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alwayschoosechocolate · 4 years

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Starry Night (kth)

Bad days usually involved hours buried under your weighted blanket but this time your boyfriend makes sure you don’t miss the wonder that is the clear night sky during a power outage.

Pairings: Taehyung x reader

Genrer: Fluff, mental health

Word count: 2.2k

Just a little something to cheer up my dear @spookidema 💕

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You’d felt it the second you woke up. The heaviness on your chest, the emptiness in your heart and the incapability to deliver a sincere smile to your long-term partner. And Taehyung truly did his best, pulling out all the stops; smiling pancakes, fresh-pressed juice, forehead-kisses and constant contact. He even accompanied you in the shower so he could provide as much skinship as possible before he had to leave for work, and though it did manage to pull you slightly out of the clouds in your head, you knew better than to be optimistic.

On days like this your only source of energy came from your boyfriend and today he had to leave for a daylong photo-shoot. Opting out of your classes for the day, you sent him off with a distracted kiss and the promise of calling him if it got too bad. Feeling your energy drain as you gave him one last wave on his way to the elevator, you softly closed the front door, leaning your head against it’s dry and cold wood for a few moments, gathering strength to drag your body back to the bedroom, more than ready for just hiding yourself under your weighted blanket and waiting for Tae to come home in the timeless darkness the blanket provided you.

Pulling your head off the door with an exhausted sigh, you shuffled back to the bedroom, shutting the door and turning off the lights before tunneling under your blanket, sighing in relief when the heaviness pressed down around you, perfectly encasing you against the softness of the mattress. Reaching for his pillow, you pulled it under the blanket to you, hugging it to your chest and breathing in his scent. It was a poor compensation for the man, but it was all you had for the moment.

Dozing in and out of sleep, you eventually grew hungry. Rolling over to the edge of the bed, you pulled out the “snack-attack-drawer” as Tae had named it after he installed it under the bed for you, exactly for situations like this. Roaming around in blindness as your head was still buried against his pillow, you snatched whatever was in your reach before pulling your hand back to you in the safety of your blanket, smiling slightly when you recognized your favorite cereal bar along with a snickers bar.

Tae only ever stocked the drawer with your favorite snacks, though he always denied it when you asked, but you were pretty sure that he didn’t particularly enjoy the cranberry yogurt bars you were currently chewing on.

As you devoured your snacks, your phone screen flashed with a message from the man in question.

Sorry, it got so late. I’m on my way home now. Love you.

Absentmindedly noticing how late it had gotten, you quickly answered him with a heart before pushing the candy bar wrappers out from the blanket and burying yourself back against his side of the bed, impatiently waiting to hear him step through the door.

Dozing off again, you didn’t even hear him enter the apartment or when he called out for you in his deep voice.

“Honey?”

Carefully opening the bedroom door, he smiled tenderly at the sight of your curled up on his side of the bed and the empty wrappers abandoned on your own side.

Putting down the package in his arms on the chair in the corner, he shrugged off his jacket and padded to your side of the bed, swiftly gathering the wrappers and throwing them in the trash can next to the bed, before sitting down and resting a hand on the lump he knew to be you.

“Honey,” he repeated, reaching for the edge of the blanket to pull it down enough for him to catch sight of your heated cheeks and confused eyes. Smiling affectionately, he pushed away the stray hairs as he leaned down to press a lingering kiss to your lips which you gladly accepted with a low hum, letting out a whine when he pulled away too soon for your liking, “Hold on, honey,” he chuckled at your wronged expression. “I brought you something. Give me a second.”

Pressing a delicate kiss to your temple, he walked back to the package he’d abandoned on the chair, flashing you a cheeky smile before covering the box with his broad back as he set to work on unpacking it.

Following his movements in curiosity, you really just wanted him back in bed and preferable with his arms securely around you, but you had no energy to argue with him in this moment and he seemed so genuinely excited to show you what he’d gotten.

“Tada!”, he exclaimed as he finally turned back to you, unfolding a large blanket in front of him. “I got us a weighted blanket for two so we can both fit under it,” he informed you in a proud voice and the sincerest boxy smile you’d ever seen on his lips, causing you to tear up at the mere thoughtfulness behind it.

“Babe,” you choked out unable to control your emotions in your current state, quickly reaching up to wipe away the tears already falling. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Honey, please don’t cry,” he hummed in concern as he strode to the bed, unfolding the blanket over the bed and you on it in one swift motion, before ducking under it to pull you in his embrace, letting your tears fall on his chest instead of his pillow. “You know I really only bought it for me,” he reassured you with a shy chuckle. “This way I can be closer to you on the bad days instead of cuddling both you and the blanket. Speaking of which,” he commented, tugging at the material in question, sending you a stern look when you resisted. “Honey, if you want me closer, the blanket’s got to go. That’s why I got the bigger one.”

Looking up at him with worried eyes, you finally give a small nod in permission which he rewarded with a deep loving kiss to distract you while he freed you from the smaller weighted blanket and pushed it out from under the hollow the bigger blanket secured the two of you in.

“Look, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”, he asked you softly, chuckling when you immediately shuffled as close to him as possible and snuck on your hand under his t-shirt to rest it against the warm skin of his stomach.

Sighing in comfort at the combined effect of the blanket and your boyfriend’s warm body, you settled against his chest and when the sound of a cartoon started playing from Tae’s phone, it felt like you melted against him as the comfort of the routine settled in your bones.

Being lulled to sleep by his caressing hands on your skin and the lull of the cartoon, you were soon fast asleep only awakened some hours later, when you felt Tae retracting himself from under the blanket and leaving the bed.

Groaning slightly at the emptiness he left behind, you peeped out over the blanket to see his silhouette against the door leading to the balcony.

“Must be a power outage,” you heard him mumble more to himself than to anyone else, before he turned towards you, sending your questioning eyes a reassuring smile as he walked back to the bed and grabbed your pillows and the extra blanket, arranging all of them against the French doors leading out to your balcony, before he returned to you.

“The stars are so clear tonight,” he whispered gently against the shell of your ear, pressing a delicate kiss to your earlobe in the process, as he gently coaxed you out of bed and led you to the improvised seats on the floor as the blanket dragged the floor behind you.

Position himself against the wall in the small alcove leading to the doors, he offered you a hand and a miniature version of the boxy smile you adored so much, causing you to send him a small smile in return.

Accepting his hand, he led you to sit down between his legs with your back to his front. Struggling with the weighted blanket for a few moments, he finally managed to drape it over your body, once again encasing you in the comforting pressure on your front, while his warm chest and strong arms supported you from the back.

Leaning back against his chest with a defeated sigh, you rolled your head to the side and threw a glance out the window, letting out a barely audible gasp at the night sky. The stars seemed to shine in thousand-fold tonight, twinkling and shining in contrast the darkness surrounding them.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?”, Tae’s deep voice added in agreement to your gasp.

For a long time none of you spoke as you were both too preoccupied with the night sky unveiled by the power outage and now presented to you in all its glory. Tae’s warm arms held you close to his chest and his cheek rested on the top of your head as he stared out at the sky in deep thought.

“What are you thinking?”, you inquired in a whisper, not even needing to see his face to know he wanted to share whatever thoughts was going through his head with you.

“Just thinking about Van Gogh’s Starry Night,” he confessed with a soft laugh tightening his arms around you in an unvoiced appreciation of how well you understood him. “When I first saw it, I was so confused,” he chuckled at his younger self, making the corner of your lips quirk up in an amused smile at the thought of little Taehyung looking at a picture of the painting with wide curious eyes. “It didn’t look at all like the stars I used to see over my family’s fields when I snuck out at night as a kid. They were so much bigger than the stars I knew. But it makes sense doesn’t it? Van Gogh used to compare the stars to the dots that marks cities on a map, saying that in death we would be able to travel to the stars, just as we are able to take a train to the cities we find on a map. He didn’t paint them as distant lights, but as possible destinations and he gave them the power and space fitting for that. Each star shines so bright and independently, illuminating the village alongside moon,” Taehyung spoke deep in thought as he craned his neck to take in as much as the sky as possible, drawing a deep sigh as he pulled you closer in his embrace.

