#bts taehyung enemies to lovers au

[taehoneys]

BAD GUY | EIGHT

+ Jungkook and you both have a secret that could end your relationship.

— Summary: A certain video circulates the school after your big mistake and you never do mistakes, but you did this time… a big one: J e o n J u n g k o o k

— Pairing: Jungkook x Reader ft. Taehyung

— Genre: Drama

— AU(s): College!AU Fratboy!AU 

— Warnings: Fingering, Oral, choking, all kinds of sex, okay? Oh, and sometimes it’s unprotected. Breeding kink (?)

— Chapter Word Count: 4K

— Chapter Note: I am updating this with one eye open, and burning up with a lack-of-sleep fever. I wasn't going to let you guys down anymore!!

PLAYLIST ♪ | MASTERLIST | ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE | SIX | SEVEN | EIGHT

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How many times have Jungkook and you crossed paths, unknown to you both?

Once?

On the first day of class, when you two were figuring out the campus layout. Both too busy looking down at your phones to apologize when you bumped shoulders.

Twice?

When you boarded the city bus after class and sat across from him. It was a 15-minute ride into the city. Jungkook entertained himself by watching you play with your loose-knit sweater holes.

Thrice?

At midnight, when the donut shop in the student atrium was the only thing open. Jungkook, Taehyung, Zelo, and Hoseok were crowding by the register, too busy laughing about who knows what. You and Juli brushed past, donuts and 5 lectures of statistics crammed into your mind.

Jungkook would argue that you didn't go completely unnoticed that time. And every time after that, you had his full attention. From when you slipped into his lab to make up for the one you missed in yours, scouted the fraternities, to when you sat in his economics class.

He didn't plan for banter between you two, but it made each boring class fly by. There was only one time he was seriously annoyed. The infamous time he threw the invitation your way. In truth, he had failed his calculus exam a class before (everyone actually failed), and he was too stressed to pay attention during the lecture.

You implied that his sex was all he had to offer. As if that's all he was capable of? He, after all, attends on a scholarship. A scholarship he earned for achieving a 4.0 GPA and being STEM club president in high school. The only thing that made the corner of his mouth lift a little was that you obviously thought a lot about how much sex he was having. Did it bother you?

It had to a little, right? That's why you stepped foot into the frat house with his invitation in hand. Because you were curious. You were trying to get something on him again (except he had no idea how serious you were about this). So he made sure he kept an eye on you. Though things got harder -literally- when alcohol was in his system.

Your taunts left his head spinning. The way your breath hitched before 'Daddy', the smile clear in your voice. It left him with no choice but to push off the couch to find you. Determined, he pushed through the crowd, ignoring the hands that reached out to him.

It was at the bottom of the stairs where he found you. With your hand on the handrail, you raised your eyebrow. Your eyes said you were bored, yet a small smile on your mouth said you were waiting for him. He narrowed his eyes on you, as if saying there was nowhere for you to run. Because you could either go down the stairs into him or up to his bedroom.

Before a word slipped past his lips, you slowly climbed up. Your hands dropped to the bottom of your dress, lifting a little with every step of the floating staircase.

Heat flashed through his body as he viewed your hand slip between your thighs, pushing your panties aside to reveal a glistening center. His mind raced with the possibilities of what you were thinking about.

You giggled, closing your legs and resting against the wall at the top. Jungkook took the opportunity to hurry up the stairs. And when he stumbled to the top, he turned you into the hallway, squeezing your waist harder than he meant to.

As your back bumped into the wall behind you, a dangerous glimmer came across your eyes. Jungkook dropped his gaze from your lips down to where your dress rode up more.

God, your thighs. They looked soft, and he'd do anything to knead them in his hands. Or better, have them squeeze around him as he eats you out. Jungkook's eyes fell back over your face, and he watched the way you press your tongue against your teeth. Busted.

"I have a confession," he told you. "I have thought about choking you."

You trained your eyes on him. Slowly, his hand traveled to brush your hair away before he wrapped it around your neck, carefully pressing his thumb on the side of your throat.

You gave him the middle finger, biting down on your lip.

He chuckled, holding up his own. Except, he made you follow it as he brought it between your legs. Lightly, his middle finger trailed in your folds, the silkiness of your panties making him hard.

Your chin instinctually tilted and when he did it again, he was welcomed with dampness.

"Careful," you moaned with purpose. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you'd want to fuck me."

"Enough" he whispered, the alcohol on his breath fanning your face. He stumbled closer, but in a way that was hiding you from the people coming to and from the hallway. You two were visible but not visible enough in the dimly lit and smoke filled corridor.

When you looked back at him, it was with feigned innocence. An expression reading I don't know what you're talking about.

"Enough with the act," he clarified. He was fed up with you acting like you were such a good girl when he was sure you were the opposite.

Your fingers danced up his chest, feathering his neck before your hands interlaced behind it.

"Okay," you said in a small voice, tilting your head.

Your approval shocked Jungkook, making him scrunch his eyebrows.

"I'll drop more than my act... " your eyes looked down to his full lips for a moment. "If you get on your knees and worship me."

You hold his burning gaze. The tension growing so thick that Jungkook caved in that moment. He dropped quickly to the ground, and you straightened up like you didn't expect him too.

In truth, it was like Jungkook was waving for your permission. Before you took what you said back, he threw your leg over his shoulder and lifted his head to cup over your mound.

The hitch in your gasp told him you lost all the air in your lungs, making him smile.

"If I didn't know any better..." he muffled against your panties, "I'd say you want to fuck me too."

And not waiting another second more, he swept your panties to the side and ate you out in the hallway of the frat house. He lapped with his tongue eagerly, breathing in harshly through his nose, your aroma making him hungry for more.

You unraveled, shamefully. Although you squeaked protests, you yanked his hair and sunk his head closer. Riding the waves of pleasure, you felt your face heat up, your hair over it not helping.

Jungkook looked up at you with doe eyes, mouth glistening and fingers softening your side. He knew he had you when you drop into his arms. Catching you, he lifted you up where you could envelope your legs around him.

Bringing you into his room, he kicked the door closed. And placing you onto his bed, he continued where he left off. Kissing, sucking, rolling, lapping, rubbing, he did it all with a euphoric chuckle in between. Your moans edged him, increasing from quiet to airy to whiny.

He could listen to them all day.

Giving his mouth a break, he lifted away and let his fingers achieve your climax. When you arched up, his palm roamed down your side.

"Fuck, ___. Did you forget how a good girl's supposed to act?"

He was right, you had forgotten. Your task almost slipping out of your mind.

What he didn't know was when he reached over to play music, you had pulled out your phone from your bra to press record before sliding it under the pillow. And before he noticed, you brought him into the bed to lie down so you could climb on top.

And that video was never supposed to be put out.

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When was the last time you had a good night's sleep? We're talking pulse undetectable kind of sleep. Sleep that you wake up feeling as if you've been pulled from the depths of the earth. This sleep was so concerning you were debating whether you needed to be checked for sleep apnea.

It took a lot of effort to open your eyelids, one fluttering after the other as you get used to your muscles again. When your vision clears, the confusion brews.

You question if you ever left Taehyung's room. Then, the room becomes crystal clear, making all the memories hit you at once. The bonfire, Jungkook and Nina, the fight, the kiss, the shower. You almost orgasm for the fifth time --- not really, but it was overwhelming to experience a night's long event in a flash.

Soft humming turns your attention to find Jungkook at his desk. He looks softer today as his oversized cream shirt swallows him. His hand glides across his notebook as he jots down notes from his laptop, his other hand drumming on the surface of the desk. The sun is shining on him, and the way his hair gleams it's chocolate hues makes you want to run your fingers through it again. But what entertains you the most is the golden round frames on his face. Oh, his face. The bruise had gotten worse. You suck in your breath, remembering how fast Taehyung threw his fist across Jungkook's face last night. 

You must've been staring for so long because he picks up his head and glances over. With a double-take, he processes that you're awake.

You wish you were a graceful waker-upper with flowing hair and a radiant face. Instead, you squint as you sit up, and attempt to fix your (his) shirt that's twisted around your body.

"You're a morning person," you mumble.

Jungkook snorts, twisting his pen between his fingers. "Morning? It's already 3." Amused, you watch how he spins it. A smile tugs on your face, recalling how he did that in class. Then his words sink in.

3 p.m.?! Oh, hell. Juli has probably already sent out a search party. It wouldn't have gotten far knowing Yoongi would calm her down, but at the expense of spilling the beans. And that's if videos of you didn't spread. Not to mention, when you walk out of this room, you'd have to face Taehyung.

Fuck, this was worse than a hangover.

Your pulled from your thoughts hearing Jungkook climb onto the bed, you look at him raising an eyebrow. When he gets close enough, you frown, which stretches his smile. As he hovers over your lips, your annoyance melts away. 

"Fucking love that," he murmurs.

"Hm?" you open your eyes.

He scrunches his face cutely, "How you act so tough, until..." He pauses, and you give a wobble of your head to say 'go on'. He takes your lips quicker than you realize.

You stare at him until you turn away to crack a smile. You hate that he's right. Are you that weak for him?

He smirks, pointing his eyebrows at you because yes, yes you were. In response, you take his glasses from his face.

Jungkook lunges at you, kissing you harder. His smile matches yours as you catch up to his excited kisses. Was he waiting for you to wake up this whole time to do that? Your morning kiss turns from fun and cute to serious when he nips your top lip. There's a brief hitch before your lips are tingling, your teeth accidentally clashing, and your losing air, unable to catch it when he keeps diving for more.

"J-Jung-"

Your phone rings loudly, causing you both to untangle. To your surprise, you find it charging on his nightstand. 

Jungkook pants and adjusts himself at his waistband. "Sora found it. It's been going off all morning."

You close your eyes before taking it from the charger. "Juli... she's going to kill me."

Unknown to Jungkook, you were talking more about the relationship than not answering her calls. But you'll have at least the entire drive home to figure out how to explain it to her.

Jungkook lays back against his headboard, holding his hands together, looking over your shoulder. "Nah, she knows you're fine. I texted her."

You freeze. "Texted?"

He looks at you proudly. "That you were safe and sound with your boyfriend."

Your heart skips a beat. 

"And...?" Your voice catches in your throat.

"Wanna find out?" Jungkook unclasps his hands and tugs the phone out of your hand, happily.

"Wait, from my phone? How did you even unlock-"

He holds it in front of your face with a cheesy grin and you watch it unlock. Your almost too stunned by his cleverness.

He's caught up in reading her text that he forgets to read it out loud. You lean in to face her mass texts.

You (Jungkook): I'm fine~~ With my new boyfriend💋 Juli: Bitch wtf?! ! ! Juli: Serious orrr Juli: Hello???? Juli: It's been 2 hours, slut!! You better be having the best sex of your life Juli: Oh, so you can text Yoongi you're okay, but not ME Juli: You have 1 hour😤

"She wasn't wrong," Jungkook rolls out of his mouth and you supress a smile.

"Well-" 

"I don't want to hear it." Jungkook sets the phone aside and hovers over you. You give in and fall back, staring up into his doe eyes. Even though his face is bruised, it's still one of the most attractive faces you know. 

You inhale slowly, feeling the warmth bubbling in your chest. Today, was the first day of your relationship with Jungkook. It made you nervous. What would your days with the once campus playboy be like? How would everyone react? You two were in opposing fraternities, making it so unexpected. Then, there's the girls that would be jealous and who'd wonder why he chose you out of all of them.

Even you know your worth, and couldn't help but wonder what drew Jungkook toward you. If you told him a month ago, he'd go as far as fighting his best friend over you, he'd tell you to go to hell.

Jungkook bends closer, and you feel his soft lips against your neck. 

"Tonight's Meet the Greeks."  You whisper out.

He hums to confirm, the vibrations making you close your eyes. 

"We only have a couple of hours..."

"Perfect." He opens his mouth and kisses where he's at.  

You entangle your fingers in his hair. Not what you meant. 

"Don't you need to set up your presentation?" You try to control your voice, but he's making it hard. 

"It's on my laptop. I saved us some time by having disabled the password so I can just-"

He lifts his hand and mimics opening the laptop quickly, all the while his lips remain working on your neck.

You roll your eyes. That's so him.

You still had a lot to do, like go over your speech, pick-up the flyers, and get ready. But your mind gets hazy with how Jungkook's worked his way up to your ear, gently blowing in it. And the next thing you know, you're going back under the covers.

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You turned down Jungkook's offer to walk you to your car. He still had to get ready and you knew all the possibilities of what that trip to your car could turn into. You were enough trouble, you didn't want to add late to a fraternity meeting on the list.

As you walk down the hall, you look up when you hear a door close.  

Who else could be stepping out of the bathroom other than Kim Taehyung? Walking out of Jungkook's room, you knew you had a lot of people to face. He wasn't the first one on the list you wanted to encounter. 

He looks up, hair dripping droplets down. As he put the necklace back around his neck, his muscles flexed under his tight tank, his sweatpants hanging low as he must've quickly thrusted them on after his shower. You suck in air between your teeth because you lost all bragging rights of him.

Taehyung blinks, his eyes flickering anger? Sadness? Resent? Disappointment? Everything all at once?

He lowers his lids as he drops his hands, necklace hanging where it should. "Congratulations."

There was a chance he was being genuine. Yet, you couldn't help make the situation so awkward that the tension physically hurt. "Taehyung," you breathe out shaky, "I'm-"

He shakes his head. Leaning forward with a lopsided smile, he winks. "I said 'congratulations'."

Nodding your head, you lock your lips tight.

He brushes past you, but calls your name when he's a little further away. 

You face him, cheeks flushed.

"Whenever you need me... you can come to me."

He lifts two fingers but instead of holding it by his eye as usual, he holds it over his mouth. He spreads his tongue out between his fingers. Your lips part in shock. 

"I don't even have to be there." Backing away, he holds out his arms in a shrug.

While holding your breath, you watch him chuckle before walking back to his room.

Kim fucking Taehyung.

- - - - - - - - - - -

It had been 2 hours since you left, and Jungkook's high wasn't wearing off. Despite the bruise on his nose extending out to under his left eye, he grinned. He didn't win the fight, yet he felt victorious. He was curious about what rumors people were circulating about that night. People had to be smart enough to speculate it was about a girl. What would their reaction be like when they find out it was over you? And that you chose Jungkook? He throws his head back, elated that you're going around calling him yours. 

After tonight's meeting, he plans on stopping by your place, surprising you with hot food from Yum's food truck, and putting on whatever was new this week. The fall weather was perfect for horror movie so maybe he'll suggest that. And then tomorrow, the two of you could drag yourselves out of bed to study in the library. You'll hate him for it, but all will be forgiven when he gets you your favorite drink from the coffee shop by the entrance. 

Monday, you'll plot how to give Dr. Lim a heart attack, and that might be as easy as walking in holding hands or him stealing kisses in the middle of lecture. Tuesday, he'll leave his frat meeting to go bother yours. Wednesday, he'll crash at your place and woo your roommates with chicken and soju. Thursday, he'll steal you after class and take you downtown until late at night when string lights illuminate the block and music plays loudly on the speakers.

Friday, you'll go to the city's pier and he'll show off on the zipline before taking you on the ferris wheel a thousand times. Saturday, he'll follow you around as you do your errands, even if it was simply doing your laundry for the week, sneaking in butt pinches when he can. Sunday, he'll bring you home and while you grocery shop for the week, he'll introduce you to his neighborhood grandmas (who dote on him), so they can have something new to brag about.

And the next week, you'll do it all over again.

As he walked into the meeting room, his grin set off a round of curious and knowing ooooohs. He bears his teeth and widens his eyes, overwhelmed with how questions are thrown his way. With a wave of his hands he dismisses the comments about Taehyung being thrown out of the fraternity. 

He sets his laptop at the podium and unclenches his jaw. "Nope. I'm not kicking him out of the frat."

Namjoon leans forward and raises his eyebrow, arms crossed across his chest. It's his way of asking Jungkook if he's okay. He nods his way, reassuring him.

"We had a misunderstanding."

Jimin mutters the word in disbelief. "A misunderstanding would be like the time you drank his drink and he told you he had mono, not 'want more?' A misunderstanding is not trying to concave each other's bones."

Namjoon raises his arm to block Jimin's view of Jungkook, trying to get him to calm down. 

Jungkook has to hold onto the podium with both hands. He gulps, "Well, I'm not kicking him out, but it's his choice if he's staying."

Another member speaks up, "Without Taehyung, we don't have a treasurer. We might actually have to cut back. He paid for everything!"

Jungkook tenses up, feeling the stress weigh him down. Taehyung did a lot as treasurer, even paying any difference in what they couldn't fundraise. If they lose him, it could be the fall of the fraternity if they didn't pull their shit together. Jungkook hated that. He hated relying on Taehyung for money. 

He continues, "We might have to actually fundraise-"

"Not leaving the frat,"  a low voice interrupts from behind them. The one who speaks up looks like his face dried and shriveled upon hearing Taehyung. 

Taehyung walks and pulls out the chair with his foot before plopping himself down. "So you can keep being my sugar baby."

"Sorry," he squeaks.

Jungkook and Taehyung lock eyes. Taehyung stares back with empty ones. After a few pauses, his left hand comes up to bring his vape to his mouth. Jungkook flickers his eyes away, quickly recomposing himself. 

"Alright, then. Let's just get tonight over with. You all know what you need to do... tables, chairs, banner, catering, music... I still have to finish the presentation."

The volume increases as the meeting ends, everyone suddenly acting responsible to prepare for tonight.

Jungkook can't help but feel awkward with Taehyung in the room. The two couldn't just brush off the asshole things they said. Jungkook knows he should be the first one to apologize since he threw the first punch, but he couldn't move his two feet. Taehyung was going to leave soon to set up his DJ equipment, so maybe the apology could wait?

Except, Taehyung wasn't leaving. He kept sitting there at the table, vaping, checking his nails, or whistling. At some point, when Jungkook looked up, Taehyung flinched under his stare as if Jungkook's gaze hurt the bruises on his face. Dramatically, he touches them and looks back at his hand in mock terror. Jungkook scoffs, almost pointing to his own nose that he should x-ray.

