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diorcities · 18 days
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𝓣𝒉𝒆 𝕾𝒘𝒂𝒏
haechan x you genre smut content ballet au, graphic violence (a fight, a vendetta, lascivious behavior towards reader), girl hysteria core, alcohol consumption, corruption kink, masturbation, mirror sex, oral sex (both, in different situations), clit/nipple play, anal fingering, anal sex, use of condoms, womanizer!haechan with a soft spot for reader, many biblical references and allusion to demons playing judas lady gaga somebody else the 1975 iris goo goo dolls strange kris bowers (cover ver.) black swan bts (orchestra ver) wc: 20.9k
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description: docile bodies loaded with lethal venom and betrayals are commonplace in the prestigious academy, and you happen to be their new prey when you're given the starring role with the smooth seducer with the devil's carved grin that everyone desperately desires: haechan
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there was a certain grace in the way your movements were synchronized. or so you thought. tender touches like feather-light against soft skin. breathing mixing in the air between. eyes staring at each other, existing, both, in the ether.
from the way his honey-colored eyes look at you, you might think he could choose you among the other beauties. but haechan is like that: he's made by a dark deity, someone who created his beauty to be lethal, as he possesses the devil's carved grin.
he doesn't belong to anyone. he's bound to leave trails of broken hearts and hysteria in his wake, yet you want him to be yours.
the furtive glances of the others present made you feel nervous, or so you want to believe when you feel your partner's warm, soft hands sit longer on your waist once the music ceases, and you tremble under his touch.
his chest pressed against your back, and you feel it rise and fall quickly and erratically as he catches his breath; a hint of a grin when he slips his fingers away and your breath comes out ragged, trying to suffocate it when you see the headmaster putting a hand to his head.
“quelle putain de merde. you better not look like this at the evening ceremony,” he says. “YOU HEARD ME!!?” the horrific scream made you decompose for a moment, to recover and manage to say in unison with the boy: “yes, sir”.
(quelle putain de merde: what a damn crap.)*
when your ears stopped ringing, you managed to notice muffled laughter under collective breaths. and kai, the dance instructor seemed to hear them too; one look at them silenced them all. however, their looks… you scanned the room nervously. a dozen faces that seemed to drop blades. at you.
“jealousy,” an answer to your question; his breath hitting your ear making your heart skip a beat.
haechan looks down on you but you quickly look away, dizzy. eyes wanting to keep busy to avoid looking at that beauty mark near his mouth. wandering around the room, seeing it now clear as water. jealousy. in their graceful carved features.
the ballet academy was a place of contrasts. on the one hand, there were smiles and applause, praise and recognition, the beauty and grace of the dance. on the other hand, there were sharp teeth and hidden claws, ready to rip you to pieces. accidents, fractures, betrayals. everyone kills for a star, and now your back has a cross.
it was a new season for the equinox and the academy had to present the stellar of the swan lake. the atmosphere was charged with expectations and high hopes.
you were the new one, and everyone knows what happens to intruders. however, your thoughts were scattered in two maybes, was it because you were given the starring role just arriving at the academy, or was it because you were given the starring role with him?
because without a doubt, lee haechan is handsome. alluring. his body is athletic and long. gracious. his dance sophisticated. his face could have been carved by the angels themselves, and there could be no doubt that it was true. with a lethal smile and lips that resembled silk. pink, as if constantly bitten. perhaps for him, perhaps for lovers. and his attitude, he's alluring. a construction that reflects his appeal. he charmed with a sharp wit and relaxed mannerisms.
you're sure that casual encounters and no strings attached are strong pillars in the reason why everyone drools over him; they want to be the first to receive his first love. he's a paradox, a mystery, a wonder. and he knows it.
“you better watch your back, angel,” he says with his eyes fixed behind you, before he leaves with a subtle bow. his absence makes everyone leave, and you can't help but think that most people go after him.
when the room is clear, kai's expression changes. all his fury comes at you in flames as you gather your things to go home, “i was told excellent things about you” he speaks, finding something you ignore funny, “and all i see is mediocrity,” his eyes sweep over you with a mixture of disdain and derision.
his gaze is so dense and heavy, loaded with something foreign to you, that you must look away, but he's got other plans.
kai sighs, and his rough hand reaches for your face. your eyes reflexively close expecting to feel the burning of his palm against your cheek but he only ends up arranging a strand of your hair behind your ear, and the gesture couldn't seem more vile than his words. “i don't know what cock you sucked to get the role, but there won't be enough left for you to keep it if you don't fix this by the next rehearsal.” his eyes are stained with something else when he tries to show sweetness, “will you do that for me, precious?”
something twitches and buzzes in your chest and it's not until you see him leave that you realize you've been holding your breath and all your muscles groan as you relax. trembling hands grabbing your things quickly to head to the shelter of your apartment, mind scheming to devise your improving methods.
you take off your ballet shoes with a grimace; you've barely had time to adjust them the way you like them, but that's not why you feel something pricking your foot.
you drown out a garbled sound when you see sparkles on the sole.
a noise takes your breath away, perplexed, something creeps down your spine as your eyes shoot up to the shadows.
you've checked the room. “who's there?”
your eyes adjust to the silhouette that emerges from the shadows, maybe he didn't leave completely, maybe he's been staring at you in the shadows. and you feel no less terrorized, especially when he smiles lethally.
“d'you need help with that?” he asks when he sees you struggling with your shoes.
“it's okay, i forgot to...-” your words crowd on the tip of your tongue and yet you can't get them out. haechan kneels in front of you, and your finger catches one of the small shards of glass.
he takes your hands between his under your dazed expression, bringing it to his lips where he gently sucks on your finger, then leaves a kiss on the tip and another on the back of your hand. “shouldn't you be more careful?” he inquires then, taking your shoes from your grip, proceeding to smack them onto the floor.
his bemused gaze lands on you when you muffled a gasp, a smile dazzes on his mouth. “sorry, did i scare you?”
“no.” you breathe.
“d'you always look like a frightened lamb or is it just me?” he asks then, scanning your face. you try to keep your expression serene, even though you're about to have a crisis. “did something happen?”
kai's words are still running through your head. “i'm fine,” you lie. “i'm just tired.”
he hums, paying attention to the shoe ‘til he frowns. “you shouldn't leave your shoes lying around, it's dangerous, angel.”
you bristle, is he referring to you maybe because he doesn't know your name? “my name is…”
“i know your name.” he cuts you off, and your thoughts scattered all over the place.
“i think maybe i'd left them, i didn't believe they were going to put something inside.”
“why wouldn't they? you stole kai's attention.”
“did i?” you say, funny. it seemed quite the opposite.
yet haechan doesn't catch it. “hmm...”
you watch him smile slowly. “let's get home.” he holds out your ballet shoes and you feel them in your touch; in a short time he's left them almost impeccable.
when you walk into the bathroom, any trace of him having affected you disappears when you see the murderous glances through the mirror. the silence is tense, and it's broken by kazuha when she laughs with namjoo behind your back once you turn on the faucet and splash the cold water to clear your mind.
haechan has managed to make you more nervous than kai. you feel dizzy, but it feels... pleasant.
you've never been one to attract attention, but looking at the big picture, you'll have to get used to having it very often; you want to continue to have his, especially.
your attention is kept on guard, and your instinct tenses your muscles. you come to the conclusion way later than you should once they encircle you that you shouldn't have turned your back on them.
you don't see where the first punch came from. your head stings and you squeal, hitting something strong, a wall, maybe. a white noise dams your hearing, too stunned to see the next assault of punches.
black haze adorns your vision as a blazing fire bends you in half, breathless when one of them hits hard in your stomach. you feel the world spinning, perhaps it is you when you fall and almost hit your chin on the cold tiled floor.
“who do you think you are, huh? coming in and hoarding everything? new features, new face of the season. i've waited all my life to get the spotlight on swan lake, and you just show up looking stupid and they give you the part? with him?”
you can't believe they're mentioning him. the concept seems bizarre to you and panic leaves your mind blank, you are unable to coordinate to ask for help. you feel dizzy, and nauseous. you have no choice but to close your eyes and receive two kicks that you barely manage to cushion with your forearms on your stomach. “well, look at you. i think i know why they gave it to you, you're such a martyr, beaten to death.” they don't go for the face; they're not that idiotic. instead, they point to places that are easy to cover with tights, back, stomach, head. they'd go after your legs and ankles if you weren't curled up to protect them.
injuries are a death sentence.
when your whole body screams, suddenly everything goes quiet. your body cools against the tiles, until you find warmth in it. your body hurts, everywhere, and you're not so far away from a deadly kiss because your breathing has become shallow and slow.
you crack on the floor, picturing your mother laughing at this moment, your determination to fit in the concrete jungle. you've never been good at fitting in, you are easily blinded, manipulated and influenced.
you crawl as best you can, even if every step is an ordeal. the taste of iron in your mouth as you press your lips together in a last-ditch effort to stand up. no one has seen you, no one has heard you. you manage to walk slowly but surely, even though your belly aches and it burns, though tears threaten your eyes as you pass them in the hallway, feigning innocence as they surround haechan.
he smiles at you as if reading your agony, he rejoices like a spectator watching the sad dying gazelle before it is devoured. you still feel his gaze fixed on you as you make your way to the door and into the blackness of the night, crumbling once you reach the dark.
“hey, mom. just checking in. uh… it's been good, everyone is so nice, and i've been cast as the swan queen for this new season, and…” you can't continue. every step you take feels like daggers sticking in your stomach. walking feels like the worst torture, but the bus stop isn't that far away and...
“need a ride?”
your ears keep buzzing and ringing, the soft rumble of his bike passing unnoticed by you, and you realize that he has been driving slowly for a while when you haven't stopped right away. you think you might have a concussion.
your head doesn't spin a single coherent thought as you watch his eyebrows arch and his dazzling eyes under a black helmet. you move as slowly as your thoughts flow. you've become so light-headed, that maybe, maybe he's smiling at your puzzling. “is it s-safe?” you manage to pronounce, after a while where your eyes wander over the black body.
your eyes shoot out at him when he removes the helmet, and consequently you stifle a sigh. he combs his brown hair, as he rests the object on his knee, a mischievous grin streaks across his angular face.
he hums, “are you scared?”
the bus stop is a couple of blocks away, and it would be quite a process to get home without passing out in pain on the way. but you know that's not the reason you're lowkey giving in; you know the way he looks at you has something to do with it.
“first time?” he wonders.
“is it so obvious?” a hint of pain keeps you from laughing any longer. when you smile, your face hurts like hell, and you realize that it's hard for you to make any expression without feeling like it's breaking in two. your lip pricks, perhaps because it has managed to catch one of their kicks. but you can't help biting it as a habit and then regretting it right after.
haechan does not miss any detail of you. “i've never been on one. but... i'd like to.”
he grins like the devil. “get on.” his hand extends the black helmet towards you, your feet moving closer to him by inertia. it's pretty, black, and shiny. a white stripe that runs across the entire circumference and ends in two wings on the back.
“i like your helmet.” haechan gets closer to you and smiles at seeing you so affected when he helps you put it on. “safe and sound.”
you are surprised at how easy it is for him to read you. the thing is, you don't know if it's because you are very expressive or if he has been looking at you lately to know your mannerisms. “only one helmet, you're the lucky one tonight.”
he must know that his smile has an effect on people, he must know that it has an effect on you. and it is overwhelming.
his hands assisting you when you climb on the back, mind starting to work again when it grips you not finding a way to hold onto once he starts to drive. haechan is totally oblivious to you slicing your brain in an obvious struggle as he waits for you, but you don't have a clue, and it's pathetic, “where should i... where do i hold on?”
you see his profile paying attention to you, humming fleetingly, “on to me,” he simply answers, voice sounding mocking but soft. your cheeks burn from feeling so stupid, until you find yourself in another dilemma again.
even you know how pathetic it would look to hold on to his shoulders, does he really expect you to hold on to his waist? would you dare? your hands glide cautiously, cold fingers meeting in the front of his stomach over his jacket, yet you still feel his warmth poking through you.
he laughs. “i won't be able to move if you hold on like that,” he says.
“oh, sorry...”
“here.” his hands are holding yours for the umpteenth time that night, and you're not sure you want him to let go.
as he guides your hands under his jacket, the movement causes you to press yourself against his back, and you almost squeal in pain if it weren't for your brain collapsing when you feel him making you interlace your fingers, brushing his thumb on the reverse of your palm. “ready?”
you watch him start the bike, and your whole body tenses up and you gasp against his jacket. before you go out like a shooting star breaking through the night, you're sure you feel his body light up because of it.
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your body feels charged with lead when you arrive at your residential complex. the cold has frozen your bones and the sedative effect on your aching muscles almost feels pleasurable. just remembering you just minutes ago on the cold tile floor makes you tremble under haechan's gaze.
he strips your breath away. lights bathe his sun-kissed skin and his hair turns dark as night falls, uncovering his eyes like pits of black matter. your eyes follow the motion of his fingers combing his messy disheveled locs, eyelashes fluttering so delicately, ignorant of your captivated eyes staring at every portion of his tanned, chiseled face. his puffed, pink lips. the golden halo he casts.
“delighted?” he chimes.
he catches you staring at him. a lazy smile blooms on his lips as his eyes soften. “the ride?” he adds, gazing at your lips part open because for a moment you thought he was referring to you encapsulated in a reverie looking at his profile.
“yes.” you reply to both. you hear yourself nodding, “... thanks for the ride,” you hop off the bike, agitated. the charge of energy that the lights and the breeze have given you, buzzing through your bloodstream. “it was fun.”
“glad you liked it.” he takes the helmet you offer him, scanning every move you make with curious, narrowed eyes. your eyes escape his to fix your wild hair and hide more your face. he, of course, sees that too. “have a good night...”
“you're not gonna invite me in?” he utters, turning off the bike and getting off it without waiting for a response.
“in-inside?”
“unless you want to stay here, but it's getting cold, isn't it?” he questions with an arched eyebrow, passing by and going towards the entrance. it takes you a couple of seconds to get your sleeping muscles going after him.
haechan crosses his arms and a thin line adorns his smile as you work on the deadbolt in your apartment. the first thing he does upon entering is leave his helmet on the kitchen aisle and take a look around.
the dim lights of the city outside the window reveal only a red couch in front of an old tv, a coffee table overflowing with chinese food containers, papers and magazines, and clothes thrown away and forgotten everywhere.
“sorry for the mess,” you speak, grabbing hurriedly the tiny piece of clothing he's taken from one of the kitchen chairs to study. a grin wells up on his mouth when he sees you in dismay, “my roommate, she's... out of control.”
“d'you have a roommate?” he inquires, following you to the bathroom. he stops at the door frame to watch you throw the underwear to the laundry basket. his gaze is lost in some part of your figure for a long time that you're afraid a bruise is showing. “yes, she's... out tonight.” your eyes register when he weighs your answer, eyes shining.
“is she a dancer?”
you try to gather words that can be used as adjectives for her, but you only come up with two: paranoid and psychotic.
“she's sort of... a free spirit. i don't know what she does, really. it's a mystery.” she is the mystery. fatal. dangerous. but in some way, she's alluring. “shall i offer you something to drink?”
“wine,” he replies.
your eyes sparkle in amusement, “won't it be dangerous once you drive on your way home?”
he hums, “i was hoping not.”
his smile is enlarged by something you don't know.
you leave him in the living room to make a glass of water. the fridge is almost empty except for leftovers from the night before and a couple of beers. you haven't made groceries in a while, totally consumed by the academy and the piece that you and haechan have to present in a few nights.
you're startled when you see his figure silhouetted by the lights outside lurking in the darkness. “you scared me.”
your heart is pounding wildly in your ribcage when you watch his slim body and relaxed mannerisms approach you and take the glass tightly grabbed in your hands, “my bad, angel.”
you follow him when he gets back into the living room. his long, graceful legs under a pair of dark jeans spill out onto your couch, almost hitting the coffee table so hard for you to reach when you sit down.
his body takes up all the space, letting you grab the single couch next to him. “tell me a secret,” he says, catching you off guard.
“a secret…?” you puzzle. “what kind of…”
“a dark one,” he replies, “and i'll tell you one.”
what does he want to hear? you don't think you have many dark secrets besides your dubious desires. should you tell him where they've done to you or your intrusive pulse wanting to kiss his mouth.
“you're handsome.”
he chuckles.
“i asked for a secret, not a confession.”
your cheeks light up. “it's the same to me.”
he stays quiet, and you're afraid you've bored him. “you're one of a kind...”
“i'm not from around here,” you quietly say.
“i know that.”
silence settles. haechan thinks. and you talk. “maybe that's why i'm not what kai wants me to be.”
“he's an asshole,” haechan chimes.
your fingers squeeze so tightly that it hurts. “i'm just... worried about the piece. what if... what if i mess it up?” the unexpected movement that he makes to get closer to you takes you by surprise. you see him rejoice, getting up from the sofa. “don't let him get into your head, angel.” you take that as a sign he's leaving, standing up from the couch with him as a reflex act.
you puzzle, “why do you call me that?”
he's towering over you, the fragrance of his cologne coming to you with the cold air slipping through the open window, “you're virtuous and moral. nothing like the rest.” he places the empty glass on the table and his eyes return to you. a deep gaze full of palpable and unknown emotions at the same time. “and you're pretty as one.”
you leave him roam the entire space as if he wants to memorize it before sighing heavily while something twists inside you with the flashing thought that you have bored him.
“i am not virtuous.” you follow him to the door before he stops at the kitchen counter. features showing what he's thinking. does it bother him that you are? does he wants you to be like the girls he surely likes?
“the reason kai is like this with you is because he wants you to give him a blowjob,” he says so suddenly and unfiltered that you choke on your own saliva. “i bet you wouldn't have thought that with all the signs.”
he sees you mortified, a blaze of heat rising up your neck, “he doesn't... h-he...”
“he wouldn't? yeah, right.” he scoffs. “the thing here is if you want to.”
something in your chest tightens. “n-no. no.” you see him downplay it. “why would you tell me this?”
“that's my secret. since you're worried about the piece and kai. i thought i'd fix both.” he shrugs. his thumb grabs your chin in a playful goodbye gesture. “and because we're partners, take it as a favor,” he says the last as he approaches you, chest almost brushing your forehead to take the helmet resting on the isle.
he's left you so groggy your mind flickers when he's advancing towards the elevator. “favor? will i have to return it back to you?”
“not right now, but yes.” he smiles boyishly, before magically disappearing.
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the dawn breaks in the silhouettes of the city when you stop. heart pumping behind your ears, disbursed.
it's been a couple of weeks where kai has been pushing you over the precipice. juggling between the murderous stares and haechan's company.
you are short of breath, and all your muscles scream for rest, but you force yourself to inhale and exhale a couple of times and continue, until your stay in the empty dance hall with the first rays of sunshine that you have ignored while practicing the piece over and over.
kai's words were enough to keep you awake at night. you can't find rest. despite the ache in your body, a rush of determination urged you to join the pulse of the city that never sleeps. buzzing with the obsessive compulsion to show what you're made of: the same matter as the stars.
your heavy breath and vision blur your senses, and you manage to miss haechan's presence, looking at you through the mirror. his features tinged with both bewilderment and wonder; something else burns in his pupils, prompting you to look away before you combust.
he doesn't say anything for a few long minutes where he watches you bring your body to the brink of collapse. it's been a terrible couple of weeks; you've been avoiding the bathroom at all costs, but their determination is harder to dodge as spring approaches, and right away they're waiting for you everywhere.
you check your shoes more than necessary, you pay attention to your surroundings very often. you're alert at all times and it's driving you crazy.
you stumble a step when don't stop haechan behind you, and almost fall to the ground. you quickly shy away from his touch when he intervenes and keep you from falling on your ankle, trying to pull yourself together.
“thanks... what- what are you doing here?” you're used to his hands running over your body when you're immersed in dancing, and for him to take you like this suddenly feels strangely alluring to you. it clutters your senses.
you're sure he wasn't supposed to show up until a little later, but now he's here, and staring at you with amusement. “i'd ask the same thing.”
if he's fallen into your pathetic question like a smokescreen to distract him so that he forgets that you've practically run away from his grip, it seems convincing.
“i knew i'd find you here, if you weren't home.”
“did you come to my house?”
“it's just passing by.”
you comb your hair, catching your breath with the knowledge that he can see you're flustered. your hands massage your tense shoulders. your whole body is in the same state.
haechan walks over and places his warm hand on yours. “sore?”
“a little.” he grins fleetingly.
“allow me.”
he helps you stretch. his graceful, bony fingers exert the pressure needed to make you close your eyes in relief, and when you open them, you discover him looking at you an arched eyebrow and smug grin; he's come so close that his breath gently bathes your forehead when you look down. and it feels too much, not because he touches you suggestively, but because you're afraid he might feel your heart about to jump out of your ribcage when he massages your shoulders until they hurt less. “what were you doing?” he asks softly, gaze searching for yours.
“i was perfecting a few steps…”
“show me.”
your eyes meet his, and he's curling his lips on one side, “i'll let you know,” he proposes, giving you space.
you hesitate. doubts furrowing through your thoughts that you push aside once he dances his eyebrows in a playful gesture. a pleased curve lifting the corners of his mouth as he mimics you when you nod.
you redo the piece and haechan concentrates, eyes scrutinizing you. in the middle of the piece he joins you and you fear you won't be able to continue when he holds you by the thigh; suddenly, being alone with him feels so much worse than when there are people, because then you think about every friction and touch, until you can't take it anymore.
by the end of the first cut you're airtight and a little agitated, looking for approval on his enthralled face. “so?”
he hums, “looks beautiful,” he declares with a smile.
“the steps?...i highly doubt it—”
“you.” he cuts you off. even though he smiles afterward, you want to believe that his constant flirting goes beyond just teasing when you blush.
you begin to believe that the dense weight on your chest is due to the energy transmitted by his gaze.
haechan touching his lips with his fingers, and his lack of response leaves you unsure. “should i be more... sensual?” you don't think you can go further; you've been dancing since midnight.
“sensual?” he articulates, thoughtful.
“kai always says...” you stop when his eyes stop looking at a part of your body and move into your eyes.
“d'you want to be sensual for kai?”
you get stiff, “i-i do not.” you huff, and he sneers. “i'm not keeping up with the black swan. be honest with me.” you ask when he makes a gesture to speak.
“you look dainty.”
“it's not the same as sensual...-”
“it's not that you're not sensual, you should be more chaotic.”
you frown. “the black swan should drive the prince crazy with love, so she can poison his judgment,” he pronounces as he walks towards you. his expression remains serene, almost derivative, and irresistible to look away. “you need to seduce me.”
he stops and fix one of your straps. you follow the sensation of his touch, cupping your right cheek as his thumb stroke you gently. your eyes flutter open and your heart beats fast. haechan gaze at you, and it feels so overwhelming and magnetic that you can't stop looking at his brown orbs, trapped in a spell.
he smiles, “see? am i seducing you now?” he says softly. “seduce me, angel.”
“i can't... i can't do that.” your mind feels fuzzy when his eyes sweep your lips.
“why?”
“i wouldn't know how.”
“have you ever touched yourself?” he prompts, wild eyes widening when you skip a beat. “no?” his fingers grab your chin and force you to look at him, with no escape from his gaze spilling on you as his figure towers yours.
“i just —i've never felt the need...”
“you're really a little angel, huh?”
your face lights up, your eyes flicker from the intensity of his eyes, but you can't stop looking at him, it's impossible for your gaze not to burn when you're looking directly at the sun.
your breath freezes when you feel him playing with the strap of your shirt. a whiplash tingles your skin and awakens your senses when he lets go of the fabric. haechan bites his lip as he sees yours half-open in surprise and shame. “try it tonight.” the spell you're trapped in, lost in his soft touches, and alluring scent is broken when the room begins to fill up.
you bite your lip before you pronounce, “h-how?” your neck looks like it's about to burn and your chest flaps to explode when you see him smile mischievously.
you're so certain, in that moment, that you'd do anything he'd ask if only to be rewarded with that gentle smile lighting up his eyes akin to stars hidden in the dark expanse of the ether.
“you'll know how.” eyes taking on a jovial emotion. “just think of me while you're at it.”
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haechan's pov.
haechan is fucked. he knows it. it is in his nature to want and satisfy the hunger that moved him. unimaginable things in the name of desire. in his wake, sighs, and broken hearts follow him.
he's nothing but obsessive.
the thing is, haechan couldn't find a way to stop hanging around you. an invisible energy attracted him like magnetism, and he always ended up within a few centimeters of your body. he couldn't put into words when he wanted to sink his teeth into you, mark you while he makes you his own. he knew it could be felt buzzing through his pores. and you were so naïve to notice that every time you touched, the bulge in his pants hurt, restrained.
of course he would leave his hands on your back longer, making you grind against him. he was a complete sadistic pervert, getting excited every time you trembled. shit, he lusts after you. it's almost impossible for him to think clearly, driven by desire pulling him towards you.
walking at night as if it's the one who should be afraid of you. looking so fragile, why do you always look like someone beat you to death? so ethereally and mortally pretty. shying away every time he makes a move.
he takes you to your apartment with one thing in mind: to see that pretty face twist with pleasure when he penetrates you hard. but everything takes a drastic change when your eyes sparkle in amusement, before he hears your soft voice “won't it be dangerous on your way home?”
he gribs. he wants to eat that smile. and he craves, equally, for you to eat his, to see your lips in other places of his body. he buzzes, “i was hoping not.”
gosh, you're a bane for sure.
it is pleasurable and at the same time painful to see you so ignorant and oblivious to him. he wants to roll his eyes and sigh in exasperation as you dodge every single signal his eyes send. should he be explicit? would you like that?
he leaves your place with an erection hurting from being released. his irritation almost fades when he hears you sigh under your breath when he picks up his helmet and you find yourself on his way, your vanilla scent cluttering his senses.
he almost feels sorry for the men who have run into you, seeing the panorama that awaits them. surely you dissemble and act it out most of the time. haechan can't believe you're so naïve and pathetic. kai's intentions can be seen from the tallest skyscraper in the city and is obviously everyone's knowledge; girls don't shine if he doesn't give them the spotlight.
“since you're worried about the piece and kai. i thought i'd fix both.” he shrugs, wanting to affect you. his thumb grabs your chin in a condescending way. “and because we're partners, take it as a favor.”
favors? he can think of several, yes. with you helping him with some of his distress.
“will i have to return it back to you?”
“not right now, but yes.”
he fucks someone that night until he aches. a girl who bumped into him in a bar, academia, or on the way to the elevator. sex comes easy for him. and they usually come for more, but haechan gets bored quickly. he's bond to lust life, but he dispatches everyone right away when they become attached.
he scoffs, you wouldn't last long in his head if you could without going insane. the reason he gives you so much thought is because he needs to find a way to get you to agree to him taking you to bed, it shouldn't be that hard when you're already drooling over him. in his mind, everything is twisted and wicked. you don't know what he's hiding every time he smiles at you; he has imagined you many times naked and spread for him in his bed. he's not fond of exhibitionism but he'd fuck you in front of people if you're into that.
his eyes have been memorizing your figure when you don't realize it. the curve of your breasts, your butt, your waist and legs, the shape of your lips. fuck. he can't believe he's thinking about your pretty face contorted with pleasure as he penetrates you hard.
he cums just from thinking of you saying his name. the girl begins to dress up and haechan omits to look at her as he obnoxiously leaves the room and walks down the empty hallway of the academy. stopping when he hears music from the empty classroom.
of course you ignore his presence. it's your quality to be everywhere but where you should. immersed in the dance until you stop for a drink of water and finally see him. your doe eyes opening, dumbfounded.
he can't hide the lascivious desire poured into his gaze, as he prompts you, “show me.”
he finds the setting quite alluring, and fury crackles down his neck as he imagines other men having the same thoughts he has when he sees you dancing like you're made of cotton. touching his lips when they feel sensitive due to the desire he has to rest them on your thighs.
of course he's going to say off-line comments if you keep falling for each one of them. you look pretty like a frightened deer when you get flustered. he likes to know it's because of him.
“kai always says...” that damn name. he feels a murderous calm covering his body. he doesn't want to, he refuses to let that scum even breathe near you.
you're his. no one else's. not even the men you've had before him; he plans to have you all to himself.
“seduce me, angel.”
“i wouldn't know how.”
look at you. not knowing how to seduce him. he wants to know if this façade works with everybody, or is it just with him. or perhaps, you do not know that you do it without realizing it. he's seen you and caught you looking at his muscles, and his lips and he's lost count, just as he has done with his.
all this would be annoying to him if he didn't like the idea of teaching you.
he wants the white swan to be corrupted.
and he'd like to do it himself. he dreams of you crying for him as he fucks you senseless. he can see your face in his mind becoming more and more tense and repressive as he whispers in your ear everything he plans to do to you, the positions he wants to put you in right now when you look at him so innocently. but he's afraid you'll run away in terror, so he's happy to imagine you, for now.
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were you really going to do it?
the night sounds die out under the murmur of the city and the pumping of your heart.
your fingers go down, under your underwear, and the mere gesture makes your breathing shallow. you barely register the murmur of your roommate's music in the next room, muffling your sighs as your digits find the valley of your intimacy.
the slight touch causes you to fists the sheet. feeling how wet you are, just from his words, still hovering over your head like in a spell. your fingers rubbed your clit, small gasps falling from your mouth, ecstatic. circling the bulge to the beat of your heart. eyes shut tight. an electric wave washing you over, and you moan.
your hand cover your mouth as you let yourself be carried away by the wave of pleasure that shakes you. the sweet motion making you bite your lips and muffle your grunts on your palm.
the fleeting image of haechan going down on you makes you catalytic and erratic. something stirs in your belly and you speed up the movement, a pit opens up in your stomach and sucks you deliciously. you want it to be his fingers. soft and thick, entering your femininity, holding you tight, spreading you for him.
desire is almost extinguished and it is little for the craving that plagues you, inserting two fingers that makes your eyes roll as you feel your intimacy burn. gasping for his name, while you squirm.
your hand slides out of your mouth as you pump your fingers in and out, stretching your gummy walls and imagining it's him who fucks you this good, after you made room for his cock in your glistening pussy, making squelching sounds every time you slide your digits back and forth. stargazing. buzzing.
incessant sighs and moans slips from your lips, totally lost in the pleasure of bothering to be silent. the murmur in the next room stops and you don't care, you've lost your mind. filling the quiet room with your desperate whines. you fantasize about your hand being replaced by haechan's, his fingers going in and out of your pussy, touching the exact point to touch the sky with your fingers. his mouth going down, biting, licking.
you can imagine him with his dark hair as night and his eyes like two stars that don't leave your eyes as he makes a path of kisses from your ribs to the valley of your pussy. you can fleetingly feel his kisses on your thighs and his fingers burying in them to spread you open and have a look at your digits thrusting you nice before he replaces them with his shaft.
each thrust his name spilling from your mouth, each flick of his tongue a moan filling the air. your legs spread open, imagined his fingers touching your sweet spot, over and over again. the devastating climax breaking free, your moves becoming more erratic, dancing with your walls clenching around them. a sweet burning remaining in your entrance.
a sedative effect covers your limbs while you see the ceiling of your room disappear and reveal the night sky, starless because they're all in his gaze. regaining your breath as you keep stocking your entrance, squirming from sensitivity. and eager for more.
eager for him.
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kai pinches one of your cheeks a little harder and delights in the uncomfortable grimace that creases your face before you pull yourself together almost instantly. “well, look at that. tu scintilles comme une étoile.” his eyes scan you from head to toe just as haechan breath hits your shoulder, moving closer. “enlighten us once more, golden couple.”
(you sparkle like a star)
keeping up is harder when your body buzzes every time you do it. loaded with energy that overflows through your pores. pure and raw desire. you're embarrassed by how much you long for him to touch you longer when the music stops abruptly.
“thanks for joining us, darling.” kai's voice comes from all sides until you recover from the overwhelming dizziness, watching the girl walk in unapologetically.
“sorry. i slept in.”
you're aware when kai tries to keep the annoyance at bay. he usually doesn't exploit his dark side in first presentations. “you're dismissed for today! see you at the evening. wongyoung, warm up. the rest, take up from above.” the young man gives instructions left and right, that it's hard for you to follow the thread if it weren't for haechan pushing you towards the exit.
you follow him, his broad, sculpted back swaying to the sound of his footsteps. he's enigmatic, everything he does is appealing to you, magnetic. you find yourself almost enraptured by so little, it's very pathetic and at the same time difficult not to be.
