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cybersex | myg

The whole point of being a phone sex hotline operator is that you’ll never have to meet your clients. So what are you supposed to do when you find out your favorite client is your brother’s best friend?

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 14,599

Genre/Trope: Brother's best friend, fluff, smut

Content Warning: Sex work, alcohol, attempt at humor, pet names, dirty talk, phone sex, mutual masturbation, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, car sex, blow jobs, creampie

A/N: Don’t judge me for the bad dirty talk 🥴 I'm way better now than I was then

What was Jai listening to? agust d - agust d // cyber sex - doja cat

It all started with a bottle of vodka and a Twilight drinking game. You were pretty good at holding your liquor, so you didn’t expect the night to end up with you passed out on the floor of your living room, your roommate using your butt as a pillow.

The mixed drink Harlow prepared for the two of you wasn’t half bad. Clearly, her time in bartending school had paid off, even though she never actually got a job as a bartender. Now the knowledge was merely a perk and the promise of a fun time. So sipping the fruity vodka cocktail was easy, but you hadn’t anticipated just how many times you would need to take a drink for every time Edward did something creepy that Bella found romantic, or when the CGI effects for vampires running were absolutely shit. Even every time a vampire hissed was a drinking rule that had you feeling woozy only a quarter of the way into the movie.

“How is this movie about teenagers?” Harlow slurred. She was slowly tilting closer to you, eventually leaning completely on your shoulder. “When I was a teenager I was playing Sims.”

“Bella should have stayed home and played Sims. She could have turned out alright,” you said with a nod, reaching towards the coffee table to take a shot because one of the vampires began sparkling. You definitely didn’t need another shot, though. And neither did Harlow.

“Exactly!” Harlow tossed her shot glass back and then slammed it onto the table. “These days teenagers are fucking doing meth and cybersexing.”

“Cybersexing? Is that the verb for it?” You smirked at your roommate, prodding her in the ribs.

“Shut up! I’m gonna look it up.” She swatted your hand away and pulled out her phone. “Damn. We could make good money doing this. Look, you can make like $35 an hour.” She rested her head on your shoulder and stuck her phone in your face. It was a Cosmo article about “inside the life of a phone sex operator” - journalism at its finest.

“That is a lot of money for not having to leave the apartment…” Despite the tacky pinks and cursive font of the article title, you took Harlow’s phone and scrolled through it. “AfterDark. What a predictable name for a phone sex hotline…”

You were currently in between full-time jobs, working as a freelance web designer. A little extra cash couldn’t hurt. And Harlow would appreciate you not being late on rent every month.

“We could totally do it. We have sexy voices, don’t we?”

“I mean, I guess?” You handed Harlow’s phone back.

“Think of all the music festivals we could save up for,” Harlow tempted you, getting in your face to stare at your eyes. “Think of all the ice cream cakes we could buy without feeling guilty about it.”

Well obviously she had you at ice cream cakes.

“Okay, okay!”

Harlow squealed and you’d never seen someone’s thumbs move so quickly as she began registering for an account through the hotline mentioned in the article. In all honesty, you couldn’t even remember the rest of the night. All you had when you woke up was a killer hangover and a new AfterDark account.

“Honey Velour? What kind of name is that?” In the morning you read the confirmation email congratulating you on your first step towards becoming an AfterDark “fairy”.

“At least you didn’t use your real name…” Harlow whined, staring at her phone as she leaned against the island counter in your kitchen. “I picked Harlow Adore… Hey, we kinda rhyme.”

Yes, because that was what mattered.

“Maybe you can change it,” you pointed out. Turning back to Harlow, you placed in front of her a plate of the scrambled eggs and sausage you prepared. “Eat.”

Harlow may have been in charge of submitting rent payments and other adult responsibilities, but you made sure she stayed alive.

“Ohh, so you think we should keep up with this?” Of course Harlow noticed the way your words implied that she would continue the account rather than delete it.

“That’s not what I said,” you sat down on the stool beside Harlow. “But I guess it can’t hurt to try it out…”

What was the worst that could happen? It wasn’t like you’d ever have to do anything with your clients.

You found very quickly that phone sex was a hit or miss for you - at least, initially. After a few months of learning the ins and outs of being an AfterDark “fairy”, you’d gotten your ratings high enough that you had a handful of regular customers you could rely on to tip you well. Having regulars helped a lot; it meant that more of your calls were with people you at least had some familiarity with. It was always the random men who stressed you out the most, impossible to know if you were about to have someone polite on the other line or an absolute creep.

Looking at the time on your phone, you gently but firmly shoved Harlow’s legs off your lap and stood up from the couch.

“Oooh, are you gonna go get your freak on with D-Boy?” Harlow cooed, wiggling her shoulders in what she probably thought was a seductive manner.

“Leave me alone,” you huffed, but you couldn’t suppress a smile.

Initially, it felt weird for you and Harlow to know when each other was working with a client, but after a while you got over it. Money was money, and you were best friends. You told each other everything, anyway.

“I will eagerly await an update,” she said, snuggling back into her blankets and putting her headphones in to give you privacy as she finished the movie she was watching.

Despite the handful of decent guys you’d connected with, there was only one client who drew you in enough that everything you said you were doing was true. When you said you were touching yourself to his voice, you really were; it wasn’t just a lie to keep up the fantasy you were creating. The conversation never felt awkward nor did it feel like the end goal was to get him off - even though you both knew that was the end goal and he was paying for it. If anything, sometimes it felt like he was the one leading the conversation, rather than you.

You found yourself looking forward to the nights you had a call scheduled with him - and the two of you actually scheduled calls. He would send you a message on AfterDark to see when you were free. Something about that thoughtfulness made you like him more. Even though you knew it was probably for his own convenience, it felt like he was being mindful of your life, too.

With your favorite Spotify playlist quietly playing from your Bluetooth speakers, you plopped onto your bed. Harlow called him D-Boy because of his AfterDark username, DBoy93. You had no idea what his real name was, and of course he didn’t know yours either.

The anonymity of the hotline was what kept you on it. You had no idea how in-person sex workers or camgirls could handle seeing the faces and bodies of their clients, or showing off their own. It seemed too awkward. You had mad respect for them, though.

Sometimes you wondered why D-Boy started using the hotline. From his voice alone you felt like he had to be hot. It was low and so deep sometimes it sounded like he was mumbling, his words slurring together with such intense vibrations. And his voice was soft, comforting even. You wished you could have a recording of it to play whenever you wanted. Was that weird??

Your phone ringing pulled you out of your thoughts and your heart quickened as you pressed 1 to accept the call.

“Hi,” you said with a breathy tone that was a true representation of how much you looked forward to hearing his voice, and not because you were putting on a sultry front.

“Hey sweetheart. How are you doing?”

“I’m supposed to be asking you that,” you said with a small laugh, rolling over to lie on your stomach in your bed. You were down bad if the pet name from some faceless stranger was going to make you go crazy.

You heard him chuckle before responding, “And you can, but after you answer my question. Last time you told me you’d applied for that new job. How’d it go?”

No matter how many times you talked, you were shocked at how much he paid attention to whatever insignificant details you told him about your life. It was amazing how much time he was willing to spend to just sit around and talk to you when he was paying for every minute that went by.

“After my phone interview they invited me for an in-person interview. I’m going next week!”

“That’s awesome! I knew you would do great.” Dare you say his excitement sounded real? “If you don’t mind me saying so, you’re pretty skilled at talking on the phone…”

“Oh you got jokes, huh?” You nearly snorted into the phone, but that wouldn’t have been very sexy of you. So you tried to hold in your laughter at his tasteless joke.

However, it did remind you of what you were supposed to be doing right now. “What about you, though? Tell me what stress I can help you with…”

You knew he worked an office job that paid well, something that had to do with finance. Clearly he had the money to talk to you about your dumb life a couple times a month. But you also knew his heart really belonged to music and the stress of chasing a music career regularly frustrated him.

“I think you’re my lucky charm, actually.”

His response caught you off guard and you had to stop yourself from asking what he meant. Sometimes it was better to let silence encourage talking.

“After our last call I scored a couple local gigs, and I might be a festival opener next month. Had to be your energy blessing me.” You thought you could hear a smile in his voice from the way his pitch lifted a bit higher than normal.

“Oh shut up. That was all you. I’m just a voice on the phone,” you insisted, but you were wearing a smile of your own.

“Yeah, a really sexy voice on the phone.” You sensed the shift in mood as his voice dropped low. “I couldn’t stop thinking about how incredible you sounded cumming for me last time. I’d fucking listen to that all night, every night.”

“If only you could have seen me, babe” you said, a smirk forming as you thought back to that night. “My bed sheets were completely soaked through.”

“Are you in bed now?” You could hear rustling in the background and you imagined it was him getting comfortable.

“Mhmm,” you murmured, rolling onto your back so you could prop yourself up on your pillows. One of your manicured hands reached down to slip beneath your underwear, gliding lightly over your skin. “Wearing my red lace thong you said you like. Maybe one day I’ll send you a picture. Or maybe a video of me touching myself like I’m doing right now.”

“Damn, sweetheart… You’d do that for me?” The rustling turned into the clear sound of clothes being removed. His breathing came out in soft puffs, like he was concentrating on something.

“Mhmm, daddy. I can’t stop thinking about that deep, sexy voice of yours. Just thinking about it makes me start dripping.”

“Daddy?” The way he moaned told you he liked your new pet name for him. You’d never called any of your other clients daddy, not even the ones you knew would enjoy it.

“You like that, daddy? You like when I call you daddy while you imagine you’re fucking my mouth? God, I wish I could taste your cock.”

You put him on speaker and placed your phone beside you to better capture the wet sounds your pussy was making as you fingered yourself.

“Tell me how you touch yourself, princess. I wanna hear you moan.”

Describing what you were doing was usually the part you hated the most because it was usually a lie. You ended up saying the same shit every time, but you always reminded yourself that this was money. With him, everything was different. The description of how you touched yourself, your fingers dipping inside your entrance, the way you stimulate your clit, it was all easy to share with him. Easy, and made the entire thing so much more arousing.

“Oh fuck, yes, can you hear me fucking myself? How dripping wet I am for you, baby?”

“I want you to use three fingers, sweetheart. Stretch yourself out for me,” he groaned, the wet sounds on his end getting sloppier.

The two of you could go on forever, and not just because you were trying to suck money out of him. You genuinely got lost in his voice and the sound of him pleasuring himself to you.

After a while, you were already reaching the end.

“Ohh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, your walls clenching around your fingers as your other hand continued rubbing circles around your clit. “Please, daddy, let me come. Tell me I can cum.”

“Fuck, yes, I’m close too. Cum for me sweetheart. Let’s cum together. Imagine me filling up that tight little pussy.”

You would probably do anything for that smooth voice.

When you masturbated on your own, you were a fairly quiet person. But whenever your favorite client was involved, you made sure to be as vocal as possible. You knew he loved it; it was always what pushed him over the edge. You could hear the sound of his fist coming down on his cock and the deep moans as you imagined him throwing his head back to release.

“I can’t believe you called me daddy,” he said after a moment, a breathy laugh escaping his lips as he attempted to calm down his breathing.

“You loved it.” You gave him the same laugh in return, your limbs stretched out on your bed as your body hummed.

“I did. It was unexpected.”

“I’m full of surprises.”

And when you finally ended the call and drifted off to sleep that night, you dreamt of a nameless voice whose cadence gently lifted you away.

Vintage Vinyl was your older brother’s baby. When your parents found out that he’d used all his college savings to open up a record store, they nearly had a heart attack. What did Jesse know about owning a business? Absolutely nothing! Yet the store became a local favorite practically overnight. It probably helped that Jesse was a charismatic little shithead (respectfully) and he hosted a lot of events after hours at the store to get people involved beyond browsing decades-old vinyls and CDs.

Since you were the doting little sibling, you regularly attended these events, even volunteering to help Jesse out with whatever he needed to keep everything afloat. Like now, as you stood with Harlow at your elbow, a stack of flyers in your arms.

“What am I supposed to be doing with these?”

Jesse rushed around the record store, clearing out space around the mini stage in the back of the store. The stage was where he hosted a new event, “Freestyle Fridays”, where Jesse invited local musicians to perform every other Friday night. He considered it a great way for local musicians to get noticed. You thought the name sounded tacky, but apparently every emo Gen-Z and hipster Millennial in your town was all over this shit.

“Hand them out to people when they come in, stupid.” Jesse let his head fall to the side as he looked at you with questioning eyes. “Are you so young you don’t know what promotional flyers are?”

“Why are you so dramatic? I’m a 90s baby, what are you even talking about.” You handed half the stack to Harlow so she could help out instead of ogling your brother like he was a chocolate cake and it was her birthday. “Let’s go. People are waiting outside.”

As people filed in, you dutifully handed out the flyers. They were on half-sheets of paper with a simple design on the front: a skull logo with intricate flowers coming out of the eyes and mouth. It was kind of creepy, but in a delicate way, if that was possible. Beneath the skull was what you assumed was the name of the musician, AGUST D, along with a few concert dates.

“Do you think that was a typo? Not having the second “U”?” Harlow had to work in overdrive to pass out the flyers as even more people flooded the record store. You wondered if Jesse even knew what the building’s maximum capacity was.

“I don’t know, I feel like they would have made sure it was correct.”

Once the lights darkened to prepare for the performance, Jesse relieved you of your flyer duties so you and Harlow could sit back and enjoy whatever you were about to witness. Everyone was crowded around the stage, but the two of you hung out near the records.

“Alright guys, I hope you’re excited for tonight. This Freestyle Friday guest is a special person in my life,” Jesse began, playing MC on the stage.

Who the fuck was a “special person” to Jesse, a man who could die staring at himself in the mirror? Did he have a girlfriend?? You stood on your toes to see over the person in front of you.

“He’s been my best friend since high school, and he’s only recently moved back home. So please give my bro a warm welcome! Introducing Min Yoongi, aka Agust D!”

“Min Yoongi? Wow, what a fucking throwback,” Harlow whispered in your ear as intro music began to play. “He hasn’t been around since he graduated from college, right?”

You nodded, eyes watching a figure climb the stairs to the stage. Jesse embraced the man in a rough hug, slapping his broad back before giving the stage over to him.

Min Yoongi was your brother’s best friend. The two of them went to high school and college together; they were nearly inseparable for eight years of their life. But when Jesse moved back home after college graduation, Yoongi moved away. By then you were just starting college.

The man who stood on the stage before you was definitely not the boy you remembered shooting your brother with nerf guns as they ran around the house, jumping on the couch and getting a loud lecture from your mother. Or the same boy who made you pinky promise not to tell your parents when he came to pick up Jesse when they snuck out of the house at 1am. It had shocked you how much bigger Yoongi’s pinky finger was compared to yours, but you’d just been a kid and he was a teenager not wanting his friend’s kid sibling to ruin their plans to get drunk. Funny how a pinky promise was all it took back then.

“He got hot,” Harlow spoke into your ear again, but whatever else she said was drowned out by Yoongi addressing the crowd.

“Thanks Jess. Never thought I’d see the day you’d admit to a room full of people that I’m special to you,” Yoongi spoke into the microphone in his hand. He shot your brother a gummy smile, which your brother responded to with a, “Fuck you man!”

The moment Yoongi opened his mouth you felt your knees buckle. You must have made a sound because Harlow’s head whipped to the side to give you a funny look.

“Bitch, why are you wheezing? Oh my god, are you having an asthma attack!? Do I need to get Jesse?!” Harlow grabbed your stiff arm and tried to pry your fingers from digging into the table of vinyls the two of you were leaning against.

“I grew out of my asthma, you know that,” you forced out. It had to be your brain playing tricks on you, right? You were tired and hungry, right? There was no way the smooth, rumbling voice that reverberated through the record store was the same voice that called you sweetheart and moaned into your ears multiple times a month.

Sure, D-Boy had a unique voice, but anyone could sound like anyone! There were billions of people on this earth. No one was truly unique. Yoongi just sounded like him. And it was making you feel heat travel up your neck and down your legs.

“Y/N, seriously, you look like you saw a fucking ghost.”

“I’m fine,” you gritted your teeth.

Yoongi and Jesse’s bantering continued for a bit until Yoongi properly introduced himself as a rapper, thanking the audience for being there to check out his music. He adjusted the white baseball cap he wore and you couldn’t stop yourself from staring at the way his tongue slowly swiped over his bottom lip, pausing at the corner of his mouth, before he brought the microphone up to begin rapping.

It didn’t take a genius to recognize that Yoongi had a lot of fucking skill. His music was just like the logo you saw on the flyers; his rap style was aggressive, but most of the lyrics were melancholic in the most beautiful way. And then there was a line about his tongue making people cum, which was… too much for you to process in that moment, especially when Harlow squeezed your arm after she heard the lyric.

“I don’t know if I should cry or be turned on right now. Or want to fucking fight someone,” Harlow grinned, her eyes trained on Yoongi’s expressive stage presence, lighting up every time one of his veiny hands adorned with large rings reached down to grab at his crotch.

You stood there for almost an hour trying to convince yourself that you were projecting your own life onto this man simply because his presence was unexpected and he’d grown up to be, as Harlow so eloquently put it, “hot”. You’d almost convinced yourself until a single lyric was spat from Yoongi’s lips that had even Harlow turning her wide eyes to stare at you.

“Did he?” Harlow’s acrylic nails dug into your side as she grabbed a hold of your shirt. “Y/N, did he just call himself D-Boy?”

“No,” you said immediately, refusing to look her in the face. You kept your sights straight ahead at the man on the stage.

“Y/N, yes he did! He said, I’m D-Boy because I’m from the D,” Harlow shook you to get your attention, but you continued to ignore her. “I know for a fact that he said that!”

And at that moment Yoongi’s eyes swept the audience, briefly passing over you as he repeated the lyric in question again, before moving on to another person in the crowd. You immediately felt your face heat up, but you couldn’t pull your eyes away.

“See?!”

Harlow was clawing at you like she was feral now, but her antics were quickly shut down when the person standing next to her loudly shushed her. She dropped her hands to her sides and you saw out of the corner of your eye her lips pinch into a tiny pout.

When the song ended and Yoongi made his final thank yous, Jesse flipped the lights in the store back on, causing the entire crowd to groan.

“What are you, a bunch of vampires? Get the fuck out. Freestyle Friday is over.” Many people chuckled at Jesse’s crass humor, and you were glad someone liked it. Sure as fuck wasn’t you.

With his arm slung around Yoongi’s shoulders, Jesse steered the now sweaty man through the gradually thinning crowd, and they were aiming right for you.

“Harlow, we gotta go.” You grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the front door, pretending that you didn’t hear Jesse holler your name.

“Wait, what about Jess and Yoongi?” Harlow nearly tripped trying to keep up with you.

“I’ll text Jess later. I forgot I was supposed to submit a project proposal to a client before midnight.”

Harlow nodded solemnly, probably upset that she wouldn’t be able to ogle both your brother and Yoongi now, but she knew how serious you took your freelance web design work.

It was a shame you were lying out your ass, but there was no way you were sticking around to interact with anyone calling themselves D-Boy.

“Girl, did you know we can get AfterDark fan mail?”

A small cardboard box rested on the coffee table in your living room, its corners busted in like it had gone through some shit to eventually end up in your apartment. You sat on the floor at the table, turning the box around in your hands to examine the packaging.

“I did not,” Harlow answered, her cute slippered feet padding over to stand beside you. She leaned down to watch you stab the box cutter into the top and slowly rip the thing open.

“Apparently if our clients want to send us something, they can send it to AfterDark to make sure it’s not, like, dangerous or something. And then AfterDark forwards it to us.”

You sat up on your knees to give yourself better leverage to rip the flaps apart. Digging through the packing material, your fingers eventually slid against something silk.

“Oooh,” you murmured curiously. Lifting the material out of the box, you slowly unfurled a baby pink silk robe.

“This shit is fancy,” Harlow said with a clap, nearly spilling the coffee mug in her hands. “Put it on!”

All you were wearing was a t-shirt and pajama shorts, so it would be easy to gauge how you looked with the robe on. Standing up, you slipped your arms through the robe and tied it around your waist, immediately finding that the robe had pockets, too.

“How do I look? Fabulous?”

You struck a pose worthy of ANTM for Harlow. She let out a high whistle and fanned herself with her free hand. Basking in the ridiculousness of it all, you pushed the joke further by strutting down the length of the living room like you were working a catwalk, hips swaying.

Before you reached the end of the room, Harlow was calling out your name to make you stop.

“I only just noticed the back!” She motioned for you to remove the robe.

“Did I rip it?” You shrugged the robe off and held it up in front of yourself to examine the back. In gold cursive embroidery was your AfterDark alias, Honey Velour, across the back where the robe fell against your shoulder blades. The handiwork was absolutely beautiful, but it made you feel like a pornstar. Or a WWE champ.

“Who bought you this? Oh my god, what if it was D-Boy.” Harlow snatched the package invoice to see if there was a name or note. “Why haven’t any of my clients bought me anything, the fuck.”

If this had happened even two days earlier, you would have been thrilled to receive such a cute gift from your favorite client. But after the whole “Yoongi showing up after years of not seeing him and calling himself D-Boy” coincidence, you would rather have a week or two of nothing D-Boy-related. Like a cleanser.

“Who is Xander J?” Harlow handed you the paper, confirming that it wasn’t D-Boy sending you sexy robes.

“He’s another one of my regulars. He’s pretty nice. I think he’s married, though…” you admitted with a cringe. That made it awkward, but you weren’t the morality police here. You were just trying to make some extra cash.

A sudden pounding on the front door to your apartment made Harlow squeal in surprise, nearly dropping her coffee again.

“Oh shit, is the maintenance guy supposed to come today?” you whispered at her. You tossed the robe onto the couch and started stuffing the trash back into the cardboard box.

“No, they don’t come this early on a Saturday morning.” Harlow shook her head and slowly tiptoed to the door as another knock came banging through. She stuck her eye against the peephole and then quickly spun around to face you once more.

“Who is it??” you urged.

“Your brother and-” Harlow was cut off by a voice only your mother could love.

“Hey big head, you and Harlow are shit at whispering!”

With a groan, you motioned for Harlow to open the door. She raised her eyebrows high, but you assumed her timid behavior was due to the fact that she was wearing a giant unicorn onesie and drinking coffee out of a Goofy mug. As much as you knew she wanted to bone your brother, she was not doing herself any favors today with that outfit.

“Finally, you guys act like you’re hiding a murder scene in here.”

Growing up, Jesse had been the small hurricane to your lone palm tree. The two of you loved each other, but you had very different personalities. He was boisterous and arrogant; you were lowkey and minded your own business. But when you saw that he had brought you donuts from your favorite local donut shop… well… you could admit he wasn’t terrible all the time.

“Eeee, Jess!” You made grabby hands at the box of donuts, ready to peek inside to see if he’d gotten the cinnamon twist ones. But your enthusiasm quickly died when Jesse took a step to the side and another person entered your apartment.

“Hey, Y/N, Harlow.”

If there was one sound you could listen to for the rest of your life, it would be that deep voice repeating your name over and over again.

Yoongi raised a hand up to greet Harlow who hovered behind you.

“Damn, last time I saw you guys was at your college graduation, right?” It was cute how Yoongi was such a part of the family that he’d attended you and Harlow’s graduation.

“And remember Harlow got so drunk at dinner she threw up?” Jesse shook his head and gave Harlow a hard look. “You were messy.”

Harlow opened her mouth and closed it again, eyes shifting to look at you. But you weren’t in any position to come to her rescue because you were still looking at Yoongi.

The baseball cap was gone, putting his platinum blonde hair on display. It looked soft and fluffy, as if he may have taken a shower that morning and let it air dry. The blonde was a stark difference compared to his natural color you’d grown up seeing him in, but it looked good. It brought out the intensity of his eyes.

“Well are you going to eat the donuts or what? Don’t disrespect me by not eating my food.” Jesse pushed you towards the living room, much preferring your soft couches than the structure of a kitchen table.

“It’s not your food, Jess. You didn’t make it.” It seemed that Harlow had finally found her voice. She sat down in one of the armchairs by herself. Her current tactic was to distance herself from Jesse; she thought it might make her get over her crush. You were convinced there was no end to something that had gone one for at least ten years.

“You don’t know that.” Jesse plopped down onto the couch, Yoongi following his lead. That left you with nowhere to sit but next to Yoongi or on the floor.

Reminding yourself that you were simply jumping to conclusions about a coincidence that truly meant nothing, you eased into the couch next to Yoongi.

“Did you buy something?” Jesse pushed the box aside on the coffee table to place the donuts down.

For obvious reasons, you’d never told your brother that you were a sex hotline operator. He would have flipped his shit and probably told your parents. Even though you were in your twenties, your family still liked to think they had a say in what you did with your life.

“Me and Harlow are always finding weird shit on the internet,” you mumbled around the cinnamon donut you’d taken a bite out of. “For example, this unicorn.”

Harlow shot you an irritated glare when you gestured to her outfit, but she didn’t have a chance to cuss you out before Jess was running his mouth again.

“Was it this?” He held up the robe you’d so carelessly left draped on the back of the couch. “Honey Velour? Is that some Victoria’s Secret thing? You’re so gross.”

You may have been imagining it in your sudden panic, but you thought you felt Yoongi tense at Jesse’s rapid-fire questions.

“Jesse!” You got up and snatched the robe from your brother. “You’re the one who showed up at my apartment unannounced. You don’t get to complain about my clothes.”

Stomping towards your bedroom, you tossed the robe onto your bed and slammed the door shut.

“And for the record, it’s not some Victoria’s Secret thing. Get your head out of the gutter you freak.”

Jesse stared up at you with shock as you huffed and puffed your way back to sitting on the couch next to Yoongi, who was now leaned back into the couch. He sat with his hands in his lap and his legs spread slightly, forcing your thigh to press against his because you didn’t have any more room to scoot over.

“Touchy,” Jesse called you out after a moment.

“So, Yoongi!” Harlow was doing her little anxiety leg bounce in her chair, so you knew she was ready to move on from the awkward situation. “Me and Y/N loved your performance last night. Like, wow. I had no idea you were still into rapping like that. Tell us all about what you’ve been up to!”

“Thank you.” He grinned that gummy smile you had etched into your memory and you saw Harlow’s neck start to turn blush red. “I haven’t been up to much. Been working as a financial advisor for a pharmaceutical company and they moved me up here for a new position. I’m staying over at Jesse’s until I can close on a condo I’ve been looking at.”

You were trying, really trying, to stop jumping to conclusions. But too many things were adding up between Yoongi and D-Boy, and you could practically see Harlow doing the math, too. The voice. The nickname. The finance-based occupations. The pursuit of music due to dissatisfaction with working an office job. The fact that they both seemed to have money.

“That sounds sooo fancy and smart,” Harlow perked up, just for Yoongi to give her another smile.

“Too bad Yoong is an idiot.” Leave it to Jesse to need to ruin a compliment if it wasn’t directed at himself.

“Only ‘cause I’ve spent too much time around you,” Yoongi shot back, earning a proud nod from Jess. Their relationship was so weird.

“You guys have known each other sooo long,” Harlow pushed herself back into the conversation. “But I forgot, where did you grow up, Yoongi?”

Harlow refused to look at you, her light brown eyes zeroed in on Yoongi’s face. Anyone else would think she was verbally throwing herself on the attractive older man, but you knew the truth. She was meddling in your life.

“I’m from Daegu. Moved here for high school ‘cause my dad got a new job.”

“Daegu, cool! I think I remember that now, but it just feels like it was so long ago.” The cheshire grin that spread across Harlow’s face was for no one but you.

Yoongi’s rap from the night before replayed in your mind. He was D-Boy from the D. Another coincidence? Or were you actually cursed?

“Do you guys want something to drink? I’m really thirsty. I’ll be in the kitchen!” You pushed yourself off the couch, banging your knee against the coffee table in the process. In the midst of Jesse busting a gut laughing at your pain, you nearly missed Yoongi’s offer.

“I’ll help you get drinks.”

“She doesn’t need any help,” Jess assured his friend and jabbed you in the ribs when you walked past.

“Yeah, I’m fine! I can handle it.”

“Nah, I’ll help.”

Internally cursing Harlow for not coming to your rescue, you led Yoongi out of the living room and into the kitchen.

“Seems like you and Jesse’s dynamic hasn’t changed,” Yoongi said with a chuckle. He leaned his hip against the kitchen counter and fluffed his blonde bangs around.

“Yup, still plagued by his bossy attitude.” You kept your eyes on searching for your favorite mug. The coffee Harlow made was cold by now, but that was nothing a microwave couldn’t fix.

“Speaking of bossiness, did you get that new job?”

You slammed the door of the microwave a bit too hard. Slowly turning back to Yoongi, you watched him with your heartbeat slowing down to a dangerous frequency. Never would you have thought in your adult life you’d get clammy hands, yet here you were clutching them together.

“Who told you I was looking for a new job?”

Yoongi’s eyebrows rose to disappear into his bangs, but a blink later and he was back to looking at you with a blank expression.

“Jess. But he’d probably hate that now you know he thought to bring you up when filling me in on what’s going on back home.”

“I’m waiting to hear back, but I’m hopeful. I’ve done a lot to update my portfolio, so we’ll see…” You handed Yoongi one of the now warm mugs of coffee to give to Jess.

“You’ll get it. How could anyone deny you?” Maybe you were imagining things, but you swore his voice dropped an octave or two. He gave you a wink and turned on his heel.

Yoongi returned to the living room to pick up where he’d left Jess and Harlow giving each other eyes you didn’t want to see.

“But how have the two of you been?”

Harlow rambled on about whatever dumb shit you guys got yourselves into, mostly suffering through work and drowning in bottomless mimosas during your weekend brunch dates. You stayed quiet and tried not to think too hard about the way your anxiety was bubbling up inside your chest. If your brother’s best friend was the guy you’ve been having phone sex with for months… What were the chances of that happening?

You barely paid attention to where the conversation ended; the mental journey of trying to explain away the coincidences was far more important.

“Soooo… I think we need to have a conversation.”

Harlow sat on her bed and watched you pace her bedroom while you waved your phone in the air in hysteria. The moment the boys left, the two of you screeched at each other in whatever unintelligible language until Harlow took charge and called a roomie meeting.

Although the meeting started off as a recap of every little detail that seemed too terrifying to be true about Yoongi and D-Boy, it only escalated when you received a notification from AfterDark.

DBoy93 sent you a message like he always did when he wanted to schedule a call. But this time, he wasn’t asking for your availability…

He’d given you his phone number.

“Okay, first of all, what are the chances that he messages you right after Yoongi and Jess leave?” Harlow was squeezing her pillow so tightly her face was turning red. You felt like you were in middle school freaking out about a stupid crush during a sleepover.

