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Last Christmas - MYG

Summary: Y/N and Yoongi have a deep talk during a blackout caused by the snow storm which leads to Y/N opening up about how much Jackson had affected her mentally. This makes Yoongi show her just how special she is to him and just how much he loves her.

Warnings: Fluff and smut, Y/N talks to Yoongi about how Jackson affected her, mentions of SA

AN: I know this is out after Christmas but it’s fine because I know a lot of us are still in the Christmas spirit. And the TXT comeback timeline is a bit backward here (as in Lovesong is still in the works). Also, if anyone wants to request any oneshots like this, then let me know.

“Last Christmas, I gave you my heart but the very next day you gave it away This year, to save me from tears, I’ll give it to someone special”

Since the snow day Y/N had had with Jin a few days ago, the snow had gotten worse and worse until it became a full blown storm. With Christmas day right around the corner, it was good that everyone had done their Christmas shopping, and the only panic that was going on was Jin panicking that they had forgotten food for Christmas and would not have enough, even though there was a list that he had made and got every item on and had triple checked.

But everyone else was relaxed. They were on a break from work, and they had their own recording equipment just in case they wanted to record a song on their break.

Y/N was downstairs in the dance room, working out choreography for TXT’s new comeback. It had more of a darker vibe to it, which she loved. She listened to the music as it played through the speakers. She had two dances to choreograph, but she didn’t mind doing it in her break because it was something she enjoyed.

She almost had everything down for one song apart from the last chorus. As she worked through the dance, the lights began to flicker, catching her attention. She frowned up at the ceiling after she paused the music.

“What?” She asked herself. “The bulbs were just changed, they shouldn’t be...” She trailed off as they flickered again before sputtering out. “Seriously?” She complained. “Guess I’m gonna have to cut this choreography session short.” She huffed and turned on the flashlight on her phone so she could see her water bottle so she could bring it back upstairs.

She grabbed it and made her way back to the door as she called Yoongi.

“Jagiya, what’s wrong?” He picked up on the first ring.

“The lights have gone in the dance studio again.” She said, opening the door. “And in the hallway...” She trailed off. “All the lights are out.”

“Hold on, I’m coming.” Yoongi said before hanging up the phone. A few seconds later, she heard footsteps and Yoongi appeared before her.

“No lights and no wifi.” Y/N said.

“Maybe the power has gone out?” Yoongi suggested. He walked over to Y/N and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Nothing to do but enjoy each other’s company.”

Y/N hummed and leaned up, pressing their lips together. “Cuddles?” She asked.

“I will give you all the cuddles in the world.” Yoongi reassured, taking her hand and leading her up to his room.

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There had been a comfortable silence in the room for the past half an hour. Seokjin had poked his head in about ten minutes ago to let them know that the power company had called and that the power would be out indefinitely due to the storm.

Not that the pair minded. They were enjoying just being in each other’s company. Yoongi was lying on his back with one arm behind his head and one arm around Y/N’s shoulders. Y/N was lying slightly on top of him, with her head resting on his chest. She had one arm under her head, and one arm resting on his waist, her hand gently rubbing the bare skin that was revealed from his top being pulled up.

Y/N was silently thinking to herself about how much her life had changed since last Christmas. She was so grateful for these seven boys who had come into her life and completely turned it upside down. In the best way possible.

“Thank you.” She murmured, making Yoongi look down at her in surprise.

“For what, jagiya?” He asked.

“For helping me to get better and get over Jackson.” She replied. “This time last year was so much worse than now.”

“You’re welcome, jagiya.” He said. His eyes swept over her face for a second. “Do you need to talk about what happened last year?”

Y/N knew she needed to get it off her chest. She had never fully come to terms with what had happened that night and she would just push it down and ignore it. It was like her coping mechanism.

“Yes.” She replied.

“Okay.” Yoongi pushed himself up to sit against the headboard, pulling Y/N up with him and putting her on his lap. “Talk to me.”

“Last year, Jackson threw a massive party for his work friends. And he paraded me around like his prized pony. Except it was worse than that. You know how he used to hit me with his belts. For Christmas that year, my present was a belt. Which he then proceeded to beat me with before the party. That year I wasn’t allowed to join in. But there was a reason for that. From the bedroom upstairs, I could hear that they were watching a video that sounded like some porn. They were all boys so I could understand that they would be watching porn, but then I realised...” She trailed off as Yoongi’s arms around her waist tightened.

“It was of you wasn’t it?” He asked softly. She nodded.

“He showed just how good he could fuck me off to his friends like it was some competition. Apparently they were all doing it. They all watched videos of them fucking their significant others and then they ranked them all. It was disgusting.”

“The police said that they found and destroyed pornographic tapes when they raided and searched the house. Do you think that’s what those were?” Yoongi said to attempt to put her mind at ease.

“I hope so.” She replied. “Because the fear I have that those are out there... it’s mentally draining.”

“Even if they did get out, every single copy of it would be taken down and deleted.” Yoongi said. He was silent before he spoke again. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I guess I just didn’t want that night to be real. And me talking about it would make it real.” She said.

“Ok. It’s ok. Nothing is going to happen.” Yoongi reassured her. “You are completely safe.”

“I know. Thanks to you.” Y/N said, feeling a lot lighter. “That talk made me feel a lot better.”

“That’s good, jagiya.” He said. “I love you.”

“I love you more.” Y/N replied. She moved so she was straddling Yoongi’s lap and smiled at him. “And you can’t say ‘No, I love you more’ because that’s copying.”

“Oh, it’s copying, is it?” Yoongi cocked an eyebrow at her. He moved his hands to her waist and tickled her, making her shriek out in surprise.

“Yes, copying.” She confirmed, squirming in his lap as he continued to tickle her.

“Sure, jagiya. Sure.” Yoongi’s deep voice drawled, hands coming to rest on her waist. “You know what, though?” He began to move her hips against his. “You’ve caused an issue. And you’re going to fix it.” Y/N felt how hard he was under her.

“I mean, you could fix it yourself.” Y/N said sassily. “You don’t need me to fix it for you. Looks like it was caused by you. I’m innocent, here.”

“Oh, you’re innocent, are you?” Yoongi teased, rolling them over so she was pinned underneath him. “So then why is it every time I start to fuck you, you’re always begging me for more, always begging me to fill up all of your pretty little holes.” Yoongi said, accentuating his points with hard but slow rolls of his hips.

When Y/N said nothing, just playfully glared up at him before tilting her head back and whining at the friction, he just chuckled fondly. “So pretty, aren’t you?” He complimented her, leaning down to kiss her gently. Y/N blushed and shuffled under him. “All you’re going to get is praised tonight.” He said before kissing her again.

He trailed kisses down her neck, coaxing small moans and whimpers to fall from her lips. He unbuttoned her shirt that she had changed into. It did belong to him, but it looked better on her in his opinion. He trailed kisses down her chest as he undid each button before pausing just above her panties.

“Fucking hell.” He murmured, eyes travelling up and down her body, taking in every curve. “You’re beautiful.”

Y/N blushed again and covered her face. She had worn one of her new sets that Namjoon had bought her. It was a pale pink lacy set. “Joonie bought it for me.” She whispered.

“Yeah?” He asked, nosing at her hip. “He has very good taste for what suits you.”

Y/N giggled and pulled Yoongi up to kiss her again. “Need you.” She said.

“You have me, jagiya.” Yoongi replied, kissing her passionately. Y/N moaned into the kiss as his skilled fingers rubbed her clit through her panties, the lace causing delicious friction. “Sound so pretty.” He groaned, his hips grinding against her thigh. “I was going to eat you out but I really need to feel you wrapped around me.”

“Please.” Y/N said, her hips bucking up against Yoongi’s hand. His fingers wrapped around the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs. She automatically spread them apart, waiting for Yoongi to strip his clothes and settle between them. She closed her eyes relishing in the aching throb between her leg.

“You’re so wet, jagiya.” Yoongi said as he crawled back onto the bed and settling between her legs. The feeling of the warmth of his body resting on top of hers caused her eyes to flutter open. “Ready?” He asked, leaning down to peck her lips.

“Yes.” She replied. Yoongi shifted his weight onto one arm and reached down, wrapping his hand around his cock and rubbing its head along her pussy. “Fuck, please don’t tease.” She pouted, making Yoongi chuckle and keep pushing his cock head through her folds. “Yoongi, please.” Her pout increased.

“Ok, I’m sorry, jagiya.” Yoongi said. He pressed his cock against her hole and pushed his cock inside.

Y/N let out a satisfied sigh at the feeling of his cock pushing inside her. “Feels good.” She said. “Love your cock. I love you.”

“I love you more.” Yoongi said, moving his hips. “And you can’t say ‘no, I love you more’ because that’s copying.”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully at Yoongi’s words and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Stealing my words, how could you?”

“I think I have every right considering how good I’m making you feel.” Yoongi said, with a pointed thrust of his hips. Y/N yelped in pleasure. His thumb came to a rest on top of her clit and pushed down gently before rubbing it in tight circles. “I’m not going to last much longer.” He admitted, the circles getting faster.

“Neither am I with how you’re rubbing me.” She said, arching her back and moaning out as the knot in her stomach got tighter. “Gonna cum.” She warned, her toes curling and her nerves igniting.

“We’ll cum together.” Yoongi said, his breath hitching. “God, you feel amazing.” His hips stuttered. “Okay, on three. One. Two. Three.”

As soon as the word left his mouth, the knot inside Y/N’s stomach snapped and she came all over his cock. She felt him cum as well.

“That was...” She said breathlessly.

“That was amazing.” Yoongi finished for her. He leaned down to kiss her gently. “I love you, so much.”

“I love you so much.” Y/N parroted. Yoongi moved to pull out of her, but she wrapped her legs around his waist to keep him where he was. “No. Wanna stay like this.”

“I need to get you cleaned up, jagiya.” Yoongi said, a hand stroking her side. She shook her head stubbornly and played with his hair.

“Bath after. Just wanna stay like this for a bit.” She yawned. Yoongi gave in. When would he ever deny her of this?

“Ok, jagiya. We’ll have a quick nap and then bath, deal?” He said rolling over so he was on his side, spooning her.

“Deal.” She slurred, her eyes closed. Yoongi chuckled fondly.

“Goodnight, jagiya.” He kissed the top of her head before letting himself drift off as well.

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Crystal Snow - KSJ

Summary: Seokjin and Y/N bake some gingerbread cookies together but as they are letting them cool, they realise that there is snow falling. After some time playing in the snow, the pair decide that a nice bath isn’t the only thing that is going to warm them up.

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, and some soft smut. Kinda religious stuff I guess (Seokjin likes the idea of Y/N calling him her God)

“Like snow piles up, I remember what you gave me You gave me the courage to live.”

“You look absolutely ridiculous.” Y/N giggled as she walked into the kitchen. Seokjin had texted her to come down and make gingerbread with him, so she happily obliged. But what she hadn’t expected was to see him stood in the kitchen, holding a wooden spoon and wearing a pink apron that said ‘Kiss the Cook’ all while having a pair of reindeer antlers complete with bells and baubles and ribbons on his head.

“I look amazing. You are just jealous.” He said. “You’re just boring, wearing your white hoodie and black sweatpants.”

“Well technically the hoodie isn’t mine.” She pointed out, stretching up on her tiptoes to kiss Jin.

“Ah I can see that. Because it practically hangs off you. Let me guess, it’s Hoseok’s?” He guessed. Y/N nodded.

“Well done. You can recognise his cologne.” She giggled, making Jin brandish the spoon at her.

“Yah, you little brat.” He said. “Okay, go wash your hands, and then we can make these gingerbread cookies.”

“Yes sir,” she saluted him jokingly. She walked over to the sink and washed her hands thoroughly while Jin got out all the ingredients.

Making gingerbread seemed complicated but was a lot easier than Y/N thought. After melting the butter and mixing it with the ingredients in a pan, they let it cool for a bit before rolling it out and creating the cookies.

“Did you have fun with Namjoon yesterday?” Jin asked. He was backhugging her as she washed up the things they had used and wouldn’t need to use again.

“Yes. It was really fun. I got everyone’s presents.” Y/N replied, scrubbing at the pan, where some burned sugar remained. “It’s not coming off.” She complained.

“Here, let me try.” Jin pulled on a pair of gloves and took the scourer from her. “What presents did you get?”

Y/N opened her mouth to reply but realised what he was doing. She hit him with a towel. “Hey, no, that’s cheating!” She cried, causing Jin to laugh. “I’m too smart for your tricks.” The pair were silent as they got into a routine with Jin washing the pan and trying to get the stain off while Y/N dried the clean things and put them away.

When she turned around, she noticed white stuff falling from the sky. It was snow. “It’s snowing!” She exclaimed. “Come on, last one out has to finish cleaning that pan.”

She ran upstairs to put on her coat, hat, scarf, gloves. She pulled on her new boots and ran out into the back garden. “Haha, I won!” She exclaimed as Jin raced out. He wrapped his arms around her waist and spun her around, making her laugh and scream.

“Either way I would have been cleaning that pan.” Seokjin pointed out, making her nod.

“Yup. That is correct.” She confirmed, making him set her down. He bent down and scooped up some snow before throwing it at her.

“Jin!” She yelped, taking cover behind Yoongi’s chair that he would sit in in the summer. “You’re so on, oppa!” She scooped up snow and tossed it at the older, who wasn’t able to duck in time so got a face full of snow.

“Oh, you little brat.” Jin scooped up even more snow and eventually they were having a snowball fight. When Jin was collecting more snowballs, Y/N left her hiding spot and jumped onto him, making them both fall to the floor as Jin yelled in shock.

“You scared me!” He said, turning his face to the side to glare at her lying on his back. She giggled and got off him, dusting off her clothes.

“I’m so sorry.” She said with a hint of sarcasm. Seokjin stood up and towered over her, wrapping his arms around her and keeping her still.

“I trapped you.” He said. She looked up at him, their eyes locking. “You look pretty with the snowflakes in your hair.” He said.

“Thank you.” She whispered. “You look handsome with snow in your hair too.”

“You look like an ice princess.” He said, subconsciously leaning down. Their lips connected and they kissed. It was full of love and a passion that caused something to ignite inside Y/N.

Jin’s tongue darted out to lick her lips before pushing into her mouth. She hummed into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer to him. “Inside. Go inside.” She said breathlessly. “Need you.” And she could feel just how much Jin needed her from how hard he was.

“Okay. Okay. Yes.” He said. “It will warm us up, and then we can have a nice bath after.”

“Sounds good, Jinnie.” She said as he carried her upstairs to his room, their clothes being pulled off at various points on the journey up.

He kicked open his door and set her down. They both finished undressing each other, sharing kisses and touches as they did. “Sound so pretty, sweetheart.” Jin said as she let out a soft moan at his fingers brushing over her breasts. “Can’t wait to taste you.” He whispered in her ear. “I can’t wait to bury my head in that pretty little pussy of yours and make you cum so hard that you see stars.”

“I need you so bad, Jinnie.” She whispered in his ear, arching up into his touch. He traced his fingers down her stomach down to where she needed him the most.

“What’s the magic word, sweetheart?” He asked, fingers hovering over her pussy.

“Please.” She looked up at him, giving him puppy eyes. He chuckled and leaned down to kiss her as he slid his fingers into her pussy. “Ah.” She moaned into the kiss. He crooked them inside of her and pressed against her special spot that made her feel ecstatic. “Oh my God.”

“That’s right, sweetheart. I am your God.” Seokjin said, moving his fingers faster as he moved his head down to meet them, leaving a trail of kisses and bites in his wake.

Her fingers tangled in his hair and pulled slightly as his tongue made contact with her clit, earning a groan from him. He wrapped his lips around her bundle of nerves and sucked, causing her hips to buck up at the sensation.

“Nah uh.” He said, pulling away. “Keep those hips still.” He pressed them down using a free hand. “You taste delicious, angel.” He said, slipping his tongue inside her.

“Oh God, that’s so good.” Y/N’s eyes rolled back at the feeling as her toes scrunched up.

“I think I like you called me your God.” Seokjin said as he pulled away and lifted himself back up to hover over her face. “Are you ready for your God’s cock.”

Y/N felt a wave of pleasure roll through her at Seokjin’s confidence and him calling himself her God. “Please.” She managed to get out. Seokjin hummed and leaned down to kiss her.

“Whatever my angel wants, she will get.” Seokjin obliged, filling her in one thrust. Y/N let out a long moan. “I love making you sing.” He crooned, kissing her neck and sucking.

“I... Ah... Oh.” Y/N could not get a single sentence out, making Seokjin chuckle.

“Is my cock making you feel too good?” He asked.

“Feel so good. So full. Love it.” Y/N choked out, letting out another moan as Seokjin pushed in all the way and just rolled his hips, not thrusting anymore. “So deep.” She threw her head back and moved her hand to rub at her clit.

Seokjin pushed her hand away. “I’ve got you. I can make you cum.” He said, pressing his thumb down, making her scream out. He rubbed it in tight circles, making her shudder.

“I’m close. Gonna cum. Please?” She asked.

“Cum whenever you need to.” Seokjin said, kissing her again. “Cum for your God.”

At his words, Y/N felt the knot inside her snap and her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm. “That’s it, angel. Such a good little angel.” He said. “Shit, angel.” He exclaimed. “You squirted.” He continued rolling his hips, chasing his own orgasm. “That was so hot. Covering me in your cum. Marking me as your own.”

“I didn’t know I could squirt.” Y/N said as she tried to catch her breath.

“Our little secret for now. We can surprise the others.” He said. “Show them what we did tonight and how much you cum just from me.”

“I’d like that.” Y/N moaned, feeling overstimulated. His hips stuttered and he pulled out, releasing on her stomach.

“Fuck angel.” He moaned out. He leaned down and kissed her. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” She replied. “I’m more than okay.”

“That’s good, sweetheart. Come on, I’ll run you a bath.” He said standing up and taking her hand. He led her to the bathroom that was opposite his room after wrapping her up in a robe that he found on the back of his door.

“Can we have the coconut bubbles please?” She asked, snuggling into Seokjin’s side.

“Of course, sweetheart.” Seokjin selected her desired bubble bath and poured it into the water.

“Seokjin oppa.” Y/N wrapped her arms around his waist and looked up at him while they waited for the bath to fill up.

