#bts short drabble

[7brownsuga7]

Crybaby | Yoongi

MDNI! Inspo: 1

Yoongi hated seeing you cry. He hated to see the wetness of your cheeks and the slight puffiness of your eyes, given any situation he’d make it his right to avoid it - like when he accidentally spoke to you in a different tone, or when he was being short with you one time. But he couldn’t help the feeling he got when he heard you cry out for him as you became eager and eager for more of his touch.

Especially when he had a full view of you lose it as you grind on top of him. Rubbing your clothed throbbing pussy against his cock. You were desperate for more, the wet patch on the fabric of your panties full proof. He could tell you were on the verge of tears as you eagerly rocked against him, trying to ease the tension between your legs. Eyes shut tightly as your pussy ached for something more.

You were so needy - so good for him.

It made him go feral every-time he noticed the first tear escape your eye, and then when the rest followed along with your whiny whimpers and soft cries did he tell himself this was probably one of his favourite sights.

His hands would run up your stomach, caressing your breasts - thumb circling over your hardened nipples as you trembled with pleasure. His cock was a twitching - leaky mess too - seeing you in that state was just enough to get his cock rock hard and ready to fuck you, and when he feels your clothed pussy against him does he go even more insane.

He’d give in to your plees, fucking you just the way you like. Eyes lighting up in awe as he watches you in all your glory as he pounds you from below, your hands caressing the bare skin of his torso, working up towards his neck, playing with the silver chain hanging loosely around it.

His lips would kiss your tear stained cheeks whispering praises in your ear, a small smirk hidden on his face. He hated it but he truly couldn’t resist it.

His fingers—ones he knew were your weakness— would trail feather-light across your skin, sending chills up your spine. He’d caress your neck, tilting your head just enough so he could see your pretty face better, admiring you as you took him so well. Because he wanted to see it all, every whimper, every cry, every tear that escaped your eyes.

The way he made you act. Like a baby.

His crybaby.

The nickname he never let you forget.

He’d coo some meaningless sentence like, “hey hey, shh… I got you” caressing your wet cheek knowing damn well he thrives off of seeing you in such a state like this. His cock hits every spot inside you, making you cry out more as overstimulation consumes you with each movement against your skin.

“Yoongi… i-i”, you stutter unable to form a proper sentence. And who can blame you when his cock is pounding deep inside your wet cunt, your body collapsed on top of him as you’re unable to support yourself due to his harsh movements. He supports you by wrapping his arm around your waist, holding you close to him as he takes control.

His eyes never stray away from your face - mesmerised.

“Don’t cry, baby” he bites his lip as his thrusts continue, knocking you forward with each movement. If your eyes weren’t so blurred by your tears and the grip he has around your neck, you would be able to see the mischievous glint in his eye.

He catches your cries with a sloppy kiss. Giving you a sympathetic look as he says, “ah you’re close aren’t you baby?” As he can feel your pussy clench repeatedly. Your eyes shut tightly as you try your best to keep your composure. Even though you’re a mess already.

“Look at me”

He brings his hands towards yours, holding them as he eases you through your orgasm. He kisses your knuckles, eyes never leaving yours as he looks up at you.

When he feels you come undone around him, wetness coating his thighs - he caresses your body, shushing you as you shake and cry. His lips kissing your shoulder as you slowly unwind.

And when he’s finished with you - you near enough falling asleep, he will kiss along your skin. Praising you every way he can with words like, “You took me so well” and “I’m proud of you”. Words he knows has you weak. Running his slender fingers along your back caressing your skin, soothing you to sleep. Slowly working along towards your shoulders as he massages them until he hears the soft sound of your snores.

[gunwoo-bh]

The Night Shift [Min Yoongi x f!reader]

MIN YOONGI x F!READER UniStudent!Min Yoongi AU SUMMARY: You chose a boring, quiet job at your campus's 24-hour library for a reason: it kept you away from drama, gossip, and parties. It was positively uneventful. Until it wasn’t. Warnings: some swearing, it'll be fluff, maybe some angst, but mostly fluff, no smut for now but still MDNI A/N: Hi there. This is my first attempt at writing some Yoongi stuff. I'm just writing this for fun, I'm learning all the fanfic lingo and I want to improve. I don't know if I'll write more but I'd like to. English is my second language, pardon any mistakes.

THE NIGHT SHIFT

You walk into your campus’s 24-hour library five minutes before eleven on Friday. Just as most leave to attend a party to celebrate the end of the week, you head into work in hopes of avoiding the craziness of it all. Admittedly, you also want to escape your best friends’ and roommates’ attempts to get you to join them. You have never envied the meticulous process of getting ready for a party. Time and again, you've seen your friends spend hours primping and prepping. Showering, shaving, moisturizing, applying makeup, blow-drying, straightening or curling their hair, and planning outfits– you can’t help but sigh at what most likely awaits you when you return home in the morning. But pretend all you want; their excitement about parties does make you crave and wish to be more like them. So, instead, you enjoy making them hangover stew and listening to whatever stories they remember from their night, watching them fondly as you live vicariously through their adventures. 

Waving to the librarian preparing to leave her shift for the day, a buzzing in your pocket startles you. After placing your bag at the main desk, you dig into your cardigan pocket and fish out your phone, grinning at the string of texts already lined up for you.

Eunji [10:58PM]: Here’s a pin to our location, ‘kay? If you don’t hear from us, send in the cavalry (salute emoji)

Hwayoung [10:58PM]: Yah! WTF. Unnie, don’t worry about us. We’ll be fine, mhm? Call if you need anything~~

Eunji [10:59PM]: I’m kidding~ I’m kidding~ We’ll be safe, most likely drunk but we’ll try not to be too loud when we get home (wink emoji)

Hwayoung [11:00PM]: Sorry if one of us ends up in your bed (blushing emoji)

Snorting, you type.

You [11:02PM]: You know how to apologize to me, I’m easy. Bribes are welcomed. (wink emoji)

Sliding your phone on the desk, shaking your head at Eunji and Hwayoung’s shenanigans, you get settled for the night. Mrs. Kang leaves you a list of tasks to get done for the night, all of it achievable, and bids you goodnight, leaving you at your post. 

You suspect the library will be mostly empty, if not deserted, by midnight. Hiding your bag under the desk and grabbing your phone, you slip one wireless earbud in your ear and set off for your usual beginning-of-shift lap around the main, second, and third floors. Twenty minutes later, a dozen stray books gathered and a headcount of thirteen people total in the library, you return to your desk for the night, settling in to start writing your essay. 

As the hours begin to pass, you only ever glance up from your laptop to note when someone leaves the building. This means that at nearly 2 AM your previous count of thirteen is brought down to seven when you watch Seungmin, a regular second-year student, exit with a shy wave and bow. You push the chair back and stretch, yawning as your eyes peek at the notifications on your phone. Most are from Hwayoung, usually the least tipsy one, who sends you photos of them at the off-campus party, looking great as always and having fun. You press on the most recent photos and heart it, lips curling up softly.

Closer to 3 AM, you’re up stretching your legs and gathering some more books, placing them back on the shelves where they belong. You still have music in your ear, humming as you walk back down to the main floor. Right when your foot leaves the final step, you’re startled by a person standing at the main desk. Dashing to it, jittery hands taking your earbud out and bowing apologetically as you approach. 

“Ohh, I’m so sorry, have you been waiting long?” not giving him the time to answer, “how can I help you?”

When your eyes meet the cat-like ones of the young man in front of you, you startle a little. You’ve seen him across campus a few times, usually hanging with his group of rambunctious friends. Most of them you’ve spoken to here or there, even sharing a class with one of them, but the one standing in front of you has always been elusive. Quieter. 

“Mhm,” he nods, barely making eye contact as he slides a paper over to you. 

Looking quickly between the paper and him, you pick it up and read the name of the book. You recognize it right away. Most third-year psychology students end up at some point looking for it you find. 

“Oh,” you chew your lower lip, “second floor, back left corner near the water fountain. Here…” you grab a pen and scribble down the area for him, handing it to him. “If it’s not there, please come back, and I’ll help you find it…” 

He finally locks eyes with you for a few seconds, mumbling the quietest thank you ever heard and bowing. And just as quickly as he appeared, he is gone up the stairs. You glance over your shoulder to his retreating figure. 

While you may be immune to the desire to party, you certainly are not immune to attractive guys. He was very handsome with his slightly long black hair, bangs long enough to fall in his eyes when leaning forward. His powerful gaze is what struck you when face to face, but you were also struck by the way he nervously licked his lips when waiting for your help. He was handsome is all you can think of as you sit back down, unable to let go of the interaction.

You pick up your phone, wondering if you should ask your friends if they know his name. Eunji is the social butterfly you wish you were and seems to know everyone in Seoul, not just the school but the city as well. You decide against it; the odds of getting an answer out of her at this time are extremely low before settling back into school work with one final glance to the stairs. 

When 5 AM comes around, you’re just about done with your essay when footsteps catch your attention as your body snaps towards the stairs. You slouch back in your chair when you realize it’s the campus security guard, bowing when he passes your desk and sighing. Damn it, YN, why are you this way…Shaking your head in disappointment, you grab the sandwich you bought yourself before coming into work, snacking on that with your water while manifesting this next hour to be over and done with. 

The sound of the turnstiles is the next thing catching your attention briefly away from your food, glancing up to see a student smiling brightly at you and bowing before rushing up the stairs like a man on a mission, making you chuckle. Right as you get up from your seat, two sets of footsteps catch your attention, but you continue moving around your desk to begin your final lap to clean up before Mr. Song’s arrival. As you reach the bottom steps, you’re met with the student who just entered the library, leaving with the handsome guy from earlier, stopping to let them pass, and bowing to each other quickly. Standing still, you watch them leave the library, but not before mystery guy takes a quick peek behind him to you, prompting his friend to do the same. 

His friend begins grinning and laughing, his friend tugging him with force out of the library, which simply confuses you more. You decide not to dwell on that interaction, instead, you begin your final check and clean up before the clock finally strikes 6 AM. You hand off your list of completed tasks to Mr. Song and wish him a good day once you’ve gathered your things.

