate beside you asked as she let out a small and tired mumble, you stared down at her and it seemed as though she was too tired to move or question you further so you just lied to her.

"To get some water," You lied, reaching down for your bag and heading out of the room without another word from your roomie. Lying was much easier than explaining that you were going to go and study in secret while everyone else slept.

You hated this. You could have been at home sleeping soundly and studying in the comfort of your own home but no, you had to come here.

A major football game was happening between your college and another which meant - as a cheerleader- you had to go along with the team.

Sitting yourself down at a table you began to riffle through your backpack for more contact lenses, you were sure you'd packed more than three pairs.

"Stupid, mother-" You hissed out. How could you have been so stupid as to forget the one thing you needed most on this trip? It seemed as though you'd only packed enough contact lenses to get you through the trip there, trip back and the day of the football game which meant you were fucked. There was no way you were going to be able to sit down and study without some kind of way of seeing.

"Fucking idiot," You hissed before sitting down against a chair and staring around, just to see if there was any sign that anyone else in this entire place was awake. But it was deadly quiet.

It was almost 2 in the morning and you doubted that many people would be up any time soon...Maybe it wouldn't hurt to wear the emergency glasses that were stashed away in the bottom of the bag. It wasn't as though someone would come downstairs and if they happened to you were almost sure you would hear them.

Taking out the box you stared down at them. They were barely used unless you were studying at home or walking around the house and you'd not worn them since leaving High school. There was still a bit of tape on one of the legs from when an old friend had broken them and tried to repair them.

When you'd left high school you'd sworn to yourself you'd never wear them in public again in fear of being labelled the "goody-two-shoes nerd" all over again. It had taken you years to get away from your "nerdy" persona in high school and you'd sworn to yourself that college was going to be different. You weren't going to let people see the nerd you were in high school and so far it had worked.

You'd built your reputation up to be a popular cheerleader who was surrounded by tons of friends, people you wouldn't be caught dead with on a weekend if you could help it. Of course, you went to the occasional party to keep up appearances but other than that you made up excuses as to why you couldn't hang out,

"I'm visiting family," "I'm having an old friend over," and "I'm spending time with my mum," Every excuse you could think of was being used so you wouldn't have to be surrounded by airheads all weekend long. Instead, you'd stay home and prepare yourself for exams or do any homework that you had due.

Tonight however, you were going to be cramming for the exam that was being held next week. You were determined to pass it with flying colours if it meant you got to go on and do your bachelor's degree.

Yoongi patted down the stairs of the Log cabin - which was more of a mansion than a cabin since there were over 20 rooms inside of the place. The thunderstorm had stopped him from falling asleep...Or rather, that was what he had convinced himself off but in reality he just couldn't sleep. The whole concert was starting to bug him out and he was worrying that he wouldn't get his solo right and fuck everything up for the college.

Not only would he be letting the college down but he would be performing in front of thousands of people tomorrow, he needed to have a clear mind if he was going to be able to do it right.

Of course, it wasn't just him there were all of the other people in the college band as well as the cheerleaders that were going to be performing. Not that he was particularly looking forward to that since it meant he was going to have to watch you. You and your stupid preppy friends are all giggling and being cute all of the time and it was disgusting. Wait...Did he think you were cute?

Not cute.

Annoying. Evil. The she-devil.

God, he hated you. Not just in the "I hate you because I secretly have a crush on you" way either. No, he hated you with every fibre of his being. The mere thought of you made all of the hairs on his body stand up and the idea of being anywhere near you made his skin crawl and his stomach churn. It was always the stupid little comments that would come from you and your friends, the way that you would spit out mean comments at him. Or the fact that one time you'd seen him getting beat up and didn't do a single thing about it.

Once upon a time the two of you had been friends, both of you were huge nerds in high school and in the school band but times had changed and so had you. For the worst that was.

He stopped when he reached the bottom of the stairs and stared over at one of the tables that were in the kitchen. As fate would have it there you were and yet he didn't feel his blood boiling the way that it usually would.

No. You were just sitting there, your eyes fixed down on something on the table with glasses on your face and the sight alone made his spine tingle.

Glasses on your face.

Fuck, he hadn't seen them on you since the last time you were in high school together. As he moved closer he could still see the ghost washi-tape he had used to fix one of the legs that he'd broken. He'd sat on them by accident one day after he'd been shoved into his chair while defending you from a bully.

"Look what the cat dragged in," He smirked, sitting down on the opposite side of the table and staring at you. If you weren't alone he wouldn't have bothered coming over but when you were completely alone and looking like your old self, you felt less intimidating to speak to.

"Don't talk to me, someone might think we're friends." You snapped bitterly before staring at him and remembering that no one was around. It wouldn't be too bad if you spoke to him now, it wasn't as though anyone was going to see and put two and two together that the two of you had once been best friends. You stared back down at the papers in front of you, sighing as you glasses began to slide down your nose it was the only problem with them and one of the reasons you'd switched to contacts in the first place.

"I forgot my contacts," You grumbled at him, staring up at him and pushing the glasses up your face as he let out a small smile which he quickly hid from your view. It was rather cute that you always had to push your glasses up your nose,

"I don't remember asking," Yoongi mumbled while drinking in your appearance. He'd been wondering about why you never wore them anymore but he was never going to ask you about it outloud. He had no reason to.

