#taekook aus

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compromise (explicit)

genre: twilight AU, straight-up cracky-ass porn, do not look @ me

pairing: vampire!taehyung x human!reader x werewolf!jungkook

summary: you're torn between the two loves of your life - but maybe you don't have to choose.

word count: 10k 😬

contains: explicit sexual content~*~ no seriously like i wrote this with my dick it is EXCLUSIVELY twilight-flavored porn sdhfjdkgsdf - taehyung is a vampire, jungkook is a werewolf, reader is in love with both of them, they can't stand each other, yktfv !!!! this is actually an incredibly poorly negotiated threesome, so uh, don't do it like this kids!!!!! just enjoy the filth 🫡 which specifically contains: a m/m/f threesome ft. mid-sex jealousy lol, biting, nipple play, clit stim and fingering, clit biting 💀, cunnilingus, spitting, neck.... licking?, a lot of body temperature descriptions bc we're sticking to steph's hot/cold lore bc i think it's funny idk, blowjobs/throat fucking, spit-roasting, first times, unprotected sex, some mildly improbable sex positions because they both have superhuman strength lmfao, a smidge of dirty talk/praise kink, ass play, anal sex, good ol' DP, annnnnd the grand finale: neck-biting and blood-drinking 🤭 also tae and jk throw "slurs" like 'leech' and 'dog' at each other the whole time sdfsdfjkf 💜

A/N: SURPRISE! AND HAPPY HALLOWEEN! I WILL NOT BE EXPLAINING MYSELF BUT UHHHH ENJOY SOME NONSENSE!!!!

thank you to @haliiimede for the incredible banner 🥺

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You’ve been on edge all evening, watching, waiting.

As the sun slips below the horizon and reddens the sky on its departure, you try not to read it as an omen of what’s to come. Night pours out black like it always does, dark blanketing the lush green outside your bedroom window, but your stomach refuses to untwist.

Not even the touch of Taehyung’s hand can settle your nerves, despite how familiar it is, cold as ice, hard as marble. He’d climbed in your window at dusk, the way he’s done every night for months now, but tonight the air between you is heavy. Tonight you can barely look at him.

“Jagiya,” his hundred-year-old voice drips, sweet like honey, rich like blood in the quiet of your room. “What’s wrong?”

You haven’t even opened your mouth to answer when his head snaps up, clearly alerted by some sound your weak human ears have yet to pick up on.

Right on time, then.

“Tae,” you murmur softly, bringing one hand up to cup his cheek. Your thumb strokes lovingly over the flawless perfection of his face as your human eyes meet his: rich ochre, deep enough to drown in. He’s well-fed; you made sure that would be the case when you planned this. You need every possible element on your side tonight.

He cuts you off with a growl before you can say more than his name. “Why is that dog here?”

The word spat through his clenched teeth sends a fresh wave of anxiety spiraling through your bloodstream. “Please don’t call him that, Tae.” Your voice is barely more than a whisper. “He’s my best friend. I wanted the three of us to talk.”

You realize you can hear it now, coming up the road: the distant but unmistakable rattle of Jungkook’s motorcycle. It draws closer and closer, until it’s underscored by the crunch of gravel as he pulls into the driveway. When Jungkook finally kills the engine, the silence in your bedroom feels loud.

Taehyung doesn’t speak, but you can tell he’s furious, every muscle in his body pulled tight. His hands curl into fists, flexing restlessly at his sides, and even the well-defined line of his jaw jumps like he’s holding back the urge to tear something apart.

You do the only thing you can think of to calm your boyfriend: you take his face in your hands and pull him in for a deep kiss.

As your lips touch, it finally sinks in: how scared you are about tonight– you’re shaking like a leaf in Taehyung’s arms, even though you know he’d never hurt you. At least not purposefully.

The heat of your mouth seems to distract Taehyung a little, but there’s still fury in his kiss, in the soft growls that he can’t quite suppress as his tongue rolls over yours.

Your bedroom door creaks on its hinges, and you pull away from Taehyung just in time to see a bright smile drop off Jungkook’s face as he stands in the threshold. Your heart plummets into your stomach. Three seconds in and you’ve already ruined everything. How very human of you.

Moving an inch back from Taehyung, you unwind your arms from around his neck and try to regard both of them at once. This conversation suddenly feels much harder to navigate than you’d anticipated.

“Hi, Jungkook,” you say softly. Your best friend is practically glowering in the doorway now.

“I thought you wanted to talk. I don’t need to see him turn you. Or suck your soul out, or whatever.”

You try to stay calm, because someone has to. “It was just a kiss, Jungkook. I meant it, I do want to talk.” Your gaze flits from Jungkook to Taehyung. “To both of you.” As your eyes find Jungkook’s again, you pat the bedspread on your other side. “Will you come sit down?”

Taehyung makes a noise so otherworldly that chills rip up your spine, enough to make you shiver. “He’s fine where he is.”

“Tae,” you turn back to him, your face twisted with emotion. “Please.”

Jungkook crosses into the room with an unhurried confidence despite the slight hesitation in his steps, as if he’s preparing for your boyfriend to lunge at any moment but sure he’d win the fight. To your surprise, he doesn’t follow the path you’d indicated to join you and Taehyung. Instead, he moves to stand in front of you at the foot of the bed, and then–

Your jaw drops as Jungkook, still slow, still confident, sinks to his knees in front of you and Taehyung.

“How’s this?”

“Swearing your loyalty, mutt?” Taehyung snaps.

Jungkook doesn’t even look at him. “Not to you.”

“Thank you, Jungkook,” you murmur softly. “And thank you for coming here. And I’m sorry I haven’t told either of you why.”

“You didn’t even tell me he was coming!” Taehyung interjects, indignant, and you sigh.

“You’re right. And I should have. But you can see why I was scared to, right? I didn’t think either of you would agree if you knew you’d be in the same room.”

They both shrug a little, like they can’t argue with that.

It all starts to well up in your chest before you can focus on remaining rational, the way you’d planned to. The emotions, the pain. Your very human weaknesses.

“I don’t think you two realize how hard this is for me. How hard it is that you feel the way you do about each other,” you begin. “Neither of you can know what it’s like to wake up and feel like you’re being torn in half. But that’s every day for me.”

Jungkook tries to say your name, but falls quiet again when you shake your head.

“It doesn’t feel fair. Any of this. It’s not fair that you’re both…” you pause, searching for the word. “…superhuman, something I may never understand. It’s not fair that I love you both, in such different but equally strong ways, so much sometimes that it feels like my heart might give out. And it’s not fair that you hate each other. That you can’t even be in the same room.”

Taehyung’s icy touch on your skin makes you shiver, and you realize he’s wiping away errant tears that have started to roll down your face.

“And it’s not fair,” you continue, “that you expect me to choose. That there’s supposed to be an answer here. I’ve nearly lost each of you trying to figure it out. So my choice is that I won’t choose. I don’t want either of you if I can’t have both of you.”

“What?!” Taehyung’s eyes flash when he pulls back, as quickly as if you’d just slapped him.

“Listen to me,” you command, your voice laced with determination now. “Taehyung. I love you. You are my soulmate. My person. I want to spend the rest of our lives with you.” You sniff a little, taking a big breath in, and your chest shakes as you let it out again. “But all of that is also true of Jungkook. And I’m tired of pretending it’s not.”

Taehyung blinks, dazed, like he can't believe what you’re saying. When you glance down at Jungkook, still knelt on the floor, a smile is ghosting over his mouth.

“That leech really didn’t understand our bond, huh?” Jungkook asks softly, as if only you can hear the question. “Didn’t understand that I was the one who was there for you, who picked up the pieces when he fucked off to Paris to—”

“Jungkook,” you cut him off, your tone a warning. “Stop. This goes both ways. I love you, but you also need to understand that my feelings for Taehyung are just as strong. That’s not changing even though we’ve hurt each other. We’ve all hurt each other.”

Jungkook falls silent again, and you turn your gaze back to Taehyung. Your heart aches at the unmistakable betrayal you see in his eyes.

“Taehyung,” you breathe. “Please. I can’t be without you. Without either of you. I’m just asking you to try. For me.”

“Well, I don’t need to mull it over.” Before you have a chance to react to his words, Jungkook surges up and kisses you hard on the mouth, and you make a soft noise of surprise against his lips.

You know you should pull away and tell him to stop, but Jungkook’s touch is warm enough to melt, and you lose your focus as your whole world is knocked entirely off-axis. Your head spins when his tongue traces over your bottom lip, and it’s suddenly hard to think about anything else.

Taehyung growls, low in his throat, like the distant rumble of thunder. It’s enough to drag you back, and you break the kiss with a gasp.

As if he can read the expression on your face, Jungkook wordlessly drops down onto the bed on the other side of you. You slide a hand over the firm muscles of his thigh, giving him a reassuring squeeze before turning to face your boyfriend.

Taehyung’s gaze traces over the floorboards, and it’s clear a thousand thoughts are running through his mind, thoughts you wish you could hear for yourself.

“Please hear me, Tae,” you try again, your voice low. “I want you. All of you. Intimately. I know you want that too.” The subject makes his gaze snap up, and you reach for him, a desperate attempt to try and keep him with you.

When you grab Taehyung’s hand, his ice-cold skin is a shock compared to the heat of Jungkook’s body under your other palm. But it’s familiar, it’s comforting, the touch of this man, whom you love so intensely that it terrifies you.

“And I know you’ve been scared to try. Scared of yourself and what might happen,” you continue, and Taehyung nods slowly, his eyes searching yours. “But… maybe this is it. Doesn’t it make sense? If Jungkook is here, it might be easier for you to stay in control with me.”

“And I can protect her if you don’t,” Jungkook adds with a smirk.

“So please, Taehyung.”

He stares at you, and you stare back, waiting for his answer. It finally comes in his husky voice, spoken as reverently as a prayer.

“I would do anything for you.”

The admission is chased by his hand at the back of your neck, pulling you in for a fierce kiss. You’re so relieved that you feel yourself near the verge of tears again, despite the icy thrill that dots up your spine as his mouth moves against yours. Taehyung’s teeth just barely scrape over your bottom lip, and you can’t help whimpering into his mouth in response. Like he’s trying to keep up, you almost instantly feel the heat of Jungkook’s mouth against your skin, his lips and tongue trailing down your neck and along the stretch of your shoulder. You make another soft noise at the way his hands start to roam over your body, restless, searching.

“Take my clothes off,” you pull away from Taehyung’s mouth to command, your eyes flitting up to his. “Let me give myself to you.” You turn to Jungkook. “To both of you.”

In a flash, Jungkook has your shirt over your head, and then it’s his turn to find your lips again, and he’s somehow even more passionate than when he first kissed you tonight.

“So fucking perfect,” Jungkook growls between kisses, and the rasp in his voice makes your nipples tighten under the thin fabric of your bralette. “Wanted this for so long.”

While Jungkook licks into your mouth, Taehyung’s nimble fingers find their way to the button of your jeans, and you lean back on your hands to give him better access. His touch is delicate as he undoes your zipper and starts to shimmy the denim down your legs.

“You too,” you break away from Jungkook to murmur, and you reach down to finish pulling your pants off. “I want to see you both.”

As they each move back from you to stand and disrobe, there’s a tense moment where Taehyung and Jungkook regard each other, and then Jungkook lunges and you scream.

You squeeze your eyes shut at a terrifying sound of something being ripped apart. Panic rises in your chest and makes it impossible to breathe— you don’t know why this was a good idea, you don’t know what you expected, of course this could never work, how stupid could you be— and then you hear Taehyung huff a dark laugh, seemingly unharmed, and your eyes snap open.

And he is. He’s fine. His shirt, however, has been reduced to tatters on your bedroom floor. Jungkook’s smirk is that of a cat who’s just swallowed a canary.

“Very mature of you, mongrel. I take it I’m meant to repay the favor?” Taehyung scoffs, and you keep your eyes open to watch him easily tear Jungkook’s shirt from his body, as if it were made of tissue paper. Your head spins.

Attempting to remember how to breathe is made all the more difficult when you watch them both strip down to their boxers. Your heart flutters in your chest as you realize in this moment how truly beautiful they both are.

Jungkook’s body in particular takes you aback– despite still having the enviably small waist you’ve always teased him for, the rest of him has certainly filled out over the years. He’s broad-shouldered and thick, with firm definition in his arms and abdominals that ripple as he reaches down to shimmy out of his pants.

It’s hard to believe this is the same kid you spent your childhood summers with, sharing secrets and making up stories, the one you used to call ‘Boba Ball’ or ‘Triangle Kimbap’ during the years he refused to cut his hair.

In stark contrast, Taehyung’s body feels like coming home. He’s striking as he always is, all long, lean muscles, a hand-carved statue come to life. Though it’s well into the dead of night now, you swear you can still see the glimmer shifting under his skin, like he’s stepping into full sunlight as he moves toward you. He’s just as brilliant, just as blinding, even in the dim light of your bedroom. Perfection incarnate.

You know it for a fact, can feel it thrumming behind your ribs, as true as the steady beat of your human heart. You love them both, unconditionally and irrevocably.

“Jagiya,” Taehyung breathes as he stands over you where you sit at the edge of the bed. “You’re glowing.” His hand cups your cheek, and you turn your head to press a kiss to the freezing center of his palm.

“I’m so happy, Tae,” you whisper, and he’s smiling softly when you glance back up.

“That’s all I want.”

You can feel the tears welling up in your eyes, and then Jungkook steps in beside him, and it’s like every piece in your heart slots perfectly into place.

“Are you ready?” Jungkook asks. Their superhuman reflexes move so quickly, you feel like you’ve only just begun to nod when two sets of hands are already on you, dragging you up to the head of the bed like you’re light as a feather.

Together, they push you down into the mattress, and then two mouths start to trace over every inch of your skin they can find. They alternate fluidly, everywhere at once: the brush of full lips, the sharp-sweet bite of teeth, the wet wash of a tongue. Your eyes roll back at the overwhelming sensations, and though you can initially tell them apart by the sharp contrast in their skin temperature, it all eventually melds together in your mind until you’re not sure where Taehyung ends and Jungkook begins.

The four hands on your body make quick work of stripping you out of your bralette and panties, and you’re whimpering and writhing and drenched with arousal when a warm tongue circles your nipple while a cold hand starts to creep up towards your center.

Jungkook sucks firmly on the stiff bud in his mouth, and you keen. “Fuck, Koo, oh god.”

Not to be outdone, you feel Taehyung’s teeth very lightly graze over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, and your hips shudder as you groan again.

There’s a wet pop as Jungkook releases your breast from his mouth with a soft laugh. “She squirms.”

“She does.” Taehyung’s breath ghosts over your entrance as he answers. He presses a glossy kiss to the crease of your thigh, then slips two smooth, delicate fingers into the wet heat of your pussy, and you outright moan.

“She’s vocal,” Jungkook remarks.

Taehyung crooks his fingers to make you cry out again, and he falls into a steady stroking motion. “She is.”

“You’ve done this before?”

Your breath coming in shallow pants now, you manage to lift yourself up onto your forearms and interject. “We’ve never– not all the way.”

Taehyung smirks at Jungkook as his digits squelch inside of you. “We’ve done enough.”

Jungkook’s eyes drop to your face, and you meet his gaze. He cups one of your breasts in his hand, massaging it in his palm before taking the peak of your nipple between his fingers. You whine as he gently rolls the bud in a circle. “What have you done?” he asks, his voice softer this time.

“What do you think, jagi?” Taehyung answers confidently before you can respond, your pussy still gripping tight around his fingers. “Want to show wolfboy here how well you suck my cock?”

Heat flushes your face at the thought, and Jungkook practically snarls down the bed at Taehyung. “Or maybe you can show me how you eat her out, and then I’ll show you how it’s really done.”

Taehyung’s expression falters just the slightest amount, but it’s enough for Jungkook’s keen senses to notice. “Wait– you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

You shake your head, struggling to keep up, your mind fighting not to give into the euphoria of their hands continuing to work your body. “We haven’t. Tae’s not–”

“What, not a man?” Jungkook snaps, paired with a tug of your nipple. “I could’ve told you that.”

The sigh that escapes your mouth is edged with a moan as Taehyung’s thumb brushes lightly over your clit. “He’s not ready, Jungkook.”

“I’m sorry, he doesn’t want to eat you out because he’s too scared he’ll fucking eat you?”

Taehyung scoffs between your legs, but Jungkook is already shifting to his knees, clearly having heard enough. “That’s it. Turn the fuck over.”

You appreciate the consideration when Jungkook guides you to sit up and get on hands and knees across the width of the bed, nudging you forward so that he can kneel down behind you on the mattress. The positioning is ideal for Taehyung to meet you on the other side.

There’s a cold flash in Taehyung’s eyes as he circles the bed, not unlike a predator stalking prey. Watching him sends more arousal flooding through you, enough that the crux of your thighs is painted with slick when Jungkook encourages them apart from behind.

You can see Taehyung’s length straining against the confines of his underwear as he stands in front of you, and he laughs softly when you reach up to pull him out, too greedy to wait. He’s beautiful, long and hard and weighing heavy in your palm. Your eyes roll up to meet Taehyung’s, deep amber and brimming with lust as you press gentle kisses to the rim of his cockhead.

The wet smack of your mouth is chased with a fluttering whimper when Jungkook slides two fingers through your dripping folds to roughly part your pussy lips. You can feel yourself dripping, can hear the dark hum Jungkook emits in response.

“You look delicious,” he rasps. “Can’t believe this parasite would rather have your blood.”

In hopes it will distract him from Jungkook’s insult, you choose that moment to swallow Taehyung down, and your plan seems to work. Taehyung’s fingers snake through your hair and his head tips back as you stretch your lips over his shaft. You find yourself whining softly around him at the feeling alone, the smooth press of his cock against your tongue.

You hollow your cheeks around Taehyung and slowly begin to suck along his length, eliciting a deep hiss from him, your hand pumping in time at the base where your mouth can’t reach.

It takes a conscious effort to hold in a moan when you feel the first touch of Jungkook’s tongue, dragged thick up your slit like a hot knife through butter. You arch your spine, your body begging for more, and his hands grip the soft flesh of your ass as he spreads you open and indulges.

Jungkook eats you like a man starved, shoving his tongue into your pussy with enough force to slide Taehyung’s cock further into your mouth. Taehyung’s tip teases into the back of your throat, and he groans when you swallow to urge him over the edge.

“Fuck, jagiya,” he pants as you continue to bob up and down, relentless, spurred on by every sloppy pass of Jungkook’s tongue. “If only that mutt could see how good you look with my cock in your mouth.”

Pleased at Taehyung’s praise and choosing to ignore his dig at Jungkook, you lean forward to take even more of him, until the whole of his glass-hard cock is crammed down your throat. You can feel drool welling up on your tongue, can feel your muscles trying not to choke around him, made all the more difficult by the way Jungkook is steadily fucking his tongue into you now.

The shudder of your throat matches the tremble in Taehyung’s hips, and you can tell he’s fighting the urge to push you past the limits of what a human can take.

There’s a part of you that wishes he would.

You gag softly as you pull off of him, giving both of you a moment to collect yourselves. One of Taehyung’s large hands pets over your hair, encouraging, and you drop your forehead down to rest in the crook of your elbow. Without the distraction of sucking Taehyung’s cock, the pleasure of Jungkook’s hot mouth on your pussy is overwhelming, and you can’t help moaning into the mattress.

“God, just like that, Koo.”

Managing to pull yourself back up for more, you coax a soft groan from Taehyung as you start to kitten lick up his shaft. Jungkook pulls away from your center just as you take Taehyung into your mouth again.

“You taste so fucking good. Bloodsucker doesn’t know what he’s missing. But he can enjoy my sloppy seconds.”

The sudden wet sound of Jungkook spitting is so loud that even Taehyung flinches, and your cunt clenches at the slick-splatter feeling. Wasting no time, Jungkook dives back in, eagerly shoving the mix of saliva and arousal into your entrance with his tongue, and it’s all you can do to focus on the cock in your mouth.

Taking Taehyung faster this time, you build up to a steady rhythm, your hands fisting the bed sheets beneath you as you swallow him down. You make an audible gulping sound with each pass, his length dipping over and over into the tight squeeze of your throat. Taehyung can’t hold back, grunting a steady stream of curses as you suck him off just the way he likes.

When Jungkook outright growls between your legs, you feel it more than hear it, and the vibrations that roll through you are enough to make your toes curl. You pull most of the way off, sliding your lips down Taehyung’s shaft to suckle at the head of his cock as you whimper gently around him.

With his fingertips gripping your ass bruising-hard, Jungkook’s lips slide up your folds until he finds the underside of your clit. Your thighs quiver violently when his tongue darts out for one rough flick over the sensitive bud. There’s no stifling the way you moan when Jungkook repeats the action, again and again, falling into a steady lapping rhythm that makes your whole body shake.

His mouth is so wet and so warm that you completely lose your ability to multitask. Your jaw goes slack around Taehyung’s length, drool spilling onto the sheets beneath you until Taehyung finally withdraws. You don’t have enough space in your brain to try and stroke his ego to keep things fair— you’re entirely lost in the heat of Jungkook’s tongue over your clit. Your hips shove back toward Jungkook’s face to grind against his mouth, your own tongue lolling out as you pant and moan.

An ice cold hand tangling in your hair is enough to get your eyes to refocus, and you glance up at Taehyung just in time for his grip to tighten. The sting of it sparkles like diamonds against your scalp as he forces your head back and watches you fuck yourself on Jungkook’s tongue.

“Feels good, jagiya?” Taehyung purrs, speaking up to be heard over the gasps and slurps of Jungkook as his mouth works your pussy, drinking up every drop.

You can’t think or speak, can’t do anything except nod dumbly and try to keep your eyes from rolling up into your skull. Taehyung cranes your head back another inch and you whimper at the pressure. “Gonna come on puppy’s tongue?”

“Uh-huh,” you manage to choke out, and you outright keen when two of Taehyung’s slender fingers reach down to find one of your nipples and twist. The shock of pleasure-pain rips through your whole body, and fuck, it’s enough. Taehyung drops his grip on your hair just as your orgasm hits, and your head bounces against the mattress as you collapse into shuddering moans, your body trembling all over.

Your thighs threaten to give out, but Jungkook’s hands find purchase under your hips to keep you up. You let him hold your weight entirely like it’s nothing at all, his face and tongue still buried in you as your pussy gushes and flutters around him.

Everything eventually softens into the warm glow of comedown, your moans dissolving to gentle whimpers, and then Jungkook slowly lowers you to the mattress. His hands slip down to keep your thighs pulled apart, and he leans in for a few more licks to your cunt, your whole body shivering with oversensitivity at each pass until he finally relents.

“First orgasm’s mine,” Jungkook remarks, like it’s casual.

You glance up to see Taehyung baring his teeth, and you roll onto your side despite how heavy your limbs still feel. “I’ll make her come harder. Let me taste you next, jagi.”

“Tae, wait,” you murmur, pushing yourself up onto your hands. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

Jungkook’s smug response comes first. “How about you do it while I fuck her?”

“What?!”

If your heart wasn’t still racing from the orgasm, it would be now at the way Taehyung’s eyes are fixed on Jungkook, like he wants to tear him limb from limb. But Jungkook just keeps talking, as if it doesn’t scare him in the slightest.

“She’s got two holes, right? If I take her in the ass, her pussy’s yours. It’s like she said— if you can’t stand me, maybe it’ll tone down the desire to, you know. Have a snack.”

There’s a visible tremor in Taehyung’s jaw as he attempts to keep himself under control. When he speaks, his voice is strained with the effort of holding back. “You’re not putting anything… anywhere until after I do. I don’t care which fucking hole it is.”

At this, you finally interject. “Taehyung’s right, Jungkook.”

The staring contest ends as they both look down at you, and your eyes jump back and forth between them as you shift onto your knees on the mattress. “We’ve wanted this and talked about it for so long. It’s only fair that he be my… first.”

Jungkook, to your surprise, seems unbothered. “That’s fine. So long as I’m your second.”

“Lay the fuck down, jagi,” Taehyung growls.

You follow the command and Taehyung settles between your thighs with a determined cold-steel gaze, his knees sinking soft divots into the mattress. He fists at his throbbing-hard cock as you spread yourself for him, and when he lines himself up with your entrance, you hook your legs over his hips.

In the dim light, there’s an ice-shimmer sheen on his cock, still glossed with your drool. The tip nudges at your center, and you’re drenched for him, you can feel it, slick from Jungkook’s mouth and wet with your own arousal that drips down to coat his waiting length.

A shiver runs through you at the touch of Taehyung’s hand over yours, and he turns your palm up so he can interlace your fingers together.

“Jagiya,” Taehyung murmurs. “I love you.”

His free hand slips down to anchor over your hip, and then you feel him, the glass-cold weight of his cock starting to press into you, long and impossibly hard.

“Oh god, Taehyung,” you gasp, your head kicking back against the bed. “I love you, too. So much.”

You have to shut your eyes to focus on the feeling, on adjusting to the stretch of him, your brow furrowing as you try to breathe through it.

The warm brush of a callused hand over your cheek instantly softens your expression, and your eyes flutter open again to take in Jungkook above you. His warm familiarity makes you smile, as does the sweet expression on his face as he hovers over you.

“Hi,” Jungkook says simply, and you tip your chin up enough for him to understand what you want. He leans forward and his mouth captures yours in an upside-down kiss, one that you can’t help but gasp into when Taehyung fully bottoms out inside you.

Jungkook pulls back as your breath flutters into his mouth. “Is it okay? He’s not hurting you?”

You shake your head, eyes dropping closed as Jungkook trails kisses along the line of your jaw and down your neck. “God, you took him so well.” His voice smolders against your skin.

As if attempting to regain your focus, you feel Taehyung’s hand slip between your legs. His thumb begins to trace gentle circles over your clit, and your walls clench around him in response. “Oh fuck, Tae.”

“Can I move, jagi?” he grunts, and you nod, punctuated with a soft whimper.

“Please, Tae. I need to feel you.”

You barely get the words out before Jungkook’s mouth finds yours again, and your tongue licks hungrily against his as Taehyung slowly starts to move. His cock is so thick, heavy and smooth like marble as he glides over your ridges, and you moan eagerly against Jungkook, gripping the back of his neck like a lifeline as Taehyung’s hips fall into a steady rhythm.

“Oh my god,” you have to break away from Jungkook to gasp. “Oh my god, Tae.”

“Bet that tight little pussy feels so good,” Jungkook murmurs, lips brushing over your ear. When he pulls back, you open your eyes to take him in.

“Jungkook,” you nearly whine his name, overwhelmed at the way Taehyung has started to jostle you on his cock. “Wanna make you feel good too.”

The pads of his fingertips trace delicately over your cheek, and then his thumb slips down to pull at your bottom lip.

“Do you wanna take my cock in this pretty mouth?” The hand tracing over your lip slips lower, until his warm palm is closed over the column of your neck. You can feel the heat of him in every beat of your pulse, the hummingbird thrum of your very human heart. “And let me fuck your throat?”

An overwhelming desire to be filled from both ends makes your breath stutter in your chest, and you grip his forearm with both of your hands, nails digging into his warm skin. “Y-yes, Jungkook,” you answer, working hard to get the words out with how heavy Taehyung is stroking into you. “I need it.”

Jungkook dips forward to brush his lips over yours again, just the lightest touch. “I love you,” he murmurs softly against your mouth.

“I love you,” you repeat, your voice a near whisper.

Another kiss, and he’s smiling when he pulls back. “Be a good girl and open up for me.”

As Jungkook steps away to tug down and step out of his boxers, you feel Taehyung slow his thrusts, and then you gasp a little at how deep his cock sinks into you when he shifts forward to push you both up the bed.

“You feel so good, jagi,” Taehyung groans, and you can’t help but whimper when he moves you easily, grabbing your legs and slinging them roughly over his shoulders.

