#and joon was there ready and able to accept him

[catlove83]

Second chance at first love...

18+ AND OLDER READERS ONLY!!!

TRIGGER WARNING.... MENTION OF DRUGS, KNIFE, NEEDLES AND ASSAULT!

This is completely FICTIONAL, it doesn't represent namjoon or anyone else in the story! Not proofread! Literally wrote this in 3 hours!

Part: 2 of why can't you love me

@yumiyue07 @btsugarush @bearr02

(N-joon, Y-you/reader, S- yoongi)

It has been 4 months since that day that yoongi broke... no, shattered your heart to pieces. You have finally been able to go days without breaking down crying and asking yourself, why he can't love you. Your surprised namjoon has not given up on you, since everyday for the first 3 out of 4 weeks, you asked him the same things. Why doesn't yoongi like me? Why doesn't yoongi love me? Whats wrong with me? Will I ever find love? Everyday he has told you that you will find love and that the right guy for you is out there, maybe closer than you think. Neither of you have spoken to yoongi since then and he has made no effort to reach out to either of you. You feel sad still, but your slowly healing and slowly accepting the fact that yoongi is not meant to be your love.

You are on you way to joons studio today. It is a beautiful, but cold winter day and your pretty sure it may snow later. You walk into the building, up to John's studio and knock on the door.

N- hey y/n * hugs you tightly * cmon in..

You take off your shoes and enter the studio. You slip on the light blue slippers joon got for you ( you always preferred them to the pink ones yoongi had) and go over to sit in the computer chair opposite of Joons. He locks the door back and punches in the alarm, then makes his way over to you and sits in the other chair. He wipes his hands on his sweats and has a half smile on his face. You swear you can see fear in his eyes.

Y- so joon, what did you want to talk about? You sounded a little nervous on the phone

N- yeah, um, about that *small laugh* I, uh... I actually...

KNOCK KNOCK

N- now what? I told them I was busy...

Joon gets up to answer the door.

N- what are you doing here?

You raise your eyebrows hearing joons smooth, deep voice, raised upon answering the door. You hear the other persons muted voice, but cant make out what they are saying. You can tell by the bass octave that it is yoongi. Your heart skips a beat, but not in a good way. You don't want to see the man who broke you so badly. Joon interrupts your thoughts..

N- hey, um, I need to speak with someone really quick, can, um.. can you wait here?

Y- of course, take your time

N- thanks pest * smiles*

Y- your welcome joonbug

He shakes his head and laughs a little, then steps out the door to talk. You can't hear their conversation, since joon has sound proofed his entire studio, including the door. He always said.. " can't run the risk of someone hearing something that isn't ready to be heard". He is right. Your reflect on him and your friendship with him and how he has always made you feel safe, seen, heard and loved... you gasp... joon has always treated you with respect and mostly love. You always held you close when hugging and let you lay on his arm and one time his chest, when you feel asleep while watching movies with him at his apartment. He gave you the best forhead kisses and always remembered your favorite Starbucks drink. He even gave you several of his hoodies to wear, since you loved how warm they made you feel. It was an added bonus if he already wore them and smelt of his cologne and body wash. You sigh to yourself, wondering... " have I always been in love with joon and never acknowledged it"?

While deep in thought, the guys are starting to have a heated conversation, right in the middle of a hallway at have. Thank goodness it is after hours and no one is witnessing their vicious words to each other. Also, grateful you can't hear them, especially yoongi....

N- why the hell are you here? Can't you fucking take a hint, when I told you I have nothing to say to you?

S- dont you tell me what to do, im your senior, you will respect me and..

N- you lost my respect after what you did to y/n

S- * laughs* oh is this what this is about? * laughs again*

Joon is getting pissed off hearing yoongi laugh like it was nothing that he did to you. His jaw is clenched so tightly, he fears it may break or at least chip some teeth, his eyes are just slips now and someone walking by could probably feel the heat coming off his skin and smoke out of his nose and ears

S- * chuckles* so how is she? Y/n?? Still a desperate bit...

Yoongi doesn't get a chance to finish before joon has punched him straight in his nose, causing yoongi to stumble and hold his bloody nose. He looks at joon with anger..

S- fuck joon, what the hell are Hitting me over some stupid foreigner, she isn't worth...

Another punch lands on yoongi's face, this time in the left eye. Yoongi stumbles again and cries out in pain while clenching his eye shut...

S- ok. So this is how you want to do this, ok..

Yoongi lunges for Joon and tackles him into the door of his studio. He punches joon 2 times in the face and once in the stomach, making the taller man hunch over. Joon gets back to his feet, while yoongi's back is turned, taking a breath and grabs him by his hair. He pushes yoongis face into the opposite wall while the shorter man struggles against him, cursing at him to get off.

S- GET THE FUCK OFF ME, YOU STUPID FUCKING IDIOT, FUCK OFF!

N- you will never come around here again and NEVER come around her again. You are worthless,you lil pric...

Y- * gasp* joon? Yoongi?

Joon looks over his shoulder, seeing you standing in his doorway. Your eyes confused and shocked by what you see. Your mouth slightly open like you want to say something, but nothing comes out..

Joon let's go on yoongi and turns to make his way to you, but not before yoongi gets in one last shot at namjoon... yoongi turns around quickly, grabs a metal track can and hits joon over the back of the head with it, causing the tall man to fall on his face, out cold. You stand there in disbelief looking at joon laying on the ground, and yoongi standing over him, breathing heavy. Yoongi throws the trashcan down and slowly makes his way to you. You stand frozen for a few seconds then turn to bolt back into joons office, but it was a few seconds too long. Yoongi wraps his hand around your wrist and pulls you back to his chest. Then he covers your mouth and whispers in your ear..

S- since you caused this, you will be responsible for the punishment...

You are scared, you never seen this side of yoongi. Your struggling against him, but it has no effect on yoongi strength. He turns you towards his office at the end of the hallway and pushes you towards it, while keeping his hand over your mouth and both wrist held behind your back. He reaches the door, which is already open and pushes you in. You fall on the carpet and scurry to get up off the floor. You get to the couch, when yoongi locks the door behind him and looks over at you. He doesnt say a thing and walks towars his en suite bathroom to wash off his nose and face. You quietly walk over to the door to try and open it before he comes back out. You get it unlocked and go to pull it open, before yoongi pulls you back and the door latches back. He pushes you on the couch and hovers over you. His eyes run over your body and you feel like throwing up and wanting to disappear at the same time. Long gone are the " love " feeling you had before for him. Long gone is the yoongi you thought you knew, now stands a person who is as evil as can be. He has no remorse for anyone and only wants what he thinks will please him. Yoongi takes off your slipper and socks. You lay there slighty,shaking wondering what he is going to do to you. He runs his hands up your jeans, to the bottom of your shirt. Then runs his hands over your shirt, to your neck. He sits beside your waist on the couch, and wraps both hands over your neck, one on each side. Slowly he squeezes, till you gasp and he can feel you swallowing against his palms. He leans down close to your face. You see his black eye and busted nose. He looks at you with no emotion and speaks, lowly...

S- seems like my fat lil crush has lost some weight lately. At least you did something good with your time, after I broke you.

He smiles a devilish smile.

S- too bad your still not pretty. Well, thats what plastic surgery is for huh? You can have them make you pretty and skinnier and bigger boobs and maybe you will be close to getting my attention. Even if I will never love you, at least then I could use you for my satisfaction. * laughs evilly * you did look good while on your knees begging me to love you last time.

He smiles again and your eyes widen at what he said. He tightens his hands more around your neck and you start to feel your breathing being cut off some.

S- since your " joonbug" is blind in love with you and too stupid to see what a waste you are, I think it best that you pay for his outburst towards me, especially since I wad trying to save him and all the Asian men from foreigners like you. Such a whore like all the other ones before you.. they would do anything I asked, just to have one night with me, a follow back on Instagram and a signed photocard. Such cheap fucks. At least you will be different, seeing as you will be my first virgin...

Your eyes widened and you struggled against his hands, all while he tightened his hands again. He kept the pressure on your neck till you blacked out.

When you woke, you had no idea how long it has been. You tried to rub your eyes, only to find your hands stuck above your head. You opened your eyes quickly and looked as best as you can..your wrist were tied together, above your head with a belt and the belt was under the heavy speaker in the corner. ( you knew it was heavy, since it took 3 men to lift it into yoongi's studio, when he got a new one) your ankles were also tied to together with another belt and this one was ( from what you could see) under the leg of the couch. You tried to speak to notice you couldn't move your lips. Your mouth was taped shut and when you felt a slight chill, you noticed all you clothes, except your bra and panties were fake off you and thrown in a corner. You were scared. You shook to try and somehow get free, while tears gathered in your eyes and some spilt down your cheeks. You looked around and didn't see yoongi anywhere, but you heard water running in the bathroom.

Yoongi stepped out of the bathroom in his boxers only, with a knife in his right hand.

You tried to scream and move, tears pouring down your face... yoongi chuckled to himself and walked over to you. He sat beside your laying and bound body and looked at you struggling, still laughing like a maniac.

S- its no use, you can't get out of the binds. Your just hurting yourself trying.

As mush as you didn't want to admit, he was right. Your wrists were starting to get raw and your ankles hurt alot. You stopped struggling and laid there watch him.

Yoongi took the knife and ran the side of the blade over your cheeks, your eyelids, over your jaw and down your neck. He kept going down your chest, over each breast, over your stomach, down your thighs and over your clothed pussy. He stopped after and brought the knife back up. He pointed to tip of the knife to your throat. He ripped the tape off your mouth, making you wince.

S- this is how things are going to go... you will pay for what joon did. You will not scream or cry. You will only moan and scream my name. I will take from you what I want, as much as I want, and you will be a good lil pet. After, you will sign an agreement that you agreed to this, get dressed and leave. If you play your cars right and don't tell anyone, I will make sure you stay on with hype and you will get the privilege of being my sex toy when I need or want you. You better be on birth control also, cause I don't want no bastard. If you end up with it, I will make you get rid of the problem. Understood?

You lay there, shaking, stating at him, unable to speak..

S- UNDERSTOOD SLUT??

He smacked your face

Y- Y.. yes

S- good. Are you on birth control?

Y- yes * crying*

S- good girl. Now since you only disobeyed once, I wont do much for this one. This is to teach you that if you disobeyed, thing will get ugly quick.

He pushed the tip of the knife into your neck. He went in a couple inches and pulled it out. You cried more and let out a hiss at the feeling. Blood slowly oozed out to small wound. Yoongi swiped it up with his finger and put it in his mouth.

S- delicious, you may he worth keeping around...

What yoongi didn't know was, during his choking and tying you up, namjoon slowly got back up to his feet. His head hurt badly and he saw a small amount of blood on his fingers from the back of his head. His vision was blurry, but he knew he needed to check on you. He stumbled into his studio and noticed you were no where around, not even in the bathroom..he stumbled back out the door and looked around. He didn't see anything, till he looked down the hallway. One pink slipper lay outside yoongi's door. Joons anger raged, he slowly made his way to yoongis studio, having to stop often due to dizziness and feeling faint. He knew he had to get there before that psycho did something to you. He would never let anyone harm you.

Yoongi pressed a kiss to your cheek than one to you other cheek. He looked down at your body and slowly took the knife and cut your bra straps off, one at a time. Then he cut the sides of the bra, till the cups were barely covering your naked breasts. He left them there and moved the knife to your panties. He slowly did the same thing, leaving only a thin layer of fabric over your private area. You were crying silently, so as to not upset him. He threw the knife over to the corner and peeled off the remaining layers of fabric that covered you. He stared at your naked body, making you feel disgusted. He ran his hand from your neck, down to your collar bones, and over your breast. He gently circled each nipple with his fingers, making them stand up. It made you feel vulnerable and sick to your stomach, how your body reacted to his touch. You closed your eyes so you didn't have to see. You opened you eye quickly with a gasp, when you felt him lick one of your nipples. He licked around it, making it more hard and stiff. He ruined the other nipple, occasionally pinching it up, keeping it up. He took the same nipple in his mouth and gently sucked, earning a small moan from you. You cursed yourself for making a sound, but yoongi loved hearing it. He smirked next to your erect nipple and sucked harder. He kept sucking on that nipple, coaxing small moans out of your mouth, then he switched to the other nipple and earned himself a few louder ones, since that nipple was more sensitive from the rubbing and pinching. He kept switching back and forth, making you squirm and moan, even though your brain was telling you not to... he moved his hands down your body, causing goosebumps to emerge on your skin. He got to your legs and kept feeling your soft skin. He was down by your ankles, when you felt him move your ankles apart. Seems he used 2 belts on your ankles, so he could have better access to your most vulnerable parts. You shook with fear, hoping somehow he will stop and not do what you did not want. You wanted to save yourself for the love of your life. You didn't want this. You didn't want yoongi. You prayed while closing your eyes, hoping that somehow it would all stop and he would take this away from you.

His hands slowly made its way up your legs again and up your thighs, he stopped at your thighs and forced your legs apart, earning a slight yelp from you. You tried to push your legs together, but that made him angry and pushed them completely apart again, till they laid out to your sides with his hands holding your inner thighs down. He rose up and spoke deeply in your ear..

S- now, now, slut. Wouldnt want to get cut again, would you? Next time you act out, ill cut deep into your thigh and watch you bleed out on my couch. You don't want that now, do ya?

With wide, teary eyes, you shook your head no.

S- good girl...who knows you may like this better that your nipples. I know I will. Look at you, your already wet for me. Seemz like this is turning you on huh? Such a whore.

Yoongi slithered his way down your body, give each,nipple a hard suck on the way. He laid down on the couch, face right in front of your shaved pussy. No hair to keep it hidden from his devil eyes. He leaned in and smelt you, you swear you heard him groan. He kissed your inner thighs lightly on the left side. Then repeated the motion on the right, before sucking a harsh, red and purple Hicks into your thigh, very close to your outer lips.

S- something to remember me by when you please yourself to the thought of me later. Make sure to show that to me, when I see you tomorrow. I'll give you. More then.

Your eyes were huge, thinking of having to go thru this again after tonight.

Yoongi, kissed your other lips, right beside your slit. He licked the slit from bottom to top. You wish he would just stop torturing you and let you go. You wished you weren't here right now. You wished it was anyone else but yoongi. You wished it was... it was joon. You wished it was joon kissing you, touching you, loving you and making love to you. You loved joon for so long, you just suppressed those feelings after you and he became best friends. You always thought he was way too good for you. You thought back to what yoongi said, how he said joon was in love with you. Could it be that he did the same thing, and thought you were too good for him? All this time you could have been loved by the most amazing man ever and you blew it on a low life.

You were forced back to reality when you felt yoongis fingers rub up and down your slit. Before rubbing in between. He rubbed the outside of your tight hole,before moving up to lightly rub your clit. It made your body jump from the feeling and yoongi laughed.

S- so she likes that? Seems like someone hasn't touched herself before either. Oh ,you are definitely going to be my favorite toy. So sensitive and pure, I will ruin you! You will never be enough for any man. Not emotionally, or physically now. You will be a ruined woman and you will have to tuck your tail and go back to your country and die on the streets like the whore you are. At least I can say I was the one who ruined you.

You closed your eyes, crying silently, trying to calm yourself before yoongi takes your virtue. Yoongi spreads your lips, sticks out his tongue and....

THUMP

Yoongi stops before his tongue touches you. He looks up at you and you like back at him. Both of you wondering what that noise was..

Not hearing the noise again, he dives back in, but gets interrupted again, before he can taste you.

THUMP THUMP

Getting up angry, he throws a blanket over your body and goes to the door. He opens it up and looks out. He doesn't see anything, not a soul. He scratches his head, let's go of the door and turns around. He takes a dew steps, but doesn't hear the door latches. He turns back around to be face to chest with namjoon. Yoongi looks at him shocked but tried to swing on him. Joon grabs both wrist and pulls him out the door, where police are waiting with guns drawn. Yoongi looks shocked and turns towars joon trying to swing at him again, before a few cops put him in cuffs. They read him his rights and pull him down the hallway, allwhile he is kicking, screaming and yelling at joon..

S- YOU FUCKING IDIOT, THAT THING INST WORTH IT. SHES A WHORE, SHE IS UGLY AND WILL NEVER BE ENOUGH. SHE IS .....

His mouth is taped shut by a police man. He is walked out and placed in the back of a police cruiser. The police officer pats joon on the back and goes to enter yoongis office...

N- wait, can I.. can I go in first. She may be stressed out or in shock and freak out if s stranger walks in.

The police officer allows it, but tells him he has 2 minutes and if you are hurt or anything, not to touch you or anything and he has to come in immediately. Joon agrees and walks in. He immediately sees you on the cough, bound and shaking. He hears you crying and notices you cut bra and panties on the floor and clothes in the corner along with a knife. You see joon and burst out in more tears, so glad to see him.

N- shhh, it's ok, he's gone. I have to get the police now, but I will be here ok.

You shake your head yes and he goes out and tells the police. 2 come in, as to not startle you. The call for EMT to come in and the cut off the belts off your wrist and ankles. A woman Emt, makes the the men, except joon go out, so you can sit up and joon and put a hospital gown over your nude body. Your shaking and crying and trying to cover yourself up. Joon and her help you up and they walk you to the gurny and they well you out to the ambulance. The police go into yoongi's office and take the gun for evidence. They also find 2 empty pill bottles and 2 syringes in the bathroom, along with notes about his obsession with sex. They also find his cellphone.

You get to the hospital and the the doctor and one nurse are allowed in the room along with joon and you. You tell them the entire story, including all the disgusting details. Joons holds your hand tightly, wanting nothing more than to hold and kiss your hurt away and kill yoongi. The nurse goes out and comes back in with a rape kit. You stop the doctor before he can get the items out . They fear your trying to protect yoongi, since that sometimes happens to victims, so they won't get their assaulter in trouble.

N- hey, they have to do this since he..

Y-no, joon they dont...

N- baby, yes they do..

Y- joon, they really dont..

N- y/n he hurt you, let them do the test..

Y- JOON, HE DIDNT RAPE ME

Everyone in the room is silent, they look at each other and back at you...

N- wha... what do you mean... I found your clothes, you were naked.

Y- he never got the chance. You cam in before he could. I was nude and he was fixing to... fixing to * gagging* taste me, but he didn't. I'm still a Virginia.

Joon looks surprised as do the doctor and nurse.

You agree to a physical exam to make sure your are definitely still pure and the doctor confirms you are. He tells the police and joon, who looks relieved. He would love you either way. But was hoping and praying yoongi hadn't taken that away from you.

You get 5 stitches for your neck and spend the night in the hospital with joon. Only your not the patient, he is. They examed him and discovered he has a broken rib, bruised abdomen and busted nose, along with a black eye. They kept him overnight to make sure he was ok. He begged you stay with him and you agreed and ended up sleeping on the bed with him.

After the doctor told the police about their exam on you and joon, they placed yoongi in a cell for 3 days. The doctor at the police station cleaned him up and assessed he has a broken nose and black eye, but would be fine. They took blood from him also. On the 3rd day, before he was set to be released, the blood tests came back. He had 3 drugs in system. 2 of them where known to make people go crazy and have psychotic episodes and the other was to help men be able to "perform sexually" for hours on end. The policed ended up keeping him for a month so he could detox and get his system clean. It was torture for yoongi. He felt sick and feverish, he was hallucinating and felt like things were crawling under his skin. They had to put him in a straight jacket and in a padded room, cause he was tearing at his skin to get the crawling things out.

During that month, joon moved you into his house, to "help" him heal. You laughed at him when he suggested it as he smiled and his ears turned bright red. You agreed and you both, slowly moved all your things in. You had been living with joon for a week, when his doorbell rang. He got up from the couch and answered. It was delivery man with a vase full of white tulips and daffodils. He thanked him and brought it in an sat it on the kitchen table. You got up and came over to see the flowers.

Y- who are these from?

N- i don't know

He read the card...

" y/n and namjoon, I know you never want to hear from me again, but I wanted to say IM SORRY. I got mixed up with some bad people and started taking illegal drugs. It made me work harder, but it fucked up my brain. I couldn't think straight. When y/n confessed to me, it brought back feelings of when my ex dumped me for not being handsome enough and just some Asian boy. I took my anger out on her and I hate myself for it. I have detoxed, which was hell, and have enrolled myself in strict rehab facility. I wont be able to leave or have anyone come get me for the next 2 years. I know my apology will never be enough to take back the deep hurt I gave you both, especially y/n. But I hope one day down the line we can maybe be on talking terms again. I wish you both the best future together.

Yoongi

P.s. joon you better marry that girl!"

You stared at joon as he read the card. You couldn't believe yoongi would do that to himself. You understood he wasn't in his right mind, but you haven't forgave him yet, that will take time. Joon let's out a sigh and rubs his hand down his face.

Y- are.. are you... ok?

N- yeah. I should be asking you if you are ok?

Y- im better now that he is getting treatment and much better now that I'm with you.

Joon smiles and hugs you tightly. He pulls back slightly and looks down in your eyes...

Y- * smiling * what?

N- I Love You

Y- * smiling more* I love You too

He looks at your lips then your eyes and leans in. His lips are soft and firm against yours and your beyond happy to finally love and kiss the man of your dreams. He deepens the kiss and you both stand there in his kitchen having a passionate makeout session.

Joon pulls away and hugs you again.

N- will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?

Y- i would love nothing more.

You both share another passionate kiss, knowing your lives together will be amazing...

[kittyscupcakeandbunny]

GOOD BOY X PJ

INTRO

Side Charecters: Kim Namjoon, Jung Hoseok, Min Yoongi.

Warnings: mentions of violence, smut, nudity, dom and sub relationship, bdsm topics, slave training, anal sex, poly relationship, male and male, punishments, overstimulation, voyarism, public sex, anal plug, dirty talk, edging, exhibitionism, face sitting, fire and Ice play, forced orgasm, gunplay, Impact play, nipple play, orgasm denial, pegging, pet play, sensory deprivation, wax play.

Genre: stranger to lovers, bdsm relationship.

NIGHT SHIFT

I sight looking at my watch. It seems like I've been doing that a lot lately, but right now my client is trying everything he can to extend our time together while I keep telling him I can't.

Is not always like that. But it can get ugly sometimes.

I made the excuse to use the restroom and he finally let me out. Man can be so difficult when drunk, that's why I usually prefer hosting for women but, even them sometimes can get a little out of it when drunk, the difference is they usually listen when I say I need to leave.

I'm not a prostitute. I say to myself in the mirror. I try to remind me of that, stay true to what i want to do, to my dreams and who i am. But it all seams so foolysh. Leaving and heading to the hosts room. The other boys are working but, I see Chul resting on the sofa playing something in his phone.

- difficult client? - he said without looking at me as I plot on the sofa sitting far away from him.

- the usual. - I simply reply.

My eyes close by itself. It's 3 in the morning and I'm so tired. But the thought of having dance classes later in the afternoon makes a smile grow on my face and suddenly, I have the strength to fight a bear. Well, not literally.

I hear boys laugh coming closer to the room, Hwan and Myung enter saying their goodbyes as they have finished their night for today.

- oh, Jimin your next client is here - Myung said to me.

- thank you, I'll be off now.

Tiredly I make my way out of the room and towards the second floor, where all the rooms we attend our clients are. I stop for a few seconds in front of the door before I make my way in - just one more - and besides, joon is a big softie with me.

[...]

Dance is what makes me feel life. Is what keeps me alive and walking forward. It's like breathing for me.

When I hear the sound of a melody, my body instantly moves with it as if I'm dancing with it, not for it. My mind is no longer a prisoner of my nightmares and I can finally feel free, like this is exactly what I am supposed to be doing.

When my class is over, Eun ji my dance teacher praise me for dancing so beautifully fluid. I thank heavens everyday for her.

When I first came here to Seoul, she was the only one who helped me. Eun ji has been a dancer for 20 years now, she and her husband have a dance studio for classes and they teach all kinds of people.

They were the only ones who accepted me with all my background. They also gave me a place to stay when I didn't have one, and even helped me find a job but, the club was the only place someone like me could be accepted.

- it's been three years already! - Eun ji exclaimed. Her eyes on me as she talks. - I know you think your not ready Jimin but, me and Cha really want you in the studio anniversary celebration.

I knew this was coming. Every year on the Studio anniversary, they held a big celebration with all the dancers and groups they've been teaching. I never participated because I wasn't ready, the fear of disappointing myself with a performance in front of so many people would always make me denied her invitation.

- I don't think I'm ready ms. Ji - I said as look at my feet, not being able to look at her face as I denied her again.

- Jimin I know what you think, but if you keep doing this to yourself you'll never be able to grow - she said and I felt her put a hand on my shoulder - I'm getting older Jimin, and I want to see you shine in that stage, I have no children of my own and you have been like a son to me and Cha.

I look up at her.

- please, think about it.

With a sad smile she leaves.

Her words clutch to my mind for the next few days. I've always wanted to be on stage, but my fears and anxiety hold on me with claws while laughing at me.

I'm not ready. I keep saying, trying to comfort myself in any way possible before i make my way to the manager office.

On my way to the club he called me and told me I had a special request. Special client. Tonight I'll accompany a CEO in a small business dinner, at a fancy restaurant. The only time I've done this before was a year ago, and it did not end well.

Business man are also assholes.

I knock three times before I come in.

- you called me sir - I say.

