#but it’s fine i just hope joon is okay

[hannieehaee]

18+ / mdi

content: coworker!jk, sub!jk, afab reader, confession, reader is mean to jk, plot moves super fast to get to the smut lol, smut, handjob, oral (f receiving) penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 2570

a/n: this is loosely based off an audio i heard once but i cant remember where</3 also not 100% proofread

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"yeah, you should probably ask jungkook for help with that, he's actually really good with those forms. he has the whole process memorized," jungkook heard namjoon say from his desk, though he was unable to spot who he was talking to.

he decided to not question it, continuing his work while mentally preparing himself to help any coworker who might stop by to see him.

however, his work was promptly interrupted when he heard a chair pull back and steps head in the direction of his cubicle, looking up to find you and namjoon standing over him, a smile on joon's face and an annoyed frown on yours.

jungkook knew that frown was reserved specifically for him, as he knew you were quite nice to literally everyone else in the office. he seemed to be the one exception, somehow undeserving of your politeness no matter what he did.

"hey, kook. would you mind helping y/n here with these forms? it should only take you about twenty minutes. i know it's staying a bit later than you usually do, but i have a date and i really have to go if i wanna beat tra-"

"it's fine, joon, don't worry," jungkook interrupted. as much as he didn't want to stay late with you, noticing that everyone else had already left, he also could not find it in himself to say no to joon – or to you, for that matter.

as embarrassing as it was to admit, jungkook had a huge crush on you. sure, you were always mean and short in words with him, but he couldnt help himself. he had come to realize that your personality was sweet and bubbly, despite never showing that side of yourself to him. even if you hated him for some reason, he liked to spend time with you whenever possible, hoping that maybe you'd change your mind about your negative feelings for him.

"okay, great. thank you so much, jungkook," he then turned to you, "i'm leaving you in great hands, i promise," he declared before bidding his goodbyes to the two of you, taking his leave and leaving the two of you alone in the empty office.

turning his chair to look at you, jungkook offered you an awkward smile as he got up, grabbing a few papers from a drawer nearby in order to help you figure out the form you needed assistance with.

you seemed annoyed despite his helpful disposition, but jungkook chose to ignore it, simply walking over to an empty table nearby and gesturing for you to follow him there. he chose not to take a seat, knowing this would probably be quick and also feeling slightly awkward at sharing a table with you for some reason. he'd rather keep his eyes down and on the paperwork.

"okay, uh, what is it that you're confused about?", he finally asked.

"nothing, jungkook. i didn't realize namjoon would drag you into this if i asked him for help. you don't have to act like you want to help me, you can just go home," you said in a deadpan tone.

"'act like i want to help you'? what do you mean?" he cocked his head to the side, "i really don't mind helping you."

"please, jungkook, you look like you'd rather be anywhere but here," you shot at him, completely disregarding the paperwork he'd pulled out.

"that's not true! i'd love to help you. you could've asked me and i would've helped you out with no issue," he argued back, suddenly feeling quite passionate about the subject.

"i don't believe you."

it was hard for jungkook to not grow frustrated at how short and unreasonable you were in your words. how was he even supposed to help you when you clearly despised his presence? all he wanted to do was build some sort of bridge with you. why were you so pleasant with namjoon but willing to pick a fight with him just after mere minutes together?

"what do you want me to say? i want to help you. id help you with anything you ask, but you're always either ignoring me or avoiding me while you're nice to everyone else. i don't understand what i did wrong. did- did i do something to you? do you just not like me?", jungkook finally let out, growing more emotional by the word.

"i don't like it! i don't like how you act with others. you're- you're too nice!", you almost shouted back, inexplicably frustrated.

"i- what? i'm too nice? what does that even mean? i-"

"i don't like that you're nice to everyone else! i hate it! i've seen the way you flirt with the receptionists and hang around the coffee cart with lia. you're so nice to everyone else but can't even speak a word to me. it's so annoying – you're so annoying. you know what, i'm just gonna go. i'll ask joon for help tomorrow morning," you ranted, red in the face and out of breath as you turned around and marched away.

jungkook almost couldn't function after your sudden outburst, but luckily got a hold of his senses before you could walk away, surprising both you and himself when his arm went out to grab onto yours and stop you.

"wait," he breathed out, "it-it's not at all how you think. flirt? i- i don't mean to make it seem that way. i- i've never flirted with anyone at the office. i'm just trying to be nice, and- and i've never meant to make you feel like i'm only not nice to you. you just ... you intimidate me so much," he winced at his own admission, "i'm sorry, i ... you've always been so cold with me, i just assumed you hated me and tried to stay out of your way. i don't hate you. at all. it's not like that at all," he rambled, "i like you. so much. you have no idea, i- wait, wait no, i- fuck."

his eyes widened at his accidental confession, making him stop in his tracks and let go of your arm, far too embarrassed to even make eye contact with you anymore. he couldn't even gauge your reaction to his words before shutting his eyes close and scrunching up his nose in embarrassment, looking down at your feet rather than yourself.

"i- i didn't mean that. no, i did, but, i just- fuck, it wasn't-"

"jungkook, stop," you instructed, stepping towards him decidedly. but jungkook wouldnt budge. he stayed still and avoided your eyes as much as he could, making even a further embarrassment of himself.

suddenly his head was lifted up by a pair of arms that belonged to you, forcing his head to turn in your direction and being pulled towards you, his surprised yelp interrupted halfway as your lips locked with his own.

he moaned in surprise, unable to process what was going on as his lips attempted to follow your own. you led the kiss, licking into his mouth and molding his lips however you so wished. there were no complaints from jungkook, just delighted confusion. he couldn't bring himself to question you when kissing you just felt so damn good.

but his brain caught up to him soon enough, making him pull away with a gasp, "wait, i- does this mean-" but he was interrupted with another wet kiss, "d-do you like me ba-" and another, and another, and another one on top of that.

the two of you made out for a few moments before you finally pulled away from him, this time having him pathetically follow your lips as if in a trance.

"i do, jungkook. i like you. i ... i guess i was just jealous of all the attention you gave everyone else that i didnt realize it might've been my fault," you revealed sheepishly, though your hands were still tightly holding onto his hair.

"fuck, really? you like me back? i- shit," he couldnt help the embarrassingly big grin that took over his face, "can i ... can i kiss you again?", he murmured after calming himself down.

you nodded and leaned in again, immediately sticking your tongue in his mouth and pulling him towards you. after making out for a few short moments, you walked yourself back onto a table nearby, sitting yourself on it as jungkook stayed standing between your legs. wrapping your legs around him, you brought him even closer to you, the kiss getting steamier.

"kookie ..." you breathed out, kissing your way to his ear, "will you be good for me and get on your knees?", you murmured with a sensual lick to his lobe.

shuddering, he nodded, kneeling and allowing you to trap him between your lace-clad legs. his hands were not shy in feeling up your legs, adoring the lace tights adorning your gorgeous legs.

"can i rip them off? need to feel your legs ... fuck, ive thought about kissing up your thighs so many times ... so pretty n soft. please?", he pleaded as his pretty eyes stared up at you.

nodding, you gave him the green light, gasping when he easily ripped them apart and brought you closet to him, pushing up your skirt so he could play with you as he pleased. his lips trailed up and down the plush skin of your thighs, suckling a few love bites onto the skin before dragging his tongue over them as an apology. he dragged his nose along the length of your thighs, seemingly catching scent of your essence as he moaned. soon enough, the pretty spot between your legs drew him in far too much, causing him to dig his face between your thighs snd breathe you in, groaning in ecstasy when your thighs wrapped around his head, trapping him.

"oh, god, please keep doing that," he groaned into you, "wrap your thighs around me ... wanna make you feel so good while you grind on my face ...", those were his last words before pushing your panties to the side and licking into your cunt.

he moaned and cried like a depraved man against you, begging you to grind against him and suffocate him between your legs. his hands pulled you closer by your hips, encouraging the canting of your hips against his face. his nose dug into your clit, nuzzling it while his tongue worked itself into your pussy.

jungkook had you on cloud nine with his pathetic desperation, letting out never-ending pleas into your cunt and somehow still begging for more.

"taste so fucking good, oh fuck- it's so good. prettiest fucking pussy," he cried when your hands dug particularly hard into his hair, pushing him in and allowing him no escape.

"kookie, oh, kookie! i'm almost there, please don't stop, i- i'm right there, baby," you cried out as he sped up his movements, absolutely desperate for your orgasm.

he proudly claimed your orgasm on his tongue, hesitant in pulling away from your cunt as he would've stayed there forever if given the option. but this thought was overthrown the moment you pulled him up by the hair and stuck your tongue in his mouth to taste yourself, once again initiating a series of sensual kisses that had him feeling dizzy.

at some point your hand came out to play with his cock, pulling it out from underneath the dress pants you had seemingly unbuttoned while he was too distracted kissing you. he groaned into your lips as you slowly jerked him, pulling away to kiss his neck and whisper all the dirty things you wanted to do with him.

the mere suggestion of getting to fuck you caught his attention, making him plea at you to stop jerking him so he could bend you over the table and have his way with you.

"are you sure, kookie? don't you want my hand? my tongue?", you tormented him as your hand sped up.

"n-no ... cunt- need your cunt so fucking bad. please, just- just turn around, baby," he begged pathetically, helping you flip over when you finally budged.

he ripped off his shirt snd threw off his shoes and pants while you bent over, wiggling your ass at him to provoke him – which you very much did. you were still wearing a shirt and your skirt, but jungkook would worry about seeing your tits some other day. for now all he cared about was slipping off your pretty skirt snd uncovering your even prettier pussy.

lowering your skirt and panties low enough to reveal your ass, jungkook groaned at the view – so pretty and bent over just for him. the thought of your gorgeous body ready for him to use almost made him short-circuit, he knew he'd burst almost immediately after entering you, but luckily an experimental drag of his fingers against your folds revealed to him that you were also at the brink.

"can't believe i get to fuck you, baby. wanted this since the moment i saw you," he breathed out before beginning to ease into you, "oh ... fuck, shit, it's so warm ... so wet and warm, oh, baby ..." all ability to form a coherent sentence left him after that. his hips quickly took over, slamming into you while you whined his name in the prettiest cries he had ever heard. his eyes rolled back in absolute pleasure, hand uncontrollably digging in place to play with your clit, only causing you to tighten up even more.

"kookie ... you're so fucking big ... fuck, fill me up so good," you swore, pushing your hips back into his own.

"i know, pretty, i know," he managed to breath out just when his orgasm began to approach, "i'm gonna cum, baby, fuck. please tell me you're there too ... need you to cum with me, please?", he pleaded as his hips lost all finesse, now humping wildly into you.

"y-yes! i'm there, fuck- just- just cum with me, kookie, i- fuck!"

your own orgasm was all he needed to finally let go, continuing to fuck into you throughout his orgasm, emptying himself inside you with high put he'd whines of your name. the empty office was filled with nasty noises of skin slapping and senseless cries coming from one another.

once finished, he let himself fall into you a bit, though still not putting his full weight on you. with a wince, he eventually pulled off and groaned at the liquids leaking from his dick. he went to grab a few paper towels from nearby to clean you up a bit before helping you sit up and even sneaking in a peck to your cheek in the process.

"does this mean you like me ...?", he asked regardless of how redundant the question seemed.

"jungkook, you idiot," you chuckled, "yes, i like you."

"thank god," he mumbled under his breath, "i, uh, do you think maybe you'd wanna go home with me tonight? or is that too much too soon? sorry, i'm getting ahead of myself, hah-"

"kook, stop. i'd love to go home with you," you smiled at him, pulling him in for yet another kiss, falling in a makeout session again.

the two of you kissed softly for a while, maybe too softly for what you'd just done together in your workplace. but jungkook didn't think of that at the moment. all that he cared about was taking you home and repeating it all over again.

[kpop---scenarios]

Monster

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader x Lee Felix

Genre: Mafia, Arranged Marriage

Warning: None right now

Word Count: 3.4k

“Babe?” You call out, closing the front door of your apartment behind you. You set your bag down on the table in the front hall, slip off your shoes before making your way further inside. Heading into the kitchen, the lights are dim, your boyfriend's uniform is laid out on the table, ready for him to put on in the morning for the 24 hour shift he was going to be working. You wander into the living room, seeing Seo Joon sitting on the couch with his head laid back, softly snoring as the show he was watching continues. Gently, you push his shoulder to wake him up, grabbing his hand to drag him to your shared bedroom so you could both pass out. It was a long day and you were exhausted.

“How was your day?” Seojoon asks you, his eyes barely open as he slips off his shirt and then his pants, crawling into bed with just his boxers on.

“It was fine.” You mutter. “Pretty uneventful.”

“Sounds about right.” He says, letting out a big yawn. You crawled into bed beside him, scooching closer to him. You lean in to kiss him, his eyes shooting open. He turns his head slightly, so you catch his cheek instead of his lips. You're a little taken aback as you look at him, feeling hurt, which was a feeling you'd come accustomed to over time. You really weren't sure why you'd continued to let it bother you.

“I've got a big day tomorrow, I need to sleep.” He tells you, rolling over to face away from you.

“Yeah okay.” You huff. “My dad called earlier, I need to go see him tomorrow.” You say, rolling over too, your back facing his.

“I don't know why you're telling me, I'll be busy working. Again.” He sighs. You don't respond. You honestly don't know how to respond.

Your relationship with Seojoon wasn't always like this. At the beginning of the two of you dating he was very sweet to you, he would hold you, take you on dates, kiss you and actually be affectionate. Since he became a paramedic a year into your relationship, things have been different. He's been distant, cold and just not the man you fell in love with. You'd tried to talk to him about it - one too many times but he always said he was fine. You knew you weren't going to get anything out of him so you stopped trying. Sex was never a thing with the two of you, he told you from day one that he was saving himself for marriage, but that didn't stop the two of you from doing other things here and there, never consistently.

But now, it's been a year since any of that has happened, the longest it has ever been for you. The last time you rubbed your pussy on his clothed cock, you both came but the look he gave you made you feel like the most disgusting person, he looked at you with disgust. He made you feel insecure, but secure, and most of the time you felt safe with him. You also hoped that one day the man you fell for would return to you but for right now you were just taking it day by day.

**

The next morning, you're awake and dressed, ready to go to your father's house. Seojoon's side of the bed was cold, he had already been gone for hours.

On your way to your fathers house, you think about the talk you'd been hearing from various sources. Every person had been talking about these rumors that were floating around, things that were happening underground but you hadn't had a chance to speak directly to your father to see if there was any truth to any of it. He was the one you could go to about the things you'd hear and he would always tell you whether or not there was any sort of truth to any of it.

Your father was a very wealthy and a very feared man. A man that Seojoon did not know, and one you weren't sure if he would ever know. He was a man who took what he wanted, hurt whoever got in his way and made deals with a lot of people who others would consider to be the devil. You were the daughter of the second largest mafia organization in the country.

It was a life you had always known. Seojoon has never pressed the issue of meeting your father and you didn't know if you appreciated that fact, or sort of resented him for it. You also didn't think that confessing the fact that your father was participating in drug distribution, prostitution and all other illegal activities would do well to your relationship but part of you also wanted Seojoon to know where you came from. However, if you could trust him with that information, well that was a whole other story.

Late at night, when Seojoon was snoring beside you and you couldn't sleep, you thought about the things he didn't know or didn't want to know about, despite having been together for 3 years. He'd never asked you about your family, your childhood. The only information he ever got was things that you volunteered to tell him. Those thoughts would always leave you feeling confused about him, and whether or not he was truly in this relationship with you.

Your car comes to a stop in front of your fathers large house, two men in all black stand outside the front door, their fingers interlaced in front of them, not a smile on either of their faces.

“Wonho. Shownu.” You smile at both, they each give you a nod before opening the front door for you. You walk in, the familiar scent brings you back to your childhood, growing up in this house. The walls down the long hall are covered with pictures of family, friends and others your father has done business with. You make your way down the long hallway, listening to the buzzing chatter of the men roaming the house. It was always like this, as long as you could remember there were always so many people inside the house at all hours of the day and night. You've seen many things growing up here, men loading weapons in the living room, getting bullets pulled out of them on the kitchen counter. Going into the basement for a popsicle and seeing someone who ratted hung up with chains being tortured. It really didn't take you long to become accustomed to what was going on inside this house.

“Dad?” You call out, standing in front of the living room, but also near the kitchen and his office. It was always one of those three rooms you could find him in.

“In my office with Mia.” He yells back.

You figured. Mia was your half sister, his daughter but with the woman he married before he was with your mother. She was a few years older than you and the two of you never truly saw eye to eye. You felt like she hated you, and though she has never confirmed or denied, you maintained that thought.

“I've been hearing a lot of shit dad.” You say, walking into his office. Mia sits in front of your dad, who sits behind his desk. “You're marrying one of us off?” You say.

