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ahgasegotarmy116 · 7 months

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He Doesn't Deserve You | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter Six

Summary: Taehyung gets careless and breaks your heart yet again. Pairing: Noona reader x Jeon Jungkook (She's 28 and he's 22) Word Count: 2.2K~ Warnings: Talks of Cancer, money struggles and past abuse but nothing crazy. a/n: Again it's taken me over two weeks to get a chapter out so I'm sorry! It's just a little one to focus on Jungkook a little bit but he'll go more into depth later on in the story so this is just a little taste. Hope you like it! Start from the beginning

Walking into the Blue Pearl feels like going back in time again, except this time it feels warm and welcoming and seeing the sight of Rae's face light up at the sight of me makes the struggles of the past fade to black, solely focusing on the events of tonight.

"Hey stranger, it's about time your fine ass showed up again, the usual?" she questions sending me a wink and I nod as a way to answer her question. "Sorry, life has been hectic lately. How are you? How's the Pearl?" I ask after having learned that she's co owner and has devoted a lot of blood sweat and tears into this place.

"She's staying afloat. Luckily we haven't had too many rowdy groups lately so no big bar fights or anything exciting like that" she jokes while she places my Slut Puppy on the counter in front of me.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of being graced with your presence my lady?" she teases while cleaning up the tools she used to make my drink. "I'm meeting Jungkook, but I also wanted to see you because I miss your cute face" I say giving her a wink like she had to me.

"Girl you're horrible at flirting you know that right?" she laughs, leaving my cheeks heating up at the embarrassment. "But I'll give you bonus points because you're adorable" she says before going to tend to another patron.

"She's right you know" I hear a melodic voice say behind me, making me jump before turning around to face the owner of said voice seeing that it's a man with an alluring look that could charm any woman or man with a simple glance.

"I'm sorry what?" I ask, blinking a few times to regain touch with reality. "I said she's right you know? Because you really are adorable" he says making my cheeks heat up again, leaving me frozen and not knowing how to respond to his playful nature.

"I'm Jimin" he says offering his hand to me and I place mine in his. "I'm y/n" I say just loud enough for him to hear over the sound of the people around us. "Well Miss y/n mind if I sit with you?" he asks politely, making me think twice about how to shoot him down.

"I mind" I hear a recognizable deep voice say behind me, again making me jump at the sound. "Is she yours?" Jimin asks the newcomer and I hold my breath waiting for him answer.

"Yeah she is so I suggest you go find a seat somewhere else" he says while placing a protective hand on my forearm making my body shiver at the feeling of his cold fingers on my skin.

"Right. Nice meeting you y/n" he says giving me those bedroom eyes leaving me widening mine in response and he simply smiles at my clearly flustered reaction and continues on his way.

"Are you okay Noona?" Jungkook says while coming around to face me and sit on the stool that Jimin had been asking to sit on just moments ago.

"Yeah I'm fine, he was harmless" I respond, smiling at him as he looks past me to no doubt glare at Jimin, giving off a territorial vibe that I find adorable yet also extremely attractive but I clear my throat to get those thoughts out of my head and hopefully get his attention back on me.

"How was work today?" I ask him as I take into account the dark circles under his eyes and his disheveled state, making me feel bad about dragging him out tonight. "It was fine" he says while turning to wave at Rae and she nods in acknowledgment and gets him his usual High Ball.

"That's all? You look pretty tired for having a fine day" I joke, as a way to instill a playful mood as he seems a bit tense and I'm not sure if it's just from the interaction with Jimin.

"Is everything okay?" I question, placing a hand on his shoulder and I feel him tense at the feeling leaving me retreating and placing my hand back into my lap.

"I'm sorry Noona I'm just really stressed out but let's focus on you okay? How's your writing going? Did you get over that writer's block you've been having?" he questions, addressing a struggle I had told him about a few days prior.

"Yeah I went with making the characters go through a sort of financial ruin to drive them apart but make the main character finds the people who truly appreciate them without all the monetary value that people usually see when they look at her" I say and he nods along and thanks Rae when she brings him his drink before taking a sip and turning his full attention back on me.

"Although now that I'm saying it out loud it sound kind of boring" I chuckle before taking a sip of my drink as well. "From what you've told me about the story so far I feel like that could fit the plot so don't worry. I'm sure once you sit at your desk and do your little writing magic on it then it'll all work out" he says cutely to purposefully make me laugh and I take the bait, laughing right along with him.

"Thank you" I say after a second. "For what?" he asks curiously, tilting his head like a confused puppy like he always does. "For coming out tonight and, I don't know, just being you" I say giving him a slight smile and he softens up at my words. "That was cheesy wasn't it?" I ask him and he scrunches his nose and starts giggling at me.

"Jeon Jungkook has this whiskey already gone to your head?" I question, laughing and shaking my head at his adorableness. "I think I'm just really tired so the alcohol is hitting a bit different tonight" he chuckles but calms down a few moments later.

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"You should try to take a break sometime" I say after we've joked around a while and had some laughs, now riding out the night with the sound of everyone else drowned into the background.

"What do you mean by that?" he asks, his eyes looking a little sleepier than at the start of the night. "I know you work almost every day of the week, and somedays you even work nights and I don't know. I'm worried about you" I say and I notice how his figure slumps at my words.

"I don't want you to feel like I'm telling you what to do but you should try to set some time aside to relax" I say and he nods his head, listening to my words. "That's what I'm doing right now silly" he says, clearly trying to steer me away from the topic.

"You know what I mean Jungkook. I just don't want you to run yourself into the ground" I say and he stops and waits a while, looking down, seemingly trying to come up with the right words to say and takes a deep breath before looking back up at me.

"I can't" are the two words he says with his eyes now full of stars but this time not of joy but of sorrow. "Jungkook what's wrong?" I question now fully in panic mode, not having seen him like this before. "You know how I said I have younger siblings?" he starts and I nod my head, encouraging him to continue.

"Well the reason why I live with my mom and the three of them is because my dad has been in the hospital for the past few years" he says and I immediately reach for his hand to hold it and wait silently for him to continue. "He got injured at his job and then later on after the doctors examined him they found something else" he says and takes a deep breath in and a shaky breath out before continuing.

"The found a tumor" he says and I take in a breath at the words, not knowing how to react but deciding to just hold his hand tighter. "He's been doing chemotherapy and radiation therapy and so his hospital bills have been piling up and with my mom trying to work and take care of the kids and pay the regular bills and the hospital bills I just couldn't stand seeing her struggle like that. So I moved back in with them and have been working odd jobs ever since" he says and lets out a shaky breath again and stays silent for a while.

"Jungkook I had no idea you were going through something like this. Why haven't you told me?" I ask with a soft voice. "You're always wanting to help me while I'm struggling so why haven't you come to me and let me help you too?" I continue, drawing circles on the back of his hand that I'm holding.

"I wanted to help you since I knew that something was wrong and I didn't want to give you something else you had to worry about" he explains, sniffling a bit and looking back up at me. "Oh baby" I coo at him, wiping the sides of his eyes at I see there are a few tears that started to prickle in them.

"I'm fine Noona" he laughs at seeing how concerned I've gotten about him. "I just wanna be there for you too" I say, looking down at our conjoined hands. "I know" he says and silence between us lingers for a second before he speaks again.

"Thank you" he says and I bring my eyes back up to his and catch how he's looking at me almost as if he adores me or something. "For what?" I ask, slightly breathless from the intimacy of this moment that I only Just noticed. "For listening to me" he says with a sad smile, his starry eyes a bit dimmer but sparkle all the same.

"You're welcome" I say smiling back at him and holding his hand just a little tighter

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A we finish our drinks and talk for a while before he asks me if he can walk me home.

"You really don't have to do this" I say to him after waving goodbye to Rae and turning our backs to walk out. "I know, but I want to. Plus this little walk will help sober me up a bit more so it'll be good for me as well" he say and I nod my head, surrendering to him and his logic.

"When did Taehyung say that he would be back?" he asks as we start on our journey, he's always asking questions and making sure that I'm safe but he also respects my boundaries when I set them.

"Tomorrow morning I think but I never really know. I just hope that he hasn't come home yet but so far he hasn't really found out about the few times I've left the house recently" I inform him and he nods his head in looking as if he's trying to formulate his next question correctly.

"Can you promise me you won't get mad if I ask you something?" he says, rushing the words out before he has the chance to back down. "I guess so" I laugh, curious but nervous as to what he would want to know.

"When was the last time Taehyung hurt you?" he asks and my steps falter for a second but I regain my footing moments later and clear my throat a bit to hopefully cover it up. "Um, well I guess it was a week or two ago. I don't really remember" I say, trying my best to stay truthful but honestly having tried my best to burry the memory.

He nods his head, again lost in thought and before he's able to say something else we've reached my apartment, leaving him trailing behind me as he walks me up to the door but stops me before I'm able to walk inside.

"Promise me you'll call me the next time things start getting bad" he blurts out and I stop in my tracks. "I'll email you my number so please, just promise me you'll call me. You gotta stop letting him treat you like this" he says and I nod my head after thinking for a second, knowing he's right.

"I will" I say, nodding my head and turning my eyes down to the floor in shame, scared of the prospects of having to do that but he lift my face back up to him by hooking a finger under my chin.

"Promise?" he asks, making purposeful eye contact with me, not giving me room to look elsewhere. "Promise" I surrender, knowing that although this might get messy it's the best choice I have right now.

"You don't have to endure this alone, just let me help you" he pleads and I nod my head and respond with a quick 'okay' before he pulls me in for a tight embrace.

After pulling away he places a kiss on my forehead that gives me a fluttery feeling in my stomach but I try my best to ignore it and stay level headed throughout the rest of our goodbyes.

"Goodnight Noona" he says and I nod my head and watch him go silently. I hope I work up the courage to leave Taehyung before I have to call him for that but I'll make sure to stick to our promise no matter what.

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whosnero · 2 months

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Empire Bay: Dragon's Blood.||

Credits: Original story written by whosnero.

Synopsis: “Set in the late 50s, Empire Bay becomes a rapidly growing metropolis in the United States. The Japanese Mafia takes over the city under the name of numerous clans, but the most important one is labeled as Shinryu (the real dragon). The story focuses on three characters (love triangle and drama): Karina (Jimin), with her high social status and dark nature, aspires to become the new Oyabun (leader) of the clan; Winter (Minjeong), the faithful right hand of the current Oyabun, has the support of her Kobun (clan mates). Despite the mutual contempt between the two, the arrival of Aria (Original OC), a young girl of Italian descent who only wants to help her family by working as a taxi driver, will intensify the rivalries between Karina and Winter."

Pairing: Karina(Yu Jimin),Winter(Kim Minjeong) x Aria(Fem/OC)

Genre:“Mafia,Mature,Explicit content,Violence,Drama,Romance,Love triangle,Power struggle, Organized Crime,Historical Fiction,Difference in social status.”

Warning:“Graphic violence,sexual content,dark themes, explicit language,grammar mistakes (eng not my first language),drug abuse,weapons,physical abuse,emotional abuse,gore, supernatural powers..may add more”

Status:“On going.”

Updates: “When i'm free and have time or whenever i can.”

Chapters: (may change names)||

1. The dance of the wolves.

2. Macabre feast.

3. Eden's Gate.

4. The devil's trill.

5. Chain reaction.

6. Poison.

7. House of the rising sun.

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webkoo · 4 months

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bts!ot7 × leitora ──★ dividindo … sinopse: seu namorado cometeu o erro (ou acerto) de perguntar aos seus amigos o que eles queriam ver... :) english version on @kooqitas

#contém: pwp, sexo grupal, boquete, oral violento, fingering, humilhação, degradação, cuspe, esperma, uso gratuito, aftercare mencionado.

#notas: essa história é bem fetichista, você tá sendo literalmente deposito de porra de sete caras. :)

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você veria seus amigos depois de meses, desde que você e jungkook estavam morando juntos vocês não se viam, o que era engraçado porque vocês eram amigos de anos, mas há alguns meses vocês simplesmente não conseguiam se ver, tudo dava errado de última hora.

"porra, cê tá tão gostosinha vestida assim, talvez se eu te comer só um pouquinho antes deles chegarem..." jungkook disse no seu ouvido, levantando sua saia e esfregando o dedo médio no seu buraquinho.

"namjoon me mandou mensagem, ele disse que chega em cinco minutos com os meninos."

"prometo que te faço gozar em cinco minutos."

você riu porque sabia que era verdade.

mas os outros seis caras estariam em sua porta em cinco minutos, e não apenas caras aleatórios, mas seus melhores amigos...

"sei que a gente transou ontem a noite, mas porra, eu preciso comer essa bucetinha de novo, eu tô viciado, preciso te comer toda hora, todo minuto, todo segundo, noite após noite..." diferente da fala completamente suja, jungkook beijava seu ombro calmamente.

"os meninos vão chegar daqui a pouco..."

"não seja malvada, me deixa abrir esse buraquinho, por favor..."

jungkook levou uma das mãos para a alça fina da sua camiseta, puxando para baixo e expondo seus peitos, ele te virou de frente para ele, e colocou a boca ali sem qualquer rodeio. você estava acostumada com a agilidade de jungkook e como ele sempre chupava seu mamilo como devoção.

e então a campainha tocou.

"jungkook, para, os meninos estão aqui!" você tentou parar seu namorado.

"tenho certeza que eles não ligariam de me ver te comendo, gatinha. e você também não ligaria de mostrar como esse buraquinho abre todo pra receber meu pau, né?"

porra, isso era uma verdade. você e jungkook eram um pior que o outro, mas mais do que mostrar, você facilmente deixaria os outros seis te usarem também.

"eu sei exatamente o que você ta pensando, putinha suja!" jungkook disse antes de voltar a chupar seu mamilo.

e então a campainha tocou de novo.

"merda!" ele reclamou, indo em direção a porta enquanto você tentava colocar suas roupas de volta no lugar.

quando os outros seis entraram na casa, você sorriu, sentia muita falta deles.

namjoon foi o primeiro a te abraçar, te deixando um beijo na testa de forma gentil, e merda, você havia visto fotos que ele havia postado na academia, mas ele estava... grande...

seokjin veio logo em seguida, o homem alto beijando sua mão antes de te dar um abraço.

e depois jimin veio, te dando um beijo molhado na bochecha como ele sempre, o loiro tinha um cheiro que facilmente molhava sua calcinha, puta merda que homem gostoso.

droga, jungkook não deveria ter te provocado.

você notou taehyung sussurrando algo para yoongi, que riu murmurando alguma coisa como "decência?" e foi aqui que você notou que, provavelmente pela saliva do jungkook, seus peitos estavam molhados, e graças a camiseta fina isso estava bem evidente.

"ah sim, vocês nos atrapalharam, eu estava quase comendo minha mulher e vocês chegaram!"

muitas coisas aconteceram nessa frase: jungkook te chamando de 'minha mulher' e principalmente, ele expondo o quase-sexo para todos os seus amigos. canalha.

não é como se eles não imaginassem a vida sexual ativa de vocês, vocês eram amigos muito antes de você e jungkook namorarem, os outros seis sabiam exatamente como você era, e jungkook também, era só somar 1+1, as vezes vocês conversavam sobre sexo no chat em grupo, mas era a primeira vez que falavam sobre algo assim ao vivo.

"se você quiser comer ela, eu não ligo, desde que eu possa assistir, não é como se eu nunca tivesse fodido vocês dois..." hoseok disse como se fosse um 'bom dia'

e isso era verdade, antes de jungkook, você já havia feito sexo com pelo menos quatro dos seus amigos, e o mesmo para jungkook, era muito fácil entender o porque do jeon não ter ciúmes.

"ah, eu posso então? eu realmente quero fazer isso" droga, jungkook era um pervertido.

"por favor, sinto falta dos peitos dela." namjoon confessou, relembrando o quanto ele amava estar por cima de você, chupando seu mamilo pra te ajudar a relaxar no pau grande dele.

"cara, respeita minha mulher!"

jungkook repreendeu namjoon, mas vocês sabiam que era apenas piada, principalmente quando seu namorado veio por trás de você, abaixando a alça da sua blusa novamente e expondo seus peitos para seus amigos.

se você parasse para pensar, talvez isso fosse loucura, seu namorado dividindo você com outros seis caras? outros seis caras que são SEUS AMIGOS.

mas por outro lado... você queria muito aquilo.

"mais alguém quer ver mais alguma coisa?" jungkook perguntou, fazendo você sentir sua calcinha molhar mais ainda, você se sentia uma vagabunda, um troféu, e isso não era uma reclamação.

"a calcinha dela." seokjin disse, te comendo com os olhos, porra, o máximo onde vocês chegaram foi uns beijinhos casuais em uma festa.

"eu quero algo." taehyung se manifestou. "quero ver ela de joelhos mamando meu pau."

"se ela for chupar o pau do taehyung, vai ter que chupar o meu também." yoongi disse.

"e o meu." jimin passou o polegar nos lábios.

"deixa eu ver se entendi." jungkook coçou a garganta. "vocês tão dizendo na minha cara que querem que minha mulher mame vocês?"

"foi você quem ofereceu ela igual uma prostituta." hoseok disse, tirando o próprio cinto.

merda, você nunca sentiu tanto tesão, seu namorado e seus amigos discutindo como se você não estivesse na sala.

"o que você acha, gatinha?"

"hm..." você andou até o sofá, sendo seguida pelos sete homens como se eles fossem cachorrinhos, e então removeu a saia e a blusa presa em sua cintura.

jungkook veio até você, te beijando e removendo a roupa dele, os dedos dele esfregaram lentamente na renda branca da sua calcinha e você gemeu na boca dele, seu namorado estava completamente excitado, apertando seus mamilos e fazendo você gemer ainda mais.

"minha vadiazinha é tão gananciosa, sete paus na boca? consegue lidar com isso?"

"eu preciso lidar..."