Despite already knowing the information he shared with you from previous talks about Van Gogh, there was something about his deep timbre voice and the dreams present in his words as he drew parallels between aspects of life you’d never thought twice about if it hadn’t been for him, that made you listen to him in silence, enjoying the vibrations in his chest and the comfort of his voice.

“I don’t know if I agree with him on the death-thing though,” he continued, eyes wide in wonder and mouth agape as the stars reflected off his orbs. “Stars seem to hold a silent promise of future don’t you think? A promise of hope. They are shining beautifully and passionately tonight, but some nights they’re barely visible. Hidden behind clouds or simply too faint against the strong light from the moon. But we still wait patiently for them. And despite how long it may take, we have faith that they’ll return again as beautiful and passionately as last we saw them. Before GPS and compasses, we used to use them to guide us when we traveled. Navigating by the stars on long sea voyages where we had nothing else to lead us. Literally placing our lives in the stars.”

“You’re my star,” you spoke quietly, not trusting your own voice to raise it more but hoping he would understand all the thoughts going through your head that you were only able to spill with those words.

“You’re my moon,” he answered without missing a beat. “Casting light on my path and making sure I don’t stumble on my way. Every night I chase you and every morning I cry as you leave my sight.”

“But I always come back,” you assured him, voice stronger and a hint of defiance to your words as you tightened your hold over his arms.

“You always do,” he grinned against your neck, pressing a delicate kiss to the warm skin at the nape of your neck before burying his head in your hair, breathing out a sigh of relief. “You always come back.”

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mainly-kpop · 4 years

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Jealous much?

hello! I’m sorry its literally taken me so fucking long to do this, but its here now and i hope hope hope it was worth the wait.

Pairing: Jungkook/reader

warnings: none to note

wordcount: 3.4k

You wouldn’t class yourself as competitive, not openly. Regardless, you had to be somewhat competitive in your line of work. Not with colleagues, no, it’s not like you were trying to climb the corporate ladder or anything. You had to be talented and smart, quick on your feet and have reflexes like a cat. Yeah, it was pretty hard being a competitive gamer, especially with a team like yours.

‘Dude I can’t believe you fucking did that. We are fucked, royally and truly fucked.’ You heard one voice speak through your headset, making you snicker at the defeated tone. Truthfully, your other team mate had fucked you, but it’s humbling to lose once in a while no?

‘What are you talking about Kook, I know how to play this game. This was a smart move for us!’ He protested, earning a frustrated groan from the other boy in the chat. Over your years of playing Overwatch, you had become quite good friends with a lot of players, some more than others. Some players were in it for the money, the audience and the fame that came with it. You found it hard to filter through the fakes, but eventually you managed, finding yourself two diamonds. Jungkook and Taehyung were your best friends, streaming more often than not with them. Sometimes though, Taehyung was a bit of a noob. He was good at the game sure, but only with the few characters he knew how to play, usually you would base a team around him. Today however he wanted to surprise the group, letting you both pick your characters first.

‘Tae, my love, have you ever played as DPS Moira before?’ You question, looking at your camera giving your viewers a “save us please” kind of look. You heard Taehyung stutter through his mic, trying to make up an explanation. A groan came from Jungkook once more, making you laugh as the game loaded in. Where you wouldn’t call yourself competitive, Jungkook certainly was. He took it hard when you lost, hearing more controllers broken than not. Taehyung on the other hand was so happy go lucky, he didn’t care if you won or lost, he just enjoyed the game. They were a terrible match, truly, but it made for some entertaining streams.

‘Ladies and gentlemen, wish us luck.’ You sigh, running through the game as usual, trying not to burst out laughing at how frustrated Jungkook was getting. Over the years you may have developed a slight crush on Jungkook. Slight may be an understatement, realistically you’ve had a massive crush on him since the first time you all met up.

Jungkook was tall, dark, and handsome, everything a girl looks for in a man. He had shaggy black hair parted in the middle. You’d love to run your hands through it the way he does, maybe tug on a handful every now and then. The tattoos up and down his arms were something to behold, if only he wore short sleeves more often…

‘Y/N, what are you doing?!’ Came a shout from your headset, startling you into pushing a random button. You heard a crash then a loud groan, followed by a little laugh. Your random button had been your shoot button, hopelessly friendly firing at Jungkook.

‘So, who was it going to be losing this game for us? Asking for a friend of course…’ Taehyung quipped, you could practically feel Jungkook running his hands through his hair in anger, trying not to throw the only controller he has left. The comments come flooding in on the stream, some rude, some funny. Your moderators were quick to remove the rude comments, not letting you see anything negative; you were quite lucky that way.

You wouldn’t brag and say you were a popular streamer, there was no way you were racking in 50k people a stream, but you weren’t a little channel either. You used cam, but you never did anything for people to thirst over you for, you didn’t show skin or dress scantily. Never one to gain attention for the wrong thing or say something you shouldn’t. It was always a dream of yours to be accepted into this community, but not because you’re a girl on twitch, because you were damn good at what you do.

‘Okay guys, I think we have tortured Jungkook enough, until next time!’ You say, signing off with a little wave and ending the stream.

‘You guys suck.’ Jungkook sighed, earning a laugh from both you and Taehyung. ‘I’m heading to bed, see you both tomorrow.’ He groaned, coming off the call. You pout at the fact he was gone, letting a little “awwh” escape.

‘What was that? Am I not good enough?’ Tae responded, laughing as you stutter through the call. ‘Do you have romantic feelings for Mr. Jeon?’ He questioned, not expecting any kind of response.

‘I didn’t think it was that obvious…’ You reply, thanking the lords no one could see you turning 3 shades of pink right now. There was silence on the other end of the call, almost deafening. Tae had guessed your feelings for him a long time ago, it was the same feelings he had for you.

‘You should tell him.’ He replied, words cutting his throat as he spoke them. Taehyung had a crush on you from day one, before you guys even met, before you even spoke to each other. He watched your streams before, falling for how relaxed you were in front of the camera while playing. You were never problematic or rude, you were just perfectly you. He had never seen that before, so he subbed to you that moment, watching you grow into what you are now. He fell for the way you told perverts to get lost, he fell for the way you laughed at your subscriber’s jokes, not because you had to, but because you genuinely found the corny jokes funny. He fell for you and everything you stand for; regardless of knowing he would always be invisible in that light to you.

‘Eh, I dunno Tae, that’s a big confession…’ You hesitate, tiding up your surrounding area, trying not to move too far from the computer. Taehyung sighed, leaning forward in his chair. Elbows rested on the desk, head in his clammy hands.

‘Do it tomorrow, if he says he feels the same way, then you’re good. However, if he says no, then you can move on, the sooner you get it over with, the better.’ You knew he was right, there was no use holding onto false hope that he may like you back, there was no use pretending you had just friendly feelings for him. You agree with Tae, telling him goodnight and that you will see him tomorrow.

You didn’t move from your chair after you turned the call off, too busy playing absentmindedly with the pencil on your desk. Your heart raced in your ears, the thought of telling him tomorrow made you want to throw up. Sighing, you put the pencil back in the holder on your desk, sinking back into your chair, staring at the blank wall. Taehyung hadn’t moved either, head in his hands slapping his forehead. How could he have suggested that? What possessed him to tell his crush to confess to her crush? He hit his hands off his forehead one more time before standing up to go to bed, kicking the bin in frustration.

You stood in front of him, words spilling out your mouth like vomit. The second you said the words, his face fell, almost deadpanned, and now you were trying to pull it back. ‘It’s not like it’s massive feelings, like maybe a crush, less than that even. I don’t want this to ruin the friendship though, because I know you don’t feel the same way and-‘His hand slammed over your mouth, startling you slightly. You frown at him, licking the palm of his hand. He pulled his hand away instantly, looking at you in mock disgust. It almost felt natural, or normal, then an awkward silence fell around you both, neither one sure what to say.

