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19.05.2016

Hello everyone! How are you? 

First and foremost, I would like to apologize for my sudden disappearance! I’ve had a very stressful time with my classes, and there have been some events that happened that weren’t too good all around. However! I am back and hopefully I can stay online longer! 

Thank you all for sticking with me! I really appreciate it~! 

- Admin Agi

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Hi sweetie:) i just came to wish u a good day and to tell u i hope you're having a good day, please take lots of care. also, can i Request a scenario w/ Jin, going to an amusement park and daring each other to go on scary rides to end up together on them, and that kind of stuff? i really miss u

Hello! Ahh, thank you so much! I’m so sorry I’m so late with this, and for taking a very long hiatus on such short notice! I will definitely write it for you ASAP! Thank you for understanding! 

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Study Partner

Featuring: Jeon Jungkook Genre: Fluff (kinda? not really) Summary: All you wanted to do was study in peace, but of course with Jeon Jungkook around, it’d never happen. Word Count: 480 **Notes: Hi anon! Hopefully this is alright for your Jungkook request! I’ve gotten really rusty with writing scenarios/imagines, but hopefully this isn’t too bad! Please enjoy! 

“Psst…”

You were in the library, doing your best to focus on the review sheet your professor had been so gracious to make as small paper balls were being thrown onto your desk from across the table.

“Psst… hey, hey I’m talking to you,” came a whispered shout, earning some quick glances over in your direction as you continued to ignore the boy noisily ripping out his notebook paper before crumpling it up, taking aim once again.

It was when he hit your forehead (for the fourth time) did you snap your gaze up at him, eyes boring into his as you hissed out a, “What do you want, Jeon Jungkook? I’m busy.”

He hardly noticed your frustration with him and instead he just smiled at you, leaning forward as he rested his chin on his palm propped up on his elbow. You sighed heavily and looked back down at your notes, biting the inside of your cheek as you tried to figure out where you left off.

“Study with me.”

Peering up at him with uncertainty, you placed your pen down and crossed your arms over your chest, leaning back in your seat. Jungkook’s eyes never wavered from your gaze, but rather his own seemed to intensify whenever you dared challenge him. A light would flicker on and a small smile would form, the corners of his eyes crinkling and a quiet laugh slipping through his lips and-

Snapping yourself out of your recent observations of Jungkook (you never daydream about Jungkook) you sniffed and rubbed your eyes. You were thoroughly exhausted after spending day in and day out at the library due to finals. You grumbled something even unintelligible to yourself as you glared at the papers in front of you, a small groan of defeat resonating in the silent space as you felt your will to study slip away.

When you finally pulled your hands away from your face and readied yourself to give Jungkook (your only real distraction that never really bothered you in the first place) a piece of your mind, you were surprised (and disappointed) to see that he was gone. You sighed softly as your gaze flitted over to the now-empty seat, running a hand through your hair before a small yellow post-it note caught your attention.

Leaning forward, you plucked the paper off from the table, your cheeks tinting as you read from his slanted note: ‘I’ll study with you tomorrow after class with coffee since you look like you’ll die without it. Just don’t ignore me!’

As you packed up your belongings and headed towards the exit, you glanced over your shoulder just in time to see a paper ball land at your feet. Raising an eyebrow, you smirked at Jungkook who waved at you from across the library.

Maybe a study partner wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all.

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The Good One

Featuring: Kim Taehyung (Kim Namjoon is mentioned briefly) Genre: Angst Summary: Taehyung is the younger sibling in the Kim family, as as such, he has to remain as the perfect child- the good one. Warning: Mentions drinking, sex, smoking, anxiety, and that feeling of never being good enough. Word Count: 496 **Notes: Hello! I’m sorry for being gone for so long. I didn’t expect for my schedule to become so busy, and things haven’t been going so well. But hopefully I can make it up too you all by posting some more soon! 

3:08AM.

Taehyung stared at the red digits of his digital clock, the numbers glowing in the darkness of his room. On the same nightstand, underneath the lamp and half hidden underneath a notebook crammed with notes from his engineering course, was a small package with dented corners. He stared at it intently, his fingers twitching underneath the covers against his thighs, unaware that he was licking his lips as his brows furrowed in deliberation. He’d seen his brother do it millions of times, and his friends did it occasionally, too.

But he couldn’t- no, not when he was the good one.

He felt his stomach twist unpleasantly as he remembered the conversation he had with his brother and his friends.

“Yeah, I’m the one who goes around a couple beds a year with a few more packs than what I need,” he said. “I’m the one who drinks and shit, but him?” The fine hairs on the back of Taehyung’s neck rose when he felt a hand ruffle his hair. “This one’s the good one. He keeps himself straight- no drinking, no smoking, no sex- none of that shit.” His brother smiled fondly at him as his friends had commended him on not going off the rails.

But if only they knew. If only they knew the other ways Taehyung was ruining himself by trying to walk the tightrope of a path left by his family for him to manage alone. The nights he spent studying nonstop with several cups of coffee as his meals throughout the day, the constant ache in his bones from sleepless nights and the weight of both his backpack and conscience; the crippling fear he felt when he submitted his tests in for his professors to grade and the disgust he faced every single time he looked in the mirror.

