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Kintsugi: the beauty of broken things || MYG

Summary: Yoongi and Minnie have been friends for quite some time now, almost... 15 years? 15 years since they ran into each other in that music classroom by an unlucky (or not) mistake. They've grown close, but both of them have strong characters and insecurities that will have to be put aside when Minnie falls into her own lie, risking her job in the process. They have 3 days to feel comfortable and make everyone believe their role as the young engaged couple or she is fucked :[

Pairing: musical producer! Yoongi x lab tech/science nerdy! f reader au; non-idol! BTS members make a brief appearance

Genre: fluff, angst, kinda slow burn (?), best friends to fake couple au, constant unresolved sexual tension, two idiots too proud to openly speak but pinning each other

Word count: so far, almost 25k but still unfinished

Warnings: use of bad language, mentions of insecurities/low self-esteem, anxiety, trauma; light use of weed, little smut if you scrutinize, SFW

Masterlist: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // ...

A/N: hi there! this one it's my first story to be uploaded, a way for me to de-stress from uni exams. I'm not a native English speaker, so please forgive any grammatical mistakes :/

As Yoongi said, you have to put your work out there to learn about it, so... feel free to give some feedback (as positive as you can, please). The story is halfway done, but as I have to proofread most of it and apply the holy Grammarly, uploading will have a normal pace

I'm not fully confident of my writing abilities or English use, but it is what it is, I guess

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CHAPTER 1: Surprises and planning

Word count: 7'1K

-Sup, loser.

-Hi

I roll my eyes while I flop into the sofa.

-I mean... I'm not asking for big parties but, you know, a little more enthusiasm when seeing your bestie wouldn’t hurt. Don’t you think?

The only answer I get is a loud exhale of air.

-Someone is susceptible today…

Min Yoongi.

We’ve been friends for maybe… 15 years? And what a ride.

We first met in high school, at the sweet age of 12/13. With all the hormonal stuff and changes going around… such a happy stage of life to remember, yikes.

We didn't have anything in common; he was an artistic soul while I considered, or I would like to consider myself, as a science girl. But little me saw too many talent shows with great singers and decided to give it a shot.

-Hi! It’s here where the choir practices?

-Yeah, here is where all the magic happens -I would’ve never expected such an ironic answer from such a cute-looking girl- Are you new or lost on your way to another place?

-New or that’s what I intend to be. I signed the paper in the hall and someone emailed me the instructions. Told me to come to Mrs Lars's classroom.

-Oh, then you are in the right place. She is in the storage room looking for the materials we’ll be needing today.

-Okay class -a sweet voice fills the room interrupting our conversation- please take a seat.

I signal the seat next to the girl asking nonverbally if it’s taken, and she answers that it's not occupied.

-So… today we have lots of new faces. Instead of having personal interviews with each of you, I thought that maybe it would be better and easier to have you join us for today’s lesson. That way you’ll see how we work, a light version of course. After I dismiss the class, as I told you in the email, please stay a little longer and perform a song of your liking. Any questions?

A boy asks if they have to stay at the auditions if they aren't new.

-If you want to, you can stay but if you prefer to leave, that's okay too. That reminds me: for the ones that aren’t new, welcome back; I'm happy to see you again. To y'all my pupils, I wish for a good and healthy year. Any other doubts?

Silence is the answer.

-Then, we’ll start.

The 60 minutes pass fast. The teacher is really fun and makes all the music technicalities more approachable to everyone in the room. We play some games to get to know each other's names while learning a little bit about music structure.

-Well done. That’s all for today. See you next day.

A lot of students start picking up their books and bags, and I bid goodbye to Nelly, the one with a loving face and a smart mouth. She is… interesting to say the least, but also nicer than expected.

And friendly enough to ask my dubitative ass to exchange numbers…

Now, the moment of truth: the audition. Not gonna lie, nobody here will be the next Céline Dion but they are okay. That makes me even more nervous, and it shows when my turn comes. Luckily (ironically) I'm the last one. My voice is shaky and even if I am doing terribly, they all keep a smile on their face, which I thank deeply.

Like everyone else, I don't receive any type of feedback from Mrs Lars. She just tells us the following.

-Thanks to any single one of you for showing interest in my subject. Everyone will be accepted in this class; the “audition” was just a formality to classify you in the range that fits you the best. Music is a language that unifies all humans, and even if most of them haven’t been gifted with an incredible voice or the ability to play an instrument, I won't deny the chance to learn it anyways. There’s always a role that fits you the best and I’m sure that while communication runs in both directions, we’ll have a good year. Today you saw how my class works; if you still want to join me and your classmates, the only thing needed is to send me an email by the end of the weekday to confirm it. I will reply with indications, information and advice to improve your natural talent and I want you to practise for a couple of weeks to get used to that routine and the work method. Then, you’ll be divided into groups with people who share your characteristics to work together with the things in common and have healthy feedback. Also, you can ask me when needed or use the music studios to train. I’m sure your parents will thank me -she laughs- Does that sound good?

-Yes Mrs Lars -we answer in unison.

-Ah, and also, if you don't think this is your thing and want to choose another activity, that’s okay. Not receiving the mail of confirmation I previously had talked about, will be understood as the desire to not continue. Feel free to do it if you want to; no hard feelings. This will take a lot of energy and free time, so… make sure that all the effort goes to something you like or you’ll end up despising me and music itself. Any questions or doubts?

As nobody speaks, she dismisses the class.

It took me a couple of days to decide whether I should join music or look for another option, but animated by my parents and the possibility of this helping me with my scenic fear, I choose to keep going with the idea.

Apparently, my vocal range is mezzo-soprano-contralto, which is why I have a difficult time in a higher register. Once I knew that, everything changed for me. Singing was easier and less damaging; just better. I wasn’t that good but for once I felt like my efforts were taking me somewhere.

I still needed a lot of practice, so I would usually spend some time during lunchtime (with the teacher’s permission) doing so in the rehearsal room. Unluckily, one day when I went to my usual spot, the class was already occupied by another person, so I met with my teacher to know what had happened.

-I’m sorry sweetheart, it’s my fault. I have such a big cold that the headache is making my head pound and I can’t even think straight. Would it be inopportune if I reserve the room after class so you don’t have to skip today’s practice?

-That sounds good too.

-Okay, then I will write your name in the folder -she says reaching for it hung on the wall. She seems a little confused when looking at today’s schedule

-Isn’t it possible? -I ask her.

-Oh no, everything is fine. Seems like I’ve already written the reservation in your name earlier. Must’ve forgotten to tell you when I did that, I guess that just in case, to offer you a resolution to this problem.

-Then, I’m noted to the main classroom after class?

-Yeah, you are good to go.

-Thank you.

As told, I went to the said place and started my warming exercises. After some scales, I tried “Million Reasons” by Lady Gaga, struggling with the highness of the bridge. I was stuck with that part for some days by then, and my frustration was almost visible in the form of smoke outing my ears.

I was on my…¿20th try? When an unknown voice scared me when the song finished.

-Well… that was…interesting.

-Fucking hell, you scared me.

-Not more than you did to me with your vocals.

-Excuse me?

-Apologies accepted.

Is a boy around my age and size. He wears rectangular glasses and a mostly black outfit, which contrasts with his pale skin perfectly. His eyes are quite small but ooze tons of coldness. He impassively walks to the piano in the corner and starts to get things out of his backpack.

-Mmm… What are you doing?

His dark orbs peer at me with a pensive aura, but he dismisses those thoughts and gives me rolling eyes.

-Practising.

-Yeah, I could have guessed that.

-I am not the one asking the stupid questions here.

-What I meant -he interrupts me by playing some notes- As I was saying -he does it again.

I approach the instrument he is in and put down the keyboard cover, giving him enough time to retract his hands. Ups his sight and boy, is a furious one.

-Are you crazy? -he shouts- You could have harmed me!

-Chst, nobody with two functional cells doing synapsis would have that bad reflexes so please, stop crying, you little baby.

-Excuse me?

-Apologies accepted -I deliver the sentence the same way he did to me, with a pompous smile on my face while I sit proudly in a nearby chair- Also, you deserve it. That’s what you get when trying to mess with me.

-Oh, was I disturbing you? Sorry, I didn't want to. I’m so distracted -what he says in a pitying tone doesn’t match the challenging look in his eyes and the smirk he isn’t even trying to hide.

-I can tell -I bark back the same way- Anyway, as I was saying before you decided to be a cretin, what are you doing here?

-Judging based on your singing skills maybe…you aren't aware that this is a music classroom? You know, where musicians do their thing -speaks ironically

-Of course I know where I am. My doubt is what are YOU doing here at this time. I made a reservation with Mrs Lars.

-Me too.

-That’s impossible.

-No, it’s not. Since I did. You must be wrong.

-No, you are -I fight a little offended.

He rolls his eyes.

-Okay. Let’s search the classroom schedule Mrs Lars keeps in her office and you’ll see your mistake -decides while clapping his hands together and getting up.

-You must mean YOUR mistake -I clarify while imitating his gestures.

I follow him to said office, where he signals to a folder hanging on the wall. He goes through it while searching for today’s schedule and once he finds it, aggressively puts his finger in the initials “M.Y”

-As I was saying, you are the one wrong -he says proudly.

-What? Those are my initials!

-No, they are not. They are M.Y. as in Min Yoongi.

-No, they are M.Y as Min Young Mi.

We look at each other kinda confused.

-I guess Mrs Lars must have committed a mistake while writing our names because of the similarities -he thinks out loud.

-You think so? -I reply as ironically as I can. He rolls his eyes.

That evening was the beginning of what we like to call “The Valerian War”. As stubborn as we were, any of us was willing to give in to the other. None offered to leave or neither changed the reservation for the evenings that followed, so we played mental resistance war, and it got so bad that we needed some valerian infusion to support the evils that we did to each other so that the other would surrender.

Some favourites were him cutting my microphone wires or playing a recording of my voice on the school’s radio for everyone to listen to. I gave back by making good use of a 2x3 glue thrift offer. I was almost sent to the other world when he had to walk back home with the piano’s bench cushion glued to his butt or with music sheets united to his hand.

Eventually, with little acts of kindness by both sides, we started to open up and help each other (he assisted me in musical stuff while I improved his anger management) and we reached the point where we were looking all day to that moment of the evening. It took almost a year and a lot of Nelly’s talks to finally admit that we enjoyed spending time together. Slowly but surely, we started meeting out of school till becoming besties. We had a lot more in common than we thought.

-Call me stupid but-

-Stupid -he interrupts me without hesitance.

-Min Yoongi, be careful with your words, I have your mom on quick dial.

-So childish that is almost sad.

-Would she think as childish that you signed a big contract with an important company and didn’t say a word to your family? I guess I can just ask her -my tone is a mockery one.

The keyboard typing stops followed by a dry laugh.

-You dirty bitch. Must be desperate to threaten me with that.

-It’s just that… I’m frustrated.

-Sexually?

-No. Well… That too. But no.

He quietly laughs.

-Maybe I can lend you a hand.

-Yeah, in my neck to cut the flow of air? -I ask acidly but then my black humour needs to make an appearance- Actually, that’s not that much of a bad idea. One lifetime occasion where I would let you commit the desire of killing me without getting angry about it; I promise.

-Mmm, kinky. If that’s what you want… -he spouts with a teasing tone and a smirk.

-What?

I’m no stranger to letting my intrusive thoughts win over me and make it aaaall the way to my mouth without realising it, so when he answers I have to replay the last section of our conversation to understand what he means.

-Ugh, you are disgusting.

-Yeah. I think how disgusting it is that I know you so well, that I am genuinely not surprised about you having a choking kink.

-I… I don’t have a choking kink -I defend myself by putting a brave face on when I actually kind of like that stuff.

-Yeah, right -he answers in a disinterested way, turning back to his computer- Just so you know…next time you try to lie as much as you are doing, tell your red cheeks to not make an appearance. It gives it away.

I take advantage of him not looking at me to raise my hands and check if they are matter-of-factly red, which are. I clear my throat in the need of changing the subject.

-Till now all you said has been really helpful, you know? -I say rolling my eyes

-Till now you still haven’t said a word about your problem, apart from your need to get laid, of course.

-The thing is that I messed badly with my boss -I purposely ignore the last sentence and he lets out a little laugh because of it.

-What makes you think that?

-It’s not something she said or did. Actually… It's my fault.

-I doubt it… but would you mind explaining? -he still has his back facing me while clicking the unwired mouse, something that will make the next thing I have to say a lot easier.

-Do you remember when you got appendicitis and had to stay at the hospital? And then when you needed help when sent home?

-How would I not remember?

-Well… The thing is that to convince my boss, which I already told you, is a hard one… I had to lie. A lot.

That seems to catch his attention because finally turns to face me.

-When you mean a lot, how much are we talking about? You said everything was okay with you taking those days off.

-I think we have already established the point that I am a ‘liar, liar, pants on fire’.

-So… What did you tell her?

-Mmmm… I knew some of my coworkers asked her for some days off because of a friend or a relative being sick, and she always rejected them except when they talked about fiancés, husbands or sons; that kind of stuff. So to make her accept my petition, I made her believe it was about my fiancé.

-You said what?

-I basically said all the truth but omitted that you are only my friend. I completely made up a story about my hardworking fiancé, who fell sick, and has no other family around than me to take care of him… It was a little white lie, but when I was back to work everyone was nice to me, even my boss.

-Why don’t you tell them that you broke up?

-That was my plan, I swear. Buuuut, I started to talk a little bit here and there about him being an asshole, like getting ready to break the news, you know? Buuuuut that made them even nicer to me! Never knew criticising a partner would unite us that much.

-My surgery was last year…have you been lying to them for that long?

-Yeah…

-And didn’t they suspect anything when a year passed and still no wedding was in sight?

-Yes, but I explained how as we were both busy with our respective jobs, trying to save money for it, and having some trouble in our relationship… had decided to take it easy.

He seems lost in thought, with the elbows resting on the armrests of his chair and fingers brushing his chin. Then laughs, crossing his arms over his chest.

-Well, well, well. When I think that you cannot surprise me anymore, here you come.

-Yeah, really funny how this will end with me getting fired.

-Don’t be silly. They’ll never know.

-That’s what I thought till my company decided to celebrate a ball to raise funds for their project about breast cancer. And everyone expects me to bring my said fiancé to meet them.

-OMG you are such a loser.

-I don’t know why I came here expecting some support. Seems like today is not the day you want to deal with my stuff -I get a little angry because he doesn't understand how bad this is and how much I’ve been stressing the last few weeks trying to find a solution.

-Minnie, you know that’s not it -he quickly answers.

-Don’t worry. It’s my fault. By now I must have put in my mind that while you are working don’t wanna be bothered by others' banal stuff -I recollect my bag and start my way to the door.

I feel his hand wrapping around my wrist, trying to stop me.

-Stop it. I don’t wanna bother you.

He sighs and uses that hitch as a way to put me closer to him and after that, sit me again on the couch.

-Yeah, you are a pain in the ass, but even like that… you’ll never bother me when it’s about struggling with something, so… don’t say that.

-That’s how you made me feel.

-And I’m sorry about it. When it comes to words, we both know that I’m not the best to be sensitive.

-Except with your lyrics -I half-joke to reassure him.

I feel bad to react this way because he has a life too and here I am burdening him with my problems; all because I am so weak that I drown in a cup of water.

-Yeah, except for my lyrics -says way softer.

-Ugh, I’m so messed up -I groan while hiding my face between my hands and laying back.

-Yeah, a little bit but, what are you going to do?

-What do you mean?

-I know you, so I expect you to have something in mind already -he says palming one of my knees while still sitting in his chair.

I drop my arms to my sides, tired.

-No. Well, technically yes, but not anymore.

-What?

-I had a plan but not anymore because things didn’t go the way I expected.

-How is that?

-Don’t wanna hear you say anything about “I warned you”.

-This is going to be good -he whispers loud enough for me to hear it, but after giving him a death stare, motions his mouth getting zipped and throws the key away.

-The obvious solution is to have someone pretending to be my fianceé. After wondering who would be the best option I asked Jim to fill that role because, you know, we were kinda hooking up.

-What did he say?

-Like cartoons. I was almost able to see smoke in his dashing foot.

-Told you so -whispers again with a smirk.

I want to save energy, so my only answer is to roll my eyes. It's not like I could deny it because he, in effect, told me that.

When I started to meet Jim, equally scared of commitment as me, Yoongi warned me about how he would never be the one for me. How under the sweet gestures and amazing chemistry, we were only two people wasting time. How he could, maybe, let me down when I truly needed him. He wasn’t wrong. While explaining this whole issue to Jim, he was losing all the colour on his face because I told him that he would have to pretend to be in love. Pretend. I didn’t love him either but I was expecting the both of us to put on a little show of it.

But Yoongi knows that behind the façade I put saying that I don't want serious business, the reality is that I'm just searching for the right person to let my defences down. But to find it and as a scientist, I must do trial and error. Right?

-Then I contacted everyone in our group but all of them are occupied with close notice, and since my family is away, I can’t ask a cousin or something. Not to mention how weird it would have been -I shake my shoulders trying to shake the disgusting image of my mind.

-What about a random person or a gigolo?

-I don’t have enough time to teach somebody the full ass history of how we fell in love or the money to pay for it. Also, I'm trying to avoid paying for another human till I'm 70 and alone, with the only company of my 5 cats. Thanks.

-That’s all?

-I started to pretend that I’m falling sick to have an excuse, but everyone seems suspicious of me. If that doesn’t work, I’m fucked up. For real. That’s my last chance.

-As I see it, that’s not your last chance. You forgot about something.

-I did?

To say that I am confused is an understatement.

-Yeah you fool -he smiles widely and reclines in his chair with crossed arms.

-I…don’t…follow you.

-Me.

-You what? -My confusion is at the ceiling level.

-Me -He repeats with open arms- You forgot me.

Is this what I think it is?

-Stop frowning -and I do at his call- I can't believe you didn’t try to ask me.

-You are joking, aren’t you?

-No -he turns to the computer shrugging.

-Wait, wait, wait -I turn him to face me by the armrest- You, Min Yoongi, THE Min Yoongi, are offering to be my ‘date’ for an event at my workplace?

-God, don’t put it like that. But yeah, the answer is yes. I don’t know why it seems so unbelievable to you.

-I didn't ask you because: 1) I was ashamed, 2) you and I aren't precisely the most comfortable with touching or sweet words, and 3) and the main: aren’t you visiting your hometown this weekend? I know how much you’ve been looking forward to it.

-Yes, I was. But you are crazy if you think that I would let you lose your job for it.

-But you’ve worked so hard… you deserve that break.

-Listen and stop being stubborn. I know that your job is as important to you as mine is to me, not to mention that if you are in this position it is because of me. So… the fair thing is to be the one helping you out of this situation.

-You realise that we will have to pretend that we are in love, right? -I say carefully.

-I pretend that I like you every day so, I don’t think it will be that hard.

I know he says it to make me laugh and take the iron off the matter, but I can’t help smacking his thigh while giggling.

-What preoccupies me is you; would you be able not to fall in love with me?

We both laugh, knowing that it’s impossible.

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I’m completing my look with sparkling earrings and I look at myself in the mirror. Not bad.

I’m wearing what I consider my slutiest outfit: a baggy long-sleeve dress with a deep v-neck and which long is mid-thigh. The cloth resembles black silk but falls beautifully around my curved body, adjusting in the places it should to remark my features. I added all the sparkly accessories because they contrast greatly with my tanned skin and the dress itself, but I guess all seems blurred compared to my boobs. Those girls are looking great tonight.

My hairstyle and makeup are a little basic, but enough to make me feel pretty.

While applying perfume someone rings the doorbell. I’m ready on time, so taking all my stuff and a false pink fur coat, I open the door.

I have to admit it, he looks stunning. Yoongi is wearing black skinny jeans with a white t-shirt tucked in, black combat boots and a green bomber jacket. All prettily completed with silver accessories and his long ginger hair slightly gelled back on the sides. My favourite look on him.

-Why aren’t you wearing high heels?

That comment is enough to get me out of my trance, but I understand it; that’s the only part of my outfit on display.

-Is bad enough to be wearing ones for the ball, so yes, thank you, I won’t be torturing myself tonight -I explain as I close my house with the key.

-You were the one who had the idea of dressing in the clothes the other likes most.

-I’m wearing everything you asked for except for the heels. Relax.

-Let me see.

-Hell no, it is freezing here. You’ll see once we get to the discotheque. C’mon.

-I don’t trust you. At all -he whispers but follows me to the taxi stop.

This is part of the amazing plan we made together on Tuesday night. Not the best idea but…it will have to do the work.

The ball is on Friday so we have a couple of days to make us believable as a couple. Tonight, Wednesday, part one is in development. We’ll go to drink (a lot) and dance in a public place and act as partners in love. Is like practice for the real situation and luckily, as I suggested, dressing in a way the other likes will make it easier to dissociate the image of best friend that we find disgusting to act in love with.

We have two days to be comfortable with holding hands, him holding me for the small of my back, me hanging into his arm, hugging and… kissing. Not fully making out, like little pecks. Or at least that’s the order both of us come together to decide as necessary to give the ‘’living in the honeymoon stage of relationship’’ vibes.

Tomorrow we will work on our love story, pet names and all that stuff. Maybe we’ll have to buy some alcohol for it too.

-Should we…maybe…start? -he asks, looking the other way.

-I think I need a couple of quick shots before.

-Thank God, me too -laughs.

I signal to a bar near us that won’t make us change our direction fully, and he agrees.

-Please, four shots of tequila -Yoongi orders to the bartender, and I am grateful for that amount.

Since I am the one using his help, I want to invite him. He gives me bored eyes and tries to take my money away from the counter, but I push him a little bit and open my coat to let my neckline on the view of the young bartender.

-Please, accept my money. You can keep the change as a tip -my voice is as sweet as I physically can and I bat my eyelashes. It works because he takes my money a little bit flustered and his only answer is a nod. I laugh to myself and close the coat again, turning to my friend, who is downing his first little vase.

I take one making cheers in the air before ingesting the hot liquor.

-You know… what you did is not fair.

-What do you mean? -I play dumb.

-You know what I mean -he says before drinking his other drink- That poor boy… I would be surprised if he doesn't end up hard as wood.

-Why is that bad? Dozens of men look at my ass or boobs without any intention on my side or dressing to “provoke” them. It’s not my fault that in this patriarchal society, women are so fucking sexualized that men think it’s okay to do it. He would have looked at them anyway if I weren’t wearing the coat so excuse me for using that in my favour instead of against me - I drink my last shot.

He looks at me kind of speechless, but after clearing his throat he says “When you are right, you are right”.

The cold air receives us in the street, but the burning sensation in our stomachs is a great contrast. We decide to go walking to the discotheque since it isn’t that far and after ten minutes of comfortable silence, I start to feel the alcohol quicking in in the form of an unexpected laugh.

-What happens? -Yoongi seems confused but laughs too.

-This situation… is ridiculous.

-I know.

-But again, thank you. You are saving me from a good one. I owe you.

-Don’t be stupid, we are best friends. You take care of me and I take care of you. That is how we have always worked and how it will always work.

-Wow, alcohol is getting into you too? You are speaking mindlessly.

-A bit. A long time has passed since I last drank something; work has been… crazy.

-Same for me. Maybe it is a good moment for…you know.

-First step?

-Yeah, first step. Are you okay with that?

-Of course.

We look at each other's hands and making a brave move, I'm the one initiating the motion. His are colder and slightly bigger but feels surprisingly comfortable to intertwine fingers and sense his even colder rings brushing with mine. That heat difference sends a shiver through my body.

It’s not like we have never held hands in other contexts. We do, for example, while walking in a street full of people or in a comforting situation and stuff like that, but it is our first time to do it without a physical or emotional need.

-How do you feel? -I ask cautiously.

-Weird, not gonna lie.

-Me too.

-But it’s not the first time we held hands and I have to say that luckily you feel warm.

-Yeah, you are freezing man -the tension weakens and we start to walk again, still hand in hand.

-I forgot my coat and when I realised I was already too far. I expected to be in a taxi and drunk so I didn’t take it so seriously. Now I’m regretting my choices.

I can’t stop a laugh and he does the same, showing a gummy smile.

-I can work with that. Grieving for my frozen-to-death fiancé is a good excuse to go to the bloody fundraiser alone.

-Then, who would listen to your nonsense anxious babbling?

-You aren’t my only friend, you know that right?

-They simply can’t compare. Even Nelly.

-Yeah, they can’t compare because nobody reaches your level of pettiness.

-That’s what we have in common you and I, my friend.

Our bickering continues till we reach our destination, where it is time to start the practice. Reading my mind he offers his arm for me to cling to it while still holding hands; a typical pose of couples who’ve been together for some years.

-IDs? -the bouncer asks us.

Once he checks that we are above 23 (a way to only let in adults) the heat receives us when we cross the door. The decoration is beautiful and serious, way different from what we are used to.

-Everyone here seems a little off, don’t you think? -Yoongi asks me.

-Yeah, I guess the age requirement takes away the younger spirit. You know this place is for people who want to have a good night but not that “wild”.

-If this is what awaits me once I establish a serious relationship, I’m definitely staying single.

-Bold of you to assume that you’ll find someone who can keep up with your antics. It’s not like you are turning love proposals all day.

His elbow pinches at my ribs for making fun of him and I laugh.

-You are one to talk… Also, I have some game so… your words don’t offend me miss “Please help me because my ashole of a hookup can’t even pretend to be in love with me”.

-Yeah, that was because he knew that once he started pretending, it wouldn’t be pretending anymore and I’m too much of a woman for him.

-Sure -his eyes are mocking me.

-Let’s grab some drinks, stupid.

He straightly asks for a whiskey, his favourite drink, but I order a rum with coke. He offers me to taste it and I’m dumb enough to do it, gagging at the flavour.

-You have an easy gag reflex, maybe now I understand why Jim dumped your ass so easily.

-Don’t worry hun, it’s only related to alcoholic drinks and he surely dumped me but my ass felt a great loss to him -I cheer my drink with his.

He gives me an unreadable stare while swallowing the odd savoury liquor.

I hate to admit it, but he looks smoking hot tonight. I can’t put my finger exactly on what it is, but something of him making dark humour about Jim while staring at me in that mockery way and gulping whiskey like water… is entrancing. Am I that sex deprived or what?

He frowns one eyebrow trying to guess what's on my mind and just the possibility of him being able to decipher my thoughts has me blushing.

-Is hot here. I’m going to the wardrobe to leave my coat - I excuse myself while getting up from the stool.

-Want me to accompany you?

-Oh, no. Don’t worry. I don’t think it will take me that long.

I join the wardrobe queue a little anxious. Just thinking of what awaits me these days stresses me; it’s really out of my comfort zone. I take the coat for the smiley girl behind the counter to take it.

-Wow girl, you are stunning.

-Thank you, I hope my… boyfriend thinks the same -the b-word gets a little stuck in my throat.

-If he doesn’t… take him to the doctor. That would mean he has his sight damaged. Or better, come back and I’ll make sure you have a good time -she says winking and giving me a little key with a number.

-I’ll keep that in mind -I answer a little flustered and return to where Yoongi is waiting.

He is turned to face me, elbow resting on the bar and cup playing in his hand in circular motions. He eyes me up and down and licks his lips, and I have to put all the effort in me to keep walking like nothing and not choke on my air.

He must have noticed my nervous state because this time, decides to directly ask.

-Oh, I was a little shocked -I answered because… well, that is true- The girl in the wardrobe made a move on me suggesting that if my partner doesn’t like me or something, she will take matters herself to give me a good time -that is also true.

-She did?

-Yeah, why is it so hard to believe? -I am a little offended and I chug down the rest of my drink.

-Not that is hard to believe, but… Do you like girls or something now? -he seems genuinely curious, trying to assure me that anything I say next, will be well received from him.

-No, this isn’t me coming out; sadly I’m still into men. Just… is nice to have someone complimenting me even if I’m not into girls -a change in his gaze is noticeable, and that’s what makes me realise that maybe he feels like I’m implying something else that I’m not- Anyways, I thought that she was nice and a funny anecdote. Do you want anything else to drink?

