#taehyung x yoongi

[gimmethatagustd]

the flower knight (1) | kth + myg

A disciple of the Mugunghwa Temple, Yoongi has lived a pious life free of the vices of the outside world. That is until the temple must become a safehouse for wounded soldiers when war breaks out, and Yoongi catches the eye of a certain military commander.

○ Pairing: Soldier!Taehyung x Healer!Yoongi

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Historical fantasy, magic, pistilverse, strangers to lovers, forbidden love, angst, eventual smut, eventual fluff

○ Word Count: 3,143

○ Warnings: A minor character experiences public humiliation and slut shaming due to religious beliefs (of a fake religion I made up). Additionally, Yoongi is forced to have his body examined for flower markings. This isn't sexual or violent, and Yoongi isn't upset about it, but it still gives me the ick lmfao so I figured I should put a warning just in case.

○ Notes: I added a glossary at the end of the fic for those of you who aren’t familiar with the Pistilverse AU. If you subscribe to me on AO3, this will probably look familiar to you~

○ Post Date: January 2, 2024

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Bad things always come in threes.

Yoongi isn’t sure if he believes in destiny, but he does believe in this rule of thirds. He doesn’t remember where he learned the saying; perhaps he learned it from one of the other temple pistils, the older ones who like to tease the younger ones who are gullible and impressionable. Yoongi doesn’t think he was ever one of those young students, but he believes in the saying, doesn’t he?

Life has allotted Yoongi very few tragedies, for which he is grateful. Despite being an orphan, abandoned at the Mugunghwa temple as an infant to be cared for by the monks, he enjoyed a fulfilling childhood. The monks loved Yoongi with unconditional kindness that can only come from someone touched by the grace of the gods. The other orphaned children, those who had yet to have their awakening, played in harmony and were raised to be future disciples – that is, until their subgenders were awakened.

The monks raise the orphans within the confines of the temple grounds, but Yoongi never yearned for what lies beyond the colorful stone walls separating the temple buildings from the outside world. Yoongi had heard enough about the evil of the secular world, where the villages at the bottom of the mountain succumb to greed, violence, and lust and where suffering runs rampant through the townspeople. To Yoongi, it seems that the gods have forsaken such places. He is more interested in maintaining his quiet temple life.

So one might wonder, how does Min Yoongi, a young temple disciple with no knowledge of the world, know that bad things always come in threes if he has yet to experience bad things?

Twenty-one years of peace is far too long of a streak to maintain. At some point, luck runs out. Although Yoongi is a devout disciple of the gods, he can’t help but wonder if sometimes even the gods do not have control over fate.

The morning of the First Bad Thing starts as every morning does: Yoongi wakes with the sun. 

Light streams through the thin curtains drawn across his open windows, illuminating his quaint room with hues of orange and yellow. A breeze gently stirs the curtains, causing them to flutter with each new gust of wind. 

Children’s laughter filters in from outside. Yoongi smiles when he hears one of the older pistils, Namjoon, scold the children for being loud so early in the morning. No one cares if the children make noise, and Namjoon knows that. That’s why his threats of putting the children to work are empty and half-hearted. 

With a longing for simpler times pulling at his heartstrings, Yoongi forces himself out of bed. There is no time to miss the past when the present urges him to get started. 

After washing his face in the washbasin in the small bath adjoining his bedroom, he slips into his white linen hanbok, the simple one that doesn’t weigh heavily on his shoulders. The weather has been unusually warm for the spring, and Yoongi isn’t interested in sweating through his clothes while he does his daily chores. Sometimes, he wishes he could wear less restrictive clothes, like the simple linen shirt and shorts he wears to sleep. Unfortunately, the monks have taught the student disciples that such clothing isn’t becoming of pistils. Less cloth means more exposed skin, and with exposed skin comes the risk of showing off one’s awakening mark. 

Yoongi watches himself in the small mirror he keeps on top of his dresser, propped against the wall. In the oval glass, he twists to take a peek over his shoulder by turning his head to the side. He can barely see the tips of the barren tree branches that decorate his spine. As a sign that he was maturing from a teen into a young man, the mark of a barren tree sprouted from the base of his spine one morning. It crept up his back, its dark lines eventually breaking off into branches that spread between his shoulder blades. 

When Yoongi fastens his hanbok, the black branches are hidden away, just as he was taught. 

Having experienced the extremely uncomfortable awakening nearly ten years ago, Yoongi has reached the point where he rarely looks at his awakening mark. It is a reminder of his status in society, a lowly pistil whose primary purpose in life is to tend to the stamen who desire him. 

While some orphaned teens he grew up with were disappointed to awaken as pistils, Yoongi was relieved. Becoming a pistil meant he could stay in the temple as a disciple of god. If he had awakened as a stamen by developing the mark of a flower somewhere on his body rather than branches or vines, the monks would have sent him away to the military – where the monks send all stamen orphans once they’ve reached their awakening. Stamen are naturally stronger and more equipped to handle the violence of war than pistils are. 

Yoongi is sure the gods did not make him for military life. He feels sorrow merely from stepping on an ant; he could never handle war. 

It is a blessing from the gods that Yoongi was left on the temple grounds by his parents. As a temple pistil, he is privileged to live within a community of only pistils, never once having met a stamen aside from his orphan friends once their status was awakened. And even then, those friends were always gone by the following day, whisked away at night to fulfill their duties as peacekeepers. 

Warriors. 

Shaking his head to rid himself of thoughts of war, Yoongi leaves his bedroom and follows the hall toward the front doors of the students’ quarters. All students reside in one dormitory on the west side of the temple grounds, just south of the Mugunghwa garden. Yoongi loves the dormitory. He likes the intricate designs that decorate the walls and the proximity to the garden. But most of all, he likes living with his friends. 

Yoongi carries a small wicker basket filled with gardening tools in his arms. He is halfway along the meandering stepping stone path toward the Mugunghwa garden when he sees Namjoon rushing toward him. 

“Yoongi hyung!” 

Namjoon’s sandals slap against the ground, spraying dirt and gravel into the air as he hurries to reach a confused Yoongi. It’s odd; Namjoon is known for his quiet, studious personality. As one of the most promising students, Namjoon carries himself with poise and a gentle confidence Yoongi has admired ever since the two became friends after their awakenings. Yoongi has never seen Namjoon so animated. 

“Be careful,” Yoongi warns, motioning toward the mulched flower beds lining the stepping stone path. A small lizard scurries from a patch of ferns across the stones. 

Namjoon quickly sidesteps to avoid running too close to the pathway's edge. 

Patches of colorful flowers have already poked out of the ground. These are primarily common flowers: roses, marigolds, and peonies – all with little value aside from being pretty and smelling good. It isn’t until one gets deep into the garden, where the well of golden water is, that the magic can be felt flowing through the plants’ roots. 

“H-hyung, oh shit,” Namjoon trips forward and grabs Yoongi’s forearm to steady himself. 

Yoongi clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. What has gotten into his friend? 

“Don’t make me tell Myeong noona that you’re using such language, Joon-ah.” He speaks through a teasing smile that slowly dissolves into a frown when Namjoon doesn’t smile back. “What’s wrong?” 

“It’s Junseo,” Namjoon huffs through loud inhales as he tries to recover from the jog up the steep path. 

The altitude in the mountains can easily affect one’s head. It’s one of the many reasons Yoongi avoids exercising unless he has to. He’s mostly a bit lazy, but he supposes that even the temple disciples can afford some vices. Laziness is the closest to rebelling he’ll ever get. 

“What trouble has he gotten himself into now, hmm? Got bitten by one of the temple cats again?” Yoongi muses. With Junseo, anything is possible. Yoongi swears no one in the entire temple has needed to be rescued from silly mishaps as often as Junseo. 

“No, hyung,” Namjoon rushes to speak. His cheeks are pink, and sweat glistens on his top lip. “Junseo got marked .” 

The wicker basket of gardening tools barely misses smashing a bed of marigolds when the handle slips from Yoongi’s loose grasp. 

Leaving the basket where it falls, Yoongi grabs Namjoon by the wrist. His expression is stony as he asks, “How do you know?” 

“I heard Arem speaking with Misuk-ssi,” Namjoon whispers harshly. He’s breathing heavily as he practically drags Yoongi down the stone pathway toward the dormitory. “She asked her to find Junseo.” 

There is nothing more that Namjoon needs to say; everyone knows what it means to be called upon by one of the temple leaders.

The two men are silent as they weave through the stone paths connecting the temple buildings in a winding journey meant to mimic the peacefulness of strolling through the woods. Yoongi has yet to explore the woods, but he supposes he understands the meaning behind the landscaping. 

Their journey today is anything but peaceful. 

At first, Yoongi is afraid that their frantic hurrying toward the grand temple courtyard will cause suspicion – and he’s sure he and Namjoon aren’t supposed to know about Junseo. But it becomes clear that it isn’t just Yoongi and Namjoon who are privy to the scandal. Despite the early hour, the entire student body is trying to meander toward the courtyard. 

If gossip doesn’t bring the students out into the open, Junseo’s cries do. 

Yoongi doesn’t hear the wailing until he and Namjoon near the grand temple, where prayers and other religious ceremonies are held. The grand temple is also where the temple leaders reside, though Yoongi has never been in the wing with their living quarters. Trespassing is forbidden, but Yoongi is not interested in their living quarters. He has never admitted it out loud, but some of the leaders scare him. 

Misuk and Insu are the most intimidating of all the temple leaders and monks combined, so naturally, they are the leaders whose feet Junseo grovels at as he weeps. The young man’s face is wet with tears and lined with red marks on his cheeks as though he has been clawing at his face. Seeing him with clothes and other small trinkets scattered around his body, his white hanbok soiled by dirt, makes Yoongi’s blood run cold. 

“Pick yourself up, Junseo,” Misuk commands. The refreshing breeze has died down, making Misuk's words cut through the spring air and echo between buildings. 

“Please don’t make me leave, seonsaengnim!” Junseo presses his forehead to the stone path at the base of the temple stairs. “I am nothing without Mugunghwa!”

Misuk and Insu stand a few steps above him and watch him with eyes as dark as the center of the well of gold water in the garden. Yoongi has never seen such icy glares. Until now, nothing has disrupted the peacefulness of the temple. Sure, they all have occasional quarrels; it’s hard not to bicker when living in such a tight-knit community. Scandal, though, is unheard of. And this certainly is a scandal. 

“You have defiled your body, Kang Junseo,” Insu finally speaks, his voice as tight as the grimace on his face. “You are no longer welcome on sacred grounds.” 

When Junseo rises to his knees, the group of onlookers gasp. Even Namjoon inhales sharply, the sound quiet but loud enough for Yoongi to hear from where he stands beside him. 

Yoongi is silent as he watches Junseo hurry to pull his clothes tighter to his body, but the damage has been done. A large rip in the back of his hanbok runs from just below the collar down to the base of his spine. When he twists his torso, slivers of skin peek out from the rips – skin decorated with the prettiest marks Yoongi has ever seen. 

Dozens of flowers line the branches on Junseo’s back. Yoongi can’t make out the types of flowers from where he stands, the markings too small for him to see any details, but he’s close enough to be both amazed and horrified by the variation of colors on the young man’s skin. 

Junseo has many flowers on his back, which only means one thing: Junseo is no longer a virgin. From the looks of it, he lost his virginity a long time ago, or he has taken on many lovers in a short period— many lovers. 

Whispers erupt around them, but Yoongi can only hear his blood rushing in his ears. It isn’t until he feels lightheaded that he realizes he’s been holding his breath. He’s never seen the mark of a stamen on a pistil’s body before. Disciples are forbidden from having romantic relationships or engaging in sexual activity. One must be pure for the gods, dedicating their time to worship and the betterment of their community rather than to bodily pleasure. 

Not to mention the fate of pistils who are outed for having a stamen mark – let alone multiple – out of wedlock. 

“What will happen to him?” Yoongi asks Namjoon, never once taking his eyes off Junseo as he gathers his belongings into his arms. 

Namjoon shrugs, his eyes, too, still on Junseo. “I don’t know, work at a brothel, most likely. No one will want to marry him, and no self-respecting business owner will hire him.” 

Pressing his fingers to his lips, Yoongi tries to suppress a gasp without looking too obvious that he’s shocked by Namjoon’s prediction. “A brothel?” Yoongi knows what one is, but he cannot begin to imagine what it would be like to live and work in one. 

“Mhm,” Namjoon hums. “It’s awful. Many brothel pistils run out of room on their branches, so they go through a second awakening. Or a third and fourth. I’ve heard rumors of some brothel pistils completely covered in flowers.” 

One awakening was painful enough for Yoongi. To go through multiple… he doesn’t even want to consider it.

In front of him, Junseo stands with his belongings clutched to his chest. He has stopped crying and now stares ahead with a blank expression as though he doesn’t see anything at all. The look makes bile bubble up Yoongi’s throat. Silently, Junseo turns his back on the temple leaders and walks with squared shoulders across the courtyard toward the entrance of the temple grounds. 

The students dissipate in waves as Junseo walks through the grounds. There is nothing else to see here; no more drama to ogle. Even Misuk and Insu leave, taking slow, purposeful steps to their wing of the grand temple. In a matter of minutes, the courtyard is empty, aside from Yoongi, Namjoon, and a handful of other students who have returned to talking amongst themselves or studying. Junseo is merely a speck in the distance, moving like an ant until he turns a corner and Yoongi can no longer see him. 

Just like that, Junseo is gone, and the temple returns to how it was as if there had never been a Junseo at all. 

The only change to temple life after Junseo’s dramatic departure is the immediate implementation of what the monks call a “purity sweep.” They insist to the students that this is a one-time occurrence, merely the opportunity for temple leaders to ensure that no one else has fallen prey to worldly temptations. If the rest of the students are well-behaved, purity sweeps won’t be needed. 

Although Yoongi is a virgin, he trembles with nerves when he stands outside the infirmary a week later with Namjoon at his side. 

“It’ll be alright,” Namjoon reassures Yoongi, gently squeezing the nape of his neck. “It’ll be over before you know it. I can even go first if you’d like.” Namjoon is too kind for his own good. 

Yoongi shakes his head even though having Namjoon go first would be a source of comfort for him. His nerves are irrational. If he was a good student, he’d know how to meditate the fear away like Namjoon had.  “No, no, I will be fine.”

Bracing himself for the unknown, Yoongi enters the infirmary. There is a monk there to guide him to the correct examination room. Their sandals click against the stone flooring and echo through the hall. Yoongi doesn’t need the monk to show him where to go, but he doesn’t say anything. Due to his affinity for plants, Yoongi has trained to become a temple healer. Thus, he knows his way around the infirmary due to his regular training hours.

Although magic does not run through the veins of pistils, the Mugunghwa carry magic in their petals from the gold water in the enchanted well at the center of the Mugunghwa garden. Monks like Yoongi, who is patient and kind, know how to nurture the magic within those plants, using their petals to create healing potions that the monks send throughout the kingdom. 

Reaching the correct room, the monk allows Yoongi to enter first. He gives Yoongi a gentle smile and gestures to a wooden table against the wall. 

“You may remove your hanbok and place it there,” the monk instructs. He’s an unfamiliar face to Yoongi, which isn’t surprising. The Mugunghwa temple is one of the largest in the Mountain region; it’s impossible to know everyone. 

Silently, Yoongi follows the monk’s instructions. He shivers once he is standing in nothing but his underwear despite the room being almost uncomfortably warm. Unsure of what to do with himself, Yoongi stands stiffly with his arms at his sides. The stance seems good enough, for the monk doesn’t say anything as he walks a tight circle around Yoongi’s rigid body, looking for any splotches of color along the branches covering Yoongi’s back. 

Sweat beads at Yoongi’s hairline, making his blonde bangs stick to his skin. What if the monk finds a blemish on Yoongi’s skin and thinks it’s a stamen’s flower? Will they immediately toss him out like Junseo? Would Yoongi have the chance to explain himself? 

Questions swarm his mind, churning around until his brain is clouded with nonsense. He’s so stressed that he nearly misses the light touch on his shoulder. 

“Yoongi?” The monk calls out softly, making Yoongi blink rapidly. 

“Yes, seonsaengnim?” 

“You may get dressed. The examination is over.” 

With a sigh of relief, Yoongi scrambles to put his clothes on. As he hurries out of the infirmary to wait for Namjoon in the courtyard, he sends a silent prayer to the gods that the other students remain pure like they’re supposed to. Yoongi doesn’t want to go through another purity sweep ever again.