“Yes, sweetheart?” He asked, looking down and stroking her hair.

“I love you.” She said. Seokjin smiled and leaned down to kiss her.

“I love you, too.” He said. He reached over to turn off the water. “Come on, in you get.” He kissed her cheek as he helped her out of the robe.

Once they had settled into the water, Y/N turned her head to look up at her soulmate. “What about the cookies?”

“We can finish them after, okay? We just need to roll out the dough. It’s supposed to cool anyway.” Seokjin reassured her.

“Okay.” Y/N settled against his front.

“Just relax, okay? I’ll wash you.” He said, kissing the top of her head.

“I can do it, it’s fine.”

“I want to.” He said softly. “Let me take care of you.”

“Okay.” Y/N obliged. “Thank you.”

“What for?” Seokjin asked.

“For loving me how I am and not trying to change me.”

“I will always love you sweetheart. No matter what happens.” Seokjin said. And as he said that Y/N knew it was completely true and that it was completely true for all of them.

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Santa Baby - KNJ

Summary: Namjoon and Y/N go to do some Christmas shopping and Namjoon lets Y/N have some free reign with his credit card as a treat. But when she buys something that causes things to go from soft to steamy.

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, and smut. Namjoon can’t get enough of the lingerie set Y/N bought basically

“Next year I could be just as good, if you check off my Christmas list”

“Baby...”

Y/N hummed in her sleep, cuddling into the pillow more. She had fallen asleep in Namjoon’s room after the two had watched a movie together and cuddled. There may have been a handjob and some fingering under the blanket, but that was an added plus to the night.

She felt Namjoon press kisses to her exposed cheek. “It’s time to wake up, beautiful.”

She whined and lifted her arms up with her eyes still closed. She felt Namjoon wrap his arms around her waist and lift her up, setting her on his lap. She leaned forward and rested her head on his shoulder.

“What time is it?” She asked slowly.

“Just past nine.” Namjoon replied. She hummed and inhaled his scent of faint cologne, books and leather. “Are you starting to wake up?” She nodded. He rubbed her back and kissed the top of her head. “That’s good. Do you want to shower or are you going to do that later?”

“I showered last night so I’ll do it later.” She whispered. “Remember?”

“I remember, baby.” He chuckled. “You still need to get changed though.”

“But I’m comfy.” She pointed out.

“I know, baby. I am too. But we’re going shopping tomorrow, and we can’t go in our pyjamas can we?”

“No.” Y/N agreed. She sat up slowly and looked at Namjoon through bleary eyes. “Good morning.”

“Good morning, baby.” He said, pushing her hair out of her face. “I take it you slept well?”

“Yup. I like sleeping with you. You’re nice to cuddle.” Y/N replied. She had woken up a lot more now. It was true, Namjoon was nice to cuddle. It was well known that he was tall and had muscles to die for, which meant that Y/N would be engulfed whenever he cuddled her.

“Thank you, baby.” Namjoon leaned forward and kissed her softly.

“Morning breath.” Y/N wrinkled her nose, making Namjoon chuckle, his dimples showing. She reached forward and poked one. “That dimple is illegal.” She said.

“Using my own song lyrics against me.” Namjoon feigned shock before tapping her thigh. “Okay, let’s go and get ready and then we can do some Christmas shopping for everyone. And as a treat since you’ve been so good, I will let you get whatever you want, okay?”

“Anything?” Y/N asked. Namjoon nodded.

“Anything my baby wants, she will get.” He said. “And she doesn’t have to wait until Christmas to use them.”

“Thank you, Joonie.” She said kissing him again. She slid off his lap. “Let’s get ready!”

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“Alright, baby, where to first?” Namjoon asked. Y/N looked around. She needed to buy the boys their presents and she already knew what she was going to get each of them, but it was going to be hard buying Namjoon’s.

She decided to get Taehyung’s present first. She had seen him looking at some Gucci lingerie online a few days ago but had not bought anything from it. He was probably self-restraining to see what he got for Christmas. So, she had done some looking and found the perfect thing for him. It was a bodysuit that had black floral lace on it. It would suit Tae perfectly.

“Gucci?” She asked. “I need to get TaeTae’s present.”

“What are you getting Tae?” Namjoon asked curiously.

“You’ll see.” She said as they entered the store. With the help of one of the store assistants, she located the body suit. It was even more perfect in person.

“He is going to look beautiful in that.” Namjoon murmured as she dug around in her purse to find her card. He noticed this. “Hey, I thought I was paying.”

“Not for the presents for the boys, oppa.” She said, pulling out her card and paying. “Those are the things I want to buy myself.” She did now have a job that paid decently well. She was a dance choreographer for Hybe, but she mainly worked with TXT and Enhypen. Occasionally she would work with BTS, but those times were rare because they had their own choreographers that they had been working with for years and it wouldn’t make sense to completely change up the style just so they could work with their soulmate. It also removed any distractions, especially Yoongi, who could not keep his hands off her when she wore leggings.

“Can we get another one of these in size medium, please.” Namjoon requested. The woman behind the counter nodded and disappeared to get a second bodysuit. Y/N looked up at him questioningly. “I’ll be damned if I don’t see you wearing that.” He said. “You and Tae in matching lingerie will be a sigh to behold.”

“Control your horniness, oppa.” She chided, dangling the bag off her wrist and putting away her card. “We are in public.”

“It’s kind of hard to control when you are buying lacy lingerie in front of me.” Namjoon hissed.

Y/N giggled. “Oops?” Namjoon sighed and playfully rolled his eyes. “Can we go to Chanel next? I saw the perfect jacket for Jimin.”

“Of course, baby.” Namjoon said, kissing the top of her head. “That’s where I wanted to get part of your present from as well.”

“Part of my present?” Y/N looked at him. She thought they were only getting each other one thing each.

“After everything you’ve been through this year, we decided that we wanted to thoroughly spoil you and get you whatever we wanted to.” Namjoon explained.

“But...”

“No buts, baby. You still are getting everyone one thing, though.” He said authoratively. Y/N pursed her lips and stayed quiet. These boys would find every possible excuse to spoil her and she wouldn’t ever be able to stop them.

In Chanel, Y/N bought Jimin’s jacket, which was black silk and would suit Jimin perfectly. Namjoon had gone off with another store attendant to get her present, which from the looks of things was jewellery.

A couple of hours later, they finally sat down for lunch. Y/N had got presents for everyone but Jungkook and Namjoon. For Hoseok she had got an AOI Icon black hoodie, a white t-shirt, and some bleached red jeans all from Supreme. Since she now knew that the boys were getting her more than one thing, she decided that she was also going to break the one item rule, especially because Jimin and Taehyung had quite expensive presents. She also got Hoseok a trinity ring from Cartier which was silver, gold and black. Also from Cartier, she got Taehyung a trinity bracelet that was white gold, yellow gold and rose gold.

She also got Jimin a soft knitted blanket since she knew how much he liked to wrap up in as many blankets as possible when they were watching movies together, but his blanket was getting old and ragged.

For Seokjin she had got some new cooking pans that were really high quality and she also got him a pair of rose gold orchid earrings, also from Cartier.

And for Yoongi she had got him a Fear of God Monarch sweatshirt, that she would definitlely be stealing, and a silver necklace with a lock on it from Louis Vuitton.

Namjoon had also treated her with a couple of items from each of the shops. He had bought her a white Supreme hoodie that matched the one she had bought Hoseok with the promise that he would wear it for a bit so it smelt like him. From Cartier, he had got her a pair of trinity earrings that were diamond encrusted. From Fear of God he got her a sweatshirt that he was going to give to Jungkook to wear and then she was going to have it back. And from Louis Vuitton, he got her a small leather backpack.

“What can I get for you today?” A waiter came over to the table. He smiled warmly at Y/N before dropping the smile when he looked at Namjoon.

Namjoon clenched his jaw and cleared his throat before looking over the menu once more. ��We’ll get the afternoon tea to share, and two portions of the coconut mochi.” He said before closing the menu and handing it to the waiter.

“And anything for the pretty lady?” The waiter asked, making Y/N shift in discomfort, which Namjoon noticed.

“I’m going to kindly ask you to not speak to my girlfriend like that.” Namjoon said, trying to keep himself calm. “Unless you want to be done for harassment.”

“I’m sorry, sir. I did not think.” The waiter said quickly, the threat that Namjoon had given clearly hitting too close to home. “I will go and get your order.”

Namjoon nodded tightly, his jaw still clenched. “I would also like to request another waiter, please. You’ve made my girl uncomfortable and I don’t want that happening to her.”

“Of course, sir.” The waiter disappeared.

“Thank you, Joonie.” Y/N said quietly. He grabbed hold of her hand and stroked the back of it with her thumb.

“He was making you uncomfortable and that’s not right.” Namjoon pointed out. “Nobody should make you feel uncomfortable. If they do, you come and tell me straight away.”

“I’ll always tell you.” Y/N said. A waitress came over to the table with their items.

“Here is your food and drinks. I’m so sorry about the previous waiter, I promise it will never happen again.” She said to the pair.

Namjoon nodded and smiled, his dimples showing. “Thank you so much.”

“Enjoy your meal.” The waitress bowed and walked away.

“Smile baby.” Namjoon pulled out his phone to take some pictures of Y/N. “My beautiful lunch date.”

“Stopppp.” Y/N whined, hiding her face.

“Aigoo, so cute.” Namjoon cooed, still taking pictures of her.

“Joonie oppa.” Y/N removed her hands from her face to playfully glare at Namjoon.

“Just one smile, baby, please. For me.” Namjoon begged, making Y/N roll her eyes and smile for Namjoon. “Absolutely beautiful.” Namjoon said as he looked at the photos he had taken.

Y/N pulled out her phone and took some photos of Namjoon without him realising. They were of him smiling down at his phone.

“So handsome.” Y/N said, making him look up at her, still smiling. “Got it!” She took a picture of him. “Perfect.”

“You’re perfect, baby.” Namjoon said. Y/N blushed and took a sip from her tea.

“Thank you, oppa.” She whispered.

Namjoon reached forward and grabbed one of the sandwiches. “Any time, baby. Now eat up. We’ve still got shops to go to, and you’re going to need your energy.”

Y/N reached forward and grabbed a smoked salmon and cream cheese sandwich. “This place is so cute. I love it here.”

“I know.” Namjoon was silent for a second. “You know what, this can be our place where we go on our more casual dates.”

“I’d like that.” Y/N smiled. “Just me and you.”

“I love you, baby.” Namjoon said, taking another sandwich from the tray in front of them.

“I love you, oppa.” Y/N replied, picking up one of the mochi.

“You love mochi, don’t you?” He chuckled. Y/N nodded, her mouth full. “Cute.”

“Try one, they’re so good.” She said after she swallowed. She thrust one into Namjoon’s face.

“Okay, baby.” He opened his mouth and allowed her to feed him.

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“Last shop.” Y/N announced as they reached the lingerie store. They had gone to Balenciaga, where Y/N had bought a pair of black lace-up boots with white chunky soles for Jungkook, which Namjoon had got a pair for her in white. They then stopped in Prada, where she had bought a knitted cashmere hoodie for Namjoon. Namjoon had bought her another gift from Prada as well. They also stopped at the bookstore where she had got Namjoon some new philosophical books, and Namjoon had treated her to some new fantasy and romance books, with the promise of a reading date and a picnic when it was warmer.

“Are you planning to get something for Tae here?” Namjoon asked.

Y/N turned and smiled at him slyly. “Nope.” She said. “This is all gonna be for me.”

“All of it?”

“Every single one.” She whispered in his ear. “And you never know, I could give you a fashion show when we get back.”

Namjoon groaned. “There’s no could about that. You are giving me a fashion show and then I’m gonna fuck you nice and hard.” He said in her ear. Y/N let out a shaky breath and pressed her thighs together.

“Yes, Daddy.” She smirked before disappearing into the store.

“Fucking hell.” Namjoon muttered under his breath before following her inside.

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“Are you ready for the show, Daddy?” Y/N asked from the adjoining bathroom to Namjoon’s bedroom.

Namjoon sat up immediately, his feet braced on the floor. He was sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m always ready for you, baby.” He was already hard in his pants, but it wasn’t unbearable. “How many do you have to show me?”

“Around six.” Y/N called back.

“Ok, come on out then, kitten.” Namjoon said. He had his eyes trained on the door, waiting with baited breath for her to come out. The first outfit was a red corset style top with matching red panties.

“I’ve left the most scandalous for last.” She said, stopping in front of Namjoon and posing with her hands on her hips.

“Let me see the back.” He said, his mouth dry. She looked stunning. The panties framed her ass perfectly.

“You look stunning, kitten.” Namjoon said. “Let’s see the next one.”

Each one got more and more scandalous. Next was an open-back lacy black babydoll style top with a pink bow and a cute little skirt attached, which had matching black panties. Then she came out wearing a one piece that was mesh and see through with lacy detail on the cups and shiny straps that had crystals on them.

The next few gave Namjoon a small heart attack when she showed them to him. The first was a blue lace one piece that was basically just strings in the back holding it together. It basically only covered the front of her. The next one was a similar style but had even less fabric in the front and it was an aqua colour. But it was the final one that made Namjoon the hardest he had ever been.

It was pretty much just bands that covered her up. Red bands that left little to the imagination.

“Look at you, kitten.” Namjoon pulled her onto his lap. “Dressed up so pretty for Daddy.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” She said, a smile on her face. One of the things that Namjoon loved the most about Y/N was that while she had a praise kink, they also found out that she had a slight degradation kink once she had fully recovered from the trauma Jackson had evoked on her.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for Daddy?” He asked, trailing his fingers up and down her sides.

“I’m always Daddy’s good girl.” She said sassily. “But tonight, I wanna be Daddy’s little slut.”

“Well you certainly look like a little slut.” Namjoon said. “Alright, get on the bed with your ass up because I don’t remember giving you permission to buy all these slutty outfits.”

“But you said I could buy whatever I wanted, Daddy.” She purred, not getting off his lap, but instead grinding down on his lap. “And you’re already so hard. Let me help you.”

“Excuse me, kitten, but are you disobeying me?” Namjoon tightened his grip on her hips, making her stop moving. “I won’t repeat myself again. On the bed. Ass up. Face down. Am I clear?”

“Are you gonna spank me, Daddy? Make me even more wet?” She asked, getting off his lap and positioning herself on the bed.

“You’re getting 10 spanks, little whore. And then you’re going to take my cock in your slutty little mouth if you can handle that.”

Namjoon knelt on the bed behind her and ran a hand over her exposed ass. “This can’t even be classed as clothes. It’s just red bands that cover you up.”

“I bought it just for you Daddy. I knew you’d like it.”

“You look absolutely stunning in it, baby, but since you’ve been acting like a little brat who is just desperate for my cock, isn’t that right?” He said. “Nothing like my good little girl. She’s been replaced by some cock-hungry whore.”

Y/N let out a moan and wiggled her ass, desperate for some friction.

“Count, you needy slut.” He spanked her 10 times, each time she counted and thanked him.

Namjoon looked at his handiwork and smiled. Her ass was all red. “So pretty for me.” He said. “Now, I would rip this off you, but since you’ve just got it, I’m going to let you take it off and not let it get ruined. Because I know for a fact your Sir and Master and Oppa would love to see you in it.”

“Please I need your cock, Daddy.” She said after she’d taken off the lingerie.

“Beg for it. Beg for me to fuck your mouth, even though you don’t deserve it.” Namjoon ordered.

“Please, Daddy. I need your cock to make me into a good girl. I want it in my mouth so bad. I need to taste you.” She begged. “Please.”

“Get on your knees.” Namjoon ordered. He pulled off his shirt and trousers and boxers. He knelt in front of Y/N and cupped her cheek. “Colour, baby?”

“I’m green.” She replied. “I would like a kiss though.”

Namjoon leaned forward and connected their lips. “Good girl.” He said. “Now, suck.” He shoved her head down to his cock. He groaned as her wet mouth engulfed his tip and sucked. “Look up at me.” Their eyes met as he pushed his cock further into her mouth. She gagged slightly before controlling the reflex.

“Such a good girl, taking my entire cock in your mouth.” Namjoon praised. She moaned, the sound vibrating down his shaft. He moved his hips, causing small, wet sounds to come from her throat as he fucked it.

After a few more minutes, he pulled her off. “Lie down.” He ordered. She did so, wiping the spit off her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Colour, baby?”

“Green, Daddy.” Y/N’s voice was slightly scratchy.

“Are you sure, baby? I can be less harsh?” Namjoon wasn’t entirely convinced by Y/N’s answer.

“Is that okay, Joonie? Just wanna be us, nothing else.” Y/N admitted.

Namjoon hummed and settled over her. “Of course we can, baby.” He said, looking down at her lovingly. “Just us.”

“Just us.” Y/N repeated, leaning up to kiss him. Namjoon trailed a hand down her body, fingers brushing over her nipples, causing gasps and small moans to fall from her lips. “Please, please, please.” She pleaded.

Namjoon hushed her as he trailed kisses down her neck. “I’ve got you. It’s okay. I’m going to give you what you want.” He reassured her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He moved his fingers down to her pussy and moved them up and down before pressing two inside of her.

“You’re soaked baby. So ready for me, hm?” He asked.

“Yes, please. I need you.” She said.

“You’ve got me. You have all of me.” Namjoon said, positioning the head of his cock at her entrance.

“Oh, fuck.” She moaned out as he pushed inside. She was tight and warm.

“You feel so good, baby. You always do.” Namjoon said, moving his hips slowly, coaxing small moans out of her every now and then.

“So good, so good.” She moaned, letting out a whine as Namjoon rubbed his thumb over her clit. He moved his head up from her neck to kiss her.

“I know baby. You like feeling good, don’t you?” He asked. Y/N moaned and nodded, getting tigher around her.

“I’m close.” She said.

“I know, baby. So am I.” Namjoon said. He moaned as he felt the knot in his stomach getting tighter. “Cum whenever you want, baby. I’ve got you.”

Y/N moaned and pressed up into his thumb as she let go. Her legs shook and her back arched as moan after moan fell from her pretty lips. Namjoon was close behind, his hips stuttering and eventually stilling as he spilled into her.