I can almost see him shaking his head to get rid of whatever was going on there and nods, chugging the remains of whiskey, which makes his Adam's apple move up and down. He has a nice side profile, I’ll admit that too.

Once we have refilled our vases, we start a little conversation about our works and how excited he is that his first mixtape is in the final steps to be published. Only the photos and the design of the cover are missing, which will be arranged on Friday morning, previous to the gala.

-I can’t believe that you didn’t let me listen to it.

-I want you to see the final product, to see the full concept like the rest.

-Still… I can’t believe that you are doing this to your very first fan. I guess from now I will have to fight with all your new fans for a little attention.

-Like you ever had it… -he smirks and I hit him in the arm.

-Maybe I should start stanning other rappers, Namjoon is doing great with his mixtape. At least he appreciates me a little bit.

-Yeah, he would appreciate having you under his sheets. Well, he and the rest of the boys of the studio.

-Don’t be silly, we are just friends.

-Yeah, because no friends in history have ever hooked up, right?

-Not me at least.

-Because you are good at friend-zoning without even noticing. It’s really fun to watch them all try to have a date with you. I will tell you more, we have a bet going on.

-What? Stop joking.

His gaze is devilish, but his face remains serious; that’s how I know that he is being honest. He funnily grins while drinking and I just blush.

-Seriously? I don’t know Yoongi, that seems fake.

-Kinda is, kinda not. At the start, when they first meet you, they, believe it or not, wanted you as something more than a friend. After some time trying and failing, they accepted that it was impossible. However, it is still a joke to make moves on you to see if you notice but I know that if you give them any signal, they would be moving their tails like the dogs they are.

-That's what the bet is about? For how long has it been going on?

.Around… I don’t know. Two years maybe?

To say that I'm speechless is an understatement.

-Who’s in that bet?

-All the group?

-Even… you?

-I guess… but I like to think of myself as a judge in all this. It wouldn’t be fair to them if I played at their level since I’m your best friend.

-Oh my god, you are so full of yourself.

-Why?

-You think you can win against the others with that dumpling-like skin and that skinny body of yours? You wouldn’t be able to handle me. Jungkook or Namjoon? Definitely.

-I would prove it to you, but once you get a taste… you can’t go anywhere else.

Scarlet cheeks are my only answer to that.

-And what’s the prize of that bet?

-Free pass with you if you want it too.

-Ugh, and you are part of that?

-Now you are the one full of herself. If I win maybe I’ll be able to trade that for some equipment my studio is missing.

-I’m not an object you can use to “trade”.

-Of course you aren’t. Of course.

He pats my head messily and I can see a glint of fun in his eyes, which in Yoongi’s language means that he feels a little tipsy. He’s not the touchy type at least he has some alcohol flowing through him.

Honestly, I know that I should be a little angry with this whole bet thing but I am not. Yes, is a little weird that all of them are in this but at the same time… I know they would never hurt me or take advantage of me in that way. Also, I have to admit that sometimes I do second checks of them because… holy cow, they seem like some greek marble-carved figurines that came to life. So.. am I the one to blame?

Not to mention how lovely and protective of me they all are; I can’t remember a time when I didn’t have had their support for whatever stupid thing I was trying or a warm hug if I needed it. I guess this thing is a friendly joke I wasn’t aware of but thanks to alcohol-induced honesty in Yoongi…I’m going to have MY fun with it.

-Now that you have told me this, who has won? You are destroying it.

-I suppose the first you flirt back to and I told you because… two years?? At this point, we all know that the bet was never going to end. Why? Now that you know, is your interest in any of those assholes?

-Maybe…

-Who? -I know this caught him by surprise.

-You will have to give me more drinks and a couple of dances to know that. Decide your strategy while my trip to the bathroom -I laugh at him and make my way to the service room.

I’m not interested in any of them, but as I said, it’s my turn to have some fun with it and poor Yoongi, he’s my first victim. We have some bond to do to look like a couple, right? Well, I will take this as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

->Chapter 2

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7ndipity · 6 months

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“Made For Me”

Yoongi x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Yoongi comes home super needy, that’s it. It’s just pwp.

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: +18 mdni, smut, oral(fem receiving), unprotected sex(pls don’t do that), hair pulling, mentions of color system, swearing, not proofread

A/N: No thoughts, head empty, just horny, needy Yoongi. You’re welcome.(this was also partially requested, so thank you to the lovely anon who motivated me to finish this!)

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You were stood at the kitchen sink, washing a few stray dishes, when you heard the front door open and close.

“Y/n?” Yoongi called.

“In here.” You called over your shoulder.

No more than a few seconds later, a pair of strong arms slinked around your waist, a grin spread across your face as you felt him let out a contented sigh as he pressed himself to your back.

“Hi.” Yoongi said lowly in your ear.

“Hey.” You chuckled, leaning back into his embrace slightly. “How was your day?”

“Long.” He replied, brushing your hair aside so he could press a kiss to the side of your neck. “Kept thinking ‘bout you.”

“Really? What about?”

“How much I missed you, how much I love you, how good you felt last night.” His voice dropped as he spoke, a shiver running up your spine as he trailed his fingers across your stomach.

You turned your head to meet his hooded stare, allowing him to draw your lips into a slow, languid kiss, his tongue immediately probing into your mouth and earning a weak noise from you, spurring the growing warmth in your belly.

Slowly, he pulled away, looking up at you with dark eyes.

"C'mon." He whispered, taking your hand.

"Where are we going?" You asked in an equally soft tone, feigning ignorance.

"You know damn well." He said, making you giggle at his impatience. It wasn’t a side of him you got to see often.

He was forward when it came to initiating sex, yes, but he would usually take more time to wind you up, taking a great deal of pleasure from teasing you til you were as desperate as he was. Granted, it never took much to get you there, but still.

Leading you into the bedroom, he released his hold on your hand just long enough to pull the curtains, darkening the room just enough and giving that extra feeling of security that he knew you preferred.

“Now, where were we?” He asked, coming back to where you waited at the foot of the bed, watching him carefully. Once he was close enough, you pulled him in for another deep kiss, earning a pleased sound from him as you let your hands wander as his did, removing layers of clothing and caressing the newly revealed expanses of your bodies.

"So fucking soft." His lips dragged along your skin as he spoke, gripping onto the fullness of your sides as he kissed along the line of your shoulder, drifting down towards your chest.

"Yoongi." You breathed, not trusting your voice as he pushed you to lie back on the bed, now only in your bra and panties, catching you off guard as he knelt between your legs, rather than looming over you as he tended to do when he was in these moods.

“Shh, baby, I’ve got you, don’t worry. I’ll give you what you want.” He soothed, his breath ghosting over your skin, making you shiver and clench around nothing.

“But first, I want you to suffocate me with these fucking thighs.” He growled, squeezing the soft flesh appreciatively in his rough hands.

He leaned in, pressing a teasing kiss to your heat before licking a stripe over your underwear, making your breath catch in your throat.

“Can never get enough of this pussy.” He murmured, hooking his fingers into material to pull them down, letting out a shaky breath as he took in the sight of you laid bare before him.

“Already so wet, and I’ve barely done anything. Are you really always this needy for me?”

“Yes.” You admitted, not caring that he was trying to tease you, you just wanted him to do something, anything. “Yoongi, please.”

“Hmm, since you said please.” He leaned in again, licking another stripe through your folds, humming at the taste of your arousal on his tongue. He teased your clit lightly, kissing and licking the sensitive bud gently before sealing his lips around it and sucking harshly, causing your hips to buck up into his face.

“Fuck!” You squirmed as he continued his ministrations, but he held you in place, hooking his arms around your legs to keep you from moving around too much.

He repeated the pattern of teasing licks and suction a few more times before slipping a finger in, making you whine slightly, needing more, but knowing if you were too impatient, he would give you nothing.

Luckily, he could read your body like a book, adding a second finger as he pumped into your squelching heat, curling them upwards slightly to find the spot that made your head fall back as you let out another choked whine.

“I’m-, fuck, I’m close.” You said, hands coming down to tug at his hair.

He hummed against you, the reverberations sending you toppling over the edge, moaning his name and rutting against his face as you came.

He worked you through the aftershocks of your orgasm, only stopping when he felt you twitch from sensitivity, pulling away to smirk at you, wiping the sheen of your arousal from his mouth and chin with the back of his hand before coming up to kiss you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“Turn over.” He ordered as you parted, his voice still soft despite the lustful rasp in it.

With shaky limbs, you rolled over onto all fours, letting him manhandle you slightly as he moved you into the position he wanted.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” He growled, leaning over you, kneading your ass as he ground his hips against yours teasingly, letting you feel his hard length rub along your wet folds, collecting some of your wetness, before suddenly pressing against your entrance and slipping in, not stopping until he was fully sheathed in your twitching heat.

You moaned in unison at the stretch before he quickly began to set the pace, building up a tempo that had your tummy tightening again already. Your limbs began to shake, arms quickly giving out and letting you fall forward with your face in the pillows, muffling your increasing whines.

Letting out a low growl, Yoongi caught hold of your hair, tugging you back up so that your back was pressed to his front as he continued to pound into you.

“Fuck, this fucking pussy feels so good.” He grunted, snapping his hips into yours at a near animalistic pace. “Was fucking made for me, wasn’t it?

“Yoongi.” You whined as you clutched at him for stability, tears slipping down your face.

“Color?” He asked, slowing slightly as he noticed your tears.

“Green, so fucking green.” You panted. “Please, don’t stop.”

He grinned before picking up his pace again, slamming into you harder and making you cry out.

“God, you’re so perfect, can’t believe you’re mine.” He groaned, thrusts growing more frantic and sporadic as he neared his high.

“Y-yoongi.” You whimpered his name again.

“What is it Doll, hmm?” He asked, feeling you clenching around him. “You need to cum again?”

“Yes!” You gasped. “Please, Yoongi, please!” You were babbling, and Yoongi could tell you were close to your breaking point.

Slipping a hand around your front, he found your clit and rubbed it furiously, making you quake beneath him as you came, squeezing him so tight he could barely move.

“Fuck, Doll!” Pulling out, he quickly jerked himself a few more times before cumming across your back, painting your skin with splashes of white.

Fatigue setting in quickly, you more or less collapsed on the bed, drifting in and out for a minute, slowly focusing back in as you felt a calloused hand gently brushing the hair out of your face, stroking your cheek tenderly.

“There you are.” Yoongi said, a soft smile teasing at the corners of his lips as your eyes focused on him lying next to you, a blanket now covering the both of you.

“You checked out on me for a minute there.” He said gently. “You okay? How do you feel?”

“Good, tired.” You said, giving him a sleepy grin. “How ‘bout you?”

“Better now.” He said, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “Can I get you anything?”

You shook your head. “Just hold me?”

“Done.” He said, scooching closer and wrapping his arms around you.

“Thank you.” You said, snuggling against him.

“Thank you.” He replied.

“For what?”

“Everything.” He said. “For loving me, for letting me love you.”

Gosh, you really do turn into the biggest softie after sex, don’t you?” You giggled.

“Agh, nevermind, just go to sleep.” He grumbled, resting his head on yours.

“Yoongi?” You said.

“What?”

“I love you too.”

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theharrowing · 7 months

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Devil with the Mint Hair 🍃 3: Pretty good

His pull out game is strong but your hatred for him is stronger.

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🍃 Yoongi x Female Reader

🍃 word count: 7.7k

🍃 enemies to fuck buddies, brother’s best friend, explicit smut, nsfw, 18+

🍃 warnings: alcohol consumption (mc is tipsy); talk of hiring sex workers; mention of masturbation with sex toys; mention of Yoongi fucking Jimin; use of "baby girl" & "submissive little fuck doll"; mc is a brat; dirty talk and filthy smut (safe word establishment; mc does not get undressed; hair gripping - no description of hair style or length; being handled roughly - pushed around, gripped by head and throat; face slapping; rough, messy blow job & face fucking; a lot of drool; spitting; rough sex; pussy slapping; cunnilingus, fingering, & ass eating; multiple orgasms; overstimulation); they do not kiss once; post-nut regret; possibly catching a feeling??? (lol, as if.)

🍃 note: this scene takes place in America and there is a brief interaction with a bartender but i didn't specify what language anyone is speaking or where these characters live because it seems very unimportant for a fic like this lol. i know nobody is here for the scraps of plot.

🍃 beta read by @neoneunnajimin

🍃 posted oct. 2023 | read on ao3

The summer sun is hot and oppressive, and you sit under the awning of a poolside bar, hair dripping from taking a swim, with a towel around your hips, waiting impatiently for the bartender to return with a blended margarita – desperate for the inevitable brain freeze, if it means you get to cool down.

Why your brother chose to celebrate his September birthday in Las Vegas, of all places, is beyond you, and you try your hardest not to melt against the high bar chair and its tiny little wooden seat back. You only agreed to come because he is your brother, and you would never miss his birthday for the world.

And you assumed that he and the guys would be so busy gambling and going to strip clubs – and whatever else men in their twenties do – that you would not get stuck running into a certain someone too much, despite foolishly agreeing to meet up, should the possibility arise. And you were right, for the most part.

Night one consisted of dinner and drinks, and then the guys went off to various casinos on the strip to test their luck. You meandered through your hotel's casino, cradling a drink while taking in all the sights and sounds, ultimately becoming both underwhelmed and overwhelmed, and retiring to your room to sink into the jacuzzi tub.

The following day, the guys slept in late while you went to breakfast, and then you joined them for some day drinking and a walk along the strip. And although your sworn enemy did make an appearance each time, with your brother around, he barely acknowledged your presence – something that you have found to be both a relief and somewhat infuriating.

He has also been preoccupied with a pretty boy with bright orange hair named Jimin, and you find yourself wondering, whenever you see him, whether he is the hookup your enemy mentioned to you over text.

Not that you want that devil to acknowledge you, nor do you want to care about who he fucks – after the stunt he pulled the last time you saw him, you find it impossible to look him in the eyes for more than a few seconds. But it still feels strange to be ignored by someone who made you cum so hard – a thought that makes you cringe.

You surmise that the guys had a long night at the strip club because it is almost noon, and you have not heard from your brother. Today has been set aside as a sleep-in-and-recharge day, anyway, so you have no plans until dinner, which is how you came to be at the large outdoor pool, perched at the bar without the expectation of running into anyone. Perhaps you should have rethought your plan and gone to someone else's expansive outdoor pool, but now is not the time for weighing the could-have-beens.

Once the bright blue drink in a tall, curvy glass is set before you, you sit high in your seat, smiling as you take hold of the chilled glass and wrap your lips around the neon pink straw, sucking in the ice-cold concoction that sends a shiver down your spine with a flavor that you can only describe as boozy blue.

"God, that's good," you mutter to yourself, rolling your eyes back with joy and lolling your head as a frigid rush works its way through your body, aided by your damp bathing suit.

"Damn," a familiar voice rasps from behind, making you jump, "what do they put in those things?"

You don't need to turn to see that Yoongi has sat to your right, but you do, quickly taking in his naked torso and black swim shorts before turning your attention back to your drink, putting the straw between your lips and noting that he is dressed to swim but still dry.

As much as you try to ignore his presence, you can feel Yoongi's eyes on you, and you do your best to ignore the way your skin has broken into goosebumps and your face warms. You do not like him, and you hate how your body responds to his presence.

Yoongi drawls a petulant, "Wow, not even gonna say hi to me, huh?"

You roll your eyes, take a deep, chilling sip of blue, and turn your attention toward him, doing your best to appear wholly inconvenienced. Then, with wide, incredulous eyes and a fake smile, you say, "Hi, Yoongi," as sarcastically as possible.

Yoongi snickers, then opens his mouth to retaliate, but the bartender returns and asks if he would like something, forcing his attention away as he points to your drink and says, "I'll have whatever that is."

The bartender cheerily says, "Blue raspberry margarita, coming right up!" and walks off.

Yoongi turns his attention back to you to mutter, "Sounds mildly horrifying; I can't wait," with a grin.

Feeling annoyed and disinterested in whatever this man is playing at, you blurt, "Why are you here, Yoongi?"

"My best friend's birthday," Yoongi responds, running a hand through his short, mint-green hair, and sounding bored. "Why else?"

You sigh and roll your eyes, then focus on stabbing the pink straw into your blue drink. "I mean here, sitting next to me. There are other bars out here, and hundreds more along the strip. Shouldn’t you be preoccupied by that orange-haired guy who clings to you, instead?”

When Yoongi asks, "Why wouldn't I want to be here, sitting next to you?” his voice is much lower and much closer than you expect, and you flinch, turning your sights back to him.

Yoongi leans on the bar top, elbow only inches away, and his gaze is piercing. Only a small floral bikini top covers your upper half, and your leg sticks out from the slit in your towel enough that when Yoongi's gaze roves slowly and hungrily over your body, you feel exposed. Anxiety crashes through you, but so does arousal, and you clear your throat and take another frozen sip.

“And anyway,” Yoongi continues the moment you turn away, “Jimin is still asleep, and likely will be for several more hours.”

The bartender returns and sets Yoongi's drink before him, and you watch from the corner of your eye as his nimble, long fingers delicately cradle the glass and slide it toward himself. He sits forward, takes a sip, and then grumbles out something unintelligible under the sound of your pounding heart.

"Hmm?" you ask, turning your attention to him.

"Not as orgasmic as you made it seem, but not too bad."

With another roll of your eyes, you mutter, "You are so annoying."

Truth be told, sitting out here with Yoongi is not as bad as you would have thought. Perhaps it is because he is holding back from leaning too far into your personal space and wearing you down – likely because the two of you are surrounded by others, and there is a slight chance that your brother or one of the other guys could come find the two of you. Or, perhaps the dry Vegas heat is making you too worn out both physically and emotionally to care.

Yoongi hums, and you turn your attention toward him without fully looking at him, continuing to suck at your melting drink. One thing you will give Vegas credit for is even these shitty slushies are potent enough that you are already feeling a little tipsy.

"You seem calm today," Yoongi muses. "Did you also bring back an escort last night? Get the stress fucked out of you?"

Everything Yoongi says hits you like several small trucks, and you open and close your mouth, attempting to begin several sentences but feeling at a loss for which detail to hone in on. Finally, you settle on the most obvious bit and ask, "Escort? What?"

Yoongi laughs, and it sounds almost mocking and sardonic, so you look at him, finding him chewing on his bright yellow straw with a lopsided smile. "Why do you think the guys are so worn out? I've been keeping them busy."

"You've…what?"

Another laugh, but this one comes from the guts, deep and amused. "What? We're in Vegas, baby girl! Gotta make sure to give the guys the full experience."

"You're lying," you mutter, straw wedged between your teeth, doing your best not to respond to the sound of him calling you baby girl out loud.

Has Yoongi really been hiring sex workers to stay with the guys? All the while you've been using a vibrator and feeling too small in your gigantic suite. You have nothing against the notion of sex work, but knowing that your brother…a violent shudder runs through you as you attempt to shut out the thought.

"Ha, come on, do you really think I would lie about something like this? We found a fun little club not too far from here, and the guys took a liking to some of the dancers. Once we found out the girls can be rented for the night, that was that."

"Wow," is all you can mutter, because what else do you add? Must be nice? Thanks for the invite? Nothing feels appropriate. And anyway, what if Yoongi is lying?

"And what's the name of your favorite girl?" you ask, attempting to play it cool, taking another deep sip of blue before turning your eyes to Yoongi, whose gaze is firm.

The way he regards you is unyielding, and you squirm in your seat, finding it hard to hold eye contact. Somehow this is the most civil conversation you have ever had with Yoongi in person, and you find yourself nearly charmed by his presence. That is, until you recall how he showed up at your door knowing full well that your brother was not home so he could smoke you out and pressure you into rough sex on your bedroom floor, of all fucking places.

And you almost break the spell and let your anger rise, feeling the sudden urge to chug back your drink and get the fuck away from this demon. But you cannot deny the way he made you feel, and you would be lying if you said you would not want to feel it again, especially after agreeing to hook up if the opportunity presented itself. It seems as if it has, in fact, done just that.

Although you are at war with your thoughts and not fully set on running off, you do slurp more than half of the remnants of your drink, which goes down easy now that it has more or less melted into a boozy syrup.

"Well?" you challenge, curious what kinds of escorts Yoongi has been bringing back to his room. You wonder if they like it just as rough as you do.

Yoongi tongues the inside of his mouth, then chuckles. "Nah, I haven't been partaking. Only supplying."

At this, you roll your eyes, once more. Why is Yoongi suddenly acting like a prude? "Sure, okay," you say incredulously.

"I'm serious!" Yoongi insists, making you laugh more.

"There's nothing wrong with hiring sex workers, Yoongi," you say with raised eyebrows, almost defensively.

"I fucking know that," he bites back, "I'm the one hiring them!"

"Okay, then—"

"Why would I need to hire someone? You're right down the hall."

Now you know he is fucking with you, and you hate to admit it, but it makes you annoyed – a little upset, even. If Yoongi has been preoccupying the guys, why hasn’t he shown up at your door? He must be messing with you.

"Shut the fuck up," you grit with your straw between your teeth before sucking the rest of your drink back. The straw gurgles loudly against the bottom of the glass as you angrily seek every last drop of tequila and blue.

"I'm serious," Yoongi responds, close.

When you regard him, he looks serious, but you are certain that he must be toying with you, and you begin to slide from the tall chair to the ground, stretching your toes to meet the rough gunite while your shifting weight makes the chair scrape loudly backward.

There is laughter in Yoongi's voice when he asks, "Wait, where are you going?"

You sigh and stare at Yoongi's half-empty drink rather than at himself, contemplating how much you even want to reveal. You do not have feelings for him, for one thing, but you are also not sure whether he has just been messing with you and lying about wanting to hook up again. It almost feels like you are the butt of some joke.

"I'm not going to sit here and be made fun of," you say, pointedly not meeting his gaze before you turn to walk back into the hotel.

"Wait," Yoongi says, and before you have a chance to register the word, his hand is on your arm, tugging you back. "There has definitely been a misunderstanding."

You are surprised to find that Yoongi is standing, and now that you are on your feet, the alcohol hits you at once, spinning you somewhat off your axis as you twist out of Yoongi's hold and frown at his eager expression. You stumble slightly back on flip-flopped feet and straighten out, giving him your best glare.

"Look, I'm not interested in your games, okay? I know you enjoy being an asshole for fun, so cut the shit, Yoongi."

Yoongi actually looks a bit upset before he schools his features and scoffs, taking a step back and reaching for his drink. He shrugs, then mutters, "Fine, be a fucking brat."

The whiplash is astounding, and you stand your ground while trying to figure out just what the fuck is going on. Yoongi sucks his cheeks in to finish the last of his tequila syrup, then he walks past you with an air of nonchalance that makes you turn on your toes and follow him in a huff. You were going to have the last word; who does he think he is?

As the two of you approach the open door of the hotel, Yoongi turns to glance over his shoulder and scoffs. "What? Tagging along so you can bitch at me in the elevator?"

"Oh, fuck off," you respond louder than necessary now that the two of you are in the crowded carpeted hallway and the raucous sounds of the pool are quieted behind concrete and glass. "I'm going back to my room."

"Sure you don't want to come back to mine?" Yoongi asks over his shoulder as you round a corner into a nearly empty hallway, walking deeper into the hotel.

"What?" you all but shout.

"Oh, come on," he laughs, turning to walk backward just long enough to say, "I saw how jealous you got over the prospect of me fucking someone else, despite knowing full well that I do fuck someone else, regularly. Regardless, the guys are all asleep, which means an opportunity has presented itself."

"I was not—" you begin as his gaze rakes down your body, and he turns back around.

"Admit it," Yoongi drawls, taking a corner to the left into a small elevator lobby with eight gold doors. He presses a call button, then turns to fully face you. "You can't get me out of your head, can you? I've been watching you sneak glances all weekend, baby girl; you're a terrible actor."

How can one man be so exasperating? As you wait for one of the elevators to get close, you stare up at the lights above the nearest one, hoping that by some chance two of them open so that you are not stuck in a compact square carriage with him.

But as one of the elevators behind you dings, and not a single person joins you inside, you realize all too soon that you are trapped with him, and only him. Yoongi steps in first and holds his hand in front of the door to keep it from closing, and you slide into the small space and step into the furthest corner from him, staring at the gold doors as they close, then watching in the peripheral as Yoongi hits the number 32 – the floor you both stay on.

"So?" Yoongi drawls, causing your entire body to break out in goosebumps – though you reason it is likely from your bathing suit still being damp and has nothing to do with that demon's deep, inviting voice.

"So, what?" you bite back, staring up at the little screen above the button panel that flashes with which floor it passes.

"You gonna come to my room and let us both have what we want, or what? Nice and rough, just like you asked for.”

With a scoff, you cross your arms over your chest, attempting to find warmth and to cover how hard your nipples are under your bathing suit top. Yoongi steps closer, and in this enclosed space, you can smell hints of musk and cologne, and maybe something sweet, like a lingering trace of shampoo or a body wash.

"Or maybe we should go to yours," he suggests, deep and quiet. "Your room is further from the others…don't need any of them hearing you screaming my name while I tame the brat out of you."

"You are insufferable," you grit under your breath, though your words do not sound as firm as you would like.

Yoongi hums and steps impossibly closer, then says, "I know you can't stop thinking about me, baby girl. Just give in."

As soon as the elevator dings and the gold doors slide open, he side steps far away from you, giving you space to exit and begin the hurried trek toward your room. From the elevator lobby, yours is to the left and down a little, whereas the group of rooms the guys are staying in are just off to the right. If you did let Yoongi fuck you – which you are not – doing so in your room would be the wiser of the two choices.

You round the corner to the left and walk quickly down to your door. To your chagrin, Yoongi's flip flops smack behind you, and you sigh and let your head droop back, feeling too tipsy and maybe a little too horny to be allowing him to come to your room. You reach your door and fish your key from where it's wedged between your towel and hip, then turn and scowl, looking over Yoongi's shoulder to make sure nobody else is in the hallway to see the two of you together.

"Go back to your room, Yoongi," you say. Your heart pounds the closer he gets, and you do your best to keep your eyes on his face, but he is shirtless, and he looks really good with his lean but defined muscles on display.

"Is that really what you want?" he asks, stopping a foot away and leaning into the wall.

"Yes!" you whisper-yell, insistent. You glance over his shoulder once more, then say, "The last thing I want is to get caught with you."

Yoongi's face brightens, and you know in an instant that you have fucked up. "Oh, so you do want me to fuck your brains out, but you're worried about getting caught?"

"That's not—"

Yoongi raises an eyebrow and does not wait for you to finish your sentence, drawling, "I think it is. You already said as much over text."

Although your hand is lifted halfway to the key scanner, it is too far for it to detect the key and allow you entrance. You raise your eyebrows and use the hand holding the key to wave him off, muttering, "Shoo! Get the fuck out of here. I don't want to be seen with you."

Yoongi tongues the inside of his cheek, grabs your hand, and forces you to hold the key against the scanner, then reaches with his other hand to open the door and shove the two of you inside. Everything happens in a flash, and you barely have a chance to get your bearings, muttering, "Yoongi, what the f—" as you are ushered into the entrance of your hotel room, and Yoongi is closing the door behind the two of you.

"Nobody can see us in here," Yoongi says as he steps out of his sandals and walks into your room, adding, "problem solved," over his shoulder.

Your hotel room is fairly tidy, with only a few small sprawling piles of clothing and beauty products here and there. But you definitely left a dildo and vibrator lying tangled in the sheets of the bed from toying yourself last night, and you kick out of your sandals and scurry over to the bed, hoping to get to them before Yoongi sees them, finding him holding the small purple bullet vibrator between his fingers.

"Naughty girl," Yoongi teases when you come into view, and you can hear him clicking on the power button multiple times to make the buzzing louder and stronger.

"Put that down," you insist, closing the space between the two of you and reaching for it.

"Let me use this on you," Yoongi mutters, dropping his arm down and brushing the vibrating toy over your thigh, right in between the slit of the towel.

"Yoongi!" you yelp, hopping backward and reaching for his arm, but Yoongi just grins and holds the toy behind his back, flexing his arm as you attempt to yank on it.

"Please," Yoongi asks softly, flashing a lopsided smile, and you shove at his chest and walk away, determined to put space between the two of you.