The crisp morning spring air is a welcome sensation against your face when you leave the building, yawning and walking back to your apartment. 

Entering the apartment, it’s quiet and still, making you wonder if your friends are even home yet. But one glance at the slippers still present at the entrance is enough to let you know that they haven’t returned home yet. You smile warmly, dragging your feet to your bedroom and getting changed into some pajamas, sliding into bed to get as much sleep as possible.

It’s just past noon when you hear the rousing of your friends. You’re already up, freshened up, and cooking them some hangover stew. The post-Friday night routine for all of you. Glancing over your shoulder, you spot Hwayoung, followed by Eunji slowly coming to sit in the living room. 

“Food is ready~!” You sing-song, grabbing the tray of food you’ve readied and bringing it over.

You’re all happily enjoying your breakfast, listening to them share the stories of what they remember of their night. Eunji remembers dancing with a guy and nearly going home with him, while Hwayoung remembers watching some drama unfold between two girls and a guy. 

“So, you were eavesdropping?” You quirk your eyebrow. 

She grunts. “Do we call it that if I was stuck in the bathroom while they were gossiping?”

You all laugh, serving each other more food as Eunji turns to you. “How was work?” 

You still right away, pretending the question didn’t immediately bring your mind right back to handsome library guy. “It was good, quiet as usual but you guys know me, I like my boring Friday nights.”

Your friends stare at you, and you know they can tell you’re itching to say something, to share too. They wait you out as you take a few bites of food, chewing quietly before swallowing that bite. You’re silent for barely two minutes before you open your mouth, shutting it right away. You don’t know why you’re hesitating, your friends would never judge you for anything you already know that. 

“So,” you pause, watching the way their eyes are already glued to you, “do you know Kim Namjoon? We have the same Cultural Theory class?”

They both nod right away, urging you to go on. “You guys know his friends by any chance?”

They both lean back, glancing at each other for a few seconds before Hwayoung asks, “Why are you asking?” 

Your face contorts in something the girls have never seen out of you before, like it physically pains you to have to explain it to them, “Well,” you trail off, “this guy came into the library like at 3 in the frickin’ morning…and I’ve just seen him around Namjoon and his friends, I just…I never…I don’t think I’ve ever heard his name before. I was…just cu–curious, you know?” 

You shut your eyes, wincing at how awful that sounded, “Okay, I know you guys wanna freak out, can you just do it now…” you sigh, and right on cue both Hwayoung and Eunji start kicking their feet, giggling like high school girls who have just heard the juciest gossip. Then a series of questions begin overlapping at unheard speeds, you’d think they were a Formula 1 car with how fast they were going. 

It’s only five minutes later that they finally quiet as Eunji gently smacks Hwayoung on the knee, urging her to ask you the question they want an answer to: “Why are you asking?”

The silence is deafening when she’s done speaking, and you’re playing with the hem of your hoodie, “Because he was cute.”

You swear you’ve never seen your friends hold in their excitement this much before you add, “Can you just tell me if you know his friends?” You whine before letting your body fall back on the ground. 

You’re staring at the ceiling, questioning your life choices and wondering if you should have even brought this up as Hwayoung crawls closer to you, lying next to you, “Well, yes. Eunji has classes with–who is it?”

“Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung. Was he one of them?” Eunji asks, joining you two on the floor.

You shake your head. “Isn’t Taehyung the guy you have a crush on?” 

“No, that’s Jeon Jungkook. He’s the smart second-year who skipped a year, he has a class with Hwayoung.”

“Ah…”

Hwayoung hums, “So, not Namjoon, Taehyung, Jimin, or Jungkook.” She turns to Eunji, “That leaves Yoongi, Seokjin, or Hoseok.”

“What did he look like, Unnie?” Eunji asks you, intent on giving you an answer.

You go on to describe him as best as you can, until suddenly one detail pops into your head, “Oh my god, I’m an idiot. He was looking for a book, he was looking for a psychology textbook!  Do any of them major in that?” 

Hwayoung snaps her fingers, looking at Eunji, “That would be…Min Yoongi, no?” 

“Yep. Min Yoongi.” Eunji says the name, and then they both look at you. 

You’re mouthing the name softly, looking up to your expectant friends, “What…what do you guys know about him?” 

Hwayoung shrugs, “He’s nice. Quiet. Picks and chooses his people. Studies psychology. Shy. He’s not as…’out there’ as the other guys but a classmate of mine said he did a project with him their freshman year and was a hard worker, and just nice overall.” 

You listen to her, nodding along, suddenly feeling like you let the curiosity get the best of you and that you’re getting hopeful over something that hasn’t even happened. You’ve had crushes. You’ve never seriously dated anybody, but you’re still young, so no rush, right? Min Yoongi was just a cute guy you had seen at school, that’s all. 

“Mhm, he’s just cute…” You explain to no one in particular, maybe to yourself, and your best friends notice right away how you suddenly get lost in your head. “Well, thank you for clearing up that mystery.” You laugh, sitting up.

Hwayoung rubs your back from her lying position, “You know, you’re allowed to think a guy is cute and wonder who he is.”

“I know…” Sighing, you lie back down with your friends. “But I’m not you guys. I’m not the girl that attracts attention everywhere I go. I’m the quiet one. I am the one who flies under the radar. I mean, I did that to myself.” 

Eunji holds your hand, “Come on, any guy would be lucky to be with you. Rest assured, we will remind whoever you end up with of that very detail.” She says with certainty, making you giggle. 

“Thanks, I appreciate it.” You sigh, staring at the ceiling once more. 

A few minutes of silence pass when Hwayoung speaks up, “Let’s order food, buy alcohol and snacks, and watch a bunch of rom-coms to remind us how single we all are.” 

This makes all of you burst out in laughter but also agreement. With that plan in mind, each of you do your apartment chores. And nothing heals you more than an afternoon with your best friends listening to music. You can’t deny that your thoughts sometimes veer back towards Min Yoongi. 

You were never the girl who was boy-obsessed or focused in high school. You never minded when it happened because to each their own, but you kept your crushes very close to your chest. Objectively? You can look at guys and just think they’re handsome, and could you say this about him? Of course. But he struck you differently with that tiny interaction. A crush at first sight of sorts. You tell yourself it’s more than okay to think that Min Yoongi is a good-looking guy and that you're likely going to keep thinking so. With that in mind, you make a list of movies to watch until the wee hours of the morning or until you fall asleep. Come evening, Hwayoung calls her favorite local restaurant and places an order for pickup, which has become your job to pick up.

With that in mind, you make a list of movies to watch until the wee hours of the morning or until you fall asleep. Come the evening, Hwayoung has called her favourite local restaurant and placed an order for pick up, which has become your job to pick up.

“Remind me why I’m picking this up and not you? You placed the order, no?” You ask, slipping your shoes on with a small grin. 

“Because I am very specific about what alcohol girls’ night must have, and Eunji is very specific about the kind of snacks she likes, and we both know what you like so…” she trails off, “makes sense to us to do this.” 

You playfully glare at both, placing your purse around you, “You just want to buy the fancy shit…”

Hwayoung snaps her fingers, “Ding ding! We have a winner!”

You burst out laughing. “Alright then, I’m going to pick up the food. Please, let's all get back here quick so we can start our sappy rom-com night.”

After a messy three-way high five, you manage to begin your fifteen-minute walk to the restaurant, looking down to the order confirmation Hwayoung had sent to you. Your walk goes faster than you ever expected it to go as you reach the beautiful traditional building that houses the restaurant. None of you have ever physically come here, but a pamphlet had been left at your apartment when you moved in at first. And somehow, this had become your go-to place for a treat. Except this time, instead of delivery, because of the size of your order (Hwayoung had probably gone overboard this time), you had to go pick it up. 

You open the door and announce yourself, saying hello as you walk up to the counter to the nice middle-aged woman there. You show her your phone with the order confirmation, “I am here for a pick up, here’s the reference number.” 

She looks at it and smiles, “Mhm, yes, your order is just about ready if you wouldn’t mind waiting here for a moment.” 

You nod and bow to her, waiting in the lobby as you look around the restaurant. You take your phone out to update your friends.

You [8:41PM]: Arrived! Food is ready at any moment. Will be back home soon~! How’s the booze and snack search?

“Miss, your food is ready.” You hear the owner speak, shoving your phone back in your pocket and turning to face her. She points towards the curtain that separates the front and the kitchen. “My son will have it out.”

You’re paying when she fusses over her son and how he’s trying to carry both heavy bags at once, helping him, and only when you look up do you feel your body freeze. You clock her placing the first bag on the counter in front of you, but where your focus is, is different. Your eyes are trained on her son bringing the second bag out, making eye contact with cat-like eyes when he finally lifts his head. You can’t believe your luck (or bad luck?) when you’re face to face with the owner’s son. And you can’t wait to go back and tell your friends exactly who that is. 

Min Yoongi.

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[twilghtkoo]

pairings. jungkook x reader (f)

genres/aus. comfort, established relationship

warnings. descriptions of anxiety

notes. another self indulgent writing with jk on my mind <3

masterlist

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oh god. why do you do this to yourself? and always at this time at night, always when you have to piss too.

it’s late, around 1:30 in the morning and your boyfriend is sound asleep peacefully snoring into his pillow. you’ve grown accustomed to his sleeping habits and it’s now become something you miss on those months he’s gone for work.

he fell asleep easily, as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out fast. muttering an ‘i love you’ half asleep before slumber took over.

you’ve been scrolling on your phone switching from different apps back to tiktok. until one specific tiktok appeared on your for you page, one that piqued your interest with the eerie sound. a lady was explaining a nightmare she had and how she saw a creepy, shadow face with picture evidence. and now you can’t unsee it and you paused the video because the sound was becoming overwhelming and suddenly you feel like it was in the room with you.

you remember how you had to pee and that urge comes back but no way are you walking that three feet in the dark.

you scroll past the video and it’s one showing an otter swimming in a pool. yes, much better.

but that haunting image keeps flashing behind your eyes, so you exit out the app and go back to youtube. trying to find one of your comfort videos you always go back to rewatch. you take a peek over your phone to see the faint outline of jungkook on his side, mouth slightly open. oh how i wish that could be me right now.

anxious thoughts hit you again and you wonder if you turn over, would that face be there?

you’ve always been like this since you were little. afraid of the dark and gets easily scared. suddenly you wish you kept that ocean nightlight you had since you were five, but your mom gave it away to your cousins.

there’s only one thing you could think of.

