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#then there's Namjoon who's tilting his head to greet the soft baby at his eye level so it feels safe

vinetae · 2 years

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BTS reaction to..

You visiting them

(Hyung line)

Warning: mentions of adult toys, vulgar language, sexual references, masterbation.

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Namjoon

Your boyfriend was always so busy with the guys. Dance practice this, interview that. You'd had held your tounge back for quite sometime, ever since he had confessed his feelings towards you on a beach trip with the guys. The sand flowing with the wind, the ocean and birds soft sounds still ring in your ear everytime you near saltwater. You had finally had enough. Today, the two were going to spend quality time with each other if it was the last thing you do.

As you scan your card to you let enter the building, you walk towards the elevators, seeing some of the trainees pass you by. They're laughs echo throughout the corridor. You sigh. He was a busy man, maybe you should just give him a break? You shake the thought away. No, you had been waiting long enough. Plus, you never really got to see his studio. He promised to show you one day.

You open the door, a wave of air brushes past your skin, dancing delicately on the surface, then whipping away to cool the rest of the building. You see hoseok chatting it up with your lovely boyfriend, as he swivels his chair slightly, seeing you standing infront of his door. He smiles, making a small 'come here' gesture with his index finger. You obide. "Hey Y/n" hoseok says sweetly whilst still having his focus on the previous conversation with his bandmate. "Hi baby, did you need something?" You went to open your mouth, but the words just didn't come out. "I..just wanted..to" you slowly let your words slip from your mouth, but not enough to make a coherent sentence. Your eyes glance over to the man right infront of your boyfriend. Hoseok stands up, finishes telling namjoon something, then leaves. Finally! Now you two were alone. He turns his chair around, going back to what he was previously working on. You sigh, but then an idea slips into your mind. You get up, standing behind him, and start slowly messaging his shoulders. He tilts his head back, as you can see his eyes start to slowly flutter. You realized how hard it was. For all of them. All of the tight schedules, the long hours and nights, just to make their fanbase happy? As you continue your motions on his shoulders, you lean down, and kiss his cheek gently. He sits up, straightening his back and turns to face you. "What was that for?" He questions, while you slowly back up, making your way to the door. "Just...wanted to let you know how much I love you" he smiles, standing up and makes his way towards you with an adoring look plastered upon his features. "I love you too, y/n" he gives you one last short but sweet kiss, sees you out, and closes the door. God, what would you do without him?

Seokjin

The loud music blasts through the rooms. Trainees working hard towards a dream that may never become. A knock clears you of any unwanting thoughts that may rush through your mind. A young, doe-eyed looking boy opens the door to greet you. His hair tugged and messy. Shirt drenched in sweat, his eyes puffy. A tired expression sits atop. They must be on break. "Hi Noona, are you here to see hyung?" You nods towards the younger. He flips his head to the side, making sure his soaked hairs stay in place while he takes a small sip from the bottle he held with his right hand. "He's over near the speakers" jungkook points to the right corner of the room, while taking another sip from his water. "thanks, kookie" you walk past him, over to greet your boyfriend. It's not until your around five-feet away from him that he pivots his neck towards your moving figure. The newly dyed hair you had gotten done by one of his friends sways from left to right behind your shoulders. Clicking of your heels against the hardwood floors echo through the way. A bright but exhausted smile peeks up on his face. "Ah, honey I didn't know you were going to be here today~" you smile, and stand between him and Taehyung, who had been previously working on their stretches. "How could I miss my love being so.." you learn into his right ear, whispering softly to where the guys couldn't hear "..so sexy while working?" It was true. The way his shirt stuck to his slightly toned abs had your stomach doing backflips. Oh of all the things you'll do to him when you get home. How you want to just bend down and take him all in your mouth right then and there. How you would want him to pin you against the wall, making sure you couldn't breathe without his permissio- "y/n? Y/n?" Your thoughts were cut off by a confused blue haired boy. "Uh..jagi.." jin embarrassingly replied. you look around to see all of the rest giving you disgusting and confused looks. Their faces contortioning to the newly leaked sentences. "You want to do WHAT with jin hyung??" Hoseok inquired. Followed along by a chuckle from jimin. "..i'll...see you at home.." you quickly kiss his cheek, and walk out. Leaving them to tease Jin thoughtout the rest of practice.

Yoongi

Who works until 6am? Min yoongi, aka your boyfriend, aka the reason you have bags under your eyes. You love him to the next galaxy and back, but come ON it's been 13 hours! You don't know how much longer you can take it! He doesn't like calling all that much, and he forgets to reply to your texts all the time. It's like you're dating a ghost. With his complexion too? Might as well be. The thoughts of the night before with him flood your head. The moonlight slowly burning your skin, the gentle rocking of the bed, the passionate kisses leaves you reaching for more. But you can't get any because of what? Your boyfriend's stupid schedules. I mean seriously, you love how he works so hard, and hot DAMN is it sexy as fuck, but you still want to see him from time to time atleast! But no, since they're release is turning up around the corner, you have to find ways to please yourself. Secretly, a few weeks ago you had bought a small item from the mall close-by. You quickly leap from the bed, grab the neatly packaged item from under your garments drawer. The shared underwear drawer of both of yours. You had suggested it, so you guys could be more 'intamite' with one another. You reach for some batteries across his night stand, plugging them into the small black latex covered device. Pressing the button to make sure it's working, you stuff it into your purse, and head out the door.

Once you heard the click of the door's latch alerting you to enter, you sat down on his couch, watching the way his head bops slightly up and down to the rhythm emitting from the headphones he was wearing. You laid down, a long and dramatic sigh escapes your chest. Still nothing. You repeat it once more, making it as loud as you could. Not even a flinch. You reach inside the pocket of your purse, running your hand along the previously stuffed package you had thrown together. Thinking of all the things you could do, get away with had your head and heat screaming for release. You knew he was too abosored in his work anyways, so you decide to have a little fun. Slowly with your hand down your body, sliding it under the waistband of your underwear, you stare at his barely visible head that's hiding behind the top of his chair. A small moan elicits from your throat, as you close your eyes for a moment, having images flashing upon the back of your eyelids. Reaching I to your purse, quickly and swiftly grabbing the toy, and stuff it in between your legs, pressing the button as it starts vibrating. Your moans grow louder, as you buck your hips up into nothing. Too caught up in your imagination, you hadn't even notice the faint sound of the music stop. "Now when did you go and buy that?" You imminently stop, recognizing the voice. Your throat whines softly from the sternest of his voice. "I..I..mm" is the only thing you could get out. Broken words, with moans in the mix. "I asked you a question, baby." He stands up, and walks teasingly slow over to you, as his figure stands over your own. The breath of his lightly brushed on your forehead. He grabs your wrist, and pins them both above your head. A gap leaves past your lips. A smirk plastered upon his, taking in the slight of your crumbling figure. "I can do much better than a shitty peice of rubber."

Hoseok

Bum, bum. Bum, bum was all you heard. The soft noise rings in your ears. The sounds emitting from the empty room puts a smile on your face. You knew how much hobi loved to dance. It's his dream, and you're so excited to see the expression he makes when he creates a new routine. He always makes sure you approve of it before letting anyone else see. He really was the perfect boyfriend. Always so sweet and caring, and can light up your world in just one flash of a smile. You loved him so much, and it breaks your heart to see all of the hate comments people remark to him. All of the jealous losers who think his dancing sucks or that his face isnt up to the standards of today. Fuck them all. Hes perfect. For you. And that's exactly what you were going to show him. How perfect he was. That'd why you had been in his studio for the past half hour waiting for him to get done with practice. And just as you suspected, the click of the door echos through the room. You speak out from your hiding spot just behind his couch, making sure it was him. Once your suspicions were confirmed, you jump up as fast as you can, yelling out a big 'surprise'. He stumbles back, catching himself against the door, while he holds his chest, trying to calm his racing heartrate. "Oh my-! FUCK- JAGI you scared the shit out of me!" You laugh, and run up to him, hugging his shaking body. Once the rush is all over, you lean up a bit, and give his a small pack on the cheek. "I'm sorry baby, I just wanted to surprise you" he chuckles, and leans down to kiss your cheek as well. "And I thank you for that soooo much flower, but can you not scream next time?" You chuckle, and pull him down to the couch, as he's onto of you. "Woah woah woah- not now-" you cut him off by pressing your lips against his. "Jag-..mm" you smirk, and wrap your arms up around his neck, deepening the kiss. "Jag- we so- no- ah fuck-" he shifts above your small figure, making himself a little more comfortable. You both fall deep into the moment that you hadn't had even notice the three boys whom were standing at the doorway, petrified. "Oh damn hyung-" taehyung replies. You quickly sit up, as you both fix yourself. "Ha, hyung if you want to fuck noona, then could you atleast wait until AFTER our recording session?" A bright red creeps up kpon both of your faces. "Jimin Shush!" Jungkook covers his eyes, and walks out, but hits the wall instead. You all laugh, as hobi tries to convince jimin not to tell the rest.

(This is my own work so please don't copy/plagiarize it, k?)

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agustdakasuga · 3 years

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Between The Bloodshed | Chapter 5

Genre: Mafia!AU, Angst, Romance, Fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Doctor!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook

Summary: Being a freelance doctor, this was just supposed to be any other job, helping a private client and taking care of him through his recovery. But you were not expecting to get caught in something so much darker that would change your life entirely.

The boys decided to try and do something ‘normal’ to take your mind off whatever happened. All they can hope is to silently convince you to stay with them and not leave.

Warning: This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. It may contain depictions of violence, blood shed/ gore and mentions of abuse. Please read at your own discretion.

After that whole fiasco, you were sent to your room to rest. Instead of sleeping, you laid sprawled out on the ground, turning ever so often to watch Kookie hop around, wiggling his nose at you.

“Kookie.” You called. The rabbit’s ears twitched slightly, maybe a signal that it was listening to you, even if it wasn’t facing you.

“What’s going to happen to you if I leave?” You groaned. If you left the family, you could only laugh at what kind of ‘bunny-sitting’ arrangement you would have with Jungkook. Maybe you have him on weekdays while Jungkook has him on weekends or the opposite.

“(y/n)?”

“Hey, Hoseok.” You lifted a hand.

“Are you... okay?” Hoseok tilted his head as he bent down slightly. You gave him a thumbs up, making him chuckle.

“I’m going out to run some errands with the maknaes. Would you like to come along? Just to get some fresh air or something.” Hoseok invited with a hum. You thought about it.

“Give me 10 minutes.” You said.

“Take as long as you need. We’ll be at the foyer.” Hoseok laughed and closed the door. You pushed yourself to stand up. The first thing you did was put Kookie in his cage and make sure he had everything he needed while you were away. After that, you went to wash your face and change into some outing clothes, a sweater with a skater skirt and white Doc Martens.

“I always feel underdressed when you guys dress all fancy.” You sighed as you came down.

“You’re fine.” Jungkook patted your shoulder. Jimin nodded in agreement, reaching out to pat your head. The 5 of you headed out. They all decided to drive their own cars this time.

“Wanna ride with me?” Jimin asked as he put his sunglasses on. (Imagine 2019 Grammys Jimin)

“If you treasure your life, don’t.” Taehyung said from behind you. Jimin glared at his best friend, kicking his shin.

“Kookie would want you to sit with me.” Jungkook nudged your side. Now you were the one glaring at him, knowing that he was only using Kookie to try and trick you into riding in his car. Hoseok scoffed with a roll of his eyes. You decided to sit in Taehyung’s car.

“Uhh...” He blinked in shock.

“Tough luck, fellas.” Taehyung shrugged as he jogged over to the driver’s side, slipping in. You were already belted in, typing away on your phone. Taehyung clicked his tongue, putting his seatbelt on.

“Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” You replied. Taehyung raised his eyebrows, starting the engine. It roared to life.

“What errands we running?” You asked.

“We’ve got some stuff to pick up at the mall. Yoongi hyung wanted us to grab some groceries for a barbecue dinner.” He informed, not taking his eyes off the road. You nodded with a soft hum. Another revving engine made you turn your head out the window. Jimin was on your left and Jungkook was on your right, both purposefully revving their engines as a challenge.

“Hang on.” Taehyung mumbled. Your hands could only grip your seatbelt as Jimin gave Taehyung a teasing wave, his car inching forward. Jungkook straight up gave the finger.

“It’s a race they want.” Taehyung gripped the steering wheel. The car lurched forward, revving loudly.

“This is how dumb people die.” You scowled.

“Live a little.” Taehyung smirked. That was when you realised that Hoseok wasn’t involved in this little race. Maybe he was the only mature one to not participate in such dangerous-

“No one is crazy enough to challenge Hobi hyung. It only leads to humiliation.” Taehyung replied, as if he heard your thoughts out loud.

“We’re here.” Taehyung pulled into the parking lot.

“Rematch!” Jungkook growled as he came out. Taehyung stuck his tongue out at the youngest. Jimin rolled his eyes, slinging an arm around your shoulders to leave the two. Hoseok was already there, waiting.

“Took you long enough.” He scoffed.

“Told you.” Taehyung whispered as he walked past you. You shook your head before following them. This wasn’t some ordinary mall, it was a higher end mall with only luxury item shops. You’ve only been here twice, with your parents. The first place you visited was the Gucci store.

“Good afternoon, sirs and madam.” The staff bowed deeply as the manager stepped out to greet the 4 boys. You blinked, standing there quietly. The entire store had been cleared out.

“Please, take your time to peruse while I prepare your items.” The manager bowed as he disappeared. Jimin and Taehyung headed to the shelf.

“You look lost.” Jungkook snickered.

“When Hoseok said you guys were running errands, I wasn’t exactly picturing this.” You shrugged, sitting down on one of the armchairs. Jungkook sat in the other chair next to yours, typing away on his phone.

“Mr Kim, Mr Jung.” The manager came back. Taehyung and Hoseok went to the counter to inspect their items while Jungkook continued to sit with you and Jimin browsed the shelves, carrying the different bags. He looked at himself in the mirror. Jimin was good looking no matter what he carried. He seemed conflicted on which bag to buy.

“We can come back for it later, hyung.” Jungkook yawned. Hoseok and Taehyung handed their cards to the manager and it was time to move on.

“Did you guys bring me on this errand run just to prove that you have money?” You raised an eyebrow with crossed arms when you arrived outside a Louis Vuitton store.

“That wasn’t our intention, (y/n).” Hoseok said, frowning slightly.

“I’m kidding, Hobi.” You chuckled.

“Hobi?”

“Oh... my bad. Taehyung was calling you that while talking to me and it just came out.” You rubbed the back of your neck as you walked in through the double doors of the store with him.

“No, I like it. Call me Hobi.” He grinned. You laughed but nodded your head. Once again, the store had been cleared out for the group. The staff treated the boys like they were royalty, offering champagne, an assortment of sweets and escorting them to the private viewing room.

“Ring this up for me.” Jungkook handed the manager a duffel bag that he spotted on the way to the room. The manager, with gloved hands, received it with a bow.

“I’ve never seen anyone shop like this.” You commented.

“Don’t you always work with rich clients?” Jimin asked as the 5 of you took your seats.

“Yeah but they’re mostly really old and bedridden or kids that don’t know their right foot from their left.” You face palmed. The boys laughed, all of them sipping their champagne, except for Taehyung who opted for some fancy tea instead. You watched as they had their own items, disappearing into the changing rooms to try them on.

“Excuse me?” Someone tapped your shoulder. You turned around to see one of the female store clerks.

“Can I ask who you are? The 7 members have been coming here for a while and this is the first time I see someone with them.” She asked. You frowned slightly, giving her a weird look.

“Does it matter... who I am?” You tilted your head.

“I mean, you obviously don’t look to be on the same level as them... So I was just wondering.”

“Well, you’re right, I’m not on the same level as them. I’m actually above them.” You smiled innocently. She blinked at you before stifling a laugh, as if you cracked a joke.

“Are you just an employee?” She giggled.

“She’s right, you know? She actually has the power to kill us if she wanted to.” Someone slung their arm around your shoulders. The girl’s eyes widened as she came face to face with Jimin. But this time, instead of a smile, Jimin had a stoic look on his face. The girl grew flustered.

“If I killed you, I wouldn’t get paid. So I rather continue just baby sitting all of you.” You rolled your eyes. Jimin threw his head back in laughter.

“I...I...” The girl stuttered.

“Manager-nim, I thought we had a rule that if you wanted us to keep coming back here, no one else is to talk to us except you. ” Jimin turned to the manager with a raised eyebrow.

“Is your staff that naive to think that Dr. (y/l/n) is not part of the family when she literally walked in with us?” Jimin chuckled. The manager’s eyes widened.

“I’m so very sorry, Mr Park!” He gave a deep bow.

“It’s not me that you should be apologising to.” Jimin said. The manager turned to you and bowed deeply, pushing his staff’s head down to bow to you as well. You gave Jimin a side glance.

“Doc!” You heard Jungkook call you and turned to leave Jimin with the manager. As you left, you saw Jimin whisper something into the manager’s ear. But you shook your head, not wanting to be any more involved in that. Jungkook saw you and waved, showing you his outfit. It was a very nice denim jacket with the LV logos on it.

“It’s nice.” You nodded.

“Just... nice?” Jungkook scrunched his nose. You shrugged.

“Wow, tough crowd, Kook.” Hoseok chuckled at the maknae, adjusting his blazer as he stared at himself in the mirror. Jungkook scowled at the elder’s comment but pouted at you.

“You look handsome, Jungkook.” You coaxed. Finally, he smiled in triumph and headed back into the changing room.

“Anything caught your eye yet?” Taehyung asked as he stepped out, his new clothes folded neatly over his arm. You shook your head, never being one to enjoy shopping in high end shops. You were fine with middle range clothes.

“Have you guys ever thrift shopped?” You thought out loud.

“Of course! We weren’t always rich, you know?” Jimin chuckled. You facepalmed, obviously not getting your message across to them. After they paid for their things, you followed them out. The employee from before was no where in sight.

“I promise nothing like that will ever happen again, Mr Park.” The manager gave another deep bow to the boys as he walked you out.

“I’ll hold you to that.” Jimin smiled as he put his sunglasses on. For some reason, Jimin’s words had an air of sinister to it, sending a shiver down your spine. You cast him a glance.

“Hmm?” He tilted his head.

“Nothing.” You shook your head and continued walking with them.

“We’re almost done. This is the last store.” Jungkook stretched his arms. Balenciaga. He walked in and just like the first two, the staff all bowed, only the manager speaking to the boys while the others didn’t even dare to meet their eye. You sat with Taehyung, watching him play games on his phone while the others did their thing.

“When are we going grocery shopping?” You asked.

“Excited, are we?” Taehyung chuckled, not looking up from his phone screen. His tongue stuck out from the corner of his lip in concentration.

“No, I just wanna get this done. You guys are super boring. I’d rather stare at the wall than continue to do this for the rest of the day.” You rolled your eyes. You heard a small gasp from behind you.

“Did you hear what she just said to Mr Kim?”

“You surprise people outside the family too.” Taehyung commented, a hint that he heard the employees behind you.

“You’re just ordinary people. I don’t give special treatment out, no matter what societal or financial status.” You crossed your arms with a scoff.

“That’s why we like you.” He chuckled. You saw Jungkook bringing 3 boxes of shoes to the cashier counter. He leaned against the marble counter as the manager grabbed his other items from the back room. Jungkook met eyes with you, winking flirtatiously. You shook your head, turning away.

RINGGGGGG

“I told you guys to be back by 5!”

“Hyung, we’re almost done. After this, we’re heading to the grocery store.” Hoseok sighed. You snickered, hearing the angry Yoongi on the other line.

“You guys are never on time! I should have sent someone else to go get the ingredients instead of you.”

“Alright, alright. Calm down, hyung. We’ll be quick, I promise. I’ll even buy you your favourite lamb skewers, okay?” Hoseok coaxed. Yoongi just seemed to hang up on him.

“We needa go, guys. Yoongi hyung is not pleased that we’re late.” Hoseok informed the 3 younger ones. You all rushed out of there, throwing the shopping into the cars and speeding to the nearest supermarket. You split up into 2 teams to try and get as many things as possible, in the fastest time. Jungkook and Jimin followed you to the meat counter.

“Can we get lamb skewers too?” Jimin ordered. Jungkook stacked the beef and prawns in the cart.

“This is a lot of food.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll finish it.” Jungkook waved you off. After Jimin got a few trays of lamb skewers, you got some ramen and rice to eat with the meat. Hoseok and Taehyung got the drinks, some tools for grilling and vegetables.

“Ice cream?” Jungkook offered. You nodded, taking one as you all paid. While waiting for the cashier to scan everything, you opened your ice cream.

“Do you have a girlfriend? You’re very good looking.” The cashier asked Jimin, who was waiting to pay.

“I do.” Jimin nodded without hesitation, pointing to you, who’s back was turned to him. The cashier nodded awkwardly, turning to Jungkook instead, who was innocently eating his ice cream as he picked up some of the bagged items at the end of the cashier.

“My wife would not like you staring at me.” Jungkook said cooly. Following Jungkook’s stare, the cashier saw his eyes on you, who was trying your best to ignore an overly animated Taehyung.

“You two keep staring. If you needed help, you could just ask.” You walked over.

“Nope, we’re good. Enjoy your ice cream.” Jungkook patted your head while you glared at him. Jimin snickered, paying for the groceries.

“Don’t make her angry, Kook.” Jimin chided. The cashier’s eyes widened as she looked at you and the boys. Jimin grew annoyed, snapping his fingers at her. She jumped, quickly swiping Jimin’s card and handing over the receipt.

“Let’s not waste more time.” Taehyung said. As the cars approached the mansion, the boys had the staff waiting for them.

“Get everything out and bring them to our rooms.” The boys said. The staff bowed, bringing things in. You were going to help them but Jin came out, escorting you back into the house with his hands on your shoulders. Yoongi was in the backyard, barking orders at Namjoon, who was trying to set up the grill for the food.

“Don’t be too hard on him, Yoongles.” You teased with a shake of your head.

“You guys are late.” Yoongi hissed.

“Not my fault. I was merely a follower.” You shrugged and yet, watched in amusement as Yoongi just stood there, continuing to get frustrated with Namjoon until Jin stepped in.

“Aren’t you going to wash up?” Namjoon asked.

“In a little bit. This is way too amusing to miss.” You giggled to yourself. Namjoon chuckled along, patting your head softly.

“Well, I’m going to see how the younger ones are doing.” Namjoon said and left. You decided to head in as well, going to your room to change into something more comfortable. You took Kookie with out, feeding him and taking him down to the backyard with you.

“Leave us.” You heard Taehyung say to someone.

“But sir-”

“Didn’t you hear what we said? You have a lot of nerve even coming here after what happened. If I find him before you do, it’ll not only be his death.” Taehyung barked and there was a scurrying of footsteps.

“(y/n)?” Someone called and you jumped, immediately acting like you had just walked over.

“Sorry, had to feed Kookie.” You explained as you forced your best smile. Taehyung looked over at you, giving you a small smile.

“I’m hungry!” He stretched his arms. The others were already outside, helping to grill the meats and set up the rest of the things. You placed Kookie on the grass.

“Jungkook, go cook the ramen.” Namjoon said. You followed Jungkook to help, even if he refused. As you cooked ramen with Jungkook, the staff left the kitchen immediately, keeping their heads down. You chopped some spring onions for Jungkook as he started opening all the ramen packs. When you were down, you hopped onto the counter to sit.

“Does it still hurt?” Jungkook asked. You tilted your head in confusion.

“Your wrist.” He clarified with a clear of his throat, the tips of his ears turning red in embarrassment.

“It’s fine, it’ll heal in a few days.” You shrugged. Jungkook opened his mouth to say something when your phone rang, cutting the conversation short. You excused yourself to answer the phone.

“Mum... You know that I- Oh, hey dad. Yes, I know. Okay.” Jungkook heard you sigh as you spoke on the phone.

“This Friday? Well, you know I’m working. I’ll have to ask them for a night off... Yes. But if I go, promise no setting me up with one of your colleagues’ sons again, that goes for you too, mum.” You tried to sound like you were joking but you were serious.

“I’ll see you on Friday then.” You hummed and hung up.

“Sorry about that.” You said as Jungkook turned around to stir the ramen. He shook his head, putting the lid on the pot and turning the flame off.

“Let’s bring this out.” He instructed. You grabbed the portable gas stove and walked out to the backyard with Jungkook. The others were seated, except Jin and Hoseok, who were still cooking.

“Ramen!” Jimin cheered as you placed the stove down. Jungkook placed the pot over it.

“Let’s eat.” Hoseok placed the plates of meat down.

“Drink?” Namjoon offered you a beer. You nodded, taking the opened amber bottle from him. This dinner felt strangely domestic. Every other dinner was prepared and served by the staff of the house in that professional, stuffy dining room. Now, the staff were not around and everything was prepared and cooked by your bunch.

“Let’s eat.” Jin said and everything dug in. You made your lettuce wraps with meat dipped in sauce and kimchi.

“The beef is good.” You said, putting a wrap on your plate. Yoongi wordlessly placed a few places of beef onto your plate for you before continuing to eat his own food.

“Aww, thank you Yoongles.” You placed a hand over your chest. He rolled his eyes. The rest of the evening was spent under the night sky, just like having a normal dinner with your not so normal clients.

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snackhobi · 4 years

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pairing: jimin x reader / word count: 20.9k / genre: street racer au, driftracer!jimin, driftracer!reader, rivals to lovers, smut, some fluff too

summary: You used to think that there was nothing better than the sensation of coming first place. However, your rival- the talented, gorgeous, dangerous Park Jimin- is more than happy to prove you wrong.

warnings: unsafe driving (street races are technically illegal), cursing, sexually explicit content, fingering, slight orgasm delay, oral (m receiving), deepthroating, cum eating, unprotected sex, car sex (duh), creampie, multiple orgasms, dirty talk I think that’s everything

EDIT: part two now available!

It’s hot tonight.

Humid, too. Your hair has been pulled into a messy updo and your makeup is fierce, as always, and despite the mugginess in the air, you’re still wearing your usual leather jacket even though you can feel how the inside lining is sticking to your skin. You have appearances to maintain and the pastel pink jacket is part of your signature look, even in the heat of summer.

“Busy tonight,” Taehyung comments idly as he leans against the side of your car, and you hum in response.

“Good turn out.” You slam the bright red hood of your baby shut, finally satisfied. “Get off, please.”

Taehyung pouts as he does what he’s told, and pouts even harder when you end up reclining against the hood of the car, leaning your weight into your palms. Jungkook snickers at him from where he’s squatted to shut the toolbox and you laugh when Taehyung swings a halfhearted kick at the younger boy which is effortlessly parried.

The mountain road in Seongdong-gu is crowded. It’s rammed full of fans, throngs of men and women swarming the start of tonight’s route, mingling with each other and ogling the cars and their racers. Most people give you a wide berth, though; by now they’ve learned to stay away from your Pontiac, even if the flame-bright 2007 Solstice GXP is eye-catching in its rarity. Most racers don’t take kindly to random strangers touching their vehicles anyway. Jungkook and Taehyung are the only people who can touch your Solstice without you ripping them to shreds, your childhood friends working alongside you to make sure the engine is in full working order for the rigorous pacing you’re about to put it through.

Sometimes, though, other racers come over to try and flirt with you, usually people new to Seoul, unfamiliar with the circuit. You’ll giggle and simper under their gazes, acting like the ditz that they think you are, coquettish flirting that they don’t realise is a front. You know that a female drift racer is an oddity, and you are especially so with your American sports car standing out amongst a collection of souped up Nissans and Toyotas— you know they think you’re here for fun. That you’re in over your head.

You always make sure to prove them wrong.

“Heads up,” Jungkook mutters. You glance up to see where he’s looking, the lingering smile of your laughter immediately smoothing out when you spot who it is, face going neutral as you sit up.

Park Jimin looks beautiful tonight. He always does, though; plump lips, soft face, eyes darkened with shimmer, the blond of his styled hair contrasting with the dark roots of his undercut. Arresting and stunning. And, just like you, an oddity on these tracks. He knows how good he looks and leans into that beauty, and you know that the other men on this circuit used to underestimate him because of it, too. Just like they had with you and the overtly feminine colours of your outfits. A masquerade.

“Jimin.” You greet him coolly.

“Y/n,” he responds, as cordial as always. He tilts his head, the chains in his earrings swinging with the motion. “You’re looking well today.” When you don’t respond, he continues: “I came over to wish you good luck for the race.”

“I don’t need luck, but thank you.”

Jimin seems amused, smiling a little at your statement. You keep your eyes locked on his, refusing to let your gaze fall down to his lips. You never let yourself be caught off guard around him.

You remember when he’d first started here, slipping into the pack of racers without any of them taking notice, a quiet, beautiful man surrounded by larger, louder men, his Skyline GTR just one car amongst many— but from the second you’d laid eyes on him, you’d known he was a force to be reckoned with. You could read it in every line of his stance, the way he moved, and how he had introduced himself to you: politely and civilly. No preening and strutting around, no sly attempts to look down your shirt, no ham-handed attempts at negging you.

Isn’t it sad that the second someone around here treats you like an equal, you have to be on guard?

“Good luck to you,” you say. Jimin laughs outright at this, the implication that you don’t need luck but he does; he seems genuinely amused rather than offended. He’s beautiful when he laughs, eyes squeezing shut into crescents, the apples of his cheeks defined with how his lips curve upwards, and honestly, it’s almost overwhelming— how he instantly turns so boyish, rather than remaining like some sort of distant, ethereal angel of beauty.

For all that you consider Jimin a threat and your biggest rival— in your opinion your win records are starting to look too even— you don’t actually dislike him. It’s just wariness on your part, tempered with respect, though you have no idea what Jimin really thinks about you.

“Thank you.”

He leaves after giving you one, last lingering look, expression unreadable, returning to his black Nissan and his group that surround it. Jimin says something to Min Yoongi, who smiles so widely that you can see his gums. Taehyung muffles a small sigh of longing.

“The sexual tension between you two couldn’t be more obvious,” Jungkook says. For a second you think he’s talking about Taehyung and Yoongi, even if Yoongi isn’t looking in this direction, but then you realise Jungkook is talking about you. You raise your eyebrows at him.

“Have you forgotten that I’m in a relationship, Kook?”

“You can still have sexual tension with someone.” Jungkook shrugs, unbothered. “If you keep eyefucking each other like that I’m going to have to request that you start wearing protection, otherwise someone’s going to get pregnant.”

“Glasses are just eyeball condoms,” Taehyung says, and then both boys crack up.

“That doesn’t even make sense.” Despite the tone of your voice a smile twists up the corners of your lips.

The only other driver who comes up to greet you is Hoseok. You genuinely like Hoseok, waving at him when he approaches and tipping your head back in laughter when he jokes with you; you’ve known him for long enough to have learned that he’s not actually sleazy, so when he says something flirtatious you play up to it and bat your eyelashes at him before the two of you end up giggling at each other. When he leaves he winks at you and you blow him a small kiss, which makes him clutch his heart as he staggers back and you laugh again.

Your smile still lingers after your laughter has faded, and you’re still smiling when you happen to make eye contact with Jimin, who’s looking over at you—the second your eyes lock he’s wrenching his gaze away, and even from this distance you can’t help but notice the hard set to his lips. Strange.