"isso mesmo, putinha!" ele te beijou mais uma vez. "vocês não merecem muito, apenas se organizem para beijar ela em pares... e vocês conhecem ela e a palavra dela, qualquer coisa fora da curva e eu sou capaz de matar cada um de vocês."

jungkook mal terminou e jimin e seokjin chegaram perto de você, jimin por trás, pressionando o pau já duro nas suas costas, e seokjin na sua barriga, naquele momento você queria os dois dentro de você, queria os dois paus te alargando e te enchendo, mas tudo que conseguiu foi seokjin chupando e mordiscando seus mamilos enquanto Jjmin te beijava e brincava com sua calcinha molhada.

você gemendo para os dois enquanto os outros cinco assistiam tudo.

você nem percebeu quando taehyung e yoongi chegaram, as mãos firmes deles te usando para se esfregar, o beliscão que yoongi deu em seu mamilo esquerdo enquanto sua mão estava dentro da calça de taehyung te fez gritar de dor numa mistura com o prazer, você gostou pra caralho daquele jeito agressivo.

"vai me chamar de papai de novo hoje, hm?" namjoon perguntou enquanto se aproximava de você com hoseok, enfiando dois dedos em sua buceta sem qualquer aviso quando hoseok estava beijando você "senti falta desse buraquinho." namjoon foi mais rápido e você geme alto não só pela sensação dos dedos grossos, mas porque percebe todos os outros caras olhando para você.

"acho que eles vão gostar de ver isso” hoseok saiu da sua frente, expondo a todos a imagem de você gemendo nos dedos de namjoon.

“tão linda nossa vadia burra!” jimin disse, observando a cena.

seu namorado queria dizer a namjoon para parar com isso, ele queria levar você para o quarto e te foder até o corpo dele desligar, mas só por ver o quanto você estava se divertindo com tudo isso valia esperar.

namjoon adicionou um terceiro dedo sem avisar e você se sente tão humilhado, vazando pelas mãos dele quando ele enfia e tira os dedos da sua boceta em um ritmo insano, seu corpo tremendo enquanto baba escorre da sua boca.

“diz pro seu namorado o quanto você sente falta do meu pau abrindo todo seu buraco, o quanto você sente falta de escorrer pelo meu pau. como você ama olhar meu pau enfiado na sua bucetinha apertada” e então ele tirou os dedos de você, esfregando-os em seus lábios e forçando você a se ajoelhar no chão. “você não vai gozar, não comigo, putinha, você vai enfiar todos esses paus na garganta e deixar a gente gozar no seu corpo todo, ser nosso depósito de porra, hm? depois seu namorado vê o que ele faz com você, cheia de porra de outros homens” ele ri.

e então você notou os outros seis homens se aproximando de você com o pau nas mãos, taehyung foi o primeiro a puxar seu cabelo, e você foi ágil com sua língua quente traçando o pau dele para cima e para baixo.

enquanto sua língua ainda estava em taehyung, hoseok esfregou as bolas dele na sua cara, e você tentou agarrá-las com a língua também, mas foi em vão.

“jungkook, sua namoradinha é uma prostituta!” seokjin disse quando você agarrou o pau dele, iniciando uma masturbação.

“tenho certeza que ela aguenta dois” jimin disse, empurrando seu pau junto com o de taehyung em sua garganta.

e você chupou, nem você sabe como, mas chupou como se fosse o pirulito mais delicioso do mundo enquanto os dois enfiavam com força na sua garganta. foda-se a dor, foda-se o incômodo, era tudo tão gostoso que você apenas continuava chupando com necessidade.

minutos depois você tinha o pau de jimin e taehyung na boca e seokjin e hoseok um em cada mão. namjoon, jungkook e yoongi se revezaram esfregando seus paus em seu corpo e dando tapas em seu peito e rosto.

jimin tirou o caralho duro da sua boca, e você encaixou no pau de seokjin, observando de lado enquanto jimin começava a se masturbar.

yoongi estava em sua mão direita, você acariciando as bolas dele.

era um pouco demais, a violência com qual entravam na sua garganta fazendo lágrimas sairem dos seus olhos, ás vezes você batia na coxa dos seus amigos para fazê-los pararem um pouco para você respirar, e bastava você puxar o ar uma vez que eles se enfiavam ali de novo no mesmo ritmo agressivo.

a sensação era muito mais agradável pelo ambiente do que pelo ato sexual em si, já que você mal conseguia chupar os paus, toda vez que alguém entrava e saía da sua boca.

“acho que essa vadia estúpida é muito gananciosa,até agora não engasgou com meu pau” namjoon reclamou, fazendo você soltar o pau de seokjin e hoseok que estavam em sua boca, quando os dois saíram, uma quantidade absurda de saliva escorreu você, vazando pelo seu corpo e até mesmo pelo chão da sala, foi humilhante, mas você não teve muito tempo para pensar assim que namjoon agarrou seu cabelo e fez seu nariz tocar a pélvis dele.

e então yoongi e jungkook se juntaram a ele, esfregando as bolas em seu rosto enquanto você abria a boca e aceitava de bom grado tudo o que eles lhe deram.

"você parece uma vadia no cio, tentando chupar todos esses paus quando claramente não consegue!" yoongi reclamou.

e isso desencadeou uma série de humilhações.

“boca inutíl, não serve nem chupar pau direito!” jimin disse.

“tenho vergonha de dizer que essa boca tocou meu pau.” seokjin disse enquanto enterrava a garganta em seu pau, fazendo você tossir e chorar.

"o único buraco bom em você é sua boceta." namjoon disse logo após cuspir em você, encorajando os outros seis a fazerem o mesmo.

você apenas sentia eles cuspirem em você, as vezes ao mesmo tempo, as vezes esperando, foram segundos que pareceram eternidades de cuspes e mais cuspes desferidos em todo seu corpo.

por mais que te xingassem e humilhassem, você nunca se sentiu tão bem, a sensação de ter sete homens em círculo ao seu redor era inexplicável.

e quando hoseok saiu da boca só para gozar, você se sentiu ainda melhor.

o esperma dele caindo pelo seu rosto e seios, misturando-se com o de jimin e taehyung que vieram logo depois, seu corpo ainda mais pegajoso.

“nossa putinha, tão nojenta, putinha de uso livre, obrigado, Jungkook” taehyung brincou, agarrando seu cabelo.

você voltou com o pau do namjoon na boca, engasgando e tossindo várias vezes enquanto ele fodia sua boca com uma força ainda maior do que costumava fazer em seus outros buracos.

“namorar o jungkook te deixou burra, caralho? essa boca inutil não faz nada certo!” namjoon gritou, puxando o pau para fora de sua garganta apenas para cuspir um fio grosso de saliva em sua boca e bater em seu rosto.

sua cara cheia de esperma de outros caras gozando enquanto você ainda chupava o namjoon foi o que fez seu namorado gozar na sua cara, deixando o pau grande do namjoon um pouco sujo de esperma também.

“seja útil pelo menos um pouco e me faça gozar nessa garganta” yoongi ordenou.

você colocou o pau de yoongi de volta em sua boca, chupando o dele e o de namjoon enquanto eles te fodiam, e você viu estrelas quando juntos eles encheram sua garganta, tão cheia a ponto de vazar de sua boca mesmo que você tentasse engolir.

você goza, sem nenhum estímulo além da humilhação e dos jatos de porra no seu corpo.

você estava uma bagunça, todo o seu corpo e o chão da sala são uma mistura de lágrimas, esperma e saliva. e você ainda estava molhado pra caralho.

"você quer ajuda com ela?" seus amigos ofereceram, depois de vestir suas roupas e ver que você estava completamente destruído.

“relaxem,” jungkook agradeceu. “eu cuido da minha princesa.”

e então os outros seis caminharam até você, dando-lhe um beijo cuidadoso na boca antes de serem conduzidos até a porta.

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So Good [0.7]

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pairing: KNJ x rockstar!oc

summary: Kimberly calls Namjoon after her breakup

word count: 4,213

Purple text is Korean

Kimberly woke from an unexpected nap to find the light outside her apartment had faded into a deep indigo, the Los Angeles sky nearly starless. The bedside lamp still glowed faintly, its yellow light now too bright for her eyes. Her arm tingled, having fallen asleep beneath her, and strands of hair tangled in her lashes. She didn’t have the energy to move, so she stayed curled on her side, staring at the opposite wall through the curtain of her hair, her expression blank and a bitter taste lingering in her mouth. She hadn’t bothered to make her bed earlier, so her bare feet felt cold against the sheets, and she tucked them under the rumpled covers.

She couldn't remember when she'd fallen asleep, all she knew was the girls had come over with a bottle of wine to keep her company earlier that evening and that they'd dreamed it whilst old Billy Holiday records played, changed the sheets and threw out the things he'd left behind and didn't want. The girls offered to stay with Kimberly, and despite her insistence that she was fine, they made out a little sleeping area in her living room and curled up together, Chloe and Charlotte on the air mattress and Maria shared the bed with Kimberly.

Kimberly inhaled shakily, turning and see Maria still fast sleep behind her. She was sleeping in his spot, probably unaware of the hint of cologne that she didn't think would realistically wash out for a few months. Her head pounded in the conventional way that followed crying, though it could've been the alcohol too and she reached for the glass of water she'd placed on her bedside table, only dismayed to find she'd already drained it.

The clock beside her bed read a little past 2 a.m. Everything was quiet—too quiet. It felt like the entire city was holding its breath for her. Kimberly hated the silence, didn’t know what to do with it. For the first time, she realized there were no new thoughts left to think, and she felt a strange peace sitting on the edge of her bed, more accustomed to the emptiness than she could comprehend.

But despite the void, one thought kept circling back to her, probing at her mind over the past week. It always jolted her awake. She sighed and stood from the bed, careful not to wake Maria.

She had put it off for over a week, thinking it was the sensible thing to do, but now Kimberly couldn’t come up with a single excuse to delay it any longer. She knew she’d feel more at peace once it was over, so she picked up her phone and holed up in her bathroom. The brightness of the lights made her squint as she latched the door behind her, opened her contacts, and dialed the number. The phone’s shrill ringing made her anxious about waking the girls, her hands trembling, but Namjoon picked up after only two rings. She waited a second, hearing muffled conversation and the clearing of a throat she wasn’t sure was his at first.

“Namjoon?” she whispered, her voice scratchier and quieter than she’d realized. “Are you there?”

As soon as he heard her, Namjoon stood from the sofa he was slouched against in the shared living room. There was a hint of discomfort in her tone, and he felt the tension immediately in his shoulders, his jaw tightening. He and the guys were in between bouts of filming for another Run BTS segment, and nobody would mind if he stepped out for a few minutes to make sure everything was okay.

"You alright, Kim?" he mumbled, "One sec,"

He pushed through the film crew, motioning that he'd be right back, and migrated to the large backyard. The clouds were thick under the skies and the crisp air nipped at his nose. He hadn't been expecting her call, didn't have long until he'd have to come back for filming again but at her next words and the slight crack in her voice, he couldn't deny her, couldn't leave her.

"I'm alone now..." he mumbled.

“I, erm… I need to talk to you…” she murmured, raking her hands through her hair, trying to calm herself as she settled on the floor beside her shower. The deep tone of his voice was comforting, and it hit her just how much she needed him right now. She craved his presence, the sheer brilliance of his mind, the calm he always instilled in her. She had put off calling him because she didn’t think she could explain and didn’t want him to worry.

"I'm here," Namjoon assured her, "I'm here, but I don't got a lot of time, I'm afraid. We're doing some filming..." he lifted the phone down to check the time before holding it to his ear again, "What time is it over there?"

Kimberly pushed her lips together to stop herself from crying. Hearing him speak was overwhelming, it felt like a tight hug around the waist which squeezed too hard and winded her, filled her with rippling nostalgia, "It's just after 2am," she told him, "I'm in my bathroom,"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. The girls are asleep in the next room, I didn't want to wake them,"

Namjoon leant back against the wall, staring up at the greying sky over his head. He wondered if she was drunk, if she'd called him to tell something or just fancied a chat and he expected her to speak in the silence as she usually did, fill the gaps with a story or tell him something which would make him laugh but the other end of the line remained relatively quiet despite some shuffling. The silence knotted in his stomach, filled him with unease. With a shaky inhale, he couldn't wait any longer and he knew he didn't have much time to waste, "Kimberly, what's wrong?" he mumbled, scratching at the back of his neck, "Talk to me,"

There was a beat, a pause in which she closed her eyes tightly and swallowed the lump I her throat over and over, but it wouldn't disappear no matter how hard she tried.

"I broke up with Darius..."

The faint whimpered and sniffled cut through the quiet and shattered Namjoon's heart into tiny pieces, rendering him speechless, the vulnerability and shake in her voice knocking the air from his lungs. Namjoon rubbed at his forehead with the back of his hand in distress before he could find some words to offer as a response, "Oh. Oh fuck, I'm so sorry, Kimberly..." he swallowed, then he lowered his voice slightly, "Did he... what happened?"

She exhaled shakily, swallowing back her cries, He found someone else,"

Namjoon froze, though she couldn’t see his deepening scowl, the way his nose wrinkled in disdain. Anger surged through him. He had heard her cry once before, on a particularly hard day when she had planned to call him but forgot, worn out from the roughness of tour life. He had soothed her then, assuring her everything was alright, understanding firsthand how strenuous touring could be on someone’s psyche. Now, knowing she was sitting alone in her suffering, with no power to ease her pain, clouded his mind with immediate panic. He couldn’t shut out the mental image of tears rolling down her flushed cheeks, soaking into her pajamas, her delicate features scrunched in distress. The thought made him squirm. Taking a deep breath, he licked his lips, knowing he had to guide her through the conversation. He couldn’t sit back and listen to her muffled whimpers any longer.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. Just breathe. When did this happen?" he asked.

Kimberly took a deep breath, though another sobbing gasp fell from her lips. The sound made Namjoon's jaw clench and his free hand formed into a first. He opened his mouth to comfort her though somehow she found it within herself to speak again.

"I... I needed food for my fridge. So did Maria so we agreed to go shopping together..."

... Spring in Los Angeles always brought great promise, a hope for more prosperity, success, happiness and beauty that coexisted with the continual bustling of city life. Catch the Caper were back in the US just for a couple weeks before they'd take off for Asia, they were grateful for the bit of time they got to spend with their friends and family.

One downside Kimberly faced was her fridge being empty -- almost constantly. She usually cleared it out before leaving, God forbidding she came home to something that went bad and she certainly wouldn't be in the mood to clean that up. So she called up Maria and they decided to hit the supermarket.

Kimberly's fridge had a perpetual emptiness that mirrored her hectic lifestyle. She always cleared it out before leaving, fearing the inevitable stench of spoiled food upon her return—a mess she had no patience for. So, she called Maria, and they decided to venture to the supermarket together.

As they wandered through the brightly lit aisles, Kimberly's eyes widened at the inflated prices. The once affordable treats of her teenage years now felt like exclusive luxuries.

Maria sighed dramatically, holding up a small container of strawberries. "These better serenade me for what they cost now," she muttered, shaking her head.

Kimberly laughed at her friend’s theatrics, "Maybe we should start a garden and grow our own. We could sell the extras and make a fortune," she joked.

Maria rolled her eyes. "Oh sure, that'll be our next mercy launch. Catch The Caper Jarred Capers! Or... something. There's a better pun in there somewhere,"

They continued down the aisle, filling their cart with essentials and a few indulgences. Reaching for a box of her favorite cereal on the top shelf, Kimberly froze. At the end of the aisle stood Darius, his back turned, but she recognized the jacket she had gifted him. Her heart plummeted, a stone sinking in a sea of emotion.

“What’s up, Kimmy?” Maria’s voice broke through her thoughts. She followed Kimberly's gaze and saw him. Anger flashed across Maria's face as she clenched her fists, ready to march over. "Oh no. Absolutely not!” But Kimberly’s hand shot out, gripping Maria’s arm.

Kimberly couldn’t move. She was rooted to the spot, eyes locked on Darius, who was laughing at something the woman beside him said. His eyes crinkled at the corners—an expression that used to make Kimberly melt. Now, it filled her with a bitter mix of betrayal and heartache. A lump formed in her throat, threatening to choke her as they walked closer, oblivious to her presence.

Maria’s anger softened into empathy as she saw the devastation in Kimberly’s eyes. She wrapped an arm around Kimberly's shoulders, offering silent support as they stood there, watching the man who had once held Kimberly's heart so tenderly.

As Darius and the woman passed by, he looked up and locked eyes with Kimberly. For a moment, time stood still. They stared at each other, a silent conversation in that fleeting instant.

Then, without a word, Darius tore his gaze away, continuing to walk. The woman beside him glanced curiously back at Kimberly and Maria. Kimberly felt a rush of conflicting emotions—hurt, anger, sadness—swirling inside her like a storm. But amidst the chaos, a spark of determination flickered to life.

As Darius and the woman disappeared around the corner, Kimberly found her voice, though it was hoarse and shaky. "Let's go," she whispered, her tone final and resolute.

Maria nodded, understanding the silent command. She gently yet firmly took Kimberly's hand, guiding her away from the aisle where past and present had collided.

Outside, under the fluorescent lights, Kimberly stopped. She turned to Maria, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears but also with newfound strength. "Thank you," she said softly, her voice steadier now.

Maria enveloped her in a tight hug, offering unwavering support without needing to say a word...

"... I put all his stuff into boxes and I told him to come and get it, and that I never wanted to see him again," she chuckled pitifully, "I don't know how I could've been so stupid. He wasn't calling me as often, he was so distant, the signs were right in front of me..."

"You're not stupid," Namjoon assured, "You have every right to be upset, he broke your trust,"

Namjoon remembered calling her the day before the break up, he couldn't remember what they were chatting about but he could still hear the sound of her delightful laugh in his ears. The contrast now, the absolute devastation in her voice was such a heartbreaking realization. How long had she noticed Darius' distance, how long was she keeping it bottled to herself? And why was it so unfair that they were on opposite sides of the world, so far he couldn't hold her and assure her that she was going to be alright.

"And then you know... while I was packing his stuff up I started thinking about my future. And it hit me that I never could picture our life together -- ever. Marriage, owning a house, doing chores together and raising kids. That never crossed my mind with him. I don't know if it makes sense, but I think I knew deep down that he wasn't the once,"

"Oh, Kim... don't worry, I understand what you mean," Namjoon sighed, running a hand through his hair, "I'm just so sorry. I had no idea any of this was happening,"

"How could you?" she croaked back.

