#there’s a chance jinnie himself isn’t ready to come back

[hyunnie]

“On whether Hyunjin will be participating as he has halted activities since February, JYP Entertainment explained, “The various questions being asked will be answered once confirmed and sorted out.””

yeah no shit that’s how answering questions works bitch 🙄 this is the most non-answer answer i’ve ever heard in my life lol

#there’s a chance jinnie himself isn’t ready to come back #but also…they’ve had 3 months to come up with a plan so :/

[personasintro]

games n' sex | ksj drabble

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀; game date sounds perfect, until it slowly turns into something more and you and your boyfriend are ready to take another step in your relationship

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: fluff, smut

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: strong language, protected sex, virgin!jin, virgin!reader, nerd!jin, they're both kinda nerds, fingering, first time sex, jin has a huge dick (can't believe I just wrote that) 

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 7.6k

a/n: commissioned by the amazing @hyacinthgrrls​! this was supposed to be 3k but it ended up being longer😳 thank you for your patience!!

𝗺.𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 | ☕️

“So, tell me again, why are you wearing those glasses?”

Your boyfriend asks without even looking at you, eyes too focused on the screen that’s in front of him as he clicks the computer mouse repeatedly.

“I look like a nerd with them,” you answer, snorting when you see him from the corner of your eyes giving you a side glance. “And I look smart in them.” you add to clarify, glancing back at the screen of your own laptop.

You’ve been dating together for six months, but doing nothing and playing games is still one of the best dates. You’re able to enjoy yourselves, get frustrated together and then laugh it off. Someone would call the two of you nerds, which you probably are, but not that you or Seokjin care.

“You’re a nerd,” he points out, screaming out of pain when you repeatedly smack his arm. “No, no, no! I lost! Why would you hit me?” he whines frustredly, a satisfied smirk appearing on your lips as you see a big ‘game over’ on his screen.

“You called me nerd.” you tell him, raising a brow as he innocently shrugs his broad shoulders.

“You could’ve just wait until the round is over.” he mumbles, causing you to glare at him but even if he noticed it, he ignores you and starts another round.

That little shit. He’s teasing you, he knows how much it annoys you when he ignores you. The little twitch of his mouth says it all and you groan, clicking your mouse furiously.

“This is such a bullshit, I don’t know how to play this. We should’ve played The Sims or GTA, not whatever this is called.” you roll your eyes when white big letters ‘game over’ appears on your screen as well.

“First of all, The Sims and GTA are lame. And Fortnite isn’t lame, it’s one of the best games on the market right now. How can you be so disrespectful?” he scolds you, causing you to sigh in annoyance.

“You didn’t think of The Sims as lame when you were literally competing with me who will build a better house. It seemed like you enjoyed it more than I did.” you point out, remembering when you were playing the mentioned game just a few weeks ago.

“I wasn’t competing!” he exclaims, his neck getting red which causes you to raise your brow in obvious disbelief.

There are three reasons when his neck gets red. When he’s got too much attention, gets frustrated or when he’s lying. It’s obviously the third option and it’s quite amusing to see he’s still trying to stand up for himself, when the two of you know you’re right. It’s always funny whenever he gets worked up over something so silly.

“You even danced when you claimed that your house looks better!” you exclaim, laughing when he stutters over his words but doesn’t have anything to say back, so he shakes like a scared dog before he lets out a sigh of defeat. “See, I was right.” you still mutter, ignoring the glare he gives you this time.

He turns back, his attention focus on another round which makes you whine and shut your laptop. “This game is no fun.”

“You’re saying that because you don’t know how to play it,” he points out, making your eyes roll even though you know he’s right. “Come here, I’ll show you.” he says, patting his lap as he slowly pulls away with a desk chair to give you a better space.

“Fine, but if I’m not good at it we’re gonna play something else.” you grumble, standing up to sit down onto his lap which is surprisingly even more comfortable than the desk chair you’ve been sitting on for forty minutes.

Of course, it is more comfortable. This is your extremely handsome boyfriend we’re talking about, every chance you get to be closer to him is exciting. Even if it’s him showing you how to play one of his favorite games.

When you finally find the right position on his lap, Jin pulls the chair closer to his desk so the two of you can see the screen clearer. Jin sets a new game, a set of characters filling up the screen as he clicks on a random character.

“Why would you choose her? I want Thor.” you point towards the character that symbolizes one of the Avengers.

“Why him?” he asks, tone laced with curiosity as he clicks on him and chooses him for the game instead.

“He’s hot.” you shrug, causing your boyfriend to snort at your honesty and answer.

“Because he’s hot? You know he’s just a character, right?” he snickers, straightening himself as if he’s the one playing this round.

You know he’ll enjoy giving you tips and explaining this game to you. He loves to do that even when you can play a certain game just fine, without his constant tips and advices.

“I didn’t mean him as a character in this game. I meant Chris Hemsworth, obviously.” you roll your eyes, causing him to snort.

“Since when do you like Chris Hemsworth?” You can’t see him, with you being turned with your back to him, but you can hear the frown on his lips clearly.

“I don’t,” you shrug, “I just love him as Thor. Have you seen him with his hammer showing off those strong arms and when he creates storm with all the lights—“

“Okay, okay. I really don’t wanna hear my girlfriend gushing over some guy who plays a fictional character,” he mutters behind you.

You giggle, ready to tease him about him being jealous and it’s absurd how this topic got into your conversation in the first place, but just as you’re opening your mouth your boyfriend shushes you.

“Now pay attention, the game is starting.” he says, eyes already swallowing the whole screen as he starts giving you instructions.

Ten minutes later of Jin's constant talking, mixed with whining and yelling whenever you lose, you’re the one who whines. You were just getting a hang of it and then your character got killed, and you don’t even know how that happened. Jin’s frustration is the only thing that keeps you entertained, you just love how worked up he gets over a game. After another ten minutes, you’re finally able to play the game without any kills of your character but even then, Jin doesn’t remit himself from his sudden orders and exclamation. When you finally kill a fair amount of enemies, you jump in delight and excitement completely oblivious to Jin’s grunt and hands on your hips.

“Princess, calm down.” he mutters behind you, only causing you to turn around and shift in his lap. Again, he glares at you looking through his thick eyelashes.

“What’s the matter? Did you see that? I’m practically a pro at this game!” you exclaim in excitement, doing a funny dance which causes him to curse underneath his breath.

“Jesus fuck, stop moving.” he pleads, causing you to stop as you frown.

Confusion laces your make-up free features, before you finally feel it. His covered bulge that’s hardening, poking you in the ass. When realization hits your face, you gasp loudly as you stare at your boyfriend with open mouth. He blushes, avoiding your gaze as he tries to play it off with a cough but that only makes you grin at him. You barely get to see him so shy and embarrassed, although there’s nothing embarrassing about this.

“Are you getting hard?” You don’t mean to tease him, not wanting him to feel embarrassed, but you can’t help it but to feel a sudden rush of excitement rushing through you. A different kind of excitement than you winning a round.

“Can we just ignore this happened? I’m freaking embarrassed.” he murmurs, leaning his forehead against your back so he hides his flushed face from you.

“Why? You don’t have to be embarrassed, Jinnie.” you tell him, hand reaching behind to stroke his thick black hair.

“I just got hard over you squirming in my lap, I think that’s a valid reason to be embarrassed.” he says, voice muffled by your back as you giggle.

“Why? I find it hot.” you shrug, causing him to snort in disbelief. He doesn’t believe you, you’re just trying to make this better and not to embarrass him.

And to prove your point, you squirm yourself again this time intentionally, making sure you aim at his hardening length that makes him wrap his arms around you.

“Y/N,” he warns you, trying to stop you but you only press even more making him gasp.

Even you can feel yourself getting aroused from the lack of friction, but just the thought and the littlest feeling of his dick rubbing against you drives you crazy.

“Don’t start something we won’t finish.” he tells you, groaning when you roll your hips against him.

Even the music from the game is completely ignored by the both of you. Thank god, you’re not calling and playing with Jungkook or Yoongi. If they heard the two of you, they wouldn’t let you live. They often tease you about your sex life, just because they’re two dorks who likes to embarrass you and Jin. And you’re usually the one who seems to be confident, opening your mouth to tell them something and turn the topic around, so they’re the ones who are left embarrassed. The truth is, you and Jin haven’t had sex yet. There’s no particular reason behind that, you just never talked about it openly and you thought he doesn’t want to have sex yet. You want it to happen naturally, you don’t need roses and everything planned like in those teen snappy movies. Your desires are often taken care of as Jin pleasing you with his mouth or fingers or you giving him a handjob or a blowjob. As much as Yoongi and Jungkook think the two of you probably play games rather than have sex, that’s not completely true. Yes, you do play games. A lot. But that doesn’t mean you and your body isn’t screaming for Jin. You’re patient and there was never a reason to bring that specific topic, not when you satisfied yourselves just fine without him actually sticking his dick into you. Maybe it’s taking longer because you’re both virgins. Even you giving him a handjob and blowjob used completely new to you. Just like him using his mouth and fingers. It took some time to learn each other’s bodies but you love how natural it all felt. Still does.

“We always finish,” you remark, “I want you.”

“Fuck,” he gasps, and you swear you feel his dick twitching inside his sweatpants. “You want my mouth or fingers?” he asks, letting you rub yourself against his lap as he latches his mouth onto the crook of your neck.

“You,” you gasp, throwing your head back at the feeling of his mouth and dick. “I want all of you.”

You realize what you’ve just said. Your juices already stain your underwear and just the thought of his dick inside you makes you squirm with much more neediness. You don’t even know where is this coming from. You were always okay just with him using his fingers or mouth, or both.

But it seems like you’re the only one who realizes your words.

“You’ve me, princess. You’ve got all of me.” he says against your skin, leaving sloppy kisses down your neck as you circle your hips.

“No, Jin. I wanna have sex with you. Now, like right now.” you tell him, his mouth stopping as he freezes underneath you.

You almost fear you crossed a line or something, and you even stop your movements as you just quickly sit down onto his lap while biting your lower lip.

He shakes out of his shock and shoots a set of questions at you.

“What? All of a sudden? Are you sure?”

Giggling, you take his hands into yours as you play with them. All while still turned with your back to him. “Yes, I don’t wanna wait any longer. If that’s okay with you, of course. I love you, and I know you’re the one for me.”

“If I’m okay with it? Princess, you’ll be the one who gets to be stuffed with a dick. Not me.” he says, causing you to snort.

“Jeez, thanks. You made this better.” you tell him ironically, causing him to sigh as he lifts up your hips and turns you to the side, so he can see at least side of your face.

“No, what I mean is... that this is something you’ve to think about. You’ve to be sure because once it happens, once I’ll take it, there’s no going back.” he tells you, gently tucking his fingers under your chin before he turns your head to face him.

His eyes sparkle with generosity and love, just affirming you that he really is the one.

“You’re acting like you’ve had sex before. You’re a virgin too.” you snicker, pointing out quite obvious fact only two of you know.

“Yeah, well, guys don’t care about their virginity that much. It’s not as important to them like to some girls.” he shrugs, explaining himself.

“Them? Are you saying that it’s important to you?” you question him, seeing him giving you a slight smile.

“It’s important to me that it’s with someone I love. That’s why I waited so long and haven’t sticked my dick to the first girl who offered.” he tells you.

“Can you not like, talk about other girls and how much of them wanted you?” you snort, seeing him giving you a cocky smirk.

Having a handsome boyfriend is a crazy ride. Plus, if that boyfriend is prettier than you. For fucks sake, even men in the shopping center are checking him out.

“It’s not my fault I’m so desired,” he jokes, but stops when he sees you glaring at him. “No, but really. It’s not as important to me as it might be to you, but like I said, I want to have sex with someone I love. And you’re that one for me, I’ve known a long time ago that I wanna lost it with you. I just wanna make sure you really want this.”

“Of course, I want this,” you cup his face into your small hands and caress his cheeks with your thumbs. “I don’t need this to be romantic and all that shit. All I want is you and I feel like right now is the right time.”

“Aren’t you saying that just because you’re wet?”

“Oh my god, Seokjin. No, I’m not.” you roll your eyes, voice raising to prove your point.

“You’re not what exactly? Wet or saying this because you’re wet?” he asks, pointing with his fingers to mimic the two different things.

Letting out a loud whine, you hear him laugh as his whole body shakes. “I’m not saying this because I’m wet. Plus, I think I’m no longer wet after this conversation.” you grumble, crossing your arms over your chest as you look away from your boyfriend who seems to have that one specific shit eating grin.

“Oh, come on. Don’t get mad at me now,” he fakes a pout, nudging your shoulder with his forehead before he gives it a soft peck. “I just really want to know if you’re hundred percent sure. That’s all that matters to me.”

Looking at him, you’re met with the same soft and loving eyes you fell in love with, and you can’t help but kiss him. He’s surprised by your sudden reaction, but grabs your face for a better angle as he starts moving his lips. Your tongues dance together, feeling one another before he gently bites onto your lip although, he does it too harshly and you gasp.

“Ow, fuck, Jin!” you scold him, holding your lip as you feel a metal flavor in your mouth. “Why would you do that?” you exclaim, looking at your wide-eyed boyfriend.

“I’m sorry!” he apologizes quickly, “I was trying to do that thing they do in a movies, I didn’t think I’d bite that hard.” he reasons, softly tugging your hand away as he eyes your little wound.

There’s just tiny blood, nothing major but he still stares at it with saddened gaze. You can’t holding, bursting in laughter which causes him to look up at you confusingly.

“We’re such a losers.” you tell him, still laughing.

He sighs in relief, shaking his head before a tiny smile plays on his lips. “I’m sorry.” he apologizes again.

Waving him off, you let him know it’s okay and you’re nowhere near finished with him. Turning around, you sit onto his lap rather clumsily, but Jin’s strong arms are there to hold before you’re finally seated and facing him. Nudging his tone with your own, you kiss him again. This time, he controls himself and doesn’t try to bite off your lip. He’s more careful, even though he groans into your mouth with neediness. Rolling your hips into his, you go back to your previous movements that lights up the fire through your veins. It feels good, so good that you feel your panties sticking to your heat and desperate for more touch. Understandably, it’s not enough even though it feels nice. But nice is not enough.

Detaching your lips, Jin flickers his eyes open in a silent question of you pulling away. Licking your lips that taste like him, you look at him through your hooded eyes almost pleadingly.

“I need you, Jin. Take me to your bedroom.”

He nods, understanding the frustration and need behind your words. He feels the same and that’s why he doesn’t hesitate when he tightens his hold on you and stands up. Automatically, you wrap your legs around his frame and silence your squeal by pressing your face into his shoulder. Just as you’re about to compliment his strong arms, and how stronger he’s became ever since he started working out with Jungkook, you’re not able to voice out your thoughts when Jin stumbles onto something and almost sends the both of you onto the floor.

“Jin!” you yell, holding him for dear life as he curses and stumbles some more before he finds a balance.

“Fucking slippers. I told you not to leave them in the middle of the room.” he scolds you, causing you to gasp.

“So, you’re blaming me because you’re clumsy?” you ask him, a frown settling on your face as he tries to open the door to his room.

Luckily, he manages to do that successfully without no injury or danger. He walks you towards his bed, softly pulling you down although he still glares at you. “I’m not clumsy, you’re just too messy.” he blames you, causing you to gasp in disbelief.

“I am messy?” you exclaim, finger digging into your chest as you stare at your boyfriend who starts to chuckle before he hovers over you.

He connects your lips in a soft kiss, silencing you with those plump lips that you can never resist.

“Uhm, you’re. But I love you and your messiness.”

You should be offended he thinks of you as a messy person, which you’re not. Okay, maybe you leave things a certain way and forget to put them back to its place, but it’s nothing too dramatic. You know he’s just teasing you and doesn’t take it too seriously.

He’s kissing you, exploring your mouth like it’s the first time you’re kissing, savoring every moment while his hands travel down your body before you urge him to take off your clothes. You don’t have to voice it, Jin understands you perfectly when you lift your hips up and squirm in your place. He smirks against your kiss, loving how needy you are even though his heart is beating so fast against his rib cage that he fears you can feel it too. He can’t believe today is the day he can make love to you.

He’s taking off your sweatshirt first, catching your earring onto the fabric that causes you to cry out as he’s trying to fix it in a panic. Repeatedly, honest but hectic, words of apology leaves his mouth until he finally manages to take it off without ripping your sweatshirt or causing you any harm. He takes off your glasses that have no real meaning, tossing it onto the mattress beside you but they bounce, falling down the floor.

“Jin, those were expensive!” you scold him, trying to see if they’re in one piece but your boyfriend kindly nudges you to your shoulder.

“No, they weren’t. Aren’t they from Bershka?” he shrugs, kissing down your neck.

You’re trying really hard to think, to talk back at him but it’s almost impossible at the feeling of those damn soft and tender lips.

“Fifteen thousand won is still expensive.” you try to argue, knowing how shitty your argument is. They weren’t that expensive, but they’re pretty and it’d be a shame if they broke because of Jin being careless.

“No, it’s not. If they’re broken, which they aren’t, I’ll buy you a new ones.” he tells you simply, causing you to snort at how easy he throws this argument out of window.

“I bought them last year, they don’t have them anymore.” you grumble back, causing him to groan as he’s working on your sweatpants trying to undo your knot.

“Oh my god, woman. Are you gonna argue me this whole time?” he asks in disbelief, eyes flickering to yours before he lets out a chuckle when he sees your smirk.

“Maybe.” you shrug sassily, however he decides to ignore your teasing and yells in triumph when he finally undo the knot.

Taking off your clothes doesn’t take too long, this time with no harm on your part or your clothes, although he still tosses them onto the floor carelessly. You don’t even comment it anymore, knowing it’s pointless and it’d just evoke another round of bickering. You finally understand what Yoongi meant when he said the two of you are fighting like an old married couple.

Jin has seen you naked couple of times, but you squirm underneath his darkened gaze because knowing what you’re about to do feels much more intimate than ever. He notices your tinted red cheeks and your eyes drifting elsewhere, avoiding him. He catches your attention by reaching for your face, caressing your hot cheek as he smiles.

“You’re so beautiful.” he says softly, your cheeks flaming even more.

It’s nothing new, Jin makes sure to tell you how much beautiful you are almost every day. But it still brings shots of joy and shyness through your body like it’s the first time he has ever said such thing. Most of the time he tells you you’re beautiful in the most inconvenient time. Like that time when you were sick and he surprised you with a warm soup, seeing you with a greesy hair and red nose while snot kept running down your nose.

“Go away, I look ugly.” you told him that time, covering your face with a thick blanket.

But he just laughed you off, shaking his head before he slowly put down the blanket and exposed your sweaty face. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

He told you and even though you didn’t believe him, considering how awful you looked back then, the honesty that was in his eyes is the same one he holds right now.

His words of love and honesty sends relief rushing through your body and you allow yourself relax, not wanting to feel any discomfort that he’s seeing you naked. Jin’s fingers travel down your neck, slowly touching your chest before he moves down your stomach. Every move he makes, his eyes flicker to yours as if he’s checking your reaction, and it warms your heart. Biting onto your lower lip, you take a deep breath when his fingers hover over your heat.

“Open up for me, princess.” he whispers, not budging as he waits for you to react. He gives you space to back out, this is different than all the times you were intimate together, so he’s extra careful with each move he makes.

However you don’t need him to be extra careful, of course you appreciate it, but you’re hundred percent sure of this. That’s why you spread your legs and allow his eyes to see your glistening core. His breath catches in his throat and he almost starts to choke but he plays it cool, gulping furiously with widened eyes. It makes you giggle, finding his reaction natural and amusing. Also, it strokes your ego quite a lot knowing the sight of your heat makes him react this way.

Spreading your folds, he starts rubbing your wet pussy while biting onto his lower lip. Moaning, you spread your legs even more to give him more space especially when he starts kissing your thighs. He drinks you in, looking up at you through his hooded eyes and thick eyelashes, all while peppering your exposed skin with soft kisses and fingers spreading your wetness. He sinks his finger in, cursing when he feels your walls clenching around his single digit. Circling onto your clit with his thumb, he leans down before he latches those plump lips replacing his thumb. Arching your back from the mattress, you gasp when he starts making out with your clit, while still pumping his finger. Your juices leak out of you, embarrassingly almost too much, but you don’t seem to care. Your attention is solely on your boyfriend and how much he pleases you. He takes the opportunity to sink another finger in, penetrating your tight hole even more. It feels so fucking amazing and you plead him for more.

Your attentive boyfriend, whose goal is to make you feel good, listens to you and adds another finger. This time, you feel the stretch even more and you moan loudly when he curls all three fingers inside you. He rubs your velvety walls, picking up the pace until your legs are shaking and he recognizes as a sign of approaching orgasm. Ten more pumps of his long fingers, the knot in your stomach loosen up and you’re letting go, finally cumming around his fingers that rides you through your orgasm.

He takes that time, and the fact your cum is stripping down his fingers and your heat, he adds another finger. You gasp, his name leaving your mouth at the sudden pressure.

“I know, princess. I just need to stretch you out some more.” he says, deciding to pull out when he sees your face scrunched in discomfort.

Flickering your eyes open, you look at your boyfriend who takes his glistening fingers from your cum into a mouth. He cleans them off, making sure he’s looking straight into your eyes as he does it. You gasp, slowly sitting up as you lean towards him and connect your lips. He yelps in surprise into your mouth, not expecting you to kiss him so suddenly but he welcomes it. The fact you’re kissing him despite where his mouth just was, and that you can taste yourself on his tongue, drives him insane as he groans into your mouth. Your hands travel down his chest, caressing him through his shirt when you slowly pull away.

“You’re wearing too much clothes,” you comment quietly, biting your lip when you see his smirk. “We need to change that.”

And you do. He helps you taking off his clothes, your eyes and hands too busy touching his broad shoulders that you’ve always admired. His movements are quick and he doesn’t show how horny he is to finally feel how it feels like being inside someone. No, it’s not like that at all. He takes off all of his clothes slowly, kissing you every now and then as you urge him to keep going. It’s almost like he’s waiting for you to stop him any second. Not because he wants to stop, but because he’s thoughtful enough to make sure you still want this. Warmth spreads all over your heart and when the last piece of clothing is taken off, which happens to be his boxers, you pull him closer and kiss him passionate and hard.

He’s surprised, but kisses you back with the same intensity. You can feel the love through your kiss, it’s magical. You’ve never felt about anyone this way, and it’s not just because he’s your boyfriend. But even when the two of you met, he was such a spectacular person that sparked a light of interest inside you.

“What was that for?” he asks breathlessly, as soon as you pull away.

Shrugging, you smile at him. “I just love you so much.” you admit, his features softening even more as he pouts for some reason.

“I love you too, my princess.” he says, kissing you again before you’re laying down and spreading your legs.

Gulping, he looks at your heat before his eyes are back staring into yours. “Are you, really like, really sure about this?”

“You seem more nervous than me. I’m the one who is gonna be stuffed with your dick, after all.” you tease, hearing him groan causing you to shrug.

He’s the one who said it like that. You’re just repeating his own words.

“I’m serious about this, Y/N.” he tells you softly, but his voice still holds some kind of seriousness that makes him even hotter.

He’s so fucking hot, you can’t believe he’s your boyfriend. From his beautiful black hair that almost fall into his eyes that adds major points to his sexiness, to his naked form that shows how broad and muscular he is. He’s no bodybuilder, but you can see his fit stomach and biceps that are definitely proof of his hard work of working out. And his intelligence and the dork side of him, just adds to his sexiness. It’s an interesting combination but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“If you really ask me that one more time, I swear— yes, Jinnie, I’m sure about this.” you sigh, appreciating that he’s so thoughtful and constantly checking up with you.

As much as you appreciate what he’s doing, you’re too horny and you want to feel him. There some kind of nervousness because well, you’ve never experienced what you’re about to do. But you’re rather excited and giddy, wanting to take this next step, both in your life and relationship. It feels right.

“Okay.” Is all he says, adding a special softness into his tone as he pulls away and gives you a perfect sight of his hardened length.

Gulping, you almost forgot how long and thick he is. It definitely sends a wave of arousal and nervousness at the same time to your body. Luckily, Jin doesn’t notice your widened eyes and the way you dryly gulp as he reaches for the nightstand beside your head. If he noticed, he’d surely ask you the same question he’s already asked too many times.

When he shuts the drawer with a loud thud, louder than you both expected causing you to flinch, he sheepishly grins and apologizes but you just shake it off with a quick wave of your hand. Your attention is back onto his hardened cock that slaps against his stomach, while your boyfriend’s hands are too busy opening up the condom wrapper. Slowly sitting up, his eyes flicker to yours but are back to the silver wrapper completely oblivious about your next step. As soon as you wrap your small hand that barely hugs his length, he gasps and jerks forward in surprise.

“Come on, keep going. Open it.” you urge him, slowly squeezing him as he gulps and nods.

However, he seems to grow even more frustrated when he can’t open it even with using his teeth causing you to laugh.

“What the hell? I can’t open this.” he complains, cheeks red and evident frown decorating his face.

Hiding a snort, you take the condom from your frustrated boyfriend’s hands, opening it up with ease. Arching a brow at him, you smile when he shyly coughs and tries to hide the same red tint that his cheeks have. Although, before you can tease him a little bit over the fact he really has condoms in his nightstand, since you really haven’t planned this, you notice something different.

“Extra large?” you ask, studying the wrapper with widened eyes as they turn into a mere smirk. Looking up at your boyfriend, you don’t see the look that you expect him to have.

You expect him to be cocky, confident because despite of his nerd and dorky personality, this man can really find his confidence in the most bizarre situations which makes you love him even more. Guys are usually confident about their dick size.

Aren’t they having some comparison competition of their dicks size?

But not your boyfriend. His cheeks seem to get even more red while he innocently shrugs.

“Ah, it’s... nothing.” he murmurs, causing you to chuckle.

“It’s nothing? You’re gonna rip me in half.” you exclaim, giggling when you see the terror in his deep brown eyes.

“No! I wouldn’t— we don’t have to continue.” he sulks back, trying to hide his aching length with hands over it but he’s doing a poor job at it.

“No, no. That’s not what I meant,” you assure him, cursing yourself for teasing him. It’s not the right time to do that. “I was just joking,”

Kinda. There really is a chance he’s not going to fit.

“Come on, Jin. I’ll be fine, I’m waiting for you.” you tease, waving him with a condom before you hand it to him.

Slowly, he takes it and gulps when you lay back and spread your legs for him. You watch him clumsily putting it on before he’s checking if he’s done it properly. He’s so cute, yet sexy when his muscles flex with each movement.

When he’s pleased with himself, he hovers over you and kisses you slowly. You melt into the kiss, nothing else on your mind than your boyfriend’s lips and him as the person you love the most. Gasping into his mouth, you’re surprised when you feel his hand over your heat before he dips his three fingers in and scissors them while he’s trying to do the best to penetrate your hole again.

“I know, I know,” he murmurs against your lips, but doesn’t pull away entirely. “I gotta do this.” he says, pumping them all over again.

This time, he’s trying to penetrate you even more than the first time and it takes two minutes until you’re falling apart again and having the second orgasm of the day. You’re more than aware that you probably won’t have any orgasm during the actual sex. Your cum leaks down Jin’s fingers as he pulls them out but doesn’t put them in a mouth this time. Through hooded eyes, you watch him smearing your cum all over his length that’s securely wrapped in a condom that glistens from your juices. Your pulsating heat clenches around nothing, finding this extremely hot and exciting.

When he hovers over you again, you know it’s time. His hands on both sides of your head and eyes locked into yours, he licks his plump lips as he opens his mouth. “You ready?”

You nod, stuttering over your words knowing he wants to hear you say it, rather than give him a nonverbal answer. “Yes, ready.”

Jin takes a deep breath, which comes out shaky before he wraps his hand around his length. Giving himself a few pumps, your cum a perfect lubricant to make the act easier, before he’s ready to enter you. However, he doesn’t expect you to jerk and yelp so loudly that he backs away immediately with a terrified look.

“What’s-what’s wrong?” he asks right away, staring at your closed eyes and red cheeks.

“That was my... other hole,” you scold him, “you were about to...”

You don’t need to finish for him to understand what he’s done and what you mean before his own cheeks are back to red color. Along his neck that shows his embarrassment even more.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I thought— I’m such an idiot.” he sulks, almost ready to cry as you chuckle at the situation and reach for him.

“No, just be careful.”

His head snaps up, eyes staring at you. “You wanna keep going?”

He sounds genuinely surprised. Poor guy, he probably thought you don’t want his dick anywhere near you. Not after he almost entered into a wrong hole, the whole situation is ridiculously funny despite of your heart hammering in your neck from the fact it could all go wrong.

“Of course,” you assure him, hiding a smile that he still notices. “Just be careful, make sure you... y’know...”

Oh, fuck. Since when do you get this awkward?

“Ah, yeah, of course.” Jin nods before he hovers over you all again.

This time, his eyes stay attached to his length while he makes sure he enters you well.

The first second of his tip poking your clit makes you shiver, your whole body ready to take him while you can’t believe you’re about to lose your virginity. And the fact it’s with someone you love deeply, it makes it all even more special.

When you feel him against your heat, ready to push in, you hold your breath while you’re trying to keep yourself relaxed.

“Oh fuck,” you curse, already feeling him stretching you even though he’s not even in.

He eyes you carefully, moving when you give him a short nod to let him keep going. With each gasp and inch he pushes in, he really makes sure he can continue as he starts filling you in. Tears prickle in your eyes, the stretch seems almost too unbearable while you feel like you’re being ripped in half. When Jin tells you that he’s not even halfway in, you almost cry out loud but you’re doing your best trying to control your reactions. You know as soon Jin would see you struggle to take him too much, he’ll back out immediately. His hand goes back between your legs, shaky fingers circling your clit as he’s trying to make this more bearable for you. It helps, not too much but it’s definitely better since there’s at least some kind of friction. As soon as he’s all way in, and he doesn’t fail to inform you about that, you finally let out long and shaky breath that you were holding. The feeling is so weird, not comfortable at all, but bearable even though you feel like he’s poking your stomach. You look down, eyes widening when you see an evident bulge of your stomach that’s Jin’s dick. He looks down, cursing at the sight as he goes to kiss you.

“You’re doing so good, princess.” he praises you, letting you adjust to him while he whispers praises all kind to your ear.

This is it. You’re not a virgin anymore.

You don’t feel any triumphant feeling because of it, although there’s so much love inside your heart knowing you’ve taken this huge step with your loving boyfriend.

When your arms and legs are wrapped around his much bigger body than your is, you tap his back telling him to move. He looks skeptical but nods as he starts pulling out. You cringe at the feeling, breathing through it before he slowly enters you again. He repeats this, making the feeling and tension better even though you can’t feel any pleasure yet.

It’s an instinct, his body telling him to go faster and harder on you, but he’s controlling himself so much. All because of you. He doesn’t want to hurt you and even though, he knows you’re not enjoying this as much as he is, he’s trying to do his best to make this memorable for you.

He doesn’t know that it already is pretty memorable for you.

When you start to feel the slightest pinch of pleasure, you let out a soft gasp mixed with a moan that Jin recognizes right away, he lets himself relax more and does what his body tells him to. He starts thrusting into you with more swift and steady thrusts, which after a few seconds turn into faster and needy ones. Face burrowed into the mattress that’s right underneath and beside your neck, he’s grunting and falling apart with each second. Caressing his back, you coax him and tell him how amazing he is, how much you love him.

“I love you s—“

“A-aaaahhh,” he cuts you off with a low and loud moan, his body stopping all of a sudden as his hips jerk before his heavy body crushes you.

He fills up the condom, chest heaving with harsh and fast breaths like he just ran a marathon.

Did he just cum?

You let your boyfriend stay like that until he fully recovers from his orgasm, still recovering yourself over the fact it took him three minutes to cum. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, especially after he just discovered why everyone praises sex so much. He understands now.

Pulling out of you, he lifts himself up as he sits onto his knees and stares at you with flushed cheeks and shy gaze. “I’m sorry.”

You frown in confusion, slowly sitting up as well, ignoring the ache between your legs and emptiness that Jin has left there. “Why are you apologizing?”

“I-I thought I’d last longer, you didn’t even cum.” he murmurs embarrassingly, sliding off the condom with a cringe while he tosses it into bin that’s in the corner of his bedroom.

He avoids your eyes, slowly sitting back into his previous spot as he wishes he could just bury himself.

“It’s okay,” you tell him softly, reaching for his hand thag you caress gently. “I came twice. Please, don’t worry about it.”

“But you didn’t even enjoy it!” he exclaims, suddenly growing frustrated why you’re so fine with this.

He’s so fucking embarrassed and the look in your eyes screams pity.

“How do you know that? I enjoyed that, Jin, trust me. Maybe I didn’t cum or was screaming out of pleasure, but this was the first time we were doing this. The feeling was so foreign but I know it’ll get better next time, and then better and better, until we can’t get enough of it.” you tell him, coming closer to him as you bump your foreheads before you kiss him.

He doesn’t object, letting you kiss him while he kisses you back before you pull back and he sighs.

“Are you sure?” he mumbles softly.

“Of course,” you nod, “Three minutes aren’t that bad. I thought you’d last less to be honest.” you comment causing him to glare at you.