With a deep sigh, Jungkook mutters an apology.

Taehyung sticks a finger in his ear, looking around the room like he didn't hear him. He yawns, smacking his lips at the end. Looking at Jungkook he raises his eyebrows. Hmm? 

Jungkook shakes his head, tapping the side of his laptop. "I'm sorry."

"So you'll hand her over?" Taehyung doesn't miss a beat.

Before he can frown, Taehyung jumps up from his chair. "Kidding."

"For the record, I'm not sorry for what I said." 

"Good. 'Cause neither am I." Taehyung shrugs.

Jungkook nods, feeling a little bit better. "Now go make sure the microphone and speakers are set up."

"Yes, president." With a salute, Taehyung turns and grabs his jacket off one of the hooks on the wall. The jacket only sees the light of day during events like this since he doesn't regularly wear it.

Jungkook looks back at his laptop, the screensaver running. A video thumbnail appears and he narrows his eyes, recognizing that the video was taken yesterday based on his outfit. He looks around the room to make sure that no one is left. As he presses play, drunken memories slowly return. His eyes widen and he quickly disconnects the HDMI cord from the projector.

"Jungkook!" Someone calls for him from outside the room.

He clears his throat and walks over to help lift the marquee light up letters on the cart.

That video on his laptop was another one that was never supposed to go out. Maybe if Jungkook hadn't left his laptop unattended...

it wouldn't have. 

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[thedoctorsthings]

Power to the King teaser

summary: in the capital city of a small Nordic kingdom in the 10th century the king is slowly descending into madness. His wife recently died and he remarries. His sons Yoongi and Jungkook desperately try to keep his destructive tendencies in control while dealing with their own destructive romances.

featuring: crown prince Yoongi, second born prince Jungkook, royal guards Hoseok and Namjoon, druids Taehyung and Seokjin and farmer boy Jimin.

this series will be 7 parts divided into chapters. One part for each member. We'll follow them into their journey of meeting the love of their lives in a 10th century viking settlement. beneath you'll find the trope of each story

Jungkook: Prince x chambermaid (forbidden romance)

Taehyung: Druid x forest nymph (friends to lovers)

Jimin: farmer boy x princess (forbidden romance)

Namjoon: royal guard x barmaid (no idea what trope this is except for king being a destructive dick)

Hoseok: royals guard x druid's apprentice (promised to another)

Yoongi: Crown prince x noble girl (forced marriage/enemies to lovers)

Seokjin: Druid x king's wife (forbidden love, my personal favourite)

disclaimers: angst, smut but only implied never explicitly described, historical inaccuracies (i'm not an expert and i don't have time to do excessive research), lot's of dramatic typical period drama stuff, people getting wounded, war, yearning etc

coming somewhere in february probably cuz i got exams now

[pascaloverx]

Invisible Bonds: The Power of Destiny

Author's Note: This fanfic contains possible strong language and explores themes of unconventional love. The relationship between the protagonists will be handled with sensitivity, without explicit scenes.

preview chapter two

*pictures credits are not mine, credits belong to their owners

Chapter One

You woke up feeling discouraged, but with a hopeful feeling that things would get better. How could you not feel hopeful when the love of your life is about to marry an incredible woman?

"Darling, Taehyung called to let you know he'll be waiting for you at the beauty salon. He said you'd know which one. He also wanted to remind you that he remembered to pick up the tuxedo and the shoes. He asked you to call his friend about the wedding rings." Your mother shouted from downstairs, and you felt the urge to never leave your bed again. How could you be a bridesmaid in a wedding you theoretically should prevent? But then again, who are you to go against the dictates of destiny?

Your mother came to visit you this weekend because Taehyung considers her a second mother, and she's thrilled to see her heart's son getting married. She has already given up of the ideia of you getting married.

You shout back that you're already getting ready to meet the groom. Damn, you had forgotten to call Taehyung's childhood friend, Jungkook. You haven't met him in person, but you've heard the guys talk a lot about him. And by guys, you mean the college friends you met through Taehyung: Jin, Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jimin. The lilac dress that the bride has chosen for all the bridesmaids is so delicate that you feel like you shouldn't even take it out of the closet. You quickly slip into it and fix your hair within minutes. Why take your time when you're not the bride, right?

Finishing getting ready, you search for Jungkook's number on your phone. You wonder why you volunteered to help with this wedding and why, out of everyone, you ended up with the task of calling this guy. The phone rings and rings, but no one answers. When I call again, he finally picks up. His voice is hoarse; it feels like I just woke him up. Oops...

"There better be a good reason for calling me this early in the morning then..." He says in an almost rude tone. You wonder if there's a way to slap someone through the phone. Perhaps in the future, there will be.

"Good morning, Jungkook. I hate to break it to you, but as an adult, you should've been up hours ago. My name is (Y/N), and I'd like to know if the wedding rings and their bearer will be here on time for the wedding." You reply, trying to be as patient as possible, but honestly, you're furious. Always having to deal with other people's issues.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have a beautiful voice? Ever thought about becoming a singer or a voice actor?" He says while you can hear noises in the background, a woman murmuring something. He's too busy getting romantically involved with someone to remember to be a good friend, how wonderful.

"Instead of trying to flatter me, make sure you're here at the agreed time and with the rings. If you want to invite your company to come along, feel free. But know that if you mess something up today, I'll be your particular nightmare." You say as sternly as possible. You even slow down your speech in the last part to appear more intimidating.

"If this is your way of asking if I'll be accompanied today, the answer is no. As for the rest, I'll do exactly as you asked, if you promise to reward me at the end of the night." He says, trying to be seductive. You prefer to pretend you didn't hear that proposition.

"I'm sorry to burst your fantasies, but I don't plan on getting involved with anyone. You can pretend that I'm saving myself for my other half." You reply firmly, putting an end to any further advances.

"Believing in soulmates is for fools. I bet I can convince you otherwise at the wedding." You don't even know the guy, but you're already envious of his arrogance.

"Listen, I have things to do and can't waste time. I expect to see you in a few hours, appropriately dressed and with wedding rings in your pocket." You say firmly, ending the conversation and hanging up the phone.

You descend the stairs, seeing the table full of food that your mother is packing for you to freeze and eat during the week. You thank her and let her know you won't be able to have breakfast together. She says she doesn't want to inconvenience you, knowing that Taehyung needs you. You nod in agreement and give your mother a goodbye kiss. A few minutes later, you're finishing up the last details at the reception hall. Of course, you had already organized things at the church. Everything is going as planned. You arrive at the beauty salon where the bride and groom are getting their skin and hair done.

"I was starting to miss you. You look breathtaking." Taehyung says as he gets up from the chair where he was finishing his makeup. He looks so radiant, as if his smile could light up the world. It heals me even as it hurts. He isn't my soulmate; God knows he never thought of me romantically, but I simply love him.

"Look who's talking. Haewon is going to feel incredibly lucky when she sees you walking down the aisle like this. Although, she looks stunning. I sneakily peeked because I thought you'd want to know." You say as you adjust Taehyung's tie.

"I'm so nervous. It's worse than that time we were at a concert, and I got called up on stage to sing. I don't know how I'm going to walk down the aisle and wait for my future wife patiently." He says as you lock at each other. It's not romantic, but it's a moment of tenderness. After all, he is my best friend, and he's getting married.

""Taehyung, today you embark on a new chapter of your life, and I have no doubt that your love story with Haewon will be as magical as the bond that you guys already share. No nervousness in the world will ruin your moment." You say, trying to be as positive as possible.

"You always know what to say. I love you, you know that?" He says, hugging you.

"I love you too, now come on. We have a beautiful wedding waiting for you, and it's not nice to keep the bride waiting." You say as you send a message to the driver, letting them know Taehyung is ready to go. According to the schedule, Haewon will be making her grand entrance in about ten minutes.

The journey from the salon to the church takes about five minutes. Up until now, everything has been going perfectly. Right now, Taehyung is surrounded by friends and is nervous. Not because of the bride, but because Jungkook hasn't arrived yet. That idiot.

You knew you shouldn't have trusted him to get the rings. You can't believe he's going to mess everything up in the end. And just as you lose patience completely, Jungkook walks into the church. At least, you think he's Jungkook. I must admit he looks elegant, almost like he stepped out of a movie. He arrives with a smile, as if he's the main attraction.

And suddenly, you feel it—a suffocating sensation as if the air has been sucked out of the world. A pain in your chest so immense that it makes you stumble, clinging onto Taehyung for support. Then you notice Jungkook doesn't seem well either. Damn, this can only mean one thing. As your body collapses to the ground and your consciousness fades, amidst people shouting and lifting me to call for medical help, you feel something inside you that only soulmates feel for each other. You can't believe that out of all the people in the world, your other half is Jeon Jungkook.

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Fickle Flame | Rules of Engagement

↳  OT7 x FemOC | OT7 x OT7 ⤜ Enemies/Lovers ⤜ Rating: MA 🔞 ⤜ WC: 8,520 ⚠️ Shameless smut, like 80% of this is just pure sex. Alpha roleplay with a pseudo knot/modified cock ring, mm anal, dick sucking, fingering, lots of orgasms and cum play, maybe even a peek at a breeding kink, a mild allusion to subspace.

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It’s cold.

Painfully cold.

That’s all that registers to Shayne. That and that infernal clicking again. It just won’t stop. Click. Click. Click. Like a fly buzzing in her ear, she wants nothing more than to swat it away but for some reason, her arms won’t work. Maybe if she could see it, it would help her be able to smack it away. Only, just like her arms, her eyes won’t obey her internal request for them to do what she wants.

Fear.

It settles in her belly, so thick she can taste it in the back of her throat. Her body isn’t responding. She wonders if this is what it’s like to be dead. They finally did it. They finally succeeded in killing her. A flicker of awareness twinges in her subconscious, the feeling wholly wrong.

No.

They didn’t do this. He did.

Memories slam back into place and the stark reality of Nichols with his hands around her throat blazes through her on a soul-deep level. Her eyes finally flash open and that fire races down her throat as she tries to suck in a breath.

“So sweet,” a rough, guttural voice snarls. Fire blooms through her again. It’s at that moment she realizes it’s not the memories that have her burning, it’s the teeth shredding through the flesh of her neck like it’s wet tissue paper.

Shayne tries to cry out but the only thing that emits from her is a wet gurgling mewl. Nichols' heavy body pins her to Seokjin’s bed. She can feel a sticky, warm wetness soaking into the blankets and mattress beneath her. Blood. Her blood; too much of it.

With feeble, half-numb fingers, Shayne tries to swat at Nicholas. The best she can do is get a hand around one of his forearms and squeeze. “P-plea—, “she tries again, but the word is choked with coppery liquid that bubbles up into her throat.

Her vision becomes fuzzy around the edges, unconsciousness seeping back in. It’s a slow slide into the darkness. Everything feels so heavy. The clicking has thankfully stopped with Nichols fully focused on the reopened wound in her neck. He laps and slurps at it with a sick glee, murmuring incoherent words of praise and delight.

“It’s a wonder they haven’t done this themselves,” he whispers, dragging his sharp teeth over the wound and making it froth with new blood. “I may have gotten a bit carried away with my licking, my saliva has nearly closed Jimin’s bite back up. We can’t have that, now can we?”

Over the ringing in her ears, Shayne faintly hears a vicious howl echo down the hall from the other side of the door. There is a loud crash from behind Nichols who grunts in alarm before being bodily snatched off of her. Shayne tries to blink her eyes clear to see what’s going on. The only thing she’s able to make out is an awful cracking sound, like a rock being snapped in half, and then a giant shadow looms over the bed.

It takes a moment but she realizes it’s not a shadow, but a large pitch-black wolf with piercing, moss-colored eyes. There is black blood and saliva coating its snout and jaws. A few wet drops mist her face as the wolf huffs a hot gush of air in her direction. The wolf snuffs its large, wet nose against her shoulder and gives a low-pitched whine.

The large shape coalesces, shrinking down and fading in color until a disheveled Taehyung is kneeling over her. A small sob shakes her body, more blood gurgling up into her mouth turning it into a choked, wet rattle.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Taehyung curses, clamping a hand onto Shayne’s neck. “I’ve never done this before,” he growls in frustration. “Let me just—,” he works his tongue around inside his mouth before leaning down and replacing his hand with it. A shudder runs through his body and his muscles tense. His tongue presses along the bite that’s been made even more jagged by Nichols. With slow and restrained motions, Taehyung works his saliva into the wound and sighs when he feels the flesh start to knit back together.

“Taehyung!” Namjoon calls, stumbling into the room. “What the fuck?” he exclaims softly, taking in the scene before him.

Satisfied with the wounds healing, Taehyung finally leans back and rubs the back of his hand over his mouth, wiping away the tantalizing and tempting taste of Shayne’s blood that was mixed with the black blood that was already staining his chin. “Nichols,” he huffs. “He reopened Jimin’s bite. I wasn’t— I wasn’t sure if it would work…saliva. But, it seems to be okay, the were-venom must be out of her system, allowing it to heal from the enzymes.”

Shayne’s eyelids flutter as she tries to focus on the man leaning over her; her savior. “Th-thank you,” she rasps, finally able to form words without the accompanying metallic tang of blood surging up with them.

Taehyung scoffs, shoving away from Shayne and lumbering to his feet. “Don’t thank me, sweetheart. I didn’t do that for you.”

Something slithers around Shayne’s heart, latching on with cold fingers. It might be disappointment, but it’s hard to decipher with so many other emotions and feelings surging through her.

“We should give her an injection of Flux,” Namjoon comments from where he stands next to Taehyung. His calculating eyes flicker over the mess of Seokjin’s bed for a moment before he turns and gestures to the floor. “Robinson is already aware of the insurgence, the compound is on lockdown until further notice. Yoongi has three in the holding cells, we’ll figure out what to do with them in the morning.”

“I’ll go get the Flux. Are you going to stay here or should I call one of the others?” Taehyung asks as he steps over to one of Seokjin’s cabinets and riffles through the contents until he pulls out a pair of pants to slip over his naked form.

Namjoon stands there in silence, his eyes locked back on Shayne’s prone form. “I’ll stay,” he finally says. He moves to perch on the edge of the bed, making sure to avoid the large, wet pool of blood soaking it. Shayne stares into Namjoon’s eyes, watching the flare of emotions she can’t pinpoint before they go blank. “Just a small dose,” Namjoon adds when Taehyung has opened the door and taken a half-step into the hall.

“Noted.” Taehyung nods. “I’ll send Seokjin this way so he can get his bed sorted. Um, what about the body?”

“Have Hoseok come and collect it. We’ll burn it.”

“On it.” The door clicks closed behind Taehyung, the sound making Shayne flinch.

“Does that sound bother you?” Namjoon asks softly.

Shayne’s tongue feels thick as she pokes it out to swipe it over her dry lips. There is an acrid tang coating her lips that makes her stomach heave. “The clicking,” she whispers. “I heard clicking.”

Namjoon hums, leaning down and grabbing something off the floor. He holds up a small metallic rectangle-shaped object so Shayne can see. “He used it to set a fire in the dining hall.” He flicks his thumb over the top of the object and it opens, a single flicker of flame dances in the suspended space between the separated parts before he flicks his thumb again, and the top drops back down, smothering the fire. “A lighter.”

“Stolen flame,” she mutters in response.

That makes Namjoon quirk an eyebrow but he doesn’t press for an explanation. She’s clearly barely holding onto consciousness and has lost far too much blood in the last few days.

“You just can’t catch a break, can you?” Namjoon coos softly, brushing a few blood-matted strands of hair from Shayne’s face. “I’m sorry you’re having to endure all of these things. It’s never been like this with a ticket before. We’re usually not so careless. I promised you, in the beginning, you could be happy here and I don’t think I’ve been doing a very good job of upholding that promise.”

He’s about to open his mouth and continue when the door opens again and admits Seokjin, followed closely by a frazzled Jungkook. 

“Ah, fuck, what a mess,” Seokjin curses. “Jungkook, grab a cloth from the bathroom, please.”

Jungkook disappears into Seokjin’s bathroom. A moment later he comes back out and around to the other side of the bed, opposite Namjoon, and kneels beside Shayne. “Hey there, sweet cheeks,” he murmurs, gently tilting her head to the side to get a better look at the wound. “Let’s get you cleaned up a little.”

“I sent Taehyung for a dose of Flux,” Namjoon informs them.

Seokjin jerks up straight from his assessment of Nichols’ body. “Is that wise, after what happened the last time we used it?”

Namjoon sighs. “It’s that or we wait who knows how many days or weeks until she can fully recover on her own.”

Shayne hates how they talk about her as if she’s not right here. They talk about her like she’s just an object. Which, she supposes, is partly true in their eyes.

“I’ll stay with her,” Jungkook volunteers.

“Of course you would say that,” Seokjin sasses. “She’s rightfully mine for the night. I suppose we can’t really stay here, though. Not with my bed out of commission like this,” he groans, flicking an annoyed hand at the blood-soaked bed. “Once she’s been dosed, you can take her to your room, Jungkook. I’ll be right behind you after I get the bed tossed.”

“If anyone deserves her for the night, it’s me,” Taehyung says from the doorway. “I did save her, after all.” He ambles in, one hand holding a small syringe and the other a tiny glass vial filled with bright blue liquid.

Seokjin peers down at Shayne, his brow furrowed. “Very well, Taehyung. You can join us in Jungkook’s room, as long as that’s okay with Shayne.”

That catches her off guard. She wasn’t expecting the decision to be delegated to her. It’s not like they’ve ever given much thought or consideration to her wants or desires before. All four of them look at her expectantly.

“O-ok,” she manages to wheeze out.

Jungkook tuts softly. “Don’t make her talk, not until she’s had the Flux. Come on, Taehyung, the sooner we get it in her the better.”