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GLOSSARY OF TERMS

(Borrowed from here and revised to fit my fic)

Pistilverse AU - A South Korean fanfic trope wherein almost all humans experience an "awakening" during puberty that assigns them into one of two botanically-inspired groups: Pistils and Stamens. These groups are denoted by marks on the person's body, similar to tattoos.

Pistil and Stamens - Pistils develop a mark of a barren tree that appears along their spine after their awakening, while stamens develop a flower somewhere on their body after their awakening.

Awakening - The moment a flower or tree appears on a person’s body, signifying their status as a pistil or stamen. You could look at it as a coming-of-age moment in a person’s life. These are typically painful for pistils. A pistil might experience more than one awakening if their tree becomes too full of flowers.

Marks/Marking - When a pistil sleeps with a stamen, the stamen’s flower blooms on the pistil’s tree branches. The number of flowers a pistil has is proportional to that of the stamens they had sex with. In this fic, pistils with many flowers are considered promiscuous and experience slut shaming based on religion.

Marked - The term used to describe a pistil who has received a stamen’s flower on their body.

Mugunghwa - The national flower of South Korea.

Gukseon - A Chief officer of a Hwarang group. The Hwarang were an elite warrior group in Silla, an ancient kingdom of the Korean Peninsula until the 10th century.

Seonsaengnim - A respectful honorific for a teacher.

Disclaimer: All my writing is fictional and for entertainment purposes only. None of these characters are meant to actually represent the real people mentioned in the stories. 

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[writersrealmbts]

Not In Love: Habitual Provision

Description: Part 2 of Not In Love. You’re helping Tae and Yoongi house-hunt, which is a very difficult thing. Especially with five kids and a hectic schedule. What surprises await you?

Warnings: None?

Posted: 12/06/2022

Tags: family au, yoongi x taehyung x reader?, hybrid au, Taegi x reader eventually, Kid!Bangtan, Kid Jimin

Fluff with some angst (because I was aiming for fluff so I got angst): 5,427

Author’s Note: This is for my @kerikaaria​ baby! For her birthday! Again! Yes I know it’s a day early, happy birthday anyway! Also, I have a second post for you, but this was the big one.

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Jimin and Hoseok looked up at you with confused expressions. 

You shook your head, having no answers for Taehyung’s behavior beyond it being Taehyung. 

“I’m telling you, the angels say this is not the place for us.”

“Tae, the angels didn’t tell you that your husband would be furious about you bringing four kids home without asking, so I think the angels aren’t that reliable.” Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Also, we’re not so great on options, right now.”

You sighed and did another headcount. “Where’s Seokjinnie?”

His head poked up over the kitchen counters.

“Don’t climb onto the counters,” You instructed softly, grateful for his good hearing, waving him back over to the group.

Namjoon was tracing the shapes on the rug. 

Jungkook was looking at Taehyung with big eyes from Yoongi’s arms.

Taehyung was gesturing around. “It’s got a bad vibe, hyung! We can’t raise our kids with such a bad vibe.”

“We’re not choosing our home based on a ‘vibe’,” Yoongi said with some exasperation.

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[iamyoursinblog]

Hyung

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Min Yoongi x Kim Taehyung

Genre:  smut

Word Count:  2.1 k

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Jungkook chuckled as he watched Taehyung keep his eyes on Yoongi. Although Jungkook himself was captivated by the way Yoongi looked when he was working. Jungkook bit his lip as Yoongi growled loudly as he slammed his fist on the couch. Yoongi swore as he ran his fingers through his long hair as he leaned back against the couch. And when this hyung became so seductive, Jungkook chuckled, feeling aroused. Jungkook met Taehyung's gaze and they smiled at each other realizing they were thinking the same thing.

Taehyung got up from the table and walked over to the sofa Yoongi was sitting on. Jungkook also stood up coming closer. Jungkook ran his hands over Yoongi's shoulders, massaging them. “Hyung, are you okay?” Jungkook asked.

“Can't finish the track. Everything seemed fine yesterday. But today it sounds not that good.” Yoongi growled back to work. Jungkook continued to massage his shoulder, sensing how tense Yoongi was.

Taehyung sat down at Yoongi's feet, running his palms over Yoongi's legs. “Hyung, you're too tense,” Taehyung said while massaging Yoongi's muscles on legs.

Yoongi raised his head from the screen to made Taehyung freeze motionless. “I hope it just seemed like you two are trying to seduce me now?” Yoongi shifted his gaze to Jungkook raising an eyebrow. Taehyung and Jungkook continued to massage Yoongi's body, making him relax.

Jungkook ran his palms over Yoongi's chest as he moved down. “Hyung, didn’t you say we’re too seductive and testing your patience just by being around,” Jungkook whispered into Yoongi’s ear while biting him.

“Then why aren’t you seducing us even though we are so close to you now?” Taehyung ran his palms over Yoongi's legs, moving up to his hips where Yoongi's laptop was.

Yoongi laughed as he tossed his laptop aside on the couch. “Want to show me how horny you are?” asked Yoongi while looking into Taehyung's eyes. Jungkook chuckled as he saw the smirk on Taehyung's face. Taehyung's hands stroked Yoongi's thighs and crotch. Taehyung looked at Jungkook and smiled. Jungkook pulled Yoongi's shirt up to get rid of it. Jungkook ran his tongue along Yoongi's neck while Taehyung placed kisses on Yoongi's stomach as he moved up. Yoongi moaned contentedly as Jungkook and Taehyung ran their tongues over Yoongi's nipples. Yoongi ran his fingers through Taehyung and Jungkook's hair, squeezing it. “Seems like we turned the two of you into something too dangerous, don’t we?” Yoongi laughed.

Yoongi squeezed Taehyung's hair pulling his face closer before kissing him. Jungkook groaned as Yoongi squeezed his hair tighter while kissing Taehyung. Jungkook ran his hands over Taehyung's body, leaving a bite on his neck. Yoongi let go of Taehyung, digging into Jungkook's lips. Jungkook groaned as Yoongi's tongue slipped into his mouth. Yoongi broke the kiss, pulling Taehyung and Jungkook to each other. Taehyung chuckled before kissing Jungkook. Yoongi's fingers guided their kiss. Taehyung and Jungkook seemed to be Yoongi's personal dolls that he played with. Jungkook could feel from Taehyung's kiss that he was excited. Each time Taehyung's kisses became more aggressive when Taehyung got aroused. Taehyung pulled away from Jungkook taking off his shirt and throwing it to the side. Jungkook continued to massage Yoongi's body while Taehyung moved down Yoongi's body with kisses. Taehyung's fingers quickly unbuttoned Yoongi's pants, pulling them down and down with the underwear. Jungkook ran his fingers through Yoongi's hair, massaging his head. Jungkook couldn't take his eyes off Taehyung who ran his tongue over Yoongi's cock, causing Jungkook's cock to twitch in his pants. Fuck, that was too hot. Jungkook got rid of his shirt when Yoongi ran his hand over Jungkook's chest. The way Taehyung tongued Yoongi's cock made him go crazy. Jungkook leaned into Yoongi's neck, his kisses turning into bites on Yoongi's skin.

Yoongi moaned while clutching Jungkook's hair as Taehyung took Yoongi's cock in his mouth. “Fuck,” Yoongi cursed as Taehyung sank lower and lower with every move. Yoongi growled as Taehyung took Yoongi's cock all the way into his mouth before pulling away to meet Yoongi's gaze. Yoongi ran his finger along Taehyung's lower lip, wiping away the thin strand of saliva that reached Yoongi's cock. “Looks like you practiced, Taehyung” Yoongi chuckled as he move gaze over at Jungkook. “Should I check if your skills have improved too, Jungkook?”

Jungkook jumped over the couch to kneel next to Taehyung. Jungkook licked his lips before running his tongue over Yoongi's cock. He closed his eyes enjoying Taehyung's fingers caressing his skin. Jungkook's mouth landed on Yoongi's cock, Jungkook's fingers played with Yoongi's balls, making Yoongi moan louder. Jungkook's moans vibrated on Yoongi's cock as Taehyung's kiss on his neck turned into bites. Jungkook sinks all the way onto Yoongi's cock, letting it rest against Jungkook's throat. Jungkook turned his head to the side, letting Taehyung's lips join his. The tongues of Taehyung and Jungkook are woven over a Yoongi's head. Yoongi squeezed Taehyung and Jungkook's hair by pressing their lips together, lightly pushing his cock between their lips. Jungkook squeezed Taehyung's neck, sinking down the length of Yoongi's cock with Taehyung, meeting Yoongi's every thrust. Jungkook and Taehyung continued to suck Yoongi's cock, dropping to its full length. Jungkook and Taehyung moaned along with Yoongi as his cum shot into their mouths. Taehyung and Jungkook kept kissing, sliding Yoongi's head with their tongues, making hyung moan loudly. Jungkook laughed softly as his and Taehyung's tongues made Yoongi's cock hard again.

Yoongi stood up from the couch running his fingers through Taehyung and Jungkook's hair, lifting them off the floor. Taehyung and Jungkook started unbuttoning their pants at the same time, making Yoongi laugh. “Facing the sofa” said Yoongi when Taehyung and Jungkook were completely naked. He bent over on the couch, his ass up. Yoongi spread Taehyung and Jungkook's legs wider, making them feel too open for their hyungs' gaze.

Taehyung and Jungkook moaned together as Yoongi ran his hands over their crotches to the tip of their cock. Yoongi backed away from them, returning with lube in hand. “Fuck,” Jungkook moaned as the cold liquid sank into his hot skin. Yoongi pressed his fingertip against Jungkook’s tight anus. Yoongi chuckled as his finger slid into Jungkook’s ass. “Even so,” Yoongi groaned as he continued to slide his finger into Jungkook's ass, causing him to moan softly. Yoongi added lube to Taehyung's ass before slipping his finger into it. Yoongi growled as he continued to finger fuck Taehyung and Jungkook. “I don't even know who to fuck first,” laughed Yoongi. “You are both so needy. One,” Yoongi said sharply.

“Two,” Jungkook groaned, and Yoongi tugged on his arm, forcing him to stand up straight. Jungkook practically pounced on Yoongi’s lips as he pulled him closer. Yoongi laughed at Jungkook’s exuberance. Yoongi ran his hand down Jungkook's back, thrusting into his ass with two fingers, making Jungkook hiss at the sensation. “I think he's more ready than you,” Yoongi said, showing how easily two fingers slid into Taehyung's ass. Jungkook chuckled as he remembered last night. Yoongi added more lube as he pushed his cock lightly into Taehyung's ass. Yoongi squeezed Taehyung's shoulder as he lifted him off the couch before bringing Taehyung to his knees on the couch. “Jungkook has prepared you so well…” Yoongi groaned loudly, thrusting full length into Taehyung's ass, causing Taehyung to moan. “Looks like he needs help, Taehyung.” Yoongi lubed up Taehyung, pointing at Jungkook.

“Hyung…fuck,” Taehyung moaned as Yoongi pushed hard again. Taehyung growled while grabbing Jungkook’s hand. Taehyung pushed Jungkook onto the couch, pressing Jungkook’s knees against his chest. Jungkook moaned as Taehyung squeezed his shoulder, thrusting impatiently into him with two fingers. Yoongi copied every movement of Taehyung's fingers as he fucked Jungkook, Taehyung added more lube to his fingers before fucking Jungkook faster. Yoongi's fingers brushed Taehyung's cock before directing the tip of his cock into Jungkook's ass.

“Looks like he's ready.” Yoongi gave Taehyung a hard thrust into Taehyung's ass, causing Taehyung to thrust full length into Jungkook's ass. Taehyung practically fell on Jungkook, moaning along with him.

“Fuck... this feels so good,” Taehyung moaned as he thrust into Jungkook's ass again. Yoongi stopped, letting Taehyung slide over his cock at his own pace as he fucked Jungkook's ass. Taehyung's moans filled the room, almost deafening Jungkook. Jungkook groaned trying to get used to Taehyung's too fast pace, who was too lost in enjoyment to control himself. Taehyung took out Jungkook's cock, grabbing it with his hand. Yoongi increased the pace, fucking Taehyung hard with him on the verge of orgasm. Taehyung's hot cum covered Jungkook's belly. Jungkook squeezed Taehyung's shoulder Jungkook couldn't take his eyes off Taehyung's face, he was too handsome when he cum.  Jungkook got up from the couch and pressed Taehyung's lips. Yoongi pulled on Jungkook's hand as he pulled away from Taehyung, switching their positions. Jungkook didn't have to say anything Jungkook lifted Taehyung's legs wide apart. Jungkook groaned at how light his cock slid into Taehyung's tight ass. Yoongi squeezed Jungkook's shoulder, tilting him forward more. Jungkook stopped breathless as Yoongi thrust into him with a hard thrust.

“Oh wow…” Jungkook groaned as he tried to push Taehyung's ass. Jungkook stopped with his hands on the couch, making Yoongi laugh.

“Not as easy as it seemed watching Taehyung?” Yoongi asked laughing while giving Jungkook a hard ass thrust.

Yoongi's fingers squeezed Jungkook's thighs, making him move. The feeling tore everything inside him apart. It was too much fun. Yoongi's relentless hard thrusts made Jungkook slide into Taehyung's ass again and again. The more Jungkook enjoyed it, the more he wanted to. Jungkook heard Yoongi laugh as he started fucking Taehyung on his own, taking every push from Yoongi. So that's how you felt when Jungkook and Taehyung fucked you at the same time. This is the pleasure that you want to move away from, because it is more than you can take. But at the same time, you want to be kept in place by force, forcing you to take this pleasure completely. “Hyung, I want harder,” Jungkook groaned, realizing that Yoongi was holding back because of him.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Yoongi growled, allowing himself to move at full strength. Jungkook laughed at how much Yoongi was holding back, but his laughter quickly turned into moans. The speed of Yoongi’s thrusts made Jungkook move faster in Taehyung’s ass. Jungkook's head spun as the orgasm washed over him, making him practically scream in pleasure. Everything turned to darkness as Jungkook filled Taehyung's ass with cum with every thrust of Yoongi. Jungkook didn't even realize that he had fallen into Taehyung's arms until Taehyung's trembling arms hugged him. He felt how hot liquid was running down his back as Yoongi cum with a loud moan.

Jungkook didn't even have the strength to say a single word. Now Jungkook more than ever wanted someone to take care of the mess on his body. He smiled, or so it seemed to him, when he felt the damp towel on his body. He wonders if he was hallucinating or if he actually heard you laugh. As Taehyung's warm body battled towards him again, he let the darkness completely cover him.

 P.S.

POV You

You froze in front of the door, hearing loud screams coming from the apartment. You laughed as you opened the door. You chuckled when only Yoongi's moans remained. You walked into the living room just as Yoongi came covering Jungkook's lower back in cum. You bit your lip while watching Taehyung and Jungkook. You went to the bathroom and soaked two large towels and returned back to the living room. Yoongi stood with his eyes closed, resting his hand on the back of the sofa. You clenched your legs as the blunt knot twisted your belly with arousal. Yoongi looked too sinful, you thought as you looked at his damp hair and body covered in sweat. You approached Yoongi from behind, hugging him and running your hand over his stomach, making him flinch slightly in surprise.

“Mmm baby, when did you come in,” Yoongi moaned leaving a kiss on your palm.

“At the hottest moment,” you laughed as you watched Jungkook lie immobile in Taehyung’s arms. You smiled at Taehyung, meeting his eyes clouded with pleasure. “I thought you were going to work?” you hugged Yoongi as he turned to you, leaving kisses on your neck and collarbone.

“I was working,” Yoongi smirked. “But then those two seduced me.” Yoongi pointed to Taehyung and Jungkook, and Taehyung smiled proudly.

“Sounds too familiar.” You laughed at his words. “These two have become a dangerous seduction team,” you shook your head.

Yoongi laughed as he looked at Taehyung and Jungkook “I said the same thing”

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Empty Canvases

Gone - Part 8

Summary: Tae’s dreams were nothing but a tunnel with no ending - dark, bleak and empty.. Yoongi made him smile, you opened his eyes to light.. the world and everyone in it made him cry.. Through this abandoned tunnel that now has a torch shining its way and an ending to reach - he runs to it - with joy.. To the sparkly eyed fool who follows him around everywhere and anywhere..

