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iamverysmall-andihavenomoney · 3 years

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Hi I just found your account and I enjoy your writing a lot the flow of it is refreshing that’s besides the point though 😤✋I was wondering if you would write a street racing AU where Kenma and Kouroo are interested in someone from a rival group

Street Racer Rivalries

Haikyū!! Masterlist

Pairings: Street Racer! Mechanic! Kozume Kenma x Mechanic! Street Racer! Gender Neutral! Reader, Street Racer! Kuroo Tetsurō x Street Racer! Mechanic! Gender Neutral! Reader

Warnings: Street Racing AUs, Saffron shows off their lack of car knowledge, illegal street racing, rivalries, strong language, talk of racing injuries.

A/N: Hi there! Thank you, I'm glad you enjoy it! ☺️ But umm -- yes? I live for this idea (i might even make a series out of it, if anyone wants 🤷) but thank you for the request!

Kenma Kozume

He really doesn't like racing, let's be honest.

If he could, Kenma would stay in his shop all day long.

Hell, it's not like he needs the money.

He's such a well-known mechanic in the underground racing scene, he easily makes all of the money he could ever need.

His only real competition is Akaashi Keiji and someone named L/N Y/N?

Akaashi he could deal with, as Fukurōdani's group was rather well acquainted with Nekoma, hell, the held practice races all of the time.

But whoever this other up-and-coming mechanic was, was seriously pissing him off.

It wasn't that they were stealing all of his customers, he still had a lot of business.

It was that they just had to be with Karasuno.

The one group Kuroo was obsessed with besting - in everything.

Plus, who could have such a reputation for someone who'd only just joined the scene?

They, along with Karasuno's newest racers had put the group on a fast-track to the top.

They hadn't surpassed Karasuno.

Yet.

He wasn't sure why hearing your name pissed him off as much as it did.

But here he was, ranting to Kuroo as he worked on one of the group's main racing vehicles.

"Why won't Shōyō tell me anything about them either? They're so secretive about this new mechanic - all of them. Are they waiting for a fucking debut, here?"

"It took years for Nekoma to get the reputation it has, same for everyone else. Why does someone with no prior affiliation with any group, so easily surpass so many people?"

Then Kuroo worsens it by teasing Kenma.

"Are you sure this isn't just because Hinata is keeping a secret from you, for once?"

Now, it's a month later - the first big race in a while.

Lately, the cops had been far too aware of where the groups would be for anyone's comfort, so they collectively decided to lay low for a while.

And he's finally getting to see Karasuno in a big race.

He wasn't sure of everyone's official racers - but you usually weren't, until they lined themselves up.

Kenma wasn't particularly invested in the race, more here to finally see if you were all everyone talked you up to be.

"Are you really trying to 'wow' them in a tank top and coveralls?" Bokuto turns his nose up as he looks over Kenma's choice in clothing.

A black tank covered Kenma's chest, while his navy coveralls covered him from the waist-down, sleeves knotted together, around his waist to hold them up. His hands and arms are still stained dark from his work this morning and he's not quite sure on the status of his face, with the lack of looking in a mirror today. With a shrug, Kenma brings another chip to his mouth.

After a moment of silence, a scoff leaves his lips, "I'm not trying to 'wow' anyone. I'm scoping out the new competition, at most."

"I thought you said, just yesterday, they weren't worth your time?" Kuroo smirks at his smaller friend. Despite Kenma acting so peeved with your presence, he knew that it was all a front. He knew his best friend better than anyone end he could tell that his interest in you was just being covered up by feigned annoyance.

Kenma rolls his eyes, "I mean, you aren't either, but here we are."

Akaashi lets a breath escape him, before glancing over as he sees a flash of several headlights, looking over at the orange and black themed cars rolling in. "Looks like you have your chance to... Scope out your competition. Won't be long until Itachiyama and Shiratorizawa start arriving, as well."

Bokuto claps a large hand on Kenma's tattooed shoulder, making the faux-blonde cringe at the contact. "Go on, Ken! We'll catch up with you, soon!"

Kenma doesn't hesitate to step away from the other three, taking easy strides on his way over to where the vehicles were now parked, scattered around one another. The first to take notice of him, Shōyō, lights up, straightening from his position, previously leaning against the hood of his car. Though, seeing that he wasn't moving to greet Kenma, they cat-eyed male look at who he was talking to.

Finally laying eyes on the person he'd found himself 'hating' for the past few nights, any insults he had for you left him. Seeing you reclined against the hood of one of Karasuno's best cars, looking like you'd just come from the shop, much like him.

When your eyes found his, he notices that whatever you had been saying slowly faded out while you focused on him. And oversized orange and black jacket adorned your figure, keeping you away from the crisp breeze. He wondered if it was yours by the way or enveloped you, though on the arm, your last name shown clear, orange lettering bold against the black.

You slide from the good of the vehicle, your jacket falling from your body so you can tuck it in through the open window of what he guessed to be your car. You were dressed in nearly the same thing as him, black coveralls tied up around your waist and a large black shirt that seemed too big for you, as well, tucked into it. Not hesitating to step forward, Hinata finds himself falling back, wanting to bare witness from afar.

The smug grin tugging at the edges of your lips makes Kenma narrow his eyes further, "This is the great Kozume Kenma? Wow, no one really did you any justice, now did they?"

Of course you would be the smug type. Though, he supposed you had every right to be. You were an impressive individual. "And you're L/N Y/N... For someone who wanted to be so mysterious, you sure weren't hiding."

"I can't take credit for that idea. It was all Suga. Said we needed an ace up our sleeve." Shrugging nonchalantly, you flash Kenma a lazy grin. Mainly because it was oh-so obvious it was getting under his skin. "Though I have heard someone has been a bit obsessed with me, recently."

Kenma finally lets out something near a laugh, "You would be so lucky. Are you racing tonight?"

Hearing the rumble of other engines, the both of you realize that it wouldn't be long before you would both have to walk away to be with your separate groups. "Wouldn't you like to know," Kenma turns his head back towards you, raising an eyebrow. "I guess you'll just have to keep an eye out for me, won't you, Kozume?"

You take an easy step back, before turning to walk away, "I look forward to racing you, one day, Kozume."

"Likewise..." Kenma finds himself staring at you as you walk away from him, impressed by how bold you are, despite himself. Belying his previous 'hate' towards you, a slight smile pulls at the corners of his lips.

Much as Kenma found himself excited whenever he raced or encountered Shōyō, even his three friends could tell that he was intrigued, from their distance.

Kuroo Tetsurō

He, unlike Kenma, loves the thrill of racing.

Even if he doesn't do it as often now, he still manages to love when he does race.

Now, Nekoma doesn't have much real competition.

They've been among the top racing groups for year now and not even up-and-comers like Karasuno were going to change that.

Despite Kuroo's reassurance in the stability of his position as best racer and 'leader' of Nekoma's group, there were certain other groups that managed to get under his skin.

Groups like Daishō Suguru's group, Nohebi.

The group who'd been giving him more trouble than anyone else, since they'd gotten started.

He hated Daishō.

He hated Nohebi.

Nohebi played dirty and had injured multiple of his racers.

Most recently injured had been Yaku.

He wasn't sure who had been driving, but he remembered the person who had stepped up to reprimand the driver for the blatant foul play.

Acting like you were going to veer into another car and doing it were two different things.

He wasn't sure if it was because you were the one who had to fix your own vehicle or because you were worried about the opposing driver.

But he was intrigued.

Especially when you slapped Daishō for trying to "calm you down" by grabbing your wrist.

You had such an attitude and were so independent.

You caught his attention awfully quick.

After that, he kept an eye out for you.

He was whipped from day one.

Now normally, it takes forever for him to develop feelings for someone, but you were such a strong individual, he was whipped.

Though what sealed the deal for him was when you would tease him back and flirt with him.

At first he thought it was just because you wanted to piss off Daishō, but when he noticed that you seemed to enjoy it just as much as he did, he really was whipped.

You spotted him before he spotted you. As per usual when it came to you. You were good and sneaking up on him. It should have been more concerning to him than it was when a hand came to cover his eyes, your voice crooning in his ear playfully, "Guess who."

He knew you, quite easily, by your voice. You'd become well acquainted with sneaking up on him.

After all, it had been what? Two years since this mutual bantering and rivalry had started. By this point, both of your respective groups were getting a little tired of constantly having to be a witness to all of the flirting that was done.

"L/N, I think I'd recognize the strong smell of motor oil anywhere." Kuroo turns around to face you, hands tucked in the pockets of the red and black jacket he wore. The same one that matched the jackets of the rest of his group.

"Well, unlike someone, I've been working pretty hard, y'know?" Your own hands drift to your pockets, "Not all of us have minions doing all of our work, for us."

One of Kuroo's eyebrows shoot up, "Oh? Last I heard was that someone in particular had a whole shop of people working for them."

A light laugh escapes you, the air fogging up a bit in front of your face as your warm breath met the crisp air surrounding you both. "Yeah? Who told you that? The same asshole that's trying to drag other unfortunate souls into working with him?"

Heaving out a deep, faux sigh, Kuroo tilts his head. "The position with me is still open." His cooing voice almost makes you forget how he'd opted to phrase it. Almost.

"As much as I hate the snaky bastard, the money is too good to pass up." You lean yourself back, making contact with the hood of Kuroo's car. His favorite and ace vehicle, in fact.

"You know I could easily pay you twice what he does," he leans in and places a hand on either side of the hood, next to you. "So what's it going to take to convince you I'm a better choice than him?"

You cross your arms, a smug look crossing your face. "Why do I think this has less and less to do with your need for a mechanic?.. I think you might be a little obsessed with me, there, Kuroo."

A smirk matching your own crosses his lips. "Maybe I am, L/N. What are you going to do about it?"

"Well, there are a few things-" You find yourself cut off as you note Daishō's shouts from across the way. A sigh escapes you and you bring a hand to Kuroo's chest, pushing a finger into his shoulder and making him lean back. "Looks like I've got to go. Until next time, Kuroo."

"Keep my offer in mind," The tall man lets out a sigh as he watches you walk away from him. He glances over his shoulder as he feels a hand there, seeing his faux-blonde friend. "They'll be working for me one day. Just you wait."

Bokuto lets out a hearty laugh, causing people to look in the direction of the two tall men. "You've been saying that for how long, now?"

A scoff comes from behind them, causing them to turn around, "About two years, now. He's a little desperate, don't you think?"

Kuroo rolls his eyes at his friends' teasing, head turning in your direction just in time to catch you quickly farting your own gaze away.

You'd be a lot more to him than just another person in his racing group, one day.

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mega-moonlite · 3 years

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Haikyuu! boys final words to you

Hinata: You guys have been married for almost a decade. You had two children now too. When your house had erupted into flames he wasn’t as scared as you, but happy the kids were not in the house. Flames surrounded the two of you leaving no room for a possible escape. The two of you laid still on the ground waiting to soon be engulfed by the inevitable. Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at your husband. He only wrapped his arms around you and smiled. He spoke to you softly in almost a whisper, “Don’t be scared.” he paused squeezing you tighter still smiling. “We’re together.”

Tsukishima: You couldn’t help the fear that flowed through your body as your car dangled of the side of bridge. The rocking back and forth of the car made the hairs on your neck stand. Though you hadn’t looked down you knew what waited many feet under. The big body of water that would swallow not only you but your boyfriend too once the car finally fell scared you. “Tsukki, I’m scared.” You whispered to your boyfriend of three years now. He pulled you into a tight embrace pushing your face into his chest so you wouldn’t look down once you guys fell in a few seconds. “Everything will be fine love.” he said steadfast while looking down at the water himself still pressing you into his chest. He knew everything wouldn’t be fine but he wanted you to feel serenity in your last few seconds. A tear rolled down his cheek before he whispered out his final thought “I love you scaredy-cat.”

Sugawara: Everything in your sight was spinning as blood dripped down the side of your face. You weren’t surprised when you turned you head to see your boyfriend covered in blood, it was everywhere. On the dashboard, on your clothes, on the window and everywhere else in the car. You stared at each other silently as felt a constant thump in your head. You could barely hear anything over the ringing in your ears. Finally working up the strength to break the silence you spoke, “Suga...Don’t forget about me, please.” it only took those words before a pool of never ending tears started flowing. He looked into your eyes with that same comforting smile he always wore. “What are you talking about, I’m not leaving you.” Sugawara wasn’t worried like you, he knew if he was with you he’d be ok because you would take care of him. And he would take care of you. “But in your next life-” he cut you off almost laughing. “We’ll be together there too.” “I promised you forever and that’s what will happen silly.” He let out a small contagious laugh, despite the pain he was in. you only laughed lightly with him. Until you couldn’t anymore.

It’s sad girl hours over here bby

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softyoongiionly · 4 years

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Fear and Dumplings: Chapter Fifteen

Confronting your fears for a final grade sounds unappealing but, with Yoongi as your partner, things might not be so bad.

Summary: You’re in your final semester at University when your Abnormal Psychology professor assigns you a partnered project surrounding your greatest fears. Lucky for you, your partner just so happens to be a cute boy named Min Yoongi.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Underground Rapper! Yoongi, Soft!!! Yoongi, Fluff!!!, College! Yoongi, Sub! Yoongi

Word Count: 10.1k ( this is unedited for now)

A/N: hello its 4am and, Im dead inside but, I love soft yoongi so much. I hope this makes you happy :)))) This chapter was really supposed to be about Jimin’s showcase but, there is a lil spice and a whole lot of Suga (ha, get it?) at the end. Please please please let me know what you think, it means the world.

NOTE: ALL BOLDED WORDS INDICATE WHEN CHARACTERS ARE SPEAKING KOREAN

Warnings for this Chapter: overwhelming tension as we wait for the winner of the showcase to be announced, language, alcohol use (stay safe kidz), like an insane amount of fluff and friendship, smut (18+ only plz).

Chapter 15: Park Fairy and Professions

So, you think you can make it out of Yoongi’s studio aka the place where you’ve realized you’re most definitely falling for the one and only Min Yoongi aka Agust D aka THE CUTEST MAN ALIVE???

You can!

Well, barely…

After the conclusion of yet another round of morning sex, you finally pry your greedy hands off of Yoongi’s body and, force yourself to head home to freshen up before Jimin’s show.

Yoongi hadn’t been very fond of the idea but, the logical side of him knew that the two of you couldn’t stay cocooned together forever.

(even though he would have been totally fine with that)

He walked you to your car, flipping Seijin off as he berated him from the front desk and, placed at least 5 shy kisses onto your mouth after opening your car door.

Home boy was thoroughly whipped…

But I mean…so we’re you.

Because, now that you’re sitting on your couch in nothing but your towel, you can’t help but allow a drunken smile to invade your mouth.

While you might have erred on the side of caution a month or two prior, you can’t help but, free fall into the mushy pit of emotion that’s currently taking over your brain.

It’s nothing you can avoid anymore. You’ve been trying for quite some time.

You’re hopelessly, recklessly, falling in-

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): ANNOUNCEMENT: TONIGHT IS MY BOYFRIEND’S, AKA PARK JIMIN’S, AKA PRINCESS JIMJIM’S, AKA THE LOVE OF MY LIFE’S SHOWCASE AND, HIS MAJESTY WOULD LIKE TO INFORM YOU THAT YOU NEED TO BE AT THE PERFORMING SPACE A HALF AN HOUR EARLY TO MAKE SURE YOU GET IN ON TIME. IF YOU FAIL TO COMPLY, I WILL PERSONALLY BEHEAD YOU.

Saved by the bell…

You giggle, your heart warming at Jungkook’s open display of (aggressive) affection.

He’s come along way.

BROS FOR LYFE: I’ll be there! Even though getting beheaded by Jungkook doesn’t sound like a bad way to go…

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): when he sends out death threats for you <333 I can’t wait to see you kookie, I miss you so much. Are you guys staying the night?

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): I’m definitely staying the night. I don’t know what Tae is doing.

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): and given that he ate my leftovers last night, I don’t care what he’s doing :D

BROS FOR LYFE: the ultimate sin

BROS FOR LYFE: tae, I’m surprised you survived through the night…

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): The leftovers were unmarked, aka they were fair game

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): also, yes we’re staying the night but, we have to leave early in the morning because we have finals to study for

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): YOU KNEW THEY WERE MINE

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): kookie never said he missed me back so, he might not have a place to stay tonight -_-

BROS FOR LYFE: valid

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): NOT VALID AT ALL

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): we spent four hours on facetime last night (while Taehyung the Traitor was taking candy (my leftovers) from a baby (me) ) talking about how much we missed eachother

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): I can’t be gross in the main chat but, you know I miss you a lot

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): good point <333 I love u

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): Y/N is Yoongi coming tonight??? I really want to meet him

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): I love you more jagiya

BROS FOR LYFE: *cries in genuine love and happiness for two of my best friends finding that good ol fashion true love*

BROS FOR LYFE: He’s coming <333

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): is he? He’s a cool guy, I feel bad that I didn’t talk to him more but, I got distracted

BROS FOR LYFE: all of you were distracted that night smh but, yeah he’ll be there

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): forgive me; I was confessing my undying love for Jimin

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): and I was trying not to murder the group of co-eds for swarming my man like a bunch of fucking vultures ^-^

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): and I was uh…you know…getting laid

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): see Y/N, Tae has no excuse…

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): he’s just awful :-)

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): you were also getting laid??? At least I actually met Y/N’s new boyfriend

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): excuse you, I was making love…

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): Kookie (◕‿◕✿)

BROS FOR LYFE: There’s no hard feelings, yoongi and I were unbothered

BROS FOR LYFE: we all got laid that night XD

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): did she just

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): XD us

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): I’m so proud :’’’)

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): we’re getting distracted though

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): tonight is about the one

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): the only

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): Park Jimin

BROS FOR LYFE: True that

BROS FOR LYFE: Park Fairy, we are so excited to see you dance tonight! I already know that you’re going to blow us away but, I am not prepared for how hard I’m going to cry.

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): I hope I make you guys proud, having you there means the world to me

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): hi, can you stop saying nice things? I’m in public and, I don’t need strangers seeing me cry

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): He’s cried twice already…once at the gas station and, once at mcdonalds

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): THEY FORGOT MY BACON

BROS FOR LYFE: Jimin, we’re already so proud of you…like? You’re literally so talented. We’ve been proud since you won the 7th grade talent show. WE WORE MATCHING T-SHIRTS

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): ahhh yes, how could I forget? You made Taemin cry lol

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): NOT ON PURPOSE

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): he was really good

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): I was just…you know…

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): better…

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): isn’t he a pornstar now?

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): is he?!?!

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): can 100% confirm that he is a pornstar

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): -_-

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): how do you know?

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): lmao

BROS FOR LYFE: gtg

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): well this was fun! Love you jagiyaaaa! We’re about to go through a very windy tunnel!

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): underground!

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): I can’t hear you *static sound*

BROS FOR LYFE: did he just

BROS FOR LYFE: type out…static sound?

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): I’m going to kill him (◕‿◕✿)

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): lol Jungkook has left the chat. We do have to get back on the road though. We love you guys, see you soon : )

BROS FOR LYFE: Love you guys! Drive safe through all of those windy underground tunnels lol

As usual, a conversation with your best friend’s never ceases to leave a massive smile on your face.

Those three were good for the soul.

There were a few things you’ve been neglecting for the past two days. One of which was currently howling at your feet.

Marizpan is a fickle creature, as most cats are but, she’s exceedingly affectionate during times like these.

Times when she wants something

She rubs her tabby body against your legs to summon your attention and, immediately you oblige, picking her up and placing her on your lap.

“Hi…did you miss me? I was gone for one whole night and, I nearly died without you…” You lament, giggling as she offers a grumble in response, rubbing her head against your hand as you scratch gently behind your ears.

Another howl comes from Marzipan’s throat as she glances anxiously towards the kitchen:

She wants treats…

Of course.

“I can’t believe, after all of these years, that I actually believed you genuinely wanted affection…” You admonish her, smirking fondly as she grumbles again, eyes still trained on the kitchen.