‘Listen, I’m flattered, but I really don’t think of you that way… I’m sorry.’ He spoke, trying not to make it more awkward than it already was.

‘It’s okay, I know you don’t I just wanted to get it out. It’s cool, we are still friends!’ You reply, smacking his arm in a friendly manner, that seeming more awkward than not too. You clear your throat, pointing towards the exit in the most unnatural way possible. ‘Anyway, I have to go, I forgot I have to give Taehyung something!’ You smile, running off. Partially, it was because you had to see Tae, you now had a bone to pick with him, but also because the awkwardness was really killing you. Honestly, you didn’t want things to be weird, and hanging around for any longer was going to do that. You knocked on Taehyungs door, walking in without letting him answer.

‘You’re a dick Kim Taehyung, the biggest prick of the century I’ll have you know!’ You shout into the empty room, looking around for him. Making yourself at home, you kick your shoes off, pulling your hoodie over your head. He came out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, other towel in his hands drying his hair.

‘And how is that?’ He questioned, watching you look him up and down momentarily before snapping back. You scoff at him, throwing your hoodie at his naked form.

‘Put some clothes on before I even talk to you.’ You reply, faking a gag. He rolled his eyes at you, picking your hoodie up and smiling. He exited the main room, heading for his bedroom.

‘You know, if you didn’t barge into my house, you wouldn’t have seen me practically naked. What’s going on anyway? Didn’t I just leave you and Jungkook in that café?’ you sigh, sulking back into his couch, willing the fabric to eat you alive.

‘Yes, and I confessed, and his face looked like I had told him I had three weeks to live. No one has ever been that disappointed in the history of the world! Fuck sake, you did this to me!’ you scream, an instant backhand to his chest the second he sat down. He grunted in pain, coughing slightly at the force. Your hoodie covered his torso, which you were sure had no shirt under it.

‘You don’t realise right now, but its better like this. At least you know!’

‘I DIDN’T WANT TO KNOW!’ you whine, kicking your feet in a mild temper tantrum.

‘Want to watch a movie and order some desserts?’ He suggested, already turning the T.V on.

‘Yes please, and get me a hoodie since you stole mine.’ You pout, waiting for him to come back before cuddling into his side.

Jungkook sat on his couch, trying hard to get his head into the game he was playing. All he could think about was you though, and he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why. He didn’t have feelings for you, not enough for it to be a relationship. He didn’t think of you romantically, nor did he want to have sex with you, but why were you all he could think of right now? He put his controller down on the coffee table, slouching back onto his couch. His phone screen lit up beside him urging him to pick it up. An automated text from the local pizza shop, how typical. While it was in his hand, he opted for scrolling through some apps, catching up on all his notifications. He watched through snapchat stories, landing on your one, he frowned, sitting up in his seat.

The first couple weren’t too bad, some selfies of your outfit for today, you him and Tae at the coffee shop. The next one was what made him sit up straight, almost angry, but did he really have the right to be angry right now? You were cuddled up on Taehyungs couch, in his hoodie, arms wrapped around your stomach as you lay on his lap. He had your hoodie on, which he couldn’t understand. Why weren’t you wearing yours? Why had you switched clothes? Why did Tae’s hoodie look so good on you? You had Captioned the snap with “he bought me ice cream and churros, he’s the best!” Curiosity got the better of him, checking on Tae’s snapchat too, low and behold there you were. Cuddled into his side, a candid photo of you eating ice cream, hands buried in the sleeves of his jumper. You looked comfortable and relaxed, a different person to who stood in front of him before. He thought back to it, you nervously spitting words at him, hoping the floor would crumble beneath your feet. He was almost sorry he made you feel like that, sorry he couldn’t reciprocate your feelings. He clicked through the story, next was a video, you crying about how Ursula is just misunderstood and wanted to take Ariels voice because she was being naive!

‘Having a voice is so much more important than looking like every other bitch out there. That’s what she’s trying to tell her, albeit in the wrong way but- TAE STOP VIDEOING ME!’ You screeched out, hand coming up to smack the phone out of his hand. He laughed at that, enjoying the way you see things how others don’t. He laughed at your whining voice as you tell Tae to stop, then he stopped laughing. Angry at how he wished that was him, angry that he couldn’t understand his feelings.

Jungkook could feel the jealousy brewing inside of him, but why? He didn’t have feelings for you, or so he thought, so he assumed. Clicking on Instagram, he punched in your username, clicking onto your profile. He had a flick through your photos, trying to figure out how he felt, what he truly felt for you. Looking at your face in depth, he could see you were pretty, could see that you knew how to carry yourself and dress well. Your button nose and the way your hair fell, honestly, he could admit you were very beautiful. Most guys would think it was a dream, someone like you had feelings for them, so why did he turn you down so easily.

Was it an initial shock? Did he not know how to react? Honestly, he couldn’t pin point it, but right now he really wished he could. Without thinking, his thumbs typed out a message, a sharp one, that he was sure to regret the second he hit send.

‘You and Tae look cosy, guess it must really be nothing more than a crush huh?’ You read out loud to Tae, unable to process the words completely. Taehyung frowned, taking your phone out of your hands to read the message himself. His eyes squinted at the screen, as if he could make it change to something else, something nicer. Something you would rather read from him, but he couldn’t make this better.

‘What the fuck?’ Were the only words he could think right now, to busy trying to wrap his head around his friend’s reaction. He knew he would never have you as his own, he had come to terms with this a long time ago, but for Jungkook to be acting like such a child, he knew exactly what the problem was.

‘He’s jealous. I know he said he didn’t like you, but he clearly does.’ Taehyung spoke, passing your phone back to you. He watched as your thumbs danced over the keyboard at lightening pace, he had never seen you this ridiculously mad before. Taehyung could not thank his lucky stars hard enough that it was Jungkook on the receiving end of that heat and not him.

‘What the hell? Jealous much? I came over to see Tae about something and he offered me dessert and a movie, he’s my best friend am I not allowed to cuddle up to him while eating ice cream? Last time I checked you weren’t my boyfriend Jungkook, back off. Oh, or better yet, come back when you’re ready to fucking apologise for snapping at me.’

He sighed, throwing his phone down on the couch cushions. You were right, he knew that much, you had every right to go off at him for that stupid comment. He should go over to Tae’s, say that he’s sorry. Standing up from the couch, he moves towards his shoes, picking one up to put it on, he stops. You wouldn’t even want to see him, collapsing against the wall, he let out a frustrated groan, running his hands through his hair. He pulled on a few strands out of anger, banging his head against the wall. Truly unable to understand why he was so pissed off about you being around Tae so much, he decided to just head to bed. Maybe if he slept on it, he might be able to figure somethings out.

Weeks passed, and you still had heard nothing from Jungkook, your followers kept asking for him. You had to keep making up stories that he wasn’t well, or was really busy. Honestly, you were getting sick of covering up for him, why were you lying to your followers for him?

‘Just give him time, he will come round.’ Tae spoke through the phone, trying his best to comfort you from a distance. For the past few weeks, he had been your only constant, your level head if you will. Anytime you go to apologise to Jungkook he reminds you that you did nothing wrong. That you had nothing to apologise for what so ever, and if you did, he would kick your ass.

‘I just don’t know what is so hard about saying sorry? He was so rude and can’t even admit it?’ You sigh, slouching down into your couch cushions. You heard him hum on the other end, unable to find something to say to make this better for you. You go to give him some sarcastic comment about being helpful, but a gentle knock at your door interrupts you. So light if you were doing anything other than sitting here, you wouldn’t have heard it.

‘Tae, someone’s at the door, I’ll call you back.’ You speak, hanging up the phone the second you hear him say bye. Without looking through the peep hole, you swing the door open, face to face with a bunch of flowers. From behind, Jungkook poked his face around the side a weak smile on his face. Rolling your eyes, you step to the side, letting him come in.

