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luxora · 2 years

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BTS -> {University AU} -> Falling for a good girl

Requested: No

Group: BTS

Genre: Fluff. Angst. Smut

Warning: Swearing. Smoking. Drinking. Some blood. Nsfw.

A/N: Bad Boy BTS. And...uh...I apologize for the smut in advance (Hiding)

Jin

Seokjin cocked his head and grinned, his eyes taking in the details of your side profile as you continued to read from your book, not taking notice of his staring.

“I’m not your book Jinnie.” You suddenly aid, turning the page of your book without looking at him. Clearly you had taken notice of his staring, him hardly hiding it as he was doing it so blatantly. He smiled and shrugged, leaning back into the chair while still staring at you.

“Obviously not, you’re way more interesting to me than some stupid book on Shakespeare could ever be.” You immediately turned to glare at him for bashing a classic book, only to be met with a wink from him.

“Romeo and Juliet is not some stupid book, it is a classic tale filled with tragedy and romance, one where two forbidden lovers are-”

“Like you and me?” Seokjin suddenly quipped, only half-joking as he was aware of how different the two of you were and what other people’s opinions were about your and his relationship.

Seokjin hardly had the innocent reputation on campus despite his worldly visuals which he has possessed since birth. He was handsome, he obviously knew that, and he used it to his advantage in scoring all the various girls he has been involved with, and he would say they helped him quite a lot in the ‘dating’ department, though he has never been one for long-term relationships. But his use of his visuals in scoring girls ended up piling up a mountain high reputation which practically put him in the bad books, along with the fact that he was a part of the unsavory crowd on campus which consisted of the rebels of society.

But what other choice did he have? They were practically his family, they were the only ones who mattered to him, especially since his parents hardly were at home and never even knew where Seokjin was half the time, much less cared what he did in his free time. As long as he got top grades, they didn’t care about anything else. And even when he made those drop, they didn’t care about them. So much for being part of the perfect family they wanted to construct.

“We are hardly forbidden lovers Jinnie, nothing is keeping you and I apart.” You said matter-of-fact, looking at him with a scolding look which made him shrug in turn.

“Your dad hates me.” You sighed.

“He doesn’t hate you, he just...” You lingered, unsure on how to explain it to Seokjin but he already interrupted you before you could finish your sentence.

“Hates me. He’s scared I’m going to corrupt his little girl.” Seokjin said, smirking as his eyes suddenly glinted mischievously, which made you wary as he leaned in to your personal space to whisper into your ear. “Not that he is wrong. If he knew just what things you and I have done in private, he will need to have his mind completely desensitized.”

You immediately hit him in the shoulder, cheeks flushed bright red at Seokjin’s clear innuendos about your and his sex life, making him chuckle and coo at their bright colour. While Seokjin had been the first man that you had been intimate with, you have astounded yourself with just how sensual you are, as well as how fantastically imaginative you are. You have even astounded Seokjin with your ideas for the two of you, not that he was complaining. It is always the good girls who turn out to be the best ones to have in bed.

“We are in public!” You hissed, looking around at the library to see if anyone was listening in on your and Seokjin’s conversation, thankfully the other library dwellers being too far away to hear the two of you, not that Seokjin cared.

“So? That didn’t stop you last week when you and I were at-”

Seokjin was interrupted with your hand slamming over his mouth to stop him from speaking, although it hardly helped your case as Seokjin’s eyes glinted before he licked your hand, making you squeak and rip it away just as quickly and wiping off his saliva on your skirt in disgust, giving him a glare.

“That is so disgusting!” Seokjin chuckled.

“Not as disgusting when you and I-”

“Don’t...finish that sentence.” You suddenly warning, pointing at him with a threatening finger which Seokjin just glanced at before grinning. He raised his hands up in mock surrender.

“Consider it unfinished.”

You glared at him for a few moments before sighing, moving to rub your temples with your hand before you suddenly felt Seokjin’s lips on your neck, making you squeak at their sudden kiss and making you jerk away in surprise and to stare at him in astonishment. He looked completely unapologetic as he rested his arm around your chair.

“What was that for?!” You demanded, making him shrug and grin.

“Just wanted to kiss you.” he said simply, as if it was obvious. You sighed in frustration.

“Just what am I going to do with you?” Seokjin’s eyes lit up mischievously.

“Well I have quite a few ideas that we can-”

“No.” You said immediately, making him fake pout.

“Aww come on, there is a nice quite corner over there-”

“Absolutely not.”

“Come on babe, let’s just-”

“You have a book to finish, and we are not leaving until you have finished it. So the sooner the do that, the sooner we can leave and do...ah...o-other stuff.”

Your scolding would have been more effective if you didn’t stutter and blush towards the end, but with the implicated promise of doing far more exciting activities was enough to make Seokjin turn back to the table to pick up the book he had to read for class. He has read at least a quarter of it, perhaps in an hour he can finish it and your could reward him like the good girl you are, and the bad boy he is behaving for his good girl. Sounds like a good plan to him.

Suga

Yoongi was the definition of a bad boy. He was a rebel, he did things he wanted to do and did not care what others thought of him. He skipped class, went out into town with his friend, drank, smoked, you name it. He was the textbook of bad news and the first thing you heard when you caught sight of him was to stay away because it would only end up with you in tears and a broken heart. Yoongi didn’t do relationships, so there was no point in hoping that you could change him, especially since he was so much of an alpha wolf who did what he wanted to do and others simply had to accept his decisions.

And yet you still found yourself drawn to him, so much so that you caught his attention and to humor himself, he decided to take you around for a spin, just to see if good girls were as good as his friends told him from their own experiences. But the only problem was that he did not expect to actually fall for you, nor for you to fall for him.

“Yoongi, why are the stars so shiny?” You asked out loud, staring up at the night sky in a haze as the smoke of the joint he he had given you drifted up into the sky. He rolled over and took a drag from his own joint before puffing out the smoke, holding his head up with an arm and gazing at you intensely.

“You tell me, you are the academic between us.” He said before taking another drag from his joint, chuckling when he saw your lips form into a pout.

“You’re an academic too...just not in the same way as me.” You finally said, raising your hand to try pinch a star out from the sky but to no avail. Yoongi chuckled against at your antics.

“If you mean not in the way which matters to people, then yeah, I am an academic too.”

Yoongi did not care about class, him hardly going to any of them as he much preferred hanging out with his friends or staying in his dorm where he kept himself up late at night coming up with his own music mixes. And of course, it was the opposite of what his parents wanted, which consisted of him completing a business degree at university and starting up his own business. But when did he ever agree to doing something like that? He never did. He wasn’t interested in getting some stupid business degree, he just wanted to make music, something which his parents did not support at all due to it ‘not being a real job’ but Yoongi just ignored them. Who were they to tell him what to do with his life? It was his life, so it was his decisions. They must just accept whatever Yoongi plans to do and deal with it.

“You’re smart Yoongi...really smart...just...misunderstood.” You mumbled, making Yoongi glance at you with thin lips.

One thing he has learnt about you is that you have a rather naive view of the world. You saw the best in people, which he would at times scold you about it because he knew that some people were just bad, really bad, and there was no good in them no matter how much you tried to search for it. But each time he scolds you, you just turn to him with an unreadable expression.

‘I saw good in you even though you like to act bad all the time.’

That is what you always tell him and he didn’t know how to respond to that. He didn’t care what people thought of him, it being very blatantly obvious due to his attitude to others. Even when you first approached him, he was uncaring of your opinion as he just viewed you as some prissy good girl who was wanting an experience with a bad boy, to experiment while you could at university. And yet it became so much more and before Yoongi realised it, you crept your way into his life and stayed form like a tick to a warm body.

“Misunderstood...more like fucked up.” Yoongi eventually answered, turning back onto his back and taking another puff from the joint and blowing hoops with the smoke with practiced ease. He suddenly felt an arm thrown across his stomach and he grunted when he suddenly felt weight on him, turning to see your head on his shoulder and staring at him with intense eyes.

“You’re not fucked up. Just misunderstood...I...I love you.” You suddenly confessed, unaware of how internally scattered he became from your words. He was not used to hearing those words being so easily said to him, especially since he could hardly be given any boyfriend rewards as he was probably one of the shittiest ones that a girl could ever get, and yet you thought otherwise. You moved to cup his cheek, your palm warm against it while you traced it with your thumb. “I’m serious...I love you...even though you think you’re fucked up.”

“Another swear word, point to me.” He suddenly quipped, smirking when you just stared at him in a daze.

The joint clearly was affecting your mind process and he figured it was enough for you as you were still relatively new to smoking joints, only practicing a few times with him in the past. He pulled your joint out of your hand and put it out before moving to cup your cheek, his own thumb tracing your cheekbone.

“I don’t get what you see me.” He stated out loud, his thoughts often escaping him whenever he was high. Not that you minded thought as you simply laid your head on his shoulder and smiled serenely.

“I see everything. Isn’t that enough?” You asked, making Yoongi stare at you intensely.

You saw way more in him than he saw in himself, and he did not get how he managed to fall for a girl who was so different from him, or rather how you have managed to stick around with him despite all the shit that he does. But he can’t imagine his life without you, not when you have practically become a permanent presence in his life that actually supports his love of music, who actually imagines him doing something with his music and not raining down on him for not attending class.

“I love you.” He stated, it being the only thing he could say that was aligned with his emotions. You just grinned widely and moved to press a kiss to his cheek.

“I love you too.”

Why? He did not know, but he liked it. Or rather he loved it. He just loved you, it was that easy. And odd. But whatever, it was what he felt and he was happy to feel it with you.

J-Hope

You jumped when you suddenly felt a arm wrap itself around your shoulder as you were exiting the building with your friends, having just finished a lecture and deciding one where to go afterwards. Hoseok grinned when you jumped and leaned down to press a kiss to your temple before glancing at your friends who were staring at him shock.

“Ladies.” He said, nodding towards them before turning back to you with a smile. “How was class.”

“It was...good. What are you doing here?” You asked, staring staring at him in surprise as usually Hoseok would meet you up front near the entrance of the university, but apparently he decided to meeting you at the building instead. Hoseok cocked his head and looked at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“I’m here to pick you up, why else would I be here?” He asked, making you flush slightly in embarrassment as you didn’t mean to make it sound like a bad thing that he came to meet you at the building, only it was out of the usual for Hoseok. But he didn’t let you think much more of it, he pressed another kiss to your forehead before turning to your friends.

“If you don’t mind, I will be taking my girlfriend now. See ya.”

Before you or your friends could say anything, Hoseok tugged you away and began to lead you towards the parking lot of the university closest to your building, Hoseok’s arm languidly draped along your shoulder as he asked you about class. You could feel other students eyes on you and Hoseok as the two of you walked, it being quite the sight since Hoseok was practically dressed in all leather while you were wearing sundress which elegantly showed off your figure. The two of you were quite literally dressed like the opposite of one another.

“Did something happen for you to decide to meet me here instead of at the entrance?” You couldn’t help but ask, still slightly rattled from Hoseok’s appearance. He once again cocked his head at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“No, but is it a problem that I’m here to pick you up instead?” He gazed at you for a few moments before glancing around the two of you, suddenly noticing the looks that the two of you were getting from everyone before turning back to you, a slightly guarded look on his face and a frown. “Are you embarrassed about being seen with me?”

Hoseok was aware that he was not the kind of guy that you took home to meet your mother. He was the bad news that your father would warn you about, and he was the heart breaker for you not to fall for as told by your friends. He was not the typical guy that you would usually go for as he was far from the neatly cut guy in a collar shirt and beige pants that would play golf on the weekends and go on coffee runs for study groups.

He was more on the wild side, one of which was surrounded by hip hop music and a dance floor. He loved music and dancing, and that was the only thing he was interested in. People always were surprised when they found out about that side of himself, since he hardly would seem like the dancer type due to the certain air that he gave off.

“No of course not! No! Its just...you usually wait for me at the entrance, I wasn’t expecting you to pick me up here.” You exclaimed, suddenly feeling really bad for making Hoseok feel slightly insecure with all the stares.

Despite his usual confident composure, you knew him beyond his facade and knew that he was actually a tender soul who needed to be taken care of, especially since he has taken care of himself for a long while. He fell for you because with how kind and patient you are, as well as how you love him unconditionally. And in return, he gave you his unconditionally love. He was a good boyfriend to you, always treating you like a princess. Despite his bad boy image, you learnt that Hoseok is actually very kind and has a golden heart, and only those who are willing to get to know him would learn that too.

“I wanted to see you sooner. I missed you. That is the only reason I have.” He said simply, making your heart flutter with his words as you knew he was being sincere with them. You smiled softly and decided to lean up and press a kiss to his cheek.

“I missed you too. I’m glad you came.” He gave you an unsure look.

“Really?” He asked, still feeling slightly insecure. You nodded and wrapped your arm around his waist as the two of you walked, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Of course. I love you.” You said, immediately making a smile appear on his face.

“I love you too.” He responded immediately, making you giggle before leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek again, only for Hoseok to move and catch you lips with his own instead. You squeaked and pulled away with pink cheeks.

“Hoseok!”

“Worth it.” He said with a wink, laughing as you only flushed pinker with immediately.

Namjoon grunted as your ass slapped against his ground as you bounced on top of him, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he guided you along his length with your back pressed to his front. You were gasping each time he reentered you, and moaned loudly as you felt Namjoon hit you deeply in the spot which was making you see stars. He press his hot lips to your neck, biting at your skin before moving them to your ear.

“You ready to come baby girl?” You moaned as his husky voice, his nickname driving you wild as it was a play on with his good girl nickname that he usually gave you when the two of you were in public. He felt you tighten around him and he groaned as he sped up his thrusts from underneath you, hitting you harder then before while you kept tightening around him. “Come now. Come fucking now.”

You let out a scream when you finally did come, clenching tightly around him which only prompted his own release as he emptied himself, his arms tightly wrapping around you and keeping you in place as the two of you rode out or orgasms together, you trembling in his hold and you quite literally descended from heaven after such a prolonged session. Both of you stayed in place, panting for breath while both of your sweaty bodies simultaneously stuck to each other due to the very physical workout you both had together.

...

Then Namjoon chuckled.

He pressed a kiss to your neck, to one of the hickies he had left on your delicate skin before pulling you off of him, making you whine from the emptiness he left behind when he pulled himself out of you before placing you on his bed, pulling the covers over your naked body before pressing a kiss to you’re forehead. “Incredible as ever my good girl.”

You couldn’t help but groan at the nickname, making Namjoon chuckle as he stood up from the bed in his naked glory and looked for his underwear before pulling them back on. He then walked over to his dorm desk and ruffled through the drawers before pulling out a pack of cigarettes, taking one out of the box and lighting it with one of hi many lighters, puffing it immediately while leaning on his desk. You frowned at him.

“I thought you said you were going to stop.” You said, causing Namjoon to glance at you with a slightly sheepish smile, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth to exhale the smoke.

“Its a working progress. Besides, its not as bad as when we first met.” You still frowned at him.

“Its still a lot though.” Namjoon sighed, tapping some of the ash on the ashtray of his desk before taking another drag.

“Babe, its not something I can break in a day.”

“Still...I don’t like the smell of smoke.“ Namjoon then glanced at you with a knowing lick, the corner of his lip quirking upwards.

“Hence why I decided to try stop.”

Usually Namjoon did not allow a woman dictate his life choices, especially since they had no business to try control what did not belong to them. His life, his choices, that is the end of it. And it took becoming involved with you for him to think better on his life choices, especially since it consists of the factors which could lead to a longer life spent with you. It was honestly quite pathetic with how whipped he has become with you, especially since he has been in relationships before with girls who were more his speed, or rather, in the same league as him since they were all part of the same social circle.

But you were different. Quite obviously so as you were brought up on the better side of the tracks, unlike Namjoon which was born on the wrong side of the tracks. It was quite ironic that the two of you managed to fall in love, since the two of you were the complete opposites of each other, as well as representing the things that you both didn’t like. You hated things like smoking and drinking, and yet that is all Namjoon did when he was in the company of his friends. And Namjoon hated obnoxiousness and arrogant people, which you were in the beginning of the year when Namjoon had first met you.

The two of you hated each other in the beginning, but it took being stuck doing a project together did the two of you see the better sides of one another. You saw the intelligent side of Namjoon, the side which has always been there but people never believed he was intelligent because of his disinterest in class. And he saw your more down-to-earth side, or rather, your more caring side as he had asked about a photo he saw in your dorm which consisted of you and a few of your high school friends.

Time eventually passed and the two of you feel in love. Entirely cliche, but Namjoon doesn’t regret. Nor do you. Because somehow the two of you just compete each other, no matter with how cheesy that sounds.

Namjoon continued to smoke his cigarette, a comfortable silence hovering between the two of you before you suddenly spoke. “You look sexy when you smoke.

Namjoon grinned and put out the finished cigarette in his ash tray before turning back to you, eyes glinting as he took in your sitting up figure with the sheets covering your knees while you hugged them, hiding your beautiful chest from him.

“Oh really? What happened to it being bad for me?” You smiled at him, eyes glinting similarly as his.

“It is still bad for you. But I’m just saying that you look sexy while saying so.” Namjoon smirked before his hands traveled to his underwear and began to tug it off, freeing himself as he felt himself getting hard again while he didn’t break eye contact with you.

“Hmm, guess I should try the concept of replacing a bad habit with an alternative. Mind me using you for research?”

You obviously did not mind as you suddenly pushed off the sheets and laid down on the bed, parting your legs for him and looking at him with dark hooded eyes and a sultry smile which was positively sinful on a good girl like you.

“Be my guest.”

And he made sure to overstay his welcome with your body for his research.

Jimin

Alcohol was not really something that you liked to have, especially since you knew just how rowdy and irresponsible it made people when they drank it in large amounts. You also found it a waste of time and money, as one could always do better things with money than to spend it on a multitude of alcohol and waste it all away at a party where there was no care if the glasses were smashed or the liquid was spilled.

And yet here you were, getting into a drinking match with one of Jimin’s friends while he was cheering for you on the side.

“Come on Y/N, you’ve got this!” He cheered, smiling widely at you before he glanced at his friend who was halfway finished with downing their drinking. “Open your gullet! It will go down faster! Come on, go go go!”

Jimin’s friends were hardly the kind you would associate yet, much less that your family and friends would approve of as they would be labeled as ‘the unsavory types’ by them, mainly due to their love of motorcycles, smoking, and partying. But you were drawn to them, or rather to Jimin who stood out the most to you as he eyed with you the most delightful eye smile which was just too innocent for someone who was a part of the said ‘unsavory’ group.

But you have learned that Jimin and his friends were more than the ‘reputations’ that they had on campus. Yes, most of them were rather rough around the edges and were rebels of note, but they all did have kind heart. Well, most of them. And Jimin had the kindest heart of all. He showed you the gentler side of himself, and he shared his thoughts and feelings with you which he would never share with his friends as he knew that he would not be taken seriously by them or simply get teased for them.

He was different with you, or rather you saw the true side of him which wasn’t labelled due to his leather jacket. And now here you were, sitting in his dorm room with his friends about to win a drinking competition despite being a complete newbie to drinking. You slammed your glass down and covered your mouth to prevent yourself from burping before you patted the table to signify your completion of you drink, making Jimin and the others cheer.

“That’s my girl!” Jimin exclaimed, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pressing a kiss to your cheek before turning to his friend with a smirk. “She totally kicked your ass!”

“S-She cheated!” His friend slurred, alcohol dribbling from their mouth as they protested, making Jimin scoff and roll his eyes.

“How the hell do you cheat in drinking? Nah, she kicked your ass at drinking, just accept it.” His friend flashed him the middle finger which Jimin returned before he turned back to you and grinned. He moved to grip you by the jaw and turn your head around to face him before pressing his lips to yours, kissing you passionately for a few seconds before pulling away, tasting the alcohol which you had just downed. “Hot damn you’re sexy.”

“I...I think I’m drunk.” You uttered, feeling a hot buzz in your head as you pressed the back of your hand to your head. Jimin laughed and took your hand in his and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Not drunk yet babe. Just tipsy. Believe me, I will tell you when you are drunk.” he assured, making you look at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“But...I am drunk.” Jimin shook his head again with a smile.

“Nah babe, just tipsy.”

You opened your mouth to protest again but Jimin interrupted you with another kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips this time to get a real taste of the alcohol you drank, as well as the natural taste of your mouth which was cool and wet. He pulled you closer to him with his arm around your shoulders, your own arms moving to wrap around his waist as the two of you sat on the couch.

“Get a bloody room!” One of his friends jeered, throwing an empty plastic cup at the two of you which hit Jimin on the head. Jimin pulled away to grab the cup and throw it back at them with a glare.

“I’m in one!”

“We are in this room! We don’t want to see the two of you swapping spit in front of us!”

“Then leave! I can kiss my girlfriend whenever I want!” Jimin growled, making you giggle despite the buzz in your head becoming more prominent. Jimin’s friend scoffed before pouring themselves another drink with the plastic cup that Jimin threw back to them.

“You can kiss your girlfriend, but she can’t drink me under the table. She got lucky once, she won’t get lucky twice.”

It was an obvious baiting for you, and Jimin in a way, but since you were already feeling the influences of alcohol, you saw no reason of not adding more to it. Thanks to your new liquid courage, you straightened up in Jimin’s hold and turned to glare at his friends.

“I...can totally...drink you under the table.” You slurred, making Jimin’s friend raise their eyebrow with a smirk.

“Oh really?” They mocked, holding out the plastic cup now filled to the brim with another alcoholic concoction. You nodded confidently before reaching for the cup and bringing it back to you, raised and ready to start drinking.

“Definitely!” You announced, making Jimin chuckle and squeezed your shoulders in support as his friend got their own cup and sat down in the previous seat where your other opponent was setting.

“Your funeral. Jimin count us down.” Jimin grinned before glancing at the two of you before raising his hand for the countdown.

“3...2...1...drink!”

And despite being tipsy/drunk, you still managed to win, earning more cheering from Jimin and more acceptance from his friends as they began to see you more than the goody-goody who previously looked down on them.

Taehyung was only gone for a few minutes to get you a new drink to only realize that someone was trying to move in on his girl while he was gone, thinking that it would be okay to try their luck with Taehyung out the picture. And while Taehyung may have been fine with it in the past, this time it was different because the girl he was with was you and he was not going to share you with anyone. You weren’t some passing prize cow to be shared among others. You were his and only his and he was going to make sure everyone knew that.

He tossed your intended drink aside, uncaring that its contents ending all covering the entire front of a girl’s dress, and pushed his way through the crowd before he finally was near you and your apparent suitor and roughly grabbed them by the collar of their shirt. “Just who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”

“Tae!” You exclaimed, him coming out of nowhere and now pressing his face close to the person who was attempting to get you to dance with them or step away for more privacy, not that you were going to as you were waiting patiently for Taehyung to return. Taehyung growled and began to aggressively shake them by the collar, anger and protectiveness filling him. The person immediately grabbed at Taehyung’s wrist to get him to let go, but to no avail.

“Taehyung chill-”

“Why the fuck would I chill when you’re trying to make a move on my girl? Just what the hell do you take me for?” He growled, shaking them more roughly this time.

“You’ve never bothered before! I was just-”

“Well I bother now. She is fucking mine and if you even try make a move on her again, I will bash your face in.” He then shoved them away from him before turning to you and grabbing you by the arm. “Let’s get out of here.”

Now usually one would think that after being threatened by an angry Taehyung, they would back down, but clearly not in this case as the person scoffed behind the two of you and glared.

“Never thought that the Kim Taehyung would become soft over a girl. Guess you’ve lost your edge.” They mocked, knowing that their words would trigger Taehyung. And they did.

Taehyung whirled around, the idea of him becoming soft just infuriating and he was ready to prove that he has not lost his edge by beating them to a pulp when you suddenly clung to his arm, stopping him in his tracks while looking at him pleadingly.

