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Two Can Play This Game ~ Part 1

Genre: Smut (18+)

Characters: Kim Jongin x OC

Description: Can an out of control party, one bulldozer, four drunk frat boys and a handsome next door neighbor really change your life for better or worse?

Great.

Just frigging great.

The bills stare tauntingly at me from the counter while I glare right back with disgust. When I first moved in here, I had two roommates to help pay the bills. My part-time job at the coffee shop simply wasn’t going to be of much use any more. I'd never cover their half of the rent with it, and my monthly scholarship really wasn’t going to cut it either.

They'd cut my power off by tomorrow if I didn’t manage to come up with the money for the outrageous electric bill. This wasn't supposed to happen. I had it all planned out. My various scholarships would cover tuition, books, and part of the rent, and then I'd find two roommates to cover the rest. It' was too late in the year to go shopping for roommates; everyone else already has a place to call their own by now.

Part one to my brilliant plan had worked out just fine. I had my money managed to an exact science. My part-time job was there to cover food and clothes. Then my two roommates, Hana and Yuri, stupidly broke into the school to pull a prank on who they called “the mean librarian” and they were both expelled, leaving me without anyone covering the rest of the rent.

I’d lost hours upon hours of sleep since the incident for so many reasons, my biggest fear being that I would lose my scholarship in the midst of this débâcle. But hey, it’s hard to focus on school when life is intent on kicking your ass.

My phone buzzes to life on the counter, right next to a two-thousand dollar check that I had stubbornly been trying to ignore for the last three hours or so. My gaze flickers across the lit up screen and there was simply no suppressing the groan that escaped my lips at the sight of an unknown number.

“Hello?” I mutter into the phone, already having a very good idea of who was on the other line.

"Hey, sweetheart.” My father’s voice chirps. “Did you get my check?"

I love the man, I really do, but this is tainted. It has to be.

"I got it, but you know I can't cash it."

"Ritsuka," he grumbles and I can just about imagine the pout playing on his lips. "I've told you over and over that money is legitimate."

A man from prison sending two-thousand dollars every month is anything but legit. Considering why he's in prison in the first place... I have to change the subject and distract him.

"Whose phone are you using this time?"

He chuckles, as though he's please I’ve asked. "One of the guards left it unattended. I did him a favor. Most of this lot would never give it back. I plan to be a good boy and return it. Don't worry."

Right. I'm sure he left it unattended. It was probably holstered on his hip or snugly tucked in his pocket, but to Park Leeteuk , that would be considered unattended.

"What is that ungodly racket going on there?" My dad doesn’t bother to hide his annoyance.

Quite frankly, I'm annoyed, too. The party going on next door is ridiculously loud, obnoxious and irritating as hell. I hate Kim Jongin. Preppy, rich, snobby, son of a bitch. He lives directly beside me in his house that makes my home look like a shoebox. And all he does is party.

That massive home was a gift from his parents. I, on the other hand, can't accept such lavish things from my dad.There could be jail time involved.

"My neighbor," I huff, finally answering my dad after a brief pause to asses just how loud the party seems to have gotten.

Something crashes outside, and I look out to see three drunken fools cackling as they stand up from the broken fence they've just smashed into. Kim Jongin and his party goers  have no respect for anyone. This is ridiculous.

"I need to go. I have an early morning," I say, sighing as I tear his check into tiny pieces and toss it into the trash.

"Okay, sweetie. You still coming out soon?"

I smile as I start heading toward the back window, following the idiots who are still trampling over the fence. "Of course," I mutter sweetly before telling him bye.

It's no surprise that Kim Jongin isn't doing anything to stop them from further destroying my yard. He's a selfish prick like that. I'm trying to figure out how to keep from being evicted without touching jaded cash, and he's over there blowing money on booze and who knows what else.

"Dude, let's do it," one of the drunken fools yells, slurring his words.

I watch as they clamber into the large bulldozer that is parked in the field directly behind the homes. That's another reason I don't sleep much. Those bulldozers start early - four in the morning most days. They're trying to add more houses behind ours to make more money off campus students.

I hope those idiots run that thing into Kim Jongin's pool and destroy it. It'd serve him right.

Deciding not to waste another second on the idiocy going on outisde, I grab some clothes from my room and head to the bathroom down the hall. My plans for the rest of the night are to take a hot shower and pray for answers to all my problems. I'm sure I'll be met with the same silence as usual, but it's the only hope I have right now.

The roaring pipes need a plumber, too.  They're too loud.  I'll call a plumber when I can afford one.

Just as I start to strip down, an earthquake strikes, rattling my house all around me. I scream while grabbing onto anything not shaking violently. I hear it tearing apart one side of my house. Why only one side?