“Thank you, Joonie.” She whispered, kissing him gently. He slowly pulled out of her and rolled off her, pulling her close.

“You don’t need to thank me, baby.” He said.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Now get some sleep, you’ve had a long day.” He said, kissing the top of her forehead. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

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Chapter 3

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Jimin and Yoongi were riding bicycles, with Jimin in the lead. They went along the country road towards the town of Crema and its bank.

The day was already hot. Jimin’s shirt was sticking to his back and he could feel his shorts getting warmer by the second.

The countryside shone under the soft sunlight of the Po Valley.

Their stop at the bank was actually quite quick. Jimin had waited outside while Yoongi had gone in. He could never get used to the sight of Yoongi walking away from him.

The two were sat at the little café in the town square that had iron chairs and tables, drinking coffee. Yoongi examined the bank application forms, then folded them up and put them in his knapsack. He looked around the almost empty square.

“What does one do around here?” Yoongi asked.

Jimin took a sip of his coffee. How Tae did not like this stuff, he did not know. “Nothing.” He replied. “Wait for summer to end.”

“What do you do in the winter, then?” Yoongi asked. Before Jimin could answer, he continued to speak. “Don’t tell me: wait for summer, right?”

“We come here only for Christmas and some other vacation…” Jimin trailed off.

“Christmas?”

“And Easter too. We are Jewish, Korean, German, Italian… somewhat atypical. Besides my family you are probably the only other Jew who has set foot in this town.”

“I am from a small town in Daegu. I know what its like to be the odd Jew out.” Yoongi paused. “And what else do you do here in summer, besides this?” Jimin smiled and said nothing. They both laughed. “What do you do?”

“Transcribe music. Read books. Swim at the river. Go out at night.” Jimin replied.

Yoongi took this in, his eyes hidden by dark sunglasses as he gathered up his things, cutting their conversation off. They silently reclaimed their bikes.

Yoongi seemed to be miles away, but as Jimin was getting on his bike, he lost balance for a moment and Yoongi put his arm around his shoulder steadying him.

He then sped off, saying “Later”, leaving Jimin on his own.

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Jaehyun was attempting to devise a new filing system for his correspondence. His office was a bit of a mess; there were packs of letters lying about and open boxes with more letters.

Yoongi was helping him and Jimin was with them.

Minjung entered carrying a little tray with a pitcher of more apricot juice which she poured out into glasses. Everyone had some. Yoongi downed his in a gulp. He smacked his lips, and said “Ah!”

Minjung looked at him amused. Jimin looked at his father, already knowing what he was about to say.

“The word apricot comes from the Arabic – it’s like the words ‘algebra’, ‘alchemy’, and ‘alcohol’. It derives from an Arabic noun combined with the Arabic article ‘al-’ before it. The origin of our Italian ‘albicocca’ was ‘albarquq’…” Jaehyun paused to drawn breath, then continued, warming to his subject. “It’s amazing that today in Israel and many Arab countries the fruit is referred to by a totally different name: ‘mishmish’.”

Through all of this, Yoongi had been listening carefully. Jimin knew what his father was doing and Yoongi was about to fall right into his trap.

“I beg to differ.” Yoongi inputted.

“Ah?” Jaehyun seemed to have his interest piqued.

“The word is not actually an Arabic word.”

“How so?”

Jimin and Minjung listened carefully. They had seen all this happening in the past.

“It’s a long story, so bear with me, Pro.” Yoongi began. “Many Latin words are derived from the Greek. In the case of ‘apricot’, however, it’s the other way around.” He threw a quick, amused look at Jimin. “Here the Greek takes over from Latin. The Latin word was praecoquum, from pre-coquere, pre-cook, to ripen early, as in precocious, meaning premature. The Byzantines – to go on – borrowed praecox, and it became prekokkia or berikokki, which is finally how the Arabs must have inherited it as al-barquq.” There was a moment of silence. Jimin and Minjung looked at Jaehyun. Yoongi continued. “Courtesy Philology 101.”

Jaehyun was bemused. “Passes with flying colours.”

Minjung, unable to resist, started laughin.

Jimin turned to Yoongi. “He does this every year…”

Yoongi smiled, shaking his head.

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Jimin took Yoongi into the local town later in the day just to get out of the house and to also spend some time alone with him. Yes, he obviously had ulterior motives. Who wouldn’t with someone who looked the way Yoongi did?

They were walking down the street when Yoongi stepped into a small bar. Some men were sitting at two of the tables with playing cards. The place was lively with waiters bringing coffee and other drinks to the customers.

Some of the men looked up and nodded at Yoongi, seeming to know him. Jimin was taken by surprise. How did they know him? A small curl of jealousy flared inside him, making Jimin shake his head and scold himself internally. Not yet. It was way too early to be acting like this. Yoongi sat down at one of the tables where a game was starting.

“How do you know this place?” Jimin asked.

Yoongi winked, causing Jimin’s heart to skip a beat as he pulled up a chair and sat, spectating the game.

The cards were dealt. Yoongi, accepted at once, treated his fellow players as equals, which Jimin found admirable. Despite being a rich intellectual, a guest at the villa of one of the area’s richest men, he was still down to earth and humbled. Jimin internally sighed feeling himself beginning to fall.

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We Are Bulletproof Pt. 2

Part 15 of the Boys with Luv series

Pairing: Reader x BTS, BTS x BTS

Summary: The members help Y/N through her recovery

Warnings: Mentions of rape, self-harm and suicidal thoughts, domestic abuse, kidnapping, PTSD flashbacks

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AN: This is going to be quite a sensitive chapter, containing topics that could trigger some people. Please proceed with care. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist and what you think of the series so far :) I purple you guys!

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“Hyunjin?” Y/N called from her bed. It had been four days since she had been discharged from the hospital into the care of her younger brother and it had been over a week since she had seen her soulmates. Hyunjin had not allowed them to see her as he was convinced they had ulterior motives with her since they had allowed Jackson to kidnap her. He had gone as far to tell the doctors of the hospital that he was not comfortable with any information regarding Y/N’s wellbeing to be shared with them and had stationed Changbin outside the door to stop them entering the hospital room.

“Yes, noona?” Hyunjin popped his head around the door. He was holding a tray with some juk. Y/N wrinkled her nose. The rice porridge was the only thing she had been given to eat since she had come home. It was becoming quite boring.

“You do realise I am allowed to move around, right?” She reminded him, wanting to see something else other than the four walls of her childhood bedroom.

“You do realise you are recovering from major surgery?” Hyunjin raised his eyebrows as he set the tray down on her desk. He leaned against it, one of his legs crossed over the other.

“I’ve got about a week of recovery left. They discharged me for a reason, Hyunnie.”

“I just want to be sure you’re okay, noona. You’ve been through a lot and I’m not entirely sure you’ve fully processed it yet.” Y/N was silent. Yes, there had been nightmares were she was back in that room, tied to the bed while Jackson raped her. But there had also been the dreams that were good. Dreams were she had been spending time with her brother, and with her soulmates. But she knew that she would not be able to have a physical relationship with the boys for a while considering what had happened to her. They would just have to take it slow, which was why she was slightly grateful that Hyunjin wasn’t allowing them to see her. Less chance of a mental breakdown over a hug or a kiss.

It had taken almost a week for Hyunjin to be able to hold her hand and hug her. The first time he had done it she had screamed and cried until the doctor relaxed her with a sedative. But she still longed for her soulmates presence.

“Please, Hyunnie, let me see them.” She pleaded. “You can be there in the room as well as any of the boys you want to be there. I just need to see them.”

Hyunjin sighed and moved over to the bed, sitting down. “I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, noona. What if you have a panic attack over them trying to kiss you?”

“I have you here to calm me down, don’t I?” Y/N reminded him. “And besides, I’ll do my management techniques that my therapist taught me. He can’t hurt me anymore. I just need to remember that.”

Hyunjin leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Okay. Fine. You text them and tell them to come over in an hour or so and I’ll get Changbin hyung and Chan hyung to come over as well. And maybe Lee Know hyung.”

“Okay, Hyunnie. Thank you.” Y/N smiled at her brother and ruffled his hair. Hyunjin stood up and handed her the food.

“Eat up.” He set the tray on her lap. “I’ll be back in twenty minutes or so to see how you’re getting on.” He left the room, closing the door behind him.

Y/N looked down at the juk and sighed. “Why is it always this?” She whined before beginning to eat.

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An hour later, Y/N was propped up against the headboard of her bed with many pillows surrounding her and one of Hyunjin’s hoodies on.

“Noonaaaa!” Changbin said excitedly as he entered the room followed by Chan and Lee Know.

“Hi, noona!” Lee Know waved as he sat on her desk chair. Chan stood behind him, leaning against the wall.

“Hi, Y/Nie.” He smiled. “Are you feeling better?”

“Yes I am, thank you Chan oppa.” Y/N replied. “How’s being idols now?”

“It’s good.” Lee Know said. “Fun.”

“That’s good.” Y/N said. “I’ve listened to your guys stuff, it’s really good.”

“Thank you.” Changbin said. He was sat on Y/N’s windowsill seat where she used to sit and read when she was younger.

There was a comfortable silence for a while before Y/N heard several sets of footsteps on the stairs.

“They’re here!” She exclaimed excitedly. Hyunjin walked into her room, shutting the door behind him. She frowned at him and tilted her head.

“Are you completely sure you can handle this?” He asked.

“Yes, Hyunjin. I’m sure. And if I need you, you’re next door. I’ll text you or something.” She reassured him. “So, you four, out. Let me see my boys.”

“If anything happens, anything at all, just let us know. We are right next door.” Hyunjin said as the four of them left the room.

“I know, Hyunnie.” Y/N nodded. She took a deep breath to steady herself and calm herself down. There was a soft knock on the door. She cleared her throat. “Come in.”

“Baby girl!” Her Hobi was there with a huge smile on his face.

“Hobi!” He came into her room and gently made his way over to her. “Where are the rest of you?”

“We’re going to come in one at a time to let you adjust and everything. We want to make you feel as comfortable as possible.” Hoseok explained, kneeling down next to her bed. “How are you?”

Y/N reached out her hand which Hoseok took. She had missed feeling him. “I’m okay. Healing slowly but I’m okay.”

“That’s amazing, baby girl. I’m so proud of you for getting this far.” Hoseok said.

“I missed you.” Y/N felt tears prick her eyes.

“I missed you too, baby girl.” Hoseok’s eyes looked all over her face, softening even more. “Oh, please, don’t cry, baby girl. It’s okay.” Y/N sniffled and grabbed a tissue to wipe her eyes. Hoseok watched her for a few seconds before he spoke again. “Can I hug you?”

He’s not Jackson. Not Jackson. This is Hoseok. Jackson can’t hurt me anymore. She reminded herself.

“Please.” She said. Hoseok stood up and climbed onto her bed, pulling her into his arms.

“There we go.” He said as he maneuvered them gently into a comfortable position. Y/N burst into tears again having missed this feeling so much. “It’s okay, baby girl. I’ve got you. I’m here.” He played with her hair and stroked her back.

“I needed this.” She whispered, her voicy croaky from the tears.

“I know, baby girl. I know.” Hoseok’s voice was soft. “I needed this too.”

There was a knock at the door. Y/N looked up from her spot on Hoseok’s chest and saw that Seokjin was stood in the doorway.

“Oh, sweetheart.” His face filled with sympathy when he saw her crying. “What’s wrong?”

“They’re happy tears, Jin oppa.” Y/N sniffled. “I didn’t realise how much I had missed you until I saw you.”

“I missed you too, sweetheart. So much.” Seokjin took hold of her hand and rubbed the back of it. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay.” Y/N said. “I’m not a hundred percent where I was before yet, but I’m getting there.”

“I’m so glad you’re okay.” Jin said. “Can I join the cuddle?” Y/N nodded and Hoseok lifted her up slightly and rolled onto his back so Jin could lie next to them. He then placed her on both of their chests so she was lying kind of in between them on her side with Hobi behind her and Jin in front of her. They were both holding hands on her hip.

“Hi,” Y/N whispered. She was quite close to Jin’s face.

“Hi sweetheart.” Jin said reaching up to push some hair out of her face. “You’re so beautiful.”

“You are, baby girl.” Hoseok agreed. Y/N blushed and hid her face in Jin’s shoulder, causing the pair of them to chuckle.

“You definitely are the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen, baby.” Came a voice from the door.

“Joonie oppa?” She lifted her head up and saw Namjoon stood with a huge smile on his face, showing his dimples.

“Hello, beautiful baby. How have you been?” Namjoon stood awkwardly by the edge of the bed not really sure what to do.

“I’ve been better, if I’m being totally honest. But I’m getting there.” Y/N replied.

“That’s good, baby. We will all help you get to where you need to be.” Joon said.

“Join the cuddle!” Hoseok said happily.

“Ok, hyungs move up and go on your sides.” Namjoon instructed. “And then I’m gonna lie in the middle with our pretty little baby in my arms because I’ve missed her so much.”

“I missed you too.” Y/N smiled, moving to let Namjoon lie down. Once he was comfortable she carefully laid down on top of him. She had gotten her stitches out and the wound had healed but it still hurt a little bit if she moved too quickly, and she still had the fear she would somehow rip it open.

“Cuddles without me?” Jimin’s voice rang across the room. Y/N could picture the pout on his face. She looked over at him. Yup, there it was.

“You’re cute, Jiminie.” Y/N cooed, making him smile at her.

“Not as cute as you, though.”

Y/N opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by the others agreeing with him and not allowing her to say otherwise.

“Are you okay? I was so scared.” Jimin asked, crawling onto the bed and lying next to her on top of Hoseok, who let out a small grunt when Jimin flopped onto him.

“I’m okay. Getting better, Min. I’m not completely there yet, but I will be.” Y/N promised, making Jimin nod in understanding. He reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist.

“I’m glad you’re back in my arms, princess.” He said softly.

“I’m glad too, Min.” Y/N said, staring into his eyes.

“Baby bear!” Taehyung exclaimed, bounding into the room.

“TaeTae!” Y/N smiled, sitting up, her legs on either side of Namjoon’s stomach. She opened her arms and made grabby hands at him. Tae climbed on Jin and hugged Y/N tight. She heard him inhale deeply on the top of her head.

“You’re okay. That’s so good. I’m proud.” Taehyung said, his deep voice rumbling through Y/N’s body.

“Yeah, I’m getting there. Still a bit jumpy.” Y/N explained, making Tae hum in understanding.

“I get that, darling. I understand.” Tae said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. He froze. “I’m sorry if that was too far.”

“It’s fine, Tae. Honestly. It’s okay. I’m okay.” Y/N reassured him. He pulled away and looked her in the eye to make sure she was comfortable.

“Okay, baby bear. Okay.” Taehyung settled down on top of Jin, who groaned as he shifted his weight along Jin’s stomach.

“Tae, I love you, but ow.” Jin complained.

“Love you too, hyung.” Tae leaned up and kissed Jin’s lips. “Yoongi hyung said to let you know that he thought it would be best if he and Jungkook were alone with Y/N.”

“Why?” Y/N was confused. She tilted her head to side and glanced at the boys in front of her.

“It’s easier to let him explain, baby.” Namjoon said, sitting up. Y/N slid into his lap.

“Is it bad?” Y/N chewed on her lip.

“It’s okay, baby girl. They’re both okay. They just both really, really missed you.” Hoseok replied, reassuring her.

Taehyung and Jimin clambered off the bed after sandwiching her between kisses to her cheeks. Jin followed with a kiss to the top of her head, with Hobi close on his heels, leaving a kiss to Y/N’s nose.

“It will be okay, baby. I promise. Some things happened while you were gone, which they want to talk to you about. But I promise you, it’s okay.” Namjoon said. Y/N nodded and got off Namjoon’s lap.

He kissed her forehead after he got off the bed. “I’ll see you later?”

“Of course, baby.” He said. “We’ll all go home and watch a movie or something.”

“Okay.” Y/N nodded, watching Namjoon’s retreating figure make his way out of the room and into the hallway.

“Jagiya? Can I come in?” At the sound of his voice, Y/N eyes filled with tears. She had missed all of the boys, but Yoongi was her first soulmate. They had a special connection that none of the others had.

“Yoonie.” Her voice cracked as she spoke. She got up from the bed and ran into his arms.

“Jagi. Oh, my God. Y/N.” Yoongi murmured into her hair, walking them into the room. “You’re okay. You’re okay.”

“I’m okay.” Y/N confirmed. “Still a bit jumpy at certain things and have slight PTSD, but I’m okay.”

“That’s okay, jagiya. Fucking hell I missed you.” He pulled away and studied her face. “You’ve gotten even more beautiful.” He whispered, a hand coming up to cup her cheek. “So pretty.”

“I missed you, Yoon.” Y/N said, rubbing his shoulder.

“I missed you more.” He said. Y/N looked up at him, taking in his cat-like eyes that pierced into her soul every time they looked at each other. His eyes dipped down to her lips. He paused and cleared his throat. “Can I...?”

Y/N hesitated. Jackson had never actually kissed her the entire time she was there, so she should be fine. And she wanted him to. That meant something, surely. Her body was telling her to, so she would be fine.

“Yes.” She breathed. Yoongi leaned down and connected their lips together.

Y/N waited with baited breath, unsure of what was about to happen.

And then she felt it.

The fireworks.

Sparking and bursting inside her stomach. She smiled into the kiss, her hands coming up to curl into the hairs at the base of Yoongi’s neck.

They both pulled away breathless. Yoongi was smiling lovingly at her, trying to catch his breath.

“Fuck.” He murmured, a hand stroking her cheek. “Okay.” He cleared his throat. “There’s something you need to know.”

“What do you mean?” Y/N’s heart filled with dread. “What happened?” Yoongi was silent, looking down at his fingers. “Yoongi. Tell me.” She demanded.

“The night you were taken something happened between me and Jungkook.” He began. Y/N’s heart stopped. Had they broken up? Had Jungkook left them?

“Where is he?” She asked, needing to see him. “Is everything okay?”

“It’s not good, jagiya.” Yoongi had tears in his eyes. “He-” His breath hitched in his throat and he started to cry. “It’s all my fault.”

“What’s your fault? What happened?” Y/N asked, wrapping her arms around him. “Yoongi? Where is he? You’re scaring me.” Yoongi buried his head in her shoulder and kept saying he was sorry. “Yoongi, love, please tell me what happened.”

