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simplyeu4ria · 2 years

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chapter 1:the werewolf heartthrob

Name: the werewolf heartthrob

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Pairing: Werewolf! Jungkook x Unknown identity! Reader

~(severely unedited: started 02/05/2022 ended 01/06/2022)~

Genre: high school au, werewolf au, angst, uncomfortable moments but only on a couple of parts, lots and lots of fluff, family abuse (mentions only) but Namjoon saves the day

Rating: +17 au

Summary: You are y/n the simple orphan girl, who lives with your step-parents who don’t treat you right. The school make a laugh at you but when Jin and Jimin help you your life changed from the bad to the good. Jungkook the heartthrob is not what you think behind those cold stares that you get across the classroom. With him and his six other stepbrothers and a couple of girls they reveal they are more than just the popular…

Word count: longest story I have written so far 45004

(and coincidently 4 versions of this story, 5 weeks to make, and 4 years of loving BTS)

Warnings: some uncomfortable moments, mean talk, mention of degrading names, mild swearing

a/n: first request/story on this account; since this a popular type of oneshot for Jungkook I am sorry in advance if this like another oneshot, have fun reading

I have noted similarities in other ffs throughout, please notify me if you find another

I can say that this original and that its my own work, but since this is not subjected under copyright because its Tumblr please do not copy my work you will feel guilty in the end, trust me.

Happy indulging into an infp-t’s mind common things you will see;

Subtle reference to books that I have read

Very romantic moments

Things that don’t make sense but makes sense in my head

Maybe a spoiler to the next book idea

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It was the last day of year 10 just before the summer holidays. Exams are done and now you are walking home with your earphones in. Just then halfway through your walk you see the 7 group of schoolboys just a couple of meters ahead of you, they were also going home. You knew them of course; ‘the most handsome boys of the school’ (according to the girls). Most of them getting average grades, but were amazing at sports, making all the girls drool when they walk by, you rolled your eyes at the thought.

You then focused your eyes on the youngest of the group, the school’s heartthrob. Yes, you thought he was handsome, but you always thought that he was the overconfident and boring heartthrob that was always described in the fiction books. You sighed before turning left walking in another direction to your house, separating you and the group.

Though you had talked to Taehyung and Jin who were in one of your classes and you teacher had paired the three of you up often for the group activities . You could not help but notice the stares pointing lasers at the back of head, that the youngest gave you.

You had seen them many times before, most of the time they looked annoyed but other rare ones were ones had fondness. You did not understand why he was giving you those looks, but it bugged you a lot because all the girls in the school hated you for it. Since you were the only one who got his attention, no matter how hard they tried.

Without realising you had reached the front door of your house and had to grab your keys before opening it up and headed upstairs to take a shower. You wish you could stop this and the next year and everything could be normal.

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Wednesday September 4th, 2020

‘This is it the final year’ you thought as you looked at the entrance of the school before heading inside and walked to your locker, to your left you could see the 7 popular boys being crowded by girls. But you rolled your eyes at the sight walking in the opposite direction, you had just grabbed your stuff and was about to put into your bag, before someone shoved your back knocking the books out of your hand.

‘Watch it, loony girl.’ You looked up at the boys, you could hear sniggering.

‘Hey, it not your place to say that you lost at beer pong to us. You absolute dingbat.’ Jin said

‘But why would you care about her.’ The same boy replied.

‘Because at least we are nice that why we get the girls unlike you, Jacob. Leave now everyone, form time is about to start.’ Jimin said while crossing his arms over his chest.

At this moment you did not know what to think as everyone; left everyone casting nasty looks at you whilst endearing look to the two boys. Once everyone left you began to pick up your stuff off the ground. Jimin and Jin, turned around before helping you.

‘You don’t need to help its fine.’ you said ‘Its fine we wa-‘ Jin was saying before he paused while looking at a drawing that was present in your sketchbook. ‘-nt to help.’ He finish before making eye contact with Jimin who also widened his eyes at the picture. You caught on quickly and grabbed the book before quickly putting in your bag, before quickly walking away. The boys were speechless.

‘Hey! y/n wait up.’ They chased after you after finally recollecting our thoughts you stopped and turned back to them ‘Go on say it, tell me that I am weird like everyone says I am, drawing wolves and only wolves.’

‘What? No, we didn‘t want to say that we are sorry for looking it was not our right to look at your private things. But really, we think its amazing.’ Jimin said whilst looking at Jin before their eyes met and they both looked apologetically at you, they both reminded you of kicked puppies.

‘No its fine, everyone seem to think that when they look at my book. I just thought of the worst since I do not usually talk to you or the boys.’

‘Hey why don’t we walk you to class we can vouch for you to say why you were late, and in return you can be our friends.’ Jin said smiling gently.

I smiled before nodding.

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2 days later… Friday September 6th, 2020

You were close friends with Jimin and Jin and had soon exchanged numbers with the each of them and are now constantly seen laughing at Jin’s dad jokes and constantly being showered with affection by Jimin. Everyone was little to say that they were confused at the sight. But that did not stop the laser eyes you felt at the back of your head; one day you are going to tell Jimin and Jin to make Jungkook stop staring at you.

You were in your usual spot in the corner of the courtyard, till you heard footsteps. Jin was heading towards you.

‘Hey y/n.’

‘Hi Jin. What’s up?’ he sat down next to you with his hands on the table

‘You didn’t respond to my text messages, so I tried to find you.’ You glanced at your lock-screen seeing 15 messages from Jin and Jimin.

‘Oh sorry, for not responding I was catching up on my thoughts about something.’

‘Well me and Jimin thought it was the right time that you meet the rest of our group since they were so curious about who was keeping our attention away from the group and when we mentioned you most of them wanted to meet you.’ Jin explained.

Seeing my blank expression, he further asked

‘So will you be free?’ he fidgeted his fingers nervously against the table.

‘Really? They want to meet me?’ you asked back surprised.

‘Yeah, they do. So?’ he asked again.

‘Yeah, I think I will be free but not today, I have a extra curricular club, tomorrow on Saturday for Lunch?’ you replied.

‘Yeah, I think we can do that, but don’t worry you’ll love my cooking.’ Jin smirked.

‘I bet I will.’ you smiled back

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Saturday 7th September 2020

Jin had texted you the address and you realised it was a 10-minute walk from my house. Once you reached there, you saw a large 2-storey house that was large enough to house a lot of people. It had a double garage to the left. You walked towards the front door you could here loud talking so you knocked on the door announcing my presence to the residents.

Someone eventually opened the door it was Taehyung, he smiled at you;

‘Come on inside y/n. Jin and Suga are about to finish Lunch, it will be done in another 10 minutes. You nodded before walking inside the house. Taking off my shoes near the entrance and you looked around, they could see the landing for the top floor from the entrance gaurd by a terrace looking in the main entrance hall below, there was large door to the right and the right 2 doors a large staircase was in front of the first leading upstairs.

A large oak door was at the back of the hall but was closed but you could hear voice coming from there. Taehyung sensed that you was looking around before he smiled and said ‘The door to the left is the TV room and to the right the closest door is Namjoon’s study. The other doors in the corner leads to the downstairs bathroom and garage. Upstairs are the bathrooms and the bedrooms’ you smiled and nodded.

Taehyung led you further inside the house behind the oak door, then you saw a large open floor plan of the rest of the house. To your right you could see the kitchen, and in the back corner on the right side, held the large dining room with an island. You could see Jin and who you presumed was Suga from, Taehyung’s description. Both of which were cooking food. In the far-right corner was a large dining room, with a fireplace that looked out to the large garden.

To the left was a sitting area, and in the far-left corner you saw a large gaming area/TV area. You saw Jimin and another male who was loud and had bright smile of sunshine. You could see them laughing loudly at Jimin shouting at the game in the TV. Chuckled at them before a voice cut out my thoughts.

‘Y/n you made it!’ Jin said. you turned back to the kitchen finding Jin looking at you while he was preparing the final touches to some of the food. ‘I chuckled of course I did. I could not miss your cooking.’ you said smiling. He smiled back before looking at the two boys gaming.

‘Jimin and Hoseok! Y/n is here, lay out the table, we have finished making the food.’ Suga said.

‘Hi y/n!’ they both said before they went to grab some of the plates on the kitchen island before walking back to the dining table Jimin hugged you quickly and you hugged back giggling. ‘Taehyung, get Jungkook and Namjoon, and tell them the food is ready.’ Jin said.

Taehyung smiled at you before leaving to go to the study and calling Namjoon before upstairs to get Jungkook. I smiled before asking ‘Do you need some help?’ you asked Jin. ‘Nope, their nothing left to help with, just sit down while we wait for the rest.’ Jin said before smiling back at you.

You nodded before going to sit at one of the middle seats. Jimin and Hoseok and sat beside me. ‘Hi y/n, I am Hoseok the sunshine of the group.’ you smiled and shook his open hand.

‘I am Yoongi also known as Suga.’ The short man said you smiled and nodded at him. He nodded back before he took a seat across from Hoseok, Jin sat on Hoseok other side. We heard footsteps from the oak doors.

I saw a taller blonde man who you thought was Namjoon, Taehyung and lastly Jungkook entered they all sat down Taehyung on front of you whilst Namjoon on the end next to him and Jungkook next to him, in front of Jimin. ‘Hi, I am Namjoon the leader of this group hope you feel welcome, you thanked him. And everyone turned to Jungkook. ‘Hi, I am Jungkook, the youngest of the group.’ he said whilst staring deeply into my eyes. You widened and looked away before nodding.

‘So shall we eat?’ Jin said trying to diffuse the tension. We nodded and began eating.

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Since then, you began talking to all the boys except Jungkook, he still hates you for some reason. But according to the boys he does not hate you he is just shy. Shy? That does not make any sense at all if he was shy, why is he on the basketball team. Just then you collided into someone, snapping you out of your thoughts then you saw the mean girl Kira staring at you. Oh dear…

‘Sorry’ you mumbled.

‘Sorry? You should be 1st you take away my crush’s attention from me and now you bump into me what is your problem y/n!’ she shouted at me, and you flinched. Everyone surrounding us was looking at you before whispering and giggling ‘She got the attention of him she must have done something.’-‘She must have been slutty around him.’

‘Well, aren’t you going to say something?’ Kira scoffed.

‘Well there is nothing to say.’ you mumbled looking down at your feet.

‘What did you say?’ Kira said while advancing towards, you froze, then you felt a large sting. She slapped you on the cheek her nails left a sharp scratch near your right eye. She was about to hit you again and you turned your head to the side, by instinct. Then a loud BANG was heard.

‘Didn’t I tell you to leave her alone.’ you slowly opened your eyes. And saw Jungkook standing they’re in front of you, Kira on the other hand was up against the wall in pain. Her goons could only look between her and Jungkook in shock.

‘But-’ Kira said.

‘I suggest, Kira, you leave her alon- no listen,’ he saw Kira trying to defend herself again, ‘you were the one who started the fight she only bumped into you accidently, and if you dare to insult her again you will get the worst of me. Just because she grabbed my attention, does not mean you go and start fights and rumours about her.

And all of you gullible and naïve people,’ he said while looking around at the crowd

‘I suggest you don’t believe a word that this girl says she just only wants attention she’s the idiot around here, not her…not y/n.’

He walked over to you and asked,

‘Are you okay?’ you nodded.

Just then the principal walked in and said ‘Kira, you are to meet me in the principal’s office now I am going to meet with your parents and tell them what you have done this ongoing bullying is not permitted in the school I saw what you did this time, and you will not get away with it so easily.’ Kira looked defeated but she walked away following the principal.

‘Now scram.’ Jungkook said and everyone left.

‘Hey, are you all right, y/n.’ You saw Hoseok and the others. You nodded and turned to Jungkook before smiling. ‘Thank you.’ You said.

‘Always.’ He smiled back.

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ilikemesometaetaes · 2 years

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Bad Taste (M)

Kim Taehyung Oneshot

•••> Author: @ilikemesometaetaes

•••> Summary: His taste in music is almost as bad as your temper/patience/everything that involves your ability to resist him.

•••> Pairing(s): Taehyung/Reader

•••> Word Count: 9.85k [Unedited]

•••> Rating: 18+

•••> Tags: smut | EstablishedRelationship!au | Taehyung!au | Papi!Tae | Horny!Tae

•••> Warnings: unprotected sex, rough sex, semi-public? sex (bathroom), mention of voyeurism, mention/effects of use of marijuana, impatient Tae, aggressive yearning, fingering, mild masturbation, loads of dirty talk, slight degradation (no degrading names), Tae’s a horny lil hoe, this is a bit of a crack fic, bear with me please it’s my first one

A present for Miss Fae ( @swcetnight ) as part of the #bss21 event. I hope this can raise your spirits. Happy holidays, love.

-Your Bangtan Secret Santa, Allannah AKA Cedar

Shoutout to @erotikkook for helping me with this super stubborn banner! Love you bunches, Levi!

MASTERLIST

The snow falls outside the window.

The lights twinkle and shine in from the street below.

Your heart beats ferociously.

It takes everything in you to not fall asleep on the bed purely out of enraged spite as you wait for Taehyung to leave the bathroom so you can start doing your makeup.

You hear the shower running and you see the light from his candle flickering underneath the closed door as you mindlessly scroll on your phone. For whatever reason, he doesn’t want you to come in.

Okay, you know the reason. But you can’t play into his game. If you do, you’ll end up late to yet another party hosted by the ever charming and ever pompous man that is Park Jimin- his line brother. The game Taehyung plays when you have an event to attend results in one of two things; you get to the party just on time which is incredibly uncomfortable, or, you get there so unfashionably late that it is a giveaway to everyone else as to why you’re late.

You can hear Taehyung humming as he takes his sweet time bathing and wonder how much longer he’s going to do that before you give in and storm the bathroom seeking war. The patience he tests and prods every day wears thin with each little nudge he gives you and you fume because you know he does it intentionally. Why else would he invite you over to get ready at his place

Tell that fucker to hurry his ass up or else I’m kidnapping you and leaving him behind The notification slides down from the top of your screen and is accompanied by the vibration of your phone in your hand. You shift in your position, adjusting the towel around your head, before you type out your response to Namjoon, another one of his line brothers.

I’m not even ready yet because he’s in the shower. I’m gonna fucking kill this kid when he gets out

Namjoon is quick with his reply and you scoff in response.

What does him taking a shower have to do with you getting ready? Are y’all not at the point where you can shit in the same house yet?

Namjoon is so unaware of the predicament you’re in that you actually get annoyed with him for asking the question. You know that it’s sarcastic, but, for a moment, you have to set your phone down and breathe to calm down. Damn, your temper is bad.

Instead of responding with another text, you decide to call the man in hopes that Taehyung will hear the conversation and hurry the fuck up.

“Did I go too far?” Namjoon’s voice is deep as he answers the call with the question.

“No.” You groan. “I’m just sick of texting. This shit is getting irritating.”

On the other end, you hear him chuckle and then shuffle around with the sound of his keys jingling. He’s already ready to go?

“Must be nice to be able to be early.” You grumble. Impatiently, you begin to bounce your foot.

Namjoon laughs again and you just roll your eyes at how lucky he is.

“It’s quite nice, actually. Yoongi and I are going to meet up and grab some alc before we get there.” He says.

“Good.” You sigh exasperatedly. “I’m going to need some.”

“Already having relationship problems that require a drink? Damn, dude,” You hear the sound of his front door shutting and his lock turning. “That bad, huh?”

“I just- fuck, Joon! He does this on purpose!” You throw your hand up as you nearly shout the statement.

“And yet…” He leads the sentence and then trails off because the both of you know the end of it.

And yet… you love it.

Namjoon knows to not say it anymore because of how much you blew up on him when he first pointed out that it was obvious. Speaking it out loud does nothing except wound your pride.

Because you do, in fact, love it when Taehyung pushes your buttons. You love when he drives you outside of your comfort zone and you absolutely feen for how worked up he makes you over the tiniest things.

You’re addicted to how much he tests your patience because it’s his game that keeps your life from descending into the pits of the awfully mundane safety that you would let yourself get to. It would be the death of your pride if you ever actually admitted the notion to Taehyung’s face. You would never let that happen.

“And yet…” You merely repeat in frustrated defeat.

Suddenly, the shower stops. You turn your head to the door and let out a sigh of gratitude to whoever was watching over you that you had Namjoon in your life.

“Thanks for helping me pass the time. He just got done with showering so I’m gonna go get ready.” You say.

“No problem.” There’s a smile in his voice as he starts his car. “See you there.”

“See ya.” You drop the phone onto Taehyung’s bed and move to collect your things so that you can get into the bathroom.

All at once, the door opens and a whoosh of humidity comes barreling out into the bedroom, drawing your eyes to the man who walks out.

Taehyung has a towel around his waist and water dripping down his body as he turns on the bathroom light for you. He has blown out his candle, leaving the smoky remnants of pine to billow out, yet you don’t even pay attention to your absolute meal of a boyfriend because his hair is a completely different color from when he first entered the bathroom over an hour ago. Your impatience and irritation with him go forgotten as you stand there in your robe and marvel at his hair.

It’s red. Crimson red.

“What the fuck.” You find yourself speaking the words before you can stop them and it’s the look of offense on Taehyung’s face that conveys he was not expecting that reaction from you.

“Well, thanks?” He raises an inquisitive eyebrow.

Your outburst was not meant to display any displeasure with the new hair color- you actually love it… way too fucking much- however, you were so shocked that you somehow forgot to compliment him. Honestly, you forget to breathe because it looks so hot on him that you want to say fuck it and fuck him instead of going to the party.

“Why- what-” You stutter. Finally, you can only point out the obvious because of how dumbstruck you are. “It’s red.”

“Yes, it’s red.” Taehyung says the statement as a matter-of-factl as he walks over to his closet to pluck out the red suit he bought for the party.

“I wanna look like Santa.” He said whilst holding out a cherry red suit in front of his body.

You smiled from your seat in front of the small presentation area. Cheekily, you snickered. “Well, Santa, the only chimney you’ll be coming in is mine.”

His smile was boxy as he giggled, a suggestive quirk to his eyebrow. “That was awful.”

Even though several moments have gone by since he emerged from the bathroom, you haven’t moved from your stance next to the bed. You keep your eyes trained on him as he raises the hanger of the suit to hook it over the door. When he turns to find you still standing there, unmoving, he cocks his head in confusion.

“It…” Your voice is barely above a whisper now. “It looks really good, Tae.”

His face morphs into a smirk quickly, realizing that you don’t find his hair ugly at all, and slowly slinks toward you whilst your guard is down. You don’t even realize that you aren’t really paying attention until he’s standing in front of you with both hands gripping softly onto the flaps of your robe.

“Yeah?” He asks lowly. You haphazardly raise your hand to his bicep to stop him from opening it yet your touch holds no urgency and you’re too distracted by how the red contrasts with his strong, dark eyebrows to notice that he’s succeeding in his teasing game. His game. What game?

Involuntarily, you dig your toes into the carpet in anticipation. The sight of his red hair is enrapturing as you struggle against your self-control because it’s hard to think of anything other than the image of his red hair between your legs.

“Yeah.” You breathe.

Your robe is opened and you feel the cool air of the room against your nipples, which harden immediately at the temperature and exposure. Taehyung’s hands sneakily slide onto your naked waist and it’s almost enough to break you out of your daze, yet it only sends you deeper when you feel them encase you in their warmth.

“Well, thanks baby.” He leans forward to press a kiss against your nose after whispering his gratitude. “You gonna let me fuck you instead of getting ready?”

Fuck.

“Damn you.” You say through gritted teeth, fumbling to close your robe whilst pushing his hands off of you. You have half the mind to slightly nudge him to the side without dropping your makeup bag so that you can rush to the bathroom and get away from his allure.

His guffaw is utterly insidious as you shut the bathroom door with a slam.

Instead of taking an hour to do your makeup like you originally planned, you were left alone with your impatience and it resulted in your more natural look so that you could hurry back to your closet to retrieve your dress after a mere twenty minutes.

The smell of Taehyung’s cologne wafts in your face as you leave the bathroom. Even though your nerves are shot by his previous antics, you find that it is hard to focus when you know exactly which one he is wearing.

The two of you were intrigued when you first saw the commercial for it on TV, an ad that was truly odd as Adam Driver flashed across the screen as a centaur, until you looked at him as he looked at you with a knowing look in his eyes.