Three more weeks, Namjoon had three more weeks before he could see her in person, hold her properly. He knew she was even more excited than he was, just as enthused from the demos he'd played for her, had already hinted at his favorite songs he'd hear at her band's show. They talked practically every day together, via voice or just by text, and yet Namjoon realized he still didn't know everything about her, didn't have access to her the way her friends did. He never could've know how she was suffering.

"It's all gonna' work out. You're gonna be just fine," he drawled, conscious of how much of a cliché he sounded like, "I know it's not easy right now, Kim, and you're going through fucking hell but I know how tough you are. You're gonna be alright,"

"It's just..." Kimberly sniffled, pushing her hair out from her eyes again, her fingers tangled in the tight curls. Her mind was working in overdrive now that she was someone new to unload it onto, suddenly every repressed thought and question resurfaced, bubbling from her lips like mad, "I can't even believe how a person can be so callous, how you can spend a year with someone and suddenly look right through them. Like they don't even know you. I don't know how anybody could do that,"

"No sane, rational, normal human being would," he told her, "You deserve so much better,"

"I know I've made the right decision," she said, pulling her knees to her chest, "I just feel so lost, Joon,"

"Kimberly, please believe me, you have every fucking right to feel like shit. You have every right to let grief do its thing. But you can't let it consume you," he said, "And you might feel this way for a while, but I'm telling you one day soon it's all gonna' be bright again. You're going to go back to being your incredible self, and you'll be a little wiser, a little more gracious for yourself,"

Kimberly tittered, cradling her phone to her ear with a little laugh while made Namjoon's heart momentarily stop, "Joon --"

"You trust me, don't you?" he asked, hoping she didn't mind his interruption.

"More than anything," she whispered back, listening to the rhythm of his heavy breathing to ease hers. She pictured his face, that sweet, uncontrollable smirk that pulled into his lips, the twitch at the corners of his mouth.

"Then trust me now," he drawled into the phone, his voice confident, "Sometimes your life has to fall apart so you can move forward --"

Before he could finish, Namjoon was cut off by a producer banging on the window behind him, waving at him to come back inside. Namjoon gave him a thumbs up back, sighing in exasperation as he brought his lips close to the phone speaker again.

"Kimberly... I've got to go... I'm sorry," he sighed, raking a hand through his preened hair, "I wish I didn't have to, I'd love to stay with you and talk more --"

"It's okay, Namjoon," she assured him, "I don't want you to be in trouble because of me,"

"Even if you could get me in trouble, it would all be worth it," he assured her, sauntering back towards the door.

Her breathing was more even now and she was no longer crying so he figured he'd achieved something at least. He hadn't made it worse, but it didn't make leaving her any easier, didn't make the thought of her sitting alone seem less detrimental. He knew for a fact he would struggle to focus on the shoot, would worry about her, overthinking the situation beyond any logic.

"Thank you for talking to me," she whispered, her chest warming as he spoke back to her. She shuffled to stand up, taking a glance at herself in the mirror quickly. Her eyes were still so puffy from crying, her skin felt so dry from lack of care.

"Despite the circumstance... it's always a pleasure talking to you," he mumbled, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He swallowed hard then lowered his voice, speaking softly, "You know I care about you, Kimberly..."

"I do,"

“I’ll see you in three weeks, and I’ll show you the best time,” he promised. “We’re going to go to all the best spots in Seoul.” He heard Kimberly hum appreciatively, wondering if she was tired now, if he’d settled her enough that she’d crawl under the covers and fall asleep. He thought it best not to ask, knowing it would stay with him if he knew she was still awake and distressed. “Let’s talk tomorrow, okay? Just give me a call and I’ll pick up, no matter what time it is.”

"I'm looking forward to it already," she smiled. Her eyes felt heavy, aware that once the tone of the call ended she'd fall fast asleep.

She'd known the moment after she kicked Darius out, Namjoon had been the first person she wanted to speak to. Before her friends, before her mom, Namjoon had been her first thought to gather some rationality and now with the wave of drowsiness that hit her, she knew why. He calmed her down so well, she was shocked considering how she was crying only moments ago. It had taken only his voice, the endearing nature of his loyalty to her to relax her enough.

"Get some rest, please," he told her.

"I will. Have a good shoot, Joon..."

"Take care of yourself, Kim. Goodnight,"

"Goodnight," he waited for her to hang up the call before pocketing his phone, couldn't bring himself to leave first and the nose made him jump despite her wishing him well.

Namjoon could see in his own reflection that he felt crushed, sucked in his cheekbones and ran his hand over his face to snap him out of the daze. Hearing and knowing Kimberly was so hurt pained him, had made his entire body rigid with tension and he rolled his shoulders back to ease the build up, consciously tried to unlock his jaw but he was still on edge. He was painfully aware that he wagons the opposite side of the world and that he had so many commitments to meet, but more than anything he wanted to be there for her. She was a priority to him whether she liked it or not.

Stepping back into the house, his next revelation dawned on him. He hadn't thought about it when she was with Darius, would have never admitted it to anyone who asked him, let alone himself, but he now realized that he'd always been subconsciously waiting for her on some level. Now, he couldn't swallow back that pinch of excitement and hope, felt selfish for it but couldn't ignore that despite the fact he was miles away from her, there was a crack of possibility in what was once an overwhelmingly impenetrable wall, one he didn't know that he'd been waiting for appear.

Now, if only he could get past his management...

The boys were cloistered in the living room still, talking amongst themselves while waiting for the film crew to get set up again. Namjoon couldn't even think twice, he approached Jin from behind and tugged on his sleeve.

"I need to talk to you," he drawled quickly.

Jin glanced him, figuring he was joking at first as he looked around the room, "We're gonna' film again, can it wait?"

"No," he pulled on his shoulder this time, "C'mere,"

Despite his reservations and the time constraints they were under, Jin got up and followed Namjoon out to the next room. The other boys watched curiously, but Namjoon waved them off with a reassuring smile. Jin hesitated at the threshold, the air inside heavy with a sense of foreboding. As he stepped into the room, his curiosity grew as Namjoon immediately slammed and locked the door behind them.

"What's the matter with you?" Jin asked, "Who were you on the phone with?"

"Kimberly," Namjoon replied simply.

Jin rolled his eyes, shaking his head, "Oh, this ought to be good,"

"Kimberly and Darius broke up," Namjoon snapped, worried Jin wasn't taking him seriously, "They're done,"

Jin raised his eyebrows, "Wow. What happened? Is she okay?"

Namjoon began to pace up and down the room, "She's devastated, he's been cheating on her while she was away. Fucking prick..."

Jin cleared his throat, his own inhibitions and worries settling in for his friend, "And... how do you feel?"

"Why does that even matter?" Namjoon huffed.

"Because you dragged me into the office out of the blue and you're pacing like a mad man," Jin pointed out, "Would you calm down, please?"

"Well... I feel terrible for her!" he replied, turning on his heel and pacing to the opposite end of the room, "What kind of selfish bastard... and it's Kimberly! She's the kindest person in the world! Even if I wanted to swoop in and help her, even on the level of friendship, I'm a million fucking miles away --"

"Hey! You could write a great song about that..." Jin smirked.

"I'm being serious, Jin," Namjoon took a deep breath, "I just... I need some advice right now..."

"The way I see it..." Jin began, "You've got a shot. That is until you're able to wait until 2023," he pointed out.

Namjoon rolled his eyes, "Oh, fuck,"

"You know the rules!" Jin pointed out.

"Of course I know the rules!" Namjoon replied.

"Then you shouldn't even be bothered about this!" Jin sat down in the rolly chair, swinging his legs back and forth to drawl over the floor, "That being said -- you've got three weeks until the girls come. You could shoot your shot, but again three weeks isn't a long time. You don't want to come on too strong, it's disrespectful. And unless you're fucking magical and somehow can convince our bosses to let us date within that time span, then you're only going to hurt her more. Do you want to do that to her?"

Namjoon understood where Jin was coming from; he had told himself the same thing countless times, playing out scenarios in his head. The extent to which he had overthought the news was almost embarrassing, but Kimberly’s happiness was what mattered most. If a year from now she was still single and didn’t want him, he’d have to force himself to accept it.

But there was an undeniable elation bubbling inside him, a frenzy of flash-forwards of what could be if the chance ever came about. If his management became just a little more lenient. He hadn’t anticipated the opportunity that now presented itself, but he couldn’t help the optimism that filled him.

"Jin," Namjoon mumbled, rubbing his temple, "I still feel something for her... I don't think it's going to go away,"

There was suddenly a pounding on the door behind him, "Guys!" Taehyung called, "Production manager's threatening to bust down the door unless you guys come out!"

"We're coming! We're coming!" Namjoon called back, then he turned back to Jin, "We can keep this between us for now, right?"

"Do I even have a choice?" Jin scoffed back, "You're clearly besotted with her, you have been since you found out she had your flower tattooed on her," he continued, "But I'm warning you -- if you want to protect yourself and her, you gotta' be smart about how you go about this. And you gotta' ask yourself if Kimberly is worth your career..."

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theharrowing · 2 years

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Consecration

Villagers visit Jimin's shrine to offer their bodies in hopes of pleasing the gods enough to bring abundance to their land and keep their loved ones healthy.

🕊️ Jimin x OT6, Jimin x Original Female Characters

🕊️ word count: 5.7k 🕊️ dead dove!, shrine priest jimin + villagers, blasphemy, mild dubcon, slash, explicit smut, nsfw, 18+ 🕊️ warnings: blasphemy (sex in a religious shrine), coercion/mildly dubious consent, loss of virginity, tinctures as a form of birth control, marathon sex, ritualistic sex

🕊️ written for the Ardour: Dead Dove Fest!

🕊️ thanks to @neoneunnajimin for beta reading, and to @blog-name-idk for beta reading and helping me come up with the name! moodboard created by the mods at the Ardour: Dead Dove Fest (text added by me with permission.) 🕊️ posted oct. 2022

🕊️ notes: some characters are referred to as ��boy” and “girl” but everyone is of legal age. names of original characters are all friends who volunteered to be in the story. thanks for letting me use you, darlings!

Of the seven cardinal sins, there were none that Jimin indulged in more than lust.

Jimin gazed down at the parted full lips of the evening's offering. A pretty girl from the village who came to lend her body to help their farmlands flourish in the coming season. Such a sweet girl who hoped her sacrifice would aid in enriching the land and keeping her family healthy.

She laid spread before Jimin with her dress hiked up over her hips and down around her breasts, moaning softly, trying to remain prudent lest anyone hear, but Jimin liked how she sounded, and he leaned forward to grip onto her hair, pulling sounds of pleasure from her lips as he lengthened the column of her neck. That pretty neck he would love to wrap his hand around and squeeze—that pretty neck he'd love to mark up with his mouth.

Jimin leaned into the villager as he fucked her harder, chewing on his bottom lip softly as his pleasure began to build and build. The girl writhed below him, and when he let go of her hair to reach between her legs and gently rub her clit between his thumb and forefinger, she squealed and moaned with pleasure.

"That's it, cum with me," Jimin groaned.

The girl's legs trembled as she got closer, and Jimin could feel her pussy clench around him, pulsating as she reached her high. He loved it when they let go and gave themselves over to pleasure unabashedly and so, so obediently. Jimin took in the sight of her—supple curves and rich, umber skin—and he thought he would like to have her on the makeshift bed below his altar again.

"Yes, Jimin!" the girl whined, throwing an arm over her eyes as pleasure rocked through her.

The pretty villager squeezed Jimin so tight as she came, and it was only a matter of time before his pleasure reached its peak, and he filled her with his seed. Jimin slammed his hips into her and threw his head back with a deep moan. As he stared at the shabby wooden ceiling of his worship room, following the lines and curves of the wood grains as his stars burst before his eyes, Jimin emptied the last of his release into the girl before he pulled out.

Sweat dripped from Jimin's forehead, and he caught his breath, feeling weakened and tired from fucking several offerings that night. The village people tended to become particularly eager to give themselves to him once the frosts thawed and the rainy season began, hoping that through their offering to Jimin—the speaker for the gods and ancestors himself—the gods would look fondly upon their land.

Jimin tightened his dark blue hanbok around his waist, smiling softly to himself as a trickle of sweat ran down his toned chest. Only occasionally did he have enough fun with his offerings to undress further than pulling the bottom of the top open and unbuttoning his pants, but it was clear this one liked to be fucked hard, and he wanted to give it to her, so he opened his clothing and let the cool night air hit his skin.

The girl sat up slowly, adjusted her long, flowing skirt and picked up her panties from where Jimin dropped them onto the wooden floor. The altar bed creaked from her movements, as did the floorboards while Jimin tucked his cock back into his pants and walked to a tall wooden cabinet against the wall.

Jimin reached into the pocket of his slacks, pulled out a small golden key, and then unlocked the cabinet door. When he opened the right-side door, which groaned with age, shelves of organized herbs and little glass tincture vials greeted him, and he reached in and pulled out one such vial. Jimin locked the cabinet door and approached the girl, who was put back together despite her hair appearing a little messy and a sheen of sweat glistening on her skin.

"Open, tongue up," Jimin said softly as he placed a thumb on the girl's chin. She obeyed, opening her mouth and lifting her tongue. Jimin took the dropper from the tincture vial and squeezed six drops of the liquid into her mouth.

"Be a good girl, and don't swallow until I say you can," Jimin instructed with a smile, moving his gaze between her open lips and the hands of a clock on the wall behind her. He stood patiently, counting in his head with each tick of the clock. Once one hundred and eighty seconds passed, Jimin said, "You may swallow now."

Jimin walked the girl to the door and saw her out. He asked about her family, and she reminded him that her name was Josie. What a pretty name, he thought.

With the girl out of sight, Jimin returned to tidy up his altar and put away the tincture. Jimin prayed that Josie's family would stay healthy and that his herbal concoction would do its job, then locked up his shrine.

The irony was not lost on Jimin that the tincture created by his father to punish his sinful, lust-driven parishioners by forcing them to abort their bastard children would be used to allow him to fuck all he wanted to without consequence. The thought of it made Jimin chuckle.

"We must remain strong as soldiers of god, and not give in to temptations that may weaken our love for him," Jimin's father would preach from his high horse each week, frowning down upon the villagers as if they were dirty—as if their only hope for salvation could come from his tireless delivery of god's word.

Of course, at the time, Jimin wasn't quite so bitter. In fact, Jimin watched his father proudly with open eyes and an open heart, hoping to follow in his footsteps one day. He was the picture-perfect son of a preacher, turning down peers who were hoping to take him on dates—especially those who wished to corrupt the pretty boy, who was always so shy and polite.

When the time came for Jimin to learn his father's ways and prepare for taking over his duties, Jimin accepted the responsibility. He was so eager to help the villagers in any way and to serve the people who believed as he did in the word of god.

But then, as time passed, Jimin was driven mad with desire. The curves and long, slender features of the women and the taut, firm and broad shapes of the men. Jimin found his eyes and mind wandering, and with that wandering, his urge to give in to temptation grew.

Jimin also grew tired of the catholic god his father taught him to pray to and began to slowly change his methods. The villagers were hesitant but quickly sided with the nature gods when one lush, rainy spring brought their farmlands abundance. Suddenly they were eager to listen to Jimin and came to him with prayers and gifts with the hope of continuous crop growth.

Lust wasn't the only cardinal sin Jimin dabbled in as his views began to shift. In fact, it was a healthy combination of greed, pride and envy that brought him to the point of scheming ways to get his hands on the men and women of his village. Not that he had to try too hard; Jimin had always taken good care of himself, and it had never been a secret that he had a certain effect on others.

And with the isolation of being the only village around for miles and miles, well...Jimin had no trouble using his good looks and devious tongue to his advantage.

The first was Jeongguk. Pure, sweet Jeongguk with his doe eyes and soft, pouty lips. His family owned a cattle farm, and one of their cows was pregnant. Poor, innocent Jeongguk was so worried for the future of their farm—was so desperate for the gods to look down on them favorably that when he came to Jimin with his prayers, he took no convincing at all to get down on his knees.

It was always the eager ones that sucked cock like their lives absolutely depended on it, slurping and swirling their tongue, all in the name of worship. Despite being a virgin who had never seen another man's cock before, Jeongguk swallowed every last drop of Jimin’s cum with tears in his pretty long lashes, and Jimin praised and thanked him, promising the boy that the gods would look favorably upon their cows.

And a month later, when another one of Jeongguk’s family cows became pregnant, Jimin suggested that perhaps, if Jeongguk gave even more of himself, she may have twins.

Jeongguk whined and gasped as Jimin fingered him open, stretching him slowly and carefully, taking his time. Despite being taller and more muscular than Jimin, Jeongguk’s presence was often shy and small, and Jimin loved watching as he unraveled and became more relaxed.

As Jimin sank his cock into the boy, slowly stretching him around his girth, Jeongguk blossomed into something beautiful before his eyes. So eager and so, so good for him.

Jimin wasn’t sure he would get away with it, always looking over his shoulder as a devotee left his shrine. Always practicing his speeches, making sure his reasoning was sound, and taking utmost care of his appearance so as to seem charming but not insincere, or worse, creepy.

But, for the most part, nobody questioned Jimin’s ways. As he began to shift his practices to focus more on nature and ancestors, moving away from the catholic god that his dad indoctrinated the people with, and leaving behind all of the guilt and shame that the catholic preachings had instilled on the village, everyone began to heal together, all thanks to Jimin’s uplifting words. And, of course, his methods of worship.

Soon the villagers began to come to Jimin with all matters of prayer, not just to look after their livestock and their land. Hoseok, one of Jimin’s friends and close confidants, came to Jimin when he discovered his wife Ashley was pregnant. He wanted to ensure he and his wife would have a strong, healthy baby boy who would be able to take over the hard work needed to care for their land.

With Ashley on her knees on the altar bed, Jimin slowly, gently fucked his cock into her throat, promising her good fortune and health for her baby. As she swallowed his cum, Jimin prayed that his sperm would protect her womb to make her child worthy of the gods.

And when Ashley gave birth to a healthy baby boy, Hoseok was so thrilled he got down on his knees for Jimin, as well.