Yoongi took a deep breath to calm himself. “The night you were taken, Jungkook and I got into an argument. I told him that Jackson taking you was his fault and that caused him to hurt himself.”

“Fuck.” Y/N was shocked. She never thought Yoongi would be like that. “Why would you say that to him?”

“I was upset and angry and scared and I wasn’t in my right mind.” Yoongi explained. “I thought you were going to die. You said you would kill yourself if he ever took you again and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to live without you.”

“Yoongi...” Y/N was still slightly angry at him for exploding at Jungkook like that, but she could understand where he was coming from. “I’m okay. I’m here. Just please, don’t ever do that again. Stuff like that it’s... damaging.”

“I know. There’s only two things I regret in my life. Hurting him like that and allowing Jackson to get close to you.” Yoongi said.

“I want to see him.” She said. Yoongi nodded and left the room for a second, returning with a scared looking Jungkook.

“Koo.” Y/N breathed a sigh of relief and ran into his arms. He let out a breath of surprise before hugging her back.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He kept repeating. Y/N felt her heart break. While she had gone through something horrible, it was clear Jungkook had too. And she knew that it would take some time for both of them to get through it, but at least they had each other.

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Hi I am a new fan but when is the new update coming up

Hi, I’m so glad that you are enjoying my series. I just posted the next part a couple of days ago if you haven’t already read it. It’s called We Are Bulletproof, and this update will be in three parts.

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We Are Bulletproof

Part 14 of the Boys with Luv series

Pairing: Reader x BTS, BTS x BTS

Summary: The members help Y/N through her recovery

Warnings: Mentions of rape, self-harm and suicidal thoughts, domestic abuse, kidnapping, PTSD flashbacks

AN: This is going to be quite a sensitive chapter, containing topics that could trigger some people. Please proceed with care. Sorry it’s been so late for me to update guy, I’ve just started univeristy and it has been hard to get back into the work-life balance, but I’m back! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist and what you think of the series so far :) I purple you guys!

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It had been a few hours since Y/N’s surgery and Jungkook had not stopped nibbling on his thumb nail since Yoongi had told him what had happened. He felt awful over what had happened, even though his hyungs had told him multiple times that it wasn’t his fault. But telling him that would never change what had happened, would it?

He noticed Yoongi was staring at him and turned his head away. Footsteps approached and Yoongi was kneeling down in front of him. “Stop beating yourself up about all of this,” Yoongi urged. “It is not your fault, okay?”

“Why didn’t I go after her? I noticed she had left her phone just after she left the room. I should have taken it to her, and then maybe she wouldn’t have been taken.” Jungkook grumbled to himself. Yoongi brushed the hair out of his face.

“Even if you had gone after her, she would have still gone home and since Sejin had been intercepted, it still would have been Jackson waiting for her.” Yoongi said. “Now, these arms need to be stitched up because they keep bleeding.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened as a wave of nauseating anxiety washed over him. “What if they tell the company that I did this to myself?” He asked. “They might terminate my contract, hyung!”

“They won’t do that.” Yoongi reassured him. “It will all be okay.” He took hold of one of Jungkook’s hands between his own. “Now, please, can we get your arms stitched up.”

“Promise they won’t terminate my contract, hyung?” Jungkook did not want that to happen. It would kill him to not be able to perform and sing and dance in front of ARMY.

“I’ll make sure they won’t.” Yoongi said firmly, straightening up. “Come on, baby, let’s go.”

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“Hyung, how much longer until her surgery is finished?” Jimin asked, looking up at Hoseok. The younger boy had been having a quick nap so his face was all puffy and swollen with sleep.

“Soon, baby boy. The surgery will be finished soon.” Hoseok stroked Jimin’s hair gently. “And Kookie will be back from getting his arms stitched any moment now.”

Jimin hummed in acknowledgment and shuffled on Hoseok’s lap to get comfy. “She’ll be okay, won’t she, hyung?” He said.

“Of course she will. She’s just going to need a lot of help from us to get better. It’s going to take some time, but she will be okay.” Hoseok said. He knew that what had happened to her would definitely affect Y/N a lot, and it would take all of them to help her get to the end of her road to recovery.

Footsteps approached them, making Hoseok look up from staring down at Jimin. Yoongi and Jungkook were back. The maknae’s arms were wrapped up in bandages and there were tear stains on his cheeks. He was tucked into Yoongi’s side. Hoseok found it endearing that even though Jungkook was taller than Yoongi, he would always find a way to look small next to his hyung.

“How’d it go?” Namjoon asked from where he was sat with Taehyung and Jin.

“He’s okay. Only a couple were deep enough to need stitches.” Yoongi said as he sat down in one of the waiting room chairs that faced the doors to the OR.

“How are you feeling Koo? Do you need some water?” Hoseok asked. Jungkook nodded his head, curling up on Yoongi’s lap. “Okay, Jiminie love, I need to get up.” Jimin nodded and slid off Hoseok’s lap. Hoseok quickly got some water and handed it to the maknae.

“How’s he doing?” Hoseok asked, looking up at Yoongi, who shook his head.

“He’s scared Y/N isn’t going to love him anymore because of what he did.” Yoongi said.

“Kookie, is that true?” Jimin was knelt down in front of Jungkook now. He reached out and took hold of one of his hands.

“I’m sorry.” Jungkook started crying again.

“It’s okay, bun. It’s all okay.” Yoongi rocked the youngest gently.

Jimin kissed the back of Jungkook’s hand. “Y/N will never ever be able to stop loving you.” He said softly.

“Exactly.” Hoseok agreed. Y/N loved each and every one of them endlessly and he knew that nothing that they could do would make her love them any less. That was something he was extremely confident in because he knew that none of them would do anything drastic that could cause their whole dynamic to change. “She knows that none of this is your fault, okay? You could not have known that Jackson would have been planning something that extreme, so please stop beating yourself up about it.” He said, stroking the younger boy’s hair. “I promise you, Koo, she will never stop loving you.”

Jungkook glanced up at Hoseok. His doe eyes were glistening with tears that were yet to fall and his long eyelashes were clumped together from the tears that had fallen. And in Hoseok’s eyes, he still looked ethereal. “You swear?”

“I swear on my life, baby.” Hoseok said, kissing the top of the maknae’s head. “Okay?” Jungkook paused before nodding. He sniffed and wiped away his tears, his crying beginning to cease. “You know, she’s going to be awake soon, and then you can go and see her.”

Jungkook’s eyes lit up at this. “Really?” Hoseok nodded.

“Really, baby. She’s going to be just fine.”

There was some peaceful quiet as the boys waited for the doctors to let them know that they could see their soulmate. But...

“Where is my sister?” A male voice shouted as footsteps thundered into the waiting room. A boy who seemed younger than Jungkook. “Where is she?” He had almost shoulder length blond hair and was very handsome. He also had dancer legs. He turned and saw the seven boys just watching him. He narrowed his eyes as he took them in. “Who the fuck are you? And where the fuck is my sister?”

#bts #bts ot7 #bts army #bts smut #bts fluff #bts angst #dom!hoseok #dom!yoongi #dom!namjoon #switch!jin #sub!reader #sub!taehyung #sub!jimin #sub!jungkook #we are bulletproof #boys with luv

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Chapter 2

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Jimin hummed along to the music that was playing from his Sony Walkman, softly wafting throughout his room. He stared out the window as he thought about the music he was transcribing, admiring the sunset. He sighed as a warm summer breeze drifted through the open window, feeling his sinuses with the scent of ripe peaches and grass and the distinct countryside smell. His bare foot rubbed up and down his leg as he wrote down some more music notes, making small notes on the tempo and dynamics of the piece.

He glanced behind him at the open door, knowing that just past that bathroom lay the man who made his heart skip a beat when they looked at each other. There was something about Yoongi that was curious to Jimin, and he was not sure what it was exactly. He had a whole different aura to Taehyung, who was the only other person Jimin had kissed and fooled around with. Where Taehyung was all sunshine and smiles, Yoongi seemed to be rainclouds and blank stares, which was alluring to Jimin, but was also scary. He did not know how Yoongi would react to certain things, or if he would even react at all. Jimin decided then that showering without locking the door would not be a good idea just in case he scares Yoongi off. He was intimidating.

A shrill bell tore Jimin from his thoughts. Jimin paused his music and set down his pencil, knowing that it was Mafalda letting him know dinner was ready. He pushed his chair back and padded into the bathroom, going into Yoongi’s bedroom. He repressed a fond smile when he was met with the sight of a sleeping Yoongi, the dim light of sunset creating pink hues over his bare pale skin. It was weird, as if he had never been in the sunlight. His back was quite toned. Jimin’s hands itched to trace over each dip and swell on his skin, memorising each and every muscle of his back.

Jimin cleared his throat and shook his head, shaking himself out of his thoughts. “We’re being called to dinner.” He watched Yoongi carefully to see if there was any movement or sign that he had heard him through his sleep. This man was a really heavy sleeper. Jimin wondered if he would ever be able to wake him up by himself without resorting to a horn or something loud like that. There was no movement or answer.

Jimin entered the room and reached over to the bookshelf. His fingers skimmed over the spines of the books lightly before selecting one that was quite thick. It would definitely pass the time. He was becoming slightly bored of his music transcription. He tried to be quiet, but Jimin being the butter fingers he was, dropped the book on the floor. It made a sharp clatter and Yoongi was briskly awoken.

Jimin cleared his throat again, waves of embarrassment flooding his body. “We’re being to called to dinner.” He said, his voice quiet.

Yoongi looked up from his pillow, seeming to forget where he was. His cat eyes were barely open and his cheeks were puffy due to his sleep. His bed head was also quite cute to Jimin, strands of hair pointing out in different directions.

“Later. I’ll have to pass.” Yoongi’s morning voice was something Jimin would not be able to get used to. It was deep and scratchy and slightly slurred and sluggish. “Can you make my excuses to your mother?” Jimin backed out of the door with his book clutched tightly in his hands, his small fingers and knuckles turning almost white, nodding that he would. Yoongi looked around for a moment. “So, this is usually your room…” He continued. Jimin nodded again, about to shut the door. “Thanks, buddy.” Yoongi turned and went back to sleep. Jimin closed the door, leaving the room in almost complete darkness.

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Yoongi stretched as he sat up in bed, the covers bunched around his waist. He was hot, even though the covers were thin. The Park villa was quaint. He liked the way it was contemporary and comfy and how he was able to feel completely at home even though he had only been here for a night.

He looked hopefully at the bathroom door, willing the young boy to come out from his room. Jimin was beautiful in a way that Yoongi thought should be illegal. The way the boy’s honey golden skin complimented his golden hair that had clearly been dyed – there were some darker roots showing through. When he realised that Jimin had already gone downstairs to join his family for breakfast, after he had glanced at the clock and saw that it was already past 9am.

As Yoongi walked down the stairs, he realised that he did not know where to go. He listened for the Park’s voices until he saw, through a corridor, the kitchen. Just beyond it, outside in the garden, he could see the family having breakfast.

The garden was fashioned around the gradual slope of a hill with a table and chairs set up on the flat part of patio that overlooked the orchards and gardens. It was beautiful.

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Jimin picked up one of the eggs that had been cooked for breakfast and carefully deposited it in his egg cup, knowing that Mafalda usually cooked them to be soft-boiled. Yoongi came out of the house and sat down, staring at the egg in front of him. Jimin watched him for a moment before turning his attention back to his own egg, expertly cracking the shell. He could feel a pair of eyes on him, watching what he was doing. He knew it was Yoongi – he probably did not know how to remove the shell.

Yoongi attempted to do what Jimin had done, but only a tiny bit of the shell was pierced. Jimin had to stifle a smile as he pretended to busy himself with his coffee and pushed the egg in its cup away. Mafalda came out from the kitchen carrying a jug of freshly squeezed juice, and asked Yoongi if he would like some, to which he obliged. She looked down at the discards egg.

“Lasci fare a me, Signore.” She sliced the top off from the egg and returned to her kitchen. Jimin looked back down to his egg before Yoongi caught him staring. That would be too awkward.

“Did you recover from your trip, caro?” Minjung asked.

Yoongi nodded. “Big time.”

Jimin, who had been trying not to stare at their guest and so was concentrating instead on spreading honey on a piece of bread, lifted his head. “I can show you around.” He said, his voice growing unnaturally loud. He flushed red, feeling slightly embarrassed. That was too loud.

Yoongi smiled fondly, his eyes gentle. “Good. Are we far from the town? I need to open a bank account.” Jimin’s parents both looked up, interested.

Jaehyun smiled. “None of our residents has ever had a local bank account.” He looked proud, as if Yoongi was the first one who was actually really happy to be here and cared enough about what he was doing.

Jimin turned in his seat to get a better view of Yoongi, who was sat beside him. “Should I take him to Montodine?” He asked.

Jaehyun shook his head. “I think they’re closed for summer vacation. Try Crema.” He suggested. Jimin nodded and took a bite of his honeyed bread.

Yoongi looked around, eyes fixating on the fruit trees in front of him. “Is that your orchard?” He asked.

“Pesca, ciliege, albicocche…” Jaehyun started to list off. The peaches, cherries and apricots were some of Jimin’s favourites that grew in their orchard and Jaehyung knew it. He smiled at his son, who was subconsciously licking his lips.

“Pomegranate.” Minjung added, making Jimin wrinkle his nose. He did not like pomegranate. There were too many seeds.

Mafalda returned with a pitcher of apricot juice on a little tray and proceeded to fill Yoongi’s glass. He tasted it then enthusiastically downed it. Jimin realised he was staring at Yoongi, his head tipped back with his throat swallowing the juice, and noticed the Star of David on a necklace around his neck. He lowered his eyes.

“Have another egg.” Minjung gestured to the basket of eggs in front of them, but Yoongi shook his head.

“I know myself. If I have three, I’ll have a fourth, and more.”

Jimin had never heard someone Yoongi’s age say, ‘I know myself’. He found it somewhat intimidating. He cleared his throat. “Should we take Jungsik’s bikes?”

#our summer #Call Me By Your Name #yoonmin #yoonmin smut #yoonmin fluff #yoonmin angst #vmin #best friends vmin #sope #hoseok #yoongi #namjoon #seokjin #taehyung #jimin #jungkook #80s au #bts

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—Hobi’s Girl

after attending a bts concert and very clearly catching one of the members’ attention, you can’t help but get flooded with hate comments once people find your twitter account. who would’ve thought that would be the reason jung hoseok would find his concert girl, too.

pairing: jung hoseok x army!reader

genre: social media au, fluff, crack, angst

status: completed

updates: wednesdays and saturdays between 5 and 6pm est!

keys:

✏️ written part

✒️ drabble after the texts

tag list: CLOSED

a/n: hello! this is my first time ever doing this so i’m sorry if it’s shitty 🤧 but i got this idea and i really like it, so i hope you do too and please let me know what you think! 💞

🌻 part one - profiles

🌻 part two - noticed by The Mans

🌻 part three - mang headband girl

🌻 part four - i’m slapping you

🌻 part five - i knew it wasn’t me

🌻 part six - nooo don’t fight

🌻 part seven - notice me again senpai

🌻 part eight - rumor has it

🌻 part nine - y/n’s your girl

🌻 part ten - @ [redacted]

🌻 part eleven - we lost him pt.2

🌻 part twelve - whipped

🌻 part thirteen - anyway… selfie? 🥺

🌻 part fourteen - let’s go out tonight

🌻 part fifteen ✏️ - mint choco

🌻 part sixteen - we?

🌻 part seventeen ✒️ - i’m staying here

🌻 part eighteen - packing ✈️

🌻 part nineteen - the L word

🌻 part twenty - sad and turned on

↳ bonus - i don’t take it back

🌻 part twenty one ✏️ - enamoured

🌻 part twenty two - j-hope can’t stop us

🌻 part twenty three - rip mang 😔💔

🌻 part twenty four - you can trust him

🌻 part twenty five - broken friendships

🌻 part twenty six ✒️ - oxygen? idk her

🌻 part twenty seven - whiny thinkerbell

🌻 part twenty eight - guess what

🌻 part twenty nine ✒️ - i want a divorce

🌻 part thirty - soulmate senses

🌻 part thirty one - wish you were here

🌻 part thirty two - i miss you

🌻 part thirty three - hobi and y/n

🌻 part thirty four - leave her out of this

🌻 part thirty five - the kpop guy

↳ bonus - who’s [redacted] :(

🌻 part thirty six - block her number

🌻 part thirty seven - another lawsuit

🌻 part thirty eight - gotta go kill a snake

🌻 part thirty nine ✏️ - you and i

🌻 part forty - no more @hobisyn

🌻 part forty one ✒️ - priceless

🌻 part forty two - i’ll let him live

🌻 part forty three - one year

🌻 epilogue ✒️ - yes

more bonus parts because why not:

🌻 bonus one ✏️ - better namjoon-ie than that hasung guy

🌻 bonus two - mint choco lips

🌻 bonus three - baby mincho

🌻 bonus four - q&a

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Save Me

Part 13 of the Boys with Luv series

Pairing: Reader x BTS, BTS x BTS

Summary: Y/N has been found but how will the members react when they learn what she has gone through?

Warnings: Mentions of rape, self-harm and suicidal thoughts, domestic abuse, kidnapping

AN: This is going to be quite a sensitive chapter, containing topics that could trigger some people. Please proceed with care. This one is shorter, I think because I didn’t want to make it too triggering. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist and what you think of the series so far :) I purple you guys!

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The sound of wheels squeaking against linoleum floor, and the tapping of shoes filled Y/N’s ears. She opened her eyes, squinting at the harsh bright lights that surrounded her. She did not know where she was or what had happened, but she knew she was away from him. The last thing she could remember was the sound of sirens and flashing blue and red lights. That was when he had tried to strangle her, saying that if he couldn’t have her then no one could. She had passed out before the police had broken down the door and arrested him.

She had no energy to stay awake. Her body was so tired and weak from all the trauma she had been through. She was drained. Her eyes closed again as a beep flooded the air, indicating that elevator doors had been opened.

She awoke again to a nurse checking her IV. “Hey sweetheart, how are you feeling?” She asked. She handed Y/N a pad of paper with a pen. “You’re going to have to write for now, your vocal chords were damaged.” She explained when Y/N frowned at the paper and pen in front of her in confusion.