When you finally pull up to the start line, all semblance of laughter and levity has gone from your face. The course tonight isn’t entirely simple— the forested hills in the centre of Seoul are popular for good reason, usually deserted at night, the loops of the mountainous roads letting the racers show off exactly how good they are. The start line is just before a horseshoe curve, an arcing bend that’ll immediately set you at a disadvantage if you fuck up, but you’re not worried. You haven’t driven this particular route in Seongdong-gu in a race, the winding snake of a road falling down the mountainside in front of you, but you’ve driven similar routes plenty of times and all your practices have gone well. You feel confident.

Your baby purrs underneath and around you. The sound of the engine is one that’s as familiar to you as your own breathing, the feeling of the steering wheel under your hands entirely comfortable. You’re aware of every one of her parts, having rebuilt and tweaked her yourself, replacing the drop top, modifying her into the perfect drifting machine, and you’ve grown with her; you don’t like to wax lyrical but this car is an extension of yourself and you know her inside and out. Even if Jungkook and Taehyung are your friends and fellow co-owners of the garage, and help you check her over before each race, you’re the one who built her and maintains her.

Along the line other cars roll into place, flanking you. There’re familiar faces— Jimin and Hoseok, of course, but also Kim Namjoon, as well as the other usual people that Seokjin makes sure to invite to his meets, plus a few newcomers that you don’t recognise. The sound of your engines drown out the noises from the crowd, as loud as they are, milling around and holding their phones up to film the start of the race; the usual busy chaos. A flagger appears, a gorgeous girl in revealing clothes who soaks up the wolf whistles from the crowd as she saunters onto the track. You see how she flicks a wink at Namjoon, who grins back at her with bared teeth as she gets ready to motion with the checkered flag in her hands.

One of your hands tightens on the wheel. The other grips the gearstick, hard. The second the flag drops, you’re leaping forwards from the start line, Pontiac’s engine roaring as she responds eagerly to your commands. You round the first bend with ease, flicking your car into a smooth turn that sends dust flying from your tyres; in your mirrors you catch glimpses of the other drivers doing the same, and even if you weren’t familiar with the newbies and the regulars you’d be able to tell who was who from this one moment. A few struggle to complete the bend— one even goes into a tailspin, though fortunately he just stalls on the road instead of plummeting off it— and you and your competitors leave them in the dust as you approach the next turn.

Namjoon is next to you while Jimin is in front. The glint of your headlights off the sleek black paintwork of your rival's car seems almost like it’s taunting you. You grit your teeth and approach the next turn faster, harder, shaving off precious seconds by arcing your car more tightly after you’ve popped your handbrake, edging ahead of Namjoon and pulling closer to Jimin. You want to win, of course, but more than that, you have to beat him— you need another tally against your name.

The adrenaline is running high in your blood, rushing through your veins, spiking each time you squeal into another curve of road; where Jimin was initially ahead of you, you’re now almost level, approaching the last turn of the track. You suck in a lungful of air and lean your body into the weight of your car, throttling her to get more of an angle in the restricted hairpin turn, familiar and confident enough in your Solstice to know exactly how to steer her so you don’t lose control.

It’s perfect. Jimin curves out more widely and takes longer to straighten up and by this point you’ve slammed down on the accelerator for the final, straight part of the road; you scream over the finish line first to the roar of the awaiting crowd and the wide grins of your teammates, Jungkook and Taehyung elated at your win.

It doesn’t take long for the other racers to finish after you. Jimin is only a few seconds behind you, an insignificant amount of time in the grand scheme of things, but in this moment, on this track, it means everything— the difference between winning or losing.

“That was dope!” Jungkook whoops when you swing your door open, and you grin at him. You’re a little shaky as you step out of the car, breathing hard with the adrenaline that’s still in your system, lightheaded. You love this feeling. You love when you’re driving and your entire body is on edge and wound tight— but you love the come down, too, the way you can feel how the adrenaline is still roiling through your veins, dissipating.

You’re surrounded by the hubbub of the crowd, screaming and yelling at each other and the racers, but they’re still careful to steer clear of the cars. You can feel the heat of your engine through the hood and touch your fingers tenderly to the warm metal; you briefly catch Jimin’s eye as he climbs out of his Skyline but before you can do anything, your crew are grabbing you and you’re inevitably pulled away to collect your prize money and, as Taehyung says, ‘get turnt’.

(You don’t do this for the prize money, though. You don’t do it for the free booze, the drugs, the sex: none of that interests you. You do it because you love to drive, love the sensation of control as you make your car dance in ways most drivers can’t even dream of— love showing that you’re good enough to win.)

Jimin finds you later, sequestered from the crowd and sitting on the hood of your car. Even though you’d won you hadn’t searched out the limelight and had slipped out after making a cursory appearance. It’s this little ritual the two of you have, searching each other out after your races, a few stolen moments of privacy despite the throngs of fans that fill whatever area that Seokjin has relegated the afterparty to. You see that Jimin notices the still full bottle of soju in your hands. You’re only holding onto it for appearance’s sake, an excuse if someone tries to foist more on you— you don’t drink and drive.

“Congratulations,” he says. His eye makeup is a little smudged, probably from the humidity, but he looks just as alluring as before, stylish rather than mussed. “You drove beautifully.”

“So did you,” you reply, honest. It had been a close call, but Jimin had drifted as well as always, Skyline gliding as smooth and soft as silk over the rough asphalt of the mountain roads. You might be wary of Park Jimin but you’re always civil with each other and you’re nothing if not honest— he’s incredible at what he does.

“Not beautifully enough.” Jimin smiles wryly, but you know this is directed at himself and not you. You’ve never seen him act bitter after losing, unlike some other racers. Then again, he doesn’t flaunt his wins, either. Which is similar to you, you guess, although you wonder why he races at all. You don’t judge based on appearances or personality— you’re certainly the poster girl for being an unusual candidate for a street racer— but you have to wonder what set Jimin onto this path in the first place. “I’ll have to do better next time.”

“Feel free not to, I’m happy if you want to let me win,” you joke.

“We both know that’s not true.” Jimin’s smile has shifted from wry into something smaller. It feels almost like a secret, and you find your heart stuttering in your chest at the sight of it, this tiny bit of- this tiny bit of openness from him. “You want to race against the best, not someone who’ll just hand you first place.”

You blink with surprise. You can’t help but let this surprise show on your face even if you normally try to control your expressions around Jimin; you never want to show vulnerability to any of your competitors, even the ones who seem like genuinely okay people, like Namjoon or Hoseok. “That’s true,” you say. What’s the point of coming first if it isn’t actually a challenge? That’s what makes wins all the better— knowing that you’ve worked for it, that you’ve worked hard, that you’re racing against the best of the best and still come out on top. There’s a difference between being inexperienced and incompetent. You have no time for the latter.

Jimin is close enough to touch you. You’re acutely aware of the sweat that’s beaded along your hairline, both your forehead and at the back of your neck; you’ve shed your leather jacket to try your best to cool down in the humid night air and the baring of your skin has helped somewhat, shorts and vest revealing swathes of skin that can feel the light touch of the breeze, as heavy with mugginess as it is.

Of course, he doesn’t touch you. Instead he brushes his fingers across the metal of the Solstice’s hood, light enough that his fingers don’t leave a mark. Normally if anyone even approaches her you can feel your hackles rising, the urge to snap at them overwhelming— there’s a reason people usually avoid approaching your car— but for some reason Jimin doesn’t conjure this feeling in you. You let the touch pass without comment and you notice that Jimin’s fingers go still for a moment. He’d been expecting you to tell him to stop.

“She’s beautiful,” he says. He’s still looking at you.

“The love of my life.” You can’t help but smile a little when you say this. You lavish praise onto this car, calling her your love and baby, and she gives back as much as you put in.

“Mm.” Jimin hums lightly and strokes his fingers down the car again, before splaying fingers out, palm pressed flat against the hood; you hear the metal of his rings touch against it. The suspension of your Solstice isn’t exactly the highest in the world and with the curve of the hood this has Jimin leaning against it in a way that seems almost flirtatious, his hip cocked, although his expression doesn’t betray anything. He’s intimidatingly gorgeous. “What made you choose this car?”

You shrug. “Gut feeling,” you say. “Desire. I saw it, I wanted it. I got it. Why did you choose a Skyline?”

“Because they’re good for drifting,” Jimin says, with a small grin. Skylines aren’t an uncommon sight on the circuit and it certainly would have been a lot cheaper to tweak a Nissan than your Pontiac, what with export costs and difficulties getting American car parts over here— but that’s one good thing about owning a garage. Easier access because of your connections. “And because I like them.”

You point at him, other fingers still hooked around the neck of the soju bottle. “See, that’s how you should think,” you say. “It’s what I did. Don’t choose something because it’s the smart choice. Choose it because you like it. If you want something, go for it. You’ll make it work.”

Something flickers across Jimin’s face. He opens his mouth to speak but then your phone goes off; it’s in your back pocket, pressed against the hood of your car, vibrations amplified against the metal. Jungkook’s calling you. No doubt he’s wondering where you’ve gone and if he needs to save you from hordes of fans or something.

You decline the call and shoot him a quick text, wedging the soju bottle between your thighs before you begin to type both hands. You don’t notice how Jimin eyes the motion, how the beads of condensation on the glass are slick against your skin, shining; by the time you glance up, looking through your lashes, Jimin has straightened and taken a step back, no longer touching the Solstice. “Stay out of trouble,” he says. “I’ll see you next time.”

“I’ll be counting the minutes,” you say, but it doesn’t come out as sarcastically as you mean it to. Jimin gives you one last smile, a subtle upturn to his perfect lips, before he turns to go. You find yourself staring at Jimin as he leaves and absently wondering how on earth he fits that spectacular ass into those jeans of his.

The next time you race against Jimin you’re kind of a mess.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jungkook asks, hesitantly, as you try to slam the hood of your car shut with less force than necessary; you fumble as you raise it and get it shut on the second try.

“I’m fine.”

Taehyung and Jungkook exchange a look, but neither of them say anything. They’re clearly concerned about you and your weird behaviour.

You haven’t told them the reason why you’re like this, not yet. You’d caught your boyfriend in bed with his ex; after their break-up they’d remained friends, and you being an idiot, had allowed it. You’d been unsure at first, but you’d decided to trust him after he'd kept on at you about it, only to discover that not only had he been cheating on you with his ex, he’d been cheating on you the whole time you’d been dating. Months of your time, spat on, wasted. You’re mad at him, at her, at them both, of course— you’d kicked them out of your apartment immediately, literally throwing their things out and slamming the door shut in his face when he’d tried to beg for forgiveness— but since that afternoon you’ve gone weirdly numb alongside the rage, and you go quiet when you’re angry, anyway.

He’d been so nice on the surface, so kind to you, one of your few partners who’d been okay with the street racing and hadn’t tried to fight you on it, even if he’d never actually come to watch or actively encouraged you— but now that you think about it this is probably because it would have given him time to go fuck his sidepiece, which is what’s kind of messing you up the most. You feel stupid, too. Taehyung and Jungkook had always been wary of him, not liking his attitude and being mad that he hadn’t supported your interests. Boy, had they been proven right. Why hadn’t you listened to them?

(Why had you trusted him?)

You’re holding onto a spanner but fumble and drop it onto your foot. You’re wearing boots today so it’s not like it hurts, but the surprise of it brings you back into the moment, angry at your own clumsiness. Jungkook and Taehyung have retreated to the other side of the car; you haven’t told them about the cause of your mood yet and so they’re understandably perplexed at it. But you feel embarrassed and ashamed even if you logically know that it’s not your fault that you’d been cheated on and your oldest friends would never judge you— once this feeling passes, you’ll tell them. You know they’ll come up with some convoluted revenge plan, one that you’ll be totally on board with— but right now? Right now, you’re going to channel everything into this race.

You’ve just finished flicking the clasps of your toolbox shut and straightened up when you notice that Min Yoongi has apparently walked over and is now talking to Taehyung, who looks faint, while Jungkook looks on with unbridled glee. You feel entertained at their expressions despite the tumult of feelings inside you, but then—

“Everything in working order?”

Of course, if Yoongi is here, Jimin would be, too. He looks so good it kind of hurts. His blonde hair has been pushed out of his face today, swooping away from his forehead, and rather than dangling chains he has simple hoops in his ears; it seems like he’s wearing contacts as well, light hazel eyes piercing as he watches you. (You miss the usual warmth of his dark brown eyes.)

“Pretty much,” you say. Jimin seems surprised at your lacklustre response but you can’t summon the energy needed to be your usual self, none of your subtle biting humour shining through tonight. You see how his brow twitches as he frowns a little; if you weren’t incorrect you’d say he seems— seems worried, almost?

“That’s good.” He seems unsure about what to say, which is a first for him, and pauses before he speaks again, asking something he never has before. “Are you alright?”

You huff a laugh through your nose. “No, I’m half left,” you say, but then you give him a polite smile. “I’m okay. Do I not seem okay? Are you worried that I’ll pull out before the race starts? Don’t worry, I wouldn’t give you the satisfaction.”

It’s weird. Jimin is clearly unsatisfied with your response, but not because it could be considered kind of rude— although it definitely could— but because you’re deflecting, and he’s concerned about you.

Concerned about you? Huh. What an odd realisation.

“I know you wouldn’t pull out of a race,” Jimin says. His eyebrows have both risen a little, face somewhat dubious, but when he says this you know he means it. “I’ll see you on the track.”

When he goes, Yoongi does too, though not before smirking at Taehyung in a way that should probably be illegal— judging from the expression on Taehyung’s face he’s ascended to nirvana and Jungkook muffles a laugh into his palm as you wander over.

“Min Yoongi gave me his number.” Taehyung sounds faint. “Someone pinch me, I’m dreaming.”

Jungkook socks him in the shoulder and Taehyung yelps.

“He said pinch, not punch, Kook,” you say, but Jungkook looks unrepentant until Taehyung punches him back, and then he just looks hurt (emotionally and physically). Neither of you buy it. “I’m happy for you, Tae.”

“You should plan your wedding for October. I bet Yoongi loves Halloween and you’d look great in autumnal colours,” Jungkook says. Taehyung sighs dreamily.

They’re both so caught up in this development in Taehyung’s long term crush that it allows you to let the smile drop off your face, and for a second your exhaustion and hurt shines through before you school your expression. You can’t let anyone on the track witness you being weak— you’ve had to claw your way up in their estimations and you’re not going to let one shitty guy fuck up your performance and take away all that work from you.

A few cars away, unnoticed, Yoongi watches as Jimin watches you in turn, then claps him on the shoulder. “You’re not being especially subtle, kid.”

“I— subtle about what, hyung?”

Yoongi raises an eyebrow. “That girl is a competitor, not your friend. Why are you worrying about her?”

Jimin pauses before a slow frown starts to grow on his face, organising his thoughts. “I don’t want to race against someone when they’re not giving me their best,” he says. “Where’s the challenge in that?”

Yoongi looks skeptical but decides not to comment and so Jimin is free to glance back at you.

You look fine now. Maybe a little more stern faced than usual, though it can be hard to read your expressions sometimes; Jimin has watched you enough to become infinitely familiar with the line of your lips and the steel in your eyes, the determination written into you, even if most people seem to be unable to see past the makeup and clothes you put on, a way to lull them into underestimating you.

Most people are so quick to jump to conclusions based on appearance. You must have been the only one who hadn’t done that to him, shaking his hand firmly and carefully when he’d first rolled onto the circuit— he could see how your eyes had darted over him, reading him, taking him in, immediately cautious. You’d seen past the front he’d put on.

You’re endlessly fascinating. Whip smart and talented without being narcissistic, but also without any false humility. You know you’re good. And you know how to play the game, too, coy and flirtatious with the men who underestimate you before blasting past them on the track. Before Jisoo had quit and moved back to Gunpo, you’d been friendly with her, a measured rapport that you no longer have now that you’re the only female racer in the Seoul circuit, and it must be exhausting to consistently be discredited just because you’re a woman— but you never seem ruffled by it.

So what’s happened to you tonight?

He keeps his eyes on you when you pull up to the line. Today you’re in Incheon and your route is to the airport and back again. The start is on the top level of a car park and you��re behind Jimin at the starting line; he keeps his eyes on you in his rearview mirror and notices the hardness of your face, none of the usual anticipation and excitement that colours your features before a race has begun. He can’t help but wonder.

Then the flagger walks onto the track, and Jimin focuses on them, on the swoop of the flag, before the race begins.

You come fifth.

All things told, fifth place isn’t bad, especially considering who you were racing tonight; there are a lot of really talented drifters in Incheon who are a lot more familiar with its roads than you are, driving the airport route regularly and drifting in the deserted airport car parks, leaving evidence of their visits with black tyre marks in ringed circles in the parking lots.

So it’s no surprise that an Incheon native had come first (Choi Minho clearly knows what he’s doing). Jimin had come second. You’d just beaten out Namjoon, who’d shaken your hand afterwards and congratulated you on the last turn before the finish line, the way you’d ridden his drag to get the momentum needed to sling yourself forwards and beat him. It had been a good manoeuvre, sure, but you’re still disappointed in yourself.

It’s not the fact that you hadn’t won that’s bothering you. It’s the fact you’d driven terribly, even if someone watching from the outside wouldn’t have been able to tell. For all that you’d been planning to channel your turbulent emotions into drifting, your handling had been off and your reactions had been stunted and so your driving had suffered. Your Solstice had given you as good a performance as always, but it wasn’t the car, it was you.

You feel like shit.

You leave the afterparty sooner than usual and rather than just escaping somewhere, you leave altogether; it’s hard to be subtle with the loud exhaust of your Pontiac but you manage it somehow, the crowds of fans and drivers too caught up in their own revelries to notice you slipping away. You pull up into the dark of a deserted car park. The only light is from street lamps on the ridge behind you and the moon in the clear sky above and you’re surrounded by nothing but the silence of abandoned vehicles. You let your head tip forward until you’re resting your forehead against the grip of your steering wheel, warm from where you’ve been holding it.

You lift your head to roll your windows down to try and get some cooler night air in, and so you hear the sound of another car pulling into the lot— you know the spread of those headlights, the rumble of that exhaust. Jimin pulls up next to you, coming to a sharp stop before he cuts his engine and the lights die. He climbs out of his car with his usual grace, though when he rounds the hood of your Pontiac to approach the driver’s side he seems to be moving faster than normal.

“Y/n.” He sounds oddly serious, almost accusatory. “What was that?”

“What?”

He’s staring at you through your open window, his face austere; there’s a loose lock of his hair hanging across his forehead, now, falling away from how it had been pushed out of his face. He looks a little dishevelled, but artfully so, and you can’t help but envy his ability to look fashionably beautiful at all times, even when he’s frowning at you. “Tonight. Your driving was off. What happened?”

Oh. You look away from him, staring back out of the front windscreen, unable to keep staring into his eyes. You feel weirdly ashamed, like you’ve disappointed him. Normally you couldn’t give two shits about what other racers think of you, but Jimin— Jimin is different. Jimin is the one person you measure yourself against, the one person who you feel personally challenged by, as distinctive and unusual as you both seem on the circuit, standing out in your own idiosyncratic ways, and he’s struck right into the heart of things: your driving was shoddy and he knows it.

“I—” Your mouth opens, and then shuts again. Oh, God. You’ve been holding it together, but as you sit there with Jimin still watching you, something inside you starts to fray and unravel, the tightness of your control slipping away from you. “My boyfriend was cheating on me,” you confess, and then you splay a hand across your face. You hide your face from him and so you don’t see how Jimin stiffens, eyes widening when he notices that you’ve started to cry; you’re not sobbing or making any noise, but there’s a glint of wetness on your cheeks, tears silently rolling down your face. “I only found out today and I can’t stop thinking about it and it fucked up my driving. I should have done better.”

You don’t know why you’re telling him this. Every part of your reputation is built up around not letting your competitors see any weakness in you, and here you are, spilling a private facet of your life to your personal rival and crying in front of him. You can’t look him in the eye. You don’t want to see the judgement on his face, the way you must be falling in his estimations: the way he must be realising that you’re just some weak little girl who isn’t even good enough to keep a relationship going. No doubt any second he’s about to laugh at you, or scoff derisively, or tell you to stop being so dramatic and to stop snivelling like some sort of child, and you’ll be left trying to pick up the pieces of your shattered reputation from the dark grey tarmac.

“Hey.”

Jimin’s voice is soft. When you don’t respond you feel the lightest touch of his fingers against the back of your hand, still pressed against your face; you sniff and pull the hand away, hesitantly turning your head to look at Jimin, afraid of what you’re going to see, even after hearing the tone of his voice.

But there’s no judgement on his face. No derision. He’s crouched down by the side of your Pontiac so your faces are level— his earlier frown has disappeared completely and all you can see is compassion. He doesn’t look like he pities you and instead he looks warm and empathetic.

“I’m sorry,” he says. He clearly, genuinely means it. “It must really hurt.”

You laugh wetly. “It’s so stupid.” There are tears still dribbling down your cheeks, though they’ve started to slow. “The more I think about it, the more I realise I didn’t even really like him that much? I just… I don’t know,” you sigh. “It does hurt. When you trust someone and they break that trust. Of course I immediately dumped him and I’ll never take him back, but… I still can’t believe he did that to me. With his ex? I should have seen it coming. I feel so stupid.”

Jimin stays quiet as you sniff again. You feel gross and messy, your face swollen from tears, and your makeup must be running, too. You must look terrible right now. And yet Jimin continues to look at you with that gentle understanding, like he doesn’t care about how you’ve just let slip this raw part of yourself.

You wonder if he’s going to say the usual set phrases— that you deserve better (you do), that your ex was probably a dick anyway (he was), all of that— but he doesn’t. He doesn’t cheapen your pain with any normal idioms. Instead, he slowly reaches forward, giving you plenty of time to stop him or pull away, but you don’t. You let him take the edge of his sleeve and lightly dab at your cheeks, unheeding of how your tears darken the fabric of his expensive looking bomber jacket; the fabric isn’t exactly soft, but his touch is. You don’t know why you let him touch you, yet you don’t regret it, not with how kind he’s being to you right now. You let your traitorous body lean into his touch and he doesn’t react, but you’re not sure if that’s because he chooses not to or if he doesn’t notice.

When Jimin pulls back he keeps his fingers hooked on your door, on the lip where the window has retracted into, and his face is closer now. What little light is reaching the two of you seems to have gathered on him, like the moon can’t help but shine on the man— the silver light mellows him, softening the edges of his beauty, and he doesn’t look like your indomitable rival. He just looks like a person, a boy, surprisingly soft and cute, eyes warm.

(He looks like a friend.)

“There’s nothing stupid about trusting someone that you’re in a relationship with,” Jimin says. “Relationships should be built on trust, and you weren’t stupid for investing yourself in that. What he did wasn’t a reflection on you, and it’s his burden to bear. Please don’t feel stupid.” He’s looking at you so sincerely and the thing inside you that had frayed and unraveled turns to liquid at the sight, trickling through your chest like a refreshing rush of water.

“Okay.” Your voice is a murmur. “I mean, I do feel stupid right now, but I know you’re right.” It’s one thing to know an emotional truth, but it’s another to hear it said out loud by another person— and it’s nice to know that someone you’re not even that close to supports you. It’s why, in a way, it’s almost easier to believe Jimin; he has no reason to be nice to you. And yet here he is.

“Good.” Jimin is equally as quiet as you, but he sounds pleased, and you can’t help but smile at him.

“I’ll be fine by the next race,” you say. Even as you say that, you know it’s true— your sudden outburst of tears has already started to dry up, and for all that you still feel the pain inside you, you feel… better. Admitting this to Jimin has been weirdly soothing, even if you should probably be worried about how this is going to come back and bite you on the ass. For all that you’ve just been speaking about how someone had broken your trust, you find yourself trusting Jimin, trusting that he’s not going to use this moment of weakness against you later.

You already trust him more than you’d trusted your ex— but you’re not sure if that says something about Jimin or if that says something about you.

“Don’t worry,” Jimin says. “We won’t count this race.”

You let slip a surprised cough of laughter. Even though you’d been crying less than five minutes ago you find that a smile begins to split your face and your spirits quietly lift when Jimin smiles back at you. You can’t help but notice that one of his front teeth is a little bit crooked, and you’re just— just captivated by it. You've never been this close to Jimin before, or let your eyes run across his face the way they are right now; it seems like there's still more to learn about his features, as familiar with them as you thought you were.

“How gracious. That means I’m still ahead of you.” Your smile has grown smaller but no less happy, and you hope that Jimin knows that. Judging from the look on his face you’d say that he does. He’s always polite, but he’s never been this overtly, directly kind before, but you’ve also never allowed him the opportunity, the two of you keeping each other at a respectful arm’s length. You can’t help but feel grateful. “Jimin… thank you.”

He gives you a little shake of the head. “I’m sorry you’ve been hurt like this,” he says. “Thank you for telling me.”

“You’re cheaper than therapy,” you reply, grinning at him while pressing your tongue against your teeth and touching it to your lower lip, a little cheeky; he seems surprised at the fact you’re talking to him like this when you’re normally more distant and deliver your lines without the weight of your laughter behind it, especially off the back of just crying. You’ve never seen Jimin caught off guard, even if he seems to gather himself up almost immediately.

“Maybe I should charge you, then,” he says with a smile, and you huff out a breath of laughter.

“That’s just greedy.” You lean back in the seat of your car, hair pressing against the headrest, and look at yourself in your rearview mirror. You don’t look anywhere as bad as you’d thought but you still wince a little. “Oh, wow. I should go home and wash off this mascara before someone sees me and mistakes me for a panda.”

“You make a very cute panda,” Jimin says. You scoff.

“Don’t try and lull me into a false sense of security so I go easy on you the next time we have a race. Just because I spilled a secret to you doesn’t mean that I like you.” You point at him, but the words come out softer than you mean them to and Jimin clearly doesn’t take them to heart.

“Of course not.”

The two of you drive back to Seoul together. When you get to longer, empty stretches of road you throttle your cars and weave around each other; your windows are still down and Jimin’s put his down too, heedless of how the wind is making a mess of his hair. At one point the two of you hit a turn and when you drift around it you let out a loud whoop of joy, chasing away your earlier sadness in the face of this euphoria.

When you race you don’t let yourself go like this but there’s something to be said about letting yourself shout out loud as you drop into a corkscrew of a turn, riding it out with a screech from your tires, drifting and slamming down on the accelerator because you can. Jimin is grinning and though it’s hard to hear over the roar of your exhausts, he’s laughing; it’s nice to see that he's enjoying himself, too. Normally on the track he's single-minded and only focused on the win, not giving himself over to theatrics, but this, this lets you know that Jimin genuinely loves to drift, and something in you is glad.

You slide into another turn, popping your handbrake and letting the car swing around, and Jimin moves in tandem with you— when you race you’ll try to throw your opponents off, force risky moves so they’re forced off balance, but right now you’re not competing with each other and so you match each other’s motions. Smoke goes flying from your tyres, kicking back dust and burnt rubber, and you ride the spike of adrenaline in your blood with wide eyes and bared teeth. The adrenaline rises in your veins, and the unhappiness dims, and you join in with Jimin’s laughter when you hit another straight stretch of road. You leave your sadness behind in Incheon as you rush forwards and back to Seoul, Jimin matching your pace and coasting alongside you, and it feels weirdly peaceful. Weirdly right.

Once you reach the city and have to part, you pull up at a deserted intersection, adjacent to each other. Jimin’s hair has been entirely pulled out of its earlier style and he looks so much younger like this, blond locks falling over his forehead, dishevelled— you find that you really, really like it. He catches you looking and parts his lips, flicking out his tongue on one side of his mouth, similar to your earlier motion but a lot more shameless. You know the fact that you’re startled is obvious on your face but you’ve never seen him like this before, provocative and wild and free.

“How dare you,” you say mildly, and he throws his head back when he laughs.

“Okay, seriously,” Jungkook says. “What is going on between you and Jimin?”

You glance away from the aforementioned man who you’ve been watching as he’s been bent over the hood of his car, fiddling with something in the engine; it’s hard not to look, eyes glued to the motion of his hips and how he fills out his black jeans so perfectly. “Hm? What?”

“Kookie’s right, you’ve kind of been… uh… weird, recently.” Taehyung sounds hesitant.

“Weird? Tae, she goes up to Jimin to talk to him before races. She never does that with other people, let alone Park Jimin.”

“She does sometimes. She likes Hoseok.”

“Guys, I’m still here,” you say, lifting a hand. Both men shut up. “What’s weird about it?”

“Uh, everything?” Jungkook looks baffled. “Since when are you and Park Jimin bosom buddies? I thought you hated him.”

“I never said that,” you protest, which is true. “I just said he’s my biggest rival on the circuit. Doesn’t mean that I hate him.”

“Clearly not,” Jungkook says. “I was joking about the sexual tension before, but nowadays the two of you look like you’re constantly two seconds away from just eating each other. When did that happen?”

“You’re talking about cannibalism, Kook,” Taehyung says, and Jungkook flaps his hand at the other boy while saying you know what I mean.

Okay, admittedly, your friends both have a point. After you’d confessed your break-up to Jimin, even though you instinctively trust him (for some reason), there’d been the lingering concern that he was going to see this chink in your armour and exploit that weakness— but he hasn’t. He hasn’t even referred to it again, not explicitly; the next time you’d seen each other he’d just softly asked if you were okay, and when you’d said yes, that had been that. But as time has gone on you find that when you and Jimin talk, it’s not just the cursory exchanges you used to have. He lingers longer when he speaks to you before races and you open up conversation more when you find each other alone during the afterparties and it’s… it’s strangely easy to open up to Jimin.

So, yeah, you’ve been walking over to talk to him, too. He’d always been the one to search you out first, and you don’t want him to think that your friendship is one-sided, so you’ve been doing the same for him. Friendship. You’re friends with Park Jimin. Who would have thought you’d live to see the day?

“He’s looking over here,” Jungkook says, and you glance in Jimin’s direction. He always looks great but tonight he’s fucking devastating, hair in stylish waves and eyes smoky, the neckline of his shirt almost scandalously low, revealing his collarbones. When you make eye contact, rather than looking away he just stares back at you, before letting his lips curl up in what could be considered a flirtatious smirk— even from this far you can see the glisten of his lips, the dark pink of his pout.

That’s something that’s new, too. As you’ve both been getting to know each other more you’ve been letting down your defences, and one thing that’s apparently developed is this sort of give and take of coy banter, teasing flirtation that just slips out. Sure, you flirt jokingly with Hoseok too, but with Jimin it’s… it’s a bit heavier than that, a little more direct. But feels so natural that you don’t second guess it and you’re not about to stop someone as fucking hot as Park Jimin acting like he wants you, so.

You mirror a similar expression back, pouting your lips at him, and Jimin’s eyes look like they darken in response. Taehyung makes a little noise of distress. “Oh, my God, Kookie, I take it back, you’re right,” he says. “They do want to eat each other.”

“Shut up,” you say, finally tearing your eyes away from Jimin. “Don’t act like you don’t want Yoongi to eat your ass out on a car.”

“I do not!” Taehyung squeaks in a way that says he kind of absolutely does, but he’s embarrassed about it. “Shut up!”

“We’re just friends,” you say, before picking up your toolbox and shoving it into Jungkook’s arms. He makes a little oof sound as the weight of it hits his chest. “Don’t be jealous, you know I’m ride or die for the two of you.”

“You don’t try to eyefuck us like you do with Jimin,” Jungkook says.

“Do you want me to?” You raise your eyebrows at him. Taehyung looks horrified and Jungkooks makes a noise of disgust.