“Fair enough, come on…” You giggle, patting her butt before the two of you stride towards the cupboard.

Marizpan’s insatiable hunger is satiated for now and, upon surveying your living room, you decide to tidy up a bit.

There was quite a bit of nervousness swirling around your stomach at how tonight would go. If Jimin wins his showcase, the odds of him being hired into his dance company of choice would literally skyrocket.

You know that’s his ultimate goal. It has been ever since you met him and, you wanted to see him succeed so badly. Watching Jimin evolve into the dancer he is today has been a truly incredible experience.

All of your friends have become amazing people and, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself at how lucky you are to have them in your life.

Yoongi meeting your friends was kind of a big deal and, you’re trying your best to downplay it. You wanted them to meet at Kappa’s party because, it would have been a less formal setting. In all honesty, you kind of knew that your friends would disappear and do their own thing so, it was a cop out to have them meet there in the first place.

Having them all formally meet on such an important night probably wasn’t the greatest idea but, given that it was Jimin’s suggestion, you figured he was more than ok with it.

There was a gnawing thought in the back of your brain that begins to remind you that the reason you care so much about Yoongi meeting your friends is because well…

You’re in-

Yoongi: Hey, what time should I be there tonight?

The abrupt buzzing on your thigh was a welcome distraction; your incoming texts seem to have impeccable timing.

You: Jungkook said to get there a half hour early so, maybe like 7?

Yikes, the butterflies are in full blown chaos mode and, all Yoongi has done is send you a text.

Yoongi: Ok sounds good.

A few seconds pass before another text comes through.

Yoongi: you left your bra here by the way

You: Ugh I knew I forgot something…

You: Would you mind setting it aside for me? I’ll get it the next time I come over.

The butterflies ricochet uncomfortably in your stomach as you respond with the assumption that you would be coming over again.

Yoongi: ok :-)

Yoongi: thank you for coming to the studio last night

Yoongi: I feel a lot better today

A small smile curves onto your mouth, his little smiley face with the nose are YOU KIDDING ME???

You: anytime <3

You: thank you for trusting me with your emotions; I know that shit isn’t easy.

Yoongi: idk, you make it pretty easy

Yoongi: I gotta keep working but, text me when you’re there so, I can meet up with you guys

Yoongi: have a good day <3

You: I will <3 you too!

Once again, Yoongi has a way of making you feel on top of the world but, saying only a few words. It’s always so genuine, which is why it strikes such a chord in you.

You never understood why people would want to spend all of their free time with one person until you met Yoongi. Obviously, keeping things realistic, you know that isn’t possible. But, you’re fully in that cupcake phase. If you had your way, you’d spend every day with him at this point.

It’s absolutely disgusting.

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For Jimin’s showcase, your outfit choice was simple: just a patterned dress and, some boots. As Jungkook said, tonight is about the one and only PARK JIMIN.

But, you still wanted to look nice, as this night is so incredibly important.

Taehyung and Jungkook called you earlier in the day to let you know they had made it to Jimin’s apartment. Jimin, of course, had already left for the showcase to warm up and, get into his costume.

Yoongi had also texted you 10 minutes ago letting you know that he was leaving his house and, at that, your stomach had swirled once again with excitement.

As you’ve done so many times before, you bid Marzipan an enthusiastic farewell which, of course, isn’t reciprocated.

She’s kind of a rude girl.

But, anyway, off you go.

The ride to your university is longer than usual due to an unscheduled stop at a nearby station but, you make it to the center of campus in less than 20 minutes.

The school is swarming with students, which is obviously unusual for this time of day but, the annual showcase is one of the biggest events of the entire year. So big in fact, that there are several media outlets there to cover it.

You can’t be bothered with that kind of excitement because, you’re dealing with a very different kind of excitement that literally explodes in your gut the moment you see him.

Yoongi is standing by the fountain, dressed in a light blue button up, a chocolate brown pair of cuffed chinos, and dress shoes. His faded hair is combed neatly towards the front of his face and, you swear you’re literally going to melt right here, in the middle of campus.

There isn’t a need to feel shy anymore but, you don’t want to make a scene.

Not in public anyway…

“Hey I’m sorry to bother you but, you look so familiar. Do we have like…class together or something?” You inquire casually, resisting the urge to smile as his gummy smile immediately makes an appearance.

He saw you coming but, he chose not to look up from his phone, still holding on to some level of chill.

“Uh no sorry, I’ve never seen you in my life…” He replies, smiling but, not looking up from his phone, his cheeks flushing as he spots your dress out of the corner of his eye.

“So weird…” You muse before, hooking a finger underneath his chin to bring his gaze towards yours, “I feel like I just saw you this morning though…”

Yoongi thinks you look beautiful and, he kind of wants to proclaim it loudly to the entire quad but, of course, that isn’t his style. Instead, he keeps his smile intact: gums and all, and replies.

“Hm actually, now that I’m looking at you, you do look kind of familiar…”

He’s already itching to kiss you; emotions really are a sickness.

“Maybe this will jog your memory…” You murmur before leaning and pressing your lips against his, immediately wishing that there isn’t a crowd of people surrounding you.

Yoongi’s hands come out on instinct to rest on your hips, cursing himself for already missing the feeling of your lips.

“Do you remember me now?” You whisper, pulling away, one of your hands coming up to cover Yoongi’s.

He blushes, nodding wordlessly, still sort of lingering against your lips, “Y-Yeah…”

“WeEELLL hello there! Hi, yes we are here now so please stop being gross!”

You giggle, reluctantly pulling away from Yoongi’s mouth before turning towards the boisterous voice.

Jungkook and Taehyung are approaching from the huge crowd of people and, you feel Yoongi tuck into your side obviously nervous. They draw attention from a group of girls also loitering by the fountain and, sometimes you forget how unbelievably attractive your best friends are. Taehyung is wearing a maroon button up that’s casually tucked into a pair of the tightest black pants you’ve ever seen and, Jungkook is dressed in all black (dress shirt and pants) along with a tie that LITERALLY HAS JIMIN’S FACE ON IT.

We love a supportive boyfriend.

“Uhmmmm hi??? Where did you get that tie and, why didn’t you bring any Jimin merch to share with the rest of the class?” You inquire, brows raised in expectation causing Taehyung to snicker and shake his head.

Jungkook scoffs, the two of them now standing right in front of you and Yoongi, “This is exclusive. Boyfriends only. Yoongi-ssi it’s good to see you again…” Jungkook bows his head slightly, shaking Yoongi’s hand and, Yoongi accepts it graciously, bowing his head as well.

At this, you raise your brows, not expecting Jungkook to whip out the honorifics but, you can tell it pleases Yoongi by the small smile on his lips.

“It’s good to see you again too, your tie is great.”

Taehyung follows suit, shaking his hand and bowing before speaking, “Yoongi-ssi do you speak Korean?”

Your ears perk up at the unfamiliar language and, immediately you see Yoongi smirk, “I do yes, it’s my first language.”

Jungkook snickers, “Interesting. So what I’m hearing is, we now have a way to communicate without Y/N knowing.”

Narrowing your brows, you nudge Yoongi, “What are they saying???”

Yoongi smirks, turning quickly to press a kiss to your cheek, “Don’t worry about it…”

“Yeah Y/N, the adults are talking…” Taehyung chuckles and, you feel yourself roll your eyes in response.

“Yah this is going to be fun…” Jungkook chuckles causing the other two men to join him.

With a roll of your eyes and, a groan at the back of your throat you, slide your hand down Yoongi’s forearm before interlocking your fingers with his, “You guys suck...”

Yoongi thinks he’s going to melt due to the fact that you are now holding his hand but, he plays it off by snickering along with your friends.

You don’t miss the way his thumb runs over the back of your knuckles whilst he still maintains the smirk on his face, “Did you not know that you’re best friends spoke Korean?”

“Obviously I knew but, they only ever speak it at their parent’s house. I didn’t think they’d use it for mischief...” You grumble, nudging Jungkook as he wraps his arm around you, leading all of you towards the performance space.

“How else do you expect us to intimidate your new boyfriend? If we said it in English, you’d know and ruin all the fun.” Kook explains, very matter of factly, still smirking as he keeps Yoongi and Taehyung entertained.

“Excuse you, I don’t ruin the fun, now you’re just spreading lies...” You admonish, nudging Jungkook even harder, swaying slightly before leaning into Yoongi for support

“You would ruin this specific type of fun.” Taehyung corrects, “we have to make sure Yoongi is a certified Bro...”

“A certified Bro?” Yoongi inquires, brows furrowed in confusion.

Taehyung’s statement and Yoongi’s subsequent confusion make you giggle and, you nod to your cell phone in response, “We made a group chat on Discord like 7 years ago called Bros for Life and, we’ve kept the same name ever since so, that’s how we refer to each other…”

With a nod, Yoongi acknowledges your explanation, thinking it over before turning to Taehyung as the four of you walk closer and closer towards the entrance, “What are the qualifications to becoming a bro?”

Jungkook snickers as your face falls once again, “You’re off to a great start Yoongi-ssi, your willingness to annoy Y/N is impressive.”

Yoongi chuckles, nodding and, although your curiosity is eating you alive and, you want to smack Jungkook for enjoying it so much, you feel warmth blooming in your chest as you see Yoongi interact with your best friends.

Also, hearing Yoongi speak Korean is…you know…hot.

“You speak in a dialect too, which makes you cooler, where are you from?” Taehyung fishes out his wallet, pulling four tickets out as you approach the beginning of the line.

“Daegu, you sound like you’re from Gyeongsang too…”

You recognize the word ‘Daegu’ from his otherwise mystery sentence and, you come to the conclusion that they are likely asking Yoongi where he’s from.

Taehyung’s face goes wide with excitement, slapping Yoongi on the back a bit too hard, “Yahhh I am, I left when I was ten. Y/N your man is doing well so far, we’re from the same area back home.”

The end of Taehyung’s sentence reaches your ears and, you turn towards Yoongi to catch the blush on his cheeks.

‘Your man’ Yoongi thinks, he likes the sound of that.

“Oh yeah that’s right Tae, I forgot you were from Daegu too...look at you guys, having things in common already…” You smile, averting your gaze towards the entrance to the auditorium.

It’s been awhile since you’ve seen Jimin dance. You’d gone to a smaller showcase earlier in the year and, although it was fucking fantastic, you have a feeling that whatever you’re about to experience is going to blow you away.

“Tickets?” A chipper voice draws your attention as the female student extends her hand towards your group.

Taehyung gives her a polite smile before handing over the tickets and, upon checking them out the girl’s face seems to light up.

“Sorry but, are you guys here for Park Jimin?”

You and Yoongi glance at eachother before Jungkook pipes up, “The one and only…he’s my boyfriend…”

Jungkook isn’t one for talking to strangers so, the fact that he is so willing to announce his relationship to this unsuspecting girl is kind of cute.

The girl smiles, her cheeks flushing a bit as she nods, “Oh well…congratulations um, I was just asking because, Mr. Park has a reserved seating area at the front of the auditorium. He also instructed me to tell you that he loves you very much and, if I see Jungkook, which I’m assuming you’re Jungkook…” She laughs and, gestures to Jungkook, “…to tell him that…” She pulls a piece of notebook paper from her pocket, reading intently, “ ‘ To my Kookie Monster, if you aren’t wearing anything with my face on it, I will probably die of a broken heart also, you look really hot, I can’t wait to let you hit it from the back later, lots of kisses, Love your little Mochi…”

The letter causes a great flush to come over Jungkook’s cheeks as he desperately wishes Jimin had even an ounce of shame. You and Tae are in a full blown fit of laughter that Yoongi actually joins at some point but, not without blushing first.

“Anyway…” The girl giggles, ripping off a portion of your tickets before gesturing to a tall man with a headset, “Soobin will take you to your seats, enjoy the show…”

“Oh he will…” You tease, your laughter still dying down as Jungkook audibly groans, trudging behind you like the angsty teen he really is.

“Shut uuuuuup.” He grumbles which only fuels the teasing more.

“Yah, Kookie Monster really? I thought you guys were Jeon-Z and Jimyonce?” Tae jests, pinching Jungkook’s arm.

He shrugs off Taehyung’s touch, a smile threatening his lips because, while yes it was pretty embarrassing, Jungkook secretly enjoys the attention.

“We still are…” He affirms before, an uncharacteristic smirk comes over his lips, “…that’s just what he calls me in bed…”

At this, your brows go up but, Jungkook just keeps walking, pushing playfully past Tae who also sports your same astonish expression.

“Kookie monster is a weird sex name…” Taehyung murmurs in your ear whilst attempting to following Jungkook to your seats.

You giggle, shrugging your shoulders before subtly pulling Yoongi a little closer to you, knowing he gets nervous in larger crowds, “Don’t kink shame them, they are young and in love…”

“That’s no excuse.” Taehyung smirks, shaking his head as Jungkook proudly takes his seat front and center, frantically waving the rest of you over.

Still smiling fondly at your friend, you turn towards Yoongi, only to find that he’s already looking in your direction.

“Are you ok? I’m sorry, I didn’t even think about the crowd…”

Yoongi just smiles ( :] ), shaking his head, “No need to be sorry, I’m good…”

You raise his hand, pressing a kiss to the backs of his knuckles, which of course makes him want to keel over and die in the middle of the performance space.

“Ok good, let me know…” You assure him as the two of you sit down, the bustling of the room growing increasing louder as more and more people file in.

Yoongi nods, still smiling fondly at you before, his dark eyes flit towards the stage. What you don’t notice is the quickening of his heart, which occurs every time you do anything remotely endearing.

This, unluckily for him, is very often.

As the room begins to settle, you see Jungkook pull out his camera, puttering around with the settings to make sure everything is ready for Jimin’s performance. The nerves bubbling in your stomach begin to grow, knowing full well that your best friend is backstage getting ready to put on the show of his life.

You notice the various talent scouts around the space, stiff looking people nursing clipboards between their hands and, a panel of judges at the center of the room, looking just as pedantic.

“What number is he?” Taehyung leans over Jungkook to whisper to you but, Jungkook pipes up before you have the chance to speak.

“18. It’s his lucky number…” He nods with his response, his dark eyes eagerly scanning the stage.

You and Tae smile fondly at him before glancing knowingly at one another.

Jungkook looked nervous, probably more nervous than you’ve ever seen Jimin. He’s likely spent many nights speaking with Jimin about the importance of this night and, Jungkook being the supportive, loving person he is, wants nothing more than to see his boyfriend succeed.

“I think Jimin said there are 20 dancers in his category and, then a short deliberation period before they announce the winner.” You affirm, patting Jungkook’s thigh, which has been bouncing up and down for the past few minutes, “Are you ok?”

He glances at you, nodding, his eyes holding a bit of apprehension, “Yeah, I’m just nervous for him. I know he’s going to be amazing but, I just want them to know that..” He nods to the panel of judges assigned with essentially sealing Jimin’s fate as a professional dancer, “He told me that he’s been promised so many things if he wins, like contracts and stuff, it’s just really important that he wins. I don’t know what would happen if he didn’t…I just want them to see how amazing he is…”

Jungkook’s concerns are mumbled in such a way that indicates he only wants you to hear them, not wanting to appear nervous to the rest of the crowd.

“It would be impossible for them not to see how amazing he is. He’s going to light up the entire room, you know he will…” You smile, rubbing Jungkook’s thigh gently and, he leans into you, placing his head on yours momentarily before turning and placing a quick kiss on top of your head.

“I know, I know, thank you…he’s going to crush these amateurs….” He mutters into your hair, causing you to giggle at his brashness.

“Into smithereens…”

With a grin, Jungkook pulls away, trying to reign in all of his difficult emotions as the lights around the room begin to dim.

The noise lingering around the room comes to a complete halt as the host for the evening meanders onto the stage. Dressed in a bright pink suit, you decide that he looks vaguely familiar but, you can’t quite place his face.

“Good evening ladies and gentleman, welcome to the 10th annual Crystal Cornucopia, the nation’s leading collegiate dance showcase. I’m your host for the evening, Kim Jong-in but, most of you probably know me as Kai. It’s pleasure to be back here on the 10th anniversary of this amazing event that launched my career not too long ago.” He smiles brilliantly at the crowd as applause erupts at the end of is statement.

Ah yes, you remember now. Kai was an alumni of your university who subsequently actually lost to Jimin during Jimin’s freshman year showcase. However, things apparently worked out for him because, according to Jimin, Kai went on to join a very prestigious dance company after graduation. Knowing this gave you some comfort because, although Jimin losing the showcase was unlikely, it was still possible.

“We have 50 incredible dancers tonight from three of my favorite styles.” Kai continues, adjusting the shiny lapels of his suit, “20 amazing contemporary performers, 20 hip-hop performers and, 5 stunning pairs of ballroom dancers.”

“Tonight, not only do we get to witness months of hard work and dedication but, we also get to witness the championing of the year’s best collegiate dancer.”

At his words, the crowd cheers again, and you smile at the thought of your best friend twirling on stage to receive his much deserved trophy.

Kai continues his intro speech, giving the room a rundown on basic etiquette and, instructions for meeting with the dancers after the show.

“First up is June Lee!”

The hip hop category is first and with it, comes a lot of excitement and, older members of the crowd shooting disappointing glances at the stage.

During a small set-up break between performers, you lean over to Yoongi, who seems to be enjoying himself, “Is Hoseok performing tonight?”

Yoongi smirks and shakes his head, “I told him when he transferred that he should sign up but he said, and I quote, ‘hyung dance competitions are way too mainstream and besides, they would ban me immediately for being too sexy on stage.’ “

You laugh quietly, leaning into him as you do, “Fair enough, that’s why I didn’t join too, you know, cause it’s too mainstream or whatever…”

He raises his brows at that, “Oh yeah? That’s why you’re not in the competition?”

You attempt to get a straight face and a quiet voice as you reply, “Definitely yeah…I would have given Jimin a run for his money…”

Before Yoongi has a chance to return your banter, Jungkook casually turns to you and whispers, “Stop lying to your boyfriend Y/N, trust is the most important thing in a relationship.”

Whilst you gawk at him, Yoongi erupts in a quieter version of his rickety laughter and, you’re actually happy Jungkook is telling jokes, even if it’s at your expense.

“Why would you expose me like that? I thought we were friends….” You lament, face full of mock offense as the two men continue chuckling.

The chatter once again dies down as the next performer enters the stage.

Although you were thoroughly enjoying the performances as they were incredible, you were only there for one reason and, that reason was:

Park fucking Jimin.

“Up next, we have three time national champion, Park Jimin, number 18!” Kai’s voice echoes throughout the room and, your stomach literally drops as the curtains are pulled open to reveal Jimin’s set.

Several dancers had mini set-ups and, if you remembered correctly, they only had 30 seconds to put up and take down their props; Jimin had been stressing out over whether or not he’d be able to do it.

Of course, he pulled it off.

Your breath catches in your throat as soft periwinkle and yellow lights illuminate the stage revealing Jimin curled up inside a shiny looking bubble filled with flowers. His pink hair is ruffled playfully atop his head as his pearlescent lycra suit clings to his figure. Only, it’s not just the suit this time, he’s also sporting a diamond choker, paired with diamond earrings and, perhaps the most stunning addition of all, are the beautiful fairy wings adorning his back.

“Park Fairy…” You whisper, trying to control the massive smile that’s taking over your lips. Yoongi squeezes your hand encouragingly, knowing how emotional this moment is for you.

Jimin looks up at the top of the bubble as his song starts playing, it’s a song called Serendipity and, its one of Jimin’s favorites. As he touches the bubble, it seems to curl away and disappear around him, allowing him to move freely about the stage.

And move freely he does, Jimin takes the stage gently and, then all at once. Twirling and twisting, hitting every single move perfectly, smiling brilliantly as he does, relishing in the attention the audience is giving him.

“He’s so beautiful…”

The unfamiliar words draw your attention for just a moment as you take in the sight of Jungkook crying beside you, adoration pouring out from his smoothed out expression. You don’t know what he said but, you lace your fingers with his anyway and, he obliges quickly without taking his eyes off of the stage. Taehyung isn’t doing much better but, he’s keeping it together for the sake of filming the performance for Jungkook.