“you're cute,” he declares all of a sudden.
his view detaches from the group of ballerinas dancing in a hall.
“why?” you can't find the reason behind it, you can't really fully understand the image he has of you in his head. “i know i'm not very talkative... and i'm a little self-conscious...”
“and you stutter when you talk.... especially when you get nervous... which happens very often.”
“i-i,” you shut up and his eyes glint like elusive fireflies. “have you never been nervous?” you ask, rhetoric.
he denies, “not many things make me nervous, no,” he confesses, “perhaps very, very pretty girls.” he admires when you blush. “although that's not the reason,” he says, watching the night lights outside the academy. “you haven't looked me in the eye all night. maybe it's because you think you'd reveal something in them if you do. something you've done and think you shouldn't have. do you feel guilty, little angel?”
his statement only leaves you dizzy and speechless. the air becomes dense and difficult to suck in. your mouth opens in a last-ditch attempt to fill your lungs, dumbfounded. “is it because you did what i asked you to do?”
faced with the little oxygen that rises to your brain, you nod without thinking. haechan smiles openly, a chaotic emotion in his grin. “and you haven't looked at me because you're consumed by the shame of thinking about me while you were doing it.” he states, more affirmation than a question. something you don't bother to deny because you're so busy, on the verge of a breakdown.
he likes to know that you've touched yourself thinking about him and you wonder how far his perverse pulse can go.
“did you like it?” if you happen to panic, haechan ignores it with honor, approaching you to arrange a strand of hair. “thinking of me, touching you? would you like that, angel? d'you want me to?”
your eyes close when the emotions are too strong for you. his touch fades away and is almost painful.
you hear him sneer like he's holding back himself. “you've never been touched like this, have you?” his glowing eyes demand a response that strangles in your throat. “not even by yourself.” his voice comes out hesitantly as if it had barely occurred to him just now. “you sigh every time i brush against you in the dance piece. is it rude for me to think you're a virgin?” he coaxes, breathing artificially.
he grabs you by the chin and forces you to look at him. “haechan... please...” it's painful to look at him, shame crowds in your stomach, to be seen that way. undesirable.
“so you've never been on a date?” he inquires. “have you had a boyfriend, angel?” he grabs you by the chin as a devil grin spreads across his angelic face. you see him bite his lip, thoughtful. “would it be disrespectful to tell you my favor, then? can it scare you?”
your desire to know is greater than your desire to run away from him and his gaze full of wild amusement. you close your eyes when his burns.
your insides melt and tingle. thousands of butterflies hatching and flapping their wild wings in your guts. you think the dance has gone magnificently because of that. and now you need to know. what he thinks of you when he sees you. what he thinks of you when you're not around. when he's alone in his room. when he's lost in your head. you want to know if you don't leave his thoughts like he doesn't leave yours. “use your pretty voice.”
your eyes open to see him curl his lips, dazzling eyes lost in his thoughts.
“tell me...”
haechan's entertained. you see him having fun when he says, “here, in front of the whole world? i'd rather show you.” he comes closer, and his scent is intoxicating, he smells aromatic, soft and warm leather trail when he moves to your ear. “d'you want me to show you, angel? how much i want to run my tongue all over your body now? make you tremble, and sigh? bite your thighs, and your belly? taste you?”
your eyes flutter from the overdose of images that fill your mind. it (he) makes you dizzy to the point that you have to hold on to his shoulders. “make you scream my name before i make it choke in your mouth?” it overwhelms you when you feel him smelling you.
something soft and silky runs down your stomach and you feel your legs numb, squeezed together. “haechan...”
he lets out a long chuckle, “yeah, just like that.” his voice comes out hoarse and laborious.
your body tingles to feel his touch where you need it. your senses are in an uproar and over the place and there isn't an ounce of judgment right now that forces you to think clearly because haechan has lit a flame within you that threatens to consume you whole if you don't extinguish it.
“do you… want me?”
“of course i do, angel. i want you so bad.”
haechan waits for you to respond, drunk from the sensations on the surface. surprised by how much you long for him too. “i want you too.”
you can almost feel the ghost of his smile brushing against the base of your neck. it takes your breath away, to look at him so closely. moles and beauty marks dotting his face that you now take the courage to admire, and you helplessly think, you've been a fool to wait so long.
he has long lashes as well as long hair. and soft bags under his eyes that fluff up when his face lights up, all the time. his gaze is the same as the coffee charged in the mornings. sober, energizing and bitter, but... but if he wishes, it can be hot chocolate, warm, sweet, soft; you want him to be soft. his whole face looks like a work of art, meticulously carved like one of those works in marble, like an angel. with full cheeks and lips in an eternal pout, and good-boy features; your neck burns knowing he's not.
“i'd…” oh, no. the words come out before you can stop your stupid mouth from revealing your thoughts.
his eyebrows shoot upwards, attentively. “all ears.”
“i'd like you to kiss me.”
you can breathe properly when his playful gaze leaves yours, but you feel like you're carrying the weight of the world again when it lingers on your lips, and then he wets his own. “granted.”
his mouth feels warm and soothing. skilled motion adjusting to yours like pieces of a puzzle. haechan takes his time. you see him trying to hold back, hands cupping your face as if he knows you'll run away if he doesn't. until his lips venture to move pursing onto you, caressing you in a kiss.
he eases his lips brushing yours, it feels like torture. moving his mouth skillfully, leaving you dazed and static, falling into an abyss. your emotions get tangled. the sensations explode and bristle your skin as you feel him moving his mouth over yours. his addictive breath hits, his kisses become deeper, more voracious.
your mouths meet infinitely, moving in sync. it's slow, it's avid. lips fitting and adjusting each time he twirls his tongue against yours, clashing breath mingling in the space you take between kisses.
haechan strokes your back and you arch to him. you feel like dissolving as he cradles you into his intoxicating embrace and the taste of wine on his lips, musk scent lingering around you, fuzzing your mind while his mouth chaotically kisses you, luring you to the nearest wall to corner you and make out with more desire.
his body hums when you sigh against his mouth, startled by the soft collision of his lips, keeping you in a trance. hands roaming your waist and arms, fingers touching his tight muscles under his soft skin. hair soft and messy, cheeks puffy in contrast with his angular jaw, lined by your index fingers.
you flinch when he grabs your wrists, uneven and sharp breathing bathing your face. “pleased?”
it takes a while for the fog to lift from your eyes before you see him flash a smirk on his face. “yes...” sharp smile growing on his pursed lips, swollen and red from the passionate encounter with yours. “did you... did you like it?”
he nods, “very. should i kiss you until leave you breathless?” your mouth tingles to feel his again, but haechan keeps you in your place. “i won't be able to stop if you kiss me again.”
you feel your face burn under his piercing gaze, you want him so close. “i don't want you to.” you can't take your eyes off his, not when he seems to set emotions on fire to keep yours warm.
you watch him weigh what you've said as he lets go of your wrists and his touch goes to his lips. “d'you want me to be your first?”
your neck burns when you nod. “say it then.”
a sharp tingle settles in your chest, and your breath comes out uneven, just by thinking of saying it out loud. you don't think you're capable of doing it, you've never been expressive and being asked to do so is a lot to digest. but you want it. You want him so much it aches and your mouth opens... “i-” you say in an exhalation as he draws you to himself and press his lips against yours.
he kisses you with delicate caresses and deeply, clearing the pressure in your body.
haechan looks at you and reassures you. “hae...”
“shh... i was playing, angel. no need, hmm? let's go home.”
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the rest of the night slips out of your mind. flashing lights pass by at high speed, like an asteroid traveling through outer space. with your wild hair waving in the wind, cold breeze that would freeze you if it weren't for the fact that you take refuge in the warm space of his back as he rides through the city.
your mind feels scattered and dizzy, in a reverie.
with him coming up with a calm step behind you, boyish eyes wandering you. spontaneous, loose movements, leaning back on the door frame while your fingers tremble as you try to find the right key. haechan's long digits take them from your hands to take care of the lock. he sighs as doing so, ethereally.
haechan enters the space cautiously. he's been stuck in his mind ever since you uttered those hurried words, which slowly settled in your stomach and became real. you want him to do it. you want it to be him.
your apartment looks totally different from the previous time. you've been cleaning a lot. he knows where the couch is. his eyes rest on the furniture before looking over his shoulder at you. something flashes fleetingly on his face. a smile.
“my room... is this way.”
he makes a gesture, prompting you to walk as he follows. you hear his footsteps grinding on the wood of your old apartment until it ceases; he stops in front of a closed door. “is your roommate at home?” he wants to know.
“she won't bother us...”
a sly smile spreads across his lips as his eyebrows arch playfully. “bother us? doing what?”
“... you like to see me dismayed, d-don't you?”
“i like to see you, yes.”
you can't help but blush, you've taken a liking to the way he teases you.
a brief smile crosses his face, lighting up his gaze. “your room is pink.” his tone of voice layered with complex emotions and mockery. “your roommate's black, i imagine?” he opens his doe eyes when you urge him to lower his voice. “are you afraid that she'll hear to us? angel, how do you expect us to be able to...?” he rejoices when you cover his mouth. the unexpected movement causes his hands to rest on your back.
you let him go, biting your lip. you try to do breathing exercises to stop your neck from burning so much. haechan paces through your small room until he stops at something that catches his eye. the big, long mirror leaning against the wall.
“i use it to practice... my movements.” he tenses. it doesn't even fit in your room, you've had to make a bit of space and...
“it's in front of your bed,” he comments quietly. a sigh leaves his lips, “seriously, don't you know what you're doing to me?” he questions when he sees your confusion. his hand goes to his favorite part when he wants you to lose yourself in his gaze, but his ends up going to your lips. tongue wetting his mouth before bringing it to yours. “you don't know, hm...?”
he kisses you, intensely. wet mouth on yours, half-open and moving slowly. “i won't be able to restrain myself if you want me to be gentle,” he whispers against your lips parted. “but i could, if you ask me.”
he holds one of your wrists as he kisses you with agility, deep motions as he moves his mouth with ease over your lips opening for him, feeling your inner thighs burn when he brings it down his sternum and groin. “see what you do?” you gasp and he takes advantage to kiss you ardently.
his puffy lips leave chaste and moist kisses. mouths colliding and meeting in the middle. “touch me, angel.” you tremble. hoarse voice and in a whisper.
haechan let you go and you acknowledge that he doesn't want you to touch him just there; he just wants to feel your hands on him.
your body feels heavy. normally, you can't move your limbs when you're caught in this way. but you haven't noticed it, most of the time you haven't noticed how he melts when you run your hands through his hair. so you do, only to witness it one more time.
haechan breaks to kiss you harder. devastating and killer. with intense passion that clouds your judgment. your hands go to his shoulders as you feel your body move beneath his, blindly guiding you until your knees hit the bed. haechan pulls away and his lips look swollen, his eyes spill a wild feeling when he looks at you and you respond by sitting on the soft surface, between his legs.
you see him kneel in front of you, caress his face, and his eyes close in delight. your whole body feels raw, sensitive, and eager for him to touch it. feeling static as his fingers wander up and down your legs, hands grabbing the soft flesh of your thighs while his eyes drink your reaction.
you feel powerful when he looks at you, a gaze full of crackling fire that spills out when he opens his mouth on your legs. your hands grab his hair, and he moans. repeating the sweet sound in your head before his hands go up to your waist, suddenly hovering over you. “do you think we'll need wine tonight?” you asks shyly.
his eyes burn when they demand that you put your senses back to work. it's quite a process when you have to pick them up from all the places in your room after he's messed them up.
“i want you sober.” he towers over you on the bed. you have no choice but to rest on your elbows as his shiny chain gently pats your nose. “so you can feel everything tonight.”
he smiles when you gulp, “lay down.” his hands slide up to grip your waist and your eyes close, in anguish, doing what he says.
haechan is charged, his body seems to buzz when you feel him against you.
you're gasping for air when his mouth collides with yours again, pushing your body down, pressing his mouth harder. you feel gravity pushing his presence upon you, your legs open on either side of his waist, and your hands are caught by his and placed on either side of your head, with no escape but to kiss him back.
haechan moves unexpectedly and you gasp in his mouth. something pokes your belly. hard and big. your senses are stirred up and you feel your inner self dissolve, fog clouding your mind when he does it again and you feel a reaction on your legs, flaming hot.
when his hands grab the hem of your shirt, you panic. “can... can we turn off the light?”
the bruises are barely visible, but if he's this close, he'll be able to notice them all. and you don't want me to see you like that.
haechan pulls away from you and looks around. when he reaches out to turn off the lamps on your bedside table, that hard thing presses back into the valley of your femininity, and you gaze at the stars.
troubled senses travel to the moon. your mind is a hazy territory of disjointed thoughts, and density settles in your vision.
he removes your clothes like a total expert. you let him undress you completely while your whole body purrs with searing pleasure. exposed to his gaze going over your body, taking his time. when he prepares to undress, you want to help him.
haechan bears with patience at your trembling hands removing his clothes. buff, toasted chest that you caress in a trance, you touch his stomach and his collarbones, stifling a sigh. his heart beats fast under your palm, and you could take it if you want to.
your mouth leaves soft kisses, one, two, three. haechan smiles at each of them. his mouth reciprocates your caresses.
his soft, firm fingers rest on yours to help you with the process. “you're doing well, angel.” he kisses you as you lay down when he pushes you. you can't even follow the thread of his words by the gentle collision of your skins against each other, chests rising and falling, uncontrolled breaths when your mouths meet, and hands roaming across your body, pinching, grasping, caressing.
he touches you and you pant; only he has come this close.
haechan takes you to ecstasy just by roaming through your body. when his wet mouth comes down yours and wraps one of your breasts with his lips, tongue flicking on the bristling skin, your back arches in desire, trickling down your stomach.
he keeps you close to him. fingers barely running his nails up and down your thighs as he kisses you deeply. you hold your breath when you feel his hand touch you. he hums almost and the sound comes up tortured, “you're soaking wet, angel.”
“hae... please.” you gulp, “i want to feel you.”
his body jerks over yours after you talk. “let me stretch you first, hmm?”
your head pulls back when he inserts a finger inside. “so wet. fuck. you feel so soft, angel. will you warm up my cock?” he coats his fingers with your arousal, pumping them in and out.
your back arches, and he shoves them deeper, rocking them inside, making room so he can put another finger. “a-ah, haechan.” a breathy moan escapes your lips, and haechan coaxes a few more when he strokes your pussy back and forth. your plushie walls narrow around his digits as your legs try to close in front of his stomach, the sensations intensifying inside you, rolling your eyes to the back of your head.
a white noise whips your mind when he speeds up and you whine helplessly, feeling something sucking you from your core.
“i... i need you.” you cry when a sharp pain streaks your breath away and he begins to slow down, finger sitting inside your swollen walls as you throb.
he kisses you and pulls his fingers out. “anything my angel says.”
haechan fits in between your legs, you sense his penis lining up with your pussy before he pushes inside. when he enters you, you both choke a gasp. he needs to take the time to adjust. you think you hear him say you're too narrow. he wet his fingers and takes them down to your intimacy and you almost scream when he massages your clit with his cock twitching inside.
he grunts when you inevitably squeeze, sneering. “s-sorry,” you whisper when he licks his lips. “it felt nice.” he doesn't stop massaging the swollen lump, and you find yourself seeing stars every time your vision goes out of focus. his flushed face coming into the frame to gaze at him as you cup his cheeks.
“does it hurt?” his eyes are tinged with blue.
“no.” you're bewitched, when he smiles tenderly and moves in, the rest of his cock buries inside.
he breathes, and nuzzles more. “my sweet girl.”
your cheeks are moist and your mouth half-open, as he begins to slowly penetrate you. gasps come out of your mouth with each thrust of his pelvis with yours. you're in limbo, completely evicted. hands cupping his face, in a state of lethargy. “d'you like it, love?” he hisses when you clench, a short laugh assails him.
his eyes have turned black, darkened by the night and the burning desire that crackles with every stroke of his dick. “... y-yes,” you moan, closing your eyes.
he pulls you by the waist and your lower body sticks closer to his crotch, arching you to him. he starts to move rhythmically and you cuffs the sheets. the feel of his thick length feels delicious, and the deeper he pushes in the higher you scream. “hae!” you want him to go in harder, faster, deeper.
haechan curses under his breath before clashing his mouth with yours, lips synchronized with the constant glee of his pounding. your emotions react to him, the way he grops you as he fucks you. stretching you out smoothly and gently. the way he slides inside you without giving you a break.
“fuck, baby. f-fuck!”
your fingers touch his back, his shoulders blades flexing with each stroke. when he hurries the movement, your nails bury in the tender skin and he moans loudly. your whole body hums possessed by the most delicious intensity imaginable and as you feel an electric current run down your body, you scream. “haechan.” a cry after another. “g-god.”
his dick slams hard inside you, filling you with extreme sedative pleasure every time he hits your sweet spot. “you feel so nice. so warm and sweet.”
you muffle a whimper when he pushes deeper, “do you like it when i'm this gentle with you, angel?” bottoms out before pulling it out and repeating it. tapping his pelvis against you rhythmically. his eyes are tightly closed, and his pretty and agitated face looks distressed.
“... push deeper.” he grimaces and the very thought of having him this affected by your words makes your body tingle.
“fuck.” his mouth opens as he hammers you, taking his thick cock around your walls covered in your arousal. his arms collapse on either side of your body and pull him to you. “hae...” you call when you see him hide his face in your neck. you swallow, “is something wrong?” you're dying to know. doubts grow in you. he doesn't want to see you because he doesn't like what he sees?
“no, angel.” he says, tracing circles on your clitoris in a spontaneous gesture. his thumb hits the swollen area and makes you moan helplessly. “i won't last longer if you keep clenching like that.” he kisses your neck, and you melt. he strokes you faster and messier when you do it, “hmm... just like that, angel.” he tenses on top of you and you hold him tighter. “fuck, you're so sweet.”
his breath messes up some strands of your head when he shifts the pace. your legs jerks from the sensation as he strokes you a little bit faster. a whiplash runs through you while your numb limbs scatter on either side of his body, “hae.” you're drunk with pleasure, his name always showing up in your mind even then.
it's so blurry... and dizzy. feeling his grip on one of your legs, entranced by the way he moans as the knot in your stomach releases and drags you into semi-consciousness, fucking you sharper. a strangled gasp leaves your mouth when your body sinks into the sedative effect of his thrusts. “h-hmgh, hae!” your body tingles and squirms as an elongated gasp leaves your lips, feeling him too much, even when he slows down.
your heart thumps erratically as the white sensation takes over your senses and leaves you in a catalytic state. something else pulse along with your heartbeat. you swallow hard as haechan receives each of your spasms attacking your pussy.
he strokes your hair. “so good, angel”
your mouth feels dry. you feel a tingling in your cunt as he keeps rocking his dick in and out. “can i get one more?”
you feel the sensation of your high on his aching cock, swollen walls pressing his length. “o-oh.”
he revels.
his face appears in the haze, brows frowned. eyes consumed by his pupil darkened. your heart skips a beat at the view. “oh,” you seem to tense around him at the simple sound of his voice. “is that a yes?” a pleasant warmth buzzes in your belly. yes. yes.
you hug him by the shoulders as he comes to you and rests his face on your shoulder. the chill of the night makes your hair stand on end, but haechan warms you up with his slender and toned body; his skin still feels smooth despite looking carved. like marble. you cry when he increases the intensity of his hips crashing against yours. panting leaves your lips. “h-haechan!”
he grunts, “fuck, you're doing so good, angel. you're so sweet for me.” your eyes go to the back of your head when it's unbearable and overwhelming. the way he penetrates you with rhythmic beats that makes you sigh with fascination, enraptured and numb. hands making fist the sheets under your bodies due to his tip constantly pressing that hidden spot inside you, filling more and more the pool of pleasure.
your room is filled with lewd sounds and your moaning. labored breathing as he fucks you senseless. your eyes open through the mist that blurs your tear-filled eyes from the euphoria he makes you feel, and your wet, swollen lips moan his name between kisses as he wraps your legs around his waist, reaching your climax once more.
“s-shit, yn... fuck—” his movements become erratic and desperate, his strokes becoming rougher, tensing his body over yours as he loses control and he moans breathlessly, possessed as he ejaculates.
your eyes register every gesture he makes as he cums. his eyes closed tightly, his mouth half-open in bewilderment, his face flushed with pleasure, highlighting his moles by splashing his face. your mouth rests on his throat, which rises and falls when he swallows hard.
a loud sound startles you. haechan slides away from you, smiling in glee.
you think your roommate has heard you.
your body feels light and resting among the clouds when he moves you around. he shifts you at will, making you rest on your knees. you feel like you're on the verge of fainting. worn and smiling, looking at the reflection of your body and his behind you in the mirror.
“don't look away,” he commands. his hands push your body down by the waist, where he guides his tip back to your pussy. the lewd motion of him sliding it up and down through your sensitive folds makes you see stars before you choke out a gasp when you feel him pushing inside.
your eyes flutter and take in the night light filtering through the open window and spilling onto his sunny skin. haechan's eyebrows come together, and his mouth opens before his head falls back. he's feeling you. “shit.”
his hands move to your forearms as your body pulls forward, feeling the sweet burning crowd into your intimacy. he pushes you back and drowns out a plaintive moan, hissing as your walls take him deeper.
he feels full inside, he fills all the space of you with his girth. something flutters in your guts when you can feel him sitting between your walls.
he holds you right below your tummy and presses you into the lump inside. he grins and bites your shoulder at the lewd scenery of him making you feel him before he slides out and pulls back in. “feels nice?” he asks, staring at your dazed expression.
“very.”
he coaxes the most crumbling feeling in you. mind cluttering only with his sounds replaying in a loop. your body moves up and down just to hear them again, and your eyes don't leave the mirror, but not to look at you; to gaze at him.
he chuckles, “f-fuck, angel. just like that.”
your insides are buzzing. your belly purrs, as he elongates every word when he says, “just like that.”
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in the pleasant evening, you find yourself ambiguously exhausted and in a euphoric outburst. your body have synced with haechan's throughout the performance, and your muscles have recorded the steps in every fiber. both of you finding airless, the space charged with electricity and static when he slides your hands away and the distance between your bodies grows wider.
it's been magical all the evening. your body feels strange and at the same time pleasant and it's because of him. every time your eyes meet, you remind of what you've been doing for the past few days. his face showing amidst the haze, his arms flexed under your palms, features twitching as he climaxes after making you cum a couple of times before; every time he guides you as kai introduces you to important figures, you revel on the reminiscences of his warm body, his chiseled muscles and his gentle touch.
“how do you feel?” his breath makes your skin bristle when he gets close to your ear.
“good…” he grins when your cheeks warm up. haechan takes advantage of the absent-mindedness of the diners to squeeze your ass and the gesture makes you feel the small plump bury in the tight hole. a sigh takes the air out of you at the overwhelming and strange sensation expanding within you. “feels good?” he wonders, watching your face for some kind of discomfort.
you nod and he mimics you, eyes glinting. “how much?” your legs squeeze against each other at the hoarse tone of his voice. “very much.”
you've begun to feel your essence transform every time his hands intertwine as he takes you to the edge of the world. eyes softly darken when he leaves you hanging in space and brings you back to him, kissing you slowly. it makes you crave so much more.
you squeeze against the object inserted into you, expanding you. your stomach flutters with butterflies when he says, “i want to fuck you hard with it tonight.”
he doesn't leave your side as kai introduces you to important figures, fingers on your back lingering on your body, guiding the way.
the spell you're in is soon broken when kai arrives and drags you from his embrace, taking you somewhere else to be the main entertainment.
it takes you a couple of minutes to pull yourself together as you let kai guide you, putting all your focus on getting your breath to stop pulsating in your ears and stomach. to put out the fire that burns your legs.
it's not until you hear him speak that you realize the scarcity of people in the room he's brought you, the dim light, and the languid smile on his face. “mon magnifique cygne.”
(my magnificent swan.)
“well done. in the end, you do possess something in you, hidden, of course, but nothing it can't be exploited. nothing i can't make it shine like a bright sun.” his finger taps his chin twice as he studies you.
“have i done it right?”
“you've done flawlessly. you've stolen glances today, precious.”
a smile falters on your mouth as you feel something uncomfortable slipping down your spine. “will there be other performances?”
kai's eyes fall on you with disdain, “performances? yes, of course. swan lake is the most famous in the academy. many kill for the role. others leave it with claws and bite marks.”
you didn't know how coveted the position was. all the wary looks make sense now that you know how much they want your position. “i'll do my best.” his gaze rises to your face as if he hasn't heard you.
“you've done enough. all the important men want you. they can't wait.” he scoffs, “you've been the best swan they've ever seen, but another one will come. there's always another one coming.”
his words form a whirlpool that throws you off balance. “another?”
“you didn't think you'd be the swan forever, did you, baby? in this world moving at high pace? you're foolish and at the same time deluded.”
kai stares at your blank expression, completely stunned. his words have left you feeling sick. “you said they liked it... i thought that... you said they can't wait to...”
“oh, yeah. they have loved you, expressly stated. they can't wait to use your body as they please.”
the moment the truth comes crashing down on you, your heart contracts with sharp pain. surprise and horror form a dense, heavy cocktail that makes your body squirm and go tense. “you thought you were good enough and different from the rest? my precious, there's a thousand more like you in every corner of the city. you're as replaceable as any prop on the stage. your only function is to generate emotions. joy, sadness, lust.”
you don't notice how close he gets until he caresses your cheek. and he is so attractive, that you don't understand why your body rejects his affection. hands play with your dress, body turned to stone by his gorgon gaze. “are you going to force me...?” your voice comes out almost inaudible.
kai gets annoyed with your stutter, “force you? i'd rather you do it of your own free will.”
“let me prove it to you, i'll do my best.”
“they're all the best, silly girl. but you're being great so far, i can make an exception, everything for my crowd's jewel. i propose you a deal. if... you prove you're the best, then i'll give you the role once more... but if you don't, you'll comply.”
your insides crackle with the parallel of making a deal with the devil.
you see his graceful body relaxed as he chats with a ballerina. it doesn't take long for him to find you in the crowd, his eyes darkening in front of you. your inner self dissolves when his fingers intertwine with yours and he pulls you out of there. it's so easy for him to draw all the attention to him, make your whole world revolve around him.
his hand full of rings play with you on the way to his bike. “do you want to drive it on the way home?”
“won't it be dangerous?”
you gaze at him and you feel like he was expecting that answer from you. “it'll be fun.”
he guides you from the waist to the front of the bike and his hands put yours where they should go. when he pressed into you, a crushing current shakes you when the plump moves in. a few stars dance on your vision and your toes curl.
haechan laughs lively. “see? fun,” he states, starting the engine.
the drive home is full of potholes and abrupt stops on purpose. your core vibrates and ignites every time the plug collides with haechan's pelvis, and there's no use for you to not lose your mind when even the soft humming of the bike sends shivers down your legs. by the time you arrive home, you're so soak and needy you kiss him ardently as soon as you take off the helmet.
you let haechan take care of taking you to your apartment. he elated seeing you so affected and sighing against his mouth. his fingers tap the toy over your clothes and you almost squeal in pleasure. “haechan… hmm…”
he makes you sit on top of him on your bed, kissing your neck while he begins to tap rhythmically the plump in your needy hole. you shudder and grind against him. “my girl's so needy for me to fuck her?”
he lifts you and works on his pants. when he releases his rock-hard erection, your vision fogs up. “undress.”
he remains dressed except for a couple of undone buttons on his black shirt. you take off all your clothes and stand in front of him, at his mercy, eager mouth wanting to touch his lips when he bites them, angling your face so he can kiss you deeper.
his fingers play with the plug, pulling it out of you. “my pretty girl. want me to replace this?” you breathe erratically. “with my cock, hmm?” he turns you, both facing the mirror. hands making you spread the way he wants you. his hard cock hits your pubic area from behind.
you sob when he starts to slide it along your folds. having to wait kills you while he takes his time covering his length with your silky lubrication. “eyes in the mirror.” he aligns it against your hole and starts to push it in.
a strangled gasp leaves your lips when his fingers begin to play with your clit as he slowly enters you from behind. he goes in and out a couple of times, adding inches until he fills you all the way in. “does it hurt?”
your eyes flutter. “just right.”
a rare feeling spread through your legs and it feels full. he smiles and closes his eyes. “move for me, yeah?”
your legs barely respond when you go up a bit and feel fire go down your thighs, sliding it back in, picking your pace. haechan's hands stay on your waist, helping you to go back and forth, adjusting to him. “don't look away, angel.” circling your clit and whispering praises as you're about to collapse from the overwhelming sensation taking over.
he welcomes you into his embrace when you can't take it anymore, totally carried away by the atrocious pleasure that plagues you. holding his wrist and making him go faster on you. “hae… hm-mgh.”
his cock moves inside you and you squeeze your eyes shut. the pleasure is very intense when he thrusts you deep while playing with the swollen clit, and you soon find yourself trembling over him. legs shutting close when waves of spasms take your breath away.
eyes catching his fingers coated with your slick gushing out of you before a sharp tingling almost leaves you catalytic. “a-ah, angel.” you begin to throb violently making him a hissing mess. pretty sounds fill the room when you regain consciousness as he pulls out.
he lays you on the bed, and kisses you. “tired?” your body feels sleepy and a little painful. but it feels… loaded.
you see his wild eyes gleaming with delight when you shake your head. pulling him in by the neck so he can lay on top of you and taking off his clothes. you wrap your legs around his waist to guide his erect length to your entrance.
your wrist are firmly taken by him, face lurking over you before kissing you savagely. your legs burn and your head spins as it starts to penetrate you. “my pretty angel.” you moan his name. “all mine.” you feel his smile when he talks.
“hmm…?” he inquires when he doesn't catch what you muttered.
“i want to be yours.” your eyes open to see his expressions bathed in uneasiness fleetingly. “make me yours,” you repeat, cupping one of his cheeks when his grip loosened.
you draw him to you and kiss him, lost in the clouds. mouths adjusting before merging into each other. haechan hides in your neck and squeezes you tighter against him, sinking into you.
“angel.”
“make love to me,” you say loud and clear. “please?”
“yeah? is that what my sweet girl dreams, hmm?” he inquiries, thrusting you slowly. “you want me to be your prince?” he mocks softly.
your eyes roll and he grins. you arch towards him and feel your eyes tear up. “please.”
“you're so dreamy.” he bites your nipple, “you want me to make you mine, angel?”
you say yes in a breathless sigh. “a-ahg.” he rocks his dick back and forth while sucking on your tits. “as you wish, my girl.”
and while he fucks you skillfully, white noise fog your brain, and you can almost feel it flapping its wings.
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you don't think you can make it to the end of the week.
you dance and dance and dance to exhaustion until kai smiles with satisfaction.
you find no solace in keeping him happy, you look like a ghost haunting the halls of the academy.
your footsteps lead you to the restroom, feeling sick; you forgot to eat today. you've skipped a couple of meals the past few days, but that's not why you freeze at the sight of your haggard reflection in the mirror, but the depraved word written with red lipstick covering all the space.
WHORE.
the air escapes you when set out to erase it, hearing laughter from the booths.
you endure the punches and you endure even more being broken into a thousand pieces. on your behalf, chasing the dream, until it's impossible to carry both.
haechan's touch never felt rough, but your body shudders every time his hands brush against you. your skin is sore, bruised, dotted with small marks that you hide under your clothes. you try not to squirm, don't let others know. they will see you as weak, you'll be marked as prey. and because of that, you try to cope with the pain until you finish the piece.
kai dispatches everyone at the end of the night.
you're in a trance that you don't get out of until you're picking up your things again at the end of the routine, numb and empty, wandering off the exit to see haechan on his motorcycle.
it's like seeing through a lens. smiling at you with his characteristic and diabolical grin, curving his full a and pouty lips, lighting his carved face. an out-of-body experience, watching the girl so much like you touch his hair, it almost feels intimate. just like you two.
wongyoung looks over her shoulder and smiles, catching haechan's attention.
his boyish eyes travel to you, acknowledging your presence. gaze locking for the first time that night, and god, how much you missed the soft feeling he causes in you, sedating your soul, completely consumed by the obsessive compulsion taking up space within you.
your lower lip trembles when you're left alone. you want him to take you home again, but instead, he scoffs, sardonic when he sees you crying.