He had to be what his brother never was. That was the contract he signed upon being born into the world, and there was no way of getting out of it. And with this contract, he had agreed to play sports, play musical instruments, and to take advanced courses throughout his academic career. With the contract, he was unable to live freely as his social life revolved around social media rather than going out and enjoying life- things he’d only dreamed of.

Well, when he dreamed, anyway.

Taehyung curled his fingers and rolled onto his other side, closing his eyes and deciding to ignore the cigarettes he stole from his brother. Namjoon wouldn’t need them anyway, considering he had enough to last him several good months.

As he curled in on himself, the moonlight prying its way into his room through the cracks in his blinds, Taehyung forced himself back to sleep to the words of his brother echoing in the back of his mind. He had to live up to them- he was born into a role and had to fulfill it.

He had to be the good one.

4:05AM.

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you're back!! how is everything?! :) are you feeling okay?! if you can please write something with jungkook? anything! thank you!!

Hi there! I am back, haha! Ahh, I’m okay! I’m sorry for disappearing! Classes and work have kept me busy, and unfortunately there is some drama with my friends (and a now-former-friend) that I’d like to avoid, but I kind of can’t. But oh well, hopefully it will all blow over soon! And of course I can! I’ll hopefully have something posted tomorrow! Thank you so much for waiting for me~ 

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Hey :D I really love your scenarios

Title: Hold Me CloseFeaturing: Nam WoohyunGenre: FluffSummary: Sometimes, when it’s in the middle of the night and you have to use the restroom, you end up in the wrong room and don’t realize it until the morning.Word Count: 1,268**Notes: Hello! I’m so sorry you had to wait so long for this! I hope it’s alright, and thank you for your kind words and support!! 

The morning started off perfectly- the windowfiltering in soft rays of light, brightening up the room. The blanket waswrapped securely around your shoulders, your face tucked into his neck with onearm around his waist. You were warm, and with a groan at the thought of havingto get up, you curled closer into him, sighing in content with the familiarcomfort.

Your eyes fluttered open, your vision blurry withexhaustion. “Good morning, Hyunnie,” you cooed quietly, nuzzling further intohim. With a sigh, you furrowed your brows. Woohyun always responded to you.Always. “Hyunnie,” you whined, gently shoving him.

Nothing. Not a sound came from him, and that’s whenyou started to worry. Then again, he didn’t wear this type of shirt to bed, andhe always held you when he was asleep, and this wasn’t  his cologne and-

Jolting up in bed, you stared at the sleeping figurenext to you, his jaw slack and a quiet snore rumbling through his chest. Confusionspread through your veins as you focused on your surroundings, doing your bestto not to question the stray pair of chopsticks poking out from underneath hismattress.

Jang Dongwoo was such a mess.

You gnawed on your lower lip nervously, slipping outfrom underneath the blanket as you tried to avoid waking him, but you knew youreally didn’t have to worry. Dongwoo slept like the dead.

As you reached for the handle to the entrance to hisroom, you jumped when it swung open. “Yah, Dongwoo-hyung, get up fo- what the hell?” Freezing in the doorway, you wereface-to-face with your very awake (and very angry) boyfriend.

“Woohyun, oh my god let me explain-“ you took a steptowards him, but he retreated, his brows creased in disbelief.

“So thisis where you were? Sleeping with my friend?”Woohyun’s features hardened and you felt your stomach drop.

“What? No, Woohyun-“

“I looked everywhere for you last night,” he jabbeda finger at you accusingly, “and this is where you were? I thought you wenthome because of Sungyeol’s snoring,” he hissed. You were soon at a loss forwords, blinking rapidly as you tried to figure out a way to get Woohyun to calmdown. “I can’t believe that you were here and with him,” he jutted his chintowards Dongwoo, who was now rolled over and still out cold.

“Look, Woohyun just listen to me,” you tried again,but unfortunately he decided to do otherwise. Woohyun shook his head andstomped into the kitchen where he left breakfast unattended, Sunggyu looking upcuriously from his seat. “Woohyun!” You began to call after him, trailingbehind as he began to turn the stove on.

“You know what? I don’t want to hear it, _______,alright? I have a long day today and I don’t need this from you.”

You felt your chest tighten at his words and youclenched your fists at your sides. You parted your lips to tell him that yes,he had to hear it, but with his back still turned to you, he spat, “Just goback to Dongwoo-hyung. I’m sure he’d be glad to listen to you.”

That pushed you over the edge. “Fine, you know what?I get it. I can’t talk to you if you’re not even going to bother to be rationalabout this.” You made your way over to the door to the dorm, slipping yourshoes on. “I can’t bring myself to argue with a child anyway,” you muttered.

“What did you just say?!”

Without turning around, you called out sweetly, “Goodbyeeveryone! I’ll see you all later!” As you slammed the door shut behind yourpajama-clad body, the atmosphere in the dorm thickened. Sunggyu stared atWoohyun, his eyes sharp as he sniffed disapprovingly at the younger’s actions.

“Oh, and what do you want? I made you yourbreakfast,” Woohyun frowned, throwing a pan onto the stove. In response,Sunggyu just sighed and excused himself from the table, disappearing into hisown room, leaving Woohyun to stare at the polished counter.

-x-x-

By the time you made it back to your own apartment,Woohyun had called you three times and sent you six messages.

