#bts mxm

[moccahobi]

Cafe Amore [Jimin x Taehyung]

Summary: Taehyung and Jimin live two opposite lives only connected by their work at a coffee shop. Yet Jimin desperately wants more. Can they bond over coffee despite Taehyung disliking it?

Personal Prompt: How does Cafe Amore make such good coffee? Simple! They make regular sacrifices to coffee gods.

Paring: Jimin (BTS) x Taehyung (BTS)

Genre: Coffee Shop AU, Fluff

Warnings: Light mention of human sacrifices

Word Count: 2.5k words

A/N: This is part of @thebtswritersclub project "heating up"! I also got the prompt "coffee shop au" which I am a sucker for. And I had an old prompt I wrote that I could use! Also. Normally I use photos from BTS's facebook for my banners. Today, I used ones from the BTS World Wiki. I remembered Jimin having been a mochi maker and just knew the vibes would fit.

In a world of darkness and frustration, what is the one thing that can brighten it all?

For Jimin and his world of darkness ( the morning rush at Cafe Amore), the answer is the boxy and warm smile of Kim Taehyung (his coworker and the only person working the front with him). The morning rush had started sooner than he was scheduled though, and Jimin was flooded with coffees, drowning in an aroma he previously loved. It was a bad idea for the coffee aficionado to work here, cursed to explain over and over again what a piccolo and a (real) macchiato are.

An hour into the rush and Taehyung finally enters. Bless his heart but he knew nothing about coffee before working at the cafe. He didn't even drink it. Instead his mind was on the specialty drinks and fun flavors he could make. It was endearing and scary how much sugar Taehyung could consume when practicing his drinks. Cafe Amore has amazing beans that shouldn't be ignored, yet here Taehyung was, almost always ignoring it. It did mean that Taehyung took Mr. "Cat" when he came in asking for a "macchiato" which Jimin was forever grateful for. 

He was Jimin's best (work) friend, and Jimin always found himself thinking about how he might become real friends. The ocean between work friends and real friends felt insurmountable though. Nothing in sight and mapless.

Instead Jimin tried to find comfort in being work friends, to savor their laughter and treasure the smiles. Taehyung didn't seem like someone who'd be friends with Jimin anyways. A jazzy free spirit didn't seem to mesh well with an uptight perfectionist. Jimin spent all his freetime locked away in a dance studio while Taehyung explored the city and found niche places all around. They seemed to live in separate worlds bridged only by their work.

Jimin tapped Taehyung's calf as he rushed to get changed in the back. The rush was no where near done but now at least the rush would feel better. Taehyung was a magical salve full of small comments and smiles that fueled Jimin to keep going. 

"I went to a jazz bar this weekend. It was so fun! When we have a chance, I'll show you pictures." Taehyung said as he signed into the next register, his warm hand patting Jimin's shoulder.

Jimin nodded, swallowing the silly feelings of jealousy over being able to see these events but not be let in. He chose being a busybody, but sometimes he wished for more. Taehyung made him want more. 

"I had to work all weekend," Jimin forced a laugh, "Jazz sounds so much nicer."

With that, the two slid into a silent dance, rushing around to feed and fuel the 100+ coffee (and non-coffee) lovers who filled the rush. Not infrequently, they'd brush against each other, the barista bar space a glorified gap between the counters. Jimin felt himself relaxing when they bumped into each other, Taehyung's warmth a kind break from the fire of customers and the boil of the barista machine.

Two hours later, Taehyung was able to finally make himself a smoothie and the two could take a breather.

"One of the songs made me think of you." He started, the blender screaming over him, "I mean, I don't know how to dance well, but it seemed like one that would have great potential for dancing."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Do you dance to jazz much?"

Jimin shrugged, "Not really. I'd be down to try though."

Try for you. His traitorous mind supplied, And then maybe you can come watch me perform.

"What do you dance to then?" Taehyung asked as he filled his cup and grabbed a straw.

"Contemporary and ballet. But I've not had much time lately," Jimin sighed and looked down, "My dance studio cut the classes I'm teaching so I've been picking up more shifts here."

Taehyung nodded, "Lot's more?"

"I mean... My pay here is much worse than my pay at the studio so yeah. I get to see the place at much quieter hours now though."

"That sounds creepy! I didn't think this place ever wasn't busy."

Jimin laughed, "There's a time between 3am and 5am that is near dead!"

Taehyung shook his head, "Sounds like a brutal time to be working. They should just close the shop then."

Jimin shrugged and took a sip of his latte.

"Were you working Saturday night?"

He nodded.

"That's when I went to this jazz bar. Want to see some of it now?"

Before long another rush came.Jimin was swept up in the hectic rush of the day,  one song in the backtrack of his mind. It hung over him and he found himself stealing away to his mind to choreograph it. It totally wasn't because of the cute video of Taehyung dancing to it surrounded by old couples. The song was just good.

It would be three more days before Taehyung and Jimin were scheduled together again. Their days off just slightly overlapped and left an awkward day when one was working and the other wasn’t. *It also meant that there was a day both had off.* Jimin was asked to take his break early that day, finally getting a moment off his feet to sit and breathe. Given… early meant 4 hours in rather than 5. One of the few things he hated about the cafe was never being able to breathe while working. There was almost always work to do and if there wasn’t, a manager could find more. Sure he and Taehyung spent their fair share of time talking, but if there wasn’t the threat of more work to do soon they were working on something as they talked.

Jimin took a deep breath and looked out of the shop, imagining what he'd be doing now if bills weren't such a threat. Maybe he'd be dancing. Maybe he'd be spending more time with his cat. Maybe he'd be with friends. It was times like this that made Jimin frustrated that he had to work to live. The world was cruel and unfair and his jobs weren’t lucrative. Even with a roommate, money could get tight. The stress of living sometimes weighed on Jimin more than it seemed it weighed on others. If only he didn’t need to work. If only he could leave and not work ever again.

Jimin sighed, not liking the upset he felt at the thought of working, wanting to focus on the fun he had with Taehyung at work. He spent so many hours of his life here, stuck in the cafe with a smile. Would he be happier if he didn't work here? if he was doing other things?

"Try my new drink!" Taehyung bounded over, a neon blue beverage in his hands like a neon blue light breaking Jimin’s dark thoughts.

Jimin laughed and felt some tension leave him. He refused to think about how many spoonfuls of sugar were in the drink but at least it looked unique. 

"It's a blueberry pie milkshake. One of my neighbors back home gave me a ton of blueberries that I'd been keeping in the freezer for a good time. Inspiration struck me so here it is!"

Jimin nodded, taking a slow sip the sugary sweetness coating his tongue and only barely cut through by a small hint of acid, "Mhhh. I imagine the customers who like dessert drinks will love this."

"What about you?" Taehyung asked, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

"Yeah. I think I would prefer it to be a bit tarter, but it's good." Jimin said, trying to think of how much more of him he could stomach of the sugary drink. His latte will help cut through the sugar so maybe a few more sips.

Taehyung nodded before going back behind the counter to continue working. Tiny cups lined upon the counter made Jimin worried. Was he going to offer free samples to customers? Jimin cut his break a bit shorter to toss the half-drunk milkshake out when Taehyung was in the back after watching Taehyung offer a tiny bit to anyone who passed the counter.

The rest of their day flowed uneventfully aside from one customer who spat out Taehyung’s milkshake and called it the “worst thing ever imagined”. Taehyung thankfully just laughed it off but it did mean more cleaning and Jimin took to doing it when Mr. Cat came in and his eyes zeroed in on the final batch of samples Taehyung had. That’d make the whole “worst thing ever imagined” ordeal disappear. 

Jimin was first to sign off and he found himself struck by the urge to stay later if only to get off at the same time as Taehyung. Theoretically he could stay and talk with Taehyung, but he had hours of housework to do and he didn’t want to be at this cafe longer than needed. Curse modern media for making it seem like grabbing a drink after work was a common thing.

With staggered shifts at the cafe, it meant that often only one person left at a time. Yet often it felt like the only thing he could try to branch the ocean of distance between work and life. How else would one become friends with coworkers? Sure Jimin had Taehyung’s number from the work chat… but was that really something he could use? No. Jimin sighed when he got into his car, taking a few moments to breathe before driving away.

Taehyung was at work before Jimin the next day, his eyes wide as he sipped a black drink.

"What ya' got there?" Jimin asked as he clocked in.

"Americano."

"Sugary?"

"No. It's black."

"Thought you didn't like black coffee," Jimin said with a laugh as he walked back to grab his apron.

"I didn't think I did. But Mr. Cat had some after getting a whiff of someone’s latte. Don’t ask me how or why he smelled someone’s latte. Made me decide to try one."

Jimin nodded but didn't know what to say. All their coffee smelled good to him and as he brewed himself a cappuccino, it didn’t smell different. Nor did it taste different when he took a sip. Well the milk did, but that was because they got a different brand. He watched as Taehyung reached for a second cup of americano and eventually a third.

"You might want to slow down on your coffee." Jimin finally said, reaching out to take the cup from Taehyung.

"Why? I'm enjoying the coffee."

Jimin nodded and laughed, "Yeah. But this has a lot of caffeine, especially if you've not had much caffeine before. Maybe switch to a decaf one? Or water? Maybe some food."

Taehyung sighed, "Wow. Ok, dad. This has water in it," But he did grab something to eat from his bag and started sipping on his water.

"The coffee here is really good though. You might really like it in a latte or cappuccino. The milk mellows out the bitterness."

Taehyung nodded, his cheeks filling with his breakfast bar, "How do they make it so good? This batch smelled better than others so maybe they changed a supplier?"

Jimin shrugged, "Not that I know of."

The conversation died down as a rush came, the usual caffeine junkies and work-in-cafe people coming and going throughout the two hours. Jimin was glad that Taehyung didn’t have a chance to make another drink for himself. The dude was definitely shaking from how much he already drank. 