A yelp escapes your lips when Taehyung hooks his arms over your thighs and pulls them flush to his chest, causing your ass to lift off the mattress entirely. With the way he has you bent, the majority of your weight should be resting in your arms and upper back pressed flat to the bed, possibly painfully. But Taehyung holds you up so effortlessly that you feel like you weigh nothing at all.

The angle also shoves you just far enough back that your head tips over the edge of the bed, and you’re grateful for this small concession from Taehyung, to let Jungkook have his way peacefully, because he knows it’s what you want, too.

As Jungkook steps in to hover over you, Taehyung starts to bounce you on his cock again, and he fills you up so perfectly like this that you can only moan, your head tilting all the way back.

Jungkook’s hands pet down the length of your neck until he finds your breasts, angled up toward him and jiggling with every fierce thrust as Taehyung picks up the pace. You whimper when Jungkook’s palms close around your tits, and you feel the head of his dick toy at your bottom lip, gliding wet with precum that has already started to leak from his slit.

Letting your eyes flutter closed, you give yourself over to the pleasure welling up inside of you and stick your tongue out to guide Jungkook in. His groan is nearly a growl as his cock presses into your mouth to weigh your tongue down heavy, then slips even further back until he’s teasing at the clench of your throat.

The stretch of being used by both of them lights you up all the way through, like a live wire.

For a moment, you find yourself wishing that you weren’t human, that they didn’t have to worry about being gentle to keep you from getting hurt, that Jungkook and Taehyung could truly do whatever they wanted to you.

The thought is exciting and terrifying, and your heart skips a beat in your chest.

Jungkook holds himself still once he’s pushed all the way in, and your throat bulges up at the width of him. You have to remind yourself that at least for now, you are human, and you need to keep breathing.

Taehyung is thrusting balls-deep into your pussy now, and though Jungkook hasn’t started his own strokes yet, the way Taehyung shoves into you is enough to gently rock Jungkook’s length back and forth in the heat-clutch of your throat.

You hear Jungkook moan above you. “Oh fuck yeah, just like that.”

His hips just barely start to move in time, out to match each of Taehyung’s thrusts in, back into your throat every time Taehyung’s cock drags out of your cunt. All you can do is lay there and take it from both of them, a fragile fucktoy, drool slipping down your chin while Jungkook’s hands knead at your breasts and Taehyung’s thumb rolls over your clit.

“Look so good like this,” Taehyung grunts as he presses his lips to your calf hooked over his shoulder. “Wanna make you come on my cock, jagi.”

The plea makes you moan enough to gag around Jungkook, and he relents to let you catch your breath, strings of spit spider-webbing out of your mouth as you pant and laugh a little.

“Fuck me harder, Taehyung,” you breathe. “I can take it.”

It feels like you might bruise from the intensity at which Taehyung begins to stroke into you at your command, but it’s so good, you can’t imagine ever caring about the marks he’ll leave behind. The slap of skin on skin is loud, the way you moan louder still. The pleasure of it rushes up in your bloodstream and hits hard enough to make you dizzy, and the relentless rub of Taehyung’s thumb over your clit pushes you to the edge overwhelmingly quickly.

“Jungkook,” you gasp, your head tipping back towards him. “Please. Want you in my mouth when I come.”

“God,” Jungkook groans, nearly laughing as he slips his thick cock between your lips again. “You are so fucking hot.”

You take Jungkook back into your mouth, and you can already feel your walls starting to flutter around Taehyung as his cock plunges into you over and over. Jungkook’s heavy breathing and Taehyung’s strangled moans mix together in a discordant harmony, underscored by the wet sounds of your throat and your pussy as they fuck you from both ends. Your orgasm mounts, coiling tight in your core, undeniable now.

“That’s it, jagiya,” Taehyung groans. “Come for us.”

You nearly sob around Jungkook’s shaft as you reach your peak, your hips shoving up wildly in Taehyung’s grasp, your entire body overwhelmed by pleasure. Wave after wave of it washes through you, and your pussy pulses for what feels like an eternity, soaking Taehyung’s length in your juices.

Jungkook pulls out again to let you breathe, and you collapse back against the bed. The rush of air into your lungs is so sharp that it stings a little. Your heartbeat slams in your chest as Taehyung withdraws too, and then he leans down to cover your body with his.

His perfect lips find yours and he kisses you deeply, and it takes all the effort you have left to move your mouth against his.

“You’re beautiful, jagiya,” Taehyung murmurs against your skin. “You feel like heaven.”

“I love you, Taehyung,” you manage to whisper back.

“Aw,” Jungkook’s voice drips thick with sarcasm, and you’re ashamed to realize that you’d momentarily forgotten his presence. “What a lovely couple. Guess that orgasm makes the score one-to-one, huh Tae-Tae?”

You shiver a little at the loss of Taehyung��s body over yours as he gets to his feet, inhumanly fast, to move towards Jungkook.

“You know, I have no idea what she sees in you,” Taehyung scoffs.

Jungkook barks a laugh. “That’s fine. ‘Cause pretty soon you’ll be seeing me in her.”

Your heart is in your throat as you watch the two of them circle each other, their eyes burning with hatred. A low warning sound reverberates from between Taehyung’s teeth, but Jungkook just keeps going. “What do you think, bloodsucker? Ready to try eating pussy now that you’re not a virgin anymore?”

“I’d much prefer dog for my next meal, if I’m honest,” Taehyung spits.

“I’d love to see you try.”

“Please.” Your voice comes out shattered, and you kneel up on the bed, grabbing both of them by the bicep in a feeble human attempt to pull them apart. You know you don’t have the real strength to move either of them, but they clearly choose to relent, each taking a few reluctant steps back.

“I want both of you,” you exclaim, close to tears. “Please, please don’t fight.”

There’s a tense moment of silence, and you break it the only way you can think to. “Jungkook,” you shift to better face him. “You really meant what you said? About taking me… in the ass?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen as he fumbles for his words. “I-I mean, we don’t have to. I was just saying shit to make him mad, really.”

“But do you want to?” you press him.

Jungkook blinks. “I want to do anything with you,” he says, like it’s the easiest thing in the world, and your heart melts open.

“I want it, too.”

“I– really?”

You nod, unashamed. “I’ve tried it before, by myself. And I want that with you.”

“How many fingers?” Jungkook’s eyes go dark with lust when he asks the question.

“Two,” you breathe.

His mouth pulls into a dirty smile. “Might have to work you up to three if you want to take me.”

“Taehyung?” You turn towards him when you ask for his consent to continue, and he answers by leaning in for a kiss that steals all the air from your lungs.

Your kisses deepen and intensify until they’re a clash of tongues and teeth as Taehyung joins you to kneel on the bed. Jungkook disappears off to dig through your bathroom cabinets, and there’s a smug look on his face when he returns with a bottle of lube in hand.

Hands still clutching at Taehyung’s neck, you break the kiss momentarily to look over your shoulder as Jungkook settles behind you, and you spread your knees wide for him. The snap of the bottle cap is loud in the quiet of your bedroom, and it’s chased by the thick squelch of Jungkook depositing lube onto his waiting fingers.

“This shit’s cold,” he complains, and you laugh softly against Taehyung’s mouth.

“Everything feels cold to you.”

You reach back with one hand to better spread yourself for him, and then you whimper as you feel Jungkook’s warm, wet fingers start to trace over the rim of your hole.

It feels like you can barely catch your breath before Taehyung’s mouth is on yours again, kissing you hungrily. His teeth roll over your bottom lip, and you moan into his mouth as Jungkook simultaneously pushes a finger into your ass.

Hot pleasure overwhelms you as Jungkook slips all the way in, and Taehyung’s marble lips release yours to trail an icy path over your jaw.

“Fuck, Koo,” you groan as you adjust to the stretch of him, already so much better than your own touch. “I need another.”

“God,” Jungkook exhales in disbelief. “I’ll try. You’re so fuckin’ tight back here.” Attempting to work you open, he starts to rock his finger slowly in and out of you, and you whine again.

The glass-cold touch of Taehyung’s hand brushing over your hip makes you jump a little, and then he traces further down to roll his fingers over your clit, and your spine arches. The soft circles he begins to trace melt you open, and you can feel every muscle in your body slacken, including the tight ring swallowing up Jungkook’s finger.

It’s just enough that he’s able to squeeze a second in.

“Look at that,” Jungkook chuckles darkly. “The leech is helping.”

You wrap a hand firmly around Taehyung’s cock, jutting up proudly between his legs, if only for a tether to ground you, to keep you from slipping out of your body entirely. Taehyung’s groan shudders over your skin as you slowly start to pump his diamond-hard length.

Jungkook doesn’t let up, scissoring his digits inside of you, and you press your hips back to beg for more until he’s shoved in to the hilt.

Taehyung’s deep voice purrs in your ear. “You smell incredible, jagiya.” There’s a sheen to his ochre eyes when you glance up at him. You’re not scared, not really, but your pulse quickens in your throat nevertheless. You know he can hear it, too.

“Tae,” you breathe, unable to get more words out, not with the way Jungkook’s fingers are relentlessly fucking your ass open.

Taehyung ducks his head and you gasp at the cold shock of his tongue when he full-on licks up the side of your neck. He keeps going, tonguing you in thick, slow drags, starting to groan softly in the back of his throat with each one. You let your head tip back to allow him access to more of your skin as you continue to work his cock in your hand.

You know you’re dancing with the devil, especially when you feel the lightest scrape of his teeth over your neck, but it feels too good to stop.

There’s a slow burn stretch at your rim as Jungkook just barely manages to fit a third finger past it. You will your body to relax so you can take him all the way inside, and you can’t help but moan at the overwhelming fullness. “Oh my fucking god, Koo.”

“Look so pretty on my fingers like this,” Jungkook grunts, pairing his words with a harsh slap to your asscheek that makes you yelp. “Can’t wait to see what you look like on my cock.”

Like a reflex, Taehyung growls against your neck, and you tremble at the feeling, at the sound of his teeth grinding together so close to your throbbing pulse.

“Taehyung,” you choke out as you release your grip on his cock and Jungkook’s fingers withdraw from your ass. You take Taehyung’s face in your hands, forcing him to meet your gaze. “Do you want to taste me?” His eyes flash dark with lust as he nods.

Jungkook is already shifting to sit at the edge of the bed, and he reaches for the lube again to pour more out, hissing softly as he fists the sticky gloss over his thick shaft. His legs part to give you room, and you back your ass up towards him. You can’t help but squeak a little when his hands close over your hips and he picks you up, your feet hovering an inch above the floor.

“Spread your legs,” Jungkook instructs, and you do. “Pull your knees up and rest your feet on my thighs.” You nervously find your footing over his firm muscles, but you’re a little scared to bear your full weight down.

Jungkook laughs when he realizes why you’re hesitating. “You can’t hurt me, it’s okay.”

At his encouragement, you press your feet more firmly into Jungkook’s thighs, your own legs shaking slightly with tense anticipation. He keeps his hands gripped tight to your hips, heat radiating out from where his palms press against your skin, and his voice is thick with lust when he speaks again.

“That’s it, baby. Line it up for me.”

You reach behind you to wrap your hand around his cock, and you can feel it pulsing hotly as you arch back to let his tip kiss against your rim.

“Go slow,” you breathe, and Jungkook leans in to press a kiss to your shoulder.

“‘Course I will. Don’t wanna hurt you.”

Inch by inch, he gently starts to sink you down to sheath him, pausing periodically to give you time to adjust. Your mouth drops open at the overwhelming feeling of Jungkook’s thickness stretching you open. It’s so intense that you want to squirm, to run away, the soles of your feet flexing restlessly against his thighs.

Your eyes flutter open again to find Taehyung knelt down, watching the two of you intently with a soft furrow in his brow.

“Tae,” you murmur. “Need your mouth.”

That’s all you have to say, and then he’s crawling towards you, settling on his knees between Jungkook’s spread legs. You shiver at the touch of Taehyung’s fingers as he pulls the lips of your pussy apart, and then he leans in to swipe his tongue through your folds just as Jungkook drops you an inch lower on his cock, and you whine loudly at the sweet rush of pleasure.

“Just like that,” you gasp to both of them, your head lolling back against Jungkook’s chest. “Oh, fuck.”

Taehyung’s tongue traces down to your entrance, slurping greedily at the wetness pooled there before dragging back up to your clit. The mirror-cold slide of his wet mouth over you is incredible, enough to make your toes curl when paired with the pressure of Jungkook’s hot cock pushing into your ass.

You feel the tight muscle of your rim spasm, and you sink another inch down, causing Jungkook to groan harshly in response. Just as you realize that you can feel his thighs flush against your asscheeks, his voice is in your ear.

“That’s it, baby. Took all of me in this tight little ass.”

“You feel so good, Koo,” you whimper, turning over your shoulder to find his mouth with yours. “So big,” you groan against his lips, and he smiles back.

As if to distract you, Taehyung’s teeth just barely brush over the hood of your clit, and you nearly bite Jungkook’s bottom lip off. You pull back to look down at Taehyung, and he smiles shyly between your thighs, feigning innocence.

“Watch it, bloodsucker,” Jungkook mutters, his voice strained. “Guess you need more practice.”

“No,” you manage to gasp, struggling to catch your breath between the two of them. “I liked it. Please, Tae.”

Taehyung leans in to repeat the motion, and the scrape of his teeth sends a hot spark of pain through you, enough to make your eyes squeeze shut and every muscle in your body pull taut. You can hear Jungkook groan behind you as your ass clenches around his cock like a vice.

“Shit,” Jungkook’s voice over your shoulder startles you slightly. Your lashes flutter open in time to see him reach his foot out and nudge at Taehyung’s thigh, not particularly gentle. “Keep fucking doing that.”

Taehyung obliges, alternating gentle passes of his tongue with increasingly rough drags of his teeth across your sensitive bud. The steady swings between pleasure and pain make your head spin, until Taehyung’s husky voice drags you back from the brink of all-encompassing pleasure.

“You’re dripping, jagiya.”

You whimper, unable to form words to respond, and then you can only moan as you feel one of Taehyung’s delicate fingers work itself into the heat of your pussy with a wet squelch.

“Pup’s so big and you’re so little,” Taehyung continues. “There’s no room left. Can barely get a finger in here.”

“I want to take you too, Tae,” you plead. “I want both of you.” It’s not just want at this point– you’re more sure than ever that you have to have this, both of them, together. “Please.”

Taehyung’s face darkens with concern. “We’ll break you.”

“Then break me,” you practically growl. “I need it.”

You’re expecting Taehyung to argue back, forever concerned for your safety, but to your surprise, he surges up to kiss you instead. A soft whimper spills from your mouth into his, and you tangle your fingers in his long dark hair and taste him until he pulls away.

As if to beckon him in, you wordlessly tilt your hips toward Taehyung as best you can with Jungkook’s thick cock still fully sheathed in your ass. Taehyung’s hands sink into the mattress on either side of Jungkook’s hips as he positions himself in front of you.

“Breathe, jagi,” Taehyung reminds you.

Your lungs burn as you inhale deep, and you try desperately to relax as you feel the tip of his glass-hard length teasing at your drenched entrance. Taehyung slowly starts to push in, and your hands search for purchase along the lean, flexing muscles in his arms, your nails attempting to scratch over skin that won’t give.

There’s a steady throb between your legs as Taehyung gently nestles himself all the way into your cunt, his cock pressed tight to Jungkook’s with only the thin barrier of your body between them. This feeling of fullness is beyond anything you’ve ever experienced, and the sensation of taking both of them at once is overwhelming. It’s spine-chilling cold and blood-boiling heat all in one, their cocks crammed so deep inside you that you swear you can feel them in your throat.

“Fuck,” Jungkook hisses, and he can’t quite hide the waver of pleasure that paints his voice. “Your dick’s fucking cold.”

“You’re actually just a fucking furnace,” Taehyung spits back, but it’s chased with a soft groan. 

Your mind lags, dazed with pleasure, but it slowly occurs to you that the temperature combination must feel equally good for them. Even if their egos won’t let them admit it.

“Move.” No one is more shocked than you at the commanding tone of your voice when you speak. “Both of you. Stop talking and fuck me.”

Jungkook acts first, his hands tightening on your hips to lift you, and the tight clutch of your ass dragging up the length of his cock makes you both gasp. Taehyung watches closely as Jungkook falls into a steady rhythm, and then he starts to roll his hips to match it, thrusting into your pussy each time Jungkook pulls your ass back down over his cock.

None of you can keep your composure or bite back your moans now, the pressure of their cocks simultaneously fucking into you feels too good. You can hear Jungkook panting in your ear, can see a muscle flexing in Taehyung’s jaw as he groans with every upstroke, and you begin to shove your hips up in time with their motions, your feet pressing firmly against Jungkook’s thighs for leverage.

“That’s it, baby,” Jungkook grunts. “Fucking ride us.”

Taehyung shifts slightly, putting all his weight into one hand to lift the other off the mattress and toy with your clit. You keen as he rolls it between his thumb and index finger, and you feel the chill of his mouth close over the slope of your neck.

“Oh fuck, Tae,” you whine as he starts to suck hard against your skin, enough that you’re sure he’ll leave a mark. You can feel every muscle in your body tightening, a dam of arousal threatening to burst deep inside of you, and something primal awakens there.

In this moment, you know exactly what you need.

“Taehyung,” you groan softly, and you already know he wants it too. “Do it, Tae. Please. Bite me.”

“Do not fucking turn her,” Jungkook growls, slamming your ass down so hard on his thighs that you nearly choke on a gasp. Taehyung’s mouth sucks even harder, right over your pulse point.

“No, no,” you protest. “Just a little drink, Tae. Please. It felt so good last time, I know. We both want it.” You’re outright begging, insatiable– your eyes threaten tears with how badly you really do want this, need this.

Like it takes every ounce of strength he has, Taehyung manages to pull himself off your neck, his hips still pistoning into you. “Jagi, I–I’ll frenzy. I’ll hurt you.”

You shake your head. “Jungkook is here, you can stop yourself. I know you can. Please, Tae, if you love me.”

As if those words were all he needed to hear, you see Taehyung rear back, and then you scream as his teeth pierce the skin of your neck. “It’s good Taehyung, it’s good,” you choke out, trying to keep it together. Your breath comes ragged now, in harsh, broken sobs.

Taehyung is loud when he drinks from you, slurping and gasping and groaning unabashedly, and you shiver violently at the icy wash of his tongue circling over your wounds.

The world begins to blur at the edges, bleeding out, like time itself is slowing. You feel your climax winding tighter inside of you even as your body starts to go weak, held up like a ragdoll in Jungkook’s grip as they both continue to fuck you full.

Jungkook growls like a clap of thunder, and it’s enough to bring Taehyung back to his senses. His head snaps up angrily, your blood momentarily forgotten. You just barely manage to focus your gaze on Taehyung’s face to see him bare his teeth in a vicious snarl at Jungkook, more monster than man.

“What is it, pup? Want a taste?”

Your mind moves slowly, and just as you think to yourself that Jungkook will scoff at the very idea, maybe even try to fight Taehyung for suggesting it, a new sensation flutters against your neck. It’s unmistakable, the touch of Jungkook’s tongue over the same spot, hot enough to burn the delicate skin that was just made so cold by Taehyung’s mouth.

“Oh fuck,” you moan loudly.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” Taehyung purrs, chased with a dark laugh, and your mind is too dizzy to know which of you he’s asking.

“She’s sweet,” Jungkook confirms, and your eyes roll back at the warmth of his tongue when it returns to your neck. Taehyung laughs even louder.

“He’s not gonna leave any for me. Can I give you one more set, jagi?”

“Please,” you gasp. “I’m so fucking close, Tae.”

Your head feels heavy on your neck now, and it takes all the strength you have to look at Taehyung when you feel the brush of his marble palm against your cheek. “I love you,” he murmurs, and then there’s an animal sound as his teeth tear a fresh gash into the other side of your neck.

Two cocks filling you, two tongues drinking you, your mind at the precipice of blacking out, the sweet pleasure-pain of ice and fire twisting all the way through your body: it’s all too much. Taehyung’s second bite sends you violently over the edge, and your vision goes black as you come with a strangled scream. White noise roars in your ears like TV static, and you feel the unmistakable throb of two loads filling you up simultaneously as your cunt pulses in an endless, overwhelming orgasm.

A voice somewhere in the back of your mind asks if these might be your final moments alive, if this shaky inhale you can barely take is the last breath you’ll ever breathe, and then the world goes dark as you lose consciousness entirely.

~*~

You wake up with a deep gasp, like coming up for air.

You’ve been laid flat on your back on the bed, and you sit up so fast your head spins, making it momentarily impossible to focus on anything. You squeeze your eyes shut again, trying to steady yourself.

“Oh thank god,” Taehyung’s worried voice comes from your right side, and you feel both of his hands close over yours. “I was just about to call Seokjin. Do you still want me to?”

The thought of having to explain any of this to Taehyung’s adoptive father makes your face burn with embarrassment.

“No, no, Tae,” you manage to croak. “I’m fine, seriously. Don’t call him.”

“You’re lucky,” you hear Jungkook scoff from your left. “I had about five more seconds left of you playing dead before I was going to tear vampy here to shreds. Guess there’s always next time.”

You wrench your eyes open in disbelief to find Taehyung and Jungkook staring at you, brows creased with worry.

“N-next time?”

“Do you still want that, jagiya?” Taehyung asks softly, and you have to swallow down the urge to cry. “You still want both of us?”

“More than anything,” you choke out, eyes darting between the two of them, trying to take them both in at once. “I-I’m sorry I pushed myself too hard, but please, I still need–”

“It’s okay,” Taehyung interrupts you. “We clearly all got caught up in the moment. I’m just glad you’re okay. And now we know better, for… next time.”

You still can’t believe what you’re hearing, and you turn to look at Jungkook, trying to make sense of it.

Jungkook just shrugs. “Neither of us have ever felt anything close to what we felt tonight. I mean, it was insane. And we both love you, that much is obvious. So as long as you’re still breathing, I guess we’re gonna have to learn to play nice.”

Taehyung laughs darkly as your jaw drops open. “It’s true, jagiya. I never would’ve believed it before tonight. But, despite all odds, it would seem we’ve found a way to… compromise.”

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That Night Was Different

paring: richclubowner!Jungkook x lonely reader

genre: one night stand au smut

summary: looking for excitement you unexpectedly found someone who gave you everything you had wished for.

warnings: smut, n*pple play, coochie eating, praising kink.

This month was no doubt one of the most difficult for you. You maintained a stable position in retail that provided you with a satisfactory income, just enough for taking care of your bills. Unfortunately, it was announced to you that due to some financial struggles, the company had to let some employees go, including you. As a strong and resilient woman, however, you refused to give up and started looking for other jobs. But no luck seemed to be on your side, and to make matters worse, your landlord raised the rent. So, overwhelmed by all the stress, you decided to head to a young upscale club called "Dionysus." in Central Seoul, South Korea. To have some drinks to forget all your worries for a while. You've been coming here everyday for a month. The same night every night.

On a cold Saturday night you were sitting alone at the bar. "Alone yet again." Y/n muttered under her breath to herself. Being an introvert for so long has had its benefits but right now you were met with the down sides. In such an uplifted environment you couldn't help but feel drained. You didn't know why but you suddenly didn't want to be there anymore. Your eyes advert to the sixth shot glass you ordered and just been placed in front of you. For a moment you only stare at the alcohol. "You'll be the death of me." You say before gulping the bitter substance down your throat. It burns your esophagus and makes a quick disgusted face before slamming it down on the rough wooden table.

Your eyes gleam with wonder as you observe the recently developed nightclub. With its large dance floor shining brightly in neon lights and illuminated by spotlights and a shimmering disco ball, the atmosphere practically oozes excitement. All around, drunken and flushed bodies move along to the beat of the thumping music; jumping and swaying in a joyous and carefree manner. You can't help but smile along with them. The vibrant, pounding sound resonates within your body, making your heart beat faster. You don't know what it is, but a sudden urge compels you to take a leap of faith and join the others on the dance floor, letting the infectious music guide your body.

The rhythm of the song shifted into a captivating, slow melody. Deliberately, you began to move with a seductive grace, allowing your hips and legs to sway freely, independent of any outside influence. Your arms glided slowly down your body, accentuating every curve. Suddenly, you could feel the presence of another body behind you. His hands lightly gripped your waist, subtly indicating his presence without interrupting your movements. In perfect synchronization, his hips matched your pace, creating an unspoken harmony. Your gaze was drawn to his muscular arms, belonging to a handsome man with an olive complexion. He pulled you closer, intensifying the connection, inviting you to feel his undeniable presence. Maintaining a steady rhythm, you bit your lip, longing for increased tension. His hands on your hips guided you as he turned you to face him.

It was like a fantasy come to life, as you gazed upon this breathtaking man. With long, black locks framing his chiseled features and captivating doe-shaped eyes, he exuded an aura of charm and allure. His tight-fitting shirt showcased his sculpted chest, the muscles beneath emphasizing his strength. Utterly captivated by him, you were unable to look away. Sensing your reaction, he smirked, radiating confidence. His right hand glided from your hip, up along your side, until it reached the nape of your neck, holding you gently but with purpose. Leaning close, he whispered in your ear, "Come with me to my table."

Before you can even consider, your involuntary movements had agreed for you. You nodded your head, following closely behind him amidst the sweltering crowd of flushed bodies on the dance floor. The sensation of being amidst the flurry of the dance floor was something you had suddenly yearned for. The anticipation of what the night would bring fueled your excitement. A magnificent gold and velvet stanchion rope stood as a barrier at the entrance of the elevated section. Swiftly, the security personnel removed the rope, granting you both access. As you stepped into the new setting, you felt a sense of liberation. The section was occupied by individuals most likely of a similar age. Their closed and self-assured expressions hinted at their elevated status. You felt out of place amidst them. Jungkook found an unoccupied seat on the lounge chair and graciously offered it to you. In a relaxed posture, he placed one arm on the headrest of the couch while the other remained nestled in the space between his spread legs.

You settled down beside him, avoiding eye contact. In fact, you instinctively stiffened your posture on the couch as you sensed his piercing gaze. There was a slight eerie silence between you. "May I get you a drink, my dear?" he smoothly inquired, his gaze filled with thoughtfulness. "Pleasure meeting you I'm Jeon Jungkook." He removes his hand from between his hand and offers it to you. You take it. "Y/n." You say with a charming smile. "Y/n..." He holds your hand and kisses the back of your hand. "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman." The intensity in his eyes was undeniable. "I see something exceptional in you," he replied in a suave, charismatic tone. "To the extent that I believe you are the most stunning being I have laid eyes on in a considerable time." "Don't I feel like a rare gem amongst the ordinary?" you chuckled, amused by your own remark. "How do you justify deeming me special?" He smirked and playfully winked at you. "You are more than just a rare gem, my dear. You are the brightest star illuminating the entire night sky; your radiance is so captivating that it becomes impossible to look away. You are a true masterpiece."

Unimpressed you chucked, "Is this how you're gonna win me over?" Y/n scoffed shaking his head at the lame small talk. He smiles confidently in response. "I'm going to treat you to every wish of yours and to everything you could ever want. I want to show you the time of your life." He gives you another confident smirk. So you're a genie?" You sarcastically asked.

He chuckles confidently, not deterred by your sarcastic tone. "If I am, what wish would you make if I could grant it?" He asks as he leans forward slightly, his eyes twinkling with interest. She backs up a bit at his closer contact but remains quiet. "Oh come on, love," he says mischievously, giving your arm a squeeze. "Let me win you over." He smiles at you. "I know you like me already. So let me prove to you that I'm serious." "Oh. Such rumors don't exist." You turn looking away. He chuckles. "Oh you don't?" Jungkook asks with a sly smirk. "I know you're playing hard to get." His demeanor becomes confident once more. "You're playing this little game of cat and mouse as if I don't know exactly what you're trying to do." He gives you a playful wink to show that he knows you're playing along with him. "Let me be your man i know I can treat you like a princess. Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you." She gets up all close and personal to his beautiful face, "You know what I want." He looks at her with a mystery to her answer. "A night where I can have blissful fun and forget about my life, just for one night. I wish for the best night of my life."