“kook, kook..” you gently shake his shoulder to wake him. it takes a few more tries before he’s awake. your phone automatically turns off from the screen not being touched. leaving your room pitch black.

he breathes out, “what’s wrong? you okay?” you open your phone, illuminating the room a bit.

you bite your lip. “can you walk with me to the bathroom? i’m scared..” do you sound like a child right now?

jungkook, without questions, kicks the blanket off and crawls out of bed to walk around to your side of the bed.

“come on.” he mutters, he holds out his hand for you to grab as you get out of bed. you’re clinging to his side as you take those few steps to the bathroom in your room.

when he turns the light on, you both hiss at the brightness. your appearances in the mirror looks like you’ve been in bed for a bit. but jungkook doesn’t look bothered at all, a small smile that says a million things to you eases your worries.

he leans against the counter with his arms crossed as you do your business before washing your hands.

while you’re in front of the sink, he comes up behind you to circle his arms around your waist. “wake me up always if you need anything, i don’t mind. and if i don’t wake up for the first couple times, i allow you to smack me with a pillow.”

you chuckle. “okay.”

“okay.”

he walks you back to your side of the bed and tucks you in, crawling over you to get on his side. blindly reaching for your hand under your pillow, giving it a squeeze. “put your youtube video on baby.”

you nod, even though he can’t see. then you hear his soft snores again. you lean in to place a kiss on of his forehead before doing as he says.

[ravenempress101]

Sleeping underneath them

• Jaehyung x yuta x Johnny smut imagine •

Authors note:hello sweethearts enjoy the smut nothing but pure smut not a plot at all I’m on my lady week and needed to blow off some steam and Nct127 has been on my mind so enjoy ☺️

⚠️warnings⚠️ rough sex ,squirting, dark sex violence, Somnophilia, unprotected sex, nipple play, body worship,corruption kink, breeding

“I am so tired” y/n shouted her heels clicking to the shared bedroom of yuta Johnny and jaehyung. They were daddies that took care of her and they loved there little princess.

“Somebody eyes are looking heavy” yuta places a strand of her hazelnut curl behind her ear and his dimples appear on his face.y/n yawned and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

“Jaehyung are babygirl is so tired just look at her” Johnny claimed while y/n laid her thick frame on the bed. They surrounded her body like sharks. The hunger yearning for them to make her more relax. There boba orbs plastered on her hazelnut frame. A half smile they all gave insync with one another.

“Oh I’m looking” y/n finally heard jaehyung oppa words fall from his heartshappes his digits intertwined her delicate skin and her autosphere became a dark raven void. “I hear y’all I just had a rough day that’s all” Y/n lazily claimed while her lashes fluttered and drifted off to sleep. They loved all this site of your frame rising and falling in front of them.

“Look she’s sleep, let’s make her feel good while she’s sleep” jaehyung hummed and they started in position. a hand trails on her full stomach the muscular fingers playing with the flesh that her hips dip.

Johnny captures your thick sleepy Frame and crawls behind you in bed collapsed backward into Johnny’s Steel chest. Y/n body spreaded for all her daddies.

Her mouth parted a soft moan filled Johnny’s ear. His cheek inside her neck. The Korean muscular built man lips erupted a airy kiss underside of her jaw from the moan she called.

Yuta placed a kiss on your forehead and his shirt followed to the ground. The mixed brown haired gentleman captured your cheek trailing his calloused thumb over your lips. As Johnny held your silhouette his pointed finger soothing circles on your arms. A softer sigh fell from your edge .Jaehyung lifted your white sleeping gown. Y/n and all her glory

“Mhmmm” y/n shifted on top of Johnny’s bare chest. At jaehyung’s action. “Sshhhh baby girl we are going to take good care of you” yuta whispered his warm mouth on her stomach pressing his kiss resting on her. His tongue cuts through wiggling and trailing wet spots. Goosebumps erupted on her skin the pleasure burned inside her.

“Ahhhh” y/n quivers from the burn of breathe that struck her from yuta. His smirk on her as he dies his action and place another lingering peck along her thigh. Her body rose up and down steadily.

Jaehyung lips on her bud sluggish figure 8 on her. Y/n contracted from the kiss on her sweet area. Johnny wrapped his arms around her thick frame enclosed his grip harder on her as jaehyung deepen his grazes.

“So wet aren’t you princess” Johnny purred his thumb nibbled on your right breast. Y/n breathing sucked in as his tongue brushed over her flesh. Her breathless signaling all 3 of the men to finish making her there princess. Johnny held your right breasts and placed his slender fingers on the nipple and enclosed on clasp the little bud.

Y/n winced in her slumber. Yuta’s warm mouth on her left breast and his tounge wiggled in circles on her. He bound her, Yuta sucked and suckled his tiny bites purple marks appeared. Y/n closed eyes welled with tears from the pleasure of all of her daddies. Overwhelmed of them worshiping her body.

“Mhmmm ahhhh sooo good daddies” y/n’s sleepy protests as her body shakes. Jaehyung fucked her with his long muscle. Going in and out of her y/n shivered from the warmth that he manifested.

“You taste so sweet baby, I can’t get enough of our goddess” jaehyung groaned inbetween biting on your clit. Suckling your creamy juices that sprayed out of you him pulling back to a soft kiss and scanning your body with his darken orbs filled with desire.

Y/n cries from the empty void that he performed. Y/n loved that jaehyung cared for her down there.

Then Johnny calloused fingers in the back of her leading down to his growing member. His length was sticky from the pre cum raining from the tip. His digits linger over the hole and down the shaft covering his 9inch veiny muscle.

He lifted her still body and in low tone “are you ready baby girl I want to be inside you, we all want to be inside you” y/n snores escaped and he knew she was ready to take him. Johnny at her entrance. He tickled his tip on her damp folds and then he slowly sunk her down. Y/n taking all of Johnny.

A strangled scream escaped when he advanced right back in her. Y/n clenched around Johnny’s length trying to adjust while she’s rested His breathes quicken after every drive he assaults you with. Y/n enjoying all of his length in her.

“You’re so beautiful taking me all in”

“Your so warm princess”

“Mhmmm your almost close baby girl that’s it cum on daddy”

Johnny lifting her back up and slamming her back down on his cock. Her lips open with pants at his sudden movements.

“Ah fuck” Johnny whisper his crash lacing his body. His enliven coming in as he thrusts a few more times his cum spirts inside y/n’s womb squeezing him feeling the warmth take over her.

As she felt it he pulled out and jaehyung was next his length striking into your squishy walls. y/n eyes were slowly opening but not quite. Jaehyung hovered over you slamming into your drenched hole.

“Ahhhh god jaehyung so big” y/n lazily raspy from her slumber he digs with his ambush. His is sharp and precises hitting the spot. while cursing from how warm you make him

His oragasm crashing down on him and his creaminess mixes with Johnny’s painting your insides. Y/n breathe was heavy her forehead erupted with droplets from all them taking turns.

Yuta was the last one. The one she would always gives her last. His heartshappes plastered on your lips while his length slips inside from the overload of cum spilling from your womb.

Yuta moaned deeply in your mouth. Y/n was a little awake for yuta feeling his enourmous manhood take stabs at her from the inside. His cock dragging against your over sensitive walls.

“Mhmm yuta-a makin me feel so good” y/n whimpered riding out his thursts.

“I love hearing your voice”

“Your so beautiful while taking me”

“Mhmm baby girl is almost close again such a good girl knows her daddy”

Johnny and jaehyung connect their lips on each side of your neck biting blue and red wounds manifesting on your flesh. Yuta grabbing the head board felt her back slide against Johnny bare abs.

“Our princess did so good taking all of us” johnny and Jaehyung slithered in her ear.

As yuta was coming in close a few more digs , his cum spirts out fast his wetness inside and his length ejects out of of y/n and a warm elixir lands in between her breasts and stomach. He loved marking you on your naked body.

Y/n was shivering they kissed you in all your skin and ran there hands over your body massaging you y/n loved the after care of her daddies and how they treated her.

[jeongguksu]

"let's play a game"

pairing: uni student!jk x uni student!f. reader

genre: smut

warnings: slapping, public sex, dom!jk

"Y/N, let's play a game.” Jungkook whispers into your ear. “Don't get caught."

You press your lips together, desperately trying to stop the whimpers slipping out. You really don’t want anyone to hear you, to catch you in this state: your face and exposed breasts are pressed onto the door of the bathroom stall, jeans and panties halfway down your legs while your boyfriend rams into you from behind. 

At least it’s lunchtime, so not many students are on the seventh floor of the school building at this time, but it doesn’t help that Jungkook’s thrusts are increasing in speed, pushing you harder against the wobbling door.  

“Kook-” you try to call him amidst your moans. “Too much, it’s too much-”

Slap. 

Jungkook rubs the flush area on your ass with his hand. “No, baby. Fucking take it all.”

“But- I can’t-” you pant, “keep quiet.” Your hand goes up to cup your mouth in an attempt to muffle the noise, but it’s no use. 

In one motion, Jungkook grabs your hair, pulling your torso away from the door and flushes onto his clothed chest, which causes you to release a particularly loud whine. 

“Well,” you can almost hear the cocky smile through the way he speaks, “isn’t that the whole point of the game?”

[julieeeeette]

the one where you're sleeping and taehyung is tired too

Pairing: Taehyung and reader

Words: 283

Rating: PG-13

Taehyung forced himself to shut his computer down after realizing the time. 

12:30 AM. 

No wonder his eyes were aching so much.

He shut the light off in his studio and walked down the hall of his home pulling the sleeves of his white shirt over his hands to ward off the slight chill. 

He peered into the bedroom you both shared, but didn’t see you there. You weren’t much of a night owl, so where were you?