You found yourselves at the mall the next day, seeking out the “new fragrance for men”, Burberry Hero, so that you could smell what the strange commercial was trying to convey.

It was the end of any control you hoped to retain.

The scent wasn’t special to Taehyung. He claimed that it smelt good and that he’d buy it because he needed to change it up once in a while.

What he didn’t know was that him spraying some on himself to test it would lead to you sucking him down your throat in his backseat in the mall parking lot nearly thirty minutes later. He smelled way too good for you to be patient and wait until you arrived back at his apartment. Unsurprisingly, it was one of the few times he gave in to your lack of forbearance.

The cologne became the death of you for any special occasion. Because that is what it was reserved for; special occasions- when Taehyung loved to push your buttons the most.

The scent isn’t strong enough to completely boggle your mind for the time being because you find that he’s left the room, however, you know that he is somewhere close by and you have to prepare yourself to face him if you want to have any semblance of control. His red hair, that red suit, and that fucking cologne are going to be the death of you tonight.

Quickly, you pull out your dress and slide it on so that you can get closer to leaving. Your phone reads 6:13 pm, meaning the party starts in about forty-five minutes. As you slide your long coat on, you hope you won’t be late.

Your purse disappears as soon as you begin looking for it, though, and you groan because you swear that you just saw it on the bed before your shower.

“Tae?” You call for him as you exit his bedroom. “Have you seen my purse?”

Taehyung’s voice is as deep as it is faint when it comes from the kitchen. “It’s here in the kitchen!”

You huff again at your forgetfulness and stride over to where he is while you struggle with the earring that is supposed to be dangling from your earlobe.

Your steps falter as you see him with his red suit-clad back to you and the sight makes you immediately slam everything you have into putting your guard up so that the two of you aren’t late to the damned party. You know that you will desperately need complete zen when he turns around. Taehyung would do anything to get you into bed so that you were late and you couldn’t let his ungodly sexiness lure you in.

You eye your purse on the kitchen table while he busies himself with something in the sink and suddenly, you have a plan.

The moment you grab your purse, you fly towards the front door.

“I’ll be in the car!” You yell as you grab your heels and slide on your crocs. He’s only just beginning to respond with obvious shock as you shuffle out the door towards the elevator with his keys in your hand.

“Babe!”

You laugh almost maniacally as you rush towards the doors because there’s a certain tone of surprise and the slightest bit of offense in the way he shouts the pet name that it almost sounds like he was plotting something too. Of course, he was.

With the train of your dress dragging behind you, you press the button to the elevator and turn around to see the shape of light from within his apartment getting smaller against the wall. It was a sign that you had enough of a head start.

“Y/N!” Taehyung’s voice slightly echoes down the corridor from within the living space. “Where are my-”

His door shuts before you can find out what he’s looking for and you only laugh some more. Sucker. He’ll have to figure out on his own that he can only lock the knob of his apartment tonight because you happen to have his keys in your hand.

The elevator doors open and you quickly slide inside and press the button of the ground floor before returning your eyes to the corridor.

His door flies open.

And he’s a sizzling hot, dangerously handsome, red rage as he sprints towards you at full speed with murder on his face.

Your finger becomes frantic on the ground floor button as your heart kickstarts into an adrenaline-accompanied rhythm. You thought you had enough time to comfortably see him leaving right as the elevator doors were closing, but they seem to move in slow motion so that he can exact his revenge upon you.

He closes in as the doors begin to show promise in your victory, but only one more second goes by before you realize that you are inevitably doomed.

Taehyung’s hand smacks against the side of one of the doors when there’s a mere few inches between them and you jump at the show of his aggression.

“You think you’re so slick, huh?” He’s slightly out of breath as he poses the rhetorical question when he enters, yet his volume is much louder than necessary. It feels as if he’s scolding you and you all but cave at the thought of it.

“Actually, I think that was pretty-”

“Actually,” He cuts you off with a terrible mockery of your voice before furrowing his eyebrows in frustration. “You’re gonna pay for that.”

Time to press his buttons. “Am I though?”

His eyebrows rise incredibly high on his forehead in disbelief of your behavior and suddenly, you don’t feel very powerful because he’s slowly approaching you with the doors shutting behind him.

The elevator becomes dead silent as he closes the distance.

His cologne overrides your senses all at once and it takes everything in you to not change your facial expression. You’ve been fed up with him and made it out of the apartment victorious thus far. There’s no reason- no fucking reason- why you should lose in the elevator.

Aside from the fact that he wears his red coat and black shirt unbuttoned incredibly low on his chest.

And the fact that his red hair is messy in such a way that you want to grab a fistful of it and kiss the living daylights out of his luscious lips.

And the fact that he’s now leaning into you with one of his arms pressing against the wall of the small cabin to trap you into an even tinier space.

Fuck.

He takes a moment to look down at your body and you notice he has put the thinnest line of eyeliner on his top lids. Then, he brings the inside of his lip between his teeth for a brief second and you observe from the way his lips are tinted just slightly that he’s put on a layer of cherry chapstick.

Taehyung lets a small smile pull his lips up before he brings his eyes back to your face. You don’t even notice that you begin to hold your breath.

“I could fuck you right here.” He says simply.

The whine in your throat is unstoppable; a buildup of frustration with his game and the frustrating pulse between your legs has practically forced the sound from your lungs. It’s all he needs to hear before he presses his body into you.

“Yeah? You want me to?”

You let the back of your head touch the wall of the elevator as it descends down the building and he presses his free arm to the small of your back to pull you to him even more. He doesn’t let it linger for long, sliding it down until it cups the back of your thigh so that he can pull it until the inside of your thigh touches his hamstring.

The split in the side of your dress seemed cute and slightly risqué when you first bought it, but now? It’s giving him all the access he needs to slightly raise his thigh into the junction between your legs.

Close is all you can think as he leans down to the side of your neck and lets his breath tickle your skin. Goosebumps litter down your back and arms from the way his exhale brushes down your collarbone to the expanse of your bare chest.

There’s practiced ease in his inflection, although, you hear the slight waver of his arousal weighing just slightly on his volume. “Oh, I know you want me to. You won’t even care if we’re late this time, will you?”

You’re losing. Your eyelids flutter at this fact in submission. If he continues this attack on your guard, it will fall. You let out a shaky exhale in what you fail to decipher between a warning and a plea.

“Tae.”

“What’s my name, baby? C’mon,” He hisses through his teeth as he slowly rocks his hips into you with a gentle squeeze of your leg. “Tell me what my name is.”

The name is on the tip of your tongue as you close your eyes and let your face morph into one that begs for his attention.

If you say it, it’ll be game over. You know that if you give in right here, right now, he will begin undressing you before the elevator has even hit the bottom floor.

You’re also perfectly aware that if you open your mouth and say the one, simple word that confirms your defeat, he will click the button that goes back to his floor, throw you over his shoulder, and then take you back to his room so that he can dump you onto his bed and take yet another hour- an hour initially dedicated to Jimin’s party- between your legs instead.

His fingers dig into your thigh a little harder as he eggs you on and you struggle to prevent another moan from spilling from your mouth.

You begin to form your lips into the word that he loves so much and it only gets harder to resist his game when he’s so intoxicatingly close and his musk is mixing so well with the small amount of the cologne he put on.

“Fu-uck.” You gasp in the middle of the word as he persists with raising his leg between yours, pressing deliciously into where you want him most. The split in your dress allows him to press his knee straight into your silk panties that cling to your folds with an uncomfortable amount of your slick arousal.

He presses you into the wall then, warm body and persistent throbbing between his legs and all, and the moan that has sizzled in your chest comes out as a low groan.

“It’s one word, baby. Just one. Say it.” Taehyung uses his nose to nudge yours back to the front so that his lips are just barely skimming yours. “Say it and I’m yours.”

His breath is hot between your lips and you poke your tongue out of your mouth to slightly wet them. In the process, you give him the most kittenish of licks against the underside of his bottom lip.

“Oh, you’re playing with me now, huh?”

Right at the end of his question- a question accompanied with his signature smirk- the bell of the elevator tolls, signaling your victory once more and breaking you out of your stupor.

Taehyung growls lowly as you sink down and slide below his arm to escape by the skin of your teeth. The feeling of your consecutive wins is glorious while it pumps through your veins.

You move quickly towards the doors of the lobby and you can practically feel Taehyung’s presence radiating with anger behind you, yet you come to forget about it as you rush to open the door and see snow falling from the sky and lightly dusting the street. A cold breeze travels along your bare legs and down the crevice of your chest but you don’t care- it’s snowing.

“Tae!” You almost squeak his name in your excitement. “It’s snowing!”

The small flakes fall slowly, a delicate wind carrying them through the air, and the lamps placed every so often along the street highlight the far reaching covering of the winter season as far as you can see. You pull your coat close to your body as you stop and marvel at the beautiful sight despite having seen it from his window.

“Yes, it is.” There’s a smile in Taehyung’s voice as he says the words. The prior heat of the tension with him seems to have gone forgotten when the chilly evidence of winter made itself known.

You walk out into the weather with a smile on your face and your arm outstretched with your palm facing the sky. The light tickle of snowflakes dropping onto your hand and melting is joyous in its nature.

“It’s so fucking cold- damn.” Taehyung’s teeth chatter as he curses and you turn to see him walking down to where his car is parked in the lot like the most breathtaking splash of blood against the white environment around him. He looks ethereal.

You walk a short distance behind him for a few seconds, watching him tilt his head down and slide his hand into his pockets, until he stops and turns his body to face you in a display of his patience for you.

Once you catch up, he holds his arm out for you to hold onto while you hold your dress up, off the ground so that you can step carefully and focus on not slipping. Thankfully, you slide your hand into his offered arm and latch your fingers onto his bicep.

“See?” He leans into you as you begin walking together. “I wait for you but you didn’t wait for me.”

You scoff lightly and roll your eyes before returning them to where your crocs leave prints in the undisturbed snow. “You can’t get into the car because I have your keys. Don’t play me.”

“Shush.” He says. “Let me be a gentleman.”

“Stop blatantly trying to fuck me, then.” You deadpan. “Gentlemen are a lot more subtle than that.”

He splutters incredulously for a moment as you get to his car and pull his keys out of your purse. There’s a thin layer of snow covering the top that contrasts starkly to the black paint of the Hyundai.

You unlock the car and get inside once he detaches from you to get to the driver’s side. Like clockwork, you lean over to put the key in the ignition and start the car while he pulls out the snow brush from his trunk.

You crank up the heater while your body trembles from the cold and then you sit back, clutch your coat tight around your body, and watch as he easily brushes off line by line of the dusting.

Once he finishes, Taehyung quickly opens his door and slides into his seat before chucking the brush into the backseat.

“Got to wait for the car to warm up,” he gently reminds you, moving to pull his phone out of the pocket of his pants. As you eye him critically, he just grins knowingly.

You sink into your seat while you dread what he’s doing because you know that he’s going to begin the terrible happening of listening to Christmas music.

For whatever reason, you never got into Christmas music. Ever since you were young, the bells and chimes and cheery sound of the songs that preached joy and merriness were less than pleasing to you. The style of music just doesn’t make any sense- even in moments like this one where you prepare to celebrate the holiday. As opposed as you are to the music, you never let it get into the way of you actually becoming merry.

Taehyung reaches over and adjusts the volume knob before any music starts playing so that it isn’t quiet when it begins, yet you already know which song he will play first. It’s his favorite one.

With the most mischievous smile on his lips and a dangerous side eye that would prompt you to squeeze your knees together if you didn’t know he was about to torture you- in a bad way- the beginning notes of the song start playing. The music box intro is all you need to lock up in irritation.

“No.” You say.

Taehyung smiles knowingly. “Yes.”

“No.” You reach over to grab his phone from him. He swats your hand away and the song continues.

“Yes.”

“No.” You growl the word before the words begin.

His voice is teasing when he replies. “Yes.”

A beat of silence follows before he opens his mouth.

“I don’t want a lot for Christmas.”

“Tae,” You warn.

“There is just one thing I need.”

You sigh in exasperation and the strong notes of the song progress.

“Don’t care about the presents,” He grabs ahold of your fingers when you try to sneakily turn down the volume. “Underneath the Christmas tree.”

Then, Taehyung pulls your hand to his chest dramatically. Your cold knuckles touch the warm, exposed expanse of skin on his chest. “I just want you for my own.” He reaches his other hand across the center console to take a handful of your thigh. “More than you could ever know.”

Although you hate the song, you can’t help the small smile that pulls at your lips in entertainment of his antics.

“Make my wish come true.” He leans into you a little, stretching over the console with a different smile. The boxiness of his lips conveys the sincerity of the joy the terrible song makes him feel. You can’t help but give into the notion just a little- no matter how much you hate Mariah Carey.

“All I want,” Taehyung leans in closer. “For Christmas,” Even closer. “Is…”

His nose touches yours and he inhales before reaching out to nip at your bottom lip playfully and your hand comes down to hold onto the one he uses to grasp your thigh as a reaction. He tightens his fingers around your hand that he tightly holds to his chest.

“You.”

Finally, you kiss him to shut him up. And to just… kiss your boyfriend.

The song breaks into the first verse as he lets go of your hand to cup your cheek. Although the kiss’ intentions are innocent to you, Taehyung obviously hasn’t let go of the tension that was sparked earlier. Apparently, the embers of it had been burning in the back of his mind until now. He was merely waiting for you to reciprocate so that he could attack whilst your defenses were fully down.

The hand he has on your thigh begins a feverish path up your leg, sneaking below your dress and coming into contact with the moist area of your panties immediately. You keen at his touch, trying your best to catch up with his rhythm so that you can reign in your need and gain back your control, but he switches his fingers from their delicate hesitation to a rash pursuit towards your defeat. In a display of traitorous instinct, your thighs part to give his searching fingers more room.

With his long legs and all, Taehyung climbs over the console to crowd you even further into the passenger seat. Your intentions to fight back against the ministrations of his fingertips dissipate as soon as you reach down to pull the lever of the chair to slide it back. Then, his hand leaves your underwear and drops down between your door and the seat.

The seat reclines back quickly under your weight and falls until you feel the headrest bounce off of the backseat. Although it feels clumsy, it seems to add to the rushed fervor of the climax of the game.

Mariah Carey continues to belt out about her only desire for Christmas while Taehyung slides down your body to kneel on the floor of the car between your legs. As much as you try to focus on getting a quickie in- the idea doesn’t seem too bad since you’re already dressed and ready to go- it’s hard to maintain the heat of your arousal with the annoying song.

“Tae,” You have to almost yell his name over the volume. “Shut the fucking music off.”

He growls. “No. I’m in a cheery mood.”

Although you only mildly protest the action, you ultimately let him slide your panties down your legs so that he can slide his fingers through your sopping folds and then sink his middle finger to the knuckle. It’s sacrilegious to think about the dirty things the two of you are about to do while the most annoying Christmas song of all time serves as the mood-setter.

Taehyung leans over the seat, pumping his finger in and out while pressing his thumb into your clit, and the licks of your want clash with the annoyance of his terrible taste in music.

His fingers feel unreservedly good inside of you, but the song continues to distract you to the point that you are grabbing him by the wrist and pulling his hand away from your quickly drying pussy.

“This is bullshit.” Your wince follows immediately after the sentiment because of how venomous it sounds coming out of your mouth. You barely let another moment pass before you tell him, “that music ruined the mood. Let’s get to the party.”

As frustrated as Taehyung is, he sighs in defeat and sits back in understanding. He has pushed his luck too far.

The game comes to a horrible plateau of pause and he slides back into his seat awkwardly, searching for napkins to wipe your liquid lust from his fingers.

Then, he turns down the music and turns to face you with the most apologetic look on his face.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbles.

Guilt floods your veins. You agreed to the game ages ago, when you first started dating, but your dislike in his awful music choice seems to have just sucked all of the fun from it. And now? He’s feeling bad about it.

Your best course of action is to brush it off. It’s hard for him to let go when you reciprocate his seriousness about things.

“Apologize to Mariah and drive, you idiot.” You roll your eyes and laugh while you slid your panties back up your legs. “You were about to take all of the pure sanctity from that song and I don’t know if you can handle that.”

There’s hesitation on his face as he regards you yet you know that there is nothing for him to be concerned about. As you search for ways to get him to forget about it, it hits you.

You know exactly what to say to shift him back into action. Now that he doesn’t have you cornered, you can spur him back into the mindset you want him in by using the title the two of you reserved for the game.

“C’mon, papí. Just drive.”

Taehyung’s smile is devilish as he shifts the car into reverse and throws his arm behind your seat to look behind him. He talks while flickering his eyes between the rear view mirror and the road.

“Oh, you’re on, sweetheart.”

His stare is utterly dangerous as you stand on the opposite side of the room.

The car ride to Jimin’s place stood for a dramatic swap in your roles of the game. Instead of Taehyung being the only one trying to end the night in a feverish fuck, you took some of the reigns and returned his efforts with some of your own- granted, it was a little unfair for him because he was driving. You are not going to be the one to cave.

He was so worked up from it that he tried to corner you against the door of his car when you stepped out onto the driveway of Jimin’s house.

“It’s not too late to turn back, you know… Or I can fuck you right here.” He had murmured the suggestion into the shell of your ear. Your heart, over an hour later, still beats with such ferocity from the open invitation.

The invitation that is still very much up for grabs by the look of things.

Namjoon chuckles as you take a considerable gulp of the whisky in your hand because he has followed your gaze to Taehyung so that he could figure out why your mood is not as merry as it could be.

“Still playing the game, huh?”

You take your eyes away from your boyfriend to look at Namjoon. His teal hair was the center of everyone’s teasing for a solid ten minutes because he initially intended for it to be green- a surprising yet welcome effort for the holiday season. When he was rinsing his hair out, he failed to realize that he needed to bleach his thick hair a bit longer than most people.

He wears gold-rimmed glasses on his nose now because, apparently, his eyesight has gotten a bit worse since he finished college those few years ago. The constant screen-staring and late nights squinting at words in a book obviously got to him.

“I’ve been victorious so far.” You swallow down your grimace from the bitterness of your drink so that you can speak loud enough for him to hear you over the annoying holiday music.

Namjoon raises his beer to his lips while he mumbles, “So far.”

Your eyes roll in irritation as you take another sip from your glass to take the place of your response.

You’re irritated with the party because, although you love dressing up and having a classy evening for in Jimin’s large house, it seems that a few of the familiar group didn’t get the memo.

Yoongi sits on the couch, tapping away at his phone with a bouncing knee, and wears a black beanie with a gray hoodie that says the simple, black words of ‘Fuck off.’ across the chest. It looks like Times New Roman font.

Jungkook sits beside him in a black turtle neck and silver chain necklace, head craned back as he stares at the ceiling, and you don’t have to smell the faintest scent of weed in the air to know that he has shown up to the Christmas party high as a kite. There’s a mellow smile plastered on his lips to make his current state even more obvious. Oh, he’s got a new piercing on his lip. Nice.

Jimin’s eyes look the same as Jungkook’s- a slight redness in the whites with an inherent difficulty to keep them all the way open- and it is because of this you know that Jimin partook in the youngest one’s activities prior to the party, but he still maintains a happy aura that allows him to greet all of the guests in the house with unbridled energy and awfully overbearing positivity. The two boys are opposites on the spectrum.

Seokjin and Hoseok pour countless drinks during their conversation about their studies at the kitchen’s island and it doesn’t take long for the effects of the alcohol to become obvious in the way that Seokjin’s ears turn tomato red and Hoseok’s eyes become a little swollen and tired. Both of the men sway in their seats and- wait, did Seokjin just throw up in the sink?

And then, there’s Taehyung. Who rubs Seokjin’s back as he leans over the kitchen sink. Who’s still staring at you. Intensely.

With a huff and your drink still clutched between your fingers, you grab ahold of your dress and pick it up from the floor, turning to walk away from Namjoon and the frighteningly frustrating predicament that your boyfriend is creating. “I’m going to go get some air.”

“Alright.” He says, heading over to the couch that Yoongi and Jungkook sit on.

You walk to the living room, squeezing past a few others you’re not familiar with who crowd the table for the desserts on it, and wrench open the sliding glass door to step into the freezing night.