Your attention is pulled back to the stage as you catch Jimin leaping into the air before intentionally collapsing back to the ground, arching his back as he does. His movements, his expressions; everything about his performance is the epitome of beauty and elegance.

Jimin’s dance seems to be about a fairy taking flight for the first time, given that he acted unsure in the beginning and, is now leaping and bounding across the stage. His expression grows softer and softer as he twirls to the bubble to grasp at a single pink rose.

“Let me love, let me love you…”

The song chimes behind him as he rushes to the front of the stage, his eyes glossy as he meets Jungkook’s loving gaze.

“Let me love, let me love you…”

Jimin mouths the words as he does his final move and, with the conclusion of his dance, he tosses the flower into Jungkook’s lap, which of course he catches with one hand, laughing lightly as he does, despite his tears not slowing.

Jimin smiles softly, glancing between the three of you and, you can tell he’s reigning in his own emotions as he takes a deep bow for the audience.

The four of you stand up along with the rest of the room and, clap until your hands are sore. As you take your seats, Jungkook pulls you into a tight embrace, tucking his face into your neck.

“He did so good, oh my god he did so good…” He whispers, still practically sobbing and, Tae sends another knowing smile your way, wiping his own tears with the back of his hand.

“Park fucking Jimin...” You affirm, smiling through your own tears as you rub a hand over Jungkook’s back, kissing the side of his head.

Sniffling, Jungkook pulls away, chuckling and shaking his head as he wipes his tears. His face is overcome with emotion, consumed with love for his boyfriend.

“I feel bad for anyone who has to follow that...holy shit...” Tae chuckles, sniffling whilst placing a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.

The two of you agree with him and its then you notice how quiet Yoongi is being, quickly turning towards him, wiping the last bit of tears lingering in your eyes.

But of course, ever the collected one, Yoongi merely smiles, his thumb coming out to brush underneath your right eye, collecting another tear, “You’ve gone soft Y/L/N...”

You know he’s joking but, you snap your teeth at him anyway, a move that causes him to snicker and jerk his hand away, “Shut up.”

“Easy...easy...” He admonishes, but softness quickly returns to his eyes, “he was amazing. Definitely the best dancer I’ve ever seen.”

“Damn right he is.” Jungkook pipes up, still crying but, it’s much less intense and, his demeanor causes the three of you to chuckle fondly.

“Be nice to me, I’m fragile...” You grumble, pouting your lips and, Yoongi, having never seen you really pout before, thinks that he’s going to explode.

“C’mere...” Is all he says though because, you know, he’s gotta keep it low key but, he lifts his arm, encouraging you to huddle him next to him for the remainder of the show. “I’ll hold you until it’s over, since you’re so fragile.”

And of course, you oblige, smiling triumphantly as you snuggle up next to him.

Tae and Jungkook smirk knowingly at eachother now and, while a large part of them really wants to tease you, they can’t exactly ignore how happy they are for you.

You’ve never had anything like this before and, they know it.

The rest of the show passes by fairly quickly but, the same couldn’t be said about the period of the judge’s deliberation...

“Oh my god are they done yet?????” Jungkook whines, slumping back against his seat.

Taehyung chuckles, patting his shoulder reassuringly, trying to deny his own nervous feelings, “Relax Kook, I’m sure they’re almost done, it's been awhile.”

“Awhile?” He bolsters, eyes widening as he gestures wildly to the backstage entrance, “It’s been a million years, are they trying to give me a heart attack?”

You’ve taken solace in Yoongi’s side, playing with his fingers, feeling soft as heck, the usual.

“I can’t imagine how Jimin must be feeling right now, he’s probably so nervous.” You murmur to Yoongi, not wanting to rile up Jungkook anymore.

Yoongi’s free hand rubs your shoulder tenderly, his chocolate eyes riddled with concern, “I know, I feel for him. It will be worth it when he wins the whole thing though.”

A smile pops onto your mouth, as you cuddle closer to him, selfishly wishing the two of you were curled up in bed together, instead of awkwardly on two theater seats.

“I can’t wait to see the look on his face Yoongi...when he wins, he deserves it so much...” Your voice is even lower now, smiling gently at the thought of it, excitement stirring in your lower stomach.

“You’re a really good friend to him...” He muses, still rubbing your shoulder, “wait I think someone is coming out_”

You don’t have the time to react to Yoongi’s comment because, the lights are up and performers are flooding the stage. It only takes a second for you to spot the man of the hour: Park Fairy, IRL. After knowing Jimin for so long, you can tell he’s nervous; his plump is tucked between his teeth, the normally soft shape of his eyes are drawn tight with tension but, he still takes a moment to look towards the four of you to send a watery smile and, a small wave your way.

Jungkook tears up all over again mouthing ‘i love you’ in his direction, which causes Jimin’s thin smile to illuminate a little more as he mouth’s the same three words back to him.

This was it.

Four years of work all leading up to this moment.

You can feel your heartbeat berating the underside of your sternum as Kai takes his place at the center of the stage.

“Hello everyone! Are we excited to hear who the winner will be?” He cheers, the audience reciprocating but, the tension in the room is clear. “The judges appreciate your patience as they had a lot of amazing performers to evaluate tonight but, they have just given me this golden envelope with their decision so without further ado...”

Kai opens the golden envelope, his eyes widening slightly as he sees the results and, at this point Jungkook has locked your hand in a vice grip, doing the same thing to Tae’s other hand, his body literally shaking with nerves.

“Ladies and gentleman, tonight you are witnessing history...” He begins, glancing towards the performers before finally revealing the winner, “because tonight, Park Jimin will become the ONLY collegiate dancer to win the Crystal Cornucopia FOUR YEARS IN A ROW.”

Holy

Fucking

Shit

“LETS FUCKING GET IT!!!!” Jungkook bellows and, thankfully he is mostly drowned out by the crowd as you also jump to your feet.

“OH MY GOD YES!!”

“JIMINIE!!! YESS!”

You drag Yoongi up as the entire theater rises to their feet.

The room is going wild.

And Jimin, well, he’s sporting the expression you hope he would. He’s beaming, he’s teary eyed and, shaky as he stumbles toward Kai, graciously accepting the trophy before bowing towards the crowd.

He did it, he fucking did it.

Park Fucking Jimin

FOUR TIME NATIONAL COLLEGIATE CHAMPION.

You had never been more proud.

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“My baby!!!”

Jimin’s twinkling voice fills the lobby as he rushes out in his street clothes, his fairy wings sticking out of the duffel bag on his shoulder.

Jungkook immediately breaks out in a huge smile, running towards him to catch a leaping Jimin in his arms.

They kiss for a moment, crying and smile into eachother’s mouths, as Jungkook bounces with his boyfriend in his arms.

“I’m so proud of you my love, I knew you’d do it, you’re so amazing yeah? You know that right? I love you so much...”

Before you can ask the content of Jungkook’s proclamation, Yoongi’s raspy voice can be heard beside you:

“I’m so proud of you my love.”

“I knew you’d do it.”

“You’re so amazing yeah? You know that right?”

“I love you so much.”

You know he’s only translating for you but, at the last sentence you turn towards him, catching the softness in his eyes.

Well fuck, that definitely didn’t sound like a translation.

Yoongi smiles sheepishly but, Jimin is already bounding into you, pulling you into the kind of hug that only Jimin can give.

Your attention is pulled towards him, squeezing your arms around his shoulders, kissing his cheek over and over, “PARK FAIRY??? REALLY??? DO YOU HAVE NO REGARD FOR MY FEELINGS???”

He snickers, overjoyed by the events of the evening, hugging you just as tightly, “How else would I pay homage to my best friend hm? I did a theme for Tae last year and, I let Jungkook plow me anytime he wants so, how else would I repay you???”

The ridiculousness of his statement thankfully doesn’t travel past your ear lest turning Jungkook into a pile of dust.

Sniffling, you pull back, cupping his beautiful face in your hands, “I’m so fucking proud of you...you did it Minnie, you won.”

Jimin tears up again, smiling at you whilst he nods, “I’m so happy I made you guys proud, it’s all I want...”

Taehyung approaches then, placing a fat kiss on Jimin’s cheek, “Good, then we don’t have to get you anything for Christmas then...”

His voice is paper thin though, you can tell he’s trying not to cry.

“TAE...” Jimin exclaims, turning to the side to jump at his other best friend.

Taehyung’s boxy smile makes an appearance then, wrapping Jimin in a bear hug.

“We’re so proud of you...”

Fondness is the only thing flowing through your veins until Jungkook butts in, flustered by the lack of attention.

“Ok, I want him back now thank you, any other physical contact will cost you $60,000 an hour...” He grumbles, tucking Jimin back into his grasp.

Jimin accepts it though, relishing in the attention, “Yahh are you whoring me out now?”

Jungkook smirks, kissing his cheek, “Mmm you’re right, I’d never share this body...”

Taehyung’s face turns up in disgust and, Yoongi shakes his head, chuckling to himself at the sight of you growing flustered for information.

“Trust me, you don’t want to know this one...”

Before Jimin and Jungkook fuck in the middle of the lobby, Jimin’s face lights up with realization, “Oh my god Yoongi, I’m so sorry.”

He rushes over, pulling Yoongi in for a hug, smiling sweetly at him, “It’s so nice to meet you, thank you for coming...”

Yoongi blushes of course but, he reciprocates the hug, “Thank you for having me, your performance was amazing and, uh, we’ve met before actually...”

Jimin’s face wrinkles in confusion as he pulls away, leaving his hands on Yoongi’s shoulders, “Really? When?”

The memory comes back to you too, a newly crowned Agust D, Jimin hanging out of a taxi cab....

“Outside of Glacier, you might not remember though...you were um...”

“...hammered.” You giggle, finishing Yoongi’s sentenc.

“Ohhhh that’s right, shit I’m sorry Yoongi...” Jimin chuckles.

He waves him off, “No worries, we’ve all been there, it’s nice to meet you again. Congratulations on your win...”

Jungkook quickly pulls Jimin back towards him, carrying his duffle bag on his shoulder.

“Thank you Yoongi. It means a lot that you came.” He smiles, kissing Jungkook’s cheek before eagerly looking towards the door, “Let’s get out of here, the dancing queen needs to EAT!”

And with that, the rest of you chuckle, leaving the performance space feeling on top of the world

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Jungkook had made reservations at a fancy KBBQ place downtown but, after several rounds of meat and Soju, Yoongi had insisted on paying.

The dinner went exceptionally well, Yoongi had continued to click with your friends, their inhibitions loosening up with a bit of alcohol. Jungkook and Jimin were hammered by the end of it but, Taehyung stayed sober enough to drive them home. Oddly enough though, Yoongi only had two shots of Soju. You know Yoongi doesn’t drink all the time but, according to him, he really enjoys drinking. However, you decide it really isn't that important so whilst waving goodbye to all of your amazing friends, you decide to drop it.

Yoongi’s long fingers lace with yours, pulling you close to him in an attempt to shield you from the cold, “Aren’t you freezing?”

You smile, graciously accepting his touch as you nuzzle into his chest, “Yeah I am, I should have checked the weather, or brought a jacket...”

“Mhm...you’re gonna get sick...” He scolds playfully, rubbing his hands up and down your arms to keep you warm, “were you gonna go home after this?”

A smirk is placed against Yoongi’s chest, “I don’t knowww...why?

He chuckles at your tone before, untucking your face from his chest, smoothing a thumb over your cheek, “Come sleep in my bed with me.”

The alcohol and meat has roughed up his voice a bit and, that paired with his slightly suggestive expression has you feeling some type a way.

“Is that code for something?”

Yoongi just smirks, leaning over to whisper in your ear, “It’s code for: I miss you in my bed...you can take that however you want...”

Forward Yoongi isn’t something you’re used to but, holy shit, you’re not complaining.

A kiss is placed on Yoongi’s lips and, he surprises you by catching your lower lip between his teeth, his big hands sliding over your hips to rest at your lower back. He smirks into your mouth before releasing it, still lingering into the kiss. There is a catch in your breath but, Yoongi doesn’t comment on it-

He just lets it go straight to his dick.

“Are you good to drive?” You whisper against his chin before placing a kiss there, keeping your lips on his skin as he responds.

“Yeah, I’m good, I didn’t drink that much...”

His voice has also dropped to a whisper, not able to ignore the way your lips make him feel.

“Will you...” You begin, slowly trailing your lips down over his neck, relishing in the way he shivers for you, “take me home with you then?

Neither one of you can pinpoint what has you so riled up, the only thing you know is that you’re thankful you’re in a deserted part of the parking structure.

Yoongi’s head leans back against the side of his car now, his teeth gnawing on his lower lip, “Don’t stop...”

“Don't stop?” You inquire teasingly, brushing your lips against the sensitive skin of his neck, placing fluttering kisses down over his Adams apple, “But Yoongi, we’re in public...”

His grip tightens on your hips, pulling you closer to him as his eyes flutter shut, “Y-yeah I know but, my car has tinted windows...”

Yoongi is full of surprises tonight and, although it’s a huge part of your character to wonder why, the night last few months have been the best of your life so, maybe it’s time to just go with the flow.

“I remember...” You smirk still, recalling the first time you and Yoongi were ever intimate.

With his eyes still closed and, your lips still on his neck, he smirks, his hands sliding down the length of your outer thighs before his fingertips barely brush the skin at the bottom of your dress, “I’d hope so, I’ve never gotten over the image of you coming all over my lap...”

The movements of your lips, halt as your breath catches in your throat, Yoongi’s wanton mouth and fingertips going straight to your core.

“ ‘may I sit Min Yoongi?’ ‘May I ride you Min Yoongi?’ I almost came in my jeans for you, right then and there. But I’m so glad I didn’t.” He continues, his fingertips trailing up further and further, tickling at the tender skin of your bikini line, brushing over the bottom of your panties.

“I could have gotten you hard again...” You offer, your breathing picking up slightly when his fingers brush the top of your pussy. Yoongi open his eyes now, catching your gaze in his dark one, lips still quirked in a smirk.

“It wouldn’t have been the same though...I wouldn’t have came so hard for you a second time,” He insists, leaning in towards your mouth, “and you deserve everything I’ve got don’t you? Deserve anything you want...”

It’s safe to say that Yoongi’s dirty talking is obliterating you slowly and painfully, his eager fingers and, slight boost in confidence turning you on more than you’d expect.

But, he still knows his place and, if he’s forgotten it, you have no issue reminding him...

Two can play at this game.

“Baby?” You practically coo, holding his gaze as long it takes for you to brush your lips against his, your legs spreading slightly to encourage his touch, “you’re making me wet...”

Yoongi feels his dick twitch inside of his pants at the tender tone of your voice and, that paired with the access to the soft skin of your inner thighs is enough to make him swell painfully against the seam.

“Y-yeah? Really?” He’s a little breathless himself, the bit of smugness he has is still lingering but, his desire for you, his desire to let you take control is growing stronger. With a finger curved underneath your chin, he brings your lips a little closer, “Can I make you wetter?”

He seals his request with a plush kiss against your mouth, his hands coming out from underneath your dress to hold onto your hips once again. You’re nodding as the two of you kiss at one another, not quite able to think of a witty response, not with Yoongi being this bold.

Without breaking the kiss, Yoongi uses the sensor on his keys to unlock his car, which of course doesn’t work until after the 7th try.

“Piece of shit.” Yoongi chuckles and, you follow suit, leaning into him still even as he opens the door to his backseat, ushering you inside.

His car is freezing so, you’re thankful when he starts the engine and, gets the heater running. Although, you’re more thankful when he returns to the backseat and, places the warmth of his body over yours.

“I’m sorry it’s so cold, it will warm up in a second...” He regrets his split decision to bring you in here, not wanting you to be uncomfortable while he takes care of you.

“It’s ok, you’re warm.” You whisper, smiling and kissing him harder, your hands pulling his body completely over yours. Yoongi just grins, his hands resuming their place on your thighs, squeezing gently at the flesh there.

He takes his time, unwinding you slowly, kissing around the curve of your jaw, suckling and nibbling at your skin, wandering fingers slowly pushing your dress over your hips. He kisses down your throat now and, you feel him hesitate a moment before taking your flesh between his teeth, groaning lightly into your neck. The motion sends your hands out in front of you to brace against his shoulders and, it hurts but you have to admit, you like the pain.

“So pretty for me...”

Your lips part as you hear his native tongue tumble past his lips, the tone sultry and unmistakably Yoongi but, his accent makes him sound slightly unfamiliar.

You don’t want him to stop talking.

“I think about this all the time...” He’s careful to place a few soothing kisses over the mark he left, nuzzling against the base of your neck before continuing his descent down your body, “kissing you everywhere...from head to toe...tasting you, drowning in you...”

You feel hypnotized, completely captivated by the sound of Yoongi’s voice: raspy and sounding like the bottom of the ocean. The only thing you can do is keep your hands on him, touching over his body gently to insure him that you’re letting him take the lead.

Your dress has been pushed up for a moment but, Yoongi is just now taking the time to take in the sight of your panties: tart cherry red and made entirely of lace. It’s safe to say, you’d hoped this moment would come when you slipped them on this afternoon and, by the pained look on Yoongi’s face, you feel you’ve made the right choice.

“You really don’t let a man breathe do you?” He’s back to English as he continues pushing your dress up your body until you’re able to lean up and, push it over your head, revealing the matching bra to go with your panties.

“Not when my man likes getting choked so much...” You smirk, running your fingers through his hair and, tugging on it a little.

Yoongi melts at the sensation, groaning again before burying his face in your chest, nipping playfully at the skin there, “Oh she’s calling me her man now huh? Playing dirty...knowing that shit makes me weak...knowing that I’d give anything to be hers...”

He keeps his Korean to himself and, uses English to convey a much less intense response, “Your man?”

A rather coy smile takes it’s spot on your mouth but, despite your sudden nerves you nod anyway, rubbing a thumb over the apple of Yoongi’s cheek, “My man...”

Yoongi feels his heart threaten to explode in his chest at your genuine expression. Leaning down, he captures your lips once more before nudging your nose and, pulling away slightly, “I swear I could die happy right now, just looking at you, you have no idea what you do to me...”

“Is that ok?” You check, obviously unsure what he’s actually responding.

You’re definitely going to finish your Korean lessons, that’s for sure.

Yoongi is kissing back down your bottom again, paying special attention to the curves and dips of your body, his hands making their way to the sides of your underwear, “More than ok...”

He doesn’t trust an eloquent response right now because, he’s too focused on his main objective: making you wetter.

“You’re so handsome...” You muse, playing with the ends of his hair, encouraging him to continue exploring, “I swear there is no other guy out there that can make me wet just from looking at them but, here you are, my man, ruining my good panties...”

If you aren’t mistaken, you think you hear a low growl at the back of his throat but, there is no time to asses because, the next thing you know, you feel Yoongi pulling down your underwear, “Do you want me dead is that it? Do you want me to fall apart?” He spreads your legs, allowing the cool air of the car to hit your center, which is swollen and practically dripping. “Because I would...for you. I’d break into tiny little pieces but right now_” An almost mischievous glint takes over his eyes as he begins kissing down the middle of your stomach, letting his lips and soft breath replace your skin with goosebumps. He stops right over the lips of your pussy, the warmth of his breath fueling the throbbing of your neglected clit, “...its your turn to fall apart...” He kitten licks over your lips before smirking and, adding_ “on my fucking tongue...”

Using his fingers to spread your lips open, Yoongi begins placing teasing licks all over your clit, kissing and sucking and, teasing the fuck out of your aching cunt. He’s eating you out like he’s never tasted anything sweeter, like it’s only thing he’ll ever eat. It’s sending you into a shockwave of pleasure, your nipples hardening against your bra painfully but, Yoongi’s oral skills literally fuck with your ability to remove it yourself.

He makes an ‘O’ with his lips, suckling gently at your clit, increasing the pressure over the next minute or so, one his fingers teasing at your dripping entrance.