“Darling?” He yawned and squinted an eye before rubbing it with the back of his fingers before knocking on the door of your office to see if you were working late too. He opened the door just a crack but was met with darkness.

Nope, not there.

He exited the hallway and saw you lying on the sofa with a book on your chest while you slept. A breeze billowed gently in the dusty rose drapes behind you.

“Ah, darling.” He sighed and tipped his head to the side thoughtfully as he watched you breathe evenly. “You’re going to catch a cold. Let me help you.”

He closed the sliding glass door then walked over to you and took the book. He slipped the bookmark into place and sat it down on the coffee table. He moved your hand to rest at your side then slowly laid down on top of you, easing his weight to keep from waking you.

You gave a small groan and wrapped your arms around his neck as he settled his head against your shoulder.

“Love you, baby.” He kissed your cheek and settled back down, sliding his hands under your shoulders with a sigh before falling asleep quickly.

[yoonberry17]

THE EDGE OF US

Jungkook never smokes. But tonight, his fingers tremble around a cigarette Yoongi left behind. His lips ghost over the filter. Inhales nothing but memory. Yoongi always hated the taste of burnt things. Jungkook only knows how to love the wreckage.

“You’re shaking,” Yoongi murmurs, voice wrapped in smoke and sleep. “I’m cold.” A lie. Yoongi’s hands are warm when they touch his wrist. A ghost of a grip, a question he doesn’t ask.

“I never wanted to hurt you.” Jungkook’s laugh is quiet. “Then why did you?” Yoongi sighs, and for the first time, Jungkook sees it— The weight Yoongi carries. The grief of a man who destroys what he loves before it can destroy him.

[human-psyche]

AN UNEXPECTED ENCOUNTER.

characters: yoongi x reader

genre: cute, comfort, short drabble

about: yoongi and reader fall in love slowly, and bonus him reacting to her jealous ex.

一 the evening darkness looms over the quiet city as Y/n walks on the street;

一 to her surprise, she sees Yoongi standing next to a car as if he was waiting for her though busy on his own.

一 she approaches him where he is, near the park with shaded trees and the roses in full bloom that smell so welcoming

一 Yoongi also sees Y/n right then and there and goes torwards her, the stare in his eyes beckons her to come closer

一 she approaches him and he is filled with an amazing feeling, he feels that Y/n really likes him just by sensing her presence alone: their greeting is limited to a polite interaction but they click immediately;

一 he invites her to get in his car and goes to buy cup icecream, giving it to her. Y/n appreciates his gesture and responds by receiving the cup with a smile. the fruit and vanilla taste of the ice cream makes her even more excited by their meeting. at the same time, she admits that he's very attractive and gentlemany: she enjoys the ice cream and talks to him about the movie she watched the night before.

一 Yoongi tells her about his misunderstanding with a good friend, and Y/n even offers advice on how to proceed in such a delicate situation; she tries to comfort him by taking his hand and smiling reassuringly, showing friendship and support for his saddened morale.

一 after eating the ice cream, they decide to walk holding hands and looking into each other's eyes. then, when Y/n is just getting back into his car, she notices her ex-boyfriend, whom she had broken up with because of himself, passing by on the street

一 he had been very selfish and jealous with her, and sometimes even aggressively so. for this reason Y/n left him, it had not been easy but she has chosen to put her life in order and make herself respected, being sincere and emotionally capable to fully deserve this much awaited comfort that she gave herself.

一 Yoongi perceives the unsettling emotion in Y/n's gaze and intervenes to save her from this would be incident: he gently pulls her towards him in the car with a safe and protective behaviour convinced by her frightened look一 and he kisses Y/n suddenly一 prolonging the kiss untill her ex gets the subtle message that he can no longer get together with her, and that now Yoongi is interested in Y/n, and leaves, before Yoongi starts the car and takes Y/n in the opposite direction of the city.

[acenolee]

Attention (Hybrid AU)

A/N: This is different from what I usually write but I’ve had the idea on my mind for a while now. I also know that this hybrid au came out of nowhere but I will also be writing (occasionally) hybrid au’s in addition to whatever else I write. If this isn’t for you then feel free to skip. FYI this will be shorter than my other posts.

Pairing: Jungkook x (Wolf) hybrid!reader

Genre: Fluff

“Y/N!” Jungkook practically screeched as he took off after your retreating form, you cackling mischievously as you ran off with his game controller. “Give it back! I’m in the middle of a tournament!”

“You’ll have to catch me first Kookie!” You called back playfully, rushing down the hallway and into the room you shared with Jungkook.

You’d already dropped the controller by the time Jungkook barged into the room and was sitting with your legs crossed, tail thumping gently against the bed.

Jungkook sighed tiredly. “Where’d you put it? I have to finish my tournament.”

“But Jungkook,” You whined. “You’ve been playing games all day. Won’t you take a break?”

“After I finish this tournament.” He promised, although the two of you knew that it was far from the truth.

With a little bit of a pout, you pulled the controller from your pocket and held it out for him. Just as he went to grab it, you pulled it out of his reach and wrapped your arms and tail around him, pulling him onto the bed.

“Y/N! What are you doing?”

“I want your attention!”

Before he could reply, you untangled yourself from him and pinned him on his back, straddling his small waist and grinning triumphantly.

Quickly catching onto the game, Jungkook chuckled and said, “So you want to play like that, huh?”

And then a full on wrestling match broke out between you two. You proved to be a more challenging opponent than Jungkook anticipated, being smaller you were able to squeeze out of his grasp quickly, and you were pretty strong as well.

“Not as easy as you thought, huh bunny?” You teased when he pulled back to catch his breath, wagging your tail playfully.

“Well you certainly know how to put up a fight.” Jungkook eventually relented, and you beamed with delight. “But it’ll take more than that for you to win.”

And the two of you went at it again.

Jungkook would grab your wrists to pin them to the bed, but you would either thrash so much that you dislodged him or would knock your shoulder against his with enough force to knock him off balance. It was a mess, you two rolling around on the bedsheets and running around the dorm and making so much noise so much that Namjoon poked his head in to make sure everything was alright.

The match ended when both you and Jungkook were to exhausted to continue, and you nuzzled into into Jungkook’s arms as he ran his fingers through your hair, massaging all over your scalp. What you didn’t expect, however, was for Jungkook to reach over and gently scratch behind your ear, a particularly tender spot.

You looked up with wide eyes, visibly surprised, and let out a little “oh”.

Jungkook froze mid-scratch and then hastily pulled his hand away - you didn’t miss the fear glittering in his eyes.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized with round eyes, looking like a lost puppy. “Should I not have? Did I hurt you?”

Immediately you shook your head. “I was just…surprised.” At his worried, slightly apprehensive face you quickly added, “But it was a good surprise.”

Jungkook still hesitated. “You don’t mind?”

“Nope. Here - do it again.”

You wrapped your hand around his and guided it to the gap in between your ears, aware of the somewhat tense silence between you too.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t, you won’t.”

After a moments hesitation, Jungkook complied and started to lightly scratch behind your ears, his touch gentle and loving. You melted into the touch, nuzzling into his chest with a small sigh. Jungkook continued to stroke your head and scratch your ears in a soothing manner, you had almost fallen asleep until he asked,

“Is it comfortable?”

In your sleepy state, you turned on your stomach, still caught up in his arms, to look at Jungkook. His eyes were wide with adoration and his lips were turned up in his bunny smile.

“Yes, very.” You replied. “Please continue.”

He looked at you curiously while continuing to scratch. “This is first time you’ve let me touch your ears ~ if i knew you’d like it so much I would’ve done this much sooner.”

“I was too shy to ask.”

“Aw jagi you don’t have to be worried about asking me for something~”

“I know I know.”

Jungkook smiled and rested his head upon yours, his breath growing shallow as sleep started to catch up with him.

Just as he dozed off, you murmured, “You can play that tournament tomorrow.” And he replied with a sleepy, “Okay.”

[setsuuestsu]

Drinking Tea When They Usually Don’t

Yoongi frowned when he smelled the peppermint tea coming from the living room. He never drank it, and Hoseok only drank peppermint tea a few times a year, usually only when he was sick. 

“Seok?” Yoongi called. He heard the TV on so he quietly crept towards the living room, being careful to not make much noise in case Hoseok was asleep. He saw Hoseok carefully sipping at a steaming mug of the tea, a blanket wrapped around his curled up form on the couch. The tea was what raised alarm. Hoseok was cold often, so the blanket was excusable, but he never drank tea unless he wasn’t feeling well.

The younger male looked up, face paler than his usual honey-toned skin. “Hey, Hyung.” he rasped out, coughing slightly. 

“When did this start?” Yoongi asked, sitting down next to Hoseok and pulling the younger male onto his lap. Hoseok immediately clung into his chest for warmth. 

“It was just a sore throat this morning.” Hoseok murmured, coughing afterwards. “Then it started to get worse.”

“Have you taken your temperature yet?” He placed a hand on Hoseok’s forehead. It was boiling under his touch. He didn’t wait for the younger’s answer before heading to the bathroom to grab the thermometer from the cabinet behind the mirror.

102.6. A high fever.

“What hurts?”

“Throat, an’ my head.” Hoseok murmured, closing his eyes and curling closer to his blanket. “‘M so cold …”

Yoongi sat back down next to Hoseok, reaching over to place the thermometer on the coffee table. He gently pulled Hoseok back down onto his lap. He raised his arm slightly and ran his fingers through Hoseok’s damp hair. 

“Close your eyes. I’m here now, yeah?”

[nostxlgiax]

love me (like you promised) | kty

title: love me (like you promised)

pairing: kim taehyung x reader

genre: angst, drama

word count: 766

status: complete

synopsis: when weather cools, earth’s bloom falls to rest – it’s a shame she does too.

warnings: mentions of sex, implied cheating, stalking, yandere reader, age gap, teacher/student relationship, hanahaki disease

they spare minimal glances in the open, trading touch, and then some behind narrow doors. 

she knows she shouldn’t, but doesn’t stop. 

he tells empty promise with a bruising mouth, recants any[thing] with lingering hands. he memorizes the curves of her flesh, tastes the salt of her skin, and walks away with ease. he assures her, her best work’s with film, and she agrees.

in shot–everything stays as it was.