He turns from his computer and takes off his glasses as he looks at me from his desk.

- you have a vip client tonight - he says - there is only two reasons I called you, number one being the vip client situation.

- oh.. is he new? - I ask.

- yeah but that is not the only thing.... - he says looking around his desk - you'll be in a room with big, big people, important people, extremely influential people.

It makes me wonder who they might be and at the same time makes me uneasy.

- so make sure you serve your client well and... - I already know what he's gonna say - do your little thing and grab a few new ones too.

I knew it. The sight that escapes my mouth doesn't go unnoticed by him, he gets up annoyed and comes at me. I gulped as he stands behind me as I was sitting in front of his desk.

His hands on each side of my shoulders completely cornering me, last time someone said something he didn't liked the boy was beaten up so bad he had to go to the hospital. To say I was scared was an understatement.

I gasp out of shock and pain when he grabbed my neck, his breath hitting my ear as a chill run down my spine.

- you are my slave, so you do what I say or else... - his grip tightens on my neck and tears start to form in my eyes - so if you want to stay alive treat our client very, very... well.

He lets me go. As the air fills my lounges I cough reaching for my neck, my eyes falling on the men in front of me who looks at me as if I'm nothing.

As if I'm just a slave boy.

- the second reason is because of what happened last time - he says, making his way to sit behind his desk again - make sure that doesn't happen again, even if means your ass will get filled.

I stand up, not wanting to hear any of that shit anymore. I hear his laugh as I storm out of that office, anger filling me so hard I smashed the wall besides me.

The pain in my hand being the only thing that brought me back, soon I was blinded by my tears as I grabbed my hand that was now bleeding.

I cried.

[...]

The show must go on. I put on my best clothes as I pushed my feelings away. I have no time to waste pitying myself.

I have no choice but to keep going, I feel a wall suddenly growing around me as I feel so empty. The want to come back home to my mother and cry while she embraces me, almost makes me cry again.

I cursed myself for punching the wall so hard, now I can't bearly do my make up. As i manage to do a decent job I look myself in the mirror being satisfied with it.

One last breath.

I run my hands through my hair, as i build up the strength to keep going.

The show must keep going.

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[emmatgc]

Wonderful World FanFic

Seon Yul x Soo Hyun sequel (Part 1)

(Dedicated to a good friend. A short novel for one of my favorite no labels but rich in chemistry duo, relationship and what if couple in Kdrama. If you are not a “shipper”, better not read this one. New characters are added and will be added. Please take note this is all in my interpretation of the story and the aftermath of the finale. Enjoy! PS. I will try to update this every week if schedule permits)

Part 1: We meet again

A cup of tea in his hand, staring at his window after a long day, exhausted from 2 surgeries he assisted on thr day, Seon Yul can’t stop thinking about Soo Hyun after seeing her in that book signing last week after 6 years. She was radiant as ever. Seeing her smile brought warmth to his heart. It was the 1st time they saw each othe. Though they keep in touch through texts and a simple hi and hello conversation over the years, it was just enough to say they have moved on but still kept a part of each other. He saw her on TV once in those years but that walk in the lane was the perfect time in his mind to see her, even if from afar. He was ready, from afar.

This is their way of healing, as both agreed upon. Away from each other and moving on with their own lives.

Smiling and about to finish his tea, he was a bit surprised, she still has the same number. 

Those 6 years, Seon Yul became a doctor, for now a general practitioner but in another 2 years, a surgeon, to be precise, a heart surgeon. He always has a big heart and it is very fitting for him to be one. He kept his friends but as usual, he is alone, not exactly lonely but still on his own. In those years, healing came so rocky that the guilt gave him nightmares for almost a year or 2 , and he accepted it as punishment, too, for his twisted revenge against Soo Hyun. He was blinded but he was also a child. That is why Soo Hyun never blamed him one bit. 

Soo Hyun is living with her mom far away from the city,  who sadly has aggressive dementia. She said it's a blessing in disguise for she can only remember the good things. Her ex-husband continues to be a famous and prominent figure in the broadcasting industry and is now the Vice President of operations of the company. He still does special investigative reports from time to time. They are still friends and put up brave, united front act before her Mom as still husband and wife, so as not to upset her.

She now works in an orphanage and spent her time mostly there aside from writing her books. She managed to take care of those 10 children under her name, helping also the victims of accidents with the proceeds from her published books. She owns the orphanage and has a capable management team, a small one. She wants to devote all of her time with kids and that is the only way she can heal. She, too, is healing but the tears never stop but at least now, it is not every time she sees a child and a mother. 

After the book signing, she too, can't help but wonder, was that really Seon Yul? She smiled and had a sense of relief that he was doing ok just like what she told him to say and do, if the time is right. She regrets a little they weren't able to talk more but she hoped they would still see each other again in the future.

Seon Yul now smiles and goes out more often. He enjoys being a doctor and saving lives. Yoo-ra, his pretty, outgoing laboratory partner in his 1st few years as an intern, became one of his closest friends along with his new best friend, Shi Joon who specializes in plastic surgery. 

Summer time came, “Wonderful Smiles Orphanage” encountered a problem. There were 3 out of the 10 kids who got sick. It was very common for summer time to bring diarrhea, and other respiratory diseases, and each one had to be hospitalized for almost 2 weeks. A very worried Soo Hyun and her little orphanage team decided to look for help. The next day, she was told, a team of young doctors and nurses will volunteer for a month to stay at her orphanage for a quick case study and do everyday check ups for the children. They just came from hospital ships as well. 

Seon Yul? Soo Hyun uttered. A look of disbelief

Seon Yul was shocked. He didn’t know she was working in an orphanage now, let alone own one. He stared at her , like he did during her book signing but this time, he has to move closer. 

With the eyes of his colleagues on him, slightly confused, Soo Hyun walked towards them and welcomed them with a big smile. She reached for a hand shake at Seon Yul’s, and said “It’s been awhile”... he accepted it and he replied, “Yes, a long time” with a smile. 

Summer Time sadness for 6 years but maybe this time, it won’t be. 

So, they meet again. 

[shall-we-go-far-away]

alright, I know, I'm late to the party because it's been literal days but here are we are ready to talk about ep. 7+8:

do you all know that football meme, that "they had us in the first half"-meme? that's how I felt after the first 17 minutes of ep. 7... my lord I was so sure jihyun was fine and then they pull this shit on us I was genuinely scared.. so thanks to jaewon for putting me out of my misery by saying he just almost died

I was actually kind of shocked that something genuinely serious happened, because I thought it would be enough for jaewon to back away from jihyun if there was just the tiniest possibility of him getting hurt but I guess we went the drastic way, anyways I'm really glad he's alive

also seeing what the accident did to jaewon was so painful to watch.. he looked so bad and to see how his "friends" just glossed it over and being like: "oh I'm glad you're back to your regular self" like wtf are you saying, do you see him?? he was barely present the entire time, literally just a shadow of himself

we literally only saw his impression change twice - both times involving jihyun - once, when he's about to punch taehyung and the second time when jihyun speaks about his behavior in the surf club

what I also liked was how hard jaewon tries to get jihyun away from him but when they properly meet again in front of the classroom he can't even say no to jihyun asking to talk

well, back to the seniors.. they - emphasis on eunji and taehyung - are still assholes like wow you really don't even have the slightest bit of empathy left in you, have you? I found it pretty crazy how well you could tell in these episodes that neither eunji nor taehyung actually care for jaewon like at all, it feels like they see him as a trophy to carry around and show off and boost their egos with

that being said, I'm so glad taehyung got punched and eunji got absolutely devoured by jihyun, serves them right

taehyung is just so insensitive and childish, he makes me go insane, what was he expecting when he said that about jihyun? that people would clap?? no you idiot, be glad jaewon didn't break a bone or two

and eunji?? is she not embarrassed? her entire behavior is so embarrassing oh my god.. I know she can tell that jaewon doesn't want to be with her because she's not stupid, she just doesn't want to accept it, she can't accept being rejected and left and - what's even worse for her - she can't accept being left by jaewon for another man and I get it, it kinda sucks but you gotta face reality at some point, babes

and considering all that, it's so funny to watch how jihyun gets her blood boiling by simply existing, like she hates him so much and it's so amusing because jihyun couldn't care less, he just doesn't care

so the whole scene of them in the park was so satisfying to watch because with how the characters are positioned - eunji standing and jihyun sitting - and with the camera angle - looking up to eunji and down on jihyun- it's supposed to seem like she is above jihyun and then he just complety verbally destroys her because she already came into the conversation insecure, trying to cover it up by provoking jihyun but just didn't work

I genuinely believed in her redemption arc but at this point I don't think that's happening anymore

alrighty, next up, how sassy did jihyun get after literally almost drowning?? I really liked how he was joking around with his friends talking back to them and all that

and seeing his determination to get jaewon back was great, like he's better than me because I could never, he has a goal and he wants to achieve it

the thing that also stuck with me was him saying "I want to heal his wounds." which we all know he said with good intentions but I think jihyun also has to learn that the only person able to heal jaewon's wounds is jaewon himself, yes he can be there for him and be his support system but jaewon has to want this himself

I also really liked that we saw more of joon pyo in these episodes and he could redeem his "annoying childhood best friend"-image.. he's just a really sweet guy who, yes, is a bit much and a little awkward at times, but he has a good heart and really cares for jihyun

now onto the last bits of ep. 8: that hurt, it really hurt.. I get why jaewon pushed him away, I really do but that was not it, bestie.. I wanted to give jihyun a hug so bad

but honestly even though that was quite painful and I think jihyun might be a little thrown off, I think he's gonna keep pushing.. he was so sure about getting his man back I don't think he's stopping now

what I'm saying is, I hope they get back together and we get a happy ending on wednesday because otherwise.. well idk what I'd do otherwise

[missdreamshade]

Your work is amazing!! Hope you’re having an amazing day!! I absolutely loved your post with the maknae line where the reader’s friend helped the reader to escape against her will! Could you do one for the hyung line?? If not please don’t worry ☺️

// Aw, thank you! And yes, of course, sweetheart! Here you go! \\

Yandere!BTS Reaction: A Friend Tries To Take You Away (Hyung Line)

Warnings: yandere content, reader having Stockholm Syndrome, toxic and unhealthy dynamics / themes, please read at your own risk

Maknae Line ver.

Kim Namjoon

This had to be a joke. Completely idiotic, but a joke, nonetheless. Namjoon was sure - almost one hundred percent positive - that he trained you better than this. But when he walked through a utterly empty house, with you no where in sight, anger, betrayal, and sadness bubbled up in his chest.

He was so sure he had you thoroughly wrapped around his finger, but it seems as if he gravely underestimated you. 

He was seconds away from allowing all those emotions to boil over. Seconds away from putting his fist through the nearest sheet of dry wall. Over and over again until his knuckles came back a bruised and bloody mess.

That is, until his phone’s ringtone woke him up out of his frustrated-filled daze. Namjoon slipped his hand into his back pocket and scowled down at the caller-ID. Not once was he expecting that name to be illuminated on the screen.

The name of one of your painfully close friends. The same one he tried over and over again to rid permanently from your life. Mostly due to their pesky interference. So, with an aggravated sigh, he pressed the ‘accept’ button before bringing the device up to his ear.

“What the hell do you want,” he breathed out, skipping any formalities and jumping straight to the point, “Why is it that your calling me, hm? Let me guess, it’s about -”

His voice was abruptly cut off, however, by the angelic voice he missed oh-so desperately already.

“Joon,” he could practically feel the tremble in your voice through the phone, “I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to go, but they came and .. and ..”

He stood in silence as he listened to you attempting to regain even the slightest fraction of your composure. His jaw stayed firmly locked in place as his hand squeezed even tighter around the small breakable device.

The only thought in his mind was to have you back with him, safely wrapped up in his tight embrace.

No, his only thought was the different ways he could dispose of your friend for good. Permanently. So they could never rip you away from him again.

“Can you please come get me? They are upstairs getting the guest room ready .. I-I want to come home.”

Home. The way that word spilled from your perfect lips melted away any lasting anger. Your voice sounded as sweet and smooth like honey. Yet, it still trembled with every word that was uttered. 

Even in times of panic and worry, you were still his adorably meek little mouse. 

Namjoon soon found himself nodding in response to your question, your soft temporarily distracting him, but he quickly stopped upon the realization you weren’t able to see - or hear - his response. 

“Of course, darling,” he finally brought himself to speak, “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Stay put and don’t utter a single word until I get there, understand? I’ll deal with them accordingly soon enough. You’re such a good girl for calling me. I promise to spoil you the second I have you back in my arms, baby.”

Kim Seokjin

Moments like these were very rare. Jin practically hated everyone you spoke to, especially your friends. But when he offered to take you out for lunch - with a friend you haven’t seen in months - you couldn’t stop yourself from practically jumping with glee.

Although, it ended up turning out nothing like you had hoped. The atmosphere was painfully awkward. Hardly anyone spoke outside of occasional small talk such as the weather, news, or the taste of their food. Your friend never tore their sharp glare away from your boyfriend as they stuffed there mouth full with food. It never wavered, stalking his every move, until he eventually - and politely - excused himself to the washroom. 

“Psst,” a voice across from you suddenly tore your gaze up from your plate, “Let’s get out of here. Come on, while he’s still gone.”

Confusion and horror struck you at their words. You couldn’t possibly leave him, not now. Not ever. So you vigorously shook your head, hoping that was enough to shoot down their absurd idea. But when they went as far as to grab your arm and pull you up, your body went into a full panic.

“Stop it! Don’t - Don’t touch me!”

The sound of your bellowing voice caught nearly everyone’s attention. Customers. Waiters. And even Jin’s, as he just made his way out of the bathroom.

Truth be hold, he was alarmed when he saw you standing from your seat. He didn’t recall giving you permission to get up, nor cause a scene. But the way your body was tense, rigid, and how your eyes darted around made the reality of the situation dawn down upon him. 

“What’s going on here,” he calmly asked while wrapping an assuring arm around your waist. It was a simple gesture, but one that made you feel safe and secure.

The third voice to suddenly ring out instantly calmed each and every nerve your friend had provoked.

“N-Nothing, I promise,” you try to confidently announce, but your voice still quaked with every syllable, “I want to go home. Please.”

Jin smiled at your words, “Sure thing, princess. Why don’t you lead the way?”

He tossed a few bills onto the table - enough to pay for all three meals, plus a generous tip for the waiter - before following your figure out the door. Of course, stopping just long enough to shoot your friend a deadly glare, along with a victorious smirk.

When the two of disappeared down the street - and out of prying eyes - Jin pulled you in by the waist before pressing his lips against your own.

“You were such a good girl, princess. Such a good girl. I knew there was going to be a day where I could trust you. Maybe I should start taking you out more often now, yeah?”

Min Yoongi

You currently sat perched up on the couch, absentmindedly watching some type of T.V. show, while Yoongi slept soundly upstairs. Originally, you were cuddled up beside him, but between the heat and your undying alertness, you then ventured downstairs. 

But as the show finally began capturing your attention, the sound of the doorbell ringing snatched it away. Nervousness began to blossom in your stomach as you waited for your boyfriend to sluggishly make his way down the stairs, but he never did. 

The doorbell was sounded again and you reluctantly pushed yourself up off the couch cushions, making your way to the door. You knew he was only suppose to answer the door, but if he already hasn’t woken up yet, you could only guess at how exhausted he was. 

So while chewing your bottom lip, you pulled the door open only to be stunned with surprise. Here - standing only a few feet away - was your close friend. Their face contorted in relief when they saw you, but more specifically, when they saw you in one piece. 

“What are you doing here,” you questioned, uneasy, while shielding a part of your body with the door.

“Oh, god, I’m glad it wasn’t him that answered. Come on, let’s get you out of here, honey,” your friend calmly spoke, almost talking to you as if you were a frightened toddler, “I don't want you being anywhere near him anymore. He’s the worst possible thing for you. I know you may not believe it right now, but it’s true.”

At the end of their sentence, they used their body weight to further push open the door and wrap a tight grip around your wrist, trying to pull you along. Your heels dug into the tile floor as your other hand sprung out, holding onto the banister. You unwavering stance quickly made your friend exhausted, allowing yourself to finally wiggle out of their forceful grip.

“G-Get out of here. Get out of here before he wakes up,” you spoke, keeping your voice low, then sharply pointed to their car before slamming the door shut and locking it.

“Mm, well, aren’t you being a surprisingly good girl today, huh,” Yoongi’s raspy voice spoke from behind you, sending a wave of chills throughout your body, “I must admit, I’m feeling quite a bit of pride right now.”

You heard his footsteps get closer before his arms snaked around your waist, pressing your back into his chest. Shortly afterwards, his lips found their way to your neck, kissing all the way up until he whispered in your ear,

“But, babygirl, what did I tell you about answering the door?”

Jung Hoseok

This was Hoseok’s number one nightmare coming to life. You were missing - no - you weren’t just missing. You stolen away from the safety of his home to who knows where. 

Rain pounded against every solid object as thunder erupted in the night sky above. All while Hoseok sped through the streets, stopping at every destination you could possibly be hiding at. But his frustration kept growing - every time he was left disappointed - until teetered between misery and borderline murderous rage.

He went to take a sharp right turn before he was forced to slam on the brakes as a figure ran out right into the middle of the road. The lights from his car illuminated the person’s soaking wet and shivering form.

The figure looked like a terrified deer trapped in place by his headlights, but as his eyes squinted to get a better look, enormous amounts of weight lifted off his chest. it wasn’t just anyone, it was you - his scared little deer.

Without a second thought, he allowed all of his anger to consume him in an instant, and he stormed out of his car, nearly ripping the doors off the hinges.

“What in the actual fuc-” his voice attempted to bellow, sounding deeper and almost more menacing than ever before. 

But in a flash, he was caught off guard by your form dashing towards him. He felt your arms throw themselves around his neck, soon firmly locking in place, as the sounds of your sobs filled his ears.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whimpered out, just loud enough for him to hear you over the thudding of the rain, "I'm so-so sorry, Hobi.”

When his arms finally returned the same gesture, Hoseok found himself frowning. You were freezing to the touch. Your skin felt the same as ice. But no matter how annoyed he felt at your foolish actions, he couldn’t bring himself to feel anymore anger.

The feeling of having you safely back in his arms was much too euphoric. 

Through shaky breaths and choked sobs, you vaguely explained how your friend cornered you at work, forcing you into their car before Hoseok had the opportunity to arrive.

“I left as soon as I got the chance, b- but I got lost ..”

He pushed you out of his warm embrace - just enough for him to stare deeply into your teary, doe-like eyes.

“Shh .. It’s okay, baby. You’re back where you belong now. With me. You’re safe now. But, angel, I want you to tell me everything. Their phone number, their address, all of it. If you do, I’ll happily forget about your part in all of this. Besides, that bastard and I need to have a little chat.”

[raggaraddy]

OT7 Reaction.

Reaction: When you're with the members and you don't cum.

Trigger warning: Smut, blood-drinking, non-con, imprisonment, forced orgasm, D/s themes, yandere themes.

Alpha! Namjoon

You were completely distracted today. You'd seen one of your old friends in town and suddenly you'd become hit with a wave of guilt and regret. Remembering for the first time in months the life and people you had left behind. Not only that but feeling a sense of anxiety towards the life you now had. It wasn't always easy to accept the rules and regulations that came with being an Alphas mate, and at times like this, you felt so overwhelmed knowing you were living in a world of werewolves, and vampires, and all other kinds of monsters.

Back at home, Namjoon was being so passionate and loving with you, and despite the mess in your mind you were trying to reciprocate his affection. But as he kissed you, you weren't feeling connected to him. Even with him hard inside you, you couldn't feel the pressure between your thighs building into anything climatic.

All you could feel was his weight on top of you taking your breath away, your mind swirling over earlier concerns and now full of self-condemnation that you were not reacting well for Namjoon. Thinking that you should at least pretend to be enjoying yourself so you don't make him feel bad.

With how transparent you are to Namjoon, you aren't able to hide your preoccupied mind from him.

He pauses, lifting himself up, giving you space to breathe. "Are you okay beautiful?" He whispers.

Unreasonably, that question makes you even more emotional and you can't keep yourself from crying.

Joon immediately reacts. "What's wrong baby?" He coos, pulling out of you a little panicked. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" he looks down your body for signs of bruises or marks. Sometimes he can get too caught up in the moment and forgets his own supernatural strength.

Shaking your head, you cry a bit louder. There isn't any way you can think to detail how you're feeling or why you're crying. It seems hopeless to try to explain now. So you only shrug, rubbing your palm against your eyes to wipe away tears.

Starting to understand a little, and seeing as you're not hurt Namjoon's worry eases slightly. "Okay." he soothes, getting off from you. He moves to the side of the bed, covering himself and you with the blanket. Leaning against the headboard he wraps his arms around you cradling you into his chest, his hand lightly stroking your side as you curl into him.

You're never sure how to force these emotions away, but the feeling of protection and warmth Namjoon is giving you is already enough to make you feel a little better.

Gently he kisses the top of your head, speaking softly into your hair. "I'm here beautiful whenever you're ready."

King! Seokjin

Over the past few months, things had seemed to be getting better from how extreme and scary they had been in the past. Jin had been more patient, careful, and considerate with you. Treating you more like a person rather than a doll. And while it might have been hard to accept at first, you also found that there seemed to be a sense of depth growing in your relationship. Something reminiscent of care and compassion.

This week, however, Jin was all over the place. Yo-yoing between his new gentleness and his old sadism. He'd been calling you to him and was leaving your body in a sorry state. Covering you in bruises and marks from where he took out his stresses and boredom on you.

The sudden reversion had you, once again, an anxious, nervous wreck. So much so that in a calm moment of intimacy with him, you were too uneasy to relax or enjoy yourself.

Riding him your body was completely stiff, your legs trembling as you are so entirely focused on only him and making him happy.

In spite of your panic, your efforts see results, making you nearly sigh in elation when you make him cum. The moment he is finished he shoves you off and you shuffle further to the side of the bed to avoid being caught in his way.

"What's the matter, princess?" He stands up, redressing himself. "I am not good enough for you?" He questions.

Your eyes go wide, your jaw tightening as you swallow hard. You had hoped he wouldn't notice or care that you didn't cum. But he is looking down at you displeased, with an expecting look.

"N-no. Of course not Your Majesty. You were amazing." You stutter.

Instinctually, you turn to keep your eyes on him as he walks the edge of the bed coming around to where you are.

"If I am not enough for you maybe I should call someone else in to finish you off." He offers the menacing suggestion, his hand grabbing your ankle and yanking you over the side of the mattress. "In fact, I could call a few people here if you're being difficult."

You shake your head, looking up at him silently pleading for mercy. The threat of being passed around by other men is something you wouldn't put past him. And the thought terrifies you. "No, my Lord I only want you." You try to hide the panic in your tone. "I'm sorry I will do better."

He leans over you. His hand coming behind your head, he holds your gaze. A look of offence in his expression. "See that you do." Shoving you away, he pushes you off the bed. "Get out."

You grab your clothes from the floor and run to the door not pausing to get dressed. Biting back the sting of approaching tears, you can only hope and pray that the kinder version of the King comes back soon.

Assassin! Yoongi

You'd been locked in your studio for nearly three weeks. Yoongi had left one day without a word of warning. You had just woken up to find the door to your room was sealed. Obviously, you had everything you needed to survive; a bathroom, kitchenette, food and water, but that didn't mean that just surviving in isolation for 20 days wasn't excruciating.

While fantasizing about his return, you had promised yourself that, despite the consequences, this time you were going to tell him off. You were not going to let him get away with locking you up without notice or reason.

But unfortunately, as soon as you heard that bolt open you were so relieved and so desperate for human contact that you completely disregarded all of your convictions.

Once again, you were furious with Yoongi but jumped right back into the compliant, accommodating role you always seemed to play. Spending the evening walking on eggshells, trying to welcome him back, to make him happy and relaxed so that you weren't thrown back into confinement.

Thankfully, on this day he seemed to be in a good mood. Smiling, talking, and carefree with you. And while he didn't give you any specific information about the job, he was even telling you about where he'd been and the sights he had seen. Although, it hurt your heart to hear that while you had been crying yourself to sleep in the confines of your 25 square meter studio, he had been enjoying himself galavanting around Milan.

Out of desperation to feel better and to have any form of human comfort, you seek out warmth and intimacy from Yoongi and to your relief he is responsive.

Slowly and tenderly you begin to find pleasure in one another. Spending time kissing and petting on the sofa between your ongoing conversation. Hours pass before you even make your way to his bedroom, by which time you are extremely needy and eager for release.

Lost in the enjoyment of having him so close and inside you, you don't feel the time pass and you don't notice as Yoongi works himself to a point of ecstasy. It's only as his strokes falter, his groans of pleasure brushing your neck, that you realize he has cum. Not giving you a moment to catch up, he pulls out letting you fall onto your stomach.

As quickly as you roll onto your back, he is already heading to the bathroom.

"Wait," you call after him, the ache in your core going unabated. "I didn't get to-um," you stammer, feeling embarrassed to ask for what you want. "I didn't cum." you blush.

Turning back, he stares at you smugly, his tongue licking his lips. "So. What do you want me to do about it?" he shrugs leaving the room. Leaving you aching and moping with your disappointment.

