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No Face | myg (m)

➳ PAIRING: demon!yoongi x reader

➳ GENRE: supernatural!au, smut

➳ WORD COUNT: 11k

➳ WARNINGS: mentions of hoseok in a car accident and in a coma, mentions of jungkook overdosing, blood, choking (not sexual lmao), fingering, dirty talk, wet dreams, voyeurism, masturbation, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, creampie, Yoongi’s dick... has ridges :)

➳ SUMMARY: Desperate to save your comatose brother, you make a deal with an ancient demon who wears the faces of his previous masters. When you refuse to wish for anything else, what does a demon do when he no longer has orders? He learns how to be human.

➳ A/N: this is my @bangtanarmynet partner collab w @softjeon!!! As always lemme know what you think!!! Maybe now y’all can get over hades yoongi lmao

—

The woods this time of night should be petrifying in the harsh dead of winter. Darkness entraps everything in the forest. You've been wandering through the desolate woods for an hour now, trying to find the exact location you were told about. The tree you’re in search of has been rumored to be a site where people's wishes can be granted for a steep price. Only meant for those who are brave enough to sacrifice everything for one wish.

And you are dumb enough to sacrifice everything. 

You have to do this. Even if it means sacrificing your soul, your life, to save someone else's. You have to save your brother, Hoseok, and you’ll do anything—absolutely anything. 

That’s how you stumbled across Jimin, an expert on all things supernatural, in a desperate attempt to find a miracle. 

Of course, you thought the eighty dollar price for Jimin’s absurd secrets meant it was a hoax, especially when he started explaining how this deal you were about to make works. 

“A demon,” the man said cheerfully, plopping down the thick book in front of you. 

“A demon?” you echoed, becoming more and more wary of the man. “Like… Like the devil and stuff?” 

If you weren’t so desperate and had exhausted all your ideas of helping Hoseok, you would have run out once he said demon, calling him crazy. 

Jimin nodded, excitedly flipping open the book for a specific page. “This demon grants wishes. Anything you want, as long as you’re willing to pay the price.” 

That sends chills through you. You look down at the yellowed pages, skimming through the text, none of which you understood because it was all written in a different language. “What kind?”

“Ten years. That’s all it gives you.”

You had a feeling after ten years nothing good would happen. Jimin flips the page and on it is an ink drawing of a haunched creature, grotesque claws, and the face was nothing but a black smudge. 

“After ten years the demon will consume your soul and steal your face to make it its own.”

The whole time you wander through the woods, boots crunching against the thick blanket of snow, pushing aside dead branches. The day has come to rest over the horizon and the moon rose over the valley, you feel like you've ventured even deeper into the void and there's no going back to safety now.

  The deeper you wander into the abyss, the more you feel something eerie watching over you. Its eyes crawl over you, stalking your every movement like it wants to steal you away and trap you in its grasp. It must be the demon watching over you, hoping you must be foolish enough to come looking for it. 

The tree Jimin told you about is supposedly easy to spot. Twisted branches, ancient text carved into the trunk of the tree that was all dead language. The area around it is untouchable not even the freshly falling snow can touch it. The tree is timeless, years will pass and it will remain the same even as generations live and die. 

Your boots sink deep into the snow with each stride you take, pulling you deeper into the forest. 

There is a low hum, a haunting call echoing through the trees and ringing in your ears that guides you towards the edge of a steep ledge. At the bottom, you get a glimpse of the twisted branches, scarred trunk scrawled with carvings, a perfect dark circle around the tree that remains untouched by the snow. 

You carefully move down the slope to the tree, nearly sliding down and falling in the fluffy snow below. Once you step into the circle it’s warm, almost like summer heat. You look back at the blanket of snow, taking off your glove and sticking your hand outside of the circle to feel the cold biting your fingers. The drastic change in temperature is startling. This is definitely the right tree.  

The backpack on your shoulder slides off and you crouch down to retrieve the knife you brought along, carefully tucked away in the pocket of the bag. The intimidating silver blade gleams and reflects beneath the moonlight as you inspect it. 

Should you really be bringing a deadly weapon to meet a demon? 

It doesn’t seem like the brightest idea, but then again none of this is a good idea. You’ve gotten this far, so desperate to save Hoseok you don’t even care right now if the demon will take your life in the end. 

"Here goes nothing," you say, taking a deep breath in before running the blade across your palm. The burn of your open wound is temporary, stinging at your flesh is cut open and blood flows freely and meets to open air. Red blood pools in your palm, your other hand wiping away tears that have sprung in your eyes. "Fuck this. Fuck all this shit."

The tree seems to glow, sensing the new sacrifice about to come. You hesitantly lift your bloodied palm, blood freely flowing down your wrists and dripping off your elbow, tainting the dirt ground below.

There's no going back if you choose to press your hand against this tree and tie the demon trapped in it to you, but you won't let that fear hold you back from saving your brother. 

You press your hand against the trunk, wincing when the rough wood touches your open wound. Blood drips down the wood, sinking into the slits and crevices. Your hand tingles with warmth and you no longer feel the pain in your palm. When blinding light emits from the tree, it forces you to clench your eyelids shut and turn away.

Soon the light fades and you're left in the chilling darkness, but not alone. The hairs on your arm begin to stand as a warning. You're afraid to open your eyes and be met with whatever creature you've just summoned.

"Why so afraid, master?" The voice, not a singular voice, more like multiple distorted voices speaking at once, calls out to you. "You're trembling. Is it because of the cold or are you just afraid of me?"

You bring your hand back from the tree, still refusing to open your eyes. "The cold."

"Liar," the creature says, monotone voice lowering to your ears. "You're a liar."

"No," your voice betrays you by cracking and you wince, afraid that its volatile personality will snap at you.  

"Then look at me, master.”

The oil lamp flickers in its glass case creating an ominous atmosphere surrounding you. You force yourself to peek one eye open, seeing the tree bark stained red with your blood. Slowly, you turn your head, met with the horrifying creature. The face you're met with is no face at all. Just a black abyss looking back at you. It takes everything to hold your tongue and not scream out.

"Are you afraid?" It asks again.

"No." The wavering in your voice remains the same and the no faced creature scoffs.

"You’re a liar, but then again, they all are."

You cross your arm, refusing to let the creature control your feelings. "Maybe I am a liar, b-but you’re supposed to answer to me.”

The creature stands taller, mimicking your crossed arms. "You're right, master. So what is it you want?"

You wet your lips, "I need you to save my brother."

"Save?" It sneers. “I’ve never had to save anyone.” 

You find the strength to explain, “M-My brother, Hoseok, he was in a car accident. The doctors said he might not…”  

You didn’t need to hear the dreadful news from the doctors when you went to first visit Hoseok. You could see him through the glass window at the hospital hooked up to wires and tubes and it was clear to you that he was on the brink of death. He looked so lifeless. You could hardly stand the sight of your brother that way. You were too afraid to go into his room—afraid you’d feel death lingering by his side waiting to take him away from you forever.

The demon inches closer, curious now. 

You resist shutting your eyes to block out its dark ghostly face. You’ll never be able to stand in the dark without imagining it lingering in the corner, watching and waiting to drag you into the darkness with it.

“Fine,” the demon sighs, lifting its hand. A hand that looks so real, not the grotesque claws you saw in Jimin’s book, if you hadn’t seen its face you would have believed it was human.

You flinch in fear it will grab you, steal your face early, or rip you to shreds. Instead, it snaps its fingers. You don’t feel muscles being pulled to shreds, your insides boiling, or anything physically painful happening to you. 

“He’ll wake soon,” it says, dismissively shrugging its shoulders. “So, when are we going to have real fun, master? What do you really want? Money? Power? Name it. I’m dying to know.”

“I don’t want anything else,” you say resolutely. 

“Nothing?” it says, despite the distorted voice, you can tell it’s shocked. “You’re a liar. There has to be something. All you humans are greedy, pathetic creatures.”

“I won’t make any more wishes.” 

It shakes its head, moving to the edge of the ring. It looks down, although you can’t see its face when it sticks out its hand to feel the snow for the first time in years you sense that it is remembering what it feels like to be free of its cage.��

“Let’s go.” 

It steps out of the circle and into the fresh snow, looking as its feet sink in. You trail after it, as it glides through the snow with ease while you’re lagging behind, trudging through the deep snow. You feel out of breath trying to keep up with its fast pace, nearly falling over a few times. 

“C-Can you slow down a little?” You call out. 

It turns its head, unsettling inky darkness looking back at you, teasingly saying, “if you can’t keep up why don’t you wish for better speed?”

You grimace and don’t reply. Luckily, it stops walking to let you catch up to it. You try and run through the snow to get to it faster because the feeling of that darkness staring at you is frightening. Running blindly through, your foot snags on a branch buried beneath the white blanket and you nose dive right into the freezing banks.  

The creature laughs. Its laughter hauntingly echoing through the woods with its distorted voice. 

“Poor human,” it mocks.

You look up from the snow, your entire face numb from the cold. You’re beginning to hate this demon. 

You pick yourself up with no help from it, wiping off the snow and marching on as if nothing happened, quietly simmering behind the sauntering demon. You walk behind it once again, staring curiously at the back of its ‘head’. It’s not really a head, just darkness shaped like a human head. 

"Is that your… normal face?" You pipe up. 

"Yes. Does this face frighten you, master?” The demon stops, turning around to face you. “Would you like a new one? I have taken many over the years, and soon yours will be added to my ever-growing collection."

The thought of this demon taking your face and using it to cause harm is unsettling. 

"Maybe you'd prefer a sweet innocent face," the demon says. His face begins to smoke and a real human face appears in a matter of seconds. The doe-like features of the young man would almost make you think this demon was an innocent human. "You might recognize this face.”

You’re surprised to see a familiar face. One that was plastered over billboards and television screens daily, a world-famous star that died suddenly. 

“J-Jungkook?” 

A roguish grin appears on the star’s face—one you never thought you’d see up close. 

Jeon Jungkook was a household name, a boy that seemed to come out of nowhere and shook the world with his talents. You were a fan at the start of his career when he was just a humble musician that rose to stardom through the Internet. 

“Ding ding ding,” he laughs, an all too familiar laugh you heard through the television during interviews countless times. “Bet you never thought you’d see this cute face again.” 

“B-But you… you’re not him, right?” 

It’s impossible. He died nearly three years ago due to an overdose, at least that’s what the media said. 

“Yes, I’m not the golden boy you knew. He’s long gone.” 

So the demon is just wearing Jungkook’s face. 

“He made a deal too?” You couldn’t understand why he would want to make a deal with a demon. He had everything—the talent, personality, looks. It was hard not to love Jungkook. 

“Do you think that video of him singing would have gotten recognition without my help? He wanted to be a famous singer so I gave him everything he desired. He was humble like you at first, then he began wishing for drugs, alcohol, and lovers. By the time I took his soul, it was like there was nothing left of it. He was too consumed by his own greed and became an empty shell.”

 You know Jungkook’s story, the downfall of one of your favorite singers, publicized by the media. Not a day went by without hearing about Jungkook caught up in some drug scandal. You had no idea it was all because he wished for it. 

Near the end of his life, you could tell how tired Jungkook was through the screen, he was no longer the energetic, lively kid you saw on talk shows. The dark circles under his eyes and bar fight bruises couldn’t be concealed with all the makeup in the world. 

It broke your heart to see him that way. All because he couldn’t stop wishing for more. The circumstances of his death become clearer to you now. It wasn’t an overdose, he made a deal with a demon and paid the price. 

What if that happens to you? What if you become too greedy? The thought of being consumed by selfish desires scares you. Who would you be in ten years if you were to continue making wishes? Just an empty shell like Jungkook, making wishes to fill the unfillable hole in your chest. 

“I wonder what sins will eat you alive, master."

You shake your head, “No! No, I won’t be like that. I don’t want to.” 

The demon scoffs, rolling his eyes as if to say ‘sure’. 

“I guess, his face won’t do out there anyway. Too recognizable, I don’t want to cause a frenzy. Think of the headlines: Jeon Jungkook risen from the dead?” He laughs again. 

It’s unsettling to see Jungkook’s face, knowing how tragic the end of his life must have been. Now he’s being used as a puppet by a demon who’s laughing as if his death was something to joke about. 

What you’re really looking at is a mirror. This will be you in ten years time. The demon will take your soul, your face and parade around, wreaking havoc. A chill runs through you. 

“Let’s try Yoongi’s face, shall we? I haven’t worn him in centuries.”

Soon the beloved singer, Jeon Jungkook, molds into a stranger. You watch in amazement as his features morph easily. Even his hair shifts colors, dark brown roots bleeding into bleach blonde hair. 

“How about this one?” His voice is different—lower, much more mature. But whoever’s face he takes on doesn’t change what he is. He is still a demon. You can’t forget that no matter what face he wears. 

“He’s fine,” you dismiss. You just want to get out of the forest and back to someplace warm. The cold is beginning to numb your fingers and bite at your cheeks. 

“Yoongi it is.” 

—

Your eyes dart nervously around the bar. It's not so busy tonight, unusual for this bar, but you're glad there are no roaring voices. This chance gives you time to think about what you've done.

Before you even got out of the woods, you received a phone call from your parents, tearful voices exclaiming that your brother woke up from his coma. Yoongi really had given your brother a second chance. But as soon as your joy had worn off, the realization came crashing down around you. 

Sitting here, staring into a shot glass, you dare to glance over at the lounging demon haunched over the bar with his own drink. You're not sure what he ordered, your thoughts a bit clouded at the moment, but his glass is tall and filled with a clear teal liquid and topped with a maraschino cherry.

His finger drags up and down the stem of the glass, a bored sigh escaping his mouth. You eyes move from his hand and hesitantly drag up to his face. You nearly jump out of your chair, hairs standing up on the back of your neck when you realize he has been staring at you the whole time. 

His eyes are brown, nothing like the vermillion red color they frequently flash whenever he feels up to no good. 

"So," he drawls, picking up his martini glass, having a small sip. "What's on your mind?"

There are many racing thoughts going around your head right now. You've just signed the rest of your life away to a demon, saved your brother, and are currently sitting and having a drink with the demon that's going to end your life in ten years.

"Nothing," you lie, turning your head back to your drink.

"You really like to lie to me, don't you?"

You don't reply, glancing to the side and catching the eye of the bartender staring at you. He looks away, flustered that you caught him staring, continuing to wipe down the counter.

You, in a sort of dizzying state from alcohol, are keenly aware of how cute the bartender is. Your eyes trail down the name tag on his shirt. Taehyung, it says. 

Eventually, Taehyung reaches your side and casually wipes down the area next to you.