“Does it feel good baby? Am I eating it right?” He coos, sucking on your clit three harsh times in succession, each bit of suction causing your toes to curl.

“Mhm...your mouth Yoongi...oh god_” You breathe, a moan catching at the end of your sentence, hands reaching down to find something to grab onto.

Yoongi notices, smirking into your cunt before his hand reaches up to place yours in his hair, “Hurt me...hurt me while I make you cum...”

You quickly oblige, tugging on his brown locks, the stinging pain causing him to whimper into your pussy and, when you see his eyes squeezing shut, you know he’s trying to hold off cumming in his pants.

“Yoongi...I want you...” You whisper, eyes threatening to roll back as he sucks at your clit again.

Your statement gets to him as it’s not often that the roles between the two of you are switched but, he doesn’t think the power switch does anything for him. It’s more so that he gets to see you being vulnerable for once, it makes him feel like you trust him.

“I’m right here.” He coos, licking up the length of your pussy, savoring the flavor of you.

Tugging at his hair, you shake your head, pleading with him, “Please? Inside...inside of me...”

Yoongi can’t deny you anymore, his emotions starting to get the better of him as he pulls away from your aching center. You don’t waste anytime, sitting up quickly and peeling his shirt off, touching and kissing all over the expanse of his bare chest.

He really is the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

Long fingers comb gently through your hair as he kisses any part of you he can reach: your shoulders, your chest, your cheeks, your ears. Every inch of you.

Unclipping your bra is the last step before Yoongi lays you down on the backseat, placing a kiss on your mouth, “This is the only way I can tell you right now because, I am terrified you don’t feel the same way but, I’ll show you and, you’ll know...” His voice is shaky and, you desperately wish you knew what he was saying, “I’ll fuck you like I love you because I do...I love you Y/N.”

With that, he slides into you, his dick arching perfectly against your g-spot which is already swollen and, sensitive. Your lips connect with Yoongi’s as you settle into the kind of rhythm that isn’t meant for lasting a very long time.

Through a few moments of soft kisses and, gentle pants, Yoongi leans back, his eyes eagerly scanning over your figure as your first orgasm hits you. He tucks his face into your neck, fucking you through your release, trying to hold off on his own, “Do you know how beautiful you are? I swear I could cum just looking at you...so pretty and so perfect and, you have no fucking clue...”He’s almost whimpering at this point, his hips pumping into you with all he’s got. “That’s why I give it up to you jagiya because, you deserve it. You think I get on my knees for just anyone? Fuck no...just for you...because I love you...”The truth is, the night in the studio had changed him and, the truth is, the main reason he wanted between your thighs tonight was because he realized something: in the midst of all the chaos, seeing you with your friends had been the icing on the cake:

Yoongi is in love with you and, tonight, he wanted to make love to you.

The pleasure between your second (yes, second) and, final orgasm is so intense that you don’t feel qualified to speak anything else other than Yoongi’s name which, thankfully only pushes him closer and closer to the edge until he’s nearly there.

“Y/N...baby...I’m really close.” He warns, still out of it and placing sloppy kisses all over your face and neck, barely hanging on by a thread.

And you plan on snipping that thread with the one thing you know will make him cum instantly, “Come for me angel...”

With a tightening of his figure, Yoongi spills everything he has inside of you, continuing to kiss all over you as he does, whimpering your name against the rapid beat of your heart.

“I love you...” He whispers shakily before slumping over onto your body, clinging to you as he does.

Through the heavy breathing and sweet nothings whispered at one another, you wait a beat or two before uttering the one Korean phrase you are whole-heartedly familiar with.

“I love you too”

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scenarioslovers · 4 years

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Love-Holic|| Suga

What if you suddenly got married? To a man who is almost stranger to you. Over a drunk mood?

Word count: 2623

A/N: Last time to upload it. lol. gonna leave it hear forever. If you are interested I may continue it.

“Sit on a deep night sill

I thought about it.

You and me

I want to know the distance now

This is not a little more

You are my flower You are my star

You are my universe

Too much light, too much charm

I'm confused.

I'm going to shout

Why are you so gentle again

Make me drunk”

“Very Nice!” You stopped singing as you looked through the glass wall. You smiled at your manager who was clapping her hands and giving you thumbs up, before shifting your attention to the producer and the composer of your song who wasn’t looking at you but writing down some notice on his iPad.

“I think I need to repeat the last part again.” You caught his attention by this statement. You could not help but notice the difference between his idol image and producing image. As a producer, he did not care much about his looks.

He was wearing baggy pants and an oversized shirt. His hair was messy and long enough to hide his cat-like eyes, however, his hat made sure that his hair was in place. His black face musk was pulled down to his chin and you could not help but notice that he did not shave.

His idol image was totally the opposite, he always shaved. Sometimes his hair would be messy, but it never looked like this. Like a lion who just woke up from his sleep.

On stage, he wore tight pants and fitted shirt; all branded and expensive shining clothes, while now he looked like he did not have time to look through his closet and just choose anything to wear.

This kind of cooperation between you and the well-known Min Suga was a dream coming true and when he offered you one of his songs, you could not believe your ears and agreed right away.

“As the first day of recording, I think you did more than enough.” Suga, Yoongi as he introduced himself, said in the mic that was the only way of communication between you and him as the recording room was soundproof.

“But I think my voice cracked at the end. I am sorry can I repeat it again.”

Yoongi looked at you for a few minutes. Those few minutes passed like hours. Something was moving inside of his head, but you could not read any of his expressions at all.

“Producer-nim.” You called again and he sighed.

“It seems like the rumors are true. You are workaholic.” He flattered his eyelashes before nodded. “Suit yourself, let’s do the last part again.”

“Thank you, producer-nim” You exclaimed, excitedly. This song was your new hope that you wanted to revive your career with. You swore to do your best and work as hard as you could. Since your scandal last year, people avoided working with you.

No composer wanted to give you any of their work. No producer wanted to work with you. Your company told you to stay low until it is buried under the ground.

So, this song was everything. You first project since last year, and it was not with anyone but the almighty Min Suga.

You closed your eyes and sang the song again. It was a song about love that you once felt. A love that excited, so sweet, and so beautiful.

This time you tried to recall that feeling. The feeling of him smiling brightly at you.

Him taking you in his arms while playing with your hair.

Him kissing you softly as if you were breakable diamond and slightest touch would ruin you.

You sang your heart out, remembering how it was to be loved.

You bet your lips when you finished the verse. Your heart thumping in your chest as you crave the love that just left you raw meat, with no job, no love and no one to be around with. Just hate and criticism.

“Alright, perfect!” You gasped when you heard his voice. You were too lost in your memories to notice that Yoongi was looking at you with pressed lips. Your manager was looking worried too.

“I think we are done for today,” Yoongi announced as your manager, hurried into the recording room.

She gave you a tissue and you looked at her confused. “You are crying.” She shook her head before wiping your tears softly. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” You sniffed, smiling. “Just happy that I am singing again.”

A knock on the door caught both you and your manager’s attention. Yoongi was standing, a bottle of water in his hand.

“Should we change the lyrics?” He asked, giving you the bottle of water.

“No, it’s perfect.” You smiled at him before murmuring a thank you as you opened the water bottle. No one probably wanted to ask why you cried because they all knew. They knew the tragic break up happened last year. The breakup turned the entertainment industry upside down.

“Have you seen the news?” Yoongi asked, not meeting your eyes. He was looking at his phone, swiping up and down before showing you the screen.

Your eyes twinkled with anger as you looked at the screen. With a bold font, the title read: The great dancer, J-hope spotted in the airport back to Korea almost after one year of no public appearance since his scandal with the singer Y/N

Your manager’s fake cough and clearing throat made you look at her with wide eyes. “You knew about this.”

“I didn’t want to ruin your day.” She confessed before looking at Yoongi, giving him a forced smile. “Isn’t it better if we kept her away from bad news? She needs to focus on working.”

Yoongi nodded before returning his phone in his pocket. “You are right. I only showed you this, so you know why this comeback is so important to you.”

“I—” You cleared your throat. “May I ask you something?”

“Yeah, sure shoot it.” Whatever you do, Yoongi would not look directly in your eyes. You made a mental note that he was bad making eye contact. You caught yourself finding it cute. It was totally the opposite of his tough image.

“Why me?” You asked, after taking a deep breath. “Why did you choose to work with someone like me?”

“You are a great artist. You are a good voice. A unique voice.” He said while playing with his fingers. “I wanted to work with you for a while now. I just came back to Korea recently and I found this was the perfect moment to do it. Why? You don’t want to work with me?”

You shook your head, a small smile forming over your lips. “No, of course, that’s not it. I am just really grateful to you.”

There was a hint of a smile on his lips, but he never continued it, as he nodded. “I will see you tomorrow then. Rest well tonight.”

“Hm— producer-nim” You started, stopping him before he could make his way out. “Would you mind if we have dinner together? I just wanted to thank you for everything.”

Your manager held in your arms as she gave you a hard look. “My kids are waiting for me at home.” She whispered.

“Don’t worry. Producer-nim will take me home.” You told her before looking at Yoongi again, giving him a smile. “Will not you?”

“Y-yeah. Of course, I will. I just do not eat anywhere.”

So, it is a yes. You thought to yourself as the smile widened. “Don’t worry I reserved a table in a good restaurant.”

Don’t drink too much and go home before 12 am.

You sighed at your manager’s text as you flipped over your phone. You knew she was just worried about you, but sometimes she overdid it.

The restaurant that you reserved was one of the most expensive restaurants, yet it took the traditional still, making it hard to believe that it was any better than the street stands, people go for. However, the food here was cleaner, fresher, and smiled good as Yoongi was grilling the meat over the hot pan.

“Is the news still bothering you?” He asked as he poured soju into your small glass. You looked at the liquid for a moment, before swallowing it whole in one shot. “Whoa, take it easy.”

“You know…” You started, before meeting his eyes. It only lasted one second before he looked away and started to flip the meat over the hot pan in front of both of you. “I believed in love for the longest time ever. Six years believing that this one is for you and just for you. Spending the whole six years loving only one person only to throw you away as if you are used old toy that no one wants anymore. You know to upgrade.”

“You are thinking about him way too much,” Yoongi stated. “Just throw him away as he threw you.”

“Do you think I am not doing it?” You chuckled as you poured more soju into your cup, you let the liquor burn your throat, flushing your cheeks, making your thoughts go lighter and lighter, while your feelings get heavier.

Why would he just come back when your life just started to become better? Why would he come back and remind you of him?

“People pity you. People judge you but no one knows how you feel.” You shook your head, as you clenched on your chest. “PD-nim. You write songs about love; do you know how I feel?”

Yoongi was silent for a minute before taking the soju bottle from in front of you and pour liquor in his glass. In one shot, the glass was empty again. A sneer formed into his face, as his fist clenched tightly around the small glass. “I know.”

“Really?” Your eyes widened as your full attention fell on him. “Tell me about you.”

“Well, I loved someone. Really cared about that person a lot. However, I wasn’t enough.” Yoongi gave you a small smile. “I was never enough, no matter what I did. That person couldn’t love me as much as I do.”

Tears formed in your eyes as Yoongi’s feelings wrapped into your heart. You did not know if it was the alcohol or what was that, but you felt his pain. The pain that was shown in his expression. You thought if someone could write love songs are those who felt not those who craved it. Just like you.

“Bastards. Ass holes.” You sniffed, wiping your tears with the back of your heart. “I am done with love. I am done with marriage. I am done with it all.”

After a few minutes of silence and just eating and drinking, an idea popped into your mind. “You know what. We should get revenger.” You suggested as the smile spread its way from one ear to another.

“How?” His eyes widened at the suggestion suddenly interested.

“Let’s show the whole world that we are the king and the queen of moving on.” You stood up suddenly as you grabbed your bag with one hand and with the other, you grabbed Yoongi’s hand.

“W-what? Where are we going?”

“You will know when we arrive.”

You and Yoongi stood in front of the City Hall, cold air slapping them hard into the face trying to sober them up. Yoongi’s mouth was opened in O-shape but no words were coming out of his mouth. His feet froze and pinned into the ground as he looked at you and then at the huge banner.

“Let’s go” you grabbed Yoongi’s hand as you head to the building, but Yoongi pulled you back.

“Go where?” The confusion was so obvious over his face. His eyes met yours for more than a second for the first time.

“Let us get married and show the world that we can fall in love again. Show those who hurt us that we can move on and stop loving them.”

“You are crazy.” Yoongi shook his head as he let go of your hands. “Right? You are crazy?”

“Think about it. The one who you loved watching you with someone else, happy with them.”

“This is marriage!” Yoongi exclaimed, losing his cool.

“I know.” You nodded. “Will you do it with me? I think that I am too drunk to do this. That’s our only chance.”

Yoongi was silent again. You made a mental note that you hated it when he went silent on you as if he were dragged into his own world leaving you alone in your mess.

“We will regret this too much when we sober up.” Yoongi started to chuckle. “I can’t wait to see their faces when we announce our marriage.”

“Right? Can you see it now?” You exclaimed excitedly. “Imagine, our song becomes first on the chart with our love announcement.”

“You are smart.” He stated. He was the one to grab your hand this time and pull you inside the city hall.

When you sat down in front of the officer, she looked at you suspiciously before handing you the marriage document you needed to fill.

“You know that you need two witnesses, right?” She announced, looking from you to Yoongi.

“So, we can’t get married?” You asked her in disappointment.

“As I said you need witnesses.” She repeated, giving you her fakest smile.

“What should we do?” You whispered to Yoongi.

“Call someone to be a witness. I will do the same.”

Before pulling out his phone, you caught his hand, shaking your head. “No, we can’t tell anyone yet. Reporters will cause trouble if they found out.”

“You are right.” He nodded, before looking at the officer. “We don’t have witnesses.”

“Then you can’t get married.” She outstretched her arms as she touched both of your papers. But before she could pull them away, you placed your hand over them.

“No! We need to get married right now.” You cried. “Please can’t we just skip the witness part? We know too well that we will be married.”

“No witnesses. No marriage.”

Your head was throbbing against your skull. You felt like the world was moving around while you stayed in your place.

Running your hand through your face, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Fragment of memories from last night hunted you like a nightmare. Most of them were hazy and fizzy and did not make any sense to you.

You and Yoongi drinking.

You and Yoongi crying.

You and Yoongi running in the street like crazy people.

Then you and Yoongi kissing.

KISSING!!

Your eyes snapped open when a hand dropped on your waist.

No, no, no, no, no.

It cannot be. Slowly, your head turned to your right, to find an unfamiliar chair standing by an unfamiliar window. NO! You gulped as you turned your head to the lift.

Your fear became real. As more fragments from last night came rushing into your mind. His hands rooming your body, his kisses so soft so tender… You shook the memory away as you looked again as the sleeping body next to you.

Yoongi was there. The white skin of his shoulder and chest was a clear indication that he was half-naked if not fully naked. You surpassed a scream as your hands quickly shut your mouth close.

It was at that moment when you remembered the biggest disaster of them all.

The memory of you and Yoongi signing a marriage certificate and the office smiling at both of you, as she took the documents from you.

With a big smile, her face hunted your memory with her sweet voice. “Congratulations, you are married now.”

You no longer could stop your scream.

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fuckedbykpop-blog · 6 years

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Heat | pt.1

Pairing: Yoongi x Hoseok // Suga x Jhope // Yoonseok

Genre: Hybrid!au, fluff, smut (later, possibly in later parts)

Words: 9.1k+ (sorry if I messed up words, I didn’t proof read)

Warning: story of abuse, swear words, violence, loneliness, just a whole lotta shit

Notes: This will be my first kind of mini-story on here on here. I hope that it’s good cause I’m not good with words. I just wanted to make a hybrid story for a while so I’m excited. Let’s go on.

Backstory: It’s been maybe 5 months since Hoseok had found Yoongi in an alleyway, naked, bruised, beaten, bloody, and used. Hoseok found him because the poor Panther hybrid was mewling, he cautiously stepped up to Yoongi to help him out. At first, Yoongi hissed at him, threatening him, he couldn’t trust anyone. Not after how his previous owners treated him. He thought of all rich people as scum, he hated the fact that he was only used for sexual desires and treated like shit afterwards, he hated his life. That was until at least Hoseok came to save him from his miserable life.

“Please don’t be afraid of me, I just want to help you, you’re severely harmed. please let me–”

“Don’t touch me, I don’t want be around another disgusting wealthy scum. I’d rather die”, the raven black head scowled towards the orange-haired male.

His words hurt Hoseok deeply, if anything, he felt as if he could relate with him. Hoseok came from a selfish rich family that were too spoiled, they didn’t really give him a good childhood, he wasn’t interested in the amount of money he had or what his family name was stood as. He just wanted someone to be there, to talk to, to care for. He hated his life too. Being locked up in his mansion with nothing to do, doesn’t even go see his family or gatherings because he knew that if he did, they’d probably force him to carry on his family’s bullshit legacy. he didn’t want that, he wanted to be known as himself.

“Whatever you think I am, I’m not. I’m sorry that they have left a bad impression on people like me. If anything I hate us too, but I’m different, I promise. I’m not leaving you here for dead because if I do, I’ll feel shitty and–”

“Shut up, you talk too much”, the feline mumbled, “just leave me alone”

After 5 or so minutes of Hoseok pleading the hybrid to come home, the hybrid sighed and gave in. Hoseok couldn’t lie with his emotions, he felt as if the Panther hybrid warmed up to him. In reality, he just wanted the orange-haired male to be quiet.

Once they stepped into Hoseok’s mansion, his butler, Seokjin, furrowed his eyebrows as to what was happening.

“Seokjin, please clean him up and tend to his wounds, get him a fresh pair of clothes and food to eat”, Hoseok ordered him, ‘I don’t think he’s eaten in a few days”

“Yes Mr. Jung”,Seokjin bowed before helping the hybrid to the bathroom.

Immediately, Hoseok called over Namjoon, an all-around hybrid doctor to come and inspect the poor feline.

“You found him where?”

“In an alleyway, next to a dumpster. He’s covered in cuts and bruises, I don’t know if he’s malnourished or how long he’s been out there but I brought him over to my house, Jin is cleaning him up.”

Namjoon deeply sighed, “I don’t understand humans these days. I’ll be over in 10 or so minutes, just be careful of any fractures or anything.”

Hoseok waited and waited, foot tapping lightly against the floor. 10 minutes sure felt like forever, neither Namjoon or the feline had come yet. Jesus, he didn’t even ask him for his name, he felt even more shitty. Eventually, the doorbell rung and Hoseok calmed down. he opened the door to see his friend since childhood. Namjoon was one of the people he could trust, he too hated the fact that he was brought up into a shitty wealthy family, didn’t so much care about money, just friends and helping others.

“So, where is he?”, Namjoon looked around

“To be frank, I don–”

“Mister Jung, I’ve prepped him up well, Shall I prepare the food?”

“Not yet, if he’s malnourished, then he’ll need something light. If not, then anything is fine”, Namjoon told the light pink haired man, Seokjin bowed and went to go retrieve the hybrid. Seokjin carefully brought him into the living room and sat him on a chair. He wore a black shirt with black sweatpants and some slippers, his hair was dried and fell onto his eyes loosely. “Poor thing”

Namjoon took a seat right in front of the hunched over feline, his ears flat on his head while his tail flicked agitatedly, Hoseok took a seat right next to him. “Is it okay if I ask you some questions?”

He nodded

“What’s your name?”

“Min Yoongi”

“Age?”

“23″

“Birthday?

“March 9th, 1993″

“How long has it been since you left your previous owners?”

“About 3 days”

“I’m guessing they rarely fed you, may I ask why?”

“They wanted to make sure I was in perfect shape, if they saw any ounce of baby fat, they wouldn’t feed me for 2 weeks. But since they still wanted me alive, they’d give me porridge or bread and water”

“And they used you for only sexual desires?”

“…yes”

“Why did they beat you?”