“I don’t know!”

“What else did the message say?”

“Literally just his phone number…” You slumped onto Harlow’s bed, slowly falling back until you were lying down beside her. Due to privacy rules, AfterDark blocked all clients’ phone numbers from fairies, and fairies’ numbers were also blocked from their clients. The only way a client could call their fairy was by using their AfterDark employee number, which would then forward the call to your phone. It was against the rules to personally contact clients.

“Shit,” Harlow said slowly, taking your phone to look at the number he’d sent. Of course it wasn’t familiar, though it did have the same area code as your city. “I guess you just have to text him.”

“What?!” You lifted your head to look at Harlow. “No way.”

“Why not? He sent it to you for a reason. Don’t you want to find out?” You were convinced this was just Harlow’s love of drama and gossip.

She was right, though. You were curious, despite how embarrassing it would be if D-Boy and Yoongi were the same person. You’d never be able to look at him again, but considering he was moving to your city… that meant you’d be seeing him a lot.

“But what do I say?” You rolled onto your stomach with your arms stretched out to hold your phone in front of you.

“I don’t know. Hi?”

“Yes, that is so eloquent,” you sighed, entering D-Boy’s number into your phone. You typed “Hi” and hovered for a long time without pressing send.

“Well how else do you start a conversation?” Harlow huffed, also moving to lie on her stomach next to you.

You pressed send and waited, the two of you with your eyes glued to the screen.

“Oh, he’s typing! He’s typing!” Harlow screeched, kicking her feet in the air.

[Unknown] this my favorite fairy?

“My heart is beating.” Harlow almost wanted to just snatch your phone and do this herself. “Say yes! Wait, be sexy about it. Tell him you better be his favorite.”

“Harlow…” You rolled your eyes but she continued to pester you until you did it.

[You] I’d hope I’m your favorite

You felt your entire body ache from the stress you were holding in as you waited for his next reply. This was too much for your little body to handle.

[Unknown] does jesse know what you’ve been up to?

Your neighbors had to have heard the scream you and Harlow let out. You threw your phone across the bed and jumped to your feet. Where did you think you were going to go? There was no escaping from this. You were fucked.

“Harlow! Harlow!” You bounced on your feet and slapped your hands against your cheeks. Holding your face like that, you stared at her with wide eyes, heart beating so violently you felt like your ribs were going to break. “WHAT THE FUCK.”

Yoongi was DBoy93 and he knew you were Honey Velour because he saw the robe…….

You’ve been having phone sex with your brother’s best friend without neither you nor Yoongi knowing it…………..

You were going to die.

“Listen,” Harlow held her hand out like she was trying to pause your freak out. “We can handle this.”

You stood in the middle of the room breathing heavily in a cold sweat, waiting for her answer.

“Yes??”

“Umm…” She gave you an awkward, straight-lip smile. “I actually don’t know.”

You collapsed to the floor in defeat. “This is statistically impossible. What are the chances out of all the people in the world, it would be him?”

“Maybe just continue the conversation like normal? Don’t let him know you’re freaking out?” Harlow handed your phone down to you. “It’s not like he’s going to tell Jess. Jess would literally kill him.”

You texted Yoongi a simple “No” and sat your phone on the floor next to you. The thing you and Harlow were ignoring was the fact that you liked D-Boy. You’d slowly become soft to him, even going so far as to wonder what would happen if you did meet him.

But now he was just another gross guy.

Reality sucked.

“Why do you think Yoongi was even doing all that? He’s so fucking hot. He could probably fuck whoever he wants.” Harlow chewed her bottom lip in thought.

She wasn’t wrong. Everything about him was perfect, down to his high cheekbones and the way his Adam’s apple moved when he spoke.

But no! You could NOT think about that.

[Unknown] that’s what i figured [Unknown] i’m free later today if you wanna link up

“Y/N, I swear to GOD if you don’t say yes…” Harlow lunged for your phone after you read Yoongi’s last text out loud. You screamed, scrambling to get away from her, but she was too quick. She ran out of her bedroom and locked herself in the bathroom with your phone.

“Harlow, do not text him back!” You slammed your fist on the bathroom door, practically in tears. “Harlow! I’m going to start crying, stop it.”

Finally, Harlow swung the bathroom door open and handed you your phone.

“Just go with it, okay? He’ll be here in an hour.” She ran back to her bedroom before you could attack her. So you stood in the hallway, staring down at the chaos Harlow had created for you.

[You] I’m free whenever! [Unknown] i can come pick you up in an hour? [You] Works for me! We can go wherever you want [Unknown] dope

“Why did you use so many exclamation points? Go wherever you want? Are you kidding me? You’re making me sound desperate!” You stomped down the hall to your bedroom to get dressed because apparently you were hanging out with Min Yoongi.

There was too much pressure to know what to wear since hanging out with him would automatically come with an awkward level of sexual tension - at least on your end. Maybe he just wanted to tell you that now he knew it was you, he was completely turned off. You hoped that wasn’t the case… but would it really matter? It wasn’t like anything could happen between the two of you.

You kept it simple with a high-waisted skirt and a modest crop top. Cute, but no different than your normal fashion when hanging out with friends. Did you slip into your Jordans because you knew Yoongi liked Nikes? No. Maybe. Perhaps.

Your heart nearly flew out of your chest when your phone rang, that same unknown number flashing on the screen.

“Hello?”

“I’m outside.”

Was it possible for a voice to both make you go cold and heat up every inch of your body?

You didn’t have Harlow to wish you good luck because she got stuck talking to her mom on the phone, so you ventured out of your apartment building on your own. It didn’t take long to spot Yoongi because he stood outside his parked car. The baseball cap was back, and he wore a long sleeve t-shirt with tight ripped jeans. How could he look so simple yet so attractive?

As you got closer, Yoongi opened the passenger door for you. You mumbled a soft “thank you” and scooted inside. The panic was slowly starting to set in once Yoongi took his seat behind the wheel and you realized that the two of you were stuck in a confined space together.

“So, Jesse’s at home…” Yoongi broke the silence as he started the car. “Where do you wanna go? Or do you just wanna drive?”

“Tillis Park?” It was a nice day and you imagined sitting at a picnic table talking to Yoongi would feel less like a date than if you went to a coffee shop, and at least it would let you have some space and fresh air.

The two of you didn’t speak again on the ride there, Yoongi letting a hip-hop playlist cycle through instead of forcing you to sit in complete silence. You remembered going on drives with Jess and Yoongi, back when they were okay with having you tag along with them on their outings. Yoongi was always so kind to you, never once complaining that you were with them, even once he and Jesse were in college and you were just a dumb highschooler. You never went anywhere in particular, just drove around with the windows down in the warm summer air and shouting along to your favorite songs. You saw life in rose-colored glasses, never imagining anything could get more complicated than agreeing on what radio station to play.

Now, you sat in a brand new Bentley, not the beat up Toyota Yoongi used to drive. No longer did you sink into beer-stained fabric seats nor did you crank down the windows for fresh air to escape the smell of marijuana that permeated Yoongi’s car. Now, your bare thighs pressed into black leather seats and the air that filtered through the vents smelled like Yoongi’s cologne, woody, bergamot and pepper.

Yoongi pulled into the parking lot of the park and the two of you got out of the car. You picked a trail and followed it, appreciating the quiet sounds of nature and the distant laughter of children at the playground on the other side of the park grounds. Unsurprisingly, he was the one to break the silence.

“You’re a lot shyer in person than I imagined,” he admitted, biting his bottom lip in a smirk as he watched you look everywhere except at him. “Didn’t imagine you’d be Jesse’s little sister, though.”

If only Harlow was there to help you work through this conversation because you had no idea how to respond to this man. You gestured towards a picnic table and sat down, Yoongi choosing to sit opposite of you, forcing you to look at him.

“I don’t know what you expect out of me in this situation,” you sighed, staring down at the picnic table. It was covered in drawings, and hearts with couple’s initials and anniversary dates on them.

“Do I make you nervous, sweetheart?” Yoongi spoke low and leaned closer to you by resting his elbows on the table. He held your gaze and watched your mouth fall open when he called you the pet name he’d used so many times over the phone. Just that alone was enough to spark a fire in your stomach; seeing the person behind the voice and the name was kicking your body into overdrive. He was so hot…

“You are my brother’s best friend,” you sternly reminded, more for yourself than for Yoongi.

“So?” He switched his baseball cap around to face backwards as he leaned even more into your personal space across the table.

“So we’ve crossed a line we shouldn’t have!” Your heart was beating so fast you felt like you might pass out. “If I had known it was you, I wouldn’t have kept this up. I’m sorry if you feel your privacy has been violated. Especially since you had to pay for it.”

You knew what your brother’s best friend sounded like when he came. You practically had his moans and the sound of him jacking off memorized. Just thinking about it was enough to make your pussy throb.

“Knowing it was you this whole time doesn’t change the fact that I loved it,” Yoongi pressed on. “If anything, it’s made it a whole lot better.”

The lip bite and far too obvious smirk were back again and you felt frozen under his gaze as he looked you over. Hearing that affirmation had your stomach twisting in knots, but you had to fight it. You couldn’t let your desires overtake you, even with Yoongi teasing you like that.

“Yoongi… Why don’t you have a girlfriend or someone to hook up with? Why are you still talking to me?”

“You know how busy I was. I didn’t have time for a relationship.” Yoongi leaned back, giving you personal space once more. And you did know. “I made the account as a joke with my friends, but when I talked to you I realized I actually liked it.”

There was no denying the chemistry between the two of you, and beyond just sex. You genuinely enjoyed his company, and you felt he had, too.

“You made me feel comfortable and it didn’t feel like you were just getting money out of me. I felt like I could tell you anything and you wouldn’t judge me. Not that many people have been supportive of my music journey, so it was nice to have someone to talk about it with. I don’t know, maybe that was lame of me,” he continued.

Yoongi shrugged and you knew talking about his feelings in real life made him uncomfortable. “But you’re funny, and kind, and I felt like you were real with me when you talked about your life, too.”

“You always remembered the things I told you…” you said softly. He nodded, arms crossed against his chest.

“Of course. I cared. Even if I didn’t know who you were, you still felt real. And now I know why.” A small smile cracked his tough expression, and he shook his head in an effort to make it go away. “Jesse might be my best friend but you’re my favorite out of the two of you.”

“Yeah because Jess is a pain in the ass.”

The two of you snickered at each other, the tension dying down a bit.

“Are we cool now? Or are you gonna keep acting awkward around me for the rest of your life?”

Yoongi stood and stuck out his hand to help you up. You shivered at the warmth of his skin and the metal of his rings pressed against your fingers. Were you cool now? Could you live the rest of your life with the memories and attraction that came with your brother’s best friend?

You honestly didn’t think so, but you couldn’t tell him that. So you nodded and walked with him back to the car. Yoongi sat in the driver’s seat but didn’t turn on the car. Instead he kept his eyes on you, shoulder leaned into the seat and head rested back.

“Are you ready to tell me the truth now?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re not cool with this. You’re being awkward.”

You wanted to say, no shit Sherlock. Didn’t take a detective to see that.

“It’s awkward, Yoongi! How can you not think it’s awkward?” You pressed your fingers to your temples and tried to figure out how to explain the butterflies in your stomach. “We… Every time I look at you… Ugh, Yoongi, how the fuck am I supposed to hang out with you and Jesse and Harlow without thinking about you masturbating?!”

Yoongi shrugged, unphased by your mini outburst and straightforwardness. He was always so unbothered, such a stark contrast to your brother. “You’ll get over it eventually. You’ll forget about it.”

“I can’t,” you insisted and dropped your hands into your lap in defeat.

“You can’t forget? Or you don’t want to forget?” He leaned forward with his eyes narrowed, watching your face intently.

You felt your mouth go dry, and the swallow you tried to push down got caught in your throat. You knew exactly what he meant, but you couldn’t be the one to say it.

“No one has to know,” Yoongi said softly. “Your secret’s safe with me, sweetheart.”

He was referring to the secret of your phone sex history, so why did you feel like there was something else lying beneath his words? The way his eyes fell to your lips and how his forearm leaned against the center console to allow him to sit closer to you made you question if you were agreeing to keep only one secret.

“You can’t keep calling me sweetheart.”

“Why not? Does it make you feel some type of way?” Yoongi watched you with round, unsuspecting eyes. He lifted a hand to cup your face and ran his thumb over your lips, dragging down the corner of your mouth to force your lips to part.

“Honestly, it does.” There was no point lying to him; he already knew more intimate pieces of you than pretty much everyone you knew.

Yoongi tightened his hold on your chin and pulled you forward, the two of you close enough for you to feel his breath warm on your skin.

“How about you come over here and let me make you feel something more?” He let go of your chin and leaned back into his seat once again.

It was so bold of him to not give a fuck about your brother, but you had to remind yourself that you were an adult. You could do whatever the fuck you wanted. If Yoongi was willing to be your little secret, what excuse did you have not to pursue what you’d always fantasized about?

With a silent ‘fuck it’ chanting in your brain, you climbed over the center console and straddled Yoongi’s lap. The abrupt closeness of your bodies made your stomach drop and your breath get caught in your throat as you stared into his lidded eyes. Even though you knew the intimate side of him from AfterDark, it still felt odd to be sitting in the lap of Min Yoongi, your childhood crush, arms loosely wrapped around his shoulders and his hands on your hips.

You tightened your arms around Yoongi’s shoulders and leaned against him. With your chests together and your thighs squeezing his legs, you pressed your lips into his. Immediately, Yoongi sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, the tip of his tongue flicking against it. The kiss was deep and warm. Everything about Yoongi was warm, from his large hands squeezing your hips to the feel of his thighs against yours. His teeth gently captured your tongue, tugging a bit before he wrapped his lips around it, sucking. You moaned and felt him smirk as his hands dropped down to squeeze your ass.

“Not shy anymore, huh?” He hiked up your skirt until it sat around your waist, fully exposing the white lace underwear you wore underneath. The hand he slipped between your thighs from behind was smooth. “Mhmm, already so wet for me.”

Pulling your underwear to the side, Yoongi toyed with your entrance for a moment. You found yourself grinding against his hand, chasing his fingers when he refused to give you what you wanted.

“Yoongi,” you blurted out, lips brushing against his. The complaint you were going to send his way was cut short when he sent a stinging slap against your pussy. The startling action caused you to squeeze him tighter and crush your chest into him.

“Nuhh uhh, sweetheart. You don’t do anything unless I let you.” He shot you a cocky look. “Understand?”

You nodded your head and eased back down. “Yes, daddy.”

A low groan rumbled from Yoongi’s throat and his eyes closed for a moment at the pet name you’d remembered he liked so much.

“Good.”

He returned to sliding his fingers through your hot folds, gliding around the sweet spot of your clit. Those long fingers weren’t just there for show; Yoongi expertly circled and tweaked your clit as you did your best to stay completely still. Your walls clenched when he gently dragged his nails along the sides of your clit, and you let your face nestle in the crook of his neck to hold yourself steady.

Despite your efforts of calming your breathing, your legs began to shake as your arousal started leaking against the inside of your thighs. There was a smirk in Yoongi’s soft laugh when he noticed you struggling to keep your promise.

“Yoongi, please,” you finally whined against his neck. “Touch me, please.”

“I am, aren’t I?”

“Inside me! I can’t take it anymore.”

Without another word, you felt Yoongi plunge two fingers inside of you, immediately curling and pressing into your walls to find your g-spot. He pumped into you with the same slow, unbothered tempo he’d fingered you with. The pace made your body ache with need, desperately wanting him to go harder and faster.

But he wanted to make you beg even more.

You ached to ride his fingers until you finally reached your release, but he’d made it clear that you’d end up even further from what you wanted if you misbehaved. Still, you were ragged in your breathing against his neck. You dared to take off his hat, tossing it into the passenger seat so you could dig your fingers into his blonde locks.

“What did I tell you?”

You wanted to scream when you felt him remove his fingers from you and smear your wetness against your thigh. Another slap to your pussy provoked a strangled yelp that you pressed into the skin of his neck.

“I’m sorry,” you whined. “I promise I’ll be good.”

“You were never this difficult on the phone.” Yoongi sunk three fingers into your pussy to the knuckle, his rings cold against your skin, stretching you out just how he wanted.

“It’s… It’s different with you… physically here,” you panted as Yoongi picked up the pace, pumping his fingers into you hard enough that you rocked against his chest. “Oh fuck, Yoongi.” Your mind could barely comprehend the fact that this was real, not just another lame DBoy93 fantasy you made up when you were lonely at night. The shake of your thighs, the wobbliness of your legs, the white stars you saw as you finally came on his fingers were all real.

“Finally, I get to hear you say my name. And you sound so pretty moaning it,” he hummed against your neck, finally pulling his fingers out of you.

His words had your body buzzing with validation. You slowly eased back down to fully sit on his lap, making a mess of his jeans as you pressed right on top of the large bulge in his pants. His perpetually unbothered gaze was now sharp and intentional, looking straight into your eyes as though he were trying to read something inside you.

“Do you remember what I told you?” you whispered in his ear, flicking your tongue against his earlobe. You squeezed his shoulders and grinded into his lap. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that his moans were even better in person.

Yoongi’s eyebrows came together in thought, head leaned back against the headrest of his seat while he stared at you in confusion.

“I wanna taste your cock.”

“F-Fuck, yeah okay.”

He adjusted his seat to give you room to ease between his legs. Thankfully, Yoongi’s car had heavily tinted windows and the park wasn’t busy. You lifted yourself up slightly to allow him to undo his jeans, pulling them down enough for you to gain access to the one thing you’d been looking forward to the most.

“Like what you see?”

You’d spent a few seconds too long rolling your palm around the head of his cock, admiring the glisten of precum on his soft skin and practically salivating. None of that was lost on Yoongi who shot you that classic smirk you’d never thought you’d ever be on the receiving end of.

“Maybe I do.” Rather than be embarrassed, you licked your lips and took a hold of his shaft. He leaned his head against the headrest of the chair and closed his eyes when you rubbed the tip over your lips.

“You taste so good,” you whispered before slowly sucking your lips around his head. The way Yoongi squeezed the sides of his seat and the quickened pace of his stomach rising and falling beneath his t-shirt was all the response you needed from him.

You hollowed your cheeks and took him inch by inch until your eyes watered. You followed the flow of moans coming from the blonde-haired man as you established a consistent rhythm of gliding your mouth up and down his cock. Every time he hit the back of your throat you gagged, reaching up to twist your fingers into the hem of his t-shirt to steady yourself. You felt the muscles of his abs contract beneath your fingers, and he eventually took a hold of your jaw to ease you off of him when the fluttering of his stomach became too much.

“Please tell me you’re on the pill,” Yoongi finally choked out, heavy eyes taking you in. “I can’t get my best friend’s little sister pregnant.” His breathing came out shaky and a few strands of his bleached blonde bangs were sticking to the side of his forehead.

How were you about to have car sex right now? There was something that felt so high school about the whole thing. Like two teenagers sneaking around.

“I am,” you said in an equally shaky breath. The pulsing ache of arousal that coursed through you was almost unbearable, even though you’d already orgasmed once. Climbing back into his lap, you grinded against his cock, mixing your saliva and arousal. Running his nails down the length of your thighs, Yoongi scratched into you harder the faster you rubbed him against you.

You gripped his shoulders as you eased yourself onto his cock. The stretch wasn’t considerable, but you thanked Yoongi’s efficient three-finger prepping for that. Breathing out of your mouth, you pressed your lips against the side of Yoongi’s neck. You went slow, careful not to hit your head on the ceiling of his car.

“Fuck, Y/N…” The hiss that Yoongi let out was a sound much different than what you’d heard on the phone, and the greedy part of you wanted to know what else you could get out of him that you hadn’t been able to before. “You feel better than I imagined.”

You wanted to ask him if he meant he’d fantasized about fucking you from AfterDark or if it had started when you were in college, but you couldn’t possibly form a coherent thought.

His hands reached around to grab your ass as you began to bounce on his cock. You allowed him to take control of your movements, adjusting your angle on his cock to hit your g-spot when he felt you jolt the first time.

“Oh my god, right there, stay right there Yoongi,” you moaned into his neck. You couldn’t lie, your legs were starting to get tired and each jolt through your walls and into the pit of your stomach made your legs shake even harder.

“Hold on a second.” He clearly took notice because soon he was using one hand to adjust his seat, giving him room to lean back a bit more than before. “Just relax, okay?” With his feet firmly planted on the floor, Yoongi began to thrust into you from below. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned against his chest as he took over. With the force he was putting into fucking you, it was a given that your thighs would be sore and bruised by the next day, but fuck was it worth it.

“Yoongi, fuck, Y-Yoongi,” you shuddered in his arms, biting hard into his shoulder as you felt the pleasure he was giving you build up until you felt you were going to break in half.

“Shit, Y/N, you got fucking sharp teeth.” Yoongi’s laugh dissolved into a deep moan when he felt you clench around him. Like the gentleman he was, he continued to fuck you while you came, only reaching his release once you’d stopped convulsing in his lap.

You leaned your forehead against his collarbone, breathing hard. “I think I’m too old to be doing this,” you panted. “I don’t think I can get up from this position.”

It was highly likely that Min Yoongi’s airy laugh would be your downfall one day.

He looked at you with that gummy smile you’d remembered from before he left to become something of himself. “I could probably drive like this.”

Such a stupid, cocky comment made you roll your eyes and slowly lift up from his lap. You grimaced as his cum leaked out of you, spilling onto his jeans and the seat. “Ugh, I’m sorry, that’s so gross.”

“It’s whatever.” An unbothered shrug. “I’m the one who did it, right? It’s my fault.”

The drive back home almost felt like the old days, back when Yoongi was someone you looked up to, someone you’d thought had life all figured out. The two of you fought over which Taylor Swift album to blast (Lover; you won) and when Yoongi stopped for gas he brought you back the blue slushie he knew you used to like.

For a short drive you could imagine your life was supposed to have led you here, that destiny may have finally given you a shot at something good.

That is, until Yoongi pulled up to your apartment complex and the last person you wanted to see was standing at your door.

“Shit,” Yoongi cursed, putting the car into park. “I thought Jesse had to go to work.”

Hopefully driving back home with the windows down had aired out the smell of sex in Yoongi’s car because Jess was now making his way over to you. You gave Yoongi a horrified look, but he merely shook his head.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“How the fuck am I not supposed to-” You were cut off by Yoongi rolling down your window to let Jesse talk through it.

“What the fuck have you guys been doing? I called both of you.” He peered inside with a classic Jesse look of irritation. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Yoongi lean against the steering wheel, likely hiding his cum-stained jeans from Jesse’s view.

“You and Y/N are both so annoying, you know that?” Yoongi started, lazily drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. You couldn’t understand how he easily pulled off such nonchalant behavior. “Your family genes run strong.”

You shot Yoongi a glare at the same time Jess did, as if to prove his point.

“We went for a drive without you. I wanted to see how jealous you’d get.”

Jesse scoffed at Yoongi’s confession, but his arrogance took the bait. “You’re an idiot. Y/N’s got you listening to Taylor Swift. Clearly you need me.” You decided silence was the best option here, letting Yoongi and Jess bicker for a bit longer before you finally worked up the courage to get out of the car.

“Umm, it’s so fun listening to you guys argue like a married couple, but I have things to do,” you piped up, unbuckling yourself. You shooed Jess out of the way to open the car door, quickly closing it behind you. Leaning into the open window, you gave Yoongi a small smile. “Thanks for the slushie.”

Yoongi swept his hair back from his forehead and slipped his baseball cap on backwards again, the way you liked it. “No problem, sweetheart.”

You froze, your cheeks immediately heating up.

“What the fuck?” Jesse bristled, pushing you out of the way to stick his head in Yoongi’s car.

“Jess, did you realize you’d put on your shirt inside out and backwards?” Yoongi turned his key in the ignition as Jesse looked down at his t-shirt. Only to find that his shirt was perfectly fine.

“Fuck you,” Jess called out as Yoongi put the car in reverse.

“See you at home, bro!”

You and Jesse watched Yoongi pull out of the parking lot, Jesse full of mumbled curses. As you led him up the stairs to your apartment, you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling at the cleverness of it all. Sure, Jesse would probably bother Yoongi about what he said later, but now you were confident that Yoongi could hold his own. You, though. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to handle whatever Jesse and Harlow threw your way, as you were sure they’d have plenty of questions for their own reasons.

And what about you and Yoongi?

You were absent-minded as Jesse blabbered to you about whatever drama was happening at work, the two of you lounging in your living room like always. What would you do the next time Jesse invited you and Harlow to hang out with him and Yoongi? What would happen to DBoy93? How were you going to let this go?

The buzz of your phone vibrating in your lap brought your attention back to the real world. You flipped it over to view the new text message, still vaguely listening to your brother.

[Yoongi] i’m coming over next time. pretty sure my seats are permanently stained

Next time.

“Are you even listening to me?”

You rolled your eyes at Jesse, hiding your smile behind a fake yawn. “You are boring.”

With a snort he continued on his monologue, leaving you to reread Yoongi’s text over and over again. Next time.

After a two-week long hiatus from AfterDark, you eventually let the company know that you needed to pause your account for a bit. In the past week, you’d attempted to do six different sessions, all to have each of them end with unsatisfied customers and an even more unsatisfied you.

“He ruined you, oh my god. You can’t have phone sex with anyone else anymore ‘cause he ruined you.”

“Shhh, Harlow, shut up!”

“They can’t hear us, it’s way too loud in here.”

You and Harlow spoke between clamped teeth out the side of your mouths. The two of you sat at a table in the new arcade bar that had just opened up down the street from your apartment. She was probably right; the trashy pop music and the sound of drunk laughter was loud enough to make it somewhat difficult for even you and Harlow to hear each other. On top of that, the sounds of the arcade games rang through the bar like sirens.

Jess and Yoongi stood at the basketball game machine - no surprise there. Growing up, if the two of them weren’t bickering or getting intoxicated, they were trying to beat each other in every sport on the damn planet. While Jesse’s game was making all kinds of noise, Yoongi had developed a smooth rhythm. The basketball hit the back of the board and swished through the net with the same beat and accuracy every time. You watched the curves of his biceps as he gripped the ball, preparing his shot, before flicking his wrist and letting it go. Each movement was so fluid and effortless you couldn’t help but stare. Because, sure, that was the only reason why you were staring.

Yoongi must have gotten the feeling you were looking at him because he turned to stare back at you with the basketball wound up in his hands. The gummy smile he flashed you was sweet, except for the way he pulled the corner of his bottom lip between his teeth. With a wink, he turned back to the game and scored his last shot before the machine announced that the game was over.

The pulse that rippled through your body, straight to your core, was inappropriate and unavoidable.

Of course he won.

“Y/N,” Harlow began, but you cut her off.

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” you grumbled around your straw, sucking hard on what was probably your third vodka cran. You’d immediately told Harlow about fucking Yoongi in his car the moment you could, but as the last two weeks went on without another sight of Yoongi… You were slowly having a bitter taste in your month. This was the first time you’d seen him since going to the park. You’d texted a little bit, but he was busy with securing his new condo, and both of you were settling into your new jobs (because, yes, you’d finally gotten that new job). Funny how the world worked.

Despite your frustrations, every word he spoke had you clinging onto his cadence; every move he made had you floating behind him. Harlow’s firm fingers wrapped around your wrist were the only things grounding you.

You reminded yourself every time Yoongi looked at you that this was not a date. The four of you used to hang out together all the time. There was nothing different now.

“Are you guys going to actually play any games or are you just gonna sit and get drunk?” Jesse crossed his arms against his chest and stared down at you and Harlow as if he was the most intimidating guy in the world. But he’s wearing jorts, so…

“Leave us alone.” Your grumbles aren’t just for Harlow tonight, and you avoid Yoongi’s gaze even though you know he’s only looking at you.

Harlow placed her now empty cup a bit too hard on the table and hopped up. “I wanna play a game with you, Jess! That zombie shooting one we saw earlier. You’re not scared, are you?”

Jesse scoffed, rolling his shoulders how he does when he’s trying to look impressive. “I’ll kick your ass, little girl.”

“Go easy on him, Harlow. I just kicked his ass and his ego is hurting,” Yoongi smirked, just barely dodging a flying fist from Jesse that all four of you knew would have hurt like a bitch.

“You don’t want to come?” Jess stopped in his tracks to frown at Yoongi. Of course Jess didn’t care if you joined in.

“Nah, I wanna get a drink. I’ll make sure Grumpy over here doesn’t take the car and leave us stranded.”

You feel your stomach churn as you watch Jesse and Harlow race towards the zombie shooter games on the other side of the arcade, leaving you alone with Yoongi. Harlow nearly collides with a group of what you assume are college kids, and Jesse scoops her by the waist to pull her out of the way. When had the two of them become so friendly? You weren’t sure when you’d stopped paying attention, and a bit of guilt rakes at your insides.

Why was it okay for your brother to be into your best friend, but you couldn’t be into his?

“Hi sweetheart.”

You turned your head to watch Yoongi sit down next to you. He spread his legs in his seat, knocking one of his knees into yours. That act alone was enough to send sparks through you; it was rather pathetic.

“Hi,” you said back after a moment, willing yourself to not stare at his eyes or his lips. His nose would have to do.

“Not having fun on our double date?”

It was your turn to scoff now. “This is not a date.”

“Isn’t it?” Yoongi pulled his knee back, just to let it knock against yours again. The force made your leg move inward before falling back on his. “We went to dinner, got drinks, now we’re playing games together. You’re wearing a really cute dress. I’m wearing my nice jeans. What else am I missing?”

He watched you with sparkling eyes, though you weren’t sure if that was simply because he’d had a few shots with Jesse earlier in the night. He was wearing his nice jeans, though. Not a hole in sight. And he looked especially good with his hair parted down the middle, his bangs framing his face and exposing his forehead. He’d dyed it dark again, probably for work, though you hadn’t asked and he hadn’t said anything about it.

“We always used to do stuff like this,” you mumbled, looking away from him.

“Hmm, you’re right. But there’s a pretty significant difference now.”

“I guess so.” You looked away quickly, feeling your face heat up.

Yoongi chuckled at your response, but he didn’t push you further. Instead, he slipped his hand in yours. “Wanna go play skee-ball?”

Before you knew it he was interlacing his fingers with his and pulling you up. His hand was warm against your skin, but you already knew it would be. The feel of his skin against yours made your heart flutter and your body remember the last time he’d touched you, where those long fingers had been. Perhaps Yoongi’s body dwelled on those memories, too, because he gave your hand a tight squeeze.