“they... they have...” the need to tell him overwhelms you, but what do you want to confess? what weighs more? your sore body? the filthy messages? kai?
haechan sighs, disdainfully. “you like to be a martyr, don't you?”
your eyes are unable to avoid searching his for something you can sustain yourself with, but you find only annoyance and darkness covering his true colors. “look, angel. don't be stupid, i don't care about you. i don't like you. did i ever ask you out?” his honey-brown eyes search yours for traces of having affected you. “i only took you to bed.”
“why did you?”
“because you're beautiful; but so are other women, and i enjoy fucking them, i enjoyed fucking you, but nothing else.”
tears stream up your eyes and you can't stop them, “why... why are you so m-mean to me?”
your muscles have stiffened and turned to stone as you take his words in. he goes over your figure and snorts, “i'm being honest.” the way he pronounces it makes you believe otherwise. “you're making this a big of a deal, but the thing is, shit happens. you should learn to take insults the same way you take compliments.” he starts his bike, engine purring and filling in the space of your little response, busy trying to stay on your feet.
he doesn't leave, he gloats that his words have hit you good. and you find your broken heart more painful than your whole body bruised. “i'll just break your heart. i'm doing you a favor.”
“i never asked for one.” you don't want to see the sadistic and lascivious smile that surely crosses his features, you want to keep the image you like the most of him, with his lazy grin and bright eyes, burned in your mind when he leaves and the night engulfs him.
you find yourself in a world of shadows and silences when haechan behaves indifferent towards you after his encounter. he pretends you don't exist, his eyes turn away from yours as if he is disgusted to look at you. he repulses you completely, his hands pull away from you as if they are on fire, fingers flexing into a fist and unclenching as he leaves the room.
he soon returns to his usual gait that you had wanted so much to ignore. when his lips stretch into a smile typical of him and gives it to wongyoung. jealousy consumes you, clouds your judgment and makes you furious when you see her place her hands on his chest and corner him against a wall as she kisses him unceremoniously even though you have felt her gaze acknowledge your presence.
she’s everything you’re not. she's bold. and sensual and what haechan is attracted to.
it's hard to pretend it hasn't affected you. you think about it even outside of academia. you let the words he spoke set your mood. the way you dance.
kai's blank expression is more terrifying than his sardonic one. the live music is extinguished just by raising his index finger, which he then brings to your lips. “where is it?”
you're afraid you don't know what he's talking about, you're afraid he stares at you as if you have to know. “my swan, where is it?” he puts his lips on a fine line when he gets no response from you or haechan.
there is a tense and quiet atmosphere between you. you barely look at each other. he's grossed out every time he has to keep you close ‘til kai fixes your postures. he separates himself from you and puts meters of distance between you. he just looks at you through the mirror and you're aware of his features darkening with hatred.
“you've been doing alright the last rehearsals, what happened now?” he wants to know, very calm for your thrill.
you and haechan look at each other without thinking, before you look away. “again,” kai says, suddenly delighted.
live music plays again and soon you resume the dance. and it's impossible to ignore how he avoids you at all costs. how he looks anywhere but your face, how his hands feel like they're touching acid. he moves away from you very quickly and his touch barely rubs you, feeling the sudden sensation that he's grossed out by you.
the piano ceases with a move of his fingers and something crumbles inside of you as you have stumbled in the grand jeté. “i'm done.” kai grabs his papers and leaves the room without giving you a glance.
you hold your ankle in your hands in anguish at the time you hear haechan steps echoing on the floor, leaving. it aches awfully, but nothing serious, you just landed on a bad angle. maybe you need ice...
“are you okay?” he asks, kneeling beside you. his eyes go over and study your expression, slowly replacing for other. “answer me. are you hurt?”
he checks your body with his hands without waiting for a response. gaze analyzing every part of it until it goes down to your ankle. “you need ice...” you see him make a gesture to carry you, as if he wants to take care of it himself.
haechan looks at you when you reject his touch. he can exert more force and carry you anyway, you're sure of that, but he remains calm and instead tries to convince you by softening his gaze. “let me take care of it.”
and the stupid version of you would've fallen at his feet.
“d'you want to take care of it now?” you pronounce.
haechan stares at you dumbfounded. his delicate expression bathed in trouble, frowning while his eyes flames with something. worry. “of course i want... angel. i care.”
you get up, shunning his assistance, but haechan gives you no respite. you are unable to get away from him when he is strongest and most determined to receive your hands in fists pushing him away and punching his buff chest. he doesn't move an inch. “leave me alone. leave me alone!”
he grabs you by the forearms and you fight to break free. “you're hurting yourself.” the anger gradually fades away, your attempts to escape his grip become weaker. you're about to pass out, “s-stop tormenting me,” you ask, pleadingly. “haven't you had enough?”
you see through the tears his face. his cheeks. his moles. his lips and eyes. but you find nothing. you don't even find love.
“i've been hurt, i-i... they...” you stutter when you start to cry, regretting it because you've said it before, and you remember that he still doesn't care.
you cry in front of him, in complete and tense silence. his grip has loosened and you hope he won't let you go, that he will hug you. “i don't know what he wants from me. why has he chosen me?”
“he wants your purity, angel,” he says, with a husky voice.
you laugh reluctantly. “well, you already stole it from me.”
haechan doesn't stop you when you get rid of his embrace. he doesn't do that when you leave either.
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the reflection in the mirror seems to be smiling at you when you get out of the shower. your face blurs in front of you by the foggy steam and your hand rish to undo a perfect scribble into a loosened word constantly chasing you. something lurks in your chest when you finally erase the message, an uneasy feeling as you roam around your room.
the feeling settles more when you don't see your underwear anywhere just as you hear footsteps on the corridor.
“have you been taking my underwear?” you peek into the next room to find it empty, except for a pair of black panties on the made-up bed. “there they are.”
you've been having brain fogs lately.
your mind wanders most of the time in periods that you have no record of. you have no memories of getting to the academy or how you end back at your apartment. no reminiscences of eating or sleeping. and you don't recall where you were the night before.
kai has become quieter as you and haechan avoid each other.
you can bear his presence behind you. is overwhelming, you feel leaden. “my prince, would you fuck this girl?”
you are short of breath and your eyes shoot towards kai at such an unscrupulous question. “you wouldn't,” he vouches for haechan when he makes no hint of answering. “i wouldn't.”
you bite your lip when you threaten to break right there, and your eyes move through the mirror of their own volition. towards his face, taking on a pink tint. “you're dismissed. bring wongyoung when you're out.” the air refills your lungs at his statement, moving your feet to gather your stuff. “not you.”
haechan stares at kai intensely, his eyes between you and him. a muscle jumps in his jaw as he looks at you troubled. “and don't take long, prince,” kai adds, thrilling. live music is playing again and his gaze spills over to you one last time before leaving you alone and helpless.
you're so immersed in his presence leaving the room that you haven't noticed that you've held your breath until your lungs ache from your shallow breathing. you're not so quick to register kai's entering the scene. you've let him corner you alone again, his indistinct gaze sweeps across your figure and even though you're fully dressed, you feel helpless. “told you it might happen.”
he lurks around you. “the question is whether you will let her take your role without a fight..., wongyoung is… obscure. her dancing is not as technical and superb as yours, but it is definitely thrilling to watch. she casts the black swan wonderfully. with a dark impulse, maybe, yet so destructive, of course. she'd be perfect.”
he plays with the small ribbon on your shoulder, pulling the strings. your breathing freezes when he threatens to unravel and leave you exposed, “so, do we end our deal?”
you swallow hard. “give me one last chance.”
kai puzzles, “haven't i given you enough already? shouldn't you thank me a little?”
a sharp thump causes kai to curse under his breath and your eyes widen in fright, meeting haechan's darkened gaze through the mirror. he takes in your entire face, and how frightened you are. “costume fitting?”
kai scoffs, and haechan's glare becomes lethal when he looks at him, rubbing his chin in a stimulus. “seriously... can't you see you're interrupting something?”
“she's got plans already.”
“with whom?”
“with me.”
the young man remains silent, acceding just as wongyoung step into the room. “angel, let's get you home,” the honey boy asks, taking a step closer, his back turned to you, looking at kai. he peeks over his shoulder to cast a softened gaze that melts your stiff muscles and gets them going.
you work quickly, and almost automatically while haechan waits, prompting kai to stay in the room, his lips pursed in a smile. your breath thaws and soothes your aching chest once you leave, “easy, swan. the prince chooses the evil twin at the end of the piece,” he chimes before haechan drags you from there.
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haechan's pov.
he's out of his mind lately.
he can't stop playing the night he spent with you. your face. your body. the way you said his name so cute and ethereal. how you felt all night until you fell asleep, drowsy and with the prettiest smile he's ever seen, keeping him close.
he had to run away.
he can't come up with a name to this feeling creeping in; lust is one of his usual emotions, then comes pleasure and thrill. what could he then call emotion lingering through his senses every time he grasps your waist and a sigh slips from your lips?
it takes all the strength and will to spin his thoughts and continue the piece. when his whole being burns for you and his hands tingle and feel sensitive after touching you, fleeting from the room before you can see how troubled he is.
he never spends the night when he has casual rendezvous with girls, which happens a lot more often than he'd like you to know. he wants to keep that part away from you, he didn't want you to know.
and then suddenly he stays at your house because he's spent his time admiring your serene face in a dream.
now you ignore him in the gala and he feels physically bad. why do you make him feel this way? it's like he's the one rejected when you don't even spare him a glance. it's as if every fiber of his being reacts for you, keeps him stunned, and he doesn't understand why he feels vulnerable following you across the room while you avoid him.
“i think… can we do the swan one more time like… before? it's my last time and i want it to be... perfect.” you blush, and he can't say no even if he tries.
haechan can't get rid of the feelings; he has tried. you keep attracting him, and it torments him.
he strips himself of kazuha's caress of a crude and in a involuntary movement. “what?”
“you're pissing me off.” he doesn't find passion within him. alcohol is useless, much less get distracted.
he knows how effective his words are when she looks at him dumbfounded, “am i pissing you off? i thought you were bothered by naivety, have you changed your likings so quickly?”
he's growing tired. he has had a lot; it bothers him even more that he has spent hours cleaning a mirror that is not his and he does not even know why.
“have you done it?” he asks abruptly.
kazuha opens her eyes when he stands up. “the mirror… have you done it?”
“what mirror?” kazuha's intentions to manipulate him by looking him up wasn't effective on him; she looks stupid. “no…” he could inflict flames on her by the way he was looking at her.
“don't you dare touch her.”
“her?” he's blind my rage, and her attempts to appear innocent were annoying him, and haechan knew that by acknowledging it he would indisputably confess that she bothered him because she wanted to look like you. and she couldn't. “i swear… she's getting into your mind. haechan…”
his own name bothers him. “if i know you've hurt her...” her features relax and transform her into a demonic beauty, yet haechan is unfazed. “you haven't see the worst of me.”
his eyes look for you, you might notice it, do you? it is involuntary that his heart beat fast when he sees you coming towards him, and his eyes betray him, it has always betrayed him, when they soften. suddenly, everything inside him goes silenced by your presence. and it's almost your fault like it is you the reason.
in every chance encounter, his eyes seek you out in an involuntary reflection of the fascination he still feels when you get affected when he touches you, an indomitable sensation comes over him when he lifts you into the air and you slowly fall again, and your gazes do not avert when his seems to say everything he cannot express; the gravity that draws him to you. the tips of his fingers buzz when he catches your waist and burn when he doesn't.
“magnificent. my prince.” kai stops him as you fleet away from him and he feels the need to follow you. “seems like you know how to look desperate for her love.”
words come out like poison. “stay away from her.”
he's fucked.
he needs to take comfort right there. his palm pumps his sore cock and unscrupulously moans your name in a whimper. he fiddles with his slit and hisses, speeding up the movement. he imagines you doing it, he wants you to do it.
he longs to feel your wet mouth around him, your lips pressing into his girth, your tongue at the base of his testicles as he shoves all his cock inside, making you swallow all of his seed with your pretty pleading eyes, looking at him from below. seeing you keep stimulating his cock even though he's limb and turned into a bundle of moans and whimpers from the overdose of pleasure.
his breathing becomes labored, eyes bathed in desire that he tries to hide from your sight. “would you fuck her?”
his face burns and he curses. blushing is not a habit for him, much less getting nervous and avoiding your eyes out of embarrassment. what have you done to him?
he hasn't been able to hook up with other girls, something must have broken inside. and it's you.
୨♡୧
you try to calm your raging heart as haechan guides you by the hand out of that suffocating place. his back gives you some relief and brings back memories that you have treasured every night, but that was before. before the spell in which you're sure you would've lived inside eternally (even if it was a lie) broke.
the night greets you like old lovers, and your eyes close completely oblivious to haechan when he holds you suddenly. you find yourself dumbfounded, frozen as his arms take you in his embrace, and you smell his alluring fragrance again. with your arms trapped underneath his, unable to move as... he hugs you.
you want to keep this memory especially once you discover that it was just a dream. but it feels real. his touch feels solid, his signature intoxicating scent and it would be impossible for you to be able to recreate his face because he exhumes something heavenly. “hae...”
his muscles turn liquid when you bury your fingers into his hair just to make sure it's him. “forgive me, angel.” he breathes against your neck and squeezes you closer to him as he repeats a word over and over again.
please.
your face sinks into the space of his neck, lips brushing against his profile. leaving a kiss. his shoulders vibrate and a ragged breath assails him. he's... “please.” he's crying.
he turns away from you under your dazed state. hands roam your sides, as if he wants to renew the image he has of you this close. “i didn't know... i wouldn't have let him touch you. i thought... i... are you hurt?” he blurts out.
his eyes hold unshed tears because he's busy studying your features. his face is taken in your hands to wipe his wet cheeks. “no.”
his forehead joins yours. “let me take you home, hm...?” he whispers. “let me take care of it. let me take you on a date. i'll be worthy. give me... give one more chance.”
his hands, his fingertips... you barely remember them, but you always invoke them when kai's fingers stay longer on your skin. because his touch will never be the same as haechan's. because you want them to be his fingers and not kai's. a feeling twitches in your stomach, something dirty reveals itself and takes space as you fall into realization of his lewd behavior.
“would you... would you let me?” he says, and you feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.
his eyes... his eyes look like the emptiness left by the stars when they are not in the sky, because he has stolen them all to keep them in his gaze. gleaming, when you nod.
୨♡୧
your eyes remain close when the purr of the bike stops. a pair of hands lingers on yours intertwined in front of his body. haechan strokes them gently just as he helps you remove the helmet. your eyes taking in the place you are right now.
you feel his attentive gaze while yours wants to travel everywhere at the same time. “you like it?”
“where are we?” not in your apartment, but in a more idyllic place.
a few star beads have fallen from the sky and float in the small space of a clearing. it's very breezy and the lights twinkle like fireflies. your hands tighten around haechan when you look down at the cliff on the side of the bike; the view of the city shining like an oasis in the night blanket.
you hear him sigh softly. “the equinox... i thought you'd like it. or i can take you home. do you... do you want to stay?” he asks once your eyes turn to him. haechan is interested in the helmet, his phone, and the bike, and the sky while a soft pink tint blooms on his cheeks. “i'd love to.”
you see him get down behind you, pulling his jacket off his shoulders. “how did you find this place?” you wonder, taking in sight the people coming and going through the mountain clearing. surely it's a ceremony for the event; there are food stalls and places to sit for dinner under the stars.
the thought of haechan stumbling upon the place casually doesn't quite fit in your head, but he responds. “i knew about it.” which doesn't quite fit either, especially when he smiles and looks away.
you nod, blinking. “hae.”
“hmm?”
“why did you bring me here?”
he looks at you, with wide doe eyes. his chest spasms as he combs his hair. “you don't like it? we can go somewhere else.”
“i like it, but... why are we here?”
every second that passes you discover what troubled he looks. “i thought you'd like it for when…- for a first date.”
he says the words carefully, as if remembering when his lips uttered terrible things to you long ago. “a first date?” you repeat, looking at him.
“our first date... you don't want to? shit, i should've asked you first. i was... i wanted to make up for what i did, the thing i said to you. i thought i could make up for it.”
“hae, shh...” he stops when you cradle his face.
“you deserve to be treated well, i thought i could give it a try.”
“you'll have a lot more girls...”
“you're the one i want.”
you shrink, “'cause i'm a fool?”
“i'm the fool, for you.”
you place a kiss on his full cheek with your hands pressed into his face. and then another closer to his mouth. “i should've asked you before, i'm sorry”
“you can ask now.”
your heart feels a strange and singular beat when the lights bathe his faces and spill over his eyes; burned honey melting on his gaze. you watch him choose his wording, “would you like to go out with me tonight?”
you chuckle, “yes.”
a smile blooms on his face, taking all the light. “should i be more romantic?” he asks, snuggling on your neck.
“why?” you ask, fuzzy.
his lips lurks closer to your cheek, and he whispers, “i'm not good with words. i could show you, instead.”
he grins like an angel. “i could kiss you.”
he comes closer before you can react, and his lips rest on yours. they're soft, assimilating your mouth over his, taking you as he slowly kisses you. his lashes tickle your cheeks and you feel him move to come back again and kiss you deeper. mouth catching up your lower lip while you play with his long hair.
his mouth goes back and forth from yours. your faces move in tune, lips colliding with vast emotion in the space between their mouths, meeting in the middle.
his eyes are sweet like honey, and the little bags underneath them, swelling up when he's happy and his gaze beams. “you don't need to be romantic with me,” you say after. “i… like you this way.”
the ethereal night slips through your fingers as haechan's hand guides you down the path, until you end up alone with the city shining in the background while kisses escalate in intensity.
your body slams gently against the fence and you stifle a sigh that haechan's deftly steals from your mouth. he corners you between him and the precipice, and little by little your judgment falls over it just as his hands caging you in his embrace as his mouth joins yours and invites your lips to move over his. he tastes like the sweet flavor of wine and something volatile, his hands running down your sides until he lifts your back off the edge to catch you in his soft, firm body.
your hands caress the nape of his neck and cheeks, fingers combing his wild hair and making him moan in your mouth. lips move down your jaw until they bury their head in your neck. haechan inhales deeply into your scent before depositing wet kisses on your skin and a sigh hangs in the open night.
his open mouth caresses your neck, feeling his tongue lash that makes you squeeze the material of his shirt. he laughs and the mere collision of his breath on your damp skin causes you to close your eyes and pant silently. haechan works diligently to elicit sighs in you, slowly losing his mind, mind getting lost in the space between the stars. his name occupies all your thoughts, slipping from your lips every time he squeezes your waist when he works wonders on your senses.
your eyebrows gather when the pleasure hurts to be released and he takes his time with you. brushing your buttocks so fleetingly he feels ghostly, groping your whole body when he kisses you ardently because his hands are never still in one place, wanting to touch you all.
the euphoria crackles inside you and his tongue enters and travels over your mouth. your hands draw him closer to you, unable to think coherently and humming when he pulls back and goes again. the kiss becomes faster and sharper. chaotic encounter in the middle before colliding again with intensity. you hear him vibrating against you as your hands grab him by the shoulders and forearms, chest and back, unable to sit still when your whole body buzzes and your senses feel fuzzy.
you haven't noticed when you've started moaning between kisses, every time his mouth moves over yours, pulling him to you every time. you feel his hot hands palming you over your clothes. “haechan,” you breathe as you kiss and kiss and kiss, and devour his lips and the intoxicating taste of wine makes you drunk. “haechan,” you say more eagerly, hearing him hum, but you don't even know what you want, you don't know how much you want him, how you want him, but you know where you need him the most.
“d'you want me to stop?” but the way he keeps placing his wet, soft mouth against yours, you're afraid he doesn't want to.
“no.” and you don't want him either, suddenly having an epiphany. you want him to touch you right there, you want to feel his fingers in your bare pussy, you want him to fuck you hard against the fence; you want him to corrupt you. completely consumed by the obsessive compulsion taking up space within you, craving to be free.
he waits for your answer, but he doesn't need it when you pant against his lips again. and a dark grin well up in his swollen, rosy mouth when he opens his mouth and restricts.
“i need to touch you, let me feel you, angel.” your eyes flutter as you nod heavily and his hands thaw to venture down the lower part of your belly, thumb tracing circles below your belly button before they disappear under your pants.
air escapes from your lungs when he meets the sore lump of your clit craving him. he curses by how wet you are, sensing it in your heated intimacy. your body breaks down in a jerk and you whine helplessly when he starts to stroke you, exerting the pressure needed to make you scream and collapse into his embrace.
your head falls on their shoulder and your body burns intensely as he rubs your clit, flicking his thumb as his middle finger flicker on your folds, turning you into a mess of sobs and strangled sounds he catches with his lips.
he coats his digits enough and moves to insert them into your needy cunt, stretching you before he starts to flick them just so he can take a look at your features contracting into a dazed grimace when the rawest pleasure shuts into your bloodstream.
haechan touches you and you must cover your mouth so as not to reveal his lewd actions in public. but you are unable to hold them inside you, and they slip through your fingers to find their way to the moon. you blink as an intense haze clouds your vision as he works wonders on your pussy and fire expands in your belly and spills down your thighs, trembling and throbbing. your eyes close and a gasp takes your breath away, skipping a heartbeat while he keeps thrusting his fingers, feeling you pulse.
“mesmerized?” he wonders when you start to blink slowly, your body going into a sedative state. “very.” your eyes focus on him, looking at you with soft eyes studying your face, and the volatile feeling stokes your belly.
he pulls out his fingers and brings them to his plump lips, your eyes flicker following the motion he does when he licks them as he locks eyes with you, “wait until i use my mouth.”
“hae… please.” he brings you closer to him. “i need you.”
“yeah? in what way?”
your hand takes his and brings it to your lips, flavoring the remnant of your silkiness from his middle finger. you see his eyes darken with desire. “should we go home then, hmm?” his voice is soft, and lulling, yet he's devilish when he mocks as he kisses you, “so i can see you do that with me this time?”
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all the way home your body feels like it's about to burst trying to contain the ravenous fire in your chest, the tingling between your legs, and it's not until you get to his apartment that you let it flow and gush out of you.
haechan, light up your energy as he carries you in his arms and makes you wrap your legs around his hips, walking blindly across his floor that he knows by heart. the need you have to look at his intimate space is completely eclipsed when he sits you down on the dining table and kisses you with passionate desire. your hands begin to undress him without realizing it, honey-tanned skin glistens in the dark, your eyes absorb his soft, smooth chest as you run your fingers and he tries to calm his breathing, starting to undress you too.
his eyes shoot quickly to yours as you watch him gasp for air and then you realize how much lighting is in the room, exposing the cardinals in different tones beginning to heal.
you gulp, hands scrambling to put your shirt back on. “do you... do you want to turn off-”
at the time he says, tone of voice tinged with menace. “was it him?”
your gaze avoids his when you deny it, but he makes you look at him. you see him relax when he sees you so tense, thoughts running at high speed, “shouldn't you have told me?”
“hmm?” he insists when you mumble under your breath.
“i tried…”
you see the colors fade from his face and emotions crowd his eyes. “did you want me to take care of the bruises?”
“i wanted you to kiss them away.”
“i can do that.” he comes closer, and you sense the moment he presses a kiss in a touch-sensitive place. and then another. kiss after kiss, after kiss, meeting your lips in the middle, fingertips erasing someone else's. “no one will touch you, my sweet angel. no one will. i'll keep you safe. d'you want me to save you?”
you nod under his gaze.
haechan lays you on his bed. it's comfortable, fluffy and cold at the same time. he makes it warm and cozy for you. he spreads kisses over your legs and thighs, stomach and ribs. you must have one or two bruises there because your body is shaking, or maybe it's his soft kisses as he makes you sprawl your legs so he can have a taste of you.
you squeeze and shudder under his mouth working miracles on you, exhausted pleasure making you moan his name as his tongue stimulates your slit, fucking you with his velvety muscle while sensing his plump lips pressing right on your clit, brushing them slightly.
haechan leaves you wetter than you were, soaking, damped and shivering when he hovers on you and kisses your neck. “i've fucked people and imagined it's you. what have you done to me, angel?” he whispers, poking his erection at your belly.
your hands go down and wrap around his circumference. haechan chokes out a gasp and his pelvis jerks towards you. he laughs breathly, “hm… fuck.” you kiss his lips parted and caress his wet slit.
he's hard as a rock, and already coated with beams of precum, has he gotten like this just by eating you? “yn…” he breathes, “yn.” he repeats your name as you work on his hard cock, stroking him up and down, mouth catching his lower lip in a kiss.
haechan growls and his eyebrows meet, a tortured expression furrowing his pretty features, agitated and blushing. his hot body on yours, erection pressing into the valley of your pussy as you masturbate him in a trance, watching his face contract with pleasure. “i want to feel you in my mouth,” you pronounce, pushing him so he can lay down.
he's so dazed he doesn't respond and instead swallows hard, head pulled back into the pillows when you straddle him and come closer to his dick.
your mouth is watering from ecstasy, putting it halfway in, and curling your tongue around his girth. haechan hisses; he tastes salty and sweet and he feels soft. you flavor his warm creamy precum from his tip, slender muscle flicking the slit, making haechan buckle his hips up. your hands are firmly in the groin as you push the rest of his length down your mouth.
“o-oh god.” his cock sits comfortably inside your oral cavity, it's thick, and you can barely get it in without not being able to puff up your cheeks. you bob your head and he calls your name eagerly, tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft. “fuck, angel.” he grunts and you delight with every sound you entice from him. pulling out his glistened cock once you need it inside you.
your eyes roll back while faint scream reverberates in your throat as the sensation expands through your extremities, and grips your pussy. haechan settles inside you and you feel stuffed to the brim, going up and down his hard cock. your vision fades to black, sensing the waves of pleasure washing you. your breathy moans and soft whines mixing with his guttural sounds. kissing his lips and grinding against him.
haechan feels so good, his girth stretching you out before you begin to rock back and forth with sharp thrusts. your eyes take in your sight blurring and darkening with desire when you see him close his eyes and gulp, hands roaming your thighs. a tingling drops in your stomach as he turns into a mess, a bunch of grunts and broken words.
you grind, and rock, and wiggle in ecstasy, causing moans that slide from his parted lips and constantly wet down his tongue.
the sensations makes you lightheaded, the rhythmically pace he force you to fuck him with his firm hands on your waist, feeling delicious. a tingling runs through you and embalms your body with a numbing sensation. cock hitting you without clemency as your vision blurs while you reveled from the way his dick stuffs you.
you move with rough and sharp thrust on his lap, dick sliding in and out, sensing your ecstasy building on your belly, vibrating each time your groin meet.
a divine sensation is unleashed in your stomach, and suddenly you are euphoric. you cannot sustain yourself properly.
you start to move with short, deep thrusts. riding him dexterously, your body contorts when you increase speed, your pussy clenches and twitches, dazed by the full way it feels, starting to rock involuntarily once you've become drunk from the way he jerks inside you. vision blurring when you watch him. your face contracts before the carousel of delight that you are sharing. observing him moan for you, closing his eyes because the feeling is so overwhelming, but opening them again because he doesn't want to lose an instant of you, drinking in your sight.
haechan doesn't leave your face. you catch him enraptured by your expressions and features, contracting with burning pleasure.
a gasp leaves your lips and your pussy clenches when he grabs you and one movement puts you underneath him. your legs spread and rest on each side of his body before haechan throws them to the side, knees together. a scream builds up in your throat when the crushing sensation heightened as he furrow his eyebrows with anguish when your walls wrap him tighter. “a-ahg fuck, you're so good.”
your head lolls back as you feel his cock hammer you relentlessly. heartlessly. fucking you with an unseemly frenzy, hearing him gasp and giggle with joy under your voice screaming his name. biting your lips when a shudder strikes you so hard, that you're nothing more than a tangle of haze and hisses.
your belly vibrates and the pace of his thrusts, his gaze fixed in the way your body crashes with his while he breathes almost artificially. “taking me so good, angel. you love how i'm making you feel? can't help but scream my name so delicious.” your hands bury in the tuft of hair and your legs wrap around his hips when he comes closer, back arching towards him when his mouth lands on your tits and you feel his tongue twirling against your hard nipple.
you feel numb and aching, crying his name when a sudden need to pee strikes you. a burning sensation spreads through your belly and groin, bringing you to the intoxicating sensation of climax destroying your body.
“fuck, s'sweet.”
a painful sharp pleasure fills you up when haechan jerks and thrust you sloppier, a wave of spasms runs through you as the destructive orgasm washes over you from head to toe just as he moans loud before he starts to throb along with your clenching.
he sobs, rocking his pelvis in and out, milking his seed into the condom. he squirms when you wrap your legs and make him bury his cock deeper, bringing him closer to you so you can kiss him.
haechan reciprocates the kiss a little dazed, his head hiding in your neck as he hugs you tightly, still inside you.
that night you dream of the black swan.
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your apartment is quiet. and outside, dusk falls for the gala. the door to the continuous room is wide open but no one is inside, and you remember, that today was gonna be your night, if it wasn't for wongyoung.
malicious whispers meander through, and you're on edge as you watch her in your bed, getting dressed in your clothes.
“what do you think you're doing?”
her gaze lands on you and because of the darkness you can't see her features, but you know it's her.
“i can do the black swan, but the white swan suits you perfectly, i thought that by wearing your clothes it might make me look more like you,” she talks.
you see her smile when she gets up. her shadow lengthens and projects on the wall. “how do i look?”
she makes you feel like you're in one of her illusions where it's easier to replace you; one where she is a better version of you, eager to seal all your experiences; she looks like you.
you look at her with a mixture of bewilderment and disbelief. “take off my clothes.” the uneasy feeling makes you shudder.
“why? haven't you done the same with my clothes?” she chimes. “do you think haechan will fuck me before the performance like he did with you?” she blurts out suddenly, pensive, looking at her reflection in the mirror “you're weak, and pathetic. you let them step over you.”
wongyoung turns on her axis to look at you, and you're both startled. she grins but it's your mouth that curves and then she gets closer to you, yet you're the one who moves.
“i almost had it.”
she grins, “it's my turn now…”
your faces blend when you fall to the ground, and time passes slowly because of the density of a black hole. wongyoung growls and glare at you from below, features erasing and drawing themselves under the fog in your eyes. she shines and becomes null, evolving in front of your eyes until she looks exactly like you, as you shout, “it is my turn! my turn! mine!”
her eyes gaze at you and she grins, before they close shut and her features go serene.
and just then, you remove your hands from her slim neck.
kai doesn't expect to see you that night. he curls his lips, his predatory eyes sparkle. “you're here.”
“they expect to see me, they lust for me.”
“and are you okay with that?”
“they just need the fantasy. i'll be their swan.”
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it's a delusion. maybe you've created him in your head, maybe he's created you in his. there is no more violent delight than to follow the path of the bead of sweat on his sun-kissed skin. his hair becomes more disheveled as he loses his composure. his eyes are like pits of black matter, looking at you through the mirror. half-open mouth with puffed, pink lips, grinning at you while he struffs you with his girth.
your hands went to the mirror in front of you, seeing your face disfigured by pleasure, with furrowed eyebrows and mouth open. the velvety feeling of haechan coming in and out of you, filling the room with your shaky breathing and the clashing sound of flesh as he hammers you. one of his arms crossing your chest while the other rubs your clit.
“fuck, angel. so pretty and ruined.” his breath warms your cheek and your eyes flutter as you feel him grab your body and move it to the nearest wall.
your hands hold on to the solid surface as you are crushed against his body, reveling when he change the pace and fuck you with sharp strokes.
your mind is wiped out clean. eyes closing tightly and teeth grinding at the crushing sensation of his dick between your gummy walls, enticing uncontrolled moans to the rhythm of his thrusts.
“hmm, too much for you, angel?”
you always want to have him inside for longer after you're done. to leave you drunk with crushing pleasure from your long sessions where he restrains you under him. watch him stare at your pussy when he's done fucking you, licking his lips as he palms his length until he's hard as rock again. finger you, eat you, nutting outside while his creamy load paints your folds and leave you dizzy.
“i can take it.” he groans and fucks you harder leaving you brainwashed with nothing more than the feeling of his cock burying deeper, making you rolled your eyes, dazzling, fuzzy.
a sharp tingling grips your inside and your pussy goes numb and aching. fire expanding all over your intimacy as haechan rocks his dick in and out, walls becoming swollen and tighter around his shaft.
a tingling embalming your body fleetingly to the release of your climax as he turns you over your axis and resumes the motion.