“I was too weak to even move and I guess I gained 1kg, they beat me because of that. They didn’t stop for at least an hour. The only way I escaped was because they didn’t get to lock the chains on me tight enough so my hand just slipped through”

The whole time Hoseok was hearing this, he felt enraged, he wanted to find the owners and give them a piece of his mind but he didn't want to cause even more trouble. Namjoon was writing down stuff on the clip board he had out in his hand.

“Can I examine you? I need a blood sample and things like that to make sure everything is fine.”

He nodded.

“Please lift your shirt up”, Yoongi sat still for a moment before standing up, reaching for the hem on his shirt to pull it up above his collarbones, the sight made Hoseok want to punch the wall. He didn’t really get to see Yoongi’s body considering that it was dark in the alleyway, Yoongi’s ribs were slightly showing whilst being decorated with black, blue, and purple bruises. He had some faint scars were slashed on his lower back, Hoseok knew that hybrids can heal themselves but seeing the state he was in, they were still irritated because of how weak he was. Namjoon told him to sit back down, he examined his legs next, if anything, they looked worse than his torso. It’s like they wanted to break his legs. He gently applied pressure to see if he felt fractures, but he also made sure to look at Yoongi’s reaction to them. He saw that he winced slightly to a certain area.

“From what I can see, you’re a Panther but besides from that, he has no fractures, he just has some bruises and scars that will eventually heal by itself in a few days. Now I just need a pulse check, some blood, and some other personal stuff.”

“Personal like?”, Yoongi raised his head for the first time yet, he had a cut on his lip and a bandage on his cheek.

“It’s a normal hybrid check. To check your urethra, sperm sample, and prostate. If you don’t want to do any of those now, we can do them at the clinic tomorrow. It’s up to you”, Namjoon reassured him

“I don’t like clinics”, Yoongi paused for a minute, “do you have the stuff?”

“I have everything prepared”, Namjoon smiled, Yoongi just nodded again.

As Namjoon put gloves on, sterilizing his inner elbow for the needle to draw blood right after. Hoseok walked over to Seokjin, “prepare him some thin soup, and light sandwiches, get him some water as well. While the soup is cooking, fix up the guest room for him”

“I’ll see right to it Mister Jung”

“Just call me Hoseok, we’ve known each other for awhile now”

“Yes, Hoseok”, Jin bowed before leaving to the kitchen

Hoseok sat back next to Namjoon, who had just finished drawing Yoongi’s blood, he rubbed his head a little, making Yoongi sigh contently. Namjoon went to the briefcase and pulled a needle filled with strange red liquid.

“What’s that?”, Hoseok and Yoongi asked in unison

“It’s an aphrodisiac called Dionysos. It’s developed for cat hybrids, it can last a few hours. It’s made to make them really sensitive whether you’re using it for sexual reasons or punishment. In this case, I’m only using it for the personal reasons.”, he explained while sterilizing Yoongi’s upper right shoulder, “the effect should happen within 30 seconds”. He was about to inject it but stopped to ask a question. “Yoongi, when was your last heat?”

“A few days before I was beaten”, he mumbled

“Oh, you’re next heat will probably be in 5 months then”, Yoongi nodded, Namjoon finally injected him with the Dionysos.

“What’s a heat?”, Hoseok questioned the doctor

“Basically all hybrids get it, depending on what hybrid they are depends on the months. Since he’s a rare type of hybrid, his come every 5 months. Heat is when basically all of their hormones decide to act up, making them really aroused. it’s usually satisfied through sexual intercourse but if hybrids don’t want to, there are supplements to make it go away.”

An “o” shaped formed Hoseok’s lips, but was quickly caught off-guard when he saw Yoongi begin to pant lightly and purr. His purr sounded so angelic. Namjoon lifted Yoongi’s hair away from his face and shined a light in front of his eyes before letting his hair back down.

“His pupils are dilated and he started to purr, meaning that it’s working. Yoongi, should I start the urethra check?”, Yoongi gripped the chair and started swaying his right leg before nodding. His tail started swaying itself and his ears were pointed.

“I should probably leave the room”, Hoseok got up and went up to his room, he felt as if he was about to explode out of embarrassment. He didn’t understand why he was feeling this way, he tried to shake the feeling by going on the computer and searching more about hybrids considering he didn't know a lot about them.

He always knew that hybrids were meant for only sexual activities because they have more stamina than human and go on for hours without stopping but he didn’t expect for the owners to be such jackasses. But then again, rich people were the only ones who could really afford them. Hoseok remembered when he was offered a hybrid at 15, he never understood why but he does remember the face on the poor creature. They looked so miserable, their eyes said it all. He never understood why people felt the need to capture them and use them for their sexual preferences. His dad was like that after his biological mother passed, he did marry someone else, who Hoseok despised, but its like he never payed attention to her. He just used the hybrids, but his step mother didn’t care much either. If money was involved, then that’s all she would care about, she was like every other stubborn rich person.

Hoseok rolled his eyes at the thoughts, returning to the research about hybrids. But all he could find so far was how to basically make them so sensitive for your sexual desires. Of course Hoseok wasn’t worrying about that, even if hybrids are part animal, they still are human. Luckily, he found something about how to treat them with care, it wasn’t anything different from an actual pet, which should’ve been obvious in the first place to Hoseok. 10 minutes passed and Seokjin knocked on the door.

“Come in”, Seokjin quietly stepped in, he always had his shirt that was buttoned down and tucked neatly in his black slacks, a long tail coat, and white gloves with polished black shoes.

“Hoseok, Dr. Kim is about to head out, should I let him out or would you like to?”

“I’ll do it. Is Yoongi’s room prepped?”

“Yes, he’s also eating right now. He’s very malnourished so we have to be very careful with the food that we give him, Dr. Kim will tell you the rest”

“Thanks you for all your help Seokjin. You may take your leave until I see you Monday”

‘‘Thank you Mister Jung”, Seokjin bowed before closing the door behind him

“I told him to call me Hoseok”, Hoseok shook his head, he got off his bed and jogged his way downstairs, he saw his friend packing up all his supplies in his briefcase, “anything I should know?”

“His urethra is unblocked so he’s healthy from what I can see so far. He’s very sensitive when you play with him, like his nipples for example, the slightest touch makes him purr but that could just be the aphrodisiac in his system. He’s very malnourished so be careful when giving him food, you have to give him little bits at at time, nothing to heavy. His pulse rate is normal so don’t worry about that. The aphrodisiac is his system will wear off in about 4-5 hours, just give it time”, he listed, the new information filled Hoseok’s head, “that’s basically it. I have to check his sperm and blood tests back at the clinic to see if there’s anything wrong with him. It will takes a day or 2 so I’ll inform you when the time comes”, Namjoon finished packing up his briefcase and let out a light sigh, “and if you would like anymore of the aphrodisiac, just contact me”

“I don’t think I would need it right now but thanks”, Hoseok awkwardly chuckled, fumbling his fingers as he walked to the door to lead his friend out, exchanging goodbyes.

It took Seokjin 5 minutes after to start to head home himself, giving Hoseok a small smile before stepping out. The house was quiet, it was already quiet before but it’s just…silent. He walked over to the dining room to Yoongi busy eating his soup and light sandwiches that Jin had made him. The orange-haired man took a seat across from him, staring at him. Yoongi didn’t seem bothered at first but then he noticed that he was still staring at him after a minute has passed. his ears flattened and tail flicked agitatedly.

Yoongi looked up at his thought his hair in front of his eyes,”what?”

“Is the soup and sandwiches good?”

“Yes, is that why you came over here?

“No, I just wanted to check on you”, Hoseok smiled, suddenly he let his hand touch his Yoongi’s neck, making him stiffen, “warm”, he said before removing it.

“Cause of that damn needle with the red stuff, it’s making me feel all weird”

“It’ll be over in 4-5 hours, you’ll be alright”

Yoongi just nodded, continuing to eat his soup and sandwiches.

However, there was this burning question in him that was desired to be answered. Yoongi stopped eating and looked up at Hoseok through his hair, he saw that Hoseok was staring right back at him.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why did you save me? Why do you care? What’s your intention?”

Hoseok became agitated by his questions but answered away with a smile on his face. “If I left you to die next to a dumpster, then i’d hate myself more than i do now. I wasn’t going to leave you there and be another one of those ‘rich people’ that you despise so much. If anything, I’m not like that, i’ve never even had a hybrid before. I’m sorry as to what your owners did to you but I’m not anything like that. It’s just that when I saw you, I saw how vulnerable and weak and miserable you looked and it reflected the same way I am. My only intention was to help you, you can leave at anytime that you wanted to. But can I ask why they beat you?“

Yoongi rolled his eyes before speaking, "they wanted a hybrid that would satisfy their needs so that hybrid needed to fit their needs. Meaning that I needed to be petite enough for them so that I seemed vulnerable enough under them. They would make sure I ate very little to maintain my figure but when they did give me food, it would be a small bowl of porridge with bread. If I did everything right that pleased them, then I’d get cinnamon in my porridge. But if it looked like I gained any type of weight or baby fat, they would beat me and chain me to my cell with nothing to eat for 2-3 weeks. But 3 days ago when they asked me to…you know…I wasn’t able to because of the state I was in. I couldn’t even walk for fuck’s sake. They thought I wasn’t listening to them so they beat me for disobeying them and not listening to their rules. They made the body guards throw me back in the cell and chain me up again. I only escaped because I guess the body guards didn’t chain me up well enough.”

“So when they arent able to use you, who do they go to?”

"They use my best friend Jimin, a Jaguar hybrid. He does everything they say because he was trained before in another area. But he’s going through the same thing I am, probably not as bad but still bad. They probably think he helped me escape, I should’ve thought this through. This was all a waste of time, you do realize that right?”

“How?”, Hoseok furrowed his eyebrows at the Raven headed hybrid.

“My owners probably sent people out to look for me. What you did was a waste of time, when they do find me, they’re going to bring me back to my owners and either kill me or beat me more, maybe even worse. But that’s not if i beat them to it. I wouldn’t be surprised with any outcome. You should’ve just left me to die, I was close to dying anyway” He heard Hoseok laugh and looked up at him, confused as to why he was acting like this.

“Yoongi, did you question as to why I made Namjoon do all those checks on you?”

“I did but I brushed it off”

“Well, to make this long story short, I’m planning on buying you from your owners”, he finally saw Yoongi’s eyes when his hair moved out of the way. His eyes were sunken and dark, it made Hoseok sad again, “And now since you mentioned your friend Jimin, I might as well get him too, what do you think? Too fast?”

“And how am I to trust you? I barely even know you and your telling me that you’re going to b-“

“Did I harm you in any way, shape, or form?”

No but t-“

“Did I give you food? A bed? Made a doctor come check if you’re okay?”

“Yes…”, Yoongi deeply sighed

“Then I don’t see what the problem is”

“The problem is that I don’t know whether to trust you or not. Last time I trusted someone, I got severely abused”

“You’ll see how life will be in a few days, even if I’m buying you, you’ll be living life as free as you wanted it to be from the start. I won’t stop you from the freedom that you wanted. I just want to take you away from them”

“….Fine…I’ll accept it…your offer”

“Really?!”, Hoseok felt the weight on his shoulders fall off, he was happy dancing in his mind but stayed calm outside.

“Yes, but they might plan on killing you after they accept your money. Last time that happened to someone who tried to by me.”

“Oh don’t worry about that. I just need the name of your owners. I’ll take care of the rest to make sure I’m not dead”, Hoseok winked at the feline, he got up from the table and took the empty bowl from Yoongi and went to the kitchen to put it in the sink. When he returned, he saw Yoongi trying to walk away from the table but limping with every step he took. Hoseok rushed and helped him by placing Yoongi’s arm around his neck.

“You’re too nice, I can do it by myself.”, Yoongi scowled at him, Hoseok just brushed it off and helped him to the guest room. He placed Yoongi on the bed, slowly, and took off his slippers.

“Get some rest now”, Hoseok spoke sweetly to him before walking over to the door, shutting off the light. Once Hoseok left the room, he quickly went to his room to retrieve his telephone, he dialed a number fast and impatiently waited for the other side of the line to pick up

“Hello”, the other voice spoke, that signature deep voice

“Hey Taehyung, I have a request for you, I need you to come with me somewhere to a hybrid’s owner’s house”

“And who will I be killing Mr. Jung?”

“I’ll tell you when you come and if it’s necessary. It’s only necessary if they try to kill me or if their people try to”

“Understood, but if nothing happened?”

“If nothing happens, you will still get payed”

“Understood, have a nice night Mister Jung”

“You too Taehyung”, he sent a farewell before he ended the call. If anything, he hopes nothing gets to hectic.

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“Jungkook, you have a big job to do today”, Hoseok clapped his hands whilst walking down the stairs, he seemed to be in such a good mood.

“And what will that be Hoseok?”, the body guard bowed by the door, “you had called me on my day off so I feel that it will be very important”

“I’m going to be off on a very important errand which could lead to something dangerous”

“Shouldn't I go then?”, the deep brown haired male looked worried

“I have Taehyung with me just in case, it’s way too dangerous and plus, It’s for a hybrid thing.”

“Understood, what’s my job?”

‘I need you to protect Yoongi, he’s in the guest room on this floor. He’s a Panther hybrid and from what I’ve seen, he’s very anti-social. I’m consulting with his owners today to take in him and his friend Jimin who’s a jaguar hybrid.”

“I’ll make sure to take good care of him. But if I may ask, why would you need Taehyung if you’re buying 2 hybrids off of the owners?”

“I was told that these owners of his are scammers, if someone wants to buy them, they set a price. when they are given that amount of money, they set out their assassins or body guards to kill the people who wanted to buy them and keep their money. If this does happen, Taehyung will take care of it. Not that big of a deal.”

“I mean, it’s a big deal considering you need your personal assassin”

“It’s fine, I’ll be okay. If you excuse me, I need to check on Yoongi to make sure he’s okay. you know how to cook right?”

“A little”

“Well, in case you aren't capable. There’s some soup in the fridge, heat it up for him and give him light sandwiches and water. Namjoon said he’s very malnourished.”

“I understand”, Jungkook bowed again before putting his stuff on the coat rack next to him.

Hoseok walked off to the guest room that Yoongi was sleeping in only to see him sitting up, staring at the wall in front of him, “hey Yoongi”

Yoongi turned his head to look at him, his hair still in the way of his eyes, “hi”

“I don’t understand how you can see me through that hair in your eyes”, Hoseok huffed, he walked over to the dresser next to Yoongi and retrieved a hair band. He gestured Yoongi to lean his head down, which he complied to, putting it on his head so that it pushed his hair back, it revealed his forehead but what caught his eyes were his dark brown eyes,”better”. Yoongi looked at him and started moving his thighs together, his tail whipped behind him which made Hoseok raise an eyebrow, “is everything okay? Did the aphrodisiac wear off?”

“Mhm, it just hurts”, Yoongi winced at the pain he was feeling.

“What? Where is it? Is it the headband? I’m sorry”, Hoseok was too oblivious to realize.

“It’s not the headband”

“Is it your bruises? Should I call Namjoon?”

“It’s not the bruises either”

“Then what is it? Is it inside? Am I not feeding you enough? I knew I should’ve given you a second bowl”, Hoseok pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling like he was growing a headache until he saw the shuffling underneath the sheets again, he suddenly became curious. “Can I take a look? Maybe you found a fracture”

Yoongi only nodded, looking away, Hoseok slowly pulled the blanket off of the hybrid’s legs to only reveal his hard on pressed against the sweatpants he was wearing. Hoseok was left wide eyed as he put it back over him and stood up from the bed, ‘wow, I am so sorry- this is- um, wow. Well, I don’t k-know what to do so I’m going to call Namjoon. Just um…s-stay there”

Hoseok left the room faster than you could blink, he was too flustered at the moment. He couldn’t leave Yoongi hurting and Taehyung had to come any minute now. He tripped up the stairs to his room and grabbed the phone. His fingers fumbled as he dialed Namjoon’s number.

“Hello, how may I he-”

“Yoongi is hurting”

“How? He has no fractures, is his bruises getting worse, are you feeding him?”

“Not that type of hurting, I know for a fact that the aphrodisiac wore off but like”, Hoseok took a deep breath, “he’s erect”, Hoseok whispered, “what the hell do I do?”

“Well, considering that hybrids are used for sexual desires, they also receive some kind of pleasure from it. Since he hasn’t been used for the past 3 days, he becomes needy and needs to be milked”

“Milked?! He has udders?!”

“No you moron, do your research next time. Him needing to be milked means that you need to get him off until he is tired. Another way to do this is giving him a sex toy to help him if you can’t”

“I don’t have any sex toys” “Then I advise you help him, make sure he isn’t wearing anything that’s restricting him. Underwear is fine because it’s breathable but anything like pants can start to hurt him. before you ask, no this doesn’t happen all the time, it only happens when a hybrid has sex and isn’t touched a few days after. But that doesn’t mean that they don’t need to get milked from time to time. They need it once every 2 months. If his heat wasn’t tamed then it’s once every 2 weeks for a month. this is why I recommend a sex toy to be given to them.”

“But I need to go somewhere in a few minutes”

“I advise you do it now then, I have another call. Talk to you later about the analysis” “Wait, Namjoon-”, the line disconnected and Hoseok let out a deep breath. He inhaled sharply before putting the phone back and heading back down to Yoongi’s room. The sight before him made him lose his thoughts, Yoongi was slowly grinding up against the silk pillow underneath him, he was pawing what was visible and purring softly. When he was Hoseok by the door, he didn’t stop, instead he bit his bottom lip. “Um N-Namjoon said I have take off your pants. Not like that but- you know. He didn’t really specifically say me but–anyway. I’m just going to do it”

Hoseok walked up to the Panther and laid him down softly on the bed, his hands swiftly trailed down to the hem on the feline’s sweatpants. He was hesitant to do it, his fingers just stayed hooked around it. He’s acting like this was his first time, he had sex before but he doesn’t know why he was feeling so weird.

“Can you continue please?”, Yoongi shyly asked, “it hurts and I kinda want this done with”

“Yeah..yeah sorry”, he tugged the pants off of him and dropped it off the floor, he saw a clear outline of the feline’s hard on, pre-cum stained through his underwear. Again, he froze for second but came back to reality after he saw Yoongi move. Hoseok stood up and walked by the door, “I’m sorry, I can’t do this. I have to meet your owners now. If you don’t mind, can I make my body guard do it. I assigned him to take care of you until I had come back from your owners. I promise to help you out next time. Is that okay?”

“Yes, anything that will make it go away”, he sat up on the bed, grabbing the pillow he was grinding on earlier and bringing it closer to him.

“Great”, he wiped his sweaty hands on the sides of his pants, “I’ll go get him”

Hoseok felt as if he was going to die from cardiac arrest if he didn’t leave that room. “Hoseok, Taehyung is here”, Jungkook announced, Taehyung stood by the door with an expressionless face, his hair is dyed blonde now rather than last time. It fit him.

“Oh thank god”, he huffed, putting his jacket on that was on the table, “Jungkook, I added something to your assignment”

“And what will that be?”

“I need you to milk him, doctor’s orders”

“Um…okay?”, Jungkook was in for an adventure.

Hoseok and Taehyung walked outside to the car, “what’s the name and address of the owners?”, Taehyung asked as he hopped in the driver’s seat, Hoseok taking the passenger”

“They’re known as the Yoon’s, Yoon Dong and Yoon Moon-soo, they’re brothers. They came from a noble family but became rich through their step-father. Apparently, he’s owns the biggest chocolate factory, sad really. Here’s their address”, after Hoseok handed Taehyung the address, Taehyung had driven off. The car ride was so quiet considering that Taehyung barely talked.

