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one time for the present, two time for the past ♪

JIMIN, TAEHYUNG & JUNGKOOK

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all good things come in 3(0)s ♡ for @heybaetae

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i'm not sure?! (m) | jjk/pjm/kth

title: i'm not sure?!  pairing: jungkook x jimin x taehyung x show producer!reader(f)  rating/genre: m(18+) ; fluff, smut ; the canon idol au summary: You're a producer working on a BTS travel show, called "Are You Sure?!" staring BTS members Jimin and Jungkook, with their fellow member guest star Taehyung. Everything is going well on set as filming for the night comes to an end, but when Jungkook and Jimin inform you that they caught you staring at their shirtless bodies, things quickly escalate between you guys by the poolside. warnings: fluff, language, pwp, threesome, foursome, tit play, nipple play, licking, some body boob worship, blowjobs, hand jobs, eating out, multiple orgasms, ass slapping, light mlm moment, cumming, oral sex (m and f receieving), biting, praise, they all have a big dicks but they're different!, tatted jk and jimin is a warning in itself, jungkook is a bit more rough, jimin is soft :(((, taehyung dom tease!, insinuation that this is not their first rodeo lmfao, kisses note: i am watching are you sure?! and i've thought many thoughts... i hope this one shot can be prescribed to you and heal whatever insane and nasty intrusive thoughts you guys have when watching. i am a simple woman, but these men only slightly older than me have me wrecked :"))) also s/o to @daegudrama for editing despite her busyness total word count: 6.6k drop date: August 29th, 2024 5pm pst ao3 link

A day of filming wrapped as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue over the lush greenery of Jeju Island.

The final shot had captured the last rays of sunlight glinting off the shimmering pool, where Jimin and Jungkook had been playfully splashing each other and playing mermaids, their laughter echoing through the tranquil evening air. The crew began to pack up the equipment, the usual post-shoot chatter filling the space as everyone prepared to unwind after another successful day.

You, the producer, had been watching the monitors closely, ensuring every moment was captured perfectly for "Are You Sure?"—the travel reality show hosted by BTS members Jimin and Jungkook. You’ve seen how their chemistry was undeniable since filming started out in the US in July. Now, once again, their camaraderie was infectious as they explored the beauty of Jeju, Korea with their fellow bandmate and guest star Taehyung by their side. Each outing in Jeju had been a hit: indoor rock climbing, go-karting, savoring omakase as well as other Jeju delicacies, and now, the pool at the luxurious house accommodation, where they seemed to find endless ways to entertain themselves, and the audiences who would eventually be watching this.

However, throughout this filming project, you found your eyes constantly lingering. The cool blue water rippled gently as Jimin and Jungkook clambered out, their naked torsos glistening in the fading light. It wasn’t the first time you’d caught yourself staring a little too long, mesmerized by the sight of them so effortlessly carefree and touchy. There was something about the way they moved, their playful energy, that made it hard to look away.

You shake off the thought. Get it together, Y/N! You finally got a big gig producing a reality show for BTS in your mid-20s and you cannot be ruining it over your lust. You sigh. Maybe the lack of touch and a relationship is really getting to you, but that’s what happens when you value your career above other mundane things. You have to remind yourself that you have to continue staying professional to make it to the end of filming this.

What you don’t know is that your stares haven’t gone unnoticed, especially by the youngest of the trio, Jungkook.

As you begin to collect your things, your heart skips a beat when you hear a voice call out to you.

“Hey, PD-nim. Can you come join us by the pool for a bit before you go,” Jungkook says, his tone casual, but his smile inviting. “We wanted to talk about tomorrow’s shoot.”

Jimin nods in agreement, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leans against the edge of the pool. “Yeah, we’ve got some ideas for tomorrow. Plus, it’s a nice night—no reason to rush off, right?”

You hesitate for a moment, your mind racing. The day has been long, and you can feel the exhaustion settling in. But the chance to spend a few more moments in their company, even if just to discuss the next day's itinerary, is too tempting to resist.

“Uh,” you turn to look around at the other staff, seemingly wondering if you should stay behind.

However, the ones who notice the interaction shrug, seemingly wanting to go back to their accommodation next door and eat dinner. Great.

“Sure, I can stick around for a bit.” trying to keep your voice steady as you walk over to where they’re waiting.

All the staff but you fully exit, closing the large doors that encase you in this space with these beautiful men. You sit on one of the comfortable seats by the pool, nervously hugging your knees as you watch Jimin and Jungkook swim toward you. You notice Taehyung is still inside the living room, lying on the floor as he scrolls on his phone. “Is he coming to join us?” You ask, wondering if there are any concerns for tomorrow, wouldn’t it be good to have him hear this information too?  

“He’ll join us later~” Jimin answers, his tone sounding like he’s up to something, but his adorable smirk makes you not question it.

“Ah, alright.”

A brief silence follows as you look to Jimin and Jungkook to start the conversation, but instead, they exchange a glance and giggle.

You’re confused, but you recognize this as typical behavior from them. “Is there something wrong?”

Jungkook’s giggling becomes softer before it cuts, “You know, we’ve noticed you staring at us too much throughout the trip in America and here.”

Holy shit! They noticed!

Panic sets in. Oh no no no. Is this it? They probably think you’re creepy.  What if they think you’re some sort of sasaeng fan who somehow got involved in the production of this show to stalk them? 

You’ll be labeled a pervert, potentially losing your job and getting blacklisted from the industry. All because you couldn’t keep your eyes off of their beautiful faces… and bodies. It’s not your fault! While you were a fan of BTS years ago, you gave that up once you entered the entertainment industry a few years ago and started out as a production assistant. You’ve occasionally seen them at music and end of the year shows you worked on, but you gently admired them from afar, prioritizing your work over anything else.

“I–” You struggle to find the words to defend yourself. “I’m so sorry!” You cover your face with your hands, your words muffled. “I-I didn’t mean to! Y-You’re… He’s…”

The professional and stoic exterior you’ve maintained begins to crumble now that you’ve been caught red-handed.

But despite your panic, Jimin and Jungkook find your reaction completely endearing.

“She’s reacting exactly as cute as you said!” Jimin laughs, splashing water at Jungkook, who swims toward the pool ladder to get out.

“I didn’t realize she’d be this flustered, though!” Jungkook says, a hint of concern in his voice. He climbs out of the pool and walks toward you, dripping water onto the deck. “PD-nim, don’t worry about it.”

You peek through your fingers, still mortified, as Jungkook approaches, looking as attractive as ever with his body glistening from light reflecting on the remnants of water falling down his body. His expression is soft, reassuring, and it only makes your heart race faster.

Jimin lets out a soft chuckle. “Hey, it’s okay. We’re just teasing you,” His voice is light and teasing as he floats lazily in the pool “We’re not uncomfortable. It’s kind of flattering, actually.”

Jungkook nods, his expression gentle yet probing. “Yup! You’ve been nothing but professional this whole time. We just noticed that… maybe there’s more beneath the surface.”

Jimin gracefully lifts himself out of the pool and takes the seat on your other side. His presence is both comforting and disarming. “It’s like there’s something you’re holding back,” he adds, his tone hiding something deeper. “Something you’re denying yourself.”

You exhale slowly, trying to steady your nerves. Internally, you’re awestruck. It’s like they read you like a book. The intensity of their gazes still makes your heart race. Before you can respond, Jungkook’s eyes drop to your chest, his smile turning playful again.

“You know,” he says, “I noticed the black bikini top peeking out from under your tank top earlier.”

Your breath catches as his fingers touch the straps that tie behind your neck. You’d planned to swim later, after filming, wearing the bikini under your tank top and maxi skirt. Seeing how much fun they were having, you’d wanted to join in. But now, with their attention focused on you, you feel exposed in a way you hadn’t anticipated.

Jimin leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a murmur. “Why don’t you take off your clothes so we can see it better? We’ll help you~”

Take off your clothes?! Your heart pounds in your chest, the suggestion hanging in the air between you. The teasing is taking a turn, and you’re not sure how to respond. Saying no might kill the mood, and who knows what they’d think—or say. But if you say yes… there’s no telling where this might lead.

You’re not sure. But after a moment’s hesitation, you nod, your voice barely above a whisper. “Okay…”

Jungkook gently takes hold of the hem of your tank top, his fingers brushing against your skin. His touch is both soft and deliberate, sending a shiver down your spine as he slowly lifts the fabric, his eyes never leaving yours.

Your breath catches in your throat as Jungkook pulls the tank top over your head, revealing the black bikini top beneath. Your cleavage and the roundness of your breasts are on full display, which makes them slightly more excited. The cool air hits your skin, making you acutely aware of how exposed you are. 

But the look in their eyes isn’t one of judgment—it’s something far more intense, more primal.

Jimin watches with a satisfied smile, his gaze flickering between you and Jungkook. “You don’t need to hide, okay?” he adds, his voice soft yet commanding. “We’re all just having a little fun, right?”

Jungkook’s hands linger on your waist, his thumbs brushing lightly against the skin just above the waistband of your maxi skirt. “This too,” he says, his voice almost a whisper as he hooks his fingers under the fabric.

You glance at Jimin, who nods encouragingly, his eyes dark with anticipation. There’s no turning back now, and a part of you doesn’t want to.

With a gentle tug, Jimin helps you slide the skirt down your hips, letting it pool around your feet. You stand up, stepping out of it. Now, your body is fully on display in the black bikini that suddenly feels far more revealing than it did before.

Jimin’s smile widens as his gaze travels over you, his hand coming to rest on your thigh. “Wow, you look even better than I imagined,” he murmurs, his voice sending a thrill through you.

“She’s really pretty,” Jungkook’s hands trail up your sides, his touch light but possessive. “Let’s go in the pool for a swim,” he says softly, his eyes locked onto yours.

You’re momentarily thrown off by the sudden change of scenario, blinking in surprise. The intensity of the moment shifts, and both Jimin and Jungkook burst into soft giggles at your reaction. Before you can say anything, Jungkook takes your hands and, with a mischievous grin, pulls you up from the lounge chair.

In one swift motion, he lifts you into his arms, the strength in his hold both reassuring and thrilling. “Hold on tight,” he says, winking at you before he leaps into the pool, bringing you along with him.

“Huh!? Wahh!!” The water rushes around you, cool and refreshing as you both plunge beneath the surface.

When you resurface, laughing and splashing, Jimin stands at the edge, watching with amusement. “Wait for me!” he calls out before executing a perfect cannonball right between you and Jungkook, sending a wave of water crashing over both of you.

The three of you laugh as the playful atmosphere takes over. The tension from earlier dissolves into something lighthearted and fun. In the pool, you play a variety of games: splashing water at each other, racing from one end to the other, seeing who can hold their breath the longest, and even attempting to dunk each other under the water.

You become more familiar with them and vice versa.