Vampire! Hoseok

After months of being nothing more than Hoseoks chew toy, you'd finally found a small sliver of hope you could cling to. He might be a monster, but he was one you were learning to tame, little by little.

At first, you'd hoped that if you took the fight out of your interactions it would make him bored and move on. But what was happening was surprisingly more than that. Slowly, by actively engaging him, you were turning him from being solely possessive and harmful, into someone who could have the ability to be affectionate. Even if his affection still wasn't gentle.

Hoseok knew what you were doing and he was loving it. For the first time in nearly a century he was realizing he wanted not just a plaything, but someone who could dote on him and give him an almost human experience.

By now, with both of you playing along, you knew his moods and how to anticipate when it was going to get worse. And more than that you were learning how to defuse him.

You weren't sure what had been happening all day but the house was full of his men, human and vampire alike, most speaking in foreign languages you had no grasp of. While you didn't know the context or cause, you knew that Hoseok was frustrated. A dangerous thing, that would certainly put you at risk later.

As the conversations in the kitchen were becoming mostly shouting, you march in among the group pushing your way to Hoseok. Wearing the oversized t-shirt dress he likes, your hair up and off your neck like he likes, ready to intervene. He receives you right away, his arms drawing you into his chest.

You've learnt not to wait for approval or permission. Kissing him in front of everyone, reaching up on your tip-toes and holding onto his jacket for stability to pull him into you.

"Out. Now." He turns his head away, ordering the people around you intensely. The crowd quickly follow the command and disband. You don't let the distraction slow you, kissing down his jaw and neck.

You aren't yet fully alone before Hoseok has you on the kitchen counter, pushing himself into you. His hands clinging harshly to your sides keep you in rhythm with him. You're arms around his neck, you're panting and groaning, rocking into his hard strokes as they hit you deep and rough.

Feeling him getting close, you arch your neck to the side, pushing aside the stray hairs.

"Bite me," you whisper through heavy breath. He doesn't have to be asked twice. Tugging you closer, he sinks his fangs into your neck.

Despite it being your request and you expecting it, you are still unable to stop yourself from squealing and flinching from the pain the puncture causes on already tender skin.

He removes his bite quickly. For a moment leaning back with red-tinted lips, watching his work, watching with a smile as the blood bubbles out of you. Rapidly your neck and chest become wet and sticky as it flows down your skin, staining your navy dress.

Licking his lips, Hoseok dives back into your wounds sucking and lapping at your neck, drawing blood, making your head become lighter with every passing second.

Even while feeling feint you still have the sense to keep your attention focused on Hoseok. Your body is losing all of its sensations. Any awareness of pain or pleasure swiftly slipping from you. But you know how much he likes to feel you cum around him. And all of this will be for naught if he doesn't get what he wants. So you'll just have to put on a little show.

Clinging your hands into his hair, you hold yourself to him not strong enough to do anything but let him take control. Steadily you build up a chorus of played-up moans and whimpers. Twitching and clenching around his cock the way he likes. Calling his name the way he likes. Panting and huffing in his ear right until he is ready to fill you. Just as his thrusts become sloppy and uncontrolled, you yelp, throwing your head back, yanking at his hair and squeezing around his cock. Letting him see and feel all the signs of a mind-blowing orgasm.

Seconds later he stops draining you, smacking his lips to yours. Groaning into your mouth, he coats your tongue in your own blood, fucking you forcefully as he cums.

The blood loss finally catching up to you, your grip weakens and your head drops back. Only Hoseok's hands keep you upright as he kisses bloody marks all over your mouth, jaw and neck.

As he always does, he bites his lip, kissing his blood into your mouth to heal your wounds. Not finished tasting you, he runs his tongue down your body, drinking up every last drop he let spill.

Too dizzy to get yourself there, Hoseok carries you to your bedroom, a wide smirk fixed on his face.

"You're delicious, baby."

Playboy! Jimin

From the time he came home, Jimin had been needy. You couldn't really understand why he would even want to be with you after the horrible fight you had had the night before. He'd screamed such awful things at you, and you still had a split lip from his outburst. Right now you weren't even enjoying being near him, let alone wanting to be intimate with him.

Curled up on the couch, you kept pushing against his chest trying to angle your face down to stop him from kissing you. Throwing out every non-verbal clue you could to tell him that you wanted him to stop.

Recently you'd stopped actually telling him when you didn't want to have sex. No matter what you said he would always ignore you. A few times this lead to him being very rough and forceful with you, and a couple of other times he had completely pinned you down and made you have sex anyway. So now you were doing your best to convince yourself that if you never actually say the word no- if you don't tell him you don't want to, that it wasn't as bad when he still makes you do it.

After so much grabbing at you and whining for you to kiss him back, you eventually find it easier to just give in, no longer resisting him as he strips your clothes.

Passively you let him use you, hating the way you feel dirty and taken advantage of, but also feeling guilty. The downside of your new method is that because you didn't tell him you didn't want to have sex, it feels unfair to him to not enjoy it or to feel abused.

It isn't until he is finished, his desire having been sated, that he actually notices how withdrawn and silent you've become. How you've recoiled from him. How empty you look.

"What's wrong?" he asks, sounding slightly accusatory but mostly concerned. "Didn't you enjoy it?"

You can only find the strength to shrug, scared anything else might erase the shield of numbness you're trying to hide behind.

"You okay?" he examines softly. His eyes filling with unease and shame. You nod, forcing a small smile, not able to make eye contact with him.

"I'm gonna have a shower." you mutter, getting up from the couch. You don't look back. You don't want to see the regret lingering on Jimin's face. You know it will disappear the very next time he wants something from you again.

Dom! Taehyung

Taehyung was making you feel great. It had been a while since you'd had sex in a way that could be considered vanilla and while it wasn't your preferred style, you were still enjoying the pleasures of being with him. Unfortunately, the slow, passionate way you two were making love just wasn't enough stimulation alone to get you to cum. So while he came inside you, you were just revelling in the closeness and intimacy of the moment.

Taehyung however, knew something was missing. He missed your pretty cries and the way you bit your lip, your hand, his shoulder, really anything you could, to stop from screaming.

"If it wasn't enough for you, you should have told me," he says resting back with his hands behind his head.

"No, I had a lot of fun." you smile, feeling content and relaxed.

"I don't fuck you for fun. I fuck you to hear you cum." He teases, grinning widely.

"Fine." You close your eyes, sinking into the bed. "Let's go again and I'll fake it." you chuckle, "It's not like you can even tell the difference." you joke.

"Oh, I can't?" He sits up, his expression having gone blank.

"Um," you click your tongue stuck on what to say. Realizing what you said wasn't what you meant and had come off less like playful, and more as a challenge, or confession.

But it's too late. What you said is out there now, and Taehyung isn't going to let it go lightly.

45 minutes later and you're still on the bed. Only now with your hands and legs tied to the frame, tears rolling down your cheeks, and Taehyungs fingers and the Hitachi wand forcing into your 7th orgasm, unable to even form an apology anymore.

No matter how you pull at the ropes there is no give. You try to buck your hips away but Taehyungs weight pressing into you stops you from doing so. The sensitivity caused by the toy turning painful as it continues to vibrate against your clit well past the afterglow fading.

"Hmm. I'm not sure if that was real either." He muses, with mocking and an obvious fake thought in his tone. "You're just going to have to keep cuming until I can tell the difference, little girl."

Mafia! Jungkook

If anyone had been looking in, seeing you sitting in the living room with Jungkook, they might have never suspected anything was wrong in your relationship. They certainly wouldn't ever think that you were a prisoner in this house. Not with how calm and cosy the two of you seemed to be.

At times like this, it was easy for even you to forget that you hadn't been outside freely in nearly 22 weeks.

Wrapped warmly in his arms, laying along the sofa, you look up admiringly, watching the side of Jungkooks face as he watches the television. Feeling your attention, he glances down at you with a small smile.

"What?" he raises his eyebrow.

"Nothing," you blush, smiling flirtatiously. "You're just pretty." Your hands roam his chest, trailing down his torso bumping against his abs. Licking your lips, your touch continues lower rubbing his crotch, grabbing him through his pants.

The sudden action makes him gasp and jolt. His cheeks getting a red hue to them. Loving the way he reacts you keep grinding your palm up and down his lap. Feeling him growing and hardening as he tries to keep a straight face.

Just as he starts to groan, his erection becoming strained against his sweatpants, you slip from the couch onto the floor. Shuffling around his legs you get to your knees between his thighs and tug down his pants.

Slowly and seductively you take him into your mouth, enjoying the moans and praises Jungkook lets fall from his unfiltered mind. Working him with your mouth and hand you quickly bring him to his end. Ardently he starts to thrust up, unable to resist fucking you deeper as he cums down your throat.

Smiling brightly and revelling in the euphoria he drops back. Wiping your mouth, you climb back onto the couch chuckling to yourself, pleased with how cute and satisfied he looks.

Curling back into his chest, you get yourself into the same relaxed position, laying with him as he gradually regains his wits.

"Come here Kitten, it's your turn." He gently tugs on your arm, running his tongue against his cheek.

"No, it's alright." You smile back, "You don't have to. I just wanted to-"

Using his body, he pushes you, making you fall onto your back. Stopping you mid-sentence he kisses you passionately as his hands pull down your shorts, throwing them to the side. Shuffling down your body he positions himself between your legs, pulling one of your thighs over his shoulders to spread them.

"You made me feel good, so I wanna make you feel good too." he winks.

[a-write-for-soreeyes]

Making Bets | Seo-Joon [True Beauty] x Gender Neutral!Reader

summary: making bets with your boyfriend Seo-Joon was NEVER a good idea, but when a no kiss bet with a promise of a week of dates comes up, how could you refuse?

word count: 2280

a/n: sorry i’ve been so absent! it’s been really hard to finish writing anything i’ve started recently but i’ve got something in the works i hope you all enjoy! :D <3

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Making bets with Han Seo-joon was never a good idea. But, when the prize was a full week where the winner gets to choose a week of dates… how could I say no.

“y/n I don’t get why you said yes to this bet, we all know you can’t even last through first period without a kiss from Seo-joon.” Soo-a said as she cuddled further into Tae-hoon’ side on the bench across the lunch table, “yah, we all know you guys are all over each other whenever possible,” Tae-hoon groaned out leaning his head on Soo-a’, “speak of the devil.” looking up from shuffling food around my tray I saw Seo-joon approaching the table trailing just behind Ju-kyung and Soo-ho’s linked arm forms looking a little more than disgruntled at the couple walking in front of him.

“Hello love birds, how nice of you to grace us with your presence on this fine monday morning.” Tae-hoon teased as the other couple sat next to me, Seo-joon taking the last spot to the right of Soo-a, across from me.

“What Seo-joon, not going to kiss your partner hello?” Soo-ho joked as he kissed Ju-Kyung’ cheek before picking food up from his plate and feeding her.

“Morning.” Seo-joon whispered, barely sparing me a glance before looking back at his tray. “Morning babe.” I whispered back.

“So y/n...I heard you and Seo-joon made a bet over the weekend. What’s up with that?” Ju-Kyung asked pushing her hair over her shoulder and turning my way, “oh,” clearing my throat, “Well, Seo-joon's friends were complaining over the weekend about how much we kiss each other in front of them, so we decided to make a bet on how long we could go without kissing each other, and whoever caves in first loses. But, the winner gets to decide a full week of dates the loser has to pay for.” I stated.

“OOO! That sounds fun! We both know you guys though, and we know you both wont last 3 days!” Soo-a joked, causing the rest of the table to laugh, “what plans do you have to win?” she continued.

“Well, I’m not sure to be honest,” I chuckled running a stressed hand through my hair, “I think I’m just going to try and focus on something else other than kissing him, even though that’s going to be hard.” I said laughing a little, sticking my tongue out at Seo-joon just to tease him.

“Well if you need any help y/n just let us know, Ju-kyung and I would be happy to help!” Soo-a said, as everyone returned to their lunches.

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“y/n it’s been 2 days and you’re already starting to annoy us with all your whining about missing your ‘sweet precious Seo-joon’” Soo-jin joked, making a silly whiny voice at the end causing the other girls around the table with us to laugh at her terrible impression of me.

“Ya Soo-ho has been telling me about how annoying Seon-joon has been about this whole bet thing and he’s just about ready to kill him.” Ju-kyung laughed.

Sighing I took a sip of my milkshake, “I know, we’re so annoying but I don’t know what to do, I really miss him, but I don’t want to have to pay for all the dates we’d be going on.”

“Well why don’t you try to seduce him?” Soo-jin started, “I mean you’re closing at your work tomorrow right? Why don’t you invite him over for a late night swim after you close? I mean your boss shouldn’t mind if you don’t tell them right?”

“That’s,,,that’s not a bad idea Soo-jin.”

“Ya! And you can ask him tomorrow at school in front of all his friends! He’d be crazy to say no in front of them! especially to a makeout session in a pool!” Ju-Kyung reasoned, Soo-a shaking her head in agreement at our master plan.

“Alright then! Tomorrow at school.” I stated, taking the last sip of my milkshake.

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“Hey baby.” I said walking right up to Seo-joon in the hallway, effectively stopping Seo-joon and his posse in their tracks.

“Oh, uhh, hey honey, how’s it going?” Seo-joon said, startled by my sudden appearance in front of him.

“Hey y/n!” one of Seo-joons friends said cheerfully. Paying his friend no mind I started to lean in closer to Seo-joon, causing him to lean his head back to avoid mine.

“So listen, I was thinking about going swimming at my work later? My boss is letting me close alone tonight since I’ve got the late shift?” I said leaning in closer with each sentence. Looking into Seo-joon's widened eyes at my statement.

Hearing his friends muffled laughing from behind him, he cleared his throat composing himself, “thanks for the offer baby but uh- i'm busy tonight.” he said hurriedly, before pushing past me and making his way into the classroom behind us, sitting at his desk hiding his flushed face and trying to ignore his friends teasing.

Looking over to Soo-a and Ju-Kyung I shook my head. Soo-a's expression turned to one of disappointment and Ju-Kyung letting out a hufft that our plan hadn’t worked.

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“Soo-aaaaaa, our plan didn’t wooorrrrkk.” I whined, placing my head on my hand and leaning against the lunch table, “I don’t know what I'm supposed to do anymore, it’s been 6 days and I miss him.”

“y/n dude we know you miss him but you gotta stop talking about how much you miss him, it’s all you’ve been talking about since this whole bet started.” Tae-hoon complained.

“Listen, it’s not my fault that he’s so perfect and that every time I see him I just wanna kiss his perfect lips.” I whined my head slipping down my arm as I stared at Seo-joon from across the lunch room.

“Well if I were you and I wanted to avoid kissing my boyfriend I would just ignore him until he gives in.” Ju-kyung said between mouthfuls of rice and meat off of her lunch tray, “thanks babe.” Soo-ho said sarcastically as he looked at Ju-kyung blank faced, “no problem honey, only telling you the truth.” She joked before giving him a quick kiss on the lips, which he gladly accepted.

“I hate you guys and your cute-and-able-to-kiss-each-other, relationships.” I sighed, “well I guess ignoring him until he gives in isn’t such a bad idea.”

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“Hey baby.” Seo-joon whispered as he placed his arm above me on the wall leaning in. “h-hey Seo-joon, how-how’s your day been?” I stuttered out trying to look him in the eyes, “My day’s better now that I've seen you.” He stated, gently lifting my face to properly look him in the eyes. “Listen honey, I have to get going to class but how about after school I take you to that book store you’ve been begging me to take you to”,

“Y-yeah, that would be nice thanks.”

“Good.” He leaned in to kiss me, feeling his warm breath fan across my face, causing me to flush. Closing my eyes I waited for the final push of his lips against mine, but instead felt the cold take the place of his warm breath as he suddenly pulled away his light laughter mixing with the small snickers of his friends watching the interaction, “see ya later baby.” he stated walking off down the hallway, his friends chasing after him, congratulation him on the little stunt he pulled on me. Seeing Ju-kyung, Soo-a and Soo-jin shaking their heads out of the corner of my eye, Soo-jin tutted “using your own tactic against you, that’s evil. but, man, you’ve got it bad for that boy. Good luck paying for all those dates.”

“I’m gonna have to try a lot harder to ignore him if he’s going to keep pulling stunts like that.” I sighed.

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It’s been 8 days since the bet had started, and it hadn’t gotten any easier to not kiss him. We’ve been effectively avoiding each other, this afternoon at school being the first time we’ve spoken since last thursday.

“Thanks for paying my bus fee. You didn’t have to do that” I thanked Seo-joon awkwardly as we took a seat at the very back of the bus.

“Of course, you’re my partner, you think I'd make you pay your own bus fee?” he laughed lightly, reaching out for my hand. Quickly yanking my hand away from his grasp I cleared my throat fixing my uniform shirt, looking away before I could get drawn back in by him.

“How was your day? You know besides great because now you’re seeing me.” he joked trying to drag my gaze away from the window to my left, “it was fine thanks, boring but you know how it is, stressed for the test on friday though.” I tried to joke, switching my gaze from the window to my fingers, playing with the hem of my dressshirt.

Sitting in awkward silence for the rest of the bus ride, we finally arrived at the small corner bookstore Ju-kyung recommended I check out.

“You know I could have just driven us here on my motorcycle right?”

“Well yeah but you know how I feel about your motorcycle, you’re gonna get killed on that think Seo-joon.” I joked, knocking his shoulder lightly, trying to lighten the mood from the tense bus right here. “Here let me get that for you.” Seo-joon said softly as he grabbed the door handle pulling it open for me to enter the warmth of the small store.

“Ah welcome!” the man at the front desk said as he pulled his headphones up from his neck to cover his ears, “FEEL FREE TO LOOK AROUND.” he yelled over the blasting rock music coming from his headphones.

Seo-joon and I quickly thanked him before walking further into the winding stacks of manga, making sure to be well out of earshot before bursting into fits of giggles over the yelling of the man at the front desk, calming down slightly before hearing him knock over a drink and letting out a few loud curses, throwing us back into our fits of giggles, leaning in Seo-joon's warmth trying to calm down.

Pulling away from him I cleared my throat before making my way further into the store fixing my uniform sweater to try and calm my warming face. Hearing Seo-joon clear his own throat before following a few steps behind me.

Running my fingers softly over the spines of manga looking for a title that grabbed me, I scanned the bookshelf spotting a title I recognized. “Seo-joon look!” I spoke excitedly pointing to the book I recognized on the top shelf, “My sister and I used to read them when we were younger, we would fight over our single copy for hours trying to read it before the other was able to.” I laughed lightly at the memory, not noticing Seo-joon's soft gaze watching me ramble about my childhood. Reaching up to try and grab the book I switched to standing on my tiptoes stretching my arm up as far as possible mumbling to myself, cursing my parents for making me so short. Just as I felt my finger tips brush the cracked spine of the manga a large hand came out of my right field vision grabbing the book off the shelf for me. “Ah thank you baby.” I thanked Seo-joon turning to him, reaching out for the book he still held in his much larger hands, however being slightly startled at how close he was actually standing to me.

Standing still for a few moments just looking at each other I broke the silence, “thanks for grabbing that for me. Could I please have the book now?” my voice coming out in barely a whisper. Not getting any sort of response from Seo-joon I asked him, “Seo-joon? What’s wrong ba-” not being able to get through the full sentence before feeling the breath knocked out of me as Seo-joon pressed his lips against mine, effectively ending the bet in one, beautiful, breathtaking, sweet kiss.

Pulling back after a few moments to catch out breath I looked up at him, eyes slightly closed still relishing in the feeling of the kiss we shared, a soft warm light coming from the shop's eclectic lighting fixtures, haloing him making him look more ethereal than I have ever seen him. “Sorry I didn’t ask you if I could kiss you, but I just saw you rambling about the book you were passionate about, and you look so cute with your hair falling in front of your face like it is,” he whispered lovingly pushing a strand of hair out of my sight, “and I just realized. I love you.” he stated, taking a deep breath in waiting for my reaction to his first confession.

Looking at me worriedly waiting for my reaction. “I love you too Seo-joon” I whispered, standing on my tiptoes, burying my face in his neck embarrassed at the first proper confession of our love for each other. Feeling Seo-joon smile into my neck he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer into his warm body, standing back, flat on my feet he buried me further into his chest, the both of us relishing in the warmth the others love provided.

“You know, I think our first date this week should be the movies tomorrow.” I started to laugh, feeling his chest rumble beneath my head he sighed lightly,

“You’re going to drain my bank account dry this week with these dates aren’t you?”

“Hahaha! Maybe I am. It’s only because I love you though.”

“I love you too”

[yoonjinkooked]

Bon Voyage with BTS | Masterlist

7 different stories, all based on the same trope - strangers to lovers.

7 stories, 7 members, 7 different locations.

One already posted, one half written, others planned and hopefully on the way soon!

Pairing: Namjoon x female reader

Location: Dubrovnik, Croatia

Genre: fluff, smut, a little bit of angst

Read if: You are still salty about how GOT ended and want to think about Joon’s arms

Posting date: TBA

Having been a full time Game Of Thrones fangirl for years, you owed it to yourself to honor your love of the show (and books! You’re not a “fake” fan!) and finally visit Dubrovnik, AKA King’s Landing. Your friends didn’t bother joining you (still salty about THAT ending) but you weren’t going to let that deter you. You begin to second guess that when you end up being seated next to the most all-knowing Game Of Thrones nerd who doesn’t know how to shut up. He annoys the life out of you but… arms. 

Pairing: Seokjin x female reader

Location: Jeju Island, Korea

Genre: fluff, smut and a fair share of crack

Read if: You are a major foodie and would trust Seokjin with your life. Or to choose your dinner. 

Posting date: TBA

Your month-long Korean trip ends on Jeju Island, where you plan to spend three days hiking, lounging on the beach and more than anything else, stuffing your face with the best food Jeju has to offer. You don’t trust Google, tho - no, you’d rather pay for one of those AirBnB tours that the locals offer. That is how you end up spending some quality time with Kim Seokjin, letting him lead you through all the markets and hidden gems that your tourist self wouldn’t be able to find.

Watermelon Sugar 

Pairing: Yoongi x female reader

Location: Skiathos, Greece

Genre: fluff, smut

Read if: You love Yoongi. That’s it. An abundance of Yoongi. You’ll fall in love with him. 

READ HERE Travelling alone to your dream destination had sounded like a good idea at the time. And you don’t regret doing it, of course not - you’re in Greece! The food! The sun! The smell of the sea! The white walls and blue chairs, the hills, the warm days and colder nights. A little company wouldn’t hurt, tho. That’s how you end up talking to Min Yoongi, your next door neighbour with whom you practically share a balcony. He’s quiet, he barely leaves his room but when you reach out, he doesn’t push you away. That’s how your Greek adventure begins.

Pairing: Hoseok x female reader

Location: The Mediterranean

Genre: smut, crack, pretty fluffy, too

Read if: You want to laugh. A bunch of old people trying to matchmake for Y/N x Hoseok

Posting date: TBA

You were always your Gran’s favorite grandchild and she has never bothered hiding it. Feeling a bit guilty for not having much time for her lately, you gladly accept her suggestion to join her on a cruise - a chance to see the Mediterranean area and to reconnect with your Gran? Sounds perfect! Except, she neglects to tell you that you are pretty much the only traveler below the age of 60. Or that her new elder’s home dance instructor that is also joining the cruise is a certified hunk. 

Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien

Pairing: Jimin x female reader

Location: Paris, France

Genre: fluff, smut

Read if: You have the dark haired, ripped jeans Jimin living in your mind rent free.

READ HERE

Paris has exceeded your expectations. Sure, some parts of it are overrated tourist traps, but overall, you are more than happy to be there. The one downside of your first major trip alone is that you can’t take your own photos and selfie sticks are below you. So, you ask a random stranger to take the photo for you. And then you run into him again. And again. And again. That is how you end up dropping your plans and spending the day with Park Jimin. 

Paint Me

Pairing: Taehyung x female reader

Location: Tuscany, Italy

Genre: fluff, smut

Read if: Holy moly, this is going to be *very* sensual. That’s all I’ll say

READ HERE

Writing is difficult. Incredibly, torturously difficult, if you’re being honest. Still riding the waves of your first best seller, you struggle to find the time, energy and inspiration to write again. Your publisher insists that you step away from the craziness of it all and you take his suggestion, renting a tiny, semi-secluded house in Tuscany, ready to spend some time with yourself and your old, nearly broken down laptop. The house comes with its ups and downs. Down - the water pressure is horribly weak. Up - the owner, the famous painter Kim Taehyung, is happy to help. 

Pairing: Jungkook x female reader

Location: Undisclosed, the woods in the middle of nowhere

Genre: fluff, smut

Read if: You want to see rich, seemingly cold businessman JJK slowly melting into a softie

Posting date: TBA

Recently returning back to every 'most eligible bachelor' list in existence, Jeon Jungkook decides he needs some time alone. He wants to run away from the corporate world and his demanding job, memories of his cheating ex-girlfriend and the overall speed that the city life brings. He wants, no, needs some peace and quiet. When he rents a nice and comfy cabin in the woods, the last thing he expects is to one day find a bunch of girl scouts and their annoying leader/teacher/chaperone camping in his new backyard.

[jovnie]

The king's arrogance | Namjoon

Summary

The King had knowledge on everything and one in his castle, however he knew nothing of the kingdom he ruled before him. That was till one day he left and found you a street merchant.