By the time you were changed out of your pajamas andinto your plain shorts-and-tee outfit, he was knocking on your door.

Once you were facing him again, you could see theshame and embarrassment etched into his face. “Hi,” he offered sweetly. Youjust raised an eyebrow in return, hand still on the doorknob and ready to slamthe door in his face. “These are for you,” he held up a small bouquet offlowers and a small box of pastries. When you didn’t take them he sighed,rubbing the back of his neck. “I know I overreacted, jagiya, and I’m sorry.”

Huffing, you refrained from smiling, instead justleaning on the doorframe as you looked up at him, his eyes bright with hopefulness.“Give me those,” you muttered, snatching the box and flowers away from him. Asyou turned back to lead him into the sitting area, you felt his hands wraparound your shoulders, pulling your back right up against his chest.

“I mean it, you know?” He leaned down and pressed achaste kiss onto your cheek. “I just get a little jealous when someone else iswith you, you know that. Besides,” he pouted, “you left me in the middle of thenight! What was I supposed to think?”

Wriggling around in his grasp, you dropped theflowers onto the floor, running your hand through his hair. “You’re supposed tothink that I’m a human being who can’t see very well in the dark and that whenall of your doors look the same I get confused.” You cracked a smile at hisplayful scowl. “Besides, Dongwoo isn’t a very good cuddler when he’s asleep,unlike somebody.” Tapping him on thenose, you pulled away from his grasp, placing your hands on your hips. “Now,are you going to stop being childish about this and realize that I, no matterhow great I can be, makes mistakes? And are you going to realize that there isn’ta single person I’d want to spend my days with other than you, you oversizedchild?”

The answer you received was a combination of a hug,an eye roll, and a soft kiss on your lips as he pressed you back into yourapartment, closing the door behind the two of you. “Come on,” he whisperedagainst your lips, “let’s pick up where we left off last night.” Gigglingquietly, the two of you made your way back into your bedroom, slipping underthe covers and holding each other close.

As Woohyun secured you in his arms, you placed yourhead against his chest, the gentle rise and fall of his breathing bringing backthe drowsiness you abandoned back in Dongwoo’s room. “I’m sorry I made youjealous,” you mumbled, sighing when his hand found its way up to brush throughyour hair.

“Mmm, it’s okay jagi, but you know you’ll just haveto make up for it.”

“Oh?” Tilting your head so you looked up at him, your eyes met, hissmile bringing a matching one to grace your lips.

“Yeah, so hurry up and go to sleep so I can wake youup properly,” he winked before shutting his eyes, head resting against yourpillows. Humming with content, you returned to your previous position, Woohyun’shand still carding soothingly through your hair as his evened breathing lulledyou back to sleep.

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10.02.2016

Hi everyone! I'm so sorry for being absent! My classes this semester are very time consuming in both lecture hours and workload, so I haven't had time to come check this regularly. But I would like to thank all of you for being so patient!! I'll try to finish the requests in my inbox as soon as possible! Stay healthy!

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Overflowing

Prequel: Quench My Thirst Featuring: TaeGi (Taehyung x Yoongi)  Genre: Smut, Fluff Summary: Yoongi loves Taehyung, but hates him on stage. A lot. But his love comes flooding back in the bedroom. Warning: Sexual content below- read at your own risk!! Light praise kink Word Count: 3,055 **Note: I’ve actually gotten quite a few requests for the second part of a short fic I wrote a while ago, so I decided to write it up! But wow, I’m sorry it’s so long! I hope you enjoy it! :) Also, I’m sorry the .gifs from both scenarios don’t match! 

The bus ride back to the dorms after the show was just as tense as it was backstage.

Yoongi sat in the middle row of seats, Taehyung behind him in between Jungkook and Jimin- both fast asleep. Both out cold, Hoseok and Seokjin squished Yoongi into the side, his left cheek pressed up against the cool window, and Taehyung wouldn’t be lying if he said he wanted to be in that exact position except on a bed with his favorite hyung behind him. Namjoon was up front, staring absently out the window without really bothering to check up on his sleeping band mates in the back.

Yoongi decided this would be the perfect opportunity to text Taehyung a simple two-worded message with a slightly sinister coating: From: Yoongi To: Taehyung (brat #1) Message: Get ready. A small grin curled onto his lips as he heard Taehyung’s phone vibrate, and he situated himself comfortably in the corner of the middle row, now smiling triumphantly at the small gasp from Taehyung. If the younger thought he was exhausted after performing, he had another thing coming.

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The rest of the members easily shouted off shower times, soon arguing over who should really go first, giving a cover for Yoongi to drag Taehyung back to his room. The door barely closed and Taehyung’s back thudded against the wood, his mouth being claimed by the elder. A low groan sounded from the back of his throat as Yoongi cupped his jaw, one hand soon moving to trail down his neck to his toned chest. Taehyung let his hands get tangled in the other’s hair, breathing deeply because fuck Yoongi smelled like sweat and cologne and there was a spice there that was just so him that it made Taehyung nip at the elder’s lower lip with need.

Yoongi growled in retaliation, slotting his thigh in between Taehyung’s legs and grinding upwards, pressing their hips together with a gasp. They easily fell into a quick, restless rhythm that was the pure essence of desperation. Taehyung tried to press closer, his lips sliding across Yoongi’s skin with ease, his tongue lapping at whatever dried sweat still clung to his skin.