“This might sting a little at first, but I promise it’ll make everything better soon.” Taehyung settles on the bed beside Jungkook and takes up Shayne’s arm. There is a fiery prick in the crook of her elbow that makes her stiffen up and suck in a stilted breath but it only lasts a moment. A floaty calm replaces the burn, flowing out from her elbow and suffusing throughout her body.

“There we go,” Jungkook murmurs. “Let’s get you cleaned up. You’ll be good as new in no time.”

Shayne catches sight of Hoseok coming into the room just before Jungkook carries her out the door. Namjoon’s steely voice, providing instructions, follows them down the hall until Jungkook turns a corner and it becomes too faint to be heard.

“What happened?” Shayne asks, feeling much more lucid after whatever it was Taehyung injected her with. “What’s Flux?”

Jungkook chews his lip and Shayne can tell he’s contemplating how much to actually tell her. Finally, he glances down at her and she feels his shoulders bump up with a shrug. “An insurgence. Some rogue vamps, led by that jackass Nichols, decided they wanted to try and take us out, stupidly. Not sure the reasoning behind it yet, but Yoongi should get some information out of the survivors in the morning. He’s quite creative.” Jungkook smirks. “As for what Flux is, it’s a drug we engineered from the healing enzymes that are in vampire venom. Think of it like a super healer, you’ll be completely healed and ready to fuck at least half a dozen hard cocks within the next hour.”

“Ready to what?” Shayne asks, certain she didn’t hear him correctly.

His teeth dig into his bottom lip as he suppresses a smile. “An unfortunate– or maybe not so unfortunate, side effect of the Flux. We haven’t been able to separate out the properties of the enzymes that elicit arousal. You’ll be healed, but you’re also going to be hornier than you’ve probably ever been in your life.”

Now that he’s said it, she’s suddenly all too aware of a faint throbbing between her thighs. “I don’t want that,” she whispers, squirming in his arms to try to gain her own feet.

Jungkook tightens his hold on Shayne, thwarting her struggles and making her wheeze out a squeak. His words are firm, firmer than he’s ever been with her, “We would have used the Flux on you after Jimin’s incident, but we figured you could use a few days rest and reprieve anyway. But, that was still so fresh. And well, Nichols really did a number on you. It wasn’t an easy call for Namjoon to make, but it was the right one. Whether you accept that or not, you can fight it right now, but you’ll be thanking him later, guaranteed once you have a clear head. A few hours of unabashed lewdness is a small price for your life and health.”

“No,” she whimpers, feeling each step Jungkook takes with a jolt of desire. Even the slight jostle and rub of her body against his, as he flows easily from foot to foot, feels like a thousand micro caresses licking between her thighs. “Oh, fuck.”

“Shh, I know it’s uncomfortable at first, but what you really need is relief. After I get you cleaned up, it’ll get better. Seokjin and Taehyung will be joining us and you’ll have plenty to keep you occupied and help ease the ache.”

Jungkook shoulders open his bedroom door and quickly skirts over to his bathroom. Shayne is entirely too focused on the heat and aches throbbing inside her to even care to gawk at his luxurious space again.

The shirt Shayne has on hits the floor and goosebumps erupt over her arms and shoulders. The cooler air of the bathroom contrasts wildly with the warmth simmering under her skin, like warring seasons that make her feel dizzy on her feet. “J-jungk-kook,” she stutters, teeth chattering together over the syllables.

The seams on his clothing strain, nearly succumbing to the rough yanking he does to remove them. Jungkook steps around the far side of the deep bathing pool, tugging Shayne along by an elbow. “Not going to bother with a bath, we can just use the shower head over here,” he explains, more in a rambling way than anything. “Here, stand here, mhmm.” He flicks a few knobs and a shower of warm water pelts down onto Shayne from a nearly hidden rain shower head in the ceiling. “Soap,” he offers, grabbing a half-empty bottle from a small cubby in the wall.

The bubbles smell the same way Jungkook’s sheets do, like some lightly floral clean scent. Shayne knows she should indulge in the shower and the proffered bathing foam, but the shudders now wracking through her shoulders and legs make it awfully hard to concentrate on anything other than putting her hands on Jungkook and getting his hands on her— which she promptly does.

“Touch me,” she insists, tossing the bottle of body wash to the floor and latching onto Jungkook’s forearms. “It hurts.”

Jungkook chuckles when his back hits the wall as Shayne pushes against him. The shower rains down against his shoulder, little mists of water tickling his nose from where it bounces off of Shayne’s skin as she presses her front against his. The response from his body is natural, almost instant, his cock thickening where it rests against her belly. Shayne lifts a leg and hooks it over Jungkook’s hip, coming up onto her toes and slanting her mouth over his.

“You want me, sweet cheeks?” he teases, the words barely working past the kisses she’s demanding.

“I’ve never felt like this before,” Shayne gasps, fisting a hand in Jungkook’s hair and jerking his face down to her throat. He groans in response and nuzzles his lips against the now-healed spot where Jimin’s bite was. The sticky, semi-dried blood covering her neck smears against his lips, mixing with the water pouring down over them.

Working one of his hands between them, Jungkook sinks a thick digit right into her wet heat. Shayne cries out, bucking against his hand in search of more stimulation. “Needy girl. Maybe we should have used Flux on you sooner. Fuck,” he grunts.

“More, please. I need more, Jungkook!” Shayne feels like she’s about to cry from frustration. The gentle in and out of only a single digit from Jungkook is barely a tease and it’s doing nothing to quell the intense ache in her body.

Jungkook laps at the blood coating her neck, working in a second and then a third finger. “Take what you need,” Jungkook whispers between nips along her neck and shoulder.

Shayne uses her hand in Jungkook’s hair, the other planted on his shoulder as leverage to move her body up and down, fucking herself fast on his fingers. A lightheaded fuzziness blooms through her right before she clamps down around him and gives a weak, still-frustrated cry. The flagging orgasm is only a small wave in the tidal pool of need that’s battering her body. “Make it stop,” Shayne whimpers. Her knees give out and she sags against Jungkook.

Being careful with her lax limbs, Jungkook hitches her higher until he drags her other leg over his hip to match the other. He lifts her just high enough to get himself positioned at her entrance and then lets her body slump again, effectively impaling her on his cock. “Fuck,” he grunts, wrapping his arms around her and shoving deeper inside.

Shayne gives a pitiful cry. Her hands scrabble along Jungkook’s arms, fighting for purchase. She’s so wet and slippery with arousal that he slides in easily, but it’s still a snug fit. Her traitorous body welcomes him, the same as before. Though, perhaps now her heart might be sharing that burden of betrayal, as she can’t find it in herself to protest or deny how much she wants this.

There is a physical war waging inside her body. The Flux works on a chemical level, flooding the body with an influx of hormones that cause a chain reaction of aches, arousal, and need. Added to the internal, emotional conflict over still being a captive and effectively being held against her will. While, at the same time, Shayne’s body is so spent, still recovering from the additional blood loss, that she feels suspended in a void; neither here nor there.

Jungkook continues to move her body, lifting her and dropping her back down over and over again onto his throbbing shaft. His own grunts of pleasure echo throughout the bathroom, bouncing and reverberating until it sounds like there are a dozen people fucking around them.

The next orgasm that rips through Shayne has her head rolling back and her eyes squeezing shut. Her walls grip and contract around Jungkook, triggering his own release. It gushes with the jerky pumps of his hips, forcing his sticky, warm cum to drip down and collect along her ass. A soft, piny scent invades the bathroom, a subtle addition to the fragrant soaps and Jungkook’s naturally sweet essence that Shayne is starting to associate with his arousal.

“I’ll take her,” Taehyung’s voice breaks through the heavy breathing of both Shayne and Jungkook. He steps into the bathroom, bringing more of that piny scent with him, and hits a switch on the wall, cutting off the water. There is a towel sitting on the sink that he grabs and gathers Shayne in, headless of the cum still coating her. Jungkook digs into a cabinet and grabs out his own, slinging it around his waist and following Taehyung out of the bathroom. “Seokjin should be here soon. He said the agreement is still on, whatever that means.”

Jungkook stiffens where he sits on the bed. “He said that? Even after everything that’s happened tonight?” The questions are more in wonderment than actual curiosity. He stares at Taehyung, watching him arrange Shayne on the bed. “With you here, too?”

Taehyung looks up at that. “With me here? What exactly does Seokjin want, what‘s the agreement?” There is a twinkle of mischief in his dark eyes as he watches Jungkook squirm. “What’s wrong, pretty boy, what kinky shit has been happening between you and Seokjinnie?”

Jungkook grunts, his brow furrowing. “Nothing. It’s nothing. Don’t worry about me, let’s worry about her,” he says, waving a hand at a softly whimpering Shayne.

“Right,” Taehyung hums thoughtfully. “Hi there, sweetheart,” he purrs. “You gave me a scare back there.” He brushes a hand over her cheek before sliding it up into her tangle of red curls. Shayne wiggles on the bed, her body seeking some sort of friction or relief. “Do you need me?”

Shayne stares into his dark eyes, remembering the piercing green they were when he was in his other form. His face is clean, with no black or red remnant marring his perfect features. “Please,” she moans, arching her back and making her nipples graze against his bare chest.

The smile that curls Taehyung lips elicits another moan from her. “I’ve been thinking about this since I first saw you naked in the bath after we brought you in. You’re so fiery, sweetheart, with those blazing eyes and that flaming hair. I want nothing more than to smother your fire,” one of his hands momentarily lands on her throat, giving it a light squeeze, “just so I can ignite it again.”

His words, albeit a little concerning, are oddly sweet and in high contrast to the brutality and curtness he’s shown her before. Taehyung has always had sharp edges and even sharper looks, sneers of disgust, or blatant indifference. Now, though, he’s showing a side to Shayne that she never would have thought he possessed. Shayne is faintly aware that all of this could be an illusion-based perception thanks to that injection of horniness Taehyung gave her. Either way, it feels nice, even if it’s a pseudo-experience.

Jungkook settles on the bed beside Shayne, his eyes locked on Taehyung’s lips as they press gentle kisses along her collarbone and down her sternum. Shayne arches her back again, seeking more but Taehyung just leans back and denies her more than the soft brush of his lips. “If you won’t touch me, get out of the way so Jungkook can,” she hisses, brow furrowed and teeth clenched as another wave of arousal radiates through her.

Taehyung tsks. “Fine, but only because I like how you sound when my mouth is on you.” She opens her mouth to berate him again but then he pressed the flat of his tongue against her clit, turning everything fuzzy.

“She’s sweet, right?” Jungkook muses lazily. He lounges back, hooking an arm behind his head and settling the other so he can fist a hand around his own arousal. “She makes the prettiest sounds when you deny her release, too.”

The hum of interest from Taehyung has a plea of denial coming from Shayne. “Please don’t, it hurts too much,” she whines, fisting a hand into Taehyung’s hair to hold him in place. He chuckles, sending gushes of his hot breath fanning over her aching core. He dives back in, sucking and licking with renewed vigor.

“Make her cum before Seokjin gets here,” Jungkook huffs. He gives his cock a few languid strokes, thumbing at the small beads of moisture he’s coaxing out. Even though he just came, he’s easily worked back up just by the sight of Shayne’s body displayed before him. He’s well and truly fucked for this silly little human, but that’s something he’ll worry about later.

Whether it’s the threat of Seokjin or just simply putting her out of her misery, Taehyung works a finger inside her and in tandem with his flicking tongue, wrings a shuddering orgasm from her a moment later.

Her fingers feel stiff with how hard they’re wrapped around a fistful of Taehyung’s hair. “Easy, sweetheart. You can drag me around by my hair another time, right now you should let me up so I can bury my cock into your pretty little pussy.”

With a frustrated sigh, Shayne releases her grip on Taehyung’s hair. Jungkook turns over and captures her scowling lips in a kiss. His tongue traces along her lips before pushing between them. Tiny prickles dance over her body. Each additional shift and brush against her skin elicits an uncontrolled shudder in response.

“Taehyungie’s going to make you feel really good,” Jungkook reassures between nipping kisses. Jungkook tastes like the mint paste Yoongi made her use, the cooling effect a welcome relief to how blistering she feels. Sweat pricks along her brow and she can feel the drips tracking along her temples and sliding into her hair.

Taehyung nudges the backs of her thighs with his knees, pushing them wider. Large, heavy palms rest against her hips; fingers pressing into the soft curves. Shayne can feel the heat radiating off Taehyung, his warmth adding to hers to create a hazy swath of heat.

“I’d take a picture of this if I wasn’t about to fucking lose it,” Taehyung murmurs as he presses his cock between her lower lips. He pulls back, lips tipping up into a sly grin, pupils blowing ever wider at the sight of Shayne’s glistening arousal coating his tip. “Jungkook, play with her clit, make her cum on my cock.”

Keeping his lips on Shayne, Jungkook moves a hand down her body, pinching and teasing until his deft fingers land right where requested. As Jungkook begins to strum and pluck his fingers, Taehyung presses forward. Shayne pants into Jungkook’s mouth, cries and moans muffled around his tongue. One of her hands flies up to bury into Jungkook’s hair and the other reaches down to grip one of Taehyung’s wrists.

With each inch Taehyung slides into her, Shayne feels her grip on reality slowly slipping. It feels like as soon as he’s completely seated she’ll explode into a cloud of mist and ether; his body is the only tether to her existence. It’s a welcomed ending, rupturing into a million tiny pieces, dissolving into a nebula of pleasure.

Shayne jerks so hard she dislodges Jungkook’s mouth and lets out an echoing cry of pleasure. Tears slip free from her eyes and mix with the sweat trickling into her hair. Her back arches off the bed and her body quakes with dozens of micro-orgasms, pulsing and contracting around Taehyung. His own stilted moan mixes with hers, fingers tightening and sure to leave bruises on her hips.

Jungkook keeps his fingers moving, sliding them down and around Taehyung’s cock, luxuriating in the slick combination of his smooth skin and the arousal from Shayne now coating it. “Get another one out of her,” he says, flexing his fingers around Taehyung’s shaft before moving them back to Shayne’s clit. “Fuck her until you cum.”

Taehyung grits his teeth and withdraws a fraction then surges in deep again. “You know,” he huffs, “for an omega, you’re awfully bossy in the bedroom.”

“If you’d rather not fill her tight cunt with your cum then fuck off and I’ll do it…again,” Jungkook deadpans, raising a skeptical brow.

“B-both of you—,” Shayne stutters out, the words hooked on a breathy moan, “—shut up. I d-don’t care w-who does what, I just need to cum or I swear I’ll die.”

Taehyung renews his efforts, swiveling his hips and undulating with the perfect rhythm to have Shayne breaching that precipice again quickly. She’s not sure she’s ever been thoroughly and completely ravaged before. But, she’s certain that’s exactly what Taehyung is doing. From the guttural grunts and the gnashing of his teeth, she gets her first real glimpse at the beast underneath his brooding facade. This is pure…raw. He’s relentless, pounding and chipping away at her sanity.

Through the haze of arousal, Shayne is vaguely aware of Taehyung and Jungkook counting out her orgasms as if the number is significant. The only thing she really and truly cares about is making the ache go away. It’s momentarily eased with each additional release, the line between pleasure and pain blurring after the seventh.

It must only be minutes—or perhaps hours— later that Taehyung finds his own release, emptying hot streams of cum deep inside her with a gravely snarl.

“Has anyone thought to give her anything to drink?” Seokjin’s melodic voice edges through Shayne’s head fog.

Taehyung eases away from Shayne, his cock pulling free in a gush as he reclines back on his hands. “Drink?” he parrots. “Can’t say I thought about that.”

Jungkook gives a disgruntled harrumph, absently patting his hand on Shayne’s thigh before pushing up from the bed. “I was getting there but Taehyung came in and well, we got a little distracted.”

“Mhm, sure.” Seokjin rolls his eyes as he steps into the room and lets the door fall shut behind him. “How are you doing, beautiful? These two idiots taking care of you alright?”

Shayne whimpers, shifting on the bed and reaching a trembling hand out to him. “Please,” she mumbles.

Seokjin tuts softly. “Can’t trust them to do anything.” He kneels on the bed and gathers Shayne into his arms, cradling her against his chest. She writhes in his lap, shamelessly seeking relief.

Jungkook opens a rectangular chest near his desk and grabs a few clear bottles from inside. “Don’t even start with that, Seokjin. You’re just being an asshole right now.” He hands over a bottle to Seokjin who opens it and offers it to Shayne. She sips gratefully, sucking down as much of the cool water as she can.

“Messy girl,” Seokjin coos, thumbing a few errant drops that escaped down her chin. “Slow down or you’ll make yourself sick.”

Shayne tries to take smaller swallows but now that she’s drinking she realizes just how thirsty she is. “Thank you,” she says between sips, handing off the empty bottle once she’s done.

Taehyung is sitting with his back against the wall beside Seokjin, with his arms crossed and an unreadable expression on his face. “She needs to be fucked again,” he finally says. “You can take a turn, Seokjin.”

Seokjin’s body stiffens under her for a moment before he relaxes and gives Taehyung a syrupy, saccharine smile. “That almost sounds like you’re giving me permission, Taehyungie.”

Shayne catches the way Jungkook’s eyes go wide as they swivel between Taehyung and Seokjin like he’s anticipating what will happen next. Seokjin smoothes a hand over Shayne’s hip, letting his long fingers mold around the curves and dips until he slides it between her thighs to gently strum over her clit. He keeps his eyes trained on Taehyung as he offers her barely enough to take the edge off.

“Seokjin, please,” she mewls. Her thighs press open, offering him more access that he ignores.

“Patience, beautiful. I need to make sure Taehyungie understands the ground rules for being in bed with me and Jungkookie tonight. It’s funny to think in all the years we’ve been here together this is the first time it’s just the three of us. Normally, Jimin runs interference…and well, if he knew what was about to happen he might have something to say about it.”

The way Seokjin says that feels ominous to Shayne. Curiosity wars with the arousal simmering under her skin. She sighs contentedly and tries to suppress a soft moan when Seokin’s fingers dip further to tease around her entrance before moving back to stroke her clit.