Hoseok had known Taehyung during his early teen years, he was thirteen and Tae was ten. Taehyung had broken into Hoseok’s house whilst his family was sleeping. Luckily, Hoseok was up because he couldn’t really go to sleep, when he heard the noise, Hoseok immediately reacted by grabbing a bat. He saw that someone was in his living room, he was about to knock Taehyung aside the head but the young boy at the time place a gun right in-between his eyes. He was brought up to be a child assassin, a group of people found him in some den when he was a baby and raised him to become a criminal. Eventually, Taehyung spared him and left his house only to see each other two years later in the same situation. They made a truce and became friends afterwards. Taehyung somewhat stopped his assassinations but only works under Hoseok’s orders, only if Hoseok needs him.

“So, did you get a girlfriend? Boyfriend? Anyone?”

“No”. Taehyung said bluntly

“How come you always seem so down? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Serious?”

“Very.”

“You’re no fun, you never keep up a conversation. Crack some jokes”

“No”

“Fine, what do you do these days? Anything for fun”

“I work and sleep until I get a call from you which is like, once in a blue moon. and things for fun? I sleep”

“Jesus, that’s depressing”

“How? It’s fun”

“Come with me, you live by yourself, don’t you want company?”

“No, you have too many people in your house, plus a hybrid. I’m not all about big crowds.”

“Hey, Jungkook and Jin only come for 5 days a week. Jungkook only had to come today to make sure Yoongi had all his stuff sorted out. He’s very malnourished”

“Still, no thanks”

“Come on”, Hoseok whined, “just think about it at least”

“I don’t wan-”

“I’ll pay you extra”

“So I’m going to be there tomorrow”

“Wow, all I needed to do was add more money. This isn’t friendship Taehyung. This is bribery”

“I was just joking”, which made Hoseok’s eyes light up, both because he was joking for the first time and because he had hope, “doesn’t mean I’m actually moving in tomorrow”, the smile on Hoseok’s face fell. “I’ll think about it”

The car ride took 20 minutes to reach the house of the owners, Hoseok made Taehyung get on with his assassination routine as Hoseok walk up to the brothers’ door. He took a deep breath in before knocking on the door. An old butler opened the door, he looked stingy himself but gave good attitude for someone who looks like he hates his life

“Good evening sir, how may I assist you?”, he looked about 60-70, he should be in a retirement home, not a butler

“Good evening, I’m here to have a talk with both of the Yoon brothers”, the old man raised his gray sharp eyebrow up with a concerned look,”oh sorry, my name is Jung Hoseok. I’m sure you’ve heard ‘J&M corporations” before, you look wise”

“Well, Mister Jung, they are not here at the moment-”

“Yes they are, I know they are. Let me in, no one would just leave the butler home.”, the old man scoffed and opened the door so that Hoseok could walk in, he gave the butler a small smile as he did.

“They are in the living room to the right of you, you should see the opening”

Hoseok walked down the hallway, he saw candles lit in the living room as he walked closer and closer to it. Suddenly he heard small mewls as he approached it. He pushed the purple see-though linen curtains, there was one of the brothers on a chair that looked like a throne whilst the other brother was standing infront of something, someone. Suddenly he remembered…

“Hyong-kim I remember telling you t- who are you?”, the brother on the chair looked up from his phone and at Hoseok, looking cautious

“Who is it Dong?”, the other brother grunted, who Hoseok was guessing was Moon

“I mean no harm, I just want to chat”, Hoseok put his arms up in defense before putting them back down, “all I have is 2 requests, the faster we get them down, the faster no trouble will be started”, Hoseok grabbed a chair and placed it right in front of the curtain so that he was in the middle. Moon moved back away from the person and zipped his pants up, it was a hybrid. He dropped on his palms and panted, chains around his wrists and naked, gray hair messed up and just wrecked, it made Hoseok’s blood boil. He understands the purpose of hybrids but he doesn’t understand why they are treated like shit, they’re living beings too. The hybrid locked eyes with Hoseok for a split second before moving to a corner in the room.

“What do you want to ‘chat’ about?”, Moon spat out

“Well, I found something that belonged to you, the both of you actually. Right now, it-sorry, he, is getting very well treated at my house right now. He’s very malnourished and skinny, bruised and traumatized, just how you would like him right?”, Hoseok looked at both of the brothers, who furrowed their eyebrows, their eyes angry, “there you go, you know exactly who I’m talking about.”

“Well sir, I don't appreciate how you have come to our house unannounced, claiming that we beat our precious Yoongi-”, Dong started but Hoseok quickly shut him up, from the side of his eye, he saw the hybrid shoot his eyes up at Hoseok

“Don’t play fucking dumb with me you ignorant scum, I already know that the poor hybrid over there is Jimin. Yoongi told me everything about you two, and Jimin”, Hoseok looked at the feline, “he’s sorry for leaving you but don’t worry, you’ll see him again”

“Damn right he’ll see him again because you’re bringing him straight to us-”

“No I’m not, so sit down and shut up”, Hoseok snapped at him, “I’ve come to make 2 deals”

“Jimin, come over here”, Moon called out, Jimin winced and started to crawl slowly, he was in so much pain, “hurry!”

“Maybe if you give him time to reach to you, he would be there by now but since you beat him and barely feed him, he’s doing the best he can so wait”, Moon rolled his eyes waited impatiently for Jimin to come over to him. He placed his hand on his head and started petting him. Jimin looked down at the ground at his hands.

“Well go on” Dong hurried Hoseok

“First deal, I want to buy both Yoongi and Jimin off of you two”, Hoseok leaned back in the chair, “name your price and I’ll pay it”

“As if you could afford both of them, you might as well run along home”, Dong-geun laughed

“You want these wretched hybrids”, Moon grabbed Jimin by the hair and pulled him closer to him, “these good for nothing sluts”, he threw Jimin on the floor, Hoseok tried to maintain his cool but he was about to signal Taehyung to kill them both, “I should be calling the cops right now”

Hoseok just smiled, then he started laughing, “you guys are jokes you know that? You can’t even compete with me. Your father owns a chocolate factory for god’s sake”, Hoseok almost fell out his chair until his smile wiped off his face, “My father owns ‘J&M corporations’, my step-mother owns restaurants you’ve never even been to, my uncle on my father’s side owns many police stations and my aunt on my step-mothers side owns hybrid-protection centers. If none of these rung a bell yet, I’m the son of the most wealthiest man in this country. I can buy this house, demolish it, and write you up for abusing a hybrid. Hell, I make your father’s little company look like the little bread you give these poor creatures. So I advise you hand these hybrids over. Like I said, not looking to start trouble”

“Moon….it’s true, I just searched it up. His name is Jung Hoseok”, Dong looked at his brother with wide eyes and a jaw drop, Moon looked frustrated as if he wanted to scream

“In the flesh”, Hoseok smiled, “now how much? $50 million? $30 billion? How about $30 billion? I know that this might seem like so much to you but this is like $15″, the two brothers looked speechless, flabbergasted at most. All rich people do is care about money

“Deal, take him”, Dong stood up, “we can always buy new on-

“That’s the other side of the deal. I don’t want you two to ever purchase anymore hybrids ever again. Go on and get actual people. If you do, I’ll throw in an extra $10 million”, Hoseok offered, “and just to make sure you don’t go back on your words, I contacted my aunt to tell every hybrid shelter to keep you out. Whether overseas or here so either way, you’re practically getting that $10 million for free”, He took an ‘Owner-retirement contract’ that Namjoon had given him the day he came to check on Yoongi, “now if you don’t mind, I’d like you to sign where you see the ‘x’

The brothers shut up and snatched the paper out of Hoseok’s hand, getting a pen from the table, Hoseok walked over to Jimin and placed his coat over the cautious creature, “it’s okay, I don’t bite”, Hoseok turned to the youngest brother, Moon, “key please”

He tossed Hoseok the key to unlock the shackles off of the leopard hybrid, he generously pet him and helped him walk towards the curtain, Dong handed Hoseok back the paper, “when will we get our money?”

“Two days from now, my butler will drop it off”, Hoseok started heading out for the door until something started to tingle in his body, “oh and I heard that last time someone tried to buy your hybrids, your people killed the person so if you try that, I had brought my assassin with me and to prove it”, Hoseok stomped his foot on the ground twice when suddenly a shot went through their window and hit the floor, making the brothers and Jimin jump, “that was just the warning sign, so unless you two don’t want to end up dead, I advise you stop while you are at it”

Hoseok walked out of the living room and down the hall with Jimin who was trying his best to walk, instead of letting him walk, he got on one knee and let Jimin get on his back, feeling Jimin’s dick on his back but that wasn’t the point. The butler looked bewildered as he looked at Hoseok carrying the hybrid on his back. Carefully, he walked to the car and sat in the backseat with Jimin, Taehyung was right behind him and entered the drivers seat. Quickly, Taehyung drove off and made the way back to Hoseok’s house.

“Taehyung, I’m going to need you to follow Jin monday to drop off the money to give to them, just in case”

“Understood”, Taehyung nodded

Hoseok turned to the scared hybrid next to him, “hey, hey, it’s okay, I promise I won’t hurt you. You’ll be reunited with Yoongi soon, I heard you two are best friends”

Jimin nodded, he held onto Hoseok’s jacket like his life depended on it.

“You can rest now, when you wake up, you’ll be experiencing freedom once we arrive at my house.”, he petted the feline once more, the feline nodded again and curled up on the backseat.

Hoseok felt so giddy and happy, he’s actually doing something with his life, he feels like a new chapter has opened in his life after feeling so useless. He honestly couldn’t wait until he had gotten home though, even thought the day had just started, he was so tired.

30 minutes flew by fast and Taehyung had dropped Hoseok and Jimin off at the house, Taehyung made sure everything was okay before driving off back to his home. Kicking the door woke up Jimin ,who was on his back again. The door quickly opened and the sight of Jungkook made him want to burst out laughing. His hair was a mess, sleeves rolled up and he looked drained.

“Oh thank god you’re here, he wouldn’t stop for a damn hour. It just kept coming out and I thought it would never end but it did 10 minutes ago. Right now, he’s eating the soup you told me to warm up in the dining room.”, Jungkook spoke fast, “I’ll be heading home now, I need to shower for like 2 hours, my arms are so god damn sore”, he walked past Hoseok, “I’ll see you Monday”, he mumbled as he went to his car.

Hoseok chuckled and walked in, kicking the door behind him closed. He walked to the dining room and saw Yoongi’s back to him, “hey Yoongi, guess who I brought?”

Yoongi turned around and basically flipped over the table with how fast he got up, “Jimin”.

Hoseok placed him in the chair across from Yoongi, “I have to call Namjoon for another check up and to take the papers, you both are officially mine except more free”, Hoseok reassured them, what he didn’t expect was Yoongi to come up to him and hug him, it shocked Hoseok but he calmly wrapped his arms around Yoongi, petting him, as much as Hoseok wanted to continue hugging him, he really had to make that call so he broke the hug. “Please give him soup for the meanwhile”, Yoongi nodded and went straight to Jimin.

He went upstairs to retrieve his phone and dialed Namjoon’s job’s phone number

“Hello, this is Dr. Kim, how may I–”

“Namjoon, get your ass over here, I got permission from both of the owners and I need you to run another test on another hybrid, he’s Yoongi’s best friend and I bought him too. So get your ass out that seat of yours.”

“I’ll be over in 20 minutes, is he eating anything?”

“Let me check”, Hoseok went down the stairs to check on the two felines, Yoongi sat on the table in front of Jimin with the bowl in his hand, he was feeding Jimin himself.

Jesus, why did they have to be so cute?

“Yes, Yoongi is feeding him right now. Just come now!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming, calm down!”

“So far he’s alright, he’s not as malnourished as Yoongi but be careful either way. He can eat things like sausages and eggs, but don’t just give him things like heavy meat or something that takes a while to digest. After today, you can start giving Yoongi some sausages and eggs, just take time. Give it a week or so and then build up”, Namjoon informed Hoseok while packing up his briefcase, “oh and he’s going to have to milked as well in 2-3 days. Panthers and Jaguars are in the the same family tree so they both get their heat around the same time and I’m guessing he wasn’t used well considering how he acted with the aphrodisiac, get the both of them sex toys”

“Yeah…I’m going to have to, huh?”, Hoseok rubbed the back of his neck, Namjoon just nodded before walking towards the door.

“The tests for Yoongi is going to come in 2 days, I just have to run the analysis for Jimin now”, Namjoon raised his hand, “see you” and left the house, Hoseok walked to lock the door. When he turned around, he saw Jimin rubbing against Yoongi and purred, Hoseok’s heart warmed up at the side.

“Jimin, are you able to take a shower or do you need me to help you?”, Hoseok walked up to the two felines, they looked so small

“I think I’m able to do it, thank you”, he sat up on the couch and purred, still having the aphrodisiac in his system, “can you just tell me where it is?”

“It’s down the hall by the staircase, first door on the left”, Jimin sweetly nodded and stood up, the jacket falling off of him, showing his naked body. Hoseok got flustered again and looked away until he felt someone’s arms wrapped around his torso…and something on his thigh, “thank you Mister Jung”

“P-Please just call me Hoseok”, he patted Jimin’s back before the silver haired Jaguar walked to the bathroom, “he’s very adorable”, Hoseok tried to make light conversation, Yoongi wasn't laughing so he just changed the subject, “can I ask a serious question?”

“Go ahead”, Yoongi stretched his arms out and yawned, slouching right back on the couch

“What is your and Jimin’s sexual preference? Cause I need to get you guys sex toys and all in case you need to like, milk yourself when I’m not here”, Hoseok awkwardly asked, didn’t feel any better when Yoongi tilted his head,”I’m only asking because Namjoon said that I have to get you guys some, n-not to seem weird or anything”, he reassured Yoongi

“Hybrids were made for any sexual preference so anything works unless it gets the job done, where it’s male or female, whether we have to cross dress or bondage up. But when we are on our heat, then that’s a different story”

“B-Bondage? Cross-”

“Yes”

“And what do you mean it’s different for heat?”

“Well, to shorten it, I need to have actual sex and ejaculate whether it’s inside or out”, Yoongi spoke straightforward as if this wasn’t a big deal

This was a very big deal.

Hoseok wasn’t just going to get some random person to have sex with the hybrids but he wasn’t sure if he could do it himself, it made his head hurt. It shouldn’t be considering that Hoseok prefers both genders but he wouldn’t just do it without feeling some sort of connection…

“I never knew that it was going to be this wild as a hybrid owner but it’s my job to take care of you two so…I’ll help”

“It’s not like you really had a choice, if you didn’t treat our heat, then we would die”

“what?”

“I’m just kidding”, Yoongi laughed, that’s the first time Hoseok actually seen him smile, he had such a perfect gummy smile, Hoseok would do anything to see that smile everyday, “no but thanks for getting Jimin here safely…and for Jungkook’s help”

“Yeah, you made his arms really sore”

“We have really high stamina”, Yoongi informed him, “you should do your research”

“I will”, Hoseok crossed his arms, “I’m gonna go check on Jimin, to make sure he’s okay. After him, make sure to wash up. I’ll bring you two some clothes”, Hoseok gave Yoongi an ‘okay?’ look, which Yoongi replied with a nod. He walked out of the living room and down the hall to the bathroom. He heard the shower running and was relieved that he knew how to work the shower. It’s when he heard Jimin release a pained sound that got him worried. Hoseok walked in the bathroom concerned, “are you- oh my, I’m sorry”. He should’ve realized that he was going to be naked in the first place.

“Can you help me? I didn’t know I’d actually need it, that needle really messed me up”, Jimin’s face was flushed pink, he was on the bathroom floor with his legs in the ‘W’ position. Hoseok scanned his body, the more he looked down, the more he felt something in him shift. Jimin’s tail wrapped around his leg and his ears were pointed on his head, he honestly looked too cute. He mentally slapped and cursed himself back to reality.

“How did this happen? Are you that sensitive?”, Hoseok rushed over to help Jimin, he carefully sat him in the bathtub and ran the water, putting lavender scented epsom salt body wash so bubbles could form and so that he can relax.

“Yes, that red thing is making me feel weird, and it’s also because…of them..due to the beating and..yeah”

“I understand, it’s okay now, you’re safe now”, Hoseok reassured him, “do you need me to wash you or do you feel more comfortable if Yoongi does it?”

“It doesn’t really matter”, Jimin shrugged

“Right”, Hoseok clapped his hands, “right..”

Hoseok grabbed a loofah from the bathroom closet and waited until the bath water came up more before continuing. After 2 minutes had passed, Hoseok lathered the loofah in the soapy water and carefully ran it over Jimin’s collarbone and chest. He coherently sighed at the touch, slightly purring. Hoseok took Jimin’s right arm and started to clean it, he noticed a faint bruise by his shoulder and just shook his head. He should’ve killed them. He did the same to Jimin’s left arm and found what seemed like fingerprint bruises wrapped around his forearm.

“Why did they do this to you?”, Hoseok was infuriated, something in him told him to go back to that house and kill them, with his own two hands.

“They thought I helped Yoongi escape so they beat me, and then proceeded to have sex with me right after. Mister Dong gripped my arms so that I wouldn’t fight back while Mister Moo gripped my waist and...went at it, saying that I wasn’t worthy and called me a slut. It’s not my fault that I was made for these purposes…”, Jimin spoke softly while looking at the bubbles in front of him, there was so much sadness in his eyes

“I’m sorry that you had to suffer through this, no hybrid deserves this”, Hoseok comforted him, he silently continued to wash Jimin down to his stomach but stopped his movements.

“Are you a virgin Mister Jung?”, the question baffled Hoseok

“Call me Hoseok and no, I’m not”, he furrowed his eyebrows

“Then why won’t you touch me?”, he asked innocently

“Because I want to make you are comfortable around me and plus, after what you told me, it doesn’t feel right to”

Jimin nodded and took the loofah from Hoseok hand, putting it under the water. He moaned softly at the touch, Hoseok knew it wasn’t intentional, the aphrodisiac would wear off in the next 4-5 hours so he just pet him until Jimin made sure he was clean. Hoseok proceeded to wash his back, hair and legs before helping him out the bathtub, grabbing the nearest towel and wrapping it around Jimin. He grabbed a smaller one and dried what he could from his hair.

“Stay here, I have to fetch you some clothes”, Hoseok left the bathroom and went upstairs to him room, grabbing a fresh new pair of underwear, white shirt and gray sweatpants with some slippers, “I need buy them some actual clothes”. He jogged back down the stairs and saw Yoongi just sitting down on the living room floor, his tail was thrashing around and his ears were pointed back. Something was wrong. Hoseok quickly went into the bathroom and gave Jimin the clothes, taking the wet towels and putting them in the laundry basket before giving Jimin some privacy. He went to see what was wrong with Yoongi, “are you okay?”

Yoongi shook his head no and Hoseok sat on the floor with him, “I made him get hurt”

“..How much did you hear?”, Hoseok asked in a low voice, audible for both of them to hear.

“Everything up to the virgin question. He got beat and practically raped because of me. Yet he was still so happy to see me, with a big smile on his face. You know what he said to me? He said ‘I missed you, thank you for being alive’. I was so happy to see him yet I can’t help but feel like complete and utter shit, he took the blame for something I completely did on my own. He should hate me right now, I should’ve taken his beating, he didn’t deserve it”, Yoongi looked up at Hoseok right in his eyes, tears threatened to fall out.

Hoseok didn’t know how to react, he didn’t like seeing people cry. His instinct made him bring Yoongi in for a hug, a heartfelt one. That’s when the tears actually fell out, he rubbed his back and ran his fingers through his hair, helping him calm down.

“What happened to Yoongi?”, Hoseok’s turned his head around to see Jimin look confused, the clothes on his were a size big on him and his hair was damp.

“Um..he’s..uh..”

“Nothing Jimin, I’m just really happy you’re here”, Yoongi wiped his tears and broke the hug from Hoseok, getting up from the floor to go hug Jimin, Hoseok heard Yoongi muffle an ‘I’m sorry’ into Jimin’s shoulder. The Jaguar hybrid just smiled and rubbed his back.

“It’s okay…”

They both decided to go to take a nap in the guest room, leaving Hoseok by himself on the living room floor. He smiled to himself and got up from the floor. He checked the time, it was 2:45pm. Hoseok had a busy few weeks ahead of him before he can stop worrying.