Words 5k

Namjoon king au! Reader civilian!

Warnings: fluff, cocky joon, medium amount of smut, mentions of parent death, creampie, oral ( female ), big-dick Joon, nonconsensual touches, creampie, rough sex, lot of plot. Very quick relationship.

I beg that you listen to The mary go round from the moving castle [ slowed ] when reading. I think you'll enjoy it even more with it in the background.

Namjoon sat on the throne, laid back and legs spread apart as a servant read him his to-do list for today.

"Well sir, today starts the month planning of the ball. We have a few colors I'm sure you'll enjoy, however, I'm sorry to inform you that the family members that shouldn't be named threatened third way onto the guest list" the man spoke in fear, nodding and sighing namjoon dismissed the servant with talks of the guest later.

"Mrs. Pot is the tea almost ready?" He asked kindly as the elder Korean lady nodded with a bright smile. Smiling softly, the older lady pinched his cheeks softly.

"I still remember when you were a baby and your late parents running you from tea session to tea session. Oh, how I'm sure you miss them as much as I " her smile faded, as she poured the tea on the table in front of him.

"I do, it's been 18 years now. Since I was 10 I believe, so right 18 years. I'm sure they would've loved to taste this freshly poured tea once again" he reassured, rubbing her back and once done taking a sip with her.

"I'll make sure to clean the alter table later and pour some tea with them" she smiled delicately, as took a drink of her tea.

That was right this year would make it the 18th anniversary of his parent's passing ever since the flood. It was heartbreaking, as his eyes dimmed in sadness the older lady pinched his cheek as he smiled with a tear down his cheek.

"Now don't go soft on me Namjoon, you have to stay strong for those who can't and I know it all hurts. But they'll be watching you like garden spirits. I know your mother is very proud and your father knowing how much a man and a king you have become. Now I have to go, it's time for me to go tend the gardens. Goodbye joonie" she waved, after collecting the empty teacups snd pots. Watching her wheel everything away, namjoon felt comforted by her words and took a deep breath before getting up and moving on with his day.

He spent the day testing and looking at fabrics, color swatches, and paper samples. The ball, gala, or celebration was very important for the kingdom. They only three one when it was important and this time it was a celebration of life once lived aka his parent's death date. September 4th. This day celebrated life and death, just like fall. He loved the metaphor behind it and hated how true love ended so quickly in his eyes. However he too wishes to be able to die with the one he loved dearly by his side, he hated how romantic it sounded and how bad he wanted it. Love wasn't an easy game and not once could he find someone who commented with him in a deep, if not spiritual way.

Itching the back of his head, he walked on and into his room. He had another busy schedule ahead of him. Sometimes he just wished he could live amongst the people for a day. That's what he'll do. Looking around for his leather satchel, he put together what he called a commoners bag. A bag that contained money, an id, and a diary. Looking around for clothes that seemed passable for a commoner and changed into them. From there he grabbed his stuff and snuck his way out of the Castle through the bag. He made sure Mrs. Pot knew where he was just in case this would get him in trouble. After all, the family would show up unexpectedly most of the time and he had people watch his every move as well.

Making sure his hat covered all of his hair, he walked into the street lights and found a carriage ride who was going home or into the city. He paid the guy and let him into the buggy and the city.

Namjoon did this for a weak till he knew the ropes of running out of the kingdom St night, he tried his best to avoid getting caught with the knight guards and the pesticide workers who showed nd yelled deals in his face. He also learned patience along with that, another valuable lesson needed as a king or so he was taught.

One night he went into a low-lit bar with entertainers. Majory we're female and drove the men in the room wild. He's had his fee share of women, but not when it came to this level. He found it charming and often sent gifts to them for their hard work. From the kingdom's guards and not him personally. Still, he ordered rice wine snd some jerky, before leaving. leaving a lady much shorter than him, bumped into his shoulder.

"Guards there's the thrift!" A younger woman pointed, as the men ran after her. Wanting to know what was up, he walked up to the merchant and simply asked. You explained that the woman was a theft, they would steal all her family food at night to make their profit.

"I'm sure you can be more um what are these?" He asked, picking up the food he's never seen before.

"Fruit?" You questioned grabbing the lemon out of his hand. "Well shops closed sir, come back tomorrow and you can buy our lovely fruit," you said kindly, walking up the stairs in this wooden place. Following you, namjoon closed the door behind and also walked up. Namjoon didn't know much manners, but he had the basics for a king. However, to a common person like you, he was a pest, rude, etc.

"Um, what are you doing?" you asked folding sheets for your bed up.

"It's nighttime aren't you gonna ask me to stay and wait till morning?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I supposed. By the way, there's a futon bed over there. I'll make dinner soon then!" you welcomed, as namjoon looked ok confusion at what the blanket on the floor was trying to imitate. Taking off his shoes, he placed his bag on the 'futon' and hung his jacket and hat on the hanger by the door.

Arriving back you blushed hard, as a beautiful looking man was now clear in your view. Luckily for namjoon, you had no money to spend on papers like everyone else or let alone money to go to the balls either. Therefore you had no clue that this man was a noble, let alone the king. If you did you would've just died at how you just treated him.

"It's beef and seaweed soup, with carrots and onions" you listed off as you placed the bowl on the floor diner table. Placing a spoon and a napkin on the side, you forgot the drink. Walking away you grabbed him a cup and poured lemonade in, before walking back. On your arrival, you saw him going to town on the meal. He slurped and moaned as he complimented your cooking. Chuckling, you sat the glass of lemonade down and took the napkin to wipe his chin and cheek. Placing it down, you watched him continue and enjoy it. Although there was only enough for his, you still had something to eat. You simply had bread and butter with some lemonade as well.

It took him a bit to notice you didn't have a bowl which made him feel a bit guilty but instead handed her 30 ₩ which was a lot during that time. Not wanting to take it, he "accidentally " dropped it down your bra and smiled.

"Well it's late, we should sleep and then go out to shop for food and new clothes" the man spoke.

"I'm sorry but I don't know you, how do I not know you're not trying to kidnap me or steal or worse kill me!" You mentioned as the older man stripped off his shirt.

"You don't have to, just know ill help you and accept the gift" he spoke, pitting his clothes beside him.

"Excuse you, you don't come in someone's house and act like this. Do you even have manners?" You added in frustration.

"I paid you, it wasn't a gift. It was a payment and I can tell you've never gotten one" he snickered, laying on the futon snd taking your cover. Annoyed at the man, you crossed your arm as he mouth "you have a problem?"

"Yes, I do! What's your name to begin with?" You asked, laughing it off he closed his eyes.

"Surprised you don't know and it'll stay like that for a bit darling" he whispered, moving over he patted next to him. "Sleep with me"

"No! I don't sleep with strangers like that, unlike you I have honor " you mentioned, getting up to go change into something appropriate for bed. Once done, you came back and he was still in the same position as before.

"I think I demanded that. besides I can ruin this little shop of yours if you don't. " he threatened, looking at his nails snd then at her. Well dressed and groomed man, you could visibly see the power he likely had. This was your mother's business and you promised her you would take care of it. Saddened you laid down next to him and whispered "please don't, this is all I have left."

"So we're on the same page I believe, no?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Yes," he replied. She felt uncomfortable and annoyed at the fact she had to do this for a business. Let alone a man, then again the men weren't always so kind to the women here, most always. She sighed and just accepted it, as he covered the two up.

"Call me Joon, " be whispered in your ear. Nodding, his hands traveled up and down your wist. Coughing, he halted then stopped after finding a comfy place to lay his hand.

"Do you do this with every woman?" You asked, curious.

"Well the last time I had a woman in my arms, she tried to advance me in marriage" he mentioned, putting his neck in-between your shoulder and neck.

"I do however have experience If that's what your aim is?" He said softly.

"Not really, I mean if a stranger just threatened your job and made you do this. Along with inappropriate touching for people who just met, I'd believe you'd be the class below poverty. Not a king not noble" you told, unexpectedly holding his arm between your breast.

Noticing, namjoon's cheeks flushed red. Luckily the lantern. Was behind him and not in front, so she couldn't see. "Toché" he replied.

"However I can see you've had a bad experience with men hmm?" He asked, softly brushing his nose on her neck.

"So you're not around here I see, well yes every guy here is just shit. Rude snd ignorant as you" you huffed, as raised an eyebrow.

"I'll give you that, feminist huh. Cute, haven't met one till you" he smiled, intrigued. "It seems like I've violated it huh, touching you snd acting sloppy" he added, moving your hair out your face.

"Glad you noticed, now turn the candle out!" you demanded, closing your eyes. Doing just that, he then wrapped his leg around you snd kissed your cheek.

"Good night"

Morning came, as the two of you laid there comfortable in each other's embrace. With him being the first to wake up, he tapped your shoulder and you woke up soonly after him. Yawing and stretching, you made sure your hand hit him on purpose.

"Sorry," you said coy, as he rolled his eyes up and shrugged it off.

"So when's breakfast?" He asked, getting up as you realized he had just worn cotton briefs. One's that we're expensive and that added more mystery to him. Why was someone who could've been from a noble family be here and threatened for his stay? Then the thought of maybe it's all stolen.

"The time?" He asked waving his hands over your face as you realized you had zoned out.

"Sorry, we have to go get food and we can buy food at the square." You mentioned.

"Where's the bathroom?" He asked, you pointed to the medium-sized room across from him. The place was small and combined, so you could see the kitchen from the bed area and a mini living room. Nodding off he grabbed his clothes snd began using the pump to pump water into the bath.

"Don't use all the water!" You yelled.

"I can and make you join me" he yelled back, smirking.

"No ill make you get more water from the lake behind here" you replied, itching your hair.

"Don't you have to get more water anyways, less work" he mentioned, leaving the door open and sitting in the tub? This man was quite weird when it came to flirting, it somewhat seemed motherly and innocent. However on the other hand, overly sexual and mysterious.

"Fine" you huffed, striping and walking towards the tub. That's when that harsh look he had softened and turned into a stare. There you were in front of him, naked snd he took every moment to vies your body. He saw how thick your hair was and how curvy your body was. He liked that, he paid attention to how big your breast was and the fact it looked like you haven't trimmed in a week. Which meant you looked old enough for him to do special things with.

"How old are you?" he questioned.

"I love how you did all of this without asking' she rolled her eyes, trying to muster a pony 0tail with the length and thickness of her hair.

"Turning 20 next month!" she replied excitedly.

"28 next month as well" he replied, breathing out the air he had subconsciously kept in. Getting in, she sat in front of him, covering her chest with her knees.

"I can still see you!" he laughed, grabbing the soap from the tray. Washing his body first, he took his hands and spread her legs open and washed below and around her arms and chest.

"Open," he said, waiting. Opening your arms you rolled your eyes and he splashed you with water. "Manners young lady " he mentioned. Knowing he's right, you sighed. Your father once told you the same when he was alive and because of that "Joon" reminded you of your father a bit. He acted mature and young simultaneously.

Washing your arms and your thighs, you washed off the soap on his neck and took the plug out to drain the dirty water. Placing the soap down, he spread his legs open and you accidentally saw something you shouldn't have. Frightened and embraced, you blushed. Taking his hand and pushing your gaze to meet his. He smiled softly.

"It's fine, just don't get too threatened by it. I'm aware of the size," he mentioned, looking you in your eyes. Nodding, you this time pumped the water until it was all out. Cleaning the both of you, you couldn't help but feel shy snd flustered. He felt the same, only he knew how to hide it. But not everything he knew or wanted to hide.

He looked in your eyes, noticing a soft dismal look on you to which he replied with "tell me are you okay?" Thankful for the concern, you told him about your parents passing and the shop's importance to you was. He understood automatically and exchanged his parent's passing in less detail. He didn't think he'd meet with someone with such a familiar background as his, even if they were below Noble.

He took her hand and placed it on her chest. "They're here, I'm sure your mother would be proud of how you came out to be. So leave it at that" he smiles wildly, with his eyes closing shut a bit as he did. You were glad to hear that and he never thought that Mrs.pot's comfort would come in handy, but he's glad to say and share a similar message.

"Speaking of do you have an altar?" He asked gently, unplugging the water and helping you stand up. Nodding you pointed out the door to a small corner. He thanked you and grabbed both of you a towel. Getting dried and dressed you did your hair as he went over to pay the slightest respects. Smiling at how kind the gesture was, you walked over to the rack and tripped over your foot trying to hand him his stuff. You saw a journal fall out and your eyes met his.

"You're a journalist?" You questioned, fixing your dress and hair before getting up and handing his stuff.

"Yeah, not from here tho," he lied, dusting dirt from your shoulder. Nodding you both made your way down the stairs, as he took your hand. Noticing it, you smiled. You wondered why he was being nice to you all of the sudden, however, that all changed when a guard walked past by and he brought you to a kiss. Confused and his eyes waiting for them to go, you kissed back hesitantly. Letting go, you looked at him worried he shrugged it off and you walked him to the square.

Hand in Hand, you brought namjoon to the bakery. Looking around, he pointed out the most expensive bread on hand and paid. Thanking him, he leads your hand to the vendors outside. Lucky for you, he knew about gardening and what was good. He helped and taught you the basics snd you learned you've been scammed for years. Thanking him, you took him to a cart of flowers and smelled the fresh roses, looking up at him. He paid for the golden yellow rose bouquet. Now it was for his favorite part of the day, clothes shopping. But beforehand, he pulled you into a cafe.

"Two bags of your finest coffee," namjoon ordered, by now you shouldn't have been shocked at how much he could spend. But seeing him use more money than you've sent your entire life was a sight to see snd each time you were thankful. You had enough food and supplies to last week if not a month. Holding you close by him, you realized you warmed up to him and small gestures like that felt comforting to you. He noticed and did it more often.

Soon it was night and there was only, one dress store open. In there was a beige dress that sparkled in the shop's lights. Running to the window to look, you smiled. Feeling a hand on your back, he took a step in and pulled your hand in with him.

"Welcome to Gezels tailor and shop" the owner greeted. He was an older man with gray hair a fragile smile.

"Well take that dress in the window snd tailor it to her size. His much is it?" Namjoon asked, pulling his wallet for the last time today.

"₩ 10,000" the man spoke, paying upfront the older man invited you to the back room and told namjoon to stay upfront. Nodding, you walked ahead and namjoon sat in the chair. He had a diary to write about today's and yesterday's adventures. He started up about the bathtub time you shared snd imagined your body once again. If only he knew his to draw, he'd paint a pretty picture in the book. Soon after finishing his entry, you walked out with a note.

Note: the dress will be ready for you miss before dusk, come back tomorrow with your lover -Gezel tailor and shop

You handed it to namjoon and he read it, as the two walked out. Suddenly loud commotions of horses snd guards ran through the city with lights.

"The king's missing!" The horseman yelled into the square. Namjoon in a panic rushed you two into the forest nearby. Confused, but following him. You wondered if he had something to do with it, besides this wasn't the first time he ran away from the guards today.

"They can't find me or ill be in trouble, act like a lover, please. I'll pay you in gold when I can" he begged on his knees with his hat on his chest.

"Don't pay me, think of it as a token of my gratitude. I'll help, but you have to explain everything when we get back," you murmured, taking his hands and helping him out the dirt. Making you drop the food and his bag.

Suddenly, he gripped your body and jumped both of you in a lake as he heard the sounds of horses clamping. A sound you didn't even hear. Holding your head under the water, he waited for the light of the torch to leave the lake area before swimming the two of you up.

Taking deep breaths of air, the two of you swam to the doc snd he helped you up first before himself. Luckily, the food wasn't damaged. Frustrated, you grabbed the food and his bag as you walked home. Walking in, you kept the lights off snd went to the second floor.

Stripping you of your clothes snd placing the bags down, you watched him do the same. Forgetting you had to pump the water, he suggested he'd go do it and you nodded giving him directions snd within 30minutes he was done. Striping once again, he hugged your body to his chest. You soon felt tears on your neck and small crys, you rubbed his back snd just stood there till he let go.

"What's wrong?'" You asked concerned.

"I could've killed you!" he cried, remembering the look his mother gave him before dying in his arm. His father did the same thing to his mother, only on a ship in the middle of the sea. Hugging him, you rubbed his back and placed a kiss on his lips. Holding you to his chest, kissed you back, and laid back so your bare body laid on his.

"Let's wait to shower" he suggested, kissing your neck. Nodding your head no, he flipped you over on your stomach softly and trapped your legs with his. "Please?' He asked, leaning down on your level on the floor snd holding your chest in his hand. Agreeing, knowing what's about to happen you loosened up snd he turned you on your back.

His hands ran around your chest and thighs, leaning down to kiss your naked body as a slight moan came out. From there, he moved his lips to your mouth and softly moved yours to his hair. Taking note, you ran his fingers through his dark brown ones as the two of you danced with each other's tongue. Namjoon removed his lips snd traveled down south, gripping his hair in pleasure you moaned grinding your hips. Meanwhile, he took in a natural aroma, one he found arousing. Moving his tongue around the bud, he softly kissed your thighs leaving bruises.

Looking at your head tilting back snd eyes closed with heavy to light breathing. He took his pointer finger snd rubed softly in circles, moving his body to tower you with one arm. Noticing the shift of best around your neck, you felt his warm breath move down your neck and by your ear.

"Let me tell you something darling, I'm not who I say I am" he kissed around your neck, papering it in kisses. Hearing you moan, made him aroused by the minute. However he knew it was time to go back to the castle, only he wasn't going empty-handed. As your hands rubbed his back, he whispered "I'm Namjoon, they're looking for me, darling. Tonight the last night I can spend here so let's make it count" in a raspy tone.

In shock, he gave you a minute to calm down as he could hear your heart. "I'm sorry" he apologized.

"No need, but for whatever this may be for you. Just know I haven't done anything like this with anyone," you admitted. Humming he moved to the other ear and whispered "I like that, just know it will hurt after a few minutes snd then feel better or the pain could feel good!" he warned. Taking his warning, he gently rubed you as got on his knees and opened your legs wide. Watching as he did, you noticed he was fully erected at this point and ready. You closed your eyes snd tensed your muscles as he began to simply grind his tip into you.

He was right there was pain, which caused you to bleed a bit. However, it was enjoyable without a doubt. Soon he was able to put 6/9 inches in as he trusted slowly. Moaning under him, he moved his in circles biting his lower lip as looked at your fuller lips and leaned over and wrapped your legs around his waist. After a few moments of waiting for you to adjust, you thought about today snd how it was so obvious he was the king snd yet it flee by.

As you moaned loud, his thrusts began to speed up snd the two of you could hear the sounds of his hips banging into yours snd your ass as he went faster.

"Ah, baby!" He grunted, grinding into you deeply as your hands rubed into his hair. Morning louder, his lips conceded back to yours as you held on snd then to your neck where you heard his heavy breathing. Your body was tightening around him, as he went in deeper now putting himself in. Not to mention you began to pool around him which gave him more speed in the end.

"Namjoon!" You moaned in his ear, holding his back tightly as your legs unwrapped snd opened wider for him. Cursing under his breath, he went harder as you began to arch your bag in pleasure. He held onto your back as your head went backs and the build of pleasure built up quickly.

you held onto his muscular shoulders while he moved you closer to him to go deeper. With that sending you over the edge, you screamed his name in pleasure as yours and his breathing began to match in heaviness. Shopping for a second, namjoon looked you in your eyes and thrust slowly as he was too close and it felt too good.

"In close, but I don't wanna cum yet" he grunted, thrusting deeply in and out.

"Then cum when you can't hold it!" You urged, outta breathe enjoying the depends. "I'm fine with children" you explained. Nodding, he continued and went harder this time.

His mouth roamed your chest, sucking and pulling on the bud as your back arched and mouth open in response. You this time, grinded back cgroundhim to jolt forward and start panting.

"Fuck don't do that unless you-" you interrupted doing it again. Pushing your legs back and open wide he started hammering into you as you began screaming in both pleasure and slight pain. You scratched his back and he immediately let go of your thighs snd pushed your hands back. As your body began to shake under him, he went faster as his chest heaved in breathing and yours became flushed with red. He started to let his enjoyment show more and tilted his head back with his eyes close as he went faster. He allowed the sounds of your whimpering snd moans to fulfill his urge as his balls smack your body hard causing a loud moan to come out from him.

Moving his hips to go at a slightly different angle than before, he noticed you started dripping more and more causing your heat to became more and more pleasurable on his end. He leaned down to your chest and held you as he began moaning in ecstasy as a thick load covered your walls in white.

Stoping and catching his breath, he mouthed something so simple but daring and that was simple.

"Don't leave me"

To which you replied softly. "I won't"

Soon the both of you gained the energy to get in the tub. There you two conversate on what it was like for him to be the king and all, what he planned on doing, and where he wanted to do next.

"Please come back to the castle with me tonight?" He begged, holding his hands with yours.

" I don't wanna be a drag" you looked down.

"You won't, I promise you'll enjoy your new life" he stated happily as ever.

"Namjoon don't you think it's too fast, we just met and all." You mentioned.

"Right, that is an undeniable truth. However, I know you felt the same way I did snd I know this isn't a fairy tale. But I truly feel like we could have a life" he spoke, holding your hands to his chest. Yes, that was true, you did believe in fate snd everything. But this was soon and so much.

"I'll go, but you have to let me have the ability to leave, " you said sadly, bring you to his chest he nodded and turned your body around in the tub.

From there you two did what was needed and packed a small bag of hygiene snd the coffee from earlier to go. You two had to walk back to the castle without being seen or heard at all. Which called for a few close times of being caught, from there he showed you a secrete gate entrance that led straight towards his room. From there, he tried his best to pick you up and take you to his room. there which Mrs. Pot sat praying

"I'm home and I brought a guest" he mentioned putting you down. As she recognized Mrs. Pot, she immediately went to hug her.

"It's been a while, my dear, I remember when you were both sized. I see you ran into the king, ah I knew he would've found you. I mean he's always had an eye on elegance and beauty" she mentioned embracing you tightly and pinching her cheek the same way she did with namjoon.

"I'll tell the guards your home" she looked at namjoon winking. Itching his head as he smiled, he turned to you and stripped naked again.

This time he leaned on the top of you again and you immediately kissed back. "It's a yes" you knew immediately as he took off your clothes once again that same night. Only this time, he focused on filling you up till he couldn't anymore.

"Fuck, this is amazing" he cursed, moving his hips harder as you who was behind sensitive began moaning his name louder and louder. Your legs opened wider and pools of arousal soaked the bed, making him lose control once more in you before pulling you close and moaning in your neck. Spilling once more, he simply uttered

"I love you"

"I love you too"

[sparroweyes]

Here is the THING about School 2021 - I am so ready for my two main leads because the dynamics are realistic. READY FOR MY RAMBLING DISCOURSE? of course you are let’s goooo-

They are kids, so of course they are going to be blinded by emotions and confusion and stupidity and School 2021 doesn’t shy away from that.

Ji Won resented Ki Joon because of a childhood mix up that Ki Joon doesn’t even remember, but eventually realised that she still likes him and was honest about her feelings. Ki Joon was confused because he is a typical teenage boy and he was also going through a lot, added to the fact his estranged friend had also confessed to the girl. But once he realised he liked her, he told her and they started dating. I’m here for my Ki Joon himbo representation. What a gem.

I am also so proud that Young Joo respected that Ji Won and Ki Joon like each other and there is nothing he can do to stop that. He congratulated Ji Won because he respects her, and even though he was a little salty with Ki Joon he didn’t say anything to diminish that they liked each other. I think it is also realistic he told Ki Joon to piss off, like of course you don’t want to be buddy buddy with the guy you resent when he tells you he is dating your crush. So I think that is fair - and he also isn’t nasty about it. He just wants to move on. He immediately gave the chocolates to his brother instead of hanging on to them and he asks Ji Won to stay friends. We stan a mature gentleman!

I was frustrated that Young Joo completely seem oblivious to Seo Young care towards him at first. Her gift was much more thoughtful (the motorbike gloves which he needs and would protect him, over chocolates Ji Won just grabbed from a shelf) but I also understand. He had a crush on Ji Won so of course he is going to prioritise meaning in that. Seo Young also has not been open or obvious to Young Joo at all. As an audience, we know her affections but to him she made a deal for her benefit and that’s it. After calling it off, she doesn’t even accept his offer of friendship. She is cold, and closed - arguably the antithesis of Ji Won. While both Young Joo and Seo Young are obviously suited and will probably end up together, I understand why there is a wall there.

I’ve also seen a lot of people bashing the fact that Young Joo is not forgiving Ki Joon for their past. I think again we have to remember they are still young, and that tragic event happened when they were even younger. To be able to process that properly and communicate whilst navigating that grief and growing up? Huge. Immeasurable. As an audience, it might seem hard to understand his anger at Ki Joon but I think with time it will unravel.

Anyways, I think the drama is cute and as a teacher myself it is interesting to see the writers have captured that teenage confusion and affection really well. I think they are well rounded characters without the cartoonish nature some high school dramas give to their characters. I’m pleased while there is some conflict between students, it is not malicious as in some others. Everyone has their own unique life going on.

[blu-joons]

The Expensive Gift ~ Kim Namjoon

The box had been sat on the table all evening leaving you guessing what could be inside, Namjoon had strictly told you it was to be celebrated for the end of your evening, pushing it lightly across the table for you as you finished the meal that he’d prepared for your evening.