© copyright ciani jayde 2024

Keep Reading on AO3.

[gunwoo-bh]

The Night Shift - Part 2 [Min Yoongi x f!Reader]

MIN YOONGI x F!READER UniStudent!Yoongi AU SUMMARY: You chose a boring, quiet job at your campus's 24-hour library for a reason: it kept you away from drama, gossip, and parties. It was positively uneventful. Until it wasn't. Warnings: some more swearing, some fluff?, it's pretty tame, teasing (y'all i don't know how to do warnings, i'll learn) A/N: WOW! Everyone, thank you SO much for all the love on that first chapter?? (is that what I'm calling it, I'm not sure) I never expected that, and I'm so grateful so thank you so much! Here's a continuation. I don't know what I'm doing exactly with this, if it's gonna turn into a fic or something but I'm just enjoying it for what it is. Pardon the grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language!

THE NIGHT SHIFT

PART 2

Yoongi’s mother calls a cab for you, amidst your polite protest. She insists, and you relent. She’s far too sweet, but the mere idea of you staying in this restaurant any longer under Yoongi’s inquisitive stare is too much. He stands beside his mother, cleaning up behind the counter while listening to her end of the phone call to the cab company. He’s eavesdropping on whatever conversation you two may have once she finishes her call. You find it easier to stare at your own hands rather than have a conversation or make eye contact with him. 

“Taxi is on his way,” your attention snaps back to her, “and it’ll make it so much easier for you.”

You bow politely. “Thank you, I appreciate it.”

She playfully shrugs, “Nonsense. No way I can let you carry all of this by yourself.” Her smile is warm and kind. You can’t help but smile right back. She turns to her son, nudging him.

“Go help your dad.” His eyes meet his mom’s, nodding and hesitantly walking to the kitchen with one final glance to the both of you. She looks back to you with the warmest smile. “Do you know each other?” 

The question startles you, glancing from her to the spot Yoongi had stood a moment ago. “Oh. Oh! Well, not exactly. We just go to the same school. I’ve seen him around.” You try to make it sound as casual as you can and not like you had just spent breakfast that morning trying to figure out his name.

She kept looking at you like there was more she wished she could say, but you were not just someone who went to the same school as her son. You were a customer. So she held back. She perks up, looking over your shoulder, making you follow her sight line. The cab. A wave of relief washes over you, prompting you to grab both bags of food. She helps keep the door open for you, following you out until she has you safely seated in the taxi. Making sure the food is safe, you grab your phone with one hand to text your friends.

You [8:59 PM]: On my way back. You’ll never guess what happened.

You’re about to put it away when the text bubbles appear, snorting at your friend’s curiosity. 

Eunji [8:59 PM]: Don’t tease us. Unnie.

Hwayoung [9:00 PM]: You’re gonna wait to tell us until we’re home, aren’t you?

You [9:00 PM]: (shrugging and winking emoji) 

The taxi ride doesn’t take very long. Carefully, you bring the bags inside and up the elevator to your apartment. With some difficulty, you finally make it inside, kicking your shoes off and getting into your slippers. You can hear noise in the kitchen right around the corner, peeking your head around it when you meet Eunji’s eyes. She runs to help you, curiosity radiating off her while taking the bags out of your hands. You saunter to the kitchen island and lean on it while the girls start taking the food out. 

“So,” you start, “I’m gonna be dramatic for a second, but I will get over it.” They nod, mindlessly putting food out while simultaneously listening to you. “We can never order or send me in there because the people who own the place are, drumroll please, Min Yoongi’s parents.” Both girls have their mouths open in shock, the quietest you’ve ever seen them with news of this kind. “Okay, being dramatic? Over. But seriously, what are the odds? Oh, and did I mention I think he works there? How do I know? Because he was there.” 

You sigh dramatically, shuffling over to the couch. “So, what booze did you buy, and can I join?”

Your friends chuckle, knowing very well that, given the chance to drink, you will refuse it. “Also, let’s just get this movie night started. I need a distraction.” You all get ready to sit down in the living room to start your rom-com evening, trying to keep your mind focused on anything but the last 24 hours. 

Min Yoongi has a reason for everything. He’s practical like that. And that’s why he keeps things close to the vest except with a few people. But he never expected a freak out of this magnitude coming from his friends. He’s exasperated, glaring at Seokjin as he sits amongst his friends, listening to him go over what just happened. Yoongi usually goes to the library during the night when insomnia hits him because not only can he avoid the large crowds of students, but he also gets some time alone. 

When he went to the library this morning to get some work done, he had never anticipated his friend to find him at the crack of dawn. Yoongi should have known that glancing back to you, the pretty night shift desk clerk, would come bit him in the ass. Because since 6 AM he hasn’t stopped hearing about it, and it is nearly lunchtime now. Seokjin hasn’t stopped retelling the story the moment one of their friend joins the table.

“Yaaaaah…” Yoongi groans, rubbing his face. “Either tell it once but stop telling every single time one of them shows up.”

The boys laugh at their friend’s frustration. His childhood friend Namjoon rubs his shoulder, “They’re just teasing…you never get caught checking girls out. Let us have some fun.” 

Yoongi swore he would keep his somewhat silly one-sided crush on you to himself. Why? Because of this. He knows that they’re being playful, and if he was to be honest with them about his crush, they would most likely help him out. And that is exactly why he never wanted to say a thing. He didn’t need help. Because he didn’t want it. Yoongi never wanted to be given hope that his interest could be reciprocated, so watching you from afar made more sense to him. Until this morning. When Seokjin had to make a big deal of Yoongi looking back to you. 

He knows this will die down, at least for tonight, but he knows his friends better. Especially the few in their friend group who are more likely to involve themselves in playing matchmaker. He knows one thing. He loves these guys so much, he would be willing to do anything for them, but matchmakers? They are not. Seokjin and Namjoon may have girlfriends, but they never stopped wanting to set their friends up on blind dates or playing matchmaker at every turn. 

Yoongi watches them tease their other friends for being single, which then turns into the single guys teasing how sappy the taken ones have gotten since being in relationships. He licks his lips, trying to hide the grin threatening to grace his features, but he’s amused at how easily a subject is brought up and then forgotten. He knows he won’t live it down, but for the moment, he just might.

Now in his third year of university, he’s managed to keep a pretty low profile. He knows how lucky he is to have come into this with some friends, meeting a few new ones along the line, which now formed his tight-knit group of friends. He didn’t need more, but watching his closest friends enter relationships made him crave something similar. He’s happy for his friends, though. If anybody deserve to be happy in a relationship? It’s them. All of them.

He looks down at his phone and sighs, standing up, “Gotta go. Work.” 

Yoongi is clearing a table when he hears the door open and shut, his mother thanking the departing customers as he smiles fondly at her kind tone. No wonder she works the front and his father works in the kitchen, she has the best social skills of their entire family. Yoongi is lucky enough to have inherited some of her skills, although he prefers the kitchen with his father, too. 

Digging in his apron for his phone, he sighs before stretching his back and looking down at the time. He shakes his head when he realizes there are still a few hours left to the night. Grabbing the tray of plates and cutlery, he returns to the back to wash them while his father prepares a pick-up order. He stops midway through his task to help prepare the order, putting the food in the containers and making it look visually appealing. He and his father are working silently when his mother comes in the back.

“Honey,” both of them raise their heads, “the pick-up order is here.”

“Mhm~.” His father nods, and Yoongi begins bagging all the items. He ties the bags neatly, ensuring everything is ready to go. He slips a menu pamphlet into the bag and nods to his father once they are both satisfied. Grabbing both bags, he heads out of the back, nearly bumping into his mother, who immediately tries to reach for one of the heavy bags. He attempts to protest, but one light glare makes him concede, handing her the lighter of the two as he follows her. Carefully avoiding tripping over the step leading to the main counter, he looks up at his mother, but his eyes immediately snap to the young woman standing across from her.

It’s you. 

His entire body is rooted to the ground, staring ahead for what feels like way too long when you make eye contact with him. Shit. Why are his hands sweaty all of a sudden? He places the second bag on the counter, licking his lips over and over before busying himself with a task. Mindlessly, he grabs a cloth to wipe the main counter and display case, pretending to pay no mind to your conversation. Yoongi feels his heart pulsating as he listens to his mother call a taxi for you. 

As he attempts to get closer, barely reaching his mother’s side, he gets gently elbowed, which snaps his attention to her, “Go help your dad.” And just like that, he retreats to the kitchen with one final look over his shoulder at you. 

He releases a shaky breath, leaning against the wall before focusing back on the dishes he had abandoned earlier. He’s lost in thought when two hands come and rest on his shoulders, startling him. Eyes wide, he looks to his mother and releases a sigh of relief, “You scared me…” She hums but has a mischievous look, and he immediately shakes his head, “No,” he adds, “mom, don’t…”

His father looks up to mother and son, brows furrowed, “She said you go to school together…” 

Shaking his head, Yoongi sighs, “Mom, we just go to the same school…” 

His mom goes silent, staring at him as he avoids her eyes. She squeezes his shoulders affectionately and kisses the back of his head, “I’m going to lock the doors, why don’t you let us clean up, mhm? Go back home.” 

It’s his turn to grab her shoulders, rubbing them gently, “No, it’ll go quicker if I help you. Let me take some leftovers over for the boys; that’ll make them happy.” He feels her pat his head, making him grin. “I’ll start cleaning…”

2 AM in the library for sure is quiet. No disturbances. No chaos. Just silence and the occasional clicking of keys on a laptop, scribbling of pen on paper, or the occasional book dropping from a shelf. It’s all so familiar, and nothing about it catches you off guard anymore. Nearly a week has passed since your first meeting with Min Yoongi, and the excitement over the entire matter had finally dwindled. You hadn’t seen him again on campus, or at the library for that matter, and you can’t even lie to yourself; you’re mildly disappointed. 

You will note, though, that Namjoon has been reaching out to you while in your class. Well, reaching out is quite literally a reach; more like he has been saying hello to you, holding the door, or acknowledging you in the halls. It makes you wonder if this is just a coincidence, but letting your already overthinking brain rest seems like the best solution. No point in reading into something that just isn’t a thing.