“Y/N!” he exclaims in embarrassment, trying to hide his face but you don’t allow him to, gripping his hands tightly in your smaller ones.

“I’m joking, I’m joking!” you laugh, shaking your head. “I can’t believe we’re not virgins anymore.”

For some reason, Jin smiles and stares at you. As you’re about to ask him while he’s staring at you, he beats you to it and his soft voice resounds in the room.

“Me too, and I can’t believe we hadn’t planned it as well. It just happened and I can’t believe it did. I love you.” he confesses.

“Aw, come here, I love you too.” you gush, reaching for another kiss which he gladly gives you.

“But I still can’t get over the smell of sex.” he scrunches his nose as he starts sniffling which makes you snort.

“Well get used to it,” you pat his shoulder, standing up.

You don’t care that you can feel his eyes on your naked ass, silently admiring your body you used to be insecure about. Turning around, he tries to masks the fact he really stared at your ass but fails miserably as usual.

“We’re not gonna play Fornite or other games that much anymore.” you smirk, crouching down to pick up your glasses that for Jin’s sake, are untouched with no damage done.

“No games?” he asks with open mouth and doe eyes, causing you to snort.

“Who’s the nerd now?”

“I’m not nerd!” he says, standing up as he helps you to pick up your clothes.

“Whatever you say,” you mumble, teasing him which you do successfully when you see him pouting from the corner of your eyes. “But I could really play another round of fornite after we take a shower.” you suggest, his eyes lightening all of a sudden as he nods.

“Yeah, let’s go!” he calls out in a complete excitement as he rushes to the bathroom that makes you snicker.

“Nerd,” you mumble, not expecting him to hear you.

“I heard you!” he yells, obviously hearing you.

A soft smile plays on your lips as you put your glasses on top of his desk, following your boyfriend to the bathroom.

The whole day is spent with you two playing games, ignoring messages from your friends before you go for a round two.

But it’s not Fornite or any game that Jin can gush about.

Because you happen to be the only thing he loves to gush about, and his determination to make you feel good and understand how making love really feels, is his next task that you happily obey.

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[skeezsbbygirl]

heather + hwang hyunjin

hello lovelies! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ﾟ･: *ヽ(◕ヮ◕ヽ)

this is for anon who requested a scenario based on conan gray’s heather, and i decided to add a little twist to it (because im a big baby and i cant take the angst TT) hope you enjoy! <3

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You faltered as you tried to match Hyunjin's pace, your high heels making the task even more impossible aside from Hyunjin's long strides. "Fuck it," you huffed and stopped mid stride, leaning down to remove the straps of your shoes, finally sliding them off one after the other.

Hyunjin took notice of your absence and quickly looked back to where you were, your heels hanging from your hands as you were sauntering towards him barefoot. "What made you think that wearing heels is a good idea?" he questioned as he walked back to meet you halfway, turning his back to you and squatting down. "Get on my back," he offered.

"I wanted to impress you, maybe even get you to like me or look at me as something more than a friend," you mentally answered him. However, you couldn't risk to lose him, at least not over some one-sided feelings you've been sheltering within your heart for the past few months.

"You're going to regret this," you playfully taunted as you snaked your arms around Hyunjin's neck. He hooked his arm around your calves, asking you if you were comfortable before carefully standing up, bouncing you up a bit to slightly rearrange your hold on him. "Come on, (y/n). I do this for you all the time," Hyunjin joked.

"You had the time of your life at that party, huh?" Hyunjin spoke after a moment of silence. You let out a heavy sigh. "I wanted to forget someone for a moment," you replied softly, afraid that he would catch on the hurt laced within your tone. "Who?" he asked.

"You."

You've been friends with Hyunjin since diapers, basically you shared more than half of your memories and life experiences with him, even some of your firsts, which unfortunately included having your first love. Yeah, you'd date someone here and there, thinking that maybe venturing out into other men would help you get over your feelings for him, there was no harm in trying, right?

But boy were you wrong.

Instead of forgetting your crush on the said boy, it remained, worse, it got stronger. No matter how many times you tried to erase your fantasies of Hyunjin, your heart and mind were stubborn -- fixated on the thought of making your love life suffer for life because you couldn't see any other way around it.

You thought of confessing, but that didn't work out for you. Not that Hyunjin rejected you or anything, but you didn't even get the chance to pour your feelings out for the male because he introduced you to her that day.

Min Yeji, his heather.

"Hello? Earth to (y/n)?" Jeongin waved his hand in-front of your face, snapping you out of your thoughts. "What got you spacing out?" he asked, throwing an arm around your shoulder and rubbing them in a soothing manner. "I'm confessing today, Jeongin," you exhaled in an attempt to calm your nerves, "I'd rather tell him now than never."

"Listen, if hyung fails to see the beautiful person that you are inside and out, then to hell with him," Jeongin reassured. "I'll personally ask Chan-hyung to teach him a lesson if he chooses her over you," he added.

You gave him a small smile. "Thank you, Jeongin," you said.

You knew it was wrong, selfish even, for having him choose between you and her and for having to confess at such an ungodly timing. You wasted all those years trying to find him in someone else when you could've just spoken your truth. Now, you were left with fighting for a spot to stay. But you wanted to tell him everything before it's too late, before you fade away from his memories, before you get replaced.

And with that, you gave Hyunjin a call. He picked up after the second ring, greeting you and telling you that he was just about to call you as he had something that he really wanted to tell you in person too. So, you guys made plans to meet up in the afternoon at the coffee shop that the both of you frequented during the weekends.

You nervously fiddled with your fingers, growing more and more impatient as the seconds tick by, feeling as if you were about to burst any second now.

"(Y/n)!"

You perked up when you heard his voice, but your smile fell as he approached you.

Hyunjin had his arm around her waist, sporting the biggest smile, one that you've never seen on him. The sight of this Hyunjin was breathtaking, almost unrecognizable as his eyes molded into crescents and his lips curved into the most charming smile. Guess that was reserved for her, huh?

You swallowed the lump in your throat as tears threatened to spill from your eyes, but you held them in and managed to plaster a fake smile on your face, like those countless times when you needed to be strong, especially when you needed -- no, when you should be happy for Hyunjin.

"Hey," you spoke as you got up from your seat, clearing your throat seconds later as you internally cringed at how weak you sounded.

"Yeji," he turned to look at her, "Meet (y/n), my best friend," he continued as he turned his gaze towards you.

That was your first time meeting her in person, but not the first time you've heard about her. Hyunjin made it known, three weeks ago to be exact, that he had been eyeing a certain someone. You still remember that night. Hyunjin was sprawled out on your bed with his head on your stomach as you lazily threaded your fingers through his golden locks. He rambled endlessly, gushing over everything about her.

Yeji leaned in for a quick hug and you returned her sweet gesture. "It's so nice to finally meet you," she beamed. "Nice to meet you too," you replied, wanting to reciprocate the excitement in her tone but you failed. "Take a seat," you invited.

You were so set on hating her and despising her throughout that afternoon, but something in you couldn't. You now saw why Hyunjin fell for her. Yeji had kind eyes, a sweet smile, a lovely personality, and so much more of what you weren't. You wanted her to be mean, maybe to even throw a glass of water at you while Hyunjin excused himself to the bathroom, only to come back and see you soaked in water. He would defend you and leave her, then it would end with him confessing his love for you, admitting that he was so blind to see it before, but now he's changed his mind. You know, just like those dramas that you spent hours watching with Hyunjin.

As Hyunjin busied himself with Yeji, you were mostly by yourself, except those times wherein Jisung would suddenly barge into your apartment and plop himself down on your couch and insist on watching dramas with you. Although you appreciate Jisung's presence, it simply wasn't the same without Hyunjin. You were so used to him -- his presence, his smell, his laugh, and his dramatic antics. It was like you had to start over again, but this time, you were alone.

Reality hit you harder as time passed by.

"--so yeah, I'm basically waiting for Chan-hyung's approval-" Hyunjin's rant was cut off as soon as he spotted Yeji a few feet away, quickly getting up from his seat to help her with her books and bag. "Hey, (y/n)," she smiled, giving you a quick hug like always. "How was class?" you asked her, trying to make small talk as the couple settled down across from where you sat. It was only then that you noticed the sweater that she was wearing. You immediately figured that it was Hyunjin's, judging from the way it drowned her petite figure and Hyunjin might have offered you the same sweater a few winters back.

You felt a pang in your chest.

"It sucks, as usual," Yeji replied as she let out a defeated sigh. "I totally feel for you," you chuckled.

"I can do your essays for you," Hyunjin cooed at Yeji, leaning in to press a chaste kiss on her cheek. You were quick to divert your gaze to your phone, not wanting to witness the affection that Hyunjin displayed. "That's so sweet of you, Jinnie, but you have your own classes too," Yeji responded as she playfully pinched Hyunjin's cheek.

You cleared your throat as you got ready to leave because a) you didn't want to third wheel, especially when you had feelings for the said partner, and b) clearly, your presence wasn't needed. "Hey, uhm, something came up with Jisung and it looks like he needs my help," you lied. "Oh, alright. We'll see you later, (y/n)," Yeji waved and you returned her gesture. "Call me if you need anything," Hyunjin stated and you nodded.

You fought back the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes as you walked back towards your apartment. Upon your arrival, you drowned yourself with school work, not only did it distract you from your current situation, but it also aided in clearing your weekend so you could squeeze in more hours of much needed sleep.

For the next few days, you decided to distance yourself from Hyunjin. It hurts, but you needed to save yourself from further heartbreak. You no longer hung out with him, you started texting him less, and then eventually, you avoided any sort of contact with him.

"Have you seen (y/n) lately?" Hyunjin nudged Seungmin, who was currently immersed in the movie that was playing on his laptop. "Yeah, I just saw her this morning, why?" the younger lad answered. Hyunjin's suspicions were confirmed, you were indeed ignoring him. But no matter how much Hyunjin thought about your new found behavior, he couldn't rack his brain for an answer. Was it something he said or did?

He came up with nothing for the past hour or so, and that's what led him to give up and just call you. "Pick up, (y/n)," Hyunjin mumbled as he paced back and forth in his bedroom, groaning when you failed to answer his call.

This continued on for days.

"Hyunjin."

"Babe," Yeji called for the blond-haired boy's attention for the second time. "Huh?" Hyunjin snapped out from his thoughts, "Sorry, I was distracted for a second."

"It's (y/n), isn't it?" she asked. "Well, yeah. It's just that I haven't heard or seen her lately," Hyunjin answered as he lowered his gaze, thinking that his response would settle wrongly with his girlfriend. He shouldn't be worrying about another girl, especially within Yeji's presence. Hyunjin expected her to lash out, but to his surprise, Yeji gave him a small smile -- it wasn't exactly out of understanding his concerns, but more of getting tired hearing his concerns. She placed her hands on top of his, "I understand, she's your friend after all. But, you do know that my patience has a limit, right?"

"I'm sorry, love. Forget about it," Hyunjin waved his hands, a motion to discard his previous statements. "Chan-hyung is hosting a party this weekend and I want you to come with me," he invited, "The boys really want to meet you."

Yeji shook her head which earned her a puzzled look from the male. "Come on, it'll be fun," Hyunjin prompted.

"Jin, I'm not blind," Yeji snapped. Her response caught Hyunjin off guard for a second. "Look, baby, if this is about-"

"I see the way she looks at you, the way she acts around you, and the way she avoids my advances. I don't blame her, though. If I were in her shoes, I would've cut the bitch already," Yeji exclaimed as a defeated smile made its way on her lips. "But instead, she's trying to be so strong and you're so stupid to not see this. Hyunjin, you've been friends with her for years, you should know her better than anyone else, maybe even better than she knows herself," she continued, frustration evident in her tone.

"Go to her, she needs you," Yeji exhaled.

[Present..]

"Hyunjin, you can put me down now," you said as the both of you neared his parked car and the said male complied to your request, letting you land carefully on the ground.

"What do you mean by wanting to forget about me for a moment?" Hyunjin questioned, his eyebrows contorted in confusion as he faced you. "I just want to forget you, get you off my mind, even for a second," you breathed out, the amount of shots that you took at the party giving you enough courage to pursue this line of conversation with Hyunjin. You already lost him and yourself, so you have nothing else to lose at this point.

"(Y/n), what are you talking about?" Hyunjin chuckled lightly, "Come on, bub. You're my best friend," he added.

And that was your breaking point.

"Well, I don't want to be your best friend anymore, Hyunjin!" you exclaimed. "I'm tired of being second best," you sobbed as you finally allowed your tears to fall. Hyunjin's smile immediately fell and his eyes widened at your sudden breakdown, you looked so hurt, betrayed -- you looked broken.

"Second best?"

"Yeah, just like how I was tonight, right?" you snapped as you flashed him a sarcastic smile. "Since Yeji couldn't make it tonight, you were left with the me," you retorted.

Hyunjin didn't respond because honestly, he didn't know how to.

"I tried, Hyunjin," you paused, "Believe me, I tried to get over you but I can't. I'm so in love with you. I tried to blame Yeji for all of this but how can I when she's been nothing but nice to me, she treats me like a sister."

"I wish I didn't wait that long, I wish I told you sooner," you continued.

"I'm sorry," Hyujin whispered. You shook your head as held your hand up to signal him to stop. "Don't apologize so that I can hate you."

You turned away from him, not wanting his eyes on you any longer. "I need to let you go, Hyunjin," you sniffed through your tears. You started walking away, still barefoot, but you didn't even bother at this point. Hyunjin's hand caught your wrist, "I'm not leaving you, at least not like this. Let me make this right, (y/n)."

"No, Hyunjin, please," you breathed out as you tried to free your wrist from Hyunjin's grasp. "I told you I'm not leaving you," Hyunjin argued, tugging you towards him and catching you in his embrace. He wrapped his arms around you, tightening his hold on you when you tried to push him off. "Shh, bub. It's okay, I'm not going anywhere," he spoke in a hushed tone and you hated the way it soothed you, causing you to lose your strength as you eventually gave into his touch.

Hyunjin gently stroked your hair as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. He waited until your breathing evened out and soon later, he led you back to his car. "I'm driving you home, then we'll talk," he said.

The drive to your apartment was dead silent. A million thoughts raced through your mind as you looked out from the car's window. Now that you've sobered up, you felt stupid for acting out. Did you honestly think that throwing a tantrum would make Hyunjin dump Yeji? No, you didn't think so.

"Why didn't you tell me anything?" Hyunjin asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He sat next to you as he handed you a glass of water. "I never had the chance. I was supposed to tell you that afternoon when you introduced me to Yeji," you confessed, taking the glass of water he handed you. "Did it ever cross your mind that it was unfair for me too?" Hyunjin suggested.

"I'm not making you choose, Hyunjin," you sighed. "I know you love her, I don't want to rob you of your own happiness. That's why I'm the one who's walking away," you added as you sipped on the drink, setting it down on the coffee table and placing your hands back on your lap.

The blonde-haired male shook his head in disagreement as he moved down to kneel in-front of you, his hands tentatively coming up to lay on your knees. "Can I at least have a say in this?" he asked. You bit your lip and gestured for him to continue.

"You're right, I do love Yeji," he paused, taking a moment to form the right words. "But, I love you more, (y/n). I don't want you in pain because of me and it's killing me right now to see you like this," he added as a tear escaped his eye, recalling the state you were in a couple of hours ago, but he was quick to wipe them away. "You could've slapped me that day, called me an asshole, or something," he said, "I'll choose you over anybody, any day. I'm sorry it took so long for me to realize."

You were left speechless, uncertain of what your response should be, so you opted to stay silent.

"Yeji actually knew this was coming, maybe not right away, but at some point. I didn't believe her when she told me you had feelings for me. She told me she felt it the moment she met you in person," he explained, "So, we thought it would be the best to part ways and that's why she didn't come with tonight."

"I'm sorry," you muttered, keeping your eyes on your lap, finding a sudden interest towards the hem of your dress as you fiddled with it. "No, baby, don't be," Hyunjin replied, tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. "I guess what they say is true, huh? You never appreciate what you have until you lose it," he admitted.

Finally, you mustered the courage to meet his gaze. "You'll always have me," you said. "Good, 'cause you'll always have me too," Hyunjin gave you a small smile. You pulled him up from his position, guiding him to sit beside you. Once Hyunjin was seated, you wrapped your arms around him, burying your face into his dress shirt. His scent quickly filled your senses, making you feel at home and protected, a feeling you hadn't had in a while.

"Let me make this right, yeah?" Hyunjin spoke as he held you close, one hand patting your head gently and the other rubbing the small of your back. "Yeah, okay," you agreed.

"She may be Heather, but you're (y/n), my (y/n)."

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[yeojaa]

ANGELS & AIRWAVES (w. jjk)

He's never met you but you know how he sounds when he wakes up from a nap and his greatest fears.  You know the way he sings after a shower and that he could be mistaken for a dying seal when he's laughing too hard.  The best part?  You don't judge him for any of it - including the fact he's a filthy Widow main.  He might just love you.

alt summary.  Jeon Jungkook has a big fat crush on a girl he's never met.

pairing.  jeon jungkook

genre + rating.  fluffy crack, smut.  explicit.

warning / tags.  long-distance relationship, crushes, canon compliant (ish),  eventual happy ending, gaming, gamer!jungkook, strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, overwatch, oral (f receiving), fingering, enough sweetness you’ll get cavities. 

reading.   n/a.  a three part one-shot.

word count.  ~8400

part iii.

JUNGKOOK’S HOTEL ROOM Sunday, 3 May, 2020.  12:20 AM (LA), 4:20 PM (Seoul).

There’s nothing quite like the feeling after a show.  How it crowds cavities behind his molars and sets his heart off on a marathon, exhilaration colouring his cheeks and stealing his voice.  It’s something he’ll never get tired of - all the best parts of this journey presented on a silver platter. 

Still, he thinks talking to you might be a close second.  

“I can’t understand a single thing you’re saying,”  you chide, playfully, with a mouthful of granola.  It crunch crunch crunches in his ears, blocking the sound of his own laughter, ringing and half out of breath.

“I said I’m sorry.  I’ve been so busy.  Things have just been—”  Crazy?  Out of this world?  Some kind of wonderful?  “—hectic.”  He all but throws himself across his bed, the luxurious hotel sheets soft against his still overheated cheek.  It feels nice but steals the strength of his voice, muffling his words as he continues, like a runaway train with no destination in mind. 

You laugh at him as you always do, mirth sprinkled over teasing like little treasures to be found among the vowels and consonants.  “It’s fine , Jay.”  The name - not his name - rolls off your tongue, dragged out by the giggles you can’t help.  “I know you’re a busy guy.  Don’t worry about it.”

Easier said than done, Jungkook thinks.  You’ve been on his mind every day, in between the practices and the performances.  A silhouette shaped like you - not that he knows how you’re shaped - existing in the recesses of his thoughts. 

“Anyway, I finally stopped losing SR so it’s not all bad...”

He doesn’t register what you’re saying.  Not at first, anyway.  But when he does?  He’s belligerent, the loudest shriek rocketing out of his chest as he dissolves into laughter.  So you were a little bit better than him.  “Hey!”

“Hey yourself, sandbag.”  

Your mockery shouldn’t have the dumbest smile spreading like wildfire but it does, the expression eating up every ounce of his exhausted self.  He can’t fight it, glee working itself every which way until he’s on his back, staring up at the ceiling as his jaw aches.  

“You’re mean,”  he manages in between the teeth-numbing joy, chest heaving.

He’s certain you don’t mean it the way he takes it.  “And yet you love it.”  

God, if only you knew.

He wants to tell you so badly - wants to shout it from the rooftops until he’s blue in the face and without a voice.  He thinks he’d have a chance, maybe, if your passed secrets at midnight and tender goodnights were any indication.

But he can’t, because he’s him and you’re, well, you, and really, it’s just his fault.

“Did you die?”  You steal him out of his reverie, tearing him wholly from inside that overthinking head of his.  It’s one of the things you’re best at (other than keeping him alive in Overwatch).

He sighs and it’s a wistful sound, softer than any other that’s passed between you since getting on the phone fifteen minutes ago.  “I’m good, yeah.  I’m fine.”

“You sure?  I thought I might’ve lost you for a second.”

The playfulness has returned, rounding syllables in a way that’s very distinctly you.  

“Yes, Mom .”  

“Watch it or you’re grounded, young man!” 

“Do you even know how old I am?”  Probably not, because he doesn’t know that about you either.  

For all of the secrets you’ve shared, these very basic pieces of information are ones you’ve never exchanged.  They’ve always been held tightly to the chest, held hostage behind sharp gates of enamel. There was too much at stake when it came to these identifiers.

Sure, you’d told him about your greatest fear - losing one of your parents without being able to say goodbye - and sure, he’d told you his - not being good enough and letting the people he loves down even when he’s trying as hard as he can - but your ages?  Where you grew up?  Your real names?  That was out of the question.

“Are you about to tell me you’re sixteen?  Have I been friends with a high school student this whole time?”  You’re chuckling at your own genius.  He really doesn't think you’re that funny - low hanging fruit and all that - but he likes the way it sounds, curling out of your mouth like smoke.

“I’m actually twelve .  Geez, get it right.”

You gasp, scandalized and as if you really believe him.  It makes him choke on his own spit and he has to roll over onto his stomach, effectively trapping his phone between his chest and the bed as he struggles to regulate his breathing. 

“I’ve always wanted a little brother!”  

It’s a joke.  Obviously , it’s a joke.  He shouldn’t take it seriously.

And yet he’s fueled with the need to rebuff it, speaking before he has a chance to stop it, the words coming in a flurry.  It’s a verbal snowstorm, locking the conversation in place - like Mei’s ultimate except he’s trapped in it, too.  “I have something to tell you.”  There’s no going back now.

For once, you’re not tearing holes in his confidence - not that you ever do with any sort of animosity.  Your relationship was equal parts give and take, honey and vinegar coexisting in perfect harmony.

When Jungkook doesn’t immediately continue, you give him a little push.  “Spit it out, Jay.”

“My name isn’t Jay.”  A small, insecure part of him worries that that’s enough to shatter the careful friendship you’ve crafted.  You - Jinny, the ineffable - remain surprisingly silent.  He’s not sure whether that’s encouraging or disheartening.  “I… haven’t really been honest with you.”

Already he can feel the nervous energy in his limbs, anxiety replacing the high he’d been on only an hour ago.

“I’m…”  How does he start?  “I’m not just… some guy.”  Okay, that sounds bad.  He’s backtracking.  “I mean, I’m a guy.  I’m normal.”  This is going so poorly.  His breath catches in his throat, teeth worrying incessantly over the soft cherry Chapsticked contour of his bottom lip.  “I’m just not, y’know, your average guy.  I’m actually like, uh...”  

Jungkook has never stuttered this much in his entire goddamn life.

“My name’s Jeon Jungkook and I’m the golden maknae of Bangtan Sonyeondan.”

It comes in such a rush that you probably don’t hear it clearly.  He’s introduced himself this same way for over half a decade and even it sounds strange to his ears.  

When you don’t respond after what feels like an eternity, he’s left to his own devices, filling the silence with the erratic beating of his heart. 

“Jinny?”  It comes smaller than he means it to, uncertain and filled with hesitation.  Still, nothing.  He wants to toss himself off the 37th floor balcony so he doesn’t have to feel this way.  “Can you say something?”

Your voice is far more measured than his own.  You’re trying to be serious, he thinks.  “I… kind of - sort of - already knew?” 

Well, he hadn’t expected that.

“What?”

“I mean, the other members don’t exactly knock before they barge into your room screaming your name.”  A beat.  He can hear the laughter that’s threatening to knock your words into submission.  “ And you posted a cover of a song I sent you.”  

Dammit.  Dammit dammit dammit .

That was definitely his fault.  It’d just been so good - living in his head and in his heart rent-free. “ Never Not’s a good song!”  He retorts, like that’s an appropriate rebuttal.

“I know, doofus.”  

“You’re the doofus!”

The two of you were back, glazing over the revelation like it was nothing more than a little bump in the road.

“Thank you for telling me, though.”  He imagines you’re smiling - can practically hear it in your voice.  Somehow, it feels different.  Sunnier than usual, blinding in its intensity.  “I wasn’t sure if you ever would.”

“Would you have been mad if I didn’t?”  Though he asks, he’s not sure if he’s ready for the answer.

“Of course not.”  

“Really?”

You’re only a little exasperated when you reassure him.  “Of course not.  You’re still you - no matter what you do.”

Whatever best case scenario he’d imagined doesn’t hold a candle to this.  He’s a million miles over the moon.  You must be able to tell because he can hear you stifling sound, trails of laughter buzzing around in his ears like hummingbirds.  

“So, what now?”

“What do you mean ‘what now’ ?  Didn’t you hear what I just said?”  There’s no venom in your words.  “You’re still you, Jay.”

“It’s Jungkook.”  There’s that unabashed need to hear his name.  He hopes it isn’t too obvious.

“I know but that’s gonna be hard to get used to.” 

“Is your real name Jinny?”  He’s always wondered.

“It’s Yoojin.  Jinny’s just my nickname.”  

“Well, Jinny—”  He says it dragged out and silly.  “—want to come to one of our shows?”

“I live in Seoul.”

“So what?”

The second time sounds exactly like the first.  He snorts.  “I live in Seoul .”  

"I’ll fly you to Osaka.”

It’s the first time he’s heard you genuinely shocked.  It strips the usual mischief from your tone, draping it in lily white and baby’s breath.  “You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to.”  He doesn’t think he’s wanted anything more.  At least, not in a very long time.

“Thanks, Jungkook.”

It sounds better than he could have ever imagined.

KYOCERA DOME OSAKA Thursday, 23 July, 2020.  10 PM.

Does he smell bad?  Should he have showered first?  Would you be grossed out?

These are all the thoughts running through his mind, chasing themselves in circles like a dog after its own tail.  They revolve in a neverending merry-go-round, creasing worry into his brow and dropping his mouth into a little O-shaped pout.

“You ready, Jungkookie?”  Jimin’s doing what he does best - draping himself across his maknae’s shoulders without a care in the world.  

“Are you nervous?”  Hobi’s swiping through his phone, dark hair a stylishly dishevelled mess around his angelic face.  He’s still got traces of makeup around his eyes and his clip-on earrings glint under fluorescent light.  

A hand lands hard on his shoulder, fingers digging into the muscle in a way that’s meant to be reassuring.  “Of course he is.”  Namjoon can read him like a book, shooting Jungkook his signature smile in the same instance he receives one.

“I’m not nervous!”  The youngest chirps in a voice that warbles like a baby bird.

Everyone laughs at that and he can feel his ears burning around the edge of his baseball cap. It creeps over the shell and down his neck, descending blossoms of colour into the collar of his shirt.  

“Shouldn’t you get going?”  It’s Yoongi that reminds him of the time, the rapper only barely cracking an eye open as he taps the face of his steel-cased Audemars Piguet.  He’s right.

Jungkook jolts out of his seat, scrambling to his feet - all four thousand dollars of his designer boots - and nearly knocks Jimin off the back of the couch he’d been precariously balanced on.  The overeager bunny shouts an apology that’s lost amongst even louder laughter as he tears out of the room. 

He’s going to be late .

He doesn’t think he’s ever ran so fast in his life - darting past bicycling seniors and tourists with all the grace of a boy in love.  He somehow manages to find the entrance of the BIC CAMERA store without much hassle, rooting himself just left of the door when his phone screen registers 10:30 PM.

A little triumphant whoop! presses into the sponge-like material of his facemask in the same moment he catches sight of a waving hand.

He’s not sure whether it’s the mask or the sight of you that’s making it hard to breathe.

“Hi.”  You sound exactly like you always have and yet six months of hearing your voice somehow doesn't prepare him for it.  It hits him like a ton of bricks, crashing his resolve into the soles of his feet.  There’s something about you that makes him squint - like staring directly at the sun.  His heart stutters in his chest.  He thinks, dimly, he can hear bells in the distance.  It’s probably from a food stall, but he doesn’t care.  

It’s the first meeting he’s always dreamed of, wrapped up in an adorable pink Cooky headband. 

He’s scooping you into his arms before he can think better of it, twirling you around like the princess you are.  It probably isn’t appropriate - you’ve only just met - but he can’t resist.  You feel so good in his arms, weightless and yet entirely grounding.  

The fact that you’ve wrapped your arms around his neck, easily reciprocating his onslaught of affection, doesn't go unnoticed.  He tucks away this knowledge into the sleeve of his shirt for safekeeping.  

“I’m so sorry,”  he says, though he doesn’t sound very sorry at all.  You’re back on your two feet, black military boots of your own on solid ground once again.  

Standing so close, he can smell your perfume.  Its notes of vanilla and cola and something powdery, reminiscent of babies and home.  You’re smaller than he imagined, with narrow shoulders and wide hips.  Like him, you look to be about 95% leg, faded blue denim hugging your thighs and falling loosely around the tops of your Doc Martens. Your top is long-sleeved but semi-sheer and he can make out what he thinks are inkings over your skin, little trails in greyscale and colour that draw his stare.

Stop being weird , he tells himself when he finally manages to refocus, tearing his gaze from the jasmine branches that traverse your limbs and training it on your eyes instead.

Bad idea, Jungkook.

He’s lost in the colour of your irises - an impossibly dark brown that twinkles under the awning lights - and the heart-shaped turn of your jaw.  He’s all too distracted by the high contours of your cheeks, the turn of your button nose, the dusty pink that fills the shape of your mouth and fades prettily against your skin. 

“You look like you’re about to pass out.”  The way your lips move should be a chargeable offence.  They coax into a smirk that’s equal parts soft and vexing, singular dimple presenting itself with the motion.

God, he’s so in over his head.  He can feel it in his bones.

So he laughs - because that’s what he does when he’s unnerved - and the sound is a pack of hyenas.  It’s Lion King on Broadway, sweeping above the already boisterous cacophony of the entertainment district. 

“Your laugh is even better in person.”  You’ve said better and not worse and even though he’s a little self-conscious - a decidedly not Jungkook-like thing to be - he preens from the praise.  

“Yeah?”  Can you see the hearts in his eyes?  He imagines they’ve replaced his pupils. 

“Yeah.  But don’t let that get to your head, mister.” 

“Already has - sorry.”  

You laugh in sync and it’s music to his ears - the prettiest sound he’s ever heard. 

The two of you fall into your routine in a way that feels effortless, the back and forth banter rivalling that of best friends.  

You tease him mercilessly, picking up on all his little idiosyncrasies - how he stands at stop lights, pigeon-toed and adorable; how he jams his hands into the back pocket of his jeans in tandem with the tips of his ears burning bright red;  how his laugh sometimes trips over itself and splinters like a kid going through puberty.  He doesn’t mind any of it, truthfully, because it means you’re paying attention to him just as much as he is you.

Because he sees all of your little habits too - watches them unfold before his eyes in technicolour.  You bite your own lip when you think you’ve said something particularly funny.  You wiggle your head on your shoulders like a bobblehead when he says something snappy, equally biting remarks softened by the way you bob up and down.  You don’t step on cracks, even if it means you’re straining those strangely long legs of yours to carry yourself a few inches further.  

You don’t have any patience - something he’s known since the beginning - but that he realizes with a front row seat when you’re shoving a takoyaki into his face.  There’s steam curling off it and the smell is intoxicating but he can practically feel the roof of his mouth burning when you’re relentlessly offering it to him.  You’re not even deterred by the fact that he’s got a facemask on. 

“Open up!”  

Jungkook wants to say no - should say no, for the sake of his own health - but he accepts it anyway.

It sears white hot pain the moment it lands on his tongue, teeth buzzing uncomfortably as he bites into the dough.  He’s sucking air in through his teeth, the cold barely doing anything to alleviate the sting.  He probably looks stupid as hell.  

Of course, you’re laughing at him, lips curled in on themselves as you try to choke back the sound. 

“Too hot?”  You coo, feigning surprise.  You do feel a little bad - he can see it in the flex of your jaw, how your bamboo stick-wielding hand lingers in the space between you.  “My bad.”

He chews once, twice - tries to keep it to a minimum because holy shit , does it hurt - before swallowing.  It burns on the way down.  “You eat one now.”  He’s pushing the tray towards you, long fingers curled around yours as he all but tries to make you face plant into the plate.  

“I don’t like squid,”  you deadpan, lying through those neat white teeth of yours.  You’d literally made takoyaki at home a few weeks ago.  He’d dared you to put an entire wasabi ball into one and you’d done it.  

“Shut up.” 

“You shut up!”

So it goes for the rest of the night, trading insults over street food.  You share an ice cream-filled melon pan - well, he orders one and you eat all of it but a bite - and you scroll through your phone as he inhales a bowl of ramen.  He catches you taking a picture of him when he’s halfway through slurping noodles into his mouth like a Hoover.  You look a little sheepish when he swallows and levels you with a look that screams unimpressed.

“Is this okay?”  You’re a little uncertain and it’s the cutest thing he’s seen all night, teeth catching your bottom lip.  He wonders, briefly, what it’d be like to do that to you instead.

You beam when he reassures you.  “Of course.” 

“I won’t post it anywhere.”  

