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bugan3 · 6 months ago

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Masked Man 2

Couples:Namjoon X Reader

Summary:You're struggling to adjust to Korea, when an unexpected clash with a mysterious, masked man gives you the comfort you need, even though you don't know who he really is.

Content:Fluff, mystery, deception(Not infidelity), sex, namjoon!idol, Reader!salaried, dating, multi-part story, jealousy, angst.

Things in Korea had improved since that noisy encounter with the stranger, who still hadn’t revealed his full identity. After we got coffee, he told me his name was Kim. When I asked him to at least remove his mask, he refused, explaining that he was sick and didn’t want to infect me; he said he’d finish his coffee at home.

I told him about my problems at work, and he encouraged me to keep going. He suggested inviting my coworkers to dinner at the end of the month to break the ice and offered to give me Korean lessons whenever I wanted. Kim provided the comfort I desperately needed. At last, I had found someone in Korea who would listen to me, and I could listen to him.

I was at my cubicle, trying to gather the courage to speak to my coworkers. I stood up, catching the attention of the three people I shared the office with.

“Would you like to go out for dinner after work today? My treat. We’ve done great work this month.”

I spoke while bowing slightly, trying to be as respectful as possible, just as Kim had advised me.

“Oh, I’d love that. I’ve seen a restaurant nearby that comes highly recommended,” said Minjin, the youngest in the office. I smiled, thrilled that at least one out of three had agreed.

“Sure, I’ll join. We’ve only been working this whole month; we need a break,” added Hyeon, the oldest and only man in the office.

The only one left to respond was our boss, Hae.

“Alright, but this time I’ll treat you. We didn’t give you a proper welcome when you arrived. We were so busy, but now we have the time,” Hae said with a smile, which I quickly returned.

I sat back down, excited to experience what a work dinner was like. I had seen it countless times in dramas. I took out my phone and texted Kim:

—Hey! It worked! We’re going out for dinner later.

Thanks to his advice, I had found the courage to step up and make friends again.

—I’m so glad! Remember what I told you: serve the drinks and prepare the meat. That shows respect and that you want to get along — Kim replied.

We had exchanged numbers and had been texting non-stop since then, as if we both needed to share our worries. It had been a long time since I could talk to someone without fear of offending them. Maybe it was because our first encounter had been so out of the ordinary that it left no room for more anger. I felt that Kim wanted to break out of his routine; he confessed to spending too much time at work and needing a break. Knowing that we thought and felt the same made me so happy. Even though he remained a mystery, I couldn’t help but feel close to him because of how deep and easygoing he was.

—Thank you for your help ♥ — I wrote.

The dinner helped everyone relax. I made sure their glasses were always full of soju and helped Minjin prepare the meat. During dinner, she talked a lot, and I found her very likeable. Since we were closer in age, I felt comfortable around her.

“At first, when you arrived, I thought you were spoiled and nosy, but these past few days you’ve shown that you can do your job well. I hope we get to know each other better,” said Mr. Hyeon, raising his glass.

“To our new colleague,” he toasted.

We clinked glasses, and I felt happy to be getting closer to the team, though I couldn’t understand why they had formed such an impression of me when I had tried to fit in from the start. But excitement won over doubt, and I decided to enjoy the evening.

“Well, dinner was delicious, but I need to get back to my kids. It’s getting late; we should all head home,” said our boss, Hae, standing up.

We all followed her, bowing and saying goodbye as she got into her car. Mr. Hyeon also left, saying he lived nearby and would walk home. In the end, only Minjin and I were left.

“Do you live nearby?” I asked, worried about leaving her alone at night.

“Oh no, I live about 20 minutes away. Actually, I’ll take a cab. Want to share?”

She held onto my arm as if we had been friends forever, and that made me incredibly happy. However, I had to decline her invitation as she flagged down a taxi.

“Sorry, but I live a bit further, so I take the subway. It’s better for me.”

Her smile faltered a bit, and I couldn’t help but feel foolish—it was an opportunity to make a friend. However, my responsibility called. I had to get home quickly to walk Susy.

“Oh, don’t worry, I guess you’re not interested in being my friend. See you tomorrow.”

I tried to respond, to tell her that I did want to be her friend, but her words felt like an unexpected door slamming shut. She was already getting into the cab, leaving me with the answer stuck in my throat. I stood there, motionless, watching the taxi drive away, taking with it an opportunity I hadn’t known how to seize.

While walking to the subway station, the weight of doubt began to crush me. Why did it feel like no one at work wanted to get close to me? Why did they avoid me as if I were the problem? Mr. Hyeon’s comment kept echoing in my mind: “I didn’t have a good impression of you at first.” I had never done anything wrong to them; they hadn’t even given me a chance to show who I really was.

On the subway, as my mind wove absurd theories about my reputation, I felt a vibration in my pocket. I pulled out my phone and read the message:

“I’m going to walk Mitty, should I wait for you?”

A smile immediately spread across my face. The subway doors opened, and I ran out as fast as I could. The excitement of seeing him and sharing that little routine with Kim gave me a sense of relief I didn’t know I needed.

“I’m almost home, I’ll be there in 5.”

When I arrived home, the door to the house across the street opened. There was Mrs. Lee, my neighbor, with her warm smile and that gaze that always seemed to mix worry and tenderness in equal measure.

“Oh, it’s good you’re home. I just heard that there was a violent fight between a man and a woman at the park a few days ago. Even the police got involved. Did you hear anything about it?”

My heart stopped for a moment. How could I explain to her that I had been part of that mess? Of course, I couldn’t.

“People need to be very careful these days. The world is crazy now.”

I held back a nervous laugh before responding, feeling like an actress in a play I hadn’t rehearsed.

“Of course, I’ll be careful. Although I haven’t heard anything.”

After saying goodbye, I hurried inside. I greeted Susy, who welcomed me with her usual enthusiasm, and got her ready for a walk.

Walking toward the park, I saw him. Kim was there, tall and with that naturally laid-back posture. The dim light from the streetlamps highlighted the definition of his arms, and for a moment, I caught myself admiring him. Even though I had never seen his full face, there was something irresistibly attractive about him.

“Hi, Kim. Hi, Natty.”

He turned to me with a soft smile as Susy and Natty started playing, sniffing each other like old friends. Seeing them, I let go of Susy’s leash, and he did the same. The dogs dashed off to the wide lawn, their energy contagious.

“How did dinner go? Did you manage to get closer to them?” Kim asked with genuine curiosity. His tone was so warm that it felt like he was opening a door to a safe place.

“It went well. I feel like I’m starting to earn their trust. Thank you for your help; I wouldn’t have done it without you.”

I placed my hand over his on my shoulder for a moment, reaffirming my gratitude.

“I’m glad it went well for you. I wish it were as easy at my job as just inviting people to dinner,” he replied with a tired smile that hid a deeper sadness.

“What’s troubling you about work?” I asked, trying to offer him the same support he had given me.

He paused, looking toward where the dogs were playing carelessly. He seemed to be debating whether to speak or keep it to himself. Finally, he let out a sigh and admitted:

“You could say that my coworkers and I are drifting further apart. We’ve known each other for years, but now it feels like we’re strangers. It makes me nostalgic to realize that.”

We watched the dogs play, excited, as if they had known each other forever. Their carefree wagging tails and chaotic sprints seemed to reflect a pure, instant connection. I waited in silence, giving him time to gather his thoughts.

“It’s ironic,” he began, a bitter smile on his lips. “I’m distancing myself from them too. I don’t want them to realize how much their distance affects me, but I also don’t want them to feel obligated to spend time together like we used to.”

His words lingered in the air, heavy with a weight that seemed to wear him down. When he finished, he looked at me, and in his eyes, I saw a mix of vulnerability and a hint of shame for saying it out loud.

“I understand you,” I responded, trying to ease the tension. My voice came out softer than I expected, as if stepping into sacred ground.

“Before my mom passed away, my family was very close. But when she left, my dad and I drifted apart. We each tried to heal the wound she left… but we did it alone. I never tried to reach out to him, and now I regret it. My dad passed away a few years ago too, and sometimes I think about how things could’ve been if I had told him how I felt.”

The knot I felt while confessing this to Kim was strange, but at the same time, liberating. It was the first time I had talked about it with someone, and doing it with him made me feel less alone.

“I think if you reach out to them and tell them how you feel, they’ll understand,” I continued, trying to give him some hope. “I bet they feel the same. Humans are nostalgic by nature and always seek a place to return to.”

Kim gave me a small but genuine smile, and in that moment, we shared an unspoken understanding. Having someone to confide in, even for just a moment, made the burden we carried feel lighter.

To break the melancholic air, I decided to call Susy. When she saw me, she ran toward me with all her strength, wagging her tail so enthusiastically that I could almost feel the avalanche coming. Knowing she would inevitably knock me over, I ran to hide behind Kim, using him as a human shield.

The strategy, however, didn’t work. Susy slammed into him full force, knocking him backward with me trapped underneath.

“This time it wasn’t you tackling me, but your dog. You’re both a menace,” he said with a laugh as he struggled to pin me to the ground and tease me a little more.

“If you keep teasing me, people will think we’re fighting again,” I replied, laughing, finally managing to get up with his help. The night felt lighter thanks to that silly but comforting exchange.

“I think it’s time to head home. We’ll both wake up sore tomorrow,” Kim said, dusting off his clothes.

He decided to walk me to my house. But just before we arrived, a

few steps from my door, he stopped. He looked at me as if he wanted to say something but wasn’t sure. I could feel the air change around us, the kind of moment that stays in your memory long after it’s gone.

“I’m glad I met you,” he finally said, his voice soft, almost hesitant, as if afraid to say it.

My heart skipped a beat. The way he said those words, with an honesty that reached me, left me without a reply. I simply nodded, smiling, hoping my expression was enough to convey that I felt the same way.

A figure dressed entirely in black sprinted over the fence of my garden. The intruder glanced at us for a second before vanishing into the shadows.

“Hey! What are you doing?” I shouted with all the strength my surprise and fear allowed me.

The shock rooted me to the ground, as if my legs refused to respond. The reality that someone had entered my home—my private space—felt like a direct blow to the chest. Vulnerable and powerless, I could only watch as the stranger disappeared into the darkness.

“Who was that? Was it your house?” Kim asked, alarmed, his gaze darting between the direction the intruder had gone and my pale face.

Without a word, I leaned against him, unable to stand on my own from the fright. Kim didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around me, pulling me into a protective embrace that, while it couldn’t erase the fear, made me feel I wasn’t alone in that moment.

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thedeluluverse · 2 years ago

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The finale! While it isn't necessary to read the previous parts to understand the plot, it helps you understand the couple's journey. if you want to, you can read parts 1 & 2 here! Annnddd if you want their origin story, check out Burning Film!

Author’s Note: Well, that’s all for this series, folks! Let me know down below or in my always open inbox what you think! I was nervous to try a series, but this trio of prompts just works too well to be separate drabbles! Thanks always for the love and have a great weekend! I’ll be working on a couple more stories and making a list of who and what I will write so stay tuned! <3

Pairing: Jinny’s Kitchen era bf!Tae x oc!Nari.

Rating: 16+

Genre:, fluff, established relationship, series, coworker relationship

Word Count: 2,199

Warnings: none; just have tissues ready because this couple is too cute! Slight mentions of smut but nothing happens

After a week in Bacalar, Jinny’s Kitchen has created quite a reputation for itself, and word has spread that you'll be leaving tomorrow.

These factors have resulted in the busiest day yet! At day’s end, you find out that the sales were pushing $20,000; that explains the blisters on your feet.

Once everything was closed and packed up for the final time, you all had to prep it to be transported. On top of that, you had to ensure all your belongings were accounted for and set out your outfit for the flight home. You’d be damned to wake up ANY earlier than required.

Awaking on top of your comforter, unsure how you got there, you check your phone to see that your boyfriend has sent you a good night message along with an explanation as follows:

“Annyeong jagiya, you passed out not even 5 minutes into me driving, so I brought everyone else back, and then I dropped you off. I knew you wouldn’t want to dirty your sheets, which is why you are on top of your bedding. I hope you get some rest and I’ll see you tomorrow

Saranghae, Your TaeTae”

You grin at how thoughtful this man is, and your heart swells with affection for him, warming you from head to toe. While snuggling into bed is tempting, you know that today, of all days, it would be a sin not to shower first.

You decide to pamper yourself and take your time shaving, moisturizing, and doing your full skincare routine before shuffling to bed and sighing contentedly into your cool sheets.

There is just one problem: you aren’t tired the least bit. You toss, turn, and try all your usual tricks to fall asleep, but nothing works.

Feeling sentimental, you pull on a hoodie over your pajamas and head over to the communal house one last time.

Typically, you never are this emotional, but the fact that you thought you would be apart from your Tae for this song brings tears to your eyes in gratefulness for the manager’s last-minute plan. Returning from poolside reminiscing, you hear a clattering, and your anxiety skyrockets!

Did someone break in while you were outside? Was there a rat? You pull a chair from outside in and raise it, ready to deal critical damage, when you see the origin of the sounds: your boyfriend.

After heavily exhaling in relief, you lightly punch him on the shoulder, “Aish pabo, what are you doing here?!” He just cocks an eyebrow, “I could ask you the same thing, which makes you a pabo, too, yeah?”.

You roll your eyes and defend yourself, “ I just couldn’t sleep and wanted to see this place one more time. What’s your excuse?”

A slight blush crosses his features, and he tries to claim the same reason, but you see right through it; “Kim Taehyung, do not lie to me. If that were true, you wouldn’t be clattering around the kitchen. The truth, now, please.”

Rubbing the back of his neck in the embarrassment of being caught, he admits, “Okay, Nari-ah, you caught me. I was hungry and had a craving for black bean noodles, so I came here, but it looks like they packed it all up already. The clattering you heard was me rummaging through everything to see if they had misplaced it or something. Happy now?”.

You cannot help but cackle, which only causes your hungry boy to pout. “They didn’t misplace it, jagi; you ate them all.” His eyes widened in shock and horror, “b...but when we got here, there were like 12 packs. There’s no way.”

You simply nod and smile warmly at him. “We all partook, but there were a few nights you were extra hungry or tipsy and wanted noodles with your tequila.”

He slumps down onto one of the chairs by the kitchen island, looking defeated, “Oh, I am the true pabo then. I just couldn’t sleep and thought that would help, but oh well.”

You sit on his right thigh and cup his face kissing him sweetly, “Well, for what it’s worth, you’re my true pabo, and I love you as you are.”

Grinning as he kisses you back, hand guiding the back of your head closer, he abruptly pulls away. Lifting you as he gets up and places you on the seat instead, he heads toward the door.

“Um, what are you doing, Tae?”. “Well, I figured since we are both night owls, we might as well have a snack, yeah? Stay here, and I’m going to grab snacks from the closest store.”

You find it odd because why not just take you with him and go back to the hotel, but you decide just to nod your head knowing that determined look on his face.

It takes about a half hour for him to return, but he does so with more energy than you’ve seen in over a week. Wordlessly, he picks you up and places you in the car; as he buckles your seatbelt for you, you place a hand over his. “Jagi, where are the snacks? Why am I in the car?”

He kisses your nose and says, “Don’t worry, babe, I got you. Just trust me.”

Ignoring the fact that neither of your questions got answered upon feeling the butterflies in your stomach flutter over him being this close to you and how secure you are with him, you grin and giggle, giving him a wink.

As you head down the road, you notice it looks a lot like the route to the restaurant. There’s a reason for that: it is.

Tae parks the car, sees your confused expression, places a finger to his lips, and goes around the car to take your hand and lead you with his other hand covering your eyes.

You smell vanilla and start to open your mouth to question what on earth he has done when he whispers into your ear, “Please just wait, jagiya, it’s a surprise.”

Once he has led you up the stairs, he instructs you to keep your eyes closed until he says otherwise, which you comply with.

After the longest 10 seconds of your life, you are allowed to open your eyes, and what a sight! Candles on every flat surface and there’s the softest array of thick comforters, blankets, and pillows where the chairs were just a few hours ago. All of that is second best to the view in front of you.

Your boyfriend is on one knee with the ring he knows you have been drooling over since he has known you and bought it even before being yours officially.

He isn’t sure whether it was his way of trying to manifest or just being sure that you got what you wanted, whether that was ever him or not.

Tears start to well up in your eyes again as you fully take in the scene and start to open your mouth to say, “I do,” but not before Tae puts up a hand to halt your action. He clears his throat, takes a deep breath, then says

“Nari, my life has been permanently altered for the better since you came into my life. The day we fell in the field, I knew you were special. I instantly fell for you but doubted you felt the same way, so I didn’t say anything until I almost lost you. I realized that day that strictly friendship was not an option. The idea of anyone else claiming they know you as well as I do got my mind blurry with rage. I bought this the first week I knew you once I saw how your eyes shone more dazzling than this jewel upon seeing it. I know it may be too soon, but I will wait my entire life for you jagiya. Nobody else will ever be able to compare to my brightest star. So, I humbly ask you, will you spend the rest of your life with me? Will you marry me, Nari-ah?”

Falling to your knees with tears streaming down your face as you wrap your arms around his neck, you look into his eyes with your forehead on his and mutter out, “Of course, I will, my prince!” in between ecstatic sobs.

You sit back on your knees as he points out every detail and, finally, the inscription saying, “My Star.” He then affixes the ring to your finger, and you admire it for a moment, then hug him with such force that he falls onto his back, holding you tightly with him.