“Please Tae, don’t do it. Be the bigger man.” You begged, only to have the other person scoff.

“The bigger man? Stay out of this sweetheart, you clearly have no idea just what kind of man Taehyung is.”

“Don’t you dare call her sweetheart.” Taehyung growled, glaring at them with threatening eyes as he was tense on the spot, not moving forward to start a fight, but not moving backward to retreat. His mind was buzzing in indecision and the only thing he was aware of was your hands tightening around his arm to keep in in place.

“Please Tae, lets just go home. I want to get out of here.”

The standoff between Taehyung and the person was getting noticed by the others at the party and a circle was beginning to get formed around them, the other party-goers chanting ‘fight, fight, fight’ to encourage a brawl between the two of them, but that was the last thing that you wanted. Coming to the party was the last thing you should have agreed to, but Taehyung wanted you to loosen up and have fun with him, so you eventually agreed. But now you were regretting it as Taehyung looked two seconds away from committing assault.

“Listen to your woman Taehyung, will just prove to me just how soft you have really become. So disappointing, I thought that you were a real man before but now it seems you are some henpecked mess. Tragic.”

They were clearly goading Taehyung for a fight, and with all his previous ones in the past, Taehyung knew that he would win if he decided to accept the bait and go for it. But he felt your hands tighten around his arm even more and you even began to tug him backwards while speaking begging words to him to please just drop it, to just leave the party and go back to the dorm with you and forget it ever happened.

But his pride was wounded and there was nothing more than he hated than his image getting attacked, especially since he has earned a lot of street cred for himself. His was biting down on his teeth hard, pretty certain that he would eventually crack a tooth, but letting out a scoff and taking a step back towards yous, eyes on his apparent opponent.

“Fuck off.” He cursed before he turned around, ready to follow you out of the house and to take the two of you back to your dorm. He could see that you were relieved by his choice and even flashed him a small smile as the two of you began to walk away, but then it disappeared when his opponent decided to say the last word.

“I knew you were fucking weak.”

This time Taehyung saw red. He whipped around and ripped his arm out of your hands and stormed up to them and gave one hard right hook to the jaw, knocking them off feet and onto the floor where he immediately climbed on top of them and began to deliver hard punches to the face while keeping them upright by the collar.

He could hear the crowd egging him on, and Taehyung did not stop despite his hand killing him as he felt the skin split on his knuckles, but he just kept punching. He knew he had broken their nose and he knew he could do a lot more damage if it wasn’t your voice which snapped him out of it, your cries and pleas for him to stop.

“Taehyung please! Please stop! You’re going to kill them! Please stop!”

He somehow managed to get a hold of himself. He released them and stumbled away from the past out body on the floor before turning to you, his body rising and falling rapidly due to his anger and his hand stinging like hell. He saw that there were tears in yours eyes and it killed him because he knew he was the cause of it because he showed his more volatile side to you tonight. You knew he had a temper but it was the first time you saw him losing it violently with someone.

He regretted it, he shouldn’t have allowed himself to get baited like that. Now he did not know if this changed anything between the two of you, but dare he say he was scared that it would. He had never been scared before, aside from when he was younger and left home alone with his father, but now he honestly felt scared. Scared that you may leave him because of this.

Jungkook

Jungkook’s frame covered your entire body, pressing you into the couch while your hands pressed themselves along his abdomen, tracing ever single muscle that he had on them, prompting a low husk from his lips as he stared down at you with dark eyes. You gazed up at him so innocently, cheeks bright red as you took him animalistic look, looking like a starved tiger offered some meat on a hook. With you being the hook.

“Jungkook-” You started, but only for Jungkook to lean down at smash his lips to your in a harsh kiss.

He kept himself propped up on his elbows resting beside your head, his lips dominating yours as you tried to keep up with the pace he was setting, which was hot and heavy. He felt himself straining in his jeans, them needing to come off as soon as possible, but he was still trying to prolong for you to make sure he didn’t scare you off. While you could obviously feel how much he wanted you right now, he had to slow down at least a little to get you used to the idea that the two of you were going to become intimate. He didn’t want to rush it with you.

But there was only so long that he could wait, especially since you were pawing at him like a desperate puppy, arching into his body even though he was keeping himself propped up. Despite being the picturesque of innocence on campus, your looked positively sinful on his bed in only your underwear, bra scrapped long ago in his hurry in undressing you . With his restraint hanging on a thread, he couldn’t blame himself as he moved one hand to grab at your right breast, pulling away with a dark chuckle when he heard you groan from his hard groping.

“You like that, don’t you?” He asked, already knowing the answer as he could tell from your dark eyes glancing down at his hand playing with your breast, thumb and index moving to twist the nipple, causing you to yelp in surprise and pleasure. He grinned. “Yeah, I can see that you do.”

“J-Jungkook...” You called out, gasped as he continued to twist your nipple to his desire, making him chuckle before he moved to suddenly suck at your other breast, this time making a loud moan to escape your lips as Jungkook pleasured your whole chest, right hand occupied with your right breast while he sucked and licked at your left one. You were in a cycle of pleasure, but it was only a warmup for Jungkook.

“If you friends saw you right now...they would be shocked.” He pulled away from your breast, licking his lips before locking eyes with you before moving his hand from your breast to cup you, raising his eyebrows and smirking as he felt moisture pressing against his fingers. He glanced down to your core and chuckled.

“You’re soaking.”

“S-Stop.” You covered your entire face with your hands, your blush traveling all the way down to your neck that Jungkook could swear that you were glowing with how red you were.

You clearly were not used to such blunt talk, much less from Jungkook of all people since people warned you not to become involved with him due to his reputation with women and his lifestyle. And yet here you were, on his couch in his dorm, where he was cupping you in your most precious place where only your long-term boyfriend at your hometown had knowledge of its intimacies. And Jungkook was cupping you like it was some kind of prize.

“Stop? Why would I stop when you all all needy for me.” Jungkook teased, chuckling before pulling his hand away, much to disappointment as a whine left your lips which made Jungkook chuckle as he began to tug your panties off, noting how elaborate they actually were. “And clearly you wanted this to happen judging from your panties. Sexy.”

“That’s enough!” You exclaimed, this time his teasing getting the better of you as you pulled your hands away from your face to glare at him, only to be caught staring at Jungkook as he grinned delightfully at you, a smirk on his face as he he spun your panties around his finger with a raised eyebrow.

“Feisty, I like it.” He tossed your panties to the side and lunged down to catch your lips in a hot kiss, stopping himself from crushing you on his elbows once again. You felt his bulge against your bare core this time and you couldn’t yelp but squeak as it only seemed to grow in size. Jungkook pulled away only when oxygen became a need and he panted as he stared deeply into your eyes. “You are so fucking sexy.”

“I’m not-”

“Yes you fucking are.” He growled, glancing down at your naked body before suddenly reaching into his back pocket for his wallet and taking out a silver square package before tossing his wallet aside, which made you blush as you realised what he had taken out of it.

Screw his control. He needed you now.

Jungkook felt your eyes on him as he unbuckles his jeans and pulled them and his underwear down in one pull to free himself, him ripping open the silver wrapping with his teeth before he slipped on the protection before turning his attention back on you. He licked his lips when he saw your glistening core and he tugged you closer by the thighs before moving back down to prop himself on top of you, his one hand moving to cup your head while his other guided himself to your entrance.

“I’m going to take care of you. Okay?” He stated, feeling his tip at his entrance and moving his other hand to grip your shoulder, his eyes locked with yours in permission. Despite being incredibly flustered by Jungkook’s obvious need and desire for you, your moved grip his back, legs unconsciously opening wider for him as you nodded.

“Okay.” You said, your lips meeting with Jungkook’s as he thrusted into you, filling you easily and quickly which caused the both of you to moan at the union, a growl leaving Jungkook’s lips as he felt you around him.

“Fuck, you feel good.” He husked before he slowly began to move, giving you some time to adjust before he began to speed up, his restraint unable to handle his need for you anymore and finally breaking as you began to moan in sync with his grunts as he began to mark you as his. “You’re mine. You got that?”

“Yes...” You breathe, arching your head back as you hips began to meet Jungkook’s as he thrusted, nails digging into his shoulders as he kept moving. Jungkook husked out a laugh before speeding up even more, his entire frame dominating yours.

“My girl...my girl...my girl...”

You were his girl in every single way, and even though there were plenty of others you could go for, he was going to make sure that you wouldn’t, because he knew how much you loved him, just as he loved you. You were his as he was yours and he was not to let you go for anything.

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riverlili · 2 years

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@shinkami-events Day 21 | Music

moral of the story: never propose to an army during a BTS concert, especially not in front of their bias 🤣

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trifoliumrex · 11 months

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Let’s Burn Master List

So Here’s the thing. You died. Like dead dead. But there’s good news. Turns out the multiverse is real and Suga and Jay are going to make sure it doesn't happen again. If Yoongi and Hobi don’t get in the way. Or Worse yet the troublesome Kim Namjoon. Can they keep you safe when you don’t even know who they are? Or will Namjoon finally get what he wants.

A reader x J-hope x Suga fic

But also reader x yoongi

But also Hobi, and Jay. the multiverse am I right?

Word Count: aprox 32,000

Updates Friday

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#bts x reader #suga x reader #bts suga x reader #yoongi x reader #min yoongi x reader #jhope x reader #hobi x reader #hoseok x reader #sope fanfiction #jhope x suga #assault #non consensual touching #bts mafia au #multiple universes #tw rape #tw assualt #tw sui attempt #tw su1cide #LB

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marlenfia · 9 months

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elliespurpleheart · 2 years

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THE LOGICAL SONG pt1

YOONGI x OC au

Strangers to lovers.

They both take the same train, sit in the same car every single day, two strangers who bond through music and art.

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Please mind the gap between the train and the platform. The recorded voice called out in a random tone. Huffing from the speedy walk, Yoongi stepped in, quickly making his way to a vacant seat, enjoying that small pleasure of being able to sit during the ride.

Releasing a deep sigh, the young man leaned his head against the window, letting go of all the pressure from the day. Night had already fallen and exhaustion grew more and more obvious, weighing on his eyelids and shoulders.

The idea of a good sleep had motivated him to finish the day. Setting his headphone on his ears, he pressed a random song on his phone, shutting off the noisy world around him. As a Drake song blasted in his ears, he relaxed, chewing quietly, enjoying the music.

The alarm rang, the doors began closing just as a figure slipped into the train, grabbing on a pole for balance, catching the attention of the people sat there, even Yoongi who rose an eyebrow at the dramatic arrival.

Panting and disheveled, the girl pushed her hair back, readjusting her earphones and making her way to the seats with a few "sorry, thank you sorry!", before taking the vacant one just across from Yoongi. Letting out a breath, she set her bag on the floor, and relaxed in her seat.

Yoongi pulled himself forward, and his eyes traveled along the people, before meeting a pair of sea blue ones, striking him with the strange look inside of them, like something both genuine and refreshing. They had this natural density, making anyone want to immerse themselves into them. Something naive, yet also deep and soothing at the same time. They reminded him of an oasis...

Quickly looking away, the young man internally scowled. Since when did he make comparisons with strangers's eyes? Sure, being a producer and lyrics writer gave him that poetic touch and eye on the world.

Not people though. People never struck an interest. They were boring and all the same. Except for his one and only friend Hoseok.

Apart from him and his parents, he felt people were dull. He'd been deceived a few times, and never wished to waste his time on them. He loved producing music, rapping with his best friend, writing lyrics and living his life in peace.

Hoseok always teased, saying he was like a cat : he wasn't so fond of human interaction, people invading his space, and he thrived in peace and quiet. The girl let out a sigh, rummaging through her bag and pulling out a large notebook.

Frowning in focus, she slipped a pencil out of her sleeve and started scratching the blank paper, rebellious strands of hair falling over her face. Too concentrated, she ignored it. Yoongi couldn't help but observe her for a few seconds.

The other passengers paid no attention, wearing dull expressions, heavy clothing, and solely minding their own business, neatly waiting for their stop.

Earphones in, hair disheveled, crossing her legs to support her notebook, she was a mess, wearing bright yellow tights, a blue jumper and a dark skirt. Adding to the strange but fashionable outfit, she wore a pair of black converse high at her feet that she swayed back and forth, obviously following the rhythm of whatever music played in her ears.

Looking away with a scoff, Yoongi leaned back in his seat, releasing a breath. He closed his eyes, focusing on the music. This year was just beginning and it would be great, he wanted to be successful and he would be.

Some manager would have to check out his music and take him in. He had big hopes, especially with Kim Han Do, surely one of the most greatest managers of the SB music company. The dream.

To get there he had to fit into the demands and go through selection by impressing a smaller company. Then he could be recognized, and therefore get a chance for a bigger company.

He'd produced a lot of music so far, and done a few project for small movies and local stuff. Yoongi dreamed big and he would achieve big.

Yawning as the busy day weighed on his shoulder, Yoongi turned to the window, watching the dark scenery slip past. Glancing at the stranger across from him he realized she was still focused on her drawing. Shrugging his shoulders, the young man recoiled in his seat, and fell asleep.

When he woke up, the train was just about to arrive at his stop. The strange girl had vanished and there were only very few people left. Days were disappointingly the same, mostly. The same trip, the same hardworking time in the studio, except when Hoseok came by, then the same trip back home, take a shower, eat and sleep. He didn't exactly mind. He was driven, solely focused on his goal.

He worked part time at a bar, every weekend and Wednesday. He needed the extra money after all. Mondays were tough but today... somehow was all right.

His phone rang and he picked up.

"Yoooo man how you doin'??!"a voice blared in his ear making him wince and keep the phone away from his face.

"Better before when I could still hear sounds."he grimaced while his friend giggled.

"Yaa sorry, I just had a proposition for you, how about you come to the bar? The boys are all there."

"I've got things to do."

"Like what? Tending to Plushy, do some laundry and go to bed? Nah man you gotta live a little and as your best friend it is my job to make sure you do."

Rolling his eyes, Yoongi shook his head. Hoseok, his hest friend was the complete opposite to him. They had a great dynamic though, completing each other. While Yoongi would rather stay home and begin human trial regarding hibernation for the human race, Hoseok was a real social butterfly.

He basically knew everyone around town, and could fit anywhere, attracting girls, and being successful in the path he'd chosen.

"I was actually going with 'writing lyrics'. But sleep sounds nice."

"Nuh uh, don't make me come get you. Plushy can survive a night without you and they say alcohol can be key to inspiration. Be there at 8'! See ya man."

And he hung up. Growling in defeat, Yoongi sighed before making his way to town, in direction of the bar. His cat Plushy would have to wait, and that was unfortunate.

Pushing the door open, his eyes roamed the room before falling on the group of people sat around the table. Group.. he hated being around too many people, especially after work.

"Duuuuude!!!!"Hoseok called out happily. "You finally made it! Come sit!"he pulled his friend on the bench and started presenting the group. Yoongi merely threw a 'hey guys' before they all began chatting joyfully. Drinks were served and shots were gulped down one after the other.

"Yah, Yoongia, your turn."Hoseok called out, barely even drunk after the five shots.

"No I don't-"

"Drink! Drink! Drink!"they all laughingly claimed, hands hammering the table, urging the young man to take the small glass and gulp it down quickly. A few girls giggled, throwing him sneaky looks that his best friend intercepted, leaning towards his bestie.

"Hey, I saw Mia totally checking you out."

"So what, I'm not interested. "

"Oh come on man, you're gonna die an old man who's never been on a proper date! Worse!"he added, finishing in a whisper. "You'll die a virgin."

"Okay enough with that, just drink your shot Hoseoka, so I can take you home safely, unlike last time."

Pouting a bit, Hoseok gulped down the shot, throwing a wink in Yoona's direction. His arm draped around Yoongi's shoulder. "Okay okay I won't bother you with that anymore, but seriously, get yourself someone. Girl boy whomever suits you best. You need to see the world like a bigger place than just your studio, your appartement and Plushy!"

"People are boring. I'm not really into dating right now, I told you last time."

"What about Mia?"

"Nope. Not happening."

"Kang Seji?"

"Nah."

"Anna?"

"Yah Hoseoka"he growled and quickly shoved a piece of bread in his friend's mouth. "There. You talk too much. You go enjoy life with Yoona and explore what you want to, I'm fine with just my studio and Plushy."

"Tch, you're jusht shaying that now but you'll shee shoon... you'll meet the perfect girl and everything will change. I bet on it."

"Very funny."

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The train slowed down and stopped, all the doors opened. Yoongi slipped inside, finding an empty seat and letting out a yawn. It was six in the morning and he already missed the warm comfort of his bed.

A figure made their way to the seat across from him, plopping down with a sigh. Yoongi's eyes traveled to the girl now sitting in front of him and he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. It was the same girl from the day before. Her hair was a mess still and she wore a scrunched up expression, looking deep in thought.

Putting his earphones on, Suga shut down the world around him and relaxed in his seat. He missed the sudden interest in the girl's eyes as she stared at him for a few seconds before shifting in her seat.

A second later, her drawing set was out and she set to work. Throwing him a glance from time to time without him noticing, she kept going, a smile drawing on her lips at the sudden inspiration. Music played in her headphones as she stuck out her tongue a second, concentrating on her piece of art.

Yoongi's expression intrigued her and she did her best to capture it perfectly as her professor's words rang in her ears.

"No no no! See that's your problem, you're too much into your own fantasy creations that you don't follow a single rule. You need to find that piece of inspiration for the final project before the end of the week or you're out, and your exams are just around the corner so I suggest you get a move on."

"But professor, deadlines ruin all possible inspiration!"

"Well let's hope this time they make it come to you. You're dismissed.".

That piece of inspiration. She'd just found it. In the train. On her way to work. The young man had a strange expression, a mix of grave spark and lively seriousness. His eyes. His eyes were striking. They looked lost in the distance, probably even a little bored, and at the same time, wide open for the world around.

He had to be some kind of artist. His vision of the world was obviously different from the rest of the people present. It was hard to catch and it puzzled her, what might be going through his mind. She made sure not to stare and glance as discreetly as possible as to not be seen.

The music playing in his ears seemed to draw all his attention, his fingers tapping a silent rhythm on his lap, and apparently playing on an invisible keyboard.

Her own feet marked the beat of the song blasting in her ears.

There. Almost done. His lips made her squint her eyes a second longer. They had this slight curve, like a constant smirk, yet a gentle one. She marveled at the impressive amount of details hidden in that puzzling expression of his.

Some kind of peace. Like entering a foreign garden but it's comfortable. It was strange but almost familiar to look at.

There. Done.

She smiled at the result, surprisingly satisfied with it.

Yoongi looked up as the voice called the stop before his. His eyes locked with a pair of sky blue ones, already staring. Without looking away he leveled her with his impressive gaze as a few seconds ticked by.

They both suddenly looked away, pretending to look for a lost item, or scrambling through their bag. The train came to a stop and the girl sprang to her feet, swinging her satchel over her shoulder and storming out. His eyebrow ticked as his eyes followed her exit and he remained seated, feeling weird inside.

The next day he couldn't help but furrow his eyebrows as the same girl sat across from him in his usual car once again. Same for the day after. And the next day. And so on.

They kept meeting in the same car which both were too stubborn to leave, sitting across from each other.

It went as far as they expected each other's presence each morning but Sundays. The girl would almost everytime draw while sitting there, Yoongi noticed, always wearing extravagant outfits which screamed FANTASY ARTIST. At least that's what he thought of it.

A few weeks went by, it just became a habit, sitting in front of each other in the same car, at the same hours. It became a habit and actually turned into a pleasant thing. Having each other's presence in the morning and after work established a comfortable atmosphere, a newfound familiarity they strangely thrived in.

That day, the girl took her usual place in front of Yoongi who quickly gave her a nod of the head and plunged himself in his music, trying to find his inspiration.

As they neared the girl's stop, she suddenly leaned forward and her lips moved but he heard no sound. Slightly annoyed at the disturbance but intrigued at what she had to say, he paused his music and took out one of his earphones, giving her his weary attention.

"I drew you."she simply stated, handing him the drawing.

"Just thought you should know."

Without a word, Yoongi took the drawing from her hand and remained silent, staring at it for a good minute. Before he could say anything she spoke up again. "I'm Dawn by the way,"she said sticking out her hand. "And can I just say, your eyes are strikingly beautiful."

Speechless at the sudden compliment, Yoongi barely had time to shake her hand as she sprang to her feet and sent him a genuine smile. "We're not strangers you and I, right?"

"Um... no?"was all he managed to respond, incapable of making any sense out of the strange exchange they just had.

She seemed to wait for something and he stared at her in silence, his social skills once more proving to be non existent. A chuckle escaped her lips and he noticed the gorgeous dimples on each side of her lips.

"Your name?"she helped, her hand gripping onto the pole.

"Oh um, Yoongi."

"Cool. See you around Yoongi!"she waved and slipped past the open doors onto the platform, cheeks tainted with a slight blush.

Yoongi was left alone with the piece of paper holding a portrait of himself. His eyes trailed down the drawing where her hand had skillfully traced his face. Impressively well done.

He frowned at the depiction of his eyes. It dawned upon him how surprisingly alive they looked the way she'd drawn them.

"Can I just say, your eyes are strikingly beautiful." She'd stated very simply. No one ever told him that, people would compliment his facial features or his figure, but his eyes were known to be quite dull, a mix of dark colors that he'd never taken the time to distinguish precisely.

The way she'd pictured them were far from dull. They were lively, with a strange spark inside of them he was rather a stranger to. They said so many things it pulled him into deep thinking as to exactly what she saw inside his eyes.

He'd been too absorbed in his music to even notice her glancing at him to get the exact tracing. He was so eager to shut down the world around him whilst she took the opportunity to picture it, immortalizing an instant in a spare moment of time.

It reminded him of Hoseok, always seeing more to a person or a place, than there originally seemed to be. Giving a story to the dullest things. Just like she'd just done with his eyes. His mom used to scold him, saying he always seemed to be scowling or glaring at the camera on any family or solo pictures, even when trying to smile.

It was no secret that Yoongi had a negative perception of life. Rather than seeing the glass half full, he'd see it half empty.

Raised by a mother rather hard with her children and expecting a lot from them, he'd had it difficult, refusing to live up to people's expectations... He also learned one thing from his father high on debts and running away after twenty years of marriage: he couldn't trust people. He never expected good from people as to never be disappointed again.

Yoongi didn't hate his father, he just didn't care at all. His mother had never really supported his career as an artist, saying he'd never make enough money and get a good wife. Who cared? He wanted to live doing something he loved and he was just doing that.

Part time jobs were hard on him but despite having a negative nature, Yoongi was a driven person. He had a goal and he would pursue it until the end. He could read it in the eyes of his alter ego scratched down on paper with surprisingly striking details.

It drew a smile on his naturally smirking lips she'd rightfully so traced with her crayon, at the sight of the earphones carefully plugged in his ears. She'd even sketched the black beanie he often wore, just like today.

Somehow this drawing of a Yoongi he had trouble identifying to due to his negative vision of everyone including himself had made his day better and he slipped it in his bag with a smile. He kept in mind the sky blue eyes and the cute dimples framing the smile of a girl artist carrying the first light of morning as a name.

Back in his studio the memory of her smile kept popping up in his mind and his blockage on lyric-writing slowly vanished, inspiration suddenly flowing from the tip of his pen. A stranger in the train was now source of inspiration.

He'd never been into romantic themes or describing people but this time was different. Her eyes intrigued him and he felt the urge to know more, discover the story behind that look. Tapping his hand on the desk he hummed a melody he'd been working on, muttering the first lyrics.

Dawn...he whispered in his head, the poetic name making him picture clear skies and a rising sun just by mentioning it.

Little did he know a little further away, in a large art room, a blue eyed girl precisely scratched on her paper, careful with the details. The eyes were trickiest.

Now paint. Her brush slowly traced the features and filled the drawing with colors. She let out a breath, carefully choosing the colors for the eyes.