He wants to tell you that’s okay, too, but he knows he shouldn’t.  Instead, he simply returns your smile and goes about finishing his bowl of broth.  You take a few more photos - of his face when he’s full-belied and satisfied, of the street where people mingle and mix, of the stupidly big moving crab sign across the way.

He wonders if you can feel it too - the connection that crackles between you like a livewire. 

“Thank you for bringing me here,”  you return your attention to him in the same instant he’s glossing over the shape of your lips, the turn of your nose.  “I’ll pay you back.”

Before he realizes what’s happening, your hand is on his.  You don’t do very much, simply allowing your palm to rest over his, fingers curled around the seam of his thumb.  It’s so much smaller - complete with neatly manicured lilac nails - that he stares down at it for a beat too long.  

You start to pull away - he sees it happening almost in slow motion - when he flips his own, catching your wrist in his grasp.  “No need,”  he mumbles, not quite looking at you.  He’s still too focused on the way your hands fit together like two puzzle pieces. 

“We’ll see about that,”  you return, equally as soft.  

Everything feels a little fuzzy, like you’re wrapped up in cotton candy and cloud nine.  

You must feel it too.

But then you’re standing and you’re not holding his hand any longer and he thinks maybe he’s imagining it all over again.  It leaves him heartsick, reaching for your figure that’s already too far away.  

“We should head back - I have an early flight tomorrow.”

Damn him and his poor planning skills.  He should’ve booked you something later in the day.  Why had he thought the 9 AM departure was the best idea? 

“Right.”  He lifts himself off of the wooden bench, returning his facemask to its rightful place as he closes the distance between you in four easy strides.  He tries to ignore the way you smile at him when you’re back together, matching pace through the somehow still-packed streets.

There’s no playful ribbing now.  The schoolyard mockery is replaced with a comfortable silence that sinks into his bones and brushes his hand against yours every time you have to squeeze past a gaggle of people that just won’t move.  It’s familiar without being boring, satisfying the big fat crush that lives in his heart. 

It settles even further when you do the same, head gentle against the curve of his shoulder.  

“Did you have fun?”  He finally asks when the familiar silhouette of the Conrad Hotel comes into view, your driver rolling to a complete stop right in front of the impressive glass structure.

You hum something that sounds like yes as he pays and thanks the driver in the softest Japanese before he ushers you out of the back of the cab.  You’re smiling at him, heavy-lidded and with a tenderness he doesn’t expect.  You must be tired.

“More than I’ve ever had.”  There’s a certain truth to your words, whether it’s from your sleepy state or something else.  “I can’t thank you enough.”

“You don’t have to,”  he reminds you, guiding you past the concierge with a palm on the small of your back.  It’s intimate in a way he’s not really sure is appropriate but you don’t seem to mind, all too happy to be herded around like a baby duckling.

“Stop saying that.”  There’s no weight behind your words - only sandman’s dust and starry-eyed affection.  Jungkook’s heart plays a staccato rhythm in his chest as he steps into the lift behind you, crowded against the far right wall.  Mozart would be proud. 

Trapped in the small six by six area, his breath seems too loud.  The roar of his pulse in his ears is deafening.  He barely hears his own words when they stumble out of their own accord.  

“I like you.”

Your laugh is the sweetest he’s ever heard.  “I know.”  

“You do?”  He rounds on you in the same breath, your body mirroring his subconsciously.

“Of course I do.”  You’re so confident he absorbs a little bit of it, stepping closer when you do. “I’m your safe place - and you’re mine, too.”

His hands are shaking when they crowd your face, thumbs gentle over the jut of your chin.  “Can I kiss you?”  Spoken like a child asking for a Christmas gift, full of wonder and hope.  

“Hm.”  The vibration of your sigh is felt through his fingers all the way down to his toes.

He decides for you, closing the distance with a roll of his shoulders.  

Kissing you is unlike anything he could’ve ever imagined.  It’s better than his wildest dreams.  It’s soft and sweet and done with the utmost care, like you’ll break if he isn’t careful.  You taste as good as you smell - the citrusy tang of your lip gloss reminding him of Lotte World lemonade and picnics on the Han River. 

“I’m sorry.”  It’s an unnecessary apology that gets lost against your lips - because he isn’t quite ready to let go of you yet.  “I couldn’t help it.”

“You’re forgiven, I guess .”  

When you speak, it’s kissing in its most basic form, mouth brushing over his with each enunciation.  He wonders what it’d be like to have you sing a song for him like this.  He decides he wants to find out as soon as possible.  Needs it like he needs air - or more of you.  Either or.

“Thanks.”  

You laugh together and kiss again and again, repeating the motion like overeager high school students behind the bleachers.  He grazes your forehead, pressing sweetness into the tops of your eyelids and you return the favour, sweeping delight over the sharp turn of his jaw and over skin not hidden by the collar of his button-down. 

You’re so involved that you hardly notice when the lift doors slide open, revealing the empty hallway of the 33rd floor.  You break away first, though it’s not without some resistance - both his and yours.  He wants to keep you here with him as long as he can, because it feels like where you belong .

“I’ll see you.”  A last kiss - lingering, longing, littered with words neither of you say.

And then you’re gone.  

JINNY’S APARTMENT Saturday, 5 September, 2020.  2:45 PM.

You live in a nondescript apartment in a nondescript neighbourhood with trimmed hedges and a crisp white exterior.  There’s a doormat - grey, a little frayed at the edges, polka-dotted - and nothing else.  No sign on your door, just the number 134 stamped on the right-hand side, half a foot away from the window that looks into the open-air hallway.  

You answer the door on the first knock, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed like you’d been lingering just behind the frame, waiting for his arrival.  Your hair’s shiny and freshly washed, damp at the ends where you haven’t wicked all the moisture away.  You look comfortable - if not a little overexcited - bouncing from sock-clad foot to sock-clad foot in your low slung sweatpants and oversized tee shirt. He can see half a dozen plants just behind your bobbing head, his gaze bouncing between pretty ceramic and terracotta pots.

“I half expected you to live in a PC bang,”  Jungkook states, drole and with that trademark grin of his, nose scrunched and eyes waning.

You counter him easily.  “You haven’t even been inside.  Maybe it’s all a front.”

He snickers at the thought, stepping over the threshold once you’ve taken a step back.  It smells like cinnamon and sugar - he wonders if you’ve been baking - and he peers curiously around the apartment.  

“It’s a candle,”  you supply before he has a chance to ask, reading the question in his stare.  

“You mean you didn’t bake me a cake?”  

You offer an extended scoff in place of an answer, rolling your eyes as he unlaces his boots.  “What for?  Your birthday’s already passed.”

“It might not have.”

“It literally has.  I know your birthday.”

Right.  Because he’s him and that’s sort of common knowledge. 

He chuckles to himself as he sets his boots aside, right beside where yours sit, near identical.  He doesn’t need to say anything when he hears you sniff, Rilakkuma-tipped sock nudging his hand away from where it threatens to upend the piece of footwear. 

“I had them before I met you.” 

“Right.”  It’s too easy to tease you - just as it’s too easy to rib him.  This is how the two of you are.  Schoolchildren with big crushes and near zero emotional maturity. 

“Do you want a tour or are you just gonna be some weirdo with a foot fetish?” 

He meets your stare then, both of your expressions ice cold.  If looks could kill .

You crack before he does, though your laughter melds together like a perfect harmony, ricocheting off the art-covered walls.  

“Fine, fine.  Show me around.”

So you do - with gusto and great pride.  It rolls off you in waves, tangible in the cascade of your hair over your shoulder and the way you beam up at him.  You’re like a kid at show-and-tell.

You guide him into the living area - a small space with a comfortable, worn-in grey couch and probably more throw pillows and blankets than is strictly speaking necessary.  There are framed pieces on the wall and it’s the contents that surprise him.  There’s Mercy playing pool, bent over the table in a revealing Playboy bunny one piece;  there’s D.Va in a hoodie and little else, bottles of soju littering both the back and foreground. 

Where the walls are bare, there’s other stuff taking up the space.  Artfully positioned floating shelves house succulents and cacti.  A well-cared for Monstera sits in a far corner, taking up more space than it probably should.  Nestled among its soil are little Animal Crossing Amiibos - Cyrus and Reese, to be exact.  There’s an all-white cabinet with a glass front and some of the most random stuff he’s ever seen:  limited edition Gunpla, a Taiko Drum, and your framed university degree (for accounting, to his great surprise). 

“Is that a Widow bobblehead?”  He spies it last, sitting on the cabinet that houses an impressive array of gaming consoles.  You even have a VR headset, the cords neatly looped together and tucked away beside a maneki neko-shaped piggy bank. 

“Maybe.” 

“You really are a dork.”

“Says the bigger dork?  Really?” 

He could dispute that - easily - but he doesn’t, instead shrugging it off as he flops onto the couch, feet immediately kicking themselves up. 

“What’re you doing?”  You join him even as you ask.  He’s a little disappointed by the polite amount of space you leave - just enough that you’re not touching.  

“I’m tired.”

“I haven’t finished the tour.”

“Tour schmore .”  

You scowl at him and it’s so charming that he wishes you were just a little closer.  He’d kiss that look right off your face if it were up to him.

“What do you want to do then?”  Where the stuffed animal comes from, he’s not sure.  It’s more than a little ratty, soft brown fur faded from what looks like years and years of love.  You hold it tight, clutched to your chest as you recline against the far arm. 

“Watch the Runaway and Lunatic-Hai show matches?” 

You level him with a look that very much tells him he is the bigger nerd.  He doesn’t mind, though.  He’s been wanting to watch these matches for months since it was first announced.  

Unfortunately, you’d promised each other you’d only watch it together, so really, this was your fault.

You must suddenly remember that, because you’re biting back the words he’s sure were about to tear into him, swallowing them whole as you grab your PS4 controller and begin silently navigating through YouTube.  He smiles, a little triumphant thing he knows you can see from the corner of your eye.

“Happy?”  Resentment mixes with excitement as you return your controller to its rightful home and settle yourself once more against the too-many pillows. 

“No.”  Jungkook worries for your neck when you whip to look at him, brow furrowed and mouth blown out in a pout.  

“Why not?”  

He memorizes the way you look right now, framed against sunlight that spills through your windows and hugging what he assumes is your childhood teddy bear.  It’s an immediate serotonin boost.

“Because you’re all the way over there.”  He sighs, long and loud, head swinging in a dramatic semi-circle.  He can hear you snickering despite yourself - could pick it out in a crowd of thousands, he thinks - and suddenly you’re beside him, distance closed in a heartbeat.

With you so close, it’s hard to think, his thoughts jumbled and tripping over themselves. 

“Better?”  You must know the effect you have on him, because you’re batting those goddamn eyelashes up at him, mouth dancing around his favourite sound in the world. 

“Much,”  he hums, unashamed.  

“Welcome home, Kook.”  The way you say it sparks fireworks in his chest.  He knows you mean home as in the city of Seoul, but it feels like more and he likes that - just like how he likes you and this little piece of normalcy.

It feels good to be here with you, seemingly without a care in the world.  

It’s distinctly different from anything he’s used to - even better than the long hours spent bonding on the internet.  There’s no worry here, no nagging in the back of his mind, no concern that one of his hyungs will burst into his room.  It’s just you and him and commentary on his favourite game. 

That is, until it’s just him and commentary on his favourite game.  He’d lost you somewhere along the way, roughly three hours in.  He hadn’t noticed at first, far too focused on the big brain plays unravelling across the screen, but when you started snoring, he knew. 

You just snored so damn loudly.

“Jinny.”  He feels bad when he has to rouse you, the feeling in his right leg but a distant memory.  

You don’t move.  He wonders when the last time you slept was. 

“Jinny,”  he repeats himself, a little louder this time.  There’s the beginning of stirrings, your head drifting from its position on his shoulder to nestle into the crease of the couch cushions.  “Do you want me to take you to bed?”  

It doesn’t immediately dawn on Jungkook how that sounds.

“Wouldn’t you like that,”  you mumble into the woven fabric, half-asleep.

“What?”  

“Nothing, nothing.”  You’re doing that thing you do when you’re impressed with yourself, teeth littering your bottom lip with indentations.  It’s more distracting than it should be, paired with those bedroom eyes he’s not certain you’re in control of. 

Get it together , he scolds himself.  In his mind, the angel powerbombs the devil into submission.

“Do you want to go to bed?”

“No!  Not yet.”  You’re waving a boneless wrist in his direction, like you’re swatting away an irksome fly.  It’s cute, in a frazzled sort of way.  

“You want to sleep out here?”  He knows you don’t - you’ve complained about it enough times when you wake up with kinks in your neck and soreness in your back.  

“No!”  A huff puffs out your cheeks, blows your grown-out bangs away from your face.  You’re sitting up now, slowly but surely.  There are creases all over your face - an ode to the couch.  He has to keep from laughing right at you - bites it back with a bitten tongue when you sniff and card a hand over through your hair.  “I have a gift for you.”  

You say it so sweetly, he can’t help himself.  

“Is it you?”

He’s honestly not sure what to expect once he’s spoken.  He half thinks you’ll laugh, shove him away from you with a giggle and a roll of your eyes.  He hopes you won’t, though - can feel every fibre of his being strung tight with anticipation and hope and the request of please, love me .

“Do you want it to be?”  You’re looking at him with the strangest expression.  He can’t read it at all, despite how easily he normally does.  It’s white noise, static on a television screen.

Uncertainty grips him.  “I do.”  

“Then I’m yours.”

It’s music to his ears - the key to his heart.  It strips away the doubt, turning it on its head.  

He finally does what he’s wanted to for the past four hours.  

When he kisses you this time, it’s different.  It’s urgent but not rushed;  he takes his time in exploring the softness of your lips, how they fall open under his careful ministrations.  His mouth slants, coaxes you to give everything to him as his tongue passes tentatively over yours.  You taste like lemons again - and a touch of honey.

It’s intoxicating and addictive and he chases the high it gives him, large hands finding purchase against the back of your head and the slope of your jaw.  Fingers thread through your hair - gentle at first, then with more purpose.  He maneuvers you how he needs you and peppers kisses everywhere he can reach.  Your eyelids, your nose, your neck.  

When he ghosts his mouth across your shoulder - mouthing hot over the soft cotton of your shirt - and finds that particular point where your pulse beats, you gasp.

He’d thought your laugh was his favourite sound but he realizes now how wrong he was.

“Do that again.”  You say it together, in perfect sync.

Laughter blooms between you and he muffles his against your throat, nosing over where your perfume lingers most.  He inhales once, twice, and holds you somehow closer, all but dragging you into his lap.  “You’re my dream girl, you know that?”  The words are surprisingly sweet, given the compromising position you’re currently in. 

“You’re not too bad yourself.”  You thread your fingers just as he has, twirling through his just-on-the-right-side-of-too-long strands. 

He moves to pull away, a scoff building in his throat, but you’re having none of it, capturing his lips the moment he’s made up his mind.  You really could read him like a book.  He wonders what you’re thinking now, starts running through possibilities when you bite down just so on his pouting bottom lip.  

A not-so-subtle hint to get out of his own head.

“Stop thinking,”  you hum, lending your voice to his thoughts.

“Sorry,”  he returns in kind, tracing an apologetic tongue over the seam of your lips.  

“Show me how sorry.”  

You sound positively sinful and while it isn’t the answer he’d expected, it stirs something within him - from his chest to somewhere decidedly further south.  He stifles a moan, caging it behind bared teeth as he becomes suddenly far too aware of how you’re making him feel.

“You’re playing with fire, baby.”  The pet name rolls off his tongue like it was made for you. 

“It’s fine - I have self-healing.”

It’s so fucking dorky but somehow, even that makes Jungkook groan.  “Seriously - dream girl.”  

And then he’s kissing you again and again, a devoted parishioner of your church.  They’re this-side of innocent at first, little pecks that dot every sliver of available flesh.  His hands roam in tandem with his mouth, flitting beneath the cropped hem of your top before gliding greedily across the tops of your thighs.  

“Can I get the rest of the tour now?”  He looks like the devil himself, all dishevelled dark hair and that heart-wrenching, lopsided smile. 

You’re impatient though - always have been.  “Straight down the hall.  Last door to the left.”

It’s all he needs to know before he’s on his feet, rising with you as if you were featherlight.  Your ankles lock around his waist, clinging to him like the cutest koala he’s ever seen.  He doesn’t look away - frankly, can’t – as he follows your directions, gaze trained on your eyes and your lips and the column of your throat he wants to see blooming with roses.

“I’m crazy about you,”  he announces, suddenly, as he nudges open your bedroom door.

“I know.”  You say it a lot.  He wonders if you really know. 

By the way you kiss him, he thinks you might have an idea.  It’s not enough, though.  He wants to show you - needs to show you. 

You allow yourself to be tossed upon your bed - soft grey sheets, no stuffed animals in sight, too many pillows again - and he hovers above you, curious.  “Are you sure you know?”  The question is punctuated by the drop of his knee, cotton of his black joggers a stark contrast to the soft linens.

You’re not sure if this is a game - he can read the question swimming in your eyes.  “Maybe?”  You’re upspeaking, which is something you never do.  It’s disarming in a way that makes him want to hear it again, but with his name over and over.

“Maybe?”  He echoes, brow quirked and mouth twisted into an expression that starts butterflies in your stomach.  It’s like a switch has flipped.  For the first time, he’s the heartthrob you’ve seen on stage, the one fansites rave about with fervour.  A force to be reckoned with .  “Let me make it clear then?”

It’s spoken like a question, though it begs no answer.  You’d give him anything he wanted.

“Can I?”  You don’t think you have it in you to respond - not when he’s looking at you the way he is, from behind dark lashes and with the most charming smile you’ve ever seen.  But he needs an answer - won’t go further until he has one. 

“Yes,”  you breathe in a voice that doesn’t quite sound like your own, far too airy and mellifluous.

He looks like a kid who’s had his heart’s greatest wish granted.  There’s unbridled joy spilling into every crevice, streaming out of every pore as he lowers himself onto the bed.  You’re trapped beneath him - knees situated comfortably on either side of your legs - when his hands find the shorn hem of your shirt, tugging gently at the offending article of clothing.

“Off,”  he says simply.  It’s gone before you can think twice.  Your sweatpants and socks follow in quick succession - he snorts a laugh when he has to tug your socks off by the ears on either side of your ankles - until you’re left in only black cotton that covers hardly anything at all.

Jungkook sighs a sound that shoots straight into the belly of the beast, sparking warmth in the pit of your stomach.

“You’re so beautiful.”  

He sees the uncertainty in your eyes, hands reaching to cover the places you’ve been self-conscious about since you were old enough to understand what bullying was.  The modest swell of your chest, the tiger stripes along your hips.  

Words are fitted with motion, hands of his own sweeping your arms away from your body. Long fingers curl easily around the dainty turn of your wrist.  “Please don’t hide from me.” 

You can’t deny him when he asks so nicely.

“Tell me about these?”  He means your tattoos, of course.  They’re intricate works of art that span nearly a quarter of your flesh, painting grayscale and colour over cream.  There’s the jasmine he’d spotted the night you met, coiled around your left forearm and up to your bicep in stark ink.  Across your stomach, from the top of your right thigh and over your ribs, are intricate peonies in shades of pink and red and green.  Everywhere lines bloom, etched forever into your skin, his mouth follows.  He can’t ingrain himself in the same ways but he tries, searing devotion in the form of kisses.  

It tickles when he ghosts over your ribs with both tongue and teeth and it’s absolutely indescribable when he catches your nipple between enamel.  

You make that sweet sound he so loves - a heady mix between a gasp and a moan - and he repeats the motion.  You hardly realize he’s speaking when he does it for the third time and adds nimble fingers to pinch and pull the other into the same pebbled state.

“ Tell me.”  He sounds like he’s laughing, trapped halfway down your body with his cheek pressed to the modest swell of your chest.

You’re not sure how you get the words out.  “My mom’s a big gardener.  She calls me her flower.”

“Her flower, huh?”  The question is muffled among your humble cleavage.

“Did I stutter?”  That earns you a sharp tweak to your nipple, the pain shooting pleasure through your limbs in a very unexpected way.  You’ve never been one for pain but the sight of Jungkook staring up at you, head cocked and hands full - well, there’s a first time for everything.

“You want to be nicer to me,”  he states solemnly, like he’s commenting on the weather or the 6 o’clock news and not palming your tits in his much larger hands and drawing out the sweetest murmurs of encouragement.

“I am nice to you,”  you retort - or try to at least.  You hardly get it out before it’s chased out by another one of those lovely sounds that Jungkook seems to be obsessed with. 

“ Nicer , baby.”  

As if to drive his point home, he straightens out, face suddenly dangerously close.  He crowds you with his entire frame, mouth finding yours easily.  It’s not the same sort of kisses you’ve shared all evening;  it’s a display of dominance, a reminder that articulates more than he can say. 

It’s also a distraction, you realize belatedly, with a gasp tearing its way out of your throat. 

Capable hands have found their mark, digits sweeping beneath the seam of your thong.  He lingers just shy of where you desperately want him, expertly trailing featherlight touches through your folds.  He never goes further - doesn’t stretch where you need him most. He’s careful not to brush your clit, focusing instead on the way you’re coating his fingers.

The shit-eating grin never leaves his lips - which never leave your mouth.  He swallows your whines in the same instant he’s pulling them forth, playing you like a fiddle without even really doing anything.  

“Can you do that for me?”  He coos against your neck, that damned voice of his dripping liquid gold into your ears.  

You have to focus hard on what he’s saying because his touch is so distracting.  “What?”  

“I said—”  It stings where his mouth connects, where his teeth nip and spill wine over porcelain.  He’s painting the prettiest pictures, signing his name in the form of broken capillaries.  “—can you be nice to me?”

You’d like to respond - really, you would - but he punctuates the question with the glide of his finger and you can’t do anything but arch into the sudden intrusion.  It feels so good and yet isn’t nearly enough.  

“Kook.”  You’ve never sounded this whiny in your life.  Even his name - one single syllable - hardly makes it past your lips without descending into a cry.

“Use your words , angel.” 

If every nerve ending didn’t feel like it was on fire, you might’ve yelled at him.  Instead, you can hardly form a coherent thought.  You’re too far gone, standing on the edge of a cliff as he teases you open with slow, measured pumps of his wrist.

“I need—”  He’s crooking the single digit within you, right against that spot that makes you see stars.   

“What do you need?  Ask nicely.”

“M-more.  I need m-more .”  A hiccup.  “Please.”  

“Like this?”  You’re empty all at once and then suddenly far more full, the stretch of two fingers stealing the breath from your throat.  “Or like this?”  The pad of his thumb finds your clit with ease, sweeping over the sensitive bundle of nerves once, twice, three times.  “Maybe like this?”  

He repeats his earlier movements, curling his knuckles in a come hither motion that has you sobbing out his name.

“That’s right.”  Ever the gentleman, he works you through your high, watching your face in rapt fascination as your first orgasm of the night crests and crashes over you, sending shockwaves through your system.  He admires the way your mouth falls open - full lips rounding in delight - and how your eyes screw shut.  

You’re the hottest thing Jeon Jungkook has ever seen.

“I’ve got you,”  he murmurs against your temple, never ceasing the slow drag of his fingers, the carefully measured flick of his thumb.  Even when you’re trembling with oversensitivity, he doesn’t relent, choosing instead to reposition.

His weight is gone as he settles between your legs, knees folded beneath him.  He only pauses his needy actions - almost doesn’t, when your hips roll in an apparent attempt to draw him back in - to strip you of your thong, tossing it somewhere over his shoulder.  

“Give me another, okay?”  

You aren’t given a chance to answer before he slips two fingers back where they belong and seals his mouth over your clit.  The coil he’d snapped earlier returns, tension increased tenfold as he alternates between sucking hard and licking, dragging his tongue over and around his fingers.  There’s too much stimulation.  You’re obscenely wet and you’re certain you’d be making a mess, if not for the careful way Jungkook’s devouring you whole, licking up every bit of slick.

“Kook.  Jungkook .”  His name sounds like heaven coming off your lips.  He replays it over and over in his head as he fucks his fingers into you, tapping a brutal rhythm against your g-spot.  He can tell you’re close again - can read it in the way your jaw tenses and your breathing goes erratic, lungs heaving. 

“Come on, baby.  Let go.”  The second orgasm hits harder, arching your back off the mattress as you fight to keep your knees from snapping shut.  You come with a hoarse cry, legs trembling like a leaf with the effort.  “That’s my girl.”  

He’s upon you again, this time crowding your space as he settles all one hundred and fifty pounds of himself beside you.  He anchors you in reality, preventing your boneless body from floating off by pulling you against his chest. 

“You did so good.”  

You accept his kisses readily, somehow managing to thread your arm around his neck despite the fact that you feel like you’ve just run a marathon.  

Being wrapped up in his embrace is like being home - warm and familiar.  

“I want you.”  

He laughs and you can hear the sound rattling around in his chest.  “You’ve got me.”

“That’s not what I meant.”  You sound a little petulant, like a child being denied their favourite toy.  

“I know what you meant,”  he retorts, squeezing your bare hip affectionately.  “But you’re also exhausted, so get some sleep.  Patience is key, remember?” 

You pout up at him with your messy bedhead and sleepy eyes and he almost gives in right then and there.  It’s nearly impossible not to, especially when you drag your hip across his, your ankle hooking his in a bid to bring the two of you somehow closer.

He doesn’t expect you to relent so easily but your yawn outs you, forcing itself past the cage you’re trying - and failing - to keep closed.  “Fine.” 

“I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“You better be.”  It’s an empty threat - you both know he won’t leave.  “I still have to give you your present, anyway.”

He feigns surprise then, snickering quietly.  “You mean it wasn’t you?”

You don’t have the energy to yell at him, so instead you dig your bony fingers into the vulnerable underside of his ribs.  He squirms away from the feeling but never really goes far.

“It’s a Mercy bobblehead, you butt.”  You yawn again, shiver running the length of your spine as you snuggle more closely against his side once more.  Jungkook tugs your duvet up around your shoulders, tucking you in tightly.  The action reminds you of why you’d bought the gift in the first place.  “I think you might actually be my guardian angel.”

notes.  the end of an era (and by era, i mean a fic).  this honestly turned out to be my baby, so i sincerely hope you enjoyed reading it.  i'll likely do some drabbles in the future, because i really, really adore this couple.  as always, let me know your thoughts.  xo

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~FINDING HOME~ (Part 5)

Pairing: Taehyung x female O/C

Genre: Fluffyest Fluffy Fluff, a little bit of angst if you squint really hard.

Summary: After getting used to the idea of just being her and her little daughter against the world. Autumn is proven wrong once again when fate has different plans for them.

Warnings: None

Word count: 2865

A/N: The original prompt is from @hybridfanfiction ( their prompts are the cutest, check them out!) This is my first attempt on sharing some of my work and is also my first hybrid fic. I love the reader inserts but not a fan of the Y/N type thing so feel free to just imagine your name instead if you prefer! I have material to make this a series but will leave it as a one shot for now to see if you guys like it! I totally don’t own the gifts.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. Read at your own risk 😂

Extra A/N: I didn’t get the chance to post this last week but to compensate you guys, I’ll be posting the first part of my new Mafia Au, so watch out for it!

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5

After being living with Autumn and Haneul for a month and a half, Taehyung was finally meeting the rest of their family, he had already met Jin, Jimin and Jungkook and even though it was hard for him to trust them fully, he had decided that he liked the three males… Not that any of them really knew that because Taehyung still avoided them every time he could, though it was not really possible to avoid Jimin after he discovered that he and Taehyung were the same age and decided that they were to be best friends.

‘’ Mamma… MAMMA...Mamma, can Tata be my daddy?’’ - That finally caught Autumn’s full attention, she turned around making sure that the hybrid was still taking a shower, praying that he couldn’t hear them over the running water and his own singing voice. She rushed to kneel in front of her daughter. - ‘’ Haneul, baby, that’s not something that we should say...’’  ‘’ But mamma, he tells me stories to sleep and sings to me and tucks me in sometimes, all the kids have a daddy and…and  I saw it on tv, the daddy that lives together with you and your mamma, and tells you stories is your daddy! Does my Tata don’t want to be my daddy?’’ - Haneul’s pretty eyes swelled with unshed tears at the idea, and Autumn could have sworn that she heard her own heart break. - ‘’ No honey bear, you know your Tata loves you very, very much! He tells you that all the time, right? It’s just that for a woman and a man to be a mommy and a daddy they have to really really love each other a lot. - She couldn’t believe she was having this conversation with her 5 year old daughter, her flushed little face was destroying her heart. -  

"But momma, don't you love Tata?" - Autumn could practically see the engines in her daughter's head starting to over think, tears threatening with reappearing.- "I do sweetheart, I do, but it's just a little bit different for adults, you know, adults are dumb sometimes and things don't work the same for us...Let’s talk about it later, ok? we need to go see your uncles!"

"Noona, I'm ready!" - Autumn felt her soul come back to her body when Taehyung decided to appear, giving her the chance to escape the impossible conversation she was having with her daughter. She smiled at him, noticing the way he was referring to her, she was almost sure that it had to do with spending so much time with Jimin.- 

The drive to Yoongi’s apartment was filled with loud singing and laughs. The prospect of getting together with her best friends had Autumn in a really good mood, and even though Taehyung felt really nervous, the smiles on both mother and daughter’s faces helped him breathe easier. He knew most of the men they were getting together with but the fact that they were actually entering the territory of another hybrid, one that he hadn’t met yet, was nerve wracking. He was worried that his instincts would get the best of him and he would piss Autumn’s loved ones off, how would Autumn react? what would she think of him? would she start hating him if her friends didn’t like him?

Taehyung didn’t have to wonder for too long. Everybody’s temper was tested when Hobi had to let go of Autumn as she was being yanked back by a strong arm towards a wide chest, a low growl vibrating against her back. Sensing the hostility in his own territory kicked Hoseok’s instincts on, even though Autumn and Haneul weren’t his humans, they were part of his family and he felt really protective of them, so soon there was a battle of growls and silent snarls. For a few moments none of them really acknowledged the attempts of the others to calm them down. 

‘’ Tata, don’t be mean to uncle Hobi, I promise he is really nice!’’ - Haneul’s innocent voice and the way she hugged his leg was what brought Taehyung back to his senses . As soon as he stopped growling, Hoseok did the same, he understood where the younger hybrid was coming from, he remembered being in the same place a few years ago, he wasn’t about to let him cross the line in his territory, establishing hierarchy was a basic hybrid instinct anyway, but he was also excited for the new addition to the friend group even if he was not about to show that at the moment. -

Taehyung was utterly embarrassed about his conduct and after a solid ten minutes of being scolded first by Autumn an then by Jimin, he just wanted to curl up into a ball in a corner and cry his heart out, but they were so loving even when scolding him that  he couldn't even do that. He hesitated but ultimately approached Hoseok who was setting things up for the movie night. 

‘’Hyung… I… I’m really sorry about earlier… it’s not really excuse for my behavior but…”- Before he could finish his apology, he was attacked by a very effusive fox hybrid, Hoseok was bouncing on the balls of his feet, too excited by the idea of having a new hybrid friend, Taehyung couldn’t help the smile that divided his lips.-

‘’ I’m really sorry about that, Yoongs. Taehyung is a little bit weary of males, and new environments are a little hard for him to take in.’’ - Autumn was worn out by the whole scene, feeling sorry and guilty for everyone in the room, she didn’t blame Taehyung, she knew well enough of his apprehension towards males and she knew how protective hybrids could get when facing threats to who they considered their people, specially in the presence of other hybrids. She remembered the first time she met Hoseok with a shiver. But she couldn’t stop feeling bad for her friends. It was their home at the end of the day.- 

‘’ Hoseok, really likes him, I can see it in his face that he already is taking him under his wing. I don’t think we will have any problem. - Yoongi assured with a wink as he motioned towards the three hybrids that seem to have engaged in an enthusiastic conversation about what movies to watch, after Jimin joined them in the living room. Autumn felt her body relax, realizing how worried she was until that moment, a soft smile appearing on her face. -

‘’ Uncle Yoongi, up!’’ - A new battle arised, this time, between Yoongi and Jungkook fighting over who was Haneul’s favorite with Haneul enjoying herself in the shower of attention and love she was getting. -

‘’ He really is the right fit, isn’t he?’’ - Jin's voice came from behind her before a pair of arms encircled her shoulders. She let herself relax in his embrace, feeling happy to be home, loving how her brothers embraced Taehyung so effortlessly.- ‘’ Haneul asked me if Taehyung could be her new dad’’ - She whispered, knowing that Jin was close enough to hear her and everyone else was so loud that she doubted they could hear her even if she were to scream it. She felt Jin humming in thought, it wasn’t a surprise to him even though this was the first time Haneul had ever said something like that. - It is good for her to have some kind of father figure in her life… And if he is sticking around for a while… How do you feel though? - She knew exactly what he was referring to, her an her friends never really payed any attention to the stigma that interracial relationships between humans an hybrids carried with them, but she had given up on dating a long time ago, men were too inmature, too insensitive and she didn’t have the time or the energy to deal with someone else’s child. - ‘’ I don’t know Jinnie, I haven’t really consider it, I mean, he is one of the most caring an loving people I’ve met, always looking out for both of us and looking for ways to collaborate, you know how happy he was when you offered him to work at the flower shop, an he loves Haneul so dearly, she loves him even more, I’m afraid she will get hurt if anything were to happen and he decided to leave… But we are not in that type of relationship, Jin. I am his sponsor and he is our hybrid, and I’m totally fine with that.’’ - Jin left a soft brief kiss on top of her head, hugging her a little closer.- 

‘’Then there is nothing to worry about, Mamma Bear.’’ - Autumn closed her eyes in contentment, right on time to miss the look that Taehyung directed to them, but Jin was able to catch the turmoil of emotions that twirled in his eyes. A knowing smile dancing on his lips, He knew how dense Autumn could be when it came to this topic, it would be fun to see how these two would figure things out.He had the hunch that Taehyung was there to stay, and his hunches were usually right- 

‘’ Jin hyung, stop hoarding noona all to yourself and come sit, we are about to start the movie!’’ - Hoseok complained in a whine that Jin responded with a scoff before complaying and dragging Autumn with him.- ‘’Next time we should invite Namjoon, Yoongi hyung! ‘’

 ‘’ Yeah, I like him’’ - Autumn and Jungkook agreed and Yoongi just nodded lazily. Asking them to be quiet and start the movie. Autumn’s fingers  immediately found their way through Taehyung’s soft locks when he seated himself on the ground in front of her, resting his head on her knee, missing the heavy tears that rolled across his cheeks. -

…

Autumn woke up gasping for air, her heart felt like it was held in an iron grip, she couldn’t breath, and for a minute she wondered if she was about to die. She didn’t realize she was crying until she rubbed her hands over her face and felt the wetness on her cheeks. The images of the nightmare are very vivid in her mind. It was the same nightmare she had had ever since Ha Neul's dad had left, just that this time, there was a spin to it that made her sick to her stomach.