‘Why are you here?’ You ask in the most bored tone you can muster, he puts the flowers down on your counter, turning around to look at you. Trying to not look pleased, or flattered, you fold your arms over your chest.

‘I came to say sorry. I know I snapped for no reason, but seeing you cuddled up to Tae like that really pissed me the fuck off.’ He spoke, getting angrier the more he thought about it. He thought he had dealt with it these past few weeks, but clearly the annoyance was still sitting at the back of his brain.

‘Why though? You told me you didn’t like me like that so why should it piss you off? Why should you feel obligated to be annoyed?!’ You raise your voice, not entirely meaning to. He ran his hand through his hair, turning away from you for a second. Silence fell while you waited for him to reply, but nothing came. You let a sarcastic laugh slip through your lips, rolling your eyes at the back of his head.

‘Just leave Jungkook.’ You sigh, stepping through to your living room, allowing him to see himself out.

‘I don’t know why it pisses me off so much okay? I want your attention, every last fucking drop of it, and knowing Tae has even some of it pisses me off. Seeing you in someone’s arms that aren’t mine pisses me off. Knowing someone else is comforting you, or making you laugh, knowing you’re not thinking about me, it pisses me the fuck off. Maybe I am into you, maybe I do want you to be mine, I don’t know what that feels like. You’re beautiful, so fucking beautiful, and funny and so damn genuine, I don’t know how I feel, but I know for fucking sure I don’t want anyone else to have you.’ He confessed, stopping to breathe and stare you down. Your face softened at the confession, making your heart beat a little faster at the hope.

‘Sit, I think we need to talk.’

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reino-infinito · 4 years

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Um Amor Infinito

Sinopse: Às vezes temos o pensamento de que o amor seria algo romanticamente afetivo com outra pessoa, ou até mesmo que é um sentimento momentâneo de prazer, ou sensação. Mas o que seria um amor infinito? O que seria um amor indestrutível que nem o tempo consegue levar? Era isso que Taehyung iria descobrir ao abrir aquela caixa de dez anos atrás…

Acesse a fanfic aqui.

Fanfic por girl_daegu Design por hopesy Betagem por mygsl

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writtenmemoriesau · 4 years

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Hi can someone help me!😭 Im looking for a ao3 taekook fic where human tae’s grandma died and he decided to go to her cabin and take care of it but forgot his childhood friends pup jk & jimin but are back with a pack and i think he had a horse? 🥺

#taekook #fanfic #werewolf #shifter #shapeshifter #ao3 #jeon jungkook #kim taehyung #bts #bangtan #bantan sonyeondan #romance #childhood friends

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insfiringyou · 4 years

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BTS - ‘Can we work out together more often?’ (Jungkook x Young-soon)

Contains: Smut. Fluff. Slight angst. Oral sex. 69. Vaginal sex. Anal play.

This takes place around 6 months after Young-soon finds out Jungkook cheated on her (but before Jin’s wedding).

To read each member & their girlfriend’s headcanon universe fics in order, follow the links here:

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Jungkook took a quick glance at Young-soon as she walked around the room, her reflection bouncing back several times through the line of mirrors which adorned one wall. The grey gym shirt she wore clung attractively to her curves, stopping just below her visible cleavage and above her toned stomach. Her baggy pants were likewise low-riding, stopping just above her hipbones. His brown eyes dipped for a fraction of a second to her bellybutton before he forced himself to look away.

The last time she had visited his new apartment, the week before, the sex had been slow and uncomfortably tense. He had been desperate to feel some warmth in her actions and had pressed his lips to her chest as he thrust into her gently, trailing them along her neck until he reached the sharp line of her jaw. He wanted to touch his mouth to hers, to show her how he felt about her with something other than his cock, but her face was turned away; her soft, pleasured cries and the firm, reassuring grasp of her arms around his shoulders the only indicator that she was enjoying this. But at least they were having sex again. She hadn’t kissed him until the end, when his body shook against hers with his rough, drawn-out orgasm. It was brief but passionate and filled him with hope that things could get better.

Circling the room, Young-soon didn’t seem to notice his awkward glances at her body, instead eyeing up the equipment which lined the room. “There’s a lot more variety than at my gym…” She brushed her hand over the handle of the static bicycle before turning to meet his gaze. He had moved into the new apartment the month before but, until this day, she had not ventured into the gym.

“Is that why you quit?” He asked with curiosity, a shy smile tugging on his lips.

She shook her head. “The new trainer is a bit creepy.”

He didn’t know what to say to that. An expected wave of concern washed over him which he tried to ignore. He was certain she could take care of herself, but the thought of another man coming onto her made him frustratingly jealous. Furthermore, he wasn’t sure whether this stab of emotion was warranted or even wanted since he was not sure whether he and Young-soon were officially together. The last six months had been agonisingly difficult but he knew he didn’t have a right to complain, after all, it was his entire fault. Sex or no sex, she had not yet indicated that she had forgiven him. Jungkook tried to shake his trail of thought and nodded towards one of the new machines in the corner of the room. “Did you want to go on the cross-trainer?” He asked.

“We should stretch first.” She moved into the centre of the room where a row of soft mats had been placed for this purpose.

“Shall I put some music on?” He offered, walking over to the inbuilt stereo and selecting a track at random from his workout playlist. The opening of 7 Rings blared through the speakers, making her jump. With an apologetic smile, he turned down the volume and joined her on the mats, stretching his calves with the support of his hands, one at a time. He tried to focus on himself, but his eyes slipped over to the mirror in front of them where he met her gaze briefly before flicking once more to the tops of her breasts. She was bending forward, massaging her thighs in kneading motions to loosen up the muscles and the action caused her shirt to ride down a little. If she noticed him looking, she didn’t say anything, instead straightening up and walking over to the cross-trainer. He followed her and climbed on the matching machine beside it.

She smirked. “Why do you have two of everything?”

“I only have one treadmill…” He argued softly as they warmed up. He noticed she was trying her best to keep up with him and subconsciously pushed himself harder, speeding up. “Sometimes my trainer comes over.” He explained.

They carried on for ten minutes in almost silence until she finally slowed down and stepped off the pedals. Jungkook slid off beside her and fetched their water bottles from the other side of the room, taking a large gulp of his own. When he turned, he noticed her struggling with the shoelace of her sneaker which had gotten caught in one of the pedals and he helped unravel her, bending down when it was done to tie the shoe back up for her. She thanked him quietly with a small smile before taking a few sips from her bottle; her chest shone with perspiration, a few beads of sweat collecting between her breasts. They headed towards the rowing machines and sat down.

“It’s not a competition.” She warned, raising an eyebrow at him as he grasped the handle.

“Oh…” He murmured with a blush. “I didn’t realise. Do you want me to keep time with you?” He offered.

She smirked. “It’ll be easier than keeping time with you.” She slid her sneakers into the foot-holes and leaned forward. “I’ll pull my triceps.” She said as an afterthought as he adjusted the settings on his machine to increase the resistance. They pulled in time, listening to the whirr of the cogs as they straightened up.

He attempted to make conversation. “How’s your assistant at work?” He asked casually, glancing sideways.

“Why do you ask?”

He shrugged. “It’s hard being new.”

“She’s not new anymore.” She argued lightly. “She’s been there for six months.”

“Is she still making mistakes?”

“All the time…” She sighed, catching his sympathetic expression. “You’re right, it’s hard being new.” She admitted, realising as she said it that she had perhaps been too hard on the girl who was both young and inexperienced. She unhooked her shoes from the pedals and moved to the setting wheel, pushing the catch to a higher number before returning to her position.

“Too easy?” He asked with a grin.

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to try mine?” He flashed his teeth and she laughed, moving off the machine to swap places. She noticed his dial was turned up to the highest setting and, when she pulled, the belt resisted painfully. She let out a loud, dramatic groan as she sat up, straightening her spine with some effort.