“Ground rules?” Taehyung asks, smirking. “Do I have to call you daddy or something? That seems more like Namjoon’s shtick than yours, but I can be persuaded maybe.”

Jungkook curls his lips between his teeth to keep from laughing. “Jungkook,” Seokjin snaps, voice firm and commanding. “Don’t think I missed that. How about we demonstrate for Taehyung?” Jungkook audibly swallows and nods his head. “Good boy. Now, I want your pretty little ass in the air and your tongue fucking our sweet girl.”

“Yes, Alpha,” Jungkook immediately responds and moves to position himself on the bed.

Taehyung balks, completely bewildered. “Alpha?” he whispers.

“That’s right, Taehyungie. In here, I’m the Alpha and you and Jungkookie are my obedient little pups.” Jungkook thrusts his ass into the air, grapples his hands between Shayne’s thighs, and pushes them open. He admires the glistening swell of her sex and the slender, long fingers still rubbing her clit, for a moment before burying his face against her heat and pushing his tongue forward to swirl inside.

Shayne gasps and throws her head back against Seokjin’s shoulder, letting out a throaty moan. “Oh, fuck!”

“If you have a problem with that, you can leave right now.” Seokjin’s voice is cold, indifferent, as he stares down at Taehyung.

Taehyung licks his lips, contemplating the offer. His eyes rove over the scene before him, taking in the submissive position Jungkook is in and the way Shayne is nuzzling against Seokjin’s throat and leaving crescent-shaped indents on his forearms with her nails.

A low rumble comes from deep in Taehyung’s chest. As a beta, he cares less about the primal designations than some of the others. But, as a vampire, he can empathize. They all already had an alpha-like complex because of their vampirism, but after the experiments, it altered the natural hierarchy within their bodies. He can instantly understand where this drive comes from in Seokjin. Though, it’s not something he’s ever considered for himself. That the natural vampire inside them all, that apex predator, would always want to dominate over everything…even the genetic designation of omega that Seokjin ended up with all those years ago.

“Does he ever…y’know?” Taehyung asks, nodding to Jungkook lapping away between Shayne’s thighs, ass periodically wiggling in the air. The sight has Taehyung’s cock jerking where it lays against his thigh.

The smile that graces Seokjin’s lips this time is purely coy charisma. “Once, but he doesn’t get off on it as I do. Now, I’m going to ask you again…do you have a problem with this?”

Taehyung tongues the corner of his mouth, absently bringing a hand down to give his half-hard cock a gentle tug. “Are you going to fuck me in the ass?”

Seokjin barks a laugh. “No.” Taehyung purses his lips and narrows his eyes with irritation but Seokjin continues with a placating statement, “At least, not this time, sweet boy. You have to earn my cock. If you’re good this time and do as you’re told then I’ll reward you the next time you want to crawl into bed with me.”

“N-need to cum,” Shayne interrupts with a whine against Seokjin’s neck. “Please, stop teasing me.”

“Give our girl what she needs, pup. Then, I’ll give you what you need.” Jungkook makes a satisfied sound and a moment later Shayne cries out, thrashing in Seokjin’s lap. He pets a hand down her hair, shh’ing and cooing until she jerks from overstimulation as Jungkook continues to kiss and suck. “Taehyung. I need you to say it.”

The room is silent, except for the heavy breathing coming from Shayne and the smacking wet sounds escaping from around Jungkook’s tongue, as Taehyung makes up his mind.

“Okay, Alpha,” he finally says, emphasizing the designation and relinquishing control out of pure curiosity and the desire to see Shayne through the rest of her spell with Flux. The grip on his beast relents a fraction, allowing his naturally piny scent to mingle in the air with Jungkook’s honeyed arousal.

“Perfect,” Seokjin crows with delight. “Jungkook, enough.”

Jungkook immediately pulls away, sitting back on his haunches. His eyes are big and round, glazed over with arousal. His cock stands up straight against his stomach, glistening smears of precum trailing over his thighs and abs.

“How long does this Flux bullshit last?” Shayne mumbles in frustration. The heat licking between her thighs is wildly battling with the ache of pain she can feel seeping deep into her muscles. “I hurt,” she adds with a whine as she cups a hand tenderly over her swollen lower lips.

“With the dose you needed? It could last all night,” Taehyung says, moving to kneel beside her. His eyes focus on her hand and the glistening mess covering her thighs. Cum mixes with saliva, thoroughly coating her lower half. “But, it grows less potent as time passes.”

Seokjin hums in agreement. He passes Shayne over to Taehyung, being sure she settles softly into his lap. “We’ll go gentle for a bit, let your body rest while still giving you the pleasure you need to avoid the ache brought on by the Flux,” he explains as he reaches down beside the bed and retrieves a small wooden box.

Taehyung gathers Shayne’s unruly curls into a fist, exposing her neck and shoulders so he can press featherlight kisses to her heated skin. Each press of his mouth has her body responding, small tremors that cascade down around where his other hand cups over hers still between her thighs.

“Have you ever sucked a cock before, beautiful?” Seokjin asks when he settles back on the bed. His eyes sparkle as they meet her half-lidded ones. Shayne gives a small jerk of her chin. A momentary pang of sadness over Warren breaks through the haze from the Flux. She squashes it down immediately, not wanting to mix memories of Warren with what's going on here. “You’re going to suck mine and get me ready to destroy this little pup's pert ass.” Seokjin fists a hand into Jungkook’s hair, earning him a grunt from the Omega.

Seokjin is still dressed. Taehyung helps guide Shayne forward onto her knees, his hands keeping a grip on her hips to keep her from listing sideways. With fumbling fingers, Shayne snags and pulls at Seokjin’s clothes until she has his shirt off and his bottoms tangled around his knees. He sighs in satisfaction when she wraps a hand around his base and gives a none-too-gentle squeeze.

“Seokjinnie.” Jungkook winces when the hand in his hair tightens.

“Be patient, pup,” Seokjin admonishes. “Our beautiful girl needs to make sure I’m good and wet. You’ll get my knot soon, don’t worry.” He uses his free hand to open the small box he retrieved and pulls out a thick, circular band with a bulging lump on one side.

“What’s that?” Taehyung asks, nodding toward the ring in Seokjin’s hand.

“This is—oh, fuck that’s good,” Seokjin sucks in a breath, his words choking off as Shayne envelopes the head of his cock with her mouth. “It’s a modified cock ring,” he finally manages to get out with a soft moan. “Wow. I think you suck dick better than Hoseok.”

Shayne assumes that’s a compliment, so rewards Seokjin with an enthusiastic suck, hollowing her cheeks and taking him into the back of her throat. “Damn,” Taehyung mutters, a lopsided grin sliding onto his face. “So, it’s like an Alpha’s knot?”

“Precisely. Now, be a good boy and help me make a Shayne and Jungkookie sandwich. I want them front to front, you take her from behind. Jungkookie, I want her nipples rosy, plump, and aching, do you understand?”

Taehyung pulls Shayne back and she slides off of Seokjin’s cock with an audible pop. Saliva strings between the blushing tip and her swollen lips before breaking and falling against her chin. “Come on, up you go, sweetheart,” Taehyung eases Shayne back until she’s resting against his chest and her’s is nearly pressed against Jungkook’s.

Shayne watches in fascination as Seokjin manhandles and maneuvers Jungkook to his liking. The younger male is completely at his mercy, thoroughly debauched to the point his weeping cock jerks and throbs with every touch from Seokjin. Without thinking, Shayne reaches forward to grab it, wanting to offer him some relief in exchange for the relief he provided her earlier.

“Ah-uh,” Seokjin snaps, halting her hand just inches away from its destination. “He doesn’t get any relief until I say he does. Is that clear, beautiful?” The look in Seokjin’s eye sends shivers down Shayne’s back. She nods, retracting her hand. “Use your words.”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Yes…?” Seokjin prompts, raising an eyebrow.

Shayne’s brow furrows in return. “Yes…Alpha?”

“That’s my good girl,” he praises. “Do you still need relief?”

The idea of receiving another orgasm has her body revving into overdrive. “Yes, please, Alpha.”

“Taehyung,” Seokjin says his name like he’s giving permission. Taehyung takes his time in notching his head at Shayne’s entrance, completely transfixed on Seokjin slipping on the cock ring and securing it around the base of his shaft and balls. The rigid knot tapers off gently in a slope to either side.

There is a moment when Shayne feels tethered to Jungkook. He grabs at her hands and entwines his fingers with hers, squeezing in a way that relays emotions beyond words. As Taehyung begins to press his hard length into her body, the rigidity of Jungkook’s fingers around hers has her practically feeling the way Seokjin invades his body, too.

Jungkook gasps, jerking in Seokjin’s hold. His open mouth presses against Shayne’s chest, nuzzling until his lips clamp around one of her pebbled nipples. The added sensation melts into the buzz coming from between her thighs, coalescing into a gradient wash of heightened pleasure.

“You feel so good, sweetheart,” Taehyung murmurs against the nape of Shayne’s neck. His mouth waters as he feels the erratic beat of her pulse thrum against his lips. He inhales deeply, dragging in the sweet scent of her hair mixed with the light tang of sweat.

The heady honey scent from Jungkook blooms again in the air, cloyingly sweet as Seokjin finally bottoms out. It blends with the pretty lilac scent wafting from Seokjin. Adding Taehyung’s own subtle piny scent, Jungkook’s room quickly begins to smell like a spring meadow in the mountains.

“I forget how much I love your scent, Taehyungie,” Seokjin pants between skin-slapping thrusts.

Jungkook clings to Shayne; lips and tongue ravaging her breasts as much as Seokjin is ravaging his ass. Her nipples throb as he continues to follow Seokjin’s instruction to make them rosy and aching. Each time Taehyung fucks into her from behind, he forces her against Jungkook’s open mouth.

“Fuck!” Shayne cries as an extra brutal thrust from Taehyung causes her nipple to catch against one of Jungkook’s lower teeth. The skin parts easily, emitting a thin trickle of blood right onto Jungkook’s tongue.

Jungkook grunts, his body taut and trembling from the sudden rush of sweetness on his tongue. “Mm,” Seokjin groans. “Don’t get carried away, Jungkookie, it’s not playtime right now. Be good for me and close that up.”

Shayne arches her back, pressing her breast more firmly against Jungkook’s mouth. The feel of his mouth on her, suckling at the tendril of blood, it’s such a stark contrast to how it felt to have Namjoon take her blood at the dining table. This is…erotic and addicting. “Don’t stop,” she pleads, trying to shake her hands from his so she can latch them into his hair and hold him to her.

“Do it now, pup,” Seokjin’s voice is a low snarl that has Jungkook immediately swiping his tongue over the small cut and sealing it.

Taehyung and Seokjin work together to pry Jungkook and Shayne apart. “Blood lust,” Taehyung breathily laughs, working his hips faster. He bands an arm around Shayne’s middle and holds her to him as he pounds up into her, making her cry out in pleasure. “Been a while since we dealt with that.”

A sadistic smile twists at Seokjin’s lips before he nods. “Mmm,” he hums in agreement. “Namjoon won’t be thrilled but at this point, his dick is so dusty he shouldn’t get a say in what we do with ours.” He emphasizes his words with thrusts, battering into Jungkook so hard the younger male goes slack-jawed. “All three of you are doing so well. Are you ready to cum?”

“Fuck, it’s actually kind of hot the way you talk like that,” Taehyung grunts. “Just say the word and I’ll fill our pretty girl up again.”

Shayne has been riding the edge of orgasm ever since Jungkook’s tooth caught her nipple. The burn under her skin isn’t nearly as consuming as it was before but there is still a final leap she can feel pulling her tight. “Please,” she sobs.

“Jungkookie, show them how pretty you are when you cum on my knot.” Seokjin grips tightly onto Jungkook’s hips and grinds into him from behind. Jungkook’s eyes flash yellow in the overhead light before he’s arching back and yelling curses at the ceiling. His cock jerks, untouched, sending streamers of hot cum roping across Shayne’s stomach and hips.

“Suck on her clit, Jungkook,” Taehyung says, his voice trembling between a command and a question. He glances at Seokjin to make sure he hasn’t crossed a line. Seokjin just smiles in approval, helping Jungkook edge forward, still caught on the pseudo knot.

As soon as Jungkook’s lips latch onto her swollen clit, Shayne shatters. “Fuck!” The orgasm rips through her, devouring her sanity. Pinpricks of color dance behind her eyelids where she has them squeezed shut. Her body shudders against Taehyung and her walls clamp and pulse, triggering his own release. Warmth gushes between her thighs as cum seeps out around Taehyung’s thrusting cock.

Residual tremors twitch through her limbs as Taehyung gently extracts himself and helps her lay down on her side. “We are in serious trouble if phase two is successful.” The words are whispered against Shayne’s shoulder as Taehyung runs his fingers through the cum coating her thighs and gently presses it back inside her. He scoops up more and repeats the process. “I don’t know if I can fuck you and not fill you up after experiencing this.” That tickles a mild awareness in the back of Shayne’s mind, but she’s too blissed out to form words of inquiry.

Seokjin cradles Jungkook against his chest, murmuring soft words that Shayne can’t hear into his ear. The dreamy smile on Jungkook’s face has her own soft smile etching across her dry lips. “A warm cloth, please, Taehyung,” Seokjin says as he finally releases Jungkook, letting the other Omega cuddle into Shayne.

Taehyung presses a quick kiss into Shayne’s curls before getting up and disappearing into the bathroom. Seokjin helps Shayne and Jungkook take a few swallows of water from a bottle he grabs out of Jungkook’s cold box.

“What is that?” Shayne murmurs, blinking her eyes sleepily up at Seokjin as she fights the sudden wash of exhaustion. She gestures vaguely in the direction of Jungkook’s desk.

“It’s a refrigerator. Made for keeping things cold. You’ve heard of them?”

“Mmm,” she agrees softly. Heard of them, yes. Though the idea of a metal box keeping something indefinitely cold is still hard to grasp.

“It’s really a wonder,” Seokjin muses softly, delicately twining one of her fiery curls around a finger. “You’re so exquisite yet you baffle my mind something fierce. You’re the first low-spectrum ticket we’ve ever had for an extended period of time.”

Taehyung returns a moment later with warm, damp washcloths. He works with Seokjin to clean Jungkook and Shayne up before cleaning himself. After disposing of the cloths into a basket of dirty laundry, he settles back on the bed behind Shayne.

Clearing his throat, Taehyung catches Seokjin’s eye over Jungkook’s shoulder. “So, this Alpha thing,” he begins, “I get it. I know it’s a little different, being a Beta isn’t nearly as different as being an Omega, at least from what you guys have told me, but I think I can understand it.”

Seokjin makes a noncommittal sound. “We discovered it by accident, the night Namjoon announced his knot hiatus. Jungkook was feeling a certain way and Jimin had to go off on that run up the northern ridge. One thing led to another and yeah.” He shrugs but there is a slight reddening to his cheeks.

“Should I start calling you Alpha when we’re alone? Whisper it sweetly in your ear?”

“Fuck off,” Seokjin laughs. “No one else knows about this. As often as we’ve all fucked or been in the same room fucking, this is really just a thing between me and Jungkookie. I’m not sure what made me offer to let you join in tonight—” his eyes drift down to the fiery swath of curls Jungkook has his nose buried in “—but I’m somehow at peace with it.”

Taehyung gives a knowing nod, following Seokjin’s gaze. “How are you feeling now, sweetheart?”

Shayne thinks for a moment, assessing her body. Aside from the pleasant ache between her thighs and the smarting, yet faint, sting still lingering on her nipples, she feels fine—finally. “I think the Flux is done,” she states softly. “I’m sore, but no more than I think I’d usually be after several hours of fucking.”

The crassness of her words, despite their near whisper, surprises even her. Seokjin snorts a laugh. “Have much experience with several hours of fucking, do you? Wait, don’t answer that. Jungkook can get awfully jealous.”

“Shut up,” Jungkook mumbles, his words half-muted by how his face is pressed into her hair.

“I’m just teasing, Jungkookie.” Seokjin clears his throat. “I know tonight didn’t quite go as planned thanks to a certain asshole, but thank you nonetheless for indulging in me tonight. I know you wanted to be with Shayne and I could have let you do it without the condition but it’s been a while and well…” he trails off, suddenly unsure of where he was going with that.

Jungkook shifts, peeking up at Seokjin. “You know I like it as much as you do, even if you do leave my ass sorer than that one time Jimin and Yoongi tried to—“

“Let’s not talk about that,” Taehyung laughs, cutting off Jungkook. “I still get flashbacks of trying to sew shit back together like a medic in a war zone.”

“Taehyung is right. Plus, I don’t know that our sweet Shayne needs to hear about that after tonight. Maybe another night, when she’s not already half into dreamland.” Seokjin pats Jungkook on the hip. “Let’s get some sleep. Yoongi should have some answers in the morning. Namjoon will want a full report and debrief first thing.”

As curious as Shayne is, Seokjin’s right. Their voices are already turning into a muddied slur of sounds. There’s something she wants to think about, something that was said but she can’t seem to filter through the recent conversation with any clarity. The niggling is still there, a worry that she can’t placate, as consciousness slips away.

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Curious, Darling?

A/: Many many hugs and boops to the lovely @kookslastbutton for their page title and giving me the go-ahead to write a Taehyung fic inspired by it and dedicated to it! ♥

-office!au, enemies to lovers (ish...)

-Slightly Yandere!Kim Taehyung x Reader

It's decidley a little messy and fast but its 2am and my brain was working too fast.

JK Ver. Yoongi Ver.

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Stalking through the halls, you seethed. His carefree laughter echoed through your head as you turned corners with the result of Taehyung's latest prank cradled in your trembling arms. You had been going back and forth with Taehyung since highschool, the pranks gaining him popularity and causing you to lose friends. It had taken a large turn when you had both graduated college and got accepted into one of the biggest companies with him standing at your side, smug smirk in place as it always was when he regarded you. The pranks you exchanged slowly ramped up until you dyed and cut his hair when he was out cold after a night of drinking. He had gone way too far this time though, the prank exceeding the worst you had pulled on him, which was the hair thing although he managed to make it look sexy just as he did everything else. 