Given how fast Yoongi can make you cum, the prospect of him fucking you while using your toy does excite you, but it also worries you. This man would turn you into a pile of mush in no time. Luckily, he turns the toy off and tosses it back onto your bed, toward the pillows.

“We need to establish boundaries,” you say, walking over to a long mirror near the front entrance of the room to check your reflection. Although you appear tired from a combination of tipsiness, heat, and genuine exhaustion, you look good enough to let this demon perceive you.

When you turn back to Yoongi, he is sitting on the corner of your bed, arms relaxed at his sides, waiting for you to continue.

“Things like hitting, spitting, and hair-pulling are fine, but I get to tell you to stop if it becomes too much.”

“We’ll establish a safe word,” Yoongi says.

A thrill rushes over you as you consider what your safe word could be, and you formulate an idea, unable to hold back from grinning. Yoongi must take notice, because he sits higher, raising his eyebrows curiously.

“The guy with the orange hair,” you say, approaching Yoongi, whose eyes widen as you speak, “is he your regular hookup?”

Yoongi smiles sharply, then nods his head slightly as he says, “He is.”

“And he knows you plan to fuck me? Or are you doing it behind his back?”

Yoongi’s smile turns wide and playful. “He knows.”

“Hmm,” you respond, stepping close enough that he could reach out and touch you. “My safe word is Jimin.”

Yoongi tongues the inside of his cheek, then sits back, placing his palms against the white comforter on the bed. “Really?”

You chuckle as you nod and say, “Yup.”

“You’re going to scream Jimin’s name if you want me to slow down or stop?”

“Correct.”

Yoongi laughs, clearly amused, then he nods and says, “Alright. Works for me. Any other boundaries? Things you’re not into?”

Truthfully, at this moment, there is nothing you can think of. So you shrug and say, “Nothing as of now…but I’ll tell you if that changes.”

“You’ll moan my hookup’s name if you change your mind,” Yoongi mutters with a smirk.

“Yup.”

Yoongi rolls his shoulders and then sits up straight before slowly beginning to stand. You take a step back, feeling nervousness sink in over the fact that this is really happening, especially with the way Yoongi stands tall with his shoulders square and his expression flat.

“Repeat your safe word for me,” Yoongi commands.

“Jimin,” you respond, much softer than intended.

The corner of Yoongi’s mouth rises for a split second, then he squints as if he is disgusted by what he sees. Instinctively, you take another step back.

Yoongi is quick as a serpent, hand snapping up to grip onto your jaw and make you gasp – startling you.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks in a sharp snarl.

Although you move your lips, all you are able to mutter is vowels, unsure what to say.

“You’re mine, baby girl. You don’t so much as move unless I command it.”

Although you are aware that your safe word negates his statement, your heart thrums heavily behind your ribs at the idea of being at Yoongi’s mercy. You told him you wanted it rough – wanted it to hurt – and now that you stand before him, trepidation sinks deep.

Yoongi continues to grip firmly to your chin while his free hand rips the towel from around your hips and chucks it to the side, making you gasp and flinch. The bikini you wear is small and still a bit damp, and you shiver as the air hits your bare thighs and tummy. Your breaths are heavy, causing a quick rise and fall of your chest, and you already feel a bit dazed from being handled his way.

“Look at you,” Yoongi growls with a sharp, hungry gaze, lips upturned. “You can talk all the shit you want about how much you hate me, but I can see the way you want me, baby girl."

His grasp on your jaw is firm, and when he begins to pull his arm back, toward the bed, you step with him, moving slowly as his body rotates. Yoongi smirks razor-sharp, eyes burning with excitement, and you hate how absolutely right he is. You want him real bad.

"Wanna choke on my cock while sitting on the bed, or down on your knees?" Yoongi asks, leaning nice and close, wafting warm, sugar-sweet breath into your face.

"On the bed," you mutter, voice hoarse and weak.

Yoongi grips your jaw ever so slightly, then pushes you down into the bed, causing you to gasp and scramble as you keep from sliding off the edge, hands gripping onto the white comforter.

"Not eager to get back onto the floor with me?" he chides, but all you can do is stare upward as he looms over you, fingers working the velcro fly of his black swim shorts.

Yoongi wastes no time pushing his shorts to the floor, revealing a half-hard and inviting cock. Last time, you hardly got a good look at him, but this time, it is all you see as Yoongi grips onto the back of your hair and yanks you forward, practically shoving himself against your lips.

"Don't be shy, baby girl," Yoongi groans, using his other hand to gently squeeze your throat. You look up at Yoongi without tilting your head, greeted by a dark stare that gives you chills as he adds, "Let's see what that pretty, bratty fucking mouth of yours can do."

With a deep, fortifying breath, you sit high on the bed, hands still gripping the comforter, and you run your tongue over the shaft, just below his cockhead. His skin is smooth with a faint soapy smell, and you let your eyes flutter as your lips close over the head, wetting the skin.

"We don't have all fucking day," Yoongi practically growls as he presses your head close to his pelvis.

With a snarl, you glance up through your lashes, saying, "We quite literally do have all day," lips still pressed against him. In a show of brattiness, you add, "So do you want it, or are you going to keep being an asshole?"

Yoongi releases the hand on your hair and slaps you against the cheek. It is not hard enough to sting, but it is enough to make you gasp, eyes wide as you let the slight tingle settle over your skin. Although you would ordinarily be ready to fight a man for slapping you, in this setting, it excites you – makes you want to act like even more of a pain in his ass.

"Too far?" Yoongi asks, expression still hard but with a hint of softness hiding around the edges.

If this were anyone else, you would bat your lashes and tell him you liked it – that it felt exciting enough to set a spark in you that is threatening to light a proper fire. But this is Yoongi, so you scoff and say, "I didn't call my safe word, did I?"

Yoongi chuckles in response with the edge of his mouth tugging into a sharp sneer. Then he slaps you again, this time hard enough to sting, and he grips your throat and tugs you against him, forcing your forehead to crash against his tummy while the head of his cock presses into your lips and teeth.

"Suck my fucking dick or I'm leaving," he commands.

With a roll of your eyes, you grumble, "So moody."

You can hear the beginning of a response, but you open wide and swallow Yoongi as far as you can take him, letting the tip lightly touch your throat. Yoongi groans, tightening his grip on your neck before relaxing it while the other firmly grabs the back of your head.

Without warning, Yoongi bucks his hips, thrusting deep. You gag, but not badly enough to have to pull off, swallowing the feeling while he pulls back and thrusts forward again. And again, pulling out, slamming deep, and pulling out, clearly not setting a rhythm so much as testing your limits.

You lift your hands and settle them on his hips, surprised by how soft his skin feels beneath your fingertips, and when he pulls back again, you take in a deep enough breath through your nose. Although Yoongi is forceful, his grip on you is loose – a small mercy considering you are already drooling and beginning to cry.

"Damn, baby girl, your throat feels amazing," Yoongi rasps, voice coming out surprisingly desperate.

As he sets a pace, you settle into the pattern of breathing in time with his thrusts, and Yoongi continues to hold onto your head and neck while he fucks your face. Although you have given a sloppy blow job or two in the past, this is the first time you have allowed someone to be in control.

Tears catch in your eyelashes and fall, and you glance up, watching as Yoongi grits his teeth and knits his brow, clearly holding himself back from losing some semblance of control – whether it is the urge to fuck harder or to cum already, you can only presume.

When his eyes meet yours, he moans, allowing his eyelids to flutter, causing your strong foundation of hating his fucking guts to crumble just a little. Yoongi looks sexy while falling apart, sweat glistening on his shoulders and chest, which rise and fall with each breath he takes.

"You have no idea how fucking good this feels," Yoongi mutters, hissing as his cock presses in nice and deep, causing thick drool to build.

The sounds that come from you are wet and pornographic, forced from your throat. You attempt to hum in response to his praise, but the sound is garbled and lost. Not that he needs to hear your sweet utterances, anyway; what would that do for his ego?

When Yoongi pulls all the way out, it surprises you. You lurch slightly, your mouth following the movement while your lungs attempt to adjust to a full intake of air. Yoongi moves his hand from the back of your head and slaps you across the cheek, making you whimper.

Drool coats your lips and chin, tears streak down your cheeks, and the way Yoongi looks down at you is practically reverent. You wonder what he could possibly be thinking – Min Yoongi does not look at you like that.

Thankfully, in a blink, the expression is gone, replaced by something much sharper. Yoongi reaches down and yanks at your swim top, forcing your breasts to spill in a jerking motion. Too stunned to respond, you sit while Yoongi roughly palms at your chest, calloused hands against soft, sensitive skin.

Yoongi squeezes and slaps your breasts, giving your nipples a pinch with one alternating hand while he continues holding you firmly by the throat. You do your best not to react too loudly, huffing and sighing without moaning; you want Yoongi to really work to get a reaction out of you. With how cocky he is, you expect he will have no trouble doing so.

Without warning, Yoongi shoves you onto your back, fully releasing you, and sending you crashing against the comforter. You scramble, legs spreading as you lift one in an attempt to get into any position that might be useful, but Yoongi bends and grabs your ass, yanking it off the edge of the bed and pressing in a way that lifts your hips slightly, causing your legs to flail and spread. He yanks your swimsuit bottom to the side, bends just enough to spit on you, and then he rubs the tip of his dick against the spit, over your clit and labia before he spears you nice and deep.

The stretch makes you cry out and squeeze your eyes tight, gripping the comforter and attempting to find a position to hold your legs. Yoongi presses and slightly twists you so that one leg is bent and somewhat hanging downward and the other is lifted high in the air, and he sets a brutal pace, fucking you hard and deep before you can wrap your head around anything.

"Holy fuck!" you scream, pleasure-pain so intense, you struggle to breathe.

"So tight," Yoongi moans, pressing his weight into you even more, making your leg muscles burn and ache.

All you can do is lay and take what Yoongi gives you, doing your best to relax your muscles while he fucks you harder and better than anyone has before. You said you wanted it rough, and you are not disappointed. With each deep thrust, you chase your high quickly.

Yoongi reaches with one hand and roughly rubs over your clit, giving your pussy gentle slaps that send you hurtling over the edge. Your moans turn into sobs, back bowing from the bed as you build and build and then crash.

"That's it, baby girl," Yoongi grits, fingers working your clit in more practiced movements. "Show me how fast I can make you cum."

"Sh-sh-shut up," you grumble, head digging back into the comforter. Orgasm washes over you, threatening to drown you in its undertow, and you sob and moan, hands tensing and releasing as your legs tremble at their awkward angles.

Yoongi pulls all the way out before you finish, shoving your legs down and forcing you to roll over. You move in a haphazard tangle of limbs, your body both shimmering from its high and feeling unfulfilled.

As you get onto your stomach, you drag-crawl up the bed just enough to prevent your knees from hanging uncomfortably, glad when the bed dips and Yoongi follows you. Both hands grip your ass cheeks, pulling the material of your bathing suit and causing the fabric to dig into your skin.

Yoongi slides back in and presses his hands firmly on your ass and lower back, pinning you down while his thrusts make the mattress bounce. You feel dizzy as Yoongi fucks you deep, and when he moves his hands to anchor beside your hips, you bounce even harder.

One hand presses down on the side of your head and pushes your face into the mattress, and although it does not hurt, the pressure is enough to make you feel almost floaty and perfectly used. You are so close to cuming again, and when Yoongi leans low, warm breath ghosting over your face, you close your eyes.

"This rough enough for you?" he asks, voice raspy and enticing.

You practically scream yes and divulge just how good he makes you feel – how you will likely never be fucked this good by anyone else. But you choose to hold onto the praise for another day.

"It's pretty good," you manage to mutter between unrelenting slaps of skin against skin.

Yoongi scoffs. "Pretty good," he grits, mostly to himself.

Then he spits on the side of your mouth, causing you to scowl. Yoongi removes the hand from your head and rubs his fingers over the saliva, smearing it over your lips and cheek while his hips continue their attack.

"You look so good, all messy," he says with a playful tone. "Nothing but a submissive little fuck doll for me to use as I please."

Yoongi sits up, grips you by the hips, and speeds his pace, causing every muscle in your body to fight between wanting to tense and relax. You chase your next high and breakneck speeds, babbling nonsense as Yoongi uses you just as promised.

You nearly cum just as Yoongi pulls out and releases his hold. With an impatient, frustrated groan, you bury your face into the blanket while Yoongi's weight shifts and reaches under you to grab your hips. Hot breath follows a warm wet tongue against your pussy, and you moan loud and eager, doing your best to pop your ass out and give him as much access to you as possible as a new rush of pleasure takes hold.

Yoongi buries his face into you and puts his whole jaw into devouring your cunt, lips and tongue working you over in broad, sloppy movements. Remnants of the high you were chasing before build quickly. And when his tongue moves to your asshole and he plunges two fingers into your pussy, thumb rubbing over your clit, the dam breaks.

Gripping the comforter, you squeal and moan, feeling wave after intense wave flow through you. Yoongi hums and groans as he tongue fucks your ass, fingers and thumb rubbing over your sweet spots. As soon as your high dissipates, you feel another racing to take its place.

This time, when he pulls away before you can cum, you feel relief. You do your best to relax and catch your breath, feeling your entire body tremble and sink into the mattress.

"Already going limp on me," Yoongi teases, pressing into your hips to make you roll around to your back again.

“Making me dizzy,” you complain as you flop over, legs spreading uselessly, plopping down to the mattress.

Your bathing suit top is even more askew, breasts hanging past the thin cups that have shifted, but you do not care. This is exactly how you wanted to be fucked – rushed, rough, and without any preamble or romance.

“You like it when I play with your ass,” Yoongi teases, lips pulled into an obnoxious smirk.

“Shut up,” you complain, rolling your heavy, tired eyes.

Yoongi spreads your thighs with both palms and spits with enough force onto your clit that it makes you flinch. One hand stays pressed into your thigh while the other pumps and lines up his cock.

How it still feels so incredible when he spears you open is a mystery; your body should be used to it by now, but instead, the stretch feels overwhelming, making you moan and arc off the comforter.

“Should let Jimin and I double penetrate you,” Yoongi grits between his teeth as he pulls back and slams forward.

“Oh my god!” you scream as Yoongi grips your hips and drives his cock into you so hard, your body trembles and jiggles with each perfect punch of his hips.

Although the prospect of actually meeting Jimin does interest you, and it does feel good when Yoongi plays with your ass, double penetration – specifically anal sex – is not something you are ready for. But you are unable to voice your trepidation at the moment, mouth only capable of sputtering nonsense between sobs and moans, which you are no longer capable of holding back.

Yoongi leans, deepening his thrusts, and he slots two fingers into your mouth, pressing on your tongue and forcing you to drool. His fingers taste like you, heady and ever so slightly tangy, and he grips onto your jaw nice and tight while each drag of his cock threatens to send you into a new dimension of existence.

Your eyes flutter, and you wonder if it is possible for your soul to slip from your body. You feel tingly and elevated into clouds – like nothing in the world exists but the two of you tangled in this sardonic dance.

"Fuck, I won't last much longer," Yoongi groans, and you practically thank the heavens.

At this rate, if Yoongi does not cum soon, you might risk actually wanting to see him more often. You might find yourself thinking about him while he is away, and, god forbid, wanting to invite him over to do this again.

"Can I cum inside you?" Yoongi asks, voice breaking around the edges.

You attempt to mutter, "Absolutely not," around his fingers, but the sounds come out jumbled and drool runs down your cheek.

Luckily, Yoongi seems to understand, and he slides his fingers from your mouth, then pulls all the way out and begins to stroke himself off with his drool-covered hand. Although you find it hard to keep your eyes open, you cannot help but stare.

Yoongi kneels over you, head tipped back with his throat bobbing as he chases the last of his high. He moans loud and unabashed, sounding and looking far better than you care to admit, with his mint-colored hair hanging over his forehead in sweaty little stalactites. He trembles as his cum sprays from his glistening cock, covering your thigh and hip, and as he squeezes his tip to get the last remaining drops out, he falls slightly forward, bracing himself with his free hand.

"God damn," Yoongi groans, head drooping low. "I knew you would feel good but that was insane."

The urge to tell Yoongi to shut up is strong, but you find you cannot get the words out. All you can do is stare as he catches his breath. You wonder how you have never noticed how broad his shoulders are before, eyes tracing the lines of muscle and bone. Briefly, you even wonder if you could have a crush on someone like him, before you heavy-blink and shake your head, forcing the thought away.

You hum in response to Yoongi's words, delayed because you are stuck in your head. Of course, you would be thinking thoughts about a man who makes you feel this good – but that is all they are, thoughts. Yoongi is an idiot, at the end of the day, who is best friends with your brother, and something like this cannot become a regular occurrence. Surely, once you have come down from your various highs, you will be right back to hating him.

"Alright," Yoongi groans, finally meeting your eye while he slides off the edge of the bed, into a standing position. "This was fun. Thanks for the pussy."

"Whatever," you grumble, finally attempting to move your bathing suit back into place before realizing you still have Yoongi's cum drying on your fucking hip.

"Next time, I want to bring Jimin. You'll love him, trust me."

With a sigh, you glance around the room, then remember there is a box of tissues sitting on the bathroom counter. "There is definitely not going to be a next time," you respond as you begin to attempt to roll into a position that does not make the cum trickle onto the bed.

"You always say that," Yoongi teases, pulling his shorts up, "but I know you'll be thinking about me after this. I saw the way you drifted, baby girl. You were having an out of body experience while I fucked you nice and hard."

"Alright, fuck off," you complain, sitting up and untying the still-damp bathing suit from your chest. Post-nut regret settles deep the more he eggs you on, and it is beginning to annoy the shit out of you. Why must he speak? All of this would be much more pleasant if he would just fuck you and go.

Yoongi turns and walks away without another word. You close your eyes and take a deep breath in, making an attempt at centering yourself. This was just another slip-up, and hardly a big deal; it is not as if you will be asking for a round three. He is simply too annoying and low-key inconsiderate.

You sit and wait for the door to open and close, planning a nice warm shower. The only plan the group has is to meet for dinner, and that isn't for another few hours. You are shocked when you feel something hit you on the arm, and your eyes fly open to find the cardboard cube of tissues resting by your hand, and Yoongi standing nearby with a smile.

"See ya later," he calls, waving his fingertips playfully while a sweet, almost pretty smile graces his lips.

"Yup," you respond, tearing your gaze away and looking down at the tissues. Only when you finally do hear Yoongi leave, do you begin to wipe yourself clean.

"Get your shit together," you mumble under your breath, disgusted by how much you actually did enjoy Yoongi's company, bothered by how your giant suite feels lonely the moment he is gone.

You need to get a grip before dinnertime. And you need to resist the urge to get to know Jimin. This can not and will not become a regular thing. There is absolutely no way it can. Nothing good can come from catching feelings for the devil with the mint hair.

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With a few basic questions and a two minute wait, he was paired with a woman that sounds rather beautiful. He imagines that she is, at least. Well, he hopes.

He’s been chatting with her for about an half of a minute, and he’s feeling her. So he doesn’t hang up when the official timer begins.

“So umm…how confidential is this?” He can never be too careful. This could ruin his reputation if someone found out. “You said you’ve done this before, right?”

“Yeah, it’s safe, love. Trust me.”

He hopes you’re right.

“After you complete the questionnaire, they pair you with a random person who has similar preferences.”

He pushes the worrisome thoughts to the back of his mind and proceeds to pleasure himself before time is up. He’s currently living paycheck to paycheck, so fifteen minutes was all he could afford.

“Should I lead or…?”

He scoffs out a laugh. “I got it, babe. Just vibe with me.”

“Okay.” Your response is through small labored breaths. You must be broke as shit too because you aren’t wasting any time. “C-Can you put on some music or something?...I umm, can’t do it when it’s this quiet.”

He grabs his laptop and allows whatever track is next to travel through the speakers.

Fuck. He forgot about the beats he was playing for someone earlier. Hopefully, it doesn’t ruin your mood before he can change it. “Sorry,” he mutters a bit embarrassed.

“No, this is fine.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s sensual,” you pant. His brows knit together in curiosity and he momentarily ceases his movements. “The bass complements your voice well, actually. Did you umm…?”

“Yeah, that’s me.”

“I like it.” The little moan behind those words has him standing at attention. In any second, he could blow his load.

“Yeah? What else do you like?...Tell me what gets your attention.”

There’s a pause. “Or would you rather me shut up?”

“The opposite. I wanna hear you…your voice. You sound hot,” you giggle and it’s one of the most soothing things he’s ever heard. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, sweetheart. You don’t sound bad either…Just hearing you laugh is making me hard.”

He hears a whimper; one of the sexiest, neediest whines to ever grace his ears. “Tell me what you just did. Don’t be shy.”

“I—”

You hesitate, so he steps in.

“Touching your pussy, huh?”

He senses through the phone how worked up he’s getting you. You’ve started panting and moaning out your words shamelessly.

“Mmhm, my clit.”

He chuckles and whispers of curses come through the phone.

“Do me a favor?” you agree and he continues. “Move a little lower and dip your fingers in your pussy. Tell me how wet it is.”

He uses his spit for lubrication and tightens his fist around his cock. He imagines it was your walls snuggled around him, pumping his length as you bounce up and down. Something inside of him believes that you’re pretty, with a nice ass too. A really nice ass, that’s what his fantasies project at least.

“Fuck. How many?” you ask him.

Damn. You’re obedient as well. That’s hot, really hot.

“As many as your pretty cunt can take.”

When he hears a muffled cry, his bottom lips tucks between his teeth while he concentrates on the squelching sounds coming through the phone. You both move in sync with the music and allow it to take away the nervous jitters the both of you had previously. His cock starts twitching in his palm when your sweet little moans move through his ears.

“How many did you use, sweetheart?”

You answer him in a high-pitched voice. You’re close too, he can hear it. Your eyes are probably screwed shut, trying to keep it together to prolong the call, but he has to go before his bill skyrockets. He needs to get you off—quickly.

“Two. Three, now. I needed more.”

“Greedy, aren’t we?”

“No…I’m just really horny.”

He has to smile at that. “Yeah? Me too. This is good, but I'd rather be balls deep in you.”

“Fuck, I’d like it.”

Sweat beads on his forehead, but he just wipes it away with the back of his hand and keeps going. The music has changed to something more upbeat and he knows this is his shot for home plate.

“Really? Is that why you’re making a mess? I can hear it, you know...you’re so fucking wet.”

“Shit, I wanna come,” your words are barely recognizable and you just keep begging him for more, “please help me.”

“Fuck, sweetheart. Take your fingers out and rub your clit. Spread that sticky shit all over it and get yourself off.”

He throws his head back and curls his toes, bracing himself for the impact of his orgasm. This has to top he sexual encounters and he’s not even touching you. It’s just something about you that’s driving him insane. He doesn’t even know your name, but he doesn’t need to, not when all that matters now is the pleasure of this experience.

“I’d lick it all up too, eat you out until you cry and forget your own fucking name. You want that, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, I wanna feel you so bad.”

“I know, baby. You’d let me take you anyway I’d like, wouldn’t you?...I could bend you over? Dick you down with your legs pinned by your head. I fuck you up, princess and you’d never want another.”

“Fuck, I’m gonna—”

Dead silence.

“Are you kidding me? Fuck!”

The phone hangs up just as you both reach your climaxes. Disappointment is thick in the air as his quick strokes gradually begin to slow. He groans and curses angrily at the loss, and grips fistfuls of his hair in frustration. Out of all the people for this to happen to; it had to be him. Just when he thought his luck couldn’t get any worse, this happens and proves that life is just out to get him.

“Something’s gotta give, man. I can’t keep living like this.”

So, he shrugs off his needs and does what he does best—work. He puts on his headphones and hopes that one of these tracks will be the one that opens the door to all of his dreams.

Two years later…

“This is your boy Jay Millz, and you're listening to Q107.9. We got my man Suga in the motherfuckin’ building. This guy has the hottest track on the radio right now, bro. He’s gonna be chilling with us for a minute while we dip into the Rush Hour Mix with DJ Reign. Suga! How you doin’, man?...”

He nods and greets the guy behind the mic. They extend their arms for a brief handshake before he continues. “What’s good? Glad to be here, man.”

Yoongi looks around the table and sighs. He’s tired of the same fucking questions.

What’s next for you? How does it feel to be the hottest rapper out right now? Will you sign with SlaughterHouse Records?

As if he’d leave a crumb behind for the tabloids to fight over. Yoongi’s been careful; really careful. He’s worked hard to maintain a decent reputation; besides a few run-ins with the law. But overall, he’s avoided anything that could damage the image he’s created for his pseudo.

Many have tried to tear him down, or trip him up. However, he knows how to handle those people, and that’s what he’s about to do when the woman across from him asks the question lingering on the tip of her tongue. He knows it’s coming; he can tell by the way her nails tap on the table. She waits for silence and then she goes for the kill.

“So…Suga, you know I have to ask.”

The other co host sighs with an exhausted eyeroll. “Bee, please don’t start.”

“I have to. The people wanna know,” she argues and Yoongi can feel his head starting to throb.

It’s bad enough that he hates these things and they cannot stop themselves from trying to dabble in his personal life.

“Anyway, are you currently dating anyone, Suga? A fan? A girlfriend?...etc?”

Yoongi looks to his left and gives her a lazy smirk, just fucking with her mind a bit before he responds.

“Nahh, I’m good. Gotta stay focused, you feel me?”

He takes a sip from his cup and savors the cold liquor before he gulps it down, watching the poor girl slump her shoulders in defeat. However, he was a fool to think this was over.

“And what about Mu$ic Fairy?” the interviewer to his right asks.

“What about her?”

He sets down his cup and turns in the man’s direction.

“She dropped a new playlist last night. I know a lot of us would have gone to see about that by now.”

Yoongi scoffs out a laugh. “Well, I’m not a lot of us, am I?”

“Damn right,” Jay chimes in from across the table. He notices Bee shaking her head in the corner and he couldn’t agree with her more. This is ridiculous.

This girl, “Mu$ic Fairy” or whatever she calls herself is nothing but a fucking distraction. No one can resist bringing her up when he’s in the room. There’s no fucking escape.

At first, it was cute. A few Spotify playlists dropped every once in a while with a rather risqué cover just to tease, but now it’s an entire movement. Some fans are even calling themselves fairies, and wearing themed attire to his performances.

He fucking hates it. The wings, the glitter, the overly sweet tones in which they speak. Of course, he appreciates his fans and they’re fun to look at, but Yoongi’s a picky guy. And if that’s the kind of girl you are, then you aren’t his type.

“I would’ve probably hit her up after she dropped the Fre@kii Ho @nthem! playlist.”

Jay bumps fists with the other guy host after he says that and they have a “same” moment.

Bee adds her input after it quiets down.

“Well, I’m going to have to agree with—”

“Do not…say her name around me,” Yoongi intervenes.

He can’t; not when he has a show tonight. Just hearing her name pisses him off.

Another reason he hates doing interviews is because someone always has to mention…

“Oh, are you talking about that podcaster?...Damn, what’s her name…”

Jay struggles to remember while snapping his fingers, so Bee attempts to help him out. However, Yoongi cuts her off before she can speak of the devil.

“Don’t you dare.”

The woman once again backs down and carries on.

“Well anyway, I agree with you know who. She makes valid points about how none of these people were after him before he started making industry music. They don’t really fuck with the real Suga.”

Yoongi only nods his head because the annoying bitch behind that podcast is right. This Mu$ic Fairy chick started showing up when he became popular and so did her followers. But that’s about one of the only things he agrees with. Everything else is out of line. This woman doesn’t know anything about him, but yet always has an input to give when it comes to his music.

One of the interviewers notices his change in demeanor and senses the hatred he has for this chick. He steps in and changes the subject quickly.

“Shit, we’re almost out of time. That’s what happens when you’re chillin’ with one of the greatest to ever do it.”

Yoongi shakes his head. “Nahh, man. Don’t put that on me yet. Give me some time.”

“Many would have to disagree with you there, bro. Matter of fact, you should ask them. Why don’t you tell the listeners where you’re gonna be tonight?”

“Yuh, tonight you can catch me at the Varsity. Tickets sold out, but yeah…fuck with me.”