The whisky has you feeling incredibly warm; you can feel a bit of sweat gathering under you arms and breasts along with the hot and pulsing need in your clit, so the below freezing temperature is welcome on your moist skin. The buzz of alcohol seeps into your bones as you sway just slightly and approach being borderline tipsy. You know that you’ll be well on your way to getting drunk by the end of your glass.

Snow pellets lightly into your skin, melting on contact, and gives you the awakening you need to shake off the jitters that Taehyung’s gaze exerts onto you. You can’t leave early now that Namjoon is aware you’re engaged in the game. It would only make you look more foolish if he saw you caving to your carnal desire that only Taehyung is able to incite.

As you take deep breaths of the frigid air for a few minutes, the door to the house opens and you choose to ignore the person who steps out. If it’s Taehyung, he can be the one to approach you.

A few moments of silence go by and it is because of this on top of the lack of speaking that you chalk it up it to being either a complete stranger or, indeed, your boyfriend. Still, you choose to act oblivious and keep your gaze on the yard and trees whilst you shift your weight in wait.

“This house is trying to fucking swallow me.”

The odd words make you snort uncontrollably, as you are taken off guard by the randomness of it, and turn around to address who you know to be extremely stoned.

“Jungkook,” You greet him with an amused smile. “What’re you doing out here? I thought you were chilling with Yoongi.”

His eyes are comically wide as he stares at you and the way you speak. The boy is tripping absolute balls so you have to give him some time to formulate his next sentence.

“I needed to breathe.” He says finally. His lips part as he sucks in a breath once he’s done speaking.

You laugh at the happenstance of him feeling a similar sensation as you. “Me too. It was getting stuffy in there.”

You turn back around to face the yard and sigh, knowing that he is much too high to carry on that profound of a conversation, and go back to watching the snow.

Jungkook apparently wants to watch the snow with you.

He comes to stand next to you- uncomfortably so with the way his body wafts subtle notes of marijuana your way- and cranes his head up to face the sky with his wide eyes.

“They’re like falling stars.”

You smile at the genuine amazement. “They are. It’s pretty.”

“Yes, it is.” He sighs. You turn to him and watch him close his eyes. He inhales and exhales a deep breath. “Ah, that’s refreshing.”

Almost concerned, you place a hand on his shoulder and furrow your eyebrows like you’re speaking to a child. “You gonna be alright, man?”

“As soon as you give me a sip of your whisky. Really strong-tasting alcohol kind of wakes me up when I get too high.”

You arch an eyebrow at him. “You’re trying to get drunk?”

“No, no,” He says. “I mean, anything with a super strong and sour or bitter taste- or smell- kind of brings me down a little. This one time, I sniffed ammonia and it woke me the fuck up so fast that it felt like there was hot sauce in my brain for a sec.” He smiles and turns to face you with a dreamlike smile on his lips before he giggles. “It was fun as fuck.”

“O…kay…” You trail off for a moment, astounded by the things this boy has done. You slowly raise your glass as an offering. “Just a sip.”

He’s slow to take it from you, body lethargic and lazy. “Thanks.”

Jungkook raises your glass to his lips with a clink of it against his lip ring and then tips it back slowly so that he can just get the bitter taste on the tip of his tongue.

“Blegh.” He scrunches up his nose and sticks his tongue out dramatically. “Yep. That did the trick. That shit’s bitter as fuck.”

You laugh and take your glass back from him. Despite the whisky being one that is meant to be sipped on, you’re just about ready to go back inside because your body is beginning to tremble from the cold, so you tip the rest of the glass back and shoot the rest of its contents straight back.

“Damn, Y/N. Didn’t want me taking any more, huh?”

“Nah, it’s not that.” You shrug and bare your teeth for a second as the alcohol burns its way down your throat and into your belly. “I’m just about to go back inside.”

Jungkook squats down, pulls his phone out of his back pocket, and puts his arms over his knees to take a break from standing. The light from his phone glows on his face and reflects off of all the piercings in his eyebrow, lip, and ears.

“I think Tae needs your help.” He sighs.

“What? Why do you say that?” You turn to look through the glass door and pat your body for your phone, only to be reminded that you have no pockets on your dress and that you left your phone in your purse on the couch. “Where is he?”

“He said he’s throwing up in the bathroom.”

Immediately, you rush towards the door. “Oh my god! I’m going to go see if he’s alright. I’ll see you later, Kook.”

“See ya!”

You frantically make a beeline for the bathroom, bumping into a few people, and knock on the door when you finally stand in front of it.

“Occupied!” A woman shouts.

A woman. Your blood suddenly runs freezing cold.

There’s a woman in there with him?

The thought alone leaves a terrible taste in your mouth and you knock again feverishly. “Taehyung? Are you in there?”

“No! It’s me, Sina!”

“Oh.” You wince a little and back off from the door. “Sorry!”

Your feet seem to carry you away and towards the foyer where the stairs are before you can actually process your thoughts. “Maybe he’s in the upstairs bathroom…”

The buzz in your head has begun it’s delightful transition towards tipsiness because of how much your walking has made your heart pump. Still, you try to ascend the stairs quickly with your hand on the railing.

The bathroom at the top of the stairs is empty- the door is wide open and the light is off- so you move to the next bathroom you know of- the one in Jimin’s bedroom.

As you step into the dark room, you see the dim luminescence from below the bathroom door lighting up the floor and reflecting off of the smooth surface. The sound of shuffling is muffled by the door, but you can see the shadow of whoever occupies it move past the door.

“Tae?” You call his name as you approach the door and knock lightly. “You in there?”

His voice is rough and contralto from behind the door and you can hardly hear it over the sound of the music from downstairs. “Yeah.”

Taking the unopened door as a sign that he doesn’t want you to see him throwing up, you lean your forehead against the door and shut your eyes.

“Are you okay?”

Suddenly, you fall forward.

Because he’s just yanked the door open.

Taehyung’s voice is a growl as he encases you in his arms and picks you up until your feet are dangling. “Get your ass in here, sweetheart.”

“Tae!” You squeak his name in surprise and wrap your arms around his neck to stabilize yourself.

Your boyfriend is quick to pull you further into the bathroom so that he can shut the door. As your adrenaline picks up and you inhale his cologne with a buzzed mind, you crumble to his wishes quickly. He breathes harshly and grasps you firmly, but the name he’s called you is all you need to figure out that the game is coming to its climax and conclusion once more.

There’s a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead and his red jacket and black shirt are both unbuttoned to expose his chest and stomach. He most likely undid them due to his own feverish heat that he was attempting to escape. The sight is too inviting for you to resist splaying a hand onto his warm chest.

Taehyunng spins you to deposit you on the sink and it’s in this moment that you feel the cool surface of the window on your back. You arch away and look behind you on instinct while Taehyung eagerly spreads your legs and moves between them.

The backyard is white as you glance down at the movement below and see Jungkook still squatted down with a bit of snow covering the top of his head. Taehyung must’ve seen you with him.

“Did you text Jungkook just to get me up here?” You breathe out the sentence as Taehyung leans in to mouth at your neck and inhale.

“You weren’t answering my texts.” He’s seemingly out of breath as he replies.

In one swift motion, Taehyung grabs onto your dress and folds it up to expose your panties to him. You bring your other hand up to his hair and finally grab a fistful of it so that you can bring him closer into your body.

He rocks himself into you with both of his hands digging into your asscheeks, kneading roughly.

“I need to be inside you, sweetheart.”

“We can’t fuck here, Tae. It’s disrespectful.” You try to reason with him that it’s a bad idea no matter how good it would feel. You’ve been wet for him since he walked out of the bathroom at his place but fucking in Jimin’s personal bathroom is slightly crossing the line.

“He doesn’t have to know, babe. It can be our little secret.” Taehyung pulls a hand away from your body to undo his belt and the button of his pants. He shoves them down and lets his dick pour out from them to press against your silk-covered pussy. “Please, mamí. Please.”

“Ah.” You hiss through your teeth as he cants his hips to make his tip drag against your folds, the soaked silk allowing you to feel the ridge of his mushroom head. “Tae.”

Although the sensations are almost to the max, his fingers fumble to hook your underwear to the side anyway because he knows you can’t resist giving in for much longer. With nothing in the way, his skin is hot and sticky against your own sopping mess. You wrap your legs around his waist reflexively.

“See? You want me there, don’t you? You want my dick all up in those guts.”

You keen into his movements and words with a high-pitched whine, crumbling to the movement and giving in so fast. You have your defeat on the tip of your tongue whilst you fight to maintain your defense.

“I…” Your teeth chatter and your heart pounds mercilessly against your rib cage. “I…”

“What’s my name, sweetheart?”

You can feel Taehyung’s smile against your skin while he takes his thumb to your clit and massages nimbly. It’s a smile of victory. Of utter satisfaction. He knows that this is where your lack of patience gains him the win that he desires so much.

His hand trembles, most likely from his own need coursing through him like adrenaline, and practically vibrates his thumbed-attention on your clit to make your last ounces of control dissipate. He knows he’s won when he places his dick against the opening to your cunt and elicits your sob.

“Papí!”

His voice is mortifyingly low and evil as he wraps an arm around your back to bind your body to him.

“Attagirl.”

Your walls part instantly as he rocks forward and you aren’t surprised to find that you are so wet that he is able to sheathe himself all the way in one go. The slide is easy- too easy to be safe from wanting to stay here all night- and you almost cry out at the relief of him attaching his body to every part of yours that he can.

“You’re going to have to be quiet if you don’t want anyone to hear you, sweetheart.” He raises his mouth to your earlobe, speaking against it so that it falls between his lips while he tests a few grinds of himself into you. “We’ll actually get caught.”

You rest your head back against the window whilst he holds your waist in his embrace to keep your pussy and legs vulnerable and spread out for him. It also, thankfully, keeps your back safe from the faucet in the sink.

“The music is so loud. I don’t think anyone can h-” You gasp as he rears back and thrusts himself back into your depth. “-hear themselves even think past that bullshit.” You breathe out, tightening your fingers into his hair while the one on his chest instinctually fists into his jacket.

Taehyung pulls away and lets his mouth fall open in a silent moan. When he looks up at you, his eyebrows are drawn in, blissful.

“Stop worrying about how much you hate Christmas music and worry about keeping your mouth fucking shut.”

You close your mouth and whimper when he thrusts again, particularly hard, to seat the head of his cock at your deepest point. He does it again and knocks the air out of your lungs, but his rhythm is nowhere near fast enough for you to cum.

“Then worry about fucking me, papí. I need it nice and fast.”

The name and your taunting seems to have spurred him back into his own neediness because he pulls away, pulls you down from the counter, and spins you around to face the window with feverish hands.

He throws your dress over your waist, using the split to reveal your ass and rip your panties from your body, and then uses the other hand to guide himself back inside you. Once he’s returned all the way into where he belongs, he leans over your back, slaps his hand over your mouth, and almost snarls.

“Shut the fuck up and take it how I give it.”

You brace yourself against the window anyway because you know you’ve just pushed the exact button you needed to ensure that he gives you what you were asking for.

Taehyung presses his free hand into the small of your back to force your back into an arch that leaves your pussy wide open to his imminent carnage and you whine through your nose when he shoves himself into you.

“I‘ve been trying to fuck this pussy for hours, Y/N.” He thrusted again with bruising fervor. “And now you have the nerve to get a little mouthy with me?”

Digging your hole even deeper- because you’re that desperate for him to fuck you into oblivion in a place so risky- you quietly hum.

“Mhm.”

His scoff is one of utter disbelief.

“Fine. Have it your way, sweetheart.”

He moves the hand down to your neck and rips you up with him, beginning a feverish pace that has your eyes rolling back and your thighs trembling with the pain of your hips hitting the edge of the counter. He’s hitting your insides impossibly deep just like you wanted.

Taehyung’s other hand presses even harder into your lower back, forcing your arch even deeper, and uses it as a means to pull your ass backward and keep you as vulnerable as possible while he surges forward.

The squelch of his cock leaving you is embarrassingly loud because of your juices, but the clap of his hips striking your ass is even louder and you struggle against his hand around your neck to moan wantonly. You know that if you make any noises louder than the quiet whimpers he forces from your lips every time his dick digs deeply into you, he’ll squeeze his fingers into your flesh.

Your boyfriend’s nose digs into your hair and inhales deeply as his tip attacks your malleable insides. He grunts lowly.

“Mmfuck. You smell so fucking good. Squeeze me-” His hips stutter. “-so fucking good.”

His hand tightens a little on your neck, using it to pull your body back into him, and you bite into your lip with a groan as you begin to feel lightheaded. The feeling seems to be all you need to begin your tumble towards your climax.

“Tae,” You warble. “I’m-”

He cuts you off with a whisper. “You gonna cum?”

“Yes!” You yell the word out as you squeeze your eyes shut in regret. It was too difficult to control your volume. Taehyung immediately moves his hand back to your mouth and shoves two of his fingers between your lips to keep you quiet. Thankful for something to occupy your mouth, you suck them eagerly onto your tongue so that you don’t scream again.

“Shut the fuck up.” His voice reaches an octave lower than normal and it sends a delicious chill down your spine despite the harsh words. If anything, you love them.

The hand he used to press into your back suddenly moves and you’re grateful for the relief, yet you jerk your body wildly when he uses it to circle his fingers around your clit instead.

“Yeah, you love this dick, don’t you? Love it so much you want the party to know.” There’s strain in his voice and his hips spend less time separated from your ass; he’s as close to cumming as you are.

Again, you hum against his hand in confirmation.

“Gonna cum in this pussy, baby. Cum so deep- fuck, you’re so warm.”

Small whines begin to emerge from his throat and his speed increases tenfold, yet he barely rears back from your cunt now. Instead, he humps away at your pussy like a needy bunny desperate for release.

Your hands scramble against the window and scratch in search of purchase while your pussy tightens up in preparation for your orgasm. Taehyung let’s his hand leave your mouth and you panic when he grabs both of your hips in his hands to fuck into you like a madman because your mouth is left uncovered and subject to the horribly loud moan you’re about to release into the house.

Just as your pussy seizes up and you cum, you glance out the window.

Jungkook stares up at you from the backyard.

He has a palm over his clothed cock and, mortifyingly, you cum soundlessly with your mouth hung open as you maintain shocked eye-contact with him.

Taehyung growls and spills every spurt of his spunk deep inside you, clutching your body close and pressing himself as close against you as he possibly can. Your thighs tremble and you try to look anywhere but at the boy staring up at you, but you can’t seem to ignore the thrill of being caught by someone- even if he’s so high that he probably thinks he’s hallucinating.

“Tae,” You whisper once you’ve come down from your own high, heaving for breath. “Jungkook is looking at us.”

Taehyung hisses and leans over you to look at where you’re looking. “What?” When he sees the dumbass just staring up at the two of you, wide eyes unwavering from you, he growls. “That fucking idiot.”

Jungkook must finally catch up to the fact that he’s been caught staring, despite it being a few seconds too late, because he turns beet red and looks down while yanking his hand away from his cock.

Taehyung carefully slides out of you and fumbles for his phone in his pocket, most likely to call Jungkook. You begin opening Jimin’s bathroom drawers in search of some sort of wipes and celebrate internally when you find his baby wipes next to a box of condoms.

As you clean yourself of your boyfriend’s cum, Taehyung puts his phone on speaker and lets it drone on into the call with the guy who saw you fucking in a place you should have not been fucking in.

“Hey dude.” Jungkook casually answers as if nothing happened.

“You will not tell a single soul what you saw, you prick.”

The stoned one laughs. “I wouldn’t dream of it. You’d go off and tell everyone I’m a cuck for being a creep and watching you fuck your girlfriend.”

“That would just be in bad taste.”

Merry Christmas, Fae! Hope you liked it!

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straykids-gives-me-life · 2 years

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MASTERLIST

{s} - smut

BTS

HC's

Dating Seokjin

Dating Yoongi

Dating Hoseok

Dating Namjoon

Dating Jimin

Dating Taehyung

Dating Jungkook

BTS when you are sick

BTS when another guy is too close

Short Stories

The Persuader - M.Y.G

One and only - K.N.J

Save me - P.J.M

Oneshots

The Cabin -J.J.K {s}

Euphoria - J.J.K {s}

After Show - J.S.H

Imagine - M.Y.G

Broken - P.J.M

Smile - K.S.J

Studying - K.N.J {s}

Be Quiet - M.Y.G {s}

Waking up Hard - K.S.J {s}

Series

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Extras (mostly Straykids)

HC's

Dating Straykids (hyung line + hyunjin)

Dating Straykids (maknae line)

Straykids when you feel uncomfortable around a guy at a bar

Straykids when you sit on their lap when gaming

Straykids when you play with their hair

Straykids when you're sick

Staring at his lips during an argument

Straykids when you are sad

Straykids when a guy disrespects you

Straykids when you break up with them

Straykids favourite places to kiss you

Straykids when you have an argument

Straykids when a restaurant gives you a food you're allergic to

Straykids when you're on your period

Oneshots

Over the Counter - Hwang Hyunjin {s}

Holiday fling - Lee Minho {s}

Short Stories

Series

Lovers - SKZ

Straykids texts masterlist

Too Hot to Handle - Hwang Hyunjin

Extras masterlist

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flowerwrites06 · 3 years

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bow to you IV — jjk

Pairing(s): King!Jungkook x Queen!OC (Name: Belle)

Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+

Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series

Genre: Royal AU | Marriage AU

Word Count: 5.6k

Tags & Warnings: infidelity, cheating, lots of crying and screaming, marital problems, royal marriage troubles, a crap ton of back and forth fighting, jungkook is something else dude, ANGST, coarse language, mild violence, sexual content (both explicit and non-explicit), toxic dynamics

Authors Note: this is a bit longer than the usual chapter length but I hope you like the new update my screwed up royal couple. Send in your thoughts as always!

Wintery wisps of breeze made the ivory fur lining on her red cloak shiver. The unpredictable weather sent aches to her body, making it irritating to stand on the stone grounds of the entrance courtyard of the palace. Belle peered from the brim of her red parasol. She saw the violet and silver palanquin arrive, the carriers’ pants dirtied by the residue of storm on the ground.

Jungkook stood proud in his gold and black clothing, sweat forming pearlets on his neck and temple from the humidity. They’d been deeply silent and distant between each formal event but there were some marital duties they had perform. Particularly, their marriage anniversary. People came together for this anniversary as a holiday and some royals even visited to relax and retreat in the great palace. This year, King Taehyung came for a visit.

The palanquin paused and two servants with black robes placed a rug to give their King a clean path. Lilac curtains drawn, Taehyung stepped out with an extravagant aubergine robe. Brown and curly hair, glowing tan skin and a smile that brightened the greyness of the day. His charming aura spread like hypnotic perfume as her ladies blushed in his presence and tried not to jump in excitement.

Taehyung greeted Jungkook with his arms wide open. “Jungkook.” He pulled him in for a hug.

“I’m glad you could make it to the ceremony.” Jungkook patted his back.

“Of course. Congratulations on seven years of marriage.” Taehyungs’ gaze flickered from Jungkook to Belle, eyes immediately softened. “My lady.” He gave a deep bow. “You’re looking beautiful as always.”

“Thank you, Taehyung.” Belle smiled.

Jungkook habitually placed a hand on the small of her back, rubbing up and down at a slow pace. “I hope your journey was comfortable.”

Taehyung placed his arms behind his back with that same smile, brown eyes glinting in all its beauty. “I feel bad for my servants for having to walk through thick layers of mud.” He gestured to the ones in black robes.

Jungkook hummed, slamming a heavy hand on Taehyungs’ shoulder after detaching from her. “Come, I need to show you around.”

Belle took a deep breath from the congestion in her chest. She had a feeling of what he was going to show the King. Like he’d been showing off to his subjects and nobles. All the beauties of the town in his grasp, decorated in jewels and silks. Staring up at the men, she noticed Taehyungs’ eyes on her. She tried to give him a forced smile but even the charming prince sent a look of suspicion.

***

The green one was pregnant. Before they could move onto any other celebrations, Jungkook had already disappeared off to his harem building while Belle sat in her tea room. Peach tea and one of her favourite poetry books rested on the red wood table. Rain began pitter pattering again, casting sparkles of dew on the nearby blossoms peeking through the circular window.

Usually Jungkook would sit with her here while they spoke about their future. So many plans. So many dreams of where they would be in years to come. Niether of them predicted this. Or maybe Jungkook did and he chose not to tell her.