Word Count: 5.3k

Genre: painter!taehyung x reader x yoongi (one-sided love) / third-wheeling / painter!taehyung x painter!oc (male) / moving on!au / heartbreak!au / best friends!au

Warning: judgemental parents / unrealistic expectations / generational trauma / unsupportive parents / toxic relationships / fear

A/N: @hobateas This series has come so far and so much time has passed.. In fact, a whole year has passed since I posted the first chapter.. It’s funny how time passes by so quickly - it goes by every time I blink or think..

There’s a surprise that drops after this chapter though.. So, look forward to that! Summer Break starts soon for me, so yeah… I can finally focus on the things I have intended to finish ever since that of last year.. Birthday projects and lingering requests.. Fics, series.. Ahhhhh!! I’m so excited!!!! (Oh- how things have changed since I’ve written this note)

I find myself unable to finish the very last chapter of this beautiful story.. I have found myself half way through only, and that is where I have decided as of today to end this wonderful piece of mine.. Albeit, incomplete - I will leave the rest to your imagination

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Aged Nine ↴

‘Taehyungiee.. Do you know what this is, sweetheart?’

‘Paint..’ in a tiny voice, confusion sprinkling the edges of his fingers he answers to his aunt’s query.

‘Mhmm.. It is.. Isn’t it simply, wonderful though?’

‘I don’t know, aunty.. It’s just paint.’

‘Is that what your mummy said?’

‘Yeah,’ he nods hesitantly.

‘Always the no-funner.. Isn’t it, your mummy?’

‘Yeah,’ he agrees whole-heartedly..

‘Do you see that whale over there, Tae?’ she points at a canvas littered with blue and purple strokes.

To little Taehyung, it was the most beautiful picture he has ever seen.. (He hasn’t seen much besides the white walls of his bedroom and the soulless designs that coats his entire home in his mother’s so-called “chic” - his bad, “sheik.”)

And that’s how he fell in love.. Fast, fully, quick and painfully.. The same way he fell and falls in love with anything and everything..

‘Do you like it?’

Did he like it? She had no need to throw such unthinkable questions his way.. He didn't just like it, he loved it.. He was amazed, enthralled, enchanted, captivated.. Whatever magical feeling a nine-year-old could sheath into words.

‘Woahh, it’s.. Woahh,’ he beamed as paint splattered onto a piece of paper.

To him, it was more than a piece of paper.. It was the truest form of his childish thoughts finally let free and given the freedom to explore beyond its iron cage. It gave him joy, and he gladly tugged onto it.

He felt like a young harry potter who just got a hold on his very own wand for the first time.. He felt like a sparkle-eyed Matilda who no longer had to sneak around just to get his hands on a single book..

He felt free

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Aged Seventeen ↴

Paint.. Strokes of white, blue and violet that clings onto the empty surface of his heart.. Like that of the canvas a road away from him - devoid of colour. It bubbles, coagulates.. and evaporates into puddles of putrid green..

His eyes are but two blobs of dust that coats the edges of your window, his head is nothing but a swirl of cream that drips off of the sides of your cup.. He is nothing but an empty canvas. And even with the piece of stolen chalk in his hands and this wretched piece of torn paper placed atop of the table in front of him, he can’t seem to associate with anything but empty canvases.. Because he’s so devoid of colour, he forgot how to draw inside of lines..

‘Kim Taehyung!’

However, there was one man (and only one) that brought rainbows and collisions of mess-stricken fireworks to his dull life.

‘Taehyung-ah!’

At the sound of that ever so hauntingly beautiful voice and that loving smile that was so easy to absorb - almost like that of an iv being injected into the blue of his veins. He smiles - a tragic tale in the making.. sunflowers slowly wilting into strokes of mustard yellow and dirt brown.

‘Hyung!! You have finally decided to glance my way,’ the most he’s ever been near the latter, and the most he has ever spoken to him..

It would be a lie if Taehyung said his cheeks were an unusual shade of cotton candy pink due to the continuous waves of heat that have been coming and going the past few weeks. It would be a lie if Taehyung said the man before him wasn’t the reason to why he was two seconds from hiccuping like a fool who forgot to fill up his bottle of water for the morning run.

‘We can be friends.’

That’s it.. Taehyung must be dreaming! After months of pinning over the sculptor, he’s finally got a chance at seeing those skilled fingers up close and to get a glimpse into that brilliant mind of his.

Isn’t that exciting? Tae’s heard plenty if not a bucket of glaze worth of praise for the soft bundle of wool of a human!

From what he knows, Yoongi sculpted the town’s fountain out of his bare hands.. And that fountain is stunning! He means it!

Perfectly rounded in shape, dips and curves perfectly to form mind-bending patterns, the flowers that bundle at the center! Oh, and the pretty lights (Tae doubts Yoongi did that, but it‘s still a dazzling piece of art if he doesn’t mind saying so himself)

Tae likes blubbering nonsense.. But, can you stop him? When he’s full of so much love.

‘Reallly?’

‘Yes.’

Sugar, spice and everything nice.. Running across a field of rainbow lollipops and popping star candy!!! He truly must be dreaming!

‘Taehyung, let me be honest with you. I came here because of Y/N.’

‘Oh..’ he wears his heart on his sleeve, and right now - there is no sleeve.. There is no heart- there is no-

‘She likes you. Will you do me a favour, and go out with her?’

A strange offer from a man he’s never spoken too.. Did Tae call Yoongi a sweetheart earlier, because at the moment he’s an absolute asshole.. So much, Tae squints his eyes tight and considers spraying either pepper spray or bear spray in the evil man’s seeing globes.

‘So, you’re not here because you want to be friends?’

Betrayal lines the opening of his throat, bitter bile rising to fill the spaces of his loveless heart..

‘No..’ ‘You can think ab-’

‘I’ll do it.’

Tae has a thing for bastards.. It’s showing, and he hates it.. It isn’t his fault his over-bearing, emotionally-unavailable, and self-absorbed stick figures for parents has lowered his standards to a negative 7.. The child in him is screaming to get approval from this unsatiable being.. The child in him is screaming ‘there must be something beautiful behind those ever-lasting grimaces.’

In his parents, never.. In Yoongi, maybe..

‘Tomorrow, 4 pm. Cafe Bonsai.’

A- a- ha- ha- ha-..

Step number one: Get to know this Y/N girl

Step number two: Ask her shit about Yoongi

Step number three: Ask her to help me

Step number four: Yoongi, conquered!

‘Do you prefer sandwiches or burgers?’

‘Burgers..’

‘Ah, me too!’

‘Cats or dogs?’

‘Cats!’ ‘Cats!’

‘Ahhhh!’

Like how we warm ourselves up after a rainy day, or how we dodge from falling stones - knowing of how it will harm us.. Certain things just come naturally to us. Like snow in winter and ripe grapes in summer. Like moisture on cold glass and

The sky is an awful shade of grey, facing it.. One would know.. You don’t have to tell Taehyung.. He already knows..

That he was in big trouble when it came to you.

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Aged Eighteen ↴

He felt free.. until he didn’t-

*on the phone*

‘Aren’t you going to show me what you painted the other day, Tae?’

‘Come on, Y/niee,’ in a sleepy voice he smiles as he flutters around on his matress.

‘You know I don’t show my work to just anyone.’

‘Do I have to pay up, Sir?’

‘Now now.. I’m expensive.’

‘Not as expensive as Yoongi’s sculpting rate.’

‘Not as expensive as that, but still more than a high school student could ever afford.’

‘But enough for his best friend to afford?’

‘Maybe..’

‘I’m hanging-’

‘Come over tomorrow, I’ll give you a peak!’

‘Okay, painter.. Hanging up for real now, sweet dreams..’

Sweet? That was when the monsters creeped in, crawling through his bedroom door and dragging him off of his sleep.

The red one pulls at his feet: ‘Aren’t you afraid, Tae?’

The blue one pokes at his undefined cheeks: ‘Too happy.. more than you deserve, isn’t it- Kim.’

The purple one hovers above him: ‘You’re not supposed to be doing any of this, child.’

*crash*

*boom*

*bam*

*puff*

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‘Huh.. huh.. huh..’ sweat coats his honeyed skin, clinging onto it like tar on rugged walls.

Like bits of newspaper being placed onto cardboard with watered-down glue, it sticks.. it bleeds.. and it feeds..

It caves in, and his hands trail down the side of his headboard.. It trickles, and his feet relax to the beat of death..

‘This- This-’

The sound of rummaging, throwing and tossing painting red into the thunder’s thrumming blue..

Like a fool dressed in clown pants and bunny ears, he makes his way downstairs - to the noise that haunts his world - his peaceful world of birds and badly bred tigers.

‘Mom?’

‘Oh, Tae.. I was trying to find my plates.’ ‘And I happen to run into this,’ she snaps a brush in half with her feet as she kicks furiously at the mess she made.

‘You know.. My plates! The ones with the sakura flowers! The ones I bought from Japan! I was going to use it! Your dad’s coming home today!!! His plane arrives this afternoon!’

He ignores his mother’s complains.. He burries his head into the ground, dirt slowly burrying him to utter oblivion.

‘Those brushes?

‘Ah!! Your stupid aunt must have accidentally left them here! It’s okay I’ll throw them away!! Stupid bitch!’ she throws a flat-tipped brush across the kitchen floor - and along with it, she throws her son’s dreams away.

‘It’s the prettiest set of plates we have!’

And those are the only set of brushes Tae’s got..

He wants to weep.. But, he doesn't..

He wants to scream and throw one of her plates out the window, but he doesn't..

He doesn't do anything at all..

‘Give me the brushes, Tae.’

Even as she throws his brushes away..

‘Here.. The last one..’

He tucks it into the front pocket of his pants.

‘Now.. Where did I keep those plates of mine?’ with grey sticking out of her hair, she smiles at him.

He simply stares..

‘Aghhhh!! There they are!!!!’

‘Now!! Tae, how has your business classes been going!!’

‘Fine..’

‘Huh?’ putting the white-tinted box down, she looks back at him - expectations whirling in her eyes.

‘They’re going fine.’

He does not want to disappoint her( for as much as she has disappointed him over the years) he loves his mother with all of his heart.

‘That’s good to hear, Tae.’

She would pluck the world out for him.. But, she’ll never come to understand his love for rainbow tainted hands.. lead tarnished tables or the colour blue. That’s the way the universe works. Sometimes, we simply won't be able to understand someone.. despite how much hard we try to.. and how much we love or care for them. That’s just the way the universe works.

‘And then you’ll take up business management.. You’ll do wonderfully well. Won’t you? Our Tae..

He does not want to disappoint her, even if he tastes salt all over his mouth - and the image of his brushes stuffed in black garbage bags has his chest tight and his lungs submerged and brimming with sea water. He does not feel like a fish out of water, after all, for as long as he has lived.. He has known that this is where he belongs..(what he has been told, at least) He’s a little fish whose gills have been stripped off of him, and now he’s heaving for oxygen.. Desperately washing onto shore.. Desperately swimming towards his dreams that bubble with false hope..

‘Mom, what time is it?’

The clock inside of him was ticking..

Tick tok.. Tick tok..

He had to keep a straight face, he couldn’t let his mother know of his precious yet unrequited love for painting.. She would ransack through his room, pull out the stack of cheap paint brushes he had hidden under his bed and that big tool box filled with canisters of expensive paint that he used his birthday money saved up over the years for.

She would stare at him and question how her son ended up like this.. Striving for a passion that would cause him to starve.

‘Oh Tae..’ she would, with a tragic pair of eyes, pitty him with grace.

Oh, son.. I would never allow you to fill your stomach with the dirt beneath my feet. You will make people polish your shoes clean and everyone will be underneath your feet. I will make sure of it. Her eyes would scream..

She would look at him with horror, regretting the days she let her sister (his aunt) come by. She would phone her and scream: ‘What did you tell my son, you unfilial wench!’

And then she’ll phone his father: ‘Tae-Hoon.. Our son..’

‘It’s probably just a phase of his.. You know, children..’ he would reply, busy chugging down his second expresso shot of the day (it was 8 am).

‘Tae.. How about we find you a better hobby? Like- like- skiing? Ughh- like- basketball.. Just- not painting..’

She does not say it, but he knows why.. It has been imprinted into his head ever since he accidentally overheard his parents and grandparents talking over dinner at the ripe age of fourteen.

‘We thought she would be over it..’

‘It was our fault.. We kept on going: good job! good job! She is our child of course, your sister.. Compliments get into children’s heads. I mean, painting as a hobby is different from pursuing it as a career. One keeps you fed, the other doesn't.’

They were afraid, he’d end up like her..

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Aged Twenty ↴

Worry grazed his face.. This must be a misunderstanding of some sort, isn’t it? The tickets.. He-

*rings*

To describe the look on his face.. One would have to go to paintings such as “Ophelia” after the well-known play: Hamlet by that of William Shakespeare. The sorrows of picking flowers and drowning in a river not as bitter as the betrayal and confusion that deforms the frame of both of their faces. Perhaps the same way Ophelia fell deep into sorrow upon realising of what Hamlet has done, Taehyung’s heart froze at what only his mother could have done.

The difference between the two though.. Is what a forensic pathologist might describe as one being too horrible to take in: a person with a bullet lodged in their forehead, and the trace of gun powder in their dominant hand. The other being too perfect to be true: a person with inflamed lungs (a sign of being drowned to death) and flesh discovered close to the hyponychium of their finger, wedged in between the tiny opening of their nails. For it wasn’t betrayal that froze Taehyung’s heart to shock.. No- Infact, his frozen heart has thawed.

‘I divorced your father today. It almost feels as though I’m some helpless trophy wife in one of those over-dramatic tv shows who do anything and everything to please their husbands. I was.’

‘I don’t think I’ll be talking to your grandparents anymore.. They’ve been feeding me too much-.. Prejudice.. Ah, forget it.. Bullshit.. They fed me bullshit.’

‘He he..’ ‘Tae?’

He was sobbing, dressed in a badly-stained shirt and joggers that were way too loose for him in the corner of his apartment’s bathroom. Afraid his roommate would hear him, he sucks his tears in.. Or was it his breath?

‘Tae. Are you crying, son?’

‘Hiccups..’

‘I’m assuming you got the tickets today. I put in a little word with the director at the Paris University of Arts..’ she smiles to herself ‘Ah ah ah.. I didn't bribe them. I know you would hate me for that, son. I showed them an artwork of yours.. Y/N emailed it to me.. I’m sorry if you feel like I’m invading your-’

‘And- I’m *sobs* sorry for cutting you off, mom. But, thank you.. Thank you..’

To say his life turned around that day would be an understatement and to say it changed his life completely would be an overstatement. As he sat down and Seoul blurred from his vision and all he could see was clouds. And eventually nothing as the flight attendant had requested for him to slide his window’s blind up. He relishes in a very important turning point of his life, but smiles fondly at how much hasn’t changed so far.

He was still the same Tae who found paint as nothing but pigment then eventually thought of it as his everything (his mother, you and Yoongi included in that label).. He was still the same boy he cried over his broken and trashed brushes.. He was that, yet so much more.. So much has changed, yet nothing has changed.. Deep in thought, he doesn't think it makes much sense.. Years later, he still thinks that it all does not make much sense..

There are a multitude of topics he could ponder upon, but.. Kim Taehyung decided that with a cup of orange juice in his hand, 6.2 miles off of ground and with his long legs crouched to fit the space provided.. That he wanted to be a little schmaltzy and overly sentimental - even if he gets a few glances from the old lady-

‘Ajumeoni.. (term used for a woman who is of old age)’

‘I’m only thirty-eight!’

The lady with the scarf.. His bad..

‘Can I please have more orange juice, please?’

That’s got to clear his mind!

‘Me too..’

‘Huh?’

His eyes sparkle.. A shade of brown that Tae would find delight in mixing colours to match and using his brush to blend at just so the light reflects onto it the same way it did in reality.

The softness of his face, the valley that is his nose, the plushness of his lips.. He was the kind of beauty that made Taehyung wainted to learn how to draw humans.

Sketch be sketch, step by step.. Line by line.. Only three people have made him want to delve in the art of portraying the features of a living, breathing and speaking being onto paper. Yoongi, You.. and now.. This stranger..

A beauty that won’t nudge you into a speechless bubble of amazement.. A beauty that won’t cause you stumble on your steps.. Solely, a beauty that you know deep somewhere in your heart that it would never do you wrong.. A beauty-

‘Orange juice..’

He hopes he doesn't get caught starring..

‘Oh-... Two,’ he clarified by putting two of his fingers up.

‘Jiwon..’

‘Huh?!’

That startles him, but the dripping of orange liquid in a disposable plastic cup calms him down.. Almost like chasing a panic attack away with the neverending sound of the piano.