Jimin and Jungkook take turns lifting you up and tossing you into the deeper end, your laughter echoing in the night. At one point, Jungkook even suggests a round of “chicken fight,” where Jimin hoists you onto his shoulders while Jungkook does the same with an imaginary opponent, both of you trying to push each other off into the water.

As the night progresses, the games become more relaxed, the three of you floating side by side, your bodies gently swaying with the ripples of the water. 

Maybe this is all that’s going to happen. Maybe you were overthinking any other scenario. They were just teasing you because you were staring at them throughout the filming. You guys are gonna call it a night, right?

Right–

“Y/N, can I touch your breasts.”

The sudden question jolts you out of your thoughts, and you quickly stand up in the pool, water cascading off your skin. Jungkook is closer now, his gaze fixed on you with a seriousness that wasn’t there before. His eyes are darker, a smoldering intensity taking over the playful spark you’re used to.

You swallow hard, caught completely off guard. “Is there… a reason?” you manage to ask, your voice coming out shakier than you’d like. You are on the bigger side than most girls here, so it’s not entirely surprising that your chest caught his eye.

Jungkook steps even closer, his presence almost overwhelming. “I’m just curious,” he says softly, his voice low and almost hypnotic. “I want to see how they feel.”

Your heart races, every nerve in your body tingling as the situation escalates far beyond anything you’d imagined. You can’t believe this is happening, and yet, there’s something in the way he looks at you that makes it impossible to say no.

“Uh… sure,” you respond, barely above a whisper, your cheeks burning with a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation.

Jungkook’s hand moves slowly, deliberately, under the cup of your bikini top. His touch is tentative at first, as if he’s savoring the moment, but then his fingers press more firmly against your skin, exploring the softness with a deliberate curiosity. Your breath catches in your throat as you feel his thumb brush against your nipple, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. 

The sensation is heightened by the sight of his tattooed right arm, the intricate patterns of his sleeve adding a dark contrast to his skin. The ink swirls and curves with every movement, the bold lines almost mesmerizing as his hand continues its exploration.

You bite your lip, trying to stifle the sound that threatens to escape, but you can’t help the way your body reacts to his touch. The water feels warmer now, the atmosphere is charged with sexual tension. Luckily the cameras outside are now off, but you still can’t let the staff in the building next door hear anything going on. 

Jimin, who had been floating nearby, quietly watching, now moves closer as well, his eyes glinting with something unreadable. “Jungkook,” he says softly, his voice a gentle reminder that he’s there too, “Don’t hog all the fun.”

Jungkook pulls back slightly, his hand still lingering on your skin as he glances at Jimin with a playful smile. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Jimin leans closer, his gaze intent and voice soft. “I’m going to touch you too, is that okay?”

You nod, anticipation and nervousness swirling within you.

Jimin’s hand moves under the bikini cup to grasp your left breast, his touch gentle yet confident as he begins to explore. His fingers graze and play with your nipple, causing a shiver to run through your body. His thumb and forefingers move in careful back and forth motions. Tenderly tweaking them, carefully observing the way your face reacts to his every touch. He appears as if he is under a trance, and looks at you with such a need in his eyes.

The sensation is heightened by Jungkook, who leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin. 

“I’m gonna remove your top so I can suck on them a bit,” He says shyly, pausing for a moment to untie your bikini straps from the back of your neck and remove your bikini top, before lowering his head and softly pressing his lips to your nipple, his tongue darting out to tease. 

His hands push your breasts together as his tongue caresses the inner curves of your tits, swirling his tongue across them. Your hands are on his shoulders as he continues, licking every inch of your chest, nuzzling his face between them and leaving kisses along the path. His tongue flicks your right nipple and your breathing hitches in your throat. Despite the water in the way, you can feel yourself becoming wet from below.

Jimin watches, clearly intrigued, and soon follows suit, his mouth finding the other breast. He rubs his mouth along it, giving it a couple of kisses then wrapping his lips around it. Suctioning and taking in the tit with such hungry delight. 

You feel like you have whiplash, as you cry out from the warmth of their mouths on your skin, your back arches off of the wall of the pool. You want to touch them, reach for them, feel the silkiness of his hair in your grasp. 

But Jimin doesn’t let up, taking his time licking slowly around your areola until your nipple perks up, hard and stiff. He flicks it with the tip of his tongue, and with the sudden cold from the night air, it feels all too much. 

Jungkook looks up at you through his wet hair, through black lashes as he widens his mouth over your breast, his teeth bared, scraping the fat of your breast without ever breaking the skin. You cry out in a cluster of pleasure, maybe pain, as your senses are confused about all of the sensations at once.

Despite the feelings of them against you, their actions are synchronized and perfectly in tune with each other.

The pool’s gentle ripples and breeze seem to fade into the background as the focus narrows to the intimate touch of the two men. Their movements are tender and explorative, a blend of curiosity and desire that leaves you breathless and overwhelmed.

Your mind is fighting for dear life to stay sane and not lose to your animalistic urges,

“Let’s get out of the pool,” Jungkook commands, his voice firm yet enticing. “I want you to sit back on that daybed couch, baby.”

The shift in how he’s addressing you in the past 45 minutes is striking—both intimate and commanding. You nod, your body responding almost instinctively to his command as you all exit the pool. The three of you walk over to the poolside daybed, water dripping off your bodies, cooling in the night.

You sink into the plush cushions, the soft fabric cool against your heated skin. The daybed is large, designed for lounging, but right now, it feels like the center of something much more intense. Jungkook and Jimin kneel on either side of you, their knees pressing into the mattress as they lean over you, their wet bodies glistening under the soft pool lights.

You look at both of them, a daring thought forming in your mind. “I want to… lick at your chests too,” you say, your voice trembling slightly with a mix of eagerness, shyness and uncertainty.

The thought of exploring the contrasting textures of their skin, the difference in their nipples under your tongue, is almost overwhelming. You wonder how each will react, the mere anticipation making your breath catch.

Jimin’s eyes light up with a mischievous glint. “Go ahead,” he murmurs, his voice a blend of encouragement and desire. “We’re here for you.”

Jungkook watches intently, his gaze dark with expectation. “We’re all yours,” he says softly, his tone dripping with promise.

You reach out tentatively, your fingers brushing against their chests to feel the firmness of their muscles under your touch. The warmth of their skin sends a shiver down your spine as you explore the contours of their bodies. Your hands glide over Jungkook's chest first, pausing to tease his nipples with your fingertips gently. His breath hitches, a low hum of approval escaping his lips as he watches you with darkened eyes.

Encouraged by his reaction, you lean in closer, your mouth hovering just above his skin. You start with a soft kiss on his chest before taking one of his small chocolate nipples into your mouth, your tongue swirling around it in a slow, deliberate motion. Jungkook’s hand instinctively reaches up to cradle the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he lets out a quiet groan of pleasure. His chest rises and falls more rapidly, his breathing growing heavier as you continue to tease him, alternating between gentle licks and firmer sucks.

The sound of his pleasure fuels your desire, making you want to elicit even more reactions from him. But as you pull back slightly, your gaze shifts to Jimin, who has been watching with equal intensity. His eyes are filled with anticipation, his lips slightly parted as if he’s already imagining what it will feel like when it’s his turn.

You move towards Jimin, your fingers tracing the outline of his chest as you did with Jungkook. His skin feels different—softer, yet still firm beneath your touch. Just below his right breast, he has a delicate script tattoo, the word "Nevermind" inked in elegant, flowing letters. You've always found it sexy, this handwritten tattoo adds a personal touch to his perfectly sculpted body.

His nipples are also differently shaped, bigger, and a bit lighter in color. You can feel the slight tremble in his body as you gently roll his nipple between your fingers before leaning in to taste him. Your mouth closes over his nipple, your tongue flicking against it in a teasing rhythm that draws a sharp inhale from him. His hand rests lightly on your shoulder, his grip tightening slightly as you continue to explore him with your mouth.

Jimin’s reactions are more subtle, yet no less intense. His soft moans mix with Jungkook’s heavier breathing, creating a symphony of sounds that only heighten your own arousal. The way their bodies respond to your touch, the contrast in their reactions, drives you to explore further, to discover just how much pleasure you can bring them.

You pull back slightly, glancing toward the large doors that separate the pool area from the rest of the accommodation. A flicker of concern crosses your mind, and you bite your lip before whispering, “You two need to stay quiet. We don’t want anyone overhearing us.”

Any slight mistake and you will lose your job, remember?

Jimin and Jungkook exchange a glance, their playful expressions tinged with a shared understanding. They nod, their eyes never leaving yours as they silently agree to your request. But just as you start to relax, your actions come to a stop when you feel them guiding your hands downwards, placing them on their lower bodies.

Your breath catches as your fingers wrap around their growing hardness, the heat and firmness of their cocks hidden under their swim trunks pressing against your palms. Jimin lets out a shaky exhale, leaning in close enough that you can feel his breath against your ear. “I’ve wanted to feel you so bad for months now,” he confesses, his voice low and thick with desire.

Jungkook, not to be outdone, adds in a hushed tone, his eyes glinting with a dark sparkle, “Me too. You don’t know how much you’ve been driving us crazy.”

Their words send a thrill through you, intensifying the moment. You didn’t realize you were having this effect on them. You look at them both, their shared longing evident in their eyes. Slowly, you pull their members out from their swim trunks, your heart racing as you position yourself between them, sinking to your knees on the cushioned daybed.

Oh fuck…

The size difference even extends to their dicks. Jungkook’s is much longer, with veins prominent on its sides. Jimin’s is shorter, but the girth is insane. You can’t help but imagine how they’d feel inside your pussy. No, you can’t get ahead of yourself Y/N. Not yet at least…

With a mixture of boldness and anticipation, you lean down, your lips parting as you begin to lick at their members, starting with soft, tentative strokes of your tongue. The sensation of their heated skin against your tongue is intoxicating, their quiet groans spurring you on. You alternate between them, your tongue tracing the veins along their lengths, savoring the contrast in texture and taste.

Jimin’s breath hitches as you swirl your tongue around the tip of his member, the salty taste mingling with the slickness of your saliva. His fingers suddenly tighten in your hair, but he remains obediently quiet, the tension in his body evident as he struggles to hold back his angelic voice.

You shift to Jungkook, taking him into your mouth with a slow, deliberate sucking. His quiet sounds of pleasure are like music to your ears, the low hums of approval vibrating. His hands rest on your shoulders, his grip firm but not forceful, guiding you as you take him deeper, feeling the way his body responds to every movement of your tongue.

At the same time, your hand reaches out to Jimin, wrapping around his throbbing length. You start stroking him with a steady rhythm, making sure to keep him engaged, the sensation of your fingers gliding over his slick skin keeping his arousal high. Jimin’s breath hitches, his eyes half-lidded with desire as he watches you.

The two of them try their best to stay quiet, but the occasional gasp, lust-filled phrases or whispered name of yours slips out, betraying their growing need. 