“Show off…” She murmured, making him laugh as they switched back. He had put the settings slightly higher on hers, challenging her.

“Is that okay?” He asked, watching as she tested the weight.

“Yeah.” She murmured, feeling the satisfying ache in her upper arms and the drip of sweat on her lower back as she pulled back and forth. Jungkook, beside her, had finally started to perspire a little and he groaned with each backward pull. They both looked tired as they paused their motions but, determined to push through, Young-soon looked around the space at the variety of equipment.

“What now?” Jungkook asked, sensing she was not yet done.

She spotted the oversized red gloves hanging by the line of mirrors. “Boxing?” She suggested with a small smile, slipping them on before he had time to reply.

“I’m not going to hit you…” He said timidly.

She shrugged teasingly and handed him a set of cushioned paddles. “I need to learn how to throw a punch.”

“Why?” He frowned, suddenly remembering the unfortunate incident which had happened on their first date after they had left the funfair. Had it really been over a year since they had met?

“It might come in handy.” She explained.

“Okay…” He agreed, seeing that it wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Not after how close she had come to getting seriously hurt that night. He unfastened the Velcro straps and fixed the paddles to his palms, holding them outstretched at arm’s length. “Don’t go easy on me.” He smiled.

“I won’t.”

She started to pant with exhaustion as she realised Jungkook was not letting up on the pace of his counts.

“One two, one two, one two…” He called rhythmically as she punched with as much energy as she could muster. “You can go harder.” He offered with a small, toothy grin. “One, two, one two…”

She grunted, pushing herself as hard as she could go, ignoring the drips of sweat that poured from her face into the crevices of her clothes.

“Don’t give up…” He warned.

“I’m not.” She protested with a groan, her teeth bared and gritting together like a wild animal. Her long, dark hair clung damply to her forehead, the ends of her ponytail stuck to the skin between her exposed shoulder blades as she hit with as much might as she could muster, feeling frustrated with both herself and the man opposite her when he did not move back with the force.

“Keep going…” He seemed to be enjoying this, which only made her angrier. She moved forward, breaking the stance she had kept for the past fifteen minutes in an attempt to push him back. She felt the hot sting of sweat in her eyes as it dripped from her furrowed brow and blinked it away, unable to see clearly as her glove slipped over the edge of the paddle and connected with something hard on the other end.

“Ah!” Jungkook cried out, taking a leap back as she staggered forwards awkwardly, ripping off the gloves and smoothing the stringy strands of wet hair away from her face. She realised what had happened and felt her chest drop.

“Was that intentional?” Jungkook asked in a muffled tone, his voice obscured by the hand which covered his nose. He had dropped both paddles to the floor and was crouched over, his face level with her torso.

“I’m sorry…” She called out weakly. “I slipped.” She continued to pant, out of breath and unable to move, horrified at the thought of hurting him.

“It’s okay…” He murmured softly, his face scrunched up in pain as he moved his hand away from the bridge of his nose, being careful not to bash it again. She felt a wave of relief flood through her when she saw he was not bleeding. “I deserved it.” He winced apologetically.

It took her a moment to work out what he was trying to say, realising that he was referring to what had happened over half a year before. Her breath finally slowed as she looked down at him. His eyes were dark.

“Yes…you do.” She admitted blankly, feeling her chest ache as she said it. His eyes had started to water; an aftereffect of the blow, and she sighed deeply. “Let’s take a look.” She murmured gently, taking a step forward and holding out her hand, meaning to touch his shoulder. Instead, his hand flew to her arm, curling gently around her wrist as he slipped a foot under her leg, unbalancing her and wrestling her to the floor. The mat was soft beneath her damp back and her ponytail fanned around her face as he crawled on top of her, pinning her to the ground with his fleshy thighs. She starred at him in surprise, her breath hot and heavy against his face as he met her gaze, his face inches from hers, waiting to see if she would protest. His palms were warm against her skin but his touch was light and she was sure she could wriggle from his grasp if she wanted.

“That was uncalled for.” She said breathlessly, her voice stern. His scent seeped attractively from his pores; the woody scent of his deodorant mixed with the bitter, cocoa aftershave he wore and, beneath that, the not-unpleasant scent of his sweat and something else; something which smelled like arousal and desire.

He hesitated. “What are you going to do about it?” He eventually asked, the warmth of his breath against her cheeks making her skin tingle pleasantly. She was unable to read the tone of his voice and, before she had time to think through his meaning, she was leaning forward, raising her head to open her lips passionately against his. It took him a moment to realise what was she doing before he pressed against her, resting his weight on his forearms as he sank into her touch. He let go of her wrists and her fingers found themselves tangled in his hair, smoothing and tugging his damp locks roughly as she moaned into his mouth, biting his lower lip almost hard enough to draw blood. He groaned, unable to help it as his hips jolted against her; the feel of her body against his crotch causing him to stir in his pants.

Their tongues met heatedly and she grasped his waist tightly, using all of her strength to maneuver him onto his back. She clasped her thighs around him, needing to spread them wide to sit comfortably. Momentarily breaking their kiss, he let out a gasp before pulling her snugly against him. She felt his palms on her backside, grasping her arse roughly through her jogging pants before placing a hard spank on one side. The sound echoed around the paneled room, merging with the low beat of pop music which played through the speakers. She let out a surprised moan at the sensation of him dragging the fabric, along with the elastic of her underwear, down her hips and she pulled away from his wet mouth to lift her lower body, allowing them to collect around her thighs. She was already soaking when she settled against him, her uncovered pussy warm against his crotch. Jungkook commented on this, pushing his fingers through her folds and over the slick swell of her clitoris.

“You’re really wet…” He moaned, sliding his digits back and forth against her before angling them upwards, against her opening. She automatically leaned back as he sank three fingers in with ease, pressing them deep against her walls and filling her up. She groaned as they skimmed her G-spot and snapped her head back as he stretched her.

She allowed him to ease her onto her back, grateful for the gym mats which cushioned her body as he hooked his fingers under the frilly hem of her underwear, pulling them the rest of the way down along with her joggers and slipping them over her sneakers. He looked at her hungrily, spreading her legs by the calves to expose her flushed labia before dragging her body easily towards him on the mat. With a small pant, he lifted her lower body from the floor, placing her thighs across his shoulders as he buried his head in her sex and opened his mouth wetly against her pink folds.

She opened her mouth in a silent moan, her voice caught in her throat as he ran his tongue along her exposed core, his lips massaging her and pulling her closer.

“Does it taste good?” She managed to croak as he ran his tongue across her clitoris.

He didn’t reply, instead nestling himself deeper and pressing his lips tightly against her.

“Fuck!” She exclaimed breathlessly, scrunching her eyes shut. She didn’t think he had ever made her feel this good. “Put your tongue in me Jungkook…” She groaned, letting out a loud gasp a moment later when he complied and pushed into her opening as deeply as he could. He slowly lowered her to the floor, holding up her thighs as he followed her; his lips never breaking contact. Being careful not to hit him with her sneakers, she wrapped her calves around his neck, holding him tight as he let go of her thighs. She leaned forward and brushed his slightly curly hair from his damp forehead, the rest of his features lost from view.

“I like your hair long…” She murmured sweetly, not knowing whether he would hear her.

“What?” He asked breathlessly as he pulled away. His lips glistened with her arousal.

“Nothing.” She shook her head softly and grasped the edge of his oversized t-shirt, pulling him to her. He slid between her parted legs and met her kiss with a moan. She tasted her saltiness on his skin as her tongue met his frantically, showing her appreciation. His palm moved to the back of her head as he deepened the kiss, holding her against him. Eventually, she pulled away, hoping to return the favour.

He watched with parted, rosy lips as she encouraged him onto his back and turned around, straddling him in reverse. He couldn’t help but grasp the backs of her thighs as she untied his tightly looped drawstring and slid him over the elasticated edge of his pants. As expected, he was already hard when she firmly squeezed his length, jerking him once, slowly, before wrapping her lips around him. He let out a cry at the sensation of his swollen tip brushing the warm ring of her throat, her lips tight against his balls as she deepthroated him.