Walking into your office this morning, you were sipping your favourite drink and wearing your best shirt for the presentation when your eyes landed on the colour-coded pile of that same presentation in rips all around the room, the spray painted ‘V’ on your office window causing you to drop your cup in shock. The two of you had done many many things to each other in the form of pranks, but ruining work projects that had taken a year to perfect and create… it was the last prank you would accept. So here you were, storming past concerned co-workers with your project in your arms as you set out for the man himself. 

His laugh guided you straight to him as you shouldered through the meeting room door,

“KIM TAEHYUNG.”

Conversation stopped as did his laughter as your anger cut through it all, heads turning to observe your red face and furrowed brows as you glared at Taehyung with the heat of hell in your eyes. You made eye contact with everyone but him, each person taking the hint and shuffling out of the conference room until you were left with the culprit. An angry huff left you as you dropped your armful of your ripped project on the table in front of him as he sat with his ankle resting on his knee, hand rubbing his lips as he watched you carefully. 

“What the fuck is this?! This was for today! You knew it was for today and so did everyone else! So pray tell, why the fuck is my project in shreds with your fucking penname sprayed on my windows! There is no one, and I mean no-one else that would’ve done this.”

His huffed laugh broke you from your angry arrangement of the pieces sitting before you, your head snapped up to face him as he leaned back further into his wheeled chair. Was he infuriatingly hot and causing conflicting emotions as he stared you down through hooded eyes? Abso-fucking-lutely. That didn’t stop you from rounding the table in anger, his chair turning with you as you approached. 

“Something wrong?”

You scowled as you took the last steps towards him, his head tilting up slightly to watch your face for emotion as he licked his lips slowly. Your anger won over any arousal you were feeling because of him and his stupidly perfect face, your hands pushing roughly into his solid chest. The scrape of the chair wheels making you smirk as he rolled back into the wall from the force of your shove. His eyebrows raised in surprise as you approached him again, his hands resting on the arms as he pushed himself from the chair. He was taller than you, that was for sure, but being stronger than people gave you credit for allowing you the element of surprise. So you took that last step, staring into his hypnotizing chocolate eyes as you shoved him back a step.

“Say you did it.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.”, he smirks. 

He fucking smirked at you when his penname was in orange paint on your windows. Your face heated with rage as he tilted his head at you, his fluffy hair gently framing his darkened eyes as you landed a hard punch to his chest. Taehyung huffed as the air left him, your eyes widening as he barely reacted before a hand grasped your own. You gasped as he tugged you around him and into the chair he was previously occupying, your hands finding the armrests as he leaned over you, his large hands caging your own on the chairs arms. 

“You know exactly what you did, Kim Taehyung. You’ve gone too far.”

“Oh no, have I gone too far? Let me rectify my wrongs against poor little you immediately.”

His tone was clear and enraged you further. He had the gall to mock you when you no longer had a presentation for a promotion you had been waiting for for years now. You wrestled your hand from under his, a sharp clap echoing around you as Taehyung's head snapped to the side. The shock he showed allowed you a window to push him away and escape the room with your precious shards of presentation. He would get it now. You just had to figure out how you would go about it.

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Taehyung's misdeed was over a week ago now. He had gotten the promotion because you had no presentation. Now, he had power over you. A larger, secured office and even a secretary that rumours had started round saying he fucked her in the mens washroom one lunch break. Now it was much harder for you to enact your plan. Distracting Elizabeth was easy enough, all you had to do was tell her that Park was waiting for her in conference room 38 and off she went. Taehyung was supposed to be in a big meeting so all you had to do was look for a spare key and then lock the door behind you to cover your tracks. Easy enough. The key was in an unlocked drawer in Elizabeth’s desk, hidden away under the schedule folder you had gathered your copy of Taehyung’s from. Opening the door to his office with a relieved sigh, you shut the heavy door as quietly as you could, your eyes scanning the office as soon as the door was locked behind you. 

Files scattered over his desk, his laptop open and running, his windows curtained and opened slightly to let in the breeze you could only get on the 77th floor. Rushing over to his clearly organized mess, you leafed through the many documents, your eyes darting from the papers to the door as your hands trembled. All you needed was his budget request. Then you could fuck him over like he fucked you over. It was simple. Find the page, search his laptop for the unfilled form and replace his numbers with lower ones. While it could jeopardize your job, he would be at fault for submitting low numbers for his request. 

“Yes! Finally!”, you pulled the sheet from its spot frantically.

Stepping over to his laptop, you searched the systems for the sheet when you had an even better idea. Turning back to the files, you failed to hear the door opening and closing, his light steps approaching you as you made a mess of his desk. He sat and watched you search through the papers with a smirk as he leaned against the wall across from you, your gaze laser focused on the things in-front of you. Finding the new page, you smirked, unknowing of the danger you had put yourself in. 

“Curious, darling?”, his deep voice made your heart stop as his hand ghosted over your shoulder. He had managed to make it across the entire office to stand behind you and you hadn’t even noticed. That was a kind of embarrassing you never thought you’d feel. But here you were, feeling it and Taehyung’s hand as it crawled across your collarbone smoothly to wrap around your neck. 

“Taehyu-”, you gasped before his hand tightened around your neck, cutting off your words. 

“We’ve been at this for years. Years, Y/N. Isn’t it about time to accept that you’ll never best me at our pranks?”

You shook your head, hand wrapping around his as you turned in your spot to face him. His fluffy brown hair fell into his sharp eyes as he watched you take in the position. Your back against his desk, his hand around your neck, basically holding your own hand at the same time. He corralled you further into his desk, his free hand drawing distracting circles on your side as you watched him carefully.

“I’ll beat you this time. You won’t win.”

His laugh washed across your face, mint greeting your sense as he chewed on nothing with a confident smirk. You were sure you would beat him. You had to. It was one of your last motivations to not hand in your resignation and join Jeon Industries instead of staying under Min Corporations. 

“You’ve already lost. So when will you notice how much I love you, darling?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, his hand leaving your neck to trace your cheekbone and run lightly over your parted lips. 

“Wha-”, you cleared your throat of the shock blocking it, “What do you mean, Taehyung? You don’t love me. You’ve shown me so many times you hate me. You ripped up my presentation!”

He nodded casually, hand playing with a stray bundle of hair that had fallen from your messy ponytail during your search for revenge. 

“I did. But we’ve been doing this for years. Do you not remember the times I would leave you notes in your locker in high school, telling you how I felt?”

“Those were anonymous, how was I supposed to know that was you?! I thought that was Hoseok! Or maybe even Seokjin… I- why?”

“What do you mean why? You’re perfect for me. I’m perfect for you. I read your diary when I was in your office that week. I know what you think of me.”, his breath tickled your ear as he leaned in to whisper his last secret to you.

“Why would you… That's supposed to be private!”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, Y/N. I won’t tell anyone how much my voice turns you on… or how much you daydream about fucking me seven days a week and telling me you love me.”

Your face heated with a blush as he chuckled in your ear, his voice deepened further as he pushed his body against yours further. His hands guided you into comfort as he whispered random compliments into your ear, your eyes closing as you thought about it all. 

“At least let me take you on a date. Just one for now, if you like it, leave your number on my desk the day after. If not, just tell me to fuck off and I’ll leave you alone until you accept your feelings towards me. Sounds fair?”

You nodded slowly, his hands circling you in a gentle hug as he hummed in content. It couldn’t be the worst thing in the world, a little harrowing at times you were sure, but overall it could be worth losing your revenge. So you melted into the hug with a sigh as he laughed about something in his head.

You’d see in the week after the incident that it really wasn’t that bad as he fed you sushi from his plate while you traded for pieces you liked and he didn’t. Sipping on boba while the sun set on the horizon over the clear blue waters of the beach afterwards. Maybe you didn’t get the promotion that would change your life, but marrying Kim Taehyung in the following years was definitely more than enough to make up for it all.

[eleni-cherie]

among thieves ✨ || bts • pjm

- epilogue

"what even am I to you? your rival, your lover, an obstacle or am I supposed to be your coffin?"

about two thieves who can't live with nor without each other. and a joint past that comes back to threaten them.

© 2023 | eleni_cherie

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masterlist: here

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, very flirty jimin, friends/rivals/exes to lovers (it's complicated, ok?!) f2l e2l ex2l all members play a role in this story!

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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several years later

Tainan, Taiwan

Jimin took a sip from his ice coffee and flipped a page in the book he was reading.

The evening sun was bathing the building in a warm shade, a comfortably mild summer atmosphere being created. Some children ran through the streets to get to the nearest park with lots of laughter and screams. Almost bumping into two women who were chatting while carrying their groceries.

He turned another page when sensing someone taking a seat on the free chair on the other side of his table. He didn't need to look up to know who it was though. The café being not overly crowded, and he had already seen him enter from the corner of his eye.

"You finally found me."

"Who said I ever lost track of you?"

Jimin perked up with a lopsided smirk, arching a brow at him. "What took you so long then?"

Seokjin laughed out, shaking his head. "Choosing a country that isn't an interpol member to settle down.. you knew what you were doing."

Closing the book on his lap, he took another sip from his coffee.

"Oh, is that so? I just came here for the nice weather," he said innocently, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he looked at his former antagonist. It felt strange somehow, having him simply sit there casually next to him without him trying to arrest him. Who would've thought a day like this would ever come. "And how comes you pay me a visit now?"

The older man shrugged, leaning back in his seat. "Been awhile since the last time I saw you, so I thought why not spending my vacation here?'"

Jimin nodded understanding and smiled at him. "And how've you been?"

He shrugged. "Oh, you know.. after you guys became inactive, it became quite boring."

"Aw."

"No, that wasn't a compliment."

"It sounded like one though."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Seokjin sighed, "But you know, it became boring and you know, I ain't getting younger either. So after I got married, I decided to take it easier and stepped down from the leader position. I focus more on paperwork now."

Jimin's eyes widened in shock as he straightened himself. Unable to imagine some random office sitter in the leader position. "And who's the leader in the theft divison now?"

"Blake."

"Oh!" he exclaimed and relaxed into his previous position, "I can see that. She always seemed eager to prove herself to you."

"And she did."

"Kinda sad for Jungkookie though, isn't it?"

"Nah," Seokjin waved at him, shaking his head, "He never was interested in that position. He still works there with her though."

Jimin couldn't keep himself from laughing at the thought of Skylar and Jungkook together and her giving him orders while he obeyed like a good subordinate. "You know, I always felt like the two were into each other and ever since I tried setting them up.."

A teasing grin spread on Seokjin's features. "Since when are you so invested in other people's love life?"

He only shrugged and dragged a dramatic sigh. "Can't help it, I'm such a romantic."

Seokjin laughed under his breath. "To be honest, I sometimes felt the same," he admitted then, "And I still think it whenever I catch them looking at each other. Perhaps it was their professionalism that kept them from going further."

"Or perhaps they're just dating in secret."

He perked up at this, seeing Jimin wiggling his brows at him. "You think so?"

"I might or might not have my sources."

The older man laughed out, nodding. "Well, good for them then."

"But wait!" Jimin exclaimed then, suddenly having processed something else. "You said you got married? To Yongsun?"

Seokjin's eyes widened, realising he had indeed mentioned it. He bit back a smile, confirming it again with a quick nod. "Yeah.."

"And I wasn't invited to the wedding?" Jimin faked offence to which Seokjin grinned.

"Figured you wouldn't have wanted to get arrested."

"True. But since you only met her thanks to me, I still think I deserved it."

"It surely wasn't thanks to you.."

"Now, don't be so unfair," Jimin pouted, "You wouldn't have been at that ship if I hadn't planned to steal the 'black star'." He was referring to the party a CEO of one of the biggest korean companies had thrown for his wife's birthday two years ago. And that wife had happened to own a very valuable black pearl, which she was wearing on a spray brooch and which the gang had been after. "So technically, I deserved an invitation."

Seokjin groaned in annoyance, getting tired of their quarrel. "You know what? I take it back. It's been great since you retired. I finally got some peace."

"Rude considering I practically introduced you to her."

"You didn't 'introduce' her to me!" Seokjin objected with a laugh, "You pushed her on me when I was running after you!"

"Still counts - you're married now, aren't you?" Jimin pointed out with a sly grin.

He wasn't able to disagree with that. So he gave up with an exhausted sigh.

"So?" Seokjin coughen then in hopes of changing topics and looked around. "And where's the rest?"

"Thought you had kept track on all of us."

"I did," he corrected, "But since interpol doesn't have any resources here, it wasn't too easy and there're some gaps."

Jimin hummed, stirring his coffee with the straw.. "Well, Taehyungie and his wife live nearby."

"You mean Cassandra?"

"Oh, you even got her name! Impressive!"

"Aish, stop with the sarcasm! Of course I know all your associates! I hunted you guys for years after all." Seokjin rolled his eyes before adding with a smirk, "And I was pretty good at it."

Jimin couldn't stop laughing, finding it always amusing how his opponent reacted when getting upset. "Never doubted your skills."

"So the two live nearby."

He nodded. "Yeah, she works at a hospital here."

"And Yoongi?"

"Right now, he's at one of the temples in the mountains. Meditating, training or whatever," Jimin snorted, drinking the last bit of coffee. He always found it quite lame whenever Yoongi got in one of his 'monk moods' - as Jimin called them - every few years and just disappeared for awhile to disconnect from everything. But perhaps he was just a little envious of that skill, since he himself could never do it. "But knowing him, he'll be back in the city in a few weeks."

Seokjin hummed. The corners of his lips shaping a cocky smile. "Needless to ask where Arabella ended up, right?"

"Right," a grin tucking on Jimin's full lips. His glance falling down to his watch then. "I'm actually waiting here for her. She should come any minute now."

"To be honest," Seokjin began then with a light frown on his soft features, "I always knew you guys would retire some day. I just assumed it'd be along with me."

"Well, you know we aren't in our early twenties anymore and besides.. some priorities shifted with time."

Seokjin hummed. Understanding it in a way. After all, same applied to him by now. Still he couldn't help wondering what priorities had changed for Jimin and why.

A black Harley Davidson came to an abrupt halt in front of them then. Arabella taking her helmet off, her hair swaying as it fell over her shoulders.

"Bella-baby, you're late!"

"I said around six, not exactly. Not my fault you came here too early," she huffed. Her eyes widening when spotting the man next to him. "Pops, you here?"

She was actually quite happy to see Seokjin again, having kind of missed him - as weird as it sounded. She had been so used of having him always on their back, it was weird it wasn't the case anymore.

Seokjin, however, didn't seem as pleased. The old nickname cuasing him to roll his eyes. "Seriously, when will you guys ever quit calling me 'pops'?"

"Probably never, it's your nickname for a reason after all."

He laughed under his breath. "You never told me the reason though."

Arabella and Jimin exchanged a look, giggling. "Isn't it obvious? You were always running after us and scolding us. Like a dad."

"And you're older than us, so it fit."

He was speechless for a moment. In a way that stupid nickname that he had secretly grown fond of, made sense. It was even somehow cute, in a very weird and twisted way. He coughed then, feeling his ears becoming red. "I've got to go now," he announced and stood up, "Can't let Yong wait alone for too long. See you guys." He waved at them as he walked away. Only to shortly turn around then with a smirk. "Oh, but before I forget.. You don't coincidentally know anything about that stolen jade statue that is all over the local newpapers?"

Arabella and Jimin looked at each other, before giving him an innocent shrug. Shaking their heads. "No, why would we? We're retired now, remember?"

"Right. Right," Seokjin let out a loud laugh. Not being convinced at all. "Well, see you then."

As he disappeared around the corner, a frowned settled on Arabella's features. "He didn't buy it, did he?"

"So what?" Jimin shrugged and picked up his book, shoving it inside his jacket. "He can't do anything about it as long as we don't leave the country."

They might've officially retired a few months ago, but that didn't mean they'd be dead. After all they'd never be the kind to be content with a 'normal' life. Even if there was no one to hunt them anymore, neither from interpol nor from any organization - Namjoon and Hoseok having liquidated 'owl inc' and its branches only a year ago  - they still wanted to keep the excitement, thrill and fun. Just in smaller portions here and there.

"Anyway, let's go."

Arabella tossed him the second helmet before putting her own on and he got on the bike behind her. His arms wrapping around her waist, purposely way too high to be closer to her boobs and she rolled her eyes. Already used to his attics.

She switched the ignition button on, her foot kicking up the kickstand. "By the way," he spoke up then, propping his chin on her shoulder with an arched brow as he curiously looked up to her. "Don't you think it'd be better not to drive the bike for now? You know, because of the.." His eyes pointed down at her belly before returning to her.

She kind of wanted to be annoyed at him for even suggesting this, but then again she understood his worries. She pecked his cheek. "When the bump starts showing, I will," she smiled and squeezed the clutch lever all the way to the grip. His arms tightening around her.

And they drove off.

THE END

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-thank you all for reading this story! it was fun writing something totally new for once, so hope you also had fun reading it!

❗ the sequel a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg is out as well!

❗the prequel "a thief's origin ✨ || bts • kth" along with one shots for jungkook and seokjin are in the works!

- check out my other bts stories, too: here

[clockworkrosea]

911, what’s your emergency? | series masterlist

→ summary: your rise and fall as the korean national police agency’s best investigator, and the role that 8 people play in it. as they say, the higher you rise, the harder you fall. 

→ pairings: jeon jungkook/you, kim namjoon/oc

→ series warnings: mentions of blood, death, murder, torture, the mafia, explosions, the works. 

→ genre: heavy angst, hurt/no comfort?, mafia au, second person pov, slow burn, enemies to lovers

→ a/n: we run it back!! i’m not really into bts anymore but i really do love the premise of this story and i wanted to rewrite some of it now that i have more time (a lie) and more experience (a truth) under my belt. it holds the same core premise but storylines are actually planned out and it’s going to be second person (no y/n, basically). hope u like :) 

i. no angels left to save. 

