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[jjinnies]

reassurance | jung hoseok.

this content belongs to and is created by @jjinnies. please do not copy, translate or plagiarise!

genre: college!au, established relationship, non-idol!au, slight angst (please read the warning), fluffy and reassuring towards the end.

warnings: swearing/profanity, this imagine talks about parents pressuring their child to be academically successful, even at the cost of their own mental health. as someone who has personally had their parents neglect their mental health for A’s and awards, please know that it is not worth it. your mental health is paramount, and you matter more than a letter on a piece of paper. it’s difficult sometimes, to sit down and study. it’s hard to find the motivation to even get up on some days, so i just wanted to quickly tell anybody who was reading this - i’m proud of you. you’re doing amazing and the only person in the world that’s worth impressing first is yourself. listen to your mind when it wants a break, and please do not neglect the things that truly make you happy. you’ve got this, and i know you’re going to do great things one day <3.

—

exam season was never a good look on you.

not having the time nor energy to battle putting your contact lenses in this morning, a thick pair of nearly-abandoned glasses adorned the bridge of your nose. and as you raced across campus trying to find your lecture hall that had been conveniently moved this morning, you sighed, clutching your laptop closer to your chest to avoid the only thing that could make this morning even more unbearable.

your body demanded caffiene, seeing as you hadn’t slept at all within the last day and a half. and it’s almost like your boyfriend had a knack for knowing what you needed, judging by his latest text.

stinky: got you an iced matcha, babe. where are you?

smiling, you moved to the side of the path you stood on, typing out a quick text after glancing at the top of your screen. 

you were late anyways, so what was the point of going to class?

you: had class, but i can’t find my room. i’m in front of that weird psych building, the one that smells like hotdogs.

— 

when hoseok had gotten your text, he was waiting in line for the two drinks he had ordered. and after he had read your location, he smiled, shaking his head a little at your unique description.

“order for, uh, hoseok?”

the man smiled at the new barista, nodding before handing her his receipt. he then took the two drinks, but not before stuffing a few straws into his pocket.

— 

“seok!”

your nickname for him was unmissable as hoseok whipped his head around. he had been circling the building for a few minutes now, not wanting to pull his phone out because it would guarantee a green-stained shirt.

and as much as hoseok loved you - as much as his sunshine smile would almost quadriple in your presence - a deep frown found his face when his eyes found you. though a happy smile of your own made your expression, it was hard to ignore the way the smile failed to meet your eyes. you looked so tired, he wondered if you had slept at all this week, let alone last night.

“hey baby,” he mumbled, pulling you into his chest, still careful to hold his hands up to keep the drinks away from your bodies.

your arms wrapped around his waist as you buried your face in his chest. this felt nice, a lot nicer than the flat mattress of your dormroom’s bed.

“what’s going on, my love? you look tired,” he noted, speaking carefully. to accompany his words, he kissed your forehead, rubbing your upper arm with his knuckles before pushing on it slightly so you could grab your drink from his hold.

but it took you a few seconds longer than usual to answer, merely grabbing the drink from him before wrapping yourself up in his arms again. and when hoseok noticed that too, his free hand held the back of your head gently, letting you take your time as he started to sway you in the middle of the pathway.

“i’m going to fail—”

your words were cut off by an admittedly ugly sob, and hoseok’s features softened as he heard the sound. immediately, his hand rubbed your back, kissing your cheeks and forehead wherever he could to try to calm you down.

“i know my hardworking girl won’t fail, and even if she does, who cares, hm? there are plenty of options, and i’m here for you, even if you decide to quit college altogether.”

his soothing words, however, only made you cry harder. of course, you knew that your boyfriend wouldn’t invalidate your feelings or make you feel even more pressured than you already did. but just hearing his words had you feeling so immensely loved and cared for. like there was actually someone there to catch you if you fell. 

and that made your heart feel warm more than anything.

“it’s just that..my mom, hobi, she’s been a little...she said she wouldn’t forgive me if i failed, said i wasn’t allowed to fuck up the one thing i’ve ever been good at and—”

another sob wracked through your body as hoseok held you tighter. you tried to let go of how your mother had spoken to you on the phone last night, but after the call, you couldn’t help but wonder if she was right. if you really were just your grades and nothing more. and that made you spiral down a hole of insecurity and doubt towards your personality, your body, and pretty much everything your mind could conjure up as you tossed and turned in bed.

and as hoseok had processed what your mother had insinuated, he started to grow annoyed. 

because in his mind, how could anyone find a single flaw in you?

“look at me,” he mumbled.

his hand reached back to grab your drink, placing the two cups on a ledge behind him before he cupped your puffy cheeks softly.

“the only thing keeping me from cussing that woman out is that she’s your mother.”

the pads of his thumbs rubbed at your cheeks until the drying tears were flicked away. pressing his forehead to yours, he smiled at you lovingly, letting you focus on him as he whispered for you to do exactly so.

“i don’t even have the words in me to describe how fucking gorgeous you are, honestly. look at you, baby. you’re always the first one to give a helping hand to anyone you see struggling. i’ve never seen somebody more committed to their studies like you are. and when was the last time you went back home empty-handed, hm? that’s right, never. because you always made the effort to gift your siblings what i know your mother never gave you. and that’s what makes you an awesome woman. the way you are - everything about you - makes me the proudest and luckiest boyfriend in the world.”

your arms wrapped around hoseok’s waist somewhere in between his speech, and his naturally slid around your shoulders. pressing a soft kiss to his lips, you flushed a little red at the things you didn’t realise he paid attention to. and as you buried your face in his neck to hold him tighter, your smile grew until his finally surfaced too.

“thank you, seokie,” you whispered, squeezing your eyes shut as you kissed his cheek before letting your own cheek rest against his shoulder.

“you know i’ve always got you, right? and i will ring your mother up if need be.”

his words had you scoff in amusement, but you hummed nevertheless, not knowing if you should pass up the tempting opportunity.

“and, baby?”

his words had you snapping out of your temporary reverie, leaning into his touch as he cupped your cheek tenderly.

“we’re going back to mine for a few hours and cuddling, okay? i just want you to know i’m here.”

well, that was partly true. he wanted to make sure you would get some sleep, even if it was for a short nap. 

and as you nodded gratefully, his arms wrapped around your body, staying like that for a few moments before guiding you home, away from all the hot-dog wafts, the awakening matcha, and most importantly, the exam stress.

[jjinnies]

little yellow skirt (part two) — jeon jungkook (m)

© jjinnies (2022). please do not plagiarise/copy without permission <3! this work of fiction contains mature themes (descriptive smut), minors DNI <3! female reader perspective, still trying to figure out better inclusion of all readers <3!

smut, please do not interact if you are a minor. sex with consent, penetration, y/n is on the pill, established relationship!au, college!au, non-idol!au, fucking in uniform, dumbification, degradation and praise kinks, size kink, voyeurism, jungkook!dom, reader!sub, fem reader.

part two of three. part one is linked here.

—

why did he have to be so attractive?

you couldn’t help but let your eyes fall back to your boyfriend, simultaneously scanning the rest of the diner and breathing a sigh of relief when the area was nearly empty, save for a few friends paying their bill.

after jungkook had admitted how sexy he found you in your new uniform, your own hormones had started to rise. and it was beginning to get to you, because you couldn’t help but sigh over absolutely everything about him - the way his lithe fingers ran through his hair before returning the black cap upon his head.

and god, that smirk.

he had been sneaking glances at you through your whole shift, occasionally tugging his soft bottom lip in between his pearly whites at the mere sight of you. you weren’t completely innocent, though, mind and gaze wandering off to him when you waited on orders. more often than not, you would even have to ask the customers to repeat themselves as you tried your hardest to ignore the little come here motions he would make with his index finger. or the way he would naturally let his muscular thighs part into a manspread, almost beckoning you to either sit or stand in between them.

your hands now moved to wipe the table down as the last customers had finally left. your coworkers had cleared out through the back alleyway too, and now, it was just you and jungkook in the tiny space.

“i’m going to lose my mind with you bending over the tables like that, baby.”

the hairs at the back of your neck rose as a shiver ran down your spine, and you instinctively leaned back into jungkook’s chest. his hands found your hips, pressing gentle kisses to your shoulder as he towered over you from behind.

and as he wrapped his arms around you fully, you began to feel his hard-on that was currently pressed against your backside. his hands teased at the hem of your button-up t-shirt, feeling the fabric in between his fingertips before he slid the uniform up slightly, just enough to ghost his fingers against your bare torso.

“i could take you right now, have you in so many positions,” he whispered.

he couldn’t help the way he ground his hips against yours subtly. the endless possibilities were running through his mind as he closed his eyes for a brief second. but he soon opened them. and just looking down at you reminded him why he was so hard in the first place.

that tiny little skirt.

“pretty baby in her pretty little uniform.”

his coos couldn’t help but elicit the softest whine from you, and you finally turned around when he began to leave little hickies at the skin of your nape.

“koo,” you mewled, palms resting against his broad chest as he hummed by your temple, leaving a soft kiss by the shell of your ear only seconds later. your hands travelled up his body, over his shoulders, and eventually, to the back of his neck. arms wrapped around his neck, you played with his hair softly, pressing your thighs together when he let his larger hands rest against your ass.

“oh no you don’t.”

his words were met with action as he lifted you up by the thighs, effectively unclenching your legs as he sat you down upon the table you had just finished clearing.

standing in between your legs, jungkook’s tatted hands found your knees, spreading them further apart before letting his hands trail up to the hem of your yellow skirt.

subconsicously, your back arched into him, and you whimpered as his hands made their way further up. high enough, until one digit of his index finger pressed against your throbbing womanhood.

you pushed your hips towards his hand, hoping to gain any friction from the man you just wanted to be fucked silly by. and jungkook allowed the action for just a few seconds, watching you with amusement before he started kissing along your jaw.

“pretty, desperate little baby. so eager to be dicked down by her boyfriend.”

his hands couldn’t help but retract from under your skirt as he replaced his digit with his hips, now letting you feel his bulge to your clothed pussy as he pulled you close enough so you were perched at the edge of the booth’s table.

and just when you thought the desire couldn’t build, his hands left your hips, travelling up the sides of your body before he cupped your breasts through your uniform. softly squeezing the mounds, he grunted as you rocked your hips against his very erect bulge, unbuttoning the first few buttons of your shirt to reveal a cute little pink bra he had been determined to pay for a few shopping trips ago.

“can’t believe this is all mine.”

your fingers tugged at his hair as he dove his head down in between your chest, kissing the supple flesh of the tops of your breasts. he could feel your hardening nubs under the flimsy fabric of your bra, and wondered if you were wearing a matching set of panties.

to test his thoughts, he smirked, reaching down to press a kiss to each nipple before licking the valley of your breasts. his lip ring - a recent addition to the many piercings he had accumulated over your relationship - dragged over the areas he had kissed, and just the feeling of that alone had your pussy clenching in anticipation. 

“b-baby! what the fuck, baby?”

your words were accompanied by a frown as jungkook merely smirked. his hands had completely stopped their movement, and he stood just a few inches away from you while your legs spread again on instinct, wanting him back.