The nurse moved her bed to a seating position. “Is anything hurting?” Yes, everything hurt. She had bruises and cuts everywhere. In between her legs ached horribly, a throbbing pain that never went away, no matter how she positioned herself.

‘Everything,’ Y/N wrote down. The nurse smiled sympathetically and gently touched her hand.

“I can up your dosage on pain meds a little bit.” The nurse said, looking at the amount of pain medication was being inserted by her IV drip. “But unfortunately that is all I can do until the police arrive.”

‘Police?’ Y/N wrote down.

“They need to collect the evidence, so that includes DNA samples and any other evidence we find when we do your rape kit.” The nurse explained. Y/N swallowed thickly, glancing down at her bare arms that were covered in fingernail-shaped scratches and bruises. She felt disgusted and violated.

The door to her room opened, revealing a nice-looking female doctor. “Hello, I am Doctor Wilson and I will be your doctor for today.” She greeted, flashing a warming smile. Y/N nodded, flashing a brief smile. “Okay, so we are going to start your rape kit soon, and it is important that you consent to each and every step okay? Since you cannot give a verbal answer, we will need you to write down your consent whenever we ask. And it is also important for you to know that if you need to pause or do not feel comfortable at any time, you can stop the kit. Do you consent to starting this kit?” She asked.

Y/N picked up the pen and wrote her consent. She wanted to get Jackson sent away forever. She paused before turning the paper around to face the doctor. Doctor Wilson nodded.

“Just to make everything more comfortable here, it will just be you, me and Nurse Dawn, okay?” Y/N nodded.

“Okay, so if you could please stand on this large sheet of paper and take off all of your clothes.” Doctor Wilson instructed. Dawn helped Y/N off of the bed and helped her stand on the sheet.

Y/N wasn’t wearing much. Just a silky, short dress and some panties. She was barefoot. She slid off the dress and panties, not wanting to look down at her bruised and broken body. Doctor Wilson collected the clothes and put them into a large plastic bag labelled evidence. She set it down on a table in front of her that had many different tubes and swabs and bags. There was also a camera.

“Okay, now we’re going to take pictures of all the bruises and cuts and other physical evidences you have on your body. Is that okay with you?” Doctor Wilson asked. Nurse Dawn handed Y/N the pad and pen. Y/N picked up the pen, realising then how shaky she was. ‘What if he finds out?’ she wrote.

“I promise you from what I can see physically on you, he will be sent away for a very long time, and if he gets released, then there will be a restraining order, so he will never be able to harm you again.” Doctor Wilson said gently. “Do you consent to the next step?” Y/N wrote down a yes and Nurse Dawn picked up the camera and began to document the physical evidence on her body.

Every so often a sympathetic sigh would fall from the nurse’s lips as she saw just how much the poor thing had been through. After about ten minutes, but what had felt like years to Y/N, Nurse Dawn set down the camera and handed Y/N two pills.

“Now we are going to put these into your IV. They are to prevent any STI’s that may have been transmitted. We are also going to take some blood and urine tests to see if there are any STI’s that cannot be cured by these pills.” Doctor Wilson explained. Y/N nodded and allowed Nurse Dawn to crush up the medicines and dissolve it in some distilled water before injecting it into her IV.

Swabs were taken and then Y/N was dressed in a hospital gown. “You will also have to undergo some surgery.” Doctor Wilson added. “Your abdomen is distended, so we need to take care of that. We will do that after the blood tests and urine tests as you will be completely decontaminated before surgery, which is why we prioritised the rape kit first.”

Y/N glanced over at the various swabs and bags that had been collected. If all of this was being used as evidence, Jackson was definitely going to jail, which allowed her to relax slightly.

The only issue was her soulmates. Would they see her the same way, or would they think of her as some dirty slut who would just sleep with whatever man was available? That would explain why they hadn’t shown up yet. The female police officer who had escorted her here had told her that they were contacted as soon as she was found. So where were they?

She didn’t even feel the sting of the needle as blood was taken out of her. “Okay, sweetheart, let’s take you to the toilet and get that urine sample and then we can fix your abdomen up.” Nurse Dawn helped Y/N up, who winced at the pain in her stomach. “I’m sorry, love.” The nurse apologised, helping her over to the adjoining bathroom. “There we go.” She helped her sit down and do the urine sample.

While they were in the toilet, Y/N heard heavy footsteps and the door to the room swing open. Whoever it was sounded like they had a purpose and were annoyed.

“Where is she? Is she okay? You keep us out of the loop for four hours. Is she okay?” Y/N knew that voice. That voice that would softly slow rap or sing her to sleep. Yoongi. Her Yoongi. He was here. “Why is there a camera in here? What are all these bags?” Y/N quickly stood up wanting to be back in his arms. The sudden movement hurt her, causing her to cry out. “Jagiya?” The footsteps came closer to the toilet and the door swung open.

Yoongi looked awful, like he hadn’t properly eaten or slept since she had been gone. “Baby, you’re alive. Thank God.” He pulled her into a hug, kissing the top of her head. He pulled away, looking at her. “What happened to you?”

“I think it would be best if you sat down for this, sir.” Nurse Dawn said softly. Yoongi helped Y/N back to bed as Nurse Dawn handed her the pad of paper. Doctor Wilson had left to go and prep for surgery. “There is extensive swelling to her vocal cords which we are hoping will go down during surgery, so she has to write everything down.”

“I swear I’m going to kill that motherfucker for hurting you.” Yoongi vowed, settling down in a chair next to her bed. “What did he do?”

Y/N paused for a second. She didn’t know whether Yoongi would be able to handle everything that had happened to her.

‘Are you sure you can handle all of it? The whole story? There is a lot...’ Y/N wrote down. Yoongi nodded.

‘Okay... The first day he kidnapped me, he beat me with his belt and then he was about to...’ She set down the pen, not wanting to write the word.

“He was about to what, jagiya?” Yoongi asked, gently coaxing her to continue.

‘... rape me and then Jimin called. He then began to do things to me while he was talking to you and then he hit me with his belt again, but this time with the buckle. Then the next few days he would hit me and continue to rape me and then spray me with a hose saying he needed to cleanse me from you seven. And then the day I was found, he was going to invite his perverted friends over and let them all have a go with me, but I didn’t want that so I tried to fight back. I told him I hated him and that no matter what he did to me, my heart would always belong to you seven, and that was when he tried to kill me. He strangled me and said that if he couldn’t have me then no one could. I was so scared.’ She set down the pen, tears rolling down her face.

“You’re safe, jagiya. You’re safe now. I promise he is never going to hurt you again.” Yoongi took hold of her hand and kissed the back of it.

‘I feel so dirty.’ Y/N wrote. Yoongi’s eyes softened.

“You could never be dirty because of this to me, Joonie, Jin, Hobi, Jiminie, Tae or Kookie. This is not your fault, okay? And it never will be.” He rubbed the back of her hand.

“I’m sorry to interrupt.” Doctor Wilson was stood at the door. “We need to prep Y/N for surgery, sir, so if you wouldn’t mind leaving. I will be there to update you when she is done on how it went and what her recovery will be like.”

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Yoongi walked back towards the rest of the boys, feeling a bit better now that he knew Y/N was safe. He nibbled on his thumb nail as he turned the corner towards the waiting room, not wanting to think about the risks of the surgery. Y/N was strong, she would be okay.

Jungkook was the first to stand up. The bandages on his arms were stained with blood even though Yoongi had changed them this morning. The cuts were too deep to heal on their own. He would need stitches.

“Is she okay?” The youngest asked.

“Yes. She’s gone into surgery. She had a distended abdomen, which means there was some internal bleeding around her liver and or spleen, but they are going to correct that. The doctor said it was a fairly easy surgery.” When Yoongi had left Y/N’s room, Doctor Wilson had briefly explained the reason for her surgery and that it was quite a simple one to do if all went well.

“Internal bleeding? But you said she was okay?” Jimin asked.

“Other than the internal bleeding, she is okay. Her vocal cords are swollen from trauma, but she is going to be okay.” Yoongi explained.

“Swollen vocal cords? What happened to her?” Hoseok asked. He and Jimin were cuddled up together on one of the bigger chairs.

“I think you all need to be sat down for this.” Yoongi said, glancing over at Namjoon, who was stood by the window, looking out into the early morning. Namjoon looked over at Yoongi and nodded, sitting down in an empty chair next to Taehyung and Jin. Yoongi sat down in the chair next to Hoseok and Jimin and pulled Jungkook onto his lap.

“Before I say anything, I just want you to know this, Kookie. None of this is your fault, okay. None of us blame you. She does not blame you. please, do not blame yourself. You have done nothing wrong, okay?” Yoongi said, looking at the younger boy on his lap. Jungkook nodded and laid his head on Yoongi’s shoulder.

“What happened to her, hyung? It sounds bad.” Taehyung asked quietly.

Yoongi took a deep breath before he began to explain everything. The rape. The abuse. The attempted murder. As he went on, he watched as each of the member’s faces became more and more shocked and horrified. He hated that he had to put them through this. He hated that any of them had to go through this. But what he hated most was that his Y/N, his jagiya, his soulmate, had to experience everything he recounted first hand with no one there to help her. But she had people now. She had the seven of them who would be with her every step of the way, through the ups and the downs, and the hardships, and the highs and the lows. They would be there with her for every moment of it. They would not let her suffer alone again.

#bts x reader #bts #bts x bts #Poly BTS #bts ot7 #sub!reader #sub!jimin #sub!taehyung #sub!jungkook #switch!jin #dom!yoongi #dom!hoseok #dom!namjoon #boys with luv #bts fl #bts angst #save me

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thisbeatchachinglikemoney · 3 years

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Omg the boy with luv series 😱😱😱 when is the next part

The new update was supposed to be today, but I got my COVID vaccine yesterday so can't actually type rn (im currently on my iPad to write this one-handed) so as soon as my arm no longer aches, then I will be able to finish it.

#bts #Boys with luv #update

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Danger

Part 12 of the Boys with Luv series

Pairing: Reader x BTS, BTS x BTS

Summary: Yoonkook make up and the search for Y/N is underway (this one will just be from the members point of view)

Warnings: Self harm, suicidal thoughts, Jungkook is in quite a dark place

AN: Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist and what you think of the series so far :) I purple you guys!

Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13

It had been a few days since Y/N had been taken and Jungkook had not come out of his room. Not even to eat. It was worrying Jin that his youngest boyfriend had shut himself off from everyone. Jin was actually reaching his limit. His baby needed to come out soon or else he would break down the door.

Namjoon was right - they all needed to stick together. It would make the whole ordeal a lot easier to go through with as they had each other to lean on. Y/N had no one which was something Jin was worried about. Yoongi had told them all about the conversation he had had with Y/N after Jackson had found her at Disneyland, and Jin was worried. They all were. The police had been informed of the possible intentions and Y/N’s case was a top priority. They had people working on it day and night.

Jin sighed as he knocked on Jungkook’s door. “Kookie, please, let me in.” He begged. “Hyung needs to talk to you. To know you are okay. Please baby. Please.” There was still no answer. If Jin pressed his ear to the door and listened hard enough, he was able to hear soft sobs. He was scared for Jungkook. The boy had been close to self-harming a few years ago, and he didn’t want that to happen again.

He remembered when they found out. It was the second year of their relationship and Jungkook, who was usually the cuddly fluffball of the group, was withdrawn and quiet, often speeding up to his room and locking the door whenever they came back from dance practices and recordings. Yoongi had been telling them that something felt off, but whenever they confronted the maknae about it, he would dismiss it as not feeling well, or would even go as far as to ignore them completely.

It had gotten to the point where Yoongi insisted that they get inside Jungkook’s room and adjoining bathroom. The night they did that, using Namjoon to break down the door after Jungkook would not open, they discovered Jungkook stood with a razor blade hovered above his wrist. Yoongi had wasted no time and had knocked the razor out of his hand, bundling the younger up in his arms and whisking him away to talk. Yoongi was always the best at this, being experienced himself in the matter of depression. Yoongi still had his bad days, but he would spend them curled up next to either Hoseok or Jin while he voiced his feelings to the whole group.

And Jin was now feeling that exact same feeling. He needed to get to Jungkook. He needed to know he was okay. “Jungkook, if you don’t open the door, I’m going to have to break it down myself.” There was still no answer.

Jin was terrified. What if the maknae had cut too deep and had been bleeding out in the bathroom for the past few hours? What if he had tried to kill himself and been injured badly? What if he had killed himself?

“Joon!” Jin called out for the younger member as he ran to the man’s studio, banging on the door. Namjoon opened the door, looking both hopeful and scared.

“Have they found her? Is she alive?” Jin felt his heart break at the look on Namjoon’s face.

“Oh, Joonie, no, I’m sorry. They haven’t found her yet.” He said, pulling the younger into a hug. “But it’s Kook. I’m worried about him. I’m getting the same feeling I did before. I’m scared Joon. I can’t lose two of them.”

“What do you need me to do?”

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Taehyung was curled up in Hoseok’s side, tear tracks running down his sleep-swollen cheeks. Every single night, he had cried himself to sleep for the loss of Y/N, as well as Yoongi and Jungkook, and it broke Hoseok’s heart at how hurt they all were. He wanted to kill Jackson for putting them all through this. The police were in the process of locating him - they were getting in touch with the tracking company to request the location of the phone, but it was taking longer than wanted as the company was not open on the weekend. This had made Bang PD-nim start to look into other tracking companies that were open 24/7 just in case this happened again, which Hoseok prayed it didn’t.

He glanced over at the clock and saw it was almost time for dinner. Taehyung had completely lost his appetite, so Hoseok had been forcing him to eat to keep himself healthy. They had all been forcing themselves to eat, apart from Jungkook who had locked his bedroom door and was not coming out at all.

He rubbed a hand over Tae’s back gently, a faint smile ghosting over his lips when he felt his hand tighten on his shirt, the longer fingers twisting the fabric.

“Tae baby, you need to wake up. We need to go and eat.” Hoseok said softly, making Taehyung whine and nestle into him.

“No Hobi hyung, I’m not hungry.” He said, his deep voice scratchy and slurred.

“I know, baby, but we have to. We need to keep healthy. It’s what Y/N would want.” Hoseok reminded him. Taehyung shook his head.

“I’m not hungry! I don’t want to eat! I just want Y/N back!” Taehyung cried. Hoseok sighed sympathetically and pulled the younger on top of him, wrapping his arms around his back.

“I know, baby, I know. So do I. But if we aren’t healthy, we could be in hospital when they find her, okay? She wouldn’t want us to hurt ourselves.” Hoseok said softly. “So let’s go down and have some ramen and then we can come back here and cuddle okay?”

“Can we see if Jungkookie wants to come eat with us?” Taehyung looked at his hyung. Hoseok nodded and stroked his cheek gently.

“Of course we can.” He kissed Tae’s forehead. “Come on, let’s go.”

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Jimin pushed open Yoongi’s bedroom door with his foot, his hands carrying two bowls of rice and kimchi. Yoongi hadn’t been doing too well; the pain of losing Y/N as well as the guilt of hurting Jungkook had not settled with him at all and continuously made him feel worse as the days dragged on. Jimin hoped that it would be over soon.

“Hyung, I’ve got us some food.” Jimin said softly, setting the bowls down on the bedside table before climbing onto the bed. Yoongi hummed and pulled the younger onto his lap. “How are you feeling?” He asked, pressing a kiss to Yoongi’s cheek.

“Not good.” Yoongi replied. “I feel awful, actually. I just wish Jungkookie would let me talk to him. That’s one thing I can fix.” Jimin nodded and grabbed the bowls.

“It’s okay, hyung. It will all be okay.” The smaller boy comforted him before lifting some rice to his hyung’s mouth. “Now eat something, please.”

“I’m really not hungry, Jiminie.” Yoongi said, glancing at the chopsticks in front of him.

“I know, but Hobi hyung said we need to eat to stay healthy because that’s what Y/N would want.” Jimin said, holding the chopsticks in front of his mouth. “Just a few mouthfuls, please, I don’t want you to get ill.”

“Fine.” Yoongi opened his mouth and allowed Jimin to feed him. “You know, I should be the one taking care of you because I’m older.”

“But you’re my boyfriend and I love you.” Jimin reminded him. “So I’m allowed to take care of you.”

“How are you feeling?” Yoongi asked, taking the bowl out of Jimin’s hands and putting his hands on his waist. Jimin stilled. He hadn’t admitted how he was feeling just yet. Not even to himself. He had pushed his feelings down so he could take care of Yoongi.

“I...” Jimin trailed off, making Yoongi narrow his eyes at him. “I don’t know...”

“Okay, Jiminie. That’s okay. You’re probably feeling so many things that you can’t distinguish between each one.” Yoongi said. He reached over and took some rice out of the bowl with the chopsticks. “Your turn.” Jimin opened his mouth and ate the rice.

“Hyung? Why don’t you go and see if Jungkookie will talk to you? Jin hyung said he hadn’t left his room in ages. I’m scared for him.” Jimin said after swallowing his mouthful of rice.

“I can try, baby. After we finish eating I’ll try and talk to him, okay?” Yoongi stroked Jimin’s hair out of his face. “You eat too, little one.”

“I’m only one centimetre shorter than you, Min Yoongi!” Jimin playfully hit Yoongi’s arm.

“Yeah but you’re still my little one since you’re younger than me and everything about you is tiny and cute.” Yoongi said taking Jimin’s smaller hands in his.

“My dick isn’t small, hyung!” Jimin whined. Yoongi hummed and kissed Jimin’s forehead.

“Yes, but it is smaller than everyone else.” Yoongi pointed out. “But I love each and every part of you.” He leaned up and pecked Jimin on the lips. “Thank you for cheering me up.”

“I love you.” Jimin grabbed his bowl and began to eat. “I miss Y/N, though. I’m worried for her.”

“I miss her too.” Yoongi replied, a frown on his face. “I want to kill him for taking her. I need her back with me.”

“She needs to be back with all of us. I don’t even want to think about what’s happening to her. She must be in so much pain.” Jimin set down his bowl.