  → you’ve fought long and hard, but that doesn’t make you any better than the rest. 

ii. leave nothing to chance. 

  → and thus, you begin your investigation into the kingpins of the korean underground.

iii. in the eye of the storm. 

  → an explosive encounter marks the first confrontation.

iv. if these walls could talk. 

  → in the silence, the ghosts of the past return to haunt you.

v. let the choir bells ring. 

  → the city lights up purple as police sirens ring through korea. 

vi. girls talk and criminals walk.

  → you can't pass up the chance to meet with the most dangerous woman in korea.

vii. know what you follow.

  → the blowback of yesterday's events come quickly.

viii. now you see me.

  → you catch wind of plans for the heist of the century.

ix. paid good money.

  → the underground's entertainment scene roars with new life.

x. mo cuishle.

  → a failed sting operation brings you back to your roots, whether you want it or not.

to be cont. 

[jemshopes]

You Haunt Me || Taekook

--Taekook historical au

-- mutual pining, hurt/comfort, angst, slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers.

Jungkook is a prince of a prosperous kingdom and has been betrothed to wed a beautiful princess from a foreign land. But when he meets her he can’t help his eyes from wandering to her brother, Taehyung, the newly crowned king, who stands hand in hand with his own beautiful wife. 

Just picture this. There's rumours of a war brewing in the west. Taehyung is the new king of a very powerful kingdom in the wake of his father (the old king) passing away. Jungkook is the prince of a much smaller kingdom that wants to make an alliance with Taehyung to protect themselves in case a war does break out, and it just so happens Taehyung is now in charge of marrying his sister off. Honestly I’m kind of thinking like almost a Bridgerton Edwina, Kate and Anthony situation. 

From the moment Jungkook and Tae first see each other they’re both very hot and bothered, and Jungkook is terrible at hiding it and he thinks Taehyung hates him because Taehyung is always so reserved and cold towards him or just a bit rude.

Jungkook has never particularly kicked up a fuss about having to have an arranged marriage. He knows it's his duty as a prince and as the future king. But when he sees Taehyung it just changes everything. Jungkook cannot stop thinking about him and when Taehyung acts so cold towards him it devastates Jungkook. Because he’s trying so hard to get to know his future brother-in-law, he’s trying so hard to feign interest in Taehyung's sister. She's a lovely person and he genuinely enjoys talking to her. Perhaps if Taehyung did not exist he could even one day fall in love with her—Jungkook is no stranger to finding both men and women attractive—but Taehyung does exist. Taehyung has a wife, also a wonderful person. Jungkook just needs Taehyung to treat him kindly because he cannot bear the thought of Taehyung hating him for some unknown reason on top of everything else. Perhaps if Taehyung did not treat him so coldly then Jungkook's feelings for him would not feel so strong. 

He snaps one evening after several failed attempts to engage Taehyung in conversation.

He found him in the palace library and it was just the two of them. and Jungkook had drunk just enough wine at dinner to be brave enough to blurt, “Did I do something to offend you? Please, if I do, tell me and I shall make it right. I would hate for there to be any animosity between us given that we are to be family.” 

Taehyung looks at him with an unreadable expression. The same unreadable expression that has been driving Jungkook crazy for several weeks now. 

“You have not offended me,” he says simply, and goes back to his book.

“Then why do you treat me so coldly?” Jungkook asks, wanting to rip the book from Taehyung’s hands (and quite possibly rip Tae’s clothes from his body). 

“I do not treat you coldly,” Taehyung says, standing and heading towards the door. “I treat everyone this way. Goodnight.” 

But Jungkook finds himself following Taehyung down the palace corridors. “I do not believe you. I have seen you smile at my mother, my father, your sister. You have smiled at the servants. You have never smiled at me.” 

“Perhaps it is a coincidence?”

“It is not! Please tell me what I did wrong!” 

“You have done nothing wrong.” 

“I must have!” 

“I do not know what you want me to say. Perhaps you would prefer that I lie and say you have?” Taehyung sounds irritable now, but he doesn’t stop walking and he doesn’t look back.

“I would prefer the truth,” Jungkook huffs. “How can you let your sister marry someone who you seem to despise? Are you so cold hearted that—“

Taehyung rounds on him, eyes burning. “Let us say for a moment that I do despise you,” he says in a deadly whisper, taking a step so close that it forces Jungkook to move backwards. “Do you really think accusing me of being heartless and hounding me as I make my way to bed will change my mind about you?”

Jungkook's back hits the wall and he finds himself gazing into Taehyung's eyes. They’re much too close. Taehyung isn’t moving. They’re both breathing hard. Jungkook’s mind empties of words even though he knows he’s supposed to be answering Taehyung’s question. He stares at Taehyung’s lips and it seems Taehyung stands there for an eternity, the animosity in his eyes fading little by little as they search Jungkook's. 

He steps away from Jungkook hastily when footsteps echo from around the corner, and Jungkook finds himself breathless and alone in the dark.

From there I picture many more arguments and much more heavy breathing and getting a liiiitle bit too close. Jungkook doesn’t feel like he can let himself kiss taehyung because, 1. Tae is married, and 2. Jungkook is supposed to be marrying Tae's sister in about a month.

Taehyung is obviously treating Jungkook coldly because Taehyung finds him very attractive and he can’t be with him because he’s just arranged for his sister to marry Jungkook. Even though his sister has expressed multiple times that she doesn’t particularly want to marry Jungkook, Taehyung still can’t act on his feelings because the marriage is still taking place for political reasons. Taehyung has the weight of an entire kingdom on his shoulders and he’s drowning under the pressure a little bit. a lot. 

This is what first brings him and Jungkook closer together, and begins to build a mutual understanding and friendship between them. Taehyung receives a message from back home with bad news—rebellions in his own kingdom, against a law he had put in place. He receives it during evening drinks and excuses himself to read it. 

Jungkook excuses himself too because he’s nosy, and he finds Tae having a panic attack of sorts. And he really sees a different side of Taehyung that evening, a vulnerable side. Taehyung is barely a man and he doesn’t know how to rule a kingdom. He tells Jungkook everything he’s been struggling with in a hushed voice as they sit on one of the palace balconies. 

“I have been trained for this my entire life, but no amount of training can truly prepare anyone. I only wish my father were not dead. He was not a good man, but if he were here then I would not have to do all of this.” 

“Why are you telling me all of this?” Jungkook asks quietly. 

Taehyung shrugs. “Because you found me out here. Because I have not told a soul any of my troubles since I was crowned king. Because I do not want you to think that I despise you. I would not have chosen you for my sister if I thought you were not a decent person, although I must admit, hearing rumours that you have a preference for men did make me hesitate in my decision.”

It's a bold thing to say. It catches Jungkook off guard. “I… I…” 

“We all have our preferences,” Taehyung says, gazing at the palace gardens far below them. “I would not begrudge any man his. It is only that I would not want my sister to marry a man who could never love her.”

“My preference is for both men and women,” Jungkook admits. It's the first time he’s told anyone. Most likely the only time he ever will. It’s foolish to tell Taehyung, given that liking men is hardly smiled upon.

“So you will love my sister then?” Taehyung asks the question so earnestly that all Jungkook can do is nod. Of course he will. That is their arrangement. “I would like us to be friends,” Taehyung breathes. “Enough of this animosity between us.”

“I would like that too,” Jungkook says softly. 

Their hands touch in the darkness and neither of them pull away, both pretending no touch is taking place. 

“Friends it is then,” Taehyung says. 

“Yes. Friends.”

But friendship does nothing to satiate his desire, which only seems to grow by the day. He keeps Taehyung’s secret, that he is floundering and has no idea what he is doing as his kingdom's new ruler, and Taehyung keeps his. Taehyung even confides in him that the only reason he and his sister came three months before the wedding was due to take place is because Taehyung just wanted to escape from being king for a little while. At least being away he can delegate most of the decisions to his advisors and can lounge and walk in the gardens. 

Their first kiss happens in a feverish fumbling of hands and teeth and lips, in the dark of the gardens where they had decided to take an evening stroll after dinner. Jungkook had tried to offer to take Taehyung’s sister for a walk, but she had declined saying she was too tired, and Taehyung had volunteered in her stead. Jungkook isn’t quite sure how the kiss happens. One minute they’re laughing, the next he’s being pressed against the rough trunk of a tree, moaning softly into Taehyung's mouth. 

They break apart abruptly, Jungkook shoving Taehyung back, both horrified.

“I am to marry your sister!” Jungkook hisses, fingers pressed to his lips. “You are married!” 

“A mistake,” Taehyung breathes. “Too much wine. We were not thinking clearly.” 

“We were not,” Jungkook says, smoothing his hair and rumpled shirt. He's burning all over. “Let us not… let us not speak of this again. It never happened.” 

“What never happened?” Taehyung asks, too shakily to truly make the joke funny. 

“Exactly. We are friends. Nothing more.” 

“Nothing more.” 

“Exactly.” 

“Exactly.”

If only it were that easy. They part that night without exchanging another word, but when Jungkook goes to bed he can’t rid himself of the memory of Taehyung’s lips on his. And over the next few days he finds a question burning within him whenever he sees taehyung, but he’s too

burdened by guilt to ask it. 

Then Taehyung leaves the palace. Two weeks to go until the wedding and apparently business is too urgent back at home for him to stay away another moment. He leaves his wife behind to ensure his sister’s comfort and safety.

Jungkook has resigned himself to his fate again until he’s walking in the gardens one day with Taehyung’s wife and she says quite plainly, “My husband has told me of what happened between you two beneath this tree.” 

Jungkook is just gobsmacked. “Wh-what happened?”

“Oh, do not look so surprised. And do not deny it. He did not betray me by kissing you, if that is one of your concerns. His royal highness and I… we married out of convenience, not for love or lust. We have freedom within this marriage to be with whomever we wish.”

“Oh,” Jungkook says quietly. 

“You will not have that freedom if you marry my sister-in-law,” she says. “I have seen the way you look at his royal highness. Our sister deserves better than a marriage with a man who cannot keep his eyes or his hands off of her brother.”

“I know she does,” Jungkook says. “but I… I simply cannot stop this wedding. I am doing it for my kingdom. I always have been. We do not marry for love. You of all people should know that.”

“I am aware of what this marriage is. and what my own marriage was,” she says mildly. “But if you go through with it I expect you to remain faithful to her and only her. There will be no exceptions. She dreams of true love and although she has no illusions about this marriage either, I would like for her to find happiness in it given time.”

“I promise you,” Jungkook says, although it breaks his heart. “I would never be unfaithful to her in our marriage. I truly believe she deserves happiness and I would do my best to give her that.”

“Good. Because if you fail I will gouge out your eyes and feed them to you. Understood?” 

“Understood.”

And so Jungkook is right and royally screwed. The wedding is a week away and he cannot think of a way to get out of it. He cannot stop thinking of Taehyung. He cannot stop hoping that Taehyung will show up, his business in his own kingdom having been resolved in time to attend the wedding after all. 

Two days before the wedding is to take place, there comes terrible news. It feels like a sick and twisted answer to all of Jungkook's prayers. There has been an assassination attempt on Taehyung’s life. Poison. Taehyung is dying. Or he may be dying. The doctors are searching frantically for a cure. 

At this news Taehyung's sister comes to Jungkook, pleading with him to postpone the wedding, to allow her to travel home to see her brother. Jungkook of course agrees and says he’ll go with her too. For protection of course. Not because he is desperate to see Taehyung again in case he dies. 

When they arrive at the palace in Taehyung’s kingdom and are escorted to Taehyung's bed chambers and finally see Taehyung, pale and unconscious in his bed, Jungkook cries. He finds himself torn between feel sick and needing to leave the room so he does not have to see Taehyung like this anymore and rushing to his bedside to tend to him. He leaves because he does not want anyone to see how affected he is by Taehyung’s sickness, but later that night he makes his way back to Taehyung’s chambers and sits with him. 

When asked, the doctors tell Jungkook that Taehyung most likely has a week left. They have slowed the poison, but finding an antidote is proving impossible. He is simply getting worse.

They leave Jungkook alone and Jungkook sits for a long while and holds Taehyung’s hand as he sleeps. Around midnight, Taehyung stirs, waking just barely. Or waking only as much as he can in his state of delirium.

“It is you,” he breathes, lifting a weak hand to touch Jungkook's face. “I am dreaming.” 

“You are not,” Jungkook says, smiling despite everything. “We came as soon as we heard.” 

“I dreamed my sister was here also…” 

“She is here. Asleep at the moment. In her own chambers.”

“But…” Taehyung coughs, a dry, hacking sound that shakes his body. “She cannot be here,” he says, faint at first, then insistently. “She cannot be here. It is not safe.” 

“They caught the poisoner. She is quite safe. Relax. Everything will be alright.”

He pushes Taehyung down gently and there is so little strength left in Taehyung’s body that he slumps the few inches he’s managed to raise himself, turning his face into his pillow. 

Jungkook dabs his forehead with a damp cloth left by the doctors. “You will be alright.”

Tears wet Taehyung's cheeks. “I deserved this. I am no good at being king. I only hope my wife will be a better one when I am gone.” 

“You are not going to die,” Jungkook says firmly. “We will find a cure.” He refuses to accept that Taehyung will be gone. “I have sent for the finest healers in my kingdom.” 

Taehyung's eyes begin to close. “That is good,” he murmurs. “Stay with me until they come. I would hate to be alone.” 

“I will. Have some water before you sleep.” 

Taehyung grimaces. “I only feel sicker when I do.”

Jungkook lets Taehyung sleep. After a moment's thought he finds himself inspecting the jug of water and the plate of half eaten food at Taehyung's bedside.

He calls in the doctors. “Bring me the queen.”

“She is asleep, your royal highness. it would not be—“ 

“Bring her to me.”

“Is his majesty’s health—“ 

“No. He is the same. I merely require a word with her.” 

“Then perhaps you should wait until mor—“

“Am I or am I not a prince engaged to marry his majesty’s sister, the princess? Do as I say at once!” 

Five minutes later Taehyung’s wife walks into the room, followed by the doctors. but she dismisses them with a wave of her hand when she sees Jungkook's face. 

“What is it?” 

“Who do you trust in this palace?” Jungkook asks. “Who do you truly trust?”

“My lady’s maid,” she answers.

“The one who came with you on your visit to my kingdom?” 

“Yes.” 

“She can cook, I presume?” 

“Of course she can.”

“I think we should have her prepare his majesty’s meals from now on. Her and only her. No one else shall handle it. Nor his drink.”

“Very well,” she says. She doesn’t ask questions. She doesn’t have to. “What of the doctors?” 

“Do you trust them?” 

“They have been at the palace for several years.”

“But do you trust them?” 

“I shall find new doctors tomorrow. Are you planning to stay here all night?”

“For his protection, yes.” 

“Thank you,” she says gratefully. “One day you will make a good king. Taehyung has never been particularly good in a crisis.”

The next few days pass by sluggishly. Taehyung sleeps mostly, waking only for brief intervals to sip water and choke down a little food. The healer Jungkook has summoned arrives and begins treating Taehyung. and it is a relief to everyone. Jungkook’s kingdom is famed for its healers, its advances in medicine. 

Taehyung is still dropping in and out of delirium a day later however, when he wakes for a little while. Jungkook and the princess sit with him, but Taehyung scarcely seems to know his sister is present. He’s mumbling incoherently, seeming to be half dreaming. 

Then, looking towards Jungkook, he says, “It was a mistake I would make a thousand times over. I hate myself for it, but I cannot regret it either. To kiss you… I… I still smell the grass and the tree and feel your hands… You haunt me…” His words fade, his eyelids drooping. 

Jungkook tries to laugh it off. “I wonder who he thought he was seeing.” But he feels shaken to his very core because haunted is exactly how he feels by Taehyung too. 

“Not his wife, that is certain,” the princess says faintly, but she sounds far away.

Later, Taehyung's wife tells them both to go out and get some fresh air. She will watch over Taehyung for the afternoon. So Jungkook walks with the princess through the palace gardens. 

“My brother is quite smitten with you, isn’t he?” the princess asks mildly. “He saw no one but you when he said those words.” 

Jungkook almost laughs. “I do not think he is smitten with me.” Taehyung had been delirious. Taehyung had left. Taehyung had said their kiss was a mistake. “I assure you I am not… I do not…”

“You kissed him then?” she asks, ignoring his protests. 

Jungkook nods once. He cannot lie any longer. to lie would not conceal the truth from her. she knows already. “Once. Never again. It was a mistake. We both agreed it.”

She nods, gazing out towards the high hedges of the maze at the end of the garden. “I should have known. You have shown so little true interest in me. I had expected us to share a kiss or two, but now I realise…” 

“I cannot begin to apolo—“

“Do not bother. I never really wanted to marry you anyway. You never really wanted to marry me either. When I met you, though, I thought you would make a husband I could be happy with. You are kind and sweet. now i see that that can never happen.”

“Wait, we must—this marriage is bigger than both of us. It is for our kingdoms. I cannot not marry you.” 

She looks at him levelly, eyes unreadable as Taehyung’s had once been whenever he looked at Jungkook. “This marriage is for your kingdom, not mine. I can walk away whenever I want. It is you who needs me. Perhaps you should have thought of how important it was before you decided to act so recklessly. Be with my brother if you wish to, but neither you nor he will force me into a marriage like this. If my brother’s feelings for you are true, you will not need a marriage to protect your kingdom. If they are not true then…” She shrugs and walks away. “I suppose I will receive news of your kingdom being overthrown soon enough.”

Jungkook avoids everyone for several days after that encounter. He considers going home, but to go back to his parents and tell them what a mess he’s made is impossible. He has to fix this somehow. If only he can bring himself to go to Taehyung’s chambers. But he is afraid of what Taehyung will tell him and he is ashamed of how he has treated Taehyung's sister, so he spends his days in the chambers he has been given to sleep in and walks in the gardens. Servants bring him news of Taehyung’s improving condition from time to time.