You are both giggling with relief and how surreal this has all been for what feels like an hour, but it was only about 10 minutes. Once you have both caught your breath, you prop yourself up on his chest with the flames of the candles shimmering in the gem on your finger and ask, “How did you do all of this so quickly? What made you do this now? What if I hadn’t been at the house too?”

He explains that he had packed all of this stuff so you wouldn’t find it while he was gone because he wanted to propose once he got home, but once you showed up, his plan was seemingly at risk.

Upon seeing you at the house, the secondary plan was formulated in his mind. If you hadn’t been there, he would’ve brought everything back home and continued with his original plan.

For the next two hours, you both reminisce on all the last few months' memories and reflect on fate's craftiness. If either of you had been in another place that day in the field, he might have never met the love of his life, and you never landed your dream job.

After resting in his protective embrace, staring up at the stars through the glass ceiling, you finally feel at complete peace and are about to doze off. He notices this and points up, “Jagiya, what do you think of the view?”

You slightly shake yourself more conscious and answer, “I adore it! We can never see the stars this clearly at home.” Your brat mode kicks in, and you question him, “Do you see the stars now, or are you still blind?” (referencing his line in Airplane pt. 2).

He just smirks and shakes his head, “Aish, just wait until we are home. I’ll give you the attitude adjustment of your life. Especially now that you are officially mine forever, expect the events of the other day in the kitchen times 10, my good girl.”

Successfully rendering you speechless, he answers your query, “As for the stars, I barely notice them. You are the brightest star in my life and outshine the entire galaxy one-hundred-fold, my Nari Starry.”

You nuzzle into his chest, and he feels you smile against him, wishing he could freeze this moment forever. But not completely, as he cannot wait to see what the rest of his life with you will entail.

He can’t wait to tell the rest of the crew since they’ve known about his plan for weeks and have had to play it cool but have been rooting for you since you met them a month or so ago.

Feeling you drift off, he slightly nudges you awake and picks you up to place you in the car while he resets the dining room and packs the car with the enchanted scene.

He returns to your hotel room and decides he will get your car tomorrow. For now, he craves nothing more than to be snuggled up to his new fiancé.

As he settles in next to you, he kisses your temple tenderly and wraps his arm around your waist, placing his hand over yours. A few seconds pass, and he swears he just heard you giggle. Leaning in closer, he whispers, “Jagiya, are you dreaming?”

You squeak in surprise, thinking he was fast asleep, and try to ignore him and act asleep, but he knows you too well. He leans over your face and sees the huge smile on your face, poking your cheek and making you break character.

You roll onto your back, cackling, and this poor sleep-deprived boy is so confused, wondering if she should be worried about you or not.

You see his expression, assure him that you are fine, and settle yourself down, “I just have one question, jagi.” “Yes? What is it, my love?” “Since I am your fiancé now, does that mean I am promoted?” you burst into a giggle fit again, causing him to cock an eyebrow amusedly while nodding. “I guess you can say that my silly goose, but in Jinny’s Kitchen, you are still the greenest intern.”

Deeply chuckling, you shut him up, peppering his face with kisses until he grabs your chin and kisses you until you both nod off and pay no mind to the alarms that will be going off in about 3 hours.

Nothing could make tonight not worth it, and neither of you have ever been more thankful for anything than for the second wind that kickstarted the second half of your lives together.

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linnitheo · 9 months ago

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Hidden in the Stars

Taehyung x Y/N Fanfiction:

Y/N POV

It felt surreal, standing at the edge of the stage, watching the mass of flashing lights, roaring fans, and the blur of thousands of faces cheering for BTS. I had seen this before, millions of times on TV and online, but being here, so close to the chaos and magic of it all—it felt like a dream.

And yet, it was real. It was my reality now. The stage lights illuminated the seven figures performing with flawless energy, but my eyes were glued to one person: Taehyung. The way he moved, his presence on stage, the deep, husky tone of his voice—it captivated me. But what really made my heart race was the way he would steal glances at me from time to time, like a secret we shared that no one else could see.

How did I end up here?

Flashback, one year earlier:

I had always been passionate about music, working as a production assistant for various concerts and events. When the opportunity came to work for Bighit Music, I couldn’t believe my luck. I didn’t think much of the BTS connection at first—I knew they were global superstars, but I had my job to focus on. That is, until the day I first met them.

It was at a rehearsal. I was running around, fixing last-minute technical issues, making sure everything was perfect. And then I saw him. Taehyung.

At first, it was just a fleeting glance. He had this effortless charisma that made it hard not to notice him. But I brushed it off. I wasn’t here to fangirl; I was here to work. That night, however, things changed.

I was in the equipment room, organizing cables when the door swung open, and Taehyung stepped inside. For a moment, we both froze. He gave me a soft smile and said, “You’re the one who makes everything run smoothly, huh?”

I laughed, feeling a little embarrassed. “I try.”

From that moment, a quiet connection formed. Every time we crossed paths, he’d make a small comment, ask how my day was going, or simply smile in my direction. It felt innocent at first, but over time, those small moments turned into longer conversations.

Present Day, Y/N POV

The concert was over, and the crowd’s cheers echoed through the walls of the stadium. I slipped backstage, my heart still racing from the energy of the performance. I had a job to do—packing up equipment, coordinating with staff—but I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

I made my way to the dressing rooms, where the boys were cooling down after the intense performance. As I approached, I saw Taehyung leaning against the wall, talking to one of the staff members. When he saw me, his eyes lit up in a way that made my stomach flutter. He excused himself from the conversation and walked over to me, his voice low, meant just for me.

"Busy night?" he asked, his eyes gleaming under the soft lights.

I nodded, trying to maintain my composure. "Yeah, as always. But you guys killed it out there."

He smiled, his signature boxy grin that made my heart melt every time. "Thanks. You should have been out there watching. I could feel you backstage."

Before I could respond, we were interrupted by one of the managers calling Taehyung for a quick debrief. He gave me a small nod before walking away, but not without a final glance that lingered longer than it should have.

Taehyung POV

As I sat in the dressing room, listening to the managers talk about the logistics of the next leg of our tour, my mind wandered to Y/N. I couldn’t help it. Over the past year, she had become this quiet presence in my life, one I wasn’t expecting but couldn’t ignore.

She wasn’t like anyone else I’d met before. There was something so real about her—no pretense, no expectations. She treated me like I was just a guy doing his job, not the Taehyung that millions of people screamed for. And for someone like me, who was constantly in the spotlight, that was priceless.

But I also knew the risks. Being a part of BTS meant every move I made was scrutinized. Our private lives were hardly our own, and the media would have a field day if they caught wind of my feelings for Y/N. Still, I couldn’t deny it any longer. I was falling for her. Hard.

After the meeting, I found her near the equipment truck, carefully organizing some of the gear. I took a deep breath, walking up to her with purpose.

“Y/N,” I said softly.

She looked up, surprised. “Hey, everything okay?”

I nodded, stepping closer. There were people around, but I didn’t care. “Can we talk? Somewhere private?”

She blinked, a little confused but nodded. “Sure.”

We found a quiet spot outside, where the cool night air contrasted the heat of the stadium. I could hear the distant hum of the city, but out here, it felt like we were in our own world.

“I can’t keep pretending anymore,” I blurted out, feeling my heart pound in my chest.

She frowned, clearly confused. “Pretending?”

“That we’re just friends, that I don’t feel something more for you,” I continued, my words rushing out now. “I think about you all the time, Y/N. I don’t know when it happened, but I can’t stop it. And I don’t want to.”

There was a long pause. Her eyes were wide, searching my face for something, and I suddenly felt vulnerable in a way I hadn’t felt in years.

“Taehyung…” she began, her voice soft, unsure. “This… this isn’t simple. Your life, the media… it’s all too complicated.”

“I know,” I admitted, stepping closer to her, “but that doesn’t change how I feel. We can figure it out, together.”

Y/N POV

His words hit me like a tidal wave, knocking the breath out of me. I had always felt something for him, but I had convinced myself it was just admiration, a silly crush that would fade. But hearing him say he felt the same—everything suddenly became real. Too real.

I took a step back, shaking my head. “Taehyung, your life is in the spotlight. I don’t think I can handle that. The fans, the media… I’m just a regular person. This could ruin everything for you.”

He reached out, gently taking my hand. His touch was warm, grounding, and despite everything swirling in my mind, I felt safe.

“I don’t care about any of that,” he said softly. “You make me feel like myself, Y/N. Not Taehyung from BTS, but just… me.”

My heart ached with how sincere he sounded, but fear still gnawed at the edges of my thoughts. “But what if—”

Before I could finish, we heard a loud noise nearby, like someone had knocked over a piece of equipment. We both froze, eyes scanning the area, and that’s when we saw him—a man in a hoodie, crouched low, holding a camera. A paparazzo.

“Oh no…” I whispered, my stomach dropping.

Taehyung’s face darkened as he realized what was happening. Without a word, he grabbed my hand, pulling me with him as we started running. The man chased after us, his camera clicking furiously.

Taehyung POV

I could hear the footsteps behind us, the sound of the camera capturing every moment as we ran through the maze of equipment and staff. My heart was pounding, but not from fear—anger surged through me. How had they found us here?

I pulled Y/N closer, trying to shield her from the relentless photographer. This was exactly what I wanted to avoid. The invasion of privacy, the way they would twist this moment into something ugly.

We ducked into a nearby storage room, slamming the door behind us. Both of us were breathing heavily, adrenaline coursing through our veins.

“Are you okay?” I asked, my voice rough from running.

Y/N nodded, though her eyes were filled with worry. “What happens now? He… he got pictures of us.”

I clenched my jaw, frustration bubbling up. “I’ll handle it. I’ll talk to the company. But Y/N, I don’t want you to be scared of this. I’ll protect you.”

She looked at me with wide eyes, the weight of everything settling in. “Taehyung, this isn’t just about me. Your career, your life… are you really willing to risk all of that?”

Without hesitation, I stepped closer, cupping her face in my hands. “I’m willing to risk it for you.”

Y/N POV

The intensity in his eyes made me believe him. In that moment, it felt like the world had narrowed down to just us. The chaos of the past few minutes, the fear of the media, it all seemed to melt away as I looked into his eyes.

I didn’t know what the future held. I didn’t know if we could really survive the pressure of his fame, the scrutiny of the public, but I knew one thing—I loved him.

Slowly, I leaned in, closing the gap between us. Our lips met, soft and gentle at first, but filled with all the emotion we’d been holding back for so long. It felt like the most natural thing in the world, like this was where

we were meant to be.

When we pulled back, Taehyung rested his forehead against mine, his breath warm against my skin.

“No matter what happens, I’m not letting go of you,” he whispered.

And in that moment, I believed him.

End

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死 KKANGPAE | #13 死

† the wound that always bleeds †

"Like a mathematical equation, turns out sleeping next to a warm body has always been the solution, which to Jungkook is ironic. Just how ironic it is to Taehyung, that Jeon keeps pretending he's above everything and everyone."

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word count: 6,5k

rating: mature

content: walk of shame (not), sharing secrets, best friend gossip, 8 hours of sleep for jeon (yay), v's sadistic streak shining through, v being a psychotic lil' shit, takama stepping in to save the day, v ruining lives for the fun of it and jimin being too soft for his own good (why do i always do this shit to jimin bro)

☠ author's note ☠

First of all, Kiki Nation on Tumblr is FUCKING UNHINGED. The goal was 200 notes and it took y'all less than 24 hours. I'm flabbergasted. But also it was smut so... understandable. I see you, horny little gremlins. I respect your dedication.

So here's chapter 13! (I had to proofread this while revising tax law so if something doesn't make sense, it's your fault somehow. Don't question my logic.)

AHHHHH I finally got to show off V's more psychotic nature! His little sadistic side coming out to play! He's such a little shit I love him. Writing characters with mental instability is my emotional support activity.

Well well well, things are slowly unveiling, huh? So what the fuck happened?! Who is Sylvia?! WHAT IS GOING ON?!

That's for me to know and you to lose sleep over for now (◕��◕✿)

You know, sometimes I genuinely forget you don't have access to the absolute chaos that is my brain. Like it's genuinely hard for me to understand this from an outside perspective because I have the whole plot mapped out in excruciating detail, but you're still in the dark and it's like—is it too obvious? Is it too vague? AM I BEING COHERENT?

The eternal struggle of writing mysteries when you already know the answer. It's like trying to play poker while everyone can see your cards except you think they can't but maybe they can a little bit?? This is why I don't sleep.

Anyway, that's it for now! Love you all, you enablers of my questionable coping mechanisms! (ง •̀_•́)ง

EDIT: If you haven’t read the prologue… you must. Otherwise this is going to be hard to understand bahahaha.

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The alarm rips through your dreams like a knife, and god—you've never hated a sound more in your life.

Your eyelids feel like they're made of lead, your body heavy with the kind of bone-deep exhaustion that comes from... well. Last night's activities.

The blankets are so warm, and you smell like pine and sex and masculine. Just five more minutes...

Then reality bitch-slaps you awake. You're in Jeon's tent. At dawn. Which is exactly where you're not supposed to be.

His leg is thrown over yours, arm draped across your waist like he's trying to keep you there. It's almost... cute?

No, not cute. Definitely not cute. Just annoying. And inconvenient.

You nudge him with your elbow, trying to wiggle free without fully waking him. The grunt he makes is surprisingly soft.

"Stay still..." His voice is rough with sleep, half-muffled against your shoulder. "Just five more minutes. Let me doze off again before you go."

You huff but stop moving. It's just five minutes, right? Not like anyone's awake yet anyway. And he's so warm, his breath steady against your skin.

It's... nice. In a way that's probably dangerous.

His breathing evens out quickly, dropping back into sleep. The mighty Chief Jeon, passed out and cuddling. If you weren't so tired, you'd probably laugh.

When you finally ease out from under him, his body twitches slightly—this tiny, unconscious movement that's so unexpectedly human.

It's so weird seeing him like this, soft and sleep-warm skin. Almost makes you forget he's the gang's deadliest assassin.

Or one of them, if you consider V.

Better not tell Jeon you thought that, anyway.

You wiggle back into your clothes as quietly as possible, trying not to wake him—leggings, panties, bra, that stupid crewneck that started all this. No need to give the rest of the camp a morning show.

You crawl out of his tent like the trained seductress you are—silent and graceful. Well, as graceful as anyone can be at ass o'clock in the morning.

The camp is dead quiet except for the occasional snore from distant tents.

Your heart doesn't stop hammering until you're safely away from his tent. The morning air hits your skin, fresh and sharp, washing away the lingering scent of pine and sex.

With each step, you build up that sense of normalcy that someone who didn't fuck a chief last night should wear. No walk of shame here—just a perfectly normal morning stroll. Nothing to see.

The portable table catches your eye as you pass—someone's left out water bottles and snacks like offerings to the gods of late-night hookups. You grab a bottle, the plastic cool against your palm. The water helps, but it doesn't quite wash away the taste of him.

Not that you're thinking about that. Nope. Not at all.

You take another sip of water, trying to convince yourself you're totally fine with how things went down.

(You're not.)

Because seriously—what kind of assassin doesn't carry protection? The absolute audacity of Jeon, walking around looking like that, with those hands and that mouth and those fucking bedroom eyes, and not being prepared?

Criminal. Actually criminal.

Not that you're thinking about his hands. Or his mouth. Or the way he'd worked you up so perfectly, taking you apart piece by piece until you were shaking.

You drain half the water bottle in one go, but it doesn't help. Your body's still humming with leftover want, still craving more than just grinding and kisses.

Because fuck—it was good, but you know it could've been better. Could've had him filling you up, stretching you open, making you see stars...

If only he had brought condoms with him.

"Fucking hell," you mutter, slightly crushing bottle. The plastic crackles satisfyingly in your grip.

You can't even properly be mad at him. Not when he'd made sure you came first, not when he'd been so attentive to every little sound and movement.

But still.

The fact that you'd been this close to getting properly railed by Chief Jeon, only to be cockblocked by his own lack of preparation?

Infuriating.

Your core throbs at the memory of his cock pressed against you, at how big he'd felt even through layers of fabric. God, the things he could've done to you if he'd just—

Fucking stupid sniper. The audacity of leaving you wanting more.

And oh, there will be a next time. You're getting that dick properly, even if you have to staple condoms to his fucking forehead.

Because someone who looks like that and kisses like that and uses his hands like that? Yeah. You're not done with him yet.

"Good morning."

JM's soft voice yanks you out of your definitely-not-horny thoughts. He looks adorably rumpled, all oversized sweater and messy salmon hair. His cheeks are pink from the cold morning air, making him look even softer than usual.

"Morning," you manage, grateful that your voice sounds normal.

He takes a sip from his own water bottle and you mirror him, mostly to have something to do with your hands.

"Sleep well?" You ask because it's polite, and also because talking about sleep is way better than thinking about what you were doing instead of sleeping last night.

His smile is warm and genuine. "Yeah, I did. And you?"

"Yeah." You nod, aiming for casual.

Like you didn't spend half the night grinding against Chief fucking Jeon. Like you're not still feeling the ghost of his hands on your skin.

Just a normal morning chat. Nothing to see here.

You give JM a quick wave and head back to your tent, trying not to look suspicious. Like you didn't just spend the night getting railed—well, almost railed by his coworker.

God, that's weird to think about.

When you peek inside, Yunjin's already stirring, one eye cracked open in the dim light.

"Y/N?" Her voice is thick with sleep.

"Yeah, it's me." You whisper back, watching her untangle herself from Eunchae, who's apparently decided Yunjin makes an excellent teddy bear.

It's kind of adorable, actually.

She sits up slowly, rubbing her eyes. When she looks at you again, her brow furrows.

"You didn't sleep here?"