“You’re such a fuckin’ brat, you know that?” Yoongi grunted out, stepping back and pulling Taehyung from the door just to shove him to the bed, the taller stumbling and falling back onto the sheets. Taehyung, god-fucking-Taehyung, licked his lips again, the motion barely seen in the darkness of the room, but Yoongi knew. He knew every little thing he did and just how lost he was just after letting their lips press together. Yoongi knew Taehyung’s pupils were blown, his hair disheveled, his lips red and slick with spit, sensitive to the touch. Taehyung’s fingers- his pretty, long, tan fingers- would be twitching on the comforters, impatient yet obedient to Yoongi’s directions.

“You think you can get away with that shit from earlier?” Yoongi approached the bed, deliberately making each step as slow as possible just to see Taehyung writhe on the bed, begging with his actions for his hyung to hurry the fuck up.

“I think,” Taehyung’s voice was low and raspy and god Yoongi had to bite the inside of his cheek to calm down, “you need to learn to go with the flow, hyung.” Yoongi’s jaw twitched at that statement, and he couldn’t help the predatory smile that split his lips. It was dark in the room, but he still made out the small shiver wracking Taehyung’s frame.

“Oh, go with the flow, huh?” He finally got to the foot of the bed, slowly bringing himself onto the mattress as he inched forward, his body lithe and radiating dominance. He heard a whine coming from the younger as he climbed over Taehyung, one of his hands slowly trailing up his leg to rest at his hip. “I think,” Yoongi purred, his fingertips digging into the flesh just above the waistband of the leather pants that hugged Taehyung’s legs perfectly, “that you need to learn how to be patient.” Yoongi pulled his hand away from the tanned skin, a noise of dissatisfaction emitting from the younger.

Yoongi clucked his tongue and shook his head, pressing light butterfly kisses onto Taehyung’s cheeks, forehead, nose- everywhere but his lips that were parted and begging to be claimed. “I said get ready, didn’t I?” Taehyung nodded in response, feeling the smirk from the older on his jaw. “That means you’d better settle down and relax babe. Be patient and maybe I’ll think about for forgiving you for those stunts earlier.”

Taehyung could only muster a weak glare of defiance before it withered into a glazed-over stare of lust. Yoongi gently tugged at Taehyung’s shirt, pulling it over his head before leaning down to bite down on the bronzed collarbones. Yoongi began to place small spots of red and purple along Taehyung’s upper chest and around the base of his neck, the younger squirming underneath him, uttering long, low whines that resonated deep within his chest. It was so, so easy for Taehyung to come undone. He’d get needy just from watching Yoongi, and listening to him made it that much worse. The stark contrast between their skin was prominent in the dim-moonlit room, Taehyung’s blush high on his cheekbones as he stared in awe at his positively radiant hyung.

“See something you like?” Yoongi slowly moved up to gently bite down on the shell of Taehyung’s ear, whispering before sinking his teeth into the younger’s earlobe, coaxing out a groan.

“I see you, and that’s more than ‘like’, hyung,” Taehyung muttered, raspy and in an octave Yoongi had never heard before, making his stomach knot and his heart speed up. His own cheeks began to color with a blush more of embarrassment than arousal, and he pressed a soft kiss to Taehyung’s temple.

“Just ‘cause you sweet talk me doesn’t mean you’re less of a brat, y’know,” he grinned, soon grunting when Taehyung rolled his hips up against Yoongi’s in just the right way. “God, why are we still wearing these?” Yoongi finally kissed Taehyung again, reaching down to tug on both of their pants, both huffing for air but never separating long enough to really breathe. By the time they got their leather pants off along with their boxers, they were lightheaded with the lack of oxygen in their lungs.

Absolutely in bliss, Yoongi slowly trailed back down Taehyung’s body, admiring each and every dip and curve of his frame. Yoongi didn’t understand art, nor did he pretend to, but then there was Taehyung and it was during moments like these did he truly feel like he was touching the world’s most magnificent masterpiece. With each twitch under his ministrations, each breathy whine, Yoongi began to slowly lose himself in the tanned expanse of skin underneath him.

And finally, finally, his lips had skimmed the length of Taehyung’s erection, his lips centimeters away from the reddened head- glistening with pre-come from such a heavy state of arousal. “Hyung, hyung please,” Taehyung reached down and grappled Yoongi’s head, doing his best to both shove him down and thrust his hips up into his mouth. However, Yoongi only chuckled and pinned his hips down into the mattress, leaning down to smirk against a hipbone.

“What did I say, baby? Be patient,” he murmured into the younger’s skin, pressing a kiss onto the rise of his hip. With a nip where his kiss rested, Yoongi ran his hands up to Taehyung’s waist and back down, humming in content. They hadn’t even started and Taehyung was a mess- a light sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead and plastering his bangs to his forehead. His breathing was shallow, his fingers trembling against Yoongi’s scalp as he silently pleaded for his hyung to hurry up. But he knew it would be a long night. “Hmmmm, Tae,” Yoongi hummed as he rested his cheek on Taehyung’s upper thigh, letting one finger trail up and down his length, watching it twitch from the barely-there stimulation.