“You’re so good at this PD nim…”

“Y/N, you’re so fucking fine…”

“Such a good girl, Y/N…”

“Fuck, right there…”

The thrill of their restraint only heightens your own arousal, driving you to explore them further, your lips and tongue working in tandem to bring them closer to the edge.

While working your mouth over Jungkook, you feel Jimin’s hand sliding up your body, his fingers brushing against your wet skin before cupping your breast. His thumb grazes over your nipple, teasing it to a hardened peak, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through you. The dual feeling—Jimin’s touch on your breast and Jungkook’s heat filling your mouth—intensifies the moment, driving you to pleasure them both with renewed focus.

The tension in the atmosphere thickens, all your quiet breaths turning into ragged gasps. You can feel the subtle changes in their bodies, the way their muscles tighten, and the way their grips on you grow firmer. The anticipation builds, and you know they’re close, teetering on the edge of release.

Jimin is the first to break the silence, his voice low and filled with need. “Y/N… can I come on your chest?” His eyes are dark with lust, the words almost a plea.

Jungkook isn’t far behind, his voice breathless and shaky as he adds, “And I–I want to come in your mouth. Is that okay?”

The heat in their words sends a shiver down your spine. You pause, looking up at them, their faces flushed with desire. 

“Y-Yes that’s fine with me,” You nod, your consent clear in your eyes and the slight smile that tugs at your lips.

With their requests granted, you resume your ministrations with renewed intensity. Your hands work in tandem, stroking their members with a firm, steady rhythm while your tongue flicks and teases them both. The taste of them lingers on your tongue, salty and intoxicating, driving you to push them further, to bring them to the edge of ecstasy.

Their breaths quicken, and you can tell they’re both struggling to hold back, to savor the moment as long as possible. But the pleasure is overwhelming, and soon their restraint begins to falter.

Jungkook’s voice is the first to crack, a desperate whisper as he warns you, “I’m close… so close…”

Jimin removes his hand from your hair. Instead, Jungkook’s hand, adorned with intricate tattoos and the bold "ARMY" inked across his knuckles, slides from your shoulder to your hair this time. The grip is firm and possessive, his fingers weaving into your strands with a fierce, almost primal hold. The veins beneath his tattooed skin pulsate as he uses his arm to guide you closer, pushing himself deeper into you with each powerful thrust. His tattooed bicep flexes with every movement, demonstrating his strength and control, while the rhythmic thrusts become more urgent.

Jimin's breath hitches as soft, erotic moans escape his lips, each sound laced with urgency to let go. His voice quivers, with a strained yet sensual whisper, “Me too… I’m going to come…” The words tumble out in a series of ragged breaths

With one last, deliberate stroke of your hand and a final suck, you push them both over the edge.

“F-Fuck!” Jimin lets out a guttural groan as he releases, his hot seed spilling onto your breasts, painting your skin with his pleasure. The warmth of it spreads across your breasts, the sensation almost surreal as you continue to stroke him, milking out every last drop.

At the same time, Jungkook’s hips buck slightly as he comes, the hot, salty taste of his release flooding your mouth. You swallow him down eagerly, your tongue swirling around him to milk him of every last bit. The taste of him lingers, warm and slightly bitter, but satisfying in a way that leaves you wanting more.

The sounds they make—those broken moans, the gasps of pleasure—echo in your ears, a symphony of gratification. Their bodies tremble with the aftershocks of their orgasms, their hands gentle but insistent as they guide you through the final moments of their release.

When they’ve finally come down from the high, their breathing ragged but steadying, they look down at you with a mix of awe and satisfaction. The sight of you, your chest slick with Jimin’s release and your lips still wet from Jungkook seems to stir something deeper in them—a shared sense of intimacy that goes beyond mere physical pleasure. Your fingers move instinctively, collecting Jimin’s release and bringing it to your lips, savoring the taste as you clean yourself, erasing the evidence of what just transpired. The sensation is both surreal and thrilling, the intimacy of the moment lingering in the air.

Jungkook's voice breaks through the haze, his tone a mix of innocence and desire. “PD-nim, can we do more with you?” His eyes sparkle with the same enthusiasm you’ve seen during filming, making it nearly impossible to deny him.

“H-Huh!? Oh…” you stammer, caught off guard. That look in his eyes—it’s almost impossible to resist. But a small voice in the back of your mind reminds you that you should be heading back before the other staff starts wondering where you are.

“C’mon, we’ll be quick!” Jimin adds, his voice smooth and coaxing, making it even harder to stick to your resolve. “We can eat you out, or we can penetr—”

Before he can finish, another voice cuts through the tension, startling you. “Oh… so that’s what you guys were doing?”

You turn your head sharply to see Taehyung standing there, now wearing swim trunks, with a smirk playing on his lips. Your heart races, the sudden realization hitting you like a wave. “Oh my God, I forgot about Taehyung…” you gasp, instinctively trying to cover yourself, though it’s far too late for modesty.

“Hey, I thought you were going to head to bed?” Jimin narrows his eyes at the slightly younger man. He must’ve been watching you all this entire time, he thinks.

He chuckles, an amused glint in his eyes as he takes in the scene. “I thought you guys were still playing in the pool or something… but I’m not surprised things ended up this way. You two are always up to shit like this.” He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, clearly unimpressed yet intrigued.

“Huh?” you manage to squeak out, your mind reeling. Always up to shit like this? What’s that supposed to mean–

Taehyung’s smirk deepens, and he steps closer. “Anyways, I’m bored. Let me join in too,” he says casually with a boxy smile, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. “I won’t disappoint heh~” 

He winks. HE WINKS! 

The three members of the BTS maknae line look at you deviously, waiting to pounce on you at your command.

“I don’t think we should be–”

“Are you sure?” Jimin and Jungkook say in unison.

“I… “ The title of the show is going to come back to haunt you.

“I’m not sure…?” You can’t find yourself to say no, having already gone to the deep end.

You will be closer to getting fired if you get caught at this rate, but to hell with it, “Okay, fine!” 

And immediately, they’re all over your body, reigniting the hidden flame in your heart that reminds you how much you loved them as a fan years before. You won’t survive this.

“Come over here,” Taehyung murmurs, his voice deep and commanding as he settles against the pillows of the daybed. He props himself up, making sure he’s comfortable, then motions for you to crawl in front of him.

Your heart races as you move into position, with Jungkook and Jimin on each side of you, their eyes dark with lust. The daybed is deep enough that you’re perfectly nestled between them.

As you get closer to Taehyung, you feel his hands sliding up your thighs, tugging lightly at the waistband of your bikini bottoms. You gasp softly, a thrill running through you as he pulls them down slowly, exposing your wetness. The sensation sends a shiver through you, heightening your anticipation and eagerness to get this over with. You lift your hips slightly to help him slide them off completely, leaving you fully exposed.

Taehyung’s eyes darken as he takes in the sight of you, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice husky with desire.

He props himself up with the pillows behind his head, his hands settling on your hips as he guides you closer. “Sit on my face,” he tells you, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

Your breath catches at the bold command, but the heat in his eyes, the way his hands grip your hips, sends a rush of excitement through you. You move to straddle him, your heart pounding as you position yourself over his face. Jungkook and Jimin remain close, their hands brushing over your body, adding to the growing heat between you all.

As you lower yourself onto his waiting mouth, the first touch of his tongue against your most sensitive spot sends a shockwave of pleasure through your entire body. 

“A-Ah~ T-Taehyung…” You gasp, your fingers gripping the daybed as Taehyung’s tongue begins to work its magic, teasing and tasting you with skillful precision.

Taehyung’s tongue explores you, from your clit to your entrance. His mouth working in a rhythm that leaves you breathless, and your body trembling with the intensity of it all.

Jimin and Jungkook are on either side of you, their hands moving to your breasts, where they each take a breast in their grasp. Their mouths soon follow, lips closing over your nipples as they begin to suck and tease you with their tongues once more. The dual sensation of Taehyung’s mouth on you and the boys’ attention on your breasts sends your mind reeling, pleasure coursing through you to unleash an orgasm. But you need to be patient and let it continue consuming you.

Jungkook’s hand slides down, tugging off Taehyung’s trunks with a practiced ease before wrapping his fingers around Taehyung’s impressive length. The sight makes your eyes widen, but you aren’t entirely surprised by their actions—after all, you’ve seen how touchy BTS are with one another. Even filming earlier in the day and even back in the States. But this? Seeing them work together to push you to the brink of pleasure only makes you even hornier.

And Taehyung’s dick… it’s massive, much bigger than the other two. The way his tan skin contrasts with the thick, veined shaft is mesmerizing, almost too much to take in. You can’t help but imagine what it would feel like inside you, making you ache with the anticipation of trying it next time.

Jimin, not to be outdone, reaches over to stroke Jungkook, his touch slow and deliberate, making sure to keep him just as aroused. His free hand slips down to touch himself, fingers wrapping around his own length as he matches the pace. The sensation of their hands moving in tandem, coupled with the attention they’re lavishing on you, makes your body tremble with need.

You ride Taehyung’s face, grinding down against his mouth as his tongue works magic on you, drawing out every ounce of pleasure he can. Your hands clutch the edges of the daybed for support, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you lose yourself in the sensations they’re giving you. Since you’re facing outwards, Taehyung’s hands slide down to grab your ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he pulls you even closer, deepening the connection between his mouth and your most sensitive spot. His grip is firm and possessive, his fingers digging into your skin as he devours you with renewed intensity. He gives it a slap, which makes you cringe before you go back to indulging in the pleasure.

The feeling of the two men’s mouths on your breasts, Taehyung’s tongue inside you, and the sight of their hands pleasuring each other is almost too much to bear. The pleasure builds to an unbearable peak, your body quivering with the need to release.

Jimin and Jungkook suck harder on your nipples, their teeth grazing them just enough to send jolts of pleasure straight to your core. Taehyung’s tongue flicks and swirls with expert precision, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

And then, finally, it all becomes too much. The pleasure explodes within you, sending you spiraling into an intense orgasm that leaves you gasping for breath. Your body tenses, your thighs clenching around Taehyung’s head as you ride out the waves of ecstasy, the sensation amplified by the boys’ continued ministrations.

As the last tremors of your orgasm fade, you collapse forward slightly, your body spent and trembling. Taehyung gently guides you off him, his lips slick with your arousal, and you fall onto the daybed, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook quickly follow, their own bodies shuddering as they reach their peaks, their releases mingling, landing onto each others bodies or the fabric beneath them.

Now the three of you lay there, breathless and spent, with limbs piled on top of each other. The air is thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction, however a yearning for more still remains. The outdoor area is quiet, save for the sound of your heavy breathing, as you all come down from the high of your shared pleasure.

Jungkook leans in close, his voice low and filled with unfulfilled desire. “I’m so eager to fuck you, but I’ll wait until tomorrow after the itinerary is done,” he murmurs, his eyes smoldering with lust as he looks down at you.