You open your mouth, ready to spill everything—about Jeon's hands and his mouth and how fucking good he'd been—but snap it shut. Not exactly tent-appropriate conversation.

"No."

Her eyes go wide, and she leans in close. "Did you sleep outside? In the freezing cold?"

"No, no, I didn't sleep—" You cut yourself off, suddenly very aware of all the sleeping bodies around you.

The tent walls might as well be tissue paper when it comes to privacy. A quick check outside confirms you're clear.

You duck back in, keeping your voice low. "We can't talk about this here."

You can see the exact moment sleep leaves Yunjin's eye, replaced by that familiar spark of gossip-hungry curiosity. Her lips curl into a grin that says she knows something juicy is coming.

"Okay, I'll be ready in 5." She's already reaching for her clothes, suddenly very awake.

You duck out of the tent to give her privacy, leaning against a nearby pine tree. The bark digs into your back through your clothes, but you welcome the discomfort. Keeps you from getting lost in memories of other things that were digging into you last night...

Nope. Not thinking about Jeon's hands. Or his mouth. Or the way he'd—

Fuck.

When Yunjin finally emerges, her pink hair is a mess and she's practically vibrating with curiosity. You tilt your head toward the edge of camp, where the trees grow thicker. Perfect for spilling secrets that definitely shouldn't reach certain ears.

You find a fallen log away from the other tents, tucked between snow-dusted pines. The wood is freezing through your pants, but whatever. Some things are worth a cold ass.

Yunjin plops down next to you, already leaning in close. She smells like campfire smoke and cotton candy.

"So, what's going on? You look like you've been through hell and back."

More like heaven and back, but you're not about to say that out loud.

You take a deep breath, trying to organize your thoughts. The memory of his hands, his mouth, his everything makes your pulse skip.

"Jeon happened."

"Jeon?" Yunjin's eyebrows shoot up so fast they nearly disappear into her forehead. "As in, Mr. I'll-Kill-You-With-My-Thumb Jeon? That Jeon? What the hell did he do now?"

There's teasing in her voice but you catch the flash of concern in her eye.

Sweet, but unnecessary.

"He didn't do anything... wrong." God, your face is burning. "We were alone and things got... intense."

"Intense how?" She draws out the words, scoffing. "Did you two fight each other to death—?"

"It's not like that." You cut her off before she can get carried away. "I mean, we did fight at first but then—well—"

You gesture vaguely, like that explains everything.

"We didn't plan it. It just... happened."

"What happened?"

She crosses her arms, looking supremely unconvinced. Then, presses her lips together, biting back a smile.

"So what, you got stuck and stepbro came to your rescue—"

"Yunjin!" You slap a hand over her mouth, mortified.

Your skin's still tingling with phantom touches and she's out here making porn references? You drop your hand with a scowl that's only half-serious.

Looking anywhere but at her knowing grin, you mutter, "it was mutual."

The words come out barely above a whisper, like saying it too loud might summon him. Or worse—his ego.

Yunjin's smirk turns absolutely feral. "Oh my god, I knew there was something brewing between you two since the croissant thing. Come on, spill the dirty details."

You laugh, but your neck's getting hot just thinking about it. Leaning closer, you drop your voice even lower.

"Well, one minute we were fighting, and the next..."

You tell her about his hands, his mouth, the way he'd taken you apart piece by piece. How every touch had felt like lightning under your skin.

"He's like a fucking storm," you try to explain, but words feel inadequate.

How do you describe the tempest that is Jeon?

"And?" She's practically bouncing now, pink hair falling in her face as she leans in.

"And it was... intense. Like our bodies just clicked, you know? The way he touched me, the way he moved..."

"Holy shit." Yunjin lets out a low whistle. "Sounds like Chief Murder-Eyes knows how to fuck. I'm almost jealous."

You can't help but laugh, relief flooding through you at finally being able to talk about it. "I mean, we didn't actually—you know. No condoms. But still, with everything going on... with the gang and the rules..."

"Well, it's just fucking, right?" She cuts in, voice matter-of-fact. "You didn't break any rules."

Her words hit different, reassuring—exactly what you'd said to Jeon last night.

Right. No strings attached. Just two people scratching an itch.

"Yeah." You shrug, aiming for casual. "Just some good ol' fucking."

Yunjin's laugh is warm, understanding. "Well then, there's nothing to worry about. Just be careful. Jeon's not just any guy. From what I've heard, he's got layers, and not all of them are pretty."

You snort, rolling your eyes.

"Pffft, I know." You lean back. "I only have eyes for the pretty. And his dick."

That sets you both off cackling like teenagers sharing secrets behind the bleachers. It feels good to laugh about it, to make light of something that could've been way more complicated.

Yunjin stands, brushing pine needles off her pants. "Well, I gotta head back before they start sending out search parties for us. But we'll talk more about this later, yeah?"

"Yeah, later."

You're grateful she's not making a bigger deal out of this than it is. Just two adults having some mind-blowing- well, almost mind-blowing sex. No feelings, no drama.

She punches your shoulder playfully before heading back to camp, leaving you alone with memories of callouses on your skin and that fucking lip ring against your mouth.

Not that you're thinking about round two.

The early morning light bleeds through the tent, and for the first time—his eyes are not open to perceive it.

Jungkook stirs slowly, consciousness creeping in like the dawn. His hand reaches out, seeking the familiar cold touch of his phone screen.

Eight hours of uninterrupted sleep.

Eight fucking hours without a single nightmare clawing at his mind. No cold sweats, no jolting awake with a scream lodged in his throat.

Just... peace.

His eyes drift to the empty space beside him, still holding a ghost of warmth where you had been. The indent in his pillow, the lingering scent of chai tea mixed with his pine—evidence that last night wasn't just a fevered dream.

Interesting.

The tactician in him can't help but analyze this development.

Eight hours of proper sleep, achieved simply by having another body next to his. The data suggests a correlation worth exploring. It's purely scientific interest, of course —nothing to do with how your quiet breathing had somehow matched his own, creating a rhythm that had lulled him into the deepest sleep he'd had in months.

His lips twitch, almost forming a smile.

Who would have thought that the solution to his insomnia would be so... straightforward?

Just add another warm body to the equation.

Simple.

Efficient.

The gang's best sniper, finally getting proper rest because of a quick hookup.

There's probably irony in there somewhere.

Jungkook stretches, feeling unusually light. His muscles are loose, relaxed in a way that has nothing to do with the previous night's activities.

Well, not entirely due to them.

Eight hours.

He could get used to this.

Jungkook sits up, letting the cool morning air hit his skin. Eight hours of actual sleep has him feeling... different. Not better, exactly. Just less like death warmed over.

He takes his time straightening his tent—a habit drilled into him and not voluntarily.

When he makes it outside, the camp is quiet except for the occasional bird call. His hands find his pockets as he heads toward the mess area, following the siren call of caffeine. The neat row of coffee cans almost makes up for sleeping on the ground.

Almost.

But then he sees V.

And just like that, his rare good mood evaporates.

Evaporates fast.

Jungkook's tongue clicks—automatic. His body already tightens before his mind even catches up. For a second, he considers turning back, caffeine be damned. But no. That'd hand the bastard a win, and Jeon doesn't hand out victories before breakfast.

V's lounging like he owns the clearing. Hair a tousled mess, skin flushed from either a fight or a fuck—Jeon doesn't care which. He just notes the details, stores them. It's habit. Just another target to assess.

The bastard tracks his approach with lazy, half-lidded eyes and that signature smirk—like he already knows he's about to ruin something.

Jungkook grabs a can off the table. Doesn't even look at V yet.

"Had fun last night?" The words come out dry, flat. No bite. Just noise.

V lifts his chin, amused. "Some of us don't need to buy intimacy with imported espresso machines."

Jungkook opens the can with a sharp hiss. Keeps his eyes on the label. "Didn't realize desperation was charming now."

"I call it efficiency." V stretches his arms overhead, exposing fresh marks on his throat. "In and out. Simple. No cleanup. You should try it—might loosen that iron rod you've got jammed up your spine."

Jungkook takes a slow sip of bitter coffee and finally looks at him. "You're bleeding self-worth all over the ground. Try wiping it up before someone slips."

V laughs, delighted. "There he is. I was starting to worry you'd gone full ghost. Thought maybe you finally snapped and joined the meditation club upstairs."

Jungkook doesn't answer. He's already turning away, walking slowly toward the edge of camp—toward the trees. Not far. Just enough distance to mute V's noise.

Of course, V follows. He always does.

"You know what your real problem is?" V's voice floats lazily behind him. "You think control's the same thing as peace."

Jungkook says nothing. Another sip. The coffee's still shit. V's steps crunch through the grass behind him. Closer now.

"But it's not. You're not calm, Jeon. You're just buried."

Jungkook stops. Just briefly. Looks up at the sky like it might offer patience.

V grins, eyes glittering. "Bet it gets lonely. All that quiet. All that nobility. Ever wonder why no one's lining up to warm your bed these days?"

Jungkook doesn't flinch. Just watches a bird take off from the trees. "Didn't realize we were counting bodies now. Thought you preferred keeping score in blood."

"Oh, I do," V murmurs, stepping beside him, too close. "But you—God, you used to have heat, you know that? Used to burn. Now it's all smoke and mirrors. All that rage shoved behind protocol and detachment."

Jungkook doesn't look at him, but his hand tightens around the can.

V keeps pushing, voice sweet as poison. "You used to laugh. Fuck, remember that? You'd stay up past curfew, cheat on drills, get into knife fights for fun. Now look at you—clockwork killer with a loyalty complex."

"You done?" Jungkook's voice is sharp now. Controlled, but edged.

"Not even close." V steps in front of him, cuts off the path. "See, I get it now. You stopped fucking because you can't do casual anymore. Too dangerous, right? Someone breathes near you and you start imagining futures."

Jungkook's jaw tightens.

V leans forward. "What was it RM said? 'Attachment makes you weak'? Or did you have to learn that one the hard way?"

"Careful," Jungkook says, low.

V just smiles. "I'm not touching your secrets, Jeon. Just pointing out the obvious. You're terrified of getting close again. You think if you fuck anyone, they'll catch feelings. Or worse—you will."

Jungkook doesn't blink. Doesn't speak. But the can in his hand dents slightly under his grip.

V notices. Of course he does.

"I mean, maybe that's why no one touches you anymore." He tilts his head, mock-thoughtful. "Not because you're intimidating. Not because you're better. But because they all see it—the grief in your bones. The guilt. Like it might rub off."

"You talk a lot for someone with nothing to say."

V grins, stepping aside, letting him pass. "And you say nothing hoping it makes you mysterious. But guess what, Jeon? I see right through that bullshit."

Jungkook exhales slowly through his nose. The air is cool, the trees just ahead. He keeps walking. He doesn't rise. Not yet.

But V's still behind him.

And he's not done.

Jungkook moves, calm steps through dew-soaked grass. The can in his hand hisses with pressure, dented from his grip, but he doesn't look back.

"You know what your problem is, Jeon?" V's voice cuts through the morning air, sing-song soft. "You're so far up your own ass you can't see what a joke you've become."

Jungkook doesn't bother with a glance. Just takes another sip of his shitty coffee. Tries to drown out the taste of chai from his tongue.

"The perfect soldier," V continues, pacing a few feet behind, voice louder now. "Marching in lockstep behind Commander like a good little ghost. You think if you bleed enough for RM, he'll forgive you for what you let slip through your fingers?"

Still no answer. Just another sip of that bitter, mass-produced garbage. Jungkook focuses on the taste—the chemical bitterness coating his tongue, sharp and synthetic. Easier to focus on that than the ache V's voice digs up.

"Nothing to say?" V's tone lifts, faux-curious. "Come on, where's that famous discipline now? Or did you leave it behind in your tent last night?"

The can pauses mid-sip. Barely a hitch. Just one second too long.

Jungkook lowers it slowly. "Your obsession with where I sleep is weird. Maybe try journaling."

V grins wide behind him, practically skipping to keep up now. "You're right. I should write this all down—'Jeon, once fierce and unfiltered, now drinks piss-coffee and pretends not to feel anything.' Bestseller."

"You done with the poetry?"

"Almost," V chirps. "Just wanted to make sure you knew everyone sees it. The way you're chasing scraps of forgiveness like a dog with its tail between its legs. You used to lead the escapades. Now you just brood and play pretend."

Jungkook stops walking.

V nearly collides with him, amused.

"Touch a nerve?" he murmurs.

Jungkook's head tilts slightly, eyes still forward. "You should work on new material. The old lines are starting to bore me."

V steps around him, circling like a vulture. "That's the thing about ghosts, Jeon. They're repetitive. They just haunt the same places. Same faces."

Jungkook's eyes shift. Cold. Level.

"You sound jealous."

V barks a laugh. It's short, sharp, too loud for the quiet trees.

"Of what? Your sad, monk-ass existence? Nah. I just miss the guy who could take a punch and throw three back."

"He grew up," Jungkook replies coolly. "Maybe you should try it."

"Nah," V says, too quickly. "That guy didn't grow up. He crawled into a cage and slammed the door shut."

Jungkook takes a step forward, chest brushing V's shoulder as he passes. "Or maybe he realized some things aren't worth fighting for anymore."

"Oh?" V pivots, stalking behind again. "Like loyalty? Brotherhood? Control?"

Jungkook doesn't turn. "Like noise."

V's smirk sharpens. "Funny you mention that. Because the silence after you let her die? That was deafening."

That stops him.

One step shy of the treeline.

Jungkook doesn't move, but something in the air shifts. Not loud. Not visible.

Just cold.

Real cold.

He sets the coffee can down on a mossy rock, slow and steady. Wipes his hand once on his thigh.

"You sure you want to go there?" he says, soft as snowfall.

V's smile flickers. Not with fear—he doesn't do fear—but with pleasure.

This is what he came for.

"I'm just saying," V hums, circling again, low and lazy. "You've been pretending for so long. Pretending she didn't matter. Pretending you're fine. Pretending you're not still clawing your way out of that night like it didn't gut you."

Jungkook says nothing.

But his silence means something now.

"I was there, Jeon," V says, inching closer. "You looked at me like I'd ripped out your heart and eaten it."

"You did," Jungkook murmurs. Still not looking at him.

"And yet," V's voice softens to a whisper, "you still didn't pull the trigger."

"Because you weren't worth it."

V snickers. "That's not what your eyes said."

Jungkook turns his head slowly. "No. That's what restraint looks like. Something you wouldn't recognize if it slit your throat."

V's lips curve, crooked and violent. "But you wanted to. You still want to."

Another long pause. Jungkook's jaw flexes once.

"Not as much as I want to forget you ever mattered."

And that—that hits.

V's grin falters. Just for a split second. The moment is small, but Jungkook catches it. He always catches everything.

Then, it changes again. V watches him like a cat watches a cornered bird. Head tilted. Smiling like he knows what's coming, and he's going to savor every second of it.

"You know what's funny," V says, voice maddeningly casual, "I always wondered if that was the problem."

Jungkook doesn't bite. Doesn't blink.

V goes on. "Not the rule-breaking. Not the secrecy. But who you broke the rule for."

Jungkook's gaze sharpens. Just a sliver. Just enough.

V catches it, of course. "Maybe if it had been someone else. Someone... less delicate. Maybe then, I'd have understood."

Jungkook's jaw shifts—tightens, releases.

"You picked soft," V continues. "You always hated soft. But that's what you chose. That's who you let in."

"Don't," Jungkook says quietly.

But V's already grinning, teeth and cruelty.

"God, what was her name again? It's been so long." He taps his chin mockingly. "Right there. Tip of my tongue."

Jungkook turns away. Starts walking.

He needs to get away from that sicko before he does something stupid.

"Don't go yet," V calls behind him, voice lilting like this is a game. "Help me out, will you? Dark hair? Big eyes? Always looked like she was about to break?"

Each step Jungkook takes feels heavier now. Like the gravity around him's been recalibrated.

"Jeon," V sings. "C'mon. Starts with an 'S,' right? S... Ssssss—shit, it's gonna bug me all day if you don't help."

Jungkook stops walking. Doesn't turn.

"V."

One word. Dead calm. A warning that sounds like the moment before a trigger snaps.

But V doesn't stop. He never does.

"Wait—don't tell me—Sarah? No. Sophie?" He's grinning now, wide and unhinged. "No no no, it was something sweeter than that, wasn't it? Something fragile."

Jungkook's whole body goes still. His shoulders square. Not aggressive. Not defensive.

Bracing.

"I won't tell you again."

"Oh, don't be like that." V's voice drops to a near-whisper. "We're just reminiscing."

"You say it," Jungkook murmurs, quiet enough that the wind almost eats it. "And this conversation takes a very different turn."

"Isn't that the fun part?" He replies.

Jungkook turns back to walk away. But before he can do just that, V opens his mouth again.

"No, wait, wait, wait! I remember it now."

V tilts his head, feigning thought, acting like he just got enlightened by the powers above.

Then—

"Sylvia."

The name detonates behind Jungkook's eyes.

He moves before he even registers it—before thought can catch up to instinct. One hand fisting V's collar, the other slamming him into the nearest tree with bone-rattling force.

His voice is low. Controlled. Deadly.

"I told you," he breathes, "to shut the fuck up."

V chokes out a laugh, even as Jeon's forearm presses against his throat. His smile is bloody, triumphant.

This is exactly what he wanted.

"There he is," V wheezes. "Knew you still remembered."

Jungkook tightens his grip.

"You don't get to tarnish her name with your mouth."

"Oh come on," V gasps, grin never faltering. "You're the one who made her matter."