The interviewers briefly share a round of applause before Jay concludes.

“Alright. You heard him. Tickets sold out, but who knows ladies…he might just take you home for the after party, right bro?”

Yoongi can only press his lips in a straight line because anyone that knows him, knows that a piece of ass is the last thing on his mind right now, but for the sake of some poor girl’s imagination…

“Yeah, we’ll see.”

And because of this, he’s probably going to have to fight his way out of the club.

The rush Yoongi gets from being on stage always lingers in his veins even after the music stops. The crowd keeps the energy going and going. They scream his name, applaud his techniques, and praise his stage presence like he’s a king. He is, in a way. Suga is the king of this city; there isn’t a guy who doesn’t want to be him or a woman who doesn’t want to fuck him.

Typically, temptation is easy to resist since his career leaves him little time for extracurricular activities. However, sometimes he just can’t allow something to slip away. Not again.

“You killed it tonight, man.”

Yoongi doesn’t even spare his manager a glance as he brushes past him. His train of vision is focused on that little black dress swaying through the crowd. If he takes his eyes off of you for a second, he knows he’ll lose you in the mass of people.

“Thanks, dude. I’ll talk to you in a bit.”

He doesn’t know what was said in response because he’s out of range within seconds. He’s a man on a mission, and he’s not even sure of why.

You’re beautiful, there’s no denying that—and sexy. But something else about you is just luring him in, and he thinks he knows why. At least, that’s his excuse for following you outside of the club.

It’s dangerous, of course, since anyone could be waiting to get him alone. But tonight he can’t let you just leave without a word. He’s done that too many times. You show up to show after show, stare him down as if he’s your last meal, then leave without even a wave or goodbye.

Yoongi’s had enough; this ends now.

“Hey!”

You immediately stop in your tracks at the sound of his voice. He wastes no time trying to eliminate the distance between you, but you dash down an adjacent alley before he can get close enough to talk to you.

He follows you, and calls out to you one more time before you halt and finally respond to him.

“Hey there.”

Your voice is so dulcet, but edgy…and familiar. Where has he heard it before?

“Looking for me?” The closer he gets the more clearer the sound becomes and eventually it clicks. He knows exactly why he knows your voice.

But you aren’t the person he thought you were, and you’re the last person he wants to see.

“You’re that podcaster, aren’t you?” Yoongi questions, approaching you carefully. At least his mind still holds the common sense to be cautious.

When you look over shoulder, it’s like his breath leaves his body. He’s seen his share of gorgeous women, but you are out of this world. There’s no way you could be her. But everything is telling him that you are.

“Depends…who wants to know?”

Yoongi doesn’t know where to look first. Your face or the body that comes along with it. “You or the bitches who want to be like me?”

The moment he’s close enough to hear the cockiness oozing from your voice, he knows it’s you without a doubt. He can feel the same aura radiating from you now that he does whenever he listens to those podcasts. You’re her; he’s a hundred percent sure of it.

“So you’re bold behind the mic, but now you’re too pussy to look at me?”

You turn around on queue, adorning a wide smirk that he’d give anything to wipe off your gorgeous face. “Better?”

Yoongi nods slowly and takes a few steps towards you. With every step he takes you move backwards, allowing him to corner you and in the dimly lit alley.

“It’s funny because with all the shit you talk on air, I didn’t take you to be a runner,” he points out.

“I don’t think you know me well enough to assume that, love.”

“But you know me well enough to critique my music?”

You hum. “I do, actually.”

“Really?” When your back nearly touches the brick wall, he leans in a little closer. You show no signs of uneasiness so he plants his palm on brick structure and hovers over your shorter frame. “What makes you believe that?”

“Because I’ve been a fan for a very long time. Ever since your underground days. You’ve never noticed me…but I was there.”

When he gives you a look, you roll your eyes. Of course, he doesn’t believe a word that pretty mouth of yours spits out.

“Your first real gig was on your birthday. You were a senior in high school and you invited your parents to the show. You looked around and when you finally saw them you smiled like a fucking dork.”

Damn. You read him like a book, but that doesn’t make up for the negativity spilled on your behalf.

“So you’ve been following me to shows so you can build up the repertoire for your little podcast? For how long?”

You shake your head in denial.

“I followed you because you’ve always been my favorite artist. I admire you, and I’ve been around since the beginning. Even when nobody was fucking with your music…your real music. The kind you’re passionate about.”

Yoongi scoffs. “Like you would know anything about that.”

“But, I do. That’s why I’m so pissed at you. All you make is industry music now, and I’m just…bored, I guess.”

You’re cute when you shrug your shoulders, but your eyes are lethal. He feels like he’s being stripped bare under your gaze. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say you were silently flirting with him, but they’d be a reach.

“So find a hobby,” he suggests.

“I did find hobbies. The podcast, the playlists, the—”

“Wait,” Yoongi’s face contorts with confusion at those words, believing that he’s misheard you, “...you said playlists. What playlists?”

Your smirk returns and Yoongi suddenly feels his cock slowly rising in his underwear. Why do the heavens place the demons in the most beautiful women; he’ll never understand.

“You know which playlists I’m talking about, love…” your hand makes a move to touch his shoulder but he grabs your arm to prevent contact, “they were made for you.”

“Made for me? What does…”

Oh, damn.

“Are you…?”

“Well, it sure isn’t the whore in there dressed like Tinkerbell. You think I’d wear that shit?” Your laugh is so intoxicating; he almost cracks a smile just standing there watching you. “I don’t need all of that to grasp your attention. I never have.”

Yoongi shakes his head. All this time you were right under his nose. Two women he could never stand to mention are placed right in front of him, hiding behind a goddess. It’s pure comedy; his reaction to the news should have him pulling away from you and heading in the opposite direction.

But can admit that he judges a book by its cover; you aren’t what he thought you were. You’re different, interesting…someone he’d actually like to have underneath him in the opportunity ever presents itself. But he’s confused…why him? Why go through all the trouble if the music is all you care about? That whole Mu$ic Fairy concept has completely fucked with his mind.

How does he go from having no interest to wanting to see what it’s all about? There has to be more to it; otherwise, it makes no sense. You two are strangers.

He shouldn’t crave the warmth beneath his palm while his hand grips your forearm, but he does. The skin to skin contact should not arouse him so easily, but there’s no denying the bulge forming in his pants. Despite all of this, Yoongi keeps his composure the best he can; you’re too cocky for him to just slip up and expose himself.

“Out of all the times to fuck with me…” he pauses when your beautiful glossed lips part to blow the strawberry bubblegum you’ve been chewing. Your tongue darts out to pop and collect the medium-sized pink bubble, and he can feel his knees buckle when you suck it back in.

He’s usually not this fond of people and gum, but the way you handle it, the way you slowly rolled it over your tongue in preparation was a fucking sinful, and he can’t get enough of watching you do it.

“Why tonight?” he asks you.

You bat your thick lashes, probably knowing good and well what you’re doing to him. He knows you’re taunting him, silently asking for him to make a move, but he won’t. You’ll have to beg him for it.

“Because…I’m horny, and I’m tired of waiting for your clueless ass to figure this out.”

Yoongi scoffs. “Bullshit.”

He looks down as your finger loops underneath one of his chains and tugs him closer, something he wouldn’t allow anyone to do, but somehow you already earned privileges. You don’t know how dangerous of a game you’re playing with him, but he silently prays you’ll get to find out. He’d give anything to bend over the hood of his car and—

“And, I think you owe me something,” you inform, placing your other hand on his shoulder once he slides his to your waist.

“What might that be, love?”

Your smirk widens as you hypnotize him with your brown orbs. He can smell your perfume and flavored gum even better from this proximity, and your scent makes him feel like he’s in some sort of blissful haze—intoxicated by the smell of you. It’s no secret that he wants you bad; he just can’t let you know that. Not until you tell him why you’re doing all of this.

“An orgasm.”

Everything grows quiet after you articulate those words. It only takes him a couple of seconds to remember, and when his mind processes it all, his brain nearly malfunctions as he tries to speak.

“You’re fucking with me,” he insists.

“You should know by now that I’m tired of the games, Yoongi.” His body shutters when you use his real name. Something he’d normally go off about, but he never wants you to stop saying it. He needs to hear you say it again; for an entirely different reason. “You can tell me to fuck off, if you want.”

He blinks a few times, not realizing he was just standing there and not saying anything.

“No, no. I’m just–wow…I never expected you to remember me.”

“Why wouldn’t I? It’s not everyday you’re matched with your favorite rapper on a sex hotline,” you wink and Yoongi’s mouth falls open.

“You knew it was me the whole time?...and you didn’t say anything?”

You nod. “Yeah, I did. Your voice, your demeanor; I knew from the start, but I played along because you obviously weren’t on the call to talk about mixtapes. I just wanted you to enjoy yourself, I guess.”

“This is fucking crazy.”

Yoongi’s speechless. That was kind, and you kept it a secret all this time. Suddenly, all of this seems kind of sexy. It’s a secret he could have been in on if only he had read between the lines. However, he knows now, and it’s still technically still a secret…if it stays between you and him.

Your lips are once again his main focus; he’s so close to living the fantasies he had of you all those nights he wondered about how you handled yourself after the phone call ended. Did you come? Or was your mood ruined like his? He sure hopes not, because you were incredible and if anyone deserved to finish, it should have been you.

He was right about you too. You are sexy, and the longer he stands here with you, the harder it is for him to hold back on his urges. But hearing your needy voice breaks him entirely.

“How much longer am I going to have to wait for it, Yoongi?”

All regards for his reputation goes out the window. He looks towards both ends of the alley before he makes his move. Anyone could be watching, but once he feels your hands sliding up his body, he decides that that is no longer his concern.

“Come here.”

Yoongi grabs you by your throat, but doesn’t squeeze or choke you. He just wants you closer, and your eyes tell him you understand where he’s going from.

“I live 20 minutes away from here, think you can wait that long?”

“Do I have a choice?” you reply and that sass is what gets him riled up.

He doesn’t think twice about kissing your pillow soft lips. He’s been staring at them, wishing he could feel them, taste them, and now he is and he already can’t get enough. The level of sweetness on his taste buds is sinful, but it’s one addiction he’d never give up.

His tongue enters your mouth without any resistance from you, and he eagerly explores its depths, getting familiar with the woman wrapped in his arms as if he has all the time in the world with you. Your moans sends vibrations through his throat when he lifts your leg, nuzzling his crotch against your heat.

Yoongi would fuck you right now while he has you pinned against this wall but that just wouldn’t satisfy his thirst for you. You’ve been teasing him for too long for him to just rush this. It took two years to lead up to this moment, a quickie would never do it any justice.

“I need you to be on your best behavior until we get to my place,” he tells you through his slightly labored breaths.

“And if I don’t?”

His features harden.

“Then you won’t get anything, now come on. Let’s dip before one of your friends sees me without security.”

Or…before he changes his mind. He’s had plenty of bad ideas, but this tops the list.

Breathtaking.

It’s the only thing you can think about as your eyes scan over the sleek hood of the Lamborghini Gallardo. The man’s got some taste, you have to admit. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be taking you to his place. You like the fact that he’s picky, but always chooses correctly.

You drink in the sight before��Yoongi standing there in his stage outfit, complimenting his car. The vehicle’s custom, all white except for the tires and the heavily tinted windows. You could only quiver at the image of him driving it, and when it actually happens, your mind and your mouth start to go in different directions.

He asks you basic questions like your name and where you’re from; you can only hope you’ve given him the correct answers because you cannot break away from the visual of him gripping the wheel with one hand while he’s laid back in his seat. His jewelry glistens and shines even in the darkness of his car, but your eyes still fight through the nearly blinding twinkle so you can watch the man behind it all.

You’ve wanted him since you first saw him. He came to a pep rally at your high school and you fell in love with his music and his sound—his voice especially. Sure he was a cutie, still is. But he had so much hunger, so much passion for music that you felt him on a spiritual level.

He did so well on his first performance, and you remember telling your friends how much you wanted to listen to his Soundcloud when the event was over. Of course, they laughed and thought he sucked because he didn’t fit their visual standards, but now…they probably wish they’d been a little more invested in him.

“Can you stop doing that and answer my question?”

There it is again. That voice. It drives you crazy; when he said hello to you on that hotline, you knew without a doubt you were talking to your favorite rapper.

“Wha–Doing what?”

“Eye fucking me and biting your lip like that. Do you want me to pull over?”

Well.

You open your mouth to speak but he interjects.

“Actually, never mind. Don’t even answer that. Certain things I don’t need in my head while I’m operating a vehicle.”

Your neck and face heat up. If only he knew that you aren’t as confident as you appear. He’s hot, but the fact that he doesn’t know it makes him hotter.

“Sorry,” you turn towards the window so you can smile. You don’t want to feed his ego. No matter how much he denies it, he’s cocky as hell. If he knows you’re gawking over him simply driving, he’ll run with it. “...What did you ask me?”

A slow exhale leaves his lips, like he’s slightly annoyed and you should be offended, but damn—it was kind of sexy.

“I just wanted to know what you do for a living. How can you afford to travel and come to shows all the time? ...I’m just curious.”

“Why? You think I’m selling my—”

“I wasn’t going to say that.”

“You were thinking it, and the answer is ‘no’. And no, I don’t have an OnlyFans either…probably should, though. I’d make bank,” you shrug.

“Look, I know you aren’t doing any of that. Honestly, you seem kind of selfish with the goods anyway, but…tell me how you keep up. That’s all I’m saying. Podcasts bring in that much money?”

“No they don’t, especially when you do them for free. I’m a writer. I write songs and I sell them to some of your favorite artists.”

Yoongi whistles. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Name a few.”

“This isn’t roll call, babe. If you wanna look up my credentials, you know my name now…Google me.”

“Oh, I will.”

“Fine,” you scoff.

When you look forward, you notice that you’re entering a gated community. Yoongi lets down his window and waves at the on-duty guard before the older man opens the automatic gate.

After driving past many luxurious homes, Yoongi pulls into a driveway and uses a clicker to open the garage door.

“We’re here,” he announces.

His home is lovely, and you’re in awe by the set up and interior design once you enter. You’re impressed, most guys don’t spend much thought on this level of organization.

Yoongi leads you up the stairs and into his bedroom. You can feel the butterflies in your stomach fluttering more and more as you get closer to the top of the stairs. Your knees buckle slightly when he opens the door, but your eyes still look in every direction once you’ve made it inside.

It’s dark, but you can still make out the colors that fill the room. Blacks and grays with white walls. His bed is draped with a dark set; you can’t help but find it inviting. And it’s huge; you imagine he must be a wild sleeper because you couldn’t imagine sleeping in a bed that large alone.

“I love your home, Suga.”

He waves his hand. “Thanks, but you don’t have to call me that. You didn’t call me that earlier.”

“I didn’t?”

“Nope.” He shakes his head and tells you that you can make yourself comfortable while he disappears into his closet. When he returns with clothes, you tilt your head with curiosity. “I’m gonna go shower, don’t get too nosey while you’re in here by yourself.”

“You’re leaving me? Why can’t I join you?”

Yoongi’s eyes widen for a second and a hand runs through his hair while he ponders over his answer. “Because umm…”

You crane your neck trying to coax an answer but he still stammers.

“It’s…you know.”

You smile. He’s kind of adorable, in a way.

“Too intimate?”

“Exactly.”

Your head lolls back while you laugh and Yoongi huffs in annoyance as he makes his way to the bathroom.

“What am I supposed to do while you’re in there?” you call out and he stops to turn around.

You watch him get ready to produce a smart remark. However, he pauses before he can get it out. He puts his clothes on the bed and walks over to the nightstand, turning on his laptop and grabbing some Bluetooth headphones from the drawer.

“Here,” he says, pairing them to his computer and then handing them to you. You take them before you look up at him, wondering where he’s going with this, but he’s quick to fill you in. “Listen to this, I won’t be long.”

Yoongi puts on some music and gives you a wink that makes your pussy clench. He leaves you sitting on his bed, headphones in hand without another word.

For the first minute you stare at the object wondering what’s being played, but your curiosity takes over quickly and before you know it, they’re coming over your ears. You don’t regret it the second you hear his voice.

The music begins to travel through the speakers, you become obsessed with it from the very first track. You love that it’s similar to his original sound, but it isn’t the same track over and over again. They’re all so different yet so him. You can hear and feel the amount of dedication and effort he put into it. Like it wasn’t done out of obligation, but because he wanted to do it for himself. You can’t help but get up and sway your hips to the music.

You feel so connected to him through his work, and that’s why you go on and on about how you wish he’d make another mixtape because this shit is fire. You wonder how long he’s been hiding it from the world.

You aren’t expecting him to be sitting on the bed when you turn around. Your hand finds your chest and you lower the volume on the headset.

“How long have you been sitting there? You fucking scared me.”

He shrugs. “Long enough to know that I want that dress off of you.”

Your startled expression turns smug. “Oh, really?”

“Hell, yeah.”

“So…you want me to take it off?” You raise an eyebrow.

“What do you think?”

“I think you’re going to have to use your words with me if you want something.”

Yoongi’s arms fold at his chest; his white tee strains against his beefiness. You remember how his clothes used to swallow him, but now he’s filling them up quite nicely, if you may. Either way, he looks good. It’s just a natural trait he possesses.

“I mean either you can take it off or you can leave. Doesn’t matter to me,” he shrugs his shoulders.

If you weren’t horny just looking at him sitting there in his boxers, you’d call his bluff. But you’ve already picked up on his stubbornness and you know better than to try him. “Fine.”

You sigh as you drag down the straps of your dress, rolling your eyes when he tells you to slow down. You flip your hair and twirl your body as you wiggle the fabric down your hips, turning around in the opposite direction to give him a peek at your derriere.

Looking over your shoulder, you notice how his face becomes etched with approval. You give yourself a silent applaud for selecting this piece. You’re sure your thong leaves nothing for his imagination. It also doesn’t help that you’re topless.

You stop torturing him and turn around so he can see the front.

“Damn,” is all he can say.

You take off your heels before walking towards him and his eyes never leave your breasts the entire journey, even once you’re standing between his legs, preparing to straddle his lap.

“I want you.” You tell him as if he doesn’t already know.

Yoongi’s hands find your waist while you place your knees on the bed. As soon as you’re on his lap, you can feel his bulge threatening to burst out of his underwear. It’d be so simple to pull your panties aside and milk him for everything he has, but not tonight. He’s the one who owes you a good fucking.

“How badly?”

His lips find your skin and make their way to your tits, making you clutch onto his damp curly strands while he sucks and tugs on your sensitive nipples. Your hands tug his hair, and you force him to look at your face.

“Yoongi. You’re either going to fuck me or I’m going to fuck you. What’s it going to be—”

He scoops you up and drops you on the mattress, making you squeak in surprise. The dark gleam in his orbs has your thighs rubbing and your fists clinging onto the comforter. He's finally had enough, and hopefully he doesn’t hold back anymore.

“You asked for this,” he warns you and you almost giggle with glee. He pulls his shirt over his head and is about to toss it somewhere, but then he changes his mind. Yoongi looks at you for a moment, contemplating before he speaks. “You trust me, right?”

“Well, I came home with you even though you hate me, didn’t I?...Why do you ask?”

“So a lot or a little?”

You groan.

He chuckles and you feel the butterflies once again. Yoongi turns the volume up on his laptop before holding up a thumb to ask if it is too loud. Honestly, you’re glad it tuned him out because though you understand that safety is first, there’s little you wouldn’t try when it comes to this man. You’ve been waiting as patiently as you could to experience this and you’re ready to get started.

You nod and his devilish smirk is the last thing you see before he throws his shirt over your head. Darkness fills your vision but it doesn’t bother you as long as his voice is filling your ears. His cold hands slide up your thighs and spread them, wasting no time in touching your slightly sodden underwear.

Gasps escape your lips when his finger presses gently on your clit, and you can only hope the sound isn’t too awkward since you cannot hear yourself.

The bed dips so you assume he’s climbing on and you release a breath when you feel his lips hovering over your body. He leaves kisses between your breasts and he doesn’t stop until your lace panties prevent him from accessing any more skin.

Yoongi quickly slides them off, leaving lying on his bed completely naked. Everything from the moment when his tongue dips into your center is one feverish bliss. Your back arches, your toes curl, and your fingers entangle in his hair. The sounds you’re making are probably feral and of an obnoxious volume but Yoongi doesn’t bother to shush you or stop his sinful movements.

He draws circles over your throbbing clit with his tongue, moving in the same motion as you do as you swivel your hips. This song has you in the mood to grind your pussy on his face, and that’s entirely his fault for coming up with such vulgar lyrics. It’s filthy and you feel the muscles in your stomach tightening by the seconds. You scream his name over and over but he just keeps going until you release the pressure built up inside of you.

The shirt is snatched off your face as you’re at your peak and what you see between your thighs only intensifies your orgasm. His face is buried in your heat, sucking your bundle of nerves into his mouth and nibbling gently while you squirm in his iron grip.

Yoongi kisses your inner thighs once you begin to calm down to help you relax. When you back slowly droop onto the bed is when he carefully removes the headphones, turning them off and then setting them on the nightstand next to his laptop.

“I would go back for seconds, but that would only make me want more,” he tells you. He opens the bottom drawer and pulls out some condoms then throws them on the bed.

“I don’t know if I’d survive that.”

“Well, you better say a prayer because we aren’t done,” he laughs and excitement bubbles inside of you.

Yoongi switches the music to something else and you can’t help but pout.

You sigh. “I pray you aren’t all talk.”

He glares at you for your comment and steps closer to the bed.

“You’re a sweet girl, but…” he flips you on your stomach and pulls you up by the waist, positioning you so that your ass and pussy are directly in his line of sight, “you need to watch how you fucking speak to me.”

A shriek leaves your lips when he slaps your ass. “Yoongi…please.”

“Please? You want me to stop?”

“No!” Your voice is high pitched and shaky, almost unrecognizable to your ears. “Don’t stop, please.”

Yoongi finds humor in your desperation. “Ask me nicely.”

“Fuck,” you whine but it’s the wrong answer. “Yoongi, please do it again.”

“No.”

Your breath hitches. “What?”

“I said no.”.

“Such a fucking asshole,” you mumble insults, thinking they’re too low for him to hear.

“What was that?”

You look behind you and notice Yoongi rolling a condom over his dick. You can’t tear your eyes away from the sight of those veiny hands stroking his cock slowly, preparing himself to dive into your wetness. You’ve always wondered what he looked like doing that, ever since that time on the phone.

“Nothing,” you lie.

He puts his knee on the bed and inches closer to you. You tease him by wiggling your ass a little but he places a hand on your hip to still you. “You know…”

You can feel his cock against your entrance and your body pushes back on him to try and get it inside of you yourself. However, your impatience makes you forget how petty the man behind you really is.

The tip slips past your folds and with the amount of arousal seeping from your opening, he’s able to slide in with ease. But it’s only a taste; the majority of his cock still remains outside of you, and quickly your frustration takes control of you.

“If you wanna meet an asshole…” he makes a loud gasp leave your lips when he, without warning, slams into your pussy in one smooth motion. You whimper; a harsh snatch of your hair makes you wince and grip the sheets. Your head is turned in an uncomfortable position, but the only thing you can focus on is the intensity of the stretch and the way his dick doesn’t leave any room to spare, “I could introduce you to one.”

Yoongi pushes your head forward and pins you to the mattress. Your teeth grit together because of your sensitivity. You could come just like this without him even moving. That’s how worked up you still are. You just need a moment to pull yourself together, but Yoongi doesn’t have the patience for that.

“Arch your fucking back.”

He pulls out but swiftly snaps back into you, causing you to let out a squeak. You try to cover your mouth but his large hand comes down on your ass before you can do so. Your moans turn into screams within minutes, increasing in volume each time Yoongi slaps your rear.

“I know you can do better than that. Straighten up before I do it for you,” he grunts through the lewd skin-slapping noises that fill the room.

You squeeze your eyes shut and arch your back like he demands. The position is only uncomfortable for a few seconds, but eventually it becomes familiar and the sensitivity ebbs away.

Yoongi lets go of your hair and starts rubbing his hands all over your ass, kneading the reddened flesh and giving it words of appreciation.

When you start to fuck him back he holds your waist and pulls you back on his cock. Your body begins to move naturally with the rhythm of the background music and he allows you to set the pace while he whispers obscene remarks.

“Look at you taking it just like a whore.”

You can feel the arousal between your thighs, dripping and making a mess of the sheets. The squelching sounds are disgusting but don’t phase you in this heated moment. You have more important things to worry about. Like how long you’ll be able to keep this up. You weren’t expecting him to have this much stamina, but you’ve learned to never judge a book by the cover.

He’s strong, the grip he has on you is evidence to that. The way he’s handling you like you’re nothing but a fuck toy he can use at his discretion has you clenching around his dick. His deep chuckle fills the room when he feels your walls tighten.

“On your next podcast, you should tell them how I fucked your brains out to your own playlist,” he comments.

Yoongi’s thrusts have your knees trembling and nearly giving out, but he’s quick to assure that you keep up. “No fucking slacking, whore. Do better or I’ll pull out and use your throat instead.”

You’re sure your ass will be sore in the morning because Yoongi cannot keep his hands off of it. He strikes you every chance he gets and the stinging sensation from his blows push you closer and closer to your peak.

“Fuck. Yoongi…please.”

Tears roll down your cheek when his cock travels deeper, touching the spot that makes you unravel at the seams. It’s all too much and you beg him to allow you to surrender to the pleasure.

“Not yet. Shit, do you have any idea how juicy your ass looks like this?”

“But I can’t,” you sob into the comforter.

A slap to your left cheek leaves you a shaky mess. However, he shows you no mercy and does the same thing to the other side.

“That’s not an option. If you come, I swear—”

“Sorry…” Your muffled cries are the last thing you can recall before your body accidentally gives in.

Your juices leak onto the bed while you hold on for dear life, afraid you’ll float away if you let go of the fabric. But just as your orgasm reaches its peak, it’s ripped away from you by one of the foulest humans on this planet.

“What the fuck did I tell you?” he growls as he drags you off the bed. Yoongi forces you to your knees, ignoring your pleas to regain what was stolen from you. He slaps your cheek a few times, snapping you back into reality and demanding your attention. “Answer me!”

“You…You told me not to come,” you hiccup.

His expression tells you how displeased he is, but it’s too bad that you don’t care. Something comes over you that has you sucking it up and wiping your tears. If he wants to play dirty, you can do it too.

“So why did you?...I never said that you could.”

You look up at him with innocent eyes. However, you have no intentions on being good anymore.

“Because it felt good and I wanted to,” you tell him and he grabs your face.

“You don’t get to decide what you want to do or what feels good. If you had the answers you wouldn’t have been begging for my dick for two years.”

Yoongi pulls off the condom and brings his cock to your mouth. You clench your fist to hold back the excitement when he tells you to open. You’ve craved the taste of him even though you’ve never had him. Your mouth waters as you wait for him to enter, and when he does, he doesn’t stop until reaches the back of your throat.

“Tap my thigh if you need air, and do not suck until I tell you to, understand?”

You mumble around him as best as you can. “Mmhm.”

Before you can prepare yourself for a pace you know will be relentless, Yoongi withdraws and slowly re-enters your crevice. Your eyes roll back from the fullness and addicting taste of him. You want more—need more to fulfill your desire.

Ignoring his instructions, you enclose your lips around him and begin to suck him in each time he tries to pull out. “Easy,” he warns but you keep going.

One of your hands comes up to fondle his balls and Yoongi’s deep moans begin to fill your ears. He throws his head back in pleasure while you give him, what you would consider, the best blowjob of his life. The sound he produces is the only music you want to hear. His voice holds so much lust and bass, arousal gushes from your cunt as a result.

“Fuck, I told you not to do that.”

You hum around him, sending vibrations up his shaft. The feeling brings him to his senses and he places both his hands on your head. You have to grab onto his thighs to keep yourself steady since he’s starting to take control. You try to maintain the suction but his wild movements make it impossible.

“You wanted to suck me off so badly. Keep it up,” he grunts, increasing his speed.