He looked at her with a sad expression for a moment, a pause before answering. "I've been watching you for a while, y/n, I watch you come into my club every night for the past month. At the same time every night. I don't want you alone in your hard times." You stopped talking and just listened to him. He twists lip ring before continuing, "I'll give you an offer." You immediately shake your head. "Oh I'm not like that. No Thank you, sir."

You get up to leave but he pulls you back down. "Before I can tell you, Let me give me your wish, y/n." Y/n thinks for a moment. Wondering if this is the right thing to do? Who knows what she is getting herself into. Jungkook smirks at the kiss that you place on his hand. "I told you I'd make you feel something," he purrs. "This is just the beginning, love; I plan to show you many nights like these." He gives you a flirtatious wink and holds you closely against him. "Follow me," he says as he leans in close before pulling away. He motions with his hands to follow him and begins to walk out the door, motioning for you to follow him with his hand. Jungkook leads you from the bar and into what appears to be a private suit in his club guarded by security his best men. Before coming to a halt. The security grants him and you access. He unlocks the door with a key. Opening it to a grand suite. You are awfully impressed. "Close your eyes," he commands. "Trust me. You'll love what I have in store for you."

You close your eyes with hands unsure of this was safe. He doesn't waste time before he's kissing you sensually, licking your bottom lip asking for entrance. You open your mouth his tongue swirls around yours and fights for dominance as you let him have it. Spending some time making out, getting to know each other with your mouths he begins to kiss down your neck leaving open mouth kisses down your neck behind your ears occasionally nipping at it. He rips your dress and your bra and attacks your left boob. Sucking on your nipple and palming the other one in his other hand. “Hmm? You like this don't you?" His tongue begins to swirl around the nipple. You bite your lip and you have to force your eyes to look at the ceiling. Jungkook’s inked hand reaches down your lower back. His subtle touches leave a trail of shivers, until his pads brush over the slope of your ass. He squeezes your cheek, firm fingers kneading into your skin.

Leaving you breathless Jungkook's hand graze the sides of your body. As you continue kissing, Jungkook’s hands creep bare body up your thighs until your panties are revealed. His hands press further toward your inner thighs, and you gasp into the kiss when his thumb pushes against the seat of your underwear.They have been damp for a while now and you know he knows this, so you aren’t surprised when he breaks the kiss to smirk. With hon many times you see him smirk tonight it makes you want to punch him. "All for me?" He chuckles before removing your panties. He pushes you to the nearest wall and begins playing with your pussy. He spreads your wetness with his finger. Your hand on Jungkook's shoulder squeezing it when he brushes past your clit. His finger dwells there, putting pressure on your swollen clit. Then Jungkook’s hand is reaching for you again. He brushes a finger over your hole, and your body twitches from the sensitivity. He slides that finger through the wetness and then uses the lubrication to push only the tip of his finger in. he dips it in and out, teasing the nerves at your entrance. Your hips impulsively start to rock, a shaky whimper rolls past your mouth.

Then quickly transitions to his tongue is on your pussy. Using both his spread your cheeks open for better access. His tongue dives between your folds, inciting breathless whimpers from you. His head nudges your entrance. You inhale sharply ready for him inside you. He pulls out his cock out of pants and sdjust the tip to your entrance. Brushing the tip against your quivering hole. Jungkook pushes his cock inside "You can take it.” Jungkook’s hand finds your tit, firmly palming the smooth flesh. “You’re gonna take my cock like the good girl you are, right?” You only cry out in pleasure. He continues to thrusts deeply in you. “Damn, you feel so fucking amazing,” he grunts, a harshness surrounds his tone. Jungkook loses himself. He finds his rhythm and thrusts inside your pussy with sharp motions. “So fucking pretty.” A hand travels over your ass to your spine and back. “The prettiest girl,” he rasps. A smack on your butt was given. The pain leaving your walls clenching around his thick cock. He grops your breasts as you both reach your climax. Collapsing in your shoulder. He whimpers in your ear.

a/n: alot of mistakes and im not sure if i like it too much so i will be editing it alot tmrw but enjoy fkr now

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[bangtaninborderland]

Okay anyone have any member ship fic recommendations like this?

Literally begging for a dominant mafia taehyung x bratty but submissive Jungkook recommendation.

Im really looking for a good series!!

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[vlovers]

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[azovyon]

"I know what else that entails," he sighed heavily. Before I could blink there was a gentle pressure on my forearm, the vampire tracing my tattoos in intrigue. "Symphonies have turned to screeches. The food loses its taste once it hits your tongue. Your fellow humans have become husks like you. It's the only way you can perceive them now. An artist who's lost his eye...”

His words cut deeper than his fangs. He leaned in ever so slightly, his chilled aura freezing all motion.

"Did you still feel that emptiness when I had you in my arms?"

#taekook #taekook au #taekook art #taekook fanart #taekook fic #vkook #vkook au #vkook art #vkook fanart #vkook fic #digital artist #artists on tumblr #my art #rottura acromatico

[flevrry]

yoongi: living has always been a large part of my life. i was born at an incredibly young age, and ever since then, i have been alive.

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[gimmethatagustd]

keep singing this lie (2) | kth + jjk

Black Swan, an up-and-coming alternative metal rock band, is going on their first official tour. Jungkook looks forward to proving himself in a cutthroat industry; Taehyung looks forward to the groupies. Neither of them expects to find the comfort their hearts truly desire in one another.

↳ pairing: drummer!taehyung x singer!jungkook

↳ rating/genre: BTS | 18+ | rock band au | bandmates to lovers | secret relationship | smut | angst | fluff

↳ wc/date: 7.5k | may 2023

↳ warnings: implied alcoholism | implied abusive childhood | vaping | pornography | alcohol | mentions toxic masculinity in rock music | sexual activity while drunk (consensual): mutual masturbation & tae gets a handjob from a female oc that lasts all but like 2 seconds before it's quickly interrupted

↳ notes: i hope you enjoy tonight's episode of Taehyung Does Mental Gymnastics To Deny That He's Experiencing Bisexual Panic. i didn't thoroughly edit this so if you see anything that doesn't make sense, no you didn't

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On their second travel day, Seokjin announces that he has a surprise for the band. Rather inconveniently, he does so while half the band is asleep.

Jimin is curled up on the elevated cot bed in the back of the van, his lips puckered into the beak Jungkook loves to tease him over. The music Taehyung is playing is loud enough to drown out any sound Jimin might be making, but Taehyung is sure his bandmate is lightly snoring. 

To his right, Jungkook is slumped in his seat. Yet, even in such an uncomfortable position, the man’s face is smooth and serene as he slumbers.

Taehyung fights the urge to run his knuckles along the curve of his cheekbone and tries not to think about why he wanted to do it in the first place. 

“What’s the surprise?” 

He peers at Seokjin through the rearview mirror. He has one hand gripping the steering wheel, and the other is hanging out of the open window. The wind fluffs up his hair, and the midday heat feels good on his tan skin. 

“It’s a surprise. How could I tell you?” Seokjin rests on his stomach beside the still-sleeping Jimin on the cot. 

“With your words.” 

The eldest lets out a snort. “Smartass.” 

“Hyungggg!” 

He doesn’t mean for the whine to be so loud that it wakes Jungkook up. With furrowed eyebrows and a mean pout, Jungkook blinks his eyes open enough to squint at the highway blurring past them. 

“Tae?” Jungkook turns his head to the side and gives Taehyung an adorably-grumpy face. 

“‘M sorry, Koo,” Taehyung apologizes. The look he gives him is soft, the feeling in his chest when he watches Jungkook stretch his arms rivaling the heat from the sun on his skin. 

Nothing, however, can rival the brilliance of the smile Jungkook gifts to Taehyung. The younger man opens his mouth to speak, but Seokjin cuts in. 

“I have a surprise!” He announces for the second time. The enthusiasm makes Jimin stir, though Taehyung knows it’ll take much longer for Jimin to become fully cognizant of what’s going on. 

Like Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook eventually perk up with curiosity, begging Seokjin to reveal the secret. 

“It won’t be a surprise if I tell you,” Seokjin points out with a roll of his eyes, but Taehyung catches through the rearview mirror how the corners of Seokjin’s mouth twitch upward.

The van fills with cries for Seokjin to relent as Taehyung turns off the highway to eventually stop at a lone gas station. He always gets a bit nervous stopping in the middle of nowhere, even though they’re all healthy adult men who have their wits about them and can take care of themselves. The protectiveness Taehyung has over the other men is something he can’t shake. 

Jimin and Seokjin continue bickering in the back while Taehyung and Jungkook step out of the van. 

His feeling of being on edge may make Taehyung overanalyze the way Jungkook fidgets as he stands beside Taehyung. His big eyes flit from the gas pump to the store. At his sides, his fingers twitch, and he clenches his fists before shoving them into his pockets. 

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” he announces suddenly. He doesn’t look at Taehyung and keeps his eyes on the store. 

“Yeah, sure.” 

“Cool, cool.” 

Taehyung chews his bottom lip and watches Jungkook disappear into the convenience store. There’s literally nothing weird about Jungkook needing to go to the bathroom after sitting in a van for hours, so why does Taehyung feel like his throat is being squeezed shut? 

With a sigh, Taehyung turns towards the gas pump.

It isn’t that he’s not excited; he’s sure whatever their leader has planned will be entertaining for all of them. However, Taehyung isn’t the type to show enthusiasm and appreciation like Jimin and Jungkook. They all know this about him. They understand that banter and elbows to the ribs are his way of expressing affection. 

Seokjin is a bit more like him, Taehyung thinks as he slides his credit card into the gas pump. Their leader is the oldest, in his late twenties, and the most mature despite the goofiness Jimin and Jungkook tend to coax out of him. 

Jimin and Jungkook, though… They’re soft. Sure, Jimin is the same age as him, and Jungkook is a few years younger — turning twenty-three this year. But, even though he’s not much older, Taehyung worries about the two of them. In their industry, soft men get eaten alive.

Sometimes, Taehyung feels like talent can only get you so far. 

Shaking his head, Taehyung selects the cheapest gas option and lets his eyes wander the station while he waits for the tank to fill up.

There’s a Spine Breaker Festival flyer taped to the gas pump. The headliners’ names are big and bold, but Taehyung’s eyes skip down about midway to find “Black Swan” listed among the other smaller bands. He knows where to look to find their name; he has a stack of the same flyer on his coffee table at home. There’s no telling how often his eyes skimmed the glossy print, rereading the band’s name repeatedly. It’s different to see one out in public, though, hundreds of miles from his apartment. The ones at home are as crisp as when they were first printed. This one is sunbleached, and the corners are curling from the wind’s violent attempts to rip it down. 

Taehyung leans his butt on the van and crosses his arms against his chest. He wonders who put up the sign. It has clearly been there for a long time. 

The gas nozzle clicks a few times, and the numbers on the screen still. Gas is cheaper out here, away from the big city. The rest of the guys complain about the farmland and small towns they pass through on their tour route to each city. Taehyung likes the simplicity of it all, though. It reminds him of his childhood. If he sifts through the memories of vicious insults and bruised skin, he can remember tumbling down grassy hills and going strawberry picking with a certain boy with puffy cheeks and crescent eyes. 

The same boy throws himself onto Taehyung’s back, his arms wrapping around his neck so tightly that he starts to choke. 

“Ji-” 

Taehyung gasps when his friend’s hold tightens. He tries to pull Jimin’s forearm away from his throat, but the smaller man leans further into him, nearly forcing Taehyung wholly bent over. 

“TaeTae, tell Seokjinnie hyung that I deserve a snack for driving so much today.” 

Seokjin makes a noise that sounds like a cat hissing. He’s got half his body hanging out of the side of the van while he searches for something in the back. 

“Good God, Jimin, you’re choking the man to death.” 

Jimin releases Taehyung to pull the gas nozzle from the van and return it to the pump. The receipt nearly blows away before Jimin’s fingers snatch it up. Seokjin should be grateful that Jimin finished pumping gas; Taehyung typically forgets receipts. Seokjin would have skinned him alive for fucking up the detailed expense reports the older man has planned. As the band leader, Seokjin acts as their manager and accountant, in addition to being the bassist. Missing receipts are justification for execution. 

“What kinda snack do you want?” Taehyung twists around to protect himself from a potential second attack. There aren’t any cars at the other gas pumps and no people to see him, but Taehyung feels tense regardless. 

“Chocolate, please,” Jimin says while fluttering his eyelashes. As if he actually needs to charm Taehyung into doing anything for him. Not to be dramatic, but Taehyung would die for all three of them. No hesitation. “And can you get Jungkookie? He’s been in there way too long.” 

“Probably spending our entire budget on energy drinks. Those things are gonna make his heart give out one of these days…” Seokjin grumbles. 

Surprisingly, Jungkook isn’t perusing the gas station’s energy drink offerings. Instead, Taehyung finds him with the cashier, pointing at the disposable vapes behind the counter. 

Snatching a few chocolate bars from a shelf, Taehyung stands beside Jungkook at the counter. 

“What are you doing?” 

Jungkook nearly drops the pink device grasped in his tattooed hand. “Shit, hyung, where did you come from?” 

“I thought you stopped vaping?” 

Jungkook presses his tongue into the inside of his cheek. Taehyung doesn’t know why he wants to push him. He knows he should back off, but he can’t. 

“I’m an adult, hyung. I can do what I want.” 

“But you said—” 

“You said you’d stop drinking so much, didn’t you?” The look in Jungkook’s eyes is deadly. His expression is sharp and unrelenting, different from his usual soft, starry eyes. 

Taehyung did say that. He had to. It got real bad, that time, not quite a year ago. Honestly, he can barely remember anything from that night — except for how Jungkook looked with tears streaking his face and both fists twisted into the front of Taehyung’s shirt to hold him up in the bathroom of their hotel room. Taehyung can’t even remember which city they were in. 

Jungkook hadn’t given him any details the following day, and Taehyung had refused to ask.   

He’s not sure if Jungkook expects a response. Quite frankly, Taehyung doesn’t have one for him. So he swallows the lump in his throat and watches Jungkook pluck the chocolate bars from his hands. He buys them, along with two strawberry-flavored vapes. 

Jungkook is tired, Taehyung tells himself as he follows the younger man to the van. They’re all tired. It’s fine. 

Jungkook stuffs the vapes in his pockets before their bandmates can see and hands over the snacks to Jimin. 

“Jungkookie!” Jimin squeals with the chocolate bars pressed against his chest as he clambers back onto the cot. “Thank youuuu.” 

With a small smile, Jungkook slips into the passenger seat even though it’s his turn to lie down in the back with Taehyung. 

Seokjin leans across Jungkook to call out from the van, “Taehyung? You coming?” 

“Mhm.” 

Jungkook refuses to meet Taehyung’s gaze as Taehyung climbs into the back of the van and perches on the edge of the cot beside Jimin. He leans back to rest his shoulders against the wall of the van. 

He feels sick.

It’s fine. 

“Taehyungie?” 

Jimin crawls over to kneel on the cot beside him. Concern is hastily scribbled across his face, but Taehyung doesn’t know what he’s doing to make Jimin look like that. All he can do is stare at his best friend with as blank a face as he can muster because it’s too difficult to figure out what’s wrong. 

“Jimin-ah…” Despite two days of travel, Taehyung’s throat is still sore, and his voice comes out raspier than usual. Suddenly, he feels so unbelievably exhausted. 

His friend gives him a look, his expression softening as he lingers on Taehyung’s face. Then, with a small sigh, he opens his arms. “C’mere, baby.” 

Jimin molds against his side with his arms wrapped around his waist and his legs thrown over Taehyung's. There’s no one here to judge him for cuddling with his best friend. No one to question or degrade his masculinity, his self-worth. Nothing to feel embarrassed about in front of others. No way to give the wrong impression if the only people here are those who understand him — better than Taehyung understands himself, he’s starting to realize. 

Taehyung turns his head to the side to rub his cheek against Jimin’s messy blonde hair. The back of the van is shaded, and Jimin’s body is warm. He finds himself falling asleep rather quickly. 

When Taehyung wakes up, he doesn’t remember what he thought he should say. 

By now, dusk is approaching. The sky is a delicious swirl of creamsicle-orange and cotton candy-pink, acting as a backdrop for wispy white clouds smeared across the atmosphere. Taehyung peers at it through the window, only realizing he’s alone in the van when he spots his bandmates standing outside. 

Ducking out of the van, Taehyung stretches his arms and blinks a few times to help his eyes adjust to the light. It is then that the scenery clicks inside his head. 

“Surprise,” Seokjin murmurs against Taehyung’s ear. He digs his fingers into both of his shoulders, massaging away the tension Taehyung carries in the muscles there. “Hope you like it.” 

For as far as Taehyung can see, there are sunflowers. Giant, stocky sunflowers stand taller than he does and gently sway in the light breeze that ruffles Taehyung’s wavy hair. Their yellow and gold faces are open and twisted toward the sun. 

Turning from side to side, Taehyung sees that the sea of sunflowers travels down the length of the highway, where the van is parked off to the side. 

“A sunflower farm?” 

Seokjin flashes his younger friend a grin. 

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Jimin practically buzzes beside Taehyung. He wiggles his lithe body as he retrieves his phone from his back pocket. “It reminds me of Daegu, Taehyungie!” 

Taehyung sees Seokjin’s eyebrows raise, likely in confusion, but Jimin is already bounding toward the entrance of what appears to be a small trail that travels through the field of flowers. He doesn’t have the energy to explain what Jimin means; the memories of his hometown and country make his stomach twist into something grotesque enough that Taehyung prefers to avoid it. 

So instead, he pulls out his phone, too, though he doesn’t follow Jimin toward the trail. 

“It’s so pretty! Oh my god, we have to make a TikTok!” 

Seokjin grins as Jimin sprints back, only to snatch his hand with a squeal and drag him toward the trail. 

As the band’s social media guru, Jimin takes his responsibility of curating flawless content for their various social media platforms very seriously. It’s a blessing, considering the other three bandmates are shit at using their socials. 

Lifting his phone, Taehyung captures a few photos of the flowers. The photos don’t do the farm justice, but taking a photo is less about creating something pretty and more about preserving the way Taehyung feels. Everyone knows you shouldn’t take pictures facing the sun, but Taehyung likes the warmth it captures. The same feeling bubbles up in his chest as he watches Jimin and Seokjin disappear into the flowers and listens to their laughter echo through the otherwise silent evening. 

Moments like these make Taehyung feel like he’s someone other than himself, maybe a main character in a movie about self-discovery and adventure. It’s poetic and pretty and gentle — everything Taehyung isn’t. 

The scrawny poor kid from the outskirts of Daegu, who barely knew any English when he followed Jimin to the United States, that kid would have never imagined that he’d one day stare into a field of sunflowers and feel like something important is happening to him. Like this moment means something. Like he needs to squeeze it in his fists and hold it against his chest for fear of letting it slip away. 

It makes him feel nostalgic for some reason. 

“The view is better from up here.” 

Taehyung spins around and lifts his head to see Jungkook’s face peek out from the van's roof. The younger man nods upward, indicating that Taehyung should come up, too. 

It feels like progress when Jungkook scoots out of the way to give Taehyung room to haul himself onto the roof. They sit with their legs crossed like pretzels and stare into the swaying sea of yellow and green. Silence doesn’t feel so scary when the sky is darkening, and nature’s soft lullaby calms the racing of Taehyung’s heart. He can almost ignore the unexplainable ache in his chest when Jungkook still doesn’t look at him. 

“I’m sorry.” 

Taehyung cocks his head to the side. “For?”

“Hyung.” Jungkook shoots Taehyung a glare. “You know.” 

He does know. Part of him wants to hear Jungkook say it, though. Another part of him wants to pretend it never even happened. 

“You’re good,” is what he chooses to say instead of the million other terrible things that he could. 

“I’m sorry I keep having to say sorry.” 

When Jungkook speaks, a stream of pale smoke rushes out of his nostrils. Taehyung hadn’t noticed the light pink vape clutched in his hand. 

Taehyung knows it’s not the worst vice in the world. It’s Jungkook’s only vice, in reality. The boy doesn’t drink much or do drugs aside from smoking the occasional blunt when Taehyung feels like sharing his weed. Taehyung is pretty sure in the years he’s known Jungkook, he has never had a casual hookup — or even a serious relationship, for that matter. 

So what does a little nicotine hurt? 

A lot, in Taehyung’s opinion, especially the singer’s voice. 

But Jungkook is right; Taehyung doesn’t have the right to judge him. If he really cared, he wouldn’t even smoke weed with the younger man. Taehyung refuses to even address his own… shotty relationship with alcohol, as Jungkook loves to point out. In the end, Taehyung is a giant fucking hypocrite. So what is his problem? Why does he give a shit about something so insignificant? 

“Are you ready for tomorrow?” Jungkook asks, changing the subject before Taehyung can say anything else. 

It’s a welcomed change, however. Taehyung leans back on his hands as he stares out at the sunflower farm. The van's roof is warm against his skin, but not uncomfortably so. 

“I got a feeling this one’s gonna be real fucking hyped. The venue sold out. Did Jinnie hyung tell you?” 

Jungkook nods, and when their gazes meet, Taehyung can see the golden sunset reflecting in his eyes. 

“Our first sold-out show that’s just us, no big headliner,” he says with a wispy look that makes Taehyung’s heart constrict. 

It doesn’t matter that the venue is small compared to the venues the guys dream of performing at one day. Taehyung wants to tell Jungkook that it’s all him. Sure, the rest of them fortify the band, but ultimately, Jungkook is the glue holding them together. Without Jungkook, there would be no Black Swan. 

Without Black Swan, he isn’t sure if there would be a Taehyung, and there certainly wouldn’t be a V. 

“Gonna wear your lucky underwear?” 

Jungkook inhales sharply, loud enough for Taehyung to hear the air get caught in his throat. Then, the younger man lands a nearly fatal blow to Taehyung’s arm. Two lighter taps and the skin on his arm blooms bright pink. 

“Shut the fuck up, hyung!” Jungkook complains. “I don’t have lucky underwear.” 

“Maybe not anymore,” Taehyung points out with a wicked grin. Another slap has Taehyung scooting away from further danger. 

“I’m going to kill you.”

Taehyung sticks his tongue out. “You love me.”

His eyes are squeezed shut once his expression morphs into a pout, so he misses how Jungkook’s face softens when he says, “You’re right, I do.”  

“Please fuck me, please. Or at least let me suck your cock.” 

The words send a shiver down Taehyung’s spine. Lips brush over his earlobe, and he feels the tip of a tongue flick his hoop piercing. When a hand cups his growing erection through his jeans, he automatically bucks his hips into the pressure. 

“Can’t, shit, can’t bring you back,” Taehyung groans, but the girl doesn’t let up. Instead, she pops open the button on Taehyung’s jeans and swiftly unzips them. It’s a relief not to have so much pressure on his dick anymore, but they’re headed down a path Taehyung needs to avoid.  

“Just let me suck it?” The girl whines. 

Should he let her suck his dick?

Taehyung contemplates it while her hand slips beneath his briefs. Handjobs aren’t his favorite thing in the world, especially a rough, dry one like this, but he’s drunk enough that it feels better than it would if he was sober. They’re not in the most glamorous location, not that Taehyung is picky about where he gets his blowjobs. The alley behind the nightclub where their afterparty is being held isn’t as creepy or dirty as it could be. 

But Taehyung is so fucking tired. His arms feel like jelly from their nearly two-hour-long performance. It doesn’t help that he has had very little water, going straight for hard liquor once they arrived at the nightclub. 

He’s sure he smells like a gross mixture of sweat and alcohol, but the girl is running her tongue up the length of his throat as though he tastes like candy. 

Eh, maybe a back alleyway blowjob wouldn’t be too bad. To be perfectly honest, Taehyung has had a boner for a painfully long time. Performing on stage often gets him riled up, especially if they’re drinking while they’re up there - which they usually are. At least, he and Jimin do. Intoxication, paired with the typical adrenaline and masculine aggression that comes with banging away at his drum set while fans scream their names, is enough to make Taehyung’s head foggy with a different kind of energy. It’s pent-up energy he only knows of one way to get rid of. 

However, the blowjob decision is made for him when he hears someone call his name. 

“Kim Taehyung, what the fuck are you doing?” 

With a groan, Taehyung lets his head fall back against the brick wall of the nightclub and closes his eyes. The hand on his dick disappears, as does the warmth of the girl’s body as she takes a step away from him. He listens to Seokjin shoo the girl away and rolls his eyes despite them still being closed when he hears the girl whine and complain about being rejected. 

“Put your dick away.” 

Taehyung opens his eyes enough to squint at his friend before dropping his gaze down as he makes himself look presentable. Well, as presentable as he can look. 

“What do you want?” 

Seokjin grabs Taehyung by the bicep and drags him through the backdoor. “Apparently, I’m on babysitting duty tonight, and you haven’t had any water since before the show.” 

Taehyung flinches, jerking his arm out of Seokjin’s grasp once they reach the bar. “I don’t gotta be babysat.” 

“Yes, you do. Now sit the fuck down.” Seokjin calls the bartender over with a slam of his palm on the counter. “Do not let him order anything but water, got it?” 

The bartender gives Seokjin a once-over before likely deciding that any argument isn’t worth it. She gives Seokjin a stiff nod before turning her attention to her less confrontational patrons. The older man knows how to be intimidating when he needs to be. Even if he’s wearing khakis and an acid-wash blue jean jacket. 

Still, it’s not intimidating enough for Taehyung to stay put. 

The moment Seokjin ventures back into the sea of dancing bodies to locate the rest of Black Swan, Taehyung decides to dip out. If he can’t drink alcohol and he can’t get his dick sucked, there’s no reason for him to be at the afterparty. 

Jimin would disagree if he could hear Taehyung’s rather loud thoughts as the man takes an Uber back to their hotel. Jimin would argue that Taehyung could have spent the rest of the night dancing with his bandmates, his supposed best friends. Jimin would tell him that life isn’t all about falling into the bottom of a bottle and getting his dick wet. 

Taehyung knows all of this because Jimin has scolded him about it before. 

To: THE BOYS

fuck u guys. i'm giing back to the hotel

have fum withiut me

From: ChimChim

Fum 😌

From: Jungkookie

Fum 😌

From: Jinnie Hyung

Fum 😌

To: THE BOYS

FUCK YOU GUYS

He tells himself that he doesn’t give a fuck what the other guys think about him as he stomps his way through the hotel, practically kicking open his hotel room. He grumbles and complains to no one as he dramatically kicks his sneakers into the air and strips off his leather pants and muscle tee, sending them flying. He ends up leaving a trail of dirty clothes from the doorway into the bathroom. All of this is a problem for Sober Taehyung. Drunk Taehyung does not give a shit. 

If frustration could be physically manifested, it would be as thick as the steam that fogs up the bathroom as Taehyung tries to burn himself alive in the shower. He’s frustrated enough that he can’t even jack off properly. It’s like the energy buzzing inside him is vibrating so intensely that he can’t force it to congregate in one area. He wants to fucking combust all at once, wants to let it all out with his entire body. 

Taehyung had been right, though. The show had been hyped. A packed venue with fans who genuinely knew who they were, who sang along to all their songs, and who kept tabs on Jimin’s intentional hints on Twitter to figure out what nightclub they were going to after. 

Taehyung walked away from the show feeling good. More than good. Maybe it was stupid, but he felt powerful having people there for him. For them. 

So maybe that’s why he’s so fucking frustrated. Why is it that everyone else gets to have their fun, and Taehyung is restricted? 