“it was beautiful…” you breathe against his mouth. your hands cups his pretty face and you admire what you do to him. dilated pupils and darkened gaze carried by desire. “so beautiful.” the piece. the dancing. his warm body pressed against you as you hugged each other. the euphoria you couldn't contain once you got to the dressing rooms and your bodies collided with needy hunger.
you find yourself bewitched and in a trance looking at his beautiful features. drunk eyes fixed on his lips kept parted and his eyes are flaming for you. rosy cheeks and brows furrowed with pleasure, with a mixture of adoration and burning desire. you content a moan when he comes and kisses you and his mouth taste like heaven, sinking his dick so good into you, your body contorts with fire.
your tears blur your gaze at the full sensation of his beautiful grin, so alluring and glorious, transforming his face like a fallen angel.
“hae,” you say in a dreamy sigh when he carries you and penetrates you at a slow and hard pace. looking at you with misty eyes, he moans hauntingly. “my angel, my angel.” he clenches his jaw, suffering a spasm that makes him jerk his groin, accentuating the strokes. he doesn't take his eyes off you until you see him frowned and roll his eyes alternating between fast and harder, becoming sloppier ‘til he explodes in white ropes of cum, nutting in you.
three sharp knocks echo through the dressing room door. “entry in 5!” you both stifle a gasp between kisses.
haechan slips outside of you and you behold him: sweaty and dazzling. your knees give way before you even think about it and you hear him laugh. eyes aflame with doziness and perversity watching you put his soft member in your mouth, licking his slick clean.
he hums and throws his head back, and you feel that five minutes is enough if you keep moving your tongue like that against his still growing length.
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you feel its presence everywhere. it has never left you, asleep and conscious. it speaks to you. it feels you. it dances for you.
“i always wanted to be the swan queen.” the reflection in the mirror doesn't do justice to her angelic beauty. your gaze searches for her behind you but she disappears.
“he promised me i'd be his swan.” her voice is just a mere whisper.
and it sounds like you.
something flickers, maybe the stolen star in her hands or white flapping wings. you're growing used to it; you've always had a space for it, whether in a room next door or inside you. it takes space, and sometimes, it takes on a life of its own.
she cries. “you stole him from me.”
it takes time for you to figure out who she's talking about. whether it's haechan or kai, the answer is the same. “don't make deals with the devil.”
she rushes at you like a fuzzy shadow, and all you hear is the same violent flapping wings, before it goes dark.
“my swan.” kai cradles your face and pinches your cheeks. his face lights up at an epiphany. “pretty, chaotic and obscure. where's my little white swan, did you kill her?” something squirms inside, yet you can get used to it.
you've latched your room. and it's impossible for kai to know that a lifeless body is inside unless he sent her himself and now he knows that if you're there it's because you got rid of the other.
but there is no body. and there's no blood. just a vast void beginning to fill up again.
“it's like i'm seeing another you.” he smiles proudly, as if it is his merit to have lured you over the precipice.
“she set me free.”
kai grins, “who?” all the girls he put against you? namjoo and kazuha? wongyoung? yourself?
the show was over, the performance was brilliant, and a tingling bathes you when wongyoung comes in your direction. “so beautiful, yn. you did so well.” she looks genuine. she doesn't look like the girl in your room.
perhaps it has always been you. “the swan.” one made and remade over the years.
your eyes catch him amongst the dark figures, wild eyes consumed with intense fixation. haechan comes at you and he looks angelic and dubious at the same time with his tousled hair and his distinctive jacket thrown over his shoulder, lips displaying a smug smile as he holds your eyes.
“ah... haechan. he's one of a kind, you see. he fucks with every partner he's ever had. maybe that's his ritual.”
“i know.” you grin. “some methods are darker than others.”
you need to make some enemies to crack your soul with blows, let it empty, and fill it with something more volatile. then, you let it run free.
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artsy-alice · 9 months
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KnY Actors AU (Swordsmith Village Edition)
bc i got many tags/replies/messages telling me to do the Actor AU... here i am... look ma I did the Actor AU !!! details/thoughts under the cut!
(for the sake of my sanity I'll just use their character names for everyone lol)
Mitsuri is some sort of popular athlete/gymnast/stuntwoman who posts videos of herself doing stunts... Even before she got cast she's already a popular fancast for the character, helped by her already signature pink hair <3
Tanjiro *is* a popular actor with lots of experience ALSO he's a heartthrob & just super cool & everyone loves him - like he's just perfect Tanjiro.
The two little Nezuko-chans are his actual lil sisters!!! They are twins!!!
Genya and Muichiro are dating irl and they're super cute off-cam - even tho they don't share a lot of scenes this season they always hang out on each other's sets/shoots.
Genya is a quiet bean!! He's just in his corner!! His favorite character is Giyuu (which annoys his onscreen brother lmao Sanemi's like "Why not ME?")
Muichiro & Mitsuri are both super active in social media & post BTS pics!
Inosuke is a dancer and originally applied to be a background stuntperson BUT THEY ARE SO PRETTY and had amazing chemistry with the cast they were casted anyway. They're besties with Nezuko bc I love them so much ur honor.
That's all this is completely self-indulgent I make no promises of more I just wanted to draw my favorite characters ahaha
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smoothlikealikeasnake · 2 months
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Strawberry Princess - Chapter One “Complete Opposites”
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Pairing - BTS OT7 x reader, Hybrid BTS x Reader, Hybrid BTS x Hybrid Reader
Genre - Hybrid!AU , Hybrid BTS , Hybrid Reader, fluff, angst, smut, alternative reality , strangers to lovers , strangers to friends, friends to lovers
Warnings - Fluff, brief mention of blood and wound
Summary - When a certain hybrid starts to appear whenever Jungkook is at the gym, an immediate pull is felt between the two and their eventual friendship soon is spread to the rest of his pack.
Please read the brief on each of the hybrids lives in this fic and the world they live in to make sense of the things mentioned, I hope you enjoy! x
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Complete Opposites.
Not a single part of her looked like she belonged in the gym. Every part of him fit in. It was inevitable that he’d notice her, especially since she never used any of the equipment, she seemed to be there with her friend. Her friend seemed to fit right in, a bengal hybrid who just happened to have the same gym schedule as him, she was never alone though. Every session she had, she brought her princess looking friend with her, Y/n he’d heard her say.
Y/n would always be there, stay and watch her athletic friend or just play on her phone besides her but she followed her friend, Sana, round to every machine and stayed as close as possible. She stuck out, obviously, not just for her lingering but her appearance. Truthfully, her appearance is the first thing that drew Jungkook to her.
He’d noticed her the first time she came and quickly became fond of the shy glances she’d give him everyday, not that he intended on ever speaking to her. Despite his tough appearance, complex ink, piercings galore and muscle everywhere, he was an introvert, very reserved and his appearance challenged his shy personality. He imagined talking to her but he never had a reason and he needed a reason.
Never had a reason to speak to the pretty little cat hybrid who was always dressed in baby pink and white skirts and pretty tops that stick out in the dark gym. To the pretty little cat hybrid with strawberry blonde waves that cascaded down her shoulders and back like a gentle stream - the strawberry blonde waves that turned into little ringlets around her hairline. She also always had a new hairstyle, always put together but had a natural face, long brown eyelashes and plump lips, sometimes with a light gloss on, she was like a princess, not only in Jungkooks eyes but he was sure she appeared like that to everyone around with the stares she would get.
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It might be clear now just how much Jungkook noticed her, how much she distracted him unintentionally. She joined Sana in the gym for about 3 weeks before he got any closer than glanced across the gym and it was only because Sana used a machine next to him today. The usually calm strawberry princess beside Sana seemed to grow fidgety as they neared him and settled next to him, the water bottle in Y/n’s hand shaking slightly and it was only then that Jungkook made an effort to look away, hoping to calm the nerves that had grown in Y/n’s body in a matter of seconds.
While he wasn’t sure what exactly caused her new behaviour, he didn’t want to worsen it so he tried to focus on the weights infront of him while Sana got started on the stepper next to him. Y/n stood in her short pink skirt and white sweater inbetween them, strawberry blonde ears on high alert and matching tail wrapping tightly around her waist as she tried to focus on not looking at Jungkook.
Kooks ears twitched at every movement she made, he knew she was shy but wasn’t expecting her to be nervous. Lip between his teeth, nibbling as he was deep in thought about how to calm the kitty next to him. He never stopped to wonder why he cared so much, he hadn’t done anything but he still cared about the pretty girl he’d been exchanging shy glances with for 3 weeks.
Not knowing what else to do, he got on with his reps until he was on his 5 minute break, wiped away the hair that had stuck to his head with his tattooed hand and took a gulp of water with his eyes closed before he opened them and in the mirror, staring back at him with widened eyes was Y/n who seemed to have been avoiding him since she had moved next to him. All he did was smile at her and Y/n’s slightly chubby cheeks grew pink and her shaking hands finally gave up on the water bottle in them, dropping it and as she did, Kooks quick reflexes moved to catch the bottle before it hit the floor.
Bottle in hand, he put a soft smile on his lips and held the fallen object out to the pretty kitty who’s eyes had got even wider if that’s possible. She just stared at it for a second before looking up as a gentle word left Kooks pierced lips
“Careful” - that singular word had Y/n feel like she might melt, her cheeks grew redder, she panicked and took the bottle from his hand, not without getting mesmerised by the art that covered his arm and then moving her gaze quickly to study him further, enjoying seeing him up close before she realised her manners.
“Thank you, I’ll be more careful” meekly left her plump lips quickly along with a sweet smile up to the intimidating bunny hybrid. They were both more than satisfied with the interaction and could feel happiness filling their chests before getting back to their own tasks again.
That was the first of many interactions, with slow progress every time, Y/n never grew less shy but Jungkook grew slightly more bold until one day Y/n realised how she wanted to grow closer to this intimidating bunny who always treated her so softly, it just so happened that Kook forgot a water bottle on one day and while he went and bought one so Y/n couldn’t do anything that day, it set in stone her next action.
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The next day, Y/n came in with her wavy locks held back in a French braid, soft body clad in a short white skirt that showed off the plush of her thighs and a pink t-shirt with a heart in the centre, tucked into the skirt. She had put her hair in her favourite style and worn her favourite skirt to build the confidence for the small move she wanted to make today, it wouldn’t seem like a big deal too others but she was always extremely shy and struggled to start friendships. He was worth it and soon the rest of his pack would be too.
Sana always brung her own water bottle but today Y/n had bought one from the shop before she made her way to the gym with Sana today, not for herself, for Jungkook. She thought maybe if she gave it to him it could be the step to new interactions, he had forgotten his own yesterday and it was always Y/n’s love language to care for others. Sana had been teasing Y/n about her crush anyway and been pushing her to make a small move so this was Y/n taking her advice for once.
Standing next to Sana as she got ready to use the treadmill, Y/n spotted Jungkook across the gym who had noticed her too and gave her a smile that quickly turned into a curious and shocked expression as she smiled bashfully back and started walking around the machines to reach him. He didn’t want to assume she was coming over but the closer she got, the more his hopes rose until he saw her make eye contact as she got into a closer zone to him. Her heart was pounding as her hands shook but she took deep breaths telling herself it was okay and just wanting to retreat every step closer.
“Hi” was all Y/n could muster up as she stared up at Jungkook, mouth slightly agape as she stuttered over the words she wanted to say, hands reaching forward to present the bottle
“Well- Yesterday- I noticed yesterday you forgot your water bottle and I didn’t want you to go without because that’s rlly bad and I thought if I brought you one just in case then definitely you wouldn’t not have one-“ she quickly rambled refusing to look into his eyes before she felt him slightly graze her own hands when he took a step closer to hold the water bottle and only then did she look up at him to see him smiling happily down at her.
“Thank you, I guess it’s me that needs to be more careful now, huh?” He smiled brightly at her, his smile causing butterflies to flutter around her stomach, she just smiled and nodded slightly at him, loving the short interaction, fluffy tail unwrapping from her waist and moving quickly behind her in excitement at the success. For some reason she felt a overwhelming urge to jump into his arms at the feeling but held herself back and waved as she practically skipped back to Sana, the brightest smile you could imagine on her face.
This was the real start in their growing love, everyday then on Y/n would bring a water bottle to give to Jungkook and the conversations would grow more and more while everyday Kook would gush to his pack about her and they grew more and more curious.
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In the Bangtan House
“Hyungs she is just so sweet, she’s cute and pretty and so nice, she makes my hour at the gym just amazing” - Kook gushed while he lay his head in Namjoons lap, the rest of the pack listening intently, for some reason they didn’t feel a single drop of jealousy, only curiosity, they hadn’t even seen a picture of her.
“You’ve got us so curious Kook, maybe one of us should meet her too?” Joon suggested as he ran his hands through Jungkooks hair
“ I want you all to meet her there’s just something about her I can’t describe it but she’s so shy, maybe we could wait until she’s more comfortable with me?” - Jungkook lay deep in thought, eager to have his hyungs meet the sweet princess who smelt like sweet strawberries and had the beauty of an angel just like his mates. The pack grew soft at the thoughtfulness their youngest mate portrayed and quickly agreed.
“Well when she’s ready how about one of us come to the gym with you Kook?” Seokjin suggested lovingly and the felines practically purred at the idea. Then it was agreed that when Y/n was more comfortable and knew more about the pack, one of them would come to meet her too.
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At the gym, Jungkook and Y/n’s comfortable quickly grew, Kook started to see just how playful Y/n really could be and it was then that Kook suggested they met at a park one day, she quickly agreed and her shy demeanour came back slightly, they both had a feeling that they’d be much closer after this meet. The next member to meet her would get the opportunity very soon because she already knew a lot about his pack and would be even more comfortable after their meet.
So the day came where they would make their way to the park to get icecream and just talk for a few hours. Y/n dressed in her favourite dress with her long hair down in its natural waves making sure her tail was especially fluffy and soft. Kook wore black combat pants with a tighter shirt than normal, the all black matched the colour off his floppy ears and puff tail.
Kook surprised Y/n upon greeting her as he brought her into a warm hug with his strong arms around her little waist and she gasped at the forward contact before quickly putting her arms around his neck and melting into his chest, both reluctant to let go after a short while, Y/n’s tail had even subconsciously moved around Jungkooks own waist and when they pulled away she had to hold back a gasp at the slight brush of his hand against the soft fur as she moved her tail away, slightly embarrassed. He held back a chuckle at that and quickly got into a conversation with her.
A small while later they got icecream, Y/n got, would you guess it, strawberry where as Jungkook got vanilla as they didn’t have much selection and he wanted to play it safe, when they sat down Jungkook decided it was time to start being more playful with the feline. While he distracted her with the typical
“Look over there!” He stole a mini spoonful of her ice cream and as she turned around confused, a betrayed expression adorned on her face before she stole her own scoop, they playfully bickered the whole time until they finished and threw their icecream cups away.
There peaceful walk was interrupted when Y/n decided to properly get back Jungkook for what he started earlier that hour and played the exact same trick on him
���Oh my gosh look! Look over there!” Before her feline eyes narrowed slightly and she pounced, straight onto Jungkook back as he stumbled from the surprise and yelped before laughing uncontrollably, Y/n following suite completely forgetting she was currently on his back as his hands moved behind him to hold her up by her thighs even if she didn’t need it by the vice grip of her legs around his slim waist and her arms around his neck.
Y/n hadn’t even realised her claws were out when she was holding onto the curve between Jungkooks shoulders and neck and slightly digging them in. She hadn’t meant to grip tighter when he had stumbled from the blissful laughing and without either of them realising one of her sharp claws pierced into his skin, not that he had even noticed, roughhousing with the predators in his pack and his obsession with tattoos and piercings left him immune to the slight pain.
It was only when they calmed down slightly and Y/n slid off Jungkooks back to look at him that her expression completely dropped into one of regret and worry, panicking about the harm she’d inflicted
“I’m so sorry, Kook I didn’t mean too-“ as she rushed forward, breathing heavier, hovering her fingers above the wound and as he cut her off she did the same, just not how either expected it.
“Just a little pinch its okay I didn’t even noti-“ his words got caught in his throat as by some unaccounted instinct Y/n pulled him down so she could reach the wound trickling a small amount of blood and brought her mouth closer to him, Kook froze at the tongue that darted out to remove any blood and start the healing process of the wound, Y/n couldn’t even process what she was doing as something in her overpowered her usual mind and felt as though it was controlling her, she finally pulled back when the bleeding stopped and looked up at him before coming back to her senses. Both of their scents sweeter than usual.
Jungkook knew she would run at the realisation and so he grabbed onto her waist and instead thanked her, thanked her both minds, her feline mind and her usually conscious human mind.
“Thank you, it’s all better now” He knew thanking her would calm her and she wouldn’t feel so bad, she was only helping it was her instinct and showed her comfortablility with him, she didn’t mean to do something usually so intimate.
She slightly calmed before pulling away with a slight frown “I’m so sorry it was inappropriate and I promise I didn’t mean too-“
“Y/nie, it’s okay, stop being sorry” - Jungkook smiled brightly at the girl as her worries slightly eased before they both went on with their time in the park until Jungkook walked her home and had to say goodbye. What neither of them realised is that the wound was right by Jungkooks scent gland so while Y/n cared for the wound, she unintentionally scented him and that would be the centre of attention when he got home.
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As Jungkook walked through the front door, one of his mates closest to him flew up at the sweet strawberries that flooded in with their youngest mate, Jimin rushed towards Jungkook at the addicting scent and buried his nose in the source, Kook stood confused until Jimin answered his unspoken question
“Y/n scented you?” - At this the rest of the pack flossed in until they could all smell the sweet scent mixed in with Jungkooks fresh linen scent. Jungkook was confused for a slight second before touching the wound on his neck and having a quick realisation hit him, face contorting to one of knowledge. The pack looked at him expectantly, all urging to bury their faces into the sweet scent on their mate, the happy scent.
“We were playing and Y/n accidentally got me with one of her claws and seemed like she couldn’t help it when she started to treat it… you know?” Kook bashfully explained each mate adorning different thoughts and questions
Yoongi stalked towards the bunny and pulled at the collar of Jungkooks shirt to get a better look and running a finger over the wound before grumbling a tired “She did do a good job at treating you” clearly just woken up from a nap but also intrigued, praising you, waking up fully at the scent that hit him when he pushed on Kooks scent gland.
It was then that the boys decided they would have to meet you sooner because this scent that covered Jungkook was making them all a bit swoon, Jimin, being the first to see Kook, decided he would come to the gym with his mate the next day, to meet this Y/n.
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The next day, as planned, Jimin joined Jungkook in his trip to the gym and as planned, Y/n would arrive about 10 minutes after them, as beautiful as always and Jimin swore his jaw dropped to the floor at the sight of her, he was visibly in awe as she bounced over to Jungkook, waterbottle in hand and immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, initiating a tight hug where she tried to secretly inspect the pierced skin she tried to heal the day before.
Y/n was so happy to see Jungkook she hadn’t even noticed the devilishly beautiful blonde next to him, smirking at the two before smiling softly at her. Her heartbeat sped up and her meek behaviour made a speedy return before Jungkook placed a hand on her lower back
“Y/n this is Jimin, he’s joining me today” he smiled softly at her as Y/n stuttered out a hello like a deer in headlights before taking in his breathtaking features and the white ears and fluffy tail, remembering he is an arctic fox hybrid and immediately being mesmerised by him
“Hi Y/n, it’s so nice to finally meet you, Kookies told us all about you” Jimin tilted his head slightly with his wide smile and slight chuckle at her expression, she was confused because just like with Jungkook, she felt a pull to him which lead to the conclusion in her head that maybe she should be more open quicker, it worked out so well will with Jungkook.
“It’s nice to meet you too, Jungkook told me about you and your other mates too” Y/n let out shyly, looking up at the new figure as she fidgeted with her hands behind her back.
Their meeting was short but Y/n excused herself quickly to go somewhere and while Jimin grew a bit sad, scared he had drove her away, Y/n pushed away her fears and ran to the store outside the gym, buying another water because she realised, she had brought Jungkook one but Jimin might not have one and that’s not fair. So to start their friendship the same way hers and Kooks started, she came back into the gym, nervous again.
She approached the two again and this time stood infront of Jimin, offering the water bottle to him as she bashfully explained that “well I always bring Jungkook one and I didn’t know you were here so I wanted to bring you one too I hope that’s okay-“ her rambling was cut off by the bright smile of her acquaintance, who, being one of the touchiest members of the pack gently held her hand as he thanked her, causing her to grow red and sweetening her scent as she looked away And shyly smiled before quickly making her way back to Sana.
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When the two returned to the Bangtan house, the pack all swooned at Y/n’s kind antics as she went out of her comfort zone for Jimin and they all quickly realised, there was definitely meant to be more between them all, it was fated, they had to meet her and soon.
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Just a quick note, thank you for reading! This is my first fic and honestly hasn’t been proofread so if there’s grammar and spelling mistakes please excuse that, I hope you enjoy it sorry it’s a bit of a slow burn in this chapter but more members will be introduced quickly in the next chapter
Feel free to ask questions !
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purpleyoonn · 1 year
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Secret Story of the Swan
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one shot (a shorter one)
summary: You were staring into the stream, contemplating life when someone decided to take matters into their own hands. 
genre: yandere, poly, mates au, bts au, hybrid au, mafia?au, 
pairing: hybrid mafia bts x human reader
main masterlist // one shot masterlist 
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You had spent mere minutes, hours even, trying to figure out how you had even managed to get into the position you were in.
It didn’t make sense.
One second you were dipping your toes into the water streaming down the bank, and the next you were pushed into the ground, lips nipping at your neck and tongue soothing the sting. You could hear thunder rolling in, the vibrations felt from within the ground as you laid against the underbrush.
“Jungkook! Did you find the –” Someone to the right ran up to you and the now-named man, his voice cutting off probably as soon as he caught sight of your…predicament. You couldn’t see anything past the riverbank to your left and the mane of fluffy, curly hair blocking the rest.
The man, Jungkook, kept licking at the part of your neck that connects to your shoulder, sometimes even dipping low enough to tongue at your collarbone. And for some reason, you didn’t mind, even relaxing into his touch. Like your body knew there was no danger present.
The large shirt you were wearing was now hanging off you shoulder, convenient enough for Jungkook but annoying for you as you could feel the twigs digging into the skin of your back. Your athletic shorts were clinging and digging into your thighs and butt as Jungkook pressed against you.
“Okay Jungkook, I think she’s been scented enough.” The same unseen man called out again, his voice much closer this time, probably only a few feet away as Jungkook mumbled something before slowly peeling himself off of you.
He didn’t leave your body entirely, his hands maneuvering you so you ended up in his lap, your legs hanging off his thighs so your feet were behind him, uncomfortably bent as your heels dug into the ground to give you some kind of grounding. His hands were splayed against your back, holding you to him and preventing you from leaving.
You were quiet as you turned your head to see the other man, the one who coaxed Jungkook off of you. He stood tall as he watched you, his eyes narrowing slightly before you noticed the slight uptick in his lip. Your attention went to his broad shoulders as he moved forward even more, now close enough where he could place his hand on Jungkook’s head, digging his fingers into the man’s hair.
A shudder ran through Jungkook’s body as Jin began to scratch at his ears, his leg wanting to shake from the pleasure alone. Jungkook and Jin had gone for a walk when Jungkook had caught the scent of another mate, the scent of soft lavender and crisp pine had called to him even from the other side of the small forest outside of Lake Cedar, the small town that became the nearest resting stop for visitors to the large mountain twenty-five miles ahead.
They lived at the base of the mountain, the two along with their pack had lived on the other side of the forest for years, not entirely good with human presence but accepting enough to help the random hiker every now and again.
You, however, were something different, something the swan hybrid couldn’t figure out. You scent smelt entirely too much of the forest, and your lack of material items meant you weren’t one of the normal hikers who ventured too far off the path.
Jin couldn’t help but watch as you tried to wipe Jungkook’s saliva off of your neck, the slightest bout of irritation moving up his spine. He would need to have you scented again, he thought. He couldn’t have you trying to leave without you smelling of nothing but his pack. Of him.
He was quick to put on a friendly face, smiling big as he crouched low to the ground, moving so he was face to face with you.
“I’m sorry ‘bout him. We couldn’t let a mate leave without meeting them first.” His words were vague enough to make you curious, but enough to create some rapport with you. He needed to build even the slightest amount of trust with you if he were to convince you to stay.
You had heard the word mate before, usually attributed to wolves who you know mate for life. Your brother had taught you enough to be wary of everything, including nice words coming from handsome men. Despite the less-than-ideal childhood you received, you couldn’t find anything within yourself that screamed ‘danger’ as you let Jungkook pick you up and begin to carry you.
Hybrids were not new to the world. They had existed almost as long as humans had, despite some people’s wishes to make you believe differently. Their animal like instincts and animalistic features separated them with a single glance. And despite growing up with them, going to school and having your best friend be a gazelle hybrid, there were some things that you as a human were not privy to know.
Mates were something to be held close to home. The only humans who knew of their existence were those who were mated to a hybrid. Jin knew this, as did the rest of his pack, and he had no problem telling you what was going on.
You were beginning to shake from the cold, the weather seemingly changing the second your small trio came upon the large cabin at the base of the mountain. You were in awe, your mouth open as your eyes scanned the property.
“You know, I should really be getting back home. I was only supposed to be on a quick jog.” You spoke up, getting a rumble from Jungkook, his mouth moving back to your shoulder and giving your skin a nip as he held you tighter. You narrowed your eyes at his actions, the shock wearing off as you tried to get out of the hybrid’s arms.
He wouldn’t relent as he carried you inside the large building, his hand staying on your waist despite your attempts to remove his arm, only receiving small growls in response.
“Please, why don’t you sit down? Is there anything we can get you? Water or a snack perhaps?” Jin spoke so sweetly, like his tongue was laced with crack as he floundered forward, gesturing to the large sofa that sat to your left. You couldn’t help but to just nod your head, moving to sit on the edge of the couch cushion.
You watched Jungkook leave the room, moving somewhere beyond your sight but you could still hear his footsteps. You looked back to Jin, his smile saccharine as he kept his eyes on you. 
He resembled princes of the past as he sat in the table on front of you, legs poise and back straight.
You wanted to decline every offer he threw your way, despite the comfortability you felt in his presence. Your mind was telling you to leave, eyes seeing red flag after red flag, horror movie-esque, but your body was relaxing into the cushions.
You could see his lips moving, the small smile to his lips as he spoke, but you couldn’t focus on anything other than how your body reacted to his presence. You couldn’t do anything about the calm feeling you felt, despite the horror moving throughout your brain. You couldn’t help but feel he was doing something unseen to you.
“What are you doing?” You asked him, a little concern lacing your own words as your body moved against you. He just quirked his eyebrow, a small uptick to his lip as he leaned forward.
“What are you talking about? I was just asking you whether you liked the couch? You seem to be relaxing into it?” If eyes were the window to the soul, you knew you were looking into the soul of something inhumane. You couldn’t explain it, but the unwavering glances and the inept smile had you wanting to pull back.
“Jin? What is that delicious smell—Oh, hello there.” You turned your head to see a man with a long, black tail coming around the corner, eyes locked on you as you sat further back into the cushion. Another hybrid. You wondered if this was a pack den you had just unknowingly been led to.
The panther had long-ish black hair, curly at the tips and fluffy in its entirety. You could just barely make out the black ears at the top of his head. He was lean and quiet on his feet, moving to sit right next to you.
“Yoongi, this is our dearest mate. Jungkook smelt her out as we were on our walk.” The look in Jin’s eyes as he talked to the new man had you second guessing his words. You knew when someone was lying, plain as day. You dealt with it every single day and you could tell just by the way he spoke; this man was up to no good.
“I see. Well, welcome home. The others are in the nest but should be out soon once they smell the sweet lavender.” Others? You had decided you had enough, not playing along anymore with their seemingly innocent act. You knew something was going on and you wanted to leave before you were stuck.
“I really do need to get—” You gasped out as you had fallen back onto the couch, your legs giving out from under you. You looked up again only for Jin to be standing in front of you, his hands on his hips as he coos.
It seemed his plan was working, so far.
They had known about you for weeks, had smelt your lavender and pine while out scoping the market. Namjoon had to hold Jimin and Jungkook back from jumping you then and there. You were human and this would take a little while for you to understand, no matter your own knowledge about hybrids.
However, Jin’s pack was different. Each of them had their own little…gift. Jin was the mastermind… who would ever think a graceful swan could cause such a ruckus? Jungkook was the brawn, getting them out of sticky situations and taking out “difficulties” whenever they saw fit. Yoongi was quiet on his feet, good for observing and bringing back information.
The others were not needed for this specific plan, given the sensitivity of this mission.
Jin’s own pheromones were enhanced to create body relaxing pheromones, and depending on the person, could cause full paralysis or simple weakness. He could change it at will which is why you went from being relaxed to paralyzed in seconds. He could see the fear in your eyes. Could see the cogs in your brain working overtime.
He knew you were observant, but he was surprised you were catching onto everything so quickly. You would be perfect in the business once they had you trained. Maybe Jimin would be the one to train you, he thought.
“Oh baby, don’t be scared. We will take care of you.” His pushed his calming pheromones out, the normal mate ones, as he moved forward to lift you in his arms. He could feel his wings scratching at his shirt, wanting to break free and wrap around you, keeping you hidden from the world.
You had tears in your eyes as you were lifted into Jin’s arms. You wanted to scream, demand for them to let you go, but you couldn’t walk and you felt yourself relaxing into his touch once again. You felt like you did when Jungkook had brought you to the ground. Like nothing was wrong.
“Oh baby,” Yoongi moved as well, kissing Jin sweetly on the lips before moving to place one on yours, his lips soft as they moved against yours, his hand cupping your cheek to turn your head to face him. “Maybe we should bring her to the nest, I think she could use some cuddling.”
Yeah, you thought. That sounded like a good idea. Cuddles were always nice. You didn’t even wonder why they were bringing you into their nest, something no one outside for a pack was to ever see, nor did you question it.
They did say you were their mate, you thought, so it would make sense as to why they would bring you to their nest. You hoped it was comfy, with lots of soft blankets. 
You blinked away a tear, confused on why you were crying in the first place. You could feel something in your mind trying to push its way to the front, but another breath in through your nose and it was gone.
“Do you wanna go to the nest, darling? Our other mates are in there. I’m sure they would love to give you some cuddles while Yoongi and I talk, hhmm?” Jin asked, knowing you were already under. He smiled bright at the small nod you gave him, a loopy smile on your lips as you move your head to nuzzle against his chest.
You opened your eyes next when you felt yourself being placed onto a soft cloud. Murmurs and whispers heard but ignored as you turned on your side to cuddle into the warmth on your right.
There were four people in this large bed, covered in blankets and pillows. No clothing was in sight and you briefly wondered why before the thought left your head. You felt safe and you felt happy. That was all that mattered.
“Alrighty, now I want you to help make our baby mate nice and warm. She was feeling a little cold earlier.” Jin spoke to his mates, seeing each one nod as they were already moving your way. His sharp tone was giving the real message: “keep her in the nest.” 
Jimin was the first to reach you, his lips already on yours. His kiss was soft and slow, trying to elicit response. He had been waiting for weeks to be able to have you in his arms. He knew his hyungs would bring you to him, that he had to be patient.
However, patience was not his strong suit.
He tugged you underneath him, hiding your clothed body with his own, bare skin brushing against cotton as he pressed himself against you. He held you to him, moving his cheek and chin along your neck and shoulders, scenting you.
They all agreed to wait a little bit before mating you, so this was the most he was allowed to let his instincts run. He felt your arms slowly move up to his neck, curling around so you were holding onto him.
“You like when we scent you, baby?” The man’s tone was sweet but held a teasing lilt as he pulled away a little. You whined at the distance, bringing him back down to you.
“I think she does, Jiminie.” You felt the bed move and warmth now enveloping you from all sides. “Don’t you, baby girl.” You can feel yourself nod, your vision was hazy at best and your body felt like it wasn’t yours. You felt that you didn’t have any control of your actions, but decided your body obviously knew what was best right now.
“Joonie, I think Jin might have pushed too much. She is so out of it right now.”
“It’s okay Taehyung. Jin already said that she was fighting it. She kept wanting to leave.” Namjoon had heard the small struggle you were having, wanting nothing more than to run to you and help calm you down, but he knew the plan. They were to wait in the nest, scent the blankets, and wait for Jin to bring you in.