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"All right I'll see you guys around!" Yoongi waved at the group of three friends shooting him friendly smiles and waving back.

"You sure you don't want to come have another drink somewhere else?"

"Yeah, I have work to do at home."he excused himself and thanked them again for offering before walking away under their apologetic looks.

Today had been pretty intense and his boss wanted him to submit at least three songs by the end of the week, which was a ton load of work and time. He'd managed to get on a great beginning and was now on his way home. He couldn't wait to go to bed and snuggle under the blanket.

He took out his headphones and just as he held them to his ears someone heavily bumped into him making him drop the precious items with a yelp.

"Sorry!"the man quickly apologized before walking away as if nothing happened. Yoongi sent a glare his way, hands raised before looking down and opening wide eyes. His headphones had fallen into a puddle of water... They were done for.

"No no noooo"he muttered, crouching down and retrieving both pieces. To his greatest dismay, water had done its damage and the headphones were unrecoverable.

Jaw slackened and wearing a crestfallen expression, Yoongi let out a breath, silently mourning his loss.

This was bad. His headphones were his escape from the rest of the world. He didn't have to sit through the noise and the crowd while wearing them. Plus they cost quite the money... now he'd have to sit quietly and hear the noise surrounding him.

He hated crowds and crowded places. They gave him anxiety and made him want to lose it. Music had always been his escape and now he had nothing to listen with.

This was tragic. His day honestly couldn't get any worse. Scowling, the young man made his way into the train, wanting to sit at his usual place but there were too many people. He grimaced and drew in short breaths, wanting nothing but to run away and go on foot.

"Come on just suck it up."he muttered to himself, edging himself closer to the windows.

He'd buy cheap ones as soon as he'd get home.

"I'm sorry, thank you, sorry,"voices echoed here and there, with people pushing through and slipping their way through the mass of people stuck to one another. There were more people than usual, probably because of the annual fair outside of town.

The train kept going and the young man found it harder and harder to breathe in the stuffy place. People were all going to the same place, and therefore not getting off anytime soon.

His frown never left his face and he shut his eyes, trying to drown out the noise, the bad smell and the dull atmosphere.

A hand gently wrapped around his, pulling him out at the next station before he could utter a word. Yoongi opened his eyes wide, too surprised to pull away as he followed.

The person dragged him around, running to another car, and slipping inside. It was far less crowded and there were available seats. Only then did he recognize Dawn with her disheveled hair and bright yellow tights.

He became aware of their linked hands, feeling his cheeks heat up at the notice. Dawn pulled him along to the seats, sitting them down and taking out a small box or earpods.

Without a word she took ahold of one and plugged it in her ear before taking the other one and quickly tucking it in his ear.

"Just close your eyes and you won't see the people."she said and scrolled through her playlists to find one she liked and he might appreciate.

Relaxing in her presence, Yoongi shifted in his seats, unsure of what to say.

"Thanks but I have a very specific taste in music"he started, reaching for the earpiece only for her to swat his hand away.

"This one does not require taste. It's eternal and unique, anyone would like it."

Surprised at the statement Yoongi waited, a small smile playing on his lips at the decisive tone. She pressed on the screen and the music started.

This was something he'd never heard before. He could just tell the song was old by the beat and the composition of the song.

When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful

A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical

And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily

Oh joyfully, playfully watching me

Frowning at first, the young man shifted in his seat. He'd never been a fan of old songs. He was polite though, and knew better than to walk away on her after she'd got him out of that horrible car filled with too many people to count.

The chorus came and Yoongi's eyebrow ticked. It wasn't so bad. The genre was pop, rock and he didn't hate it. It changed from the usual rap and other modern genres he usually listened to. It held something more peaceful and ... pure?

The lyrics didn't mention anything about love, sex or a breakup for a change.

There are times when all the world's asleep

The questions run too deep

For such a simple man

Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned

I know it sounds absurd

Please tell me who I am

He turned to see Dawn completely immersed in the song, a smile playing on her lips as her right foot marked the rhythm and she scrunched up her face nodding her head in rhythm, despite all the people present she seemed to give no importance to them, solely focused on the song.

He realized that Dawn was also quite dorky, in a cute way.

"It's great right?"she said with a wide smile, too communicative for him not to mirror. Nodding his head, the young man pursed his lips and responded. "Who sings?"

"Supertramp. I'm a big fan."she admitted as the song became a mess of instruments and beat, all in a good way.

A couple watched the duo with amusement, while another woman stared at Dawn with a disapproving look. Yoongi intercepted her stare and his eyebrow ticked as he leveled her with a cold gaze. The woman met his eyes and shuddered, quickly looking away.

The song ended and Dawn scrolled through her playlist once more until his hand stopped hers.

"Can you put it on again?"

"What, the one we just listened to?"

"Yeah."

"Sure!"she beamed at him and nudged him teasingly. "I knew you'd like it!" she spoke as though they were nothing but old friends.

The song began again and this time Yoongi relaxed completely, enjoying the music. He kept his eyes open, looking out through the window and watching the tunnels, trees and houses whooshing past.

He suddenly remembered he'd forgotten to do something and he turned to the stranger-not-stranger next to him.

"Thanks for dragging me out of there by the way."

He realized he liked the dimple smile she sent his way with a gentle look in her eyes.

"You're welcome. I was actually stuck in the same car and I saw what the man did, breaking your headphones. What a dick!"she spoke truthfully. "My headphones are a lifeline most of the time so..."

Surprised at the statement, the young man couldn't help but identify to it.

"It's honestly the same for me, music helps me out in many tough situations and I wasn't ready to lose that today. Plus I was having a really bad day so thank you."

To his surprise she looked down, almost sheepish.

"Well I kinda owed you something..."she started, a little shy, therefore drawing his attention.

"I have to say, I drew you once before... in the train.."she trailed off, biting on her tongue and expecting a negative reaction from his side so she quickly justified herself.

"But to my defense you're so good looking, as an artist I couldn't just do nothing! I'd been losing inspiration for days and then bam! There you are, with those dashing eyes of yours, just sitting in front of me, what was I supposed to do? Nothing? No no no, I had to draw it so I did and honestly you really helped me out"she rambled on, "my inspiration has come back flowing and I've created all sorts of characters using your face and I'm really satisfied with my work now that-"

She suddenly cut herself off after that outburst and bit on her lower lip, blushing furiously. Yoongi's gaze on her was unwavering and almost intimidating.

"So... thanks and also I'm sorry. I should've asked you first..."she finished.

Just as embarrassed as she was, Yoongi had no idea what to say to this and was still processing all the informations.

"Um... it's okay?"he went for, unsure.

Her eyes met his, relief and surprise etched on her face.

"Wait- really? You're not mad?"

"No"he shrugged,

"I'm surprised though, as to why you'd chose me of all people and find inspiration with... this."he said motioning for himself. Her face fell, eyes widening at the statement which could be nothing but wrong.

"Er... I'm sorry but have you seen you?!"

"Well-"

"You have dashing features, perfect body proportions and your eyes..."she trailed off, looking straight into them with a small smile. "Your eyes tell a thousand different stories. They're beautiful."

Yoongi wondered since when he listened to strangers telling him he had beautiful eyes. His gaze remained locked with hers, trying to see what she saw, and wondering what the world looked like through her own clear blue eyes.

There was a sort of comfort that he found as they stared at each other for what seemed like forever. The music kept playing, the train kept moving but time seemed to stand still.

Dawn was first to look away, licking her lips nervously. The young man's eyes scanned her face and his gaze softened at the sight of the blush tainting her cheeks.

"You're a great artist, Dawn."he softly spoke, meaning it. "And I appreciate the portrait you made of me. I really do."

Dawn's eyes sparkled, lifting her head to look at him once more, a smile lighting up her face,

"You do?! Oh you have no idea how happy that makes me!"she exclaimed, joining her hands and shaking her head. "I've been struggling for weeks with my professor who says my drawings have got no artistic essence, which honestly hurts a little bit."

Yoongi smiled at that honest statement and nodded his head.

"I get it. My boss rarely ever agrees on my songs. He says a deaf dog could do better."

"Now that's rude."she frowned. "Wait you're a songwriter??? That's like, the dopest thing ever!!"

Yoongi chuckled at her enthusiasm, appreciating it.

"Well, trying to be."

"Omg, that's so cool! What kind of songs do you write? And do you struggle with inspiration as well or does it come flowing from the tip of your pen?"

The last question made him look at her once more, scanning her face and taking in the depth of her eyes already on him.

They're like the ocean. Deep and one can easily get lost in them.

He answered with a shake of the head, "No, it comes and go and sometimes it doesn't come for days which turns our to be quite frustrating. But I also produce songs so when I lack inspiration I go for the melody and composition itself."

Dawn nodded, highly interested before going on with another question. Yoongi patiently answered, animated, and inquired after her as well. They talked for longer then they would have thought they would, sharing their lives as artist, the pros and cons of being part of that world.

As it turned out, Dawn dreamed of showing off her own exhibition and specialize in photography. She showed some of her work to Yoongi who followed and looked through with much interest.

He liked the way her eyes sparkled and her face was animated when she talked about something she loved. He himself found comfort in sharing some of his dreams to her, dreams of becoming a renown producer and songwriter.

He even admitted that he loved rapping and chuckled when she suggested that he recorded his own mixtape.

"If you have the passion plus the talent you should most definitely go for it. I promise I'll listen to it!"

He laughed wholeheartedly, enjoying himself.

"Then I'll come to your exhibition."

"You'd better!"she teased, holding out her hand that he shook, sealing the promise.

It was a strange bond they had, two strangers in the train, randomly talking to each other and sharing their dreams and hope. Artist were fantasy people, and it was no surprise that they clicked so well.

Yoongi felt disappointed when her stop came and he barely had time to stop her from leaving, asking in a heartbeat.

"The song, what's the name of that song we listened to?"

Beaming at him, the young girl quickly answered, "the logical song."

"Thanks, see you."

"See ya!"she waved and left, her long skirt flowing with each step she made.

When Yoongi went home, a goofy smile had invaded his face and he picked up Plushy who meowed miserably and stroked her head gently, "I had a great day today Plushy, you know that?" Dropping a quick kiss on her fur, he let her go.

He went to bed and the first thing he did was add the Logical Song to his playlist, before putting it on. He smiled at the memory of the small hand grabbing on his own, and pulling him along to the seats.

His head on the pillow was filled with a pair of sea blue eyes sparkling and smiling at the same time. He found himself smiling in the dark at the memory of their long talk and the way she told him about her dreams and hopes in life.

The next day he woke up quicker than usual, getting dressed and running to the station in order to get the right train. He rushed in to their seats, sitting down and preparing his new headphones. It felt forever until her stop came and the doors opened. They were about to close on q very disappointed Yoongi when a figure slipped in, panting and looking around before settling on the young man.

Her smile instantly came back and she nodded her head, sitting across from him.

"Hey!"

"Hi"he responded quietly, eyeing her figure and the fashionable outfit she was wearing. A pair of denim pants ripped on the knees with a T-shirt saying I am kind of a big deal... with a green daim jacket and her eternal pair or black high converse.

He himself wore nothing but a black outfit with his favourite beanie.

"Ready for today?"he asked knowing from the day before that she had an important exam that afternoon.

"No..?"she said slightly unsure, looking rather nervous.

"Hey you'll do great."he softly spoke, before wondering once more why on earth he'd be encouraging this girl he barely knew and acting as though they were nothing but old friends? It felt like that anyway, eventhough the word friend made him cringe for some reason.

"Thanks. I'm really nervous though..."

Nodding his head Yoongi grabbed his bag and opened it, taking ahold of a box he handed to her.

"Here. I prepared some strawberries today because they help me with inspiration for some reason. But you should have them for today. I can assure you they'll help."

Raising her eyebrows at the kind offer, Dawn stared at the box before looking at him.

"But you prepared these for yourself-"

"Don't worry about me, I have other stuff to eat that helps me"he lied, hiding from her the fact that these strawberries which really helped with inspiration were actually his only meal of the day apart from his noodles in the evening.

"Take it."he insisted gently. "They're free"he chuckled and she eventually accepted them from his hand with a grateful smile.

"Thank you Yoongi"

Those few words made his heart swell and he shrugged it off in appearance. "It's nothing. Make sure to eat them all otherwise it doesn't work."he joked, earning a laugh from her side.

"All right then I most definitely will."

During the whole day Yoongi found inspiration for his music but struggled with an empty stomach, making him slightly more irritable.

He left work tired and grumpy, sliding in the train seat with a sigh. The melody simply wasn't right. The chords weren't harmonious enough.

The train stopped and Dawn rushed in, looking around until her eyes settled on Yoongi and she ran up to him, touching his arm, making him jump in surprise.

"Yoongi!"she greeted with sparkling eyes.

She quickly sat down in front of him,

"Guess what?!"

"Let me take a wild guess, your exam-"

"-went super well yes!!"she squealed.

"Guess the strawberries worked"he winked her way as she nodded vigorously.

"Yes thank you so much it really gave me the confidence I needed. I'm pretty sure I nailed it!"

"I'm glad"he smiled tiredly and she frowned.

"You look pretty much worn out though... did your boss yell again? Or did you not find the inspiration you needed?"

"I did, I'm just a bit tired that's all."

His stomach growled and he grimaced at the sudden expression of realization she had.

"Oh my god,.. you did eat today right?"

"Of course I did"he lied waving his hand. "I just didn't eat enough I guess."

"The strawberries "she said filled with guilt but he quickly waved it off.

"No no, hey don't worry, I'm fine."

"But you don't have a cafeteria or something where you work?"

"Nope."

"Where exactly do you work?"

"Bangtan studio. It's near Namsan tower."

"Right."

Silence settled between them and after about five seconds Yoongi scoffed with a small smile. "Enough with the guilt trip, Dawn I'm fine "

"Okay okay."she raised her hands in surrender before an idea popped into her head and once the train stopped for her, she waved and went home as quickly as possible. The meal was ready in a matter of an hour, and she packed it nicely in a few boxes, counting all the side dishes.

Her smile grew wider the next day as she held her precious package in her arms and waited for the train. She went in and to her greatest dismay, Yoongi was nowhere to be seen. Her face fell and she looked around, eyes wide as if her vision had vanished and there was something wrong with her seeing capacity.

He had to be somewhere... right? Or maybe he missed the train... she tried to make her way out but the doors closed before she could step outside.

Slightly disappointed, the young girl kept the package and made her way to work as usual. The day went by slower than usual and she couldn't wait to take the train home and see Yoongi who for some reason had become an important part of her daily life.

However Yoongi wasn't on the train home and she started to worry that maybe he'd been sick, after wearing himself out with work. She decided to wait another day and see. When he wasn't there the next day morning and evening she grew even more worried and went home pretty dejected.

She consoled herself by listening to the Logical Song reminiscing the day they'd listened to it together. She remembered the courage she'd managed to pluck up to walk up to the young man and drag him away from the crowd which seemed to bother him quite a lot.

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Part 2 coming right up!🥰

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fruitmins · 18 days

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Agust Dad—Nine

➭ summary: Your a producer from another company that he happened to be collaborating with on his 2nd album D-2. At the release party- one drunk action leads to another, you do the worst thing you can do in the industry

➭ genre: short series, pregnancy au, idol au, angst, dad au

➭ warnings: angst but also not that angsty??, rushed to edit this so WILL have mistakes, self hate talk, poor communication skills

note: wow been a while. in the months i’ve been gone it’s turned into a new year and i’ve just recently turned the age of a legal adult (hooray?). how have you guys been? this chapter hit a lil too personally as someone who cannot communicate and pushes ppl out so i hope y’all like it😭🫰🏾again taglist is: closed.

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You were stupid.

As much as you wanted to gaslight yourself into the thinking that the few days of silence is just what you need to clear your mind and have some space after all of the hectic chaos going around, it wasn’t as peaceful as you hoped. The silence started to turn more uncomfortable, becoming deafening and depressing quickly.

So on the third day, when the ringing of the doorbell broke the silence, somewhere inside the self pity you had been drowning in the last couple of days was grateful.

It’s short lived.

Being the baby mama of a famous Kpop idol billionaire, you knew it was only a matter of time before someone came knocking and looking for you sooner or later. That part you guessed. What was making you nervous was the fact that you didn’t know who was going to come.

Was it a crazy fan who somehow managed to find out where you stayed (which was still in Yoongi’s house, ironically)? Was it a member of BTS themselves? Or worst of all, was it Yoongi.

The thought made you so nervous and sick to your stomach. Out of all the awkward interactions you were avoiding the one with Yoongi the most, though that wasn’t hard to do recently. You had kicked him out and broke your only form of communication aka your phone.

There’s a knock on the door a couple seconds later, not a doorbell, a knock. Then another, and another. There is a sense of urgency to the knocks, like whoever is at the door is afraid to wait any longer before trying to speak to you.

You finally get up from the bed, your legs shaking a little bit from standing. You move slowly towards the door, trying to calm your nerves.

It is too silent outside the door, and you have no idea about the identity of the person standing outside. It can be anyone, and in a way, it's scary but you have half a brain to look through the peephole to prepare yourself for whoever it is.

Your eyes widen and your face pales when you see a familiar face, one you hadn’t really thought about. Harin.

She doesn’t look her best which was unlike her. Usually she’d have on at least a bit of makeup and dress nicely, no matter where she was or where she was going. She was classy, and always had on a caring, bright smile. No matter how much struggle it was being in the spotlight because of Jin or being away from Jin because of his job, she was strong. She was everything you wanted to be, you in an alternate universe where you had met Yoongi under the right circumstances.

But looking at her now, on your doorstep with very noticeable eyebags and a dying look of worry, some guilt hits you, and all you want to do is throw the door open and cry into her arms. You had always kept people and friends at a distance, it felt so different to want to seek out someone’s comfort. Maybe this is what it was like to trust and care heavily about people, you didn’t know. Everything nowadays was new to you.

You slowly open the door with a shaky hand, your heart skipping a beat when her head snaps over to the sound of it finally opening.

“Harin..” her name slips from your mouth in a shaky breathless voice. Harin nods, her entire face filled with compassion and worry. One look at you and she can see that you haven't been doing well at all and you can only imagine the amount of pity she’s feeling.

She looks at you for a moment before speaking softly. "I heard about everything that's been going on, please... let me come inside." Her voice is calm and reassuring, as if trying to be as gentle as possible with you. She was treating you as a time bomb, and as much as you wanted that to anger you, it was impossible to be mad at her.

You open your mouth but nothing comes out, you want to tell her it’s not a good time or something. You want to turn her away, like you do with everyone else in your life, like you did with Yoongi. You want to go back to drowning in your sorrows and depression until eventually you become a rock.

But she looks so emotional, so hurt. And suddenly you don’t have the balls to push her away. For the first time ever, you let someone in. You let someone help you instead of pushing them out.

“Okay.” You say weakly, barely being able to direct your voice to her. You open the door more and move to the side so she can come inside.

Harin nods, her eyes widening as she steps inside before closing the door behind her quietly. She doesn't say anything more, going directly towards you. Without warning, she enfolds you in a warm and gentle hug.

"Oh, Y/N, I'm so sorry for everything," she whispers passionately, rubbing the top of your back. "I-I'm just so sorry." Her voice is small but filled with emotion.

The sudden hug catches you off guard, and to your own surprise you melt immediately into the warm comforting embrace.

“Sorry? What are you sorry for?” You ask, fighting back a smile as you hug her back tightly.

Harin lets out a sigh. "So, So many things," she whispers. "I'm sorry you're going through this right now, I'm sorry I haven't been there for you enough. I-"

She can't continue, her words choking her up but you are quick to shake your head dismissively anyways. “Stop. If anything I should be sorry. I took the spotlight off of you and Jin’s special accomplishment. I messed up your proposal and I’ll probably just mess up your wedding too so you shouldn’t even invite-“

“Stop,” she’s the one to say it this time, frowning and shaking her head. “You’re absolutely going to be at my wedding. You’re my best friend.” She says passionately, pulling away from the hug to look you in your eyes. “I'm not letting you go through this alone, no matter how hard things get..."

“Thank you, Harin.” You respond in a whisper, your heart fluttering as you pull her back into the hug tightly. Seconds after there’s a small stab of pain in your stomach, causing me to groan and close your eyes and lean onto her for support.

Harin flinches as she feels your sudden

movement towards her, then notices your hand grab onto your stomach. Her heart sinks when she realizes what it means, her eyes flaring with shock and concern.

"Your stomach... does it hurt?" she asks softly, her voice filled with worry for you. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah..” you take a step back to ground yourself. “Just been stressed lately.” You mumble, trying but failing to reassure her.

"I know the feeling..." Harin whispers, still looking at your abdomen. “Come sit.” She says, holding your hand and ushering you to sit down.

“Thanks..” you mumble, slowly sitting onto the couch as Harin watches you closely as she helps you settle. "You sure everything with the baby is okay?" she whispers softly, her eyes filled with concern and worry.

“I think.” ‘I hope.’

“I don’t want to go outside, let alone a hospital.” You say with a sigh, looking up at Harin who gives you a sympathetic expression. She nods in understanding, “I know how you feel," she says quietly. "The outside can be so scary at times... especially when there are so many people watching your every move."

You let out a small smile and nod, of course Harin understood. You couldn’t imagine all she had been through when she first started dating Seokjin. It was a relief to have at least one person who knew what you were going through. Her and someone else.

“..How’s Yoongi?” The words fly out of your mouth before you can stop them. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a tiny bit concerned curious about how he was doing. But you knew a part of you were asking from a place of guilt, some part of you knew you had overreacted the slightest bit. Because it was like you, to push people away when things got too serious.

Harin’s eyes widen in surprise, almost as if she was surprised you even brought him up. She blinks a few times before speaking. "I talked to him earlier today," she whispers softly.

She opens her mouth again, lashing hesitantly before actually saying anything. She looks at you for a few moments, debating on whether or not she should continue. She looks thoughtful for a moment - then lets out an exhausted sigh.

"He's been really worried about you," she states honestly, letting out a short breath. "He was really hurting when you kicked him out... honestly, he's not doing too well right now."

“Really?” You don’t want to admit that the news is sickening, because you still cared about him, despite everything. Harin nods, “Jin says it’s worse than when they first debuted. Overworking himself, not eating, not speaking.”

Your elbows go to your knees as you bury your face in your hands. To say you felt awful was an understatement. “I don’t know what to do, Harin. I just..I felt hurt. He kept something so big from me no matter what the reason.” You shake your head, swallowing nervously.

“What would you have done?”

She winced, thinking about if she was in your shoes. "I... I would have heard him out, before I made my decision," she says softly and you sigh, knowing she was probably right. "I understand that you felt betrayed," she admits. "But it wasn't intentional, he just didn't know how to talk to you..."

She looks at the ground, her voice softening even more. "He didn't know how to handle this... honestly, neither one of you do. But there's still a chance you can work things out if you talk to each other."

You swallow, tears welling up in your eyes as a bunch of emotions cloud your mind. “I don’t know how to do that Harin. How to communicate.”

Her face immediately softened, pulling you into another hug. “Give it as much time as you need for yourself," she continues. "Just don't shut him out... he wants to be there for you... just like I do."

Harin looks at you for a moment then smiles. "You're not alone now, okay?"

Your eyes go to the phone in pieces next to the wall at her words as your mind wanders to similar words.

i’m here now

The first stupid text that started everything. The text that you stupidly didn’t listen to. The stupid text that showed how horrible you were for not communicating when he was.

You were stupid.

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bergandysam · 1 year

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BTS Fic Recs pt 2

purely because i am trying to keep track of what i have read and want to read in the future lol.

‼️18+ minors DNI, if you choose to anyways, PLEASE be careful. try to heed our warnings, we have them for a reason‼️

teachers pet 8 JK

reflection RM to read

on the borderline JM to read

aim for the heart JK to read

lost and found JM to read

yet to come JK to read

in motion 09 JK

a fine line 12 RM

raise the barre 09 JM im not ready for 3 chapters of angst

last for life 03 JM

flip and reverse it 02 JH

mostly smut ngl :-)

also lots of one shots

recommend:

[not in any particular order] [if any users would like me to remove their post from this list please let me know and i will do so immediately!]