"How's it goin' over here?" He asks.

"Good," Yoongi answers gruffly before you have the chance to open your mouth to answer.

You attempt to laugh Yoongi's curtness off, "Oh, yeah, everything is great."

"Well, you look lost in tonight, just wanted to see how you were doing."

"I'm just feeling a little conflicted."

From the corner of your eye, Yoongi looks betrayed that you chose to confide in the bartender instead of him even though he asked you the same question just two minutes ago. In your defense, you'd rather speak to the cute bartender than the demon who eats souls and steals faces. What kind of advice could a demon offer you?

"Feel like talking?" Taehyung asks, throwing the rag over his shoulder and leaning against the bar. 

"Hey, cutie," a drunken slur comes from behind you and takes a seat to your right.

You involuntarily lean closer to Yoongi to get away from the stranger's alcoholic breath, grimacing when he smiles and winks in a sad attempt to flirt.

"Hi," you politely respond, turning your head to look back at Yoongi's now empty martini glass, the stem of his maraschino cherry sitting on the counter. You try not to give the stranger the opportunity to talk any further with you, but he's persistent.

“How you doin’ tonight?” he slurs. 

“Great.” You offer him a close-lipped smile and that’s all he gets out of you.

You do your best to ignore the stranger continuously pestering your right ear, turning to occupy yourself with the Taehyung and Yoongi. Now, you'd rather talk to the demon on your shoulder than some creep at the bar.

It’s clear the stranger doesn’t appreciate you ignoring him. 

“Hey,” the man barks, reaching over to grab your arm. You flinch away, consequently pressing yourself against Yoongi who instinctively wraps an arm around you. 

"She said she's not interested," Yoongi interjects, holding you closely. He's more annoyed than he was with the bartender and the energy radiating off of him is burning. If he wanted to he could decimate the man with a snap of his fingers, but he doesn't. He doesn't even let his gaze waver as he stares down the drunk.

"What you gonna about it?" the man challenges

"Look, buddy," Taehyung says, "How 'bout one more drink on the house and then I call you a cab."

The man mumbles a disgruntled 'fine' and Taehyung pours him another drink. He slides off the barstool with his complimentary drink and stumbles over to another undeserving girl minding her business.

You let out a relieved sigh, "God, I wish guys like that would just drop dead. They’re so annoying."

"Interesting." Yoongi smiles and you blanch, sensing exactly what he’s about to do. He brings his hand up and snaps his fingers.

Easily, the man that you had just been talking to crumbles over, groaning in pain, eyes clenched shut. The agony on his face terrifies you. You wished for him to die and now Yoongi is granting that wish. You're the one who's killing the man. 

You shouldn’t have let your words slip out so easily. You didn’t mean it literally. A note of carefully phrasing your words better is placed in the back of your mind. 

Taehyung immediately runs around the counter, calling out for someone to call the police as he goes to aid the man. 

You grab onto Yoongi's shoulder, shaking him and try to plead with him silently. "I didn't actually want him to die! Don't kill him, Yoongi!"

"This is what you wished for though," he says calmly, watching in amusement as the man suffocates on his own tongue. "I'm only granting your wish."

"I take it back! I wish he wouldn’t die!"

Yoongi rolls his eyes and already the man is taking his last breath, face turning a light shade of blue from lack of oxygen. You cling onto the smallest shred of hope that Yoongi will spare the man's life. You wished for him to live so he should obey, right?

"But I didn't really like him that much either," Yoong shrugs, "maybe I want him to die."

"You can't do that," you nearly shriek, "Y-You're supposed to do what I tell you!"

Yoongi sighs, eyes rolling over to the gasping man. “I hate when they say that,” he mumbles, but you can hardly hear it over the choking and patrons screaming for help. 

It takes a full second before he snaps his fingers again and the man takes a deep breath, the air finally returning to his lungs and color bringing his face back to life.

Your shoulders slump, face clasped in the palm of your hand. Your hands tremble against your cheek, despite relief flooding your system, you know the man's fate could have turned out worse.

"You seem to care a lot about whether or not a scumbag like him gets to live to harass another girl."

"It's not like that," you whisper, "I-I can't kill someone."

Your thoughts are conflicted. Maybe Yoongi is right. Maybe the man will go on to hurt someone in the future and this is your chance to stop it from happening. But you can't kill someone because they might be guilty. You can't know if this man would go on to do despicable things or if he was just some old drunk in a bar. You don't want to play God and decide who lives and who dies. You shouldn't get to choose. This power that Yoongi gives you is too much.

“Let’s kill him, master, make him suffer."

"No." You won't take a life. You already told yourself won't make another wish ever again. 

Yoongi frowns, disappointed in your choice. “I was so sure you’d ask me to kill him.”

You slide off the stool and grab your bag to fish out money. "Well, I won’t be like all your other masters. We're leaving."

—

You both arrive at your apartment near eleven while the moon is slowly falling towards the horizon. It was a quiet ride on the bus. You tried your best to sit as close to the window as possible while Yoongi lounged lazily in the orange plastic seat, a content grin on his face.

He quietly commented on the city as it passed by in a blur, the subtle scent of musk, and how he preferred this mode of transportation over teleporting. He spoke as if the mundane parts of life were a luxury to him. 

You didn't speak once, letting him ramble to himself while you were lost in thought. You didn’t seem to care much about how much the demon seemed to be enjoying the peace.

When you reach your house, you head straight towards the couch. 

"You're too quiet, master," Yoongi notes, looking around your apartment and comparing it to his previous masters'. He must have seen much more lavish looking ones than the humble one-bedroom apartment you own.

"I don't feel like talking," you mumble, moving to throw yourself onto the couch. You grab a decorative pillow and bury your face in it to muffle a sigh. The familiar smell of fresh cotton eases your nerves until Yoongi falls down next to you. Too closely for your liking.

You remove your head from the pillow, surprised by how bleary your vision is from the tears building up. 

"I think your face will be a wonderful addition to my collection."

You gulp, shifting away from the demon lounging too close for comfort. You're glad he is wearing a face and it's not just a black abyss you were first met with. Somehow the handsome face he is currently wearing lessens your fear, but it brings you anything but comfort.

Yoongi slouches into your couch. "I haven't been able to relax like this in centuries. My previous masters always had orders, something they wanted and couldn't wait for. I was a dog at their beck and call."

You shy away from the arm that slings itself over the couch, holding your breath as his fingers loop through your hair to entertain themselves with the loose strands. 

"I’m sure you had to grant bad wishes but I don't want anything else from you. So, you can relax as much as you want.”

"Oh, you will want something. I guarantee it," he says confidently, "maybe not today or the next five years, but eventually, you'll give in."

The plan was to get help for Hoseok, that's it and you got your wish. No way you're going to let yourself be tempted to ask for more. 

But maybe one thing won’t hurt. Paying off Hoseok’s hospital bills would be a big help. Maybe even paying off your college debt. It doesn’t sound too bad… 

No! That can’t happen. The more money you ask for the more you won’t be able to resist begging for more. 

You push yourself off the couch and away from Yoongi. It feels as if the more you're around him, the more you feel the desire to succumb to those deep desires.

“I said no!” you yell, unaware of the demon’s rising temper. 

Yoongi’s hand darts out to grab your wrists, pulling you back down eye level to him, eyes turning the deep shade of red. You twist your arm, but he refuses to let you go. His anger radiates through the air, you can feel yourself begin to sweat. 

“Stop denying what you want, you foolish little girl,” he snaps, “just make a wish, go ahead, ruin your life! Just like they all did before! You’re already going to hell, make the most of your dwindling years.”

You don’t want to stand here and listen to him remind you of how long until you’re going to die. Instead of fighting, fearful he might lash out further, you speak curtly, "I want to go to bed." 

He releases you and you nod goodbye, skirting off to bed, worrying that the demon will follow.

Lucky for you, he doesn't move an inch from the couch, remaining there for the rest of the night even as you toss and turn in bed, whimpering from the nightmares plaguing your dreams of a faceless demon.

––

When the sun rises promptly over the horizon the next day, it's Yoongi who hovers over you silently waiting for your eyes to open.

"Good morning," the demon coos, surprisingly softly as if he were trying to wake a child from a nap.

"M-Morning."

"Any wishes today?" His lips curl into a devious smile, taking any softness he held away. His finger runs down your chin and traces your collarbone, touching your skin gently. 

"N-No," you answer, hoping this question doesn't become a daily occurrence. You swat away his hand, getting off the bed.

He moves away from the edge of the bed, letting you get up and start your morning routine while maintaining a safe distance. He quietly stands in the background while you brush your teeth and wash your face, but doesn't leave the room when you change. You settle for making him turn around while you strip into work clothes.

"I can snap my fingers and make you rich. You’ll never have to lift a finger ever again. Don’t you want me to help you? Isn’t that why you sold yourself to me?" he says, eyeing a spoonful of golden cereal flakes. 

He asked if he could have some of your breakfast so you poured him a bowl of cereal. You're not even sure he needs to eat it. He's more curious if anything.

"I-I didn’t sell myself to you!” 

He makes it sound so scandalous. 

Yoongi smirks but doesn’t say anything else. 

“I don't want anything else," you groan. "What do you want me to say? After you nearly killed a guy yesterday, there's no way I'm going to make another wish. Like you said most of your masters were awful people who became greedy and selfish and I-I don't want to become that."

You stir your milk around, watching as the leftover, soggy flakes of cereal swirl around the ceramic bowl. You promised yourself you'd never make another wish, no matter how badly you want to. If you ever became as sick and twisted as Yoongi's former masters, you'd end your contract early and have him kill you.

You look up at Yoongi who has been quiet for a while now, odd for him to sit and not taunt you about something. Staring at his face, you wonder about the person he’s wearing. Yoongi isn’t the demon’s real name, just the name of the person whose face he’s wearing. You wonder if Yoongi, the human, felt pain when he died. 

“How will you do it?”

“Hm?” 

You swallow, letting your spoon go and watching it sink into the milk. “In ten years, when you have to… take my soul, will it hurt?”

Yoongi blinks, cocking his head a subtle amused grin on his face. “I don’t know. They never scream if that makes you feel better.”

It doesn’t. 

“So, you’ll wear around my face after that?” 

"I will,” he says. The reply is short and you’re not sure you want to hear more about what he’s going to do once he has your face. And after that, he adds, “this cereal is really good.”

Blinking, you gape at him, not expecting that. "Uh, yeah, d-do you want some more?"

"Mhm."

Yoongi follows you to work—in fact, he follows you everywhere. He never leaves your side, always glued to you and making comments about your mundane life and how he can make it more exciting if you just make a wish.

“Why do you never leave me alone?” You ask, finally fed up with the sound of his footsteps pattering behind you incessantly. You feel like he’s doting on you. Without any orders or wishes to grant, he has nothing to do. He can’t entertain himself by wreaking havoc because you won’t allow it. 

Yoongi sips on his fruity beverage, blinking at you tiredly. He waits a beat to answer, “I have to protect you until the day you die. Your soul is mine to have and no one else’s.”

His words are heavy on your shoulders. It doesn't make you feel better. You'll never get away from him, huh? You'll always be reminded of the clock counting down on your life. 

Yoongi moves past you as if the brief conversation was nothing to him. 

“Come on let’s go visit your brother. I’m dying to meet him.”

—

"H-Hi, Hoseok," your voice barely comes out as a whisper, afraid you might break down and cry if you speak any louder.

"Hey! You finally came!" Hoseok smiles brightly, opening his arms wide to gesture you in for a hug. He’s sat up in his hospital bed, light blue gown on and disheveled orange hair. You're startled for a moment. The last time you saw your brother he had a tube stuffed down his throat and IVs running through his arm that all connected to beeping machines.

Pale and cold, that's how you remembered him and how you would have remembered him if you had let him die. He was on the brink of death, but you brought him back. Now he's returned to the brightest ray of sunshine you always knew. The hand you touch is warm, full of life, just like his smile. 

The cost of what you did for him will always be there, lingering in the back of your head. But you'd save Hoseok again in a heartbeat no matter the cost. There is no price high enough that would make you give up your brother. 

"You weren't here when I woke up and you barely answered up my calls and texts," he pouts and another pang of guilt hits you. He must think you were neglecting him. "I think you owe me an explanation. And..." He pauses, eyes darting over to Yoongi lingering near the sliding door. "Who's the guy?"

Hoseok is asking too many questions and he always has a way to get you to spill your guts. If he finds out you made a deal with a demon, he'd try everything to reverse it. You're not sure how he could, but you don't want to risk it. 

"Just… just," you struggle to find an explanation for Yoongi. 

"Her boyfriend,” Yoongi speaks from his place near the door. 

You can’t believe the words that just came out of Yoongi’s mouth. Where the hell did that come from? You certainly didn’t prompt him to say that.

Hoseok’s brows raise, his lips form an ‘o’ shape. He looks between you and Yoongi. “I missed a lot, didn’t I?” 

“Yeah you did, but I’m here to see you! I wanna know how you’re doing!” You try and divert the conversation away from Yoongi. If he starts asking how you met him, you’re going to let something slip. 

You pinch his cheeks, laughing as he swats you away. 

“Come on,” Hoseok chuckles, “you don’t visit me for almost two weeks and then turn up with a boyfriend out of the blue. I gotta know what my little sister has been up to.”

“Forget him, Hobi, seriously,” you groan, stepping into his view of Yoongi. You wish that the demon listened to you when you asked him to wait in the cafeteria or the hallway, but he always insists on staying close to you. 

It’s like he watches every detail of your life closely, mimicking the way you speak to others, do things like ordering food or going about your day. You assume he’s trying to learn about life.

“Can I at least say hello?”

You begrudgingly take a step aside and gesture Yoongi to come in. The demon crosses over the threshold with a wry smile. 

“Hi, I’m Hoseok,” your brother greets your ‘boyfriend’, extending his arm out for a handshake. 

“Yoongi,” the demon says, “I’m glad to see you getting better. It’s like a miracle.”

You laugh awkwardly, ignoring Yoongi’s last comment. 

“I know, I’m so thankful to be alive right now. And glad ___ is finally here to keep me company.”

“You’re lucky to have such a dedicated sister, Hoseok. I hope you never forget that.” 

Yoongi sounds far away, raw and more… human that you’ve ever heard him. The longing in his eyes, now disguised as a warm brown, burns dimly, but it’s there. 

You wonder what the demon with no face yearns for. 

—

You came to the conclusion that if you only have ten years to live your life, you were going to live it to the fullest. You try and go places you’ve always loved and end up taking Yoongi places he's never been, and for an immortal being that has existed for centuries, there are a lot of places he's never been. 