They all knew how the outside world could be, the seven of them victims in more ways than one. They wanted nothing more than to keep you safe, and the humans you resided with were not that. Plus, who would know you better than your own mates?
You must have felt the same, in Namjoon’s mind, your eyes closed and your breathing soft and slow. You had fallen asleep under Jimin’s scenting, making the python hybrid extremely happy.
They knew you would be aware in the morning, once Jin’s pheromones wore off, but they would deal with that then. For now, they were content to scent you and hold you in their arms, in the safety of their nest.
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hongcherry · 7 months
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webisode: two || j.jk
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Jungkook speaks to you for the first time, and the outcome shocks him.
📸 Pairing: spiderman!Jungkook x girlfriend!Reader(afab)
📸 Rating/Genres/AUs: PG-15; fluff, strangers to lovers, SBaFL au, Marvel au
📸 Warnings: Bullying
📸 Word Count: 1k
📸 Timeline: Before Tangled Thoughts, Jungkook is not Spidey yet c:
📸 Author’s Note: This has been a long time coming! I'll try to work on more high school-related fics of this couple since a lot of you guys have been asking for them thru my SBaFL survey. I greatly appreciate all the great feedback I've gotten, whether through the form or on here directly! 💖
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“Jeon! You’re late!”
Jungkook scrambles to grab the camera bag from its cabinet. There’s a thin layer of sweat on his body from having run from the library.
“I-I’m sorry, Mr. Jay! I got caught up with ho—”
“I don’t want excuses, Jeon. I want pictures!” he exasperates while pointing to the door. “The play starts in seven minutes. You better haul it before they shut the doors.”
“Y-yes sir,” Jungkook exclaims before rushing out of the room.
Jungkook sprints through the halls, dodging students left and right. He wouldn’t consider himself completely non-athletic. He’s not as clumsy as he looks, and he can run a decent length without getting tired. However, he’s still grouped with the “weaker” students. He blames his narrow frame. 
Jungkook’s a few feet away from the auditorium doors when he suddenly trips over something. His body slides across the tiles, and there’s a small crack as his face collides with the ground. His vision is paired with an annoying new line now that his glasses lenses are cracked.
There’s laughter behind him as he staggers back up. He doesn’t need to look back to know his fall wasn’t accidental.
“Awh, even he’s falling for you, Flash,” one of the students chuckles.
Jungkook glares at them. He wants to scold them, but the play is about to start.
“Are you speechless over my looks too, Jungpoop?” Flash smirks.
Jungkook rolls his eyes as he turns to rush toward the now-closing doors. He doesn’t have time for a pointless argument.
“Wait! Please!” he calls out.
The doors keep closing.
Jungkook pumps his legs faster and shoves his foot in the small gap. He curses mentally as the door crushes his foot. Pain shoots up his leg and instincts make him want to cradle it. Though, he pushes past those feelings and shimmies his way in.
“Excuse me, thank you,” he mumbles hurriedly even though the student worker doesn’t help him or say anything. They simply stare at him blankly—bored and unbothered.
Must be working for extra credit or something.
Jungkook takes a seat in the back while he pulls out the camera. He messes with the settings for a bit before taking a test shot. However, he fails to remember the flash is on due to the dark setting.
Heads turn to glare at him at the sudden burst of light.
“Sorry! Sorry!” he whispers loudly and quickly turns the flash off.
“Dammit,” he huffs to himself as he readjusts his settings.
The house lights dim and music begins to play over the speakers.
Looks like he made it just in time.
He puts his student worker lanyard and the camera’s strap around his neck. Time to get to work.
He carefully descends the aisle, getting closer to the stage.
“Stop right there!”
Jungkook halts in his movements, glancing around to see who said that. Then he realizes it was someone from the play.
Jungkook’s gaze drifts to the stage and his heart stops.
It’s you.
Yn.
You’re the lead?
Jungkook watches you perform, amazed by your talent. You’re embodying your character well.
He had no idea you were going to be on stage.
He mainly knows you from class, but he’s also seen you in the halls occasionally. Your bright personality caught his attention, along with others. You’re not the most popular, but you’re definitely not a shadow either.
He’s never talked to you and doubts you even know who he is.
Jungkook has always thought you were pretty. Though, not only that, you were also top of the class. Brains and beauty.
And now, you’re a great actress? He wonders what you can’t do.
Once Jungkook finally snaps out of his surprise, he begins capturing photos. He moves to and fro of the stage, getting different angles. He finds a spot that provides a good view and makes a home there. He watches the play with rapt attention, taking a few pictures during interesting scenes.
Before he knows it, the play is over and everyone is taking a bow.
The house lights turn on and people start filing out of the auditorium.
Jungkook grabs his belongings and then follows the stream of others. He spots you in the corner surrounded by a handful of people.
People you seem unfamiliar with come and praise you, and as always, you give them your dashing smile.
Jungkook adjusts his camera settings and after a deep breath, makes his way toward you.
“Excuse me, Yn,” Jungkook hesitantly calls out.
You turn from your group of supporters. Your eyes shine so brightly that Jungkook feels his breath get stuck in his throat.
“Yes?” you respond politely.
Jungkook blinks rapidly. “I-I’m with the school’s newspaper. Can I get a p-photo of you?”
You smile and nod, then point to the flowers in your hands. “Should I give these to someone?”
Jungkook shakes his head quickly. “No, it’s okay. You look pretty with them.”
You raise an eyebrow at his comment, and it’s then Jungkook registers what he has said.
“I-I mean they look pretty! They’re nice flowers,” he corrects hurriedly.
You giggle. “They are.”
Jungkook nods but doesn’t say anything.
“Where should I stand?” you ask after a few awkward silent seconds.
“Oh! Over here is fine,” Jungkook points to a blank wall.
You move to stand in front of the wall and hold up the flowers. Tilting your head, you smile at Jungkook.
Jungkook’s heart is beating quickly as he snaps a few pictures. He just hoped his hands were stable enough; Mr. Jay will be more mad at him if his pictures turn out to be crap.
“Thank you,” Jungkook says.
You start walking slowly backward toward your friends and family.
“Anytime… Jungkook, right?” you question.
Jungkook nearly drops the camera at his name from your mouth. You know his name?”
“Y-yeah. You k-know me?” he stutters pathetically.
You smile kindly. “Of course. You’re the awesome photographer for our school’s paper,” you gesture to the camera.
“And,” you continue, “you’re in my chemistry class. You always get the questions correct.”
“R-right.”
Jungkook’s too stunned to say anything. He didn’t expect you to remember his name. After all, he’s never really spoken to you, let alone told you his name directly.
“I hope you liked the show. I’ll see you Monday,” you say with a wave, then turn away.
Jungkook’s delayed wave goes unnoticed, but he’s too amazed you know his name to care.
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A/N: Has anyone seen/played the new Spidey game? It's so amazing!!! I loved it so much! I'm also a big Venom fan 🤭
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gyunglitter · 7 months
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introducing𓏧
the losers club !!
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summary: just you dicking around with txt college!au besties
warnings: doja cat fandom slander, mentions of soobin's feet, mentions of bullying, cursing
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contrary to your group’s self-appointed nickname, you guys are actually well known (and liked!) on campus!! :D
you guys have NO IDEA as to how so many people on campus grew to like you and want to hang out with you
especially since you guys had a hard time in school before
but woohoo to not peaking in high school right?!
tbh, you guys are testaments to that second round of puberty nobody talks about
ya know, the glow up that happens after you graduate high school and get away from all the pricks you were forced to see everyday?
yup, you and your losers are finally thriving
besides when you’re dying bc of all your classes and tests
but yeah
while other ppl really like your group’s personalities
YOU GUYS ARE SUPER HOT TOO🤭
i mean, just look at y’all!
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[choi yeonjun]-
‘99 liner//junior
took a gap year before getting dragged back to go to school so he could learn to be a normal human being
did someone say IT BOY??
literally the girls and the gays are in love with this man
dance major and student athlete who unironically does zumba every saturday morning
had no social life in high school because kid was NEVER there
he was a bored only child, while his neglectful parents were filthy rich and figured their kid could do whatever he wanted to entertain himself
so what he wanted, they got it—including vacations
with him being gone so much, his classmates always wondered who this choi yeonjun guy was and how he could miss so much school while still passing
though the intrigue kind of stopped when he pulled up to school with the ugliest shoes to walk south korea
him and his obnoxious shoes gave a lot of people the ick :(
but never fear, yeonjun and his footwear are just ahead of their time!
(you can't say they are in quite yet, but they probably will come around some day!!)
yeonjun typically spent his days doing sports, travelling, and running away from talent scouts lmao
no idol life for him in THIS lifetime
but as life would have it, the man is too scrumptious to be out of the spotlight for too long
bc he became a model not too long after college started due to a school project photoshoot went viral on twitter!!
his twitter is a minefield while he reserves his insta for the wholesome content :)
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[choi soobin]-
‘00 liner//junior
glue of the group despite insisting how much he HATES y’all
broadcast and entertainment major so he can get into the entertainment industry and get the bts of moviemaking!!
(really just wants to meet all of his favorite voice actors tbh)
known for being the Ultimate Boyfriend™ despite never actually being in a relationship lololol
in middle school he got into anime, which was COMPLETELY normal! he actually made a ton of friends that way!!
at least until one of his friends came over and saw his body pillow collection
yikes :/
unfortunately didn’t take long at all for the whole school to find out, and then they never let it go
all the way up until he graduated high school :(((
it’s okay tho!
he had tons of online friends from going to conventions and stuff!!
but making irl friends was definitely hard for him when he got to college
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[choi beomgyu]-
01’ liner//sophomore
absolute MENACE to your little society
he’s the guy who gets whoever is in his company to unironically admit “last night was a movie”
music major studying composition while playing guitar in a band
the girlies are FAWNING
ppl are so in love with him because he’s so pretty
but then the kid opens his mouth :/
he was the most extroverted kid
which worked perfectly bc with his good looks and personality, everyone wanted to be his friend!! :D
but with high school, friends, and all his 100 extracurriculars
kid burned out by senior year :(
his last year of school, he totally ghosted his friends and stayed inside all day playing video games
(he actually got diamond 1 on LoL, boy is nothing if not determined)
eventually rumors went around that he got dropped and turned into a social outcast
but he didn’t really care since he was fine with rotting away the rest of the school year
by the time he got to college, he wanted nothing to do with things that would suck his already nonexistent energy
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[kang taehyun]-
02’ liner//freshman
the one that always has the braincell
and really wishes he didn’t so he could escape yall
stem major for engineering, which is just another one of his controversial choices (being second only to befriending yall)
everyone on campus knows him as that one guy you go to when you need the answers to your homework or your final
yeah, he’s selling the test answers on the black market :P
what? he’s in DEBT
he never gets suspected tho bc he alrdy knows all the answers, so why would he be involved with that??
but the rest of the town?
well, the town knows him as terry
mans is always seen at the gym and the club pulling without even trying
this is TOTALLY contrasting to his high school life, where he literally only gave his time of day to his studies
mans did not have TIME to hang out with anybody
bc of this, he became a bit of an easy target to the one-dimensional jocks that tried to use him to get them better grades :(
he was a small kid, so he got picked on and tossed around a lot :(((
it’s okay, since he’s buffer than them now!! >:)
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[huening kai]-
‘02 liner//freshman
maknae that’s more mature than ALL OF YOU
he acts like he isn’t, but kid grew up a MIDDLE CHILD between TWO SISTERS
they’d managed to craft the most perfect and thoughtful angel to grace south korea
except for his demonic laugh :/
but YOU GUYS LOVE IT!!
he’s coasting through college, wishing he could tell you what major he was
but boy is constantly changing it LMAO
he just loves learning about different subjects!!
not to mention he’s good at most things he tries
so he makes tons of friends!!
but he didn’t always :(
from middle to high school, he was THE band kid
he could play the guitar, percussion, trombone, and piccolo!!
so when little kai walked home in his minecraft hoodie carrying his giant instrument case
8/10 times kid would get pelted by eggs or something on the way home
good thing he had his trombone case to shield him!! :D
kai would also be insanely awkward and didn’t have good icebreakers besides his plushie collection
too bad that didn’t become socially acceptable for another few years
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[y/l/n y/n]-
‘01 liner//sophomore
ladies and gentlemen i give you
her
the group's resident photographer, despite the fact that you're SO HOT
you are beauty
you are grace
well, you are now
high school: not so much
you were LOSER #1 girlie ://
you were just a little slow to pick up on a lot of social cues and what was "cool" or not, making you prone to awkward situations and bullying
for example: pinky promises and saying “on god” was quirky and acceptable, but spit shakes were not
neither were bowl cuts
or pretending to drown at the school pool and see how everyone would react
like i said, you were behind on a lot
but what took you the longest to learn—the people you thought were your friends were no longer laughing with you and your unfortunately timed puns, but at you (and your unfortunately timed puns) :(((
but you digress, because your overactive imagination worked to your advantage of getting clout and a full ride scholarship!!
you���re an art major with a minor in photography, winning a national photography contest that got the attention of your college
your genius piece of "different kinds of falls in public", where you purposefully tripped people walking by you and taking photos of them, had won the heart of the public and the school board over to the point of them begging to have you!
your parents and teachers just wished you had the same genius outside of cameras--as you slacked off in every other academic aspect
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notes: enjoy me being unfunny but having a blast anyway! feel free to send in asks/requests regarding this fic. can't guarantee i'll respond to it, but i'd love to see what you guys think/want!
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btsfests · 6 months
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Please Note: This is not the full collection of AUs/genres we have on the list, but Tumblr is policing us on how many we can put!
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joheunsaram · 2 years
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Catch of the Century (Collab Masterlist)
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Hello everyone! Welcome to the stadium!
Take a seat and witness our very own Kim Seokjin knock it out of the park in his role as Worldwide Sporty Guy on his thirtieth birthday!
Isi (@raplinesmoon​), Ryen (@kithtaehyung​) and Mars (@joheunsaram​) are super excited to announce the masterlist for our first ever BTS 30 for 30 collab. We have gathered 30 phenomenal writers to showcase 30 sports celebrating Seokjin’s athletic prowess for his 30th birthday! 
Please see below the cut for details of the fics. All fics go live by December 15th so get ready to cheer and don’t forget to come back to read them!
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Cupid's On Holiday by @persephonesorchid Archery Seokjin x Reader angel au | smut, fluff, angst, humour You don't get it, you're a damn catch. Anyone would be lucky to have you. You're smart, you're tidy, hell you'd give up your own kidney to a homeless guy if he needed it that bad. So what the issue? Failed relationships, blind date after blind date, and now your friend's competitive archery teammate is telling you he's Cupid here to help you find your one true love. You're not that desperate. He could take those golden arrows and shove 'em.
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Subtle by @apotatomashedbybts​ Badminton Badminton Player Seokjin × Badminton Player Reader  strangers to lovers | angst, smut, fluff
Shelves full of trophies, albums full of newspaper cuttings, a loving family and a stellar reputation, yet you felt a piece of yourself missing somewhere. So after a lifelong affluent and unprecedented badminton career, at the timeless age of 65, 30 years after your retirement, you decided to write your autobiography. You gave yourself to the world and in return came accolades and controversies alike. But what came the most was questions about the most explicit chapter of your life, that you named Subtle.
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Turn Back Time by @raplinesmoon Baseball Baseball Player Seokjin x Doctor Reader time travel au | angst, smut, fluff, humour
After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?
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Technical Fault by @bangtansmauyeondan Basketball Basketball Coach Seokjin × Teacher Reader  coworkers au | fluff, angst
When one of your best students in class failed his mid-term exams, you only had one person to blame— Coach Jin. He thinks he's the king of the world— tall, handsome, brooding, borderline arrogant and seems to be always getting things done his way, but you are adamant to give him a piece of your mind. The only problem is that you easily get tongue-tied in his presence.
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Who's the Best? by @lokidow-strange-army Boxing Private Boxing Teacher Seokjin x Rich Uni Student Reader age gap | angst, smut
Power means money and money is power. Living out of your parents seemingly endless bank account as a grown women gives you as much power and freedom as you could desire. When your parents discover you have been spending their money on university classes and private boxing lessons instead of trying to court a husband, they threaten to cut you off financially until you get your act together. You have no intention of settling down anytime soon, nor do you intend on losing access to your parents bank account, so you make a plan on how to not lose either; one big lie that relies on you and your boxing teacher Kim Seokjin... That is if he'll play along. Fortunately you know how to rile this man up better than anyone else: first with money and food, then with teasing, taunting and a good old fashion competition.
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Almost in Love by @btsstan12 Cricket Seokjin x Reader fluff, angst, humour
Do you know what the saddest English word is? Almost. They almost cracked the code, they almost passed, they almost survived, they almost fell in love. When Jin left his old life behind to pursue professional cricket he didn’t think he’d ever return. But as fate would have it, he came back, just to have his life turned upside down. He knew this wasn’t an ‘almost’, not this time.
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Into The Rush by @sunshinerainbowsbts​ Dodgeball Seokjin x Reader best friend’s brother au | smut, fluff, angst, humour
When your best friend Taehyung tells you he has the perfect thing to help you get over a broken heart, you're surprised to learn he means dodgeball, the beloved game of sociopathic gym teachers everywhere. But even more surprising is the way you find comfort in the game, and so much more, as you fall into the rush with the help of another teammate - his brother, Seokjin.
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Allez by @hamsterclaw Fencing Seokjin x Reader competitive fencing au | smut
Seokjin’s the latest fencer to join your parents’ studio. He’s talented, beautiful and challenges you in ways beyond the foil.
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On Thin Ice by @mrworldwideshoulders  Figure Skating Figure Skater Reader x Figure Skater Seokjin enemies to lovers | fluff, angst, smut
Kim Seokjin is the image of the perfect figure skater – and he knows it. He’s got the skills, the talent, the looks – the only thing he’s missing is the matching gold medal. But when singles skating turns out to be too much for him to handle after an embarrassing mistake and a knee injury at the World Championship, his coach decides that his best chance at taking gold will be skating with a partner. That's where you come in. There’s only one problem: he’s damn near impossible to work with.
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Take the Bait by @aquagustd Fishing Fisherman Seokjin x Reader vacation au | smut
When you wake up on unfamiliar shores after a wild yacht party, the last thing you expected was to land in the home of the town’s very own urban legend; although he’s not as callous as the stories paint him to be and one look at his face has one horrible idea leading to another.
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Oh My Angel by @jeonspub Golf Golf Player Seokjin x Golf Player Reader strangers to lovers | fluff, angst, smut
Between seas, galaxies and the moon I was lucky I stepped on the same land, I dreamt under the same stars as you.
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Stick It by @otsukare--sope​ Gymnastics Gymnast Kim Seokjin x Kim Taehyung friends to lovers, hurt/comfort | fluff
Seokjin always sticks the landing. Always. Until a certain someone throws him for a loop - or just makes him miss one. (Alternatively, 3 times Seokjin nails the landing and the 1 time he doesn’t.)
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Bar Down by @ressjeon​ Hockey Hockey player Seokjin x Reader college au | angst, fluff, smut
Everything was going well, meeting Seokjin when he was a senior was the highlight of your freshman year. You love the stability now that you’re still his favourite after a year until rumours started where he’s apparently dating a renowned figure skater - whom you have known him to have a history with.
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The Torn Prince by @sugakookitty​ Mixed Martial Arts Lycan Seokjin x Human Female Reader enemies to lovers, supernatural au | angst, smut
Centuries ago, he was the crowned prince next in line to take over the throne, but he lost everything when he refused to dilute his bloodline with a human bride. The punishment was severe—an eternity plagued with an unbreakable curse. He’s out-lived his entire kingdom, and his kind is nearly extinct. The beast living within him longs for the perfect mate, but it can’t be you.
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Beyond the Flag by @underthe-northernlight​ Racing Racer Seokjin x Motorcyclist Reader enemies to lovers | action, fluff, angst
Kim Seokjin, declared handsomest raced in South Korea, triple crowned World Cup winner. Now he faces a challenge unlike any other; to get back behind the wheel before the next season or quit while he has his life ahead of him. After a major crash on the course, people start talking about his retirement but deep down Jin is still not ready to quit even though he might risk his life. A call from CIA agent Park Jimin persuaded him to uncover whatever Seoul’s biggest illegal racing community hides under the hood. (Y/N), the hard-headed motorcyclist helps him on the way to take back his confidence behind the wheel but will he be back before the next season?
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Swing by @shina913​ Rowing Seokjin x Reader college au, best friends to lovers | angst, fluff, smut
You and Jin have been friends for years. You’ve been in sync in almost every aspect of your lives–even scoring full-ride scholarships to the same university! You, based on academics and him, in athletics. Although you both said that your friendship would remain the same, changes were inevitable. You grew apart and watched your friendship wither until it was all but a distant memory. When you reach your senior year, he finds out that his scholarship is on the line and you are the only person he can turn to for help. Will you come to his aid for old time's sake?
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Other Half of My Heart by @onmypillow-onmytable​ Rugby Rugby Player Seokjin x Teacher Reader strangers to idiots to lovers | fluff, humor, angst, (implied) smut
After leaving the family business on the brink of turning 30, Seokjin is still trying to figure out where he truly belongs. Much to his family’s dismay, he’d rather stay at home playing video games or joining the scrum of the local rugby club, instead of planning his next move. That’s until he sees you, an ordinary elementary school teacher, at one of his rugby matches, and begins to think more seriously about his future for the first time. Will he make a try for you, or fumble the ball?
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Come Sail Away by @the-boy-meets-evil​ Sailing Seokjin x Reader idiots to lovers | fluff, smut, angst
Seokjin is (finally) exactly where he wants to be. he's got the perfect team and they're competing in the best regattas around the world. Nothing could burst his bubble. Until Taehyung ends up breaking his arm, that is. now Seokjin has two options. On the one hand, he can withdraw his team from the regatta this year, ignoring the fact that it only takes place every two years and he's not guaranteed to qualify again. or he can call you. He hasn't talked to you since university and he's not particularly looking forward to it now but he's desperate and you're the only replacement he knows that can fill in.
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Riding Fakie by @ugh-yoongi​ Skateboarding Seokjin x Female Reader humour, fluff, angst
The rules are clear: bring a date to your brother’s wedding or kiss your trust fund goodbye, which is fine except you hate your brother, so who better to scam into accompanying you than the obnoxious, immature skateboarder that lives to torment you? He’s got tattoos and a seemingly permanent black eye, and you’ve got a bone to pick—there’s no way you’re going to face plant.
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Wipeout by @yoon2k​ Snowboarding Debate Captain Seokjin x Reader college au, enemies to lovers | fluff, smut
You always thought that you could go toe-to-toe with Seokjin on anything—be it the debate team topics, witty insults, or plain bickering back and forth. But when your friends drag you both out to a ski resort for winter break, you realize his hidden snowboarding talent shows you up in ways that make even your frozen cheeks fume in anger. Even worse, you find out another secret about the Debate Team Captain—and this one heats you up in ways you never expected.
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A Game of Two Halves by @madbutgloriouspond​ Soccer Goalie Seokjin x Physical Therapist Female Reader angst, smut 
When Jin finds himself injured right before the most important games of the season, he starts to second guess himself and whether or not he’ll be able to bounce back in time.
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All You're Giving Me Is Friction by @hot-soop​ Surfing Surfer Seokjin x Lifeguard Reader fluff, angst
You’ve graduated! congratulations - you’ve got one thing checked off your parents ten year plan! Now all that’s left to do is start your dreary office job, drag yourself up the ladder to CEO, marry your (as yet unknown) dream guy, and carve out some time to pop out a few kids before your ovaries shrivel up… except all of that sounds horrendous, and you’d much rather spend the next three months at Hoseok’s beach house with your closest friends - relaxing, partying, and sleeping late while you still can. and it would be your last perfect summer break, if it weren’t for the most irritating man on the planet (and his chickens) living next door.
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The Restitution Coefficient by @effortandmore​ Table Tennis Seokjin x Namjoon fluff, smut
Seokjin has everything going for him. He was one of the youngest people to make VP at his company, at the top of his class in college, is a bit of a racquet sport savant, an excellent cook, and good-looking. Like, really good looking. According to people other than his mother, thank you very much. So, when things around him start to crumble because of one stubborn and annoyingly attractive client, he finds himself looking for vindication in a place he's sure he can’t be beat—the annual office ping pong tournament.
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Trade My Life by @btsmosphere​ Taekwondo Bodyguard Seokjin x Royalty Reader historical au, childhood friends to lovers | angst, action
Two children giggling in the corner of the dojang, trading equally in punches and hugs, everything a game. But that was long ago, and now that man stands day after day outside the door which separates your two worlds. is the throne really worth leaving the barrier unbroken?
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Double Fault by @joonscypher​ Tennis Pro Tennis Player Seokjin x Female Reader strangers to lovers | fluff, humor, smut
Working at a fancy rich people tennis resort means you run into your fair share of oblivious, privileged pricks. This year’s tennis tournament brings even more arrogant wealthy people, which includes international tennis champion, Kim Seokjin. You’d love to ignore him and go about your life as usual, but Seokjin has other plans - doing his best to ensure you can’t ignore him and maybe even…fall for him?
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All Rumours Are True by @biteofkookie​ Track and Field Seokjin x Reader enemies to lovers | fluff, angst
Seokjin lives and breathes track. it’s his last year and as the star player he’s intent on ending with a bang, but when he’s supposed to be focusing the most you come crashing into his life. You’re rude, entitled, practically everything he hates and now he is forced to spend every moment where he could be getting better with you.
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Ultimately Yours by @joheunsaram​ Ultimate Frisbee Seokjin x Resident Advisor Reader college au, exes to lovers | fluff, humour, angst, smut
Breaking up with Kim Seokjin might have been a mistake but when his stubbornness leads to him constantly creating messes for you, the only solution you can think of is finding another man. Good thing Yoongi is very agreeable, under the right threats.
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All Or Nothing by @magicshopaholic​ Volleyball Idol Seokjin x Best Friend OC idiots/best friends to lovers | humour, part of a series
Seokjin has nothing against playing a spirited game of volleyball, especially with his best friend on his team, until he notices you're high-fiving one of your teammates a little too much.
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Black Sea by @meirkive​ Water Polo Mermaid Seokjin x Reader college au, fantasy au, enemies to lovers | fluff, angst
Mermaids are assholes and Kim Seokjin, infamous captain of the water polo team of your college, is no exception. Handsome and full of himself to the point his ego probably needs a house of its own, much like the rest of his species, he believes he's better than humans and that he doesn't really need to get mixed with them other than for having fun at parties and to crush them during games. It's just your luck, then, when you have to work on a project with him for a whole semester.
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Babyface by @nabiolive​ Wrestling Pro Wrestler Seokjin x Non-binary Pro Wrestler Reader rivals to lovers | angst, hurt/comfort
An up and coming pro wrestling company hires you to work alongside Kim Seokjin—a rising star in the industry, and everyone's favourite heel. His arrogance is dashed when he discovers you are not only talented enough to rival his skills, but that he can't stop thinking about you.
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Thank you to all the writers for their hardwork and to you for supporting us! If you would like to be tagged in any of these fics please comment on this post so the writers that do tag readers are made aware!
Please reblog if you love Seokjin hehe 💕
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minisugakoobies · 1 year
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Into the Rush - Part One | KSJ
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Pairing: Seokjin x Reader
Genre: angst, fluff, smut, crack, Best Friend's Brother!AU, Dodgeball!AU
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: swearing, drinking, mentions of feeling rejected and unlovable, a little angsty but you know me, pansexual!Taehyung in the house, side VMin, Wooga Squad alert, Himbo NamKook alert, dance leader Hobi is reimagined here as a dodgeball team captain, implied sex, the smut is to come (heh) in part two
Word Count: 7.3K for part one; total wc tbd
Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me
Summary:  When your best friend Taehyung tells you he has the perfect thing to help you get over a broken heart, you’re surprised to learn he means dodgeball, the beloved game of sociopathic gym teachers everywhere. But even more surprising is the way you find comfort in the game, and so much more, as you fall into the rush with the help of another teammate - his brother, Seokjin.
A/N: Happy belated birthday, Jin! This was written as part of the Catch of the Century collab, hosted by MVPs @raplinesmoon @joheunsaram and @kithtaehyung!
Sooooo this underwent a few rewrites and then my life blew up as the December deadline got closer and then I decided to do Kinkmas because I'm just a gal who can't say no. I knew I could either rush to get this done, be upset at how shoddily written it is, and then hate myself for putting out something I wasn't proud of just to meet the deadline, orrrrr I could be kind to myself and recognize that I am a human and not a machine and sometimes despite my best efforts I fall short, and release it as a two-parter. Et voilà! Here is part one.
Unbeta'd as usual.
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“Dodgeball. You want to play dodgeball?” 
You stare at your roommate incredulously. Taehyung nods. 
“Dodgeball. The kids game? The beloved sport of sociopathic PE teachers everywhere? That dodgeball?” 
He can’t be serious. Neither you nor he are the athletic type. But from the solemn look on his face as you continue to sputter in surprise, you know he’s not joking. Taehyung is many things - an artist, a daydreamer, the kindest soul you’ve ever met and your best friend of five years and counting - but he’s not a liar. 
Still, when he’d walked into your room five minutes ago, yanked back the curtains to let the late-morning light in, and told you to get up because he had an idea, you’d assumed he’d wanted you to go with him down to the coffee shop on the corner so he could covertly admire his latest crush, the cute barista with the pink hair. Dodgeball was nowhere near the possibilities your mind conjured up. 
Taehyung sighs. “Yes. Dodgeball. There’s an adult league that plays at the rec center on Saturdays and I want to join. And I want you to join, too.” He flops down on your bed, nudging you over so he can lie next to you, ignoring your grumbles as you make room. “I think it would be good for you to get out a little. Get some fresh air.”
“I have plenty of fresh air,” you inform him, gesturing to your bedroom window, which is currently cracked about an inch. It might be spring, but the chill that clings in the air still feels like winter. 
“Uh-huh. Sure you do. But out of curiosity, when’s the last time you actually left the apartment, besides for work?”
“Um.” He’s got you there. Casting your mind back, you can’t even remember the last time you left the safety of your home to do anything other than clock in at the bartending job where you both work. “Does going to the mailbox count?”
It doesn’t, and he doesn’t even need to respond, just gives you his signature exasperated look, but the warmth in his brown eyes shimmers just beneath as always. “Pumpkin,” he begins, using one of the many silly nicknames he loves to address you by, knowing how much you hate cutesy stuff like that, “you can’t hide in here forever.” 
An instant rebuttal floats through your mind. You absolutely can hide in your room for the rest of your life, if you so choose. The internet brings the world to your fingertips. Everything can be delivered these days. Okay, true, you’ll still need to leave for work, but that’s only until you finish your novel and net yourself a publishing deal. Then you can quit your crappy bartending job, build yourself the perfect blanket nest, and become the hermit you were always meant to be. 
Joining a dodgeball team doesn’t fit into that plan. It’s going to require you to go outside. Outside is dangerous. 
Outside is where he is. 
At the sharp pang that stabs your gut, you turn to your roommate with a grimace. “I don’t know. I’m not really a… sports…person - and neither are you, frankly. And it’s a team sport, which means others will be relying on you. You really think this is something you can commit to? I mean, remember the gym?”
Last year, the two of you had joined a gym together at his suggestion, which you both had visited a grand total of one time. He later confessed he’d only signed up because a hot customer at the bar had convinced him to after a long evening of flirting. That short-lived commitment ended the moment Taehyung arrived at the gym and discovered that the hot patron’s promise to give Tae a full-body workout was not, to Tae’s disappointment, a euphemism, but only a sales pitch.
Again, Taehyung doesn’t respond to your question. Instead, he uses the one weapon in his arsenal that destroys you every time the two of you argue over what to do.
With a tilt of his head, Taehyung flashes you his big sad puppy dog eyes.
You sigh. “Goddamn it. Fine. Fine. Let’s play dodgeball.” 
Immediately, Taehyung’s countenance changes, a brilliant, boxy smile crossing his face as he grins at your caving. “Great! Sign-ups are actually this afternoon, sooooo… up and at ‘em, cupcake! Let’s get moving.” He jumps up, holding out his hands, and you begrudgingly let him pull you out of bed. “You’re definitely going to need a shower before we meet the other players.” 
“Have I ever told you how annoying you are?” you mutter as you follow him down the hallway towards your tiny kitchen to brew some coffee, knowing you’ll need the caffeine if you’re going to be socializing with strangers this afternoon. 