“But the police are finding their location as soon as they can and as soon as that has been found, we will have Y/N back with us.” Yoongi said. Jimin knew that he was seeing the positive side of things, and trying not to think of the worst-case scenario.

“Okay, I’m going to go and talk to Jungkook.” Yoongi finished his rice and set the bowl aside. “Why don’t you go and have a shower? I’ll be back soon.”

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Everything felt grey to Jungkook. Just grey. One of the seven lights of his life were gone and the others had dimmed to nothing, leaving everything murky shades of grey. He was wearing one of his tshirts that Y/N would always wear for bed. It smelt like her and that helped the aching hole inside of me, but it did nothing for the endless amounts of guilt he felt.

This was all his fault. If only he had gone home with her, then she would still be with them. He was stupid and not worthy of being her soulmate.

His door had been locked since she had been taken and every so often one of his hyungs would knock and beg him to open. But he couldn’t let them in. He didn’t want to be met with their disappointed faces. He probably wouldn’t be able to ever face them again.

He stretched his arms, ignoring the pain that lanced from his wrists and the growling of his empty stomach. He looked down at his forearms and saw his bandages had become bloody. Time to change them. The cuts would only fuel his hyungs disappointment in him if they found out.

He shuffled into the bathroom, avoiding his image in the mirror, knowing that he looked awful with an unshaved face and unwashed hair. He unwrapped the bandages and rinsed his arms under the water to wash off the blood.

Cut more You deserve it You deserve this pain It’s all your fault

Ever since Y/N had been taken the voices had come back and Jungkook had succumbed to what they were telling him to do. He looked at his arms, the red lines criss-crossing the lengths of his forearms, slashing through some of his tattoos.

That’s it Jungkook Let yourself feel what Y/N is feeling Your hyungs are so disappointed in you You should just end it all now

Jungkook’s fingers wrapped around the bloodied razor he had been using. He slashed it over his wrists again.

Go deeper Jungkook Deep enough to kill But not yet You still have to suffer

Jungkook pressed harder, his skin splitting apart and blood running out, streaming down his arms. He sobbed to himself, the neverending pressure of the guilt weighing down on him, making him feel like he couldn’t breathe. He slammed his hands onto the sink, leaving bloodied handprints and smears on the white porcelain before staggering over to his room and collapsing on the bed, letting him exhaustion wash over him. He hadn’t cut deep enough to kill himself. He had to suffer more first.

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Yoongi could feel something was wrong. Very wrong. Wrong enough to make his stomach churn and his heart pound faster. He sat up quickly, accidentally waking up Jimin who hummed and looked around sleepily.

“Go back to sleep, Min.” Yoongi said softly. “I’ll be back soon. I’m just going to check on Jungkook.” He kissed Jimin softly and gently pushed him down so he was lying down. Jimin hummed and closed his eyes, a hand clutching at the blankets surrounding him. He smiled at the younger boy before slipping out the room and making his way over to Jungkook’s room.

When he got there, he saw Jin and Namjoon attempting to break down the door. Yoongi looked at the pair of them with an eyebrow raised.

“He’s been in there too long, Yoongs. This ends now. He needs to know that we all love him and want him around and that we don’t blame him. He needs to know that you don’t blame him.” Jin said, stepping back as Namjoon rammed his shoulder into the door, a loud bang echoing through the house. Namjoon hissed but ignored the apparent pain as he continued to bang into the door. There was a loud crack and the door swung open.

“Oh God!” Jin screamed, hands covering his mouth. Yoongi’s heart stopped. No. Not Jungkook too. He couldn’t lose both of them.

He pushed Jin out of the way and was met with the sight of blood. So much blood. Jungkook was lying on his bed, eyes closed. Yoongi watched closely hoping and praying to see the rise and fall of his chest. He saw Jungkook breathe and it was steady.

“Joon, take Jin hyung somewhere else. I’ve got this.” Yoongi said, rubbing Namjoon’s shoulder. The younger looked hesitant but led Jin away. Yoongi took a deep breath and entered the room. There was a lot of blood, covering the bedsheets and Kookie’s arms. There were smears on the wall in the shapes of fingers and hands, where he had clearly dragged himself to bed. Yoongi felt his heart break. Not his Kookie. His happy bunny.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I am so so sorry.” He said, stroking the youngest’s hair before going into the bathroom to get some warm water and disinfectant and bandages. They needed to be careful with Jungkook now. He gently reached out and took hold of Jungkook’s hand, straightening out his arm so he could clean away all the blood and germs. He dipped one of the towels into the water and squeezed it before wiping it over the maknae’s arms.

“Oh, Kookie.” He sighed, seeing the numerous cuts that were still healing - some being scabbed over, but others still open. He sprayed some disinfectant over his arms and wrapped bandages around them. “I’m so sorry, baby. Hyung is so sorry.” Yoongi felt awful. If only he hadn’t yelled at Jungkook then this would not have happened.

He quickly cleaned up the room before collapsing on the bed next to the younger boy. “I love you so much, Jeon Jungkook.” He whispered before closing his eyes and pulling the younger closer to him. He kissed his forehead before allowing himself to fall asleep next to the maknae.

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When Jungkook woke up he could feel arms around his waist which was strange considering he had locked his door. He frowned as he opened his eyes, looking around his room to figure out what was going on. His arms had been bandaged and cleaned which he didn’t remember doing, and his door was open. He paused. They must have knocked down the door.

He looked over his shoulder and saw the sleeping face and faded blond hair of his hyung, Yoongi. He gulped. He didn’t want to have this conversation. Not now, and if he got his way, not ever. He should just run away from them and never return. Then he would never have to face them for what he has done.

He pushed himself out of Yoongi’s arms and walked over to his wardrobe, throwing his clothes into some bags.

“What do you think you’re doing, mister?” He heard a sleepy yet stern voice ask from behind him.

“Noth-nothing?” Jungkook winced as his voice rose in pitch at the end, making it sound like he wasn’t sure about what he was saying.

“Really? ‘Cause it looks like you’re packing a bag of clothes.” Yoongi sat up in the bed, the sheets rustling. “Now put it down and come here.” Jungkook paused and reluctantly set down the bag before shuffling over to the bed and perching on the end.

“Look, hyung, I know it’s all my fault, can you please just leave me alone.” Jungkook said, but Yoongi ignored him and pulled him closer by his waist, being wary of his injured arms.

“Just listen to me, Koo, please.” Koo. He hadn’t been called that since Y/N had been taken. He felt a pang in his heart as he sniffled. He sighed and wiped his eyes as he looked at his hyung. Yoongi’s eyes softened as he reached out and wiped a stray tear from Jungkook’s cheek.

“I am so sorry I said that to you. I should never have said that. I was just angry and upset and I know that this is not a good excuse, but I just took it out on you. It’s not your fault. You were looking out for her and called someone to bring her home. How would you know that Sejin would have been intercepted and his phone stolen?”

Jungkook pursed his lips. He could hear what Yoongi was saying to him, but it wasn’t sinking in. He didn’t feel any less guilty. “But I should have gone home with her! I should have walked her to the car and made sure that it was actually Sejin. We all know how many people are out there to hurt us and I let my guard down, thinking that for one day there wouldn’t be hate or someone that wanted to hurt her, and look what happened!”

“Jungkook, stop, please!” Yoongi pulled the younger onto his lap, so Jungkook was facing him, legs either side of his hyung’s lap. “Stop beating yourself up about this. This is not your fault. It will never be your fault. None of us blame you. So, please, stop blaming yourself.”

“But-” Jungkook was quietened by Yoongi pressing a finger to his lips.

“So just stop blaming yourself. No buts, okay? We all love you, so much, and we were so worried when you didn’t come out of your room for days.” Yoongi gently lifted up Jungkook’s arm. “And now we know that this is one of the reasons for your hiding...” He trailed off, looking pointedly at the bandages on Jungkook’s arms.

“I’m sorry, hyung, I just, I needed to.” Jungkook sobbed.

“Hey, don’t cry, baby, please don’t cry.” Yoongi’s voice cracked as he pulled Jungkook into his chest. “We’ve got you. We’re always going to be here for you, okay? We can talk to you, be there for you, give you all of the cuddles in the world. Just please, don’t hurt yourself again. It’s dangerous and it could kill you, Koo.”

“That’s what I wanted.” Jungkook whispered.

“Shit, Kook.” Yoongi froze and stiffened. “No, no, no, baby, no.” He held onto Jungkook’s jaw, his thumb stroking gently. “Just talk to us, don’t lock yourself away. We’re going to help you through this, okay? It’s all going to be okay.”

“But I’m not okay, hyung. And I don’t think I ever will be until she’s back with us.” Jungkook had tears running down his cheeks. Yoongi did too.

“Neither am I, baby. But if we stick together, we should be alright.” Yoongi said. “I love you, so much, Jeon Jungkook. I hope you know that.”

“I love you more, Min Yoongi.” Jungkook leaned his forehead against Yoongi’s.

“Oh, I don’t think that’s possible, baby boy.” Yoongi kissed his lips. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“Thank you.” Jungkook said, resting his head on Yoongi’s shoulder.

“You’re welcome, little prince.” Yoongi kissed his forehead. They cuddled for a while before Jimin. burst into the room.

“Hyung, they found her!”

#sub!reader #sub!taehyung #sub!jimin #sub!jungkook #switch!jin #dom!hoseok #dom!yoongi #dom!namjoon #bts #bts ot7 #bts smut #bts fluff #bts x reader #boys with luv #soulmate au #danger #bts angst

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Just One Day

Part 11 of the Boys with Luv series

Pairing: Reader x BTS, BTS x BTS

Summary: Someone from her past comes back

Warnings: Physical abuse, mental abuse, rape, swearing, kidnapping, hostage situation, suicidal thoughts

AN: Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist and what you think of the series so far :) I purple you guys! Also, happy FESTA!!

Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12

THE NEXT COUPLE OF CHAPTERS ARE GOING TO GET QUITE DARK SO IF YOU GET TRIGGERED BY ANY OF THE WARNINGS LISTED ABOVE PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION OR DON’T READ IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE

Jungkook stretched and hummed in his chair as he saved the last copy of the song he was working on, his shirt riding up, exposing his stomach to the air conditioning that was circulating crisp, cold air around the room. He preferred his studio to be quite cold while he was working late as it would keep him awake, to the point where he would lose track of time and would only go home because one of his hyungs told him to either by calling him incessantly until he picked up or actually dragging him out of his studio.

He grabbed his bag from the couch behind him and began packing everything up quickly, wanting nothing more than to cuddle with Y/N and love her with everything he had. He grabbed her phone and glanced at the time. It was just past midnight. His gorgeous girl had left just under two hours ago and he felt bad because he had promised he would be an hour at the most. He made sure everything was properly turned off and logged out. He pushed his chair back under his desk with his foot before moving out of the studio and locking the door behind him.

He knew that when he got home everyone would be asleep. They normally stayed up until everyone was home, but if Y/N had told the others that he was close behind then they would have gone to bed, knowing that he would be back soon. He said a quick goodbye to the night guards before moving into the parking lot and getting into his car.

He drove quickly but carefully back. The streets of Seoul were quite quiet since it was the middle of the night, but it was something Jungkook found quite relaxing. He loved the glimmering of the streetlights and neon shop lights against the dark sky. There were no stars tonight - it was too cloudy, but Seoul made up for that, the lights on the tips of the skyscrapers becoming artificial stars. He wanted to take Y/N out for a date like this, driving through Seoul and then eating junk food on the hood of his car somewhere secluded while looking at the sky and scenery, enjoying each other’s presence. He would do that with her soon, when his schedule wasn’t as hectic.

He pulled into the underground parking lot of the group’s flat and jogged to their apartment, not being able to keep away from his gorgeous girl any longer. He needed her in his arms.

He unlocked the door and toed off his shoes, instantly being met with the sight of his hyungs sat together in the living room and no Y/N in sight.

“Where the hell have you been?” Yoongi asked, getting up and embracing the boy before taking hold of his ear and twisting it. Jungkook yelped in pain.

“I was in the Golden Closet. Didn’t Y/N tell you?” Jungkook moved to cup his ear to help with the pain but Yoongi stopped his hand. “Speaking of, where is my gorgeous girl?”

“We thought she was with you, Kook.” Hoseok replied.

“But she left before me, like two hours ago. Sejin-ssi picked her up. She said she would come straight here, hyung.” Jungkook explained, biting at his thumb nervously. His head was instantly filled with negative thoughts. Which if their car had been hijacked by saesangs? What if they had been in an accident?

“Jungkook!” Yoongi yelled, getting his attention. “I asked you a question?”

“I’m sorry, hyung, I didn’t hear you, can you please repeat it?” Jungkook took a shaky breath, feeling himself on the verge of a panic attack.

“I said are you sure Sejin-ssi picked her up?” Yoongi repeated himself.

“I don’t know, I think so. He did text me saying he had got her.” Jungkook collapsed on one of the sofas, holding his head in his hands. “Hyung, what if they got in an accident? What if a saesang intercepted the car?”

“Hey, hey, Yoongi hyung, calm down, you’re scaring him.” Namjoon said, putting his hands on the older’s shoulders and sitting him down. “Okay, now, Kook you need to calm down, okay? Don’t panic.” He noticed the maknae’s breathing speeding up and tears streaming down his face.

“I should have left with her when she said she was tired. I shouldn’t have stayed later. I just wanted to finish the song. It was me who suggested it.” Namjoon sighed and sat down, pulling the younger boy onto his lap.

“How about we call her? It’s most likely that she asked Sejin to stop for ice cream or something like that. You know how much of a sweet tooth she has.” Namjoon suggested, rubbing the maknae’s back to calm him down. He hated seeing him this upset.

“We can’t call her. She left her phone.” Jungkook said. “I should have followed her. I should have chased after her and given it to her when I realised she had left it. I’m a terrible boyfriend.” More tears poured down his face, his doll-like lips becoming pouted.

“Hey, no, you aren’t. We’ll just call Sejin, okay.” Namjoon reassured him. “Jungkook, you are not a terrible boyfriend. You are amazing. She loves you so much.” Namjoon looked over to the rest of the members. “One of you call Sejin-ssi. I’m going to get Kookie some comfortable clothes and then try and calm him down, okay?”

“I’ll call him.” Jimin volunteered, pulling out his phone. He tapped a few things on the screen and put the call on speaker. The ringing tone filled the room for a few moments before someone picked up. “Sejin-ssi?”

It was silent before someone spoke. Someone who was definitely not Sejin. “Hmm, no, how about you try again?” The person replied, making Jimin look up at his hyungs with wide eyes.

“Who is this? Why do you have Sejin’s phone?” Yoongi asked, his voice firm and serious. There was a chuckle from the other end of the phone and a noise that sounded like a whimper of pain.

“I’m surprised she didn’t tell you about me. I used to be her one and only and know she walks around acting like a little whore with not one but seven men and I need to correct that.” The man sounded menacing. Jungkook gulped and looked at Yoongi, his doe eyes full of fear. Yoongi looked like he was ready to murder someone, and Jungkook knew that he was going to take the main brunt of his anger.

“Jackson?” Yoongi had no emotion in his voice. This happened when he was really scared or really angry. It was like his body shut down any way he could be seen as weak.

“Jackson stop! Please!” They heard you beg. Jungkook bit his lip, not wanting to hear his girlfriend being hurt and not being able to do anything about it.

“I never said you could speak, stupid bitch.” There was a slap and a stifled shout. “Wish I could speak longer but I have some things to do.”

“Wait, jagiya, we’re coming to find you. We’re not giving up on you. We love you.” Yoongi shouted just before the call was ended. There was a beep. Jimin shouted in frustration and threw his phone across the room.

“This is all my fault.” Jungkook whispered to himself.

“Damn right it is!” Yoongi shouted, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him up. “Why would you not go with her? How could you let her go by herself! What the actual fuck, Jungkook!”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think-”

“You never do! You only do what you want to do! You’re so selfish, Jeon Jungkook!” Yoongi was seething. Jungkook gulped. “Your sorry doesn’t fix anything! She is gone! She is back with that pathetic excuse for a man and is probably not going to make it! You know what she told me? If she was ever with Jackson again, she was going to kill herself! So tell me, Jungkook, what are you going to do? You’ve sent her down the river to her death! Because of you, she’s going to die!”

“Hyung!” Namjoon yelled, making Yoongi drop Jungkook. The maknae skittered away. There was a slam and then silence. “What the hell are you doing? You know how sensitive he is!” Namjoon was angry.

“Jackson has her, Joon. He intercepted Sejin and kidnapped her. He was beating her on the phone.” Yoongi’s voice was shaky. “And it’s all Jungkook’s fault. He should have left with her. He knows that Jackson is out there!”

“How the hell would Jungkook have known Jackson would have the balls to do something like this?” Namjoon asked with an edge to his voice. “He called Sejin to make sure she wasn’t walking home by herself! If he really didn’t care about her, he would have let her make her own way home.”

“If he cared about her, he would have taken her home himself!” Yoongi wasn’t having any of it. In his eyes, Jungkook was at fault here.

“Look, you’re angry and scared. We all are. But that does not give us the right to argue with each other. We need to stick together if we want to get her back.” Namjoon said, remaining calm. He had to. If he fell apart, they all fell apart. “You need to go and cool off. Go to your room and calm yourself down, and then you need to apologise to Jungkook. You’re his hyung, Yoon, and he needs you right now.”

Yoongi looked at his younger member and sighed. Namjoon was right. They couldn’t afford to be arguing with each other. It would make everything a whole lot worse.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” Yoongi’s voice was quiet.

“Come on, hyungie. I think you need some Jiminie cuddles.” A small hand took his and pulled him up to his room. “Namjoon hyung, can you call the police, please.” Namjoon pointed to his phone and nodded.

Jimin lay down on Yoongi’s bed and opened his arms. “I’m the big spoon this time.” He said. Yoongi nodded and climbed onto the bed, settling into Jimin’s arms. It was then he allowed the wall to come down and dissolved into tears.

“She said she was going to kill herself, Min.” Yoongi sobbed. “She said she wouldn’t be able to handle being with him for any longer. I don’t. I can’t deal with losing her. I won’t be able to deal with losing her.”

“It will be okay, hyung. Joonie hyung is on the phone with the police now and since he has Sejin’s phone, they will be able to track it and see where they are. PD-nim had a tracker installed into the phone that can’t be turned off in case Sejin ever got kidnapped or we did. They’ll find her.”