It wasn't any of his business about what you did and didn't do anymore but it was warming to see you wearing them after all of this time. It was nice to see the real you actually. To see you studying so openly and happily since it had always been something you liked to do.

"I don't remember caring for your opinion," Silence filled the air and you went back to studying from the book, Yoongi read it upside down and narrowed his eyes at the book. He didn't know you were taking that class and he very much doubted any of your friends knew either since they'd probably all laugh at you for it.

"What are you doing up so late anyway?" He questioned, leaning on the table to try and read some of the notes you had written in the pages of the book. It was just like you to have little notes scribbled in pink ink to remind you if you needed to work extra on a certain part or not. It was the same thing for Yoongi but he would do it in green.

"I couldn't sleep in that bedroom," You admitted before highlighting a section in the book and writing it down on a pad in front of you.

"You mean you couldn't sleep in that bed." Yoongi mumbled before you stared up at him, you hated the fact that he knew that about you. It had been something you'd told him in confidence years ago.

"Don't act as if you know me." You ordered before he smirked. It was clear that he was getting under your skin and he loved it. It wasn't often that he got to do this and he was going to relish the moment for as long as he could.

"We both know I know you better than yourself," You rolled your eyes at the statement. He knew the old you, he knew nothing about the new you and he had no chance of getting to know you either.

"You don't know anything." You grumbled, staring down at the book and trying to concentrate again but it was hard when he was staring at you.

It would be a lie if you said he wasn't attractive but Yoongi had always been considered attractive to you. Even in high school when he was too skinny and wore clothes that didn't suit him.

But now, he was almost a man and dressed in a style that suited him perfectly. He was also built really well and had a jawline that looked as though it was carved by Michelangelo himself. Not that you would ever tell him that.

"So I don't know that you can't sleep anywhere without that stupid little blue blanket you had as a baby...That's so filled with holes it's more of a piece of fabric than a blanket." He told you before you stared back at him, staying completely silent and still as a smirk planted itself on his face.

"Or that you couldn't sleep in the same room as anyone," He leant closer to you from across the table and your heart began to pick up in speed.

"Anyone that is except for me that is," You slammed your highlighter down on the table, completely surprised it hadn't just popped and spurted ink all over the place. You didn't particularly want to sit here and reminisce on all of the old things the two of you used to do together,

It was all in the past.

Just because the two of you used to be inseparable didn't mean he knew everything about you anymore. Time has passed and people change.

"What do you want Yoongi?" You grumbled, running your hands over your face as you tried to get him to leave you as soon as possible but Yoongi didn't want to.

Seeing you like this just reminded him of all of the old times you would hang out together when neither of you could sleep. Sneaking out to the old treehouse where the two of you would study together until you eventually fell asleep resting on the other.

"I can't sleep." He shrugged his shoulders, sliding your book in front of him and reading through the notes you had been leaving for yourself but you didn't protest. You just accept it, it felt kind of nice to speak to someone that wasn't asking you about makeup or if they should dye their hair.

"You never can," You mumbled, just watching him closely until he slid the book back to you and you continued on with your studying.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence and you worked through the book while Yoongi just watched you. He missed this, just sitting with you without you being rude or mean to him about anything and just being able to watch you. He used to do this whenever you would study together, just watch you for hours. Completely fascinated by your way of studying for exams.

"I missed this old you." He suddenly said without thinking, the words tumbling out of his mouth in a mess of words. You didn't look up at him but your whole body tensed up at the idea of being the "old you" you never wanted to go back to that again.

"Shut up. There is no old me," You grumbled before Yoongi smirked to himself. It was clear you had done everything you could to change every piece of you from the past but you were still there.

Yoongi could still see the real you shine through everything that you did, it was just that everyone else around you was too blind - or too dumb - to see it. It happened a lot in the way that you could laugh at something. Suddenly snorting in the middle of laughter but covering it up with a cough as you tried to play it as though nothing had happened.

"I see I hit a nerve." He chuckled out before you stared up at him, your eyes meeting his as you stared back at him. It was wrong to snap at him but he didn't need to do this. He didn't need to bring up the past when you'd worked so hard in life to hide it.

"Seriously, what do you want?" You asked bitterly this time, you were too tired and too stressed to go through all of this right now.

"I told you, I couldn't sleep."

"So you decided to bother me?" You questioned, pointing around before telling him,

"There are so many other places you could have gone but you wanted to sit here?" But Yoongi just stared back at you and shrugged his shoulders without a care in the world.

"No, I decided that I wanted to sit down here. It's a free country," You stared back at him and rolled your eyes at him, of course, he was going to act this way.

"You decided that instead of ignoring me like you usually did you wanted to be fucking annoying," The usual snapping of your words didn't hurt him this time since you were surrounded by a gaggle of girls all laughing and pointing at him,.

"You're less threatening when you're not in front of the crowds of cheerleaders and jocks." You smirked a little before wiping it away and shaking your head at him,

"And you're more annoying when you're not with the dumb band," The two of you stared at one another in silence before he let out a small sigh.

"Look...I'm sorry...Truce?" He held out his hand for you to take and you stared at it, debating for a second on whether or not to take it but you did and shook it.

"Truce." You whispered, looking at the book and back up to him, both of you smiling at one another.