Sometimes villagers would arrive with their heads bowed, seeking prayer and guidance when they saw the light on outside Jimin’s shrine. He would gently bring them inside, switch off his light and lock his door, and patiently get to the heart of their need before coming up with a way to pray together. But other times, the pretense was gone, and Jimin would open his door to a grin.

“Back again, Hoseokie?” Jimin would ask playfully, pulling his friend inside.

Hoseok would strip down out of his clothing as he walked backward to the altar bed. “Just here for my weekly service. I have to keep the gods in my favor as my son grows big and strong.”

Jimin would hum and bite his lip as Hoseok untied his hanbok for him, always the same back and forth, always sporting erections before they even reached their destination.

“And how would my dear friend like to pray?” Jimin would always ask, feeling a fire kindling inside him just from the sparks in Hoseok’s eyes alone.

Jimin loved Hoseok on his knees, but he was best on his back. His taut, willowy limbs wrapped around him as Jimin fucked him—the sweet sounds of praise and worship that left his perfect heart-shaped lips as they came in tandem.

If there were truly a heaven at all, Jimin thought this could surely be it.

There was one villager who Jimin never seemed to get alone. His family was always a little more well-off than others, and he didn’t come to the shrine to pray, even during festivals. Jimin saw him from time to time and always wondered what it would be like to have him on his altar bed—his wavy, long brown hair falling over his eyes while his prominent, rectangular lips parted with pleasure. Jimin wondered what his moans would sound like.

But then, suddenly, the man’s father fell ill, and he turned up at Jimin’s doorstep.

“H-hi, my name is Taehyung,” the man said with his head bowed low, muttering in a soft dulcet tone that went straight to Jimin’s cock.

“Taehyung,” Jimin responded, liking the way it sounded on his tongue. “Please, come in.”

Once inside the shrine, Jimin offered Taehyung a seat and took his place beside him. The man ran a hand through his hair and sighed, keeping his eyes on the wooden floor below their feet.

“My father is ill, and I hear that you have…methods…of prayer that have been used to heal others.”

Jimin hummed and shifted his legs, angling himself a little more in Taehyung’s direction. The art of seduction was often a bit more of a game of wits with some, and Jimin was careful to start slow with those who were already fairly distant from him spiritually. Though if Taehyung sought comfort, perhaps open body language would be to Jimin’s advantage.

“A healthy mix of prayer and use of herbal tinctures,” Jimin responded sweetly. “What ails your father?”

Taehyung shook his head and frowned. “I’m not sure. He’s had a fever for a while and it doesn’t seem to want to break. I’m worried for him.”

A fever, Jimin thought to himself. Easy. “I have many things that can help with a fever. But tell me, Taehyung, how would you like to pray?”

Taehyung’s eyes opened wide, and his lips fell open in surprise. “What do you mean?”

“For starters, have you heard rumors about my methods?”

Taehyung nodded shyly, eyes falling to the ground. “I have. At first, I thought it was…blasphemous…” He lifted his gaze back to Jimin. “But the village sings your praises. And I am desperate.”

Taehyung’s pretty lips turned down in a pout, and Jimin grinned, loving the way desperation looked on him. “And from what you have heard of my methods…which are you more comfortable with?”

With an eager shake of his head, Taehyung responded, “I’ll do whatever it takes.”

On his hands and knees on the altar bed with his pants around his ankles, Taehyung was a sight to behold with his long limbs and sun-kissed skin. And spread open, eagerly taking Jimin’s fingers, he was an absolute gift.

To break a fever, Jimin would simply give Taehyung an herbal balm to apply topically to his father’s face and neck. The concoction itself was a rather simple recipe passed down through generations and something Jimin had readily on hand.

But why hand it over so easily when this boy was so enthusiastic. Why waste an opportunity to pull from his lips moans in a voice so deep, Jimin wondered if he might drown.

Jimin loved the eagerness of the women of the village. The way they would fall to their knees so easily for him.

It was always a treat when Michelle would visit. She would practically throw herself onto the altar bed for him, muttering this and that about her prayers, though that clearly wasn’t what she was there for. Crops be damned, as far as she seemed concerned; she was simply there to worship, first on her knees and then on her back, ever eager to please.

And Kam. Kam may have deceived others with her sweet smile, but behind his locked door, that smile became a smirk, and she often pressed Jimin into that very door to take what she wanted, unconcerned about the ritual of prayer, as they took turns getting on their knees before one another.

Jimin’s favorite villagers were the men who were eager to let Jimin spread his legs for them. Namjoon was one such villager. Jimin loved climbing on top of Namjoon to take what he wanted, praising the pretty man below him for being so good for his village—so good for him.

Namjoon hadn’t come to seek assistance with his land but rather acceptance for himself. Jimin's father had spent so much time and energy preaching against Namjoon's sexuality, forcing him to hide his true nature and his deepest desires. And now, with Jimin in charge, changing the style of worship and for whom the rituals were done, Namjoon came to him for guidance.

"Our gods don't judge you, my dear," Jimin said softly as Namjoon sat by his side with his hands wedged between his knees.

"But what of the villagers?" Namjoon asked softly, eyebrows knit with concern.

Gently, Jimin placed a hand on Namjoon's knee, smiling sweetly as Namjoon gasped and turned his gaze on the priest. "I teach my followers to love, do I not?"

"Y-yes," Namjoon responded.

"I teach acceptance and understanding, giving our bodies, hearts and souls over completely to the gods and to our land, do I not?"

Darling, handsome Namjoon lit up as he smiled softly. Dimples creased his cheeks, and Jimin did his best to bite back a groan at the sight.

"Tell me, Namjoon, how would you like to pray with me today?"

Namjoon, who undoubtedly knew of Jimin's methods, blushed and nibbled on his pillowy bottom lip. "What are my choices?"

Jimin stood before Namjoon, stepping in so close their knees grazed. He didn't miss the way Namjoon's breath hitched as his eyes dropped to see for himself that they were touching before lifting his gaze back on Jimin.

"One of us could get down on our knees. Ordinarily, it's the follower who kneels, but for you...I would be happy to pray."

Namjoon's mouth fell open at Jimin's words, and a soft blush painted his cheeks. Ordinarily, Jimin wasn't so straightforward about his desire to fuck, but Namjoon was clearly repressed, and Jimin imagined he would be eager to do anything he wanted.

And eager, Namjoon was. Jimin dropped to his knees where he stood and parted Namjoon's thighs, begging the older man to let him pray for him. Namjoon spread obediently and pulled out his cock, stroking it slowly as he panted and kept his eyes on Jimin.

“What a beautiful cock, so worthy of my worship,” Jimin muttered with a smirk, unable to believe how big Namjoon was. The length alone was intimidating, but the girth was sure to stretch his lips uncomfortably, and Jimin couldn’t wait.

The sounds Namjoon made when Jimin took him in his mouth inch by inch were sweeter than the voices of any angels. Deep, breathy moans and pitchy whines echoed through the room, and Jimin sucked greedily, aiming to make Namjoon cum in his throat quickly.

Namjoon trembled and shook through his orgasm, and when Jimin finally pulled his lips from around his cock, he was delighted to see the pleased, euphoric look on Namjoon’s face. He wondered if the man would allow him to unravel him a little more.

“If you’d like, I can teach you other things,” Jimin suggested, untying his forest green hanbok.

“Other things?” Namjoon asked with wide, curious eyes.

Namjoon was so slow and so gentle stretching Jimin with his fingers that Jimin had to bite back the urge to beg him for his cock. Broad, muscular Namjoon was a sight to behold naked and Jimin wanted to climb onto his lap and take him so badly it made him dizzy.

By the time Jimin was sure he could wait no longer, he crawled around, grabbed the lube and squirted a generous amount into his palms, quickly rubbing it to warm before engulfing Namjoon's cock to coat it. Namjoon hissed and threw his head back; Jimin straddled his hips.

“How generous my priest is to show me new ways of pleasure,” Namjoon muttered, his grin showing off those damned dimples that Jimin was becoming incredibly soft for.

Jimin lined Namjoon’s cock with his hole and slowly lowered his hips, gasping through the pain of the stretch. Try as he might, there was just no way Namjoon’s fingers could prepare Jimin for his size.

“Ah—anything for my devoted followers,” Jimin whined as he continued to lower his hips, squeezing his eyes closed. “It is my duty to give you the g-guidance you deserve.”

With Namjoon’s cock resting snugly in Jimin’s ass, Jimin stopped to catch his breath and adjust to the stretch. Namjoon appeared to do no better, panting with wide eyes as he gently gripped onto Jimin’s hips. Namjoon looked heavenly, laid out on the altar bed with his sharp eyes lidded with desire. And he felt absolutely sinful.

The rise and fall of Jimin’s hips knocked loud moans from both men, and their sounds mixed with the lewd squelch of Namjoon’s lube-slick cock, and the slap of skin against skin in a euphony of pleasure. Namjoon squeezed Jimin’s hips and assisted as he lifted and lowered himself, slowly at first, then fast enough to make them both practically scream.

Namjoon came first, overwhelmed by the feeling of having his cock up someone’s ass for the first time. And when he wrapped his hands around Jimin’s length and stroked eagerly, it took no time at all for Jimin’s pleasure to peak. Spraying Namjoon’s muscular, golden chest may very well have been the best part of all.

“Praise this village,” Namjoon muttered as he laid limp against the altar bed.

Jimin lifted his hips and let Namjoon’s spent cock slap against his tummy. “Praise this village, indeed,” he muttered as he found a clean towel with which to clean Namjoon off.

When two men moved into the village to care for one of their elderly parents, rumor must have spread quickly of Jimin's methods because those two sets of eyes seemed to always be cast on Jimin judgmentally. It didn't worry Jimin to have outsiders make the land their home, but it did make him a little uncomfortable to be squinted at in passing.

Soon was the harvest festival, and villagers would be throwing themselves at Jimin left and right. The last thing he needed was for outsiders to cast judgment and throw a wrench in his plans.

But as time pushed on, Jimin never caught wind of either of the men having anything to say about his practices, and when the harvest festival came and went, and villagers whispered to Jimin to inquire about a time to come see him for one-on-one prayer, the men minded their own business. When Jimin opened his door for villager after villager, sometimes catching one of the men looking, Jimin wondered if the time would come until it was one of them.

And then winter came, and one of them fell ill.

The taller of the two appeared at Jimin’s door one night, but rather than stand with his head bowed down, his arms were crossed over his chest.

“Well,” Jimin said at the sight of him—sharp features and broad shoulders—standing before him. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit, mister…?”

“Seokjin,” the man responded sharply.

Jimin’s smile turned into a smirk. “Seokjin, please, come on in.” Jimin held out a hand and took a step back, allowing the man room to enter the shrine. Seokjin walked in hesitantly, looking around with his brows knit.

“We are not religious,” Seokjin muttered, clenching his jaw. He stared at Jimin as if expecting to be preached at, but Jimin smiled sweetly.

“No judgment. Trust me, I understand.”

Seokjin raised an eyebrow and scoffed, “You understand?”

Jimin nodded. “You may notice that this shrine is built more like a catholic church. When I began my practice, it was just that, passed down from my father and his father. At the time, it was everything I knew, but eventually, I felt very disillusioned by the teachings. I began to change my beliefs, and I was lucky that the villagers here were open to the change. It may sound crazy, but I think that our land has flourished much more since we began to pray to the nature gods and give thanks to our ancestors.”

Seokjin nodded and said, “It does sound crazy. In fact, it sounds like bullshit. But my mother-in-law tells me you keep the village happy and healthy. And that you are the only one who can heal the sick, which seems…sus.”

Jimin shrugged and moved toward the cabinet beside his altar. “Is it suspicious that a doctor holds access to medications?”

“You’re not a doctor,” Seokjin responded with an eyebrow raised.

Jimin smirked, pulling the little gold key from his pocket. “Tell me what you need.”

"I was a virgin when I came to you," Namjoon muttered against Jimin's chest one cold winter night. It wasn't customary for Jimin to cuddle after sex, but he was always so worn out from riding Namjoon's cock that he welcomed the chance to relax. And, perhaps Jimin had a sweet spot for the man.

"Do you have any regrets?" Jimin asked. He felt Namjoon shake his head as he hummed and muttered, "No."

Virgins came to Jimin often. They bought into the myth that they were more pure, that their bodies and souls had more to offer. Jimin tried not to take advantage of it too much, but he struggled to turn someone down when they were so meek and ready to be taught how to be so good just for him.

The next time one of the two newer men knocked on Jimin’s door, it was the smaller one. Jimin opened his door with a grin and said, “Oh, hello there—”

“Save it,” the man said, holding a hand up and pushing his way into the shrine. His voice was much deeper than his delicate features suggested, taking Jimin by surprise.

Jimin closed the door behind him and placed his hands in the pockets of his red hanbok, turning to give the man his attention.

“What did my husband do to pray?”

Jimin raised his eyebrows and cocked his head. “Your husband didn’t pray.”

“Cut the crap,” the man said, straightening his posture, looking Jimin straight in the eye. “He came back acting strange. What did you do?”

For once, Jimin hadn’t done anything. He was more eager to make the newcomers comfortable than to indoctrinate them so soon. But the idea that Seokjin returned from the shrine acting strange was intriguing, to say the least.

“I gave your husband a remedy for your condition and sent him on his way. No prayer necessary.”

The man chewed on the inside of his mouth and shook his head. “Fine,” he muttered. “If you want to be difficult then I’ll go get Jin and make him talk.”

Jimin raised an eyebrow and muttered, “Be my guest,” and with that, the man stormed out.

It didn’t take long for the man to return with Seokjin in tow, and Seokjin's stature was shrunken and anxious. Jimin smiled as he opened the door for them, and Seokjin walked to a seat, crossing his arms around his chest like a hug. His husband stood between Seokjin and Jimin, who stayed near the door.

“Tell me what happened when you came here,” the man said to Seokjin.

“Yoongi, please,” Seokjin responded desperately.

Yoongi, Jimin thought. A pretty name to suit such a pretty face.

“You were acting weird when you came home! Tell me what he did to you!”

Jimin put his hands into his pockets and cocked his head, flashing a smile that was as sweet as pie. “Tell me what you’ve heard of my methods of prayer.”

Yoongi scoffed and rolled his eyes. “They get down on their knees for you. Sometimes on their back. And nobody takes issue with it!”

“Do you take issue with it?” Jimin asked.

Yoongi’s mouth faltered, and he huffed petulantly, pointing at his husband. “I do when it’s him! When he comes to you alone and desperate!”

“Why don’t you believe either of us when we tell you Seokjin didn’t pray?” Jimin asked calmly, further riling Yoongi up. His face was red with blush, and he tongued the inside of his mouth.

“It’s true that your husband came to me alone, and it’s true that he was worried for your health, but he came to me just as unsure about my practices as you are, and I didn’t attempt to push anything on him. I simply gave him a remedy to help you and sent him on his way.”

“I told you,” Seokjin muttered.

“But the villagers,” Yoongi said, sounding quieter and possibly convinced, “they say you’re very persuasive.”

Jimin couldn’t help but chuckle. “Of course, I want to give offerings to the gods and keep our village flourishing, and I have my own…methods…of prayer. But I don’t wish to take advantage of others.” A lie. A bald-faced lie that slid from Jimin’s tongue through a sweet smile with practiced ease.

“Fine,” Yoongi grumbled. “Since you say you didn't take advantage of my husband, then I suppose I should apologize. And…I’m sure you would like us to give thanks for healing me.”

This took both Jimin and Seokjin by surprise, whose eyes flickered between Yoongi and each other. Yoongi lifted his chin and raised his eyebrows at Jimin. “I hear from some of the villagers that you do the worshiping.”

Jimin’s heart began to pound, and he couldn’t help but grin at Yoongi’s suggestion. “What they say is true."

“Down on your knees, then, priest,” Yoongi commanded, reaching for the fly of his black slacks.

Seokjin shot up onto his feet. “Yoongi, what are you doing?”

“We’re going to fuck him, baby. I hear he’s really giving. You should stretch him while I suck his cock.”

“Sh-shouldn’t we discuss this?” Seokjin asked frantically.

Yoongi turned to his husband and placed one hand on his cheek, gazing up into his eyes. “Baby, I know you’re not the religious type, so you don’t understand…but he saved me, and now we need to thank him.”

And that was how Jimin wound up on his knees on the altar bed, bent over sucking Yoongi’s cock while Seokjin stretched him from behind. By the time Jimin was ready to be fucked, Yoongi was gripping his hair with both hands and shooting his cum down his throat.

“Make me hard again,” Yoongi muttered as his hips jerked against Jimin’s lips. “You’re going to ride me while you suck off my husband, and if I find your worship adequate enough, I’ll let him make you cum.”

Yoongi was quick to get hard once more, and Jimin wasted no time sitting on his cock, taking him all the way in only a few thrusts of his hips. Seokjin gently took Jimin by the head and slid his erection between his lips as Jimin began to ride Yoongi.

The deep whines from Yoongi and gasps from Seokjin were music to Jimin’s ears, and he fucked and sucked enthusiastically. Yoongi’s cock was thick enough to sting, and it felt incredible as Jimin lifted and dropped his hips at a steady pace.

Seokjin came first, gripping onto Jimin’s hair tightly as he shivered and whimpered. Although it felt like a relief to have Seokjin’s thick length out of his mouth, he would have taken him back between his lips in a heartbeat.

With Jimin’s mouth free of Seokjin's cock, Yoongi took the opportunity to fuck his hips up at a punishing pace, bouncing Jimin on him so hard it made him dizzy. Jimin didn’t expect Yoongi to want him to cum at the same time and was surprised when he muttered, “Jinnie, stroke his cock.”

Yoongi’s eyes rolled back as he rutted up into Jimin so hard, it made Jimin cum in an instant. Jimin sprayed his release on Seokjin’s fist, getting spurts on Yoongi’s hips, and Yoongi gripped onto Jimin's hips tightly and moaned like a bitch in heat.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing the life out of me,” Yoongi whined as they both trembled and came down from their highs.

“Since when have you been religious?” Seokjin muttered to Yoongi as they straightened out their clothes and made their way to the door.

Yoongi muttered something in response, then looked over his shoulder and, with a wink, mouthed, “I’m not.”