Mia looks back at you with wide eyes. “Is that what you wanted me to come today for? To tell me you've arranged a marriage for me? Because if that's true, it's not fucking happ…” She yells before being cut off by your father.

“No.” He says. “Well, not quite.” He continues. “Mr. Lee and I have been discussing joining our organizations. I've been wanting to get into trafficking and more in depth organized crime for a while, and he's been wanting to step foot into drug distribution.” He says. “You two know as well as anyone the best way to combine is through marriage.”

“I'm in a relationship though. A good.. well, a relationship.” You blurt out. Your father did not know about Seo Joon. Or so you thought.

“Yeah I know, with the nurse, or whatever. We're going to have to have a chat about him.” He says, pointing at you.

“He's a paramedic, dad.” You correct him. Your father just stares at you before turning to your sister.

“Mia, I mainly mean you. Mr. Lee has two sons. Lee Felix, and Bang Chan, as you know Mr. Lee took Chan into custody after Mr. Lee's best friend, Chan's father passed away. I don't give a fuck which one you choose, but you need to choose one. We’re having a party if you will, tomorrow. You'll meet them then. I expect you to wow them.” He explains. You take a deep breath, so fucking relieved its not you, but slightly stressed that your father knew about Seo Joon. You shouldn't have been surprised. You should have known your father finds out everything.

‘So I don't have to be there, right?” You ask, smugly smirking at the back of Mia's head.

“You are expected to be there, Y/N.” He says. Your smirk fades quickly. “Understood?” He asks.

You nod your head. “Yes sir.”

“What if I don't want to?” Mia asks, crossing her arms.

“This isn't up for fucking debate, Mia. Either you do it or I'll kick you out and cut you off.” Your father threatens.

The room is quiet.

Mia shuffles in her seat, uncomfortably as the awkward silence continues.

“Do I make myself clear?” He asks.

“Crystal.” She says, abruptly getting out of her chair and storming out of the room.

“Well I'm gonna head out.” You say, clearing your throat before turning towards the door.

“Y/N.” Your dad begins. “That boy. The one you're dating. It would be in your best interest to break things off with him.” He finishes, looking down at a stack of paper.

“We've been together for a while. We live together. I'm not going to just leave him. I know you haven't met him yet but..” you continue on.

“I don't want to meet him. I'm telling you now to end things. That's all. I've got work to do, I'll see you tomorrow. Don't be late.” He says, cutting you off. Typical of your father. You wished one of them had wanted to meet the other one.

You left your fathers house annoyed. Not really wanting to go to the party tomorrow but also at how your father acted. How could he tell you to break up with Seojoon without even having met the guy. As you drive off the property, you call your boyfriend just to check in and see how his day is going.

“What?” He snaps, answering the phone.

“Woah, sorry. Was just calling to check in.” You mumble.

“Well I'm busy, sorry.” He sighs. “How was your dad's?” He asks. You perk up a little at his question.

“It was fine. He wanted to let me know about a party he's throwing tomorrow evening.” You say. “I don't suppose you'd be feeling up to accompanying me?” You ask.

“I have to work, YN. I picked up an extra 12 hour shift after this one so no, I can't come with you to your fancy party. Some of us have to work for a living.” He snaps.

You're quiet.

So is he. For a second.

“I gotta go. Bye.” He says, hanging up the phone. You really fucking wondered why you were even in this clearly one sided relationship.

That night you ate dinner alone, crawled into bed alone, and woke up the next morning alone. You checked your phone and you didn't even have so much as a “Hi” text from your boyfriend. You felt done. You didn't want to try anymore, you didn't want to care anymore. It was exhausting to be in a one sided relationship with him. You were done being the one to call or to text. You were done being the one to start conversations or be affectionate. Whether or not he noticed would be the sign that you needed on if you were going to continue things with him.

Later that afternoon you got ready for the party. You hadn't heard anything from Seo Joon and you weren't going to be the one who messages him first. If he wanted to talk to you then he would reach out to you. Arriving at your father's house, the front door is wide open, you can hear the music from outside, as well as a ton of people waiting to get in. Shownu and Wonho were standing in front of the door, checking the lists to make sure only the ones your father wanted got into the house. There were too many groups who either wanted to ambush your father or get into business with him and he didn't want to deal with it tonight.

“Excuse me.” You say. “Pardon me.” You say, moving through the crowd of people towards the front door.

“You look good.” Wonho smiles, winking at you before moving sideways to let you in.

“So do you.” You smile, moving past him inside. It was your typical type of party. Food, a lot of drinks and a lot of serious conversations and deal makings. You quickly grab a drink, chugging it back before grabbing another one and one more just in case. You looked around for your father to say hi, but instead your attention was caught by an extremely handsome man trying to talk to your sister. You sat on the couch behind them, listening to him try to say anything at all to Mia.

“Hey there.” He says, going to tap her on the shoulder.

Mia doesn't even give the poor man any acknowledgement. You take another sip of your drink, smiling as you watch him awkwardly stand there, trying to figure out something else to say.

“Hi.. uh, are you Mia?” He asks. She turns to look at him, scoffing before turning back to those she was talking with. You can't help but laugh, a little too loudly. He turns to look at you as you cover your mouth, trying to hide your giggles.

“What?” He asks.

“I.. nothing.” You smile. “Good luck with her.”

“Believe me.” He sighs, sitting next to you. “I don't want to be talking to her, but my father is making me.”

“You're one of the two who is supposed to get married, aren't you?” You ask.

“How do you know that?” He asks.

“L/N Y/N.” You smile.

“Ahh, the sister to.. that one.” He laughs. “Bang Chan, but you can call me Chan.” He smiles. Before you can answer, a second, overly attractive man stands beside Mia, smiling. He tries to talk to her, but she gives him the exact same treatment as she gave Chan.

“Bro. Don't even bother.” Chan sighs, pulling him to the couch. “YN, this is Felix, Felix, Y/N.”

“Hi.” You smile.

“Mia's sister.” Felix smiles.

“The one and only.” You laugh, finishing your drink. “You're better off not to even try with her, she doesn't want to get married.” You say.

“You say that as if we actually have a choice.” Felix laughs.

“Well, I mean.. it sucks to suck.” You grin.

“You do know that whoever she doesn't pick, is marrying you, right?” Chan says.

You choke. You don't know what you choked on, but it was something. “I.. what? No, that's not a thing that's happening.” You laugh. Your dad would have told you, right? “Besides, I'm in a relationship.” You say.

“Ah, yeah, the cop.” Chan says, rolling his eyes.

“He's a paramedic.” You respond, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh right.” He snickers. “The paramedic.” He says, looking at Felix, who gives him a knowing look.

The rest of the evening you spent with both those men. The conversation flowed so easily, nothing was forced, you never ran out of things to talk about with them. It was honestly refreshing. The fact that they asked you questions about yourself, things that Seojoon hadn't even asked you, and he was supposed to be your boyfriend. At the end of the night you said your goodbyes to them, and you didn't want to. You wanted to continue being with them, there was just something about them that made you feel safe and secure being around them. That night when you got home, your apartment was empty. You walked in, got yourself ready for bed, checked your phone and there were no messages from Seo Joon. At this point, you were tired of him not even trying with you. You didn't care anymore. But you did care about what Chan had said earlier. you couldn't get it out of your head. You laid down, your mind replaying what Chan had said about Seo Joon, over and over.

“Ah, yeah, the cop.”

He wasn't a cop. Those are two very different professions, you can't just mistake a paramedic with a cop. You closed your eyes, and it takes you back to a moment where you had overheard a conversation that made you question, Seo Joon. Honestly at the time you had thought he was cheating on you, but now you weren't sure if it was cheating or maybe he really is a cop?

You were laying in bed, alone, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Seojoon had been in bed with you but you assumed he thought you were sleeping when you heard him on the phone.

“Hey..” he sighs. “Yeah no, I know. No No, I don't think she suspects anything.” He chuckles. You can hear him shuffling around in the kitchen. “Look, I'm trying my best here with her. This shit isn't easy.” He snaps. “I'll try that. Yep, I'll keep you updated. Bye.” He begins walking towards the bedroom, you lay back down, closing your eyes, snoring softly. You can feel the bed dip slightly beside you. He scrolled through his phone for a few minutes before he plugged it in and went to bed. You barely slept that night, wondering if he was cheating and who he was cheating with.

You close your eyes, wanting to stop reliving memories that hurt you. It wasn't beneficial for anyone. You tried to sleep again, until your phone pinged. You had hoped the message was from Seojoon.

It wasn't.

[From: +82-463-3629] Hey, Y/N. It's Chan.

[From: +82-394-1293] And Felix. It was good talking to you today.

[From: +82-463-3629] It was. We wanted to know if you wanted to hangout tomorrow night?’

[From: +82-394-1293] Unless you and your ‘paramedic’ boyfriend have plans?

You chuckle at the conversation already.

[To: +82-463-3629,+82-394-1293] No plans. What did you guys have in mind?

The next night, even though you knew better, you put on your little black dress that hugs your curves, your favorite shoes and got yourself out the door, without a word from your boyfriend, if you could even call him that anymore. You wanted to forget about him tonight. You walk outside your apartment, looking around, you hear a car honk at you. You turn to look, seeing Felix smiling as he holds open the passenger door for you.

“You look beautiful.” Felix says, helping you into the car before closing the door.

“He's not lying.” Chan smiles.

“Thank you guys.” You laugh. “Where are we going?” You ask.

“Some of the men in our group own a club. We were thinking of drinks and maybe some dancing.” Chan smiles. You buckle your seat belt happily.

“Sounds great to me.”

The three of you sit at a table, drinks scattered all around. You're all drunk, laughing, having a great time until you turn your head towards the bar, and you see Seojoon standing there with a woman. Your smile drops, you look away, Chan and Felix notice immediately.

“What?” They both ask. Felix stretches a little, looking at the bar. He spots Seojoon immediately, and understands.

“That's him right?” Felix asks. “Your boyfriend?”

“How did you know that's him?” You ask.

“Believe me, I know a lot of things.” Felix says. You turn around to look at him, just in time to see his arm snake around the waist of a woman you recognized.

Chaeyoung. She was Seojoon's partner at work. Why were they dressed up and at the bar? Why didn't he tell you? Why wasn't he at work? What the fuck was happening?

“You okay?” Chan asks.

“I'm fine.” You smile. “That's his work partner. It's fine. Everything is fine.” You mutter.

Everything was not fine.

[7ndipity]

Connected

Namjoon x Reader

Summary: Joon loves the way you take care of him and wants to be as close to you as possible.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: +18 mdni, smut, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, swearing, not proofread

A/N: She finally wrote another drabble! It only took 84 years!🙃(I know it was only like a month, but it was pissing me off) A big thanks to @coffeedepressionsoup for this request! Sorry it took me a while to get to, I hope you’ll still like it!

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The late evening light that filtered through the bedroom curtains was just bright enough for you to make out Namjoon’s features as you lay against his chest, waiting for your breathing to return to normal.

Two weeks apart hadn’t really seemed that long of a time until you were back in his arms, and suddenly it was like he hadn’t felt you in months. The cozy dinner you had planned together had long been forgotten, finding a far more fulfilling reunion instead in feverish touches and strangled cries of each other's names.

It might not have been the exact way you planned for the night to go, but as you looked up at him in the cool glow of midnight, you couldn’t imagine a more perfect evening.

“You okay?” You asked softly, noticing the still unsteady pace of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips.

“Yeah, that was…” He let out a deep breath. “I needed that.”

You caught the thin strain in his voice, the tone you knew he used when he was stressed but trying to hide it.

“Rough week?” You asked, reaching up to comb your fingers through his messy hair.

“Mhm.” He hummed, closing his eyes, leaning into your touch.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Not really.” He laughed humorlessly. “Honestly, I’m so fucking tired, I don’t even wanna think right now,” He pulled you closer, letting his lips brush against yours as he spoke.”Just wanna be here with you.”

You connected your lips with his, parting them at the faintest probing of his tongue to grant him access to lazily explore your mouth.

As you rubbed his shoulders soothingly, he couldn’t help wincing into the kiss as you passed over a particularly sensitive spot.

Feeling him flinch, you pulled away, looking up at him with concern.

“Is something wrong?” You asked.

“I just twinged my shoulder earlier, it’s fine.” He said quickly, trying to brush it off.

“You want me to give you a massage? It might help?” You offered.

“I’ll be fine.” He tried again, leaning in to claim your lips once again, but you weren’t having it, dodging his lips and sitting up on your knees.

“Sit up.” You said, tugging his arm.

“Babe, I’m fine, really.” He argued, following your request anyway.

“Yes, but you could feel even better,” You said stubbornly. “Now let me take care of you.”

He sighed, caving easily to you. “Fine, but I want you here.” He patted his lap.

You straddled his lap without argument, letting him hold onto your hips out of habit, and giving him a quick peck on the lips before setting to work, trying to gently knead out the tension and soreness in his shoulder without causing him any more pain in the process.

You weren’t an expert by any means, but whatever you were doing seemed to feel good at least, earning soft, appreciative grunts from Joon as he let his head droop forward to rest against your chest.

You were always so good to him, so ready and willing to take care of him in any shape or form, whether that was making sure he slept and ate properly, or letting him use your body for his own pleasure. Even now, when normally he would be fussing over making sure you were okay, you managed to look after him as well.

He’d never felt so completely safe in someone’s arms before, so completely loved. He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve you, but he was beyond thankful to whatever forces had led him to you.

Tilting his head up, he started peppering soft, lingering kisses across the expanse of your neck, sucking lightly at the still blooming marks left over from his earlier ministrations, making you squirm as his grip on your hips tightened.

“Joon.” You whined, feeling the growing weight of his hardening length against your core.

“Hmm?” He hummed, still focused on trailing kisses along your neck.

“I thought you were tired.” You said.

“Who said that?” He said, smirking against your neck.

“You did! Five minutes ago.” You giggled

“That was five minutes ago,” He said, coming back up to your lips. “You were right, I’m feeling much better now.”

He kissed you deeply, rolling you both over so that you were now caged in under him, your legs falling open naturally for him to settle between as his lips trailed down your front.

He loved you like this, all spread out and willing, any trace of shyness or hesitance completely absent from the way you whined out his name again as he latched onto one of your nipples, arching further up into his touch.

His fingers ghosted between your thighs, teasing your wet folds and making you shudder from sensitivity.

His gaze darted back up to your face, mirroring your earlier concern.

“Is this okay?” He asked, suddenly worried about pushing you too far.

“Joon,” You pulled him back down to you. “Stop thinking.”

You kissed him deeply, your hips up bucking against his hand all the encouragement he needed to continue.

He slipped his fingers between your folds again, his movements so soft and gentle as he spread your slick over your cunt, as if it was the first time he touched you.

“Fuck baby, how’re you always so wet?” He said, almost in disbelief. You were literally dripping, making a mess of the sheets beneath you as he toyed with your clit, pulling the sweetest little noises from your lips as he let two fingers sink into your wet heat, curling them inside of you to find the spot that made you see white.

He loved the way you fell apart for him, head thrown back as your eyes closed in bliss, clinging to him for stability as he pushed you towards your release.

He could feel his cock hanging heavy between his legs, twitching and begging for any sort of attention, but he chose to ignore it, focusing solely on the way you clenched around his fingers, your breath stuttering as your orgasm threatened to overtake you.

“Joon.” You tried to warn him.

“I know, Baby, it’s okay.” He breathed. “Let go.”

You let out a choked cry that faintly sounded like his name as you came, your back arching off the mattress and pressing you closer to him as your whole body shook from the intensity of your high.

"You did so good, baby.” He said softly, pressing a soothing kiss to your temple as you came down. “So fucking good."

“Joonie,” You whimpered in that soft tone that made him feel dizzy with need. “Want you inside, please.”

“Are you sure?” He asked gently. “It’s okay if you wanna tap out or take a break.”

You shook your head. “Need you, please.”

How could he deny you when you ask so sweetly?

He drew his fingers out slowly, letting out a deep groan as he wrapped the slick coated digits around his aching cock, jerking himself a few times to spread your wetness over the length as he stared down at the mess he’d made of you.

He guided the head of his cock between your puffy lips, tracing around the outside of your entrance teasingly, resisting the urge to slip in yet, loving the way he could feel you clenching around nothing.

“Joonie!” You whimpered, squirming impatiently.

He chuckled at your desperation, as if he wasn’t already nearly as gone as you were. “Alright, Sweetheart, I’m sorry.”

He repositioned himself, hovering over you as he eased himself into your weeping cunt, eyes shut tight as he felt your fluttering walls stretch to accommodate him. He was amazed at how you still managed to feel this tight even after he fucked you less then a half an hour ago.

He forced his eyes back open as he bottomed out, staring down you with complete adoration.

“I love you so fucking much.” He sighed, kissing you softly, your arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders, cradling him even closer to you.