YOONGI:

twirl for me @gimmethatagustd

dilf!au, angst, smut, series (ongoing),

surround me @yoonivy 10k

BFF2l, FLUFF, smut, one shot

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SEOKJIN:

raspberry truffles @gukyi 5k

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dick n go @winetae 12.8k

hook up!jin, crack, smut, one shot,

christmas warfare @gimmethatagustd 14.5k XMAS

exes2l, FLUFF, smut, one shot, jin is honestly the cutest thing ever. one shot

catch of the century @joheunsaram MULTI

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knocked @sailoryooons

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NAMJOON:

the dimple theory @e-cm 18k

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all night @luaspersona

s2l, BBF, honestly just pure filthy smut. lil fluff, one shot 12k… 12k all smut. so fkn good 👨‍🍳💋

Hooked @joopiterjoon (AO3, also on tumblr) 103k

s2l, honestly idiots2l, fluff, ANGST, smut, series (completed),

you wanna beat the fuck out of MC in the best and worst ways possible. 2 endings btw.

real magic @here2bbtstrash 16.7k XMAS

s2l, WAHH SOFT JOON, fluff, smut, joon is so awkward like always i love him, one shot

the stand in @yoonia

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all i need is me @yoonkimint

idol!joon, SMAU, fluff, angst, a lil fast paced but cute asf, i love this joon but he a lil bitch, series

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small town hallmark!au, FLUFF, i love historian namjoon so much, angst, smut (at the end)

JUNGKOOK:

across a crowded room @monimonimoon 10.7k

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streams and sheets @astralmono 10k

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risque @mercurygguk

older!jk, smut, fluff, angst, series ongoing,

long way home @sparklingchim

dilf!jk, f2l, angst, fluff, series ongoing

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boxer!jk, HONESTLY PURE SMUT. LIKE SMUT WITH A LIL PLOT

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uni!au, fluff, smut, SIGGGHHHH nerdy jk 🤭🤭

HOSEOK:

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blue side @hamsterclaw 7.7k

f2l, smut, angst, lil fluff

sonic rain @jungblue 25k

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TAEHYUNG:

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much better @yoonivy 18k

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part 2

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JIMIN:

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darkjimxn · 20 days

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The Crab Cult || PJM

Summary: a new year of university has begun, but the crab cult remains the same as it's always been.

Pairing: archmajor!Jimin x archmajor!reader

Genre: university au, smau, crack

Warnings: none

A/N: I just discovered smaus and I just knew I had to make one. Also, I don't know when I'll be able to work on UIY because exam month has begun :(

Chapter Index:

Profiles | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | ongoing...

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melancholy-of-nadia · 10 months

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Distraction (m) | myg

title: Distraction pairing: yoongi x f. reader rating/genre: m ; smut ; Agust D Universe (AgustDverse?) specifically in the Haegeum Universe ; Gang Leader / Mafia AU summary: After a series of circumstances leads you to be the assistant/right-hand woman of Bangkok's local thief/gang leader Min Suga, you're diligent in fulfilling your role in helping him take down Detective (& Underground Mafia Boss) Agust D. What you didn't expect in this role, was to catch your own boss reading p*rngraphic material during his free time and finding out there are consequences to distracting him. warnings: dirty talk, hair pulling, slight riding, fingering, breast play, nipple sucking, slight body worship if you squint, COCKWARMING, orgasm denial kinda, she's being punished, There's two Yoongis and Thief ver. is Suga/Yoongi while the Mafia Boss is Agust D IM PUTTING A WARNING FOR THESE MEN ARE DANGEROUS note: this is my first time ever writing a bts fic AND smut in a fic. I've written fics 10 years ago for different fandoms and i never thought I'd be doing this again but I got too stuck on this idea that I needed to LET IT OUT. shout out to my beta reader @daegudrama for beta reading and being a great supporter. Idk if I'll ever expand on this fic but here it is. FEEDBACK & Comments are much appreciated !! total word count: 3.6k drop date: july 1st 2023, 12:00pm pst CROSS POSTED ON AO3 here (honeyjamjoon is my user on there) - -

You stood at the entrance of Suga's run-down, yet aesthetically-looking office in the heart of Bangkok’s Chinatown.

After an abundance of incidents, you begun working as his assistant and right-hand woman in his underground operations to take down Asia Pacific Police Detective Agust D, who moonlights as a mafia leader on the down low. A mafia leader who looks exactly like him. Someone you used to be acquainted with at some point.

As you pushed open the ornate wooden door slightly, you found Suga lying down on the sofa, engrossed in an erotic women's magazine. His face adorned with his signature mischievous smirk as he turned a few pages. Men, you thought to yourself while trying to prevent a scoff from coming out your lips.

"Yoongi," you called out, your voice cutting through the silence of the room. Since you two were closer compared to his other men, you called out to him by his real name often.

Startled, Yoongi quickly closed the magazine and tossed it aside, his expression shifting to one of mild annoyance. "Hey doll, can't you knock? I was in the middle of something." Doll, his endearing nickname for you always made you feel some type of way.

You raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence as you crossed my arms. "Oh, I'm sorry, Boss. I didn't know reading Playboy magazines was part of your daily agenda." you commented sarcastically, rolling your eyes in the process.

Yoongi's cheeks flushed slightly, caught red-handed by his sharp-witted assistant. He cleared his throat, attempting to regain his composure. "It's...research. Yeah, research on...current trends."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his unusually flustered response. You sauntered closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, Boss, if you're done 'researching,' perhaps we can focus on more pressing matters?"

Yoongi let out a deep sigh, realizing he had been caught in his moment of leisure. "You're right, doll. Let's get down to business.” He moved from his position and straightened up his posture, all business-mode Suga once again. “What's the latest update on Agust?"

As you provided a detailed report on Agust D’s actions, you couldn't help but notice a twinkle of amusement in Yoongi's eyes. He had always been a man of few words, but his gaze held a silent appreciation for your wit and fearlessness in this line of work. Since meeting Yoongi, your professional relationship with him had always been one of mutual respect and trust, despite the dark world you both inhabited.

"You've done well, doll," Yoongi finally acknowledged at the end of your report, his voice laced with admiration. "I appreciate your dedication in doing this. This isn’t easy work, especially with so many eyes and ears working for Agust."

Your heart swelled with pride, knowing that your efforts were recognized by your boss, your leader. However, you know you can’t be feeling a certain type of way over his innocent comments. You took a step closer, your voice lowering to a whisper. "Boss, may I remind you that there are eyes and ears on you too? It's crucial to maintain a certain level of decorum and professionalism."

Yoongi's lips curled into a sly side smile, his gaze locking with yours. "You're absolutely right. We should be more careful, especially when it comes to our private activities."

Your eyes widened in realization, understanding the underlying meaning in Yoongi's words. He can’t be trying to insinuate something, right? Being the brat you are, you decided to play along with his statement . A playful grin spread across your face as you sat on the opposite side of the sofa, crossing your arms once again.

"Well, Boss, if you're looking for some 'private activities,' you could always start by hiring a proper assistant to keep you entertained."

Yoongi's eyebrows shot up, surprised by your audacity. A flicker of amusement danced in his eyes as he leaned back on the sofa. "Is that so? And who would you recommend for the position?"

You pretended to ponder for a moment, "Perhaps someone who knows your every move, can anticipate your needs, and can effortlessly keep you on your toes…”

“Someone like… you?" Yoongi smirked as he leaned closer, his voice filled with mischief. Your cheeks flushed with a mix of shyness and shock that he played this far into your game. "Well, in that case, I suppose I'll have to interview you for the position."

Damn, he got you cornered. Was this a dream, you thought to yourself. Usually when you’d have playful banter with Yoongi, he’d edge you on with his words and then immediately move onto business. But right now you’re left speechless.

“Cat got your tongue?” He chuckled. Funny words coming from the same man who looked and acted like a cat himself at times.

“N-No..just.. dumbfounded.” You stumbled on your nervous response before giggling, “You got me good, Yoongi.” And this is where the game ended, or so you thought.

Yoongi locked eyes with you as he reached out and gently grasped your trembling hand. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through you, causing your breath to hitch. He tugged your hand gently, coaxing you to move closer to him.

"Doll," he said softly, his tone laced with a mix of authority and tenderness. "There's no need to get so shy around me all of a sudden."

Feeling a mixture of panic and excitement, you allowed Yoongi to guide you closer until you stood right in front of him. In a swift yet gentle motion, Yoongi pulled you onto his lap, your legs straddled him. Your heart pounded in your chest as you found yourself nestled against him, his arms wrapped protectively around your waist.

Yoongi's voice, now filled with a soothing warmth, resonated in your ear. "You may act bratty and shy, doll, but I can see through your facade. I know you're into this” He used one hand to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, “And I'm more than happy to oblige."

Your eyes widened, breath catching in your throat at his bold words. Yet, you couldn't deny the exhilarating truth behind them. A mix of embarrassment and desire coursed through your veins as you looked into Yoongi's eyes, your own filled with a mix of uncertainty and longing. You’ve been waiting for a moment like this for so long, but it felt silly to even believe it could happen one day. Let alone on a day where you catch Yoongi looking at porn. Sounds too good to be true.

In that moment, Yoongi tightened his hold on you and gently lifted you up a little. He glanced at you wholly, taking in the sight before him. He had always thought you were beautiful since the first day you encountered him in the night market while he was being chased by Agust D’s men. He too, didn’t imagine he’d have you to himself, but somehow the sexual frustration of not having time to pleasure himself pushed a button in him to try to make a move.

He continued his movements by sliding his hands above your waist, approaching the peaks of your breasts. The soft touch sent shivers down your spine, and a blush crept across your cheeks. He looked at you to see if you were okay with moving further, to which you locked eyes with him and nodded your confirmation.

He began fondling your breasts slowly, tracing patterns of desire along your trembling flesh. His large hands on you felt so good it elicited soft gasps of pleasure from your lips. But you craved more. You wanted to feel him closer, and it seemed that he felt the same. He moved his hands to unbutton your sleeveless button front shirt from the top to bottom and then removed the garment completely.

Under the shirt revealed a white floral lace bra with a cute pink ribbon in the center. "You know, doll," he murmured, his voice husky with desire, "Your bra is surprisingly cute." The sudden comment from Yoongi made your cheeks flush even more with a mix of embarrassment and pride. “It contrasts your workaholic demeanor. It’s nice to see a new side to you.”

Flushed and with a playful glint in your eyes, you mustered the courage to break free from your momentary shyness. With a teasing smile, you looked at Yoongi and whispered, “Shut up and just keep going,”

To which he smirked up at you and did just as you commanded. He went ahead and removed your bra, exposing your breasts to the slightly colder room temperature causing your nipples to pebble slowly. Yoongi groaned, squeezing your breasts together, and sucked a nipple between his lips.

Mesmerizing sounds left your mouth when he flicked your nipple with his tongue and gently bit down. His tongue swirled around your sensitive areola, teasing it to a stiff peak as he cupped and massaged your other breast with one hand. Holding yourself steady with your fingers weaved through his pretty, long dark hair, you leaned back and arched your chest in toward his face.

You craved more besides these touches to your delicate breasts, but fearing changes in your ‘boss and right-hand man’ relationship with Yoongi had you hesitating further. You moved your hands to the top of his shoulders to push him away from your chest. “Maybe we shouldn’t keep going, Yoongi.” You looked at him, before deciding to look away and continue speaking, “We’ve been focused on taking down Agust D, and if we do this… it might get in the way of our goals.”

Yoongi let out a deep chuckle, “You know goals are one thing, but you think I haven’t noticed the way your body language radiates when you’re around me.”

Your eyes widened, “W-What do you mean?” You weren’t being that obvious about these underlying work crush feelings, have you?

“The way you carry yourself when we tease each other? When you sway your ass in your little skirts to get me riled up?” He lifted a brow up inquisitively, hands drawing circles on your thighs to carry his point home. “I know you too well to know you want this too.”

You scoffed, “Hah? Yoongi, I think all the porn mags and hentai mangas you’ve read during your free time has gotten to your head.” You cupped his face with your small palms (in comparison to his large hands) and looked at him intently. “Maybe it’s time to ease up on that, sir.”

“I’m serious, doll.” He grabbed your hands away from his face and stared harshly, “I'd rather have you in my arms, feeling your warmth against me, than flipping through those Playboy magazines during my free time."

Literally, no words could release from your lips. You’re just awestruck that this carefree man who threw witty and sarcastic remarks on a daily basis could have conjured such a confession to you. You found it endearing in a way, knowing his exterior is just a facade and inside lies a compassionate soul named Min Yoongi.

At this moment, you decided to surrender, allowing yourself to be consumed by the passion growing between the two of you. Embraced in the untamed fire that blazed in Yoongi's eyes. “Then, keep going. Waiting to see how you’ll keep me entertained.”

Quickly, Yoongi's lips descended upon yours, the kiss ignited an unknown sensation inside of you. The taste of anticipation lingered in the air as your mouths melded together in a fervent fight. His lips, soft yet demanding, explored every contour of yours, coaxing forth sighs of pleasure that escaped each others’ entwined breaths.

Feeling a bit assertive, you gently bit his lips as a signal for him to allow your tongue to intertwined with his, to which he smiled and let you in. Both your movements synchronized, a blend of dominance and tenderness. However, which each stroke of his tongue, he claimed your mouth, marking you as his own in a surge of possessiveness that sent shivers cascading down your spine.

As your bodies pressed closer, the intensity and eagerness to have him inside you grew. You once again let your fingers find solace in the soft strands of Yoongi's hair, tugging a bit which he responded to with a groan. Breaths mingling with the heady mix of desire that filled the room. Your hips meet Yoongi’s hard cock, visibly straining against his demin jeans, as you begin lightly grinding against him, needing to relieve yourself of this feeling blooming in your abdomen.

However, unbeknownst to you, Yoongi had other plans in mind. He suddenly held down your thighs to prevent you from moving further. You whine at him, frustrated.

“Doll, I’m not gonna fully give you what you want right now.” The mischievous glint in his gaze betrayed his desire for retribution. He saw an opportunity to playfully punish you for catching him indulging in the guilty pleasure of his magazine. “Since you interrupted me earlier, I’m only going to let you sit on my cock as punishment. No riding.”

“Are you serious right now–” You paused, Yoongi lifting an inquisitive brow up in response. If you kept arguing with him, his stubborn self will deprive you of everything at this moment, his desires be damned. The thing you didn’t need right now was for him to command you to watch him jerk off or leave the room and go find someone else to fulfill his needs. “...Fine, Boss. Your wish is…my command.” You sighed, gripping his shoulders.

“Condom?”

“No, it’s okay. I take birth control.” He eyed you intently. “NOT for what you think. I take it to regulate my cycle.” You responded, annoyed while he chuckled. Not like you had the time to be fucking people left and right in this high stakes job you had. You take your role very seriously, mind him.

He lifted you so he’s able to lift his own hips up to pull his pants down. He pulled his dick out and you stared at how it sprung up against his stomach, almost to full hardness already. It’s so thick and fat, you thought to yourself. You had imagined how he’d look underneath his clothes, but your thoughts never compared to the [reality of his] pale pink dick with small drops of precum at the top of the head. Yoongi took note of your glances and exhaled harshly. He slid his hands up your thighs to the hem of your skirt and pulled it to where your pink striped panties came into his sight.

“You’re seriously so cute, you know that?” You mumbled a shut up as your cheeks reddened from his continued compliments. He pushed your panties to the side, placing two fingers teasingly at your entrance, collecting the wetness that you already displayed. "Do you need to be prepped more? Or can you take my cock without it?" He locked eyes with you as he slipped his two fingers easily in, quickly causing your walls to tighten around his digits.

“I-It’s fine, Yoongi,” You moaned his name quietly. You knew you were wet enough from the previous motions that you could do without it. “Just put your dick inside me already so we can call it a day.." He raised his eyebrows at your commanding attitude. "P-Please..”

Chuckling, he pulled his fingers out and grabbed your hips again. He took his throbbing dick in his hand and lined it up to your entrance. He sunk you down, slowly taking him in inch by inch, the thickness stretched you out more than you expected. You moaned out as quietly as you could, still struggling to fit all of him inside you. Yoongi kept a hand on your hips to guide you down, while the other caressed your back in reassurance.

"Keep going, love." Love? A new nickname? "You’re doing great." He praised, while trying his best to hold in beautiful sounds of his own.

With his encouraging words, you took a deep breath and moved down until your pussy had swallowed him whole, his head right against your cervix. "Just right…you did it," Yoongi cooed. He cupped your cheeks and made you look at him. "How does this feel?"

You’re starting to lose composure already, "I-It feels g-good…" you stammered, dragging out the last word while letting your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"Great, but..” He stretched out to grab the D-Grayman vol 22 manga lying around on the table “Don’t you dare move. I’m gonna read."

“I can’t believe you… you sick, sick man.” His laughter rolled through him, which involuntarily created a ripple of pleasure building within your cunt, a warmth growing again and spreading through your every nerves. Besides the fact that his warm cock was snug within you, filling you more completely than a dildo of yours could ever, you couldn't recall another moment where you’ve felt so content. While at first you were scared of crossing a line in your relationship, you can’t deny this feels just right.

He wrapped his right around your waist, while using his left to hold his book and flip the pages. Perks of having big hands, you wonder what else they could do. You laid your head on his right shoulder, eyes slowly squeezing shut. Maybe you should take a nap.

However, while Yoongi seemed to be nonchalant and relaxed, he was struggling a lot more than you to not say fuck this and fuck you roughly in a cowgirl position. Because just as you were relaxing, suddenly his cock fucking twitched. You gasped, your cunt clenching involuntarily and wrapping tighter around his length. A shiver shot up your spine as you instinctively pushed back on him, taking him even deeper into you from a higher angle.

“Yoongi, I swear..”

“Sorry. That was on me, doll.” He went back to reading before adding on a few minutes later, “I’m tempted to fuck you, but I’ll save it for another time. If I give in now, I’ll probably want to fuck you everywhere and anywhere we go. Want to teach you a lesson.”

“Yoongi!” Your eyes widened and you smacked his back. He chuckled lowly. Pisces men really are lowkey sex freaks. You don’t know what you’d do if this man asks you if he can tie you up with ropes or vice versa. Let’s hope he’s just into vanilla shit for the sake of your sanity,

For the rest of the time, he stayed true to his word and remained resilient. At some point, you drifted off to dreamland, feeling so comfortable and cozy sitting on his dick. You faintly felt a kiss on your temple, though you’re not sure if you dreamed it, or if Yoongi actually did it. You didn’t bother thinking too much about it now.

The next thing you know, you woke up later that afternoon, laying down on the sofa with a blanket covering you. You glanced around to find Yoongi, but he was nowhere in sight. You checked your phone on the table and saw text messages from 35 minutes ago

Yoongi: Hey doll, got a call from joon saying he found the drug operation Agust D is hiding above that one good noodle shop in chinatown. I had to go with him and some of the guys ready to bust it down. I’ll be sure to to get you a bowl of noodles when I’m done.

Yoongi: Extra beef and very spicy, right?

God, you’re actually gonna fall in love with this man. He really does pay attention to the little details about you more than you realized.

You text back knowing he’s probably not going to be back for a bit longer.

Y/N: Yes pls! Don’t forget to bring some chopsticks.

Yoongi: 👍

Not long after, before the sun sunk underneath the horizon, he arrived back to the office holding a bag of take-out food from Asian Beef Noodle shop. “Sorry to keep you waiting. We got everything taken care of.”

Your eyes lit up with admiration as you sat up on the couch, your lips curling into a grateful smile. "Great job, boss."

Yoongi's gaze softened as he placed the tray of noodles on the coffee table in front of you. He took a seat beside you, his shoulder brushing against yours. "I appreciate your support, doll. So, I brought these noodles as a small peace offering."

"You're forgiven, I suppose,” You chuckled, voice filled with soft warmth. “Noodles are easily the best way to my heart."

Your playful comment sent a spark of anticipation through Yoongi. He grinned, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Well, I’ll make it up to you later, for being so good. Look forward to tonight," he whispered, his voice laced with a sultry tone.

Your cheeks flushed at the promise in his words, your gaze meeting his with a mixture of desire and excitement. “You’re making me embarrassed,” you sighed, replying further with a sultry voice with anticipation. “But, you better not disappoint. I’ll leave your side!” You joked, both of you laughing at the silliness of this conversation

Despite the fluttering emotions from earlier reawakening from his words, you two continued to share a comfortable silence, the aroma of the noodles filling the air. With a newfound sense of closeness, you two dug into the delicious meal, savoring the flavors and basking in the afterglow of their earlier passion. It was a moment of shared contentment, where the chaos of both your lives momentarily faded away, leaving only the warmth of connection and comfort of each other's presence.

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kwanisms · 4 months

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🎄 Tales from Camp Holiday Special 06 🎄

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➮ choir teacher!Seungkwan × fem!Reader wc: 10.9k summary: While organizing a children's choir show, Seungkwan runs into an old fling who offers to help him corral the kids and help run the show. genres/themes/au: angst (only a little), fluff (a lot), smut (also a lot); holiday themes; non idol au, choir teacher au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, mentions of alcohol consumption, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! taglist: @yoonguurt @wonw00t @aikisbbq @enhacolor @duchesskaren @sherituhhh @wonderfulshinee @gaebestie @drunk-on-dk @seokgyuu @salty-for-suga @aaniag @dnylwoo @1004luvangel join my taglists: main | TFC: Holiday Special closes when part 7 goes up! Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL ALSO BE BLOCKED.

a/n: Seungkwan’s was initially the longest piece before I wrote Wonwoo’s whopping 12k novel in the OG series. I’ve grown as a writer since then so I wanted to explore more with writing for Seungkwan because while he’s my ult bias and the absolute love of my life, I actually don’t write a lot for him so when I do, I like to go a little above and beyond for my fellow Kwannie enthusiasts. So here’s the conclusion to our Lord and Savior, Boo Seungkwan’s part. Thank you so much for reading and if you enjoyed this part, please consider reblogging as it really helps me reach a larger audience. As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: unprotected sex (use protection pls. Don’t be like these two idiots lol), dubcon (they’re both pretty drunk), oral (f receiving, m receiving and it’s pretty messy), dirty talk (and lots of it cause whew), Seungkwan has a stocking & lingerie kink, begging (Seungkwan because I believe he’s pretty when he’s all flustered, red in the face, and begging), orgasm denial (m receiving), some thigh fucking (cause why not!), fingering (f receiving), power bottom!Seungkwan, slight voice kink on the MC’s part, and I think that’s all. Let me know if I missed any!

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“Alright, everyone, places please!” Seungkwan called, clapping his hands and looking over the children.

“That’s my spot!”

“Stop shoving!”

“Mr. Seungkwan, Annie took my spot!”

“Hey, that’s mine!”

Seungkwan sighed as the kids around him bickered as they lined up. This was proving to be much for him to handle. Why didn’t he agree to have an assistant? He shook his head before calling over the children’s heads again.

“Please, everyone. We need to get back to practice!” he said. “Annie, your spot is here and Jordan, there you are. Stephen, please stop pushing, we don’t push. Carrie, give Dalton back his hat.” Wrangling twenty-one children was a lot of work but it was his job as a choir teacher at an elementary school.

Upon graduating from university, Seungkwan landed this job and was surprised to find he loved it. He loved singing and teaching. Sure, the kids were hard to control sometimes but they were kids after all. He knows he was probably a handful for his mother at that age.

Once the kids were in line, Seungkwan made sure they were all accounted for before beginning practice. He’d chosen to arrange a holiday choir for the school’s Holiday Festival and had given his students the option of joining, telling them they didn’t have to if they didn’t want to. The other music teacher, Molly, had offered to help him and Seungkwan politely turned her down, thinking he could manage.