"Omg! what if they started sacrificing people to make their coffee better?" Taehyung said, jumping from the chair he was lounging on during his break, his eyes wide. Jimin was thankful that Taehyung wasn’t holding his latte as he started swinging his arms around. 

Jimin laughed and shook his head.

"I've read stories of people investigating similar stuff, "Taehyung continued, coming up to the counter to whisper conspiratorially, "I once heard of someone... I think his name was Namjoon and he went searching into a coffee shop because their stuff suddenly got good but people were going missing. Do we know of anyone who went missing recently?

Raising an eyebrow, Jimin tried to think of where this story might have come from "I don't think so. Besides, I've been working 50 hours lately, when would they have had time to kidnap people? How would it even make the coffee better?"

Taehyung threw his hands up, his eyes widening with dramatics, "There are gods you can sacrifice people to, duh."

Did this come from a book Taehyung read? 

Jimin nodded, sipping his tea, "Sure. So this Namjoon dude went and investigated?"

Taehyung nodded, "Yeah. Apparently in the attic, there was a whole ass cult!" Taehyung shivered, "Imagine if that was happening here!"

"We have an office above us and no basement."

"You never know! What if they just told us that? Anyways Namjoon went missing apparently."

Jimin nodded, his mind finally landing on a book that fit what Taehyung was talking about. *Dungeons and Dry Cappuccinos.*, "Maybe Namjoon ended up being sacrificed. Maybe the missing people were a lure for people with no life who spent too much time online."

That last part wasn’t part of the story but it always seemed true to Jimin. 

Taehyung hummed, deep in thought, "I saw pictures of him somewhere. He's hot. I think he actually wooed this god named Seokjin. They, like, lived happily ever after. What if he and this god married and have coffee orchards?"

Jimin laughed, thinking back on the promotional material for the book, "I don't think coffee orchards exist."

"You know what I mean."

Jimin nodded, "If that's the case and no one has gone missing around us,how do we keep the coffee here so good? Clearly it’s good for the bank."

“Well our dessert drinks are more expensive so I don’t know about that. But…” Taehyung got quiet, his eyes focusing on nothing as he thought, "If Seokjin has blessed us then I think there has to be more love here. Not enough romance happens. That has to change."

Taehyung looked serious, his eyes burning with passion. Jimin felt alive with the intimidation and curiosity. What was Taehyung playing at?

Jimin laughed and shook his head, "How?"

"Go on a date with me."

His breath caught in his throat, unable to believe that Taehyung was asking this. Searching Taehyung’s face, Jimin saw no mirth anymore. Was he serious? 

"What?"

The sureness left Taehyung’s face and he looked down, scraping at some dried coffee grounds, "To appease the coffee gods, of course."

Was Taehyung just as unsure about getting closer? Jimin smiled, trying to calm the excitement in his stomach.

"Of course. It’s vital we appease Seokjin. When?"

[j-a-nuary]

Warnings: toxic gf, biphobia (probably), suggestive/not explicit, YoonJin are dumb/bad at feelings

Recital

4k - written after that bog socks gifset of Yoongi and Jin.

For Jin, it starts with a slip of paper. He’s nervous. Whoever his partner is, he feels bad for them. He wasn’t bad, but he definitely wasn’t up to par.

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[hamjinie]

LOOKING FOR LONG TERM RP PARTNERS

hi hi!! I’m actively still searching for long term roleplay partners!. I am open to do fxf kpop girl groups, just ask me. you have to be 21+ please since i love to write mature and smut. also I’m looking for someone to play namjoon for a namjin rp. i have my whole list on my account which explains in detail for everyone to see!. i can’t wait to start roleplaying!. just send me a dm or like and I’ll reach out!. thank you!!

[lum1nesc-nt]

open for : m/m

muse : park yejun. vampyr. a kind man, who has lots to hide.

i did a plot like this a while ago and i’ve fallen completely in love with it. a vampire who tries to live a normal life, and a close friend who just so happens to be obsessed with everything supernatural. we don’t have to stick to this exact plot, but the muse i would be using will stay the same. i haven’t gotten to use him outside of this roleplay.

if you’d like to see more of yejun’s visuals, i’ve got his pinterest board here : https://pin.it/1AFtI8srV

and if you’re still interested, please do like this post or message me!

[dwaekkicidal]

Okay so in your little sharing is caring au, who would you say is up to more member×member stuff, I know Chan and Jisung are 2, but who else are and do they have any specific people 👀

Also can I please ask for some rimming (reader or member giving, but preferably member receiving. you can ignore this btw all up to you) and maybe anal, reader receiving but could be member and reader who cares, theres just always a lack of anal so I have to ask when I can 😅😭

i actually had a whole thing planned out for who would fuck who without the reader being there (and i was planning on writing some stuff for it tbh) but i wasn't sure if anybody would like it so I scrapped it and took it out 😭😭 if anybodys interested though i would write some stuff ><

also for the 2nd part of this I will try to write something for both! :3 I've never wrote rimming before but i'm down to give it a try! it will just have to wait a little while >< (hopefully only a week or 2 ><)

Anyways, the dynamics between the boys that I had wrote/liked for the story was:

The boys who only want (reader) are: Hyunjin & Seungmin The boys who are open to specific people, but wouldn’t specify: Minho, Changbin, & Jeongin The boys who are open to anyone (including each other): Chan, Han, & Felix

For Chris I could see him being generally open to all of the members, but maybe would be hesitant with Hyunjin and Seungmin if they ever changed their minds (along with Changbin ><).. but I think it would take little to no convincing for him lol

Felix and Han,, I can see them not caring about anything and just being open to every last person. Including Hyunjin and Seungmin.

I could see Min being open to Han and Felix right off the bat, but later opening up to the idea of Chris (and if Hyunjin ever changed his mind, him too :3)

Same thing for Changbin kind of but I think it would take him a lot longer to open up to Chris and Han, so mainly Felix for Changbin. I think if Seungmin and Hyunjin ever changed their minds, he would be hesitant but still a little interested in them

Jeongin,,,, I think he would only think to go for Chris and Felix, but would be open to Han pretty easily. But I don't think it would be a first name to come to mind for him unless something triggered it lol so Han would probably have to make the first move/ask about it. Everybody else I think would be no's for him sex-wise

I think if Hyunjin ever changed his mind, Changbin is one of the people he would run to LMAO. Other than that, I think he would be ok with Felix, Min, and possibly Han.

If Seungmin changed his mind I think he would mainly only be open to Han or Felix. Though I could see him opening up to Chris and Changbin eventually.

[m0nxxa]

ROLEPLAY REQUEST

Hi ! I'm looking for a strictly m x m BTS roleplay, i don't roleplay with OC's so you must have a member you would like to play as.

BASIC INFO

i have no triggers

my literacy ranges from lit to novella depending on my partner.

18+ only, MDNI, NSFW themes included

my main muse is Hoseok, but I'm up to experimenting with others

discord heavily preferred

im open to experimenting with ships :)

favorite genres are angst and slice of life

NO OMEGAVERSE, ETC

PLOTS

i mostly tend to head off with plots based off of HYYH, although i love AU's a lot too and im always happy to come up with a plot together!

apocalyptic AU's, crime and such things are welcome!

CONCLUSION

PM if interested, i don't bite! <3

[agustrp]

kitty / pup, 18+ GMT. they/he. roleplayer for 10 years. semi lit / novella. discord writer.

Hello!

i’m looking for long term roleplay partners. i write for BTS RPF and squid game.

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Who do i write?

♡- kim namjoon (bts)

♡- kim seokjin (bts)

♡- min yoongi (bts)

♡- jeon jungkook (bts)

♡- salesman / recruiter (squid game)

♡- cho hyun-hu (squid game)

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i’m looking to roleplay:

(bold is who i’d like to play)

♡- yoonjin (yoongi x jin)

♡- namjin (namjoon x jin)

♡- namgi (yoongi x namjoon)

♡- taekook (taehyung x jungkook)

♡- namkook (namjoon x jungkook)

♡- salesman x gi-hun (squid game)

♡- hyun-ju x young-mi (squid game)

♡- hyun-ju x oc (squid game)

♡- thanos x oc (squid game)

♡- thanos x namgyu (squid game)

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do i have any plots for any of them?

BTS:

♡- enemies to lovers

♡- supernatural / werewolves / vampires

♡- omegaverse

♡- “they share one bed”

♡- fluff and angst

♡- coffee shop au.

SQUID GAME:

♡- enemies to lovers

♡- friends to lovers

♡- dead dove do not eat (can discuss it)

♡- kidnapped + tortured. (salesman x gi-hyun)

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Rules + Boundaries:

♡- i pretty much will rp anything. all kinks, plots welcome. be as freaky or stupid as you like. i don’t have any triggers so all fine for me.

♡- i’m not the best smut writer but i will try my best. i like my smut to be bratty. i like having bratty moments with humiliation. if my character is bottoming, they will be a brat. praiseing and humiliation absolutely. however i do love a good fluffy rp :)

♡- i understand we all have lives outside of roleplay. i do too. i try to reply as quick as i can which could be a few hours to a few days. i will let you know if i have stuff going on and id like you to do the same too. i will nudge here and there. please dont ghost me.

♡-i absolutely adore talking ooc. i love making carrd sheets for my characters in the specific rp worlds we’re doing. i want to be able to character and world build with you. we will have a section on discord where we share about our characters and the world. if it’s a new world from scratch, id love to be able to plot out where it is, shops, scenery, npcs etc. mood boards, playlists etc! absolutely.

♡- if you don’t like a plot, wanna swap etc tell me. i don’t double but im happy to swap and start a new rp if so!

♡- i’m always down to try new things / kinks / writing etc. just let me know. this also goes that PLEASE tell me if you have any triggers so i know to avoid them. we want the rp to be welcoming and safe.