Interesting, Jimin thought. He already looked forward to seeing Yoongi again.

During the following spring, villagers lined up for a chance to pray, waiting outside Jimin's shrine for their chance to get their hands and lips on the pretty priest's cock. Jimin gave preferential treatment to the virgins, spreading them on his altar bed when his stamina returned while allowing a few strokes or swallows of his cock from the others in quick succession.

The floorboards of the shrine creaked as men and women waited, some already on their knees, for Jimin to gift them with his cock. He grinned at the debauchery of the worshippers getting a taste of the virginal ass or pussy he had previously fucked, allowing their eager mouths clean him and get him nice and ready for the next one.

As Jimin fucked a pretty virgin whose name he had already forgotten, gently rubbing her clit to make them cum in tandem, he couldn't help but think about his position of power.

Sure it was crops and prayers for health and happiness, but what could the future hold with a village so willing to be used and manipulated? Jimin grinned, thinking of the possibilities as he pulled out of his worshiper and made his way to the cabinet for the tincture. As he counted the seconds on the clock while Namjoon eagerly dropped to his knees and sucked his cock clean, Jimin began to imagine more ways to further isolate his people from the outside world.

Anything to make them so committed to their faith. Anything to keep them so good for him.

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jhsplus · 1 year

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Cheonsa ( 이천사 )

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— summary ; she was an angel craving chaos, adventure, and they were demons seeking peace, a quiet home. how much more could they ask for? a lot, apparently.

— pairing ; ot7!ceo!bts x fem!entrepreneur!oc

— genre ; hurt/comfort, angst, romance, strangers to friends to lovers, business,

— word count ; 491

— warnings ; none

— side notes ; this was a quick little write of a preview but i can’t wait until i find enough time to write out the rest of the series!! i love it already 🤭

— series playlist ; cheonsa

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“You have some toothpaste on your lips, unnie.” Hanuel giggled, pointing at the woman who had entered the kitchen connected to the living room. “You’re such a messy brusher!” She taunted, laughing as she tuned out the cartoon playing loudly on her iPad.

Solji snickered, wiping the white paste off the corner of her mouth with her index finger before sucking on it. “Yeah,” she looked at Sunmi who hid a grin behind her hand, “i forget what i’m doing sometimes and get it everywhere.” She chuckles as Jongdae walked into the kitchen behind her. He winked at her, lightly tapping her behind as he went past.

Sunmi grimaced mockingly as she stared out of the large window, her face resting against her open palm. The penthouse was high above the settlement of the city of Seoul, curtesy of being two famous and well-looked-out-for entrepreneurs. They traveled quite a lot, having fun with one another while doing their job and Sunmi was left rest assured of her daughter’s situation as Jongdae took care of her whenever they went on trips across the globe. The day before they had arrived back in South Korea after touring Dubai, a beautiful wealthy country where the rich were kept well fed due to the oil percentages underneath their grounds, Sunmi had finally realised how much she travelled for work, but not herself. It really changed her prospective on her life in general.

A bored hum left her pink lips as the corners of her mouth twitched downward. The life she lived was prosperous, beautiful, full of good times, and hardships (leaving her sister behind, not staying in one place for long — besides for vacation or relaxation time — and so on), but there were faults in this life she lived that she couldn’t press her perfectly, recently manicured nails (done up in Dubai, of course — nothing like self-care to bring her spirits up) on. She craved an adventure, something more than this schedule she had; it was almost like her life was a chore, not a life.

Seol Sunmi needed a change, and quick.

“Noona, we should get a ferret.”

Not that kind of change.

An idea popped up in her head as she looked at the two adults conversing in the kitchen, smiles and small, short laughter shared between the two. Sunmi glanced at her daughter, who’s doe eyes were entranced by the flashing colours and squeaky voices of the characters on the small screen of her iPad in front of her.

She smirked, eyes darting between her best friend and her boyfriend.

“Hey, Hannie,” Sunmi grinned, gazing down at the small girl who stared up at her, “You wanna go on an adventure?”

Hanuel jumped up, her mother grabbing the iPad before it could drop to the floor, and chanted. “Adventure! Adventure! Adventure!” She shrieked in delight.

Solji gave the girl a look, whereas Jongdae made eye contact with Sunmi, who raised her eyebrows as she motioned to Solji with her eyes. He huffed.

Yeah, and an interesting adventure it will be.

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🌺 Promise Flower | PJM 🌺

Synopsis: Jimin is a popular dance student and the best one at his university. Mina is a photography student and has known Jimin since high school. An idea for a photo project finds Mina getting closer to him than she ever has before. She learns how big his heart is, but also learns how closely he guards it. Every time she thinks he'll let her in, he pulls away again. Is it even worth the trouble?

Pairing: college student!Jimin x fem!oc

Warnings: depression, anxiety, panic attacks, alcoholism

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|| Ch. 30: Just Dance ||

I learned that my parents had no idea Ryan was bailed out. A bit of research on their part found that an old friend of his bailed him out. An old friend who is part of the reason why Ryan started his criminal career many moons ago.

Keri and Lilly are safe, still living in a shelter an hour away from me. I hope to get a chance to visit them soon now that finals are over. I’ve been texting Keri and getting updates on Lilly and honestly I can’t wait to hold her again.

Ryan has been sitting in jail without bail since they realized he’s a flight risk. In the meantime I’ve been able to get a restraining order against him. If for whatever reason he gets out again he’s not allowed within 100 feet of me. I feel a little better now that that’s done.

Jimin is gearing up for his summer class that he agreed to teach solo. It’s a much more fast paced class since it’s 8 weeks long rather than the usual 15-16. As before, his class will have a performance at the end of the term, and I think he may pull his hair out before the term even starts.

On top of that he still hasn’t been cleared by his doctor to dance. It seems he’s been feeling more pressured since then. He’s been putting all of his energy into his class performance this time around. He’s working hard on choreography and even harder on strengthening his leg. He says his doctor told him he’s close, but not quite there yet. He’s starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel and he’s beyond ready to continue his passion on stage.

We’re all on track to graduate next spring so I decided not to enroll in any summer courses. I know I’ll probably be stressed out all year so I want to take the summer to just relax a bit. Plus, after this year I feel like I definitely need a break.

Tae decided to take one film class over the summer as an elective. He really enjoys it and I think he does amazing working with film. I see him less but he always comes by occasionally to show me what he’s working on and eat my snacks.

Jin and I are nearing the end of our lease and we haven’t fully decided if we’ll renew or not. Actually I don’t plan on going anywhere so I have no problem renewing my lease.

Jin on the other hand is unsure of what he wants to do. He recently signed a contract with an entertainment company that got him cast in a small but important role in a new drama. He’s toying with the idea of dropping out of school completely to focus on that. If he does then he’ll move closer to his new agency and I would have to find a new roommate.

I don’t want Jin to leave school for selfish reasons, but honestly I’m happy for him. If he gets the chance to drop out and make it big then I encourage it, he’s amazing at what he does.

Finding a new roommate would be easy if I could get Jimin to move in with me. But I’m not sure he’d leave Hoseok without a roommate. They’re both very close and are like roommate soulmates. I doubt he’d leave Hoseok behind so I don’t even bother to ask. I’ll just continue holding out hope that Jin will stick around just one more year.

After midterms I decide that Jimin and I should go out. While he’s been on campus working day in and day out I’ve been doing freelance work, mostly weddings and small events. Still it’s not enough to keep me fully occupied during the times that Jimin is gone. I’m starting to miss him quite a bit so I decided we would have date night this weekend.

We start our evening at an arcade for some friendly competition. We decide to make a bet where we’ll play various games and whoever loses the most games will have to buy dinner the next time we go out. That makes the friendly part of the competition a little less friendly.

He beats me at air hockey and basketball but that’s where his win streak ends. I beat him with ease at Guitar Hero and surprisingly I win at Dance Dance Revolution as well. We play a few racing games and I walk away with a clear win. Afterwards we go to a Korean BBQ restaurant where I relish in my victory.

“I can’t believe I beat the worlds best dancer at DDR!” I tease.

“That game isn’t even real dancing!” Jimin pouts.

“Don’t be mad because you lost,” I chuckle. “So where are you going to take me for dinner as your punishment?”

“McDonald’s,” he smirks.

“Fuck you!” I huff.

“Don’t worry,” he says giggling. “I’ll take you somewhere special.”

“Oh yeah? Where?”

“It’s a surprise,” he winks. “Maybe after my class’s show at the end of the term? You’re going to be there right?”

“Of course I’ll be there.” He’s only asked me about 5000 times the past week. I know I missed his last show, but I wouldn’t miss this one for the world.

“Promise?”

“Yes, baby. I’ve promised many times. Do you think I wouldn’t be there?”

“No,” he looks away shyly. “This one is just…special. I worked really hard on the choreography and I want you to see it.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be there no matter what.”

“I’ll take you somewhere nice to eat after.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

When we finish our dinner we go for a short stroll down the street hand in hand. We decide to stop at a nearby food truck selling ice cream and get ourselves a couple of cones.

It’s a nice evening and I just enjoy getting to go out and spend time with him. For the first time since the summer began his face has been lit up just the way it used to always do before he started stressing himself out with teaching.

“So Jin texted me this morning,” I say as we finish up our ice cream on a nearby bench.

“How’s his shooting going?” Jimin asks.

“It’s going great. So great that he decided he won’t be staying in school.” I smile with my head down at the bittersweet reality. “I’m happy for him, but…now I have to find a new roommate.”

I look to Jimin hoping maybe he takes the hint. Maybe he’ll suggest moving in with me so I won’t have to. You would think by now I’d learn to be direct with him, but I’m afraid of putting him in an odd position if he has no desire to leave Hoseok.

“That’s good for him,” he says smiling. “I knew he would make it big. How soon will you need to find a roommate?”

“Our lease ends next month so hopefully I can find someone to move in soon after.”

“You will,” he says giving his bright enthusiastic smile. “I know you will.” He gives me a sweet kiss on my cheek and I can’t help but blush. I don’t know how but whoever I end up rooming with is going to have to get used to him being around all the time.

We remain cuddled on the bench a little longer after finishing our ice cream. I live for the moments when I can rest in his arms and feel so safe and warm. He holds me tightly as if I were to fly away and peppers my face with soft kisses. He’s so gentle and delicate with the way he touches me. The way he handles me like a precious porcelain doll. I couldn’t ask for a better man to be in love with.

Our date night proved to be just the break Jimin needed to power through the rest of this summer term. He’s been happier and brighter each day. There’s less stress and he’s filled with excitement. For what I’m not too sure. He says he’s happy for his class’s performance this weekend. He’s happy that practices are going smoothly. And he says he’s happy to take me out somewhere special afterwards. I don’t know what special restaurant he has in mind, but he insisted on even picking my outfit for the night.

The day of the show he goes through my closet looking for an outfit he finds suitable. I sit on my bed laughing at him every time he comes across another piece of clothing that I’ve stolen from him.

“I was looking for this shirt!” He says pulling one of his t-shirts off the hanger. “How do you have so much of my stuff??” He laughs.

“You leave me unsupervised way too much,” I giggle.

“I guess I’ll have to watch you closer from now on.”

“I’m still going to steal your stuff,” I say with a smirk and a shrug.

He keeps digging through my closet finally pulling out a purple dress that unsurprisingly still has the tags on it.

“This is perfect,” he says giving the dress to me.

“This? Why?”

“You said dresses are for special occasions. This is a special occasion.” He goes back into my closet and pulls out a pair of silver strappy heels. “These too.”

“This is all so…fancy. Are you about to propose to me or something?” I joke.

“Do you want me to?”

“Don’t play games with my little heart,” I laugh. Although if he wanted to propose to me right now I sure as hell wouldn’t say no.

We get to the auditorium and I take my seat right up front where Jimin says he has reserved just for me. Afterwards he heads backstage with his class while I read the program for the night in my seat.

Since this is the summer term there’s less performances than there would be after a full spring or fall semester. There’s only two other classes performing, followed by Jimin’s class at the end. But I also couldn’t help but notice a performance listed after his class.

It doesn’t have much information other than it’s a performance by a special guest. Maybe this is what had him so excited? I know he’s well connected with people from all corners of the dancing world.

Plus there’s also Hoseok who’s a celebrity dancer himself, even more so now since his crew made it to the finals of a national competition last month. They may not have won in the end, but social media has been buzzing with pictures and videos of this “amazing breakout dance crew” and their eye catching leader.

Maybe he got Hoseok to perform, that would definitely be a great surprise for everyone. Hoseok and Jimin are so close they can talk each other into doing anything. I can imagine Jimin giving Hoseok one pouty look and instantly getting whatever he wants out of him.

Whoever it is I’m excited to see the whole show. I wish I had my camera, I absolutely love getting photos of performers, but I was forbidden by Jimin. He says someone will already be there taking photos and videos so I won’t need to. He also says I can’t focus on the show if I’m too busy taking photos. So just this once (again) I let his pouty beak talk me into letting him have his way.

The show finally gets started, first with an introduction from the head of the dance department. He keeps it brief but expresses how proud he is of all the students and instructors, and how excited he is about the upcoming year.

Next the first class steps on stage for their performance. Their instructor starts by introducing the 8 dancers and explaining the concept of their routine. This class is made up of first year students and even one student who only just graduated high school and was accepted into the summer course based on his dance accomplishments in high school.

The concept of their performance is based around perfecting the basics and fundamentals. I’m not sure how they consider this basic, because once the track starts and they begin dancing it looks anything but basic. They’re dancing to a medley of songs of different genres. It looks like a challenging routine and I wonder how they all make it to the end flawlessly and without dripping pools of sweat.

The second class is made up of intermediate level hip hop dancers. There’s 10 students in this class and their performance is an anthology of hip hop music from the 80s to present day. It’s a high energy performance and the entire crowd is bouncing along to the music. Every pop and lock is precise and on point with every beat of the music. It’s a fun and incredible show to the very end of their routine.

Finally Jimin comes out to introduce his class. He looks nervous but also incredibly handsome. I give him a big proud smile to help him feel more at ease. He smiles back at me and takes a deep breath before speaking to the crowd. He introduces his 7 students who are intermediate contemporary dancers.

“The theme of this routine is life,” he says. “How precious and fulfilling it can be, but also how fragile and painful it can be. This is Life.”He steps to the side and his class begins their routine once the soft orchestral music begins playing.

Their moves are hypnotizing and so perfectly in sync with the music. So much emotion can be felt in each formation that the group breaks into. There are points of the routine where together their bodies create optical illusions that blow me away. Everything is so well coordinated and the teamwork between the students is perfect. It has to be, this routine clearly relies a lot on everyone moving together in order for the visuals to work.

I look over at Jimin at the side of the stage and he’s fully encapsulated in the performance. I can see him silently counting steps and nodding in satisfaction at various points. His hard work has paid off in this amazing performance and I couldn’t be more proud. It’s clear why he wanted to make sure I didn’t miss this one, he’s done an incredible job putting this entire choreography together.

At the end they all take their bow and I blow many kisses Jimin’s way. He’s smiling and blushing but that only makes me blow more kisses at him. His class leaves the stage but instead of leaving with them, he walks up to the microphone and begins speaking.

“So,” he starts sounding more nervous than he did introducing his class. “As some of you may know, I tore my acl during the fall semester. It’s been very difficult dealing with recovery and being unable to dance for so long. Longer than I’ve ever gone without dancing since I started at the age of 6.” He takes another deep grounding breath before continuing. “I don’t think I would have made it this far without the amazing people that supported me when I was at my lowest. My family and my friends, the entire dance department, everyone has given me the strength to carry on and not give up.”

He’s fighting tears now. My baby is getting emotional and it’s taking everything in me to not run up on stage to pull him into a big loving hug. I know everything he’s been through during this time and I just hope he knows how much he’s grown.

“This next special performance is something I want to dedicate to everyone who stood by my side. But most importantly, I want to dedicate this to my better half, Mina.” He looks my way and smiles. “Thank you for being there. For being my rock. For talking sense into me when I’m being unreasonable. And for loving me.” He looks back towards the crowd and continues. “I got some help from a great friend who I owe so much for doing this for me. Please enjoy this performance titled Love.”

He steps off leaving the stage completely. The lights dim and a few people roll a piano out to the back of the stage. A shadowy figure steps up to piano and takes a seat. When the spotlight shines towards him I realize it’s Yoongi.

The enigma himself has made an appearance and the crowd is audibly excited about this special guest. Typically he disappears over the summer and pops back up with a new writing or producing credit added to his repertoire. He could be anywhere doing anything right now, but just as I noticed when he came up with the idea for the benefit concert for Jimin, he has a heart of gold. Not to mention he has to know how much of a celebrity he is, anyone would pay to see him but he’s doing this for free for his friend.

He begins playing a song soft and slow at first. It’s takes a moment before I realize this is the song that Jimin was going to dance to for his recital before he got hurt. He worked hard creating and redoing his choreography for this song. The song itself is light and beautiful, Yoongi plays the notes so smoothly it feels as if he barely even touches the keys.

A moment later someone steps out onto the stage wearing a black, almost completely sheer outfit. The spotlight stays on Yoongi though as the dancer begins dancing slowly and smoothly across the shadows of the stage.

His body moves and bends in ways that make my joints hurts just watching. He shows incredible strength with thighs as thick and strong as they’ve always been. Maybe stronger. Jimin’s stomach, which I’ve committed to memory by now, is too much for the sheer top he’s wearing. My eyes trace every ab, every ridge of his biceps, all the way around to his back as he spins around to the music.

Watching Jimin dance has always been mesmerizing, even in high school his ability to capture the audience is unmatched. I’ve missed watching him dance.

I’m watching him dance.

Jimin is dancing.

Holy shit.

Jimin is on stage dancing.

My jaw hits the floor as the spotlight moves away from Yoongi and shines on Jimin confirming that I’m not hallucinating. He’s gliding across the stage as if he had never been injured. His face looks focused and determined, but his moves are loose and relaxed.

The song picks up and his moves intensify quickly. It’s a powerful performance and I can’t help but shed a tear at the fact that he dedicated this to me and called it Love.