A pile of my ceiling drops, slamming into me, and all I see are small flakes of darkness speckling my view before I completely pass out.

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Fantasy ~Part 1

Genre: Smut (+18)

Characters: Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook and OC.

Description: Things would be so much simpler if it weren’t for her fantasies.

“Which one of you lucky bastards is nailing Jisoo?” Jung Hoseok leaned against the back of the sofa, beer in hand, and glanced at the other two men. “It isn’t me, and she glows too much to be going without.”

Jeon Jungkook raised a dark brow. “I assumed it was one of you, since she’s put me firmly in the boss category.”

Park Jimin eyed the object of their mutual desire through the window as she bustled around the patio table, setting the last of the party favors in place. She wore another of those long, summery skirts that hid her lush ass. But in deference to the early September heat, she’d donned a little white tank top that hugged the ripe curves of her breasts. Sunlight poured golden over her pale skin and mahogany curls. Jisoo was like something out of time, one of those women who could have modeled for the masters of oil and canvas long ago. Just a glance at her made his dick stiff. Fantasies of her on her back, legs splayed for him, could make him come in record time.

“I guess Jimin is the lucky winner,” Hoseok groused.

“Me?” He jerked his gaze back to the other guys. “No. I’m stuck in the friend zone, man. She put me there when we were four, and I haven’t been out since.”

“At least she’s put you two in a category,” Hoseok complained. “I don’t think she knows I’m alive half the time unless she runs out of coffee or needs me to fix her cantankerous bathtub. Then she needs a good neighbor.”

A collective quiet settled over the trio as they all contemplated the question that Jungkook finally voiced. “Who, then?”

“No one at night,” Hoseok offered. “I’ve got sweet views inside her bedroom.”

And he didn’t hesitate to take advantage of them, Jimin would bet. Unscrupulous but lucky bastard.

“She’s always home and always alone,” he went on. “Unless you count battery-operated boyfriends.”

“You’ve seen her masturbate?” Jungkook nearly came out of his chair.

Jimin nearly came, period.

Hoseok smiled. “Oh, yeah. Our Jisoo has a healthy sex drive.” His smile took a nosedive. “She’s just not getting any from me, at least not while she’s at home. At the office? Nooners, maybe?”

Jungkook shook his head. “No. I keep her busy, half because I can’t stand the thought that she could get laid at lunch, and I wouldn’t be participating.”

“The only time she disappears is to go to your place,” Hoseok pointed out to Jimin, his look expectant.

“I swear, as much as I’d love to lie, we watch action flicks together, but we’re not making any action. I’ve tried a hundred times to think of ways I could bring sex up without ruining the friendship—or having her laugh in my face. So far, I’m striking out.”

Silence lingered. Jimin bet that, individually, the trio had often wondered who Jisoo shared that sweet body with. Frankly, his money had been on Jungkook. Tall, dark, handsome, rich, intense … What woman wouldn’t want that? Except Jisoo had never been a typical woman. She liked Stallone movies, football, and beer. In the same week, she might also salsa dance, buy a Coach purse, and then attend a lecture at the local college about the discovery of new black holes in the universe. She was always a puzzle.

This was the first time they’d ever discussed their mutual desire for Jisoo. Sure, he’d known the other two were hard for her. Hoseok practically followed her with his tongue dragging the floor, and Jungkook watched her with those sharp, dark eyes that missed nothing. Like the others, he’d assumed one of them was Jisoo’s lover. Unless someone was lying, but this conversation gave him a lot of hope.

“So …” Hoseok started. “If she’s not doing the horizontal mambo with her best friend, her boss, or her neighbor, who the hell is she fucking?”

The answer came to Jimin like a comet through his brain. He drowned the sizzle it roused with a long swallow of beer. Or tried to. Nothing doused his need for Jisoo.

No one,” he said finally. “She was twenty-one when she lost her virginity.”

Jimin remembered it vividly, though he’d really like to forget. Kangta the smooth talker had finally persuaded her onto her back by lying about his feelings for her. Jisoo had called Jimin in furious tears when she’d discovered that his feelings only lasted as long as the orgasm and extended to the next coed a week later. His Jisoo never gave herself easily, and since Kangta, she never did unless she was sure. As far as he knew, she’d had only one other lover, Yoongi, the musician she’d nearly married. Close call, that. But Jimin couldn’t fault her. He’d genuinely liked Yoongi, even if he’d been jealous as hell. Jisoo had been the one to decide that twenty-three was too young to get married. Yoongi, believing he had met the love of his life, hadn’t wanted to wait. They parted, no harm, no foul. She even exchanged Christmas cards with Yoongi and his new wife.