She didn’t notice Taehyung sitting on the ground next to the door until after, in her fuzzed state of mind, she almost fell over him, being stabilized by his firm hands, she heard him whimper. Her eyes filled with tears one more time as she felt herself getting lost in his bright brown orbs. She straightened up and as she pulled on her arms to free them from the Hybris grip, Taehyung let go of her. He soon trailed behind her, buzzing with worry. 

Autumn wasn’t sure for how long she was zoning out with the untouched glass of water firmly held in her hand, when she felt Taehyung’s larger hand over hers as he loosened her grip, taking the glass away from her and holding her hand on his. She followed him almost unconsciously as he led her to the couch. He sitted and then led her to sit almost on his lap, they were so close that when his hand cooped the side of her face to have her look at him, she could feel his warm cinnamon breath fanning against her skin. They stayed like that for what felt like hours, Taehyung was tracing invisible circles over the skin of her jaw and cheek with the pad of his thumb, both of them getting lost in each other’s eyes when he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

‘’ Please… Please don’t cry, don’t be sad… It hurts so much… It hurts so, so much’’ - He knew about her nightmares, at least the ones that she usually had where her ex-husband abandoned her and Haneul over and over again, she had mentioned them once when he found her just zoning out in the living room, unable to go back to sleep after a nightmare. His voice was strained, it sounded like it was in the bearge of breaking. As she remained silent, he gained some courage from the wonder and affection that her eyes always seemed to reflect when she looked at him. He traced over her face with the tip of his nose, in one of the most intimate shows of affection for hybrids, subtly breathing her in. She felt her cheeks burn as her heart threatened with leaving her chest, but didn’t make any attempt to move away from his touch. -

 ‘’ If you would just let me… If you will just look at me the way… If only I could become a man in your eyes. - He closed his eyes as he rested his forehead over hers, a pained expression claiming his sharp features. His lips almost brushing over hers as he spoke. Autumn felt so vulnerable, yet so safe there in his embrace. She took the opportunity to notice all of his little details like the cute little freckles in his nose, his left cheek and the side of his chin, or the way his long lashes rested on top of his cheek bones as he closed his eyes, his rosy lips an the natural blush that seemed to be always present over his honey like skin. Taehyung was simply breathtaking.

Her fingers brushed against his jaw line in an almost hesitant movement, skimming over his skin in a feather like touch but it got him to relax immediately, the frown disappearing, he let out a relieved sigh, the feeling of her touch over his skin felt like a lullaby to his heart. But then there was something soft and sweet pressed against his parted lips, his heart pounded against his ribcage. The contact lasted mere seconds making him whine in the absence of it. He opened his eyes, facing the storm on hers. She was searching for his reaction, he could see the fear aflame in the depth of her grey orbs.

 He knew at that very moment that he would give his life for this woman in a blink. 

‘’ Noona...Can you do that again?’’ - He breathed out a plea over her lips, his eyes going back and forth from her eyes to her lips as if he was begging her, and he was, by all means ready to beg for her. She moved painfully slowly, her eyes also wandering over his face until her lips met his once again and this time, Taehyung took his time to savor her, his hand sneaked to the back of her head to keep her in place, he felt so blissfully light headed that he wouldn’t be surprised if he was to wake up the next morning and realize that it was just another dream. He almost cried out loud when she pulled away from him. 

‘’ Taehyung… I... ‘’ - He didn’t want to hear it, he didn’t want to know what her eyes were trying to say. He could sense the confusion, the fear that rolled out of her like crashing waves. The little bit of her conversation he had overheard a few weeks ago back at Yoongi’s apartment playing over and over in his head.’I’m just his sponsor and he is our hybrid’ she had said crushing the fluttering hope that had erupted in his chest when he had heard how she told Jin about. Haneul asking if he could be her dad, he wasn’t able to hear the whole conversation but what he heard was enough for him to understand his place in their lives. 

He had convinced himself that he was completely ok with that, he was happy to at least be allowed to just stay with them but after the moment they just shared he understood how greedy he had become and how much of them he wanted. He couldn’t take it.

‘’ It’s because I’m a hybrid, right? ‘’ - He murmured more to himself than anything else but she heard him and tried to stop him in a panicked attempt. He couldn’t take it, he needed to get out, he needed some time to think. -

And so, he ran. His heartbeat was so loud that it was the only thing he could hear. So loud that he couldn’t hear her

‘’No, that’s not...no, please no… Don’t leave us… Don’t leave me’’ - Autumn could feel the panic attack closing her throat. Incapable of really moving to try and console her hysteric 5 year old that had woken up to the image of her beloved hybrid hero running away and her mom becoming a crying mess. -

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[joontier]

The King’s Guard | the minis ii. 

pairings: kim seokjin x reader ; jeon jungkook x reader ; min yoongi x reader

rating: R (18+) | genre: established relationship! au, historical! au smut, fluff 

warnings: explicit sex; (dunno what this kink is called) but jinnie likes being called the king by the lohs; kink discoveries; oral (m receiving); dom-sub undertones

word count: 4.9k 

g/n: and because it’s seokjinnie missing hours~~~ Okta is also based off Okta in Hwarang and YES AHRO MAKES AN APPEARANCE WOOTTT also,,, chapter 6 might also come out real soon aCIfjoasdfj

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It’s been a while since Seokjin had retired to your shared room after a long day. He’d initially considered waiting for you while he changed into his sleeping garments but after some time and eventually managing to finish a scroll he’d taken from his office, Seokjin gets up from where he’s seated by the window and asks for Yunho. 

A different voice answers from outside, “Jeonha, the guard you are looking for is not with us right now.” Seokjin tries to push away the worry that’s starting to creep through him. The king chooses not to reply, quickly heading over to the dresser to put back on the clothes he was wearing earlier. 

You’d never stayed out this late before and as much as he hated to admit it, the capitol isn’t always the safest place, even for its own citizens. There were rumors of an uprising rebellion in the south and the thought of you in danger - he couldn’t risk it. He won’t risk it. 

The king asks for Chaeyoung, who was told to be by the palace kitchens. He flees out of the hanok as soon as he gets dressed, taking his sword with him. Just in case. With haste in his steps, Seokjin arrives at the kitchen in no time, asking the cooks if they happened to see you anywhere in the palace. 

He receives no response concerning your current whereabouts from the gungnyeo’s quarters either, so he gestures to the guards to follow him, the group walking briskly towards the stables. When Seokjin discovers Yunho’s horse is likewise missing, worry grows in his chest, already praying to the heavens that nothing bad has happened to you. 

Gesturing for the troop to hurry, he arranges the saddle on his horse by himself. “Jeonha!” Seokjin breathes a sigh of relief as he hears Yunho’s voice calling him from a distance. He pulls on the reins, directing the horse to turn around. The king, however, doesn’t see you with Yunho, nor does he sense any security in the guard’s worried expression. 

“_________?” The guard bows briefly, before opening his mouth to speak. Realizing his current predicament does not need to reach the ears of the other guards, Yunho manages just in time to stop himself from speaking out loud. 

“My King,” Yunho speaks, voice low as he guides his horse nearer to Seokjin’s. “Jungjeon-mama is uh…” the guard racks his brain for a better word to explain your present condition but attains nothing. Instead, he settles on the plain truth, despite how strange it sounds rolling off his tongue, “the queen is...um… she’s drunk, your grace.” 

It takes Seokjin a moment to process Yunho’s words - the possible image of your drunken state too much for your husband to even picture properly. Seokjin worries for your safety - knowing that you’d never had any proper alcohol in your life. The king quietly prays to his ancestors to watch over you for the meantime while he  recollects himself before anyone notices, not wanting to cause any more worry. 

When Seokjin deems everyone ready, Yunho suggests the troop to prepare a palanquin after having seen your state - clearly far too intoxicated to even sit upright on a horse. Yunho escorts the king to the establishment where Haesoo had called for his help. 

Much to yours and Seokjin’s luck there aren't many people on the streets, given it was already deep into the night - which only got Seokjin worried and wondering; what could possibly be the reason for you to visit such a place? And at such a late hour? 

Were you unhappy with your marriage? Was he lacking as a husband? As a king perhaps? A million questions are running through his head - unable to think straight as his horse gallops along the dirt road. 

 “Lady Ahro! Why do I feel like my husband is here?” you giggle, leaning nearly all of your weight on the poor lady. Ahro has been watching over you since she called for Haesoo’s attention who then called for Yunho, and now the same guard had paid her for such a task. Watching over royals was never in her line of duties, especially those whose drunken selves are a pain to attend to, but the lady was willing to do anything as long as she’d get paid. 

 When someone came to inform her earlier this afternoon of the soon arrival of an elite client, she was banking on one of her regulars paying her a visit, but she never expected the nation’s queen to visit such a place like Okta. 

 The establishment was built by and for the elites, yes, but it catered to a more generally younger and more… for lack of a better word, carefree audience. People usually came to Okta for two things: to meet new people of the same societal ranking and to have fun, occasionally, a little too much fun in privacy of the rooms it provided. 

 It was awkward, at first, unsure how to approach each other. You take a deep breath and speak first, and you can sense her gratitude in the small smile playing in the corner of her lips. “I need your advice,” you start off, voice barely above a whisper. 

The lady in front of you lightly raises an eyebrow at your request. “I believe you have to be more specific with your request, my queen. It is my belief that I am knowledgeable on most things - but I am not sure which field in particular you wish for me to share my insights.” 

You gulp, completely frozen in place. Chewing on your bottom lip, you consider rethinking your life decisions. Why were you here? What actually got you here in the first place? Ah yes, to learn more about what goes on behind the doors of a married couple, or, if you were being completely honest with yourself, you wanted to know more about the pleasures of the flesh. 

Confessedly, you and Seokjin were relatively a young married couple, you were together for quite a few years already, but you only had the chance to stay in the privacy of your shared room only after your marriage. Other than that, the only displays of affection you had with Seokjin never really went past kissing, or that one time he accidentally groped your chest when you almost fell out of balance while on a horse… if that even was to be considered under that category… 

And it wasn’t that the both of you hadn’t been on that certain level of intimacy yet, but during those times - you felt like you could have actually contributed more. If you were being completely honest, you had mixed feelings about the whole matter - even questioning the fact that you are even concerned about this in the first place. 

Due to the hushed rumors circling the noble class of the city, you’ve had the chance to eavesdrop about this particular establishment which allowed the citizens to enjoy art and music in a more...unconventional manner. 

Okta was a crossover between an inn and a canteen but people apparently spent more time consuming alcohol while enjoying each others’ company (whichever came first) in the common and private areas inside the place. 

You’d even heard of a lady who told tales of all genres, including erotica, in exchange for a few silver coins. The price was reasonable and with your curiosity and your married-woman-insecurities out on your sleeve, you thought Okta was perhaps the place where you’d finally discover the answers to your unspoken queries. 

So you had secretly scheduled a meeting with the infamous “Ahro” and the only other person who knew of this rendezvous was Haesoo, who swore on her ancestors that she wouldn’t tell a soul of your whereabouts, unless it would be of a life and death situation. 

Your intoxicated state was apparently considered one. 

You had most definitely not intended to actually consume alcohol but considering the fact that Lady Ahro’s stories ultimately had the small hairs on your nape stand on end, not to mention those tips she occasionally throws in for you to use, (tonight too, just as she had advised!), you figured you might as well have a little wine running through your veins to boost your lack of courage. 

How you got to this point however - practically clinging onto Ahro for dear life as you giggle uncontrollably - was beyond you. Both your mind and vision have become hazy as the hours pass and you’re barely aware of what’s going on in your surroundings. 

She hears rustling from outside the room where you spent talking for hours on end, and she wonders if her temporary guardian duties will finally end. At least the handsome guard had already given her more than three weeks worth of her wages. 

The king pokes his head in, eyes scanning the room. He finds you practically draped over Ahro who looks like she’d had to deal with you since time immemorial. Apologizing in your stead, he requests Ahro to leave the two of you for a moment. 

It takes the pair quite some effort to pry you off the lady. Seokjin offers another bag of silver in exchange for her silence and Ahro almost considers not taking the payment to preserve her dignity, but quickly remembers she didn’t have much of it in the first place so with a wave and a gentle reminder to Seokjin to never leave you alone again in the establishment, Ahro takes her money and scurries off. 

“Sarang, it’s time to go.” Seokjin tugs at your hand to pull you up but you decline, looking away as you put on your best cutesy angry face. He just chuckles at you, gasping in surprise as you tug him downwards, ultimately landing on the spot next to yours. “I still want to play.” 

Feeling Seokjin’s chest vibrate with laughter, you pout at him. Since when did Seokjin have such a wonderful neck? It seems like this is the first time you’ve seen his bare neck in years - his throat and whatever is that lump that’s sticking out from his throat is suddenly so...attractive? 

In fact, you’ve found it insanely attractive that you’re unable to stop yourself from placing a wet kiss on his neck, just below his jawline. His breath hitches and the action only spurs you further, peppering his throat lingering kisses, working your way down to his collarbone. 

Seokjin exhales shakily as he gently tries to pry you off him. “_______, dearest. Not here jagiya. We need to get you home.” 

“Can we play then? When we get home?” 

He’s never seen you reply like this before and your husband is tempted to ask who you were and what could you have possibly done to his wife, but judging by your current state, he deems it’s not going to end well if he does. Instead, Seokjin just nods at you in reply. 

He’s surprised when that actually gets you on your feet. Wincing at the sudden headache that booms through your temple, Seokjin holds you steady as you stumble in your stance. As the pain subsides enough to be tolerable, you shake yourself off of Seokjin’s grasp, skipping giddily out of the room. 

Finding difficulty bearing with your drunken mood swings, your husband lets his head flop forward in exasperation as he rubs his face with his palms. Realizing he has yet to watch you in case your inability to walk in a straight line might strike again, Seokjin quickly runs after you. 

Just as he had thought, you fall midway to the back door, landing on your knees. Your husband rushes to you, asking if you felt any sort of pain. The boisterous laugh that escapes your lips answers his question efficiently. 

Because of the sudden sound, Seokjin sees some of the people from the common area are trying to peek through the slits between the wooden panels covering the hallways, wondering where that sound came from. With graceful haste, Seokjin scoops you up from the floor and walks briskly towards the end of the hallway where Yunho and the rest of the group were waiting with a palanquin. 

Your husband ushers you into the litter but your unusually stubborn self continues to cling onto the silken fabric of his jeogori so Seokjin had no other choice but to climb in as well - the palanquin, thankfully, spacious enough to fit two passengers. 

Latching onto his arm the moment you’ve settled in your seat, Seokjin wonders slightly if you’ll have any recollection of this once you’ve become sober tomorrow. The king heaves a sigh, finally getting the chance to feel that certain level of relief now that you were quiet and beside him at last. 

Seokjin might have spoken too soon. 

Next thing he knew, you were snuggling into his chest, fingers dancing lazily along his thigh while you’re at it. Your husband didn’t find it suspicious at first, but when he feels your digits trail dangerously up north, Seokjin gently pushes your hand away keeping them secure under his grasp as he places them on your lap. 

Desperation can’t seem to stop anybody though. Even with your hands cuffed beneath Seokjin’s huge palms, you manage to latch your lips on his neck one more time, sucking on the sensitive spot along the creamy expanse of his throat. 

The sound that reverberates throughout Seokjin’s body is something you’ve never heard of before - the almost animalistic sound canonically shooting a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.

You continue your ministrations until Seokjin gets a hold of himself after an embarrassing amount of time, pulling away from you with a stern look on his face. He calls you by your full name, scolding you slightly of a behavior unbecoming of a queen, reminding you that you both weren’t in the confines of your room and any occurrence of a scandalous event is unaffordable by the royal family. You cower slightly in your seat, not expecting your very own husband to use his authoritative king voice on you. 

But just like the interesting turn of events in a short time span tonight, the alcohol coursing through your veins seem to have a mind of its own. 

Instead of letting your husband hinder you from your intentions, you take advantage of Seokjin’s loosened grip on your hands, climbing onto his lap swiftly and gracefully, that the palanquin manages to not move much so as not to raise any suspicion from outside. 

“Have I been a very bad queen, Seokjinnie?” Your hand purposely brushes through his crotch before trailing upward to cup his jaw. Seokjin staggers at the teasing tone of your voice, thoughts drifting off to whatever they made you drink inside that made you a completely different person.  He badly needs to get a hold of those too. 

Pushing yourself further into his lap, so close that he feels your breath fanning against his nose. “Jeonha,” you whisper salaciously, nipping at the shell of his ear, “Aren’t bad queens going to get punished?” Seokjin remains silent as he stares at you with an intense gaze, lust clouding over his dark orbs. 

“Hmm?” you tap his chin once, feeling the faint stubble of a promising beard. Your husband’s face remains stoic even with your provocative efforts, so you decide to take it up a notch, inspired and fueled by one of Ahro’s stories earlier. 

Your hand travels under your skirt, lifting it just a little to reveal that tiny sliver of skin to your husband and as you raise yourself a tiny amount from his lap, you swiftly untie the cloth covering your most private of parts, throwing them aside somewhere else inside the palanquin. 

“I am most willing to take any punishment, jeonha...” you whisper as you grind your core on his crotch. Even with your thick skirt hindering you from experiencing the intense pleasure from grinding on his clothed cock, there’s still that faint feeling of his erection as you grind even heavier. “Twofold,” you state, gyrating your hips to match your counting. “Threefold…” another one. You see the lump on Seokjin’s throat bob up and down as he gulps. “Fourfold.” 

“Don’t worry, my queen. I’ll be sure to punish you accordingly,” comes Seokjin's equally strained reply, not taking his eyes off you as he thrusts upwards. 

Seokjin returns you back to your seat beside him effortlessly, not a word spoken. Well, it’s not as if it’s needed. The tension inside in the now-seemingly cramped space is enough for you to perceive what might happen in the next few moments. As if in sync with your thoughts, Seokjin reminds, “Stay still in your seat, unless you want more punishment later.” 

You manage to stay still in your seat, despite your thoughts completely haywire. Maybe you wanted more punishment? Or are you already asking for too much? Was he really going to punish you? 

Not before long, the palanquin halts, indicating your arrival at the palace. Seokjin spares you a look, heart melting at the sight of you already asleep, snoring slightly in your sleep. 

He chuckles at your slumbering form, climbing out of the palanquin first before asking Yunho to assist him as he clambers to get you out of the litter. Seokjin then proceeds to carry you in his arms and up the stairs to your hanok. 

Laying you gently on the bed, Seokjin undresses you layer after layer, knowing how uncomfortable it will be for you if you continue sleeping in the multiple layers of clothing you have on. Your husband delicately tears off your jeogori first, then laughs to himself as he turns you to the side to untie the knot on your skirt, remembering your alcohol-induced bravado earlier. The young king makes a mental note to ask someone tomorrow to get a sample of whatever they had given you prior...for research purposes. 

He takes the bowl of water he’s kept by the fire to maintain its temperature, pulls out a small washcloth from your dresser and dips the same into the bowl. Seokjin drags the white fabric along the expanse of your skin not covered by your undergarments. When he deems you freshened enough, he pulls on the ribbon holding half of your hair up in a ponytail. 

Fishing your favorite brush from a nearby drawer, a satisfied smile plays on the corner of Seokjin’s lips, running the brush along your hair fanned out on the pillows. Though he loves you for who you truly are, one physical attribute of yours that appeals to him most is your hair - he can’t quite put a finger on it, but there’s something about your hair that he finds so feminine, something he finds strangely, but insanely attractive - much more than he can ever admit out loud. 

Propping an elbow for something to lean on, he finds brushing your hair particularly soothing and therapeutic, enough to even lull him to a deep sleep, one hand on the brush and the other holding your hand. 

A raging headache and a parched throat wake you from your peaceful sleep, squinting as your eyes adjust to take in your surroundings. You try to recollect what happened last night, vague splashes of last night’s events splayed across your thoughts. 

A royal robe covering haphazardly draped over someone’s legs discontinues your momentary reminiscence. Twisting your torso to the side, you see your husband, mouth slightly open as he snores away happily in his sleep. He must’ve taken off your outer clothes last night and — you rack your brain thinking hard if you had done something unintelligible and embarrassing. 

Your brazen advances last night finally dawn on you, face cringing as you remember bits and pieces of how you were the night before. ‘It must have been a nightmare for Seokjin,’ you think to yourself, already conjuring up a lame apology for your inexcusable behavior. 

Pushing your robe away from Seokjin’s legs, you take notice of the erection hidden beneath the confines of his pants. You make an attempt to not stare at it perversely but it was standing tall and proud like that, and oh - your eyes widen as you see it twitch, as if demanding all of your attention.

Wasn’t this a common occurrence in the morning? You might have felt it a few times during your rising when Seokjin spooned you in his sleep, but your timidity can’t seem to address the concern to your own husband. 

Looking away, you shift in your position to share your blanket with your husband. Seokjin unexpectedly wakes up at the action though, giving you a small fright. “Sarang, you’re awake already? Seokjin is talking slower than usual, voice still groggy from sleep. 

You nod at him with a shy smile, embarrassed at the fact that you almost got caught eyeing that thing between his legs. “Are you alright? Dizzy, perhaps?” 

“Just a little, but I’ll be okay. Thank you for taking care of me last night,” you place a kiss on his cheek as Seokjin hums delightedly. “You must have taken quite the beating last night.” Fiddling with your fingers as you apologize for your behavior last night, Seokjin grabs at your hands and takes them between his. 

“It’s fine, sarang. Actually, it was quite...amusing, if I do say so myself,” your husband comments, winking at you. Seokjin sits up, resting his back against the wooden board and beckoning you nearer to him. 

As you scoot closer, you snuggle into Seokjin’s chest. Your husband places a kiss on your temple, before playing with your hair, just silently carding his fingers through them. “Do you mind telling me what actually happened last night - the things I said, perhaps? I can’t really recall them properly…” 

“Truthfully I was worried when I didn’t see you here yesterday. It was already late when I returned from the office and I don’t really want to be that type of husband that locks you inside the palace but I became really anxious when you still hadn’t returned.” 

“I’m sorry I made you worry,” you frown, mentally noting to inform Seokjin of your whereabouts before leaving the palace. 

“It’s alright, really. Anyways, I found you practically attached to Ahro, was it? And then we went home. Now we’re here.” 

“That’s it?” With the evident Seokjin’s haste in his recollection, you’re starting to get suspicious about how the previous night could have ended that quickly - that...uneventful. 

“Nothing else happened? Like I didn’t do or say anything? Am I a quiet drunk?” Your husband looks overwhelmed with all your questions, gulping before he responds. 

“You kind of said a couple of things...but! It’s nothing really, nothing major…” Seokjin chuckles nervously, scratching at the back of his head. 

“That can’t be the whole story?” You raise an eyebrow at your husband, testing him. Sliding lower down his chest a little so you have a better view of him, you trace the faint stubble on his chin. “Tell me, my king? Please?” 

“Don’t call me that,” Seokjin mumbles, looking away. “Doesn’t seem like you dislike it though, jeonha.” Your husband heaves a sigh, knowing you’ve won again. “You do know I love you with all my heart, right? And I don’t want you to think that I might take advantage of your drunkenness - which I didn’t, really, because you fell asleep too before anything actually happened…” He was stalling, you figured, as it might involve something that made him uncomfortable. 

“It’s okay if you don’t want to tell the whole thing… I just… why do I only remember me saying something along the lines of punishment?” Seokjin looks down at you with dilated pupils. 

“It’s not that I don’t want to tell you...it’s just…” your husband pauses, thinking deeply about what his next statement might entail. “I can’t think about it without getting hard…” 

Seokjin looks almost strained as he looks to the side, avoiding your eyes. “If only you’ve seen - heard yourself last night, gods! It was like a different you completely” 

Just as if the universe is on your side, you’re starting to get clearer recollection of last night’s events, realization slowly dawning on you. Likewise, Ahro’s words ring inside your head, urging you to go make your move. Relying on the last possible ounce of alcohol remaining inside you, you gather all your courage and make a proposition. “Am I still up for punishment? Jeonha?” 

Seokjin dramatically exhales, rubbing at his face. “Don’t say things like that, ________!” Laughter is already bubbling in the pit of your stomach (just as much as the anticipation for what’s to come, in case your plan works out) but you control yourself, maintaining a straight face as you continue to query him. 

“Why? Did I say something, my king?” 

Your husband makes a sound, somewhere between a grunt frustration and resilience, and looks at you dead in the eye, “You saying those things just makes me really want to punish you.” Pulse rapidly accelerating, you make a final question, “What’s stopping you, jeonha?” 

Seokjin wastes no time with your affirmation, connecting your lips together. Moaning into the kiss, he shifts in his seat to cage you between him and the bed, strong arms holding him up as he deepens the kiss.

Shamelessly grinding his erection against you, Seokjin grunts, gripping at your thighs to keep them spread, “Do you feel how aroused you get me all the time?” Mewling at the sensation, you manage to choke out a reply, “As do you, my love.”

Your husband deftly unties the undergarments you’ve slept in. “Seok…” a breathy whine escapes you as he latches onto on of your nipples. The foreign feeling of his warm, wet tongue sends you shivering and it takes all your might to stop him as you remember Ahro’s advice yesterday, squeezing at your husband’s lithe biceps.

“What is it, sarang? Do you wish to stop?”

“N-no. I want to take control, Jinnie.”

Albeit slightly taken aback by your behest, Seokjin nods, sitting on his heels. “Lie down, my king. I want to pleasure you.” Shock is evident in your husband’s features as he complies with your command, cock already twitching in anticipation. “Take off you clothes too.” Seokjin obeys without further questioning, unknowingly easing the mild worry nipping at you.

Just as what Ahro had told you yesterday, you splay your hands on his chest, before bending down slowly to place kisses all over the milky expanse of his skin. Moving further south until your reach that thin trail of hair, Seokjin’s sudden intakes of air continuously urge you on, until you finally get to his crown jewel.

Licking at your lips, you hastily pull his pants down, your desperation for a mutual release guiding your actions on instinct. As soon as his cock springs free from its confines, you get into action, placing a wet kiss on the tip of his length before slowly taking the head in your mouth.

“O-oh, fuck! What did that lady tell you back at Okt…” Seokjin cries out a broken moan as you pull your mouth back up then diving back in, eventually getting lower to the base. You feel your husband tremble with your every bob, subconsciously tugging at your hair in pleasure.

Seokjin starts to squirm around you, pushing your mouth away from his shaft. “My love, please…. please let me be inside you. I can’t cum like this, please.” Seokjin beseeches, torso already covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

Your husband switches your positions as he pushes you gently onto the bed, but your hand shoots out to grab at his wrist. “C-can...can I be on top?”

There’s a slight furrow in Seokjin’s brows at your request, but he smiles nonetheless, keeping his excitement at bay. “Of course, love. You’re free to sit on your throne anytime.” 

He lies back down, both palms out to support you in your task. Gladly placing your hands on him, you crawl back on his lap, moving on your knees to position yourself to impale yourself on his cock.

Taking his length in your hand, you languidly swipe the tip against your wet folds. With one final breath, you push downward, sinking down on his cock until he’s fully seated inside you. Slowly you start, swiveling your hips just as you were told. Seokjin keeps his gaze at you through hooded eyes – a definite boost of confidence for you.

You settle on a particular rhythm, just gyrating your hips around before it gets too much like you’re almost at that point, but not quite yet. You start alternating by bouncing atop him, while your fingers find your clit, rubbing at your nether bud vigorously to push you towards your high.

Seokjin grabs at your breasts, twisting and tweaking your nipples, stimulating you further. He feels you clench around him as you orgasm nears quickly and his balls tighten likewise, painting your velvety walls white as he reaches his climax after you.

You fall to his chest, panting just as heavily as Seokjin. He decides on keeping himself still sheathed inside you for a while longer, reveling in the feeling of his cum dripping out of your pussy and onto his thigh. “The next time you go to Okta, take me with you, alright? I’ll have whatever you had back there.” 

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Jin

You were so excited for today to finally come! Jin was coming back from tour and you missed your boyfriend so much. You decided to surprise him by cooking his favorite meals and wearing his favorite little black dress.

Not only had you missed him and his strong arms around you, but you also hadn’t had sex since he left. Not even phone sex, even if you tried to convince him and you were very persuasive, he insisted on waiting because it was already torture not being able to hold you.

He was sweet like that. Looking at the clock it was about noon and his flight should be getting in at 5, then it would take him half an hour to get here from the airport. So you had a lot of time which was good because you still had to go to the store to get everything. You headed up stairs to shower and get dressed to go out, giggling the whole time.

A few hours later and everything was almost set! You looked stunning in your black dress, heels, and make up. Your hair was up in an elegant ponytail and was wearing the necklace and matching earrings Jin got you for your birthday. The food was made and the candles were lit.

The only thing missing was well… Jin.

He hadn’t texted you when he landed like you expected him to, heck you didn’t even know where he was. You had called him several times, but he didn’t answer. You were especially worried once you heard the thunder roar and then it started pouring.

“Jinnie.. Where are you?” You asked yourself watching the candle burn.

When 8 o clock rolled around the candle was burned out and you were really starting to freak out. He still hadn’t answered your texts or calls and he still hasn’t shown up yet.

Getting fed up you grabbed your coat and raced out the door.

Once you got halfway down the road you were met with a very tired Jin under an umbrella, carrying his bags.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing? You’re soaked!”

He rushed to you and attempted to cover you with the umbrella, but you cut him off by kissing his lips, causing him to drop it. You didn’t care that your hair was ruined or that your make up was running, all you cared about was the man in your arms and that he was safe.

Namjoon

Namjoon and you had been planning this road trip for months. You took a lot of time off work and he just finished his tour. You two had traveled across the ocean to California to start. From there you went through Nevada and were finally running out of gas almost to Utah.

“Where is the nearest gas station Joon?”

You glanced from the road to your best friend beside you who had his nose buried in a map.

“Umm I think four miles up the road.”

You hummed and continued down the road. It was night time when you reached the gas station in the middle of nowhere and it was really scary.

“Joon are you sure there isn’t a different gas station that’s… more lit?”

He shook his head and folded the map. “Only one for miles.”

Well that was just great. It was an old station too, the kind you see in movies where the pump isn’t under a roof and you could also hear the rumbling of thunder.

“Sketchy station and rain. Fun.”

He laughed at your dry humor and got out of the car. “Just quickly pump the gas (Y/N). I’ll go inside and see if the cashier knows where a hotel is. Want any snacks?”

“Just a soda and please hurry.”

He nodded and made his way inside to pay for food and gas.  You got out of the car and stood by the pump. Five minutes passed and Namjoon still isn’t back. You were getting scared and not for him, he’s a big man and can handle himself, but for yourself. What if there a killer lurking around? And during that time it had started raining and you were soaked to the bone.

If you didn’t catch a cold or end up dead after this it would be a miracle.

You rubbed your arms and shivered, but then you felt a jacket being put on your shoulders. You screamed and turned around to hit your attacker, but they caught your wrist.

“Woah woah! (Y/N) it’s me!”

“God Namjoon you scared me! Where were you and why was it taking so long? I was freaking out and i'm cold and wet and I thought you got attac-”

He cut you off by kissing your lips. You were so shocked that you didn’t know what to do. Namjoon has been your best friend and crush for years and here you are, kissing him.

He pulled back slowly, looking into your eyes. “Sorry, but you were rambling and it seemed like the right thing to do. I hope I didn’t make things awkward.”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulder, pulling him closer. “Now you shut up and kiss me Namjoon.” He smiled and leaned to meet your lips.