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If you would like to rp with me in any of these, send me a dm. i’d prefer you tell me what interests you and if you have anything else you’d want to add or anything. i’d love to plot with you.

i’d like to roleplay on discord and use tupperbox. it’s easier to manage and the layout works better than tumblr.

please be over 18. minors don’t interact. thank you :)

[sweetestofchaos]

Knock, Knock | L.JB x M.YG | Three

🩸pairing: Jaebeom x Yoongi

genre: Fluff - Thriller

🩸au: Soulmate AU, Smut, Vampire AU, MxM

word count: .9K

🩸warnings: none

rating: Teen (will change later on)

Yoongi and Jungkook visit Hoseok at his family shop

🩸a/n: I've had this written for a while. I wanted to add more to it but it would become too long. I hope you enjoy this small update. Support/drip/mdni divider made by @adornedwithlight

taglist: @theharrowing @minisugakoobies

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Side by side, Yoongi and Jungkook find their way into town. They stroll the streets, peering into shop windows and ignoring all the unwanted stares around them. It feels that the whole town knows who they are, though Jungkook explains from what Samson told him, everyone knows everyone in the town. Jungkook isn’t surprised by all the stares but he does wish that the townsfolk would be a little more self aware. 

There is a light mist in the air that makes Jungkook and Yoongi’s hair damp and strands stick to their faces. Jungkook’s eyeliner is a little smudged from the moisture but Yoongi thinks it looks good on the younger man. They stumble upon Hoseok’s family record store and before they can walk away, Hoseok is waving at them from behind the counter, waving them inside. Yoongi rolls his eyes while Jungkook giggles and drags him inside the shop.

Hoseok’s whole face lights up upon seeing his new friends and he jumps over the counter with a smile on his face.

“I didn’t think you guys would be stopping by today.”

“We didn’t plan it,” Yoongi says after a few moments of silence after seeing that Jungkook is already gone from his side. The younger one looks around the store with wide eyes. Hoseok chuckles and Yoongi sighs as he pushes some hair from his face. “Everyone keeps staring at us.”

Hoseok hums in agreement while nodding his head, “Yeah, that would be your grandparent’s fault. They put your pictures in the paper.”

“W-What?!” Yoongi stares at Hoseok in horror and Hoseok shrugs his shoulders.

“I guess they were excited or something? I don’t really know…but yeah. Everyone in town knows who the two of you are.”

Hoseok motions for Yoongi to follow him and they walk over to the counter. There on the countertop is the town newspaper. Yoongi’s eyes narrow at the sight of his and Jungkook’s pictures on the front page. He doesn’t understand why it is such a big deal that he came to town. It’s not like he is going to relocate and live here. He has a life back home with his family and friends.

He enjoys his job and the relationships that he has made over the years. Does he wish for more? Sure, doesn’t everyone? A bigger place would be nice. More money would make parts of his life less stressful but Yoongi will not give any of that up, not for money or for someone he hasn’t heard of until a few weeks ago. 

“Hyung, look!” 

Jungkook calls Yoongi over from across the store. He is standing in front of a wall full of framed photographs. Most are in black and white, while a few others are in color. Yoongi walks over and stands beside Jungkook, leaning in to get a better look at the black and white photo that caught the younger man’s eyes. A group of three men are standing in front of a beautiful mansion, none of the men are smiling and they are dressed in similar styled clothing. Yoongi thinks the men are all quite handsome in their own ways but he is drawn to the man in the center.

“They look so cool, Hyung! L-Like they are filming a movie or something.” Jungkook grabs onto Yoongi’s hand and squeezes it tightly as he wiggles around beside him in excitement. “Hoseok Hyung, who are these guys?” 

Hoseok joins the duo by the wall and looks at the photo. His eyes widen a fraction of a second before he schools his face and smiles. He points to each man as he names them in order from left to right. 

“This is the Lim clan…or family I guess you would call them now. They came over from South Korea and took up residence here in town. Lore has it that the Lim’s came to town to expand their bloodline. This is Mark, Jaebeom and Jinyoung,” Hoseok giggles before he points to the photo, “Fun fact? They always stand in numerical order by age. Mark is the oldest and Jinyoung is the youngest. Jaebeom is the middle brother but I honestly don't believe it.”

“Why?” Jungkook questions, his eyes wide and shining in awe.

“What’s that saying? If there are two siblings, the shorter one is older!”

Jungkook and Hoseok laugh while Yoongi cracks a smile. The saying does hold some weight for him and his brother. He isn’t much taller than his older brother, but he is still taller.

Turning to face Hoseok, Yoongi juts his thumb at the photo, “They still around or what?”

Hoseok’s eyes glimmer at the question and he stares at the photo in question with a smile on his lips. 

“The mansion in the woods belongs to them. The town library holds the rights to the building since one of their relatives works there. His name is Youngjae, he’s the head libaran.”

“So the bloodline stayed in this town?” Jungkook’s nose scrunches at the thought. “I don’t think I could spend my whole life in one place.”

Hoseok shakes his head, “Youngjae came to town about five or so years ago before his grandfather passed. He completely revamped the library; had the Wangs help with the remodel.” 

“You know alot about town.” Yoongi muses and Hoseok shrugs his shoulders, unbothered by the teasing tone.

“It’s a small town. Not much to do but listen and watch.”

[rphunter]

Hi! I am Han,(F), from Brasil. 25+ roleplayer searching for 21+.

There's more info about my style in my page, the info was pasted from my old Amino, almost EVERYTHING in there is negotiable. Don't be shy to DM me or Interact with the post. I will reach out to you. 

I have original plots of several styles available, I would still adore to come up with one, brainstorm and be friends OOC. 

I have zero triggers, I am just not doing mafia, at this point feels too repetitive. I also don't like to play anything ONLY smut based and would fade to black with no problem. I can do It if brings any benefit to the plot, like building the perception of a character. 

Willing to do MxM, MxF. 

The only request that I have is someone mature enough to NOT ghost me. It's absolutely rude, at this age we should all know better. If we don't have chemistry or you don't enjoy what we are doing, please be honest!

I RP on Discord, use JK from BTS as my FC but the plots don't have to be related to Kpop whatsoever!

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[yoonberry17]

The sculptor of dreams | Chapter 1

Index

Pilot The man in the shadow chapter 2: The search Within chapter 3: march 28th Chapter 4: April 5th Chapter 5: finale -- April 12th

Relationship: Taehyung x Jungkook

Genre: Psychological romance, Surreal mystery, Slow burn, Emotional tension, Introspective prose, explicit sexual content, angst.

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 4K each chapter

Plot Taehyung never believed in dreams that carried meaning until he began to see the same man night after night. His face—a perfect stranger—etched itself into his mind. A figure who, for reasons he couldn’t explain, seemed familiar. And each time he woke, the image of the man stayed with him. It haunted his waking hours, too, pulling him into a spiral of obsession. What began as a fleeting vision in his sleep became a relentless need to replicate this figure, to bring him to life. His mind could not let go of Jungkook, though they had never met.

It began with a dream. Taehyung had never been one to remember his dreams, but this one was different. It was so vivid, so palpable, that it lingered in his mind long after he woke. The details of it were sharp—too sharp, as if they had been carved into his memory. He could feel the warmth of the air, the weight of the silence, and most of all, he could feel the presence of the man. The man who had no name—yet felt like someone he should know.

In the dream, Taehyung stood alone in a room that felt unfamiliar, but strangely comforting. The walls were lined with muted colors, soft grays and deep browns, the kind of colors that made a place feel both intimate and distant at the same time. There were no windows, no way to tell what time it was or where this room even was. Yet, in the middle of it all, there was a man. A man standing just a few feet away, his eyes fixed on Taehyung.

The man’s gaze was the first thing that drew Taehyung in. His eyes were impossibly dark, like two deep pools of ink, and Taehyung couldn’t look away. There was something about those eyes—something that pulled him closer, even though he felt as if he shouldn’t be. They were the kind of eyes that made you feel seen, really seen, as if nothing about you could ever be hidden. Taehyung had never met this man before. And yet, there was an undeniable familiarity in the way the man stood there, waiting.

"Taehyung," the man said, his voice deep and soothing, yet unsettling in its quietness. It wasn’t a shout or even a loud call—it was simply his name, spoken with such certainty, as if it had always been known.

Taehyung’s heart skipped a beat. How did the man know his name? Was it a coincidence? Was he just a creation of his subconscious? He didn’t know, but the moment the man spoke, everything around him seemed to fall away. The room, the silence, everything but the man’s voice, faded into the background.

"I’m here," the man continued, his voice carrying a calm that was almost too perfect. "I’ve always been here. Waiting."

Waiting? Taehyung blinked, confusion clouding his thoughts. This was a dream, wasn’t it? But the sensation of reality—the weight of the air around him, the warmth of the man’s presence—was so strong, it felt like something more than just a dream.

The man took a step forward, closing the distance between them, and Taehyung found himself frozen in place. His heart raced. What was this? Was he dreaming? Or was this something else entirely? He wanted to move, wanted to speak, but his body wouldn’t obey. The man’s eyes never left his, and with each step, the pull became stronger.

The dream shifted then, like a page turning in a book. Suddenly, they were no longer in the same room. Now, they were standing in a field. A field of tall grass that stretched on forever. The wind swept through the blades of grass, carrying with it the scent of rain, the air thick and heavy with an impending storm. But there was something beautiful about it, something peaceful. The man was still there, standing beside him now, close enough that Taehyung could feel the heat of his body, yet still far enough that he couldn’t touch him.

"Why are you here?" Taehyung asked, his voice trembling slightly. He wasn’t sure why he had asked the question. It was the only thing that made sense at that moment. His mind was clouded with confusion, but something inside him told him this wasn’t just a random dream. There was meaning here, something important he needed to understand.

The man didn’t answer right away. Instead, he smiled, a soft and knowing smile that seemed to speak volumes in its simplicity. "I’m not here by accident," he said, his voice like a whisper in the wind. "I’ve always been here. You just had to see me."

The words sent a shiver down Taehyung’s spine. "I don’t understand," he murmured, his brow furrowed in confusion.