Freshly showered and clothed in a clean t-shirt and briefs, Taehyung flops onto the queen-sized bed and tries not to glare at the ceiling. He doesn’t even feel drunk anymore; he is just annoyed. 

It takes him all but two seconds before he draws his laptop out of his backpack, tossing aside loose receipts and candy wrappers that fall out with it. He’s horny and has the hotel room alone for at least a few more hours judging by how early it was that Seokjin ruined all his fun. So Taehyung might as well fucking take advantage of the rare moment of privacy. That’s why he uses his laptop, rather than his phone, to pull up his favorite porn site. Bigger screen, and better speakers. He’s got the entire bed to himself so he can spread his legs and lean against the headboard with the laptop off to the side. 

Is it better than a back alleyway blowjob? No, unless the girl was the type to use teeth. And even then, Taehyung likes a little bit of danger sometimes. 

Still, this is better than nothing. 

Just as he presses play on the perfect video and starts thumbing at the head of his cock, he hears the unmistakable beep of a keycard opening the hotel room. 

“Taehyungie hyun- oh.” 

Jungkook stands frozen in the doorway. Only his eyes move, flitting up and down between Taehyung’s hand wrapped around his dick and his shocked expression. 

They stay that way, ogling at each other for longer than either is comfortable with. 

And then it’s like a flip is switched. Taehyung frantically rips his briefs back up his hips, stuffing his cock rather uncomfortably so it lies flat against his thigh, and springs forward to turn off the porn. At least he’s got his AirPods in. 

“I am so sor-”

“Hyung, I-” 

Taehyung slowly sits back down on the bed as Jungkook inches forward. His cheeks are flushed pink, likely from drinking, although Taehyung doubts he had that much. He has half of his hair tied up in a ponytail, and the rest hangs just above his shoulders in the shaggy wolfcut Taehyung hopes he keeps forever. 

“You go first,” Taehyung says, exhaling a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. 

Jungkook presses his knee into the bed and leans forward slightly. “Can I sit?” After a nod of approval from Taehyung, he sits beside him. Both men sit with their backs against the headboard. 

“I didn’t want you to be alone,” Jungkook says after a moment. “It didn’t seem fair that hyung made you leave.” 

Taehyung is too endeared to feel like correcting him. “It’s okay. I’m sorry you had to walk in on me beatin’ my meat.” 

“Ugh,” Jungkook groans. “Don’t fucking say it like that, hyung, please.” 

Jungkook brings his palm down to slap Taehyung. This time, rather than go for his arm, the position they’re sitting in makes it easier for Jungkook to smack the top of Taehyung’s thigh. It stings, but Jungkook has hit him with much more effort in the past. So it isn’t pain that makes Taehyung’s skin feel hot; instead, it’s that Jungkook doesn’t lift his hand. 

For a few beats, he keeps it there, palm pressed fully against Taehyung’s bare skin. When he finally pulls away, Taehyung swears he squeezes the muscle just the slightest amount before fully lifting up.  

“I’m still sorry,” Taehyung mutters, keeping his gaze on the warm spot on his leg. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Jungkook shrug. 

“I can just put my headphones in and turn on my side if you want.” 

Taehyung practically breaks his neck by quickly whipping his head to the side. “Huh?” 

“You know, if you wanted to keep going. I don’t want to ruin your night, but I can’t get in the other room, and I don’t really know where else I could go…”

Nothing about what Jungkook is saying makes any sense. It’s all words going through Taehyung’s ear and not being processed by the time they leave out the other side. A tiny voice inside his head tells him he can simply masturbate in the bathroom, but that voice feels lightyears away.

There’s another shrug from the younger man. “Or I could do it with you.” 

Taehyung’s heart manages to claw its way up into his throat. It hurts to swallow, a heavy lump blocking his airway and making breathing difficult. 

“You what?” 

Jungkook’s tongue pokes at his lip piercing while he sits in silence for an excruciatingly long time. Probably only two seconds max, but Taehyung feels like he’s clinging to his deathbed the entire time. 

“I could do it, too, if it makes you feel better. It’s not weird!” The words tumble out of Jungkook’s mouth so hurriedly that Taehyung almost can’t parcel them out into neat sentences. 

He takes a deep breath and begins again. “Masturbating is normal.” 

Taehyung snorts. “What is this? Are you about to give me ‘The Talk’ right now?” 

“Shut the fuck up, hyung,” Jungkook whines and Taehyung tries to ignore the flip his stomach does when he hears it. “All I’m saying is that we all get a lot of pent-up energy from the shows, and it’s stupid if we try to act like we don’t.” 

“Okay.” 

Jungkook’s eyebrows shoot up as though he didn’t expect Taehyung to agree, but he quickly drops the surprised expression before Taehyung can linger on it for too long. 

“Do you want some lube?” It feels all kinds of insane to hold the small bottle out like he’s asking Jungkook if he wants ketchup for his French fries. 

When Jungkook does nothing but stare, Taehyung slowly retracts his arm. “It’s just, uh, I like it really… wet… so I thought I’d ask… yeah.” 

“I’m okay. Thank you, though.” 

Suddenly eager to get this over with, Taehyung hits the space bar on his laptop to resume the video.

“Is this what you normally watch?” 

“I mean, I guess?” Taehyung dares to peek at Jungkook out of the corner of his eye. 

The younger man leans his back against the headboard. He looks calm, fingers interlaced against his stomach that rises and falls at a steady pace. Of course. This really isn’t that big of a deal. 

Taehyung has heard of circle jerks, although he always thought they were just a stupid thing guys joked about but didn’t actually do. Or maybe they did, but it was part of some college fraternity hazing tradition that Taehyung would never subject himself to. Even the idea of a threesome has always weirded him out. What is he supposed to do when the other guy nuts? Watch? No fucking way.

But this isn’t some random guy. It’s Jungkook. A man he has known for years, who he has spent literal months out of the year with on tour, all day, every day. He’s seen Jungkook cry to the point of having snot quite literally bubbling out of his nose. He has squatted in dingy nightclub bathroom stalls while Jungkook heaves into the toilet after one too many drinks. 

Boogers and puke are worse than cum, right? 

Taehyung runs a hand down his face and tries to breathe. 

“Hey, I’m just fucking with you, hyung.” Jungkook elbows him in the arm, and Taehyung realizes he missed something. 

“What?” 

“I said it’s shit porn. Just listen to this guy; he’s groaning like a dying animal.” 

“Sure? It’s not about the guy, though, so…” 

Jungkook scrunches his nose. “I guess.” 

“Are you gonna keep talking?” 

Jungkook rolls his eyes but clamps his lips shut.  

Taehyung places one AirPod into his ear and gives the other to Jungkook. It almost feels like they’re back in the van, sharing headphones to listen to music together. Except now, instead of listening to guitar riffs, it's high-pitch squeals and breathy moans.

The girl in the video is loud. Taehyung likes them loud, likes the way the screams shoot electricity right to his dick. With his eyes glued to the screen, it’s easy to get hard again (although he hadn’t ever entirely gone soft) as he watches how the girl’s pussy swallows the man’s cock and grips him tight every time he pulls back. She’s on her hands and knees, and it’s a POV video. Taehyung loves hitting it from the back.

The audio is pretty loud, but since it only filters through one ear, Taehyung picks up on a breathy voice that doesn’t belong to either person in the video. 

Reaching behind his head, Jungkook rips off his t-shirt in one go, tossing it into a corner of the room. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Hyung,” Jungkook groans. “It will… you know… get everywhere. I don’t want to get it on my shirt.” 

Taehyung’s cock visibly kicks up in his briefs, and he prays to the heavy-metal gods that Jungkook doesn’t notice. 

“Right.” 

Jungkook shimmies the waistband of his sweatpants down to his hips. It’s far enough for Taehyung to see the outline of his cock straining against his briefs. He watches Jungkook’s hand slip inside his briefs, and Taehyung stares again at the screen. 

“Right.” 

At first, it’s just the rustle of clothes and bedding that Taehyung hears from Jungkook’s side of the bed. He can see Jungkook from the corner of his eye, but he focuses so hard on the screen that he doesn’t see anything else. But then there is the unmistakable sound of skin rubbing against skin that makes Taehyung’s entire body grow hot. Even hotter when the sound of skin turns wet, and Taehyung can’t make his brain shut up when a little sing-song voice announces that curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. 

Taehyung draws his bottom lip into his teeth and internally screams that this is fucking weird. Yet he still slowly tilts his head to catch a glimpse.

Jungkook has a great cock. It’s perfectly straight compared to the slight bend of Taehyung’s. The veins are prominent, but there aren’t so many that it looks gross or intimidating. His skin looks velvety smooth, the slightly darker tip glistening with precum. Just the right girth and length to be proud of, in Taehyung’s opinion. 

In short, it looks porn-worthy. The perfect cock for a rockstar. 

Taehyung wants to slap himself for thinking so, but it’s true. It comes as no surprise; what isn’t perfect about their maknae? 

Taehyung is bigger, though, which makes him want to do something stupid, like puff out his chest like some kind of alpha male. And that knowledge makes him feel more comfortable shoving his briefs down to let his own cock free from its confines. 

What the fuck is Taehyung’s brain going on about?

Realizing he’s been staring at his bandmate’s dick, Taehyung quickly shifts his gaze. However, the new view is worse because he meets Jungkook’s eyes and knows that Jungkook saw him watching. 

As if seeking to level out the playing field, Taehyung watches as Jungkook’s eyes drop. His gaze is heavy as he watches Taehyung’s fist glide up and down his cock. He should probably stop moving, but he doesn’t. Instead, he takes his time, first squeezing the head of his cock and rolling his palm against it as he likes to do. 

Jungkook’s tongue pulls his bottom lip into his mouth, and Taehyung’s cock twitches as more precum dribbles out of his slit. 

The girl in the video starts to scream. Both men return their eyes to Taehyung’s laptop to see the man start pummeling her. His hand wraps around her throat and squeezes hard enough for her scream to turn into pathetic whimpers. Taehyung feels like he’s getting all the air squeezed out of him, too. 

Jungkook comes first. 

Taehyung has never wondered what Jungkook sounds like when he comes. Obviously. But if he had ever wondered, he wouldn’t have expected his friend to whimper. The little “ah, ah, ah’s” that Jungkook exhales are so soft that a really sick part of Taehyung would find it cute. He can’t look away as Jungkook arches his back to toss his head against the wall, and cum shoots onto his bare abdomen. 

Taehyung gasps, his own orgasm hitting him so suddenly that he can’t react fast enough to lift up his shirt. He lets out a choked-out moan and can’t even be bothered to try to stay quiet because the orgasm rips through his body so violently he can’t open his eyes or regulate his breathing. His entire body goes rigid until his t-shirt is streaked white. 

His brain is fuzzy and throbs with each beat of his heart as he collapses against the pillows, his arms thrown out on either side. The veins are popping out of his left arm from the physical exertion. He’s sure Jungkook’s limbs are tired, too. 

“Fuck.” Jungkook reaches over with his clean hand to close out of the video.  

Taehyung hums in agreement, eyes fluttering closed. 

“That was…” Jungkook lets out a shaky breath. “That was good.”

Biting his bottom lip to hold in a grin, Taehyung cracks one eye open to peer at Jungkook. “Even though it was shit porn?” 

He forces himself not to watch Jungkook tuck his softening cock back into his underwear — though he does allow himself one or two glimpses. He focuses instead on the twinkle in Jungkook’s big, brown eyes and the way they roll at Taehyung’s stupid teasing. 

“Hyung,” Jungkook whines, and Taehyung is too tired to understand the way his stomach flutters. “Not the porn; it really is shit. I meant doing this with you.” 

Everything inside of Taehyung feels like it short circuits. He opens his mouth, lets it hang for a few seconds, then closes it again because he’s afraid the sound that will come out will be embarrassing since there’s nothing but white noise buzzing around inside his head. 

“With me?” He finally asks with a raspy voice. 

“Mhm.” Jungkook uses his pinky finger to brush strands of hair from his eyes. 

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” Jungkook admits after a few seconds of silence. He leans his head back and stares off into the room. “It’s hard pretending like I’m not lonely. Y’know?”

Taehyung nods slowly, even though he has no idea what Jungkook is talking about. 

Jungkook lets out a long sigh. “I’m not like you… I can’t, just, fuck someone. But hiding to go jack off alone in the bathroom every time I crave intimacy is really pathetic.” 

Taehyung’s gaze falls on Jungkook’s lip piercing. He watches the pink tip of his tongue wiggle it back and forth, watches him tongue the hole a few times. It’s hard to concentrate on what Jungkook is saying — even though Taehyung has a feeling this is something important that he really should be listening to — when all he can focus on is the way Jungkook’s bottom lip shines with spit. 

After such an intense orgasm, Taehyung’s body is all melted and gooey, but he suddenly shoots up when he feels arousal begin to build in the pit of his stomach. He doesn’t have some kind of supernaturally-short refractory period, but he swears he’s already starting to get hard again. 

“Hyung?” Jungkook’s eyebrows scrunch together. 

Taehyung waves him off as he quickly pulls his underwear up. He can feel his cheeks heating up, but he tells himself it’s the alcohol. 

“I get it. The bathroom thing,” Taehyung hurriedly admits, trying to put together a response that doesn’t give away the fact that he had been too focused on Jungkook’s face and not on his words. “I’m here for you, right? Whatever you need, whenever you need it. I got you, you know that. I got you.” 

He means it, even if he isn’t sure what Jungkook wants from him exactly. It doesn’t matter. Taehyung would give Jungkook the world; any of the guys, he would. 

When he finally meets Jungkook’s gaze again, the younger man wears a bright smirk on his face. 

“What?” Taehyung questions with a suspicious glare. He doesn’t like the idea of being made fun of after admitting such sentimental shit. “What do you want?” 

“It’s just, cute.” Jungkook giggles. The orange light of the bedside lamp makes his expression glow. 

“‘m not cute.” 

With a giggle that verges on a snort, Jungkook eases off the bed. “You’re saying these sweet things, and we’ve both got jizz all over us.” 

“Oh, fuck off,” Taehyung groans, flopping back against the pillows. 

Jungkook’s giggles ring through the room as he scours for his pajamas. Taehyung stares up at the ceiling and listens until the sound is muffled by the closing of the bathroom door. It isn’t until he hears the shower start that Taehyung finally pulls himself out of bed. 

Taking off his t-shirt is delicate work to ensure that no cum gets on his face or in his hair as he lifts it over his head. He turns the shirt inside out and balls it up before throwing it on the floor near his overnight bag. They’ll have to find a laundromat soon. 

Remaining shirtless, Taehyung flops onto his stomach on the bed. He keeps himself propped up on his elbows so he can scroll through the various social media apps that keep him glued to his phone out of boredom. 

He tells himself he’s just killing time while Jungkook showers. Obviously, it makes more sense to go to bed at the same time; that way, Jungkook isn’t disturbing him while he tries to fall asleep. He’s totally not replaying in his mind the image of Jungkook throwing his head back with his lips parted in the neediest, breathiest whimper Taehyhung has ever heard. 

Nah, he’s definitely not thinking about it. Nope. Not thinking about how Jungkook’s defined abs had looked painted white, shiny, and sticky. Nope. 

He’s definitely not getting hard again. Why would he be? Taehyung isn’t even attracted to men. He’s sure his imagination is just getting away from him because this is something new, something he’s never experienced before. He’s never seen another man in a sexual act in real life before. It’s just new, and his brain is latching onto it because of that. That’s all. 

It isn’t until Jungkook returns from his shower that Taehyung puts his phone away to charge. When Jungkook turns around to discard his dirty clothes, Taehyung adjusts his cock in his briefs and scrambles under the covers to hide the semi he’s sporting. 

He gives Jungkook an innocent smile when the younger shuffles toward the bed. 

“Time for bed?” 

Jungkook nods, slipping under the covers as Taehyung turns off the lamp. 

The bed creaks while Jungkook gets comfortable. Their arms brush against each other, and Jungkook purposefully — Taehyung thinks — tickles his fingers across his. It makes Taehyung turn onto his side to look at him, even though the darkness makes it difficult to see the details on his face. 

Jungkook lets out a long breath. “It’s not weird, right?” 

“Hmm?”

“What we just did. It’s not weird because we’re friends.” 

“Ah.” Taehyung lets silence overpower them for a few seconds. “I don’t think it’s weird,” he eventually mumbles his way through the lie that he’s not sure he believes himself. But, fuck, does he want to. “We’re friends.” 

“Yeah,” Jungkook says, though it’s more of a sigh than a real response. “We do everything together anyway.” 

“We do.” 

For the second time in three days, Taehyung falls asleep to the image of Jungkook’s pink lips. This time, the image is accompanied by sweet whimpers echoing in his ears. 

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Butterfly Tattoo Studio: Taehyung and Jungkook

pairing: apprentice!taehyung x piercer/tattoo artist!jungkook x f. reader x piercer!hoseok x jimin

genre: poly au, s2l, piercers/tattoo artists au, smut [18+]

wc: 8.1k

summary: Two weeks have come and gone as you step onto the front step of BTS. Unfortunately, you've come at a busy time and Hoseok can't see you as quickly as you'd like, but don't worry, Taehyung and Jungkook are more than glad to help.

warnings: cursing, tattooed and pierced!tae, hoseok, and jungkook, heavy use of petnames (doll, baby, babe, princess, sweetheart, etc), detailed descriptions of piercings, mention/use of needles and fear of needles, blood, sex at a workplace (tae's and jungkook's and hobi's), marking (hickeys, biting), hair pulling, oral sex (f. giving and receiving), fingering (f. receiving), multiple orgasms, threesome, voyeurism, bd!Taehyung, protected sex, slight manhandling, (idk if there's a spank in there but just in case), cum swallowing

date: June 4, 2022

Two weeks passed rather quickly and despite keeping in contact with Hoseok, the two of you hadn’t had a chance to see each other since your last appointment. 

Once again, nerves bubble in your stomach, coating every bit of you as you grab the doorknob, tugging at the hem of your yellow sundress. 

Music blared from the speakers when you walk in, drowning out the chime of the bells above your head. 

Jimin, however, has ears like Dolores from Encanto and looks up immediately, turning the music down. He perks up in his seat, shoving the man beside him off the desk. 

The man next to him huffs, glaring menacingly at Jimin before he notices you. 

“Oh,” he says simply, eyeing you up and down with a hunger you’ve only seen in Hoseok’s eyes. 

“Hi,” you chirp, biting your lip as the stranger’s eyes follow your movement, his tongue swiping along his bottom lip. 

Jimin is gazing at you from beneath his long lashes, mouth-watering and pants tightening at the sight of you. Ever since Hoseok had shared you with a kiss, you’ve been all he could think about. It was near torture having to listen to Hoseok go on and on about you and the sweet sounds he got you to make that night. 

“Hello! Welcome back,” Jimin grins, and your nerves instantly triple. How could you forget how gorgeous he was? 

“Thank you! I’m here to see Hoseok but I also wanted to get two more piercings, maybe,” you bite your lip nervously and Jimin can’t help but wish it was him who was biting and sucking on your bottom lip while his hands gripped handfuls of your ass. 

“You’re here for Hoseok?” You turn to the man beside Jimin, meeting his gaze for the first time. He’s gorgeous but you weren’t surprised after the few people you’ve come in contact with. However, he was a different type of pretty. While Jimin was soft and delicate, more angelic than anything else, this man screamed sin! His dark hair curled over the bandana he wore, and his black and white button-down was large over his frame but the sleeves were rolled up to show his toned defined arms. He appeared to be chewing gum but never once did you get a scent or sight of it. 

He was broad and tall and the slope of his nose was perfect for looking down at you in an almost pretentious way but then he smiled and all those thoughts left your head. His smile is soft and sweet and it makes him look so much younger. Even the tattoos on his arm appear to be of anime you recognize and watched as a child until you started reading manga instead. 

“Sorry, doll,” he gets your attention, still chewing on his gum. “Hoseok has a list of clients a mile long today.” 

You look to the waiting room and see at least six people waiting. You forget they always welcome walk-ins. 

“I’m sure I can squeeze you in before his next client,” Jimin says as he looks at his list for a moment. He ignores when the curly-haired man pokes him in the side. After a few more incessant pokes, Jimin huffs. He glares at the man and then gives you a friendly, flirty smile that has your heart fluttering. 

“Or Taehyung, here, can take you with him and Jungkook,” Jimin finally grits as he points to Taehyung. “Tae’s our apprentice and Jungkook is finishing up a tattoo, but he’s also one of our piercers.”

“You’re in good hands with me and Kookie, doll,” Taehyung licks his lips as he walks around the desk to stand near you. You can smell his cologne, a cedar scent with a hint of citrus, and it has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Fuck, you were a sucker for a good-smelling man. 

“Won’t Hoseok be upset?” You turn to ask Jimin, who’s leaning forward with his chin cradled in his hands. 

Jimin smirks. “Hoseok isn’t bothered by sharing with us. He’ll still see you after your piercings are done, and I’m sure he’d be glad if Tae got some new experience. Don’t worry, pretty, Hoseok isn’t unaccustomed to sharing. In fact, he enjoys it.”

You miss the look Taehyung and Jimin exchange as you nod. “Come with me, baby.”

Taehyung takes your hand in his, and you wonder if he can hear the way your heart is pounding against your chest. If he can, he doesn’t say anything as he leads you down the same hallway as last time, humming softly as he goes. 

When you arrive at a black door, he stops, poking his head in before turning back to you. 

“My studio is still under construction, so I use Jungkook’s. It’ll just be a second,” he assures you as he waits for Jungkook to finish up with his client. 

“Here we go!” Taehyung exclaims when the previous client walks out and you walk in guided by Tae. “Just have a seat in that chair, baby.”

You nod, swallowing thickly as you look around the room. Similar to Hoseok’s studio, there are pictures on the wall and certificates as well as licenses. There are a few piercing photos, a few amazing tattoo pieces, and sketches and near the giant desk pushed to the far wall. There’s bright art from every horror movie you grew up watching. 

Sitting at the desk in a black leather chair is the man you assume to be Jungkook. He’s got his broad back turned to you but you can still admire his physique and catch a glimpse of his full sleeve save for the wrist down. 

You hadn’t even seen his face yet but you could assume he was drop-dead gorgeous, as gorgeous as everyone else in the building. Licking your lips, you sit back as your knee jiggles up and down. You’re not sure why you’re this nervous again, you’d done fabulously with your last piercing and this should be a piece of cake. However, those thoughts do little to stifle your nerves. Oh well. 

“This is your next client,” Taehyung points to you, saying your name in a tone that leaves you breathless as you wave meekly to Jungkook when he turns around. His black cargo pants are right against his thighs as he spins in his chair, manspreading as he looks at you. 

Fuck, you think. Your eyes immediately focus on his combat boots and for a split second, you wanna ask him to step on you. 

Jungkook is even hotter than you thought! His onyx locks are long, reaching the collar of his shirt.  His hair is slightly messy, almost as if he’s been running his hand through it enough to keep it off his forehead and some of it falls over his right eye. You can see the shine of an eyebrow piercing beneath his fringe and you’re immediately taken in by the glint on his lip from another piercing. 

“Hello,” he says simply, introducing himself as he turns to place his phone on the desk. His right ear is pierced to the max and you wonder just how high his pain tolerance is. You don’t think you could ever get that done all at once. 

“What are we doing for you today, love?” Jungkook’s voice is smooth, and for a moment you want him to say your name just so you can store it for later and play it back again and again. 

“I wanted to get my nose pierced and maybe my eyebrow,” you state. “If you think it’ll suit me.”

Taehyung leans closer to you, shutting the door after him as he gets a better look at you. You’re very beautiful. That was obvious from the moment you walked in, and after hearing about you from Jimin, he was eager to meet you. You knocked the wind out of him when you stepped through the doors just minutes before, and he was almost thankful Hoseok was busy. Sure, not all the clients waiting in the reception area were here for piercings, but who was he to pass up the chance to pierce you and get you to himself and Jungkook?

“I think it would suit you, babe. What do you think, Kook?” Taehyung moves to the side, allowing Jungkook to walk up to you. 

Immediately your breath is caught in your throat as this magnificent specimen leans forward. His dark eyes study you for a moment, his hand raising and you see the tattoos on his knuckles. 

“May I?” He asks softly, almost shyly as his hand lingers in front of you. Taehyung chuckles from the side but says nothing as his friend waits for your answer. 

“Yes,” you answer as you look up at Jungkook. His fingers grip your chin, turning you this way and that. 

“It’ll suit either side you want, love. Which side did you want to do?” Jungkook asks as he releases you, taking a step back. 

“The right side,” you answer automatically. Jungkook smirks, “We’ll match.”

“What side did you want for your nostril?” Taehyung asks as he pulls up a chair beside yours. 

“The left,” you answer and he nods before turning to Jungkook. 

“I can do the nose and you can do the brow. What do you think?”

“That works. Lemme just get the stuff ready,” Jungkook busies himself with grabbing his tools, pulling a small table on wheels to the side as he walks around the room grabbing the essentials. 

“There’s no need to be nervous, babe.” Tae tries to reassure you, his fingers lacing with yours with ease. “I’ve been an apprentice for a good while and Jungkook was a piercer long before he was tattooing. You’re in great hands.”

“I’ve seen your work online, both of you. It’s great,” you compliment. “I’m glad you both work here with Hobi.”

Taehyung looks over at Jungkook, smirking. And Jungkook returns the smirk, his eyes a little brighter, filled with mischief as Taehyung turns back to you. 

“Hobi, huh?” He teases, noting the way you look up at the ceiling but his hand squeezes yours and you can’t help but meet his gaze. “I didn’t know you were so close.”

“Oh, he, uh said I could call him that,” you flush, biting your lip. Had you overstepped? 

“You must be very special, love,” Jungkook states seriously. “He doesn’t let just  anyone call him that. He must really like you.”

Your eyes widen, heat heavy on your cheeks. “Oh, I wouldn’t know about that. Maybe he was just being nice.”

“Don’t do that,” Jungkook scolds. “Don’t sell yourself short. You’ve got a lot to offer.”

With furrowed brows, you wonder what he means by that but before you can gather the courage to ask, Taehyung is releasing your hand and rising to his feet. 

There’s a slight tension in the room and it almost stifles Taehyung. Instead of letting it get to him, he goes to wash his hands, asking which piercing you would like first. 

“Which will hurt more?” You ask, feeling the thundering of your heart against your rib cage. Why were you doing this again?

“Hmm,” Jungkook hums. “The nostril, I’d say. But Tae’s the one who’s gotten that pierced. My brow wasn’t that bad and neither was my lip.”

“It depends on you, doll,” Taehyung adds. “Could be either. But we can do the nostril first if you’d like.”

“Sure,” you agree and he grins before drying his hands and putting on a pair of black gloves. He grabs a marker and a hand mirror before he leans in front of you. Jungkook watches from the sidelines, making sure Tae remembers all his training. He knew he had nothing to worry about, he’d been an apprentice for a while and was doing very well so far. 

“Have a look, sweetheart. I can change the placement now, not later,” Taehyung reminds you with a chuckle as he hands you the mirror, his hands purposely brushing yours. 

Smiling softly, you take the mirror and admire the black dot for a moment from all angles before deciding it’s a good spot. You hand the mirror back. Taehyung takes it to set aside before he’s grabbing an alcohol wipe. You watch as he rips it open, cleaning your nose gently as he hums. 

His cologne pleasantly engulfs you, focusing on not moving as he leans closer and you can see down his shirt. His golden skin looks soft to the touch, flawless as you get a better peek when he leans further to tilt your head up slightly. 

“Do you want me to count, baby?” Taehyung’s question brings you out of the myriad of thoughts swirling in your head, almost all of them obscene. 

“Please,” you respond.

“So polite,” Jungkook grins mischievously as he steps closer to watch Taehyung. 