Yoongi

“Hey Hobi? Have you seen Yoongi? He hasn’t texted me back.” Hoseok looked up from his cereal bowl, mouth full of lucky charms, and pointed in the direction of the Genius Lab. You should have guessed because their comeback was in a month. Yoongi must be feeling a lot of pressure right now which means he was probably forgetting to eat.

“Do you think Jin would mind if I used the kitchen?”

Hobi shrugged. “Probably not.”

You nodded and got to work making Yoongi’s favorite food. When it was finally ready you went to his studio and thankfully he had given you the pass code.

“Yoongi?”

He had his headphones on and was completely in his zone. It was never a good idea to mess with him in this kind of state, but you could already see the bags under his eyes. You set the plate on the desk beside him and waited to see if he would notice. He always had a strange way of sensing you, which sucked when you wanted to surprise him, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“Yoongi,” you tapped his shoulder,”You need to eat.”

He didn’t respond.

“Yoongi.” Still nothing.

Getting fed up you ripped his headphones off his head and turned him around.

“Min Yoongi I swear to god if you don’t stop and eat I will shove this food down your throat!”

Oh man if looks could kill you would be dead.

Yoongi was so mad that you A) could have broken his headphones with the force you ripped them off his head and B) got in the way of his work. Those were two things you should have known not to do and you did both.

“(Y/N) get out.”

You crossed your arms, standing your ground. “Not until you eat.”

He rose from his chair and stared down at you with the most hateful look you’d ever seen. You wanted to shrink away from him, but you knew that if you didn’t face him head on nothing would change.

You thought he would never hurt you, but you didn't seem to realize the magnitude of the situation. Yoongi roughly grabbed you by your upper arm, dragged you to the door, opening it and shoving you out. Your back hit the wall and you let out a groan of pain.

“Do not come back.”

And with that he shut the door. Never in the 3 years you’ve known Yoongi had you seen him that mad. Hobi had heard mostly all of what went down and he was at your side making sure you were okay.

“You know he didn’t mean that right?”

You nodded, too stunned to say anything. Whatever happened next was a blur and somehow you ended up in your room, crying into your pillow.

When you woke up the next day it was one in the afternoon and it was raining outside. Staring out your window at the rain reminded you of high school. When you were sad you would walk in the rain for hours, yes it made you sick, but you always felt better after. Like the rain washed away your pain.

You got up and decided to go to the park you had met Yoongi in. Looking around at all the trees brought back memories. They were done filming Run BTS and he bumped into you while trying to get to the car. You both apologized at the same time and he smiled at you with that gummy smile of his.

The smile you loved so much. The smile you hadn’t seen in months.

Was this really it for you two? One angry moment and then you break up?

You were sitting on a park bench, thinking and crying, when you noticed someone was standing in front of you. You looked up to see Yoongi, panting and he had a huge band aid on his cheek.

“Yoong-”

“I’m so sorry (Y/N). I was so horrible yesterday and I hurt you.”

“Yoongi what’s going-”

“Please let me finish. Hoseok knocked some sense into me this morning, literally,” he gestured to the band aid on his face, “and I realized that what I did was wrong and unforgivable, but..”

Yoongi took your hands into his and pulled you off the bench. “Please don’t leave me. I love you, (Y/N).”

You teared up more and shook your head slowly, “I know you were under a lot of stress because of the comeback, Yoongi, and I don’t hold it against you.” He cupped your cheek in his hand, stroking it gently.

“You should though…”

“But I don’t. Just promise me you won’t do that again, eat and sleep more, and kiss me.”

He smiled his cute gummy smile causing you to smile back. There was the smile you missed so much. Yoongi leaned in and kissed you with every ounce of love he had, signifying he would never ever hurt you again.

Hoseok

You had always been a hopeless romantic. Watching all the movies, TV shows, reading the books, anything that would be cheesy was right up your alley. You never thought you were going to be able to find that kind of love or do those kinds of things until you met Hoseok.

Because your little sister was such a big fan of BTS, you didn’t think they were half bad either, you surprised her for her birthday with tickets to their next concert. Front row tickets too.

During the show Hoseok caught your eye.

He was cute and bubbly, smiling every chance he got, but during some songs he was the hottest thing you had ever seen.

The hip thrusts alone was enough to make your legs feel like jelly. It was lucky for you that he noticed you as well and was even more smitten.

At the fan sign when he saw you again he instantly asked for your number and then the rest was history. Now here you are, a year later, snuggled up against your boyfriend watching a romantic movie.

You two were going to go on a walk, but the weather had other plans for you since it was raining outside. The movie was about to come to an end with the couple dramatically confessing in the rain and kissed.

To you that was the most romantic thing you’d ever seen. You sighed happily and played with Hoseok’s hand which rested on your thigh.

“Hey Hobi?”

“Yeah?”

You looked up at him with your best puppy eyes, knowing he was weak to them.

“Can we kiss in the rain like that?”

“What? What if we get sick?”

“We can just take care of each other. Please?”

He knew he couldn’t say no to you and he liked that you were such a hopeless romantic. He took your hand into his and led you outside into the pouring rain, instantly soaking you two. You couldn’t believe he was doing this for you!

“(Y/N) we’ve been together for a year now and it’s been the best of my life.”

He trailed off and reached into his back pocket. He could feel his heart pounding as he pulled out a tiny box and got down on one knee, a little scared when you gasped.

“(Y/N) (L/N) will you marry me?”

He asked opening the box to reveal a beautiful ring. Tears started flowing down your face and you nodded eagerly.

“Yes! Yes Hoseok I will!!”

He smiled big, stood, and placed the ring on your finger.

“This is the best day of my life.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

With that he kissed you gently before it turned slightly passionate and he picked you up, spinning around.

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[kpopblurbs]

Need

Pairing: Hyunjin/Minho Word Count: 1.9k Tags: Sexual frustration, cock rings, degradation, anal fingering, anal sex, orgasm delay/denial, butt plugs, dom!Minho, sub!Hyunjin A/N: lmao so this was supposed to go up yesterday but oh well, happy thanksgiving to those that celebrate it and happy normal day to those that dont Masterlist AO3 Link

Hyunjin was sitting on the couch next to Minho, some movie was playing on tv that he had lost interest in awhile ago. Minho, however, was still fully invested, his arm wrapped around Hyunjin’s shoulders and his eyes were glued to the screen. Hyunjin had been scrolling on his phone for the past 20 minutes with his head resting on Minho’s shoulder but now he was bored of that too, he set his phone down with a sigh. Minho ignored the noise, still focused on the movie so Hyunjin picked his head up and let out another, louder sigh. “I feel like you’re trying to get my attention.” Minho said without looking away from the TV.

“I am.” Hyunjin responded.

“Well I’m watching a movie.” Minho said, still not giving Hyunjin any actual attention.

“What if you stopped watching the movie?”

“I don’t want to stop.”

“But your boyfriend needs attention.”

“My boyfriend always needs attention.”

“Your boyfriend really needs attention.”

“I’m still trying to figure out what makes this moment different from every other moment in our relationship.”

Hyunjin sighed, he moved one leg across Minho’s lap, sitting up to straddle him and completely block his view of the TV, “The difference is that it’s been so long and I need you.”

“Need me or just my dick?” Minho wrapped his arms around Hyunjin’s waist.

“Mostly your dick but I’d really appreciate the whole package.” Hyunjin said with a smile, happy he had finally gotten his way. His smile didn’t last long though as he saw Minho’s eyes light up, the energy in the room shifted as Minho brought his hand up to tug lightly on Hyunjin’s hair.

“Now, is this how good boys ask for attention?” Minho asked, emphasizing his question with a good pull on Hyunjin’s hair making the boy gasp.

“No, sir.” Hyunjin responded immediately falling into his submissive role.

“So you know it’s bad and yet you still did it.” Minho hummed, “What am I gonna do with you, Jinnie?”

“Not punish me?” Hyunjin asked hopefully.

“Why would I do that when the other option is so much more fun?” Minho responded, his voice sickly sweet. Hyunjin let out a soft whine in response, “Well now that you’ve interrupted my movie, I may as well give you some attention.” Minho said, abruptly standing up, keeping Hyunjin in his arms. Hyunjin yelped at the sudden change, clinging to Minho to keep from falling as he was carried to the bedroom. Minho tossed him onto the bed before beginning the search for a couple of toys.

Hyunjin watched him search for a second before clearing his throat, “Should I, uhm-”

“Get naked? Yes.” Minho cut him off, Hyunjin nodded quickly even though Minho wasn’t looking at him before doing what he was told, tossing his clothes into a pile on the floor and sitting as patiently as he could. His dick was already getting hard, the excitement of getting any attention at all was more than enough to get him worked up. He was so focused on not touching himself that he hardly noticed Minho walking up to the edge of the bed. “Look at you, I haven’t even done anything and you’re already hard.” Minho said, reaching down to give a quick flick to Hyunjin’s erection for emphasis.

Hyunjin whined, his dick twitching from the brief contact, “I told you I was needy, sir.” he said, trying to maintain a respectful tone despite how frustrated he already was. 

“It’s only been a couple of days since I’ve touched you, is that really all it takes?” Minho brought his hand down to run his fingers over Hyunjin’s thighs, making the boy whine, “You’re just a needy little slut aren’t you?” he teased.

“Yes, please just do something.” Hyunjin whined. Minho smirked, bringing his hand up to run his fingers through Hyunjin’s hair before grabbing on and pulling his head back roughly making him look up at the ceiling. He kept Hyunjin’s head held back while he picked up the cock ring he had grabbed earlier, he wrapped his hand around Hyunjin’s dick and stroked him a couple of times before slipping the ring onto him. He nestled it at the base of Hyunjin’s cock before pulling back and letting go of Hyunjin’s hair, he let out a whine at the loss of contact that only got louder when he realized what Minho had done. “Oh come on, why can’t you just be a normal boyfriend and jerk me off?” he whined.

“Are you really gonna act like a brat right now?” Minho asked with one eyebrow raised.

“I just wanna cum.” Hyunjin whined.

“Well if you keep acting like this you’re not going to.” Hyunjin let out another whine in response but kept his mouth shut otherwise. "That's better." Minho commented, "Now what should I do with my little slut tonight?" he wondered aloud.

"Anything, just please touch me." Hyunjin begged, his impatience showing through fully as he shifted around.

“So impatient.” Minho tsked before reaching down and wrapping his hand around Hyunjin’s dick again. He pumped his hand up and down Hyunjin’s dick, keeping his strokes slow and teasing, Hyunjin gripped the sheets at his sides tightly, holding himself back from bucking up into Minho’s hand. “Oh so you can be good.” Minho teased, watching the way Hyunjin was trying to control himself. Hyunjin only whined in response, Minho smirked as he sped up his strokes, Hyunjin’s eyes squeezed shut his knuckles white from how tightly he was holding the sheets.

“I’m -ah- I’m close.” Hyunjin whined out far too soon for Minho’s liking, he stroked Hyunjin a few more times to bring him right to the edge before pulling his hand away. Hyunjin let out a desperate whine he reached a hand out to grab Minho’s wrist.

Minho sighed, “You know the rules, baby.” he tugged his wrist out of Hyunjin’s grasp.

“I-I’m sorry I just..” Hyunjin trailed off.

“What? Is that not enough for you?” Minho asked, the ghost of a smile on his face.

“Please I need you.” Hyunjin whined.

“I’ll tell you what, if you can keep from cumming while I fuck you, then you’ll get a reward.” Hyunjin let out a soft whine as Minho grabbed the lube out of their nightstand, “Come on, baby, lay down.” Minho instructed. Hyunjin pouted but did what he was told, once he was settled Minho nudged his legs apart and settled himself between them. He drizzled some lube on a couple of his fingers and spread it around before pressing a finger to his entrance. Hyunjin scrunched his face up as Minho pushed into him, Minho gave him a moment to adjust to the sensation before stretching him open, adding a second finger as soon as Hyunjin was ready. Minho scissored his fingers, stretching Hyunjin even more before adding a third finger. He curled his fingers up searching for Hyunjin’s prostate, he smiled when Hyunjin gasped signaling that he had found it. Hyunjin’s back arched off of the bed, his cock twitching as Minho focused in on the bundle of nerves. Soon enough he was whining for Minho to stop, “What’s wrong, baby, are you gonna cum already? I haven’t even had the chance to fuck you yet.” Minho teased.

Hyunjin sighed as Minho pulled his fingers out, “It’s like you want me to fail.” he whined.

Minho hummed, “That’s an interesting theory.” he said with a wink making Hyunjin groan. Minho shimmied his sweatpants down just enough to pull his dick out, he slicked himself up with lube stroking himself a couple of times before lining himself up with Hyunjin’s entrance. He pushed in slowly, allowing Hyunjin to adjust to the sensation as he bottomed out, he stayed still until Hyunjin gave him a quick nod. Minho set a quick pace from the start, almost immediately hooking one of Hyunjin’s legs over his shoulder to allow him to hit Hyunjin’s prostate with every thrust. Hyunjin was whining and moaning, torn between begging for Minho to slow down and begging him to keep going. He was trying hard to hold his orgasm back, the teasing earlier and the ruthless assault on his prostate bringing him to the edge quickly. He was successful at delaying it for a moment but ultimately the challenge proved too difficult, the dry orgasm wracking his body making him tremble as Minho pounded into him. He expected Minho to stop and scold him so he was shocked when Minho only continued fucking him. He whined at the overstimulation, Minho ignored him chasing his own high as Hyunjin squirmed beneath him. Just when the discomfort for Hyunjin turned to pleasure, Minho bottomed out as his orgasm hit and he came with a groan painting Hyunjin’s insides white. He gave a couple more shallow thrusts before pulling out completely making Hyunjin whine.

Without saying anything Minho got up to search for another toy, Hyunjin watched nervously as he searched trying to guess what his punishment would be. Minho found the toy quickly and brought it back to the bed. He settled back in between Hyunjin’s legs and held up the toy, Hyunjin pouted at the sight of the remote controlled vibrating butt plug, “This isn’t gonna be a quick punishment is it?” he asked though he knew the answer.

“You’ve been whiny and you can’t follow simple directions so why would I give you a quick punishment?” Minho asked in response. He brought his hand down and used a finger to scoop up the cum leaking out of Hyunjin and push it back in. He picked up the lube and slicked the plug up quickly before pushing it into Hyunjin making the boy let out a whine as it settled into place. “All plugged up and full of cum, perfect for a slut like you.” Minho commented, Hyunjin let out a whimper, the thought of having to keep Minho’s cum in him turning him on more than he’d like to admit. Minho slipped the cock ring off of Hyunjin, “Go ahead and get dressed, you can cum as much as you want but you can’t change your pants and the plug comes out when I want it to.” he instructed. Hyunjin pouted again and Minho held up the remote for the toy, Hyunjin jolted as he pressed the button to turn it on to the lowest setting. He got up and walked to the door, “Meet me on the couch once you’re ready, I have to restart that movie now.” he said before he left.

Hyunjin whined to no one in particular before taking a deep breath, steeling himself to get up letting out a soft whimper as the plug shifted in him with the movement. He grabbed some pants and underwear that he didn’t care about and slipped them on before walking out to join Minho. He moved gingerly, trying desperately to ignore the soft vibrations of the toy as he walked. He let out another soft whimper as he sat down, the action pushing the plug deeper. Minho smirked before opening his arms up, allowing Hyunjin to cuddle into his chest and relieve some of the pressure on the plug. “If you can make it through the movie without cumming or annoying me I’ll give you a reward.” Minho said softly.

“You’re evil.” Hyunjin said.

“Don’t insult the man with the remote.” Minho warned, any power behind his threat lost with the soft smile on his face.

“It’s like you get off on my suffering.”

“I would be offended if you weren’t right.” Minho pressed a quick kiss to Hyunjin’s forehead, “Now shut up and let me watch my movie.” Hyunjin pouted in response but settled in to Minho’s arms, focused on the movie to try and ignore the incessant buzzing of the toy that he knew wouldn’t end any time soon.

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[jamaisvuandyou]

Please Dry My Eyes: Part 2

Description: Jin, Hoseok, and Yoongi have had a running streak of bad luck, but Jin isn’t sure what to make of this one: His old friend’s trickery that leads to him being the new father of a little toddler, Jeon Jungkook.

Posted: 05/28/2020

WARNING: Brief mentions of suicide.

Angst: 2,068 words

A/N: Sorry it’s so late, someone on Ao3 demanded I update soon and so my brain rebelled against me. And I’ve had a busy week.

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Jin still felt like he could use a drink, or eight.

Hoseok gingerly tested the couch. “He left a note, right?”

“Yeah. He said the pressure was too much. Said that everything would be better off, everyone would be better off. Said there were some videos for his son on the flash drive in his desk. Apologized to him and me. Basically told Jungkook's mother’s parents to F-off because he wasn’t going to let them abuse Jungkook the way they did his mother.”

“Wow. That’s it? That’s all he wrote?”

“There were more expletives and a long winded argument as to why they shouldn’t fight the arrangements he’s made. He was a lawyer. Had to make sure his work wasn’t fought.” Jin rubbed his forehead, panic welling up in him. He was a parent now and he wasn’t even the one who had gotten the girl pregnant.

“There. That was the last box. We’re all moved in. It’s kind of sad that we can pack and unpack our belongings in less than a day.” Hobi had arranged the few house decorations that they had on the coffee table and side tables. 

After rushing to the scene with Yoongi last night, and giving statements to the police until the wee hours of morning, they’d gone home, slept for half an hour before Yoongi had to rush to work, then Jin and Yoongi spend a few hours packing up and the last hour unpacking in the new place. Thankfully, Hobi’s friend from the dance studio had a car and had been more than happy to help transfer their things. But most of their furniture they just took to the dumpster.

They hadn’t given Hoseok the full details, partially because it was horrific and Jin just couldn’t deal with it yet and partially because they were both so exhausted that Hoseok just let them leave it at that until about fifteen minutes ago when Jin finally started explaining everything. Hoseok had only mildly inquired about what was going on, and Jin figured he needed to at least know the important bits.

“Your shoes working for you?”

Hoseok looked up at him warmly. “Yeah. Thanks, Hyung. I know you were buying them before all of this happened. It means a lot. Really.”

Jin just patted his arm. “You needed them.”

“We also needed food and coffee, but you got me the shoes.” Hobi hugged him, not satisfied.

Jin just smiled and laughed a little.

That made Hoseok smile up at him. “There. Better. You looked like you were ready to jump off a building in panic.”

Jin winced, the image of blood popping up in his mind.

“Oh…” Hobi squeezed tighter. “Sorry. I didn’t know.”

Jin just nodded, sighing shakily. “If I had paid attention…”

“Hyung, he was determined. He would have ended up somewhere they could monitor him and he could convince them that he was fine and then what? There’s nothing you could have done.”

“I enabled him.”

“Jungkook will be better off with you, Hyung. I know he will.”

Jin leaned against his younger for a moment, uncertain of everything that was ahead of him.

The doorbell rang.

They looked at each other and then Jin got up and answered it. “Hello.”

“I’m Namjoon, Jungkook’s caseworker. And this—“ he looked at the toddler in his arms. “Is Jungkook.”

Jin smiled. “Hi, Jungkook.”

“Jinnie,” he murmured, looking quizzical.

Jin blinked in surprise. “Yeah, I’m Jinnie.”

Jungkook smiled and shyly reached out for him.

Jin smiled again as he took the toddler into his arms. “Hey, buddy. You know who I am?”

“Jinnie,” he mumbled again, tucking his face into Jin’s shoulder and clutching his shirt tightly.

“From what I understand, his dad has been showing him pictures of you. Saying you’re his uncle.” Namjoon looked stressed. “How long ago did you actually find out? Because he filed everything a week ago, but he was pretty insistent about not bothering you until everything was certain.”

Jin debated silently on how to answer.

“It won’t change anything. The paperwork is solid and your background check came up clean. There was your recent job, but he informed me of it yesterday and said that you weren’t actually at fault. Jungkook is yours. Completely. Provided you don’t become an unfit guardian.”

Jin sighed. “He asked me yesterday. He sent me fake contracts so I could read through them and had me sign the ones he actually wanted me to sign. I trusted him. When we realized…” he swallowed hard. “It was too late. His lawyer said we were clear to move in here since everything was official and submitted before he died.”

Namjoon just nodded. “Here’s my phone number. For now you need to call me whenever he needs to see the doctor. You don’t need to call for his appointment this Friday. It was scheduled before. More like, if he gets sick or hurt, just so that I can make sure that he’s being properly taken care of and keep on top of paperwork.”

Jin took his card, and stepped aside so Namjoon could set Jungkook’s diaper bag down.

“The rest of his stuff is in my trunk.”

“I’ll help you,” Hoseok said. “I’m Jin’s roommate, Hoseok. Or, I guess I’m his tenant now.”

Jin rolled his eyes. “Roommate. I’m already freaking out, don’t threaten me with the stress of having you pay me rent.”

Namjoon chuckled sympathetically.

Jin watched the cute toddler peek out at him sleepily, before rubbing his face back into Jin’s shoulder. Jin gently rubbed Jungkook’s back, noticing how much Jungkook relaxed with it.

Hoseok and Namjoon brought in two suitcases.

Namjoon slid one open partially and pulled out a stuffed animal. “This is his Nunny and Jungkook can’t sleep without it.”

Jin took the bunny when Jungkook looked around at the name of his toy, tucking it in between Jungkook and himself. He smiled when he saw Jungkook smile a very little before his eyes slipped shut and he was out like a light.

Jin closed his eyes, rubbing the boys back and savoring the warmth he radiated.

Namjoon looked through something on his phone, then went into the diaper bag and pulled out a picture frame containing a photo of Jungkook’s parents in it. “I’m sure there are more photos somewhere, but I thought it was important he have at least one of both of them together.

Jin nodded. “Thanks.”

Hoseok took it, setting it on a shelf that they had no chance of filling considering they’d unpacked just about everything they owned.

“Alright, if you have any questions or problems, just give me a call. I’ve been working with Jungkook for a while and he can be a little particular.” He checked on the boy in Jin’s arms one last time, then looked at Jin. “Really though, I can tell you’ll be good for him. He hasn’t fallen asleep that easily since I don’t know when. He does walk a bit, but his speech is a little behind as well as some of his fine motor skills. He still struggles to feed himself, but he’s getting better.”

“Alright, I’ll work with him on that.”

“Okay then, I’m off. Good luck.” Namjoon seemed a little hesitant to leave, but stroked Jungkook’s head one last time before heading out the door.

Hoseok shut the door, having followed Namjoon out for a moment. “So, you’re a dad now.”

Jin shivered. “He’s so small, Hoseok.”

Hoseok nodded, coming close and stroking the boy’s hair. “Namjoon is right. You’ll be good for him. I’m going to take his suitcases to his room. You want me to unpack?”

“No, I want to do it so I can find everything easily when you’re at work tomorrow.”

“Good point. Just sit down. Cuddle your kid.” He chuckled. “Oh God, hyung. Your kid.”

“My kid. My Jungkook. That’s a mouthful.”

“JK?”

“Mmm, I was thinking Kookie,” Jin countered, sitting down on the couch (it’s been forever since they had a couch and he was so excited) and relaxing so he could hold Jungkook properly. The toddler was sound asleep, one of the bunny ears gripped tightly in one of his hands and Jin’s shirt in the other. “I’m sure we’ll probably use both as he grows.”

Hoseok sighed. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep.”

“I know. I’ve gotten used to your elbow in my side, and Yoongi stealing the covers. We can ease out of it, I think.”

“That sounds like a good idea.” He headed toward the door and opened it just as Yoongi was getting ready to knock. “It was unlocked.”

“Oh. Whoa,” He looked around with surprise. He took off his shoes before taking a few tentative steps in. He looked at a loss for words, finally settling with, “Our stuff must look so out of place here.”

“Mostly things just look empty,” Hoseok answered. “Glad there was a bed though, because ours literally fell apart while we were transporting it out of the apartment and a spring came through our mattress. So, hope you’re okay with the mattress that was here. We also decided to just throw out most of the other furniture. Kept the dining room table. Oh, and hyung being a dad is already weird.”

Yoongi nodded, then saw Jin and the curled up toddler. “He’s even smaller than I imagined. What’s his name again?”

“Jungkook.”

“Right. Um, do you want me to make lunch?”

“That’d be great, Yoongi,” Jin replied, smiling. There was something really soothing about holding Jungkook so close as he slept. Feeling his even breaths and the beating of his heart. The quiet little sounds he made now and then.

“You look ready for a nap,” Hoseok chuckled softly.

“I feel ready for one. But I’m getting hungry and this one will be hungry sooner or later. Something simple. Maybe a grilled cheese?” He needed a nap, honestly. He’d been going since yesterday and his nap this morning wasn’t exactly enough to satisfy his need for sleep.

“Can do.” Yoongi got a good look at Jungkook and smiled. “He’s cute.” Then he headed into the kitchen to make lunch.

Jin smiled down at the kiddo, then kissed the ultra-soft baby hair. He was adorable, and so very soft and squishy.

Jungkook stirred, blinking up at Jin and then pulling his Nunny closer and peeking out at the world. “Jinnie.”

Jin pressed a kiss to the boy’s chubby cheek. “Are you hungry, Jungkookie?”

He nodded cutely, lips puckering cutely as he curiously watched Yoongi and Hoseok move around the kitchen.

“You want to go see what Yoongi and Hoseok are making?” Jin asked, getting up. If he didn’t move he was going to fall asleep, and that would throw him off for the rest of the evening.

Jungkook nodded again, hand turning into a fist around Jin’s shirt.

Jin chuckled and carried him to a kitchen. “Hobi, Yoongi, look who’s awake.”

Hoseok turned and smiled. “Ah! Hi, Jungkookie!”

Jungkook gasped and buried his face in Jin’s shoulder and neck, bringing up his bunny to hid behind as well.

Jin gave him a little squeeze. “It’s okay, Jungkook. Hobi is just happy to see you.”

“I wanted to play with you later, if that’s okay,” Hoseok said softly. “We can go play outside.”

Jungkook shook his head, not even peeking out.

Jin exchanged worried looks with the other two. “Okay, well, we can play with your Nunny later if you want.”

Jungkook just whined a bit and wiggled in Jin’s grip. He wiggled until Jin set him down, still clinging to Jin’s sleeve, but standing and looking around poutily. He looked up at Jin, lip wobbling and arms going up.

Jin sighed, but smiled as he picked up the toddler. “You’re just not sure about any of this, are you, kiddo?” He pressed a little kiss to Jungkook’s forehead.

“Jinnie,” He mumbled, clutching the collar of Jin’s shirt. “Nunny?”

“It’s on the floor. We’re going to have dinner. Some yummy grilled cheese and some applesauce.”

Hoseok picked it up and handed it to him so he wouldn’t have to try and pick it up.

“Ju?”

Jin thought for a moment. “Ju-ice?”

“Ju,” Jungkook nodded.

“Okay, I think I have some orange juice, how does that sound?”

He looked up at Jin, blinking, wet eyes looking completely lost.

“Well, we’ll just try it. You want to sit next to me, Jungkookie?” He offered, heading to the high-chair that had been in the closet but now sat beside the table.

Jungkook just mumbled Jin’s name again, but didn’t protest when Jin put him in the highchair. He just sort of looked at the table of the high chair and watched Jin as he got the sippy cup of juice, the container of applesauce, and the plate with the grilled cheese sandwich.

Jin sat down beside Jungkook, setting the cup and applesauce down.

“Can he feed himself?” Yoongi asked.

“We’re about to find out,” Jin answered, putting the spoon into the applesauce.

Jungkook grabbed the spoon, but was playing with it more than eating.

Jin hummed to himself, gently taking the spoon from Jungkook and feeding him a bit of applesauce.

Jungkook readily opened his mouth to take it.

“Yeah, don’t think he knows how to feed himself yet. Are you sure you can feed him the grilled cheese sandwich?” Hoseok asked, taking a seat with his own sandwich.

“Could you cut it up into small bites while I feed him the applesauce?”

He nodded, sitting and taking a knife to the sandwich.

“What should we do for dinner, hyung?” Yoongi asked, checking the cupboards.

“Rice, and whatever else we can think of. I don’t know, I don’t think I was as ready as I thought.” Jin shook his head and helped Jungkook eat another spoonful of applesauce.

“Jinnie,” Jungkook continued to babble Jin’s name between bites, seeming at least a little happy. But Jin still wanted to see the boy smile.

“You’ll figure it out, hyung. We all will,” Hoseok said optimistically, hugging Jin’s shoulders and head from behind.

Jin’s eyes widened as Jungkook burst into tears and made grabby hands at Jin without any sort of explanation. Just a continued wail of “Jinnie!”

Yoongi covered his ears while Jin tried to calm the child. “Sooner rather than later, hopefully.”

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Masterlist.

#pleasedrymyeyes series #bts fic #bts #bts fanfic #kim seokjin #seokjin #min yoongi #yoongi #jung hoseok #hoseok #jhope #suga #jeon jungkook #jungkook #min yunki #yunki #jin #Adoption AU #parent au #Baby Jungkook

[hxydnbxby]

it’s a normal monday morning for you. you know, getting ready to go to a school you hate, riding in your best friends car, threatening to throw him out a window if he doesn’t stop changing the song when he has the aux chord. normal stuff. nothing too out of the ordinary.

well except maybe that one weird kid you pass in the halls who oddly isn’t there like he is everyday. you wonder about it, but don’t dwell too much on the topic. it’s better that way.

you continue down the halls just like any other day. you notice a few people crowded around an empty locker. ‘that’s odd,’ you think to yourself, but continue on.

“oh my gosh he’s so cute!” you hear people whisper from behind, probably talking about hyunjin, your best friend and somewhat school heartthrob. still nothing new.

you pass the office as you do everyday. usually there’s no one there, but today you notice a handsome blonde boy.

“look hyunjin there’s a new kid,” you say poking his shoulder and nodding towards the office.

“i hope he’s our age man. there has yet to be a new kid in the same year as us,” hyunjin says turning to look. “boys got freckles oh no.”

“what? lemme see!” you turn towards the boy just as he looks up at you. “aw shit he’s seen me!” you try to hide behind hyunjin, but there was no point. you would’ve been seen either way.

“let’s just go to class before you end up creeping the poor kid out,” he starts walking a bit faster with a soft laugh.

as you get to your first class and sit down, you hear people whispering about a new student coming in. ‘maybe there’s two of them,’ you think to yourself. and that’s when you know you’re wrong.

your teacher comes in, handsome blonde boy right behind him. you lay your head on your desk and sigh. there’s an empty desk next to you, so you know he’s gonna end up sitting there.

“(y/n)!” the teacher says loudly to get your attention.

“yes?” you lift your head to look at them.

“there’s an empty desk next to you right?”

“yes.”

“good. felix you can sit there.”

the boy, felix, sits at the desk next to you. he smiles shyly and you smile back.

classes go by quickly, and soon you’re walking down the school hall way from your locker, heading to your last class of the day when you spot felix. he had a couple classes with you after your first class. you smile sweetly when he notices you, walking closer to try and talk to him. everything was going so well until you saw another girl walk up to him, so you just turn around and head the opposite direction to your class.

you have a sub in math that day so you know something was bound to happen. for example, last time you had a sub, hyunjin started a paper war. the time before that, he started a notebook war. so many people were injured due to notebooks smacking them in the face. safe to say hyunjin always causes trouble when the real teacher isn’t around. but you knew today would be different from all those times. and you were right because lo and behold there was felix. right there at the front of the class. you wondered if he was even supposed to be in the class until the sub stands and introduces him.

“there’s an empty seat there next to (y/n).” the sub says pointing at you.

felix walks straight back to the empty desk with a bright smile. he sets his bag down and gets out a little notebook with a drawn on cover. you notice out of the corner of your eye that he’s doodling something on one of the pages. you smile softly as you pull out your sketchbook for art class. you had to take this chance to draw him. he looked so in his element while doodling that it would’ve been a waste not to draw him.

you spend the entire class drawing felix. only looking away from him or your sketchbook when someone threw something your way. it was a little paper football with hyunjin’s handwriting on it.

‘are you drawing the new kid already?’

‘what kind of question??? have you seen him hyunjin???? of course i’m drawing him idiot!!’ you write back and throw the football in the other boys direction. you almost don’t notice felix hand you a note as you go back to drawing him. almost, as in it was pretty obvious, since he placed the note on your desk just as you looked down.

you look over to the freckled boy a bit confused, only to be met by a shy smile from him. you inwardly coo at him, but outwardly smile back.

he leans over and whispers softly, “don’t read it until after class okay?” to which you nod and put the note in your pocket then continue drawing him.

the final bell rings signaling schools over. you wait a bit for hyunjin and walk out together.

“so what were you and freckles talking about?” he questions as you walk to his car.

“nothing.” you smile softly as you remember the note you had placed in your pocket earlier.

“not nothing if you’re smiling like that,” hyunjin pokes at your side as you whine and push his hands away. “come on tell meee.” he pesters on.

“fine but wait until we’re in the car,” you say pouting because you knew he was never gonna let this go. he just nods and starts jogging toward his car.

when you get to the car, he unlocks the doors and puts everything in the back. you immediately get in the passenger seat and throw your stuff in back too before pulling out the note felix gave you.