He beams again, tossing his dark bangs out of his eyes. “All the time.”
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The rec center is only a few blocks from your apartment, but you’d never stepped foot inside before Taehyung drags you down there to sign up for the league. Still, there’s a familiar scent when you walk into the building, the smell of rubber mats and sweat mingling together, stirring up memories of PE classes from grade school. The flashbacks make you shudder. 
Taehyung shakes you out of your memories as he steers you towards a folding table that’s been set up in the lobby. “Come on, we check in here.” A friendly woman in a purple tracksuit sitting at the table waves you over. 
“Hiya! Are you team leaders or free agents?” She laughs at your blank stares. “Okay, I’ll take that to mean you’re not here to sign up an existing team, but you’re free agents in search of a team to join!” 
“Oh, yeah, that’s us,” Taehyung nods sagely, as if he knew that. 
“Great! If you’ll just fill out these forms…” she hands you both a sheet of paper, “I will process your fees, and then I can point you in the direction of some teams looking to add some new players!” 
Forms? Fees? This is more complicated than you’d expected. You’d figured you’d just walk in and play, like joining a pick-up game of basketball or something similar that people who like sports might do. “So, um, how does this work?” 
The smile never leaves her face as Ms. Purple Tracksuit explains that you’ll be joining a team for the next ten weeks to play against other teams in a tournament ending in a championship match between the two best teams. “And the fee covers your uniform!” 
“A uniform?”
She leans forward, whispering conspiratorially. “Don’t get too excited. It’s just a t-shirt.” 
After you hand in your form and make Taehyung pay your fee, Ms. Purple Tracksuit tells you to head into the main gymnasium, where the team leaders looking for new recruits are waiting. There’s another dose of déjà vu as you enter the room to find several clusters of players standing around, sizing you up as you walk in. It reminds you of being a kid, waiting on the sidelines while the other kids whisper to one another about who to pick.
“Uh, this is a little intense,” you whisper to Taehyung, clinging to his elbow as he blithely strolls between the groups. “I feel like I’m being judged.” 
“Nah, this is a numbers thing,” he says. According to Ms. Purple Tracksuit, teams consist of six to ten players, so there’s a good chance you’ll be able to find a team together. If you’re picked at all, that is. “Whatever team needs two players will take us, I’m sure.” 
Your roommate just wanders through life with a natural confidence that you’ve rarely seen in others. You suppose it makes sense, given how handsome and talented he is. Still irks you a bit. 
“And what makes you say that?” You scan the room, taking in the other players. There are several others who wear similar expressions to your own, looking a little overwhelmed. It strangely gives you hope that you won’t be the only one here who doesn’t know what she’s doing. 
And then there are those who look like they live, eat, and breathe dodgeball, like the two tall, muscle-bound gods to your left, both wearing a shirt that says “Rock the Balls.” Team leaders, you assume. 
“Uh-huh, sure,” Taehyung replies distractedly, and you frown, following his gaze to see what caught his attention, since he’s clearly not listening, only to spy pink hair and a gorgeous smile that you recognize from your favorite coffee shop.
Grabbing his arm, you force your roommate to look at you as you hiss his name. “Taehyung. Tell me we’re not here because of that barista!” 
“Hmm?” Tae’s starry-eyed expression is all the answer you need. Of course. Of course he dragged you here so he could flirt with his crush. How did you not see this coming? “What? Noooo, I told you, I want to play dodgeball! But isn’t it a nice coincidence that Jimin is here?” 
“Right. Coincidence. You’re unbelievable.” With an exasperated sigh, you give him a push. “Well, go talk to your man. See if his team needs two new players.” 
Taehyung doesn’t need telling twice, happily bouncing towards the barista. And now you’re alone in a gymnasium full of strangers, feeling left out again. As you slowly revolve in place, looking for somewhere to hide and wait for Taehyung to return, one of the muscle-bound gods approaches. 
“Hey,” he says, giving you a little head nod. “You looking for a team?” 
Technically, you suppose you are, but you should probably see if Taehyung will be dragging you on to Jimin’s team with him first. But as you glance at the god, with his wavy dark hair and silver lip ring nestled in the corner of a pair of rather pink lips, you’ve the urge to say yes. He and his buddy are mind-meltingly hot. 
“I’m not sure. I’m here with a friend,” you finally respond. Super glad Taehyung forced you to shower today.
The god nods, eyes dragging over your frame. If you touched your cheeks right now, you’re pretty sure they’d be blazing hot under his gaze. “That’s cool. I’m Jungkook, by the way, and this is Namjoon.” He nods to the other god, whose lips quirk in a cool half-smile. 
“Sup,” he rumbles, jerking his chin in your direction. He runs a hand through his short, dark hair, fingers scratching over the lines buzzed into the sides. “We run Rock the Balls. And we’re looking for two new members.”
“Actually, that’s gonna be three new members,” a familiar voice declares behind you. Your eyes widen before you spin to find yet another handsome man behind you. But this one you know well.
“Jin-ah!” Throwing your arms around his neck, you attack Seokjin with a hug, grinning as his squeaky laugh echoes through the gymnasium. It’s been nearly a year since you’ve seen Taehyung’s older brother, but he looks mostly the same - the same warm brown eyes surrounded by ever-deepening laugh lines, the same perfect cupid’s bow twitching as he smiles as you. The only difference is that his hair is a little shaggier now, a fluffy brown cloud that bounces when you finally release him. 
“I could get used to a hello like that,” Seokjin grins.
“When did you get home?” you ask, vaguely aware that the gods have drifted away. “And what are you doing here?”
“Got in two days ago. I would’ve stopped by to see you and Tae-yah, but I needed to get my land legs back first.” Seokjin probably means that pretty literally, since he’s spent the last year on a research station in the middle of the ocean. As a marine biologist, he works at a local lab run by a federal agency, studying the effects of ocean pollution on various species of fish. Occasionally, he has to do field work, but this last round was his longest stint yet, taking him away from home for nearly twelve full months. “When I texted him this morning, he mentioned that he was joining a dodgeball team, and I… well, I had to check that out for myself.” You both laugh. “So I thought I’d surprise you.”
“You definitely did that!” you confirm. “I want to hear all about your research trip. Did you find anything interesting? Discover any new species?” You lean in excitedly. “Did you finally find some mermaids??”
Seokjin tuts. “Aish, how many times do I have to tell you, I’m not a deep sea diver, I’m just a guy pulling water samples off a dock?” 
“Yeah, whatever, Jin Cousteau.” 
He rolls his eyes. “I was really hoping that that nickname would’ve died out in the last year.” 
“Oh no, that one’s for life. And listen, you can downplay your job all you want, but I know the deal. You just can’t tell me anything because the government forces you to keep those secrets locked down. But I’ll get the truth out of you someday.” 
“Oh?” Seokjin cocks an eyebrow. “And just how d-”
“Hyung!!” 
“Oof!” Seokjin grunts as your roommate launches himself at his brother, tackling him in a bear hug. When the affectionate embrace becomes a wrestling match in the middle of the gym, you feel a presence at your side, and turn to find Jimin and another man watching the melee with a surprised look on their faces. 
“Don’t worry,” you reassure them, “they’re always like this.” 
“Uh, okay,” the barista chuckles. “Um, I wanted to introduce you to my friend, Hoseok. Hoseok-ah, this is YN, Taehyung-ah’s roommate.” 
“Hey.” The other man grins a smile that can only be described as a beam of pure sunshine, and you wonder if this dodgeball league is for models only, because you’re basically surrounded by nothing but gorgeous people.  
“Hi. Um, and that is Seokjin, Tae-yah’s brother,” you gesture to the skirmish. 
“Mmmice to meet eww!” Seokjin’s response is a little muffled by Taehyung’s armpit, but he manages to wave. 
“Hyung, why didn’t you tell me you were going to be here?” Taehyung whines.
“Anted oo urprise!” Seokjin finally untangles himself from his brother’s headlock. “Wanted to surprise you,” he says again, more clearly. 
“We’re starting a new team, and we could use three players, if you’d all like to join us?” Hoseok asks. 
“Are you sure you want this on your team?” you reply, gesturing to Taehyung and Seokjin.
“I think we can handle them,” Jimin grins, and Taehyung’s smile turns blinding. “Besides, we could use that energy on the court!” 
“Yeah,” Hoseok agrees. “Also, we’re a brand new team, so we’re desperate!” 
“That’s my favorite word.” Seokjin’s shoulders shake as he cracks himself up. “We’re in!”
Hoseok smiles. “Fantastic. Welcome to the Seven Slamurai!”
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Once you’ve finished signing up for Hoseok’s team, you, Taehyung, and Seokjin decide to grab some dinner together. Another thing about Seokjin that hasn’t changed during his time away is his voracious appetite, so you take him to an all-you-can-eat bbq restaurant not far from the rec center. 
As the soju starts flowing and the plates start piling up, Seokjin tells you about his year on the ocean. He starts out with a disclaimer, warning you that his research isn’t interesting, and he’s not entirely wrong. Most of it goes over your head, since it’s been years since you last took a biology course. But it’s not really what he’s talking about that keeps you focused on him, it’s how he talks about it that holds your attention. You’re fascinated by his passion for his work. His dedication to studying ocean life in order to preserve and protect it. It makes you wish you had a cause of your own to defend.
And then, of course, as the liquor catches up with him, he tells you all the gossip about the other crew members on his station - the hookups, the fights, all the little scandals that brought the drama to the high seas. Seokjin’s always been a good storyteller, knowing just what to say to keep you and Taehyung laughing.
“But what about you?” you ask when Seokjin pauses to stuff some pork belly in his face. “Did you have any flings with any of the other scientists? Hmmm? Dip your fishing rod in company waters?” 
“Gross,” Taehyung mumbles around a mouthful of beef bulgogi.
Seokjin shakes his head. “Nah. I didn’t click with anyone there like that. Honestly, we spent so much time together each day that by the end of it, I was dying to get away from most of them, which was really hard to do since we were basically stranded together in the middle of nowhere! So I spent a lot of my downtime hiding in my bunk, reading old research papers that I found in the station’s library.” 
“You read research papers for fun?” Taehyung looks horrified. 
Downing another shot of soju, you lean towards Seokjin, licking the peach-flavored drops from your lips. “Come on. You’re telling me you went an entire year without hooking up with anyone? Not even a little making out?” 
“Nope.” Seokjin pops the ‘p.’ At your incredulous look, he laughs, lifting his shoulders. “What? A year’s not that long! I made it just fine.” 
“Yeah,” Taehyung agrees, “it’s not that long. Besides, he was probably jerking off nonstop.” 
Soju flies out of Seokjin’s nose as you and Taehyung burst into raucous laughter. Seokjin scolds his brother, who argues back as he always does, telling the elder to loosen up, while you sit quietly, chin in hand, smiling to yourself as you watch the fireworks, realizing how nice it is to have Seokjin home again. 
He and Taehyung are pretty much a package deal. You’d met Taehyung first during your senior year of college. At the time, Seokjin was finishing up his graduate program at the same school, and his plans to move out of his and Taehyung’s apartment upon graduation and roll right into some field work had Taehyung feeling like he was being left high and dry. You’d ended up becoming Taehyung’s new roommate that summer, and then it had turned out that Taehyung’s worries were all for naught, because Seokjin still spent most of his free time hanging out at his (now your) place, anyway. 
You didn’t mind then and you don’t mind now. Seokjin’s a good balance to all of Taehyung’s extremes. Where Taehyung has his head in the clouds, Seokjin’s feet are firmly planted in the ground. Taehyung can be mercurial, even flaky sometimes, but Seokjin’s rock-steady.  They’re not complete opposites in everything, though. Just like his brother, Seokjin has a big heart. 
Once Seokjin runs out of steam, Taehyung shrugs. “I’m just saying, being with someone isn’t the only way to be satisfied. Just look at me. I’m single and I’m happy.” 
He looks almost smug as he states this, and something inside you snaps. The last thing you want to hear from Taehyung is another speech about loving yourself. You’ve heard plenty of those over the last few weeks. You do love yourself. 
You just wanted someone else to love you, too.
Pointing your chopsticks at him, you frown. “Oh, please don’t start! One, you were just dating a guy last month, so it’s not like you’ve gone an entire year without being with someone, and two, you literally just dragged me onto a freaking dodgeball team so you could start dating another! So I don’t want to hear any platitudes about embracing your singleness or anything like that.” 
Taehyung is silent for a moment after your outburst. “Sorry,” he finally says, poking at the remains of the kimchi on his plate. “I wasn’t thinking.”
Seokjin’s gaze bounces between the two of you. “I feel like I’m missing something.” 
Taehyung sees you nibbling on your bottom lip and he turns to his brother. “I can explain. Buttercup here-”
“Buttercup can speak for herself,” you interject, “and don’t call me that.” With a sigh, you slug back another shot of soju and look at Seokjin. He’s waiting patiently to hear what you have to say. “I was… kinda seeing someone a few months ago. And I thought that I had something with them, and it turned out that I was wrong. They didn’t feel the same way I did, so…” You trail off, not sure how to say ‘so I spent the last few months crying in my room over a broken heart.’
Luckily, Seokjin spares you this confession, nodding sympathetically. “I gotcha,” he says simply, and you nod back, stuffing some rice into your mouth so you don’t cry at the warmth in his expression. 
“I don’t know why you’re being so cryptic about who it was,” Taehyung frowns. “She’s talking about Yoongi.”
Something passes over Seokjin’s face quickly, so fast you almost miss it as you smack your roommate on his arm. He yelps in shock.
“What? He was going to find out eventually, they’re best friends!” 
You know this, but it doesn’t make you feel any better. Seokjin is actually the one who introduced the two of you, at the party he threw before he left for his research trip. You remember that night very clearly, can close your eyes and picture Yoongi standing there, with silver hair and silver hoops in his ears, dark cat eyes shimmering as Seokjin gave him your name, and you feel that same swoop in your stomach as you did then. Only now it comes with a painful twist of your heart as well. 
Falling for Yoongi happened so quickly. You’d immediately bonded over a shared love of hip-hop and whisky, spending the party huddled together on the couch, snarking over Seokjin’s music collection and liquor selection, talking until the sun came up and Seokjin started throwing everyone out. As you left, you’d asked Seokjin for Yoongi’s number. But before you even entered it into your phone, a text appeared from Yoongi himself. He confessed he’d asked Seokjin for your number as well.
“I haven’t talked to Yoongi-yah in a while.” Seokjin glances at you. “You know how hard it was for me to keep in touch. There’s no cell phone reception in the middle of the ocean, and the internet seemed to come and go at will. At least I heard from you two occasionally, but I didn’t hear from Yoongs except on my birthday, and we didn’t… you didn’t come up.” He looks apologetic as he says those last words, and your heart pangs again.
“It’s okay, why would I have?” you snort. “Like I said, it turned out to be a big bunch of nothing between us.” Despite what you thought. What you felt.
A server appears at the table to drop off the bill, and you welcome the interruption, wanting to go home and crawl into the safety of your bed again, feeling like it was a mistake to leave in the first place. Taehyung and Seokjin fight over who is going to pay, with Taehyung winning, practically throwing his card at the server, but you’re too distracted by your thoughts to enjoy the scene. 
Texting with Yoongi had turned into late night conversations. Going to concerts and bars to check out new musicians, doing whisky tastings and visiting distilleries. It felt like you were glued at the hip for a few months, and the more you got to know him, the harder you fell. Like the way you fell into his bed, over and over.
But nothing sticks out in your memory more than that last night, the last time you saw him, when you finally found the courage to tell him how you felt. You’ll never forget the sad look on his face. It told you everything you needed to know before he even spoke.
“Buttercup?” Taehyung’s voice pulls you from your reverie. “You ready to go?” He and Seokjin are staring at you, both on their feet already, waiting to leave. 
With a nod, you rise, and follow them out into the night. 
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Despite the name, the Seven Slamurai consists of nine players. (When you asked why, Jimin rolled his eyes and said he’d tried to argue with Hoseok over the moniker, but Hoseok was insistent that the name stay true to his favorite movie.) In addition to Hoseok, Jimin, Seokjin, Taehyung, and yourself, there are four others at your first practice session on Monday night at the rec center - Wooshik, Sunghwan, Seojoon, and Hyungsik. You exchange a few quick greetings with your new teammates before Hoseok gestures for you all to sit on the bleachers. 
“Welcome everyone to our first team practice!” Hoseok smiles, clapping, and you lightly clap along until you realize no one else is. “Before we do some warm-ups, I thought I’d take a minute to explain the rules of the game, for those of you who haven’t played before.” 
He launches into an overview of the sport. Most of it is familiar from your school days, but there are a few things that are new, like something about a rush, and a neutral zone, and a burden ball? You glance around to see if anyone else looks confused. Most of the new guys wear bored expressions. It’s safe to assume they’re experienced players. To your left, Taehyung is whispering something to Jimin, completely ignoring Hoseok’s spiel. 
At least Seokjin, on your right, seems slightly dazed by the long list of rules that Hoseok’s rattling off. Now that you think of it, you’ve never seen Seokjin in any athletic context. As far as you know, he doesn’t play any sports, just like you and Taehyung, and he’s not a gym rat. So you have no idea what to expect from him on the court. Maybe he’ll be just as awkward as you’re expecting to be. 
“Any questions?” Hoseok finishes up. There’s a moment of silence from the group, and then he claps his hands. “Okay! Then let’s warm up a little.”
You move from the bleachers to a mat on the floor and Hoseok leads everyone through a series of stretches. It’s been a long time since you’ve done any, so you’re not surprised when your toes remain fully out of your reach. Jimin, on the other hand, has folded himself in half, forehead practically touching the ground as he holds on to both feet. Turning to Seokjin to make a comment, you’re surprised to find him in a similar position.
He catches you looking. “Yoga,” he explains with a wink. 
“Damn. Maybe I should start,” you grunt, giving up. 
“The games are played with teams of five, which means we’ll have four alternates for each match,” Hoseok explains once everyone’s limbered up. “For today, I’d like us to run through a practice game, four on each side. I’m going to stay out and watch, to help me get a feel for who might be a starter and who might be an alt.” 
The group splits in half, with you, Taehyung, Seokjin, and Jimin on one side, and the rest on the other. Hoseok stands at one end of the line in the middle of the court, where six balls lie waiting. 
“Okay, ready, set!” And with a sharp blast of the whistle hanging from his neck, Hoseok brings the game to a start. 
Immediately, Jimin and Taehyung run forward towards the center line, reaching for a ball each, while the other team mirrors their actions, rushing forward. But you? You freeze in the scramble, hands automatically coming up to shield your head. And as the first balls fly towards your side, you scream. 
And so does Seokjin.
“Shit!” you curse as one of the rubber balls bounces off your arm. That’s definitely going to leave a mark. 
“Fuck!” Seokjin yelps as he’s smacked in the shoulder by another ball. 
Tweet!
The action stops as Hoseok blows his whistle. His sunny smile is gone, replaced by an intense look, eyebrows furrowed, mouth turned down. It’s intimidating, especially since it’s aimed directly at you.
“That was… not bad,” he says slowly through gritted teeth, speaking as though the words hurt him. “But maybe this time, you two should try joining the opening rush? Remember, no one can throw a ball at you as long as you’re in the neutral zone, so you’ll have time to grab and get back out of the line of fire.” 
He glances from you to Seokjin, who nods as you grin in embarrasment. Great, you’ve already been identified as a weak player. You were hoping you could at least pretend to know what you were doing for a little while. Fly under the radar.
Taehyung wraps an arm around your waist. “Come on, ladybug, it’s not that scary. You just gotta jump in. Don’t think, just go.” 
You shake him off with a scoff. Easy for him to say. You saw the way he was running around the court a minute ago, taking to the chaos like a duck to water. Should’ve known he’d turn out to be a natural athlete on top of all his other annoyingly amazing traits. 
The game restarts, and this time you make an attempt to run towards the center line, but still hesitate, flashbacks of being pelted with balls running through your brain. Why did you agree to this? You always hated dodgeball in school! 
Seokjin, on the other hand, joins Jimin and Taehyung at the line, and scoops up a ball before dashing back to where you’re frozen. The balls start flying again, and once again you’re out before anyone else. After a few more minutes, Hoseok ends the play. 
“That was better!” he nods. “But let’s try it again, and this time maybe you can make it all the way forward, huh, YN?” His tone is encouraging, but his smile seems strained. 
As you shuffle back towards the end of the court, you nudge Jimin. “Is Hoseok okay? He looks a little stressed.” 
Jimin shoots you a lopsided smile. “He’s trying not to be as… intense… as he usually gets. We got kicked off our last team because he went a little overboard with his, uh, enthusiasm during the practice matches.” 
The whistle blows before you’re ready, and you decide to take Taehyung’s advice, so you bolt forward without thinking, snatch up a ball, and then back away, not wanting to turn your back to the men behind you. In doing so, you catch Wooshik’s eye, and he grins coldly, winding up. 
“Shit!” you yell, jumping out of the way in time. Taehyung dives in to catch it, sending Wooshik out of the game. But you’re not safe, as Seojoon takes aim next. Seokjin is next to you, trying to decide where to throw the ball in his hand, so you duck behind him, mimicking his movements. Eventually, he realizes he has a shadow.
“Are you using me as a human shield?” He bobs to the left. You follow.
“It’s not my fault you’re so broad!”
Seokjin honks a noisy mix of delighted laughter and insulted exclamation. Seojoon tires of waiting for you to emerge from behind Seokjin, so he pitches the ball forward, a low toss heading for Seokjin’s legs. Seokjin bends gracefully to catch the difficult throw, taking Seojoon out of the game, and as Seokjin doubles over, you snap the ball in your hands towards Hyungsik, hitting him directly in the side. Another ball rolls towards your feet, so you scoop it up and nail Sunghwan dead center of his chest.
And with that triple play, your side wins, with all four players still in.
There’s no whistle to end the game, as Hoseok’s mouth falls open, gawking wide-eyed at you. “She’s a sniper,” he whispers in an awed voice. Everyone turns to stare at you. 
“What?” you ask, looking around. “What did I do now?” 
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According to Jimin, it’s tradition for the dodgeball teams to go out for drinks after practices and matches, so after hitting the locker room, the nine of you meet up at the Pied Piper, a quiet bar around the corner from the rec center. Thank god Taehyung convinced you to bring a change of clothes. You’d foolishly assumed you wouldn’t break a sweat, but you sure as fuck had.
Since the rec center isn’t that big, the practice schedules are staggered out, with only two other teams meeting on Wednesday nights - the Dodging Divas and Rock the Balls. By the time your team arrives at the bar, the others have already claimed most of the tables. As Taehyung and the others push the remaining tables together, Hoseok, Seokjin, and you sidle up to the bar to start ordering drinks. 
Once the bartender drifts away to start pulling drafts, Hoseok turns to you with a bright smile. “Congrats, the two of you are definitely going to be starters.” 
To say you’re surprised would be an understatement. 
“Me? Really?” you squeak, glancing at Seokjin, who also appears dumbfounded. “Why?” 
Hoseok leans against the bartop. “Look, I’ve been playing this game for long enough to know a strong arm when I see it,” he declares solemnly, tapping your bicep with two fingers. “I think with my help, you could be one of the best snipers out there. As for you,” he nods at Seokjin, “I think your flexibility is going to come in handy, like it does for Jimin. Also, I saw the way you two were working together on the court. If we can hone your skills, you’ll be an unstoppable duo for sure.” He grins. “The rest of the league won’t know what hit them, when the Seven Slamurai come through.” 
The bartender returns with the first three beers of your order, and Hoseok carries them away with another nod, leaving you and Seokjin staring at each other in silence. 
Then you both burst into laughter. 
“Is he for real?” Seokjin asks, eyebrows raised. The bartender sets more glasses in front of you, and he grabs one, taking a long sip. 
“I think so. I got the idea from Jimin that dodgeball means a lot to him, but wow. What he said is absolutely ridiculous, and yet… I do feel oddly inspired.”
“I know what you mean.” Seokjin grins. “Should we correct him, though?”
“About what?”
“Us working as a team. We weren’t working together so much as you were hiding behind me.” 
His grin turns teasing, and a retort builds itself on your tongue. But before you can fire it off, a figure at the other end of the bar catches your eye. One of the Rock the Balls gods. Namjoon, maybe? He nods at you, dimple popping as his lips curl into a slight smirk. You blink, then raise one of the glasses of beer in his direction.
Seokjin follows your gaze. “Friend of yours?” 
“Not really. One of the other teams’ leaders. We met at the sign up.” 
Seokjin hums, giving Namjoon a second look. He taps the bartop while you help yourself to one of the pints. “Hey, so what you were talking about at dinner the other night… about Yoongi? I just wanted to say I’m sorry.”
You should’ve known the subject would come back up. With a little shrug, you attempt a grin, but only succeed in a grimace. “You don’t have anything to apologize for.”
“I know. But I’ve also been where you are, having feelings for someone that go unreciprocated, so… I’m sorry. I know it hurts.” He pauses, gaze locked on the glass in his hand. “For what it’s worth, I think he’s a total idiot.” 
“I’m not going to argue there,” you quip, letting out an airy laugh. "But I'm the one who imagined the whole thing, so really, I'm not any smarter."
He looks at you then, a sober expression on his face. “I mean it. He’s the idiot. Not you. So just - just don’t let his stupidity have any bearing on how you might think about yourself, okay?”
You blink, wondering if you’ve suddenly gone completely transparent, because he’s seeing right through you. How are you not supposed to take Yoongi’s rejection as proof that you’re unlovable? If you were lovable, then wouldn’t he love you?
“I… okay.” Nodding, you reach for the glasses that have been sitting in front of you for a few minutes. “Um. We should probably get these to the rest of the team before they get antsy.” 
Taehyung pats the seat next to him when you return to the group, and Seokjin takes the empty seat on your other side. “Hoseok just told us the good news,” he informs you, happily grabbing one of the beers in your hand. 
“What, that Jinnie and I are gonna be starters?” 
“That we are gonna be starters! You, me, hyung, Jimin-ah, and Hoseok-ssi.” Taehyung beams brightly as Jimin leans across him at the mention of his name. “He said we’ll work on our teamwork next practice, so we’re ready for our first match next weekend!”  
“Oh! Well, damn, look at us go!” You lift your glass and everyone else does the same. “Cheers!” 
“To teamwork!” Seokjin adds, eyes crinkling as he clinks his glass against yours. You grin back before taking a big sip. Maybe you’ll survive this season after all.
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You’re not going to survive this season. 
“Come on! Faster!”
A shrill whistle blast sounds as you hit the wall, spinning around before running back towards the center line. It’s Thursday night, so you’re at practice again. Your team has been running drills for only ten minutes now, but you’re pretty sure you’re going to die, panting terribly as your toe hits the crosses the line.
“Pick it up!” Hoseok yells as you spin again, heading back for the end of the court. As your fingertips reach the wall, he blows the whistle again, and you flatten your palms, pressing your forehead against the cold cement. 
“I did not sign up for this,” Seokjin huffs next to you. “I signed up to dodge balls. This is not dodging balls!” 
“Are you two okay?” Taehyung is neither panting nor huffing as he eyes you both with concern.
“How are you not dying like us?! You don’t work out!” Yelling takes up too much of your oxygen, and you sink to the ground, legs folding underneath you. 
Taehyung shrugs. “It was only a few running drills. Nothing to get worked up over.” 
Unable to respond, you settle for giving him the evil eye. You jump as Hoseok’s whistle sounds again.
“If he doesn’t stop it with that thing, I’m gonna make him eat it,” you mutter under your breath. Seokjin’s shoulders shake with silent laughter as he reaches out a hand to pull you to your feet. 
Hoseok’s inner drill instructor doesn’t take a break when the practice game starts, alternates on one side, starters on the other. Somehow, he manages to run, catch, throw, and yell instructions the entire time, like a demented multihyphenate. It would be impressive if it weren’t irritating. 
You play a total of three rounds against the alternates. The first round is awkward, filled mostly with Hoseok’s manic shouting. At one point, he tells you to cover the right and Taehyung to flank the left, and as the two of you run to switch sides, you run smack into each other. The alternates win.
In the second round, things go better. There are no collisions, but there’s also not much cohesion, either. You try to repeat last practice’s winning move, ducking behind Seokjin, but he’s too unpredictable, jumping all over the place to try to catch throws, and you’re not able to keep from getting hit. Your team loses again.
When the whistle signals the end of the round, you head for the bleachers, where you’ve stashed a bottle of water and a towel, having realized last practice that both items were desperately needed. The rest of your team follows. 
“Well, this isn’t working,” Hoseok sighs, fanning himself with his shirt. “They’re kicking our asses.”
“Maybe - and just hear me out - yelling isn’t the way to motivate us?” Jimin suggests, tossing his sweat-soaked hair out of his face. You can practically see little hearts dancing in Taehyung’s eyes as he watches the motion.
Hoseok’s head twists towards his friend, but instead of swearing at him like you expect, he just stares. “I’m. I’m doing it again, aren’t I?”
Jimin claps him lightly on the shoulder. “Yep.” 
Hoseok stares for a few more seconds, and you’re on the verge of asking if he’s okay when he finally speaks. “Okay, new plan. Let’s just go out there and, ugh, have fun, okay?” His smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes as he leads Jimin and Taehyung back out onto the court.
Seokjin leans over. “If we lose, ten bucks says he snaps and eats that whistle himself.” 
You laugh, gently pushing Seokjin back onto the court. 
“Hey. Should we try that shield thing again?”
“Yeah,” you nod. “I mean, I was trying last round, but you were kinda all over the place.” 
“I’ll try to be more obvious with my moves. Or I guess you can guide me? Just tell me which way to go.” 
You nod, and then you’re off, running for the center line as the round starts. Without Hoseok barking orders at the group, there’s a definite shift in the atmosphere. As you stoop to sweep up a ball, quickly diving behind Seokjin’s tall frame, scoping out your next target, it hits you - not a ball, but a thought.
You’re having fun.
Grinning wildly, you hiss “Left!” Seokjin immediately darts left, and you line up behind him, ready and waiting. A throw from the other team goes high, and Seokjin leaps towards it, snagging the ball out of the air. As soon as you peek out from around his side, you hit Wooshik, ball bouncing off his thigh with a satisfyingly loud “thock!”
“Yes!” Seokjin throws his hand out for a high five. You slap it quickly, ducking another toss. On your other side, Hoseok and Jimin make tandem catches, and the match ends with your team victorious.
“That was so much better! I really feel like we’re an actual team now,” Hoseok beams, looking genuinely happy again. “One more week of practice and then it’s match time!”
The others drift towards the locker rooms as Seokjin nudges you with his hip. “Did that work better for you this time?” 
“Yeah, it did. I guess that’s how it should always work, huh - me giving you orders and you following them blindly?” You wrap your towel around your neck, flashing him a cheeky grin.
Seokjin laughs, running his hand through his fluffy hair, which has gotten curly in the humidity from the game. Rather than spout off a snarky retort, he tugs on the ends of your towel, pulling you towards him. His deep brown eyes trail over your face, landing on your mouth, before his gaze snaps back to yours.
“That works for me,” he murmurs, soft smile playing on his plush lips. “Just say the word and I’ll follow.” 
And then he walks away. 
You stare at the locker room doorway that he disappears into for a good minute after he’s gone, mind racing. That’s not the first time the two of you have been that close - both Seokjin and his brother are very cuddly people, and you’ve always been comfortable with showing them affection in the form of warm hugs or snuggles on the couch.  
But whatever just happened was not that. The moment between you felt charged. Full of something like… possibility. 
With a sigh, you shake off the confusing thoughts and gather your things to head for the locker room, desperately needing a shower. And a drink.
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piedpiperslists · 4 months
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Jungkook Drabbles (XLVI)
* s - contains smut
Silver and Gold by @sugaurora angst, athlete!Jungkook, exes au Summary: Jungkook promised he wouldn’t be there when you came to collect your things from his apartment. Jungkook was never very good at keeping promises.
Mine by @sugaurora angst, dragon!Jungkook, soulmates au Summary: Though you may fight against the inescapable bond between you and your mate Jungkook, it’s only as the lights are leaving your eyes that you realize: you truly never want to be without him.