“You’re like our sister! That’s heinous,” he says. “I’m going to get rid of the toolbox and we’re never going to speak of this conversation again.”

“Please, let’s do that,” Taehyung begs. You laugh and roll your eyes but agree, glad that they’ve both dropped the Jimin thing.

You’re not blind. You’ve always known Jimin is drop-dead gorgeous, and it’s also hard not to admire someone when they’re as talented as he is— working hard to grow a skill is something you’ve always found attractive and Jimin drives his Skyline like it’s effortless, wheels spinning and car gliding into each bend as easy as breathing. Jungkook wasn’t necessarily wrong when he said you look like you want to eat him, but as close as Jimin and you are apparently getting, you have no plans to try and fuck your rival any time soon. He’s a friend now, yes, but you’re both competitors, too.

Taehyung catches sight of Yoongi nearby and brightens before wandering off, and Jungkook’s still absent— presumably putting the toolbox away— so you’re left alone by your Pontiac. You run a hand up the back of your neck and just under your updo, feeling your hair under your fingers, an instinctive habit that you don’t think about, but then someone behind you lets out a low whistle.

“Wow.”

You turn away from your car to see who it is. It’s a newcomer to the circuit, someone you haven’t spoken to so far, even if you’ve seen him around. He’s handsome, his hair a red that's darker than the eye-catching brightness of your car and he has a piercing in one of his undyed brows. You’ve only raced against him once— all things told he’s pretty good, even if he hadn’t made it to the top three (you’d beaten Jimin that time, too).

“And you are?” You decide to play ignorant. The man grins at you, amused.

“I’m Changkyun,” he says. “And I know who you are, Y/n.”

“Oh?” You tilt your head at him. “How do you know that, exactly?”

“It’s hard to ignore a queen when she’s carving up the track.” His eyes slide away from you to your Pontiac, the way the light is glinting off her smooth curves and clean lines. “And when her car is almost as gorgeous as she is.”

You have to admit, as much as Changkyun is shamelessly flirting right now, he’s a lot more nuanced than the usual guys that come over to try it on with you. He clearly knows how good you are and this isn’t the first time you’ve seen him around the circuit so he’s probably aware of your reputation— but he’s still decided to bite the bullet and speak to you anyway. You have to give him props for that.

“A queen, huh?” His eyes flick back up to your face when you say this. “Is that what people say about me?”

“I don’t need someone to tell me that you deserve to be treated like royalty,” he says. “I knew that from the second I laid eyes on you.”

His voice is pitched low and there’s a smile playing at the edge of his lips. You raise your eyebrows and let your mouth purse a little, touching a finger to your bottom lip as if in thought; Changkyun’s dark eyes trace every motion, shameless.

“What does being treated like royalty mean, exactly?” You tap your lip, letting your nail press into the swell of flesh. “Being nice to me?”

“A hands on demonstration would be the best way to show you.” Changkyun has stepped closer to you, leaning in, although you notice he’s still giving you space— he really is a lot more nuanced than you’re used to. You’re begrudgingly impressed, even if you don’t show it. “If you’d like.”

“If I’m a queen, I don’t think I should let some regular commoner just touch me,” you say, a little haughty, and Changkyun laughs.

“That’s true,” he says, grinning at you with a mouthful of teeth, a wolf. “Winners are kings, right? How about if I beat you in the race today, you’ll think about it?”

You let out a little giggle, making it obvious that you don’t feel threatened. He really has endless confidence, especially considering how you’d outpaced him easily in the one race you’ve had together; he’s definitely capable of winning in his Silvia but it doesn’t matter how well he’s tweaked the S15 if he’s not able to drive it as well as he needs to.

“Oh, I’ll definitely think about it,” you say. “I guess I should wish you good luck then, hm?”

He’s not offended by your laughter and instead it just seems like he wants to rise to the bait. “You’re too kind,” he says. “Would it be too much to ask for a good luck kiss?”

“It would.” You toss your head and he laughs again, quiet and low.

“Alright,” he says, that ever present grin still on his lips. “I’ll see you at the starting line, queen.”

When you climb into your car you know he’ll be watching you. You’re wearing a skirt today and the fabric hitches up when you lower yourself into your seat, revealing the skin of your thigh; you pay no attention to whoever’s looking. You don't have to. You know you look good.

You’ve driven this route in Namsan enough times that you could map out its topography in your sleep, its looping curves lending itself to being one of the most fun roads you get to drift on. Jimin rolls into a smooth stop next to you, Skyline easing into place, and you glance at him out of the corner of your eye. When you take in the expression on his face you almost do a double take.

He looks hungry. There’s no other way to describe it, really. You’re used to seeing resolve on his face, of course, his determination to win— but tonight he looks almost on edge, eyes hard as he stares out at the road and fingers wrapped tight around his steering wheel, like he’s going to throw his car forwards so he can win, starving for it.

When the flag drops Jimin’s Skyline jumps forward like a bullet from a gun. You try to match his pace but he throws you off when he slings himself out of a turn and slides into a choku-dori, the zig-zagging motion of his car catching you off guard and forcing you to drift longer after the turn, your foot tight on the clutch as the back of your Solstice swings around in a wider arc to avoid him. Jimin drives more recklessly tonight than you’re used to, drifting around each bend faster than you would dare: it’s exhilarating to watch even if he’s absolutely destroying you— he blasts over the finish line first to the roar of the crowd, the sound of his screaming throttle dying down as he pulls to a screeching stop, triumphant.

You and Hoseok come joint second, exactly the same time on the clock. You’re panting as you step out of your car, hands shaking with adrenaline, staring in Jimin’s direction with incredulity. Jungkook and Taehyung are waiting for you but when you ask for water they both rush off, saying they can cover more ground with the two of them (whatever that means). Hoseok distracts you when he comes over and high-fives you over your combined second place, indifferent to his loss.

“Jimin was driving like a beast today,” he comments as he glances over at the man. “I wonder what got into him?”

“I have no clue,” you say. Jimin isn’t looking over at you, distracted by groups of fans who have surrounded him before he disappears to collect his prize money, and you wonder what’s going through his head. “Did you see how he approached that second turn?”

“Yeah, I did.” Hoseok nods. “It was way more aggressive than usual, wasn’t it? Oh, I think someone wants to talk to you,” he says as he spots someone over your shoulder, taking a step back and wiggling his fingers at you in a goodbye wave. “I’ll catch you at the afterparty, cutie.”

‘Someone’ turns out to be Changkyun, of course. He’d come fourth. The final hairpin turn seems like it had thrown him off, though he’d recovered well from it if he’d only been beaten out by Namjoon. “Guess someone else has the title of king, tonight,” Changkyun says, and though he sounds disappointed, he sounds less bothered than you would have expected.

“So it seems.” You straighten as Jungkook approaches with a water bottle, already uncapped for you, and you accept it from him gratefully before taking in a sip. He gives Changkyun a long look but doesn’t say anything, though Changkyun seems uncowed. “You drove well, though.”

“That’s high praise, coming from you.” Changkyun seems pleased at your compliment. “Maybe I’ll beat you next time, huh?”

“I’ll try not to hold my breath,” you say drily, no longer in the mood to play along with him. You’re not trying to be cocky but the truth is that you’d never been worried about him beating you— and even if he had, you don’t fuck around with other drivers, or fans, as desperate as they might be. The underground racing scene is rife with this sort of stuff but you still have no interest in it and for all that Changkyun is undeniably attractive and admittedly intriguing, it’s nowhere near enough to genuinely catch your attention.

(There's only one driver on the circuit who has your attention the way Changkyun wants it, but no one needs to know that.)

Changkyun just laughs. He doesn’t seem surprised or offended at all. “Whatever makes you happy. Maybe I’ll see you at the afterparty.”

As he walks away, Jungkook clicks his tongue, unimpressed, while you gulp down another mouthful of water and try to still your adrenaline-shaking fingers.

The crowd at Namsan is pretty big tonight, the openness of the mountain roads allowing more people to get out here and park up to watch, but on the same token of being on a mountain it doesn’t exactly lend itself to being the sort of place that’s good to stand around and drink. There are some warehouses nearby that are empty overnight and it’s only a short drive there, people migrating after the race has finished; you’ll get other drivers who are too afraid to race coming to show off their cars, revving their engines and doing doughnuts in the deserted warehouse car parks. You park your Solstice away from this revelry, not wanting to be asked to join in— you’ve already had your adrenaline high of the night, and besides, everyone knows how good you are without you having to prove it by doing figure 8s in an old parking lot or burning out your tyres.

At one point you see Changkyun again but when he looks like he’s about to approach you, you just raise your eyebrows at him. He lifts his hands in a deferential act of surrender and leaves you alone which shows a surprising amount of self-awareness on his part.

You know Taehyung has wandered off with Yoongi, but you wonder where Jungkook is and turn away from where Changkyun is retreating to see if you can find him. Instead you see Jimin for the first time since the race, making eye contact— he must have been watching you, already looking in your direction when you spot him.

The second you see him, your lips unwittingly lift into a smile. It’s not even conscious on your part, your genuine happiness at seeing him shining through on your face. Jimin pauses but then a girl appears out of the crowd nearby and latches onto his arm, batting her eyelashes at the winner of the night; he’s startled by her appearance and looks away from you before he can smile back.

Normally you’d find it funny, that brief moment of bewilderment on Jimin’s face as he’s being accosted by someone, but for some reason today you don’t feel amused— the smile hardens on your face and jealousy licks at your insides before your eyes widen in surprise. You have no right or reason to feel like this. Jimin is free to do what he likes, of course, and the girl is gorgeous— why shouldn’t he just do what every other driver does and take what he wants?

You think you’re done socialising for the night. You’ll catch up with Taehyung and Jungkook later.

For once you’ve managed to get your hands on a non-alcoholic drink. You crack open the can of peach water and lean against your car as you sip it, feeling refreshed even if the liquid is tepid at best. You’re idly reading the ingredients list and raising your eyebrows at the sugar content when you hear the sound of footsteps approaching you; you glance up, wondering who’s come this far away from the party to your concealed parking spot.

“Jimin?” The surprise is obvious in your voice. Even though you still meet each other alone during each afterparty you’d never expected to see him so soon, especially considering the groupies who’d been gathering around him after he’d come first. The stunning girl who’d been clinging onto his arm is nowhere in sight. “Hi.”

“Hi.” There’s something in his expression that you can’t read. Despite his win, he still has that look of hunger on his face, although it seems more muted than it had earlier. Speaking of his win—

“Congrats on coming first,” you say, raising your can at him in a cheers motion. “That was some incredible driving. You deserve that win.” And everything else that comes with it, you think to yourself, the voice in your head shockingly bitter. You need to calm down.

Jimin is standing a lot closer than he normally does. It’s kind of hard to keep your eyes off the line of his neck and his collarbones; the vee of his shirt has dipped even lower, showing off even more of his skin. “It was close.”

You can’t help but laugh. “No, it wasn’t, and you know it. There’s no need to be humble. But really, your driving was unparalleled tonight. What was up with that? You’re not normally that much of a daredevil.”

Jimin pauses. “You want to know?”

“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to know, Jimin.” You’re being more standoffish now than you have been recently, but you can’t help it, even if you sort of feel like a petulant child. You’re still holding onto your can of peach water, arms loosely crossed in a way that allows you to keep lifting it to your mouth, and you raise one of your eyebrows at him as you take a drink from it; you almost choke on that sip of water when Jimin gets closer, crowding you against the car. His arms come to either side of you and he cages you in, trapping you. He leans forwards and your eyes go wide.

“You really want to know?” When he speaks his face is so close to yours that you can feel the heat of his breath curling out of his mouth; your eyes betray you and flit down to his lips, watching the way they curve themselves around the words. Even though you wrench them back up immediately you know Jimin would have seen you look, and there’s a quiet, pleased upturn to his lips now, though the intensity in his eyes hasn’t dimmed at all. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You might be at Jimin’s mercy right now, but you’re not about to let him know that— even if it’s patently obvious. You’ve pulled your arms closer to your chest, trying to crowd as far back against your car as you can, but Jimin is still so close. “Yeah. I do.”

“To prove that I’m better than him,” he says. “To put him in his place.”

Even though you probably shouldn’t laugh directly in Jimin’s face when he looks as intense as he does, you can’t help it. “What, Changkyun? Of course you’re better than him. Why would you feel the need to prove it?”

Jimin seems pleased by your praise, preening a little, but his eyes are still hooded as he looks at you. “So he knows that he’s never going to be good enough.”

His gaze is still heavy, eyes piercing. This entire situation is already spiralling out of your grasp, but even though your heart is pounding, you find that you don’t mind it at all. You'd told Jungkook earlier that you and Jimin are just friends, and you hadn't been lying, but right now it's getting hard to hold onto that fact— the warmth of Jimin's body so close to yours, his face so near to your own, the two of you almost flush.

“Good enough for what, Jimin?”

“Good enough to be the challenge that you want,” he answers. His voice is quiet but you still hear him perfectly. “The challenge that you need.”

Your breath catches in your throat. Oh. “I don’t have to look for that.” Your voice is a whisper, almost trembling as you admit this. As you lay yourself bare in front of Jimin. “You know that I’ve already found it.”

And Jimin— Jimin smiles. He takes a hand off the Pontiac and runs the pad of his thumb down your jawline before resting it just under the swell of your bottom lip. His touch is slow and languid, giving you time to pull away if you want to: but you don't want to. You tilt your head forward into his touch, tipping your head down so that his thumb rests on the seam of your lips instead, but then he takes the hand away. Before you can do or say anything, he sets it on your outer thigh, just below the hem of your skirt, and waits. There's a question in his eyes, a little lift of his eyebrows, still giving you a chance to push him away— but you don't, so he drags his hand upwards and begins to hitch up the material.

You set your can of unfinished peach water aside, metal clinking against the roof of your car. Now that your hands are free you wind them behind Jimin’s neck and tug him closer. Your noses brush as his hand changes direction, drawing his small, delicate fingers over the lace trim of your panties; your mouth opens and you tilt your head forwards, your lips almost touching, but not quite. Jimin doesn’t bridge that gap and seems content to let you get wound up, the way your hips twitch each time it seems like he’s going to dip between your legs but doesn’t.

“Stop teasing me.” Your voice comes out weak and breathy.

“Stop teasing you?” Jimin raises his eyebrows like he’s affronted, even as you part your legs further and he runs his fingers up the seam of your inner thigh, rather than where you really want him to touch. “I’m just returning the favour.”

It’s a little hard to focus on what he’s saying, your focus on the sensation of his fingertips on your skin, but you frown in confusion. “Returning the favour?”

“I’m showing you what you can have, but not giving it to you,” he says. “Changkyun almost thought he could have you. You’re always so coy with Hoseok, too. But you think I haven’t noticed how you’re different with me? You actually want me. But you just tease and flirt and then leave me wanting more.”

“Jimin.” You suck in a breath as you feel a fleeting touch of his fingers where you’ve been wanting them, the lightest run of his fingers over your slit, though you barely feel it through the fabric of your underwear. He must be able to feel the wetness of you through it. He’s barely touched you and you already feel like a wreck. “Kiss me.”

For a long second you think that he won’t acquiesce, but then his lips are against yours and you sigh against his mouth. You’ve always thought that his lips were sinful and you’re proven right, the swell of them so soft, the way he fits them together with yours; you bask in how gentle the kiss is, eyes slipping shut so you can focus on the sensation. One kiss turns into two, into three, presses of your lips against each other, and you’re so caught up in it that you almost forget about the warmth of Jimin’s hand between your thighs— but your eyes fly open and your breath hitches when he finally slips his fingers into your panties. He runs them up your lower lips, touch still teasing, but then he presses his fingertips against your clit, hard, and you gasp against his lips.

He swallows the sound. Your kisses become open mouthed and you lick desperately into his mouth before he starts to circle his fingers around your pearl of nerves, making you jolt against the side of the car. You have to tip your head back to suck in air, breathless from the kisses and sensitivity, and Jimin takes the opportunity to dip his head and kiss the side of your neck, dragging his teeth over your skin. He nips at the sensitive junction between your neck and shoulder and purses his lips before he sucks hard at it, laving his tongue over the mark that's sure to blossom into a hickey.

“Oh, fuck,” you gasp. Jimin takes the hand that has been bracing himself against the car and moves it to the back of your neck instead, fingers resting at your lower hairline in a grasp that feels surprisingly tender even as he tips your head forward so he can catch your lips again, now that he's left a physical reminder of himself in your skin. The juxtaposition between the slowness of these kisses and the way he’s starting to teasingly dip his fingers just into your entrance is making your head spin, reeling, his soft lips opposing his firm touch. “Jimin.” Your voice is needy as you dig your fingers into Jimin’s shoulder blades. “Please, I need more.”

Jimin rests his forehead against yours, staring at you, and his voice is low as he speaks. “Don’t worry,” he says, with a little smile. “When we’re not racing, I’ll always make sure that you come first.”

You can’t help but giggle. “That’s so stupid,” you say, and Jimin laughs quietly with you, but then your laughter cuts into an inhalation of air as Jimin presses two fingers into you. “Oh, that’s just unfair,” you pant, but you tilt your hips forward to give him a better angle. You’ve always been fascinated with Jimin’s hands, as small and pretty as they are, and they don’t need to hit deep to make you feel good, filling you up so well as he continues to slide them into your tight, wet heat.

He uses the heel of his palm to grind against your clit as he continues to thrust his fingers into you, and it’s almost embarrassing, how quickly you approach your peak. Since you broke up with your ex you haven’t had sex with anyone else, and you’re usually so tired after work or racing that you don’t make time to pleasure yourself alone— but you get the feeling that even if these things weren’t true, you’d still get wound up this quickly, because it’s Jimin.

You think he knows that, too. You’ve stopped kissing, now, your mouths just open against each other, barely touching, and his eyes are drinking each of your reactions in, the way your body responds to him, the way the pleasure is written across your face. Your brows are drawn together and your breaths are coming faster, and Jimin pushes another finger in— it’s lewd, the slick sound of your wetness against his hand as he thrusts his fingers and continues to press his palm against your clit, the metal of his rings warmed from your skin.

Just as you think you’re about to cum, Jimin’s hand stops. You make a noise of need, one of your hands coming to clutch his arm as you try to buck your hips, but it’s not enough. You choke back a sob. “Jimin,” you say. “I’m so close.”

“Ask politely, baby,” he replies, smile wicked, and you almost keen. Normally you’d refuse to beg, but you’re wound so tight right now, so needy—

“Please, Jimin,” you beg. “Let me cum, please, I wanna cum, please, fuck, oh—” Jimin’s started to move his hand again, even faster than before, and you grind your hips into it, riding those fingers with wanton desperation.

“Come on, baby,” he murmurs. “I want to see you fall apart.”

You shudder at his words. It only takes a few more hard curls of his fingers and one particularly long press against your clit and you tumble over the edge; you can feel how your walls ripple around him as waves of pleasure spark through you, the cum that flushes out of you, and you’re writhing against the Pontiac, riding out your orgasm around his fingers. You don’t know what noises you’re making but Jimin muffles them, pressing his tongue past your lips and licking the sounds out of your mouth.

When he pulls his fingers out of you and takes his hands out of your panties, you shiver, still oversensitive. “God, Jimin, you make me feel so good,” you whimper. Jimin looks pleased, and when he lifts his hand to your lips you let them fall open as you stare up at him. You take his fingers into your mouth without protest, circling them with your tongue, licking across his knuckles and fingertips hungrily, the taste of your own pleasure lingering on your tongue as you bob your head and look at Jimin meaningfully.

You’re both startled out of the moment when you hear footsteps and voices approaching. You freeze, the two of you stiffening against each other; although you’re sequestered from the party, you’re not so far away that people couldn’t stumble across you. Jimin pulls your head into his chest so that you’re hidden from view, his head turning in the direction of the sounds— when they fade he lets you go and you go lax and flop backwards over the roof of your car, letting your arms spread wide after that brief moment of panic passes. Jimin turns his head to look down at you, and you give him a smile, still punch-drunk from your post orgasm come down, which he returns. His lips are kiss swollen and he looks so beautiful like this, silhouetted by the night sky behind him as he smiles at you, even if the rest of your surroundings leave something to be desired.

“Wow, Jimin.” You lift one of your hands to draw it down his chest, pulling the neckline of his shirt even lower, revealing more of his skin to you. You can’t help but sigh with delight, almost overwhelmed. “Do you have any idea how incredible you are?”

His smile turns surprisingly cheeky. “Maybe, but I wouldn’t complain if you wanted to tell me again,” he says, and you laugh.

“Your praise kink is showing,” you tease. You lift your other hand and draw your palms over his stomach, surprised but pleased when you feel lines of hard muscle through the fabric of his shirt. “You never had anything to prove, you know,” you say, softer now. “Changkyun is nothing to me. No one else is. You’re the only person on this circuit who I watch.”

Jimin bends forwards, resting his elbows on the roof, hovering above you as he continues to give you that cheeky smile. “Oh?”

You smile back. “Don’t act like you don’t know it,” you say. It’s true that you hadn’t had plans to try and fuck Jimin, but it’s also true that— “When I drive, the only person I want to beat is you. No one else matters. You’ve ruined me, Park Jimin. I never used to care like this.”

In the distance, someone’s engine backfires. Neither of you react to the noise. Jimin is looking down at you with a soft but unreadable expression on his face. “I saw Changkyun approaching you at the afterparty.”

You tilt your head back against the car, lifting your chin as your eyes squeeze with laughter. “Then you saw how I basically told him to fuck off?”

“Yes.” Jimin’s smile goes so wide you can see his teeth, eyes crescents, face bright. “That made me happy.”

“Ah, so you like praise and you’re possessive. Cute,” you say, running a finger down Jimin’s forehead and to the end of his nose, before tapping it. “I suppose now is a good time to let you know that I’m possessive, too.”

“Good,” Jimin says, and then lets out a tinkling laugh when you make a kissing noise at him through pursed lips. “Is that why I saw you disappear after that girl grabbed me?”

“No comment,” you reply, but then pout at him when he crooks an eyebrow at you. “I wasn’t about to watch someone else climbing all over you, was I? She was gorgeous, of course I was jealous.”

“You have nothing to be jealous of.” Jimin lightly draws one of his hands over your collarbones, thumbing at the hollow under your neck, your skin hypersensitive to his touch. “You’re the only one I want.”

You let the self-satisfaction show on your face and Jimin laughs again. He’s still giggling when you start to run your fingers rhythmically through his hair, combing through the product that’s keeping it out of his face, and watch as the locks start to cover his forehead. He makes a questioning noise at the back of his throat. “What are you doing?”

“I want to look,” you say. He always has his forehead at least a little bared, and the one time you’d seen it covered, it had transformed his whole look, and you want to see if it was a fluke.

It wasn’t. Like this his hair is so long it hangs in his eyes, but because he’s bent forward it just frames his face instead, and it almost feels like a curtain that’s shutting off the rest of the world, letting you see a softer side that he never reveals on the circuit. “Ah, there it is. The duality of man,” you sigh happily. Cute, but gorgeous. Soft, but devastating. Incredible.

You draw your hands back down his body, and then you roughly tug his shirt out from where it’s been tucked into his trousers. You feel how his stomach jumps when you lightly drag your fingers across it, feeling the faint definition of abs, and you can’t help but grin. “You’re a fucking meal, Park Jimin,” you say, hooking your fingers in his belt. You tug on it, using the weight of Jimin’s body help you up— he straightens as you do, and your hips are flush, the material of your skirt still hitched up so that the damp material of your panties is rubbing against him, and you can feel his growing hardness. “Can I have a taste?”

Jimin laughs again. When you smile back at him, he leans in and slants his mouth against yours, a small touch of your lips before he pulls back. “Anything you want,” he says, and your smile turns hungry.

You tug at him, repositioning your bodies so that he’s pressed up against the Pontiac instead. He leans back on his arms, bracing his palms against the low roof of the car as you step back for a little bit of room so that you can unbuckle his belt. You use one hand to lift his shirt up, revealing his chest and stomach to you, the lines of muscle he keeps hidden away. Your mouth waters. You’re briefly distracted when you notice stark lines of black on his ribs, splaying your fingers under the tattoo you find there; you want to taste it. So you crouch, dipping your head to lick across the sensitive skin of his rib cage and over each letter, NEVERMIND etched permanently into his skin.

You can feel how Jimin reacts, the way his chest jumps as he sucks in a breath. You want to know what the tattoo means, why he got it, but that can wait— right now you have more pressing matters to attend to. You run your tongue down the line of his stomach as you drag his zipper down with deft fingers, and then pull your face away to watch as you start to pull his jeans down. You take in the sight of his hard cock, contained by his briefs, the damp patch of precum darkening the fabric around the head.

You glance up at Jimin as you shift from a crouch and fully onto your knees. Your bare skin presses against the pavement, rough, but you don’t care; Jimin’s eyes are dark and heavy as he watches you kneel in front of him, and you keep your eyes locked as you purse your lips and kiss the tip of his cock through his underwear. He hisses. You grip his shaft through the fabric, mouthing at the head and dragging your wet tongue across the cotton, staring coyly up at him the whole time.

“Tease,” Jimin says. You huff out a laugh and take your hand away from where it’s been holding his shirt up and cup his balls through his briefs, drunk on how you can see and feel his dick twitching when you do.

“I give as good as I get, babe,” you say. Jimin takes one of his hands off the Pontiac to rest on the top of your head and lightly tangles his fingers in your hair, grip just edging on firm— you understand the tacit implication of his action and surrender control to him, skimming your hands over his hip bones and around to his ass.

You’d be lying if you said you haven’t stared at his behind a thousand times, his thick thighs and his round ass, and it feels even better under your hands than you thought. You dip your fingers under the waistband of his briefs and into the soft flesh underneath it, digging your fingernails in before pulling the underwear down so you expose Jimin to the night air. His cock bobs as it comes free of the fabric, as perfect as the rest of him, flushed red head shining with precum.

Maybe you have a bit of an oral fixation and love giving head, or maybe Jimin’s cock is impossible to resist: all you know is that you need to taste him. Your mouth falls open and you let your tongue rest on your bottom lip for just a moment before you suck the head of his cock into your mouth. He makes the prettiest noise, his fingers tightening against your scalp as you tongue at the slit and lap up the precum that’s gathered there, salt and warmth bursting across your taste buds. Your hands aren’t idle, either, touching the parts of his cock that aren’t in your mouth, fingers on his shaft and around his balls.

You run your mouth along the side of his length, flicking your tongue and dragging it across a vein, watching Jimin the whole time. He’s staring at you, the way you use your spit-slick lips to press kisses along his cock, the tip, drinking down every drip of precum that beads there, tonguing the sensitive spot just under the head where it meets the shaft.

Saliva is filling your mouth, mingling with the taste of Jimin on your tongue, and you swallow him back down. You relax your jaw and lower your head, taking Jimin down inch by inch, the weight of his cock heavy in your mouth; you continue to roll his balls in your hand while you use the other to grip what little’s not in your mouth. Jimin’s eyes are wide as he watches how you skilfully swallow him down until you can feel him at the back of your throat, breathing through your nose, and then you start to rapidly bob your head.

“Oh, fuck!” Jimin’s hips jump and you almost gag when his cock thrusts into your throat, off rhythm to how you’re moving, but you’re nothing if not a trooper and recover quickly. He’s not the biggest you’ve ever had but that just means that you can swallow most of him down, deepthroating him, noises lewd as saliva drips past your lips and onto your chin. You’ve never been afraid to get dirty, and seeing the way Jimin is quickly losing control makes it all the better; you feel his balls tightening in your hand and you can see how his face is twisting, his brows furrowed and his lips falling open as he breathes through his mouth, thrusting forwards in time with the bobbing of your head. You desperately chase that, matching his rhythm as he speeds up; you want to wreck him.

His fingers dig into your scalp. “I’m gonna cum,” he warns, and you just flick him a glance through your lashes as you swallow particularly loudly and start to go faster, turning your focus to his head, using a hand to twist around his shaft and jerk off his length. His hips drive forward one more time before he cries out, and you can feel how his cock twitches as he cums into your mouth, hot and salty; you suck down each wave of cum, lips tight around him as your hand continues to milk him, grip firm, until he’s twitching from oversensitivity and pulling you off him with the fingers in your hair.

You’re still holding onto his softening length. He looks fucked out, pupils blown, a pink flush down his neck, and he’s panting almost as hard as you are; he watches as you lick your lips, and you feel how his dick gives a half-hearted twitch in your hands, although his face twists a little into a pained expression. “You’re unbelievable,” Jimin says, and you let out a little laugh, pleased.

“And your dick is spectacular,” you say. Your voice is a little hoarse, but god, that was worth it and you would do it again. You’d suck Park Jimin’s cock until you lost your voice if he’d let you. You lift the fabric of your shirt to wipe your chin and mouth, cleaning the saliva that’s gathered and then turn your attention back to the man, hand gentle in your hair as he’s been watching you.

You lift his briefs and jeans for him, standing up and brushing your knees off before you tuck his shirt back in and then do up his zip and buckle his belt, smoothing his outfit back into place. You’re looking down at your hands as you do this, and so you don’t see the way Jimin is looking at you with something akin to affection. “I know a lot of guys don’t like dick mouth,” you say, flicking your eyes up. “But—”

Jimin’s kissing you before you can finish your sentence. You muffle a noise of surprise and kiss him back, shivering when he licks into your mouth, running his tongue across your teeth and over your lips. When you pull back, you end up giggling a little, running a finger under his chin and then tapping his swollen lips. “I was about to say, I still have my water, but I guess that doesn’t matter now, huh?”

You still reach for your drink, lifting the can from where it’s remained steady on the car, filling your mouth with the sweet taste of peach and fizz as you swish it around and then swallow. Jimin watches as you do and then reaches for the can himself— you tip it against his lips and let him finish the rest, watching the way his Adam's apple bobs, and tilt your head to kiss it as it does. He shivers, and you nose at his neck before sucking the skin so that you'll leave a mark on him, too. A reminder of you. He smells so nice, soft orange and something floral, maybe, subtle and light; you really like all these little details about Jimin, how he’s not brash at all, but rather, elegant and understated— and yet still undeniably powerful in his own way.

You both startle when you hear someone calling out your name, surprisingly nearby. It sounds like they’re coming right in your direction, just around the corner, and there’s only two people who know where you like to park—

“Y/n! I’ve been looking everywhere for y- oh.” Jungkook literally freezes mid step, one foot in the air, blinking at how you and Jimin are standing flush with each other, Jimin’s stance wide so you can stand between his legs, while his hands are resting on your waist. You can see the cogs in Jungkook's mind working, and he puts his foot down in slow-mo as he slowly starts to smile. "Oh, didn't mean to interrupt, don't mind me," he says with a shit eating grin.

"It's okay," Jimin says. "I should go."

You can't help but pout. "So soon? Kookie can leave."

Jimin seems amused, but much to your surprise he indulges you with a small kiss; you didn't think he'd be so forward when someone else was watching. “I'll see you at the next race, sweet thing,” he murmurs, acting as if Jungkook isn't there.

“If you win again, I'll do something nice for you,” you say, and he laughs.

“And if you win?”

“Then you have to do something nice for me. Equal exchange, darling.”

Jimin just smiles. “Sounds like an agreement.”

He leaves with a small wave, and even flicks a wink at Jungkook as he goes past, the taller man watching him go. As soon as Jimin is out of sight your friend rounds on you with a I Knew It expression on his face.