Despite her arousal, she took care to keep her weight on her knees but the scent and close proximity of her was driving him crazy and with a moan, he spread her cheeks apart with both hands and captured her clitoris between his lips. He sucked a little roughly and rocked her hips, encouraging her to ride his face.

After a moment, she let him go, holding his cock against her flushed cheek. “Is this too much?” She whispered, knowing if she wasn’t careful he was apt to over boil with little warning.

He shook his head against her body, breaking contact with her bud to moan. “Keep going…”

She smiled though he couldn’t see it, and took him back in, creating a tight suction with her cheeks as she bobbed up and down, wanting to make him feel as good as he was making her feel. He grew increasingly gaspy as he moved his palms from her backside and reached around to cup her breasts. She hummed around him in approval, making his cock twitch deliciously as he slipped his digits beneath the bust of her stretchy top and dragged the fabric down over her nipples. His thumbs brushed over the hard peaks, massaging her slick breasts firmly and pulling away from the slit between her thighs to take a much-needed gasp of air.

Hungrily, she moved from him, turning to face him and they locked eyes, their mutual desire obvious.

“Do you want me to get a condom?” He asked, catching his breath as his eyes roamed over her breasts; the tight fabric beneath pushing them up firmly. His caution was not unwarranted; she had insisted on him wearing one on the two previous occasions they had fucked, ever since his accident at the party.

“Where are they?” She asked.

“In the bathroom.”

She hesitated, before shaking her head. “It doesn’t matter…”

While the sentiment was not particularly romantic, Jungkook’s stomach grew pleasantly warm at the implication and he slipped his joggers and underwear from his legs before encouraging her onto his lap. She wrapped her legs around his hips, kissing him deeply and clutching his back with splayed fingers as they rocked together; the very tip of his cock pushing into her. His hands found her breasts and squeezed them together. They moaned in unison as their lips parted and she watched as his gaze once more fell to her chest. She squeezed her arms together, accentuating her bust.

“Put them in your mouth…” She whispered and he groaned at her request, moving his head to her chest to take a nipple between his open lips. She cradled his head in her arms and watched him suckle her, his mouth opening and closing against the pink buds as he alternated between them. He felt her reach between their thighs and adjust her hips as she guided him inside her completely.

“God that’s deep!” She cried out, momentarily closing her eyes in ecstasy as her warm cunt enveloped his length and thickness. Letting her nipple go at the sound of her voice, he moved his lips to hers and kissed her deeply as he snapped his hips against her inner thighs. She pulled away to look at him, roaming her hands along his bare torso; grasping and grabbing at him a little desperately as she moved against him, slowing him down to set the pace.

“I forgot how hot you are.” She moaned breathily, her eyes trailing languidly along the parts of him she could see until she met his gaze.

“I’ll have to work harder…” He panted, holding her by the hips as she grinded against him. “To make sure you don’t forget.”

“You don’t need to work out more…” She protested weakly.

His eyes were soft as he looked at her beneath his thick, wavy bangs. “I meant I need to be a better boyfriend.”

She felt an unpleasant pang in her stomach. “Let’s not talk about this now.” She said softly, slowing her hips. “Can you take over?” She requested.

“How do you want it?” He asked quietly. “On top?”

She swallowed, clearing her raspy throat. “From behind.”

He looked at her for a moment and nodded as she moved from his lap, turning around to get on all fours and pushing off her sneakers with her toes. He followed slowly, taking a moment to admire the view of her backside and the way she was displayed to him; her flushed pussy pink and wet between her thighs. He hadn’t expected she would ever bare herself to him in this way again and he still wasn’t sure whether she truly trusted him, not after what he did to her, but he welcomed the fact she felt comfortable with him and that, at least, was something.

He spread apart her arse cheeks as he entered her, pushing his tip through her folds of skin with his teeth gritted in pleasure. He snapped his head back in pleasure once he was fully immersed and Young-soon watched him in one of the mirrors; her position giving her the perfect view of his reflected expression as he kneaded the skin on her backside; digging in his fingertips with each thrust. She loved how his features scrunched up, how his mouth lulled open when he groaned and how gorgeous he looked fucking her. It was exciting to be able to watch and, when his eyelids finally opened, her heart stuttered as they made eye contact in the mirror.

“Finger me…” She whispered breathlessly as his hands moved to her waist.

He looked down, breaking his gaze and she felt him press his fingers against her taken cunt, brushing his cock as he tried to slip them in, filling her up.

“Not there.” She prompted.

He paused tentatively. “Are you sure?” He asked quietly, a little shocked by her request. It had been a long time.

She gasped. “Just do it.”

Slowly, he withdrew his digits and she watched his reflection as he raised them to his lips, sucking his fore and middle finger to coat them in saliva. He adjusted his hips, pulling half-way out of her and she whined loudly at the contact as the head of his cock brushed her tender inner walls, hitting the perfect spot.

He smiled bemusedly. “I haven’t touched you yet.”

“I can see that…” She smirked, making a point of showing him she was watching in the mirror as he moved his fingers back to the crevice between her cheeks and rubbed along the tight ring of her other opening. Unable to maintain eye contact in her pleasure, she closed her eyes as he circled the pucker and slowly pushed in his index finger. He watched her expression as her mouth opened in a gasp before dropping her head down. Gently, he pulled out to add his middle finger, hooking both digits in an upwards motion, his hand pressing closely to the curves of her body.

“How’s that?” He whispered.

“Sensitive.”

“I’ll be careful.” He promised.

She nodded, knowing he would and taking a moment to get used to the sensation of being filled twice as he massaged her gently, his hips utterly still until she pleaded.

“Fuck me Jungkook.”

Keeping his fingers inside her, he gently moved his body with hers, using his other palm to stroke her waist and hips as he increased pace. They rocked together, taking little glances at the mirror as he grew breathier; his brow sheening with perspiration at the sight of her breasts moving with momentum with each thrust of his hips; her hard nipples poking over the top of her tight, cropped shirt.

“Are you gonna cum?” She eventually asked, sensing he was close when she observed his eyes, bolted shut.

“Yeah…” He confirmed, letting out a long sigh.

“Here…” She uttered, crawling forward frantically and spinning around. He cried out as his cock and fingers slipped from her. “On my tongue…” She finished, sitting on her knees and opening her mouth to expose her pink tongue.

He didn’t have time to think and instead, intuitively, grasped his erection and jerked himself roughly. As his seed hit her outstretched tongue she let out a moan and kept still as it spilled messily from the tip of his cock. He had a lot to give and his aim became more unsteady as his hand trembled; dripping himself onto her face and bare breasts. She watched his brow furrow and mouth open as he climaxed, his expression strained and utterly gorgeous. It soon smoothed out as he finished and she swallowed, wiping the sides of her mouth in a lady-like manner to taste him.

“I’m sorry…” He panted apologetically, looking down at the mess he had made on her. “I couldn’t help it.”

She shook her head with a small smile. “Don’t worry about it.” She murmured.

His chest ached pleasantly at her reply, remembering how uncomfortably forced, on both their parts, their last two attempts at having sex had been. He knew she must be feeling just as exhausted as him and suddenly felt guilty at the realisation she would likely be in pain tomorrow from the intense workout, both before and during the sex. There was a momentary feeling of relief, however, at having burnt so much energy, his body rushing with endorphins.

“Can I put this in the washer?” She asked, gesturing to her ruined shirt. The swell of her large breasts glistened attractively above the hem; his ejaculate pearl-like against her fawn coloured skin and pink nipples.

He nodded as she stood up and peeled the fabric from her body. “Do you want to borrow a shirt?” He asked, unable to stop his eyes from roaming over her completely nude form, from her long legs to the shapely curves of her wide hips, hovering slightly on the waxed space between her thighs before once more admiring the beautiful, teardrop shape of her breasts.