The man reached out then, his hand brushing lightly against Taehyung’s arm. The touch was gentle, but it sent a jolt of electricity through his body. Taehyung looked down at the hand, his heart pounding in his chest. How could something so simple feel so profound?

"One day," the man said softly, his voice barely audible over the sound of the wind, "you’ll understand."

Before Taehyung could respond, the world around him began to blur. The field, the man, everything dissolved into nothingness, and Taehyung was left standing in the dark, breathless, with only the sound of his own heartbeat echoing in his ears.

He woke with a start, gasping for air, his body drenched in sweat. The remnants of the dream clung to him like a shadow. His chest rose and fell rapidly as his eyes scanned the room, the familiar surroundings of his own bedroom greeting him with an eerie sense of detachment.

Taehyung couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed. Something had shifted. The man from his dream wasn’t just a figment of his imagination. He was someone important, someone who had always been there, waiting for him. But why? Why did this man feel so familiar? And why had he appeared in his dreams?

For the next few days, Taehyung couldn’t stop thinking about it. He tried to shake off the nagging feeling in the back of his mind, but the image of Jungkook – that is the name he felt giving the man, his dark eyes and quiet presence, haunted him. Each time he closed his eyes, he saw Jungkook, standing just beyond his reach, waiting for him.

Taehyung’s life, quiet and ordinary, had never been one to invite chaos. His days were filled with the monotony of routine—work, coffee, fleeting moments of inspiration, followed by exhaustion. He was used to this. But after the dream, nothing seemed the same. The world outside his apartment felt distant, like something he couldn’t fully engage with. Every corner, every shadow felt as though it was hiding something, something waiting for him, just out of sight. The dream was like a thorn lodged deep in his thoughts, pricking at his mind whenever his guard slipped. And though he tried to ignore it, he found himself yearning for more of it, for more of the man who had come to him in that strange, inexplicable way.

It didn’t take long for that dream to come again. And when it did, it was more intense, more real than before.

This time, Taehyung was standing in a dimly lit room, its walls heavy with shadows that seemed to pulse with a rhythm all their own. The air was thick, almost suffocating, and the silence was palpable, as if the world had held its breath just for him. Jungkook was there again, standing across from him, his dark eyes locking onto Taehyung’s with an intensity that made his chest tighten. There was no mistaking the familiarity of his gaze, as though it had always been meant for him, and only him.

Jungkook’s presence was magnetic, commanding, and yet there was a softness in his demeanor that didn’t seem to fit the sharpness of his features. He wasn’t just a dream, a figment of Taehyung’s imagination. He was... alive in some way, as though he existed in the space between waking and sleeping, always hovering at the edge of reality.

“You’re here again,” Taehyung said, his voice a low murmur that was barely audible in the oppressive silence.

Jungkook’s lips curved into a soft, knowing smile. He didn’t speak right away, as if the weight of his presence was enough. Slowly, he took a step forward, and then another, until he was standing close enough that Taehyung could feel the heat radiating from his body. It was as if they were suspended in time, the moment stretching out, heavy with the promise of something neither of them could fully understand.

“Do you remember me?” Jungkook asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

The question hung in the air between them, unanswered, as Taehyung’s mind scrambled to find a response. He had never met this man. Never seen him in his life. And yet, the question seemed to matter in a way that went beyond logic. There was an ache in his chest, a yearning that felt as though it had always been there, buried beneath the surface of his consciousness.

“I... I don’t know,” Taehyung replied, his words coming out in a breathless rush. “But you feel real. Too real. I... I don’t understand.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything for a long moment. He simply stood there, his gaze never wavering, watching Taehyung as though he could see straight through him, into the depths of his soul. And then, with the slowest of movements, he reached out and touched Taehyung’s arm. The contact was light, a mere brush of skin against skin, but it sent a shockwave through Taehyung’s body. It was as if the world around him had suddenly come into focus. Every detail, every sound, every sensation felt heightened, as though he was finally seeing things for the first time.

“You’ll remember,” Jungkook said softly, his voice a velvet promise that seemed to reverberate through Taehyung’s chest. “In time.”

And then, just like before, the dream began to fade. The room, the shadows, Jungkook—everything dissolved into nothingness. Taehyung was left standing alone in the dark, his heart racing, his mind reeling from the intensity of the encounter.

When he woke, he felt it again—this inexplicable pull, this desperate longing to understand. He had been dreaming about Jungkook for days now, and each time, it felt more real, more visceral. It wasn’t just a figment of his imagination anymore. It was as if something, someone was trying to reach out to him. And no matter how much he tried to dismiss it as mere fantasy, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to it.

Over the next few days, Taehyung found himself thinking about the dream constantly. He would sit in his apartment, surrounded by the quiet hum of city life, but his mind would drift back to that room, to that field, to the man who seemed to be waiting for him. The more he thought about Jungkook, the more convinced he became that he wasn’t just a dream. He was something more. But what was he? And why was he appearing in Taehyung’s life?

Taehyung had always prided himself on his rationality. He was the type to dismiss superstition and fantasy as mere distractions, never allowing his mind to wander too far into the realm of the impossible. But this was different. The dreams were too vivid, too intense to be brushed aside. And the connection he felt to Jungkook was too deep to ignore.

Days bled into one another, each one carrying with it the weight of the unknown. Taehyung couldn’t escape the dreams, couldn’t rid himself of the lingering presence of Jungkook. The line between waking and sleeping began to blur, and he found himself slipping in and out of moments where he couldn’t tell if the world around him was real or just another extension of the dream.

He was alone in his apartment one evening when the feeling returned, that tightness in his chest that had become all too familiar. Taehyung was sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the television, but his mind was miles away, caught in a swirl of emotions and questions he couldn’t answer. His thoughts kept drifting back to the man from his dreams, the man who had appeared in his mind so suddenly, so intensely, and who now refused to leave. Jungkook. That name, still foreign yet so close, echoed in his head like a constant hum.

He couldn’t understand why he felt this connection, this pull toward a man he had never met, never seen before, outside the realm of his dreams. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw him. Jungkook, with those impossibly dark eyes, that gaze that made Taehyung feel as if the world had stopped turning and all that was left was him and that unshakable presence. And each time, the dreams felt more real, more tangible.

It wasn’t long before it happened again.

The dream. Jungkook. This time, however, it was different.

The room they stood in was no longer dim and shadowed, but bathed in a warm, golden light. The sun filtered in through unseen windows, casting long shadows across the floor. It was a place that felt familiar, as if Taehyung had been here before, in another life, or perhaps it was simply the nature of dreams—things felt familiar because they had always been there. But the weight of this place, the heaviness in the air, was new. Taehyung felt it press against him, settling like a fine dust over his skin, settling deep into his lungs.

Jungkook was standing by the window, his back to Taehyung, looking out into the distance. The way his shoulders were slumped, the slight curve of his neck, made him seem weary, as though he carried the weight of the world on his slender frame. For the first time, Taehyung saw a crack in the man’s flawless facade—he wasn’t just a symbol of mystery or longing anymore. He was real, human, fragile.

Taehyung approached him, cautiously at first, as if afraid that moving too fast might break the illusion. His breath hitched as he came closer, almost afraid to touch the air that surrounded Jungkook, as though the very act of it would make him disappear, just as quickly as he had come.

“Why are you always in my dreams?” Taehyung asked, his voice trembling despite the calm that had overtaken him. It was a question that had burned in his chest for days, something he had to ask, even though he wasn’t sure he could comprehend the answer.

Jungkook didn’t turn to face him at first. Instead, he stood there, his fingers brushing the glass of the window in front of him, as though he were tracing invisible patterns in the air.

“I don’t choose this,” Jungkook’s voice was soft, like a whisper carried by the wind. “But you’re always here. Waiting. You’ve always been here.”

Taehyung’s chest tightened. He didn’t understand. Was this some kind of twisted fate? Had his mind simply conjured up this figure as a way to fill the emptiness inside him? Why did it feel so much like he had known Jungkook for years?

“Who are you?” Taehyung asked again, his voice barely a whisper. The question felt hollow in his mouth, but it was the only one that made sense. “Why are you here?”

Jungkook turned slowly, his gaze locking with Taehyung’s. There was no fear in those eyes, no hesitation. Just an intense, undeniable connection, as though their souls recognized one another, as though their paths had always been destined to cross.

“I am not the answer you’re looking for,” Jungkook said, his voice heavy with unspoken meaning. “But you will understand. In time, you will.”

The words sent a shiver through Taehyung, a coldness creeping down his spine. How could Jungkook know that? How could he say such things with so much certainty? But as he stood there, staring into the depths of those dark eyes, Taehyung couldn’t deny that something about it felt true. It felt inevitable.

And then, as quickly as he had appeared, Jungkook began to fade. The golden light around them dimmed, the room dissolved into shadow, and Taehyung’s feet became rooted to the floor, unable to move, unable to stop the vision from slipping away.

“No,” Taehyung whispered, reaching out for him, his hand grasping at the air, trying to hold onto something that wasn’t there. But the dream was ending again, slipping through his fingers like sand.

Taehyung jolted awake in his bed, gasping for breath. His heart was pounding, his body drenched in sweat, and his mind was racing, trying to make sense of the dream that had just unfolded. What was it? Why did it feel so real? Why did it feel like he had just lost something that he didn’t even know he had?

As the room around him came into focus, Taehyung’s mind kept drifting back to Jungkook. There was no logical explanation for this, for the intensity of these dreams, for the feeling of connection that lingered long after the vision had ended. But it didn’t matter. He had felt it. He had seen it. Jungkook was real, or at least, his presence was.

For the first time since the dreams had started, Taehyung wasn’t sure whether he was dreaming now or if he had been dreaming before. He couldn’t tell where the dream ended and where reality began. But one thing was certain: Jungkook had left his mark.