"I've missed you too by the way." You admitted before going back to studying and pretending you hadn't said a word to him.

After a while of studying, the two of you were finally getting back into your old swing, both of you bantering back and forth with one another without another care in the world. You were sitting on the same side of the table, talking about all of the old times you used to have together,

"I'm telling you, you should see Holly now. He can roll over and play dead," You giggled at the mention of his dog, you missed him more than anything in the world.

"I miss him, I always used to sneak treats around so he would like me more than you." You admitted while laughing. You'd been there when Yoongi had adopted Holly and it had been one of the happiest moments in his life.

"He probably still likes you more than me," Yoongi laughed before throwing some popcorn into his mouth as you shook your head, there was no way he did. Holly hadn't seen you in so long, you had doubts he remembered you and if he did he hated you for never coming back.

"Nah, I haven't been around in what...Four years? He probably hates me just as much as you do." You laughed softly but Yoongi just stared at you, maybe he did hate you for what you portrayed yourself to be but right now...You were being yourself, the real you. Not the mask you put on for everyone else." You swallowed the lump in your throat but your entire throat was dry at the sudden confession coming from him.

"I don't hate you. I hate what you've become." The two of you stared at one another in silence, suddenly you slowly realised how close you were to his face.

"What?" You questioned suddenly, wondering what he could have meant by that.

"You paint yourself to be this mean and dumb cheerleader but we both know you're smarter than all of them put together," That was true. You'd seen some of their grades and you had to wonder how any of them were still in college when they were averaging F's and D's all of the time.

"Yoongi..." You trialled off slowly, you didn't know where this was going to go but you didn't want him to be mean to those you considered "friends."

"I mean it. I don't understand why you hide who you were." You stared at him and shook your head,

"Because she was an idiot, she was bullied and she was ugly," You told him simply but Yoongi stopped you as he put his hand on top of yours. There was no way he was going to let you talk down about yourself like this.

"You could never be ugly," He whispered to you, your heart was practically ready to hand itself over to Yoongi and you hated it. You'd worked so hard to stop the crush you'd had on him for years and now all of a sudden it was coming back.

"Please, I didn't have lines of people asking me out back then, I do now. Which proves I was ugly back then." You tried to pull your hand away from Yoongi but he tightened his hold on you.

"Because people didn't want to look past the glasses and the nerdy things you'd do. They didn't see that you were in fact beautiful and kind...Funny...Perfect with everything that you did. Fuck, you looked more beautiful than anyone in our school." Yoongi said,

"What?" Your eyes locked onto his, tears beginning to build up in your eyes as you heard all of this coming from him.

"I mean it! No one could hold a candle to your beauty and no one ever will. Shit, Yn! How do you not see it? I had the biggest crush on you in the world and you never once-" He stopped when you kissed him.

You were kissing him...Actually kissing him. His lips were touching yours and yet he was standing still like a wall with his eyes open. Fuck...He'd forgotten how to kiss...How to breathe.

Humming softly he sighed and wrapped his arms around you tightly, bringing you closer to him as your lips began to move in time with one another.

His hands moved to your waist to steady you a little, the kiss was making your heart pound against your chest and there was a warm feeling settling inside of your stomach. Yoongi smiled against your lips a little as he pulled you closer to him, your thighs touching his as you tried to make out on the uncomfortable seat. You tried to move closer, moving the table a little until a glass fell onto the floor but neither of you stopped the intense make-out session you were having. It was far too much to stop, with his lips on yours, you felt complete.

Everything he had said to you had made you so warm inside you could hardly believe that he'd had a crush on you in school when it had been you with the crush on him back then.

"I heard something and Yn is missing! What if she got murdered!" You heard someone scream dramatically before you darted away from Yoongi, Jennifer's voice was hard to miss.

"Glasses," He whispered to you as you quickly pulled them off and he put them onto his face, squinting a little as he tried to adjust to how awful your eyesight truly was. Then you looked at him and up at the stairs, it was only going to cause more trouble if they saw you together and they'd start on him which was the last thing you wanted.

"How can you even see with these?" He grunted before you hid under the table, sitting between his legs as he looked down at the book, pretending that he had been alone.

"It's just Yoongi. Hey, have you seen Yn?" You heard Chris ask, one of the jocks that had the big game tomorrow. He should have been sleeping if it meant he was going to play well. Yoongi glanced over at him - or what he thought was him. It was kind of hard when your glasses made him see double of everything.

"No. Why? Did you lose her?" He smirked trying to play into a confident persona. Yoongi wasn't exactly a shy type, in fact, he acted like most jocks but because he wasn't on a sports team it was always seen as him being sarcastic and cocky in a bad way.

"I told you, she probably went for a walk. Especially if she saw her stalker here," Chris mumbled which made you frown at the mention of it. Stalker?

"Stalker?" Yoongi quizzed, freezing a little when he felt you place your hand on his thigh as a silent sign of encouragement that it was okay.

"Yeah, you're always following her around like a fucking creep. Not to mention I've seen you looking at her during our routines," Jennifer quipped before giggling loudly. God, it was like nails on a chalkboard.

"You have a crush on her or something?" Chris asked but Yoongi didn't say anything to him, he just mumbled under his breath,

"Something like that," Butterflies set off inside of your stomach and you gently squeezed his thigh to send a sign that you reciprocated his feelings.