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Underneath the Pumpkin Glow

This is for the Fanfic Writer Exchange! I was paired with @nerdqueenofthepumpkins who listed a couple ships with Suga (and I was too indecisive to pick one, so I rote him with all of them, oops)

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“Suga-chan! You’re here!”

He turned at the familiar voice, already smiling as Oikawa sidestepped around the clusters of people between them, waving and grinning. In the bright kitchen lights, he could see all the details Oikawa had put into his costume - though he’d seen a good deal with Oikawa sending him pictures and asking how things looked. That had been a good and bad thing, but now, with Oikawa fully dressed before him, it was definitely worse. He looked beautiful, with his hair slicked back and dressed in a sharp, mint-green suit, a black shirt underneath. Rather than go for the body paint route, he’d put on some stunning makeup, with bold, winged eyeliner with sweeps of glittering green and gold on his eyelids, clouds of a dozen different shades of green on his cheeks, white stars painted within them.

I wish he’d worn the alien bodysuit. At least then he would’ve looked stupid. But no, he had to wear this.

Suga scrubbed his hands against his cargo shorts, smiling shyly as Oikawa stopped before him, white teeth flashing. He smelled good, a soft, almost sugary scent, and Suga had to catch himself before he leaned in, buried his face into Oikawa’s neck to breathe it in. He just focused on that sweet smile, on those deep brown eyes surrounded by glimmering greens and golds. So close, Suga could see the faint dab of sky blue at the inner corner of his eyes.

“You’re late,” Oikawa teased as he tapped Suga’s snapback with a slender finger, “But nice costume, skater boy. Where’d you even get all this stuff?”

Suga brushed Oikawa’s hand away with a huff. “Who says I didn’t own this all before?”

Oikawa raised an eyebrow- how had he sculpted them so perfectly? Bastard. “You? Sugawara Koushi, man of pastel sweaters so soft they shouldn’t be legal? Who, last I saw, couldn’t ride a skateboard without eating asphalt? Who-”

“Oh, shut up!” He smacked Oikawa’s arm, but his friend only grinned as he leaned even closer. He smelled good, dizzyingly so, and Suga’s hand twitched up. He nearly dropped the skateboard, nearly twisted his fingers into Oikawa’s lapels and dragged him in, but he dropped them back, shook his head. “Fine, I got them from Ryuu. The skateboard is Yuu’s old one.”

Having them both dress him, throwing a dozen different combinations at him before they’d finally planted him in front of the mirror in a black tank top with a golden skull, loose black pants with a ridiculously low crotch, and matching black snapback had been a fiasco, but it paid off. Especially with Oikawa’s eyes roaming along him, all too blatantly following the path of his collarbones, down his arms, to where the arm holes gaped open enough that his ribs flashed with every shift of his arms.

It made him feel good - not necessarily comfortable about the clothes, but it was enough to keep those eyes on him, to make him the object of Oikawa’s attention and show more than he usually did. Anything goes for Halloween. Clothes, drinks, and even, with a bold warmth in his chest, inhibitions.

Suga grinned, reached up and slipped a hand through Oikawa’s hair. He could feel the gel under his fingers, could watch the way Oikawa’s eyes fluttered further open, lips parting. Suga swallowed against the nervous twist of his stomach, and he leaned in, pressed a chaste kiss to Oikawa’s cheek. “Thanks for inviting me,” he nearly sang when he leaned back, watching how pink filled Oikawa’s cheeks startlingly quickly.

He recovered almost instantly though, swift and smooth as ever, with an easy but genuine smile to go with it. “Of course I would. I adore you, Kou-chan. And you’d all kill me if I didn’t, let’s be real.”

Suga whipped his snapback off and smacked Oikawa with it, smirking as Oikawa shrieked and ducked - and, hopefully, completely missed the way Suga’s cheeks flushed bright red. You’re going to kill me, talking like that. You all are. But he couldn’t resist it, loved it when those smiles were on him, so varied, even just from Oikawa, all for him. All because of him. It was intoxicating, breathtaking.

He relished in it, and he certainly loved how Oikawa straightened up, those bright brown eyes only on him as Oikawa shook his head in wonder. Even more when Oikawa’s fingers came up and skimmed Suga’s cheek as Oikawa leaned in. With those fingers under his chin, drawing him in, it was impossible to resist that soft smile, warmth in his touch. Suga pecked Oikawa on the lips, closed his eyes as Oikawa thumbed his cheeks.

Warm breath ghosted across his face. Oikawa’s lips pressed on his nose, his cheeks, leaving sparks and warmth in every press. He was giggling and smiling like a fool, squirming as Oikawa peppered his face with kisses that made his chest fluttery. He turned his face, let Oikawa kiss what seemed like every inch of his face before Oikawa pulled back, cheeks still pink, smiling softly.

Suga raised his hand, brushed his fingers across the back of Oikawa’s hand. He smirked. “You’re so gay.”

Oikawa snorted, pinched Suga’s cheek and pulled it out, almost painful. “Well, considering you’re the one with all the boyfriends-”

“Shh.” Suga flapped his hands at Oikawa, “I can’t resist. You’re all so handsome.”

“Damn right we are.” Suga laughed, pulled at the fingers pinching his cheek, tugged down on Oikawa’s hand as he rose up, pressed a quick kiss to Oikawa’s mouth. “I’m gonna walk around, see everyone.”

Oikawa nodded rapidly, throat working, but no words coming out.

Suga had to bite back a giggle as he backed away, wiggling his fingers until the crowd swallowed him up, a darkness broken by flashing lights sweeping him up. It was crowded, but he was grinning in the heated, sweaty air as he wormed his way through. Familiar faces from the campus swam in and out of the lights, some easier to recognize beneath the layers of face paint or makeup or the occasional prosthetic.

Yachi and Shimizu were swaying together near the edge, Yachi’s fairy wings glittering beneath the strobing lights, Shimizu haunting in her long, sheer black dress, witch hat adorned with purple fairy lights. A little further in, he had to skirt around a couple it took a little too long to place, Akaashi in a very revealing police uniform, their hat clutched in Bokuto’s hand as he kissed them hard, probably smearing his zombie face paint on their face.

Others milled around - Hinata in a ghost outfit, Daichi as a low-budget mummy with toilet paper wrapped around him from head to toe, and Kenma as a calico cat, complete with fluffy ears and a tail. At the music booth, Tsukishima stood with one hand on his headphones, or maybe touching the Frankenstein bolts in his forehead, eyes focused on the computer and sound board before him, fingers hovering overtop the flickering colors. Beside him, Yamaguchi stood over the light panel, grinning as he worked the equipment with a finesse Suga could only stop and marvel at for a beat too long, even more impressive with the chunky hero’s gloves he wore, something from that new hero anime.

Suga turned - ran straight into a chest and he stuttered back a step as a warm hand curled around his elbow. Gold eyes swam close, lips pulled back in a brilliant grin as Kuroo pulled back, shaking his head. “You oughtta watch where you’re going, little crow.”

Suga snorted and poked Kuroo in the cheek, pushed him a little further back, urging the heat in his cheeks to die away, for his heart to slow. First Oikawa, now Kuroo - his heart wasn’t built to take so many handsome men in one go. Especially with Kuroo in what looked like a lab coat that had been burned on the cuffs and bottom, hanging open to reveal a mostly unbuttoned shirt and a tattered tank top beneath.

Through the layers rips and tears, Suga could see Kuroo’s stomach and chest, lights playing across the tattoos there. He’d followed them once or twice, tracing the black silhouette of the cat on his hip, the trails of flowers over the scars on his chest, fascinated. He wanted to do it again, wanted to slip his hands beneath Kuroo’s shirt and feel the shifting of his muscles, follow those inked lines once more.

Not now. Definitely not now.

He bit his tongue, dragged his eyes back up to Kuroo. Those golden eyes were still on him, the playful glint in them almost dangerous as Kuroo raised a beaker filled with a violent blue liquid, topped off with a cork. “Want some? It’s sprite and vodka with some blue food coloring.”

Suga’s nose crinkled and he flicked it. “Did you steal that from the lab?”

“Professor Takeda won’t know until tomorrow, and by then it’ll be back in it’s place.”

“Unless you break it or get so hungover you forget.”

Kuroo grimaced, morphed into a sheepish smile. “At least he likes me.”

It’s hard not to. With that twisted smile, those bright eyes, and that wild hair - Kuroo was totally different from Oikawa, but that didn’t mean that he was any less intoxicating to be around. Enough that, when Kuroo draped an arm over Suga’s shoulders and drew him close, he let himself be reeled in, tucked into Kuroo’s side. He smelled good, musky, alcohol already on his breath, but he was upright and grinning as he bumped Suga with his hip.

“Give me a dance?”

“Can you dance with that beaker?”

“Can you dance with that skateboard?”

“... Fair point.”

Kuroo rolled his eyes, but, with his arm around Suga, he guided them both through the crowd, over to Kenma, who leaned against a window, Hinata bouncing by his side. “Kenma!”

The blond glanced over, one eyebrow already raised. He held out his hand, and Kuroo plopped the beaker into his open palm and, when Suga offered it, passed the skateboard off as well. “Thanks, Kenma!”

“I hate you, Kuro.”

Kuroo blew Kenma a kiss before he spun around, barely giving Suga time to wave at his friends before the crowd swallowed them once more. Bodies undulated to the beat, to the flashing lights above, the scent of sweat and alcohol in the air. Black lights flickering from above made things glow, lips and eyes and designs standing out in stark contrast to their skin. And Kuroo, beneath the black lights, beneath the flashes of green and purple and blue and a dozen other colors, looked positively wild, teeth and eyes Cheshire-like. His hands found Suga between the heavy beats that rocked his body, pulled him close and closer still until they were almost chest to chest in the crowd.

The song shifted, dropping the heavy bass for something brighter, quicker, and Kuroo grinned as he started to move. Kuroo was anything but a graceful dancer, but he’d never tried to pelvic thrust his way through Suga, and this time was no different. Instead, he spun around, pretending to hold a microphone and horrifically lip-syncing to the lyrics as he swayed his hips. He waggled his eyebrows, encouraging, and Suga snorted, shook his head as he started to move too.

Kuroo grinned, goofy and beautiful, and Suga had to close his eyes, let the lights flash and break the darkness, his heart thumping to the quick beat. He swayed, rolling his hips and body, hands working along his sides, his chest, putting on a show for those eyes he could feel on him, delightfully heavy.

Sure enough, when he let his eyes open, Kuroo was watching him, smiling dopily, his movements down to mere swaying as he watched. Keeping his distance until Suga beckoned him over.

The control tasted sweet on his tongue and he relished in it, savored the sweet taste and the way it made his chest bubble a little too much as he dropped his head back, exposing his neck. One hand rose, pulled his snapback away to rake through his hair, and the other slid along his thigh, clutching the excess fabric as he dropped to the beat, ass brushing the ground for a moment. Kuroo’s grin turned feral and he watched, eyes sharp, as Suga rocked his way up, hips moving, head bobbing from side to side.

Their eyes met.

He curled his fingers.

That was all the encouragement Kuroo needed to step in, standing over Suga so far that he had to crane his head back, smiling. His hands were hot on Suga, one pushing his tank top up to thumb at the skin on his hip, the other on his shoulder, squeezing gently. It was hard to focus, the subtle smell of cologne in his nose, the twitching and tightening of those fingers, the way Kuroo’s lips moved, smile widening. “Can the pretty little skater boy give the mad scientist a kiss?”

Suga bumped their foreheads together, and Kuroo whined, a tiny, pathetic sound nearly lost in the heavy bass all around them. Definitely lost when Suga grabbed hold of Kuroo’s lapel with one hand as the other slipped up, curled into that wild, coarse hair, and pulled him in. A surprised inhale washed across his face, warm, smelling of lime, and Suga grinned into it as he tipped his head to the side, keeping the kiss soft, though he lingered on and on, until his lungs were burning and he was grinning so hard his cheeks ached. He pulled back, fingers loosening in Kuroo’s hair.

His boyfriend looked dazed, smiling brightly as he leaned in for another, and another still. After the fourth, Suga pressed his fingertips to Kuroo’s chest, giggling as he pulled back and shook his head. “So clingy, Kuroo.”

“It’s ‘cause you’re beautiful, Koushi,” Kuroo huffed, hugged Suga closer. His nose rubbed along Suga’s neck, weight heavy on him, a pleasant reminder that lasted for a moment before Kuroo pulled back, patted Suga’s arm with the sweetest of smiles. “Go find the others. Semi’s looking beautiful tonight.”

Suga flushed, ducked to hide his head as Kuroo’s wild laughter rose over the steadily thumping music. “Asshole,” Suga grumbled, but warmth was rampant in his chest, and he still rose up onto his tiptoes and pecked Kuroo on the chin before he stepped back, those arms slipping away from him to let the crowd of dancers fill the space between them.

He made it all of two steps before he nearly steamrolled someone in a bodysuit that glowed beneath the black lights, glowing white lines on their cheeks. “Shirabu?”

The person turned fully, snorting when they realized who it was. “You’re too clumsy off the court,” Shirabu said flatly, a smirk chasing the words a second later.

“And you’re an asshole no matter what,” Suga shot back.

Shirabu’s eyes glittered, flicking between black and amber as the lights flashed overhead, colors playing across his face. And the hand that appeared on his shoulder a moment later. Ushijima stood over him, face painted like Frankenstein’s monster, but otherwise in normal clothing. “Did Shirabu talk you into the face paint?”

“Satori told me I had to wear some sort of costume to the party. This was his idea.” Suga followed the finger Ushijima pointed past him to Tendou, who thrashed on the dancefloor, bony arms flying everywhere, his Frankenstein’s Bride wig still on through what seemed to be sheer force of will. Suga chuckled and shook his head.

“He’s a mess, but he’s our mess,” Shirabu sighed.

“Oh, so you’re admitting it now?”

Shirabu leveled a glare at Suga before he huffed, turned into Ushijima with a roll of his eyes. Those long arms and heavy hands settled around him, almost big enough to swallow the sharp shoulder blades that poked out in his bodysuit. Shirabu glanced back. “Eita’s on the porch. They said they ‘got too hot’.” Suga straightened up, uncaring of the satisfied grin that curled Shirabu’s lips. “Very Pavlov of you. Go on.”

Suga flipped Shirabu off, got a middle finger tipped in a glowing nail in return, and melted back into the crowd. Figuring out which part of outside was difficult. The front porch only had some of the girls from the volleyball team who all chirped hellos at him and a handful of people from the soccer team clustered by the jack-o-lanterns that lined the steps. The back yard, occupied by two blow-up kiddie pools, fairy lights in fake cobwebs filled with spiders strung between tiki torches, and far too many people, was a bust too.

But, on the third door that led to a small corner porch tucked into the side of the house, was success. In the orange lights from the paper lanterns shaped like pumpkins, he could see Semi was seated on a swing beside Kageyama, their hands linked between them, Semi holding a bottle of water to their neck. Suga shut the door carefully, and two pairs of eyes snapped over. Two smiles, one thinner and weaker than the other.

“Hey there,” Semi said softly.

Kageyama raised his hand, wiggled his fingers - thankfully not splattered with fake blood, unlike the rest of his outfit, a doctor’s scrubs where something had clearly gone wrong.

Suga crouched down in front of them, set his hand on their interlocked ones. Semi’s fingers twitched against his. Clammy and cool. Almost ironic with deep blue coat they wore, a black sash around their waist, black pants, and white-tipped gray fur around their neck. A white crown was nestled in their hair, and, all over, they’d sewn silver and blue snowflakes of different sizes into their costume.

“Too hot, huh?”

Semi grimaced. “Too many people.”

Suga nodded, squeezed their hands. They looked a little pale, even beneath the foundation and blue tinged makeup on their face. Kageyama looked well at least, though there was a deep crease in his brow, and it looked like he’d picked at the hole in his sleeve until it gaped open, bitten at his fingers until the skin was red and frayed.

Suga bit his lip, glanced at the door, then Semi. “You have your medication?”

“Already took it.” Semi dragged their hand through their hair with a grimace. “Sorry. I know this is a pain.”

Suga flicked them on the knee. “You’re never a pain, dork.”

Semi stuck their tongue out. Kageyama caught it between his fingers, pinched it. Semi grunted, pulled their hand away so they could slap at him until he released their tongue. “You’re right,” they said, eyes narrowed at Kageyama, “Tobio is the pain, always grabbing my tongue like an asshole.”

“Would you rather have a kiss?” Suga teased.

Semi’s white-coated eyebrows rose. A smile appeared, slow and shy. They dug their heels into the concrete beneath them, pulled themself closer to Suga. He met Semi halfway, beaming as he pecked them on the nose, curled his fingers into their silky hair. They laughed, a soft puff of breath against his face, and then he closed the rest of the distance, fully kissed them beneath the ghosts fluttering from the bar above them. Semi’s mouth twitched, a hand curling into Suga’s shirt as Semi leaned closer, pulled him in.

And Suga just grinned, pressed a second kiss to their lips, then a third before they pulled apart. Semi’s smile was sweet, shy, and Suga curled his fingers in their hair. “You’re doing great, Eita.”

Their lips crinkled, but they didn’t protest. Just stayed silent and let their eyes flutter as they pushed their head into Suga’s hand, relishing the way he worked his fingers through their hair. With them quiet, slowly relaxing, Suga turned to Kageyama. Those gray-blue eyes were focused on Semi, but they shifted over, settled on him.

“Were you with them the whole time?”

“They texted me. I couldn’t find them at first.”

“In his defense,” Semi said softly, “I wasn’t entirely clear about where I was. I wasn’t seeing clearly.”

“It was… interesting. I couldn’t quite tell what some of the words were supposed to be saying.”

Suga snorted, rocked forward onto his knee. He curled his fingers beneath Kageyama’s cheek, lulled him forward to press a quick kiss to his lips. “Thank you, Tobio,” he said softly.

Kageyama merely stared at him, mouth not quite working as it formed around words. In the near-dark, it was difficult to see, but Suga was certain that his cheeks had flushed darker. As the newest to his little arrangement, and the youngest, Kageyama hadn’t quite grown accustomed to the shows of affection, let alone in public areas. And that makes him so much cuter.

Suga hummed to himself, just for a second, before he turned back to Semi, tugged on their hair to make their eyes flicker open. “Can I text the others? They can bring you something to drink and eat if you want, or just talk.”

Semi nodded, and Suga fired off a text, one that Kuroo and Oikawa responded to almost instantly. They both appeared together, Kuroo cradling several water bottles, Oikawa with his arms filled with Halloween snacks that he dumped on the ground beside Suga, bat-shaped brownies and cookies iced like pumpkins and candy spilling on the concrete, cellophane wrappers crinkling.

Suga snorted, but he pulled a brownie from the pile, passed it up to Semi, who unwrapped it and bit off a wing as they inspected the other two. “If I didn’t know better,” they teased, “I’d say you were trying to impress someone.”

Oikawa wiggled his eyebrows, glitter catching what little light surrounded them. “What can I say, Eita-chan? I have to make Kou-chan fall in love with me!”

“I’m pretty sure he’s already there,” Kuroo shot back, “Just with three others too.”

He was smug, no doubt about it, but Oikawa and the others didn’t take offense. They just gave their own little smiles, Kuroo’s wide enough for his dimples to make an appearance, Oikawa’s showing off a canine with a small gem embedded, Semi’s eyes crinkling, Kageyama’s lips just barely twitching. All so different, and so very beautiful, especially beneath the soft orange glow of the pumpkins overhead, the faint sound and thump of music drifting through the cool night air.

Suga sank back, reached out. Kageyama took one hand, almost reverent as he pulled it close, settled it onto his lap, his fingers automatically finding the flesh of Suga’s palm and gently kneading in.

Oikawa took the other, and he laced their fingers together, his hand so warm against Suga’s, so familiar in how his fingers settled between the fine bones beneath his skin.

“You’re not wrong,” Suga said softly underneath the pumpkin glow, “Not wrong at all.”