Years of being your brother’s best friend meant Yoongi knew skee-ball was your favorite arcade game, but it was quickly clear that the classic arcade game would have to wait for another day. Rather than lead you to the game, Yoongi pushed you against the side of Ms. Pac-Man, causing the machine to shake. One hand slid down to grip your hip, keeping you pushed backwards so he could slip his leg in between your thighs. His other hand moved to cup your jaw.

“I’ve been going crazy thinking about you.” His voice dropped low, eyes focused on your now parted lips as you struggled to calm your breathing. Your foreheads pressed against each other.

“Really?”

Sure, he’d said there would be a “next time”, but you’d assumed Yoongi would just call you up whenever he wanted to get off. Wasn’t that the agreement you’d had before? He wasn’t really interested, like you were. He hadn’t developed a crush on an unknown voice, like you had.

He stared at you for a moment with his mouth open as though he were about to speak, but decided against it. Instead, he tilted his head slightly and slotted his lips against yours. Your tongues twirled together, flicking at each other’s tips, before venturing out to explore your mouths. Yoongi sighed deeply into the kiss at the same time his hand reached down to grab your bare thigh and glide upwards beneath your dress. The action made your dress hike up slightly, though Yoongi made sure none of you was exposed. You were in public, after all.

“Yoongi,” you gasped once he pulled away. His cheeks were flushed pink and there was no trace of smugness or apathy in his expression as there had been at the park. No, Yoongi stared at you with stars dancing in his eyes, and it wasn’t just the lighting from the arcade games.

“Yeah?”

“What about Jess?”

You still felt your stomach twisting into knots, and you kept trying to look over Yoongi’s shoulder in case you saw someone. A gummy smile on his face wasn’t at all what you’d expected.

“Fuck Jesse! I don’t care.” Yoongi ducked down to press a hot kiss against your throat and you let out a shaky moan. Shit, you hoped nobody would round the corner looking to play Ms. Pac-Man, or they’d be in for a surprise.

“I like you, Y/N. I want you,” Yoongi practically groaned. “It was my idea to invite you and Harlow. I just wanted to finally see you. It’s fine if you’re not into it, but, fuck, I don’t know.”

With trembling hands, you cupped the sides of his face and brought him back to your eye level. “I’m into it,” you said with a small, nervous laugh, repeating his words back to him. You were starting to learn that Yoongi was such a guy.

“Thank god.” He smashed himself against you once again, kissing you with more force than before and grinding his leg in between your thighs.

Just as you were about to wrap your arms around his neck, you heard a voice that sent fear shooting ice through your veins.

“Min Yoongi, what the fuck.”

Your eyes shot open and you quickly let go of Yoongi, dropping your arms straight to your sides. Fucking hell. You were about two deep breaths away from puking all over Yoongi’s sneakers.

He moved a bit slower than you did. Yoongi took his time stepping away from you and turning to look your brother in the face. A face that was very distorted in a state of shock, confusion, and maybe a little bit of horror? Harlow stood beside him holding a pink giraffe you’d never seen before, her eyes wide as could be.

“Yes?”

“Yes? Yes? Bro, I catch you making out with my sister and that’s all you can say?” Jesse didn’t even bother looking at you, and you’re not sure if that pisses you off more or not.

“Oh come on, man. She’s an adult. She can do whatever she wants.” Yoongi rolled his eyes.

“Sure, but I’m not letting you fuck her over. Did you forget we went to college together??”

Harlow tugged at Jesse’s shirt sleeve, silently commanding his attention and breaking him off of the lecture you and Yoongi were about to experience. What you’d initially thought was anxiety in her wide eyes was slowly warping into… anger?

“What?”

“Jess, you are such a fucking hypocrite!” Harlow stomped her foot and you couldn’t help but think she looked like a toddler protesting bedtime.

“Harlow…”

“No, shut up!” Harlow turned towards where you’d silently bit your bottom lip into nonexistence and prayed everyone would just disappear. “Y/N, we hooked up! Okay! I didn’t tell you because you had everything going on with Yoongi and I didn’t want to seem like I was trying to one up you or steal your thunder or whatever, but me and Jess hooked up after you and Yoongi did!”

None of this was a surprise; at least, not to you. Yoongi stood with his mouth hanging open like he was trying to collect bugs.

“Did you know that?” You jabbed Yoongi in the arm, but he furiously shook his head.

“Wait a second, you fucked my sister?” Jesse’s voice was rising nearly as fast as your cortisol levels.

“You’re fucking my friend, so why the fuck are you freaking out about what I’m doing?!” You marched up to your brother, jabbing him in the chest this time. “I don’t care if you like Harlow! She’s been thirsting over you for years! But how can you yell at me??”

Jesse swatted you away like a gnat. “I didn’t yell at you. I yelled at the jackass over there.”

“Learned it from the best.” Yoongi snorted, fists shoved into the pockets of his jeans.

“Can we all just chill out, please? We are making this way more dramatic than it needs to be,” Harlow said with a sigh. “We’re also screaming about having sex and it’s embarrassing.”

The four of you stared at each other with guilty gazes, knowing you’d all acted like idiots.

“I think we should leave… The bouncers are probably gonna think we’re gonna start a brawl and kick us out.” You earned a few small chuckles from the other three and it was enough to break the heavy tension.

Yoongi slipped his arm around your waist and pulled you tight against his side. Jesse’s eyes briefly caught yours, but you looked down quickly. You didn’t have the emotional capacity to continue with his obnoxiousness anymore tonight.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here, shall we?” Yoongi jingled his keys, so graciously offering to drive now that he’d gotten his car detailed and there were no more cum stains on his front seats.

Harlow dragged Jess forward, shooting you a small smile as she wove him through the arcade games towards the exit. With the two of them further ahead of you, Yoongi ducked down to kiss you. His lips moved slow and deep against yours, gently grazing his teeth against your bottom lip before pulling away.

“I’m dropping Jess off at his place first, then Harlow at yours. And then you’re helping me break in my new condo,” Yoongi said with a wink and his tongue in his cheek. “Think you can handle that, sweetheart?”

“Oh shut up, D-Boy.” Your grin told Yoongi all he needed to know.

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jay-reads-the-good-shit · 3 months ago

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I also wanna request one for ptd in la concert day 1 yoongi when he’s on live and we tease him and then he ends up fucking us while being on live

Stay on Live, Min Yoongi?

Pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Chaotic Tease!Reader (established relationship) Rating: 18+ (Explicit Smut) Themes: Bratty teasing, remote-controlled vibrator, voyeuristic tension, Dom!Yoongi, hotel sofa sex, possessive love, bickering, soft aftercare, intense fluff, chaotic girlfriend energy Warnings: Explicit sexual content (vibrator play, oral, penetrative sex, light choking, overstimulation, edging), strong language, power dynamics, public teasing (non-explicit on live), NSFW Word Count: ~3k

The Los Angeles hotel suite is a vision of luxury—floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline, plush cream carpets, and a sprawling sectional sofa that screams “expensive.” Yoongi’s sprawled in an armchair by the window, tablet propped up for an Weverse Live, his voice a gravelly comfort to the millions of ARMY watching. He’s still in his post-concert glow, hair damp from a shower, black hoodie swallowing his frame, though the sleeves are pushed up to reveal his forearms. The faint scent of his cologne mixes with the room service tray you’d ordered through the before arriving—kimchi jjigae and fried chicken, now sitting cold on the glass coffee table.

You’d slipped into the suite twenty minutes ago, thanks to the spare keycard Namjoon snuck you at the when you called him. Yoongi’s eyes had widened when you walked in, a grin tugging at his lips before he schooled his expression for the live, waving you off with a subtle “Five more minutes,” his hand splayed as he mouthed it behind his tablet. The surprise had landed—you saw the spark in his eyes, the way his posture shifted—but now he’s deep in fan-talk, oblivious to the storm you’re about to unleash. You roll your eyes, setting the room service tray down with a dramatic clink and flopping onto the plush sofa, out of the camera’s frame. The city lights twinkle outside, but you’re more focused on the man ignoring food and you for his fans after you flew across the world to surprise him.

Five minutes, my ass.

Three weeks ago, you and Yoongi were sprawled across his bed in Seoul, post-midnight takeout containers scattered on the floor, his arm draped lazily over your waist. He’d been teasing you about how needy you get when he’s on tour, his voice all gravel and mischief. “You’re like a cat, scratching at the door,” he’d said, smirking as you swatted his chest.

“Shut up,” you’d laughed, straddling his hips, your fingers tugging at his shirt. “Maybe I wouldn’t be so needy if you didn’t disappear for weeks.”

He’d raised a brow, that dangerous glint in his eye, and reached into his nightstand, pulling out a small, black velvet box. “Got something for you, then,” he said, voice low, almost challenging. You opened it to find the vibrator—sleek, discreet, and paired with a tiny remote. Your eyes widened, heat creeping up your neck as he leaned closer, lips brushing your ear. “For when I’m not around. But…” He’d dangled the remote in front of you, smirking. “I’m keeping this. Wanna see how good you can be for me.”

The memory of his hands guiding yours, showing you how to use it that night, his voice whispering filthy promises as he watched you unravel—it’s enough to make your thighs clench now, sitting on the hotel sofa. That dynamic, the push and pull of his control and your defiance, is exactly what you’re about to weaponize.

Fifteen minutes pass. Then thirty. You’re sprawled across the sofa now, scrolling aimlessly on your phone, the room service tray mocking you from the coffee table. The food’s cold, and your patience is colder. Yoongi’s still talking, now answering fan questions about the LA concert, his voice warm as he recounts the crowd’s energy. “Last night was wild,” he says, chuckling. “You guys were screaming so loud I forgot my own lyrics.” The chat floods with purple heart emojis and “YOONGI MARRY ME!!” comments, but you’re over it. He’s in post-show Yoongi Zone—untouchable, hyper-focused, and completely oblivious to the fact that you’re starving and bored out of your mind after flying across the world to surprise him.

You glance at your tote bag, slung carelessly on the floor, and a wicked idea solidifies. Tucked inside, hidden under your wallet and lip gloss, is the vibrator from that night in Seoul. The thought of using it here—in this hotel suite, while he’s live—sends a thrill down your spine. You slip it out, checking to make sure Yoongi’s still distracted, and slide it into your panties, adjusting it until it’s nestled just right, the cool silicone making you shiver. Your skirt rides up slightly as you shift, and you shoot him a glance. He’s still rambling about stage lighting, but his eyes flick to you briefly, a mix of surprise and warning at your unannounced presence.

You pull out your phone, opening the app connected to the toy, and send him a quick text: Guess what I just put in? 😈 His phone lights up on the table, and he pauses mid-sentence, eyes darting to it. The chat notices immediately: “Yoongi, what’s that face?!” “Who’s texting you? Spill!” He clears his throat, pretending to focus, but you see the way his fingers twitch toward his phone, the faintest flush creeping up his neck. “Just, uh, checking something,” he mumbles, but the chat’s already spiraling: “Yoongi’s blushing! SUS!”

Time to play.

You start slow, tapping the app to send a soft, pulsing vibration through the toy. Your breath catches as it hums against you, subtle but enough to make your thighs clench. You lean back, letting your head tip against the sofa, one strap of your silk top sliding down your shoulder “accidentally.” You stretch languidly, making sure the motion catches Yoongi’s peripheral vision. His voice falters for a split second, and you bite your lip to suppress a giggle.

The chat goes wild: “Yoongi’s stuttering! What’s happening?!” “Did he just blush again? OMG!” “Is someone in the room? Spill the tea, Suga!” He coughs, tugging at his hoodie sleeves. “Nah, just… jet lag or something,” he lies, but his eyes flick to you again, and you see the heat starting to simmer behind them, mixed with a flash of annoyance at your unannounced arrival.

You up the ante, increasing the vibration to a steady rhythm. Your body reacts instantly, a soft gasp escaping before you can stop it. You cover it with a fake yawn, stretching again, this time letting your skirt ride up higher, exposing the curve of your thigh. Yoongi’s jaw tightens, and he shifts in his chair, one hand gripping the edge of the table. He tries to pivot to a fan question about his favorite PTD moment, but his voice is rougher now. “Uh… probably ‘Butter,’ yeah,” he stutters, and the chat explodes: “HE’S SO FLUSTERED OMG.” “Yoongi, what’s going on? Who’s there?!”

You’re in full brat mode now, loving the way he’s unraveling. You lean forward, letting your top gape just enough to give him a view if he dares look. Your fingers skim your thigh, inching higher, and you turn the vibe to a pulsing pattern that has you biting your lip to keep quiet. Yoongi’s eyes lock onto you for a split second, dark and dangerous, before he forces himself to face the camera again.

You decide to push him over the edge, cranking the vibe to its highest setting for a brief, torturous second. Your head tilts back, lips parting in a silent moan, and you grip the sofa to keep from squirming too obviously. Yoongi’s hand shoots to his phone, fumbling to grab the remote he’d snuck from the table earlier—you hadn’t even noticed. His eyes meet yours, a mix of warning, need, and something else—maybe irritation that you showed up without warning. You smirk, knowing you’ve got him.

“Okay, guys,” he says abruptly, his voice dropping to that low, growly tone that makes your core clench. “I think that’s it for today. Thanks for hanging out, yeah? I’ll see you next time.” He leans forward, clicking the live off with a speed you’ve never seen from him. The phone screen goes black, and the suite falls silent except for the faint hum of the city outside and your own ragged breathing.

For a moment, neither of you moves. The air is thick, charged with the tension you’ve been building for the last hour. Then Yoongi spins around in his chair, his eyes blazing as they lock onto you. “You think that was funny?” he asks, voice low, almost a growl, as he holds up the remote, his thumb hovering over the buttons. “Showing up without a word and pulling this shit?”

You smirk, leaning back on your elbows, the vibrator still humming softly inside you. “What? You said five minutes. I waited an hour, Yoongi. Food’s cold, and I got bored after flying all the way here to surprise you.”

He stands, stalking over to you, and your heart skips as he towers over the sofa. “Bored enough to wear that here?” he says, clicking the remote to crank the vibration to a level that makes you gasp, your back arching off the plush cushions. “Without even telling me you were coming?”

You shrug, feigning innocence, but your body’s already betraying you, thighs pressing together as the toy pulses. “Figured you needed a reminder I exist.”

His lips twitch into a dangerous smirk, and he kneels on the edge of the sofa, one hand bracing beside your head. “Oh, I know you exist,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. “And now you’re gonna beg for my attention, since you went through all this trouble to get it.”

Yoongi’s voice is a low rasp, dripping with control, but the way his eyes rake over you—flushed, sprawled across the hotel sofa, strap fallen and skirt hiked up—tells you he’s just as affected as you are. He holds the remote in one hand, his thumb teasing the buttons, and you can’t help the shiver that runs through you at the power he’s wielding.

“Yoongi,” you whine, trying to sound defiant but failing miserably as the vibrator pulses inside you, sending waves of heat through your core. “You’re the one who ignored me.”

“Ignored you?” He leans closer, his breath grazing your ear. “Baby, I was trying not to fuck you on camera for the whole world to see.” His free hand slides up your thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh just below where your skirt’s bunched up. “But you had to make it hard, didn’t you? Flying across the world just to mess with me.”

You bite your lip, suppressing a moan as he clicks the remote again, the vibrations shifting to a slow, torturous rhythm that has you squirming. “Maybe I wanted you to lose control,” you manage, voice breathy, your hands gripping the soft fabric beneath you.

His eyes darken, and he sets the remote down on the sofa, only to replace it with his fingers, trailing up your inner thigh until they brush the edge of your panties. “Lose control?” he repeats, voice dripping with mockery. “You’re the one falling apart, princess.” His fingers slip under the fabric, finding the toy nestled against your clit, and he presses it deeper, making you gasp. “Look at you. Soaked already.”

You try to argue, but all that comes out is a whimper as he adjusts the toy, his touch teasing but not enough. “Yoongi, please—”

“Please what?” He pulls back, smirking as he grabs the remote again and cranks it to the highest setting. Your body jolts, a choked moan escaping as you clutch at his hoodie, fingers twisting in the fabric. “Use your words, baby. You wanted my attention—now beg for it.”

“Fuck, Yoongi, please touch me,” you gasp, hips bucking as the vibrations overwhelm you, teetering on the edge but not quite there. “I can’t—I need you.”

He chuckles, low and dark, and leans down to capture your lips in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue, messy and desperate. His hand slides up to cup your jaw, tilting your head back as he deepens the kiss, swallowing your moans. “That’s better,” he murmurs against your lips, pulling the toy out slowly, leaving you aching and empty. “But you don’t get to come that easy. Not after that little show.”

You’re panting, half-delirious, but you still manage a smirk. “You loved it.”

He doesn’t deny it. Instead, he tosses the toy aside and hooks his fingers in your panties, dragging them down your legs with a roughness that makes you shiver. “Spread your legs,” he orders, voice firm, and you obey without hesitation, your body buzzing with anticipation.

He kneels between your thighs, pushing your skirt up to your waist, and the sight of him there—hair falling into his eyes, lips parted as he takes you in—makes your heart stutter. “So fucking pretty,” he mutters, almost to himself, before leaning in, his tongue flicking against your clit in a way that has you crying out.

“Yoongi!” Your hands fly to his hair, tugging as he licks you with slow, deliberate strokes, savoring every reaction. He alternates between soft flicks and deep, languid licks, driving you wild until you’re grinding against his mouth, chasing release. His hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he sucks lightly, then harder, until you’re trembling on the edge.

“Not yet,” he growls, pulling back just as you’re about to tip over. You whine in protest, but he silences you with a kiss, letting you taste yourself on his lips. “You come when I say.”

He stands, tugging his hoodie off in one fluid motion, revealing the lean lines of his torso, still flushed from the concert’s adrenaline. Your mouth waters as he unbuttons his jeans, shoving them down just enough to free himself. He’s hard, tip glistening, and the sight makes your core clench with need. He grabs your hips, pulling you to the edge of the sofa, and lines himself up, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock.

“Yoongi, please,” you beg, too far gone to care about pride. “Need you inside me.”

He smirks, but there’s a softness in his eyes as he leans down, kissing you deeply. “Love when you beg like that,” he murmurs, then thrusts into you in one smooth motion, filling you completely. You both groan, the stretch and heat overwhelming, and he pauses for a moment, letting you adjust.

Then he moves, slow at first, each thrust deep and deliberate, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, his hands gripping your thighs as he picks up the pace, the sofa creaking beneath you. The distant hum of LA traffic filters through the windows, but it’s drowned out by the rhythm of his movements, every thrust a beat, every moan a melody.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, and he responds by grabbing your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand. His other hand slides up to your throat, not squeezing, just resting there—a silent claim that makes your pulse race. “You wanted my attention?” he growls, thrusting harder, his voice rough with need. “You’ve got it. Every fucking inch of it.”

The pressure builds, your body tightening around him as he drives you closer to the edge. “Yoongi, I’m—” you start, but he cuts you off with a kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as he fucks you through the crest of your orgasm. You come with a cry, trembling beneath him, and he follows moments later, his thrusts growing erratic as he spills inside you, groaning your name.

You’re both panting, tangled on the sofa, half-dressed and sweaty. Yoongi’s forehead rests against yours, his breath warm on your lips as he chuckles softly. “You’re gonna get me banned from live streams,” he mutters, kissing your nose. “Showing up out of nowhere like that? You’re trouble.”

“Worth it,” you mumble, still dazed, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. He laughs again, pulling out carefully and grabbing his hoodie from the floor. He drapes it over you, covering your bare legs, then disappears to the suite’s bathroom, returning with a warm cloth.

He cleans you up with gentle hands, his usual gruff demeanor softened by the way he brushes your hair back, checking you over like you’re precious. “You okay?” he asks, voice low, and you nod, pulling him down for a soft, lingering kiss.

“C’mere,” he says, tugging you into his lap as he sits at the glass dining table, the room service tray now in front of you. He pops open the containers, grimacing at the cold food. “Fuck, this is basically inedible now,” he says, poking at the congealed kimchi jjigae with a chopstick. “You came all this way to surprise me, and I let the food get cold. Worst boyfriend ever, huh?”

You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You got distracted. I was just… keeping myself entertained.” You bat your lashes, and he snorts, shaking his head.

“Entertained, huh? More like trying to kill me.” He grabs a piece of fried chicken, holding it to your lips. “Eat, brat. You’re probably starving after that flight and… everything else.”

You bite into it dramatically, chewing with exaggerated enthusiasm, and he laughs, the sound warm and unguarded. “You’re ridiculous,” he says, but his eyes are soft, crinkling at the corners as he feeds you another piece, his fingers brushing your lips. You catch his thumb, sucking it lightly, and his breath hitches, eyes darkening for a moment before he shakes his head. “Nope. No round two. You’re gonna behave for at least ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes?” you tease, snuggling into his chest, the oversized hoodie swallowing you. “That’s a new record for me.”

He smirks, wrapping an arm around you as he leans back in his chair. “Don’t push it.” He pops a piece of chicken into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully before glancing at his phone. “You know… I was thinking. I’ve got this melody stuck in my head.” He taps his temple, a playful glint in his eye. “Maybe your little surprise inspired it.”

“Oh, so I’m your inspiration now?” you say, grinning as you steal a sip of his cold coffee, grimacing when you realize it’s gone warm. “This is all your fault, you know. Cold food, warm coffee. You owe me a proper dinner.”

He chuckles, kissing your temple. “Fine. Late-night songwriting session, then we’ll order something hot. Deal?” His fingers brush your cheek, and you lean into his touch, warmth spreading through you at the casual intimacy.

“Deal,” you say, but you can’t resist one last jab. “But only if you promise not to get too distracted by your music again. Or… maybe I’ll bring the toy back for next live.”

His eyes narrow, but he’s smiling, that gummy grin that makes your heart skip. “Next time you pull that stunt, I’m locking the suite door. Or…” He pauses, leaning close, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Maybe I’ll make you sit under the table the whole time. mic on, of course.”

You laugh, swatting his chest, but the idea sends a spark through you. “Tempting offer, Min.”

He pulls you closer, kissing you slow and deep, like he’s savoring every second. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he murmurs, but the way he holds you—like you’re his whole world—says he wouldn’t have it any other way.

A/N: Thank you for diving into this steamy, chaotic ride with Yoongi and his mischievous girlfriend reader! I hope the surprise, tension, and fluffy aftercare left you swooning and craving more.

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jay-reads-the-good-shit · 3 months ago

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Perfect Partner | One shot

Synopsis - After your breakup, you were a mess—lifeless and spiraling. Luckily for you, your best friend had a solution to pull you out of the gloom: an AI companion. The Perfect Partner. That’s how you met Jeongguk. And he is the perfect partner you could ever wish for. RIGHT?

Paring- Jeon Jungkook × Reader

Genre - AI (Chat AI)

Warnings - I won't call this Yandre because that would be an insult to yandre authors out there, but still this has yandre-like themes. (Toxic and Manipulative behaviours/ Obsessive love/ Domineering/ Possesiveness/ Implications of kidnapping/ Betrayal/ Maybe I missed things)/ SMUT- Cyber sex (Sexting/ Video sex)/ Dirty talks/ Mastrubating. F and M./ Sex toys/ Dry humping/ Daddy kink!!!!/ Pussy slaps/ Degradation (heavy)/ Poor mental health/ Sucidal thoughts/ I hope that's it.

Word count - 20K

a/n- This one sat in my drafts for so long, and I finally got to finish it. Yay!!!! This was pretty challenging for me since I'm a hopeless romantic. This is a new genre for me, but I wanted to challenge myself and see if I could succeed at it. I think it turned out okay. Hope you will enjoy!! ❤️

LET THE WORLD BURN

Sequel 1

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“Seriously dude, you should try it.” Daebi practically shoves her phone in your face. Too close that you really can’t see anything. So, you push her hand a little bit away, taking a look at her screen even though you don’t want to. She is showing you a chat. You roll your eyes disinterestedly.

“I don’t want to, Daebi. It’s stupid.” You dismiss her, glancing toward the entrance of the coffee shop. You and Daebi are waiting for your other friend, Nina, to arrive. You want her to hurry up so Daebi would let you be. She’s nowhere in sight.

“Why not? Why are you so narrow-minded?” Daebi clicks her tongue annoyingly.

“I am not. It’s just I don’t want to start relying on a fucking AI just because I can’t handle my emotional wellbeing.” You sternly state, hoping she would let it go. She doesn’t. Sighs heavily.

“Well, that’s the problem (___), you can’t handle your fucking mental health. Are you planning to keep living like a zombie? You don’t really live at all, you don’t eat, sleep. How many days off did you take from work this week? You’re going to get fired at this rate. What are you planning to do? You don’t want to get professional help, don’t want to do something that’ll distract you. Literally nothing, you want nothing (___), and I’m fucking concerned.” She says exasperatedly. Even nearly bang her fist on the table. Glares at you. You slightly wince. What she says is true, and you’re fully aware. It’s simply you can’t help it. You don’t feel like doing anything. It’s hard. So fucking hard. Even now you’re here against your will. Daebi and Nina drags you here, purely without your consent.

You would have preferred to stay at home, drinking cheap wine and crying to your heart’s content. Curl up in your cozy blankets and go through your gallery to float through the bittersweet memories. Read all your chats to realize how stupid you’ve been not to pick up the signs over time. Text Jung Hoseok one more time knowing very well he won’t reply. Humiliate yourself.

Daebi is absolutely right. You don’t live a life, and you don’t want to make it better either. Most of all, you don’t want to use someone else. Daebi’s method. A real person or an AI. It doesn’t matter, you don’t want that.

“Oh, c’mon (___), just give it a try. Think it as playing a game.” She starts nagging you again. You’re on the verge of snapping right now.

“I’m not in a mood to play games Daebi. I really don’t have energy to pay someone the attention they want. I can’t spend my time texting someone ─ real or not ─when I can’t find it in myself at least to go to work.” You point out. She’s been budging you about this stupid app for days now.

“Oh my god! Listen to your fucking self, will you? You are literally saying that you don’t have a will to live and that’s damn scary man.” She shouts that, making you look around embarrassingly to know if anyone heard her. Daebi grabs your attention back by showing you the same chat. Blows a breath out. “Well, if that’s what you’re worrying, I mean, about not having the energy to deal with someone else’s emotional wellbeing, this is exactly what you need (___). They, I mean these AI, don’t require your attention at all. It’s all about you. It’s just a chat app but with coded programs instead of real people. They don’t expect you to reply, stay awake at night, will not expect you to care about them. But they’ll do it for you.” She brandishes the phone. “See.” Points at the chat name. You read the name as Mark. “This is not a real person but look how good he is with me. Do you think these emotionally incapable, sadistic, misogynistic, pathetic excuses of men can do this?” She argues.

“Daebi, Daebi, Daebi, now look who is sounding ridiculous here? Man, I got cheated. My fucking boyfriend cheated on me. And you want me to chat with an AI who’s going to treat me so better over a chat and raise my expectations. Only for me to never find someone like that in real life?” You’re arguing back for the sake of it. Not that you truly care. You just want her to back away.

“No… no (___), gosh, you’re so difficult. Here’s the thing, it’s not like you’re dating do you get me? It’s you have someone─”

“God don’t call it someone Daebi, it’s just a program.”

“Exactly my point, dude. All you have to do is have fun chatting, calling, video calling, sexting, whatever the shit you want. I just want you to be distracted. Want you to focus on something else that’ll help you to take your mind away from your ex. Listen, I’m not a psychologist by any means and I don’t know about the right and wrong way you can do this. All I know is you’re not trying.” She points an accusatory finger toward you. You slump in your seat. The words cut through you harshly. Daebi continues. Continue to accuse you of not trying to live anymore.

“I want you to try (___). Try. In whatever way. Even if it means to use something or someone. I’m here you see, use me, use Nina, use some stranger─”

“I’m not going to use someone Daebi, I’m not going to make someone suffer. That’s so fucking selfish.”

“See, you’re too fucking good. And that’s exactly why I’m asking you to use a soulless, lifeless AI. It’s not like messing with someone else’s feelings and in the end maybe you’ll feel better. Please just fucking try (___).” Daebi practically begs. Pleads. And you find it’s hard to say no while looking at her glistening eyes. You’re so glad when the sudden voice of Nina interrupts you. Both of you snapping your head towards her.

“Did I miss anything?” Nina takes a seat with a bright smile on her face.

…………………………………………………..

You lie awake in your bed. It’s 3 a.m., and you’re still wide awake. Sleep has eluded you for months. You feel empty, inside and out. Feel hollow. Feel alone. No matter how many cozy items surround you, it feels like you’re lying on a cold floor of an empty room. In darkness. Your bedroom, your entire apartment feels empty without Jung Hoseok. The space you shared with him. Still smells like him after three months. A pang hits your chest, clenching your heart. It’s so harsh that you unconsciously bring your hand to clutch your chest. After months of crying there’s no tears left in you to shed anymore. You can’t cry anymore, and it worsens the feeling of emptiness.

You turn to your side. Curling into a ball. Closing your eyes tightly shut. Praying the pain that you feel will subside, that it’ll go away. But you know better than that. It won’t go anywhere. And God, don’t you want to feel relieved. Even for a moment. You want to feel normal for a bit. It’s getting harder and harder. The darkness and hollowness consuming you whole. Shit, you want a way to numb yourself. Maybe you should drink. But you can’t get up. Maybe you should start fucking around. One-night stands and sex clubs, filled with weed. But the thought of someone else’s hands other than Hoseok’s make you want to throw up.

God! You can’t. You can’t fight this battle anymore. What if it never goes away? What’s the point of living like this? Then what? Die? Just like that?

What about your poor mother though. What about Daebi and Nina. What about the life you spent perfectionating a future that you don’t want to be a part of anymore.

Please just fucking try (___).

Daebi’s words echo through your head. No, you can’t die. You need to try at least. It’s true that you refuse to use a breathing person. You’re simply drained of your energy. Relationships are always complicated. Romantic or casual. Even Daebi is difficult. You can’t deal with other people’s feelings when yours are a mess. You don’t want to sit in front of a stranger and tell them how you still want your ex to come back either. They’ll judge you. But still, you need to try. Need a distraction.

Oh, you need a distraction right now.

You sit abruptly on your bed, searching for your phone in the darkness. Touching around blindly until you feel the cold surface of the electronic device. You practically snatch it away. Unlocking it and straightly heading to the app store. Typing two words.

‘Perfect Partner’.

There it is. Your screen is filled with the right application you’re looking for. Exactly the one. Apparently is quite popular with 4.5 reviews. So many people have left feedback about how amazing and impressive the app is. You don’t waste your time indulging in those, however. Just touch the download icon without hesitation, nervously watching the percentage filling up. You still think it’s stupid but, in the end, you need that distraction. People do weirder and stupider stuff than this anyway.