Right?

You’re on your second lap around for the night, taking your sweet time since there is no homework waiting for you downstairs. You’re cleaning up a table, completely lost in your head, when you hear someone clearing their throat, startling you to twist your body around in one swift movement. 

No freaking way. 

“Hi.” Yoongi stands before you, and you’re mouthing the air, unable to find your words. “I need your help finding a book.”

Speak, damn it. Use your words. 

“Uh,” great start, “which one?” Your mouth feels so dry as he shows you the title on his phone. You lean forward a little to read it better, recognizing the textbook he was looking for. “Oh, wasn’t this what you were looking for last time?”

His eyes widen, shocked you’d remember, “Mhm. It is.” At your confused look, he adds, “It wasn’t there last time. So…” he trails off. 

You hum, biting the inside of your cheek, “Follow me?”

You abandon the stack of books on the table, walking towards the stairs to the third floor. You can feel him following behind you. Not only is your mind racing but so is your heart. You reach the third floor without any mishap like you tripping over your own feet. Yoongi follows closely behind you, keeping up with your fast pace as you whip past aisle after aisle. You know exactly where you’re going, and it’s obvious. 

Slowing down, you start looking up until your eyes light up when you see exactly what it is you’re looking for, and the sight makes the corner of Yoongi’s lips curl in the slightest. You reach up at the very tip of your toes to grab it, looking it over to make sure it was the right copy and also in one piece. You remember his presence when you face him and extend the book to him, Yoongi reaching to grab it from you, fingers brushing in the exchange. 

“I’m sorry it was out for so long. I hope you didn’t have an urgent need for it.” He shakes his head while you speak.

“No, it’s mostly personal curiosity.” This makes you smile. “And boredom.” You giggle, and the sound makes his chest tighten. He did that. He made you laugh.

“Well, glad I could help.” You both stand there in the middle of the aisle, him holding onto that book like a lifeline and you with your hands now in the pockets of your cardigan, playing with your student ID to keep yourself from freaking out. 

He steps aside after a moment, letting you move first as you both begin your descent back to the main floor. You tell yourself you’ll get a moment to breathe when he checks the book out and leaves because that’s all there is left to do. He hesitates when he walks past the main desk. You’ve settled back in the chair, pretending not to care that he’s still around. But you watch him at the self-checkout counter, strands of hair falling in his eyes while he digs out his student ID to scan it. 

He’s handsome, and you hate how your focus moves from his face to his broad shoulders, lean but athletic physique, to his hands. You feel just how fast your heart is beating when you press your hand against your chest. The familiar ‘ding’ of the self-checkout catches your attention as he steps back, waiting on the small piece of paper printing. He snatches it and slips it between the pages of the book, glancing back to you. 

For a moment, you think he’s just going to continue turning around to leave, but he instead walks toward where you are sitting. Your mouth goes desert dry until he stops just shy of walking straight into the desk, “Uh,” he starts, “wanted to say thanks for the help.”

All you do is nod for a moment, humming, “Yeah, of course…anytime.”

Your eyes are trained on his lips and the way he’s chewing them, but you notice the way his brows furrow while looking down to where your laptop is, “What are those?” You quickly look to where his focus is, noticing the remnants of your previous adventure to the vending machine.

You immediately blush, mildly embarrassed, “Oh, uh, those are what’s left of my cheap attempt at a snack. I left home in a hurry, I forgot my lunch…” you admit. 

He doesn’t say a thing, but he remains focused like he’s in the deepest train of thought before nodding to himself, “Well, thanks again. You have a good night.”

You sit up in your chair, mouthing the air, “Oh, yeah, you too…”

And just like that…he’s gone. 

And you wish he wasn’t. What an odd feeling it is to want a stranger’s company. 

You’re absent-minded for the next little while, lost in your own thoughts. You’re overthinking every single minute of that interaction with him to a point where the only way you can distract yourself is to take a walk around the library to take your mind off of it. You return to the second floor to finish the earlier task Yoongi interrupted, lazily returning the books to their rightful spot. Anything becomes a task to distract yourself. You don’t even notice the time pass until you get a text, phone buzzing in your pocket. Instead of looking at it, you snap your head to the clock on the wall. 

You gasp. 5 AM?! 

That much time had passed since 2 AM. You put the book cart away and head downstairs to do one final check. In absolute disbelief that you lost so much time being in your head that you don’t notice the new item sitting on your laptop. Only when you return to pack your things do you finally take notice. 

The first time you walk past it, you don’t clock it, you think, but the second time, the bright orange colour catches your attention from the corner of your eyes, enough to make you stop, frown, double take, and step up to your laptop. Placed right in the middle of it sits a fruit. 

A tangerine. 

You’re confused, looking around to see if anyone you know could be the reason why this fruit is sitting there, but your attention turns to the blue post-it note under the tangerine instead. Grabbing the fruit in your one hand, you take the note in the other and read the message left on it. 

Your breath catches in your throat.

Your skin suddenly feels warm, heat rising from your chest to your neck and, finally, your face. If you were to look at yourself in the mirror right now, you’re certain you’d look funny to anyone walking by. You immediately cover your face with the hand holding onto the note, looking at the tangerine in the other. You do a full 360 to make sure no one is looking at you while you’re standing there, giggling to yourself before you take one final look at the note. 

Night shifts are tough…tangerines are good for energy, and for a snack. 

MYG

Again, thank you everybody and I hope you enjoy this part too!

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OMFG. THIS IS THE ABSOLUTE BEST SUKUNA SERIES I HAVE EVER READ. I LOVE HOW HE IS STILL O CLOE TO HI ORIGINAL CHARACTER AND HOW SMOOTHLY THE TRANSITION FROM HIM BEING EVIL TO BECOME SO SOFT AND HUMAN FOR THE MAIN CHARACTER IS. TO TAKE SUCH A DIFFICULT AND CRUEL CHARACTER AND TO TRANSITION THEM LIKE THIS WITHOUT FALTER OR HICK UPS IS AMAZING. IM FALLING IN LOVE WITH HIM MORE AND MORE EACH CHAPTER. ALSO IF I COULD GET ADDED TO THIS TAG LIST, I WOULD CRY BECAUSE IM SO IN LOVE WOTH THIS CHARACTER AND HIS DEVELOPMENT. AND IM NOT TEYING TO TELL YOU HOW TO WRITE IT BUT IF THERE IS EVER A CHANCE OF THERE HEING A SCENE WHERE SHE GETS TO SEE HOW CRAZY HE GOES, WHETHER ITS DUE TO HER GETTING HURT OR JUST TO PROTECT HER OR SOMETHING, I WOULD GO ABSOLUTELY FERAL.

i was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend

sukuna x reader summary: you persuade sukuna to play go fish. the two of you have a small disagreement (he really can't stay mad at you). he confides in you about his past as a sorcerer. w/c: 3.4k tags/warnings: the teeniest bit of angst. mostly fluff. banter. cursing. aged up!yuuji. slight yuuji x reader. not canon compliant. fem!reader. no use of y/n. no manga spoilers. a/n: the first section could be read as a brief(ish) stand alone. and for context, the world's shortest frankenstein synopsis: victor frankenstein brings a creature to life using dead body parts and thrusts him into a world he doesn't understand, then promptly abandons him and wishes him dead. alone and regarded as repulsive by every human he comes across, the creature begs frankenstein to create a wife for him too. when frankenstein refuses, the creature is further driven to hatred and violence. series masterlist // masterlist

"we should play a card game!" you exclaim as if you've just had the world's greatest idea.

"i'll pass."

sukuna sounds listless, like it's quite possibly the worst proposition he's ever heard.

"why's that? scared i'll beat you?"

"i'm opposed to mind numbing boredom, more like."

"you really need to expand your horizons," you suggest, making your way over to where you keep your playing cards. "all you do is read and brood."

"it's gotten me this far."

you don't respond, too busy rifling through your bookshelf. just as you spot your cards, a book catches your eye and you pull it from its place.

making your way back over to him, you drop it in his lap. "since you found jane eyre so insufferable, here's one you might actually like."

he surveys the cover, which reads: frankenstein or the modern prometheus

you take a seat across from him at the kotatsu table and shuffle the deck, while sukuna flips through the pages with new found intrigue.

"what's it about?"

"the dangers of playing god. should be right up your alley."

"your subtly never ceases to amaze."

"i'm just kidding." you laugh. "there's a lot more to it than that— revenge, loneliness, personal responsibility..."

he turns the book over. "it's written by a woman?"

you raise your eyebrows at him. "what, you don't think women have enough depth to write about those kinds of topics?"

"no, it was just an observation," he says off handedly. "you are evidence enough to the contrary."

he doesn't say it as a compliment, more so as a statement of fact. you hope your astonishment isn't written all over your face.

clearing your throat, you begin dealing while explaining the rules to him.

he takes up his cards and seems to understand the game after only a turn or two, but you're narrowing your eyes at him soon thereafter.

"go fish," he says for the fourth time in a row.

your gaze shifts down to his hands. there's just no way. "show me your cards."

"wouldn't that defeat the purpose of this stupid game?"

"not if you're cheating, now let me see."

"no."

you reach across the table, hoping to snatch them from his grasp, but he just holds them out of your reach.

swiftly rising to your feet, you launch yourself at him in a sad attempt to catch him off guard.

with only one arm extended, he easily fends off your attack. "do you actually think you have a chance here?"

you sink to your knees in defeat and sit with your legs folded beneath you. "not really, but i have to know if you'd stoop this low."

"that so? had you believed me to be above cheating?"

you gasp. "so you admit it?"

"i told you i didn't want to play," he deadpans.

"that doesn't mean you had to cheat! now we have to start over!"

he carelessly tosses the cards onto the table. "i don't think so."