“Isn’t she? She’s very sweet from what I’ve heard,” Taehyung snickers as he opens a needle. 

Jungkook says nothing else, smirking to himself. He too had heard about your escapade in Hobi’s studio. Not that Hobi was bragging, Jimin just didn’t know how to shut the fuck up when they were all together at home snuggling on their giant bed. 

“You can close your eyes if you’re scared of needles, babe. No judgment here,” Taehyung clicks his tongue and Jungkook immediately agrees. 

In a second, your eyes are squeezed shut. You’re very aware of all the noises in the room and you relax when you feel a hand grip yours. You squeezed it in thanks, inhaling as you felt the press of the needle and grit your teeth. Fuck, that hurt a little. 

Taehyung’s deep voice is explaining everything he’s doing, praising you as he goes until he’s finally done. 

“Breathe out for me, sweet girl. The worst is over,” Jungkook instructs as Taehyung easily gets the jewelry in your nose. He steps away to grab a napkin, pressing it to your nose. 

“Just a bit of blood, babe. Nothing to worry about,” he explains. You give him a thumbs up and realize your hand is attached to Jungkook’s. 

You apologize but he just squeezes your hand in response. Taehyung pressed the napkin to your nose, waiting for the bleeding to stop and grinning once it did. 

“You’re such a good girl,” he praises as he throws the napkin away in the trash. Jungkook inspects the piercing, praising Taehyung for a job well done as he releases your hand.

Jungkook goes to wash his hands as Taehyung takes his previous spot. His fingers lace with yours as he asks how you’re feeling, making sure you don’t feel faint.

“I’m okay,” you assure him.

“We can take a few minutes. There’s no rush, baby doll. We’ve got all day for you,” Taehyung smiles sweetly and you melt.

Meanwhile, Jungkook is getting his gloves on in preparation to pierce your brow. He waits until you’re ready, listening to Taehyung talking your head off to try and calm you, but you’re nervous, regardless.

“Ready, princess?” Jungkook asks as he lifts the marker. He looks at the dots he’s marked and opens the new needle.

“Yes,” you answer, receiving a squeeze from Tae’s hand.

“You’ve got this, baby girl. You did so well with me. Don’t you wanna please JK?” Taehyung teases, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Y-yes,” you stutter.

Jungkook chuckles. “Tae, don’t fuck with her.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to help!”

“Mhm,” Jungkook hums as he stands beside you. “Well, aren’t you pretty?”

Taehyung snickers beside you. “And I’m the one flirting with her?”

“She’s cute.”

“She’s right here,” you interrupt. Jungkook apologizes, asking if you’re ready before you’re squeezing Tae’s hand.

“Yes,” you listen to Jungkook’s instructions, inhaling deeply when he says so. “Oh fuck!”

“Yeah, that one hurt, huh?” Jungkook asks once he gets the bar through. “Worst part’s over though. You took it well.”

Taehyung snickers from beside you. Your hand is still laced with his but the other is on his thigh. You hadn’t even realized you had moved it.

“Sorry!” 

“No need,” Taehyung smirks and you feel your face flush with heat.

“Your brow isn’t even bleeding. What a good girl you are, huh? Eager to please,” Jungkook smirks as you look away, squeezing Taehyung’s hand.

“You tease too much, Kook,” Taehyung scoffs as he leans in close to you, his free hand cupping your face, his nose just millimeters from yours. You hold your breath as you look up at him but he just hums in response, his featherlight touch sending sparks down your spine.

Jungkook watches the two of you intently. 

“Perfect.” Taehyung hums as he caresses your cheek with his thumb. “Just perfect.” 

His breath ghosts your face and you blink owlishly. How were these two worse off than Hoseok? How did you ever think you’d survive them both?

“Just perfect,” Taehyung repeats as his lips press against yours. Your eyes widen for a moment before they’re squeezed shut and you’re kissing him back. Jungkook watches from the sidelines, a smirk on his lips as Taehyung grips your hips to hold you closer and you’re on your feet before you realize it.

You’re not shy in kissing back, your tongue slipping past his lips, surprising him as he allows you in. Your fingers thread through his dark locks, moaning when his hands cup your tits. Your mind is spinning, but who are you to deny someone as hot as him? You can’t pass up the opportunity, not when his kisses are just as sinful as you imagined they’d be.

“Fuck,” a low curse captures your attention, and it’s then you remember you’re not alone. 

Jungkook’s eyes are dark, glazed with lust as he watches you with Taehyung. He’s biting his bottom lip, his tongue playing with his lip ring. Your heart flutters.

Taehyung’s large palm cups your face, turning you to face him. “Want him to join us?”

You swallow thickly, nodding. “Yes, please.”

Jungkook chuckles, smirking as he approaches the both of you. He takes you from Taehyung easily, leading you to the table where he hops on first, spreading his legs to situate you in between. 

“Easier access for Tae,” Jungkook says simply as your back meets his chest and his hands are gripping your thighs, cursing at the softness and warmth of them. “You look so beautiful in this dress. Tell me, love, did you wear this for our sweet Hobi?”

Jungkook’s teasing tone sends tingles down your spine as his lips brush against the sensitive skin of your neck.

“Is it that obvious?” you ask meekly as your eyes meet Taehyung’s.

“Only a little,” he answers as Jungkook’s tattooed hand grips your hip, moving upward slowly to cup your breast over your dress. You gasp, turning to Jungkook, who closes the distance between you with his lips. 

Taehyung watches his boyfriend kissing you, groping you as you make out. He’s been in this position plenty of times before, and he can’t help the heat that floods his body every time he sees Jungkook with someone. There’s something about him that drives him wild, finding it hard to just stand back and watch. Maybe it’s the fact that Hobi already had a taste of you? Maybe it was that his soulmate had as well? Or maybe it was the cute way you shied away from him but still managed to surprise him with little bursts of confidence, like kissing him with tongue? Whatever it was, it made it hard for him to hold back for too long as he stood between your legs.

Jungkook is the first to pull away from the kiss, smiling up at his boyfriend. Taehyung grins, leaning forward and you gasp when he bypasses you to kiss Jungkook.

Despite his lips occupied by Jungkook, Taehyung’s hands grip your thigh. You’re not sure what to do, but he notes this and takes your hand to place on his shoulder. He smirks at you before he’s kissing you again.

“She’s pushing against my cock,” Jungkook says with a grin. You whine in embarrassment but Taehyung nips your bottom lip. “None of that, doll. No need to be embarrassed with us. We just want to please you.”

“Please you,” Jungkook repeats as he pushes your hair over one shoulder to kiss the other. His lips are soft against your skin, teeth gently scraping the heated flesh. You’re overwhelmed by both but Taehyung kisses you, guiding your hands in unbuttoning his shirt as Jungkook’s hands toy with your dress.

“Can we take this off, love?” Jungkook asks as he lets your dress go. You turn to look at him, his beautiful brown eyes taking you by surprise, his cute smile almost looks bashful as you note the hearts in his eyes. How did someone with such a rough-looking exterior look so sweet and soft when asking to undress you? It made your head spin, talk about duality.

“Yes,” you answer confidently, moaning when Taehyung starts kissing your neck, nipping and sucking on the column of your throat until your fingers thread through his hair, mindful of his bandana as his hands and Jungkook’s are helping you out of your dress.

They’re both surprised to see you in nothing but a pair of white panties that cling to you. 

“Fuck, you look good enough to eat,” Taehyung licks his lips, biting his lip as his hooded gaze meets Jungkook, who's busy cupping your breasts, rolling the pert nipples between his fingertips as his lips find their home on the column of your throat.

“Tae,” you moan when he grips your thighs, putting them over Jungkook’s. He nips at your inner thighs, loving the softness and warmth of your skin as his tongue laves over your wet panties.

“So good for us, aren’t you doll? Want us to make you come for us?” Jungkook asks in between kisses, your hand moving behind you to grab a handful of his thick black hair, tugging as you beg him to make you come.

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself, princess. We both want to get a taste of you,” Taehyung tuts as he pulls your panties down your legs with little trouble. He tucks your panties in his back pocket so he won’t lose them when they’re done with you.

“Please,” you plead, your eyes softening for Tae. 

“My tongue isn’t pierced like Hobi’s, but I know I can get you to come just as easily without it,” he brags as he drops to his knees. 

Jungkook grips your chin with his forefinger and thumb, turning you to him, his soft lips meeting yours as Tae licks a stripe along your wet folds. Jungkook chuckles, his breath fanning across your lips as he kisses you again, feeling every inch of your body that he can.

He eventually guides your hand to Taehyung’s hair. “He likes when you tug on his hair.”

Taehyung groans at Jungkook’s words, affirming them. You’re tentative at first but note the way Taehyung reacts, tongue diving deeper into you. You arch into Jungkook, his lips kissing every bit of you within reach as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, praising you for being so good for them.

“Taehyung,” you moan, hips rising slightly to meet his face. Jungkook smiles at your eagerness, his attention on your face, and the way your expression changes as you grow closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Keep going, Tae. She looks like she’s ready to fall apart on your tongue,” Jungkook groans, cursing as you pull him into a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue. 

Taehyung looks up at the two of you, his cock throbbing in the confines of his pants, his hand moving to stroke it over the denim, popping the button open before pulling the zipper down. There’s nothing hotter than watching his boyfriend with someone else, and he knows Jungkook must be just as hard as he is.

Slowly, Taehyung swirls his tongue on your clit, sucking it and nipping it lightly to gauge your reaction. You cry out, whimpering and begging for more as you writhe in his boyfriend’s lap. Taehyung listens, intent on pleasuring you as much as possible, and just like Jimin had gone on and on about you, you taste just as divine as described. He couldn’t get enough of you. You flooded his senses and made him want more and more. Taehyung was sure he could devour you whole if given the chance.

“Do you want to take his cock, love?” Jungkook asks in between kisses. He’s glad the marks he’s left on your skin are slowly blooming, pride swelling in his chest. He tongues his lip ring, lust-filled eyes locked on yours. You’re pulsating, blood rushing in your ears as you nod. “Yes.”

Jungkook pecks your lips, his hand caressing your cheek.

“We can stop whenever you want, okay?” he assures you.

“Yes,” you nod. “I want it. I want you. Both of you,” you look at Taehyung, who nods. He slowly teases your entrance with two of his fingers, collecting your arousal before he’s pushing into you. He maintains eye contact as he curls his fingers, watching your face to see what you like and what you don’t.

When his fingers speed up and Jungkook rubs your clit, you start moaning louder. You try to muffle your moans by kissing and sucking on Jungkook’s neck, but both men want to hear you come apart for them.

“Moan for us, or I’ll stop, baby,” Taehyung threatens. That’s all it takes for you to be more vocal. You lose yourself to the feeling, your body growing hotter and hotter as pleasure pools in your belly, embarrassed by the lewd sounds of your arousal as Taehyung finger fucks you faster and faster.

You fall back onto Jungkook, who steadies you with a firm arm around your waist. 

“That’s it, baby. Are you gonna come for us?” Jungkook smirks, kissing your cheek.

“Yes! Yes! Tae! Please!” you nearly sob as he licks your clit and your thighs tremble. You’re so close, you whine. Taehyung doesn’t falter, eyes glued on you as you tug on his hair rather harshly, causing him to groan.

“Taehyung! Tae!” you scream, nearly in tears as you arch into him, wanting to fuck his face as your orgasm hits and you soak him, your thighs, and the table beneath you. 

“Fucking hell, baby girl,” Jungkook curses as he watches you combust. You’re panting heavily, a sheen of sweat covering your body as your head falls forward, your hair falling over your eyes.

You’re whining softly, gripping Jungkook’s thigh hard as you try to catch your breath.

Taehyung slowly pulls his fingers from you once he’s sure you’ve ridden your high. He pops them into his mouth, cursing as your essence coats his taste buds. 

“Share,” Jungkook huffs with a pout. 

Taehyung rolls his eyes, used to his boyfriend getting his way as he rises to his feet. He kisses Jungkook with no hesitation. The younger man’s tongue meets his, eager to get a taste of you.

You watch on, licking your lips. Feeling the heat of your stare, Jungkook turns to you and kisses you roughly.

Taehyung watches for a few moments, licking his lips and running a hand through his hair. When you and Jungkook break for air, he quirks his head in question. “Still want me to fuck you, baby?”

“Yes,” you answer bashfully.

“No need to be shy with us, love.” Jungkook nuzzles into your hair. 

“He’s right,” Taehyung nods in agreement as he helps you off Jungkook’s thighs and then the table. Jungkook chuckles at the wet spots on his jeans.

“Whoops,” you grimace when you spot them.

“Don’t worry about it,” Jungkook shrugs as Taehyung turns you to face him. He cups your face, bringing his lips down on yours while Jungkook takes his shirt off. He watches the both of you with hungry eyes, his hand going to palm himself over his jeans, biting on his lip to keep from moaning.

Taehyung is exploring every inch of your body with his large hands. Touching everywhere and lighting a fire deep inside you as he holds you to his body, your arms draped over his shoulders as you kiss him. 

“Can’t wait to be inside you,” he murmurs against your lips. You moan in response. Taehyung rests his forehead against yours. “Why don’t you help Kook out of his pants?”

“Yeah. Y-yes,” you swallow audibly, so lust drunk you can barely think as you turn around to face Jungkook, who smiles warmly at you.

“Hey, doll,” he grins.

“Can I?” you ask, eyes glued to his abs as your hands rest on his thighs. 

“Go for it, princess,” he moves his hands out of the way, planting them behind him as he leans back to allow you room to undo the button of his pants and tug the zipper down. He raises one leg at a time as you struggle to pull his tight jeans down his thick, muscular thighs.

With a laugh, Jungkook helps you until you’re tugging his boxers with his pants down to his knees. When his cock smacks against his abdomen, cock drooling pre-cum, your mouth waters. 

“Please, can I?” you beg as you meet his hooded gaze. He languidly strokes himself. His tongue plays with his lip ring, gaze hard and pierced brow raised as he studies you.

“Why should I let you?” his question befuddles you as he continues to stroke himself.

“Because I want to taste you, Jungkook,” you answer honestly. Jungkook tongues his cheek, nodding his consent as your hand replaces his.

“Don’t scare her,” Taehyung clicks his tongue at his boyfriend.

“Just want her to work for it a little,” Jungkook shrugs. 

Taehyung rolls his eyes but says nothing else as he runs his hands over your body. His lips plant gentle kisses on your shoulders, kissing down your spine while he kneads your ass. Your dulcet moans fill the room, and he reaches into his wallet to take out a condom. 

You look so delectable bent over in front of him. He loves how wet you are, your thighs coated in your arousal and he knows he can’t go much longer without being inside you.

“Doll?” he hums.

“Yes?” you question, looking at him over your shoulder. He holds the condom up, “Wanna keep going?”

“Yes, Tae. Please!” you exclaim.

Taehyung chuckles, his breath hitting your skin and sending tingles down your back. It takes him a moment to rip the condom packet open, stroking himself a few times with a few guttural groans escaping him as he slides the condom down his length.

Jungkook focuses on your hand as it moves up and down his dick, your spit hitting the head. He grunts, biting his lip.

“Put your mouth around it if you want, love,” he encourages but leaves the choice up to you. You nod eagerly, glad he’d said something because you were too shy to ask if you could take him in your mouth.

Your tongue swirls around the head once, using your spit to coat him. 

“Don’t be a tease,” Jungkook warns with a raised brow. You smile, gasping when you feel Taehyung pushing into you. You curse, crying out for Jungkook as you get pushed forward. Taehyung’s big hand grips your hip while the other pushes his cock into you further. He knows it’ll take a few minutes for you to accommodate him enough to take all of him, but fuck, you’re so warm and wet even through the condom. His head lolls back, tongue peeking from between his lips as he pushes past the tight ring of muscles that squeeze him just right.

“Oh, fuck! Taehyung!” you rasp, clutching Jungkook’s thighs, nails leaving their mark on his skin. 

“Breathe, baby,” Jungkook says softly. “Breathe.”

“So big,” you utter as you look up at Jungkook.

“But you can take it, right?” Jungkook checks in. You nod, cock hungry and ready for more. Taehyung takes his time, slowly pulling out and pushing back in little by little until his pelvis is pressed to your ass.

He rubs your back, moving down to your ass.

“You’re taking me so well, princess. You’re so tight and wet,” he curses as he gives a tentative thrust and you gasp.

“Fuck me, Tae.”

Taehyung shakes the hair out of his eyes as he thrusts into you, setting a slow pace that allows him to reach deep inside you, right where you need him.

“Fuck,” you groan as try to focus, a hard task when Taehyung’s huge cock is buried inside you and Jungkook’s is inches from your face.

Jungkook smirks, knowing what it’s like to feel stuffed to the brim. He doesn’t say a word as you stroke him slowly, lips wrapped around him as you try to find a rhythm while Taehyung’s fucking into you, smacking your ass and using it to pull you to him.

When you finally bob your head up and down, spitting on his length and twisting your wrist to please Jungkook, he’s losing it. Mind reeling, cock hard and dribbling pre-cum into your pretty little mouth, moaning your name as he hits the back of your throat and you suck him off like your life depends on it.

Jungkook’s fingers weave through your hair, tugging as he fucks your face, listening to you gag around him. You meet his gaze, both fiery and full of lust as you bob up and down, making sure you roll his balls in your hands as your saliva runs down to them. He groans as he leans back further. His eyes flutter shut, his whiny cries making you wetter and wetter as Taehyung grips you hard enough to bruise, fucking you open for his fat cock as you sob his name, muffled by Jungkook’s heavy cock on your tongue.

“That’s it, baby girl. Take my fat cock like a good girl. Come around me, I know you want to,” Taehyung grunts as he fucks you faster.

The table Jungkook is on, slams into the wall with his thrusts and Jungkook curses as he pants, feeling you moan around him. His hair is disheveled from him carding his hand through it, too overcome with pleasure, unsure of what to grab onto.

Taehyung meets his gaze, and Jungkook loses it when you tongue his slit. 

“Fuck, fuck. Doll, I’m gonna cum,” he warns but you don’t stop. You continue bobbing up and down, hollowing out your cheeks and tonguing his slit until he’s gripping your hair and thrusting into you, fucking your throat as he cries out for you. 

“Baby! Baby, baby, baby!” Jungkook sobs, whining as he cums in your mouth but you don’t stop sucking him off. He whimpers when you tongue his slit again, collecting the remnants of his orgasm before releasing him and he hisses when he falls back onto the table.

His head lolls back as his pretty eyes sting with unshed tears and he stares at the ceiling as he tries to regulate his breathing. “Fuck, you’ve got a mouth on you, love.”

You make a show of swallowing before you grin proudly, but soon it’s wiped from your face as Taehyung grips your arms, putting them behind your back as he uses them for leverage. 

“Come for me, baby.” Taehyung urges as he holds your hands behind your back with one hand and the other moves between your thighs, rubbing your clit in rigid circles. Seeing his boyfriend stuff your mouth full of come had riled him up more so, wanting to do the same.

Your cries grow in octaves. Taehyung’s name rolls off your tongue in broken sobs as your thighs tremble. Jungkook watches you intently as Taehyung makes you orgasm once again, soaking his cock and clenching around him until he’s pulling out.

“Can I come in your mouth?” Taehyung asks as he rips off the condom, stroking himself.

“Yes! Yes, please!” you nearly sob as you hastily drop to your knees in front of him. Taehyung curses. Your hand wrapped around him as you press your lips to his cock. You use your tongue to lick at the head and it doesn’t take too long until you’re rewarded with Taehyung cumming in your mouth, spurt after thick spurt hitting your tongue as you wrap your lips around him even as some of it runs down your chin.

Taehyung’s eyes are wild as he watches you swallow, again and again, only pulling away when you’re sure he’s done. You make a show of sticking your tongue out, licking up what you can from your chin before he’s helping you to your shaking legs and slotting his lips over yours, getting a taste of himself and Jungkook.

It’s a dirty, messy, kiss that leaves your toes curling as he walks you back into Jungkook, who kisses you next.

You’re left breathless and naked with your hand over your chest to try and calm the rapid pounding of your heart. You’re relieved to find Jungkook and Taehyung just as breathless as you. Jungkook is the first to get dressed before he’s picking your dress off the floor.

Jungkook helps you get dressed, kissing you as he pulls the dress over your head. He kisses you after you slide your arms into each of the armholes and then Taehyung steps up with your panties in his hands. His tattooed arm gets your attention as he holds your hip and you hold his shoulder to steady yourself as you step into your panties. 

Jungkook makes sure your dress isn’t stuffed into your panties before he’s pulling you into a hug. Fuck, he didn’t want to let you go.

Taehyung wraps his arms around both of you. “That was unexpected.”

“But good?” you ask hesitantly.

“So good, princess,” Jungkook assures you as he sits on his chair and pulls you with him while Taehyung gets dressed and cleans the table. 

Jungkook places your hands on his shoulder as he nuzzles into your neck, kissing it softly. You melt into him, not wanting to let him go.

Taehyung crouches down in front of you both, his hand resting on your thigh. He wishes you were at his home, he’d be able to cuddle the both of you to his heart’s content but he’s very aware that your activities haven’t gone unnoticed and it’s only a matter of time until Jimin or Hoseok are knocking on Jungkook’s door.

Taehyung steals a kiss from your lips, smiling when you grow flustered.

“We should get you to Hoseok, baby,” Taehyung whispers.

Your eyes widen, and suddenly you remember what you were here for, aside from your two new piercings.

“Oh, yeah!” you flush with heat as you get off Jungkook’s lap in a hurry. Taehyung chuckles as he rises to his full height.

“Come,” he takes your hand while Jungkook gets up and leads you to the door.

Dazed with a bright grin on your face, Jungkook and Taehyung walk with you hand in hand toward Hoseok’s studio. Jungkook wraps you up in his arms, his head on your shoulder as he sways you from side to side while Taehyung steps forward to knock on Hoseok’s door.

“Come in!” comes Hoseok’s response as Tae turns the knob and pushes the door open. Hoseok smiles when he sees his boyfriend looking absolutely delectable with his just fucked hair, he assumes he and Jungkook may have gone at it again in between clients. The two youngest always found it hard to keep their hands to themselves, especially in close quarters.

“Hey, babe,” Hoseok waves him over and Taehyung shakes his head. Hoseok raises a brow. Something was up.

“I brought someone,” he says simply before he looks over his shoulder and Jungkook is bringing you in. Hoseok is at a loss for words for a moment, swallowing thickly.

Well, this wasn’t exactly how he planned on easing you into his lifestyle.

“Hey, sweetheart! I was starting to worry you weren’t gonna show up,” Hoseok greets you easily as you step forward and pats the chair for you to take a seat. You do so, thighs still trembling and face still flushed thanks to your shenanigans with Jungkook and Taehyung.

Smirking, Hoseok rolls his chair forward. He can smell his boyfriends’ colognes on you, a scent he knows he can get used to when it melds with your soft flowery one.

“Ooh, you got two new piercings,” he comments as he gently cups your face. The rings on his hand are cool against your hot skin. 

Turning to Jungkook, he asks, “Was this your doing?”

Jungkook looks away, his ears turning red as he finds the ceiling irrevocably interesting. Hoseok tuts, turning to Taehyung and raising a dark brow. Your thighs press together, remembering the last time you were in this studio, and Hoseok notes your movements before he’s turning to face you.

His dark eyes are nearly black as he takes you in, from the heavy rise and fall of your chest to the budding marks on your skin. If he looks a little closer, he’ll note the very, very familiar indents of the younger’s teeth, always a biter, that one. 

“I did her nose,” Taehyung finally finds his voice. Licking his lips, he shoves his hands in his pockets as he leans against Hoseok’s desk, careful not to disturb any of the work that lies on it. “Jungkook did her brow.”

Hoseok nods as he leans in closer, noting a bit of swelling on your eyebrow, but nothing looks worrying at the moment. “Did you take it well, princess?” 

“I did. It hurt,” you answer honestly as your hand goes to touch your brow, but Hoseok’s fingers wrap around your wrist gently.

“Baby girl, didn’t you promise you’d be good and not touch?” Hoseok asks in a low tone that has you biting back a moan. What was it about him that made you want to be the best girl for him? To please him and be praised by him again and again? Fuck, he was a danger to your health and he knew it; if his devilish grin was anything to go by.

“I did. I promise,” you clear your throat, hoping to rid yourself of the knot that forms. Jungkook giggles beside you, he’s all too familiar with Hoseok’s no-bullshit aura, and seeing its effect on you makes him giddy. 

“Good!” Hoseok claps his hands softly. You pout, not liking how quickly his touch has left you. Taehyung snickers, covering his mouth with his hand. He exchanges a look with Jungkook before he’s walking over.

“Well, it looks like you’re in good hands,” Taehyung says with a hint of laughter. 

“Yeah, we’ll see you upfront. I think we’re closing in a bit,” Jungkook states as he grabs Taehyung’s hand before either of you can protest.

“Subtle,” Hoseok rolls his eyes but is glad when they’re gone. You seem to relax a bit when they’re gone, and Hobi knows how overwhelming it can be when they’re all around.

“How does it look?” you ask, referring to your septum piercing and Hoseok switches to professional mode. He moves in closer, his hands on your cheeks once again as he tilts your head back a little bit. He inspects it, asking if you’ve been following his directions to the T and you nod as best as you can before answering verbally.

You ask him a few questions and he answers them all before he’s tapping your nose. “You’re the poster perfect client, babe. Did Tae and Kook take your picture?”

“No?” you think back and shake your head. “We got distracted.”

“I bet you did,” he laughs as he moves his leg forward and digs into his jeans pocket to take his phone out. You can’t help how nice his thick thighs look encased in his jeans and your eyes innocently waver over to his crotch.

“Brazen, are we?” Hoseok chuckles as he meets your embarrassed gaze.

“I-I was just…”

“Hoping to see my cock?” Hoseok grins salaciously and you bite your lip. 

“Maybe?”

“And here I thought you were my good girl,” he clicks his tongue, feigning disappointment before he’s asking you to sit up. He rises from his seat, taking pictures of your new piercings before he’s slipping his phone back into his pocket.

“Do you have plans tonight, baby girl?” Hoseok asks as he holds his hand out for you to take. His hand is warm in yours and you’re careful as you rise off the chair, smoothing down your dress with your other hand. 

“I’m free,” you answer, wondering what it is he has planned.

“Would you like to go out with me tonight?” Hoseok asks as he leads you into the hallway, pausing to turn the light off in his studio. He doesn’t need any of his belongings for tonight and he can pack a different bag for work tomorrow, anyway.

“Of course!” you blurt out, groaning at how overeager you sound. “Sorry.”

“No need to apologize, sweetheart. I like your enthusiasm and besides, you already know I like you, so seeing you so excited to go out with me makes me incredibly happy.”

You smile, feeling the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach.

Hoseok returns your smile, his hand pushing a lock of your hair behind your ear. “You look so beautiful, love. I like your dress.”

“Thank you. I wore it for you,” you say honestly, maintaining eye contact. Hoseok nearly growls at your admittance, gently pressing you to the wall beside his studio as he captures your lips with his. It had been hard keeping his distance from you, trying to remain professional but he’d been hoping to see you since the first time. Work had been drowning him lately and he’d been looking forward to today immensely. He was glad to have you in his arms once again, kissing you and rekindling that initial spark from that night.

“Hoseok,” his name escapes you in a heady tone that makes his cock throb. Fuck, he wants another taste of you but he’s set on taking you out first before any of that occurs again.

“I know, baby. Fuck, you’ve got me losing my mind,” he admits, kissing your cheek before he’s leading you down the hall to the reception area.

Jimin smirks when he sees both of you holding hands as you stroll to the reception desk. “Well, don’t you look ravished?”

Jungkook shoves his foot into the back of Jimin’s chair, causing him to be squished into his desk. Jimin sends a glare over his shoulder to Jungkook, who rolls his eyes.