"We should go back to bed, I'm sure Yn, will show up," Chris said as you heard him slowly going up the stairs again, the creaking of the steps letting you know that you could almost come out from the table. You slipped a little and your slippers slid out from under the table and into full view of Jennifer.

"Weird." Your friend said and you completely froze in place, a little scared she had seen you cuddling into Yoongi's legs and holding onto him for dear life.

"Yn has a pair of slippers just like those," She said before pointing to your slippers that were by the table. Yoongi stared down at them and back up at Jennifer, it was clear that you didn't want her to know you were under the table.

"Maybe she left them when she went for a walk. Can we go to sleep now? If she's not in your shared room it means we can bang." Chris said before your "friend" ran off without a single second thought about you making you groan. There was no way on this planet that you were going to go back to that room tonight or any time soon.

Yoongi held out his hand for you to take while you crawled out from under the table and stared up at him. You didn't know if you were supposed to bring up the crushing comment but you sure as hell weren't going to let it go anytime soon.

"So you have a crush on me?" You smirked before he rolled his eyes at you, your hands linking with one another. Yoongi squeezed your hand a little as he grinned,

"Not the fake you...The real you," He declared before you leant forward to give him another kiss. Both of you failing to notice that you weren't actually alone.

The next morning when Yoongi walked down the stairs he saw a group of people all standing around in the living area of the cabin. Everyone was screaming and cheering about something and he frowned wondering what everyone could have been talking about so early in the morning.

"You have to tell us what it was like! I bet it was like kissing a brick wall!" Someone screamed before everyone else began to join in, everyone adding comments about gross kisses. Yoongi stepped closer to his friends who gave him a sympathetic smile,

"Guys!" You hissed out and Yoongi froze as he heard you coming from the centre of the group of people, what were you doing? Had you decided to just tell everyone about the kiss and laugh about it?

"Did he just grab you and start making out with you? What a fucking creep." Jennifer giggled, your blood was boiling at the thought of her doing this.

"Yoongi the creep!" Someone boomed out before an arm was wrapped around Yoongi shoulder, all eyes were suddenly on him and you were staring at him with widened eyes. This had nothing to do with you, you'd come downstairs to get ready for the cheerleading practice when you heard Jennifer talking to someone about a kiss she'd seen and everything spiralled since. But you knew Yoongi was going to think all of this was because of you,

"Yoongi..." You trialled off as he stared at you, shaking his head as his eyes filled with rage. You'd never seen him this angry, even when you accidentally spilt coke-a-cola all over his Pokémon cards.

"I guess this is a lesson in not trusting people, right? Because some people never change." Yoongi spat at you, you shoved away from Jennifer who was giggling a little. Everyone began to tease Yoongi at the idea of him getting mad at you for something and you drowned them all out. None of them should have been involved in this in the first place.

"Yoongi...Please." You begged, walking over to him and trying to grab his hand but he snatched it away from you and stared down into your eyes.

"What? Are you going to tell me it wasn't you? Please, that excuse is worst thing in the world." He barked at you before you shook your head, tears building up in your eyes as you tried to tell him that this had nothing to do with you.

"Yoongi! Please, don't! I didn't do this! I came down-"

"Actually, no. You know what," He smirked moving closer to you, your heart gave out for a second as you thought that maybe that maybe he would listen to you and believe you hadn't been behind any of this.

"I didn't do this," You argued with him. God, you'd woken up that morning with the intent of this being your last day as a cheerleader. You wanted to go back to studying and even being in band. Yoongi sighed as he ran his hand over your cheek, you relaxed into it a little. His thumb gently ran across your cheekbone and you smiled a little.

"Thank you...I-I know its hard for you to trust me but I didn't do this-" But Yoongi smirked down at you and you hated it. It wasn't a cute and playful smirk but something evil and twisted.

"The worst thing in this world is you." He whispered before pulling away from you leaving you completely alone as people stared at you. All of them were a little shocked to see you begging for Yoongi to take you seriously. Even Jennifer had shut up with her small and immature comments.

"You're so fucking concerned about what everyone will think about you that you put on a mask and pray that no one will see it. You don't want them to know you the truth about you," By now everyone was gathering around to listen to what he was saying, phones were being pulled out to record you both.

"You don't want them to know that you're pathetic loser." You stared back at him, tears running down your cheeks as he smirked back at you. He slowly leant closer until he was able to whisper in your ear.

"I wish we'd never met. It would have saved us both a lot of grief."

Once he was gone people stared over at you looking pretty confused,

"What was he talking about?" Jennifer laughed before coming closer to you. You stared up at her and the idea of pretending to be something you weren't was killing you. All of this was for nothing, after what Yoongi had said to you last time you were ready to give up cheerleading and go back to the "real you".

"Did you know him before college?" Jennifer asked, looking at the door as Yoongi slammed it harshly behind him. Your eyes watched him through the glass as he got into his car,

"Yes." You mumbled,

"Oh...How did you two know each other?" Jennifer's tone was condescending and you knew she was trying to get answers out of you so that she could use them against you in the future.

"Because I was in band with him," You answered plainly, moving out of her arm and shaking your head at her. None of this was worth it anymore.

"Yeah, right." She laughed loudly making everyone join in with her and you scoffed at them all.