‘My name.’

‘Oh-’

At moments like this, Tae questions more and more how on earth, he became his high school’s heartthrob.. He was loaded, good-looking (although he doesn't quite agree-agree).. In that department, he did fit into the stereotypical image of what a heartthrob supposedly is - at least according to all the dramas he has watched because he was bored and had nothing to do after finishing his assignments. He never attended any parties, never played with hearts or was never truly friends with anyone but Yoongi and You (Namjoon and Jin coming a very close second)..

He was always and still is a meek little boy who spoke a few words and wouldn’t hurt a butterfly.. In all the dramas he’s watched, he narrowed himself down as being the quiet kid who no one paid attention to.

He was-

Oh- Did people perhaps confuse his aloofness to being a cold demeanour that he held up.. meant to make him look cool? Oh- But all he wanted was to make friends?

Tae pouts, finding fault in his distant glances.. Probably scaring all of his potential friends away.. Then again, he did approach his Yoongi Hyung.. He’ll video call you both once he arrives at his dorm. It’s been bothering him for a while now.

‘Tae.. Oh my.. You can’t keep on falling into this hole of self-despair and deprivation. You’re not alice.. You know, when I first met Yoongi.. He was ready to dig holes in my face. But, I was ready to be his friend.’

‘Not true!’ the cat-eyed man rebutes.

‘Aish.. Hush, yoons.. Anyways, what I was trying to say was - you’re one of the sweetest and most easily approachable people I have ever met. It’s their fault, not yours.. They could have at least tried.. It just goes to show that they aren't worth even a millisecond of your precious time.’

‘After all, you’re our bread winner aren’t you?’

‘Aiii.. Stop teasing him. He might explode, Y/N..’

‘He could be blushing as we speak right now.’

‘Not!’

‘Blushing or not.. Anyhow, anywho.. Did you arrive well, Tae?’

‘I did..’

‘Unpacked yet?’

‘Nope.. Keeping that for tomorrow.. Too tired right now..’

‘Are you going to eat out continuously while you’re here?’

Easels fixed in place, loose screws jammed into inconvenient corners.. And badly chiseled wood.. The ocean was a fleeting yet consistent entity. Like how mother birds spoon-feed their youngs - Taehyung was like a baby bird with wings yet ready to fly with. With the illusion of his mother’s arms lifting him up in the sky, he felt as though he could fly to the sun.

His wings do serve a purpose now. But, if he were to fly too high - he would plummet to the ground. For even after they have transitioned from being melty wax to a solid rock of some sort - it will take time for peat to turn into coal.. and it takes a miracle for carbon to turn into diamonds..

Taehyung strives in being whatever is the best form of his self. He doesn't have to have diamond wings.. nor does he have to fly to the sun. He seeks joy in the most mundane and seemingly ordinary things in life. He doesn't have to fly high, being slightly above ground level and blending in with the rest of the world is more than enough to make him happy.

It sounds bad when he says it out-loud. But- Taehyung finds joy in being boring and simple.. Life doesn't have to have so much sparkle in it for it to be interesting - he thinks.

Then again, simple and boring can mean so many different things. To the post office man by the the bakery, it could mean sitting down all day and withering away just for someone to tap on his shoulder and tell him: ‘Can I mail this?’ To the cat living down the alley to what would now be Tae’s second home, it could mean eating tuna out of a can and making it safely under the fence when it rains. Sometimes, simple and boring can be beautiful. Sometimes, simple and boring is far more marvellous than exciting and fresh could ever be. The world is weird in that sense. We humans, are weird in that sense.

‘Tae?’

‘Maybe...’

‘Aigoo, honey.. Just mail him food. The kid’s shit at taking care of himself..’

‘Yoons.. What did we talk about letting him and independence.’

‘But-’

‘No buts no coconuts.. You love him, so do I. But, he’s no kid. He can take care of himself. We’re the same age for goodness sake.’

‘Tae.. Are you still there?’ you tap on the edges of your phone.

‘Yes,’ he answers, taking tentative sips out of the hot chocolate he got from the cafe next door.

‘Tae.. What did you have for dinner tonight?’

‘French onion soup..’

‘Man, Yoongi.. He’s already one of them.. We didn’t have to worry about him after all,’ you mutter outside of speaker length, knowing very well that Tae could still hear you loud and clear.

‘It was nice.. But, I feel like I’m going to miss Korean food so damn much.. Actually, I think.. I’m already missing it.’

‘Oh no, Tae.. do they not have any Korean restaurants there?’

‘Nope.. not even one..’

And that was exactly how his time passed by - one month of video calls turning into twelve months of video calls in the flick of an eye. As Tae’s canvases continue to be filled with all sorts of wonders, and as the stories he narrate with paint solidifies and dries into completion.. So does his loneliness.. It thrives, splashes onto him, and feeds off of him - wax pretending to be paint on the soft of his fingers..

‘Ya! Kim Taehyung! The project is due this Tuesday.. Are you not going to come over and help me..’

‘Shit- It’s tomorrow? Why didn't you tell me?. Shit- How are we going to finish on time?

‘Calm down, man.. I already did a shit load of work.. Just come over and help touch up the finishing details.’

‘Okay.. I will.. You still should have told me though. I would have helped.’

‘I did! Check your emails!’

‘Man.. Who uses emails in this day and age.’

‘Hey.. Are you calling me old, Kim?

‘Maybe I am, maybe I’m not.. Either way, let’s finish this project once and for all.’

Park Jiwon.. His name had a ring to it, almost like gold flowing in a stream of shadows. Tae would never admit it, he still refuses to. But, if he were to turn a blind eye to his inner monologue and listen to his “Tae Tae” senses. Alright! He’ll say it! Square up and confess to his sins!

When he hears the name: “Park Jiwon,” he might or might not accidentally break into a big-ass smile. Like- the ones where his eyes crinkle a little too much to the point where they appear as two sparkling orbs of daisies floating in the air - the sparkly kind, if daisies sparkled at all. They do have a shimmer-like reflevtion to them when he paints the flowers, to be fair.

Anyhow- What he means is.. The mention of Jiwon’s name alone has Taehyung smiling like he has just eaten the best spoonfool of the best Paella he has ever had in his entire life. Which is a once in a life time reoccurrence, since he lived in Spain and frequented Valencia like crazy during summer breaks back when he was in his teenage years. Therefore, the best paella he would ever have was one he already had and would probably never have again. Unless- he decides to visit his penpal: “Jinhyeon,” when Christmas break comes around.

Anyhow- In short and in conclusion.. Tae’s a hopeless romantic (but you can’t really blame the poor boy.. Can you?)

If you laid eyes on Park Jiwon for a few seconds, you would feel the same.. Tae was mesmerised by his beauty and voice on the plane, and when he volunteered to explain the idea behind what post-impressionism was on that odd January afternoon. Tae fell feet first and right into a pool filled with strawberry whipped cream. Oh, the baby bear harnessed a itty bitty crush on Jiwon alright. He would never admit to it, but.. He did.. Sunshine Comfort Boy was about 99% of what his heart was. The 1% left being a lack of common sense.

‘You know, I’m not the biggest fan of portraits... Right?’

‘I know.. I know... That’s why I never pestered you on that much,’ Jiwon sits on the slightly broken-down stool, nonchalant to Tae’s banter.

‘It’s because.. I’ve never been really all that good at it.’

That brings his pencil’s movement to a stop, the trees outside rustling to an abrupt halt as his head turned to meet Tae - who sits idly on another stool, closely parallel to him.

‘You get better with practice.. I know people say that all of the time. But, trust me on this one.. Some people just move a little faster than others do.. We don’t always remain at the corner of the wall though, we eventually move up the steps.. We do get better.. Even if it doesn’t feel like it.’

A silence that trimmed through the air like wild fire in a patch of grass. There eyes met, not a romantic glance - but one that ends up with two different outcomes.

Jiwon that laughs to his heart’s content

And Tae who makes a face of disgust, the reason behind the latter’s glee..

‘Ha ha ha..’

‘What?!’ he’s utterly confused.. Why was this man child laughing like the world just ended and he was behind it all?

‘Ha ha ha. Just look at your face!’ he infers to the window before them.

‘Pp- hmm.. Hee ha ha ha..’ he snorts and bursts into a fit of laughter.

When did Kim Taehyung harness such stern expressions?. Ever so solemn.. A sentiment he has never seen on his own face before. He would know. He’s Kim Taehyung.

‘Told you so..’

Smiles... Smiles.. He smiles..

‘You were just being.. A tad bit too corny. It felt like I was listening to one of those inspirational speeches on ted talk.’

‘Kim.. Don’t be so emo.’

‘Modern words.’

‘For modern kids.’

‘We’re adults.’

‘Modern adults.’

‘Those two words together don't make sense,’ Tae speaks with confidence in himself.

‘A.. What a juxtaposition expert you are.’

‘For your information, I got good grades in “language” for as long as I have remembered.’

‘Should have went down the poet route instead then, Kim.’

There it is again, those sparkly eyes of his.. The one's that has Taehyung a speechless shade of yellow. A blinding shade that brings unknowing joy to him and his sorry head.

‘Words just have never spoken to me the same way paint did.. You know? Otherwise, I would have been a poet by now.’

‘I’m glad you didn’t go down that route..’ ‘You’re too cocky to be poetic.. If I were to read anything you say, I would probably burst out laughing. Because- like- There’s no way this idiot means any of what he wrote.

‘Idiot?’

‘What?! Did I lie?’

‘I have a hard time believing idiots over what they say..’

‘Well.. I guess, it takes one to know another..’

‘That’s.. That’s.. That’s very mean of you!’

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Aged twenty One ↴

‘Are you going to keep on following me?’ Tae sighs, even though deep down he doesn't mind one bit.

‘I’m not following you.. I’m simply walking next to you.’

‘That’s the same thing..’

‘Different concepts..’

‘You never seem to agree with me, don’t you.. Ji?’

Strolls along the riverside, hasty steps up mountains to see the sunrise, mouthfuls of rice cake soup warming you up through the cold.

A life through rose-coloured lens.. The plummeting of magnolia petals..

If Tae were to pick a colour… shade.. or hue to describe his life, he would pick grey.. Not because his life is sad or not worth seeing in colour. Because that’s where it has always stood. A centimetre away from darkness and light.

In a good way. In a way where he can bathe in the benefits of both, without having to always mope in one for the other to be left behind.

‘I only learn from the best.’

‘H- hmm..’ a sigh of disbelief that Taehyung fails to hold back (like many others he has failed to hold back), ‘Who?’

‘You..’

‘Ho ho! For saying that, you owe me a snicker,’ before his next words are said he retreats backwards and...

‘It’s only right.. You called me the best,’ he snickers..

A snicker for a snicker.. It’s only right!

‘Catch me if you can!’

He runs.. He runs in all his silly glory, looking like one would expect him to look. A twenty-year-old man brimming in the joys of his newly found freedom, in the middle of an ocean of youth and the things that come along with growing older.

‘Ha! I’ve got you!’

Maybe in a way, in that very desolate campus of their’s.. As Jiwon playfully tugs onto the seams of Tae’s sweater, along with it came the unwinding threads of his heart.

And as the threads of your heart unwind, you don’t realise it has come undone until the first abrupt beat of your heart resonates across dribbles of muddy water on the ground. Because unlike the laces of your shoes, you can’t see those loose pieces of thread.. Only when you fall and trip, do you realise they are there.

#taehyung x reader #taehyung fic #taehyung fluff #taehyung angst #taehyung x yoongi #taehyung imagine #taehyung x y/n #bts fluff #bts angst #bts imagines #bts fanfic #bts fics #bts fanfiction #y/n x yoongi #yoongi x reader #yoongi fic #yoongi fanfic #Gone by Fluffy Dumplings #bts fanfics #kpop fanfiction #kpop fanfics #kpop imagines #taehyung fanfic #kim taehyung #min yoongi #yoongi fluff #bangtan angst #bangtan fluff #taehyung x oc #bangtan fic

[managementnotfound]

to be hidden away, away

[Snippet]

‼️‼️NSFW‼️‼️

Panting, Taehyung looked down at the smaller man, he was still holding up one of Yoongi's legs but having pulled back so he was kneeling on the bed and not covering Yoongi like a blanket Taehyung was able to push his hair back from his face with his free hand.

"Doll?" Carefully calling out to the man Taehying waited for a response, a noise, something but when nothing came he grinned, rolling Yoongi onto his back he found the man with his eyes closed and mouth open, tears and snot and drool smeared all over his face. Crooning Taehyung pushed Yoongi's leg to the side and up, holding the other one down.

Moving him so much meant that the cum he had stuffed him with oozed out from around his cock, clicking his tongue Taehyung pressed his still hard cock further into Yoongi. "Don't go wasting it, every drop counts, pet."

Slowly rolling his hips Taehyung threw his head back at the feeling of Yoongi's wet velvet walls snug around him, seeing as the man was passed out he couldn't clench down at will, leaving his body to react to the stimulation. Growing impatient he let go of Yoongi's leg and grabbed tightly onto his waist with both hands and slammed him up to his cock, ignoring the wet mess the cum being pushed out of him was making. Smirking Taehyung licked his teeth, only Yoongi's shoulders were on the bed, his limbs hung over the bed as he used the older man to pleasure himself.

this is a little bit of what i have written for “to be hidden away, away” the second installment of “there’s you but he loves me, me, me” which you can read under the name “in the night so hush, hush, hush”  

#managementnotfound #me x3 #bts #taegi #taehyung x yoongi #bottom yoongi #top taehyung #bts fanfic #rated unsuitable

[sexthaz]

TAEGI ICONS (VOL. ONE)

six icons of taegi (taehyung/yoongi) of bts.

more colors/styles available upon request

please like/reblog if you save/use

icons under the cut

#taegi #kim taehyung #min yoongi #taehyung x yoongi #yoongi x taehyung #suga #v #bts #suga x v #v x suga #icons #taegi icons #bts icons #yoongi icons #taehyung icons #v icons #suga icons #my icons #icons* #* #mine #bangtan icons #bangtan

[limelight-write]

one lifetime with you would’ve been enough on ao3

#fanfic #taegi #taehyung x yoongi #yoongi x taehyung #ao3 #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #fanfiction #taegi fanfic #archive of our own

[notkattyl]

wrong place. ﹥ taegi, E, 4.1k ﹥ yoongi is exhausted ﹥ taehyung believes being a brat is an artform

“I do not like you, Kim Taehyung. I don’t know what you’ve done to get everyone else,” Yoongi waves his hand around, “Wrapped around your finger, but I’m not fucking buying it,” he finishes, arms crossed on his chest.