Many tried to get into Jisoo’s panties. She took none of them seriously. He, Jungkook, and Hoseok were good examples.

“Yeah, she doesn’t sleep around that I can see,” Hoseok agreed.

“She’s never so much as flirted with anyone at the office.”

“And that leaves us where?” Hoseok asked.

“Fucked, and not in the pleasant way.” Jimin sighed. “Plan, anyone?”

~*~*~*~

Kim Jisoo cast a nervous glance inside the living room. Her guys were talking intently. They’d all been a part of her life for at least the last three years, so they knew each other. Were even friends … of a sort. But she’d bet none of them had a clue how she felt about them all. She feared their reaction if they did.

Thank God this party would be under way soon. Let someone else wade through the testosterone in her living room. Once it had started getting thick, she’d had to dash outside. It was either that or overheat.

“Need help, honey?” Jimin stuck his head out the French doors.

That wild wavy blonde hair of his made her hands itch to trim it, run her fingers through it. But it was his soft eyes melted her every time. He had the biggest heart—and the sexiest smile she’d ever seen.

“I’m good. But could you guys find that cooler in the garage and ice down the drinks in the fridge?”

“Will do.” He hesitated. “You okay?”

She avoided his gaze. If she looked at him—at any of them—no telling what her eyes would reveal. Jungkook would be furious, Jimin hurt, and Hoseok … he’d figure it out as he went.

Focused on the plastic flatware she set on her patio table, Jisoo murmured, “Great. When people start coming in, just send them out back.”

Jimin sighed, Something was off with him, with all of the guys. It wasn’t football season yet, so no one’s favorite team had lost recently. Jimin never let work stress him out. She wondered if he was having girlfriend trouble … then decided she didn’t want to know.

The door shut, and she breathed a sigh of relief. If she could just make it through the afternoon with those three, then shoo them out after the party, she could escape to her fantasy life. At least four hours to go. Damn! She glanced at her watch and started counting …

~*~*~*~

“Anything?” Jungkook asked as soon as he shut the door.

“Nah, man. She’s in her own world.” One that didn’t include them. Jimin resisted the urge to curse.

“What do you think she wants in a man?” Hoseok asked.

“If I were an expert, I wouldn’t be telling you. I’d be dating her myself.”

Jungkook nodded. “She doesn’t seem to care about money. God knows, I tried that route.”

“Nope.” Jimin grabbed another beer, then headed for the garage, motioning the others to join him. “She’s more than comfortable with her ability to make her own money.”

“She’s also not impressed by anything with a fast engine. I tried that, too,” Jungkook confessed.

“Hey, I mowed my lawn shirtless for a month, then struck up conversations with her, hoping she’d look. Her gaze stayed glued above on my neck.” Hoseok muttered, a pout playing at his lips.

Jimin retrieved the cooler, then opened the freezer in her garage and started dumping in bags of ice. The others joined in.

“I’ve been her confidant, her shoulder to cry on, her prom date when hers dumped her at the last minute … None of that did me any good either.”

“You knew Yoongi. What was he like?” Jungkook spoke in low tones. Always. Yet his voice carried the snap of subtle demand.

“Easygoing. Calm and collected. Kind of a wandering spirit.”

“That leaves me out,” Jungkook brooded as he began to toss beers, wine coolers, water, and soft drinks into the cooler.

“But her boyfriend prior to that was a successful guy who owned a few jewelry stores. Flashy dresser. Of course, he was an asshole, too. I don’t think she would put you in that mold or you wouldn’t be here,” he told Jungkook, then wondered why he was trying to make the competition feel better.

Truth was, he liked both Jungkook and Hoseok. And it felt good to finally be talking about the elephant in the room.

They finished icing down the drinks in relative quiet, but Jimin’s brain was working overtime. A glance at Jungkook—whose brain never stopped—proved Jisoo’s boss was lost in his own ruminations, too.

Until he spoke. “Would all of you agree that we’d rather see Jisoo happy with one of us than some bastard who might mistreat her?”

Jimin hesitated, then glanced at Hoseok. Finally, they both nodded. Yeah, he’d hate like hell to let her go, but if he couldn’t have her, he’d at least be happier knowing that she was with someone who wanted her, had genuine feelings for her, would take care of her.

“Me, too,” Jungkook offered. “I think Jimin is right, gentlemen. What we need is a plan.”

“Plan?”

Jimin laughed at Hoseok’s confusion. The firefighter was a great guy … but Hoseok and a plan combined as well as gasoline and margarita mix.

“We’ve got to find out what’s in her head.” And her heart, Jimin decided. But they had to start small. Forever and ever amen, picket fence, and two point two kids was a lofty place to begin. First, they had to know what she wanted in a date, in a lover. Who, if anyone, was on her mind.