11:11 PM by @likeastarstar established relationship
11:31 PM by @likeastarstar strangers to lovers
5:45 PM by @likeastarstar established relationship
11:48 AM by @likeastarstar established relationship, idol au
5:59 PM by @likeastarstar angst
12:21 PM by @likeastarstar established relationship, idol au
6:43 PM by @likeastarstar strangers to lovers, neighbors au
The Suspenders by @kpopfanfictrash Brooklyn 99 au Summary: A Brooklyn 99 inspired drabble, featuring Jungkook as Peralta, Namjoon as Holt, and I’ll let you guess the rest.
The Criminal by @kpopfanfictrash Brooklyn 99 au Summary: A follow-up drabble to my Brooklyn 99 drabble entitled The Suspenders. AKA we finally find out who Taehyung is in this BTS/B99 themed fic-verse.
9:24PM by @honeytae established relationship
You by @hazytaezy strangers to lovers Summary: Jungkook sets up a blind date that changed his whole life in an instant.
Careful by @ki-yomii s established relationship Summary: You should always be careful what you ask for.
[drabble] by @holdinbacksecrets established relationship, idol au
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angelikookrecs · 2 years
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Rec Masterlist By Trope
Alien
Android
Angel
Artist (Including painter!BTS, photographer!BTS, musician!BTS, producer!BTS, writer!BTS, etc)
Athlete
Bad Boy (Including fuck boy!BTS)
Barista
Best Friend's Brother
Break Up (TBA)
Brother's Best Friend
Butler (Including servant!BTS, driver!BTS, etc)
CEO
Christmas (Including winter AU)
Club
Coffee Shop (Including coffee shop owner!BTS, coffee shop manager!BTS, customer!BTS, etc)
College (Including high school AU, student!BTS, teacher!BTS, professor!BTS, etc)
Criminal
Demon
Disability
Divorce
Enemies to Lovers
Established Relationship
Exes to Lovers
Friends to Lovers
Friends with Benefits
Fake Relationship
Fantasy (Including fairy tale AU, genie!BTS, inspired by movies or stories, etc)
Ghost
Hanahaki
Horror
Hospital (Including patient!BTS, clinic AU, pharmacy AU, etc)
Hunter (Including vampire hunter AU, demon hunter AU, etc)
Hybrid (Including dragon!BTS, shifter!BTS, etc)
Idiots to Lovers
Idol
Infidelity (TBA)
Laboratory (Including scientist!BTS)
Lawyer (Including judge!BTS, prosecutor!BTS, etc)
Library (Including librarian!BTS)
Mafia
Marriage
Medical (Including doctor!BTS, nurse!BTS, pharmacist!BTS, etc)
Mermaid (Including siren!BTS)
Military (Including police AU, bodyguard AU, detective AU, soldier AU, war AU, agent AU, etc)
Mythical (Including greek god!BTS, etc) (TBA)
Neighbor
Office (Including secretary!BTS, employee!BTS, intern!BTS, assistant!BTS, etc)
Parent (Including family AU, single parent!BTS, etc)
Platonic (Including best friend!BTS, brother!BTS, friend!BTS, unrequited love AU, etc) (TBA)
Psychic
Pregnancy
Reincarnation
Road Trip
Roommate
Royalty
Store
Strangers to Lovers
Soulmate
Spy
Superhero (Including supervillain!BTS)
Supernatural
Tattoo Artist
Time Travel
Tsundere
Yandere
Vampire
Werewolf
Wizard (Including warlock!BTS)
Zombie (Including zombie apocalypse AU and zombie!BTS)
Others
BTS as Inanimate Objects
Status: deactivated (Fics written by deactivated accounts)
Yoonji
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dearsonyeondan · 2 years
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Hey! I love your writing! It’s amazing! It’s wonderful to see more representation of bigger girls with the bts fanfic community! So thank you! 💜
I would like to request a college au with Jimin. Jimin is the hot popular athlete and reader is kinda invisible to everyone. They meet and Jimin likes her. But people don’t like it and start to make up these rumours about them both (more so the reader). So reader breaks things off to save Jimin.
Please and thank you! Love your work! 💜
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hi anon! thank you for your kind words! i'm so thankful that you enjoy the works i put out. i hope this met your satisfaction as much as possible. readers, caution ahead -- this is a heart jerker. buckle up. . . should i expand on this into a part 2? hm!
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꒰ ꒱ pairing: soccer player + barista!jimin x plus size reader
꒰ ꒱ rating: pg
꒰ ꒱ word count: 1.7k.
꒰ ꒱ warning(s): suggested themes, jimin and reader have a past, blonde jimin should be warning enough he's too fine, harsh words to jimin that reader does not mean, unfinished business of an ending.
꒰ ꒱ note 4 reader: enjoy! this is unedited. work below keep reading!
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Looking out the window, you watched as campus had been clearing out from the current short term break that was being offered. Christmas was around the corner and due to the storm in your hometown, you'd be spending it on campus alone. There wasn't too much to complain about, however. Your father had done a good job of making sure that you were in a nice apartment where you could bounce between being an introvert and extrovert at the same time. You kept to yourself and often stood out amongst many like a sore thumb. You only had yourself to blame for being interested in going to a PWI and managing to accomplish such with a full academic ride.
Your best friend had been on a plane, so there was nothing left to do besides put on something decent besides your sweat and t-shirt combo of pajamas. Out of your closet, you managed to pull out a hoodie and jean jacket combo with dark ripped jeans and comfortable converse. Your curls had been doing amazing throughout the pre-winter and current fall weather, so a low slicked bun was your go-to. A cafe had been in your interests, so you packed a tote bag with your laptop and some headphones with the idea of premeditated peace.
Pulling your car into a parking spot, you exited while keeping your head low of the other surrounding students who had been up here for a reason gone undetermined by you. It was much quieter inside, but your blood ran cold when you saw Park Jimin. He was...not supposed to be here at this time. Behind the counter with his blonde locks and fitted apron, serving up hot coffee to some hot bimbo with his attractive smile. You were next in line -- not that he'd know because he was too busy smucking it up with the campus sweetheart slash whor-
"__," The sound of his name will never not cause you to freeze. You tried to find somewhere to look - Ah, the menu. "Are you here for your usual caramel macchiato with two pumps of brown sugar and mocha drizzle?" You looked to him with panic, surprise that he remembered. It wasn't that he was cold, but he was different from the last time you'd seen him.
"You're the most warm thing in the room," He said while holding you from the back, trying to catch his breath from the fresh release that both you and him had come down from. Naked and underneath your comforter, he might've been right.
"The air conditioning is on auto, i could turn it on," You said, turning to him and snuggling against him. You looked up from his marked chest and into his eyes, a smile on your features. Of course, he didn't want you to leave the bed. You could feel that in the grip that he had around your waist. Plus size or not, Park Jimin knew how to handle you in all the right ways. Your hands danced throughout his dark curls and he closed his eyes, basking in you and everything that you meant to him.
You remembered when the two of your first interacted. It was an accident, getting jammed in that elevator. He was known all around campus for his many talents and being a heartthrob of course. You hated closed spaces and nothing more than being trapped in that elevator, but he made sure to keep you comfortable that entire time.
You interacted two more times after that, both of them being accidental. The third time was when you'd been one of the only students in the library during Thanksgiving. Of course, he had been horsing around with some girl but you couldn't deny that the sly smile on his features was enough to distract you from the red lipstick that was on the collar of his shirt.
"Are you going to walk home this late?" He asked, the instant regret that you felt coursing through your veins wishing that you'd decided to drive instead of tag along with your study buddy. You nodded your head, gathering your belongings with a smile at your features. His stare lingered and it made you feel a little uncomfortable in the best way? Your cheeks warming over and it wasn't the heater blasting through the air conditioning. "Let me take you home. The temperature is dropping outside."
"You don't have to. I'm around the block from here and I'd rather not be in debt." You slung your backpack over your shoulder, shuffling your hands inside your hoodie before you'd given him a warm smile. He missed it though, too busy checking out the curves that had been hidden underneath your sweater. Plus size and all -- He couldn't keep his eyes off you. "Excuse me," You said, moving past him with the intention of brushing past him and making your way home.
You'll never forget how his hands felt. While they were pleasuring you or his thumb lodged in your mouth to apply pressure to your tongue. The way he knew how to pleasure you just about in every part of your body -- places that you forget to even consider when it came to pleasure.
You'll never forget when the rumors kicked up. The slight speculation about the glances he'd deliver to you when he was on the soccer field after making a goal or catching you roaming around the common ground area when he was with his friends. It was hard to deny that there had been something going on when he was a little too drunk and almost kissed you when you'd gone to one of your first and last campus parties.
You'll never forget the online bullying that you suffered from. People had thought that Jimin was only dealing with you because he'd been behind in a class or was participating in some sort of bet. Accusations of your weight and off guard pictures of you doing something just as regular as eating. No, you won't forget how the dance team surrounded you in the alleyway of your apartment while dropping your trash off and threatened to have you expelled if you continued to associate with him. Not even just yourself, but getting Jimin removed from his throne on campus and shunning him out. Knowing that he wanted a future in entertainment, you couldn't let that happen.
So you ghosted.
"Can you hurry up? I'm in a bit of a rush here," Someone said behind you said, causing you to snap from your old reality and into your current reality. You nodded your head and ordered exactly what he said, pressing your hand into your forehead as you'd gone to sit by the window. You continued to hear Jimin's sweet giggle and it was becoming all too much.
You stood from the table and mentally said fuck it, exiting the shop without your coffee. It was ridiculous how much you couldn't tell him the truth, but reputations needed to be protected.
"Hey, you left without your coffee!" Jimin said, grabbing your arm lightly which caused you to turn around. The regret of smelling his sweet cologne and a soft smile to match. You took your coffee without a word, shaking your head to actually shake him from your brain. "Why do you keep avoiding me?"
"It's better this way. Okay?" You spat at him, furrowing your brows and avoiding his expression. You could tell from the slump of his shoulders and darkened expression that he wasn't pleased. He'd tame your attitude on a regular last year with orgasms behind orgasms that made you forget how to even form an attitude. It was different now. "Can you move from in front of my car? I need to leave."
"No."
"What?"
"I said no, __," Jimin folded his arms over his chest, ignoring the surrounding reactions from strangers that were close enough to hear it. You looked to him as though he'd lost his rabbit ass mind.
"You're crazy." You said, half of your body in your car and half of it out.
"I never took you as a selfish person, but I'm finding out that you are." He spat. Your expression of surprise faltered more than you'd like to admit and your eyes swelled. Selfish? You? "How could you disappear on me after making me...Did you just want to use me for my status?"
You scoffed aloud, not even believing that he believed what he'd been accusing you of. Of course, you had take into consideration the rumors that were being spread and the fact that people were fat-shaming and threatening to have the both of you expelled. Both of your futures had been at stake and it was your decision to simply make all that go away. "You might want to watch your mouth or you might find out something that's true," This was the only way.
"I didn't use you for your status. You were nothing but an amazing orgasm after a hard day of doing something you could never do. You've had a full ride access to everything in your life, so excuse me for wanting to relieve stress with the campus dick that was already being talked about. You were a good fuck, never anything more to me, Jimin. Isn't that what guys like you do to girls?" You tilted your head with a smirk, eyes overspilling. You couldn't control them. "Why do you care? Get back to serving your coffees and while you're doing that, remember the position you'll never have again in my life."
Despite the crack of your voice at your last few words, it was impactful enough for him to chuckle and nod his head. He lowered his head and covered his mouth area, processing the words that probably did more damage than you ever intended to do. You swallowed thickly, wondering why you'd been waiting here for him to respond. Why?
Nothing was said though. He looked around, suffering from embarrassment that you could only come up with as being rejected from a fat girl. He ran his fingers through his blonde hair, watery eyes looking at you one last time before he sniffed and walked off.
The entire car ride home had been full with nothing but silence and your occasional sobbing. You promised yourself to contain it as best as you could, eyes flickering to the coffee cup that had been in its respectful cupholder. Something in your heart ached and you just wished that it would get easier as the hours passed on. That coffee rested in your kitchen and the intuitive part of you knew..
You had broken Jimin's heart.
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snow-143 · 2 years
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late nights gaming- bts smau (ongoing)
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pairings | athlete!jimin x phychstudent!reader (fem)
genres | smau, crack, fluff, college au, strangers to lovers, idiots to lovers
summary | working in a successful cafe and being a psych major is hard but you wouldn’t change it for the world especially when you end up falling prey to a tiktok trend hiding your number in one of the many vinyls for someone to find. but when yous both make up a secret identity and make it an unspoken competition to find out who the other is first things gets little less boring. that and the one cute regular that you have been seeing around everywhere recently.
warnings | swearing, on purpose lowercase, grammar mistakes, they’re probably going to bully eachother, sarcasm, dry humour, just bad humour tbh, dad jokes, CRACK, non of this is meant to be taken seriously, kissing, may include some nsfw scenes but i will warn you before hand, this is going to be a mess, probably cliche, irregular updates, probably some plot holes, might stray from the original description, kys and suicide jokes. lmk if i missed anything.
disclaimer | i am a college student myself with a part time job so my updates will not be regular however i will try my best. also this is my first smau and post in general so please bare with, interactions and constructive criticism would be amazing but don’t be too mean i’m sensitive. also non of this work actually represents bts or anyone else i may mention.
profiles one | profiles two
one- sugar daddy
two- vmin vs sope
three- vinyl boy
four- winter
five- reeking from your pores
six- screams for help
seven- hide your bitches
eight- mama bear
nine- on your wedding day
+more
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etherealinowrites · 2 years
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lee minho masterlist
⋆ ★lee minho | leeknow | 이 민호
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sfw and nsfw &lt;3
sfw
1. you are hurt, i know- a | leeknow looks at the scars running down your body and a frown graces his delicate features. when you turn away, brushing away his concerned gaze, his chest tightens with an inexplicable feeling of discomfort. when he sees you finally find comfort in the warm arms, he feels the deeper sorrow.
you will never find comfort in his arms.
secret agent/spy au, unrequited love, mentions of violence, scars, dark past, featuring jungkook from bts
2. -its cold outside, come to me- a, f, st | it was the christmas season once again which meant two weeks away at your family’s vacation house. the only problem? lee minho. your brothers annoying best friend who was joining you this time. whats worse? you both hate each others guts more than anything.
enemies to lovers, brothers best friend, heaps of angst, extreme tooth rotting fluff to make up for the angst, christmas themes, cliche tropes and moments, basically self indulgent
part one- its cold outside come to me
part two- 24 to 25 bae, just stay with me
3. nickname- a,f | - you and minho have been best friends for years, too close for platonic feelings but you’re both too stubborn to acknowledge that. that is until minho starts seeing you get close to another guy and feels the sudden wave of unfamiliar feelings, no he firmly believes that its not jealousy.
female reader x minho best friends to lovers!
4. i’ll hide you in my heart- a, f | lee minho was supposed to love you like an elder brother, you were his best friends little sister after all.
female reader x minho, brothers best friend au! forbidden love au! college au! angst, suggestive, fluff, swearing, mentions of sex, alcohol use, menstruation, negative views on menstruation, allusions to bullying, implications of sexual activity, clubbing, overprotective older brother chan, emotionally constipated minho, oblivious love, repressed emotions, slow burn. wc
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undecided genre:
5. love on the court - lee minho, a 23 year old senior at levanter uni is the jack of it all. he was the captain of the football team, the president of the dance club, the resident chef and a loving cat dad of three cuties. it was unfair how he seemed to just have it all! good looks, amazing physique, never ending charisma and irresistible charm. safe to say, he was the most popular guy at your college, known for being the heartthrob and heartbreaker of everyone attending. but when he crosses paths with the shy and smart y/n, who is walking around, trying her best to keep her 8.5 gpa intact, he cannot help but feel he’s been wearing a mask all along. and why does only y/n have the power to take it off him? drawn to the silent beauty, minho feels his priorities change and who knows, maybe they fall in love? one thing is for sure, he has a whole lot to prove if he wants to win her heart and have his own love on the court.
university/college au, jock minho, athlete minho, shy girl x popular guy trope, strangers to lovers, typical college romance, nerd y/n, goody two shoes y/n and rule breake minho. cliche. CLICHE. so fucking cliche. it’s basically a 2000s girly movie in 2023 with lee minho in it. also some smau to make it fun.
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nsfw
1. you want the both of us?- s | working for stray kids was a dream come true. however, you’d never expected to catch the eye of the two most dangerous members who were after your heart. will you be able to handle both of them? and the dangers they bring for your heart?
minho x female reader x hyunjin, mentions of friends with benefits, casual sex scenes mentioned, public sex, smut, fingering, oral, protected sex, petnames, multiple partners, sex in public places, blindfolding, spanking, thigh riding, overstimulation, threesome, FILTH but with PLOT, very dirty lmao
part one, part two- tba
2. 7:42 pm | leggings- s | “your ass looks hot” - lee minho
working out with your boyfriend led to some other *uh uh* not so decent activities. but hey, you sweated and your heartbeat reached peaks, maybe it was a good active session after all.
smut, suggestive, ~sexual tension~, foreplay, mentions of sex, use of petnames, kinda pervy leeknow lmao but only for his girlfriend,
3. covetous- s |  you were fangirling over another members abs, and minho couldn’t have that happen
female reader x lee minho, smut, nothing too detailed or graphic, just a drabble,
4. 8:45 pm - s | don’t send minho nudes when he’s at work. don’t. / smut
5. you know how to move kitten- s | you loved how your boyfriend looked in thigh chains and corsets and you just couldn’t help yourself.
female reader x minho, smut, pwp, heavy making out, use of pet name- kitten, thigh riding, dirty talk, praise, body worship
6. free use with leeknow - smut oneshot
7. smut drabble - erotic humiliation with leeknow
-8. meeting you, loving you - a, f, s | - a loving yet lonely single father and a warm and loving pre school teacher. you were just supposed to be a friend he and his daughter found comfort in but when his heart sings for more, he cannot help but cave in. 
or
the one where minho ends up meeting you and then loving you. 
female reader x minho, acquaintances to friends to lovers, single dad! minho, slow burn, emotionally constipated characters, obvious romantic feelings, repressed emotions, smut, explicit sexual content but only in part two, part one is smut free and second part can be skipped, swearing, alcohol use.
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Uninvited: Minjoon x Reader
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Pairing: Namjoon x female!Reader x Jimin 
Genre: Smut, mild angst/ Au: college, fuckboi
Word Count: 7k
Rating: M (for graphic sexual content)
Summary: Namjoon and you had plans to meet, but when Jimin’s apartment shuts down, two becomes three. 
Tags: bisexual!namjoon, bisexual!jimin, threesome sex, cunnilingus, fingering, vaginal sex, oral sex (m. and f. giving/receiving), protected sex, a bit of voyeurism, a hint of BDSM themes, mild angst, confused sexuality, top!namjoon, bottom!jimin, no happy ending
Disclaimer:   These works are completely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. They are not meant to reflect of label the member of BTS in any way. The events within never took place.
A/N: this is the second part of my bts!fuckboi series. I don’t this one hits as hard as Yoongi’s but it’s still kinda fucked. The same warning from before applies here as well. Men aren’t nice, and neither is Namjoon. 
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Fridays are the center's slowest day. The last place a college student wanted to be was a library study hall. The computers around the lines of the walls remained empty; the more studious people worked at the tables and chairs, others got in a few last minute tutor sessions before closing time. Namjoon checked his watch. It was only a half hour until Mrs. James, the librarian, called for the ten-minute warning. The university offered the center as part of the main library. Students could take advantage of the resources they offered; sit at the tutoring tables where people like Namjoon could help with various subjects. Most of them are teacher's aides or graduate students who wanted to make a bit of extra cash. Namjoon was the latter. It came with plenty of other benefits too. He can work on his own studies but the side hustle brought him within his favorite thing in the entire world. 
They were insanely hot. He couldn't believe his luck. He'd been about to pack up for the day when they approached him. One woman had a little waist, big hips, thick thighs and ample bosom. A total baddie who smiled at him. Her lighter-skinned friend stood beside her, slender and lithe with his braids tied back with an elastic band. He assumed an athlete. Both of them stood in front of his semi-circle, smiles on their faces when they saw him. 
"Excuse me," said The Baddie, "Mrs. James told us you tutored for science?"
"Yeah, yeah I do," he said, calm and collected. He wasn't in high school anymore. "How can I help you?"
"My friend and I are kinda struggling with our biology class, and we were hoping-"
"-You could help us out?" her friend finished. 
"Of course. No problem." 
He offered them seats at his table. Namjoon figured he could stick around for a while longer to help out students. A pair of super fine students. Namjoon honestly did not know who he wanted more: The Baddie who eyed him flirtatiously when he met her eyes or The Athlete who kept his interest in him more subtle. He wasn't a fool. It'd become widely known around campus that a 'total daddy' tutored in the school library Mondays to Fridays. The stream of women (and men) who sought out his help did not escape his notice either. His job suddenly became his main hunting ground. The bars and clubs along the college strip stayed secondary locations for weekend flings. 
For most of his life, Namjoon liked college students, promiscuous people with loose morals. Not high schoolers or people in graduate school. He supposed it started in middle school when he watched porn for the first time. The very first video featured a blonde coed on a bed, topless and being offered money to show off the rest of her body and more. When he grew up, he realized women weren’t his only option. He'd go to fraternity or sorority parties where he saw hotties everywhere he looked. He'd visit college cafes or cafeterias, where he'd 'casually' bump into his mark and start a conversation. He liked their young bodies, so pliable and flexible he could bend however he liked. Most importantly, they didn't know. They weren't like the women his own age who would catch onto his game right away. These young college girls saw a charming, charismatic guy with a nice build and all sense left them. 
Much like with you. 
Namjoon spent the rest of the library time with The Baddie and The Athlete. He kept things friendly and casual between them, never letting them know his interest no matter how obvious theirs was. Eventually, Mrs. James kicked everyone out of the library, and he offered to walk them out, moving onto more personal topics. The Baddie belonged to an all-black sorority, and The Athlete to the brother counterpart; The Baddie majored in business and The Athlete planned on going into the education field. He'd been spot on about The Athlete; he was part of the college's track-and-field team. By the time they reached the entrance, Namjoon saw himself sandwiched between the pair. 
"Before we go," The Baddie said at the door, "My sorority's having a party tonight, and I was wondering if you wanted to come." 
"Ah, I'm sorry, but as fun as it sounds, I actually have plans tonight." Never accept right away. "I have some friends stopping by my place tonight."
"They can come too," The Athlete said, "If they're as fine as you, then they're more than welcome to come."
He considered this. He knew his friends never said no to free beer, free food, and a buffet of hotties. But, then you came back to mind. He'd looked forward to seeing you for a while now, and if he canceled, he might lose another chance. 
"Tell you what," he said, pulling out his phone, "How about you give me your number, and I'll text you?"
"Okay," she beamed. 
They exchanged numbers at the table, and he watched them giggle and whisper walking away. Namjoon finished picking up and left the library for the parking lot. Getting into his car, he pulled out his phone and put in the girl's number. His thumbs paused over the contact name. He wracked his brain for a name. He'd been distracted by her cleavage and backside to really put it to memory. This often happened with his girls. Giving up, he wrote "Library Baddie". Then he began driving. As he exited the parking lot for the street, his phone rang and he saw "Jiminie" on the screen. He put it on speaker. 
"Hey Jimin," he said, "I'm gonna be kinda late tonight."
"Good, because we can't hang at my place."
Namjoon groaned. He knew what this meant, "Why?"
"Gas leak."
"Again? That's like the second time."
"I know, it's weird. But my super was like 'building is closed off until further notice'," he said in a mocking deep voice. "It's so dumb, but I don't want to blow up, so we can do it at mine." 
"Which means we're doing it at my place," he grumbled.
"You are next in the hosting tree," he said. "Also," Namjoon noticed the distinct drop and sultry tone that came next, "Could I maybe crash at yours tonight?"
"Jimin, I don't know. I have someone coming over." Temptation compelled him to say 'yes'; to call you and tell you not to come. He hadn't been alone with Jimin in a long time. "And, she might not be cool with someone else there."
"Oh, another one of your girls, huh?" He teased. "What's this one's name?"
"Sexy Barista."
"Her real name, Namjoon."
"Um…uh, well, you see-"
"-Wooow, you really don't remember," he laughed. "Is she really that unremarkable?"
"She's not," he said, smiling softly, "Nice ass. Nice tits. She does this thing with her tongue…woof, you need to try it."
Jimin giggled and his stomach knotted, "You mean have her try it on me or have me try it on you?"
It was this. Just when Namjoon thought he liked women, Jimin pulled out the gay in him. "What if I said both?"
"Then tell me what time she'll be there. You have a better taste in women than some of our boys."
He chuckled, "I do pick up some seriously hot ones."
"And what about me? Am I another ‘hot one’?” 
"The hottest one." 
He shuddered thinking of the first time he hooked up with Jimin. It'd been at a house party they'd all gone to one weekend. Namjoon didn't remember the host's name, but they had a huge house with lots of rooms. He'd been a bit drunk, a bit horny when his date disappeared on him. Thinking back, he wondered if Jimin somehow made them ditch him. But, he recalled how Jimin's petit form felt pressed against his; how the curvature of his ass pushed right into Namjoon's cock. He’d never slept with a man before then; he’d experimented a few times, but they never went past kissing and hands. But, having Jimin so close to him, he’d wanted more than hands and lips. All the women in the house looked the same, while Jimin glowed and stood out in the crowd. He had an alluring charm that blinded him to anyone else. Namjoon forgot all about the sea of women in the house; he only wanted Jimin. 
“When do you think you’ll be here?” Namjoon asked, turning into his building’s parking lot, and parked in his usual spot. “Sexy Barista should be here soon.” 
“Oh, and you mean you don’t want me to walk in on you both and join in? I don’t see why she’d say no.”
“Fuck, Jimin…” he breathed out. “I’m not even in my apartment yet.”
Jimin laughed. He loved torturing him before they slept together. “I’m actually already here.”
“What?” he looked around the parking lot as he stepped out, searching for the short, black-haired man. “Where?”
“Outside your apartment. I thought you’d left the center early since it’s Friday.” 
Why did this make him move faster? “I had some last minute students come up, so I helped them out before leaving.”
“Anyone worth talking about?”
“Eh, not really.” Were it any of his other friends, he’d be blabbing about Baddie and Athlete. But, for some reason, he didn’t want to tell Jimin. Suddenly, neither of them seemed as good. “They were alright,” he said, reaching the elevator and pressing his floor. “What about you? How’re things with that Kayla chick?”
“Bad,” he sighed, “She got fired.”
“No shit?”
“No, my boss said he was tired of her asking for days off every week and her being late to her shifts. I tried talking him out of it, saying he could just put her on early shifts instead, but he wasn’t going for it,” he said. “So, no more Kayla pussy for me.” 
“She looked hot,” he replied, “Sorry, dude.”
“It’s okay. There’s this new guy that started last night. Super hot; has this uber twink look going on,” he said. He hesitated, “Definitely your type.”
Namjoon’s cheeks turned hot, “Eh, I don’t think so. I’m pickier with guys.”
“I figured as much,” he said, “Kinda hard to find other guys hot when you’ve fucked me before.”
“Park Jimin…you’re asking for trouble with all that talk. I have a lady friend coming over, and I don’t think she’d like having to compete for me against you.”
“Why? Because there’d be no contest?”
“No, I just don’t want her to feel bad about herself when she sees you.”
He walked onto his floor and spotted a familiar figure by his door. Namjoon hung up the phone, and headed over to Jimin. He wore a black hoodie over a large shirt and gray shorts; half his long hair tied back from his face, since he hadn’t cut it yet, and his face was free of his usual makeup. At his feet, he had grocery bags as well as a duffle bag with his belongings in it. Jimin must’ve known he wouldn’t be prepared for the sudden get-together, and Namjoon appreciated it. He looked beautiful, Namjoon thought. Dark eyes stared up at him coyly, and he stood up from the doorframe he’d been leaning against. Namjoon considered kissing him, pushing him to the door and sinking his hand down Jimin’s shorts. He’d started it after all. But, you were coming soon, and he needed to prepare the apartment for you. 
The pair entered the apartment and Jimin began setting out the groceries in the living room. Namjoon noticed the lime tortilla chips he’d become addicted to and the case of Kloud draft beer; popcorn, chocolate snacks, and other alcoholic drinks followed. He personally ordered food, but Jimin was a natural party host. While Jimin set the party up, Namjoon went into his bedroom. He made sure he’d stocked up on feminine products for you to use, hand towels on the side, condoms and lubricants, and if he’d changed the waterproof sheets on his bed. He even sneakily checked the container of sex toys he kept on hand, and the restraints he kept hidden at the corners of the bed. He didn’t expect you to be a kinky sex kitten, but it never hurt to have things on hand for you. 
“Still have that collection?” Jimin asked from the doorway. 
“Some people like fooling around with toys,” he shrugged, “I like to keep things…interesting…hold up…” he rifled through the container, and noticed something missing. “The dildo I had in here is missing.”
“You mean this one?” 
From behind his back, Jimin pulled the aquamarine dildo mold Namjoon made on a dare. Hoseok had bought him a dildo-maker for his birthday as a gag-gift, and Namjoon made it according to the instructions. It held surprisingly well, and many women liked using it when he wanted to stretch them open. He then remembered Jimin and him using it the last time they had sex. Jimin must’ve swiped it when Namjoon wasn’t paying attention. Namjoon stood up, smiling at his mischief, and reached out his hand. 
“Come on, give it back, you little thief,” he teased. 
“I think you need to apologize to the people I’ve been having sex with recently. They have a lot of competition with you.”
“Not my fault they’re subpar lovers,” he shrugged. “Now, give it back.” 
“No,” Jimin pointedly put the thick head on the flat of his tongue, “I like it. I’ve had a lot of fun with it.” He swirled his tongue over it while Namjoon watched, “I like sitting on it when I jerk off…I like thinking it’s you fucking me.”
“Jimin…”
“Can I keep it, Namjoonie?” he pouted, giving it kitten licks and sucking it. “Please?”
Namjoon walked closer, and took the toy from him. He held the tip to Jimin’s lips, pushing it into his mouth as he backed him into the wall. “How about you earn it instead?” he breathed, keeping eye contact while Jimin sucked on the fake cock. “Be a good slut for me, and I’ll let you keep it.” 
“You promise?” 
“I promise.”
“What about your little lady friend?” he whispered, “I don’t know if she’d like to share you with me.”
“You can watch,” he stuck the toy further into Jimin’s mouth, “With this in your ass.” He removed it, put an arm around Jimin’s waist and took him to the bed. All the blood in his body rushed to his crotch as Jimin rested on his bed, already unzipping his jacket. Namjoon immediately reached for him, hands roaming his body and grinding into his hips. “I can put those clamps on you again,” he muttered between kissing, Jimin’s hot mouth making him groan, “And that little head teaser too.”
“Namjoonie,” Jimin giggled, “Such a horny boy.”
“That’s what you do to me,” he said in a low voice. He pressed his semi-hardness into Jimin, “This,” he growled, “Is what you do to me.” 
He’d been about to tug down Jimin’s shorts when the doorbell sounded through the house. You were here. Jimin gave a soft whine, and pulled the waistband of Namjoon’s cargo shorts. “Tell her to fuck off,” he said, “I’m the one who got you hard. I should get to have it.”
Namjoon chuckled, “Greedy.”
He pecked Jimin’s lips and slid off the bed. A plan formulated in his mind as he adjusted his pants to hide his boner. Maybe you’d see it and like it. Jimin remained in the bedroom, since he didn’t follow Namjoon. Namjoon took a deep breath, then opened the door. 
You looked as hot as the day you’d both met. Wearing a striped t-shirt with a deep v-neck, he had a perfect view of them from his height. Your shorts went to the middle of your thighs, and it made him even harder. He’d first seen you in the campus cafe where he’d go before his morning classes; there you wore all black with a green apron over your outfits. But, you’d gotten his attention with your smile and kindness. Over the times he visited, he learned you were an English major, working your way through college like so many others. You had a dorm on campus, and you liked reading, writing, pop music, and fantasy and science fiction films. Namjoon knew with a few more visits, he’d snag a date with you, which he did when you bravely slipped him your phone number. You’d both gone out to the fundraiser fair on the campus grounds, where you rode rides, ate cotton candy, and had a generally good time. He drove you home, and you offered him inside for a drink. That’s when he banged your brains out for most of the night before slipping away the next morning. 
He decided to keep you around a bit longer than most. 
“Hey,” he smiled when you arrived, “You’re…here. Come in.” He let you inside, “How’re you doing?” 