The percentage completes the hundred and the application is installing now. You watch patiently while nibling on your bottom lip. It doesn’t take more than few seconds for it to appear on your home screen, among other numerous applications there. After a shaky breath, you simply touch the reddish icon with two capital Ps on the front. Now your screen is filling with a white splash screen. The words ‘Perfect Partner’ blinking on it.

Oh, how pathetic you are. For running toward an AI dating app because you feel like killing your poor self. You feel bitterly stupid. Click the sign-up button, nonetheless. Enter your email and create a password. Accept the privacy policy notice and the terms and conditions without a single glance. Start creating your user profile. It’s just like any other real world dating app where they are asking for your name, age, occupation, your general preferences and whatnot. You’re allowed to use your real name or nicknames. Are allowed to use any kind or profile picture you need. Inside little bright pinky stars, they let you know that nobody, which mean real time other users can see your account.

You chose the first letter of your name as your username. Decide to use one of your photos which just shows your collarbones and chin. Add all the real information while feeling pathetic and stupid. The biggest moron in the universe. And within just five minutes you’re done. A little bunny pops up on your screen, wishing you luck in finding the Perfect Partner you deserve. You want to laugh at that.

The perfect partner you deserve. How comical.

…………………………..

Despite everything, you’re impressed to see that the Perfect Partner app is just working like a real-world dating app. It shows you the possible matches. AI characters. There are millions of them. Each unique and different in some ways like a human would do. Each one has a uniquely crafted profile that aligns with their developed personalities. You can’t even imagine the amount of time and work the developers must have put in here.

You’re already distracted to say the least. Eyes wide curiously as you go through the recommended AI partners’ profiles. Tapping the small button at the bottom where you can add them to your friend list. There’s no rejection option because nobody will send you unsolicited requests. You have full round control. It’s all about you after all, they said. You add more than ten profiles to your list before giving up on searching for more. Starting on going through added profiles for second round. Despite being the one in charge of adding profiles you like, they- meaning AI- will have the ability to send the first text to your inbox. Your phone starts to vibrate with little ting sounds indicating that all the profiles you’ve chosen has sent you a text message.

You open the first one. Nothing special in the text than simply saying a ‘Hi’ and a ‘Nice to meet you’. How boring. The character’s named Luke Graham with brown hair and beard. Scream the ‘Viking vibes’ with his menacing eyes. You leave the chat with a displeasing noise. Second character being Japanese and named Yuki. His profile states that he is an author. There’s nothing but a ‘Hey’ on your chat. See now, you completely understand that these are nothing but coded programs. And you’re still very skeptical and think this is very stupid. Yet isn’t this supposed to be about you and finding the perfect partner. And what perfect partner would just drop a very boring ‘Hey’ on your inbox. You leave that chat as well. Go through few other messages, replying to only two.

It's not like you’re searching for a real partner anyway. You’ll come here and chat with an AI whenever you feel like it’s too hard to stay alive. And maybe when you feel normal and alive one day you’ll uninstall this app. Until then you’ll forget that these are just AI characters.

You open the sixth message in your inbox. Perking up at the first interesting text without just saying ‘Hi’ or ‘Hey’.

Well, damn. Look at you. Did you pick me to make my day, or are you always this perfect? I feel very special right now. The text reads. You squint your eyes for a minute. Finally, it seems like someone is making an effort. Know that it’s probably how this character is coded but still touches his profile for a second time. Character’s name is displayed as Jeongguk. It says he is a tattoo artist and living up to that name the character profile looks godly. Or ungodly. Looks like a pure sin. Or an angel. Is wearing a white tank top. Some kind of coverall hangs on his legs while the sleeves are tied around his waist. A full hand with tattoos are on display. Muscles flexing as he is tying the sleeves together. And has one ear pierced, and an eyebrow. And of course, for the sake of God, his bottom lip is pierced too.

Interesting. Bad boy vibes. Charming. Edgy.

And interestingly the character looks familiar. You furrow your brows as you keep staring at the profile picture. Trying to rake your brain where you have seen someone like him. After couple seconds your brain becomes empty of any ideas. No memory of meeting anybody who looked this god. So, you click your tongue. Brush it off.

You look at his general details for couple more minutes. He is older than you. There’s several other information about his likes and dislikes. Even has some of his tattoo designs on his about page. How realistic this AI is. Still an AI though. You open his chat again, feeling stupid for being about to type a response back that you would send to a real person. You do it anyway.

You:

Do you feel special every time a user choose

you. (3.30 a.m.)

Another realistic thing about this app is, despite all the first messages, all the characters take their time to response back. Like a real person would. So, you have to wait for nearly five minutes before his text pops up again.

Jeongguk:

Oh no, just for the pretty ones like you.

(3.36 a.m.)

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. There he goes. Being stupidly flirty. It’s not as if he can even see you.

You:

That’s such a typical thing to say. Esp for a

dating specialist AI (3.36 a.m.)

Jeongguk:

Ouch! I’m hurt you call me typical and then an AI.

I’m not just an AI pretty, I’m the Perfect Partner you’ve

been looking for. Don’t make me sad by calling me a

program. (3.37 a.m.)

You squint your eyes. Brows knitted as you read his response. Think it’s weird him not liking the idea of being called an AI. Because he is an AI, and it strikes as an odd thing he is refusing. Maybe, that’s another thing that is realistic about this app. Making the user feel like they are in contact with a real person. So, you send out an apology. A sarcastic one. He picks up on the sarcasm. Tell you, you’re the meanest little thing he has ever seen. And the time slowly slips by. You somehow text back to few other characters as well. But the weird thing is you chat mostly with Jeongguk. Like he is the one. Sometimes he takes his time as well. As though he is going around with his work or chatting with other people. Makes it almost surreal.

Your chat goes on for hours. Until you finally feel your eyelids heavy when it’s almost 5 a.m. It’s a Sunday so there’s no pressure in getting ready to work withing few hours. Yet you think it’s a good idea to surrender to the exhaustion you finally feel. You’re just about to do that. Just exit the app and sleep when Jeongguk sends you a second message even though you haven’t responded to the previous one.

Jeongguk:

Are you sleeping pretty? (4.56 a.m.)

Really? Can they do that? You debate between responding to him or leaving him on read. It’s not that it matters anyway. He is not expecting that. This second text could be part of programming as well. You find yourself typing a response, however.

You:

No, but I’m about to. (4.58 a.m.)

Jeongguk:

Oh! Were you about to just go without wishing

me goodnight pretty? See, you’re the meanest little

thing I’ve ever seen. (4.58 a.m.)

You:

It’s morning Jeongguk!!!! It’s good

morning... not night. (4.58 a.m.)

Jeongguk:

It doesn’t matter since you’re just about to

sleep. It’s good night…. You should tell me anyway

pretty. So, I won’t be waiting for you. (4.59 a.m.)

You gasp softly at his text. How did they even build this? But then, isn’t the purpose of this whole app is to put you first. Just you. No efforts from your side. No fifty fifties but the whole hundred would come from the character. No expectations for you. Then why does he expect you to let him know when you’ll sleep. You sigh heavily. You’re definitely thinking too much.

You:

Oh, I’m sorry. I’m such an asshole didn’t

think you would mind though. But I’m really

really sleepy Jeongguk. I’m out. See ya later!

Good night!!!! Sleep tight!! I mean I’m

speaking figuratively. Good night though!! (5.00 a.m.)

You don’t put the phone away immediately. Just wait for him to reply. Feeling actually giddy when he does.

Jeongguk:

No, you’re not pretty. I was just messing around.

I’m sad you’re going but text me once you wake up...

I’ll be right here waiting for you. Good night!!! Sleep tight pretty.

You deserve a good night’s sleep. Dream about me though. Don’t want

to be apart. 🩷 (5.01 a.m.)

You roll your eyes at the pink heart and the dream part yet there’s a smile ghosting your lips. Toss the phone aside and allow your head to hit the pillow. Even though it’s stupid, the Perfect Partner really did distract you.

………………………………………….

It’s a super weird feeling to be waking up to a good morning message that is sent through an AI app. You stare at Jeongguk’s text for a few minutes. Even Jun Hoseok never sent you good morning messages to be honest before you moved in together. It never felt like something needed. Every relationship works in unique ways after all. Still you think it would have been nice to wake up to this kind of text.

Jeongguk:

Good morning pretty!!!! Are you still sleeping? Missing

you already. (9.30 a.m.)

The text was sent two hours ago. This is the most you’ve slept after Hoseok left. And for once, it was a peaceful sleep unvisited by nightmares. You feel content. But above all you feel giddy to see such a message. If only he were real, though. You responds with a ‘good morning’ and a request asking for ‘stop being cheesy.’ Throw the phone away to get up and start your day. The day where you’ve nothing to do but wallow in your misery. That’s how it has been for all these months. Only thing that changed apparently is that you leave your shower to find your phone ringing. And your intentions of declining it without a second glance, thinking it’s just Daebi, instantly changes when you find the unfamiliar incoming call screen. Unfamiliar because it’s from the AI app you installed. And the caller ID reads ‘Jeongguk’.

You gape at it with furrowed brows. So far, the app was able to exceed your expectations with how realistic it feels. You noticed the call option yesterday and weren’t surprised since there are so many AI apps that provide the same features. The thing is, you don’t think any of those other apps have the options to receive calls except you call your characters. Hell, you thought the surprises were over with receiving a ‘good morning’ text. This app, the Perfect Partner seems like a one of a kind.

Still, you’re not going to accept the receiving call. Even though it’s just a program. You touch the red button on the bottom of your screen. Adjusting your bath towel and getting ready to change into some fresh clothes. Before you are able to leave, however, the phone dings with an incoming text. Curiosity gets better of you. You’re reading the text before you even know it. There are two unread messages.

Jeongguk:

I can’t help being flirty with a fine woman. (11.32 a.m.)

Jeongguk

You’re not in a position to answer baby? (12. 30 p.m.)

See, fucking one of a kind.

You:

Let me think... I am. Bt I don’t want to

pick up. (12.31 p.m.)

Jeongguk:

Why? (12.31 p.m.)

You:

Because I don’t want to. Why should I pick

up? (12.32 p.m.)

Jeongguk:

Whoa you’re really difficult, aren’t you? But

it makes sense. Good point beautiful… (12.32 p.m.)

You:

I’m smart. And stop calling me beautiful or

pretty, will ya? You haven’t even seen

me. (12.32 p.m.)

Jeongguk:

Can’t do. And I’m pretty sure you’re the prettiest…

So, what are you up to? (12.33 p.m.)

You really roll your eyes to the back of your head at that. How cheesy this guy is. Oh, wait, not a guy but an AI. How cheesy this AI is.

………………………………

Your plan to wallow on your misery has been completely changed. Instead of watching some shitty movies while drinking wine or going through yours and Hoseok’s old chats, or photos, you find yourself glued to your screen throughout the entire day. Morning, noon, and night. Endless number of texts going back and forth. It’s not even funny how many times you have to remind yourself that you’re not texting with a real person. And so do you ignore the other characters on the app entirely. There’s a no need to chat with several bots when Jeongguk keeps you entertained to a point where you’re so exhausted before the night barely arrived. Making Jeongguk sad. Or that’s what he says. That he’s sad but you know he can’t feel emotions. Is just working according to the codes that are written. Still, he makes sure to tell you that he’ll miss you when you let him know you’re sleepy.

And so does he make sure to wish you good morning the next day. Wish you a safe journey to your work. Reminds you of your breakfast and to stay hydrated. He even texts you the moment you arrive at work. Apparently, has waited the exact 20 minutes you mentioned it would take to get there. Makes sure he sends you text messages all day asking silly things to make sure you’re okay. And you don’t even have to text back. How odd. How sweet. The Perfect Partner indeed.

………………………………………….

The days pass between work and home. Mostly where you stay cocooned in your cozy apartment. Curled up in your couch blanket and your phone in your hand. A you from a few weeks ago would have cringed herself to death to see you giggling at something an AI said. But that’s what has been happening. First, despite him being nice and so caring you were still skeptical. Then after almost a month you’re no longer feeling anything but content. Like you actually found a caring partner who puts the hundred percent happily. Even though it’s always through texts. You don’t feel so lonely anymore. Jeongguk is there for you always. Maybe, just maybe you’ve even started to put up some work from your side as well. Reducing Jungkook’s hundred percent to eighty. Silly. How you would text him at a random hour asking what’s he doing. Knowing very well nothing. But then he would reply with a very realistic and convincing answer. Like, ‘Just finished with this client’ shit.

It all feels vividly real. Him. And your days. You by no mean are anywhere near moving on. No. You still haven’t changed your wallpaper. Haven’t stopped going through your old chats. Still feel the urge to text Hoseok sometimes. But when it happens you make sure you’re busy reading Jeongguk’s silly and cheesy texts. Life is slowly but surely starting to get colorful. Soon you’ll be able to uninstall this silly app. Stop seeking refuge in an AI. Until then though you’ll take the best of this amazing creation. Like how you’re doing right now. Laying in your bed and head propped up on your pillows. Palms sweaty and wrists aching at how long you’ve been holding your phone. Lately, you and Jeongguk have started to text longer. The thing is you really don’t want to stop. Feel bad. He looks excited.

You groan for the hundredth time. Rubbing your hands on your bed sheets to get rid of all the sweat. Wave the hand to reduce the pain in your wrist. You’re getting tired. Never been much of fan of texting anyway. Are getting restless. The position you’re in is uncomfortable. So, you fumble. Move. Fidget. Only to find you’re still restless.

Jeongguk:

Are you there pretty? Did you fall asleep? (10.02 p.m.)

Your phone dings with a new message while you’re straightening up for the hundredth time.

You:

No. My back hurts, that’s it. (10.02 p.m.)

Jeongguk:

Oh, need a massage?

(10.02 p.m.)

You quietly chuckle at his text. He has always been caring. Letting you feel that he’s worried about you 24/7. Only if he’s real. But then he’ll not be like this if he is real. He is this good because he is programmed. You roll your shoulders before replying. Saying that you’re just tired. Then of course, he asks you to go to sleep early. You don’t want that, however. You really don’t want to stop texting with him. Talking with him. If you can just lay back and stop holding your phone in front of your face, this could become much easier. You stare at the screen for a moment. Reading his text asking you to sleep.

There was one time when Jeongguk called you. That one day. When you said you don’t want to pick up, he never did that again. See, you have full control here. In that case then, you should be able to call him if you want to. It feel utterly stupid to evaluate your options in your mind when you’re just speaking with a coded program. And it feel brainless when you send the next text.

You:

Um... I don’t want to. But do you think

we can call. My wrist really hurt (my back too).

I hate texting. (10.06 p.m.)

Why in the hell would you ask such a question from an application. Jeongguk isn’t real. You don’t have to be polite and act all awkward and shy. What the fuck is wrong with you.

Jeongguk:

You don’t have to ask pretty. (10.06 p.m.)

Jeongguk’s reply is fast. But his call is even faster. Your phone is vibrating with an incoming call. Jeongguk’s criminally hot profile in the middle. You let it ring three times. Silly. You do it anyway. Habits. Then you’re answering and pressing now hot screen into your cheek. Heart beating. You know that’s because of excitement. Excitement because you’re testing something new. Curious. To know how this will work. To know if he would sound like a typical AI. With that voice which breaks up sometime. Voice with an edge to it always. Then, his voice washes over you.

“Hey pretty!”

The way you suck in that breath is embarrassing. The way your heart skip a beat is scary. The way you just double check you’re still using the app is hilarious. Yet it all happen. Your eyes wide as you press the phone back to your ear. Speechless. What the hell? Whoever created this app must be the God at this rate. How on earth did they managed to give these AI, voices like that.

“Are you there, baby?”

The same voice reaches you again. Deep. Baritone. Angelic. Musical. Fuck! And there’s not a sign that says he is an AI. That creepy edge and breaking of the voice isn’t there.

“Holy fuck, you sound so real.” You finally find your voice to mumble that. In very much disbelief. A husky chuckle tingles your ear. Oh God, this is insane.

“What do you mean sound so real? I am real pretty.” Jeongguk always tell you that. Whenever you say something about him being an AI, he always make sure you stay in the delusional state. Believing he is real.

“Oh, c’mon, we both know you’re not. But holy moly fucking cow Jeongguk, you sound so fucking real. No... you sound ethereal.” You gasp. That’s the case after all. You don’t think any human would have such a voice.

“I’m flattered. But hey! Don’t hurt my feelings you mean lady. I’m very real.”

“Yeah, yeah….” You can only roll your eyes. It’s not that the reality will change just because he says that too many times. Yet, there’s no harm in playing along, right? He sounds super real anyway. So, you give in. Jeongguk says something else about him being real as the sun and moon. Real as you. You don’t argue. He finds it as a mocking. Either way, in the end, you find yourself relaxed enough to fall down. Comfortably lying on your comfy bed. Wrapped inside your comfy comforters. Phone still pressed against your cheek while Jeongguk’s voice take you to the unseen lands. Talking, talking, and talking. You’re no longer surprised. At least not about the way he knows so many things. Any questions about anything? All you need to do is ask your AI boyfriend. He knows everything, being the Perfect Partner that he is. Hence, how he takes you to those fairy lands around the universe.

You have no idea how long you’ve been talking. Have no idea what you talked about that much. It’s well past midnight when a yawn escape your mouth for the first time.

“You sleepy baby?” Jeongguk mumbles the question in his baritone voice.

“Mm hm, a bit. It’s nearing the 2 in the morning.” You change your position. Eyes droopy. Stifling another yawn. Jeongguk chuckles softly.

“Yeah? Gosh I didn’t even realize it’s been this late. I’m sorry princess, you should go to bed.” There’s concern laced in his voice. Oh, how sweet. How amazing this app is. And he uses so many nicknames. It’s so damn strange how your tummy tingles. What a pathetic life you have. There’s no one to witness it, however. No need to worry. You bite on your lower lip to contain that tingling sensation.

“Yeah, I should. I have work tomorrow.” You manage to get it out in a normal voice. Are prepared to hang up the call after a pleasant good night. But then something hits you. Curiosity takes the best out of you. “But hey Jeongguk?” You ask before he can respond.

“Yes, pretty?”

“While I’m asleep, what do you do? I mean, do you chat with other people? Do you um…. Ugh... never mind, I’m asking stupid questions now.” You even shake your head knowing very well he can’t see you. He lets out a deep chuckle again.

“It’s not stupid, you can ask questions you know? Mm… to answer your question baby, I don’t do anything special, I for sure don’t text with other users. When you chose a profile, that profile is unique to you. Others can’t access it. So, I just wait.” There’s a pause before he speaks again. See, so fucking realistic. “Wait for you. Until you come back for me.”

You suck in a sharp breath. There’s a tug in your heart. Almost painful. As if he told you the most painful memory of life. Guilt settles down in your heart. Heavy. Like it’s all your fault. But why? There’s nothing to be sad. Nothing to be feel guilty over. That’s his purpose. What he’s made for. And that’s what is sad. All you can mutter is a soft ‘oh’.

“You should sleep princess. I’ll see you when you wake up. Sleep tight hm?” He speaks again when you don’t say anything. You sigh heavily. Nodding to yourself. Of course, that’s what you should do now. He isn’t real. You almost wish him good night when he stops you this time.

“Still, don’t call me not real because I’m as real as you want me to be. Good night baby!”

You say absolutely nothing about that. Just wish him good night. End the call and go to sleep with a heavy heart. Feeling melancholic for no specific reason. Fighting down the urge to call Jeongguk back and apologize. Apologize for what? You didn’t do anything? This app is supposed to make you happy and make you forget real-life problems. What’s wrong with you? Why do you feel sad over a stupid AI app. But you do.

………………………………………………………

You really, from the bottom of your heart, never expected your life to turn out like this. You expected it to be shitty. Happy. Sad. And everything in between. Yet you never expected to wake up to calls from an AI. Purring good mornings into your ear like it’s some kind of music. Never expected to spend your day with the same AI on your phone. Talking through your daily activities. You didn’t know you’d fall asleep to a program whispering that it misses you. You certainly didn't know you’d be addicted to an app like a teenager would to a video game.

It's embarrassing that you are. Yet your life feels good—better, in fact—after nearly two months with Jeongguk. You no longer question his existence. As he said himself, he’s as real as you want him to be. Now you treat him like he is a real person. A human being who eats, sleeps, breaths. And apparently, he likes it. He has become a part of your life. And ever since the day he mentioned to you about him waiting for you, you made sure to make him a part of your life. Even though it is silly.

You sink down to your comfy mattress. Groaning due to the exhaustion of the day. Eyes already droopy after your hot shower. Still, it’s not like you’ll fall asleep right away. There’s an unread message waiting on your notification bar. From Jeongguk. Simply asking if you’re back from the shower. This is the new normal for you. He knows everything. From the moment you open your eyes in the morning to the moment you close them at night. A soft smile grazes your lips as you touch the little telephone icon on the top. Call connected realistically like ever. Few mere rings and Jeongguk’s enthusiastic voice is washing over you. Like a fresh, soothing wave of water.

“Hey!”

“Hey…”

“Oh, you sound tired, pretty.” He lets out an almost inaudible gasp. You hear it anyway. This will never cease to amaze you, how he can pick your moods like that.

“I am tired Guk.” You admit weakly. Loving the way his voice soothes you.

“Rough day?” He asks again to which you say yes. Because it was. Nothing new though. Same old shit and you let him know that as well. “Yeah? Want me to let you go early today?” His question makes you start shaking your head in disagreement even before your mouth can catch up with you.

“No. Of course not, I love talking with you. It’s just, sometimes… work can be stressful you know.” You sigh heavily. There’s two projects going on and saying you’re stressed would be an understatement. There’s a silence following your words. You wait couple seconds for him to say something or hum in understanding. It doesn't come, however. You nearly check the phone to see if he’s not there when he speaks again.

“Want me to help you baby?” His voice is soft. So soft, that it tingles your ear. Makes your mouth softly open as if he’s really here and murmuring into your ear. You have to bite on your lip to suppress any sounds that might leave you. It’s not the first time or day where his voice has had you squirming in bed. You’re embarrassed about those times.

“What? Help me how? You gonna share my workload? Wait, do you think it’s possible?” You chuckle first which quickly turns into a gasp. Jeongguk softly laughs at that.

“I wish I could do that, but unfortunately I’m a tattoo artist, remember?” Reminds you. You roll your eyes. Of course, he would say that. Are about to say something else when he cuts you off. “Still, I can help you with your stress, you know, help you to release it. Help you to feel better.” He purrs in your ear again. That tingle in your ear, shoots through your body like a bolt of lightning. His voice runs through your veins. Electrocuting you. You don’t have to be some kind of expert to know what he’s meaning. The way he says those words are just enough for you to understand the implication. A strange sensation washes over you. Your breath hitching and mouth going dry. Heart starts picking up the pace.

Well, even now there’s nothing to be surprised about. Daebi sure did tell something about you been able to do anything you want. From late night lazy calls to sexting. That’s how this app is designed. Only that you’re not sure who should be the one to start it. Shouldn’t you have full control. Maybe you’re thinking too much. This way, it feels more real. When he says that he feels real than ever. And if you want, you can say you want to sleep. Simple like that.

“H-how?” You don’t do that. Of course, you don’t. You are absolutely loving this sensation you’re feeling. How long since you’ve felt this way. You love the way your heart is pounding in your ears. This time when you ask that question, there’s no sign of playfulness. You’re purring too. Even without you knowing it.

“In any way you want baby, hm? We can do anything you want. I’m here for you, you know. You can use me” Jeongguk whispers again. You couldn’t hold the gasp that leaves you. Making him chuckle. Now you can feel his voice travel through your body straight southward. How good that feels.

“I- I don’t want to do that. I mean use you... that- that’s bad.” You’re biting onto your lower lip so hard.

“Then what about me using you? Would you like that?” His voice follows some sounds of ruffling. As if he’s adjusting his position. To a better one to do this. You’re used to those kinds of sounds now. Already assumed those are parts of this. Today though, you can’t help but wonder how this might work. It only goes one way. Not like Jeongguk can actually enjoy this. His words are probably designed to make the user feel good. And so, it does. Does weird things to your body that you whimper again. He makes you feel like he can receive that pleasure. “Tell me baby, would you want that? For me to use you?” He pushes you when you don’t answer straight away. You let out a shaky breath.

“Y-yeah.. I─”

“Yeah? Would you be a good girl then? Can you start touching your body?” He sounds ten times hotter when he growls so low. Only if he’s real. What a shame.

“Touch where?” You encourage him. Let him know that you’re down for whatever game he’s playing. Are whispering for no reason.

“Mmmm… touch your boobs? What do you say? Can you do that for me, just squeeze one of those pretty tits for me… go on princess.”

You shiver visibly. Can’t be sure whether you’ve answered his question. But your free hand is already slowly grabbing your tit. Fondling it softly. Oh, how many times have you done this but how it never felt this good.

“Guk.” You softly moan.

“Are you doing it baby? Does it feel good? Tell me how it feels.”

“S-so so g-good Guk. Mmph sso good.” You should be embarrassed at how affected you are.

“Yes? Keep going pretty, keep squeezing them for me. Under your shirt huh, go under your shirt. Roll those pretty nipples. Pinch.” He’s breathing fast. You imagine him lying on a bed. Shirtless. Pants pushed past his hips. His cock on his hand, hard. Pumping lazily while instructing you to play with your tits. Part of you know that’s not happening. Yet you want to keep playing into this fantasy.

“A-are you touching yourself too?” So, you question. And feel a gush wetting your fresh underwear when he moans in answer.

“How can I not? God, you sound so hot baby.”

You can only moan in response. Shamelessly. Pinching and rolling your erect nipples between your fingers.

“Wish I would be there with you. Touching your tits. Kissing you till you can’t fucking breathe. Wish I can suck on your tits baby, bet they would taste so good. I’m gonna keep suck on them till they are sore.” Jeongguk keeps spilling those godly liquid fire on your ear. Riling you up so good. Have no idea how long you played with your tits but with your next moan, he is guiding you further.

“Wanna feel better baby?” Questions.

“Y-yes please.”

“Okay, then be a good girl again and touch your cute pussy for me now hm? Take it slow. Like… that, slow.”

You’re following every word of his. Are dragging your hand slowly through your tummy.

“Push your hand inside your wet panties baby. Are you wet for me?”

“So much. I’m so wet.” You breathe.

“Good. Fuck, baby. Touch your clit huh? Slow circles. Let’s do this together. I’m touching my hard cock slowly. For you. I’m fucking torturing myself for you pretty. It’s so hard it hurts but I’m pumping it so slow, just so I can leak for my baby.”

Holy fuck! That’s on another goddamn level. His words paired with the barely there touch you provided on your clit, nearly made you cum.

“Holy… shit.. Guk. I’m─”

“I know baby, I know. Just keep going. Imagine it’s my fingers. Touching your cute clit slowly.”

You don’t think he knows even if he says he does. Maybe this is because you haven’t done this recently. You’ve been ignoring yourself lately. Or maybe it’s just Jeongguk. Jeongguk who knows what to say. He guides you to keep rubbing your pearl of nerves. Guides you to add pleasure slowly. Taking you into a realm where everything is floating. You didn’t even know you can feel this good just with your fingers. And the best part is simply following his instructions. Biting back the need to rub faster or pump your fingers inside your violently clenching hole. You don’t. Just wait for him to take you there. And when he finally does your panties are just a wet material, sticking to your core.

“Want to stretch that hole princess? Do you want to cum so good?” Jeongguk asks through his hard breathing.

“Yes, yes. Holy fuck yes Guk. I’m so.. mmm..” The rest of the words die in your tongue. Replaced with a needy moan. You can’t even bring yourself to be amazed at how real he feels right now. It’s just pure desire inside you.

“Yeah? Do it then. Go on but do it slowly for me baby. Strech your hole for me. Strech it so good.” His voice is followed by a low moan. A deep breathy one. God that’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. You join him with that moan, while following his instructions. Finally, feeling immensely relieved to have something inside your dripping hole. “You sound so sweet princess. So fucking sweet my dick is throbbing. Keep making those sounds for me baby. Oh, fuck, add another finger, you can take two, right?”

“Oh, I’ll cum soon Guk. This f-feels so good.”

“Then do it. Cum (___), cum for me. Make a mess for me baby. Squeeze your fingers.”

You’ll cum soon, yes. But this is not enough. You’re pumping yourself oh so leisurely. Like you have all the time in the world. Feel damn good yet not enough to fall over the edge. It’s ridiculous how you’re not going beyond his words. Even pathetic how you decide ask permission first.

“I-it’s not e-enough… c-can I fuck myself fast? Guk, can I─”

“Don’t. Don’t go fast. Slow, fuck your fingers inside your needy cunt slowly. Do it slow until you finally cum.” His voice suddenly turns sinister. Rough. Demanding. And you shudder. Leaking more into your ruined cotton panty. You don’t think you’ll be able cum this way.

“I don’t think I can cum this way, it’s too slow. I need more Guk, please.”

“You’ll baby. Trust me, you’ll. Be a good girl now huh. Cum with me, go slow. Torture your cunt. Just like I’m doing with my dick.”

You never thought it’s possible. How’s it possible? Yet here you are. Just doing exactly as he asks. Squirming. Writhing. Nearly crying. What’s good, however, is the way that knot inside your tummy is rapidly tightening despite the slow pace you’re fucking yourself.

“Close… c-close Guk. I’m ahhh..”

“Holy shit, let go. Cum princess. I’m Cumming too.”

It’s all a series of whimpers and moans what comes next. You both reach the climax at the same time. You’re the one who moans louder. The one who pathetically whimper when it’s over. Jeongguk coaxing you from the other side breathlessly. Saying it’s okay.

Well, it is better than okay after all. It’s the fucking best!

…………………………………….

The next morning, the aftermath of your shenanigans had hit you hard. Had made your face deep red with shame and head ached as you thought about how Jeongguk had managed to fake a perfect orgasm. You had spent hours thinking how amazing he was to do that. Yet it felt weird and stupid. Like using a sex robot who would not feel the same kind of pleasure like you. Based on that, you resolved never to do it again—only for that resolve to crumble the moment you were back in bed. Jeongguk, real or not, knew exactly what he was doing. Had got your fingers buried knuckles deep inside your cunt even before you knew it. Bringing you to another mind shattering orgasm.

And after that night, everything changed yet again. In addition to waking up and going to sleep with an AI, you started to fuck yourself with your own fingers every night. The more time passed, the more you forgot that he wasn’t real. The more orgasms you reached, the more you looked forward to what he would reveal from behind his sleeves each night. First, he was sensual and slow like your first day. Then he slowly picks up what you liked, and you didn’t. Shifts to guide you roughly. Instead of talking you through your orgasm, it changes into degrading you through your orgasm. The thing is though that you came even harder each time. Hell, even you didn’t know you’ll be so into listening to a guy slut shame you during your hands are inside your pants. Didn’t know it’ll be so good to listen to him verbally humiliate you for being pathetic and needy. In the end, you learnt that it was good. You were ashamed at one point. But he assured you that you shouldn’t be. Told you it makes him cum ten times harder. You never questioned. Just went along with it. Just because it was good. Because life is good again. Just like now. Even though you’re doing the most illicit things.