You first start with the amusement park where he discovers cotton candy for the first time. His sweet tooth is automatically attracted to the sugar coating his tongue and he continues to buy more and more. You can't help but smile at the joy in his eyes when he receives his fifth bag of cotton candy and he can't help but smile back.

And when he takes your hand to pull you towards the ferris wheel, your heart beats a little faster. 

Even on casual days when you stroll down the street with Yoongi while he follows you to the grocery store and ask him if there’s anything he wants which causes him to stall. You were the only one of his masters that had ever really cared about him and it gave him a weird feeling in his gut. He can’t remember a time a human bothered to ask him what he wanted.

He was only meant to serve, nothing else. He helped others indulge in their selfish desires, but what about him? Here he is, given the chance to be free, to do what he wants without human orders controlling his every move. And he finds that all he wants to do with this freedom is spend it with you. 

On a separate occasion, you have a day off and choose to stay up till midnight watching Titanic with him. When Yoongi sees you crying over the human sacrificing himself to save his lover, he feels an ache in his chest and wonders why you would willingly watch a movie that makes you cry.

He just doesn’t understand it. You tell him that it’s because it feels good to cry sometimes, that it’s cathartic. He can’t say that he’s had much experience with human emotions, but he knows that he doesn’t enjoy seeing you cry. It makes his chest tighten when he sees the way tears streak down your face and the way your nose reddens when Jack sinks to the bottom of a freezing ocean, leaving his lover behind.

Sacrificing yourself for someone you love to live. 

Where has he heard that story before? 

It doesn’t take long until he looks back at you to realize. You sacrificed yourself to save Hoseok and he was just the iceberg that ruined everything.

“Stop staring,” you chuckle, wiping away the falling tears. You can’t help, but cry every time you watch this movie and Yoongi being here to judge you doesn’t make you feel any better.

You hold your breath when his hand reaches out to brush a tear away. His hand cools off your heated skin as he tenderly caresses your cheek. 

“I’ll always be a monster, won’t I?” he mutters under his breath, a sigh following after. "I'll never really be like you—no matter how many faces I take, no matter how many souls I consume."

It never occurred to you that the demon with no face longed to be human so badly.

"Yoongi..."

"I accepted it a long time ago," he brushes it off. 

Yoongi knows he shouldn't, but he moves closer, pulling you into his chest. He wants something—someone—to hold. He desperately wants to be human and feel normal—to allow this pain in his chest to be normal. 

Your heart hammers in your ears. Normally you’d pull away from his touch, but now it only brings you comfort. You stay like that through the end of the movie where Jack and Rose reunite once again in the afterlife. If there is an afterlife, would you ever be able to meet Yoongi there?  

He rests his chin atop your head, sighing, "yeah… I've accepted it."

Somehow you doubt that.

—

You visited Hoseok once again where he continued to grill you about your mysterious boyfriend. You never let anything slip, letting Yoongi take the lead on explaining how you two met and fell in love. The tale he weaves together is surprisingly romantic and you wonder if he’s been watching romcoms without you to better understand humans. 

The air once you step out of the hospital is a refreshing break from the strong sanitary odor of medical supplies and the lingering chill of death on your spine. 

You said goodbye to Hoseok, making a promise to visit him again soon. After tonight’s visit, you feel… good. 

“You seem happier,” Yoongi notes.

“You know what? I am.”

“You should,” he says, pulling his hoodie over his bleach blonde hair.

“This is all I could ever wish for. Hoseok’s happy and healthy thanks to you.” You pause, letting Yoongi take a couple of steps further before he realizes you aren’t next to him. “You know… I never really thanked you for saving him.”

His brows raise, furrowing when he realizes what you’re saying and how genuine you sound. 

“Thank you?” He repeats as if he’s never heard the words or spoken them. “No human has ever thanked me before.”

You’re not surprised to hear it. You’re not sure what crazy person would ever thank a demon. But you can’t help but feel thankful for him. He brought your brother back to you, and no matter what price you’ll have to pay in the end, you’re glad to have him. 

“Then I’ll be the first.” 

“That makes me feel…” he looks to you expectantly, silently asking you to fill in his blank. 

“Good?” You try. 

He mulls the word over in his head as if trying to remember what it means and what it would feel like. Then he smiles, “yes, that’s the word.” 

“All I’ve ever done is cause pain and suffering. I’ve always expected my masters to ask for selfish things, but these past few weeks I’ve learned what it’s like to be human. To not have orders.”

Yoongi looks up at the stars, shining in the darkness. He’s looked up at this unchanging sky so many times throughout his existence. It stays the same just like him. 

“I like this freedom. I like what you’ve given me. Thank you,” he smiles at the stars. “Thank you, ___.” 

—

“Goodnight, Yoongi,” you say, retreating into your room, waving at him awkwardly as he settles down on his usual spot on the couch. You don’t know why you feel so different. He thanked you tonight. Something he’s never done before, you never thought he would. You had no idea he felt that way. You were both thankful for one another which sounds impossible, but it’s true. 

“Goodnight, ___, sweet dreams,” Yoongi replies, falling onto the couch with a content sigh.

You disappear into your room and settle into bed. 

That night instead of the usual nightmares about a faceless demon ripping your soul away, you find yourself lost in sanguine eyes, rich as wine and a raspy melodious voice echoing your name and writes fire across your skin.

The heat in your core ignites at his slightest touch over your bare chest. You have no idea how you got undressed or why you felt so breathless in this darkened bedroom. A face comes out of the shadows, the features you know all too well. 

“Yoongi,” you say, but it comes out as a whine, so desperate and wanton it hardly sounds like you. 

You say his name again, but it’s muffled by his lips, soft and gentle. It’s not what you’d expect, but you don’t fight it. You simply melt under his touch and his hands do the talking. 

His fingers brush the underside of your breasts, admiring the shape before fondling one, fingertips coming to pinch your hardened bud, rolling the tip between the rough pads of his fingers. You bite your lower lip, taking his hand in yours, pausing his motions. You slowly begin to lower his hand, allowing it to press against your navel, hoping he’ll understand what you want. 

It’s so hot, your body is on fire, scorching as he touches your skin and ignites it even more. You just yearn for him—his touch, his body. It’s like an addiction and you have to have him now. 

“I’m here to serve you, master, to please you in anyway I can. What would you like me to do?” 

He speaks, but his mouth doesn’t move. Your pleasure is too heightened to care. You want him, you want every sinful part of him that he can give you. 

“I want it all. I want you. Please, Yoongi,” you beg, looking into his deep red eyes glowing with ardor. 

“Anything for you.”

Yoongi uses both hands to part your legs, spreading you open for his eyes to feast upon, a hungry predator starving for a taste. His finger runs up and down your folds first, gathering up your wetness, teasing a finger past your lips. 

“Yoongi,” you whine, grasping his hand and guiding him deeper between your folds. He allows you to use his hand to get yourself off without resistance. Your hand pulls his fingers into your clenching walls. 

The intrusion feels like three fingers instead of one, you aren’t complaining, it stretches you so good and fills you up nicely. “Mhm, Yoongi,” you moan, releasing your grip to let him continue pleasuring you on his own. Your hand moves above your head where you clench the sheets beneath it, almost writhing. 

Yoongi remains eerily quiet while your moans fill the room, crescendos of your helpless cries echo in the dark. He continues to assault your pulsing cunt, drilling his fingers deeper with each rough thrust. Every motion has you hurling towards a quick end.

Your breathless voice rasps his name, nothing else on your mind but him and his fingers. You shut your eyes, focusing on the feeling. Your back arches, hips grinding against his fingers. 

“Wake up.” The voice sounds like Yoongi. What is he saying?

Your brows furrow, but your eyes don’t open, ignoring the voice to focus once again on your pleasure. 

“Master,” his voice teases, “you must be having a pleasant dream.” 

Dream? 

Suddenly the hands on your core fade into nothing and you’re left empty, just on the edge of orgasming. When you open your eyes again, you’re in the dimly lit bedroom, sanguine eyes hovering above you. The sheets damp with your sweat. You can feel the heat and slick between your legs that pooled from your dream and an ache in your core that was never relieved. 

Oh god, that dream. 

Yoongi blinks, red eyes flashing at you and reminding you of whose fingers made you so wet while asleep. 

“You were moaning,” Yoongi states.

Your cheeks burn from embarrassment. You bring the blanket higher to cover half your face. You’re praying you hadn’t let his name slip out in your dream state. 

“Care to tell me what your dream was about?” 

You lick your chapped lips, finding the courage to speak, “I-It was you.”

Perhaps you’re still feeling the effects of your dream, that desire manifesting itself right now, hoping that the true version of Yoongi could finish what dream him had started. 

Yoongi cocks a brow, taking a seat on the side of your bed. As it begins to dip under his weight, you shift and sit up, ignoring how your shirt dips too low over your chest. 

“Explain.”

His hardening gaze makes it difficult for you to think about anything but the way he looked at you in your dream, ready to devour you. A rush of arousal goes straight to your core and you cross your legs. 

“Y-You were in it and you were t-touching me.”

“Touching?” He echoes, his eyes drift from your face down to your low neckline. “Touching you how?”

You really don’t want to explain it in detail. Doesn’t he get it already? Does he really not understand or does he want you to say it out loud? 

“Well,” you wet your lips, “I was naked and you were above me.”

“Oh.” Is all he says. It doesn’t sound disappointed nor disgusted, that’s good at least. He nods his head as a sign for you to continue. 

“A-And then your fingers… your fingers…they…” You clam up, suddenly recalling how deep and real they felt inside you, filling up your walls and making you scream. 

Your eyes cast down, unable to look at him anymore, but that’s a mistake. His hands rest against the bed, propping himself up. The blue veins that run across his hands and slither up his arms, catch your eye. That hand, those fingers—your legs clench beneath your blanket. 

“I should stay with you tonight,” his voice raspier than before. You’re not sure if it’s what you said that brought this on. All kinds of elicit thoughts run through your mind. In the same bed, beneath the same sheets, those veiny hands roaming your body once again. You’re dying to know what it feels like for real. 

“It could be an incubus plaguing your dreams.”

And suddenly the fantasy is cut short.

“Incubus?” You've never heard of one. 

“A sex demon that preys on women while they sleep.”

Well, that would explain the dream, but why would it appear as Yoongi? Did you really want Yoongi so badly a demon had to take the form of him to trick you? 

“O-Oh, you really want to stay with me?” 

“I won’t let anyone else have you, especially not another demon.”

With that, you allow Yoongi to stay with you for the rest of the night. The throbbing and want in your core never subsiding. He lays down next to you and suddenly you feel shy, scooting to the very edge of the bed until you’re threatening to tip off.  

You know he doesn’t need to sleep, so you’re wondering if he will just lie there the whole night listening to the sounds of your steady breathing, or possibly more moaning if the dream returns. 

“Did you enjoy it?”

Your entire body tenses, “y-yes.”

You don’t dare to turn over. 

“Did you cum?”  

“No.”

The bed shifts, his body moves to press against yours, molding together, fitting like a puzzle piece. His warmth envelops you, calming your erratic nerves. 

What is he doing? 

“Would you like to?” 

Yoongi’s fingers sneak around your abdomen, trailing down slowly to cup your heat. His middle finger brushes against your clit beneath thin shorts and underwear. You chew on your lower lip, fighting back the urge to rub your legs together and whimper.

“I liked hearing you moan. I almost didn’t want to wake you. But now I wonder, what do you sound like when you cum?”

He brings his lips to the shell of your ear, hot puffs of air emphasizes every word he lowly whispers. 

“Will you let me hear those sweet little whimpers again? I’ll fuck you good, sweetheart, I promise.”

“O-Okay.”

He takes his hands away to allow you to willingly roll onto your back. You watch as he moves to hover over you, his knees on either side of your thighs, his finger intertwined with a strand of your hair. 

“Don’t be nervous, ___,” he whispers, oddly comforting. “I’ll take care of you.”

Those words remind you of his promise.

“I’ll protect you until the day you die. You’re mine to have and no one else’s.”

Your shoulders relax under his words like a spell cast over you. His finger releases your hair to drag down your face tenderly. 

“You’re already wet, aren’t you? Did that dream take care of you well?”

His hands fall away from your face to the waistband of your shorts. Teasingly hooking around the elastic and tugging to get a peek at your baby pink panties. 

“Answer me, baby girl.”

“Mm, y-yes, I am,” you answer, beginning to feel warm under your clothes despite how thin they are. 

Yoongi snaps the waistband back and slides his hand up your shirt, tugging it off your body. Your breasts are exposed to him now and suddenly it feels real. This isn’t another dream. You’re really agreeing to give yourself to a demon. 

His rich, sanguine eyes roam your body, memorizing each fine detail of your skin. You fight the urge to hide yourself. No one has ever seen you so intimately before nor looked at you as if they were ready to devour you whole. 

Yoongi’s hand moves to touch your chest, but your reflexes force you to flinch away. You’re nervous about him touching you, thinking he’d be disappointed that you’re not everything he lusts after. He’s a demon, he must have been with—corrupted—countless humans. 

“What’s the matter?” He asks, pulling his hand back.

“I’ve never…done this before,” you admit, looking anywhere but his face. Your eyes travel downward, the column of his neck, the deep pools of his collarbones, his loose-fitting wrinkled shirt, to his crotch. His bulge is prominent in his dark jeans, begging to be freed. You wonder how big he is. What if he doesn’t fit? 

“Don’t worry, ___, I said I’d take care of you. Uncross your legs.”

You do as you’re told and Yoongi bends down slowly, pressing a kiss to your neck while his hand caresses your waist. He moves a hand up towards your breasts and brushes his thumb over your erect nipple. You squeak, a hand coming up to rest on his shoulder and squeeze out of nervousness. 

“Don’t be shy,” he rasps, nuzzling his nose up to the shell of your ear. “I just want to make you feel good.”

His thumb rolls over your nipple again as he gets back to work marking your neck. You sigh, letting your eyes flutter shut, but still keeping one steady hand on his shoulder for comfort. 

He sucks bruises into your skin that will stay as a reminder of this night and you don’t care what he leaves. You’re just enjoying the feeling of his lips on your skin. They’re so warm. You can feel yourself slowly getting addicted to his touch. It leaves you growing wetter than before. 

His lips move wet kisses down your chest down to your navel. His hand leaves your breasts, trailing towards to your waistband once again.

Your hand falls from his shoulder and you rest it against your chest, feeling the pounding of your heart. You can feel it beating—boom, boom, boom—you’re so nervous about having someone so close.

“Will you show me how wet you are?” He looks up at you with a mischievous smirk. You can feel your heart racing even faster. One finger runs down your clothed slit, earning a quiet whimper from you. “Touch yourself. I want you to coat your fingers and show me.”