Jimin, still tenderly stroking your skin, adds with a soft smile, “We don’t want you getting into trouble, PD-nim. We’ll be patient.”

You manage a weak smile, your mind swirling with the aftershocks of what just happened. “How have the staff not conveniently come in to check on us?” you wonder aloud, your voice shaky with exhaustion and disbelief.

The three of them exchange a glance, a shared understanding passing between them. 

Don’t say that the staff are aware that they’re doing this…!? Taehyung’s words from earlier were already… odd, but you decide not to think too hard on it right now. You need to head back anyway, so let’s keep this drama-free, you think to yourself. Wouldn’t be the first time you hear about idols doing these things.

They begin to clean you up, wiping away the evidence of your intense encounter.  They’re gentle, their touches soothing as they take care of you, ensuring that you’re comfortable before helping you to your feet to get dressed.

They walk you to the door, each of them pressing a lingering kiss to your lips before they see you out, their eyes filled with satisfaction. You step out, your mind reeling from the events that just transpired.

“Oh my god…” you say to yourself in a whisper.

As you walk away from the daybed, you can’t help but wonder how you ended up in this situation—tangled up with the three members of BTS in a way you never could have imagined. The memory of their hands, their mouths, their words lingers with you, a heady reminder of the connection you’ve just shared. And though you know the risks, the dangers of what you’ve done, you can’t bring yourself to regret a single moment.

With a deep breath, you start heading back to your accommodation, telling yourself you still have more days of this show’s filming to go. And more chance encounters with them as well.

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The End????

A/N: HAPPY SURPRISE ONE SHOT DROP! OKAY. ALSO I HAD PLANNED TO BLUE BALL YOU GUYS AND NOT GIVE YOU A TAE SCENE BUT RAE SAID I SHOULD WRITE IT SO I DID! I've seen all y'all thirsting over are you sure?! and honestly, the maknae line really FED US SO WELL WITH THIS SHOW. also never in my life did i think there would be no censoring of their bodies, but thank you god for allowing us to indulge in their beauty and cute antics lmao. if you somehow survived this and made it to the end, thank you for reading and please let me know what you think or like bc i was going THROUGH IT writing this 🥴 if it wasn’t good, i am so sorry for wasting your time. 😭

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BTS members babygurling like it's nobody's business

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Forever theirs.

Pairing: vminkook x countryside reader.

Contains: psychotic behaviour, a lot of smut, possessiveness, obsession, yandere behaviour, gore, killing, oral sex, rough sex, threesome, three men sharing same woman. Rich vminkook, countryside girl, clit sucking, manipulation.

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Summary: A young woman from the countryside, comes to the city of Seoul to study - at her aunts and call an obsession not only one but three deadly, insanely handsome and rich bachelors. They will do anything to make her theirs. Either with their wealth, charm, and determination. They will stop at nothing to bring her into their lives, even if it means shattering her innocence and leaving her forever changed. Forever theirs even if it includes - killing people.

Tag list: @lilyalone @pjmxxjmdipity @supercoolchem

Chapter fourteen.

I was currently exiting my classroom - finally done with my whole semester final. This week has been a little - better? After that encounter with Taehyung, he has been unbelievably soft with me. So is Jimin, and so is Jungkook which is kinda really unsettling especially someone like him.

It was kinda hard not to fall.

They have been nothing but gentlemen.

But were they being really what they were showing? Or is it just another facade to show that I'm completely theirs? I still haven't forgotten what they have done to me what they are capable of doing.

And I couldn't help but wonder, as the cool winter air hit my face-what monster would I awaken if I ever tried to defy them again?

The cold breeze hit me again as I got outside. I rubbed my arms gently, stepping outside the university. As soon as I went forward. I saw him. Jungkook. Leaning on his Mercedes - wearing his light maroon colour sweater and black pants.

He tilted his head and grinned. Wearing his glasses, like he were waiting for me.

No one here knows that I am related to any of them. Nor did I ever want that. Someone like *me* related to someone like him. I fixed the strap of my bag on my chest. I looked at him again.

I slowly walked towards him.

He opened the passenger door.

I felt the eyes of people on me.

On us.

"Get in, Cyra." He spoke calmly, looking at me behind those glasses. My legs felt like they weren't mine as I walked toward him.

"Now," he added, softer this time, but the softness made it worse.

I slid into the passenger seat, clutching my bag tightly in my lap. Jungkook closed the door behind me and rounded the car, sliding into the driver's seat with a low hum, like this was just another ordinary day.

"You didn't tell me you'd be here," I said quietly, my voice sounding smaller than I wanted it to.

He glanced at me, his lips twitching in amusement. "Do I need to tell you everything I do?"

I opened my mouth to respond but shut it immediately when he leaned closer, tugging my seatbelt across my chest and clicking it in place. His hand lingered on my waist for a moment longer than necessary, his breath brushing against my ear.

"Good girl," he murmured, before pulling back.

My face grew hot, though I hated myself for it.

He started the car, one hand casually on the wheel, the other drumming against the leather. "You're quiet today. Did finals wear you out... or are you still scared of me?"

I turned to look out the window, unsure if I could answer that truthfully.

His low chuckle filled the silence. "You know," he said, voice smooth and unhurried, "it's cute how you still flinch when I touch you. After everything we've done."

I stiffened.

His words felt like ice and fire at the same time.

I kept my eyes on the passing streets, not daring to look at him.

"Where are we going?" I asked, my voice small.

Jungkook smirked, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. "Somewhere nice."

"That's... not an answer."

He glanced at me briefly before returning his focus to the road. "You'll like it. Jimin and Taehyung are waiting."

My chest tightened. "Waiting?"

"For you." He said it so simply, as if the weight of those words didn't crush me.

I pressed my knees together nervously, staring out at the traffic. That's when I felt it - his hand.

Casually, like it belonged there, Jungkook's palm rested on my thigh.

"Relax," he said, voice smooth, almost mocking. "You're shaking."

"I'm not," I muttered.

His thumb brushed lazy circles against the fabric of my skirt. "You are."

My breath hitched.

Every red light felt like an eternity. His hand stayed there, heavy, claiming, sliding ever so slightly up as if testing how far I'd let him go.

"Y'know," Jungkook murmured, leaning a little closer, "you should be excited. They wanted to celebrate your exams. We planned this... for you."

I didn't answer. I couldn't.

Because deep down, I knew - whatever they planned, it wasn't really for me.

It was for them.

I regretted wearing a skirt today.

No, not a skirt - a pretty mid-summer dress. Light green. The one Jimin had insisted I keep, saying it made me look "soft."

I turned my face toward the window, letting the cool breeze from the half-open glass lift my French bangs. Anything to distract myself from the weight of Jungkook's gaze.

"Cute," he muttered, and I couldn't tell if he was talking about the dress or the way I was fidgeting.

His hand moved. Slowly. Deliberately. Up my thigh.

I stiffened, my fingers gripping the hem of my dress. "Jungkook..."

"Hm?" His voice was light, teasing, like this was nothing to him. Like he wasn't burning me alive with his touch.

"Don't."

He chuckled, low and quiet. "You wore this for me. Didn't you?"

I snapped my head toward him, ready to protest, but the words died in my throat when I saw his smirk. That knowing look that said fight me all you want, I'll still win.

The light turned red. He stopped the car but didn't remove his hand. Instead, his thumb dragged lazily across my bare skin, the warmth of his palm seeping into me.

"Jimin and Tae are gonna love this dress," he said, eyes fixed on the road ahead. "Pretty little thing, all for us."

I hated the way my pulse jumped at his words.

"Stop-"

He squeezed my thigh, hard enough to make me gasp.

"Careful, flower," Jungkook said softly, his smirk deepening.

The light turned green. He drove on, his hand staying exactly where it was.

The car ride was long, but silent. I leaned my head against the window watching the trees passing by. I felt a little sleepy, but I don't want to sleep yet. I still didn't answer that job offer letter.

After the last encounter with Taehyung. He kinda avoided me. I knew that softness wouldn't last long. So I didn't let it mess with my head. He stayed silent. I stayed too.

"What's going on in the pretty little head of yours?"

I closed my eyes hearing his words.

I don't have the energy to deal with him. A sigh left my mouth "..'m just tired." I mumble.

"We can fix that if you want." He squeezed my thigh again. "Even though I'm crazily yearning for your attention. All your undivided attention was on those stupid finals of yours."

The car stopped at the red light.

My fingers dug into the seatbelt across my chest. I didn't know what to say-what could I say to that?

His thumb brushed against my chin, tilting my face up toward him as if I could look anywhere else but him.

"All those hours," Jungkook whispered, his lips hovering dangerously close, "you spent buried in books. Ignoring me. Ignoring us."

"I wasn't-"

"You were."

His voice sharpened, but his touch didn't. That somehow made it worse.

"I hate it." His fingers trailed down my neck, stopping at my collarbone. "Hate when you look at anything else like that. I want that face-" he gripped my jaw lightly, forcing me to hold his gaze "-only for me."

I swallowed hard, the weight of his words sinking deep. He wasn't joking. He never joked about things like this.

The light turned green.

He didn't move right away. He stayed like that-hand on my jaw, face inches from mine-as if daring me to say I didn't understand.

Finally, he leaned back, releasing me with a casualness that made me shiver.

"Don't worry," he said smoothly, finally driving forward. "After today, you won't even think about your finals anymore."

My heart thudded painfully. "What does that mean?"

Jungkook only smiled, the kind of smile that promised nothing good.

"You'll see."

The rest of the ride felt like a slow descent into something I couldn't name.

🔸

When the car finally rolled to a stop, I exhaled shakily, only to freeze again when I saw them-

Jimin and Taehyung, leaning against the railing near the edge of the wooden boardwalk.

Waiting. Watching.

Taehyung spotted me first, his grin stretching wide as he spread his arms. "Our little scholar finally arrived."

Jimin tilted his head, smiling, but his eyes told me I wasn't here to celebrate.

I wasn't here for me.

Another warm breeze hit me. The sound of the sea made me feel a little relaxed.

I liked peaceful places. Especially seas.

I rubbed my arms slowly, letting my eyes wander.

There was a big vacation house near the shore, its modern white walls glowing softly under the fading winter sun.

No one was there.

Like this whole place was just for us.

That should've comforted me. Instead, it made my stomach twist.

"Pretty, isn't it?"

Jimin's voice pulled me back.

He walked toward me with that same soft smile that always felt rehearsed, his hands in his coat pockets. When he stopped in front of me, his hand came up to brush my bangs aside, tucking the loose strands behind my ear.

"You look nervous, Angel Eyes," he said softly. "Don't be. We just wanted to celebrate you."

Before I could respond, I felt Taehyung on my other side. He draped an arm over my shoulders, pulling me in like I belonged there.

"Flower," he drawled, his deep voice curling around me, "you look like you don't believe us. After all that studying, don't you think you deserve a little... fun?"