"I was. I'm also on top of everyone in our college. I have the highest ranking GPA score and I happen to be taking more classes than the average student because I can't stand to be around any of you." You snapped at her, suddenly having enough of everything going on. None of this was worth the hassle if you didn't have Yoongi around. Yoongi was the one thing that kept you grounded without you even knowing it and he made you realise that you didn't need to be fake to be liked.

"You're all so dumb and pathetic, you think that if you look great and act a certain way life will lay itself out for you but it won't," You laughed dryly before shaking your head at them. The band members were all watching you with giant smiles on their faces and the main drum player was smirking a little as you finally snapped.

"You'll be sitting around looking pretty until a certain age and all you'll be left with is a bunch of dumb trophies and medals." You grabbed your bag from the floor and stormed out of the cabin. You'd brought your own car and you sure as hell weren't going to be staying around any time soon.

The weekend had come and gone with no response from Yoongi, you'd tried calling him, texting him and even shown up at his dorms but there was no response from him. The library on Monday morning was your last resort if you had any chance of finding him.

"Hey Leigh?" You asked as you walked into the library on Monday morning to see her behind the counter, her glasses pushed up on her face and earphones in but she saw you and took one out.

"Any sign of Yoongi?" You'd text her over the weekend to let you know if he'd shown up here but so far no one had heard from him.

"Back room, but you didn't get it from me." She smirked before walking out and putting a do not disturb sign up on the door. She was one of the biggest supporters of you and Yoongi fixing this shit that had happened between you.

The clip of you yelling and screaming at everyone on Friday had gone viral and everyone seemed to be supporting you being yourself and doing whatever you want before you liked it.

"Leigh, I told you I didn't want to be bothered-" Yoongi stopped speaking when he noticed it wasn't the librarian and he didn't move for a couple of seconds. At first, he thought it was some kind of dream that you were standing there but he knew it wasn't because he'd already dreamt of you this morning.

Yet here you were standing in front of him wearing your glasses and clothes that weren't the dumb uniform you always wore. It was a nice change of pace and he looked you up and down,

"Where's your uniform?"

"I don't know, I gave it back on Friday." You mumbled, sitting down at one of the tables as he stared at you. He didn't know if he was supposed to congratulate you on that or give you some kind of snarky remark,

"Gave it back?" He quizzed, standing at the edge of the table and looking down at you. You slowly looked up at him and shrugged nonchalantly.

"I quit."

"You quit? Why?" Yoongi knew why, he'd seen the clips and heard the stories from a lot of the band members.

"Because I decided that being the fake me was no longer working...T-That someone liked me for who I really was." Yoongi bit down on his tongue to try and hide the smirk that was threatening to spread onto his lips.

"Hmm, who? I wouldn't have thought you'd fucked everyone over by now." You hated that he was being like this but you completely understood where it was all coming from, everything he would say to you would be completely justified and you would understand if he never wanted to talk to you again.

"Yoongi please...I didn't do that on Friday! I came down and Jennifier was talking about how she saw someone kiss and I asked who...I was trying to get them to stop." You explained quickly and even though Yoongi knew all of this he wanted to hear you ramble cutely the way that you did,

"I believe you," He said with a small smile.

"I get that you don't trust me but I need you to- Wait, you do?" You stared back at him, hope in your eyes as he nodded down at you and smiled. Of course, he did.

"Yeah...I asked one of the clarinet players after I got back," He sighs a little, maybe ignoring you all weekend was a little bit mean but to him it seemed pretty much payback for everything you'd done over the last few years...That and it gave him a clear space to think about everything.

"So you've been avoiding me all weekend...For nothing?"

"I wanted to torture you just a little....as payback for all of these years." He teased, leaning down so that your faces were almost touching, you pouted up at him.

"I hate you." You lied, a smirk took over his lips as he shook his head at you. The two of you knew that you didn't hate him,

"No, you don't."

"No...I don't." You mumbled as he looked down at you, slowly bending down to kiss you as you let out a happy sigh, your arms wrapping around the back of his neck.

"Now will you help me study? I couldn't do it all weekend because I was too focused on trying to find you," You mumbled before he sat down with you to study, nudging you softly before he pulled you as close as he could to his body.

Tagline: @millenniumspec @chiisaiblog @rjdy-367 @rjsmochii @tinyoonsblog @sw33tnight @taestannie @sstarryoong @cherrybubblesandvodka @army24--7 @acciocriativity @mitzwinchester @heyjiminnie @kimahnjung98 @halesandy @jin-from-the-block @aerastus @namjooningelsewhere @ratherbfangirling @psychosupernatural @afternoonteabiscuit @lyoongx @periandernyx @heeseunger24 @laylasbunbunny @jeonsorchid

#bts #bts x reader #bts imagine #bts imagines #min yoongi #yoongi #yoongi x reader #yoongi imagine #yoongi imagines #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi imagine #min yoongi imagines #suga #suga x reader #suga imagine #suga imagines

303 notes · View notes

kooktrash · 1 year

Note

Am I evil for wanting a drabble where Jieun finds them mid act🙈

I’m not taking requests for GUYS MY AGE anymore but imagine this:

It’s the last weekend before Y/n and Jieun have to be moving their things back to campus… Jieun and Yoongi are going back and forth getting her things moved in first while Y/n packs up as slowly as possible. Jungkook comes in behind you as you’re in the bathroom cleaning out your things. He puts an arm around your waist, turning you to face him and just like that picks you up on the sink.