Of all the emotions swirling through her head, tightening in her chest and pushing her to wailing, this felt new. A deep and lasting sense of melancholy. Jungkook was reveling in his joy of expecting a child with another woman while she sat here—feeling numb.

“Pardon me, Your Majesty.” Taehyungs’ voice pulled her back to reality. He closed the door behind him. “I thought you could use some company.” Unlike the sparkly charm he gave people in public, here he offered a genuine smile; soft and caring.

Although that could’ve also been staged, Belle didn’t know how to be sure anymore. She tightened her robe closer to her body. Her formal red attire replaced with a comfortable honey dress that pooled around her as she sat on the wooden platform. “Shouldn’t you be with the King? He must want you to join in his festivities.” She traced her finger on the brim of her cup.

Taehyung walked to the table and sat on the other side of the table with an audible sigh. “I think Jungkook has enough attention on me right now.”

Belle tried to attempt a smile but her mental exhaustion only pushed her further down. “He got what he wanted. I heard one of the others showed pregnancy signs too.” She absentmindedly traced her finger pad on the top of the book. “He’s getting his heirs.” Her voice nearly cracked.

Taehyung rested back against the window, long fingers tapping on the wood. “What’s the book about?”

“It’s a collection of poems about two friends who run away together.” Belle smiled to herself. “My mother really liked it. One of them was a writer and the other a singer so they would tell romantic tales at every tavern they visited. It’s only towards the end that we realize the writer was writing out her feelings to the singer and the singer was personally serenading the writer.”

Taehyung chuckled softly. “Oblivious artists.” He rubbed his bottom lips with a ringed finger. “It’s a beautiful story though.”

“I used to dream about love stories like this when I was younger.” Sadness glazed over Belle’s eyes, the dull throb in her chest returning. “Now it’s all I have left to hold onto love.” She caressed the wet stains on the pages of the book from her tears, still leaving a patch on the surface after a while.

“I’m sure Jungkook loves you.” Taehyungs’ voice lowered in a loving murmur.

Belle held in a scoff. If there was love, it definitely didn’t show in his last kiss on her lips. Nor did it show in the irritated look he gives her. If there was love, it was giving her the most pain she’d ever felt since her third miscarriage. This king wouldn’t want to hear all of that so she succumbed to keeping her smile. “I’m sure he does love me. Within the Kings’ logic.”

Steam thinned from her current teacup so she downed most of the liquid, eyes flickered to the window. The peace blossoms lost most of its flowers, warning her of the coming winter.

“I don’t say that to belittle your feelings, Your Majesty.” Taehyung leaned forward. His long arms took up most of the table, fingers lingering near her book and hand. “What the King is doing isn’t right-minded. I haven’t quite reached the point of monarch madness where I think that way.”

“Maybe you need to get married to reach it.” Belle failed to hold back the nudge of frustration that crept up her spine.

Taehyung merely chuckled, scratching his temple. “I suppose I deserved that.” His thumb shyly brushed against the back of her hand. “My honest opinion of you would get me into trouble with the King, my lady. Forgive me if I don’t speak too many comforts. But if I were married to you and this were our marriage anniversary—I’d be just like I am now, sitting with you and enjoying your presence.”

Shy thumb transformed into a confident caress to the back of her hand. Belle hated that she felt comforted by the touch. It’d been so long since she received any kind of touch that wasn’t just her maidens putting on her clothes or helping to bathe her. This was a willing caress, bringing warmth deeper beyond her skin into her chest and stomach.

“It doesn’t seem like you fear Jungkook too much.”

Taehyung smirked, sneaking his fingers in between hers like an interwoven basket. “Maybe I like comforting you more than I fear the King.”

Belle didn’t know how it was impossible. The dull throbbing was replaced with that overwhelming warmth, reaching up to burn her cheeks.

“My lady…” One of the maidens burst through the doors. Before Taehyung could pull his hand away, the maidens’ large eyes already plastered on them. The young girl tried her best not to look shocked by it but the flush of her cheeks gave her away more than words. “We must ready you for the banquet, my Queen.” She bowed. “Please come with me.”

“I’ll leave you to it, my lady.” Taehyung got up to his feet and bowed, darkened eyes pierced into her without blinking before he walked away.

The maiden reddened even more as the King passed and exited the room.

All the while, Belle felt unbearable heat under her skin.

***

The banquet never lost its extravagance even though the marriage did. Gold and red tapestries, shimmering trinkets hanging on every inch of the room, the finest wines swirling the air and every dress more glamorous than the next.

Belle was adorned in another red dress, golden headdress fastened on her head with two red ribbons hanging down to her shoulders. Her maidens had to constantly fix her dress so it wouldn’t get caught on the throne.

Jungkook sat next to her with his own black and red ensemble. He stopped wearing his crown from frequent headaches. The shadows under his eyes had darkened more than she expected. After hearing news of the pregnancy, Jungkook grew more silent than ever before, barely looking at her when they situated themselves in the banquet room. His jawline looked sharper from lack of proper meals but the muscles from excessive training grew ever prominent. If he wasn’t trying to put heirs in his concubines or dealing with court matters, he was out on the training grounds for hours.

Belle wondered if he ever slept anymore.

Unable to take the silence any longer, Belle mustered herself to speak. “Is she well?” she asked. Even in her frustration she tried not to refer to the concubine as the green one.

“Who?”

“The mother of your child.”

Jungkook shifted like his back was itching terribly all of a sudden. “She’s well.” His vocabulary shortened every time she spoke to him.

“Why do you look so upset then?” Belle tilted her head. A bad decision when her headdress tried to pull her down to the table.

Dark eyes flickered towards her, unreadable yet firm at the same time. His calloused hand held onto hers, interweaving their fingers so Belle couldn’t pull out of the grasp. “Can we not talk about this during our anniversary?”

“You were just—gone for the whole day.” Belle looked ahead to the grand hall with its jade floors and gold pillars. She caught a glimpse of Taehyung speaking to a group of giggling noble ladies, his arms clasped behind his back politely. “I expected you to be elated.” The moment Taehyungs’ eyes landed on her, she felt the burn on her cheeks again.

Softened gaze, he gave an acknowledged nod and smile.

It was near shameful how much those miniscule actions meant to her and the liveliness of her heart. Belle forced herself to look down on her plate decorated with moon cakes.

“From what I heard, you weren’t completely alone on our anniversary either.” Jungkooks’ rasped voice pulled her attention back towards him. The deepened shadows under his eyes and the glazed look from alcohol rushing through his bloodstream made him look terrifying. His rough hand tightened around hers.

“Would it ease your ego if I was alone today?” That look could’ve scared anyone else in this room but not her. Though the grip of his hand began forcing her rings to dug into her skin. “You’re hurting my hand, Jungkook.” Belle spoke the words like they were secret whispers to a lover.

Jungkook released her hand and took another generous swig of his wine. Like an actor changing his roles abruptly, he gave a large grin to the crowd. “King Taehyung!”

Taehyung raised his brows, polite smile ghosted on his face as Jungkook jumped up to his feet and walked towards him.

“I would like to thank you for coming to the celebration of my love.” Jungkook pressed his palms to his own chest.

“Of course, Your Majesty.”

Belle felt anxiety pricking at the back of her mind. The eyes of the court were on them though, she had to maintain an air of happiness and joy. This was meant to be a happy day.

“You know…” Jungkook cleared his throat. “My wife and I met during war. She gave my kingdom aid and personally came into my tent and said—you’re going to win this war and come back to me.” He wiggled a finger at Taehyung who listened politely. “If it wasn’t for her, my kingdom and I would probably have never survived that final battle. She’s the reason for my second chance at life when most princes would’ve lost their lives.” The people in the court murmured in awe.

“I was the youngest in my family out of twelve children, nobody thought I’d make it to kingship. Not until I won that war and gained an alliance from one of the most powerful kingdoms.” He turned on his heel, piercing those darkened, unreadable eyes on Belle. “All because of her. My sun and moon. My sea and stars.”

Of all the cruel things he could’ve done in the past few weeks, this was the worst of them. He spoke of their story like he still knew what it meant to them. But it laced with a bitterness only she could recognize. Jungkook was confronting her through fluff and illusion. Stuffing everyone’s eyes with comfortable cotton so even the ladies who had heard gossip of the tea room stared at her in slight contempt.

Belle felt tears blur her eyes. How dare he use that story—the memories she held precious to her heart—in this way? Like a pawn in his chess game.

“Taehyung.” Jungkook slapped his back playfully. “You’re a strong man, aren’t you?”

“I’d like to think so.” Taehyung chuckled nervously.

“How would you like a friendly wager? Hm? An arm wrestle.” Jungkook walked back to the table and placed his cup.

“What’s the wager?”

“If you win, you get to have one of my concubines.” Jungkook smirked, resting his arm over Taehyungs’ shoulder and forcing him to bend down. He spoke in a lower tone so the other nobles couldn’t quite hear them. “If I win…you stay the hell away from my wife and leave this kingdom with half the limbs you came with.”

Anxiety burst in her belly like acid eating through her stomach, the nape of her neck burning hot until she could feel sweat forming on her back. “Jungkook…” she muttered under her breath.

“What do you say, your Majesty?” Jungkook pretended not to hear her. “It’s a wager?”

Taehyung took a deep breath, fingers shaking as he tried to get into a comfortable standing position. “Your Majesty, I meant no offense…”

Jungkook hummed. “I’m sure you didn’t.” He patted his back. “Set up a table for me and his Majesty! And a chair closer for the Queen.”

All her years of training to be quaint and hide her emotions melted into the searing pain in her stomach. The maidens helped her stand to her feet while a servant placed her chair near a wooden table. She had to grip onto one of the maidens hand to keep herself steady as she finally dropped to the velvet seat.

It didn’t help that Taehyung couldn’t suppress his panic in his long fingers, trembling and struggling to be contained.

Jungkook took off his robe and rolled up the sleeves of his undershirt. She could feel his gaze on her but refused to look him in the eye. Right now more than ever, Belle felt a strange sensation of dread from his presence. And perhaps a bit of genuine sadness.

His calloused hand came down to caress her cheek causing her breathing to slow. He leaned down and touched his lips to her ear. “Keep your smile, my heart. People are watching.” Jungkook ended the eerie statement with a kiss on her cheek.

Belle pretended to smile as if he’d spoken something sweet.

Jungkook walked towards the wooden table, resting his elbow and relaxing his fingers. Taehyung hesitated but eventually garnered enough courage to grab onto his hand. A council member sounded out the beginning of the arm wrestle match while the ladies of the court gathered to the side they took. Even though it seemed that Taehyungs’ confidence would help his win, nothing beat Jungkooks’ strength.

Belle spent most of her life admiring that strength. Today it felt like a bad dream recurring another night.

Jungkook pushed Taehyungs’ arm down like it was a small bag of flour though there was no satisfied smirk on his face. The court roared in applause at their Kings’ victory. None of them really heard the true terms of the arm wrestle. Taehyung, on the other hand, curled up within himself at his chair unable to move a muscle.

His kingdom was a small one, nearly forgettable. Jungkook could easily take him out of the picture and no one would tell the difference. The way he stared at Taehyung made it clear how much of an insect he was compared to him and Belle couldn’t help but feel nauseated.

Did she cause this? The King needed heirs which is why he had the harem. What was her reason? She wanted the attention. She wanted to be seen and pull someones’ interest again. Despite Jungkooks’ disloyalty, the people would still admire his reason more than her own.

Trembling hands hid underneath her floral embroidered sleeves as Belle tried to gather her thoughts. She had to stop this somehow.

***

Jungkook didn’t stop drinking. He must’ve been on his fifteenth glass when his guards dragged Taehyung out onto one of the gazebos. All the other members of courts were either drifted to sleep or too drunk to care about what was happening. Taehyungs’ own servants and guards were nowhere to be found.

Belle resorted to taking most of her clothes off in her bed chambers and changed into a flowing crème dress with a robe for warmth. Her maidens kept calling out to her, chasing after her to stay in her bed chambers but most of the sound was blocked out by the drumming of her heart. Maybe it wasn’t her fault that Taehyung tried to seep through her vulnerability into her affection but it didn’t excuse his torture.

She sprinted towards the gazebo lit up with lanterns, whisking past a drunken couple laughing away while the lady tried to hold up her headdress.

When Belle arrived, Taehyungs’ body whipped to the side from a punch. Jungkooks’ back could’ve exuded steam from the heat of his anger but his movements were sloppy from the excessive drinking. A terrified servant kept holding a tray filled with new alcohol for the King to consume.

“Jungkook!” Belle stood in front of him before he could raise his fist again.

Hair covered most of his infuriated eyes, sweat thickly layered over his skin and the pungent scent of alcohol wafted from his aura. “You’re defending him now.”

“He’s a King in his own right, you can’t just start swinging punches at him.” She reached out and pushed his pulsating arm down.

“I won the wrestling match fair and square,” Jungkook slurred. Darkened eyes trailed up and down her form as he cupped her cheek with his injured fist. “I’m fighting for your honor, see?”

“You don’t need to fight for my honor. He’s supposed to be our political ally.”

“He’s nothing.” Jungkook emphasized for Taehyung particularly as he buried his hands knuckle deep into her hair, blood sticking to her curls. “He was going to take advantage of you. Don’t you know that?”

Belle pressed her lips together, pushing his hand away. “I can handle myself just fine. Besides I don’t think there’s much of my honor left thanks to you.” Of all the people who could think to protect her honor was the man who flaunted his mistresses in her face like they were his kingly duty.

Jungkook scoffed, sending a sharp glare to Taehyung like he was ready to swing his fists again. But he didn’t move a muscle. “Take him away. And ensure he gets a physician on him.”

Like a dead animal, the guards dragged Taehyung out of the gazebo, leaving Belle and Jungkook alone again. Save for the servant who tried to take deep breaths to calm their anxiety.

“Would you have fucked him?” Jungkook padded to the tray of alcohol.

Belle gritted her teeth to calm some of the anger slowly brewing in her stomach. “I’m not you. Either way, what business is it to you now? We’re officially separated whether you like it or not.”

“Whether I like it or not—” Jungkook chuckled. “Is that right?” He smirked her way. “So me fucking my concubines is no big issue now. I can even make one of them my wife. It would legitimize Lula. I could even have multiple wives, some Kings do that.” He swung his cup around, carelessly letting the liquid pour over his hand without a care.

Belle almost wanted to laugh herself at the display before her. “How beautifully you can lie to those people in the court. Using the story that’s most precious to me to your advantage.”

Jungkook smile soured into a ghost of a frown. “That story is precious to me too, Belle.” He pointed the cup at her. “Don’t take that away from me too.”

“Yes, of course. You can have everything.” Belle shook her head. “While I can’t even speak to another person. I don’t know if you realize but maybe I just wanted someone to talk to, not sleep with.”

“That’s not what he wanted.”

“Even I know that’s not the reason you made this whole scene.” Belle let out a small chuckle, cheeks now burning in frustration than anything else. “You don’t want me to move away from you. You want everything together and neatly organized like your little dollhouse, don’t you?”

“So what if I do? Are you saying you really want to stray away from me?” Jungkook winced. “Why do the whole non-political separation then? Leave the whole kingdom completely if it deeply hurts you that much.” He roughly gestured outside of the gazebo.

She felt something eat into her stomach again, a sharp pain that forced her knees to tremble. “I stayed because I care about this kingdom.” Belle pursed her shaking lips together. “But perhaps you’re right. If I am so disgusted by your behaviour then I should distance myself properly.”

Jungkooks’ rough stance flickered in and out of its strength. His jawline was so tight that it may cracked a few teeth but his flexed arms softened, legs slowly losing its attack stance to a relaxed stand. “You wouldn’t do that.”

“You can tell yourself whatever you please, your Majesty.” Belle smiled, a strange venom on her tongue when she spoke that title. “As for me, I think I’ve had my fill of whatever one could call this relation between us. You have your legitimized heir ready for you and I’m sure many more to come.” She nodded behind him as her vision started to blur. If this final resort had ever arrived at their doorstep, Belle believed she would have the resolve to be emotionless. Yet her heart still squeezed. Still yearned like it was the first fight they were having. Some naïve part of her still wanted to wait it out and hope nothing else would come up or go wrong between them.

“Belle, I’m being serious. Stop it.” Jungkooks’ voice deepened and steadied like all the alcohol drained out of his body through the words he spoke.

“So am I.” Belles’ throat clogged most of her words. Her fingers tightened in fists to calm her frustrations but the trembling only transferred down to her knees. “Stop trying to treat my heart like it’s a child on a tantrum. For once, look me in the eye and listen to what I have to say seriously.” She blinked, letting a rebellious tear fall down her cheek. “I have had it. If you want a quiet, tolerant queen who will let you do whatever you want then marry one of those coloured dresses.” She waved her hand. “It’s not going to be me. Ever.”

Belle turned on her heel and walked back to her chambers.

***

“You’re leaving, Your Majesty?” One of the maidens asked her in a meek voice. Some of the younger ones had terrified looks on their faces. If Belle left then they would have to care for the concubines who were known not to be kind.

There were too many things pulling her to stay here and too many things pushing her to get out. Belle needed to clear her head. Away from the nightly noises and tainted memories. She needed to go back home where she was able to be herself. Her palace was left maintained by her servants and taken care of by her closest council member. Yet another part of her—the one who was a mature, seasoned Queen—didn’t want to accept defeat or submission. That Queen built this kingdom from war with her beloved King. Both their blood, sweat and tears seeped into the infrastructure of their new buildings and healthy lifestyle of their people. Would she truly crumble here? End her story here?

“I’m so sorry…I tried to stay here and be alright with it.” Belle tried to attempt a smile. She thought the non-political alliance would work and it could be the end of it. Belle and Jungkook could live in a distance. But the moment Belle tried to steer away, he’d come back and try to take it away from her.

Another maiden tried to protest with a breath until the door slammed open, almost breaking the hinges. The maidens yelped and backed away from the furious and steaming King that stomped inside, albeit with a bit of a stumble in his step.

“Get out,” Jungkook ordered. “Out!” His voice boomed across the room making the maidens scurry outside like a crowd of insects before one of them closed the door.

Belle sat on the side of her bed, fingers clasped together. “What’re you—”

“No!” He lifted a shaky finger, bloodshot eyes pierced on her. “You listen to me.”

Belle held his gaze in defiance.

“If you leave this kingdom then whatever I’ve done means nothing. Do you understand?” Jungkook tried to lower his voice but it sounded strained. “I didn’t want to wake up another morning or middle of the night seeing you crying and bleeding and holding our dead baby in your arms. I didn’t want to see you in pain another day of my life. Do you not understand that?!”

Her heart dropped to her stomach.

“You know how I felt when I found out Lula was pregnant? Huh?” Jungkook dropped to his knees and grabbed onto her dress. “How do you think I felt? You tell me.”

Belle stammered as the thick waft of alcohol hit her nostrils. “Happy?”

“Nothing.” Jungkook chuckled like a man on the brink of madness. “I felt absolutely nothing. She looked like a stranger who just happened to be pregnant. Do you know how that makes me feel?” Shaking hands held onto hers. “I gave up our marriage and you to do all this. Only to have no reaction whatsoever to a woman carrying my own child.”

“Jungkook, if you’re trying to make this into—”

“I’m not trying to do anything! That’s the point!” Jungkook gripped onto her hands for dear life before pressing his lips against them to keep himself quiet. “I really wasn’t trying to hurt you, I really truly wasn’t. I mean I was angry seeing you with Taehyung but—it’s that I want you to be unhappy.” He opened up one of Belle’s palms and pressed it against his hot cheek. “I need heirs…but I need you.” A light sob passed his lips as he rubbed Belles’ stomach with his other hand. “I need to have my heirs with you. Nurtured by you. Even mourned by you but it needs to be you.”

All her resolve crumbled into a weakened sob; parts of her mind screamed at her to pull away but another part didn’t want to listen. The part that was desperate to feel this connection again, to see Jungkook show some kind of vulnerability towards her after so long—triumphed over everything else.

Jungkook placed a kiss on the underside of her palm, then her clothed thigh as his other hand gripped onto the curve of her waist. “Let me stay here for tonight.”

“Jungkook…” Belle shook her head.

“No, please.” He buried his tear stricken face against her dress. “Please.” Sniffling, Jungkook lifted his head and held onto a piece of Belles’ hair. “Allow me the night of our anniversary—to be your husband again.”