“are you ready for this?” you say a bit nervous. in all honesty you felt kinda bad since felix probably only wanted you to see his note. you unfold it to find cute little doodles and hearts around his message.

‘(y/n),

hi! i’m felix! i’m new here! but you know that. everyone knows that. sorry i’m an idiot. anyway. i’ve noticed that you’re in a lot of my classes, but i’m too chicken to ask you this in person. sooo would you mind if i walked to class with you from now on? sorry i couldn’t do this in person. i’m just not good with talking new people.

-felix <3

p.s you and your boyfriend are cute.’

‘he’s so cuteee!!! wait- boyfriend? what boyfriend? no boyfriend here.’ you think before letting out a loud laugh.

“jinnie i think he means you!” you say through laughter only causing hyunjin to burst out laughing too.

“why would i do myself so dirty! you’re a troll!” he smacks his head on the window from laughing which only causes more laughter.

“i’m the troll?! look at you!” you say wiping the tears from your face as you laugh. “jin are you okay?!” you cover your mouth to stop laughing after you realize he had hurt himself.

“yea i’m fine (y/n)!” he laughs softly. “i can’t believe he thinks you’re my type!”

“the poor fool!” you say as hyunjin starts the car and drives off.

the next day at school you spot felix sitting alone and walk up to him.

“hey!” you say cheerfully sitting next to him. “i’m here to walk you to class!”

“(y/n)!” he says a bit startled. “i didn’t think you’d actually say yes, considering your boyfriend and everything.”

you covered your mouth to keep from laughing but in the end it didn’t help.

“i’m so sorry for laughing. it’s just my ‘boyfriend’ is like a brother to me. besides he even has a boyfriend!” you say as you watch jeongin, a boy just a bit younger than the two of you, and hyunjin walk in holding hands. you wave them over with a bright smile. “felix, this is hyunjin and jeongin.”

jeongin gives you both a sleepy smile as hyunjin gives him a small kiss on his forehead. “i’m jeongin,” he says yawning softly.

“and i’m (y/n)’s best friend hyunjin,” he says patting felix on the head. it was an unusual thing he did when meeting new people.

“well you already know who i am,” felix says with a shy smile, grabbing your arm and clinging to you a bit.

you inwardly squeal because of how cute it was that felix had chose you to hold onto. this doesn’t go unnoticed by hyunjin either. you knew he would make sure to tease you for this later.

jeongin lets go of hyunjin to hug you lazily as he does every morning right before the bell for first class rings.

you mumble a soft ‘have a good day bubba,’ and place a light kiss on his head as he lets go. he smiles softly at you and waves goodbye to felix as he walks off with hyunjin.

felix pouts softly mumbling, ‘can we be friends like that too?’ you almost didn’t hear it. but you nod softly and smile a bit.

‘i would love that,’ you say to yourself as you start walking to class, the blonde haired boy still clinging to your arm.

“here we are lix,” you say softly to him before entering your english class. you can see him pout softly at the fact that he has to let go of you now.

“see you after class?” he looks at you with a shy smile. you nod quickly.

“see you after class.” you pat his cheek and walk in. you notice all the jealous stares coming from all the other students in your class. apparently felix already had everyone else wrapped around his finger too.

felix takes the seat behind you, seeing as it was the only other seat open, and sighs. you turn to talk to him just as the teacher walks in.

“alright class, today i will be assigning a group project.” everyone looks around for their group mates as the teacher clears his throat. “but, i will be putting you all into groups. and since we have a new addition to our class i will allow him to choose one other person to be in a group with. mr lee, you have until the end of class too-“

“i pick (y/n)!” felix cuts the teacher off rather excitedly.

“alright then,” he chuckles softly at felix. “now for everyone else.” he lists off the groups but you don’t really pay attention to what he’s saying. “you have six weeks to get the project turned in. you may get with your group and discuss.”

felix pokes your shoulder and you turn around to see his bright smile. “we get to work together!” he cheers softly.

“well duh,” you smile just as brightly. “you picked me remember!”

“oh yea! i forgot,” he chuckles softly. “sorry, i was just really happy to work with you.”

you poke his cheek as your other group mates come over to the two of you.

“hi! i’m soobin.” an orange haired boy says cheerfully.

“i’m jongho,” the red haired boy next to soobin says tiredly.

“i’m felix!” he says never losing his bright smile from earlier.

“so what should we start on?” soobin says as he pulls two desks over. you lay your head on your hand as you listen to them.

somewhere in their conversation you zone out. it’s only when soobin comes up behind you and grabs your side that you notice.

“yah! bin what’d you do that for!?” you smack his hands away, pouting.

“needed to get your attention.” jongho shrugs and turns toward you.

“you big meanies.” you huff like a child. felix chuckles softly as they start talking again.

the rest of the class flew by pretty quickly after that. before you know it the bell rings for second class.

“where to?” you ask felix as you meet him outside the door. he’s pouting at you and mumbling something you couldn’t understand.

he still clings to your arm, although this time a bit tighter. he doesn’t say anything, just walks towards his next class.

you wonder what’s wrong as he stops in front of the classroom. he still doesn’t say anything as he lets go and walks in. you wait just a minute to make sure he’s in the right class before you leave.

your next class you couldn’t pay any attention due to worrying about felix. when the bell rings you’re the first one out and going to meet felix, but he’s not there. you sigh and turn to walk away.

a hand grabs your wrist and pulls you in for a hug.

“(y/n)! i’m so sorry i didn’t talk to you earlier,” he says softly. “i was just upset that you didn’t walk out with me. i swear i’ll never do that again!”

“hey it’s okay lix!” you hug him back. you smile softly into his shoulder. ‘you give some damn good hugs.’ you think to yourself.

the day after that goes by pretty quickly. so do the coming weeks. next thing you know it’s christmas break and you’re not gonna get to see felix for a month.

you and felix have grown closer in the short time he’s been at your school. you’ve had countless movie dates with hyunjin and jeongin, went for walks after school, been to each other’s houses, he’s met your other friends. you’ve gotten comfortable enough to snuggle with him like all your other friends, but not enough to start giving him friendly kisses on his cheeks and forehead. and boy has he noticed. every time you leave a kiss on jeongin or seungmin or even woojin’s forehead, he notices their moods change instantly. he sighs softly wondering when he’ll get to know what it’s like to have that experience.

looks like today’s that day. the four of you would all be hanging out at felix’s for the last movie date with him until after new years.

it was the end of the school day and he was upset knowing after tonight he wouldn’t see you for weeks. you could see all the signs pointing to how upset he truly was when the last bell rang.

“so felix, what’re you doing during break?” you ask as you walk out with him and hyunjin.

“visiting family. opening presents. the usual. you guys?” he says with a smile. it wasn’t as bright as usual. his eyes looked a bit sad. you sighed softly. you wanted to ask him if he was okay but you don’t wanna risk it.

“spending time with jeongin and (y/n),” hyunjin smiles as he sees jeongin running down the hall to meet them. “hey babe! we were just talking about spending time with you!” he smiles even more when he hugs the younger boy tightly.

“yea that.” you say and you smile at the two boys in front of you.

“yea! lots of hot chocolate and movies and cuddles!” jeongin says letting go of hyunjin and giving you a hug.

you laugh softly as the two of you almost topple over due to the force of jeongin pretty much throwing himself at you. felix moves behind you two to stop you both from falling on the ground. he chuckles softly and helps you both balance yourselves.

“you two idiots are gonna end up getting hurt!” hyunjin chuckles as jeongin lets go of you.

he hugs felix tightly and whispers something in his ear. felix blushes a bit and sighs before whispering something back.

“off to the car!” hyunjin yells and you both start running, leaving the other two boys behind.

it takes them a while to get to the car as you and hyunjin throw everything in the trunk and get in. you sit in the back knowing jeongin would want the front. when they finally get there felix sits next to you and sighs.

you look up at him, “what’s wrong?” you whisper.

“nothing.” he whispers back and quickly looks out the window.

you let it go until you get to felix’s house. he sighs again and gets out. hyunjin pops the trunk and felix slowly grabs everything from it. he throws hyunjin the keys to unlock the front door and waits for you.

“lix?” you ask quietly from the other side of the car.

“yea?” he looks over at you with a sad smile.

“what’s wrong with you?”

“i’m not sure if i should be offended or not.”

“no i mean you’re smile isn’t as bright, your eyes aren’t sparkling like they do. i can tell something’s wrong.”

he sighs softly, “it’s just i won’t be able to see you for about a month and i don’t know what i’m going to do.”

“lix, baby, it’s gonna be okay.”

“no you don’t get it (y/n). this short time with you has made me want to interact with people more, draw more, do all the things i used to love. when you’re not around i feel so lost for some reason and i’m scared of that.”

“felix you will be okay. i’ll still be here. just not in person. i promise that if you need me too i will call everyday.”

“i’d like that a lot actually.” he smiles softly and walks over to you. “we should probably go in now.”

you nod and run inside leaving felix by the car. he felt sad for some reason. he felt as though he did something wrong. he knew what he said wasn’t entirely what was on his mind, but didn’t lie to you. he meant everything he had just said.

he comes inside to find the living room completely different from when he had left it that morning. there were bowls of snacks and drinks on floor in front of the tv. there was a giant fort surrounding the coffee table and couch. hyunjin and jeongin were wearing matching hoodies and sweats while setting up fairy lights. but you were no where to be seen.

the microwave had gone off before you came down fron his room. you were wearing a pair of shorts and one of his old hoodies. he had swore every time you had changed from your school uniform to something more comfortable, he would never see anything more beautiful. he was wrong. he was so wrong. right now, in his huge hoodie, with the brightest smile he had ever seen, he knew this was the most beautiful thing he’d ever see.

you looked at him and he swore that he would never be able to look at anyone else. he smiles brightly, this time though, his eyes sparkled so brightly you could see the stars in them. he smiled so brightly that even his freckles couldn’t compare. he was absolutely stunning.

you walked up to him slowly, planning your next move. you stood right in front of him and grabbed his cheeks. he looks at you a bit confused until you finally kiss his nose, then you let go and kiss his cheeks.

he stood there silently, his bright smile seeming even brighter after those kisses. he lets out a quiet giggle when he sees you smiling at him. he hugs you tightly and nuzzles his face in your neck mumbling a soft ‘thank you.’

you smile and play with his hair gently before kissing the side of his neck lightly. he giggles a bit before he lets go and walks up to his room.

you turn to go to the kitchen only to be stopped by jeongin and hyunjin blocking your way.

“we saw that (y/n)!” jeongin cheers quietly.

“yea! just tell him you like him already!” hyunjin shoves you lightly. “there’s no way he doesn’t like you back pabo! did you see that cute little smile! he’s completely gone for you!”

“yah! you pabo! shut up what if he hears!” you hide your face in felix’s hoodie.

“yea! and those cute giggles! come on (y/n) he really likes you!” jeongin pokes your shoulders as he speaks.

“but felix is felix! the cutest, most talented, meme boy to walk the planet! and i am not as cute or talented, but i am a meme! and he’s such a cute baby boy!” you pout softly.

“yah! (y/n) i’m not a baby!”

“yes you are felix shut up. we’re trying to talk about felix right no-“ you cut yourself off and turn around. there was the beautiful boy you were just talking about dressed in a blue cut off shirt and sweats. “oh dear fucking heck.”

“i’m not a baby!” he pouts softly.

you take a few seconds to truly admire him. his arms weren’t big but you could tell he works out a little.

‘wow he looks so good right now.’ you think to yourself with a shy smile.

he walks over to you slowly with a slight smirk playing in his face.

“i’ll prove it to you.”

he hesitates a bit before pulling you in for a sweet yet rough kiss. the type of kiss that leaves you breathless even minutes after. the type of kiss people talk about in the movies. the kiss that truly shows how both of you feel about each other.

felix pulls away and bites his lip, looking you straight in the eyes.

“that was...” you say softly.

“wow.” he leans in again and kisses you.

jeongin giggles quietly, nudging hyunjin’s shoulder. hyunjin smiles softly.

“cute.” he mumbles and pulls jeongin into his chest.

after a few seconds felix pulls away with a smile.

“so can this be a double date now?” he giggles quietly, unable to keep the happiness in.

“sure!” you say cheerfully and pinch his cheeks.

“finally!” hyunjin yells and walks towards the fort with jeongin.

“what movie are we gonna watch?” you say with a smile and follow the other two into the fort.

“i say we watch hercules!” jeongin claps and snuggles up to hyunjin.

“aw shit! here we go again.” felix mumbles with a soft laugh as he climbs in and cuddles up next to you. he smiles as he kisses your forehead.

in the end it doesn’t really matter what you watched. you end up falling asleep in felix’s arms shortly after the movie starts, and he would never have it any other way.

#stray kids felix #lee felix fluff #lee felix au #lee felix

[taekookismylifeline]

Title: Collateral (of love and bullets) Pairing: Yoongi/Hoseok Synopsis: Jung Hoseok may not be as successful as he wished to be when he was younger. Instead of being a dance instructor in his own dance studio, he worked full-time at a local supermarket – but at least he is happy, living with his boyfriend of two years, Min Yoongi, in a not-so-crappy apartment in the city. However, when he gets caught up in a robbery at his bank and his boyfriend disappears, his happiness is challenged, along with everything he thought he knew about the people he holds dear.

Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Chapter Six -  two brothers: one of them wants to take you apart

Jinnie ><: hey Seokie Jinnie ><: Yoon said anything more to you?

Hoseok blinked at his phone, slowing his pace down and causing him to bump into a few people dashing by him to get to sales.

You: wdym?

He turned into the bakery – the one his mum would always take him to at the end of the week for a treat if he was well-behaved. It was nice to be home, incredibly nostalgic, and he always welcomed a home-cooked meal.

Jinnie ><: well, about why he was gone

Hoseok sighed. Seokjin had been more bizarre than usual over the last few weeks. He had left his apartment to get away from all of that. As well as things being weird between him and Yoongi.

You: I know he told you because he told me he did You: Seung passed away You: he doesn’t like to talk about it, and I don’t blame him

He was next in line and he picked out something distractedly, something with cream. He hurried out of the store, the snack wrapped in his pocket. He would go to the park his father would always take him and Dawon, eat on the bench, and maybe call Dawon – he hadn’t seen her in a good few months since after the wedding.

Jinnie ><: you don’t really believe that, do you?

Hoseok stared down at his screen blankly. He didn’t believe what he had read, but he didn’t get the proper chance to as the text disappeared quickly to be replaced by Seokjin’s contact icon.

Hoseok hesitated before accepting the call.

“What are you talking about?” Hoseok asked, frustration beginning to build.

“Hey, Seok, listen, think about it for a minute. Yoon stopped visiting his brother years ago, right? When was the last time?”

“I don’t know,” Hoseok exhaled, checking the time on the clock of the mall, hoisted up in the middle of the escalators. “Maybe two years back. When we first started dating, he visited Seung a few times.”

“So, the last time he visited Seung was two years ago then, and then out of nowhere he pays him a visit?” Seokjin wasn’t playing around; the scepticism in his voice was honest.

“He passed away, Jin, what more do you want?” Hoseok snapped, sitting on the nearest bench and hissing into his phone.

“But he had a rare disease. Surely if it was so serious, Yoon would have visited him more often. Why did he stop visiting his brother for two years when he did it often before?”

Hoseok stared ahead, briefly seeing the people walk by each other, thick coats and scarves. It was nearing the winter holiday season. He and Yoongi should be spending it together really, but it was not to be. He had been feeling numb ever since he had arrived back in his hometown a week ago, even talking with his mum hadn’t helped.

“What are you talking about?” Hoseok forced out through the lump in his throat. “I don’t understand why you’re always doing this – Yoon… he’s going through a lot, and I don’t think he’d appreciate one of his best friends to be second-guessing every little thing.”

Seokjin was silent on the other end of the line. All Hoseok could hear was the loud hum of people talking, couples laughing and children exclaiming excitedly.

“Something’s not right, Seok.” Seokjin sounded weary. “We know it. You know it, deep down.”

“No. I do know something’s not right,” Hoseok spat, “it’s not right when you doubt your friends’ reason for mourning. What would he think of you? Why are you calling me? Are you trying to split us up for good or something?”

“Seok-”

“You know what? I don’t care. Don’t you dare approach him about this. Leave him alone. Obviously, you have no respect for him or his loss, so don’t contact us until you’re ready to have some common courtesy.”

Hoseok hung up with vigour, leaning back on the bench to breathe in deeply. He felt his lungs fill with air and his stomach-ache with something he couldn’t sate.

A girl was staring at him on the opposite bench, she looked frightened as if he hadn’t threatened her livelihood. He hated being under scrutiny, so he took off, phone burning in his pocket.

He should call Yoongi, he couldn’t help but consider as he marched up the escalator. It was a stupid thought; he was angry, miserable and confused. He wouldn’t be any use to Yoongi like that, then again, he had no idea how he could be useful to him.

Hoseok had gone back home because Yoongi had approached him one evening, three days after Hoseok had asked about sex, and told him that he was going away for a few days. A trip for himself, he had told Hoseok, and it wasn’t personal, but something he had to do for himself to get into the right headspace.

Hoseok, not wanting to spend lonely, mundane nights in the apartment for an uncertain amount of time once again, had left for home the morning Yoongi had left. He had taken Yoongi’s note with him: ‘I’m sorry about this, I’ll be back soon and then we can talk. I’m really sorry. None of this is your fault and I know this isn’t fair to you. I just don’t know what to do. I love you, Y.’

He had left his own note in return, and looking back, he was ashamed of it: ‘It’s fine, I understand. I’m going home for a bit, maybe until Christmas. Call me when you read this. I love you, too. Hobi.’ It was very plain considering everything he had wanted to say to Yoongi.

Truthfully, he didn’t really understand. Then again, he had never lost a sibling or a parent, or anyone at all. In that way, he was lucky, but Yoongi had not been blessed with the same fortune. Perhaps Yoongi was on a pilgrimage, maybe he had returned home to his own birthplace, or sorting things out with his parents. He had no idea.

His mum had told him to be patient. She had hugged him like he was a kid all over again and told him that it would all sort itself out, he simply had to have faith. So, he was trying to. But it was hard. Harder than it had to be.

Lost in his musings, he found his feet had brought him to the music shop him and his friends always visited after school, shopping for a bargain on mixtapes or CDs by niche underground artists.

The place had been done up since he had last been, which was two years and a bit ago. The colour palette had changed from dingy blue decorated with yellow ‘sale’ signs to a flashy red. It was a nice change and he found comfort in it.

He wondered over to the ‘overseas artists’ aisle, searching for nothing in particular, his thoughts caught between music and Yoongi. He almost didn’t notice the sales assistant approach him.

“Hey, man, can I help you with anything?”

This sales assistant wasn’t like the ones that worked at the store when he was younger. He wasn’t one of those surly guys who were barely legally old enough to work, and who had yelled at him for making too much noise about an album he was excited about. No. This sales assistant looked nice. He was smiling something earnest.

Hoseok smiled back, despite the numbness. “It’s fine, thanks. I’m just browsing.”

“Not looking for an international artist?” the sales assistant nodded towards the sign spelling ‘overseas artists’.

“Oh, no, I was just looking. I haven’t been here in ages,” Hoseok found himself admitting. He was hoping the guy would just nod and walk away before he opened his mouth and began spilling his childhood story to a stranger, but the assistant stayed put.

“Oh, really? You live nearby?” the assistant carried on, his expression smoothing out from being polite to being genuinely curious.

“Kinda,” Hoseok shrugged. He wasn’t too sure where he belonged right now. The sales assistant looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to finish. “Is there anything you recommend?” he gestured to the racks of CD’s in front of him.

The guy threw him another earnest smile. “Of course. It depends what you’re into, of course.”

Hoseok deliberated, unsure of whether to go on a music-based spiel or make some vague excuse and leave. He didn’t want to be on his own right now, and the sales assistant seemed to be friendly. What was the harm?

“I like hip hop. R&B too. I used to come here all the time for Monster Rabid’s new stuff,” Hoseok said, and found the assistant’s face light up.

“Oh, man. Have you listened to their new EP?” Hoseok shook his head. “You’re missing out. Come here, we can line it up on the jukebox.”

“Oh, really? It’s still here?” Hoseok asked, laughing in bewilderment. The age old music player which he and his school friends harassed on the daily, occasionally chasing out a few older patrons who had often visited for vinyls by blasting their current favourite tunes.

Looking back clearly, it was a wonder he had never received a life ban. He supposed the number of purchases he made cancelled out any chance of being kicked out for good.

The store did, in fact, have a jukebox. It was smaller than Hoseok remembered, and more battered too. Maybe another group of schoolchildren had come in and terrorised it once him and his friends had graduated. The thought drew an easy smile to his lips.

“Here she is,” the assistant introduced, as if gesturing to someone extraordinary.

Hoseok laughed as the assistant flipped through the song book. “It’s the same one from when I used to come here as a kid.”

The assistant smiled up at him. His dimples were rather prominent, Hoseok didn’t know how he hadn’t registered them before.

“It’s an OG then,” he said, “or maybe they just couldn’t afford to replace it.”

Hoseok hadn’t expected the sly comment and let out a burst of laughter he had to muffle. The assistant laughed with him, hiding his smile in the song book.

“Are they really that cheap?” Hoseok asked, dropping his volume so that the familiar strict-looking older man standing behind the cash register wouldn’t hear them.

“Well, put it like this, they’re short-staffed and they insisted on only have two people work today,” the assistant muttered, punching the song number into the jukebox.

“Wait, so you and the manager are the only ones on shift?” Hoseok asked, a familiar sense of dread brooding in his stomach. He hated being understaffed at work; the pressure only added to the anxiety he felt in his gut.

The assistant sucked in a breath and nodded just as the familiar chords started playing. “Yeah... it’s about as much fun as it sounds.”

Hoseok laughed in an accompanying manner. “I feel for you, man.”

“Yeah, it’s a worker’s demise. You work?” he asked and Hoseok nodded, silently asking for the songbook the assistant kept leafing through.

“Yeah. Retail.”

The guy nodded, a knowing smile turning up the corners of his lips. “Ah. So you do feel my pain.”

“All too well,” Hoseok mock-lamented, and the assistant chuckled.

There was a brief pause in which Hoseok appreciated the music and the lull in thoughts.

“I’m Lee Chinhae, by the way,” the assistant introduced, holding out his hand, “I would have loved to have pointed to my name-tag, but I’m new here, so I haven’t had one made yet.”

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[hungline]

for us, you’ll stay

pairings: jihope, side vmon and yoonkook  genre: fluff, angst, fake relationship au, adoption au, rated pg15  warnings: kid!seokjin, vomiting, mild sexual content, dry humping, an overload of cuteness   a/n: written for the first round of the jihope love exchange held by @jihope-love!  words: 8720 

summary: Namjoon is the mastermind behind Hoseok's life, but all Hoseok wants is to bring little Seokjin home. Park Jimin says he can help him with that.

"Don't you think you might be putting too much work into this?" Namjoon asks over his drink, eyes glued to the indoor playground in the McDonald's they find themselves at.

Hoseok doesn't bother looking over at the younger, much too focused on watching a tiny body in particular climb up the playground before they're pushing their way towards the slide through the other children. "No."

Namjoon clicks his tongue and peeks a glance over at Hoseok who still hasn't torn his gaze away. "It's just, you've already spent a lot of money, Hobi. You sure it's worth it?"

"I do," Hoseok answers immediately because to even think otherwise would be untrue.

Namjoon is now staring at him head on and Hoseok sighs before turning, angling his body into a position where he can see both the playground and Namjoon. Hoseok grabs his drink off the table in front of them and sips carefully, waiting for Namjoon to say what he wants to say.

"Hobi," Namjoon says, pausing afterward and shaking his head, thinking better of it. "Hoseok. I just...I don't know if this is a good idea."

Hoseok swallows his Coke, lips turning down at the corners in the semblance of a frown because Hoseok doesn't know how to properly frown. "Namjoonie, I appreciate the concern, but I'm absolutely sure about this. Have been for three years already."

"I know you are, Hobi. That's not what I mean. You've spent a lot of money and time on this. I'm worried that even with all that, you won't get what you want in the end," Namjoon murmurs quietly, biting down on his bottom lip afterward. "I don't want this to go down in flames on you."

"Even if the outcome isn't what I want, I'll be okay," Hoseok replies, eyes back on the playground. "I know my chances are slim, I don't think you know how tired I am of hearing that from social workers, but I gotta try. I couldn't live with myself if I didn't."

"It's just...wouldn't it be easier if you got married?" Namjoon asks.

Hoseok laughs, eyes trailing towards the lone figure who waves at him from the topmost dope of the playground. He waves back, his heart fluttering in his chest. "Are you proposing to me, Joon? I always thought you might, but you're practically married to Tae already and you could have at least been more romantic. I mean, McDonald's? Really?"

Namjoon pales, ducking his head as he shoves a few fries into his mouth. "I'm not offering at all. You'll need to wine and dine me first before I even consider marriage. Especially a marriage with you. And I'm sorry to say it, but McDonald's really doesn't cut it."

"I apologize. I didn't realize you were a high maintenance kind of guy," Hoseok chuckles, sipping on his drink once more. "But you were the one who mentioned marriage, not me."

Namjoon opens his mouth to reply, but whatever he was going to say is interrupted by Hoseok holding his arms wide open and straightening up in his seat. A little body throws itself into his embrace, bulldozing right in until a head of black, messy hair is tickling Hoseok's chin.

"Hobi! Hobi!" A high-pitched voice squeals out. "Can we come again?"

Hoseok laughs, doing his best to control the squirming little boy in his lap. "Sure. Next week when Mrs. Kim lets me take you out again, we'll come back here. That sound okay?"

"I wish we could come here every day!" The boy says, voice higher now with excitement. "I wish you would adopt me already so we could play here every day!"

The expression on Hoseok's face freezes momentarily before he defrosts and smiles again, smoothing the boy's hair down. Namjoon watches it all happen with wide eyes, an unknown emotion curling in his chest when Seokjin mentions the adoption. Hoseok is still all smiles and gleaming teeth and really, who was Namjoon to ever doubt him?

Hoseok really couldn't live with himself if he didn't try.

"I should've known something was up when you mentioned me getting married," Hoseok says as he leans back into his seat, arms crossed over his chest, his eyes boring holes into Namjoon's chest.

Namjoon waves his hand nonchalantly and lifts one side of his mouth into a smile. "He hasn't even agreed to it yet! He wants to meet us first and then meet Jinnie. Don't be so you about it."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Hoseok raises a brow in question, his mouth curving down at the edges again. "Are you saying I react to things badly?"

"Well, yeah...pretty much. Almost all the time, if I'm going to be very honest," Namjoon admits sheepishly, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck as he does. "It's not like you can deny it! You know it as well as I do. As well as any of our friends do."

Hoseok sighs and tilts his head back on the booth's seat. "Run this whole thing by me again."

"His name is Park Jimin. He's twenty-seven years old. Has a bachelor's degree, steady job, and a dog, I think. Old college acquaintance of mine that I ran into last week and I kind of mentioned you and your situation to him, which somehow turned into me arranging a marriage between you two," Namjoon recites, as if from memory, before flushing at Hoseok's unamused expression. "Actually, I'm not sure about the dog, but he talked about wanting one so maybe that's why I mentioned it."

Hoseok doesn't bother saying anything for a little while longer, deciding to just ignore everything and hope this is a dream. Namjoon coughs awkwardly, warranting Hoseok's attention once more.

"If it's any consolation," Namjoon says, hands pushing his hair away from his face. "He used to be a dancer back in college too."

It's from their many years of friendship that Namjoon is able to tell that snippet of information pleases Hoseok plenty just from the sideways tilt of his head paired with his mouth screwed up in faked distaste. Hoseok lets his eyes roam over the diner, feeling a little nervous as he waits for this mysterious Park Jimin, that Namjoon used to be close to back in college, show up. Namjoon hadn't dressed up for the occasionーor maybe meeting would be a better word for thisーbut Hoseok had, if only slightly.

The blazer makes him look smart, mature, a grown-up through and through. However, the mismatched socks Hoseok wears do not.

Hoseok doesn't have a lot of faith in Namjoon's matchmaking abilities, but if someone's willing to marry Hoseok, that would make the adoption process for Seokjin run a lot more faster on Hoseok's end at least. Hoseok's waited three years to adopt Seokjin, but even he is pushing past his limit of patience. He wants to take Seokjin home and after all these years, it seems only right that he does all he can to make that possible.

Namjoon is the reason Hoseok had met Seokjin in the first place and for that, Namjoon will always have a special place in Hoseok's life.

Namjoon's mother is a foster parent and Namjoon has been accustomed to always having foster kids in his house while growing up. He'd thought his mother was done housing kids until he and Hoseok returned back to their hometown after graduating and found that Namjoon's mother had taken Seokjin in, a little boy of three with no parents, no family, and no home.

Hoseok had been drawn into Seokjin's orbit from the very first moment he laid eyes on him. There was an undeniable pull of something always pushing him forward into Seokjin's path when he and Namjoon would visit Namjoon's mother. Seokjin welcomed the two men with open arms, an impish grin spread wide across his face as he charmed his way slowly into Hoseok's heart. He liked making puns and telling jokes, his little face scrunching up whenever he laughed and Hoseok had just absolutely melted in Seokjin's hands.

If he's being honest, Hoseok doesn't really remember the exact moment he decided he wanted to adopt Seokjin. It had just, well, happened.

But it's not like Hoseok has regretted his decision. He never has and he knows that he never will. Seokjin is a big part of his world and being away from him makes Hoseok feel something close to homesickness.

Seokjin holds him in the palm of his small, grubby hand, a devilish smile on his face. Maybe that should scare Hoseok. It's definitely scared Namjoon and the rest of their friends, but the way Hoseok sees it, he's very willing to do what it takes for him to finally bring Seokjin home.

He's twenty-eight, single, has a steady job and he's graduated from college. He doesn't really know if he's ready to be a parent, per say, but what he does know is that he loves Seokjin with all he's got and that's enough to make him wait through three years of agony and torture as Hoseok tries with all his might to adopt the little boy that stole his heart.

"Oh, he's here! Sit up and tuck your shirt in!" Namjoon hisses under his breath, leaning over the table to fix Hoseok's collar as he pulls the elder out of his thoughts.

Hoseok almost wants to laugh at how all over the place Namjoon is right now, but instead, he simply prods Namjoon back into his seat and turns to face Jimin.

It feels like Hoseok's falling in love for the first time all over again.

Jimin is, for lack of a better word, beautiful. Black, styled hair that parts just the right away on Jimin's face, chubby cheeks that are screaming at Hoseok to pinch them, and big, plush lips Hoseok wants to kiss over and over and over again. Jimin smiles at him, a hand held out for Hoseok to shake and Hoseok stands, a tiny thrill running through him when he sees that he's taller than Jimin. They shake hands, but Hoseok leaves the introductions to Namjoon, afraid he might blurt out all the ways he'd like to make Jimin breakfast in bed and pamper him out loud.

"Chim!" Namjoon stands as well, enveloping Jimin into a hug and Hoseok smiles at their difference in heights, his heart racing wildly in his chest. "Glad you could make it. This is Hoseok. Hobi, this is Jimin."

"Nice to meet you," Jimin says, smiling wide at Hoseok.

Hoseok's eyes zone in on the snaggletooth of Jimin's front tooth, smiling at it before meeting Jimin's gaze. "Likewise. Why don't you have a seat?"

Jimin smiles back, nodding in response and blushing a light pink when Hoseok hurries to make room on his side of the booth for Jimin to sit. Namjoon clicks his tongue at him, fingers flicking at Hoseok's elbow before he can turn away and Hoseok hisses, holding his arm to his chest as he settles himself back down. Jimin blinks at them, a bit confused but still happy to be present anyway.

"So, you're trying to adopt. Right?" Jimin asks as soon as they're all settled, throwing them right into the thick of things.

Hoseok nods, licking his chapped lips before he speaks. "Yes. Been in the system for three, almost four, years now."

Jimin nods, all business-like. "Well, from what Namjoon's told me. You went to college. You have a steady job, steady income, your own place and no debt."

"I don't know about not having any debt. Student loans are a pain in the ass to pay off," Hoseok says sheepishly, eyes trailing towards Namjoon to pin him with his gaze before returning back towards Jimin. "But, yeah. You're pretty right."

"I thought so," Jimin hums, chin resting on his palms now. "But, you're a single man. Unmarried. And I'm going to guess, no girlfriend either, right?"

Hoseok bristles at the implication, something unknown rising up within him, compelling him to correct Jimin. "No boyfriend actually."

Jimin pauses, eyes raking over Hoseok's face carefully before nodding again, turning towards Namjoon now. "Why don't you two get married then? You're both single, right?"

Namjoon sputters just as Hoseok chokes, having to thump his chest a few times before his airways are clear enough for him to breathe again. "No. Namjoon's seeing someone right now. And it'd be weird dating my, like, cousin seventh-removed or something like that."

"Oh," Jimin murmurs, eyes going wide. "Wait, you're related?"

Hoseok laughs, shaking his head while Namjoon hastens to answer. "No, but we may as well be. Hobi is like a brother to me. Nothing more and nothing less."

Jimin smiles a little, nodding his head slowly. "Okay. I see the problem with that then."