“Y-Yoongi,” you stutter, “I-I…”

“Don’t tell me to haven’t touched yourself before.” 

You have touched yourself, but never in front of anyone else. Touching yourself in front of Yoongi sounds more and more appealing the longer his finger moves against your slit. You just want some relief for your aching core. 

“Okay.” Your voice is barely above a whisper. Your hands move to slowly slide your shorts off, panties going along with it to the floor. Now you’re completely bare, left vulnerable to Yoongi. 

He sits between your spread legs, watching your hands move. Enamored by your trembling hands, he can hardly wait for you to finally touch your wet slit. It’d be so easy for you to do it. You’ve probably done it many times before. 

Yoongi could imagine you lying in this bed in the middle of the night, shrouded in darkness with quiet whimpers while you pleasured yourself. You’d think of faceless men, only focusing on their cocks filling you up, pounding into your cunt the same why your fingers did. 

He feels himself get harder beneath his pants, the strain beginning to get uncomfortable. 

Your finger brushes over your slit, gathering just enough of your arousal on the tip for it to shine in the light.

“You’re dripping already,” he groans, “fuck, I can’t wait to have my cock in that tight little cunt.”

You almost gasp at his sudden vulgar words. It’s nothing like your dream where he was silent through most of it, letting his fingers do all the talking. But you like this version better—much better.

“Bend your knees,” he orders. “Put that pretty pussy on display.” 

You do as he says, the way his words sound like growls has you clenching, the throb in your core becoming unbearable. Your hand moves to your clit first, running over the sensitive bud. At first touch, you softly gasp, already feeling the jolts of pleasure running through your body. 

“Want you to put a finger in.” Yoongi can’t look away, 

You force your finger from your clit, running your fingers up and down your slit to collect all the juices that leaked out of you. Then, you ease your middle finger in, your walls already clenching around it. 

Your mouth falls open with puffs of hot air coming out as you gasp. When you begin moving your finger in and out, you bite down on your lip to prevent any loud whimpers from escaping. 

“Faster. Fuck yourself with your finger.”

Once you pick up the pace and move your finger in and out of your soaking pussy, you begin to need more. You want to be stretched full—so full of him. 

“More, I-I want more, Yoongi,” you mumble.

“Slip another one in.”

You immediately respond to that and stretch yourself with another finger. Your mouth hangs open becoming parched and a moan almost escapes you, but you catch it in your throat before it becomes any louder.

Yoongi shakes his head, “I like hearing you. Go ahead and moan.”

“B-But the neighbors.”

You’re sure they wouldn’t want to be woken in the middle of the night hearing you moaning through paper-thin walls. 

“If they like what they hear we can just invite them over,” he smirks, “and if not, I’ll take care of them for you, babygirl. So don’t be shy and let me listen to how good you fuck yourself.”

Yoongi takes hold of your hand, guiding your fingers into your soaked walls. His thumb presses against your clit and moves in circles, heightening your pleasure. 

You whimper, releasing a breathy moan when he presses harder. Your hips buck, grinding helplessly on his thumb. 

“There it is. What a good girl,” he praises while coaxing your fingers from your pussy. You whine when he refuses to let you stuff them back in, feeling his grip tighten around your wrist as a warning. His other hand fingers your slit, easing two digits in suddenly.

His fingers are much longer than yours and they feel amazing, prodding your pussy deeper than before. Your back arches, head falling to the side as you let out a wanton moan. 

Squelches and obscene noises coming from your wet pussy fill the room along with your uncensored moans. Drilling his fingers faster, Yoongi releases your wrist to rub your clit. 

“Ah, Y-Yoongi,” you whimper, digging your nails into the sheets. 

“Do you like my fingers buried in your sweet virgin cunt?”

“Mhm,” you mumble, rolling your hips against his hand. “I like it. P-Please keep going. It f-feels so good.”

Tension knots in your abdomen with each thrust of his fingers, curling inside your walls. Your forehead is damp, hair sticking to the sides of your temple. Your legs fall open wider.

“You gonna cum all over my hand, babygirl?” 

Whimpers and a simple nod of your head tells Yoongi what he wants to know. His voice is enchanting, a low hum, instructing you to meet your release and you do. 

You feel yourself gushing and squirting all over his fingers, your entire body tense while your walls clench and unclench. His name falls hoarsely from your lips.

“You’ve made a mess,” Yoongi tsks, pulling his fingers out of your abused hole to play with your dripping cum. He traces your outer lips, rubbing cum all over. 

Yoongi runs a finger along your thighs and over your abdomen to paint your body with your own sticky cum. “You’re all prepped and ready for my cock now.”

Your breath catches in your throat when his hands move to unzip his jeans. You’re anticipating the feeling of his cock sliding into you. How will it feel for the first time? You know it must hurt from all the stories. Nevertheless, you’re ready. You feel ready.

When he finally frees himself from his pants, throwing them off to the side,  you’re left speechless, unable to think of what to say. 

He’s big, so much bigger than you imagined. His fingers are nothing compared to his girth. It’s almost jaw-dropping. You’re afraid he won’t fit even with how wet you are. 

And it’s not just how thick he is that’s causing you to do a double-take. Along his shaft, are smooth ridges dotting his length. You’ve never seen anything like it. 

Your hesitant hand dares to reach out and graze one of the ridges. It feels just like skin, raised like a hard bump. Your hand flinches back when he gasps. You look up at him, a silent question hanging off your mind. 

“It’ll hurt, I won’t lie, but I’ll try to go slowly,” Yoongi says, hoping to reassure you. 

You lick your lips, glancing back at his hard xoxo once more. Your body is on fire and there is no denying how badly you yearn for Yoongi to be in you. You need this demon with no true face to fuck you. 

“Go ahead.”

Yoongi pulls on your hips, aligning his rigid cock head to your swollen pink lips. He pushes himself in, the thick head of his cock entering your walls for the first time. He forces himself not to bury himself into you, reminding himself how untouched you are and how he doesn’t want to hurt you.

“Yoongi,” you whimper, grabbing onto one of his hands on your hips. “S-Slower, please.”

You lay there, breathing shallowly as he watches you carefully. You move your hips experimentally around his cock, trying to adjust to the thickness as it steadily pierces you. You can feel the ridges of his cock as it enters you. The ache is uncomfortable and you wince. 

There can’t possibly be any more, you think until you choose to look down to where your bodies are connected. He’s just halfway in and you gasp. Not even with all of his length in you, you feel incredibly full. 

“Such a tight cunt,” he hisses, pulling out partially and thrusting back in, keeping up the slow rhythm to help you adjust. 

You’re beginning to feel pleasure instead of the uncomfortable pain and with each of his thrusts, he pushes himself deeper until you can take his whole cock. 

“So… hng, full,” you moan, feeling him hitting your cervix. Your back arches off the bed. You can feel every ridge sliding against your walls. Sliding your hands from his, your nails rake up his back, making red scars that will remain until morning. You anchor onto his shoulders. 

He drills into your cunt, no longer concerned with your pain, only focusing on giving you pleasure. With each of your whining moans, he rolls his hips until you’re flushed and panting. 

“S-Shit,” he hisses, “you like this, babygirl? You like being fucked?” 

“Yes, yes!” you cry. 

“You can feel me all the way in here,” he smugly remarks, pressing a hand flat against your abdomen where you can see the bulge of his cock moving inside you. His cock feels like it’s stretching you open, each thrust threatening to split you in half. 

You whine, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him in closer. You can feel your second orgasm approaching quickly. Your toes begin to curl in absolute ecstasy. 

“I wanna-”

“Cum? You need to cum, babygirl?” He groans hotly into your ear. 

Your fingers move to lace in his blonde hair, tugging at the locks. Your hips buck to meet his in a hurry to finish. “Yes! I need to!” 

His finger moves between your bodies to flick your swollen bud causing you to shudder releasing a choked sob. His finger rubs your clit in circles. 

Your muscles tighten, stomach and eyes clenching as all your nerves light up. 

“Cum then, let go.”

You cry his name as you cum, back arching and your sweaty chest meets his. White leaks from your used cunt, gushing around his cock, and you’re absolutely spent. 

“Good girl,” Yoongi coos, almost out of breath but not quite. Being a demon means plenty of stamina. “Such a good girl.”

Your eyes open, blinking—once, twice— and realizing he’s smiling down at you. His blonde hair pushed back, revealing his forehead and glistening sweat. You’re wondering how he’s feeling after this because you’re definitely confused. Do you love Yoongi, the demon, who only wants to be human? It’s hard to say. 

“I might love you,” you admit. You might as well say it. You have nothing to lose anyway. 

That forces his smile to fall. He has nothing to say in return, he can’t say anything. This is wrong—all wrong. His mouth sets in a hard line.

You're forgetting the inevitable. The inevitable moment when he's forced to take your life. Even if years do go by, even if he does allow himself to fall in love with you, it won’t end happily.  

“And maybe I could too.”

[purpleful]

Summer’s Heat

“ you with that sun-kissed body and v line, water dripping on your body, you think I will kiss you now “

fanfiction by @littlemeowmeowschimmy

[writingsofmyimagination]

MARSHMALLOW

So this was for the BangtanArmyNet Writer and Content Creator Summer Exchange ‘19.

My Partner was the amazing @painfulbutsweet​ who created the amazing gifs and footer you see before you. Was truly a pleasure collaborating and I hope I gave you the Dom Jimin you deserve :P. WE SMASHED IT!

Our Scenario/keyword was: SUMMER CAMP

• Pairing: Jimin x Reader • Genre: Summer Camp AU

Warnings: Smut (Dom Jimin), BDSM themes (restraints, orgasm denial, spanking) , swearing, drinking games|

• Words 4697 • Please Enjoy!! You too @sibbyjin

“Are you ever going to have me on your team” Jungkook whined playfully at you

“Are you ever going to stop trying to convince me to sleep with you?” you served straight back, your response halted his growing smirk. The smirk carried on, but across Jimin’s face who was stood next to you.

When Jungkook told you that one of his friends wanted to apply for the team leader role opposite you, you were hesitant. Jungkook as amazing at dance he was and as brilliant as he was with the young teens at the camp he was still a bit of a cocky shit and the thought of having ‘one of his friends’ working with him seemed like the ingredients of a chaotic concoction you’d rather not willingly drink. 

All those doubts however, disappeared within minutes of Jimin of walking into the hall. Instead of the minimal swag Jungkook holds himself with Jimin walked in with nothing but grace and such a soft smile illuminating the flawless skin he was blessed with. His hair scruffily parted just off centre, the dark fringe hung over his olive skin with perfect contrast. The fluidity through his body when he danced was un-matchable, a delicate flower allowing the wind to take it where it dictated. It was mesmerising. His face was also incredibly expressive when he danced, you definitely saw hints of a duality; when his moves were more of the erotic kind, his kind eyes definitely flashed with a primal nuance.

Even talking to him he was polite. While everyone was setting up the camp for a few days before the kids arrived you learned he was incredibly attentive to very small shifts in people’s moods or behaviour. You ended up telling your friends he was an absolute marshmallow and now that was his nickname in their mind and yours and it also suited his hair colour which had changed to a pastel pink since his interview.

“Right guys!” you spoke loudly to be heard over the murmuring of 30 youngsters.

“Now you’re split into teams I’ll take the left group and Jimin you can take the right group” he nodded.

“One of the goals this week is to create a dance piece which will be performed at the end of week in front of your parents and the best choreography group will be chosen by our guest judges; more importantly it’s about making friends and enjoying the activities which we will be running when the dance practice and workshops aren’t”

“As many of you know there’s quite a tradition for pranks here, and while it’s amusing to prank the other team or its counsellors please make sure you have run the idea past the counsellor or leader for your team. For my team it will be myself or Hoseok” you motioned to him and he flashed his huge smile which easily could infect everyone with his positive bubbly energy. He waved to the kids, their faces buzzing with the fact that pranking is actually encouraged here.

“And for team B it will Jimin and Jungkook”.

“The other counsellors will be around to assist with the non-dance related activities as well. Any problems or worries you can come to any one of us understand?”

You received a unanimous mumble of yeses and nods.

“Right lets split up then, first task is to come up with a concept then we’ll re-join for dinner.

“Don’t think that just because you’re sweet you’re not on my radar for pranks” you warned Jimin with a sugary smile.

“Oh don’t worry just because you’re pretty doesn’t mean you’re off mine either” he countered with a devils grin.

 Your kids chaotically agreed on the concept of Day of the Dead. Quite a few of the kids are on their 2nd or 3rd time here so they quickly settled when they’d reacquainted with familiar faces. You were always surprised at just how focused the kids were when they needed to be.

The first of the two studios was on the left as you headed to the main camp area. On the outside it looked very much like a temporary classroom, tainted pale blue slats lining the building horizontally. A museum of moss was exhibited up the sides running through the flat top of the building. Inside it was like it had been fast forwarded 10years, soft wood flooring lined at your feet mirrors lined one wall. You’d also managed to bring in two fair sized flat screens and mounted them on the opposite wall; it’s always helpful to film and play back for the kids to evaluate their own form. There was also a generous cupboard which was home to some fitness equipment and assortment of mats. You and the others had brought in some classroom chairs and intermittently scattered them around the outline of the room; the other studio was a perfect mirror of the one you’d be working in.

//

 “Here” Jimin had wrapped you up in a blanket and offered you a hot chocolate delivering all of the comforts you wanted, including his company. You were drenched, the latest prank victim; well it was more a kidnapping than a prank. Jungkook had steam rolled you across his shoulders while you were on a break and launched you into the lake like you weighed nothing; and fortunately for him you was wearing a white tank top and you knew he enjoyed every second of it. Once you’d retrieved your breathe back from hilarity you made definitely made sure his arm was dead for a little while.

“Thanks” It wasn’t particularly cold, the sun was set high in the sky, rays gloriously drying of the excess water from your skin. The lake on the other hand was freezing, the blood running through your vein slowed the moment you were submerged.

Jimin plonked himself down next to you as your back rested up against a tree stump.

“Your face when he chucked you” he blurted out erupting into a restrained giggle. You halfheartedly slapped his arm as a smirk emerged at your lips.

“You two need to just hurry up and sleep together already, you’re already like a married couple”

Your eyes grew offended, you inhaled deeply lungs filling with a sense of insult.

“What? No way! The only reason he’s like he is with me is because I’m the only one that probably rejects him, he can’t have me and his ego hates it. That guy will be nothing more than an annoying friend to me”

Jimin’s faces was creased with amusement, his eyebrows raising at the response.