“I should be buying you a gift for cooking all of this,” you smiled, reaching out to take the box and placing it before you, noting the crimson blush on his cheeks.

His head shook, encouraging you to open it. “If I’m honest, Jin cooked most of this, I was just a sous chef,” he chuckled, making your own laughter escape.

You carefully lifted the lid of the box up, giving it a little shake before placing it beside you on the table, glancing back down to see a gorgeous bracelet, shining in silver, glistening back at you under the light of the dining room bulb hanging directly above the table.

Namjoon’s leg shook under the table as he anxiously held onto every moment of yours, desperately searching for a sign to know if you liked it. Your mouth was parted, stunned, as you took a moment to study the jewellery in all its glory.

“I wasn’t sure if it was the sort of design you like, but we can always get a new one if this one won’t do,” he spoke, but your mind zoned out of every word he spoke, reaching into the box and lifting the bracelet out of its box.

The sheer weight of it took you by surprise, straight away you knew it must have cost Namjoon a small fortune to be able to find something so nice. These weren’t the sorts of items your bank account could stretch to affording.

“Namjoon, why are you spending so much money on things for me?” You questioned.

His smile dropped, taken aback, “the money is no issue, I just wanted to buy you something nice, show you how much you mean to me.”

You knew he meant well, but when you couldn’t match the prices that he constantly spent for you, it was natural for you to begin to feel bad. The bracelet was beautiful, there was no denying it, but it also was guaranteed to have put a dent in his wallet.

Namjoon moved around the table, taking the bracelet, and unclasping it so that he could delicately place it around your wrist, making sure it was the perfect size for you to wear.

“I can’t believe you bought this for me Namjoon, it’s so much.”

“Nothing is too much for you,” he hummed.

Your eyes fell to the table, feeling his hand move up to rest against your shoulder, “but how much did this cost you? There’s things that could spend your money on that are more important.”

“Why can’t you just accept the gift Y/N? It’s like you don’t want it.”

Your head shook, that was the last thing running through your mind, it was beautiful, and it looked beautiful on you, but that didn’t stop the guilt that came with wearing it.

Turning your chair around, you looked up at him standing in front of you. “I do want it Namjoon, it’s lovely and thoughtful, but I can’t get you things like this.”

“Do you think I care about that? I have you, I don’t need you to get me anything else.”

Namjoon knew that money was often a sensitive subject, he loved spoiling you with lavish gifts and trips, not once did he ever expect anything in return from you. But he also knew that just saying that wasn’t enough, and that regardless you’d always feel bad that you couldn’t give him the same as what he gave to you.

His hands slipped into yours, pulling you up from the chair so you were stood in front of him, smiling down at you whilst pressing a kiss against your hairline. He knew you were feeling guilty, even though he was so assertive that you never had to feel such a way.

“I don’t want you to buy me things, you know that, right?”

“Perhaps. But how can I not when you do such things for me? I don’t want you to think that I don’t love you or anything like that.”

His head shook, “I could never think like that, I know that you love me, I don’t need gifts to show me that, I just need you, that’s the greatest gift that you could ever give to me, your presence.”

You frowned as he hand fell away from yours, guiding under your chin to bring your eyes up to meet his, if there was ever something that made you feel trusted and save, it was the bright glow of his eyes, constantly there to reassure you.

“I’ll continue to spoil you, because you deserve it, but that doesn’t ever mean you should feel bad or guilty,” he smiled, turning your wrist to look at the other side of the bracelet. “So, did I do a good job with what I picked.”

“It’s really nice Namjoon, I couldn’t have picked a better one myself if I’m honest.”

“I bet you could.”

Before you could argue, his lips pressed gently to your own to silence you, he knew how stubborn you were, both of you loved to win an argument, but this was yours to lose. You’d never be able to change Namjoon, not that you ever really wanted to anyway.

“If I were to have bought a gift tonight, it should have gone to Jin,” you noted.

His brows furrowed, “why on earth would you buy Jin a gift? It’s hardly like he’s your boyfriend or anything.”

“But he’s the one that cooked tonight, that wasn’t you?” You teased, “you brought me here under the pretence that you’d cooked, when in reality you just stood back and let Jin do all the work. He’s the one that deserves something for all of this.”

“That’s unfair, I’ll have you know I chopped a few of the veg.”

Your eyes rolled, just picturing the carnage that probably ensued between the two of them today was enough to give you quite the headache, feeling sorry for Jin having to deal with him.

“There was one other thing I had prepared tonight,” Namjoon told you.

Your eyes widened; you couldn’t take much more tonight. “I don’t need anything else Namjoon, the bracelet is more than enough.”

“I don’t think it’s quite what you’ll expect,” he spoke, walking out of the dining room into the kitchen, reappearing a few moments with his hands behind his back. “This is it.”

From around his back he pulled out a pair of washing up gloves, gladly handing them over to you whilst glancing at the pile of dishes from all the work that had gone into the day. You looked at him in horror, shaking your head at his escaping giggles.

“I put so much hard work into today, it’s only fair that you wash up,” he grinned, “you always say that we should be fair in this relationship, so I think this does the trick.”

You snatched the gloves from him, tossing them to the side, “just when I think you’re being all romantic you go and do something like this.”

Namjoon followed behind you as you took your plates and carried them through to the kitchen, having picked the gloves off the floor. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“No, that’s your job. You can’t possibly expect me to wash up with this nice new bracelet, so you can wash, and I’ll dry. How does that sound?”

He couldn’t argue, as you stood ready with the tea towel to start the washing up together, fairly. “This has really backfired hasn’t it?”

“It has. That is a gift you can keep Joon.”

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[kimnjss]

For the Namjoon Drabbles, can I request a Plot Twist drabble? Slice of domesticity between the couple? Im curious how things are with them now.

“are you just gonna sit there and watch?” the annoyance is heavy in your tone, earning a hearty laugh from your twin, sat with his legs crossed on the couch. he grins as he speaks, long strands of hair shaking as he nods his head. “i’ve never even seen you pick up a broom. i’m witnessing history.” he says through a laugh.

he’s not wrong. cleaning wasn’t exactly something you did regularly, there had always been people for that. the same thing went with cooking so it must’ve been a culture shock to him seeing frantically moving around the kitchen getting dinner together. and his smirk is immediate when he realizes you’ve made one of joon’s favorite meals. rushing to get the house clean before while it cools, he’ll be here any minute.

but that stop the scoff you’re letting out at his words, shooting daggers in his direction. “shut up. when are you leaving?” judging from how comfortable he’s made himself, you can only imagine he has no intention of leaving. “soon.” he says, almost uninterested. “i’m meeting ti-lee in a bit. what time does joon get back?” he’s reaching over to pick at a piece of meat, shoving it into his mouth before you can chastise him for it.

“soon. which is why-“ the sound of the door opening cuts you off and it’s embarrassing the way your heart reacts. joon takes his time at the door, pulling his shoes off and slipping on his house shoes before he’s fully stepping in. wheels of his suitcase rolling against the hardwood and you can’t believe it’s been two whole weeks since you’ve seen him last. and the way his face lights up as he enters the kitchen, lets you know he’s thinking the same. “baby!” you’re letting out a loud squeal, dropping the towel that you’re holding to rush over to him.

he’s quick to pull you into his embrace, accepting the dozen kisses you plant all over his cheeks. his laughter vibrates your chest, strong arms wrapping around your waist. “i missed you too.” he’s saying through a short laugh. he doesn’t hesitate to accept the wet kiss you’re placing on his lips, hands lifting to grip at your waist. his lips taste sweet, a lot like the lip balm you had lost a few days before he left.

with your mouth slotted against his, you’re barely able to speak clearly. but excitement bubbles in your chest and you can’t keep the words from flowing. “i cooked your favorite… and cleaned! hoseok is leaving. i figured you want to eat first… then maybe take a bath? i missed you so much.” you’ve planned out the entire evening and joon finds that adorable, but something in your muffled words stick out to him. and he’s quick to pull back from your lips to peak over your shoulder, cheeks darkening at the sight of your brother sat at the table. watching.

“oh. don’t let me stop you,” he says once he realizes eyes are on him, but is quick to straighten up after catching the glare you’re sending his way. “i’m gonna head out…” he says with a chuckle, standing from his spot and passing the both of you - “welcome back, buddy.” he says before he’s leaving, the sound of the door slamming filling the room. and bringing your attention back up to your man. “are you hungry? should i fix you a plate?”

he’s not at all used to your dotting and it has him thinking maybe he should go on business trips more often. though, he’d miss you too much. you look so pretty bouncing around the kitchen, his shorts bunched up at your waist to keep them from falling and a tiny tank top to show off the new jewelry hanging from your belly button. yeah, three weeks away from you was insane. his hand lands comfortably on your back as you set his food in front of him, tilting his head up toward you with puckered lips. you’re pressing yours against his instantly.

seeing you like this had him ready to head to the nearest jewelry store with every intention of getting down on one knee. with time, though. right now, he’s more concerned with pulling you onto his lap. cheek resting against your back as you take it upon yourself to cut his pork into bite size pieces, babbling on about everything that’s happened to you while he was gone. mostly about work and he loves to hear it, loves that you’ve been happy - despite the fact that you’ve missed him.

you don’t notice the loving look in his eye until you’re turning toward him with a forkful of food, cheeks darkening when you see the hearts he’s sending to you. “what?” you say through a giggle. joon’s smiling big, head shaking as he tightens his grip around your waist. “nothing. i just love you.” your heart flutters as if it’s the first time he’s ever said it, though he doesn’t say it often. more interested in showing you. your lips lift in a soft smile as his wrap around the fork. humming at the taste with a grin, so you have to lean down to press another lips. “and i love you.” you say and you mean it.

[honeymoonjin]

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: good god where to begin, loss of virginity : ) for real, big dick joon, cowgirl, unprotected sex, special appearance from namjoon’s sensitive neck o.o, premature ejaculation sorry bud, creampie, dom!joon still tho, sub!reader, sexting, dom!hoseok/master!hoseok, sub!jungkook, sub!reader agAIN, bondage and shibari, master/slave dynamics (sorry i have to spoil the prompt but want to properly TW this stuff, but the word slave is only used once out-of-scene), filmed sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, hoseok wearing the tear dior fit you are WELCOME, fingering, orgasm control/denial, oral (m receiving), anal (m receiving), a position i am told is called a lucky pierre/french sandwich, threesome in case you couldn’t guess, aftercare, guided masturbation, phone sex, pet-names, discipline/punishment

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DAY EIGHT

“Are you ready to make your decision?”

No. Of course the answer is no, but there’s no delaying it anymore. “Is it nine already?”

Sejin sighs, shuffling to the side of the table to indicate you’re to sit beside him. When you do, facing the boys on the couch, your heart gives another sickening lurch. Sejin squeezes your shoulder kindly. “Just a game, sweetheart,” he assures quietly, before raising his voice into the authorial tone he used for announcements. “Thank you for all being here on time, any on topic questions before we begin?”

Nobody answers, not even Jin. There’s a tense atmosphere, and you feel caught right in the centre of it.

“Okay, then,” he says softly, sensing the sullen atmosphere. “I’d like to give each of the Gentlemen a chance to explain why Y/n should keep them in the show. Let’s go around the room. Yoongi?”

To Sejin’s left, perched on the end of the three-person couch, is the doctor himself, legs crossed and face relaxed. “Um, Y/n should keep me in becau-”

“Say it to her,” Sejin guides, shuffling back to move out of the way.

Reflexively, Yoongi glances up at you, and the calm warmth of his eyes reassures you. “Y/n, I’d ask you to keep me in because we’ve had a good time together so far, but there’s so much that we have yet to explore. Beyond that, I’d like to think I’m a good fit for the house, and I’ll continue to assist Jin-hyung in cooking many meals.” Once he’s done, he sends you a small smile, eyes glinting playfully.

The younger boy sitting next to him is not as cheerful. Bottom lip red from gnawing, Jungkook tucks his feet up on the couch, resting his chin on his knees. His eyes meet yours after Sejin signals for him to begin. “I really hope you don’t vote me out because I like it here a lot. You’re so cool, and the hyungs are so cool, and I feel really happy here. I know we haven’t spent a whole lot of quality time yet, but I want to, if I stick around long enough.”

You bite down harshly on your tongue, sending him a strained smile. Fuck, this sucks. Beside Jungkook is Hoseok, who props his elbow on the arm of the couch, posture casual but face stricken.

“Y/n,” Hoseok begins, voice tentative and uncharacteristically subdued, “you’re a very intelligent girl and you have a lot of potential in being a sub. I’d appreciate the opportunity to stay in and show you and the audience how enjoyable BDSM can be. We’re all very lucky men to be on the show with you.”

On the couch beside, Namjoon is the next one around. He pauses, eyes dancing about the room as he thinks. “I think it probably doesn’t make much sense to keep me in the game,” he allows. “I’m not experienced like the others and so it’s a little hard to defend on that front, but I think me staying allows you the advantage of being my first and best experience. I feel like with just a bit more time, I’ll really grow into my element, and I feel safe doing it with you. So I really hope I stay.”

Squished beside him is Jin, who sends you a big grin, even if it doesn’t fully reach his eyes. “This is so shitty,” he says with a laugh, “it’s harder than I was prepared for before I came, and I think that’s due partly to the warm environment that we’re developing with each other, but also because you, Y/n, are a very genuine and lively person. Of course this is a game about sex, but I don’t think any one of us could say that’s the only factor here. As for me, I ask that you keep me in at least a week more because I can promise not only a good time, but also an ear if you need one, and advice should you ever want it.” He pauses to glance around the room. “That goes for all of you,” Jin adds, “I cannot believe that I don’t hate any of you, I don’t know how the producers found such great people.”

His words ease a bit of the tension, and the rest of you let out laughs of relief, your heart easing slightly.

Next, it’s down on the floor for Taehyung, who seems to prefer sitting cross-legged on the carpet to any other spot in the room. “I really wanna stay here,” he pleads with his eyes locked on yours, so earnest, “you’re so fantastic, and Jungkookie and the hyungs are all so fantastic, and I don’t wanna go home so soon. And also I think in terms of sex and stuff, I bring a lot to the table.” Taehyung avoids Sejin’s gaze, fiddling with the hem of his shirt innocently even as he stares up through his eyelashes at the rest of you cheekily. “I think we saw that yesterday. Though in the future, hopefully it’ll cost me less.” He sends a withering glare at Yoongi and Jin. “You assholes.”

You let out a chuckle, Jin huffing in response and Yoongi just shrugging with a shameless grin. Finally, it’s Jimin’s turn, and your chest pangs as you remember the last time you were together. The way he squeezed your hand gently before getting out of the car last night, the way he walked you to your bedroom door, wishing you sweet dreams. The way you saw an entirely different man to the one he’s been advertising.

His eyes on you are imploring even as his back is straight and legs crossed. “I value the time I spend with you. This is, after all, a game about sex so I’ll defend myself by saying you can rest assured I’m skilled enough to please you well, but if you allow me to stay,” he drops eye contact, fiddling with his rings even as he fights to remain poised, “I do hope it’s not the sex alone that keeps me here.” Like a switch is flicked, his momentary vulnerability vanishes, and he glances up and sends you a smile, warm and at-ease, having said his piece.

“And Y/n,” Sejin guides from beside you, his kind eyes on you, “anything to say to the guys?”

Your heart stutters in your chest. It’s been a week? Why is this so hard? “I- First of all, this decision has been insanely hard. You’re all amazing, not just in bed but as people, and I hope that whoever has to leave will still stay in touch. It feels really cruel that I have to say goodbye to someone so soon. The reality is, none of you did bad, and there’s nobody I don’t like; nobody that doesn’t belong here. I’ve made my decision, but- I don’t know. I’m not happy with it, but I don’t think I’d be happy with any decision. In the end, I guess I just went for the least painful option.” You take a deep breath, eyes lifting to look at Hoseok, who sends you a sad smile. You open your mouth-

“Wait!” Sejin interrupts loudly. Everyone turns to look at him in unison, eyes wide. “There-” He breaks off with a sigh, glancing at the camera closest to him before looking back down at the group. “Listen; this will be edited out, but ratings have been doing far better than we’d ever anticipated. We already hired a third editor to keep up with demand and get more episodes out than was on the schedule, and there’s talk we may even start getting sponsorships because the support has been creating headlines, at least on Twitter. The higher-ups at Bangasm, well… they want to make an exception.”

You furrow your brows. “What do you mean?”

“You’ll see,” Sejin answers. “Act surprised.” The eight of you stare at him with varying degrees of bewilderment as he puffs his chest and carries his voice louder, switching back into producer mode. “Wait!” he repeats in the same tone as earlier. “The production team hasn’t been completely honest with you. This isn’t just a basic game with prompts each week like we told you. There will be a special advantage, a wildcard if you wish, that changes things up. They could affect the prompts, or how the game proceeds for that week. We call them Bangasm Bombs. And while we didn’t tell you, our production team has drawn the Bangasm Bomb for Week One.”

Sejin pauses to look at you all meaningfully. Jimin picks up the hint. “So; what’s the ‘Bangasm Bomb’ for this week?” he asks for you, gesturing quote marks with his fingers. 

Your mind is starting to whir, possibilities beginning to percolate in your mind, but you aren’t prepared for what Sejin says next.

“Nobody goes home this week.” 

Your mouth drops open, eyes darting around the room to see the open disbelief on the guys’ faces. “So I- I don’t have to send anyone home today?”

“No,” Sejin answers warmly, and you feel your shoulders sag in relief, a breath rushing out you didn’t know you were holding. Sejin winces, clearing his throat lightly. “That’s… the other thing.”

“Other thing?” Yoongi asks incredulously. “There’s more?”

“With the success of the show comes other benefits. For example; the CEO and treasurer of Bangasm have agreed to double our funding if we can keep the views up. No, Seokjin,” Sejin quips the second the eldest contestant raises his hand. Jin puts his hand down, lips pursed in a pout. “We’re changing the rules a bit. Before, we said if Y/n eliminated you, you’d pack your bags and leave. Now; you stay.”

Sejin can’t get another word out over the clamour that arises, everyone shocked and excited and confused all at once. He waves his hand for silence, and only after a minute or so everyone calms down. 

“So, there’s just no eliminating?” Jungkook asks with a comically quizzical look on his face.

“Please just let me explain,” Sejin requests, sighing. “Yes, there will still be eliminations. But if you get eliminated, you stay in the house.”

“So it’s a free pass,” Jungkook surmises.

“Not quite. No longer will you not be competing in the game, but you won’t be able to have sex with or sexually touch Y/n in any way. If you do, then you’ll be sent out of the house for good.”

“No sex with Y/n?” Taehyung asks meaningfully. “So… otherwise…?”

Sejin sighs, a tired laugh falling from his lips. “Just no sex with Y/n,” he confirms. “If you touch Y/n sexually, you go home. If Y/n touches you, of course we can’t send her home, so we’ve devised a punishment.” 

At the word punishment your head darts up to stare at the producer, but Hoseok beats you to the punch. “She’s gonna come join us in the bunkroom?”

“That’s for failing prompts, Hobi-hyung,” Namjoon points out, “Y/n doesn’t have any prompts.”

“Correct,” Sejin confirms. “If Y/n touches an eliminated member in a sexual manner, then that member gets to choose what she wears for the next 24 hours.”

You frown. “That doesn’t sound so…” you trail off when you glance up, only to be met with seven hungry sets of eyes. You can just about see the cogs turning in their brains as they stare at your body. “Ah.”

“Yes. So stick to the rules, and you get, as Jungkook so elegantly put, a free pass minus Y/n. Got it?”

The eight of you stay silent, still shell-shocked from the two revelations. This changed things. Now, when you voted someone off, they would get to stay, but they would get to stay. You can see both the positive and negative possibilities there, and it’s no surprise that a reality show would have such a sneaky plot twist.

So you’d have all seven fucking you for one more week, and then all seven every week in the future, only with your sexual prospects dropping as you went. It does ensure that you’ll begin voting for them purely based on sexual performance; considering their personalities in the house wasn’t an issue if you’d have those anyway. 

As you glance around the room, you can’t help but wonder if your vote would’ve been different had you known that he’d get to stay. And you wonder if you’ll end up picking the same person in a week’s time, after a new set of prompts. The thought makes you sit up, turning to Sejin again.

“Will the boys draw their new prompts, then?” you ask. “Do I get to know the theme again?”

“Ah, of course-” Sejin breaks off to sit up, retrieving a stack of slightly crumpled papers from his back pocket. “This week’s theme is dynamics and roleplay. Come pick a card.”

Like last week, you pay close attention to the reactions of each of the seven. Namjoon blinks wide at his, but doesn’t seem as put off as last week, and his eyes go distant when he sits back down, like he’s already picturing it. Jimin takes two, one for him at one for Taehyung, and the two compare, Taehyung laughing at Jimin’s and Jimin smirking at Taehyung’s, brushing his clean-shaven cheek with the back of his knuckles and murmuring something in his ear. 

When Jin gets his, he bites his tongue and shakes his head with a light laugh, and Yoongi’s mouth drops open upon reading his card, eyes darkening with lust. Jungkook winces at first, but thinks on it a moment longer and grins eagerly, taking a second glance and scrunching his nose cutely at it. Hoseok takes his last, calmly reading it with a pleased smirk, sliding it into his front pocket and taking a seat.

Your breath leaves you in a slow stream. You’re back to the not-knowing. Dynamics and roleplay. It could really be anything, you supposed. Naughty schoolgirl, pizza delivery guy. You didn’t watch a lot of porn but you vaguely knew some of the tropes, and it’ll be a rather interesting week indeed.

“That’s not all, of course,” Sejin adds, and you feel like your brain could implode with the information dump that this morning has been. “Would you like to hear the Bangasm Bomb for Week 2?”

“We find out now?” Hoseok questions. “Not at the end?”

“Well, in order to fulfil it you need to know now,” the producer explains. “This week, Y/n may not sleep in her own bed, and she may not sleep in the same bed twice.”

You blink, not expecting it to be directed at you. “I what?” Your mind catches up with the rule, and you let out a light laugh. “So, I’ll have to share with the other guys?”

"Let's not forget the type of show we're on," Yoongi points out, leveling an impressed stare at the producer. "Well-played."

"Thank you," Sejin replies shortly. "Now, that'll be all. Just a reminder, if your scene isn't filmed, it doesn't count, and it's okay if Y/n guesses the prompt, but if you tell her directly then your prompt is void. Seokjin; we ordered you a set of chef's knives that should be here later today. Please stop spamming the company's inquiries email."

He's out of the room before Jin can even react, open-mouthed but smug like the cat that got the cream.

The eight of you sit in silence for a moment or two, still reeling. It's Hoseok in the end that recovers first.

"So we all stay," he muses. "Even if we get voted off, we stay. Why is that both a blessing and a curse?"

"This is reality TV," Jimin points out calmly, "and it's porn on top of it. Tension and drama skyrockets ratings. Well; I'm going to make some coffees if anyone wants one."

Most of the group move back into the kitchen, rifling through cabinets like zombies to make their breakfasts, but Namjoon approaches you hesitantly, biting on his lip.

"Y/n, can I talk to you? Privately?"

You stand up off the coffee table, though still you're lifting your chin to meet his gaze. "Sure," you reply easily, "privately or privately privately?"

"Um," he hesitates, glancing towards the entrance foyer, where across the hall lies the unfilmed rec room. "Just privately is fine for now."

Everyone else distracted with the prospect of food and hot coffee, it's easy enough to just sit on the stairs, side-by-side and thighs touching. Like this, you become aware of how much bigger he is than you. Namjoon's legs sprawl out down to the bottom of the stairs, socked feet slipping slightly on the glossy stone floor, whereas yours are tucked on the step below you. He glances down at you with a nervous disposition, but his eyes are surprisingly steady.

"Hoseok-hyung and I slept in the bunk bed room last night, as you probably know," he explains. "Him and I talked a lot. About a bunch of things, but he helped me realise something. And after I got the prompt today, I was sure."

Your eyes widen as they watch him carefully. The roots of his purple are starting to grow out in a soft brunette that makes him look even younger, his face round yet gently sculpted, chin pressed out in solemnity. "Sure of what?" you question quietly.

Namjoon takes a slow breath, rubbing his palms over his knees. "I think it's better if I don't lose my virginity while doing some cheesy role-play for a porn show, you know? I know I chose to come here knowing what I was walking into, but... Hoseok suggested maybe we could use the rec room for some privacy and then I could just fill my prompt later in the week. Of course, the producers will probably get annoyed at me not losing my virginity on camera, but they never said I had to, and I think I want it to be something just for me, you know? Something that's just you and me, outside of the show. I understand if you don't want to do that, but if you're happy to, I think I'm ready now."

You take a few moments to fully process his words, the gravity of them. "You sure you're ready? If you are, I'm happy to do that, Joonie. I want it to be good for you. You deserve that."

He smiles at that, broadly, but with his head ducked down. "That means a lot," he admits, "but yeah. I'm ready. If you want to...?" He trails off, tipping his head in the direction of the private rec room.

You sit up straight. "Oh! You mean- now now? Yes, I can do that, wow, okay-"

"If that's alright?" he asks hastily, face pinched with worry, but you just stand up, holding out a hand to him. He takes it, letting you lead him to the door.

From the few times you've needed to use this room, it's been pretty empty. It's small; most likely originally intended as extra storage or a home office, and the producers had put a visibly second-hand couch on one wall, a skinny coffee table and a lamp in there.