A gurgled whine was all he got in response and Yoongi sighed quietly. “You’re so pretty, did you know that? So beautiful, all for me,” he mused as he now let his fingers gently wrap themselves around the girth of Taehyung’s length, squeezing gently. From just his words, beads of pre-come had collected at the slit at the head, and with his touch they came rolling down, sliding over his fingers. Taehyung’s breath hitched at Yoongi’s praise, and he keened, tightening his grip in the elder’s hair.

“So, so pretty,” Yoongi then propped himself up, deciding that he’d end Taehyung’s suffering a little earlier than planned by letting his lips wrap around the head of Taehyung’s cock, sucking gently.

“Ah, f-fuck, h-hyu-ungh,” Taehyung’s hips stuttered as he felt his length being swallowed down. Taehyung knew what people said about Yoongi- how his mouth was just as sinful as the profanities he spat when rapping, and right now it was all true. Taehyung couldn’t breathe properly as he glanced down at the head bobbing at his erection, getting lost in the tight, wet heat of his mouth- and god his tongue. It applied extra pressure in just the right spots and the way it curled and flicked against his already slick skin made his hips twitch desperately in Yoongi’s grip. A part of him begged for Yoongi’s grip to be tight enough to match the flowers he planted on the tan skin of his chest and neck, a desire to be even prettier for his hyung tugging at his heart.

But his thoughts quickly flew out the window as Yoongi slacked his jaw before enveloping all of Taehyung’s length, swallowing around the head that reached the back of his throat. Taehyung cried out, a whimpering mess of ‘yes’ and ‘please’ and ‘fuck hyung what the fuck goddamn don’t stop don’t fucking stop’. Yoongi hummed around Taehyung’s length and proceeded to speed up his movements as if deepthroating his band mate was the easiest thing in the world.

“A-ah, hyu-hyung, hyung- fuck I’m- I wanna-“ Taehyung’s hips dug into the palms of Yoongi’s hand, and a pitiful whine sounded from his throat as Yoongi lifted himself up, strings of saliva still connecting his swollen lips to Taehyung’s aching cock, pale fingers immediately circling around the base, squeezing tightly.

“Ah-ah, not until I say so,” Yoongi smiled, his voice raw from taking Taehyung so quickly into his throat.

“N-no… no hyung pl-please, please, I was s-so… so cl-close,” Taehyung hiccupped between gasps for air, trembling with the need to release and the need to satisfy his hyung.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get what you want, but if I have to tell you to be patient again,” Yoongi warned with a bite into Taehyung’s thigh, sucking at the skin until it was a deep red, “then I’ll leave you here. You understand?” Yoongi crawled up the expanse of tan, lean muscle, eyeing Taehyung as if daring him to challenge him. However, the younger nodded rapidly, adjusting his thigh so Yoongi’s own length was resting on his overheated and damp skin.

“Let me-“ Taehyung began to sit up, but Yoongi pushed him back down, a light in his eyes that was only seen when he was proud of the younger.

“You know what,” Yoongi pressed a small kiss to Taehyung’s nose, pressing his hips down against Taehyung’s, both moaning as he began to grind Taehyung down into the mattress. “I think you’ve learned your lesson, haven’t you?” Taehyung moaned and nodded again.

“Yes, yes hyung, yes I… I’ll n-never tease… tease ag-gain, just please, please, please-“

Yoongi pressed his lips to Taehyung’s once more, silence him and swallowing his cries of desperation. “Shh, pretty boy, I’ve got you, you’ve been so good for me, you make hyung so proud and so happy, did you know that?” Yoongi could feel Taehyung shiver underneath him, quiet mewls pouring out from his lips when they weren’t being inhaled greedily by Yoongi. “I’ll make you feel so good, Tae, just as good as you make me feel, is that okay? Do you want that?” Yoongi brushed back Taehyung’s bangs, his blown pupils glazed over with lust and cheeks tinted red. A light moan broke through his swollen lips and Yoongi smiled, pulling away to reach under the mattress for the small bottle of lube.

Yoongi let his hands trail down Taehyung’s lithe frame, fingers dancing along his ribs as he then pushed apart the thighs he so graciously covered with hickies to last for days. Momentarily admiring his handiwork as he trailed his fingers across the sensitive skin of his upper inner thighs, Yoongi was quickly reminded of the task at hand when Taehyung pressed himself down against Yoongi, searching for what he was promised. “I’ve got you, don’t worry,” Yoongi kissed the inside of Taehyung’s knee, popping open the bottle before squeezing a liberal amount onto his fingers. As he warmed it up between his digits, he kept murmuring words of praise into the younger’s skin, his keens growing louder and higher in octave before Yoongi began to push his index finger into Taehyung’s entrance.

Yoongi moaned in appreciation when it slipped right in, gritting his teeth to remind himself to keep the pace slow and manageable. “Shit, Tae, when-?”

“In… Backstage… bathroom,” he gasped out between moans, trying to shift his hips to get Yoongi to give him more. Yoongi groaned and complied, sliding in a second finger before spreading him open. As he scissored his fingers, he kept his eyes trained on Taehyung’s face, searching for any signs of discomfort, yet was only offered fluttering eyelids, parted lips, and his tongue poking out at the corner of his mouth. Even when he was looking absolutely wrecked, Taehyung was beyond perfection.