You choke on his dick and the sounds make him twitch in your mouth. Yoongi starts to intentionally go deeper, but he’s unsatisfied by the lack of space there is for him.

He pulls out of you, leaving you coughing and gasping at the sudden intake of air.

“Well, damn. Do I have to teach you how to suck dick too?”

Yoongi shakes his head as he looks down on you then uses his index and middle finger to open your mouth. He pushes the digits in and finds the back of your mouth with ease, pressing on the back of your tongue to make you open wider. “Stop being shy and open this pretty fucking mouth,” he demands, making you gag on his fingers.

Your eyes water and spit drips down your chin. You must look like a complete mess, but Yoongi cannot take his eyes off of you.

“Now show me, and I’ll give you some more.”

You’re scolded before you can even wrap your lips around his fingers.

“Stop being fucking lazy.” He gives your cheek a few more slaps before shoving his fingers deeper into your mouth.

This time you slurp and allow your saliva to coat his digits. ”Fucking, right. Now open up and milk this dick.”

Yoongi removes his fingers and replaces them with his cock. This time you just open your mouth and let him in. He uses your head like a fleshlight and drills into you at a rapid speed. You try your best to keep eye contact and breath through your nose, but then out of nowhere he buries his cock down your throat.

There’s an intense burning in your airways due to lack of oxygen but it’s nothing you can’t handle. The rush takes you so high you become slightly lightheaded, sending a tingling sensation straight to your center. Nothing but music, the sound of you choking on his dick, and his sound of pleasure can be heard and the way he calls your name sends your ego through the roof.

“Shit, I’m gonna come. Stay just like this, sweetheart.”

Within five long thrusts, his warm seed deposits on your tastebuds. You try to swallow everything but he pulls out quickly and empties the rest on your lips and chin. Your tongue tries to gather as much as you can, but some places are impossible to reach.

“Come here.” Yoongi pulls you from the floor and brings you closer, greeting you with a sloppy kiss once you’re on your feet. He laps up all the cum on your face and gathers it all on his tongue before he feeds it to you. You savor the taste of both of you as the kiss prolongs, and even after he pulls away you can’t help but remember how good he tasted.

If you had to guess which body part Yoongi favors the most, you’d say it was your lips. He can’t tear his eyes away from them. You bite them, he shudders. You lick them, his cock twitches. So you can’t control yourself when it comes to teasing him and pressing them against his soft skin.

“You must want another round if you keep that up,” he mentions as you make your way to his earlobe. You nibble on it gently before you whisper in his ear.

“I just wanna come one more time before you kick me out.”

“Who said I was kicking you out?”

“You aren’t?”

Yoongi ushers you to his bed and helps you lie down before he joins you. He hovers over you once again and his hand snakes between your thighs.

“I definitely am, but not right now. I’m not done with you,” he informs, fingers entering your heat while his thumb caresses your clit.

“Well, hurry up then.”

He frowns. “Do you ever shut up?”

“Yeah, whenever someone has the balls to make me shut up—”

“Interesting,” he states after his hand pins your neck to the mattress. “Let’s test that theory.”

Yoongi’s digits begin to move in and out of your wetness, producing more lewd noises and causing your body to shake with sensitivity.

“Yoongi.”

His name flows past your lips like water. It’s the only word you can think of at the moment. Having been worked up all this time with no relief makes you desperate to satisfy the lingering desire that’s settled in the pit of your stomach.

“Feels good, huh?”

It feels damn good. Your hips buck off the bed to match his movements so you can chase your high. “Yes…more.”

“More?”

His hand tightens its grip and restricts your air supply. He knows how close to the edge it takes you by now and he doesn’t hesitate to use it against you.

“Say please and I’ll make you come all over my fingers,” he chuckles, knowing you can’t respond like this.

You try to speak, but everything gets trapped in your throat. You can only claw at his chest, begging him to guide you to your release. He loosens his grip and through your coughs you manage to give him the answer he wants.

“Please. I can’t take it.”

Yoongi gives you a fake pout, squeezing your face between his fingers. “But you can…watch this.”

His fingers curl inside of you and you’re seeing stars. Your nails dig into his arm, body arching off the bed due to the intense wave of pleasure that hits you. You try to run, but he pins you down and forces you to accept the mind-blowing orgasm you were begging for.

“You talked a bunch of shit, now back it up, love,” Yoongi tells you while your walls clench around him. His hand covers your mouth, preventing your screams from waking up the neighbors as if it isn’t already too late for that. “Let’s see if this cunt’s worth the headache.”

The coil snaps and your body stiffens. Yoongi’s deep voice continues to degrade you as your juices squirt all over his bed. Even though you cry out from the sensitivity he fucks you until the last drop. Your body just falls on the bed once he’s done with you, and you move into a fetal position when he carefully slides out his fingers.

The aftershock of your release has you twitching, but the bliss you feel is superior. This is what it feels like to get fucked out, and you knew he would be the person to deliver. Satisfied would be an understatement because you weren’t expecting to be stuck like this after you were done. Usually, you’re able to get up and go before they can return from the bathroom, but tonight you can only lay there in silence while Yoongi cleans you up with a warm cloth.

“I didn’t break you, huh?”

“The opposite, actually,” you laugh weakly.

“Good.” He lays his body beside you and wraps his arm around your waist, enjoying the familiar beat that plays into the dark room. It’s your phone sex song; the beat he played to help you relax. “Remember this?”

“Yeah, how can I forget?”

“You keep saying that like I’m always on your mind.”

“Maybe you are,” you reply.

A soft scoff comes from behind you. “I hope you’re joking.”

“I’m not.”

There’s silence, then eventually a long sigh.

“I want you gone before I wake up, okay?”

You shake your head. Not in disbelief because it’s what you expected, but because he can’t read between the lines. But you aren’t naïve and you know when someone wants you just as bad as you want them. So for now, you’ll be patient.

“Fair enough,” you answer.

Satisfied, he rolls over and drifts off into sleep, leaving you awake to wallow in your thoughts. It seemed best to just get up and leave then, but it takes nearly an hour to regain your strength. And just when you think it’s safe for you to slip away and consider this night one of the good memories, the warmth you felt before returns and pulls you closer—it is then that your eyes become heavy and you submit to the comfort you know you aren’t supposed to have.

When Yoongi wakes up and finds a cold empty bed, he can only throw his head back in frustration. He hopes…no, he prays he didn’t say anything to make you feel like he wasn’t interested. He knows he can be a dick, but he was just pissed and horny last night. You’re not easy to handle, but he likes that about you. You aren’t afraid to put him in his place.

He rolls out of bed and the first thing he notices is that his laptop is still playing music, so he makes turning it off his first task. However, once he enters the password, he finds an opened document with a typed note in the center of the page.

If you ever think of me, just call...If you want?

Yoongi’s speechless, and out of his damn mind. That’s the only excuse he has for picking up his phone and calling the number you left at 9 am in the damn morning. The longer the phone rings, the more regret fills him. He can’t help but think you left that there to tease him for calling you so quickly. He tries to hang up but before he can remove the phone from his ear the ringing stops and your beautiful voice blesses him once again.

“Hello?”

He panics, and doesn’t respond. He searches the room frantically and finds his excuse lying on the floor right in front of him.

“Yeah, you left your earring. Looks expensive,” he murmurs before he clears his throat.

“Oh, I’m wearing both of mine now. Must be for someone else.”

Embarrassment washes over him as he stands there naked in his bedroom. How could he be so stupid? That thing’s probably months old, if not longer. He wonders if you saw it. Maybe that’s why you left.

“I’m kidding, Yoongi. If it’s a gold hoop, it’s mine,” you laugh and he feels a weight left from his shoulders.

The idea of you finding stuff that belongs to other women in his home doesn’t put a good feeling in his chest. He also doesn’t want you to think of him as someone who lets anyone in his home because he’s not that kind of guy.

“Haha, you’re so funny,” he says once your giggles cease.

“And you’re sarcastic.”

Still sharp as hell. He thinks to himself.

“Whatever.” He takes a seat on his bed and rests his back against the headboard while he checks emails on his laptop and uses small talk to melt away the awkwardness. “So…you left in a hurry, huh?”

Smooth.

“You told me you wanted me gone before you woke up, remember?”

Of course, he did. Because he’s an idiot.

“Yeah, I was just fucking with you, though. I would have given you a ride or something, you know.”

“No worries. I made it to my hotel room safely,” you assure and he releases a sigh of relief.

“Well, that’s good. Glad to hear that.”

“Mmhm, miss me already, huh?...too bad you kicked me out.”

“Honestly, I thought I was gonna wake up to some tits in my face, but that’s fair.”

There’s some shuffling in the background like you’re moving something, but he doesn’t ask any questions about it.

“Can you remember anything from last night?” you ask him after a beat of silence.

His fingers run through his hair as he thinks about all the filthy images replaying in his mind.

“Well yeah, I remember you, of course. You were fucking incredible. But everything after that moment was a blur. Please don’t tell me I did something stupid.”

“No, you’re good. I had fun.”

So did he. He wishes it’d happen again, and again. “And you’re okay too, right?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. My ass is sore and I can barely sit down, but I feel good. Thanks for that.”

Thank heavens you are. He knows how rough he was and most women aren’t into that but you took it and enjoyed it. You were fun to play with, and now his cock twitches at the thought of what your ass must look like now, covered in his marks.

“What about you?��

“I’m fine, love. Bummed about having to work, but I’m good,” he responds.

“Well, I’m glad you’re okay. And I’m sorry I kept you up when you have to work this morning.”

“Don’t apologize for that. I enjoyed your company, and…”

He almost told you that he missed you, but caught himself at the last minute.

“And what?”

“Uhh, nothing,” he gulps. “I was reading something…Forgot what I was going to say.”

“O’kay.”

Yoongi can tell by the sound of your voice that you don’t buy it.

“Yup,” is all he can say in response.

After a minute or two of both of you just holding the phone, you finally say something to keep the conversation going. “Yoongi?”

“Hm…”

“Are you busy right now or…?”

He places his laptop beside him because he can assure that whatever he has to do isn’t as important as this.

“No, what’s up?”

“Well, it’s about last night,” you admit.

Now, he’s kind of nervous. What else happened while he was in his post orgasmic bliss.

“Yeah, what about it?”

Yoongi stays on the line waiting patiently for your answer, and it’s one he doesn’t expect.

“Well, you still owe me, you know?”

Interesting.

“And what do you mean by that?” he questions.

“Well…”

Yoongi already knows where this is going and luckily he knows exactly how to handle this situation. “Not satisfied, are you, baby?”

“No, I am. But…”

He chuckles. “You want some more?”

“If it isn't too much trouble. And if you have time, of course.”

You’re as sly as a fox and you know how to get what you want. It’s hot, but he’s going to have to humble you before he does anything else.

“No trouble at all, baby. Do me a favor, and spread your legs for me.”

“Okay.”

He hears some more movement and then you return, prepared to do anything he tells you in the hopes of pleasuring yourself. You tell him once you’re ready and he provides you with more instructions, in which you follow without question.

“Now, facetime me and place the phone between your thighs so I can see your pretty pussy.”

Within a second, his phone notifies him of an incoming facetime call. He answers it and finds you sitting in your hotel room. You’re wearing a large shirt but he can still see the fresh blooms from where he took your skin between his teeth the night before creeping up your neck. He can’t stop the smirk from spreading across his face.

He curses when he sees your cunt, all glistening and wet with your juices. His mouth waters but he pushes his filthy thoughts in the back of his mind.

“This is what you’re going to do,” he starts, watching in awe as strings of arousal snap while you’re scissoring yourself in his presence, “...you’re going to imagine me fucking your brains out and you’re gonna use that image to get yourself off…without me.”

“Yoongi—”

He tsks. “I’m not your man, and making you come is not my job, baby.”

“But…”

If he gave a fuck, he’d break hearing how desperate and needy your voice sounds, but you need to understand that he isn’t going to come every time you call for him. He’s a busy man and he doesn’t need distractions.

“But nothing…Now, bye. Have fun.”

He hangs up just as you start to curse at him and yell into the phone. But he knows this isn’t over; you’re probably getting a ride over to his place right now, and that’s exactly what he wanted.

You were able to just walk out of here this morning without even waking him. That doesn’t sit right with him, and there’s only one solution for it really—

He’s just going to have to fuck you harder during round two…

And maybe, just maybe…get to know you a little bit after.

We’ll see.

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inkedtae · 2 years

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hello hello, may i pls dig for info on now in session and tales of eros? 👀

Ash, my babes of course!

Now in Session ⟶ i have not written this yet so here is the vague premise ⤜ lawyer!yoongi x lawyer!reader ⤜ summary: argumentative, aggravating, atrociously annoying, min yoongi has time and again been the bane of your existence. on your tail since law school, he even managed to worm his way into your father's law firm. you've had about enough of his egotistic audacity questioning and collapsing your every case. coaxing him into a heated debate, wherein which one of you will forfeit your position at the firm, your revenge is now in session. little did you know, so is his.

Tales of Eros; painted prophecies ⟶ ⤜ eros!jungkook x curvy!reader ⤜ summary: a spark of excitement seems to be enough to vanquish your concerns… for now A dreamer stumbled upon a cabin one morning. It was small but spacious enough to house a library. And it was warm, with a fireplace in every room.

The dreamer never stepped inside. These facts were just something known.

From a hilltop, the dreamer watched the smoke leave the chimneys and inhaled the hearty smell of a hot stew. No path could be found, however.

So, the dreamer sat atop the hill and witnessed an unlived life be lived without her.

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untaemedqueen · 4 years

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Confidence is Key

Curvy Reader x Jeongguk

WordCount: 5.3k

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Fingering, Face Fucking, Praise, Unprotected Sex (Wrap then Tap Fellas), Impreg Kink, Reader Insecure About Weight

You look between the menu and Jeongguk nervously, Jeongguk plays with your fingers in his as he looks up from the menu. "Babe, you okay?" You nod, not wanting to make eye contact with him as the waitress comes back over.

"What would you like to eat?" She asks quietly, looking at both of your hands intertwined before clearing her throat. Yes, the very famous Jeon Jeongguk goes out to eat with his girlfriend. Almost on a regular basis as well. Jeongguk leans back in his chair before folding his arms.

"I'll have the New York strip steak with asparagus and potatoes. Baby?" You look up at him as you close the menu.

"Just a...a scallop salad, please." Jeongguk presses his lips into a thin line as the girl hums in agreement looking at your figure.

"No, she won't, get her the same as me." Jeongguk says grabbing your menu and handing it off to the girl.

"But..." He cuts her off with just his gaze. No one would be disrespecting his woman, no matter who he is or what group he's in.

"Did I stutter?" She shakes her head as she walks away and you can feel your neck heating up embarrassed.

"I just...I shouldn't eat so much." You whisper before picking up your glass of wine. Jeongguk scoffs before grabbing your free hand.

"I love when you eat, I love your figure. I love everything about you." This was an ongoing conversation you always seem to find yourself having with your boyfriend of four years. Yes, you were curvy and Jeongguk loved that about you. But, with all the hate you had received since going public it makes you feel horrible about yourself. You had not a single account on social media anymore due to the high influx of hate comments. Jeongguk made you delete them. People could be cruel, but you didn't have to see it. Jeongguk always tells you they're just jealous, and you want to agree but your insecurities were always at the front of your brain.

"It's our anniversary. You're going to eat and you're going to stop those negative thoughts in your head. Just focus on me. We're here, together. Four years together." He kisses the back of your hand and you can't help but smile at him.

"Excuse me, Jeongguk?" The waitress calls to him, he lifts his head with a scowl. He's not too impressed with this girl after her rudeness before.

"Yes?" "How would you like your steaks cooked?" Jeongguk picks up his glass of red wine.

"Both medium-rare." The waitress nods before looking at you again and narrowing her eyes.

"Oh for fucks sake." Jeongguk mumbles to himself. You pull at the dress you're wearing nervously and Jeongguk's jaw begins to tighten.

"What's your name?!" He calls to the waitress. She points at herself confused and he nods to her.

"Jiyoon." He beckons her forward with his index finger and she makes her way over.

"Do you have a problem with my girlfriend?" He asks pointing at you. It was always so romantic how he looks out for you. You were so important to him and every time he makes it known your heart flutters at an incredible speed.

"Ah-I...No." Jeongguk nods to her before holding your hand up.

"I bought out this whole restaurant just for our anniversary. So if you wanna give anymore nasty looks at my girl, I'll go into the kitchen and grab my own plates of food." You bite back a smile as Jeongguk clears his throat.

"So? What's the plan, Jiyoon?" She bows her head.

"I'm sorry." He hums in agreement before looking at you.

"It's no problem." You tell her and Jeongguk smiles.

"See. All better. Now I want you to eat and eat well. Because, I have some plans for later on tonight." You raise an eyebrow at him as Jiyoon slinks away.

"What plans?" Jeongguk licks his lips before smirking. Something he has been planning for quite some time.

Jeongguk has gotten comfortable with the idea of you in his life forever. It was the most amazing feeling to come home from tour, from shooting and from the studio to see you in your shared apartment. You were his light in times of darkness, bringing out his radiant soul. He was a better person with you around and he would like to keep it that way, forever. Jeongguk grabs his black card from the table before standing up. He fixes his black dress shirt before pushing back his black hair and smiling at you.

"Let's go." He whispers as you grab his hand. He intertwines your fingers before kissing your hand pulling you excitedly towards the restaurants doors.

"What is this super amazing plan you have?" You ask as he walks past Jiyoon without a single word. You bow your head respectfully towards her making Jeongguk roll his eyes. You were really too kind of a person, it's something he loves about you. The way you were so easily forgiving and so kind towards others makes his heart swell but some people deserve to feel like they've made a mistake. That's just the way of the world. "You'll see, baby."

You hop out of the car before raising an eyebrow. "Our apartment?" You ask with a laugh, Jeongguk slams the car door shut before waltzing around the front and grabbing you close to him. His bottom lip tucked in between his teeth as he rubs at your sides.

"Mhm. Our apartment. I want to ask you something up there." You giggle as he leans down kissing you gently in the comfort of the apartment buildings garage.

"Okay?" You mumble confused as he pulls you towards the elevator.

"You look so beautiful in this dress." He mumbles as the elevator doors open. He's on you in seconds as the door closes, his mouth giving butterfly kisses to your neck as you shut your eyes.

"Guk." You mutter out as he grabs at the flesh of your backside. A groan emitting from him as he nips at your collarbone.

"Fuck, you're so gorgeous." He whispers as the elevator begins to ascend. You never feel insecure with him, his actions always making you feel as if you were the most gorgeous person on the planet. Because, to him you were. The elevator stops and Jeongguk is pulling you by the wrist quickly towards the apartment. His hand already outstretched to punch in the numbers. You take off your shoes as he enters your anniversary date into the keypad before shoving the door open.

"C'mere." He mumbles kissing you deeply, his foot shoving at the back of the other to take them off as you giggle against him. His touch was heated, dying to feel your skin against his.

"I want to ask you something very important." He whispers pulling away, his hands on either side of your face. You tilt your head with a smile as you step into the living room.

"I have loved you for four years, I've gotten to know myself and my heart through you. And-" He rubs his sweaty hands together as he stares you down, his dark brown doe eyes looking deeply into yours, "-And I want us to start a family together." You take a deep inhale through your nose before clearing your throat. You've thought about this many times throughout the years. So many times in fact you thought the time would never come and yet, here it is. And, you can't find it within yourself to say yes.

"A family?" You mumble replaying his request. He nods happily wrapping his arms around you.

"I would like us to start having babies, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. We're in a comfortable position to do so. What do you think?" You look down at your toes, wriggling them as you think. This would NOT go over well with ARMY. You were insecure enough as it is. What would they say if you get pregnant? How horrible would they be to you and to your child?

"I don't know." You mutter making Jeongguk furrow his eyebrows.

"You don't want children with me? Am-Am I not it for you?" He picks at some skin on his lip nervously as you shake your head quickly.

"No! God, no! You are! You're it for me! I want nothing more than this." Jeongguk sits down on the couch before patting the spot next to him.

"Then what's the problem?" He asks rubbing at your thigh as you sit down. He's going to get upset with you, but it's how you feel.

"I mean...ARMY hates me... They make fun of me for my size enough as it is... If I get pregnant, wouldn't that be too much? They would be horrible to us." Jeongguk puts his hands over his face before sighing loudly.

"Baby. I don't care what ARMY has to say about anything. I care about us, our future. Our love. Fuck what they say, you're mine and that's it. They're just jealous." Jeongguk could care less about others opinions but as your knees begin to bounce out of nervousness, he knows he's put you in a difficult position.

"Let's just... Think about it some more." You whisper, you wish you weren't like this. You wish that you were confident and didn't worry about the opinions of others but you did. You always have, Jeongguk presses his lips into a thin line before nodding.

"Alright, we'll think about it." He can tell by your body posture that you felt awkward and horrible and he never wants you to feel that way. Ever. He hugs you tightly kissing your temple as he throws his legs up on the couch. "Let's cuddle and watch a movie. Hmm?"

Jeongguk yells out incoherently as he punches his instructor as the rest of the members watch on with nervous faces.

"Calm down." His instructor tells him out of breath as they continue to spar.

"I need this! Keep going!" Jeongguk yells out as his instructor drops his arms from his face. Jeongguk scoffs undoing the boxing gloves and throwing them on the floor before hopping out of the ring. He brushes past Jimin before laying on the wooden bench and throwing a towel over his face as he breathes raggedly. Taehyung and Jin approach quietly before sitting on the floor in front of their youngest brother.

"Wanna talk about it?" Seokjin asks quietly, Jeongguk wants to cry. He wants to break everything out of frustration but crying is the easiest thing to do as his eyes and nasal passages begin to burn. He presses the towel to his face harder as he chest begins to wrack from his sobs. Jin looks at Taehyung nervously before rubbing Jeongguk's sweaty bicep comfortingly.

"Something happen with Y/N?" Jeongguk opens his mouth to talk but a large sob comes out first. The noise attracting the attention of the others. Namjoon rushes over before sitting at the end of the bench.

"Guk? What's wrong?" Jeongguk bites his lip taking the towel off of his face before sitting up.

"You don't know how my heart hurts." He whispers burying his face in his hands. His hands shaking nervously over him as Jimin hugs him from behind.

"What happened?" Jeongguk shakes his head trying to stop his tears, and although the sobs have stopped his tears continue to stream down his face.

"I just want Y/N to be happy. To be confident in herself." He sniffles before pressing the towel to his face. Taehyung rubs his knee before putting his chin on it. No one makes a noise, letting the youngest express his heart to his content.

"I asked Y/N if we could have babies." Jin looks at Jimin who smiles.

"What'd she say?" Jeongguk scoffs before sobbing. "To think about it."

"Why? You guys love each other." Hoseok asks sitting in between Taehyung and Jin.

"She won't explain in detail but I know why. Of course I know why. We've been together for four fucking years." Yoongi nods before sipping his coffee as he sits down next to Jeongguk.

"She's embarrassed that ARMY are going to make fun of her because she's 'big' while carrying my child. She doesn't want to be made fun of. She's scared." He begins to cry again, the noises ripping from his throat like a guttural animal. Taehyung bites at his lip nervously as Jeongguk begins to hyperventilate. His chest gasping for air, his heart hurting and his head beginning to ache from his sobs.

"I'm her man. I should make her-her feel confident. But, she's too-too afraid! She shouldn't have to feel so down on herself! She should just be happy to look towards the future together! I feel like I'm not doing enough for my girl." He throws his head back into Jimin's chest as he cries. Namjoon sighs, rubbing Jeongguk's shoulder.

"It must be difficult, I'm sorry." He tells Guk who in turn nods squeezing his eyes shut.

"It's so difficult. It hurts me so much to see her in this pain. You had to see when I asked, she looked like she was going to have a fucking anxiety attack." Jeongguk takes a deep breath, his chest wracking as he exhales.

"Why don't you do something romantic for her? Like flower petals, hearts everywhere, candles. Things like that. Tell her how big your heart is for her. Explain to her that your family means everything to you." Taehyung asks wiping Jeongguk's cheeks with the back of his hands. Jeongguk sniffles before sighing.

"I should, shouldn't I?"

"Y/N is going out tomorrow with Yuna. Do it then. It'll be nice for her to come home to that. Plus, I'll have Yuna take the baby and Y/N will see how Yuna and Taekwon are together." Jeongguk begins to calm down, Taehyung's advice was solid.

"Alright." He mumbles before taking a deep breath and putting his hand to his forehead.

"Just let her know how much you love her, express yourself like this. It's heartfelt." Jin tells Jeongguk as he gives him a small smile.

Jeongguk runs into the living room throwing petals on to the floor before looking around nervously. He thinks you'll like it but he has no idea. Would this show you his love? He jumps over the couch arm, slamming his body onto the cream colored sofa as he lights the candles he had bought just a few hours ago. He had bought candles, flowers, champagne, and incense all for tonight.

"Fuck!" He curses before racing back into the bedroom and lighting the incense. You should be home any minute. Jeongguk dims the lights before jumping on the bed. He kneels up grabbing the bottle of champagne before hurriedly popping open the cork and throwing it back down on the table. He looks around the room before clicking his teeth and standing up.

"A heart." He mumbles before sliding over to the closet with his bare feet and grabbing the petals he bought before shutting the closet door. It makes a loud slam and he knows he's cracked the wood but he doesn't care. He sticks his tongue out as he stands at the end of the bed. His hand hurriedly making a heart out of petals. He stands back with a smile before nodding.

"Okay! It's cute!" He whispers happily before fixing the tail end.

The door pad begins to chime and Jeongguk looks up quickly before throwing the rest of the petals in his hand out the open window and slamming it shut. His feet are faster than his brain as he sprints out of the bedroom and into the hallway as you open the door. You squint at the dim lighting before laughing as Jeongguk puts his hands on his hips.

"Why's it so dark in here?" You ask his shadow as you turn on the lights. Jeongguk opens up his arms with a big bunny smile before wrinkling his nose.

"I love you!" He cheers cutely and you giggle taking off your shoes. There were flower petals and candles lit, the smell of musk and lavender in the air as Jeongguk walks towards you.

"This is very sweet." You tell him as he grabs the bags you got while you were out with Taehyung's wife. He throws them on the floor before wrapping you into a kiss. His hands burying themselves into your hair as he licks at your bottom lip. He pulls away only to connect your foreheads as he closes his eyes and sighs.

"I love you." He whispers gently, you hug him tightly and he groans at the warm feeling of your hug. Everything you do has him melting into a warm puddle all the time.

"Come." He whispers, intertwining your fingers and pulling you towards the bedroom.

"My bags!" You tell him as you point at the floor.

"Later." He says before clearing his throat. He hopes you will be open to talking, to letting him spill his heart out onto the floor. As you enter the bedroom, a small gasp emits from how romantic the room is.

"Wow!" You whisper before smiling at him and for the third time in just ten minutes he tells you he loves you.

"I love you too." You say before sitting on the edge of the bed. Your hand grazing over the multicolored rose petals that lay in a heart in the middle of the mattress. Jeongguk kneels in front of you and you frown as his knees smack against the heated floor.

"What are you doing?" You ask, combing your fingers through his hair. He closes his eyes before licking his lips relishing the feeling of your touch.

"I need to tell you just how deeply my heart bleeds for you." Jeongguk whispers, grabbing at your knees. His doe eyes staring into yours as he rubs small circles into your skin.

"I know how much you love me silly." You tell him before kissing his forehead. Jeongguk smiles kindly before shaking his head.

"I don't think you do. You see, I love you so much that I would die right now if it meant you could get everything you want." You tilt your head at the seriousness of his voice.

"Whatever our souls are made of yours and mine are the same. We are soulmates. You bring the deepest, the biggest joy to my life I have ever had. You are my reason, my will to live, my everything. It wasn't the same after I met you, you made everything seem unreal, like a movie. You make my heart race and my knees weak. My sun that shines on an everlasting cloudy day. You are beautiful and so perfect-." He clears his throat and the way he looks down at the ground you can tell he is going to cry as his eyes gloss over. He sniffs before looking back up at you, unafraid for you to see the tears he has for you. "-I love you with everything I have and will ever receive. I want you to be confident, and to be happy. To lean on me through all of your distress and your sadness."