﹥ read on ao3.

moodboard by @absoloutenamgi 

#taegi #bts fanfic #bts fic #taegi fic #taehyung x yoongi #yoongi x taehyung #*kattyl

[btschooseafic]

AO3 Recs

Cold Wash by JuweWright [completed, need an account to read]

taehyung x yoongi, asexual character(s), laundromat, mentioned vminkook (polyam)

yoongi and taehyung meet at a laundromat in the middle of the night. taehyung helps yoongi with self-acceptance

#bts fanfic #bts fanfic recs #ao3 #archive of our own #asexual character(s) #taehyung x yoongi #yoongi x taehyung #taegi

[marxy-06]

Favorites Fic Recs 5

Thank you to all the amazing writers <3

Kim Seokjin

Broken happy ever after (@taexual)

Of bears and bonds (@yoonia)

Switched (@i-am-baechu)

Scale (@shina913)

Kyoho (@jeonqkooks)

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Only for you (@beautifulfuckup99)

Fix you (@casuallyimagining)

The one that I adore (@gimmethatagustd)

Man of the year (@raplinesmoon)

Wishes (@i-am-baechu)

Set me free (@casuallyimagining)

Jung Hoseok

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Close call (@xjoonchildx)

Bloom (@7deadlysinsfics)

Kim Namjoon

My girl (@beautifulfuckup99)

Like couples do (@jinkookspencil)

Face sitting (@euphoricfilter)

B.S standards (@katnisspeetaprim)

Pregnancy insecurity (@katnisspeetaprim) NAMJOON

Park Jimin

Love Bug (@httpjeon)

Photograph (@i-am-baechu)

Wanna watch a sex tape (@gimmethatagustd)

Into you (@phenomenalgirl9)

Kim Taehyung

Still waters run deep (@btsmosphere)

Something blue (@moni-logues)

A human touch (@snackhobi)

Let love be enough (@jingabitch)

My tears ricochet (@augustbutwinter)

Goodbye (@jjksblackgf)

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That Irish barista (@i-am-baechu)

Race to your heart (@jjkeverlast)

Loverboy (@kookslastbutton)

Jeon Jungkook

Do it right (@rerefundslocals)

Gold is dull (@kookluvre) -> (hasn't been updated in awhile but def worth the read)

Best friends (@trivia-yandere)

Need you (@archivedkookie)

Across a crowded room (@monimonimoon)

A little reminder (@beautifulfuckup99)

University superstar (@jungkookstatts)

But we loved too young (@jl-micasea-fics)

Skirt chasers (@1kook)

Big enough for both of us (@btsmosphere)

Bodywork (@angeljeonjk97)

Deep in the woods (@angllicjk)

Angel in the marble (@venusjeon)

Was it better (@gyukookswhore)

97 (@rrjkive)

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The m-word (@hansolmates)

Head over skates (@mercurygguk)

Gun (@kooeater)

Café o lay (@taesspark)

Guilty pleasures (@kookslastbutton)

Purple car (@fruitmins)

Until my last breath (@iamjungkooked)

Don't want your sympathy (@sketchguk)

Couples shoot (@katnisspeetaprim)

What we need (@jungkookstatts)

Praising (@neo-percs)

Show you what devotion is (@euaphoric)

Pluto (@katnisspeetaprim)

Cherry candy (@bonny-kookoo)

OT7

Before I leave you (@hollyhomburg)

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[iamyoursinblog]

Private show

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Kim Taehyung

Genre: smut, BL

Word Count: 3.8 k

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Yoongi was delighted when he was able to finish the job earlier than he thought while returning home in the morning. He chuckled when he opened the door and saw your shoes next to Taehyung and Jungkook's. Silence met him, and he smiled broadly, realizing that everyone was still or already sleeping. He walked over to the bar and poured himself a whiskey before heading to the bedroom. He covered his mouth to keep from laughing when he saw the clothes scattered all over the floor. He stepped closer to the bed, smiling broadly. You and Jungkook lay completely naked in the middle of the bed, arms and legs intertwined. He walked over to the nightstands and placed the glass next to the tube of lube. He ran his fingers over the still wet anal balls and vibrators. He bit his lip, feeling jealousy inside that reminded him of his own sexual hunger. He walked over to the bed and rested his knee on the mattress, leaning closer to you.

He ran his fingers down your back, which were cold with ice, making you flinch and open your eyes slightly. You broke into a lazy smile, meeting his gaze. "What's the mess, baby?" he asked softly, running over your skin, which was covered in bruises from fingers, bites and hickeys.

“Jungkook and I were the victims of this show,” you moaned under your breath before closing your eyes again. He stepped away from the bed, removing his jacket. as he looked at your and Jungkook's bodies covered in marks from good sex Yoongi walked over to the nightstand opening the top shelf he chuckled as he took the butt plug and remote quickly stuffing them into his pants pocket, he picked up his glass of whiskey and lube as he went looking for the culprit of this mess. He swallowed, letting his cold gaze once more flicker over your and Jungkook's bodies. Yoongi practically laughed as he heard a soft moan of pain from the half-open bath. He stepped closer, peering through the crack of the half-open door.

Taehyung groaned once more as he got out of the shower completely. The water from his hair flowed down his body, adding to his sexuality. Yoongi examined Taehyung's body, and chuckled when he saw only a few light marks on his neck. And here's the culprit of the mess on your and Jungkook's bodies, Yoongi thought as he watched Taehyung, who was barely moving. Taehyung took a large towel covering his head. Yoongi quietly entered the bathroom, sitting on the chest of drawers with towels behind Taehyung. Yoongi put the lube on the chest of drawers, leaving only a glass of whiskey in his hands.

Taehyung groaned with his hands on the sink as his hips trembled. "Even after fucking ______ unconscious, you're still half hard" Yoongi said as he watched Taehyung's cock twitch, making Taehyung's hips tremble. Taehyung jumped up in place, turning towards Yoongi. Yoongi chuckled due to the fright on Taehyung's face.

“Hyung,” Taehyung breathed out, leaning against the edge of the sink, resting palms on his knees. “You scared me,” Taehyung groaned under his breath.

"Can you tell me why you're fine, unlike those two" Yoongi nodded towards the bedroom, taking a sip of whiskey.

"I won" Taehyung said softly, meeting Yoongi's gaze.

"_____'s body?" asked Yoongi

"And Jungkook' body too"

Yoongi put the glass on the chest of drawers and chuckled as he approached Taehyung. Yoongi turned Taehyung back to face the mirror picking up the towel from the floor that Taehyung dropped. “So, you fucked the mouth of ____?” Yoongi asked as he wiped away any remaining moisture from Taehyung's hair as he nodded. "And the pussy?" Taehyung nodded again. "And her ass?" Taehyung nodded again. Yoongi met Taehyung's gaze in the reflection of "Jungkook?" asked Yoongi, tightening his grip on Taehyung's hair. Taehyung nodded and groaned in pain. Yoongi ran his hand up Taehyung's belly and chest before pushing one finger into Taehyung's mouth "Jungkook' mouth?" he asked, and Taehyung nodded slightly. Yoongi chuckled as he watched Taehyung who was clearly nervous. Yoongi ran a wet finger over Taehyung's ass. "Jungkook's ass?" Yoongi asked as he pressed lightly on Taehyung's tight entrance. Taehyung groaned and nodded while trembling as Yoongi pushed his fingertip into him. Yoongi laughed “You fucked Jungkook and ______ unconscious and still so horny. I am impressed!" Yoongi chuckled as he ran his fingers over Taehyung's cock, which had become hard again from his caresses.

"I couldn't get enough of them, they're too exciting" moaned Taehyung

"Yes" Yoongi shook his head. “Those two try my patience every time just by appearing next to me,” Yoongi laughed softly. “So do you.”

Yoongi walked over to the chest of drawers, taking the lube in his hands. “Bend over,” he said as he turned towards Taehyung. He chuckled as he met Taehyung’s slightly frightened gaze in the reflection. Yoongi poured some lube on his fingers before caressing Taehyung’s ass. Yoongi didn’t take his eyes off Taehyung, slowly thrusting his finger into him.

“You also received a present from _____!” when he felt Taehyung's muscles quickly relax from Yoongi's finger thrusts into Taehyung's ass.

“Yes,” Taehyung groaned as Yoongi thrust two fingers into him.

Taehyung's eyes closed slightly, causing Yoongi to chuckle. Yoongi's cock desperately begged for attention as Taehyung's soft moans filled the bathroom. Yoongi pushed the excitement aside, wanting to enjoy his personal show he was about to give himself. Yoongi took out a butt plug from his pocket. Adding lube, Yoongi pushed the plug into Taehyung's ass, causing Taehyung's eyes to open wide to meet Yoongi's gaze.

Yoongi turned Taehyung to face him. Squeezing Taehyung's shoulder, Yoongi forced Taehyung to kneel in front of him. He could hear how strong Taehyung's heart was pounding in his chest. Yoongi returned to the chest of drawers and sat down on it. Yoongi took out the butt plug' remote, raising his whiskey glass. He turned on a slight vibration, causing Taehyung to flinch. "Palms on hips" Yoongi said before taking a sip of whiskey.

Yoongi leaned against the wall watching Taehyung. Every few minutes, Yoongi increased the intensity of the vibration, enjoying the way Taehyung tried to fight with pleasure. Yoongi's jaw tightened as the clear liquid began to trickle down Taehyung's cock, leaving a wet spot on the floor. Yoongi growled as Taehyung ran his hand over his cock. "I said palms on hips, Taehyung"

Taehyung just nodded, digging his fingers into his thighs. Yoongi chuckled as he watched Taehyung's body tremble with pleasure. “Hyung” practically whimpered at Taehyung as the vibration got even stronger. Yoongi changed the mode, because of which the plug not only vibrated, but also changed its length and shape. "Oh shit" Taehyung practically fell forward with his hands on the floor. Taehyung's body shook with tension as he returned his hands to his knees. Yoongi bit his bottom lip as Taehyung's moans grew louder. "Fuck... Damn... Hell..." Taehyung swore loudly as he came, covering the floor in front of him with his cum.

"Wow" Yoongi laughed as he looked at the time on his watch. “You lasted 5 minutes longer than Jungkook,” Yoongi said as he turned off the vibration. Taehyung's breathing was heavy while Taehyung tried to come to his senses. Yoongi got up from his seat as he approached Taehyung. Yoongi crouched down in front of Taehyung, running his fingers over Taehyung's face. Yoongi was impressed that Taehyung was still aroused. Yoongi slipped Taehyung's hair through his fingers, squeezing it tightly. Yoongi's cool lips touched Taehyung's hot lips. Yoongi groaned into Taehyung's mouth, sliding his tongue inside. Yoongi stopped himself as his excitement got the better of him. Yoongi stood up watching Taehyung, who never took his eyes off him. Yoongi slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Yoongi chuckled as Taehyung shifted his gaze to Yoongi's boner that was sticking out of his pants. Yoongi clenched his jaw as Taehyung licked his lips as he unfastened the belt on his pants. "Did you like Jungkook's mouth?" asked Yoongi, and Taehyung blushed as he stared at the floor. Yoongi chuckled as he lifted Taehyung's face up by his chin. “I think I asked a question, didn’t I?” Yoongi ran his thumb over Taehyung's lips.

“Yes, I liked it,” Taehyung replied, meeting Yoongi's gaze. Taehyung reached for Yoongi's pants, unbuttoning them with almost trembling fingers, taking Yoongi's pants off. Yoongi chuckled at Taehyung's initiative. Yoongi moaned softly as Taehyung's fingers ran over his cock. We're clearly in trouble, Yoongi thought as Taehyung's eyes turned hungry.

Taehyung pushed Yoongi lightly, causing him to sit back down on the chest of drawers. Yoongi growled as Taehyung's tongue ran over his cock from balls to head. Taehyung's lips and tongue gently caressed the head of Yoongi's cock, making Yoongi shudder slightly with every movement. Yoongi tried to sit still and let Taehyung take the lead. Taehyung's slender fingers wrapped around Yoongi's cock, running along its length. Yoongi chuckled at Taehyung's curious gaze, which was fixed to Taehyung's hand. Taehyung leaned forward before leading Yoongi's cock across his lips. Fuck, Yoongi cursed mentally. Yoongi did his best not to forcefully take Taehyung's mouth. He moaned softly as Taehyung's lips cupped the head of his cock. Yoongi felt Taehyung's tongue as Taehyung continued to move his lips over the head of Yoongi's cock. “Did you decide this was your personal lollipop?” Yoongi practically growled at Taehyung's actions that teasing him.

Yoongi's fingers tightened around Taehyung's damp hair as he noticed the smirk on the younger's face. Taehyung shifted his gaze to Yoongi, continuing to suck on Yoongi's cock lightly. Yoongi's jaw tightened, the sight of Taehyung teasing him almost drove him insane. “Did Jungkook tease you the way you tease me now?” Yoongi smiled as he gently stroked Taehyung's cheek with his fingers. The mention of Jungkook made Taehyung's eyes darken, causing Yoongi to chuckle softly. Taehyung closed his eyes allowing Yoongi's cock to slide almost full length into Taehyung's mouth. Yoongi's eyes filled with pleasure. Yoongi threw his head back, digging his fingers into the edge of the chest of drawers he was sitting on. “Fuck,” Yoongi groaned. Taehyung's mouth slowly slid over Yoongi's cock. Yoongi hissed as Taehyung's fingers dug into Yoongi's thighs. Yoongi's moans grew louder as his cock began pressed against Taehyung's throat. Yoongi opened his eyes lowering his head to Taehyung. Yoongi could only cum from Taehyung's face, who was completely immersed in blowjob. “Taehyung” Yoongi groaned, realizing how close he was to the edge. Taehyung sped up his movements, causing Yoongi to chuckle. Yoongi leaned back against the wall, allowing himself to completely melt into pleasure.

Yoongi's back arched as he cum. He felt his cum dripping from Taehyung's mouth down his cock and drip to the floor. Yoongi continued to murmur softly as Taehyung's mouth still slid down his length. “Perfect,” Yoongi smiled broadly as he met Taehyung's gaze, who returned to his knees. Taehyung smiled broadly as he wiped the rest of Yoongi's cum from his lips.

Yoongi raised his glass of whiskey before taking a long sip. Yoongi leaned forward to face Taehyung clenching his jaw. Yoongi allowed the amber liquid to flow into Taehyung's mouth. Yoongi pushed into Taehyung's mouth with his tongue, preventing Taehyung from taking a galp of the whiskey. Yoongi's fingers gripped the back of Taehyung's head, deepening the kiss. Yoongi pulled Taehyung towards him, forcing Taehyung to get up from the floor, getting between Yoongi's legs. Taehyung moaned into Yoongi's mouth and Yoongi chuckled realizing that this moan was caused by the plug in Taehyung's ass. Yoongi's palms moved across Taehyung's body, pressing Taehyung all the way to Yoongi's body. Yoongi doesn't let go of Taehyung's head, wanting to feel every inch of Taehyung's mouth with his tongue. Yoongi laughed softly as he broke the kiss as he realized how much Taehyung turned him on. Taehyung's fingers squeezed Yoongi's shoulders as Taehyung's hips kept moving causing Yoongi and Taehyung's cocks to rub against each other. Yoongi couldn't take his eyes off Taehyung's face. The face was soaked with pleasure, causing Taehyung's eyes to close slightly in pleasure. Yoongi squeezed Taehyung's hips, turning Taehyung's back to him. Yoongi pressed his hand against Taehyung's abs, forcing Taehyung lean back against him. Taehyung's head fell back on Yoongi's shoulder as Yoongi's fingers wrapped around Taehyung's cock.

Taehyung groaned while squeezing Yoongi's wrist as Yoongi began to run his hand over Taehyung's cock. Yoongi liked that Taehyung didn't hold back his moans, showing the pleasure he was taking in Yoongi's hand. Yoongi's teeth dug into Taehyung's skin as Yoongi's hand began to move faster over Taehyung's cock. Yoongi liked to see how Taehyung cummed. Yoongi hissed, digging into Taehyung's thigh with his free hand. Yoongi tightened his grip on Taehyung's thighs, stopping Taehyung as he started rubbing his ass against Yoongi's cock. “Cum for me,” Yoongi growled into Taehyung’s ear, biting it lightly. Yoongi let go of Taehyung, allowing Taehyung to turn to face him. Taehyung’s hand rested on Yoongi’s shoulder as Taehyung’s other hand squeezed his cock. Yoongi’s jaw was tense, causing his arousal to become painful. Yoongi felt heat spreading through his body as he watched Taehyung jerk off for him, Yoongi bit his lip to hold back a moan as he watched sweat trickle down Taehyung's body as Taehyung's hand continued to move rapidly over his cock.

Yoongi moaned along with Taehyung as Taehyung cum covering Yoongi's pubis and cock with sperm. Taehyung practically fell into Yoongi's arms, kissing Yoongi's lips. Yoongi rose up from the chest of drawers while still hugging Taehyung tightly. Yoongi kept stepping forward until Taehyung was pressed against the sink. Yoongi took a step back from Taehyung, causing Taehyung to breathe heavily after such a kiss. Yoongi turned towards the chest of drawers before moving it perpendicular to where it was before. Yoongi turned towards Taehyung again, pulling Taehyung's hand towards him. Yoongi turned Taehyung to face the chest of drawers. Yoongi's leg squeezed between Taehyung's thighs, forcing him to spread his legs wide. Yoongi pressed down on Taehyung's back, forcing him to lie on his stomach on the chest of drawers in front of him. Perfect height, Yoongi chuckled as he ran his hand over Taehyung's ass. Yoongi gently stroked Taehyung's buttock before leaving a slap on it. Yoongi closed his eyes enjoying Taehyung's moan. Yoongi moved to the side of Taehyung. Yoongi's hand ran across Taehyung's other buttock before slapping him. Yoongi's other hand rested on Taehyung's lower back, forcing him to lie still. The softer Yoongi's caresses were, the harder slap Taehyung got after that. Yoongi melted as Taehyung moaned before hissing in pain. “Looks like I got carried away,” laughed Yoongi looking at Taehyung's bright red ass, which clearly showed Yoongi's palm marks.