Things escalate from there, Jungkook constantly telling you, “Give me a kiss so I don’t forget what you taste like.”

And you’re like, “So are you saying you won’t visit me?” But it’s all in teasing and he’s kissing your jaw softly saying, “If I could be there every weekend I would.”

Jieun had come back while Yoongi waited for her in the car because she forgot something. She definitely walks by the bathroom where Jungkook had left it open and she gets a good peak of

Y/n and Jungkook making out on the sink counter with his hands roaming all over your body, groping you as you cling to him.

“OH MY GOD.”

“OH MY GOD?” I don’t think she’ll be like angry upset but I def think Jieun will be like “WHAT THE FUCK 🤯” and when you and Jungkook pull away in complete dead she runs down the stairs “YOONGI. Y/N AND MY DAD! YOOOONNNNNGIIIIII”

but anyways I think she’ll be upset but like not surprised? Jieun is very familiar with Y/n’s antics and I think if anything Jieun will be like “can’t believe you fucked my dad. #disappointedbutnotsurprised”

and I can explain why. 1, Jieun wasn’t that close with Jungkook after divorce. not until she visited him during the summer so Y/n could join. 2, Y/n always made jokes about Jieun’s so she at least knew Y/n thought he was hot. 3, JIEUN LITERALLY LEFT Y/N ALONE WITH HER YOUNG DAD ALL THE TIME. 4, getting close with him again made Jieun realize that her mom really was the only person in the wrong.

I Don’t think she’ll be happy but I also don’t think she’d be like HOW COULD YOU? she’d be mad at Jungkook for like a month and Y/n for like a week [theyre roomies so hard to ignore] and like she’s accepting bc Yoongi’s like:

“At least your dad’s getting some.” “YOONGI” “But it’s true!”

#jeon jungkook #guys my age

107 notes · View notes

5and3nevermind · 3 months

Note

Hi, you mentioned in a recent post that you see Jin as Yoonmin’s No. 1 supporter. I would love to hear more. When you have time, will you share some moments that drew you to that conclusion? I see Jin’s support so often but feel like I don’t have a sense of how deep it truly is.

(I miss Jin so much!)

It’s funny because even though Jin has been the source of some interesting yoonmin moments (“he wants to hold your hand because he likes you,” “are those couples hats?,” the concert heart event, including “Min Yoongi” in a poem for Jimin, etc), my main reason for choosing Jin has to do with his friendship with Yoongi.

Jin and Yoongi have very different personalities, yet they were roommates for years and both of them speak so fondly about that experience. I think they have a really great understanding. And we can’t forget that Jin is Yoongi’s only hyung within the group.

(Can I just pause to say that Jin seems like a Zero Drama guy, and I love that about him? He’s so calm and even. A dream roommate!)

I imagine that Jin knows an awful lot about Yoongi and about yoonmin. He gives us these little hints, but they are never too revealing, never enough to make his extremely private roomie uncomfortable. Ok, maybe just a tiny bit uncomfortable…a fun/teasing amount of uncomfortable.

I think Jin is the type of person who wants other people to be happy and isn’t too hung up on the challenges or possible consequences of there being a couple (?) within the group.

All of that said, it was difficult to choose since I think all of the members are supportive, but for some reason Jin stood out in my mind.

Thanks for the question!

#yoonmin #ask #seokjin

9 notes · View notes

bonvoyagenoona · 2 years

Text

Party Favors | A BTS Collection

Ready for a big ol’ Bangtan party? Join hosts and roomies @mochilatae and @bonvoyagenoona in our apartment for sexy, funny, sweet parties with your 7 faves. No schedule, no structure, no rules — we just party when we feel like it! Reblog or comment on this post if you’d like to be put on the invite list, and we’ll let you know when the next party starts!

- The Roomies

Regret (What You Did, Not What You Didn’t) by @mochilatae

You and Namjoon are best friends. A party, graduation night, changes that in 3... 2... 1...

The Type by @mochilatae

You love a good costume party, but Namjoon’s costume comes with a whole host of surprises when he gets really into his ‘choice’.

Get a Grip by @mochilatae

Jin is too uptight for a party at his own place. Maybe he didn’t suggest it, but you’re going to help him relax…

Just Desserts by @mochilatae

Jin always manages to be there when you need him. Just like tonight, when he saved your dinner party by making the whole meal. To repay him you have an idea... but so does he.

(Expect) the Unexpected by @mochilatae

You planned a great party with your friends. What you didn’t plan was Yoongi…

Wallflowers by @bonvoyagenoona

Yoongi needs a plus one. And you happen to be free.

🔒

Blackout by @bonvoyagenoona

You’ve just been laid off, and all you want to do is eat some dinner, curl into bed, and forget. Unfortunately, the neighborhood block party is tonight, and the festivities turn downright chaotic when the entire city loses power. Don’t fret, though. Jungkook will help take your mind off things for a while.

Enjoy the party!