She met his gaze and smirked. “What?”

He flashed a timid grin and it seemed to her, at that moment, he was glowing in the aftermath of his orgasm.“Can we work out together more often?”

The line could have come off as cheesy, but she sensed he was being sincere. Her lips turned up at the corners as she folded her shirt. “We’ll see.”

“Are you sure you have to go?” He asked, remembering that when he picked her up from her apartment in the early afternoon she had mentioned getting a lift back before it got too late.

“Yeah.” She hesitated, a little unconvincingly. “I need to iron my work clothes for tomorrow.”

“I could drop you off in the morning.” He offered, suddenly desperate for her to stay.

She bridged the gap between them and pressed her lips, a little apologetically, against his warm cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow after work…” She said, making his heart sink. While they had a casual date planned for the next day, it suddenly seemed apparent that there was still a gap between them...something he had stupidly caused half a year before. While their tryst today had been mind-blowing for him and, he was certain, intensely pleasurable for her too, it was not enough to repair what damage he had caused.

“You’re still okay to pick me up aren’t you?” She asked as he placed his hand gently on her naked waist.

“Yeah…are you still okay for the restaurant?” He asked.

She smiled sweetly. “Yeah. It’ll be nice.” She turned around and began to head towards the door. “Do you want to shower first?”

He had hoped she would want to shower together, but tried not to seem too defeated. “There’s another one in the en-suite.” He explained.

“Even better.” She said, holding open the door as he caught up with her.

“I’ll go get you a shirt.”

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seoulforthesoul · 5 years

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Taehyung: detective this is a crime scene-

Jin, taking the victim’s ice cream: what??? is this the murder weapon??? gET OFF MY DICK

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joonspecs · 5 years

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today, you did~

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idol!KNJ drabble.

Readers POV. It’s a little heart-tugging, dare I say it a tad angsty?

Read on if you’re brave.

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Things don’t usually gauge a more than necessary reaction out of you, but you felt the ominous feeling in the pit of your heart, slowly spreading itself to your lungs and up your throat.

You could see the way his chest heaved heavier than you’ve seen him breathe lungfuls of air. You saw how his eyes started to blink rapidly, and despite how out of breath he was, especially after exerting himself far beyond his own capacity, it was undeniably like Namjoon to carry on a performance regardless of what ailed him.

No matter how many times you’ve both had heated conversations about it, he was Namjoon, who also happened to be a performer. It’s not to say that he was the only one who ever felt like that, you couldn’t count how many instances the other boys had done the same. Despite of whatever anyone else could say, there was nothing keeping them from doing what they love the most.

Music was their absolute euphoria. The wine to their withering dry holds. But if they we’re all superman, music was much like kryptonite more than anything else that drove them. The passion each of them held towards such an encompassing, transcendent gift the world could ever conjure. Music had that power. Music was the culprit. But where would we all be without music. They say music made the world go ‘round. Perhaps at times it spun it too far some fell slaved to its insanity. Making them convulse in fear whenever there wasn’t any real prod or inspiration for their creative intellect, and yet, such a thing was as beautiful and as marvellous to all. With only mere melodies, harmonies, tone colours, depths, rhythms that inspire such insanity to the human brain.

Music made the world go ‘round. Soon, you saw the way his body collapsed to the platform that you pleaded, maybe music, for once could freeze for just a moment.

Just like how your own body did. The one thing that you feared most had you rooted to the one spot, side stage, with hands trembling, your knees threatening to buckle. The sick feeling in your stomach curdled more proving a much less pleasing taste in your mouth. Like how you can taste expired milk in the way it pours out in clunks.

Shock and worry crowded the whole stadium, the members looked beside themselves, searching for each other every ounce of support for their fallen leader. The medical team rushed past you. Your heart quickened and slowed down together, your lungs felt like it could concave at any minute, your palms clammed up as you balled them in fists. But in that moment, shock and worry crowded the whole stadium, the members looked beside themselves, searching for each other every ounce of support for their fallen leader. Jungkook was first on his knees beside Namjoon, followed by Taehyung and soon after the other boys turned to realise what had happened behind them, before rushing towards him in heightened anxiousness.

You swallowed dryly, taking careful steps towards the platform. Everything was heightened and silenced all the same. You could see the fans with canvases of fear, the members couldn’t keep from trying to get to their leader before the medical team called for space. The lights blacked out, and all at once every sense rushed back into your body.

You took off beside Namjoon, the medical team having already been notified of your designation as you did all you could to assist. Loosening any restrictive clothing as Jiwon brought two pillows from god knows where to elevate his legs and the other for the comfort of his head. Simone was checking for his airway, stating it was clear and patent. But his breathing was slow and too far apart to count for a minute it was defiantly concerning that he might need an ambulance. You felt for his pulse and compared it to the other wrist, finding that one abounded and rapid while the other too faint and too slow for comfort. You didn’t realise it then but you were calling out him. Your own voice a stark comparison how you felt inside. You wanted to wail, and cry out, but what came out were careful, practiced, professional placement of words you’ve uttered many times for it to be unfamiliar or shaky.

“Namjoon, can you hear me?”

He has to. You weren’t settling for anything less.

“Squeeze my hand if you can.”

A slight squeeze, hopeful but still too weak.

A memory passed your mind, but you took hold before it could disappear from you. A talk show host had mentioned how intimidating your boyfriend was; his intelligence, his mind, his philosophy, his words, even the way he carried himself exerted enough confidence it often came off as stand-offish, but you’ve had the utmost privilege of getting to know the man behind all of that.

He never scared you, for anything and never for a moment. But right then and there as he opened his eyes, blinked them open in a tangent and looking for you.

You thought to yourself;

You don’t scare me Namjoon... but today you did.

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lokisasylum · 5 years

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This fandom is full of hypocritical cunts

Yo, SHUT THE FUCK UP about the supposed “juul” shit.

Ya’ll are out here writing about Taehyung being a criminal, a sadist, a drug junkie or smoking a pack of cigs a day in your fanfics, but are now acting like a bunch of Virgin Marys crying over a PASTEL HOLDER looking like a vaping cig. Trending hashtags on twitter about cancelling him and all sorts of damaging shit.

Go back to Sesame Street and miss me with that hypocritical BULLSHIT.

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bang-me-bangtan-style · 5 years

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the temptation -1

paring: jeon jungkook x kim taehyung x reader

genre: smut, innocence,celibacy, corruption,seducing, going against morals,

summary: Church. School. Work. Home. Home.work. school home. It was a hell of routine. But it was old. It was getting way too old. This pure innocent life was just a facade nowadays. Your mind had fell into the fifth circle of hell. And your boyfriend jungkook realized this. Especially after you cheated on him with the person he hated the most. Taehyung. And now according to him you would burn in hell for it. How long could you keep your legs closed after reviving oral sex from taehyung? Could you keep the rest of your innocence or did you really want to burn in hell like jungkook said you would? Book 1/7 in the bts series

notes: this series is about sexual desires and religion don’t read if your not into that or are against. you’ve been warned.

He stood there with his hands in his pockets, tears threatening to fall from his eyes as his breathing continued to try and even out. But it couldn't - no matter how hard he tried to breath correctly- him being upset with you killed him in every way possible. He couldn't believe the things he found out even after all the things you both had been through together.

His hands were in his pockets and he bit down on the inside of his cheek to keep the crying at bay. He was really affected by your actions greatly. And he didn't know if he could forgive you for them either. You took a step towards him and he took a step back closer to your apartment door as your heart broke looking at how serious he was with you. But you couldn't blame him.

"I can't believe you would cheat on me-"he paused as his voice broke, tears coming down his face as he tried to look you in your eyes.which was very hard for him to do. "And in that way, because of what we wanted."

What he wanted was for you both to be celibate till marriage. You couldn't talk about sex, have sex, even kiss because he always said kissing always leads to sex. And since sex was a sin, kissing only meant harm and turmoil.