“such a dirty mouth on my girl,” he reprimanded.

but you knew he wasn’t hurt by your words as a playful smirk tugged at his lips. instead of removing more of your clothes, his hand reached back to find a chair, dragging the wooden furniture a few steps away from you before sitting down on it.

“i want you on my lap when i fuck you in that skirt. i’ll keep those pretty panties of yours afterwards too.”

[jjinnies]

little yellow skirt (part 1) — jeon jungkook (m).

© jjinnies (2022). please do not plagiarise/copy without permission <3! this work of fiction contains mature themes (descriptive smut), minors DNI <3! female reader perspective, still trying to figure out better inclusion of all readers <3!

smut, please do not interact if you are a minor. sex with consent, penetration, y/n is on the pill, established relationship!au, college!au, non-idol!au, fucking in uniform, dumbification, degradation and praise kinks, size kink, voyeurism, jungkook!dom, reader!sub, fem reader.

part one of three chapters. part two is linked here.

—

after the phone call you had just recieved from your local diner, you were on cloud nine.

so when you found yourself tackling your boyfriend, jungkook, to the couch, he only welcomed the endearing action, wrapping his arms around your waist tight as you cupped his cheeks firmly.

“the lady called me back, koo! i got the job!”

you were finally going to start saving up some money, and the idea had you feeling all types of relief and pride. after the college semester began to get too hectic, after all, your boyfriend jungkook convinced you to move out of your dorm to help save some rent money, instead offering his space to you so you could both start living together.

and although you loved nothing more than to come home to your doe-eyed, perfect boyfriend, the fact that you were living with him free of cost weighed on your conscience from time to time. 

“that’s great, baby, i’m proud of you!”

his coos and compliments had your cheeks feeling a little red, but you chose to ignore it as you shifted yourself closer to him, pecking his jaw delicately. his fingers, simultaneously, found your hair, dragging his lithe fingers through your dark hair.

“you’ll come visit me for my first shift, right? the manager gave me the closing shift for tomorrow.”

with how big and expectant your brown eyes looked right now, jungkook would be a callous man to say no, especially because you were his girl. so he grabbed your hands softly, whispering a soft cute against your forehead before pecking the area reassuringly.

“of course i’ll be there, darling.”

— 

jungkook’s fingertips drummed against the leather expanse of his steering wheel exactly 24 hours after his promise. today was a particularly cold evening, so he hoped that your first shift hadn’t left you inundated with people.

in fact, the reason why he was still sitting in the warmth of his car was because he didn’t want to distract you from taking people’s orders. he knew you were feeling a little anxious this morning at the thought of potentially rude customers, or worse, horrible management. 

but eventually, his curiosity piqued as he peered into the quaint little diner, unable to find you after sneaking a few glances in through the slightly tinted windows of the place.

finding his keys, he pulled himself out of his beat-up car, letting his hands seek refuge in his pockets before he made his way towards the local eatery. he had dressed up nice today. in his mind, he wanted to look a little intimidating to your co-workers in case one of them decided to give you a hard time. that probably explained his choice of an all-black outfit, from his chunky combat boots to a simple black cap.

pushing the door to the diner open, his nose was instantly hit with nostalgia. the familiar scent of burgers, pizza, fried chicken and other greasy but beloved meals had his stomach growling, and he took a few more steps into the surprisingly busy establishment before sliding his muscular self into a little booth.

his eyes now roamed his surroundings, tongue poking against his cheek as he wondered how easy it was for your short little self to camouflage in the background. 

and honestly? jungkook wasn’t really a man to get so easily flustered. he’d like to think his resolve was pretty steely.

but his confidence was severely humbled when his eyes finally found your form, tending to the order of an old couple who were probably regulars at the place.

holy fuck.

in the entirety of your two year relationship with jungkook, you knew that he was naturally already so attracted to you. but just seeing you wearing that tiny yellow tennis skirt had the blood rushing to his cock as if he was an overly hormonal teenager again. 

your legs were a pretty big turn-on for him.

you had no business looking that fine in your uniform, the way your hair was brushed back into a high pony tail to reveal the smooth expanse of your neck. the neck he had marked up just days ago.

he didn’t realise that you had spotted him after completing the table’s order, and when you began to walk over to him, he was broken out of his reverie as he tried to act natural.

“baby!” you squealed, instantly by his side as you held your boyfriend’s shoulders.

his hands found your hips, sending you a soft smile as he fought the urge to start kissing up on your body. the height difference between the two of you was pretty apparent, even when jungkook was seated. in fact, the two of you almost seemed head to head.

head.

pulling his black cap off his head, you smiled before gushing over the fact that he had really come to visit you. cupping his cheeks, you sneaked a quick glance at the booths nearby before bending down to press a soft peck to his lips.

and while jungkook was more than quick to accept the affection, his chest rumbled as he growled protectively, one of his veiny hands maneuvering around you to cover you in case you were exposed from your uniform.

“hey!”

jungkook scoffed as he pulled you closer - if possible - possessively, scooting over in the booth before tugging you down by the hand as you found yourself sitting down with him only seconds later.

he pressed a gentle peck to your forehead, an action that was undeniably juxtaposed against the way his jaw ticked at the thought of someone else oogling you during your shifts.

you looked at him through your lashes, obviously confused, because who wouldn’t be?

“it’s taking so much in me not to have you on my lap right now, kissing all up on your pretty body.”

his words came as a response to your innocent expression, and his mind couldn’t help but think back to just last week, when you had begged to give him head for the first time. his thoughts were really getting the best of him as he cupped one of your cheeks, kissing your bottom lip slowly for a few moments before pulling away while looking into your slightly blown-out eyes.

he could have sworn there was a thin string of spit that connected your lips to his for a second after he had pulled away. his fingers felt at the hem of your skirt gently, admiring the material before delivering a short but firm peck to your upper lip.

“j-jungkook, shift—”

he was quick to cut you off with his hum, rubbing your cheek with the pad of his thumb understandingly, as the little control left in him reminded him that this was your first shift. 

“i can wait, baby. i’m here if anyone tries anything, hm?”

you knew it was hard for jungkook to pull away, because the last thing you wanted to do was stand up right now and walk away from your greek god of a boyfriend. in fact, you almost wished you hadn’t chosen today to start your damn shift.

a pitiful whine escaped your plump lips. your thighs pressed together involuntarily for the slightest bit of friction as jungkook’s thumb rubbed at your knee softly.

jungkook was quick to notice your actions, and couldn’t help but showcase a cocky smirk.

“go on, pretty baby, go ahead and take my order.”

you couldn’t wait for this shift to be over.

— 

next part.

[jjinnies]

silk sheets — min yoongi (full book) | CHAPTER SEVEN: MAKING A MOVE.

Warnings ─ mild sexual discourse.

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As Jungkook placed his hand on the small of Jiha's back, the fearful, choked sob that was held at the back of her throat bubbled out. Her face burned with embarrassment, her thoughts getting the best of her as she prayed Jungkook hadn’t heard her little whimper.

But immediately, he held her wrist, leading her to his secluded office room as she looked down in shame. Closing the door once the two had walked in, Jungkook sat the clearly frazzled woman down, his own body grabbing a chair and sliding it directly in front of her.

Any onlooker would be convinced that Jungkook was Jiha’s older brother, ready to give her a stern talking about something dangerous she had just done. Their postures confirmed it, because Jungkook leant forward halfway to hold Jiha in case her breakdown happened to worsen. Jiha seemed to crawl into a ball, adopting the belief that if she didn’t move, no one could see her. But the stern part of the man knew he needed to know what was going on ASAP, because he prided himself on being the glue that stuck the Park Enterprises together.

And he couldn’t stand it when there was a crack.

He sat down, and his brown eyes zeroed in on her as if his gaze could help decipher what Yoongi had to do with the sudden woman’s outburst.

"Jiha, what's going on?" 

Jungkook didn’t mean to sound so harsh at first. The fact that Yoongi was already ruining the workplace environment made him pissed. But he couldn’t afford to get mad at Jiha - it wasn’t fair on her, and he wasn’t about to get rid of the only person in the building with enough patience to deal with Yoongi’s shenanigans. 

His hands instead reached to pour the woman a glass of water, the transition smoothly allowing him to change tactics. Pouring water seemed like the only thing Jungkook had been doing all morning. 

But as he did so, she dabbed at her eyes with the sleeve of her coat as Jungkook set the glass down on the side table next to her. The sound that Jungkook made when he cleared his throat reminded Jiha to stop letting her mind run a million miles a second.

"It's nothing, Jungkook," she assured. Her slightly swollen eyes looked up to meet his own as she fumbled with her fingers nervously. She really didn't want to tell him the truth.

What would she even say? That she no longer wanted to work here because Yoongi had texted her? That she thought her job termination was inevitable by the devil-incarnate himself?

It sounded ridiculous even in her thoughts.

Jungkook, however, raised an eyebrow, his warm hands now gently gripping her cold fingers as he ran his thumbs over her knuckles. Never in the whole of his college life, or high school, where he had known Jiha, had he ever seen the woman with teary eyes. The fact that she had cried at work, and that too in front of the CEO? Something was clearly off.

"Really? Because it seems to me that things aren’t feeling too hot. What's wrong, hm?" 

In response, Jiha's merely looked down until the sight of his hands enveloping hers made her crack a smile. She was grateful for having such an understanding boss who actually cared about her feelings. Sure, she hadn’t been buddies with Jungkook during their college years, but even when she didn’t work under him, the man never failed to slide her a coffee when she most needed it. He had a habit of nonchalantly caring for those around him, and the kind bunny smile that would almost always accompany his actions confirmed his good will.

But as Jungkook continued to take her hands in his own, even she knew she was overreacting. How bad could it be, honestly?

"Thanks for checking up on me, Jungkook, I really appreciate it," she whispered, smiling to prove her words as she wiped a stray tear away. He only patted her shoulder gently, waiting for her to elaborate. 

But she merely sighed. 

The secretary, however, only took this as a sign to stand up, his hands lifting her up by her own hands before he wiped the remaining tears for her. She giggled softly, her mood lifting instantly as she looked up to meet his gaze again.

"Now, would you like to take a few minutes to yourself and sit in my office, or are you ready to go back to Jimin and Yoongi?" Jungkook questioned, his hand reaching to rub the back of his neck as he looked down upon her. He always felt slightly awkward after he tried to do something nice: it was a habit he hadn’t been able to shake off just yet.

"Could we go back now, Jungkook?"

Handing her another tissue, he opened the door wide for her, his buck teeth making an appearance as she walked past the door's frame to enter the general space of what was known as The CEO's Floor.

She bit her lip nervously, rubbing her eyes one last time before squaring her shoulders to meet Min Yoongi once again.

— 

YOONGI you good, doll?

YOONGI like, you didn't seem too happy when you came back with jungcock.

JIHA i can't believe you're working as my employee. what are the odds?

JIHA *jungkook

YOONGI don't avoid what you're afraid of. why are you uncomfortable around me?

JIHA i'm not scared of you.