“Yeah, okay, you were right,” you say, lifting a hand to cut him off before he can say anything. “You should just feel glad you hadn't turned up earlier. I think you might have seen some things you would regret.”

“That's gross,” Jungkook says, though he sounds cheerful. He loves being proven right. Brat. “You’d better not start letting him win, though.”

You snort. “Please, as if I would. The race is part of the foreplay.”

“That’s gross,” Jungkook says again. This time he sounds like he means it, and you laugh.

“There are way too many people here today,” Taehyung says. You can’t help but agree.

“They need to back off before I start swinging,” you mutter. Jungkook grabs your shoulder and squeezes it.

“We’ve got you,” he says, and you relax.

The multi-level car park in Yongsan is packed to the gills with people, faces in the crowd you know you’ve never seen; you’ve never raced here before and you’re not sure how word got out to so many people, but they’re clearly not familiar with the unspoken etiquette of the circuit and people keep trying to approach your goddamn car. You’ll allow it after a race, people rushing up to congratulate or whatever, but right now you’re grateful to have Jungkook and Taehyung warding people off while you staunchly ignore the wolf whistles aimed in your direction. You're too uncomfortable to play up to it today.

There are a lot of really tweaked out cars here. There’s even another American car, an electric blue Mustang that’s really beautiful, but you wonder at the choice of such a long pony car in the tight corners of an indoor car park.

“At least the prize money will be good?” Taehyung hazards. He’s not wrong— the prize money is a few hundred thousand won higher than normal, probably reflecting the more luxurious district that you’re racing in today. You wonder if that’s why Seokjin organised it here, for more exposure, more cash. The truth is, though, there are more important things that you want to win tonight. On that note—

“Hi, sweet thing,” Jimin says from behind you, and you turn around.

“Jiminie,” you sigh, relieved. Under his jacket his shirt is loose, material tastefully flimsy, and you can’t help but feel smug at the blossoms of colour over his pale neck and across his clavicle, tacit reminders of the race before last when he’d edged ahead of you just before the finish line. The pleats of your skirt cover your upper legs, but Jimin has already seen the similar blooms he’d left on your inner thighs, drawing out the noises you’d made as he’d eaten you out on the hood of his Nissan after your last win. “God, you look good.”

He smiles. “You do too, baby.”

You already feel more relaxed upon seeing him, warmth bursting through your chest at the pet names. “It’s so busy today.” There’s a little whine in your voice as you complain to Jimin and he crooks you a smile, indulgent.

“Just keep your eyes on me, ignore everyone else.”

“That’s like telling the sun to shine, it’s going to happen whether you say it or not,” you scoff. Jimin gives you that smile that he reserves for you, that only you can read because no one else is as good at deciphering his expressions as you are— flattered, bashful, pleased. It’s small, subdued because of the people around you, but you’ll make sure to make him smile like that again later when the two of you are alone together. You melt a little and try not to overthink how quickly Jimin has wormed his way inside your heart; at the end of the day, despite how many times you’ve touched him with your mouth and your hands, you’re still rivals. (Even if that line seems to be growing ever more blurred as time goes on.)

“So when’s the wedding?” Jungkook asks once Jimin’s out of earshot.

“It’s not like that, it’s just a physical thing,” you say.

“Riiiiiiiiiiight.” Jungkook raises his eyebrows at you. “Sure. Whatever you say.”

“He really likes you, you know,” Taehyung mentions conversationally. “Yoongi says he talks about you a lot.”

“Almost as much as she talks about him?” Jungkook looks at you knowingly, and you pout at them both.

“Leave me alone, you know I’m a delicate flower,” you say, which makes them laugh. You don’t talk about Jimin that much, no matter what Jungkook says.

Your eyebrows raise when you find out who you’re racing tonight. They’ve put you up against someone you don’t recognise or know the name of, the driver of the Mustang, it turns out, the Yongsan crowd wanting to see how both American cars will fare against each other. Your Pontiac is a lot smaller, nippier, but you have no idea what’s under the hood of the other car— although you have to admit the matching blue LEDs that are shining out under the Mustang and from its headlights are pretty, a lot more dramatic than your unadorned Solstice. But you’ve never been showy, and theatrical prettiness means nothing when you’re racing. It’s down to mechanics and skill, not aesthetic. (Besides, your car is beautiful enough that she doesn’t need flashy additions to draw the eye.)

You catch sight of Jimin in your rearview mirror just as you’ve finished strapping yourself in. He’s a point of stillness in the heaving crowd that’s pressing in on the start of the race from all sides, and you see how his eyes crinkle as he smiles and mouths good luck. You rev your engine, finding yourself smiling back before you look over at the driver of the Mustang, who has a cocky grin on his face.

“I’m going to eat you alive,” he says, and you just smile beatifically while batting your eyelashes.

“Big words for such a small man,” you reply, and you see how his fingers tighten around the steering wheel, white knuckled. “Ooh, did that make you mad? Would you rather I pretended to be worried? Who even are you, anyway?”

“I’m going to make you regret saying that,” he snarls, and you laugh.

“You’ll have to catch me first,” you say, winking at him before your window rises and cuts him off.

The second the race begins you slam down on your accelerator, Solstice leaping forward as the Mustang screeches to life beside you. He’s a reckless driver, slamming into turns with too much speed and relying on the heavier weight of his car to keep him steady; you’re having to drive cautiously, swerving away from him when he seems to get too close to you, which happens more often than you like. It almost seems intentional, like he’s trying to take you out, and you grit your teeth as you slide into another turn, watching as he goes wide and sends safety cones scattering as his car swings into them.

It’s not hard to pull out ahead. You pop your handbrake as you approach the spiral ramp up to the final level and your Solstice curls into the rising turn with ease, the shortness of your car meaning that you can soar through the tightness of the walls without scraping along the sides. You emerge onto the rooftop to a yelling crowd and pump your throttle, turning your wheel so you arc out and slide to a smooth stop.

The Mustang appears moments after, though you’re being swarmed by the crowd and almost don’t notice. Thankfully Jungkook and Taehyung are the first to reach you, as normal, a fact which you’re grateful for moments later when the Mustang driver shoves his way through the crowd and makes a direct beeline for you.

You’ve been drifting for a long time, and you’ve experienced your fair share of abuse and bitterness from people who’ve lost against you, but you’ve been around long enough and built up enough of a reputation that you avoid most of it nowadays. The Mustang driver, however, looks furious, apoplectic with rage, and you don’t know what’s going through his head as he approaches you, but it can’t be anything good. You instinctively reach out for the person closest to you— Taehyung— who starts to turn, and Jungkook has noticed him too, already moving to interpose himself.

“Get out of my way,” the Mustang driver barks. “That bitch is mine.”

“Back off,” Jungkook snarls. You’ve never heard him sound like this before, this level of ferocity, eyes wild. “Take one step closer and I’ll make you fucking regret it.”

Taehyung also steps in front of you. There’s a moment where you wonder if you could have avoided this— if you hadn’t taunted him at the beginning, maybe?— but Taehyung’s hand squeezes yours reassuringly, and you realise it probably would have panned out like this anyway. Some people just hate to lose. You catch sight of Jimin at the front of the crowd, staring at you with concern, but Yoongi’s got a hold of him, fingers wrapped tight around his wrist as he holds him in place.

“What are you, her little bitch boy?” The Mustang driver barks at Jungkook. “Are you her little fuckbuddy, huh?”

Jungkook has a black belt in Taekwondo and he’s recently started boxing, too, on top of his general gym rat lifestyle, muscles visible under the tattoos that adorn his arms. Jungkook is literally the worst person you could ever want to get into a fight against; he’s sweet and lovely but he won’t take things lying down, especially if it’s one of his friends being threatened. You see how Jungkook’s shoulders go stiff, and you know you’re seconds away from a physical altercation— the onlookers are making no moves to intervene, and instead are fumbling for their phones to film it— but then Hoseok is there, sliding between them, fingers touching Jungkook’s rising hand.

“Guys, guys, guys,” he laughs breezily, as if he isn’t in the firing line right now. “What’s the hold up? I’m waiting for my turn to race but it seems like the crowd is all here rather than at the starting line.”

“I have some things to say to her,” the Mustang driver says, pointing at you. “And this asshole is in my way.”

Jungkook’s lip curls back from his teeth, but before he can say anything, Hoseok laughs again. “Is that what this is about? Is she really worth your time and energy? If you start a fight, you’ll be banned from the circuit.”

You don’t catch the rest of what Hoseok says, Taehyung turning you away from them and hustling you to your car. “We’ll deal with this, don’t worry,” he says, voice low as he opens your door for you. “I’ll speak to Seokjin and make sure this guy gets dealt with, but for now it’s probably a good idea to get out of here.”

Your eyes flicker over to where the guys are still standing— Jungkook still looks tense, even if it seems like Hoseok is doing his best to smooth things over, casual and at ease. You have no doubt that this is the last time you’ll see the Mustang driver, as confrontational and aggressive as he is, but you still don’t like how genuinely useless you feel right now. “Are you sure you’ll be okay?”

“We’ll be fine,” Taehyung says. “Go on. I promise I’ll let you know if anything happens.”

You relent and do as you’re told. “I’m going to Namsan,” you tell him, and he nods in understanding.

You catch Jimin’s eye in your rearview as you gun your engine and leave, and you know without a doubt that he’ll come find you later. The drive to Namsan is a familiar one, although you don’t drift or speed and instead you take your time; you roll to a quiet stop once you reach your destination, rough dirt underfoot as you step out of your car, staring at the panorama of downtown Seoul. You don’t know how long you’ve been reclining against your car and drinking down the sight of the city lights below you when you register the sound of Jimin’s deep exhaust rumbling up the mountain road, the sound of his Skyline as familiar to you as your Pontiac by this point, turning your head to see him pull into the deserted lay-by beside you.

“You found me,” you say by way of greeting. Jimin doesn’t even shut his door and immediately makes his way over to you and cups your face in his hands. You relax into his touch, letting your eyes slip shut as he brushes a thumb over your cheek.

“Tae told me where you’d be,” he says. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You smile lazily, eyes slowly opening. Jimin is filling your vision, surrounded by the twinkling lights of Seoul below and the dark night sky above, and he’s still the most beautiful thing you can see. “It’s not the first time I’ve had an asshole get angry at me, but he’s definitely the most aggressive I’ve ever experienced.” A frown mars Jimin’s features, and you lift one of your hands to smooth out the lines in his brow. “It’s okay. I’m grateful that I have the boys to look after me. And you, too.”

Jimin’s frown fades, but he still looks unhappy. “I’m sorry,” he says, and you blink.

“For what?”

“For not being able to do more. I just stood there and watched.”

You smile gently. “You didn’t have to get involved, Jimin,” you say. “I didn’t expect you to do anything.”

You mean this in a nice way but Jimin’s face goes hard. You’re about to ask if you said something wrong when he cuts you off by kissing you fiercely, and you have to grab his shoulders to keep yourself to tipping backwards on the Pontiac’s hood. Jimin’s hands slide down your waist and he cups your ass before he lifts you; you squeal in surprise and latch onto him, curling your arms and legs around him so he doesn’t drop you.

Jimin might look lithe, but you’ve seen his bare arms and chest often enough to know of the muscle power he has. He walks the two of you to his car, kissing you as he does and your eyes widen as you realise he’s about to try and manoeuvre you both in through the open door while still holding onto you. He makes a noise against your lips as you pull away from the kiss.

“Jimin, put me down for a second,” you say.

“I don’t want to stop touching you.” He noses at your neck, and you shiver.

“If you drop me I’ll never forgive you,” you murmur, and he relents, careful as he sets you down, digging his fingers hard into your ass before he lets go. You’ve barely caught your balance before Jimin slides into his seat, kicking the bar under the chair to send it as far back as possible.

“Get in,” he says, and you instantly comply, climbing into his lap before he slams the door shut. It’s cramped like this but neither of you care, Jimin capturing your lips again as you grind against him, the fabric of your skirt rubbing over his jeans— you’ve started to wear skirts and dresses more often for the ease of access it offers Jimin once a race is over.

“Someone seems a little desperate today.” You mean to sound teasing but you’re too breathless to do so. “You want me to suck your dick that badly?”

“No,” Jimin answers, and the movement of your hips stutters a little as you react with confusion, but then— “I’m going to fuck you tonight, sweet thing,” he continues, and a moan slips unbidden from your lips. The two of you haven’t fucked yet, never going further than using your hands and mouths, but you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it, hadn’t imagined Jimin’s cock inside you instead of just his fingers and tongue. “Does my baby like the sound of that?”

“Please,” you say. “God, please, Jimin, I want it so bad, want you to fuck me.”

One thing you’ve learned about Jimin is that he likes it when you’re desperate. He loves to edge you, watch you squirm, the power of your pleasure entirely in his hands, but you know how to play with him, too— know how to beg the way he likes it so that he gives you what you want. His pupils dilate as he listens to you plead and you can feel how hard he’s growing beneath you. He slides his hands under your jacket and over your shoulders, helping you slide it off, although it almost gets tangled over the steering wheel as you wriggle in his lap.

“This is so clumsy,” you giggle, and Jimin laughs too as you both struggle to throw the leather jacket onto the passenger seat, but then he grabs your hips and grinds up against your clothed heat and you gasp. “Oh, fuck. Take that damn shirt off, I want to see you too.”

It’s fumbled and chaotic but the two of you end up shedding your upper layer of clothes, shirts cast aside and forgotten. Jimin helps unclasp your bra, kissing the swell of your breasts before the garment drops and is thrown aside too, Jimin taking the opportunity to dip his head and lick one of your nipples. You gasp again and grab at his hair, grip tightening as he runs his tongue over the hardening bud while circling the other with a fingertip. He keeps changing his attention between them, sucking and licking them until you’re a panting, writhing mess in his lap, lips moving so perfectly against your skin.

“Jimin, please,” you whisper, running your hands over all the bare skin you can touch. “I want to feel you.”

It takes less effort than you’d thought as you crane your body upwards to give Jimin space to shove his jeans and underwear down. His cock is hard, lying against his stomach and smearing precum against his skin as he leans back in the chair. You spit into your palm before taking the length in your hand; a familiar weight by now, the curve of him so perfect in your palm, and you shiver in anticipation. Jimin jolts as you pump him to full hardness, running your thumb over the slit of his cock and gathering the wetness there before spreading it over the rest of him, twisting your wrist as you let your hand rise and fall.

“Fuck,” Jimin swears, grip on your hips so tight it’s almost bruising. You’re still in your skirt and panties, but somehow it seems dirtier like this than if you’d been fully naked; Jimin’s hand slips under your skirt and pushes the material of your panties aside, revealing your core to him, and you shudder when he drags a finger up your slit, feeling the wetness that’s gathered around your opening. His eyes are hungry. “Always so wet for me.”

You drag your hips forward into his touch, trembling when you feel the press of his fingers over your clit. “Always want you,” you breathe. “Please, I want your cock in me so bad—”

He silences you with a kiss, tongue slick and wet in your mouth, and you lean into it, hand tightening around his length as you move to guide it into you. He stops you with firm hands, one on your waist and the other bracing your inner thigh, and you whine against his lips. “Jimin, Jiminie, I need you.”

“Hold on,” he says, but you can hear the edge to his voice, how he doesn’t want to stop either. “I just— condom—”

“I’m clean,” you say, legs trembling as you continue to hold your position above him, muscles screaming at you to just drop down and let Jimin’s cock fill you up the way you want, but you stay steady. “I got tested after I broke up with my ex— and I’m still on the pill— fuck, Jimin, wanna feel you fill me up.”

Jimin’s eyes are blown, swallowing the dark brown of his irises. The hand on your inner thigh moves and he plunges two fingers into you and you suck in air, your body opening up for him as he presses deep into your inner walls. One thing you’ve discovered over the months is that Jimin reverts to his Busan dialect when he’s turned on, his voice a surprisingly deep drawl that makes you shiver. “Baby wants my cum, hm?”

Your head drops forward and you pant against his shoulder, body jolting each time he curls his fingers against your sweet spot just the way you like it. “Yes, I want it,” you say, and then gasp as he pushes another finger in, hard and fast, stretching you; you’re so turned on and wet that it slips in easily. “Jimin, please.”

Normally you’re certain he’d drag this out longer but he seems as desperate as you, pulling his fingers out of you in one deft motion that has your pussy clenching around the sudden emptiness. He shifts his hands to your waist, holding you tight, and you use one of your hands to keep the material of your sodden panties out of the way as you hold onto his cock with the other, guiding the tip towards your entrance. Jimin lets you down slowly, his head breaching you first and stretching you so well; you tip your head back and arch your spine as you feel him slowly splitting you open, thicker than his fingers as you lower down inch by glorious inch until your hips are flush and you’ve taken him as deep as you can.

Jimin rolls his hips upwards and your hands fly to his shoulders for balance as you clench around him. He hisses. “You’re so tight, sweet thing,” he says, and you grind down against him, moving your hips in little circular motions that has both of you gasping. You bite your lip as Jimin lifts you back up, just as slow as before, and you revel in the sensation of his cock dragging against your inner walls, sensations electric inside you.

You keep this languid pace for a while, wet and slick, Jimin sucking more marks into your neck as you drag your nails down his chest before you decide to switch things up— you catch Jimin off guard, his hands loose around your waist now, and drop your hips down. The air is punched out of your lungs at the way Jimin’s cock thrusts into you and fills you up all at once, so deep and full, a similar moan ripped out of his lips before his eyes go dark.

“So that’s the game you want to play,” he says. You grin mischievously as you tilt your hips so that your clit rubs against him, shuddering as your toes curl at the pleasure shooting through you.

“You said you’d always make me come first,” you say, batting your eyelashes at him innocently, as if you’re not grinding down his cock. “I thought I’d help you out.”

A thrill sparks through you at Jimin’s expression. He doesn’t respond with words and instead he tightens his grip around your waist before he pulls you almost entirely off his cock, the flushed head just touching your entrance as you squirm in his hold. You wonder if he’s going to keep teasing you but then his hips buck upwards as he pulls you down, and you cry out as he drives into you, setting an unforgiving pace as he begins to drill into you. The car starts to rock with his sharp motions, filled with the sounds of your gasps and moans as you ride him, the slap of skin on skin as you edge closer and closer to your orgasm— but when you tilt your face back and your eyes slip shut one of his hands grips your chin and pulls your head forward.

“Eyes on me.” He’s slowed his ruthless pace, staring into your eyes as he rolls his hips fluidly against yours. “I want to look at me when you cum around my cock.”

“J-Jimin,” you hiccup, and he continues to watch your face as he thrusts into you again— your mouth falls open as your body jolts forward in his lap, but you keep your eyes locked on his. “Jimin, I’m so close,” you say, and he responds with a particularly hard drive upwards. One of your hands drops from his shoulder to rub at your clit, fingers desperate as you circle the bundle of nerves in time with the motion of Jimin’s hips, and you know you’re so close to your peak— a few more presses of his cock into you and you’re gone, pleasure sparking through you as you cum and tighten around him, walls rippling against his cock. You cry out, body tensing as you lean into the sensation, shuddering at how much wetter you grow, flushing out of you onto Jimin’s still-hard erection.

Your eyes widen when he doesn’t stop moving. You’re being thrown into oversensitivity, writhing as Jimin continues to pump his hard length into you, but he knows you can take it, drawing multiple orgasms out of you with his fingers and tongue; your hand falls away from your sensitive pearl as Jimin keeps you bouncing in his lap, each deep push into you more than enough to draw out the pleasure from your first orgasm, sobbing in a gasping breath each time he breaches you again. You do your best to match his pace, and you can tell that he’s close, his rhythm starting to falter as the noises slipping past his lips grow more guttural. All his usual sophistication is completely gone as he chases his own release, but he’s still elegant, still gorgeous— it’s the shimmer of sweat at his temples from his exertions and the growing heat in the car, the motion of his body as he rolls his hips, the beautiful dark of his eyes and the kiss-swollen flush to his already full lips. Park Jimin is so utterly overwhelming, and somehow, in some way, he’s yours, and you’re blindsided by your second orgasm, the realisation throwing you into more waves of pleasure as your body goes tense again and you grind down into Jimin with a drawn out moan.

Jimin’s hips stutter. He’s clearly as surprised as you at the fact you’ve come again so soon, but then his eyes fall shut as he grits his teeth after one particularly tight clench of your pussy and he’s cumming too. He empties himself inside you, hot cum painting your insides with each twitch of his cock as you press closer to him, bodies locked together. He chases each wave of his cum with a thrust, pushing as deep into you as he can, the last, weaker ripples of your own orgasm drawing the evidence of his pleasure further inside you until he finally stills, hips flush.

You’re both panting as you come down from your highs, your muscles protesting in the uncomfortable position you’re keeping them in, as cramped as you are- but you don’t want to separate from Jimin, and he seems to feel the same, grip sliding from your waist to circle his arms around you and pull you impossibly closer. He keeps you close as he helps lift you upwards, his cock sliding out of you; you clench as tight as you can but not before a dribble of his cum drips out of you and runs down his softening length, and you shiver at the sensation of that warmth as Jimin sets you gently back down in his lap before settling against you.

His head is nestled against your chest, hair tickling your neck and under your chin. All the lust from your fucking feels like it’s slowly ebbing away, and you’re left with tenderness instead, your fingers scratching lightly through the shorter hair at the nape of Jimin’s neck in a manner that’s more affectionate than it probably should be; this is just physical, it’s all physical, but you like Jimin so much that you can’t help but let that adoration shine through right now. If he says anything about it afterwards you can just blame it on the post orgasm glow. It’s fine. This is fine. He doesn’t need to know.

Eventually Jimin pulls his head away and you lean back so that he can look up at you. You’re stunned by how unguarded his expression is, how warm his eyes are. (He looks how you feel.)

“My baby,” he murmurs, and you smile.

“Jiminie.” A giggle slips out of you as Jimin’s hands cup your face, touch so light it’s ticklish. “Say it again.”

“My baby,” he repeats, fond, but then the warmth fades from his face and his expression becomes serious. “Y/n. Do you want this?”

“Hm?” You make a little noise of confusion. “Want what? You? Of course. Isn’t that obvious? I thought the fact that we just fucked would have been a giveaway.”

Normally he would have laughed at this, you know he would have, but his face stays level. He draws a thumb down the side of your face, and you turn into the touch. “Is that all you want? Just to fuck?”

Your eyes widen as they flick over his face, the implication behind his words. “What?”

“Do you know how much it killed me to watch Hoseok step in for you? It should have been me.” Jimin’s frowning, and you hate that expression, hate the anger on his face that he has directed towards himself. “I don’t want to stand by and pretend like you don’t mean anything to me. I don’t want to have to keep sneaking around and acting like I don’t want you. I want everyone to know that you’re mine and I’m yours, that they shouldn’t dare to try and put their hands on you.”

“Jimin,” you breathe. “Are you… are you saying you want to make this official? You want to be my boyfriend?” You run a hand through his hair, pushing it out of his face, looking him in the eye even though you feel oddly vulnerable. “You want that?”

“Yes.” He lets you continue to fiddle with his hair, rhythmically combing it away from his forehead with your fingers. “Do you?”

You sigh as you go boneless against him. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something more,” you admit, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, uncharacteristically shy. “I think I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you, even though I thought you were a threat.”

Jimin stills at your confession and then laughs. “Because I’m so gorgeous?”

“And so humble, too,” you say, before pulling back to kiss his forehead, and then his nose, and then his lips. He smiles so wide his eyes squeeze shut. “Oh, keep smiling like that, you’re so cute when you smile like that.”

He keeps smiling like that as you kiss him again. He’s still smiling once you’ve redressed, even though you keep whining about your leg muscles cramping from how you’ve been curled into his lap; you lean against the door as you sit in his passenger seat and have your legs kicked over the centre console of his car so that he can massage your thighs, so maybe you’re exaggerating your complaints so that Jimin keeps his hands on you, but he doesn’t seem to mind. “I’ve been watching you from the very beginning, too,” Jimin says, and you kick your foot lightly in his grasp.

“That’s rivalry, babe,” you tease, and giggle when he catches your foot and holds it still. “Of course you’ve been watching me, you had to know what the competition was up to.”

“I wanted to bend you over the hood of your pretty little car from the second I heard you open that smart mouth of yours,” he says, and looks pleased when he feels how you shiver under his touch.

“You can do that whenever you’d like, now,” you say. You draw your legs back so that you can shift forwards and lean over the centre console, putting your fingers under Jimin’s chin so that you can plant a small kiss on his lips. “Boyfriend privileges.”

If someone had told you, back when you’d first met Park Jimin, that you’d end up like this, you would have laughed in their face and called them ridiculous. But now when he smiles up at you in a way that’s utterly open and sweet, completely at odds to how he presents himself on the circuit, it just feels natural. Like you’ve been drifting towards this moment from the second you’d locked eyes and shaken hands, rivals to lovers to partners, blending all those different facets into one; like it was inevitable from the start.

“Does that mean I can kiss you in public?” Jimin asks, and you kiss him again, letting it linger this time, sucking his plush bottom lip into your mouth and nipping lightly at it before pulling your head back.

“Baby, I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

The next time you meet at Namsan, Jimin’s dyed his hair. It’s no longer honey blond, and instead it’s baby pink, a soft pastel shade that of course looks beautiful on him, not to mention—

“You dyed your hair the same colour as my jacket,” you say, voice faint.

“Surprise, sweet thing.” This time when Jimin smiles it’s wide and open, ignoring the fact you’re about to race each other, ignoring the other drivers on the track, ignoring the crowd of onlookers; he only has eyes for you. “Do you like it?”

“Do I like— Park Jimin, I’m going to fuck your brains out after this race is over,” you say. “But right now I demand that you kiss me before I lose my mind.”

You end up kissing him against the side of your Pontiac, sucking on his tongue in a way that’s utterly lewd and scandalous, neither of you paying attention to shocked reactions it causes.

“Get a room,” Jungkook hollers, and Jimin laughs into your mouth as you flip him the bird.

[you can read the second part here!]

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~All the boys arriving at the Jeon’s Residence at once~

“HI UNCLES!” Sian yells as he opens the door to all the boys. And Moonji.

“Hey bud,” Jimin says, ruffling the little one’s hair.

“Oppa!” Moonji yells out, kicking her legs for her dad to put her down, wanting to go straight to Sian.

“Moonji-ah!” Sian says, closing his little arms around little Moonji as she hugs him tightly.

“Let’s go play!” She yells, Sian nods, pulling her towards his room so they can go play with his toys, rushing past Jungkook.

“Woah! Hey!” Jungkook yells out, almost tripping over the little ones.

“There’s Mr. House husband,” Hoseok says, smiling at Jungkook. Jungkook looked exhausted, hair a mess, and a little apron around his waist.

“Sup Guys,” Jungkook says, hugging the boys as they walked up to him with open arms.

“Why do you look so exhausted?” Yoongi says, patting his back. From a distance, Sian’s cackle was so loud that each one of the boys turned their head towards his bedroom.

“That little devil,” Jungkook replies. “For some reason, he’s being so annoying today. He doesn’t want to do homework, he doesn’t want to clean his room, he only wants to eat ice cream,” Jungkook sighs. “I’ve been cleaning all day, because he keeps making messes and he refuses to help clean.”

“Why did something happen at school?” Jin says, going over to sit on the couch.

“I don’t know…” Jungkook says, flopping down next to him.

“You should talk to him, maybe something happened,” Namjoon says.

“I will,” Jungkook says. Taehyung stares down at him as he stays sitting there.

“Oh. Like right now?”

“Moonji-ah,” Jungkook calls, walking into Sian’s room, which was a mess.

A sigh escapes Jungkook’s lips.

“Uncle Kookie!” Moonji says, running up to Jungkook and giving his leg a big hug.

“How are you, princess?” Jungkook asks, patting her head. Moonji brings up her little thumb, showing that she was good. “That’s good to hear… or see.. Um, can you go with daddy right now? Or uncles? Uncle Kookie is going to talk to Sian Oppa right now, okay?” Moonji nods, running off to her dad. Jungkook watches her leave and turns to Sian who was on his bed pouting.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asks.

“Me and Moonji were about to play!” He whines, crossing his arms against his chest.

“She’ll be back, I just wanted to talk to you real quick,” Jungkook says, calmly talking to his son as he walks towards him and kneels down to be in his eye level.

“What’s wrong? Like really.”

“I don’t want to go to school tomorrow,” Sian pouts, kicking his legs over his bed.

“Why not?”

“I just don’t want to,” Sian says, his voice breaking. Jungkook leans in to embrace him.

“What happened at school?” Jungkook asks as Sian silently cries on his shoulder. “What happened at school that you were acting up today?”

“Yeonwoo was being mean to me today,” Sian confesses. “I don’t like him anymore..”

“What did he do?”

“He ruined my drawing during art time and took my snacks,” Sian pouts.

“What?!” Jungkook exclaims, pulling away from him. “He did WHAT?”

Jungkook walks back to the living room, holding Sian’s hand.

“What happened?” Yoongi asks.

“His new friend is a bully, that’s what happened. I’m going with him to his class to beat his--”

“You’re going to beat a five year old?” Yoongi asks, raising an eyebrow.

“He’s six,” Sian says. Jungkook points down at him.

“See he’s six.”

“Uncle can Moonji and I play again?” Sian asks.

“Yeah, of course buddy,” Namjoon says.

“What happened anyways Siannie?” Hoseok asks.

“Yeonwoo ruined all my drawings in art time,” Sian pouts, letting go of Jungkook’s hand to cross his arms over his chest. Taehyung gasps loudly.

“hE DID NOT.” Taehyung yells, Sian angrily nods.

“AND HE TOOK MY SNACKS!” Sian yells out in anger.

“NO.” Jin yells back.

“YES!” Jungkook and Sian yell.

“Did you tell your teacher about it?” Jimin asks. Sian shakes his head no.

“Yeonwoo said he won’t be my friend if I told.”

“Don’t be his friend anyways, he’s a bully,” Yoongi tells him.

“Speak yourself,” Namjoon says.

“But I won’t have friends,” Sian says sadly.

“I’m your friend!” Moonji says.

“Moonji you don’t go to school.” Sian remarks.

“Pass me the salt,” Yoongi says. Jin reaches for the salt in the cabinet, handing it to Yoongi.

“Ugh, you guys are the best,” Jungkook says, leaning over the pot to smell the stew Yoongi and Jin were making.

“After dinner, I have to give Sian a bath then put him to sleep,” Jungkook says, walking over to Hoseok and Namjoon on the couch. Jimin and Taehyung were in Sian’s room helping him clean up.

“Oh, I can help you with that. Moonji needs a bath too before I put her to bed.”

“Oh yeah, okay, we can give them a bath together then,” Jungkook says.

“Thanks again guys,” he says, plopping down on the couch and resting his head on Hoseok’s lap. “I was so exhausted and you all came to save me,” he says, closing his eyes.

“Woah--”

Jungkook’s eyes opened right when he heard your voice. All the dad’s turn to the door as you stand there as confused as they were.

“Is that mommy?” Sian yells from the other room. Jungkook sits up and turns to you.

“You’re home early. Dinner is not done,” he says.

“Are you not glad I came home early?” You laugh, taking off your jacket and closing the door.

“Nono I am!” Jungkook says, rushing to get up to greet you with a hug and kiss.

“Aigoo~” Hoseok says, watching you two.