Jungkook's frame shook and he tried to calm his hyperventilation but all he wanted to do was scream and break everything in your apartment and it didn't help that you didn't say anything because you didn't remember that night, but you wouldn't doubt that you would do something drunk. You were always crazy when you were drunk. Your temptations heightened. Your lust for a man to touch you greater.

"So did you fuck him?!" He spat just the thought sending him into a frenzy. "Or did you suck him off while he fingered your cunt?" the dirty words comming out of his mouth made you cringe. it was so unlike him to speak like that.

So, one: Jungkook had proof of you with another guy drunk off your ass. Someone had sent it to Jungkook. You didn't know who would do something like that but they did. It was a video, showing the encounters of you and a man getting a little to close at a party. Then proceeded to dance practically having sex on the dance floor. Then you whispering something in his ear and you leaving hand in hand upstairs. You had gotten the video this morning and flipped out knowing it would break him. That all hell would break lose within this relationship. Question was how would you survive this?

"Really- taehyung though." he continued to blink back tears. Him barely managing to do so. A shock wave went through you when he figured out who the guy was because the video didn't show his face.

The video was of you and Taehyung, very harsh to the eyes. it looked too intense- so intimate that you could barley watch it. The way you both made out screamed sex and the way you touch him inviting him to want him to want that from you was beyond words. When sober you wouldn't do that in a million years. The liquid of courage was a dangerous one. One you in particular needed to stay away from.

Okay so..

two: the part that you need to know was you and Jungkook were celibate. You both had parents that put their faith in god before any of their desires. And anything sexual before marriage was a one-way ticket to hell. No matter how tempting sex was. This is what you had been told over and over again by your parents that is.

You believe in it pretty deeply but you had also gotten to an age where temptations was going to be the death of you. Nowadays you felt like you couldn't even look at a boy with getting aroused. Knowing that underneath there was a cock beneath the jeans they wore. Knowing that it could harden and be used to stick you made you squeeze your legs shut. and squeeze your eyes shut.

Boys were a gift from god- but god said they couldn't be touched. Not unless you were married and it didn't make sense to you. Why are all these men here to temp you? Your mother had said it was to "test your strength." To put your faith in god and you could overcome it. But it felt so evil like setting someone up for failure.

Taehyung a name that ran through your head as they hung above you from Jungkook's lips. His lips that kept trembling as he tried not to cry in front of you because of the pain that he had experienced because of you and your sins was beyond him. he felt like he didn't deserve your shit. He was so done with you.

Still you stood there looking down because at this point you couldn't say anything. It was to the point that you regretted ever agreeing to go to the party with one of your best friends. She knew how you were when you were drunk. You couldn't make healthy decisions. and even though she said she would keep an eye on you she disappeared leaving you with the one boy you needed to stay away from.

Lucifer himself.

Taehyung was a natural born evil sex fend. He was walking sex on legs. and he wanted nothing but to take you from Jungkook and make you his. Jungkook and Taehyung hated each other and it killed Jungkook that you would chose him of all people to cheat on him with. It actually disgusted to the point he wanted to throw up.

Taehyung didn't think you needed "that boy" as he said. He said you needed a man like him who could pleasure you and give you everything you need. he said he could treat you right if you just let him. But Jungkook had always been in the way.

Now don't hate Taehyung too much he's only been in love with you your whole life. He grew up with you like Jungkook did. But he was the boy next door that your parents told you to stay away from. Taehyung never went to church and his dad was a drug addict. Your parents hated him like no other and you would always tell them to do what they preach and never judge a book by its cover. Not that they gave a shit.

Now, Jungkook, you knew him since you were young and attended the same church as you. He fell for you instantly and your parents approved of him right away since they were friends with his parents. It was all a fuck fest of how you two got together- all threw the grace of god.

You started dating him when you were 16 and now you were 20 him being 21. and when Taehyung found out you started dating him back then he became angry and distant from you at first but two years later got over it. He said you would always be his no matter what. Whatever that meant.

But now that your way past 18 and your hormones are way out of control- As you and Jungkook go on your 5th year together you never been so horny. And you had no release up until that night with Taehyung when he made you sin with his mouth. Your sexual tension withering away. He knew you were a virgin and he respected your morals to be a virgin, but he also believed that you could get off without using genitals. there was always a way around it. whether Jungkook wanted to admit it or not.

The funny part was he didn't force you you had asked him to help you feel good. You wanted to cum. And he hesitated but he could tell how sexually frustrated you were. With the magic mouth of Tae, you had never felt so good.

The video triggers your mind and you remembered everything instantly. Everything you said to get him to touch you that night. You quickly threw a hand over your mouth and started to cry as your drunk rendezvous popped in your mind.

"Oh, you remember now?" Jungkook laughed bitterly. is it breaking every part of you too?" Your surprised eyes flashed to his and you looked like a deer in headlights in front of him. With his eyes rimmed in red his tears finally stopped and anger replaced it.

"You want sex that bad that when your drunk you can't keep your legs closed?"He spat at you the venom attacking you at every angle. "My mom was right about you! she said she could see the evil in your eyes and I never knew what she meant until now!" He spat- you hurting from the new news from his mother about you. She hated you.

"Jungkook- "

"Oh, now you want to say something?" he said his hands still in his pockets. "I thought we had something special I thought- "

"You thought what? You won't even kiss me you," admitted. "You won't show me you love me in any intimate way I feel like you don't want me Jungkook!" you spat back. "I feel disgusting unworthy of being touched because you think everything will lead to sex."

"I always wanted you...I - I needed you," his voice shakes, " it's just kissing will make me-"

You were in his face furious. "Yes, Jungkook kissing leads to sex but we can stop at any time!!!!" You cried. It bothered you so much because your body was craving and lacking something from him. He didn't fulfill at least one thing for you. You felt like his friend rather than someone in a relationship.

" I hate myself Jungkook, I'm depressed and disgusted with myself I felt like nothing I do is good enough! I have to walk on eggshells, I must keep my sexual desires to myself- I have no one to talk about the urges I have with you. I want you in between my legs so bad-"

his eyes glassed over and he forgot how to breathe.

"You won't let me talk about how bad I want your cock in my mouth- or how bad I think about you fingering the fuck out of my pussy- or how bad I want to feel you rip apart my innocence!!! - The point is that even if we don't do it we could at least talk about it. Why can't we at least kiss. I'm not your friend I'm your lover! if you can even call it that"that hit him where it hurt.

He looked shocked at your confession not knowing exactly what to say. So he said, "We haven't done anything yet so maybe you are right you're just a friend," he started to walk out. Him basically trying to end it there. "These 5 years have meant nothing. You already showed me that!"He screamed.

You wanted to hit him so you did letting all your frustrations out on him- he quickly turned around and grabbed your wrist towering over you angry with his eyes watery. you still continued to hit him on the chest him trying to stop you.

"Fine leave. Leave when this gets tough. You're the only reason I lasted this long." You spat in his face.

With fury in In his eyes he threw your hands away . "And if it weren't for me your parents would see how much of a slut you have become." He looked you up and down. "Fucking disgusting if you ask me. You can't do a simple thing and keep your legs close and not cheat on your boyfriend of 5 years slut!"

You stumbled back tears prickling there way to the surface again.

"The evil in your eyes burns lasers into my soul as you try and capture me with sinful thoughts. - I have no clue as to why you can't control it, but you need to get it together god doesn't wait for anyone. Once you cross over you can't be saved and you'll earn your respective place in hell and for that I hope for you to burn."

Your heart broke at his words. But you wouldn't go down like that.

"Well then since we're done I'll gladly take that place to hell. I'll just scream Taehyung's name all the way down to the bottom to the fifth circle of hell how about that?!"

"Good you impure slut I wouldn't touch you anymore anyways!"

"YOU NEVER TOUCH ME!!! You screamed on the top of your lungs. But you was only met with a door.

He slammed your door to your apartment leaving you there starting at his departure ending 5 years of pure self hatred and tournament.

But still you were unsatisfied.

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