JIHA just cautious.

YOONGI cautious? you're acting like i'll hurt you.

YOONGI i'll only bite you softly.

YOONGI with consent, of course.

JIHA why are you always thinking about sex?

YOONGI not always, babes.

YOONGI seriously though, you need to start posting prettier content.

YOONGI you have the looks, what are you so afraid of?

JIHA you're kidding?

JIHA firstly, i could get fired.

JIHA and second of all, i don't want your perverted eyes looking at things you'll never get a chance at.

YOONGI i want to meet up with you.

YOONGI you free tonight?

JIHA pardon??

YOONGI you know what i said, meet up with me?

JIHA dude.

JIHA we don't even know each other that well.

YOONGI then get to know me. do you really want to spend the rest of your time at jimin's company hating someone you'll have to meet every single day?

JIHA you're literally a stranger.

YOONGI i'll take care of you, i’m not a dick.

[jiji has read your message at 18:40] [miny.xxgi is requesting a voice call]

YOONGI please pick up?

JIHA yoongi, who the fuck wants to meet up with a stranger? i want to live to see another day.

YOONGI then come somewhere public so you're absolutely sure i won't kidnap you.

JIHA you're paying.

YOONGI i don't know, will you meet up with me?

JIHA ughhh yoongi! fine!

[jjinnies]

silk sheets — min yoongi (full book) | CHAPTER SIX: WORKPLACE MISHAPS.

Warnings ─ profanity/swearing.

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"Well, as much as it pains me to say, seeing as we'll now be co-workers... you've got the job." 

Yoongi had given a surprisingly flawless interview, save for a few hiccups that had occurred when Jungkook and Yoongi glared a little too hard at each other. Jungkook wasn't extremely happy about the turn of events, seeing as he realised that his mornings at the company would start to grow a little less perfect with the older male around.

And considering the fact that the personal assistant had expected Yoongi's absence this morning, the tension in the air seemed thick, with Jimin's smile being the only threadbare fibre of hope that stopped both men from strangling each other.

Jungkook’s piercing brown eyes returned to its target, almost certain that if he narrowed his squint any further, a laser beam would erupt out of his pupils, burning a hole through Yoongi’s head. Oh, how he wished that would happen.

However, the latter only snorted.

As if he'd actually choose to work here. 

He was only sitting on Jimin's expensive leather couch in his expensive, minimalist office as he felt obliged to. After all, even he was unable to deny that the only reason he wasn't on the streets by now was because of his stupidly generous best friend's tendencies.

But, Yoongi wasn't sure whether he had gotten the job by default – he knew that Jungkook wouldn't let him leave this room without some form of payment for the money he had blown up in his time of being friends with Park Jimin. After all, Jimin had busted his ass in college for the uncountable number of diplomas and degrees he felt he needed to become a worthy CEO.

Yoongi, however, merely sat at the back of the lecture hall, face stuffed in a takeout box or in his elbow, the soft snores from his mouth barely heard by the lecturer at the front.

Yoongi was undoubtedly a bad influence on Jimin. Jungkook, by comparison, seemed like a leading example of how to be the bestest friend there was.

Sighing, he forced himself to push the thoughts of the past back that made him feel slightly guilty.

"In all seriousness, I promise to actually do my job and not just mooch off the cafeteria food," Yoongi whined.

It was rare seeing Yoongi promise something, and even Jungkook knew that no matter how bad of a person the elder seemed to be, he never broke a promise. 

Jimin’s hand made its way to Yoongi’s shoulder, squeezing the area gently. Jungkook simultaneously rolled his eyes, humming nevertheless as he reached for the office telephone.

"Could you please send one of the executive managers up to the CEO's room?" Jungkook shortly spoke over the phone to the receptionist downstairs, humming in confirmation before hanging the phone up.

"Just hang tight, Yoongi, you'll get a tour of the office by one of our managers here," Jimin explained, his tone surprisingly calm and soothing as the heart within Yoongi's chest began to drum against his ribcage. Ignoring the foreign feeling, he cleared his throat, only to speak.

"So where am I working and what exactly am I doing?" Yoongi asked, his hand reaching to scratch the nape of his neck shyly as he just realised he had to walk out in a room of professionals wearing the most hideous outfit even he, with a model-like face, wasn't able to pull off.

Jungkook sighed, his head resting flat against his open palms as he groaned. 

"You didn't read the package we left at your house, idiot?" 

The youngest in the room was already heated, and little patience was left in him. His snarky language, however, earnt him a smack on the thigh by Jimin.

"It’s okay, Yoongi, you'll do fine. This evening, you'll be working with one of our managers to understand what your job description is, as they'll be your superior boss in this instance," Jimin kindly explained, his heart swelling as Yoongi, for once, plainly nodded without adding an unnecessary side comment about having to work under someone. Jungkook, on the other hand, only chugged his glass of water, words bubbling up his throat as he heard Yoongi ask if his outfit today was okay for this office. Had it not been for the knock at the door that very moment, Jungkook really didn't know what he would have done.

"Come in," Jimin called, his and Jungkook's postures automatically straightening as Yoongi only rolled his eyes. If his new boss was some fat, old man just waiting to pawn all his work off to Yoongi, he hoped Jimin knew he would resign.

The handle of the metal door turned, as Yoongi boredly ran a hand through his thick, black hair. His white sneakers kicked against the leg of the expensive coffee table in between him and the CEO as the door swung open.

And in walked Yoongi's new boss.

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"Good morning, Mr Park. You asked to see me, Jungkook?" Jiha called, her cheeks slightly burning in embarrassment. Jungkook merely smiled at her behaviour, beckoning her in.

"Please, Jiha, we know how professionally you carry yourself, but for the time being, I need you to relax and take a seat beside your new employee," Jungkook explained, his tanned hand simultaneously moving up to gesture in Yoongi's direction as he smiled up at the female.

Jiha only smiled politely, her head slowly turning to the man seated on the couch opposite the two influential figures. Subtly, she straightened out the grey pencil skirt she picked out this morning, and she only hoped that her matching grey blazer wasn’t wrinked from sitting behind the desk all morning. In her mind, she contemplated about how she should introduce herself, what she should say.

After all, what she said in this time would reflect on her as both boss and employee.

But as soon as she did, her blood ran cold.

Fuck.

What?

What? 

Surely, her eyes were just playing tricks upon her.

This wasn't happening.

This wasn't happening.

She hadn't even had her morning coffee yet. 

This is happening.

As the pair's eyes met, Yoongi's jaw went slack, but not before allowing a soft smirk to settle upon his slightly chapped lips.

Jiha only groaned internally, her fingers fumbling on both sides of her body as she took timid but quick steps towards the male. Extending her slightly shaking hand out to meet his, she cleared her throat, taking a quick breath before trying to act like this was the first time the two had met. For crying out loud, she had to manage the man that had tried to hit her up just yesterday?

Brace yourself, she thought.

"Good morning, my name is Jung Jiha, and I'm the executive manager at the Park Enterprises. I hope we'll work well for however long we know each other, seeing as I'll be your new boss starting from today."

Jungkook nodded in approval as Jiha sat down, her eyes not even noticing the beyond ridiculous Hawaiian shirt and jeans Yoongi was wearing. She was too nervous. Yoongi, however, only smiled, sending a soft wink - yet again - her way as the two shook hands. If she wanted to play the stranger game, he would do nothing but play along. 

That is, nothing yet. 

"I'm Yoongi, nice to meet you."

Jiha only nodded softly, her lips unable to even force a smile as she kept her eyes trained desperately onto Jungkook's shoes. But the secretary wasn’t blind, he followed her gaze and cleared his throat until Jiha snapped her head up to meet his gaze. Something was amiss.

"Jimin, Yoongi – I'll have to speak with our executive manager first before allowing her to formally sign your contract." Jungkook stood up, smiling down at Jiha politely, as he gestured towards the door. She only nodded, her legs moving to uncross as she stood up, now walking towards the door as helpless tears of anxiety built up in her eyes. 

How on earth would she tell Jungkook she was okay to work with a man she had flirted with just yesterday? In every moment of her career, she had never let herself slip. That’s the fact she was proud of. But suddenly, a man shows up and threatens her professionalism? She felt pathetic for even tearing up.

Hell, Jiha had never even had a boyfriend before, asking for her to work with someone as bold and teasing as Yoongi was like asking her to work with the devil.

As she slid her hand across the cold metal handle of the large wooden door, Jungkook's arm moved to push the door open, his curious eyes scanning her expression as she looked down. She looked helpless, mournful as if she had just lost her job.

He had to get to the bottom of this.

[jjinnies]

Chapter 2 Drabble: Jungkook’s Thoughts (Trial & Error).

Warnings: swearing/profanity, mentions of violence and murder, jungkook crying, slight angst, reader and jungkook in an established relationship, reader comforts jungkook.

Word Count: 1.8k+

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As the male trudged up the stairs of his apartment building, his heavy combat boots crunched the occasional dry leaf underneath it. Had it not been for the man’s unbelievably gifted thighs, he was sure anybody else would be groaning in pain at the ungodly climb.

The man cursed his dumb decision for living close to the top floor but tried not to delve in his thoughts too much. He would be reminded of his disappointment when he faced the broken elevator sign that still hadn’t been acted on after a week of malfunctioning.

But finally, after minutes of trekking up the stairs, he made his way to his apartment’s floor, and slightly jogged down the corridor until he came face to face with his own apartment.

Relief washed over him as he dug around his pocket, feeling the familiar metal key push against his fingertips before he pulled it out.

Key in lock, push and twist.

He was finally in his apartment after a long and honestly traumatising day of his first day of field work. He glanced in the mirror that was mounted against one of the walls of his apartment entrance, and let his gaze run over his appearance in police uniform.

The waistband of his long, black slacks sat at his hips, and a dark navy shirt was tucked in securely, the whole ensemble held together at his envious waist by a simple black belt. The long sleeve button up he wore was once crisply straight, but after entering his car to drive home from work, he had rolled the sleeves up to allow him to feel more comfortable, effectively revealing his impressive collection of tattoos inked upon his toned arms.

He let his eyes linger over the breast pocket of his shirt, smiling once he read the intricately embroidered Gangnam Police logo that identified him as a part of the precinct.

Jungkook had only freshly graduated from police academy.

And after 4 months of working behind the desk, when the opportunity came to work beside one of the most respected men in his precinct – Min Yoongi – Jungkook would be a foolish man to decline.

He shut the door behind him as he kicked his shoes off, neatly setting them beside the front of his apartment.

And when the comforting scent of a home-cooked meal beckoned him further inside, his nose crinkled as he smiled upon seeing your form.

You, his high-school sweetheart, stood at the stove, tending to the wonderfully smelling meal you were cooking up, unknown to the fact that your boyfriend of three years was already home.

“Hey, princess,” Jungkook mumbled, watching you as you gasped, already feeling a little apologetic for scaring you before he made his way over to wrap his arms around your waist.

“Baby!” you cooed, wrapping your own arms around his neck as you peppered loving kisses all over your boyfriend.