A tear rolls down his cheek and you feel your eyes beginning to sting as he says these romantic things to you.

"Aish." He mumbles before chuckling.

"I want a family with you, I want to be unafraid of other people. I want us to be a real family, have children and grandchildren. I want to hold you until my last breath. I want to wake up to you every day for the next 80 years." You giggle as he chuckles before wiping at your own face.

"I want you to want everything with me, no matter what others might say. I care about you and you alone. I love you and you alone." He takes a deep breath before putting his forehead to your knees.

"And I know you want to think about it, you told me you do but I don't want you to have to think about it. I just want you to say yes. Because, I know in my heart we're ready. I know that we will have beautiful children. I want you to be unafraid for me. For us. Be happy and confident that you are mine and mine alone." You take a deep breath as you wipe at your soaked cheeks.

Your tears rolling off of your face onto his hands as you nod. You had this whole conversation with Yuna before. You cried a lot before too, it was all just worries and anxiety you needed to get out of your head.

"I know." You whisper, nodding as you wipe at your face. Jeongguk takes a deep breath before looking back up at you, his nose a cute shade of pink as he dries his face.

"I'm ready. I'm going to try to not be so insecure anymore. It's hard but... But I will try. I know this is something we both want." Jeongguk gives you a small smile before groaning as he stands making you laugh. He sits next to you on the bed grabbing your hands in his.

"I love you, baby."

"I love you too." He leans in to kiss you and you kiss back wrapping your arms around his neck. He hums to you as he falls back onto the bed with you.

"Fuck." He mumbles caressing your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. His hand finding the back of your dress as he zips it open as you face each other on your sides.

"I stopped taking my birth control." You whisper making Jeongguk take a deep inhale through his nose.

"When?!" He asks excited as he sits up stripping you of your dress.

"After we talked." His eyebrows furrowing at the sight of your almost naked body.

"Fuck, you're so gorgeous..." He looks back up at you before getting back on track.

"After we talked? That was three weeks ago. You could be fertile." His bottom lip tucking into his teeth at his own comment. His hands begin to drift lazily over your skin. His hands kneading at the flesh of your thighs before hooking his fingers into the sides of your underwear.

"Let me see my pretty pussy." He mumbles, lust starting to encase his brain. He pulls off your underwear with a small groan.

"Look at that." He mumbles in awe spreading your legs open. You quickly undo your bra and Jeongguk watches as your breasts spill from the cups.

"Oh fuck." He mumbles before palming them. Small moans eliciting from you as he runs his thumbs over your areolas.

"Christ." Jeongguk whispers as he watches your cunt begin to glisten with arousal.

"So horny for me aren't you, babe?" His tongue peaks out only to run a flat lick at your pussy which has you laying back on the bed. His hands kneading at your fleshy thighs as he moans at your sweet taste. The tip of his tongue flicking your swelling clit as you whimper out his name. Jeongguk kneels on the floor worshipping you pussy as he strips himself of his pants and boxers.

"Guk!" You moan loudly as he begins to tease your entrance with his slim fingers.

"Fuck!" He curses against you before entering a finger into you, a lazy low moan rolling off his tongue as you gasp at the pleasure.

"So fucking tight and wet for me." Your thighs begin to press against his head as you close your eyes. The euphoric feeling of your orgasm building, a band within you tightening quickly as Jeongguk adds another finger.

"Show me how much you want my baby inside you. Cum on my fingers, baby girl." You grab fistfuls of his hair as you begin to grind your face on him chasing your high. His chin and cheeks become coated in your arousal as your moans begin to get louder and shorter.

"Guk!" You moan loudly as the band inside of you snaps. His name rolling off of your tongue quickly as you orgasm. Your ears ringing and your vision going white as he eases off watching you with a pleased smile.

"That's my good girl." He whispers before wiping at his face. He pulls his fingers out of you before suckling on them.

"Fuck, you taste so good." He pulls off his white t-shirt before standing up. You frown at the redness of his knees as you sit up.

You eye his large erect cock biting your lip. You grasp his cock in your hand, pumping it slowly watching his pre-cum bead before running over the head. Jeongguk's eyes fluttering shut at the pleasurable feeling.

"Oh shit." He mumbles to himself as you bow your head. He gasps loudly as you swirl your tongue around the head before dipping down.

"Baby! Fuck!" He moans loudly, his eyes on yours as you look up at him fucking his cock into your mouth. Your hands running over his golden ab-ed chest.

"You take my cock so well." His tongue licking at his lips before opening wide as you begin to swallow him to the hilt. Tears spilling over your cheeks as you gag on him. He hums in agreement as you begin to quicken your mouth.

"Jesus Christ! You like sucking my big cock? Like feeling how hard you make me?" You moan against him as he rolls your areolas between his fingertips. Desire beginning to rise within you as he bucks his hips to your mouth.

"Such a good girl letting me fuck this pretty little mouth you have. Oh fuck!" His curses make you whimper as you feel his cock beginning to throb on your tongue.

"Stop." He warns you and you pull off of him as he takes a deep shaky breath. "I'm saving my cum for this tight little pussy." He points up the bed and you push yourself backwards as he knees between your legs.

"You're so beautiful, baby." He leans down kissing you, his thumb and index finger on your chin prying your mouth open for his thumb as he glides the head of his cock through your swollen pussy lips. His pre-cum sticky and warm making you mewl for him.

He prods the head of his cock to your entrance and you both pull away to watch him enter you. A deep groan emitting from Jeongguk as he presses his face into the crook of your neck.

"So fucking needy for my cock and cum." He whispers before licking at your earlobe. You wrap your legs around his waist as he begins to piston himself inside you.

"I have such a fat load of cum for this fertile cunt!" Your head falls back as Jeongguk picks himself up. He presses your knees higher to your chest and a loud moan leaves his throat at how much tighter you get for him in this position.

"You're going to take my baby like a good little girl, aren't you? Let me fill you up with my cum and get pregnant for me." You whimper out at his words.

"Yes! I can't wait to have your baby!" He hums in agreement before putting his head back. A sheen layer of sweat developing on his body as he moans your name. His hands grabbing at your hips as he fucks you up the bed.

"You're so fucking gorgeous. I love you so much." You grab at his biceps.

"I love you too!" He picks his head up only to spit on your pussy before rubbing circles on to your clit.

"Fuck, you feel so good." You could feel his cock beginning to throb within you. Jeongguk grabs your ankles, throwing them over his shoulders as he bulldozes within you with all of his strength. The angle letting the head of his cock brush against your g-spot with every thrust.

"Fuck! Yes! Right there!" You moan loudly as the band within you begins to tighten.

"Such a good girl letting me fuck my baby into you. I can't wait till your belly is filled with my baby." You grip at the comforter underneath you, rose petals crumbling in your fists as your knuckles go white.

"Fuck! I'm-I'm not gonna last." Jeongguk mumbles licking at his lips before biting his bottom lip. The throbbing within you quickens and he gasps quietly.

"I'm cumming! Fuck! Oh babe!" He falls over you bucking his hips harshly as he rubs your clit. His forehead on your breast as he moans quietly. You could feel warm ropes of cum lathering your cunt and it males the band snap within you. Your pleasure reaching the precipice as you moan Jeongguk's name milking his cock of his cum.

"Oh fuck!" He curses as he feels your pussy suck up his cum. Your hands running over his back and neck as your body writhes underneath his in pleasure.

"I love you." He whispers before picking his body up and giving you a gentle kiss. You smile into the kiss as he pulls out of you.

"Lift your hips, keep my cum in there." He groans standing up before pouring you both a glass of champagne. You lift your hips as Jeongguk grabs a pillow easing it underneath your lower body. He hands you the glass before sitting next to you and smiling. You look around the room impressed.

"This was really romantic of you." He wrinkles his nose at you before shaking his head.

"It's the least I can do for the woman I love." You look over at the closet before tilting your head. A large crack in the door making you furrow your eyebrows.

"What happened there?" Jeongguk looks up before taking a sip of his champagne and laughing.

"I was in a hurry to make the room pretty and I broke the fucking door.'" You laugh before closing your eyes.

"Silly." Jeongguk sets down his glass before laying down next to you. "I promise to treat you good for the rest of my life, baby. You and our children."

"Hello? Hayoon-ah. Daddy is talking to you." Jeongguk waves his hand in his three year old daughter's face as she stares at Yoongi.

"She has a crush on him. You aren't getting her attention." You tell him as you enter the practice room. Jeongguk scoffs before walking over to you and kissing you. His hand rubbing at your nine month pregnant belly with a smile.

"I made her and she has more love in her heart for Yoongi hyung then me." You giggle as Yoongi gives Hayoon a gummy smile.

"Hayoon!" You call to her, she looks over quickly before smiling widely.

"Come give daddy a hug, please so he isn't sad anymore." You fold your arms as Jeongguk throws himself on the floor happily as she rushes over. He envelopes her into a hug burying his face in her neck.

"I love you daddy!" He hums in agreement, "I love you too." You put your hand on your aching back which Jimin is quick to point out. Jeongguk looks up quickly before picking Hayoon up.

"Doesn't mommy look beautiful today?" You smile at him as he helps you sit down in a chair. His hand caressing your belly before telling Hayoon to do so.

"Mommy is always pretty!" Jeongguk smiles before kissing your forehead.

"Mommy is always pretty. And confident! Right, mommy?" You hum in agreement as they both rub your belly.

"I'm always confident." And, for the first time in a long time it was the truth. Nothing could break your spirit with Jeongguk and your children around.

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Kintsugi: the beauty of broken things || MYG

Chapter 2

Pairing: musical producer! Yoongi x lab tech/science nerdy! f reader au; non-idol! BTS members make a brief appearance

Genre: fluff, angst, kinda slow burn (?), best friends to fake couple au, constant unresolved sexual tension, two idiots too proud to openly speak but pinning each other

Warnings: use of bad language, mentions of insecurities/low self-esteem, anxiety, trauma; light use of weed, little smut if you scrutinize, SFW

Masterlist: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // ...

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CHAPTER 2: We are boyfriend and girlfriend, dude

Word count: 3373

Yoongi has never been the kind of person to be openly warm with other people; he feels a lot more comfortable by subtly taking care. Something like sitting with a drink and listening, cooking if anyone has an upset stomach or picking you up if your car is in the shop. Small things that speak volumes.

He also isn’t very vocal about his needs or likings, but neither fears being bold about things he doesn't like. He thinks that's one of his best features: his honesty. Maybe his words sound dry, but they never come from bad intentions because Yoongi is not cruel; he just wants the best for his friends. If that implies hard love, he'll do it.

Whoever knows him a little bit knows that. He also does. Unknown people, on the other hand... usually take him for a bitchy personality and a big mouth that is only open to hurt everyone around. It’s one thing that has marked him throughout his life and deepened his introverted nature. Some would even call him cold or heartless, so he sometimes just gives up and acts that way, thinking ''if that's how little you think of me, there you have it and make it double".

But then, there's you. His Minnie.

No one has as much permission as you to make a fool of him. Whatever wall he tries to put between you and him when he's mentally slumping, it’s not big or fat enough to avoid your powerful ability to make him speak about his concerns and feel as exposed as if he were naked.

No one can make him feel the urge to hug or give warm words to another being like you do, even when you are behaving stupidly, and all you deserve is a reality check. But he... He just can't. Of course, he would never admit it out loud, but it's not indispensable; both of you know.

Any outsider would think you hate each other, judging by your daily bickering non-stop and being brats even when one of you is struggling, but that's just how your friendship works. Under all that mockery, there is a hidden endearment, only shown by how eyes become fond when the other it's not looking.

He knows that you love him and that he loves you too, and you also know. There's no necessity to speak those words when you've felt them since your first meeting in that music classroom.

He knew he was on a ride since day one by the way your brows furrowed when he opened his mouth to say a sassy remark or by the number of times your eyes rolled at his mere presence. Befriending you was hard, but so far? Not an ounce of regret for his choices.

That's why he, once in a while, catches himself wandering in his studio with confused thoughts lingering in his mind. Lately, writing about feeling stuck and lost has been easier than ever, and he wonders if it's somehow (but probably not) related to the fact that your friendship is all he can think about.

He is preoccupied that nobody is going to understand him like you do. That perchance, once both of you find love, your friendship is destined to lose some of its strength. But would he stand that?

The light-skinned producer knows how lucky he is to have you; he is a lucky son of a bitch. He doesn't understand how you can stand him even when he can't stand himself, but there you are with a warm smile and a hug (that won't be accepted openly, you know it) plus, HE DOES understand something: he will do whatever it takes for never risk losing you. To never see you leaving his side.

That's why, when you come to his studio that evening, stomping with a hurried breath and furrowed eyebrows, he knows he’s about to have something to do for you. He was expecting something different and is a little surprised by the matter you established, but as your best friend... he’s not the one who's going to say no. Not like he could.

He wants to help you as you do daily by taking his dark thoughts out of the way, and that's why he agrees with the two-step plan, even if his social anxiety has been peaking this week. That's how much you mean to him.

Not gonna lie; he feels a little ridiculous while walking to your flat wearing all the pieces of clothes that you so meticulously described in your text. He also feels ridiculous while holding your hand because his body feels warmer than he thought, but he blames it on the alcohol, no matter how little the amount is.

But all this shameful feeling disappears when he eyes you walking back to where he is after dropping your coat in the wardrobe. Have you always looked that good in that dress? He knew that it would be the right choice because he had always seen you pretty in it, but tonight... There’s something different on your face, but he can put his finger on it.

"Once this stunt is done, I urgently need to get laid" Yoongi thinks, mindful that his penis is the one thinking instead of him. "Bad timing; tonight is not the right moment".

Perhaps, after all… that dress wasn't a good choice. He is not the strongest soldier; where he puts the eye, he puts the bullet... And you look dangerously too much like a graceful prey for your own good.

He would never admit it, but maybe… some flirting is being done. As more alcohol enters his system, less and less ability he has to restrain the playful mood and himself. At one point, his mouth speaks quicker than his mind, and that's how he ends up disclosing you the bet.

Maybe, in his twisted unconscious, he thinks that if you get angry with him, all this weird situation will stop, whatever is going on. But instead of being filled with anger, your gaze shines a bit more. He would have never guessed that being told directly that someone wants you, instead of grossing you out, would set something similar to desire in that pretty head of yours.

That ignites something inside that takes him by surprise, and when his eyes can't leave the swaying of your hips on your way to the bathroom... He knows he is in trouble.

You have talked about sex plenty of times; your friendship is quite open around that issue. You throw jokes and some bantering on this subject to the other, but never anything serious. Also, he has never dealt with a playful and drunk you all by himself while he feels a little drunk too. This is unknown territory.

When deciding if the unsettling feeling in his stomach is good or bad, a masculine voice interrupts him.

-Can I give you a recommendation? -is the bartender that has served them all the drinks tonight.

-Yeah, why not? -Yoongi shrugs.

-Grow the balls, man. It’s painfully messed up the way both of you approach each other.

-What do you mean? She...she is...my girlfriend.

-Girlfriend as in a couple or as a friend that happens to be a girl? Because of the way it looks, you don't know the difference between both things.

-What do you mean? -Yoongi has nothing to lose while waiting for you.

-It's simple -the bartender answers while shrugging and cleaning a vase- the chemistry is there, but you have to be more straightforward. She seems oblivious to subtle hints.

Is our acting so bad that even a stranger looking from afar can see it?

-I wasn't flirting with her -Yoongi jumps with both hands in a defensive stand but sits immediately- well, because, you know… we are far gone from that stage. We are engaged -he says out loud for the first time.

-Sorry then. I must have gotten the wrong impression. It’s just… the way you act seems like two recently-in-love persons. So… you just are hardly whipped by her, mh? The way you mock and smirk at her is one from the books.

-Which books?

-How to escape from the Alcatraz that friend zone seems like. You have probably already gotten farther than where your expectations laid at first, but you behave as if you are still surprised by the fact that she reciprocates your feelings. You have to get out of that mindset. Being insecure isn’t a burden for yourself but for your partner too. Insecurities make daily stuff unnecessarily complicated.

Yoongi rolls his eyes at that. He can't admit that the only thing between you two is amity because this night's main task is to look more like a couple. That prompts him (now that the situation is less stressful) to step up his acting.

-Listen, man -the barista speaks again- I'm sorry; I didn't want to bother you or get myself into what is not my thing. It’s just that girls like that -signals between the sweaty bodies dancing for Yoongi to find you dancing with eyes closed in your world, unaware of the eagle-like gazes some other men are throwing you- are hard to find. As are shooting stars on a winter night. She is a bomb. You are lucky to have her in your life. If you let this opportunity slip through your fingers, you'll always regret it. I've been there. Her name was Sophie.

-What happened between Sophie and you?

-She just grew tired of waiting for me to make a move on her or whatever, and only when I saw her with another man I realized how much I loved her. Sadly it was late; that boy wasn't as blind as me, thus, he knew how to take care and appreciate all his good features. He kept her and the last thing I knew about, was that they were marrying. I had to block her; it hurt me a lot to see how happy she was living while I couldn't stop wondering how life would have been If I had opened my eyes earlier.

Wow, Yoongi wasn't expecting such a heart-to-heart confession by this stranger.

-Sorry to hear it -he articulates.

-Yeah. Guess time heals everything. They say that things happen for a reason. I haven't found mine, but one may be how today, I'm here to tell you all this; trying to avoid you a life-changing mistake. Whatever it turns out to be, I wish you the best of luck.

-You too -Yoongi nods as a goodbye.

This conversation has him feeling a little dizzy somehow because the bartender's words made the fear of losing the most precious thing he has in his life real but also made him confused. He knows you are a girl, but after so many years, his brain hasn't noticed ALL that implies. For him, his Minnie is his buddy, one softer than the rest, but his buddy after all.

He has never seen you in any other light than as a little sister. Yeah, you are hot all dolled up, but apart from appreciating your beauty, he never thought of you… in that way.

Funnily, he can't take the whole destiny thing out of his mind. Everything happens for a reason. He does believe it, especially because your friendship was born the day a mistake put you both in the same class. His entire life always felt like an alignment of casualties that luckily went well.

His brain cells are working at full power (too much to handle) when he is finally near you; the only thing that pulls him like a magnet between the ocean of bodies. What does this night have that seems to cast him under a spell?

Softly, his hands lay on your small back, trying not to scare you or break the entrance you are in. Still, this act makes you jump till your head is turned to him, evident fear on your face dropping once the familiarity of your best friend comes into sight.

You seem happy to see him and show by how a big smile is full on display. Suddenly touching you feels too much, so he drops his arms.

-Sorry for not coming back. Those girls -you signal behind you a little group or women around your age that wave at Yoongi- were super nice and invited me to join them on the dance floor.

Your warm breath tingles in Yoongi's ear, who shivers a little under your touch on his shoulder and closeness.

-When did you meet them? -he asks more recomposed than he feels, in the same way you did to be heard in this noise.

-On the bathroom. That place is always good to make friendships after throwing a compliment here and there.

-Did you feel the necessity to find more friends? Am I not enough?

-I wanted to dance, and last thing I knew, it’s not precisely your favourite thing in the world.

-Is not but 1: I drank enough to lose some of my dignity and 2: I guess as your "boyfriend" -he marks the world rightly- is what I should do my honey boo-boo.

He bops your nose to accentuate the joke. Expecting the typical smack on his arm, he is surprised when your face lights up with fun and a sheepish smile decorates your mouth.

-Let's see what you have in store, buddy, but don't disloque your grandpa-like hips in the process, please.

-I'm just one year older than you.

-Well, time to act like it -you add, winking.

At the start, Yoongi feels a little uncomfortable, but soon that's replaced by calm. Both of you are vibing to the rhythmic music and grinning at each other. It's been a while since the last time you were able to relax a bit and not think about anything.

Some men fight their way to you, something that seems to be making you uncomfortable, so he feels the need to put himself as a barrier. You notice that and thank him without words.

Even like that, one of them reaches you and starts to talk in your ear. Yoongi tenses at that, but not long after, you are brushing off the boy without a bat of lashes. He sometimes forgets how fierce you are.

-Everything okay, Minnie?

-Yeah, don't worry -your words say different than your face; doubting eyes and inferior lip between your teeth- I was just thinking…

-That we suck at all the couple acting?

-Exactly that -finally a smile.

-I thought the same while talking to the bartender. Maybe… if you are okay… should try to improve it?

-Yeah, that would be nice.

He is hesitant, making you take the lead. He has never danced with you like this intently. It takes a little, but the right pace comes causing your bodies to be pressed together.

You see something over his shoulder that has you sighting tiredly and tensing the muscles.

-What? -he asks, preoccupied.

-Nothing. Just that asshole again; I don't know how to make his little brain of him to understand the message.

-Guess that's my cue to throw some hands -Yoongi feels the anger flowing through his entire system.

You hug his frame to stop him, and the next thing you do, take him by surprise.

You turn in his grasp, pressing your back in his front. His hands are doubtful but embrace nicely your waist, feeling yours securing that hold tighter with a graceful touch upon his skin.

-See, sometimes things have a solution without the need for fighting. Does this feel awkward to you?

-A little, but we should come to terms with it before Friday.

-Right.

-Still… I want to punch that idiot in the face.

You laugh, making his body resonate with yours.

-Just… ignore him.

One of your arms keeps its place above his, but the other flies right to his neck, pressing your body impossibly closer. Your fingertips brush sensitive skin that hasn't been touched in a long time.

The travel they do up, till they are messily rolling the long hair of his neck, makes him senseless of the world around you two. It feels nice.

He unconsciously nears his head to yours, making you giggle with the tingling of his long hair on your skin. He giggles too.

-Your hair is longer than ever.

-Maybe, but not for long. They will make some changes on behalf of the photoshoot.

-I like it now; that length fits you well -your fingertips comb through his black mat.

The dance continues all night, awkwardness long forgotten. Before you know it, it's time to leave the disco. Walking hand in hand to get out without losing the other, cold night receives you.

-Do you wanna take a taxi?

Yoongi asks himself the same question. "Do I?".

-If you aren't tired, I would like to walk better.

A night walk seems like the best, and you nod in approval. Even if he still feels the heat of all the dancing, he has to admit that the cold is coming for him, which manifests in a shiver.

You must notice because you unconsciously move your body to come closer to his. Your gentle grip around his arm with yours feels warm, and in the weird but comfy bubble that surrounds you two tonight, he reaches for your hand without a doubt, locking them together.

The chat till your place is around the new songs in his mixtape. He doesn't want to tell you that you have inspired a crazy amount of them, but how you look interested in the whole process (even when you have listened to it thousands of times) warms his heart once again. Enough to make him absentmindedly caress your knuckles in a circular motion with the thumb, something he becomes conscious of when your door is on sight.

-You can stay if you want to. Or call a taxi and wait for it here -you offer.

-I have to get up in a couple of hours anyway, so I will go to my house to take the stink of partying out with a shower and ingest the biggest coffee cup in history. A walk to wake up should help the cause.

-As you like. Then, this is the end of step 1 in the plan. How did you feel?

-Hate to give you the ego boost, but you were right. This was useful. Now I don't feel like throwing up seeing that ugly face; just a little nauseous.

And here it is, your signature smack.

-It was better than what I anticipated -he says now on a serious note- Maybe this will go well.

-Yeah, maybe I won't be unemployed by Monday -you joke- thanks again, Yoongles.

-You are welcome -he replies with a grin that sets one similar on you.

You detach yourself from his side, leaving a cold feeling that has him shivering where your warmth was.

-Text me when you get home -you point him with the index, in a threatening stance.

-I'll do -he answers, grabbing your finger funnily and turning around.

-Oh, wait.

That stops him in his tracks while you make your way inside hurriedly. Once you come back, it’s with clothing in your hands.

-I know your pigheadedness, but I don't want you to catch a cold. Not like I care for your wellness. I am still in need of someone to play my fiancé, y'know? -you explain playfully.

-Of course, of course -Yoongi follows your stunt.

You wrap a soft black scarf and a matching beanie that smells like you around him. All Yoongi does is eying you like this was the first time he is looking at you.

-What? -your eyebrow rises in doubt.

-Your makeup looks terrible right now.

Your reaction is to simply pull the beanie over his eyes and flick your finger at his cheek.

-Remember, text me once you get home.

-Okey, mom.

-Bye -you bid him from your doorstep.

-See you tomorrow.

Yoongi walks in the cold night back home, but all he can feel is the warmth of your scarf and beanie.

Everything is fine.

A/N: I hope you are liking the story so far. As I said in the first chapter, uni is biting my ass. Literally, this has taken me 3 days, taking time from here and there, to fully review, so... sorry for taking so long.

Feel free to give some feedback whatever is good or bad, and thank you for liking or sharing, I appreciate that a lot. Have a nice day!

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7ndipity · 9 months

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Perfect for Me

Yoongi x plus size Reader

Summary: How Yoongi would respond to and comfort his s/o when they feel insecure.

Warnings: mentions of weight and insecurities, not proofread

A/N: Thank you to @coffeedepressionsoup for this request! As a fellow plus size person, I definitely understand the struggles, this was very comforting to write. And a reminder to anyone else reading this that I think you're beautiful and amazing💜

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Yoongi absolutely adored you, body and soul, and had never been one to shy away from telling you as much. He never felt more at peace than when he was cozied up with you in his arms, tracing patterns against your skin, loving the feeling of you beneath his fingers. Which is why it always crushed him so much whenever you were feeling bad about yourself.

How could you not see what he saw? You were gorgeous!

He wasn't always a man of many words, but when it came to you, he was a never ending train of praise and complements. He would always state them so matter-of-factly, trying to leave no room for doubt.

He would never hear of it from you if you tried to say that you were too big to lay on him or sit on his lap, frowning as soon as you tried to pull away.

"That's bullshit." He said, trying to tug you back to him, but again, you refused to move.

Taking in your expression, his tone would immediately soften.

"Hey, look at me." He said, ducking his head till he caught your eyes.

"There is not a single thing about you that I don't love, you know that, right? You're perfect." He spoke with absolute sincerity, pulling you until you were right where he wanted you, and where, according to him, you belonged.

"See? Fucking perfect." He mumbled against your lips. "Perfect for me."

He knew he could never fully make the voices go away that tell you otherwise, but that wouldn't stop him from trying.

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h0esvck · 5 years

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hey could you write a smut drabble about each of the boys being obsessed with your boobs/thighs/ass?? 😚😚😚

I'm going to get this towards chubbier/curvier women since that's how I understand it. Not that skinny/slim women aren't beautiful, it's just us thicc women's time to shine ;)

Namjoon

Namjoon was obsessed with your big breasts and fat ass, he loved the way your ass felt pressed against him, or the way it jiggled when he gave your ass a hard slap. But he most enjoyed when you rode him and your breasts bounced. God, he loved the way your thick thighs wrapped around him and held him close when you were about to cum. He loved the soft way your body gave way to his large hands, you were so soft and Namjoon loved that. "Babe! Stop it!" You giggled when he smacked your ass in the elevator as you went up. "Hmm, how can I when you're so irresistible?" He smiled and kissed you making you giggle and moan against him when gave your ass a tight squeeze. "Guys, we're in here ya know." Hoseok said and Namjoon slowly pulled away slowly you blushing, you two had clearly gotten lost in your own world and forgot Jin, Jimin and Hoseok were present. "Sorry, " you apologized and Namjoon scoffed. "I'm not, " he slapped your ass again and Seokjin snorted.

Seokjin

Seokjin was a foody, he loved food and everything that came with it. And you were the same way. You were curvy and you owned Jin's heart. He liked his meals big and that's exactly what you were. "Jin!" You giggled as he kissed the side of your neck from behind his hands snaking around your frame and squeezing your breasts in his hands as you looked in a large mirror. "Hmm, so soft baby~" he teased kissing you more making you blush. "Do I ever tell you how much I love you boobs baby?" He asked squeezed them a bit tighter making you yelp and ears turn red. "Because I do, I love your chest, and your ass, and I love your thighs around my head when I eat you out." He admitted and you felt like melting into a puddle on the floor. But you were also aroused, "W-well do you want to feel my thighs around your head right now?" Seokjin knew what you were implying and his eyes widened before he blushed. "I'd love that, " he purred into your ear and you involuntarily moaned as tingles ran through your body.