Yoongi slid in a third finger, leaning forward to kiss Taehyung as he searched for the bundle of nerves he knew would make everything ten times better.

Taehyung’s yelp and sudden grappling of Yoongi’s shoulders assured the older that he’d found it, and as he gently rubbed that same spot over and over again, Taehyung’s moans were choked off with whimpers, tears building up in his eyes from overstimulation. “Hyu-ung, pluh-please,” he whined as his hips jumped from the assault of Yoongi’s skilled fingers.

“Of course baby, anything you want, you’ve done so well, you did an amazing job tonight, I’m so proud,” Yoongi whispered into his cheek as he withdrew his fingers from Taehyung, wiping them on the sheets before slicking himself up and grunting in the process. After this whole time of neglecting his own arousal, any touch sent electricity rushing through his nerves, and with a whine from Taehyung, Yoongi was brought back to reality. He shuffled forward, lining himself up he looked up at Taehyung, and with a small nod, he swallowed and pressed forward, sliding in without a tremendous amount of strain.

Both boys groaned at the feeling, Yoongi being held in such a tight case and Taehyung feeling so, so full. They were panting now, Yoongi bracing himself up as his forearms bracketed Taehyung’s head, and Taehyung’s long, tan legs wrapped around the slim, pale hips of his hyung. Slowly, Yoongi pulled back and rocked forward, both gasping at the sensation.

And that’s how it went. It was slow and sensual, Yoongi pulling and pushing, Taehyung taking and giving. They molded together so easily, their eye contact not breaking until Yoongi leaned down for a kiss, sweat from  his hairline dripping down to mix in with Taehyung’s own. Even when they parted for air, Yoongi’s lips stayed close to Taehyung’s, quiet whispers of ‘baby you feel so good, so perfect’ and ‘you look so beautiful I wish you could see yourself’.

“H-hyung, I… I need to…” Taehyung gripped Yoongi’s shoulders even tighter, his nails pressing red crescents into the creamy skin that would last long enough for the older to admire for days.

“I’ve got you,” Yoongi murmured, rocking his hips faster and swallowing the breathy moans coming from Taehyung. And finally, after a few hard and precise strokes to the bundle of nerves that he had pressed into before, Taehyung came with a silent scream, soon clamping his teeth down as Yoongi helped him ride out his orgasm, pale fingers wrapping around his length and pumping him to completion, his movements slowing as to not cause any pain of oversensitivity to the younger.

“H-hyung, let… let me,” Taehyung mumbled, still blissed out from his orgasm. Yoongi withdrew and pressed a soft kiss to Taehyung’s forehead, letting a jelly-limbed Taehyung to rearrange them so Yoongi was against the headboard and Taehyung was in between his legs.

“Don’t push yourself-“ Yoongi started, but was soon cut off with a quiet moan of appreciation when Taehyung wrapped his lips around the head of his heavily-leaking cock. As Taehyung worked him deeper in his throat, Yoongi felt the white heat in the pit of his stomach become even tighter, and with a grunted warning, he spilled into Taehyung’s mouth, the younger swallowing eagerly with some escaping the corner of his mouth.

The room reeked of sex and sweat, but Yoongi still slid down the bed and pulled Taehyung up, holding the younger close. The others had long gone to bed, leaving the two alone in their own little world illuminated by the moon. Taehyung curled into Yoongi, the older’s arms loose and comforting around the younger, breathing quiet words of adoration into his hair even after the steady breathing of his sleep was evident.

Yoongi gazed lovingly at Taehyung, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead before mumbling quietly, “I love you,” and drifting off to sleep.

Yoongi loved Taehyung with all the force in the world, and sure, he got worked up on stage when the younger pulled shit like purposely getting his hyung riled up. But when it resulted in the two pressed together without a care in the world, lost in their own senses as Yoongi let Taehyung come undone from the stress of taking care of everyone, let Taehyung be reminded of just how perfect he is, then every single action Taehyung did was worth it.

If his love could be measured in a bottle for Taehyung, then his would absolutely be overflowing.

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hi! i was wondering if you were doing a second part to quench my thirst?????? the first one was so good!

Hi! Oh, I was thinking about it! I wasn’t really sure if people really liked it that much, haha! But if you’d like a second part, I can write one! :) 

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9 Lives: Chapter 5

Title: Picture Perfect Featuring: JinMin (Seokjin x Jimin) Genre: Fluff, Romance Summary: Never before has Jimin loved physical pictures so much.  Word Count: 1,169 **Note: Hello everyone! Sorry I’ve been gone for so long! My spring semester for school has started, and my schedule has lots of long lectures. ;; But hopefully I can find some time to post more! :) Please enjoy! 

His fifth love was absolute art.

“Jimin-ah, go and take a break. We’ll start again in fifteen minutes, okay?”

Sore and exhausted, Park Jimin smiled before nodding. He stood from his crouched position, rolling his neck as he made his way out of the studio into the sitting area. Now he was a young adult with chocolate hair soft to the touch coupled beautifully with his supple, flawless skin. He worked as a model this time- static to be precise. There were days he was bitter that he couldn’t walk the runway, but he was deemed beyond perfect to be used in catalogues, models, billboards- you name it. He made enough money to rent a studio apartment that overlooked the city and kept his closet and fridge full. Any extra cash he had was put towards a rainy day, or more specifically, the one day he had enough guts to ask his idol and occasional partner out.