“Well glad someone’s strong enough to friend zone him, even at Uni he’d always get what he wanted”

“Yeah? And what did you get? You’re easily on the same” you hesitated a beat “attractiveness level” you asked genuinely curious. He gave you a sideways glance accepting the compliment as you waited for his response.

“Why thank you, and I have much higher standards than JK, I like to actually have a connection with the people I sleep with” Your eyes must have glazed over

“What? He asked amused

“How are you even friends you’re complete opposites”

“Someone’s got to make sure he doesn’t get into too much trouble” he chuckled. There was short comfortable silence which was filled with calm contentment that relaxed you enough to just be at peace.

“You going to come to the fire pit later? The guys who have tomorrow morning off are dragging me to play drinking games, so this is me trying to drag you down with me”

“If it’s you then I’ll be dragged anywhere” he toyed childishly. You slapped him again with much more force this time.

“Seriously you’re such a dweeb!”

//Last class of the day//

You were engulfed in darkness yet you were almost vibrating with heavy excitement. You were doing your best to keep still, trying to avoid knocking anything and making a sound to indicate your presence. A thin strip of light crawled in from under the door as the room off from where you were came to life, you heard the scuffling of a hoard and muffled chattering noise.

Here we go you thought. You pressed your ear to the door for better audio quality.

“Mikey will you please set up the audio system” The indistinguishable chatter continued for a few moments until Mikey spoke

“Jimin it’s not working” Mikey whined.

“Okay let me have a look” You waited, patience shining through as your most redeeming quality; you heard the class steadily quieten into stillness.

A shot of loud music shocked into the room before it was snuffed out, instantaneously Jimin’s high squeal overtook the silence with the laughter of 15 knowing kids further taking over his noise. Your lips curved up, happy with the result.

He was primed

“Okay you guys settle down, are there any mats in the cupboard?” Jimin inquired.

“Yeah” a few voices answered.

Light footsteps closed you down. Your blood was rushing round so fast your head began to spin. The handle clicked and moved downwards as soon as the light hit you leapt from where you’d crouched.

Jimin’s body instinctively jumped backwards as his adrenaline spiked, the cry that you stole from his lips filled you with nothing but satisfaction, and a hell of a lot of amusement of course. His foot couldn’t quite find the floor he fell backwards cushioning his fall with his hands. Your hand shot to cover your mouth from revealing the extent of your laughter.

This was even better than you’d hoped.

You reminded yourself to massively thank Jungkook for telling you how jumpy Jimin was. The kids erupted into uncontained hysterics, you scrambled over to Jimin and took his hand and supported him as he got to his feet.

“Are…you… okay?” you managed. At this point he was chuckling away with you.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine”

“I would say I’m sorry but I’m really not as soon as Jungkook mentioned you scared easily I just had to” you explained.

Jimin face distorted slightly when he turned and was faced with multiple phones recording the whole thing. He turned to you face even more quizzical looking for an explanation

“They knew, I asked them to scare you first, I’m kinda sorry for turning your kids against you”

“Betrayed Guys!” He shouted to the kids recovering from their hysterics.

You threw your arms round him as a form of peace, he quickly tightened the embrace accepting happily the apology.

“You are definitely going to get it now” he whispered bittersweet in your ear before letting you go.

“Counting on it” you countered, smugness brimming from your cheeks while sticking your tongue out provoking him.

 The night crawled in, the crickets sprang into their chirping which was being harmonised by the crackling on the fire burning away in the middle of a triangular layout of logs.

You slumped down next to JK, you were protected from the cooling air in your grey jogging bottoms and an oversized maroon hoody.

“So how is it I’m the only girl here tonight” you inquired taking a cool boxed  cider from Jungkook. Observing your company of JK, Jimin, J-hope and Jin. All looking slightly alcohol flushed.

“Chloe just went to get the marshmallows”

“Thank god, so where are we at?”

“Never have I ever” Jin replied. Your eyes rolled instantly.

“Of course”

Chloe made her way back crinkling the marshmallow bag open, and like bee’s to pollen hands flew and began to empty the bag.

“Okay erm Never Have I ever given a lap dance in crotch less underwear” Hoseok put to the group, his eyes were fixed on yours cheeky smirk burning into you knowingly.

“You’re such a dick” you scolded as you swigged your drink and swiped his arm. He knew you too well. Everyone’s eyes widened, curious.

“Never have I ever…fucked in a swimming pool” you countered with an equally devilish stare in response.

Game on

The laughter was thick through the night as the fire grew to embers.

“Truth” You requested.

“You can’t have three truths in a row it’s gotta be a dare” Jungkook blurted.

Was worth a try

“Fine, dare” you huffed, too intoxicated to put up an argument which you’d lose anyway.

“How about you give you Jimin a lap dance” Jin suggested.

1. This was a terrible idea

2. You’d learnt way too much about Jimin this evening, apparently the little cutie was way less innocent that his saccharine appearance let on

3. This was a terrible idea

4. You were going to give Jimin a lap dance

“Who doesn’t want a lap dance by a girl smelling of smoke in trackies” you joked standing up

“Someone get some music” Hoseok demanded, you and Jimin shared a glance of unreadable intention, his face was so neutral you knew he was compensating for one thing or another. The others were all clapping like amused seals waiting for the show.

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“Seriously? This isn’t magic mike!” you chuckled making an unsure way over.

“Magic Y/N” Jungkook quipped.

Your eyes grew dark focused and held onto nothing but Jimins as they shimmered with an abundance of anticipation. Other than the intermittent giggling you would say you looked pretty serious.

When your body allowed the music to direct it and your hips swayed everyone else around you bled away into nothingness. You edged closer nudging his legs open and stepped in over one his thighs, you loosely grinded and teased your hoody up exposing your stomach and stopped at the peek of your bra before erupting into reserved laughter as your cheeks flushed.

You slithered back to your seat consciously avoiding Jimins reaction, the rest clapped and wolf whistled as you held you a bottle up in acknowledgement.

“Okay JK tongue away, Jimin it’s your go truth or dare?” Jin began.

“Truth, I do not trust Jin and his dares at this point” Unanimous agreement across everyone.

“Why do you have to attack me like this” he whined in response through a laugh

“Jimin how do you feel after that?” Chloe asked

“I am not answering that” reverting back to the sweet guy everyone’s accustomed to.

“Ahh he loved it” Hoseok wailed pushing Jimin off the log, sending his drink flying and everyone into a fit of intoxicated laughter.

 Well your early morning run was out, the grogginess saw to that. You’d manage to avoid any hangovers thanks to the couple of pints of water you’d forced down your neck before completely crashing in the tight single bed in one of the counsellors cabin. Sunbathing in your secret spot it is.

Your tie up black bikini was partially covered by a thin blue crop top and loose beach shorts, your hair was messily up in a ponytail freeing your neck to utilise the cooler breeze.

A brief knock.

“Come in”

“And how are you feeling this morning?” you asked a rather dopey looking Jimin.

“Surprisingly fine actually” he still sounded surprised, his blue Hawaiian shorts sat just above his knees, his sleeveless shirt gave you all preview of the side of his abs.

“What are you doing this morning?”

“I was just going to go to my sunbathing spot and sleep” the aroma of sun cream was radiating of your skin and seeped into the room.

“Mind if I tag along”

“Sure, if you’ll behave” you warned with a toy tone.

“Me behave? I wasn’t grinding on anybody’s leg last night” You exhaled a soundless chuckle and looked down at where your dignity had fallen in that second.

“Yeah, okay, erm sorry about that” you felt as if you’d just become marginally smaller and seeked solace back away from that memory.

“It’s fine, it could easily think of worse people to give me a dance” his words oddly comforted you and made you feel at ease with your alcohol driven behaviour.

“Bet JK was jealous right?” you added, Jimin laughed, hands brushing his hair away from his forehead.

Wow

“You bet he was!”

 The serenity of the spot you’d frequent remained unchanged, the lake pooled into the circular area surrounded by a parasol of green flushed trees. A wooden dock stabilised by sturdy pillars of wood rested down the middle of the seemingly isolated lake section. The steady slope leading into the lake was watched over by a domineering lifeguard tower, the white paint peeling off in tired flecks.

Your towel unpacked, unrolled against the wooden slats of the dock and contaminated pink across the natural scene. Jimin’s towel was a less eye catching black partnered next to yours.

“Beautiful isn’t it” you asked, glancing around heat flooding your skin slipping your sunglasses onto your face as you laid down only the bikini covering your skin

“Yes it is” he replied his eyes not once acknowledging the actual scenery.

“I thought I told you to behave” lolling your head to the side to ensuring you got a shaded eyeful of him losing his shirt before he starting basking like a beautiful picture beside you. It wasn’t long before the heat absorbed you into a drowsy doze.

 “Uhhh” you gasped for air that refused to refill in your chest, your heart halted before it went into a frenzy as you were jolted awake drenched.

Jimin’s hysterical laughing intensified into slowly suffocating as your wail reverberated through the quiet.

“You dick” you managed breathy with an eventual chuckle as your heart rate became manageable again. He was stood there holding a bucket, accomplished.

Asshole

You rushed up and charged with full intent to push him with your full weight behind you. You failed, he achieved simply misdirecting your weight straight off the edge of the dock; but not before you clamped your hand onto his arm dragging him with you.

The pair of you surfaced gasping and slipping the hair from your face, the pink strands curving over his face dripping. You could stand up, just. The gravel rough at your feet. You hindered the glasses from floating away and tip toed in cautious steps towards the dock, the pair of you cursing at the temperature and jesting.

He’d managed to catch up to your heels, just his presence behind you contorted the atmosphere, heat rising from your chest sucking air from your lungs. His palm pressed at your stomach shifting your weight in the water to press to him. Delicate fingers swept the hair from your back over the front of your shoulder. His stung a kiss the nape of your neck, you suppressed a large exhale before manoeuvring yourself round in his arms.

“Can I help you?”

“I think we both know you can” your chest flush against his

“I think that’s very presumptive of you” you teased, he pressed your back against the pillar of the floating harbour stealing a moan past your lips. He leant slowly towards your ear

“Are you going to stop being a brat and let me fuck you already” If you had a drink you’d have choked, what happened to that sweet, humble guy? You was by no means complaining, the words trickled down and pooled in between your thighs.

“Don’t worry I’ll take the best care of you” he continued, nipping at the bottom of your earlobe.

I’m done

Your arms locked behind his neck in sync with your legs around his waist bringing him to a heated kiss, your back arching off the post and closer to him.

“In that tower NOW!” he growled after purring a groan through your kiss. Your lips tweaked up to a smirk toying with your bottom lips, his eye raging carnal intent. That itself send your pulse into overdrive. You obeyed, he’d grabbed the towels and blankets from the harbour and made the rickety wood planks more comfortable before he’d ordered you on your knees. Water still lacing your skin, the slow wind flowing through the viewing space bit at your wet skin. Jimin stood over you, contemplative. Water running southwards over every crease and indent of the muscle tone.

Fuck! I could be on my knees for him all day

“Now do I punish or reward you for your little dance yesterday” he spoke aloud rhetorically still mulling over the possibilities tugging at the string holding your bikini top together allowing it to fall to the floor.

“Think we need a bit of both don’t you?” your skin was on fire burning up with unbridled anticipation, his tone was much lower than normal, the bright squishy smile had been substituted to a determined lustful one. The duality this boy was capable of was unreal and you wondered how he’d be when you returned back to the others. He bent down in front of you taking your chin in the grip of his fingers waiting.

“Sure” you replied knowing full well that’s not he was after. His lips pulled up one side knowingly.

“If you don’t reply properly you’ll be the only one who suffers until I say so” he warned

“Yes..Sir!” You mocked, refusing to pacify completely to his will.

“That’s enough, hands out in front”

“If you play brat this is what you get, don’t think I’ve not noticed how much you want to feel all this” he eyes drifted down his body. Well now you can’t” he affirmed securing your wrists together with a length of rope he’d scavenged from the back of the tower. Safe to say you regretted your choices.

“If it gets too tight or sore tell me, okay?”

“I will”

“Good, now get on top” he asked, you sent a confused glance his way.

“Come on you basically outed your thigh kink last night” well Jimin had just rung the sweetest dinner bell.

Thankfully you had some self-control as to not squeal with excitement.

Finger massaged their way up his thigh longer than was necessary to slide the shorts up to the apex of his thighs.

His eyes intently watching you entertained.

“You don’t need these anymore” he yanked at the strings of your bottoms, you lifted yourself up allowing him to launch your last piece of clothing. When you sat back down you had to gasp, the introduction of his firm thighs against your already soaking core was bliss. Feeling the same thing a low groan rang in the back of Jimin’s throat. You stabilised your bound hands on his chest

“You feel so good, I want to see you get yourself off on me and stop when I tell you. And!  I want to hear you, don’t be quiet baby”

You may be on top but you were far from in control. You rocked your hips until you found an intoxicating rhythm. Jimin’s fingertips securing at the side of your thighs keeping you anchored against him. Your hips rocked faster chasing the end you knew would be denied, your breathy moans becoming louder and more vocal with each rock.

“Enough” he forced through his own moans when he felt your legs begin to quiver allowing your climax to simmer back.

“Fuck you look good on me” he panted

“You’d feel better in me” you quipped back apologetically pleading.

“Oh I don’t doubt that for a second baby” he replied sitting up from the waist a gasp gurgled in your throat as his thigh twitched beneath you, you slumped your arms over his neck. Strong hands slapped and gripped at your behind and pulled you closer

“Ahh” you wailed, a chimera of surprise and pleasure as the sting faded. A devilish grin formed at your vocal and physical response.

“Oh you like that huh?”

“Mmhmm”

//SMACK//

“Words” he scolded. Your body jolted in the opposite direction from the direction of his hand the sting harsher than before.

“Yes! Fuck!”

“Hands and knees” he barked, he supported you off to the floor, tracing his fingers down the centre of your spine which curved underneath his touch. You leant into his grip as his hand rested around the back of your neck, he tightened the grip softly to gauge your response; the squeezing of your thighs together gave him that answer.

“How about 3? I can’t punish you too much for winding me up as it was a dare. Count with me. His hand pre soothed the area and spent a few seconds running his hands through your arousal

Your wrists clenched within each other, your head resting on the top of them, eyes scrunched absorbing the sting

“1” said through gritted teeth.

Again

“2”

Again

“3” you whimpered,

“Well done baby” he praised “Fuck how much did you enjoy that, you’re even more soaked?” he gasped fingers running through you again.

“I’ll have to be harsher with my punishments next time”

“You presume they’ll be a next time?” you toyed through a breathless chuckle.