“Sorry for crashing Yn,” Jin says. “We heard Jungkook’s silent cry for help and we came to save him.”

“Long story,” Jungkook tells you. You nod.

“Yeah, no, it’s okay! I missed you guys!” you say, pushing past Jungkook and entering the kitchen where Yoongi and Jin were. “What are you guys making?”

“Kimchi Jjigae,” Yoongi answers. “It’s almost done, can someone set the table?”

“I’ll do it,” Hoseok says, getting up.

“Wow… Jungkook, cry for help more often I want this every night,” you laugh.

“Can you all just live with us please,” Jungkook says, walking up to help Hoseok.

“I don’t think my wife would want me moving out,” Hoseok says, laughing.

“How was work?” Namjoon asks you.

“Surprisingly not busy. So they just let me go home. They know I go to school and have my own family back home so since all the staff was there, they just let me off,” you shrug. “I wasn’t going to ask questions, I left right there and then,” you say, laughing along with Hoseok.

“Mommy is back,” Taehyung says, walking out of Sian’s room with Sian, Moonji, and Jimin right behind him.

“Mommy!” Sian yells, rushing to you and jumping in your arms. You pick your boy up, pressing a long kiss to his cheek.

“Hey, how’s my baby?”

“Good! Uncle Jimin and Uncle Taetae helped me clean my room.”

“Hey! Me too!” Moonji yells out in exasperation.

“Speak yourself~” Namjoon says to himself. You tilt your head at him.

“And Moonji helped me too,” Sian says.

“Well that’s good. Thank you uncles, and thank you especially, Moonji,” you say, winking at her. She giggles, running towards her dad, climbing onto his lap.

“So why was daddy crying for help?” You ask Sian. He pouts, for the nth time that night, avoiding eye contact with you.

“Did you do something?” You ask.

Sian slowly nods.

“What’d you do?” Sian looks over to Jungkook and then back to you.

“I was not being a good boy to daddy today,” he says.

“What? Why not?”

“Bad day at school, I’ll tell you later,” Jungkook says.

“Okay, Did you apologize to daddy?”

Sian nods and you look at Jungkook and he nods as well.

“Are you feeling better now though?” You ask Sian now.

“A lot better,” he says.

“Good,” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Dinner’s ready,” Yoongi says, gesturing for you to sit down.

“Ugh, I love our friends,” you say to Jungkook.

young one

♛ part six: speak yourself ♛

pairings: photographer, dad!jungkook x hostess, mom!reader

a/n: i was in the mood so .... :) thank you to everyone, btw, who replied to my post about my “life(?)” update, i appreciate each and every one of you! also, omg BE?! y’all better be streaming!!!!

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sicjimin · 3 years

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A.N : finally i managed to finish this T.T here you go, vampire seokjin with yoongichi ! i dont know if this could do justice to my prompts earlier ksjdhfs but i hope you guys like it :] enjoy ~

TW : emeto, graphic description of vomiting, and blood

It was a chill night between them, only sounds of drama that played on TV could be heard. Seokjin tilts his head, checking the man on his lap if he already falls asleep. But their eyes meet. Seokjin placed a kiss on his forehead and hums, "Your fever already breaking down"

"Mhm, i feel a lot better, but still kinda queasy", Yoongi mumbled. He whined as he curled himself further, " I'm so tired of this bug hyung". Seokjin giggles and ruffles the black hair that now is longer, forming a mullet on the back—and Seokjin loves it so much, "I know baby, i'm also tired taking care of you", he teases, gaining a punch on his thighs.

"But I'm glad you already feel a lot better, Yoongichi", Seokjin murmured next. Yoongi smiles at the remarks, he knows how tiring it must be for Seokjin to take care of him when he wakes up in the middle of night just to throw up or because of his feverish nightmare. How tiring it must be for Seokjin to cook something for him to eat just for Yoongi to throw up a few minutes later because his stomach couldnt handle anything, " Yes, i'm glad too, hyung. I must've troubled you a lot these past days, thank you"

"That's my job, Yoongichi. If it's not me, then who else wants to take care of grumpy you?"

"Hyung!", Seokjin giggles at his boyfriend whining. Then it's silence between them. Seokjin busy watching the drama again as his fingers playing with Yoongi's hair, and Yoongi ... he just enjoyed the touch mindlessly.

"Hyung", Yoongi breaks the silence, " Hm?"

"Why you never get sick? Does vampire ever get sick at all?"

"Huh? What's with the sudden questions?"

"Just curious," Yoongi murmured as he fiddles with Seokjin's sweater, "You never get sick in front of me ! and we have known each other for 5 years .. or more !", he adds, " I want to take care of you too hyung"

Yoongi turns his body and tilts his head so he could meet Seokjin's eyes, "So tell me, does vampire ever get sick at all?"

Seokjin scoff at his boyfriend's questions and his eagerness, "Of course? our body is still human's after all?", Yoongi sits up, " Really? then why i never see you sick at all? not even a cold?"

Yoongi yelps when he feels a slap on his forehead, "What's that for?!"

"You want me to get sick?!", Seokjin rolled his eyes when his boyfriend nods eagerly, " You'll freak out if i get sick, and what kind of boyfriend you are wishing me to get sick?!"

Yoongi giggles as he placed a soft kiss on Seokjin's cheeks, "Arent you curious with my caretaker skills, hyung?"

—

Seokjin curses the Greatest power above. He and Yoongi know that their conversation back then about a vampire being sick is just a joke and harmless conversation. There's nothing serious in that ! But ! How could They grant it?

Seokjin gulped thickly when he could feel his stomach swirling. It feels like he just gets down from a rollercoaster and spinning tea back to back. He cradles his stomach as his other hands mindlessly wander to the other side of the bed, Oh, Yoongi isn't there. He turns his body to sit up slowly to not jostled his stomach too much. He takes a sip of water, hoping that it would help a little and grab his phone— 9 AM. He blinked few times to ease the dizziness that latched on his head before he typed something.

Jungkookie : Kook? You there?

Jungkookie is typing ...

Seokjin was amazed at his little brother's ability to reply so fast.

Jungkookie : Hm? what's up hyung?

Seokjin : Can i crash at your place? I think I'm sick

Jungkookie : Uh, i'm sorry hyung but im in Busan with Jimin and Taehyung until 2 days later :(

Seokjin : ah, okay then ! enjoy your vacation :*

Seokjin locks his phone and lays back down on the bed, maybe sleep will help him feel a little bit better. He was about to close his eyes when the door opened with his boyfriend figure. Yoongi sits beside him, "I'm going to go to the studio for maybe .. 2 hours? Namjoon needs my help. Is that okay?"

Seokjin feels a wave of relief washed through him, "Of course baby, i'm doing nothing anyway. Just take your time there", Seokjin answers. Yoongi smiles as he observed his boyfriend, " You look pale", he gasps, "Are you sick, Jinnie?"

Seokjin could feel his heart skip a beat if he didn't catch Yoongi's grin seconds later. He huffs, "I'm a vampire, Yoongichi. I'm naturally pale?!". Yoongi airy laugh echoing through the room, " I know. I'm messing with you". He leaned down to placed a quick kiss that Seokjin greeted happily, "I'll go now. Don't miss me too much"

"Mhm, i won't. Take care", Seokjin mumbled before he watches his boyfriend walk through the door. After he heard the front door clicked, Seokjin huff in relief and drown himself deeper into his bed, maybe few more hours of sleep will help.

—

Seokjin flutter awakes at the warm hands playing with his hair, he hissed in pain when he could feel his stomach twisting as he regains consciousness. He presses his palms into his stomach, "Hey, Jinie .. what's wrong?"

"Huh? You're back? What time is it?", Seokjin groggily muttered, " Past 1 PM. i told you i only go out for few hours", Yoongi says softly. His hair brushing the older damp hair. His boyfriend's skin is colder than he usually is, "I bet you haven't get up from bed at all? Are you sick?", he softly adds. He tilts his head to get a better few of his boyfriend that still has his face buried down on the pillow. His eyes widened as Seokjin's hands searching for his sweater and grasp it tightly, "Mhm", Seokjin hums as if speaking more words pained him more.

"Is there anything that i could help, hyung?", Yoongi asks. Hating that his boyfriend looks so weak. Seokjin shakes his head slowly, " Just .. stay"

So Yoongi does. His hand never stops making contact with the older body, either it's playing with his hair or rubbing his back. Yoongi's heart skips a beat when he sees Seokjin suddenly sit up with his hand clamped over his mouth. And his heart completely stops when he sees red liquid seeping through the older trembling fingers right after he heard a wet gag escaped from Seokjin's.

"Hyung what the—", Yoongi curses under his breath, " You're bleeding!!"

Seokjin squeezed his eyes shut as his body rocking with one more heave, he clamped his hand tightly to prevent more liquid that his stomach brings seeping more from his hold. He frantically throws the cover and stands on his swaying feet, " 'M not bleeding, I'm sick", he managed to mumble before he bolts to the bathroom. He hastily opens the lid just in time as thick red liquid splashing to the water below. He tightens his grip on the toilet when another round rushing from his mouth. Seokjin grimaces when his tongue completely tastes like metal. He drinks ragged breaths before it hitched along with his stomach spams, gurgling more blood from his body.

Yoongi walked into the bathroom, still recovering from the shock earlier, to see his boyfriend hunched over the toilet with what seems like blood trickling from his plump lips. Yoongi peeked at the toilet and he swears his stomach churning, looking at it filled with blood. He gulped down the lump in his throat before bring his hands to rub the older arched back. He could feel how tense his muscles now.

"That's it hyung.. let it out", Yoongi whispered. Seokjin tilts his head a bit to catch a glimpse of his boyfriend before gag wracking his body, sending another round of vomit. He keeps going as if his body so eager to make it empty.

Seokjin's kneels buckled when he sends his last retch. Blood has stopped flowing from his mouth and leaving him gagging quietly since his stomach still unbelievably queasy. Yoongi flushed the toilet and step down to kneel right beside the older that rests his head on the toilet seat. He brings Seokjin's lulled head on his chest as his hand brushing the sweaty hair from the older forehead, "How are you feeling?"

"Queasy... I hate this, Yoongichi", Seokjin mumbled weakly. He shifts his position to sit straight and spits to the toilet, "Can you bring me water baby? My mouth still tastes like chopper"

Not even a minute later, a glass of water already in front of his face. He accepts it gladly and rinses some of it to get rid of the aftertaste before it triggers more nausea.

"Let's go back to bed hyung? It's too cold here", Yoongi says softly. Seokjin contemplates, "But... I'm still nauseous. I don't think I will have any energy left to run here again"

"I will put bag or trashcan beside our bed, okay?", Yoongi's hands cupped the older face, grazing the tears-stained cheeks, "You're a bit warm hyung, It will turn into a fever if you stay here"

Seokjin hums and brings his shaky legs to stand and back to the comfort of his bed.

"So ...", Yoongi breaks the silence between them as they back to their position a few days back, but now it's Seokjin that cuddling on Yoongi's lap. "Hm, what is it?", Seokjin sleepily answers. exhaustion has crashed to him, and Yoongi's fingers playing with his hair just adding to the sleepiness that starts creeping on him.

"You get sick.. vampire gets sick..", Yoongi mumbled. Seokjin rolled his eyes before pinch the younger thigh, "Aw! What's that for?!"

"You're dumb"

"I'm just making sure!"

Seokjin tries so hard to bite his laugh that was about to erupt. His boyfriend is too adorable to his liking. "Yes, you have just seen me puking his guts out. What kind of evidence again that you need?"

"That was blood? You're puking out blood?"

Seokji shifts his position so he could see Yoongi. He brings his shaky hands to squeeze Yoongi's cheeks that look so adorable from down there. The younger grunts as he batted Seokjin's hands. Seokjin giggles, "Yes? Now listen to me, Yoongichi"

Yoongi looks enthusiasts at him. Seokjin almost coos at the sight. "What materials that human eats?"

"Food?"

"So, if you, as human throwing up like you did a few days ago. What are you throw up?"

"Food?", Yoongi innocently answer before his mouth form an "O"

Seokjin nuzzled his head back to Yoongi's, "Understand now?"

Yoongi hums. Seokjin speaks again, "Its not that I never get sick .. but I always camp in Jungkook's apartment if I feel like I'm gonna sick until I recover"

Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows. His hand unconsciously stops to play with Seokjin's hair, gaining a whine from the older, "Why?"

"Because I know you'll freak out. And of course, I don't want to spread gems here"

"But I'm not!"

Seokjin laughs weakly, "You were screaming earlier. Even though I was in haze but I still can hear it, Yoongichi"

Yoongi pouts, "Okay maybe a bit. I thought you were bleeding"

Then they fall into a comfortable silence again. Seokjin is too busy to calm down his stomach that starts swirling again and Yoongi just deep in his thought.

"Hyung?", Yoongi calls when he could feel Seokjin squirmed on his lap. It looks like the older is in pain as he bites his lower lips, "What's wrong?"

Seokjin sucked a few breaths, "I'm so nauseous"

"Do you think you gonna be sick again?"

A wet blech answered Yoongi's question. The younger quick to jump from their bed and fetch the trashcan that he prepared earlier. Seokjin dived his head on the trashcan, followed by loud retch echoes through it. It brings nothing, only makes him more nauseous. He groans as he brushes his hair in frustration.

"You're empty hyung", Yoongi murmured beside him. "I know. But I can help it. It just feels like I'm so close to puke", Seokjin whined. He clutched the can on his chest and sagged back to the bed. This is why he hates to be sick.

"Do you want some warm tea hyung? I don't know what you usually drink when you recover but at least you have something to bring up"

Seokjin almost gags again at the mention of a drink. But that was a good idea, "That would be nice, Yoongichi"

Yoongi flashes his gummy smile, "Okay, let me make it. Wait here"

Seokjin grips the younger wrist before he got chance to walk from their room, "What?", Yoongi tilts his head, "Thank you. I acknowledge you as a good vampire caretaker", Seokjin says weakly with a grin on his lips before he plants a soft kiss on Yoongi's cheeks. Yoongi groans, but the red cheeks say otherwise, "You're silly. but your welcome my vampire", he jumps from their bed, "Now let me make you a tea, i will be back"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #tw blood #sick!seokjin #caretaker!yoongi

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bts-trash-blog · 4 years

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Love Me Again~ Kim Namjoon

Summary: Another life full of love and making up for hurtting you is the thing he dreams of.

Paring: Namjoon X reader

Waening: Angst with a bit of fluff.

An: Happy birthday our beloved leader

The feeling of warm breaths fanning against your chest had your slightly shivering, your eyes opening to meet with a dark room. The weight of arms wrapped around your waist had your heart speed up as your hand reached down, soft hair graced your senses making your eyes close as you let out a grunt of air and then took a deep breath in. Namjoon. Kim Namjoon. Was wrapped around you.

The tattooed covered giant was in your bed after months of you two pushing away from one another. His now ash brown hair was being illuminated from the morning sunrise making his golden skin glow, making the pain of loving him hurt you that much more. Letting out a soft huff, you slightly push his body off, making him groan as he naturally rolls away from you. Though it's what you wanted, the feeling of the cold air made you shiver, made you long for his body heat. Sitting up in bed, you throw your legs over the edge of the bed and stare at the window, trying to remember the night before, remember his body entering your life again.

It was one in the morning, you had just finished a drama and were heading to bed when the knock on a door had you pause your movements of shutting down your one bedroom apartment down.

The look in his eyes when you opened the door, carved love into the pain he had brought you all those months ago. The memories of tears rushing down your face as the harsh words the two of you throw at one another plays again and again. A never ending rerun of heartbreaks.

“Namjoon?” You whispered, the open door was greeted with a stumbling body, his bloodshot eyes were matched with the smell of liquor and cigarettes. A smell you always hated that was laced in his scent. “Namjoon what are you doing here?” You asked, your eyes slowly blinking as he finally looked up fully, his kissed bitten looking lips had your heart thumping rapidly against your chest as he let out a sniffle.

“They’re not you.”

Your body trailed out of your bedroom, your body freezing as you stumbled over a leather jacket and a pair of ripped black jeans. Making you let out a rough huff of air as you picked them up and threw them onto your couch. Your body moving to the kitchen when you heard a groan from your open bedroom door, your eyes closing as you remember the feeling of his lips tracing your skin.

“You can’t just leave me, break up and come here and say all thoses hookups you’ve had are not me. You ended this. You gave up on me.” You said making him let out a long breath, his hand moving to grab yours, his fingertips moving to lace with yours making your body jump back slightly.

“I know… I thought I was doing the right thing by you. I thought I was gonna make you realize that I wasn’t worth it.That I was a selfish bastard who you were better off without.” he said stepping into your apartments making your shiver as his scent entered your home for the first time in months, the sound of your door shutting made you finally blink as his hands moved to rest on top of your shoulders. “But that was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made.”

“You left me broken.” He let out a soft whimper of he brought you into his chest making you melt as soon as his warmth was pressed against your. “You broke me.” You cried as he tightened his arms around you.

“I’m so sorry baby, I’ll give you the best years of my life if you just take me back.” His mumbled head moving to nuzzle its way into your shoulder, his soft plush lips pressing against your skin making your body relax as your weight falls completely against his chest. “I don't want anyone else, no one but you. You are the best part of me and I let you go cause I didn’t want to destroy it.”

“You’re drunk.”

“But I know I love you.”

“Stupid.” You whispered, your hands moving to cover your face as you leaned against the counter, how could you let him in. How could you let him make you fall all over again for him without even a sober conversation. “Stupid bitch.” You grumble as the smell of coffee makes you turn to your machine and grab your mug, when the sound of cracking against your tiled home makes you freeze as you feel eyes on you.

“Morning.” He mumbled making you nod, when suddenly arms wrap around your waist making you freeze, lips reacting against your shoulder up your neck to your cheek making your eyes close, enjoying the feeling. “I love you.” He whispers, making you shake your head as you pull away and look at him, making his slightly stumble back.

“We can’t.”

“Why not?” He asked his tattoo hands to reach out for you, making your body move closer to him as you let out a groan. As he tilts his head and let his head fall to the side as you let your hand move through your morning bedhead.

“Cause we’ve tried, you like parting and girls way too much Namjoon.” His head shakes as he moves to you making you step back, his body falling onto his knees as he looks up at you, his hands falling to the back of your thighs making you slightly stumble forwards. His nose nudong against your stomach makes you jump as your hand moves to thread through his hair.

“Not anymore. I like spending time in, yeah I still drink but I rather get drunk with you. And the girls were just to get you out of my head.” He pauses enjoying the ways your hand scratches at his scalp. “I..you are the only thing in my life i think I truly got right. You’re the only person in this world that if you never say my name agins would break me. You..you are everything to me. Please let me love you again. Please.” His words were filled with sniffles making your eyes widen as you tightly grip a few strands of hair in a fist for a second making him moan out.

“How can I trust you not to hurt me again.”

“You..you can’t but I just want another life with you. A different one, a better one.” He pauses as he tugs your shirt making you slowly join him on the ground. His hands moving to cup your cheeks, his eyes looking into yours as his thumb brushed against your lips.

“That doesn’t make me want to get back with you Namjoon.”

“I understand..but I..I’m serious I want a different life with you. A better one, where I wake up to you every morning, and fall asleep with your arms around me. I want to kiss you whenever I want, and hold you hand in front of every living being in this world. I imagine us dancing around in our own place that we'll get together one day. I imagine getting you this perfect ring, and marrying you. I imagine the day we find out we’re gonna be a family, I imagine holding our little girl in my arms for the first time. I imagine holding onto you till my last breath. So please please let me love you agains so this life can be real. Please.”

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lavenderlattaes · 4 years

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an extra step closer. | kim namjoon

⇒ summary: namjoon wants to dance with you for his entire lifetime.

⇒ [ royalty! au ]

⇒ pairing: kim namjoon x fem!reader

⇒ word count: 1.3k words

⇒ genre: fluff

⇒ warnings: none

⇒ note: hello! here’s my second entry for the btsghostiewritersnet bingo bash and this falls under the established relationship tile. this was so fun for me to write, since i’ve always wanted to write an established relationship trope and i was somehow able to incorporate that into a royalty! au as well, which is something i have also been wanting to write for quite some time now. anyway, i hope you enjoy! ＼ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ／

The melodious, court music paired with soft, gentle laughter from the dukes and duchesses across neighboring kingdoms filled the grand ballroom of the Kim family’s palace. A night of music and dancing was celebrated in honor of the eldest son’s coronation, which took place a few hours prior. Seokjin was now king, and had stepped up to fill in the role of their father.

The second prince, Namjoon stood beside the newly crowned king as they gazed at their guests and subjects enjoying the night on the dance floor as a cool summer breeze swept in through the castle’s large windows. Namjoon glances at his brother from the corner of his eye, his dimples popping out as he sees the proud, wistful look adorning Seokjin’s handsome features.

“How does it feel to be king, hyung?” Namjoon leans over to whisper in Seokjin’s ear gently, as the older man turns to look at him with a smile.

“It’s wonderful; knowing that your people love and trust you to lead them at such a young age,” He says simply and Namjoon nods. “But at the same time,” Seokjin pauses with a sigh, “It’s rather lonely.” Namjoon places a gentle hand on Seokjin’s shoulder as they both turn to glance at the youngest prince, Taehyung, who was busy dancing around with various princesses, and even princes.

“Remember to marry for love, hyung. Not for alliance.” Namjoon reminds Seokjin and his brother turns to him with a teasing smile. “I know. Now, go on and enjoy your night. I know there’s someone waiting to dance with you.”

At the mention of that certain someone, Namjoon’s grin goes wide as he offers a polite nod for his brother before making his way down the steps. He fixes his suit before making his way through the crowd, offering polite greetings to the guests.

“Hyung!” Taehyung calls out, running his way over to Namjoon as the man in question raises an eyebrow at him.

“What is it?”

“Have you seen Prince Jimin by any chance?” He asks Namjoon, but the prince’s attention was already fixed on someone behind him.

And even in the vast, crowded ballroom, Prince Namjoon’s eyes find yours and without thinking much of it, a soft, sweet smile adorns both your faces.

“Hyung?” Taehyung calls out and when he turns around, following Namjoon’s line of sight, a knowing smile crawls up his face as well.

“I’ll go look for Prince Jimin, see you later!” The youngest prince bids his brother goodbye, dashing off to look for his best friend on his own. Without breaking eye contact, Prince Namjoon sweeps through the crowded room, making his way over to you as you do the same, your eyes never leaving each other’s.

You both meet right in the middle, the tips of your baby blue gown bumping against the top of his leather boots. You give him a grin as your fingers gently hold the sides of your skirt up, offering a small curtsy. He bows in response and when you both stand back up to your height, Namjoon doesn’t waste time in grabbing your right hand gently.

“Fancy seeing you here tonight, Princess Y/N,” Namjoon greets, offering a chaste kiss to the back of your hand, his eyes never leaving yours.

You let out an ungraceful snort, making him chuckle. “It is my pleasure, second prince.” You reply, as he brings your hand in his properly, intertwining your hands properly before leading you outside of the hall.

“I thought you were going to ask me to dance with you,” you say, a hint of curiosity laced in your voice. At almost every ball they held, Namjoon would make it a point to ask you to dance with him. This is the first time he hasn’t dragged you onto the dance floor.

He shakes his head just as you reach a long, winding staircase that led to one of the castle’s towers. A massive, wooden door stood in front of you both and Namjoon pushes the door open, a low, rumbling sound echoing in the empty hallways.

He moves off to the side, gesturing for you to walk in first. You smile and step through, the prince following behind you as he closes the door tightly.

“How sure am I that you’re not leading me to my death, Prince?” you ask teasingly, making him laugh out loud. You turn around to look down at him, a twinkle in your eye.

“Do I really look like I’m going to lead you to your death, darling?” He says the endearment sweetly, making your cheeks burn. You whip your head back to the front and climb up the stairs hastily, Namjoon’s chuckles echoing up the long staircase.

You finally reach the top and you push the doors open as the cool night air greets you. You walk over to the edge, resting your hands on the cobblestone wall as you look at the kingdom splayed out beneath you. The distant sound of music and laughter from the party going on mixes in the usual hustle and bustle of the town, complimenting the twinkling stars and the lights in the village.

“It’s beautiful,” you breathe out, Namjoon coming to stand beside you.

“I always come up here to clear my head. It’s calming,” Namjoon says and you turn to look at him.

“Thank you for bringing me up here.” Your hand reaches out to rest on his forearm. “This is the first time you didn’t force me to dance with you,” you mention casually and he lets out a small ‘ah’.

“I know how much you don’t like dancing, and I thought you deserved a break for once.” He says, making you giggle.

“I’ll always dance if it’s with you.” You admit, making Namjoon step closer to you. You can smell the faint scent of his cologne now, feel the warmth of his body now, and hear the sound of his calm, beating heart.

“Then,” Namjoon begins, bringing your left hand to rest on his shoulder as he holds your other hand in his. You scoff and place both arms around his neck, stepping closer.

“You’re too old fashioned, Joon.” You comment as he rolls his eyes playfully at you.

“As I was saying,” he tilts his head and you nod for him to continue, “I guess you won’t mind dancing with me for the rest of your life then?” He asks you softly, his hands gentle on your waist as he sways you both side to side.

You gaze into his eyes. You know him so well; and you’re certain that underneath the gentle smile and calm gaze he’s giving you, a small hint of anxiety is swirling in his irises.

“Are you asking me what I think you’re asking?” you ask him curiously and his hand reaches up to poke your nose, making you scrunch it up out of annoyance.

“What do you think, Princess?” He says the title teasingly and you suddenly feel a whole zoo in the pit of your stomach.

“I know you’re nervous, Y/N,” Namjoon chuckles. “Your hands are suddenly cold on my neck.” He points out and you almost want to scold him for knowing you so well. But you know him just as well too, so can you blame him?

His hands leave your waist to take hold of your hands, squeezing on them lightly. His eyes never leave yours and he has a soft smile on his lips.

“Will you dance with me?”

You know him. You know what it means. He didn’t need to say it outright for you to understand what he meant. That’s how it’s always been with you and Namjoon. You didn’t need to say the exact words to understand each other. A simple gaze, a small - probably unnoticeable for other people, but never for each other - action, were all it took for you to know what the other was trying to say.

And right now, underneath the moonlight, with the stars twinkling and the sounds of chatter and music in the distance, all you can focus on are Namjoon’s eyes and the sound of your hearts beating.

And like always, you don’t need to say the words out loud for him to know. All it takes is a squeeze of his hands and an extra step closer to him.

#namjoon scenarios #btsghostie #btsghostiebingo #btsboulangerie #namjoon imagines #namjoon fluff #namjoon x reader #namjoon one shot #bts scenarios #bts imagines #nise writes

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btssunnyboy · 4 years

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Thunderstorms- BTS

In which your fear of thunderstorms leads to a lot of cuddles and a late night movie.

Word Count- 2,092

Warning - Just some tooth rotting fluff and mentions of the movie the conjuring and some profanity.

Also loves my request are open feel free to request anything! It can be ot7 as well! And AU as well!

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The lightly pouring rain outside was soothing you as it fell. A very different contrast to the pounding thunder that shook the buildings walls. You clutched the duvet with trembling fingers as the lightning strikes lit up the whole room. Your body physically jolted upwards the moment another round of thunder rolled in. You hid your head under the covers in hopes of making the room darker to distract yourself from the chaos going on outside. You harshly bit your lip the longer you stayed under the covers almost frozen in fear.

“Screw it.” You lowly mumbled as you yanked the covers from your form. Tip toeing as quietly as possible towards the door. Trying your best to not wake the three others people that were sound asleep in the room. Slowly opening the door a sudden cringe went down your spine as the creak in the door seemed amplified a lot more then usual. Sliding through the decent crack you made you quickly shut the door once more. Trying your best to not make a sound as you descended the squeaky stairs. You swiftly pulled yet another blanket over yourself the moment you settled into the plush couch.

You clicked on the tv and tried to find an interesting show, but that proved to have some difficulty as no good shows seemed to play at three am. After a long, tedious journey of scrolling through unwanted shows you finally gave up on the tv altogether. You paused your movement and gripped the cushions of the couch when another roar of thunder ripped through the living room. You felt your body sway only slightly as you tightly closed your eyes hoping for it to past quickly rather then be dragged out.

“Just when I thought it was simmering down.” You laughed nervously as you made cautious stepped towards the DVD players. Scared that any sudden moment would cause an uproar of those horrendous sounds again, but you knew your movements had nothing to do with the thunder. It was gonna come and go as it pleases no matter what you did. Hastily looking through the mounds of different movies. Ranging from the usual romcom to the horror movies you dare not touch while you’re alone. You clutched the case in your hand as more rounds came in, this time they were accompanied by their best friend also know as the blinding streaks of light.

You didn’t hear the stairs squeak once more as you ears were busy taking in those thunderous roars. Needless to say the moment a stern grip was placed upon your forearm you almost busted a lung at the loud scream you let out.

“Wow! Baby, baby! It’s me. Just me.” Taehyung sheepishly smiles and pulled your body towards him. A small chuckled rumbled in his chest as he stared at your terrified but also pissed facial expression. “What are you doing up so late?”

You softly pushed him off of you and continued to look for a movie to watch. Your eyes scanning the titles at a fast pace, trying to take them all in. “You know how I am about thunderstorms.”

He nodded knowingly and sat down in the floor as well. He wrapped his arms around your body while looking through the dvds as well. He knew you’d most likely cuddle the elephant print blanket as soon as the movie started, but he wanted you to be close to him. So he reached for the conjuring that was in the discarded pile. His boxy grin on full show as he held the shiny dvd in his hand.

“No.” You grumbled, going back to your previous task. You subconsciously moved your back towards Taehyung’s warm chest when the rain suddenly became a downpour. You turned around to show your final decision with a small smile on your face, but we’re only greeted with a tiny frown and Taehyung holding up his choice. A sudden pang of guilt shot through your chest when he glumly tossed the dvd to the side. “If we watch it, you promise to not leave my side. Especially when that demon things pops from the closet.”

“I’ll cover you eyes and hold you as close as I possibly can.” Taehyung grinned as he picked up your body and gently sat you on the couch. He wrapped the blanket around you once more before hastily putting in the dvd and jumped right beside you. His big, warms hands providing you with all the comfort you need when the opening scene rolled across the screen. Taehyung rubbed small circles on your back when he felt you shift uncomfortably as the closet doors slowly opened up and the clapping of hands were heard.

“Shit!” You cursed as the doors slammed shut without warning. You glared harshly when you saw Taehyung stiffle a laugh at your reaction to something so simple. You flinched at the sudden breeze that blew across your neck. It sent a feel of uneasiness down your spine when it happened again. “Jungkook what the fuck!” You bellowed when his hands were wrapped around your shoulders giving them a shake great enough to get your heart pumping once more.

“I’m sorry, love, but I had too.” Jungkook laughed as he held his stomach. He leaned over the couch and placed a soft kiss to your lips. “I love you.”

“Yeah I bet you do.” You huffed as you snuggled closer to Taehyung who this time didn’t even try to hide his amusement. You smacked his chest before trying to interest yourself in the movie.

“Love, did the storm bother you again? Is that why you’re up?” Jungkook asked while popping open the soda can. His head tilted his concern when he looked at you.

You nodded and held out your hand motioning for his drink. You have a pouty look when he brought the can back up to his lips and gulped down more then half. A sheepish smile overtaking his plump lips. “Why are you up anyways.” You questioned after taking a small sip.