Yoongi stepped between Taehyung's legs again, gently pulling the plug out of Taehyung's ass. “Hyung” Taehyung breathed out sharply as Yoongi pushed his finger into Taehyung’s ass with force. Yoongi lifted his pants off the floor, pulling out a condom. He definitely didn’t want to hold back now, wanting to enjoy Taehyung’s ass to the end. Yoongi quickly put the condom on his cock before returning to Taehyung's ass. Yoongi opened the lube allowing a thin trickle to cover his cock and Taehyung's ass with lube. Yoongi's cock twitched as Taehyung's anus squeezed from the cold lube. Yoongi slowly pushed his finger into Taehyung's ass, causing Taehyung to moan softly. Yoongi stretched Taehyung's ass with his fingers, before pushing the head of Yoongi's cock into Taehyung's tight hole. Yoongi slowly presses his head against Taehyung's anus until Taehyung's muscles relax allowing the tip of Yoongi's cock to penetrate.

“Oh god hyung,” Taehyung groaned loudly as he tried to pull away when Yoongi pressed a little harder.

Yoongi laughed as he pressed his chest against Taehyung's back. “I didn’t even put my dick head into you and you’re already moaning like that.” Yoongi met Taehyung’s gaze in the reflection of the mirror, causing Taehyung’s eyes to widen. Taehyung’s mouth opened, but Taehyung didn’t say a word as Yoongi shook his hips again. Yoongi added more lubrication allowing his head to sink completely into Taehyung's ass. Taehyung was breathing heavily trying to get used to the feeling. Yoongi slowly pushed in and out of Taehyung's ass with the head of his cock until it began to slide freely. Yoongi laughed, drawing Taehyung's attention, causing Taehyung to look at him in the reflection. “I was just wondering how long it took you to go full length into Jungkook’s ass”

Taehyung gulped loudly nervous from Yoongi' question. “He was more prepared than me,” Taehyung groaned as Yoongi thrust a little deeper. Yoongi laughed at how Taehyung's words sounded like a lie. Yoongi slowly sinks into Taehyung's ass, this time without stopping. Taehyung writhed in Yoongi's hands until Yoongi's cock entered Taehyung's ass completely. “Ohhh god, hyung… wait… You're too big… don't move…” Taehyung practically suffocates, resting his hands on the chest of drawers in front of him, squeezing hard around Yoongi's cock.

“Am I too big?” asked Yoongi, running his hand over Taehyung's cock. Taehyung groaned loudly as he helplessly fell back onto the chest of drawers in front of him. Yoongi didn't move until he felt Taehyung relax a little from his caresses. Yoongi pulls out of Taehyung, and after adding some lubrication, he thrust into him full length again. “Fuck,” Yoongi growled at the sensation. Yoongi dug his fingers into Taehyung's thighs, making slow deep thrusts, making Taehyung whimper every time. Yoongi changed the angle of his thrusts hitting Taehyung's prostate each time, turning Taehyung's whimper into a deep moan.

“Fuck hyung,” Taehyung moaned, squeezing Yoongi's wrists with his fingers.

"Like?" Yoongi asked as he pushed harder.

“Oh my god” Taehyung gasped “Yeah…” as Yoongi did a deep hard thrust again.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stop?” moaned Yoongi as Taehyung start moved his hips slightly to meet Yoongi's every thrust.

“Ohhhh... no!” Taehyung shook his head.

Yoongi sped up his movements, no longer able to hold back himself. Yoongi wanted to cum too hard. Taehyung's ass relaxed more and more, allowing Yoongi to slide into Taehyung more easily. Yoongi groaned loudly as he cum. “Fuck! Fuck....” Yoongi kept pounding into Taehyung's ass, lost in his orgasm. Yoongi rested his forehead against Taehyung's back as he slowly continued to slide into him. “I want more,” Yoongi groaned as he felt that he is getting hard again in Taehyung's tight ass. He chuckled as Taehyung whimpered at his words. Yoongi exited Taehyung quickly discarding the used condom before putting on a new one.

Yoongi pulling Taehyung towards him, turning to face him. Yoongi dug into Taehyung's lips before pushing Taehyung back against the chest of drawers. Yoongi lifted Taehyung's legs, placing Taehyung's ankles on his shoulders. Yoongi pulled Taehyung's hips until Taehyung's ass was hanging off the edge.

Yoongi pushed full length into Taehyung's ass. “Fuck you're so sexy,” Yoongi groaned as he ran his hand over Taehyung's sweat-drenched body. Yoongi leaned forward more, wanting to be able to touch Taehyung's face. Yoongi's only desire now was to make Taehyung cum from the cock in his ass. Yoongi pressed Taehyung's hands to the chest of drawers, preventing Taehyung from touching Taehyung's cock. Yoongi fucked Taehyung hard until Taehyung's body finally began to shake violently.

“Hyung, I want to cum,” whined Taehyung, trying to break free from Yoongi's steely grip.

“Come on,” Yoongi chuckled as he increased his speed, causing Taehyung to moan louder.

“I want to caress myself,” Taehyung groaned as Taehyung's cock began to twitch with Yoongi's every thrust.

“You can cum without jerking off your cock,” Yoongi growled as he sank his teeth into Taehyung’s skin. “Just look at the pre-ejaculate oozing from your head. You’re so horny you don’t need any extra stimulation.”

Taehyung closed his eyes, letting his body relax. Yoongi removed his hands from Taehyung's arms, digging his fingers into Taehyung's thighs to be able to fuck Taehyung harder. Taehyung clutched the edge of the chest of drawers over his head, arching his back in pleasure. Yoongi spread Taehyung's legs wide, slapping Taehyung's balls with his pubes with every thrust. Yoongi chuckled as Taehyung's legs trembled and Taehyung's ass squeezed tighter on his cock. Taehyung swore loudly as a jet of cum shoots out of Taehyung's cock, almost reaching Taehyung's neck. Yoongi slowed down with some hard pushes full length. Yoongi chuckled as he watched Taehyung's sperm ooze out of Taehyung's cock with every thrust from Yoongi.

Yoongi increased his speed again, now wanting to cum himself. “You feel so good after cumming so hard” Yoongi growled as he slid into Taehyung’s ass with ease. Yoongi stroked Taehyung’s body with his palms, fucking him hard, reaching his own orgasm. Yoongi took Taehyung’s semi-relaxed cock in his hand, repeating his every movement in Taehyung's ass. Taehyung's body was shaking violently from the overstimulation, Yoongi growled as each movement of his hand over Taehyung's cock caused Taehyung's ass to squeeze Yoongi's cock.

Yoongi abruptly pulled out of Taehyung's ass to get rid of the condom. Yoongi wanted his sperm to cover Taehyung's body. Yoongi let go of Taehyung's legs, allowing them to fall helplessly on either side of Yoongi's thighs. Yoongi's hand quickly jerked off his cock, making him moan loudly. Cum shot out of Yoongi's cock, covering Taehyung's belly as he continued to twitch slightly from the intense orgasm. Taehyung whimpered when Yoongi rubbed his cock against Taehyung's overly sensitive cock. Yoongi hard thrusts into Taehyung' ass while enjoying the sensation of barebacking. Taehyung's back arched as Yoongi continued to fuck him. “You did so well.” Yoongi pulled Taehyung into his arms. Taehyung's body was more like a rag doll that you could do anything with. Taehyung's body trembled with each of Yoongi's gentle thrusts. Yoongi kissed Taehyung tenderly, allowing himself a few final thrusts into Taehyung's ass.

Despite Yoongi's hunger, he didn't want to just use Taehyung's body. “Try not to fall,” Yoongi said to Taehyung as he stepped away from him. Yoongi quickly soaked a towel with water before quick wiping Taehyung's body. “Like that,” Yoongi gently wrapped his arms around Taehyung's waist, helping Taehyung to stand on his trembling legs.

Yoongi helped Taehyung lay down onto bed by joining you and Jungkook. You opened your eyes slightly as Taehyung rolled onto you, pressing you against Jungkook' body. “Looks like you had a lot of fun,” you moaned lazily sliding gaze over Yoongi’s naked body. “Your moans sounded very sinfully, boys.”

Yoongi chuckled at your words as he pushed a strand of your hair out of your face. “Because of you two, Taehyung almost passed out after only two times with me,” Yoongi laughed softly as you broke into a satisfied smile.

“You said yourself that I can use your toys in your absence,” you moaned under your breath as you drifted back to sleep.

Yoongi smiled as he ran his fingers over Taehyung's body, whose skin was now also completely covered in Yoongi's hand and mouth marks. "Perfect" Yoongi whispered leaving a kiss on Taehyung's cheek before leaving the bedroom.

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[euphoricfilter]

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• ° kinktober masterlist

31 days of smut let’s get it °:. *₊ ° . ☆.

please read the warnings for each chapter!!

･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ.

☆ day 1 ~ taehyung: breeding kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, breeding kink, baby talk (but no actual kids because yuck)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 2 ~ : jimin: pet play

tags/ warnings: pwp, pet play, ass play, fingering of both holes, butt plugs, mild dumbification

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 3 ~ jungkook: thigh riding

tags/ warnings: pwp, thigh riding, cumming untouched, implied use of recreational drugs (weed)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 4 ~ hoseok: somnophilia

tags/ warnings: pwp, somnophilia, consensual drugging, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 5 ~ yoongi: praise kink

tags/warnings: pwp, oral (m. receiving), praise kink, vaginal fingering, cum swallowing

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 6 ~seokjin: corruption kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, corruption kink, he’s a little condescending too, just jin teaching you how to touch yourself?, fingering, cumming untouched

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 7 ~ namjoon: double penetration

tags/ warnings: pwp, use of a dildo (the ones that have a hole for fake cum), double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie x2 ?, squirting

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 8 ~ jungkook: size kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, he’s hung okay? whatever you’re thinking make it bigger— he has a fat cock, belly bulge

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 9 ~ taehyung: watersports

tags/ warnings: pwp, watersports (pee), cumming untouched, literally wet and messy

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 10 ~ jimin: cock warming

tags/warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cock warming

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 11 ~ hoseok: oral fixation

tags/ warnings: pwp, fingers in mouth!!!! (lets gooo), oral (m. receiving), cum swallowing, subspace, condescending dom hoseok!!! (lets gooooooo!!!)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 12 ~ yoongi: overstimulation

tags/ warnings: pwp, vibrator, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, minor oral? (f. receiving), unprotected sex

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 13 ~ seokjin: creampie

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cum kink, lil spanking action

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 14 ~ namjoon: face sitting

tags/ warnings: pwp, touched on insecurities, face sitting, namjoon’s a munch, grinding, pleasure dom joon

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 15 ~ jungkook: fingering

tags/ warnings: pwp, fingering, a singular slap to the pussy, squirting, cumming untouched, cum swallowing? sort of? cum is ingested basically, all very lighthearted and fun

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 16 ~ taehyung: spit kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, spitting in a mouth (yum?), wet and messy, unprotected sex, creampie

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 17 ~ jimin: mirror sex

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, fingering, exhibitionism? kinda, they just fuck in a public gym, the panties stayed on, finger in mouth !!!!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 18 ~ hoseok: squirting

☆ day 19 ~ yoongi: free use

☆ day 20 ~ seokjin: spanking

☆ day 21 ~ namjoon: voyeurism

☆ day 22 ~ jungkook: exhibitionism

☆ day 23 ~ taehyung: knotted dildo

☆ day 24 ~ jimin: role play

☆ day 25 ~ hoseok: primal play

☆ day 26 ~ yoongi: shibari

☆ day 27 ~ seokjin: vibrator

☆ day 28 ~ namjoon: cum stuffing

☆ day 29 ~ jungkook: pantie kink

☆ day 30 ~ taehyung: belly bulge

☆ day 31 ~ yoongi: mask kink

#bts smut #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts kinktober #jungkook smut #jimin smut #taehyung smut #hoseok smut #namjoon smut #yoongi smut #seokjin smut #bts x reader #jungkook fanfic #jimin fanfic #taehyung fanfic #namjoon fic #seokjin fanfic #yoongi fanfic #bts #hoseok fanfic

[curryshesus]

bts fics that radiate sheer utter brilliance

(aka my favorite fics of all time) pt. 1

hello, hello! please make sure to show your love and support to these lovely authors if you enjoyed any of these reads as much as i did <3 note: all of these fics contain nsfw content (minors dni please). enjoy!

➺ the road to you - by @bonvoyagenoona

| ot7 x reader (tae focus) | 110k

au of all aus, best friend!taehyung, high school boyfriend!jimin, professor!yoongi, college boyfriend!jungkook, art enthusiast and city heartthrob!namjoon, barista!hobi, actor!jin, angst, fluff, smut, series

>>summary: "armed with your quick wit, creative passion, talent for storytelling, and innate understanding of your fanbase, you have met every challenge, surpassed every goal, and achieved the unimaginable. despite the earth shifting erratically under your firmly planted feet, you’ve always had a plan. you’ve made peace with the sacrifices you’ve had to make, and you’ve long forgotten the rejections and heartbreaks that came as a result. your agent keeps reminding you that you’re at the precipice of something new, that your audience is waiting for your next project with bated breath. this is usually when you thrive. so why do you feel so lost? and who can you count on from your past to help you find your way?"

➺ matilda - by @babystrcandy

| yoongi x reader | 141.8k

brother’s best friend au, f2e2f2l, slice of life, angst, fluff, eventual smut, series

>> summary: "loneliness had always been a constant for you, haunting you like a ghost; until your older brother’s best friend, min yoongi, came into your life. you both promised each other something back then - you’d always have his support and he’d always have yours. but with time and age, you weren’t sure how much that all still stood to be true."

➺ bitchin' - by @kinktae

| jungkook x reader | 49.5k

1980’s au, inspired by to all the boys i’ve loved before, e2l, fake lovers/college au, frat boy!jungkook, smut, series

>> summary: "the 80s were a time of choices. which perm was right for you? what color neon would you wear next? none of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with jeon jungkook."

➺ flower - by @readyplayerhobi

| hoseok x reader |

online dating au, fluff, future angst, future smut, series

>> summary: "you finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the flower dating app. one of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. what happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

➺ suncity - by @jamaisjoons

| hoseok x reader | 17k

strangers to lovers au, vacation au, angst, fluff, smut, oneshot

>> summary: "when you’d taken a spontaneous trip to barcelona, you hadn’t expected to meet hoseok. more than that, you hadn’t expected to begin a torrid affair with him."

➺ idealizations concerning real life relations - by @venusiangguk

| jungkook x reader | 40.9k

fuckboy!jk x hopeless romantic!oc, s2l, fwb, smut, angst, oneshot

>> summary: "jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return."

➺ peach parfait - by @jamaisjoons

| seokjin x reader | 19k

enemies to lovers au, fluff, smut, slight angst, two parts

>> summary: "you and seokjin have always been at odds as the top two chefs at big hit academy of culinary arts."

➺ tell me no lies - by @jeongi

| jungkook x reader | 15.1k

ceo au, criminal au, robbers au, angst, smut, minimal fluff

>> summary: "you chose to rob your boss, however; you never expected to fall in love with him."

➺ concrete king - by @bratkook

| jungkook x reader | 16.7k

sweet summer romance, fluff, smut, himbo energy, two parts

>> summary: "when a cute boy in a tacky hawaiian shirt lands a trick in your honor there's no way you could ever say no to him."

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Might as well be drunk in love: 1 of 2

Pairing: OT7 x Reader (CEO AU)

Summary: In which your friend thought it would be funny to give you a love potion, and in which seven CEOs accidentally drank it.

Warnings: Love Potion, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: This idea came to me when I went to the mountain and saw a love potion wine thingy being sold there. I think it's just the name of the wine, anyway! I really, really tried so hard to finish this in one post but it's already almost 8kish and we aren't even near the end sksks Happy New Year, my loves! I hope you'll like my gift for you <3

“Am I that hopeless?”

“What?” your friend asked in faux innocence, blinking her eyes owlishly at you. “I don’t know what you’re getting at, sweetie-“

You glared at her as you pointed in an exaggerated manner at the expensive pink tumbler she handed you mere seconds ago. The tumbler was too fancy, something that you wouldn’t buy for yourself and something that a certain handsome but infuriating CEO of yours was fond of carrying around.

However, what was insulting was the content of the said tumbler.

“I just gifted you that because you mentioned that it was beautiful-“

“Do you really think I’d end up alone?!”

“I don’t understand-“

“You literally just said that you put the love potion you bought in the mountains here!” you hissed lowly, keeping your eyes around the conference room as your department waited for the seven CEOs to arrive. You attempted to smile which more or less came out as a grimace at one of your colleagues who looked at you weirdly because of your mini-outburst. You weren’t exactly meek in nature, nor were you shy. However, you weren’t really keen on letting anyone overhear that your close friend bought you a love potion just because she thought you would end up alone.