Generally, it's a glorified staffroom of sorts, a time-out that's more valuable for its lack of cameras than anything actually inside. Today, though, you freeze in the hallway at the sight that greets you.

With the table pushed to one side, boasting two bottles of water, a box of tissues, a bottle of self-heating lube and a small bluetooth speaker, the rest of the room has been converted into a massive bed.

The floor is covered with blankets, sheets and duvets, thick enough to be like a bedroll, with pillows stacked on the edges. They cover most of the floor, roughly the size of a queen size bed. On top of the impressive set-up are a colourful variety of packaged condoms, arranged in a tasteful love-heart.

Namjoon groans at the display, pinching his brow. "Hoseok said he'd set up for me and make it a little more comfortable, I'm sorry."

"It's cute," you say with a laugh, "are you wanting to use condoms?"

Namjoon swallows. "Uh, you- what would you prefer?"

You shrug, collecting them up and flicking through the buffet of options. You chuckle as the majority are L and XL. Unsurprising. "I mean, we don't need one. So if you want to feel everything fully, I say go bare."

"G-go bare, please," he coughs out awkwardly, shutting and locking the door behind him, double-checking the handle. "Can we put some music on? It's really quiet in here."

"Of course." You busy yourself with the music, smiling at the fact that he must have appreciated it last time. By the time you select a nice playlist on your phone and pick a decent volume, Namjoon's surprised you by hastily stripping down to his underwear, shyly rubbing at his knees.

You stand stock-still for a moment, just taking in the gorgeous sight of his body, all understated muscle and bold lines and planes. He must do some form of exercise, because his chest is thick, as are his thighs, and his lower stomach is soft but lean. He's gorgeous, and between your legs you feel your excitement grow.

Hustling to strip your clothes off as a gentle guitar strumming fills the air, you feel the cool cotton of the duvet under your knees as you straddle Namjoon, the man sucking in a breath as your clothed pussy presses flush against his hardness.

"Give me a kiss," you ask softly, a suggestion to let him take control, and a sigh of relief leaves his lungs as he cups your face in his hands, tugging your lips onto his greedily.

The ferocity with which he kisses you takes your breath away. It's powerful, greedy and demanding like he's waited an eon to kiss you again. While he was surprisingly skilful the first time, now it feels like he's come into his own.

You make a noise of surprise in the back of your throat as you feel his tongue slipping between your lips, licking up into your mouth like he's trying to devour you. You're drunk on it, mind feeling hazy, but you manage to pull away for a moment, gasping out a, "how the hell did you get this good?"

Grunting, Namjoon's eyes flutter open and one of his hands slips back to cup the nape of your neck securely, preventing you from backing up further. "Hoseok gave me some tips," he admits. "Now get back here."

You let yourself be pulled in again and eaten alive, muffled groans and sighs of bliss slipping out between swipes of tongue and flashes of teeth, nipping at your bottom lip until it's swollen and aching in the best way.

Without realising, you've begin to grind your hips against him, needing friction, and he pants into your mouth at the feeling. The pleasure makes him sloppy, and you groan as his lips leave yours, veering down to kiss along your jawline, tugging on your earlobe before sucking blossoms of colour down your throat. You tip your head back, arching into his mouth and rocking your hips against him, the friction addictive.

"Gonna fuck you now," you hear him groan against your collarbone, lips on your skin that's slick from his spit. Even in your heightened state of arousal you can sense the slight question in his voice, like he's checking you're still okay with it.

More than okay, you glance down to see the point that joins you, your panties so wet that the grey of his boxers is marred by a dark spot, wet and clinging to the stiff outline of his cock. You curse lowly at the sight of it. "Fuck, please, I need you, Joonie."

He lets out a strangled sigh, hands trembling slightly as he pushes down the waistband of his boxers so that it rests below his balls, cock bobbing up to rest at his stomach. He swallows hard, eyes closed and back resting against the base of the couch. The sheets beneath you have heated up with your body temperature, arousal radiating off the two of you in waves. 

When you first reach out to touch him, you keep your eyes on his face, on his reaction. The initial contact makes his brow twitch, eyes clenching shut. So thick your fingers don’t touch around him when you grasp his base, he’s definitely the biggest you’ve seen in the house; a touch of irony that the least experienced member had the biggest genetic advantage. His bottom lip finds his way tucked between his teeth, thighs tensing beneath you. 

“Joonie,” you mumble in a mock pout, “are you gonna fuck me now or so I have to do all the work myself?”

His eyes fly open, gaze landing on your widened eyes of innocence, before darting down to where you’re gently stroking him, fingertips catching on the sensitive ridge beneath his head. “Hobi-hyung said you should ride me so you can get used to it.”

You chuckle, tapping your thumb over his weeping slit, making him hiss. “Let’s stop thinking about what Hobi said and start worrying about what you want. Do you want me to ride you? Feel how tight I am for you?”

He curses, brows knitting as he nods shakily, and you can’t hold yourself back any longer. With a low curl of thrill in your stomach, you sit up so you can quickly slip off your panties, before straddling him again. He feels heavy when you brush his length through your sodden folds, readying him for you, and the thought makes you groan lowly. 

“Wanted you so bad,” you confess over the music in the background, now a simple drum beat that gives you rhythm as you grind your hips over him, letting his blunt head catch at your entrance. “Fuck.” His fingers are digging into your hips just with the feeling of your pussy clenching over his tip, and you lower yourself painfully slowly, adjusting to the way he stretches you to your limit, dragging inch by inch against your walls. 

“H-oh god, it is, it’s so tight,” he comments with a hitch in his voice, and again you feel the muscles of his thighs twitch, like he’s fighting the urge to bury himself in you. Though the thought of it is hot, you’re merciful that he’s giving you time to grow accustomed to the sheer girth of his dick inside you. 

“Does it feel good, Joonie?” you ask, the question panted as he takes your breath away, grinning at the quick stuttered nods he gives in reply, fingers flexing on the flesh of your hips and ass. By the time you’re sitting flush against his lap, you can barely breathe, a shaky hand pressing onto your stomach almost expecting to feel him bulging out of you from the inside. He’s not just the biggest on the show, but the biggest you’ve ever had, and you feel like you could cum just from rolling your hips against him. 

“You feel so amazing, Y/n,” he praises, arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you in close so that he can press his lips to yours. You whine as he shifts in you, feeling shakier than ever, but appreciate the chance to adjust to him, tongue chasing his and fingers slipping into his hair as you kiss. 

You’re content to stay like that for as long as he continues to move his mouth against you, mouth watering at the feeling of cockwarming him and joining your bodies so intimately, but the excitement of new sensation gets to him, and after a while he begins to shift, holding your hips down and grinding his hips.

Your jaw drops open, hands flying out to grip at his shoulders at the feeling. He’s so deep you can barely comprehend it, can barely think with his cock filling you so completely, and find yourself pleading quietly, an unintelligible babble of more, please more, need more. He shifts his posture as you sit on his length, uncrossing his legs and instead bracing them in front of him. 

“Want me to fuck you like this?” he asks, nipping at your throat, and you shiver at the husky gravel of his tone. What happened to the shy virgin? 

“Please, Joonie,” you gasp, clenching around him, “need you to move.”

His first thrust takes your breath away, punching the air out of your lungs. When he moves inside you it feels monumental, like a core piece of you shifting, and your eyes water with the delicious burn. You whine when he pauses for a moment, hands slipping down to knead at your ass. Namjoon’s eyes are like molten dark chocolate as they focus on you, rich and intense, and when your head tips down to kiss him again it’s so needy your teeth clash, the keening whimper in your throat sign enough that you want more. 

It’s only once he begins to fuck you in earnest, bouncing you on his cock, that you see how truly affected he is. Strands of lilac cling to his temples as he sweats, chest heaving and hands trembling even as his fingers dig in hungrily. His lips are slick with spit, but he makes no move to wipe them clean, just biting onto his bottom lip and sucking, hips snapping up with bruising momentum. 

You can’t catch your breath, but still you chase his lips like oxygen, needing to be as close as possible. His panting keeps you anchored as you moan shamelessly, toes curling and back arching. Your high approaches quickly enough that it shocks you, but there’s no escaping the pleasure that rushes through you with every snap of his hips. 

You lose contact with his mouth, cheek resting limply on his shoulder as he speeds up his pace, the muscles in your legs failing you, twitching uncontrollably. 

“No, no, no, fuck,” Namjoon chants lowly, and you feel a hand bury in your hair, holding you to the crook of his neck, “I’m sorry, I’m not gonna last.”

You moan at that, feeling him stiffen impossibly more inside you with every thrust. “Wan’ you to cum,” you promise in his ear, barely more than a gasped breath, “wanna cum with you.” To end the statement, you nuzzle your nose against his throat and nip at his pulse point. To your surprise, he shudders violently, suddenly going stock still.

Your eyes widen as hot ropes of cum fill you, Namjoon clutching you to him helplessly, groaning nonsense as his orgasm hits him out of nowhere. Your own high recedes, but you barely notice it as you sit up tiredly and clench around him, watching the pleasure flicker across his face as he rides the high. 

“Fuck,” he breathes, eyes cast towards the ceiling and chest still heaving, “I’m so sorry, I… sensitive neck.”

You grin, running your hands up to gently brush over it, feeling him pulse inside you, spurting the final drops of cum from his spent cock. “Don’t apologise,” you assure, leaning in quickly to nibble at his lips and give him a lazy, indulgent kiss. “That was really fucking hot.”

He laughs, cheeks pinkening slightly, and you feel your heart warm at the return of the shy Namjoon you’d gotten used to. So he’s a lot more dominant and confident in the heat of the moment, you muse as he catches his breath, good to know.

When you find your strength again, slowly sitting up off him, you wince at the rush of cum leaving you, and the uncomfortable feeling of emptiness. That’s only exacerbated by the fact that you haven’t cum yet, but it’s his first time and you don’t want him to feel bad. Collapsing on the sheets beside him, you rest your head on his shoulder, breath still coming in shallow pants. “Good?”

“Good god, Y/n,” he exclaims earnestly, “I think I might be a sex addict now.” 

A surprised peal of laughter leaves your lungs, and you shove him playfully before crawling over to the coffee table, cracking open a bottle of water and cleaning yourself up with the available tissues. “Hoseok really did think this through, huh?” you muse, chucking him the box once you’re done.

Namjoon clears up the cum on his cock and thighs, grimacing at the way some of it has stained his boxers, but he sends you a guilty look. “I’m sorry.”

You frown, reaching for your clothes. “What do you mean?”

“You didn’t-”

Whatever Namjoon is about to say is cut off by a sudden thud that gives you both a fright, followed by three polite albeit enthusiastic knocks. You stare in bewilderment at the door, before hastily dressing yourself.

“Is everything alright?” Namjoon calls out, putting his underwear back on properly and hopping into his pants. “Has something happened?”

“I should hope so, young grasshopper!” an enthusiastic voice chirps from the other side of the door, muffled but unmistakably Hoseok. “You’ve popped your cherry, Kim Namjoon!”

The academic winces, reaching out to unlock the door once he’s made sure the two of you are dressed. “Hoseok, what are you doing? Wha-?” He breaks off once he opens the door, and you rush around behind him to see what gave him pause. 

In the foyer are Hoseok, Taehyung and Jin, all in matching paper birthday hats, the strings of thin elastic digging into their chins. Hoseok’s holding two more in his hands, and he thrusts them towards you as Taehyung wiggles the weighty bottle of champagne in his grasp. Behind them, Jin calmly holds a kitchen knife.

“What’s going on?” you ask in bewilderment, stepping out into the foyer and wincing at the ache between your legs with each step. “Why the fuck are you holding a knife?”

Jin, his bright blue party hat on at a jaunty angle, stares down at his hands blankly before gasping, tucking it behind his back. “Sometimes I forget I’m still holding it.”

“That’s extremely alarming,” Namjoon says with a frown. “I still don’t understand why you’re all gathered outside the door.”

“It’s time for the party, hyung,” Taehyung explains, “to celebrate you finally getting your dick wet.”

Your cheeks go flaming red as you glance at Namjoon, the poor man spluttering and eyes wide like he didn’t know what to do. “If there’s champagne, I’m there,” you announce calmly. “Come on, Joonie, let’s go celebrate.”

Namjoon visibly relaxes when you aren’t offended, flicking you a warm smile. “Is everyone wearing a hat?” he questions incredulously, taking the thin cone card. 

“Mo-mostly everyone,” Hoseok answers suspiciously. 

“It’s just you guys, isn’t it?”

“Well, if you both wore one, we’d have the majority.”

You grin, patting Hoseok on the shoulder as you walk past him into the foyer. “Let’s just go,” you call out to the guys behind you, “there better be food.”

As expected, the three that greeted you were the only ones wearing party hats. At the dining table, which has been laden with aromatic dishes, steaming rice and empty champagne flutes, the other three await. Jimin’s is resting beside his plate and chopsticks, untouched. Beside him, Yoongi has his upside down, using it as a bowl for the rice snacks he’s munching happily on. The youngest man in the house hasn’t even noticed you’ve arrived, using it like a very inefficient telescope, one eye scrunched shut and the other focused on the pinhole at the top of the cone. Sitting at the head of the table, he aims it at Jimin, mouth hanging open as he tries to see through the tiny gap.

Giving up, he waves the wide end around the room, desperate to catch a glimpse of something. Once the cone lands on the five of you, he gasps, chucking down the party hat. “You’re back! I didn’t start eating the cake, like you said!” 

Jin frowns. “That sounds awfully suspicious.” Knife still in hand, he makes his way to the kitchen island, where you catch a glimpse of a beautifully iced cake with writing on the top that you’re too far away to read. 

Jungkook shifts restlessly in his seat, staring worriedly at Jin. “The- um, the birds attacked it.” If you look closely, you think you can see the slightest hint of vanilla icing in the crook of his mouth. 

Jin stares at the cake desolately. “The birds?” he deadpans.

“Seagulls, you know,” Jungkook tries to pass off casually, the pink of his tongue dashing out to lick the sugar off his lips. “Absolute vultures.”

Hoseok tsks in disappointment. “Was it seagulls or was it vultures?”

Jungkook stays silent an inexplicably long amount of time, glancing slowly between Hoseok and Jin. His eyes are wide like he’s trying to work out the lie in his head “...It was me.” 

Jin’s fingers are pressed to his temple as he sighs. “Right.” Setting down the knife, he picks up the cake and brings it to the table, placing it in the middle of the table. The rest of you all take a seat, filling in the spaces around the table. Taehyung slips in beside Jimin, Hoseok at the end of the table opposite Jungkook, and finally Jin, Namjoon, and you take the last of the seats. 

The cake is beautiful, neat and fluffy buttercream all over with swooping cursive written in a thin black stream. Unfortunately, a very delicate but obvious slice has been taken out so you have to focus to work out what the writing says. Once you do, you let out a reluctant chuckle, watching Namjoon blush once more, tucking his hands into the sleeves of his shirt shyly.

“‘Here lies Namjoon’s virginity,’” you recite, “‘1994-2020.’ Who came up with that?”

“That’s not impor-” Jin begins, but Taehyung swiftly cuts him off.

“I did!” he declares proudly. “Everyone agreed mine was funnier than Jin-hyung’s.”

“Obviously not everyone,” Jin replies bitterly, dishing himself up some of the rice closest to him. “Dig in, everyone, Yoongi and I worked hard on this. And congratulations Namjoon,” he adds, though he sends Namjoon a genuine smile, eyes twinkling. 

After everyone says their congratulations, the food is dug into and the cork of the bottle is popped, conversation flowing like the champagne. 

Over time, Namjoon seems to get used to the chatter about sex, perhaps not feeling so left out of the loop, and his face is more open and relaxed than ever, a dimple poking out when he smiles. You occasionally reach out to shove him playfully or squeeze his arm as the chatter continues, and he no longer freezes or stiffens up. It warms your heart that he feels a little more comfortable amongst you.

You’re happy to tuck into your meal, having worked up an appetite for lunch, but it’s barely more than a second after finishing your first helping that your phone buzzes. 

You slip it out casually, frowning when you see it’s a notification that you’ve been added to a group-chat. 

After that, you smother a scoff and slip your phone back into your pocket, hoping if your cheeks are red they can safely be attributed to the alcohol.

Glancing up, you see Jungkook stand up suddenly, eyes wide with barely-contained excitement as he picks up his bowl, chopsticks and champagne flute, scurrying over to dump them in the sink before disappearing upstairs. Yoongi stares at his empty seat in confusion, but shrugs and takes another mouthful of cake. You eat yours quickly enough that your stomach flips, or perhaps that’s just the anticipation.

After you’re done it takes you a few moments to build up the courage to look across to Hoseok, feeling his gaze hot on your skin. When you do, your eyes lock immediately, but he just continues to stare, lips pressed in a narrow line. 

Your heart leaps for a moment, wondering what that hard gaze means for you later on. Silently, as Taehyung continues to explain something to him with a mouth half-full of food, Hoseok lifts his eyebrow once, gaze darting to the roof. The message is clear. Go upstairs.

Biting your lip, you let Namjoon know you’re heading up, waving off his concern until he’s pulled back into a thread of conversation. You try to ignore the uncertain adrenaline rush that makes your hands tremble and your core throb all the way upstairs, until you’re knocking on Jungkook’s door.

The two of you share a look once he opens the door, one of anticipation and desire, and you let out a breathy chuckle. 

“What the fuck have we gotten ourselves into?” you ask rhetorically, stepping in and collapsing onto the bed. 

“I’ll take it if it means getting a good fuck,” he states matter-of-factly, sitting himself beside you and tucking his legs up. “Besides; I’ve wanted to see Hobi-hyung in action for a while.” 

Sitting up, you think back to that day in the confessional booth, where he had so easily made you fall apart without even taking a single item of clothing off. You wondered if he’d deprive you of his body tonight as well. 

“I think he’s angry at me,” you admit, “before I left, he looked… intense.” 

“Why would he be angry at you?” Jungkook asks with a frown, his hand slipping under the baggy fabric of his black tee, rubbing at his shoulder like he’s aching to take the item off. 

You go to shrug, but then your mind flicks back to this morning. “The elimination,” you realise, dread rising in your stomach just as much as your arousal is. “I think he knows I was going to eliminate him.” 

Jungkook’s eyes widen, round enough to be saucers. “Wait, really? Why him?”

You find the words dry up in your throat. “I- God, I don’t know. How am I meant to choose anyone when you’re all amazing? Maybe his had the least impact on me, I suppose.” You eye the door to the walkway warily. “I guess he’s determined to change that now.” 

Instead of replying, you’re taken aback when Jungkook throws his arms around you in a tight hug, his long hair brushing at your neck and shoulder as he tucks his chin into the hollow of your collarbone. Hesitantly, you bring your own arms up to hug him back, feeling your tension melt in the warm embrace.

“It must be so hard,” he murmurs, “I don’t think Hobi-hyung is really mad, you know? He probably just feels like he wasn’t good enough for you and wants to prove himself.” 

This thought just sends another spike of guilt through you, but you have no time to dwell on it before the door is clicking open, making you and Jungkook instinctively jump apart. 

Hoseok stands there, as intimidating as last time in all-black. Though he’s wearing just socks instead of the heavy duty boots he was in that day, there’s no denying the power he holds in the clothes he wears like armour. Leather pants so snug they’re like a second skin and a black long-sleeved shirt, tight but breathable cotton with a harness of thin leather straps providing some structure. His raven hair is swept back, but just a single stray lock hangs low over his brow, drawing your eyes back to his. “Starting without me?” he questions lightly, though his face is devoid of humour.

You swallow hard. “No… Master,” you add, seeing the expectant look on his face. Once he steps further into the room, you notice the black bag that was previously hidden behind his back. The duffel bag from last time. You suck in a breath and clench your thighs before you can even think to stop yourself, and Hoseok’s positively gleam at the sound. 

“Both of you have been very naughty today,” he explains, dumping the bag on the bed beside Jungkook, beginning to casually pull a heap of bright red nylon rope out. “Little Jungkookie ate the cake that Jin-hyung worked so hard on, even when he was specifically asked not to. And Y/n… Y/n knows exactly what she did.” Your eyes widen when Hoseok sets the multiple lengths of rope to one side in a neat folded coil and reaches back into the bag to produce a pair of wide, heavy-duty shears.

“Woah, hyung,” Jungkook exclaims in alarm, “I can apologise for the cake, I-”

“Settle, Jungkook, it’s okay,” Hoseok explains softly. “I told you we’re gonna be tying you up, yeah? This is so that we can cut the ropes quickly in case you want out. They aren’t part of the scene.”

You feel a thrill run through your veins at the gentle click of metal resting on the nightstand once Hoseok sets the scissors down. He hadn’t needed them for when your arms were tied. It meant that whatever you were going to do tonight would be more intense. The thought of everyone else downstairs having a good time and hanging out while you and Jungkook were up here getting bound by Hoseok… it somehow feels even more illicit and dirty. 

“Let’s do Jungkookie first, hm?” the dom proposes. “I’ve been wanting to see what you’d look like all prettied up for me. Choose red just for you.” 

Jungkook positively preens at the compliment, hands tucking into his lap and chest puffing out. “I’m excited, Master!”

Hoseok gestures for Jungkook to remove his clothes with a flat expression. “Don’t be,” he retorts calmly, “this isn’t a reward, it’s discipline. We’re going to learn a lesson about behaving.”

The camboy trembles, hastily shucking off his baggy shirt and pushing his sweatpants down, naked except for a pair of white socks. Your breath is taken away by how easily he bares himself to the cameras and to the two of you, eyes eager and nervous as Hoseok picks up one of the longer lengths of rope.

“I want you to kneel, Jungkookie,” Hoseok instructs, “kneel on the bed for me, arms at your sides.” 

Jungkook obeys, breath hitching as Hoseok approaches, passing the coil over his palm. You watch with baited breath as a bright red strand of rope is run around his narrow waist. As the professional dom begins looping, knotting and wrapping the rope around Jungkook’s torso, the boy’s eyes grow lidded, cock twitching as it rests back against his lower abdomen. 

It takes a while, but time is as smooth as velvet in the soft silence of the room, just gentle breaths and the whir of nylon rope sliding so beautifully along Jungkook’s skin. 

By the time Hoseok is done, Jungkook’s eyes barely open, so content with the feeling of being patiently wrapped up, and he hums lightly as Hoseok rechecks the tightness of each loop, slipping two fingers between rope and skin in several places. 

Rather than bondage or restraint, this looks like art. An elaborate harness of red contrasts beautifully against the pale golden flesh below, hardness of his chest and abs softened by the vaguely fishnet pattern, loops that interlock and curve across his body gracefully, the most careful and precise lattice of scarlet ropes.

“Pretty, isn’t he?” Hoseok questions, and a finger comes down to run through the glossy precum that has been smeared onto Jungkook’s lower stomach. The boy hisses, arching his hips up in search of contact, but all it takes is a sharp swat at the head of his cock and Jungkook is whining, thighs flexing with the force of keeping still. “Patience, my little prince,” Hoseok tuts, patting Jungkook’s cheek with a hand still wet with the camboy’s own precum, “we’re gonna teach you how to be patient today.”

Jungkook groans low in his throat, lips parting at the term of endearment, and Hoseok grins at it, tiger-like. 

“Oh, do you like that, hm? Wanna be my special prince today?” Hoseok runs his fingers through Jungkook’s long hair, the camboy sucking in a sharp breath when they snag on some knots. Jungkook nods, eyes round and glittering as he looks up at his Master. Hoseok pouts, tapping him once on the end of his button nose. “It’s a shame you weren’t behaving today, then wasn’t it? Maybe if you’re good for me tonight, you can earn it.”

Jungkook’s brows lift pleadingly, looking so small under Hoseok’s harsh stare. “I’ll be good, though, Master.”

“Mm, I’m sure you will,” Hoseok confirms, swiping a thumb over Jungkook’s nipple to make him shiver, before he fixes an iron gaze onto you.

You swallow, slipping out of your clothes as quickly as you can once he gives the same gesture as before, crossing your legs and arms to try and preserve some dignity. Hoseok just tuts, picking up two of the remaining sections of nylon rope, only one still left waiting on the bed. 

“Hands at your sides, kneeling,” he instructs sharply, and you feel the way your walls clench at the authority in his voice as you hustle to get into position. 

The harness he puts you in is different to Jungkook’s, accentuating your breasts with bands both above and below them, leaving your stomach free but doubling the rope over so that every loop that wraps around you is twice as thick. The final tie is slipped up between your breasts, around the back of your neck and tucking back down to hold it all together, and your breath shallows at the secure feeling of the rope. 

It’s peaceful; the warm stripes of friction as he pulls strands through loops, the gentle flicking of the ends against your skin until he folds them away, the way it embraces your chest so snugly, but not too tight. It’s only once he’s done checking the rope like he did with Jungkook that he picks up the second, shorter length of nylon, and by then you already feel the sleepy yet electric haze of subspace seeping throughout your body.

“Hands,” he instructs, and you hold them out for him, watching with heightened arousal as he binds them, the rope wrapping around and between your wrists until they’re locked together. Last time your hands were bound behind your back but like this, you can watch him as he works.

It’s quick - a testament to his expertise - but you spend every moment with your eyes locked onto him. The eyes, gleaming with control and satisfaction, the pink tip of his tongue poking out just slightly as he focuses. His thin fingers, looping and wrapping and knotting with such skill. 