When he had left for work this morning, you knew exactly the emotions he was feeling for his first day of real policework.

He was nervous, anxious, and honestly even a little scared. But most of all, he was excited. He had wanted this ever since you two had graduated together from high school, and you were so proud of him as he finally stepped closer and higher up the ladder towards his ultimate goal – to be as good of an officer as his Yoongi hyung was.

“I missed my girl,” he confessed, groaning before lifting you up by the thighs. He made sure the stove was off, covering what it was that you had made for dinner, only to set you down on the island bench behind you two.

You only cupped his cheeks, kissing his forehead as he stood in between your legs, more than grateful for the affection you were showering onto him.

The day had been exhausting, and because Jungkook was an empathetic man, he couldn’t help but feel his heart strings tugging very hard with what he had seen today.

“How was work?” you whispered.

His arms wrapped around your waist as he tried to think of an answer, pressing himself closer to you as your warmth invited him to cuddle before dinner. 

Jungkook pressed his head in the crook of your neck, nosing your nape affectionately. That earnt a giggle from you, and for the first time today, he smiled genuinely.

“Honestly, baby? It was a lot.”

His words had you feeling a little curious, mostly concerned, but you tried not to show it. Wrapping your arms around his head, you began to cradle him closer, and when he sighed loudly and tightened his arms around your torso, you knew he needed some support.

“Talk to me, pretty boy.”

That name never failed to make him feel like things would actually be okay. It served as a reminder of the first time he had ever met you in high school, when your sassy self had called him the petname because he refused to move out of the way.

But now, the name reminded him of the long history you two had. The ups and downs shared between you two. The fact that you were there to celebrate every good thing that happened, but to also comfort him after the unfortunate events. He trusted you wholeheartedly, and it had gotten to the point where he was unable to imagine being without you, because he never wanted a day like that to come.

“How can someone kill two kids, baby?” he began.

He didn’t realise how much he had been holding in today. All these emotions were coursing through his veins, mixing with anger, frustration, sadness and disappointment towards the society that failed to care for two kids that had barely seen the world they were a part of.

He tried to speak, but the lump in his throat made the action awfully hard. He hadn’t even realised that his eyes were pooling with unshed tears, and all it took was the thought of Mrs Song and her expression of loss that made him squeeze his eyes shut.

One stray tear fell.

And up until this day, you had only seen your boyfriend cry twice.

Your own emotions threatened to find their way to your now-glossy eyes, but you wanted to be strong. You needed to be strong for the both of you, because you had to let Jungkook know that things were going to be okay.

“Baby…” you began, running your fingers through his soft locks of hair. He only clenched his jaw, willing – pleading – to gain his composure. You kissed the crown of his head, nosing his hair before rubbing his back comfortingly. But he broke down.

His fingers clutched at the oversized shirt you were wearing, gripping onto the loose material for dear life as if you were the only thing keeping him from running out the door and crying until those two kids came back to the world they deserved to be a part of.

“They were just kids, only 15 and 17, for fuck’s sake.”

His words sounded hoarse as he cried into your neck, not even caring that he was breaking down in the arms of the girl he vowed to protect. He needed you right now, he just needed your comfort and your words.

By now, you wrapped your legs around him too, trying your absolute hardest to hold him as hard as you could. The action didn’t go unnoticed by him as he hid his face further into the junction between your shoulder and neck, trying to regulate his breathing by inhaling your comforting scent.

“It’s horrible, Jungkook, and it never should have happened,” you confessed, heart breaking more and more as his sniffles resurfaced.

“And whoever did that must be the most callous person to live,” you continued. You noted that his crying had ceased, and it was because he willed himself to listen to your words as intently as he could.

“But I know that it’s officers like you who will bring justice for those two kids. For the mother who probably saw her children pass in front of her. For the father who saw his wife and children leave before he could protect them.”

A tear threatened to spill from your eyes, but you wiped at it roughly, almost instantly wrapping your arm around your boyfriend again. You fought your own emotions as you continued.

“I’ve seen you, baby. You’re so caring, you’re so kind. So empathetic and nurturing.”

Memories of Jungkook caring for your younger siblings filled your heart as you swayed the man gently. And the way your boyfriend treated your grandparents with so much respect was just one of the many reasons you were absolutely in love with him.

All throughout high school and beyond, you were confident in saying that Jungkook was the loveliest man you had ever met. He had never pressured you into anything intimate until he knew you were comfortable, and he always held good intentions when it came to spending time with you. In his mind, after all, there was no point in aimlessly playing with and breaking hearts – once he saw you, he knew he was down bad, and openly welcomed how much his love for you grew, day by day.

“And if there’s anyone around that will bring peace to that family’s soul, I know it’s you. Because I know you’ll do anything you can to make sure the right person in locked up. So no more children are ever harmed, or scared, or in danger. Okay?”

A few moments passed, and Jungkook finally pulled himself away from your neck, as he pressed firm kisses of reassurance to your jaw. His kisses made their way to your nose, mumbling soft I love yous and even sweeter thank yous before he cupped your cheeks.

His nose was a little red from crying, as were his eyes. Yours were beginning to water just seeing him in such a vulnerable situation.

“I’m going to do it for the kids,” he whispered, promising you and himself simultaneously with his words. He was no longer crying as he pressed his forehead against yours, rubbing your hips with the pads of his thumbs as he pecked your lips.

You nodded in support, managing a smile as you wiped a few stray tears away from his cheeks, looking up at the man you were just so lucky and proud to be with. 

“Going to make sure that fucker ends up behind bars for the rest of his life.”

[jjinnies]

Chapter 1: The Case (Trial & Error).

Warnings: mentions of gore and murder, blood & crime.

Word Count: 2.7k+

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As soon as Seokjin had heard of a new crime scene unfolding at the heart of Gangnam, he rushed over to his office.

The primary suspect had been arrested already without a fair trial, possibly to quell the news of the unexpected murders in the picture-perfect neighbourhood. Yet, his co-worker had informed him of the details surrounding the case almost as soon as word had gotten around of the fresh crime in cold blood.

"If the Kim family had a long list of enemies, why apprehend a butler?"

This information has been given to him approximately 45 minutes ago. Now, he sat in his pyjamas, outfit hardly considered professional, as he rubbed the sleep off his heavy eyelids.

The man's appearance currently, did no justice in establishing him as one of Korea's best lawyers. With his typical work attire – straightened black slacks and a crisp white shirt – momentarily abandoned, it seemed as though he had disregarded his self-care too.

Hair ruffled, glasses on and coffee steaming beside him in his plain black mug, he sat at his office desk. His slender fingers worked at the mouse, fingertips now drumming against the glass exterior of his desk as he waited for his computer to log him in. And once he heard the familiar ding sounding against the otherwise empty building, he leant forward in his leather chair expectantly.

Lifting the mug of lukewarm coffee towards his lips, a much-needed gulp lessened the contents of the cup. Though he hated the taste, he drank it for the rush of caffeine. And as he currently blinked to allow his eyelashes to cut away the fog from his deep, onyx black orbs, the digital clock by his desk flashed 2:30 AM like a ticking time bomb, reminding him of the little time this job always spared him with each criminal case.

Seokjin's eyebrows furrowed: his concentration kicked in. 

It was now that he began to read the threadbare details surrounding the case. 

The Kim family, a seemingly normal — if not well-off — name, rich enough to pay for hired help around their two-storey mansion. The Coroner's report had not yet been submitted, though police officials and medical experts at the crime scene deemed all murders to be committed within a ten-minute window – between 1:14 AM to 1:24 AM. 

With two children, aged 15 and 17, and the parents, Kim Taehyung and Kim Minji, all declared dead beyond resuscitation, the question of murder weighed heavily on the affluent community around them. Neighbours had already begun to eye each other warily, and rumours were spreading like wildfire. It would only be a matter of days before the wider public would discover the atrocity, and Kim Seokjin was assigned this case as a posthumous lawyer to deliver justice ASAP. To clear the fog on what had really happened within those ten, unretrievable minutes.

Scrolling down further, Seokjin bit his lip as he scanned the different types of networks he would have access to in order to help him on the case. Interviews with the Coroner, insight into the medical conditions of the Kim family, as well as police warrants to search different crime locations were all given to the lawyer. 

But as he spent more time dissecting the different components found at the crime scene, his curiosity was piqued. 

Leaning back into his chair, he rolled his broad shoulders back, absentmindedly gnawing at the end of his pen as he closed his eyes. 

The murder weapon, a kitchen knife, had already been found. The only other person in the house was the family butler, who lived in the servant quarters of the mansion. Apparently, Jimin hadn’t heard anything, and had only woken up to retrieve a glass of water. Only to find much more than he had bargained for.

With no sign of forced entry or even the presence of another person, surely the only person guilty would be the butler?

But why did it seem so easy?

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Seokjin had retired to his bedroom soon after the ticking of his office clock seemed so loud, he could barely hear himself think. There was nothing he could do in the dead of the night anyway; he would have to wait the morning before digging up more information by personally visiting the crime scene. 

And so, Seokjin found himself waiting in his car, mere metres away from the Kim residence, whose perimeter was lined with yellow police tape and stressed officers. His eyes drew to the neighbours who were huddled by the street, wondering if they could gather more information now that the dark night had been replaced by an unfittingly sunny day.

He hadn’t even realised he was standing by the sectioned off crime scene before an officer eyed him warily, and it was only then that he fished out the warrant he had been given by his agency, flashing it towards the public servant as some sort of explanation. 

He was granted entry, and he stepped under the tape to solidify his commitment to the case. 

Before him, among the many men and women photographing the dishevelled scene, stood the primary police officer. Mint-green hair was hid under his uniform’s cap, and he appeared to be signing something off before his eyes also fell towards the new suit-clad lawyer.

“Kim Seokjin? You must be the posthumous lawyer Dr Lee was telling me about. I’m Chief Officer Min Yoongi. But please, just call me Yoongi.”

The officer held his hand out to deliver a polite handshake, and Seokjin returned the gesture as he nodded.

“Yoongi, pleasure to meet you. I’m Seokjin, or Jin. What do you know so far?”

The two men walked further into the scene, away from most of the police officers. Seokjin’s hand tightened around the handle of his briefcase as he observed the outline of four figures on the floor, linked with white chalk and coppery blood to signify where they had been murdered. Other furniture had been strewn around the place – vases, chairs, books, even a few side tables.

Yoongi shoved his hands awkwardly into the navy-blue pockets of his police wear as his eyes looked back to ensure nobody was eavesdropping. He took his cap off, finding it fitting to do so when discussing deceased members of the community. It was only then that he let out a soft sigh. 

“Frankly? Not much. The case pretty much seems open and shut.”

Yoongi’s words earnt an unconvinced hum from Seokjin. The police officer elaborated.

“Jimin’s hands, his face, even his clothes. They were all stained with blood when we arrived. His fingerprints were found on the murder weapon. We couldn’t find anyone else on the CCTV footage, and there seems to be no sign of forced entry anywhere across the mansion. Poor kid seemed shaken up, but if it wasn’t him, who would it be?”