Taehyung could not escape the dreams. It was no longer a matter of curiosity or fleeting desire. They had become a part of him, a thread woven into the fabric of his every waking moment. Each day he spent in the real world felt increasingly distant, as though he existed in the periphery of something far more significant, something that belonged only to the realm of the dream. The man, Jungkook, was always there, in the edges of his vision, lingering just beyond the threshold of his consciousness.

The dreams had become more vivid, more defined. The fragments of their encounters were longer, more detailed, the places they stood now vibrant and saturated with color. He began to find himself returning to familiar places—places that were, at once, strange and oddly comforting. In one dream, they stood on a balcony overlooking a city at night, the lights stretching out beneath them like a river of stars. In another, they wandered through a dense forest, the air thick with the scent of earth and pine. Each time, Jungkook was there, always just within reach, but never close enough to touch.

It wasn’t just the dreams that tormented him anymore. He began to see glimpses of Jungkook in his waking life. At the grocery store, Taehyung would swear he saw him standing in the aisle, his back to him, just a step out of reach. On his way home from work, Taehyung would catch a flash of movement from the corner of his eye—a figure in a crowd that resembled Jungkook’s silhouette. But when he turned his head to look, the figure was gone. He was never there, yet Taehyung could not shake the feeling that he was being followed, stalked by the very idea of Jungkook. Was this madness?

His mind raced. What did it all mean? Why was he dreaming of someone he didn’t know? Why did Jungkook’s presence feel like a hole in the center of his chest, a deep, aching emptiness that he couldn’t fill?

The questions burned inside him, each one more insistent than the last, and Taehyung found himself pacing around his apartment in the early hours of the morning, unable to sleep, unable to think clearly. He wanted answers, and yet, the more he searched, the less he seemed to understand. No matter how hard he tried, he could not remember meeting Jungkook, nor could he remember ever hearing the name before. The dreams were strange, surreal, but the emotions they stirred in him were too real to ignore.

But even as the answers eluded him, something else grew within him: a desperate need to find Jungkook. The man in his dreams had become his obsession. He had to know him. He had to find him, even if that meant searching in the darkest corners of his mind.

The next time Taehyung found himself in the dream, he had no intention of simply waiting for Jungkook to come to him. No, this time, he would take control. He would find the answers he so desperately sought. And when he saw Jungkook standing in that dimly lit room, the shadows stretching across the walls like long fingers, Taehyung stepped forward without hesitation. His heart beat in his chest like a drum, every step he took drawing him closer to the man who had become an enigma he couldn’t solve.

“Jungkook,” Taehyung said, his voice steady despite the racing of his pulse. “I need you to tell me what this is. I need you to explain why you’re here.”

Jungkook turned slowly, and Taehyung was struck once again by the power of his presence, the intensity in his gaze. But this time, there was a sadness in Jungkook’s eyes, a weight that seemed to bear down on him. He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached out, his hand brushing Taehyung’s face, a fleeting touch that sent a shock through Taehyung’s body.

“You’re not ready,” Jungkook whispered, his voice low and soft, as if sharing a secret he wasn’t quite ready to reveal. “But you will be.”

Taehyung wanted to scream, to demand more, but the words caught in his throat. How could he not be ready? He had to know. He had to understand why Jungkook felt so real, why his presence had become so deeply intertwined with his own existence.

“Tell me,” Taehyung begged, stepping closer. “Please.”

Jungkook sighed, his expression unreadable. “You’re not the only one with questions,” he said. “We are connected, Taehyung. But you have to trust me. You have to trust that everything will come to you in time. The answers are already there, buried beneath everything else. Beneath the fear, the doubt.”

Taehyung’s breath caught in his throat as he reached for Jungkook’s hand. “Please. I can’t—”

The dream began to shift then, the room beginning to dissolve around them. Jungkook’s figure began to fade, his form blurring into the darkness. Taehyung’s heart dropped in his chest, and he reached out desperately, trying to hold onto him, but it was futile. Jungkook was slipping away once again, leaving Taehyung alone in the darkness.

“No! Don’t go,” Taehyung cried out, his voice breaking in the emptiness.

But it was too late. Jungkook was gone, vanishing into the void, leaving Taehyung standing in the silence, once again alone. This time, the dream was different. The emptiness felt more profound, more painful. The weight of it settled into Taehyung’s chest, pressing down until he could barely breathe. He woke with a start, gasping for air, his hands trembling as they clutched the bedsheets beneath him.

The cold sweat on his skin was a stark reminder of the dream’s intensity. He couldn’t escape it. The dream had become his reality, and the man who had haunted him for days was now more than just a fleeting vision. Jungkook was real in a way that defied logic, a presence that refused to be ignored.

But as Taehyung sat on the edge of his bed, his head spinning with the remnants of the dream, he realized something even more unsettling: He was no longer just looking for answers. He was searching for Jungkook. And in doing so, he had started to lose himself. He was beginning to slip into the depths of a world that only existed in his mind, and he wasn’t sure how to get back. ___ The original chapter is 10,000 words, but I thought It was too long as a pilot. I hope you guys liked it! Let me know what you think and you can also find me on X/twitter: https://x.com/yoonberry17?s=21

[uramasus]

Looking for a BTS Roleplay!

Hello! This my first time ever posting on here, so I'm trying to get used to posting on here! Anywho, as you may see at the top, I am looking for a roleplay! I do MxM, smut or no smut! With ships, I will do any ships, but mainly I do like Namjin, Jinkook, Namseok, Yoonjin, 2Seok, etc (because I really don't mind any ships LOL)

You must be 19+ to roleplay SMUT with me!

I do not do that with minors, that is a big no-no in my book! I will talk more about plots and stuff when we do get to that point about our roleplay! I do prefer discord to roleplay! Do hope we can roleplay!

[moccahobi]

Tangled Mess: Together

Summary: Yoongi finally tells Jungkook what has been putting distance between them. 

Paring: Hoseok x GN Reader, Yoongi x Jungkook

Genre: Soulmate AU, Grad School AU, Young Professional AU, Angst, Fluff

Warnings: A Breakup

Word Count: 590 words

A/N: I am so sorry for the consistent delays in posting! Life has been super hectic but imma try to get back to posting this series regularly! I will queue up a few posts so that even when life gets hectic again, there will be a buffer. Thank you all for your patience~

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Yoongi was fretting. He knew he was but it was all that he could do to stop overthinking all that could possibly go wrong. He’d hurt Jungkook and would continue to hurt Jungkook. Tonight Yoongi would lay out his feelings and insecurities and watch as Jungkook gently turned him down and their friendship was irreparably damaged. 

Hoseok seemed to think it’d go well. Hoseok always seemed overly hopeful about his relationship with Jungkook. 

Hoseok was wrong though.

Jungkook didn’t like him back. Couldn’t like him back. Jungkook would be too kind to explicitly say that Yoongi’s crush made him uncomfortable and they’d slowly drift apart because Jungkook would stop initiating things. The friend group would fracture as people choose who they liked hanging out with more. All because Yoongi caught stupid feelings. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. 

“Hyung! I’m here!” Jungkook was entering slowly, taking off his shoes and jacket. He looked apprehensive and shy, especially as Yoongi looked at him like a deer in the headlights. 

They should have met at a cafe or something. Some sort of neutral place. But Yoongi was a coward who needed the comfort of his home to share all this. 

“Come sit down! I made you some tea.” Yoongi said, guiding Jungkook to the couch and handing him some tea. 

“You look nervous, hyung. Would you like to hold hands?” Jungkook. Oh sweet Jungkook. 

Yoongi nodded, but let Jungkook initiate, his hand a limp mass that Jungkook rubbed comforting circles into. The warmth of Jungkook’s hand was something Yoongi would savor for as long as he could. 

“So as I said… this distance is all because of me.” 

Jungkook nodded. 

*Gotta pull the bandaid off*

“It’s because I like you r-romantically and I don’t want it to affect our relationship or change the friend group. It is also because I’m shit at tough and emotional conversations and even when we are just discussing changing boundaries, I get so overwhelmed. It’s why I don’t date tons. Because it’s just so hard and tiring to share changes and I didn’t want to put that emotional labor on you. You don’t deserve it… but also I don’t expect you to return these feelings. Actually I am so sure that you’ll grow distant after hearing this but I had to share. I couldn’t let you think that you were the cause of this distance. It is me and my stupid stupid feelings. Stupid old me who needed some distance to not fall deeper for you. I know it’s so stupid and I am so sorr--”

Jungkook was wrapping his arms around Yoongi, holding him tightly to his (big) chest.

“This has clearly been stressing you out a ton.” Jungkook finally said, loosening his hold on Yoongi. Yoongi didn’t leave from where he was though, enjoying Jungkook’s warmth. 

“I get if you don’t want to be friends anymore.” 

Jungkook started laughing, his voice floating around Yoongi, “Hyung. I’ve had a crush on you since you first started complaining about capitalism. I kept on thinking about how smart and cool you are. And when you play piano? Or work out? You get so into it and so focused and I just love it so much. If I don’t want to be friends anymore it’s because I want to be boyfriends.” 

“Oh.” 

Yoongi slowly wrapped his arms around Jungkook.

“We will need to figure out how to chat about boundaries though.” 

“I… I think I could do that.” Yoongi nodded, pressing his face into Jungkook’s shoulder. 

“We will do it together.” 

“Together.” 

[hamjinie]

1X1 LONG TERM KPOP ROLEPLAYER SEARCH AD!

hello hello everyone my name is bun!! I have been roleplaying for a whole decade now and i am looking for 1X1 long term k pop roleplay partners. i’m 25 years old and i enjoy writing mature au stories and detailed plots. here is what I’m looking for:

✿ it must be MXM or FXF. as much as i love roleplaying, i also love meeting new friends and getting to know them ooc!. i love getting to know and make memorable friendships. my requirements are that i am looking for rp partners who are 21+. please no minors!, i refuse to roleplay with minors.

✿ my prefer place to roleplay is discord and if not, twitter is the second option.