If there was a way to preserve a singular moment to exist within for the rest of your life, this was where Namjoon would want to be; not a single thing in the world mattering other than you and him and the way you connected together so perfectly.

Eventually, he started to roll his hips into yours, earning a soft moan from you against his lips.

He kept his movements smooth and unrushed, not fully chasing his own high, just enjoying the feeling of you around him, the way you sucked him in with each thrust, the way you twitched in his arms when his cock brushed against that gummy spot inside of you just right.

Far sooner than he anticipated, he felt lower abdomen beginning to tense, his hips beginning to speed up as his release rapidly approached.

“Fuck, ‘m close.” He warned through clenched teeth.

“Cum for me, baby, please.” You whispered, clutching onto him even tighter.

Your words were the last thing he needed to push him over the edge, his hips slamming against yours with a sudden intensity as he thrusted as deep inside of you as he could manage before cumming, filling you to the brim and making you twitch with sensitivity.

He slowly fell down on top of you, his head coming to rest against your chest, your positions from earlier now switched, his eyes beginning to droop closed on their accord.

“Are you tired now?” You asked, grinning as you caught sight of his sleepy expression.

He chuckled drowsily. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Good,” You kissed his forehead gently. “Go to sleep, Joonie-bear.”

“I love you.“ He mumbled, letting his eyes fully drift closed.

“I love you too.”

He slept better that night than he had in weeks, knowing he was back in the safety of your arms.

Taglist: @sopebubbles-replies @btsw1fe @this-must-be-my-tardis @whitefoxgirl @bethanysnow @coffeedepressionsoup @main-bangtansmauyeondan @feminympho @a-gayish-unicorn @captainorangegoose @k4ngelz

[redrose10]

3 and 5 with namjoon! It can be Crack of you wantttt

I hope you like it!

#3 It’s three in the morning

#5 Why are you helping me?

Warnings: Tiny bit of angst, small injuries

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You loved your boyfriend. You really honestly did. He was a good man. He made you feel safe. He made you feel happy. He was sweet and kind and generous. He had dimples that made you fall in love all over again every time you saw them.

But at this very moment you you could kill him. It’s three in the morning and you’re standing outside your apartment building freezing while waiting for the fire department to give the okay for everyone to go back inside. Your neighbors are all glaring at the two of you and you know the only reason they haven’t said anything is because they know there will be a very nice apology gift basket on their doorsteps tomorrow.

“I’m really sorry.,” Namjoon said for the 100th time.

“It’s fine.”, you mumbled leaning into him to help block some of the wind.

**flashback a couple days ago**

“Hey I really want to make Jin a birthday cake this year.”, Namjoon spoke climbing into the bed next to you.

“Mmhm okay. We can call that bakery that did Yoongi’s. It looked really nice and tasted amazing.”

He shook his head, “No I want to make it for him. Like from scratch. He’s always doing so much for us and I just want to do something nice for him.”

“Joonie that’s a nice thought, but you nearly burned down the place making instant ramen a few weeks ago. We can just buy a nice cake. Jin will just appreciate the fact that you went out of your way to do that for him.”

You heard him sigh which meant he wasn’t done with this conversation but didn’t want to continue it at that moment. So you let it go too.

Two days later you walked into your kitchen finding your boyfriend covered head to toe in flour. Broken eggs scattered all over the floor. Pink colored frosting was splattered all over the white countertop which you secretly prayed wasn’t going to be permanently stained. As you got closer you noticed Namjoon’s hand wrapped in a bandage.

He noticed that you noticed and beat you to it by explaining, “I cut myself with a knife. I’m okay. It’s not that bad.”

“Joon you’re making a cake. You don’t even need a knife for that.”

“I know. I was trying to cut the flour open and couldn’t find the scissors.”, he shyly responded.

You were trying to stay calm. You knew how badly he wanted to do this for his hyung. You also knew there was a stubborn part of him that wanted to prove he could do it.

But the state of your kitchen and the thought of him really hurting himself was making it difficult for you.

“Okay, just be careful. Please. And maybe use white frosting so nothing gets stained.”, you said giving him a kiss before going to take a shower.

After your shower you smelled something burning. In a panic you grabbed a towel and sprinted towards the kitchen bracing for the worst, but instead finding Namjoon sitting on the floor. Two burnt cakes beside him.

He looked like he was going to cry, “I thought I set the timer, but I guess I forgot. By the time I realized it was too late. Then I forgot to grab the pot holder and grabbed the hot pan right out of the oven and dropped the cakes on the floor.”

You looked at his hand noticing the blisters. Quickly you grabbed a bag of frozen carrots from the freezer and placed it on the burn feeling terrible as he winced a little.

“Namjoon this is why I said to just buy a cake. You can’t do this.”, you said a little harsher than you had meant to. You were just scared and upset that he had hurt himself.

He surprised you by suddenly pulling himself up dropping the bag of carrots on the floor.

“Where are you going?”, you asked.

“To shower and get ready for bed. We’ll just buy a cake in the morning. Since I can’t do it.”

You felt a sting from his words as you never meant to make him feel like that. Wanting to give him space you let him go off to the bedroom while you cleaned up.

Once back in bed he was already turned over facing away from you so you gently entered the bed next to him.

It was a few hours later when you were woken up by the fire alarm ringing throughout your home. You could also hear a string of curses coming from Namjoon in the kitchen. It didn’t take long for the fire department to show up and evacuate the building leaving you all standing out in the cold in the early morning.

**End Flashback**

The fire chief gave the all clear and everyone was allowed to go back into their homes. You and Namjoon were the last to walk inside. Once in the kitchen he silently got to work cleaning up. You could tell by the clench in his jaw that he was upset.

“Hey it’s okay. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”, you said placing a hand on his back.

“I just wanted to prove I could bake a cake on my own. I didn’t mean for it to get out of hand like this. I guess I really am incompetent.”, he sighed.

“Oh no no no Namjoon. You’re anything but incompetent. Everyone is good at something. Cooking may not be your best attribute but you are so amazing at so many things that you don’t even need it.”

He smiled before leaning down and giving you a kiss.

You stood and watched him for a while as he scrubbed at the dishes, mumbling to himself every once in a while.

So you decided to look up a simple vanilla cake recipe on your phone before gathering all the ingredients.

Namjoon looked at you with wide eyes and you smiled, “Come on. I’m no Gordon Ramsey, but I think I can manage to make a cake. Especially with you as my assistant.”

“Why are you helping me? You were against this from the start.”, he questioned.

“Because if it’s important to you then it’s important to me. And I want to help. I also don’t want to be on a first name basis with the fire chief so I think I better help this time.”

Namjoon came over and wrapped his arms around your waist, “Thank you Y/N.”

Playfully you smacked his hands away from you before showing him the recipe and getting to work creating not only a cake but also some lifelong memories.

[whyse7vn]

BOOK CLUB -

[ ot7 x reader ]

MILLIONAIRE CLUB + tae

8 participants - 8 online

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tae: my girl tell me to shut up and i do

hobi: do you have schizophrenia

jk: ong

my girl tell me to shut up i kill myself

yoongi: it’s 6 in the morning

tae: so…

i’ve been seeing someone…

jimin: as in dating??

namjoon: therapy?

hobi: hallucinations?????

y/n: gm 😚

jk: omg my girl online what do i do >.<

jin: send nudes

jk: u first

jin: ?

jk: ??

jin: send it to HER

jk: ohhhhh

yoongi: ur girl?

namjoon: our book is out btw

tae: we wrote a book?

jk: did my story about the aggressive zebra in my room make it in

jimin: what

tae: i don’t remember writing a book

namjoon: no

jk: wtf :/

hobi: he needs to leave those drugs ALONE i’m telling you

jin: awoman

tae: did you write it without me??

y/n: if exo and superjunior are at our doors with ak47’s and bombs in the next 48 hours don’t act surprised

jimin: i could take them all tbh 🥱

jk: in bed?

jimin: stop talking to me

tae: do i still get paid for the book?

namjoon: ur overreacting

jimin: ????

DID YOU NOT SEE WHAT THAT NASTY MANCHILD SAID??????

namjoon: not you

y/n: I AM NOT

they’re gonna come get us i’m not joking

hobi: what if they bring all of nct with them

yk for back up

y/n: the end of bts for realzies

yoongi: dramatic

jk: let’s bomb the sm building

tae: is it like a colouring book?

namjoon: tae stop talking

tae: ur not my girl i don’t answer to you

hobi: where do we get a bomb?

jimin: bet namjoon knows

namjoon: ??

why would i know

jin: but i like shinee

y/n: REAL

we have to think about this

yoongi: still 6 in the morning btw

jimin: okay big ben like???

jin: yoongi can you not be a hater rn

yoongi: get a job

jin: i just wrote a book actually

namjoon: technically

jin: shut the FUCK up

tae: SO YOU DID DO IT WITHOUT ME

hobi: what if we bombed it while shinee wasn’t there

jk: what about nct??

i think they’re cool

jimin: idc what you think tbh

y/n: i agree

jimin: great minds think alike

y/n: make sure shinee and nct are out

ALL of nct

jimin: nvm

jin: isn’t there like 400 of them

lowkey impossible

namjoon: 400 is a major exaggeration

there like 20 of them??

something like that

y/n: gotta make sure marks safe >.<

yoongi: ?

jk: what

tae: is the book only in korean?

jin: someone put a muzzle on him omg

hobi: isn’t he into that?

jin: ur right the only option is to kill myself

jimin: this bomb plan is getting long i’m out

hobi: yikes

same

y/n: hobi :C

hobi: sorry :c

jk: i’m also out i have a new mission

jimin: to shower??

sorry couldn’t help myself

i’m actually not sorry

i could help myself

i like to lie sometimes

jin: kim seokjin is also out

y/n: fine me it’s gonna be me yoongi and joon to save us all then

namjoon: i never said i was in?

y/n: you never said you were out?

namjoon: out

yoongi: i’m not involved

y/n: FINE

you all SUCK

poor lonely y/n will save the day then

assholes

we have to get them first

like are you guys suicidal??

hobi: a bit

y/n: i’m just gonna save myself then

hobi: saving you saving me

i really love nct

y/n: hope they get you first

hobi: i’ll literally become an nct member

i’ll be in wayV

jk: ur not chinese

unless…

jin: wayV isnt nct that’s two different groups??

namjoon: isn’t the group just called nct 127?

jin: like they are all under 127?

yoongi: so what’s nct dream then?

jimin: isn’t there an nct u??

jk: me?

jin: so the people that sung the perfume song are 127 not wayv???

y/n: no dojaejung are a separate unit

but they are also in nct 127

namjoon: what

yoongi: superm is also 127?

jimin: i’m having a stroke

this is so jin core

jin: excuse me??

jimin: ??

hobi: fake fans

you would never understand this nct life i live

namjoon: ur right

yoongi: what is going on

jk: have fun with nct i’ll miss you

jin: i’m back on the plan of bombing sm cuz wtf was that

unnecessary as HELL

down with sm

and all their fucking units

tae: can i get my money from the book now or…

yoongi: why are you still talking about the book

jimin: the broke era is really getting bad

y/n: begging for money is insane

tae: i’m NOT begging

y/n: so what are you doing?

tae: humbly asking for my cut?

i’m a businessman

i’m a millionaire for a reason

namjoon: act like it

tae: um?

rude but i’ll let it slide

pay up

now

someone

anyone

preferably now would be nice

JIMIN DID YOU JUST REQUEST 4K FROM ME WHAT THE HELL??

jimin: don’t have it millionaire?

tae: ofc i do!!!!!

but why in my right mind would i give YOU out off all people any of MY money

y/n: if you are in ur right mind i must be fucking insane oh my god

jin: about to cut some watermelon

hobi: yummy

jk: what if nct are all robots made by russia to spy on all of us

tae: what

jk: i’ll kill mark first

to test the theory

tae: ur not talking about my money and it’s making me itch stfu pls

yoongi: itch?

hobi: are you a crack addict?

jimin: namjoon would know a lot about that

namjoon: no i wouldn’t

stop saying that

jin: this watermelon just squirted on me

feeling violated

y/n: wtf?

hobi: i don’t think that’s normal

jimin: how tf a watermelon squirt

jk: pics

yoongi: what is wrong with you

namjoon: let’s do a phone detox

let’s all turn our phones off

for a month

tae: IM ITCHINGGGGG

jimin: namjoon 1 hour off the drugs

hobi: highkey gross get some cream or something??

jin: right i’m trying to eat here

namjoon: i don’t do drugs

jin: what if i sent a watermelon with a bomb in it to sm

namjoon: leave sm alone

jin: never

i’ll send a bomb for every unit they confused the poor world with

jk: 82

jimin: something about that number seems wrong

jk: 127

yoongi: didn’t laugh

y/n: think you did

tae: itched so hard i’m bleeding

hobi: we’re gonna let them kill tae before the bombs are sent right?

tae: ??

jin: that’s stupid

tae: right like 😭😭

jin: ofc lmao

tae: what

y/n: now we have a book out can we start a book club

namjoon: that would be cute

yoongi: idk if tae knows how to read like that

jk: i love boobs

*books

i SWEAR I MEANT TO SAY BOOKS

PLS BELIEVE ME

jimin: i don’t believe you

jk: PLS

tae: i love the sound of “book club”

hobi: ???

y/n: “book club”??

tae: what?

jin: he’s gonna say something dumb

tae: book club is code for sex?

jin: told you

y/n: what

hobi: bro

jk: it is?

yoongi: no

tae: guys i think ur getting old

all the kids know that

jk: i would like to try book club

did i say it right?

like the kids would

tae: no it’s gotta be more like

wanna join my book club 😉

jk: wanna join my book club 😉

tae: perfect

jk: i don’t have a book club tho

tae: that doesn’t matter

jk: i don’t like lying

i don’t think i can do this

yoongi: same

yoongi left “MILLIONAIRES CLUB + tae”

tae: he’s mad he’s old

doesn’t know the slang of todays children

jin left left “MILLIONAIRES CLUB + tae”

tae: lame

@y/n wanna join my book club 😉

y/n left “MILLIONAIRES CLUB + tae”

jk: DON’T TALK TO HER LIKE THAT YOU NASTY LITTLE LIAR

jk left “MILLIONAIRES CLUB + tae”

tae: lol wtf he mad as hell

hobi left “MILLIONAIRES CLUB + tae”

jimin left “MILLIONAIRES CLUB + tae”

namjoon: i really hope the person that you’re seeing is actually a therapist

namjoon left “MILLIONAIRES CLUB + tae”

[forever-once-gone]

New Drabble! On The First Day of Christmas, My True Love Gave to Me...

This is a drabble! To read the first part click here! And please I hope you all read this since you guys seem to love this pair.

Pairing: Yandere!Namjoon x Reader x Yandere!Jungkook

Genre: Yandere AU, angst

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: Before you had gotten kidnapped by your boss and his fiancé, you had to first meet the Mr. Jeon that you heard so much about. So, how exactly did your first meeting with him go? Well, why not reminisce about the last time you were truly free? When you were not yet locked to your unfortunate future of being added into your boss’ relationship.

Content & Warnings: Gender neutral reader, yandere themes, angst, Joon and Kook are in an established relationship, CEO!Joonie, stay-at-home-boyfriend!Kook, assistant!reader, polyamory, reader’s sexuality is nondescript, talks of violence, Jungkook wants to hurt the reader a lot during this, general discomfort, making out, use of pet names, reader being none the wiser to what the two of them are talking about as they continue to type away on their keyboard lol

Author’s Note: Hi hi! It’s been a while. I’ve been swamped with school and just haven’t been able to write anything for you guys lately. But today, I logged into Tumblr and saw some very kind reblogs and asks and I just wanted to write something for you guys! I really appreciate the kind comments and It really does fuel me to write for you guys. So here is a drabble for your guys’ favourite couple! I hope you guys enjoy seeing how Jungkook and the reader’s first encounter went. It’s funny cause Jungkook is like fuming and they’re just like “this guy seems stressed :(” and then they get chosen (kinda) to be pursued by Jungkook and Namjoon lol. I apologize for not having posted part two last Christmas, but I was honestly just really stressed around that time. And then I wanted to have this small inside Easter egg (?) for something in part two but then I realized it was kinda hard to explain without having a previous explanation for it. So this drabble worked out! It was a little incentive to add that little tidbit into this and maybe you’ll have a little “oh!” moment when you read something later on when I post part two (whenever that will be lol, don’t ask me, idk. I’m aiming for this Christmas). Anyway, I hope you enjoy this. I need to stop writing this author’s note, it’s has gotten too long anyways lol. So yeah, enjoy and let me know what you think!

Jungkook was fuming as he tapped his foot impatiently on the floor of the elevator, seething for the elevator to spit him out on Namjoon’s floor. He was gonna figure out what was going on with his boyfriend one way or another.