Warmth travelled down her spine and spread across her chest; her stomach ran wild with butterflies like they were having their first night together. One night. One night to live in a pretty lie that feels comfortable and familiar. That Queen part of her screamed out again nudging her to bring back her place in the kingdom. She was not a simple wife. She wasn’t going to run away and live in a fantasy world as a princess, not her. “Can you grant me something in return for this night?”

A ghost of a smile appeared on Jungkooks’ lips as he pressed her hand to his chest, making her feel his rushing heartbeat. “Anything.”

“I will take care of and instruct the concubines personally.” Belle felt a bitter taste in her mouth from her coming nausea. “They will not belong to you nor will they be allowed to marry you. Their children will be tutored in lessons I choose and they will also marry whomever I choose.” She desperately tried to keep a sturdy voice but it kept shaking at the very thought of having to interact with those women. But this was the only way to gain some control without breaking a political alliance. It wasn’t just Jungkooks’ kingdom anymore. It was her home too. No damned harem and unstable King was going to take her away from her. With a hardened determination, she fixated her eyes on Jungkook with not a flinch of her fingers or a twitch of her eyes. “Taking care of heirs and pleasing the King is my duty…return my duty back to me.”

Jungkook examined her expression, trying to understand why she had to make this declaration. Belle suspected that she would reinstate their marriage but she knew they had gone too far for a re-marriage to be appropriate. This was the only way to maintain the alliance and keep the King in check.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked.

Belle gulped down the lump in her throat. “I am.”

“I’ll make the preparations tomorrow. I promise.” Jungkook smiled, cupping her cheek and pressed his forehead against hers. “Oh my love, I’ll do anything you want…so long as you stay with me.”

Except get rid of the concubines and heal this marriage, Belle bit down her comment. Gentle touches became desperate, Jungkooks’ rough hand felt down her neck and chest, trying to get every inch of her. Without warning, his lips latched onto the curves of her breasts, kissing up to the side of her neck until he bit onto a patch of skin. His breathing was hot and heavy.

Every kiss was sloppier than the next, every movement more clumsy as the alcohol took over most of his energy. This wasn’t the first time Jungkook touched her when he was drunk but before it was different. They were filled with true passion and not suppressed tension towards each other.

Jungkook now was impatient as he pushed her onto her back and lifted her dress to bunch at her hips. Belle couldn’t help but admit that she wanted more of it. She’d been deprived of his touch for so long that even this clumsy act of kissing her jawline and perching between her legs was enough to make her stomach warm. She needed this badly. Pulling off her neck, Jungkook hovered over her properly, black hair falling over his face.

“Talk to me,” he whispered. Fingers caressed the hem of her chest, forcing him to stumble down on his elbow. “Tell me how it feels.” He kissed her collarbone; his wandering fingers pulled down the fabric to show more glimpses of her breasts. Eyes then fixated on her to wait for her answer.

Belle smiled and nodded. “It feels good.”

Jungkook hummed, taking one of her breasts into his mouth. A wave of pleasure after so long being untouched, flourished through her body, awakening dormant nerves. He sucked on each breast like it was his last meal. Frantically, his right hand moved to undo his pants, already hard and blushing at the tip.

Belle felt her walls stretch before she could see it in the hidden mess of their clothing. She spread her legs and encased around his hips, feeling his length bury deep inside her until her core pulsated to welcome it.

Jungkook had both elbows resting on either side of her, sweat-layered foreheads pressed together as the heat grew unbearable. Though there was no more patience left to take their clothes off when he began grinding into her. Hard, slow thrusts. Moving his entire shaft fully inside until it was completely swallowed and barely pulling out, ensuring that the feeling of him would linger.

Belle gripped onto his back, pulling at the fabric as the warmth tugged at her lower belly. It wasn’t like it used to be. She knew it wasn’t the same. But a stubborn part of her sank the thought, taking in the pleasures of the night however she could. This night would be the start of her journey to control.

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lfklhp · 2 years

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Jimin 🐥 Fic Rec

Note.

💜 = personal favorites / ✓ = completed / ✐ = ongoing / ✗ = discontinued, on hiatus / strike through = deactiavted, deleted

Oneshots/Drabbles

Supernatural / Fantasy / Magic / Superhero AU

Crescent Bound {M} - Jimin 💜 s f | werewolf au

Part of the Crescent Bound Series

Vamps and Wolves (3.8k) s | werewolf au - Part 2

Part of the wolf au by the author

Ignorantly, Yours f s a | werewolf au, best friends to lovers

The Dark Side of the Moon (11.1k) s a f | werewolf au

Lovebug (12k) a, f, s | hybrid au

Sucker (10.9k) s a | vampire au

Nectar (16k) s a f | vampire au, roommate au, college au

The Ocean (8.6k) f | mermaid au

Finding Home 💜 (11.8k) f | witch au

Cherry Blossoms (12k) a, f | magic au, university au, student/mentor au

Worshipers of the Spring (9.5k) a, f, s | god au

Part of The Worshiper Series

Something in the Walls (44k) horror, s | demon au, supernatural au

Christmas Mass (7.5k) horror, s | demon au

Hogwarts AU

Battle of Brains (25k) s ⎮ hogwarts, enemies to lovers

Part of The Reputation series

Amoris et Decorare (12k) a f s | hogwarts

The Language of Flowers (9.4k) f | hogwarts, friends to lovers

In for a Treat (8.5k) f | hogwarts, friends to lovers

Friends / FWB / Sibling’s Friend (vice versa) / Step-Sibling AU

Only You (11.4k) s a | best friends to lovers, dilf

Love, Secret Santa (36k) a, f, s | christmas au, friends to lovers (ft. taehyung)

Part of the 12 Days of Bangtan

Let’s Get Quizzical (28.6k) f, a, s | friends to lovers

You Got Me (20.6k) f, a | friends/fwb to lovers

I Still Want You (4.1k) a, s | fwb

College / High School AU

Chem Miss (12.8k) f s | college, TA/professor

Failure to Communicate (21k) s | college, TA

4 O’Clock (0.9k) f | college

You have a crush on him but are too flustered to talk to him f | college au

Artist / Idol / Band AU

Bare (3.5k) s f a | artist au

Never Falling (21k) s a | singer au, non-idol au

Sequel: Forever Falling (30.5k)

Co-workers / Work / CEO AU

The Happiest Place on Earth 💜 (24k) f s | disneyland, co-workers to lovers

Cordially, Jimin 💜 (6.1k) f | office au

Strawberry Cake s | yandere au, chef au, ceo au

Best Lover (6.9k) s | secret established relationship, masquerade, ceo au, pwp

Other AUs

All Fervent Manner (19.7k) s, a | established relationship

Nine to Five s f | doctor au

Spin-off of Take Five a f | doctor au, co-workers to lovers (2 ch ✓) (yoongi x reader)

Adonis (3.4k) f, crack | paramedic au

Sunburnt f s | spy au, lifeguard au

Everything (12.8k) a, s | arranged marriage

Part of the Bound series

Bloom (15k) s, f, lots of a | hanahaki au (2 ch ✓)

Hydrangeas (2.7k) a | hanahaki au

Part of the Flora & Fauna Series

First Snow, Last Kiss (15.5k) f, a, light s | winter au, architect reader, exes to lovers

Completed Series

Supernatural / Fantasy / Magic / Superhero AU

The Promised Iris 💜 f, slight a | fantasy, soulmate au (2 ch ✓)

Hogwarts AU

A Serpent’s Flower f a s | hogwarts, co-workers to lovers (2 ch ✓)

Sequel: Sowing a Sapling a f s (2 ch ✓)

Hogwarts Express (2.9k) f | hogwarts

Expecto Patronum (3.6k) f

Sorting Hat (0.3k) f

The Howler (3.6k) f

College / High School AU

Give Me Love a s f | college, enemies to lovers, fwb, fratboy au (9 ch ✓)

Prequel: Hide and Seek s, some f

Into It a, s | grad school au, idiots to lovers, strangers to lovers, infidelity (5 ch ✓)

Friends / FWB / Sibling’s Friend (vice versa) / Step-Sibling AU

Brother’s Best Friend s, little a ⎮ brother’s best friend (2 ch ✓)

Other AUs

Heartburn heavy a | infidelity (5 ch ✓)

Novocaine a, s | 1990s au, exes to lovers (3 ch ✓)

Part of the Rewind series

Oh, What a World f, a, s | fake marraige, idol au (16 ch ✓)

Incompleted Series

Growing Pains 💜 f, a | mafia au, brother's best friend, unrequited love (2 ch ✐ - Apr 15, 2022)

Part 2: In the Wake of Your Leave

Lust for Life (7.4k) s, f, slight a | step-brother's best friend, fwb to lovers, summer holiday, rich kids au, college au (2 ch ✐ - Jul 13, 2022)

It’s Okay, That’s Love a f s | water polo player, mental illness (6 ch ✗ - Jun 17, 2018)

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alpacaparkaseok · 3 years

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Happy Holidays - BTS Style

9. “Are you crying?”

16. “Wow. Are you always this…attractive?”

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

It doesn’t matter the time of day, weather, location, or season. There is one thing that Taehyung can almost always count on.

You’ll be reading.

It doesn’t matter what it is; you could be curled up on bed with your phone mere inches from your nose as you scroll through a short story you stumbled upon earlier. He’s seen you walking and reading at the same time, a feat he greatly admires. If you’re in the car, you’ve got an audiobook going on. In the bath? That’s the perfect time to read apparently. Waiting for him backstage? There’s sure to be a dog-eared book in your hands.

When Taehyung invites you over to his new apartment on Christmas afternoon, you show up with your new book you got for Christmas.

“What book is this?” Taehyung asks as he leads you inside. He moved in a couple of weeks ago, this certainly isn’t the first time you’ve been inside. He watches as you kick your shoes off and snuggle up closer to him, still a little cold from outside.

“Only another one of the splendid Agatha Christie’s books!” You gush, holding the book up for him to see. “You’ll have to read this one when I’m done, I’ve been dying to read it for a while now.”

Tae smiles at you, looping his arm around your shoulders and guiding you further into the house. He watches as your eyes light up when you see where he’s taking you.

“No way,” you breathe out.

Taehyung took the time to decorate his bay window with cushions, blankets, and even a little box for your books. The window provides the perfect view of the snow-covered trees and city beyond.

He can’t help but giggle like a schoolboy when you take off running toward it, diving into the pile of blankets and wrapping up in them as soon as possible. He rushes back to the kitchen to add the final touch: hot chocolate.

“Have I ever told you that I love you?” You ask, eyes wide as you reach out for the hot chocolate. Taehyung laughs again, making you scoot over so he can sit beside you.

“Yes, but I don’t think you’ve ever said it with that much conviction.”

You snort, rolling your eyes before taking a sip of the drink. As soon as you drink it, you sigh and relax into Taehyung’s chest. You’re a little dramatic, but that’s how he likes you.

Dramatically happy.

You shriek with laughter as Taehyung slips his arms around your waist and pulls you closer, nuzzling his face into your neck as you pull your book out.

The afternoon passes in a similar fashion, Taehyung basking in the comfortable silence as you flip through page after page, drinking in the story. Occasionally he’ll read along with you, but for the most part he busies himself with braiding sections of your hair and tracing pictures on your back.

He sighs out, placing a kiss on the back of your head as he looks out the window. There’s a part of him that wishes he could freeze this moment and come back to visit it whenever he wanted to. Moments like these are his favorites.

Quietly slipping away from the bay window, he grabs his glasses from his room. He’s on his way back to you when he sees your shoulders shaking.

Worried that you’re shivering from the cold, he rushes over with another blanket it tow only to find that you have tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Are you crying?” He asks, a little breathless as his heart drops. You turn to him with red-rimmed eyes, nodding. “Why are you crying, jagiya?”

You rub the tears away from your eyes, shaking your head. “The brother did it. Isn’t that horrible? How could he do that to his own flesh and blood?”

Taehyung stifles a laugh, immediately in immense relief that nothing is actually wrong. “Oh, you poor thing,” he coos. Settling back down beside you, he gives your tear-soaked cheeks a delicate kiss.

You close your eyes for a moment before opening them again and giving him a long look. He can tell by the way your eyes are roving over his face that you’re just noticing his glasses.

“Wow. Are you always this...attractive?”

Taehyung bursts into laughter at your comment, always taken by surprise by your sudden mood swings. You blush, realizing what you said.

“I mean, yes?” He says through his laughter. You bring the blanket up to your face, burying your head inside it as you try to hide. Taehyung won’t have it, though. Plucking your finished book from your hands and pulling you up into his lap and beginning to tickle you.

It would have made for the perfect ending to the perfect day, except for one thing.

He forgot about the hot chocolate.

That is, until he sent it flying and it splattered all over you. Fearing for his life, Taehyung didn't even bother to put a coat on before rushing out the front door and into the winter wonderland, hearing your frantic shouts behind him.

“You’ll pay for this, Taehyung!”

masterlist

#taehyung fluff #taehyung oneshot #bts fluff #taehyung holiday oneshot #bts holiday fluff #bts holiday oneshot #taehyung x reader #bts x reader #v x reader #v imagine #taehyung imagine #tae imagine #v onshot #tae x reader #bts requests #bts holiday #bts Christmas requests

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bookyeom · 2 years

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Hello everyone! Winter is my absolute favourite season, and I’ll be honest, I’m going to miss the deep Canadian winter since I’m spending this one in South Korea. I wanted to do this winter fic event so that we could all be inspired by the cold, snow, cosy sweaters, hot chocolate, etc. Frankly, this season gets my writing going like no other, and of course I wanted to extend the invite to anyone who wants to join!

If you’ve read any of my fics you know I’m a big fan of fluff, but I wholly welcome some angst, so feel free to join if you’re interested in either of those things! I really just want this to be a fun event that will hopefully spread some joy during the cold weather through our favourite boys :) I can’t wait to see what you all come up with - we’ve got some amazing writers on board already. Please reblog if you can to boost, and message me with any questions!

OFFICIAL MASTERLIST

The rules and the list of Sentence Starters are under the cut :)

RULES:

Select a sentence starter (or two! Or three!) from the list and message me to let me know which one(s) you’ll be doing, and for which member(s). More than one person can use the same prompt, as long as it’s a different member from one that’s already chosen! You don’t need to include the sentence starter in your fic - you can treat it more as a prompt for inspiration.

Your fic must be at least 1k, and it can be a oneshot or a series - it’s up to you!

The deadline to post and tag is December 25th.

Please reblog this post!

Disclaimer that your fic doesn’t have to be Christmas by any means - it can involve the holiday season, or simply just the actual winter season!

Your fic can be any trope, I just ask that you include it in the description as well as any warnings :)

There will be a tracked tag (#hellojkwinterwonderland), as well as a Masterlist that I will be reblogging and adding to up until the deadline.

SENTENCE STARTERS:

A/N: I’ve obviously put myself on a lot of these because I’m feeling super inspired, so don’t judge me for that and also feel free to do the same prompts as me if you want xx

“My mom knitted you a jumper.” - @hellojeongkook, reader x Seokjin

“I slipped on ice and broke a bone…” + “Can you stay a bit longer?” - @moon-write, reader x Seokjin

“How did that happen?”

“I wrote my first Christmas song. You were a huge inspiration for it.”

“You know you didn’t need mistletoe to get me to kiss you, right?” - @sunshinerainbowsbts, reader x Hoseok

“Look, I get that you love Christmas but your lights are kind of keeping me awake at night.” - @hellojeongkook, reader x Jimin

“Are you drunk?”

“I am in desperate need of a hug.”

“I thought you’d like this.”

“I broke a bone slipping on ice and ended up in the hospital and now the cute doctor won’t stop laughing at me when I told him the reason why I fell” - @reliablemittenmain, reader x Namjoon

“You look so cosy.”

“Can you stay for a bit longer?”

“I’m so sorry for spilling hot chocolate on you.” - @sunshinerainbowsbts, reader x Namjoon

“Was that you singing?” - @hellojeongkook, reader x Jungkook

“Your feet/hands are freezing, please stop touching me.”

“You hate me, so why did you remember that I like marshmallows in my hot chocolate?” + "Are you drunk?" - @kooks-cookie, reader x Jungkook

“Well, we’re stuck together because neither of us is going home in this weather.” - @tae-bebe, reader x Taehyung

“Aren’t you cold like that?”

“No one’s ever done that for me before.”

“What’s with the box?”

“Look, I get that you love Christmas but your lights are kind of keeping me awake at night.” - @fluffyydumplings, reader x Seokjin

“I’ll be honest - I hate the snow.”

“I’m personally offended that you didn’t get me to be your fake date.” - @hellojeongkook, reader x Taehyung

“Did you mean that?”

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

“It’s three in the morning.” - @taeshobipop

“You told me you knew how to skate!” “I lied.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“I bought this because it reminded me of you.”

“What’s going on?”

“It’s hand-holding season.” - @sunshinerainbowsbts, reader x Yoongi

“Are you blushing or are you cold?” - @parkdatjimin, reader x Jimin

“Is that my sweater?”

I slipped outside your house and you ran outside without shoes on to help me - @hellojeongkook, reader x Jungkook

“Please don’t let go of me.”

“Kiss me. Please?” @hellojeongkook, reader x Yoongi

#bts fic #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #hoseok x reader #namjoon x reader #yoongi x reader #seokjin x reader #jimin x reader #hellojkwinterwonderland

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softbobamilktae · 3 years

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Welcome to my master list! It is indefinitely inactive, but feel free to read my archives!

Last updated: March 18th 2022

Key: fluff-♡ | angst-♤ | crack-☆ | tw-♢

Oneshot Series

The Joys of Parenting Dad!BTS series masterlist

The Fate of the Lyrics

Holiday events

Christmas 2021 collab with @jiminie-and-his-pinky-finger

Fics: 0

*coming soon*

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Fics: 4

The Feeling is Mutual (one) Best Man!Jin x Maid of Honor!OC [♤/♡] - Jin and Jihyo hate each other’s guts, but when their best friends get married to each other, will they be able to suck up their pride and treat each other like human beings for a month?

Snow is Falling Outside, But I’m Falling for You [♡/☆/♤] 6.3k - Ashley goes home with Tae for Christmas as his fake date for the holidays. Little does she know, love (in the form of Tae’s older brother) is closer than she thinks. (Part of 2021 Christmas)

Sweet Talker [♡/♤] 9.8k - Isabelle is stuck working on a beach this summer, which wouldn’t be so bad, but everything about it reminds her of her first love. To make matters worse…it seems he decided to take a trip to said beach this summer. (Part of The Fate of the Lyrics)

It’s Not Easy to Keep a Christmas Secret [♡] 5.8k - Ashley thinks that announcing her pregnancy on Christmas is a great gift idea, but the trouble comes in when she tries to keep the secret from Jin…. (Part of 2022 Christmas)

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Fics: 1

Secret Sickness [♡] 1k - Tae comes down with a cold while the boys are out of town but won't tell anyone how he feels. Hobi takes it into his own hands to make sure Tae gets the rest he needs.

Christmas in July [♡/♤] - Charolette loves that they get to celebrate Christmas twice in a year, but her cranky roommate Yoongi disagrees. Can she convince him that it’s not as bad as he thinks? *coming eventually*

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Fics: 1

Secret Sickness [♡] 1k - Tae comes down with a cold while the boys are out of town but won't tell anyone how he feels. Hobi takes it into his own hands to make sure Tae gets the rest he needs.

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Fics: 1

Friendshipiversary, According to the Urban Dictionary Bookkeeper!Jimin x OC [♡] 0.9k - In celebration of their friendship anniversary, Zee takes Nani to her favorite bookstore, where a certain boy works.

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Fics: 12

From Best Friends to Best Lovers Artist!Taehyung x OC!Viola master list

Racing Heartbeat Doctor!Tae x OC [♡] 1.9k - Ms. Lin finds herself in a predicament when she passes out in a hospital and wakes up in the office of the doctor she's been infatuated with for a week.

Secret Sickness [♡] 1k - Tae comes down with a cold while the boys are out of town but won't tell anyone how he feels. Hobi takes it into his own hands to make sure Tae gets the rest he needs.

Rivals [♡/♤] 1.2k - Tae has been Salgu’s rival for as long as she can remember. They’re no strangers to pranking each other. But what happens when they get locked in the janitor’s closet together?