“Pretty good,” you replied, “Better now that I’m seeing you.” You both walked further into the apartment where you spotted the snacks and drinks on the counter top. “Having a party?” 
“Later on, yeah,” he said. “We were originally having it at my friend’s place, but his apartment got shut down from a gas leak, so I’m next in the party tree.”
“Party tree?” you asked, putting your stuff down. 
“My friends and I have sort of a ‘guy’s night’ every weekend, and we rotate who hosts. I’m sorry,” he went into the fridge where Jimin put the beers, “It was sorta last minute. I was gonna call you, but I-”
“-Got distracted.” 
Jimin came out of the bedroom. Namjoon saw that mischievous look in his eyes again. “Namjoon can be a bit forgetful, and if there’s too much going on, he loses track of stuff.” He looked over at you, “I’m Jimin,” he stuck out his hand, “Namjoon’s friend.”
“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you said, shaking hands with him. He noticed your apprehensive look between them both, “If I’m interrupting, I can come back another time.” 
“No, no, it’s not a big deal,” Namjoon said, pulling out three beer cans to put on the counter. “It won’t be for a while anyways. Jimin’s the one whose apartment got shut down, so he’s crashing here with me until it’s okay to go back inside.” 
“And besides,” Jimin took one of them from him, and cracked it open for a sip, “We all know why you’re here.”
“Um,” you laughed nervously, “I don’t know what you mean.”
“You mean, you bring a hoe-bag wherever you go?” Jimin asked curiously. “Oh, honey, there’s no shame. We all do it.” He handed you a beer, “I don’t mind leaving for a bit while you guys go at it. I can see what Tae or Kook are up to-”
“-You don’t have to go,” you said. ��I don’t mind. I just like knowing before I show up, is all.” 
“Of course,” he agreed. “I really did spring this on Joon last minute, and we got caught up coming up with sleeping arrangements, so he forgot to text you.”
“Yeah, that's it,” Namjoon opened his beer and took a gulp. He’d hoped the cool drink might settle his hot cheeks, but they didn’t. He kept thinking back to Jimin with his dick mold, and what they’d be doing if you hadn’t arrived. But, seeing you standing next to Jimin, he couldn’t help imagining both of you using his toys. “Again, super sorry. Will you at least stay and hang for a bit? My friends won’t mind you being here…trust me.”
Especially Hoseok, who wouldn’t hesitate to flirt if he saw you. 
“Sure,” you grinned, going to the living room and opening your beer, “I wouldn’t want to waste the time I did coming here…”
“Which would be a shame,” Jimin added, sitting there next to you.
Namjoon watched you and Jimin go to a couch while he grabbed snacks. His fingers felt numb as he opened a bag of chips. His cock grew harder thinking of your tits in Jimin’s hands, his smaller digits squeezing and sucking while Namjoon pounded inside you. You’d be such a pretty picture, and so would Jimin. He came over to the living room, holding a bowl of chips and took another drink of his beer. You and Jimin appeared to be in conversation already, his eyes looking at you as if he’d never seen anything like you before. 
“-I’m a dance teacher for little kids part time,” he said. 
“Aw, that’s so cute,” you said, cradling your beer into your lap. “How old?”
“Three to five-year-olds mostly, but this year I have a teenager class too since one of our teachers retired a bit suddenly,” he leaned in and whispered, “Drinking problem. A lot of parents complained.” 
“Jesus, I can imagine they did. So, they came to class drunk?”
“Not drunk, but seriously hung over. They also sometimes didn’t come at all, and one of the other teachers had to pick up their classes. Our director got tired of it, but since they’ve been there so long, he offered them retirement instead. I said they should just have fired her, since she made our school look bad, but I guess being friends with the director’s wife gets you special privileges.”
“Psh, it’s like that everywhere now. All these boomers are always looking out for each other.”
“Totally.” 
Half a lie. Jimin worked as a full time bar manager at Euphoria, a nightclub in the center of the city. He often lied to partners about where he worked to seem more interesting to them. It amazed Namjoon how he came up with stories off the top of his head, and all sounded believable. Recently, he's taken to telling people he worked part-time at a dance studio, so should they visit Euphoria and see him, he can say it's his other job. A hardworking guy with two jobs? People liked that in a person. Namjoon knew the truth, however. Jimin planned on having his own night club one day. He liked entertaining people. The get-togethers at Jimin's house always topped the others'. He'd host most often if his job allowed him the time. He'd buy enough food and drinks; movies and games he knew everyone liked, and kept things flowing. Him owning a club made sense. 
"What about you?" Jimin asked you, "What do you do?"
"I'm working at the university coffee shop," you answered. "It's actually where Namjoon and I met." You smiled over at him, "He's a regular there."
"Aw, how cute," Jimin awed. "Yeah, Namjoon needs his iced americano in the morning or he's the crankiest dude ever."
"I am not," Namjoon smiled embarrassed. "I'm not."
"I've noticed it, trust me," you told Jimin. "I remember him snapping at a lady who'd cut in front of him to make a big order."
"She walked up to the front of the line like she owned the place!" Namjoon reasoned. "She had these little demon children walking behind her, and they had the same attitude!"
"She told me they were in a hurry," you continued, drinking from your can, "Because they were heading to the airport, and I told her that she had to get in the back of the line because everyone else was there before her. She said that those people didn't have kids, and that they'd understand. And then, Namjoon said," your laughter cut in the middle of your sentence, "Namjoon said, 'Hey, it's not our fault you decided to open your legs and have a bunch of crotch goblins!'."
"Yep, yep, that sounds like Joon," Jimin chuckled, nodding and looking at him. "He can be a dick." 
"I was hungover," he said, "And this bitch and her little hellions were holding up the line. It'd been the night after my birthday party." 
Namjoon shared a knowing look with Jimin, who nodded. "The one where Hoseok got you that dildo-making kit?" he asked, eyebrows raised. 
"Dildo-making kit?" your eyes went wide, and you turned to him, "You have a dildo-making kit?"
"Had," he corrected. "One of my friends bought it for me as a joke present. When we were playing truth or dare, he dared me to go into the bathroom and use it." 
"Do you still have it?"
"He does," Jimin answered with a wicked grin, "He keeps it in his little toy box for special occasions."
"How do you know?"
"I found it once," he winked at Namjoon. Namjoon recalled exactly what Jimin had done when he first discovered the toy: He laid on Namjoon's bed, and slowly used it on himself with Namjoon watching. 
"Dare you to go find it," you whispered conspiratorially. 
"Ah, come on, you guys-"
"-Dare," Jimin said, finishing his beer and leaving the living room. 
Once he'd left, you slid closer to Namjoon. You put your hand on his thigh, rubbing your finger on the hem of his shorts. His body heated up again at the delicate touch. "You two seem to be close," you commented. 
"Me and Jimin? Yeah, we've known each other since high school. My friends and I all grew up in the same neighborhood, so we all went to the same school," he said, "And we all built this really close knitted bond. It's carried on since then." 
"That's so sweet," you said, tracing a circle pattern on his knee. He put his arm on the back of the couch so you came closer. "But, I meant 'close-close'. He's been checking you out when he thinks I'm not paying attention."
"I don't know what you mean," he said, "Jimin and I are only friends. We've never...done anything like that before."
"You don't have to lie," you smiled, your hand going further up his thigh. "I saw your boner when I came in."
He coughed and shifted once your hand landed on his groin. He stared down to see you gently running your fingers over his zipper. "Did Jimin do that or do I really have that effect on you?" you asked him in a low voice. 
"It's you, baby," he said in your ear, hand resting on your shoulder. "That's all you and those naughty pictures you sent me this morning. I was looking at them before Jimin showed up, and I knew he'd never shut up about it if he caught me jerking off." He put his own hand between your thighs, his fingers on your inner thigh, "But, no, baby, that's all you right there." 
To keep you from responding, Namjoon brought your lips to him and kissed you. He kept it deep and slow. He brushed his tongue over yours and groaned softly when you sunk your hand over his cock and balls. He turned his body towards you, and gradually felt up your thighs to your shorts. He groaned again when your heat touched his fingers. Through the denim fabric, he traced the inner seam going right over your sex. The thickness of it bothered him. It kept you from him. Jimin usually wore thinner, lighter clothes when he came over. Namjoon continued kissing you as he left your pussy for your breasts, which almost asked him to take them out. The neckline of your shirt skewed slightly to the side to show off your bra, a lavender color that teased him. He kissed down your lips to your neck, where he sucked gently as he grabbed one of your breasts. They were like he remembered, supple and perfect in his hand. Like the rest of your body was. 
"Well, you two start off hot and heavy, huh?" 
You stopped when Jimin reappeared, holding the long dildo in his hand. Namjoon remembered him sucking and licking the toy not long ago, his petal lips around the tip. His tip. 
"Do you blame me?" he asked, "I mean...look at her." He gave you another neck kiss that made you giggle, "She's so damn hot."
"She is."
"Is that the dick mold?" you bursted out laughing. 
"Yep," Jimin came back to the couch, handing it to you. Namjoon watched you examine the thickness and length, aroused simply watching you handle it. "Big, huh?"
"It's definitely an accurate replica," you gave him a shifty look as you ran your hand over the shaft, "I can see a girl having a very good time with this."
"Why have that when you got the real thing right here?" he challenged, putting your hand back on his dick. He captured your lips again for another kiss, but peeked over at Jimin, who watched biting his lip. He made sure the petite brunette saw your tongues slide against one another; that he could see Namjoon's bulge as well as your chest. "Do you mind?" he asked Jimin, pretending to be annoyed. 
"Not at all," he replied. "I like watching."
"You do, huh? Is that something you guys all do in your little friend circle?" you said, "Watch each other fuck?"
"Not all of us," Jimin's eyes never let Namjoon's. To him, you might as well not even be there. "Just Namjoon and I."
"’We’ve never done anything like that’," you mocked Namjoon's deep voice and then giggled. "I bet you've done more than watch too."
"Again," Jimin said, "Only us two. Taehyung and Hoseok are mostly straight, but sadly Jin, Jungkook and Yoongi are strictly for the ladies. That just leaves Namjoonie and me," he glanced down at Namjoon's body and back up. 
"So, that's how he knew where this was," you laughed, wiggling the toy beside you. "I knew it. I totally got those vibes off of you when we met."
Sure, you did. If you picked up on 'vibes', you'd known what he was up to from the beginning. He let it slide and continued feeling up your chest, "I might like it every so often," he said, pecking your lips, "But nothing beats you."
"Oh yeah?" 
You two kissed and then you started a trail from his lips, to his jaw, then his neck. His eyes met Jimin's, and he detected a bit of discontent there. Jimin's eyes glanced over to you, completely oblivious to the exchange, and then back at him. Namjoon wiggled his eyebrows and smirked, looking down at Jimin's body, then shifting his eyes to you at his neck. He crossed his arms defiantly, but a pout made Jimin shrugged defeatedly and slide closer. His lips met Namjoon's first. They started with a few soft pecks, and then the kiss deepened. Jimin's tongue explored his once more; the sensation stoked the flames deep in his gut while your hand continued massaging his crotch. You clearly noticed the two men kissing, and joined them. Jimin eventually turned him away so both of you kissed in front of him. He watched Jimin's lips caress against yours, gasping when you showed your tongues to him. He reached out for Jimin's chest, feeling through the thin fabric for the hard nipples and hearing Jimin whimper into your mouth. He immediately pulled away back to you, cupping and grabbing both your breasts and burying his face into your neck as you made out with Jimin. 
"If your tits are so great," Jimin whispered, "Then I need to see what all the fuss is about." 
Jimin hooked his fingers on your neckline and slowly pulled it down underneath your bra. Namjoon looked on as your bra followed, and Jimin's mouth opened at the sight of it. You whimpered as he slid his tongue over the very middle of your nipple. Namjoon did the same to the other side and gave a low groan as he latched his mouth on your nipple. Both of them continued sucking and teasing your breasts while two hands sailed down your body. Namjoon felt your grip on him tighten when his hand reached between your thighs again. Jimin's fingers fumbled with your button and zipper, while Namjoon simply rubbed the center where you're most sensitive. 
"These are nice," Jimin said, kissing up your chest to your lips, "I get why he talked about them so much. I could play with these for hours too." 
"And I wouldn't complain either." 
He finished undoing your shorts, and Namjoon slid them down your body. Your lower half now exposed, both men felt your hot center. Namjoon's fingers slid over one side of your pussy, tracing the folds over your panties and occasionally brushing the clitorios underneath. Jimin massaged his on the other half, doing the same and even dipping further towards your entrance. Each man pinned a thigh to his lap and kept you spread as they bent down to inspect you. Namjoon threaded your panties through your slit, and Jimin began licking the exposed lips. You moaned and touched your breasts as his tongue slid up and down them, tasting the juices starting to seep through your underwear. Namjoon watched him. He watched his tongue, hot and pink, slip over where your panties hid your clit and flick it rapidly. It reminded him of whenever Jimin licked the underside of his cock. He groaned imagining Jimin's warm mouth on him again. Namjoon spread the lips apart, leaving your clitorius vulnerable to Jimin's invading tongue. Your panties still kept him from truly feeling you. Soon, Namjoon pulled the fabric aside and Jimin's mouth encompassed your pulsing pussy. Namjoon groaned, watching his tongue circle around your clit and lap at the space underneath it. The obscene suction sounds that came from him made him recall the time Jimin gave him a rimjob. 
"Want to watch me eat her pussy?" he asked, kissing him. He could taste your slickness on Jimin's lips, and he licked every bit he found. "I know you like watching that.” 
“Mm, please, do.” 
Namjoon got to his knees in front of you, and dove right in. Your moans sounded throughout the room as his tongue continued the same torturous motions Jimin used. He purposefully moaned straight inside you to see your reactions to the vibrations, and it was beautiful. Jimin sat beside you, teasing your breast with his hand as he observed. Namjoon met his eyes as he pointedly spread the lips and attacked your clit with his tongue. 
"Come down here," Namjoon moaned, swiping his tongue over it, "And eat her out with me."
Jimin moved down your body, keeping your thigh in hand, as he took the top half of your pussy. Namjoon lifted his hand to Jimin's lap, feeling a hardon through the shorts, and sunk in through the wide leg hole. Jimin moaned against your pussy as Namjoon began stroking him slowly. He went back to lapping at the flood of slick coming from you, teasing it back into your hole every so often. They both swirled their tongues over you, taking turns to flick at your clit and dip inside. Namjoon concentrated on the hard cock throbbing in his hand. He imagined the fun he could be having alone with it; the toys he could use to tease Jimin until he's begging to cum. He might do that once you leave. Jimin was right. Namjoon loved cock and ass. He loved Jimin's cock and ass. He swirled his thumb over the tip every time, which drove Jimin to whimper weakly into you. 
“Namjoonie…”
“Keep licking,” Namjoon ordered him, “You look so pretty eating pussy. I don’t want you to stop, and neither does our special playmate.”
“Oh no, please don’t stop,” you moaned, pushing into Jimin’s mouth. “Please.”
“See? She wants you to keep going,” Namjoon said, picking up speed with Jimin, “You don’t want to upset her, do you?” he leaned into Jimin’s ear, whispering, “Or me?”
“No, sir,” he whined. 
He looked up at you, and smiled. You were completely lost in your pleasure. You didn’t appear to care who ate you out, as long as someone did. Namjoon then slid two fingers inside you, jaw dropping at the walls immediately hugging his fingers. He kept a slow pace, ending each pump with a curl of his fingers while Jimin continued sucking your pussy. This new sensation caused you to start shuddering and eagerly grinding into their faces. Namjoon held you firmly against the couch and joined Jimin’s tongue in swirling. Both men occasionally broke away to kiss, making sure you saw them swab your juices between their mouths before returning to you. Your pussy clenched up around Namjoon’s fingers, which scissored to further stretch you. You were a vision of ecstasy and lust. He knew you’d do just about anything for that orgasm; you proved it the first time you had sex with him. He leaned back to see your body so vulnerable to them; you did nothing to fight them off as they took you closer and closer to your climax. He looked over to Jimin, who now had a wet spot on his gray pants from Namjoon’s hand pumping him. He reached for the waistband and tugged them down, Jimin sitting up only to help him remove them entirely. 
“Fuck, damnit, Jimin,” Namjoon moaned, seeing his erect penis standing and leaking, “Why does it always look so good?” 
He didn’t hesitate. He took the dripping head in his mouth and sucked the precum off. He continued pumping his fingers inside at the same speed. A stream of groans came from Jimin as he leaned back on the couch, giving Namjoon more space to bury his head in his lap. He loved the feeling of Jimin’s cock pushing on his tongue and sliding into his throat. He loved his nose reaching the pelvis, and sinking against Jimin’s skin, which he kept trimmed and neat. He enjoyed the soft prod Jimin’s tip gave his uvula every time he moved too far in, almost choking before pulling him out. He gave a few good sucks before returning to you, panting and worried you’d been forgotten. Namjoon eased this worry by switching motions: he fingered and licked you, while jerking Jimin off. Soon enough, you quaked and shuddered beside Jimin. 
“Are you gonna cum?” Jimin asked, immediately coming to your side and kissing you. “Is our pretty slut going to cum for us?”
“Yes,” you mumbled. Your moans grew higher as Jimin suckled your breasts, adding a pinch to the sensations Namjoon stirred below. “Yes, oh God, yes…”
You came into Namjoon’s mouth in a dizzy haze. You clutched Jimin’s arm and the couch cushion beneath you as Namjoon held you close to his face. He greedily swallowed the flow into his mouth. When the last breaths of your orgasm died away, he kissed up your stomach to your lips, then spoke softly: 
“Let’s go to my room. I have everything we’ll need for the next part in there.” 
They took you into the bedroom, where they both finished undressing. However, as you laid on the bed, breathless and panting, the two men crashed into one another. Hungrily kissing, Namjoon’s hands fell down Jimin’s body to his ass, which he gave a hard spank and gripped. Jimin went up Namjoon’s arms, gripping the flexed muscles until he reached his broad shoulders. He pushed himself into the long member standing against Namjoon’s stomach, and gently started stroking again. 
“Look what I brought,” Jimin showed off the toy he’d swiped from the living room. “Can I play with it while you fuck her…sir?” 
He let the word ‘Sir’ drip with seduction. “I can wear the clamps and the cover too,” he continued stroking and kissing Namjoon, “I’ve thought of playing with it all day.”
“The lube’s in the drawer.” 
He watched Jimin go to the drawer for the necessities, then went to you. “Looks like you’re getting the audience you wanted,” he sneered, crawling back over you and between your legs. 
“I’ve never done this before,” you said, pushing your pussy up against him. He could feel your wetness before he even sank inside. Looking down, he saw himself sliding over it as if being polished. “You know, two people before?”
“I should’ve asked if it was okay, my bad,” he said. “If it’s not, I really could tell Jimin you’re not cool with it.” Although, if Namjoon would send anyone away, it’d be you.
 “Or we could just, you know, stop now,” Jimin suggested, getting onto the bed and handing Namjoon a condom. 
“No, I don’t want to stop,” you pulled Namjoon down to kiss you, which he did fully. “I want both of you.” 
“And you’ll get both, baby. Let me just get Jimin ready, okay?”
He moved over to Jimin. Once their bodies touched again, Namjoon feared he’d never go back to you. “How about we start off simple this time?” He said, “For our special friend.” 
“Yes, Sir.”
Unlike you, Jimin did not require tons of preparation. Namjoon took the lubricant from the drawer nearby and rolled Jimin over. He grabbed one of Jimin's round, soft cheeks and kneaded it with his palm. He pinched and spanked each side once or twice just to see it jiggle in front of him. Jimin spread out next to you, you watched as Namjoon squirted lubricant over the tight hole. Jimin mewled at the fingers slowly circling his entrance, but stayed perfectly still. His hands gripped the pillow as he felt two digits slide inside, a long groan following. Namjoon loved watching him come undone. He loved seeing that cocky, smug expression contorted with pleasure Namjoon can give or deny. Jimin’s ass clenched around his fingers and pulled them in deeper, which Namjoon had to refrain from doing. He knew with a few good pumps in the right spot, Jimin would shudder and shake all over. Then, his lovely throbbing cock would twitch and spray cum everywhere, leaving Namjoon without. 
“I want your cock,” Jimin whined, forcing himself to remain stiff like Namjoon always wants. “Please…”
Namjoon glanced over at you, and found you slowly touching your center again. He knew he should give it to you a little before sending you off; it was only fair, since that’s what you came for. But, Jimin looked so good laying in his bed, ass presented and ready to be filled by him. 
“You’ll have it soon,” Namjoon said, “But for now, be a good boy and keep this in here.”
Jimin grunted, but it was quickly cut off by the full force of the toy inside him. Angling his body sideways, he reached down behind himself and continued pushing the toy deep. Namjoon stared at where the bright colored dildo met Jimin’s ass. He saw the way his hole stretched around it, much like with his fingers, and swallowed it. Namjoon absentmindedly tore open a condom wrapper, rolled it on, and slipped into you. He heard you cry out softly, and instantly regretted the sudden plunge. He mumbled a slew of apologies before making subtle movements into you. His cock throbbed inside you, and forced himself to gaze at you while Jimin’s moans reached his ears. He let his thumb work on your swollen clitoris once he began moving faster. The hard nub easily rolled around his thumbpad every time he touched it, brushing up underneath and over whenever your bodies met. Your dripping sex made the clear condom glisten on his cock. He didn’t need one when he fucked Jimin. They both tested regularly, and kept themselves clean. Jimin didn’t care if Namjoon busted inside him, because nothing came from it…except the satisfaction of watching it leak out. 
When your eyes fell shut, and your head tilted back, he knew he’d hit the right spot again. Namjoon almost chased it down. He glanced over to Jimin, who’d kept the same gradual pace. He saw Jimin’s chest and stomach tensing each time the toy pressed deep inside; he saw redness flushing up his cheeks and neck. Pink lips hung open in each breathy moan; dark brown eyes begged for him to come across the bed. Namjoon lifted your hips and pounded into a different angle, causing your orgasm to come early. 
Under different circumstances, Namjoon might’ve tried holding off your climax. He’d stop, shush you softly, and let it sink back down before resuming his pace. He’d have you in different positions: letting you ride out an orgasm on top, pinning you down by your hips in doggystyle, holding you close and caressing you on your sides, and bending you into a curve and sliding into you while you watched. The box under his bed would not go unused either. He’d find other places to take you before sending you home. He’d relay the story to his friends afterwards, all of them eager for details and photos he might have of you (and he’d have them). But right now, as you stayed contorted and satiated from his efforts, his mind instantly moved to Jimin. 
“Come here, you.” 
He’d begun kissing Jimin deeply, his hand replacing Jimin’s and keeping the toy’s languid pace. “Hard or soft?” he asked Jimin, kissing across his cheek to his ear, “I’ll let you pick.” 
“I want it ha-”
“Ugh, whatever,” you scoffed. 
You slid off the bed, and stood beside them. “You know,” you said to Namjoon, “If you preferred guys, you should just fuck guys instead of messing around with people’s feelings.”
“Hey, that doesn’t mean I don’t like you,” he insisted, reaching out for you before you pulled away. “I think you’re great, and really hot. This is just how threesomes work. I can’t leave Jimin high and dry.”
“Then what’s her name, Namjoon?” asked Jimin. Namjoon sensed the coldness in his tone, “If she’s so great and so hot, what’s her name?”
“She knows what her name is,” Namjoon laughed softly. “She doesn’t…need me to tell her…”
You gasped, eyes wide in realization, “You don’t remember my fucking name, do you?!”
“Oh, he knew at one point,” Jimin intervened, “But then he forgets. Like I said, forgetful guy. He’d forget his head if it wasn’t on his shoulders.” 
“Jimin!”
“You’re ‘Sexy Barista’ on his phone-”
Namjoon gave a hard spank to his ass, but Jimin only giggled at his and your pain. “Look, who cares about names, anyways? I think nicknames are cuter,” he immediately excused, “You can be Sweet Pe-”
“-Fuck you, Namjoon!” you shouted, smacking him across the face. “Don’t ever call me again.”
You muttered a very unforgivable slur, and stalked out of the room. “You should’ve put her name as ‘Slutty Bitch Hoe-Bag Cunt Twat Stupid as Fuck Whore Face Shit-”
“-That’s enough, Jimin.” 
Namjoon heard you walking about the living room, most likely finding your clothes and getting dressed. He supposed that was the end of his fun time with you. He turned back to see Jimin no longer using the toy, but rather holding it in his hand. Namjoon saw the annoyed look on Jimin’s face, and frowned. He crawled back over to him, cupped his cheek, and kissed him softly. Perhaps he did like men more. He knew he liked Jimin.  He didn’t stop him as Jimin rolled him onto his back and mounted him, sliding the stiff member inside him easily. The quick motion caused both of them to moan in unison. Namjoon was compelled to push up into him, but he maintained restraint. 
“I’m going,” Jimin breathed, rocking his hips back and forth, “To make you cum harder, longer, and more times than that little skank ever could. You stay there and watch.” 
“Yes, sir,” Namjoon laughed through a moan, hands up against the headboard. 
And Jimin began to prove exactly why Namjoon should give up on stupid college girls.
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Yoongi x Jimin
UKIYO by Sharleena (22/22 | 410,772 | E)
A story of tender tides and unmoving hummingbirds.
浮世
(mafia au with magical elements/realism)
fav fic i’ve ever read,  this is a masterpiece and i recommend reading it even if you don’t really ship them! MIND THE TAGS!!!
c/n: more under the cut
Sunny with a Chance of Lizards by SugarAndMint (7/7 |  59,542 | T)
Yoongi has problems with: - his cat (though she can be cute sometimes) - his friends (though he wouldn’t be able to live without them) - his work (just needs to figure some things out, is all)
And now, apparently, Yoongi also has a problem with dialing the right phone number and not falling for the nice stranger's voice on the other side.
(wrong number au, not a text fic!!!!)
it’s been a long time since i’ve read this but i think about this fic once a week!! (mind the tags: talks about depression)
Taehyung x Jeongguk
Chemistry by Taehcheeks (11/11 | 200,913 | E)
“What’s your zodiac sign?”
“Virgo,” Jungkook responds without thinking. He frowns, glaring. “Why?”
“Hm, I can work with that,” Taehyung says. “I’m a Capricorn.”
“Fascinating. Now back to Chemistry -”
“Isn’t that what I was talking about?”
[Or, Jungkook just wants to get his tutoring sessions with the President's son over with. Taehyung just wants to get his cute tutor under him.]
(uni au)
if you’re into taekook i cannot rec this author enough!! MIND THE TAGS!!
(if you’re looking for something more lighthearted i’d rec Dilemma)
Symbiosis by Taehcheeks (18/18 | 227,759 | E)
symbiosis- n. interaction between two different organisms living in close physical association, typically to the advantage of both.
“So that means you’re okay with it?” Jungkook asks, his tone an odd mix of surprise and sarcasm.
Taehyung hums his affirmation, making Jungkook finally look at him. His eyes are unreadable, even to him. They search over Taehyung’s face before Jungkook’s full body turns and they’re a breath apart.
“Why?”
“It’s a good union,” Taehyung explains simply. “Good for my family and yours. For you and I specifically.”
(arranged marriage au, rich x rich)
a bit more lighthearted than chemistry... but not a lot
SEVENTEEN
Jeonghan x DK
Well-Applied Pressure by preciouslittletime (1/1 | 15,613 | E)
Jeonghan is the golden boy of the MLS with a crush on the new team athletic trainer
(soccer au / athlethe x physical therapist)
sooooooooo good i love famous x non-famous (even though that’s not really~ adressed in the fic) idk. i love it!
Whenever You’re Lost by Sunburst (2/2 | 25,540 | M)
Maybe in Jeonghan’s mind Seokmin is already kilometres away. Maybe in Jeonghan’s mind, Seokmin is the one who is out of reach.
(childhood friends to lovers au)
idk what to say!! just a lot of introspection, pining and beautiful prose!!
Hoshi x Woozi
yours truly, jihoon by acquariusblues (8/8 |  74,000 | T)
When Jihoon's confession songs are released on Soundcloud all titled to his previous crushes, one of the songs is dedicated to his brother's boyfriend of almost three years. To cover it up, Jihoon agrees to fake date one of his other pretty crushes - Kwon Soonyoung.
(to all the boys i’ve loved before au!)
listen! This author gets howoo! they’re one of the only ones i trust to write them well and in character
all eyes on you by acquariusblues (5/5 | 104,261 | M)
The thing is – Jihoon has no desire to speak to Soonyoung. Sure the guy has appeared in a few of his classes, but Jihoon is busy focusing on improving his own skills instead of mingling with the new loud kid. So he stays in his corner stretching and watches boys and girls ask Soonyoung all about his life and ignores how Soonyoung’s smile seems way too bright for someone who danced alone in the dark.
(enemies to friends to lovers, dance au)
but actually read all of this author’s fics (still so sad they never posted their seokhan fic :( )
NCT DREAM
Mark x Haechan
meet me halfway by tinymark (lumoon33) (2/2 | 41,888 | T)
"I'm Donghyuck," another kid says, tanner skin than Jaemin's, softer cheeks, and slightly crooked teeth. "Your braces are kinda cool," he exclaims, his voice pitched baby-high, fearlessly loud, shameless.
Mark goes wide-eyed, a little breathless at the offhand comment, at the randomness of it. He can't help it when he snaps his lips closed together, embarrassed under the attention coming from someone brave enough to beam with crooked teeth. That's what makes the boy's smile prettier, somehow, the lack of impulse to hide it, uneven teeth shining proudly under the bright lights of the practice room.
Maybe that's how it all starts.
(or: mark lee’s journey to self-love ft. lee donghyuck’s help)
(canon compliant au!!! trainee days exploration)
i love kpop fics where they explore the trainee days idk, also this author has so many markhyuck fics and they’re all so good so if this one doesn’t appeal to you than check out their profile!!! 
The Dream Chaser by taeyongseo (11/11 |  69,457 | M)
The first night Mark arrives in his new hometown, he dreams of Haechan, the boy with the sharp smile and an even sharper tongue. When Mark finds out that Haechan is the same boy who went missing the night after Mark arrived, he's willing to do anything to find him.
(mystery au!)
veryyyy fun to try and figure out what happened / who did it!!
Jeno x Jaemin 
Mind says check, body says mate by moonseul (1/1, 14,852 | E)
“My high school chess rival is here,” Jeno announces, panicked.
“I don’t understand what this has got to do with chess,” Renjun says.
And oh, god bless Renjun’s soul, because this has everything to do with chess.
“My high school chess rival. He got hot.”
(chess rivals to lovers au)
such a fun au!! if you’re in the mood for something lighthearted this is your fic!
Cat Trophies and Catastophes by mintdrop (1/1 | 16,151 | E)
After not too long, Jaemin returns to the doorway. In his arms is his wicked little cat, looking unapologetic and nuzzling Jaemin’s bare chest with unprecedented enthusiasm. When their eyes make contact, Jeno could swear she places her paw up against the man’s left pec just to spite him. Jeno’s jaw nearly drops open in jea—shock.
“Is she yours?”
“Y-Yeah,” Jeno eventually manages to stutter out. Then another moment of dumb staring. And then— “Oh god. I’m sorry. Let me take her.”
(Jeno discovers that his cat has been sneaking out to neighbor's house each night to sleep with him and collect his personal belongings. Disaster follows when he further discovers that his neighbor is hot. And sleeps shirtless.)
(neighbours au!)
same as above, fun and fluffy (and smutty)
NCT 127
Taeyong x Johnny
The Spell That Binds by taeyongseo (35/35 | 201,775 | E)
It was not that Johnny and his friends had a penchant for getting into trouble. It was just that letting the Gryffindors win was not an option. And then there was Taeyong, top-of-the-class Taeyong, who always seemed to be around to watch them all with a disapproving frown. Getting a rise out of the Ravenclaw prefect was half the fun, really.
(hp au)
this fic is the fic that convinced me to become a nctzen! i read this and thought hmm i should check these guys out. a masterpiece. give it a chance even if you’ re not into johnyong, it’s simply a must read! (also there are only 2-3 explicit chapters if i remember correctly so if you’re under 18 just skip those and read the rest of the fic)
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if none of these fics are your thing: i put a link to the ao3 page of each ship sorted by kudos so for all the ppl who don’t know how best to use ao3, just click on the pairing u want to read xx
ok that’s it: next time txt and skz
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