Another inch and V's feet almost leave the ground. Jungkook's pulse is thunder in his ears. Vision tunneled, voice low.

"You don't touch her memory."

V's eyes shine with something unholy. "Why not? You left it out in the open."

Jungkook doesn't say anything. He just breathes—through his nose, slow, controlled—because if he doesn't, he'll crush the bastard's windpipe right here and now.

"You never even cried for her," V says, voice straining now. "Not once. I watched you. All that grief, and nothing came out but silence."

"Shut up."

"She begged for you, Jeon." V's voice slips into a mocking lilt. "Right before I pulled the trigger."

His hands go up, mimicking the movement of guns. Two fingers, cocked and pointed.

"Bang. Bang." V grins. "Guess some lessons need to be learned twice."

Jungkook's fist curls tight, shakes from the effort of not slamming it into V's face.

"She looked at you," V whispers, "and said thank you."

That's it.

Jungkook lets go of his throat—and punches him hard enough to split skin across V's jaw.

Bone cracks under knuckles. Blood spatters across bark. V staggers, but he's laughing—fucking laughing—as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Fucking finally" he slurs through red teeth. "Welcome back, Kooks."

Jungkook doesn't hesitate.

The second punch lands even harder than the first—knuckles slamming into cheekbone with enough force to whip V's head sideways.

Blood sprays from his mouth this time, a thick crimson arc that spatters across tree bark, across Jeon's hand, across the ground between them.

Still, V laughs.

It's breathless, giddy, delighted.

"Fuck, I missed this," he rasps, tongue darting out to taste the blood slicking his bottom lip. "So you're still human, huh?"

He licks it slow, like he's savoring it.

Like it's dessert.

Jungkook steps back just enough not to kill him.

"You don't get to call me that," he says, voice low and splintered. "Not anymore."

V blinks once, mock-innocent. Then that crooked smile curls back up, jagged and satisfied.

"Oh, right." He taps two fingers against his temple. "Because I'm not Taehyung to you anymore, huh? I'm V." His voice twists around the name like it's something sacred. "Your words, not mine. Or was it mine first? I forget."

Jungkook doesn't answer.

He can't.

Not when his pulse is pounding in his ears, his vision swimming at the edges with a red haze he hasn't let himself feel in months.

V steps closer, shoulders relaxed, body loose with that particular high only someone like him can ride. His lip's still bleeding, and he doesn't wipe it off this time—just lets it drip, red on his teeth, staining the corner of his mouth.

"God, you hit harder than I remember," he says, eyes gleaming. "Must be all that repressed emotion. You're like a soda can in the sun—shaking, sealed tight. One little crack and boom."

Jungkook doesn't say anything back. He's not looking at him anymore. He's looking through him. Past the trees. Somewhere far and unreachable.

But V keeps talking. Of course he does. Because once he has momentum, he's unstoppable.

"I always knew it was still in there," V's finger digs in his chest. "That spark. That fire. You've been playing dead so long I almost believed you were gone. Almost."

Jungkook's hands are fists again.

"You've been sleepwalking, Jeon," V continues, grinning like he's high on the taste of violence. "Dead-eyed. Robotic. Miserable. Just waiting for someone to fucking jolt you back awake."

He leans in close again. Too close.

"I'm just giving you a favor."

"You don't do favors."

V cackles, loud and wild. "Sure I do. You just don't like the way they taste."

Another pause. Jungkook's breathing is steady now, but it's forced. Every inhale pulled through clenched teeth.

"You think this brings me peace?"

"No," V says, licking blood off his thumb now. "I think it brings you clarity."

There's something predatory in the way he steps back, finally, giving Jungkook space—but not out of mercy, no.

It's rather just to admire the way he's held together by muscle memory and sheer willpower.

"You pretend you buried it," V says softly, quirking an eyebrow. "But it's still there. Under the skin. Under the guilt. Under all that self-hatred."

"You're wasting your breath," Jungkook replies.

But V just keeps smiling, lips slick, eyes blown wide with delight.

"You can't kill the part of you that liked it. The rage. The power. The need. You just locked it away in a box and lost the key."

V's voice drops now, low and rich and terrifyingly gentle.

"And I'm the only one who still knows where it's buried."

That's when Takama steps in.

No warning. No sound. Just a hand locking around Jeon's bicep before the next blow can fly.

"Enough," Takama says, firm and calm.

Not a command.

A lifeline.

Jungkook doesn't resist. Not yet. But his chest heaves, and the knuckles on his right hand are starting to swell. V leans lazily against the tree now, licking the blood of his lower lip that won't stop gushing out.

"Aw, don't stop now," he drawls, voice hoarse from the chokehold and the punches. "We were finally getting somewhere."

Takama doesn't even look at him.

His grip stays tight. Not painful. Just steady. Anchoring.

"Let it go," his second in command says under his breath.

Jungkook's eyes stay locked on V's face. Not with hatred. With control.

The kind that takes every ounce of strength to maintain.

"You should've stayed buried," he murmurs.

But V just laughs. Loud, unhinged, manic.

"And miss this reunion?" He wipes blood from his jaw with the back of his hand. "Never."

He steps back, licking the burgundy remnants from his fingers as he turns to walk away.

His voice floats over his shoulder like a final cut.

"Same time tomorrow?"

Jungkook doesn't answer.

He just watches him disappear into the trees, that thorned scent of roses lingering behind like a stain you can't scrub off.

Some poisons don't kill you right away.

They stay in your blood.

Rot you from the inside out.

Blood tastes like copper and victory.

It slicks across his tongue, drips warm from the split in his lip. He doesn't wipe it off. Why would he? It's a mark of success—Jeon's control fractured, broken open just enough for the truth to spill out.

The scream he didn't let out. The grief he still pretends doesn't exist.

Taehyung practically skips through the camp, boots crunching over frost-stiff grass. His knuckles sting from where Jeon deflected that second hit, but the ache feels earned. Like something sacred.

He exhales, slow and sweet, watching the vapor curl into the cold morning air.

That was better than sex.

No, scratch that.

That was sex.

Pushing Jeon to that edge—watching the cold, calculated sniper fucking explode in real time? That's the closest Taehyung ever gets to euphoria.

The high is still rushing through him as his tent comes into view. The buzz behind his teeth. The heat in his skull. He's not even pretending to slow down.

He lifts the flap with a flourish, practically singing, "Honey, I'm home," as he sweeps inside.

Jimin's already there. Cross-legged on the floor like some kind of aesthetic devotional painting. His salmon hair falls messily across his forehead, catching light like spun sugar. He doesn't startle—he never does—but his head tilts just slightly in that way Taehyung always notices.

"You're late," Jimin says, not looking up from whatever he's scribbling into that little black journal. "Let me guess. You pissed off Jeon again."

"Mmhmm," Taehyung hums, swaying into the room. "It was glorious."

He doesn't wait for an invitation. He never does. Two steps and he's folding himself into Jimin's lap like a lithe, bloody jungle cat.

Jimin grunts at the impact, but he doesn't move. Doesn't push him off.

He never does that either.

"You're bleeding," Jimin says quietly, brushing hair back from Taehyung's temple before his eyes drift down. "Lip's split."

"Little love tap," Taehyung breathes against the curve of Jimin's neck.

He nuzzles there a moment, deep inhale. Jimin smells like warmth. Like brown sugar and caramel and fabric softener.

Soft things. Domestic things.

He doesn't know why it makes his teeth itch, want to take a bite.

Jimin finally meets his gaze—and there it is.

That flash of worry in his eyes. That's the part Taehyung likes. Not the sympathy. The fact that it costs Jimin something every time he pretends this isn't poison.

"What did you say to him this time?"

Taehyung grins slow, letting his tongue drag over the blood at the corner of his mouth. "Just reminded him of something he didn't want to remember."

"Don't play stupid. This is getting out of hand." Jimin's hand brushes lightly against his jaw, tilting his face to examine the cut.

The pads of his fingers are warm. Careful. It makes something behind Taehyung's ribs twitch.

"Jeon's going to snap one of these days," Jimin adds, voice low.

"He already did," Taehyung whispers.

And he can't help it—he giggles. It bubbles out of him like champagne and gunfire, bright and wrong. He presses closer to Jimin, legs tangling, arms looping around his waist. The tension bleeds out of him slowly, replaced by that delicious hum of control reclaimed. He can still feel Jeon's rage in the fibers of his hoodie. It clings like perfume.

Jimin doesn't move. But his breathing changes. Shallow now.

"You're high on it again," Jimin murmurs.

Taehyung pretends to consider it. "Maybe."

"It's not healthy."

He shrugs, lashes fluttering as he leans in. "Neither are we."

Jimin sighs through his nose. Doesn't argue.

For a moment, they sit like that. Quiet.

Taehyung lets himself rest his head on Jimin's shoulder, lets the silence expand between them. This kind of stillness is rare. He doesn't know how to hold it without squeezing too tight.

Jimin's voice finally cuts through. "Let J-Hope look at it. That lip's going to get infected."

"For you?" Taehyung draws his thumb along the line of Jimin's jaw, soft and mocking. "Anything, love."

The way Jimin flinches is small. Almost imperceptible. But Taehyung feels it.

That's the thing about Jimin. He's not like the others. He doesn't play back. Doesn't bite or snarl or shoot. He just absorbs it all, like a sponge in a slow leak.

And Taehyung knows it's cruel—knows he's twisting something tender into something sharp—but he does it anyway.

Because this is what's left. This is what he has.

"You don't have to keep doing this," Jimin says, eyes on the floor now. "With him."

"Sure I do," Taehyung murmurs, already curling into his lap again, like a cat that doesn't want to answer. "The show must go on."

Jimin shakes his head once, slow. "You're always like this."

"Good things don't change."

There's no bite in it. No anger.

Just truth.

And then, before Jimin can speak again, Taehyung presses a finger to his lips. It's light. Thoughtless. Charged.

"No more lectures," he says. "Tell me something sweeter."

"Like what?"

Taehyung smiles, eyes gleaming. He leans in, close enough for Jimin to taste the blood on his breath.

"Tell me a secret."

Jimin's lips are warm beneath his finger. Too warm.

Taehyung holds it there a beat longer than necessary, just to feel the resistance—such a pretty little line of defiance, always broken down the same way.

Gently.

Repeatedly.

"Tell me a secret," he whispers again.

Jimin doesn't answer.

He doesn't have to.

Because his eyes do. The way they drop. The way his breath skips. The way his hands twitch against the floor like they're unsure whether to push away or pull Taehyung closer.

It's always like this. Hesitation that tastes like anticipation.

Taehyung leans in. Presses his mouth to Jimin's cheek, just shy of his lips, and breathes him in—caramel warmth, a little bit of sweat, and something almost shy beneath it.

He imagines for a second biting down. Hard. Leaving a mark. Branding softness with something it doesn't deserve.

Instead, he draws back and tugs Jimin forward.

Slow.

Deliberate.

Right into his lap.

Jimin doesn't resist. He never does. Just settles into the space Taehyung makes for him like he's made of silk and apology.

God, it's addicting.

"So obedient," Taehyung murmurs, mouth ghosting along the curve of Jimin's jaw. "You always melt so easily, Jiminie."

He feels Jimin's pulse jump under his hands.

Feels it in the way his thighs tighten just slightly, in the way his spine curves—not in retreat, no.

In submission.

Taehyung smiles. The kind that never touches his eyes.

This is the part that matters.

Not the tenderness. Not the connection. This.

The aftershock. The reward.

The thing that lets him bleed out the rest of Jeon's name from his teeth.

His hands roam lazily—up the curve of Jimin's back, slipping under the hem of his shirt just to feel the skin heat beneath his palms. He doesn't rush. He doesn't need to.

Jimin's already folding.

Taehyung tilts his head and brushes their lips together—barely. Just enough to taste breath.

Then he whispers, soft and cruel against Jimin's mouth, "Let me ruin you for a bit."

Jimin exhales shakily. Doesn't nod. Doesn't speak. Just presses closer.

Perfect.

And Taehyung?

Taehyung finally feels calm.

Not better.

But calm.

The high burns slower this way.

Controlled.

Directed.

And by the time Jimin's head tips back and Taehyung's fingers slide lower, he's already thinking of the next morning—when he'll do it all over again.

Because Jeon's fists can bruise skin.

But Jimin's silence?

It lets him feel powerful.

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If it's not you, doll. [JJK]

pairing: Idol!Jungkook x female reader

words: 3,275

genre : established relationship, fluff, smut, slight angst, a tiny tiny bit of smau.

Age rank: 18+

summary: Being in an open relationship with Jungkook can make you insecure, getting hate comments daily. But one day it gets that bad you betray his trust, and he makes it all up for you.

warnings: jungkook so in love it's cute. cheating scare. mentions of stalker fans. engagement. aftercare. crying. jungkook is one annoying brat. fingering. oral[m receiving]. unprotected. marking. pussy slapping. cream pie. thigh slapping. dirty talk. ruined orgasm. jungkook pretty rough sometimes. teasing. some praising. cuddles and so so many kisses.

MASTERLIST.

Having an idol fiance was not easy, it was tiring even. But in the end it was worth it all for him. You both have been together for four years now, engaged since this year and you have never been happier. Even though the relationship had some ups and downs, you're grateful it went as it is. A year into the relationship, you both did a good job hiding the relationship until some paparazzi had to ruin a date and next thing you knew, dating news.

Jungkook stayed with you for days, not leaving your apartment while both of your phones went crazy. You were so scared that he will leave you and that you ruined a poor man's life, crying and shaking. But your boyfriend just clinged onto you while whispering softly "baby, everything will be fine, hm?". Everything did get better. It didn't take long before BigHit announced that Jungkook indeed was in a relationship and that the idol hoped that the fans will be happy for him.

There were mixed opinions, of course. It didn't take long before stalkers had found your address and phone number so Jungkook took you to live with him, moving out from his band dormitory for you. The new home was very secured and even the windows were tinted so no one could see or take pictures of the celebrity. Other fans though decided to do what Jungkook asked them to and tried to take you into the family, it didn't take long before you had fanpages and people called you the 8th member of bts. That all was kind of new to you but you tried to accept it and go with the flow until Jungkook seated you down and basically begged you to drop your current job because it was too dangerous. You weren't fine with it at the start, but when you thought of it more, he was right. So you dropped your work and stayed home for some time.

It didn't take long until you got interest in writing and started to write some books out of boredom. You also got requests for modelling which you said yes to. Your boyfriend at that time didn't mind as long as you were safe. You both were happy and so in love that it seemed to good to be true, so Jungkook seated you down under the pretty moon and stars before he gazed you, eyes soft and full of adoration as he got on one knee and soon you were a crying mess in his arms while repeating "yes" from your lips.

Articles floating around with the engagement rumours as army saw a diamond ring on your finger. You weren't sure if you could be open about it since BigHit and your soon to be husband were both quiet about it so you just shook it away for a bit, until your heart dropped.

"BTS, Jeon Jungkook spotted with another female idol" Your eyes went through the title again as you scrolled down reading some comments.

"Finally Jungkook got someone who is actually worth him"

"I knew he was a player but weren't he and his girlfriend engaged or something?"

"poor y/n"

You bit your bottom lip maybe too harshly, quickly scrolling back up to the picture. Jungkook grabbing onto some girls shoulders while mouth open but that pretty much was it. You groan as you place your phone away, onto the bed table. Sometimes you were a bit insecure, being a boring normal person dating an perfect idol to ever exist, really can do something to a person. You just stare down on your lap, looking at the beautiful ring your love gave you weeks ago.

You sigh and move your head up, gaze falling on the window as you watch the dark but busy city. It didn't take long before you felt warm tears on your cheeks, now sobbing onto your pillow while your ears ringed. Jungkook won't be home today since he was in Hong-Kong for a awards ceremony so you continued to cry your heart out onto the bed, pouring all your insecurities into it. Probably about half a hour later, you were still crying but not that hard as before, soft hiccups leaving from your throat. As you were about wipe your tears again, your hand froze, hearing the door opening beeping sounds. You quickly turn around, looking for your phone for the clock as you curse under your breath, shit.

It was already two am, which means you have definitely cried for more than just 30 minutes. as you were about to quickly wipe your teary cheek, a soft voice stopped your tracks. "Y/N? Baby, why are you still up?" You quickly turn your head, eyes widening softly at the sight of your fiance. He still had his makeup on and hair done from the ceremony, hair a bit messy from the sides. White big shirt hanging on his torso while wearing some plain comfy black pants. You shake your head quickly from the 'daydream' as you wipe your face clean, hoping that he didn't notice since the light wasn't the best due to the moon. Your heart drops quickly when you see his already confused and a bit worried stare turn into a plain worry and panicked one. He quickly walks over to you and sits beside you on the bed, taking your hands.

You move your eyes away from the male, as you try to hold your tears back, bottom lip slightly shivering. "Baby, what happened? Are you okay?" And that question is enough to make you into a sobbing mess again, trying to move away from him as you don't want him to see you like that because of dumb insecurities. That doesn't go as planned as he quickly takes your waist and hugs you, pressing soft kisses on your cheeks and on your temple. You relax to his touch as you cling onto him tightly, hiding your face onto his neck.

He gently starts to stroke your back, quietly singing a song onto your ear that he wrote for you a while ago, which you loved. Your sobs turn into quiet hiccups as he moves you away from his neck, taking your chin as he moves it up to make you meet his gaze. His eyes soften, as he moves his hand slowly to your cheek, caressing it with his thumb. "i hate seeing you like this" he says quietly but calm as he slides his other hand to your other cheek, now cupping your face softly.