“How?” Jungkook asked, getting right to the heart of the problem as usual. “Does she keep a diary?”

“Not that I know of … but it’s not as if Jisoo tells me everything.” Jimin shrugged, lamenting that fact.

“She might have a journal. No doubt she’s capable of writing more than a grocery list,” Hoseok drawled.

“Jisoo is a bit private. I’m not sure she’d write her feelings down.”

“Maybe because she is private, she’d be more likely to pour her feelings out on paper than to another human being.” Jungkook pinned his gaze on Jimin. “Or does she have some really close girlfriend I don’t know about?”

“No. To her, most women like shopping and gossip and those Grey’s Anatomy-type shows, which she hates.”

Hoseok frowned. “Yeah. Not Jisoo’s style.”

“So now what?” Jimin ran his hand through his unruly hair.

“Could you have one of those best friend heart-to-hearts?”

“Yeah.” Hoseok warmed to the subject. “See if she’ll spill.”

“Tried that. She blushed and said that talking to me about her fantasies and her ultimate man was crossing the friend line. I told her it was because I was seeking a girlfriend and wanted her advice. She was sure that her wants wouldn’t necessarily match anyone else’s and ended the conversation.”

“Damn.”

“Exactly. There must be some way to trip her up or persuade her into a tell-all mood so we can learn what she wants and who she has feelings for,” Jungkook murmured.

“Get her drunk?”

Jimin reached over and swatted Hoseok on the head. “No, you idiot. Something that won’t have her puking or give her a headache. You know Jisoo doesn’t handle her liquor well. I’d rather try something less sneaky.”

When Jimin reached down to lift one half of the enormous cooler by a handle, Hoseok lifted the other. “I would too, brother, but the up-and-up isn’t working.”

Jungkook held the garage door open. “He’s right.”

“What are you suggesting?” Jimin asked. “Seducing her?”

“Tried that.” Jungkook sighed as they traversed the house, cooler in hand. “She sidestepped me, then set me up on a blind date with a Barbie who had an equally plastic personality.”

“I tried, too.” Hoseok lowered the cooler by the back door, then glanced out at Jisoo, who stood in the shade, face raised to the sky, eyes closed, basking in the sun. “She giggled and started making jokes about firemen who think with their hose.

“I can’t seduce her,” Jimin admitted. “First, I’m not a ladies’ man, and second, I’d lose her. She thinks of me as someone she can rely on—”

“Which is why you’re stuck in the friend zone, dude,” Hoseok chastised. “You’ve never tried to make her see you as a man?”

“I kissed her once.”

“Yeah?” That got Hoseok’s attention.

“But we were thirteen, and her comment afterward was that Kim Taehyung kissed better.”

Hoseok doubled over with laughter. Even single-minded Jungkook cracked a smile.

“What we need is evidence.”

Dark brow raised, Hoseok glared at Jungkook. “Spoken like an attorney.”

“I am one; sue me.” The attorney smiled, and something about his eyes reminded Jimin why the guy billed out at two grand an hour. Suddenly, he shot Hoseok a cunning stare. “You firemen have interesting ways of gaining access to a house, right?”

Hoseok rolled his eyes. “Yes, with all the subtlety of a sledge-hammer.”

“I have a key, guys,” Jimin offered.

“Give it to him,” Jungkook snapped. “I’m going to call Jisoo after the party, make up some emergency. You”—he stared at Hoseok—“are going to sneak in. Look around, in that monster closet of hers, through her home office… See if she keeps a journal or mementos or has written anything personal on her laptop. Check her correspondence, her voice mails. Scroll through her recent calls and see if she’s reached out to anyone.”

“I don’t know, dude … It seems so invasive. What about her privacy? What if she catches me?”

Jungkook’s stare lost what little levity it had. He looked as if he were resisting grabbing Hoseok by the shirt and shaking some sense into him. “Be careful, and she won’t. Just get us some information or we’ll all be stuck in this hell indefinitely.”

Hoseok sighed. “Fuck.”

“Call both of us as soon as you’ve finished your reconnaissance.” Jungkook directed. “Then collectively we’ll decide the best course of action, regardless of what you find, agreed?”

“Count me in.”

Jimin hesitated. He didn’t like spying on Jisoo. He didn’t like lying to her or invading her privacy … but he also didn’t like being cut off from the woman he adored. He hadn’t made any progress with her since that chaste tweener kiss. Fifteen years later, maybe it was time to try something new.

Hoping like hell he didn’t regret this, he handed Hoseok Jisoo’s house key.

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This actually made me fucking cry.