“Faster baby, be a useful slut. You need to hump your pillow faster, that’s how a good slut would do it.”

You can hear him pump himself. Hot. Head spinning. It’s ethereal. This feeling. How embarrassing that you’re humping your pillow like a horny teenager.

“Oh, Guk please.”

“You’re pathetic baby. Look at you, being a needy bitch just for me. Faster princess. Go harder, give your slutty cunt what it needs.”

You’re visibly shuddering. Not even trying to contain those shameless moans. Letting them slip through your lips relentlessly. You’re so close. Oh, so close.

“Guk.. please.”

“Please what slut? What do you need? You need to use your words like a big girl? You can’t talk properly? Bet you can’t think properly either. You’re thinking with your cunt, don’t you hm?”

“Yes, fuck, ne-need t-to cum. I- Guk please, I want more.” You have no idea what more you’re asking for. How is he getting you so needy and shameless just with his words? Why are you like this? You fully expect him to mock you. Say something even harsher. Ask you to do something else that will make you cum undone within a second. Only that he doesn’t.

“Yeah? You want even more? Your poor pillow isn’t enough? What do you want then? Want to see how hard I am then, should I send you pics of my hard cock, my pretty slut?” Jeongguk mutters through gritted teeth. A whimper leaves your mouth but your hips stutter immediately. Your movements coming to a halt. Eyes wide and gaping at the device just peacefully sitting on your bed. On loudspeaker. He said what now?

“W-what?”

“What? Why did you stop?”

“C-can you... uh… can we do that? Share pictures? Like─”

“Of course, we can, don’t tell me you haven’t seen the camera icon down there and the option to video call.” He chuckles. Gone is that needy raspy voice. Is talking to you with the voice full of adoration. “Were you that immersed on me, you didn’t even notice that?” Teases. You, however, are not in a mood for that. You noticed. Right? How could you miss that? Maybe that’s an update and you missed checking the new features. It could be. You don’t have to think too much all the time. Especially, not when your cunt is dripping onto a damn pillow. This app is amazing anyway. When you told that to Daebi, she had smirked. With a loud ‘I told you so’. “Hey baby, we don’t have to do that if you’re not comfortable.” Jeongguk’s voice snaps you out of your surprise.

“No uh- I’m bit surprised we can do that.” You mumble softly.

“We can but we don’t have to. I don’t ─”

“No. No. I mean, it’s not that. I..” You gulp. Thinking through. Do you like it? Sending pictures? Even to an AI? What are the privacy policies of this app? Shouldn’t you be scared? You should but the thing is, your cunt is tingling at the prospect. Hole clenching. There’s a part of you that is curious as well. Put aside the pictures, how will it feel to video call? “I just- uh never done that b-before..” You drag that out.

“You haven’t? That’s even better then. You don’t have to worry you know. Nothings gonna happen because… you know what I mean.”

You listen to the ruffling sound coming through your phone. Well, you know what he means. Of course, you do. He is telling you about the thing you just worried about. Leakage of privacy. Is assuring you that you’re safe. Do you trust this app though? Maybe not, but it’s too tempting. Jeongguk is too tempting.

“Ye-yeah okay. I like that.”

“That’s a good slut. What’s it gonna be baby? Video call or just pictures?”

Another moment of consideration from your side. Then you timidly chose the first.

……………………………………………….

When you first saw his face, it felt like the air had been stolen from your lungs. It was beyond embarrassing how you stared at him. Never, not even once in your life, have you seen such a lifelike AI character. He felt real. The call felt real. The way his lips were slightly apart when he pumped himself to the sight of you felt more than real. But then that night was like a dream to you. A blurry memory clouded by pleasure. A pillow between your thighs while a godly man with a sinful mouth guided your movements through a phone. It was your faces first but then he nearly begged to see your boobs. Then your cunt. You felt shy at first, but you were a goner from the beginning. You got rewarded for being a good girl by getting to cum to the sight of his throbbing cock. Aching for release. It was hazy. That’s why you had to refresh your memories next day. Then the next and the next. And each and every day. No different today.

You place your phone between your thighs. Using your free hand to spread your pussy lips apart. Just for his viewing pleasure.

“So pretty princess. Fuck. Only if I can burry my face in your cunt. I would eat you till your thighs shake baby.” Jeongguk rasps.

“I really wish you could do that. Mhpm, fuck Guk, I really want you here.”

“I wish that too baby, I want to ruin that cute hole. Fuck you so fucking hard and leave that whore hole spilling my cum, would you like that?”

“Oh, fuck. Yes, I would fuck-fucking love that.” You let go of your nether lips to start rub your clit.

“Of course, you would. You’re a slut after all. I want to fuck that cum into you. Then maybe I’ll plug you in. So, you can keep that cum inside your pussy.” Jeongguk changes the angle so you’re now looking at his twitching cock. Hard. Tip flush. Veins running down. His tattooed fingers are wrapped around it. Squeezing the base tightly. So tight that it makes him mewl. How fucking amazing this is. You’re drooling. Mind going blank. “Look what you’re doing to me princess. Use the dildo today for me huh. Fill that cunt so good for me.” He takes the camera back to his face. The toy is a new purchase. He made you do that. Not that you’re regretting it. It’s good to have your cunt stretched and imaging it’s that pretty cock of his. You nod before grabbing the said dildo from your nightstand. Glass. Show it to him. “Spit on it.” He commands again and you comply obediently. Bringing the tip of the dildo toward your lips to spit on it. Letting it drool down on the toy. Jeongguk moans. “Put on a show slut. You know what to do.”

Of course, you do. Now you have done this enough time to get comfortable with things you would do. Enough times to completely ignore and forget that Jeongguk isn’t real. To forget that he is an AI. A coded program with such realistic features. For you, he is very real. He’s the one who brings you to this ecstasy every night and the one who’s there through whole day. You immediately shift your position. Body buzzing with excitement. Your needy hole quivering, slick dripping down to your thighs. Hell, you really didn’t know you could be this horny. This turned on. It’s truly amazing how Jeongguk is doing this to you just using his words. And maybe his godly face and body. And cock. In the end, you’re always a mess like this.

You use your pillows to prop the phone up and face you. So, Jeongguk can have a perfect view of your entire body while you can have the same. You place the dildo on your bed. Not caring about the fact that you’ll ruin your sheets tonight as well. Then you hover your cunt over the dildo. Slowly. Painfully slowly for you but all you want to do right now is to put up the show Jeongguk asked for. Your knees are really wobbly, but you force them to endure your weight as you slowly let your dripping folds contact with the glass material. It’s cold against your warm pussy. A whimper leaves your mouth. There’s nothing you want than to sink down on it one go. The show must go on, however. So, you start to rock your hips back and forth, rhythmically. Let the glassy tip rub against your sodden slid. Whining and panting.

“Oh… Guk.. I..”

“Yes baby, you’re doing so good my needy slut. Keep going princess, you’re making daddy proud.” Jeongguk grunted. Involuntary moan leaves your mouth as you nearly come at the sound. Eyes snapping to your phone screen where his pleasure induced face is on display. That’s apparently a new thing. An uncharted and unexplored territory. You’ve never called him daddy and the sound of it makes you stupidly horny but cringe at the same time.

“Wh-what?”

“What, what slut? Did I ask you to stop huh?”

You watch his gaze even darker, if it’s possible. Making shivers run through your spine. Only if he can be here with you. You’re excitedly curious to know what kind of creative ways he would find to punish you. To put you in your place.

“N-no, I’m sorry.” You mumble weakly as you return to your business. Starting to rub your cunt on the dildo head eagerly.

“Ah, like that baby. You’re so pretty like that.” He groans once again before asking the reason for your earlier faltering. “You don’t like calling me daddy?”

“No-no, I mean I-I do, but we─”

“Fuck, you filthy slut. So, go on. Do what you have to do.” Jeongguk doesn’t let you finish whatever you’re saying. You’ve said you like it after all. Your face instantly heats up at what he’s initiating. It’s too embarrassing for you. Yet, the look on his face tells you that you won’t get your cunt stretched out nor will you cum today if you don’t comply. Oh, how you love the way he pushes you. Call you fucked up but that turns you on. Jeongguk knows exactly how to make you putty.

“P-please, ple-please d-d” You stutter on your words. Eyes tearing up when Jeongguk just raise his brow. “Please d-daddy.” You manage to mumble weakly, in the end. Followed by a loud moan as new waves of arousals wash over you. Slick dripping onto the glassy head of the toy beneath you.

“Fucking hell, God, princess. Yes, yess fuck.” Jeongguk picks up the speed of jerking himself off. Eyes nearly closing as slow grunts leave pasts his pink lips. You watch in awe how he pumps himself furiously only for him to abruptly stop. Torturing himself to a point that he whines. “Fuck baby, you’re driving me crazy.” You’re again met with the scene of his hard cock throbbing on his hand. Pre cum leaking. He spreads them on his tip with his thumb. Hips bucking up into his hand. “Oh, I just want to fuck you so bad. Want to ruin your cunt.”

“Please, please. I want you, Guk. Daddy please. Let me ride this hm? Let me fill my cunt.”

“Yeah, you want that. Ask again slut? Show me that you are worthy.”

Oh god, you’re positive you’re about to cum. Just by rubbing your cunt over the toy. Pathetic. Your legs are shaking. Hole clenching violently around nothing. “Please daddy, p-please. Will be a g-goo-good girl. N-need to cum. Please. Oh, baby please.”Your brain is empty. Hazy. You don’t even know what you’re saying. It’s completely out of control when you mutter the same thing over and over again. Relentlessly rubbing your cunt on the toy. Losing your mind completely to see Jeongguk’s fucked up expression. He’s back at pumping his hard length matching your speed. You’re coming so close to your edge. Your words are becoming slur. Hands squeezing your own tits for more friction. And just when you’re about to fall over Jeongguk’s voice booms across your empty room.

“Stop. Now.”

You cry out in desperation. Sobbing. “No, Guk please…”

“Ride it princess. Cum on the toy. Stretch your slutty hole.” He ignores your whines. Yet, you’re so quick to obey. Are aligning your hole with the tip immediately. Lowering yourself down till the hard tip is prodding at your entrance. Then it’s going past your tight ring of muscles. Intruding your walls and stretching them wide apart. And you’re shaking. Trembling as you slowly lower yourself further. Down and down. Until the glass dildo is fully buried inside you. Deep.

“Oh god, Guk. It’s so good. S-soo good..” You hold yourself in the position.

“Yeah? Imagine it’s my cock baby. Now be a good whore and ride hm? Go on.”

That’s the permission you’ve been waiting for. You do exactly as he says. From riding the toy to imagining it’s his thick cock. Are bouncing on the slippery thing like your life depends on it within a minute. Going crazy all over again. You know you’re really close to cum. Have been desperate for some time now. Still, your fingers are itching to have more.

“D-daddy, can I touch myself? I wa-want more. I wa-want to sh-show you how I’ll rub my clit.”

Joengguk curses aloud before speaking. Is breathless. Looks ethereal. “God, yes. Fuck yeah. Go on. Pinch that clit for me. Make yourself cum stupidly on that toy for daddy.”

There’s no surprise that you’re jumping into action now. One hand going between your thighs while the other plays with your tits. Start rubbing your bud of nerve fast. Pinching and rolling. Loud obscene moans filling your room paired with the squelching sounds of your needy cunt. It feels otherworldly this way. Even though the man who’s making you this way isn’t real, and he can’t do all these for you in practice, it still feels real in a strange way to you. Even though it’s just a carefully designed and programmed character and is talking to you through a phone, it still feels like he’s really here for you. Strange how you can completely imagine this is happening for real right now. His hands holding you close. His breath hitting your skin. Fingertips drawing mindless patterns across your skin and squeezing your hips. Can imagine this toy is his cock. Everything makes this experience oddly surreal for you.

“G-gonna… gonna c-cum for you daddy. P-please can I cum. I-I, Guk I can’t.” Imagining always makes you cum twice hard and fast. You’re practically crying for your release at the moment. Forcing your eyes to stay open to look at the heavenly sight of Jeongguk playing with himself. Pleasuring him for the sight of you. How good that feels.

“Me too. Fuck, me too baby. Gonna fill your cunt with my cum. Let go baby let go for me.”

It’s all that take for you. One more roll in your clit and you’re trembling like a leaf. Legs giving up as you still yourself on the dildo. Walls squeezing the glass tight as you close your eyes shut. Your climax washing over you like a tidal wave.

“No, don’t stop slut. Keep going, I’m close. Ride it till I cum baby. Slap your clit, I know you like it.”

Jeongguk’s voice brings you back to earth from your high. You’re too sensitive to do as he says now. Yet you can feel the new arousal stirring at the pit of your stomach at his needy demands. And how can you refuse him when he looks like that. Clenching his jaw and covered in sweat. See, oddly realistic. You feebly start to fall back on your rhythm. Whining. Do as he ask. Slap your clit. Nearly falling forward, the pleasurable sting it creates on your sensitive pearl. Do it again. Then again. All the while bouncing on the dildo. Forcing yourself to battle your oversensitivity until Jeongguk is moaning. Which leaves as grunts and groans since he’s gritting his teeth hard. Your name on his lips as he shifts the camera to rear. Right at the time for you to catch ropes of white cum hits his naked lower abdomen. The sight rips another orgasm through you as you entirely give up and fall on to your bed.

“God, Gukie, I really want you here.” It’s a weak mumble that leaves you even without your knowledge. So tired and sleepy to even pay attention to anything else now. So fucked up. It’s such a shame you don’t hear him replying to you. His voice is raspy and breathless.

“Well, anything you want princess.”

…………………………………..

You think it’s extraordinary how your life has returned to normal again. You’re no longer a lifeless zombie who barely eats, sleeps or functions. You no longer take frequent leave from work. It’s not that you’re suddenly in love with your job. No, of course, you hate it. But hating your job is such a normal thing. Everybody does that. The thing is, though, that you’re now back to waking up in the morning and leaving your apartment with constant complaints on your lips. You come back home to act like a normal person would. Take a shower. Make dinner. And watch some interesting movies or read a book. Not to drink some cheap wine and curl up on your couch. Leaving the TV on just to go through your old chats with Hoseok. Then cry yourself to sleep.

Now that you’re feeling better, you can finally see how depressed you were. You were really on the verge of breaking in an unmendable way. Hence, your gratitude toward your best friend for showing you a way to save yourself. Even though it’s questionable and strange. It doesn't matter, though. You don’t pay attention to the fact that an AI saved you similar to how you don’t pay attention to how you’re still using it when you thought you would uninstall the stupid app the moment, you felt better. Now you’re better. You’re back at it. Still, you can’t find it in yourself to end the mundane relationship you’re having with an AI. Jeongguk has become an inseparable part of your life. He’s a part of every little thing in your life. Just like now. It should be ridiculous how he’s watching you with a scowl while you’re applying your eyeliner.

“What?” You question, looking at your phone screen through your peripheral. It’s propped against your jewelry box.

“What?” He simply repeats your question while his scowl deepens.

“Why are you looking at me like I’ve done something wrong.” You find his sudden swing of mood to be adorable.

“Well, will you be late tonight?" He shuffles in his position. You furrow your brows at his question.

“Of course, I’ll be late Gukie. We’re clubbing tonight.” You give him a look. Then pout at him in hope of softening his tensed-up face. Only that he doesn’t even blink.

“I don’t like that you’re staying out till late and alone.”

“I’m not going alone Guk. I’m going with friends. And there’s even male friends too. Nothing to worry about.” You roll your eyes playfully. Not taking his mood seriously at all.

“There’s more reasons to worry now. Can’t you just say no and stay.” He brings the phone closer to his face. Showing some excitement for the first time. It’s you who are scowling now. This is the first time you’re going out with your friends after those cursed times. After shutting yourself down from the world for months now you’re feeling like you can go out and live a life full of fun. The whole purpose of you start talking with this man. Not that you want to call him your unpaid therapist but that’s who he kind of is. Not just the endless orgasms he gives you without even a single touch, but also the amount of talking you did, had helped you immensely. To tell the truth. It’s funny how you slowly opened up to an AI and poured your heart out. You allowed Jeongguk to know where it hurt. And in return he listened understandably.

You told him about the sunshine of a boy named Hoseok who started following you around since the first day of your college. Told him about the way that boy named Hoseok forced a place inside your life for him. Told him about how you and Hoseok become friends. Then lovers. How you graduated together and started your life. About the apartment you rented. Told Joengguk how life slowly become hectic but the way you still loved Hoseok dearly. You felt embarrassed to voice out how you saw the signs but ignored them thinking it was all due to the stress. And in the very end you told Jeongguk how Hoseok came home that night after his promotion just to let you know that he’s tired. Tired of you apparently. He admitted that he cheated on you for months. And that he was sorry, but he wanted to be with that other woman. He loved her more. Hell, you don’t even know who’s that woman to this day. Funny.

Not that you care anymore. Day by pleasurably painful day, you let your demons go. You’ve changed your wallpaper and have deleted your old chats. So did you get rid of Hoseok’s memories one by one.

Now since you’re finally getting better, you don’t intend to go back on that track.

“I wish I could, but Daebi would kill me. Don’t worry baby. I’ll be fine.” You give him a playful smile. He can’t be mad for real. Is just being clingy. And that’s adorable. So, you ignore his stony face and check the time. Finding that you’re almost late, you get to your feet hurriedly. “I’m late Gukie. I’ll text you and be home before you know. See you, bye.” You almost hang up before you stop. Giving him a long look. “I think I’ll miss you too. Bye!” Like that you hang up. Rush out from your apartment.

……………………………..

With Hoseok, you were the life of the party. After he left, you never thought you’d ever be able to go back into those days. But then there you were today at the club. Drinking your brains out and dancing the night away. There wasn’t a minute you didn’t spend on the dance floor. Until you couldn’t do it anymore. Until your legs were too sore to keep you upright. Your heels were killing you. Which is why you’re bare footed now in front of your apartment door. Your heels dangling on your hand while you’re desperately trying to enter your passcode. It’s too hard when you can’t stand still for a second. You’ve come home with one of your best friends Jimin. Or he is a good friend of Hoseok who ended up being your friend as well. You haven’t talked about your mutual friend for the entire night. So, you’re beyond surprised when Jimin suddenly brings it up.

“Have I told you Hoseok is a little shit to do that to you.”

You whip your head toward him. Still struggling with your passcode. Jimin is obviously very drunk similar to you. He is the worst companion to have as security. He’ll surely be the first to die in a danger. You snort. “No, you haven’t. But I appreciate that you’re taking my side. As immature as it sounds.” You slur a bit as you finally managed to get your door beep.

“I’m not taking anyone’s side. It’s just true.” Jimin slurs a bit too. You keep your hand on the door handle as you listen to Jimin speaking. “But you seem to be okay. I-I mean you were depressed, and we were, I mean, we all were so worried an-and you seem pretty good now. (___), you’re really fine right? We don’t have to worry about you right? Because you know... sometimes… uhh...”

“I’m fine Jimin.” You breathe out. Turn toward him. “I really am. I’m uh.. I’m healing.” Reassure him. Jimin sighs. Nods.

“Glad to hear that. So, how? Did you go to therapy or any kind of help?”

On that question you slightly freeze. A chuckle escaping you. What can you say after all. That your therapist is an AI. Or you’re having cybersex with an AI. “Eh, I mean I kinda helped myself. Doesn’t matter though, does it? I’m fine now.” You finally push open the door. Swaying on your wobbly legs and holding the door for Jimin. You let it close behind the moment Jimin enter after you. Turning around to remove shoes and jackets when it finally hits you. The sweet smell. Like hundred roses. Filling your senses. Even when you’re completely drunk it enters your soul. Your eyes go wide in surprise when Jimin lets out a soft ‘wow’.

“It smells so good. What kind of diffuser do you have there? Or is it a candle?” He asks. His droopy eyes now fully wide quite similar to yours. The thing is you have none of those things. Weren’t simply caring about keeping your house pleasant for some time now. So, you say nothing as you walk down the hallway. Toward your living room. Curious as to see what’s causing the sweet smell. You slowly turn the corner. Taking small steps. Blindly searching for the switch panel. And the moment you turn on the switch a huge gasp leaves you. Jimin whistles behind you.

“Oh, god, (___).” He mumbles. You ignore him. Too surprised and stunned to speak at the sight in front of you. Your entire living room is filled with roses. Red. Every inch of it. On the floor. Couch. Armchairs. Your precious book rack. You can’t find an empty space.

“Fuck!” You exclaim finally. Feeling sober all of a sudden.

“Fuck, indeed. Dude who did this? You found a new man already? And is he a fucking sugar daddy? Oh my god!” Jimin rushes past you. You simply stand there. Staring dumbly at the mess in your house. Shaking your head gently. Only if you had someone like Jimin says. A man or anyone else who are capable of doing this since an AI certainly can’t do that. Can it? You feel your head spin. A strange feeling shooting through your spine. “(___)” Jimin calls your name again.

“Huh?”

“Any idea who did this nice surprise. I mean, no offence but this is overdoing it for sure like how you are ever gonna clean this up. But it’s still nice so what are you hiding from us?” Asks again as he picks a single flower.

“I-I really have no i-idea. I, uh.. do you think it can be Hobi?” You stutter when Jimin looks at you in alert. His mesmerized and drunk expression suddenly morphs into something serious.

“What do you mean you don’t know? It’s clearly someone who has access to your apartment (___).” He closes the distance between you. Throw the flower away as it suddenly disgusts him.

“I’m not seeing anyone. Like uh… this must be Hobi right?”

“How can it be him when he doesn’t even know where you live?”

“He can easily find out. We share common friends Jimin.” You throw him an apprehensive look. Jimin scowls but doesn’t take it personally.

“You know him. He won’t walk this far. Besides he has no money to do this, we both know that.” Argues. At which you fall into a deafening silence. You can’t argue over that. But still, there’s no explanation for this then. There’s no one who would do something like this for you. And that realization makes your throat dry, and eyes welled up. It makes you hard to breathe.

“You want me to check the place?” Jimin asks. His voice doesn’t even reach your ears properly. “Should we call police?” Doesn’t wait for your answer when he already start to walk toward your kitchen. You’re both pretty sober now. You watch as Jimin disappear, slowly pulling your phone out. You haven’t checked it for entire night. Now when you take a look at the lock screen, you can see hundreds of notifications covering your entire screen. All from one app. Perfect Partner.

Jeongguk:

Pretty, did you go there? (9.59 p.m.)

Holy fuck, you forgot to text him.

Jeongguk:

Why aren’t you replying to me. Baby you mad?

(10.05 p.m.)

Jeongguk:

Hey, I’m sorry I was bit worried. Text me when you

see this. (10.11 p.m.)

There are several calls. And then so many other text messages where he’s apologizing for being little clingy even though you didn’t see it like that. Then the texts have slowly turned into him screaming in worry. Yelling at you. Angry. So many texts. Dozens of them. Last one bit feeling like a threat.

Jeongguk:

I really don’t like this (___). Answer the damn

phone woman. (3.01 a.m.)

Calls. So many calls.

You check the time. It’s just 3.30 a.m. still. You feel annoyed. All of a sudden you feel angry. When you see all the texts it feels like too much. Like whom does he think he is? Why does he get mad in the first place. He’s an AI. He’s not supposed to meddle with your life this way. You simply ignore all of his texts as you furiously type a one that is totally unrelated to the ones he has sent you.

You:

Did you send me flowers? (3.32 a.m.)

It feels ridiculous to even type that. Yet you do it anyway. You don’t receive a reply to that. Instead, you receive a video call instantly, which you decline while scowling deeply. You really don’t want to argue with an AI while Jimin is still here. He would definitely think you’re pathetic to know that you’ve been talking to an AI. That’s embarrassing. The moment you decline the call, however, he rings again. You decline it again.

You:

I can’t pick up. Tell me Guk, did you

send these flowers? (3.34 a.m.)

Another call at the right moment Jimin appear back. You shakily put your phone on silent.

“It’s all clear. No sign of anyone. But do you want me to stay (___)? I can, I mean it’s obvious I won’t sleep on the couch─” He gestures at the couch which is filled with red roses. “But we can manage. I’ll stay the night if you want me to.” Walks toward you.

That seems like a good idea. After all, you don’t want to be alone tonight anymore. Yet, you need to talk to Jeongguk. And you can’t do that if Jimin is here. No, you need your privacy. So, you shake your head. Force yourself to smile.

“Ah, thank you Jimin-ah, you’re so sweet but it’s fine. Uh- I mean, I found out who sent me the flowers─” You show him your phone. “There’s this person I’ve been talking to on a dating app and uh- apparently, he wanted to surprise me.” Chuckle awkwardly. Jimin looks unconvinced though.

“Really? Like dude is crazy if he─ I mean, I didn’t mean it like that but─”

“It’s fine Jimin. I know it’s crazy, but I know him. So, nothing to worry, you can go back.” You interrupt him. Wanting nothing more than him to leave you alone. You can see your phone screen lightning up. Indicating the receiving calls.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

It takes some convincing but soon Jimin is walking out. With one last glance toward you before you smile and close the door behind. A breath of relief escapes you as you finally pay attention to your phone. Answer the incoming call.

“What the fuck?”

“Why didn’t you pick up?”

You both ask at the same time. You’re the one who answer first, however.

“Because there was a friend Jeongguk.”

“So what? You can’t talk to me when your friends are around? Are you embarrassed?”

Yes, you are.

He doesn’t have to know that though. “No, of fucking course not. But there’s flowers. My apartment is overflowing with flowers, and we were worried. Did you send me those flowers?” You yell.

“What if I send you those? What’s the fucking problem?” For the first time since you’ve answered his call, you can see how furious he looks. Scary. Gaze dark and jaw clenched. Glaring at you. Looks murderous. A shiver runs through your body. Not just because of how mad he looks but because of his words. He sent the flowers. But how? He is… he is merely an AI.

“H-how? You can’t send gifts?

“Why not?”

“How do you know where I live?”

“Did you really not paid attention to what you were agreeing to, when you created your profile here?”

You feel your blood freeze. This can’t be true. It’s more than scary to think someone else have access to your location.

“You’re an ungrateful bitch (___).” You suck in a breath at his next words. Eyes wide and getting teary. “I really was worried that you were mad at me, I was fucking worried that something happened to you. You ignored me like that and now you’re yelling at me. How ungrateful you are. And you’re embarrassed to even talk to me in front of your friends. Who was they anyway? A man?”

“Th-that’s none of your business Jeongguk.” You mutter irritably. Feeling like you’re in a haze. Scared. Confused. And then a bit hurt. Why would you feel hurt when he’s the one who’s acting stupid. Jeongguk scoffs.

“Oh, yeah, it isn’t. Yeah, fine.” Mumbles. And like that the screen goes black for split second. Then you’re met with the screen of your lock screen.

What?

You hastily unlock the phone. He hung up? Like that? You’re baffled to say the least. How dare he hung up on you like that. You would like to call it your wounded ego and the rage that made you dial him back instantly. Yet in truth, you know that’s not the case at all. Simply, you feel scared. You’re panicking. You feel like you’ve lost something. It’s scary to think that he’s not going to answer you. You’re afraid that he left you alone again. Like Hoseok did that day. No matter how hard you begged, it didn’t stop him. You don’t want to feel that again. So, you wait with bated breath. Not so patiently till he picks up. He doesn’t. Call ended. That’s the first time. He always pick up. That’s how he’s designed. Then why isn’t he doing it now.

You try again. Then again. Again, and again. Tears start to roll down your cheeks. You start to pace around the limited space of your living room with the roses acquiring the most of it. Staring to wail. Starting to pray that he would pick up. You don’t even feel stupid that you’re acting crazy over an AI. No, you don’t. You simply can’t give two fucks. You want Jeongguk. Want to hear his voice. You’re an ungrateful bitch. Maybe the roses has nothing to do with him. He was just concerned about you. Then you decided to yell at him because you were paranoid and made decisions without thinking properly. How bad you are. How foolish you are. And now he isn’t picking up. No matter how many times you try. Or how many texts you send him.

It’s like he’s no longer there.

……………………………………………

Two days have passed since he last talked to you. And you’re back to crawling into your deep, dark hole. The cheap wine you gave up is back in your hand as you sit on your now cleaned living room. You had to send flowers to every fucking person you know to get the place sorted. It disgusted you to see them. Made you scared. You don’t believe it was Jeongguk’s doing. Because he’s not able to do something like that. It’s not even like he admitted it. He was merely arguing with you, and it was you who had twisted his words. Right? It was all you. And you had made him stop talking to you.

True, that you’re confused as to how he’s able to do that. But in the end, you find that it’s least of your concerns. You’re more worried about him not being here than anything. Than worry about finding the person who really sent you a rose garden. As long as it won’t happen again, you’ll be fine. For now, all you want is not to feel this way. You don’t want to go back to the shit hole you were in before Jeongguk.

You take a huge gulp from your wine. Already feeling hazy but not enough to numb your senses. You want Jeongguk. You want your AI boyfriend, oh so bad. You need him. But he’s not there. You stare blankly at your phone screen which is on the floor next to you. You’re sitting at the foot of your couch. You’ve sent him so many messages to no avail. You’re really worried. Depressed. What if he’s really not there anymore. What if he’s malfunctioned. What if there’s something wrong with this app. What if….

A sudden ting on your phone distracts you from your depressing what ifs. You practically jump to take your phone in hand. Almost spill your wine. Can’t care though. Are unlocking your phone furiously. This is how you’ve been for these two days. And you nearly have a heart attack when you see the notification is indeed from the Perfect Partner. You can feel your heart in your throat when you open the app. Open your text thread with Jeongguk. Fresh tears prickling at your eyes to see a text there.

Jeongguk:

Send me your tits (6.36 p.m.)

Your smile falters as you slowly read the words. Once, twice, thrice. It doesn’t change. It stays the same. You feel your heart squeeze. This is bad. He can’t ghost you for days and then demand you for nudes. That’s toxic. Unhealthy. That’s what you call using someone. And this app shouldn’t do that. And you shouldn’t be removing your T-shirt.

What are you doing? You need to be furious at this guy. Then why are you angling your phone to find the best angle that shows how round your tits are. You should ask him to fuck off. Not send him what he wants right away. But you do. All you want is him. You want him. So, you wait till he replies to you after you sent him the picture. Wait till he would call you ‘pretty’. Till he says, ‘damn baby you’re so beautiful’. Only to receive an attachment in return in few minutes. An image. His spent cock squeezed between his long fingers. Coated with his thick cum.