"Princess, please tell me what's wrong" his eyes never leaving yours as you sigh, biting your bottom lip before saying "are… are you with someone else?". You whisper the last part as you try to move your gaze away from his, before you could, he pulls you closer and cups your face harder than before. His eyebrows jump up from confusion as he tilts his head "What do you mean?". You then hesitantly grab your phone as you give it to him, his hands leaving your cheeks as he takes the device from your soft hands. He then dials the code as his eyes are met with the bright light of the screen.

His eyes widen a bit as he moves his eyes from the title to the picture, a soft smirk appearing on his lips. "Damn they are fast" He says as he places your phone back to where it was, quickly taking your waist to pull you closer. You furrow your eyebrows as you just stare at him, mouth dry. He then looks at you as he leans closer to you, the playful smirk never leaving his lips. "That girl asked me out" he just says as your mouth opens slightly, ready to say something. "But i rejected her, and she was being a bitch about it so i told her that i have a beautiful fiancee home and kind of moved her away with her shoulders". You just blink your eyes repeatedly as you close your mouth before opening again "moved?" "pushed…" Jungkook looks away like a little boy as you chuckle.

You've had a talk about not fighting and pushing anyone for so many times in the past years so you just shook it off since there won't be a use for that again. You roll your eyes as you pout a bit. You, here, cried for hours like a baby for nothing. You should have known that he would never do something like that, you knew it but the insecurities got the best of you. As you were lost in your thought, you gasp as you feel a warm hand on your bare thigh, remembering that you only had wore his shirt and some panties since you were too lazy to put on some "fancy" pj's.

"Did you really thought i would cheat on you?" He asks you, voice suddenly a bit husky as you keep your eyes away from him, nervousness filling your veins. Your throat makes a quiet whimper as he grabs your neck, pulling your face towards his. Your eyes widen as your heart starts to pound, his lips inches away from yours as he has that dumb little smirk on his lips again. His veiny hand moves up your thigh, as your mouth opens slightly. "I would never think of another woman, touch another woman and glance at another woman if it's not you, doll" You breath now heavy as your eyes never leave his dark ones, lust all over them.

You gasp when he suddenly pushes you into the mattress, quickly hovering over you as he pins your hands on the bed with one hand. He then moves his other hand from your neck to your chest, to your stomach and to your dripping warmness, cupping your pussy. A low laugh leaves his lips as he moves his hand slightly, making you close your legs. "already this wet when I haven't even done anything?" Warmness moves to your cheeks as you try to hide your face, which is no use as he quickly brushes his nose against yours, his eyes on your lips. You lick your lips as you groan from frustration, trying to connect your lips with his as he moves his face away, making a tsk tsk tsk sound with his tongue.

"hm, doll, I don't think you deserve my kiss just yet, after you betrayed my trust like that" he says lowly as he chuckles after, rubbing your clothed cunt.

"Jungkook- it's not like that" You moan out as you close your eyes. He then slaps your inner thigh, his grip on your hands tightening. "Keep your eyes on me doll, you want to make me more pissed don't you?" You quickly open your eyes as you nod at him, biting your bottom lip. He just smiles slightly as he moves your underwear on the side and rubs his index finger up and down your folds. A moan slips from your lips as you try your hardest to keep still, holding his gaze. He then slides his middle finger in as he circles on your clit painfully slowly. "Jungkook, please.." You whine out as you hold yourself back from not closing your eyes. "Please what?" He tilts his head as he moves a third finger in, his speed increasing. You just moan as you squeeze you eyes quickly gasping when you feel him slapping your cunt. "words doll." he says slowly as he suddenly slides two fingers in your hole, a loud cry leaving your mouth.

"please fuck me, I'm all yours" he groans at that as he quickly presses his lips on yours, his hand starting to move faster into you as you moan loudly against his lips. He then slides his wet tongue in, you suck on it as you start to grind against his fingers, soft moans leaving your mouth. He pulls away from the kiss as he pecks your lips before moving his head to your neck, placing wet kisses on it. "Fuck" You groan out as you feel yourself getting closer, your lips leaving a whimper as he sucks on your neck. "Jungkook I'm-" Before you could finish, an annoyed groan leaves your lips as the male pulls his finger out of your hole, a playful smile on his face. You pout at the male as he only chuckles, connecting your lips with his for a quick kiss.

He then pulls away as he unbuttons his shirt, straddling you while keeping his gaze on you. You suck in a breath as your eyes move from his eyes to his abs, he chuckles as he quickly pecks your cheek, pulling your shirt off. His eyes widen a bit as he bites his lip, his gaze meeting with your boobs as he quickly leans towards them and kisses around your nipples. You whine out as you move your hand to his hair, looking down at him as he focuses on your chest. He then slides his other hand to play with your nipples, pinching them while sucking on them. Your breathing heavy as you moan, his hand sliding to your panties, pulling them off. He then places kisses on your stomach as you caress his cheek "Baby?". He hums at you as he keeps placing kisses on your stomach. "Wanna suck your cock."

He stops at that as he looks at you, squeezing your thigh before rolling beside you on the bed. You quickly kiss his temple as you pull his pants down, quickly meeting with a pre cum dripping massive cock as you move between his legs. He keeps his lust heavy eyes on you as you lean down on him, pressing a kitty lip on the tip. He groans quietly as you rub his tip, looking at him with a soft smirk. "You look so pretty like that" You say before moving down again, wrapping your lips around his pink tip. He groans at that as he slides his hand to your hair, playing with it softly. "Fuck y/n" he groans while throwing his head back, you sliding the whole member into your mouth. You then start to move your head faster, glancing up at him through your lashes.

Shit, the whole sight is enough to make you cum yourself. His head moved up, as his gaze was on you, his eyes sharp while he licked his lips. At that you start to move your head at a faster pace, rolling your tongue on his cock. He suddenly grabs your hair as he groans, starting to thrust into your mouth. You moan around his member as tears start to form in your eyes, looking up at him. "I wish i could fuck your little throat everyday like that" he groans out as his grip on your hair gets stronger. Tears are going down your face but you don't stop, loving this too much. You hear a loud groan as his thrusts get weak, closing his eyes while mouth open. "doll, can i cum in your mouth?" you just nod against his dick as he moans loudly, feeling the salty liquid in your throat.

At that, he lets go of your hair slowly as you fall beside him, some cum still on your lips as you breathe heavily. He turns towards you as he hums deeply, moving on top of you. His eyes soften a bit as he caresses your cheeks, his gaze moving to your lips. He then presses them against yours as he slides his hand to your neck, squeezing it softly. You moan into the kiss as you move your hands to his hair. "You have been such a good girl, baby" he whispers against your lips, as he moves his hand to your breasts, squeezing them. You moan as he chuckles again, moving his face to your neck. He licks on it as you bite your lip, closing your eyes. "But i think i still have to fuck you, thinking i would cheat on you gorgeous" he scoffs quietly as he grabs his cock, bumping it a few times as he rubs it against your clit. You whine as you grab his shoulders, him quickly stopping you as he pins your arms back on the bed. He leans closer to your face as he scans it, pressing his cock harder against your cunt.

You groan as he only smirks at you, slapping your pussy with his member as you moan loudly. "Jungkook please…" You whine out while looking up at him. He then suddenly slides his cock in, a loud moan leaving your lips as he groans. "So fucking tight" he breathes out as he starts to move his hips slowly, keeping his eyes on yours. You pout softly as you groan "Faster, please". At that Jungkook starts to move slower which makes you whine, he chuckles as he presses a kiss on your nose before he starts to move his hips faster.

You're a moaning mess, mouth slightly open as you keep your eyes on the man. He curses as he kisses you hungrily, the kiss being full of lust and love. He slides his hand to your thigh, stroking it as he squeezes it. He breaks the kiss to look at you, pressing kisses all over your face "so gorgeous…" he whispers between the kisses as you hum. Feeling like you're floating from the pleasure as stars form in front of your eyes, his thrusts getting deeper. You moan out his name as you throw your head back, closing your eyes. Jungkook breathes heavily as he sucks on your neck and collarbone, leaving marks all over you. "Can i come inside, love?" He asks softly against your neck as you nod quickly, groaning. He then whimpers as he slides his hand to your chin, moving your face towards his. You look into his eyes as you forget everything around you both, his other hand leaving your arms as you pull him closer. Kissing his lips sloppily as he cups your face, groaning as you cum around his cock.

His thrusts get weak as he moans against your lips, filling your hole up. He does some last slow thrusts before carefully pulling his member out, pressing a soft kiss on your cheek as he quickly walks into the bathroom. Your chest moving up and down while you look up at the ceiling, smiling tiredly. Jungkook quickly comes back into the room with a towel as he climbs on the bed, cleaning you up he pecks your lips with a soft giggle. You keep your gaze at him as you chuckle at him, opening your arms so he could come back. He smiles as he throws the towel somewhere into the room as he slides into your hug. Pulling the sheets up while holding you close. He then pulls you against him as you rest your head against his chest, listening to his fast heartbeat as you smile to yourself.

"Did i tease you too much?" he asks quietly while stroking your bare back, hiding his face into your hair. "Maybe a little" you hum out as you snuggle closer to him, giggling softly. He smiles against your hair as he presses a kiss on your head, hugging you tightly. "I love you Jungkook" You say before pressing a few kisses on his chest and neck, breathing in his scent. "I love you too, y/n".

The first thing you saw in the morning, was BigHit's statement notification about the engagement.

i hope you all enjoyed, please let me know your opinions :)

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multidxni · 3 years ago

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you’re all I need

pairing: Jeon Jungkook x fem!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

warnings: none, Jungkook gets a little emotional because he loves y/n so much.

Jungkook's eyes are fixated on the ceiling, a weird feeling still present in his belly at the thought of your voice from 2 hours ago, when you guys talked on the phone.

You didn't really say anything, just talked about some stupid homework you couldn't figure out on your own.

He instantly has picked the phone up, forgetting what he was about to do, and did his best to help you, which you were so thankful for, so you agreed to come over and promised to bring him his favorite food.

"I'm so happy you're here." He hugged you tightly, lightly picking you up.

Placing you down again, your head to his chest, you took his scent in, as a little smile formed on your face.

You have missed him. Seeing each other 2 times per week, (because of the tough schedules), was really unfair and tough.

"I missed you so much." Your eyes find his beautiful, sparkling ones.

He cups your cheeks with his palms, pressing his lips on yours, kissing you sweetly.

"I missed you too angel." He says and scrunches his nose in such an adorable way, you're about to cry.

"You brought the food." His eyes light up as he looks at the bag you're holding.

"Yeah. I keep my promises, Kookie. You know that." You wink, placing the food on the table.

He just stands there for a couple of seconds, looking at you.

Then he pouts, his eyes becoming glassy.

"What's wrong?" You ask, coming close to him and taking his hands in yours.

"No- nothing I just..." He sighs.

Then he pulls you close again, holding you there in the middle of the kitchen.

Your cheeks heat up at the contact of his arms around you again, this time even tighter. You hug him back, feeling him place small kisses on your shoulder.

"Is everything alright baby?" You can't help but make sure.

"I love you." He lets out and looks you in the eyes, holding your chin up.

Your heart feels like it's gonna give up any second, pumping so hard and fast.

You don't know what this feeling is, but your whole body heats up and you feel your blood rushing through your veins.

You gulp, blinking a couple times.

He's so beautiful. It's like he's unreal.

But he's real. And he's yours.

"I love you too." You tell him honestly.

He feels like he can't breathe without your lips on his anymore.

So he kisses you. And then again. And again.

He doesn't ever want to stop.

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bangtanficsforyou · 4 years ago

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Masterlist

All works are original. Do not copy, repost or translate my work. Feedback is always appreciated. Minors, please stay away.

S= Smut

A= Angst

F= Fluff

Kim Seokjin

Coming soon

Min Yoongi

Coming soon

Jung Hoseok

Coming soon

Kim Namjoon

Coming soon

Park Jimin

Series:

💠 Crushed (a)

Summary: Your coworker and best friend Jimin is everyone’s favourite and for good reason. He’s sweet, charming, caring, kind, humble, polite, ha– well shit. There you go making it obvious yet once again, that you’re in love with him. But it’s all good as long as he remains oblivious right? Wrong. After overthinking for a whole month, you decide to confess and things take an unexpected turn.

Drabbles:

New Beginnings (a)

You would have never come to the party had you known you would have to see Jimin with her.

Change of Plans (fratboy! Jimin x Reader) (a, f)

"stop apologising, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

Kim Taehyung

Drabbles:

“you’re welcome to stay if you want”

Jeon Jungkook

Series:

💠 Burning Love (a, f, s)

Summary: Jungkook was your first love, your high school sweetheart, whom you continued to date throughout college, well maybe not throughout college. Three months before finishing college, he decides it wasn't worth it. Six years later, you're far away from South Korea, working for a small company. What are the chances that the big multinational company that ends up buying the company you're currently working for is owned by none other than Jeon Jungkook?

Note: to be resumed after gohd.

💠 Lost (a, f, s)

Summary: Jungkook doesn't know much about you provided for the fact that you're his coach's daughter. But soon, his feelings of indifference turn into a strong sense of dislike.

Note: paused.

💠 Girl Of His Dreams

Summary: You think Jungkook is the utter definition of beauty. Jungkook thinks you’re cute but just not his type. Throw a magic ring into the equation, that makes you look like the girl of his dreams and you have the perfect recipe for heartbreak and tears.

💠 Fine Line (a, f, s)

Summary: You hate Jungkook. Jungkook hates you. It's simple. Until it isn't.

💠 Hello, Love!

Summary: You had a plan when you returned home, seven years later. However, falling in love with your sister’s fiance wasn’t it.

💠 Out of the Woods (a)

Summary: You can’t remember the moment your marriage slipped into silence, like a forgotten melody fading into the background. Each day, you feel yourself drifting further into the shadows, invisible and abandoned. But when you learn that Jungkook spent your birthday with his ex, something sharp and unyielding stirs within you. The delicate thread you’ve held onto for so long finally breaks. You've reached the end.

Oneshots:

💠 The One (Teaser) (a, f, s)

Summary: Jungkook is your next-door neighbour, friend, batchmate and well…..soulmate. You never told him that though. Why? Because he despises the idea of soulmates.

💠 Lovefool (a, f, s)

Summary: You and Jungkook have been in a relationship for a couple of months now but recently, you can't help the anxious thoughts that pop into your mind. Thoughts about his past.

💠 Kiss it Better part two (a, f)

Summary: You know you shouldn’t be falling for Jungkook, the man who’s in charge of your security. But you can’t help it. You have already fallen for him. The fact that you know he doesn’t feel the same for you, makes things all the more difficult.

💠 Vérités Cachées (a, s, f)

Summary: You try to make an escape from a beast, that you happen to have encountered while on a vacation with your boyfriend.

💠 Deep Learning (s)

Summary: Getting tutored by the school nerd sounds boring. Well that is, until you, tease him.

Drabbles:

Early morning confessions (f)

Summary: You let the words slip on a fine, lazy, Sunday morning.

Go to Hell (s)

Summary: You hate Jungkook, he's the bane of your existence. But what happens when you willingly land yourself in a situation you never thought you'd be in.

(It has 5.3K words and I don’t know if you can still call it a drabble but okay)

Scenarios:

They Reject You (Hyung Line)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

They Reject You (maknae line)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

#btsfic #btsfluff #bts #jungkook #jungkookfluff #jungkooksmut #jungkook fics #kim taehyung #kim taehyung fluff #kim taehyung smut #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader

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staaaaforlife · 2 years ago

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kpop fluff/smut request:

heyyyyy so i took a break off writing for school so now i'm back on track.

rules: be specific

i wont do anything with pedos or yandere or like shit and piss or brother and sister (step brother is fine)

ok so the groups i write about are:

p1harmony

stray kids

bts

txt

xdinary heros

and yeah i will get to it right away

#p1h imagines #p1harmony #btssmut #btsfluff #stray kids fanfic #straykidssmut #stray kids smut #smut #kpop requests #txt smut #kpop smut #kpop fluff #kpop angst #xdinary heroes smut #xdinary heroes fluff #p1h smut #p1h fluff

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hoebaring · 3 years ago

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Just The Two Of Us M. List- Author L

𝐼 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑂𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑒𝑤 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑠 ♥ I fell in love with you, I don't know why, I don't know how, I just did.

Tags/Warnings :- An Office Au, Ceo!Taehyung, Secretary!Y/N A fairytale in an office. Cheesy. Highly Romantic.

Written by Author L

Cross posted on Wattpad

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♡ 𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓇 ♡

Chapter 1: The Curious Conversation

Chapter 2: Spark

Chapter 3: How does it feel to be so in love?

Chapter 4: Obligations and Lies

Chapter 5: The Only Way Out

Chapter 6: Taking it Slow

Chapter 7: Maybe

Chapter 8: Sticky Note

Chapter 9: Not a Bad Idea

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wwwurbunnygrldotcom · 3 years ago

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I Dont Want to Grow Up (Doctor!YoongiXNeko!Reader) PT.2

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warning- mentions of malnourishment, being naked in front of someone, honestly this is just really cute.

(Is this what love felt love?)

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I grew up without many people looking out for me, yes I had people in my life but were they truly ever there? Now I look back at those memories and it felt like I had loved a ghost, they were so hollow. I think that’s what ached so much, as a child I smiled with no worries, I was so incredibly happy to be where I was. I never would have thought that I would think of them and feel this way, so disappointed. I crave to not have to worry about adult problems. I don't want to have to worry about where my next meal will come from, or what alleyway I'll have to sleep in tonight. I just wish someone would just put me to sleep and tell me they will carry the burdens that have kept me awake for so long.