Beyond the Tower Walls [♡/♤/♢] 5.4k - Taehyung has spent his whole life living virtually alone in a tower, wishing he could just see once glimpse of the outside world until one day, a girl climbs through his window. That’s the day Taehyung’s life flips on its head.

A New Year’s Kiss [♡/♤] 3.3k - Taehyung and Anna have been best friends since the beginning of time, but now they’re going off to college. Will their friendship survive them attending two different colleges?

A Christmas Confession [♡/♤] 2.9k - Amber finds her heart conflicted when her crush and best friend of six years brings a girl home for Christmas. Can he mend her heart and their relationship? (Part of 2021 Christmas)

Champagne on the Beach [♡/♤] 3.7k - Taehyung and Sage find themselves in Bora Bora for a spring break trip set up by their university, but with a catch: the teachers have outlined a list of rules the students must follow on the trip. But what's a school trip without a bit of rule breaking?

Petals of Wax [♤/♡] 9.6k - Audrey, as the princess's lady-in-waiting, must escort the girl as she goes to meet her fiancé. The last thing the lady expected was to meet a suitor of her own, though.

Step Brother Lover [♤/♡/♢] 8.2k - Eden and Taehyung are horrified by the news that they’re about to become stepsiblings. Nothing would be illegal about their relationship, sure, but something about sharing parents made dating seem weird. This leads to a nasty break-up…but oh, wait, they live under the same roof now. (Part of The Fate of the Lyrics)

~drabbles~

My Princess [♡] - Prince!Tae drabble

My Queen [♡] - King!Tae drabble

Detective Kim - Face of Stone [♤,♡] Detective!Tae drabble

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Fics: 2

My Shadow Biker!Jungkook x Hairdresser!OC [♡/♤] 1k - Rose has been seeing the same tall, tattooed, dark-haired man in the coffee shop she visits for the past week. She finds him pretty attractive, but what will she do when he shows up at her work for a haircut?

A Drive-in Movie Date 80’s!Jungkook x OC [♡] 0.8k - Jungkook and Kimberley take a date to the drive-in to see Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. In Kimmy’s opinion, cuddling in the back of Jungkook’s beat-up truck is better than sitting in a movie theater.

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OT7

Stranded (one)(two) [♡/☆] 4.8k - It’s a normal evening. Jin has invited a few of his friends over for dinner, and Namjoon is finally back in town. That is, until it starts pouring. Now everyone is stuck at Jin’s house for the conceivable future. What will they do with their time?

The Secret Princes Club (one)(two) [♤/♡] 2.8k - Seven crown princes disappear from their homes on the same night. None of the them can be found, but what is the true reason behind their disappearance?

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Original works

Anything I’ve written here is not BTS fics

Frenemies (1) [♤] - Jewel is torn when one of her best friends is trash talking her behind her back. She separates herself from said friend to give herself peace of mind, but what happens when she starts missing her old friend?

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#bts masterpost #bts masterlist #namjoon fanfic #jin fanfic #yoongi fanfic #hobi fanfic #jimin fanfic #taehyung fanfic #jungkook fanfic

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theharrowing · 2 years

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❥ HOSEOK MASTER LIST

❣ All lists are in order of date posted with the most recent updates at the top!

❥ HOSEOK X READER

❣ Note: Sometimes there are still mem x mem relationships in my reader insert stories. If that bothers you, please do not proceed.

♡ - fluff | ☽ - smut | ☁ - angst | ✎ - wip | ☆ - personal fav

Hope For the Holidays | 1 part, 25.9k words, ☆ ❣ Hoseok x Non-binary (afab) Reader | ♡ ☁ ❣ strangers to lovers, chance encounters, hurt/comfort, sfw ↳ Meeting someone extraordinary and deciding to leave your partner of three years wasn’t quite what you had in mind for the holiday season, but life rarely goes as planned, does it?

Adrenaline | drabble, 1.7k words ❣ Hoseok x Female Reader x Jimin | ☽ ❣ no relationship established, idol au, poly, porn without plot ↳ You and Jimin celebrate with Hoseok—aka Jay—after his Hobipalooza performance

Outro: Tear | oneshot, 5.5k words ❣ Namjoon x Yoongi x Hoseok x Female Reader | ♡☽ ☁ ❣ strangers & friends to lovers, lovers to exes, hurt/comfort, poly ↳Your relationship with three amazing men felt like a dream come true until insecurity and failed communication caused everything to slowly fall apart.

Shaky Deposition | 7 parts, 35k words ❣ Hoseok x Female Reader x Yoongi | ☽ ☁ ❣ strangers to lovers, poly, lawyer au ⚠ infidelity ↳ Things are getting spicy with your fellow paralegal Jung Hoseok, when senior partner Min Yoongi takes an interest in you. It’s risky, but you choose to juggle the two of them, trying your best not to get caught.

Love is a Bloodsport | oneshot, 3k words ❣ Hoseok x Female Reader | ♡ ☽ ☁ ❣ strangers to lovers, college au ⚠ blood kink ↳ When you fall for the handsome man who doesn’t shy away from your frequent nose bleeds, you have no idea that the blood plays a role in his attraction to you.

A Taste of Paradise | oneshot, 8k words ❣ Hoseok x Female Reader | ♡ ☽ ☁ ❣ strangers to lovers, chance encounters ↳ A handsome stranger helps take your mind off of all of the drama that awaits you back home. It is bittersweet, isn’t it, how a chance encounter that makes you feel so good can also just leave you craving more.

Sharing is Caring | oneshot, 4.2k words ❣ OT7 x Female Reader | ♡ ☽ ❣ established & strangers to lovers, porn without plot, poly ↳ Your date with Taehyung ends with a bang when his roommates invite themselves into his bedroom, one by one.

❥ HOSEOK X MEMBER

♡ - fluff | ☽ - smut | ☁ - angst | ✎ - wip | ☆ - personal fav

Showstopper | 4 parts, 31.5k words, ✎ ❣ Hoseok x Yoongi | ♡ ☽ ☁ ❣ strangers to lovers, model & photographer au ↳ Hoseok knows the rumors. Everyone in the industry knows the rumors. Min Yoongi is a player. Min Yoongi is a snake. Stand in front of Min Yoongi’s camera, and you will be just another one of his victims—prey for him to use as he pleases and toss away when he gets bored.

Forever in His Shadow | 2 parts, 14.4k words, ✎ ❣ Yoongi x Hoseok | ♡☽ ☁ ❣ rivals to lovers, requited unrequited, artist au, camboy au ⚠ contains some intense bdsm acts - see fic for warnings ↳ These days, Yoongi has two major things going on in his life: 1.) He finally has his first big break at an esteemed art gallery, but he has to share the spotlight with his college rival, Jung Hoseok. 2.) He has been spending a lot of time watching a pretty dominant camboy who goes by the name Jay.

Dollhouse | 25 parts, 178.3k words, ☆ ❣ Hoseok x Namjoon, Jungkook x Yoongi | ♡ ☽ ☁ ❣ feat. Taehyung x Jimin, Hoseok x Taehyung x Jimin ❣ established & strangers to lovers, sci-fi au, body swap, poly ⚠ infidelity, graphic violence, major character injury, unhappy ending ↳ Hoseok’s job is simple: He enters the host’s body, he confiscates or terminates the target, and he gets back into his own body by dinnertime. Easy peasy. Until a host comes along whose body he becomes obsessed with and he questions whether or not he wants to come back to the real world or leave his old life behind.

Temptation on His Lips | oneshot, 16.3k words ❣ Hoseok x Seokjin | ☽ ♡ ❣ strangers to lovers, bdsm, very little plot ↳ During a chance encounter at a local kink event, Hoseok meets Seokjin—the handsome dominant who opens his eyes to a new world of pleasure.

Pretty in Pink (Make Him Purr) | oneshot, 15k words, ☆ ❣ Yoongi x OT6 | ♡ ☽ ☁ ❣ established relationships, canon compliant, animal play, marathon sex, light angst, very little plot ↳ Yoongi—long-established power top of the group—secretly wishes he could shed all of his responsibility and allow the members to take care of his needs while he’s dressed in a frilly pink kitten outfit. Well, it was a secret until Namjoon discovers the outfit, pulling the cat out of the bag, so to speak, and forcing Yoongi to decide whether to show that side of himself to the rest of the guys.

Now The Forest Knows My Secret | oneshot, 9k words ❣ Hoseok x Seokjin | ♡ ☽ ❣ friends to lovers, in the soop au, shapeshifting, semi-canon compliant, very little plot ↳ Seokjin told himself that if he caught up to Hoseok on his morning run through the forest, that he would finally confess to being in love with him, but instead he only finds a squirrel amongst the trees to open his heart to. Little does Seokjin know, Hoseok can shapeshift into a squirrel. 🐿️

❥ STORIES WHERE HOSEOK IS A SECONDARY CHARACTER

♡ - fluff | ☽ - smut | ☁ - angst | ✎ - wip | ☆ - personal fav

❥ MEMBER X READER

Boy Blue | 46 parts, 89 words + images of texts ❣ Taehyung x Female Reader x Yoongi | ♡ ☽ ☁ ❣ feat. Jungkook x Reader, Hoseok x Reader, Namjoon x Reader (kind of), Original Female Character x Reader, MxM ships ❣ strangers to lovers, college au, poly, hurt/comfort ⚠ graphic violence, dub/noncon, infidelity, drug use, yandere behavior (stalking, gaslighting, etc.) - see fic warnings ↳ While going through a painful but necessary breakup, you meet someone who is patient, kind, and understanding; everything you last ex was not. Or is he?

❥ MEMBER X MEMBER

Collateral | series, 21 parts, 171k words, ✎☆ ❣ Yoongi x Female Reader x Namjoon | ♡ ☽ ☁ ❣ feat. Taehyung x Jungkook, Seokjin x Hoseok, Jungkook x Reader ❣ strangers to lovers, mafia au, poly ⚠ drug use, graphic violence, dark themes - see fic warnings ↳Your ex-boyfriend gets in over his head working for the local mafia, and Boss Min has come to collect his payment: You. But was it simply a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or has he always had his sights on you?

Abyss | 5 parts, 51k words ❣ Seokjin x Taehyung x Jungkook | ♡ ☽ ☁ ❣ feat. Seokjin x Yoongi, mention of Taehyung x Namjoon ❣ friends & strangers to lovers, college au, hurt/comfort, poly ⚠ age gap, toxic relationships, intense sex without proper aftercare ↳ Campus fuckboy Taehyung likes to break hearts. After Jungkook falls victim to Taehyung’s games, Seokjin has decided that he’s going to take revenge by making Taehyung fall in love, only to give him a taste of his own medicine.

#hoseok master list #hoseok fanfic #hoseok smut #hoseok fluff #hoseok scenarios #hoseok x reader #hoseok x member

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missyourflight · 2 years

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first lines meme

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 published stories. (If you have less than 20, just list them all!) See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Tag some people to play the next round!

Ty lovely @useyourtelescope for the tag <3

1. let me photograph you in this light | F1

His mum would call it a lovely wedding, but she’d be being polite.

2. running soft through the night | F1

There’s a whole crowd of people around Charles’ car, red and gleaming low to the ground with its funny nose.

3. Somewhere in the heart of Rome | F1

The night is dragging later and later, Max is feeling flat and tired after yet another deathly boring reception in yet another city he’s not allowed to actually visit, and Horner won’t stop talking.

4. let's make a door | BTS

Yoongi snaps his fingers, and the flame sparks into life.

5. quite pretty | BTS

“Do you want a foot massage, hyung?” Jungkook says, very casually.

6. each part and grassy bits in between | BTS

Saturday morning.

7. let's explore your talent | BTS

The first time Jeongha saw Jimin’s tentacles was on a scouting mission.

8. Still Juicy | BTS

“Wow,” said Seokjin, dumping his bag on one of the beds.

9. Late Night Double Feature | BTS

“Hyung, put your glasses on,” Taehyung says, and Namjoon obeys him, sliding them up his nose, ready to begin.

10. swore I could feel you through the walls | BTS

The house has one of those circular driveways, and Namjoon imagines swinging the car in an arc around the sculpture and the flowers, looping all the way around and heading out the way he came: through the gates, to the airport, on a flight back to Seoul.

11. we'll reach up and hold their tails | BTS

“It’s not even networked,” he says through a mouthful of food.

12. you're breathing in my open mouth | IT

The night before he leaves, his last night in Derry maybe ever, Richie climbs in Eddie’s window.

13. Austenmail | Austenland

From: [email protected]

14. So let's say, I'll come another day | 1D

September 1999 - Zayn is 6, Liam is 25

15. B.L.T. | Some Girls

“That’s a sandwich,” Saz says.

16. if we be friends | 1D

“Did I not tell you, Lou?”

17. The Beginning of the Partnership | 1D

“Never seen a play before!”

18. running you with red | The Hour

They’ve been sending her out on her own for years, so it’s something of a surprise the day she finds him there, leaning against her bird and jabbing forcefully at a tablet.

19. crystal bones and filigree | Hanna

Hanna’s feet are always cold.

20. The Christmas Risotto Job | Fresh Meat

The appeal does not go entirely as hoped.

This was fun! AO3 archaeology always tickles me, like the layers of previous fandoms and Yuletide oneshots (before I got banned from Yuletide lol). Patterns IDK, I don't think I'm very good at writing openings generally (as soon as I have time I want to rewrite the first part of Roman Holiday bc I don't like it at all!). Quite a few opening with dialogue (my F1BB fic also opens with dialogue honk).

Favourites are the 1D time traveller's wife fic for ~sentimental reasons - that's still the longest and by far the most popular thing I've ever written lol. I also like the opening of quite pretty - straight off this is a silly story about foot stuff, and I like the JK voice.

tagging (but no pressure and just do as many as you like obvs!) @geluksalig @semperama @kritischetheologie @cvrthage @yekoc

#tag game #writing

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simplyeu4ria · 2 years

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chapter 2:the werewolf heartthrob

🐺 ❁

Pairing: Werewolf! Jungkook x Unknown identity! Reader ~(severely unedited: started 02/05/2022 ended 01/06/2022)~

Genre: high school au, werewolf au, angst, uncomfortable moments but only on a couple of parts, lots and lots of fluff, family abuse (mentions only) but Namjoon saves the day

Rating: +17 au

Word count: longest story I have written so far 45004 (and coincidently 4 versions of this story, 5 weeks to make, and 4 years of loving BTS)

Warnings: some uncomfortable moments, mean talk, mention of degrading names, mild swearing

a/n: first request/story on this account; since this a popular type of oneshot for Jungkook I am sorry in advance if this like another oneshot, have fun reading

I have noted similarities in other ffs throughout, please notify me if you find another

I can say that this original and that its my own work, but since this is not subjected under copyright because its Tumblr please do not copy my work you will feel guilty in the end, trust me.

Happy indulging into an infp-t’s mind common things you will see;

Subtle reference to books that I have read

Very romantic moments

Things that don’t make sense but makes sense in my head

Maybe a spoiler to the next book idea

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Ever since then you and Jungkook became best friends and now you spend your days with the boys at your spot in the courtyard for break and lunch. Nobody ever bothered trying to spread rumours or anything mean about you because Jungkook and the boys were there. Kira on the other hand moved to another school and her goons apologised to you.

And now it was approaching the boys’ first basketball match of the season, which is to start next month. Meaning they had to leave for practice afterschool and lunchtimes which meant less hanging out between the you and the guys. But since the boys were performing so well when you could visit, the coach allowed for you to visit them whenever you could, without permission.

This was especially useful because you could finish of homework and revision. The boys always performed well when you were there, especially Jungkook, the coach even went further saying that you were their lucky charm.

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Thursday October 8th, 2020

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The boys changing rooms

When the other boys on the basketball team left, Jimin turned to the youngest. ‘Hey, Jungkook have you asked her out yet?’ Jimin asked, the younger boy shook his head whilst putting on his shirt. ‘No not yet.’ Jungkook replied. ‘Well you should ask soon, otherwise your mate will be taken away by the school’s playboy.’ Suga said. ‘You mean Nik, the vamp. From your form?’ Hoseok asked, he looked between Suga and Namjoon. They both nodded, ‘What why, I thought he’d never play with her?’ Taehyung asked.

‘Well, after Jungkook confronted Kira, it caught the attention of Nik. Since Jungkook never protects anyone unless they’re important. So, Nik put the two together and thought it was a good idea to piss off Jungkook more to go after your mate, or to him your crush. At least we think he thinks that.’ Namjoon explained.

‘Maybe ask her if she can spend the Christmas holidays with us, that way you can ask her out.’ Jin proposed. ‘But how do I tell her about us and our kind?’ Jungkook pondered worriedly. ‘We can reveal it to her during the holidays and say that we trust her with the secret, and anyways since the girls know that we are all werewolves, they can help?’ Taehyung explained. The other nodded and headed out the room.

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The cheerleading team were also nice you now that Kira, their previous captain left. They were more free and a little more happier according to their coach and the boys. You have made a couple of good friends in their group who were Lisa, Irene, Seulgi, and Rose. They never liked Kira and now were super glad when they left, you used to sit with them at lunch when you couldn’t sit with the boys.

One lunch you were asking each other questions; ‘So where are you going to for Christmas y/n?’ Lisa asked. ‘I don’t know since my parents are on a Business trip in America, I am alone at home.’ You spoke. ‘Well in that case you could spend the Christmas with us?’ Jungkook said. You turned around seeing Jungkook in newly grown long hair in his Basketball kit still sweating from practice, you walked up to him and hugged him, he hugged you close. ‘How was practice?’ You asked when lifting your head up to look up at him, resting your chin on his chest.

‘It was okay. But to the coach, it wasn’t good enough because you weren’t there.’ You giggled. ‘So, are you coming for Christmas?’ You nodded at him since you had nothing else to do, and you don’t think that your parents would care at all, so might as well. ‘Do you want to come girls?’ they nodded as well. ‘Yes! Okay, wait, I must go and tell the guys.’ He said ‘Don’t worry, we heard.’ You heard Namjoon from somewhere, you smiled in the direction of the voice seeing Namjoon and the boys a few feet away giggling at your interaction.

‘Go and change otherwise you’d be late for English class.’ you shooed him away. Before walking back to the girls, who were watching everything. ‘Damn girl that was some good dating shit.’ Seulgi said but laughed afterwards after she saw your face, blushing. ‘Hey, stop it!’ you whined back. ‘It’s not our problem, you admire Jungkook too much we can’t help but tease you.’ Seulgi giggled ‘Hey y/n, do you have a crush on Jungkook?’ Rose asked curiously. ‘Yeah, I do. I guess?’ you answered unsure. ‘When did it start?’ Lisa asked further.

‘Well maybe it started a bit after we spent time together a lot more after the Kira incident, he seems nice and kind but, but I don’t think I should ask him out. He is busy with the tournament for January, and he seems to have rejected all the girls, who have recently asked him out. Plus, I am too scared to might ruin the relationship I have with the guys, if I ask him out.’ You rambled. ‘Hey do not worry I am sure he likes you too, just be patient. During the holidays you can form a bond between you and him and then ask him out?’ Irene said. ‘Yeah maybe I’ll do that.’ You nodded.

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Sunday 20th December 2020

Once your large duffle bag was full of the clothes you packed up yesterday, you were waiting in the sitting room, for the girls since they would pick you up. So, you could be at the boys’ house for the holidays. You saw the text from on the girl’s group chat and you locked the house and you headed towards the car; it was Seulgi’ s mum who offered to drop you at the boys’ house. You put your bags away and hopped on, chatting excitedly with the girls.

Once you reached the house, and thanked Seulgi’s mum and headed out before picking your bag whilst Lisa knocked on the door. Namjoon opened the door, and you dropped your bags in the front room before heading inside the house. The some of the guys were heading downstairs, and we headed into the living room. ‘Where are Jimin and Jungkook.’ Rose asked Jin.

‘They are out on their pat-I mean run.’ He said nervously while looking at you. You raised your eyebrow. ‘Well then let us wait for them.’ Lisa said whilst sitting down. You chatted until you heard the boys enter through the front door, you smiled at Jungkook.

‘Hi, ’ You said while hugging him ‘You, okay?’ ‘Yeah, fine.’ He said whilst hugging you back. ‘Well, let us decide the rooms.’ Namjoon suggested. You nodded and sat beside Jungkook on the couch.