His last move, eyes darting up and smirking once he catches you watching him, is to connect the thick cuff-like ropes to the top of your harness, pinning them up to your chest, folded hands resting at the base of your throat. You instinctively tug once he’s done, only to feel the rope around your back tighten and dig in, but no distance made. The feeling of being at his mercy only adds to the slick gathering between your thighs. 

Once he steps back, eying the two of you up, your breath catches in your throat. Both you and Jungkook are fully naked, somehow feeling even more vulnerable in the rope, and Hoseok stands across from the bed in all his black leather glory, eyes raking over you like he’s assessing his work. 

“Are you gonna touch us, Master?” Jungkook questions in a small voice, fingers clutching at his own thighs, cock flushed and needy between them. 

“Not you yet, Jungkookie. Gotta warm Y/n up first.” Your eyes widen - for what? - but Hoseok is moving closer run a hand down Jungkook’s back, fingers jumping over the strands of rope. “Do you wanna help me, baby?”

Jungkook nods, blushing when Hoseok pinches lightly at his cheek. 

Hoseok leans over to you, carding his fingers into your hair and curling them in so that he can hold you steady. Like this, kneeling on the bed, you have to tilt your head back to meet his gaze, but he just tuts, holding you face-forward to Jungkook. “You wanna give her a kiss, Kookie?”

You swallow, fingers interlocking together as you look over to the camboy. He looks so needy, blissed out and pretty in his red rope, cock untouched and weeping. Your lips part automatically, tongue darting out to wet your lips and you don’t miss the way Jungkook’s eyes are drawn to it, lids now as he nods. 

With your hands pinned to your chest and kneeling, you don’t feel able to meet him halfway so you just wait as Jungkook crawls to you, glancing up at Hoseok for permission before burying your hands in your hair alongside the dom’s. With barely a second to suck in a breath, Jungkook ducks his head, his lips descending onto yours with sweet, unrestrained need. 

Unable to touch him back, you let your eyes slip shut with the soft presses of his mouth, taking everything he gives you. Everything about Jungkook in this moment is soft; his lips, his thumbs brushing across your cheekbones, even the subtle scent of vanilla as his hair tickles your face - but the stiff grip in your hair is anything but, reminding you where exactly you are and the hand you’re under.

Your breath hitches as two things happen at once; Jungkook’s tongue presses into your mouth, deepening the kiss, and behind you Hoseok shifts, getting up on the bed behind you. Though you can’t see him, you become even more aware of his commanding presence, through the simple gesture of a fingertip, tracing beside lines of rope with a touch so light you shiver.

“You both look so pretty for me,” Hoseok murmurs warmly, his voice closer than you’d expected him to be, sounding like it’s right beside your air. Jungkook doubles his efforts in response, and your core is alight with excitement when you instinctively go to touch him, only to be reminded of the restraint you’re in. 

Jungkook kisses without abandon, not hurried but deep and purposeful. Though you still tremble under Hoseok’s teasing touch, your mind is so enraptured by Jungkook’s tongue in your mouth and teeth on your lips that you lose track of it. 

The camboy doesn’t dare venture his hands further than your face, cupping it so tenderly as he delves into you, so your eyes fly open with shock when two fingers are suddenly slipping through your folds, running over your clit for a single delicious moment of pleasure. You moan in shock and pull away to look down.

Between your kneeling legs is the slender but calloused hand of your Master himself, wrapped around your front and slipping inside you without question like you’re his. His to explore, his to ruin. You pant at the intrusion of two fingers, clenching around him, but his only response is to tug suddenly at your hair, pulling your gaze back up again.

Nipping sharply at the bridge of your ear, Hoseok scolds you. “I didn’t tell you to stop,” he growls harshly, “did I?”

“Sorry, Master,” you reply without thinking, barely a moment before you let out a muffled squeak from Jungkook joining you together again, wasting no time to obey. 

Hoseok doesn’t stop his motions between your legs; on the contrary, he continues without pause, fingers moving inside you with a steady urgency. 

For a while, your brows furrow, hips rocking below him. He keeps missing your g-spot, fingers too straight to press against it on each thrust, and he moves to three fingers without touching your clit at all, hand held foward off of you to avoid friction. You moan brokenly into Jungkook’s mouth as you realise Hoseok’s doing it intentionally, stretching you out almost clinically, without regard or want for your pleasure. You go weak at the thought, sinking forward into Jungkook’s embrace, but soon enough the fingers are removed from you completely. Empty and unsatisfied just like earlier, you huff and begin to kiss the camboy more frantically, desperate for some pleasure to replace it. 

But Hoseok clearly isn’t having it. “Stop,” he commands shortly, “hands off.”

Jungkook sits back quickly, making sure you won’t slump over before he presses his hands to his thighs again, cock twitching at the continued neglect. Blinking, he licks his swollen lips and glances behind you to Hoseok in confusion. “Master?”

Your mouth goes dry when you hear the unmistakable sound of a zip being lowered. Hoseok’s hand leaves your hair suddenly, and you feel unmoored between the two men, just you and your hands tucked under your chin. “You tasted her pretty little pussy in Week One, didn’t you, Jungkookie? Would you like her to return the favour?”

Eyes wide, you drop your gaze down to Jungkook’s aching dick, as it twitches and leaks another thin trail of precum, the boy groaning. “Please, Master.” His fingers flex, holding back from touching it. “‘Hurts,” he whines.

You bite your lip, mouth watering. He’s not as big as Namjoon, but you know how fully he filled you just yesterday, and to have him in your mouth… “Please,” you croak out, fingers wiggling in the air as you’re unable to lower yourself to him. 

“Good girl,” Hoseok praises, hands strong on your shoulders as he helps you down, elbows propping yourself up awkwardly in the space that Jungkook’s shuffled back from. “Gotta warm Kookie up too, don’t we? Open up, princess.”

Like this, you’re able to keep upright, but barely, craning your neck to look up at Jungkook. His cock is in front of you, and this close you can see just how flushed it is, the tip almost perfect. Hoping your pleading gaze can communicate your desperation, you open your mouth, letting your tongue rest just over your bottom lip.

Jungkook’s brows furrow in wanton need as he glances towards Hoseok. “Can I touch her, Master? Help her?”

“Of course,” Hoseok’s voice allows from behind you, palms running over the flesh of your ass, “but my little prince better not cum.”

Jungkook visibly shivers at the nickname, hips jerking uselessly. “Y-yes, Master,” he allows, before tipping your chin up so gently, gripping himself to guide his length into your waiting mouth. 

You moan the moment your lips wrap around his tip, the tang of his precum bursting on your tongue as you flick it over the slit, making Jungkook thrust up again, enough that his cock reaches the back of your mouth. You’re barely able to avoid gagging, but you inhale harshly through your nose, blinking up at him as he brushes your hair back with a shaky apology. 

Knowing he can’t orgasm, Jungkook seems happy enough to lazily roll his hips, just enjoying the wet warmth around him as you follow his rhythm, enjoying the slight ache of your jaw around his girth. Hoseok gives you only a few moments to reach this equilibrium before you feel his cock lining up against you. 

Eyes widening, you’re given no time to prepare as he slides inside you, slowly but without pause, making your back arch with the intrusion.

You moan, muffled, as Hoseok pulls out and begins to pick up a steady pace, once again sliding right past your g-spot, not fast enough to make your toes curl and not deep enough to make your eyes roll. There’s no denying he’s doing it on purpose, and the thought that he might not let you cum at all has you whining desperately around Jungkook’s cock, loud enough that Hoseok hears.

To your disappointment, he tsks and pulls out, tugging at your hair to pull you off Jungkook. “What the fuck?” you complain bitterly, sucking off the drool that’s accumulated in the corners of your mouth. Equally deprived, Jungkook makes a noise of confusion, but before he can speak up, a commanding voice calls out to you.

“That’s it, on your back,” Hoseok orders, making you jump as he smacks the flesh of your ass. “If you’re gonna be ungrateful you won’t get anything at all.”

You pout, craning your neck to look back at him. “Hobi,” you whine, hoping to appeal to that soft inner that got you what you wanted the last time you were scening with him, but it doesn’t work. 

Impatient, his hands find your hips, flipping you around unceremoniously. Your breath is punched out of you as you’re suddenly landing on your back, and you whimper as he hooks a finger in your harness over the top of your breast, using it to tug you higher up the bed so that him and Jungkook are on either side of your waist. 

“You’ve been far better behaved,” Hoseok directs at Jungkook casually, reaching into the duffle bag to pull out a square foil packet, “so you’ll get my cock instead.”

Jungkook bites his lip harshly, shuffling on his knees as Hoseok rolls a condom on. “Thank you, Master,” he replies politely, eyes lidded and needy. 

“What a good boy,” Hoseok coos, reaching over to brush a fond hand over Jungkook’s cheek. “Do you wanna fuck Y/n too, my little prince?” You let out a low groan at the prospect, at the way Hoseok speaks for you like you’re a toy of his. The thought is more erotic than you’d expect, and your legs part unconsciously.

Jungkook whimpers at the sight, dark hair curling at his temples with perspiration. “Please, Master.”

“Go on, then, baby.” Hoseok gestures for him to straddle you, and you whimper as Jungkook’s form blocks the light from the ceiling, framing him in a silhouette of dark hair. 

Your legs part further as he settles between them, cock brushing between your folds lightly until he puts a hand down to line himself up. With one arm bracing himself, Jungkook slowly drives his cock deep inside you, small rocking motions to get you accustomed to him as he bottoms out. The two of you groan in unison, the feeling of being full again like bliss.

Before Jungkook can set a pace, you hear Hoseok’s voice again behind him. “There’s only one thing,” the dom adds in an apologetic tone, “Y/n hasn’t earned an orgasm yet, not like my sweet prince has. If you want to fuck her, Jungkookie, she better not cum.”

You let out a frustrated moan, heel kicking into the mattress. “Fuck,” you whine, hips already rocking against Jungkook’s length inside of you, “are you serious?”

Calmly, Hoseok clicks open a bottle of what must be lube, and you feel Jungkook go lax above you, holding his weight off of your torso but dropping his head onto the bed beside yours, groaning lowly. “Of course I’m serious,” he explains simply as he preps Jungkook with his fingers, “I’m doing you a favour, Y/n. This way you won’t make the same mistake twice.”

You sob, feeling Jungkook twitch inside you from the pleasure he’s receiving from Hoseok. As the dom finally deems Jungkook ready and lines himself up, you realise why Hoseok was so popular at his job. Handling two subs, let alone one who was getting punished and one who was now getting rewarded, was a tough balance, and yet he does it with such cool and professional ease. 

Jungkook curses, rocking his hips with stuttered gasps, and you feel the impact of Hoseok’s hips through Jungkook’s body as he thrusts the first time, the camboy hurriedly throwing his other arm up on the other side of your head to prop himself up with more stability. You can feel the rhythm as he gets fucked, and the way his chest heaves, breaths panting over your bare shoulder. 

With your hands tied to your chest and lain on your back, you quickly realise there is nothing you can do to chase any pleasure for yourself, and you let out another low sob. You won’t be making the same mistake twice indeed, you muse as Jungkook barely shifts inside you. He feels so good, but it’s just not enough for you to get anywhere close to your own high. The lesson has most certainly been learned; if you want pleasure, you play by Hoseok’s rules.

“Please, Master,” you pipe up desperately, looking past Jungkook’s shoulder to the dom’s face, calm even as his hips rock with the graceful fluidity of a dancer, every stroke making Jungkook cry out. “I’ll do anything, Master, I’m sorry for being bad, just please let me come!”

A grin spreads across his face, satisfied, even as he grunts from exertion, Jungkook trembling above you as he’s brought mercilessly to the edge. “It’s too late for that,” Hoseok pants out with a chuckle, “it’s already time for my little prince to cum.”

Jungkook moans, a high-pitched keen at the pet-name, and the sound is so sinful you can’t help but clench, making him stiffen impossibly inside you. 

It only takes a thrust or two more, and a gruff command to cum before Jungkook does just that, spilling inside you with a drawn-out whine, thanking his Master with every breath he can suck into his lungs. 

He manages to keep his weight off of you as he rides his high, Hoseok fucking him into oversensitivity before he pulls out, leaving briefly to discard the condom. Jungkook pulls out of you with a wince, but a satisfied one, and rolls over onto his back, running his fingers under the lines of rope lazily as he catches his breath.

Once Hoseok returns, he begins untying you first, and as your wrists are loosened from your chest and promptly released, the cool air on your skin feels like defeat. Your eyes slip shut, a pout no doubt on your lips as you give him nothing but dead weight, forcing the professional to manhandle your torso as he undoes the rope bit by bit. 

You open your eyes once he’s done, frowning at him as he releases the rope from Jungkook’s body. Without looking, Hoseok chastises you. “Don’t look at me like that,” he scolds, “I’m sure next time you’ll be behaved like our Jungkookie here.” The boy in question preens softly at the compliment, blinking up at Hoseok as the dom brushes his hair out of his eyes.

The sight warms your heart, and you can’t deny that Hoseok has the right to discipline you, no doubt feeling self-conscious about his place on the show. And the feeling of him playing you so skilfully is something that will stick with you for a good while. You press your thighs together, sighing out at the slick still between them.

After finishing with Jungkook, speaking quietly with him in praise or reassurance, he comes back around to you, rubbing at the few red marks on your chest and wrists that have appeared from your movements. His eyes search your face, and you’re surprised to see the absolute calm in them, clearly switched out of the Master persona and just into a dominant but caring one. “Not hurt?” 

You shake your head after taking the time to really think it through, wiggling your fingers and toes.

“Not angry?” 

Again, you take a moment to consider, but shake your head.

Hoseok smiles down at you, warm as he squeezes your hands fondly. “Good. Now I know you can’t sleep in your own bed, so Jungkookie has kindly offered for you to stay here with him. Take care of each other, okay? I’m just down the hall.”

By the time Hoseok zips up his pants - you note that even after all that, you hadn’t seen him properly naked - and gathers his bag, Jungkook’s managed to slip his legs under the blankets, snoring away peacefully with the aftermath of a good orgasm.

After the dom leaves, you get under the covers yourself, watching the relaxing cycle of Jungkook’s chest rising and falling, the way his eyes flutter lightly in his sleep, but it doesn’t lull you to unconsciousness.

Instead, the unsatisfied throb between your legs just grows more ferocious than ever. If you could just get yourself off…

Your hand trails down, slipping between your legs naturally, but the first swipe of your index finger against your clit gives you pause. Hoseok had pretty clearly stated that you weren’t to masturbate without permission unless you were in a scene with another contestant and, well… 

You grimace as Jungkook snuffles in his sleep, wriggling around to get more comfortable. You can’t exactly wake him up.

Which leaves you with only one option.

Fuck it. As quietly as you can, you slip out of bed, stumbling over to your pile of clothes. After retrieving your phone - still somehow tucked neatly into your pants pocket - you hop back into bed and seek out the one contact who can alleviate your need. Hoseok himself.

You answer the call with shaking fingers, those not still buried inside you. When Hoseok’s voice comes through, it’s thankfully quiet and low, but the words still make you keen.

“Princess couldn’t wait until the morning, hm?” Hoseok chuckles quietly at your whine of response. “That’s okay. Let Master help you.”

You sigh out, sitting the phone so that it lies on the pillow beside you. “Please, Master,” you whisper, “can I touch my clit?”

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, “such a polite girl now. Baby took her lesson well. You can touch it, princess. Get yourself close for me.”

When you change the angle of the fingers thrusting inside you to make room to rub at your clit, you could cry from the satisfaction, biting your lip to muffle the moan that’s pulled from your lungs. 

Glancing quickly beside you to ensure Jungkook’s asleep, the sight of him sleeping so peacefully as you get off right beside him has you clenching down, and your back arches off the bed. 

Your high is close, and the faster you strum your clit frantically, the more you pant, desperate to keep quiet. Your mouth drops open as you suddenly feel the orgasm approaching, and you turn to the phone on the pillow, getting close enough that he can hear your whisper. “I’m go-gonna cum, Hoseokie, fuck,” you choke out before quickly pressing your lips together, preventing further noise.

His voice is low velvet on the phone, a calm command. “Cum for Master now, princess.”

You feel your orgasm hit you like a tsunami, crashing so violently that you curl over your hands, shivering and convulsing as pleasure rocks every inch of your body. As it floods you entirely, you feel hot tears stream down your face, ones you didn’t even know you were shedding. Your thighs shake and your chest heaves and you don’t stop your fingers until there’s no more pleasure left to be milked from you. 

When you finally cum down from your high, panting, you fumble clumsily for the phone. “Tha-thank you, Master.”

Perhaps it’s the post-orgasm delirium, but you swear you hear the smile in his voice when he murmurs, “you’re most welcome, princess. Now get some rest. You’ve earned it.”

After hanging up, you lock your phone and chuck it down onto the carpet beside the bed carelessly, the wetness between your thighs no longer uncomfortable, now just a satisfying reminder of the pleasure he finally allowed you. Taking one last look at the tranquil face of Jungkook as he slept, you let yourself join him in a blissful unconsciousness.

ELIMINATION GRAPH

No elimination this week ! What a doozy, huh? If you were curious, here are the results of the vote!

It was taken after exactly 48 hours of the poll being open, and required a sign-in with email to prevent spamming so that it was as fair as possible!

In the future, we’ll use this format for both Fan Favourite and Elimination voting. I’ll tell you the top three for audience fan-favourites in the following chapter, and for elimination you’ll find out Y/n’s final decision in the following chapter, plus this graph at the end for the complete results.

Thanks for all your support !

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Drowning Too Deep [Namjoon x Hoseok x Reader]

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Genre - Established!Boyfriend(s) au; Poly;

Summary - Alone at home, nothing but thoughts, pent up emotions, roaming fingers and a wild imagination... that is... until your boyfriends catch you in the act.

Word Count - 1.6k

🎶 - Anyone - Justin Bieber

It had to be her, it just had to - Namjoon

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Choices were a part of everyone's life - - she was definitely one he could never turn back from, one he didn't want to turn back from.

It wasn't easy for Hobi, or any of them for that matter, but they had all grown up together; Hobi knew and felt and observed and listened. Joon took action, implemented and took charge. Cues, after years of being together with people were unspoken. Sharing dorms and cramped spaces, privacy non-existent, problems solved as a family in family meetings. Yeah… it took time. 

Joon had had his fair share of bad days with Taehyung. Namjoon was too serious when they first met each other - - the random thoughts and eccentric actions, 'the world would go on anyway' energy, it took Joon some time to realize that Taehyung cared, just differently. 

Over time Namjoon exercised looking at both the heads and tails of a situation, stopping to smell the roses, using the rose-coloured glasses and Taehyung grew to understand why there was a need to be serious in certain circumstances, that not everyone deserved a smile, that the black and white existed on either side of the grey.

Most importantly, he was Joons maknae. Every hyung had a maknae; Jimin and Hobi were roomies, Jungkook had Jin and Taehyung was Joons. It couldn't necessarily be called a responsibility, but Joon wanted Tae happy, stress free, in control, able to think level-headed and be strong. 

Joon had to learn how Taehyung worked. How he liked his food. His distaste of coffee. His eye for fashion and style. In return he trusted Joon with lyrics, with ideas, with his vocal range. And somehow, they just...were. Just were. As themselves. As each other. It worked. They had made it work.

But with mistakes, misunderstandings and arguments, and time. Y/n had barely been here a year, and yet… 

'I don't think you're wrong, Tae.'

Joons ears perked up at the statement. He had a clear view of them as they all faced the wall length mirror.

Y/n sat side by side on the floor against the wall of the dance studio right next to Taehyung, who currently had his head hung low, legs stretched out in front of him. 

Tae's argument with Jungkook the day before had been weighing on everyone's minds.

Jungkook had left for vocal practice immediately after the group dance practice and Jimin was caught in between the both of them.

Jungkook isolated, he needed silence, he needed to be ready to talk first. Taehyung needed to talk, to drive his point home, to be himself. Jimin needed to clear his head. He loved too hard, knew both of them weren't wrong, but it was tricky to handle a situation where what you said could break someone's heart if it spoke for either of them. 

Joon himself tried, earlier on, yesterday, last night even, to diffuse the situation but to no avail. He had found Taehyung in Jimins bed that morning. Jin reported Jungkooks door locked, when it was generally closed or slightly ajar. They weren't on talking terms, avoiding each other at the dorm, staying as far away as possible for the group schedule. It was obvious they had decided to keep their distance until further notice. 

Y/n was passing by when she noticed them; Tae, Jin, Hobi and Joon were the only ones in the studio. 

They needed the extra practice, and Tae was only scheduled for vocals late this afternoon so he hung back. They could see how deflated he was. She saw it as soon as she stepped in, asking for him to check out the twitter trend affiliated to him going on by ARMY's before looking up from her phone and reading the room.

Intrigue, general interest not even the least piqued, even she could put two and two together, after all, everyone had heard of argument that transpired in the studio the day before.

Greeting them softly with a nod, she walked straight toward the sulking puddle of grey sweats, shirt and beanie.

She bent down at first, whispering a few words, pointing to her phone, and when he shrugged in nonchalance, a mumble that sounded like he would 'check it out later,' uncaring of her suit, she sat down, her heels kicked off and placed on the side, socked feet stretched out next to him. 

She had gotten used to them over the last year. She knew who she had skinship privileges with. Jimin liked hugs, Jungkook liked clinging on the odd day, and Taehyung liked her overall. He said she had a specific minty scent that curled around him and Joon knew the perfume firsthand, having seeing the bottle on her dresser so many times.

She hadn't visited the night before, texted Hobi and Joon that their family came first, she shouldn't be a part of it quite just yet.

It seemed a couple hours had changed her mind considering what she did next.

'Listen,' she stared ahead at the mirror as she spoke.

'I haven't been here very long and I have no right to say anything about this. But Tae,' Y/n looked at him, placing her hand over his to have him look up at her. 'You know you're not just anyone to him.'

Hobi helped Joon with a particularly subtle hip movement that would make a step easier to manoeuvre, Jin next to him nailing it in three tries. They pretended to be preoccupied, uncaring that the music wasn't even turned on. 

Offering up a soft smile, she continued, 'The people that coax us out of our shell, the people that reassure us, the ones that grab onto our hands when we get off balance, the ones we find home with, sometimes it's hard to accept that we rely on them as much as we do.'

'I won't leave him alone, Y/n. I would nev-.'

'I know you won't. And deep down he knows it too. But you are all growing up Tae. You know more people and have grown into so many new things about yourselves.'

Y/n could hear the desperation in Tae's protest, his eyes filled with hurt at the very idea of ever leaving Jungkook to do life alone.

'I mean look at his tattoos, look at your hair, and you all want to do more side projects.'

Ofcourse, Taehyung had never meant to sound insensitive about pursuing acting jobs, and he didn't mean to say that their group, their lifstyle, was something they should just put behind them.

Lowering her head to meet his eye, she brought him out of his mini spiral and continued.

'This is the only family he's ever known Tae, he knows everyone won't live together someday, he knows he wants to do things that are different, that are on his own, he knows he can't have both worlds always, but knowing doesn't mean it hurts less. Acceptance doesn't mean being ready to move on, and he, himself needs to come to the realization that he can come back to you when he's done, his brothers...his hyung.'

With her soft touch and her words, recognition slowly sunk in. 

'Like I said, you aren't wrong,' she closed one eye, measuring a shirt distance with her thumb and forefinger in front of it, 'but your mind, and how it works, sees things a bit further ahead than Jungkook right now. So, you can either go to him, and talk to him, about the pressure, and the pace and the after, even if it's not what he wants to hear, or you can just give him time and let him come to you.' 

Y/n clasped his hand in hers, letting it fall in her lap as she whispered her next words, 'We don't stay far from our homes for very long, he will come back to you,' 

Joon found Hobi in the mirror, he had his chin up in pride, a smile akin to Joon's own, and Jin turned toward them at the same moment, blinking slowly as he nodded his head once. 

It did something to Joon to have the sign given, so silently, so freely, because Jin was their hyung, the eldest, nothing would go on without his consent. There were no serious dislikes about Y/n but this, this moment, it was a yes, it was an approval, it was a statement - - your choice is not wrong. 

When Joon turned back to her, seeing Taehyung's face light up at the tweets on her phone screen, seeing her smile at him, genuinely happy on a sweaty dance practice floor, next to a brother they would protect always, Joon's head immediately filled with maybees. 

Because maybe it was that she took over without meaning to when they were busy or when they couldn't get anywhere with the situation. 

Maybe it was her words. Maybe it was that she took the time to make the people important to them understand.

Others might see it as butting in, an emotionally off kilter person would feel like she was meddling in business that was not hers. She could have gotten fired, had they just said the word.

But Y/n sat there, disregarding her own busy day, to make sure Tae understood that he was the bigger brother even if by only a year. 

She did it all without looking at Hobi or Jin or Joon, she didn't need them to be there, to see or to show off, she did it because she was that type of a person. 

And maybe, just maybe the blanket on Joon's heart, an emotion full of warmth, spread in earnest because when she spoke of homes and shells and coaxing, the emotion behind it said one thing only to him - - Hobi and Joon…they were her home.