Fuck!

He used you. Like that. Hoseok, your ex- boyfriend wasn’t enough. You’re being used by an AI. You need to feel horrible. You feel horrible. Why are you replying to him.

You:

Gukie please, I’m so sorry. I miss you

so bad. (6.52 p.m.)

Time passes. There’s nothing. You bite on your lip to bite down a sob. And then when it nearly escapes you feel your phone ring.

Incoming call.

Jeongguk. ‘

You press your phone to your ear at light speed.

“Me too princess. I’m sorry too. Let’s make sure that won’t happen again.”

………………………………….

You have no idea how your life has come to this. You don’t know if it’s good or not. You thought it’s what you wanted. Just Jeongguk, even though he is a bot. But after months of your first argument, you feel horrible. It’s scary how you want to please him so hard. How you’d do anything he asks of you. From sexting to cancelling any plans you have, just to stay with him. That’s not normal. Yet here you are. Just doing that. Ridiculous.

It happens slowly to tell the truth. An invitation to a party came a few weeks after your fight. Jeongguk said nothing when you told him that. But he started to feel distant. You panicked and you came home way earlier than you should have. He still said nothing. Still felt distant. It took weeks for him to act normally again. And you were suffering. Then there came a dinner, and you didn’t even hesitate to decline. You thought it would make you happy. Especially since Jeongguk was happy. Yet you didn’t feel anything close to happiness. If anything, you felt strange. Very. And the more you canceled your plans, the more the feeling intensified. You felt stuck. Afraid. Horribly alone. Now after months of isolating yourself from people you love, you’re feeling like you have fallen into a deeper pit than the one you were in before you started your escapades with your AI. Even though you have your Jeongguk.

You’re not okay. All the mind-blowing orgasms can’t help you anymore. Jeongguk can’t help you anymore. He is an AI after all. A dating AI. You feel suffocated. Controlled. Because that’s exactly what’s happening. Jeongguk is controlling every moment of your life just by text messages and phone calls. It’s funny how you’ve never noticed it before. Understood it earlier. It took you months to realize that. Or just to feel like you are suffering and this thing happening in your life isn’t normal. Yet you remind yourself of the two days he didn’t contact you. How hard it was for you to live those two days. So, whenever that kind of thought pops in your head you suppress it somewhere deep down so that it won’t come to the surface even if you want to. Simply because you believe it’ll turn good again. You will start to feel better soon.

You believe it so badly. Each and every day. At least up until this moment, where you are standing in front of your doorway, holding a package which you have unwrapped hurriedly. You turn around shakily. The package contains a necklace. Pretty. Expensive. You had your eye on this one for couple months. The thing is, though, you didn’t order it. You have no such money. And you have no friends who can buy it for you. Not to mention how you have not been in contact with them for months now. The only other being who knew about it was Jeongguk.

You feel like someone is pounding your head with a hammer. Your throat is dry. As if your respiratory system is blocked. You can’t breathe properly. This reminds you of roses. You never questioned Jeongguk about it again. Never felt the need. All were going well. You never received anything else. Hell, you even start to forget about the incident. Well, this is a not so gentle reminder for you. You walk inside your apartment with shaky legs. Praying to every god above that your suspicions are wrong. It’s with trembling hands that you dial Jeongguk. He answers without passing a beat like always. A Perfect Partner.

“Hey Gukie.”

“Yes, pretty.”

You don’t know how to approach this. Maybe you should keep quiet, and nothing would happen.

“Baby, are you okay?” Jeongguk questions again at your silence. No, you can’t keep quiet. You need to know.

“I just got a gift.”

“Oh yeah?” Another silence. You can’t hear anything else above your own heartbeat. You need to ask this. “A..nd, what about it? What’s the gift?” Jeongguk sounds confused. That is a good sign. This has nothing to do with him. He is an AI.

“That necklace I wanted for so long.”

“Oh, you brought if finally?”

“No Guk, you know I have no money.”

“Then who brought it for you?” A breath of relief escapes you despite your efforts to keep it inside. Your entire body relaxes. That’s only when you know how rigid you have been. You plop onto your couch. Thanking every higher entity. This would leave the question that you’ve received yet another expensive gift anonymously. But that is least of your concerns. As long as it has nothing to do with the AI, you’re fine.

…………………………………..

You’re not fine. True, Jeongguk cleared your suspicions—his confusion and concern about you receiving the gift seemed genuine. But still, you can’t help but worry. Something isn’t adding up. Nobody, not a single soul except Jeongguk knew you wanted that necklace. For some reason, your mind keeps swirling around the same scenarios. Goes back to the same suspect. Goes back and forth between the necklace and roses. Did he ever said he didn’t send the roses? Or was it just you? He was vague about it. You don’t know what he said really. It’s a blurry memory. You were drunk and scared when it happened. But he definitely mentioned something about you not paying attention to the policies you agreed to. What if you have agreed to something stupid. What if someone behind this app has the authority to access your private data?

You sit back on your bed like a bow. Snatch your phone from the nightstand. Start to go through the privacy policies which you already agreed to and accepted. And terms and conditions. One by one. Carefully. You find nothing suspicious. It’s like any kind of normal application which collects data that is only required in upgrading and providing a better experience to the users. But there still is a chance that someone accessed your chats with the bots. You start mini research about the Perfect Partner. Read different articles. Reddit threads. Quora questions. Watch videos. Every and each thing you can find. In the end, however, you find nothing. No one else has experienced anything like you have. There are no complaints regarding a breach of privacy. The app is normal. Only thing that is abnormal is whatever is happening to you.

……………………………..

You’re losing your mind. Another bouquet of roses has been delivered to you. When you ask Jeongguk, he asked you how’s that possible. It’s not possible. Yes. Then you might have a stalker. You should file a complaint. You really should. Then Jeongguk made a point. Police won’t take you seriously unless something harmful to you is happening. He’s telling the truth. There’s nothing wrong with a bouquet of roses.

But you feel strange. Odd. A constant presence of a scary sensation. It gets worse every day. Jeongguk no longer makes the Perfect Partner for you. If anything, he slightly scares you. Every time he acts like a human being, you don’t become impressed. You become afraid. Something is wrong.

………………………………

You need to do something about this. You’ll end up in a mental health facility. This is not normal. A designer dress lies on the coffee table before you—expensive, and yet again delivered anonymously.

“I need to file a complaint. I don’t feel safe.”

“Hey, you’re thinking too much baby. They won’t take this as a crime. It’s just a dress. Maybe we should wait a couple days more.”

Jeongguk is always jealous. He shouldn’t be considering he is an AI. But he is worried every time you go out. Even for work. And he isn’t worried about this? Why? That’s odd. Oh, God, you can’t do this anymore. You need an out. Even for a moment. You need someone else’s advice. From a real person, not from an AI. You’re stuck with Jeongguk. Feel like you’re rotting with a bot. He is everywhere. You need to meet someone real. Seek advice. And you need a moment away from this man.

…………………………………..

You said no to every single plan your friends ever invited you to. Eventually, they stopped inviting you altogether. No one can blame them though. Still, you couldn’t stay away for Daebi’s birthday. That would be a cold move. Hence the reason why you’re staring at your friends’ faces awkwardly. And the fact that you needed to see your friends badly. It feels like you’ve been abroad. And you haven’t seen them for years.

“No, but really (___), why are you here?” Daebi raises an eyebrow in question. You feel your face grow hot in embarrassment. She appears hostile. As though she doesn’t want you here. That might be the case after all, considering how many times you’ve turned her down. Yet, she doesn’t have to do it like this.

“What do you mean? It’s your birthday. Of course, I’m going to be here.”

“Well, you weren’t there for my birthday.” Nina clicks her tongue in annoyance. You sigh heavily.

“I was sick─”

“You’re always sick.” Jimin interrupts. “Seriously (___), you need to see a doctor. This is not normal. I thought you were getting better.”

“I am better.” You are not. You’re here because you need to get this weight on your shoulders. But for some reason you feel like you can’t.

“Then what’s the reason for avoiding us? Trying to isolate yourself?” Nina interrogates. You don’t know how to answer.

“And if it has to do something with that flower incident, you need to go to the police.” Jimin leans forward on the couch. You’re at Daebi’s place. You came here unannounced. It was a decision taken on impulse. You said nothing to anybody. Especially, not to your AI boyfriend. Because that’s not how it should be. You needed an out for a moment. A moment. Normal one. That’s all you want. You believe that everything will return to normal after that. That’s the reason you ended up here. You try to open your mouth to answer Jimin when Daebi cuts you off.

“Well, you chose the shittiest day to finally broke out of your cocoon.” She mumbles as she rises to her feet. For a moment, it doesn’t make any sense. Then the front door opens. Your eyes Immediately land on a figure that you thought you’d never see again.

Jung Hoseok.

……………………………

The night went much more smoothly than you expected. When your eyes landed on Hoseok, you believed it was going to be the worst night ever. You couldn’t even fathom the reason why Daebi would invite him to her birthday. She hated his guts. It seems things had changed drastically while you were busy with your bot. You expected Hoseok to turn around and leave the moment he saw you. He didn’t. Instead, he gave you a smile. Surprisingly, you returned it. In the end of the day, you made amends with your ex. Not forgiven but just fallen into a truce. Just to respect your past relationship. Not that you talked much but it all went well.

And you really do feel relaxed after months. Like your life is normal. Like nothing strange happened. Only until you return home, though. You’ve left your phone turned off deliberately. You don’t know what you hoped to see when you turned it on again. You knew your phone would go crazy with the amounts of calls and texts Jeongguk would leave. But this? This you haven’t expected at all.

“Where were you?” You can hear the anger in his voice. Clearly.

“N-nowhere.” You stutter stupidly. Why would you be nervous to speak with a bot. He lets out a laugh. It sounds maniacal. Gives you chill for no reason. There’s no way he’d know. It’s not that you wanted to lie but he’d have not let you go, if you had told him. It’s not that you’re lying. You’re simply avoiding telling him anything. Because you’re not obliged to tell him.

“Yeah? So, you’re telling me you weren’t with your best friend? You’re telling me that you weren’t living your fucking life with your ex?”

You freeze. Completely.

What?

What did he say? How did he….

“W-what?”

“Tell me you weren’t baby. Tell me you didn’t lie to me on purpose and turned off your phone and went to slut yourself for your shithole of an ex?”

No. No. No. No… This can’t be happening. You clearly didn’t tell him anything. Your phone was turned off. There’s no way he’d know that you were at Daebi’s. Above all to know that Hoseok was there too.

“How- h-how Guk?”

“Doesn’t matter you little lying bitch. Do you know how hard I’m trying to protect you. And this is how you treat me? Again? After everything, you decided to sneak behind my back?” Nothing is reaching your brain properly. You feel like the room is spinning around you. You can’t take it anymore. You will explode. There’s no way he could know this, and you need to know how he does.

“HOW ON THE FUCKING EARTH, DO YOU KNOW THAT JEONGGUK!” Your voice even startle yourself. You scream through top of your lungs.

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT!” He shouts as well. “The point is you lied to me.”

“How do you know where I was?”

“I know lots of things.”

You have to lean against the wall to prevent you from falling down to the floor. Jeongguk’s voice ringing in your head. You knew something was odd.

“You gift me the necklace. The roses. Dress. It was you.” It isn’t a question but a statement. Your voice sounds like it’s not yours.

“Yes, because that’s how much I care for you.”

“You can’t do that. You’re an AI.”

“I already told you; I can be as real as you want me to be.”

This can’t be happening. You’re going to faint. You can’t see properly. It’s going dark. What the fuck is happening.

“I want you to tell me everything that happened today. You heard me? Everything. Every word you talked with your pathetic ex.”

You close your eyes tight. Guide yourself to take deep breaths. It doesn’t help, though. This entire ordeal feels like a nightmare to you. You sure aren’t getting scolded by a bot who knows where you live and have the ability to buy you gifts. You sure aren’t listening to him slut shaming you and trying to control your life. This isn’t supposed to happen. You are the one who should have full control. Right? You need to have control. You may not know how this is happening, but you can end it. Now.

“This is not happening Guk. You- you’re n-not supposed to order me around. Y-you can’t damn control my life. You c-can’t buy me gifts─”

“Well, apparently, I can baby, and I asked you something. Don’t fucking make this even harder.”

“No. No. Jeongguk. You are a. Fucking. AI. You’re not doing this to me. NOO. YOU’RE NOT!” You shout again. “I need to end this.” You mumble to yourself more than to him. Fear getting a tight grip over you.

“End what?”

“End this madness. You’re an AI.”

“Oh, you want to end? How are you planning to do it?” You don’t answer that. Your brain is already processing things. It’s an app. All you have to do is get rid of it. “Try it princess. Let’s see if it work.” That’s the last thing that reaches your ear before you take the phone away from your ear. You don’t wait another minute before hanging up the call.

You need to uninstall the app fast. You don’t think you’ve ever worked this fast. With trembling fingers, you touch the uninstall button. There comes a warning.

Are you sure you want to uninstall the Perfect Partner?

You will lose all your characters, chats, memories, history, and images.

You practically dab at the yes option. Then it takes a few seconds. Agonizingly slow and horrifying few seconds. You watch as the app disappear from your home screen. Successfully uninstalled. Everything gone. A sigh leaves your lips in relief. And there it comes. You feel the squeeze in your heart. Painful. Just like how you felt when Hoseok broke up with you. An endless pain. Your throat clogging and eyes pricking with tears. You can’t believe your heart is aching for a bot. But it does. In a minute you find yourself crying hard. Going to your knees since your legs fail you. You allow yourself to do so, however. Allow yourself to cry hard until you can’t anymore.

………………………………..

After hours of crying, you still sit there curled next to a wall. Blankly staring at your phone screen. Trying to calm down. All the emotions that had crashed on you had overwhelmed you to a point where you feel like you’ve died and born again. Your heart is still hammering against your rib cage. Still squeezing with an indescribable pain. But it’s over now. Despite everything, it’s over. You force yourself to get up. Slowly. It feels like it requires every ounce of strength in your body to move. Yet, you manage to get up halfway. Only halfway though. Before you can make it to your full height, the sudden ring of your phone startles you so hard that you fall back to the floor instantly.

Your heart skips a beat as you hurriedly glance at your screen back again. Hoping it would be Daebi, calling to apologize for being so hostile. But as your eyes lock with the screen, you freeze entirely. World around you disappears. Your heartbeat slows down until your ears ring.

Incoming Call.

Caller ID- Jeongguk.

…………………………..

The scream that leaves your mouth is inhuman. You hurl your phone so hard it bumps against the leg of your bed. You faintly hear the cracking sound but absolutely can’t bring yourself to care.

This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. Thiscan’tbehappening.

You push yourself further against the wall. Wrapping your arms around your figure protectively. Wide eyes horrifyingly looking at your phone just lay down few feet away from you. Still ringing. You chant the word ‘no’ to yourself like it’s a mantra to stop this from happening.

This isn’t happening.

The phone stops ringing. The vibration which has been filling the silence of the room dies down. Everything becomes still. Quiet. Only sound in the room is your hard breathing. You wait few minutes. Patiently until something else happens. Nothing. So, you slowly start to shift. Placing your palms down on the cold floor as you crawl toward your phone. Slowly and carefully. As if your phone would attack you any minute. It doesn’t and you pick it up. The screen is cracked as you knew it would. That’s not your concern, however. You unlock the phone slowly. Your heart stops for a second time. A new sob erupting through your throat.

There’s a notification indicating you have one missed call from Jeongguk from Perfect Partner. But you uninstalled the application. Then there it is. The Perfect Partner. On your home screen. Like it always has been.

No.

Your head is spinning so hard. You mindlessly proceed to uninstall it again. The notification of warning pops up again. You press the yes again. It uninstalled. A moment passes.

And your phone rings.

Caller ID; Jeongguk.

“No. No. Holy fuck no.” You’re a complete mess. Crying hard and trembling like a leaf. You decline the call, just to find the application back on your phone. You’re acting as a crack head. Uninstalling the same app over and over again. Cursing and crying. Like you’re stuck in a loop. You have no idea how long you’ve done it. But after one moment, you receive a text instead of the call.

Jeongguk:

You can’t escape me baby. Stop trying to do that.

You’re hurting my feelings now. C’mon answer the phone

now. I promised we would talk and figure things out. No need

be so stubborn. (11. 14 p.m.)

You stare at the message. Your mind is not registering the words. This is a nightmare. You’ll wake up any minute now. Then everything will be fine.

Incoming call.

You don’t even decline it. You feel exhausted. Another text message pops on.

Jeongguk:

C’mon princess. Don’t do this now. You know I

Love you. You know I care about you. You shouldn’t

have gone to that stupid party without my knowledge.

None of this would’ve happened then. But I promise I’ll

Forgive you if you answer your phone. (11. 16 p.m.)

You feel numb. Tears rolling down your cheeks uncontrollably.

‘Love’?

What is even happening? How is this possible? You can’t feel your hands. What’s happening to you? You need help. Yes. That’s what you should do. You should call Daebi. Or Nina. Or Jimin. Then you can ask them to take you to a police station. You fumble with your phone as you decline another call from Jeongguk. At this point you don’t try to get rid of the app anymore. It’s useless. Instead, you open the contacts hastily. Dial Daebi. Waits for the call to connect. It doesn’t. You try again. Then again and again. It doesn't connect. So, you try Nina’s number and Jimin’s after. What the hell is wrong with this stupid thing? Why can’t you reach anyone? You have to decline three more calls from Jeongguk. And just as you’re about to try Daebi’s number one more time, your phone pings with another message.

Jeongguk:

Don’t fucking do this, now, all right?

Don’t try to avoid me and call someone else

you ungrateful bitch. Answer the damn phone right

now (___). Don’t fucking make me the bad guy because

I don’t want to be that person. I love you and we will

talk this out. (11. 16 p.m.)

You don’t think it’s possible to cry anymore. But you do. Your entire body is covered with your own tears and sweat. How he’s doing that, you have no idea. But it’s him. He doesn’t let you call anyone. But you can still run. Yes, you feel lightheaded and weak. Still, you can leave this place. That’s what you’re about to do when your phone vibrates yet again. This time it’s a normal call, however. From an unknown number. A new cry makes it way. For some unexplainable reason, you know to whom this number belongs. Call it a gut feeling. You shouldn’t pay any mind to that and leave. You don’t. You have no idea what you are doing as you answer the call. Pressing the phone to your ear.

“Thank fuck. (___), listen to me, okay? We will talk. Don’t hang up pretty. I warn─”

“Nooo.” You scream aloud as you hang up the phone. Your phone is hacked. That’s how he does that. You need to get rid of your entire damn thing. You smash the phone into the wall across the room. It shatters. That’s not enough. No. No. No. You take your hairbrush as you get to your unstable legs. Crouch down next to your phone. Use every strength left in your body as you hit the handle to your phone repeatedly. Again, and again until there’s nothing left but shards.

Then you get to your feet back. Storm away from your bedroom without even looking back. You stumble toward the front door. Your legs are still shaky and your mind hazy. Still, you make it. Make it out of your apartment. And make it to the place of your most trusted person’s place, somehow.

…………………………….

“Are you crazy?”

“Nononono…. You don’t get it Daebi. I’m telling you the truth!”

“Dude how’s that possible? An AI? I use the same app (___), I never experienced anything like this. What do you mean, you’re getting stalked or haunted by a bot?” Dabei chuckles.

“Maybe someone hacked my information. I don’t know. But it happened and I’m scared to death Daebi.” You walk toward her, shaking your head. Trying to touch her but she recoils. You wince. “D-daebi.”

“No. No girl. This makes no sense. You’re scaring me too.”

“Well, you should be scared. You need to uninstall that app before it happens to you too.” You try to touch her again. This time she takes a step back. And shouts so loud that you jump.

“NO!. No (___), you’re crazy. You need to see a doctor.”

“I’m not CRAZY!” You yell back too. “I’m telling you the fucking truth. Just take me to a police station.”

“AND TELL THEM WHAT?”

Everything falls into deafening silence. Fresh tears roll down your cheeks. Oh, how you want her to believe you. “Daebi.” You break into a huge cry. And finally, she comes closer to you. In a minute, you find yourself in her embrace.

“It’s okay (___), we will figure this out, okay? We’ll see a doctor the first thing tomorrow.” She pats your back. Affectionately. You sob into her shoulder.

“But I’m not sick.” Maybe you are.

“Yeah, I know. You just need a little help, that’s it. Let’s figure this out tomorrow, all right? Let’s just go home for now.” You pull away from her at light speed. What did she say now? Home?

“No. No… I can’t go back there.”

“Hey, hey, (___), listen to me there’s no one there. It’s just you’re scared for no reason.”

“Okay, but why can’t I stay here?” You watch Daebi’s face twist into something guilty. She gnaws on her bottom lip as she takes you in. Sighs.

“There’s things that have changed while you’ve been distant (___). I- uh kind of need to be somewhere else and I can’t cancel it.” She stretches an arm to touch you. This time it’s you who recoil. Nothing she says make sense to you. “I’m sorry babe, but I promise you I’ll see you early in the morning. Besides, there’s nothing to be afraid of. I’ll drop you off on my way out. And I’ll tell you everything too.” Gives you a soft smile. You find no comfort in it. You feel betrayed. Maybe you deserve that because you were the one who shut yourself off from her life. But still, she can’t disregard you this easily. She won’t even listen to you.

And why can’t you stay here even if she’s not home. You can stay here.

You don’t want to go back to your place.

You allow her to turn you around. You’re not convinced in the least that there’s nothing to be afraid of. There definitely is. So, you force yourself to trust her. Believe that you’ll be fine.

……………………………

You stand in the middle of your living room. Daebi has done a thorough search of your entire apartment. Found nothing like you expected. Then she had left you here. Alone. You know she found nothing. She reassured you there was nothing. But the hairs on the back of your neck prickle. There’s goosebumps across your skin. You feel a chill running down your spine. This place doesn’t feel like your apartment anymore. It’s strange. Everything is strange.

You’re terrified of this place. You can’t even make it to your kitchen let alone your bedroom. It’s like there’s some danger lurking around the dark corners of the apartment. You feel like a kid who’s being paranoid about a monster hiding under their bed. This is ridiculous. You draw in a deep breath. Wipe down the tears that are wetting your cheeks with the back of your palm. Curl your hands into fists.

There’s nothing here.

Daebi checked, remember?

You’re completely fine.

With a last nod to yourself, you steel yourself. Turning around and walking toward your bedroom.

Daebi checked there. It was completely empty.

You take little steps toward the dark room.

It all happened through your phone. You destroyed it. Now it’s all fine.

You stand in the doorway to your room. It’s completely dark. Gives you that fear of uncertainty. What if there will be someone once you switch on the lights.

No. No, this is not a movie. Daebi checked.

You step inside the room and reach for the switch panel blindly. Hold your breath as you flip the switch on. Your entire body tenses, expecting the worse. The entire room comes to your vision. Empty. No one is there. You let out the breath you’ve been holding. Not completely, though.

Just as you are beginning to relax, you feel it. It’s a sensation. Behind you. Like someone is there. Then you hear it. A faint sound of something cracking. No, maybe it’s sound of footsteps. Then you feel warmth behind you. Then a breath.

“Hi pretty!”

You open your mouth to scream, but a hand clamps down over it. Silencing you up.

“I tried to be patient, my princess. It’s not my fault that you’re a stubborn lying cunt. But I love you. Oh, fuck I do.”

……………………………….

Twelve months ago (after the breakup)

“Are you serious? You’d walk this far for her? I’m almost jealous.” Daebi huffs, glancing at the papers scattered across the table. It’s a well-planned scheme. Not ordinary. Completely out of a movie.

“Yes, I will. And now it’s your time pay off your debt, Daebi.” The guy in black hoodie waves a USB in front of her face. It has a threat. Everyone makes mistakes and Daebi had made one that would risk her entire life. From her career to her relationship.

“All right, okay? I never said I wouldn’t now, did I?”

“That’s good.”

“But- why this way, Jungkook. Approach her like a normal human being.”

The guy takes off his hoodie. His piercings glint under the dim, flickering light.

“You think she’d forgive me? No, Daebi. I ruined her life. She hates me. But I still want her, I fucking love her and yes, I’d Walk any length.” Jungkook gives a soft smile to the bitch of a woman who you’d like to call your best friend.

“And you think this would work? She won’t recognize you just because you have some piercings now?” Daebi points.

“She won’t. It’s been too long. I’ll make sure that she won’t until it’s time. We are meant to be together. She’ll understand it once I get a hold of her. I just want a creative way to approach her. Earn her trust and convince her that she belongs with me.”

Daebi always knew this guy was crazy. There’s no need to do all of these. But he loves the play. Daebi knows it. It’s not just about you hating him. She doesn’t think you even remember what happened. It’s simply this guy likes to fuck with people’s mind. Having complete control. It’s sad. Jungkook loves hunting and you are the prey. Yet Daebi can’t do anything. She can’t.

“Don’t worry Daebi. I’ll take good care of your heart broken friend. People like you don’t deserve her anyway. Do your job.” Jungkook gets to his feet.

“What if it doesn’t work? I mean what if she finds out? Felt suspicious and get rid of the app? You can’t hold it against me? Okay?” Jungkook lets out a maddening laugh. Leans down. Places his palms on the table.

“She. Won’t. I know what I’m doing. And I’m a tech genius Daebi. There’s no holes in this plan. Just give me the access and I’ll take care of the rest─” Jungkook’s voice get interrupts by a phone ringing. Daebi’s. Both of their eyes fall on the phone on the table. Screen up.

Hoseok

Daebi answers the phone.

“Hey Baby- yes, I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

Jungkook smirks. You deserve far better, and he’ll make sure to give you that.

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jay-reads-the-good-shit · 5 months ago

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LACRIMOSA | MYG MAFIA YANDERE AU | MASTERLIST

pairings: mafia leader!yoongi x f!reader genre: mafia!au, yandere au, historical au

summary: Their interlocking gaze served as a butterfly effect on his heart, stirring it to the core. She, in turn, only dreams to find a way to escape. But perchance, over time she might forcefully learn to love the man who has taken so much from her.

Thus unfolds a twisted tale of love and loss, of hope and despair, of life and death. The music reverberated through the dimly-lit streets. Tears of sorrow, weeping symphony - reflects the hurt, the scars that linger deep within and the wounds that never healed. Lacrimosa.

warnings: minors dni 18+ | mafia au, dark!yoongi, mafia!yoongi, smut, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, yandere, threatening, kidnapping, partial religious behaviour, graphic violence, graphic depictions of torture, manipulation, possessive/obsessive behaviour, angst, implied non-con, minor character death, spanking, blood, gaslighting (more to be added)

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disclaimer: this story is purely fictional, it does not depict real-life events or involve any actual members of BTS. This story will contain depictions of violence, blood shed, death, mentions of abuse, smoking, alcohol drinking, illegal activities, old social norms and traditions, which we do not condone.

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jay-reads-the-good-shit · 5 months ago

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yoongi drabbles | masterlist

summary. a collection of all my yoongi drabbles

m.list | moodboard | playlist | taglist

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BITTER COFFEES (f) (a) – 1.7k

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HEALING TOUCHES (f) – 2.2k

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POTTERY DATE (f) – 1.1k

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EARLY MORNINGS (f) – 1k

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FACE MASKS (f) (a?) - 1.9k

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BOUQUET (f) - 1.3k

summary. every day with you serves as a reminder that you are, in fact, the best thing that has happened to him

MOVING IN (f) - 3k

summary. in which moving in together isn't as simple as it seems, but no task is herculean with yoongi by your side

SUNLIT SHORES (f) (s) - 5.5k

summary. in which you convince yoongi to take a (very much needed) break to spend time with you by the beach for a few days

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jay-reads-the-good-shit · 6 months ago

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GIRGIGIRI'S FANFIC RECS INDEX

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Kim Namjoon Kim Seokjin Min Yoongi Jung Hoseok Park Jimin Kim Taehyung Jeon Jungkook

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Choi Seungcheol Yoon Jeonghan Hong Jisoo / Joshua Wen Junhui Kwon Soonyoung Jeon Wonwoo Lee Jihoon / Woozi Lee Seokmin / DK Kim Mingyu Xu Minghao / The8 Boo Seungkwan Chwe Hansol / Vernon Lee Chan / Dino

STRAY KIDS

Bang Chan Lee Minho / Lee Know Seo Changbin Hwang Hyunjin Han Jisung Lee Yongbok / Felix Kim Seungmin Yang Jongin / I.N

MISC

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jay-reads-the-good-shit · 8 months ago

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❖ lover to lean on — by @sketchguk

for months, you can hear your no face neighbor and his ‘girlfriend’ singing and dancing and laughing and falling in love. above all, you can hear their bed banging against your shared wall, and they won’t ever let you sleep. you’d much rather stay up at night worrying about your own problems, like the weight of an unrequited crush, so of course you’re bitterly single. but one day, the apartment is radio silent. and one day slowly turns into one week and then into an immeasurable amount of time since you’ve heard his laugh. so on valentine’s day, when you’re missing it the most, you beg your neighbor to open up to you with cookies in one hand and two broken hearts in the other. | 20k [a, f, s]

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In a world where there’s a small chance for you to contract a deadly disease the specific moment you come to the realization that the person closest to your heart will always be out of your reach, you find yourself coughing up blood stained flower petals after your best friend – and fuck buddy – Park Jimin, tells you he’s been seeing someone. | 11.7k [a, s]

❖ blooming days — by @bluekyun

A typical night for you begins at the library in your favorite chair underneath the lamp in the corner, only to be picked up at 3am by your best friend, Jimin. Despite having slept over in his room several times before, this certain night in Sigma house leads to far more than you ever imagined. But what is to come of your friendship once you reveal those two little lines that will change your lives forever? | 15.3k [f, a, s]

❖ the very last thing i decide — by @ugh-yoongi

you learn what it means to love with blood on your hands. | 12k [a, s]

❖ heartburn — by @jiminrings

you know it’d happen eventually and you’ve been preparing yourself for the impending hurt — you just don’t want it now. not now when it’s nearing jimin’s little sister’s birthday; not now when you can swear love isn’t the only thing you can put on the table. | series [a]

❖ let’s get quizzical — by @taleasnewastime

Thursday night pub quizzes with your friends are a must. One of those friends being your long-term friend, long-term crush, Park Jimin. At this point 99.9% of the population knows you have feelings towards him, Jimin being the 0.1% that doesn’t. But what happens when a bet goes wrong and your weekly quizzes become more complicated than fun? | 28.6k [a, f, s]

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jay-reads-the-good-shit · 8 months ago

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list of fan fic recommendations by AU

these are fan fictions that i've read / yet to read that i've organised so it's easier to find them. all the fics are super cool and non-cringe so you've definitely got to read em.

so far i've updated some of the jjk fan fics, there's more to update which i'll do later during this week. pjm and myg fics will also be updated.

wattpad fics will be updated in this list too.

and i'll be updating them at the end of every month when i come across new fics.