His dearest Joonie had refused his daily cup of coffee… again. For the past few weeks, Namjoon, the love of his life, had been eating everything during breakfast that Jungkook woke up oh so graciously to make for him each morning. Joon finished everything except his fucking cup of coffee. Some days he’d be kind enough to take a sip or two before leaving the still very full mug standing in its place on the dining room table beside his empty dishes.

Seeing the mug full of the coffee that Namjoon used to always say Jungkook made better than anyone else left Jungkook feeling insecure. Insecure and just a little bit angry. Okay, maybe a bit more than a little bit, he’ll admit. Okay, fine, he was boiling with fury. He hated to imagine that Namjoon was drinking coffee made by someone else. Because he knew for a fact, if Namjoon wasn’t drinking his coffee, then he was getting it from somewhere else ‘cause Joonie was never able to get anything done without his morning coffee. And knowing Joonie’s disdain for store bought coffee, Jungkook knew it had to be someone making it for him, homemade. And if he was drinking someone else's, that must mean that he was falling out of love with him and falling in love with this awful, boyfriend-stealing, shameless person. And Jungkook was gonna stop at nothing until he found who this fucking person was and got even. He was gonna win Namjoon back one way or another.

The ding-ing of the elevator woke him from his murderous thoughts just in time to see the doors open to the empty space that lead to his boyfriend’s office. Or at least, the once-empty area, because now, unlike the last time he’d come here about a month ago, there was a table placed just before the office doors. And behind that table was a person, who upon hearing the elevators open perked up from their computer screen to smile at him. This person had a sweet smile, kind eyes, and the smoothest voice as they asked him what they could do for him.

He walked up to their table, arms crossed over his chest as he analysed the person sitting below him. The person still smiling up at him even throughout the awkward silence as Jungkook left their question unanswered. The person was dressed nicely and they had a kind aura around them. Their workspace was covered in flowers from the flower shop that Jungkook knew Namjoon frequented. Usually, his Joonie brought home flowers only for him, but here was this new person who was now swimming between countless bouquets covering every free inch of their work table.

When they asked him what he wanted for the second time, he finally graced the person with an answer. “I’m here to see Namjoon.”

The person nodded their head, before prodding for more info. “Alright, and who might you be?” the person asked, turning to scroll through their computer, searching to see if they had accidentally double-booked their boss’ time.

“I’m Jungkook,” he began, back straightening in pride when he saw the worker tense up in their seat. “Joon’s boyfriend,” he concluded, mentally doing a mic drop, hoping that those words etched themselves in the worker's skin, the one who was stealing his Namjoon from him. He hoped it hurt.

What he didn’t expect is for the worker to turn back to him after X-ing out of the calendar that they had been frantically scrolling through, before turning to him with a polite smile.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Jeon,” the person began, “I think this is the first time we’re actually meeting in person. I’m Y/n L/n, Mr. Kim’s assistant. I just got shifted up to this floor about a month ago from my previous place a few floors down.” You reached your hand out to him for him to shake, just for him to completely ignore it, not even glancing in your hands direction.

“Yes. I’m sure he’s mentioned me before.” Jungkook was gonna make sure that you knew that Namjoon was his, no matter how nice you pretended to be.

“Yes, he has,” you replied pleasantly. “And of course, I’ve spoken with you before too, if you recall?”

When he thought about it, he had spoken with you before. The few times he’d call Namjoon’s assistant when his boyfriend wasn’t picking up. He would pace in this same area, back when it was still empty and call the number for Namjoon’s assistant to know when he’d be free again. The conversations would be semi-mannerly, at best, as he would ask where his boyfriend was before hanging up as soon as he got his answer. He never expected the assistant, that he never spoke more than a few clipped sentences to, being the one who was stealing his love away from him.

That they would have been moved up to be on the same floor as his boyfriend.

The two of them.

Alone.

And when he saw two cups of steaming coffee on your table corner, one half finished and one still untouched, he knew that you were the one making coffee for his man. He felt deep hatred rise in his chest, bubbling up his throat, ready to let out his rage on the home-breaker in front of him.

But he pushed his feelings down before giving you a pursed smile. “Right. You sound different in person. I didn’t even recognize you.” It was true, he wasn’t expecting your voice to be as sweet as it was, though he could tell it was strictly professional. Even when you were so obviously putting on a kind smile for the sake of your job, your voice was so saccharine. He could only imagine how much more saccharine—sinful—your voice must sound when you were using it for your more devious desires.

Jungkook wondered if you’d ever used that syrupy voice on his boyfriend. Walked into his man’s office with your probably sub-par coffee between your hands. You were attractive, that he will give to you, but he hoped that Namjoon wouldn't think the same way that he did. He hoped that any attempts that you’d made on him were met with bitter rejection.

But seeing you surrounded with all the flowers, making your soft features look even more attractive—though he hated to admit it—he knew that Namjoon must feel at least something for you. Why else would Namjoon have gotten you all these flowers? Flowers that Jungkook indignantly noticed were his favourites.

You were perfect and that’s what made his heart hurt more.

In another life, maybe Jungkook would have fallen for you himself, he thought sorely.

You laughed at his remark about your voice. “I guess no one really sounds the same over the phone though, right?” You asked him. “I mean, you sound pretty different yourself.”

Jungkook felt his eye twitch. Was that a dig at him? Were you implying that he was being rude? Were you saying he was anything less than the kindest, best person in the world? He restrained himself from reaching over your desk and pulling your hair out, telling you how Namjoon always told him that he was the best person in the world. He wanted to tell you that you’d never compare to him in Namjoon’s eyes.

Instead of doing any of that, he decided it was better to just ask for his boyfriend. He had a few choice words that he wanted to have with him.

“So will you please tell me if my boyfriend is available?” he asked you, steering the conversation back to the original topic of conversation.

Your eyes widened. “Oh! I’m so sorry, Mr. Jeon. In my surprise of meeting you for the first time, I forgot to tell you that he’s in a meeting right now. He should be done in…” You turned to check the clock on the wall. “...in just about ten minutes.”

You turned back to the man in front of you who stood there with a small pout that you were sure he didn’t realize was there and you observed the way his eyebrows scrunched slightly together. It was funny to see how his overly expressive face had changed so many times in the little amount of time that he’d come up to you. Clearly something was bothering this poor guy, so you tried to be as nice to him as you could. Though it only seemed to make him look even worse.

“You can wait for him in the sitting area over there or you could wait for Mr. Kim in his office.” You left it up to Mr. Jeon choose what he’d rather do, only for him to scoff slightly.

“I’ll wait for him in his office,” he answered curtly. He began to walk away and you turned back to your computer only for him to step back up to you. He pointed at the mug sitting beside yours. “Is this for Joonie?”

“Uh yeah.”

“I’ll take this to him.” He gave you another half smile and one last glance at your pretty face before finally entering Mr. Kim’s and taking the suffocating aura that was surrounding him with him. You sighed in relief. You hated having to deal with this job, but the paycheque wasn’t anything to scoff at, and so you settled back into your chair and hoped Mr. Kim would get here soon.

Namjoon found Jungkook sitting in his chair when he returned from his meeting on one of the lower floors of the building. His younger boyfriend sipping on a cup of coffee that he recognized was the one that you usually set out for him. He could see Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed in disgust, as he continuously sipped loudly from his drink.

Namjoon could tell immediately that his beloved was in one of his moods. He knew that he had to get control of the situation, and quickly, especially if he didn’t want you to overhear whatever Kookie was upset about.

“Hi, love. What are you doing here?” Namjoon rounded the table to press a kiss against Jungkook’s temple as he continued to sip from his cup.

“They make some good coffee, huh? I see now why you’ve been rejecting my coffee now.” Jungkook got right to his point. His voice was cold and he refused to look at his boyfriend as he set down the now empty mug.

Namjoon sighed. “Don’t be like that. I was just being kind to them. I didn’t want to upset them by not accepting their coffee.” He pulled Jungkook up from the chair momentarily before sitting down in Jungkook’s place. He then smoothly pulled his boyfriend to sit down sideways on his lap. He rubbed his large hand up and down Jungkook’s back, trying to calm him down.

“Oh really?” Jungkook shoved Namjoon’s arm away from him. “‘Just being kind’? What about all the roses on their desk?! I saw the labels on them, they’re from Sirf Ek Phool! The same place you always get flowers for me!” Jungkook folded his arms against his chest, stopping himself from beating his fists against his boyfriend’s chest like he wanted to.

“Honey, that is just because they take such good care of me—”

Jungkook’s eyes darkened, his mouth dropping open in disbelief. “Take care of you? Excuse me? Taking better care of you than me? Your boyfriend?! In which way is this assistant taking care of my boyfriend, hmm? Do I need to beat their ass?!” He began to push himself off Namjoon’s lap, eyes locked at the door with a barbaric look in his eyes.

Namjoon swiped a hand over his face, before pulling his boyfriend back into his chest, closer than he was before, his arms locking over his waist. “Love, you know that I love you more than anything else in the world. No other person could ever take your place. They are just very kind, I promise I’m not doing anything that would harm our relationship. I promise you.”

He pressed a kiss against Jungkook’s cheek, before pressing another against his jaw. He pulled a content sigh from Jungkook, and Namjoon knew instantly that he’d deescalated the situation. At least enough for Kookie not to go and murder his assistant. At least not right now.

“Why should I trust you?” Kookie let out softly in between whimpers as Namjoon nipped at his neck.

“When have I ever lied to you?” Namjoon said against his Adam's apple.

“Many, many times,” Jungkook replied.

Namjoon let out a half laugh against Jungkook’s shoulder, letting his forehead rest against him. “I guess I should clarify. When have I ever lied to you in a way that was bad for you?”

“Never.” Jungkook pulled Namjoon’s face to face him. “You always know what’s best, but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt.”

“Don’t be that way. I’m not asking you to be best friends with them or anything like that. Just give them a chance to be your friend.”

Jungkook thought for a second, thinking back to you sitting at your desk and your friendly nature. You weren’t that bad, and you were rather pretty… Ugh, couldn’t Namjoon just be clear with what he meant? Did he expect… more from you than just an assistant?

Jungkook’s bottom lip was jutted out in sadness, calling out to Namjoon with its plump red appearance. Namjoon was again taken aback by his boyfriend’s beauty and just how amazing he was for him. After all, look at him. Just a second ago, Jungkook was ready to beat up his assistant and now he was clutching Namjoon’s suit jacket’s lapels with a vulnerable look on his face. He looked so worried, waiting for Namjoon’s next words and his next course of action. Fuck, Namjoon loved that man.

He pulled his boyfriend in for a kiss, letting the shorter man melt into his embrace. He could taste your signature coffee on Jungkook’s tongue which only made Namjoon push his tongue more eagerly in his mouth. The taste of your coffee and the love of his life together making his head spin in ecstasy. His brain painted a picture of what could come if he was able to make this whole thing work.

He knew what he wanted, and he knew he’d get it.

Don’t mistake him for being selfish, oh no. He wasn’t doing this just because he wanted you. It’s because he knew that in due time Jungkook will fall for you too. He knew he would. He wouldn’t have to push it, nor would he have to force it. You were perfect for the two of them, he’d figured that out in less than 8 months of you becoming his assistant after the last one quit. You were incredible and he knew that you were just Jungkook’s type. He knew Jungkook and he knew that in less than a month he’d be just as smitten with you as Namjoon was with you now. Actually, Namjoon knows that Jungkook would be even more in love with you than he was now.

And with Jungkook now in his arms, Jungkook’s hands gripping the sides of Namjoon’s neck possessively, his thumbs pushing into Namjoon’s jaw. The way that Jungkook had finished your whole cup of coffee leaving nothing for Namjoon to even get a taste of, and how Jungkook despite his furious expression had the slightest bit of a flush on his face when Namjoon had first walked in, he knew that Jungkook already was falling for you.

Namjoon pressed one final kiss to Jungkook’s lips before pulling away.

Jungkook had a blissed out expression on his face, a soft smile etched on his features as his eyes remained shut in happiness.

“Do you really hate them that much?” Namjoon asked Jungkook, watching him carefully.

Jungkook slowly opened his eyes, a blush slowly making its way up his neck. He turned to look to the side, revealing his bright red ears to Namjoon. Jungkook thought back to your sweet voice, your pretty face, your kind smile, and the coffee you had made that he couldn’t get enough of even as much as he had wanted to hate it. He turned to glance at the empty mug on the table that he wished would refill on its own.

He waited for a minute before: “No.”

“But no more ignoring my coffee, you still have to drink mine! And you have to say that mine's better than theirs” Jungkook added.

Namjoon smiled. Perfect, he knew this would be perfect. He knew just how perfectly you’d fit in with his little family. How you’d fit in Jungkook’s heart. He knew the both of you very well. He was proud.

Namjoon forced Jungkook to turn back to him before attacking him with kisses again.

You turned to see Mr. Jeon skipping out of Mr. Kim’s office. You expected him to go directly to the elevator because of his short attitude with you earlier, but he instead turned to stand in front of your table once again. Smiling down at you genuinely for the first time since he first walked into the room.

You waited for him to say something, but when he didn’t, you figured you should say something instead. “All done?” you asked.

Mr. Jeon just nodded his head, which only made the newly blossoming marks on his neck more visible to you. “I had a sip of the coffee you made Joonie, it was good.”

“Oh thank you,” you replied, a bit taken aback by his sudden change from his previous conduct from before Mr. Kim had shown up. Mr. Kim had given you a small nod in greeting before entering his office when you’d told him Mr. Jeon was waiting for him. Mr. Jeon must really love Mr. Kim for his personality to do such a 180 after seeing him for just half an hour.

Damn, is that what love does to a person?

“I would like to have a proper cup the next time I come visit Joonie.” Mr. Jeon looked down at you expectantly. He seemed to be looking for something deep within you and when you agreed to make him a cup the next time you saw him, he seemed to have found whatever he was looking for.

He smiled at you though a bit hesitant. He pulled a rose from one of the vases of your bouquets, twirling it between his fingers. He seemed to still be a bit stuck thinking of something, but then he was turning away from you. He pressed the button calling the elevator, before turning back at you. “It was nice meeting you, Y/n. I hope we’re able to get to know each other more in the future.”

“Yes, of course!”

He waved the flower at you in goodbye before stepping into the elevator, flashing you one final bunny smile.

What an odd man.

Does 3k still count as a drabble? I have no clue. Anyway, thanks for reading! 💕💕💕

[crystalsnow95z]

I'm unhappy with my current drafts so I'm just gonna write just whatever comes to mind. No matter how it ends up, I'm gonna post it. Forgive me if it's not good. Some days, you just have to write just for the enjoyment and not care about results.

As Jin is returning soon he's the target of my story

Warning: emeto, fever.

Sickie: Jin with a bit of Yoongi. (Because my mind said so)

Caregivers: ot7

Jin presses his forehead against Yoongi's shoulder, trying to shield his eyes from the light that caused pain to ripple across his aching head.

"What's wrong Hyungie? Your breathing is off.." Yoongi speaks softly to him, running his hand through his hair. Yoongi couldn't recall Jin ever getting sick from flying. Seokjin is usually the one caring for the younger members, him included.

"All the flashing lights at the airport gave me a headache that's all.. I'll be okay." Jin picks up his head to talk to Yoongi, but Yoongi pushes him back down when he sees a flash of pain in Seokjins eyes.

"I got some medicine to help with the pain, just rest now. Okay? Let me take care of you this time Hyungie" Yoongi digs through his carry on for some pain relievers and an eye mask frowning when he hears only a single pill rattling. Sh*t.. will this be enough to help? I thought I had more.

"This should help at least a little..it's only 200mgs though.." Yoongi speaks softly, not wanting to risk making his hyung feel worse. "I'm sorry..I'm usually better prepared for travel.."

"No, no its okay. Thank you..this will be enough to help. Its not that bad really..I'll just sleep it off." Jin swallows the small pill, drinking the bit of water he had left in his bottle, covering his eyes up, leaning his head back against Yoongi.

Yoongi tries to gently massage Jin's temple to help ease the pain, relaxing when he hears the older’s breathing slow as he falls asleep. "I hope you feel better soon.." he whispers, brushing Jin's hair behind his ear when he sees it tickling Jin's ear, making him twitch in his sleep.

"What's wrong with Seokjinnie-hyung?" Namjoon whispers when he sees Yoongi's worried expression, taking out his headphones.

"Hyungie isn't feeling well, he said he just had a headache, but it sounds like he was suppressing coughs while we were going through the airport.." Yoongi whispers underneath his breath, Namjoon having to read his lips and lean forward to understand him.

"I'll get some medicine for him.." Namjoon promises, knowing Yoongi wouldn't want to risk waking up Jin by trying to flag down a staff member.

"That'd be great, thanks Namjoon-ah.. i gave him what i had, but i don't think its enough..Namjoon... could you ah..get me some water too?" Yoongi asks in a small voice.