At one point he pulls a rose from I swear out of his ass, and dances across the stage where he places in front of a stuffed cat I didn’t even realize was there. It’s Blossom. The calico cat I bought him at the hospital. The cat he left on his bed everyday since. The cat that we joked was our child once we began officially dating. The cat he would send me selfies with whenever I wasn’t with him.

Through my tears I try watching on as he floats on every note that Yoongi finesses out of the piano. Jimin does one more turn and a shower of purple confetti erupts around him. It’s grand and beautiful and I’m crying so much.

He and Yoongi stand at the front of the stage looking out to the standing ovation that’s erupted throughout the crowd. Somehow I’m standing, though my legs are weak from the overwhelming emotions I’m feeling.

Jimin gives Yoongi a big hug which causes him to turn bright red, though his gummy smile gives away how much he appreciates it. Jimin pulls out another rose from thin air and I make a mental note that I need to ask him when he became a magician, because how the fuck?

He comes off the stage and walks towards me holding the rose out.

“For you, my love,” he says wrapping his arms around me.

“I love you so much,” I say giving him a kiss. “I’m so proud of you, baby.”

In this very moment I felt everything disappear. Everything ceased to exist around us. The only people on this planet are me and Jimin. There’s no crowd. No stage. No auditorium. No one pulling Jimin away for photos or an interview. No one asking me questions about our relationship. No one insisting that we stand on stage together for a photo for the newspaper.

No, even as we make our way to the special restaurant Jimin has in store for me there are no other cars on the road. There’s no one in the steakhouse on the top floor of one of the skyscrapers in the city. I hardly even notice the server who takes our order and delivers drinks and fresh bread.

I notice only Jimin. I see, I hear, I feel only Jimin.

“So,” Jimin says. “What did you think?”

“I…it was…baby, it was everything to me.” I struggle because there really are no words to describe the way I feel right now. “How…I mean were you cleared to dance? Babe, oh my god were you supposed to do all of that?” It took this long for me to remember he’s not supposed to be dancing yet. I was so taken by his performance that I forgot he’s still supposed to be recovering.

“It’s ok,” Jimin chuckles reaching across the table to hold my hands. “I was actually cleared a month ago.”

“A month ago??”

“I was going to tell you, but then I got this idea to surprise you instead.” He smiles, gently squeezing my hands. “I wanted to dedicate my comeback to you so it worked out.”

“My love,” I whisper through tears.

“Also,” he says hesitantly. He takes a breath. “I wanted to ask you…what if I maybe…moved my stuff into your place? Like, if it was my place?”

“Jimin,” I laugh. He’s too cute for words and it only makes it harder for me to hold back my tears. “Are you asking to move in with me?”

“I mean only if you want me too. It’s your place so it’s up to you. I just thought, cause Hoseok is moving out so…I kind of need a roommate too so maybe-“

“Yes you can move in with me! My sweet baby Jiminie, I thought you would never ask!”

“I just wasn’t sure,” he says shyly. “You never asked so…”

“Well I didn’t ask because I didn’t think you would leave Hoseok, but he’s moving out?”

“Yeah he told me yesterday that he’ll be spending the next year abroad so he’ll be moving out soon.”

“That’s perfect,” I say trying to not make it sound like I’m too happy about Hoseok leaving. I’m just happy he’s created the opportunity for Jimin and I to move in together.

“You won’t get tired of me?” He asks smirking.

“I should be asking you that,” I laugh. “How many times will you clean up my vomit before you move back out?”

“On second thought, I don’t think this will work out,” he giggles hysterically as I playfully threaten to throw my knife at him. “I’m kidding, babe,” he laughs. “If that’s what I have to do to take care of you then I’ll do it over and over again.”

“I would do the same for you too, my love.”

“Really?” He asks with a big bright smile. “You promise?” He asks raising his tiny pinky finger.

I raise my pinky and link it tightly with his. Tight enough for him to know how much I mean it.

“Promise.”

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sopefulheart · 3 months

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jimin x oc on a date

It’s a chilly winter night in Seoul.

Jimin and his girlfriend are currently sitting outside at a restaurant, never mind the fact it’s thirty degrees out. They tried to get hot chocolate to warm their insides up but it ended up getting cold in five minutes.

The small nature of his body doesn’t help and now he finds himself hugging himself, desperately trying to get warm.

“Jiminie,” she says, a hint of concern in her voice. “Are you okay?”

He shakes his head and shudders. “M’cold. So cold.”

“You wanna go home?”

“No,” he whines. “Wanna stay here and eat with you.”

She pulls her chair around to where Jimin’s sitting.

“What are you-“

She sits and takes Jimin in her warm embrace, her fur coat warming his skin immediately.

He smiles. “You’re like a giant teddy bear, noona.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she says. Giggling softly, she squeezes him tight before he takes another bite of his pork.

She watches him eat for a while, not saying anything while he does so. He quickly catches on and glances back at her, confused.

“What?”

“So small,” she boops his nose. “You’re so cute.”

Jimin blushes and laughs softly. He looks over at her warm food, thinking about how cold it’ll be in five minutes. “Don’t you wanna eat?”

“I can wait for you to finish.”

His smile fades quickly. “Oh, noona-“

“It’s okay, Jiminie. I can always take it home and eat.”

“But everyone knows leftovers aren’t as good as fresh food,” he replies quickly.

“I love you too much. You were talking about how hungry you were on the way here.”

“Yeah…”

“And the faster you eat the faster I can eat, right?”

This realization makes him start eating again while his girlfriend watches him, an endeared expression on her face.

Once they’re both done eating a little while later, Jimin lays back in his girlfriend’s arms as they people-watch. They never have to talk to make it enjoyable, they just love being in each other's company.

“Jiminie, you wanna go home now? We can watch a movie and cuddle and be warm and comfortable.”

He nods excitedly.

And once they get a container for her leftovers, they leave the restaurant hand in hand. The walk back to the apartment isn’t far, and they enjoy every moment they spend with each other.

Once they get back, they each get into their version of comfy pajamas (those really fluffy sets that make you toasty). They break out red wine and crackers (something to nibble on, said Jimin) and cuddle in front of the TV.

In the middle of the movie, Jimin gives her an innocent kiss.

“What was that for?”

He shrugs and does it again, this time more eager but not trying anything more. She’s surprised but returns the kiss, being the one to turn it into something less innocent by licking into his mouth.

Jimin grabs her cheek, half his warm hand covered by the sleeve of his pajama shirt. She adjusts her position too, grabbing onto his small waist with warm hands burning through his shirt.

She swallows his whimper at the touch, their lips parting slightly for a gasp of air then pressing together again.

He hums and parts his lips from hers and down to her jawline and neck, taking the reins for now. He nips ever so gently at her neck, but she wants more and she lets it be known.

“Jiminie,” she gasps.

He scrapes teeth at the spot, taking pleasure in her whining for more. Licking at her neck a little, he keeps the kisses going.

“Fuck,” she whines, her voice strained.

“Noona,” he says. He smirks ever so cunningly, lips still on her skin and teasing her.

“You know what I want.”

He hums. “Do I?”

“You’re enjoying this a little too much.”

Jimin nips. The whimper that comes out is a little too loud for what they're doing here.

He looks up at her and she looks just as surprised. “Wow.”

“Jesus.” She blushes, quite embarrassed. “Shut up, Jiminie.”

“Want me to do it again?”

She hangs her head and smiles. “God you’re so…”

“What?”

“You act so small and little and tiny and then you go and do this behind closed doors and make me seem like the small innocent little deer that you are.”

He tilts his head.

“Like that,” she says.

Jimin wistfully sighs and trails a finger down her jawline. “Oh noona, I love you.”

“I love you.”

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 3 months

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Still With You | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter Eight

Summary: After Jungkook's outburst Jin gives you a ride home and assures you everything will work out just fine...until you find something unexpected on your doorstep throwing you for a loop Pairing : Luna (reader) x Jungkook and Jimin, f2l love triangle Word Count: 4k~ Warnings: Explicit language, an argument and a depiction of a panic attack (nothing crazy) a/n: horribly edited but hopefully this will hold you over till I come out with my next update 😅 Start from the beginning

"Jungkook stop I didn't mean it. I just..." I call out trying my best to catch up.

"You just what? Want to continue to string me along? Keep me waiting for you? Luna I love you, I've loved you for years. So excuse me for feeling fucked up seeing you with other guys. I want to be with you and knowing that you might not feel the same is killing me" he says cutting me off before I can explain myself.

"Jungkook please, don't do this. It's been a day, one fucking day since you told me. So excuse me if I'm asking for more time before making this kind of decision. This is exactly what I was afraid of! I don't want this to tear us apart, and from the way you've been acting it's just making my decision so much harder" I say showing him how serious this situation is.

"Jungkook I love you too, so much...". "Then why can't we-" he says eagerly jumping in. "I wasn't finished" I say regaining control. "...but maybe we should spend some time apart" I say looking down, now feeling unsure of myself.

"I know you've told me that you're feeling insecure being in this sort of situation and maybe you were right. Maybe you shouldn't have brought me here. I just... I need some time to process this, you're not just some guy that I'm okay with never seeing again after one failed date. You're my best friend, I care about you. I care about you so fucking much that I can't stand the thought of losing you" I say, my voice cracking.

"Jungkook I'm scared, I'm so fucking scared and I don't want to mess this up. I couldn't even imagine what my life would look like if it didn't have you in it. So please, just let me think about this for a little while and then we can work this out... together" I say grabbing his hand.

He returns my firm grasp on his hand but can't seem to look me in the eye. "Hey" I say tilting my face down towards the spot he's looking at. "Jungkook talk to me...please" I say feeling uncertain of my decision.

"You said we could figure this out together, yet you're trying to push me away. Luna what do you want from me? You want me to just act happy and make things go back to normal? I've been doing that for years and I don't think I can keep pretending" he says letting go of my hand.

"Is everything okay over here?" I hear Namjoon ask behind us. "Everything is fine" Jungkook says before giving me an expression that has so many emotions hidden behind it and turns to walk away. Before I can try to go after him again Namjoon takes a hold of my wrist. "I'll talk to him" he says simply and jogs to catch up with him.

I stand there downtrodden before I jump slightly, feeling someone's hand on my shoulder. "It's okay it's just me" I hear Jin say as I turn around to face him. "Are you okay?" he asks, genuinely concerned. "Did all of you guys hear that?" I say wiping away some stray tears. "Not all of us, Namjoon and I were the only ones who followed you" he says with a sad smile.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" he asks and I drop my head avoiding his eye contact. "No...but do you think one of you guys could give me a ride home? I don't think Jungkook is really in the mood to speak to me right now" I relay, never thinking I would ever have to say something like that. "Of course, let me go grab my keys" he says, patting my shoulder, I'm sure in an effort to reassure me that everything is going to be okay before running back to the arcade.

I stand against the railing to look out and watch the moonlight reflect on the surface of the water, hoping and praying I did the right thing but the pit in my stomach says otherwise.

"Are you ready to go?" I hear Jin say as he makes his way back, my mind having trailed off for a while. "Yeah" I say plainly but make no moves to leave. "You guys are gonna work it out. Jungkook can get a little, emotional sometimes but I know it's only because he cares about you" he says walking over to me and giving my shoulder a friendly bump with his.

"I know but I'm just scared that if things change between us..." I pause trying to gather my thoughts. "If we get into a relationship with each other is he gonna start acting like this? Then again if we don't end up together and I decide to date someone else is he going to end our friendship? Jin this is just too much" I say letting my head droop.

"I think you both need some time to really think this through. Like you said this is a big decision and it shouldn't be taken lightly. You've both become a constant in each other's lives so it's important that you think things through" we stand there in silence for a few more moments before he gives my shoulder another light bump.

"Come on, let's get you home. Jungkook would kill me if I let you stay out too late and you caught a cold" he says, laughing at his possible reaction. I silently follow behind him getting lost in thought again until we reach the car and he has me put my address in his phone.

After sitting in silence for a while I jump when I hear Jin's phone ringing through the speakers. Namjoon's name flashes on screen so Jin doesn't hesitate to answer. "How's he doing?" Jin opens with. "He'll be alright, I think we all just teased him a little too much. Are you guys still here or are you taking Luna home?" I take that opportunity to jump in to answer.

"Hey Joon he's taking me home right now. Is he really okay? I didn't mean to hurt him I just-" "Hey don't worry about it okay? He's gonna be fine. Just give him some time to cool off, I'm sure you guys will be able to work this out" he cuts me off in an effort to soothe my anxiety. I nod my head hoping he'll take my silence as an answer. Jin continues the conversation with Joon for a little bit and I let the sounds of their voices drown out as I watch the scenery go by.

"Luna" I hear Jin say, calling me out of my thoughts. "I'm sorry did you say something?" I ask, hoping he knows that I wasn't trying to ignore him. "Are you hungry?" he asks with a smile on his face. "Because I'm starving" he continues. I smile at his enthusiasm and can't help but agree with him. "You know now that you mention it I could really go for a burger" I say offering up a suggestion. "A burgers it is!" he agrees, satisfied with our conclusion.

As we get closer to the city he turns the navigation off and we start to make our way to the burger joint. Once we're there Jin runs inside to grab our order and comes back with a huge bag of food.

"What did you get? One of everything?" I ask laughing at his excited face. "No..." he denies looking guilty and I just laugh in response. He drives us to a place with a beautiful view and we sit there in silence for a while, enjoying our food quietly. "So how did you meet Jungkook?" he asks clearing his throat after a rather huge bite of his second burger. I smile at his cute chubby cheeks filling up with more food a moment later.

"It's a long story but, we grew up together. We met at a park in our neighborhood one day and we just decided to meet back up at the same time everyday after that and I guess the rest is history. We've been inseparable since" I say with a melancholy feeling in my heart.

"Did you ever think that you might've had a crush on him when you were younger?" he continues as he picks up his milkshake to take a drink. "I don't know, maybe. I knew once we got a little older that he was cute, like I'm not blind but I guess I was too insecure that I didn't think he would ever see me as someone other than a friend. So I gave up early" I answer starting to lose my appetite.

I take a sip of my Sprite and let out a big sigh, looking out at the city lights. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable" He says leaning his head forward trying to catch my gaze. "No it's okay, it's just the past few days have been exhausting on all fronts and so I'm just not sure how I should feel about anything. All I know is that I miss him and I really don't want to mess this up" I say hanging my head.

"You miss him? You saw him like 2 hours ago" he teases, trying to lighten up the mood. "I know but hate it when we fight and the fact that my decision determines our relationship going forward scares the fuck out of me" I say leaning my head back on the headrest and running my fingers through my hair.

"Although Jungkook is an impatient brat most of the time I know he'll give you your space to get your feelings in order. At the end of the day he loves you and wants the best for you so don't forget that. He wouldn't want you to force yourself to do something you don't want to do so don't over think it" he finishes.

"You realize you just told someone who has anxiety not to overthink something that could change the course of their life right?" I say with a deadpan expression. He looks at me with wide eyes and an open mouth not really sure what to say. I let a smile crack a bit and he lets out a breath and laughs nervously. "It's okay I know you mean well, I've just gotta take a breather" I reassure, taking the pressure off him.

We sit in silence for a while, both looking out at the view and I take in a deep breath before turning towards him. "Do you think you could take me home? I'm getting really tired." I say with a slight smile. "Sure of course, just put in your address again and we'll head out" he says turning on the car and backing up to make our way back to the main road. I motion for the area he can drop me off at once we pull up to my place and he parks his car for a second.

"Hey can I have your phone for a second?" he asks and I hand it to him unlocking it beforehand. "There's my number. Call me if you need anything okay? Jungkook's my friend, but you are too" he says giving me a genuine smile.

"Text me so I have your number and don't stay up too late!" he says like the caring older brother that I know he has already become for me. "See you soon, let me know when you get home" I say waving him off as he drives away.

I turn around and make my way to my apartment where I see a red envelope addressed to me on my doorstep. After taking a quick look around I pick it up before unlocking my door and getting inside.

I place my bag and phone down on the kitchen table after taking my shoes off at the front door and walk towards my couch to sit down while looking over the envelop curiously.

I open it and immediately drop it and its contents all over the floor. Inside are pictures and polaroids of me, Grey and Jungkook. Some at work, others in the park or at the mall and even where Jungkook and I had been when he kissed me last night.

There are even ones from today of us at the arcade with Jungkook's friends and one of Jin and I in his car. Which means, whoever the fuck did this is still close.

I run towards my door and take a quick glance outside into the hallway and the window at the end of it but I can't find anyone. I hurry back into my apartment and close the door, feeling my breathing pick up as I slide my back along it. Tears start brimming in my eyes, threatening to fall but I pick myself up off the floor and rush to the table to get my phone and open my recent texts and hit call.

"Noona?" I hear Jimin say on the other line. I whimper as I try to clear my throat and keep my voice level. I open my mouth to say something but sob instead, feeling all the emotions flood to the surface.

"Noona are you okay? Where are you?" he says voice full of concern.

"I'm sorry Jimin I didn't mean to call you" I explain through cries.

"No it's okay don't worry about it. What's wrong, are you hurt? Where are you?" he continues hoping to figure out how to help me.

"I'm home it's just-" I say, a sob cutting me off.

"Do you want me to come over?" he asks and I can hear him get up and grab his keys leaving me whimpering in agreement, hoping he'll get here soon.

"Okay send me your location. I'm on my way" he says and I hang up, sending him my live location and while he's on his way over here I send him the code to my door so he can come right in.

Ten minutes later I hear him unlock the door and he rushes over to where I'm sitting and crying on the floor. "Noona what's wrong?" he says not really knowing how to comfort me. I lean into him and he takes that as the okay to wrap his arms around me.

I start crying even more now that he's here and he does his best to soothe me by rubbing my back and once the sobs turn into sniffles and my breathing comes back down to normal I feel him push me away the tiniest bit so he can look at me.

"Hey" he says with a smile and does his best to wipe the tears off my cheeks and smooth my hair back from my face. "Hey" I say in return, not being able to make eye contact just yet.

"Do you want some water?" he asks still rubbing my back hoping to encourage me to take deep breaths. I nod my head and he stands up, helping me up as well and walks me over to the couch before he grabs a water bottle out of the fridge.