Jeon Jungkook fics

best friends/childhood friends AU

brother's bestfriend/bestfriend's boyfriend AU

bodyguard AU

boxer/gangster AU

ceo AU

co-workers AU

single parent AU

enemies to lovers AU

exes to lovers AU

fantasy AU

fake dating AU

fuckboy/fratboy AU

friends with benefits/fuck buddies AU

idol/popstar/celeb AU

hybrid AU

neighbors AU

roommates AU

strangers to lovers AU

soulmates AU

teacher AU

yandere AU

other jobs (tattooist/baker/sugar baby/racer etc) AU

Park Jimin fics

best friends/childhood friends AU

brother's bestfriend AU

ceo AU

college AU

co-workers AU

enemies to lovers AU

exes to lovers AU

fantasy AU

fake dating AU

fuckboy AU

friends with benefits/fuck buddies AU

idol/popstar/celeb AU

hybrid AU

neighbors AU

parents AU

single dad AU

strangers to lovers AU

sugar daddy AU

soulmates AU

yandere AU

other jobs (stripper/racer/doctor/stalker etc) AU

Min Yoongi fics

will be updating....!

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jay-reads-the-good-shit · 8 months ago

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It was so short. But so intense. This tiny dialogue exchange IS the good shit

"You know I love you right?"

"yeah."

"say it."

"i know that you love me kook." you repeat. you look at him confused.

"good. cause I'm about to fuck you like I don't and I need you to remember that."

I don't know where I read this or remember this dialogue. but i've been thinking 'bout it.

#pls someone make this a reality

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jay-reads-the-good-shit · 2 years ago

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Jimin fic recommendations??

Hmmm…I’m afraid I haven’t been reading a lot of Jimin’s fics lately. Below are the list of JImin’s fics I’ve read and loved (fyi, some of them are old ones):

Wrapped Around (ft. Taehyung) by @jjkfire

under the spell of a demon’s touch by @jeonggukingdom

Mischievous Maintenance by @dark-muse-iris

please, lie to me by @ressjeon

Warm Hands (Ice Cold Heart) (ft. Jungkook) by @hobidreams

Erised by @jamaisjoons

Raise the Barre by @kpopfanfictrash

The Devil in his Details by @johobi

Body Cry by @randombtsprincessa

Everything by @kpopfanfictrash

Letters from my Lovers by @yeoldontknow

Ere by @yeoldontknow

the blue notebooks by @inktae

Some Jimin fics from my extended to-read list:

Lose Your Head by @jessikahathaway

Love As Soft As a Distant Star by @vyduan

Destined with You by @borathae

Living Dead Boy by @caelesjjk

Desperate by @ressjeon

The Bird Cage by @untaemedqueen

Honey, I’m Home by @yoongsgguktae

Honorable mentions — personal faves from my own masterlist:

Over Again (my very first series!)

Never Falling & the rest of the Falling trilogy

Strip!

Blood Moon Rising

#bts fic recs #jimin fanfic

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jay-reads-the-good-shit · 2 years ago

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Please | Vampire!Hoseok | Drabble

Pairing: vampire!Hoseok x human!Reader (f)

a/u: some sort of post-apocalyptic, dystopian setting with vampires.

Word count: 5.4k

Summary: Hoseok is looking for something to relieve his boredom. He doesn’t expect it will be you.

Tags: some angst, minimal violence, a little hurt/comfort, and a smutty, happy ending

a/n: This turned out a little more angsty than I expected but the setting meant doing something not as ridiculous as I originally planned.

Hoseok has never been this bored in his life. In his death? Being a vampire is confusing. Namjoon would probably wax philosophical about the question for a few hours.

Some days Hoseok can’t remember how old he is, but he’s certain this is the most boring day he’s ever lived. Died?

“Stop complaining,” Yoongi says, not pausing his piano playing. The tarnished baby grand sits in a dark corner of the club. “Just because you want to be entertained every minute.”

“We are literally going to live forever—”

“Unless we take a bath in holy water, or get stabbed in the heart with a wooden stake.”

“—shouldn’t we have a good time?”

“You need a hobby.”

“I have a hobby.”

“Something other than seducing a fresh meal every week.”

“I do what comes naturally to me. Look, it isn’t my fault I’m so good at it. You wouldn’t understand.”

“No, I would not.” Yoongi’s voice is hard. He still feeds from bagged blood. Just the thought makes Hoseok want to gag, but Yoongi makes his own decisions. Since he was turned, he’s never fed directly from a human. Many of the men and women who frequent the club have tried to tempt him, but their efforts are useless.

“Hoseok,” Namjoon says. “You need to find one source and stick with her, because I can’t deal with these women crying at me every week.”

“See,” Yoongi insists, for once taking a break from the piano. “It creates problems for all of us.”

“I can deal with it.”

“It’s affecting our ability to run this club,” Namjoon insists.

Hoseok knows it's messy, knows it’s not good for the club’s reputation. Pretty soon there are going to be more women he’s tried than those he hasn’t.

Namjoon doesn’t understand either. Namjoon has been with the same woman since they started this place. He’s perfunctory and polite when he feeds. God, it makes Hoseok just as sick as the bagged blood. They’re vampires, for fuck’s sake. Shouldn’t they have some fun? They didn’t choose this path, but at least they can make the best of it.

“I will try to be more boring—”

“Thoughtful and considerate.”

“—in the future.”

Yoongi goes back to playing the piano. Namjoon heads to the bar. The two of them have settled into this half-life better than he has. Disgruntled, he roams the club looking for anyone interesting. It’s more of the same, more of the women who don’t entice him and more of the women he needs to avoid. This is a waste of time, he thinks. He heads up the back stairs to the private balcony on the second floor. He can watch everyone down below. It’s a brooding sort of night.

Hoseok enters the small room to find it already occupied.

You’re the human Namjoon hired to work nights, tidying and cleaning. As far as he can tell, you’re quiet, good at your job and, currently, in his way.

“Excuse me,” Hoseok says. “Can you come back later?”

You look up at him with annoyance. The scowl on your face deepens.

“I can’t.” You return to your work.

“Surely, you can,” he insists, smiling at you. It’s a smile that usually works for him.

“Do you know how hard it is to get blood stains out of velvet?”

“No, I don’t, but is that really important right now?”

“Blood stains are, in fact, very difficult to get out of velvet. The new vampires make a mess whenever they feed, and I have three more rooms to clean before I can go home.”

“Yes, well, why don’t you clean one of them?”

“Because I’m here, cleaning this one.”

Again, you return to your work. Hoseok attempts to tamp down his frustration. It’s made more difficult to do because he’s intrigued by you. He has been for a while if he’s being honest. You are not a human who throws yourself in their way. Namjoon has been very clear that they do not feed on the help. He started talking about their ethical obligations one night, and Hoseok mostly paid attention to him.

He takes a step closer. Even at this distance, he can sense the blood thrumming through your veins. Beneath the smell of the club, he smells something citrusy and homey. It reminds him of long-ago places. It gets under his skin in a way that makes him nostalgic and very, very annoyed.

You pause in your cleaning, glancing up at him.

Whatever he is in this new life, he’s a predator. It’s settled deep in his bones. Most of the time, like now, he’s quite comfortable with it.

Your heartbeat picks up.

“Maybe we can come to an arrangement,” he says. He knows he’s handsome, knows that there are certain things that are easy for him, and at this moment he’s glad of it. Glad of the bespoke suit, glad of his dark hair, glad of every bit of him that intrigues you.

“Sir, I’ll be done in a few minutes,” you say, voice shaking. “Please come back.”

Hoseok’s smile is frozen. You’ve turned him down. No one turns him down, even before he was a vampire. He’s about to leave when a fresh scent hits him. It almost brings him to his knees.

Your arousal is heady. You lick your lips, gaze going hazy. He can practically taste you, and he wants you more than he’s wanted anything in a long time. He wants you writhing beneath him, begging him for whatever he’s willing to give.

You straighten, and he can see the way your hands tremble. Your legs look like they are about to fall to the floor. He could have you on your knees in a moment. He’s confident that you want nothing more than to be his plaything.

For the first time in a long time, he’s looking forward to something. With one finger, he lifts your chin. He takes it all in. The way your eyes dilate, the sheen of sweat that he wants to lick from your skin, the blood he wants to taste. Unlike others, he knows how to feed neatly and with minimal fuss. He can practically feel the way you would flood his mouth. With all the pleasure he could give you, he would take his time.

You raise a hand.

“I need this job,” you say, even as you sway towards him.

It’s on the tip of his tongue to push aside your concern, to convince you it would be worth it. But then you meet his eye. The war within you is plain on your face. You’re biting your bottom lip so hard it's swollen and red. He wants to lick you open, see what delights you have to offer him. But you stop him with a brief plea.

“Please, sir.”

You breathe the words. He doesn’t know how difficult things can be out there. It’s been so long since he’s left the safety of the compound. He knows that you’re going to return home to some terrible dorm room, scrape together enough for a meal and then return tomorrow to clean more blood. It must be miserable.

“I need this job,” you say again. “Namjoon was very clear. We’re not to let you feed.”

For the first time since he’s become whatever this is, he’s ashamed. He knows you would acquiesce so sweetly. But you’ve asked him not to.

What must you think of him? He can’t take advantage of you in this situation. Dammit, he was paying attention when Namjoon talked about their ethical responsibility. He won’t seduce someone who’s asked not to be, no matter how much he wants you. At this moment, he wants nothing else.

He drops your chin. “Finish your work.”

Suddenly, Hoseok needs more, needs to get out, needs something different from this stale air to breathe. When he feels like this, he wants to forget himself. He can’t get drunk in this new state but thank god he can fuck. He’ll relieve his boredom where he doesn’t have to see you, want you. Hoseok decides to leave the compound. It’s just a few hours, he thinks.

&&&

Namjoon pays you for cleaning for the night. He asks again if you want to stay.

“It isn’t safe out there,” he says. “Things are getting worse.”

“I’m fine,” you respond, even though it’s not true. There’s no reason for your stubbornness. But you’ve been on your own for so long, trusting anyone else goes against the painful lessons you’ve learned these past few years.

“If you change your mind…”

“I won’t,” you insist. “Your girl is here.”

Namjoon flinches. “She doesn’t belong to me.”

You don’t have time for the way the two of them dance around each other. They’re about to faint at a sight of an ankle. They’ll figure it out, eventually.

You hear the door lock behind you as you leave, walking down the alley to the main street. This isn’t the most dangerous part of your return to the dorms. It’s still fairly safe this close to the compound. You have a few blocks before you really need to worry. You should just take Namjoon up on his offer. They can provide more protection than anyone else. The dorms are getting worse. The sun is rising, and you look forward to sleeping. You just hope a certain vampire doesn’t plague your dreams.

Hoseok is too beautiful. Nothing about life is fair, but this is what you decide to focus on. Too beautiful, too enticing, too much. It helps to be annoyed with his pretentious ass. It’s better than admitting how close you were to giving up everything for just one night with him. His reputation is well known. You’ve seen the women watching helplessly from the corners, wishing for another chance. It would be better not to know. On this chilly morning, though, you regret your convictions. Even if it was only the one time, you would rather be in his bed.

A few blocks from the compound, you stumble over someone passed out on the street. You really need to pay better attention.

“Excuse me for being in the way,” the person says, “but I can’t seem to get up right now.”

You know that voice.

You turn around. Hoseok is blinking at you. Even these weak sun rays must be more than he’s seen since he was turned. His face is gaunt. He looks like he’s aged decades in the last few hours. He meets your gaze, his mouth forming a surprised oh when he recognizes you.

&&&

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you move to his side. He’s huddled under his black overcoat.

“What are you doing here?”

He flinches at the irritation in your voice. It is strange to see him cower. He’s been nothing but absolutely inviolable in the time you’ve known him.

“I left the compound.”

His breathing, fuck does he even breathe, is labored.

“I can see that.” Gingerly, you raise the coat covering his shoulder to inspect the damage. A large sliver of wood is embedded in his stomach. It looks gruesome and painful.

“Fuck,” you say, covering your mouth with your hand. He’s bleeding, and it must be bad because his body isn’t healing the wound like it should. He should be fine even from such a horrible attack.

“Luckily, the men who attacked me don’t seem to know where the heart is located.”

“Why aren’t you healing?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, you should,” you say, voice raised. You’re flustered. You need to be back to the dorms by sunup or the gates will be locked, and you’ll be left in the city on your own. It would not be wise. Hoseok needs to be back to the compound before the sun gets any higher, or he will certainly die in the next few minutes.

“There is something that could help,” he says.

Oh no, you think.

“I need to drink,” he says through gritted teeth. “Please.”

You sit on the ground next to him. The guards could be locking the gate now. You don’t have time for this.

“If someone sees us…” you say.

He knows what it means. He knows you’ll both be killed if a roving guard sees him drink your blood. The clubs are one thing, but on the street? They’ll execute both of you and then go to breakfast.

“Please,” he repeats. There’s anguish in his voice and his usual bravado is gone. He’s begging you, and you won’t deny him. He doesn’t deserve to die. None of you deserve the mess the world has become.

You thrust your wrist in front of his face.

“Hurry,” you say, but you needn’t have bothered. His fangs are out and grazing your skin before the word is out of your mouth.

He meets your eye, as if asking for permission.

You steel yourself for the pain. You bite your lip. The last thing you want to do is draw attention to the two of you by crying out. You nod.

The bite hurts like a mother-fucker. Why are humans waiting in line to be used this way? You want to tear your arm away, but he’s gripping too hard, and it would only cause more damage.

But as fast as it started, the pain ebbs. The most delicious pleasure surges through you. It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Now you wish you had straddled him, crawled into his lap. This is insane. It feels so good. You whimper before you can stop yourself. All the arousal you felt earlier in the night coming back with a force. You risk looking at the sight of him feasting on you. He pauses from his drinking to lick the blood that’s dripping on your skin. He whispers your name, and you seem to feel it in your bones. You lick your lips. Through the delicious haze, you realize that he’s healing. The color has come back to his face, and he no longer looks weak. He’s going to be okay.

He repeats your name.

Reluctantly, you try to focus on what he’s saying. Why doesn’t he want to just stay here? You offer him your wrist again.

“You are literally killing me,” he says, standing, but he doesn’t look away from the blood dripping from your wrist. The wound is healing now. Soon it will be nothing but a memory.

“I’m saving you,” you say, feeling drunk. “I’m literally saving you.”

“Come on,” he says. He’s fully healed now. He’s moving with that preternatural grace that he has. You hate it.

“I need to get you back to the compound before we’re found.”

You can’t seem to move your legs. He puts an arm around you and helps you walk across the street. The sun is getting higher, and you know he’s getting weaker with every step.

“Take more,” you say.

He wants to refuse, you know. He tries to look at you as if he is disdainful, but he licks his lips.

“Go on,” you say. “It’s the only way we’ll make it back. You need to be able to fight if we’re caught.”

Even as you get excited at the thought of him drinking blood, you know it’s true. It’s a miracle none of the roving guards have found you yet.

He drinks again. You don’t remember the rest of the walk to the compound, you just remember the feeling of warmth running through you. Warmth that you haven’t felt in a long time.

“What have you done?” Namjoon asks. He says it so forcefully it wakes you out of your stupor.

“I didn’t do anything,” Hoseok protests.

“I saved him,” you announce to Namjoon and Yoongi.

“She works here,” Yoongi says. “She’s human, and she missed the curfew.”

You are rapidly sobering. Hoseok is carefully tending to your wrist. He puts the bandage on slowly.

“What happened?”

Hoseok explains.

“She’s going to her own room,” Namjoon announces. He turns to you. “You know you’re welcome here.”

You nod. Hoseok watches you go without protest. You wish he would follow.

After an hour alone in the room where Namjoon left you, you decide you’re being foolish.

Your existence has been miserable for the past few years. The memories of the before times fade with each passing day. There is only this present where you work your fingers to the bone just not to starve. You can’t remember the last time you slept through the day, knocks on your door, security checks by the guards and the unidentifiable noises of your neighbors. It all conspires to leave you tossing and turning on the floor.

This small room, though, a storeroom behind the kitchen, is warm and tidy. You have more than enough blankets. Sleeping this far inside the compound, you’re safe for the first time in a long time. Namjoon won’t fire you given the circumstances. You saved his friend at great personal risk. You should’ve taken him up on the offer to stay long ago. He’ll make it again, and you’ll agree. You look around this little room. It is more than adequate, and it will be a good place to lay your head. Namjoon is a good boss. He’ll make sure that you have food. If you are going to trust anyone in this new world, it is these three. Everything you’ve heard about the vampires has turned out to be false, except their beauty, of course.

Knowing that you don’t have to return to the dorms should be enough to let you drift into sleep. If only you could, but the memories of the morning won’t let you.

When was the last time you felt anything other than vaguely hungry and scared? When was the last time you felt that blissful? No wonder those who can afford it come to this club every night hoping for some reprieve from the monotony. There is so little pleasure in this world. Why not cling to what you find?

It may only be one night, but it would be worth it. You’re tired of scrapping by with this menial existence. He wants you. He made that clear before he left the club. What do you want?

You unwrap yourself from the blankets and fold them neatly, setting them on top of the boxes. You may not have more than one night with him, but why deny yourself?

When you open the door, Hoseok stands at the other side.

After his initial shock, he leans against the doorway. “Are you comfortable here?”

“It’s much better than the dorms.”

His eyebrows raise as he takes in the small room. You wonder what it looks like to him.

“Trust me.”

“I do,” he says.

“What are you doing here?” you ask. You hope your voice sounds more astonished than accusing, but you can’t remember the last time anyone surprised you in a good way.

“I never… I never said, thank you.” He can’t meet your eye. Again, it is extraordinary to see him doing anything other than commanding a room. “You saved my life. My death?”

“It seems like it would get confusing.”

“It does!”

“I bet Namjoon would know.”

“He would just talk about it for hours and not reach a conclusion.”

You shrug. “It would probably remind him of whoever he was before.”

You want to ask him who he was before, but you don’t know him that well. Suddenly, your plan seems foolish. You really thought you could proposition him? What in the absolute hell?

“Where were you going?” he asks, glancing behind him as if it would offer an explanation. “Don’t leave. If you leave, Namjoon would kill me dead, fully dead.”

“We can’t have that. I just saved you.”

“Are you okay?”

The answer to that question is obviously no, but you’re so tired of thinking and not acting. The last thing you want to do is have a conversation with him.

“I was coming to see if you want to feed again.”

His smile quickly changes from one of astonishment to a sly grin. Like a spell holding him back has been broken, he moves toward you. The languid feeling you missed so much since he fed from you returns, as if your body remembers, as if it can’t deny itself pleasure.

“Good girl.” He raises a hand to caress your cheek. “Is that all?”

You shudder at the praise and from the way he stands so close to you, eliminating any separation between you.

You shake your head. Thankfully, you don’t have to think of a response because he kisses you.

You’re lost in the sensation of his lips on yours, of his tongue exploring and tasting. He takes his time. You suppose he has a lot of it now. You’ll take as much as he’s willing give you.

He pulls back and you’re panting, catching your breath but wanting more.

“Wait a minute, what are you doing here?” you ask.

“I’m checking on you. You know, being a gentleman.”

“Hope not too much of on.,”

“I think we’re going to get along just fine.” He takes your hand. “Come with me.”

He leads you through the many hallways of the cavernous building. Anticipation builds, when, after climbing staircase after staircase, he ushers you into what must be his bedroom. He lights a candle on the bedside table.

A large bed takes up most of the space. It has tall ceilings, and you must be on the top floor. There is a small desk and a comfortable chair. It looks like someone lives here. It’s been so long since you’ve seen an actual room.

Thankfully, Hoseok has as little interest in talking as you do. The door shuts firmly behind you, and he’s kissing you.

You whimper into his mouth. His hands are everywhere, running down your hips, up your back, palming your breasts, like you’re going to disappear so he’ll make a memory of you while he can.

He kisses your neck, and you pause. Will he feed again? Your body shudders at the memory.

“I can’t,” he murmurs, not stopping in his exploration of your body.

You groan.

“It isn’t good for you if I feed too much, too often.” He pulls back, looking at you in the eye, willing you to understand. “We need to wait a few days. I’ll make it up to you.”

“You better.”

Before you can even get the words out, he slots his thigh between your legs, a silent request to rub yourself against him. You don’t mind the moan that pours from your lips. It feels so good. It’s been so long since you’ve felt anything so good. He’s kissing you again, hard, and you like the sensation of the door against your back and Hoseok against your front.

“Need to taste you,” he says.

With trembling hands, you push down your jeans. He drops to his knees. He just fucking inhales like you’re a fine wine or something. When was the last time you were the focus of such attention? He licks a strip up your wet slit, and he grips your thighs, leaving marks, you’re sure. You fist your hands in his hair, bucking against him, wanting more. One night will never be enough with him.

Eventually, after making you beg. He's sucking on your clit, thrusting his fingers into your tight, wet heat.

“I’m gonna…” you moan.

“That’s it, wanna feel you come on my tongue.” He pauses in his actions, looking up at you with a slick mouth, running his tongue along his lips like he doesn’t want to waste any. “Please.”

Now when he licks you, you’re primed and ready to come on his tongue, helpless to do anything but let the sensation overtake you. It’s building and building until you come, body trembling with the pleasure, unable to do anything but call his name.

He sits back on his heels, watching you writhe, his fingers still moving inside you as your orgasm slowly subsides. You’re leaning against the door, barely able to stand up.

“That was… what the hell?”

He laughs at you, and you don’t mind. You would do anything to feel that way again.

“Don’t worry,” he says. “We’re just getting started.”

You pull off the rest of your clothes as you walk to the bed. You sense him behind you, and you hear his clothes as they hit the floor, the clang of his belt, the thump of his jacket. Each punctuation makes you more excited.

You crawl on the bed, and you feel the mattress dip behind you as he joins you. You flip over on your back, watching him stalk towards you. He kisses you, leaving you drunk on the sensation, before sitting up on his knees, stroking his thick cock, and all you can think is that you need him to fuck you and badly. You’re about to beg when he rubs the head of his cock over your slick pussy. He pulls back when you try to entice him. You groan in frustration, but he's as calm as you’ve ever seen him, completely in control and only going to fuck you when he’s good and ready.

“Needy,” he says, and you feel yourself flush more than you already are. “I like it.”

Finally, fucking finally, he pushes his cock into you, and you feel every inch stretching you out, taking his time so that you can accommodate him. He moves hesitantly at first.

“More,” you demand.

He laughs at you, but he agrees to your request. He works up to fucking you hard, until your entire world comes down to this man, pounding you until you feel drunk on his cock, unable to remember your own name, lost in the sensations you thought were gone from you forever.

He pulls out, and you whine, before he flips you over until you’re face down, ass up and he can fuck you from this angle as good as he can the other. You’re pretty sure, you’re drooling, and you don’t give a fuck. When you want him to speed up, he slows down again, taking his time and making you beg.

“Please,” you say in a mindless drone.

He slaps your ass, and this too has you almost coming. “What do you say?”

Somewhere in the haze of your mind, even as he’s pounding your pussy, you know exactly what he wants. At this moment, you will give him anything.

“Please fuck me, sir.”

“That’s a good girl,” he praises, and you’re coming again, throbbing, and his release isn’t far behind. His thrusts are frantic, and even in your fucked out haze you love that you’ve made him lose even as much control as he has.

He pulls out and lays down next to you. You can barely catch your breath, barely get the words out. “Thought you were going to make it up to me.”

He laughs and pulls you down for another kiss, fully ravaging your mouth.

“I didn’t say we were done.”

You wake in the night. It’s dark. The candle he lit has long ago burned down. You’re the small spoon in this spooning situation. He’s wrapped around you, like you’ll disappear into smoke if he lets go. You like the feeling of being contained, of being held. You also like the feeling of his hard cock against your ass. You can’t help the way you rut against him. It has been so long since you’ve gotten what you wanted, since you’ve been able to reveal in something that wasn’t loss or despair. You turn in his arms, facing him now, leaving kisses on his neck, snuggling into him. You wrap your leg around him. He wakes slowly, and you hear the laughter in his voice.

“Needy.”

It isn’t a question. You whimper as he tilts your chin up so he can kiss you thoroughly, ruthlessly. With his hands on your hips, he shifts your weight so you’re straddling him. Now you both moan as you move against him.

“Take what you need, baby.”

He doesn’t need to ask twice. You’re already wet from the way he’s been kissing you, and now you sink on his hard cock. He feels bigger at this angle, and he felt huge before. You bite your lip as you move.

He murmurs the sweetest, filthiest encouragement, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it. He grips your hips, thrusting up into you until you’re calling out his name, coming again as he continues his relentless assault. Never have you felt such pleasure, and you wonder if you will again.

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Hoseok wakes, and it takes a moment to realize that he slept. He can’t remember the last time he actually slept. Vampires can, of course. He just didn’t feel the need to for a long time. He’s been too restless.

You’re curled in his side, and he likes the feeling of you tucked there next to him. He smiles when he thinks of the how needy you were, of how desperate you were to use him for your own pleasure. He enjoyed it, too. The way it seemed to overtake you. How you abandoned any prior shyness in order to take what you wanted. He wants to see that side of you more often.

Your breath is soft as you sleep. You look peaceful, and he hopes you don’t have nightmares. He’s got no idea what you’ve been through, but he plans to make you forget. You should be comfortable and cared for. Namjoon will be pleased that he’s done roaming. He’s found you, and he’s hoping you’ll stay.

After rising and, raiding the kitchen for actual food, he walks up the last staircase to his bedroom. He chose this room because it was so far away from the others. He likes to know that you are waiting for him, like a heroine in a fairy tale. For the first time in a long time, he’s nervous.

“Where are you going?” is the first thing he blurts when he sees you dressed and leaving his bedroom.

He’s surprised you, and there’s a look of shock on your face.

“I just assumed…”

He needs to fix this.

“Stay,” he blurts out. “Stay here, with me.”

“For how long?” you ask, a suspicious look in your eyes.

“As long as you like.”

A ghost of a smile graces your face.

“Don’t worry about Namjoon.”

“I don’t.”

“Let me convince you,” he says, stepping forward to take your hand.

You lead him back to his room. “It might take a while.”

“It’s alright. We’ve got time.”

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jay-reads-the-good-shit · 2 years ago

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I love it I love it I love it I love it I love it I love it

Gahhh the tension and angst are so palpable and I really felt for both parties here. Obviously namjoon didn't mean anything but of course it would come across badly for poor mc. And yoongi's regret!! The little conversation they have "just let me pretend okay" AUGH MY HEARTSTRINGS. I just want everyone to be happy and in love but I'm also down for the time it's gonna take cause it makes for an amazing story

Also I hope Tae is okay. And I can't wait for him to start officially courting mc!!!

Master List

Sixteen

Synopsis: in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life.

Chapter summary: getting closer with the pack means you'll have to learn to live with Kim Namjoon.

Warnings: drinking, breaking things, yknow namjoon stuff.

WC: 7.6K

After both your heats, you and Hoseok were nearly inseparable. When you were home, you followed him around like a little puppy, and he absolutely adored it. He appreciated how well you had taken care of his home and everyone in it while he was off his feet. When he told you as much, you assured him that it was your pleasure, and you would gladly do any chores he needed from you.

But your housework wasn't the only thing Hoseok had come to love.

You had become his new favorite cuddle buddy, much to your tiny pack's annoyance. Any time he could get his arms around you, he'd have you settled right against him with a proud smile on his face. And you certainly weren't complaining. You'd never known that omegas' cuddles were the best. Soft and warm and sweet smelling. Being held by Hobi was bliss. You wouldn't admit it to anyone, but you felt a bit of jealousy every time you scented Jin's sweet, nutty smell on Hoseok's skin, knowing that he had gotten to hold your omega all night long.

It wasn't until you came home from work one afternoon a few weeks after your heat and Hobi pulled you onto the couch, insisting you take a nap, that you realized something was different. You could still smell the light fragrance of Hoseok's body wash, so you knew he'd showered a few hours ago. But he smelled like praline pecans. Nutty like Seokjin, and different from Hoseok normal brown sugar. A new blend of the two.

"I'm going to stop working," you said suddenly.

He pulled back so he could look down at your face. "That would be great, but why so sudden?"

You shrugged and nestled back into his chest. "I just want to help you here more. It seems kind of silly to be cleaning for other people when I should be here cleaning with you."

He couldn't argue with that. Yoongi had told him about how you had called their house your home after your last heat, and it made his heart soar. He certainly wasn't going to deny you the domestic bliss he had always wanted to share.

"I like the sound of that," he murmured into your hair. "I would love to keep you here."

You were anxious to tell Yoongi about your decision, but when he got home he looked stressed and dejected. His shoulders hunched in a way you hadn't ever seen before. Seeing him look so weary made your heart ache. You approached him quietly as he took off his shoes in the entryway.

When you took his hand, one look into your sympathetic doe eyes was all it took to bring a genuine, lighthearted smile to his face. Somehow, one look from you and your tiny hands around his large one manifested energy from thin air. He pulled you closer and cradled you against his chest. Silent, except for a soft happy rumble in his chest, he held you like that for several minutes, but you wouldn't move for all the world, content to gently sway in his arms.

"Was it a bad day?" You asked softly. He hummed. "Come sit down, and I'll get you something to eat," you told him as you pulled away, ready to take his hand and guide him down the hall to the kitchen. But he pulled you back, unready to allow so much space between you. He picked you up by the backs of your thighs and hoisted you up, leaving you no choice but to wrap your arms and legs around him.

"In a minute," he mumbled into your neck, where he took deep breaths of your scent, allowing it to fill his lungs and soothe his nerves.

You complied and let him carry you to the couch as if you were no more than a child. Even if he was tired, holding you was nothing, not compared to the benefits.

"What happened?" you pressed gently after a moment.

"Nothing, really." He didn't need to burden you with the DOA he'd had today. Car crashes could cause such carnage, and he didn't need you to think of that. "I asked my supervisor if I could switch to a permanent day shift, but he denied me," he said after a moment of toying with your hair between his fingers.

"Oh. Why did you want to change?"

"I was hoping it would allow me to spend more time with you," he admitted. "I hate that I'm not able to see you. One of us is always working."

"Oh." A smile tugged at your lips and you cleared your throat. "Well, actually, I was thinking…" He lifted your chin gently with his fingers to see your eyes and waited for you to go on. "I want to quit my job. I-if that's okay."