That was embarrassing, even for you. So nope, you would for sure keep this under wraps.

Her brows furrowed harmlessly, although you could see a hint of smile on her lips, “You’re welcome?”

“I’m not thanking you-“

Just then, all the seven CEOs walked in the conference room, their presence commanding and silence reigned through the whole room. The first to enter was Min Yoongi. He was strolling in the room with his hands in his pocket. He was said to be the ace of the group who could smell bullshit despite it being miles away. He honestly looked like he would rather be anywhere else than here right now, though. It was the complete opposite of Jung Hoseok, also known as the sunshine of the group. He was smiling widely as he greeted the department and some employees by their names, yet you weren’t fooled by his beautiful smile. He was the strictest of them all. He was perfectionist down to the core and he was the last to forgive any mistake. The last of the hyung line to enter was the Kim Seokjin, the most beautiful man you have ever seen. It was like the room literally lightened up when he stepped in, like the birds sang melodically the moment he opened his eyes. His tall form and his movement were precise as he confidently sauntered to his seat which just so happened to be beside yours. He placed his pink tumbler on the table, so eerily similar to yours sans the engraved of his name on his tumbler. The beautiful asshole didn’t even spare you a glance. Your back unconsciously straightened when the lead CEO, Kim Namjoon, locked eyes with you for a moment when he entered the room.  He was said to be one of the most intelligent man in the whole country. You didn’t even doubt it one bit. He was capable, and his leadership was on another level. Should he decide to run for a political seat, you would undoubtedly vote for him. He had what it took, you thought. He was charismatic, calm and he knew when to listen.

The CEOs were dubbed by the employees to be divided by two: the Maknae and the Hyung line.

Finally, the maknae line entered. The three of them could always be found together. Park Jimin, the eldest of the line, who had one of the most beautiful smiles you ever saw. In fact, you once overheard your colleague that he interacted with her once and it left her thinking of what they really were. He was followed by Kim Taehyung and also labelled as his soulmate. He was expressionless as he entered, only cracking a smile when he turned to Jimin. You always thought that he could be a model or an actor if he wanted to. He definitely had the looks for it. Last to enter was the muscular Jeon Jungkook, also known as the golden maknae of the group. There were no contracts, mergers or acquisitions that he couldn’t convince the other party of signing. Not only was he capable of everything, but he excelled in everything. Thus, his nickname. However, despite the way he held himself during the negotiations, you observed him to be shy and highly reserved. All of a sudden, he looked up from his seat as though he could feel your eyes on him, his doe eyes curious as he took you in. He held your eyes for a moment until he blinked owlishly and looked down at his hands in curiosity.

Kim Namjoon sat in the middle, the others sitting beside him as they regarded the room with a powerful look.

 “Shall we begin?” Kim Seokjin asked, his eyes focused on the slides reflecting in the projector. 

Several headaches, passive aggressiveness from Namjoon, Hoseok and Jimin, disappointed sighs from Jin and Yoongi, difficult revisions ‘suggested’ by Taehyung, and corrections of miniscule errors of calculations by Jungkook later, the meeting finally ended.

You were weary as you trudged out of the conference room the CEOs were still in. They dismissed the department, expecting revisions within the day after tomorrow before discussing among themselves. It was honestly not a lot of time and you could already feel the lack of sleep you and the department would further experience under their tyranny. You willed yourself not to fall asleep as you walked to your desk, your close friend who was equally tired as you sat down on her seat beside your desk.

“I’m so tired. It’s like my soul and all the happiness I was able to experience in my young life were sucked out of me,” she lamented, her head resting on her desk. “If only the pay isn’t so greaaaat. ”

You nodded at what she said, already likening the CEOs to dementors in Harry Potter. Interacting with them made you aged several years. Additionally, meetings with them made you reconsider whether you needed a roof over your head, whether you needed to eat at least twice a day, whether you needed to drink clean water-

Speaking of…this wasn’t your tumbler. 

The horrifying realization made you stood up abruptly. You lifted the pink tumbler to your widening eyes, and by that name there was no denying that this wasn’t yours. Your sudden movement awoke your friend from her own misery, yet you didn’t have the time to explain. Without any further thought, you ran back to the conference room, screaming and crying about how you were definitely going to get fired.

Of course, the elevator was under maintenance.

Of course, you had to run numerous flights of stairs.

Of course, it was just your luck that you ran into your manager just when you reached their floor.

And of course, the moment you opened the door, there they were, innocently drinking from a glass, the tumbler emptied as it sat in the middle of the table.

“Don’t drink that!”

Taehyung was the first to turn to you, his dark expressionless eyes meeting yours with intense stubbornness. He kept his eyes on yours as gulped the contents wholeheartedly.

Oh heavens, no.

He put the glass down with a resounding thud which felt like a nail to your coffin. You turned to look at the other CEOs with shaky eyes and it was apparent that they definitely drank their fair share of whatever was in the tumbler. You, on the other hand, weren’t sure if it was really safe for consumption. You were going to kill your friend for her prank!

Their eyes were focused on you. You couldn’t even blame them. You shouted at them all while looking like a lunatic with your disheveled hair and huffing breaths like you did a marathon. Oh wait, yes you probably did by the amount of running you did today. They were probably thinking that you were mentally unfit for this job and oh my God you were going to lose your job.

“May we help you, Ms. Y/N?” Hoseok asked you politely, his eyes never wavering from yours which was…unusual. Despite him being the image of kindness and approachability, he never looked at his employees for longer than necessary. He was a man that possessed such discipline when it came to his time. This… was absolutely an unnecessary length of time for eye contact.

“T-that’s my drink,” you finally said after tearing your eyes from Hoseok’s. You pointedly looked at the empty pink tumbler, not minding the intense look Namjoon was giving you.

“We apologize, little one,” Namjoon broke the silence, his deep voice awakening you from your stupor. “Yours looked like hyung’s.”

Little one???

 Jimin smirked before running his hand through his blonde locks. His eyes were on yours as he looked up at you. “Yours undeniably taste better, though.”

Before you could even blink, Yoongi pointed at you with a rare smile on his lips. “You looked thirsty. Would you like to go to my office and drink with me?”

Was that…an invitation?!

You felt a hand tugged your sleeve. You turned, only to find beautiful doe eyes looking up at you from his seated form. “Hi! What year were you born?”

“199x-,“ you answered absentmindedly, you eyes roaming around the room when he tugged your sleeve again for your attention.

“You’re older than me!” he gasped; his excitement palpable as he stood up. He towered over you, his grin pleasant and you thought at that moment that he looked a lot like a bunny, or a kangaroo with the way his chest muscles were bulging over his office clothes. “Then you’re my noona! I can call you ‘noona’, right? Come on, take a seat here!”

He pulled the chair closer and tapped on it eagerly.

This was wrong, you thought. Was that thing really effective?! You dreaded to think that it was and you had a certain someone to torture once you get out of this room.

You were shaking your head before he could even pull you and you watched as his expression fell. Suddenly, he looked like a child that lost his toy with the way he was pouting. And nope, you couldn’t deal with that today. You looked at the man who hadn’t spoken one bit before smiling sheepishly at him. You placed his pink tumbler in front of him.

“I apologize. I must have switched yours with mine-“

His jaw tightened as he leaned in. Heavens, he was even more handsome this close. Kim Seokjin looked up at you with his ethereal eyes before resting his chin on his hand. “I’ve been drinking yours since the meeting, my love. It’s absolutely not your fault. Mine was coffee. This-“ he lifted the empty tumbler, “-is, I presume, a juice.”

Confusion further painted on your face, “You knew? Then why did you keep on drinking-“

He shrugged his broad shoulders, “It’s…addicting.”

“O-okay, then I’ll just leave yours here-“

“Tell me, my love. Do you like your job?”

Welp, here it was. You were so going to get fired. Oh my God, how were you going to feed your cat? He had such an expensive taste!

“I-“

“Because there’s an opening in my office. Would you like to be my secretary-“

“But hyung, you already have one-“

“Shut up, Taehyung,” he hissed at the now pouting man before turning to smile at you as though he didn’t berate his co-CEO in front of you. Chaos ensued as the boys fought and bickered for who would be your direct boss as you inched closer to the door.

“I’m just gonna go,” you whispered and before you could even reach the door, Taehyung looked up at you with his sharp eyes.

“Where are you going!”

“I-I have to finish the report this week, right?”

Namjoon stood up before declaring that he would finish it for you. And when you shook your head, “I am officially moving the deadline to next month! No need to stress, my little love!”

You blinked owlishly before doing what was best for you and your sanity- you ran away.

“So, they drank it?”

“Are you even listening to me?!” you shrieked over the phone, walking back in forth in front of your cat that was now looking at you as though he wanted to be adopted by a sane person and not you. “I just told you. They all drank it. All seven of them!”

You could hear the laughter in her voice which was not helping your panic, “I thought you didn’t believe love potions?”

“I-I didn’t! You didn’t see how they were acting! It was so peculiar!”

“Well, honey, how did they act?”

“Kindly! And it’s so weird!”

She paused, her silence making your heart beat faster. “Holy shit. It’s definitely effective. I need to go back there and buy another one for myself-“

“Focus! Is there an antidote or anything?”

“I’m not sure. I’ll have to ask my grandmother that lives there. I’ll let you know, but for the meantime, hold on very tight, okay?”

“What do you mean?!”

“Uhm. She said it’s very potent? I thought she was kidding. We’ll observe them tomorrow, okay? I’ll fix this.“

You were only able to sleep for two hours last night for two reasons: your work that you accomplished at eleven in the evening, leaving you six ample hours to sleep, and second, them.

Your phone didn’t stop ringing last night. You didn’t know how they obtained your number, and you dreaded to think that they used their position to direct the Human Resources department to give your personal number (yup, they definitely did).

You were about to fall asleep when your phone wouldn’t stop, and when you opened your eyes, you wished to all that was holy that you threw away the tumbler as soon as she handed it to you. Or that you didn’t choose the sit next to Seokjin.

You wished to God that your phone wasn’t blowing up now, but it certainly was.

Kookie: Hi, noona! Welcome to the Bangtan groupchat!

You squinted your eyes as the glaring screen illuminated with several messages from them.

Jwehope: Darling, are you a sprite? Because you've got the right amount of fizz to make my heart pop!

Jiminie: That’s so corny. I, for one, think that little one is a magician.

Jiminie: Because everytime I look at her, everyone just disappears.

V: Do you want to disappear, Jimin? Because I can arrange that.

Joonie: Ms. Y/N-shi, do you have a moment? I asked because I would like to discuss something.

At that, your trepidation grew. Among five, the lead CEO definitely held a serious tone. Did they find it as weird as you did that they were paying you attention? Did they trace it to that drink? Were you now in an even bigger mess than you initially thought?

You replied tensely: Yes, I am available, Kim Daepyonim.

WWH Jin: Why are you still awake? Beauty sleep is essential, my love!

Joonie: Great! I’d like to discuss the exponential growth of my feelings for you.

What.

The.

Fuck.

Suga: You’re all so hopeless. My Y/N would never fall for that.

Suga: On the other hand, would you like some Samsung stocks?

And that was why you never got to sleep peacefully last night. You sighed as you got on the bus. You opted to leave at an earlier hour because you wanted some time to think without the noise of the world and the buzzling movement of people commuting. You could feel a headache coming, but you prayed that it wouldn’t come through.

You should have known your prayers were seldom heard.

A vacant seat on the backside of the bus greeted you, and you were only too elated to finally sit throughout your commute. Peace, finally, you thought. You had barely settled in, barely breathed a sigh of relief when the once empty chair beside you was filled in by none other than him

“Fancy running to you here!” Taehyung noted in a deep voice as though this was not part of his plan, as though he didn’t wake up at a godforsaken hour just to ‘run’ to you.

You blinked, astonished by his presence. This was the last place you expected him to be. Hell, you didn’t even sure he ever experienced riding a bus! What the fuck was he doing here? Where was now your peace?!

“You-You’re here…” you trailed off, your eyes widening in shock as your brows furrowed in disbelief. You had foolishly thought that maybe, once they slept it off, then it would slowly be flushed out of their system. Oh, how wrong could you be. “Why?”

Taehyung smirked at you, his dark eyes taking you in. His dark hair was gelled up, his suit impeccable and without any crease in sight. He was somehow manspreading and you weren’t stoic enough not to notice the way his thick thigh was touching the side of yours. “I wanted to see you.”

“You’re so…honest.”

He didn’t even look embarrassed by his honesty. It didn’t displace him; what did was the annoying pain in his heart as the hours passed by and you weren’t in his arms nor his sight. He hated it. It felt wrong!

The other boys weren’t fairing any better but oh well, to each of his own. He may or may have also drained their cars of gas so they couldn’t leave. He thought that no one needed you as much as he did.

“I surmised that you wouldn’t believe if I say I frequent this path just for the hell of it, correct?”

You nodded dumbfoundedly as speech eluded you. His candor was definitely out of this world, and he seemed to not care as he only stared right at you.

“Now,” he whispered before tucking your hair behind your ear. “Now I feel at peace. The annoying pain finally stops.”

What pain?!

Before you could even ask him to elaborate, his head leaned on your shoulder.

“Daepyonim Kim-“

“Just stay like this for a while. I didn’t get to sleep, my love,” he answered in his hoarse voice, his eyes already closed as he dozed off. You didn’t know why you let him. It absolutely was not due to the fact that you felt your heart skipped a beat when he laid his head on your shoulder. Nope.

You managed to run away from Taehyung once the two of you arrived at the company, simply by practicing your non-existent ninja moves and awkwardly slipping out of the elevator just as the doors closed, his face an image of betrayal and panic. You breathed a sigh of relief before running out of the building. You still had an hour before you were needed, you for sure wouldn’t spend it inside that establishment or you would end up crying.

You were focused on your phone as you read real life stories of love potions. The sharing of stories kept on increasingly became more serious and scarier. You had yet to find a post about antidote. You weren’t 100% set on it being real, but the way Taehyung acted today was not right.

For heaven’s sake, the man barely said any word to you for the whole year you worked in their company. He had only looked at you before, and now he was outright going to you. But maybe, the other CEOs weren’t affected?

It was a hopeful thought, and you felt yourself smile a little- which of course vanished just as quickly when you looked up from your seat in the coffee shop to see Park Jimin sitting in front of you. You didn’t even know how he moved so smoothly and quietly. He was smiling at you, his head tilted to the side. His blonde hair stood out as the sunlight hit his hair perfectly.

“Good morning, beautiful!”

“Daepyonim Park,” you gasped both at shock and well, his beauty. His smile turned wider before he tried to hide it as he sipped from his coffee cup.

“Just Jimin, little one. I presume Taehyung- the bastard who will soon be six feet underground for what he did, by the way- already went to see you?”

You nodded, “He did…”

He scrunched his nose before resting his chin on his hand as he leaned into you. His pouty lips were protruding even more as he looked over his long lashes to you. My God, this man was so charming and his movements seemed so sensual. You didn’t know what it was about him, but you finally, finally understood your coworker who had a major crush on him for years based on one interaction.

“He’s so bad, my love. Did he tell you that he drained all our cars’ gas tank at two in the morning?” he asked in a conversational manner as though it didn’t faze him. His other hand reached to yours, slowly entangling them together and giggling a little at the slight size difference. He found them perfect and cute.

God, you were so endearing, he thought to himself.

“He did what?!”

He nodded slightly, holding your hand up to inspect further before quietly taking a picture of your clasped hands. You were so out of it that you just let it be.

“What Taehyung failed to account for was the existence of taxis. He only managed to anger six men, so good luck to him today. But enough about him,” he stated before looking into your eyes. Being the sole focus of Jimin was just too much, you thought. He was bigger than life, and his inherent appeal was palpable that even girls around the coffee shop kept on stealing glances on him. “I miss you so much today that my heart and head hurt so much, yeobo. I thought that I was going to die if I don’t see you.”

Your brows furrowed in concern before pulling your hand from him and you could have sworn you heard him whimpered. You laid the back of your hand on his forehead, trying to see whether he had fever today. He felt fine, you concluded, as you looked closer to see if he looked sick.

Maybe the ‘love potion’ caused these symptoms? Taehyung did mention experiencing pain.