Namjoon nods desperately, eyes still a little watery as Hoseok presses his palm to his chest, trying to force himself to calm down, laughter still wanting to escape him. Jimin looks between them, fingers tapping against his cheek in thought. Hoseok half-wonders why no one has come to take their order yet, but he forgets about that when Jimin speaks up again.

"Alright. Well, I'm currently single, kind of need a new place to live and I wouldn't mind marrying you to help you with the adoption process. Lord knows that takes years and most single parents never even get the kid they're trying to take in," Jimin says through pursed lips, meeting Hoseok's gaze, before looking at Namjoon then back again. "Of course, the marriage has to be believable so we'll need to live together and wait a few weeks before you go proclaiming your marital status at the adoption agency. What agency are you with, by the way?"

Hoseok supplies the name immediately, without having to think and Jimin nods as if he approves, the corners of his mouth lifted upwards.

"Good. Good. They're one of the best. You're smart to have picked them," Jimin says with a smile, eyes crinkling up to smile along with him and Hoseok knows he's absolutely screwed.

His gay heart can only take so much cuteness before it completely combusts.

"How do you know so much about this, may I ask? Did Namjoon tell you all of this?" Hoseok asks, curiosity getting the better of him.

Jimin looks between the two men, addressing Hoseok first. "Namjoon didn't tell you? I'm a social worker." Then, turning to Namjoon, "Why didn't you tell him that?"

Hoseok doesn't know whether that news is good or bad, he's more or less just focused on the fact that Jimin is actually on board about the whole marriage thing. Which means, Hoseok's going to have one smoking, hot husband, and Seokjin, his little boy too.

Namjoon shrugs, answering Jimin's question. "Don't know. Guess it slipped my mind."

Jimin studies Namjoon carefully for a long moment before sighing and speaking again. "Well, in any case, I'm a social worker so I know a lot about the adoption process and which are the best agencies to apply to. Can I ask what you do?"

Hoseok licks his lips, mouth suddenly dry. "Uh, I'm an accountant. Manager of my floor."

Jimin nods. "Oh, good. Then you're very financially stable. No need to worry then."

Namjoon speaks up then. "So you're willing to get married with Hobi, ChimChim?"

"Yep," Jimin answers immediately, smiling wide again and Hoseok lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "I don't mind it. We have to stay married for at least a year before we can divorce though. Otherwise, you'll be put under scrutiny and a ton more interviews with a flood of different social workers and I don't think you want to run the risk of losing...Seokjin, was it?"

Hoseok nods, his hair flopping into his face with the action. "Kim Seokjin. Age nine. Cutest thing on this side of the planet."

Jimin gazes at him with something strange in his eyes, but Hoseok doesn't get the chance to decipher it before Jimin's speaking again. "I'd like to meet him. Soon. But first, living arrangements. We need to make this believable for when the social worker assigned to your case holds family and friend interviews since I'm assuming you never mentioned getting married to them?"

Hoseok shakes his head no, then bites his lip. "I do have another meeting with her in three days though. Should I mention it then?"

"Yes. Please do. Tell her the wedding will be in a month and whatever you do, do not show any hesitation. Social workers always assume someone's lying when they hesitate to answer. Got it?" Jimin informs him, hands held together on the table.

"Got it," Hoseok says, then looks at Namjoon. "Can we get a wedding ready in a month?"

Namjoon taps his chin as he runs different variables through his head, calculating numbers easily and crossing a few things off his imaginary list. "It can be done. Albeit, some things will be missing, like the church aspect of it, but we could hold it in your backyard. It's big enough. Flowers might be difficult though, florists always like having at least two or three months notice about arrangements when it comes to weddings. I can get you the cake no problem though. Decorations too. And hmm..."

"Hmm?" Hoseok asks, eyes wide as he waits for Namjoon to continue.

"I think the only problem would be explaining it to your parents and some of our friends. But the wedding, I can definitely make that happen within a month. No problem," Namjoon finishes with a nod, certain of his abilities.

Hoseok lets out a heavy breath of relief, sagging into his side of the booth before he turns to meet Jimin's gaze, smiling at him. "I can handle my parents and friends part, can you?"

Jimin smiles back at him. "Definitely."

A waitress finally appears at their table, apologizing for the wait and Hoseok doesn't blame her when he realizes she's the only one waiting on tables in the diner right now. They order quickly, a little wary of the frazzled look in her eyes as she takes their order and repeats it back to them before disappearing towards the kitchen, shouting out the order at the cook. Hoseok breathes easier once she's gone, barely noticing that he's leaning on Jimin a little.

"Oh," Namjoon speaks up again, eyes wide. "Living arrangements, you mentioned that, right Chim?"

"Yeah, we need to figure out living arrangements," Jimin nods back, gaze pinning Hoseok to his seat.

Hoseok gulps before speaking. "My bed is big enough for two. I have enough space in my house for you to move in, if you'd want to and if you don't mind sharing the bed. We have to make it believable, right?"

"Right," Jimin nods carefully back. "I can have my things in by the end of next week if that's okay?"

"Definitely okay," Hoseok hastens to reply, smile spread wide across his face. "So we have all our bases covered now, I think."

"Yep," Namjoon replies, smiling wide when the waitress returns with their drinks before dashing down to help clean the spill a toddler made at another booth. "Wedding, moving in, marriage, telling your family and friends. That's pretty much everything."

Jimin smiles, nodding again. "All our bases are covered then. When I can meet Seokjin?"

"Tomorrow, if you have time. Namjoon's mom is letting me take him to the amusement park tomorrow with Namjoon tagging along," Hoseok replies, nervous smile taking up most of the space on Hoseok's face.

"Yeah, I can do tomorrow. Tomorrow's Saturday, anyway. I always have the weekends off," Jimin answers with a matching smile, albeit less nervous than Hoseok's. "Do you have any photos of him?"

Hoseok pulls his phone out and presses the home button, showing Jimin his lockscreen. It's a photo of him and Seokjin making funny faces at the camera. Seokjin's eyes are alight with delight and happiness, Hoseok's own bright and shining. Jimin smiles down at the screen, finger coming out to tap the edge of Seokjin's face.

"You know, he kind of looks like you," Jimin says quietly, as if he's afraid of someone else overhearing.

Namjoon beams at them from across the table. "That's what I've been telling him for years. He never listens to me."

"That's 'cause I don't see it. We don't look anything alike, Joonie," Hoseok guffaws, quieting down when Jimin calmly puts a hand on his elbow.

"No, it's not about your features, it's about the look in your eyes," Jimin murmurs quietly, pressing the home button again to show Hoseok his lockscreen again. "It's the same."

Hoseok stares down at the screen of his phone, eyes swiveling from Seokjin's eyes to his own in the photo. "Oh."

He doesn't really see it like Jimin and everyone else might, but he does get what they're trying to tell him though. Before he can say anything more, their food has arrived and Hoseok thanks their waitress, setting a mental reminder to tip her kindly for how hard she's been working the diner by herself. Jimin looks up at Hoseok and holds his drink out to him.

"Cheers then?" Jimin asks.

Hoseok holds his drink up, waiting until Namjoon has done the same before they all clink their cups together, taking a swig then setting them done all at once and digging into their food.

He doesn't say it, but Hoseok is really grateful to have a friend like Namjoon.

Hoseok feels like his heart is trying its hardest to beat its way out of his chest. His breath burns in his lungs and as his stomach rolls again, Hoseok curses rollercoasters with all his might once again.

There's a hand rubbing his back and it's the only good that's come out of this.

Well, that's a lie. It's not the only good thing that's come out of their trip to the amusement park. Seokjin's clear delight and never faltering smile are definitely other good things that have come out of this too.

Hoseok heaves into the trashcan again and the hand on his back rubs a little faster, a little smoother before it stills as Hoseok stands upright and stumbles toward the closest bathroom. Jimin, Namjoon, and Seokjin are close on his tail, worry in their eyes as he finds the bathroom and enters, making a beeline for the sink where he splashes water onto his face and gargles it in his mouth, trying to get rid of the acidic taste of vomit in his mouth. Jimin still has a hand on Hoseok's back, rubbing soothingly once more.

Seokjin tugs on his hand and gives him some paper towels to wipe his face off with. Hoseok accepts them graciously, smiling gratefully at the little boy before cleaning himself thoroughly.

"Hobi, you good, man?" Namjoon asks then, arms heavy with all their bags.

Hoseok nods holding his hand out for his and Seokjin's bags. "Yeah. I'm good. No more rides for me though. I'll watch the stuff while you guys ride."

"But it's no fun if you don't go," Seokjin protests, his little face stricken as Hoseok smiles down at him, about to answer before Jimin interrupts him.

"Hobi's feeling a little sick, Jinnie," Jimin murmurs quietly, hand held out for Seokjin to take. "We don't want him to get even sicker, do we?"

"No," Seokjin replies immediately, his hand fitting perfectly in Jimin's own. "I don't like it when Hobi's sick. He gets all green."

Jimin laughs, amused by the boy's observation. "Which is why he won't go on any more rides for today. He can go on the little ones with you if you want, Jinnie, but not the big ones." Jimin leans in and holds a hand over his mouth to make it seem like he's going to let Seokjin in on a big secret, but that's thrown out the window when Jimin's voice is still loud enough for the others to hear. "The big ones scare him."

Seokjin giggles, delighted that he was trusted with a secret, and holds his other hand out for Hoseok to take. "It's okay, Hobi. I'll protect you."

Hoseok laughs, taking another bag Namjoon hands him while he lets his palm engulf Seokjin's own. "Oh, look at my little man. All big and strong."

Seokjin smiles wide, giggling again as he swings his arms and leads the way out of the bathroom, Namjoon trailing behind the trio. They go on a few more rides, stopping for lunch and some ice cream when the sun reaches its highest point in the sky. Hoseok eats slowly, taking in every little detail around them.

It's hot out, but Hoseok had been sure to apply sunscreen to Seokjin's little face and arms, not wanting him to get burnt by the sun's hot rays. Hundreds of people are milling about, a few sitting at tables nearby as they eat while others walk past, on the hunt for another rollercoaster to ride. There are children screaming and babies wailing but that's nothing compared to the happiness on Seokjin's face, making everything Hoseok's ever done worth it.

Although he had been nervous when they arrived and Jimin hadn't been there at first. His brain had come up with so many scenarios of how Jimin had changed his mind and was now off dating some hot supermodel, but ultimately, it had boiled down to Jimin being caught in traffic and coming late is all. Hoseok nervously introduced Seokjin to Jimin, breath held in his lungs as he waited for something to happen.

And something did happen. Seokjin lit up from the inside and shyly introduced himself to Jimin, tugging at Hoseok's hand to make him lean down so Seokjin could whisper into his ear.

"He's pretty," Seokjin had murmured, not quiet enough for Jimin to pretend to not have heard him.

Namjoon had laughed and stuck his tongue out at Seokjin when he glared at him. Seokjin stuck his tongue back out at him in return, face screwed up in mild irritation while Namjoon continued to laugh. Jimin only smiled at the whole thing, holding a hand out for Seokjin to take.

Hoseok's heart fluttered as Seokjin took it carefully, before holding his other hand for Hoseok to take as well. Hoseok's palm slid against Seokjin's without having to think about it and they made their way towards the amusement park gates like that, with Seokjin between them, already looking like a little family.

Now, Hoseok is wiping ice cream off Seokjin's face, laughing when the boy looks annoyed at the action. Namjoon whisks him away then to get more fries and while they stand in line, Jimin turns in his seat to prod Hoseok with his gaze alone.

"You're really good with him," Jimin says.

A warm feeling settles into Hoseok's chest as he watches Seokjin bounce up and down in line, playing a hand game with Namjoon. "I guess. I mean, I've known him for a long time."

"I can tell," Jimin supplies, smiling a little softer once Hoseok turns to meet his gaze. "He adores you, you know. And it's really clear to me that you adore him just as much."

Hoseok feels his face warm as well, smiling shyly back at Jimin. "Yeah. I love the little guy. With all my might."

They sit like that for a moment, eyes never leaving the other and Hoseok only startles the slightest bit when Jimin slides his hand across the table and puts it on top of Hoseok's. "If it were up to me, he'd have been yours a long time ago."

"Thank you," Hoseok murmurs, his eyes feeling a little wet and he blinks rapidly to make the feeling go away. "That means a lot."

It's a little while later that Hoseok finds himself sitting on a bench beside Seokjin, the sun barely beginning to set behind all the rides at the park. Namjoon and Jimin are on a ride that Seokjin was too short to board and so he sulked before Hoseok bought him another ice cream and sat them down. It's been quiet between them so far, Seokjin too busy licking up his ice cream before it can melt for Hoseok to ask him what he thinks of Jimin.

But he needn't have asked. Seokjin speaks up before he can, still lapping up his ice cream like his life depends on it. "I like him."

Hoseok already knows who he's talking about so he smiles and nods, holding a napkin out for Seokjin to take as he continues to devour his ice cream. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," Seokjin smiles at him. "You like him too. I can tell."

"Oh yeah?" Hoseok asks, amused at the boy's observation. "How do you know that?"

Seokjin licks his ice cream before he answers, wiping his mouth with the napkin afterward. "Your eyes sparkle when you look at him. You like like him."

Hoseok mulls the words over in his head, biting down on his lip before he speaks again, a little nervous. "And that's okay, right? Me like liking another boy?"

"Of course," Seokjin pauses, his ice cream already melting, eyes wide as he stares at Hoseok. "Why wouldn't it be? Doesn't Jiminnie like like you back?"

"No?" Hoseok answers confused but relieved that Seokjin is fine with him being gay.

Seokjin tilts his head to the side and goes back to eating his ice cream. "Yes, he does. His eyes sparkle when he looks at you too. You like like each other. Are you gonna get married?"

Hoseok laughs at how quickly Seokjin is jumping the gun. "Yes. We are, actually. In a month."

"I knew it. You like like each other," Seokjin nods, his ice cream almost gone now. "I can come to the wedding, right?"

"Of course," Hoseok holds a hand to his chest, gasping dramatically and laughing when Seokjin giggles at his theatrics. "I wouldn't want to get married without my best man."

Seokjin smiles back, ice cream smeared across the tip of his nose and chin before his brow furrows and he frowns. "When are you going to adopt me?"

"Soon," Hoseok answers immediately. "After Jimin and I get married, you're going to come live with us soon after. The adoption process is going to be a lot easier once I'm married to Jimin, Jinnie."

"Is that why you're getting married so fast?" He asks, his ice cream gone.

"Yes," Hoseok replies, not feeling right to lie to Seokjin about this.

"Okay," Seokjin replies before he wipes his face with the napkin and scrunches his nose up as Hoseok licks his thumb and rubs it into Seokjin's cheek to get the ice cream he missed there. "I can't wait until I get to go home with you...Dad."

Hoseok stills, eyes meeting Seokjin's. He feels frozen in this moment, not even blinking and startling when something wet spills over and trails down his cheek. Seokjin frowns and uses a clean part of his napkin to wipe the tear away, little hand pressed against Hoseok's other cheek.

"Are you okay?" Seokjin asks, worry in his voice.

"Yeah, I'm okay," Hoseok blinks, remembering that Seokjin being small doesn't mean he's unobservant or dumb. If anything, Seokjin is one of the brightest kids Hoseok has ever met. "Better than okay."

"Good," Seokjin smiles at him, letting his hand fall from Hoseok's face. "Can I have another ice cream, Dad?"

"Sure," Hoseok replies, automatically. "After we get dinner. Okay...son?"

Seokjin beams at him, hand held out for Hoseok to take and take he does. They sit on the bench a little longer, waiting for Namjoon and Jimin to finish their ride, with something heavy sitting on Hoseok's chest.

"Jimin, if you want to back out of this, you can," Hoseok says, feeling compelled to as they lay in bed the night before their wedding.

Jimin turns in the sheets, his eyes shining in the darkness of their room. "I don't want to back out, Hobi. I want to help you get Seokjinnie. He deserves a home."

Hoseok curls into himself, arms wrapped tight around his chest. "I want to bring him home. So badly. But what'll happen when we get divorced? Seokjin likes you a lot. I don't want him to be heartbroken when our marriage ends."

"And this is why you're going to be a great dad. You're always thinking of him first," Jimin replies easily, hand sliding out across the mattress to grip Hoseok's arm. "Let's worry about that when the time comes, okay? Right now, let's focus on the wedding tomorrow. You invited the social worker assigned to your case, right?"

"Yes. She said she'd attend," Hoseok replies immediately. "All our friends and family are going to be there. I really hope they believe us."

Jimin pulls himself a little closer under the covers, bringing warmth with him. "It'll be okay. You're going to be a great dad, Hobi."

Hoseok looks up to meet Jimin's eyes in the dark, his feelings swelling up in his chest again. Jimin's been living with him for almost a month now, sharing the same space and bed as him. It's impossible for Hoseok's feelings not to have grown with Jimin around so much. They've gotten into a little routine of theirs already too. Jimin cooks and Hoseok cleans, organizing everything.

Seokjin's room is neat and spotless, Jimin having helped him spruce it up a little with a new paint job and some of Seokjin's favorite books on the bookshelf. There are clothes in the drawers, a nightlight sitting atop the bedside drawer and the cutest alarm clock Hoseok could find right next to it.

They've gone on a few more outings with Seokjin since the amusement park trip as well and each time, Seokjin has melted Hoseok from the inside-out by calling him Dad. Jimin had raised his brows at the exchange first, reprimanding Hoseok later in private for letting Seokjin continue to call him that in case their plan doesn't work, but ultimately, he's grown used to it now. Jimin wasn't surprised when Seokjin told him he's happy they're getting married and Hoseok is lucky that the younger has taken everything in stride thus far.

But with the wedding less than fourteen hours away, Hoseok feels nervous. He really likes Jimin. Might even love him if he didn't know any better. Jimin is soft and sweet, but commanding and domineering as well. He's smaller than Hoseok but he makes up for that by making his presence known wherever he may go. He's gentle with kids and the gentlest when Seokjin is around.

When Jimin comes home from work, he's always tired and sleepy, but he makes dinner for them both anyway and takes a shower afterward while Hoseok cleans up. Sometimes, they'll sit on the couch, curled up on opposite ends while they watch something on the tv. Jimin always falls asleep when they do and Hoseok takes pleasure in picking Jimin up and shuffling his way towards their bedroom where he lays him down gently on the soft mattress.

When Hoseok wakes up in the morning, the first thing he sees is Jimin with his dark hair fanned out on his pillow like a halo of sorts. He drools a little in his sleep, but Hoseok thinks it's cute as he watches Jimin smush his face even further into the pillow underneath him. He never hogs the blanket though and more than once, Hoseok has woken up to Jimin clinging to him in sleep, arms wrapped tight around Hoseok's waist, mumbling something or other.

Sometimes there are moments when Hoseok looks up and finds that Jimin's gaze is already on him, a tilt to his head as if he's deep in thought. There's always something palpable in the air when neither of them looks away. Hoseok will feel compelled to say something to break the moment, but then Jimin will shake his head and look away, still deep in thought as he mumbles something to himself that Hoseok can't hear. It's strange and it's happened more times than Hoseok can count, but he doesn't know what to make of it.

Hoseok's heart races in his chest whenever they do domestic things together.

He's certain that he like likes Jimin, as Seokjin put it, but he isn't very sure what Jimin may think about all of this. When they touch, something electric runs through Hoseok's veins, and he always blushes, catching the smile on Jimin's face before they focus on whatever they may be doing. Jimin's doing a lot for him already and Hoseok doesn't want to push his feelings into the mix as well.

"Jiminie?" Hoseok asks, eyes still on Jimin's.

Jimin shifts closer. "Hm?"

"Can I kiss you?" Hoseok blurts out, his face feeling warm.

"Kiss me?" Jimin blinks, sounding more awake than he did a moment ago.

Hoseok nods, not knowing if Jimin can see him doing it or not. "Yeah. I don't want our first time kissing to be at the wedding, in front of all those people."

Jimin bites his lip, but scoots closer anyway, hand trailing across Hoseok's shoulder until he can feel Jimin's fingers twisting into the hairs on the back of Hoseok's neck. Hoseok doesn't really know what Jimin's going to do. The most they've done in public so far is hold hands or wrap an arm around the other's shoulders and also hug on occasion as well. But they've never kissed, not even on the cheek or some other innocent place like it.

Hoseok gulps, nervously waiting for Jimin's answer.

Another beat passes between them.

"Okay," Jimin croaks out, still moving closer until Hoseok can feel Jimin's knee press into his thigh.

Hoseok starts to move too, shifting underneath the covers to curve into the younger. "Okay."

He doesn't know who leans in first, but it doesn't seem to matter much when their lips brush against one another softly. Hoseok closes his eyes and moves his lips experimentally against Jimin's, a little in awe of the fact at how plush Jimin's lips are. Jimin moves in even closer, pressing himself against Hoseok and Hoseok puts a hand on his waist, pulling himself closer as well.

Their lips continue to move, first just soft presses against one another until Hoseok feels his lips part and his tongue darts out to outline Jimin's cupid's bow. Jimin's mouth falls open then, a gasp escaping him as Hoseok presses his body even further into Jimin's, his mouth far from gentle on Jimin's own now.

They're pressed chest to chest, Jimin's fingers tangled in Hoseok's hair and Hoseok doesn't know what makes him do it, but suddenly he's rolling them over until he's on top of Jimin, straddling his hips as he continues to kiss him. Jimin's hands grip his waist, leaning up into Hoseok's touch eagerly now, tongue clashing messily with his. Hoseok groans into Jimin's mouth when Jimin rolls his hips up, the hard press of his erection pressing into Hoseok's own.

With nothing but their pajama bottoms separating them, it's no surprise that Hoseok can feel how hard Jimin is already. What is surprising, however, is how hard Hoseok has gotten in such a short amount of time as well. Jimin rolls up again, greedy for the sounds Hoseok makes when he does and Hoseok complies, canting his own hips further as they move as one.

Jimin's lips are persistent against Hoseok's, but Hoseok doesn't find himself unwilling towards what Jimin's doing. He wants this. The air is hot and heavy around them, Hoseok shivering and groaning above Jimin with each roll of their hips. Jimin's fingers grip onto Hoseok's waist as he finds a new angle, moaning into Hoseok's mouth when their cocks rub against each other again.

Maybe Hoseok should feel weird about dry humping Jimin while they make out, but he really doesn't care as long as Jimin enjoys what they're doing as much as he is.

Between the kisses, Jimin whispers out, "I've been wanting to do this for a while."

Hoseok laughs above him, pressing a kiss to Jimin's mouth before he replies. "What? Dry hump each other?"

Jimin laughs as well, eyes sparkling in the darkness. "No. Kiss you."

"Oh," Hoseok murmurs, rocking his hips down, feeling his face crumple when Jimin ruts up into him and makes the elder see stars. "Me too. Oh, fuck, do that again. Please!"

Jimin complies, smiling when Hoseok presses his lips to his again.

Hoseok feels jittery all over.

The tie is tight around his neck, the suit feeling stiff. It's a rental, but still, Hoseok owns fancier and comfier suits than this one.

Namjoon is standing behind him as he fixes the back of his jacket and pants. His palms are sweaty and he knows he's shaking, but he isn't sure if it's excitement or nerves. Seokjin is sitting on a chair not too far away, feet swinging happily as he hums out a tune to himself. Hoseok watches him do it, trying to calm his breathing.

"Alright, you're ready," Namjoon says triumphantly as he steps away, a smile spread wide across his mouth. "Doesn't he look great, Jinnie?"

Seokjin looks up at the mention of his name, tugging at the collar of his own suit as he does. "Yeah, Dad. You look handsome. Minnie will like it."

Hoseok smiles too, holding his hand out for Seokjin to take. "Thanks, Seokjinnie."

Seokjin nods and smiles. "No problem, Dad. Can we go outside now? Joon said he would show me where I'm supposed to stand again."

"Sure thing, Jinnie," Namjoon replies, pushing Hoseok out of the room and into the hallway.

They walk down the stairs and Hoseok's immediately assaulted by his mother who's already crying as he walks outside. His father takes Seokjin's hand and follows them outside into the backyard. Hoseok blinks at the setup, impressed with just how well Namjoon is at his job.

Everything is white with peach accents, giving the entire thing a heaven-like feel to it. Taehyung, Namjoon's boyfriend, is standing by the altar already, being the only person Namjoon could find with a marriage license on such short notice after the judge they hired bailed out. Namjoon immediately zooms toward him, Hoseok hot on his heels while his mother, father and Seokjin follow after them.

At the altar, Seokjin tugs at Namoon's jacket to show him where to stand and Namjoon points out the spot graciously, letting Hoseok's mother take over from there while he latches onto his boyfriend. Hoseok is left with his father who smiles warmly at him, clapping a hand on his back as he congratulates him once again.

"You're doing, good, Seokie," his father says happily, eyes crinkling up with the force of his smile. "We're really proud of you."

"Thanks, Dad," Hoseok answers shyly, a matching smile on his face. "I'm really happy. Things are starting to look up."

His mother descends upon him then, hugging him fiercely. "My baby's getting married. My baby is getting married."

Hoseok laughs, patting his mother's shoulder in comfort. "Yeah, Mom. You've been saying that since I first told you."

"Because it's true! My baby's getting married," she replies, burrowing her face into his chest, holding him even tighter before his father intervenes to guide her towards their seats.

Namjoon kisses Taehyung quickly before stepping down to stand behind Seokjin. "I still can't believe I'm not your best man, by the way."

Hoseok laughs when Seokjin sticks his tongue out at Namjoon. "You're still a groomsman."

"Yeah, yeah. That's all I get to be even after planning everything and introducing you two. Thanks, Hobs. You really know how to treat a guy," Namjoon says, tone amused as he reaches over Seokjin to punch Hoseok in the arm.

"You can pay me back by not inviting me to your wedding with Tae in a few years. Deal?" Hoseok jokes.

Namjoon smiles, unabashed. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Well too bad, so sad. You're not getting out of it."

"You know me so well," Hoseok laughs, his palms beginning to tingle once again as the nerves creep back into this thoughts.

The guests are seated now, Jimin's own best man staring at Hoseok from across the aisle, with his older boyfriend beside him. Their names are Jeongguk and Yoongi and Yoongi had given Hoseok shit for being engaged to Jimin until he brought Seokjin around and the elder finally began to understand. Yoongi still doesn't agree with the whole thing, but he's here and that alone says more than the elder probably ever would. Plus, Hoseok knows that by the end of the year, things will be different.

The nerves come back full force as Taehyung steps forward, holding a hand up for the wedding barge to begin. Hoseok feels like all the breath has been knocked out of his chest when Jimin steps out into the backyard, clutching the arm of his father.

He's beautiful. His hair is styled perfectly, lips pink with his favorite lip tint, and if Hoseok isn't mistaken, he's pretty sure Jimin has eyeliner on as well. His suit fits him perfectly, accentuating every one of his highlights and Hoseok feels that maybe he really is in love after all as he watches Jimin walk down the aisle.

Jimin's father places his hand in Hoseok's and smiles at the two before returning to his seat. Hoseok curls his fingers around Jimin's smaller ones, smiling up at him with all he has. Jimin smiles back with the same level of enthusiasm, distracting Hoseok from all the important words Taehyung is reciting before them.

All Hoseok knows is that when Taehyung asks him if he'll take Jimin as his husband, he means it with every fiber of his being as he says, "I do."

On the night they finally bring Seokjin home, he sleeps between them in their bed.

Hoseok watches him sleep, the same smile that's been on his face all day never wavering. He thinks Jimin is asleep too, but he isn't very sure.

Jimin has one arm around Seokjin's waist, curled around the boy's back as he sleeps while the moonlight slanting through their curtains shines again Jimin's wedding ring. Hoseok's arm is over Jimin's on top of his son, Seokjin's face almost pressed into his chest. It's unbelievably warm under the blankets and Hoseok can still remember the look on Seokjin's face when he picked him up from Mrs. Kim's house earlier that day, the adoption papers in hand as Hoseok held his arms open for his son.

Jimin had been there too, quietly thanking Namjoon's mother for taking care of Seokjin and gathering his things for them. Jimin had put all of Seokjin's belongings in the trunk of Hoseok's car, hand on Hoseok's shoulder as he promised they'd visit again soon. Hoseok had stood up, cradling Seokjin to his chest as he kissed Namjoon's mother on the cheek and thanked her for taking care of Seokjin while he went through the adoption process.

Jimin had driven them home as well, letting Hoseok slide into the backseat with Seokjin and hold him even longer. Seokjin had cried the entire way, his face blotchy and red, snot dribbling down his face pitifully. When they got home, Hoseok had rushed Seokjin through the door, carrying him on his hip as he gave him a tour of their home while Jimin put Seokjin's things away in his room.

When Hoseok had shown Seokjin his room, Seokjin had bulldozed his way onto the bed, burrowing under the blankets while he sobbed into his pillow. Hoseok had rubbed his back, kissing the top of Seokjin's head whenever he could and eventually Seokjin had fallen asleep right there, his little body tired and wrung out. Hoseok plugged in the nightlight and left his door open before he went back downstairs and threw himself into Jimin's outstretched arms.

Hoseok clung to him until the tears had stopped and Jimin had kissed him, nice and slow and all sorts of comforting.

"Thank you," Hoseok had mumbled into the kiss, gripping onto Jimin's waist as if he never intended to let go. "Thank you. Thank you."

Jimin hadn't responded, but if the tears Hoseok felt against his lips weren't his own again, then they were Jimin's and that in itself, was an answer enough.

Now though, Hoseok is still watching the two. Jimin shifts around Seokjin, curling even closer into him and Hoseok smiles at the small movement.

Maybe Hoseok does love Jimin after all.

"Dad! Appa! Hurry!" Seokjin yells from the top of the hill where he stands, waving his arms to get Hoseok and Jimin's attention.

"We'll be right there, champ. Give your old man and I a break. We aren't young anymore," Hoseok yells back, almost tripping on another rock hidden in the grass beneath their feet.

Jimin laughs ahead of him. "I'm no old man. You're older than me, Hobi."

"You're still old. We're both old," Hoseok shoots back, an amused grin spread wide across his face.

Jimin's still laughing when he holds his hand out for Hoseok to take in his own. Once he does, Jimin's leading them up the hill, basket in his other hand while Hoseok holds a blanket to his chest. Seokjin smiles down at them, bending down when loud barking rings out and stands back up with Mickey, their new dog held in his arms.

When Hoseok and Jimin finally reach the top of the hill, Seokjin is sprawled across the grass with Mickey on his chest, licking his face enthusiastically. Hoseok hastens to spread the blanket out, rolling Seokjin on top of it when Mickey diverts his attention towards Jimin in an attempt to steal food, but Jimin hands him his squeaky toy and Mickey is distracted once more. Seokjin laughs as Hoseok lingers beside him, hand still on his side and instinctively, Hoseok finds his fingers flicking out to tickle his son.

Seokjin is eleven now, taller, but still oh so small and precious to Hoseok's heart. Precious to Jimin's heart as well if the way Seokjin curls into his lap the most and Jimin hums him a song as he strokes his hair is any indicator.

He and Jimin have been married for two years now, deciding to stay together once their one year anniversary came around. Hoseok hadn't been surprised because, during their first year together, Seokjin had fallen off the jungle gym at school, breaking his arm in the process, which had led to Jimin leaving panicked voicemails on Hoseok's cell as he rushed to pick up their son and take him to the ER. When Hoseok had finally been able to escape work, he'd found a teary-eyed Jimin being comforted by Seokjin with a fresh cast on his arm. That was when Hoseok realized Jimin loved Seokjin just as much as he did.

Seokjin giggles beneath his hand, curling on himself and rolling away from Hoseok to escape his tickle wrath, which only fuels Hoseok to chase after him, fingers held out before him in a somewhat menacing manner. Jimin chastises them for playing around before eating, but the fond smile on his face is enough to have Hoseok smile back at him before he leans in and kisses him on the mouth. Seokjin fakes a gagging noise and holds Mickey in his arms as protection when his fathers turn to face him.

Mickey is a horrible shield, as Seokjin soon finds out as Hoseok pulls him in between them and smothers his face in kisses, with Jimin following his example. Mickey barks in Seokjin's lap, wanting attention too, and Hoseok laughs before he kisses the top of Mickey's head then kisses Seokjin's cheek once more.

"My babies," Hoseok coos, kissing all three members of his family in various degrees. "My beautiful boys."

Jimin smiles at him as Hoseok kisses him again. "All yours, Hobi."

"Yeah, Dad," Seokjin laughs between them, still wiping his face with both of his sleeves in an attempt to cleanse himself of all the kisses he received. "Yours."

Mickey yips in agreement and Hoseok's heart swells with happiness.

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[sugar-petals]

⏗ Choking Gold (m.)

⏗ pairing // sub!jin x dom!reader ⏗ summary // an obedient mouth is all it takes when the cameras are running. gladly, your co-performer jin musters exactly that. ⏗ genre // smut one shot — pornstar au ⏗ word c. // 1.7k ⏗ warnings // dom/sub, bdsm, cameras, sex toys, deepthroat, mommy kink, aftercare, femdom, facefucking, breath play, orgasm denial

⏗ note // the second of my writing exercises. the goal is to scratch what i rely on the most and see how it turns out. first i omitted dialogue in pump jack (m), now I ditch my usual plot shebang. take care with the warnings, and enjoy. 