Yoongi knew that Jin was tasked with proving Jimin’s innocence. His words probably didn’t help the lawyer at all. But he was merely reiterating what he knew. 

So why did he feel a pang of guilt?

“Listen, Jin. Maybe if you wait around for a bit, at least until the juniors have some reign around here, I can take you to see Jimin. Maybe talking to him might help you.”

Seokjin nodded gratefully at Yoongi’s offer.

But before he was able to verbally thank the man, the interaction was soon cut off by a police officer walking – jogging – over to Yoongi. Seokjin would later be introduced to the young police officer. His name was Jungkook, a young but determined police officer working directly under Yoongi. Whose first case was the Kim murders.

He couldn’t be much older or younger than Jimin, Jin thought. He watched as the younger police officer’s doe eyes glanced innocently between him and his primary officer. Although his very muscular physique, combined with the array of tattoos professionally tucked under his navy-blue long sleeve, reminded Jin that he wasn’t just a kid.

“Yoongi? You might want to listen to what one of the nannies are saying.”

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Like Yoongi, Jungkook took the initiative to remove his cap when the distressed nanny ahead of them spoke of her late employers.

The younger police officer signalled for a bottle of water to be handed to the woman as she recounted how much she loved the family, and how heart-wrenching and callous the whole situation seemed.

Jungkook wrapped an arm around the older woman in a side hug, consoling the lady as they urged her to talk, knowing that any information right now could be crucial in the development of the case.

Jin and Yoongi watched on sympathetically, and when the other officers had found a chair and some water for the nanny to use, Jungkook squatted beside her to hold her hand in the process, occasionally using his sleeve to dab away at the woman’s horrified tears.

He felt absolutely awful for her. She had, after all, merely been expecting to see the two children she was responsible for raising all these years. Nobody had informed her of the cruel fate the family had succumbed to, and her hysteria was understandable when she arrived at the mansion, realising that she would never see the precious family she loved so much, ever again.

“T-they were like a second family to me,” she finally mumbled, looking down at her shoes, fingers fumbling with each other as stray tears slipped down her slightly wrinkled face. She sucked in a breath, squeezing her eyes shut as she attempted to rid her aching heart of its pain. 

“I just can’t believe…I can’t fathom that Jimin would do this. No…Jimin was Taehyung’s friend, like a brother.”

Yoongi noticed the way Seokjin pulled his own writing pad out, noting the woman’s name down before letting his own questioning begin.

“Mrs Song, we’re so sorry for your loss,” he began, a genuine sigh leaving his lips as he only began to imagine what the woman ahead of him was going through.

“Do you have good reason to be suspicious of anyone else?”

When asked the question, the woman attempted to collect herself. She patted Jungkook’s hand over hers gently, her motherly instincts working even now as she wanted to reassure the young police officer who felt responsible for her wellbeing throughout the short time she had been here, the crime scene.

But as she pursed her dry lips, her eyes trailed down the corridor, past both Yoongi and Jin, to observe the door of Taehyung’s office slightly ajar.

In her 12 years of working with the Kims, she had never seen the room open.

Her shaky hand pointed up, until it aligned with the space that her eyes were set on. The trio’s eyebrows raised confusedly before they tried to peer at what the older woman was trying to raise their attention towards.

Yoongi’s eyes found the slightly cracked door first.

Jungkook helped the woman drink some water, and her nerves settled a little. She continued.

“None of the hired help was allowed in that room, not even the kids. I was made clear of that rule when Mr Kim had first interviewed me for the job almost a decade ago.” 

Her mind fell back to the day she had seen Minjung and Taehoon, the two children she loved like her own for all these years. She forced herself to continue, wanting to be as helpful as possible to the people who would bring justice to the situation. 

“A few months ago,” she paused to recollect herself, “Mr Kim had handed me an envelope, which he told me contained details to all his assets. With those, anybody could withdraw any amount of money from his funds, and he assured me that the transaction was untraceable. I think it also contained his will, but I don’t remember.”

The woman continued as she explained why her boss had given her that information. It seemed arbitrary for an employee to know something so important about their employer. 

“He knew I had been struggling with money. It was my daughter’s final year of college, and I had to help pay for her costly tuition. He told me to withdraw any amount I needed to feel secure, but I declined. I couldn’t bring myself to do so, especially when Mr Kim was paying me much more than other household nannies receive.”

By now, Yoongi and Jin had taken a seat in a few chairs brought to them by the other officers. They didn’t want Mrs Song to feel intimidated. The space was cleared to give the woman more space to breathe.

“After much convincing, Mr Kim took the envelope back. He contacted my daughter secretly days later and made sure he personally took care of her student loan. But the next day, I saw Mr Kim keying in a code before opening the door to the room none of us servants had ever seen the inside of. I turned around and tended to something else out of respect for his privacy, but I saw him return the envelope back to his safe, and he left again almost instantly after that.”

Jungkook was the first to thank the woman for her cooperation. For the first time, the woman smiled, even if it was a forced gesture made simply to reassure the young man that she was beginning to feel better already.

Yoongi’s words followed suit.

“Did anyone else know of the envelope, Mrs Song?”

When the woman was directed a question, she shifted to face Yoongi. She tried to think back of all the interactions playing back regarding the mysterious room that her employer seemed too protective over.

Until one specific interaction stood out.

“Everybody hired after 2012 was told that the space was a closet for extra storage. They never questioned it because they had no reason to. All other employees that did know about the secret office have already retired or moved on to other households.”

Jin remembered from the case profile of Jimin that he had been recruited as a senior butler to the Kim family in 2017.

“But last week, when I was getting the kids ready for bed, I heard a loud sound coming from the room. In the morning, when I was watching over the kids playing in the courtyard, I noticed that somebody had tried to shatter the thick window from the outside, maybe with a stone. It only left cracks. I told Mr Kim immediately, and the new employees were gathered so he could talk to them.”

Jungkook had noticed that the window of Taehyung’s office was slightly different to the windows of the rest of the house when he had walked into the crime scene this morning. He now realised that the window had been newly replaced.

Even so, the entrance seemed much too far from streetview for somebody to hurl a stone at the window. The attempted – presumed – robbery had to be an inside job, and Taehyung seemed to think so too, judging from how he rounded up the new staff only.

This newfound information gave Jin some hope to relieve Jimin of the accusations he was pressed under. In his mind, Jimin was innocent until proven guilty.

The lawyer grounded himself back to where he was as he thanked Mrs Song for her help once again. Jungkook took this as a sign to lead the woman away from the crime scene unfit for an innocent nanny like her, and he led her outside for some fresh air, arranging a cab while the woman took some time to herself.

Meanwhile, Yoongi excused himself from the place of the spontaneous interrogation, eyes flickering to the seemingly important room before he made his way to it.

His fingertips pressed against the door, pushing the metal barrier away from him to reveal the expensively decorated office.

On his way inside, he noted that the keypad had been dented, and when that probably failed to allow entry into the room, the door had been pushed open with brute force.

He took his phone out to snap pictures of both clues.

One quick glance into the room confirmed everything the woman had been saying. His eyes zeroed in on the safe that had been left wide open, and what was once meant to be a safe filled with valuables – most importantly, a thick envelope – was no longer there.

Maybe this case wasn’t as open and shut as he had once anticipated.

[jjinnies]

eyebrow piercing | jaebum im (M).

© jjinnies (2022). please do not plagiarise/copy without permission <3! this work of fiction contains mature themes (descriptive smut), minors DNI <3! female reader perspective, still trying to figure out better inclusion of all readers <3!

smut, please do not interact if you are a minor. sex with consent, penetration, y/n is on the pill, turns soft and fluffy towards the end <3.

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your boyfriend was a man of many surprises.

but what you had never expected in a million years was to one day open the front door to find him sporting a rather impulsive - but attractive - eyebrow piercing.

your initial reaction was anything but smooth, gaping like a fish out of water. and seeing you react this way boosted jaebum’s confidence. it made him feel oddly proud, seeing that he could still manage to fluster you after 3 years of a very strong and loving relationship.

but as time went by, hours, days - and eventually one whole week - jaebum noticed that your shock still remained. he would catch you eyeing the piercing subtly, sometimes fixated on the thing. and for the first time since the beginning of your relationship, your cheeks seemed to redden if your boyfriend tried to make eye contact with you, or initiate any form of affection. like he was too intimidating now, or that he looked absolutely ridiculous.

surely, you would have said something by now if it looked horrible? if it was like a pimple just waiting to be popped and poofed off?

and there was no time better than asking you after you got into bed.

running your hands through his jet black hair, you smiled as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer so he could rest his head against your chest. your fingers twisted through his wavy locks, massaging his scalp lightly as you peered down towards his eyes, just to sneak a glance at the small silver accessory that adorned your boyfriend’s right eyebrow.

slowly, your thumb ran over the metal. it almost made you shiver, and you were beginning to find yourself getting lost in the honestly lewd thoughts that you conjured up the day jaebum had come home looking hotter than ever. you didn’t even think it was possible to look this fine.

then, jaebum’s hand found yours and kissed your knuckles softly.

“do you hate it?”

at first, you barely registered his question. humming softly, you leant over to kiss his forehead, replaying the words over in your mind until you sat up and gasped.

“baby! why would you even think that?”

“because you’re avoiding me ever since i got this metal thing on.”

jaebum sat up with you, pulling you closer to him until you found yourself in his lap, his chin resting atop your head.

“it’s okay to not like it, you know? i can get it off as easily as i pierced it on.”

but you were quick to push him back at arm’s length. cupping his cheeks firmly, you bit the inside of your own cheek, suddenly a little shy and extremely embarrassed at the confession you’d have to make to your confused boyfriend.

and as he waited expectantly for your answer, you huffed, grabbing his hands and placing them on your waist before hugging his neck.

then, you spoke.

“i’ve never been more fucking attracted to you, from all the hairstyles and piercings and tattoos and everything you’ve ever gotten. it’s been driving me crazy, seeing you look so-”

your words were cut off as jaebum pressed his lips against yours, a sigh of relief tumbling out of him as you cupped his cheeks to kiss him back. what started off tender soon became more passionate, until his hand wrapped around the base of your neck gently, pulling you closer until he bit down on your bottom lip to tug at the flesh.

he then pulled away.

“we could have been doing this ages ago if you had been a good girl and told me, darling.”

this time, you were the one to pull him closer, hooking a finger to his necklace as you tugged softly. you moved towards his lap again, straddling him as his hands slipped up your shirt to rub the bare skin of your waist. 

he was right, you should have been quicker with your compliments, realising that your flustered self could easily be mistaken for disdain towards his new accessory.

“is it too late to tell you how unbelievably hot that piercing looks on you?”

at your words, your boyfriend’s eyes twinkled amusedly, peppering kisses up your neck before returning to face you as he connected your foreheads. his hands found your hips, rubbing them softly as he hummed.

“you’re lucky you’re cute.”

at his words, you giggled, but it was soon replaced by a moan when he gripped your ass in his hands, massaging the soft flesh. your fingers tangled in his hair as a response, and he used his hold to begin a steady rhythm of you grinding against his thigh.

and just when you thought he couldn’t tease you enough, he dipped his head down in the crook of your neck, smirking to himself before rubbing the cold metal of his latest piercing against your sensitive nape.