✿ my writing style is literate to advance literate novellas. I write 3-5 paragraphs long so I expect my partner to write as much detailed paragraphs. the more detailed, the more better for me and you. i write in 3rd paragraph ONLY, no exceptions.

✿ my ultimate group is bts!, but my favorite ship of all time is namjin. there’s barely any namjin roleplays on here and they deserve love too!. i only do namjin only so i’m spefically looking for someone to roleplay as namjoon since i feel more comfortable with seokjin. BUT NOW, i am offically open to do vmin too!. i rp as Jimin and my roleplay partner as taehyung.

✿ officially for the first time, i am open to doing FXF Kpop girl groups!. I’m more familiar with gg than boys. i am so excited to announce this. my favorite girl groups listed:

blackpink

twice

red velvet

g-idle

aespa

and many more, just ask me!

✿ i enjoy aus such as:

abo universe

enemies to lovers

best friend to lovers

summer romance

friends with benefits

nerd x popular

single parent

mpreg

soulmates

university/ sweethearts

soulmates

childhood sweethearts

and many more

✿ but what i don’t do is fantasy, royal, and supernatural. I’m not a huge fan of angst but having a bit of it is fine by me. I also don’t do cheating with the main characters, that is a big no no. and NO ABUSE between our main characters either.

✿ disclaimer: I am active on discord all the time but my only concern is the ghosting portion. If I don’t hear from you over a week, I’m dropping the roleplay. It’s just disrespectful if you just ghost me in the process in the midst of the roleplay and making it. I put so much time and effort into constructing the server and everything. please communicate with me and tell if something is going on. If you don’t, I have no choice but to drop it. my time is precious and i refuse to waste it if you aren’t serious. everyone has lives but it would be better if you could just communicate with me. I will nudge a bit and if no response?, no nothing i will take it as a sign and leave. if you want to stop, just tell me!, no hard feelings all.

nsfw notice: i don’t mind at all writing nsfw since my content is strictly for mature. My roleplays consist of smut and before I proceed I will ask “IF YOU WRITE SMUT?” and if not, I will NOT do the roleplay. I want to make sure that my roleplay partner and I are on the same page.

✿ i also write sub leaning only too. i don’t feel comfortable portraying as a dom.

✿ what i will NOT write: incest, step sibling lovers, poly, gruesome acts (nsfw terms) and threesomes.

great!, I can’t wait to roleplay with you guys and make new friends!. please don’t be shy and dm me!! <333

[findroleplay]

21+, looking for other writers over 21 for some mlm kpop ships. i muse members of ateez, bts, enhypen, nct dream, the boyz & txt, we aren't restricted to interband ships. au or oc preferred, but i'm okay w idolverse too. smut is also welcome!

leave a like & i'll shoot you a dm.

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[disasterp-ce]

LOOKING FOR BTS RP PARTNERS

i’m missing the boys and i’m looking to try some new plots! i’ve got my rules pinned on my profile, but to give a quick list:

i only write as jimin

i am 18 and prefer 18+ rp partners

i write as a switch, but i lean dominant

i’m open to any ship!

i have a lot more information on my profile, so please check that out. you can like the post, dm me, or add me on discord (kittygangluvr) so we can discuss the roleplay!

[moonleeai]

My Moon

“ARMY Birthday Bash” BWHQ Fic Gifting Event

🖤 Written for Sara🖤

➢ Fic Pairing: Vampire Jin x Human Namjoon ➢ First Person POV ➢ AU: Vampires ➢ Rating: MA 🔞 ➢ WC: 5,371 ➢ Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst ➢ Trope: Strangers to Lovers ➢ Requested details: angsty vampire story ➢ Warnings: M x M sex, cursing, pain, blood drinking, obsession, forced vampirism

A/N: Thank you Jasz @downbad4yoongi , Leah @colormepurplex2, and Kari sunkissedwriter for beta reading and helping shape this story for Sara!!

Summary: Seokjin hides his vampire identity in a sleepy town as a restaurateur. He spends his time living off animals and creating to die for meals until a new handsome face comes to town. Like the moon loves the sky, there is an instant attraction, but Seokjin may be too much.

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Living as a modern-day vampire is simple and fun. Nowadays, no one cares if you’re a vampire as long as you’re not trying to kill them. They also don’t want to see or hear about how I satiate my hunger. My body has adapted to being in the sun and living off more than just human blood. My powers have weakened some, but I can still use my levitation and greater strength whenever I need. I don’t use them too often because I want to fit in and act as human as possible.

Becoming a butcher in disguise at a trendy eatery is my most clever façade yet. Kosmos, nestled between plenty of pretty coffee and pastry cafes, is my haven, so to speak, my safe place where I can fit in with the crowd. A delicatessen with a condo above it, a rooftop deck, and a large garden in the back. I found this sleepy but safe town along the Baltic Sea when I fled my last city from vampire hunters. I quickly became named the most handsome man with a sleek and classy aesthetic delicatessen, where I sell sliced meats and creative dishes. 

Human blood became boring to me ages ago. The hunt for wild animals is much more thrilling but also has much less risk than hunting humans. I tame my violet eyes by thriving off animal blood, something I’ve been doing longer than I can remember. In the restaurant, I can slaughter and cook the most exquisite meals, satiating my deepest cravings. I only open Kosmos four days a week, staying open well into the late hours and spending the other evenings hunting and experimenting with new dishes. 

Tonight is busier than usual. In an effort to liven up the area, the town council brought in a new art gallery, and from the talks of everyone, there’s a fetching curator as well. Kosmos happens to be the closest eatery, drawing many patrons in after they’ve visited the gallery. The artwork descriptions are fascinating, but the person they describe sounds much more intriguing. Tall, broad, drop-dead dapper; all words I’ve only heard folks using on myself. I'm a bit jealous of all the attention this new curator is getting, so I must see him for myself.

Instead of my usual day hunting, I decide to take a gander at the art gallery. Everyone is correct. The tall, burly man that greets the guests is devastatingly beautiful. I am possessed by his loveliness which leads me to spend countless days taking peeks from the sidewalk inside the small space through the large Crittall-style window. The art keeps the people busy enough not to notice me lurking day after day. 

Tonight, out of curiosity, I follow the new man. He rides a bicycle slowly and seems to enjoy the small-town views. With earbuds, he hums along to a tune I cannot hear. His apartment building is nice. A stunning yellow two-story home with dark accents and a maroon roof aside a cobblestone path. Outside of the front door, somehow within the cracks of the stones, are robust red flower bushes that rest along the house perimeter.

I perch myself on the roof of the home across the street and have a perfect view of this gorgeous man. I watch as he relaxes with a glass of whiskey and reads a book until he’s cleaning up and going upstairs. A bedroom light shines dimly through the upstairs window, completely unobscured. I stare as he undresses, removing his clothing, rough and messy, and tossing them onto the floor. As he turns off the light and lies in bed, the moon casts a perfect glow onto his silhouette. His chest slowly rising and falling is soothing. 

So soothing that time passes too quickly, and before I know it, the sun is rising. Today, I will make my existence known and visit this dreamy man at his gallery. Slowly but surely, I will make him fall in love with me and want to live eternally by my side. 

When I arrive at the art gallery, the man is occupied with a few guests, so I walk around aimlessly. Black hair compliments his warm honey skin under a white shirt tucked into cream slacks. While conversing with others, his dimples shoot daggers into hearts, and his deep voice soothes the sharp pain. 

“Hello, I’m Namjoon,” his deep voice boasts. As if I haven’t been watching his every move, I feign startled when he arrives by my side. His chocolate eyes pierce my dead soul within seconds.

“Seokjin,” I reply, flashing my sultry grin while extending my hand to grasp his in a handshake. His scent is warm and inviting…a soft rose with a hint of jasmine, something I now wish to smell endlessly.

“What do you think? These are ones I’ve collected over the years.”

“I’m not much on art… just wanted to check out the newest talk of the town.” My eyes roam his tall, brawny frame, and a subtle blush blooms on his cheeks.

“There are no right or wrong answers when it comes to art,” Namjoon says while placing a hand on my shoulder and guiding me to another piece. “This one is by Yun Hyong-keun. Inspired by nature, he combined colors like those of earth and water tones.  He would spread the pigments over days, weeks, or even months to create intense darkness, implicative of the hardships he endured.” 

Not only is this man beautiful, but he is also intelligent. His eyes gleam as he speaks of the artist. 

“You got all that from looking at a painting?” Namjoon chuckles at my ignorance. “Do you do any painting yourself?” His eyes turn dark, and it looks like he’s deep in thought when he finally responds with a side grin. He nods his head to a side door and begins walking toward it, so I follow.

Namjoon slides the door open, holding it for me to pass through, and then closes it behind us. The dark room has a few paintings with a single dim spotlight casting over each piece. 

“These are my personal works,” Namjoon says.

There aren’t many colors, all gray, black, and red. A deep vibrant red. He tells me about a few of the pieces. The first one is like a window; two large black rectangles enclosed by a thick, vivid scarlet border. Hazy with muddy edges where the colors bleed together. There’s another canvas with a frail, ghostly white being against a black background smeared in red hues. At first glance, one may perceive that it’s a dress, but I see blood pouring over the body. Both are labeled as ‘Untitled’.

My favorite, though… displays interesting shadowy woods. The smudging of the paint looks like thick fog around grayish tree trunks. What’s fascinating is the leaves are clusters of red dots, bright and burgundy shades, creating a beautiful depth while also looking like blood splatter. 

I listen intently as Namjoon explains his art. Aside from his brawns and brains, his voice is hypnotic. I find myself stuck watching his mouth, his tongue bouncing around, forming each word perfectly. I subconsciously draw my bottom lip between my teeth, concentrating on his alluring mouth.

“You’re quite handsome; you know that?” Namjoon speaks, breaking me from my thoughts.

“I know, I never get old.” I wink, and Namjoon chuckles, clearly amused by my antics.