“Yes, but if they find her, will they actually find her, or will she just be the shell of herself?” Yoongi said, resting the side of his head on Jimin’s chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

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Silence. Darkness. Pain.

The never ending cycle that Y/N was going through. Whatever Jackson had used to knock her out had caused the worse headache. It throbbed, each wave of pain being stronger than the last. She winced as she came around.

Her eyes felt like they were glued together. She tried to open them, but failed. Her eyelids felt too heavy. She also knew that if she opened them she would be faced with the impending doomed reality she was forced to deal with. The reality where she was back with Jackson and had been ripped away from her happy life with her boys.

It was then the most horrible thought flashed through her mind. What if it had all been a dream? What if she had made it all up? Those months where all her fear for Jackson had fizzled out, thinking she was safe? It was a false sense of security. In what world would BTS, the biggest boygroup in the world, be her soulmates? In what world would she deserve seven soulmates? There would only be one way to test if it was real. She had to open her eyes and see if everything was greyscale or full color.

She tried to open her eyes again, but failed. Had he glued her eyes shut? She reached up and felt along her eyelashes. It was crusty but it wasn’t sticky. She pried open her eyelids, pulling them apart with her fingers. She hissed slightly.

Her eyelids were unstuck now, but she didn’t want to open her eyes. She didn’t want to open them if the past months had just been a dream. Just open them Y/N, she thought to herself, just open them. You never know.

“Please don’t be grey. Please don’t be grey.” She whispered to herself, gingerly opening her eyes.

She looked around, realising that she was back in that bedroom. Her mother’s lamp was still on the bedside table, although there was a small dark brown stain on it now. Dark brown. That was a color. She breathed a sigh of relief. At least one thing was going well.

“Look who’s up.” A voice drawled. She looked over to the door and saw Jackson lounging against the frame, a belt idly swinging between his fingers. She gulped.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” She glared at him, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in her head.

“Because I love you and you love me.” Jackson shrugged. “You belong with me, not with them.”

“I don’t love you, Jackson. I haven’t for a long while.” She spat.

Jackson gasped animatedly. “Someone has some nerve talking to me like that. Where are your manners? Guess I need to teach you again. Kneel and face the bed.”

Y/N ignored him, trying to stand up to him and show him that she wasn’t weak anymore and that she knew her worth and wasn’t scared of him. He slapped the belt across her face. Thankfully he was holding the buckle, but the impact still hurt. She cried out as he pulled her up by her hair and forced her into a kneeling position.

“Listen to me, stupid bitch.” He hit her harshly with the belt. “Just a few months away from me and all your training is gone. Looks like I’ll just have to be harsher with you.” He added a few more hits before throwing his belt somewhere else in the room. “Get on the bed.” He pulled her up by her hair, making her hiss in pain. “Now if you make a sound, I will make this so much worse for you.” He threatened.

Y/N gulped and nodded, allowing him to force her into a position on the bed. Her back and shoulders hurt so much. He forced her onto her hands and knees. He groaned. “Now that is a sight I have missed.” He rubbed his hands over her ass.

Y/N’s heartbeat sped up and her breathing quickened. Was he about to rape her? She tried to move away from him, but he grabbed onto her hips. “Stop!” He shouted, hitting her back over one of the open wounds from his belt. She cried out and crumpled forwards. He pressed his hips against her. “See how much I’ve missed you.” He was hard against her. She didn’t want this.

“Get away from me. Don’t. Please don’t.”

“I said no talking!” A harsh smack to her inner thigh followed before he ripped off her panties. She silently scolded herself for wearing a skirt. If she had been wearing jeans she would have been able to fight against this better. She would have had more time. She sobbed as she heard him push his jeans down. Before he could do anything to her, a phone started ringing.

“Fuck sake.” He groaned, answering it as he stroked over her lower back and thighs.

“Sejin-ssi?” It was Jimin. Y/N felt some relief flood through her body. She knew that Sejin had an unremovable tracker built into his phone that could not be switched off and she knew Jackson had no knowledge of it. Jackson dug his nails into her skin before he spoke.

“Hmm, no, how about you try again?” Jackson smirked, knowing he had full power here.

“Who is this? Why do you have Sejin’s phone?” Yoongi sounded angry. Y/N knew that he was not going to rest until he found her.

Jackson set the phone down and whispered into Y/N’s ear. “If you say one thing, I will kill you.” He threatened. “Now, shut up and be good.” He chuckled as he picked up the phone, pushing into the poor girl. She whimpered, the dry friction hurting her.

“I’m surprised she didn’t tell you about me. I used to be her one and only and know she walks around acting like a little whore with not one but seven men and I need to correct that.” Jackson rolled his hips against her, making her bury her head and cry. She didn’t know if they could hear her.

“Jackson?” Yoongi figured it out, but Y/N had just switched off. She hated this. She wanted out.

“Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner.” Jackson said snarkily. “I didn’t think your boyfriends were this dumb, but maybe they were in order to actually fall in love with someone like you.” He reached down and grabbed his belt again. “Maybe you lured them in like the little slut you are. Desperate for attention and sex.” He brought the leather down against her skin, this time not holding the buckle. She felt the metal tear open her skin, leaving fresh wounds that would sometimes go over the ones he had already done. It hurt so much. Y/N just wanted it to be over. She couldn’t do this again. He hit her again, making her scream out in pain.

“Jackson, stop! Please!” She yelled, her hands curling in the sheets to relieve some of the pain.

“I never said you could speak, stupid bitch.” Jackson slapped her before grabbing his belt and wrapping it around her neck tightly. She could feel her air supply being cut off. She released a stifled scream, clawing at the leather around her neck. “Wish I could speak longer but I have some things to do.” He said into the phone.

Before he could hang up, Y/N heard Yoongi talking directly to her. “Wait, jagiya, we’re coming to find you. We’re not giving up on you. We love you.”

“Yoongi! I love you all too!” She yelled but Jackson had cut the call.

“Now... where were we?” He sounded menacing. Y/N sobbed as she felt him begin to move.

But now she had that small glimmer of hope that they would be able to find her. One day she would be out of here and she held onto that. For them.

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thisbeatchachinglikemoney · 3 years

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Tomorrow

Part 10 of the Boys with Luv series

Pairing: Reader x BTS, BTS x BTS

Summary: Someone from her past comes back

Warnings: Kidnapping, smut

AN: Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist and what you think of the series so far :) I purple you guys! Also, how do you guys like the new theme?

Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11

3rd person POV:

A light giggle reached Namjoon’s ears as he turned the corner, heading towards the kitchen. A soft smile spread across his face as he thought of the maknaes of the group were playing around with each other as they normally did. They were going in to work today to film their dance practice video for Black Swan, the video for which had come out a few days ago. Y/N was coming with them as well - since the incident with Jackson at the amusement park a few months ago, they were hesitant to leave her alone. She was always with at least one of them since their schedule hadn’t been that busy, but today they were all called in, so she was going with them.

Namjoon paused when he saw the door to the kitchen was left closed. It was never closed - Jin liked having it open so that everyone was able to smell what he was cooking and enter and exit whenever they liked. He claimed it was because the kitchen was the heart of the home, which Namjoon couldn’t really argue with, he knew how much all the members liked to eat, especially the younger ones. Hoseok had had to adapt to eating quickly just so he wouldn’t have his food stolen by the little vultures.

He shrugged, pushing it open. Maybe Jin just wanted some peace and quiet. As the door opened, something cold and wet and sticky poured on his head, making him yell out in surprise. The giggles became louder, turning into full-blown laughs. He could recognize the dulcet tones of Jungkook’s laugh mixed with the deepness of Taehyung’s and the bell-like sounds of Y/N and Jimin’s. He growled under his breath. So the little brats wanted to pull pranks today?

“Come out, you four! I know you’re behind this!” He shouted, making the giggling stop abruptly and four sets of footsteps thunder away, the sound of feet against the wooden floor fading as they got further from him. He rolled his eyes. “Little brats.” He sighed before turning around and going to shower again to get rid of whatever they had dumped on him.

A similar thing happened to Hoseok as he was coming out of his room. Or trying to come out of his room. The handle to his door was tied to the handle of the bathroom opposite. The bathroom that Namjoon happened to be heading towards to shower. Namjoon heard his hyung banging on his bedroom door, yelling to be let out. He frowned when he saw the string connecting the two door handles.

In Namjoon’s opinion, Hoseok was the worst dom to piss off. When he got angry, it was borderline scary, but Namjoon also found it extremely hot. The way Hoseok’s jaw set and his nostrils flared slightly as his eyebrows knitted together made Namjoon feel things.

“Anyone? Let me out!” Hoseok yelled. Namjoon quickly got to work untying the knotted rope, his fingers swiftly unravelling the simple knots.

“Hyung, you can get out now!” Namjoon shouted so Hoseok could hear him. The door opened and Hoseok flew into Namjoon’s arms before he could even say hello.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He said, hugging the younger member tightly. He sniffed and recoiled with a look of disgust. “Why are you all sticky?”

“Someone had booby-trapped the kitchen door and this got poured on me when I walked in.” Namjoon explained. “I suspect it was the same person that tied your door shut.” He theorised. “I was going to go and shower. Want to join?” He offered.

“Only if I can suck your dick.” Hoseok bargained, making Namjoon smile at him, dimples showing. “But first you need to get rid of all of this...” He gestured to the sticky substance covering Namjoon’s head and shoulders. “Whatever it is.”

“Of course I will, sunshine. And I’ll get you off too. I know you can’t wait to have my fingers inside that little ass of yours.” Namjoon flirted. Hoseok was more of a power bottom. He would happily ride Jungkook or Jimin until they were begging him to let them cum, or he would let Namjoon or Yoongi fuck him while the subs were watching, just to show them what they were missing out on if they were being punished.

Before the pair could enter the bathroom, a loud yell echoed throughout the house. They turned around and saw Jin emerging from one of the other bathrooms, his blond hair dripping. Wait, blond?

“Hyung, what happened to your hair?” Namjoon asked, attempting to hide the smile that was threatening to spread on his face.

“One of you brats put hair bleach in my shampoo.” Jin gestured to his hair with a frown on his face, full lips pulling into a pout.

“So that’s three of us who have been pranked today.” Hoseok said. “It’s definitely the maknaes.”

“Is that why you are covered in some sticky brown stuff?” Jin asked, looking at Namjoon distastefully.

“Yup. And also why I got locked in my room this morning.” Hoseok added. “And no, Jimin wasn’t there when I woke up.” Since Jimin and Hoseok shared a room, they were the ones who usually slept next to each other and cuddled together on most nights. Sometimes Taehyung would join in if Yoongi was in the studio, perfecting his songs.

“When I get my hands on them...” Jin shook his fist as he walked into his and Yoongi’s room, probably to complain to his roommate after waking him up.

“Now, where were you?” Namjoon pulled Hoseok in by the waist and locked their lips together, kicking the bathroom door shut behind them.

After a refreshing shower and some much needed venting, the eldest members of the group were waiting in the van. Yoongi checked the time on his watch and sighed.

“If they don’t hurry up, let’s just leave without them.” He said. “Otherwise we’ll all be late.”

“We’ll give them five more minutes.” Namjoon said, not wanting to get just the youngest ones into trouble. About three minutes later, Jungkook came running to the car, his face full of terror.

“Kookie, what’s wrong?” Hoseok asked, pulling the scared boy onto his lap.

“I-It’s Y/N, we can’t find her!” He said, looking up at Hoseok, his doe eyes wide and pleading. “We have to find her! What if Jackson got her?!”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. We’ll find her!” Hoseok said, wiping the tears off Jungkook’s cheeks with his thumb. Yoongi was already hurtling out the car, yelling Y/N’s name. Fear was coursing through his veins at the thought of his jagiya being taken by that horrible excuse of a human being. For all he knew, she could be tied up in his basement somewhere while he raped her and abused her. He shivered at the thought.

“Y/N!!” He yelled, bursting through the door. “Come out, jagiya, please!” He begged.

Little did he know that Y/N and Taehyung were hidden in one of the bathrooms, hands cupping their mouths to suppress your giggles. She did feel a little bad about pulling this prank, but this was something that she needed to forget and sometimes the best way to forget something is to make it into something funny so that you only have positive memories of it. It was also extremely unlikely that it would happen to her anyway. There was no way Jackson would ever be able to get to her, not with the increased security the boys had arranged since the Disney incident.

“Y/N, please!” Yoongi yelled, his voice cracking again. Y/N felt a pang in her heart, feeling slightly guilty.

“I don’t think this is such a good idea.” She whispered to Taehyung.

“Let’s just walk out of here and pretend we know nothing about the prank.” Taehyung suggested. “That way he won’t get too mad.”

“Okay.” She nodded. “But I want a kiss.” Taehyung smirked and leaned down connecting their lips, nipping at her bottom lip and licking at her mouth. She groaned as memories of the night before filled her mind. Her and Taehyung had finally made love to each other and it was perfect. He was perfect. He felt amazing and had made her feel like the only girl in the world.

He placed a few more kisses to her lips before taking hold of her hand. “Come on, before we get in trouble.” He said, pulling her out of the bathroom. They still had plans to drop all honorifics once they got to the studio, so there were still chances to prank, but this one just didn’t feel right.

“Where have you been?” Yoongi engulfed Y/N into a hug as soon as he caught sight of her. “I thought he had got you again.” Y/N felt tears wetting her shoulder. They had gone too far.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you.” She apologized, rubbing Yoongi’s back up and down. “I’m so sorry.”

Yoongi sniffled in her neck, holding her tighter. Taehyung had gone down to the van to let everyone know that she had been found. “I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if he had got you. Especially since you said you wouldn’t be able to survive it this time. I wouldn’t have been able to go on knowing that you were going to kill yourself.”

“Yoon, I promise you, he’s not going to find me. There is so much security it’s impossible for him to even look at me for longer than one second without being taken away.” She reassured him. “Please, don’t cry. I’m here. I’m okay.”

“I love you so much.” Yoongi whispered, kissing her neck gently. “I love you so much that I would not be able to survive without you.”

“I know, Yoongi. I know. I love you too. So much.” Y/N said, running her fingers through his hair. “Please stop crying.” She lifted his head and wiped away the tears falling from his eyes. He leaned into her hands, his blond hair tickling the tips of her fingers. His eyes were puffy and filled with sadness. “See, I’m okay.”

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“I am your hyung, you little brat!” Jin yelled at Jungkook, who had refused to call him hyung the entire time they were at dance practice. “I am older than you.” Jungkook’s lips spread into a small bunny smile as a light giggle tumbled out. “Aish, you’re so getting punished later. Wait until your other hyungs hear about this.”

“Jimin hyung!” Jungkook called out, trying to dodge Jin’s ensnaring arms. “Help!”

“What are you doing to the poor maknae, Seokjin?” Jimin asked, cocking his head to the side slightly.

“Not you too.” Jin sighed. He looked over to where Yoongi and Hoseok were rehearsing their part of the dance, letting his eyes move over to where Namjoon was cuddled up with Y/N and Taehyung, who had their hands joined on his chest. “Both of you are such brats. I’m in half a mind to bend you both over right now and spank you until you can’t sit down.” He hissed. There was no staff in the room since it was their lunch break and all the cameras were off so he could get away with it.

“I wouldn’t complain if you did.” Jimin shrugged, letting his masochistic side show.

“Ever the little masochist, hmm, Jimin-ah.” Jin observed, reaching up and tugging on Jimin’s hair, causing a quiet moan to fall from the younger’s lips. “Go eat, you two. I’ll deal with you both later.” He said, sending them away with harsh swats on their asses.

The pair walked over to where Namjoon, Taehyung and Y/N had received the food they had ordered, with Jin following a few seconds later.

“Yoongi, Seokie, come on, lunch!” Taehyung yelled, catching the attention of the two who were rehearsing. They glanced at each other before coming over, Yoongi pulling Y/N onto his lap as he sat down and Hoseok grabbing Taehyung.

“Now, baby boy.” Hoseok said. “Is there any reason you didn’t call us hyung?” He asked, his voice low and menacing. Taehyung shrugged and ate some noodles, not answering Hoseok properly. He and Yoongi shared a glance, silently confirming that Taehyung would be being punished later.

“Joon, can you pass me the kimchi please?” Y/N asked, making Namjoon narrow his eyes slightly as he passed the box of kimchi to her. It was then Jin sighed.

“We have four bratty subs today.” Jin said. “Maybe we should do something about it.”

“Hmm, maybe.” Yoongi said, stroking his hand up Y/N’s bare thigh under her skirt. “Or maybe we should leave them in suspense until we get back.” His hand ghosted over the front of her panties before pulling away, making her let out a shaky breath.

“I like that idea.” Hoseok said, sliding his hand into Taehyung’s pants, making the younger boy toss his head back and cry out. “Get them all worked up and then leave them like that. Poor babies might be hard during the filming. Imagine what ARMY would think, seeing their maknaes all hard and on show.” He pushed down the hem of Taehyung’s trousers and pulled out his cock that was already hard.

“Oh look he’s dripping already. How pathetic.” Namjoon sighed as he moved Jungkook’s hips over his thigh, causing the youngest to moan out every so often, his toes curling as he straddled his hyung. Taehyung whimpered as Hoseok pressed his thumb down on the head of his dick.

“I think we should edge them for a bit.” Jin suggested, turning Jimin onto his front and pulling down his sweatpants so his ass was on show. “No underwear? Such a little slut.” He said, spanking Jimin. The younger let out a moan at the contact, his nails scrabbling on the wooden floor. Jin frowned as he caught sight of some pink plastic nestled between his ass cheeks. “Oh, what’s this.” He pulled Jimin’s cheeks apart, revealing the plug he had in his ass. “Oh, was a certain baby playing with himself without our permission?”

“He definitely deserves spanks, Jin hyung.” Yoongi spoke up, his fingers moving in and out of Y/N’s pussy steadily. Every so often she would clench around him or attempt to close her legs which were held open by his arms. “Okay, lie down, I’m eating you out.” He said, allowing Y/N to reposition herself. Yoongi got himself comfy between her legs before he dove in, sucking and licking as much as he could. Y/N moaned out, making him smirk as he sucked her clit and dragged his teeth over it.