To be fair, he could manage but only just. He was barely floating at this point and the kids, as much as he loved them, were wearing him and his patience thin. If this had been his friends, he would have already been yelling at them, cursing between every word but these were kids.

He unfortunately had to be the adult.

“Let’s take it from the top,” he instructed, holding his hands up to direct. “One, two, three…”

Practice had gone about as well as he could expect. The kids were able to get through two of the planned songs before one of the boys, Evan, had a full blown meltdown over the girl next to him yawning. Thankfully the parents arrived to pick up their kids right after and Seungkwan was free to go home.

He stopped by the store on his way, remembering the grocery list on his phone. The store seemed to be a little busier than usual, the holidays being the time of the year where everyone was cooking and baking for family and entertaining friends. Seungkwan managed to snag a parking space close to the doors as a light mist started to fall over the city. He pulled his hat on and got out of his car, heading for the store quickly.

Once inside, he grabbed a cart, pulling out his phone to go over his list and start shopping. It wasn’t his favorite thing in the world but he really did relish the time he got alone in the store. It was the only place he could feel truly alone. At work, he was surrounded by children and at home, he shared an apartment with his best friends.

Seungkwan made a turn into an aisle, looking for pasta sauce when his cart ran into another and he stopped, apologizing profusely. His eyes looked up and widened in surprise as they landed on the person pushing the cart.

“Well, well, well, Boo Seungkwan,” you said with an amused smile. “Long time no see.”

Seungkwan offered a sheepish smile. What were the odds? He’d spilled his guts about the time you and he were camp counselors and hooked up at his last camping trip with his friends and here you were months later. It had been years since he’d seen you and he was captivated by the way you didn’t seem to have changed much but also at the same time, you changed a lot.

“Wow, Y/N,” he replied. “How have you been?” He watched as you shrugged. “Can’t complain,” you replied. “Just been working. I got back from an overseas assignment,” you added. Seungkwan looked at you with surprise. “Whoa, that’s amazing!”

“Yeah! It was really cool. But what about you? What have you been up to?” you asked.

Seungkwan felt his cheeks grow warm. “Uhm,” he hesitated. “I heard you got a job as a vocal teacher, is that right?” you asked. Seungkwan nodded wordlessly before finding his voice. “Yeah, I did,” he answered. “Elementary kids. They have music class divided. One vocal teacher and one music teacher.”

You smiled widely. “That’s great! I know how much you love working with kids.”

Seungkwan nodded. “Yeah, they’re really testing my patience though,” he added in an undertone making you laugh, throwing your head back. God how he had missed your laugh. “Boo Seungkwan, getting his patience tested? Unheard of,” you joked, making him join in your laughter.

“Yeah,” he started, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. “It’s just we’re putting on this Holiday Festival and I’m in charge of the choir. These kids signed up for it, it’s not like this is for a grade,” he explained. “But they’re just so restless.”

You nodded as you listened to his worries.

“I’ve been trying to wrangle these kids but it’s really wearing me down,” he explained and you frowned slightly. “Do you need some help?” you asked, making him look up at you. “What?” he asked softly. You offered a warm smile. “I could help, if you’d like?”

Seungkwan couldn’t describe the relief he felt when you offered. Yet he knew he couldn’t accept your help so easily. “Oh no,” he said, shaking his head. “I couldn’t ask that of you,” he added. You shook your head with a light laugh. “You aren’t asking, Seungkwan,” you replied. “I’m offering.”

Seungkwan made a show of thinking about it before he gave in. “Yes, okay. I could really use some help,” he said quickly, making you giggle. “See? That wasn’t so hard,” you said with a smile as you pulled your phone out. “Is your number the same?”

“Uhh, no,” Seungkwan said, patting his pockets and managing to locate his phone. Once you had swapped new contact information, Seungkwan slipped the device back in his pocket. “I should probably finish this,” he said, gesturing to the shopping cart in front of him. You nodded, placing your hands on your own handlebar. “Same,” you replied. “My mom will kill me if I don’t get back with ample time for her to make dinner.” Seungkwan smiled as you looked up at him.

“Just text me the time and location of the next practice and I’ll be there.”

You let Seungkwan go first, watching as he disappeared around the corner before you headed on to finish your own shopping.

Seungkwan felt like he was speedrunning the rest of his shopping to get to the check out, hoping you might finish around the same time but unfortunately he didn’t see you again in the shop. Outside, he opened the trunk of his car, placing his groceries inside before shutting it and returning the cart.

On the drive home, Seungkwan reminisced about your time together at camp and your long standing rivalry. It wasn’t lost on him how things had changed over the years. In some of his free time, he found himself wondering what you were up to. How had life been treating you? What had changed?

After seeing you again, he was surprised to see not much had changed at all. Sure, you were both a little older, a little wiser, but you looked almost exactly the same. You had a different aura about you, though Seungkwan couldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly that was giving you said aura.

Upon arriving home, Seungkwan put the groceries away, taking note that his roommate was not home before he decided to start making dinner. While he cooked, his thoughts drifted to you before remembering he needed to text you where to meet him and what time.

He fished his phone out of his pocket and pulled up your contact, hesitating for a moment as he looked at your picture. It was one he’d taken of you at camp all those years ago. The last day he saw you before you both graduated from university and started working, no longer free to work summer camps.

[flashback - 3 years ago]

“Wow,” you exclaimed, hand raised over your eyes as you shielded the sun and looked out over the ocean. “It’s so blue!” Seungkwan smiled as he looked at you. “Come on,” he said, tugging your hand. “Hang on,” you said, pulling from his grip and walking over the sand where the water was washing up onto the shore. “I’ve never been to the ocean,” you exclaimed with a laugh.

Seungkwan walked over slowly, watching you stand and wait for the water to return. As it washed over your barefeet, you squealed in excitement, looking up at him with a bright smile.

It was the last few days of the summer vacation before your final year of university. Soon you would be heading back home for school and after graduation, Seungkwan wasn’t sure when he’d see you again, if ever. He’d invited you to spend a couple weeks in Jeju with him, visiting his family before he, too, returned to school.

“We can come back,” he said, taking your hand in his and lacing your fingers together, giving you a slight tug. “There’s something I want to show you,” he added and led you away from the shoreline and back towards the path he’d been trying to take you on. He stopped, letting you brush the sand off your feet and put your sandals on before the two of you continued, walking along the path.

The hike wasn’t a long one and it wasn’t too extensive but it boasted arguably the best views on the island and even better was that only a handful of people knew about it. Seungkwan and his friends had stumbled upon the secluded area in middle school one summer and turned it into a haven of sorts.

As you climbed higher and higher into the mountains, you started to whine that you wanted to go back to the beach, making Seungkwan chuckle as he found the hidden path. “I promise this is worth it,” he said softly, pulling back some of the vegetation to reveal the hidden footpath that was much less traveled than the paved one you’d been walking on.

You eyed him suspiciously before stepping onto the path, Seungkwan right behind you. The path between the trees was narrow but Seungkwan kept close to you from behind, making sure you didn’t trip or stumble as you walked.

Soon the path opened up into a small clearing, overlooking the beach and the ocean. You let out a gasp as you stopped, turning to look back at Seungkwan who only smiled and gestured for you to continue.

It had been some time since Seungkwan had been here. The open area was covered overhead by the canopy of leaves and a wall of rocks lined the edge of the cliff. He and his friends had built it to feel a little safer in their youth. It also helped obscure the clear from the beach and made the area look and feel much more private.

“This is incredible, Kwan,” you said softly as you walked closer to the cliff’s edge. “Look at the ocean,” you whispered as he walked up to stand beside you. “It just stretches for miles.” Seungkwan said nothing, letting you soak in the view at your own pace. “It’s gorgeous,” you added, turning to smile at him before quickly looking back at the water as he looked at you.

“Yeah, you are,” he muttered, making you groan and playfully hit his shoulder. Your light punches didn’t seem to phase Seungkwan as he reached up, turning your face towards him as he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. After a moment, he pulled back, a smile on his lips before he pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead and let go of your chin.

Seungkwan sat on a fallen log, one he and his friends had dragged up to the cliff and used as a makeshift bench. You joined him, leaning against him and resting your head on his shoulder as you both stared out over the water. Neither one of you spoke for several minutes that seemed to take hours to pass by.

“I’m gonna miss this place,” you said softly. “Gonna miss the beach, and the food,” you added. Seungkwan smiled, turning his head to kiss the top of your head. “We can always come back,” he said softly as you raised your head to look at him. “Come back?” you asked, brows knitting in confusion.

“Yeah,” Seungkwan said with a nod. “Next summer,” he continued. Your look of confusion was replaced with one of dejection. “I don’t know if that will be possible,” you said softly, turning to look away from him quickly. Seungkwan took your chin in his hand, forcing you to look at him.

“Why not?” he asked, searching your eyes for the answers but finding only despair. “We’re graduating,” you replied. “Once college is over, real life begins.” Seungkwan chuckled. “Well, of course,” he said, letting go of your chin. “But what does that have to do with --?”

“Who knows if we’ll even see each other again.”

The words you blurted out held a lot of weight and Seungkwan was aware of the fact that what you had shared over the last four summers couldn’t last forever but it still hit him in the gut like a strong punch. Despite knowing things might not ever progress to anything more than a regular summer fling, he still had hope. He had to. How could he not when he was desperately head over heels for you?

“Y/N,” he started, taking your hand in his, lacing your fingers together. “I know our paths only cross once a year and have for the last four years,” he continued. “But the thing about graduating college, becoming a full fledged adult, and joining the real world is that we get to decide where we go.”

You looked up from your intertwined hands at him as he looked up to meet your gaze.

“And who we go with.”

[end flashback - the present]

He shook his head, pushing the memory down. Things hadn’t ended the way he’d hoped. He’d been so optimistic about the future you could have had but when graduation came around, he didn’t hear from you and he feared the worst. He’d tried looking you up on social media but never found a profile.

He eventually came to accept this and tried to move on but in the end, he was just too lovesick and so he pushed the memories and feelings down, repressing them rather than confronting them and moving on like a sane person would do.

But you were back. You were back and going to be working with him to get this choir show presentation ready. Seungkwan knew he’d be a fool if he let this opportunity slip him by so he needed a game plan.

The next day of practice for the children’s choir at the youth center came much faster than Seungkwan was prepared for and he was pleasantly surprised to see you waiting at the door for him, a coffee in either hand. You’d chosen to wear a turtleneck black dress that stopped just above the knee, sheer tights, knee high black boots and a cream colored long coat.

You looked like a vision as Seungkwan approached, giving him a warm smile. “Iced americano with extra liquid sugar?” you asked as you held out one of the cups of coffee. Seungkwan took it from you with a muttered thanks, his cheeks starting to grow warm.

“I can’t believe you remembered,” he added as he pulled the door open for you, allowing you inside first. You smiled, laughing softly as you walked together. “Of course I remembered,” you replied. “Listening to you place your order was always one of my favorite things when we were in Jeju.”

Seungkwan froze in his steps, causing you to turn. “Really?” he asked, genuinely surprised. You laughed again, nodding. “Yeah. I like listening to the way you said it in Korean. To be honest, I just like listening to you speak in Korean,” you added as he started to walk again, matching his pace.

Silence washed over the two of you as Seungkwan processed this information. Perhaps his plan to confess his feelings to you wasn’t such a bad idea after all but he needed more to go off of before he could just blurt out he was still in love with you.

“What else do you remember from Jeju?” he asked, trying to sound as nonchalantly as possible. You gave him a quick side glance. “I remember the beach,” you said softly as the two of you reached the room Seungkwan had been assigned for the practices.

He unlocked the door and opened it for you, letting you in first before following and turning on the light. “Just the beach?” he asked as he propped the door open and walked over to the desk, setting down his coffee and bag before shrugging off his coat.

He placed it on the back of the chair and turned to find you’d also stripped your coat off, allowing him to see you in your dress fully. It was a form-fitted cable knit sweater dress with long sleeves and turtleneck. The ends of the sleeves had black fuzzy cuffs. You turned to look at him.

“Not just the beach,” you replied, giving him a very pointed look and Seungkwan couldn’t help but smile as a memory resurfaced from your time together in Jeju. He’d taken you all over the island, showing you his hometown, taking you to local spots as well as tourist ones. You’d tried local specialties, seen multiple sights but for him the best part of the trip was when you got back to the cabin you were staying in.

Whether it was making dinner together, watching a movie, or in the sheets, he had loved every minute spent with you in that cabin. It was almost like he imagined being married would be. The domesticity of it all. He loved making dinner with you in the kitchen as you joked around and then doing the dishes and cleaning up. He loved curling up on the sofa to watch a movie before retiring to bed.

Not to mention being able to have a taste of you almost every night was more than worth it.

“Ah,” he said, fighting the urge to smirk. So he wasn’t the only one who remembered the sex.

You turned away from him, pulling your phone out of your purse and checking that the sound was turned off before you walked over to the desk where Seungkwan stood. “I remember a lot about that summer,” you said, leaning against the desk and looking up at him. “Like what?” he asked.

He was pushing his luck and he knew it but he still wanted to hear you say it.

“The cliff,” you said, catching him off guard. “And the cabin,” you added, your lips pulling into a smirk.

Seungkwan felt heat rise to his face at the same time it started to settle in the pit of his stomach.

Before he could answer, he heard the sound of laughter in the lobby. ‘The kids,’ he thought as he walked over to the door and peered out. He turned back to you. “Alright, they’re here,” he said, looking back at you. “I’d like to introduce you to the parents, so they know you’re here.”

You nodded and walked over to where he stood. You watched him get into his element, greeting the kids and their parents as they wandered over to the door. True to his word, Seungkwan introduced you to all the parents who were more pleased than upset to see you, a stranger, would be helping Seungkwan.

Once all the kids had been dropped off and the parents informed of your presence, you followed Seungkwan back into the room to begin wrangling the kids.

“I need everyone’s attention!” Seungkwan called over the sounds of laughter and giggling.

To your shock, the kids immediately fell silent, turning their attention to their teacher. “We have a guest today,” Seungkwan continued and you saw several pairs of eyes fall on you. “This is my friend, Miss Y/N,” he announced. “She’s going to be helping us during practices. Everyone say ‘hello Miss Y/N!’”

You were suddenly greeted by a cacophony of children saying hello in unison. You smiled warmly around at them before repeating the same sentiment. “Hello everyone,” you said in a cheerful tone. “It’s nice to meet you all!”

Seungkwan launched immediately into practice, having you help him get the children into their places and assisting him in any way you could. It wasn’t particularly hard work and whenever the kids weren’t listening to Seungkwan speak, you were able to walk around the room and gently return their attention up front.

Once practice was over and the parents came to pick their kids up, you were sure you and Seungkwan could manage this. What was the worst that could happen?

The first couple days flew by, you had settled into a routine, bringing Seungkwan a coffee before each Saturday morning practice. You started bringing him breakfast just to make sure he’d eat something in the morning. Setting up the room and getting ready for the kids to arrive while you chatted and caught up with each others’ weeks.

Seungkwan had become extremely grateful for your help and presence. He felt that the children behaved much better with you around. He was grateful for the coffee and breakfast sandwiches you brought him, claiming they were store bought but he knew damn well you were getting up extra early to make him breakfast and stopping to grab coffee.

You also made sure he got lunch, even accompanying him after practice and cleaning up the room. He was looking forward to his Saturday mornings as it meant he got to spend them with you.

The last practice fell on a Friday before the Saturday show was one long practice and dress rehearsal rolled into one. The kids were now on winter break and being exceptionally restless that day and despite his best efforts, he just couldn’t get the kids to pay attention and behave. It was the one morning you hadn’t been able to join him immediately as you had a prior work engagement.

He was really starting to worry that they’d never get through practice when the door opened and you peered in. The kids looked up as you entered and excitedly greeted you as you shut the door behind you. In your arms was a green tub full of white paper sacks.

“Sorry I’m late,” you said as you walked over to the desk and set the tub down before shedding your jacket. The weather had warmed up a little, the remnants of the snow from before melting but another snow storm was due that night. “Hi Miss Y/N!” the kids chimed excitedly, waving.

You waved back as you set your jacket down. Today, you’d chosen to wear another dress. This one was more festive. It was a Christmas green fitted bodice with a circle skirt that fell to the middle of your thighs, and long fitted sleeves. The material looked like some type of velvet and Seungkwan briefly wondered what it would be like to run his hand over the material. He shook the thoughts from his head quickly.

You’d matched the dress with pantyhose, and white low heels. Your makeup was also very festive. A soft eyeshadow look with a bold dark green lip. It was striking and Seungkwan couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you walked over, carrying the tub.

“What’s that?” he asked, peering into the tub. Each bag had a little winter and holiday motif on it. Snowflakes, reindeer, santa, candy canes, and more adorned the bags. “I thought we could take a lunch break,” you said softly. “I checked with the parents and they said they would be extremely grateful for this. I also got dietary restrictions from them for their kids,” you explained under your breath.

Seungkwan’s eyes widened as you started to address the kids.

“How about we take a little break?” you asked, smiling around at them. “I asked your parents if I could bring lunch for you all and they said yes and they also told me what you couldn’t eat, so I went ahead and prepared some lunches!” you said excitedly, showing the contents of the tub to the kids who whispered excitedly.

“Let me help,” Seungkwan said softly, taking the tub from you. “You pass them out, I’ll carry this.”

You worked as a team, calling out names and passing the lunches to the kids. Once everyone had theirs, you told them to dig in before walking over to the desk and showing Seungkwan the lunch you’d grabbed for the two of you.

The kids sat on the floor in circles with their friends, talking animatedly while they ate their lunches. You pulled a chair up to the desk as Seungkwan opened the bag your food had come in. “You didn’t have to do all this,” he murmured so only you could hear. “Although I really appreciate it.”

You smiled as you unwrapped your sandwich. “I don’t mind,” you said softly. “And besides, it lets me use up the groceries I buy in bulk,” you added. “So,” you said as Seungkwan opened a bottle of cola, setting it in front of you before opening one for himself. “Tomorrow’s the big day,” you noted and he nodded, heaving a big sigh. “They’ve been so restless and rowdy all day,” he murmured, glancing over your shoulder at the children.

“I’ve been struggling to get through this practice.”

You smiled, taking a sip of your soda before swallowing. “Well, I’m here now,” you offered. “I’m sure together we can get them to behave long enough to get through practice.” Seungkwan didn’t miss the wink you threw his way. He also didn’t miss the way it made his heart skip a beat.

After lunch, the kids were allowed to rest and you pulled out homemade bingo boards and passed them around to the kids, also passing out bags with smashed marbles as you explained the rules. It was going to be musical bingo. It was going to test their memory of the songs they were going to sing for the show as well as their parts. Seungkwan felt like he could kiss you.

He decided to get some paperwork done while you kept the kids entertained.

It took a couple rounds before kids started getting bingos and it wasn’t until the last child called out a bingo that you ended the game and passed out rewards in the form of snacks and small toys you most likely grabbed from the dollar store.

“Now that we’ve had lunch and we’ve refreshed our memories,” you said as you finished packing up the boards and bags of markers. “Let’s continue this practice cause I know you’ve all got this and you’re going to totally rock this show!”

By the end of practice, Seungkwan wanted to ask you to marry him. You’d managed to turn the children from gremlins into calm little lambs and not only did they behave during practice but they were the best they’d ever been. As the kids were putting on their coats and thanking you for today, Seungkwan had one of his students come up and tug on his sleeve. It was one of the more quiet students.

“What is it, Stephanie?” he asked, squatting down to her level. “You have a really nice girlfriend, Mr. Seungkwan,” she said softly before sauntering off to join her friends. Seungkwan glanced up to where he saw you helping one of the kids put their coat on correctly.

His cheeks burned from the embarrassment and he suddenly wondered who else thought you were his girlfriend. He decided not to dwell on it as the parents started arriving. He’d bring it up to you later.

One by one, the kids were picked up until it was just you and Seungkwan in the room. He grabbed the empty tub and waited for you to put on your jacket and grab your purse before turning the light off and following you out the door, closing and locking it.

The two of you walked to the door and stopped. “Thank you for today,” he said softly. “It was a huge help.” You smiled at him as you wrapped a scarf around your neck. The sun was already starting to set and the temperature had dropped considerably as the weather predicted for the snow coming later.

“Let me walk you to your car.”

You thanked Seungkwan as he opened the door for you and walked into the parking lot. Your car wasn’t far into the parking lot and soon you had reached it, unlocking the doors. “Just put that in the backseat,” you said softly, pointing at the tub and opening the door for Seungkwan to place on the seat before shutting it again.

“You nervous about tomorrow?” you asked and Seungkwan shook his head. “No,” he answered. “I think you’re right. They’ve got this.” You smiled as you leaned against your car. Seungkwan contemplated telling you what Stephanie had said. ‘Just tell her, you idiot!’

“You know,” he started, a soft laugh escaping him. “I think my students are really fond of you.”

Another smile spread across your lips. “Not as fond as they are of you,” you replied and he shook his head. “They don’t like me that much.” You shook your head this time. “No, really. They adore you, Seungkwan. It’s really cute actually.”

Silence fell over the two of you for a beat. ‘It’s now or never.’

“Hey, after all of this is said and done,” Seungkwan started, drawing your attention. “Would you maybe want to--”

He was interrupted by the shrill ringing of your phone and you sighed, pulling the device out, glancing at the screen before giving him an apologetic look and answering it. “Yes, mom?” you asked and Seungkwan forced a smile. ‘Cockblocked by the mom. Great.’

You waited, listening to what your mother had to say, nodding along before finally answering. “Yeah, sure. I can swing by the store on my way home.” You looked at Seungkwan and playfully rolled your eyes. “Yeah, we’re leaving just now. So I’ll be home soon… okay. Yep. Love you, too.”

You said bye, hanging up and slipping your phone back into your pocket and looking up at Seungkwan. “Sorry about that,” you said breathlessly. “You were saying?”

Seungkwan looked up, meeting your gaze. ‘Come on, she’s waiting!’

But it was no use. His momentary confidence was gone.

“It’s nothing,” he replied with a smile. “Just, get home safe, okay?” he asked, starting to turn away but stopped when you gently grabbed his arm, making him turn back to face you. “Don’t do that,” you said softly. “I know you want to say something. Don’t psyche yourself into not saying it. Just ask me.”

Seungkwan cleared his throat, cheeks burning from having been caught. You knew him far too well for his own good. He nodded, taking a deep breath. “I thought that maybe when everything is said and done, we could get dinner?” A smile spread across your face and you leaned in, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I’d love that,” you replied. “Just tell me when and where.”

Seungkwan nodded, stepping back as you opened your door and got in, turning on the car and rolling your window down. “Text me when you get back to your mom’s safe, okay?” he said, leaning down to look into your window. You nodded up at him. “You too. Let me know when you get home.”

Seungkwan promised he would before saying he would see you tomorrow and watching you drive off as the first few flurries of snow fell. He glanced up at the sky and closed his eyes, letting out a sigh. It wasn’t exactly according to plan, but it was better than nothing.

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The next morning, the day of the choir show, Seungkwan woke up to a blanket of snow covering the ground but thankfully the road crews were out clearing the roads and treating them for ice. Seungkwan went about his day as usual, nerves setting in.

He wasn’t nervous for the show, but because of you. The kiss last night, even if it was on the cheek, felt extremely intimate for some reason. He chalked it up to him being overly optimistic but he was going to ride that wave for as long as he could.

As the day wore on, Seungkwan got ready for the show. The attire was festive so he chose a red sweater and a pair of black slacks and black shoes, grabbing the green and red striped elf hat and his coat before leaving the apartment. He was thankful for his building’s parking garage as he walked into the covered space, locating his car and getting in.

The concert was to be performed inside the gymnasium at the community center while the rest of the festival took place in the halls and outside. He arrived early, finding a cleared parking lot and pulled into a space before getting out and moving to the trunk of his, pulling out the box of reindeer antlers for the kids.