Yoongi

Yoongi wasn't one to care about size, looks or gender, in fact, he really didn't care. It was the person behind it that inspired him and he loved. So when you came into his life, bigger than some people liked Yoongi didn't give a fuck, he was fascinated with your inner beauty despite your beauty on the outside that other people couldn't appreciate like him. Like when you'd bend over and he'd see your ass, he would bite his bottom lip and imagine your perfectly round ass bare as he slowly fucked into you. "God, baby your ass is perfect for me." He said walking over and gripping your ass making you yelp and blush against him. "Really?" You'd ask and he'd hum and kiss your neck. "Yes, I love seeing your ass take my cock so well.." He'd whisper without intentions of making you flustered but it ended up that way. "Yoongi!" You blushed and he chuckled softly. "What, I'm an honest man, " "That you are.... Too honest sometimes..."

Hoseok

You could call Hoseok someone who gets obsessed with their partners because he loved everything about you. Not in a bad way though. He would constantly be complimenting you and groping your body, running his hands down your curves and pleasing you with his fingers whenever you danced too sensually and he lost himself in your curves. "Do I tell you how much I love your thighs wrapped around me squeezing me, baby?" He asked as he thrust inside of you slowly making you moan. You breathed out shakily and he continued. "Do I tell you how much I love your breasts and how they jiggle when I fuck you like this?" He asked speeding up his hips just to demonstrate his point. You yelped and arched your back and Hoseok moaned just watching your body. You were so beautiful, he adored you.

Jimin

Jimin was the type of guy who knew what he wanted. And Jimin knew what he wanted, and just what he liked. He liked your breast, big and round and soft. He loved kissing them and groping them to the point of you whining and asking for him to pay attention to other parts of your body. Well, except when his plump lips were kissing and sucking on your nipples, you never complained then. "Oh baby, I'd so much rather be home sucking on your chest right now." Jimin said and you blushed before smacking his arm making him chuckle and kiss your cheek his and coming up and groping your breast, softly teasing your nipple through your shirt. "Jimin..." You warned and he chuckled kissing your cheek. "Don't worry baby, I'll finish this later."

Taehyung

"Oh yeah, baby girl" Taehyung moaned onto your ear as he fucked you from behind making you whimper feeling his whole length inside of you. "You're so tight and warm baby, and your ass feels so great against me, " he said as he kept a steady pace of thrusting in and out of you making you pant and throb around him. "Gonna- c-cum- eek!" You squeaked and Taehyung chuckled deeply "What was that baby girl?" He smacked your ass and you gasped throwing your head back and Taehyung moaned loudly. "Fuck, I love when you ass jiggles after I smack it red." He smacked your ass again and you yelped before moaning and pressing your ass against him for more. He chuckled and gave you what you wanted, which was fucking you until you came... And hard.

Jungkook

Though Jungkook had thick thighs himself, he adored yours, he loved the way they felt around him. Whether they be around his waist as he pounded your pleasure into you or around his head as he ate you out like you were his last meal. He loved your ass as well, when you'd sit on his lap and unintentionally press against his crotch your ass was just that big. And he loved it to death. He especially loved when you danced or ran and your breasts and ass would jiggle, he'd often find himself biting his bottom as he imagined you riding him and your body moving the same way. "Grind against me baby, crush me with your thighs, " he'd beg softly as he laid between your legs gripping your thighs tightly with his hands as you rode his face. This had you whimpering and cumming faster than before.

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theharrowing · 2 years

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Collateral

Your ex-boyfriend gets in over his head working for the local mafia, and Boss Min has come to collect his payment: You.

But was it simply a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or has he always had his sights on you?

🗡️ Yoongi x Female Reader x Namjoon, Taehyung x Jungkook, Seokjin x Hoseok, Jungkook x Reader, Jimin x Seokjin x Hoseok, Members x Non-BTS Members - italics refer to relationships/situationships in member pov chapters 🗡️ word count: work in progress (currently 317k!!! wowie!!!) 🗡️ warnings: mafia au, strangers to lovers, complicated relationships graphic violence, minor character death, major character injury, poly, smut, angst, fluff, nsfw, explicit 21+ | panic attacks and ptsd, abuse (of power, drugs, people, etc.), treating humans as objects, use of “whore” & “slut”, brothel & strip club environment, gambling & casino environment, past abuse alluded to (physical and sexual), past drug use, use of drugs (weed, cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, pills), mutual pining, explicit & intense sexual content (all main characters including reader mc can be assumed to be bi/pan; everyone switches but typically mc bottoms/subs; masturbation; oral, vaginal & anal sex; multiple orgasms & overstimulation; threesomes; voyeurism & exhibitionism; squirting; daddy kink; noona kink; light sub/dom; restraints; begging & teasing; praising; light slapping & spanking; breath play; dubcon in member pov - not with mc), murder, use of weapons (switchblades, kunai knives, guns, poison, molotov cocktail); graphic depictions of torture (breaking bones, removing fingers, threatening at gunpoint); blood tending to wounds; car chase & collision; more warnings to be added!

🗡️ co-starring: members of stray kids, members of monsta x, members of big bang, shin ryujin of itzy, members of balming tiger, ahn hyejin (hwasa) of mamamoo, kim hyungseo (bibi), Christian Yu (drp ian) 🗡️ notes: welcome to my mafic fic! this story starts out kinda cheeky and lighthearted, but it gets very dark. do not take the warnings lightly! also, although i am using real city names (Seoul, Busan, etc.) i am only doing this to paint a geographical picture. none of these depictions are true to any real city and no research on them is being done. i do not want any negative descriptions of neighborhoods to be of real places because i have never been to Seoul or Busan (or any city listed), nor do i have a connection to these places, and that is not a fair thing for me to do. every place i describe is completely made up and if it resembles a real place, that is coincidence. assume all characters are in their mid-late 20s regardless of their real world ages.

🗡️ also note: although i try to keep out as much physical description as i can for the main character, i am a short and curvy person, and a lot of this is short and curvy person coded because that is an experience i enjoy writing for. if you are tall or thin and this bothers you, sorry lol. ♡ mc's hair length, color, and texture are not described outside of being sometimes pinned or braided away from the face. 🗡️ beta read by @neoneunnajimin 🗡️ posted may 2022 to present | read on ao3 🗡️ check out the playlist!

🗡️ character asks - always open! contain spoilers!

🗡️ take the uquiz: which collateral character are you?

INDEX

1: I know exactly who you are | 5.4k words

2: Be a good little wolf | 7.4k words

3: I plan to make you mine if you will let me | 7.8k words

4: You will learn | 9.2 words

5: What are you afraid of? | 10.6 words

6: Beg for me | 9.3k words

7: I have questions | 8.8k words

8: Punishments that come to those who betray us | 9k words

9: Museum, ice cream, narcotics shakedown date | 11.5k words

10: We know everything, dove | 12k words

POV: Jeongguk | 8.5k words

POV: Jimin | 9.7k words

11: Something you will have in abundance | 13.7k words

12: Loose lips sink ships | 11.6k words

POV: Seokjin | 7.2k

13: Merely offering to share what is mine | 10.9k words

POV: Hoseok | 6.8k

14: Darling, breathe | 17.9k words

POV: Taehyung | 10.9k words

15: The end of an era | 16.4k words

16: Sometimes important decisions — ones that we know we have to make — still hurt like hell | 9.2k words

17: Making someone cry is a side-effect of being in love, I'm afraid | 15.6k words

18: You, me, and our men | 17.1k words

19: The only lifestyle I have ever known | 18.6k words

20: Trapped in Limbo | 22.8k words

POV: Namjoon | 7.3k words

21: It's now or never | 19.4k words

POV: Yoongi (coming soon!)

22: I just need a chance to breathe

23: I do not want this life of death and destruction

24: Misery in your arms, but misery without you

25: This was not part of the bargain

26: Don't go insane

27: In an instant, the world has stopped spinning

28: When the nightmare ends, what kind of hell awaits us?

29: The only way out of this lifestyle is death

30: Meet me under the aurora borealis

*chapter titles may slightly change as the writing happens.

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chimivx · 2 years

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yellow. (1)

pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Female!Reader, and ot7 :)

summary: Two months out of college you've hit a dead end, until your best friend scores the job of her dreams unknowingly throwing you at the feet of your soulmate. Life is about choice, and the choice is yours to make... You just hope you're making the right ones.

words: 10.5k

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, bad relationship with parents, mentions of drinking, not too many bad things in this part, mentions of anxiety/mental health battles

a/n: HI! This is Part One?! of the ever so asked for Vegas series! I cannot believe this is actually being posted, I've been sitting on this for months. Thank you for all of the support, and the continued support, you all keep me inspired. Thank you for loving this couple as much as I do, they melt my heart.

~ July 16th 2015 ~

Laying across the end of your best friend's bed, half tangled in her comforter, you tilt your head side to side while you watch her struggle to put a simple outfit together for the new job she scored at the very last minute. Spinning in front of her mirror, ankle deep in sweaters and t-shirts, she turned to you with a pout, unamused as you yawn in response.

“You’re not helping!” Sunny’s knees buckle as she groans.

“I’m tired!” You send back her tone, making her roll her eyes. Storming back to her closet, she whisked out a knee length black dress that was topped with long sleeves and a turtle neck. Sunny stared at you, eyes wide as she shook the hanger around. Lifting your head, you sit up halfway to your elbows and shake your head, your hair falling into a mess.

“Too wintery,” You say, pulling your hair back in a scrunchy you found amidst her sheets. It had to have belonged to one of you, you’d both been sleeping in this bed for like two months now. Sunny offered her apartment to you when you finished college so you’d partially have a space to yourself, and time to get yourself on your feet. You and your ‘forced into getting’ business degree weren’t sure where you fell into life just yet, but thanks to Sunny who happily opened up hers, you were slowly finding your place… somewhere.

“You’re doing, what? Their hair? You don’t want to wear long sleeves, you’re gonna sweat, it’s mid-July,” You said.

Sunny dug around her drawers some more, tossing scarves and headbands behind her before she triumphantly jumped to her feet with a dark blue fabric rolled up into a ball in her left hand. Lips pressed together in a tight smile, your beautiful curvy best friend hurried to your side, her tight brown curls bouncing with glee on top of her head. Standing at the end of her bed, nearly on top of you she grins, perfectly white, slightly crooked teeth on full display. Admiring her beauty and how happy she looked for a second, you questioned what she was holding with a head nod.

“It’s perfect for a first day look,” Her voice is hushed, and it’s smooth as butter, the complete opposite of how she was just speaking to you.

“Lemme see!” You nod again, clapping your hands a few times to encourage her to reveal the miracle she’s discovered after gutting her closet for over an hour. Releasing the hem, a maxi dress tumbled to the floor, soft, cottony fabric that was going to hug her hips perfectly. Your jaw dropped slightly, remembering the night she wore this.

“Your first date with Marco,” You breathe, reaching out to give the dress a feel. That night you helped her get ready, you being the one to talk her into buying the dress for the date with the dashingly handsome man she had met on a job one weekend.

He was the epitome of a cookie cutter prince charming, but the sexy one from Princess and the Frog, he even had the light colored eyes.

Sunny sighs dreamily, glancing away into the unknown dramatically getting you to laugh.

“May God rest his soul,” She says, and you crinkle your brows.

“Sun, he’s not dead,” You say.

“No, he’s not, but his wife’s gonna suck the life out of him eventually,” Sunny snaps back to reality and hangs the dress on the back of her bedroom door while the two of you laugh.

“I’m honestly still mad about that,” You lay back down on the blankets, stretching your arms above your head. Sunny sat herself down in front of her vanity where she began to put on her makeup, instantly getting you to sit back up like you hadn’t laid down in the first place. You never missed a chance to watch her make faces to herself in the mirror that should only be reserved for late night rendezvous.

“Mad about what?” Tapping on moisturizer with two fingers, she seemed to have already forgotten what you’d just been talking about.

“Marrrco,” You roll the R, and she snickers, now applying strategic concealer to her already smooth, chocolate skin.

“He was a lost cause, all male stylists are,” Her voice grows quiet while she focuses, “They think with their dicks… and their mothers,” You cringe, and she nods, “Besides, he’s Italian and wanted five babies… I was not popping out five of his babies!” You grinned at her through the glass. The utmost thing you admired about Sunny, her desire and drive to stay true to who she is, and who she wants to be. You wished you had half of that drive, you let people push you around your whole life when it came to making decisions.

“…I don’t even know if I want ONE baby…” Sunny continued her rant as she moved onto foundation, carefully blending it out over her adorable apple cheeks and down her neck. Glancing away from her for a second you tap your phone to check the time. Ten o’clock on the dot.

“Did someone call me?” Sunny sat straight up once she saw your hand on a phone, then relaxed seeing it was yours, “Sorry,” She mumbled, “This job has me frazzled I think.”

“You think?” You giggle, Sunny rolling her eyes. Even halfway through her makeup she was gorgeous, making you feel a little insecure sitting here in her bed in shorts and a t-shirt you used for pajamas with your unwashed hair pulled into a messy bun that almost never looked cute. The no job, no love life, no place to live thing wasn’t exactly helping either. People told you that it took time after college, getting your shit together and finally feeling like you were living, but always having a next, to suddenly having none was disheartening.

Business wasn’t even your first choice, or your tenth. Graphic Design had your heart by the reigns, and though your parents told you with a business degree you could find a job that had a little of both mixed together, you knew their goal for you was to be desk ridden for life, married by twenty five to a good, hardworking husband with two kids by thirty, and maybe a third on the way. Much like Sunny, you weren’t even sure you wanted to pop out one. At sixteen you thought for sure by twenty two you’d have something figured out, something done, at least a job that was approved by your elders… your sixteen year old self would not have predicted twenty two year old you to be living in your friends apartment, mooching off of her, and helping her get dressed for a job she had to leave for soon.

“What’s your plan for today?” Sunny asks you, pulling you from your doom thinking. Half motivated, you shrug your shoulders.

“Was hoping I’d hear from that company I met with on Friday,” You say.

“No, I’m sorry, no,” Sunny slaps down her eyeshadow brush and turns in her chair to face you, one eye halfway done.

“What?” You ask, smiling at the unfinished look. Sunny shakes her head.

“I do not want you to work at Dunder. Fucking. Mifflin,” She exaggerates her words, tossing her head forward and back, curls going astray.

“It’s not Dun-”

“I know,” She shoots you a glare, “But it’s a paper company, and they interviewed you to be their receptionist… You have a degree!” She started speaking with her hands, meaning she meant what she was saying to her core, “If you’re going to work someplace, you need to be hired for a job you just worked your ass off for, for four years.” Glancing down at the blankets you were cuddled in, you take a deep breath. The light pink checkered pattern on the sheets almost matched the blue one on your shorts.

“It’s a paying job,” You speak quietly, knowing she wasn’t going to take it. Your best friend supported you, but she was stubborn.

“A paying job,” She deadpans, and holds for five whole seconds in which you laughed between, “What happened to the girl I knew in school? Before she went to a university she didn’t want to go to? The one who wanted to travel, and experience life? Where is she?” Sunny grilled you with her sharp, dark eyes, still half finished with shadow. She was waiting for you to answer. You simply shrug, again.

“Is she working at Dunder Mifflin?” She asks. You shake your head.

“Is she having a good time with her best friend?” She asks. You nod. She smiles.

“Does she know her best friend wants her to be happy, and wants her to follow her own goddamn heart, and take what she wants instead of what somebody else wants for her?” Sunny’s voice raises slightly, getting you to sit up taller, her words igniting something small inside of you.

“You deserve happiness, and I know somehow you’re gonna get it,” She sighs, “How long did it take me to get a gig like this? I’ve been doing bullshit jobs for years since I’ve been licensed, I should’ve broken out when I was eighteen, but no.” You listen intently, your heart starting to swell with pride for her. She had been busting her ass for years, for people who didn’t deserve it, and a boyfriend who was jack shit.

It was Sunny’s dream to make it to Hollywood, or at least someplace as big. The professional world was her goal, styling celebrities and people with big names. It’d been three years of momentum that finally set her off, and now she was about to spend the day styling and looking after a K-Pop group that was currently on tour because they had fallen short of a stylist who had gotten sick. Sunny sent a blessing to whoever it was, but thanked their weak immune system for finally giving her a job that was where she wanted to be. She’d gotten the call a couple of nights prior, the two of you celebrating with a bottle of wine on her balcony in the warm summer weather, apologizing to the neighbors who complained when the sound of the two of you singing got too loud.

“I think business school took away the badass in me,” You offer weakly with a small laugh. Sunny chuckles with a roll of her eyes.

“You’re naturally a badass,” She reassures you, “Nothing can take that away, it’s who you are."

“Finish your face, would ya,” You give her a little wave with your fingers, and she smiles before spinning back toward her mirror, “Who’s this group you have to work for?” You ask, hoping to get the topic of conversation off of you.

“B…T…S,” Sunny hesitates as she concentrates on applying a lash, “BTS,” She repeats with more confidence, “They’re gorgeous, babe.” Her head rocks back, and she lets out a groan.

“I don’t know what they look like,” You say and Sunny’s eyes nearly pop out of her head.

“You’ll die, I know you will,” She speaks like she’s wrapping things up for the night, accepting your fate, “I wish I could smuggle you in with me, UGH! I could get you laid!” Her head tilts curiously, “Though, I don’t think they do that…They seem respectful,” You watched the show she put on with a smile, it was nice to see her so excited, “Either way, I’ll sign a DNA in a heartbeat!” She starts to paint her other eye. Scrunching your face up, you narrow your eyes at her.

“A DNA?” You question, “You mean an NDA?” Sunny pauses, thinks about what you’ve told her, then nods.

“Yes, that, NDA.”

“Sunita!” You gasp, “You’d sleep with a client?”

“Not me, you, duh,” She resumes her artwork. Playfully placing a hand to your chest you gasp even louder.

“Sunita, you’d sleep with me?”

“STOP!” She giggles, “You’d sleep with one of them!”

“How many are there?” You question, raising an eyebrow.

“Seven.”

“Seven?!” Your eyes go wide.

“Mhm, plenty to choose from,” She smirks, popping her brows once. Glancing back down to your lap, you half listen as she tells you about their music, nodding along whenever it seemed appropriate.

The other half of you that wasn’t listening was thinking about how your love life had gone nonexistent once you started at your university. Sure high school had its moments, the occasional fling, but nothing ever stuck. It was incredibly difficult to find a person who would put up with, or even mirror your sarcastic, witty self. They’d grow tired of it, complain that you were too annoying, or straight up call you an asshole.

Starting at university you didn’t even bother to try, knowing how it would end before anything even started. That didn’t stop little hookups, but it did end the need and want of finding someone to be partners with, someone to share a life with. Growing up with your parents who showed little affection to one another, you weren’t under the impression you had spectacular role models for love.

“And Jimin? My lord,” Sunny closes her eyes, lifting a hand as if she’s in church on a Sunday morning. Tuning back into her chatter, you see she’s finished her makeup and has started on her hair, slicking the top down in a heavy left part, letting the natural curls fall down the back in a ponytail, though they wanted to stick straight out. Her stylist hands were magic, and once she was done her natural beauty was gently enhanced and she looked stunning.

“When are you going to get yourself ready?” She asks you, leaving her place at her bureau to start getting dressed. Flopping backward down on the duvet, you reach your hands over your head, something that sounded like a screech leaving your mouth as you feel the delicious stretch of your muscles once again. Part of you didn’t want to get up and get ready, you were perfectly content here in bed. You feel your phone vibrate beside you, one of your hands dropping to the sheets to search for it.

“I’ll get ready in a minute,” You mumble, preparing to hear her get stern with you. There’s a notification of an email from the paper company on your home screen. Nestling your eyebrows above your eyes, you unlock the screen and open the email up, your eyes scanning each line for the important parts only. Then, you see it.

“Oh, fuck,” You groan, tossing your phone aside. Sunny watches you from in front of her closet.

“What's up?” She asks. Sitting back up, you drag your hands over your face and shake your head.

“I got the job at fucking Dunder Mifflin,” You laugh after a heavy exhale, “What do I do?” Sunny, who’s underwear clad at the moment, drops her hands to her sides and shoots you a look.

“You did not just ask me that… What do you do?” She schools.

“I do what I want,” You say in a monotonous tone, getting her to smile, “I do… What I want.”

“Damn right you do,” Sunny nods, muttering her words to herself, slipping into the blue dress she would be wearing for the job and the show.

When you interviewed with this company you told your parents about it, which was a huge mistake because your mother had been calling you daily since to see if you had gotten it. You were a couple of hours away from that phone call, dreading it completely, especially now that you had a decision to make. Either you were taking this job, living miserably with happy parents, or you were declining it politely, then making something up to your parents to somehow keep them happy.

Both ways still led to a phone call, something you never went out of your way to give them.

“Hey, you okay?” An unfamiliar voice called to you. It was deep, and chilling, definitely catching your attention. Popping your head off your knees you look down the sidewalk to your left where the mystery man had spoken from, and it was imminent at first glance that you weren’t in any immediate danger.

The guy could’ve been about six feet tall, if you had to guess, with a tiny frame hidden underneath a black long sleeved shirt and dark jeans. There was bleach blonde hair peeking out from underneath the black beanie he had pulled over his head, and little black hoops hanging from his ears. He seemed to be around your age, you hoped, for no other reason than to simply feel safe around someone of the male gender while you moped on the side of a quiet street.

“Uh,” You mumble as he takes another step, taking his time getting closer to you, as if one would implode at random. He was rolling a water bottle between his hands, he must’ve been the person you saw hurry by to go into the store moments earlier, “Yeah, I’m okay,” Your tone is short, and stiff, not in anyway inviting him to come sit down beside you like some guys might think it was, but this one stops. The plastic bottle in his hand pops, an indication that he was holding onto it way too tight, making him glance down to it and grab it by the cap. Looking back up to you, he clears his throat and nods once before his lips spew out jumbles of words that sounded much, much clearer in his mind.

“I just… I heard… You were on the store- I mean! …phone, I went into the store, damn,” He creased his brows, closing his eyes, and you can’t help but smile. The hard exterior wasn’t quite matching up with what was coming out of it. Taking a breath, he opens his eyes and gestures toward the phone in your hand with his water bottle.

“It didn’t sound too good when I walked by,” He says, “I’m not being a creep, I could hear the other person yelling, figured it wasn’t good… Are you sure you’re okay?” Taking two more steps closer to you, he plants himself six feet away from you. Close enough for you to finally see his eyes underneath his hair that was pushed forward, and they were beautiful. His gentle feline features and smooth, delicate skin took you aback. You hadn’t seen pure beauty like this in… well, ever. His jumble worded-ness must’ve been contagious because you’ve caught it now.

“Oh, yeah, hah,” A nervous laugh escapes you, “My parents, you know, I had this, like, this interview with- at… at a company,” You became hyperaware of how sweaty your hands had become, holding onto your phone for dear life, begging it to not slip out of your hands now, “I’m s’posed to take it, and my parents, well, they want me to take it, and if I don’t take it, uh, they’ll… hate me? I-I think,” You’ve completely averted your eyes from his, babbling out toward the street now, missing out on how his gaze knew all too well what you were feeling. Despite your struggle to form sentences, he listened closely. Copying him from earlier, you take a deep breath, turning your chin to look up at him.

“You heard the phone call where I told them I didn’t get the job,” You say calmly, plastering a sarcastic happy smile to your lips that made him laugh. A sound so soft, yet somewhat enough to erupt butterflies in your stomach.

“Sorry to hear that,” He bobs his head, rolling his water bottle again.

“Oh, no,” You say, and he pauses, raising an eyebrow in question, “I got the job.” Silence surrounds you both for a second as he catches up to what you were implying, and once he does a smug grin appears on his face. He takes two more steps closer.

“So you aren’t lying, you really are okay?” He asks, and you nod, making him make that wonderful sound again.

“Just a girl lying to her parents who want her to be something she is not,” You shrug after you sigh, glancing at your hands for a second.

“You’re making it really hard for me to walk away,” He takes your attention back, pleased with how quickly you looked towards him at the sound of his voice. Checking the time on your phone, you still had a half hour before Sunny would be looking for you. Taking back in the sight of the mystery man who couldn’t seem to look anywhere except at you, something makes you tap the concrete next to you, inviting him to do the thing you at first didn’t want him to do. He copies you and checks the time on his Samsung from his pocket.

“I don’t mean to bother you,” He starts, but you cut him off with a wave of your hand.

“If anything I’m bothering you,” You mutter as he closes the gap and sits down about a foot away from you. He smells expensive. A light, woodsy mix of lavender floods your senses.

“I would’ve walked away minutes ago if I didn’t think your story was interesting, please, keep going,” With him this close to you now you could take in every detail. His skin wasn’t perfect, but it was smooth as silk. The dark, cat-like eyes he was blessed with were designed to be his shield, something easy to hide behind, but it felt as if you could see straight through them, and as beautiful as they were, they were tired.

He carried this thick, heavy wall around him, visible in his attire. He was hiding, whether it be from one person or the entire world, this was a guy who didn’t like to let people in, so it was humorous he’d want to keep talking.

“Okay then,” You sigh, tearing your eyes away from his, “Where was I?”

“A girl lying to her parents who want her to be someone she isn’t,” He reminds you, quite happily at that. Scoffing, you throw your head back dramatically and groan.

“I just… I never wanted to do what they wanted me to do,” Your tone has fallen quiet, “Ever since I was a kid, we all wanted two different things.”

At age five you wanted to play soccer. Instead you were stuck in ballet class pulling the bows out of your hair that were tied too tight. You put up with it for five more years until you chose to play an instrument. At age ten you wanted to play the drums. Instead you were forced into piano lessons three days a week with an annual recital that you endured for a total of three years. If you looked at a piano today the only thing you’d be able to play is Hot Cross Buns, so those three years really meant nothing. At age fourteen you fell in love with design, and all things digital.

Your high school offered programs for graphic and website design that you signed up for the same day your freshman schedule came in, but when it came time to mail it in you found your mother had erased everything you had written. At your dining room table with your mother and father, you rewrote the form, filling it in with classes that would help you excel in aspects of life that were ‘viable for your future’. Without an ounce of compassion for what you might want to do with your life, or an ounce of remorse for crossing you, your mother kissed you on the forehead and mailed in the schedule.

“Please tell me you got to take some of those classes?” The guy asks, taking a swig of his water, nearly choking on it as you shake your head, “Are you kidding me?!”

“I know,” You halfheartedly laugh, “But… I did still get to… take the classes…” He caps his water and places it on the ground between you, lowering his chin in suspicion. You wiggle your brows, and he laughs.

“I feel like I could’ve guessed that,” He shakes his head, and you gasp.

“No! I’m not predictable,” You say, mouth ajar. He sucks air in through his teeth, gazing out into the street as he shakes his head with squinted eyes.

“I hate to say this,” He teases you with his tone, “You’re predictable.”

“No!” You shout, stomping your feet on the ground in front of you, “No one has ever been able to figure me out.”

“Oh, really! So, you’re, what? Every rebellious teenage character from a nineties movie?” He paints a dumbfounded look on his porcelain skin to make you laugh aloud. You reach out a hand and shove his shoulder, pushing him away playfully.

“You know, you are one to talk,” You say, “You look like you’re cold as ice, but that’s not so true is it?” Your words wipe away his smile, making you almost regret saying them, “I mean, not in a bad way… I didn’t mean it like that, you look good, really good…” His smile starts to come back.

“What’s your name?” He asks, and you tell him. Only your first name, though, he was still a complete stranger. He smiles when he hears it, a small, content smile, and when you ask for his he hesitates for a couple seconds before giving you what you want to hear.

“D,” Is all he says. You pop a brow.

“D?” You ask, and he nods, “Like, the letter? Or like… D, E, E?”

“Like the letter,” He nods again.

“What’s it stand for?” You ask curiously, wondering if this was when his shell would start to crack. He ponders your question, eyes going wide as he looks around for an answer, but then his attention is stolen by a vibrating from his pocket. Sitting up straight, he pulls out an iPhone and groans as he reads the screen that wasn’t visible to you. Scrunching your nose, you look down to his pockets and in the back of his jeans you see the Samsung he had checked before.