“Seokjin-ssi, you’re here!”

Well speak of the devil. Jimin almost choked on his water, his earlier fatigue rushing out of him just as quickly as a blush dusted over his cheeks. Sure, he worked a thirteen hour shoot just by himself, but however long he worked with his senior always flew by too quickly- Jimin being too enamored with the beauty of his fellow model.

“Oh, Jimin-ah! Good to see you!” Jolting as a warm hand clasped Jimin’s shoulder, the younger felt his cheeks burn.

“G-good to see you, Seokjin-ssi,” he quickly bowed, almost hitting his head on the table full of snacks. As he stood back up, Jimin dared to look up at his partner for the day, eyes wide with admiration.

Kim Seokjin was a veteran model and you’d have to be stupid to second guess it. He was tall and broad shouldered with slim, elegant hands. His face was unblemished and his eyes were beautiful whether or not they were kohl rimmed. But the feature that really swept Jimin off his feet were Seokjin’s lips. His soft, plump, absolutely luscious lips that Jimin wanted to touch just to see if they were as soft as they looked- you know, for scientific reasons. They were naturally pink and once Jimin had seen Seokjin wipe the back of his mouth on his hand, bringing Jimin to curse under his breath when he realized that no, he wasn’t wearing lip gloss and wow how can that color be natural?

“-okay?”

Jimin snapped out of his reverie, thanking all of the gods and deities above that his shorter stature gave him an excuse to look up at Seokjin, his staring at his mouth a little less obvious. “Ah, I-I’m sorry?” Jimin’s eyes flickered up to the older’s, his fingers clenching when he saw Seokjin’s head slightly tilted and his eyes slightly narrowed.

“I said, ‘No need to be so formal, Jimin, we’ve worked together before, okay’? Are you alright?” His eyes widened in concern and one hand lifted to press against the younger’s forehead. “Oh, you’re warm. Why don’t you take a seat?” Jimin let Seokjin lead him to a leather armchair, gently lowering him down while making sure his water was at least half-full.

“Oh, thank you Seokjin-s-… Jin-hyung.” Jimin fumbled with the cap of his water bottle, ears turning pink at the tips. If he looked up, he would’ve noticed the small smile playing at the corners of Seokjin’s lips, his eyes softening  at the corners as he watched the younger intently.

“Don’t mention it. I’m sure you’ve had a long day, Jimin. Get some rest and we can start together when you wake up, alright?” Jimin snapped his head up at Seokjin’s words, his lips parting in retaliation. However, something in Seokjin’s gaze left no room for arguing, so he just nodded, leaning back and closing his eyes to the distant sound of a camera shutter.

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When Jimin woke up, there was a jacket splayed across his torso. Seokjin was sitting patiently across from him, staring at his phone with a smile plastered on his features. “Hyung?” Jimin sat up fully, rubbing the back of his neck. Seokjin looked over, smile still on his face, and got up, approaching the younger.

“You’re up! It’s only been an hour, to be honest. But are you feeling better?” Seokjin crouched down in front of him, Jimin’s cheeks returning to their previous reddened state. He just nodded in response, Seokjin’s eyes crinkling as his smile grew. “Good. Now, let’s get you ready for round two.” Extending a hand (his lean, soft, pretty hand), Jimin grasped it tentatively, letting the older lead him to the dressing room.

“And that’s it. Thank you both for coming out today, especially you, Jimin-ssi. You’ve been here for so long, we really appreciate it!” Jimin nodded, sleep pulling his eyelids shut. He tried his best to respond politely to people complimenting his poses of the day, but he was just so utterly exhausted that he barely noticed he was leaning against the wall for support.

Except it wasn’t the wall. Walls don’t move, and they certainly don’t wrap around shoulders and is that a-

With a quick flash, Jimin squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a quiet whine at the bright light. A soft chuckle next to his ear shook him back into reality, realizing that no, he definitely wasn’t against a wall but instead he was up against Seokjin who was shaking the picture.

“You know, maybe we should do photos like this more often,” he grinned. Jimin just tilted his head, fazing in and out of reality as Seokjin sighed with sympathy for the exhausted younger. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

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The next morning, Jimin found himself still fully dressed with his makeup smudged on his pillows. He groaned, hating that he couldn’t even bother to clean up last night. Rolling over, he squinted at the next pillow, grasping two photos. Squinting, he felt his cheeks color at the photo. In one, he and Seokjin were sitting side by side in their white button-ups, laughing at a cheesy joke he told in order to get genuine smiles for the photo. The other, which made him wish he could crawl into himself and die in embarrassment, was of him leaning back on Seokjin’s shoulder, looking completely out of it while his idol was wide awake with a smile.

Jimin looked at the back of the photos, as was a habit of his to see what days he did what shoots, and felt his heart rise in his throat. On the back of their professional photo together, Seokjin wrote down his number along with a quick note of ‘Call me if you want to smile for more than just a picture – Jin’. On the polaroid  was a neatly scrawled ‘ You know, you look great no matter what. Absolutely perfect.’