Fun.

The word felt heavier than it should have.

And then Jungkook.

I didn't have to see him to know he was behind me - his presence was a weight on my spine. His hand pressed against the small of my back, steering me forward toward the house.

"Relax, Sugar." His voice was smooth, teasing, but there was no mistaking the command in it. "We just wanna celebrate... our girl."

The three of them. So close. Too close.

The sea was peaceful.

We went inside the vacation house.

Big, beautiful, luxurious.

The kind of place you only see in magazines-tall grid windows letting in the last rays of winter sunlight, pale marble floors that echoed softly under my steps.

No maids. No staff.

Just them.

And me.

Alone.

I slowly looked around, trying to take it all in. Through the windows, big white see-through curtains swayed with the breeze, like ghosts moving to their own rhythm. The salty tang of the sea lingered in the air, mixing with the faint scent of expensive cologne.

"Like it?"

I turned. Jimin was watching me, his smile easy, his hands tucked in his pockets. "We thought you'd like something peaceful, Angel Eyes."

Before I could answer, Taehyung appeared behind me, his fingers brushing over my shoulder lightly, tracing the thin strap of my dress. "Pretty little Flower in a pretty little house," he murmured, low enough that it felt like a secret meant only for me.

Jungkook walked past us, tossing his keys on the marble counter and shrugging off his coat. "Don't just stand there, Sugar," he said lazily, glancing at me over his shoulder. "It's yours too. Explore."

Mine?

I didn't move.

Jimin's hand found the small of my back, giving a gentle push forward. "Go on. We're not going to bite," he said with a soft laugh.

My heart pounded.

I didn't believe him for a second.

"Nice dress." Taehyung spoke.

I looked at him.

"Thank you," I said softly.

"Take it off."

For a moment, I just stared at him. The same man who'd been on his knees a week ago, voice cracking as he begged me to forgive him.

You know what they say?

Devil remained devil.

"We just want you to change into something beachy," Taehyung added, his tone softer now, almost coaxing. But his towering presence made my knees feel weak.

Before I could move, he leaned down, brushing his lips against the corner of my mouth - so lightly it made my skin burn. "Don't make me wait, Flower," he murmured, his voice deep and velvet.

Jungkook chuckled from behind, his voice dripping with amusement. "She's shy. Cute. But you'll look better in what we picked out for you, Sugar."

Jimin appeared at my side, slipping his hand into mine. "We brought you something," he said gently, like he was trying to soothe me. "Let's get you dressed up, hmm? Angel Eyes shouldn't be nervous on her celebration day."

Celebration.

That's what they called this.

"I just got free from finals. It's not something to celebrate about," I sighed, unable to hide the heaviness in my tone.

Before I could take another breath, a sharp swat landed on my backside.

I gasped, spinning slightly-only to feel him.

Jungkook.

His strong arms slid around my waist, locking me in place as his chest pressed against my back. His breath was warm against my neck, sending a shiver down my spine as he nuzzled into the crook of it like he owned me.

"Don't ruin it, Sugar," he murmured, his lips brushing against my skin with every word. "We've been waiting for this. I've been waiting for this."

I tried to twist away, but his grip only tightened.

"Relax," he drawled, as if my resistance amused him. "You should be grateful. Not everyone gets to be celebrated like this."

Taehyung's hand came up to tilt my chin toward him, forcing me to look up into those dark, unwavering eyes. "He's right, Flower," he said smoothly. "Stop acting like you don't like it."

Jimin, as always, was the softest - but his words cut the deepest. He stepped closer, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "We just want to make you happy, Angel Eyes," he whispered. "Why won't you let us?"

Three of them.

Surrounding me.

Holding me.

And I couldn't tell if it was the sea breeze or their touch making it hard to breathe.

Till evening - we stayed in the ocean.

Jungkook dived with me so many times, pulling me under only to bring me back up, his laugh echoing in my ears. We swam. We splashed. We played.

For a while, I actually felt happy.

A little bit.

Jungkook rode his bike along the sand with me clinging behind him, the wind whipping my hair, the salty air filling my lungs. It was fun. It was pretty.

It felt... normal.

I smiled.

I laughed.

And for a moment, I forgot.

Forgot the blood.

Forgot the fear.

Forgot who they really were.

But they didn't forget.

They watched me.

Jimin from the porch, sipping something golden from a glass. Taehyung sitting in the sand, elbows resting on his knees, gaze following me like a shadow. Jungkook checking on me every second in the rearview of his bike, smirking when our eyes met.

They watched me laughing and smiling.

And they'd be lying if they said it didn't make their minds even more of a mess.

Because if I could look that happy without them...

Then they'd have to make sure I never did again.

It was almost evening.

The clouds were pretty — soft strokes of orange and pink, like someone had painted the sky just for me.

It was beautiful.

I stared at it softly, my toes buried in the cool sand as I sat near the shore. The waves lapped lazily at the edges, matching the quiet hum in my head.

Jungkook was at the grill, sleeves pushed up, his tattooed arm catching the last glint of sunlight as he carefully turned the skewers. He looked… normal like this. Domestic, even.

Jimin sat with his legs crossed on the porch steps, swirling wine in his glass as if he were born to look elegant doing nothing.

Taehyung leaned against the wooden railing, also nursing a drink, his eyes half-lidded but never really relaxed. He was watching me. They always watched me.

I lifted my glass to my lips.

The wine was sweet, warm in my throat. My cheeks were already flushed from it — maybe from the sea breeze, maybe from the alcohol. I didn’t care to figure out which.

I let my guard down. A bit too much.

The clouds. The sea. The soft murmur of wind and clinking glasses.

It was making me hazy. Making me forget.

Forget the blood. Forget the fear. Forget the way my life wasn’t mine anymore.

Just for a while…

A little bubble around me.

And I wanted to stay there.

A lantern was handed to me.

Not lit yet.

I blinked, surprised. I loved lanterns — and they knew that. They always knew. I remember that day when it was in the penthouse that day. I clearly remember how beautiful it was.

I stood up, fingers brushing the delicate paper, and looked at Jimin.

His wide, starry eyes reflected the fading colours of the sunset, but they weren’t on the lantern. They were on me.

“Where did you get that?” I asked softly, staring at it like it was the most precious thing in the world.

He handed me a lighter, his fingers grazing mine. “It was Jungkook’s idea,” he said, his voice as smooth as the sea breeze.

I glanced at Jungkook.

He didn’t look back — only gave me the quickest glance before returning to the barbecue.

A small, unexpected warmth bloomed in my chest.

I lit it.

The lantern came alive with a beautiful golden glow, its light painting my hands, my face. Carefully, I let it go, watching it float upward until it joined the others dotting the star-filled sky.

I smiled softly. “It’s pretty, right?”

“Pretty,” Jimin murmured.

But when I turned, he wasn’t looking at the sky.

He was staring at me.

My hand reached for the glass of wine on the table, but before I could bring it to my lips, Jungkook’s hand intercepted mine.

“Not on an empty stomach,” he said flatly.

I blinked at him, his tone cutting through the hazy warmth in my head.

Maybe it was the wine already in my system.

Maybe it was the false safety I’d let myself fall into.

Or maybe I was just tired of always being told what to do.

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

The words left my mouth before I could catch them, sharp and impulsive.

Silence.

Even the waves outside seemed to be still.

Jimin raised his brows slightly, lips curling in quiet amusement as if to say, Oh, now you’ve done it.

Taehyung’s grip around my waist tightened—not painfully, but enough for me to feel the unspoken warning in it.

And Jungkook?

He just stared at me.

Not with anger.

With that unnerving calm that always came before the storm.

A slow, dangerous smirk spread across his lips as he leaned closer.

“Say that again,” he murmured.

The air thickened instantly. “I–I meant—” my voice faltered as I looked up at him, trying to soften the words, “I just want to enjoy my night. It’s just… a wine.”

My attempt at reason sounded so small in the heavy silence that followed.

I felt Taehyung nuzzle in closer, his nose brushing along my jaw, his arms tightening around my waist like a vice. “Flower,” he murmured against my skin, “you don’t know when you’re poking the wrong beast.”

My eyes stayed locked on Jungkook.

He hadn’t moved.

Hadn’t blinked.

That calm, dark stare of his was worse than any yelling.

Then, finally, he chuckled. Soft. Dangerous.

“Just a wine,” he repeated, tilting his head. “You think I’m telling you what to do for no reason, Sugar?”

I opened my mouth to answer, but the words stuck in my throat.

Jungkook slowly stepped closer, closing the space between us inch by inch, until I could feel the heat radiating off his body.

“You keep forgetting,” he said lowly, his voice laced with something that made my pulse hammer, “your nights, your fun, your little freedoms… they’re ours to give.”

Jimin’s voice slid in, deceptively soft. “Angel Eyes, you really should thank him instead of arguing. He’s only taking care of you.”

I couldn’t tell if I wanted to run or sink into the floor.

“Yeah?” My voice wavered, but I didn’t stop. “That care? All of you stalking me and recording all those tapes where you guys fucked me?”

The words spilt out like poison I couldn’t hold back.

And the second they were in the air—

I knew.

I should shut the fuck up.

My chest heaved.

How much courage… or stupidity… had I grown to speak like that?

Silence.

Utter, suffocating silence.

Jimin’s smile didn’t fade, but it sharpened — like a blade hidden in silk.

Taehyung stilled behind me, his breath hot against my ear, but his hold on my waist became bruising.

And Jungkook…

Jungkook laughed.

A short, low, disbelieving laugh that sent a chill down my spine.

“Oh…” He tilted his head, his tongue poking against the inside of his cheek as if he was savouring the moment. “There she is.”

He stepped forward until I had no choice but to tilt my head back to keep his gaze.

“She grew some balls,” Jungkook murmured. “Go on, Sugar. Be brave.”

His hand came up, gripping my jaw, forcing me to look at him.

“You want to talk about those tapes?” His smirk deepened, but his eyes were cold. “Then let’s make another one tonight. Since you’re so eager.”

My heart dropped to my stomach.

“She always forgets who’s treating her sick grandma. Who’s paying for her university fees? Isn’t that right?” Jimin’s tone was light, conversational — but every word was a blade. He tsked, mocking, manipulative. He shook his head.

My head whipped toward him, throat tightening.

They always used her. My only family. My grandma.

As usual.

“I–I go to university because I got the scholarship, alright? And—”

My words cut off.

“Oh?”

Taehyung’s voice sliced through mine.

“Your scholarship can be fucking cancelled, Cyra.”

He moved away from the railing, finally putting distance between us — but it wasn’t freedom. It was worse.

He stood there, looking at me like a king passing judgment.

“You know what?” He cocked his head, his dark hair falling slightly over his eyes. “Jungkook’s right.”

A smirk curled his lips, slow and cruel.

“You need your pussy whipped for a while.”

My stomach dropped.

Taehyung started toward me, unhurried. Each step made the air heavier.