“jae!”

the little resolve you had was thinning as you began to dry hump his thigh, one hand moving down to palm him over the basketball shorts that were getting increasingly tight around his crotch.

it was now his turn to face surprise, drawing in a breath as he sucked his bottom lip in between his pearly whites, letting out a low moan before kissing your temple.

“are you up for making love? you’re not too tired?”

despite the hormones raging through the two of you, jaebum still managed to make sure you weren’t too tired before doing anything, and more importantly, he wanted your consent. it was important to him, and he knew that consent was always necessary, regardless of whether the parties involved were in a relationship or not.

pressing a chaste peck to his lips in response, you smiled up at him, cupping his cheeks before nodding.

“please, baby.”

when he tugged his shorts down enough to let his length slap against his stomach, you did the same with your pyjamas, getting off his lap to lay down with the mattress against your back.

jaebum only smiled at you, crawling over to you until he hovered over your form, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. you were so beautiful to him, easily the most precious and important aspect of his life.

what started off as a heated, passionate makeout quickly turned into something more gentle and intimate, and jaebum was more than okay with the shift, because he loved appreciating you and making you feel good.

he leant forward until your lips pressed against his once more, one palm pressing into the mattress adjacent to your head to support himself as the other held your hip reassuringly.

he rubbed your hip with the pad of his thumb, whispering against your lips as he praised you and how beautiful you looked, sprawled under him. his fingers then found your womanhood, pressing his thumb against your bundle of nerves.

and after making sure you were sufficiently prepped, his fingers reached down to wrap around his length, guiding his tip to your entrance as he pushed the first few inches inside you.

“baby,” he whispered, nudging his nose against yours as a way to know if you were okay.

you smiled, nodding before wrapping your arms around his neck as you clenched around him, trying to relax as you pushed your hips up, letting him know it was okay.

“god, you’re so beautiful.”

the words slipped out of his mouth effortlessly as he held you closer, kissing your cheeks and forehead as he bottomed out, the feeling making both of you moan out loud.

and when he began to move, so did you, grinding into his hips as he reassured you and how well you were taking him, kissing any inch of skin his lips came into contact with.

“gosh, i love you,” you mumbled, feeling close to your high as you closed your eyes, leaning your head back into the pillows as your back arched.

jaebum increased his pace, his heart swelling at your words as he smiled genuinely, grunting at the new angle before whispering the words back.

“i love you so much, baby.”

the gentle affirmation was all you needed as you finally let go, tugging on his hair and whining softly as jaebum also released into you shortly after, unable to stop his own sounds. 

his hand cupped your cheek softly as he helped you both ride out your highs, kissing your forehead before pulling out slowly.

you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his neck yet again, a little shy before snuggling up into him as he settled down against the mattress, pulling you against him so he could cuddle you and give you as much aftercare as you needed.

“was that okay, princess?” he whispered, tracing idle shapes against your bare back as you smiled, cupping his cheeks before kissing his whole face.

“i loved every bit of it,” you whispered back, cheekily rubbing his piercing with your thumb before settling back into his warm embrace.

[jjinnies]

Silk Sheets Masterlist (Min Yoongi)

To put it lightly, Min Yoongi is an unhinged mess. Relying on his best friend and CEO, Park Jimin, was a miracle he could only hold onto for so long, a miracle that gave him a fully paid, lavish lifestyle. That is, until Jungkook - Jimin’s best friend and secretary - forces Yoongi to start working at the Park Enterprises to repay Jimin for his unbelievable kindness.

But when the trio manage to bump into Jiha (Jimin’s most dilligent office worker) somewhere in the course of a very awkward dinner, Yoongi finds himself texting her hours later, the exchange quickly turning workplace inappropriate.

She can’t begin to describe the panic that tightens her chest when she finds the very same job-threatening man seated on Jimin’s couch the next morning, told that he was under her care for as long as he worked in the company.

But the sexual tension, the romance between the polar opposite co-workers isn’t all that happens under the company. Jimin struggles in his own relationship with his arranged marriage, and Jungkook helps a woman cheat to hide a large secret.

Yoongi-centred fanfiction (ft. CEO Jimin and Secretary Jungkook).

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Preview — Key quotes from chapters that have been published.

Disclaimer — General disclaimer from this work of fiction.

Chapter 1 | Introduction — A frustrated encounter leaves Jungkook calling Yoongi out for his seemingly ungrateful behaviour for the lavish lifestyle Jimin bestows upon him. And after settling for the agreement that Yoongi will finally join the company to repay the kind CEO best friend, the trio head out for dinner. Leading Yoongi to meet Jiha, the company’s most dilligent worker.

Chapter 2 | The Fateful Dinner — Yoongi is left intrigued at the challenge Jiha seems to present with her perfect reputation, leading to a very spur-of-the-moment sexting session.

Chapter 3 | Love or Lust? — Jimin recounts his life thus far and comes home to a very sexually-frustrated wife.

Chapter 4 | The First Text — The exchange between Jiha and Yoongi finally begins, and the woman rethinks her admittedly inexperienced self.

Chapter 5 | The Interview — Jimin struggles to decipher just how much he’s allowed to help Yoongi through his directionless life. His confidence in Yoongi’s genuinity is eventually rebuilt.

Chapter 6 | Workplace Mishaps — Yoongi shows up to the Park Enterprises, leaving the building with a much better deal than he had previously anticipated. But Jungkook is left concerned and suspicious.

Chapter 7 | Making a Move — Jungkook wants to get to the bottom of an unprecedented situation at hand. Yoongi texts Jiha again.

[jjinnies]

Trial & Error Masterlist — Kim Seokjin.

No one in a million years would have anticipated the news of murder in cold blood one morning in Gangnam. It was there in black and white, various headlines describing the chilling case of an affluent businessman, Kim Taehyung, and his whole family being murdered in the callous timeframe of ten minutes. So when Park Jimin, the family’s most trusted staff and personal butler, is apprehended for the four deaths with little evidence, two of Korea’s best lawyers are brought to the courtroom to assess what really happened that cruel night.

Jung Jiha is determined to weasel the truth out of an increasingly suspicious Jimin, while Kim Seokjin battles the allegations placed upon the man because there has to be compelling evidence out there.

Only given one month to iron out the threadbare case, Jiha and Seokjin have perhaps bitten off more than they can chew.

The only thing that could complicate this case more is if the two legal professionals began to get romantically involved with each other.

Seokjin-centred fanfiction, Lawyer!Seokjin (ft. Deceased Businessman!Taehyung, Police Officers!Yoongi & Jungkook, Butler & Main Suspect!Jimin, Jury!Hoseok, Court Judge!Namjoon).

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Prologue.

Chapter 1: The Case — A co-worker informs Seokjin of the suspicious case of murder in cold blood, that too, of a loving family that nobody would even think to harm. The butler is apprehended, but the lawyer Jin believes that Jimin is innocent until proven guilty. This belief leads him to the crime scene itself, and after meeting two of the officers on site - Yoongi and Jungkook - his suspicions are only confirmed. 

That the true murderer is still out there.

Chapter 2 Drabble: Jungkook’s Thoughts — After coming home from his first day of field work as a police officer, Jungkook is left overwhelmed and honestly a little shaken up. But you, his girlfriend, try to regain his determination to throw the Kim family murderer behind bars.

[jjinnies]

Trial & Error — Prologue (Kim Seokjin).

This content belongs to and is created by @jjinnies (2022). Please do not copy, translate or plagiarise! I do not own any members of BTS, this is a work of fiction - my written work does not provide insight into how any mentioned idol is in real life. This content is fictitious.  Genre & Warnings: kim seokjin lawyer!au, swearing/profanity, mentions of murder, smut included in further chapters (minors please dni!), gore and violence in case details, enemies to lovers!trophe, specific warnings will be provided before relevant chapters.

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"Jiha."

"Seokjin."

The air in the room seemed thick enough to slice.

Both sides of the jury shifted in their seats, feeling an immense amount of pressure on their shoulders as the two lawyers ahead of them settled behind their respective desks. But not before giving each other a curt nod and an even more assertive greeting.

Purely out of formality.

As Jiha pushed back into her seat to read the room, her fingers gripped the rejuvenating liquid that was her coffee. Her inky orbs scanned the judge, gaze trailing towards the police team, the Coroner, other alleged affiliations, and finally, the main suspect.

Meanwhile, her opposition, Jin, examined her.

Confident, assured, polished— it was clear that he was up against a fair opponent.

If only they were working for the same side.

After the affluent businessman Kim Taehyung and his family are killed in the dead of the night, the fear of murder in cold blood rises throughout the community. And when Seokjin's co-worker informs him of the family's butler and sole witness to the crime, Park Jimin, being apprehended until further case development, Seokjin adopts the role of a posthumous lawyer to deliver justice on what really happened within those ten fateful, unretrievable minutes.

But his plea in court is challenged by an equally skilled lawyer, Jung Jiha, who is tasked - determined - to prove Jimin as the true murderer of the family.

Amidst the suspicious nature of the case, Jiha and Seokjin have just one month to justify what really happened that night in the Kim mansion. 

But the dark, ugly secrets unravelled during the court case may force each lawyer to abandon their perspectives, to question their sanity and reality at the same time. They're up against each other, but they must work together to deliver the truth and only the truth.

Two lawyers, one case.

May the best lawyer succeed.

[jjinnies]

adore you. | jeon jungkook.

© jjinnies (2022). please do not plagiarise/copy without permission <3! this work of fiction contains some mature themes (references to sex but no actual smut), minors DNI <3! female reader perspective, still trying to figure out better inclusion of all readers <3!

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as the sunlight slowly began to ebb into the room, between the gaps of the curtains like golden ribbons, jungkook rolled over. a groan escaped his recently pierced lips, furrowing his eyebrows before wrapping an arm around your waist. 

he had come home last night after two gruelling months of working undercover. being a cop was less than easy, and it seemed like the more he excelled, the more expectations there were of him to perform. 

after graduating from police academy almost 3 years ago, jeon jungkook was just a young but strong-minded man, eager to make a dent in the system and to change things for the better. to protect the people he loved, and the people who deserved more than to be fucked over by the system. 

and now, after meeting you along the way, after setting his reluctance aside - that he could never be in a relationship and be a good cop - he was content.

his eyes were still closed, partly because he didn’t want to accept the fact that the morning had arrived. he didn’t want to leave you to go to work either, and he certainly didn’t want to wake up, if it meant that the night you two shared mere hours ago was simply a perfect dream. 

but alas, reality was beginning to hit him, and he knew that his boss would start to leave him texts if he wasn’t out the door and at the police precinct within 45 minutes for his case briefing.

oh well, five minutes never hurt anyone, right?

his hand slipped over the blanket that covered you, pulling you into his hard chest slowly at the risk of accidentally waking you up. pressing a delicate kiss to your shoulder, a goofy smile made its way to his face. your back was pressed against his chest, and now, one hand moved to readjust the blanket around you so you wouldn’t feel cold. 

momentarily, your boyfriend hesitated, pursing his lips together before dipping his face down in the crook of your neck to press delicate kisses to your bare skin. the hickies he had left last night upon your body reminded him of just how badly he had missed you during his trip, and how each day without waking up next to you was utter agony.

as he sighed against your neck, ready to let you rest so he could start his day, you stirred in your sleep, one eye peaking open as your arms wrapped around jungkook’s neck.