Jimin held the photos to his chest as he smiled up at the ceiling, finally getting his chance to ask his longtime idol out.

Perfect.

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If Sungjong was your boyfriend, I think it’d include: 

- romantic candlelit dates - playing games at festivals  - taking baths together  - cafe dates, too! - dancing girl group songs - or slow dancing in the living room - singing cutely to each other - nose kisses - him running his fingers through your hair - and always looking into your eyes - his texts always full of emojis - him bringing back gifts from his trips - you greeting him at the airport when he comes back - him smiling like an idiot every time - “Jagi! You came!” - “Of course! Why wouldn’t I?” - him running over to spin you around - the two of you laughing holding each other close - because even if it’s just for a few days - sometimes you thank the distance - because you two get to love each other even harder when he comes back - just like the first time

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If Sungyeol was your boyfriend, I think it’d include: 

- zoo trips - couple items/outfits - cheek kisses and nose boops - late night karaoke  - ice cream dates  - him getting protective when boys make comments about you - “Yah, what did you say you punks?!”  - “Yeollie, calm down-” - “No! They’ve disrespected my love, my meaning of life, my-” - “Yeollie... YEOLLIE they’re gone calm down.” - “That’s right they better run.” - brushing each other’s hair - spa days  - him taking you to work every day unless he’s away - then he finds every excuse to call/text/snapchat/face-time you - you calling him to wake up and hearing his groggy voice - him feeling insecure because you chose him - but him also full of love and pride because you’re his and no one else’s - and he’d rather lose all his senses than to lose you

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If Myungsoo/L was your boyfriend, I think it’d include:

- polaroid candids  - late night drives (with his hand on your thigh) - shopping with each other hand in hand - him suddenly being very clingy and whiny - you trying to pry him off - “oh my god Myungsoo I’m just going to the dressing room!” - “but jagi~~” - surprise aegyo when he wants something - him playing the guitar for you while you sing - him staring at you all the time because wow how did he get so lucky? - him getting frustrated if you ever start on how self-conscious you are - because he doesn’t understand how you don’t see how beautiful you are - calling you at night while he’s away to check in on you - sending you selcas all the time and demanding for some in return - him slowly adding color to his wardrobe  - because despite him being an ice prince dressed in all black - you’ve truly melted his heart with your smile

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If Hoya/Howon was your boyfriend, I think it’d include: 

- going to the beach all day  - making him blush when you kiss him in public - and sometimes he’ll act annoyed - but he’ll still grab your hand and won’t let go - innocent teasing  - showering together before going to bed - wearing one of his shirts around while he’s away - gym-couple photos where everyone captions “#goals”  - him getting overprotective and jealous when boys flirt with you while he’s there - you reminding him that they don’t mean anything - back hugs - you begging for him to do aegyo - and him only doing it for kisses in return - him teaching you how to dance and rap - singing duets while cooking in the kitchen - him writing little notes on your skin in the shower with the soap suds - because sometimes his voice fails at your perfection - and no matter how many times he says it or tries to show it - he wants you to know that he loves you

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If Dongwoo was your boyfriend, I think it’d include:

- surprise gifts  - going on city adventures all the time - him holding your hand while he drives - picnics - him trying to make you laugh - but ends up making himself laugh instead - which actually gets you to laugh, too - his arms always finding their way around your waist or shoulders - late night trips to the convenience store - getting street food instead of cooking - overhearing him talking about you to his parents - “Yah, _____ is the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met! She’s so smart and her laugh is so pretty.” - him calling you his ‘special girl’  - him waking up in the middle of the night just to pull you closer to him - because as much as you call him your sunshine - you’re his whole universe

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If Woohyun was your boyfriend, I think it’d include: 

- constant physical contact - playing with each other’s hair - helping each other dress for work - quick kisses all the time - walks in the park  - watching him interact with kids (and maybe even teach them football/soccer!)  - him always face-timing you to see if you’re alright - couple selcas - him taking unflattering candid photos of you - and when you beg him to delete them he looks hurt - “Woohyun I swear- delete those right now!” - “Jagi, you’re never ugly. You’re the most beautiful, elegant, graceful-” - “Woohyun stop-” - “Charming, hilarious, and so sweet-” - “Fine Woohyun, you can keep the photos, you dumb greaseball.” - aegyo machine whenever you’re feeling upset - but if that doesn’t work he actually sits and listens to you, holding your hand - confessing how he always felt lonely when he was little - and now that you’re in his life - he’s long forgotten that feeling

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If Sungkyu/Sunggyu was your boyfriend, I’d think it’d include: 

- hand holding  - shy pda  - back hugs with him kissing the top of your head - him scolding you if you got hurt or were sick - but him taking care of you anyway  - and even getting sick in the process but he wouldn’t care  - lazy days inside where he just gets to hold you - you asking him to do aegyo but he just brushes it off - and when you pout he tries not to give in - but he does just so he can see you smile - him blushing every time you compliment something he does - him cheering you on with whatever you were doing  - doing laundry together - wearing his boxers to bed - you catching him obviously staring at you - him singing to you while you’re getting ready for bed - holding each other under the covers of the bed - him promising to be the best he can be for you - him saying he loves you in the middle of the night - because it’s when it’s the darkest of hours - he finds the light in your eyes to lead him to a bright future