"Are you feeling sick too?" Namjoon furrows his brow with worry when he sees that Yoongi's cheeks lacked color.

"I'm fine. I just took the medicine for motion sickness a little too late. It'll pass in a bit.. Don't worry." Yoongi gives Namjoon a reassuring smile, ignoring the fluttering in his stomach. There's no focus point in the sky like in a car to help.. maybe I'll try to sleep too..

"Tell me if you still feel sick an hour after landing okay hyung?" Namjoon orders gently. "Just because Seokjinnie-hyung is feeling sick doesn't mean how you feel isn’t just as important.."

"I will, Joon-ah.. thank you.." Yoongi leans his head against Jin's closing his eyes, finding comfort in the familiar scent of Jin's shampoo filling his nostrils. It's a short flight.. just two and a half hours.. when I wake up, we'll be landing.. I'll feel better then..

"Hyung.." Yoongi calls to Jin, who was still asleep on his shoulder. "We landed. You need to wake up now.. Hyung.." he gently shakes his shoulder to try to jostle him awake.

"Mmmn? What?" Jin blinks his eyes slowly, trying to process what the oldest rapper was saying to him, removing the blind fold. "Yoongi..?"

"Hyungie we landed. It's time to get off the plane.." Yoongi repeats himself patiently, waiting for recognition to light up in Jin's eyes.

"Ah..right.. the award show.." Jin sits upright, wincing at the tension in his neck. "I slept in that position too long.."

"I'll see what I can do about it while we're in the car. I'm sorry, me sleeping against your head probably made it worse.." Yoongi gently rubs the back of Jin's neck, feeling the tension that limited Jin's movement.

"Yoongi please don't.. that hurts.." Jin pushes Yoongi's hands away, wincing at his touch."I'll ask for a heat pack.."

"I'm sorry Hyungie. I'm sorry.." Yoongi frowns, his eyes dilating with worry, his stomach knotting with guilt.. "You might need to make an appointment to see a chiropractor."

"Don't worry so much Yoongi-yah. You just wanted to help and i appreciate it, but it's okay. it's not that bad, but I'll talk to staff if it'll make you feel better." Jin smiles through the pain, putting a hand on Yoongi's shoulder. "Let's get off this plane. I'm gonna take a shower and nap until we need to work."

"Alright Hyung, here.. you can wear my hat. It'll help block the camera lights." Yoongi unsnaps his hat from his carry on bag, placing it on Jin's head and snapping it to fit him. "I'll lead you. Just keep your head down."

Jin nods, taking Yoongi's elbow. "Ready."

Yoongi leads Jin off the plane, moving quickly to get past the mob of photographers, reporters and fans who filled the airport, all screaming for them to look in their direction.

Jimin tries to ask them to move so they can have a path, making hand motions to clear the way, Taehyung trying to shush the crowd, but it was in vain.

"Not so fast..I can't keep the pace.." Jin tries to pull away from Yoongi, but Yoongi grabs onto his arm, nearly tripping over their security guard when he quickly stepped in front of him to push a girl's arm away from grabbing onto Yoongi.

"I'm sorry Hyung..but you'll get trampled if we don't keep going this speed.. i can see the car. Please bear with it a little longer." Yoongi couldn't tell if Jin heard him over the chaos, but Jin didn't try to pull away. Namjoon went on the other side of Jin, Jungkook walking behind him, keeping a hand on Jin's shoulder.

"I..I'm going to be sick.." Jin swayed, swallowing hard refusing to let himself, the only thing keeping him on his feet is Yoongi and Namjoon holding him in a tight grip.His stomach churned his body reaching its limits. Theres so many flashes..it's making me dizzy..and the screams..my head is splitting..

Yoongi gets in the car first, pulling Jin in with him. Namjoon and Jungkook follow right behind, Hoseok pulling the door shut behind him.

"Hyung are you okay?" Yoongi asks speaking softly, rubbing his hand across his shoulder. "We're out of the crowd now. It's okay.." Yoongi tries to comfort Jin when he realizes he's shaking.

Jin shakes his head, afraid to open his mouth to speak. He places his hand over his face,his muscles tightened around his abdomen, pushing up thick bile into his throat. No..not now..please..

Namjoon acts quickly when he notices the color completely drain from Jin's face, knowing whats coming before Jin even clamped his hand over his mouth. "Sh*t, Fu*k.." he curses, reaching forward to ruffle through the center console, finding a plastic bag.

Jin tried to hold it back while Namjoon searched for something, swallowing down the bile, but it ended coming right back up with more force. He felt the warm sick fill his hand only upsetting his stomach even more.

Namjoon quickly opens the plastic bag for Jin, holding it underneath him. Yoongi looks for napkins, using the water from his carry on to wet it, taking Jins hand to clean it.

"I-im..I'm sorr..sorry.." Jin whimpers in between heaves, throwing up into the bag Namjoon held open as wide as possible.

"Hyung no, don't be sorry. Things happen..you can't help being sick. It's okay." Yoongi wets another napkin, swallowing the spit that pooled in his mouth. I can handle this. It's no big deal.. I can just wash my hands later..I can't get sick too..hyungie needs help..

Yoongi quickly tosses the soiled napkin in the bag in-between heaves, checking Jin's hand once more to be sure he got it all before taking his hand in his, rubbing his knuckles. His heart clenched when he saw Jin's eyes pooling with tears as another mouthful pushes up.

Hoseok buried his face into Jungkooks shoulder, his stomach churning sympathetically at the sound of Jin.

"Hang on, I'll help.. Hobi-hyung just wait.."Jungkook ruffles through his pocket, finding his headphones and sticking them in Hoseoks ears, turning on music to try to help. The distraction of helping Hoseok helped him hold back his emotions.

Namjoon tried to keep Jin's mind distracted so he didn't notice the others around him, talking to him gently to try to keep the focus on him and not the fact Yoongi had lost the color to his face, Hoseok was fighting the urge to Vomit from the sound of him and the teary eyed Kook who couldn't stand seeing his brothers like this.

"You'll feel better once it's all out.. it's okay.. most of us have gotten airsick before..it's no big deal..just focus on breathing.. it's okay..it's okay.."

Jin let out another few mouthfuls of half digested food, his body trembling with effort, his energy draining. His muscles burned, pushing up less each time until nothing came but thick saliva.

"I..i..m..done now.." Jin speaks in a hoarse whisper, leaning against Yoongi, trying to catch his breath again. "I'm..I'm okay now.."

"Do you think you can drink some water?" Namjoon asks softly, his hands shaking as he ties up the bag, staff grabbing to take it from him. He's still really pale and his breathing is really rough.. I hope we can get to the hotel without any issues..we had to switch hotels twice when we were in the Phillipines..

"Namjoon-ah..calm down..it's okay..I'm feeling better than I look..really.." Jin coughs in between his sentences, ruining the comfort he was trying to give his anxious leader. Jin takes a drink of the water, hoping that would help soothe his nerves.

Namjoon pushes Jin's bangs out of his face, checking to see if he felt warm to the touch, relaxing when he hardly feels warmer than his own forehead. "Try to rest until it's time to get out hyungie.."

Jin nods, getting comfortable on Yoongi's shoulder, only taking a few minutes for exhaustion to hit.

"Hyungie.. the alarm is going off. Are you awake?" Taehyung calls softly to Jin from his bed in the hotel room they shared.

"I am now..."Jin yawns, rolling over to face Taehyung, closing his eyes when the bright light from the window hits his face, making him painfully aware of the pounding headache he had didn't go away even after napping and a couple pain relievers. "What time is it..?"

"It's four-thirty, we need to be ready in an hour to go to the show..I'm sorry to wake you.. I wanted to give you time to get ready.." Taehyung apologizes with a bow,feeling guilty to wake up Jin, his stomach knotting.

He quickly runs to close the blinds when he notices it is bothering his older brother. "Sorry. I didn't want to turn on the light..the bedside lamp is broken.."

"It's okay Vuu, don't apologize. You did the right thing. I'd hate to make staff have to work on dirty hair" Jin drags himself out of bed, trying to keep himself from shaking in front of Taehyung. "I'm going to shower. Could you choose me and an outfit?"

"Of course Hyung." Taehyung goes to Jin's suitcase to find something comfortable. Jinnie-hyung still looks pale.. I'll have to tell Namjoon..

Jin goes into the bathroom, taking a few shaky breaths. Why do I feel worse after sleeping? My head still hurts just as much as before and my muscles still burn.. I need to pull myself together..Namjoon needs me to be there for him. He gets so nervous at events like this..

He slowly strips out of his clothes, turning on the shower, sitting in the tub, letting the water cascade down his back, hoping the warmth could do something for the pain.

Jin is awake now, but I don't think he's feeling any better.. It's too early for him to take another dose of pain pills, though..

Taehyung makes a chat with the other members excluding Jin.

Medical staff hasn't landed, the other flight got delayed.. they won't be here until tomorrow. Staff is looking for a local doctor that will come see him. If he gets any worse tell me. I'll get staff to take him to the hospital.

Namjoon texts. He had already wanted to find him help as soon as they landed, but finding a doctor that makes house calls last minute when it wasn't an emergency wasn't working in his favor.

Taehyung felt his heart fluttering with worry when he hears Jin coughing hard in the bathroom, rushing to check on him. "Are you throwing up hyung..?"

"No, no I'm okay..my throat is just sore from getting sick like that earlier." Jin reassures Taehyung, trying to clear his throat.

"I'll make you some tea Hyung." Taehyung places the clothes he chose for Jin on the counter, going to the keurig and placing a green tea pod inside.

Taehyung returns to the bathroom letting the tea brew. "Hyung do you want me to wash your hair? Maybe a scalp massage will help your headache."

"Alright.. but you aren't coming in here." Jin wets his hair once more before turning off the showerhead, the water running in the bath, hitting his feet.

Taehyung opens the curtains, taking the shampoo and creating a lather, massaging it gently into Jin's scalp. "I'm not being too rough am i?"

"No..it feels nice.." Jin hums, closing his eyes when Taehyung washes his bangs, the gentle circles ebbing a bit of the pain away to make it more tolerable.

Taehyung feels his shoulders relax when he hears Jin's soft sigh, giving him a sign that he was doing something to help ease the pain that plagued his eldest hyung. "Does your stomach still hurt hyung?"

"It hurts, but like..don't feel like I'm going to throw up, but my sides burn when i take a deep breath..it's sore.." Jin tells him earnestly.

"Hang on, hyung.." Taehyung goes to the kitchen, getting the ice bucket. He fills it with water halfway, using it to get the soap out of Jin's hair without having to shove his head under the sink or stand in the shower. "Keep your eyes closed, please hyung..." Taehyung keeps one hand on Jins forehead, making a barrier to keep the soap from running down into Jins eyes.

Jin obeys, pawing at his sore stomach, trying to rub the pain away. "Thank you Tete.." Jin says with a gentle smile when Taehyung finishes up with his hair, holding back a cough. "You should focus on getting ready yourself, I can wash up myself from here. I'm feeling much better now.."

"Okay hyung..I'll leave the door cracked..call for me if you need anything." Taehyung leaves, looking back at Jin before Jin pulled the curtain shut to turn back on the shower.

Washing him perked him up a bit, but he's got a cough now.. I hope he'll be okay to do the interview and performance..

Taehyung types his worries.

His throat is probably just sore from puking earlier, but I asked staff to get some medicine just in case.

Hoseok texts back, followed by Namjoon.

I'll do what I can to keep the questions off of him during the interview, and if he's not feeling well enough to perform, we can always have him sit it out.

Namjoon texts back,Taehyung feeling the tension in his shoulders loosen. The hyungs have it handled. I just need to do all i can for the team..

Okay. I made him some tea to see if that will help with his throat..

Taehyung quickly texts back, putting his phone down and returning to the kitchen to add a bit of sugar to try to combat the bitter of the tea.

Jin finishes up in the bath, wrapping a towel around his body, his knees folding underneath him when he tries to stand, dizziness making him crash onto the tile.

Taehyung runs to check on him when he hears the sound, checking his ankles for any sign of injury before getting him to his feet, sitting him up on the toliet to get him dry, rubbing a towel across his dripping body.

"Are you okay, hyung?" Taehyung says, voice a pitch higher with worry, checking Jin's legs for injuries, frowning when he sees a bruise forming on his knee."What happened?"

"I'm okay Vuu, I just fell. It's just a little bruise. It's no big deal." Jin tells Taehyung, trying to get his vision to focus on him. What's going on with me? My body feels so weak.. I need to pull myself together..

"Hyung please don't lie to me.. Are you sure you can do this? You don't look well.." Taehyung speaks softly, trying to dry Jin's hair with the towel, his his heart tightening when Jin coughs when he tries to answer.

Taehyung rubs his back, trying to ease the pain, sighing with relief when the cough stops as quickly as it begins, but that isn't good enough for him."Hyung, I don't think you should perform.. Please, consider sitting it out? At least the dancing?" He asks gently.

"I'm okay Taehyungie, I just caught a cold.. I'll take some medicine and go to bed early tonight." Jin reassures Taehyung sounding more confident than he really felt. Army worked hard to help us win this award..the least I can do is perform a few songs for them...

Jin coughs into his sleeve, trying to silence it to stop himself from interrupting Namjoon, who was politely answering the interviewers question. He feels a hand touch his thigh, looking at the owner of it, meeting the eyes of Jungkook.

The mankae offers him a water bottle, him taking it gratefully. 'Thank you..' Jin mouths, trying to wash down the foul taste of phlegm that his body kept coughing up.

Why do I feel worse after taking medicine? This isn't good..I'm performing soon..

"One last question for the group. This is the first time you'll be performing Destiny live. Army is so excited. Does it have choreography?" The interviewer asks, Jin's heart dropping into his stomach when the realization hits him.

That's right.. we've been practicing this song for a month now to show Army.. I can't let the sleepless nights we spent go to waste.. why do I have to have a center position..?

"It's okay Hyung.. you got this.." Jimin leans in to Jin, pressing his forehead against his cheek to comfort him, quickly pulling back when he feels the warmth. "Hyung-"

Jimin gets cut off by Namjoon’s voice. "This has been..."

"BTS.." Everyone speaks after him, ending the interview, the boys being rushed by staff to quickly get ready.

Jimin goes to go to Namjoon to tell him about Jin's declining health, but Jin takes his wrist. "Jimin-ah please, don't tell him.. I can do this.. I'll tell him after we perform Destiny. We worked so hard on it.. I won't be able to sleep tonight if I ruin this for everyone. It's only been twenty minutes since I took the medicine, it'll kick in by the time we perform. I'll ge okay.."

Jimin wanted to argue against him, but the determination and desperation in Jin's eyes made him give in. This means so much to him.. he'll regret it if he doesn't try and the guilt will only make him feel worse..

"Please Jimin?" Jin asks once more, knowing Jimin was close to giving in.

"Hyung please take it easy when you perform.. Army will understand if you don't give it your all..okay?" Jimin touches his shoulder, pleading in a whisper when he sees staff approaching them, giving them their mics.

"Five minutes until you perform."

Jin could feel the sweat already pooling at the back of his neck, covering up his mic to cough. He could hear Army starting the fanchant, waiting for the lights to come on.

Please..please I just need to last four minutes, please..

Jin pleaded with his body, his stomach twisting and churning with every movement, his head pounding at the sound of the screams he would normally cherish.

The lights turned on, making the screams louder as soon as Jungkook started to sing. Jin forced himself to move, his knee throbbing when he dropped to the ground to the beat, stumbling when he tried to quickly rise back to his feet.

Guilt churned his already sour stomach, bile trying to rise up his throat, but he continued to perform, ignoring his body's plea for him to stop. He moves to the next position, singing his part without letting the audience know how poorly he is feeling, quickly moving to side to cough, his throat unable to handle the notes he usually hit with ease.

Namjoon joins him, quickly getting him water before Hoseok finishes his verse. "Hyung you need to take it easy. I can see your hands trembling.. Are you okay?"

Jin doesn't answer him, taking the water from his hand and taking a drink,but the water his too heavy on his stomach, his body instantly pushing it up, placing his hand over his mouth, Vomit soaking his palm.

He could hear the crowd in front of him screaming in worry for him, his legs turning to jello, Namjoon quickly catching him before he hits the floor.

"Sh*t, Hyung.. we need to get you back stage, hang on.."

Namjoon flags staff over, the security guards leading him down the steps. Namjoon clenches his teeth, forcing himself not to follow Jin, quickly going back to the stage, nearly running into Jimin . It'll be too hard on the team for two of us to be missing. I'll check on him the moment we get off stage..

The members already knew what happened without Namjoon telling him, Jimin's voice trembling when he sings knowing he could've prevented it if he just told on Jin in the final place.