“Got thirsty and saw the tv shining from down the hall. You could’ve got in the bed with me you know that right?” He spoke his thumb rubbing small patterns on the back of your hand.

“I know, but it was so late. You guys need your sleep.” You stated as you pulled Jungkook closer. You laid your head across his lap and rested your feet in Taehyung’s lap as well. You closed your eyes in contentment when he started playing with your hair. “Can we please watch another movie?”

“We could, but I don’t want to get up and change it.” Taehyung sighed leaning back against the arm of the cough. “Ow!” Taehyung huffed as a flick was delivered to his forehead. He rubbed the sore spot and went to turned around only to see a displeased Yoongi with his arms crossed. “M-maybe we should change the movie.”

Yoongi nodded his head in agreement as he turned around and walked towards the kitchen. Only to reappear with a small snack cake and a bottle of water. He tossed you the cake and gave a small kiss to your temple before settling in the arm chair.

Taehyung returned to his seat as the oh so familiar marvel logo flashed on the screen. He smiled when a light squeal of excitement left you and Jungkook. Both Taehyung and Yoongi watched with admiration clouding their eyes when you shot up and wrapped your arms around Jungkook. Their small smiles showing so much love for the two of you.

“I’m sorry if I woke you up.” You apologized looking over at Yoongi. You stood up and placed yourself in his lap. "Hopefully this makes up for it."

He held your body close and opened the cake he brought you. Taking a bite for himself and handing it over to you. He softly smiled when he felt you pepper light kisses against his neck. He may not have shown it much, but he absolutely adored it when you smothered him in your feather like kisses. He loved being around you and the boys in general. "This definitely makes up for it."

"The storm is dying down, do you want to go back to your room?" Taehyung asked pausing the movie, only to stop when he noticed your head started bobbing. "Do you want us to put blankets on the floor?"

You slowly nodded while trying to keep yourself awake. You tried to get up and held only for a arm to wrap around your waist and bring you back to their chest. Yoongi put his head in the crook of neck and swayed you both back and fourth.

Jungkook took the throw pillows off the couch and placed them on top of makeshift bed they made. He took you from Yoongi’s grip and placed you in the middle. He laid on your left while Yoongi took your right. They wrapped their arms around you while Taehyung did the same to Yoongi. "Go to sleep, love, well be right here when you wake up."

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Namjoon, Seokjin, Jimin and Hoseok stared fondly at the sleeping beauties on the floor. Their hair was in every direction with a small stream of drool going down their chins yet they still looked ethereal. Namjoon stepped forwards in attempt to wake up all up, before the rest pulled him back.

"Let me get breakfast done and then wake them up." Seokjin smiled warmly and pulled the three boys into the kitchen. He didn't notice that Hoseok made a b-line for the others instead of the kitchen. He only shook his head with a small smile when he heard a few groans.

"Sleepyheads, time to wake up!" Hoseok grinned as he threw himself across the four of you. He only laughed in response to the loud groans. "I'm hurt you didn't wake me up to join in the cuddle fest."

You sleeply replied, "I didn't want to bother you. It was three am and besides they all came down willingly."

He huffed playfully as he pulled your arms and helped you up. Hoseok smiles as you clung to his warm body, he helped you to the kitchen table and got you a cup of juice. Giving you a single kiss before moving to his reserved seat at the table.

"Baby, you know you could've got in the bed with anyone of us during that storm right instead of sleeping on the floor?” Namjoon spoke up and placed the food in front of you. He gave you a chaste kiss and pulled out a seat.

You nodded your head, but continued to sip on the juice.

"To make up for lost time how about we all just have a lazy day!" Jimin smiled with a small clap of his hands. His eyes shining brightly while staring at everyone's loving faces and at the thought of getting to relax for once in a while.

Everyone nodded as they soon crowded around table, even the three who were previously sleeping like rocks on the floor. They all chatted amongst themselves and hurriedly places food into their plates.

"Now hurry up! I want my y/n time." Hoseok giddily stated his hand softly gripping your thigh. He quickly shoved the food into his mouth the excitement at the thought of being with everyone being completely obvious.

"Hey who said you got her first!" Namjoon argued his eyebrows rasied in a questionable manner. "And please slow down before we have to do heimlich maneuver."

You rolled your eyes at the meaningless bickering, but knew everything was in good spirit. Looking around the table at the bright expressions everyone had only warmed your heart even more.

"I genuinely love all of you so much." You grinned and resumed eating. Unaware of the dazzling and shy smiles that came to everyone's face when you said those simple words.

"We love you so much, y/n." Jungkook smiled. He knew he was speaking for everyone, but it was true. They loved you with everything in them and they knew for a fact that you felt the exact same way.

"Well I'm gonna go get the movie set up!" Taehyung pushed himself from table while having a small pep in his steps. He was grinning from ear to ear while leaving the kitchen. Everyone could only imagine the tricks that the boy had up his sleeve.

"Taehyung I'll legitimately fight you if it's the conjuring!”

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blu-joons · 5 years

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BTS Reaction: Their S/O Gets In A Bad Accident

Jin:

The music blared through the speakers of the studio, the boys perfecting their final pieces of choreography. Namjoon told them all to take a break, Jin heading over to his bag, picking up his phone and a bottle of water. He began his new level on his game, only for it to be disturbed by an unknown number calling. “Hello?”

“Hello? Is this a Mr Kim Seokjin?” Of course, Jin replied with a yes, incredibly worried as to what was going on. He didn’t know who the person was, or what they wanted from him. “You’re down as Y/N’s emergency contact, I’m calling to let you know she’s been in an accident as is currently in a critical state.”

His phone fell to the phone. Surely they’d got the wrong person? Just two hours ago he’d spoken to you on the phone as you made your way to work. Jimin was quick to notice, picking Jin’s phone up, continuing the conversation before hanging up.

“Come on,” he encouraged Jin, picking up his car keys, “I’ll drive.” All the other boys were deserted, the car ride silent on Jin’s side. Jimin continued to reassure Jin it was all just precaution, and that you’d be fine, but those two words kept repeating in Jin’s head. Critical state.

The car didn’t even have time to stop before Jin ran in, demanding from the reception to know which room you were in. He sprinted down once he had been informed, stopping just before the door to your room. He took a deep breath, cracking the door to see your body.

The sound was enough to alert you, your eyes fluttering open to see him walking through the door. “You’re here,” you smiled, waving slightly.

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry this has happened to you. I promise I’m not going anywhere, you are going to be just fine.”

Yoongi:

It had felt like forever, as Yoongi sat and watched your body lay. Your eyes were shut, mouth slightly ajar, body numb. He had never moved so quickly then when he got the call to say that you were in hospital. His heart was pounding knowing that even if you weren’t aware, he needed to be there.

He continued to talk to you in the hope you’d hear, reminding you he loved you. “Come on gorgeous, I know you’re tired, but just give me a sign that things are okay.” The doctors had warned him it would take a day or two for you to come round after suffering from a seizure at work.

Yoongi never let his spot beside you, waiting for you at every moment. His hand always held yours, which is how he knew after two days, things were getting better. Lightly, your hand squeezed his, your eyes slowly opening.

“You’re awake!” Yoongi sighed with relief, bringing your hand up to kiss the back of it. “I was so worried about you.”

It took you a moment to realise your surroundings, but your eyes were drawn to the hot tears that rolled down his cheeks. “Are you crying?”

“No.” You chuckled, wiping his tears away from him. “Maybe, but you can’t blame me, I’m just really happy to see you awake. I’ve been sat here for two days just hoping that you’d come round, I’ve never left your side once. I don’t tell you enough, but I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You pulled him down for a hug, pretending to sniff his shoulder. “I thought you smelt funny, when was the last time you showered.”

He pulled back, nudging your arm, “I will go home and shower tonight now that I know you’re going to be fine if my smell offends you that much.”

“Oh be quiet and kiss me already.”

Hoseok:

The boys all gathered around Hobi as he waited to hear your how your operation had gone. You’d somehow managed to damage your shoulder, breaking a few of the bones requiring a long stint in the operation theatre. Hobi understood, but it still terrified him the thought of you all alone whilst the doctors tried to heal you up.

“Hobi, she’ll be out soon.” Jin was quick to notice his nerves building, his foot tapping on the floor. “She’s in safe hands.” Hobi nodded, paying attention to his hyung. Of course, you were fine, these were professionals, but that didn’t mean he was concerned that something could go wrong.

Eventually, your nurse appeared in the waiting room, calling him through to come and see you. He looked back at the boys who all sat down, giving them questionable glances. “She needs you, not us,” Namjoon informed him, “come and grab us when you two are ready, you need some time alone first.”

Without his members, Hobi could feel himself crumbling as he walked into your room. You were awake, a big cheesy smile on his face. Yet, his eyes were drawn to the big cast and sling on your arm. “Don’t,” you warned, already knowing what was going through his mind.

“Sorry sunshine, I know you’re alright.” He walked over to you, scattering a few kisses all over your face. “I leave you alone for five minutes and you manage to end yourself up in hospital, how do you do it?”

“Maybe Joon isn’t the clumsiest person you know after all.” Instantly his familiar, infectious laugh emerged, Hobi soon found himself relaxing as he saw how well you were doing. You hadn’t lost your sense of humour, that was for sure.

“I reckon you’d have to break a few more bones yet to get anywhere near the Namjoon end of the clumsy spectrum.”

Namjoon:

His heart stopped as he made his way into the hospital entrance. Namjoon had no idea what to prepare himself for, all he knew was that you’d been in a car crash, and that he needed to get down to be there for you. You’d stormed off after a row, driving to one of your friend’s house, when a car came through a red light, swerving into you. No one seemed to be able to give him any details until he found your doctor. “What’s wrong, is she okay?”

“She will be, she has a few scrapes, I think she’s a bit shaken, but a cuddle from her boyfriend will definitely make her happy again.” With that being said, Namjoon walked straight into your room. You were lost in a book, unaware of the door even opening.

He walked beside you, clearing his throat, finally capturing your attention. “Hey, you,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“You came?” You responded, closing your book, placing it on the lap tray you had.

“Y/N, you were in a car accident, I was terrified, of course I came to see you, I shouldn’t have let you drive off like that, I should have tried to make things better. I promise I will never argue with you again, ever.”

“It doesn’t matter now Joon, every couple argues, no one could have predicted that this would happen. It just means I’ve got an excuse to make you do everything for me now and look after me.” He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. It was only then did he take in the scratches on your face from the shattered glass, kissing the bottom of the band aid.

“I’ll be keeping extra care of you babe, and I will definitely not be letting you anywhere near any cars anytime soon.”

“Does that mean you’ll learn to drive?”

He chuckled, but shook his head. “For your safety, and everyone else’s safety, absolutely not.”

Jimin:

Pacing the hospital floor, Jimin had never felt so hopeless. His hands continued to run through his hair, as single tears rolled down his cheek. He had no idea how you were, or how you were getting on, no matter how much he persisted the nurses.

Just a couple of hours ago he’d received a phone call at work to say you were in hospital after suffering nasty fall at work. He didn’t even know what was wrong, no one seemed to be able to tell him anything. The boys had accompanied him to the hospital, desperate to keep their eyes on him.

“Why can’t anyone tell me what’s going on?” He cried out. Namjoon, his leader, walked over to him, throwing an arm around his shoulders. “I just want to know she’s okay.”

“I know you do Chim, but Y/N is so strong she can pull through whatever, I’m sure she’ll be out really soon. Just stay calm for her, the last thing she needs when she sees you is to see you upset, she’ll want to see you smiling.” Jimin nodded, allowing Namjoon to guide him over to the row of seats.

And soon you were out, being wheeled through the corridor, your body still unconscious from the anaesthesia. The boys all stayed seated as Jimin stood up, frowning as he saw your body pass by him. He noticed your leg in heavy plaster, presumably where your injury was.

“Can I come in with you?” He asked one of the nurses who followed behind, a clipboard of your notes in her hand. She looked up, smiling widely at Jimin, nodding her head.

He didn’t need telling twice as he walked into your room, coming up beside you, taking your hand in his. He patiently waited until you came round, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m so glad you’re alright my love, I’m sorry I couldn’t have got here sooner.”

“It doesn’t matter Jiminie, you’re here now.”

Taehyung:

You struggled to adjust the bright walls and lights that greeted you as your eyes opened. The space you were in was alarmingly quiet, there was no noise at all, with the acceptance of your sleeping boyfriend beside you, little snores escaping. His hand rested on top of yours, head tilted back in the chair he sat in.

You slid your hand out of his, brushing his red locks out of his face. The familiar touch was enough for his eyes to flutter open, widening when they saw you looking back at them. He grabbed a hold of your hand again, kissing each of your knuckles.

“There you are! How are you? Can I get you anything? Are you feeling alright? Of course you aren’t.” Tae hit you with plenty of questions, almost forgetting to breathe.

“I’m fine,” you assured him, “just calm yourself down for a moment otherwise you’ll end up in hospital.” He frowned, watching you shuffle along the bed, patting the space beside you.

He was apprehensive to begin with, but soon chose to sit beside you, wrapping you in his arms. “Alright, just one question, how are you?”

“I’ve been better,” you teased. Tae sighed, kissing the top of your head, silently pleading for you to be serious, he needed to hear you say it. “But, I’m fine, just a little tired, but I’m feeling okay.”

“I was really worried about you, I’m sorry this had to happen to you.”

He had set there for hours contemplating his own thoughts, silently praying that he could swap places with you. “Tae, I love you, but I’m going to be fine, a few days I’ll be out of here and at home for you to take care of.”

“I’ve already booked the time off from work to be able to spend as much time with you as possible.”

“Tae- “

“-no arguments darling, I’m staying with you until you are back to full health.”

Jungkook:

His eyes were fixated on you as you shuffled slightly as you lay on the uncomfortable hospital bed. Once you were settled you couldn’t help but chuckle, looking across at his face. “I’m fine Jungkook,” you assured him, intertwining your hand with his. Any small movement terrified him that you were in pain or unsettled. He’d barely left your side since you were admitted into the hospital. “Stop worrying.”

Naturally, Jungkook worried immensely for you, he was doing everything for you, taking care of you, bringing you lots of snacks and treats. After hearing you’d been caught in the middle of a fight, his mind feared the worst until he got to the hospital to see you.

“Easy for you to say,” he mumbled, looking down to the ground.

“Hey!” You reached up, bringing his face across so his dark eyes looked across at you. “I appreciate your concern, but I’m fine. I’m alive, I’ve got a few bruises and sprains, I’ve not even broken anything, it’s not that bad.”

He nodded, moving across to perch on the end of your bed. His other hand grazed lightly across the few bruises that were exposed along your shins, where the gown didn’t quite cover. “I know it could have been a lot worse, it’s just shook me up to see you this way, if I could take away your pain I would, I’m just finding it hard.”

You chuckled, pressing a few kisses to his shoulder. “You’re the sweetest, but I promise you, in a couple of days I’ll be up running about, just like I used to.”

“Absolutely not, you are on bed rest for weeks when we get home, not until every last inch of your perfect skin is bruise free and painless.” You could see him smirking, but he was also very serious, you weren’t going to be let out of his sight for a long time.

“We’ll see.”

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jungshookz · 5 years

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drabble where jimin is very clingy and friendly and y/n is really quiet and grouchy but warms up to jimin? oof pls or not its all cool ily and ur work sm

→ pairing: park jimin x reader

→ genre: nonidol!au, college!au, jimin is bending over baCKWArds for u, brownies are the solution to every problem

→ wordcount: 3k

→ note: thank u thank u!!!! i whipped this baby out in two hours because i got excited at the thought of grouchy y/n so if it’s a little choppy i apologize and ALSO i’m literally never getting over this gif of jimin

(gif isn’t mine!)

jimin didn’t think it was possible for someone to be moRe quiet and grouchy than yoongi

but here you are

y/n y/l/n

physical proof that it is indeed possible for someone to be more quiet and grouchy than yoongi

it really is no wonder as to why you and yoongi get along so well (he’ll never admit that he’s a lil bit jealous of that fact)

the only difference between u and yoongi is that yoongi actually likes him

and

he’s pretty sure you hate him which isn’t great

because jimin likes to be liked!!!!!!!! in fact he loVEs to be liked!!!!!! in fact HE WOULD KILL TO BE LIKED

teehee!

he’s most definitely a people person

you are not a people person

you don’t give a rat’s ass if someone doesn’t like you

that’s one less person to deal with biTch

you kinda just float around and do your own thing

you’re the complete opposite of jimin and usuaLLY he likes to stay away from people like you (no offence) ((and also yoongi is an exception))

..,.,so he can’t quite seem to figure out why he’s developed a teeny weeny little crush on you

“good morning, friends!” jimin chirps and plops down on the ground next to jungkook

you tilt your head up to roLL your eyes and resist the urge to get up and leave

“already?” yoongi snorts nudges your side with his elbow and you shrug in response before leaning back against your palms and crossing one ankle over the other

it’s not like you don’t like the guy

it’s just that you don’t like the guy

you don’t know what it is about him

maybe he’s too chipper for you

yeah

he talks too much

you fully support the notion that if there is a moment of silence it doesn’t always have to be filled up with bLabbing

silence is good

also he’s a try-hard

he seems to have a thing where he just neeDs evERyone to fall in love with him (which sounds exhausting to u)

evEryone who bumps into jimin immediately falls in love with him and you honestly?? don’t understand it

what’s so great about the guy?????

also his giggling is irritating and he does so much of it

not everything is funny

but to be fair you’re a pretty tough nut to crack

the last time you actually laughed was when jungkook tripped going up the stairs and his smoothie flew like ten feet up into the air and proceeded to splatter all over him ((you told him not to tell anyone this otherwise u would kick his ass but u ended up giving him your smoothie and u helped clean him up))

what else do you not like about jimin

the almost twinkly sound of his giggle

how helpful and kind and caring and thoughtful and generous he is to everyone

his pouty pillowy lips

his obviously dyed head of dirty blonde hair that always happens to be perfectly tousled and always looks so soft and silky and you would love to run your fingers through-

“y/n, you got any plans for the weekend?” jimin smiles brightly at you as he pulls his lunch out

you stare right back at him before raising an eyebrow and cocking your head to the side as if to say ‘do i fuckin look like i wanna tell u all about my weekend plans u nosy leech’

you shrug

jimin waits patiently for a response

and then it hits him that that was your response

taehyung clears his throat

“well if anyone wants to know about my weekend i’m going to go to this super cool flea market-“

“what do you have for lunch today, y/n? i-i have a sandwich! a turkey sandwich. do you like turkey sandwiches?” jimin tries again and taehyung lets out a quiet sigh before looking at the others like hEre we go again

“what’s not to like about a thin piece of meat in between two slices of white bread?” you respond cooly as you pluck at the grass

jimin buRsts into laughter before pointing a finger gun at you “good one! that was a good one!!”

jungkook winces and looks around to make sure no one else is observing this awkward exchange because yiKEs

“.,,.i don’t get the joke.” hoseok mumbles

jin shakes his head disappointedly “was that even a joke?? what was the punchline??”

namjoon presses his lips together before giving both jin and hobi a pat on the shoulder “.,.,.don’t worry bout it”

everyone knows about jimin’s crush on you

it’s not just limited to people in the group of course

everyone with working eyes knows about jimin’s crush on you

taehyung has tried many mAny times to tell jimin to just move on because it’s clear the romantic feelings aren’t being reciprocated and every time jimin opens his mouth to speak your eyes roll to the back of your head

you’re very nice once you warm up to someone and luckily taehyung has experienced that but he’s not sure if jimin is going to get the Nice Y/N package any time soon

he just doesn’t want jimin to get his heart broken that’s all

“i don’t get it. what am i doing wrong??” jimin groans loudly and taehyung huffs because it’s obvious they’re not going to get through this movie tonight

he lowers the volume on the television before turning to glance at the other boy (who is currently screaming into a pillow) ((which is very hard to ignore))

“i’m telling you, bro - just give up. give uP!!!!!” taehyung snatches the pillow from jimin

jimin immediately pushes his bottom lip out in a pout “but-“

“she doesn’t like you. she doesn’t liKE YOU”

“you don’t know that!!!!!!”

“jimin, come on! we’ve had this conversation like a hundred times and each time you say you’re going to get over her and then the next day you pull a ‘heY y/N do u like turkey SandWiches’ stunT and i swear you fall even more in love when she flicks hair over her shoulder and glares at you in response-“

“what the heLL are you two talking about so loudly?” tae and jimin both turn when yoongi makes his way down the stairs

he lets out a yawn before stretching his arms out “i’m taking a nap and it would be greatly appreciated if you’d just-“

“hyung, get over here and help me make jimin realise that y/n doesn’t like him!” taehyung whines

yoongi furrows his brows

“…why would i help you with that?”

tae gawks at him

“wha- why noT-“

“because y/n likes him. a lot.” yoongi states as if it’s the most obvious thing in the entire world

wait

what

jimin squAwks

“SHE WHAT-“

yoongi immediately winces

maybe it was a bad idea to tell him that

“wait wait wAIT how do you know- like, did she tell you that she liked m- should i text her?? call her?????” jimin fumbles around for his phone and taehyung snatches it from him before he can do anything

“calm down, romeo.” yoongi snorts before taking a seat on the sofa chair and grabbing the remote

“oh my god- he’s obviously fucking around with you, you dumbass.” taehyung scowls before glaring at yoongi “thanks a lot-“

“no, i’m serious!” yoongi raises his hands in defence “just don’t talk to her on monday and see what happens.”

“if i don’t talk to her then how will i-” jimin huffs and crosses his arms “whatever, tae’s right, you’re just fucking around with me-“

“no, i’m serious!!!!!” yoongi scoffs “don’t talk to her. see what happens.”

“don’t tell me you’re actually falling for this bullshit.” taehyung deadpans

he can see the gears click-click-clicking away in jimin’s little blonde head

jimin shifts in his spot and clears his throat “.,.it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try”

taehyung resists the urge to beat boTh jimin and yoongi to death with the throw pillow

monday rolls around pretty quickly

jimin is ready to taCKle the new week

but he’s also ready to tackle the new challenge of not talking to you and pretending as if you don’t exist

“good morning, everyone!” jimin greets brightly “how was your weekend…”

tae winces

o god

he’s already failed

“namjoon?”

huh

okay

smooth sailings so far

you look up from your phone immediately

your brows knit together in confusion

it’s not that you care or anything but like

usually you’re the first person he talks to after he sits down

whatever

it’s whatever

it’s not like you would’ve given him a good response anyway

“uh, it was alright! i didn’t do that much… how was your-“

“it was good! tae and i watched the new avengers movie which was super exciting!!” jimin pulls out his lunch and you spoT the familiar turkey sandwich

“oh hey!!! i watched that last week!! did you guys like it????”

you’re not really paying attention to the conversation between the guys

he threw in some lettuce and tomatoes today!

and you see some mustard peeking out

you clear your throat quietly and sit up a little straighter as if expecting jimin to ask whether you like lettuce and tomatoes and spicy mustard in your sandwiches to whiCH you will respond ‘what’s not to like about lettuce and tomatoes and spicy mustard in my sandwiches?’ and he will respond with his usual HAHAHAHA GOOD ONE Y/N

jimin takes a bite of his sandwich and turns to listen to namjoon rambling about the avengers while jin whines and begs him to noT spoil the whole damn thing for him

jimin takes another biG bite and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand

his cheeks resemble that of a chipmunk

it’s cute

wait what

no it’s not

it’s gross

yeaH it’s grOSS

“ooh, you know what else i did over the weekend? i made brownies!” jimin perks up before turning to rummage through his bag

okAY NOW he’s definitely going to talk to you because he knows you like brownies (he’s brought everyone brownies on several occasions and you’ve always accepted them with a grunt and a barely audible ‘thanks’) and you know for a fact he’s going to offer them to you fiRST >:-)

and you can’t wait because ur favourite piece is the middle piece and u and yoongi always fight over it (obviously u always get it because jimin undoubtedly plays favourites)

“yep! fresH, homemade brownies for everyone!” jimin tosses the brownies at everyone around the circle and your toes wiggle in your shoes in anTicipation

you’ve been craving something sweet all day

“ooh, sweEt i got the middle piece.” yoongi mutters under his breath and your head snaps to look at the brownie piece he just caught

wait a sec-

WAIT A SECOND

okay maybe there’s another middle piece for you

you wait patiently and even find yourself offering a meek little smile in jimin’s general direction (which he deFINitely noticed and will shamelessly admit that it made his heart skip a beat)

and then jimin just-

he zips up his backpack

but

where’s your piece???

you look around the circle and frown when you see everyone enjoying their brownies

“good brownie, jimin!” tae haMS it up after taking a bite

jungkook practically shoves the entire thing into his mouth like a maniac

meanwhile yoongi shoots jimin a subtle thumbs up before gesturing over to you

jimin’s eyes flicker over to you and you two lock gazes for a second before you’re flushing and looking down at the ground

you proceed to pluCK at the grass a little more aggressively than usual and jimin nEARLY coos when he notices your little pout

hook

line

and

sinker

but also he feels kind of bad because his intention wasn’t to make u sad

:((((

��see you guys later!”

“uGh i’m going to late for my history lecture - bye guys!!”

“thanks for the brownies, jimin!”

usually you just sliP away quietly when the end of lunch rolls around but uh

you can’t help but feel like there’s a tiny issue here

“see ya later, loserrrr” yoongi gives your arm a little punch and you scowl before swatting at his hand

and then there were two

you turn to glance over your shoulder to see jimin packing his lunch bag up quietly

a part of you wants to just pretend this lunch didn’t even happen and just spRInt off the field as quickly as possible

and the other part of you-

“hey.”

“oh. hey!” jimin smiles politely and swings his backpack over his shoulder before pointing behind you “my next class is in the maple building so i- woAH”

needless to say jimin is very much surprised when you grab his wrist and yank him over so that that the two of you are standing directly under the oak tree

“how come i-“ you clear your throat before diverting your gaze to the ground

hUH

usually jimin is the one diverting his gaze

interESting

“-ʰᵒʷ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᶦ ᵈᶦᵈⁿ’ᵗ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵃ ᵇʳᵒʷⁿᶦᵉ ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ”

“how come you didn’t get a brownie today?” jimin repeats “is that it? you just wanted a brownie?”

“well i- i don’t…“

“look, y/n, i actually have a class to get to, so if the brownie is all you’re wanting, i can just bake a new batch tonight and bring you one tomorrow.”

the apples of your cheeks go bright pink

“it’s not just the brownies…”

“then what is it?”

goD

you hate this

your brows knit together in frustration before you look up at jimin with a little glare

“today, you didn’t… talk to me…. at all, and you didn’t…. ask me about my weekend,” you stumble a little over your words because this is a verY unfamiliar situation and you honestly don’t know what you want out of your soon-to-be ramble is but pOp off i guess “-a-and today you had tomatoes and lettuce and mustard in your sandwich and you didn’t ask me if i liked tomatoes and lettuce and mustard in my sandwiches because i would’ve replied with ‘what’s not to like about tomatoes and lettuce and mustard in my sandwiches?’ and then you would do your usual stupid dorky finger gun thing-“

you can’t seem to stop the straight up word vomit just floWing out of your mouth and you haven’t even noticed that you’ve taken a teeny step closer to jimin and he has done exaCtly the same

“and you always give mE a brownie first when you bring ‘em but i-i didn’t get one and not to mention you gave yoongi the middle piece but you already know that the middle piece is mY favourite- mMpH-!”

your brain immediately shuts down when jimin tugs you in and leans down to plant his lips against yours

and as cheesy as it is

time stands still

it almost feels like your soul floated out of your body

like you’re floating in space

this is.,., nice

his lips are awfully soft

and he smells good too

,.,.wait a second

jimin’s kissing you

you’re kissing jimin

YOU GUYS ARE KISSING

you don’t get a chaNce to react before jimin pulls away

he giggles softly when you chase after his lips but soon enough you snap out of your little daze and stumble backwards a little

whAT FHE TUCK

what is going on

what the heCK is going on

“you- i- we-“ you stammer and blink wiLdly at jimin

“we?” jimin tilts his head and smiles innocently “oh, by the way-“ he takes his backpack off one shoulder and digs through it

he holds out a neatly wrapped square “of course i brought a brownie for you. this batch was extra big so there were two middle pieces.”

you take it from him cautiously before unwrapping it

yep

that’s a middle piece alright

the corner of your mouth twitches in a tiny smile before you let out a huff and whiP around to start trudging down the grassy hill

jimin’s shoulders droop in disappointment

shit

maybe yoongi did set him up

oh god

and he kissed you too

that was wAY too bold of a move

now you’re definitely never going to talk to him again

FRicK

but it wasn’t his fault!!!!!! he thought that-

“oi! you coming?” jimin’s eyes widen when he sees you standing at the bottom of the hill with a hand on your hip “i’m not getting any younger here!!” you turn around and continue the trek off the field

jimin grins widely and pulls his backpack back on

he catches up to you in no time and his heart soArs when you clutch his hand in yours

“does this mean you’ll finally answer me when i ask you how your weekend was?”

“absolutely not.”

help me help you make your wishes come tru (aka send me a request)

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A Place Called Home | Chapter 23

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: vet!reader, Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook

Summary: Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

Finally, it’s time to go home. Things are finally looking up for your family as you settle back into your normal life with the boys by your side.

“Careful, careful.”

“I’m okay, boys. I’m-”

“Focus, hyung! Be careful.”

They were totally ignoring you as Yoongi carried you back into their holding house. You were being carried bridal style in Yoongi’s arms as they freaked out over the panther not dropping you.

“Set her down here. Easy.” Taehyung adjusted the cushions on the couch for you. Yoongi softly set you down and Jimin threw a blanket over your lap. You couldn’t help but laugh as Jin rushed to get you a cup of tea and Hoseok and Jungkook brought you your things.

“Boys!” You shouted, getting their attention.

“Really, I’m okay. You guys stressing over me makes me stressed too so please, just relax?” You giggled.

“Here.” Jin handed you a cup of tea and medication.

“Have you guys eaten your medications?” You looked back at them. The boys, except Jungkook, were all on medications to help them with the withdrawal of the drugs and to help them flush the drug out of their systems entirely.

“Go.” You scolded.

“I ate mine.” Jimin raised his hand as the others shot him a look and went to the kitchen to get the medication.

“Good job.” You chuckled and ate your own painkillers.

“Come here, Chim. Let’s cuddle.” You patted the space beside you. At first, Jimin shot to his feet, an excited smile on his face, but then he remembered your condition and his face grew sour before he sat back down. You tilted your head at his sudden change in mood and reached out to hold his hand, rubbing it softly.

“What’s wrong, Chim?”

“I don’t want to hurt you again.” He gulped, voice quivering.

“You won’t. Everyone has given me hugs except you. I need my Chim cuddles.” You laughed and Jimin slowly headed over. He sat down and hesitantly wrapped his arms around you.

“I love you, (y/n).” Jimin mumbled.

“I love you too, Chim.” You kissed his cheek, leaning your head on his shoulder. The other boys came and sat around the two of you. Beside Jimin, another one that still hasn’t gotten over his trauma was Yoongi. After all, he promised that he would never hurt you again and yet, he tried to strangle you.

“So, when are we house hunting?”

“You just got out of the hospital after such a long recovery, my love. Let’s take it one step at the time.” Namjoon chuckled.

“Come on, guys. I’m feeling better, I promise! Everyday in that hospital was just waking up, going to physiotherapy and asking when I can go home. I’m finally out, let’s live a little.” You stroked Hoseok’s head.