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Kuroo clucked his tongue, his cat-like eyes sweeping across each cage he passed by. He pressed his hands deeper into his pockets as he stopped in front of a cage. He couldn’t help but tug the side of his mouth into a lopsided smirk. His cobalt eyes gazed down a near-naked form that was huddled in the back corner of the cage. The figure looked up, capturing Kuroo’s gaze with a roughened, slightly hardened look. The male shifted, making Kuroo note how thin he was. The short, black hair of the male framed his pale, white face. “I want this one,” Kuroo suddenly demanded, turning slightly to the side to catch the attention of a man standing idly not too far away. He glanced at the caged male after seeing him jolt. The worker walked over, taking a quick, non-committal glance at the person that Kuroo motioned towards. “Him?” he asked, rubbing his chin. “That one isn’t cheap.” “I’ll pay whatever price,” Kuroo promptly responded, grinning slyly as he turned to face the shivering male. Kageyama only had a few minutes to collect himself before a pair of men roughly threw open the door to his cage, stepping in to grab Kageyama by his arms. He began to put up a struggle, but the men were undeniably stronger. His vision blackened after a strip of cloth was placed over his eyes. The men whispered something, and suddenly Kageyama’s mouth and nose were covered. He let out muffled shouts, only remembering a sickly sweet smell before losing consciousness. Kageyama awoke, feeling warmth enveloping him. He stirred more, his eyes beginning to open, allowing light to filter through his pupils. Realization suddenly dawned on him, and he jerked forward only to find his head pulled back down. Panic filled his veins, and his breaths came out in short pants. His muscles tensed and he carefully reached up to finger his neck, only to find a leather collar. Eyes wide, Kageyama finally took in his surroundings. He seemed to be in the middle of a nest of blankets in the center of a large room. A bed stood off to the side. Carefully, Kageyama moved to sit on his knees, causing a rattling sound to echo in his ears. What? His fingers found purchase on cold metal, and his brows couldn’t help but furrow together. He shifted once again, his eyes following the chain to a post at the edge of the pile of blankets. What the fuck? As Kageyama set forth to try and rid himself of the collar around his neck, the door swung open and Kuroo casually waltzed in. Kageyama froze, his hands still at his collar as he stared at the taller male cautiously. In turn, Kuroo eyed Kageyama as he reached up to loosen his tie. “You’re awake,” Kuroo commented, staying near the door. Kageyama remained silent, clenching the blanket beneath his hands, and found himself internally glad that he was at least clothed. He wore a pair of black shorts and a white box-cut top that swallowed his thin figure. Kuroo clucked his tongue and slowly began approaching Kageyama. The raven-haired male immediately tensed, anger pooling in his stomach. He hated this world. He hated being born for the purpose of being a “pet” for another human being. He hated this concept, and like hell was he ever going to let this man have his way with him. Kuroo stopped short in front of the sitting male, and he knelt down so that they were at eye level. “Do you have a name?” Kuroo asked, never letting his gaze falter. Averting his eyes, Kageyama turned away. He couldn't help but be intimidated by the man in front of him. Suddenly, his neck was yanked forward, causing him to glare daggers at Kuroo in order to hide the tears filling the corners of his eyes from the stinging pain. “Hmm, I’ll name you Mr. GrumpyPants,” Kuroo announced jokingly, the chain still in his hand. He watched the male in front of him glower. Cute. “Unless you have a name you would prefer me to call you by?” Kageyama bit the inside of his cheek. “Kageyama,” he muttered. “Kageyama Tobio,” he bit out, well aware of how disrespectful he sounded. Kuroo tugged a little on the chain, causing Kageyama to wince. “Well, Kageyama, I own you now,” he stated, smirking devilishly. “Please refer to me as ‘Master’ or ‘Kuroo-sama.’” His eyes closed as he tilted his head to smile at Kageyama. A sick feeling formed in his chest, and Kageyama was half-minded to spit in Kuroo’s face. He held his tongue as Kuroo stood up, walking over to the post to unchain him. Once Kuroo had the chain freely in his hand, he beckoned for Kageyama to stand up and follow him. “I’m hosting a dinner party tonight,” Kuroo started, giving a sideways glance at Kageyama. “And you’re the special guest.” Kageyama sat uncomfortably, doing his best to keep his hands from covering his face or rolling himself into a ball. Kuroo had specifically threatened – told him that he was forbidden from covering his face or he would be “punished.” Yet, it was damn embarrassing to be put on display in front of the guests on an elevated platform while being chained to yet another post. He knew his face was beyond red, and all he could do was sit awkwardly and avert his gaze from the people in front of him. Suga cut a piece of his steak and speared it on his fork. “Isn’t this unnecessary?” he asked casually, looking at Kuroo before briefly glancing at Kageyama. Kuroo laughed. “You guys said that you wanted to see him, though!” He picked up his glass to take a sip of wine. Daichi smiled at Suga sympathetically before patting him on the shoulder. “You should bring him, err-“ “Kageyama Tobio,” Kuroo filled in, knowing that his guests hadn’t exactly memorized his pet’s name yet. “Yes, sorry,” Daichi apologized. “You should bring Kageyama over to meet Hinata sometime. I’m sure they would get along,” he suggested, attempting to steer the conversation from potentially treacherous waters. “Hmm, yeah, they could put on a show for us,” Oikawa commented, eyes narrowing in amusement. Kuroo waved his hand. “I haven’t trained him yet,” he stated, eyeing Kageyama as talked. “He’d be boring to watch.” Kageyama scowled at the insult, though he knew little of what they were talking about. Bokuto let out a loud whine. “Akaashi~, why don’t we get a pet too?” he asked, turning to plead to a pretty, black-haired male next to him. “No,” Akaashi answered curtly, causing the others at the table to snicker. “Ehhh!?” Bokuto cried out, his eyes automatically tearing up. “Please, Akaashi!” Akaashi sighed before turning to Bokuto. “Bokuto, you’re too rough. You would kill the pet when you train it.” Bokuto perked up at Akaashi’s explanation before quickly smiling. He leaned closer to Akaashi before saying. “Are you saying you’re the only one who can handle me, or are you just jealous?” Akaashi merely returned Bokuto’s jeer with a glare. He promptly turned back to his food before loudly stating, “No sex for you tonight.” Suga couldn’t help but chuckle, seeing Bokuto deflate and turn to start picking at the food on his plate. Oikawa eyed Iwaizumi from the corner of his eyes, noticing that the other was busy eating. “Hey, Kuroo, do you mind if I feed Tobio-chan? He looks famished,” Oikawa pointed out. Iwaizumi shot the brunette a tempered look. He jabbed Oikawa’s side before saying, “We have two pets, Asskawa. Don’t pick on one that isn’t yours.” “Bu-“ “Shut up,” Iwaizumi interjected. “I already know what that look on your face means.” Kuroo pushed back his chair before standing up. “Oikawa is right,” Kuroo hummed mischievously. He picked up his plate and walked around to where Kageyama sat. “I should feed him,” he finished, reaching out to pull on the chain connected to Kageyama’s collar. Kageyama resisted slightly as Kuroo pulled on the chain. He gritted his teeth and tensed when Kuroo reached out to stroke his cheek. Kuroo’s hand was warm, but his expression was frightening. “Now, now,” Kuroo cooed, moving his hand to lightly grip Kageyama’s chin. “Be a good little boy and eat some food, okay?” The group at the table fell silent, waiting to see what Kageyama’s reaction would be. “Don't be too rough with him,” Suga warned, keeping a stern expression. He and Daichi had always treasured their pet, Hinata, and were quick to condone pet abuse. Daichi placed a hand gently on Suga’s thigh, giving him a squeeze. The silver-haired male simply huffed and looked away. Kuroo picked up a glob of mashed potatoes on his finger, using his hand that was on Kageyama’s chin to prompt the male’s mouth open. Kageyama gritted his teeth. This was too humiliating. Jerking his head away, Kageyama managed to escape from Kuroo’s grasp. He didn’t even need to look to sense the disdain radiating off from Kuroo. Before Kuroo could roughly pull on Kageyama’s chain, however, Suga stood up and crept towards the platform. “See, he doesn’t like it rough,” Suga commented, his eyes warm as he connected gazes with Kageyama. Kuroo watched Kageyama shrink away from the silver-haired male. His mouth thinned into a grimace as Suga stepped up closer to Kageyama. “He’ll learn soon enough,” Kuroo countered, letting a hand rest on his hip. “I just got him after all.” Suga gently reached out with both hands before grasping the sides of Kageyama’s head, to the raven-head’s dismay. “Look, he’s scared,” Suga murmured, softly stroking Kageyam’s cheeks. He allowed himself to smirk slightly upon seeing a flush of red blossom on the boy’s pale cheeks. Suga reached over to Kuroo’s plate and picked up a single pea. Kageyama attempted to pull away, but Suga’s free hand wrapped around the back of his head, preventing him from doing so. He kept his mouth shut. Is this what these people found enjoyable? Smiling, Suga held up the pea for Kageyama. “This is your treat, Kageyama,” Suga informed, keeping his voice light and friendly. His eyes suddenly narrowed. “You’ll get this if you properly please your master.” He watched Kageyama attempt to squirm away and as Kuroo huffed while crossing his arms. “Shall I teach you?” This man was terrifying. He certainly didn’t come off as it, like Kuroo did, but there was something inherently telling Kageyama to not trust this man. However, he was too afraid to say “no” or even shake his head. “Good boy,” Suga whispered, leaning closer to Kageyama. Daichi watched with mild interest, already used to Suga’s scary switch that turned on in various situations. Both Iwaizumi and Oikawa seemed shocked at the usually docile male’s actions, and Bokuto was raptured by the interaction. Akaashi could only roll his eyes at the scene, devising ways to tell Bokuto that no, this does not mean getting a pet would be fun. Though he had to admit that Kuroo got his hands on quite a cute one. Suga took the pea and pressed it into the corner of Kageyama’s mouth, feeling the male tense beneath his hands. He stared into dark blue orbs as he rolled the pea from one end of Kageyama’s mouth to the center. Using his thumb, he pressed the pea in between the lips, slightly annoyed when he was met with resistance. “Open up, Kageyama,” Suga quietly commanded. Panic filled Kageyama, and he quickly debated whether or not he should obey. He felt Suga’s thumb press harder on his mouth, and he dared a sideways glance at Kuroo, who seemed to be silently beckoning him to listen to Suga. Slowly, Kageyama loosened his jaws. He saw Suga smile before feeling his thumb push in the pea. Kageyama had assumed that Suga would pull away, but his thumb followed the pea. He struggled, feeling Suga’s thumb massage his tongue and mash the pea against his teeth. “Don’t bite me,” Suga warned, quite content in making a mess of Kageyama’s mouth. “Or I’ll punish you,” a voice purred in his ear. Suga looked up to see Kuroo leaning behind Kageyama. He smiled and looked back down to Kageyama. “Don't displease your master, Kageyama.” Kageyama did his best to muster a glare, but Suga pressed painfully down on his tongue. He looked past Suga’s shoulders to see the stares of the other guests. He wanted to die. This was too much. “Suck.” Kageyama looked back to Suga, who was staring down at him expectantly. He could feel himself trembling as he applied pressure to the thumb in his mouth. If he obeyed, than this would be over quicker, right? Suga pulled out his thumb with a pop, looking very satisfied. Using his clean hand, he rubbed away the tears that had escaped Kageyama’s eyes. “That’s right,” Suga said. “You did great.” “Yes, very good,” Kuroo added, placing a comforting hand on Kageyama’s shoulders. Kageyama swallowed nervously, feeling the mushy pea flow down his esophagus. He had no idea that tears were collecting in his eyes. He flinched when Suga reached out to pat his head. “Hey, let me teach him too.” Kageyama had little time to react before a hand wrapped around his waist, pulling him towards a familiar brunette. The chain attached to his collar rattled, and he felt it pull taut. He recognized the man as the one who started this whole, “Let’s feed Kageyama” thing. Oikawa smiled as he hovered over the smaller male. There was a piece of meat between his teeth. Staring up in confusion, Kageyama watched as Oikawa cheerfully pointed at the piece of meat before he leaned in closer. Kageyama flushed and tried to pull away, but Oikawa had a strong hold on him. “Tooru,” Kuroo growled, obvious in his distaste for what was going on. Oikawa merely winked before leaning even closer to Kageyama. Kageyama pushed against Oikawa’s chest. He didn’t like this. He had enough. This was too much. He closed his eyes, refusing to see Oikawa’s glare and the disappointment that was apparent on his face. “K-Kuroo!” Kageyama choked out. Kageyama gasped, feeling himself being torn away from Oikawa’s grasp. “Enough.” Oikawa pulled the rest of the meat into his mouth and nonchalantly threw up his hands. “Ah, sorry,” he apologized. “I got carried away.” “You stupid idiot,” Iwaizumi scolded from the table. “I told you that he’s not your pet.” Oikawa pouted. “But Refreshing-kun did it!” Iwaizumi shot the brunette another glare as Suga returned to his seat next to Daichi. “Did you have fun?” Daichi asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Suga nodded in response. Kageyama found his face buried in Kuroo’s chest. He noticed that the other male smelled of mint as if he had just come out of the shower. In all honesty, he’d rather not be cuddled up next to Kuroo, but as of right now, he had little choice. Kageyama couldn’t help but relax a little, though, as Kuroo stroked a hand through his hair, allowing his fingernails to gently scrape against his scalp. Akaashi stood up, tugging Bokuto with him. “We have an appointment tomorrow morning with a client,” he explained while turning to Kuroo. “Thanks for inviting us, and for…the entertainment.” Kuroo couldn’t help but grin and wave as the duo left. The other four were just as quick to take their leave, with Oikawa suggesting that Kuroo let “Tobio-chan” over to play sometime. At that, Kuroo couldn’t help but tell the flirtatious brunette to “fuck off.” Oikawa seemed too interested in his pet. Kuroo looked down to see that Kageyama had fallen asleep on him. He reached out and gently stroked the side of Kageyama’s cheek with the back of his hand, noting that the skin was very pale. Sighing, he picked up the smaller male, holding him against his chest as he left the dining room. Kageyama awoke to the familiar feeling of once again being enveloped in comforting warmness as well as the sound of people talking and laughing. He suddenly froze and jolted awake, pivoting forward blindly. A pair of arms circled around him, pulling him back into the warmth and his body switched to the “flight” mode and he squirmed and shouted, trying to break away from whatever was grabbing him. “Shhhh, Kageyama!” a familiar voice whispered. Kageyama couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing, and he felt the arms around him tighten while a hand was rubbing comforting circles on his side. He was abruptly turned around and came face to face with Kuroo, who caressed both sides of Kageyama’s face. “It’s just me,” he said slowly. Kuroo waited until the wild look in Kageyama’s eyes dissipated before letting his hands drop to Kageyama’s waist. “Sorry, you fell asleep so I brought you back to the room.” Kageyama stared hard at Kuroo before finally nodding. He was still unused to being treated nicely, though he questioned every single “nice” act that Kuroo committed. Kuroo gently turned him back around, noticing that the smaller male was strangely compliant to his physical touches. He reached over to his bedside table and picked up a tray before setting it in Kageyama’s lap. “I know you didn’t get to eat, so I saved you some food,” Kuroo explained after seeing Kageyama’s confused look. “Relax. I won’t do anything. Training is over.” For now. Picking up a spoon, Kageyama slowly dug into his food, allowing himself to recline a bit against Kuroo’s chest. Kuroo let his arms fall to his sides, and he sat propped up against the bed’s headboard, giving himself a comfortable position to watch the TV. It wasn’t long before Kageyama finished the food, after all, he had very little to eat at the facility and had only eaten a pea since coming to Kuroo’s. He shifted, and attempted to put the tray back on to the table, but Kuroo grabbed the tray from him. Making sure that Kageyama was looking at him, he hummed, “Let me.” Kageyama let go, reluctantly, and watched Kuroo set the tray down. “Come here,” Kuroo commanded, still relaxed against the headboard. Kageyama quirked a brow. “I’m already here.” Kuroo grinned. He’s too cute. “No, come closer, Kageyama,” Kuroo murmured, opening his arms slightly in a welcoming gesture. Kageyama crept closer to Kuroo, only half-surprised when the taller male swept him up in his arms. He settled against Kuroo’s chest, hands doing all they could to ensure that there was at least minimal space between them. He allowed Kuroo to stare at him for a few moments before asking, “Where’s the chain?” That was one of the first things that Kageyama had noticed while he was eating. Although the chain was gone, he still sported the leather collar. “I took it off so you could sleep,” Kuroo answered. He fingered the hem of Kageyama’s top before tugging him closer. “I could put it back on if that’s what you really want.” Kageyama looked away in disgust and pushed against Kuroo’s chest. Kuroo’s face turned serious as he asked, “Did you like what Suga did to you?” “Who?” Kageyama questioned, tilting his head. Gah, this kid. “The guy with the silver hair,” Kuroo clarified, moving his hands to rest on Kageyama’s hips. His thumbs rubbed circles over the bone, causing Kageyama to shudder uncomfortably. “Did you enjoy letting him feed you?” Kageyama’s expression turned to fear, and Kuroo gripped his hips tighter, attempting to comfort him. Instead of vocalizing his utter contempt towards Suga, the raven-head just shook his head. Kuroo raised a brow. “No? Did you prefer Oikawa then? It seemed like you really wanted him to kiss you,” he teased, watching Kageyama’s face turn red against the flashes of the TV’s light. “Stop.” “Hmm, sorry?” Kuroo let out, stopping his ministrations on Kageyama’s hips. Kageyama shakily met Kuroo’s gaze, faltering at the intensity of it. “I didn’t like it. Any of it,” Kageyama bit out. “I hated it.” A grin appeared on Kuroo’s face, but Kageyama interpreted it as something menacing. Kuroo’s hand snaked around Kageyama’s neck and he pulled the male closer to him. “Good boy,” praised Kuroo, to Kageyama’s surprise. “That’s how a pet should act. You should only like what your master does.” Kageyama blinked. “Let me hear you say it,” Kuroo whispered, closing in on Kageyama. Kageyama floundered against Kuroo. Did he really have to say it? His eyes found Kuroo’s and he confirmed that Kuroo was dead serious. Kuroo let out an exasperated sigh before wrapping a hand around Kageyama’s lower back and roughly pulling him in so that Kageyama fell backward onto the bed. The air left Kageyama’s chest, and for a moment, he was breathless as Kuroo hovered over him. He looked down his body to see that somehow Kuroo had gotten between his legs. Leaning down to Kageyama’s ear, the taller male whispered, “We could do more. Or we could stop. You know what to say.” Once again, Kageyama felt a sick feeling invading his body. All of these people were frightening. He bit his lip, but that seemed to be a wrong move, because he could see Kuroo’s lip twitch at the motion. Kageyama turned away, deciding to give in. “K-Kuroo…sama,” Kageyama muttered, feeling his cheeks heat up. Embarrassing. Kuroo broke into another smile. He leaned down and placed a kiss on Kageyama’s forehead. Kageyama flinched but was even more surprised when Kuroo got up and left the bed. Immediately Kageyama sat up, once again wary of Kuroo’s intentions. Kuroo stopped to look at his pet. “You’re sleepy, right? I’ll let you turn in for the night,” he casually said while walking towards the door. Kageyama’s eyes widened. “W-ha-Where are you sleeping?” he asked, already feeling the shock of having Kuroo’s warmth leave his. Pausing before he slipped out the door, he stated, “Don’t worry. I’ll see you in the morning, Kageyama.” Kageyama watched the door close. He hadn’t noticed, but Kuroo had turned off the TV before he had left, and now the room was eerily quiet. He clutched the covers in one hand. It was dark. It was scary. And he was alone. His chest suddenly seized, and Kageyama couldn’t help but let out strangled gasps. He hated this. Kuroo smirked as he leaned on the door outside of the room. He could hear Kageyama sobbing, and felt satisfaction from the noise. Pushing off of the door, Kuroo walked down the hallway to a guest bedroom. His pet needed to learn that he needed him.

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