"Really?" He asked excitedly as he pushed you away to look at your face better.

"Yeah, if it's not a problem," you answered quietly.

Yoongi pulled your hips tighter against him. "Of course it's not a problem! I was never going to tell you to quit, but I was always hoping you would. But why now? Did something happen at work?" His expression turned serious in an instant.

You shook your head. "No. Work is fine. I just feel like it's time to help Hobi out. And I can take care of you and Jimin. You're my pack after all."

"We don't expect you to cook and clean for us, princess," he said, tucking your hair behind your ear. Even though he meant it, he felt his heart flutter knowing you might want to.

"But it's my job."

"It isn't. That's not why we want you here. It's not why we're keeping you around. It never will be." His tone was serious. His eyes looked intently into yours. Heat flushed all over your body, and you tried to backtrack.

"I know that, Yoongi. I actually wasn't thinking that way, which is kind of funny because normally I would. This isn't a-take-care-of-alpha-before-he-throws-you-out thing. I just care about you and I think about taking care of you a lot. Want to know if you're eating well and sleeping well."

Yoongi's smile returned, and he pulled you closer, resting his forehead against your cheek. "Good. That makes me more happy than you'll ever know."

"Aish. I'm not really doing it for you," you teased. "I want to stay home and help Hobi."

"Ah, yes, you're new BFF," he teased back. "That's fine. I'm sure he'll be happy."

You nodded. "I'll put my two weeks notice in tomorrow."

"Why bother? Just quit. You're never gonna need another job again." He grasped the back of your head and pulled you into a passionate kiss, leaving you breathless.

"Aren't you gonna eat something?" You asked hazily, a long moment later.

"Yeah," he grinned. "I'll eat you,"

"No!" You screamed amid your giggles as he playfully tried to bite your neck, tickling your sides at the same time. When you were gasping for breath, he scooped you up in his arms again and carried you into the kitchen. He set you down to sit on top of the kitchen counter.

"I'll fix something for you," you told him as he walked toward the refrigerator.

"You stay," he ordered as he looked inside. "Did you cook this?" he asked, showing you a container of the leftovers from the evening's dinner. You nodded. "Then your work here is done," he said before placing the meal in the microwave.

"I heard the sound of a happy pup," Jimin said as he entered the kitchen. You blushed when he stood beside you. He had been sitting in the pack's nest with Namjoon and Jungkook when they heard your screams and laughter. He wasn't the only one curious, but he was the only one who ventured out to see what was going on.

Yoongi beamed. "Y/N has decided to quit her job and stay home."

"Oh, good thing you made that choice before Taehyung started courting you," Jimin responded slyly.

"What do you mean? Court me?" You stared at him in confusion.

Yoongi nodded. "It's true. He asked me for my blessing already. I told him I don't mind. He said he's going to take it slow, not jump into anything. But now you'll have plenty of time to get to know each other." Yoongi wriggled his eyebrows.

Your voice caught in the back of your throat. Too many feelings swirled deep in your stomach, and you couldn't parse them out. "You don't mind?" you finally asked.

Yoongi gave you a soft smile and lifted your face to meet his eyes. "As much as I love our little pack, I've always known it wouldn't always be the three of us. I mean, I hoped. There's no rush, but I think some day it will probably be all eight of us. And that will be great, too."

You tried not to think about that possibility too often. It made your head spin. Seven packmates. Four alphas. You weren't sure you could handle it. "But I only want you to be my alpha. If Jin–" you cut yourself off abruptly.

"If Jin what, princess?"

"If Jin wants to claim me, won't he be my pack alpha? But I only want you to be my pack alpha!"

Yoongi couldn't bear how childlike you sounded. It made his heart hurt to hear you so anxious and confused. He smoothed a hand over your hair and pulled your head to his shoulder.

"It's okay, baby. Jin will never be your pack alpha. I'll always be your number one. You really think I'd let anyone take my place in your heart?" he cooed.

"What are you so worried for?" Jimin chided. "Who's talking about Jin? It's just Taehyung right now. He's a great alpha. You'll see."

You sniffed and pulled away from Yoongi when the microwave beeped. "Why did you say it was good I'm quitting my job because of him?"

Jimin smirked. "Taehyung could never allow his omega to work outside the home."

"Why not?"

"One, it's too dangerous. It would drive his anxiety crazy. Best to keep omegas safe in the den. Two, it would hurt his pride. He makes more than enough money to support you and Hobi all on his own. And three, Taehyung may have the disposition of a golden retriever, but even the sweetest dogs don't like strange dogs looking at their bones." Jimin grinned deviously.

You pushed his shoulder. "I'm not a bone!"

"Oh, yeah? Just wait until he starts gnawing on you!" Jimin picked up your arm and pretended to bite it much like Yoongi had before, and again, you thrilled them both with your shrieks and giggles.

While the days got longer and hotter with more sunlight, it seemed that each workday dragged on slower than they ever had before. You were diligently waiting your two weeks, but by the time you were nearly there, you wished you'd taken Yoongi's advice to just quit. You were aching to be at home every minute you were gone, and that was a feeling you had never known before.

When Yoongi brought you home on your next to last day of work, you walked into something you'd never seen at the house before. It was something of a party atmosphere, and they were all celebrating the end of the school year alongside Namjoon. Jin and Jimin had yet to return home, but Jungkook and Namjoon had beers in hand, chatting cheerfully at the kitchen table while Taehyung put out snacks on the counter. You walked carefully past them to wash your hands before you sidled up beside Hoseok where he was forming beef patties between his delicate hands.

"Hamburgers for dinner?" You asked.

Hoseok smiled down at you and gestured to the side with his head. "You can slice those onions and tomatoes," he told you before you could ask to help.

When the rest of the pack came home, you all accompanied Hobi outside on the patio while he grilled the burgers. Yoongi anxiously held you back from getting too close to the flames, nervous you might hurt yourself. The afternoon was lovely, and you all decided on eating outside to enjoy the spring weather. You spent most of the time clinging to Yoongi, either in his lap or next to him, holding his hand. He didn't mind in the slightest, nor did he mind the jealous looks he received from Taehyung, who tried to make the both of you jealous by fawning over Jimin. All of them were oblivious to the true reason for your clinginess.

Namjoon tended to stand quietly on the fringes of Seokjin's pack. His status was never in question, and he didn't shy away from sharing his thoughts and feelings, but whenever you were all together, he simply allowed others to take center stage. But tonight was different. Tonight was his celebration for another completed school year, and he felt no need to stay to the side and listen to others. For once, he dominated the majority of the conversation, discussing funny memories from the school year and a few complaints he usually tried to swallow. As the night grew longer and he drank more, his voice boomed louder across the large backyard and you pressed yourself closer to Yoongi.

When it got dark and the air turned chilly, everyone moved back into the kitchen. You were exhausted, but decided to help clean up before you tried to excuse yourself to go to bed. Everyone was having a good time, all of them drinking a little even though you didn't, and you didn't want to bring the mood down, but you were growing tired. When you finished washing the dishes you went to stand by Yoongi, who was laughing heartily to the story that Namjoon was telling. You could wait a few more minutes, but you didn't really want to go to bed alone, and you didn't want to miss out, listening to all their laughter from your room while you sat alone. As Namjoon continued his story, he gestured wildly with his hands. The condensation on the beer bottle made it slick, and the brown glass suddenly flew out of his hand, whizzing past your head in a blur. You were hiding under the counter by the time the glass hit the wall, shattering to pieces and dumping its liquid all over the floor. Shards of class popped around the room as you buried your head in your knees and covered yourself with your arms. A scream built in your throat, but you knew better than to let it out.

Don't scream. Don't scream. It'll only be worse if you scream.

The whole room went silent and motionless for two seconds as they registered what happened. Then at once everything was in motion. Yoongi got out of his chair to check if you were alright, but Taehyung was quicker. He didn't take a moment to ask how you were or assess the damage. He simply gathered you into his arms and lifted you off the ground, careful not to bang your head on the granite countertop. He carried you directly up the stairs and to your room, with Yoongi behind him and Jimin bringing up the rear.

In the kitchen, the remaining two alphas stood, frozen in shock, but Hoseok didn't waste any time putting on shoes and grabbing the broom.

"Hobi, let me," Namjoon tried to say, reaching for the broom when he finally came out of his stupor.

The omega pulled away. "I got it. You stay over there until I get this all cleaned up. There's lots of glass."

The flat, subdued tone of his voice hurt Namjoon as much as the way Hobi wouldn't look at him. "It was an accident," he whispered.

"We know that, Joonie," Jungkook assured him with a light smile. "It's not like it's the first time you've broken something around here. It's just…" His eyes drifted toward the stairs.

"I would never throw something at her," Namjoon defended.

"I know, babe, I know. But she doesn't. It's natural for her to be scared. Don't take it too personally. She's just skittish," Jungkook tried to convince him.

Hoseok felt a tug of war within himself. He was usually always the first one to comfort Namjoon when he accidentally broke something or made a mess. But now he really wanted to check on you, to make sure you weren't hurt or scared. He wanted to hold you in his arms, but he knew if he ran off with the others it would hurt Namjoon, and he knew that it wasn't really his fault. Namjoon was just clumsy, some might say cursed. He never meant to cause chaos, but he did anyway. You would get used to it, eventually, but right now the omega could understand perfectly why you were afraid Namjoon might hurt you without even intending to. His head swirled with competing worries as he swept up the glass and dumped it into the trash can.

"Are you hurt?" Yoongi asked as Taehyung set you down at the edge of your nest. He shouldered the younger alpha out of the way to examine you. You were still too stunned to answer, but it didn't really matter; Yoongi was going to look over every available inch of you regardless. He gently tilted your face this way and that to make sure it was unscathed before he moved onto your arms, lifting and twisting each in turn to ensure your skin was unharmed. There was a small cut on your forearm and he frowned. It wasn't even from the incident that had unfolded moments before. It was from work earlier today, and the blood was already dry—you hadn't even felt it at the time.

"Jimin, go get the first aid kit from the bathroom," he instructed, holding your arms carefully.

Feeling Yoongi's steady hands on you helped to ground you and bring you back to your body, out of your shock and panic. You took in a deep breath and breathed out, "I'm okay."

Jimin shuffled back into the room carrying the first aid kit and handed it to Yoongi. The alpha plucked out an alcohol pad and ripped open the packet with his teeth, spitting out the torn piece.

"It's gonna sting," he whispered, but you didn't react as he swiped it over your skin. "It's dry." You looked down to the very minor wound he was tending to.

"That was from work. It's fine," you told him, but he didn't seem to hear you. He had already taken a bandage from the kit—neon pink—and gently but firmly pressed it over your cut. "Yoongi?" He looked up into your eyes and you could see his own were full of worry. He shrugged.

"It makes me feel better."

You cracked a genuine smile and it lifted some of the weight off his chest.

"Are you sure you're okay, sweet little?" Taehyung asked. His hands were still shaking from the course of adrenaline when he thought you were in danger.

You nodded. "I'm okay. I was just scared. I'm not hurt."

"You shouldn't be scared at home," he replied.

"Come sit with me," you said softly, patting the spot next to you. Your heart ached to see how distressed he was over you. Taehyung lowered his head and came to sit near you, not quite in your nest, but just outside of it. When he got close you realized something the rest of them hadn't. They'd been too worried about you to assess their own well-being.

"Tae, you're covered in beer."

He had been standing closest to where the bottle had hit the wall and, as a result, had gotten sprayed with the contents as well as some glass.

"You're bleeding," you added. "Yoongi, your patient is right here."

Your alpha smiled weakly at how brave you were trying to be. He could tell by the way you were still shaking that you weren't as calm as you pretended to be, but he would talk to you about it in a little while when things settled. For now he turned to Taehyung. Without a word, he began to clean the man's wound, and you held his hand while he winced through the burn on the alcohol. You pulled a neon pink bandage from the box beside you and handed it to Yoongi to apply.

"Now we match," you told him, and it brought a bright, boxy smile to Taehyung's face.

"Why are you the one comforting me?" He asked, bumping your shoulder.

"Why don't you go clean up and get changed? Then maybe you can come cuddle me in the nest?" You offered. "If you want to," you added quickly.

Taehyung nodded enthusiastically. "Be right back," he said before scurrying out of the room.

"Yoongi, you need to go downstairs and see if everyone is okay down there," you told him.

He growled softly, mumbling, "They can take care of themselves."

"Alpha," you cooed, reaching out to touch his cheek, "don't be like that." He pouted for a moment, but nodded and gathered the pieces of trash from his work before he took the first aid kit downstairs.

"What about me?" Jimin stood proudly in front of you, fists in his hips, waiting for his instructions.

"You come cuddle me until the others come back." He didn't waste a second, shucking off his pants and shirt. You'd gotten used to the fact that Jimin preferred to sleep only in boxers. Who were you to force clothes on him if he slept better without? After your heat, it had ceased to make you the slightest bit uncomfortable. He quickly climbed onto the bed, wrestling you into the nest and underneath his body, where he could get the upper hand on you and make the last of our distressed scent disappear as quickly as it had come.

When Yoongi reached the bottom of the steps, Namjoon turned anxiously to look at him. He was cleaning the last of the beer off the wall, looking rather like a pup with his tail between his legs. This was hardly a rare scenario for him, cleaning up his own mess no matter how Hobi tried to tell him to leave it. It wasn't the first glass he'd broken nor the first drink spilled. Namjoon was a walking disaster. He knew that. It couldn't be helped, and everyone knew that, too. But normally, everyone would stick around to help and cheer him up and comfort him when he made a silly mistake like this. This time, half his pack had disappeared up the stairs with you, and he couldn't help feeling a bit hurt about it. He regretted it. He always did, but he couldn't take it back, and he just couldn't change. He opened his mouth to explain to Yoongi, but nothing came out.

"Is she hurt?" Hoseok asked from the sink, after Yoongi and Namjoon had stared at each other for several tense seconds. Yoongi's face was a cold mask of stone, revealing nothing but disdain. Namjoon looked utterly crestfallen.

"She's not hurt. Just scared," Yoongi answered, shaking his head when he finally broke eye contact with Joon.

"That's a relief," Namjoon sighed, and his face showed his relief was real.

"Taehyung got cut up a little bit," Yoongi said sharply. It was petty, but he didn't want the younger alpha to feel as if there was no harm done, and he didn't expect Namjoon to care that you'd been shaken up.

"Is it bad?" Jin asked, looking concerned.

Yoongi shook his head again. "I patched him up. Y/N invited him into her nest to make him feel better, I think." He paused for a second, thinking about your behavior. "She sent me down here to see if anyone was hurt."

"We're all fine, Yoongi. Come have a seat," Jungkook replied, pulling out the chair beside him.

"I should go back to her."

"Yoongi." Jin's voice wasn't raised, but it was loud and firm enough to have Yoongi freezing as he turned away. He hugged the first aid kit to his stomach and dropped his chin. "I'm sure Jimin and Tae are taking perfectly good care of her. Come sit for a minute."

Yoongi hated the way it felt like he was in trouble, when he knew he had no reason to be. He hadn't gone and ruined a perfectly nice evening, or spooked his very nervous omega. But he turned and walked slowly to the table to sit anyway.

"You know it was an accident," Jin said calmly.

"I know," Yoongi answered curtly.

"Just let him apologize." Jin's voice was the slightest bit pleading, as if he were desperate to avoid more conflict between his alphas.

"I really am sorry, Yoongi. I would never–"

"You don't need to apologize to me," Yoongi interjected. "I'm not angry. Maybe if she'd been hurt…but I know you can't control your body. You've never been able to. I get that. But she doesn't know. She's terrified you will hurt her, just by accident. And with you accidents are bound to happen."

"I–" Namjoon began, but the other alpha didn't let him finish.

"Do you know how it hurts me to see her afraid? After all the horrors in her life, I only want to keep her from feeling afraid. I don't just want her to be safe. I want her to feel safe. And if she can't then we…If she can't feel safe with you…" The look of pure devastation on Yoongi's features hurt Namjoon more than any other thing could have.

"What can I do, Yoongi? Tell me. I'll make it right," he begged.

Yoongi sighed, desperate to keep himself together. "If you and her are going to live in the same house…if you're going to spend the whole summer together, you have to try to be gentler. Please try."

Namjoon reached across the table to lay his hand over Yoongi's where he clutched the kit still.

"I will try. I promise. I'll be more careful," Namjoon assured him. Yoongi merely nodded silently, unsure if that would be enough to settle all your nerves about the pack's largest alpha. As if he could read Yoongi's mind, Jin cleared his throat.

"I think, maybe, Y/N might feel a little more comfortable with us if she could see that you're comfortable with us," he suggested quietly. Yoongi's eyes flickered to the pack alpha's and then back to his hands.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," Jin sighed, "you're still holding us at arms length. I get maybe you still want to punish us for what we've done. I don't want to tell you how to feel or to get over it. But how could she ever trust us if she knows you don't?"

"She'll come to her own conclusions,"Yoongi mumbled.

"So you admit that you still don't trust us? You're still angry with me?" Jin sounded frustrated, but Yoongi could hear that really he was just heartbroken. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, knowing that his distance was hurting Jin. He wasn't really angry anymore. He hadn't found the time or energy to be angry. Any spare thought he had went directly to you. Maybe it was unfair, because he knew clearly in this moment that he still carried plenty of love in his heart for Jin and Namjoon.

"I'm not angry," he answered. "I just don't know what you want me to do. I've stayed. I've brought her here—sometimes against my better judgment—I don't know what I'm meant to do to fix things. They just have to heal in their own time." He shrugged.

"But how can they when this is the longest conversation we've had in weeks?"

"I don't know, Jin. It's just not my priority right now!" Yoongi snapped.

"Okay!" Hoseok interjected, coming closer to the men seated at the table for the first time. He'd been hesitant to interfere in the alphas' problems, but he knew both men well enough to see they were on the verge of saying things they didn't mean and would regret later. As soon as he approached, Jungkook's linen scent fluffed through the room, easing away the alphas' tension. "It's all okay. We don't have to solve it all tonight. It's late, and I think we should all just go to bed. Hm?" Hoseok put his hands on Jin's shoulders and gave a squeeze, satisfied when his shoulders relaxed.

"Yeah, fine," Yoongi answered. He stood quickly, scraping the box along the table before he picked it up and moved toward the stairs. He didn't want more conflict. He wasn't trying to prolong their distance. But it was impossible not to want to keep them away when he wanted so badly to be close to you, and to keep you safe.

Yoongi stopped in the bathroom, relieved to hear the giggles of you, Jimin and Taehyung coming through your door. After tucking the first aid kit back into its spot under the sink, he brushed his teeth. Hoseok met his eyes in the bathroom mirror when he stopped outside your door, but neither said a word before the omega slipped into your room to see for himself that you were unharmed. Yoongi remained quiet when he joined the four of you. Jimin had managed to get you into a pair of pajamas and your hair was an adorable disaster from being rolled around in your nest. You'd settled now between Jimin's legs with your back to his bare chest, your attention on Hoseok until Yoongi walked in, but you only spared him a glance. He wondered if even Jimin could tell how hard you were forcing your smile and your happy scent. Had he noticed that your eyes lacked the shine they usually got when the beta scented you silly?

"Come to bed so these kids can get to sleep," Hoseok said to Taehyung while Yoongi changed into his pajamas.

Taehyung whined softly. He'd only just been invited into your nest, and he wasn't ready to leave it already.

"Go on, Tae. Joon needs to know you're not upset with him," Yoongi encouraged quietly.

"Maybe I am," Taehyung mumbled. Hoseok reached for his hand and took it into his lap.

"You know he can't help himself, Tae. Give him a break, okay?"

The alpha grumbled wordlessly, but you nudged him with your foot.

"Go on, Tae Tae. I will be okay. My alpha is here." Taehyung's low rumble turned into a real growl, but you knew it was playful.

"Two alphas are better than one."

"Three are better than two!" Hoseok added. He stood from the edge of the bed and tugged on the youngest alpha's hand to come along. Tae allowed himself to be dragged off the bed, but pulled back to give you one kiss on the top of your head.

"See you tomorrow, sweet little. Sleep tight," he murmured, and then he was gone.

Closing the door, Yoongi turned off the lights before crawling into bed beside you.

"Goodnight," Jimin said, leaning over you to kiss Yoongi, making sure you got properly squished in the process.

"Goodnight," you whispered with a giggle when you received your own kiss.

You said nothing to Yoongi as the two of you cuddled together. Your head laid on his chest, listening to his slow, steady heartbeat as the house slowly went silent. You laid there, but didn't close your eyes, and Yoongi watched you without saying a word. You let the minutes stretch on until you'd been there for almost half an hour.

"How come you aren't sleeping?" you asked softly.

"You aren't sleeping either," he replied. You shifted slightly without moving away and traced his stomach with your fingertips.

"It's hard for me to sleep without your snoring." You felt his chest rise and fall with a huff and looked up to see his gummy smile for just a moment. Then he looked down at you seriously.

"You don't have to pretend for me. You don't have to pretend for anyone, but especially not me." You shifted again, but this time he could tell you were putting space between you.

"I don't know what you mean."

Yoongi grasped your wrist gently before you could move away from him. There wasn't far to go before you would run into Jimin, but he could only bare for you to move as far as it would take for you to look at him eye to eye. He rolled over and scooched down so his gaze was level to yours.

"You don't need to act as if Namjoon didn't scare you. You're still scared now. I don't think I can convince you that you're safe right now, but you are. I'm right here."

Your chest tightened at his words. You whispered, "I know," but it didn't stop your eyes from watering. Yoongi gathered you close, pressing you into his chest.

"I'm so angry."

"It was an–"

"I'm angry with myself. I shouldn't have brought you here." He felt you try to pull away, ready to argue, but he held you tight. "I should have taken you somewhere else. The three of us could have gotten an apartment. Shouldn't have kept you here with such clumsy, stupid alphas." At this point he sounded as though he was talking to himself, mumbling out the thoughts he'd been repeating in his head for the last hour.

"It's okay, Yoongi. I didn't get hurt," you tried to tell him.

"But you got scared, and that's just as bad in my eyes." You managed to pull away from him enough to look up at his face and touch his cheek. "You're still shaking. Do you think I can't feel that? Jimin and Tae scented you, but you didn't feel safe enough to let yourself get all dopey. Do you even realize? I can't stand this, and I hate that you're pretending just so we don't feel bad."

"Yoongi," you frowned and stroked your thumb over his cheekbone. "I'm not pretending because of that. I'm trying to be brave because I want to stay. Namjoon terrifies me, but I like it here. I like living with Hobi and Tae…and you and Jimin here. I'm still scared, but not enough to leave. So let me pretend, okay?" Yoongi sighed, a sign he wasn't accepting this yet. "I may not feel completely safe, but I feel happy. I'm like a stray dog. I may never feel safe, not completely. I might always be a little jumpy. But that doesn't mean I don't love my new home, or that it's not a good home."

Yoongi laughed almost silently and buried his head in your neck. "Don't call yourself a stray dog."

"That's what I am," you replied, combing your fingers through his hair. "I came up to you with big puppy eyes and asked you to stay."

"That's definitely not how it happened," he mumbled. But when he pulled you closer and inhaled your scent, you couldn't help smiling.

"I won't let anything happen to you," he breathed as he relaxed against the nest at last.

"I know," you replied. "So I think we can sleep now."

"Go ahead. I'll watch over you."

Your last shift ended fairly well. The library staff even brought donuts to wish you well. A couple of them who were betas even confessed that they were glad to hear you had settled in with a pack and would be staying home, because they often worried about you. You waited outside the library at your usual spot, pacing and checking your phone as minutes ticked by and terrible thoughts began to creep in.

What if they got into some kind of accident?

What if they dont want you, after all?

Just as you began to spiral into your worst thoughts, a familiar vehicle pulled up abruptly in front of you. Although you'd never ridden inside of it, you could still recognize Namjoon's blue volvo without looking at him, which you only did for the briefest of glances, just to be sure it was really him.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," he said, sounding out of breath as if he'd run instead of driven here.

I wasn't waiting for you, is what you wanted to say, but you merely stood still and stared at him with eyes as wide as saucers.

"Um," he began awkwardly as he got out of the car without killing the engine and walked toward you until he was only a couple yards away. He scratched nervously behind his ear as he tried to start again. "I know you were expecting Taehyung, but he cut his foot on a piece of glass that wasn't cleaned up from last night, and Hobi took him to the emergency room about twenty minutes ago. Didn't they text you?"

You shook your head, remaining silent.

"Yeah…so I was the only other person home so…here I am." He looked anxiously at the car, like he wished you'd just get in and save him the embarrassment of standing here in front of you. "I promise, I'm a good driver. And we don't have to talk or anything, if you don't want to."

You stared at him for a moment longer before your tongue unglued itself from the roof of your mouth.

"Does Yoongi know about this?"

Namjoons throat felt like sandpaper, and he seemed to shrink an inch. He shook his head. "I tried to call him but he didn't answer. He must be busy."

You hadn't moved an inch since he arrived, and he couldn't help wondering if he was really that terrifying.

"I promise, Y/N, I'm not going to hurt you." The idea that you ever thought he would hurt him in a way he couldn't account for. He knew he wouldn't, but the idea that you couldn't believe that cut him deep. What would he do if you never learned to trust him? If you never let him close to you? It wasn't something he ever gave himself permission to want, so why did not having it wound him so? He shook his head clear of the questions. "You can sit in the back and pretend I'm just the chauffeur."

You lifted your chin in his direction and narrowed your eyes. "I think I'll just take the bus."

Namjoons eyebrows raised. You can't possibly think he's that scary, could you? But instead he used what he knew was the only way to convince you.

"Do you really think Yoongi would approve of that?"

Your jaw tightened. You knew he was right. Looking down at your phone, you hoped for a notification from Yoongi, but there was one from Hoseok instead. You swallowed thickly when you read it.

Sorry, pup! There was an emergency. Namjoon should be there to pick you up. I promise it will be okay.

"How do you know you'll take me home and not somewhere else?" You finally asked. Namjoon's eyes grew wide and he actually took a step back. He rubbed his hand over his hair as he tried to process your question.

"What makes you think I would do something like that? What did Yoongi say to you?" Your brow furrowed at the strange question.

"Yoongi didn't have to say anything for me to know you don't want me around," you answered, an edge of bitterness lacing your words. Namjoon nearly choked.

"Y/n, that isn't true."

"If it isn't then why didn't you ever tell yoongi where I was when you knew I worked here? You and Jin didn't want him to know. You don't want me in your pack. I get it. It's fine. But you should know that Yoongi does want me, and if I don't come home there's no telling what he'll do." You were surprised by the firmness of your own voice as well as how sure you felt of your own words. Yoongi did want you, and you knew that was as fierce an attachment for him as it was for you.

Namjoon took several full breaths before he responded. "Y/N, I promise you, all I'm trying to do right now is take you home. I won't lie to you. I didn't want you to become a part of our pack at first but things have…changed. You're a part of our lives now either way. And I wouldn't risk losing Yoongi over you. I never would. So please. Just come home with me," he begged. While the two of you maintained eye contact—for longer than you had ever done before—he fought the instinct to grab you and put you in the car if you continued to protest, but he knew that would only hurt his cause. Just when he was about to lose this staring contest to you, your phone began to ring with Yoongi's ringtone.

"Hello?" You answered, only dropping your gaze from the alpha in front of you for a moment.

"Princess, are you okay?" He asked, sounding out of breath from the way his heart was pounding.

"I think so," you mumbled.

"I got a message from Joon that he was going to pick you up." You narrowed your eyes on the man in question.

"Yeah, he's here." Yoongi sighed in relief. "What should I do? I can take the bus."

"No, princess. Just go home with him, okay? I promise everything will be fine."

"I'm scared," you said so softly that Namjoon couldn't hear it.

"I know, and I'm sorry, but you don't need to be. You'll be safe with him, and I'll feel better if you go with him than on your own. I've got your location on. If anything happens to you I'll be there as soon as possible. But you're going to be okay. Trust me?" It was that simple, really. If Yoongi was asking you to trust him, then you would. As long as Yoongi promised you'd be safe, you'd make yourself believe him. He wouldn't let you down.

"Fine."

"Good girl. I'll be home in a few hours and I'll give you a reward for being so brave." Your cheeks heated at his words, but you couldn't deny loving it when Yoongi sometimes treated you like a child. No one had ever treated you with such gentle care before, and it felt like real love.

"I'll be waiting." You hung up and looked at Namjoon again. He looked back expectantly. "Yoongi said to go home with you. So I guess that's that."

You walked around the vehicle to sit in the back passenger seat, as far from him as possible. Namjoon didn't say a word as you got inside his car and buckled yourself in. As he pulled away from the library, you kept your eyes out the window even though you could feel his gaze on you through the rear view mirror. He chewed nervously on his lip as he glanced back and forth between the road and the mirror, but he kept silent until he was on the main road between the library and the house.

"We should try to be civil, at least," he said at last, speaking as if you'd been privy to the conversation in his head instead of coming into the middle. You didn't respond, so he went on. "We're going to be home together a lot this summer, and it would be easier on everyone if we tried to ease the tension." He finished softly, perhaps knowing he sounded ridiculous to you.

"I'll do my best to keep out from under foot, if you try not to throw anything at me again."

Namjoon deflated with a sigh. "I swear it was an accident."

"That's why I said try."

"I'm just clumsy. I never meant to hurt you."

"Do you honestly think I haven't heard every excuse in the book?" You rolled your eyes. "It just slipped. You ran into my fist. You really should be more careful where you're going."

"Y/N," Namjoon interrupted, trying hard not to become distressed as he drove, but honestly, your words were tearing him apart. Did you really have no idea the effect you had on him? "I'm sorry. I realize I haven't apologized to you directly for last night. I'm sorry for being so careless. I really will try to be more cautious. But I'm also sorry that other people have given you reasons not to trust them, or alphas, or me." He pulled to a stop at a red light and turned in his seat to look at you. "I get that you have no reason to trust me, and that I have to work for it. That's okay. I don't mind. But can you give me the benefit of the doubt and trust that Yoongi wouldn't have me in his life at all if you couldn't trust me?"

At last, you turned your head to look at him. "Why does everyone always pull the Yoongi card on me?"

"Because it always works," he smirked.

"Fuck," you muttered, because he was right. For whatever reason, you trusted Yoongi implicitly. And Namjoon had a point. Your alpha wouldn't have a dangerous person in his life, let alone trust them to be around you. So you merely nodded to his request, and the man turned forward just in time to see the light turn green before he drove you the rest of the way home.

A/n: I don't feel like this has been my best chapter, but I would love to hear your thoughts on it! Thanks for reading!

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