He walked up to the doors, thanking the man who held it open for him as he exited.

Once inside, Seungkwan made his way to the gym, greeting the staff as he walked up to check in.

He looked at the list and saw you had already arrived, his heart beating erratically in his chest.

‘What is wrong with you? Calm down!’

Seungkwan entered the gymnasium and looked around, astonished at the work put into decorating the space. His eyes landed on you over by the small stage that had been erected, talking to one of the staff members. He walked over, eyes scanning your figure.

You’d really dressed up for the occasion. The dress you wore was another green one but under this one, you wore a white petticoat, fluffing up the skirt. The bodice was fitted but instead of long sleeves, it had short off-the-shoulder cap sleeves. You had on a green Santa hat with white fur trim and the trim of your dress matched the hat. You paired the dress with some pantyhose and a black pair of shoes, ones that Seungkwan was impressed to see had red bottoms.

He approached you, setting the box of antlers on the top of the piano, drawing both yours and the staff members’ attention. Your face lit up upon seeing him, giving him a quick once over. Your makeup was similar to yesterday only your eyes had more shimmer and your lips were a deep red.

Seungkwan sighed dramatically before gesturing at the box. “These feel like they weigh a ton!” he whined and you chuckled lightly at him, turning back to the staff member before she departed, leaving you and Seungkwan alone in your little corner.

“You look incredible,” he said softly. “Th-thanks,” you stuttered, turning away to busy yourself with the box of antlers. “Not gonna lie, I kinda of want to wear these,” you joked. Seungkwan smiled, pointing to your hat. “But your hat matches so well,” he commented. You shrugged. “Maybe I want something different,” you replied cheekily. Seungkwan shook his head, turning away.

When his back was turned, you were quick to grab his hat off his head. Seungkwan spun around, eyes wide and you forced your hat into his hands. “You should have the Santa hat,” you said, putting his hat on your head. “I’m your assistant. I should have the elf ears.”

Seungkwan rolled his eyes, smiling all the same as he turned back around. “You’re silly,” he murmured as he picked the box up and moved it over to the side of the stage near the steps and out of the way as you sat on the piano bench.

Seungkwan felt his phone buzz in his pocket and pulled it out, checking the screen to see Molly was calling him before answering it. “Hey, Molly,” he said softly, glancing at you before paying attention to his co-worker.

“Seungkwan, I’m so sorry!” Molly said, her voice sounding hysterical. “Whoa, whoa, are you okay?” Seungkwan asked, excusing himself and walking a short distance away from where you sat, keeping his voice down as he spoke.

You turned your head, wondering who Molly was and how Seungkwan knew her. ‘Probably his girlfriend,’ you thought to yourself. ‘Or possibly a wife,’ a voice in the back of your brain said. You mentally shook that idea away. ‘He’s not married,’ you told yourself. ‘He would have mentioned that.’

You glanced Seungkwan’s way and saw him nervously biting at his thumbnail. The look on his face was one of distress. ‘That can’t be good…’

A few moments later, after nodding and murmuring a few words you couldn’t hear, Seungkwan hung up, placing his phone back in his pocket and walked over, taking a seat beside you and hanging his head, elbows resting on his thighs.

“That doesn’t sound good,” you said as he let out a deep sigh. “Molly can’t make it,” he said softly, shaking his head. “Oh,” you replied, not sure how to respond. You had no idea who Molly was. “Is that your girlfriend?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Seungkwan’s head snapped up and he gave you a bewildered look. “What? No,” he replied, sounding confused. “Molly is the music teacher at the school I work at. She teaches music and I teach vocals,” he explained. “She was supposed to be our accompaniment.”

You mentally scolded yourself before perking up. “Wait,” you said quickly, making Seungkwan look up. “Piano, right?” you asked, turning to him. Seungkwan nodded slowly as a smile spread across your face.

“How much time do we have before the concert?”

Seungkwan narrowed his eyes before checking his watch. “An hour,” he replied, looking back up at you as you stood up and turned to face the piano, lifting the key cover and opening the music book. “Let me run through these songs real quick and I can do it,” you told him.

Seungkwan has lost track of how many times he wanted to kiss you for literally saving the day. “No fucking way,” he laughed in disbelief as you started warming up, flexing your fingers. “It’s been a few years since I’ve played,” you explained, fingers gliding over the keys as you read the sheet music before pausing to look at him.

“But I think I got this.”

Not only did you manage to run through the entire set a couple times with Seungkwan but you followed the kids perfectly, surprising Seungkwan and yourself. When the show came to a close, Seungkwan hurried over to you, a man you’d never seen following him.

“Y/N,” he said as you stood up, brushing off your dress. “This is Jihoon,” he explained, introducing the man who smiled politely at you, a woman standing off to the side on her phone behind him. “JIhoon, this is Y/N,” he said, introducing you excitedly.

You didn’t miss the way Jihoon’s eyes widened slightly, glancing at Seungkwan before looking quickly back at you. “It’s nice to meet you,” Jihoon said, giving you a polite nod. “Sorry, Kwan,” Jihoon said, turning to his friend. “But I’ve got plans.” You noticed how he glanced at the woman who smiled at you and Seungkwan. “We’ll catch up soon,” Jihoon added before waving and walking over to the woman and the pair headed for the gymnasium exit.

Seungkwan stared after them before turning to you. “Sorry about that,” he said softly, taking your green hat off his head. “Jihoon is one of my friends I told you about.” You smiled as he handed your hat back and took his hat off your head, passing it back to him.

“The friends you go camping with, right?” you asked, glancing at the green Santa hat in your hands. “Yeah,” Seungkwan said softly. Silence fell over the two of you briefly before you looked up at Seungkwan. “You want to check out the rest of the festival?” A grin spread over his face before he nodded. “Sure,” he said.

“Why not? You saved the show after all. I’d do anything you asked me to, right now.”

As the festival went on, you dragged Seungkwan outside, donning your coats and walking around the ice sculpture display as well as the holiday lights, taking pictures. Despite the freezing temperatures, Seungkwan still found himself having a good time. Up until you dragged him into a photobooth.

“Nothing good happens in photobooths,” his roommate, Vernon, once told him. As you squeezed into the tight space, you scrolled through the frame options until you settled on one and pushed the button. The first set of pictures turned out okay, some of them sort of awkward so Seungkwan was determined to get ones you could proudly display.

The first picture was just a nice one of the two of you smiling. Then you separate your pointer and index fingers into V’s before putting them upside down to your head, like cat ears which Seungkwan followed. You turned to look at him, laughter on your tongue and he just acted.

His hands went to the sides of your neck, pulling you into a kiss as the flash continued, the pictures all but forgotten as soon as your lips met. It was like time stood still, your heart pounding in your chest. You felt Seungkwan’s tongue swipe over your bottom lip and you parted your lips, letting his tongue slide into your mouth, a muffled groan coming from his chest as he pressed further into you.

After what felt like forever but was probably only a few moments, he pulled back, looking at you with heavy lidded eyes, his cheeks tinged red. His lips were slightly stained from your lipstick but he couldn’t care less and neither could you.

You panted, trying to catch your breath as you stared back before Seungkwan finally spoke, breaking the silence, leaning his forehead against yours.

“God, I love you.”

Your eyes snapped open and you looked up at him. “What?” you whispered.

The moment the words left his mouth, Seungkwan knew he was screwed. He hadn’t meant to say it out loud but he just couldn’t hold it in anymore. There was no doubt in his mind that he was hopelessly and shamelessly still in love with you.

He pulled back, taking a deep breath and opening his eyes to meet your confused gaze.

“I love you,” he repeated. “I have ever since Jeju. Actually, since before Jeju,” he explained. “I’ve thought about no one else but you since then. When it’s just me and my thoughts alone, you occupy them. When I see something that reminds me of you, you’re just there. I don’t mean for it to sound so weird but I never stopped loving you,” he continued, cupping your cheeks gently.

“I just repressed all my feelings instead of dealing with them like an adult and --”

You pulled him into a kiss by the collar of his sweater, your lips meeting his and shutting him up mid sentence. When you pulled back, Seungkwan looked properly shocked. “Seungkwan,” you said softly, lips ghosting over his. “Yeah?” he whispered.

“Take me home,” you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper. His expression shifted and he nodded. “Oh, okay,” he murmured, pulling back. “I thought you drove here.” Your smile dropped before you sighed, rolling your eyes.

“I meant take me to your home, you idiot.”

His brow furrowed in confusion before the meaning of your words sank in and his eyes widened comically. “Oh!” he said loudly before you clapped your hand over his mouth. “Shh, shut up!” He nodded, pulling your hand from his mouth.

“Right,” he said, his voice lower again. “I’ll take you home,” he said softly.

You grabbed the two strips of photos from the photobooth and allowed Seungkwan to lead you from the festival, making his way over to his car. He unlocked the door and opened it for you, shutting the door and quickly jogging around to the driver’s side before getting in and starting the engine.

The drive back to his place, he tried to obey the traffic laws, he really did, but he was just too eager and impatient. When you noticed his knee bouncing, you reached over, taking his hand gently. “We have all night,” you said softly. “No need to be anxious.” Seungkwan shook his head, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

“I’m not anxious,” he replied. “I’m impatient.”

Not long after, Seungkwan was pulling into his designated parking space, cutting the engine and making you wait so he could open your door for you. Inside the building, you tried to behave and keep your hands to yourself but the moment you entered the elevator, you lost your resolve.

“Oh, shit,” Seungkwan cursed as you pushed him back against the mirrored surface of the elevator wall, his hands moving to cup your face. “We shouldn’t be doing this here,” he grunted before taking your lips in a kiss, his tongue hot and messy against yours as your hands pulled at his clothes.

“Ssstop it!” he hissed, breaking the kiss and glancing up at the camera mounted to the shiny elevator ceiling. “Someone’s probably watching,” he whined, hands falling to your hips as your lips moved down his neck. “Then let’s give them a show,” you giggled in his ear, your breath tickling his skin.

The elevator dinged, Seungkwan pushing you back slightly. “We’re here,” he confirmed as the doors opened onto his floor. He took your hand and pulled, tugging you down the deserted hallway towards the door to his apartment. You were only able to get a brief glance at your surroundings as Seungkwan fished for his keycard.

The building was a new building, state of the art card readers on every door. The hallway reminding you of a fancy upscale hotel rather than an apartment building. Seungkwan managed to get the card to read properly and turned the handle, shoving the door open as he dragged you in behind him.

Once the door clicked shut, he had you pinned against it, lips attaching to your neck and leaving soft bites and kisses as he made his way down to your collar, whining at the lack of access due to your blazer. He fumbled with the button, succeeding a moment later and peeling the garment off you.

You kicked your heels off as he stumbled to take his shoes off. You giggled as he pulled you through the apartment, pushing you against the kitchen island as he grinded into you from behind, teeth grazing against the skin of your shoulder. You managed to stumble your way through the apartment to his bedroom, pulling layer after layer of clothes off one another, leaving you in just your underwear.

Once you were laid on the bed, Seungkwan hesitated, taking in your form under him. He could remember the last time he had you like this and it made his cock throb, wanting to bury himself inside you and never leave again.

“God,” he groaned, leaning down to press his face into your chest, his hips resting against yours as he lay between your thighs. “I’ve missed you so much,” he whined. “Kwannie,” you whined, combing your fingers through his hair, undoing the style he’d done earlier before the concert. He lifted his head, pushing himself up and hovering over you.

“Lay back,” you instructed, starting to sit up but Seungkwan placed a hand on your shoulder, gently pushing you back against the mattress. “Later,” he whispered, lowering his face to kiss your chest. “I just really wanna taste you,” he murmured, his voice muffled as he kissed down your stomach.

“Wanna bury my face between these beautiful thighs,” he groaned, gripping your thigh, his fingers pressing into your skin over your stockings. “Okay,” you breathed as he kissed further down. He wasted no time removing your panties, flinging them away as he settled between your thighs, kissing the inside of each before his mouth descended on your sex, fingers spreading your folds.

You gasped out as he licked slowly up your sex, lips wrapping around your clit as he sucked. You propped yourself up on your elbows to look down at him. His eyes opened lazily as he made eye contact before shutting again as he threw himself into it, tongue wiggling against you, slurping and lapping at your clit. You felt his fingers prodding at your entrance, slipping inside you until he was knuckles deep.

“Ngh, Seungkwan,” you groaned, back arching off the mattress as he teasingly curled his fingers. “Sound so pretty for me,” he noted, barely pulling back enough to speak before he was licking at your clit, tongue moving quickly against it. His fingers started to pump slowly, just enough to build the tension but he would slow them to a stop when he felt your walls start to flutter.

“Can’t have you coming undone just yet,” he murmured, placing a kiss to your mound before pulling back, resting his head against the inside of your thigh as his fingers moved quicker, scissoring you open. He watched the rise and fall of your lace clad chest, admiring the way you whimpered and mewled as he fingered you.

“I could do this for hours,” he huffed, hot breath fanning over your skin. “D-don’t,” you murmured. “I need you, Kwannie.” You heard him chuckle lowly. “You need me?” he asked, raising his head slightly, turning to place a wet kiss against your thigh.

“Need me to stuff this pretty little pussy full?”

You nodded wordlessly, moans spilling from your lips instead of words. Seungkwan felt his heart swell. Seeing you needy and proclaiming that you needed him certainly was fanning the flames and stroking his ego. He wanted you to want him. Wanted you to need him. He loved feeling this way.

The way you made him feel. Like he was so irresistibly sexy. He loved feeling that way.

“Wanna feel me inside?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave. You groaned, walls tightening around his fingers. “You like it when I talk like this?” he asked, raising himself just enough to see your face contorted in pleasure. You nodded fervently, another moan ripping from you as he curled his fingers.

“Wanna feel my cock pound this tight pussy?”

Seungkwan enjoyed the way you tensed up, thighs shaking as your orgasm threatened to wash over you. “I’ll give you what you want,” he murmured. “But only if you do something for me,” he added. You raised yourself up, resting on your elbows to look at him, a thin layer of sweat on your forehead. “Anything,” you whined. Seungkwan’s eyebrow quirked up. “Anything?” he asked.

You nodded, not realizing the implications of your words. “Yes,” you replied. “Anything. I’ll do whatever you ask, just please fuck me.” Seungkwan’s lips curled into a smile as he added a third finger, stretching your walls to prepare you. He glanced down, watching his fingers sink into your heat.

“Alright,” Seungkwan murmured, pulling his fingers from your cunt and bringing his hand to your lips. “Suck,” he ordered, cock twitching as you parted your lips and accepted his fingers into your mouth, licking and sucking them clean. He pulled his fingers from your mouth.

“Keep going,” he continued, moving a hand over his hard cock. You took the hint instantly, pushing him onto his back and slipping your fingers under the waistband of his underwear, pulling them down as he lifted his hips. You licked your lips as his cock sprang up, standing proud.

You wasted no time, taking him in your fist and leaning over, spitting onto the tip and using your saliva to lubricate, your hand started to stroke him quickly. Seungkwan let out a groan, head falling back against the bed as your hand worked him.

When you took the head in your mouth, he thought he’d died and gone to heaven, letting out a pretty pathetic moan but you didn’t seem to mind as you bobbed your head, keeping your fist at the base of his cock. Seungkwan’s hand moved, stroking your hair as he tried to push your head down further but you were firm and stood your ground.

“Please,” he whined, hips starting to buck. You pulled off him with a pop, looking at him as your hand moved up and down his cock. “Be patient,” you reminded him. “You made me wait,” you added. Seungkwan was about to retort when you took him back in your mouth, lips moving down to meet your hand as you continued to stroke him. He let out a groan instead, fingers digging into the bedding beneath him. “Fuck,” he grunted, stomach clenching. “Just like that. Just like that, baby.”

You hummed, your mouth vibrating around Seungkwan’s cock and making him gasp, hips bucking into your face. “Sh-shit!” he breathed. “Sl-slow down, babe.” You pulled him from your mouth, jerking him faster. “M’gonna cum if you keep doing that,” he warned. You licked the head of his dick, swirling your tongue around the tip before sinking your mouth back on him.

“Fuck, babe, m’gonna cum,” he warned again. You pulled back, your hand stopping at the base of his cock and letting it fall slightly. Seungkwan let out a whine of protest. “What the hell!” he cried. You smiled at him, pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock. “Can’t have you cumming just yet,” you said with a wink.

Seungkwan could have kicked himself. ‘Of course she’s gonna use that against you. Idiot.’

You continued to work him up, bringing him to the brink only to back off and let it slip away from him. Seungkwan was a mess, begging you to stop teasing him and to let him fuck you already.

“Please, baby,” he said, choking back a sob, tears threatening to spill. “Please let me fuck you. I need to be inside you. Please, baby. Please.” Your hand slowed to a stop, lightly squeezing his cock before you sat up. “Okay,” you murmured.

You climbed over him, turning to face away as you planted your hips over his thighs. Seungkwan watched as you grinded backwards against his cock, the sensation of your panties against his throbbing cock almost making him burst into tears. “B-baby. God, fuck. Please. Let me put it in. Let me fuck you. I promise I’ll make you feel so fucking good!”

You scooted back further, reaching down to pull your panties aside and rub your dripping cunt against the underside of Seungkwan’s cock. The glide and friction felt so good, Seungkwan was certain he could have blown his load right then but just as quickly as it started, you lifted off him.

“Y/N, please,” he pleaded as you climbed off him. “Please let me fuck you.”

You grabbed his hand and pulled him up as you laid back. “Only if you fuck my thighs first,” you replied, looking up at him through your lashes. Seungkwan melted, moving quickly into position. “O-Okay?” he answered, sounding mildly confused.

You smiled up at him, taking his hand on your knee and placing it between your thighs, pressing it against your soaked panties. “I know you couldn’t get enough of my stockings earlier,” you explained. “You thought you were being slick and that I wouldn’t notice the way you were staring. But I did.”

Seungkwan groaned, moving his thumb to press against your clit through the red lace lingerie.

“And you like this set,” you added, hands moving to cup your breasts. “I noticed the way your eyes lit up when you saw it,” you added. Seungkwan nodded, licking his lips as he brought his free hand up to push one of your hands away, groping your chest. “Fuck,” he said hoarsely. “I do.”

“I fucking love how you look in it.”

You hummed in response, bringing your thighs up. “Then do me a favor and fuck my thighs,” you replied. “And then I’ll let you fuck this pussy. Raw.” Seungkwan choked on his own air as he moved into position, pushing your thighs tighter together. He brought his hand up to his mouth, spitting into it before coating his cock. He guided the head between your thighs, pushing in between them with a groan.

It was so warm and soft. Tight. Almost like fucking you for real.

“Feels so good,” you heard him groan as he pulled back slightly to thrust back in slowly. You felt his saliva smear over your skin as his cock glided between your thighs. “Mmm, that’s it,” you murmured, looking up at him as his eyes fluttered shut, brown knitting together in concentration as he tried to focus.

“That’s good,” you groaned as you felt his cock bump against your cloth covered clit. “Just like that.”

Seungkwan’s fingers dug into your thighs, holding them together tightly as he thrust his hips, fucking between your thighs. “Oh fuck,” he moaned, eyes fluttering open to look down at you. The red lingerie, the black stockings and black garter belt. You were an absolute vision.

“C-can I fuck you now?” Seungkwan asked, tripping over his words as he continued to fuck your thighs. You shook your head, gasping again as you felt his cock nudge against your clit through your panties. “N-not yet-- ah!” you gasped.

Seungkwan took note of your reaction every time his cock brushed against your clit and continued to aim for the same spot. “Come on, princess,” he moaned. “Let me fuck you.” You stared up at him for a moment longer before stopping him.

You sat up, pushing him back against the mattress. You climbed over him, straddling his hips as you reached down, pulling your panties to the side. Seungkwan guided the head of his cock to your entrance, watching as you sank down, cunt enveloping him little by little.

You continued until you were sitting on him, walls gripping his cock tightly. Seungkwan let out a satisfied groan as your walls convulsed around his throbbing length. He wouldn’t last long but he didn’t care. He was inside you again after years. It felt so good. So familiar. So right.

After allowing your walls to relax around him, you placed your hands on his chest, raising your hips only to sink back down, his cock pumping into you. “F-fuck,” you groaned as you sank down, taking more of his cock.

“Ye-yes!” Seungkwan groaned as you started to move fast, bouncing on his cock. The wet sound of his cock entering you repeatedly filled the room, bouncing off the walls and drowning out your breathy moans. You felt his hands grip your hips, trying to speed up your movements.

You slowed to a stop, pushing yourself up until he slipped out of you. “Yah!” Seungkwan protested as you turned to face away, pulling your panties aside and waiting for him to move his cock. Once you felt the tip enter your cunt, you were back to moving, bouncing on his lap, his cock plunging into you.

You felt him grab your hips, one hand moving to massage your ass. “Fuck, we should have done this sooner,” he groaned, hips bucking up to meet your movements. You placed your hands on his thighs to steady yourself as you continued to ride him.

“Stay like that,” you heard him groan and felt his weight under you shift as he sat up. “Keep going,” he urged, trying to move your hips. You lifted your ass, sinking back on him. His hands pulling you back when you lifted up. You felt heat pool in your belly, a swelling sensation as tension mounted.

Each matched thrust had you crying out. Seungkwan pulled you off him, moving to kneel behind you before reentering you. “Come on,” he grunted, now meeting your movements with ferocity. “Fuck me like you mean it,” he growled. You let out a mewl, thighs shaking as his hips hit your ass, the slapping growing louder into a clap. “Fuck,” you gasped as Seungkwan pushed your chest down, taking over as he pounded into you from behind.

“Yeah, that’s right,” he growled. “Who’s the one fucking you this good?”

“Yuh-you are!” you stammered. “I am,” he reaffirmed. “I’m fucking you like the good little slut you are. My good little slut. Such a little whore for me, aren’t you?” You nodded, fingers clenching the sheets as you pushed back to meet his movements.

Each thrust drew a little whimper from you, sounds that grew into moans and mewls as Seungkwan continued to fuck you hard. “Who does this pussy belong to?” you heard him ask suddenly, one of his hands moving to the back of your neck and pushing your face down, squishing your cheek against the sheets. “You,” you gasped, your orgasm approaching rapidly.

“Say it,” Seungkwan commanded.

“It’s yours!” you cried out. “This pussy belongs to you!”

“Fucking right it does. And m’gonna fill it up until you’re dripping. M’gonna cum inside this pretty little pussy, stuff it full, and then fuck it further into you. Pump you full of my cum ‘cause you’re mine. Understand?”

You nodded wordlessly, moan after moan tumbling from your lips onto the sheets along with your drool. “You’re mine and no one else’s! Say it!”

“I-I’m yours! A-and no one else’s!”

You heard Seungkwan groan, hips stuttering as he came, his cock twitching as he painted your walls with his hot thick load. He continued to thrust as he emptied his balls. You whimpered as he didn’t stop, hips still moving as he finally stopped pumping you full.

“Kw-Kwannie, please,” you pleaded. “S-stop. M’so full.”

Seungkwan’s hips came to a stop as he caught his breath. Somewhere between his initial release and the last of his cum spilling into you, your own orgasm had washed over you, rendering you immobile for a few moments as you came down.

You gasped as you felt Seungkwan pull from you, feeling some of his cum mixed with yours slide down the inside of your thigh. “Let me clean that up,” he mumbled. The weight on the bed shifted as he no doubt got up and walked into his bathroom.

He returned moments later, carefully wiping your skin with a warm, damp cloth. He climbed into bed next to you, pulling the covers up over the both of you before you both passed out. The next morning, you awoke to the bluish light of twilight filtering into the room.

You could hear Seungkwan’s soft snores behind you, his arm wrapped around your waist as he slept peacefully. You started to roll over, a deep aching pain settling between your legs and making you wince. ‘We didn’t even go that hard last night,’ you thought to yourself as you peered over your shoulder at Seungkwan, taking in his angelic expression.