“baby?” you whispered, a soft smile finding your lips as you yawned out the second syllable.

jungkook’s hair was a mess as he used his elbows to crawl up to you, kissing your forehead gently before caressing your cheek.

“slept well, princess?” he wondered, fingers continuing to stroke your cheek lazily as he smiled down at you endearingly. he wanted to make sure you knew he was here for you, so he turned over on his back to pull you into his chest. his fingers soon tangled through your hair tenderly as he let you wake up at your own pace, deciding that his boss would just have to wait on him. 

you felt more important to him than that unfinished case briefing.

and when he felt your nod to his answer, he hummed almost proudly, his other hand rubbing along the curve of your back as your body moulded against his comfortably.

“i didn’t go too rough last night, did i?” he whispered, letting your arms drape around his neck yet again as his found your waist. he waited patiently for your answer, looking down at you fondly as you whined. 

regardless of whether or not he was a cop, this was too much interrogation for the morning. 

and as your whines settled, he squeezed your waist apologetically, nosing your hair as breathy chuckles escaped him.

“never,” you reassured, pressing your cheek against his shoulder. tracing the recent addition of ink against his bicep made you smile, realising that your boyfriend was finally next to you after many bitter weeks of having to make do with quick texts and even quicker phone calls.

his work was demanding, and it often led to him having to leave you behind, much to your dismay.

but the days that he was here made it all feel worth it. you knew he was the one, and he definitely felt the same about you.

your hand moved up to brush his hair back, planting soft kisses to his nose before focusing your attention back on him as he cupped your cheeks.

“hungry?” he wondered, hands moving down to rub your bare arms as you sat up. he soon followed suit, drawing you into his lap as he rested his chin against the top of your head.

“you’ve got work soon,” you reminded him, rolling your eyes playfully as his hands found their way to your thighs, kissing tenderly along the length of your neck.

“i just worked two months for those fuckers,” he reasoned. clearly, he had better plans, and the way his fingers were now gripping your waist as he pressed a longing kiss to your lips confirmed that.

“kook,” you whined, pushing his chest softly. you didn’t want to be the reason of his lateness, regardless of how tempting it was to just make out with him all morning.

and after he pressed another firm kiss to your lips, he let go of you reluctantly, smiling down at you as he continued to run his hands up and down your sides.

you were met with his loving gaze, and he tucked your hair behind your ear before he spoke.

“you make the mornings more bearable,” he whispered, squeezing your hips gently before rolling you over so he could hover over you. as a dreamy smile found him again, he planted kisses up your body and all over your face, all while shuffling off the mattress.

“make everything worth it,” he continued, slipping his hands towards yours to plant kisses across your knucles. 

and as much as he really didn’t want to leave you to go to work again, he dipped his head down to peck your upper lip, chuckling before slipping one of his rings into your smaller hands.

“promise i’ll be back, back before my pretty baby misses me.”

[jjinnies]

The Tumblr writing community is dying.

It’s something I’ve noticed over the past two years of using this site. It was gradual, imperceptible at first, something that most would brush off as a silly concern, or fault Tumblr algorithm for. While it’s true that Tumblr’s engine leaves a lot to be desired, I’ve noticed that even popular blogs have started to dwindle in terms of interaction or motivation. There could be a lot of reasons for this, but the biggest two I’ve noticed, experienced myself, and asked fellow writers about is this: (1) content being stolen, and (2) lack of feedback or interaction. I’ve never seen any logical person defend content being stolen, so I want to address point 2 instead.

Lack of feedback and interaction. I’m not saying this on my behalf so much as I’m saying this for friends and smaller blogs who have lost motivation to write. I was looking at my yandere writing blogs list the other day and noticed that a good majority of them no longer write. I usually update the list every few months, and by that point, more and more writers have stopped writing entirely. This isn’t a problem confined solely to the yandere fandom; in fact, there’s less writing blogs in general these days, especially ones that are active. I used to run a very popular BNHA blog with some friends, but that dissolved after our content was stolen and our followers stopped interacting as much. Out of our 8,500 followers, we hardly got 0.015% notes (~128 notes) on an average post. Tumblr is to blame for the lack of eyes seeing our posts, for sure, but that also means that at least 128 people saw one post and didn’t leave a comment or ask. We were considered a big blog; imagine what it’s like on a small blog.

My friend recently made a post that summed this up perfectly: 

“I’ve seen people say “Be grateful that people even lurk on your page.” and, while I get the message they’re trying to say, it’s more dismissive and hurtful in my opinion. Like you’re saying, “Oh your writing is mediocre, you should be grateful people even LOOK at it.”

Me personally? I’ve heard the argument that AO3 is a better place to post fanfics, and while that might be true, I’ve had friends experience firsthand the lack of interaction there too. I’ve heard the argument that interacting with some writers is intimidating (me included). I’ve heard that argument that followers might be too shy to interact. I’ve heard the argument that writers should write for themselves and not for views / likes / reblogs / etc, and while that’s ideal, it’s not sustainable for everyone. What works for one writer won’t work for another, but you know what will? Interaction.

That comment or ask that took you 2 seconds to write? We remember it. That reblog with the compliments in the tags? We remember it. Every single ‘named’ anon we get (heart anon, sunflower anon, etc)? We remember them. And the best part is? It’s actually easier to do these things on Tumblr since you have the option to send anonymous asks or make a sideblog specifically for reblogs! Trust me, whether the lack of interaction is the cause of a lack of motivation or what have you, every writer appreciates feedback (don’t be shy to offer some critique or compliments) or even a simple keyboard smash with some emojis. Even sitting down for 5 min a day per week to comment on your favorite writers’ new pieces makes a huge difference. Personally, since Tumblr’s activity feed is beyond terrible and I have over 1,500 posts, I don’t always see new reblogs or comments on my content; asks though? Always see those, can never go wrong with those. If you don’t want to reblog or leave a comment, then you can never go wrong with an anonymous ask. 

As my wise friend says: writing is an art, and in order to improve that art, we need other people’s eyes to see what we don’t.

For the sake of every writer (past, present, and future) on this platform, please share this post.

[jjinnies]

silk sheets — min yoongi (full book) | CHAPTER FIVE: THE INTERVIEW.

Warnings ─ swearing/profanity.

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Harsh, unwanted streaks of light entered the dark apartment. Yoongi, the place’s sole inhabitor, grunted, almost forgetting that Jimin had left the curtains open from yesterday’s encounter with his secretary and best friend, Jungkook.

"Park," the older male gritted through his teeth, his veiny hand moving to protect his line of sight from the unnecessarily bright ribbons of light ebbing into his monochromatic living room. His other hand fumbled around the place to find his phone. Just remembering that he had a job interview on the insistence of Jungkook left his mood dull, a sour aftertaste in his mouth at the mere thought of the man's persistent and suck-up attitude towards the CEO.

The relationship between Yoongi and Jungkook had always been somewhat forced. 

While opposites apparently always attracted, the pair couldn't deny that the atmosphere formed between the two had always been shadowed by awkwardness and anxiety at their counterpart's personalities. While Yoongi was more laid back and uncaring towards - frankly - a lot of things, Jungkook was cautious and preferred to have things under control. The bunny was neat and trained, the sheep was lazy and indifferent.

But one thing was for sure – the pair loved aggression, violence, hot-headedness. When things didn't go their way, they always acted out on impulse, and maybe that was why no one but the two dared challenge each other.

And perhaps Jungkook – in Yoongi's very biased opinion – was jealous. Why wouldn't he be? Jungkook had been putting in all the physical and mental effort to please Jimin, and yet, who was getting the good apartment? Who was getting the higher pay? Who was getting let off the hook for being too slack?

Min Yoongi.

Back to reality, the older male groaned, his bed head making him look slightly less than presentable. Slumping back against the couch that Jimin had bought him, the little voice in his head nagged and gnawed until, begrudingly, guilt consumed him. Running a hand over the soft surface of the couch, his eyes snaked up the occasional designs inked against his arms, until it stopped at the little tattoo he had dedicated to his very rich friend, the number thirteen.

Oh well – the least Yoongi could do was give a good interview.

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"Do you think he'll even show up?" Jungkook's sceptical voice questioned as he ran a hand through his thick, dark hair. The analogue clock ahead of the seated pair felt a little extra speedy today. Because Yoongi, in Jungkook’s opinion, had a bad track record of never being on time. 

But Jimin only nodded calmly, his fingers gently grazing against the smooth edge of the plastic clipboard sitting in his lap as he looked down the list of interviewees. His friend Yoongi's name was only two people away from schedule.

"He may not look the part, but he truly is responsible," Jimin explained, his own heart admittedly pounding with doubt, honestly asking himself the same questions that his friend was raising. The muscled secretary simultaneously raised an eyebrow, not at all believing his CEO's words.

"Jimin, I hate to break it to you, but the man is literally a spoon-fed vegetable," the younger male asserted. His hand reluctantly moved away from his gelled hair to pour himself a glass of water as he challenged Jimin with his questioning gaze. Jimin, now, only felt his mouth go dry under the spotlight, his vocal cords automatically constricting to assist in clearing his throat as he looked down at his leather shoes silently.

Jungkook took this as a sign to continue.

"Day in, day out – all he does is mooch off of your earnings. How is he expected to get into a serious, committed relationship if all people see is a man that changes women like he changes socks?”

Jungkook paused before raising his final point, knowing from within that it would get the clogs in Jimin’s mind turning.

“Surely, Sora isn't okay with this?"

And boy, was Jungkook right. 

Jimin gulped guiltily, the flashbacks of his wife's hurt behaviour playing over and over in his mind like a broken record as his own hands moved to hurriedly pour himself his own glass of water. He wanted to help his best friend as much as he possibly could. After all, the CEO believed in equality. But deep down inside, he knew Jungkook was right – that his overbearing help was, ultimately, in no way useful to his struggling friend, Yoongi. For crying out loud, Jimin had been bending over backwards trying to help his friend, and the thanks he received for his generous efforts was a dagger to cut himself away from his own family life?

Jungkook's steely gaze softened when he saw Jimin’s fingers fumbling. He had to be gentle: Jimin’s presence was slipping through the cracks of the room. Through the gap of the door that Yoongi was yet to enter, if he would enter.

"I know you're trying to be kind – you always are. But you need to learn how to say no before someone that's not Yoongi tries to fuck you over." 

The younger male finished, his hand now moving to hand Jimin his glass of cold water that remained still on the table. His other hand moved to grip the CEO's suit-clad shoulder comfortingly, hoping he hadn’t stepped out of line.

But the older of the two only sighed, his hands harshly rubbing against the tired exterior of his face as his friend's honest words had sunken well beyond his skin. Maybe...Jungkook was right? Maybe Yoongi was merely using him?