“Would you…maybe… like to spend more time together?” Namjoon asks, and I find the shyness of his words endearing. 

“I’d love that.” I reach for his hands and rub my thumbs over his knuckles. Namjoon notes my touch is cold but never pulls away. I know my heart would be shaking in my chest if it still beat, but it sits frozen in my ribcage as it has for centuries.

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For our first date, we meet at a coffee shop. Quaint, relaxed, and the most refreshing iced Americanos. We both wear our version of casual attire. Namjoon’s slate-gray t-shirt is devilishly low, the v-cut plunging between his perky chesticles, hugging his biceps tightly. My eyes drift, following the curves he has on display; I don’t care if I get caught, either. The conversation is easy, steady. Small talk and casual getting to know each other. My mind is set on one thing…making him my lover…my forever, in just three lunar phases. I just need to tell him I’m a vampire.

On the next date, we take a stroll through architecture-filled historical sites and gardens with maps and pamphlets in one hand and our other hands busy with interlocked fingers. If my cold hands ever bother him, he never mentions it. We steal glances of each other every second we can. Here in the botanical garden, surrounded by lush trees with leafy branches, the weather is perfect, and flowers are in full bloom. Next to a pond is a gazebo where we find a bench to rest and hold hands. Listening to the birds sing around us, we talk and learn more about each other. I decide to tell him about my uniqueness. 

“There’s something I need to tell you, and I really hope it doesn’t scare you away.”

Namjoon turns toward me, giving his full attention.

“I’m just going to say it… no sugar coating… no—”

“Just say it,” Namjoon interrupts, his eyes frantically searching for clues as his heartbeat speeds up.

“I-- I’m-- a vampire.” I wince at the words shutting my eyes tight. When I hear no sounds, I peek through my eyelids, confronted by dimples. “I’m serious, Namjoon. I should’ve told you sooner, but—” My words are cut off by Namjoon’s finger delicately placed on my lips.

“Can I say I kind of knew?”

Confused, I reply, “You… knew?”

“Your skin is perfect porcelain, and you have the coldest touch. You dress more dapper than most our age. I’ve seen your violet eyes… and don’t get me started on your very interesting butcher hobby. Need I say more?”

“And that…none of that scared you away?”

Namjoon tightens his hands around mine. “I’ve never felt more smitten…more ensnared to a person like I am with you. A vampire, a wolf, or a bear…I’d still find you insanely attractive, and dare I say, I’d love you the same.”

“Love?” I feel like I’m hearing things, Namjoon really loves me already. “We’re like two volcanoes talking together then.” 

Namjoon scrunches his eyebrows. “What?”

“I lava you, too.” After we both laugh like windshield wipers on dry glass, I lean in and kiss his cheek. A huge weight lifted from my shoulders; now I know he will spend forever with me. 

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I plan our third date wisely. I am yearning to be close to him, so we go to the Forest of Wisdom, an hour’s drive with thoughtful conversation and getting to know more about each other. He tells me he’s always been fascinated with vampires and their abilities. Much as to why his art is mostly black and red, aligning with my original impression of blood splatter. To my surprise, he has a vast knowledge and is very calm talking about vampires. Namjoon and I find seats on the floor, and he reads me a book of poems with our shoulders pressed together.

“Ah this one, by Alexandra Vasiliu…’I want to bloom in your arms like the moon blooms in the night’s arms.’ I love that.”

I stare at his chestnut orbs, reading over the words in a loop, watching his eyebrows furrow while he’s lost in thought. I look to the next page and read, “‘If I were the moon, I would want you to be my sky.’ Namjoon, I think I shall call you my moon.”

“I’d like that,” Namjoon coos, snuggling into my side.

Quickly I’m learning Namjoon’s pleasures. He enjoys touch, and I feel his infatuation grow as he sneaks light touches in disguise of picking or brushing lint balls off my shirt. I catch him staring quite often, obviously entranced by my ethereal beauty.

On the way back, seated in the car, his baggy shorts hike up to his mid-thigh. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other on his thigh, I move his shorts upward a bit more and feel his warmth under my icy palm. He shivers but places his hand on top of mine, keeping me there.

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Tonight, Namjoon wants to try cooking, making something delicious together. This, I’m a master at. I close Kosmos for the night and teach him everything I know. He brought an expensive bottle of whiskey that we share most of the night, and I show him different techniques with knives. I leave him to cut an onion and carrot while I whisk the sauce; things happen so quickly I can’t remember the order in which they occur. A thud and a gasp from Namjoon, and then a smell that overwhelms my senses. My eyes flash violet, and I am next to Namjoon within seconds. I reach for his hand and bring it to my mouth, letting the droplets of blood fall on my tongue. He tastes like syrupy butterscotch. My eyes roll to the back of my head as a growl escapes my throat.

Fangs threatening to appear, I pull his hand away and pull him into me, close. “Are you okay, my moon?”

He pulls away and studies my eyes. “Kiss me,” he whispers.

Confused, I stay still, but his lips crash into mine. My cock throbs as he explores my mouth with his tongue, giving me a taste of his whiskey breath, a mixture of barley and vanilla.

“Let me get you upstairs to tend to your cut.” I lead him to the stairs up into my home and sit him on the couch while I go to get the first aid kit. I dab some ointment on and place a band-aid over the cut. Namjoon places a hand behind my head and brings me into another kiss that I can’t resist. Who would want to? 

He moans into my mouth before breaking the kiss, “That was fucking hot… the way you licked my wound.”

I sit back against the couch. Carefully watching this mountain of a man remove his shirt and press his body into mine. My eyebrows arch at his boldness.

“Your heart is racing,” I note while tracing my hand over his chest, riling goosebumps.

“Do you want to taste more?” Namjoon mewls, pecking my lips fiercely.

“What are you suggesting?”

“You like blood, and I have what you like. I’ll try new things… for you.” Namjoon’s eyes long for acceptance. Who am I to turn away his desire to please me? Especially if it lets me taste his saccharine blood again.

My breath gets caught in my throat, admiring his body as he tilts his head to the side to expose his neck. He leans closer and deeply whispers, “Bite me.”

My head spins at the words, lips barely brushing his skin as one of his hands firmly grips my inner thigh. The pounding of his heart sends shock waves through my body, and my cock strains against my pants. Namjoon eagerly climbs into my lap and entangles his fingers in my hair, yanking my head back to make eye contact.

“I don’t want to hurt you; a bite is painful,” I warn, giving Namjoon a chance to change his mind.

“Pain is pleasure, Seokjin. Do it. Bite me.”

I smirk, lick my lips, and dig my frosty fingers into his waist before pushing my mouth onto his plump lips. I trail my tongue to his neck and suck for a moment before my fangs appear and scrape against his skin. One moan from Namjoon and my fangs sink into his skin like a warm knife through butter. My eyes loll with ecstasy flowing through my body.

“Ah, fuck,” Namjoon groans, and his body squirms in discomfort. But as I swallow a tongue-full of blood, I withdraw my fangs and soothe the painful punctures. I suck again, grunting when his hips grind down on mine, hissing into his neck at the touch of his clothed bulge against mine. His soft whines turn me on further, lost in his soul as I take more blood, coating every crevice of my mouth. Human blood has never tasted this good; I need to control myself.

I feel blood dribble down my chin, and I pull away from him, fascinated by the maroon rivulets that flow down his neck toward his chest. I’ve never seen anything more erotic than him dripping with blood, lips turned in a pout, and asking for more. I watch, amused, as blood trickles down to his nipple, begging for my mouth. Latching onto him, I gently suck his nipple into my mouth and then lick up the blood trail, my tongue grazing his skin back up to the puncture marks. The marks will heal before the night ends, leaving just a bruise.

“Seokjin,” my name plummets from his lips in a soft gasp, his hips bucking into mine. “Touch me,” Namjoon pleads. His thumb runs over my lip to collect stray blood before pushing his thumb into my mouth. I suck on his thumb and pull from it, making a popping sound, then move my hands to his waist. He stands while I tug his pants and briefs off. He tugs at my pants, and I lift my hips off the couch as he eases them to my knees, my aching cock hitting my stomach.

Namjoon straddles me again, licks his lips, and presses his plush lips into mine. I kiss him back, moaning when he nips my bottom lip, tongue tangling with his as he deepens the kiss. His large hands grip my shoulders as he slides his cock against mine and rests his forehead on my shoulder. I fight the urge to sink my teeth into him again.

I fuck my cock against Namjoon’s, swipe my hand over our tips, and spread the precum over our shafts, squeezing them both with one hand. It doesn’t cover us both, but it’s enough friction to feel good, too good. I stroke us at various paces until Namjoon’s body tenses. I can feel he’s ready to burst.

“Cum all over me, paint my stomach,” I encourage him with my tongue in his mouth. Namjoon shakes, and hot cum spurts onto my stomach. He lowers his head and sinks his teeth into my shoulder as he rides out his high, hips stuttering and starting to slow.

His bite sends me over the edge, and I groan as my cum explodes and mixes with his. He deepens another kiss, pressing his body into the stickiness between us. We stay like this until our breathing slows, caressing each other. Namjoon sighs and grabs his shirt, wiping us off and cleaning my stomach.

“We should do this again sometime,” Namjoon praises before climbing off me and finding his clothes.

“Stay,” I say, a little more pleading than I intend. Namjoon smiles and drops his clothes back to their place on the floor.

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The next morning, when I come back from my hunting, Namjoon is gone. I go to his home and find my place on the roof across the street and watch him through the window. This time, he’s painting. A black and gray scheme with a walking path between rocky hills and skinny bare trees. He dips his brush in red and paints a huge circle in the middle, a blood moon. Then he’s back to black, stroking lines into a figure of a person with a cape blowing in the wind. The finishing touch, though…I’m not sure what to make of it. He dips his brush in the white and creates a sword in the person’s hand. An individual with a silver-looking sword walking toward a blood moon.