You tried to carefully roll in his hold but you jostled him and he started to stir, making you curse internally. You watched as his eyes fluttered open sleepily. When his eyes met yours, he smiled sleepily. “Morning,” he murmured, his voice deep from having just woken up.

“Morning,” you replied softly. Seungkwan leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss against your lips. “My head is killing me,” he whined suddenly and you were glad it wasn’t just you. “We should get some food,” you suggested. “Maybe make some ramyeon.” Seungkwan nodded, rolling onto his back and turning his head to look at the clock. “Later,” he murmured, rolling back to face you, wrapping both arms around your body and pulling you flush against him.

“It’s only half past five in the morning,” he explained, tucking your head under his chin and sighing contentedly. “We can sleep in longer,” he added. You nodded silently, snuggling up next to him. “And then we can make food?” you asked, smiling as you felt him nod. “And then we can make food,” he confirmed.

It was silent only for a few moments before Seungkwan spoke again.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he murmured, breaking the silence. You smiled, tilting your head to press a kiss to his jawline. “Well, I just moved back to the area,” you replied. “Good,” you heard him murmur. “I don’t think I could survive you leaving again like before.” You felt his lips press against your forehead.

You shook your head, letting out a relieved sigh. “Nah,” you answered.

“You aren’t getting rid of me that easily.”

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Strawberry Daifuku - Sugawara Kōshi x Reader

Pairing: Sugawara Kōshi x fem!Reader AU: college!AU Genre: hurt/comfort Word Count: 3 144 Summary: Suga plans to confess to you the day before Valentine’s Day, but the conversation takes a different turn A/N: I know, usually chocolates are given on Valentine’s Day, not Daifuku (filled mochi), but I made some today for the first time so…

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Sugawara Kōshi was not entirely sure why he felt like a complete fool, standing in front of your door, and yet hesitating to ring. It was the thirteenth of February, just one day before Valentine’s Day, and while he knew that on Valentine’s Day the girls were supposed to confess, he felt like he actually couldn’t stand bottling up his feelings even one day more. Especially when he was placing his bets on you confessing first.

Would he even have a chance with you?

It was weird, he had known you for three years already, having met you at the entrance exams to the university. You had talked then, and when you had bumped into one another at the orientation a few months later, it felt like you both had chosen the other as your ride-or-die. After that it hadn’t taken Sugawara long to fall for you. It had crept in on him since day one, he realized, and the following years he had tried his best to keep his feelings in check.

But what were you feeling for him? He wasn’t sure.

He knew you considered him as one of your closest friends, so there was definitely the risk of losing this friendship if he confessed and you didn’t reciprocate his feelings. But then again, you were both finished with your third year of university. The next year would barely consist of classes, instead you’d both focus on your part-time jobs. You already had a job-offer lined up for after graduation, and Sugawara was aiming to join the masters-degree in one year before starting to work as a teacher. That meant, in the next year you’d both be busy, you’d both drift apart. You might never again be as close to each other as right now, so this felt like the last possible moment to tell you the truth.

He couldn’t wait for tomorrow and the chance that maybe you would confess. Not that he thought you might. You didn’t exactly act like you were interested in him in that way.

Admittedly, he also didn’t know what you acted like when you were interested in someone. In the three years of your friendship, he had never once seen you express any sort of interest in anyone. Which, as foolish as it was, had always given him the hope, that he might have a chance to worm himself into your heart after all.

The person brushing past him in the stairwell on their way downstairs tore him out of his thoughts. Still feeling incredibly foolish, he exhaled with a sigh and pressed the doorbell. The ringing could be heard through the door, and a moment later the sound of something cluttering and muffled swearing.

Suga hid his giggle, and quickly straightened his face when he heard steps approaching the door. A moment later it swung open, revealing you, dressed in a pair of sweatpants, an oversized shirt and an apron. You only took a quick look at Suga’s face before you already turned around again.

“Come in,” you greeted, “I have something on the stove.” Aaaand you were gone again.

Quickly Suga pushed his foot into the closing door, stopping it from falling into the lock. Mumbling a quiet ‘Ojamashimasu’ as he stepped into your flat, he toed of his shoes in the genkan and followed you into the kitchen, just in time to see you pull a pot from the stovetop, and pouring the white, liquid content into a bowl.

“Cooking,” he asked, stepping closer to see what you were making.

“Uhm, not really. Making chocolates,” you corrected, taking a whisk, and beginning to stir. That was when Suga spied the carton of cream and the empty chocolate bar wrappers on the counter.

“Oh, for tomorrow?” He hadn’t imagined bringing up the topic so quickly.

“What’s tomorrow?” Or not.

“Valentine’s Day…”

“Oh, no,” you shook your head, mixing the cream with the melting chocolate. “You know me, I stopped giving away Valentine’s Day chocolates after middle school.”

“I just thought, you know, making chocolates on the day before Valentine’s…” Suga trailed of. “Maybe there’s someone you want to confess to.”

You chuckled amused. “I wouldn’t confess to someone just because it’s Valentine’s Day. The chances of getting rejected are just as high as every other day of the year.”

“Wait, you’ve never tried confessing to someone on Valentine’s Day?” So his chances of getting a confession from you tomorrow had never existed anyway. But also, it suddenly made him doubt that it might be a good idea to confess to you now.

“No,” you admitted, stirring the chocolate-cream mix a little harder. “I wouldn’t confess to someone unless I were fairly certain they’d reciprocate my feelings… Besides, why should I confess to someone, if they’ve can’t be bothered to confess to me any other day of the year? Apparently, they’re not interested enough in me, for me to make the effort of confessing on that one special day. If I want to confess, I might do it as well on any other day. And besides, I’ve never seen the sense in confessing just to confess. And it makes things awkward, especially if it happens between friends.”

Suga felt his heart dropping. Had you figured out his feelings for you? Was this your way of saying ‘Keep that confession and let’s pretend everything’s back to normal’?

“I think most people who confess, knowing their feelings aren’t reciprocated, do so for closure,” Suga said, wondering why his voice suddenly sounded so sharp.

You seemed to have noticed his change in tone, too, looking up from the bowl you had kept stirring.

“Yeah, of course. And if that works for them, that’s cool. Doesn’t mean it would work for me.”

Suga blinked. He felt like he had been rejected even without having confessed anything yet.

“Sooo, you’re just making chocolates for fun? Or as friendship-chocolates?”

“For fun, I doubt anyone would want to eat my chocolates,” you laughed, as if trying to dispense the suddenly tense atmosphere.

“I would,” Suga shrugged, making you look up again.

“Is that your way of saying after three years you’re finally expecting chocolates on Valentine’s Day from me,” you laughed again, raising your eyebrows at him teasingly.

“Well, not expecting,” Suga defended, making you laugh even more. Oh, how he loved that sound. “Just… I wouldn’t complain.”

“Yeah, you and sweets,” you laughed. “But friendship-chocolates are usually store-bought, right? Wouldn’t it be weird to give you homemade ones?”

“I don’t care, chocolate is chocolate,” Suga mumbled, but he couldn’t deny that getting to eat something you had made would mean more to him than getting something he could as well have bought for himself in the store. “I mean, all you have to do is say ‘Those are friendship-chocolates’ and the other person knows what’s going on, right?”

“I guess so,” you agreed, grabbing the bowl you had been stirring the chocolate in, and emptying the contents into a prepared form, laid out with baking paper. “Aw man, this is not turning out nice.”

Suga couldn’t help the giggle that slipped over his lips as he watched you try to smooth down the surface of the chocolate in the baking tray, but it kept sticking to the knife you were using, creating waves, and refusing to smooth down.

“Oh, by the way, why did you drop by?”

Right, there had been a very specific reason. When he had stepped into your small flat, he had been very certain he would finally have the courage to confess his feelings for you. But now…?

The conversation of the past minutes had taken any confidence he had had. Not only was he more convinced than ever that you didn’t like him back, but you had also made it quite clear, that you would think it would make things awkward if someone confessed to you, who you didn’t feel the same way about. And suddenly he felt like it would be best to lie, as usual, while also trying to make his escape as quickly as possible.

“Oh, no reason really,” he answered, but there was one thought in the back of his mind that he just couldn’t get rid of. “Do you really think, someone who truly likes you, wouldn’t confess just because they can’t be bothered?”

“Well, no, of course not,” you sighed, still fighting a silent battle with the chocolate. “It takes tremendous amounts of courage to confess. And perhaps the person thinks just like me, that it’s not worth confessing if they’re not sure I like them. But if they aren’t sure I like them, it’s probably because I don’t. Because I’m really bad at hiding when I like someone, so if I did, they probably would have noticed very quickly. Why do you ask?”

Giving up the fight with the chocolate, you stood up straight, giving Suga a long look as if you expected him to say something. It felt like the way you were looking at him caused something inside of him to tense, all these feelings he had buried deep inside his chest for so long.

Couldn’t you avert your gaze? It was driving him crazy, made him feel like you were reading deep in his soul, laying bare all his well-kept secrets. And then it was too much. Just a minute ago he had decided against telling you the real reason for his visit, and now-

“The real reason I came here today was to tell you that I’ve been in love with you for the past three years.” The words came over his lips so quickly and fluently, he didn’t even know how the phrase had formed in his mind, and before he could quite register the surprised expression in your eyes, or the way your mouth dropped into a tiny “o”, or the way your breath hitched, he continued. “I know you think it will make things awkward, and it probably will. But I owe it to myself to be honest about the way I feel, and I’ve lied to myself for long enough, telling myself it’s okay to just have you as a friend until you eventually fall in love with someone and get together with them. But the truth is, I couldn’t stand that pain. I still value as a friend, but until I’ve dealt with these feelings, it wouldn’t be fair, not to either of us, to continue like this. Sorry.”

Not giving you a chance to respond, not wanting to hear those fateful words of ‘I’m sorry, but I don’t feel that way about you’, he quickly turned around, slipped into his shoes, not bothering to put them on properly, and escaped through the front door. It really felt like an escape, out of that small room of yours that smelled so nicely of chocolate and the laundry detergent you used and your shampoo. Out of that room that seemed to close in on him with every second that the realization increased that he’d never get to call himself yours. Just out of that room. And away from you.

The door was already falling into it’s lock when you called for him, your voice carrying something akin to panic, but Suga ignored you, just sprinted down the steps, grabbed his bike and made sure he got home as quickly as possible, hoping nobody would see his quivering lip or the tears on his cheeks.

Suga tried to call Daichi at last half a dozen times before he turned off his phone, unable to see your name appearing on the screen again and again as you tried calling him. Daichi was probably still at work, so he couldn’t answer, Suga reminded himself, as he buried himself in the blankets on his bed, turning on some anime he had watched over the past few weeks. Outside it had gotten dark quickly after he had returned home, and eventually he had fallen asleep to the noise of the show still running on the small screen of his laptop.

The next morning was, much to Suga’s dismay, bright and sunny. The weather had quickly taken a warm turn after the cold of January, plum blossoms already blooming on the trees he could see from the window in his dorm. Yesterday around this time, he had still imagined what it would be like to take you out for a date today. Nothing grand, maybe buy some cake at the small bakery at the corner, or at the convenience store, take a blanket and sit in the sun at the side of the river. But now the good weather did nothing but annoy him, so he pulled the curtains closed and tried to ignore the world outside. Which worked quite well, until the doorbell rang around noon. Wondering whether he had forgotten about an online order he had made, he got up and opened the door, only to come face to face with you.

You were nervous, he could tell that from even just a glance. Yesterday he had not only been disappointed and sad, but also angry, more at himself than anyone else. But now, with a bit of distance to his outbreak the day before, it was easier to stay calm.

“Happy Valentine’s,” you smiled shyly, avoiding his eyes, as you held out a small box to him. It was one of those cute Valentine’s Day paper boxes he had seen in the 100yen shop for the past weeks.

“Uhm…,” awkwardly Suga stood in the door, before hesitantly taking the box from you. “Wanna come in?”

“Are you sure?”

It felt like a stab to the heart. How had he managed to make you feel anything but welcome in his home in the span of a few minutes yesterday afternoon?

“Yeah, I mean…”

He stepped aside, holding the door open for you. You mumbled the usual greeting as you took off your shoes and stepped into the small, single room apartment.

“I tried making strawberry Daifuku. Emphasis on tried,” you explained, standing around a little helplessly. Suga motioned for you to sit down on one of the cushions of his small table on the floor. “I couldn’t find any red bean paste though, so I made them with chocolate cream.”

“You made them yourself,” Suga wondered, placing the small box on the table, and fetching two plates from the shelf above the sink.

“They’re for valentine’s day after all. So, I thought I might as well put in some effort. They’re kind of ugly though, just saying. Well, not ugly, they just look… authentically handmade.”

Suga giggled at your comment, placing the plates down on the table and fetching a bottle of milk tea and two classes.

“I thought you weren’t in the habit of handing out friendship-chocolates,” he teased. Sure, it kind of hurt, knowing you had rejected him yesterday, although technically you had never phrased it. He was just infinitely glad, that he hadn’t completely destroyed your friendship. “Or friendship-Daifuku, I guess.”

“No, I’m not,” you answered, and the suddenly tense tone made Suga freeze mid-motion, making him look up at you. “Those are not friendship-chocolates.”

“What?”

“They’re just… ordinary Valentine’s Day chocolates. The kind you give to the person you like, to confess to them. Because that’s what I’m here for. To tell you that I like you and have liked you a lot for a long time and- yeah. That’s why I’m here anyway.” You exhaled shakily, still not looking up at Suga, who stood like frozen half-way between the fridge and the table you were seated at.

He blinked a few times, trying to make your words make sense in his head. You liked him?

“Why didn’t you just say that yesterday,” he asked the first thought that popped into his mind.

“I tried,” you defended, finally looking up at him, and could see how close you were to bursting into tears. “I tried, but you just ran away and then wouldn’t answer my calls! And I wasn’t sure if you wanted to see me after that…”

Suga swallowed thickly, walking the rest of the way over to you, crouching down besides you and placing the glasses down.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, brushing the back of his fingers over your cheek. “I’m sorry for being such an idiot and confessing in such an undignified manner. And then running away before giving you the chance to answer. I messed up big time.”

“It’s okay-”

“It’s not. It’s really not. But unfortunately, I can’t change how much of an idiot I was in the past, so let me make it up to you? We can go for a walk, take the tea and the Daifuku, sit in the park for a bit and talk? If you’d like, that is.”

You took a deep breath and nodded, a smile finally tucking at your lips.

“Sounds like a date,” you teased, making his heart skip a beat.

“I was hoping for it to be one,” Suga grinned, standing back up.

He already knew exactly which spot in the park he wanted to take you to. Not the one underneath the plum blossoms. The grass there was in the shade, and without the sun it wouldn’t be warm enough for the thin jacket you were wearing. Instead, he’d take you to the other side of the river, that was in full early spring sun, from where you’d have a perfect view on the blossoms. And when you had eaten the treats which you had made and drunk the tea he would bring, he’d tell you again how much he liked you. Properly this time, without the annoyance and impatience in his voice, only with affection and warmth. Because you deserved nothing less than that.

Holding his hand out to you, he helped you off the floor, but didn’t let go immediately. Instead, he brought your hand up to his lips, placing a soft, lingering kiss on your knuckles that made both of your cheeks heat up.

When he pulled away, he quickly busied himself with throwing on a cardigan and pushing the bottle of milk tea he was still holding into one of the pockets before he grabbed the box of treats you had made for him and held his other hand out for you again. After a moment’s hesitation, you placed your own in his, watching as he closed his fingers around yours gently.

“Let’s go,” he smiled, guiding you out of the apartment, locking the door behind you. As he was walking down the stairs, the first box of sweets he had ever gotten for a Valentine’s Day in one hand, your hand in the other, he couldn’t wait to turn the rest of the day into the best first date either of you would have ever been able to imagine.

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mikrokcsmos · 1 year

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My Universe

synopsis; in which you get lost and Yoongi finds you.

pairing; idol!min yoongi x non-idol!reader

genre; angst, fluff, airport au

rating; PG-13

warnings; minor cursing (nothing explicit), reader has a minor panic attack, overprotective suga baby, we love a caring and attentive boi

w/c; 2,606

a/n; originally lost this entire draft and it took me three days to gain the energy and drive back to write it all over again from scratch. honestly though, I like this version better. anyways. enjoy, y’all. like/reblog and please leave some love. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YOONGI. this is a repost from my old account.

Yoongi hated the flashing lights.

They always blinded his vision and made him see a plethora of stars, the kind that didn’t involve nightly activities between you two, when he saw not only stars, but galaxies. No, these were the ones that didn’t exist to the normal fellow travelers making their way through the airport around him.

He also hated being singled out. Usually the reserved and quiet one within the group, with very few words to say. He’ll admit, he’s been able to loosen up over the years cause he got used to the constant attention, the pushy reporters, the even more personal bubble bursting paparazzi that had no moral boundaries apparently to get one stupid picture of him. Even if you couldn’t see his face, they still went at each other like hungry wolves fighting for the same prey.

It sickened him. But at the same time, he knew it was their way of making a living. So, he allowed it to happen, to an extent, now choosing to mainly ignore them with his head down and earphones in. Thank goodness he has bodyguards to do most of the brunt work with keeping them at bay, so he didn’t look like the bad guy in the situation. All he had to do was swiftly walk in between the hefty men that no one would dare to get close too. Easy peasy. Smiling underneath his black mask, he thought of you, and couldn’t wait to see you.

The only problem was, you weren’t used to the constant attention, you weren’t able to push through the pushy reporters, you weren’t able to keep walking with your eyes being blinded every five seconds by a different camera. Which made you start to get heart palpitations, becoming short of breath.

You were having a panic attack.

I mean, seriously? How were you supposed to know that there was going to be a ridiculous amount of people here to see your boyfriend at nearly, your eyes glanced up at the digital clock displayed above the flight signs, 2:27 in the morning?! You grunted to yourself, your hand pushing through the crowd and surprisingly in between the security surrounding Yoongi. A little detail you also failed to consider in your obvious fool proof plan.

You were so close to Yoongi, you almost grazed the back of his black leather jacket. It was a taller, broad chested, reporter that was holding a video camera that shoved you away just as you were going too. Causing you to finally get pulled into the whirlpool of paparazzi and fans alike that were desperate to gain the rapper’s attention. Like you.

Okay, so this wasn’t your best idea at surprising Yoongi. You’ll admit. The original plan was for him to meet you at the unmarked black SUV that he would be climbing into at the end of his airport journey. Where you could embrace and catch up in private. But this time, you thought you would spice things up a little. Your idea? To surprise him inside the airport, and not tell him you were going to surprise him. Cause, well, then it wouldn’t be a surprise now, would it?

Bad idea. Extremely bad idea. You thought about kneeling down to try and calm yourself, but realized that could end up fatal on your part since it would make you easier to get trampled over by the herd of feet you can hear squeak, click clack and stomp on the shiny, freshly cleaned, tile. It was non-stop.

Your hands clutched the sides of your head as you whimpered, becoming over sensitive from all the constant noise. Bodies continued to brush past you, some more aggressively than most, almost throwing you off balance multiple times. You tried counting back from ten, which normally works, but not this time. You knew you only had one last resort. You had to call Yoongi.

A picture of you lit up the rapper’s phone screen. Simultaneously stopping the music he was currently listening to with his wireless bluetooth headphones and replacing it with the ringtone you picked out for your contact when you called, opting for your couple song. The picture was of you wearing an oversized hoodie that came over your knees with Yoongi’s face on it. You were sitting sideways on the couch with your bare legs curled underneath you in his private studio. One of the many pictures he cherished of you, meant for his eyes only. His heartbeat subconsciously picked up as he got the ceremonious butterflies in his stomach that never fail to appear with anything that involved you.

A monotone voice could be heard over the ringtone announcing your contact name that you gave yourself, Baby Girl 🥵. Giving him the choice of answering it or not by speaking through the headphones. Which he did, in a heartbeat. After snickering at the description of the emoji you chose, sweat emoji, you claiming that you know you always had that affect on him. You were right.

“Hey sweaty.” A quiet chuckle could be heard on his end of the phone, mentally patting himself on the back for the playful jab of your contact name in good humor. He continued talking a mile a minute.

“You would not believe the amount of people that are here so damn early. It’s actually insane. Probably the worst amount of reporters and whatnot in a long time, but I’m almost there and I can’t wait to–“

As the last body brushed against you rather aggressively, it caused you to stumble harshly forward onto the tiled floor, hands catching your fall and knees taking the brunt force of it all. You let out a broken whimper, only catching bits and pieces of Yoongi’s ramblings through the phone that laid a few feet ahead of you on the floor due to your sudden impact. You reached out and clutched it tightly with your fingers, pushing your body up in a semi sitting position, much like the one that can be seen in your contact photo in Yoongi’s phone. One hand flat against the tile, propping your upper body up. Legs curled next to you, sideways. All you wanted to do was cry out of frustration at everything going wrong. So, you did.

Staring down at the rare pearly white smile that beamed at you for your eyes only, used as Yoongi’s contact photo in your phone, only made your watery eyes overflow with tears that streaked down your cheeks in little rivers. Breaths slightly becoming shorter, making you gasp out a sob involuntarily. You quickly put the phone on speaker and set it on the floor in front of you, knowing you wouldn’t have the strength to hold it much longer.

His rambling was abruptly cut off, ears straining to hear what he thought he heard, though it was hard to be sure from all the raucous noise surrounding him. He went to speak again, but stopped himself when he for sure heard your watery gasp through the phone. His smile wiped off his face in an instant, turning to one of worry.

“Baby? Where are you? Are you okay? Are you hurt? What’s wrong?” The questions flew out instinctually, him wanting to solve the situation as fast as possible. He knew you were having a panic attack. He could feel it in his gut as soon as he heard you, having helped you through them in the past.

He stopped his brisk walking pace and stood stock still, nearly making the security guard that was positioned directly behind him, plow into him, before catching his footing in time to avoid his client. He closed his eyes to try and get any clue from your end of the phone when you wouldn’t respond to him. As much as he wanted to freak out, he knew he had to stay the calm one between you two in order to find you before it got worse. He bit his lip in frustration, zoning out the nagging from his security guards to get him to continue on his foot path to the end destination, nearly wanting to let out a cry of his own when he heard it.

The same announcement over the airport loudspeakers that littered every corner of the building he was in, something to do about a travel package to Hawaii, he could hear echo through your side of the phone back at him. Okay, he thought rationally, so you were somewhere within the airport. That much could be certain. Now he needed just a little bit more to figure out where exactly you were located within the huge facility. Maybe…a sign? He thought logically. So, he asked you.

“Sweetie, you think you can read me some sort of sign near you so I can find you and help you? Please? I know it might be hard, but you can do it, baby. I believe in you. You got this.” He asked in his soothing voice he knows can get through to you in your current state of mind. Semi loud so you can hear what he says, but slowly and clearly.

You didn’t respond right away. Shaky and watery eyes immediately surveyed your surroundings in search of some kind of unique sign that could directly implicate your position on this tile floor that seems to get colder by the minute. You could literally feel the many pairs of eyes that walked by you on faces connected to bodies that didn’t even try to reach out and help you in the slightest. What a cruel world we live in, you thought bitterly. Though, you wondered, if you were in their shoes, would you have done any differently? And that thought alone sobered you up immediately. A fresh new set of tears falling down your cheeks in streams now.

There it was, the sign you were looking for. Directly above your head, ironically. It was a picture of a smiling, and blended family, much like your own, you thought with a watery smile. In bright red letters, and a snazzy font, it read ‘Family Doesn’t End With Blood’. You managed to somewhat clearly reiterate the sign you just read to your ever patient boyfriend, hoping and praying to all that is holy that it’ll be enough and you can soon be in the comfort of his arms.