Jin is lead to the nearest waste bin, Mr. Lee holding him up as he throws up a thick liquid, his body trembling, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"I..i..ruined it.." He sobs, another mouthful of sick coming in-between reaches. "I let..everyone d..do.." his words get cut off by his stomach pushing up more hot sick, splashing into the bin.

"Don't speak. No one will blame you for being sick. Just focus on breathing right now.. okay Seokjin-sii?" Mr. Lee rubs his hand across Jin's back, feeling his body trembling with effort. "It's okay.. you need to calm down.."

Jin tries to take deep breaths, but each breath he tries to take only causes him to cough, his lungs screaming for air. "I...i..can't.."

After a few minutes he could hear the sound of his members rushing to him, Namjoon taking over for Mr.Lee. "hyung you can be so stubborn.. you should've told me you still felt like this.."

Jin felt Namjoon's arms wrap around his chest, supporting his weight as he dry heaves pushing up nothing but strings of spit "I'm..I'm sorry.." he answers in a raspy whisper, leaning into Namjoon, waiting for the waves of nausea to end.

"Hyung you dont have anything left in your stomach.. please try to breathe..." Namjoon adds softly, feeling himself sweat from contact, using his sleeve to wipe the sweat from Jin's face. "You're burning up.."

Jon focuses on breathing, the dry heaves dying down to coughs, pushing the can away from him, leaning into Namjoon. Namjoon gently lowers him gently moving him to be able to rest his head on his lap.

Yoongi wets a towel with a bottle of water, gently wiping the sweat from Jin's face, his heart tightening to see Jin's pained expression up close, his eyes tightly shut when he breathes in from his strained muscles.

"I'm sorry..I just wanted to do one.. song and I thought I had it.. under control.." Jins voice comes out soft, still trying to catch his breath, covering his face with his arm.

"Don't worry about that right now.. just focus on your breathing right now? Do you think you can drink some water?" Namjoon asks softly.

Jim shakes his head, his stomach churning at the thought of putting anything in his system. "Maybe...I should go to the hospital to get an IV.." he sits up slowly, holding his sore middle.

Yoongi places a hand on Jin's back to help him. "Hyung we weren't going to give you a choice on that one.. you really scared us Hyung.. especially Jiminie."

Jin looks around, his chest tightening when he sees Jimins eyes sparkling with unshed tears. "Im sorry I should've tried harder to talk you into not performing.."

"Jimin-ah..come here." Seokjin pulls Jimin into a hug. "I shouldn't asked you to be quiet.. it's not your fault okay? It's just mine for letting my emotions get the better of..." he coughs, trying to cover it with his fist.

"The car is ready." Staff tells them.

"Thank you.." Namjoon says, gently leading Jin to his feet, feeling him tremble with effort. He's trying to act tough, but he's still so pale and shaky. "Let's get you taken care of.. no more hiding how you feel okay hyung?"

[comfortjoonie]

Namjoon -- Sick at Comeback

Here it is! I hope you all like it. Leave a comment and let me know what you think. <3

Namjoon blows out a slow, deep breath as he puts his mic around his ear.  He’s had a long day of feeling nauseous and feverish.  “Joon?” Hoseok says, putting his hand on Namjoon’s back.  “You feeling alright?  You look pale…”

  Namjoon nods.  “I feel a little sick to my stomach…but I should be fine.”  He starts to stand up and Hoseok puts a hand over his forehead.  

“You feel so d*mn warm Joonie, maybe you should sit this one out?” Hoseok says.  Jungkook walks into the room.

“Everything ok?” he asks, looking at Joon’s sweaty face.  “Hyung?”

“He’s sick,” Hoseok says.  “Poor thing has a fever.”

Namjoon’s eyebrows furrow.  “I can do it,” he says.

“There’s no shame if you can’t–”

“--I can, though.”  Namjoon uses his sleeve to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

“Well, we’re coming out now, okay?”  Namjoon nods at Jungkook’s words and walks up the stairs to the main area behind the curtain.  Suddenly, he feels a pain in his stomach and winces, Hoseok watching.

“Joon…”

“Hyung, it’s o-ok…” Namjoon stutters, putting his hair behind his ear.  But it wasn’t ok, he felt like he could puke at any moment.

“Now, hyung~!” Jungkook said, grabbing Namjoon’s hand and pulling him out.  The bright lights make Namjoon’s nausea double, and he puts a hand on Hoseok for support.  He walks slowly to the front of the stage and listens to Yoongi’s speech before hearing the music start.  “D*mn…” he mumbles as he tries to find his place.

When Taehyung starts singing, Namjoon’s body goes into autopilot and he does all the choreography he’s worked so hard on for months.  His chest feels tight and he can’t breathe properly.  When his verse comes on, he mumbles the lyrics enough to make the backtrack sound fuller, but the backtrack does most of the work for him.  At the end of the take, he all but collapses onto the floor in front of the whole audience, facing his back to them with his head on his knees.  He’s trying to catch his breath when he feels Jin’s warm hand on his back.

“Joonie, baby, what’s wrong?” Jin asks in a hushed tone.  Namjoon feels a tear pricking at the corner of his eye.

“I…” he gasps for air.  “I can’t…”

“Joonie, calm down.”  All the members are gathered around the leader now.

Namjoon suddenly feels the urge to vomit and springs up to rush to the nearest toilet.  His legs are shaky but they carry him to the bathroom.  He’s too slow to shut the door before Seokjin is inside with him, and he barely manages to get the toilet lid up before he’s gagging and coughing up the little he could eat for breakfast.  Seokjin rubs his back and tells him not to cry, but Namjoon is already sobbing from the embarrassment and pain of it all.  He finally finishes and flushes the toilet, then shuts the lid and rests his face on it.

“Oh, Joonie, come on, that’s not sanitary.  Let’s get you home…”  Namjoon has started shivering from the fever.  “Someone get him a blanket!” Seokjin calls, and a few moments later Hoseok returns with a blanket that Seokjin wraps Namjoon in.

“You poor thing,” Hoseok mutters, hugging Namjoon and letting him warm up a bit.  “We should get him home,” Hoseok says.

“Bad news,” Jungkook says.  “Since we’re on the left side of the stage and the door is on the right, the only way to get him across is to walk him across the stage in front of the fans…”

Namjoon’s breathing picks up with a panic, but Seokjin soothes him.  “It’s okay Joonie.  We’ll just be honest and tell the fans you weren’t feeling well.  It’s ok.  Just breathe…” Seokjin rubs circles into Namjoon’s back and uses his thumb to wipe the tears from Namjoon’s eyes.

“Taehyung is already on it,” Jungkook says.  “He’s telling the fans that Namjoon has to go home.  Can you walk, Joonie?  A company car is waiting…”

Namjoon nods.  “I need help, though…” Jungkook instantly links arms with Namjoon and Seokjin takes his other arm.  They start walking up to the stage when Namjoon hears the crowd chanting,

“Kim Namjoon!  It’s okay!” over and over again.  When he walks into their sight, applause deafens him and he winces at the sound.  Taehyung shushes the crowd.  Namjoon can’t bring himself to show his face to the audience, so he turns away slightly so they can only see his hair and cheek.  He walks slowly with everyone else as the crowd continues to chant his name, a bit quieter.  He feels completely surrounded with love.  The members help him into a company car, and Seokjin gets in with him.

“You five keep performing.  I have the least lines and the most love for Joonie so I’ll go with him.”

“Most love for Joonie?” Jungkook’s jaw drops.  “How could you say that when I’m right here and he’s my idol?”

“How can either of you say that when I’m here and he’s my soulmate?” Hoseok asks playfully.  Namjoon smiles a little bit.

“We can discuss this later,” laughs Seokjin.  “We’ll see you all in a few hours.”

  All the members wave goodbye to Seokjin and Namjoon as the car pulls away.  Only five minutes into the ride, Namjoon is sleeping on Seokjin’s lap.

Seokjin pets his hair.  “You’re so cute like this Joonie…”  Sometimes he wished his Joon would get sick more often so he could cuddle him like this.  But he wouldn’t say that when Namjoon was feeling so bad.

Seokjin rubbed Namjoon’s back.  It was an hour-long drive.  He had plenty of time to go to sleep…but first..

Seokjin snapped a picture of Namjoon resting peacefully and sent it to the group chat before dozing off with his arm protecting Namjoon.

[princesslachimolala]

The Bangtan GC 📱

3. Who’s your bias? 🤔

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Synopsis: you (yn 🦊) are in a members-only group chat with BTS 💜

Pairings: platonic! ot7 x gn! reader

Warnings: slight angst

A/n: reader is gn (gender neutral) so read honorific’s as they apply to you, just my interpretation of who I think would bias who in this 8th member fic world, just meant to be fun not serious at all! Enjoy!

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🦊: I’m bored someone entertain me

🐻: can you not just leave your room and talk to us? we’re literally right next door?

🦊: but what’s the fun in that? then we can have these texts forever till we’re old and grey🥰

🐹: speak for yourself baby petal I may be getting old but I’m aging like fine wine 🍷

🐨: no one says that about themselves Jin hyung…

🐱: Jin hyung does

🐿: want me to spam the gc with old pictures of us yn-ie? we can reminisce the trainee days…😄

🐥: don’t dare Hobi hyung!! I don’t wanna to see my old hair…

🐰: I second that…

🦊: ughhhhhh

🐰: I felt that in my soul

🐥: ooh I have a fun question

🐱: ??

🐥: it has all the ingredients to properly entertain yn-ie… suspense, intrigue, drama…

🦊: oohh what’s the question minnie??

🐥: oh wouldn’t you like to know

🐰: they just said they did hyung?!

🐻: I want to know Minnie!!!! Ask me!!!!

🐥: if we each were part of army… who would be our bias?

🐨: oh here we go…

🐹: I’d bias myself

🐰: you can’t bias yourself hyung

🐹: that wasn’t a rule kookie

🦊: cmon oppa/hyung we know you’d be a joonie bias

🐥: hmm I think Jin hyung would be a yn bias

🐱: of course he would be

🐰: Yoongi hyung would also be a yn bias… maybe I am too

🦊: don’t be so dramatic guys, we all know Yoongi is a jimin bias

🦊: and kookie you’re 100% a namjoon bias, be so for real…

🐰: why you gotta out me like that

🐿: you don’t keep it quiet koo hahahaha

🐰: Hobi hyung is such a jimin bias too

🐥: he gives Jungkook bias vibes too though

🐻: who’s biasing me?😅

🐥: who do you think Tae? Me and yn obvs…

🐨: did you just admit Tae is your favourite Jimin?

🐻: wow thanks minnie🥹

🐻: feeling the love just waiting for my little one to admit it now

🦊: hope your not talking about me

🐻: who else is my little one? Jk is literally taller than me…

🦊: I would be an ot8 guys sorry, couldn’t pick

🐿: aw yn-ie that’s such a boring answer ✋🏻

🦊: Hobi!!!😭

🐿: I mean it’s sweet but… where’s the drama??

🐰: noona/hyung, you are kinda screaming Tae bias but also Jin bias??

🦊: but I love you all😭

🐱: wow a confession

🐨: we love you too baby petal🫶🏻

🐹: yah just accept your Jin bias status baby petal

🦊: but you don’t even bias me back oppa/hyung…

🐹: I did neither confirm nor deny little one

🦊: so that’s a yes?

🐹: …

🐹: it’s not a no…

🐿: AH-HA JIN HYUNG IS AN YN BIAS

🐱: okay so yn is a Jin bias, Jin is a yn bias, Tae and Minnie are obvs each other’s bias, Kook is a Joon bias… does that mean Joon is a kook bias?

🐨: I would bias the golden maknae for sure

🐰: sobbing

🐨: can you sob over my plants they need more watering?

🦊: Yoongi oppa/hyung you kinda give Hobi bias vibes

🐱: I’ll take that

🐿: thank you hyunggggg

🐿: I’ll bias you back hyung!!!

🐥: wow we’re all being so wholesome, this is not the drama I expected?

🦊: now let’s decide bias wreckers 😈

🐱: 🤦🏻

🐻: I’m a yn bias wrecker… there I said it

🦊: omg I was gonna say the same thing Tae 🥹

🐻: that you bias wreck yourself?

🦊: no- you, silly 🙄

🐻: ah- well thank you 🙄

🦊: you’re welcome 🙄

🐻: you’re stinky 🙄

🦊: back at your bro 🙄

🐻: double back at you, second brightest light in my life 🙄

🦊: wow- heartfelt or what 🙄

🐻: what?

🦊: what?

🐻: I asked you what

🦊: but I’m confused

🐻: it couldn’t be a simpler question

🐨: are yous gonna be a while or?

🐥: I love watching my babies argue 🥹

🐰: I hate watching my noona and hyung/hyungs argue 😔

🐱: we’ve reached chaos again

🐿: I’m gonna admit I’m a jimin bias wrecker hahahah

🐥: awww hyung!!! I’m a Hobi bias wrecker fr!!!

🐰: but I want Hobi as my bias wrecker 😔

🐥: you can still have him koo, there’s plenty of sunshine to go around…

🐱: I might be a Jin bias wrecker if we had to pick…

🐹: I’m a jk bias wrecker and proud

🦊: joonie?

🐨: uh- Suga hyung I guess

🦊: you okay joonie?

🐨: all fine, yn-ie

🐻: no bc no one picked Joon bias wrecker!!

🐻: sorry hyung!! I’ll bias wreck you!!

🐰: that means yn noona/hyung isn’t bias wrecked🥹

🦊: aw it’s just a game guys

🐰: but it’s not fair 😪

🐨: hyung’s okay koo, I just got in my head

🦊: aw joonie 🥺

🐱: we’re all undercover rap monster stans anyways

🐥: BIAS THE LEADER

🐰: NAMJOON IS MY PRESIDENT

🐻: NAMJOON IS MY KING

🦊: NAMJOONING IS MY LIFESTYLE

🐿: awwww look at all your dongsaengie’s joonie 🫶🏻

🐨: thanks guys

🐥: that conversation got more sentimental that I thought wow

🐹: ig we’re all ot8 army’s anyway right

🐿: yes yes 🫶🏻🫶🏻

🐰: I bias you all fr

🐱: this is so cheesy

🐱: but fr I love you all we’re tied by the red string of fate anyway

🐨: hyung- your obsessed with this red string of fate

🐱: because it’s true

🦊: thanks for entertaining me guys I’m sleepy now, goodnight!

🐰: noona/hyung! You can’t just dip like that it’s too early! Come play games with us in the game room🥺

🐥: we’re playing Fall Guys yn-ie 😏✋🏻

🐻: and I have snacks…

🐿: I’m coming to supervise

🐹: me too

🐨: coming too!

🐱: fine I’m omw…

🦊: say no more… it’s game night!! hehehe

🐰: hurry noona/hyung, Tae just stole player one from me🥺

🦊: Tae…

🐻: kookie always gets player one but✋🏻

🦊: I’m coming to sort this out…

🐥: yay ot8 game night!!!

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A/n: I have no idea if this made sense or how to end this text thread but it preludes the next proper 8th member fic… it’s game night with Bangtan🫶🏻 hope you thought it was fun!

[sweetlyskz]

For Better or for Worse

Chapter Two: Jungkook’s Big Mouth

Overview: you weren’t thrilled to be moving in with bangtan but you learned to come to terms with it. Your father however did not. When truths come to light and secrets are revealed, will you switch sides or simply exclude yourself from the situation altogether?

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A/n: i know I didn’t say this before and IM SORRY but I had thoughts about making jk a little?¿ I tested it out in this chapter a little so just lmk if you like it

Sadly, the day had come. You'd been trying to avoid the reality of it all but now you have no choice but to face it. As you separated your belongings and threw them in the keep or trash box, someone knocked on your bedroom door.

“Hey sweetie…” It was your father. You hadn't talked to him in days, maybe weeks. It’s his fault this is happening. At least that's what you're convincing yourself. You ignored your fathers presence and continued to pack.

“Listen. I know you're mad. I truly am sorry but please believe me when I say I had no other choice. Bangtan said that they would let us keep our territory if I gave you to them.”

“I’m not a piece of property, I’m your daughter”, you reminded him. “And you didn’t do this for me or for us. You did it for you. You gave me to Bangtan in order to save yourself.”

It’s not like you didn’t know who they are. You’ve heard all of the stories and rumors about them. They were street racers, drug dealers, and only cared about one thing.

Their territory.

Your mother gives you one last hug before you leave. Out of everyone, she's taken it the hardest. For some reason she feels as though she could’ve done something to stop this. Knowing that this deal was made two whole years ago made your mother boil with anger, and a little guilt.

“I'm so sorry sweetie.”She plants a kiss on your forehead. “I wish I had known. M-maybe I would've-”

“Shh. It’s okay mom”. You sniffle, holding hands with your mother.

“I’ll be fine, I promise.”

“Kook, what did I just say?”