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[maplecornia]

chapter 24

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 2.94K

𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: romance | slice of life | fluff | angst | bts x female!reader | ot7

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You watched them from the sidelines ever since you were a young teenage girl. Now you’re grown up, they’ve returned after 2 long years and everything has changed. What happens when you pull back the mask and find the darkness within? What happens when you see that they’re broken?

𝔞/𝔫: things are getting heavyyy

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: cliffhangers | angst | fluff | slight mentions of self hatred | depression | mental health illness | self harm | occurs in the year 2024 | set in a timeline where BTS went to the military together | slight language

tags: @kookaine | @fangirl125reader | @kookiebbyxx | @taradevonne | @rae-bear |@mangminnie | @pixiekooo

If you're still enough, you can hear the inner whispers of your heart.

Have you noticed?

You're able to hear everything you have kept locked away. It tries to break through the cage, and you can feel the chains growing weaker and weaker with each passing moment. Each tick of the clock drawing closer and closer to the moment where you can no longer hold it in.

Where you finally break down.

Taehyung sighs and leans back in his chair, the meeting room now empty and dark. It's hard to believe that at the break of day it was filled with conflict and torn decisions.

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"I'm against it."

At the sound of Yoongi's sharp dismissal, it's as though the room wakes up. Some in protest, some in shock. Suga raises his brow at the reaction, almost scoffing when he sees it.

"It's too much of a risk." He sighs almost in contempt. "If you want her so badly, why not sign her with Source or Pledis? They're our shareholders for a reason. Plus, since we're all under HYBE it will be exactly like she were a BigHit affiliation. Given the way this industry runs, however, she's probably best out of Kpop and should be signed under HYBE America. After all, she is a foreigner."

Though they are harsh, his words make sense. This would be the most logical approach rather than breaking their ban on female trainees. They made the ban for a reason, Yoongi doesn't understand why they would throw that away for someone who is slightly talented.

Besides, what about every other talented girl before her?

What reason should she have to achieve the dream which they were denied?

"I have to agree with Yoongi," Jin speaks up, his brow furrowed in concentration. "She has a unique and beautiful voice, that much is true. It'd be a shame to let it go, but if you think about it, we wouldn't be letting it go. Giving it to another company under HYBE might provide a better chance for her in the industry."

Taehyung bites his lip, not liking where this is going.

Jin glances around the table, hesitating before he says his next piece.

"We just got back, can we trust that they'll accept us if we do this? Next thing you know there'll be rumors of a scandal."

Though it was all on their minds, it still hurts to hear it out loud.

Can they trust ARMY to be there for them this time?

"It is a bit concerning. She'll be the only female trainee in an all-male company. Can you imagine the rumors? The field day Dispatch would have? She'd be hated before she even had a chance to show them her worth." Jhope murmurs under his breath, his eyes sparkling with deep worry.

They've all faced that. The fear of being hated for just being you. For existing without the mask.

"But I liked her," Jimin says, leaning forward. Though his words are simple, they are said with the most sincerity. "She's someone you hardly ever see, her voice stays with you, it doesn't leave. It's the kind that people can't get enough of. That's something special...shouldn't we take that into account?"

Biting his inner cheek, Taehyung glances up at BangPD, wondering if he knows. Did Jungkook tell him? He knew about Yen, why wouldn't he have found out about him as well?

If only he hadn't saved that recording. If only he hadn't been so careless, then none of this would have happened.

Somehow he feels as though those moments are being stolen from him.

"Jimin has a point, Yoongi. Did you hear her?" Jin speaks up, his gaze glazing over as though he were looking into the distance. Or recalling a long forgotten memory. Yoongi scoffs and smirks bitterly.

"Of course I did, I have ears."

"Are you sure?" Jin mutters in response, but it's almost as though Yoongi can't hear him.

"Think of this realistically, you have to know there's zero to no chance of her making it. Even if she's talented." There's a moment of uncomfortable silence at his words, words which no one wanted themselves to say. Sighing, Suga gestures towards Namjoon.

"Come on, Joon back me up here."

The room turns to Namjoon, waiting to hear his response.

He stays silent for a moment, his hand resting on his chin as he ponders the situation, his deep eyes calculating moves and countermoves. Possible situation and solutions.

All while trying to forget that the possible trainee is Yen.

Biting his bottom lip, he can't help but remember the way she was in the studio. How her eyes lit up with unimaginable love and devotion. A look only a fellow artist would be able to recognize. She was made for this, he can tell. She yearns to sing, to be lost in music, enveloped in a world of her own making. To be able to share that with others.

Looking over at BangPD, he narrows his eyes thoughtfully.

"What are you planning to do?"

Yoongi's eyes widen at Namjoon’s question, and he leans back, looking to BangPD's response. Bang Sihyuk smiles softly, almost as though he expected this.

For some reason, that look irks Taehyung.

Don’t think you can control us. We weren’t made for your chessboard.

"It will be on a purely trial basis. I am planning to sign her as a trainee, but the public will not know about it until I am sure that she will be a good addition." He looks towards Suga, pointedly directing his next statement towards him. "I understand your concerns for her. After all, she would be our first female trainee for a while."

Suga bites his inner cheek in protest, leaning back in his chair and brooding.

"However, I have been planning this for a while now." The room goes silent with the revelation as they turn to him, waiting for him to reveal more. "Ever since you've left for the military, I've been thinking of possible trainees to recruit for a new girl group. The first girl group to be officially under BigHit entertainment. They would be managed, produced, and signed underneath our label. Not through a loophole like BE:LIFT, Source Music, or Pledis. This would be ours and ours alone."

Jimin shakes his head in confusion. "Why now? What changed?"

BangPD sighs, his careful eyes scanning the room in a calm and collected manner.

"I don't know entirely myself." He rubs his face before continuing, playing with the portfolio of Yen. "I thought it was time to expand our horizons, to try something new...I guess you could say I was inspired."

He glances towards Namjoon, and Joon can't help but remember that day all those years ago.

The day when BangPD proposed a plan, an inspiration to him, not quite unlike this one.

Namjoon’s brow furrowed in concentration, he turns to your smiling photo, still spread across the table.

Was it you?

Were you the reason for this inspiration?

"In any case, before I moved any further, I wanted to see if things would work out with her. One trainee. I didn't want to make a mistake like last time, hence the trial period." Bang Sihyuk continues, swaying a bit in his chair.

"Who would train her?" Taehyung mutters underneath his breath, unable to look away from your photo this whole time. Turning to BangPD, his eyes are aflame with conviction. "If we have our normal staff take part in her training, we won't be able to control who else could find out. If her existence were to be completely secret, who could we trust?"

It's a valid question, but Taehyung doesn't like the glint Sihyuk gets in his eyes at the notion. Silently, he wishes he never spoke up. Maybe then he would've been able to stay under the radar, and BangPD would never have to suspect he had any affiliation with the girl.

With Yen.

"You would."

Two words is all it takes.

Two words and the room is in an uproar.

"What are you talking about?! We have enough on our plate with our comeback, and now you expect us to train a girl who shouldn't even be here in the first place?!" Yoongi is so outraged that he stands, his chair rolling back into the wall.

"Yoongi, calm down--" RM begins, but Suga isn't willing to listen to anyone at the moment.

"Do you have any idea how much pressure we're under? And now you want to add an inexperienced trainee to our list of burdens just because she can sing?!" he snarls, his lip curling in disgust, his eyes dark with anger.

"Yoongi-hyung, you heard her voice. You have to admit that we found something here." Jungkook speaks up, meekly. Taehyung narrows his eyes his way.

Just what does Jungkook get out of all this? Taehyung knows he has to be the one who gave BangPD the file of your voice. He was the only other one there, besides Taehyung. Taehyung himself couldn’t bring himself to give you the flash drive, but Jungkook didn’t even think to tell you. He went straight to BangPD as though this were his decision to make. Did he even think of asking you what you thought?

What’s your angle?

Yoongi rolls his eyes, gesturing to the portfolio on the table.

"Yeah, we found something. But not something worth risking everything we built over!"

"Don't you think you're being a dramatic? We aren't even sure if this will work out. It's just a trial, and it's the best option for us to train them given the situation." Namjoon murmurs, rationally. Suga's eyes flame with defiance at the rebuttal and slams his hand on the table.

"And what happens if word gets out before we're ready?"

The room goes silent with the ultimatum, and they all avoid his gaze.

"What happens when we're the cause of her downfall?"

Glancing at each other, they ponder the question. A question that has weighed heavily on them ever since they debuted, ever since they became the star in the public's eye. Ever since the world knew about the boy group...

BTS.

Scowling, Yoongi pulls away.

"I don't know about the rest of you, but I don't have time for this. I have work to do, work that has been waiting for us for 2 years! Or did you all forget our promise?" When they don't answer him, he scoffs, pulling his backpack on his shoulder and walking out the door. "I'll see you at practice."

There's a moment of silence as soon as Yoongi leaves, silence uncomfortable and pressing. Licking his lips in nervous anticipation, Hoseok looks at the rest of them, almost unsure.

"Is he going to be okay?"

BangPD leans forward, folding his hands on the table.

"Don't worry about Yoongi, I'll talk to him later. But what about the rest of you?"

His quick, analytical eyes scan the table, hovering over every one of them. Almost as if he were trying to predict what exactly they would say next.

"Do you agree?"

-

Now, Taehyung grits his teeth. His grip tightening around the water bottle he was playing with in his hands, he throws it across the wall. As he watches it crumble at the force, he finds the ruin in his mind easing. Water drips off of the wall, and he feels a sort of sadistic satisfaction at the sight of destruction.

Now he’s not the only one broken.

But once that fades, he's left once more with his memories and his regret.

"Dammit." He groans, dropping his face in his hands hopelessly.

-

Standing, Tae grabs Jungkook by the hand before he can follow the rest of them out. The door shuts behind them, leaving only him and Jungkook in the meeting room, an uneasy silence hanging over them. With words they need to say, questions waiting to be answered.

"Taeh--" Jungkook begins, but in his rush, Tae interrupts him.

"Were you there?"

The silence that blossoms between them grows to a deafening roar as Jungkook gently pulls away from Taehyung's firm hold. It creates a bitter but necessary distance between the two of them. It lets them know that they're different, that what happened back then was something that belonged to one as much as it did the other.

"You heard her too, didn't you?" Jungkook murmurs, his words turning Taehyung's blood cold. Smiling softly, Jungkook runs his hands through his hair. "I saw you as you were leaving, you were the one who recorded her, aren't you?"

Biting his bottom lip, Tae can't answer. Even though he knows that moment wasn't his, even though he knows that his ideas of fate and chance have been destroyed, he's unable to admit to it. He can't find it in him to voice the fact that he was there, that he gave birth to her chance, and he wanted it to be his and his alone.

Jungkook chuckles nervously at the silence before speaking once more.

"I wonder...why didn't you have the same idea as me?"

-

His hands tangled up in the locks of his hair, Taehyung stares at the slick wooden table, his heart in knots and his mind jumbled.

"Why didn't I?" he mutters to himself, a soft whisper that lingers empty on the air. "Why couldn't I say anything?"

Pulling away from the table, where Yen's future was decided this morning, he swallows hard. By the end of the day, he found himself lingering around this room, the studio, anyplace that reminded him of her.

Laughing bitterly, he rubs his forehead.

"Why..." He whispers, holding his phone tightly to his chest.

"Why can't I forget you?"

Biting his bottom lip, he quickly messages you, having the sudden urge to see you. Maybe then, would he realize what he can't find? Would he be able to create another memory, another moment in time? One that was yours and yours alone?

After a couple of moments, you don't answer.

Maybe...I was just afraid of letting go.

Standing almost decisively, he rushes out of the room, and down the hallways of the building.

I need to know.

As he rides the same elevator you rode yesterday down to the lobby, he holds his phone tighter in his hand.

If I don't find out now, I may never get another chance.

Desperate, he sends another message to you.

One more time.

Catching his face in the metallic walls of the elevator, he can't help but imagine yours smiling up at him. A face that makes everything seem alright again.

That's all I need.

What happens when that is taken away from him? What happens when he can no longer see the person who gives him courage? Biting his lip, he can feel the pain in his chest grow.

Just let me see you one more time.

He doesn't want to let you go.

As the elevator dings and he steps out, he pauses, seeing Namjoon right in front of him. Namjoon glances up, his eyes glazed over and tired, but when he sees Tae, they widen in recognition. Taehyung smiles inwardly to himself, he knows this look. A look lost in the wilderness of creativity and desolation.

"Oh, Taehyung!" he says, and Taehyung nods to him curtly before brushing past him and continuing to the front door. Namjoon, however, catches him by the wrist and Tae pauses, turning around.

"Namjoon?" His face is blank, but something in his eyes tells Tae to be wary. They are sort of dark, not really there, but urgent and anxious. Taehyung wonders how eyes can hold so many words, and yet tell you nothing at all.

"You knew, didn't you?"

At his words, Tae blinks, his heart pounding.

"I..."

"That's why you followed her, how you knew about her injury."

How does he know?

"When were you going to tell me?"

Biting his bottom lip, Taehyung can't help but feel a bit of aggravation towards his older friend. Why can't he keep anything to himself? Why is it a crime for him to live his own life, without everyone looking in? Yanking his arm out of Namjoon's grip, he scowls, turning on his heel.

"When it became your business."

Namjoon stands there, a bit in shock before rushing forward and taking Tae forcibly by the arm once more.

"Taehyung, wait!" At his touch, Tae tries to pull away, but Namjoon won't budge, his eyes desperate and wild. They unnerve Taehyung, make him want to escape, hide away until everything turns back to normal again. "If she's going to become an idol, any affiliation you have with her will only hurt her."

Tae's eyes widen at his words, snapping a hidden string he didn't know he had inside of him. RM doesn't notice, instead, his grip tightens around Tae until he feels as though he's suffocating from the inside out.

"You know that right?"

Gritting his teeth, Tae pulls away from Namjoon, staggering back until he's a good distance away. Raising his eyes to his hyung, Namjoon finds a look he's never seen in his younger friend before.

Loathing.

"Don't act as though you know everything." He spits before turning away and walking out of the door.

Namjoon sighs as he watches him leave before glancing over at the now empty lobby. The lobby where just a day ago, he met a sweet, cheerful girl. Someone who filled his mind with inspiration and wonder.

Smiling sadly, he rubs the back of his neck, looking up at the sky as though that will offer him the answers he seeks.

"Just who are you, Yen?"

𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢: this one was actually pretty hard to write, i'm ngl ;-;

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“Who says I don’t still get a rush from you?”

hoseok x reader (or oc) genre: fluff word count: 2.2K

a/n: Hobi time!!!!! This takes place the night the members all meet Joon’s new girl in “Do you mind if we dim the lights down, baby?” There’s hardly any plot, it just shows Hobi and Petal winding down at home after a night with the bangtan gang. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :)) 

WATCHING yourself in the mirror as you brushed your teeth, you actively ignored the man sat on the counter next to you as he observed you while you conducted your personal hygiene routine. He had already finished his routine and was rather impatiently urging you to finish yours by staring you down because, “I have something to show you.”

As Hoseok continued to shift closer to the sink, craning his neck so his head was invading your reflection in the mirror further and further, you rolled your eyes, the man letting out that same laugh you’d been in love with for over a year.

“You know,” you mumbled through your foamy mouth, Hoseok’s eyes widening at your sudden words. “Jin and Joon might be onto something.” Finally, you looked at your boyfriend to see him shooting a playful glare at you.

“I dare you to finish that thought,” he warned with a small smile toying on is lips.

“Oh you dare me?” You teased the man, watching as his smile broke through. “I’m just saying, there’s a resemblance,” you continued before spitting the toothpaste into the sink, Hoseok scoffing at your comment as he shook his head. “I didn’t say it’s a bad thing,” you defended, smiling at the man. “Brushing your teeth is also very refreshing.”

“You are not comparing mint chocolate ice cream to toothpaste right now, this is not happening,” he protested, giving you a feigned look of disappointment as he shook his head.

Earlier that night, the members and some of the girls had a debate over whether mintcho was an acceptable ice cream or not. Despite not really having an opinion on the ice cream, you happily took your boyfriend’s side, ensuring he won the debate. And then you proceeded to eat vanilla ice cream in front of everyone as they judged you for your loyalty to the man. 

Smirking, you simply shrugged as you rinsed your mouth, Hoseok staring at you for a moment before quickly reaching for you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you between the v of his legs, you giggling as you placed your hands against his chest, fighting his affections.

The man planted a series of kisses on your cheek, you groaning through a smile. “Take it back,” he muttered against your face.

“Why would I do that?” You asked as you slowly draped your arms around Hoseok’s shoulders.

“You’re so mean,” he told you affectionately, you giggling as he pulled his face from yours to look at you.

“And you’re so obnoxious,” you replied, just before pressing a quick peck to his lips. “Oh,” you suddenly spoke, your boyfriend’s eyes widening in anticipation. “Joon’s new friend,” you said simply, Hoseok letting out a knowing laugh. “How long do you think they’ll keep that act up?” You asked with a grin, Hobi chuckling as he dipped his face to your neck, kissing the spot lightly.

“I guess it can be fun to sneak around,” he whispered against your neck as his hands gripped your waist.  

“Oh yeah?” You asked, running a hand through your boyfriend’s hair tenderly. “Do you wish we had snuck around?” You questioned with a quirk of your eyebrow, a playful glint appearing in Hoseok’s orbs.

“I wouldn’t change anything about how we started,” he grinned, you looking at him skeptically. “I loved you hating me,” he joked, you laughing at the comment as you gently shoved him away from you, the man dramatically falling back against the counter, supporting himself on his forearms as you took a step back from him.

“I never hated you,” you clarified through a wide grin. “I just thought you were annoying.”

“Oof, tell me more,” he joked and flirted as he stood up from the counter and reached for your hand, you playfully scoffing.

“We may not have snuck around but going from disliking you the tiniest bit,” you emphasized, Hoseok laughing giddily with his sunshine smile on display, “to not being able to resist you was pretty fun.”

“It was a lot of fun,” he agreed, shooting you a smirk. “I can say I thoroughly enjoyed it,” he added, you giggling at the flirty tone. His close-mouthed smile made his little dimples pop out, tempting you to poke your finger into one of the divots. His smile widened as he attempted to playfully bite your finger, you moving it quickly to boop his nose.

“Ok, come on, I still have something to show you,” he reminded you as he began leading you out of the bathroom. You expected him to turn into the bedroom but he walked past it, guiding you to the… front door?

“Uh, Hobi?” You questioned, the man looking back at you innocently as he opened the door. “Where are we going, Sunshine?”

“Just trust me,” he smiled, you looking at him skeptically.

“Trust you? That’s a high ask,” you teased, Hoseok chuckling as he dragged you out of your apartment, both of you standing in the hallway in your sleeping clothes, the oversized t-shirt, one of Hoseok’s extra baggy ones, that adorned your body landing so far down your thighs that you couldn’t even see your shorts.

Despite not knowing what your boyfriend was up to, you followed him easily, having complete trust in him. Trusting Hoseok was easy. It came naturally to you.

Dragging you down the flight of stairs, your slippers barely hanging onto your feet, you giggled as Hoseok smiled widely. It didn’t take long to get from your apartment to the front doors of the building, you looking at your boyfriend quizzically as he turned back, looking as excited and happy as ever.

“Are you ready?” He asked, you shrugging in question. Stepping behind you, he placed his hands over your eyes, temporarily blocking your vision as you let out a breathy laugh.

“Hobi, what are you doing?” You asked, receiving no answer as he guided you slowly out onto the front steps of the building, the cool air sending chills across your skin.

“Ready, Petal?” He whispered next to your ear, you smiling as you nodded. Removing his hands, he pointed to the sky above you, your eyes falling on the bright full moon that greeted your vision. “There’s a full moon tonight.”

A pout immediately formed on your lips as tears threatened to gather in your eyes. A couple people walked by on the sidewalk alone, looking at you both in intrigue. The duo probably wondered what was so special about a full moon. It happens once a month, what’s the big deal? But it was one of the first things you ever revealed about yourself to Hoseok.

“I love the moon,” you had told Hoseok on your first date as you both looked up at the full moon, the carnival noise surrounding you but you both feeling like you were in your own world. “I try to track it’s phases but I usually end up forgetting the day of the full moon. My fatal flaw.”

“I’ll try to remind you,” he replied hopeful.

Turns out both of you were pretty damn good at forgetting, but his intentions were pure. And whenever Hoseok was away on tour, he’d always text you to let you know there would be a full moon.

“You are the sweetest, cutest man alive, do you know that?” You cooed, Hoseok smiling as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

As you watched the moon shine above you, your boyfriend holding you in a back hug, you found yourself thinking back to the start of your relationship. Namjoon and his new friend had you feeling nostalgic in a sense.

Turning in your boyfriend’s grasp, you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, cocking your head curiously.

“Do you ever wish you could go back to the start of us? Live it again?” You questioned, the man instantly shaking his head.

“As fun as it was, no,” he told you, the moonlight illuminating his soft smile, your heart fluttering at his expression and the sweet tone he spoke the words in.

“No? You wouldn’t want to feel that rush again?” You continued your questioning, the man again shaking his head before dipping down to place a kiss to the tip of your nose.

“Nope,” he said cheerfully. “Our start was amazing but I wouldn’t change a single thing about us and our timeline,” he assured you. “I wouldn’t even want to change your first impression of me,” he added, a smile spreading across your face. “I like where we are,” he said more seriously, his eyes scanning your features as you stared into his observant almond shape eyes.  

“Yeah, me too,” you agreed, Hobi’s lips curving up into a small smile. You didn’t elaborate, not one for many words of affection, but the man knew that. And he could see the sincerity in your features.

“Also,” he started, looking at you with a playful glare. “Who says I don’t still get a rush from you?”

Smiling at him, you bit your bottom lip, watching as the man’s pretty orbs curved into crescents at the adorable smile he flashed you.

“Did I say that?” You asked, playing dumb, the man giggling at you.

“You alluded,” he corrected, you humming in response.

“Well,” you smirked. “Maybe you need to prove it to me,” you teased, the man letting out an amused sigh, his arms wrapping a little tighter around your waist as your fingers brushed through the hair at the back of his head.

“Are you not feeling the rush right now? Am I the only one feeling the rush?” He asked in pretend offense, you holding back a giggle as you simply shrugged at him. Shaking his head at you, you scrunched your nose in response.

“You’re cute,” you cooed. The compliment, however, only made Hoseok step up his cute game as he made a silly sound effect, removing an arm from you to bring a hand to his face, framing his eye with a peace sign.

Rolling your eyes, he burst into giggles as a few more people walked by, though they didn’t deter him at all. Pulling another pose, he framed one side of his face and gave you a close-eyed ‘sweet’ expression. “Ugh,” you feigned disgust, the man opening his eyes to beam at you in amusement. “Again,” you said in a monotone, the man raising his eyebrows at you, appearing to be holding out to make you beg. “Again,” you repeated with a slight whine.

Removing his hands from you briefly, Hoseok framed his face in the classic flower pose, you pulling an expression of contrived dislike.

“Oh, you like that one?” He teased.

“I hate it,” you smiled.

“How about,” he started as he pretended to reach inside the pocket of his shorts before pulling his hand back out in a finger heart, “this?” He questioned you, holding his fingers toward your face.

Giggling, you shook your head. “Put it back,” you joked, shoving his hand away from you.

“You like it,” he noted, his hands gripping your hips. Pulling a face of scrutiny, you shook your head. “No?” Shaking your head again, his smile widened. “I think you like it a little bit,” he added.

“Only a little,” you replied, Hoseok giggling as you smiled at him. “Because it’s you.”

Squeezing your hips in his hands, he smirked at you. “That’s good enough for me.”

Scrunching your nose at him once more, you leaned toward him to kiss his lips softly, the man eagerly accepting the kiss and deepening the action instantly.  

Resting his hands at the bottom of your back, he slowly worked his cold hands under your baggy shirt, the touch of his icy fingers causing you to shiver against him, giggling into the kiss. “Sorry,” he mumbled through his amusement, you placing a hand to his face.

Just a little over a year was all you’d been seeing Hoseok, but with the deep understanding and acceptance you had for each other, it easy to lose sense of time. Every day felt familiar but new, exciting but comfortable. The days had blurred into one incredible experience with Hoseok, complete with mostly highs and fewer lows, and so much love that only grew stronger and more sincere as time went on.

Pulling away from each other, you slowly dragged your eyes from your boyfriend’s face and looked up at the sky to appreciate the moon once again, Hoseok’s eyes staying on you. The two of you seemed to be opposites in a lot of ways. Much like the sun he embodied and the moon whose light was shining on your features beautifully in that moment. But much like the sun and moon, when they met, the whole world stopped and admired them. Luckily though, you and Hoseok didn’t have to wait over a hundred years to collide for a mere few minutes.

Your lips slowly curved up as you thought of the man in front of you, and how thoughtful he was to surprise you with something as simple and perfect as the moon. Looking from the sky back to the man, you appreciated him and felt so thankful that you knew him. That you got to love him. That you were loved by him.

“What are you smiling about, Petal?” He whispered before pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Nothing,” you let out a breathy giggle. “I just feel the rush.”

The man smiled happily at you, rubbing his nose against yours cutely before crashing his lips against yours passionately. Lacing your fingers into the hair at the back of his head, you kissed him back with the kind of passion only Hoseok could pull from you. Because he was Hoseok.