“We’ve been a little too lenient on you.”

“–I-I’m sorry,” I whispered, softly. “I… didn’t mean to.”

Before I could blink, I was scooped up — lifted like I weighed nothing.

Jimin.

Bridal style, his grip secure and unyielding, his perfume and wine mixing with the scent of the sea.

“You smell amazing,” he murmured, voice low, almost reverent. But his eyes…

His eyes weren’t soft.

They were siren-like. Lusty. Obsessive.

The smell of the ocean. Of salt. Of me jasmine perfume clinging to my skin — it was making him go insane.

My pulse hammered.

He carried me inside, unhurried, like I was something precious. Something owned.

Then he dropped me onto the bed.

The mattress dipped beneath me as I stared up at him, my chest heaving.

“Get on your knees,” Jimin murmured, undoing his belt with deliberate slowness.

I didn’t move.

Couldn’t.

His gaze hardened.

And then, without looking at me, he spoke: “Taehyung. Call the doctors. Tell them to stop her grandma’s surgery.”

My world stopped.

“No!” The word ripped from my throat, panicked and raw. Tears burned my eyes instantly, unshed and blurring my vision.

The one thing I had. The only reason I endured this.

Gone—because I opened my mouth.

In that single moment, it hit me all over again:

The ocean. The lanterns. The laughter.

All of it had been a bubble.

And it just burst. My drunk ass will get me in trouble. I always ruin things.

Jimin didn’t flinch at my panic.

“On. Your. Knees,” he said, slow, deliberate, his fingers still at his belt.

I froze.

My mouth opened, closed. The tears burned hotter.

“Jimin—”

“Taehyung,” he said again, calm as ice, “make the call.”

“No!” The word tore out of me, broken.

My grandma. My only reason to keep breathing through this hell.

I scrambled forward, my hands shaking as I grabbed Jimin’s wrist. “Please, please don’t—don’t do that. I’ll—”

“You’ll what?”

He crouched in front of me, his face inches from mine, his voice deceptively soft. “Do what I say?”

My lips trembled.

“Say it.”

“I’ll… do what you say.”

Jimin smiled. Not kind. Predatory.

“Good girl,” he murmured, grabbing my chin and tilting my face up to him. “Now, on your knees.”

With shaking legs, I slid off the bed and onto the floor, the rug rough against my bare skin.

The belt buckle clinked as Jimin undid it fully, letting it hang loose.

“You look so pretty like this, Angel Eyes,” he said, voice low, threading his fingers through my hair. “So much better when you remember who owns you.”

A low chuckle came from behind.

“Already?” Jungkook’s voice, amused and cruel.

I stiffened as I felt him come up behind me, his hand sliding over my exposed shoulder, down my arm — casual, like I was furniture.

“She’s finally behaving,” Jungkook said, crouching down behind me. I felt his breath against my neck. “Shouldn’t waste it.”

His hand slid to my thigh, firm and possessive. “Spread them a little, Sugar.”

My body went rigid.

Jimin’s grip on my hair tightened, jerking my gaze back to him. “Don’t make him ask twice.”

I obeyed. Barely.

“That’s better,” Jungkook murmured against my ear, his fingers tracing higher, closer, his other hand wrapping around my throat just enough to remind me who was in control.

Jimin unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out letting himself free, and his thumb brushed my trembling lower lip. “Open up.”

I hesitated — for half a second.

Wrong move.

Jungkook squeezed my throat, not enough to choke, just enough to force a gasp.

“There’s that mouth,” Jimin said, smirking as he slid his thumb past my lips, pressing down on my tongue. “Let’s put it to better use.”

Jimin pressed the tip of his cock against my lips, his smirk deepening when I flinched. He traced my lips with his cock head. The precum coating my lips.

“Open wider, Angel Eyes,” he said softly — but there was no patience in his tone. “You don’t want Taehyung making that call, do you?”

My hands trembled against my thighs. Slowly, I opened my mouth wider.

“That’s it.”

He pushed the cock past my lips, groaning low in his throat as I choked softly around him. He was big. I gagged around him.

“God, you look perfect like this,” Jimin muttered, one hand tangled in my hair as he guided me, setting his rhythm. “So obedient when it counts. Aren’t you?”

Behind me, Jungkook laughed under his breath.

“She’s obedient now,” he said, his hand slipping up my dress, fingers pressing into my inner thigh. “She’s shaking like a scared little bunny, but look how wet she is.”

I whimpered, trying to pull away, but Jimin held me in place, his hips moving slowly, deliberately against my mouth.

“Don’t hide,” Jungkook murmured in my ear, his other hand gripping my throat lightly, tilting my head back just enough for Jimin to push deeper. “We like it when you feel this. You like when we take care of you, don’t you, Sugar?”

Tears stung my eyes as I tried to shake my head, but Jungkook only squeezed my throat in warning.

“She’ll learn,” he said, almost lazily, fingers brushing over the soaked fabric between my legs. “They always do.”

“Flower.”

Taehyung’s voice.

I didn’t even hear him move, but now he was beside me, crouched down, his hand stroking my cheek with surprising gentleness.

“Look at me.”

I couldn’t—not like this.

“Look. At. Me.”

My watery gaze met his.

“Good girl,” Taehyung said, kissing my damp cheek softly, like we weren’t in the middle of hell. “That’s all you have to do. Obey. And we’ll keep your little world safe.”

Jimin groaned, hips snapping harder, making me gag around him. “Fuck, she’s perfect. Take it, Angel Eyes. All of it.”

Jungkook chuckled, fingers finally sliding past my underwear, his fingers pressing on my dripping clit. My body is betraying me as usual. He slid his finger inside my whole pressing against me without warning. “So tight,” he muttered, almost to himself. “She’s dripping.”

I gasped around Jimin, my nails digging into the rug beneath me.

“Don’t worry,” Jungkook whispered against my ear, dark and low. “We’ll remind you exactly who you belong to.”

I hold Jimin's thighs softly. Almost digging my nails. He grunted, "Oh fuck, yeah, my angel, just like that. Let me fuck your delicious mouth. Suck my cock."

Jimin reached his high with a low, guttural groan, his grip in my hair tightening as he spilled himself down my throat. I whimpered, tears slipping hot and fast down my cheeks as I tried to breathe through it.

He pulled back slowly, watching me cough softly, my lips wet and trembling.

“Pretty,” Jungkook said.

The word rolled lazily off his tongue as he crouched in front of me, catching one of the tears with his thumb. He wiped it from my flushed cheek, his smile infuriatingly soft — like this was tenderness.

“Even when you cry, Sugar. Especially when you cry.”

He pressed his thumb into my lower lip, dragging it down just slightly before leaning in to kiss the corner of my mouth, tasting Jimin still on me.

Behind me, I felt Taehyung’s hand slide up my back, grounding and suffocating all at once.

“You take us so well, Flower,” he murmured, almost lovingly. “But we’re not done.”

My stomach twisted.

Jungkook tilted his head, that calm smile still in place. “Not even close.”

[ishouldbesleepin]

[yuzuteashop]

Please accept Jiminie's ssam!

(Are you Sure? Ep. 3 in Jeju)

[lesbiansuga]

maknae line at the beach 🌊 cr. moreloveforhobi

[jeongyukook]

JULY BANGTAN LIVE WE ARE SO BACK 😭💜

[andy-wm]

Jeju: Are you Sure?

Because I am not

I've had this post rattling around in my drafts for months. Every time I go back to it I think to myself.... @curio-queries has probably covered this territory already ... but I can't let it go.

lt's all about the last day of the Are You Sure Jeju trip.

Episode 5 - Day 3.

That's when Tae goes off to 'exercise' early in the morning.

But does he really go on Day 3?

Absolutely nothing in that episode makes sense.

It's stitched together like Frankenstein's monster, and riddled with so many inconsistencies that I can only assume there was no Day 3.

My suspicions started with JK supposedly cooking stew for everyone on Day 3 when they return from lunch at Danso.

Except clearly he didn't cook on Day 3...because the boardshorts are all hanging neatly on their hangers... where they were on Day 1.

Not only that, but the drinks they bought at the Coffee Bean drive through in Aewol (or new, identical drinks) are on the kitchen counter.

It's possible they stopped at the Coffee Bean again on their way back from lunch at Danso, but how does that explain the board shorts?

The staff don't tidy up after them, that much is clear. And if there was a housekeeping service I can't understand why they'd pick up the board shorts, hang them exactly as they were on Day 1, and leave the rest of the house looking like its been burgled.

Tae is shown quietly leaving the house to play golf. But when JK and Jimin go downstairs, we're obviously watching footage from a different day:

There are new, different drinks - only TWO cups of a blue/green colour - on the kitchen counter. And the boardshorts (worn the previous night) are on their hangers. So when the heck was THAT filmed? Day 1?

Top: Tae leaves - morning of Day 3. No boardshorts. No green drinks. Suitcases & backpack.

Bottom: Jk and Jimin go downstairs - morning of Day 3 (?) Boardshorts on hangers.... the same boardshorts they theoretically wore the night before in the pool. Green drinks on kitchen counter. Suitcases in different positions. Etc.

There are many other inconsistencies...

Jimin and JK are going to meet Tae for Iunch. Jimin dresses and styles his hair but then appears downstairs wearing different clothes and a different hairstyle.

Are You Sure both of these are the morning of Day 3?

Incidentally, Jungkook rolls out of bed and sits on the sofa for a moment before hassling Jimin - who is showered and mostly dressed - to get moving.

Why?

Are they late for lunch? If so, how? They've had ALL MORNING...

Asking for a friend 👀

Tae washed up before bed the night before, and then Jimin styles his hair in the same space the next morning... but the space looks completely different.

In just about every shot there are inconsistencies with the luggage, scatrered belongs, their clothing, etc.

Why is one of the two pink toothbrushes still in its packaging? Who's sharing a toothbrush?

(I'll give you 3 gesses haha)

Whose toothbrush lies on the kitchen counter for most of the 3 episodes?

How did Jimin get that injury under his chin?

Did they think we wouldn't notice?

And speaking of luggage...

Why the massive discrepancy in size between Jimin and Jungkook's luggage and Tae's luggage? Jikook's suitcases are HUGE. How much longer are the two of them staying?

The bed Jimin slept in is miraculously made up when JK staggers out of bed. And we know Jimin (aka Mr Floordrobe) well enough to know he didn't make that bed.

Another aside...

JK doesnt even wash his face or fix his hair before leaving for the restaurant 🤦‍♂️🤣.

He stumbles out of bed and rolls around on the floor downstairs, (or does he? No cups of green drink in that bit of footage). Then he suns his back, sprays himself with cologne, and puts on a face mask. Thats it.

They return from Danso and this is where we're shown the footage of JK cooking.

Tae has gone upstairs to sleep before the other two even enter the house. Seems strange but okay.

But why does he not sleep in his own bed from the night before? Why does he choose the bed Jimin was supposed to have slept in?