“Oh you can count on it, I have no intention of making this a one-time thing, you’re too perfect for that” your heart only barely managing to slow down now it had to deal with skipping an awe happy beat. The harsh tone had dissipated and was back to his normal softness until you pushed yourself to sitting on your legs.

“Did I say you could sit back up?”

The shift in tone knocked you for six, you loved it. You resumed your previous position, the ache between your legs tormenting you endlessly.

You heard the rummaging from the bag as he searched for the condoms, leaving the space around you lacking in Jimin and any contact. When he finally shuffled himself back down behind you he aligned his thighs with yours and pulled you back up by your hair directly onto his cock

“Fuck Jimin!” you cried adjusting to him. He tugged at your hair stretching your neck back exposing it to his assault of bites. His hand wandered soaking up the skin of your stomach and kneaded at your chest until his hand rested at the base of your neck pressing gently. Something about his hand lightly constricting sent your head spinning, endorphins flooding your already sensitive system.

“Don’t cum until I tell you” he growled starting bucking his hips into you, the pressure at your neck grew, as did his hand grappling at your hip keeping you steady. Your bound hands offering you little support only pushed you harder into his grip as you allowed your legs to support more of your weight.

Tangled hair clung to your skin, sweat now providing the adhesive quality. His grunts and groans were overshadowed by your ever increasing in pitch moans.

“Please can I touch myself” you requested with a breathless whine.

“Does this baby girl want to cum?”

“Please!” If he didn’t give you permission soon you was going to be in trouble.

“Not yet but yes you can touch yourself…fuck you feel so good on me” he choked panting at your ear. His thrusts slowed to hard and intermittent ones and you was ready to break the rules all over him.

With moans turning into desperate whimpers he finally gives in to his own pleasure as well as yours.

“Fuck! Cum for me baby” his words came out like a plea, relief to your ears. His hips jerking hard shoving you into a climax, legs quivering, your core pulsing harsh euphoric waves round his own throbbing cock. Your nails dug harshly into your thighs as the wave consumed and slowly dissipated from you.

Jimin untied your wrists in a rush, with your freedom all you managed was to slump down onto the blankets in a breathless hot heap. Recuperation was cut short with Jimin lying on his side next to you ghosting sweet tender kisses at your collar bone.

A small chuckle escaped past your lips.

“What?” his breath had yet to return fully, his hands soothing your wrists with delicate touches.

“How can you be such a cute sweet caring marshmallow and then fuck like that” you joked.

“Can I not do both? And did you just call me a fucking marshmallow?” he replied through wide, glazed over amused eyes.

[softjeon]

STUBBORN LOVE → love is not a choice, this much you knew. For a girl like you, neither was marriage. Married off to a prince, you had the life most girls would dream of. But your dream didn’t end with prince charming. Yours ended with your loyal bodyguard that you could never have. for the Bangtanarmynet Fic + Content Creator Exchange → written by @jhspetitegf [Story is coming soon!] → visuals by @softjeon

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Masterlist #BAFicExchange19

Here you can find all the stories written and content made by our lovely members that participated in our Writer + Content Creator Fic Exchange ‘19. Enjoy reading!

Your Galaxy-Team!

CITRUS  written by @littlemeowmeowschimmy | Moodboard by @euphoriajjkook 

→ Pairing: Yoongi x Jimin | Genre: Fluff | Wordcount: 1.4k  → Does an orange cure summers heat? 

MARSHMALLOW  written by @writingsofmyimagination | Gifset by @painfulbutsweet

→ Pairing: Jimin x Reader | Genre: Smut | Wordcount: 4.6k  → When Jungkook told you that one of his friends wanted to apply for the team leader role opposite you, you were hesitant. Jungkook as amazing at dance he was and as brilliant as he was with the young teens at the camp he was still a bit of a cocky shit and the thought of having ‘one of his friends’ working with him seemed like the ingredients of a chaotic concoction you’d rather not willingly drink. All those doubts however, disappeared within minutes of Jimin of walking into the hall.

STUBBORN LOVE written by @jhspetitegf | Gifset by @softjeon

→ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader | Genre: angst, smut | Wordcount: 10k → Love is not a choice, this much you knew. For a girl like you, neither was marriage. Married off to a prince, you had the life most girls would dream of. But your dream didn’t end with prince charming. Yours ended with your loyal bodyguard that you could never have.

WHAT A CLICHÉ   written by @jinniesbby | Moodboard by @today-we-will-survive​

→ Pairing: Seokjin x OC | Genre: Enemies turned Lovers trope & AUs  | Wordcount: 5.2K  → When people hear the phrase, “Well that’s a first…” it’s usually because something shocking or amazing has occurred. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case for one Park Sumin. Going from working in an office to visiting the local carnival, she had some rather interesting first experiences. Ranging from trying out some carnival food to questioning her engagement to Lee Seonghwa (AOMG’s Gray), never in her life did she think that she would run into someone her brain had blocked out for years. Can you say a fun filled summer that not only would change her life but his as well.

COLOR ME written by @guktwt | Gifset by @softjeon

→ Pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook| Genre: Fluff | Wordcount: 8.8k → “You’re doing it again, ‘Gguk,” Jimin casually points out as he takes a swig of his beer. Jeongguk raises an eyebrow at the older male, unable to comprehend what he’s talking about. When Jimin sees the look Jeongguk has on his face, he lets out an exasperated sigh. “You’re doing it again. You’ve been eye-fucking Taehyung for the past hour and you don’t even know you’re doing it.”

CHANGE YOUR TICKET  written by @moononthejoon | Gifset by @painfulbutsweet

→ Pairing: Jimin x Reader| Genre: Fluff, Smut | Wordcount: 6,7k  → after a year of living away from home, you have to get used to your parents’ rules again.

SUMMERS HEAT written by @littlemeowmeowschimmy | Moodboard by @euphoriajjkook

→ Pairing: Jungkook x Jimin | Genre: Fluff | Wordcount: 1,3k  → you with that sun-kissed body and v line, water dripping on your body, you think I will kiss you now

NO FACE written by @seokoloqy | Gifset by @softjeon

→ Pairing: Yoongi x Reader | Genre: angst, smut | Wordcount: 11k  → You hesitantly lift your bloodied palm, blood freely flowing down your wrists and dripping off your elbow, tainting the pure white snow below. There’s no going back if you choose to press your hand against this tree and tie whatever entity is trapped in it to you, but you won’t let that fear hold you back from saving your brother.

SHADE ME PASTEL written by @apotatomashedbybts | Moodboards by @jitaekook2

→ Pairing: Yoongi x Jimin; Taehyung x Jungkook; Namjoon x Seokjin | Genre: fluff, angst →  The flashing of the endless flames of fire engulfing every existing thing. Dark smoke covering every possible inch of the space. A distant cry for help. A small figure coming in and out of sight– reaching out it’s hands, small red hands– eyes pleading for help, hands choking him to death.

DE PLUVIA SONO written by @jitaekook2 | Gifs / Video edit / Playlist by @k-ths

→ Pairing: Jimin x OC, Jimin x Jungkook | Genre: Angst | Wordcount: 5,3k → Just as much as Jimin knew it’d be easy, oh so easy, something deep inside him still burned hot, craving that once familiar feeling, his body longing for the warmth of that embrace, the comfort of soft words, still remembering the love he had felt, that deep down still felt, for those eyes, precious gems that held the whole galaxy in them.Jimin didn’t know how, his body and heart refusing to obey him, ignoring the screams of his mind, turn away, was its desperate cry, but the boy found himself so close to the figure that he could take in small details, small things that were part of that new Jungkook before him, a stranger his deepest self craved to know. Haneul had taught Jimin that life didn't always mean pain. Jungkook had showed him how easy it was to love.But things change and Haneul's death had left Jimin lost.

ALL THAT SHIMMERS written by @flora-jimin | Gif-Set by @softjeon

→ Pairing: Jimin x Yoongi | Genre: Fluff | Wordcount: 1,9k → Jimin is just an introverted man with a rather…boring and mundane life. It’s fine for the most part, but he wishes something, anything would happen to bring him a little excitement and adventure…And then he finds a dragon hybrid in an alleyway

FADING LIGHTS written by @personawife | Header by @aishjimin

→ Pairing: Yoongi x Jimin | Genre: fluff, angst | Wordcount: 7,1k → “Why don’t you go outside, sweetheart? You’ve been stuck in the house all day, some sunshine will do you some good. You might even make a new friend! I think a new family moved in down the street. Maybe you could go take your bike up and say hi!”Crossing his arms, Yoongi pressed himself further into the couch, small pout on his lips. He shook his head, a whine coming from the back of his throat.

H.A.T.E.U. written by @joonary | Moodboard by @jitaekook2

→ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader | Genre: fluff, light angst | Wordcount: 4,5k → for the record, you’re only opposed to the idea of your friends throwing a high school reunion-get-together-dinner-party-thing because it’s a stupid idea. it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that your ex-boyfriend and first love is most definitely going to be in attendance. nope, not at all.

MERCURY written by @namjoonchronicles | Moodboard by @jinniesbby

→ Pairing: Namjoon x Reader | Genre: fluff | Wordcount: 3,6k → after being diagnosed at 11 years old, namjoon tattles through life with a dull outlook. and then he fell in love. and it didn’t stopped there. can his mercury-ruled horoscope uphold the desire to start a typical family from an atypical point-of-view? can his neurotypical wife guide him through?

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Yoongi, the I-don't-give-a-damn member of the Seoul drug mafia, has been manipulating himself for the past fifteen years that he has erased all memories related to Jimin. And that Jimin is better off without him. But a fateful turn of events brings them face to face and Jimin finds himself along with his friends on a journey for uncovering the truth that was hidden all along. And also to let Yoongi know that he is better with him.

Yoonmin au (side Taekook and side Namjin)

Genre: fluff, angst

Social media au ; BTS university au

Co-produced by- @jitaekook2 💙💙💙

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What A Cliché (Prologue)

↳ story aesthetic made by @today-we-will-survive for the BA’s Summer Content Creator Exchange!

» Pairing(s): Kim Seokjin x OC (female) [feat. the rest of the BTS & OC best friend)

» Genre(s): Parenthood!AU, Veterinary!AU, Business!AU, Enemies turned Lovers Trope, Romance, Friendship, Humor, Fluff, & Slight-Angst

» Keyword for Event: Carnival 

» Warning(s) & Rating: Swearing / PG-13

» Words: 5.2K (5260)

» Summary: When people hear the phrase, “Well that’s a first...” it’s usually because something shocking or amazing has occurred. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case for one Park Sumin. Going from working in an office to visiting the local carnival, she had some rather interesting first experiences. Ranging from trying out some carnival food to questioning her engagement to Lee Seonghwa (AOMG’s Gray), never in her life did she think that she would run into someone her brain had blocked out for years. Can you say a fun filled summer that not only would change her life but his as well. 

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Prologue: Meet the New Neighbor

“You know…I have a feeling that you two would make the perfect couple someday…”

“By perfect, you mean that I’d want to kill him every waking moment I can get, right?”

“Nah, my precious little ray of sunshine. I mean that one day, you two will make gorgeous looking children to the point that I’m going to “borrow” one of them to pick up guys.”

A look of utter and complete disbelieve washed over her face as she felt her eye twitch just a smidge from her best friend’s remark.

And just as she opened her mouth to retort, an annoying voice rang in her ears. The one voice she took years of practice to block out him from her memories. Until that evening, she had long forgotten the prick that made her life a living Hell, but fate had an interesting idea of entertainment and unfortunately, she had become the main character of this stupid little sitcom.

God help her…

“You should learn to smile more often, princess! You might land more dates that way!”

“That’s it! Listen here you annoying fucking gnat!”

Eight Hours Earlier…

Letting out yet another long, exasperated sigh, a visibly tired young woman rubbed the sides of her forehead, trying her hardest to not only ignore the unbearable heat that lingered in her office but her rather extra chatty friend. The poor girl had honestly forgotten why she invaded her workplace in the first place. That was how long the rather one-sided conversation had become.

“Okay, Sowon, I love you, but please for the love of God get to the point.” Said the exhausted girl.

A tiny groan escaped Sowon’s lips as she narrowed her eyes onto her friend.

“I did get to my point, Sumin.” She flashed a bright smile further irking Sumin, “Now, I’m just rambling since I noticed you zoned out around the five-minute mark.” She stated, smiling sweetly.

Her bottom lip practically disappeared as Sumin suppressed the growl that brewed in the back of her throat. Did Sowon seriously ramble her ear off just because she tuned her out twenty-minutes ago?

If she had more friends, Sumin would’ve had honestly dropped Sowon years ago but alas, she didn’t. The career driven young woman had no time for herself, let alone go out and meet new people. She had always been like this ever since high school. She dedicated her time to her studies and a few extracurricular activities.

And that was exactly how she liked it.

She had seen her fellow classmates become a social mess. She had witnessed physical fights, loud, obnoxious arguments between love sick individuals, and that only scratched the surface of her high school experience and she gladly kept it that way.

She never dated. She never went to any of the sports games that were played at her school. Shit. She never attended any of her school dances, especially prom. Instead, she researched universities that had the best business program and weighed the pros and cons of attending them.

After days and nights of agonizing over which university to attend to, she finally settled on applying to USC because their business program was on par with those out of the country, and the rest was history.

Now, here she sat in her office chair while Sowon, who she met during her sophomore year of college in biology, stared her down. Her gaze intensified with each passing moment. That was Sowon’s superpower. Sumin didn’t know how Sowon does it, but with just one simple stare, Sumin submitted easily.

And quite frankly, she both despised it yet was thankful for it. It was because of her best friend that she slowly came out of her shell. She actually became more aware of her surroundings.

Go figure?

A few more minutes passed by and tiny whines left her lips as Sumin clutched important documents that contained hypothetical numbers of the projected money flow for the next six months.

“I can keep this up, sunshine.” Sumin heard Sowon taunt. She could practically hear the smugness radiate from her words.

Finally, the poor girl had enough. She slammed the paper down on her desk, unleashing the pent-up frustration that settled in the pit of her stomach.

“Fine! I’ll go to the stupid summer carnival with you! Now, will you please stop staring at me!?” Sumin practically roared, secretly thankful that her office was soundproof.

Sowon smiled proudly as she leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Done.”

Meanwhile…in a different part of the city…

Brows knitted together. Tiny drops of sweat trickled down his forehead. The sound of heart rate monitors mixed with his heavy breathing filled the operating room. This bright, luminescence bulb emitted this heat that felt like the sun was directly above the man’s head. However, he didn’t let it deter him from the task at hand. He quickly asked the nurse for his water and took a few sips through the straw before resuming the surgery.