“Yoongi, oh my god.” She cried out, her hands knotting in his hair.

“Fuck, baby girl, you look so pretty.” Hoseok crooned, speeding up his movements on Taehyung’s cock. The boy was letting out high pitched whines at the friction and pressure, his hips twisting and turning as a result of the pleasure. “But you know that is not his name, hmm?”

“Master please.” The girl begged. Yoongi chuckled, his fingers brushing over the base of the plug he had pushed inside her that morning after he had fucked her ass.

“I need to fuck her. Let’s just fuck them.” Yoongi groaned, resting his forehead on Y/N’s abdomen.

“Okay.” Namjoon agreed. “Hobi hyung, give me Tae and then you can give Koo here the ride of his life.” Hoseok handed over Taehyung in exchange for the maknae, immediately pulling down his pants and jerking him off a bit.

“You know what, Jiminie, I think I’m going to ride you as well. That little ass doesn’t deserve to be fucked, hmm?” Jin chided the younger boy, flipping him over so he was lying on his back. Jin bit back a fond smile at how pretty Jimin looked, cheeks flushed red and eyes unfocused.

“No, hyung, please, I...” Jimin looked up at Jin with pleading, shining eyes.

“You what, slut?” Jin asked, tugging at Jimin’s nipples, pinching the darker skin between his thumb and finger. Jimin whined, his hips bucking up, earning a swat on his inner thigh. “I didn’t say you could move.”

“’M sorry, hyungie, jus’ wanna be filled.” Jimin begged. “Please, wan’ feel your big cock.”

“Hmm, I don’t know, Jimin, I think your ass is filled plenty.” Jin said, fingers trailing down to twist the base of the plug and begin thrusting it out of Jimin’s hole.

“Please, please, please.” Jimin begged, pouting.

“Fine. But only because you asked so nicely.” Jin obliged, tugging the plug out of Jimin’s ass, realizing how big it was. “You managed to fit all of this inside you with your little fingers stretching you out.” The plug was quite thick - one of the thickest Jin had ever seen. Jimin nodded, but Jin narrowed his eyes, not believing him. “Who helped you?” He asked. Jimin whined, pushing his hips down to let Jin’s tip breach his hole. “No, no cock until you tell us.” He said. The other doms were now watching the pair intrigued, knowing that their sub would have to be punished also if they were involved.

“Was TaeTae.” Jimin whispered.

“Ah, so our little baby helped stretch you out.” Jin said, glancing over at Taehyung who had paled slightly.

“Minnie, we promised no snitching!” Taehyung whined. “You, me and Kookie.”

“So Jungkook was also involved.” Namjoon sighed. “You know, we were going to go a bit easier on you, but since you three decided to break two rules instead of one, you’re definitely not cumming. At least not until the rest of us have. And you three know how much stamina I have.” Namjoon wrapped a hand around Taehyung’s throat and squeezed gently, making the younger boy moan out.

“Looks like our baby girl is the only good one.” Hobi smiled, stroking Y/N’s cheek as Yoongi gently pulled her plug out. “Did she also...?” He trailed off, but Yoongi shook his head with a small laugh.

“No, we’ve been prepping her for a while now and I fucked her ass this morning. She loved it, didn’t you jagiya?” Yoongi said softly. Y/N nodded, gasping when she felt Yoongi’s fingers inside her, spreading the lube. “So sensitive.”

“What about the other three?” Hoseok asked, hissing as he pushed another finger into himself.

“Have they all got plugs in?” Jin asked, positioning Jimin so his ass was stuck up in the air. Hoseok shrugged and pulled down Jungkook’s sweatpants, clicking his tongue when he saw the flared base.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Hoseok pulled it out, showing it to everyone else. “Looks like some of our subs have been having a lot of fun without us.”

“Tae baby has one too.” Namjoon announced. “Naughty boys.” He said, smacking Tae’s ass, watching as the flesh jiggled and started to turn red. “Pass me the lube, hyung.” He held out a hand and caught the bottle, squirting it all over his cock and Taehyung’s hole. “I’m not going easy on you, pup.” He warned before pushing in, making Tae cry out.

The sound of skin slapping and moaning filled the room as all the subs were fucked. Y/N was the first to cum, not used to the feeling of being fucked in the ass just yet, but Yoongi coaxed her through it with gentle rubs on her clit. He was soon to follow, pulling out of her after he came and praising her as he kissed and hugged her. Hoseok was next, his cum painting Jungkook’s tanned abs in white streaks, making the younger moan again. Hoseok collected some of the cum and pushed his fingers into Jungkook’s mouth. Jin was next and eventually Namjoon.

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Y/N hummed as she curled up on Jungkook’s lap. She had decided to stay and keep him company as he worked on his new song that was going to be released for Festa.

“Are you feeling sleepy?” Jungkook asked, stroking her side.

“Just a little.” She admitted, resting her head on his shoulder. Jungkook hummed and took hold of her hand. She traced the tattoos on his hand. He had gotten her initials tattooed on his thumb, just above his wrist and his 0613 tattoo. “It’s me.” She said softly, taking hold of his hand and holding it in front of her face. “And TaeTae, and Joonie, and Jinnie, and Minnie, and Hobi, and Yoonie.” She traced each of the letters across his knuckles.

“You have a thing for tattoos, don’t you?” Jungkook said as he clicked on some buttons. It was hard for him to do all this one-handed, but he was happy that she was happy.

“I have a thing for your tattoos.” Y/N corrected, pushing up his hoodie sleeve and tracing his other tattoos. She yawned, resting her head on his shoulder and dropping his hand onto her lap.

“If you’re tired gorgeous, you can go home. I can call our manager to drop you off.” Jungkook suggested.

“Don’t want to leave you though.” She pouted, making Jungkook chuckle. “You’ll be lonely.”

“Yes, but it will only be for a little bit. I will be an hour tops and then I will come home and we can cuddle all night.” He said. “You can go if you want to. I just don’t want you to fall asleep here and hurt your neck or back from not having a proper bed. Look, I’ll call manager Sejin and get him to drive you back to the dorm, okay?”

“Okay.” Y/N agreed. She was really tired, especially from all that they had done during the day. Although, she was proud to admit she had learned the choreography to Black Swan through Jimin’s teaching. “Can I have your hoodie?” She asked, sliding off Jungkook’s lap.

“Of course you can.” Jungkook slipped off his hoodie, leaving him in a white tshirt. Y/N stared at his tattoo sleeve, hands itching to trace each tattoo. There were still a few gaps where the tattoo wasn’t completely finished, but Y/N loved it.

“Thank you.” She pulled his hoodie on, inhaling the scent of his perfume as well as his fabric softner. She was about to leave, when Jungkook cleared his throat.

“Excuse me, but I think you are forgetting something.” He tapped his lips. Y/N leaned down and kissed him gently. “I love you, gorgeous.” He said once they pulled away.

“I love you too, KooKoo.” She replied. “I’ll see you at home. I’ll be waiting for my cuddles.” She said. Jungkook chuckled as she left, her trainers making a tapping sound against the floor. He looked down and saw she had left her phone. He debated chasing after her for a second, but decided against it, knowing he would see her again at the dorm so would give it to her then. Little did he know, that this would be one of the biggest mistakes in his life.

Y/N hummed to herself as she walked down to the lobby of the BigHit building to wait for Sejin. She went to busy herself with her phone, but when she reached into her pocket, she realized it was still in the Golden Closet. Before she could go back to Jungkook to grab it, she heard someone say her name.

“Miss Y/N? Sejin-ssi sent me to pick you up and bring you back to the dorm.” A man dressed in all black said. He was wearing a black mask, so Y/N couldn’t see his face very well, but his eyes and voice seemed to ring a bell. She brushed it off, thinking it was just one of the employees who Sejin was very close with.

“Okay, let’s go, shall we?” She smiled, slipping on her mask as she followed him into the parking lot. The man lead her towards a black Mercedes that had tinted windows. It definitely seemed like a manager’s car, but she remembered Jungkook telling her that Sejin drove a Hyundai. She bit her lip, feeling unease settling in her stomach.

“I’ve just realised that I left my phone, is it okay if I run back and grab it quickly?” She asked, knowing that she could run towards the lobby and tell them that there was someone slightly dodgy in the parking lot and then go back to Jungkook.

“No, you can’t. We only have a small amount of time to drop you back before we have somewhere to be.” The man said. Y/N bit the inside of her cheek and nodded.

“O-Okay.” She gulped. She was about to turn on her heel and run back when someone grabbed her around the waist and hauled her into the car. “Help! Someone help!” She screamed as she was pushed into the backseat of the car. Her mask was pulled down by someone next to her. “Let me go, please, let me go.” She cried.

“You know, I forgot how pretty you looked when you cried.” An extremely familiar voice said.

“J-Jackson.” She bit her lip and tried the door handle to see if she could get out.

“Yeah, don’t do that.” Jackson tutted before pressing a wet cloth over her mouth and nose. “I’ve finally got you back, I’m not letting you go again.” Her vision faded to black with the thought that she would never get to see her soulmates ever again.

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The sound of an approaching car pulled Jimin from his daydream, making him painfully aware of the heat causing his skin to stick to his bedsheets and the weight of his best friend, Taehyung, on his chest. He huffed, knowing exactly what the sound of the car meant. His father’s new apprentice was here, and he still had not finished moving his clothes into his new room for the summer. The tiny, cramped storage room which his parents had somehow managed to refurbish into a single bedroom. This room and his own bedroom shared a common bathroom with wooden doors separating them. The doors were slightly ruined now considering how old the house was, being covered in cracks.

He stroked Taehyung’s hair, causing the younger seventeen-year-old to hum. Tae was half asleep, the humidity of the summer air causing him to become drowsy. Jimin could not help but smile at the cute sound that came out of his mouth. Taehyung was also from Korea, like Jimin was, but his family had moved to Italy when he was around eleven. Jimin remembers the day they met. It had been Taehyung’s first summer away from his friends and he was so excited to be able to properly communicate with someone in his mother tongue. Throughout the years, Jimin had taught Taehyung how to speak both French and Italian, allowing them to communicate with each other without anyone overhearing. It was like their own secret language.

Jimin had grown up in a family that had been well-versed in languages. His mother had been able to speak German, Italian and Korean. His grandfather was Korean, while his grandmother came from Europe, her parents being German and Italian, so they had passed their multiple languages down onto their child. His father spoke French as well as Korean, but since both his parents were Korean, he had taught himself how to speak French. It amazed Jimin just how smart his parents were. Jimin could fluently speak Italian, French and Korean. His German was still a bit questionable – he could understand it and write it perfectly, it was just the pronunciation of the words that confused him sometimes.

“I need to go and sort out my clothes and bring them back here.” Jimin said softly. Taehyung nodded and allowed the older boy to sit up and stretch before making his way to his own bedroom, his bare feet padding against the wooden floor. He and Taehyung had been swimming in the lake a few hours before but when the slide of hands on bare, golden skin had become almost unbearable, they made their way back to the villa for some lazy making out, the warm summer breeze brushing over their skin as the soaked material of their swim shorts caused dark patches to form on the bed sheets.

The approaching car’s engine became louder as Jimin set his pile of clothes down on the empty chair by his desk. The desk looked out onto the grounds of his family’s villa, giving him perfect views of the peach trees and rolling grass hills that led towards the meadows and lake a few miles away. It was beautiful and calming – the perfect place for him to read or transcribe his music.

Jimin moved towards the window and looked down. A car pulled up below, blowing up clouds of dust that just missed the ledge of his window, which he was happy about. He didn’t want his lungs to be filled with those choking particles. As the car stopped at the main entrance, a young man stepped out of the car, wearing a billowy black shirt with an open collar, and sunglasses balanced on the bridge of his nose. Jimin frowned to himself. This one seemed different. He had an air of something that Jimin could just not put his finger on. He noticed his bare legs and saw that although they were skinny, they were well-defined with slight muscle.

He turned to Taehyung, pushing his fingers through his blond hair. “L’usurpateur.” He spoke in French. The usurper seemed like the perfect word to describe this man. He definitely seemed confident with himself. Taehyung jumped up to come and stand next to him, also looking down. Jimin could feel the heat radiating off his bare chest and smell the water of the lake as well as a hint of sweetness from the peaches they had consumed earlier.

Jungkook, the grandson of their gardener and handyman, appeared below followed by Jimin’s parents. Jungkook was around a year or so younger than Jimin, but he was already being trained by his grandfather to take over his job when he inevitable passed away. Jungsik was already in his late seventies but still seemed as fit as a fiddle – still being able to carry heavy machinery and fix the family car when needed, as well as ensuring that the peaches were harvested as well as the other crops that grew on the grounds. Jimin’s father, Jaehyun, was already in his fifties, but he was still a distinguished and vigorous gentleman, well versed in literature and classical music, and of course in his wife, Minjung, who was in her mid-forties. Jimin’s mother was kind and caring. She was always seen with a cigarette, but Jimin did not think anything of it. He would occasionally smoke himself when he was out with his friends. Coming to think of it, he hadn’t seen Hoseok, Namjoon and Seokjin yet. The five of them would always hang out, sometimes bringing Jungkook with him if he wasn’t too tired, going out to one of the local bars and dancing, drinking and smoking, enjoying each other’s company.

“Welcome! Welcome! Oh, my, you are much bigger than your picture.” Jaehyun greeted the newcomer. Jimin cringed. His father was always full of compliments, thinking that they were the way to make someone feel comfortable in their home, but from the way the man held himself, Jimin could tell he already had a huge ego that did not need to be inflated even more.

“Dove è Jimin?” Minjung asked her husband. Jimin’s eyes widened as he remembered that he had to be there to greet their guest and help him bring his luggage up to the room.

“Il faut que je descende.” Jimin brushed a hand through Taehyung’s hair before making his way towards the stairs while Taehyung changed into some clothes so he could cycle back home. Taehyung lived in the village, a few miles from the Park villa, but he would always cycle over to spend time with Jimin. It was just their friendship dynamic. Jimin’s mother had taken to calling them soulmates since they would do everything together, and would talk every day, even if they were in different countries. The phone bills were astronomical, but it was a sacrifice their parents were willing to make for the happiness of their sons.

At the end of the stairs, Jimin saw the apprentice being walked into his father’s study. Jimin loved spending time in the study, helping his father and reading his papers. There would also be times when Jimin would sit in his study and allow his father to just talk to him and explain what he was thinking, sometimes incorporating the roots of a word, just to fuel Jimin’s brain with more knowledge that he loved to take in.

Minjung saw Jimin approach and gestured towards the suitcases, pulling him from his train of thought.

“Aiuta Yoongi a portare le sue cose in camera tua.” Minjung ordered her son gently. So his name was Yoongi. It suited him. There was something alluring about Yoongi; it drew Jimin in like a fish to water, and that was confusing to Jimin. He never thought about any of his father’s apprentices in this way, he never allowed himself to, but there was something about Yoongi that was making him lose his self-control. Jimin shook his head as he entered his father’s study.

And there Yoongi was, lounging on the sofa, the exact place Jimin would sit, drinking a glass of fresh water. Even though he looked exhausted by the heat, Yoongi remained elegant and ethereal. He had removed his sunglasses and pushed them to the top of his head, causing strands of his dark brown, almost black, hair to stick up. His almond shaped eyes were piercing, and looked as though they had seen many things, lots of stories and knowledge were observed by them. Jimin wanted to hear every single thing. He wiped his palms on the material of his shorts which were still slightly damp as Jaehyun introduced the two formally.

“Jimin, Yoongi. Yoongi, Jimin.” Jaehyun said, allowing the two to shake hands. Yoongi’s hands were huge, engulfing Jimin’s small ones entirely, but that did not really surprise Jimin since he had quite small hands. Taehyung was constantly teasing Jimin about the size of his pinky, always comparing it to the size of his.

“Hello.” Jimin said softly.

“Hi.” Yoongi was non-committal which Jimin had to admit did hurt slightly. He wanted Yoongi to be taken aback by his looks. Jimin knew he was pretty. It was something he had always been confident in. He knew how enticing his plump lips were and how much his abs caused distraction whenever he was out with his friends playing volleyball or swimming in the lake So why did Yoongi not seem interested? Maybe it was his age, but Jimin did not care. Yoongi looked to be around twenty-five, but that eight-year age gap did not phase Jimin at all. If anything, it spurred him on even more.

“Make yourself at home. Our house is your house.” Jaehyun said to Yoongi, placing a hand on his shoulder as he left the study, presumably to find Minjung.

Jimin and Yoongi headed up the stairs together. Being the ever polite host, Jimin lunged for the heavy suitcase, allowing Yoongi to take the backpack. He didn’t have to know that Jimin had the ulterior motive of showing off his muscles, especially since he knew his well-defined biceps were pretty much completely visible under the shirt he was wearing.

“And my room is now your room. I’ll be next door.” Jimin explained, his bare feet making a small sound when they came into contact with the steps.

He smiled when they met Taehyung coming down the stairs. There were more introductions, Jimin revelling in the scent of Taehyung and Yoongi mixing. Taehyung always smelt like summer and peaches, whereas Yoongi had a slightly sharper smell of his cologne and the underlying hint of city. Jimin never thought that that would be a good mix, but he loved it, the sweet and sour scents working together harmoniously.

Taehyung kissed Yoongi on both cheeks, a common European greeting. Yoongi was curious about her and looked back as he continued to walk up the stairs. Jimin noticed this and swayed his hips slightly, knowing full well that Yoongi had a good view of his plump ass.

They entered Jimin’s, well now it was Yoongi’s, bedroom. Yoongi dropped his backpack and crashed onto the bed, exhausted. Jimin lay the suitcase next to the bed.

“We’re sharing the bathroom. It’s my only way out…” Jimin began, but Yoongi was not listening. He was already asleep, his lips parted as he breathed softly. Jimin longed to cuddle up in his arms, allowing himself to feel smaller and safe in his arms. He wanted Yoongi’s large hands to hold onto his waist, hold him down while they fucked. He wanted Yoongi to pound him into the mattress, making him cry from the immense amount of pleasure. Jimin lightly cleared his throat and walked out, closing the door that separated their two rooms. He wanted to leave before he did something stupid. He needed to be smart about this. But he knew one thing for certain, by the end of summer, Yoongi would be his.

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