213 notes · View notes

kithtaehyung · 11 days

Note

dare i say more for roomie yoongi

#YUP WE’RE STARTING IT #💥💥💥#🐱💍#asks:???#*ryenfictalk #mailbox💌

83 notes · View notes

kookieswan · 2 years

Text

Shades of Us - Strawberry 🍓

Poly!Namgi x Reader (f)

Word Count: 2.1k

Genre: Poly, College!AU, Fluff, Humor (semi-crack), Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Frenemies to Lovers, Namjoon is a menace, Yoongi’s sleep deprived and scared, MC is still going with the flow.

Summary: Going out for a late night shopping trip, you didn’t expect to scare off old ladies or fight vacuums, but here you are with your two weirdo roommates.

Notes: The fourth part of SoU, time for some shopping! Hope you all enjoy it and sorry for the long wait!!!

Part of the Shades of Us Series!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I’m unsure if this is actually a good idea. Something tells me we might leave the store without much accomplished.” It had seemed like a good plan really. Go out together, get some food, make a night out of it. And you would still think that if Yoongi didn’t look like he was about to maul someone, Namjoon smiling with bags under his eyes. You don’t want to admit you feel just as tired as both of the men look.

“Everything is fine roomie! Yoongi’s excited, right?” You’re all currently walking toward the store from the car, Yoongi having graciously drove you over from the apartment. Yoongi blinks once, twice, before looking up at Namjoon with the most unenthused expression you’ve ever seen him make. His mouth morphs into a snarled smile before he speaks, words sarcastic and but lacking bite.

“Jumping with fucking joy as we speak.” It makes you snort, the doors to the store opening automatically in front of you. Checking your phone quickly, you see that its now 10:13PM, the perfect time to shop. Namjoon marches past the two of you, voice loud and excited as he pushes forward.

“See? Now let me grab a cart and we can get started!” He practically runs in, you and Yoon dragging your feet to meet up with him. He already has a cart read to go by the time you fully enter the store, eyes bright like a child in a cand store… which, you suppose he is at the moment. Shuffling over to Joon, you lean against the cart as he blinks down at you, looking slightly confused.

“Where did Yoongi go? He’s so teeny, he couldn’t have made it very far.” You’re about to say that he’s right behind you, but when you turn, it becomes pretty evident that no, he isn’t. Looking around, you don’t see him anywhere, so you just shrug and grunt. He’s a big boy, he can handle himself in the big scary store. The closest section to the entrance is the bakery, so you start to tug the cart that way, Namjoon diligently pushing it from behind you. Both of you nearly jump out of your skin as Yoongi comes nearly running out of a random isle, something small and pink clutched in his large hands.

“Where did you go…?” Glancing around him, you see that down the isle had some random items advertised for a sale. He holds up the bottle like its something special, a trophy he won as you and Namjoon stare at him questioningly. Its interesting how such an intimidating man can also look like the most adorable cutie in the world just by holding up some syrup.

“I want strawberry milk and there’s syrup on sale. It’s my favorite and if anyone touches it, I’ll eat them.” He gives a glare that’s supposed to look menacing, but he actually just looks adorable. Namjoon pokes his cheek as Yoongi attempts to swipe his hand away, and at this moment you’re very thankful that there aren’t many people around because its way to easy for these two to cause a scene.

“… That’s not the threat you think it is cutie pie.” Yoongi very pointedly ignores Namjoon, cheeks slowly heating up to resemble the pink syrup he tosses into the cart. You raise an eyebrow because what the hell, you want strawberry milk too. Maybe…

“Mmh, strawberry milk actually sounds yummy, I love strawberry.” Yoongi mutters out something about letting you have some, making you smile a small smile. Continuing to walk forward, you start to collect some of the items of food you need. Namjoon runs off this time, leaving you and Yoongi to go grab a loaf of bread and some dinner rolls. Het lets you pick out whatever you want, not caring much as Namjoon rounds the corner holding up a box with a big, dimpled smile.

“… What the fuck are those.” It’s becoming clear pretty clear that these two aren’t going to be much help when it comes to meal planning in the future if it’s not done beforehand, not unless you want twinkies covered in syrup. Joon waves the box around before tapping it lightly against Yoongi’s fluffy head.

“These, adorable dumpling man, are dingdongs and they are delicious.” Yoongi rips the box out of Namjoon’s hands, pausing to look at it for a second. The echo that comes forth from Yoongi smacking Namjoon’s chest with the box is surprisingly loud, loud enough that the old lady that had wandered into the isle stares at all of you in thinly veiled disgust.

“You’re a fucking dongdong.” Joon just smiles his pretty dimpled smile as you continue on your way, gathering things that you think you might need for meals. You grab most of the things in the produce section, vegetables and fruits and Yoongi continues to insist that he’s not picky, Namjoon just saying that hell eat anything but celery because fuck celery. Alright.

It’s not long before you’re wandering down the more central isles, picking up smaller ingredients that might be needed for certain dishes and avoiding any living person that isn’t Yoon or Joon. After grabbing a bag of rice, you find yourself and the boys in an isle filled with canned goods and quick meals mostly, but also sauces that could be used for different sorts of Italian dishes. Motioning for them to listen, you ask for their opinion about certain dishes.

“How do you feel about ravioli?” What can you say, you’re an absolute whore for anything involving pasta. Yoongi nods his head almost excitedly as Namjoon continues to stare at the different choices of pasta sauce, completely transfixed by the fact that there’s so many. His voice comes out so seriously, voice deadpan as he observes the red liquid.