So many questions!

This whole episode feels like it was put together by a dodgy Al.

Superficially it follows an arc but visually it's a six-fingered hand. It's so full of holes that it almost seems like they're messing with us.

It can't just be slapdash editing. There has to be a reason for it.

Maybe they had to manufacture an extra episode to make up for a lack of usable material in the US?

That's the only thing that makes sense

But then I think back to jikooks' enormous luggage.

Were they really only there for 2 days?

Surely not??

I honestly don't understand. I have no idea what was happening here.

It's so distracting!!

All I know is I can't watch that episode without my brain splitting itself in two so that one half can add to the list of discrepancies while I try to just enjoy the fun moments with the other half.

And now you can all go back and watch again and be distracted by those details as well.

You're welcome!! 🤣

[devotedfem]

«Scream»

Synopsis: It's late and you're watching horror movies. But someone's calling you, a weirdo asking you questions about classic horror films. Nothing was wrong until he started to threat you, and when you hang up the phone you realized there's murderers wearing ghostface masks in your house.

Maknae line (poly) x f. Reader

2.7K words.

Genre: Scream au | yander-ish.

Tags: psycopaths maknae line, mind games, psychological terror, murderers (implied but not described), betrayal, the maknae line are a menace here, emotional conflict, delusional maknae line, angry reader, very VERY dubious consent (coercion is not consent so read with caution), happy ending for them not for reader, smut, overstimulation.

A/N: I'm so sorry for disappearing for literally a month, i moved to another country and life has been very stressful lately, so yeah i took a break from writing but here i am again, writing lots of vminkook p0rn. Hope you enjoy!

From the series masterlist; Final girl.

Navigation Masterlist.

You’re eating popcorn, resting on your couch with your feet up on the armchair. You took a gulp of your coke can without breaking your gaze from the tv screen, you startled staining your shirt when the slasher appeared from nowhere, you cursed under your breath taking off your shirt but before you can go to your room to change, your phone vibrated with notifications. You turned them off because the boys always get annoying on the weekends.

You opened the group chat, rolling your eyes when you see the 123 unread messages.

Group chat: Y/n and the homos.

Jiminie: Guys can u please stfu for a moment, I wanna sleep but u don’t stop talking shit.

You: let’s kicked them out of the group Jiminie, I swear I can’t even watch a movie in peace.

Jjk: u two r so fcking boring.

Tae: right? Like can u two at least read what were talking abt.

You: we’re*

Jiminie: lol

Jjk: Guys this is serious, there’s a sicko killing people wearing a ghostface mask.

You: Ghostface masks are hot.

Tae: ??

Jjk: ???????

Jiminie: ik right

You: Anyway, maybe is just a rookie killer without imagination, like it’s Halloween and there’s a lot of sickos around here. Just closed ur doors and don’t be a pussy.

Tae: I’m literally speechless.

Jiminie: Bye I’m sleeping, stfu.

Jjk: we warned u.

You dropped your phone on the couch, walking to your kitchen to make more popcorn. You missed the plot twist of the movie because of your friend’s annoying group chat.

You were on your bra and pajama pants, not caring about anything in the world. Until your home phone rings in your kitchen making you stop immediately. You frowned tilting your head to the side, watching the old home phone still ringing. It’s being ages since someone called to that number, you didn’t even know that the ancient thing was still working.

“Odd,” you murmured to yourself, answering the phone.

“Hello?”

You heard a heavy breath on the other side of the phone. The person says nothing back, making you frown.

“Who’s this? And why are you calling to this number?” Your patience was running thin ice.

“I’m watching you,” said a man with a low voice.

You rolled your eyes with annoyance.

“Is this a prank? Don’t call to this number again or I’ll fuck you up.”

You were about to hang up the phone but a deep chuckle from the man stopped you. Why does he sound familiar to you?

“Are you watching Friday the 13th?” He taunted. His voice sounded odd, like if he was lowering it purposely.

Your stomach sink with dread, your heart rate speed up when you heard from the tv the slasher killing people.

“What if I do?” You gritted between teeth, keeping an eye on your surroundings. You won’t show fear to that weirdo.

 “Let’s play a game, I’ll ask you some questions about horror movies. And if you answer wrong, I’ll kill you.”

Your eyes widened by his words, you were about to hang up and call the police but the other man was quicker than you.

“If you hang up or try to touch your fucking phone I’ll slice your neck,” the threat made you freeze on your place, the wire of the home phone wouldn't let you move far away anyway.

You felt your eyes sting up with tears by fear. You remember Jungkook and Taehyung warning.

Your breath turned shallow and your grip on the home phone started to tremble. You felt cornered and scared.

“What’s the identity of the masked killer of Scream?”

You inhaled deep, this one was easy.

“Uhm, his name was Billy, Sidney’s boyfriend.”

Your eyes roamed your kitchen, watching your surroundings again with dread and fear.

“Good.”

You couldn’t help but frown again because he sounded so familiar to you, but you can’t pinpoint of whom that voice belongs to.

“Last one; what’s the plot twist of Friday the 13th?”

Fucking fucker.

This time your eyes blurred by unshed tears because of how nervous and panicked you felt. You’ve never been good at dealing with strong emotions, even when you try to act tough, in your insides you’re very easy to scare and intimidate.

“I- please i-I don’t know,” you stuttered with quivering lips, you feel like having a panic attack.

“Look behind you, sweetheart.”

Your breath hitched sharply, you turned your neck to look behind you, widening your eyes and screaming at the top of your lungs when you saw a man in your kitchen, wearing a ghostface mask and waving his unoccupied hand at you.

And then you run.

And he did it too.

You grabbed your phone from the couch, noticing with horror how the SIM card was missing. But you didn’t have time to linger about that thought.

You listened to his steps chasing you from behind, making you run faster by the increase of adrenaline pumping your veins.

You tried to open the front door of your house, but it didn’t budge. You were home alone, your parents went out in a trip.

You were fucked up.

Without any more options, you climbed the staircases hiding in a bathroom.

You try texting your parents but it was past midnight and your phone didn’t have its sim card, so you can’t call neither text.

That’s why you opened the app where you and your friends have the group chat.

Group chat: Y/n and the homos.

You: CALL THE POLICE THERE’S SOMEONE IN MY HOUSE AND THEYTOOKMYSIM CARD

Jjk: y/n? what the fuck, that’s not funny.

You: PLEASE IM NOT JOKING AND I CANTK CALLM THEPLICE

Tae: are you being serious right know?

Jiminnie: you guys again?

Jjk: Y/n’s saying there’s someone in her house but she can’t call the police but she can chat with us lol.

You: GUYS PLEASEIMSERIUS PLEASE HES COMING I NEED YOUR HELP CALL THE POLICE!!!!!!!!!!!

Tae: dude writing in capitals won’t make your prank more credible

You screamed into your hand with frustration, pulling your hairs out and weeping with fear, you wanted to smash your head against the tiles by exasperation. They weren’t taking you seriously.

Then you half open the door quietly, watching the murderer roaming the hallway. When he turned his back to you, distracted on his phone, you took yours to snap a picture of him.

Group chat: Y/n and the homos.

You: *send picture*

You: THIS IS HIM HES INMYHOUSE

Jjk: what the fuck

You: JUNGKOOK IM HAVINGAPANICK ATTACK CALL THE FUCKING POLICE OR ILL KILL YOU MYSELF

Tae: Damn no need to be so harsh y/n, calm down.

You: CALL THE POLICE YOU MORONS

Jiminnie: u guys r so annoying

You: jiminniehelp me please please please im scared imnot lying

Jjk: y/n you’re making me worry, aren’t you fucking with us?

You: NOO!!!!!!!!

Tae: oh well, then we should do something abt it

You: OFC U IDIOT

Jjk: yeah ur right tae, what we should do?

You: CALLTHEPOLICE?????!!!!!!!!

Tae: u think so?

Jjk: mm not so sure

Tae: and u Jiminnie, what do u think?

You: guys whats happening, please im scared

Jiminnie: I think I’ll go and help my y/n.

You frowned with trembling hands, tasting the saltiness of your silent tears. You were about to throw up and insult them again but the bathroom’s door opening made you jump with fear.

“Here you are.”

In any other circumstance you would scream and run for your life, you would grab something from the bathroom to throw it at him and save your life. But none of that happened, you stayed in your spot freeze, maybe because you were having a panic attack, but even then your primal instincts should fuel you to run. But that wasn’t the reason of your frozen state. Not at all. It was the fact that you recognized that voice.

“You… are you…”

Then the murderer took off his ghostface mask, tilting his head to the side and making your heart shatter.

“Yes my y/n?”

Jimin, fucking Park Jimin.

The deep fear was replaced by ugly hurt and anger. You saw red, walking towards him with your fists clenched, you punched him on his shoulder but he didn’t budge.

“How dare you scared me like that! You think is funny?! I hate you so much, I don’t want to see your fucking face ever again. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” you screamed at the top of your lungs, with angry tears streaming to your chin.

“You thought I was joking?” he asked with mirth, the dark glint in his eyes turned your stomach with dread.

“Just get out Jimin,” you said tired and hurt.

“Y/n, I’m here to kill you-”

And just by that your fear came back twice as hard, your ears buzzed clogging up Jimin’s next words.

You ignored your throat lump of hurt and betrayal, you felt numb while running away from him, hiding in one of the bottom’s cabinets of your kitchen.

You wrapped your arms around your legs, pulling your knees to your chest. You cried until you felt your eyes swelling.

“Y/n? Baby where are you?”

Your eyes widened at Taehyung’s sweet voice calling for you.

You didn’t think twice before opening the cabinet and throwing yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Taehyung chuckled hugging you back as hard, stroking your hair while you’re crying on his neck.

“There there, nothing bad will happen to you.”

The shinning knife in Taehyung’s other hand knocked some sense into you. The realization of your reality hit you hard making you gasp and break the hug in a flash, you watched him with your jaw set and your eyes showing the deep hurt and betrayal you felt inside.

Taehyung foxy smile widened on his lips, he pouted when you took a step back from him.

“I won’t hurt you, I promise,” he said softly, biting his bottom lip to stop a smirk.

You let him come closer to you just a step, and then you blow his head with a pan making him whimper with pain. You used his moment of confusion to run away past him.

You opened a window to get out of your house, your ears were buzzing by the raw adrenaline pumping your veins like liquid fire.

You were so, so close to reach your car until you’re not. The next thing you know is that you’re falling face down on the floor by a body launching at your back. You groaned with pain, feeling the body pinning you to the ground by its weight.

“Caught you,” Jungkook’s voice taunted against your ear, sounding out of breath.

You screamed at the top of your lungs, making Jungkook cursed under his breath. He covered your mouth quickly, lifting your body to take you inside the house again.

Your eyes were too swollen by the amount of tears you shed tonight, you were tired and hurt by their sick game.