„Take five — And action!“

It’s colder since someone ventilated the area. Dimmed lights. Cameras rolling. The voices around the set become hushed. It’s only you and him now.

„How’s my baby liking it so far?“

Jin sniffles. Moaning and gargling. His hands grab at the sheets.

„Oh right. Can’t say anything with a golden dick in your mouth, can we.“

He’s stretched out. Your hand remains firmly in place and prolongs the motions. Jin’s dark eyes turn bigger when he realizes how quick the stabs become. How deep.

„Wide. Wide, baby, wide open. Use teeth, you know what happens. Remember what I said. You know it.“

Indistinct nods. He’s barely keeping up. Since you removed the pillow, his head is in an awkward position. The vibrator won’t cram in as smoothly without the proper bend in his windpipe. The swallows are heavy. But Jin won’t use his teeth. His lips struggle to close that way, but that’s how the script goes. At least he tries. Bobbing his head and shoving more length down. You hum in content. He’s doing well. 

„I see you do. Mommy gives you something to feel good. A lil’ reward if you will.“

Jin shifts around on the bed. Adjusting the dildo seems a little harder than you thought. Well. You glance toward the assistant, draw the vibrator from Jin’s throat. Less content. With more indignance. So they did it again. You sigh out loud. The crew gets moving.

„Cut!“

„Hey, what’s going on, Y/N?“ the director mumbles from behind the lighting team. There’s commotion in the room again. More ventilation. Loud voices left and right. Chatter.

„Need more lube, he’s running dry. Look at that. Way more lube there. Where is it? We prepared the bottles, didn’t we? Thought we did.“

„Oh right,“ the director’s assistant comes around to rummage below the bed. „Didn’t think we need it today?“

„Really?“

„Jin’s not the type. Jimin earlier, he’s a waterfall, too. Schedule’s wet today, I thought. Sorry. My bad.“

„Always get it ready anyways. You never know. And leave it closer to me. Need a big portion, let’s see. Don’t spill that yet, Kim, keep it.“

The blue bottle clicks open under your thumb and its cold fluid eases into Jin’s mouth with a little squeeze to it already. Bubbles waver at the plastic opening when you finish filling him up by eye, with quite a lot of more pumps. Jin’s tongue is entirely coated by now. You check twice. Closed, the bottle returns to where it was with a bumping noise. Then, the assistant exhales, tinkers about once more, and places it next to you, out of frame, on one of the many pillows. It’s how you learn.

„Looks good,“ you test anew, help Jin adjusting his lips with two fingers, then turn to the camera team. „Gonna be one hell of a cleaning job. Anyway, run it.“

“Alright, Y/N. Should we wipe down the toy, first?”

“No, it’s good that way.”

The matte, golden-tinted shaft slips back into its former place. Jin is already agonizing with his tongue. It really was a lot of lube. He’s probably swallowed parts of it already. The familiar voice in the crew returns.

„Take 6 — And action!“

You lean toward him and growl, fingers looming at his already stuffed throat. Just a cherry on top.

„Y’know what Mommy will give you? Something nice. Curious, baby, hm? I’ll show you. But don’t mess up.“

Jin is preoccupied with the lube threatening to brim over while you concern yourself with the outer end of the toy where a petite black switch sits. One, two, three. The vibrations come in several augmentations and a fourth option which is heavy pulse mode. Now that would be a little too much, you think. Not with Kim, Park would like that, he’d gag himself into a delirium just for fun and a few bucks more. 

A little flick and the buzzing starts. You fumble at Jin’s face to direct his attention, turning the switch up simultaneously. He’s soft. He obeys.

„Breathe through the nose. Be careful, baby. The nose, yeah like that. We’re not missing a beat there, love.“

Only the third and most intense mode you deem fit to get his throat going. The dildo is harder to grip now that it’s oscillating back and forth so vigorously. However, it’s a nice hand massage. Even where the vibrator churns and whirs in his esophagus, you can feel the bumble through the skin.

„How you lovin’ that. Your ass would split in half if I plowed you like that.“

„Hn— Nnh!“

The sheets go into creases again. Eventually, lube and snot pools at his lips. You’ve been counting, it’s only been half a minute. Who can blame him, this is meant to be training. You want to tease him, nevertheless. It’s not in the script. But it still fits.

„So, you’re naughty, aren’t you.“

Given how the vibrations turn abrasive on his teeth and tongue, despite all lube, you stir in the shaft deeper, which in return, brings Jin’s mouth open wider. His lips are so deliciously plump now. You know it’s gonna be a great shot. What an opportunity with such a nice cushioning. You thrust the vibrator in harder.

The corners of his mouth are bubbling over. There it is. Gag reflex. He’s choking, holding his neck with two hands. Begging written all over his eyes. Your motions truncate his whines, the little whimpers, so luscious— into sloppy noise at the back of his throat. He can only do as much as nod and breathe along. So messy. Hands still holding his own neck. 

The lighting crew adjusts their angle behind you just a little, the shadows on his face change. You let the buzzing continue until the lube all runs out again, and Seokjin’s jaw turns looser than it was. He’s sniffling again.

„So cute. That’s a champ. Give me that sweet look you did again.“

Yes, Jin does. He’s blushy now. Gorgeous boy.

You have your fun drawing out the moving vibrator from his throat and poking his cheeks with it. Amazingly enough, he’s ticklish. Below his chin, too. Blush still lingering, you guide the tip, then the entire golden length, then, back in. Jin is eager to suck on it. You dial down the vibration to one out of three so it’s easier for him to get a grip on it. Like a pro. You praise him. Jin gags himself harder. The saliva runs on its own. It’s marvelous to watch. But the director already indicates the watch from the corner of your eye.

You retract the toy, place it next to the pillow with the lube on it. Jin’s coughing spit. His entire swollen lips and chin glaze over. The camera zooms in. Shaky, fumbling hands, looking for something. You close the distance, tap the spot before your knees with a flat palm.

„Deserving, aren’t you. My Jin. Sweet baby. Mommy’s holding you, come.“

He curls, albeit so broad, so tall, at your lap. Again, the lighting crew moves about ever so slightly, along with the audio team. 

„A brave boy,“ you murmur, now cheek to cheek. „I like that. You’ve been good. Taking so much. So good.“

„Thank, thank you. Mom. Loved it.“

His hair is half soft, half sweaty to the touch. Gentle. Massaging. You take your time with both hands working all over him. He’s pliant. Sweet and so dulcet. And fucked out. Rule’s to spend a quarter time of play as aftercare, screw the camera team getting limp arms and the movie getting ten minutes longer. Who among the viewers will be mad, anyway. 

The red fleece blanket, shoved into the frame by the assistant, is timely. Jin snuggles into it with his face right away. It gets all soiled, but you continue stroking him.

„Breathe easy, easy. We go step by step. Need a plushie?“

„Need, maybe, hug. Love hugs...“

„Easier done than said.“

Your arms snake around his torso, as good as they can since Jin is firmly nestled into the mattress with the blanket all around.

„Hug’s good, little one?“

You plant a kiss on his forehead where the blanket reveals it. 

„Just frustrated,“ he murmurs into the fabric.

„Oh why, Jinnie?“

„Still cum left, Mommy. I’m sorry.“

„That’s Mommy’s job, you know. Spoiling has two meanings. Next time I might ruin you less.“

„No, no! Not that.“

„More ruining?“

„I can’t… without this, just need more milking,“ he emerges from the blanket. „Mommy, please!“

„Probably makes you cum even if I say no, doesn’t it,“ you loosen the hug and tickle the sides of his torso. Well-built. But it’s no surprise, he hits the gym with Taehyung and Jimin every other day.

The complaint is almost instant. Jin wriggles around and looks up to you.

„Need your hands back. Mommy.“

You bend down to him now, fully leaning into the hug. You whisper. The sneaky camera audio shouldn’t capture it. Or so, you hope.

„The mistress after me needs some fun. Can’t hand you over all empty, Kim. That’s how it goes. Been bending the script for too much already. Next time we might get a chance.“

You return to an upright position, twirling Jin’s hair now.

„Whiny brats live harder lives. Hugs you’ll get.“

„And the plushie, ah!“

„Mh, want it now? Changed his darling mind there,“ you grin, and take the little green elephant toy from the other end of the bed. „Charlie, here he comes. Look at this cocky baby, Charlie. Demanding a lot today, can you believe? It’s only training and he’s trying to seize everything he can.“

You make Charlie sit on Jin’s broad chest so he can grab the plushie. He’s already tugging at the elephant’s giant ears and makes the toy walk around with funny noises.  

„First he gets his throat stuffed, then he wants release. Jinnie can be glad he gets what he gets. Look at him Charlie, those begging eyes. Isn’t he adorable this way? We’ll let him pout on, see how it goes. Really, so cute.“

Charlie gets a little deformed because Jin holds him tight. The lighting team gets into position to brighten the head lamp. Although Charlie is unlikely to suffer permanent damage, you loosen Jin’s fingers around the fluffy green animal gradually, alongside giving more hugs. The director rises from the seat at the back now. You pat Jin’s hair a few times. 

„And cut!“

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[solastia]

Rogues And Charlatans | 2

Pairing: Yoongi x Seokjin

Word Count: 2,998

Summary: What is a gang leader supposed to do when his longtime rival shows up at his door, beaten and begging for help? Defend their honor, of course.

Warnings & Genre: Mafia!au, Fluff, and poorly attempted crack. There will be light violence, but nothing overly graphic. Maybe one person gets shot point blank. As of now, I don’t think I’ll be putting in any smut, but who knows. Basically, this isn’t a dark and serious mafia fic. It’s just a bunch of crooks in love, y’all.

Yoongi shuffled sleepily from his room, rubbing a bit at his swollen eyes. He’d only managed to get about three hours of sleep, having stayed up to ask around about the people that had Jungkook. Not much seemed to be known about them except that they were the bad kind of bad. The kind that didn’t much care about who got killed on their way to get what they want. Yoongi could be vicious himself, had to be to get where he was, but even he knew not to cross certain lines. He was a bad man, but not evil. And some of the stories he’d been told bordered on insane. He would not feel bad taking these guys out. 

The door to Seokjin’s room was slightly ajar, so he peeked in, snorting at the excessively loud snoring coming from the man. He was nowhere near Namjoon’s level, who could be heard from all the way downstairs if he left his door open, but it wasn’t gentle rumbling either. Yoongi knew the man would deny that he snored even if presented with video evidence, so he simply kept the knowledge to himself. He kinda liked knowing something so intimate about him that he hadn’t known before. 

That was the other thing that had kept Yoongi from getting much sleep. He wasn’t stupid or completely oblivious. He knew that Seokjin was attractive. It was something he’d always been aware of, same as he was aware that grass is green and fire is hot. It was just a fact. He also respected and admired him. He claimed he was his enemy purely for the fact that they were rivals; big time bosses living in the same town were destined to be. He’d fuck around with Seokjin’s jobs and he would return the favor. But they’d never acted against each other in bad blood. In fact, Yoongi felt honored that Seokjin would come to him in his hour of need. That didn’t explain his current feelings, however. 

He’d spent most of the early morning hours with sharp pains in his chest anytime he pictured the way Seokjin had appeared near death on his porch. The thought that the ridiculous fool who didn’t act like a gang leader ninety percent of the time, instead choosing to send his rival birthday presents and Christmas cookies, could have been gone so easily didn’t sit well with him at all. In fact, it felt like one of his own had been attacked, but more. 

Yoongi highly suspected it had something to do with his sudden desire to kiss the other awake. 

He inhaled sharply and promptly turned away from the room, choosing instead to go to the kitchen. Seokjin would probably need another pill when he woke up, so Yoongi put together some porridge for him, along with some bread and fruit. For himself, he just scarfed down a croissant and a couple cups of coffee while he was cooking. Standard fare, to be honest. 

He lugged the heavy tray back up the stairs and entered Seokjin’s room. The snoring was gone although the man’s eyes were stilled closed. He appeared near enough to waking up himself that Yoongi didn’t feel too bad. 

“Rise and wipe up your drool. Brought you some breakfast.” 

Seokjin’s moans as he slowly rose to a sitting position did nothing to Yoongi’s nether regions that anyone could prove. 

Yoongi cleared his throat as he willed his thoughts out of the gutter and set the tray across the other’s lap. He shook a pill out of the bottle on the nightstand and pushed that over, along with a glass of water that the other silently accepted. 

Seokjin’s hair was all over the place, which brought Yoongi no little amount of joy. The man was notoriously obsessed with his appearance, and to be able to see him like this was quite a treat. He was sure that he didn’t look much better, but he also didn’t really care. Sleep did wonders for Seokjin’s lips, however, plumping them up even more than Yoongi had thought possible. He wondered if they were as soft as they looked. 

Fuck. 

“Thank you, Yoongi. Had I known I would get treated like a Queen, I would have come here every time I got hurt.” 

“Yeah, well, stop getting hurt. That’s what your goons are for.” 

Seokjin chuckled gently then popped his pill, guzzling the water down noisily. Yoongi took the chance to load up the spoon, blowing on it a bit before bringing it to Seokjin’s waiting mouth. They settled into the comfortable routine from the night before; Yoongi patiently feeding Seokjin as the other tried to let him with only a little bit of fussing and demands for Yoongi to eat too. 

Yoongi cleared his throat, ready to talk about the day now that he though Seokjin sufficiently awake and comfortable. 

“So, I asked around and found the location where the gangs most likely held up. I sent some people out to look around and make sure that’s where Jungkook is. As soon as I hear the word, Namjoon and I will take some men out to get him.” 

“I’m going too.” 

“No, you are not. You are going to stay right where you are. Not only are you hurt, but you’re on meds too,” Yoongi glares, which would make a normal man cower, did nothing in the face of Seokjin’s determination. 

“Yoongi. He’s my baby brother. Please.” Seokjin’s lip wobbled as he picked up Yoongi’s hand, rubbing his thumb across the back of it as his pretty eyes filled with tears.  

This god damned cheater. 

“Fine. We are waiting until the meds are out first.”

Seokjin unfolded the napkin next to his plate, grinning cheekily at Yoongi, his previous tears suddenly forgotten. Yoongi peered over suspiciously, cursing as he spotted the pain pill he’d given Seokjin. 

“I had a feeling you wouldn’t let me go otherwise.” 

“You sneaky bastard. Fine, be in agonizing pain. What the fuck do I care?” 

“Yoongi,” Seokjin says softly. “It’ll be fine. I can do what I have to do. I can’t just stand by and wait, not knowing if he’s okay or not. I have to go with you. It’s my fault they wanted him in the first place.” 

Yoongi sighs and ruffles his hair in frustration. 

“You’ll stay by me,” he growled. “No wandering off, no trying to play hero. I know you are normally the big bad leader, but you are injured. You have to be realistic.” 

“I promise. I came to you for help, so this is your show. I just want to be a part of it.” 

“If you get shot, I won’t be sad. It’ll be your own damn fault.” 

“Not even a little?” Seokjin pouts.

“Nope.” 

Yoongi had forgotten his hand was still in Seokjin’s custody until the other uses it to pull him closer, smiling gently and so close that Yoongi could feel puffs of hot breath against his lips. He swallowed hard, his mouth going dry as he looked into Seokjin’s warm gaze.

“Your words say one thing. I can see the truth,” Seokjin purred. Yoongi felt a shiver travel down his spine. 

He knew he was blushing enough that there was no way for the other to miss it. Still, he had to at least attempt to save his last shred of dignity. 

“You see nothing. Your eyes are swollen.” 

Seokjin’s eyes flickered down to Yoongi’s mouth, his expressional thoughtful as a low hum came from his throat. Finally, after what seemed like forever to Yoongi, the other backed off slowly and his eyes were once again teasing. 

“So they are.” 

Yoongi exhaled heavily, not even realizing he’d been holding his breath. Had Seokjin almost kissed him? It had certainly felt like it. Would Yoongi have minded? 

No. He didn’t think he would have. 

They watched each other in silence for a few moments before the peace was interrupted by a loud crash from downstairs. 

“Where the fuck is he? Jin? Jinnie?” 

Yoongi quirked an eyebrow at Seokjin, who was silently laughing at Yoongi’s apparently amusing disgruntled face. 

“Up here, Jiminie!” Seokjin yelled loud enough to make Yoongi flinch and pull his hand away, trying his best to appear unbothered. 

At the doorway of the bedroom suddenly appeared Park, looking exactly like an angry little terrier that had once chased Yoongi home from school. Only the pup hadn’t aimed a gun at him. 

“Let him go.” 

Yoongi was impressed. He hadn’t thought the kid had it in him, but that voice was nearly scary enough that it would have made him think twice in any other situation. 

“Jiminie, it’s fine. Yoongi helped me. See, I have food, a big fancy bedroom, a little pretty thing waiting on me hand and foot.” 

Yoongi shot a glare at the giggling man, before turning back to Park. He didn’t want to hurt the kid if he didn’t back down, but he really did not like guns in his face. He preferred to be on the other end, thank you very much. 

Jimin’s shoulder’s finally sagged and he put the gun away, running a hand through his hair as he strode over to the bedside. 

“Thank fuck. All I heard Hoseok say was that you were here and hurt and I rushed over.” 

“Did you say Hoseok? He works for you too? Doctor Turncoat strikes again, I see.” Seokjin sighs. “I’m doing much better now, Jiminie, thanks to Yoongi. Although I’m guessing you didn’t hear the part about Jungkook.” 

“There’s something wrong with Kookie? I’ve been trying to call and text him for two days!” 

“He’s been taken hostage. I was going to try to get him back through a deal, but as you can see that didn’t go well. They are really just trying to take out all the local bosses to gain power. Yoongi’s going to help get him back.” 

Jimin’s face went through a myriad of emotions from shock to sorrow, until it finally settled on anger. “I’m going too.” 

Yoongi growled, already overwhelmed with the situation as it was. “Dammit. I have plenty of men of my own and I don’t need outside people fucking things up. I have it handled, Park.” 

“Fuck you! Jungkook is my boyfriend, and if there’s going to be any rescuing done, it will be by me,” Jimin yelled, shaking his fist dangerously close to Yoongi’s face.  

“This isn’t a contest. It’s about getting the job done with the least amount of issues. I’m sorry, but I don’t know enough about your style to trust you with this.” 

“Either you take me with you and we work together, or I show up and do my own thing. Whatever happens, I’m still going to be there.” 

Yoongi gritted his teeth and studied Jimin, cataloging everything that could go wrong in his head, but also intrigued by the other’s raw determination. Finally, he sighed and turned to Seokjin. 

“Jin, it’s your brother. This is up to you. Do you trust him?” 

“I do,” He nodded. “He’s scary as hell when you get him angry, but he’s good to my Jungkook, and that’s what matters to me. He’s a good kid, Yoongi.” 

“Fine. You stay close. Until we get to Jungkook, Seokjin’s safety is the most important since he’s injured. When my team gets back to me, we’ll set up a plan and head out.” 

“I really think that I - “

“No.” Yoongi interrupted sharply, standing up with a scowl. “You want to join, fine. However, I am in charge here. Seokjin and I have seniority here, and if you want to live and save your boyfriend, you’ll do as I say.” 

“I’ll be in my office if you need me,” he said to the room as he strode towards the door. He paused and grabbed the frame, snarling over his shoulder. 

“By the way, never point a gun in my face again. If you do, you better pull the trigger fast, because I won’t hesitate again. I don’t care who you’re friends with.” 

With his piece said, he began stomping down the stairs, hoping it helped make his point. 

“He’s kinda cute when he’s angry, isn’t he.” 

Yoongi paused and sputtered. God damn that Park kid. 

“Adorable.” 

The laughter in Seokjin’s reply hinted that he knew Yoongi could hear them. 

“Fuck you both!” He hollered up the stairs as the two of them laughed even more. 

At the foot of the stairs, he was met with Namjoon, holding a big designer bag as he stared at the cracked front door. When Yoongi got to his side he smiled in greeting and gestured at the splintered wood with his head. 

“Oh, hey boss. What’s with the door?” 

“It’s because you suck as a bodyguard. Park Jimin is upstairs. Thought I was holding Seokjin hostage and torturing him or something.” 

“Good thing I’m not technically a bodyguard then. Everythings cool?” 

“Yeah.” Yoongi sighed wearily. “Apparently, this rescue mission is becoming a party that anyone can invite themselves to. What’s in the bag?” 

“Ah, Hoseok took me to go pick up some clothes and things for Mr. Kim.” 

Nodding, Yoongi reached out for it. “I got it.” 

Namjoon grinned and handed it over silently before heading towards the direction of Yoongi’s office, leaving Yoongi to make the trek back upstairs. He heard hushed whispers that abruptly stopped as soon as he was near the door. He stuck his head in, knocking on the wall. Jimin was smirking at him like he knew something Yoongi didn’t, while Seokjin’s face was red enough it looked near to bursting. 

“Got some of your things for you here courtesy of Doctor Turncoat,” he said, striding up to the bed and placing the bag at the end of it. “Feels like he packed your whole house.” 

“Bless Hobi. I take back everything.” 

Yoongi snorts and walks towards the head of the bed, getting ready to kick Jimin out so Seokjin could rest. His phone vibrates in his pocket, so he pulls it out and reads the multiple messages that begin streaming in with a furrowed brow. 

“Everything okay?” Seokjin asks. Yoongi sits down on the bed and without even thinking, he grabbed Jin’s hand to reassure him. 

“It’s my men. They’ve surrounded the building and have someone inside that has confirmed Jungkook’s location. The leader is there and Jungkook only has one guard. They’ll only be there until tomorrow, so we have to move tonight.” 

Seokjin releases a loud breath before nodding, worry and relief battling in his eyes. At least they knew where Jungkook was now. 

Jimin jumps up and sports a grim expression as he looks at Yoongi. 

“I’ll go get geared up and then meet back here. What time?” 

“Six. They’ll expect us to come late in the night, so we’ll hit em earlier while their guard is down. Travel light, only essentials. I have plenty of men to cover us.” 

Jimin nods and reaches over to squeeze Seokjin’s shoulder before he leaves in a matter as abrupt as his entrance. 

Yoongi sighs. “I should make the brat pay for my door.” 

Seokjin giggles, his grip tightening on the hand that Yoongi just now realized was still clasped with his. Holding hands with Kim Seokjin was much too easy and felt too...right.

“Send him a bill for it as a wedding present when he and Kook finally get hitched. It’ll be funnier that way.” 

Yoongi laughs loudly, unable to hold back. “You’re so devious. One of your finer qualities.” 

He could have sworn that Seokjin was blushing, but it couldn’t be because of him. No, he was probably just feverish. He was hurt, after all. 

“You take this time to rest. I’m going to see if I can get some camera footage on the place. Text me if you need anything, okay?” 

Yoongi went to stand up only for Seokjin to gently pull him towards him, pressing a soft kiss near the edge of his lips. He pulled away quickly, patting the top of Yoongi’s disoriented head like a dog. 

“Thank you for everything, Yoongi. I’ll be fine. Don’t forget to eat well. We’ll need you at your best tonight.” 

Seokjin shooed him from the room, Yoongi’s mind still too filled with fog to do much more than do as he’s told. He wanders towards the kitchen, making himself a sandwich before he goes to join Namjoon in his office. 

He was very much afraid that flutter in his stomach had less to do with hunger and more with that four letter emotion he’s been refusing to name. 

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[honeyjxsung]

“Wow”

100 ways to say ‘I love you’ m.list

Member: Hyunjin x Reader

Genre: Fluff

A/N: In honor of hyunjin’s bday, I’ve created this! This is lowkey pretty trashy since i was rushing to post it in time to pls cut me some slack. With that said

Enjoy! <33

***

Nothing too unusual was going on in your apartment. Everything was calm and quiet, just how you liked it. However, sometimes you wished you had a little more spice to brighten up your week. And luckily, today was a special day.

It was your boyfriend’s birthday.

Your phone rang, the ringtone giving you a bit more energy. Giddily, you picked up the phone, not sparing to check who it was.

“Alright, what’s the plan?” You said, biting your lip as you traveled around your bedroom.

“Ok, so Jeongin and Chan hyung took him to the zoo. We have a few hours to get ready and decorate.” The deep voice told you on the other side of the line. You nodded, although he couldn’t see you. Grabbing your keys and the supplies, you rushed out of the room and into your car.

“Felix, I’m driving over there right now.” you informed him. “I brought the decorations and some of his favorite snacks.”

“Ah great. I’ll see you in a bit Y/n.”

You hung up the phone and started the car, a smile still lingering with the thought of the future.

-

“I’m here! What have we done so far?” You entered the dormitory, raising your bags full of food and decorations. 6 pairs of eyes turned towards you. Jisung and Minho were on the couch hanging a thin banner saying ‘Happy Birthday!’ however it was slightly crooked. Seungmin, Changbin, and Woojin were on the floor, balloons in their hands yet majority was not blown up. Felix was standing by the door, for he was the one who opened it for you to come in.

“What the…” you trailed off, seeing the catastrophe. The blonde rubbed the nape of his neck, chuckling nervously. “Uh...we were kinda struggling and we lacked supplies.”

You furrowed your brows and shook your head,

putting your smile back on. “Ok ok we can fix this guys. I have  more stuff here and we have plenty of time. Let’s start with the living room.” You reached in your bag and pulled out colorful streamers and handed it to Jisung, who jumped off from the couch. “Uh Jisung and Seungmin, tape these on the ceiling. Changbin, put the table cloth on the table and Felix help organize the snacks. Woojin can wrap up the presents and Minho can help me with balloons.”

The 6 nodded in sync and spreaded out. While walking, Changbin hollered “Y/n’s a lifesaver!”

You giggled, sitting on the couch with Minho on the floor.

-

Nearly two hours passed and the dorm was slowly coming to life. The room was filled with balloons and colorful streamers. The presents were all neatly stacked next to the couch. His favorite snacks and food were placed on the table with his birthday cake in the middle. All seven of you stared at the room, satisfied. “You guys did a great job!” You complimented, earning a bright smile from the top boys. “It’s all thanks to you Y/n.” Woojin complimented.

You thanked them all and they all collapsed on the couch with a relieved sigh. You let them be, since they deserved to rest after their hard work, and you walked to Hyunjin’s room. Out of your pocket, you pulled out his gift and a cute decorated letter. Placing it neatly on his bed, you grinned and smoothed his sheets before closing the door shut.

As you were walking in the hallway, you heard Jisung yelling.

“Yah Y/n! Chan texted!” You hurried in to the living room. They were all huddled together, peering over han’s phone. “What did he say?” You asked, quirking a brow.

“He’s coming soon! He said about fifteen minutes.”

Felix said, reading the text. Everyone shuffled to their feet as tidied whatever seemed out of place.

Hyunjin wanted to celebrate with his members and his girlfriend only, nothing too huge. He only wanted to be with his ‘favorite people’ on his birthday. You weren’t complaining, after all.

-

“He’s here, he’s here!” Loud whispers echoed in the room. Seungmin shut the lights off and Woojin lit the candles, carrying the cake. The room was silent and the sound that could be heard was the jingle of the keys unlocking the door.

As soon as the door flung open, the lights were turned on, streamers flew everywhere, and stray kids popped out. Everyone, including you, yelled “Surprise!” once he stepped in. At first he looked terrified, but once he figured out what was going on he broke into a smile. Jeongin and Chan patted his back, pushing him forward as everyone sang for him. He eyeballed the cake, however he was mainly trying to find you. You were behind Felix and Changbin, smiling brightly. Once he locked eyes with you, he gave you a beaming look, and you absolutely adored him being this happy.

Hyunjin blew his cake, earning a shot from his members. They playfully hit his back and Jeongin wiped icing on his cheek. Then, he made his way to you. You pulled him into a hug and he gripped on to you tightly. “Happy Birthday, baby.” You said softly.

Once he let go, he looked around the place.

“You did this?” He said, wide eyed.

“It was mostly your members.” You tilted your head to the boys. “It was Y/n’s idea though!” Minho declared. Your boyfriend’s head turned back to you, and you blushed.

“Wow…” Was the only thing he could say.

Chan walked up to hyunjin and put an around around his shoulders “Let’s get the party started, shall we?”

-

All night, the ten of you spent Hyunjin’s birthday playing games and eating snacks; just having a good time in general. However, in the middle of a twister game, Hyunjin noticed that you were gone. He cocked his head to the side and excused himself, making his way to the bedroom.

To his luck, he saw you. You met his eyes and the smile was back on your face.

The smile that he fell in love with.

“Hey.” You said.

“Babe..what are you doing here?” He asked. You didn’t reply and it made him curious. His eyes followed to where you were sitting. You were on his bed and right next to it was a piece of paper and a small box.

“What’s this?” He walked over and picked up the two items. Motioning for him to open it, you grew anxious. Hyunjin’s eyes skimmed over the letter

Hey jinnie,

Happy Birthday! I hope you were able to have fun today. Me and the boys have put so much effort to make this day special for you. I know it has only been six months, but they mean so much to me. Every moment. I am so glad to have you in my life and I wouldn’t exchange you for anything else. I just wanted to thank you, for just being the light in my life. Also, I hope you like you gift! It isn’t much, but I’ve put a lot of thought into it. Again, happy birthday hyunjin.

Love, Y/n

Without even realizing it, hyunjin was tearing up. You were shocked, to say the least but you were very moved.

Next, he opened the tiny box. Inside revealed a silver ring. Hyunjin picked it up and examined it. In the inner part was the phrase “Forever and Always” embedded. Immediately, he slipped it on to his ring finger.

“It’s a promise ring. I have one too.” You held up your hand, and sure enough you had the same ring.

Hyunjin took the chance to grab your hand and pull you closer, locking his lips with yours.

As a sign of gratitude Hyunjin poured his gratefulness into the kiss.

“Thank you.” He said quietly.

Truly, this was the best birthday.

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Fifth

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You are on: Gaia, the dwarf planet 

Ch. 5 of 6 of my Six Degrees of Separation Series

Previous Chapter 

Hyunjin x OC, Hyunjin X Reader (in later chapters), angst, fluff

TW: Cheating, emotionally abusive relationship, cursing, brief mention of implied sex and virginity loss

Hwang Hyunjin gets his heart broken to realize he deserves better. Sung Jin-Ri breaks a heart to realize she lost the best thing she ever had. You’re there to pick up the pieces.

Fifth, you see them out with someone else

“I love you.”

Hyunjin knew instantly that was the right thing to say.

There was no smirk. No amused glimmer in your eye. No mockery in your voice.

Just pure adoration in your eyes that mirrored his own whenever he looked at you.

“Say it again.”

Hyunjin grinned, pulling you into his embrace, so close that a sheet of paper couldn’t slip between you two as he swayed you back and forth, strong hands rubbing gentle circles onto the bare skin of your hips, causing you to shiver.

“I love you.”

Hyunjin’s smile only got wider as you turned in his embrace to face him, no hesitation in the way he nuzzled into the hand that you brought up to cup his face like he was the most precious thing in the world.

And to you he was.

For a long while after Jin-ri, Hyunjin was terrified of how much she’d taken from him. She was his first kiss, his first love, his first girlfriend, he had no other experience to go off, all he knew was that one devastating series of countless heartbreaks, one after the other.

He was scared that she’d taken his ability to love someone else, his ability to trust.

And for a while she had.

But then you happened.

And you didn’t magically fix everything, no, even better, you helped encourage him to fix himself. You encouraged and supported and loved him and never went too fast and always respected his boundaries. You loved the care and attention that Jin-ri had berated as clinginess. You thought his shyness was endearing instead of annoying. You thought every part of him was amazing and it helped him realize it too.

He knew you were it for him.

And for once, he was fine with that.

“I love you too,” you whispered as if you were afraid that the words were too powerful to be said above a certain volume lest they demolish the room with their intensity and Hyunjin loved it.

“(Y/N), I think I want you to be my first.”

“Jinnie, are you sure? You know I don’t care about the sex, I just want you. I don’t mind waiting until you’re ready.”

Hyunjin smiled. He knew. That was part of the reason he wanted you to be his first.

“I’m ready. As long as it’s you, I’m ready.”

“Ok, then. I’ll take good care of you, I promise.”

“I know you will, love. You always do.”

Sung Jin-ri really hopes her eyes are playing tricks on her.

It’s not like it would be that far-fetched of a scenario, seeing Hyunjin here. Starbucks was a popular coffee shop and Seoul was a big city, she should’ve moved somewhere else, this isn’t the kind of place to come when you’re trying to forget about someone.

But it had been almost two years, no contact at all between the two. Hyunjin was not one to rip himself from a situation slowly, he had always been all or nothing.

And that was the way it was for Jin-ri.

One day she was his all and the next she was nothing.

And the worst part was that she deserved it. That not only would she live with the guilt of what she did to him for the rest of her life, but she’d also have to go through every day knowing that Hyunjin was all she really wanted. That she had him and she had the chance to love him like he loved her, but she fucked it up. She broke him and drove him away instead.

God, how she hoped that boy in Starbucks wasn’t Hyunjin.

Because he had his arm around someone else and he looked at them even more intensely than he used to look at Jin-ri.

Next Chapter 

Gaia, the dwarf planet 

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