For a long time I spent my younger years with my parents and my grandmother. This did not change until my mother died when I was 5, we had been expecting it for quite some time. Unlike my father she fell ill very easily. I convinced myself that her illness wasn't meant to happen, not by fate, more so someone was to blame. I could blame the doctors for not trying to save her hard enough, or maybe even the scientists who created her to begin with. When she passed I was so incredibly lost, it felt like after she left me everyone else did as well. Father started spending longer hours at work and grandmother’s eyesight was becoming weary.

I think that's why I admired Dr. Min so much, ‘admired’? Is that the right word? The way he spoke just left me in awe. He took care of me from the time I arrived at the center until I was sitting on the counter top in the bathroom of his small town house. He made my tea extra sweet after I took a sip and choked a little bit at the dark taste, he was never angry at my response either, he just giggled and added another spoonful.

I hadn't spoken much either, I used my body language and prayed that somehow he would just understand exactly what I had to say. Everytime it left me baffled, because everytime he understood. I felt so heard and seen by someone. I kept every little thought inside because in all honestly I didn't know how to approach him.

I felt almost embarrassed to be in his presence at times. He had been treating me with everything. He had spoken to me earlier about my injuries and they are a lot worse than I had thought. The pain in my knees wasn't from the fall I had taken on the curb but rather from a lack of enough tissue and fat in my joints. I went too long without eating and now my body was feeling the effects. He had told me that my weight was alarming, even asking me when my last meal had been. He was refusing to allow me to walk distances when my knees were this inflamed, he insisted on carrying me places instead.

I began inspecting his house when he had set me down in the living room while he made me a comforting drink to sip on. He had modern looking gray couches facing each other on each wall, a tv in the middle on the side. He had placed these fluffy blankets and little head pillows on the end of each couch. His house didn't feel like a house, it felt like a home where someone lived. The couch felt warm and strangely if you sat there for long enough you could feel all of the emotions he felt while laying here. All the nights he sat and cried over the daily stresses he experienced, all the times he laughed while watching a comedy movie with his friends. There were even coffee cup ring stains on his end table and marked books littered everywhere, everything looked like it was placed to make you feel something.

When he handed me the cup of tea after sweetening it for the second time, he walked over to the opposite couch and took his seat. Looking down at the drink he had prepared and taking a content sigh. I used all the focus I had, with the little energy still in me, to listen in on his heart beat. It was rhythmic and slowed, bum bum bum.

His hair was a little ruffled now after his shift ended, little strands falling into his face. His glasses were off now and resting on the end table. He was in much more comfortable clothes, his scent was stronger now, practically radiating off of him. In the center you could only smell him if close enough to his wrists or neck, now I can smell every part of him even just from this spot. It was so sweet it almost brought the tears in my eyes to escape down my cheeks.

I think whilst I was staring at him he noticed, because suddenly he looked up and caught my eye. He placed his cup down onto the table and pushed his body up onto his feet, walking over and grabbing one of those fluffy blankets.

Placing it just over me, tucking in the sides of the blanket around my waist and shoulders.

“Here, does that seem warmer?” He turned his head to the side and smiled, I perched up to this question.

I nodded my head in response and cuddled my body lower to the couch. I felt the ears on my head fall back from pure relaxation, a vibration in my chest erupting without warning. The blanket was plush and felt like a cloud on my bare legs and thighs, I haven’t felt something this soft in months. I can’t remember even when my tail or hair felt that soft, it had been so long since I had taken care of myself.

I ran my fingers through my hair, which was difficult seeing as though every so often I'd gotten into a knot. I’d sit there for a few seconds and try to untangle the strands. dirt and dust fell from my fur now that I had spent time tending to it.

“Oh, that must be bothering you, hm? Here, I'm sure a warm bath before bed would help you sleep. Would you like that?” Min mentioned while still standing in front of me, I suppose deep in thought I didn't notice he hadn't left. Yes please, I thought to myself. I tried humming in response but I was so eager for his offer it ended up coming out as a whine. “So eager,” he giggled. “Cmon, let's go.”

He offered his hand out for my tea cup, placing it somewhere it wouldn't spill. He moved the blanket to the side and began to lift me up from under my thighs, one hand under me and the other wrapped around my waist. I instinctively snaked my arms around his neck and hid my face in the crook of his shoulder. He took cautious steps not to drop me until we reached the cold bathroom, he turned and set me down on the countertop, telling me to wait here.

I sat patiently while swinging my legs back and forth to pass the seconds until he’d come back to me. Doctor. Min turned the corner with a white towel and nice smelling bath salts, I think it may have been strawberry scented. Placing the salts on the ground next to the tub and hanging up the towel he began running the bath. Every so often he’d let the water fall over his hand to check the temperature, twisting and turning the knob to the perfect medium.

“Are you ready, Miss. Seong?” He sighed.

“Hyejin” I muttered.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“My name is Hyejin” I croaked, I haven't used my voice in hours so it didn't sound so smooth.

“Well Hyejin, I’m Yoongi.” he gave me the softest smile. “Are you ready Hyejin?”

I nodded my head and began removing my clothes. I lifted my plain white shirt over my head and began unfastening my bra, being left in my lower body clothing. Lifting my legs was something that brought me so much pain, I was struggling trying to get it off by myself. Yoongi must have noticed this because he suddenly snapped his eyes shut and used his hands to drag my painties off of my thighs, he made sure his hands never touched anywhere they were never intended to touch. He looked up at me and nodded for permission, “May I?” He spoke. Instead of talking I had always used body language to communicate but this wasn't going to slide for him this time. “Please use your words, I need a ‘Yes’ Hyejin.” He was very stern which left me a little speechless.

“Yes.”

He grabbed me by the waist, allowing the best support to lift me into the pleasantly warm water. His finger lingered on my skin a little longer than a doctor ever should with their hybrid, though secretly I wished he would have kept them there. I was a little embarrassed to be so bare in front of a man I had only just met but his eyes were never hungry with lust. His eyes never left mine, constantly looking as if he was searching for something in my soul. My face was red and hot because no one has ever shown me this much respect, I felt human when I was with him.

“Turn around, I can wash your hair for you. Please relax” , reaching his hand out to pet my head with a smile.

The moment I had changed positions I heard Yoongi grabbing a bottle for a bath product, I then heard his hands being rubbed together in a fast motion. I felt his fingers run through my hair touching the base of my scalp, without hesitation I leaned into his touch, throwing my head back. And each stroke made a string of vibrations run out of my throat and mouth. He was so gentle with me, making sure no soap had got into my eyes and I was the cleanest I could be.

Is this what love felt like?

#yoongi #minyoongi #bts #jungkook #taehyung #jimin #btsfanfic #btsfluff #yoongi x reader #yoongifluff

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bugan3 · 6 months ago

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Masked Man 1

Couples:Namjoon X Reader

Summary:You're struggling to adjust to Korea, when an unexpected clash with a mysterious, masked man gives you the comfort you need, even though you don't know who he really is.

Content:Fluff, mystery, deception(Not infidelity), sex, namjoon!idol, Reader!salaried, dating, multi-part story, jealousy, angst.

It was early April, and the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, painting Seoul in a romantic shade of pink—just as you had imagined before coming here for work. The thought of fulfilling a childhood dream—traveling to the land of K-beauty, K-pop, and idols—brought a warmth so profound that you couldn’t help but smile. But reality was harsher than you had anticipated.

Although you came here for work, daily life was full of challenges—not just the language barrier but also the cultural differences. You felt the weight of disapproving looks from your colleagues every time you accidentally touched someone or made more noise than seemed acceptable here. You felt awful when your invitations to hang out were declined, as though you carried a contagious disease. That isolation weighed heavier than any workload.

To overcome this, you enrolled in several Korean classes, hoping that one day you could truly connect with someone. For now, your only outings were with yourself and your faithful companion, Susy. She seemed to be the one constant in such a strange world.

However, something unsettling had started happening. Posters of missing dogs appeared in the neighborhood, and stories of a tall, hooded man lurking around parks and yards were circulating in local chats. It was said he stole dogs for illegal breeding operations. Just imagining Susy being taken to a place like that made your skin crawl. You wouldn’t let that happen to her.

While walking with Susy in the park, she sniffed and explored everything around her with excited energy. Suddenly, an enthusiastic golden retriever appeared, wagging its tail so vigorously it was impossible not to smile. Susy gave you her pleading look, silently begging to play with her new friend. But you hesitated. The golden retriever was huge compared to your English bulldog, whose chubby frame wasn’t built for running or jumping.

Susy, however, was persistent. She began tugging at her leash with determination. The golden retriever, as if trying to help, jumped and stepped on the leash, causing it to slip from your grasp. The force nearly made you spill your coffee as Susy dashed after her new playmate.

"Even she’s better at making friends," you thought bitterly, though you couldn’t help but feel happy for her. That happiness, however, turned into alarm when you saw a hooded man approaching the dogs. Something about his posture, the furtive way he moved, set off all your alarms.

It was him—the dog thief. You knew it the moment he reached out to grab the golden retriever’s collar.

Your heart pounded as you sprinted toward them. "I won’t let you take them!" you thought with determination. The man, ignoring your presence, was already reaching for Susy. You didn’t know how to stop him, but you couldn’t just stand there. Gathering all your courage, you tackled him from behind.

The impact caught him off guard, and you both hit the ground, stunned by the fall.

“What’s your problem? Who are you?” he growled between heavy breaths, still clutching the golden retriever.

“Let go of the dogs!” you shouted, trying to sound firm as you stood up. But he didn’t stop. Fear and anger churned inside you.

You lunged at him again, grabbing him with all the strength you could muster. “Someone call the police!” you yelled at a couple who had stopped to watch the scene as though it were a spectacle.

“Alright, alright! Let go of me! This is a misunderstanding!” the man said, though his tone was more irritated than apologetic.

Taking advantage of a brief distraction, he twisted and pinned you in a tight, awkward hold. The air around you grew heavy, but you refused to give up. "This is not a misunderstanding!" you shouted, struggling, your eyes fixed on Susy, who now watched the scene with her head tilted. “I have to protect her,” you thought, fighting to break free.

“Why are you attacking me? Are you crazy?” he barked as he finally managed to free himself and scrambled backward. You knew the only way to stop him from escaping was to keep him occupied until the police arrived.

“You tried to steal my dog! How do you expect me to react?” you yelled, calling Susy to come to you, but she was more interested in playing with the golden retriever. “Traitor,” you thought, frustration tightening your throat.

The man, looking tired of the ordeal, ran a hand through his hair.

“I wasn’t trying to steal your dog. I was just petting her, and that’s my dog, Nutty. Who do you think you are, attacking someone from behind?” he said, his tone irritated but laced with exhaustion.

You couldn’t believe this man, who so clearly looked like a dog thief, had the audacity to blame you. “Really? That’s your dog? Then if you call him by name, he’ll come, right?” you challenged, crossing your arms and glaring at him skeptically.

The hooded man huffed, visibly annoyed, and tried calling the golden retriever by the supposed name. The dog, however, showed no interest at all. Your confidence grew at his failure.

“See? Still want to keep lying? You look like a thief, and you definitely tried to take my dog.” Your finger pointed accusingly at him, as if that would bolster your argument.

At that moment, a police officer approached. “Good morning. I’m Officer Hung. What’s going on here? We received a report of an altercation in the park.” His gaze shifted between you and the hooded man, assessing the situation.

“Officer, he’s a dog thief!” you tried to explain in your limited Korean. The officer seemed to grasp the gist, as he turned to the man with a raised eyebrow.

“Officer, this woman attacked me out of nowhere while I was walking my dog.” The man spoke in perfect Korean, his calm tone contrasting with your agitation. Suddenly, he seemed like a decent person, making you appear irrational.

The officer sighed, visibly exasperated. “Do you have any proof that the dog is yours?”

“Not right now. I left my phone at home, but…” The man searched his pockets, as if hoping a solution would magically appear. Something in his desperation pricked at your conscience.

“We’ll settle this at the station. Bring the dogs, and we’ll verify the facts. Alright?” the officer said, glancing between the two of you.

You nodded silently and went to fetch Susy, while the hooded man did the same with the golden retriever. As he grabbed the golden’s collar, the dog wagged its tail excitedly, leaning into his touch. A small seed of doubt crept into your mind.

“See? He’s my dog,” the man said, stroking the golden retriever gently as the dog gazed at him with adoration.

“How do I know that? He could act like that with anyone,” you replied, trying to sound firm, though your voice wavered.

The man sighed, exhausted. “Look, I can’t go to the station. If anyone finds out I was there, it could ruin my life. Please… I’m begging you, don’t do this.” His tone was so sincere that, for a moment, you believed every word he said.

Before you could respond, the officer signaled for you to follow him. “Are we done? Let’s head to the station. Sir, please don’t resist.”

The man raised his hands in a conciliatory gesture. “Officer, there’s really no need to go to the station. If you’ll give me a moment, I can explain better.”

The officer frowned, clearly fed up. “I’m sorry, sir, but we need to verify the facts in a more suitable location. This is not optional.”

As you walked, the golden retriever turned to you. When you tried to pet him, he huffed and bared his teeth. “Maybe I was wrong after all,” you thought, your face flushing with embarrassment.

“Officer, I think I made a mistake,” you said, your voice trembling as you bowed deeply. “He’s not a thief. I confused him… because of the mask. He’s my neighbor. Please forgive me for causing trouble.”

The officer looked at you with clear irritation. “Miss, you can’t just attack people like that. What if someone else had stopped you, or if this man had been seriously hurt? You need to be more careful before acting impulsively.” His stern gaze made you shrink back. He then turned to the man. “Are you sure you don’t want to press charges?”

“No, no. She’s my neighbor. I know she didn’t mean any harm,” the man sighed, shaking his head as though too tired to argue anymore.

When the officer left, your face burned with shame. “God, how embarrassing.” You bowed again to the man. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I’ve been having a really hard time here. It’s not easy adapting to Korea. When I thought you were going to take Susy, I just… I didn’t know what to do.”

“I wouldn’t know what to do if someone tried to take Nutty, either. Thanks for not taking this any further. You actually saved me from a much bigger problem.” His voice was sincere, though he maintained that reserved air that seemed to be part of his personality.

He extended his hand, and you shook it, still feeling like an idiot.

“Susy’s all I have since I came to Korea. If I lost her…” Your voice broke, and before you realized it, tears started to fall.

“Don’t worry.” He offered a light, playful smile. “Even though you made me exercise more than I planned, I think I’ll forgive you.”

“How about we grab a coffee to calm down?” he said, his tone softening.

Maybe, for the first time since you arrived, you had found someone interesting. There was something about him—a mix of mystery and reserve—that piqued your curiosity. You didn’t know who he really was, but you were certain you were about to be surprised when you discovered the truth about this hooded stranger.

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thedeluluverse · 2 years ago

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Author’s Note: We are halfway through lovelies! What do y’all think so far? 👀👀👀

Summary: It is currently day 3 of you joining Jinny’s crew and the busiest day yet! Thinking you are alone while the others grab staff lunch, you goof around, but a surprise awaits to fuel you for the second half of your shift.

Pairing: Jinny’s Kitchen era bf!Tae x oc!Nari. Mentions of the rest of Jinny’s crew, but nothing romantic happens.

Rating: 18+

Genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, series, coworker relationship

Word Count: 1,409

Warnings: friendly jump scare, oral (both receiving), slight exhibitionism, nipple play (f receiving), hair pulling,

It has been 3 days since you flew to Mexico to surprise Tae by joining Jinny’s Kitchen crew, and it has been hectic, warm, and a completely new experience for all of you. Despite not always being a fan of management or bugs, it has been a fun bonding experience.

Today has been the restaurant’s busiest so far and you have only just survived the first shift! Seeing everyone looking battered and beaten, Seo Jin has issued a challenge.

If the restaurant can break $12,000 for the day by closing time, he will allow a free day tomorrow for recuperation and team building.

Now, the thought of a day off entices all of you, of course, but the thought of making double the income of yesterday has your collective knees going weak and a nauseating feeling in the pit of your stomach.

You are in the back finishing up dishes when you hear the rest of the members file out to grab staff lunch from a neighboring restaurant. You breathe a sigh of relief as you will get a respite from their lovingly crazy antics.

You go to use the restroom after, but it is locked. It must be a cameraman, you think to yourself and shrug. You will take a load off and sit at a table in the dining area. Feeling goofy, sleep-deprived, and starving, you grab an apron off the wall.

Just letting it rest around your neck, not wanting to be restricted by tying it, you sit back down and pretend like you are a customer and over-enthusiastically say, “Oh goodness, this place is so cute, and I can’t wait to try the food here!”.

As your eyes are closed from laughing so hard, you hear a familiar voice, “If you want to try the food here, then you need a menu, miss.” Your eyes shoot open, and you look up to see your boyfriend grinning at having caught your little act.

“Aish jagi, you scared me! I thought you went with the others?” you exclaim while giving him a light punch on the shoulder.

He just chuckles in response and says, “Who did you think was in the bathroom? Perro? Bwahahahah!”. (Perro is a stray dog that has become the restaurant’s mascot).

You slump down in your chair, crossing your arms and pouting, “Well, it could’ve been a cameraman or other member of staff, y’know...”

A small smile crosses his face, and he pats the top of your head. “True enough, Nari, now don’t pout.” You shrug in agreement as he places a light kiss on your cheek.

Snapping back into actor mode, he approaches the table in Tata mic and places a piece of paper in front of you, resembling the menu but definitely nothing that is on the menu.

Your eyes widen, and you look at him in shock, “Tae, you can’t be serious.” “Oh, but I can jagiya.” He says cocking an eyebrow.