Jungkook was bouncing up and down in the backseat again, letting his excitement get the better of him. Joon doesn’t blame him though. It had been years since they had seen you that one time. Jungkook is no longer a baby, Jimin grew out his hair, and Namjoon got a little taller. Everything was different.

“Sorry hyung. It won't happen again”, Jungkook promised for the fifth time. Jin laughed.

“It's okay bun, just don't let it happen when Y/n gets in the car” he instructed Jungkook. “We don't want to annoy her or make her feel uncomfortable, right?”

Jungkook shook his head. “Not at all, hyung. I just can’t wait to show her all my stuffies.”(little jk supremacy!)

“All in due time kook”, said Joon. “I need you to be big when we have that important talk, okay?” He nodded.

The boys thought it would be better to set a pick up location for you, hoping it would keep you safe. Only Jungkook, Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jin came to get you (It was supposed to be just Jin and Namjoon but Tae and Jungkook refused to be left behind). The others were preparing your bedroom, even though they had plenty of room for you in their master bedroom. As long as you were comfortable with them, they didn't care about anything else.

When they arrived at the location (an obsolete tunnel of all places), you were already there, holding your fathers hand.

“Nice to finally see you again”, Jin bowed respectfully in front of you, trying to pretend your father wasn't even standing next to you. “I wish it had happened in other way, but this is our life and–”

“Can you just stop trying to play nice in front of my daughter?” Your father interrupted. “She’s not a dumbass, okay? She knows that you guys are nothing but petty criminals who whore around and will only see her as an object to use.” That snapped Jungkook out of his headspace very quickly and before you even had time to back away or help, Jungkook pushed your father against the hood of the car.

Joon laughed to himself. “If only you knew the truth. Maybe we would actually get along if you would just be honest with yourself.” Tae walked over to you and gently held your hand, leading you inside the car. Once you were safely in the car and buckled up, he placed a kiss on your cheek.

“Stay here. Joon just needs to have a talk with your dad and then we can go home” Taehyung told you, his boxy smile prominent. You slowly nodded, feeling more tense than before.

Jungkook held onto your father until Joon told him to let go, and even then he did so hesitantly.

“Baby is in the car bun. Go say hello”, Tae whispered to Kook, ruffling his hair. Jungkook being the obedient little he is, hopped his way to the car. The boys smiled watching him hop away.

“Can’t you see?” Jin asked your father. “Can’t you see how beautiful our family will be?”

“You don’t have to believe us”, Taehyung continued. “But we love your daughter. If you don’t see it now, you’ll see it soon enough.”

Jin handed Namjoon his hand pistol. “I'm sorry you won't be there for the wedding, but you brought this on yourself.”

The ride home was silent. You refused to talk to them, no matter how many questions they asked. Jungkook had worried that you may feel uncomfortable around them, him specifically.

You knew that Bangtan had money, but you didn’t know just how much they truly had, and pulling up to their mansion had you trying to figure it out. The twelve car garage Jin parked the car in might’ve been the same size as your fathers mansion. Walking into the mansion, it might have been three of your fathers mansions combined.

“Wow” was the first thing you had said since they’d seen you. It made Tae giggle. “I know it looks like a lot but we rarely use about half of this house. Lots of empty rooms”, he informed you, intertwining his fingers with yours. Jungkook ran up next to you and took your other hand.

“Already giving the hyungs more attention than me?” Jungkook pouted. “Well you can make it up to me by helping me name my stuffies.”

“Alright guys, enough” Joon broke it up. “Before we do a house tour, we need to have a little family meeting. Jinnie, can you grab the others?”

You, Jungkook, and Taehyung followed Namjoon to what looked like the living room. The others, including Jin, were already sitting on one side of the L shaped couch. You sat in the middle of the other side while Tae and Jungkook sat on opposite sides of you. Joon simply sat on one the loveseats.

“I’m sure you already know who I am, or all of us for that matter, but I would feel better if you hear it coming from us.” Joon looked at the others, as if he was trying to signal something. Jin sat up.

“Well, I’m Jin”, he said, stating the obvious. The pale guy with green hair rolled his eyes. “No, really?” He said sarcastically. His presence intimidated you, scared you.

“And this is Yoongi. He looks scary but he won’t even hurt a fly, I promise”, Jin said, almost as if he could read your mind. After all of the introductions Joon made you sit a little closer to him, now having a one on one conversation.

“I know this arrangement isn’t ideal but trust me when I say we did it for you, for us.”

You rolled your eyes. “So you blackmailing my father and ruining my future was for me? I don’t buy it. You did it for you, so that you could have some sort of hold over my father.”

“I know it seems this way but–”. You cut Jimin off, laughing. “You guys don’t actually care about me. The only thing you care about is your territory.”

Jungkook shook his head, on the verge of tears. “N-no. That’s not true. Joon tell her! Tell y/n about her dad.” The others gasped.

Joon side eyed kook. “Bun, not now.”

“What is he talking about”, you raised your voice, not even realizing that you weren’t sitting anymore. Jin tried to grab your arm but you pulled away, backing out of the living room. “Tell me the truth or I’m leaving.”

“Let’s talk about this when you're calm”, Hoseok tried to reason. Taehyung and Yoongi tried to calm you down as well but it only made it worse.

“I-I want to go home”. The tears started to run down your face. “I just want to go be with my family please.”

“Why would you want to go back to them?” Jungkook exclaimed. “They literally tried to have you killed twice! And you want to go to them?”

The room was silent. Namjoon cursed himself for not being able to shut him up. You were frozen in place.

“No”, you said plainly. “No. You're lying. You're just saying that to make me stay.”

“Princess we would never lie about something like this, we swear”, Namjoon told you. “If you just calm down, drink some water, and sit down for a little while, then I can tell you.”

Hesitantly, you sat back down. Jin ran to grab you a glass of water. After a couple of minutes of silence and wiping away tears, Namjoon speaks up.

“Okay, let's start from the beginning.”

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[soft-bellied-tannies]

Date Night Debauchery

The first post of Chubtober is a gift for my lovely friend, Cherry.

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“Hey Hobs, do you want to go out with us tonight? You can bring Yoongi, we would love to see him again. It’s been so long!” Jimin asked with a hopeful expression. 

His co-teacher at the dance academy rarely went out with them and they had only ever met Hoseok’s partner, Yoongi, a handful of times. The last time they saw Yoongi was nearly two years ago when Hoseok had started at the academy and the pair accepted invitations to welcome dinners.  

Jimin was very understanding and kind every time Hoseok mentioned that Yoongi was quite introverted and didn’t enjoy going out much. He would simply say that his partner, Jungkook, was similar and he hoped the couple knew that the invitation was always still there if they wanted to accept. 

Hoseok shook his head and honestly did look a little dejected. Jimin was a difficult person to say no to considering how genuine he always was.  “Sorry, Min-ah, you know Friday night is date night. Maybe another time!”

“Okay, have a good night! We’ll have a drink for you!” 

Sending them a parting wave, Hoseok hightailed it to his car. He had a few errands to run before he went home including picking up dinner. Making quick work of his pit stops, he was pulling into their driveway just thirty minutes later. 

Although he sometimes thought about taking Jimin up on the offer to go out, Friday nights with Yoongi were not something Hoseok ever wanted to give up. Uninterrupted time with his partner was always a priority, but over the past two years, the activities they partook in on date night had changed for the better in both their opinions.

“Yoon! I’m home!” Hoseok called out, waiting to see if he would get an answer. When he didn’t, he smiled and carried his bags into the kitchen. Yoongi loved a good nap after work so Hoseok never really questioned if he was taking a nap, just where he had ended up dozing off. 

After putting his haul away and separating their takeout into portions, Hoseok walked into the living room to find his partner just waking up from his sprawl on the couch as expected. Yoongi’s comfortable work-from-home outfit left little to the imagination, not that Hoseok minded the opportunity to ogle his partner’s evergrowing soft frame.

Hoseok knelt beside the couch and placed a hand on Yoongi’s plump cheek. He moved his thumb back and forth for a moment, excited for what the rest of the night held for them. “Hi, baby.” 

“Hey, how was your day?” Yoongi asked as he struggled a bit to sit up. He tugged his shirt down that had ridden up during his nap, a small strip of skin still visible at the bottom even after his adjustment. 

“Great, my seniors finally hit their routine and Jiminie and I came up with cool choreography for our new group. How about yours?” Hoseok replied, running a hand up and down Yoongi’s soft thigh - squeezing every now and then because he couldn’t resist sinking his fingers into his boyfriend’s skin. 

Yoongi shrugged and pouted his lips for a kiss before answering. “It was fine. Got a new set of lyrics finished with Joon and I picked up a new project from a group that is trying a new dark concept that I’m really into. Also, we need more peanut butter and ice cream sandwiches.” 

Hoseok nodded with a laugh. “Got it, I’ll add it to the grocery list. Ready for dinner?” 

“Absolutely, I’m starving,” Yoongi answered, patting his stomach and looking up at Hoseok who was now standing. “Did you get extra cheese?” 

“Of course, babe, I know your order by heart,” Hoseok said before heading to the kitchen, collecting the pizza boxes and extra add-ons like his salad and Yoongi’s cinnamon sticks. “You want beer or coke?” 

Yoongi gave him a little shy smile as he accepted one of the pizza boxes. “Both, please.” 

Hoseok kissed his forehead, watching as Yoongi grabbed the first slice and the edge of the box rested on the top of his stomach. His boyfriend was already to the crust when he got back with their drink selections. “Want any of my salad, Yoon?” 

Letting out an amused laugh, Yoongi shook his head while his mouth was full of the majority of his second slice. “I’m good, Hoba.” 

Cracking open one of the Coke cans, Hoseok handed it to Yoongi and warned him, “Here, babe, make sure you don’t choke.” 

Yoongi accepted the drink, chugging down half before going right back into his pizza. The box was now beside him on the couch, pizza in one hand and Coke in the other while they both rested on his stomach. “They kind of skimped on the bacon this time.”

Hoseok leaned over to inspect the pizza and he did have to agree, they went a little light on the toppings. “Yeah, they did, that’s annoying. Want me to go grab some of ours?” 

“Yes, please,” Yoongi responded with another sweet smile that had Hoseok ready to give him anything he ever wanted. He watched as his boyfriend let two handfuls of bacon bits rain down on what was left of his pizza before thanking him. “Mmm, much better. Thanks, jagi.” 

Hoseok then let Yoongi work on his pizza while he ate his salad and found something to watch. His boyfriend was starting on slice number six by the time Hoseok opened his pizza box which he knew would become Yoongi’s soon anyway. 

One pizza was nothing for him these days so Hoseok grabbed two slices for himself and put the box next to Yoongi so he could move seamlessly onto the next pizza once he finished his own. 

“Hey, babe, can I get another drink?” Yoongi asked after draining the can of Coke. Hoseok immediately had a can of beer open for him and, without missing a beat, he opened another as he knew that Yoongi always chugged the first beer in one go no matter how far in they were. 

Letting out a belch after downing his beer, Yoongi excused himself and accepted the second can. He kissed Hoseok on the cheek and absent-mindedly rubbed the top of his stomach for a brief moment, taking a quick measure of how full he was and determining that he had plenty of room left. 

Hoseok smirked when he noticed Yoongi spread his legs a bit and recline into the cushions. If he was getting comfortable on the couch, that meant he was planning on really going for it - ready to be stuck for a while instead of keeping it light enough to waddle off to bed when they were done. 

Reaching over to give Yoongi’s stomach a gentle prod, Hoseok followed it with a few encouraging smacks. “Come on, Yoon, it’s going to start getting cold soon. You hate cold pizza.”

Yoongi sighed, knowing that his boyfriend was right, and dug back in. He handed his beer to Hoseok and grabbed two slices, stacking them on top of each other and getting them down in what felt like seconds. After picking up the last slice of his pizza, he tossed the empty box onto the coffee table and pulled Hoseok’s closer to him. 

“Good job, baby,” Hoseok whispered, followed by a firm squeeze to Yoongi’s still-soft underbelly. “You have more after the pizza and I’m feeling a little impatient tonight. I might have to start feeding you myself soon.” 

If anything, that was more encouragement to slow down because Yoongi loved it when Hoseok fed him, but he, at least, needed to finish the pizza before handing over his control. He started in on his boyfriend’s pizza, realizing it would be easier to get down since it was simple pepperoni instead of the meat lovers he had just put away. 

Hosoek wondered if Yoongi had taken it easy during the day because he was actually maintaining a quick pace, going against the persistent teasing that had been happening. As he thought about it, he concluded that he couldn’t have gone that easy because there were at least four ice cream sandwiches left when he grabbed ice from the freezer that morning and now they were gone. 

By the time Hoseok had finished his salad and a couple of slices, Yoongi only had two left from the second pizza and his clothes were starting to look a little uncomfortable. “Finish that pizza, Yoon, and then I’ll help.” 

Yoongi simply nodded and continued powering through, grabbing the last two slices and wolfing them down as fast as possible. The waistband of his sweatpants was cutting into him and he wanted Hoseok to take over - reaching a level of feeding fatigue even if he definitely had room left to eat more. 

Slipping one hand beneath the tight band, Hoseok pulled it below Yoongi’s heavy belly. He moved his hands under the tight t-shirt to travel up from the soft underside across his midsection until he reached the crest of his now taut stomach, giving it an inquisitive press that brought a rumbling moan from his boyfriend’s chest. 

“There you go, baby. Much more comfortable, you just need more room, right?” Hoseok said teasingly, watching as Yoongi’s belly spread into his lap when he finally removed his hands. 

With that, Yoongi’s reprieve had ended as he watched Hoseok grab a bag from the restaurant and turn it over to dump out the contents. He wasn’t even sure how his boyfriend managed to get a bag full of icing cups for one order, but he would never complain about it. 

There was clearly enough to have one cup with each cinnamon stick which is exactly how Hoseok fed it to him. It was sickly sweet, but Yoongi couldn’t say no to the indulgent dessert. Part of him wished they saved a bit of the savory stuff to alternate bites, although Hoseok’s pace didn’t really allow for breaks anyway. 

After the fourth one, Yoongi simply gave into his partner’s control. He opened his mouth and ate what he was given without hesitation - reclined heavily into the couch cushions with his hands on his very full stomach until the dessert box was empty and it felt like every inch of his stomach was lined with cream cheese icing. 

Yoongi hadn’t even realized the steady stream of cinnamon and sugar stopped until Hoseok’s prodding hand was back on his stomach, finding very little give in his taut skin. He always ate a lot, especially at his boyfriend’s hand, but Yoongi felt absolutely beached tonight - dough and cheese with a bunch of sugar on top filling his stomach to the brim. 

“You okay, babe? You’re looking rather full,” Hoseok asked quietly as he continued his gentle massage of Yoongi’s bloated stomach. He knew Yoongi would answer with moans and groans for a little while, digesting his massive meal. 

This was Hoseok’s favorite part. That pride in seeing his handiwork on Yoongi’s frame, feeding his boyfriend into temporary immobile bliss. They could gladly spend hours this way - Hoseok manhandling and teasing Yoongi while he just let all the sensations overwhelm him. 

“Jiminie asked me to go out for drinks again. I keep telling him Fridays are date nights and he always offers for you to come, to see everyone again.” 

Yoongi made a small sound of embarrassment for two reasons. One, knowing where this conversation was headed, and two, from the gurgling sound of his stomach every time Hoseok pressed on a sensitive area.  

“Imagine what they would think of you now, baby. They haven’t seen you since I joined the studio and they see all those college pictures on the wall in my office. Remember how much smaller you were back then? Would they even recognize you? What happened to my little college basketball player, hmm?”

The moan Yoongi let out was his only answer, throwing his head back against the couch as Hoseok moved to straddle him - fighting his distended middle for space. The arousal overpowered the shame from his partner’s humiliating words. He could only imagine the look on Hoseok’s coworkers’ faces if they saw him again, especially Jimin whom Yoongi matched in stature two years and many, many pounds ago. 

Hoseok’s hands continued their caress of Yoongi’s belly as he placed random kisses on his partner’s exposed neck. He leaned forward slightly to rest more of his much slighter weight on Yoongi’s middle, bringing yet another guttural moan out of the bigger man. 

“You finished everything so fast, ate like a starving man when we both know you are never starving these days. I wonder how many snacks you pack away while I’m gone. Seems like there is something new on the grocery list every day.”

Yoongi was a non-verbal mess as he often became under his partner’s attention. He was convinced that Hoseok had the ability to cast some sort of spell over him, convincing him to melt under dedicated hands and intense words. 

“We still have time to go meet up with them, could get all dressed up and go out, but we both know that’s not happening since you wouldn’t be able to get off the couch by yourself. You can’t even fit this gut in your sweatpants right now. Putting jeans on would be a nightmare.” 