I mumble a quick thank you and gulp down half of it, not realizing how thirsty I had been until now. "Do you wanna talk about it?" he asks, grabbing one of my hands and I hesitate for a second but I lean down and pick up the pictures that are all over the floor and lay them out on the coffee table.

"What are these?" he asks, brows pinched together while looking at all the photos with a puzzled expression, eyes glancing over every picture for a second or two before he gets to a picture of Jungkook and I kissing today with 'I'm Watching You' scrawled out across it with Jungkook's face scratched out along with the rest of them.

"Who would do this?" he whispers more to himself, mixed emotions flooding his features. "I don't know, I just showed up and it was sitting outside my door" I say motioning towards it. "Has this ever happened to you before?" he asks searching my face for any tells. "No not at all, I have no idea who this would've come from" I say shaking my head.

He nods and picks up the picture with the note on it to take a closer look at Jungkook and I in the intimate embrace. I take the picture out of his hand and collect the rest of them, putting them back into the envelope.

"Who's that?" he asks, trying to sound neutral but I can clearly see that he's hurting. "Um he's my friend" I say hoping we can move past it.

"Do you always kiss your friends like that?" he asks, nodding his head towards the the envelope. "Um, well no" I say looking away feeling somehow guilty. "So you're dating?" he continues, trying to figure out what Jungkook is to me. "No, but he wants to" I say owning up to it since he came all the way over here to help me.

He deserves some sort of explanation.

"You know that I want to date you too right?" he lets out, reminding me of the other night and I nod my head, feeling somewhat guilty for telling him he couldn't kiss me after laying all the cards on the table so to say.

"That picture was from today wasn't it?" he says taking note of the fact that my outfit matches the one in the picture. I nod my head again "Yeah it was" I confirm and he takes a deep breath, thinking for a second before saying what's been on his mind.

"Noona do I still have a chance with you? Because if I don't then please don't lead me on. I know we just met but I really like you" he says tilting my chin up so I can look at him. "I like you too, I just don't know how I feel about anything right now" I let out with a sigh. "Can you give me some time? I really just need to take a breather" I say hoping that he'll understand.

"Of course," he says giving me a sweet smile and pulls me into an embrace "take all the time you need". For some reason I feel my heart flutter at his response and compare it to Jungkook's outburst a few hours ago. I burry my face into his chest and take note of how comfortable I feel with him already, starting to relax in his embrace.

"Are you getting sleepy?" he ask finding me adorable and I hum in acknowledgement before I feel him pick me up and start walking over to my room. "Woah what are you doing?" I say wrapping my arms around his neck trying to keep myself from falling. "Taking you to bed" he says and smiles while walking into the room and then carefully sets me down on it.

"You know you didn't have to do that" I pout while I get under the covers. "I know, but I wanted to" he chuckles, brushing the hair off my face. He leans down and pauses for a moment but decides to give me a kiss on the forehead. I feel my heart flutter again at the action and watch as he pulls away and looks at me with a mixed expression.

"I should probably head back" he says straightening up and giving me space hoping that he hasn't made me uncomfortable. "Wait" I say and reach out to grab his hand. "Can you stay with me?" I ask tentatively, "I'm scared whoever might've left those might come back" I say hoping he'll stay.

He crouches down so he's eye level with me and gives my hand a squeeze. "Sure, I'll sleep out in the living room. Do you have an extra pillow and blanket?" he asks and runs his fingers through my hair. "Really?" I ask, so thankful he's going to stay as he nods his head in confirmation, "There's some in the closet over there" I say nodding towards it.

He smiles at me and straightens up, walks over to it and grabs what he might need for the night. He turns to go and I call out his name softly. He turns to me and waits for me to continue. "You are welcome to anything in the house okay, and..." I say training off a bit. "You're welcome" he says sweetly knowing what I was going to say and leaves closing the door.

I open my eyes and look around my room and realize that it's still dark outside. I turn and grab my phone to check the time and see that it's barely three o'clock in the morning. I put my phone back down on my nightstand and my eyes catch a glimpse out of my bedroom window.

I let them wander for a second until I notice the shadows start to blend into the shadow of a figure looking into my window. My breathing picks up and I feel myself starting to hyperventilate remembering the events from earlier tonight. The next thing I'm greeted with is Jimin in my room grabbing me and bringing me into an embrace.

I cling onto him and realize now that I'm crying and shaking and already spun up into another panic attack. He shushes me quietly and runs his hand through my hair in hopes of calming me down and I burry myself deeper into his hold, breathing in his sent and I slowly feel my breathing come back down to normal and the shaking has subsided leaving me feeling physically and emotionally spent.

"Are you okay?" he says starting to rub my back helping me ride out this wave. I nod my head and pull back from his embrace. "I'm sorry" I say and wipe away the remaining tears on my face. "Hey, don't ever say you're sorry, especially for things like this" he says while tucking my hair behind my ear.

"What happened?" he continues and tilts his head to the side trying to catch my glance. "My mind was playing tricks on me and I thought I saw someone watching me sleep through my window" I say while bringing my gaze back over to it. "I'm sorry I woke you up" I say feeling even more guilty, slowly coming back to my senses.

"What did I just say about saying sorry?" he says in a playful tone. "But I woke you up and I-" "Luna it's okay" he says cutting me off before I get started. "I came here to be with you. You needed someone and you called me, so let me help you okay?" he says and makes sure I keep eye contact with him this time. "Come here" he says and pulls me into a tight embrace.

We stay like that for a while and then he pulls away and offers to get me a glass of water again. "You gonna be okay in here?" he asks after I've finished the glass. "Could you... um" I start but hesitate. "Could I what?" he says tilting his head to the side. "Do you think you could come sleep next to me?" I ask timidly. He gives me a soft smile and walks over on the other side of the bed and gets under the covers without hesitating.

I scoot closer to him and tentatively lay my head on his chest which he welcomes and wraps an arm around me. "Is this okay?" I ask hoping I haven't been too forward with all of this. "It's perfect" he says and wraps his other arm around me pulling me even closer. "Goodnight Noona" he says and I feel the way his deep voice rumbles through his chest. "Goodnight Jimin" I mumble feeling myself drifting off to sleep again.

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sleekervae · 8 months

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So Good [0.6]

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pairing: KNJ x rockstar!oc

A/N: Hi everyone, sorry I've been away for a while. School is bogging me down and life had been wild, in both good and bad ways. I want to continue writing and despite my chronic writers' block, I ain't giving up too easily. Thank you all for your patience and trust that I will be updating more stories as I go!

word count: 2016

Purple text is Korean

Kimberly jumped when her phone suddenly rang beside her, disturbing the small nap she was trying to squeeze in her bunk. She grumbled as she turned over in the small enclosure, feeling around in the sheet while being rocked over and over in the tour bus.

"Kimberly! Your phone's ringing!" Maria suddenly shouted.

Kimberly rolled her eyes, "Gee! Thanks Maria!" finally she was able to fish it out, her heart leapt when Namjoon's name flashed across her screen. It would've been close to midnight in Seoul, and he hardly ever called her this late.

Pulling her bunk curtain tighter to its hook, she answered the call, "Hello?"

A voice cleared from the other end, unfamiliar to her, "H-Hey, Kimberly! How are you?" the voice was slurred, too light to be Namjoon but the twinge of his accent was slightly eerie.

"Um... who is this?" she asked, a pit of anxiousness bubbling in her gut. From what Chloe had told her, Korean idols had their contacts guarded mercilessly, and if Namjoon got in trouble for talking to her...

"Eh? It's Namjoon, what're you talking about?" the voice tittered, a faint song playing in the background. She relaxed only a little, her curiosity growing.

"Really?"

"Yeah!"

"... what tattoo do I have on my left forearm?" she asked.

The voice paused momentarily, grumbling to himself for a quick answer when she suddenly heard a more familiar exclamation.

" -- Dangsin-eun mwo haeyo? Nae jeonhwagileul jwo!"

The voice on the speaker suddenly changed in pitch, half-laughing-half-crying as he shouted, "Joesonghabnida! Joesonghabnida! Dowajuseyo!" and a scuffle ensued.

Kimberly was partly amused, partly concerned, waiting curiously until she heard Namjoon panting into the speaker, "I saekkiya! -- Kimberly? Kim?"

"H-Hi! Namjoon?"

"Hi," he panted, giving a short sigh, "I am so sorry about that,"

"No, no, that's okay," she chuckled, "Are you okay?"

"I'm good, I'm good. My friend's being an idiot," he replied. Kimberly could still hear laughter in the background, she found his startle quite endearing.

"It's okay, I promise," she replied, "Who was that, anyway?"

"Jackson. He's a friend of mine -- if not more of a shit disturber," he replied.

"It's nice to meet you, Kimberly!" he called out. Namjoon grumbled back in Korean, a cuss word she figured.

She laughed merrily, "Aw, tell him I say 'hi',"

"And boost his ego even more? Nah," he simpered back, "I hope we didn't disrupt anything,"

"You're all good," she assured him, "We're on our way to Krakow right now so we have an off day,"

"Oh, fantastic. Are you resting up?"

"As much as I can in a moving casket," her attention diverted to a furious hissing from the common area.

"Shit! I need help!" Chloe suddenly shouted, followed by the pattering of socked feet.

"Fucking shit, Chlo! We agreed not to heat up Alfredo sauce in the microwave!" Charlotte scolded.

Namjoon laughed, hearing the commotion from the end of his speaker, "Everything okay over there?" he asked.

Kimberly sighed heavily, shaking her head, "Oh, everything's fine. If I'm quiet enough they may believe I've gone back to sleep and won't bother me," she chuckled quietly.

Maria called from outside the bunk, "You know we can hear you, Kim!" she scolded, "... Hi Namjoon!"

"Hi Namjoon!" Charlotte echoed a moment later.

"Hi RM!" shouted Chloe.

Kimberly tittered, "The girls say 'hi',"

"Tell 'em I say 'hi' back -- what?" his voice drifted off, "Of course she is! Yeogiseo naga!" and there was another short scuffle over the speaker.

"What is going on over there?" Kimberly asked, her curiosity peeking, just imagining what bafoonery was taking place in Seoul.

Namjoon sighed, clearly dejected as muffled sniggers slipped out beside him, "Jackson wants to know if you're pretty. I'm so sorry,"

Kimberly had to press her lips to keep herself from laughing, her cheeks burning with the red smile curling across her face. She choked back a giggle as she answered, "I mean -- I think I am," she shrugged bashfully.

"Then what the hell are you doing with a guy like Namjoon?" Jackson suddenly called, laughing then as Kimberly could imagine the glare Namjoon was throwing his way.

"Ib damul-eo," Namjoon grumbled.

"Dangsin-eun nae sangsaga aniya," Jackson scolded back.

Meanwhile out in the common area, Charlotte and Chloe couldn't help but overhear Kimberly's conversation, all the while Charlotte was mopping up sauce on the counter and Chloe was cleaning sauce off of the floor.

"I think she talks to him more than talks to any of us," Chloe noted.

Charlotte simpered, "They talk maybe once or twice a week, Chloe,"

"Over voice, at least," Chloe replied, "... You think Darius knows that they talk that much?"

"I'm not even gonna go there," Charlotte replied, hoping that Kimberly couldn't hear them, "I told her to be careful from the get,"

Chloe shrugged back, "I'm just saying -- if Luke was away and you found out he was talking to a super famous pop star a few times a week, wouldn't you be worried?"

Charlotte held pause, staring down at the greasy countertop as Chloe's words sent a shiver through her. She knew exactly how she would feel if she was in a similar situation. Nevertheless, she turned back to Chloe, mustering as much confidence as she could.

"As far as I know, Kim's not doing anything wrong -- so I'm not gonna' lambast her for what we think could be happening,"

Chloe knew Charlotte didn't like confrontation, she never had and was extremely uncomfortable if she had to confront one of their friends. But Chloe wasn't stupid either; she was fearful that Kimberly was falling down a hole she nor the girls couldn't dig her out from.

Kimberly meanwhile was none the wiser to her friends' conversation, "What're you guys doing?"

"We're just sitting around, having a couple beers," he replied.

"With the other guys?" she asked.

"Nah, they're out doing their own thing tonight. Believe it or not, we don't always spend all our time together," he chuckled, hoping on the off chance he didn't sound condescending.

"Fair. Spend too much time with someone, some heads are gonna roll," Kimberly replied, then she brought her voice to a whisper, "Hence I'm hiding in my bunk so I don't have to deal with the Alfredo sauce from hell,"

Chloe suddenly hollered out, "I heard that Kimberly! Stop flirting with Namjoon and come help me!"

Kimberly rolled her eyes, pulling back the curtain and sticking her head out of her bunk, "We're not flirting!" she called back.

Charlotte sighed after, crouched down over a messy spill on the floor. A zesty, garlicky smell was beginning to fill the bus, "We just need a mop," she muttered, "Maria! Open the window in the back!"

"Already on it!" and Maria hopped out of her bunk.

Kimberly huffed, though Namjoon chuckled from the other end, "I take it you gotta go?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm so sorry," she replied.

"Don't be sorry. It's Jackson's fault, anyway," she could hear Jackson snap something back in Korean, much to her amusement.

"It's always a pleasure talking to you, don't be silly," she simpered, "I'll talk to you later, go have fun!"

Namjoon said his goodbyes and hung up the phone, his eyes lingering at his lock screen a moment more. Jackson meanwhile continued to sit and smirk up at his friend, much to Namjoon's annoyance.

"What are you smirking at?" he asked as he sat down, "And how did you know my passcode?"

"Don't be mad because I know your mom's birthday," he replied, "How long have you been talking to Kimberly?"

"A few months. She's nice," Namjoon muttered quickly.

Jackson scoffed, "So was Lim Ju-eun, she seemed very nice in your old posters,"

"Oh, leave me alone," Namjoon elbowed him softly, "She's my friend, nothing more,"

"I believe you," Jackson nodded, "I also believe that if you had the opportunity to date, you would snap her up in a minute,"

"She has a boyfriend, anyway," Namjoon pointed out.

Jackson sighed, "But none of that's not stopping her from rattling around in your brain all the time,"

Namjoon rolled his eyes, deciding to reach for another beer off the table, "Jackson, whatever you're about to say, just leave it alone,"

"I'm not trying to tease you, Joon," he said, his demeanour shifting to a serious undertone, "I'm worried for you,"

"Why are you worried for me?"

"Because you're falling for somebody you clearly can't have, and if that affects your performance --"

"It's not going to affect my performance, or my duties," Namjoon assured, "I told Jin and the others; Kimberly is my friend and any affection I have for her -- or for anyone -- isn't a priority. You would do the same if it was you,"

Jackson shrugged back, his gaze averting off, "I used to think that way..." he muttered.

Namjoon cocked a brow, staring long and hard at Jackson, "Hold on -- did you meet somebody?" he asked curiously.

Jackson nodded slowly, "You can't tell the other guys,"

"I won't," Namjoon assured him.

"Haneul -- or Hannah, I guess. I met her last year, she's a student at Yonsei, and we both went to the same restaurant for lunch," he explained.

"-- Have you spoken to her?" Namjoon asked.

"A couple of times. She's a little mean at first, she absolutely hates k-pop music" he chuckled, "But the more I got to know her, the more I really came to like her. And I think she came to like me, too," the way he spoke was so wistful, words grasping for the moment as though it had just happened. Namjoon had never seen Jackson so sentimental before, he hardly ever discussed his personal life like. They were both a lot alike in that rhetoric.

"So, what happened?" Namjoon asked, feeling the 'but' of his story creeping like a stark chill.

Jackson shrugged listlessly, "I had to let her go. I knew I couldn't have her, and it wasn't fair to make her wait for God knows how long until I could renegotiate my contract," he replied, "She said she understood, but I think I fuelled her hatred of this industry even more. She hasn't replied when I tried to check in with her, I know she probably needs so space to heal but... it sucks,"

Namjoon nodded slowly, "But you still think about her?"

"More than I would like," Jackson admitted, "I had a lapse in judgement; and I know I did the right thing in the long term, but I can't help but feel I wasted her time. I never should've gotten involved with her in the first place," he turned back to Namjoon, "My point is that I don't want you to make the same mistakes I did. As much as it paints me to admit, BTS is quickly becoming a global sensation and you can't afford to have your heart broken over someone you know you can't have. Don't get attached, you have to keep your focus,"

"I am focused," Namjoon assured him, "Kimberly is just my friend, and I am gonna make sure we do what we need to do to keep us all on track," he then placed his hand on Jackson's shoulder, giving him a small squeeze, "... That doesn't mean I can't feel for your situation,"

Jackson simpered, popping the beer can open and taking a swig, "It's better this way for us. Maybe one day it'll be different, but for now..." he shook his head, "We're stuck with each other,"

Namjoon took his own can and clinked with Jackson's, "I'll cheers to that," and he took a swig. His gaze shifted again to his forearm, remembering the pressure of the pen, the swift and sharp markings when Kimberly scribbled her number on his skin. He wasn't sure why he was so full of hope back then, blinded momentarily for what could have been though he knew fully well he could never have her. Jackson was right, he had to detach himself before she consumed him, or worse he consumed her and broke her heart.

After all, April was right around the corner...

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wonderfuldeath · 2 years

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.o| Sixth Day. |o.

Bangtan Boys + OC

Warnings : Holidays, Implied Cannibalism, Horror

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"- Don't forget, Hoseok come with Lizzy, so we're going to have to prepare something a little less spicy.

- He could have found someone Asian, seriously.

- What would you have preferred him to put it with, what is she already called?

- Jin-Yeon?

- Yeah, this one. ”

Yoongi straightens his eyes from the meat he was cutting into thin slices, thinking about what Taehyung was saying, half spreading on poor Jimin, trying to cook something edible himself. A shrug passes the fourth person, simply reading the recipe book, while giving the ingredients to the one to remain silent so far. Seokjin and Namjoon had not really followed the conversation, too busy not spoiling the accompanying sauce. Too sweet would make the dish bland, not enough would make it bitter.

"- Everything I say, is that Lizzy is kind but doesn't eat like us.

- She eats like us, just less spicy.

- And when does Jungkook join us?

- It should not be long normally.