"Shit Jeon, am I interrupting something special?"

The two co-workers quickly pulled away from each other after having heard the allegation their gutsy friend had put them under. While Jimin sighed, resting a hand over his heart to rid himself of the scare his older best friend had just given him, the features on Jungkook's face formed into a mean, ugly scowl.

The cat-fight between Jungkook and Yoongi was at its tipping point, and even He knew that Jimin wouldn't be able to break the pair off if it got intense.

"Yoongi? What the fuck are you wearing?"

The barely punctual male only scoffed at the man's abrupt question, though he knew himself that his choice of an oversized Hawaiian shirt and ripped denim jeans did no justice in showcasing his unexpected intelligence. But, a string of colourful words from Yoongi's mouth drew into the room as he made himself at ease within the interviewee’s chair. He, expectedly, was nonchalant about his monthly payment getting cancelled if this job interview didn’t pan out well.

"At least I don't look like a fucking waiter, like you. Should we start this interview, or should I go back to sleep on that comfortable-looking couch sitting there in the corner?" 

[jjinnies]

silk sheets — min yoongi (full book) | CHAPTER FOUR: THE FIRST TEXT.

Warnings ─ suggestive and sexual discourse, profanity. minors, please DNI!

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The heavy, sullen raindrops falling from the dark night sky left recurring shivers along Jiha's spine. Her dinner had been long finished, the remnants of her favourite Chinese dish in the fridge as yet another blanket found its way to wrap around the cold woman's huddled frame. The phone she held illuminated the time of 10:00 PM on the top of her screen as Jiha continued to scroll through her social media boredly.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, however, a soft ding omitting from the speaker of her hand-held device caused her to jolt upwards in panic. Her eyes glazed over the brightly lit screen, features slowly morphing into a squint as she read the name of the person who had just requested to follow her.

miny.xxngi? Who on earth could that be? As far as she was concerned, she hadn't given her username out to any gaming groups recently.

Thinking nothing of it, she pressed the blue button on the juxtaposing white screen, signalling that she had accepted the follow request of whoever miny.xxngi was, her tired mind only left to assume that they were merely a small company interested in the one she worked for.

After all, there was no denying that the woman was a walking advertisement for the Park Enterprises.

All through college, with only one company to work for in mind, it seemed appropriate to remark that Jiha's career was her life. The woman's dedication to her work, however, was both concerning and admirable. It wasn't a rare occasion to see her camping out in her office far later than business hours to finish such meticulous work that even Jimin didn't expect her to do. Hell, the woman had spent way too long securing her position at the company to even think about friends, let alone boyfriends.

Ah, boyfriends.

Needless to say, Jiha was far from even knowing what having a man felt like. If anything, her bed probably laughed at how frequently her back was slumped over her work desk. It’s not like she had a man to do that.

With her head constantly facing textbooks and whiteboards all through highschool and college, much like Jimin, her time to be pushed out into the real world came painfully soon. With a double degree in hand, her head turned only towards the prestigious company Jimin was soon to lead, off she set, her hard work landing her a senior position almost instantly. But while her extensive calibre gave her a hefty bank account and nice home, who did she have to share those luxuries with?

If the woman had to admit, nothing in her life screamed scandalous: her social media was a display of how perfect her company was, her closet consisted of work clothes and fancy suits, and for crying out loud, where was the romance? While she held a stable job and an even more stable income, when had the woman ever stepped foot into a nightclub? She couldn't even remember the last time she had been on a date, because there was no first time. She had always been single.

Yet, not even a few seconds passed as the woman had received a notification claiming that miny.xxngi had liked her most recent photo posted, as well as sent a text through her direct messages.

YOONGI h͏e͏y ͏b͏e͏a͏u͏t͏i͏f͏u͏l.

She raised an eyebrow upwards comically, the mother of confusion hitting her hard as she stared blankly at her screen. Beautiful? Did she even know this man?

Tapping the man's profile picture, her eyes widened. Surely, he had to be a catfish. Disney prince men like this don’t come by every day. Scrolling through his feed only left her all the more intrigued, his various shades of dyed hair over the last couple of months combined with the occasional appearance of his arm tattoos drawing her in all the more. And clearly, she wasn’t the only one who thought he was drop-dead gorgeous. Various men and women from all backgrounds didn’t shy away from letting him know just how they felt about his hands, adorned in only the hottest silver rings and black, chipped nail polish. Those veiny hands that would look good doing just about anything.

She had to let out a squeal. Who wouldn’t?

He thought she was beautiful? His recent post sporting jet-black hair with nothing but a pair of dark silk boxers had her breaking out in an undeniable cold sweat, the deep v-line at the end of his torso only allowing anyone to just imagine.

For crying out loud, the man's abs were on full display.

“God, I am not your strongest soldier,” she muttered, admittedly swooning a little too hard at the pixelated Greek god on her screen.

Deciding to reply to the man's text, she swiped back to her direct messages, tapping on his unusual username before typing out a short but simple message.

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JIHA who are you?

YOONGI min yoongi, and yourself, sweetheart?

JIHA have we met before?

YOONGI no, but I'd love to, sweet cheeks.

YOONGI you still there?

JIHA i'm here.

YOONGI i was starting to think you had fallen asleep, sweet.

JIHA me? oh no, i don't usually fall asleep until much later.

YOONGI doing what, princess ;) ?

JIHA nothing you'd ever be a part of.

YOONGI how cute. i always preferred my women a little on the feisty side.

JIHA who said i was interested in you anyway?

YOONGI your fast replies and desperate texts beg to differ.

[jiji has read your message at 22:21]

YOONGI i was only joking, babe.

JIHA you're such a flirt, yoongi, ew.

YOONGI glad you remember my name, you'll be screaming it soon.

YOONGI and can you even blame me? 

JIHA pervert.

YOONGI oh, i'm just SO hurt.

JIHA you're the biggest jerk i've ever met, wtf.

YOONGI glad you're well-acquainted with my size, sweetheart.

JIHA what an original sex joke, yoongi...

YOONGI joke? please, baby, it's a joke you're not in bed with me by now.

JIHA dude!

YOONGI nice practice, keep up the screaming for me?

JIHA goodnight.

JIHA for the love of all that's good and safe in the world.

YOONGI go to sleep now before i keep you up.

JIHA wow, you care?

YOONGI  of course i do, i wouldn't want all your energy running out so soon now would i?

[jjinnies]

what they call you — bts (hyung line).

© jjinnies (2022). please do not plagiarise/copy without permission <3!

seokjin — being one for long-lasting love, it’s no surprise that your boyfriend would choose a nickname for you that embodies timeless romance. initially, his own bashful nature would prevent him from using anything beyond a simple babe or baby. but after a month or so, as you would be flicking through channels for something to watch, a soft question would be raised by the man preparing lunch, an action he wanted to commit to after seeing how tired your work shift left you. 

“how does pasta sound, darling?”

for a second, you barely registered the sweet addition, partly because you were ready to fall asleep on your boyfriend’s comfortable couch. but as you played the question over in your mind, you slapped a hand over your mouth, trying to (unsuccessfully) bite back a squeal.

and as seokjin failed to hear a response, his eyes widened in realisation, admittedly feeling a little dorky as the backs of his ears burned dark red. he breathed a sigh of relief, though, when your footsteps padded into the kitchen, cooing all over your loveable boyfriend as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing a reassuring kiss to his cheek. in response, one of his arms wrapped around your waist, chuckling mostly at himself as he tried to scold you for making him feel even more embarrassed.

“pasta sounds delightful, darling.”

yoongi — while yoongi was a little shy expressing his fondness for you in public, all those barriers would be let down once he found himself in your arms. settling for simply your name whenever the two of you were outside your shared apartment was his way to go. in his defence, he thought you had a beautiful name, so why replace it?

but in the times that he felt like showing you a little extra love, his hands would find your hips, pulling you into him before nosing your hair or nape. whispering soft nothings to you, he would pull away only to press a kiss to your forehead, head returning back to your shoulder to shower you with his attention. contrary to everyone’s preconceptions, yoongi was very affectionate with you.

“how was my pretty baby’s day, mm?”

the words would almost come out as a drawl, courtesy of his signature mumbles. after all, sleep would be settling upon his eyelids too, making them heavy after a long day as his hands continued to run up and down your sides, kissing slowly where he could to make you feel appreciated.

and as your fingers would run through his hair, a groan of satisfaction would escape his lips, unable to hide how good it felt after hours of sitting in front of a computer screen, producing the music he only hoped his fans would love.

“that feels amazing, doll,” he would admit, almost mewling into your shoulder before lifting you up, wanting nothing more than to cuddle you and have you play with his hair until you fell asleep.

hoseok — if anything, hoseok was a proud boyfriend. everywhere he went wouldn’t be complete without him gushing over what a great partner you are, regardless of whether or not you were around.

to his bandmates particularly, his chest would puff up a little as a goofy smile would grace his lips. you knew this detail because yoongi would always come complaining after it would happen. 

“my star just got a promotion at her work, isn’t she just the best?” he would brag, not even subtle about it as namjoon and seokjin would share a knowing smile. he would be unfazed, continuing to refer to you as his star, simply because you were nothing less than a shining light in his eyes.

and if you were there, your boyfriend wouldn’t shy away from stroking your hair back, almost endearingly as his other hand would caress your back. after all, as much as hoseok loved being proud over your accomplishments, he was also aware about making sure you were comfortable with what he would be saying, so his eyes would find yours in this time, as if mentally sending you a thumbs up through his smile.

whenever it was just the two of you, however, hoseok found himself calling you angel. this action wouldn’t go without a kiss to the back of your hand - he just loved being sweet with you, because he loved the smile that you would show him. besides, during the more stressful moments of the day, hoseok really did see you as his angel, and he was more than grateful for you.

namjoon — after being set up by a few mutual friends, it wasn’t long before namjoon found himself falling for you, and you, for him. dating officially was the next milestone, and after you two had very shyly confessed your feelings for each other, he probably hesitated for a few weeks before one day just grabbing your hands and mustering the courage to call you by a cute little nickname.

“have you done something with your hair lately? it looks really good, prince/princess.”

you, not suspecting his loving attack at all, would just look up at him for a few seconds, wondering if he had even noticed what he had called you. of course, you loved it, but it was just so unexpected, and you couldn’t help but feel flustered.

and as you nodded, coming up with a completely random explanation for this new shampoo you had been trialling, your strong blush didn’t go unnoticed by him. in fact, seeing you get all shy and whiny around him only made him want to make you even more red, so he settled for running a hand along the curve of your back, up and down in smooth motions as his eyes searched yours to appear attentive. he would have to swallow down a smirk when you would finally cave, huffing as you would push your face in his chest, arms wrapping around his torso as he would mumble soft apologies with a hearty chuckle.

his fingers would run through your hair, bringing you in closer to his chest. through all of this, your own smile would make an appearance, rolling your eyes as he would only placate you with more adorable petnames.

“forgive me, honey, you’re just so cute when you’re red.”