Clearing his throat, Jimin smiles and tries again. “Don’t you look ravishing!”

“Thank you,” you nod. “I wasn’t sure if the eyebrow piercing would suit me.”

“You look great, love,” Taehyung assures you and you note he’s in the same spot you’d seen him in when you’d first walked in earlier. You thank him sincerely.

“Oh, I need to pay,” you say as you reach for your purse and Hoseok stops you, handing his card to Jimin, who smirks like the cat who ate the canary.

“Hobi, you didn’t have-” Hoseok shushes you with a kiss. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Then dinner’s on me,” you reply and he’s about to protest, but you kiss him before he can say a word.

“Ooh, she’s got you matched,” Jimin giggles as he hands Hobi his card and receipt.

“She does, doesn’t she?” Hoseok asks with sparkling eyes as his heart skips a beat. He wraps his arm around your waist to pull you close and you smile shyly as you lean into him.

Jungkook and Taehyung watch the two of you intently, grinning to themselves before Jimin is rising from his seat, and grabbing his backpack off the desk.

“Well, everyone else has left for the day, and a shop without piercers doesn’t need to be open. Do you want to go to dinner?” Jimin asks Tae and Jungkook, who nod.

“You better not follow us,” Hoseok raises a brow.

“Now, would we do something like that?” Jungkook asks in the best innocent tone he can conjure, his hands over his heart.

“Yes, yes you would,” Hoseok scoffs as he leads you out of the shop and walks you to your car. He tells you where to meet him, stealing a kiss from you before he’s shutting your car door once you’re settled in. He watches you go before he’s looking over his shoulder at his three boyfriends, who have hearts in their eyes along with mischief.

They were definitely going to show up to dinner.

Sigh.

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Honey Bunny

Title: Honey Bunny

Word Count: 4221

Summary: It happens to him every year like clockwork, for just a few days around the beginning of spring when his pollen allergies start to act up and he decides to do some spring cleaning, forgetting that between all of the dust he inevitably kicks up inside of the house coupled with the blooming flowers and trees outside of the house will send him into a week of allergic misery.

Sickie: Taehyung (snz/allergies)

Caretakers: Jimin (platonic), Jungkook (romantic)

A/N: There is some slight sadness in this one (Jungkook is sad but he gets comfort and cuddles) and idk man, I was gonna do only a little drabble for this poll but then it turned out a bit longer and it turned into this this sooo. yeah. enjoy?

The late afternoon sun is shining brightly outside.

Taehyung knows this, despite the fact that he’s inside and curled up in his bed suffering miserably, because he can see it; from the small space between his window curtains, where they’re open just a little, there’s a bright beam of light shining through that’s aimed directly at the foot of his bed. 

More notably, Taehyung can see all of the teeny tiny little dust particles that are illuminated by said sunshine-beam of light, swirling in the air as they dance around his bed and tease him mercilessly, infiltrating his sinuses and torturing him–

hh–!

–torturing him endlessly with their irritating– 

hhhHH!

–ticklish existence, and–  

“HHHHRESH!”

Oh, the sneezing. Taehyung is so tired of sneezing. Taehyung is so, so tired of his nose tickling. Taehyung is so, so, so very tired of how awful his poor nose feels no matter how gently he tries to tend to it. It doesn’t matter if he uses the soft, silken handkerchief his beautiful boyfriend had bought for him or if he scrubs harshly at his nose with a fist, because both do nothing to alleviate the tickle and both only make his nose feel sore and raw.

It happens to him every year like clockwork, for just a few days around the beginning of spring when his pollen allergies start to act up and he decides to do some spring cleaning, forgetting that between all of the dust he inevitably kicks up inside of the house coupled with the blooming flowers and trees outside of the house will send him into a week of allergic misery. Really, he brought this on himself, but that doesn’t mean he’s not gonna lie in bed sulking as he sneezes his head off, feeling sorry for himself. 

“hhhhAAASHCH!”

He’s just very ready to be done with the sneezing part.

If he has any luck, the allergy medicine he took thirty minutes ago will kick in soon and knock him out for a few hours. Taking his handkerchief and dabbing at his tender nostrils, Taehyung rolls onto his back and tries to take in as deep of a breath as his congested airways will allow. He closes his eyes and lets his mouth fall open, breathing noisily through his mouth in an attempt to avoid taking in any air through his nose knowing that it will only trigger another sneeze.

He hears the apartment door open, and he opens his eyes in confusion– had he fallen asleep just now? It seems far too early for Jungkook to be home already, although wouldn’t complain about getting to see his boyfriend sooner than expected. 

“Kookie?” He croaks out hopefully. “Is that you?”

But it isn’t Jungkook who appears in the doorway of his bedroom. 

It’s his best friend Jimin, and the man frowns instantly when he sees Taehyung sniffling pathetically in bed. 

“Oh, you poor thing,” he cries, rushing over to Taehyung. “You look just awful, Tae.” 

“I know,” Taehyung agrees. He doesn’t even have it in him to be offended by Jimin’s observation. He knows that he looks like complete shit right now. He scrambles to sweep all of the crumpled up tissues that litter his bedspread off to the side or onto the floor.

Jimin, not even batting an eye at the mess, climbs into the bed and sits with his back against the headboard, and Taehyung scoots over to allow him more room. 

“If I had not spent the past ten spring seasons with you, I would think you have the flu right now,” Jimin continues, listening to Taehyung’s congested breathing and taking in the redness of his eyes and nose. He reaches out and brushes the tip of his thumb beneath Taehyung’s eyes, where there are dark circles, the skin puffy and swollen.

When he moves the tips of his fingers down to Taehyung’s nose, however, Taehyung’s face screws up, and he shakes his head frantically, jerking away.  

“Ohh– oh no– watch m-my nose, Jimin-hhh! hnghUHH! uhhh-HHHAAHH’SHUH!”

The first thunderous sneeze is quickly followed by a second, and then a third, each one preceded by a desperate, gasping breath. 

“iehh– HAASHCH! ehh-hhhHHH– hhh-AASH’TCH!” 

“Bless you!” Jimin locates the tissue box, which is nearly empty, and plucks out a tissue for his friend. 

While Taehyung wipes his streaming eyes and blows his nose, Jimin pets his hair soothingly. “Jungkook had to stay late. He wanted me to come check on you because he said you weren’t feeling well.” 

Taehyung sniffles. “What? Why does he have to stay late? Did he pick up another shift? Ugh, who called in?” He frowns and rubs a finger under his nose. “He said he wasn’t gonna pick up doubles anymore.”

Jimin hesitates, looking down at the bedspread and tracing the pattern with his thumb. “He didn’t pick up an extra shift, but he’ll be at the hospital for a couple of hours after he’s supposed to be off. He stayed with someone while they…They didn’t have any family members there with them, so…”

“Oh, no.” Tears spring to Taehyung’s eyes when he understands what Jimin is telling him. “Oh, no. Poor Jungkookie. My bunny is going to need me! Oh, why did I take the medication that makes me drowsy?”

“He’s gonna be fine, Tae,” Jimin rushes to reassure him. “He’s gonna need some extra hugs, yes. But he said he’s exhausted and he just wants to sleep when he gets home. It’s you he’s worried about.” 

Taehyung shakes his head. “I’m fine. All I’ve been doing today is lying in bed and– a-and…”

Jimin passes him another tissue.

“hh-HHHRESH!”

Jimin raises an eyebrow. “Yes, you are completely fine.” He sighs. “Jungkook told me you decided to vacuum and dust on the same day. What on earth were you thinking, Tae?” 

Taehyung pouts through a trumpeting nose blow. “I was thinking that my bunny deserves to come home to a nice clean house after he works a twelve hour shift,” he replies. 

“Oh, your voice is starting to go,” Jimin tuts. “You need to rest some more. What can I get you before you take a nap?”

“Wait.” Taehyung sniffs, dragging the heel up his hand against his nostrils in an upward motion. “So you’re really not here to kick my ass out of bed?”

“No, love, absolutely not. You’re clearly not feeling well!” 

Jimin stands and cleans up the new pile of used tissues that’s been created since he arrived, gathering them up with the others on the floor before tossing the entire armful into the trash. Taehyung yawns while he cleans, finally feeling the effects of his medicine working. 

“Wish I could give my poor bun hugs and kisses right now,” he murmurs sleepily, sniffling. 

“He’ll be home soon enough,” Jimin assures him. “Scoot over a bit more. I’ll cuddle with you until you fall asleep.”

As soon as Jimin has him wrapped up in his arms, Taehyung starts to squirm. His nose hates him. It’s torturing him, trying to disrupt his best friend cuddle time and he tries to fight it as long as he can, tries to rub the tickle away from his sinuses, scrunches up his face and shakes his head back and forth and–   

Jimin suddenly lifts his head and looks down at him. “Go on and sneeze, already,” he snaps. Then, more gently, handing him a tissue with a sigh, “Get it all out.” 

And Taehyung does.

“AAAASHH!”

He sneezes.

“hhh-AHHHHSCH! HAAASSH-uh! UHHDSH-ehh!”

He sneezes some more, eyes and nose streaming, nostrils itching and twitching with every inhale.

“uh-HDCHSH! HRESHSH! hhhhhSHCHUH!”

Taehyung sneezes and sneezes, and Jimin holds him, until the fit dies down and he’s left sniffling miserably into a wad of tissues that are barely hanging on. 

“Have you considered seeing an allergist?” Jimin asks him, after Taehyung has caught his breath and is pouting against Jimin’s chest. 

“hh? hhhHH–! HSCHshoo!”

*

At some point, Taehyung falls asleep, because when he awakens he’s flat on his back and he has such a fierce tickle in his nose that he can’t even open his eyes.

“nnngghh’HNGSH!”

The sneeze comes out groggy and congested, and Taehyung sniffles miserably in the aftermath, still trying to wake up completely. When he finally gets his eyes open, he can see that it’s late, dark inside his room except for the glow from the small night light next to his nightstand. He’s so congested that his face feels heavy, and there’s something icy cold against his legs that makes him shiver. 

“Jimbi’d?”

But it’s not Jimin lying next to him, unless Jimin dyed his hair in the past few hours, and the person hasn’t moved an inch despite the disruption.

“Ju’gkookie?”

Jungkook stirs slightly when Taehyung says his name, but he only lets out a quiet sound, an exhale that puffs out across Taehyung’s skin. His arms are wrapped around Taehyung’s waist and his cheek is resting on his chest, and in the dim lighting he can see that the skin around his eyes is puffy. 

With a sad frown, Taehyung realizes Jungkook probably cried his poor heart out as soon as he stepped foot in the shower when he got home– even after years of working at the hospital, his boyfriend’s caring heart is still affected by every single loss.

He cranes his neck so he can press a kiss to the top of Jungkook’s head. “Oh, Bun.”

Jungkook tightens his arms around him but still doesn’t wake. 

The icy cold thing pressing against his legs turns out to be Jungkook’s feet, and Taehyung frowns with a new wave of concern when he realizes this. He lifts the blanket just enough to check if Jungkook is even wearing clothes, and is relieved to see that he’s wearing pajama pants at least. Apparently, all he did when he got home was take a shower before crawling into bed, not even bothering to put on socks or dry his hair properly. 

He runs his fingers through Jungkook’s still damp hair with a sigh, which triggers a fierce tickle in his sinuses that he tries to squash down by pressing his palm against his nostrils. Moving as slowly as he can, he pulls the blanket higher until it’s over Jungkook’s shoulders, and then quickly searches for the box of tissues, finding it above his pillow where Jimin thankfully left it within his reach.  

Continuing to card his hand slowly and soothingly through Jungkook’s hair, Taehyung clamps the tissues over his nose and breathes solely through his mouth– not a difficult feat considering how stuffed up he already is– and rolls them both over slightly so they’re more on their sides. When he feels his sinuses are in control for the time being, he switches the tissue to his other hand and wraps an arm around Jungkook.

Jungkook snuggles into the warmth and Taehyung smiles. His face is buried in Taehyung’s chest, nose right between his pecs, which is why only a moment Taehyung suddenly regrets it– the tickle in his nose returns and his breath hitches suddenly, chest quaking as the sneeze builds rapidly.

“hh-HH! hihh…hh-h-h–!”

The movement of his chest jostles Jungkook’s head, and he moans softly and begins to stir awake. 

“hhh…”

Taehyung scrunches up his entire face.

“hhHH! h! hh-ihh–!”

He presses his tongue firmly against the roof of his mouth.

“nhh…uh-hehhh! hh-hh-hHH–!”

Breath hitching erratically, Taehyung brings his hand up to cup the back of Jungkook’s head, holding him against his chest so he’s not jostled around any further. He lifts the hand holding the tissue to his face as slowly as he can, as if any sudden movement will set the sneeze off, and rubs it against his nose with determination.

Rubbing his nose with the tissue only seems to make the tickle spread more. His breath catches sharply and he lets the tissue fall from his grip, jamming a finger under his nose instead to try to stop the sneeze.

It does not work.

“HDXCHT!”

He sneezes once, a booming sound despite trying to stifle it, and Jungkook doesn’t even react. A soft, amused chuckle falls from Taehyung’s lips when he realizes that his boyfriend is still sound asleep. 

But there’s another sneeze building, and Taehyung knows it will bring its friends with it, and as much as he’d like to think he’s able to hold them back he knows that realistically he can’t. 

“AAAASHH!” Sure enough, another sneeze bursts out of him not ten seconds later, followed soon by several more. “hhh-AHHHHSCH! UHHDSH-ehh! hhhSHCHUH! Ugh, ohh–hh’ERSHSH!”

He’s sniffling against the aftermath of the fit when he feels a kiss pressed to the base of his throat.

“Bless you,” comes Jungkook’s sleepy, raspy voice. “Love you.”

“Oh,” Taehyung giggles congestedly when Jungkook’s breath puffs out against his neck, ticklish. “Hey, you. I love you too.” With a slightly dramatic and quite unproductive sniffle, Taehyung wraps his arms around Jungkook, protective. “Love you so much. And I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up. I tried reeeally hard not to sneeze, baby.” 

Jungkook yawns. “’S okay,” he murmurs. “If I minded I would have slept in my own bed.” He presses his nose under Taehyung’s jaw and breathes in deeply. 

“You should have slept in your own bed. You would have slept so much better.” Taehyung reaches out to swipe his thumb under the dark circles under his eyes.

Jungkook yawns again. “Mm. You needed cuddles. You’ve been miserable all day and I wasn’t here to cuddle you.” Yawning a third time, he brings a fist to his face to rub at his eye and then tucks his arms back under the blankets, pulling them tighter around himself.

“Are you cold, baby?”

Jungkook nuzzles into his pillow. His eyes are closed again and he doesn’t respond.

Taehyung starts to untangle himself so he can go grab another blanket, but Jungkook whimpers as soon as he sits up, snaking an arm around his waist and holding on tightly. 

“Don’t go,” he whispers, so quietly that Taehyung almost doesn’t hear him. “Please.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Taehyung quickly reassures him, lying back down and wrapping his arms around the younger man with a frown. “I’m right here, baby.”

“Don’t go,” Jungkook repeats.

“Oh, baby,” Taehyung cood. “My bunny. I love you so much. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here, okay?”

Jungkook nods against him and then stills in Taehyung’s arms. Taehyung thinks he might be crying, but he’s not sure, and Jungkook’s breathing is quiet and even for several minutes. 

Once Jungkook has fallen asleep, Taehyung closes his eyes and tries to fall asleep himself, sniffling against a now runny nose and then feeling his heart drop when it causes him to sneeze again.

“HHDSH-ehh!”

The sneeze makes Jungkook jump. “Bless you,” he murmurs, but then he’s asleep again a minute later. 

*

Eventually, after a few hours of restless sleep, Taehyung has to get out of bed because he needs to blow his nose and he’s out of tissues, and he can’t find his handkerchief from earlier anywhere. He also needs his next dose of allergy medicine. But mostly, he gets out of bed because he needs to sneeze again and he doesn’t want to risk waking Jungkook up at all.

It’s easy to extract himself from Jungkook’s embrace this time. He makes his way out to the kitchen, sitting at the counter and resting his head on his arms. As soon as he does, he’s sneezing, not bothering to cover his face because he’s a bit too tired for that. 

“uh-HDCHSH! HRESHSH! hhhhhSHCHUH!” 

Taehyung checks the time on the oven and sees that it’s only 3 in the morning. Unsure if he’ll be able to fall back asleep, Taehyung decided to take his medicine and eat breakfast instead– he had accidentally skipped dinner the night before, so now both his sleep schedule and his meal schedule are thrown off.  

Jungkook pads out to the kitchen an hour later to find Taehyung finishing up a bowl of cereal that he’s been very slowly munching on, struggling to eat with how congested he is.

“You sound like you have a cold,” he worried, sliding onto the stool next to Taehyung with a loud yawn. “I could hear your stuffy breathing from down the hall.” He pauses, resting his head on one hand and staring at Taehyung’s profile. “Are you sure you don’t have a cold?”

Taehyung pushes his nearly empty bowl away and turns to face Jungkook. “It’s you I’m worried about catching a cold. What are you doing without socks or a shirt on?” He frowns. “And you went to sleep with damp hair.”

Jungkook yawns and drags a hand over his face. “You’re overreacting.” 

“You know how easily you catch a ch-chill– ohh–! hhh-AASH’TCH!”

Jungkook raises an eyebrow, unamused. 

With an irritated sniffle, Taehyung frowns again. “Okay, that was bad timing,” he mutters. “But, you really are more susceptible to catching colds, bun.” 

“Mmhmm. And you’re more susceptible to pollen and dust particles?” Jungkook teases. Then, his face softens. “How are you feeling, by the way? When I left for work yesterday you sounded so bad. I knew you were gonna have a rough day.” 

Taehyung nods and swipes a finger under his nose. “I’ve mostly just been really sneezy. Jimin came over– oh, you already knew that,” he chuckles. “You sent him to check on me.”

Jungkook nods and yawns again into a fist.

Clearing his throat, Taehyung rests his head on Jungkook’s shoulder. “He told me about what…he told me why you had to stay late for work.”

Jungkook hums and Taehyung can feel the vibrations against his cheek.

“You work tomorrow too, right? Or– today?”

Looking at his phone, Jungkook nods. “Yep. I have to be at work in three hours.”

“Do you have to?” Taehyung whines.

Jungkook stiffens, looking worried. “Why? Do you think you’ll be okay here on your own? Or does it feel like it’s going to be another bad day?”

Taehyung lifts his head and shakes it. “No, I just mean–”

“Have you been taking your medication? And using the handkerchief I bought?”

Jungkook stands and makes his way to the front door, returning shortly with a small black bag that has Taehyung rolling his eyes. 

“You’re not seriously gonna give me a check up right now?” He asks, but Jungkook only continues.

He pulls out a penlight and a stethoscope from his bag. “Is your throat sore? You’re so congested, babe. Are you sure it's just allergies?”

Taehyung glares, but opens his mouth obediently when Jungkook asks him to. “Yes, I’m sure!” 

Jungkook taps underneath Taehyung’s chin and holds up his penlight. “Tilt your head up for me?”

“Jungkook,” Taehyung warns. He can feel his nose tickling again already. “I swear, if you shine that light up my nose, I’m gonna sneeze on you.” 

Jungkook shines the light up his nose anyway. “I work in healthcare, babe. Do you really think I’m worried about something like that?” 

“Kook,” Taehyung whimpers. “N-no, really, I’m gonna– hhh-AASH’TCH!”

“Everything is so swollen,” Jungkook murmurs, still trying to get a look up Taehyung’s nose as he snorts and snuffles. “But, your throat isn’t inflamed, so I think it’s just allergies.” 

“hhdh’ISHSHCH! HIIIHXSH! Ugh. I already know it’s just allergies!” 

Biting his lower lip, Jungkook tucks everything back into his bag. “I can send Jimin over to check on you again.”

Taehyung shakes his head, but he’s still not done with his own line of questions. “Do you have to go in to work?” He repeats. Before Jungkook can respond, he holds a hand up. “Not because of me. You’re exhausted. You’ve barely slept, and you had to stay late, and you had a hellish time at work yesterday.”

A long moment passes before Jungkook responds. 

“It’s part of the job, Taehyung.” His voice is soft, almost far-away sounding. His shoulder slump and he clears his throat. “One that I knew about when I went to med school. I will be fine.”  

He suddenly shivers visibly and wraps his arms around himself, and Taehyung frowns. 

“Not if you catch a chill, you won’t be fine.” Taehyung clicks his tongue. “You probably wouldn’t even stay home from work for that either, though,” he grumbles as an afterthought.

“Why do you sound so old fashioned?” Jungkook laughs. “What exactly do you consider to be “a chill”, hm?” He shakes his head. “If I come down with a cold, it will have nothing to do with the fact that you’re keeping the temperature in here so low.” 

He shivers again, and Taehyung points an accusing finger at him. “So you are cold!” He marches over to the thermostat, grinning triumphantly when he sees the number. “The temperature is exactly where you set it, bun. It’s not cold in here.” 

Jungkook pouts, then, his stubbornness giving way to the exhaustion that’s trying so desperately to cling to him.  

“Stop teasing me,” he whines. “I’m just cold because I’m sleepy.”

Taehyung is immediately back in front of Jungkook, wrapping his arms around him. “I know, bunny.” 

He leans forward and kisses the tip of Jungkook’s nose. When he pulls away, Jungkook blinks sleepily at him, a small smile on his face. Taehyung lifts his hand to caress Jungkook’s cheek and the younger man closes his eyes at the touch. 

“My poor, sleepy bunny,” he coos before kissing his nose once more. 

“Now,” Taehyung continues, voice firmer. “Here’s the plan. I’m going to order us food because we need to eat properly. And then you are going right to bed and sleeping until your alarm goes off for work. I will sleep in my own bed so I don’t disturb you.” He pauses, rubbing at his nose and sniffling as if to demonstrate the potential ways Jungkook might be disturbed. “When you get off work tomorrow– or, tonight, technically– we will cuddle the fuck out of each other. Sound good?”

“Did you say cuddle each other and fuck each other?” Jungkook smirks. “Yeah. Sounds so good.” 

Taehyung raises an eyebrow and looks down at his phone screen, placing an order for food delivery from a place that’s open 24/7. “Okay, sure. Let’s see how tired you are when you get off work.” He wrenches to the side with a sudden sneeze. “AHH’SHUH! Ugh. Or, how sneezy I still am.”  

After they eat, Jungkook gives Taehyung a dose of allergy medicine and then produces two clean handkerchiefs plus an unopened box of tissues. He makes him drink a full glass of water and then sets him up with another glass on his nightstand. 

“I really hope you’re feeling better later today,” he tells Taehyung, kissing the tip of his reddened nose fondly. 

Taehyung leads Jungkook to his bedroom and tucks him into bed with a kiss to his forehead. Sometimes, he thinks it’s silly that they each have their own room, since they sleep in the same bed more often than not, but it’s times like this when he’s thankful Jungkook will have a quiet place to rest, even if it’s just for a couple more hours.  

He falls asleep quickly once he returns to his own bed, stomach full of food and dosed with more medication. He’s confused when he wakes up about two hours later to a shuffling sound and then a quiet whisper. 

“Tae?”

Jungkook’s voice is hoarse– like he’s been crying, Taehyung realizes with a pang of sadness. 

He sniffles, rubbing at his nose, and then bobs forward with a tired, congested sneeze that feels more like a reflex than a response to any irritation. “hgshh-ahh!”

“Bless you.”

“Jungkookie?” Taehyung rubs at his eyes. “What time is it?”

Jungkook just wordlessly climbs into Taehyung’s bed, pulls the covers nearly all the way up over his head, and wraps his arms around Taehyung’s waist. He tucks his face under Taehyung’s chin, nosing along his jaw and sniffing, breathing in his scent for a minute, and Taehyung smiles.

“Sweet bunny, why are you awake?” 

Still silent, Jungkook buries his head in Taehyung’s chest. He doesn’t move after that, his breathing evening out into a quiet, rhythmic pattern. 

“I called in to work,” Jungkook whispers just as Taehyung is sure he’s fallen back asleep.

“What? Why? Are you feeling okay?” Taehyung pulls back so he can peer down at Jungkook, but Jungkook follows him, keeping his face pressed against his chest like he’s hiding. 

“Oh, Jungkookie,” Taehyung whispers, burying his face in Jungkook’s hair. 

And then immediately jerks away when Jungkook’s hair tickles his overly sensitive nose.

“Nnn-no– hhh! Shit, s-sorryhhh– ihhhh’HIIIXSH! HHHRESH! uh-HIIISHSH! uh-hhhHHH-HIIISHSH!” 

The four enormous sneezes leave him with a pounding headache and a runny nose and he immediately starts to apologize until he hears a strange noise- and it takes him a moment of sniffling and catching his breath before he realizes that it’s the sound of Jungkook chuckling very softly into his chest, mouth open and hot puffs of air coming out with each breath that Taehyung can feel through his shirt.

“Bless you,’ Jungkook murmurs after a moment. He snuggles even closer. “Love you.” 

Taehyung, pulling Jungkook as close as he possibly can, closes his eyes and smiles so wide his face hurts. “I love you too, honey bunny.” 

#bts sickfic #bts snz #allergy fic #allergic taehyung #taehyung snz #sick taehyung #caretaker jungkook #taekook au #bts au #mild angst #jungkook is sad #bts hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort

[7waystreet]

legacies | ch.1

synopsis — a fiery (y/n) newly enters a university campus dominated by the three trust fund brats. she’s not going to take their shit and they’re not going to let her off so easily either. will this rivalry evolve into friendship, lust or love?

genre — college drama, angst, slow burn

disclaimer — 18+ ; strong language and sexual content

chapter index:

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | coming soon

ch.1

Tongue smugly rolling in his cheek like he's got the biggest cock in the world, his doe eyes scan the lecture hall for his next victim the second he has stepped inside dripping in utmost arrogance. Tucking both of his thumbs into the leather belt on his crisp, black trousers, he pulls them up in an attempt to openly adjust his balls, a proud smile curling up on his thin lips at the sight of everyone lowering their gaze into their desk to avoid his intimidating one. Every student except for you, of course. He chuckles to himself when your eyes lock in with one another, as if you have just called on a death wish he's so happy to carry out for you, his long legs now strutting in your direction past several rows of seats with a pep in his step.

You're fascinated by his appearance despite his vain outward projection, which usually is a huge turnoff for you, but the satisfying balance between his visibly muscular body and childlike face somehow holds of much interest to you. His jet black hair's longer in the back, a soft twirl to the tips of his bangs parted in the center up front, which he's already messily pushed back with a run of his fingers a few times on his way over to you. The equally black and slim backpack he's carrying is loosely strapped onto one shoulder, almost ready to fall off any second, but it doesn't even look like he cares about losing it anyways.

"Get lost, you ugly fuck" he spits his vicious venom at the innocent guy sitting next to you, the poor kid jumping out of his seat right after hearing the boy's command like a lizard that's gotten its tail cut off. And just like that, you've instantly lost your growing interest in him, the way he's just needlessly treated his peer with such malice the cause of your undeniable irritation. The boy with the round eyes sinks down and occupies the newly emptied chair, his body then bossily turning to the side towards you, but before he can say a word, the sound of the metal doors slamming shut indicates someone's just entered the room.

"What's Jeon Jungkook done today?" your music composition professor routinely muses out loud, clearly having gaged the chilling silence definitely means something's off. His kitten shaped eyes hone in on none other than the pretty boy reclining back in his chair next to you, who's now stretching his legs out with a bored yawn before shamelessly lifting his polished black shoes up and resting them criss cross on top of the desk.