‘Well, we have 7 bedrooms, meaning 6 pairs. We keep a room free for our parents who come on Christmas eve. Since we have an odd number, that mean one pair is a girl and a boy.’ Jin explained.

‘How do we pick the rooms?’ Jimin asked. ‘Choice out of the hat! So, the girls get 4 green but 1 purple, green means you pair up, but purple means you pair up with one of the boys. Same for us boys, but we have 6 greens and 1 purple.’ Jin further explained.

‘So, by chance.’ Taehyung replied. And Jin nodded. So we each picked out the hat. You got purple, you couldn’t hide your blush, as you nervously looked at Jungkook. Before putting the piece of paper away into the basket.

Then it was the boys turn to make it more interesting Jin made you and the girls leave, so you were left in the front room. ‘What if you and Jungkook get paired up with each other, that way I will be easier to bond with him.’ Irene thought excitedly. ‘Yeah maybe. But wouldn’t that be weird with their parents around.’ I pondered. ‘They are nice, though.’ Rose said.

Just then Suga opened the door and, then the boys showed their pieces of paper. Jungkook….got….purple. Oh…my…god. You blushed and looked away. ‘Well then doesn’t this look interesting? Two best friends put into the room together, by luck.’ Jin said. He smiled.

‘Well, you girls, can go in mine and Namjoon’s rooms, ’ Suga said, ‘while you and Jungkook go in his room. And Jimin and Taehyung, go in Jimin’s room leaving Taehyung’s room for our parents, because its his turn to lend to our parents.’

We all nodded and headed upstairs, you and the girls brought your bags and you followed Jungkook. You were nervous, like you have been to Jungkook’s room before but now it was so much weirder.

You hadn’t stayed overnight at all, since your home was close, you didn’t need to. One of the boys will just drop you at home, but now you had to stay let alone in your crush’s house and his room alone with him. This was going to so awkward, even though you are best friends.

‘Hey y/n, you can come in now.’ You looked up at Jungkook before blushing, before grabbing your bag, and walked inside his room. The familiar double bed sat into the middle of the room against the right wall, at the far back there was a large window, with black out curtains, you also saw a giant black bean bag with a black fleece, to your left you could see a TV with various games on top of the Xbox and ps4 cupboards, to the far right you could see sliding cupboards against the side wall.

You could see the ensuite bathroom next to cupboard next to the right side of the bed. The room was in a greyscale palette. You then walked into the room and closed the door behind you. Jungkook sat on the left side of the bed. ‘Y/n?’ you looked at him. ‘You can put your bag over their in the cupboard.’ You saw the empty open cupboard, and quickly placed your beige-coloured duffle bag inside, then closed the door, and sat next to Jungkook. You had yet to exchange a conversation when you entered the room.

‘Hey Jungkook?’ He hummed signalling you to continue. ‘Are you mad that we got put together?’ I asked. He looked at you worriedly. ‘No, I am not, I was more worried about you since you seemed so uncomfortable to do this, yet I was hoping, you’d be fine and then I saw you hide away from my gaze an-.’ You giggled.

He looked at you confused; you tilted your head towards him ‘Don’t need to ramble I understood.’ You said whilst chuckling, before you leaned back and landed on his bed. He did the same. He gently intertwined your hands together and you lied like that talking about anything like you normally would without the awkwardness. Jungkook then looked up at the clock before looking at you again.

‘We should change and get ready for lunch.’ He said before getting up. I nodded before heading to get my bag in the cupboard and brought out a pair of sweatpants and an oversized tee and headed inside the ensuite and changed. The ensuite was in the same greyscale, grey with black matte accents for the metal parts, it was your standard hotel ensuite, with a bathtub and shower separately.

You changed quickly and headed and saw Jungkook on his phone wearing a tight white tee with a pair of grey sweatpants. ‘Ready?’ you asked. He nodded before putting his phone in his pocket, whilst I grabbed mine and did the same before, we headed downstairs.

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Later that night…

After watching a movie, you and the guys headed upstairs, Hoseok and Namjoon cleared up the lounge. You and everyone else walked up to you respected rooms, upon entering you lied on the bed tiredly, Jungkook chuckled at the sight before shuffling over to join you on the bed. ‘Budge over.’ Jungkook tickled at your side, and you whined at the contact before rolling to the left side of the bed, before rolling under the covers trying to get warm. Jungkook did the same before switching off the lights.

And you tried to sleep but you were still too cold, you always had this problem. So, you tried to scuttle closer to Jungkook who was fast asleep facing away from you and eventually due to his warmth of his back, you fell asleep.

Jungkook felt a weight on his chest, so he opened his eyes and found you snuggled close to him, in a fetal position with one of your hands under your resting head and your other hand scrunching up against his shirt, he gently grabbed your hands and shivered at how cold they were,

He then gently wrapped his arms around you, lifting you up so your head was on the pillow, and he put his one of his arms under the pillow where your head was. Whilst the other draped over your waist you as moved closer to him, you snuggled close, he smiled at the adorable act smiling at you, his mate. ‘Night, my mate.’ He said whilst kissing the top of your head before drifting off to sleep.

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Once you awoke the sun was shining through the windows, you were lying on your right side facing the window. You tried to budge until you felt two arms tighten around your waist, you turn your head to look over your shoulder and saw a sleeping Jungkook. His hair was messed up and fluffed up, but his eyes were in deep sleep, his lips were pouting out.

You smiled at the sight before you turned around and manage to slip out, underneath his arms and shuffled off the bed before heading to the ensuite and locking the door. You looked at yourself in the mirror before sighing and started to wash up.

You felt cold and went to grab your cardigan inside your duffle bag before you headed downstairs and started to make breakfast. Since no one was up yet, you accepted the responsibility to make the breakfast.

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Jungkook on the other hand was awake and moved his hand only to see that you weren’t present in the bed, he looked around and realised the curtains were open allowing the sunlight to enter the dark room. He shuffled his way over to the mirror in the ensuite and ruffled his hair before he also got ready and headed outside into the hall.

He saw Hoseok and Irene chatting, he walked over to them. ‘Hi Jungkookie!’ Hoseok said in greeting before hugging one of his best friends, Jungkook let out a tired whine and a small ‘Morning…’ to both Irene and Hoseok. Then he smelled …food. ‘Hoseok-hyung is Jin-hyung cooking?’ he asked his elder tiredly. ‘No actually Jin-hyung is still asleep in his room along with Yoongi-hyung, the only ones awake are you, me and Irene.’

‘But y/n is not in bed then…’ Jungkook replied confused. ‘Y/n is probably cooking then; she usually wakes up at this to make herself breakfast since she’s alone at her house most of the time.’ Irene said thoughtfully. Jungkook nodded before heading downstairs.

When he entered the Kitchen, he saw you with your back to him looking at the stove. From the smell he could make out vegetable, chicken, pork, and beef were already cooked. He could see some were placed to the side of the stove in medium pots, containing other foods. He could also smell some rice in the cooker, and then he walked closer to you finding that you were cooking some eggs.

‘Morning y/n.’ He said. ‘Morning Jungkook.’ You said whilst looking over your shoulder to smile at him. ‘What are you making?’ ‘Bibimbap, I am almost done do you think you can get the table ready; tell Irene and Hoseok to wake up the rest of the group.’ You spoke.

Jungkook nodded before heading to the other side before grabbing 12 plates and 4 dish coasters and placed the coaster to the centre of the table with the plates at each seat.

He then grabbed the cups and placed them accordingly to the plates, with jugs filled with water at either end of the table. ‘Do you want to put out the dishes now?’ Jungkook asked you again. You nodded and pointed to the dishes that were ready.

‘Can you get the rice in a pot as well?’ you asked. Jungkook nodded and did that as well. Eventually one by one all the rest of the group headed downstairs and sat at the table and you and Jungkook sat next to each other on one end, the others sat around you accordingly. ‘Thank you for the food.’ Everyone said. You thanked them before everyone got a bit of everything before eating. Soon everything on the table was gone. ‘Waah. That food was so good y/n.’ Namjoon praised. The other nodded and thank you as well. ‘Well this is the food I make almost every day.’ I said whilst thanking them. ‘But seriously y/n its really good, it even woke me up from bed, and I am the hardest member to wake up.’ Jungkook said, you blushed and thanked him again.

#bts scenarios #bts #masterlist #imagines #oneshot #x reader #fluff #ateez #kpop scenarios #request #bts x reader #namjoon #jin #suga #yoongi #hoseok #Jhope #jimin #v #taehyung #jungkook

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therealmintedmango · 4 years

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BTS MASTERLIST

Please Note: Some things on my masterlist have changed. All Hybrid stories are located/ moved to the hybrid masterlist. There is also a new section called “Yandere” stories where you can find all the yandere stories I’ve written for BTS. Please click on the appropriate title to take you to the story. Please read all warnings accordingly as everything is written for a mature audience.

-- I am only uploading certain stories to Tumblr, otherwise, everything is linked to my Ao3 --

Updated: 10 / 05 / 2023

Key: ☁️ = Fluff // ☔ = Angst // ⚡ = Supernatural/ Fantasy // 💕 = Smut // 💀 = Potentially Scary Themes/ Horror Elements // 🩸= Yandere // E = Explicit

WHEN THE PLANETS ALIGN

➢ Reader x Yoongi, Jimin, and Jungkook// Space AU ☁️☔⚡💀💫 💕✅

THE DOG DAYS ARE OVER

➢ Reader x ot7 BTS // Shifter AU ☁️☔⚡💕 💫 ✅

HYBRID MASTERLIST

➢ Reader x ot7 BTS! Hybrid AU’s ☁️☔⚡💀💕🌀

YANDERE MASTERLIST

➢ Reader x ot7 BTS! Yandere AU’s ☁️☔⚡💀🌀

GODS & MONSTERS MASTERLIST

➢ Demon! Jungkook x (Fallen)Angel! Reader x God! Taehyung...

...Among other things... ⇥ E 💕💀☔⚡🌀

DIVINE ((DISCONTINUED))

➢ Greek Gods meets college life AU // Reader x OT7 ☔⚡💀💕🌀

SUPER BAD

➢ Superhero/ Supervillain AU // Kim Line x Reader ☔⚡💕 💫 ✅

SEVEN DEADLY SINS MASTERLIST

➢ E 💕💀☔⚡🌀// Reader x Ot7 BTS

SEASONS OF LOVE

➢ Reader x Hyung Line as each of the four seasons ☁️☔⚡️ (Implied->) 💕💫 ✅

SHIFTING TIDES

SOLACE

GO FIGURE!

➢ Competitive Ice Skating AU (Jimin, Hoseok, & Yoongi x Coach/ Reader) ☁️ ☔️ 💫 🌀

APRIL SHOWERS

➢ Ghost! Namjoon x Reader 💀☔⚡1️⃣✅

SPICE UP YOUR LIFE!

➢ Vampire AU set in the 1950′s! ☔⚡💀💕✅ 💫

MONO-LOGING

➢ CRACK! Superhero/ Supervillain AU -- Birthday Special ☔⚡1️⃣✅

tease me

➢ Idol!Namjoon x Reader x Idol!Yoongi 💕1️⃣✅

LIGHTHOUSES

➢ Merman! Namjoon x Reader ☁️☔⚡✎ ✅ 1️⃣

VELVET

➢ Mafia AU // Seokjin x Reader // Slight Jungkook x Reader 💀☔💕✅ 💫

(s)ex calling

➢ Seokjin x Reader x Jimin // ☔💕1️⃣✅

STORM BORN

➢ Firebender/LightningBender/Prince! Seokjin x Non-Bender/ Water Tribe Princess Reader ☔⚡💕✅ 1️⃣

TELL ME, YOONGI

➢ Idol! Yoongi x Reader ☁️1️⃣✅

tease me

➢ Namjoon x Reader x Yoongi 💕1️⃣✅

DEEP BLUE

➢ Boyfriend!Yoongi x Reader ☁️☔1️⃣ ✅

PIANO LESSONS FROM A DEMON

➢ Demon! Yoongi x Reader ☁️☔⚡💕 💀 1️⃣ ✅

FROSTY PAWS

➢ Jack Frost AU ☔☁️1️⃣✅ ®️

MARSHMALLOWS

ICE COLD

➢ Krampus! Yoongi x Reader ☔⚡💀💕💫✅

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MELT

➢ Mermaid Yoonji x Female Reader ☁️☔⚡1️⃣ ✅

SLICKED UP, SLICKED DOWN

➢ Husband! Hoseok x Wife! Reader ☁️💕1️⃣✅

HOBI-IN-THE-LOBBY

➢ Elf! Hoseok x Reader // Holiday AU ☁️☔⚡💕1️⃣ ✅

MARSHMALLOWS

ETCHED INTO MY SOUL ((DISCONTINUED))

➢ Soulmate AU // Hoseok x Reader x Taehyung ☔⚡💕🌀💫

ANGEL CATCHER

➢ Soulmate AU // Hoseok x Reader x Taehyung ☁️☔⚡✎ ✅ 1️⃣

THUNDER

➢ Soulmate AU // Hoseok x Reader x Taehyung ☁️☔⚡✎ ✅ 1️⃣

BEST OF ME

➢ Prince Jimin! AU x Reader x Assistant Taehyung ☁️☔ 💫 ✅

(s)ex calling

➢ Seokjin x Reader x Jimin // ☔💕1️⃣✅

DREAMS

➢ Dream fairy Jimin x Reader ☁️☔1️⃣✅

SUGARPLUM

➢ 25 Days of Christmas Collab // Candy Prince Jimin! / Holiday AU ☁️☔1️⃣✅

JIMIN, PLEASE DON’T TAKE MY MAN

➢ Jimin x Reader x Jungkook // Lawyer AU ☔💕💫 1️⃣✅

CYBERLIFE

➢ Android!Jimin x Reader ☁️☔✎ 1️⃣✅

PRETTY = DIFFERENT

➢ Boyfriend!Taehyung x Reader ☁️1️⃣✅

MY FAVORITE

➢ Idol! Taehyung x Reader ☁️1️⃣✅

ETCHED INTO MY SOUL ((DISCONTINUED))

➢ Soulmate AU // Hoseok x Reader x Taehyung ☔⚡💕🌀💫

DOUBLE, DOUBLE, TOIL & TROUBLE

BUTTER FINGERS

➢ Husband!Taehyung x Reader ☁️☔✎1️⃣✅

VIDEO GAMES

➢ Jungkook x Reader 💕1️⃣✅

JIMIN, PLEASE DON’T TAKE MY MAN

➢ Jimin x Reader x Jungkook // Lawyer AU ☔💕💫 1️⃣✅

LAZY FRIDAY

➢ Established Relationship Jungkook x Reader ☁️1️⃣✅ ®️

MARKED

DOUBLE, DOUBLE, TOIL & TROUBLE

MASTERLIST DIRECTORY

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Where You Belong

Vampire!Jungkook x Reader (Oneshot)

Genre: (PG15) Fluff with a bit of angst

Warnings: Mentions of death and blood

WC: 5.6k

Description: It took Jimin three weeks to convince Jungkook to spend the holiday break at his family’s house. Why he conceded at all, he had no idea because Jungkook knew it was a bad idea not only with what he was, but also since he had the biggest crush on you, Jimin’s sister. He had a feeling that whatever happened, he wasn’t going to make it out of this quite the same.

A/N - Written for the Secret Santa exchange with @thebtswritersclub for @jungkooksbroski! I really wanted to have this done by Christmas so I’m sorry it’s late :( But I had a goal to at least have it done before the deadline tomorrow, so at least I succeeded with that! I’m sure if you’ve kept an eye on discord you probably know why I wasn’t able to get this out sooner. And it might be a little more angsty than you hoped for, and I also apologize that I don’t write smut XD And I hope you don’t mind it being mostly Jungkook-centric :) But I hope you still like it! Merry belated Christmas!

“Fucking Jimin,” Jungkook mumbled under his breath as he stood outside the front door to the Park residence. “Why did I let him talk me into this?”

He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath in an attempt to steady himself before entering, but realized too late that that was a mistake. You must have been close to the front door, seeing as he could practically taste your sweet scent. Which of course only made him berate himself once more for letting his best friend get his way.

“Yo, Jeon!” Taehyung called from behind him, dragging his own suitcase as he approached the house. “What are you doing just standing there? Knock!”

At least Jungkook wasn’t the only one Jimin somehow convinced to spend the holiday break at his house. Granted he was sure that Taehyung only needed to be offered once before happily agreeing, while Jungkook took weeks of convincing to come around to this.

Jungkook raised his hand to the wood, giving it a few knocks before Taehyung could complain again.

“Coming!” you cheerfully called, footsteps approaching the door.

Jungkook’s heart would probably feel like it was jumping out of his chest, were it still beating.

You opened the door with a big smile on your face. “Welcome!” you happily greeted your brother’s friends, stepping aside for them to enter.

Taehyung nudged Jungkook from behind when he didn’t move, still feeling all too nervous about spending the holiday break here. But he quickly gathered himself and finally walked through the door.

Christmas was just a few days away so your house was already littered with holiday-themed decorations, which Jungkook happily noted included extremely few religious items. You could blame mostly your mom and brother for that—they went crazy every year, super excited for the holiday. The only thing that was left to do was decorate the tree, which was purposefully held off until everyone had arrived so you could do it together. "I know Jimin is around here some-" you started before said boy came running down the stairs.

"Taetae! Kookie!" he exclaimed, throwing himself into their arms. "I'm so happy you guys are here!" The way he acted, you would have thought it had been years since they last saw each other.

It had literally only been two days.

Taehyung's deep voice rumbled in a chuckle. "Of course we're here, Chim! How could I pass up the chance to spend Christmas with the family who knows how to celebrate it right?"

Jungkook was much less enthusiastic in his response, which was of no shock to you. You knew (because of how often Jimin would complain to you about it) that it took a lot of convincing to get him to come. But even so, he didn't look miserable. From what you gathered, he just wasn't nearly as excited about the holidays as your family tended to be.

"Come on, let me show you guys to the room!" Jimin said, practically dragging them toward the stairs.

They barely had enough time to react, let alone grab their suitcases, so you took them instead, following behind the three boys. You knew your brother, and you had seen the antics the trio had gotten up to together, so you could only expect that this holiday break was going to be one of the most interesting ones you'd had yet.

"I still don't get why you were so adamant about not wanting to come," Taehyung said to Jungkook when it was just the two of them in the guest room, going through their suitcases.

Jungkook looked at him blankly. "Seriously? You should know why."

"What?" Taehyung pouted in confusion.

"Well, I don't exactly want anyone to know about what I am, do I?" Jungkook whispered.

"Spending a few days at Jimin's isn't going to get you caught," Taehyung said, shrugging. "Unless you think it'll be harder to control or something when you're around Y/n."

"I don't know, it might be." Jungkook sighed. "You know how flustered I tend to get around her. And I guess it's probably instinct or something that sometimes I just have an urge to-" he cut himself off and took a steadying breath, trying to not already get himself worked up when he had been here for barely ten minutes. "And besides, remember how quickly you found out about me? We were roommates for only a few days before I slipped up."

"Yeah, but you have me to come to if you have any problems. I'll keep you in check, don't worry!"

Jungkook eyed the other suspiciously, unconvinced.

"What? I will. Promise. If your fangs pop out or something and you don't notice I'll tell you."

"Don't say that so loud!" Jungkook whisper-shouted.

Taehyung chuckled. "Hey, stop stressing out so bad, huh? It'll be harder to keep it under control if you stress."

Jungkook closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. "Yeah, you're right. I'll try."

Silence fell between the two for a few moments before a thought occurred to Taehyung. "Oh! Did you bring some with you, by the way?"

"Some what?" Jungkook asked, more than used to Taehyung's vagueness and random questions, but still confused nonetheless.

"Blood," Taehyung specified, making sure to keep his voice low this time.

"Of course I did." Jungkook even pulled out the small bag where he was keeping his stock to show him. "I wouldn't be dumb enough to go on a vacation somewhere without bringing enough with me."

"Just wanted to check. You know I can always help if you need it."

"We've talked about this, Tae. I'm not drinking from you."

"I just mean that it's an option if you ever need it is all. I trust you not to hurt me."

"Well, that won't be necessary. But thanks, I guess."

"Anytime," Taehyung said, and Jungkook would almost think he was naïve with that big smile of his and what he had just suggested, if he didn't know any better.