Jungkook sat on your couch with you on his lap, one arm wrapped around your naked waist to pull you against his chest.

“Isn’t she so cute?” asked Jimin sighing dreamily, you felt acid rage running your veins. You felt like being mocked on.

“A little feisty, but pretty.” Taehyung sat beside you on the couch, his forehead dripping a little bit of blood. You smiled wide at his wound.

“Did it hurt?” You pointed to his forehead, he simply nodded with the corner of his lips curling down.

“Good,” you grinned with hatred.

“Now now, no need to be mean to our Taetae.” Jimin squatted before you, stroking your cheek even when you flinched your face away with disgust.

“No need to be fucking weirdos either, if you want to kill me do it already.” And then you literally spat on Jimin’s face, but to your horror and disgust he grinned wide tasting your drool with his tongue.

You wanted to throw up at the nasty sight.

“Sweetheart, we don’t want to hurt you, even less kill you,” chuckled lowly Jungkook behind you, his grip on your waist tightened a little.

“What? But Jimin said-“

“I didn't say anything, silly. You didn't even let me finish before running away,�� Jimin sighed standing up, getting out of the living room and leaving you there feeling totally lost.

“Then… why are you guys doing this?” You whispered weakly, feeling way more unease than before.

“You’ll see.” Whispered back Taehyung near your ear, chuckling when you flinched.

And you did see it.

Jimin dragged your parent’s tied bodies to the floor of the living room, making your stomach sink with horror and dread.

“We came here to kill them.” Grinned proudly Jimin, kicking your dad’s side when he tried to wiggle out of his ties.

“Why!? Leave them alone they did nothing wrong!” You shouted at the top of your lungs, so loud that your throat hurt.

Jimin’s face morphed into an enraged scowl. He walked towards you in two large steps, gripping your chin up roughly. His jaw was set and his gaze hard.

“Shut up, before I cut your tongue.” He hissed with fury swimming in his brown eyes.

You whimpered afraid, recoiling into Jungkook’s chest unconsciously. Jimin’s always been scary when he’s pissed off, but never to this point.

Jimin’s face softened immediately at your fearful expression, you saw a hint of regret in his gaze.

“Hey, don’t scare her.” Jungkook snapped soothing you when you cried, he hugged you tightly. But his soft kiss on your temple didn’t comfort you at all, it only made you wailed harder with disgust.

“Puh-please just… leave us alone, what do you want?” You asked with labored breaths, you looked up hopeless at Jimin.

“Hyung,” warned Taehyung darkly. He sounded on edge by your cries.

“We want you.” Said Jimin with a cold voice.

“And we’re pissed at your parents for lying to you about us.” Continued Jungkook with a thick angered voice.

“So, we came here to teach them a lesson.” Grinned widely Taehyung like a sadist.

It was nothing new that your parents didn’t like your friends, they always told you to get away from them. You never listened to your parents because you thought they were saying bullshit, but you damn regretted not listening to them. They were right about these sickos.

“So you just want me.” You deadpan.

“Yep.” You listened behind you.

“Okay fine, do whatever you want with me. But. Let. Them. Go.” You gritted between teeth, pointing at your parents passed out on the floor.

The living room went silent at your words, the hush made you feel unease.

Jimin squatted in front of you again, this time, giving you the meanest and sadistic grin you’ve ever seen before.

“Take her up.” He ordered lowly, piercing his heavy and intimidating gaze on you, then his eyes dropped slowly to stare at your naked torso, gaze darkening and fixated on your chest. You felt your cheeks heating up by embarrassment, you felt self-conscious.

Your throat lump and your stomach turned when Jungkook carried you up to your room. Taehyung coo when he saw your silent tears streaming from your eyes.

Jungkook laid you down on the mattress rather softly, making your heart shatter. They were your best friends. The acid betrayal you felt burning your chest and throat was too painful to bear.

You weren’t surprised when you saw your SIM card on your nightstand.

“Stop looking so miserable, we’re not hurting you.” Jungkook said on the defensive. His scowl only angered you, but another part of you enjoyed to see that your disgust affected him.

“You fucking hurt my parents, chase me in my own house and manipulated me to let you fuck me! I have all the right in the world to feel and look miserable!” You felt your vocal cords ripping by your loud scream.

Jungkook and you stared at each other with labored breaths, you didn’t break your gaze in challenge, until you heard Jimin’s giggles.

“Tied her to the bed,” he said with a smile, making your stomach turn.

You closed your eyes, if they wanted to have their way with you, so it be. But you’ll be just a dull body under them, you choose to dissociate rather than to be present for them.

“None of that, open your eyes.” Taehyung growled gripping harshly your chin.

Your breath hitched when you felt a hand wrapping your neck, making your eyes open in a flash.

And the image above you freeze your entire body.

The three of them were staring down at you with hunger on their eyes, you saw their pretty faces coming closer to yours, smiling like the devils they were.

Ready to wreck you.

You can read the +18 continuation on Patreon.

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[22/?] random gifs of maknae line cr. @jung-koook

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vminkook chaos on jeju island bonus:

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jimin's lost battle and attempted but failed revenge - a sad story

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Forever theirs.

Pairing: yandere vminkook x reader.

Contains: psychotic behaviour, a lot of smut, possessiveness, obsession, yandere behaviour, gore, killing, oral sex, rough sex, threesome, three men sharing same woman. Rich vminkook, countryside girl.

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Summary: A young woman from the countryside, comes to the city of seoul for study - at her aunts and beckmes an obsession not only one but three deadly, insanely handsome and rich bachelors. They will do anything to make her theirs. Either With their wealth, charm, and determination. They will stop at nothing to bring her into their lives, even if it means shattering her innocence and leaving her forever changed. Forever their's even if it includes - killing people.

chapter two — chapter three — chapter four — chapter five — chapter six — chapter seven — chapter eight — chapter nine — chapter ten — chapter eleven — chapter twelve — chapter thirteen — chapter fourteen — chapter fifteen

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CHAPTER ONE.

"Teenage dream - Stephen Dawes"

It was weird, not in a bad sense but it was weird. I was going to the city - somewhere so crowded and somewhere which is not as peaceful as damyang. I always wanted to study literature and i love the depth of words and poems. I got admission in Seoul university, One of the biggest universities of South Korea. My aunt lives in Seoul, and she's so nice. She and her husband are CEOs of multinational corporations. Wiping the sweaty palm from my jeans i stood up as soon as the train announced that we were reached.

As soon as I got out, and almost reached i was pulled in a bone crushing hug. She groaned softly and looked at her, min-ah. My cousin. She smiles softly, i patted her back softly feeling a little awkward by the sudden hug. Min-ah looked at me "God, i missed you. It's been years since i saw you. Was the journey okay?"

Well, that's new.

"Yeah, it was more than okay" I smiled softly and nodded. She grabbed the luggage i was about to decline but she already handed it over to her guards. She grabbed my hand and dragged me towards her black expensive ravishing Porsche. After a while, i was standing in front of a big huge mansion.

This striking house can be seen as the center piece of a bustling provincial town with regal splendor.Its monumental appearance decorated with complex mosaics and columns foreshadowed a lavishness that lay in store for guests inside.

You were welcomed by a strong aroma of herbal fragrances and flower scents that came from the guests that surrounded you just before getting to the huge arch through which you had to pass. The grand halls and luxurious chambers of the mansion showcased glorious architecture and dominance with each serving multiple utilizations.

Mythical dramas and charming rural scenes were embroidered onto the tapestries that were hung across the wall and marble floors could be seen reflecting the soft flicker of the oil lamps. It seemed the very walls of the mansion have a story to tell and every person present was in awe at that particular moment.

At the center of the mansion was a large atrium that was enclosed by columns and ideal from an architectural point of view to allow ventilation to the entire mansion.

That's basically nerve wrecking.

Min-ah went to call the aunt, i was fidgeting with my soft baby blue cardigan In the middle of the living room. I was looking around roaming my eyes, suddenly someone caught my wrist and pulled me inside the room. A squeal left my mouth. I looked up, a strong chest and a dark pair of eyes looking down at my hazel brown ones. I didn't know what was happening, who he was and there were another two men sitting behind him looking as scary as him.

"You were late, come on. Strip " the guy said who was holding me. What? Strip? My heart leaped in my chest, what is going on. Tears gathered in my eyes. "I-I'm not what you think I'm" i can't help but stammer.

"Taehyung, i don't think I'm in the mood to have sex anymore look at her and her outfit" one guy said looking at her in disgust and the style, he had a tattooed arm and silver chain around his neck. Dark eyes and raven hair styled. He was handsome but that thought didn't cross my mind in this situation. Morever that taehyung guy didn't leave me from his iron grip. Taehyung looked down at her.

❝L-let go of me.❞ she struggled in his grip, she pushed him harshly. He chuckles "oh, feisty little thing aren't you?" Soft pants leave my mouth back off slowly until the wall hits my back. His hands were either side of my face. "We said to strip didn't we?" He snarled. She flinched, she shook her head. Taehyung's hand was about to go her cardigan she sobbed softly wiggling.

"Come on Jungkook, let's have some fun." The blonde guy said chucking staring at her eyes - it was captivating for him. The Jungkook guy shakes his head and looks at her in a disapproving look. "No thank you, i have better taste and better style for women. Look at her she looks like a girl from the countryside."

Well i am from the countryside.

And taehyung was pushed away by min-ah.

I have never been this happier.

"Are you guys crazy?" She yelled at them, she put me behind her. I immediately held her back shirt not looking at either of them. "This isn't some of your prostitute, fuckers." She snarled at them, but none of them were affected by her outburst. Their eyes were on her and I shrunk under it. Especially from the taehyung guy. "The one you wanted is here " she pointed, a beautiful woman was standing in seductive clothes.

This is bad. I want to get out.

Min-ah held my hand and dragged me out of the hell hole room. She sighs softly and looked at my devastated state. She pulled me in a soft hug and apologizes to me "I'm sorry, they are just, god this is embarrassing." She sighs softly.

"Who are they?" I can't help but ask her, i wiped my cheeks softly from my back hand staring at her waiting for her response. "They are my brothers."

Brothers? Oh no.

"Jimin, taehyung and Jungkook, well they are completing their degree in Seoul university basically completing their bachelors." Min-ah said softly looking at her. "Cyra, no matter what. Stay away from them. I know you must be thinking why I'm saying this for my own brothers. But you - you're naive. And they love that."

I sighs softly and looked down, min-ah showed me my room. It was pretty, a big size bed with tied in a soft white sheets and a pretty desk perfect for my studies. Grey, skin light walls. It was comforting. I smiles softly and thank min-ah. "You will meet eomma in dinner, okay?" She said softly and i nodded.

As she left, i laid down for a while and stared into the ceiling. The incident wasn't leaving my mind. I shivered thinking about it again.

Maybe life is city of Seoul wouldn't be as easy as i thought. I closed my eyes and sleep consumed me.

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