"I was just welcoming the new girl with open arms, Mr. Min" Jungkook shouts across the classroom while extending his arm out, the soft material of his white button up shirt grazing your shoulder as he snakes his arm around you, his palm vigorously squeezing the edge of your collarbone to unnecessarily assert his dominance. You internally cringe at this superfluous act of toxic masculinity, the need to want to instantly push him off bursting through you like a flame, but you hold yourself back from making a scene right then and there, not really wanting to start trouble on your first day at university. He breaks his eye contact with professor Min, now turning his head to the side in your direction again, a cocky smirk forming on the edge of his mouth as he flickers his gaze between your bemused eyes down to your frowning lips.

"My legs are open for you anytime too... if you want" Jungkook slyly whispers, barely audible this time so only your ears are met with his lewd comment, his disgusting nature now ticking you off beyond your own damn control.

"No thanks. I'd rather die."

The cast in his bambi eyes flips a dramatic switch at your instant blazing refusal to fall as his pitiful prey, a bruised anger firing up in them with each passing second while his jaw begins to clench. He lets out an offended sigh when you pick your hand up off of your thigh and smack it down on top of his, which is still assertively grasping at your collarbone. Your fingers then forcefully peel his grip off of you before you savagely throw his arm away, making it fall and pathetically hang in the air behind your chair.

"You're gonna pay for this, you bitch" he threatens between gritted teeth, the simple poker face you reply back with clearly catching him off-guard, as if you're the only person who's displayed an indifference towards his threats, like you're the only one not affected by the risk of being stifled by him. You've interacted with plenty of assholes like him before though, making him absolutely no special than the rest of them.

"Ahem right... well... uh, let's keep all of our body parts to ourselves then. Welcome to my class (y/n)! Feel free to reach out to me if you need any assistance — and get your feet off the desk, Jeon. NOW!"

Whipping your gaze away from Jungkook in a roaring flash, you smile and nod at the awkward little professor standing by the front board with respect, burying your head into your books right after while the insolent boy next to you curses and lowers his legs back down onto the ground. You're trying to follow along as Mr. Min goes over musical note formation and the theoretical approach to composition, but Jungkook keeps distracting you with the way he's incessantly typing out text messages on his phone under the desk, not paying any attention to the lecture whatsoever. He's getting nonstop replies back indicated by the constant buzzing of the phone on his lap, a soft slap of his palm on the desk top making you look up at his obviously stunning side profile, which you secretly hate to admit. "Finally."

Just as Jungkook's finished murmuring the word, the metal doors of the lecture hall fly open with a boom, two rather handsome yet unknown boys in their uniforms casually strolling in with ease as if they own the building. The one walking up front is slightly shorter than the lean boy lingering behind, the leader's tiny fingers running through his silky blonde hair with style before he slaps down a piece of paper on professor Min's table.

"A note from dean Kim. A new teacher's just joined the staff. You've to go greet her, Min."

You're shocked by how the boy speaks so informally with the professor, not even an ounce of respect in his tone of speech while he keeps boring into Mr. Min's eyes with an unusual powerful intimidation. You catch yourself wondering if all the boys at this university are so haughty and full of themselves, a rather discouraging feeling before you've even fully began your new experience here. The professor slowly looks down at the folded note, his pale veiny hands picking it up and opening it before cautiously reading each and every word, his gaze then turning up to the two boys still towering over him before he sternly mutters to the blonde one through pursed lips.

"Watch your attitude, Park Jimin."

"And you watch your paycheck. My dad might just cut you off if I slip in the word... See ya."

Your head immediately tilts towards Jungkook as his sadistic chuckle breaks the deep silence that's hollowed out the classroom after Jimin's nasty snap back at the professor. Quickly standing up in his seat, Jungkook looks down and throws daggers at you with one last mean look, then swaggering his way over to the front of the lecture hall just as Mr. Min begins timidly gathering his things in defeat.

"Who are these guys...?" you mumble to the classmate sitting on your other side, your chest rising up with an outrage after watching Mr. Min quietly exit the room in the most helpless looking way possible. The three boys unite and giggle together in a circle like the ridiculous jerks they are, the tallest one affectionately putting his arm around Jungkook's neck in a headlock as Jungkook high fives Jimin and starts gossiping with the both of them.

"Jimin and Taehyung are seniors, and Jungkook always hangs around them despite being our age. They're all legacies, you know? The rich kids who's families fund the university. No one dares to cross them... not even the professors. I'd stay away from them if I were yo—"

Your classmate's already hushed voice cuts to total silence when all three boys suddenly spin on their heels and turn around to face you, your eyes now widening with a tinge of uneasiness when Jungkook extends his arm up and points directly at you with his index finger.

"Hey! New girl! Come here!" Jimin loudly exclaims with a clap of his hands, his demeanor unnervingly off with how his plump lips crack into the prettiest smile all of sudden. His puppy eyes are practically shimmering with happiness as he keeps dreamily gazing into yours, his palm now excitedly waving at you and ushering you to start walking towards him.

"You're fucked..." is the last thing you hear your classmate mumble before you confidently stand up, both of your feet slowly creeping up towards the tall boys who are patiently waiting for you just up ahead.

The closer you inch in their direction, the more you get to observe the minute details of their facial features, their visuals sickeningly perfect like a timeless beauty, no doubt. Taehyung's got a straight nose and a set of almond shapes eyes, piercing into you with his steely gaze, although a softness lurks underneath his threat, that softness absolutely lacking in Jungkook's big terrorizing eyes that are ready to stab you anytime with their cold look. Jimin appears somewhat balanced with the most approachable body language out of the three of them, his overall stature less intimidating with his prettier spirit, a small smile now forming on your lips to mimic Jimin's when you finally stand in front of him with a slight nervousness settling in your throat, which you don't even really know why you're feeling.

"What's your name? I'm Jimin, this is Taehyung, and that's Jungkook! It's very nice to meet you" he kindly grins down at you, your eyes following his index finger as he points out his closest companions to you. Taehyung gives you a nod of acknowledgement with a faint hint of a smile, but Jungkook merely scoffs while rolling his eyes at you in pure disgust. Your palm begins to feel an increasing itch and desire to slap him hard across that soft little face of his, but you get distracted by how Jimin extends his arm out to you for a handshake.

"I'm (y/n). Thanks! It's nice to meet you too."

"Oooh that's a pretty watch! Is it new?" Jimin curiously questions as his eyes trail down to your wrist, his fluffy palm still holding onto yours even though you're done shaking hands. You're flattered by his sweet compliment, your heart fluttering against your own will by how he's not letting go of your hand, his effortless charm breaking your daze and making you fall into the trap of answering him with a buzz.

"It was actually my grandma's watch! She gave it to me as a keepsake before she passed away."

"Awww can I see it?"

You can't help but be stupidly whipped by Jimin's charisma, your enchanted brain unable to even register that in the moment, your set of fingers now swiftly curling around the band of your watch before you start unhooking it, your eyes still meeting Jimin's cute smiley ones. He smoothly lets your palm slip out of his clasp, taking the watch you're now handing to him with an eerie calmness to his actions, really observing the details on the vintage piece, which holds an incredible value in your heart.

"You wanna take a look at it too, Jungkookie? Oh shit... oops!" Jimin gasps in a big jolt when the watch falls out of his grip and hits the tiles with a clink, his body halfway turned back towards Jungkook since he was attempting to pass your item to the youngest one. What happens next leaves you in a state of wild trauma, your breath painfully halting in your chest after your eyes are met with the horrifying scene in front of you.

"Told you I'd make you pay" Jungkook loathingly hisses at you, his foot raising up and stomping out your watch with a crushing force, shattering your prized possession into tiny little pieces at once. The several sharp gasps from the students sitting behind you ground you back into reality after the terrible blow to your heart, a wetness starting to form on the rim of your eyelashes, although you're fighting your very best to hold back the brimming tears. You simply cannot allow the boys to win the satisfaction of getting to you, your insides shaking with a raging fury, although your outward composure remains as calm as you can physically maintain in the moment. Hold your honor high. Don't stoop to their dirty level.

"You shouldn't have done that, Jungkookie."

Your attention from your own thoughts fiercely diverts from Jungkook's menacing face to Taehyung's concerned look as he speaks out against the cruel boy, much to your surprise, but both Jungkook and Jimin ignore his words as if they didn't even hear him speaking. Taehyung's expressions turn dark while he sternly grits his teeth and lets out a deep sigh, bending down to rest his knees on the floor in order to help pick up the salvageable remains of your watch. You're beyond confused by this act, your mind not knowing whether to be warmed by Taehyung's touch of kindness or be suspicious of him even more, but regardless, you take a step forward to join him in the cleanup process. Jimin doesn't let you though, proceeding to stop you dead in your tracks by treading up and blocking your path with his wide chest shoving in your face.

"If you cross any one of us ever again, you'll be dealing with a worse fate."

Your skin crawls with goosebumps witnessing Jimin's personality switch from the oozing bubbly appeal to the mortifying death stare he's now threatening you with, your consciousness actually making you question his level of sanity. With one last look at your downcast lips, Jimin coldly snaps his head around and prances out of the lecture hall, his nose mightily pointing up to the ceiling while his boots obnoxiously clank onto the floor with each loud step. Taehyung's still delicately gathering the pieces of your watch scattered everywhere while Jungkook begins to foolishly giggle and wander in your direction, a smug smirk plastered on his face as he folds his arms across his chest and hovers in front of you exuding an annoying aura of pompousness.

"Maybe if you behave going forward, I might just pity you and buy you a new watch. A much classier one than that piece of shit you were weari—"

It all happens in a brisk flash, the deafening sound of your palm intensely slapping Jungkook's cheek echoing in the lecture hall like the crack of a whip, a dead silence following right after as Jimin stops walking and pauses by the metal doors. You can practically taste the tenseness encompassing the air in your mouth, all of the students now clenching to hold onto their breaths for dear life, an overwhelming amount of eyes strictly glued onto you and Jungkook.

Jungkook physically convulses from the anger surging up to his reddening face, his gaze peeling off of the floor and his head glowering up to stare into your eyes with the desire to kill you in that very moment embedded in those round orbs. Fully coming to terms with what you'd just brashly done, you instantly wish to escape out of this bumbling nightmare, your legs thinking for themselves even though your brain's numbing out, your body tumbling its way over to the door to exit out of the classroom without any additional confrontation with anyone. Catching a quick glance at Taehyung while you leave in a hurry, he throws you off completely with the gentle grin forming on his lips, his beaming eyes looking up at you and then at Jungkook with a thrill, as if he'd just enjoyed seeing the boy get a taste of his own medicine.

"Where do you think you're going, you bitch?! Come back here! This isn't over!"

Jungkook's screams can be heard even outside of the lecture hall, your shoulder brushing against Jimin's before you depart with full force, your petrified eyes only focused on the big long hallway up ahead of you instead of what you're leaving behind. You're not even sure where you're headed, your feet scurrying around in a frenzy as you try hard to increase the distance between you and the three boys as much as possible, now quite frankly lost in the humongous student campus. You think your mind's playing a trick on you when you suddenly hear a familiar voice yell out your name, your teeth digging into your bottom lip with the regret of being caught when you realize who it is by the sound of his soft raspy tone.

"Hey (y/n)! Wait up! Please."

Taehyung appears slightly breathless as he swiftly catches up to you, his long legs striding down the hallways in half the amount of time it took for you to reach here. He's got your backpack securely strapped onto one shoulder while his hands remain cupped, like he's holding onto something quite dearly. It isn't until he finally reaches all the way up to you that you realize he's got the leftover shattered pieces of your grandma's watch in his palms, a kind boxy smile gushing on his face as he extends his arms out to give you your belongings, leaving you in an utterly perplexed state of mind.

"Cheer up (y/n). This type of shit always happens around here. Now, come with me."

#jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #jimin x reader #jungkook smut #taehyung smut #jimin smut #jungkook au #taehyung au #jimin au #jungkook fanfic #taehyung fanfic #jimin fanfic #vminkook #vmin #jikook #taekook #방탄소년단 #bts smut #bts x reader #bts fanfic

[bleuside97]

There is Only One Rule.

paring: toxichusband!jungkook x wife!reader

genre: yandere jungkook

summary: when y/n get home late and jungkook is waiting for her.

warnings: Jungkook is an asshole in this, abusive behavior, drunk and aggressive Jungkook, manipulative behavior, cussing, manhandling, bipolar jungkook, sadistic Jungkook, mentions of gagging, jealousy, degrading oc, oc is punished by jk.

This is purely fiction just for entertainment purposes. Do not condone or support behavior like this!

Jungkook kisses his teeth, shaking his head. "Ah... What can she be doing out so late." He pressed his lips against the rim of the cold beer in his hand, closing his eyes letting the cold sensation trickle down his his throat. That was the last drop left of his drink. He rest the empty bottle on the coffee table that was in front of the chair. He leans back in the chair, kicking his feet on the coffee table in thought. Resting his tattooed arm above his head and the other arm scratching his chin. The cans and empty bottles of soju pile around the floor. Currently, it's early in the morning he awaits for your arrival, watching the minutes go by on the clock. His eyes turned to the front door as he heard the sound of keys unlocking it. You walked into your dark house, tired out of your mind. You just had the night of your life with a couple of friends and want nothing more to do than be in your loving husband's arms. You turned to lock the front door, taking off your shoes before the door.

His eyes narrowed at the sight of you. "Where the fuck were you?" He demanded, finally standing up from the couch. "Relax, I was just with a couple friends." Your voice is monotone. You pause in your steps, you stretch your arms above your head to yawn. You eyes land on the only other person in the room. You take in his appearance. He moved sloppy and slurred his words a bit. He's drunk. Nevertheless you go to kiss him on the cheek. He backs away slightly, he was clearly pissed off. Pushing you slightly away when you tried to kiss him. He crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at you menacingly.

"You know what time it is? You were supposed to be home hours ago. What is my wife's explanation for coming home at almost the crack of dawn?" He stared down at you waiting for a response.

"What's up your crack?" You muttered under your breath, making sure Jungkook didn't hear you. "I didn't know you were my dad. Next time I'll make sure to ask for permission first." Y/n rolls her eyes and carries her tired legs to the kitchen to get herself a meal out of the fridge. He follows you to the kitchen, standing behind you as you fill up a cup from the fridge. He grabs your arm, spinning you around to face him.

"Don't you fucking dare disrespect me!" He growls, his eyes blazing with fury. He shoves you hard against the fridge, pressing his body against yours. The back of your head immediately hits the cold metal throbbing immediately.

"You will never talk to me like that again." His once dark brown eyes become dark. He looks down at you intensely. His hands remain at the side of your head locking you in. "Jungkook stop!" You whined pushing your husband off her with all your might, he only stumbled a bit before catching himself. He takes a minute to walk straight towards you. He chuckles eerily as his hands worked to unbutton his cuffs and roll the sleeves of his crisp black button up to the elbow, telling you he is not playing around. When your husband is drunk, there's only one rule don't make him mad.

"Yah! Where are your manners is that how a wife should treat her husband, huh?” His voice is so powerful it is laced with hostile, enough to make you feel small. You looked at him to digest the situation not knowing who it can turn out. Maybe you where fucked out of your mind too, not thinking straight. Because you were most definitely brave at this moment. "Jungkook, who do you think you are huh." You answered bravely before you could see something in the Jungkook switch. The look in his eyes was cold and ruthless, as if he was ready to hurt you. And that scared you the most.

You wanted to say that Jungkook had never acted so aggressive before but that would be a lie. "Look at me y/n." He commands you in his busan accent. You look into his dark eyes, you don't see the same doe eyed man you, you knew before. He narrows his eyes at you menacingly, if looks can kill you'd be dead by now. "Sweetheart, I should really fix that mouth of yours... Just how rude are you? One warning was already given to you, now you will get the apprehensions."

Your eyebrows furrowed, giving him a confused look. You hesitate to utter another word. "Honey, are you drunk?" You asked the new man standing in front of you. He ignores your question, nodding his head kidding his bottom lip out. "Do you think I want to be like this? Do you think I like being so aggressive? No! I can't help it, I can't control myself when I'm around you. You make me lose all control. So you should be more careful around me. This is your fault, y/n." Jungkook's tone is cold as ice as if he doesn't feel an inch to blame for his abusive behavior.

He stands beside the counter grabbing your hand pulling you to the sink of the kitchen. He forcefully pushes your head down the sink, hand reaching for the soap. You try your hardest to fight against him. Yelling and thrashing out, but he didn't listen to you. He positions his body behind you his big strong arms wrap around your smaller frame like a lock. "Y/n. You know how much I can't stand when I have to repeat myself.” Through brute force he is able to force your mouth wide open and shoved the bitter liquid. He watches you with a smile as you react by gagging your hand in your mouth. He enjoyed seeing the tears leave your eyes. When Jungkook feels as if you've had enough he with water helps you rinse the cleaning substance out of your mouth. Soon enough all over the soap leaves you a chocking and crying mess on the counter. You try to catch your own breathe. He steps away from you admiring is his work. But soon, enough he feels only a tad guilty.

He grabs your wrists again, squeezing them tight. He pulls them behind your back, pressing your body against his. You could feel his warm breath on your neck, his voice low and menacing. she turns her face away from him as he reeks of beer. He grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. His eyes turned a shade lighter.

"Aigoo, I didn't mean to be so rough." he apologizes, seeming genuinely remorseful. He gives you a weak smile, hoping you will understand. He pouts his pink lips to you.

He reaches out and touches your cheek, caressing it gently. His eyes meet yours, filled with such warmth and affection. He looks at you with such devotion, as if you were the most important person in the world to him. He stops nuzzling your neck, his face just inches away from yours.

He gazes at you with such fondness and affection, his eyes filled with now love. You eyes now unsure if you can look at him the same. He seems completely smitten with you, as if all his anger has disappeared. "I'm sorry" he apologizes again, seeming genuinely remorseful. "I got carried away, I let my jealousy and possessiveness get the better of me. You have to understand, I'm afraid of losing you" he explains, "Y/n, let's go to bed now."

a/n edited: let me know if you like this one ... should i keep doing fics like this. I love writing yandere but maybe this is too abusive. But the real question is why am I writing fics like this so casually? and trust me i have many more yandere fics in mind. like idea wise and i basically have the whole brainstorming thing down. but it would really be amazing if I can collab with someone to write them with.

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[kimthwariru]

Like the wind

pairing: Taehyung x reader

(+Jungkook)

genre: smut, enemies to lovers, angst, collage au, rich kid!Taehyung

Masterpost

Chapter 3: flashbacks

You were used to having cold showers by now. You’d first tried it when you’d read on some health site that it was supposed to help with skin and stress. You didn’t know about the skin part, but you truly felt way more relaxed when you showered with cold water. You’d get so distracted with how cold it was, that there was no time to overthink—a task you often did while showering. Something you truly did not need right now.

Because there was a list of questions in your head waiting to be checked out. Questions you had no answers to, and would probably never get.

Why was Kim Taehyung such an asshole?

Why did he act the way he did?

Why did he fuck you over like that?

How can someone place a bet over who they’re fucking?

That dude was disgusting, but what was worse was the fact that, for mere moments, you’d fallen for his lies. You thought that maybe, there was something there. That maybe that boy you’d met years ago was starting to resurface.

But no. Kim Taehyung was a fucking monster who didn’t care about anyone’s feelings but his own.

Frustration clawed at your chest as you closed your eyes under the ice cold water.

Your mind travels to Marloom 4 years ago, a port near Outfield where fishermen and boat crew mostly lived. It was probably the poorest region outside the wall, which was why you were so surprised when you saw Taehyung there, sitting at the edge of the deck, his bare feet brushing along the waves. He was like a picture.

“y/n!” He’d called out “check this out” he’d showed you a book you’d been trying to get your hands on forever which unfortunately, was limited edition and way out of your budget.

“No way!!” You smiled “How did you even manage to get that?”

He shrugged his shoulders “The publishing company works for my dad” he handed it to you “it’s yours”

“You’re kidding!?”

“No, take it. Read it and tell me if it’s worth the trouble.”

“Of course I will. Thanks, Tae”

He smiled at that, but his expression quickly faded into a sad grimace “Hey, are you alright? What are you doing in Marloom anyway?”

“I don’t feel lonely here. Local folks don’t even recognize my face, to them I am just a teenager, not Kim Taehyung, so they will scold me for chasing ducks, yell when I steal the ropes to climb some tree… there’s even an old lady that gives me these vanilla cookies every Sunday, somehow they make me feel less lonely”

You’d basically forgotten that Kim Taehyung was this well known prince of Hashfield that would take his father’s place one day. His face would feature in many magazines. ‘Prince Charming’ was one of the many nicknames given to him by the media, but, to you, he’d always been Tae.

“Did I tell you about the novella I’ve been reading?” You tried to change the subject the minute you saw his eyes turning sad. Today would’ve been a month since his mother had left without even saying goodbye, or where she was going.

“About the knight who doesn’t know whether to speak or die.? I think you told me already.”

Obviously you had mentioned it and forgotten. “Yes.”

“Well, does he or doesn’t he?”

A handsome young knight is madly in love with a princess. And she too is in love with him. Though she seems not to be entirely aware of it.

Despite the friendship the blossoms between them or perhaps because of that very friendship, the young knight finds himself so humbled and speechless

He knows they are from two different worlds. The princess was to marry soon, and he’d be serving the new king until the day he died.

So, despite his feelings, he's totally unable to bring up the subject of his love.

Till one day he asks the princess point blank

Is it better to speak or to die?

“Better to speak, she said. But she’s on her guard. She senses a trap somewhere.” You replied

“So, does he speak?”

“No, he fudges.”

“Figures. People never say what they truly feel”

“If you speak, you risk rejection, or worse. The knight could be exiled from the kingdom. . .But if you don't speak, then you keep the words inside you, you essentially kill them, let them die with you, and you risk nothing. Which one would you choose?”

His honey eyes reached yours and for a second you’d forgotten your name. “I’m not sure which would be more suitable…”

He made a pause.

“To expose your depth and your darkness, to expose the most personal parts of yourself? To present yourself to the world with your skin flipped inside out? Or to keep a fire bubbling within, never unburdening yourself by letting go of the passionate energy pounding in your lungs? To suffocate, never releasing the words from your throat. To die with a legacy or to have your beliefs, mind, thoughts remain unknown, to let your mind leave with your body. A well known library book or a diary that has never been invaded. Realistically, I’d choose to die, but I knew I would regret it later on”

You loved the way his mind worked. The way he’d analyze situations the same way you did. But you couldn’t help but see he was in sorrow, his eyes would wonder around, because maybe if they met yours for too long they’d uncover how hurt he was. “Look I know you don’t wanna talk about it. . .but what you said earlier, about feeling lonely. I feel like that all the time. I’m only saying this because I want you to know you’re really not alone in that feeling. In case you think you are.”

He averted his stare from the sea to your eyes “You know what’s really funny? When I seem to get really lonely you’re the person that happens to be there…and…I guess, I’m lucky for that because you seem to have a soothing effect on me. You know, the things I would normally worry about, they don’t really feel that warring when I talk to you”

Fuck.

You close your eyes and let the water drops his your face. Cold showers were the only thing that prevented you from overthinking, but it looks like this time, your thoughts had taken over.

Taehyung P.O.V

It was cold.

Not that he expected to find warmth and comfort, but he couldn’t help but notice it seemed to be colder than usual. While he walked down the silent corridors, Taehyung wondered when was the last time this house had felt like a home, and not just a shelter with a roof under which he barely existed.

He guesses it was a long time ago. Before his mother had left. The process took him back to a long lost summer, too many years ago, when the walls were still vibrating with life and happiness. That there was even a time in which he had walked barefoot, with just his trunks on in the middle of the winter, without feeling cold, was such a preposterous thought he sometimes wondered whether it had really happened at all, or it was just a fantasy his mind had made up.

It was not a fantasy, and he knew it.

Taehyung knew there was a time he had loved his life, and that he was believed to be destined for greatness. To inherit this big empire his dad had carefully laid out for him.

All bullshit. 

He quickly pushed these pointless thoughts to the corner of his mind where they belonged, to focus on the more pressing matter of why his house had suddenly become as cold as the Antarctic. The answer to that question came when he noticed that every single fireplace was empty.

“Fucking hell” he muttered

It was Maya’s fault - as always - but he couldn’t bring himself to summon their head maid to tell her she had yet again forgotten to light the fire, mostly because it would have just made her cry for thirty minutes, promising him that she’d be more attentive next time. But no matter how many times Maya promised, she always forgot and, to be honest, he didn’t care any more.

Taehyung was conscious this house had long lost its past glory, with the cold that now covered every piece of furniture and treasure his family had been so proud of. He vaguely remembered his father showing off a miniature greek statue of Achilles, whose head was covered in gold, to a distinguished member of the British Royal family, and wondered what his old man would have thought if he knew his son had used the priceless treasure as a target, and had concluded its existence by flinging the remains into the fire.

 After having lit all the fireplaces, he sank heavily into an old velvet armchair and grabbed the bottle on the small table on his left. Not even bothering to acknowledge what it was - honestly it didn’t make any difference - he uncorked it and began to drink straight from the neck.

Irish.

It was definitely Irish whiskey. Although not The Macallan, or perhaps it was just the shittiest bottle ever produced by that brand.

Taehyung took another long swig, Macallan or not it perfectly served its aim. Unfortunately, his busy drinking was interrupted by the sudden appearance of their head maid, Maya.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, sir,” she squeaked in her high-pitched voice, “but mister Logan has come to see you.”

He closed his eyes and set his jaw, mentally cursing his bad luck. “Where is he now?”

“I’m here.”

Logan Everett’s slow deep voice forced Taehyung to lift his eyelids. Time hadn’t been kind to the former Minister of justice, the black of his hair had long ago disappeared to make room for a pure white, his forehead wrinkled and it seemed he needed aid from an emerald embedded cane in order to stand up straight. But time hadn’t been kind to Taehyung either, so he wisely opted to not share his thoughts.

“Hello, uncle Logan” were the words he greeted him with instead, after dismissing Maya with a nod, and before lifting his left arm to offer him the liquor. “Want some? I’m afraid it’s not Macallan but it gets the job done”

Logan twisted his lips into a disapproving grimace as he proceeded to sit on the armchair opposite to him. “It’s 5 o’clock in the afternoon, Taehyung.”

“Do I have to take that as a no, thank you ?”

“Obviously.”

Was it ten years ago? He recalls that’s the last time he’d seen Logan Everett this close. He’d phone Taehyung from time to time, make sure he wasn’t drunk driving himself into a ditch, but other than that, Taehyung’s godfather was nothing but a ghost in his life.

His father’s best friend.

Funny, considering Logan was somewhat of a decent human being, or just, a human being—unlike his father. When his mother was still here, Logan along with his late wife vacationed with them every summer. Taehyung remembers himself running around in Verona, Italy. Logan chasing after him.

It was warm then, unlike now; Taehyung was freezing.

“Is he here? Your father?”

Taehyung took his time to drink again and then shook his head. “No.” Thankfully

“Does he plan to come back soon?”

“As far as I know, he is having the time of his life finalizing some deal in Germany so… no.” He cocked his eyebrows while staring at his Godfather. “What do you need from him?”

To state that the relationship between Logan and his father had deteriorated was an utter underestimation, since the two of them had barely spoken in those long years. When Taehyung had asked why —when he still cared—the cryptic answer Logan gave him was “he destroyed something I cared about”

Nothing surprising there. Ruining others’ lives was his father’s expertise, as Taehyung knew from first hand experience.

“I heard he’s getting you engaged with the Arden family.”

“I’m not getting engaged with anyone” Taehyung replied immediately, taking another sip of Irish while his eyes stayed on the older man.

“Unfortunately, I don’t think it’s your choice to make, kid”

“Uh I’m pretty sure I can’t get engaged if I don’t consent. My dad may be rich but he is not God. Besides, what’s the worst he could do? Exile me from Hashfield? He’d be doing me a favor”

“You’re speaking nonsense” Logan’s hands wrapped around the cane in frustration “Believe it or not, The wall is here to protect you son. To get to the level of wealth your father is right now, he had to make a lot of enemies, powerful people, who would love nothing but his only heir outside the wall, unprotected.”