"please?" you lean forward, jutting out ur bottom lip.

he just stares at you with an air of disinterest.

sukuna can be so haughty sometimes, and frankly, it drives you a little crazy. you'd give anything to wipe that look from his face— to prove that he doesn't find this as miserable as he lets on.

leaning forward even further, your hands meet with the carpet to support your shifting weight. now he's watching intently as your face approaches his, your eyes flicking down to his lips.

unbeknownst to you, sukuna's breath catches in his throat once he sees your gaze shift, though his mind struggles to catch up. it happens so fast that he hardly registers the quick peck you place on his lips (though maybe it's not the speed of the occurrence, so much as his shock).

"please?" you repeat.

he looks off to the side and stays silent, though his demeanor is indicative of some heated internal debate.

sukuna can't let you win, not that easily. you'd be under the impression that you actually have power over him! and for what? some measly kiss?

no, he simply will not allow that. "i already told you—"

grabbing him by the chin, you cut off his words with another kiss, but this time it lasts a few beats longer. your lips don't move against his, they just linger there in a way that that makes him question whether all of the oxygen has vanished from the room.

when you pull away, you're looking at him expectantly with the same pout still playing on your lips.

"fine!" he barks, grumbling something afterwards that sounds a lot like "evil little minx."

"human earthworm two is definitely still the best."

you're walking home with yuuji after a late night showing of the newest movie in the series.

"no way," you contend. "this one was even better."

he gawks at you. "in no world is the seventh film in an anthology the best! you're crazy—"

sukuna's mouth appears, always eager for a chance to undermine his vessel. "she's right, brat."

yuuji can't believe his ears. "what?! you haven't even seen it!"

"i don't know," you interject slyly. "i'm willing to look past that. it really seems like he knows what he's talking about."

"you mean the guy who's existence predates cinema?" yuuji asks, his eyebrows furrowing as a thought occurs to him. "what'd you do all day anyway? watch plays?"

"..among other things, yes." sukuna answers.

"if you look at it logically," you reason, "we probably wouldn't have movies without theater, so we should definitely consider him an expert in this case."

"oh please, baby. when the topic is ancient civilization or being a homicidal maniac, i'll be sure to solicit his opinion then."

"i resent that," sukuna declares, his conviction forcing a giggle from your lips.

"why?" you question. "was it the part where he called you old as shit, or the part where he called you a murderous lunatic?"

yuuji brings a hand to his mouth to stifle a snort, but you're freely laughing now.

sukuna scoffs indignantly and bites back a comment about how partial you seem to be toward said lunatic. "and to think i defended your opinion."

his response has you clutching at your sides and struggling to see through teary eyes.

but perhaps karma is real, because not a moment later you, you step off the curb in a way that sends a sharp sensation through your leg.

you gasp in pain and brace yourself for the impact of falling to the concrete, but it never comes. instead, you're left with fingers clamped tightly around your wrist and a strange sense of deja vu.

you turn your head just before the dark lines fade from yuuji's arm completely.

"tch, watch where you're going idiot," sukuna scolds, his mouth disappearing as soon as he finishes speaking.

"are you okay?" yuuji asks worriedly.

"absolutely," you claim, but when you try to put weight on your left foot, you let out a hiss.

yuuji's hands find your waist, hoping to keep you steady. before you know it, he's crouching in front of you with his back turned and beckoning you to wrap your arms around his neck.

once you do, he hooks his arms under your thighs and easily stands up. "this okay? you comfy?"

"yeah. i can't believe i just did that." you hide your face in the space where his neck meets his shoulder. "thanks, yu."

when you get home, yuuji sets you up on the couch with icepacks, heating pads, three different drinks, two different books, and the tv remote.

he still asks if you have everything you need several times, then kisses you sweetly before heading to bed.

around thirty minutes later, sukuna's leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed.

"hey," you greet. your eyes never leave the tv, as you're privy to the slight tension between the both of you.

he skips the evening's pleasantries. "i could heal it, you know."

you finally turn to face him. "really?"

"of course." he rolls his eyes. "some of us can actually use reverse cursed technique."

"and you've just let me hobble around the past hour anyway?"

he shrugs. "you pissed me off."

you blink at him a few times, rubbing at your temples. "well what about now?"

"i don't know," he begins, making his way over to you. he towers over where you're seated on the couch, so you have to crane your neck to look up at him. "just doesn't really seem like something a homicidal maniac would do, but maybe if he were to receive an apology..."

you cover your face with your hands and groan. "i didn't say that. this is really something you should take up with yuuji—"

"i don't make a habit of conversing with the brat, so if that's the way you're going to be..." he turns on his heel and starts for the bedroom, but you grab onto his sleeve just before he's out of reach.

"wait. please don't go."

just like that, your words have his resolve crumbling and any of his lingering irritation ebbs away. he urges himself to stay strong though, especially after the go fish debacle.

when he doesn't speak, you let out a breath.

"i'm sorry, sukuna." he can tell right away that you're being entirely sincere. "i would never purposefully hurt your feelings. i only meant to tease you, but i can see how i was being mean."

are those... are those tears swimming in your eyes? are you in that much pain, or did he just make you feel that badly? in any case, he endeavors to remedy it immediately.

moving around the couch until he's in front of you, sukuna kneels between your legs. he grabs your left foot gingerly, situating it on his thigh before hovering his hand over top of it.

he sighs. "i don't care if you tease me and you weren't being.. mean." the words sounds so juvenile to him.

you weren't necessarily wrong either, goes unsaid.

well, he'd like to consider himself a little more sophisticated than 'maniac' would imply, but that's beside the point.

"then why are you upset with me?"

his jaw flexes as he tries to find the right words. "i would prefer you do that when it's just.. us."

"oh." realization dawns on you, as does another heap of guilt. you know he despises being trapped in yuuji's body, and you completely failed to consider how ganging up on him might make him feel. "i'm... fuck. i'm really sorry, sukuna—"

"stop apologizing," he urges you in a low voice. it's partly because what he just said makes him feel pathetic, but more than that, it's because the look of self reproach you're wearing is akin to a thousand needles in his chest. "it's fine."

he can't believe you're sitting there with so much remorse over a man like him because you... what? wounded his pride?

he probably deserves it anyway.

why should you give a shit when he's done things a thousand times worse, a million different times?

oh, right. because you care about him.

you can't see the cursed energy at play, but you can tell it's working as your pain begins to dissipate.

once he's finished, he carefully moves your foot to the floor and looks up at you. it's not unlike the way a person might gaze at one of the wonders of the world, like they're lucky to be there in the first place.

with the intensity of his gaze, it feels like he can see right into your head— read your every thought and pick apart every emotion. has anyone ever looked at you like that before? you're having a hard time remembering. you're having a hard time thinking of anything at all, really.

so it goes without saying that you don't think about it when you lean forward and kiss him.

it's not at all like when you were trying to convince him to play cards. no, this isn't light hearted or frivolous.

and it's not like the other two kisses you've shared either. it isn't heated or desperate, nor does it leave you gasping for air.

it's tender. it's so fucking tender, in fact, that sukuna wonders whether he's going to crumble beneath your touch.

he grips the area just above your knees, as if needing something to tether himself to before he withers away completely.

his lips move with yours in a way that's slow and careful.

your hands are on either side of his face, ghosting over his skin as a testament to your hesitance— like you're not certain if this is something he would want.

he wonders how in the world you could ever second guess yourself.

when you pull back, you examine his face for a moment before a small, shy smile tugs at your lips and you murmur, "thanks 'kuna."

he just peers at you wordlessly and it makes you nervous, so you attempt to fill the silence. "it feels so much better. a-and i'm sorry again abo—"

his hand finds your the back of your neck, pulling your lips against his for a moment longer. "don't mention it, angel."

ever since you gave sukuna your copy of frankenstein, he's spent a decent portion of your nights together reading, his brows drawn together in concentration.

upon finishing, he stares at the page after reading the final line: "he was soon borne away by the waves and lost in darkness and distance."

he's deathly quiet and wearing some unreadable expression. his eyes seem far off.

you leave him be for a little while, as it's clear he's lost in thought, but eventually you grow a bit concerned. it's been nearly half an hour since he last moved.

"sukuna?"

he turns to you. "why did you think i would enjoy this particular book?"

you consider his question carefully, his mood evoking your own seriousness. "it's... elegant and tragic. i guess i appreciate the moral grayness of it. why do you ask?"

"no reason."

"did you enjoy it?"

"yes."

"why?"

he ignores your question. "frankenstein— do you like his character?"

you can't help but feel like you're answering some sort of riddle. "i think he's foolish and arrogant, but i guess i pity him to some degree."

"and the creature?"

"i'm much more sympathetic toward him. he's very... complex and certainly less culpable for the events of the novel than his creator."

you're surprised when he laughs. "of course you would think that way."

and with that, he's flipping through the pages of the novel. you move to sit next to him and once he finds what he's looking for near the middle, he begins reading:

"remember, thou hast made me more powerful than thyself; my height is superior to thine, my joints more supple. but i will not be tempted to set myself in opposition to thee. i am thy creature, and i will be even mild and docile to my natural lord and king if thou wilt also perform thy part, the which thou owest me. oh, frankenstein, be not equitable to every other and trample upon me alone, to whom thy justice, and even thy clemency and affection, is most due. remember that i am thy creature; i ought to be thy adam, but i am rather the fallen angel, whom thou drivest from joy for no misdeed. everywhere i see bliss, from which i alone am irrevocably excluded. i was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. make me happy, and i shall again be virtuous.”

his voice is strangely even, almost bordering on robotic. you're struck with the notion that he's attempting (with rare difficulty) to mask his emotions.

you regard him quizzically and wait for him to speak. the last thing you expect to hear tumbles from his lips.

"you know they called me the disgraced one?" you nod. "do you know why?"

"i know the story that sorcerers have passed down."

he hums. leaning back into the couch, he looks fixedly at the ceiling before continuing. "i was just a boy when i was orphaned and no one knew anything about my heritage, including me. jujutsu society took me in and raised me as a sorcerer."

"and you didn't care for it?"

"oh, quite the opposite. i reveled in it. my strength was unprecedented, that much was clear from the start. i surpassed my teachers with ease, and eventually, i took to training alone— reading primitive texts and honing skills that they couldn't teach me."

your hand finds his thigh, hoping to offer him some consolation before beckoning him to continue. "then what happened?"