I don’t think Namjoon knows or understands what the meaning of a blood moon is for vampires. My desire for blood is boosted times a thousand, which usually causes conflict for my kind. People become more aware of vampire existence during the blood moon, and therefore I, as well as others, are faced with imminent threats and conflicts.

I’ll tuck this in the back of my mind for a later conversation because, again, the time has quickly passed, and the sun is setting. On my way back to my place, a great idea sparks my mind to have Namjoon willingly agree to be my eternal lover. He loves plants and the outdoors, so I will create a garden for him. Something he can look forward to maintaining for all eternity. 

In between spending time with Namjoon, I spend the next few weeks preparing, finding, and importing exotic, fully bloomed night flowers and plants for a moon garden where I will confess my love and propose an immortal life together. Purple fountain grass that rustles in the breeze. Plenty of flowers to shine under the moonlight like the fragrant iceberg rose, giving off fruit and honey scents. White wonder caladium with its green edges and pink veins throughout the white leaf. Clusters of phlox, jasmine, and moon flowers with their lemony perfume. 

I use pebbles and white marble chips to create a crescent design on the ground. A small waterfall provides the soothing sound of running water and reflects the moonlight. In the middle of it all, a makeshift bed with comforters and pillows. This is where I will ask Namjoon to be my eternal lover and hear him beg me to turn him into an immortal like me. Here is where we will confess our love and be one with each other for time without end. I even set up an easel with a canvas and all the art supplies he could possibly need to paint boundless pictures of the garden.

Namjoon arrives for our evening together dressed casually elegant. A loose-fitting cream, cashmere sweater with a polo neck paired with black weaved leather pants. His style puts mine to shame with my white satin button-down shirt tucked liberally into black slacks. After sharing a meal and tender touches, I tell him I have a surprise. I’m nervous and have to hide my shaking hands as I blindfold him and take his hand, carefully guiding him outside into the garden I created out of love. I remove his blindfold, and he inhales sharply. While he takes in every detail, I watch the stars twinkle in his coffee-colored eyes. 

“A moon garden… for my moon.” I point to the area with the painting supplies and then shove my hands in my pockets, “and all the things for you to let out your creativity.” Waiting for his response, my stomach flips, thinking how close I am to spending an eternity with him.

“It's ethereal and perfect, just like you.” Namjoon kisses me deeply, holding the back of my head with one hand. Pulling away, he murmurs, “I love it.” 

I slot my lips with his and suck his lower lip between my teeth; feeling greedy, I declare, "I want to ruin you and make you mine for eternity." My brain short-circuits, and all subtleness is out the door. Namjoon tenses, then he simply grins at the statement.

“Ruin me, Seokjin,” he whimpers.

Namjoon glows under the full moon, and I am eager to make him mine. Standing next to the garden bed, I trace my hands along his mountainous ridges. I listen to his coos and swallow them as they escape from his throat. We tear at each other's pants, and he tugs roughly on my blouse, sending buttons soaring in opposite directions. I moan in response to both his passion and his palm caressing my confined cock. Free of our imprisonments, I lower him onto the blankets, surrounded by pillows. 

Namjoon’s eyebrows rise for a quick second before relaxing again. “Your eyes, they’re exquisite.” I drop my head to his neck, acting shy of his compliment, and sprinkle his skin with kisses. Is this when I ask him? No, not yet.

I feel Namjoon reaching for something, so I glance toward his hand. He’s pulling a bottle of lube from his pants pocket. I look into his eyes and wait for him to say something.

“Ruin me. Bite me. Make me yours.” Namjoon’s words have blood rushing to my cock, and I rut against his rock-hard thigh. 

“Your wish is my desire.”

“What are you? A genie?” 

I drench my fingers along with Namjoon's hole with the lube. Carefully, I push one finger past his rim, taking my time to loosen him up for me, showering him with gentle kisses... for now. "Is this okay?" I ask while dragging my teeth over his prickled skin.

"More, Seokjin, please," his whine spirals into my ear, sending a thrill down my spine. I insert another finger, praising him with words and soft suckles along his neck. I linger over his vein, letting it pulsate on my tongue. The throbbing on my tongue excites me more, and my hips rock, pushing my swelling cock into his leg again.

"More," he breathes. 

"My moon. You're so good for me," I moan low and soothe his tense body with my lips.

“Bite me, Seokjin, please. I need more–” his words are cut off by his moans.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, please…” he begs continuously, almost in tears. I gaze at his body’s slight movements, his chest heaving, before I sink my fangs into his succulent neck. His butterscotch blood fills my mouth immediately, and Namjoon hisses as I swallow. I pump my fingers quicker, scissoring them as I swallow more nectar.

"I'm ready, please. I can't wait any longer."

I pull away, hide my fangs and drown myself in more lube. I watch his blood trail onto his shoulder and slowly press my girth into him. His sounds, oh his sounds. If I didn't have centuries of self-control, I would've cum already.

"Seokjin–ah– you're s–so big. Go–ah–slow, please, please, please, slow," Namjoon begs as his body writhes underneath me.

Slowly, my cock bottoms out inside Namjoon, and I pause, allowing him to breathe through it. I press my lips on his and use my tongue to part his lips, tangling our tongues, numbing his mind from the sting of the stretch.

"So good, my moon. You're doing so so good." My cock throbs inside his tight muscle. "Mmmm, can you feel that?" I subtly move my hips and swallow each mewl he makes. I pull my face away and look into his eyes as I drag my cock slowly out of him and push back in a little quicker. His glassy eyes flutter, and I raise my hand to his cheek, brushing away a single tear with my thumb. "Shhh, it's going to feel so good. I promise."

The garden fills with moans and pants as I drag my cock slowly against Namjoon's walls, licking from his collarbone to his shoulder, getting every last drop. I cage his head with my arms and quicken my pace, watching and feeling how his body reacts to me. He ruts his cock against my stomach, seeking any kind of friction.

"Fuck. Yes, like that," Namjoon moans, his back arching off the makeshift bed of blankets. His ass swallows my cock so deliciously; it’s a torturous pleasure.

I rise to my knees, unsheathing myself, and a whimper escapes Namjoon's lips. I pull his hips to my waist, and his shoulder blades rest on the ground. I maneuver a pillow under his hips before turning my attention to his raging pink cock with pre-cum that glistens in the moonlight. I spit in my hand, then caress his thick length, smearing it around and mixing it with his fluids. His body shakes with pleasure, all for my eyes. I take my other hand and squeeze his throat before following his perfectly sculpted lines down his chest and to his abs. I abandon the lube and align myself with his hole, entering slowly and as deep as I can.

Namjoon rasps a deep, stuttered moan as he pushes his ass into me. I stroke his cock rhythmically with my thrusts until he releases his warm arousal onto my hand and all over his stomach. I slow, only to finish depleting his every last drop, then press my hand firmly against his stomach, smearing the sticky substance. He smells of jasmine and honey, like the flowers around us, I immediately want to taste it. 

I bring my hand to my mouth and lick his remnants, growling in pleasure. This excites Namjoon, and he clenches around my cock. I gasp and feel my cock twitch inside him. The moonlight highlights every bead of sweat on Namjoon's torso as I pump furiously inside him. His accentuated plump veins and arteries, with his breathless sobs, are the push I need to find my release. Head falling back, I roll over the edge and fill him with my release. My body crumbles on top of him, and I slow my hips milking my cock to completion. I place my arms on either side of his head, soaking in his beauty, feeling drunk on love. 

I kiss him wildly and then lazily lift myself and roll to his side as he wraps his arms around me. I run my hand over Namjoon's hair and tuck it behind his ear, basking in an afterglow.

But as we lock eyes, I sense something is off with my love. He’s next to me but seems so far away. My chest tightens.

“Everything…okay?”

“Why did you do all this for me? This garden with beautiful plants and a perfect view under the moon?”

“Because I love you, Namjoon. I want to be with you forever and make you the happiest—” I didn’t want to ask him to be my immortal partner this way, laying next to each other, naked, half covered in blankets.

“Happiest… what?” 

“Well, you already know so much about vampires, and you seem really fascinated with them, so I—I don’t know. I was hoping you’d maybe want to be one… with me.”

Namjoon’s lips move, but no words come out. 

“Have you ever thought about what it’d be like?” I ask, trying to pry words from him.

“No,” he answers quickly.

“Oh—okay…Wh—what about being with me? For good?”

“Why couldn’t I stay human?” Namjoon abruptly sits up and grabs for his clothes. Dressing frantically while I rush to do the same.

“I mean, I just thought we could be together…endlessly. It would hurt too much to watch you age and leave me.”

“I don’t want to give up my human life,” Namjoon nearly whispers, and I can feel the uncertainty of the future weighing heavily on his mind.

“Why? What can be better than eternal life with me? Your true love?”

“I—I want to experience life…I don’t want to be stuck here forever…” Namjoon sputters. 

“But you can see the world. Every country, every food, enjoy owning the rarest items or plants…” I try to reason with him, calm his worries even.

“I don’t want to survive off blood and watch the world pass me by!” Namjoon yells, and the blood I’ve stored in my body begins to boil. My eyes feel different, I can feel them change, but it’s not the same. “Your eyes, they’re a reddish tint.”

My anger boils through my limbs, and I lurch toward Namjoon. He runs behind the easel and picks up a paintbrush, angling the handle toward me like he wants to stab me. “Stop! Don’t come any closer!” Namjoon shouts, trying to keep me at bay.

“I’ll have you, no matter what!” 

I use my power and conquer him, sinking my fangs into his neck, this time, not letting go. My entire strength is used to subdue him and drink his blood. The difference is I don’t stop. Not until I feel a cold, black cloud surround me. I drank just enough to leave Namjoon alive but unconscious next to me.  I bite my wrist and open his mouth, squeezing drops of my blood into his mouth and coax his throat to help him swallow.

I have never wanted anyone this badly; this is the only way that will make him stay with me forever. I kiss his lips and lay patiently by his side, awaiting my new eternal lover to awaken to our new life.