As soon as he heard the words fall out of your mouth he opened his eyes and slowly turned his body in a circle, reading every sign his eyes found hoping that the next one he reads will be the one you just told him.

Bingo.

It wasn’t even that far from where he stood. He immediately pushed through the last throes of the crowd surrounding him, or what remained. It seemed like half splintered off upon getting what they needed from him already. He didn’t even care what the remaining vultures thought of him, or what berating he’ll surely receive from his head of security once they find out he fled them of his own accord. All he cared about was finding you, making sure you were safe, calming you, and holding you in his arms.

It’s like the life you two shared ran through his mind in flashes, like a reel of a film. It spurred him to pump his legs even harder, especially when he noticed the lone figure that half lay beneath the sign. Getting closer he could see how fast your chest rose and fell, the tears that littered your flushed cheeks, and your eyes that widened upon landing on him coming towards you. He could visibly see your body sag in relief, which made his heart flutter knowing he could make you feel so calm in a matter of a look. It was the same way with you, for him.

He slid the last few feet in front of you on his knees. Not wasting any time, he began searching your body for any kind of wounds or minor injuries that could’ve triggered your attack, hands hovering over every bit of your body he examined. He found none, except your hands and knees scraped up a bit. He exhaled a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Good. Now to calm you down.

“I’m here, baby. I’m here, and you did so well. I’m so proud of you.” He praised you with a look so full of warmth, you couldn’t help but give a small, shaky smile in response. Feeling like a little kid again, you reached out to him with grabby hands. I need you now. A silent demand.

He encased your body with his arms, and gently pushed your head to lay where his heart is with one hand on the back of your head, the other brought your body impossibly closer than it already was, making you half lay on him now. With him supporting your body weight completely, you slumped into him in pure exhaustion, eyes closing and hands gripping the back of his jacket like you would never see him again after you departed. After a mere 4-5 minutes of listening to his heartbeat, your breathing returned to normal. Your eyes dried up. Your body regained its strength back.

You tried to unwrap yourself from him, but his response was to grip onto you even tighter, not wanting to let you go just yet. So, you let him. Returning the embrace with as much passion as he was. You lost track of how much time passed there on that tile floor, that oddly, didn’t feel as cold anymore.

It wasn’t until the head of Yoongi’s security cleared his throat loudly, did you look up from your position still attached to the rapper. Yoongi didn’t even flinch, making no attempt to acknowledge the man. Which left things in your hands. He stood off to the side of you two with his hands clasped together in front of his stomach, posture rigid, but eyes letting you know that he understood why your boyfriend broke the rules. He nodded at you once making eye contact and tilted his head in the direction of where the car garage was, subtly telling you that you guys needed to get up and it was time to go. Then he left, footsteps receding until you could hear them no more. That’s when you finally managed to get the rapper’s attention.

“Yoongs, can we go home now?” You asked meekly, voice sounding weak due to not getting much use of it for awhile. Your eyes must’ve been puffy for sure. They took the most damage.

You could feel him nod his head in the crook of your neck and reluctantly let you go. Yoongi stood up first, then extended his hand out to you to help you up off the floor. Gripping onto it tightly, you managed to raise yourself back up on your feet. He refused to let go of your hand even after you were up, instead opting to pull you flush to his side. You gave him a small smile of thanks, squeezing his hand, your silent way of saying ‘I love you’ to each other without words. He squeezed your hand back twice. ‘I love you too’. Your other hand finding purpose in the crook of his elbow, holding it gently yet firmly, you leaned into his side.

And then you walked in sync towards the car garage in the now unnaturally calm atmosphere, security once again flanking the both of you now.

Just two lovers wanting nothing more than to collapse into each other in their shared bed, at their shared home, where they can create their own little universe of stars only they could see.

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trifoliumrex · 10 months

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Let's Burn Chapter 8

Master

1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8

A reader x J-hope x Suga fic

But also reader x yoongi

But also Hobi, and Jay. the multiverse am I right?

Word Count: 4672

Here now and bathed in pain and blood:

It doesn't take Suga long to get to the warehouse. He beats his men. He's sure of that at least. He hopes he beats Hobi. That seems too lucky though. He seriously doubts that any of you have been graced with any luck. If this is a story, it's not a rom-com. He’s pretty sure it's a tragedy. You are doomed to die. Jay is doomed to watch. And Suga is doomed to, No. He’s not doomed.

There isn't anything in the world that could make him kill Jay. Not this time. He doesn't even think He could do it to save the next you because somehow he knows. Somehow he knows that this is the important one if they fail this time they really will always fail. You will always die.

You're screaming. Inside the building. He can hear you from all the way out here. He’s only heard it once. That first time and only from the phone. This is worse. This is so much worse. The second he steps through the threshold he smells it. The whole place reeks of gasoline. Suga pauses. The feeling of smoke not yet formed already in his lungs. He hesitates for just a moment. The feeling of choking to death memories from a him he hates more than anyone else, maybe even more Namjoon. If they both weren't here maybe Namjoon wouldn't be. Maybe You and Hobi could be here safe and happy.

He should have finished it. He should have finished the job and let you out of this hell loop. You let out another scream and something hits his shoulder and he spins around reaching for the gun he doesn't have. How could he forget he flashes the briefest look of fear before looking up. His fear goes to despair.

“You shouldn't be here Hobi. we can’t lose you” Suga’s voice is full of longing and pleading emotions at war, he doesn't want Hobi here. He can’t do this alone and Hobi is the one he wants to wrap his arm around. The one he wants to hold onto him

“You should know we can’t stay away. We had a talk and we’re on the same page.” Hobi smiles. It doesn't reach his eyes. It's half at best. But it's still brighter than anything Suga ever could muster on his own. Despite the pain.

“No” Suga says and his voice is so strangled. So weak. Like when he first woke up. “Please Hobi” another scream makes him wince. Hobi hands him his gun. He can feel the memories but actually using the gun? He’s not sure if he has the skill. The literal muscle memory.

“I don’t know how to use it. Come on” he takes Suga's hand. This time they will go together. Hobi leads the way. He knows the way. Jay can’t come out now. He can’t deal with this, Poor Thing. He doesn't have emotional intelligence. He needs a moment to figure out how to be here. It's fine they only have one gun between them.

If you had asked Suga earlier, hey out to the three of you who do you think will leap head first into a building that is almost definitely going to be engulfed in flame Hobi wouldn't have been at the top of your list. Not if you could help it, if any of them could help it. Hobi wasn't afraid though. Not like the rest of them. He's afraid for you but his primary emotion seems to be determination. The loop ends here, and your death won’t collapse it.

While Jay and Suga have been plotting revenge Hobi has been looking for a different solution. There are so many new areas to explore. So many things he was capable of that he didn't know about. He wasn’t ok with all of it of course. You’re right he is a good man. But perhaps not as good as the rest of you believe. Perhaps he’s being corrupted. Hobi doesn't mind. Not when he sees a certain kind of truth in the other hims and Suga's methods. Sometimes the simplest of actions is the right one and what's more simple than brute force.

He takes Suga's hand and leads him up the stairs. He’s half a step faster then Suga and Suga has to tug him back. The situation is desperate. Still Hobi has time to give him a look. An are you serious? I'm not a damsel in distress. I'm not goes through his head a conversation only for the two versions of himself. The screams stop and Suga tries to run. Hobi grabs him and shoves against the wall. “She's not dead. He makes him watch. He always makes ME watch. He always makes me watch”

“You remember ?” That pained voice is back. Hobi doesn't have time to fix it. He reaches out. Put a hand on Suga's arm. It's not much but for now it's all they can afford.

“It works both ways. He’s me and I'm him Suga.” Suga cringes back. If there was more time he’s reach out. Tell him it was ok. Because it means he gets to know Suga in this life. That it had to be this Suga. Yoongi never would have let him in. Jay was the key. Besides, For all Jay's faults. Hobi loves him too. He sees the good in Jay that he doesn't see in himself and he sees the darkness that Jay is so willing to overlook. The protective instinct runs both ways. “You listen to me Suga. This time has to be different. Whatever it take she lives”

“No.” Hobis' eyes flash for a second and suddenly Jay surfaces. He grabs the gun out of Suga's hands. Suga lets him take it but his hands grip tight on Jays wrists. “No. You both live. This time both of you live. She can’t. You saved her after Yoongi! You think she can survive one of us dying because of her?! Both of us?! She’ll blame herself! You know what that will do to her” Jay tries to pull away.

The cycle playing out over and over again has never stopped him before. So why should it now. What's the point of any of this without you? It won't matter without you. Suga's grasp is strong and firm. It's the Suga that he remembers unmarred by the weight of Yoongi's actions. Almost untethered to this world. Tethered only to him and to the idea that maybe this time will be different. Maybe this time it will change.

“You want to know why it never works? What is your problem?” He sees the anger build in Jay's face and there is another scream. He still can't pull away. The grip on his wrist is strong and growing stronger.

“That you always shot me before I could explain? That Namjoon is more fucked up then I thought? Or is it just that I tried to take your girl? Is this where I find out that this is hell that none of you are real and this is my punishment?!” Suga rolls his eyes and Jay considers shooting him to test out this latest theory.

“You are so fucking dramatic. Your problem is you never had a plan. Not once even when you did it was always a shit plan. What happens if you kill him?” Suga sounds actually angry. At him. Jay can’t help but feel a little indignant.

“He dies,” Jay spits out. He has to admit. He likes that part. Every time he gets to kill him. He enjoys slaughtering him like the animal that he is.

“Does he? Or does he move on to the next her” Jay pauses. Does he care? If he has you here and that you he doesn't know the other you did she matter? He might not care. Hobi does and stops struggling. Suga sees the switch and is glad. Glad for a Jay that is not only is kind and beautiful and good but also has the ability to make a plan and stick to it.

“I wouldn’t know her, I mean, I might not and if I did she'd probably just be your girl. Shes always yours. You wouldn't expect him” Jay bites his lip. Until he tastes blood. Blood, that focuses him.

“I called the cops” He takes the gun back. “I shoot him. Not fatally. I’ll probably get arrested too but after they see what he did to her. After I tell everyone about his crazy letters. How he was stalking her. After they see whatever he's done to her'' he winces. He only saw you that one time really. The other times he just knew you were dead. Usually Jay even told him. Jay didn't even seem to realize it was him. His Suga. Always to late. Always not good enough to save you.

“So that's your plan. Go in there shoot him non fatally then walk away?” Jay sounds at best skeptical. At worst, still angry. At jay for the mess he’s made at Hobi, for letting himself be in danger.

“No. we need to make sure the cops find him. That he lives'' Jay doesn't like it. Doesn't like that at all. Namjoon isn't right. He’s barely even human. Whatever this traveling between lives and universes it has to be his fault.

“This is a bad plan Suga. You’ll understand.” He’ll try. For Suga. For future yous He’ll try.He lets Suga take the lead. Suga isn't prepared. Doesn't understand. He will. Suga is confident that this will work. He remembers when he was confident. The first two or three times. When he thought he just had bad luck.

Suga opens the door. It's always the same door. Always the same room and by the time he gets it open it's always the same sight. Namjoon always gets bored of the chair and you are always on the floor. Usually he’s over you. Sometimes he strips you, sometimes not. He likes to shock Jay. Jay would have thought that was no longer possible. When he sees Namjoon inside of you. Hears you begging for him to stop. Begging Jay to make him stop. It always shocks him. It always makes him pause.

You're on the floor exposed. Your clothes torn off your body. He’s not inside of you this time. This time there are cuts. Deep cuts littering your body and Namjoon straddling your hips seeps to have been fingerpainting in your blood. Gleefully. Like a monster or a child. Like both. You turn your head to the sound of the open door and your eyes are glassy. “Go” you croak out. It's worth a try. You know it wont work. There is so much blood but the worst is your scar. Namjoon has re-opened it.

Suga would never leave you. He points the gun at Namjoon but doesn't fire. “Get off her,” Suga says in a voice that's oddly detached. Namjoon smiles at him.

“You’re not Yoongi are you? I read his file. He was interesting” Namjoon presses his thumb into your open cheek making you writhe under him. The pained whine that comes from you makes his finger squeeze the trigger just a hair farther. “You were better though. You always made such interesting choices. I hated you of course. Until he hated you brought him even closer to me. You weren't the problem” his thumb presses in deeper and the whine turns into a gasping sound.

“Neither was she. Jay was the fucking problem.” Namjoon withdraws his hand and brings the blood to his lips. Suga makes a face of disgust.

“Do you know what I did? Before you brought me here? He liked to kill them but do you know what he did with their eyelids?” Namjoon’s focus goes back to you even when he hears the footsteps that he knows means Jay is here. “We ate them.”

“What, is that a sex thing or”

“I hated them. I wanted them to suffer. So I took part of them” he brushes the hair back from your face. “So they would suffer forever.”

“Get the fuck off her. Then we can talk about your shit and” Namjoon pounces on you and at first for a moment Suga thinks he’s kissing you. Until you scream in pain. He pulls back and there's blood pouring from his mouth. Your ear is gone. Suga fires.

It should have hit. It would have hit, But a body slams into his wrestles for the gun. Jay or Hobi or both stare down at him. Wrestling for the gun. Suga could shoot him. Both of them. Maybe Namjoon would go to the next world but it didn't have to be his problem. It could be Jays. fuck Hobi. Collateral damage. Just like you had been.

“Sorry Jay.” He whispers ready to make this all go away. His own fault really he gave Suga the idea after all. Hobi's eyes widen and suddenly you make an awful choking sound. Suga turns his head. Namjoon looks angry. The rage simmering beneath the surface finally making its face known.

Hobi gets his first look at you. His first real look and sucks in a breath. Suga sees the wounds of course how could he not But Hobi. Hobi understands. “Oh no. no no no no no '' Namjoon says, his hand gripping at your throat. He’s pulled you up to your feet holding you by the neck in front of him like a shield. “You don’t kill him. I think you're right. I think it ends here. Jay, come on. This can be the last time. Kill him first. I'll take care of her”

“I'm not Jay” Hobi says, finally getting the gun out of Suga hands. “ Jay is… a fucking idiot Namjoon. I'm sorry I let him scream at you. But this. What you've done here” Your fingers. Your fucking fingers. The pinky. Fuck he must have sucked on the wound. He can see there was no chance of reattachment. The ring finger though. Hope. He feels hop blossom in his chest as Jay understands that maybe just maybe its not lost. He wants to help you.

Get your out of here as whole as he can.

“It's magnificent. Thing is. Jay… he needs her. Id say fuck him I really would Namjoon. But he’s part of me. The eating thing. That's part of him right? The RM part? You didn't do that before'' Namjoon frowns. He has a point. That's a new need. He licks at your ear and your knees give out. He smiles.

“Fuck him though right. Because I see you and fuck. He was so stupid.” He takes a step forward and Namjoons grip on you tightens. Hobi puses past your limp body and wraps his long arms around Namjoon. Hobi doesn't stop embracing him in the way his sure Namjoon has dreamed of. Not even when you blood starts to soak his back. Namjoon's grip on you loosens for just a second. “You’re so beautiful Namjoon. Just put her down”

“I like you Jay. You’re a little slut. Too bad I know the truth. To keep you I just have to crush one little windpipe. You can keep him. How about that.” he eyes Suga. He wouldn't mind taking a bite out of him. a teething toy to keep Jay's pretty face pristine.

“No.” He shoots Namjoon. The shoulder. Nothing too serious. Not if he can attend to the wound. Namjoon drops you and Suga is over to you in an instant. He even manages to catch you. Pulling you away. If he had known. How much easier it would be with Suga here?! He could have stopped this so long ago. If he had just asked for help. Begged if he needed to.

Fuck Namjoon is bleeding bad but so are you. “Suga you have to stop the bleeding” Suga puts his hands over you but hesitates. You have so many wounds. He has no idea what would Hobi's talking about. “No. Honey you have to keep him alive so I can help her” Suga looks at Namjoon and maybe. Maybe he doesn't care about you and others either. It was easy to talk a good talk before he saw him bite into you. Saw what he’s already done. “SUGA”

You blink at him slowly just a few times. “Suga.. it hurts…” you whisper. Suga's eyes widen. He doesn't know how to make the pain stop. He stands and swaps with Hobi. A move so choreographed it could be a dance. Hobi is over you in seconds and starts proding at you making you whimper at each touch. “You're not supposed to be here. You're not supposed to hurt '' You say in protest the pain making your voice somehow both rougher and more like that of a child.

“I know. I know baby” Hobi mutters not distracted, your pain focused on something you can’t quite see. Your fingers where are they He looks at Suga. “Find out where he put her fingers. The ring finger. I think I can save it”

Suga applies pressure to Namjoon's wound. “Where is it?” when he doesn't immediately respond Suga increases the pressure until the man starts to scream. Sugar south twists into a wicked grin that you’ve never seen before. You miss it, not your attention entirely on Hobi as he un-caps a small bottle and starts applying it to your wounds. Glue. enough to stop the bleeding for a moment. It would hurt coming off. He was glad for his stint in the understaffed, underfunded ER.

Your whimpering is louder and Namjoon tries to make a lunge. For you or for Hobi he can't say. “Will I kill him if I break his legs?” Suga calls over Nmajoon's cursing.

“Find out where her finger is!! Then break them!” Hobi’s is so focused on your face. Trying to super glue the edges of the jagged wound together. Jagged. Fuck what did he do? He couldn't have used a knife. A wave of nausea passed over him, what had he used then? “Stay still honey. You need to stay still”

“It hurts!” You insist “Stop!” You try and grab his hands. He takes both of your wrists in his but your blood makes it slippery Suga looks up at the sound of your struggling and then he sees it. One of your fingers.

“Where is the other one?!”

“I guess I didn't need to bite her again” Namjoon starts to laugh. “I already took part of her. You should try it. Then even when I kill her you can be together” Suga punches him and makes a dash for the finger. Picking it up and bringing it to Hobi. He presents it not unlike a ring. Hobi takes one look and a small sound comes out of his throat.

It sounds a lot like despair.

He looks at the walls. Your fault. The message was written for him. Over and over again. Your fault. Namjoon is right. This is his fault. Your fingers are not getting fixed. The wounds. More scars. Should he try again? Start the cycle again? Let you do so he can save you. Hobi doesn't know how to fix this. “Too late Suga. Too late” he lets go of your wrists and they stay limply where they are.

Suga crouches over you. Looking for clean skin. Something to embrace. To comfort you. To make this just a little better for you. Till he hears a click. The gun the fucking gun. Namjoon is aiming it at you. Jay blocks the path of the bullet. “I knew you loved me, Jay. you didn't kill be when you have the chance”

“That's right I love you. But if you kill them we can't be together. I’ll follow them. You know that.”

“That's fine. I always liked that part the best. I’ll kill her then you can have the gun. How does that sound?” You let out a whimper of terror. Trying to crawl away but not even able to flip yourself over. “Look she's not even fun anymore.”

Suga lunges and Namjoon fires. Maybe he’ll cross over with them, maybe not. Namjoon doesn't care. Suga falls but from the wrong way Namjoon scowls as his eyes leave Suga and go to Jay now bleeding out. That's a new one. Jay had never tried to say Suga before. Suga lunges again and knocks him to the ground his fist collides with his head over and over until he’s not sure if he’s alive or dead before crawling back to Hobi who's trying to hold himself together. He looks at Suga and for the first time tonight looks afraid. “Suga” He says in a voice so small and scared.

His face changed into Jays. His face is calm and if it weren't for the rapid breathing he might even seem ok. He looks at Suga with a cold expression. “I think you saved Yoongi's body Suga. Maybe” He lets out a groan. “We don't have to both die” Suga watches as hobi strugles to get to the surface but is refused. forced to stay somewhere it might be safe.

“I only told them two ambulances, Jay!” Jay closes his eyes, he lets go of his wound and grabs Suga's collar.

“Promise! You have to fucking promise me. You make them take her first! Then him!”

“Then YOU!”

“NO. HE CAN'T TOUCH HER AGAIN” the sirens are getting louder and Jay's death grip starts to loosen his eyes flutter once. Then twice. “Let me hold her? Please” Suga helps him over to you. His arms go over you.

“Jay” you whimper and somehow you're still able to cry. Suga helps the two of you wraps your arms around each other. It isn't enough. There’s no strength in either of you, and Suga doesn't have enough hands to hold the blood in both of you. He tries to hold you together. Too bad he doesn't even have enough hands for that.

You pass out to the sound of sirens getting close and the smell of gasoline. It’s at least better than the smell of smoke.

You wake up to the smell of the hospital. You spent enough time visiting Yoongi and then Suga to know the smell intimately. There's a beeping that makes you frown. Frowning turns out to be a mistake. You let out a groan of pain and a hand gently grasps yours. “Hey, take your time ok?” Suga's voice is gentler than ever.

You try to sit up but Suga has to help you with a hand on your wrist stopping you from trying the injured limb. You open your eyes but only one opens. “Just some bandages” he whispers, reading the alarm on your face.

“Hobi?” Suga sucks in air and then looks away. It takes him minutes to look back at you. You know because you watch the minute hand rotate. It seems like it takes longer though.

“Hobi, he’s ok. He’s mostly ok. I can bring him here. Would you like that?” you nod very slowly. You know there's more. The fact that he can’t tell you makes the heartbeat picked up by the monitor start to get erratic.

You hear tiers approaching and want to turn your head but last time it had hurt. You stay still expecting the worst. He's fine mostly but half of him is missing. He’s fine but he's only got a week to live. He’s fine but… he doesn't remember you. You feel a fan on your injured one. So gentle. No pressure applied to the damaged stubs that had once been digits. “Hi”

“Hobi?”

“Right here honey”

“Jay?” He pauses and you slowly turn your head. He waits for you. Wait till he knows you can see. He shakes his head. You start to sob and Hobi holds you. You feel Suga on your other side and think you can hear him cry too.

Recovery is a long process. It's made longer by the fact that Hobi can’t help. Suga is bumbling as a nurse, honest and enthusiastic but nowhere near as skilled as Hobi. Still. Every day until Hobi gets his strength back they exchange the ritual. Ensuring each other that they are each other's hope. You like to watch from the couch. Smiling at them. When you can.

You don't have to do physical therapy. Your wounds were minor. That’s what the doctors say. When you close your eyes. You can feel the ones that were not so minor. Jay is gone but Hobi can remember. Sometimes his hands wander over the place where scars should be. Or where limbs should be missing.

Hobi Has his own secret. You’re so fragile though. And Suga, he’s happier. Suga always liked him better. Maybe Hobi is better than the truth. Today you’re in your bed. You don't want to get up. You’ve had a very vivid dream.

It's not that you don't understand why they didn't kill him. You just keep thinking he’s going to get out. He’s going to find you and finish what he started. Jay made you feel safe. Especially after you remembered. Especially after he was gone. Hobi knocks on the door fresh from his exercises and a bit of amusement on his lips until he opens and sees you.

The worst is your scar. His attempts to keep your blood inside you had only made it more noticeable. It was impossible to hide now. He understands the guilt Suga felt. There's no Yoongi for him to hide behind though. This was his actions. “Bad dream?”

“Not sure. Could have been a memory. He had sharp teeth. Did he”

“Bad dream I think” Hobi says as he sits down next to you. He pulls you into him just a little roughly and he can feel your heart skip a beat. This is the way Jay used to hold you. “You miss him”

“I'm sorry I love you Hobi I just. I loved him too”

“I…honey. I” He swallows. “Jay was wrong. He didn't die, we both did. But something happened” Your eyes widen. “I'm not. them. But I am. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry”

“Like him? Like Namjoon? Both” The man in front of you nods. He’s been so afraid. SO reluctant to tell you the truth. He holds just once. “Who are you?”

“Hope” He says with a frown. He hadn't thought of a name yet. The Hope is for Hobi. That light is there, but there's also something else. “J-hope.” He amends “But hope is easier”

“My hope” You say like it's a spell.

“Our hope,” Suga says from the door. He knows Hope knew he was there. He comes over. No more secrets between you.

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