Every word Logan spoke made less sense than the other “What do you even mean?”

“The less you know the better” There was no hesitation in Logan’s speech. He slowly got up and paced towards Taehyung. Resting a palm in his shoulder “You’re getting older Taehyung, you’re not a little boy anymore.” There was a pause “Get engaged with the Arden Lady. . .people like us, living in our world, we don’t marry for love… but power. We build walls higher than the rest, because we have way more to loose”

The smell of expensive paint, deodorant, high-end perfume, and cigarettes entered your nostrils as you opened the door.

“You need anything madam?” Celine’s maid greeted you, making you feel more out of place than ever. Maids, palaces for homes and stadium like gardens made you question your existence in Hashfield everyday.

“No, thank you” you honeyed your voice. These people were working class—like you. You’ve seen the way insiders treated their staff and it made you sick to your stomach every time, you figure that’s how they’d treat you had you not been accepted into Hashfield College.

“This way, madam”

You look around.

Imagine the interior of the Palace of Versailles—or perhaps those gorgeous buildings in Florence were more like it— gold, marble, mirrors. Large and heavy-looking curtains draped down the sides of the extensive windows and the floor was this sturdy polished oak wood. The contrast between the light colours and the dark ones was just perfectly balanced. It was extraordinarily aesthetically pleasing. You felt so out of your league you thought you’d stain the place.

Underneath all the chemicals you perceived, you could distinguish the smell of wood, which was probably because of the floor. Your eyes glazed over the gorgeous cream-coloured walls, which were decorated with the most awe-inspiring golden ornaments. The place was definitely for the elite. And if the walls weren’t a perfect indication then the silk, ruby red, one of a kind dress Celine was wearing certainly was.

“Y/n!, hey! what’s up?” Jin called you out the minute he laid eyes on you. He’d been extra protective this week, texting you every day to see if you wanted him to bring god damn ice cream like it would make this whole ‘bet’ scandal go away.

It was sweet of him, it really was, but the embarrassment that washed over you when everyone learned about the bet Taehyung had made over who was going to fuck you first, was not going to get better with fucking ice cream.

“Hey guys” you acknowledged everyone in the room. You hadn’t made eye contact with Zed since that night—and you weren’t planning on making any today—your stomach dropped to your knees every time you thought about what had happened.

Kim Taehyung fucked up the relationship between the only insiders you hanged out with.

“Y/n, you know we’ve all been talking about how much of a dick Taehyung is…” Jiyeon started. An apologetic look on her face.

Fucking great.

You specifically had texted Jin about wanting to avoid this situation. He’d promised this would just be a simple hang out with friends, maybe drink a little wine to pass the time and then go back home.

You did not want to talk about the bet that had been placed without your consent. Especially in front of Zed who was swirling his whiskey like it was freaking talking to him.

“What he did was… terrible, he’s always been such an A-hole to girls. But betting over such a thing?” She shook her head “That’s low. Even for him”

“True” added Celine

“Guys. Really. It’s fine” you tried to mask your emotions with a smile “Can we talk about something else?. . . Anything”

• • •

Billie Holiday played softly from the pool radio. Condensation dripped down crystal glasses, and silverware glinted in the bright sunlight. It was a chilly October afternoon, the steady breeze being the perfect interlude.

The chairs were soft, the food was good, and the wine was worth twice your house, but it could only be so comfortable having dinner with a bunch of insiders.

“Anyway, I heard the Arden family is settling matters with The Kim cooparation—”

“Jiyeon.” The word was a low warning from Zed’s spot at the table.

She rolled her eyes and took a deep drink of wine, but she spoke no more.

You couldn’t care less about this conversation. What Taehyung’s father did was none of your business, they could all go drown and you wouldn’t think about it twice—or once— for that matter.

You always pondered Jiyeon’s and Zed’s relationship though. They did appear to find each other annoying, Zed would talk shit about Jiyeon sometimes and so would she. But then you figure, most of these insiders weren’t really friends with each other, they just existed in the same place at the same time. Much like now. Including yourself.

Jin—your only actual friend among these people— was sitting next to you though hadn’t said a word, except for some oddly-timed chuckling. His mind was clearly traveling somewhere else.

Trevor was apparently already devouring his third stake. Making another rude remark towards the house server while downing what seemed to be a liter of Syrah wine all by himself.

And then there was Celine. Whom you knew was the person that tolerated you less from here and didn’t care about not making it obvious.

Celine was your polar opposite. Where you were quiet, she spoke with abandon and laughed loudly. Where you were demure, well . . . she’d stuck her gum to her cloth napkin before eating her pasta, twirling it around the fork at least a hundred times to make sure nothing was getting spilled on her precious dress.

Low chatter and the scraping of silverware filled the yard, but beneath that lay a tense air that wouldn’t dissipate, an uncomfortable vibe the breeze wouldn’t take with it. Everyone seemed to be easily chatting amongst themselves, so maybe it was just you. You tried to brush it off.

Jiyeon —despite Zed’s orders— didn’t stay quiet for long, though she no longer spoke about insider business gossip. She changed the subject to horse racing. That was an acceptable conversation many joined in on.

However you couldn’t help but think about the question Taehyung had made.

“Why are you here?”

Why were you here? Hashfield is a cold shallow place that’s filled with people you don’t like. Their view of the world was so superficial, human relationships were glib, basically meaningless. No one cared what values their friend had, as long as they had more than five cars on their parking lot.

You couldn’t be more different. Your favourite literary period was the Romantic for crying out loud. . .and it was the same for music and art. There was something about the music from the Romantic period which enamoured you. Genuine emotions came through the music. Every time you listened to Chopin, something rooted inside you pushed you to dance. Perhaps the expressiveness, emotions, and escapism were the factors that drew you towards the Romantic period. You wanted to waltz through a room, carefree. Your body moving along to one of Chopin’s masterpieces instead of sitting across from a bunch of insiders.

Maybe you were a coward, but you were glad you didn’t have to sit near Zed. You were carrying out this carefree facade all evening and had a polite response for anything—as inappropriate as the comments could sometimes be when insiders were drinking—but with him, words were at a loss for you. You felt tongue-tied around him, tilted off your point of gravity, and truthfully just embarrassed, as though a blush permanently warmed your skin. It might be unpleasant speaking to him, but it was too easy to look in his direction.

You cringed as you recall what had happened.

-One week ago, Clair’s party-

Your mother used to smoke at the kitchen table in her nightgown after she and your father would scream the house down. So, naturally, you’d picked up her habit of smoking during stressful times.

With your cheeks burning in anger and the cigarette in your hand, it wasn’t lost on you that the apple really doesn’t fall that fucking far from the tree. Kim Taehyung was a fucking asshole just like his father was rumored to be. But for whatever reason, you realize that you’re more mad at yourself for thinking the opposite for even a second.

You closed your eyes and mentally cursed at yourself when you saw Zed approach you.

“Kim Taehyung” Zed’s voice was a low growl “What a fucking idiot”

“Yeah Zed, I know. That bet was stupid and embarrassing and I’m sorry you got dragged down into it-“

“I mean—is he out of his mind? If I was really trying to fuck you I’d be working much harder, trust me. . . Who does he think he is? He thinks he’s better than me or something?”

Wow.

That was definitely not the reaction you were expecting. Zed was a fucking idiot. He’s obviously intoxicated— but you like to call alcohol the truth serum, so yeah, fuck him.

“Oh really? That’s what you’re so mad about? That you think you could fuck me first?” you let anger sip into your tone

Zed’s eyes widened in embarrassment when he realized his tongue had run faster than his brain “No, y/n look—“ he stammered “all I’m saying is he shouldn’t have placed that bet alright? I mean, I wouldn’t want to fuck you anyway”

You gave him a deadly stare

“That came out wrong! I’m sorry—all I’m trying to say is-“

“Honestly, I bet that whatever you’re trying to say isn’t even important, so how about you get out of my sight?”

Why was it such a surprise to you that Zed was as much of an asshole as the others?

You kept feeling naive lately.

Lunch continued with meaningless chatter, good food and drink, but the tension never dissipated. It sat there, uninterrupted. Like an echo before the words were even spoken.

You remember the first time you met Mina and Namjoon. They were both decently shy kids that gravitated towards each other because their mums were best friends. Seokjin came on later in the picture, Mina was skeptical about him at first because he was an insider, but his true colors surfaced and everyone realized he was a decent human being unlike the rest of them. Eventually, you four became close and the rest was history.

“Feels good to party outside the wall after so long huh?” Seokjin’s smile had basically reached his ears as he handed you a drink

“You can’t imagine” you quickly agreed “I’d forgotten people actually danced at parties”

“How did Mina manage to make such cool friends in Uni? I swear she self diagnosed herself with social anxiety last year.” Namjoon added

“I heard that, asshole” Mina suddenly made an appearance from Namjoon’s back. “And I promised my self I’d change unlike you” she downed what was left of her drink “You’ve made like… two new friends? And one of them is your cousin” she burst a laugh.

But her laughter soon faded away once she made eye contact with you “How are you doing?” She made a pause “Kim Taehyung. That asshole, I hope his house burns down or something.”

“He has like three whole mansions” you rolled your eyes and smiled at her

“Whatever” she took a sip

Four drinks in was when you decided that a bathroom break was more needed than you’d thought.

Stumbling a bit along the narrow hallway, you managed to find your way into the bathroom. To be fair, it was much easier to navigate a normal house as opposed to the three story mansions you were used to these past months.

“Ahh somebody would think you’re stalking me, angel“

Your heartbeats collided with a crash at the familiarity of the voice.

A burning rush of recognition ran down your spine as you met Jungkook’s heavy gaze. Brown doe eyes hugged by thick long eyelashes and a killer smile.

Jungkook was so much more dangerous than he looked. But that was what made him lethal. Because just by looking at those sweet eyes and that picture perfect smile, you wouldn’t be able to imagine how easy it would be for him to break your heart.

What was he even doing here? This was a one hour drive from Hashfield, and a party filled with people that didn’t really match his ‘status’.

You weren’t curious enough to ask.

“Move” was what you spat at him instead.

“Damn y/n. . . You’re breaking my heart”

Why had your name rolled of his tongue like he was more than familiar with it? Well you guess, because it was. . . Considering the fling you two had back in the day.

Another experience ruined by Kim Taehyung.

“Oh I’m sure you’ll get over it. Now, move”

He smiled.

An outrageous smile.

“Since when did you become such an ice queen?”

An even more outrageous question. “Uhh I don’t know, maybe since you and your little friends constantly fucked me over?” It’s ridiculous that you’re even talking to him right now, but somehow you couldn’t hold yourself back.

This hallway was narrow, narrower than you’d like. So when you tried to make your way past him, it was easy for him to pull you back with a simple hand movement.

He suddenly seemed to get ahold of his drunk self “Y/n about that… I just wanted to say I’m sorry, it was a shitty thing to do”

“Yeah, you think?” You don’t hold back the anger and bitterness sip into your tone, Jungkook deserved nothing less. “Let go”

An evil grimace formed, and the way he slightly came closer made your stomach drop. “I don’t really want to”

“I can smell the alcohol in your breath, Jungkook. Let go”

“I can assure you I’m very sober right now” he followed your order and took a step back, letting your hand slide down his fingers

You hadn’t talked to Jungkook since the whole fiasco between you him and Taehyung, yet this moment was enough to remind you the pull he had on you.

An annoying pull you had no control over.

“Y/n, I really am sorry. . . About everything”

You took a long sight, forgiving Jungkook for all the bullshit he’d done in the past was not on today’s to-do list. “Apologizing doesn’t take what you did back. It just puts me in a shitty position of having to decide wether you’re worth forgiving or not.”

“I know. I know. It’s selfish of me to say it now but uhm, I don’t think I’d get another chance so…”

“I get it, but I don’t think I’m ready to forgive you Jungkook.” You breathed in a shallow breath as you walked passed him and got into the bathroom.

It was the right thing to do. Jungkook was not the person you needed to talk to right now.

You closed your eyes and the mumbled music brought you back to the last time you had actually talked to him.

Outfield central club, two years ago

“I’m telling you pink brings out your eyes you should wear it more often” you jokingly pushed his shoulder. Jungkook didn’t need any color to bring out his eyes, they did a fine job being the center of attention on their own.

He smiled and pulled you closer by grabbing your waist. A signature move of his, you’d wondered how many girls had fallen for that trick. “There you go, romanticizing me again” he stood still but his eyes burned with intensity. “It’s too late for me, angel. I destroy everything beautiful that comes into my life”

That was not entirely wrong.

Sure, you and Jungkook had become extremely close this past year, the closest you’d been with an insider besides SeokJin and well, Kim Taehyung. But you felt comfortable around him, playboy reputation aside, there were times when he seemed genuine, sincere and kind.

Despite his rumors, Jungkook was not a bad person, which is surprising considering he hanged out with the devil himself, Kim Taehyung.

You and Jungkook clicked. You liked the same bands, enjoyed the same movies felt the same way when Jenna Jones and Brandy broke up. (She was too good for him)

“I don’t believe that. I think you’ve just convinced yourself that your not worth something serious because when you start to really care about someone it scares you”

His eyes got bigger “I care about you, and I’m not all that scared”

Gosh with the way he was smiling right now he had to have known how much you’d been crushing over him this past year.

You sighted. You wanted to put a chink in the ice he wore like armor. Stepping closer you ran a finger across his jawline, your voice soft “You have such a handsome face. Does it always get you everything you want?”

“Almost”

There was something so significant about that single word it put a hitch in your breath. “I bet one look from you can make women swoon at your feet”

He grow, probably annoyed that you brought up his popularity again. “Yet here you stand, perfectly not swooned”

You laughed lightly “Oh I wouldn’t say that”

He stared down at you.

You stared up at him.

As a corner of his lips lifted, You realized you were amusing him. “What?” You broke the silence

“Nothing” he shook his head “I shouldn’t really be here, Taehyung would kill me”

“What does Taehyung have to do with this?” You said firmly. Pretending the mere mention of his name didn’t bring your blood to boil.

“He’s just weird about me talking with you. He thinks we shouldn’t mix” he let out a breath

“We? As in. . . outsiders and insiders?”

He was a fucking asshole

“Cmon angel. . . You know how he is”

“Well, fuck him” You said, trying to take a step back, but his hand went to your lower back and drifted to the top of your ass. Your stomach tightened with unease.

Jungkook had always been subtly inappropriate—his fingers just grazing things they shouldn’t. Close enough to make you pleasantly uncomfortable, but not too close to where it would be considered something. If he went further, would you be able to handle it?

Jungkook pulled back to look you in the eye, but his hand didn’t leave you. Something crawled under your skin. You realized at this moment why you couldn’t escape the spell he seemed to have everyone under.

He buried his head on your neck before pulling back again “I could smell you all day, you know that?”

You stared at his big bright innocent eyes. Jungkook was the picture perfect son, or that’s what every magazine wrote, at least. He was kind and flirty to everyone, and could make every person in the room feel happy just by flashing a smile. That’s why he was so popular in the media. But what you found the most intriguing about his appearance, however, was the dark ink that showed through his white dress shirt. It was vague, but you thought it went all the way from his shoulder to the gold watch on his wrist. Jeon Jungkook had a full sleeve. You knew that «good kid» look was all smoke and mirrors.

He was looking at you as if he’d felt you observing him “I feel like you get lost in that head of yours sometimes” his smile was a soft one, the one he’d flash the paparazzi sometimes when he wanted to take an innocent looking picture.

“What can I say, thinking is my favorite hobby” you joked

“So. . . what do you think about me?” That smile never left his face

That you’re dangerous “I can be honest?”

“Please be”

“I was skeptical about you at first, I mean, your crowd, you know, they don’t have the best reputation, especially amongst outsiders. But as I got to know you, I’ve found that you’re the best exception to the rule ever”

“I am?” His eyes looked as if he’d succeeded at something

“Yeah, you are” your pulse leapt into your throat at the thought of your next words “I think I really like you, Jungkook—”

His name wasn’t even properly out of your mouth yet his lips locked on top of yours. He sucked slightly on your bottom lip, and he tasted as sweet as his reputation had been.

It was two days later that Taehyung had told everyone Jungkook hitting on you was a total prank.

You felt destroyed, defeated, because you had honestly fallen for Jungkook, but the disgust took every single feeling away. It took over your body for months, and you cried it out until you felt numb to it.

How shitty does a person have to be to do that? Yet how easily could you forget everything Taehyung had done to you? Your mind took you back to the «sober corner» and reminded you of everything you and Taehyung did together. But mostly what was more fucked up was how intense your feelings were for him. A person that never did right by you.

You closed your eyes shut and with a deep breath you let all the anger wash out of you. You decided that the pitty party was over as you had a very real party waiting for you on the other side of that door.

• • •

It had maybe hit four when Namjoon had finished throwing up for the third time tonight.

“What do you think y/n? Three or four months of teasing for this?” Mina bumped you in the shoulder

“I don’t know Mins” you let a laugh out “Let him live a little, he’s had a rough week”

So had you.

“You turned soft y/n, is it the change of the wall?” She teased

“Oh yes! Cause being around insiders all day turns me into such a softie!”

She chuckled at that but after a moment her eyes turned serious “You sure you don’t want to talk bout it?”

“Mina, don’t” you warned “Talking about it won’t change anything”

“It might change how you feel”

“I doubt it” You faked a smile, knowing Mina wouldn’t buy it anyway “So tell me all about that guy from the Kim’s firm!! What was his name? C something? It definitely had an E there was well—”

“Cedric, his name is Cedric” she rolled her eyes “Yeah well, I think he likes me. . . I mean he was aallll over me earlier” she smiled to herself.

“Well duh!!” You made a noise of acknowledgment, not surprised it had taken her this long to come to that assumption. The obvious was like a well hidden secret in Mina’s eccentric mind. Surprising, as she’d always aced her schoolwork, read people like a morning paper and had more friends than you could ever hope for.

“And I kept thinking, maybe there’s a reason he manspreads so much? He is big. Then I began to worry, so I started looking up pictures—well, videos—of men his size, naked, and that only made me worry more.”

“You were watching porn.” You said, deadpan, leaning by the side of Seokjin’s car while he fed Namjoon what seemed to be a hotdog? Where did he even get that?

She tilted her head “Yeah, I guess that’s what it’s called.” She turned around and followed your gaze “Okay where the hell did he get that hotdog from? I’m starving”

“Mina!! Hello? You were watching. . .” You lowered your voice “porn, for a guy? To like what? Prepare yourself? See if he’d fit?” A laugh escaped you but when Seokjin shot you a glare you turned it into a cough.

“Anywayyyys” she said as she opened the car door “Speaking of Cedric, I’ve got news!”

“Oh” was what you said when you got in the car, guessing the next sentence that’d come out of her mouth wasn’t going to be your favorite thing in the world.

“The Kim and Arden family are trying to make the engagement official”

“Trying…?”

“Jesus y/n, you’re living under a rock. Too many books not enough TV”

“You’re going to be a great mum” you chuckled

“Taehyung is literally all over the media, apparently some paparazzi interviewed him on the street last night, he said, and I quote! What my father wants is non of my business, I would rather eat a bag of dirt” she stopped “A bag. Of. Dirt.” she jerked her head backwards laughing “Listen, I don’t like the dude, but he’s got balls”

Relief shouldn’t be what you’re feeling right now. “I see” you tried to sound indifferent, because that was the acceptable reaction, but something pounded inside of you.

“I mean, acting up like that? In front of cameras? ANNND against his dad’s word? Makes you wonder why he’s so against it, doesn’t it?”

You rolled your eyes “What are you implying, Mina?”

She had a puppy look on her face “Nothing! Nothing! I’m just sayinggg”

“He’s young, and a massive playboy” you sounded more angry than you should “He obviously doesn’t want to be caged like a pup. Besides, he can’t tolerate Brianna for more than a second”

“And you know that because…?” Mina was obviously teasing.

Fuck. “Well, you know he told me, Mina.”

Of course Mina knew, but Seokjin, who was driving, and Namjoon, who was sitting on the edge of the passenger sit looking out the window probably contemplating life and why he had so much to drink today, didn’t exactly know the details between you and Taehyung. And you’d like to keep it that way.

There was a silence “I know I was stupid to trust him okay? I just—“

“It’s not your fault, y/n” Seokjin’s voice made an appearance “It’s not your fault he’s an asshole.”

“I know, I get it”

“So all that anger, don’t place it on yourself” Namjoon’s voice was barely audible

“Sorry are we still talking about y/n or are you talking about your alcohol problem? Because I’m a little confused” Mina snorted, she was always the one to tease Namjoon yet she took care of him the most out of all of us.

You rolled down the window, allowing the autumn air to flow through the car. It was a beautiful night, the starriest it had been for a while now. Cold air brushed your skin as you drove back to Outfield, gazing the wall from afar and that’s all you used to do, but now you know the other side of it very well. In fact, you were more familiar with it than you’d like. Bitterness crawled up your throat.

Toward the end of November, the bet was long forgotten and everyone and their mother was focused on Taehyung’s so called engagement, or rather, the lack of it.

You didn’t care. Focusing on schoolwork was far more important. . .Or that’s at least the lies you’d been feeding yourself.

It was hard to avoid it, considering it was all everyone talked about. The Arden and Kim family were arguably Hashfield’s founding families, the possibility of those two historic houses merging had everyone on edge.

Well, except Taehyung, apparently.

Ever since the scandal interview he gave about a month ago, Kim Taehyung seemed to do the opposite of what his father wanted. According to Claire, there had been a succession of crushes, flings, one night stands, who knows. To you all of it boiled down to one thing only: his cock had been everywhere. It had been in god knows how many vaginas, how many mouths.

Without your concern, your gaze found him. The amphitheater was big enough, so he shouldn’t notice.

The image disgusted you. It bothered you to think of him between a girl’s legs as she lay facing him, his broad, tanned, glistening shoulders moving up and down. Just looking at his shoulders when he happened to be going over his notes made you wonder where they’d been last night. How effortless and free the movement of his shoulder blades each time he shifted, how thoughtlessly they caught the sun. Did they taste of the sea to the woman who had lain under him last night and bitten into him? Or of his suntan lotion?

You remembered the last time you’d seen his shoulders all exposed under the sun. It was three years a go, near the end of your friendship.

You were in your mother’s garden, he’d stop by to bring you a Nintendo for your birthday. You tried to tell him that you were going to be a junior this year and that he should cut it with the kid stuff, but you’d secretly wished for that Nintendo so badly.

“Listen, I need to pick up something in town.” he said.

Something was always weed.

“And here I was, thinking you came down to Outfield for my birthday”

He sat silently a moment. “I did.” cleared his throat “Want to come with me? It’s been a while since we rode our bikes together”

“Now?” What you might have meant was, Really?

“Why, have you got anything better to do?”

“No.”

“So let’s go.”

Kim Taehyung, billionaire, Kim Taehyung, riding on a bike instead of his panamera just because you’d convinced him it was fun two years ago was the funniest sight, ever.

When you arrived at the garage, Amir, was arguing with Kadir, as usual.

This time he was accusing him of dousing the tomatoes with too much water, and that it was all wrong, because they were growing too fast.

“They’ll be mealy,” Amir complained.

“Listen. I do the tomatoes, you do the driving, and we’re all happy.”

“You don’t understand. In my day you moved the tomatoes at some point, from one place to another, from one place to the other”—he insisted—“and you planted basil nearby. But of course you people who’ve been in the army know everything.”

Their heavy accents made everything a little lighter.

“That’s right.” Kadir was ignoring him.

“Of course I’m right. No wonder they didn’t keep you in the army.”

“That’s right. They didn’t keep me in the army.”

Both of them greeted the two of you. The gardener handed Taehyung his weed. “You have a familiar face kid. Ever since the first day you came out here, I’ve seen you before, I’m sure of it. Did you work in a farm nearby perhaps?”

A laugh escaped your lips at the thought of Kim Taehyung being a farmer, maybe in another life. Of course Kadir had seen Tae’s face hanging in magazines or blasted through the daily talking show, but he couldn’t exactly pin point it.

Taehyung caught your smiled and after eyeing you smiled back.

Amir couldn’t have been more peeved. “No farmer dresses like that, are you stupid? From now on, I talk to customers you grow the tomatoes”

Kadir gave a wry smile.

Once you two had reached the cypress lane that led onto the main road to town, you asked Tae, “Doesn’t he give you the creeps?”

“Who?”

“Amir.”

“No, why? I fell the other day on my way back and scraped myself pretty badly. Amir insisted on applying some sort of witch’s brew. He also fixed the bike for me.” With one hand on the handlebar he lifted his shirt and exposed a huge scrape and bruise on his left hip.

“Still gives me the creeps,” You said, repeating your aunt’s verdict.

“Just a lost soul, really.”

Lost soul.

On your way, you noticed that Tae was taking his time. He wasn’t in his usual rush, no speeding, no scaling the hill with his usual athletic zeal. Nor did he seem in a rush to go back to his precious wall, or join his new friends on the beach.

He’d been spending a lot of time with a new crowd, you didn’t really know them, nor were you interested. Rich snobby kids from far inside the wall, probably best to avoid them. It kind of bugged you that Tae had started hanging out with them so much, but you wouldn’t bring yourself to say anything.

Today he’d spend almost the entire day with you, perhaps he had nothing better to do.

When you arrived at the small café that overlooked the sea, Tae stopped to buy cigarettes. He had started smoking Gauloises. You had never tried Gauloises and asked if you could. He took out a cerino from the box, gently placed the cigarette in between your lips and by cupping his hands very near your face, lit your cigarette.

“Not bad, right?” he said after you took a puff

“Not bad at all.”

He didn’t like the fact that you’d picked up smoking, but he wasn’t any better so he decided not to scold you about it anymore.

“Just take a look at this,” he said as the two of you ambled with your bikes in the afternoon sun toward the edge of the café overlooking the rolling hills below.

Farther out and way below was a magnificent view of the sea with scarcely a few stripes of foam streaking the bay like giant dolphins breaking the surf. “Do you know about the wailing woman?” he asked suddenly.

“She threw her husband in the sea, thinking he was dead, but he had just been asleep for days due to some medication. He ended up drowning from the waves”

“You heard how she died?”

“The next night she took a bunch of sleeping pills and threw herself in the sea to drown as well” You replied and studied his pondering face.

“Do you know why she did that?”

“Because she thought that, if she died the same way her husband did, she’d meet him in the afterlife.”

Why was he quizzing you?

“Is there anything you don’t know?” he asked, his eyes a light caramel from the sun.

“I know nothing, Tae. Nothing, just nothing.”

“You know more than anyone around here.Anyone I’ve ever met”

Why was he returning your near-tragic tone with bland ego-boosting?

“If you only knew how little I know about the things that really matter.” you replied

“What kind of things?” It was as if he was starring down into your soul

How much you wanted to touch his hair which was slightly ruffled by the passing wind. How much you wanted him to come even closer, maybe enough to hear how fast your heart beat every time he was near you.

Tell him. It’s now or never.

Is it better to speak, or to die? “Nothing.”

You were treading water, trying neither to drown nor to swim to safety, just staying in place, because here was the truth—even if you couldn’t speak the truth, or even hint at it, yet you could swear it lay around the two of you, the way they say that if a necklace gets lost while swimming: You know it’s down there somewhere.

You focus back to the class. On the Present day, when Taehyung was just a mere asshole to you, nothing else. You hopefully averted your eyes fast enough so that he didn’t notice you staring at him for what was probably fifteen minutes now.

This class was boring, you blame the weariness that washed over you for the flashbacks you were having about him.

That version of Taehyung was long dead to you.

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namjoon: those are my pokemon cards—

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