“Two phones?” You question, “One for the plug and one for the hoes?” You prayed to any God somewhere that he would laugh, and he did. Sighing internally with relief, you waited patiently for him to look back at you.

“Honestly, kind of,” He admits with a chuckle, shoving his phone back in his jeans. Your stomach does a little flip in disappointment, but you weren’t aware your face would falter just the same.

“Oh, no!” D holds up his hands in defense, shaking his head, “Not literally! Shit…” He taps each phone as he tells you what they’re for, “Samsung? Work, and work. iPhone? Friends, family and everything else.”

“Oh,” You huff, feeling silly.

“Yeah,” D says with a small smile. Mustering up your confidence once more, you knew you would parting ways with this man soon, and have to admit these past fifteen minutes have been the most enjoyable fifteen minutes you’ve had in almost a month. His friends, family and everything else phone was blowing up, so you knew he’d be rushing away at any second.

“I have a question,” You say as he swipes through his screen.

“Yeah?” He asks, glancing up at you a couple of times like you’d suddenly changed appearances or something. It seemed like he didn’t want to miss anything.

“Think I can score a place in the friends, family and everything else category? It’s nice talking to you,” You say politely in hopes to secure your spot. D starts to smile, but it fades before it can even manifest. Your stomach flips again, cartwheels this time. You were about to get rejected.

“Never mind,” You blurt out nervously, “That was stupid, I guess, we don’t know each other…” You turn your head away from him, begging him with your subconscious to get up and leave so you don't have to be the one to awkwardly say goodbye.

“Look…” His tone is quiet, “I would, and I want to, but I quite literally can’t.”

“Oh god,” You mutter, feeling heat rise to your cheeks, “Don’t make up excuses, I can handle rejection, D.” A forced laugh comes out of you. Parting his lips to speak, his eyes shift over your entire being and everything in between.

“At least you can… I already said it, you’re making it really, really hard for me to walk away,” He was borderline whispering with how gently he was speaking. You look at him, meeting his unique eyes that were now full of uncertainty.

“What are you, some kind of drug lord or something?” You dig slightly, narrowing your eyes.

“No,” He laughs, “Something far more dangerous.”

“More dangerous than being in a gang?” You laugh to yourself. D smiles, then checks on his phone that was now ringing.

“Hang on, sorry,” He mumbles, then an anxious voice could be heard on the other end, “What’s up?” His voice turns deeper, more serious, “I just stepped out, that’s all… No, no, I’m fine real- J-Joon, shit, let me speak!” You watched him while he spoke, how eloquently he moved his lips and how focused he became when the other person would speak, “We have plenty of time… I think I know how to do this by now,” He glances at you and rolls his eyes, making you smile, “I get it, I get it. I’ll head back now, fuck, man, relax. Yeah, bye,” Locking his phone, he released an exasperated breath and blew a raspberry on his lips.

“Was nice talking to you, D,” You say sweetly, giving him the smallest of smirks, “Thank you, again.” D sits forward, leaning against his knees. He has his eyes locked on yours, and for a couple seconds he didn’t move.

“Yeah,” He lets out another sigh, and glances away before standing up, “Anytime,” He says quickly, knowing there wasn’t going to be another time, that this was in fact the only time to either of your dismay. He returns the small smile, and after catching on that you weren’t going to stand up as well, he gives you half a bow, takes another deep look into your eyes, then hurries down to the corner of the street where he pulls open the door of a van that had been sitting there the entire time.

Watching the van drive off, you furrow your eyebrows. Strange for someone who doesn’t do anything suspicious for a living, to get into the back of a blacked out SUV with a driver who was dressed in all black, wearing sunglasses. Maybe he actually was a part of the mafia or something and he totally helped you dodge a bullet by turning you down. He sat here and listened to your sad life story and decided he wouldn’t give you another reason to feel so down about yourself.

Believing that was nicer than feeling the disappointment of him walking away. Not many guys carried themselves like him. There wasn’t any mansplaining, there wasn’t any complaining, there wasn’t any bragging about himself. Instead there was, well, barely anything. You had to admit it was a pretty good tactic to get people to fall pretty easily, because something about him just sucked you in. Whatever he did, and whoever he was, he must’ve had a trillion women after him if that was how he always acted.

Taking a deep breath, you pull your eyes away from the road and focus back on your phone, how you started here almost a half hour ago. As if on cue, Sunny’s name pops up on your screen, big, bright, and yellow.

“‘Ello Sunshine,” You goof, but she wasn’t in the mood to goof.

“There would be an emergency like this on the one day I work for them,” Her voice is hushed, you could hear what sounded like fifty other voices in the background.

“Emergen… Sun, what? Are you okay?” Sitting up straight, you’re ready to jump to your feet.

“I’m fiiiine, it’s just, one of the members went missing, that’s all,” She whines, “I finished up with Jimin, and when I went to grab Suga, he was gone.” You squint your eyes, trying to familiarize yourself with their names for her sake.

“Are they going to try to find him?” You ask. Sunny hums for a moment.

“I think Namjoon called him, I see him coming in the room now, hang on-“ Her line is muffled, but you can still make out what they’re saying.

“Hi!” Sunny chirped happily, and you can only picture the tooth rottingly sweet smile she pulled.

“Hi, uh, sorry, I called him,” You assumed this was Namjoon speaking, “He tells me he only stepped out for a little bit, and that he’s on his way back now, I’m really sorry. Suga likes to do this, it’s not the first time we’ve lost him.”

“Oh, it’s alright,” Sunny says, “Thank you so much, I appreciate you for this.”

“JOON!” Is called out from somewhere in the back, and it makes you glance to your left where D had just been sitting. Moments ago he received a phone call asking his whereabouts, and he assured the person he had only stepped out for a second and that he would be heading back soon. The person he called, Joon.

“Sunny,” You say flatly as you wait for her to put the phone back to her ear, “Sunny… Sunny… Sunny…”

“Jimin! You’re too cute,” She had her flirty tone on today.

“Sunny… Sunny… Sunny… Sun-“

“Hi, I’m sor-“

“SUN!” You shout, your voice echoing off the walls of the street, “Do me a favor?”

“Uh, sure, uh, what?!” Her flirty tone was gone, and now in it’s place, panic, “Are you okay?”

“Describe this Suga,” You say, “Please.” Sunny waits a couple seconds in case you had anything else to add, then her description tips you over the edge, pinning everything down to the tiny detail of the thin little bracelet on his wrist. She described D.

“Funny,” You giggle, stretching your legs out in front of you. Your heart rate rose thinking about how close he still was.

“I’m confused,” Sunny says, “Oh, he’s here! I need to go.”

“Tell, Suga, I said hi,” You smile, then hang up the phone, leaving her confused and wondering if she really should.

Sunny hurries back to her chair where Yoongi planted himself and slouched down after being berated by his brothers. Mainly Namjoon, who had plenty to say about his disappearance as his makeup was being applied.

“We need to be ready in twenty minutes,” Was said as soon as Yoongi opened the dressing room door, “This is like the sixth time this tour you’ve run off. You want to leave us or something?” Though he was younger, Namjoon was the leader of the group, and essentially the glue that held them together. If someone hadn’t a clue who they were they’d probably think Namjoon was the eldest, when really the eldest was the one who scurried up beside Yoongi, pulled a chair over to sit close to him, and started to whisper with him like two high schoolers with a secret.

“He wants to leave us?” Young Jungkook asks Namjoon quietly from the couches along the wall where he was wedged between Taehyung and Jimin who were in the middle of a fistfight.

Namjoon glances in their direction, sighs slightly, then shakes his head and says, “He’s not leaving us, JK.”

“Jaaay-Kaaaay,” Hoseok bellows from the opposite side of the room as he slipped his outfit for the show on, making the youngest’s smile grow from pursed lips into a full set of impossibly perfect pearly whites. It was so big his eyes crinkled in the corners and everything.

Sunny acknowledges the rapport amongst the boys, a soft smile gracing her lips once she spies Jungkook’s. She’d only been in this room for a short amount of time, but it’s been enough to be able to tell that they care about each other immensely. Somebody was always sticking up for Jungkook who seemed to be the quiet one, somebody was always showing their appreciation for Namjoon, and somebody was always giving a compliment out like they were keeping score or something.

Standing behind Yoongi, she politely interrupts his gossip with Jin, apologizing twice as she does. Jin simply smiles, the only thing he’s been able to give her since she walked in the room, he was so starstruck by her beauty. Going over everything she was going to do with the boy who looked back at her with hollow eyes, she recognized she wasn’t going to get much of a response and let him continue his whispers with Jin. Whispers that she could now hear.

“You actually drove away this time, though,” Jin says, leaning closer over the arm of his chair that was nearly on two legs. Yoongi, who was watching Sunny work, shrugs gently so he wouldn’t disturb her.

“I get anxious in these rooms,” He mumbles, “Can’t stand it.”

“I know you do,” Jin frowns, “Did you get out of the car?”

“Yup.”

Jin’s mouth falls agape, “And did you get absolutely mobbed?”

“Do I look like I got absolutely mobbed?” Yoongi shoots him a side eye, sending his brother into a fit of giggles that triggers Sunny to giggle, instantly shying Jin. He gives her that silly grin again.

“There was barely anyone there,” Yoongi moves along with Sunny, tilting his head wherever her hands directed him.

“Ah,” Jin nodded once, “But there WAS somebody.”

“Yeah, and she wasn’t a fan,” Yoongi’s volume dropped even more, and he tapped Jin’s arm to remind him to turn his down as well.

“She was a hater?” Jin twisted his face, and scrunched his brows. Yoongi sighs, rolling his eyes.

“No, Jin. She had no idea who I was,” He says. Sunny’s ears perked up.

“Whoa.”

“I know,” Yoongi whispers, looking straight ahead when asked to, finally giving Sunny the smallest of smiles, the corners of his lips pricking up, “She was really cool.”

“You talked to her?” Jin’s arms now rested on the handles of Yoongi’s, seeming surprised that his brother would voluntarily succumb himself to interaction with another human being outside of the very small, but seemingly big world they lived and worked in.

“She wouldn’t have seen me if I didn’t say anything,” Yoongi exhales in a laugh, “She was arguing on the phone with… somebody. I wanted to make sure she was okay.” Sunny lifts her eyes to the mirror in front of her and catches Yoongi staring at his hands that were folded his lap. Arguing over the phone meant you had called your parents, or they had called you. Sunny knew you were hard headed, but you weren’t argumentative.

“Was she?” Jin asks, “Was she okay?”

“I think so,” Yoongi answers confidently, “She seems like somebody who can hold their own when the odds are against them.” Sunny smirks, catching Jin’s eye.

“How long did you talk to her?” He raises an eyebrow, focusing back on his friend instead of Sunny, whom he could admire for hours.

“Like, fifteen minutes,” Yoongi says swiftly, and Jin laughs aloud, just once, loud enough to grab Jimin’s attention away from Taehyung who was teasing him about who knows what.

“Do you know her name?” Jin’s eyes grow wide, as does his smile, and when Yoongi says your name Sunny just about drops her comb to the floor. It stutters momentarily between her fingers causing her to jump as she catches it, both of the boys looking up at her curiously.

“You okay?” Yoongi’s voice is soft toward her. Nodding, Sunny smiles, brushing away her shock.

“I’m great, sorry about that,” She takes a short breath thinking she was done speaking, “Actually,” But she was a Leo and incapable of keeping her mouth shut, “The girl that you spoke to?” Yoongi adjusted in his seat, suddenly sitting up a bit taller.

“Yeah?” He says with a gentle sigh, preparing to hang onto every word he may hear about you.

“She… says hi,” A little laugh escapes her. Slowly, Yoongi’s brows knit together. He was unsure what Sunny meant, or wondered if she was playing a cruel joke on him, not that she knew what you meant to him in this moment.

“Uh, what?” Jin finally speaks to her. Sunny smiles sheepishly, her shoulders beginning to eat her ears.

“I was just on the phone with her, she’s my best friend,” She says. Yoongi’s heart starts to beat faster, a confidence fueled tornado starts to stir in the deepest pit of his stomach. Sunny goes on to explain a bit more without exposing too many personal details, but does add that she assumes you talked to him about your parents, and he confirms with a tiny head bob.

“What are the chances,” Jin shakes his head and slumps backward in his chair in slight shock. Yoongi’s lips are slightly parted as he listens to Sunny talk about you, laughing with her like he knew you both when she mentioned the Dunder Mifflin joke she pulled earlier. He’s hanging onto every word, allowing them to swallow him whole, feeling brand new with this second chance he was given. Then, Sunny tells him you’re coming to the show, and the confidence fueled fire is snuffed out in an instant.

“Tonight?” He asks, tone back to being just above a whisper.

“Yes, she’s meeting me here as soon as I’m finished. I figured she wouldn’t be allowed back here,” Sunny resumes her work on his hair, finalizing the details, adding on the finishing touches before securing them with hairspray. Standing in front of him now, she pauses when his hand reaches up to take her wrist, and looking down at him she’s met with big, borderline puppy dog eyes. They share a second of silence, Sunny unsure of what to do.

“Bring her back here after the show,” Yoongi whispers, “Please.”

The hallways were busy, people were bustling by without a care as to where you and Sunny were headed. Holding onto her hand tight, you were looking all over, taking in faces, taking in the atmosphere that seemed chaotic yet incredibly intriguing. Every person backstage was dressed in black and had wires connected to headsets they were wearing that attached to these walkie-talkie looking things on their belts. These men and women were zoned in on their work, and looked happy to do it.

Stopping at a brown metal door with chips in the paint, Sunny pulled her ID from her little purple crossfit bag that hung at her hip and showed it to the security member who eyed you both curiously.

“She’s with me,” Sunny held up your hands. The security guard whose name tag read, Branson, glanced at you, then back to Sunny before pulling the door open. It made a creak as it opened, and led you to a long white hallway that looked like it belonged in a hospital. The lights appeared to be dimmed, but you figured that was because this venue was on the older side. Even the walls were scuffed up and written on, bringing you into the place's history and life.

This hallway was quieter with less people to push by. The big equipment was gone, the rolling black boxes on wheels no longer needed to be dodged.

Squeezing Sunny’s hand tighter, you feel your stomach flip with a nervousness. She glances back to you with a small smile, reassuring you without even having to say a word. The two of you take a left, continuing your trekking through the maze that was this concert venue.

“Sun, maybe I shouldn’t,” You say quietly to her, making her stop her feet. You bumped into her back with a giggle.

Her deep brown eyes glared at you, half laced with worry before her comforting tone asked you, “Why? What do you have to lose?”

“I don’t… I don’t know… Nothing?” You stutter in hopes to give her the right answer. A stagehand pushes by having you and Sunny step over to hug the cinderblock wall. She puts her hands on your shoulders and sighs.

“Do this for you,” She says, her expression softening, “You wanted his number hours ago, and now what? What happened between then and now?” Glancing at your shoes, you admit to yourself that she was right. Sunny was always, fucking always, right.

“He was a regular person before,” You look back up at her, shrugging, “Now he has screaming fans. He didn’t seem like…” Your voice hushes, your conscience not wanting to finish the sentence. Sunny frowns.

“Seem like what?” She asks. Your eyes follow the back of another stagehand who walks by you two, peeking over their shoulders themselves at you. They get further down the hall, pushing open a door to a dressing room that let excited voices bleed out into the hall. You suck in a deep breath.

“He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would do this, or have… groupies,” You let out a pathetic laugh at the use of the word, “You made jokes earlier about this, but if that’s what’s happening here, I don’t think I want it. He seemed so normal, and nice, and perfect, and… different. We were laughing, Sunny. Like, you and I, laughter. He thought I was funny.”

Sunny smiles as you babble on and reached down to grab your hand again.

“Come on,” She encourages, “You don’t need to be a groupie, just come say hi.”

Following the curly ponytail down the rest of the hall, you come to another stop in front of the door that stagehand disappeared into moments ago. With your heart thudding away in your chest, you take subtle deep breaths to calm down, hoping Sunny wouldn’t notice, she did, and watch as she knocks a couple of times on the metal that has a decrepit number three scrawled on it. Even with the door shut you can hear the heightened voices and the shouting coming from inside, like everybody was coming down from a high because of the show… It sounded like fun.

“Come in!” Is shouted from somewhere inside, a voice that was unrecognizable to you. Sunny peeks at you with her cheeky smirk, as she reaches for the doorknob and pushes it open.

Some more dim light leaks into the hall as the thrill in the voices gets louder, wrapping around you, the sounds themselves pulling you into the room. It was like your feet had a mind of their own behind Sunny, the energy that poured over the threshold of the concrete floor sucked you straight inside.

There were two leather couches, one of them with three boys piled on top of one another laughing at something that had been said before the door was opened. Their heads were pointing toward a tall, broad shouldered man behind them who watched them with the most beautiful smile, his eyes alight with pride as he gazed down at his friends.

On the couch opposite the pile up, there was a boy with black hair, the only one with that shade, with his feet kicked up on the cushions beside him, his ankles crossed as he laughed with the others. They were all still dressed in the last outfit they had on from their performance, though a couple of them had shed the top layer. You couldn’t imagine how hot they had to have been wearing the clothes they had to wear while they danced.

“Sunny!” One of the boys on the couch shouts as he catches a glimpse of who walked in the door, the boy wedged between the other two who were much larger than him.

In the corner, behind the couches, Jin and Yoongi were sitting in the folding chairs they used to get ready, chatting with themselves about the show, and other things, along with the stagehand who had walked into the room a few moments prior. At the shout of Sunny’s name, Yoongi feels his entire nervous system jolt. Uncrossing his leg, he quickly jumps to the edge of his chair, glancing around the stagehand stealthily to see if Sunny had brought anything with her, for him.

Jin holds back a smile as he watches his brother, the conversation they were having had ended abruptly. It was meaningless scrambles anyway, Yoongi couldn’t seem to piece any words together while acting like he wasn’t anxious to see you again.

“Hi, Jimin,” Sunny sings, and everyone could hear the smile on her lips. Your eyes darted like mad over every face in the room, the four on the couches and the one standing behind it, seeking out one of familiarity. The boys all look at you and greet you with grins, the three that were messing around got themselves in order fast.

Sunny introduces you to them all by announcing you to the room, in true grand Sunny fashion, like you were the Queen of England, or a person of importance, which made you feel even sillier than you had felt walking down the hallway.

A boy on the couch, the one with chestnut colored hair stood up after he pushed Jimin off of him, and he walked up to you holding out his hand. Wanting to shy behind Sunny’s back, you feel your cheeks heat up as you take his hand and shake it, silently thanking the old venue for the dim lighting.

“I’m V,” He gives you a small smile before he bows his head, “Did you enjoy the show?” Letting go of your hand, he takes a step backward, holding his arms out to the side as if he was gesturing at himself. You can’t help but let out a little laugh, V’s aim of the game.

“I loved it,” You nod once, biting onto your bottom lip to cool your smile off. Sunny was right, again, they were all gorgeous, it was hard not to blush.

One by one they all introduce themselves, Namjoon taking the time out to give you a long handshake and a speech full of absolute gratitude that you were able to attend the show, and then he did the exact same to Sunny, sending his thanks to immense volumes because of what she had done for them tonight.

“We cannot thank you enough, seriously,” Namjoon patted the top of her hand he was holding with his other, and Jimin giggled behind him.

“You’ve said thank you twenty times, Joon!” The red head taunts, getting a glare from the older over his shoulder.

“You know what,” Namjoon starts, but is cut off by a hand grabbing his shoulder, one with slender, knobby fingers that you could probably trace every bone of. The veins that protruded off the back of the hand went right up an arm that led you to a face you were hoping to see. Meeting his eyes, you can’t help but smile.

“Hey,” You say so quietly you aren’t sure if anyone even picked it up. D’s smile grows, just like yours until you’re both at the point where you're laughing at yourselves. Dropping his hand to his side, he messes with his shirt and gives you a once over as you do the same to him, taking in his post show appearance.

“Words,” Jin, who now moved to the couch beside Hoseok, says aloud for everyone to hear, and your cheeks flush. Someone close to him berates him, shutting him up, making the whole room fall into a chatter, but you don’t see a thing.

The D you met on the curb was standing right in front of you, in his own dressing room after performing for hours, and you couldn’t wrap your head around it. There were hundreds of people in that room screaming his name, the name of the stranger you had told the story of your parents, something you didn’t do with anyone voluntarily. Looking him up and down entirely, twice, you laugh again, looking up into his eyes.

“Are we safe here?” You ask, squinting your eyes. D’s widen as his smile falters.

“What?” He half asks before cracking a laugh, “Oh, god,” He cheeses, scrunching his face. There’s a disruptive roar beside you both, threatening to steal your attention. “Can we go out there?” He gestures to the door, both of you ignoring the snickering behind you as you leave the nuts behind. Both of you sigh with relief as the door shuts and you’re left with still air.

It’s quiet for a moment as you watch each other before you bring the joke back up, “This is more dangerous than running drugs?” You smirk, and he laughs louder than he did inside, as if you were back on the curb. Glancing to his feet, he shakes his head before looking at you intently.

“You know… some days? It is,” D cocks his head to the side. Nodding, you bring your hands in front of you to fidget with the hair tie on your wrist, D’s eyes flickering down to it for a second.

“It was a great show, I had a lot of fun,” You say, “You’re pretty good at what you do, D.”

“D,” He repeats with a dramatic sigh, laughing at himself. You narrow your eyes.

“How many names do you have?” You ask, wanting to smile amongst the curiosity, but it just teases the corners of your lips.

“Uh, two,” He answers, “Suga,” He says with an obviousness, glancing to the dressing room door, “That’s a stage name.” This one you heard this afternoon, from Sunny herself.

“What about your real name?” Your volume had lowered within these couple of minutes, as did D’s. When you ask that question, he glances down at your fingers that were now twisting the hair tie around. Your eyes don’t leave his as he picks up a hand and gently puts it underneath the hand with the fingers doing the twisting.

His hand is cool to the touch, sending a chill up into your shoulder. Your breath is caught short in your throat, and you’re sure that your eyes have given away your shock. Letting your hand, that was much smaller than his, slip into his grasp while you're breathing shifts into manual, you swallow hard and definitely know your cheeks have gone pink this time.

“Yoongi,” He says softly, looking back into your eyes, smiling, “Min Yoongi.” The sound of his actual name warms your heart.

“See, now you’re like a real person,” You say.

“Was I not a real person before?” Yoongi furrows his brows, smirking curiously.

“Course you were,” You shrug, then roll your eyes, “That’s all you were, D, shit, Yoongi, sorry,” Closing your eyes tight for a moment, both of you laugh at your fumble, “Where did D come from?” You ask him after a breath. Yoongi starts to nod slowly, his eyes diverting from yours as he ponders his response.

“Little project, thing, or whatever,” He says at the same time as he exhales, “And, I guess it was a safety, you know?”

“Yeah,” You say, completely understanding where he was coming from, “To be completely honest, I’ve never heard of you guys until today.” Biting your bottom lip, you cringe, your expression begging him for mercy. Yoongi chuckles, that sound slowly becoming one you would love to try to draw out of him at any time of the day.

“It’s okay,” He says, “To be completely honest, I’m so lucky you’ve never heard about us until today.” His thumb drags over the back of the hand that he was still holding. You’d become so invested in his eyes you had forgotten that was happening, he was holding onto your hand.

“Really?” You start to smile, something small. Yoongi nodded gently, everything about this moment in time becoming increasingly delicate.

“Totally,” He says, “But I’m sorry for catfishing you,” His chin lowers, making his eyes appear more puppydog than they were already turning, and you giggle, “That wasn’t right.”

“No,” You take a peek at your hands and feel a little flutter in your stomach, a feeling you haven’t had in a long time, “You did what you had to do, you untouchable rockstar.” It was Yoongi’s turn to narrow his eyes.

“Untouchable?” He questions, and you nod. He goes to say something again, but instead lifts your hand into your line of sight, smiling with you as your smile grows.

“You know what I mean,” You sigh, tilting your head. You're about to pull your hand away, but he keeps a decent grip on it.

“I don’t think I do,” He grills, smizing at you. The sleepiness that now haunts his eyes makes your heart swell. Once again, the exterior doesn’t match the interior. This Yoongi that was dressed like a badass, you could tell just wanted to curl up somewhere comfortable and close his eyes.

“What?” He asks, and you shake your head, “No, what?” He bounces your hand a couple of times to pull an answer out of you.

“I just… I want to know… So much about you,” You say quietly, almost a whisper, and Yoongi pauses. Your words have him stuck. “This short amount of time we’ve had isn’t enough. You know a lot about me already, it’s not fair.” He hesitates before he answers.

“There’s not much to know,” His tone is hushed.

“Doubt that, you’re an Idol,” Your tone matches his with a disbelief written in it. Yoongi pops his brows once.

“Didn’t want to be,” He mumbles, and your face twists.

“What?” You sigh, and he nods.

“I was living a life like yours, almost,” He tilts his head side to side, “Parents, you know, life just getting me down in general,” You glance to your hands, your reaction telling him that you knew about that all too well, “I had to make money, or I really wasn’t going to get past eighteen.” You turn up your chin to meet his eyes, yours now full of remorse and curiosity.

“How old are you?” You ask.

“Twenty-two,” Yoongi says, “You?”

“Twenty-two,” You say, and he gives you a small smile.

“We both made it,” He whispers. Lifting your hand in his, he brings it close to him and presses a quick, soft kiss to the top of your fingers. Your lips part in surprise, watching him as he continues to speak, “You’re strong, I can tell, I already said that to Sunny earlier today. As far as things go with your parents, you don’t owe them anything. It’s your life, you should get to decide what you do with it.”

“Damn,” You mutter, glancing away for a second, “Honestly, wish I could get on a plane with you and get out of this city,” You huff out a laugh, “That would be… ideal.” He chuckles at your choice of words.

There’s a moment of comfortable silence between you. Both of you watching one another with something in the air, a feeling, a specific feeling sucking you both under at a relentless, unapologetic pace. The longer you stand here, the more you’re begging for this moment not to end.

“Know what?” Yoongi breaks the silence by letting go of your hand. Standing up straight, placing your hands behind your back unsure of what to do, you watch him as he hurries to get his iPhone out of his back pocket. He messes around with the screen, then holds it out to you.

“No way,” You laugh, looking at him before taking the phone.

“Claim your spot,” He smiles, making you shake your head at the joke.

“Is this against the rules?” You glance up at him after typing in your number. Yoongi presses his lips together.

“Very much so, but I don’t give a fuck right now,” He says matter-of-factly, laughing straight after, “You’re too interesting to let go of. You make it too hard to walk away.”

Keeping your smile to yourself now, you finish with his phone and hand it back over to him. Behind you, the doorknob to the dressing room jiggles and you figure someone is about to come out to tell you that one of you has to leave. Though the thought of having to leave him makes you want to throw a tantrum on the floor like a toddler, you know it’s inevitable.

“Thanks for listening about my life when you were under no obligation to sit on that curb for twenty minutes,” You say. Yoongi shrugs.

“I couldn’t ignore you,” He says, “There’s… There’s something about you I just,” He pauses to laugh, then sighs, “No one has ever pulled me under this fast, nor has anyone ever made it feel this good.” An uncertainty dances in his dark eyes, one that quite possibly matches your own, and you already know what you’re both thinking about.

There’s a shout from the dressing room, right before the door is thrown open so hard it collides with the wall with a thud. Yoongi glances at it over your shoulder, giving whomever it was a cold glare. It couldn’t have been Sunny. Fixed on his feline eyes, you let your mind wander to endless possibilities, some that would be deemed incredibly inappropriate for only having just met this guy today.

He was someone you could listen to for hours, and you agreed with everything he had to say. No one has ever pulled you under this fast, nor has it ever felt this good, and you’ve barely touched him. Hell, you barely know him, you’ve just learned his real name tonight, and it’s left you insatiably desperate to know more.

Yoongi looks back down to you as the commotion behind you grows, and he takes your hand in his once more. Bringing it back to his lips, he copies his kiss in the same spot and offers you a smile, one that you return happily.

“I’ll call you,” He whispers, “I promise.”

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