- So be kind and leave him alone Jimin, before he get in a bad mood, do you want? ”

A snap of the tongue from there by Taehyung, as he detaches himself from his best friend who only gives a slight laugh. Three years of real relationship and Yoongi would never admit that his proximity to Jimin made him nervous. A simple smile passes Taehyung's lips as he carries his soda to his lips, looking at the clock above the door, still wondering when the last member was going to arrive. Outside the weather was bad, the snow covers the ground with a small icy snowflake. And the apartment was decorated for the holiday season. It was a normal winter evening, where the cold covering the country forces them to wear warm jackets. It smelled like gingerbread, vanilla and meat blood, all on the sugar from the cupcakes served in the oven, waiting very wisely for them to come and devour them.

"- I hope you didn't wait too long, it took me a long time to decide! Jin and Namjoon have too many choices seriously.

- What are you bringing us back?

- I hope this turkey will be good. ”

Several laughs as the youngest of the group joins the game, not without passing his arms around Taehyung's hips, coming to get a bit of love, indicating with a head movement where he had left the dish of resistance to Namjoon, going to look for him after a kiss on Jin's cheek. The second youngest complains about the icy hands of his lover under are high, without pushing him back.

"- Did you get beaten up when you arrived?

- This jug attacked me! I didn't have time to react.

- Ask your darling Taehyung to give you a magic kiss!

- I wasn't waiting for your opinion to do it Jimin! ”

Like two children, Jimin and Jungkook quarrel before Taehyung cuts off the debate by pulling him to the bathroom, explaining to him that he really had to be careful. That this was not the first time this kind of accident had happened, and even if no one had really raised their heads, they all knew that Jungkook had looked up to the sky. When the front door opens again, it's an hour later, under the loud tone of a Hoseok happy to live and a lower and softer of a more shy Elyzabeth, both covered in snow already beginning to melt, making them notice the storm spreading.

"- Don't tell me that Taehyung and Jungkook couldn't hold back?

- No, the turkey physically attacked Jungkook.

- Ah, I understand better. ”

Barely a look for the animal, before turning to the rest of the group. The clock indicates almost twenty hours, and the meal was not yet ready, only a few accompaniments were already arranged on the table, followed by a most refined bottle of wine coming straight from Italy.

"So, what did the turkey do?

- We waited for you to arrive to find out. Do you have the bag?

- Do it every year, and it is dry.

- Why wouldn't we make it a fondue? ”

Everyone looks at each other before turning their heads towards the evening meal, finally nodding to the idea before Jin breathed, indicating that he was coming back in no time to get a tablecloth to put on the ground. Before moving the turkey again to force it to sit on the chair, while Namjoon passes a big black apron with gloves, looking at everyone.

"- I'm doing the first service, and then I'll see if I agree?

- Of course.

- Please... please...

- Right time for her to wake up. ”

From the ether laughter, the glasses of wine are filled while all eyes are on the young woman, trying to struggle, attach well to the chair surely trying to understand what was happening.

"- Frankly, there is no better for this evening. ”

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I'm forever wishing ao3 had a conversation section but here's what's going on atm. I promise that I haven't disappeared, I have been working a lot before my trip besties.

#bts fanfic #bts yoongi #bts #bangtan #yoongi x oc #jimin x oc #jikook #drama #jimin fanfic #yoongi fanfic #yn stories #original character

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looking out for you

— summary ; an ex lover should always stay an ex lover, but this girl just can’t seem to let him or his present lovers go, and neither can they.

— pairing ; idol!bts x idol!oc

— genre ; fluff, most definitely angst, poly!au, romance, idol!au, exes to friends to lovers!au

— word count ; 3k

— warnings ; subtle mention of alcoholism and drugs addiction, mention of negative past (neglect, self-raising), mention of death of drugs

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WHO IS KANG AERIS?

On June 11th, 2015, Kang Aeris, a female trainee of Linear Enterprises, a company dedicated to shine the spotlight on talented individuals and groups both young and old, debuted with her best friend of three of five of her trainee years.

Kang aspires to be the reason youngsters choose to believe in something they lost hope in. She, alongside Hyun Jang-Mi, “hope to provide a sanctuary, a safe place, for those who need it. We cannot be there in person for them, but we hope to be there for them through our songs, a sort of… communication from one person to another.”

—Quoted from June 27th, 2017 during an interview found here: www.koreaboo

Kang Aeris was found to be battling with her own mental health after confessing to thousands of fans on her Instagram live (from December 12th, 2017) that she faced many hardships growing up. She revealed to have a guardian, and not parents as they refused to take responsibility for their actions and for their children’s childhood. Kang had also said that there were many times when her father would be present and sober, but he would fall victim to drugs and alcohol once again while her mother was diagnosed with Bipolar and Schizophrenia, making her extremely difficult to deal with and therefore she was found to have died by an overdose of heroin. Her father died of liver, heart and kidney failure as his toxic drinking (and drug) habits finally caught up him. That left Kang in a very awkward situation: what would happen to her and her siblings? The order of the siblings from first to last born: Jae-hee (f), Aeris (f), Lilly (f), Hyeon (m), Hye-sook (m) and Iseul (f). The idol was left to fend for herself and her siblings.

Due to Kang’s refusal of the continuation of detail from her childhood, no other confirmed allegations have been brought up since her physical argument with a saesang, who overstepped her boundaries and was put to the floor after making an inappropriate comment to her face. The saesang was announced to have been fine, only being bruised around the eye, a broken nose and a fractured wrist. She herself had a lot to say about the damage done to her, a lot of which we will not be able to disclose due to the inappropriate language used. But, who’s with me when I say I was rooting for Kang? ‘Cause damn! That woman may only be 5’5” but she has some strength.

Kang Aeris was born October 31st, 1997 and, with photographic evidence, was proved to have attended the same school and class as BTS’ Jeon Jungkook, and even dated him before his debut! It was said that the two were very close but when Jeon continued his path to a bright future of an idol career, the two grew apart, petty arguments aroused frequently — whether at school or on a day outisde of school —, they barely showed affection and the cherry on top: Jeon had fallen in love with his older hyungs, who he is now in a happily committed relationship with — yes, all seven of the BTS members are dating!

Kang’s management confirmed in the early days of July that she had not dated anyone since their breakup, causing rumours to arise between the two old lovers.

To read more on our star of the week, the link below will direct you to our main website, where we reveal the juiciest, the thickest secrets of our beloved idols!

—Article 382, IdolFind

Jang-Mi being angry was an understatement. “What absolute bullshit!” She yelled over the phone. “I can’t believe them right now! You’re in Seoul, without me, and the public are gonna start on you, I just know it!”

Aeris stayed quiet for a second before deciding her next words carefully. “I’ll be okay, Mimi. I have security, and it’s only the MAMA’s, so it’ll be packed with idols so fans, saesangs and the public can’t get to me.” She explained. “They won’t even be able to reach me on stage.” Her eyes flickered to the window that displayed a clear, beautiful view of a sunset over the large city of Seoul. “Plus, you’ll be here soon anyways.”

“Mhm.” She replied. “Sure, sure, and why don’t we just throw in the fact that BTS are gonna be there too!” Jang-Mi was protective over her maknae, and refused any type of harm to touch her because they had a sister-type bond, nothing more, nothing less. “Rumours are gonna spread the second you walk in after them, I can guarantee that.” She huffed, “Just like the moment me and Eloise met in France, and suddenly everyone was all over us.”

Aeris chuckled. “But you two are actually dating, and Jungguk… well—”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence because I know you’re acting in the heat of the moment and rethinking everything. Don’t, cheonsa, please don’t do this to yourself. Not again.” Jang-Mi pleaded, voice stuttering with emotion. She sounded like she was going to cry, and Aeris couldn’t blame her. The last time Aeris thought of Jungkook in that particular way, it wasn’t pretty; she became depressive, rarely responded to her older sister and Jang-Mi alike, until she ended up attempting a threat on her life. That attempt was painful, and Aeris was in mental pain whenever she thought of it, she could still feel certain parts of her body shaking with spilling blood and the pain—

“I have to go, cheonsa.” Jang-Mi said, disappointment clear in her voice. She sighed into the receiver and the two said their goodbyes, both wanting to stay on longer, but Aeris needed to get dressed and ready while Jang-Mi was still on her way from the airport, having to get dressed in the limousine on the way. “I’m on my way, so sit tight, yeah? I’ll be with you soon.”

After her best friend hung up, all the lonely woman could do was gaze and admire the sun setting beneath to buildings in the distance, small rays making their way in between the tall structures. Clouds slowly drifted past as the different light shades of the horizon turned darker with the passing time. Before she knew it, an hour had passed and she had two hours before having to make attendance at the award show.

She stood up from the bed, shaking her head lightly to get rid of her sudden dizziness as the door opened, revealing her two other members, make up and clothing artists and her manager. They clustered into the room with a trolly containing their accessories for the night.

“Okay, girls,” Su-Yeon, their manager, started, gesturing for the the three of them to crowd around her, “tonight will be a bit difficult to comprehend but I’ll make sure to explain it while you get ready and again on the way, yeah?” She looked between the girls and they nodded with determined smiles. “Okay, good plan. Now, go.” She responded with a smile of her own as the girls were ushered to their own small station by their team to get them ready.

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Jang-Mi swiftly closed the door behind her and the car took off almost instantly. “What a call, am I right?” She laughed, and Victoria shook her head at her.

“You’re lucky,” the latter started, “we almost left without you, dodo.”

The former frowned playfully, “I love you too, itty bitty titty vicci.” It was her time to smirk as the woman in question choked on her spit.

Mabel and Aeris shared a look of amusement before chuckling together. The two maknaes were close, but not as close as Aeris was to Jang-Mi as the two of them had trained together for three years. Mabel was closer to Victoria as they shared many interests and factors and enjoyed each other’s company quite frequently, whether it was going for a walk, reading together, dancing, producing or vocal practice, they did it together. Their bond was almost as powerful as Jang-Mi and Aeris’, who instantly hit it off the second they met.

Aeris leaned against Mabel’s shoulder, the older woman softly dropping her head on top. She loved moments like these: Victoria and Jang-Mi playfully arguing while she and Mabel sat back and watched it happen. Moments like those helped her stay calm and relaxed, and she needed all the calming sentiments as possible because MAMA was a big deal for her. Ever since the MAMA’s were created, Aeris was interested. She wanted to do what the artists did, she wanted to sing and dance and perform for thousands, if not millions.

A dream, she called it.

A moneymaker, her parents called it.

She didn’t care about them, though. They did nothing to help her raise herself and her siblings, they didn’t care about any of them because if they did then they wouldn’t have done what they had. She almost felt bad whenever she thinks of the fate they came to be; ashes in an urn, to which no one visits.

Aeris closed her eyes, trying to calm her nerves when the weight of Mabel’s head on her own was lifted and her shoulder suddenly disappeared. She peeped an eye open and there sat Jang-Mi in all her glory, smoothing down her hair before replacing Mabel’s old position. “You okay, bubs?” The elder asked. She received a quiet hum. “Just focus on your breathing.” She whispered, “Suyeon-ssi is going to explain tonight’s plan and I’ll tell you when we’re seated, yeah?” Another quiet, but hesitant hum.

The rapper smiled, before leaning the side of her head on Aeris’, ready to listen to her manager. Victoria and Mabel sat with no spare space between them. They’re like each other’s anchor, Suyeon mused to herself.

The manager cleared her throat. “Now, when we get there, we need big smiles, teeth and even gums if possible. I’m looking at you, Mabel.”

Mabel grinned in response.

“Victoria, you’re the leader, therefore, you’ll be getting out first and it will be absolutely packed — I spoke to Daniel about it, it’s pretty chaotic. You need to make sure these three don’t go wandering, but whatever you do, stick together as much as possible, okay?”

Victoria nodded sternly.

Suyeon turned to Jang-Mi, who immediately perked up, but not enough to disturb her occupied best friend. “Jang-Mi, it is important for you to stay by Aeris’ side all night, okay? If she goes to the bathroom, so do you. If she wants to speak to another group, so do you. If she does absolutely anything, you need to be there as well.” The bleached-blonde shook her head in agreement. “We can’t risk the paparazzi or saesangs getting sight of her. She won’t be able to handle them on her own.”

Jang-Mi smiled, looking down at her maknae. “I’ll make sure of it.”

“Great.” Suyeon turned to stare out the window as car came to a slow stop. The flashing and shuttering of the cameras awoke Aeris as she sat up and prepared herself for the worst, mind still slightly foggy from her short trance. She busied herself with preparation of checking up on her make-up and smoothing down the creases in her clothing.

“Oh, and Jang-Mi?” Suyeon asked, opening the door and allowing Victoria to step out, Mabel following.

“Keep her far away from Jeon.”

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The venue sparkled and shimmered with circling bright lights. Idols from varieties of different groups, and soloists, were crammed into the bottom, near the centre stage as fans of many surrounded the upslope sides, lights sticks raised and waving.

Jang-Mi held tightly onto Aeris’s hand as they walked down the steps, the two girls in sync with the others movements. Victoria led the way, manoeuvring past different people and seatings to find their own space. Luckily, it wasn’t too far from the stage, and therefore, it would be a lot easier access to backstage to get ready before they performed. Aeris scanned the area, a breath of relief escaped her when she realised she was out of the clear and confidence striking her as the coast, she deemed, was clear.

They reached their assigned seating. With twenty or so minutes to spare and the camera’s already rolling, the four of them decided to chatter amongst themselves.

“What… is your biggest flaw?” Mabel dragged out, her chin rested on her open palm as she awaited an answer. Victoria instantly shot up. “Go on.”

Victoria cleared her throat. “Forgetfulness.” She answered proudly. Jang-Mi scoffed. The younger of the two held a sharp look. “What?”

Jang-Mi chuckled. “Don’t worry.”

“No, no. I will worry. Tell me.”

“Share with the group!” Mabel clapped excitedly, a large smile on her lips.

Jang-Mi shared a look with Aeris, who raised an eyebrow with a smirk. The latter turned to Victoria. “Forgetfulness, sure, but you’re forgetting your Egoism.” She leaned back onto the palm of her hands as her best friend placed a hand on her thigh, the placement just above her knee.

Mabel laughed. “My flaw is I have no flaws.” She flipped her long hair back over her shoulder.

“I refuse to believe that.” Jang-Mi scoffed again.

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Jungkook couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. They wandered from her face, to her crossed legs and to her boot-clad feet. She was still as beautiful as the day he left her. Fingers appeared in front of his vision, blocking and blurring Aeris’ figure. It was Jimin. His hyung looked at him in concern.

“What’s wrong, kook?” He asked, his hand coming up to rub Jungkook’s bicep soothingly.

“It’s nothing, hyung.” The maknae’s eyes rotated away from his lover to the woman sitting there, legs still crossed, still leaning on her arms. Her smirk was gone but she was laughing. What he would do just to hear her beautiful laughter again.

Jimin’s eyebrows furrowed, following his eye line to see his younger lover’s first love. His heart dropped. If she was here, then rumours will arise, especially with himself and his partners seated so close to hers. Jimin watched as Aeris threw her head back and laughed at something one of her band mates had said. A smile appeared on her face, and he himself couldn’t help the upward twitch of his own lips. He bit his lips to stop his smile, turning around to the others and leaving Jungkook to stare.

Seokjin, Yoongi and Hoseok were conversing about what take-out they wanted after the group got back to their hotel while Namjoon and Taehyung admired the lights and staging. Jimin’s worry only worsened when he realised Jungkook was still gazing at her, his facial features relaxed and adoring.

What he would do to see him not stare at her like that.

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The dress change had been very quick, along with the make up and hair. Microphones were removed from them the second they finished their routine and disappeared off-stage.

It had been exhilarating.

The four women were released from back stage and made their way back to their seating arrangement. Mabel and Aeris fell behind Victoria and Jang-Mi, who conversed and poked fun at one another, like sisters (just less violent). Aeris smiled unconsciously.

“You did good out there, you know?” Mabel said softly, looking at her maknae with something she wasn’t able to identify.

She nodded slowly, exhaling. “You did too, SB.”

“You didn’t just call me that.” Mabel scoffed in disbelief. They walked past a couple girl groups on their way. “I thought we dropped that.”

Aeris smirked, shaking her head. “Definitely not, it was too good to pass up.” As Mabel went to rant about how she did actually know how to cook smoked bacon properly, and almost burning down the dorms wasn’t entirely her fault, but Jang-Mi’s as well, she locked eyes with brown.

A man. A man she knew all too well.

Min Yoongi, present lover of her past lover.

His feline eyes softened a smidge, before hardening as he stared her down. Her breath had been stolen as she ambled past with Mabel droning on. The second they walked past, she could still feel his eyes on her back, burning through her clothing, through the skin on her back and into her soul.

Aeris inhaled deeply, eyes widened as she moved on. She hadn’t recovered, despite her putting on a mask of calmness, as she sat down. Her eyes scanned the stage, bright lights invading her clear view as another group performed. She dared to glance his way, only to see him leaning forward, elbows rested on his knees, hands lazily clasped between the space, his eyes on her every move. Her eyes averted. Her breath quickened.

“Why is so he so beautiful, but so damn scary.”

“Did you say something, bubs?” Jang-Mi looked over at her, eyebrow raised. Aeris’ eyes met hers as she immediately composed herself. She nodded hurriedly, a sudden yawn escaping her mouth. Her hand moved to cover her action.

“Yeah.” She mumbled, tired, and longing to go back to the hotel and sleep everything off.

Jang-Mi shrugged, nodding. “If you say so.” Yet, her suspicions were hidden, she turned around to continue watching the other two interact, eyes glancing between them and the sight of her frizzled friend.

Hello Hello! :D

I just wanted to quickly say that this is a draft of something I started almost forever ago and I wanted to alter it and work with it as much as possible, so it wouldn’t go to total waste.

If so, I am considering converting it to an ‘x reader’ instead of an original character. Although, I haven’t decided yet and even then it would take a lot to turn a new page and avert everything to something like that. It’s still in considering, though.

I also just wanted to say I have no update schedule and such cause I’m going to be very busy with counselling and personal as such things. I will update whenever can. Hopefully soon though, because I quite like what I’m doing with this work.

But, anyways,

until next time, my loves <3

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