You managed to escape from Park Jimin when he insisted on buying you pastries, and you in turn ran to the exit like your life depended on it. And perhaps, it did because you were running late. You only had fifteen minutes and the coffee shop you went to was not fifteen-minute away from the office. You were running like a lunatic, waving at the taxi that finally took pity on you. You were about to open the door when a large and tattooed hand slammed it shut.

You looked up in anger, ready to berate the man who did such a rude gesture when you recognized who it was.

Right then and there, and despite it being barely eight in the morning, you already met the entirety of maknae line. Jeon Jungkook looked like a badass with his all-black getup, his hands wrapped in motorcycle gloves, and his hair carelessly falling around his face. Despite all that, he looked innocent with the way he grinned at you, his nose all scrunched up when he greeted you.

“I’ll give you a ride, noona. Come on,” he stated as he gestured at the black motorcycle haphazardly parked on the side. You had never ridden one, and you didn’t want to start now. On the other hand, the taxi was already driving away and you could only look at it with longing.

You decided that you could afford being late just this once instead of riding with him. You were shaking your head.

“But you’re going to be late. I’m going there, too, so it’s no bother if that’s what you’re thinking-“

“No it’s just… I like to walk during the mornings…really.”

He frowned at you as he removed his gloves, “Didn’t you read the memo about tardiness, Y/N?”

“What memo?”

He was typing rapidly on his phone, “About how there would be 50% deduction of the salary should there be any tardiness this month…didn’t you know?” he asked innocently as he finished typing, his doe eyes trained on yours. Coincidentally, the moment he pocketed his phone was the moment your phone dinged.

“I don’t think that’s legal, though. I haven’t received the memo-“

You looked down at your phone, and there it was, an email about that. How could it only reach you now?!

You looked up in panic, and he looked at you with a hint of satisfaction before covering it with an innocent smile. “Shall we? I promise I don’t bite.” Yet.

He drove like a lunatic and you thought that you would really rather be late than experience a thrill such as this. Of course, it was only natural that you didn’t want to put your arms around him. You technically didn’t know him at a personal level and Jungkook did know that.

So, of course, like the intelligent man that he was, he only did the thing that made sense. He sped up, and he chuckled as your adorable screams reached his ears. Your equally lovely arms were now wrapped around him as they should always be and for once since yesterday, the ache in his heart eased. He felt at peace.

He giggled when you finally realized that this was not the path to the office, but in his mind, his other hyungs already got to spend time with you. Shouldn’t he too?

Jungkook helped you get off his bike, his eyes closely watching your expressions as you took the scenery around you. It was quiet despite the busy world below. The overlooking garden he brought you to was enchanting and it remained untouched by the quick-pacing world below. Jungkook couldn’t help but mirror your smile.

“It’s even more beautiful at night, noona. I come here when things get quite overwhelming.”

You turned to him as the two of you sat down. He had laid his leather jacket for you to sat on, a true gentleman you would think if only you weren’t aware that he drank the potion. “The golden maknae gets overwhelmed, too?”

He scrunched his nose at you before softly pinching your nose, “Of course, I do. I’m only human. I was trained when I was only thirteen…it gets too much sometimes. But it’s okay. I like it, and I like the hyungs, too. That’s why I cannot get mad at Tae.”

“He didn’t just empty the gas tank, but he also hid the keys. For added measure, he deflated my tire. He only did that to me. Should I be mad, little one?” he asked with the perpetual charming and shy smile on his face. “Ahh, but I cannot stay mad at him. I do understand him.”

“You do?”

He nodded eagerly, “I would have done the same thing if only he didn’t do it first. You do make us crazy, little one. Why is that?”

It was an eventful morning, and you weren’t foolish enough to think that the rest of your day would be any different. You friend was still yet to be found as she was preoccupied with researching for further information about that potion, which she should have done before giving it to you!

You sighed for the million time as you stared at your food. You were sitting alone in the company’s cafeteria as you were eating your late lunch. The workload was just too much today despite Kim Namjoon’s departmentwide directive that the revision would be presented the following month. Your superiors did find it peculiar and thought that the head CEO was simply playing with them and that he would cruelly demand the output the next day. See, even his reputation preceded him, you thought. It wasn’t in his nature to be lenient when it came to deadlines.

The sudden gentle thud of food a lunch box made you jumped from your seat, your eyes widening as you saw that it was none other than the eldest of the CEOs, Kim Seokjin. Disbelief held you captive. It was an unexpected sight – the CEO, whose tailored suits and polished demeanor spoke of boardroom authority, now standing before you with a container of something that smelled absolutely delicious.

He smiled at you as he took the empty seat in front of you. He busied himself with laying and opening the numerous food containers in front of you. Your eyes widened at all the homecooked meals in front of you.

“I got up at four in the morning to prepare all these. I still don’t know what your favorites are, but we’ll figure it out as we go, right?” he asked, busying himself with putting food on your plate. “Always eat on time, little one. It’s bad to skip meals.”

“W-why did you cook all these?”

He blinked owlishly at your question; surprise written on his face. “Well, my love, I couldn’t sleep and I felt this stabbing pain by the mere thought that you weren’t eating enough.”

“You don’t have to do that-“

“So from now on, I decided that I’ll always cook for you,” he declared strongly before lifting his chopsticks with vegetables to your mouth. Suddenly, you felt eyes on you.

How could you forget that you were in the company?! Your head turned, looking at the employees who were all watching your interaction with the unobtainable CEO. They were whispering and you knew by the end of the hour, everyone in the company would know of this. How could you live once they had the antidote? You could already hear the rumors about how you were just for their entertainment once they tossed you aside.

You were about to stand up when Seokjin gently gripped your chin. He turned you to him, his beautiful eyes willing you to listen to him. “Don’t mind them, little love. Pay attention to me only. Nothing and no one matter outside us, okay?”

It wasn’t okay because none of this was real. On the other hand, the meal tasted heavenly…

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If they weren’t going to get sick, you definitely would. You felt like you would collapse any moment.

The amount of stress was taking a toll on you. You felt like you needed to be on your guard, lest another CEO would ambush you. You were just human! And they all looked like they stepped out of a photoshoot, or that they were ethereal beings that decided to go down on the mortal realms. The way they were showering you with attention and declaring their attraction to you and the way they said that not being with you felt like a stabbing pain in their hearts were all getting to you, damn it!

You were just a girl.

And once this all ended, you were dreading to think of what would be left of you now that you saw them on a closer and more personal level. You wanted to think that this couldn’t get any worse, but it did as you read the most elusive of the CEOs’ email to you.

Hi, my little one,

I hope this email finds you well. I am writing to request your presence at a meeting in my office to discuss my growing feelings for you today at 2:00 pm. Your insights and expertise on this matter would be highly valuable to the discussion, and I believe your input will contribute significantly to our objectives of being together forever and ever.

Thank you in advance for your cooperation, and I look forward to our discussion.

Best regards,

CEO Min Yoongi

He had this faraway look on his face when you were led by his secretary in his office. His hands were in his pocket as he looked at the bustling city from his floor to ceiling window. His black long hair was sleeked back, revealing his stoic face. The dark suit he was wearing did nothing but compliment his form. You had never noticed how broad his shoulders were until now.

He looked like he was not paying attention, yet he turned around the moment that the door closed behind you. Min Yoongi looked at you for a moment too long that you started to shift uncomfortably. His attention was just too much, and you couldn’t act like you were no longer affected by any of it.

And from the looks of it, the moment you blushed was the exact moment his face softened. He gestured for you to take the seat in front of his desk. He mirrored your movement, now sitting on his expensive swivel chair. He clasped his hands and rested them on the mahogany table.

“Daepyonim Min-“

He held his finger up, asking for your silence before spilling what you thought to be both outrageous and the most beautiful and heartfelt thing anyone had ever said to you in this life. “You’re beautiful, and not just in the way that you look. No. You’re beautiful in the way that the sun finally shines after a month of storms; you’re beautiful in the way that the waves keep on going back to the shore even after they were pushed away in the desire to kiss the sand; you’re beautiful in the way that flowers bloom after the unforgiving winter coldness. And that is why I’m giving you Samsung stocks.”

Confusion settled over you like a fog. You had almost melted from what felt like a poetry when he once again brought up his stocks idea from last night.

“I-I really don’t need Samsung stocks, Daepyonim Min…”

He looked aghast at your statement, before reaching over the table and holding your hand in his particularly large ones. “Call me Yoongi, my love. Or better yet, call me your other half,” he implored you and he only let go when you nodded in confusion.

“Also, nonsense! Everyone needs that stock, little one. Besides, nothing speaks more about my love for you than giving you all my Samsung stocks. And above and beyond, it filled me with this immense pain knowing that you’re just out there not owning any of their stocks. I couldn’t breathe with the mere thought of you going without.”

“Excuse me?”

And with a stoic face, he said, “Congratulations, little one. You’re now a millionaire."

At six in the evening, the head CEO finally made an appearance. You did find it peculiar that you had a fairly quiet afternoon after meeting with Yoongi. Your brows were pinched together as you were lost in thought when the elevator opened, revealing the head CEO. He had yet to notice you, his large and imposing form leaning against the side of the elevator. His eyes were close. You noticed that his white sleeves were already folded, his tie already loosened as his black suit laid on his thick forearms.

Kim Namjoon was the image of weariness, and you thought he looked quite pale. Your growing concern for him was what made you stepped inside the lift rather than running away yet again. The sound of your heels as you stepped in was the only sound in the elevator. You pressed for the ground floor and you saw that the floor for basement three was already pressed. Perhaps, the head CEO was going home now. Now that you were standing almost next to him, you only further affirmed how small you were next to him. He was already larger than life, and the way he always held himself exuded confidence made him more striking…and manly in your eyes.

The ride was fairly quiet, and through it all, he had his eyes closed. You kept on stealing glances, thinking that maybe among the other CEOs, he took in the least amount of potion. You felt lighter with that thought. At least you only had five men you needed to find the antidote for. Come to think of it, you hadn’t seen the sunshine of the group, Jung Hoseok yet.

The elevator dinged, signifying your floor. You had taken merely a step when you felt a large hand completely encircling your wrist, effectively stopping you from leaving. You automatically turned, startled to find him with his eyes trained on you. He looked way too alert for someone who had his eyes closed for the past minute. You gasped when he pulled you closer to him as he pressed the close button.

“Daepyonim Kim,” you called him as you craned your neck to look at his draconic eyes.

“Leaving so soon?" he asked, his deep voice carrying a subtle mix of amusement and curiosity.

You hesitated, the words tumbling out of your mouth as he caught you off guard. “I... uh, yes. I was heading to the lobby. I’m about to leave for the night," you stammered, attempting to regain composure.

A playful smile curved his lips as he completely blocked the exit. leaned against the elevator frame, effectively blocking your exit, which sounded successful as the door closed. “I missed you,” he breathed as he took you in, his thumb gently running over the inside of your wrist as though touching you brought him immense comfort. “A lot. It was hell without seeing you the whole day.”

You blinked owlishly and you wanted nothing but to hide your face from the intensity of his gaze, but he wouldn’t let you. Instead, he smiled so gently at you, the dents on his cheeks making an appearance which made him more charismatic that you couldn’t say no when he told you that he would take you home.

But he didn’t exactly say which home because you ended up in what turned out to be the CEOs’ huge ass mansion. Your eyes roamed around the mansion, the high ceilings and the fancy marble flooring all screamed wealth that you didn’t even dare of dreaming to have. He confidently led you to what appeared to be a grand dining room. The room bathed in the soft, flickering glow of candlelight, casting a warm and intimate ambiance. The delicate flames danced gracefully, creating patterns of light and shadow that played across the table. The air carried the subtle fragrance of the candles, a mix of vanilla and subtle hints of lavender.

The dining table was adorned with crisp, white linen, and the flickering candles were nestled in elegant holders, their glow reflecting off polished silverware and crystal glasses. Each flame seemed to dance in harmony with the gentle melody playing in the background, creating a soothing symphony that enveloped the space.

He pulled a chair for you, and instead of sitting across from you, he sat beside you. He chuckled lowly when he caught your questioning eyes, “I have been apart from you for so long today, little one. I need this to feel alive.”

You straightened up in vigilance that the other CEOs would show up. “Are the others here, too?”

He looked at you like you said something funny. The chef he hired today gently laid all the dishes he made, explaining about each dish before wishing the two of you an enjoyable night. Namjoon told you that he wouldn’t feed you any of the food he made unless he enrolled himself in a culinary school first, hence the chef. He waited for the chef to leave before turning his full attention to you.

“I shipped them off to Antartica.”

“You what?!”

“I simply said we were flying to Japan for a quick meeting. They believed. I lied. End of. So anyway, how many children do you think we should have?”

My God, you wanted so bad to lay on your bed and sleep the whole night. You though about filing for sick leave tomorrow, you were long overdue for a leave, anyway. Kim Namjoon was kind enough to drop you off. However, it was only after you promised him that you would talk about possible schools for your future children that he let you go.

On the other hand, your friend finally called and you were sorely disappointed to know more about what she gathered today. Her grandmother had to ask the other folks that lived in the mountain about your situation and it somehow appalled you that you weren’t the first to experience this.

It was, at the same time, sad to see people resort to this from loneliness.

Was an artificial, forced love and companionship better than being alone?

There were both an instant and quite a long-term effect of the potion, she said. The instant was mostly upon ingesting the liquid. Once they locked eyes with the owner of the potion which so happened to be you since she technically gifted it to you, then the immense attraction would start. You thought that this explained why the seven of them all acted that way in the conference room.

The long-term effects were what caused you to groan all the way up to your apartment. And right then and there, you saw what the long-term effects were. As you trudged up to your apartment, you felt the exhaustion to your very bones. You were looking forward to a hot shower in an effort to wash away the problems that stemmed from a simple prank when you saw who was leaning against your front door.

The last of the CEO, Jung Hoseok, was leaning against the door, his head bowed down as he clutched his heart. He looked like he was in unfathomable pain, his lips almost the shade of white. And your friend’s words echoed in your mind.

‘Prolonged non-contact with the object of their desires will cause them to be physically ill.’

You hurried up to him, holding his shoulders as you looked at him. You were crouched down in front of him, peeking up at his pained face.

“S-sir, are you okay?”

His chest tightened, his face contorted, a mask of agony etched with lines of distress. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, evidence of the intense effort to draw in even the smallest amount of air. The hallway fell silent, save for the raspy, labored breaths that escaped him.

‘They may try to fight the unexplainable feelings they have, and this will only cause them harm. In fact, if they go without you for a long period of time, their body will suffer for a long time.’

“Hoseok? Can you hear me? I’ll call for help, okay?” you tried to make yourself sound calm for his sake, but seeing him struggling, desperate to gasp for air was making you panic. Your negligence did this, you thought. You should have made sure that you were holding the right tumbler that day.

You were about to turn to call for help when you felt a hand pulled you closer, and before you knew it, he had his arms around you. He was still breathing hard, but you noticed that the shallow breathings were farther and apart as though he could finally breath. The moment you touched him, the moment you looked into his eyes was the exact moment that a wave of relief swept over him as the oppressive grip on his chest began to loosen. The moment that you called his name was the moment that the torment that had shackled his every breath gradually lifted, replaced by the sweet release of a deep, calming respiration.

“Don’t leave me.”

‘However, every interaction with you would only make their attraction grow further.’

You placed a glass of water in front of the man who now looked perfectly fine as though he wasn’t fighting for his very life outside your apartment. He was offering you reassuring smiles as he gently watched you. He was surrounded by sacks of expensive cat food, toys, and vitamins. And of course, your cat was only too happy with them, evident by the excessive purring he was emitting as he climbed on the CEO’s lap.

“I did hear that you have an adorable son int the form of a cat,” he started as he petted your spoiled cat. “As his future daddy, I would like to provide for him as early as now.”

You didn’t pay attention to whatever he was saying, and instead, you sat next to him to see if he was really fine. The paleness was now exchanged by a healthy look on skin. It was as though that didn’t happen.

“Hoseok, listen…the reason that you are all acting this way to me, the girl you didn’t even notice before this, was because-“

“Because of that drink, right?” he interrupted you, wearing a soft smile that conveyed he harbored no anger.

“Y-you know…”

He nodded before tilting his head, “I do. It’s weird, as you said. The thing is, all of us suspects the same thing. You, little one, only confirmed it.”

“I didn’t mean for any of these to happen-“

The soft look he had was now dropped, revealing the strict CEO that everyone knew him to be. “Regardless, little one. You need to take responsibility over your actions.”

“H-how?”

“You’re going to live with us until all of this fades. You’re going to take responsibility over us, my love.”

Part 2

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