Even if your broken bones weren’t fully healed and there were still aches and pains, you were just happy to be out and with your boys again.

“Right...” They said unsurely.

“Now, show me the houses you guys viewed.” You clapped your hands lightly. Jin took his laptop out and showed all the properties to you. There were quite some nice houses that they found and went to view. You were actually shocked but nonetheless, grateful to your mother for helping the boys with house hunting and looking through contracts.

“What do you think?” Jungkook asked.

“Hmm... They’re all really pretty and can fit all of us with room to spare. But I like this one. The backyard is big and the house is spacious.” You pointed at that one.

“That’s our favourite too, actually.” Yoongi confessed.

“Great!” You grinned.

“It’s a little over budget but I’m sure we can make it work.” You patted their shoulders. Now that the others were going to start working soon, they were all happy to help contribute to the house’s finances.

“Then it’s settled.” Namjoon said and you nodded your head.

“This will be our new home.” You hugged them.

That night, you were sitting on the bench outside your temporary home. You swung your legs back and forth, closing your eyes as you felt the night wind brush against your being. Everything finally felt peaceful and life was slowly moving as per usual again.

“Kitten?” Yoongi draped a blanket over your shoulders.

“Hey, Yoongs.” You smiled up at him.

“It’s late. What are you doing up? You should be resting as much as you can.” He sat beside you. He reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ears with a soft smile.

“I’m not sleepy.” You shook your head. Yoongi snorted at your childlike attitude and kissed the back of your hand.

“I don’t want your kisses there.” You whined. Yoongi pulled away in shock at your words.

“You stopped giving me real kisses.” You blushed, coughing at the end of your sentence. Yoongi chuckled softly, reaching up to cup your cheek. His thumb softly caressed your skin, making you shiver slightly. You saw the tears glisten in his eyes and you grabbed his collar, pulling him in so his lips pressed against yours. When he moved to pull away, you held him.

“Why are you distancing yourself from me?” You cried.

“Oh, kitten. It’s not you. I just don’t want to hurt you again.” Yoongi wiped your tears.

“It hurts me more when you push me away. It really hurts, Yoongi. More than anything. Right here.” You pointed to your heart. Yoongi wrapped his arms around you, pulling you so you cried against his chest.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered.

“I don’t want you to apologise to me. I just want my Yoongi back.” You sobbed harder. He rubbed your back gently.

“I love you so much, kitten.” He rest his chin on top of your head as he let his own tears fall. You knew you were being selfish and unreasonable but you just wanted Yoongi back. The boys were right in that as much as you loved all of them, there was no one that could fill Yoongi’s spot in your life.

“I thought you didn’t love me anymore.” You cried.

“Kitten, that’s absolutely crazy. I can never not love you. Your my first, last, one and only mate. Or did you forget that?” He chuckled, pulling your face up so he could look at you.

“Well, you don’t give me kisses anymore...”

“You’ll be the death of me, kitten. How are you so adorable. I’ll shower you in as many kisses and cuddles as you want, okay?” He kissed your forehead.

The both of you stayed outside and he waited for you to fall asleep before bringing you back into the house. That night, instead of just tucking you in and leaving to his own room, Yoongi decided to stay by your side in bed and hold you the entire time.

“Yoongs?” You woke up to find the space beside you empty. No doubt, Yoongi stayed the entire night, leaving the pillow smelling like him.

“Jagi! You’re awake!” Taehyung came in and greeted you with his usual hugs.

“Good morning, baby.” You wrapped your arms around him. With Taehyung, you decided to stay in bed to cuddle for anothe rhour or so. Unfortunately, your growling stomach was what broke the cuddle fest.

“Is my jagi hungry?” Taehyung teased.

“Stop.” You shoved his chest but winced slightly when you felt the pain shoot up your shoulders.

“Jagi! Are you okay?” Taehyung panicked but moved away, as if he was the one that caused your sudden pain. You nodded your head, holding his hand in your own as you waited for the pain to pass.

“I’m okay. It’s my fault for not being careful.” You relaxed a little.

“No, you wouldn’t be in pain if it weren’t for me. I can’t believe I did that to you. I’m sorry, jagi.” He whispered and kissed the back of your hand. You smiled softly and shook your head, reaching up to stroke his hair. With a hand on your back, Taehyung helped you sit up.

“Hey, I told you guys, no more apologising. I’m alright.” You forced a smile. Taehyung helped you out of bed and you brushed your teeth. After that, you finally went out to the living room.

“Good afternoon.” Your hybrids greeted you with smiles.

“Good afternoon.” You smiled at them. Jimin came over to give you a hug. You sat down on the chair to dig into your lunch. Jungkook sat beside you, wolfing his food down hungrily. Despite being the rabbit hybrid of the family, you learnt that he had the biggest appetite, even bigger than Namjoon and Jin. Giggling, you stroked his back.

“Slow down, bun. No one will take your food away.” You giggled.

“I’m okay, (y/n).” Jungkook swallowed his food.

“Boys?” You called. They all stopped what they were doing and turned to you, listening.

“My mum is visiting.” You informed. They didn’t even question what for but just nodded. You weren’t around when they met your mother for the first time. But you knew for sure, she left an impression on them.

DING DONG

“I guess that’s her.” You finished the last bite of food. Hoseok helped you put your used utensils in the sink and wiped the table. You squeezed his arm gratefully and went out to greet your mother. She was still dressed in her formal, office wear and carrying her briefcase with her.

“Mother.” You greeted.

“Good afternoon. I see you’re doing well. At least I know they’re taking care of you then.” Your mother gave you an acknowledging nod.

“Tea?” Jin offered.

“Yes, please.” Your mother removed her jacket and Yoongi took it from her to hang it on the coat rack. At least Jin and Yoongi were kind of used to your mother’s visits and knew what to expect. You gestured for your mother to sit.

“I have the papers you asked for.” She took her briefcase and opened it. Jin set the cup of tea in front of her and sat by your side, along with the other hybrids. You gulped and nodded your head, sipping your own tea. The hybrids observed as your mother took a manila envelope out of her briefcase and opened it, removing a stack of papers.

“Your adoption papers.” She stated, drinking her tea.

“Right.” You nodded. The boys all looked at you in confusion. What adoption papers? Were you adopting another hybrid?

“You’re adopting another hybrid?” Hoseok asked.

“No, I’m not. Remember in my letter that was given to you, I told you all that I will give you a chance to revoke your adoptions with me, including Yoongi and Jin. So, here are your adoption papers.” You explained to them.

“Wait... why?” They were confused.

“I don’t want you guys to stay here with me just because you feel guilty or anything. You’re not obligated to stay here and take care of me. If you would like to be adopted by another owner, I won’t hold you back.” You smiled softly, trying not to cry.

“(y/n)... what makes you think we want to leave?” Namjoon turned to you.

“I’ve broken promises, I’ve caused you all so much pain, I’ve betrayed you and your trust. Why would you stay?” Your voice quivered.

“Kitten, we love you. You’re our mate, we’ll never leave you. So please, we will never cease our adoptions. Ever.” Yoongi said and everyone nodded in confirmation.

“Really?”

“Yes. We’re staying.” Jungkook nodded his head firmly.

“Alright then. Is there anything else, (y/n)?” Your mother raised an eyebrow as she kept the papers. You shook your head, afraid that if you tried to speak, you’ll just start crying and you weren’t going to do that in front of your judgemental mother. The hybrids stood up and bowed to her as Yoongi and Jin walked her out.

“Take care of her, boys. My daughter... She can be so naive and weak to the harshness of the real world. She never sees the bad in people and even when they’re out to harm her, she only sees the good in them.” Your mother said.

“We will. But ma’am, I think you’re wrong to say she’s weak. (y/n) is the strongest person I know.” Jin started.

“She’s stubborn but if it weren’t for her, we wouldn’t be here. None of us.” Yoongi nodded.

“This just tells me you all can care for her.” Your mother finally cracked a smile.

“Have a nice day.” They bowed as your mother got into her car and left. When they re-entered the house, they saw you in the middle of a crying pile with your other hybrids. Jin turned to Yoongi and smiled at him, nothing was ever going to separate you again.

“Would you be my mate, (y/n)?” Jimin asked. You threw your head back in laughter but nodded your head. Jimin shyly inched forward before he planted his lips on yours.

“I love you, Chim. Don’t forget that.” You pressed your forehead against his. He leaned forward to nuzzle his cheek against yours.

“My mate~” Jungkook opened the front door and sang, his bunny smile on his face. You couldn’t help the giggle that erupted from you as Jimin frowned slightly, tilting his head in confusion. Jungkook hasn’t told the others that he already claimed you as his mate 3 days ago.

“Jungkook... beat me?” Jimin looked enraged.

“It doesn’t matter who does it first, Chim. Anyway, it was kinda sudden with Jungkook’s one.” You explained.

You were at the grocery store with Jungkook. Some kids were running and chasing each other when one bumped into you. You almost fell from instability but Jungkook caught you.

“Hey! Watch it!” Jungkook frowned as he straightened you.

“Sorry ahjusshi!” They giggled.

“A-Ahjusshi?!” Jungkook was outraged. He didn’t even look that old! How dare these kids call him ahjusshi?

“Whatever, don’t apologise to me. Apologise to her. She could have been seriously injured!” Jungkook put his hands on his waist, raising an eyebrow at the kids. You couldn’t help but snicker. Even if Jungkook was trying to look fierce, he just reminded you of a child like those kids, a cute little bunny. Jungkook turned to you.

“What are you laughing at?” He gave you a stink eye.

“Nothing...” You said innocently.

“Is she your owner, ahjusshi?” One of the little girls asked him. Jungkook’s ear twitched.

“Firstly, I’m not even that old! So stop calling me ahjusshi! Secondly, she’s not just my owner. This girl right here, is my mate.” Jungkook slung his arm around you. You choked at his words.

“Aww! That’s so cute! My mummy and daddy are mates too!” The little girl jumped up and down with a smile on her face. Before the conversation could continue, the kids ran off to their parents. You ducked out from Jungkook’s hold and he stared at you.

“Hmm, I don’t remember you asking me to be your mate.” You tapped your chin.

“What? Isn’t it already established?!” Jungkook’s eyes widened.

“No. All your hyungs asked me. You didn’t.” You raised an eyebrow at him. Jungkook gave a sigh of defeat. He wrapped his arms around you to pull you close to him.

“(y/n), will you be my mate?” He asked.

“Hmm... I’ll think about it. Being a mate to an ahjusshi seems weird...” You cringed and Jungkook glared at you. Well, that ended with Jungkook kissing you in the middle of the supermarket.

“Y-You!” Jimin pointed at the bunny, who sat behind you and wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder. You elbowed him to make him pull back. This was Jimin’s moment and you didn’t want him ruining it for the older. You pointed to the door and Jungkook pouted, letting out a whine. He puckered his lips.

“Give me a kiss first.” He said.

“Jeon Jungkook!” Jimin growled and chased the bunny around. Jungkook let out laughs as he ran from the annoyed cat.

You were watching Hoseok cook breakfast the next morning. Hoseok hoisted you onto the counter as you watched him flip the chocolate chip pancakes, sipping your iced coffee.

“Petal, are you sneaking bacon?” Hoseok asked, his back still faced to you. You froze.

“N-No.” You dropped the bacon on the plate. Hoseok turned off the stove, placing the last pancakes on the plate. He turned to look at you and you smiled innocently at him. He placed his hands on either side of you, standing in between your thighs. You blinked at the closeness.

“You’re lying, petal.” He teased.

“I just wanted a snack.” You pouted. Hoseok leaned in to bury his head against your neck, inhaling your scent.

“Alright. I believe you.” He chuckled, pinching your cheek. You scrunched your nose at him as he held out a piece of bacon to you. Grabbing it with a triumph smile, you ate it.

“Hobi?”

“Hmm?” He hummed, staring into your eyes.

“Are you happy?” You asked.

“I am. As long as I have you and the others, I’m happy. What about you, petal? Are you happy?” He turned the question back on you.

“Of course I’m happy. I have all of you here with me. You make me happy, Hobi.” You cupped his cheek. He closed his eyes and let out sighs of happiness, leaning into your warm touch. It was nice just to have your attention on him, alone, since all the other boys were still sleeping. Hoseok put his hand over yours.

“I want you to be my mate, petal. Will you accept me?” He looked into your eyes again. You smiled softly.

“Yes.” You blushed.

“I love you, so much. You’re my happiness and hope.” He gently held your chin, pulling you in for a sweet kiss. Your eyes fluttered close as you balanced yourself by putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Are you guys making out in front of my food?” Jin’s sudden voice made you jump. Hoseok couldn’t help the growl that emitted from him.

“I’m enjoying some time with my mate.” You told the arctic fox, giggling as Hoseok held you close.

“I get that. Just not in the kitchen, please.” Jin teased. Hoseok carried you off the counter, making you wrap your legs around his waist so you wouldn’t fall. He led you to your room and laid you down. Hoseok was gentle as he scented you. All the boys were. They were extremely careful with scenting you now.

“I love you, Hobi.” You rubbed his golden ear. You heard voices outside.

“Don’t go in, Tae.” Jin said.

“But... I want my morning hugs from jagi.” Taehyung whined, stomping his feet like a child.

“Hoseok’s scenting her, she just accepted him as her mate. Give them some space and privacy. After that, you can hug her.” Jin coaxed. Taehyung let out another whine.

“Fine but I’m sitting here until then!” Taehyung declared. You couldn’t help but laugh at how stubborn Taehyung was.

“Focus on me.” Hoseok growled and you nodded, wrapping your arm around him. He laid on your side, pulling you close to him. He kissed your forehead, inhaling your scent once again but this time, it was mixed with his own. His tail thumped happily against the mattress.

“Are you happy?” You asked Hoseok again.

“I am. Because now, I have my mate with me.” He said.

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minvaleria93 · 4 years

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EMPIRE chapter 2 • The Invitation

Pairing: BTS x Ladies of EMPIRE

Genre: Romance/Drama/Action

Words counted: 6088

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F I V E Y E A R S L A T E R

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They pulled up to an abandoned shopping centre. Two, tall, buffed men stood outside the entrance dressed in black suits and earpieces. They greeted a few people with a handshake and some with a bow.

The parking lot had cars arriving and filling up the empty sspaces. The sound of doors closing and engines turning off was all they could hear. Men and women, dresses as though they were about to attend a gala ball walked though the parking lot and to the elevators. The men wore their best suits and some wore fine jewellery as well. And the woman wore their best dresses with their high heels and jewellery sets to complete their outfits.

He walked down a wide and empty corridor, the tapping of his shinny, black shoes bounced off of the walls and shouted in the air. The blazer of his suit and black shirt sparkled as his body moved, and his hair fell in his eyes as he bowed his head slightly down. He pulled out a stash of money and brushed his thump over each one, pushing each paper to his other hand as he counted. The sound of chatter and laugher reaching his ears made a sly smirk dance in the corner of his mouth.

People packed into the building, and took to one of the theee balconies, looking down to the centre of the shopping centre where the fight was going to take place. There were tables and chairs on each level for people to sit sat and waiters walked around with plats of champagne on the palm of their gloved hands.

"Well, well well." Michael's attention was caught when he saw a woman dressed in a knee length, black, velvet dress approaching them. Her golden locks were twisted into a loose bun and a few pieces framed the sides of her face. The diamond necklace sparkled with each breath she took and a fur coat sat on her shoulders.

"Miss Eun," Michael reaches for the woman's hand and placed a soft kiss upon her knuckles. "Your presence brings me joy."

Eun smiled at Michael and turned to Collins. "Always the charmer," she said, and Collins nodded. "So," she exhaled a small sigh. "Did you get the chance to see him?"

"You know JK joins the show just before the match begins," said Michael. Eun looked at Collins who had his head down, trying to hide his small smile. Michael had no idea.

"I'm guessing Collins hasn't told you," Eun smiled. "There is a new contender."

Michael's expression went from happy and excited to confused and concerned. He placed a large bet on the winning champion, so to hear that there was a new contender made him slightly anxious. What if this new contender was a good fighter? He'd loose his bet. His money.

The sound of a machine turning on made all the lights in the building flickers, and everyone knew it was time. Collins held his hand out to Eun and walked her over to the balcony and Michael followed.

They were on the third floor, looking down into the ring. Just then, the lights came to a stop and only the ring lit up with a young man standing in the middle with a microphone in one hand. "Welcome all, welcome all," Jeon Jungkook's voice echoed throughout the building. The words keep on repeating. The echos failed to leave until he spoke again.

"To an event everyone will remember," he continued, "I know you are all eager for the match— as am I. So drink! Celebrate! The night is young and the party has just begun. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Marcel, your champion versus Chang Bahk!!!"

As Jungkook's men dragged another defeated opponent off the ring, the cheering from the crowd only got louder and the bets were set again for the final round.

He stood up from his seat and stepped inside the ring with the microphone in one hand and a glass of champagne in the other. "Wow!" His voice roared. "What a show—WHAT-A-NIGHT! Let's have a big round of applause for all of our undercard competitors...who lost so gruesomely." The sound of cheers and applause screamed in the air making it sound like music to his ears.

"This," he began. "Is what you've come for and so have I. And now, for the main event, making his first appearance, and I must say he looks quite promising and has a couple of tricks up his sleeve, ladies and gentlemen...I give to you...RYONG!"

They tested each other, jabs and blocks. Marcel, didn't give Ryong a single chance to strike him. Not even once, and Ryong was all bloodied up. He had his fingers stepped on, his lip was bleeding and his ribs felt like they were cracked. He fell to the floor of the ring and the audience grew restless, cat-calling.

Ryong shook his head and his vision became blurry for a moment. He looked at Marcel's shoes, watching his every step. He had lots of ticks, as Jungkook warned him. Now was the time to pay attention, don't lose a tick, watch for that dropped guard.

And then, Ryong caught the mistake and he took this as his opportunity to take down Marcel. He got to his feet and raised his elbow to Marcel's face, making the champion's head tilt backwards and blood poured from his nose. The building fell quiet, but only for a few moments before the sound of clapping in a rhythm came from the crowd. Jungkook smirked, this was it.

The crowed cheered. Ryong had a fandom now. He jumped off the floor and swung his right foot to Marcel's jaw, sending the man to the floor. He spat blood onto the side and the crowed went even more wild. Kick after kick to the face, Ryong backed Marcel to the corner until he watched the man fall down in exhaustion. The bell rang. Ryong won.

Jungkook stepped out from the elevator smiling in victory. He did not only have a new champion, but also made profit that was more than satisfying. He walked out into the parking lot, only his car in sight and a black polished motorcycle that looked like it could have been a mirror. And leaning against the motorcycle was a girl dressed in all black. She had a warm undertone with waist-long, dark brown hair and brown eyes.

Jungkook rubbed his chin as he approached the girl. "Nice legs baby girl," he began. "What time do they open?"

Kim Nari swung her hand behind her back and aimed the silver gun to the man's head. "Probably, the same time I pull this trigger," she replied. "Want me to open them?"

"Your tongue has sharpened," Jungkook muttered under his breath, making her smile as she lowered her gun. "Tell me," he inhaled, as he tucked his hands in his pockets. "What are you doing here in Busan, Kim Nari?"

Nari tilted her head to one side and pouted. "Aw," she said. "You think I came down here just to see you?" She laughed. Jungkook forced a sarcastic smile and mimicked her. Nari may have been Namjoon's sister, but Jungkook always had a crush on her. And their sarcastic banter and flirting only made him fall more for her. But he knew better than to cross his limits with her. They were fine just messing about, but there was a line.

He watched as she laughed for a moment. "Why are you really here, Nari?" He asked her again, this time his tone was much more serious.

Nari held his gaze before speaking. "He wants you in Seoul," she replied, but there was a short pause. "All of you."

Jungkook exhaled a cold and unbelievable scoff as he looked around the parking lot while shaking his head. It's been years since he last sat in a room with the others, especially Min Yoongi. They each had their own thing going, but Namjoon would always try time and time again to bring them all together and would fail each time.

"Sorry, jagiya," he shook his head. "But no can do."

(Baby)

Nari nodded with a quick shrug of her shoulders like she wasn't bothered by his answer at all. "Okay," she said as she pushed her hair back and tied it into a ponytail.

Jungkook was taken aback by her response. He watched as she walked around the motorcycle and hopped on. He had said no many times before, so why was he so bothered by her reaction? The longer he stood and watched her the more he thought about his decision. Maybe, just maybe it wasn't such a bad idea. Maybe going to Seoul and seeing the others wasn't such a bad idea. They were still Bangtan Boys. Their people were all called the same; ARMY. And who could tell? Maybe the others wouldn't attend this sit down. But that was a big fat maybe.

Nari reached for her helmet and just as she was about to place it on her head she heard Jungkook's voice. "Are you sure you don't want to ride with me?" She held her smirk back until the helmet was on her head and she was safe.

"Just follow me, Kookie" she said as she leaned slightly forward on the motorcycle and turned the engine on. She waited a few moments for Jungkook to get inside his car and when the sound of his car engine reached her ears she took off with him following after her.

••••

He walked down a long corridor. The floor was covered in red carpet and the walls were a chestnut shade of brown. He adjusted his dark, grey blazer and also the collar of his white shirt just as he stopped at these double, black doors that were thrown open and two bodyguards stood on either side. They bowed their heads as Park Jimin walked past them.

The room was a large dimly lit circle. There was an upstairs balcony part and a lower part. The room had a dark, crimson red carpet that almost looked brown covering the floor. There were tables for people to sit and have a drink or two and there was a liquor bar on the right side and no window was in sight. And the catwalk-stage in the middle of the room had tall poles that looked like they held the roof of the club up.

On the second floor the walls were a darker shade of beige. There were booths on the sides with a table, sofas made from red velvet, small chandeliers hung down in each booth and some of the thick, crimson curtains were drawn back.

"Please, leave me alone."

The sound a a soft voice reached his ears as he looked down into the lower floor of the club. It was one of the new recruits. She was also very young and desperate for help because she had nowhere to go, so Jimin gave her a job as only a waitress and nothing more. He made sure that everyone working for him was to keep an eye out for this girl.

Dan tried tugged her wrist from the man's grasp, but he was too strong. She didn't want to cause a scene and make trouble. She had only been working at the club for a few days, but she knew she had to do something. She could feel her heart racing and it was so loud in her head that it made her think everyone heard it.

Two men, tall and buffed pulled the man away from her, making her looking at them with a confused look. How did they tug him off her so easily? She held the tray to her chest as she watched the man being dragged out from the building.

The air from her lungs left her when she saw her boss walking down the stairs. He had one hand tucked inside his pocket while the other swung back and forth by his side.

"JJ," Dan panicked. "I swear I didn't mean to cause trouble—"

Jimin held his hand up and hovered his index finger just a few inches away from his lips. He closed his eyes and nodded shortly before he motioned for Dan to head over to one of her Big Sisters on the other side of the room. He watched as she took a small bow and quickly paced to the girl with light brown hair.

He could hear the man hissing and crying in pain with each step he took. They had taken him outside behind the nightclub so Jimin could deal with him in private. He was held down to his knees by two men while another one stood in front of him. "Please, I didn't-"A swing to his jaw made his head turn to the side from the blow.

Jimin looked at the three men and without as so much telling them to move with words they stepped to the side. The man looked up and his eyes widened. Jimin held his index finger to his lips and then pointed to the man. "Rick," He began. "You have been a regular at this nightclub for a while, correct?" The man held Jimin's gaze as he slowly nodded. "And you are familiar with the code?" Rick nodded again.

Jimin shot him a quick and small smile before speaking again as he took a step forward. "So tell me," he whispered. "Why were you bothering one of my girls? You know how I run things down here. I do not tolerate that kind of behaviour."

"I just wanted to have a chat with her," said Rick. "To offer her a drink and a fun time, but the b—"

Jimin grabbed the man by the collar and pulled him up to his feet and tossed him towards his men. "Take him away," he said. "And make sure he doesn't come back."

Jimin watched as they threw him in the trunk of the car, his shouts and banging were muffled and then, the car took off.

"JJ," a well built man with dark skin and a diamond piercing walked out. "There is someone here to see you," he said.

Jimin threw his head back and sighed. He had important business to attend to regarding the nightclub, so seeing someone who had just popped up at the door was not an option. "I can't," he shook his head. "Tell them they'll have to come by another time."

"She'll be back tomorrow," Elijah sang, and immediately Jimin know who was here to see him.

Yei Sung.

Before Jimin's success with the Nightclub he was in a very serious relationship with a girl by the name of Yei Sung, but after he fell into the dangerous lifestyle side of his country he had to let Sung go. It was painful and heartbreaking, but he knew it was best if she was no longer involved with him. The life he now had was a dangerous and he knew she'd be safe as long as she kept away from him, even if it pained him not having her.

"Elijah," he warned.

Elijah held his hands up in surrender. "Alright, alright, I'll sell her a story," he said. "But I have one more thing for you." Jimin watched as Elijah reached inside his blazer pocket and pulled out a golden envelope and a red lollipop. "This was dropped for you— and don't ask, I didn't see a face." With that being said Elijah left and went back inside the nightclub.

Jimin only knew one person who left behind a red lollipop when delivering a message. He turned the envelope over and pulled out a note;

Seoul.

Important.

Jimin stared down at the note for a moment thinking about what he was going to do. He crumbled the note into a tinny ball, tossing it to the side and pulled the wrapper off the lollipop before he placed it to his mouth.

••••

A few corner shops were open here as people walked in out while some stood around. There was one large parking lot opposite a building. The building was made up of bricks that were painted white, the roof was black and there were no windows. Only the black double doors that had one shut and the other opened. There were lights on the brick walls, lighting up the building as they faded from colour to colour.

The bachata muffled down the block as people waited to get ID'd by a tall and bold man with an earpiece. A group of girls stood before the bodyguard and held their ID's up, letting him study the cards before he moved to the side.

Everyone was dressed up. Sweaty, but dressed up. Dresses, skirts, off the shoulder-tops, high heels, shirts, jeans— everyone was dressed to impress. And the music was a mix of salsa, bachata, merengue, and reggaeton that kept everyone's hips moving.

The lights were low, but not to the point where it was hard to see. Red, blue, green and yellow were the theme colour of the club. The green and blue walls had a faded tone to them as if they were old as time, the hardwood dance floor was going to be a nightmare to clean later. There were tables scattered around the room where the bar was. Some people sat others stood as they watched their friends playing cards and other games.

And opposite all of that there was a sea of people dancing. And these people were not just listening to the music, but they felt the music. The way they moved and pay attention to each beat, each instrument was mesmerising. There were people leaning against the walls, pillars, some sat on chair in darker corners of the room as they moved against each other. And the best dancers were in the middle of the dance floor surrounded by the other dancers. They're bodies glossed with passion and sweat as they moved seductively against one another.

The singer, Becky stood on the stage with the and playing behind her. She held onto the microphone standing, almost like she was dancing with it as she sang. Her latin words spoken through the speakers like spells, hypnotising everyone to get up on the dance floor.

Her eyes scanned the room for one person; the owner. She smiled. "Con calma yo quiero ver como ella lo menea. Mueve ese "poom poom" girl,"

(Calmly I wanna see how she wags him

Move that "poom poom" girl)

J-Hope pointed back at the singer as he moved his shoulder as he approached the dance floor from his office. Two girls held their hand out to him and twirled them both into the dance crowd.

As the song progressed the hype in the room only grew. J-Hope had one girl moving against him with one hand on his chest and the other on his shoulder, his forehead pressed down against her, and another girl her her back to his as she too moved against him. He threw his head back and smiled when he heard the girl behind laugh.

He was breathless. Pieces of his locks were stuck to his forehead and his skin glowed. This was the most fun he had in a while at his dance club.

"J-Hope!"

A familiar voice caught his attention. "Please excuse me, ladies" he winked at the two girls.

He shook his head at the bartender, who was cleaning a glass cup with a white towel. "Dong," J-Hope sighed. "What is it? In case you haven't noticed I'm having a good time and you're blowing it for me."

"I'm sorry, but there is a phone call waiting for you in your office."

J-Hope ran a hand down his face. "Get those two girls something to drink," he pointed at his two dance partners before he made his way to his office.

The air conditioning caressed his face making a shiver run down his spine. He closed the door behind him and turned to his desktop where he saw the landline phone sitting face down. He grabbed the phone and held it to his ear as he sat on the side of the desk with one leg down.

"Hello?"

"J-Hope..."

••••

He raised a hand to his forehead, as if he was blocking the bright lights from his eyes and winked just as he held a gun sign up with his other hand and the song ended. The sound of applause and cheering broke from the audience.

Taehyung felt a sudden pressure on his right shoulder. He turned his head and smiled at the model leaning against him before he turned back to the crowd. His cheek was met with a soft kiss from the model. He grabbed her hand and took a bow before he walked off the catwalk with her.

The dressing room was in chaos. There were models taking pictures on one side, stylists making sure that the outfit they just showed off where put away safely, makeup was being removed— it was a mad house. The models stood up once they spotted their designer entering the room. They applauded him with cheers and smiles as he and praised them for putting on a great show.

"A fantastic show indeed," a woman wearing a white fitted dress said. "But let's not give all the credit to Mr. Kim Taehyung."

Taehyung moved his jaw around as though he was chewing gum. His eyes traveled up and down the woman's body and his head tilted to the side. "Oh, of course," he said. "Let's all put our hands together for our amazing stylist, Miss Rhee Esther." The Sound of cheers and applause brought music to her ears.

"Will you be attending the after party?" Taehyung asked her in a low whispered tone. Esther knew better than to keep away from Kim Taehyung. He may have been the CEO of Gucci and appeared business orientated, but behind all that he was a bachelor— a man with a silver tongue that would have any woman on her knees. And she knew better than to stay away from that.

She looked up at the man and shrug her shoulder. "I'm not sure," she said.

Taehyung opened his mouth to speak and pursued her, but his assistant interrupted. Esther smiled. "You should get going," she said, her eyes moved from him to the assistant. "And thanks for the hype." Taehyung smirked and shot her a small wink before he walked out of the dressing room and to the main corridor of the building.

The red carpet ran down the brightly lit corridor. The walls of white and gold gave off a heavily vibe and the sound of muffled chatter reached his ears as he turned the corner and was met with a crowd of journalists and photographers.

He held his hand up with a smile before pointing to a man with glass. "Mr. Kim, this show was a success— no need to deny that, but are you planning something much bigger in the future?"

"Thank you," Taehyung placed a hand on his chest as he looked at the man. "My team. Miss. Rhee and I have been working on this project for a while, so to top this off we'll have to think much bigger and grander."

"Mr. Kim," a woman with an Australian accent called out above all the others. "The rivalry between Gucci and Louis Vuitton has been known worldwide, how did you two manage to put your differences aside and collaborate on this collection?"

The corner of Taehyung's mouth crafted into a small smirk at her question. "With my charm and charisma." Laughter broke from everyone.

"But seriously," the journalist spoke again. "How did you do it?"

There was a short pause as he locked eyes with her, before answering her question. "I made them an offer they couldn't refuse."

Just as another question was thrown his way his phone began to ring. He reached inside his blazer pockets and held back from frowning; UNKNOWN NUMBER.

"Could you..." he trailed off as he looked at his assistant and she nodded.

"Mr. Kim Taehyung has to take care of an urgent call," said the assistant. "But I'll be answering some of your questions on his behalf until Miss Rhee joins us."