Until one day he rounds a corner in the garden to find Taehyung standing before him, looking pale and fragile, but out of bed for the first time in weeks. 

“Y-your majesty…” 

Taehyung smiles at him tentatively. “I was told I would find you out here.” 

“Has the princess—“

“She has told me everything,” Taehyung says. 

“Will you walk with me then?” Jungkook asks in a strangled voice. “I must explain everything. I must beg… I must… I…” 

Taehyung shakes his head. “I am afraid I am not quite up to walking. If you will sit with me instead I would be grateful.” 

“Of course. Anything you wish.” 

They sit side by side on a stone bench and Jungkook wastes no time in beginning to speak. “I beg of you to not forsake my kingdom now that this marriage has fallen to pieces. My kingdom does not—I have a duty and I cannot let my kingdom be destroyed if there is a war. You are our only hope. I know we have so little to offer, but—“ 

Taehyung holds up a hand. “My sister spoke rashly the other day. Understandably. We have caused her great hurt. I do need your kingdom—your healers have knowledge and herbs that are hard to come by here, and if a war did break out your kingdom gives us an invaluable advantage due to its location. I am willing to form an alliance without marriage, so do not worry over your people’s safety. You saved my life. I owe you everything.”

“I cannot thank you enough,” Jungkook says, blinking hard. “I cannot… i… you owe me nothing. I cannot thank you enough.”

Taehyung shakes his head as if to say it's nothing. “I have been informed by my wife that she told you of our arrangement, the freedom we have in our marriage.” 

Jungkook's heart begins to thrum. “Yes. She did.” 

“I have also been informed of what I said while I was sick. And I want you to know I meant every word. You have haunted me since I first laid eyes on you. At first, I thought I could push you away, that I could push my desire for you away. But it did not work. And then we became friends and I found my desire only became stronger. It was a desire not only for your body, but for who you are inside. Our kiss has haunted me in every sleeping and waking moment since it happened. Every time you look at me. every time you touch me, even if it is the slightest brush of your skin against mine. I left because I was afraid I would not be able to contain myself. And with your permission, if you feel as haunted as I do, I should like to stop containing myself now.”

“You have my permission,” Jungkook breathes.

Their kiss is deep, but Jungkook finds himself holding the king carefully, not at all like the frantic nights he has pictured happening between them. Their corner of the garden is concealed, so they do not worry as they undress each other and Jungkook lays Taehyung down in the grass. It pains him to see the angles of Taehyung’s bones, the aftermath of Taehyung’s poisoning, and how little food he has been able to eat. So he kisses Taehyung’s body softly. They move together, the rich scent of grass and earth and summer blossoms all about them. And when they can contain themselves no longer, when kissing is too difficult and the peace of the summer's day is punctuated by soft noises they cannot hold back, they still, their foreheads pressed together, Taehyung’s hands in Jungkook's hair. Chests heaving, they lay together in the grass, basking in the remnants of the waves of pleasure that have washed over them. 

“I think that will haunt me for a very long time,” Jungkook murmurs at last. 

Taehyung smiles widely. “Perhaps we can avoid any future hauntings?”

“I would like that,” Jungkook says, kissing him softly. 

“There is plenty of space in my bed chambers for another, if you would like to stay here permanently to conduct the necessary negotiations between our two kingdoms,” Taehyung mumbles.

“Those negotiations are very necessary,” Jungkook agrees, kissing Taehyung’s jaw. 

“Exactly.” 

“Exactly.”

[giventae]

My fics

Collar

rated: Explicit

alternate universe - modern setting

omegaverse

hybrid taehyung/human jimin

multi-chaptered (ongoing)

smut/fluff/angst

i hate you (to the moon and back)

rated: Explicit

alternate universe - high school football

enemies to lovers

rich jimin/poor taehyung

multi-chaptered (completed)

smut/fluff/angst

Sk8er boi

rated: Explicit

alternate universe - high school

ballerino jimin/skater boy taehyung

grumpy x sunshine

multi-chaptered (ongoing)

smut/fluff/angst

But...he's a cheerleader!

rated: Explicit

alternate universe - university

cheerleader Taehyung/football player Jimin

enemies to lovers

multi-chaptered (ongoing)

smut/fluff/angst

Honeymoon in Hawaii (Explicit)

rated: Explicit

canon compliant

2017 Hawaii Bon Voyage

best friends to lovers

one-shot

fluff/smut

Enigma

rated: Explicit

royalty / omegaverse au

arranged marriage

enemies to lovers

multi-chaptered

smut/fluff/angst

I'm with you

rated: Explicit

zombie apocalypse au

friends to lovers

enemies to lovers

one shot

smut and fluff and angst

If you can't stand him, bend him over

rated: Explicit

yoonjin

college/university au

academic rivals

one-shot

pure smut (with a pinch of fluff)

You're my baby

rated: Explicit

yoonjin

canon compliant

bon voyage season 2

whipped boyfriends yoonjin

one-shot

smut and fluff

[hanniefiles]

you and taehyung have a rather interesting dynamic, to say the least.

if you were to call constant bickering, a heated rivalry, and an incapability to behave civilly around one another 'interesting', then yes, precisely that.

it had all started with the pair of you both studying a master of music in jazz studies, where you found yourself glaring daggers at a shaggy-haired individual seated a few rows ahead in a lecture, whilst he contradicted one of your points regarding the presence of saxophones within orchestras. safe to say, kim taehyung had not known just how much you hated to be wrong, and the sheer length of time you could hold a grudge. in turn, you had not known what a stubborn, hot-tempered shithead he was.

and so began the intense animosity between the two of you, which admittedly made your saxophone theory professor tremble nervously down to his boots.

but you'd never realised before a certain point how much taehyung's words set off fiery sparks in your brain. it was... stimulating, to have someone challenge you, and make you think. or what a perfect slope his nose formed in his side profile, and the way the loose t-shirts you once so eloquently mocked for being 'ratty', hung perfectly on his slim figure. all of a sudden, taehyung's deep baritone voice made your toes curl with tension - not with annoyance.

oh. you think. i like him.

fuck.

{ taehyung doesn't quite know how to put it into words. he doesn't even know when his feelings shifted. he's only ever been good with music notes; he found his freedom in tracing the length of his saxophone, sounding out sweet melodies. so how is he meant to tell you that you make his heart sing? that you strum chords with his veins, and his blood hums whenever you're near? }

[jboofan]

There's something wrong with Manager Kim YN part 29

I'm not a fan

When the door swung open that evening, Yoongi wasn't prepared to see YN waltz into the lounge in a dress that should never have left her bedroom.

"What the—" he managed under his breath as Ari went off in search of more colouring paper.

"What are you doing here?"

"Where are you going like that?"

They both muted having asked each other simultaneously.

"Ari, be a good girl for Uncle Jin," she kissed her head, grabbed her handbag and headed off.

"Mama you didn't kiss Dad bye."

Yoongi chuckled at the little girl's words. He would definitely give her an allowance now. That's what you did with kids right?

YN looked at Ari, "Mama's kisses aren't for your Dad hun." She grabbed her phone.

"You look really um, wow" he said.

"Thanks...Bye Yoongo." She answered reluctantly as she disappeared shortly after, and they heard the front door close in the distance.

"Sweetie, where did your Mama go?"

Ari carried on drawing around Yoongi's hand. "Mama's gone out with Bambam."

"Bambam?" he asked. "Uncle Jackson's friend?"

"Yep."

"Interesting." He watched the front door for a moment.

YN laughed as she saw Bambam, covering her mouth.

"Hey" he said leaning on his car, sunglasses on trying to look cool. "How's it going?"

"Dork," she shook her head and they met with laughter. 

"How's Ari?" he asked as he drove through the courtyard and back out through the entrance.

"She's good. She's having pizza night with Jin and Yoongi probably."

"Yoongi?" he looked at her.

"What do you mean Yoongi?"

"Jackson said you were married to a guy, then when you went back with him you didn't mention his name, and I guess he's her dad?"

She looked him dead in the eye, "Yes."

Bambam tried to lighten the mood, "we love her all the same, she's definitely gone on her mom."

He gave her a smile and a wink.

**

Yoongi looked at Jin as they sat on the sofa Ari between them watching Frozen. 

"So YN and Bambam.." he asked.

"Yeah.." Jin chuckled, he knew where this was going, he threw some popcorn into his mouth.

"What's their deal?"

"They met out in New York. I remembered her saying he went to a fashion show of hers and at some point she was over in Thailand when he was performing there..they hit it off I suppose."

"So they're dating then?"

"OK it's awkward talking to you about her love life. Just ask her." Jin took a swig of his beer.

Yoongi didn't say anything for a bit, "He seems to know Ari well.."

"They've known each other a while." Jin waited for a response, hiding a smirk once he got a reaction out of him.

"Yeah, I'm not a fan," Yoongi huffed.

**

Yoongi lay in bed, tossing and turning as he lay awake thinking of YN.

He remembered her body, the taste of her lips, her skin; each etch and groove and he had never experienced anything like that union of two bodies ever again.

Their souls had fused together; his heart taken and he had never felt the same ever again. Until he saw her again.

He sighed, sitting up to hold his head. Yoongi hated this. He would miss her most nights, but especially the sleepless ones. He would lay there, knowing Ha-Na was in his life but that spark, it wasn't there unless he thought of YN. He refused to admit it, but on many occasions he had even fantasised about her.

Imagining the two of them walking down by the river, or impressing her with new music he had been working on.

Yoongi sighed deeply. Even after all this time he still wondered why he just couldn't move on.

YN had moved on, apparently with Bambam, and it ate him up inside. He growled loudly.

"I should have left after dropping Ari home," he rubbed his eyes, "should never have stayed long enough to see that damn dress," he mumbled to himself.

Knowing what she was wearing, how she did her hair or which lipstick was on her plump lips drove him insane. All he could think about was whether Bambam had kissed her or not, if he could make her happier.

He felt the dread creep into his heart, the anger start to boil. He stood breathing fast, he was jealous. Scratch that he was beyond jealous. He felt possessive.

This should have been his family set up, but now it was Bambam who would be there, and not him.

He looked up at the sky one last time, the moon shining so brightly through the frosty window, his eyes moist with tears. He couldn't believe that he had missed his chance, he refused to.

**

YN poured another glass of wine and sat out in the garden starring up at the night sky. Bambam made her smile, he was funny and adored Ari. She chuckled at the ways in which he had made her laugh tonight when they arrived back from their evening gala.

The laughs gave way to melancholy as she sighed and drank deeply from her glass. Seeing Yoongi was difficult, he had gotten even bigger which she had thought was impossible, stronger physically but the way his soul searched for hers hadn't changed.

He had tattooed himself to her heart the night they made Ari, and no matter how much she wanted to give herself, her heart to someone; anyone else.. no one could compare to him.

"That pasty good for nothing, with that - gorgeous long hair and sexy hands," she cursed out loud.

He'd branded her and it was permanent, he'd given her the most wonderful gift in Ari and for that alone she couldn't turn her back on him. She'd tried for 3 years but had failed miserably; no matter how hard she pushed away, the universe pulled her just as tightly back to where she left off.

She wiped a fallen tear, and looked at the moon, no matter how hard she tried, everything came back to him. "You ruined everything. I was doing fine. But now..."

*

Jimin sighed moving away from Yoongi's door and tiptoed quickly back to his room, closing the door silently.

"Jin hyung," he started, paranoid he was going to get caught for spying.

"Ya, why are you calling this late?"

"Why am I calling? You're the one that said we should help them get back together."

"Ok, well, couldn't this wait til the morning?"

"Hyung, every night he does this. He doesn't sleep, sits talking to the window and then looks so withdrawn during the day. It's so sad it breaks my heart."

"He's not drinking like before is he?" Jin padded down the stairs, spotting YN outside also nursing a drink.

"No, we'd know if he was back to that. I don't care what anyone says, YNnie leaving broke us all. But him, I feel bad the way we cut him out. But he wouldn't tell us why she left."

"I know," Jin admitted sadly, "But there's nothing we can do to change the past, but we can help them the best we can."

"He's been swearing about GOT7 soon as he got in, what's that about?"

Jin couldn't help but chuckle. "The shit is jealous of BamBam. He and YN went out to a gala thing, and I may have forgotten to tell him that there were lots of other people there.."

"Hyung!" Jimin scolded, "no wonder he is so upset!"

"Chill your pants. We'll think of something. Get the boys together." Jin hung up and joined her in the garden.

"YN," he looked around for a chair.

"Hmm?" she looked up at him. "Dude you need new PJ's. I swear you got some for Christmas."

Jin gave her a grin.

"I'm embarrassed for you."

Jin patted down his old but comfy shirt. "It's comfortable," he defended as he pointed a slipper at her. "Enough staring at the sky dramatically. It's late, go to bed."

YN tried to not take the piss when she could see he was trying to be brotherly.

"Fine," she finally lamented. "Let me just take the rubbish out. I keep forgetting."

Jin nodded, locking the garden doors. "Yeah you do that, it's your turn."

YN dragged the wheelie bin down the driveway and left it by the kerb. She looked down the street past a set of cars…and froze.

YN was absolutely sure that the car she had seen in the parking garage regularly, was now parked halfway down the block with a man sitting in it. As soon as he could, he pulled out and turned at the corner, moving away from her, but she was positive this time it was the same car and the same man.

"What is it?"

YN shook her head and sighed as she locked the front door.

"I know mom is happy we're both back here, but she's taking it too far."

"What you mean? What could she possibly do from home? The doctors said she needs to stay out the cold to get over the pnemonia," he said getting up from the bottom step.

"Seokjin, I swear she's having me followed. I remember there being someone ages ago. And lately whenever I get in the car, or wherever I am. I swear I've seen that same dark car following me."

"I'm sure it's nothing. But, I'll ask her tomorrow," he told her, squeezing her shoulder in reassurance.

YN stormed into her mother's living room as the housekeeper disappeared after letting her in.

"YN what a pleasant surprise," Mrs Bang looked over her tea cup.

"Ma, I don't have time for niceties."

She set the cup down gently. "You didn't say much when you shouted down the phone about something, but I couldn't get discipher it."

Her mother held her hands in her lap and looked back at YN as she refused to sit, and stood.

"What have I done wrong this time?" Mrs Bang asked.

"We already apologised to Yoongi and I understand how awful I've been to the two of you before you left. But I'm so grateful you came back, and Ari too. I won't interfere again."

YN looked back at her cautiously.

"Your brother already explained how much you love him, and that Yoongi genuinely loves you both back. Who are we to stand in the way of your happiness," tears began to fall down her cheeks as she dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief.

YN was stunned as she watched her mother cry and couldn't help but feel guilty.

“I don’t know how things got this bad. There’s nothing I can say to make this right. But, I can see that you and Yoongi love each other,” she continued.

"I don't, I mean I do, but it's not that straightforward," YN mumbled.

"Well I caught your heart eyes for him when Ari mentioned she had spent time with him.. Jin also said that he's really quite the father."

YN burst with happiness inside when her mother spoke of YN’s love for him.

Now if only I could figure out if he means what he says for real.

More than anything, deep down she wanted to see if they could share a life together.

“It’s all right,” she started to say, but her mother cut her off.

“No, it’s not, YN,” she said firmly again, with a shake of her head. “I know that now. I want you to know I’m going to get help with this. I got so lost in my head when you stopped listening and didn't want to come back. That I’ve been angry and hateful ever since. It was like a poison washing over me. And I let it change the way I saw you and everyone around me. Jin and your fatherbtried to tell me so many times but I never listened. I never saw how much my hatred and anger was hurting all of you, because I never wanted to see it."

YN watched her cautiously while she continued, wishing to believe that she could have a mother that supported her just like how everyone else around her had one.

“I know it’s taken time to earn back your trust, and I won’t ever be able to make everything up to you, but I’m going to try.”

YN laughed and came around the table to hug her mother, and hoped that this truly was a genuine change for her and a chance for her to have her old mom back.

“But, I do expect invitations to dinner from time to time. And, Yoongi should come too. And Ari. I don’t see my own granddaughter often enough,” she insisted.

“Does this mean you’ll call off your private investigator? He's been following me and Yoongi for ages," YN asked and she laughed, relieved to be able to put all of this behind them.

Mrs Bang pulled out of her arms and looked at her quizzically. “I didn’t hire an investigator, dear,” she said.

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[casnextdoor]

AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES

Chapter 5– “bffr”

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A/N— thinkin about doing a bonus chapter with the replies for the tweet… only thinkin. sorry for the typos once again but in my defense, this is what texting me looks like.

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[crownjimin]

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 060 | sweet like a caramel macchiato, part two.

coffee — the enemies to lovers social media au where min yoongi refuses to date a cheerleader, but yoon haryun might be able to change that.

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tag(s): @secretlycrazyhummingbird @preciouschimine @bubblytaetae @btsarmymochi97 @chogiyeol-utopia @flyxfall @cherrybubblesandvodka

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After they made their way through most of the exhibits, Haryun found herself growing hungry. Of course, she suggested they go to the gift shop on their way out. She claimed the souvenir was for Moonhee, but Yoongi watched as she carefully examined each stuffed animal until she found the perfect one. 

The lucky stuffed animal she decided to take home was a bottlenose dolphin. Although they didn’t see any at the aquarium, Haryun wanted that specific one and who was Yoongi to deny her that request. 

“I’m naming him Dahee,” Haryun said as they walked to an open market that was a few blocks down and Yoongi suggested they went to. When Haryun had mentioned to him that she was hungry, he figured it was the best decision since there would be an array of food to choose from. “Y’know because he’s a dolphin.”

“Dahee does not mean dolphin.”

“No, but it does start with a ‘D’.”

“So are you going to name all of your children C names because child starts with ‘C’?” Yoongi asked.

Haryun gave him a bored look. “Please, only ask me smart questions.”

In a swift motion, Yoongi scooped one of Haryun’s hands into his, and he began swinging them back and forth. “Sing for me?”

Since Yoongi held up his end of the bargain, Haryun planned to uphold hers. “Any song request?”