“Sir,” The man heard one of his assistants speak, “Have you thought about the possibility of reconstructive surgery instead of removing the shard fragment?”

The determined man sighed before a small smile appeared on his handsome face.

“I have thought about it, but that would be the effortless way out. This innocent creature doesn’t deserve something that would only complicate her life some more, “He paused, wiping away a bit of sweat from the side of his forehead, “Besides, I think of this a big “fuck you” to that evil, cruel person that could harm a defenseless puppy. I’m going to save her if this is the last thing I do.” He finished with this sense of purpose flowing throughout his veins as he resumed operating on the puppy, praying that he wasn’t too late.

But luckily…

He wasn’t…

It took him the rest of the day to the point that he had his receptionist unfortunately cancel the remaining appointments, but he saved the puppy’s life. The last shard fragment was wedged in an area where one false movement with his knife and tweezers, the puppy would've died right on the operating table. That specific situation had been every veterinarian’s nightmare, but just like with any nightmare, it sometimes fades away and soon replaced with a relaxing dream. A dream where resulted in this state of euphoria and great night’s sleep. That was why he took this job as a veterinarian. He wanted to ensure that the animals that came into his office left with a peaceful state of mind.

And so far, so good. His track record remained spotless. He could now go home with a bright smile knowing that he saved yet another brutally injured animal.

Currently sitting in his office, the tired yet happy veterinarian typed out something in the body of the email message. He muttered a few words as he read his paragraph repeatedly until it sounded right.

The sounds of clicking of the keyboard bounced of the four walls until this knock joined in.

“Come in.” He said quickly.

“Hey, Seokjin!” greeted the stranger cheerfully.

Seokjin’s eyebrows raised as he peeked around his computer monitor. He knew that voice, and that particular voice didn’t usually visit his office unless the person wanted something.

His eyes flickered back to the screen as his fingers resumed typing away, hoping that this email would be sent out before 7 o’clock in the evening.

“What do you want, Jungkook? Can’t you see that I’m busy?”

Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head as he flopped down on the chair in front of his friend’s desk.

“Yeah, I can see that. I’m not blind…well…not yet.”

Seokjin snorted, “I’m honestly surprised that you’re not actually. All those years of playing video games with the lights off,” He pushed up his glasses just a bit, “Guess I wasn’t blessed with a strong eyesight to begin with.” He said; the corners of his mouth turned slightly upwards.

Jungkook playfully clicked his tongue, “Yeah. I guess not,” A short chuckle left his lips, “But, I was wondering if you wanted to come with me and the rest of the fellas to the summer carnival that’s currently in town?” He asked, flashing Seokjin an overly sweetly smile combined with his signature innocent, charming gaze. One gaze like that and his older friends were practically putty in his hands. It came in handy during their high school years. Well…up until his sophomore year…his friends graduated one by one, so he had no one left to use it on.

Sad day in the life that was Jeon Jungkook.

“You do realize that this isn’t high school, and I’m not this 18-year-old teen that you can easily manipulate, Kook.” Seokjin stated bluntly, fully aware of his purely innocent “stare”. He didn’t even to peer over his computer screen to know. Jungkook’s tone of voice gave it away.

Though, that didn’t deter the young lad. It was rare for all seven of them to be in town for the summer, so he wanted to cherish it. As soon as Seokjin graduated high school, everyone just went their separate ways. Sure, they had their group chat that had constant activity whether it was from someone sending random memes or simply asking how their day was. But it just wasn’t the same.

Even though his friends didn’t know this, Jungkook needed them. He couldn’t quite establish a bond that matched the one he shared with Seokjin and the rest of his little motley crew.

They were definitely one of a kind…

“What’s with that smile, Kook? Last time you smiled like that it was because you found a lamb skewer stand with Yoongi.” Seokjin’s voice forcibly pulled Jungkook out of his peaceful thoughts.

“Oh, this smile?” He pointed at his lips, “It’s nothing…say…when is that little ray of sunshine coming by?” Jungkook asked vaguely, drawing out his sentence.

Seokjin hummed in response as his eyes scanned the last remaining sentences of his email. He could see the light at the end of the tunnel.

“Oh, according to her mother, she’s dropping off Areum this evening,” He quickly checks his phone, scrolling through his messages from his ex-wife, “Around 9 o’clock in the evening.” He announced, locking his phone once again.

Jungkook gasped; his eyes beamed from excitement. This was perfect. He and friends could spend a few hours at the carnival and then hang out with their “niece”.

“So, you’re telling me that you have time for the carnival?”

“I guess I am Kook…”

“Perfect! I’ll let the fellas know!”

“Don’t let me regret this…”

“When I have ever done something that you’d regret?”

“I can name a few things…”

At the Summer Carnival – 7 o’clock in the evening

Walking down the busy row of stands, Sumin’s eyes remained glued on her phone. Her brows furrowed as her thumb scrolled up while she read the contents of an email that she had received minutes before arriving to the carnival. Soft mutters left her lips as she homed in on an incredibly important section of the email. She reread the same two sentences twice before this unsettling, heavy sensation settled within the pit of her stomach.

The color practically drained from her face. Her breath hitched. She halted in her steps, ignoring the grumbles of the many bystanders that were forced to go around her.

A low groan escaped her as she immediately locked her phone and shoved it in her back pocket. Did she really want to be at this stupid carnival? She needed to be back in the office and working on soothing this rather extreme angry client, that was “miraculously” bestowed upon her thanks to her supervisor. Why was she even here again?

“Sumin! Check out this stand, they have those churros that you’re basically obsessed with!” She heard Sowon shout with glee, waving her arms sporadically.

Oh…

That was right…

She was here because of her dearest friend…

“I think I’m going to call it, Sowon. I have to get up pretty early tomorrow, and—”

“No ‘and’. I know that look on your face, my little sunshine, and I’m not completely oblivious. I saw you on your phone and your eyes widened with each passing second.” Sowon interrupted, leaving her spot in the line and walking up to her completely distressed friend, “Which means in the world of Sumin, you’re extremely stressed and about to leave this relaxing sister-date to head back to the office and work on something that can honestly wait until tomorrow morning.” Sowon finished, smiling brightly. “Did I hit it right on the nail, my soft princess?” She added; her smile grew wider.

Sumin made a face; her eyes narrowed on her smug friend.

“I hate it when you do that…”

“I know you do…”

Meanwhile, while one crisis was averted, on the other side of the carnival, two fellas bickered over the last game ticket while their mutual friends watched both sides make excellent arguments on why he deserved the last game ticket. The only thing they missed, to make this verbal battle amusing, was some carnival snacks.

Stuffing his hands in the pockets of his black jacket, a gentleman with black-rimmed glasses and faded silver hair – that was swooped to the right – leaned against the wall; an amused smile painted his lips.

“Are you going to stop them, Namjoon?” asked a young man with chestnut brown hair. His eyes sparkled with such innocence that many people forget that he was indeed in his mid-twenties.

“Nah. They’re fine Jimin. Besides, remember the last time we intervened on an infamous Seokjin-Jungkook argument?” Namjoon replied, shooting Jimin a knowing look. But just as Jimin opened his mouth to answer, someone else beat him to the punch.

“Oh, that was a fun evening!” shouted a cheery voice; a few chuckles escaped him. “They turned their wrath onto us, and even told Yoongi to shut up.” A sigh of content left his lips this time as he folded his hands and rested his head against the palms, “What a memorable evening.”

Namjoon nodded in agreement as he turned his attention towards a paler looking fella.

“I was honestly surprised that Jungkook told you to shut up, Yoongs.”

Yoongi pried one eye open, having checked out of Jungkook’s and Seokjin’s marital bickering thirty minutes prior.

With a lazy voice, he said, “That boy is lucky for not fearing me.”

“After being friends with you for so long, none of us fear you, my dude.” Chimed in the same cheery voice that spoke earlier.

“Hm. I guess I’m losing my charm, Hoseok.” Yoongi shrugged, shutting his eyes closed again. One of the many “joys” of being your own boss. He didn’t have a set work shift.

Hoseok beamed; his smile could light up any dark alleyway, before adverting his attention back to Seokjin and Jungkook, who still refused to back down.

Two hours had passed and not only did the bickering duo slowly ran out of the counterarguments, but their friends were extremely bored and wanted to enjoy what was left of the carnival.

Finally fed up, Namjoon pushed off from the wall and then walked up to Seokjin and Jungkook, pulling out his wallet as he closed the gap between their bodies.

“Tell you what,” He began fishing out a few bills, “Take my money and buy you guys some more damn tickets, so you guys can finally shut the fuck up.” Namjoon stated bluntly before slapping the bills in both Seokjin’s and Jungkook’s hands, knowingly hurting them in the process. He then walked away from them, gesturing for their buddies to follow him.

They were determined to enjoy the carnival before it closed for the night.

As their closest friends walked away, slowly disappearing from their line of sight, the squabbling duo turned to each other; this mischievous gleam sparkled in their eyes accompanied with this scheming smirk.

“That took longer than expected.” Jungkook laughed, flinging an arm around Seokjin’s broad shoulders.

Seokjin chuckled in response as he allowed Jungkook to direct him to the nearest game stand.

“I know, right? We must be losing our touch since before, Namjoon usually settled our “arguments” in less than an hour.” He stated as his eyes scanned the prizes at the booth. His lips pursed while his brows became knitted together as Seokjin contemplated which prize would Areum love the most.

This faint hum exited his lips as his eyes drifted between a huge stuffed alpaca and a huge stuffed panda bear. Then, after much deliberation, he finally settled on the alpaca since she loved to remind him that whenever he ate, he looked like a happy alpaca, especially whenever he munched on a salad. He could honestly hear her faint giggles in the back of his mind.

God, he would do anything for his daughter. She had him wrapped around her dainty pinky finger.

With a determined smile, he slammed down a few dollar bills and waited to be handed some darts.

“Alright, prepare to be amazed, Kook.”

Back with the ladies, who now held onto plates with delicious carnival food, they journeyed towards the exit, talking about everything and anything that came to mind. Ranging from the topic of their love lives – or lack thereof – to the ever so fun work politics that occurred during their daily lives. However, the most popular topic was their time in high school. While, yes, they went to two different schools, they loved hearing about the other’s experience. Hearing such stories made the other feel like she was there as well.

“So, whatever happened to the guy that stupidly stood you up at homecoming, Sowon?”

“Beats me. All I know is that he asked for me at my school’s little reunion event. From what an old friend told me, the way he asked was very creepy. Borderline stalkerish if you ask me.”

Sumin shuddered, “Things like that makes me glad that I didn’t have a social life in high school.”

Sowon chuckled softly as she quickly tossed her empty, Styrofoam plate and jogged back to Sumin.

“Yeah, but it is because of said social life that I know who my loyal friends are and know how to handle myself in certain situations.” She pointed out with a knowing gleam in her eyes.

Sumin rolled her eyes in response, signaling Sowon that she had won that argument.

“Let’s get you home, princess. I believe it is passed your bedtime.”

“What are you? My mom?”

“I might as well be, Min.”

Sowon then flung her arms around Sumin’s shoulders as the two ladies head for Sowon’s car and begin their journey to Sumin’s place.

Faint muffles filled the spacious car as flashes of light illuminated the darkness every other minute. Resting her chin on the palm of her hand, Sumin stared absentmindedly out the window; her eyes focused on the happy couples. Each face painted with the brightest and most loving smile ever to grace them.

Soon, a soft sigh escaped her as she pried her eyes away from the window. Though, while she no longer saw them, her mind was filled with thoughts of them. Thoughts of envy? Longing? That had been yet to be determined.

Which was strange to her as for the obvious fact that she too was in a relationship.

But…

“I just now realized that you are not wearing your luxurious engagement ring that Seonghwa gave you, Min.” Sowon’s voice broke into her cloudy thoughts.

Sumin’s eyes trailed down, landing on her empty left ring finger.

“I knew I forgot something.” She lied, faking a playful smile.

But Sowon knew better.

“Is everything alright?” She asked as she slowed the car to stop as the traffic light went from yellow to red.

Sounds of the turn signal cut through the awkward silence. Sumin hoped that the light would turn green so that she’d be closer to home but alas, it wasn’t the case. This was a timed light, and the timing of it was abnormally long for a traffic light.

She could stall, but that would only annoy Sowon, so why should Sumin even try? Her closest and dearest friend wasn’t stupid. If anything, she wouldn’t be surprised if Sowon knew that she was thinking of backing out of the wedding.

“Do I want to get married, Sowon?” asked Sumin, phrasing her question a bit oddly.

Sowon raised a brow as she shifted her foot from the brake pedal to the gas pedal, lightly pressing as she turned on to the street where Sumin’s house resided at. A house where she lived with her doting fiancé.

The poor girl looked unsure how to answer such a question. If it was a question that asked her if she wanted to get married, then the answer would be plain and simple. No. No she didn’t want to get married or at least, not right now. She so much desired to live her twenties to the fullest. Then, once it was time, she would gladly settle down with the right person.

And yet with Sumin? Sowon was quite surprised that she was having doubts. Out of the two them, Sumin would be happily married first with kiddos running amuck and then Aunty Sowon would help wrangle them and/or create more chaos for their parents.

But with this sudden 180, Sowon grew even more confused.

Did she have to kill Seonghwa? Because she totally would. No one was allowed to hurt Sumin under her watch.

No one.

Pursing her lips, Sowon hummed in response, as she pulled up to Sumin’s driveway, where both Sumin’s and her fiancé’s car were currently parked.

Before finally answering, Sowon killed the engine, and the two girls now sat in complete and utter silence.

“Alright, to answer your question, I know that you want to get married, however, is it to Seonghwa? Only you can answer that, love. But you did say yes to him for a reason, so that has to mean something, right?”

Sumin sighed heavily; her shoulders slumped just a bit.

“I did, I mean don’t get me wrong, I do love him with all my heart but—”

“But you don't know if it’s enough to meet him at the altar, correct?”

Instead of answering, Sumin gave Sowon a thumb’s up before exiting the vehicle and as she stepped out, a car pulled up to her neighbor’s driveway. A neighbor who she had never seen since their schedules always had them missing one another by a split second, so this was a first. Well, overall, this night was filled with firsts, so this wasn’t too much of a shock factor.

Seconds later, Sowon too exited the vehicle, shutting the door and alarming it. She then leaned against the door; curiosity slowly bested her as she noticed Sumin’s body language tense just a smidge.

“You alright there, sunshine?!” She hollered, cupping her mouth, though, she didn’t have to do that since they were not that far away from each other.

However, she received no response from Sumin for a good minute or two.

Until…

“YOU!!”