He walked back down the corridor they had just arrived from, the phone still ringing in his hand. He stared down at the screen for a moment before he pressed the green icon and held the phone up to his ear.

••••

People arrived by their fancy cars and stopped outside of a black building with carved french windows that had gold outlines. The cars, busses and other vehicles drove on the road as some of them honked, and their headlights were all lit up brightly. There were even some performers on the streets singing and playing instruments. The doormen on the sides of the entrance held the tall glass doors opened as they bowed his heads.

"Reservations for Knox," a man with a moustache said as he and his wife approached the reception desk.

The woman behind the desk typed on her keyboard, clicked with her mouse and looked back up at the couple with a smile. "This way," she gestured with her arm for the couple to follow a waiter.

The room was a massive circle that had a round bar in the center. Large and small tables were scattered around the room as they sat on top of the black marble floor that had white swirls. There were pillars going around the room and tall french windows that stretched from the ceiling down to the floor overlooked the city. Massive, diamond chandeliers hung down from the ceiling, black and white-suited workers walked around carrying trays of plates and a man was on the side of the room playing on a polished black grand piano that looked as though it was a mirror.

"Jesus, Ali," he sighed as he rubbed his forehead. "You walked out of that kitchen for the third time, and you still-"

"Give him a break," a woman dressed in a fitted black dress that reached just below her knees said as she tapped on her iPad. She had long brown hair and a fair complexion with light brown eyes. This was Kim Go-Anna, Kim Seokjin wife.

"It's just his first day," she looked at Jin before turning to the young waiter. "Take them over there," she said, and the young man bowed his head and followed to where she pointed him.

"Is it really that hard to remember simple instructions?" Jin muttered fo himself, hoping that his wife didn't hear him.

Anna shook her head with a small smile. She placed the iPad down on the side and reached her hands out towards Jin's tie. "Darling," she began as she adjusted the tie in place. "As if you're any better."

Jin, with his head slightly tilted to the side looked down at her, his eyes widened at what she accused him of. He opened his mouth to protest, but from the corner of his eye he saw another waiter dressed in black as he walked out of the kitchen pushing a cart tray with goodies on white plates. "Aish, I'm going to end up digging holes tonight," he sighed, as he walked past Anna and held his hand out for the waiter to stop.

Anna stood in her spot and watched as Jin grabbed one of the muffins and broke it in half. "Look at this," he said.

The waiter looked at the restaurant owner with a confused expression. He had no idea what the man was talking about. "Sir?" He asked.

Jin shook his head and grabbed another muffin and broke that one in half too. "Look at this," he repeat himself. "There is nothing in this— look how many blueberries this muffin has and how many this one has," he said, pointing to each of the muffins. "This one is falling apart. This one has nothing."

The waiter's confused expression only grew. He opened his mouth to speak, but Jin shook his head while speaking. "Life lesson," he said, turning to look over his shoulder at Anna. "If you don't do it yourself, it never gets done."

Anna smiled and rolled her eyes as she watched her husband walk towards the double black doors with small circle windows.

"Mrs. Kim," a young girl with her hair tied into a ponytail approached Anna. "There is someone here to see your husband."

Anna looked over her shoulder and took in a deep breath as she turned back to the girl. "Unfortunately, Mr. Kim is...giving a life lesson at the moment" she said. "But I'll fill in for Jin."

The girl nodded and led Anna to the entrance of the restaurant.

The kitchen was large, and professionally designed. There were three grey counters that had utensils which dangled from hooks. There were matching cups, there were clean folded tea towel on the side, and the the chef was yelling at the staff. The gentle swish from the dishwasher was heard and the efficiently hummed of the fridges. The floor was made from red tiles that looked almost an orangey-brown colour.

The chef was busy, as were all the other workers, peppering all the foods and drinks. Jin marched his way into the kitchen through the doors and searched for the chef. He scanned his eyes over the large kitchen and the faces of the works, until he saw a man over by the oven with a chef's hat upon his head.

"Chef," he said, walking towards the cook. The man looked up at him with a slight confused look on his face.

"Sir?" He replied, noticing that a two other men dressed in fine clothes stood behind Jin.

Jin placed two muffins in the chef's hands: one was filled and the other not so much. The chef looked at the two muffins in his hands and was more confused than he had ever been in his entire life. He didn't understand why Jin had given him these two muffins. "From now on I want you to put an equal amount of blueberries in each muffin," Jin spoke in a serious tone. "An equal amount of blueberries in each muffin, you got that?"

"Pardon me for saying this," The chef bowed. "But do you know how long this is going to take?"

Jin waved his hands and shook his head. "I don't care how long it takes," he said. "Put an equal amount in each muffin." And with that said, Jin turned around and left the kitchen.

"Jin," Anna's voice caught his attention, it was small and serious. He turned his head and saw his wife holding a note out towards him.

••••

He stood outside leaning against the hood of his car, one hand in his pocket while tossing the lighter in the air with his other hand. He was waiting under a bridge that was only lit up by a few streetlights. The sound of cars and the rush of the water under the bridge was all he could hear, but that as until the sound of footsteps reached his ears.

He narrowed his eyes down the deserted street and watched as a group of men appeared around the corner. He held back from smirking and tilted his head upwards and then back down as he pushed himself away from the car. Each step he took his head bounced slightly making his hair swing side to side.

He halted to a stop and held his head up high. A man dressed in a red and black tracksuit with a white top underneath his vest and his sleeves rolled up stood before him while his men surrendered them in a circle. This was John, a man that not only owned money to Min Yoongi, but went around talking smack about him, the people that worked for him and his family. Yoongi would have only served this man a beating that he'd remember for the rest of his life, but getting his family involved. A beating was just not an option anymore.

John's eyes moved from each of the men surrounding them, and then he felt a sudden pain in the back of his knee. He cried out as he kneeled to the ground. Min Yoongi took a step forward, tossing the lighter up into the air and catching it in his hand as he looked down at the man. "Ah, Johnny, Johnny" he sighed.

"A— Agust D," John stuttered as he tried to stand, but fail and fell back down. "I— thought I had another week to pay you back—"

"Yes, yes," Yoongi nodded sarcastically, before he reached his hand out and pulled the man up, his fingers disappeared into the man's hair as he dragged him to the river and buried his head in the water.

His head was pounding, every cell in his body was screaming for oxygen. He kept fighting until he felt like his head was about to explode. The waves were chaotic as they lapped over the top of his head as he fought to break free, but Yoongi held his head under the water with an iron grip.

"AHHH!" John gasped for air, his chest rose up and fell as he coughed. "I'll pay you back! Jesus! I'll pay you back tomorrow!!"

Yoongi exhaled a sigh as he looked up at the night sky. "Ah, Johnny, Johnny," his voice was filled with both amusement and mockery. "Something else has come to my attention; there have been people who said someone has been talking shit about me, but most importantly, the Min family."

The colour from John's face vanished like he had just seen a ghost. "So, what do we do with a piece of shit like that?" He asked him. John kept his mouth shut and this only made Yoongi grip his hair even tighter in his palm before he focused John's head back under the water.

John's chest felt as if it was filled with smoke, suffocating him and his throat felt like it was on fire from shouting under the water so loud. His heart pounding in his chest with fear as his vision slowly became blurry. And then a gust of wind smacked him in the face as Yoongi pulled him up and out of the water. He coughed again as he chocked to catch his breath.

Yoongi held him up straight by the hair, his knuckles turning white. He knew if he released the man he'd collapse. "Hmm?" Yoongi hummed. "Tell me, Johnny, what do we do with a piece of shit like that, huh?" The corner of Yoongi's mouth twitched into a smirk. "He's a fucking dog." His voice came out like a deadly whisper and the silence that lingered in the air after those words left his lips sent a shiver down John's spine.

Yoongi scoffed coldly at the man, before he dropped his grip on his hair and nudged him towards his men.

"NO!!" Bellowed John. "PLEASE!! I WON'T DO IT AGAIN!!! I PROMI"

Yoongi raised an index finger to his lips. "Shh," he nodded, and John looked at him in silence. "I know you're not going to do it again." Yoongi swung his hand behind his back, pulling his shiny gun out. He held the gun to John's forehead and pulled the trigger without a second thought.

BANG!

The sound played music in the air.

Yoongi watched as the man fell backwards, his corpse laying motionless one the ground as blood poured around him like a puddle from rain.

"Take him away," he said, as he tucked his gun behind his back.

He watched as they placed the corpse in the back trunk of a car and drove off, disappearing around a corner at the end of the street. Such shit on a beautiful night, he thought to himself as he took out his car keys. But before he could unlock the car his phone went off, letting him know that he received a text message.

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Reaction-Noticing Your Baby Bump

Namjoon-

“Are you ready?” Namjoon asked, shouting through to the bedroom. Smoothing over your sundress, you gave a sigh, picking up your small handbag before entering the living room. “Finally.” Namjoon sighed, looking up from his phone as he heard your footsteps. His mouth gaped open before it twitched into a smile. Tilting your head, you gave a look of confusion. “What?” “I didn’t realise that had happened.” He spoke, walking towards you to place a hand softly on your small bump. A smile gracing your lips you laughed. “Yeah, it seems to have appeared overnight.” Tears formed in his eyes as he gave a sniffle, trying not to cry. “It’s really happening.” He whispered, almost in awe. His forehead pressed against yours as tears finally rolled down his cheeks.

Seokjin-

Huffing, Jin set down his bag as he kicked off his shoes. Running a hand over his face he let out a small yawn. “Y/N?” He shouted, his eyebrows furrowed. “In here!” Hearing your voice coming from the living room, he made his way there. “How was practice?” You asked, hearing him enter the room. Folding the corner of the page you were currently on, you set down your book looking up to your husband who hadn’t responded. “Jin?” He stood frozen in the doorway, tears in his eyes as a smile flickered onto his face. “I didn’t see that when I left.” Realising what he meant, you giggled, placing one hand on the small bump. “Yeah, it just magically appeared.

Yoongi-

You lay on the small sofa at the back of his studio. Your mouth parted as soft snores left you. You used a pillow to soften the feel of the arm rest as you lay directly on your back, the only position you found comfortable to sleep in recently. You had been waiting for your husband to finish something he told you would last 15 minutes. Giving up shortly after 45 minutes had passed, you knew you would be spending the evening in the small room. Yoongi pressed send on the text he had sent Namjoon, a link to the song he just edited attached. Stretching, he let out a grunt before turning to ask you if you were ready to go home. A grin stretched across his face as he noticed you fast asleep. Though his grin quickly turned into a gasp. Something was different to your usual silhouette. A small bump had seemed to appeared overnight. How had he never noticed that before? Silently, Yoongi grabbed his phone, taking a picture of your sleeping figure.

Hoseok-

Hoseok was exhausted. The landing of the plane meant he was one step closer to his bed. With a grumble, he took his suitcase off of the conveyer belt, helping the staff to pack the bags together before joining the rest of the boys as they waited to go through the glass doors out to the waiting fans and paparazzi, and more importantly, you. FaceTime had been the way for him to see you for the past three months. FaceTime had been how he could be at the scan. Sat at the back of a dressing room, earphones in as he tried to focus on the appointment and the black and white fuzzy photo instead of the shouts of the two youngest. Checking his phone for a text message from you, Hoseok fixed his hat before taking his place next to Namjoon. “Everyone ready?” A manager asked, a laugh leaving him as the sound of tired grunts filled the room. Screams seemed to echo throughout the room as the boys made their way out into the airport. Hoseok scanned the room instantly, looking for the one person he loved in the room full of strangers. A gasp left him, his eyes widening as he spotted you. Running over, he took you in his arms. Pulling away, his eyes dropped to your stomach. “Holy shit.” You laughed, placing your hands over your small bump. “Surprise?”

Jimin-

You could already hear the shouts of the boys from the pool as you walked out of the elevator. A giggle left you as Jin shouted something in protest to Jungkook receiving a sarcastic comment. Sliding the glass door open, you were quickly met with Jimin. You greeted him with a smile before taking off the bikini coverup. Jimin suddenly stopped, his eyes widening. “What?” “It seems like our baby is growing fast.” You giggled, placing your hands on his bump. “Yeah, I guess they have.”

Taehyung-

“I’m not coming out.” You whined, tears threatening to pour out as you stared at yourself in the mirror. Taehyung tried to open the locked door before softly knocking. “What’s wrong?” Quickly checking the time, he knew you’d be late for the party. He could hear the waver in your voice as you explained. “It doesn’t look right.” “Can you let me in please. I’m sure it looks amazing.” He could hear a sigh coming from inside the bedroom before you reluctantly opened the door, quickly trying to cover the area you felt most insecure about. His eyes scanned your figure, trying to find what was wrong with the dress. “You look amazing, what’s wrong...” Slowly, you moved your hands from your stomach, revealing the bump that was highlighted by the tight dress. “Oh.” Taehyung’s mouth was gaped open before a grin appeared. Hesitating, he looked to you. “Can I?” Nodding, you let out a small giggle as Taehyung raced forward, placing his hands on your bump. Quickly, he spoke reassuring words, his eyes never left your bump as awe filled his voice.

Jungkook-

“Can I borrow your t-shirt?” You asked, appearing at the doorway. Pausing the game, Jungkook looked over, his eyebrow raised.

“Sure, but don’t you have your own?” You smiled bashfully, scratching the back of your neck.

“They’re a little tight.” Furrowing his eyebrows Jungkook finally spotted the bump, a grin appearing.

“Yeah, you know where they are.” A grin never left his face as his heart swelled.

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bts-reveries · 5 years

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daddy diaries

“What if they don’t like me,” you ask Taehyung for the umpteenth time. He rolls his eyes, pressing the doorbell.

“If Yoongi hyung likes you, everyone else will too. Yoongi hyung is the hardest one to please,” Taehyung says, turning his head to give you a closed smile.

“And how do you know Yoongi likes me?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“His princess loves you, he has to like you,” he states as if it’s so obvious, and that’s when the door swings open.

“YOU’RE HERE,” a new face yelled. He was very… energetic. The man turns towards you, shoving his hands in his pocket, looking you up and down. You tilt your head to the side, giving him a questioning look.

“Sooo.. you must be Yn,” he flashes you a smile.

“You are so cringey,” Taehyung says, pushing past the man, who you have yet to know the name of, and pulling you in with him.

“W-who, who was that?” you ask Taehyung.

“That’s Hoseok, or Hobi, kids call him Uncle Hobi. It’s only me and him in the whole group who’s still single, well, without a kid you know. So don’t expect that to happen with anyone else,” he laughs, “plus, you’re not my type.” You gasp, slapping his arm playfully, making him laugh more.

“I’m Hoseok by the way!” Hoseok yells from across the room, he was by the kitchen, holding 2L bottles of soda in his hands now. You turn to his voice and gave him a smile and wave.

“Why are you so shy?” Taehyung says, elbowing your side.

“I’m nervous!” You whisper, turning to look around the place. For someone who lives alone, his house was hUGE. He seems well off, and everything looked expensive. Hmm.. I wonder what he does for a living.

“Hey, hyung, are the others here?” Taehyung asks the older one, Hoseok’s head pops out of the kitchen, facing into the living room where the two of you were standing.

“Only Namjoon, Moonji, Yoongi, Hana, Jungkook, Sian, and Rina,” he lists.

“Waah~~ That’s… a lot of people,” you gape. Taehyung scoffs out a laugh.

“And three of them are babies, you’ll be fine,” he says to you in reassurance.

“Are they in the theater room hyung?” He yells towards the kitchen. Then Hoseok yells back a ‘yes’ in reply. T-there’s a theater in here?

“Come on,” Taehyung says, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards the room.

“There’s a theater in this house? How big is this thing,” you ask in curiosity and wonder.

“Yes, it’s just a room with a few couches and a projector, nothing grand. He has a gaming room too and a dance room.” Your mouth forms an ‘o’ shape. He must be rich then.

Taehyung opens the door and instantly a few screams were heard.

“Uncle Taetae you’re here!”

“Uncle Tae!!”

“YN UNNIE~!” You hear, and a small girl runs towards you.

“O! Hana, hello,” you greet the little one, picking her up and giving her a hug.

“I’m so happy you’re here,” she says, holding your face in her little hands.

“Hana,” Taehyung calls, holding a little girl in his arms while a small boy was clinging to his leg. “Can you introduce Yn to everyone?” Hana nods, pushing out of your hold to get to the ground. She first points to the small boy around Taehyung’s legs.

“This is Sian, he’s three like me, but I’m older so I’m his noona.” You laugh and extend your hand to the little one.

“Nice to meet you Sian, I’m Yn.” Sian shyly puts his hands in yours and just looks at you with big, round eyes.

“His mommy and daddy are over there,” Hana points and you see a young couple smiling at you and waving. You smile and wave back.

“This is Moonji, she’s still a baby. She’s like two,” Hana explains.

“Hello,” you say softly to the younger one. She just looks at you, resting her head on Taehyung’s shoulder.

“Unnie come here, let me introduce you to her dad.” Hana pulls you towards a tall man with dark brown hair. He had a cute dimple when he smiled and he extended a long arm to you.

“Hi, I’m Namjoon,” he greets. Why are all these dads so handsome. Is this what happens when you have kids.

“H-hi, nice to meet you, I’m Yn,” you smile back, starting to feel flustered, “your daughter is very cute by the way.” You felt like you needed to mention it. Namjoon laughs, and started thanking you. The same adorable smile still plastered on his face.

“She gets it from her mom,” he says, which makes you wonder how pretty she must look. Before you can ask where her mom is, because you wanted to meet her as well, Hana pulls you to the next couple. The one she pointed to as Sian’s parents.

“This is Sianie’s parents,” she reminds you. You nod and introduced yourself first this time.

“I’m glad you can make it, I’m Jungkook, and this is my girlfriend, the mother of my son, the love of my lif--”

“Shut up,” the woman says, pushing Jungkook slightly, before cracking a small smile.

“I’m Rina, I’m so happy to see another girl around here,” she laughs. “Sometimes being with seven idiots-- I mean, guys, seven guys, is like having seven extra kids and it drives us moms crazy.” You let out a laugh, starting to feel more at ease.

“Well I’m not a mom, but I’ll help with all the kids, so don’t worry.”

“Oh, there’s actually only two moms here,” Jungkook clarifies.

“Just Rina and Mae, Jin hyung’s wife. The third one’s Jimin’s fiancee. The boys really out numbers the girls here, so when we told the girls that there’s a new addition to our group, they were extremely happy to find out it was you, Yn,” Jungkook smiles. Your eyebrows curve upwards as the words made your heart melt. New addition. Wow.

“Unnie~~ let’s go play with daddy,” Hana says pulling you away from the couple and dragging you to her dad.

“Hey Yoongi,” you greet him with a smile and he scoots over on his place on the couch to give you room to sit.

“Unnie come sit with us!” Hana yells, bringing you down to sit with her.

“WE’RE HERE IS EVERYONE HERE!”

The loud voice made you jump and lean towards Hana, who’s in between you and Yoongi.

“Oh! Sorry sweetie,” you say quickly, caressing the back of her head. Your head whip to the origin of the sound. How did that loud voice, come out of such a small person??

“Aghh, Jiminssi, you scared everyone!” Jungkook yells.

“Uncle Jimin! Auntie Yuna!” Sian yells, running towards the two. You’re guessing those are the engaged couple.

“Why are you making your entrance so loud Jiminie,” Taehyung asks in a much lower voice than Jimin’s, sitting down next to you on the couch.

Jimin is panting now. It seems like he just ran all the way here from when he got to the building.

“Are-- Are-- we the-- last ones?” He pants.

“Ah the tweet,” Namjoon remembers, he shakes his head, “no, Jin hyung seems to be the last one here. Can’t blame the guy, he has three kids to take care of.”

Jimin sighs in relief, dropping down to the floor and just laying there.

Yoongi clears his throat, attempting to get Jimin’s attention. “Ya~ shouldn’t you introduce yourself?” He asks, when the younger one lifts one eye open to look at his hyung.

“Hm? To who?” His eyes pass Yoongi’s, then Hana’s, before passing yours and looking at Taehyung’s eyes, then suddenly switching back to yours.

“O!” He shoots up to his feet and he’s suddenly in front of you.

“Hi, I’m sorry about that, I’m Jimin.” You laugh, greeting and introducing yourself back to him.

“This is my ex-girlfriend, Yuna,” he says, pulling his fiancee to his side, who pinches his side. “Ah!”

“He keeps doing that, “ she laughs, “hello, it’s very nice to meet you Yn. I hope we all get along well, I’m excited to be friends with you!”

“Thank you! I’m very thankful to have met this little girl and her dad that I get to meet all of you,” you smile, everyone else is oh so kind to you.

“YAH!~” Once again, your eyes widen and your body shook at the loud voice, ruining the once soft scene that was just playing before you.

You look up to see a man with wide shoulders, a baby in his arms, and two little ones by his leg, followed by a woman behind him.

“Ya~ hyung, doesn’t your kids get deaf by hearing you talk so loudly all the time,” Taehyung complains, sticking a finger in his ear and moving it up and down.

“I would’ve gotten here earlier but the kids wouldn’t cooperate and we couldn’t get them in the car unless we gave them a treat. I’m really starting to think the world follows Jimin on twitter and does whatever he tweets about me,” he says really fast in one breath. Jimin smiles so wide that his eyes disappear and he topples over, falling once more to the ground.

Wow, it really is chaotic here. Your head turn to Yoongi, who’s calmly just watching everyone with a straight face. How can he be so calm and quiet with all his friends being this crazy.

“Yn, this is the oldest of the group,” Taehyung introduces. “Jin hyung and his wife, Mae, and their three kids, Minseok, Soojin, and little Haneul.” Taehyung points to each one as he says their names. You learned thirteen names in less than an hour. Wow. Good luck to you.

Now that everyone has came, the host, Hoseok, walks into the room, carrying bowls of popcorn, while a few of the guys helped with bringing in some snacks and drinks as well. And finally, when everything was settled, the kids had their snacks, and so did the babies, the room was finally at peace and quiet. Everyone paying attention as the film began to play. As you heard from Taehyung, this was just the start. After the movie ends and the kids are put to sleep is when the real party begins.

❀ ❀ ❀

daddy diaries

❀part five: new addition❀

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sicjimin · 3 years

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A.N : Ahah another Jikook words vomit from me 😅 I hope you like this ~ and sorry for any grammatical mistakes

TW: emeto, graphic descriptions of vomiting

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Jungkook and Jimin always sit side by side on every interview. Just like today, where he sat on the very left side, and Jimin on his right side. They are currently recording some western radio interviews since 10 AM. Its been 2 hours now—since they tried to squeeze every interview into one-day shoots. Jungkook is grateful that Jimin is the one who can't completely stay still and naturally touchy, like right now, where Jimin's hands just playing with his fingers while the older is currently laughing at whatever they are currently talking about. Jungkook has been out of the interview since the last hour, yes, he's still smiling and giving out a little response once or twice, but he doesn't know what's currently going on. His mind just like stuffed cotton candy.

He knows something is wrong with his body. Maybe because last night's dinner not sitting well, or he's just down with sickness. All he knows that he's feeling like shit. Cold sweat currently dripping down on his back, he feels faint actually. He takes a brief look at the clock, still 15 minutes until this recording end. He could hold on until that, yeah, he could.

He squeezed Jimin's fingers, an attempt to distract his mind from his sloshing stomach and the urge to puke just right there. He knows that the older eyes are now on him with a questioned look, but Jungkook tried to act chill. If he's giving back the gaze, Jimin would know that something is wrong with him. Jungkook still fiddles with Jimin's fingers while swallowing saliva once a while. Jimin turns back the squeeze, that's his silent way to tell "hold on for a few minutes again, kook".

the 15 minutes of hell is finally over for Jungkook. When the PD-nim shouts "CUT", Jungkook urgently pulling Jimin's hands that are still interlaced with his fingers. " Wait wait, Jungkook hold on", Jimin hold back. Jungkook turned to his Hyung with a pleading look. He's really gonna puke right now, he can't hold few minutes more and he wants Jimin to come with him.

"What, hyung? lets get out of here i need to go to the bathroom", Jungkook says urgently. Jimin tilts his head, " Why are you dragging me to the bathroom?"

Jungkook ducked his head down, and mumbled something under his breath, "Just because .... "

Jimin finally catches up. He knows something is up with Jungkook.

"Jungkook, what is this? is everything okay?", Jimin asks as he lowers his gaze so it can meet the younger eyes. He suddenly noticed how pale Jungkook's lips even it already concealed with a lip tint.

Jimin startled when Jungkook suddenly drops his body down, now squatting with hands on his lips and eyes squeezed shut. "Jungkook, hey, are you okay? what are you feeling?", Jimin voices filled with concerns, his hand moving to brush the younger hair that is now damped with cold sweats.

"Oh God, Jungkook you're breaking cold sweats"

"I feel sick hyung. Lets get out from here i need to go to the bathroom", Jungkook finally let out his voice that thick with nausea. Jimin slides his arms on Jungkook's waist and brings him to the bathroom. Not caring how Namjoon calling out their name and 5 pairs of worried eyes burning his back.

Jimin hearts raced at how Jungkook looks so weak. No wonder the younger has been fiddling with his fingers a lot and not talking as much as he usually is on interview. Suddenly he is aware of how sick Jungkook looks right now.

Jungkook basically pushed Jimin away and run to one of the stalls with his cheeks puffed and one hand holding his stomach. Not even he considers closing the door because they are the only ones in there. Jungkook stands in front of the toilet with hands on his knees, doesn't want to kneel because he's afraid of making his jeans dirty. Stylist noona will give him an earful if he messed up with these clothes. He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his stomach clenched that trigger a silent gag. His mouth wide open, preparing for the rush of vomit but only a trickle of his coffee earlier that comes out.

Jimin hands tucking Jungkook's now permed hair behind the younger ears, and another is rubbing his back. Jimin could feel how tense is Jungkook right now that he keeps gagging. "Hey, Jungkook .. calm down. You might strain your throat and your muscles, dont force it baby", Jimin says softly which immediately cuts out with gag and a little vomit trickling down to the toilet.

Jungkook straight up his body, his back feels a little bit hurt after bends forward for few minutes. He flushed the toilet with his shaky hands and then settled to facing the toilet again.

"Can't hyung ... 'm so nauseous. Need to puke"

"But you cant now Jungkook-ah, you will only tire yourself now", Jimin says. Jungkook keeps on gagging. He's so adamant to let his stomach content out and get over this sickness. Then he hears Jimin's propositions, " How about we get back to dorm right now, then you can stay in the bathroom as much as you want while i make your favorite mint tea? It might help you feel better .. and it will be more comfortable back at the dorm, okay?"

Jungkook sniffles, and then flushed the toilet that still crystal clear since he hasn't let out anything in the past minutes. He turned his body to his hyung and dropped his head to Jimin's crooks, "Okay, let's go hyung, 'm tired"

Jimin smiles softly and guided Jungkook to their car, so he can wait there while Jimin prepared everything before they go home. Jimin hurriedly back to their changing room, packing him and Jungkook's belonging, ran to talk to Yoongi that he met hallway to give a notice about Jungkook's condition and then ran again to snatched a plastic bag —just in case they need it— before going to their car.

The road to their dorm is silent. Jungkook is sleeping —at least he looks like sleeping with his eyes closed— leaning to Jimin's shoulder, while Jimin looking out at the scenery with one hand unconsciously rubbing Jungkook's clenched palms. Jimin didn't initiate a convo, knowing that Jungkook might not up to it.

20 minutes later, their manager successfully pulls their car into their dorm parking lot. Jungkook without hesitation storm inside the dorm, leaving Jimin confused. After paying a "thank you" to their manager and driver, Jimin hurriedly ran inside and was greeted by sounds of Jungkook's retches. He walks inside the bathroom and sat on the bathtub, hands automatically rubbing Jungkook's back that's curving as the younger sends his stomach content to the toilet.

"Jungkookie, breathe", Jimin absentmindedly says.

Jungkook finally leans away from the toilet and gasps for air after the first round of his vomiting sessions.

"Are you done?", Jimin asks as he flushes the half-filled toilet. Jungkook shakes his head, propped his body to lean forward to the toilet again, " Mhm, more"

It didn't take long before he let out a deep belch, followed by clear liquid mixed with yellow bile rush from Jungkook's mouth. Jimin thinks that Jungkook is already empty since now the younger only vomited clear liquid, not food remnants. This round finished quickly. Jungkook spits out saliva before standing on his shaky legs, flushed the toilet and walk to the sink to get rid of the aftertaste of vomit in his mouth.

Jimin following behind, "are you feeling better now, Jungkook-ah?"

Jungkook looks at the older from the mirror, nodding slowly. He's too tired to let out proper words. Jimin smiles and then walked out of the bathroom. Jungkook retreats himself to his room, can't wait to let his body fall into his comfy bed and curled in there. He can thanks Jimin later, after taking a nap, he thoughts. For now, laying down is his priority, if he must stand up for a few minutes longer he's sure he will pass out. Jungkook hurriedly changes his clothes that now sticky to his body, take the first shirt and sweatpants his eyes could catch on and curl in under his blanket. He might develop a mild fever since he's slightly shivering now.

Jungkook already half-unconscious when he felt a hand brushing his hair. He opened his eyes slowly and meets Jimin's eyes.

"Can you stomach some soup, Kook? or just a few sips of tea? you need to take your medicine first, then you can go to sleep"

Jungkook shakes his head and brings the blanket up to his head.

"Jungkook", he could hear Jimin's tired voice. A pang of guilty hit his heart, he knows he acts like a brat right now, even after he drags Jimin with him since the very start, but Jungkook can't bear the image of putting something on his mouth. The thoughts alone already making him want to gag.

He hears Jimin sighed, followed by his bed moved slightly and then sounds of the door closed. Jungkook immediately sits up and watches that Jimin is no longer in his room. Tears filled his eyes —maybe this is fever taking over his emotions— but he's upset about how he behaves to Jimin. So Jungkook choked out a sob and grabbed the soup that Jimin left on the table beside him. He eats the soup in silence, sometimes sniffed as the tears won't stop. He's way too focused on his soup and his mind until he didn't hear his room opened again.

"Oh, you're finally eating", Jimin's soft voices trickling his ears. Jungkook looks up and his tears just fall faster.

"Huh? why are you crying? are you hurt? are you gonna be sick again?", Jimin is now in full panic. He just left to change his clothes and cleaned his make-up, so why now he comes to Jungkook full crying?

"Jungkook, talk to me ... why are you crying?", Jimin says as his thumb wipes tears from Jungkook's cheeks. After few minutes, Jungkook is calming down.

" I thought you were mad at me because i don't want to eat .. I'm sorry Hyung. I have eaten half of it though, i also already take the medicine .. ", Jungkook mumbles slowly. Jimin falls silent for a minute before he breaks into a laugh.

"Aigoo Jungkookie, I left because I need to change clothes and wash my face. I figured that you may be still can't eat something. I'm not mad at you"

Jungkook watches Jimin laughs in disbelief. Faint color of red creeps into his cheeks. He shoves his hyung that still bends over because of laughing slowly and buried his body under the blanket again. Too embarrassed to face Jimin after his break down session, "Go away"

Jimin laughs louder, hands trying to pull the blanket so he can see Jungkook's face clearer, "You will cry again if i go away though, you missed me that bad huh?"

Jungkook grunts but still let out a small smile under the blanket, "You're lucky i am sick right now hyung"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!jungkook #caretaker!jimin

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