“I don’t mind anything,” he assured. “Just want to hear you sing.”

She’s silent for a few moments. There were a few options she felt fit the moment right, but she didn’t quite know all of the words. Once she decided on what she felt was the proper and best song, Haryun sang. 

“Its a long way to California, its a long way to the palm trees.” Her voice was soft and blended into the night while she sang. She watched Yoongi close his eyes for a moment as she continued, basking in her voice after so long of not hearing it.

Never did Haryun receive any training for her voice. Many would compliment her on her voice and that they liked it, but for some reason, Yoongi and his love for her voice had a special meaning. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that Yoongi studied music, so he had an ear for melodies and tuned voices. He was as close to an expert that Haryun knew, and if he found her voice well enough to listen to then maybe she would sing more often.

It wasn’t that she had no confidence in her voice, but sometimes she would be reminded that it was not something to practice toward improving, so maybe he singing voice wasn’t great. But as she continued singing while they walked to the open market and Yoongi gasped with each lyric she sang, Haryun finally felt comfortable with this side of her that she attempted to put on the back burner for so long.

Ten minutes into their walk and halfway through Haryun’s song, they came upon the market. Even in the dark hours of the night, the market bustled as people just like them, hungry for late-night authentic cuisine, came to get their fill.

The two of them visited a few different stands, gathering as much food as their empty stomachs groaned for. Yoongi got two corndogs and some jjajangmyeon while Haryun settled for two rolls of gimbap and an American-style burger stacked with different condiments and add-ons. The two had even managed to get a serving of soondae from an ahjumma that thought the two of them were “just the cutest pair~”.

So with their arms full of all of the food they managed to hoard, the two found a bench far enough from the market to not be disturbed by the loud chatter but also close enough to use the residual light.

They sat down in unison, laying all of the food between the two of them giving each other the opportunity to pick and choose what they wanted to eat.

“I haven’t had proper soondae in a while,” Yoongi muttered as he ate a piece. His sounds of delight were endearing to Haryun as he hummed to himself in satisfaction. “It’s really good.”

Haryun took a bite of her first roll of gimbap, she had asked the nice gentleman who prepared it to not cut it for her since she liked to bite it in chunks to sate her hunger.

“Food is just so good,” Haryun moaned once she swallowed. “Like why can’t I just sleep, eat, and sleep some more.”

“That’s not very healthy.”

“A girl can dream can’t she?”

Wordlessly, Yoongi handed Haryun one of the corndogs he got for them and he watched her eat it proudly. Maybe it was his primal urges that got satisfaction from seeing her happily take what he provides her, but every time Haryun gushed about the food or about Dahee the dolphin, Yoongi felt a shiver go down his spine.

“You know, Yun-ah, I don’t know much about you.”

Haryun wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “What do you want to know?”

“Where’re you from? Your family? Your love life? Your birthday? You know all of these things about me, but I don’t know anything aside from your name and Moonhee.”

She realized he had a point. Haryun had a habit of asking questions, but she never liked talking about herself. “I’m from Jeju.”

Yoongi had begun eating the second roll of gimbap Haryun got. That one was cut into small pieces, so Yoongi had helped himself. “Like the island?”

“Is there any other?”

“I’m taking Dahee back to the aquarium,” Yoongi easily threatened, no true malice in his words.

“Okay, okay,” Haryun laughed in response. “Yes, I’m from Jeju the island. My family still lives there. I visit them for Chuseok and Christmas, and my birthday too.”

“Which is?” Yoongi trailed off.

“The first of the year. New Years.”

“No way.”

“Yes way. And in 1994 by the way, so we’re practically the same age,” she hummed. “Okay, birthday is out of the way. What else do you want to know?”

“Any siblings?”

“One. A younger brother. You?”

“Older brother. He’s already married,” Yoongi answered. “What about your love life?”

“Just you, Gi-Gi bear,” She placed the empty skewer into the empty carton that once held the jjajangmyeon that Yoongi polished off. “Unless you want me to have others?”

Yoongi was unimpressed with her joke. “No. But I meant in the past.”

“Well,” Haryun paused and took a deep breath. She seemed hesitant with her words but this was Yoongi, he was trustworthy. Plus, she agreed to keep no secrets. “There was one guy, he’s the most recent.”

“How recent?”

Thinking that far back was hard. “Last year around this same time, my sophomore year is when it ended.”

This had Yoongi interested. “Who was it? I know him?”

The thing was Haryun’s relationship with Kyungsu was much less a relationship and more of a toxic push and pull between the two. One moment, things would be great with them, and the next Kyungsu was upset because Haryun forgot to text him goodnight. It became too much of a hassle once Moonhee reminded Haryun that Kyungsu never asked Haryun to officially be his girlfriend. 

Nor did he take her on dates.

Nor did he let her come to his apartment. At that point in time, Haryun put up boundaries that Kyungsu could not and would not respect. He always came to her apartment at inappropriate times, often bothered Moonhee about getting Haryun to text him back, and never paid for his own meals when Haryun did give him the benefit of hanging out with her.

It became more of her taking care of him than a relationship which was why she ended it. And because Kyungsu was a narcissist who believed he could do no wrong, he behaved like a child and threw a gigantic tantrum. Kyungsu would repeatedly text her, call her, dm her on every social media and had even started harassing her younger brother.

But with one complaint to Seyoung, the older girl took it upon herself to handle Haryun’s issue with Kyungsu. Be it the grace of god, Kyungsu seemed to vanish. No more texts, calls, and anytime Haryun would pass by Kyungsu on campus he made sure to walk the other way.

She had no idea what Seyoung said to him, but whatever it was had him scared, and Haryun needed him to stay that way.

“Do you know Lim Kyungsu?” Haryun could tell by Yoongi’s confused look that he had no idea who she was talking about. Lucky him. “He’s the goalie for the soccer team in the same year as us.”

“I don’t know him. Was he good to you?” The atmosphere turned serious.

She didn’t try to hide her annoyance. “No, not at all, but it’s in the past. I haven’t spoken to him in almost a year so,” she shrugged. “I’m over it.”

Haryun may have been over it, but Yoongi seemed bothered, his expression tight and eyes dark. “You’re going to have to show me who he is.”

“Okay, no,” she looked at Yoongi with an incredulous expression. “No threatening anyone.”

“But you can threaten Umji?”

“I won’t to her face. How about that?”

“Then I won’t threaten him to his face either,” Yoongi conceded, but his tone did not suggest he meant any of his words. “With words. If I make any suggestive gestures then I can’t help that.”

“I’ll allow it.”

During their conversation, the two had managed to eat most of the food they bought at the market. All of the soondae was gone, Yoongi focusing on that the most since he would probably never get the chance to have anymore for a while. The burger Haryun got received two bites from her before she offered the remnants to Yoongi who happily accepted them and polished it off as well.

The night carried on with bright moonlight and twinkling stars. Chilling breezes swept by the two every few moments as they continued talking, getting lost in one another and wanting it to last forever.

Sadly, time waited for no one. Eleven o’clock came sooner than the two would have liked as text messages from Moonhee came through Haryun’s phone.

♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎: are you coming home or can i sleep now?

and they were roommates (yunbun): im omw now. but sleep dont wait up

♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎: you already know i will wake up when you come in, so ill wait around

♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎: did you kiss him yet?

and they were roommates (yunbun): go to sleep

and they were roommates (yunbun): and no :/ not yet :(

Haryun ignored the repeated buzzes from her phone as Moonhee replied, helping Yoongi pick up their trash and place each item into their appropriate bins. 

“Is that Moonhee-ah texting you?”

“She told me to tell you to release me back to her,” Haryun grinned as the two began walking back through the market, making their way out. “You’ve reached your limit.”

Shyly, Yoongi stretched his arm across Haryun’s shoulders, pulling her close to him and into his chest. It helped keep them warm as the temperature reached an all-time low for the night, but the proximity was comforting.

“Can I get an extension?”

“There’ll be an extra fee.” 

On the way into the market, Haryun spotted a slushy stand that made her mouth water. With the opportunity presenting itself to her, what better way to get one last treat out of Yoongi for the night?

Unsurprisingly, he had agreed, more than happy to give Haryun anything she wanted. Now, did he chastise her for drinking an ice cold beverage when the temperature was below forty? Yes. And did Haryun’s puppy eyes get him to concede anyway and continue to buy her the drink? Also yes. But the two were learning that when it came to one another, the only option was yes.

While the two made their way back to the train station, taking their sweet time with the thirty minute extension that the slushy earned Yoongi, Haryun gave Dahee to him while she focused on her drink. The streets were mostly empty, a few stragglers here and there as the city went to sleep.

The atmosphere was calm and cold and Yoongi took it upon himself to voice his inner thoughts. 

“Tonight felt like every other day we met up for coffee,” he pointed out. “It was comfortable, no first date jitters.”

Haryun shivered from her drink. “Maybe that just means we’ve been dating this whole time.”

“Have we?”

“That means you ghosted your girlfriend, Gi-Gi Bear.”

“Ohhhh,” Yoongi shared a surprised look with Dahee, then turned his face and Dahee’s face to look at Haryun. “My girlfriend?”

“You better be my boyfriend after this,” Her voice was even with determination. “No take-backs.”

“Gosh, give me time to decide,” he teased. Haryun looked fed up with Yoongi’s antics. He put a finger on his chin, pretending to genuinely debate the offer. “I guess I’ll give you the pleasure of being my girlfriend.”

“Dickhead.”

Knowing there was a new status to their relationship seemed terrifying. For Yoongi, he hadn’t had an official girlfriend in a while. Being in a relationship meant you were a part of a different whole, other than yourself. It came with two identities: For Yoongi, he was Min Yoongi, the star basketball player and now Yoon Haryun’s boyfriend. For Haryun, she was Yoon Haryun, but also Min Yoongi’s girlfriend, and while she didn’t want to think about it now, a lot of people would care about that fact back on campus.

Maybe they should keep their relationship private. If there was anything she hated more than gossip it was people gossiping about her. But also, there was a nagging possesiveness in her that wanted to let everyone know Yoongi was hers, no one else could have him.

Yes, you could look. Maybe even fantasize a little, but the second anyone got the idea to act on their attraction, Haryun wanted to be able to crush their dreams. Was it evil? Of course. But would it bring her a morbid satisfaction? Hell yes. Yet she could care less. 

Alot of hardwork went into gaining Yoongi as a friend, and even more as a boyfriend, so to hell will all of her qualms and anxieties, she’d yell it from the rooftops that Min Yoongi was hers and she was his. And for as long as he would have her, she’d stay by his side.

Being Yoongi’s girlfriend felt no different than when she was simply receiving a coffee from him for two weeks. Sure, it had only been thirty minutes since they had made it official, but Haryun felt the same. Yoongi looked at her the same, treated her the same, and maybe that was when she realized he had liked her all along.

From the very moment at Hope World all those months ago, Yoongi looked at Haryun like he was smitten. Sure, back then she didn’t realize it because she barely knew him. But now, she liked to think she knew him well enough to know what his looks meant, and each and every time Yoongi looked into her eyes, there was enamor. 

Even as Yoongi walked Haryun to the front of her building, handing her back Dahee, there was that look in his eyes. Small twinkles of stars lit up his brown eyes as he looked down at Haryun the same way he had for weeks on end.

“You already know what I want to ask,” Yoongi softly spoke, his hands already dancing their way around Haryun’s waist and settling on the small of her back as he pulled her close. “But I am a gentleman before anything else, so-”

Haryun giggled, just as eager as Yoongi. “Just kiss me.”

Without any hesitation, the two fell together with a sense of haste and calmness, allowing their lips to press together chastely before it evolved to a deeper, wanton kiss. With Dahee in her right hand, she shoved the dolphin behind her, sparing her son from the intense action that was there kiss, but with her left hand, Haryun curled it behind Yoongi’s neck, pulling him as close as she could get. Yoongi sighed in relief as he continued indulging himself with kiss after kiss, leaving little to no room for Haryun to breathe. 

And she had no complaints. His lips were soft, pillowy and warm, inviting her back for more each time the kiss grew weak and she teased him by pulling away. After a few moments, the kiss became less of an action and more of a press of their lips together as Yoongi refused to let the moment end.

He had exercised enough patience, waited long enough to feel her lips on his again, and he’d be damned if he rested before he was ready. So after a few more quick pecks, an obnoxiously loud howl of laughter from Haryun, and one more swift yet sweet kiss, Yoongi seemed to have quelled his deepest desires. He loosened his grip on Haryun’s waist, but made sure to keep her close as a cheeky smirk danced over his swollen lips.

“Feeling better?” Haryun chuckled as she thumbed over Yoongi’s bottom lip with tease. “Seemed like you were on a mission.”

“Just gonna say,” He took the opportunity to press a kiss to the corner of Haryun’s mouth. “It was worth the wait.”

“Mhm. I agree.”

They knew it had to be past midnight at that point, but there was no sense of urgency to separate. Giving themselves a few more moments to be together, their foreheads rested against one another as they shared hushed whispers of goodnight that seemed never ending.

“I’ll text you in the morning,” Haryun promised as she took a step back. “First thing.”

Yoongi kept a grip on her free hand as he let her drift a bit further from him. “I’ll text you first. I’ve got practice.”

“Mkay.”

“Yeah.”

She had gotten far enough to the point where both of their arms were extended in order to keep contact, but they could both tell that they weren’t going to let go.

“One more for the road?” Yoongi asked.

Haryun pouted cutely, her cheeks puffing considerably. “Just one.” As Yoongi guided her back to him to share one final kiss for the night. It lasted long enough for the two to manage a few hours apart, so with one final wave to both Haryun and Dahee, Yoongi allowed Haryun to walk into her building with reddened cheeks from both the freezing temperature and the heated kisses.

And if Haryun had turned around to witness Yoongi fistbump himself in congratulations, she didn’t mention it.

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Masterlist of Invisible Bonds: The Power of Destiny

*pictures credits are not mine, credits belong to their owners

preview

ao3 link

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine

chapter ten

chapter eleven

chapter twelve

chapter thirteen

chapter fourteen

chapter fifteen

final chapter

epilogue (taehyung's version)

epilogue (jungkook's version)

[colormepurplex2]

Fickle Flame | OT7

▻ Fickle Flame ↳  OT7 x FemOC | OT7 x OT7 ⤜ Vampire/Werewolf/A/B/O Dystopian AU ⤜ Enemies/Lovers ⤜ WC: 66,663 currently ⤜ Rating: MA 18+MDNI ⤜ Summary:  A post-war, dystopian world where vampires dominate and humans have turned vagrant in hopes of not becoming prey.

It all started once vampires went public. There was a worldwide retaliation and manhunt; or rather, a vampire hunt. People—humans, came out in droves and assembled military units to massacre the 'monsters'. But, of course, that didn’t quite go as planned. Vampires are otherworldly, pure power, and relentless in protecting themselves. It was a blood bath in more ways than one, the human population dwindled in an instant; they became the minority, the outcasts...the prey. Humans eventually created tribes and clans, moving about in the shadows, forever trying to escape the inevitable fate of being food. They brought it on themselves, really, their cruelty sealing their own fate.

Shayne finds herself in the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong scent in the air— blood. Seven combat hardened vampires, with a secret, think they're just grabbing their next meal…but, have they bitten off more than they can chew?

⚠️ Angst, everyone is an asshole, FMC is kidnapped/taken and held as a blood source, medical experiments, violence, blood/gore, non-con/dub-con, mind control, alphahole bullshit shenanigans. Please check the beginning of each chapter for specific warnings.

Chapter 1: Blood In The Air

Chapter 2: Out Of The Frying Pan And Into The Fire

Chapter 3: Kisses Like Candy, Poison In Disguise

Chapter 4: The Chains Of Persuasion 

Chapter 5: Dangerous Chemistry

Chapter 6: Howl At The Moon

Chapter 7: Don’t Provoke The Beast

Chapter 8: Down And Dirty

Chapter 9: Rules of Engagement

Story is not complete -- slow updates, I try for at least every 6-8 weeks.

Can also be found on: Ao3 | Wattpad

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among thieves ✨ || bts • pjm [COMPLETED] masterlist

"what even am I to you? your rival, your lover, an obstacle or am I supposed to be your coffin?"

about two thieves who can't live with nor without each other.

and a joint past that comes back to threaten them.

© 2023 | eleni_cherie

[prequel a thief's origin ✨ || bts • kth + sequel a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg - can be read independently!!]

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list of all chapters:

prologue | 0.1 | 0.2 | 0.3 | 0.4 | 0.5 | 0.6 | 0.7 | 0.8 | 0.9 | 1.0 | 1.1 | 1.2 |  1.3 | 1.4 | 1.5 | 1.6 | 1.7 | 1.8 | epilogue

— word count: 49k (note: I plan to edit and add more details to some chapters, after finishing tae's story, so word count will go up)

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, very flirty jimin, sexual tensiON, slowburning, mutual pining, friends/rivals/exes to lovers (it's complicated, ok?!) f2l e2l ex2l

I don't wanna spoil too much, but all members play a role in this story!

— song recommendations/inspirations:

lana del rey - serial killer

jimin - like crazy

arctic monkeys - arabella

marina - primadonna

the last shadow puppets - pattern

zayn - dusk till dawn (ft. sia) + borderz

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COPYRIGHT. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

IDEA/STORY VERY LOOSELY INSPIRED BY MY LOVE FOR UNCHARTED 4, GANGSTER COMEDY FILMS AND MY FAVOURITE ANIME OTP.

PROTAGONISTS:

PARK JIMIN AS HIMSELF; CHEEKY MASTER THIEF / LADIES' MAN

KAT MCNAMARA AS ARABELLA VALENTINE; FEISTY THIEF & SPY / LOVER OF JEWELS

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

NOT FREE FROM LINGUISTIC ERRORS - ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE.

DON’T BE A GHOST READER. LIKE & SHARE THIS STORY IF YOU LIKE IT :))

DEDICATED TO EVERYONE WHO’S READING THIS FANFIC.

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-Elenixx