“YOU!!”

Two voices shouted simultaneously.

Alarmed, Sumin’s fiancé came running out of the house dawning his work clothes still.

“Are you okay, honey?” he asked, closing the gap between their bodies, as he gently rested his hand on her lower back.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Seonghwa. I just got startled by a familiar face is all.” She lied flawlessly, smiling sweetly.

Seonghwa hummed in response, not fully believing her, but he knew it was best to drop it.

“Okay. I’m gonna head back inside and finish up this project. Holler if you need me, okay, love?” He said, pressing a sweet kiss on her temple before disappearing inside the house.

The second she heard the door shut, Sumin’s sweet demeanor melted away and was soon replaced with the fiery rage that engulfed her body and soul moments prior.

“Wow. I’m amazed. You actually tricked someone into dating your strange self,” The intruder began applauding slowly with a sarcastic smile etched on his face, “I’m completely inspired by your story now.” He added, further taunting poor Sumin.

Sowon raised her brow, slowly going into defensive mode but held back as she wanted to see more of their reactions. In her life of knowing Sumin, Sowon only ever saw her little sunshine become this spitfire with her only. So, who the Hell was this handsome gentleman that easily riled her soft princess up?

She had to find out.

And maybe…just maybe…he might be the answer to Sumin’s tricky question.

A low – almost animalistic – growl escaped Sumin’s lips as she stomped over to her neighbor; their chests practically touched each other.

“Listen here, Seokjin—”

“I’m sorry. Can you repeat that? You might have to speak up, short stuff.” Seokjin cupped his ear as he leaned downwards; their noses merely inches away from bumping into each other.

Sumin’s jaw clenched and through gritted teeth, she said, well shouted,

“Can you hear me now, huh, you prick?!”

Seokjin groaned, jolting his body away, as he rubbed his poor ear while this ringing sensation echoed throughout his now muddled mind.

Damn that woman had a pair of lungs on her.

“I think you busted my eardrum…!”

“Well, that’s what you get for standing so incredibly close to me, dumbass!”

Tensions arose between the two as their blood slowly came to a boil. Seokjin and Sumin had history. A rather long history that remained in the archives until this evening.

Again, a night filled with firsts.

Just as Seokjin opened his mouth to retaliate, a laughter cut him off. He was secretly glad that someone else intervened. He honestly didn’t have to time to entertain the spitfire that stood courageously in front of him. His daughter was to arrive at any moment.

The last thing he wanted his six-year-old to see was him shouting at a woman.

“You know, we got to work on you playing nice with others, Sumin.” Chimed in Sowon as she walked up to the pair and rested an arm on Sumin’s shoulder.

“And may I ask who you are?” Seokjin questioned, looking a bit unimpressed.

Sowon held out her hand and quickly introduced herself, shaking Seokjin’s hand with her signature thousand-watt smile.

“Ah, and how do you know the pain in the ass?”

“I can ask you the same thing, Jinnie boy.”

“Jinnie boy?” He questioned, directing it more towards Sumin.

Sumin simply shrugged, “Just go with it.”

“Well, I’ve known her since middle school believe it or not.”

Sowon raised her brow; her eyes roamed all over his body as if she tried to decipher his hidden secrets.

“Interesting. Well, as much as I’d like to continue this conversation, I don’t,” She then turned Sumin around, “Time for bed, Min.” She stated firmly before guiding them both back to Sumin’s house, leaving behind a flabbergasted Seokjin.

“You know…I have a feeling that you two would make the perfect couple someday…” teased the taller woman as they crossed the threshold between Sumin’s house and Seokjin’s house.

Sumin grimaced, nearly wanting to gag, “By perfect, you mean that I’d want to kill him every waking moment I can get, right?”

“Nah, my precious little ray of sunshine. I mean that one day, you two will make gorgeous looking children to the point that I’m going to “borrow” one of them to pick up guys.” Sowon clarified, grinning from ear to ear.

A look of utter and complete disbelieve washed over her face as she felt her eye twitch just a smidge from her best friend’s remark.

And just as she opened her mouth to retort, an annoying voice rang in her ears. The one voice she took years of practice to block out him from her memories. Until that evening, she had long forgotten the prick that made her life a living Hell, but fate had an interesting idea of entertainment and unfortunately, she had become the main character of this stupid little sitcom.

God help her…

“You should learn to smile more often, princess! You might land more dates that way!”

“That’s it! Listen here you annoying fucking gnat!”

However, before Sumin could storm over to Seokjin again, Sowon blocked her path.

“Alright, young lady, someone’s getting cranky. You march to your room and tell Seonghwa that you want to cuddle.”

“But!”

“March!”

Sumin frowned before submitting to her friend, of course, muttering a few profanities as she stomped up the stairs that led to the front door.

Once Sumin was inside, Sowon waited a few seconds before walking up to Seokjin, who appeared to be texting someone.

“So, how do you truly feel about Sumin?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

Seokjin’s face remained blank, “I tolerate her existence. Why?”

“I asked how you truly feel about her, not lie about it.” Sowon stated, shooting him a knowing look.

Seokjin, on the other hand, grew unsure. What did she mean, exactly?

“Sleep on it.” Sowon suggested before walking to her car and finally head home for herself.

Seokjin watched the strange woman drive out of his neighborhood. Her words repeated in his mind. He was almost certain that he just tolerated Sumin’s existence. Sure, there had been a time in his life that he harbored romantic feelings for her, but he had been long married since then. Well, now divorced, but that was beside the point.

It was through that marriage that he had Areum. The light of his life.

Yeah, he didn’t need any other leading lady in his life.

Right?

Before he could fully dive into those thoughts, a bright light nearly blinded him followed by this obnoxious honking.

“Dad!” shouted a voice. A voice Seokjin knew all too well. The same voice that easily brought a smile to his face.

“Areum!” He greeted back; his face practically beamed. He happily waved as the car came to a stop and this little girl came running out of the backseat and towards him.

Seokjin knelt down, ready for the biggest hug ever. And just as she slammed into him, he protectively wrapped his arms around her petite body as the two fell onto the grass.

“Remember to behave for your dad, Areum!” chuckled an older woman, shaking her head as she walked up to the loving duo with a tiny suitcase.

“I will mommy.” Areum smiled as she became smothered with Seokjin’s fatherly kisses.

“Yeah, don’t worry Eunji, our little girl is an angel.”

“Whatever you say, Seokjin. By the way, did you know that our old friend Sumin lived right next door to you?”

Seokjin instantly became alarmed. How did his ex-wife know that? So, naturally, he asked.

Eunji laughed softly, “Just because you had a falling out with her, doesn’t mean that I did, so I saw it on her social media account that she moved to that house.”

“And you didn’t tell me this while I was looking for a place to live because?”

“Because I love seeing you make a fool of yourself in front of her.”

But before Seokjin could say something, refuting his ex-wife’s claims, Eunji had entered her car and clicked on her seatbelt. Then, he saw the reverse lights turn on and watched her pull out of his driveway.

She was always an interesting woman…

“Why is your mom weird?”

“I don’t know, probably for the same reason as to why she called you coward on our way here, daddy?”

“She what, now?”

A/N: I am back! Cue the fanfare and confetti canon! I’m honestly both surprised and proud of myself for not only picking up writing again but starting another series (low key crying because Our Second Chance isn’t done yet, but I am working on it LOL)! At first, I wanted to take the word carnival and incorporate the movie Sandlot and A League of Their Own into it, but sadly, I hit a bad writers’ block, so I just scrapped that idea completely and with the help of @softjeon who helped me with some overall story ideas, this came to be! Plus, it helps that in BTS World, Seokjin’s another story line is so cute, especially with the little girl (who of course makes an appearance as his daughter in this short series <3) being kind of hard to please. Yes, make Jinnie work for it! 

But anyway, as of right now, I don’t have a set schedule for this as I like to write whenever I have both the time and inspiration but knowing me, I’ll start releasing updates over the course of Autumn/Winter along with the last chapters of Our Second Chance! 

Don’t forget to leave a like/reblog/comment/ask in my inbox! I love hearing your thoughts! :)

- Kim

[piease-iove-me]

De Pluvia Sono

Pairing: 

Jeon Jungkook / Park Jimin 

Summary:

Just as much as Jimin knew it’d be easy, oh so easy, something deep inside him still burned hot, craving that once familiar feeling, his body longing for the warmth of that embrace, the comfort of soft words, still remembering the love he had felt, that deep down still felt, for those eyes, precious gems that held the whole galaxy in them.

Haneul had taught Jimin that life didn’t always mean pain. Jungkook had showed him how easy it was to love.

But things change and Haneul’s death had left Jimin lost.

Story by: @jitaekook2

Gif by: @k-ths

[today-we-will-survive]

What A Cliché (Prologue) - by @jinniesbby

It was so fun partnering with you in this project!

[k-ths]

De Pluvia Sono | @jitaekook2

Just as much as Jimin knew it’d be easy, oh so easy, something deep inside him still burned hot, craving that once familiar feeling, his body longing for the warmth of that embrace, the comfort of soft words, still remembering the love he had felt, that deep down still felt, for those eyes, precious gems that held the whole galaxy in them.

Haneul had taught Jimin that life didn’t always mean pain. Jungkook had showed him how easy it was to love.

But things change and Haneul’s death had left Jimin lost.

[ listen on spotify ]

[purpleful]

Citrus

fanfiction by @littlemeowmeowschimmy

[softjeon]

NO FACE

You hesitantly lift your bloodied palm, blood freely flowing down your wrists and dripping off your elbow, tainting the pure white snow below. There's no going back if you choose to press your hand against this tree and tie whatever entity is trapped in it to you, but you won't let that fear hold you back from saving your brother. You press your hand against the trunk, wincing when the rough wood touches your open wound. Your hand tingles with warmth, you no longer feel the pain in your palm. Blinding light emits from the tree and it forces you to clench your eyelids shut.

for the Bangtanarmynet Fic + Content Creator Exchange → written by @seokoloqy [Coming Soon!] → visuals by @softjeon

[bangtanarmynet]

Writer + Content Creator Summer Exchange ‘19

BANGTANARMYNET is hosting it’s first ‘Writer + Content Creator Exchange’ inspired by BTS’ Motto: Teamwork makes the dream work!

A fanfic/Gif Exchange involves authors and content creators working together on a theme within a set time period. If you apply, the network will pair you up and send you a message with your assigned partner. Make sure that your direct messages are open so we can send you the necessary information and your partner can reach out to you. This isn’t a secret exchange(!), so you’ll get to know your partner and work together as a team. The goal is to create a story with creative content that is inspired by each other. 

Here is what you need to know:

@ Writers:

Your story has to be at least 500 words long, everything over that word count is up to you. You can also write a chaptered-story, but the first chapter needs to be posted by the due date.

The keyword chosen by your Creator - partner, needs to be incorporated in the story in some shape or form. It can be an object, an overall-topic or just some random input in the story.

You have to at least give an overall summary of your story to your partner until 21.06.2019 so they can start working on their project. While you work on your story, make sure your partner gets enough insight on the story’s contents, for example work through DOCs where you can share your WIP. This will make sure that the content creators can see the process and create the perfect content to your story. Of course it is allowed to brainstorm together as well! This is not a solo work but a teamwork!

@ Content Creator:

Your task is to create Content (Gifset, Gfx, Fanart, FMV etc.) to go along with the story and it’s overall plot. It can either be like a trailer or a specific scene that you’d love to recreate in form of Gfx, Fanart or else. Be creative! You will also choose a keyword that the Fanfic Writer will have to work into their story in your application. 

You can do as much content as you like for your partner. You wanna do three moodboards? Go for it! You wanna do a Gif Header for each chapter? Yes! We stan! You want to do three Gfx that will be posted throughout the story? Hell yeah!

Oh and as always: Please make sure to follow the usual rules of crediting if you use content made by fansites etc. However, we highly suggest that you use official videos and/or photos released by the media or Big Hit themselves since we all know how tricky fansites can be sometimes. In case of a FMV we do not allow you to use fansites, but only official videos from music shows, commercials and releases from BigHit themselves.

@ the Team:

You can start posting your story + content from the day you’ve received your official message until 31.08.2019 which is the due date where all works (or at least one chapter) must be posted! As a team decide if the created content will be posted... ....as a trailer before the story comes out? ....at the same day? ....after the story/ first chapter came out?

Tag your Summer Exchange related work with the official tag #bangtanarmynet & #BAficexchange!

And don’t worry, we won’t pair you up something neither of you feel uncomfortable with. We try and pair up as perfectly as possible! If you have anymore question before or need help while working on your exchange-projects don’t hesitate to send the network an ask. We only would ask of you to do so off anon, so we can reply to you privately!

Apply here as a Writer….

Apply here as a Content Creator…

...to be paired up and to participate in our event! And yes, if you are a writer AND a content creator you are allowed to apply for each category as well! You can chose to gift more than one fanfic or content, so you can be paired with someone up to three times. This also helps us to pair you up even more perfectly. Don’t hesitate to showcase your talents, Army!

APPLICATIONS ARE CLOSED!

- Your Galaxy-Team! ✨

Important to remember/ Schedule:

» Sign ups open from now on until 15.05.2019! » Posting Due: 31st of August. You can publish your works earlier than the due date just make sure to schedule it within your team. » Read and follow the rules as usual. » Tag your exchange-related work with #bangtanarmynet & #BAficexchange » Don’t forget to tag your partners in your work as well.

[apotatomashedbybts]

Part 0

Yoongi, the I-don't-give-a-damn member of the Seoul drug mafia, has been manipulating himself for the past fifteen years that he has erased all memories related to Jimin. And that Jimin is better off without him. But a fateful turn of events brings them face to face and Jimin finds himself along with his friends on a journey for uncovering the truth that was hidden all along. And also to let Yoongi know that he is better with him.

Yoonmin au (side Taekook and side Namjin)

Genre: fluff, angst,

Social media au ; mafia au

Co-produced by- @jitaekook2 💙💙💙

[jinterlude]

aesthetic pic credits: 1 | 2 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

» Mercury written by @namjoonchronicles

» Namjoon x You

» summary: after being diagnosed at 11 years old, namjoon tattles through life with a dull outlook. and then he fell in love. and it didn’t stopped there. can his mercury-ruled horoscope uphold the desire to start a typical family from an atypical point-of-view? can his neurotypical wife guide him through?

» Creator Note: This was created for BangtanArmyNet’s Content Creator Exchange! :) (and yes, I’m late on posting the moodboard itself since I didn’t know [actually I did lol] Jey was going to add links to the moodboard). 

[piease-iove-me]

Moodboard made for @joonary 's story 🙈