On the paper are 2 options: basically, would you want to be on the menu or have the chef’s choice (give him head)?

Sheepishly, you look up at him and gesture to both options, then ask, “But what if we get caught? We don’t normally know when they are headed back.”

He just smirks, then drops to his knees, “Guess we better get started then, yeah?” before you can respond, his hands are under your shirt, groping at your sensitive breasts and kissing down to the band of your work pants.

He abruptly stops, then gets his own apron with a cheeky smile, “Wouldn’t want to get dirty now, do we?”. Lust is already clouding your vision from the risky situation and how horny you have been for the last 5 days; all you can do is shake your head and bite your lip.

Darkly chuckling, he has your pants and underwear around your ankles in no time and is lapping at the arousal already gathered in your delicious cunt like a newborn kitten would to fresh milk.

The whole time he is suckling your sensitive bundle of nerves whilst maintaining nipple stimulation and quickly shoves two of his deft fingers into your sopping pussy.

He elicits a moan at the reminder of how tight you are just for him, and it only takes a few thrusts to have you squirting all over his apron and face.

He never lets a drop go to waste, and he will be damned if he starts today. Removing both of his hands from their original positions, he pushes your knees as far apart as they can be and makes it a mission to catch every drop of your sex on his tongue like a man who has been parched for a decade.

The pace of his tongue plus the sensitivity from your first orgasm, has you spasming in no time and cumming 3 more consecutive times.

You then pull him up from the sinful view as you can’t take anymore, to which he places a gentle kiss on your pussy and goes to grab towels to wipe you down.

Once you are put back together, you shakily get on your knees and start undoing his belt. His veiny hand covers yours, and he looks down at you with a look that you know means you don’t have to do this after what your body just went through.

Your reply is, “Oh, you silly man, you know by now that I get energized after I orgasm. And how much I enjoy sucking you off. So, it is truly my pleasure, and you don’t want to get in the way of that do you?” you say with a coy smile.

He bites his lip, enjoying seeing this new side of you, and removes his hand so as not to hinder you anymore. Before he can prepare himself, your tongue is licking the precum from his slit, making him shudder in ecstasy immediately.

He is gripping the counter behind him fiercely to keep from buckling, but it doesn’t take long for one to be removed and find its home in your hair.

Pulling ever so deliciously, it elicits a groan from your throat that vibrates through his cock, causing the most beautiful of deep moans from his throat this time.

You can sense he is close, so you take him even deeper than before as you caress his balls just the way he likes it, causing something animalistic to awaken in him and throatfuck you aggressively but exactly enough to where his actions make you cum yet again.

He can tell by your facial expressions and how the pitch of your groans heightens that you are enjoying yourself more than he thought, and the realization of just how big of a whore you are just for him makes him release with no warning, coating the inside of your throat.

Never having done that before, he is about to check on you and is worried you are upset by the sudden action. He doesn’t have to, as a second later, you release his cock from your lips with a pop.

Licking your lips, grinning like the fucked-out slut you are, you stick out your tongue, showing him how every drop of his delicacy slid down his throat as his fingers did through your cunt just minutes prior.

You get up shakily, but with success and clean him up now. He meets you in the laundry room to dispose of the soiled aprons along with the towels and grabs your chin, tenderly kissing you. The energy is different; you are two lovebirds high on affection instead of ravenous creatures.

Sadly, the moment is interrupted by the sound of Seo Jin shouting that everyone needs to hurry and eat so prep can commence for the next shift.

Tae advises you to wait in the bathroom for 2 minutes, then come out to meet the rest of the crew so it doesn’t look suspicious.

Everyone can tell something is different by how energized you both are but aren’t brave enough to ask beyond a few questioning looks that you both ignore.

As everyone finishes their meal and arises to resume work, Tae tugs at your ponytail and whispers into your ear, “That was fun, Nari-ah, now just prepare yourself. Because we have a whole day to ourselves tomorrow, and let's say today was just a trailer of how much I missed your touch.”.

STAY TUNED FOR PART 3!!!

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uhgoodmoni · 4 years ago

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Fake Plastic Mistletoe | jjk

Summary: Mai (oc) is highly disappointed when Jungkook asks her to set up the mistletoe for he and someone else. She decides getting drunk is the best way to cope.

Warnings: alcohol, mentions of assault, throwing up, fluff, this is angst ish with a happy ending.

unedited: 4606 words

“Merry Christmas!” Taehyung’s booming voice filled the space, pulling all the guest’s attention to whoever it was that was entering. “Ho ho ho.” Taehyung bellowed, it was someone I didn’t know so I turned my attention back to the drink that I was making. I poured eggnog into the glass, the engraved snowflakes turning a coffee color at the mix of the rum that had already been inside it. I scanned the bar looking for Kahlua. I frowned, realizing there wasn’t any even though Yoongi had put all the alcohol on the counter.

“Hey Yoongi,” I turned to the sink where Yoongi was washing his hands, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He hummed, not turning from the veggies he was rinsing. “Did you get the Kahlua?” His frown was telling.

“I forgot,” He shook his head as he turned to face me, “I’m really sorry…”

I huffed, shrugging as I twirl my glass around. “Don’t worry about it.” I watched as he took the bok choy to a cutting board. “It’s the same with or without.” I lied, but I didn’t really care.

“I’ll get some for New Years.” He muttered, his attention back to the food “Promise.”

“Thanks Yoongi.” I took my first sip of my drink, it was still good. Eggnog was truly the most important part, as it is the sweetest of the ingredients. I took another glass that had been laid out and began making something else. I didn’t know what it was or if I was even doing it right. I’m no bartender, but it was what Taehyung had asked for me to make so I was doing it.

I sniffed it after I was done stirring, not sure of the combinations of liquor and flavors, but whatever floats his boat was not for me to decide. The glass was cool in my hand as I circled the bar, dotted with drinks already. It’ll be a pain to clean up, we should have just done red solo cups like we usually do. It does make it look a lot nicer, and there would be a lot less people than there usually were.

Taehyung was chatting to whoever the guy from earlier was, the door now shut to keep out the cold. It was snowing, and out the window I could see the flakes dizzily falling to the ground. A line of cars was parked out on the street, but by now I’m sure the neighbors were used to it. Our parties were a frequent occurrence.

I shuffled between some people who muttered hello to me, and I smiled back, trying to head for Taehyung without getting too sidetracked. If I didn’t get him his drink now and someone stopped me, he’d probably never get it.

“Mai.”

Damnit. It was Jungkook walking down the stairs hurriedly towards me. He had changed for the party, a nice black turtleneck and some dress pants. He looked awfully dashing. Hair oiled and glistening in the Christmas lights. He had a wide smile on his face, and I couldn’t stop one from forming on mine.

“Don’t let me forget to give this to Tae.” I said before he had even gotten to me. “What’s up?”

He nodded, but I could tell he was absent minded as he glanced around the room. “Can you help me surprise someone?” He turned back to me, waiting for the answer. I blinked. “You see, they aren’t here yet… and I need you to help me set it up.” He scratched the back of his neck. “It’s so cheesy and…”

“What is it?”

He sighed, “I want to do a mistletoe thing to Alina.” He glanced up the stairs, “I was thinking I could try and give her her christmas present and guide her there y’know?” His shoulders drop, “Is it dumb? Be honest…” He puffed up his cheeks like he was blowing bubble gum, looking awfully pitiful and so damn adorable. Damnit.

I shook my head, “It’s not dumb.” But I wanted to tell him it was. I bit my inner cheek, hoping that I wouldn’t sound disappointed when I spoke next. “So Alina?” I tried to smile.

His grin got wider if that was possible. “We’ve been hanging out a lot recently and.” He looked around him again, but she hadn’t arrived yet. “I want to tell her how I feel.” I nodded, swallowing how sick I felt.

Hanging out a lot? How did I miss this…

“It’s really cute Jungkook. She’ll love it.” I take a sip of my drink. This was not a great start to the night. Not that he and Alina wouldn’t be a cute couple… She was great. Sweet, beautiful, she got along with all of us. How did I not notice that Jungkook liked her?

He nodded excitedly, “Here come help me set it up.” I could feel goosebumps all the way up my arm, and not the good kind. What a joke. I shut my eyes, following after him. I mean, it is my own fault for not telling him how I felt. He was going to get involved with someone at some point. There was always someone trying to talk to him. At least half of the girls who were going to be here tonight had liked Jungkook at some point. Including me, ugh. That’s totally reassuring. I rolled my eyes to myself.

“Hey hey hey.” Taehyung’s voice stopped me before I could get halfway up the steps. He was dressed up as Santa minus the beard, he already had been growing out his own. It wasn’t nearly the bushy thing that actual Santa had. A half baked mustache at best, but it was growing out and he looked handsome anyways. He stared expectantly, “My drink?”

“Oh!” I ran back to him, him thanking me softly as he took the drink. “I hope it’s not bad.”

He sipped at it, “Nothing you make could ever be bad.” He winked.

I smiled, my anxiety a little relieved as I walked back up behind Jungkook. Why was it that I was anxious anway? This had nothing to do with me. If anything I should be happy for Jungkook. It wouldn’t be fair to be jealous, I haven’t ever expressed how I felt. He didn’t even have the slightest clue. My laugh almost escaped me. Jungkook was quite possibly the most oblivious person who ever walked the earth. If I was honest with myself, I could tell him right now that I love him and he would respond with “I love you too bud.”

The conversation from the guest’s got a little quieter as we found the second floor. The lights were off in most of our bedrooms, except Jungkook’s, and Jimin's, which was off to the right. We walked towards the open door of Jungkook’s room. It was nicely made up, a step stool sat in front of the door.

“What do you think? Do you think she’ll see it coming?” The floor was long, Jungkook’s room was pretty far from the stairs. If he hung the mistletoe from his door, chances were anyone could see it as they came up.

“Yeah,” I said, my answer visibly disappointing him. I glanced around, there weren't many places in the house that he could hide it. I frowned, “here.” I walked into his room. “If you hang it on the inside of the door, up a little bit so it’s not completely hanging through the doorway, she won’t be able to see it coming.”

Jungkook squeezed past me to see what I was saying. “Mhm. Great idea!” His eyes widened, and he reached for the mistletoe. It had been laying on his dresser. A green little knot, with a bow tied around it. God it was so cute and I fucking hated it. He came back scooting the step stool under the door and reaching up high. “Can you tell me when you can’t see it through the door?”

I took a few steps back, watching as he moved the plant up higher and higher. I wondered if it was real mistletoe or plastic. Was mistletoe hard to get? Did it matter? “There!” He stopped moving it. The leaves just barely peaked under the frame, no one would see it unless they were looking for it.

He stayed with his arm in the air, his sweater lifted just a little to show his tummy. “Can you get me the tape?” He huffed, stretching even further.

I smiled, amused that he hadn’t thought of that before. I walked back to his room, squeezing underneath him- ignoring his abs, the dumb plant, and finding the tape on the dresser.

“Here.” I held it up for him while walking back out the door. “I’m gonna go-

“Waaaaiit..” Jungkook pouted, coming down from his step stool after he had finished applying the tape. “I still-”

“Ho Ho Ho! Merry Christmas!” It was Taehyung’s jolly voice that echoed through the house. I glanced down the stairs and there she was. Alina smiled, coming in through the door and sliding off her boots. Snow dotted her hair that she had straightened.

“She’s here.” I mouthed to Jungkook, shrugging and about to head down.

I could see him curse under his breath, shaking his head as he walked out to me. His fists were clenched. How curious, so Jungkook did get nervous? I had always wondered if he ever liked someone like this. Liked someone enough to get anxious about rejection. He never seemed nervous when flirting with girls at the bar, or when he talked about going on dates. Seeing him, eyes darting around. He was cute. It meant he really damn liked this girl.

“Heyyy.” I looked up to see Jimin coming out of his room, a fluffy green sweater hung on him loosely, hair silvery with glitter. “What’s this?” He glanced at Jungkook's doorframe, meaning the mistletoe. He looked accusatory at the two of us. “Did what I think just happen, happen?”

“No.” Jungkook snapped at him, his brows furrowed in annoyance. I blinked, avoiding eye contact with either of them. I wasn’t expecting him to be that against the idea. Jungkook sighed, “I-”

“It’s for Alina.” I jumped in, smiling softly to Jungkook who’s face didn’t relax. He shut his eyes, taking a breath. I glanced down the stairs. “We should get back down there before anyone gets suspicious.” I muttered, taking hold of the banister and walking down. I wanted to get out of this situation quickly. There was no way I was being Jungkook’s wingman. No matter how much he wanted me to be. Behind me they continued conversation.

“Alina? Since-”

“Shut up.”

I swallowed the remainder of my drink, and walked back around to the bar. Yoongi was still cooking. I wasn’t even hungry. I didn’t want to be here anymore. My stomach was twisting into awful knots. If I could kick everyone out right now I would. My bedroom was waiting upstairs. There’s always the possibility of locking myself away. The bottles clinked against each other as I started making myself a new beverage, a stronger one.

“Woah there tiger, you haven't eaten yet.” Yoongi huffed, looking shocked at the ratio of alcohol to soda.

“I’m not eating.” I sighed, leaning against the counter. “Sorry Yoongi, I’m not hungry anymore.”

He tilted his head. “It’s your favorite though?” I frowned, and he eyed me up and down as I took another sip. He could read me so well, so I got up and walked away before he said anything else. It was always Yoongi who knew what was going on before anyone else. The only one who knows I like Jungkook.

Out of the blue he had suddenly asked me. “You like Jungkook right?” And that night I was sick of keeping the secret to myself so I spilled it to him. It had made me feel better back then, but this stupid feeling. Why do I have to like him?

I went and sat on the couch where Hobi and some other people were playing Mario Kart. Hoseok let me cuddle into him while I watched them play. Time passed slowly, but I was going to do anything to avoid watching Jungkook talk to Alina. I wondered where they were, if they were already upstairs making out.

Hoseok pinched my shoulder when I let out an annoyingly loud sigh. “What’s wrong with you?” I shrugged, downing the rest of what was in my cup. “You always get drunk when you’re upset.”

With a scoff I turned to him, “I am not drunk!”

Hobi smirked, “Well I know you well enough to tell that you’re trying to be.” I ignored him, but the urge to fill my drink again made me even more annoyed because he was right. “What’s wrong?” He repeated.

“Aren’t I always upset”

“No, you’re my happy little camper.” He squashed me closer to him. “Plus you know you can always talk to me.”

I frowned, whispering, “It’s a secret.”

He hummed, resting his chin on my head. “Do you want to talk about it?” I shook my head underneath him. “Okay.”

“I’m gonna go get drunk now.” I grinned, pushing myself off of him and back to the bar. Another drink down as I walked around the living room. Meaningless conversation after meaningless conversation. Most of these people I didn’t even know. All my friends live with me. These were their friends. Did they even consider me one of their friends? That’s a dumb question. Of course they did. It’s obvious Jungkook thinks he’s your friend. Bestest friends. Only friends.

Another drink down as the last of the guests entered. The table was set, and if I were the only one that was drinking then I’d look like the resident alcoholic. Maybe that’s true. Thank god I wasn’t the only one drinking.

Yoongi made me a plate even though I had told him earlier I didn’t want any. Another drink down as I joined everyone at the table. I avoided sitting next to Jungkook. He had left a spot next to him which I assumed was for Alina. Instead I sat next to Jimin who mumbled something about Jungkook that I didn’t hear. I didn’t want to hear about their kiss if that’s what he was talking about.

“Bestie…” He muttered, looking over at me. “You’re looking rough and the party only started an hour ago.”

“Jimin, has anyone ever told you you’re too honest sometimes.” I huffed, the alcohol not even tasting like alcohol anymore.

He chuckled, “Damn you’re gonna have a great day tomorrow.” I think I registered that as sarcasm. “Did you even mix anything into this drink?” He sniffed it, cringing. No, no I didn’t. “Aren’t you, like, a lightweight or something?”

“She’s going to bed after this.” Hoseok spoke for me, and I shot him a glare. He shrugged, “Isn’t that what you want?” He raised a brow at me. No response. Yes, yes it is what I want.

“Are you okay?” It was Jungkook who asked, dinner was over and I had snuck a glass of wine from out of Hoseok’s view. I stared at him blankly, the concern in his eyes blurry.

No, I’m so in love with you and everytime I look at you it hurts.

“I have to pee.” I giggled, turning to go up the stairs. The bathroom downstairs was too small. No room to pee. I look back at Jungkook who got a sad look on his face. Who hurt him? I wonder. I'll kill them.

I squinted, watching Alina hop over to him with a puzzled look. He shook his head, dismissing her before walking around to the kitchen.

Alina better not have rejected him. I clench my fist looking at the mistletoe as I come up onto the second flight. Don’t I want that though? Yes.

But no. He looked so sad. If she hurt him, I’ll hurt her. I stumble to the bathroom- no this is Jungkook’s room. The mistletoe hanging above me. It must be plastic right. Where the hell can you get real mistletoe? Isn’t mistletoe a weed? Haha. Weed.

“Mai.” I look over. It’s one of Namjoon’s friends, or rather ex-friends from work, some dude named… Named? Named Gamja. Yeah. Gamja. He thought I was cute and someone told me I should go on a date with him. But he’s not Jungkook. He’s just Gamja. Dick Gamja. I almost giggled aloud.

Just Gamja smiled, “Oh look,” He pointed up above me. “Mistletoe.” I blinked, tilting my head in questioning. So what? It’s just a plant. Plastic plant. Just Gamja tilted his head too. He wrapped his hand… No. He wrapped his hand behind my neck, pulling me closer. No. I scrunched up my nose, pulling away as he pulled me closer. I did not want that. Why? I didn’t even want that date to continue. I said no. So there was no second date. He asked me everytime. Every party. Who kept inviting him. No one?