"the men who had been my teachers, who had been the only.. family i'd ever known.. they scorned me. deemed me reckless and dangerous to jujutsu society. plotted my demise."

your voice is small when you ask, "were they right?"

he wants to hate the question— wants to hate you for asking it— but he knows that it's warranted.

"no. i admit i was forward thinking and a bit.. unorthodox, but i wasn't..."

"what they thought you were?" you offer gently.

he nods. "not until they made me that way— not until they abandoned me and backed me into a corner like some animal."

you struggle to find the right thing to say, if any such thing even exists. you're amazed that he's confiding in you, and while it makes your heart swell, you really don't want to fuck it up.

he looks back down at the book, his eyes scanning the paragraph before repeating, "i was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend."

he says it as if he's coming to terms with the circumstances of his life for the very first time.

"the creature was remorseful at the end of the novel," you recall somewhat bravely. "are you?"

sukuna thinks for a great deal of time before replying. you wait patiently for him.

"no," he answers decidedly.

looking over at you for the first time since he began his story, he's relieved to find your face is free of rebuke. instead, there's a warm willingness to understand him. a sadness because of the way he was alienated.

he's curious whether anyone would be able to read the sentiment on your face, or if he just knows you better than most.

is that a privilege he's worthy of? he doubts it.

"you didn't deserve what they did to you," you whisper, reaching up to rake your fingers through his hair, nails grazing his scalp before your palm rests against his cheekbone.

his head leans almost imperceptibly into your hand, and any regret or unease he may have felt at relaying his past to you disappears. watching a single tear slip down your cheek, he wipes it away with the pad of his thumb.

he means to say "don't cry. not for me," but the words die in his throat.

for once, your tears are for him rather than because of him and it's utterly riveting. the fact that someone like you would cry on his behalf seems to contradict every horrible thing he's ever been told about himself.

he could sit here and bask in the feeling forever— he's always known himself to be selfish after all. and you know it too, don't you?

his eyes flicker between each of yours, studying your face. "do you want to know why i don't regret the things i've done?"

you tilt your head to the side. "why?"

"because even if it's made me into a monster..."

for a moment, he contemplates not saying anything more. he considers forcing to himself to pull away from your touch, even if it's the only comfort he's been given his entire life. he might still be able to salvage whatever tiny, laughable pieces remain of his pride—

"all of my actions have led me to you."

your eyes soften before you're wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your body to his. he returns the gesture after a few seconds pass.

you know he's awful. you know he's cruel. you know that what he's been through doesn't excuse his actions. but still— you want so desperately to take away his pain. to make up for all the things in his past. to wipe the blood from his hands.

as you embrace such an incredibly complicated man (one who is infamous for unrivaled wickedness, yet has his face buried in your hair), you ponder the creature's plea: "make me happy, and i shall again be virtuous."

a/n 2: if you're still w me, thanks for reading!! i'm not sure how i feel abt this part, so feedback is both welcome and appreciated!! also, how do we like sukuna using angel?? in my head he picked it up from the "my good angel" line in jane eyre, so i hope it doesn't seem too unnatural. alsoooo, highly recommend frankenstein. it's one of my favorite books!! mary shelley popped off and literally created the entire genre of science fiction at 21! anyway, thanks for all the love yall, it means the world<3

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𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- the Bangtan Household share their chaotic lives through TikTok, and by chance, you are one of their fans.

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**This doesn't have to be read in order past 02. This is basically one-shots of BTS in a TikTok!Stars AU, but if you don't want to be confused, it's advised...

P.S. *This is a story set in an AU (Alternate Universe). Any traits or personalities represented here do not adequately represent BTS's actual identity. The characters depicted in this novel are a complete piece of fiction in and of themselves. Also, I don't "𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽" any of the BTS members together in real life; I just find it easier to make up stories about them because I recognize their faces and names.*

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: October 09, 2019 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃: August 05, 2023 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃:

[tangerineastronaut]

Can we get some fluff jongho takes care of reader on her period plsssss

soft 🐻 c.jongho

Let him take care of you. He insists.💕

Pairing: Jongho x Fem!Reader Genre: Fluff, Drabble, Texts + Written imagine Requested: Yes w.c. 780 Warnings: period cramps, reader is on her period, medicine (OTC pain meds) A/N: a jongho request? c'mere anon i'm gonna kiss you. I'm sorry this is short and sweet. I'd love more Jongho requests, I don't see enough content for our bear and I'd like to add to what we've got 😩 Anywho this hits home for me bc idk about y'all but my periods are HELL. I could definitely use a jongho 😭 This is my first time adding texts to a story, so I hope it's alright! Requests: Open (link below)

Requests | WIPs

Masterlists: BTS | ATEEZ | GOT7 | Stray Kids

You open one eye as someone knocks on your door, though quickly close it again as a swell of pain steals the air from your lungs. Your insides feel like mush, and everything below your belly button aches. 

You feel something soft on your face, and when you open your eyes again, you’re embarrassed and incredibly relieved at the same time to find Jongho running his knuckles down your cheek.

“Jongho?” you ask weakly. “What are you doing here?”

“I told you I was on my way, didn’t you see my last text?” he asks. You realize he’s crouched in front of the couch, where you collapsed an hour ago and haven’t moved since. You shake your head. 

“N-No, ‘m sorry.”

“It’s okay. What do you need?”

“A hysterectomy.”

“Funny. What else do you need? Have you taken anything?”

Jongho clicks his tongue as you shake your head. He leaves for a few moments, so you close your eyes again. But then you’re being urged to sit up, and your face crumples in pain. 

“Here,” he says, sliding onto the sofa beside you. You take the glass of water he’s holding, sipping it down as he drops something in the palm of your hand. Two tylenol; you take them, finishing off the water. 

“Why didn’t you take anything earlier?” he asks, lifting a hand to your cheek. His palm is warm and you lean into it. Your head hurts. Your face hurts. Your back, legs, stomach. All of you hurts. 

“I just kind of curled up to die,” you admit, looking up at him. “Didn’t wanna move.”

Jongho sighs and wraps an arm around you, pulling you into his firm chest. Your arms go around his neck as you bury yourself against him.

He’s soft and warm and smells so good; his cologne isn’t overwhelming, just a note of something that could only be described as “manly.” It's amazing how a person could make you feel safe with just a hug, but that was Jongho.

“What can I do for you, baby?” he asks, brushing hair away from your face. He presses a kiss to your temple, letting his lips rest there. You nuzzle your nose into his shoulder and inhale, making him chuckle.

“Nothing,” you mumble. “Just be here.”

You open your eyes, blinking and rubbing at them. You're a little groggy and confused, but feel something firm and warm behind you. You tilt your head back, and Jongho kisses you below your ear.

"Hi," he hums softly. You groan, feeling a little more human but mostly still mush.

His fingers twitch and your face flushes—his large hand covers the softness of your lower belly, thumb gently brushing your skin. You were holding his wrist, very obviously not wanting him to move even in your sleep.

“What time is it?” you ask. You finally release him and move your hand to your stomach, resting it over his—still hurts, though not nearly as bad as before. Could’ve been the medicine, but you suspected it had to do with a certain someone as well. 

You roll over so that you're facing him, squished together on your small couch. He doesn't seem to mind and wraps his arms securely around you, pulling you snug against his form.

“It’s close to 1 a.m., you haven’t been sleeping very long,” Jongho says, rubbing your arm. “How are you feeling? Need more medicine?”

You shake your head. 

“It’s better now,” you say with a shy smile. Jongho smiles back, so cutely that you have to lean forward and kiss him. You move your hands to either side of his face.

He sighs against your mouth and hugs you tight, pulling back just enough that your noses are still touching. 

“Wanna go to bed?” he asks, stealing another chaste kiss. He moves his hands down to your lower back, fingers firm yet gentle as he massages either side of your spine. You nearly melt with relief, moaning as you tuck yourself against him. 

“No. Don’t wanna move. Feels good,” you mumble. Jongho hums a laugh. You rest for a few seconds until he begins to sit up. You grab his hoodie for purchase until he stands, smoothly lifting you up bridal style and adjusting you in his arms. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and cling to him, pouting at the sudden disruption.

When you open your mouth to protest, he kisses you, using soft lips to steal whatever complaints you may have wanted to file.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to your cheek as he speaks. “Let's go to bed."

"Can you hold me?" you ask quietly. Jongho nods.

"Of course, baby. That's why I'm here."

[human-psyche]

SWEET AND SOUR.

characters: jungkook x reader

genre: cute, sweet, romance, reaction / short drabble

about: jungkook can't forget a certain girl he saw at his latest concert, y/n; he wants to meet her so badly. through a chance encounter, y/n doesn't just get to meet with him but also more.

一 Jungkook returned from a special vacation in terms of scenery and tranquility, he's been so exhausted from his work; but, keeping this one detail to himself, he desperately wants to see the girl who'd attracted his attention at his last concert again…

一 Y/n would cheer his name a lot at the stage. while optimistic and with enthusiasm for his carefree yet artistic genre of music, she'd always like to tell him that his songs are full of emotion and even the tone of his melodious, soothing voice fascinates her; there's something impressively friendly yet attractive about this, even if she only knows it from listening to songs and concerts.

一 she honestly can say that she loves his presence and feels at ease around him.

一 one day, just as Y/n's going to buy some clothes from a well-appointed shop in an elegant sense given that she needs a dress for a party, she notices a person with a mask on to cover his identity, who, without realizing, touches her hand with a light gesture as they both open the door of the clothing store containing stylish fashion creations at the same time;

一 the male withdraws his hand very politely without causing her any discomfort and offers Y/n an alluring eyesmile as apology, giving her priority to enter the store.

一 unconsciously, in an intriguing manner, during the time that they choose what they need, Jungkook and Y/n befriend each other, on their way to his car too, and he invites her to have a drink at the bar of the hotel where he recently stays at which Y/n accepts, finally fully getting to see it's actually him when he pulls his mask off as they sit and enjoy their drinks.

一 this is not the only surprise she gets, because Jungkook also kisses her and Y/n, who's looking into his eyes, thinks to herself how much she's entranced that he combines his earlier good manners with his daring way of showing that he likes her.