“I fuck with Chef Boyardee.” So, Namjoon has choses violence it seems. Yoongi actually giggles at that, mostly surprised by the statement but also just as concerned as you are. Its at this point that you know he’s tired as hell if he’s giggling at Namjoon’s familiar but still odd antics.

“… And I fuck with you never saying something as horrid as that ever again in your life.” Joon sighs and looks between the two of you before gesturing to the sauce, eyebrows raised and eyes wide. He actually looks like he might be tearing up because of course, pasta sauce has that effect on everyone, right?

“Look, I can’t cook so I had to make do with what was given to me. Anything canned is usually fine, and I’ll admit that I’ve spent most of my college years eating just cereal or toast.” The thought makes you cringe, knowing very well from limited experience that Joon really can’t cook for shit. You’ll have to make him some decent meals, and you know that Yoongi will help you if you ask him nicely.

Grabbing some sauce, you gather a few other things in the isle before wandering out with they boys. You grab some snack items like chips, necessities like milk and butter, and then make your way to the frozen section to pick up some quick meals. Wandering by the ice cream and frozen snacks, Namjoon cheers excitedly as he flings the freezer door open and pulls out a large-ish box.

“A whole ice cream cake Namjoon? Really? I’m starting to become a tiny bit concerned about your eating habits buddy.” It’s quickly dawning on you that almost everything you’ve got outside of meal specific things has been questionable to an extent. But hey, at least it’s helping you figure out the kinds of food they like to eat, which mostly seems to be completely fucking random.

“It’s strawberry! Both of you tiny little things like strawberry, right sweetheart?” Nodding and very purposely not looking into Namjoon’s eyes, you watch as Yoongi begrudgingly nods as well. That’s all Namjoon needs to set the cake in the cart, pat your head, and then start up on his way again. A menace, he’s a damn menace and he doesn’t even know it.

The menace mentions something about wanting to grab some juice before you all leave, and so you allow him to run off again. You grab some soda for upcoming movie nights, not noticing that Yoongi has gone rigid beside you at first. Glancing over to him, you pause as he steps back a few paces, as something mechanical moves toward you.

“What the fuck is that?!” Its beeping, slowly moving toward you at a rate that isn’t even close to menacing. That doesn’t stop Yoongi from clutching your arm, trying to hide behind you as the machine gets closer. Its hard not to laugh at his actions, but you school yourself a squeeze his arm in return for some form of comfort. You try your best to explain it to him, making sound non-threatening.

“… It’s an automatic vacuum. Like a rumba but bigger I think.” You’ve seen them here before, but most of the time they’re usually turned off or not moving toward you. It’s a little uncanny you suppose, something new and completely unfamiliar moving toward you. However, you can’t say that you’re scared of it quite like Yoongi seems to be.

“And I fucking hate it with every fiber of my being. It’s creeping me the fuck out, like what the fuck-” Namjoon’s rounding the corner as the words leave Yoongi’s lips, multiple bottles of juice balanced in his large arms. He runs into the oversized vacuum, not having noticed it, nearly knocking the damn thing over with his enormous body. The blush that washes over his cheeks is cute, mumbling out small ‘sorrys’ to the thing like it actually has feelings or something.

“So uh, I think were all good to check out guys! Heh…” Namjoon sets the juice in the back of the cart, rubbing his head a s Yoongi continues to stare at him with an unreadable expression. Maybe he’s blown away that Namjoon saved him from the scary vacuum monster. They both really need to stop being so endearing.

Yoongi grabs the cart and quickly pushes it past the machine, nearly running to get the fuck out of the isle. You and Joon trail behind him, Joon rubbing his arm in the place that he bumped into the dumb thing. Not being able to stop yourself, you poke at it and he pouts, flicking your finger away as you giggle. Yoongi pushes the cart into self-checkout lane, and you all work together to quickly get everything scanned. It was agreed on earlier that you’d all toss some money together for the groceries as it would be easier then trying to figure things out separately.

“Look at that! We spent a little under our budget. Good job picking stuff out guys.” It’s a little troubling to you, just how handsome Namjoon looks to you right now. Big smile, messy hair, glasses perched on his pretty nose. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think that Yoongi was feeling the same thing, eyes slightly widened as he glances at the taller man, looking just as handsome Clearing your throat, you start pushing the cart toward the door.

“We all set to head home then? I think we got everything we need for now. If not, we can just go out again sometime this week and get what we need.” You agree that everything’s good to go, glad that the long day is over, but also glad that you got to spend some time with the guys. Its amazing to you how well you get along with both of them and living together is looking to be one of the greatest decisions you’ve made.

“Yes, because I’m fucking exhausted and plan on sleeping for at least a year.” Poor Yoongi’s dragging his feet beside you, practically sleepwalking as he stumbles. He doesn’t even flinch as Namjoon slides an arm around his shoulder, gently pulling the smaller man along toward the car with a fond smile. You’re all overly tired at this point and getting some nice sleep sounds like the best thing in the world right now.

“Alright, I’ll drive then cutie. You two help me get everything loaded in and then rest up and I’ll have us home in no time.”

#shades of us #namgi poly #namgi x reader poly au #namjoon x you #namjoon x reader #namjoon fluff #namjoon x y/n #yoongi x y/n #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #yoongi fluff #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #bts fluff #bts college au

151 notes · View notes