He had to know I was pulling away, but he didn’t let go. I could swear his grip tightened instead. His lips pushed into mine before I could push him off, my stomach twisting. No. I struggled away, his hand reaching for me again.

“Don’t you think that’s a little inappropriate?” His grip never reappeared, I opened my eyes to see Jungkook with his hand on Gamja’s wrist. “She clearly can’t give you consent.” Jungkook glared, me swallowing hard.

Gamja scoffed, “It’s just a kiss bro.” He laughed, gesturing to the plastic weed. “You know, mistletoe?” I shuffled back, my back against the door frame.

“She can’t even form a sentence.” Jungkook retorted, stepping in front of me.

“Yeah…” I agreed, “Wait-” I shook my head. Maybe I could form a sentence right? Fuck, did I really drink that much? I still needed to pee. Or throw up. I didn’t know.

“Regardless it’s common decency to just ask.” Jungkook continued, “She’s alone and drunk and you were just going to kiss her? Yeah fuck right off.” He had let go of Gamja, but I didn’t want him to go away. My lips still tingled. I wanted to throw up.

“You’re assuming-”

“Well imagine what she's thinking.” Jungkook interrupted. “If you’re interested, which we all know you are, then ask her on a date.” He kept going, “Oh yeah, you did. She said no. Is that not enough for you?”

Gamja’s upper lip twitched. “Fuck off.”

“Why don’t you leave.” Jungkook gestured to the stairs, keeping himself between me and Dick Gamja. Jungkook watched as Gamja walked away, keeping his eye on him while he pulled up his phone.

I frowned, watching as Jungkook put his phone to his ear. “Yeah can you make sure Gamja is out the door and doesn’t come back.” Jungkook sighed before hanging up a moment later. He turned to me.

“I’m sorry.” My lips pursed together, swallowing the bile that rose in my throat.

Jungkook only shook his head, “Don’t be. Are you okay?” He asked, pulling me to his chest. I nodded weakly. He rubbed my back, my stomach twisting with the movement of his palm.

“No. I have to throw up.” My stomach muscles were contracting or something, but I booked it. I barely found the toilet before hacking up the minimal food I’d eaten. I gagged again at the smell of it, mostly liquid… disgusting.

“Jeeze, this is why we don’t get wasted the first hour of the Christmas party.” Jungkook reprimanded, and I felt his hand on my back before my hair was pulled away, Jungkook using one of my hair ties to keep it in place. He sighed, “God I don’t know how he even figured out when to show up. Or who let him in.” I barely could hear him. My stomach grumbled. Oh god I hate throwing up. “All the guys know he's not allowed around.”

“Jungkook please.” I silenced him, tossing up disgusting looking fluid. He sat down next to me, his hand resting on my knee.

“Sorry,” He clicked his tongue. “Do you want water?” He tilted his head, but I knew I couldn’t drink any. If I did now I’d only throw it up. “Just rinse your mouth with it.” He got up, filling a glass with lukewarm sink water. “Just gargle it.” It found my hand and I listened to him, not that it helped much.

“Stupid.” I rested my head on the toilet seat.

“Mhm no.” His thumb rubbed circles on my knee. Why was he doing that? I scrunched my eyes shut even more, “It’s not your fault he's a dick.”

I huffed, that much is true. “Why him?” I mutter mostly to myself. Except I’m not by myself damnit.

Jungkook frowned, “I don’t know Mai, I’ll do my best to make sure he doesn’t come to anything else.” My head spun around to Jungkook, my pout never ending. “I’m really sorry.” He looked at me innocently. He doesn’t get it.

Keep your mouth shut. Damnit, don’t say a thing. I collapsed onto his lap. His arm found my back, squeezing my arm gently. “Why couldn’t it have been you?” I whispered, so loud. So damn loud and out loud and he heard it. He heard me say it. Fuck.

“Wha- what?” His body shook as he shook his head in confusion. My hands slammed against my face. Oh my god why’d I say that. It was supposed to be said in my head.

“The fucking mistletoe.” It spilled out, kept spilling out. My eyes rolled back into my head. I couldn’t just shut the fuck up.

“Mai…” He started, and I already wanted to throw up again, a sick feeling twirling in my stomach. “You are stupid.” He chuckled, and my head rushed in confusion. I sat up to face him, my face so warm and red. From the alcohol right?

He scrunched his nose up in his stupid adorable bunny smile. God I love him so much what the hell. “Okay maybe I’m the stupid one.” He admitted, “The mistletoe was for you,” His eyes fell to the floor. “I’m just really bad at planning things and my idea was dumb…” He ranted, me shaking my head that was already so jumbled.

I whined, “So you don’t like Alina?” I covered my mouth once I said it.

His shoulders went lax, “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have confused you like that…” he muttered, “I’m really sorry if I hurt your feelings. I was just nervous that you…”

“Jungkoook” I cried aloud, “I looove youuu.” I pushed his chest gently. “You idiot.” I cried, a drunken tear slipping down my cheek.

“D-don’t cry.” He panicked, placing his hand to my cheek. “Mai” He glowered, pulling me in for a hug. “I can’t believe this is how I have to confess to you.” His heart was beating extra fast. “I love you too dummy.”

I looked up at him, my brows furrowed. “You’re the dummy.”

He leaned back, his back hitting the bathtub, “I really hope you forget all this in the morning so I can tell you how I originally planned to.”

“Noooo.” I pulled him closer by the waist. “I don’t wanna forget that you said that.”

He smiled petting my hair, “Okay okay. You have to let me kiss you under the mistletoe though.”

I nodded fervently, pressing my cheek into his chest. “Yeah, tomorrow, when I don’t have throw-up breath.”

“Deal.”

I peeled my eyes open, my own ceiling above me. Beneath me was the soft fabric of my blankets. My stomach rumbled, slight nausea ruminating. My phone was plugged in next to the bed, I picked it up, it's almost noon. And then I could smell whatever was cooking downstairs, and the clatter of dishes. Slowly I pushed myself up, feeling sticky and gross. I definitely needed a shower. Ignoring the ache in my head and the feeling of my insides still turning I walked around the trashcan placed next to my bed.

My clothing hit the floor as I reddied the shower, setting out some comfy sweats before getting in.

I groaned, my head pounding. Why did I do that to myself? I could have easily just gone to bed, or coped by talking with Hobi. Stupid stupid. I brushed my teeth three times and then threw out the brush.

Finally feeling semi-human again I walked around my room and made sure it was in order. The other’s voices were bounding through the house. Was everyone awake? Was Jungkook? I sighed, opening my door and peering out into the hall. No one was around, but downstairs was the sound of something sizzling, the smell of bacon.

My stomach grumbled and I couldn’t tell if I was hungry or too nauseous to eat anything. Shaking my head I walked out into the hall, tiptoeing towards the stairs.

“Mai.” I jumped at Jungkook’s voice from behind me. He stood in his doorway, standing expectantly.

“Jesus.” I clasped my hand over my heart. “You scared me.” He sighed, brows furrowed. “What?”

He blinked, “You forgot…” His fists clenched,

“What do you mean?”

Jungkook stuttered, “I-” his hands wringing around his shirt. He was nervous…

I smiled, “I’m teasing. I didn’t forget.” I walked over to him, stuffing my hands into my pockets.

He let out a deep sigh, “You’re evil.” He muttered holding a pout of his face. “I kind of got excited to tell you again though.”

My cheeks heated up, “You- you can tell me again.” I swallowed, even though I did remember last night it was all blurry. This felt way more real. Last night was a dream.

He nodded, reaching for my hand, which I tentatively gave him. “Okay.” He shook his head, his grin peaking up. “Well this is dumb but,” He looked up where I already knew the mistletoe was.

“Oh wow!” I giggled, “What a surprise!” I teased.

Jungkook shoved me playfully. “Mai…” His tone regained my attention. “I- I love you.”

I pursed my lips, pulling him closer by his wrist. “I love you too”

“Good,” His hand was trembling. “Glad nothing changed from last night.”

I shook my head, pulling him in for a hug. “No,” I rested my head on his chest. “I’ve been feeling this for a long time now… I don’t think it’ll change all of the sudden.”

“Mhmh.” He hugged me tighter.

“So…?” I glanced up at him, the mistletoe hanging above. It had to be plastic, otherwise it would be drooping and duller in color.

He nodded, “So… can I kiss you?” He chuckled, embarrassed by the question, scratching the back of his head.

I hummed, my cheeks reddened. “Absolutely.”

Jungkook took a deep breath, leaning down and cupping my cheeks in his hands. “I really really like you.” He muttered before kissing me, sighing as he pulled me closer. I relished in his embrace, my hand tracing the back of his neck.

I ticked my head to the side after we pulled away. “I thought you loved me?”

He rolled his eyes, “I really really loveeee you.” His lips found my forehead as he pulled me close once more, swaying with me back and forth happily.

“Ha.” We spun around, Jimin standing in his own doorway. “I thought the two of you oblivious losers would never do it.” He smiled wide, before walking away towards the stairs.

“You’re the oblivious one.” I muttered, poking Jungkook who only scoffed.

“No. You.”

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Most Recent: The Brawl (HTSM) 2/8/24

To all my followers

Hello! All of the content in the masterlist is SFW. Enjoy!

Current projects:

How to Steal Moonlight (sequel to How to Sell Sunshine)

Upcoming project: Amante (Prince!Jimin x Captain of the Guard)

☾ = personal favorite

☀ = reader favorites

OT7 Fics ↓↓

Happy Holidays - BTS Style

A compilation of all the holiday requests I received in preparation for the holidays! (using dialogue prompts)

The Book of Soulmates ☀

A compilation of all the soulmate au requests I received in preparation for Valentine’s day!

Spooked (oneshot) ☀

You + all 7 members of BTS visiting a haunted house. What could go wrong?

So, so much.

The Pact (series) ☾ ☀

The boys made a pact about you. And now they’re each taking you out on a date. To even the playing field or something. (continuation of “Spooked”)

Working Overtime (one shot)

A freak storm forces the biggest band on the planet to spend the evening seeking shelter at your small cafe. Of course, you can't complain about having to work overtime.

Heartbreak Ave. (hyung line) // Heartbreak Blvd. (maknae line)

When they’re in love with you but you have feelings for a different member (reactions)

How to Sell Sunshine ☾☀

“I’ve always wanted to be the villain.” (mafia!au)

How to Steal Moonlight

"When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it." (sequel)

BTS Members as...

sometimes I ask you guys to send in stuff and I write up some stuff for it

Individual Fics ↓↓

Series

7 Secrets

Status: Completed ☾

→ For the past three years, Beth has struggled and fought against the notion that she has a soulmate. It was only when she met six other girls who were in the same predicament that she finally decided that this was her life. The only real problem? Her soulmate has no idea that she even exists. Much less that soulmates are even a thing. Will she ever get to meet her soulmate, the ever popular and beloved Kim Namjoon of BTS? Does she even want to anymore?

7 Secrets Drabbles

Compiled in the link above is a list of all the drabbles I wrote that go along with my series, 7 Secrets. These come from different perspectives and show a bit more of the story! Enjoy!

Oneshots

The one where Beth finds the diss track

It’s Late

→ A peek into your life with Namjoon after an award show. (slice of life au)

Dad of Destruction

→ You love Namjoon with all your heart, and you’re so happy that together, you get to raise this child. However, you also want that child to make it to adulthood in one piece, and Namjoon has a startling talent for breaking things. Mama bear mode = ON.

The Passport ☀

→ You embark on a memorable journey in an attempt to return Kim Namjoon’s passport. What lengths will you go to in order to return his passport on time?

Butter

→ They made ARMY sit through an hour of melting butter. Now we return the favor.

12:22am

→ you were wearing green the last time he saw you.

New Haircut(e), Who Dis?

→ “You’re like a stupid amount of hot no matter what.”

Again

→ In which you and Namjoon both have feelings for each other and finally do something about it.

Little Devil

→ she's a witch. he's a demon. he's her final test. she's his final conquest.

Series

The Other Side

Completed

→ How to survive a soulmate encounter: first, get into separate rooms. Second, call 911 if there are no soulmate assistant present. Should be fairly easy, right?

Oneshots

The one where they just...melted (7 Secrets Drabbles) ☾

Close your eyes

→ friends to lovers au, will Jin finally make his move?

The Escape Room

→ Three words: competitive. escape. room.

If You’ll Have Me ☾ ☀

→ Kim Seokjin. The love of your life. Your boyfriend of three years. The man who insists on taking you to the zoo for every milestone in your lives together. There’s just one thing...you have no idea what you’re celebrating this time.

Cheap Seats

→ “I pay half your cable bill. You wouldn’t survive without me.”

Series

Mine ☾

Completed

→ The first time an up and coming actress sets foot on the Graham Norton show she’s confronted with questions that have less to do with her upcoming film “Young Rising”, and much more to do with BTS. More specifically with one of their rappers, Suga. Cara is an open supporter and fan of the band, however when Min Yoongi is shipped with the bilingual up-and-coming actress after mentioning her in an interview, things start to get out of hand. Fanart, twitter trends, and stalkers ensue, leaving Cara’s career up to an unknown fate. Then comes the moment the world didn’t even realize it was waiting for: a solo track from Agust D that raises more questions than answers, especially for Cara.

Oneshots

The one where Yoongi gets teased (7 Secrets Drabbles)

New Year’s Eve Bliss

→ New Years eve shared giggles with Min Yoongi

Shut Eye // Shut Eye: The Other Side ☀

→ In a world where every night you meet your soulmate in your dreams only to forget their face and voice when you wake up, you’re now more desperate than ever to find them.

Memoir of a Fake Girlfriend ☾ ☀

→ “I need to ask a favor…” “Nope. No way. I am not pretending to be your girlfriend again.” “Oh, c’mon!”

Golden Hour

→ In which Yoongi is the boy you’ve friend-zoned for years and you finally realize that he’s all you want.

Series

Where you should be

Completed

→ There are six words that Jung Ha-rin has carried with her since February of 2019. She repeats them to herself every night when she longs to dream of a certain idol. She chants them to herself at work when her mind starts to wander. And they become her mantra when she can feel Jung Hoseok’s gaze upon her from across the studio. End it before it can begin.

Oneshots

The one where there is no secret cove (7 Secrets Drabbles)

Ivy ☾

→ You’ve been promised to Jung Hoseok for twelve years. You’ve never wanted anything else. Until now. (JHS x reader, JJK x reader)

Make a Move ☀

→ You thought ‘Hope’ was a girl, but looking at the hot dude currently claiming to be your roommate, you might be wrong.

Sunkissed

→ I’ll bring you the sun. (greek gods au)

Series

Lost & Found ☾ ☀

Status: Completed

→ For centuries, people have lied and claimed that the red string of fate is unbreakable. Jimin knows the truth. It’s right there in front of him, in the form of his severed red thread.

Oneshots

The one where Aera gets the hiccups (7 Secrets Drabbles)

New Year’s Eve Mischief

→ Jimin is going to be the death of you.

Walk Away // Come Home ☾

→ "You’re leaving.” “I have to.” “No, you want to. This is your choice.”

Just You

→ Jimin comforts you after a long and stressful day.

You’re Really Gonna Wear That?

→ You attempt to help Jimin set up for a v-live. Keyword: attempt.

The Girl Next Door

→ Jimin can’t keep his eyes off of the girl working the festival stall right next to him. Not that you want him to, of course.

How to Sell Sunshine ☾

→ “I could rip you apart, you know." "That's hardly romantic, Mr. Park."

Series

As Fate Would Have It

Status: under construction

→ “The last time I saw him was July 16, 1392. It was also the day I died.”

Guardian Angel Guidebook

pt. 1 | pt. 2

→ "Kim Taehyung was the most beautiful mortal you'd ever laid eyes on. He was also the most frustrating."

Oneshots

Taehyung birthday oneshot

New Year’s Eve Fireworks

→ It appears that Taehyung forgot about your deathly fear of fireworks. Oops.

Lost in Japan

→ Taehyung gets lost while shooting Bon Voyage in Japan with the members. Thankfully, he runs into you.

Can’t Keep My Hands To Myself // Could you repeat the question? ☀

→ When you lock eyes with your soulmate, you’re immediately teleported to them. So, technically it’s not your fault that you ended up in Kim Taehyung’s lap for all to see.

Falling, falling

→ “I have loathed you since I first laid eyes on you.” “Likewise.”

Cipher

→ kim taehyung is a man cursed to aimlessly wander the earth, gifted with supernatural powers that he can use to sense others’ futures, while his own remains a mystery. he’s sentenced to this dismal life until he finds the one whose fate is intricately entwined with his own. he’s tall - dark - handsome. and he’s currently running a special on palm readings. (first one comes free!)

Series

*coming soon*

Oneshots

The one where Jungkook finds out (7 Secrets Drabbles)

New Year’s Eve Proposal ☀

→ What a way to start the new year.

Whispered Confession

→ “I love you.” “Did you say something?”

Tough Luck ☀

→ doctor!Jungkook, friends to lovers, he’s that annoying neighbor that sings in the shower

Ivy ☾

→ You’ve been promised to Jung Hoseok for twelve years. You’ve never wanted anything else. Until now. (JHS x reader, JJK x reader)

Ended As Quickly As It Started ☀

→ an argument between you and Jungkook ends just as quickly as it began

If I Could Lie ☾ ☀

→ “I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home.” (exes au)

Divorcee (KNJ, KSJ)

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