The first time Jungkook should have noticed Jimin was up to something was when the four of you were decorating the Christmas tree together. Apparently it was family tradition for the "kids" to be the ones to do it, something Jimin was more than ecstatic about but you seemed to be doing more or less to make your brother happy.

Not that you hated it by any means. No, Jungkook may have been Jimin's friend first, but he knew you well enough to be able to tell you were enjoying yourself. You just weren't as enthusiastic about the holidays as the rest of your family it seemed, merely riding the flow that they set for you.

Jimin was basically instructing you on where to place each ornament, where he felt they would fit the best with the array that had already been placed. It was of no surprise to Jungkook that you followed along with his directions with no complaints. You not only were more than used to Jimin's personality, but also found your own enjoyment by making sure your brother was happy.

He wouldn't have paid it any mind normally, if it wasn't for the fact that everywhere Jimin pointed out for you to place one of the decorations seemed to be dangerously close to Jungkook. The amount of times your arms brushed together, or you bumped into each other during the time spent adding ornaments to the tree was probably more physical contact than he had ever had with you before.

And that was absolutely not doing Jungkook any favors. He was already nervous enough coming here as it was, being this close in proximity to you for so long and in a much more personal setting than usual.

But maybe he was imagining it. Maybe, it really was just a coincidence.

One look at Jimin and the triumphant smirk on his face proved otherwise.

The second time was the next day when you and Jimin were supposed to be baking cookies together. It was your mom's homemade recipe that she had taught to both of you years ago when you became old enough to make them without her help.

Jungkook recalled Jimin mentioning before that it was one of the things both of you loved doing together this time of year. So he found it rather odd when Jimin ushered Jungkook into the kitchen and insisted that he be the one to bake with you.

"But isn't this your thing?" Jungkook asked.

"I have something I need to take care of today, so I thought you could take my place this year," Jimin said. He wasn't a very good liar.

Jungkook turned to look at you, silently checking if you seemed okay with this. When you smiled at him and lightly shrugged, he relaxed. While he was starting to feel suspicious that Jimin was up to something—although he couldn't quite place exactly what just yet—he knew it was pointless to fight it. Even if being alone in your kitchen, baking gingerbread and sugar cookies with you made him feel extra nervous.

You really knew what you were doing, easily instructing Jungkook on each step. There was a reason this was your favorite holiday tradition, and it was because you really enjoyed baking. Doing it with your older brother was an added bonus, but there was just something about all the ingredients coming together to make something delicious and sweet that was so fun and satisfying.

So you focused on that instead of how much you wanted to strangle Jimin. He just had to overhear you telling your friend about how frustrating it was to be crushing on your brother's best friend a month ago. And now he was doing everything in his power to get the two of you close, trying to play matchmaker.

Which to be honest was completely the opposite of what you expected to happen. You thought he'd be mad, tell you that Jungkook was bad for you and you should just forget about it. But instead he was thrilled. Not only did he get more material to tease you with, but he also decided he was going to try to set the two of you up.

He felt like he was doing you a favor, and you felt like he was making you suffer.

Although, you had to appreciate that Jungkook was a complete gentleman. Even though working together to bake required staying in close proximity with each other a lot, he was being very careful about keeping a comfortable distance between the two of you. And if you were being honest with yourself, you couldn't deny that this was actually really nice.

"This stuff smells so weird," Jungkook said as he measured the molasses. You had already put the sugar cookies in the oven after cutting and chilling them so they'd keep their shape, and now you were preparing the gingerbread mixture.

"Yeah, it does," you chuckled. "But gingerbread cookies wouldn't taste the same without it. I promise it'll all come together."

"If you say so," he said before his nose scrunched in displeasure when he got a particularly strong whiff of the sickly sweet yet sour smell.

You laughed at his reaction, taking just a moment to admire Jungkook's handsome looks while he was distracted with scraping as much of the thick liquid from the measuring cup as possible.

For a moment you let yourself think that maybe, just maybe, the reason Jimin was trying to push you two together was perhaps because Jungkook felt the same? But then again, would he have even told him that? You were sure that any conversation that included, "by the way, I have a crush on your sister" would have been just about as awkward as if you admitted to your brother that you had been crushing on his best friend.

Maybe you should just ride the flow of whatever your brother had planned. If something came of it, then that would be great. And if not, you could put this crush behind you and move on.

You decided at that moment that you would just trust your brother this time around, even if his track record wasn't that great.

The third time was so painfully obvious that Jungkook could no longer mistake what it was Jimin was up to.

Jungkook was sitting in the living room on Christmas day. It was the afternoon, having already opened all the gifts that morning. Which was a rather interesting ordeal. Despite knowing their personalities, seeing Taehyung and Jimin act like literal five-year-olds on Christmas morning who were overly excited when opening their presents was still incredibly amusing. Now that it was the afternoon, things had calmed down to a pleasant buzz and Jungkook was actually feeling really happy that Jimin had convinced him to come.

It had been a long time since he had last spent time with other people like this. The Parks were nothing if not welcoming, and he could almost fool himself into believing that this was normal, that he belonged somewhere—with people.

But he had to reel in that thought and remind himself of who he really was. The fact of the matter was that he didn't belong with people. He was a monster, and people were his food source. He couldn't let himself believe anything other than that, even if it was something that he wished were untrue with all his being.

So when Jimin came into the room, dragging you behind him and getting you to sit on the couch right next to Jungkook and then sitting next to you, he kept that reminder ringing through his head. He had to ignore that light feeling you just naturally gave him. He couldn't let his non-beating heart run away with fantasies.

And then Jimin was up to his tricks again, keeping you distracted from what he was doing by chatting up a storm about his thought process behind why he bought you the gift you received from him today. But Jungkook saw it plain as day.

Jimin was attempting to discretely place mistletoe that he must have stolen from another room's decorations on the wall behind the couch, right between you and Jungkook.

That was when Jungkook realized what Jimin had been doing the past few days. Making you constantly bump into each other when decorating the tree, baking cookies together when it was usually something Jimin did with you, and now putting mistletoe above you?

Park Jimin was trying to set you up with Jungkook.

And it almost made him want to smack him upside the head because Jimin was being an absolute idiot if he thought trying to set Jungkook up with his sister was a good idea. It wasn't. it was a stupid, stupid idea.

But then again, he couldn't blame him all too much when Jimin was clueless to Jungkook's true nature.

He realized, that was something he was going to have to amend—right now.

"Jimin, can we talk for a minute please?" Jungkook asked, completely interrupting Jimin's spiel.

"What?" he asked, eyes going wide when he looked over and realized Jungkook noticed what he was doing. "I mean, yeah, of course. What's up?"

"In private," Jungkook emphasized, trying to sound as stern as he possibly could.

"Why would you need to talk to me in priva-" Jimin was cut off when Jungkook quickly got up, yanking him off the couch and dragging him upstairs to the guest bedroom, leaving you behind on the couch and very confused.

After shutting the door behind him, Jungkook firmly stared down Jimin. "What are you doing?"

"Huh?" Jimin asked, his heartrate increasing—whether out of fear or nervousness Jungkook couldn't tell. "W-what do you mean?"

"Are you trying to set me up with Y/n?" Jungkook asked more directly.

It was then that Jungkook realized it wasn't just the two of them in the room, when he heard a very surprised Taehyung almost comically scream, "What?!"

He took a quick look around to make sure there was no one else in the room who couldn't hear what Jungkook was about to admit, what he thought he would never purposefully tell anyone. Once confirming that it was just the three of them in the room, Jungkook continued.

"Is that what's going on?" he pressed. "You're trying to push us together, aren't you?"

"Wh- I mean," Jimin started, clearly very flustered. "What's so wrong about that, huh? I could have sworn that you were into Y/n by the way that you look at her with those googly doe eyes of yours."

Jungkook sighed. He didn't realize he had been that obvious, and especially in front of Jimin of all people. "Jimin, I can't. You don't want me to date your sister."

"Well it's not up to me, is it?" Jimin asked, starting to get defensive. "I don't get to dictate what she does and who she dates. So what if I'm trying to help her out? And what's wrong with dating my sister? What, is she not good enough for you or something?"

"No! That's not what I mean." Jungkook ran a hand down his face, pacing for a moment while he gathered the courage he needed to tell Jimin who—what—he was. "Jimin, you don't understand. I'm the problem. I can't date your sister, even if I wanted to. I'm-"

Jungkook was cut off when Taehyung leapt off the bed and stood next to Jungkook, firmly digging a hand into his shoulder. "Kook, what are you doing?" he harshly whispered.

"I'm telling Jimin what I really am," Jungkook replied, voice still at normal volume. "I can't exactly let him think that I'm a good idea for Y/n."

"Are you sure you want to do that? You don't know how he'll react."

"What is going on?" Jimin asked, getting more confused by the second. "What do you mean, Jungkook?"

Pushing Taehyung's hand off his shoulder, Jungkook braced himself to potentially lose one of his best friends. "I'm not human, Jimin." When Jimin very rightfully just stared at him confused, Jungkook added, "Well, I mean I used to be. But I'm not anymore."

"What the heck are you talking about? That doesn’t even make sense,” Jimin said, taking a step back from him. “You sound crazy right now, Jungkook.”

“I know how it sounds. But I can prove it to you. And if you don’t want anything to do with me afterwards, I understand. That’s a risk I’m willing to take. But I just can’t- I need you to understand that your sister shouldn’t be with me, or even interested in me. No one should be.”

While Jimin still couldn’t understand what his friend was talking about, he had enough respect for him to hear him out so he remained silent while Jungkook grabbed a small bag from his suitcase.

“I used to be human,” Jungkook repeated, voice small. “But sixteen years ago my life ended, in more ways than one.” He unzipped the bag, pulling out an even smaller pouch of what Jimin could have sworn looked like blood.

"I had been on my way home alone late at night after going out with some friends," Jungkook continued. "I was dragged into an alleyway, and it was so dark I couldn't see anything. Except for a pair of bright red eyes. Next thing I knew, there was a sharp pain in my neck and I could feel my body going cold as he drained all the blood from my body."

When Jungkook paused, Jimin couldn't help but interject. "Wait. Are you telling me that you got attacked by like, a vampire? Vampires don't exist, Jungkook."

"I didn't think they did either, until I was left for dead by one." The sadness in Jungkook's eyes over recalling the memory felt like it was piercing into Jimin's soul. "I had to piece this part together later since I obviously don't remember it, but I was found the next morning. Buried just a few days later. Before they had covered my coffin though, I had woken up. But I wasn't human anymore."

By this point, Jungkook looked on the verge of tears. Taehyung was still next to him, now comforting Jungkook with a gentle hand on his lower back. "I don't remember much about my first moments as a vampire. All I know is that I was so hungry and I just went wherever my feet took me. I don't think I ended up hurting anyone, at least. When I started to come to, I was in the woods near the cemetery with a deer lying beside me and blood dripping from my mouth."

Jungkook paused, letting Jimin absorb the information.

"Wha-" Jimin stumbled over his words. "But you were dead? I thought- I mean- in stories or whatever, people don't die before they become vampires, right?"

"In some, I guess," Jungkook shrugged. "I've met other vampires since and have asked about how that worked. And from what I've been told, if a vampire feeds off of a human but doesn't drain too much blood, the human will be fine. When the human is completely drained, then obviously they die. But sometimes, the vampire doesn't completely kill them. They think they've drained all their blood and leave them, but there's actually still a little bit of life left in them. That's what happened to me.

"I was so close to death that everyone thought I was dead. But there was still barely that tiny sliver of life left in me. That's how a human becomes a vampire. Kind of messed up if you ask me, that it's usually unintentional."

"So, what you're saying is that you're a vampire," Jimin very smartly summed up. "And you're telling me because I was trying to set you up with Y/n and you think that's a bad idea because you're a vampire."

Jungkook nodded. "Yes, exactly."

"And you knew about this, Tae?" Jimin asked. When Taehyung nodded, he further asked, "How long have you known?"

"I found out the first week we were roommates at school," he responded. “Jungkook hadn’t fed in too long and I saw it.”

Jimin’s gaze snapped back to Jungkook. “Show me.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, a bit taken aback at the sudden command. He expected Jimin to want proof, but to be asked so suddenly was unexpected. Once he gathered himself, Jungkook nodded. He opened his mouth just enough before letting his fangs extend, making sure Jimin saw it happen. Once they were fully extended, his eyes turned an unnatural bright red—a warning of danger.

Jungkook could sense Jimin's heartrate speed up once more, a natural reaction to being so close to a monster like him. But in true Jimin nature, he was quick to control himself, forcing his heart to calm down.

"You really are..." Jimin marveled as he slowly stepped toward Jungkook. The latter stood as still as possible, not wanting to make any moves that would scare him off. "I can't believe vampires exist."

"We do," Jungkook said, sounding almost solemn. "I don't belong with your sister. I don't belong with anyone. I haven't for sixteen years and I never will ever again."

"Aren't there, like, vampire communities?" Jimin asked, remaining a lot calmer than Jungkook expected.

"There are," he confirmed. "But I haven't found one that I'm willing to be a part of. The ones I've come across all enable each other to be violent and not fight their instincts. I don't want that. I've been told I'll grow out of it, that most vampires are like that at first but they all give in at some point."

"And how long do they say it takes other vampires to do that?"

Jungkook shrugged. "Usually by ten years or so."

"But you still don't want that," Jimin clarified.

"Not at all. I can't even imagine hurting someone. And I have met one other vampire who is like me. Seokjin-hyung has been around far longer than me and he has a way of getting blood safely, without hurting people. He's how I get these." Jungkook lifted the packet in his hand, which Jimin could no longer question what was contained in it. "Others say it's unnatural, that there's nothing like getting food from the source, but this satisfies me perfectly fine."

"And Tae, you've never been scared of him?" Jimin asked.

"I mean, at first I was a bit sure," Taehyung answered. "I didn't know what was going on and I kind of freaked out. But I've never once thought he would hurt me. I trust him."

Jimin locked eyes with Jungkook. a serious expression on his face. "Then I trust you," he said.

Jungkook's eyes widened in surprise, a tentative smile growing on his face. "Really? Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," Jimin assured him. "And I know what you mean about Y/n, I understand why you wanted me to stop trying to set the two of you up. But you do like her, don't you?"

Jungkook broke their eye contact, too embarrassed to admit something like that while looking at her brother. "I mean, I do," he whispered. "I couldn't help it. But, you don't have to worry about that! I won't try to pursue her or anything, I swear."

Jimin walked toward the door as he said, “I did mean what I said earlier. I don’t have any say in what she does or who she dates, even if I am her big brother and want her to be safe. So as long as I trust that she’d be okay, I wouldn’t stop her from doing anything.”

Your eyes widened when your brother opened the door in front of you.

“Why don’t you come in here instead of eavesdropping from the hallway, yeah?” he asked.

You looked at the ground as you stepped forward, embarrassed that you had been caught. You really hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but when you had passed by the door on the way to your own room, you heard them talking about you so you stopped. And then Jungkook started talking about not being human and... Well, before you realized it you were listening in.

Your thoughts were all over the place after hearing Jungkook's story. You were overwhelmed with the idea that vampires existed, angry at that man—vampire, you corrected yourself—for what he had done to Jungkook, and sad for Jungkook and what he had gone through. You could only imagine how lonely he must have felt. How lonely he was still feeling.

One thing that he said kept repeating itself in your head. 'I don't belong with anyone. I haven't for sixteen years and I never will ever again.'

Once you were inside the room and Jimin closed the door, you lifted your head and met Jungkook's gaze.

His fangs were visible and you could see a red hue to his eyes, but only for a moment before Jungkook seemed to realize that he hadn't hidden them yet and quickly retracted them. In a split second he once again looked like the Jungkook you were familiar with.

But should you have been worried that seeing his other nature didn't scare you one bit?

"Y-Y/n," Jungkook stumbled out. "I didn't know you were listening... How much did you hear?"

"I'm sorry for eavesdropping," you said. "I didn't mean to, I just- when I passed by you guys were talking about me and then you started talking about your story and I just-" you bowed your head in shame. "I shouldn't have listened in. I'm sorry."

"So you heard everything then?" Jungkook quietly asked.

"I think so," you admitted.

"I can leave tomorrow," Jungkook suddenly said, making your head snap back up.

"What? Why?" you asked.

Jungkook's brows furrowed. "Why would you want something like me here? Knowing what I am now, why would you want me staying in your house?"

"Jungkook," Taehyung whined, a frown on his face.

You saw Jimin glance at you out of the corner of your eye. "We never said we wanted you to leave," he said. "It'd probably be best not to tell our parents, but there's no reason you should have to go."

Jungkook looked even more confused. "But, I-"

"Deserve to enjoy the holidays with people who care about you," you finished for him. He looked at you, clearly shocked. "It sounded like you've felt so lonely. I could only imagine how you feel. Not fitting in with others like you and feeling like you shouldn't belong with people like us. But there's no reason you shouldn't be here. When was the last time you spent a holiday with someone before today?"

Jungkook was speechless for a minute before his expression softened. "Not since I died. I couldn't exactly go back to my family after that. I haven't seen them since and have always reminded myself since then that I don't belong."

"But you do," you insisted, taking a step toward him. "Just because you're different than us doesn't mean you can't belong."

"I could hurt you! Why aren't you afraid of me?”

“Because we know you wouldn’t hurt us,” Taehyung said. “If you wanted to, you would have a long time ago. And you wouldn’t have been so hesitant in coming here.”

“And you wouldn’t have admitted a secret that could have ruined our friendship just because you were concerned about my sister’s safety,” Jimin said. “Out of everything you’ve said today, there’s one main thing that I understand—you’re still the same exact Jungkook I’ve known for the past few years. None of this changes that.”

Tears brimmed at the corners of Jungkook’s eyes. “It should," he almost whispered.

“I can’t understand how you feel,” you said. "I couldn't even begin to try. But I think you're scared because you've been telling yourself that you don't belong anywhere for so long. You could belong here if you wanted to. Do you want to?"

His eyes met yours, tears now falling down his face. He took a moment to think before softly nodding. "I do," he admitted.

"Then you do," Jimin said, stepping up next to you to place a hand on Jungkook's shoulder. "You don't have to leave. Not now, and not in the future."

"If I haven't abandoned you yet, you can expect I'm not ever going to," Taehyung added.

After a moment of silence between the four of you, Jimin gave Jungkook's shoulder another squeeze. "Tae, I think you and I should probably leave so these two can talk," he said.

Taehyung nodded. "Good idea." He gave you a knowing smile as he followed your brother out.

When the door closed once more, Jungkook was the first to talk. "You don't have to-"

"I like you too, Jungkook," you said.

He looked at you in surprise for a moment before saying, "Y/n, you know what I am now. You really shouldn't."

"I don't care." There wasn't an ounce of hesitation in your voice, and Jungkook didn't sense any change in your heartrate, assuring him that you were telling the truth. "When I heard you talking, I felt a lot of things. But fear wasn't one of them. Even when I saw your fangs and your eyes, I wasn't scared. Not one little bit. You're still Jungkook, my brother's best friend who I've had a crush on for an embarrassingly long time," you chuckled.

Jungkook's gaze on you had softened to something much more tender, a sparkle in his eyes that you were now realizing you were strangely familiar with. "Do you realize what that means though?" he asked. "A crush is one thing, but what if it becomes something more, Y/n? I'm not going to age with you. We couldn't stay together because before long, I'm going to look more like your son than a friend or boyfriend. And I'm for sure going to outlive you, unless someone does me in before then. Is that really something you want?"

"I think that's something that we should have the chance to decide together," you said. "If this continues to something more and we want to keep going with this then we can decide what we want to do from there. If we care about each other enough to make it worth it, or not. All I know is that right now, I really like you, Jungkook. And if you like me the same then I want to give this a shot. I trust you."

Jungkook felt like he was about to cry again. He had hope at one point soon after his death that he might get lucky to find people like Jimin and Taehyung, maybe even possibly someone like you, but he had quickly lost that hope. That feeling coming back, even in the smallest amount, was overwhelming and it made him want to go along with what you were saying.

Before he could let himself think too hard and talk himself out of it, he carefully nodded. "Okay," he whispered. "If you think you can handle being okay with making a decision like that in the future, then I trust you too."

The smile you graced him with was blinding, and it made all of his insecurities about the situation fade away. He managed to smile back at you, but only for just barely a moment before you placed your lips against his.

It was the first of many kisses that the two of you would share for many, many years to come.

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