Hoseok was excitedly anticipating Yoongi’s response as it normally went one of two ways on nights like this. He would either completely agree and let Hoseok have his way with him or he would find a little resolve to argue back. Hoseok loved when Yoongi argued back. 

“I can get up just fine, thank you very much,” Yoongi mumbled, cheeks pink from both the heat of the moment and his partner’s endless teasing. 

With a raised brow, Hoseok climbed off Yoongi’s lap and he let out a disbelieving laugh. “Alright, big guy, let’s see it then.” 

Yoongi huffed in response to the nickname and the demand. He knew better than to challenge Hoseok and based on how much effort it took to attempt the first scooch forward, this was going to be a difficult attempt. All that food was heavy in his stomach, pushing both up and out in a way that made breathing a little tough and bending forward impossible. 

Rocking back and forth a few times, Yoongi stood slowly while using the little bit of momentum he built up. It took all of his strength to push past the wave of heartburn that rippled up his throat as he stood, a deep belch being forced out from the pressure on his middle. He let out a low breath, trying to hide the amount of effort it took. 

“See, per…perfectly fine,” Yoongi huffed, trying to act naturally as if his body was begging for him to collapse back into the cushions. He tugged his shirt back down around his distended middle as far as it would reach and rested his hands on his hips, pretending that his stomach didn’t feel like a lead weight hanging off of him. 

The necessary arch of Yoongi’s back to support his overfilled belly only pushed it farther forward, testing the limits of his already snug shirt. After a few more heaving breaths, he felt balanced enough to stay standing, but Yoongi knew that anything more than that would require assistance and at least another hour of digestion time.

Hoseok laughed and palmed the underside of Yoongi’s bloated stomach, giving it a gentle shake. “Well, clearly I haven’t fed you enough if you are ‘perfectly fine’. Sit down, baby, I’ll be back, and don’t even think about touching yourself.” 

Yoongi’s eyes widened as he heard the no-nonsense tone from Hoseok. He already felt ready to burst and he made the mistake of mouthing off to his partner. Tonight was far from over now. 

Part of Yoongi wanted to push it even more, maybe taking off his shirt or refusing to sit down, but he was already in for a little pain before his pleasure and that was enough for him. He fell back onto the couch with a heavy thud, groaning at the poor choice on his part - a sudden hit of nausea overcoming him with the jostling of his full stomach. 

Yoongi closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, resetting himself and preparing for the next round of food as if he hadn’t just put away eighty percent of their takeout order himself. Friday nights were always interesting, but he loved when Hoseok got a little mean, giving up all his control to his typically sunshiny partner. 

When Hoseok walked back into the living room with the unopened quart of vanilla ice cream and a bag of honey butter chips, Yoongi was confused. This was not a normal choice for his partner - ice cream obviously, but what was the point of the chips? 

Hoseok set the container of ice cream on the coffee table out of Yoongi’s reach and held out the bag of chips for the other to take. As he took the bag from his partner’s hand, Yoongi realized that there was a certain item missing from Hoseok’s haul - a spoon. 

Before Yoongi could ask any questions, he was given new instructions that made his eyes widen. Hoseok was full of surprises apparently. 

“Okay, big man, since you are feeling so confident tonight, you earned a little prize for yourself. You are going to eat those chips, keep yourself nice and full until this ice cream melts and once it’s ready, you are going to drink the whole thing, got it?” Hoseok explained as he stood in front of the couch, hands on his hips with a look of absolute seriousness on his face. 

Yoongi felt a shiver run down his spine at the tone of his partner’s voice. It had been a while since they had a night like this and thankfully he was sitting because this side of Hoseok always made him weak in the knees. 

“Yeah, got it.” 

“Mhmm, what was that?” Hoseok asked with a smirk.

“Yes, sir, I understand.” 

“Good boy.” 

Yoongi did everything he could to hold back the moan threatening to fall from his lips. The ask alone made him motivated, but the tone of Hoseok’s voice was nearly enough to send him over the edge untouched. 

Without further hesitation, Yoongi opened the bag of chips and put three in his mouth, ready to work through the bag like it was his job. He had to ignore the fact that his stomach was not on the same page as his mind. His body was screaming at him to be done with sweetened carbs for the night, but Yoongi had certainly trained his stomach at this point to persevere. 

He was desperate to have Hoseok’s hands back on him, but Yoongi knew that he wouldn’t get that until the ice cream was gone. That was the trade-off for being mouthy even if it was incredibly worth it in the end. 

Yoongi couldn’t help but smirk at Hoseok looking as if he could barely restrain himself from jumping back into Yoongi’s lap - well, whatever room was left for him. He simply continued pushing through the bags of chips, focusing on following all of Hoseok’s rules. 

Completely unaware of how much time had passed, Yoongi startled when his hand met the bottom of the now-empty chip bag. He looked up to find Hoseok’s amused expression looking back at him. 

“So greedy you didn’t even realize you ate the whole bag,” Hoseok teased while taking the empty bag out of his hand. “I gave you enough time to pace yourself for the ice cream to melt and yet you just can’t help yourself.”

Yoongi felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment before it shifted to a bit of discomfort. It was like the entire bag of chips hit his stomach all at once since he had zoned out through tearing through it. 

Letting out an involuntary groan, Yoongi leaned back and his hands found his stomach - his incredibly tight stomach. The pure amount of cheese, sugar, and grease fighting for room would be concerning if he didn’t absolutely love how full and fattening it felt. 

“So full…” Yoongi groaned as if he had any chance of stopping Hoseok’s plans. He was the one who brought this on himself and the pain of pushing through was always worth the reward in the end. 

Hoseok dropped onto his knees beside Yoongi considering his lap especially was lacking room for him to take his usual spot. He ran his hand up from Yoongi’s soft hip until he drummed his fingers across the taut crest of his partner’s overly full stomach. 

“I bet your ice cream is all melted now, baby.”

Yoongi felt packed so full that the thought of ice cream, melted or not, on top of everything else made him a bit nauseous, but the arousal of knowing that he could be more full with Hoseok’s hands all over him outweighed any feeling of sickness. 

“Can you do it?” Yoongi asked, certain that Hoseok would be nothing but excited at the request. 

Hoseok grabbed the container with a smile and carefully removed the lid, not wanting to spill a drop. “With pleasure, darling.” 

The anticipation sent a low heat through Yoongi’s groin, hoping that Hoseok would be ready to do all the work considering he felt glued to the couch before the ice cream that was about to sit at the top of his stomach. 

Yoongi felt the cold condensation on his bottom lip as Hoseok held the container up to his mouth. He was the farthest thing from hungry, but his mouth still watered like he hadn’t eaten in days. 

Although it was melted, the ice cream was still thick and cold as he started to drink - no reprieve from Hoseok as he held the container at a steady angle. The chilled liquid relieved some of the pain in his stomach at first until chugging reminded him just how little room he had left. 

The sugar-filled cream quite literally had nowhere to go except sit directly on top of his stomach. Every swallow felt like it was pushing Yoongi’s stomach farther than it had ever been pushed before. He was familiar with the feeling of going over his limit, but it had been quite a while since he felt that pinch in his side telling him to stop. 

Hoseok, ever observant, seemed to notice and gave him a little break - eyeing the bit of cream that dribbled down Yoongi’s chin as he did. He leaned in to lick it up slowly, enjoying the intimate taste of his partner. “Almost as sweet as you, sugar.” 

That sent Yoongi right back into a state of nonverbal mess, just able to moan in response as he was desperate for more. More of what? He didn’t even know. Possibly Hoseok’s touch, but now, Yoongi wanted nothing more than to prove how good he was even if his body disagreed.

At the moment though, he genuinely needed a break. The pinch in his side was slowly becoming a cramp. His breathing was felt quicker simply because he feared a deep breath may cause him to pop. 

Hoseok noticed Yoongi’s intentional breaths and smirked, wondering if he needed a little help digesting. He palmed Yoongi’s swollen belly and jostled it side to side. Yoongi immediately grabbed his partner’s hand in a tight grip, giving a silent signal that he could not handle the movement.

The last thing Yoongi wanted was to tap out and shaking his stomach would certainly make that happen. Seeing the way Yoongi’s eyes were closed as he breathed through the moment, Hoseok instantly got the hint and started running his fingers through his partner’s hair - peppering Yoongi’s face with soft kisses. 

Yoongi couldn’t help the relieved and endeared feeling that filled his chest as Hoseok was fully in tune with him, switching his touches to tender caresses. They may both love the intensity and teasing, but respect and care for each other were always going to be the priority. 

Hoseok brought his lips to Yoongi’s ear, kissing his neck just below and whispering, “Tell me what’s going on, baby.” 

“Just needed a break, I promise.” 

“You sure?” 

Yoongi started nodding, not wanting to lose the incredible direction of their “date night” as he had looked forward to Friday nights every single week. “Want to finish…please.” 

Hoseok smirked once again, leaning back and holding Yoongi’s plump cheeks in his hands. “My good boy, such good manners.” 

Yoongi involuntarily moaned in response to the praise, always reaching a point of uncontrollable desperation at this point of the night. He would be embarrassed if Hoseok didn’t love it. His moan, however, was cut off by the container once again finding his lips. 

Opening his mouth and leaning his head back against the couch, Yoongi watched in satisfaction as Hoseok’s eyes lit up. The container was tilting up in an instant, now angled higher as the cold yet melted cream poured into his mouth at a much higher pace. 

Yoongi never knew how Hoseok was capable of pushing his body past what he thought were his limits. It’s as if Hoseok’s praise and touch alone increased his stomach capacity. 

Seeming to go into another place mentally, Yoongi ignored everything except Hoseok’s warm hand on his belly and gentle praises in his ear. The second half of the pint was gone faster than the first, but it made itself just as well known. 

When Hoseok pulled the contained away, he saw every bit of Yoongi’s pleasure and pain - well aware that they had gone farther tonight than they had since close to the beginning. He didn’t know why since it was just a normal Friday night for them, but something was in the air that night.

Yoongi finally opened his eyes as he was missing Hoseok’s touch, confused as to the long pause. Usually, his partner would have been back on his lap and starting to get into his pants by now. 

To Yoongi’s surprise, Hoseok was in front of him with his phone out, apparently taking photos. The blush once again returned to Yoongi’s cheeks when he saw the pride on Hoseok’s face which was honestly deserved considering the work his partner had put into feeding him up. 

Without another warning, the photos were the farthest thing from Yoongi’s mind as Hoseok dropped to his knees in front of the couch and pulled the offensively tight fabric from Yoongi’s torso. 

After his shirt was pushed up to his chest, Yoongi expected Hoseok to move on to fight with the tight waistband of his sweatpants, but he was surprised by the warm sensation of Hoseok’s lips on the sensitive skin of his belly. 

Yoongi felt heat rise through his body when Hoseok dedicated himself to worshipping the angry pink lines across Yoongi’s pale middle. As if he weren’t covered in enough marks, Yoongi knew that his belly would be covered in a spread of sweet purple love bites to accompany his variety of old and new stretchmarks. 

Between the sudden nips from Hoseok’s teeth followed by the soothing open-mouth kisses, Yoongi could form no words. He sat heavily, melting into the couch cushions as he panted through the barrage of sensations from his partner. 

Yoongi’s hand found Hoseok’s hair and grabbed a handful, tugging slightly in a nonverbal attempt at reprieve. Before pulling away, Hoseok spent another ten seconds on the same spot he had been focused on, ensuring that a dark bruise would be left behind. 

Hoseok couldn’t help the smirk that formed on his face when he saw the absolute deshelved state of his partner. Yoongi was clearly trying and failing to keep it together and Hoseok loved being the one to cause that. 

“What’s wrong, my love?” Hoseok asked so sweetly as if he wasn’t just ravishing Yoongi’s array of stretch marks. 

Yoongi huffed and let his head fall back against the couch again to continue trying to collect himself. “Babe, if you keep going, I’m going to cum in pants like a teenager.” 

Hoseok laughed brightly, not expecting that response before bringing his expression back to an even more mischievous smirk. “Well, Yoon, that sounds like I’m doing my job correctly.” 

It seemed that Yoongi’s break was over as Hoseok’s hands sunk into his still taut belly and his lips found a new mark to focus on. He was immediately worked back to the edge of release as if they hadn’t taken a break at all. 

At that point, Yoongi knew better than to fight it and let himself fall into the bliss of Hoseok’s affection. He let the moans reverberate through his chest freely and melted into the soft couch. His hands found Hoseok’s hair once again, but this time in an encouraging, loving touch rather than a resistant one. 

Hoseok’s teeth scraped against Yoongi’s skin once again sending a shiver up his spine. His soft thighs instinctively tightened around his partner’s body that was still knelt between his legs. Hoseok blew a soft, cool breath across Yoongi’s flushed, warm skin spreading chills across his body. 

Pleasure was not a new sensation to Yoongi, but he certainly loved when Hoseok got creative in how to give it to him. Another strong grip of his thick sides was followed by a strong bite to one of his newer stretchmarks, the skin incredibly sensitive to the touch. 

Yoongi barely registered any pain at this point, just the hefty weight of his middle becoming less and less apparent with the impending release of the tension between them. He turned his face to the side and buried his chin into the cushion, finding a place to muffle his growing whines that accompanied his strung-together moans. 

Hoseok’s hand suddenly gripped his plump chin and brought their lips together as his other hand trailed down Yoongi’s belly, fighting slightly with his stretched-thin waistband until he could finish what he started. 

All that could be heard throughout their open living room was a final sobbing groan from Yoongi before labored breathing and Hoseok’s gentle whispers of praise were left. Neither knew how much time had passed when they finally separated enough to finally look at each other, and then promptly burst into laughter. 

“Well, this night has gone better than I even planned,” Hoseok said lightly, following it with a much sweeter kiss than his previous. 

Yoongi simply nodded and let his head fall back to his partner’s shoulder. “God, I’m exhausted.”

Hoseok chuckled again as he nodded. “I can imagine. You have a lot of calories and a good orgasm working against you.”

It was Yoongi’s turn to laugh since he really couldn’t disagree. What he could disagree with was the fact that Hoseok held his hands out to offer Yoongi help up as if that was something possible at the moment. 

“Hoba…jagiya, if you think I’m getting up any time soon, you are mistaken.” 

Hoseok did laugh, but Yoongi also saw the challenging look in his partner’s eye. “You need to get out of those pants at the very least, but we both could use a shower before bed.” 

Yoongi continued to look at Hoseok as if he were insane until he let out a deep sigh and finally brought his shirt back down to a slightly more acceptable place than bunched up under his arms. Although, his still very full belly made it more of a crop top than a full shirt. 

“15 minutes?” Yoongi asked, knowing he didn’t stand a chance bargaining against Hoseok. 

“Oh, sure, I can get you a little snack for your break too,” Hoseok responded, pointing over his shoulder to the kitchen. 

Yoongi groaned and held out his hands with an almost pitiful look on his face, knowing that was not an empty threat from his partner. “You are such a menace.” 

Hoseok could only laugh once more as he grabbed Yoongi’s hands and braced himself to help his heavy partner off the couch. He watched fondly as Yoongi wiggled to the edge of the couch cushion, mumbling about how he was going to be so bloated in the morning - as if that was a new thing for Saturday mornings. 

Once he was up, Yoongi felt Hoseok’s hands immediately wrapping around him from the back as his partner started to direct them down the hall to their bedroom. The walk was slow and slightly embarrassing as Hoseok commented on Yoongi’s ambling waddle to accommodate his stuffed belly. 

Yoongi couldn’t bring himself to actually feel any shame when all the comments were followed by the gentlest kisses to his neck and cheeks just as they were every time they made that walk from the living room to the bedroom. 

No matter how far Hoseok pushed him, Yoongi always loved date night.

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Take Care

Namjoon x Reader

Summary: Namjoon tries to remind you that looking after yourself is just as important as looking after you partner

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: slight angst, swearing, mentions of illness and medications, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @coffeedepressionsoup for this request! Sorry it took me soo long to get to, I got a little stuck, so it might be a bit eh, but I hope you’ll still like it!💜

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“Just please make sure to look after yourself.” That was one of the top five things that Namjoon said the most to you, second only to “I love you”. It might’ve made him sound a bit like an over concerned parent sometimes, but you didn’t mind, knowing he meant well.

He had always worried about you, even before you got together, and with the past few hectic weeks of work, his concern had only worsened, but you had tried to assure him that you were doing alright and managing fine, which wasn’t entirely true, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. He didn’t need to know about the long hours and sleepless nights to keep up with the deadlines that were rapidly creeping up on you.

Your eye twitched with fatigue as you scanned through your notes for the nith time, casting a quick glance at the clock before saving and closing your laptop, trying to push down the faint uneasy, sinking feeling in your gut, and focusing on getting ready for your evening out with Joon.

He had asked a few weeks ago if you wanted to come with him to a special art exhibition featuring one of his favorite artists, which you had readily agreed to, although currently, the idea of spending multiple hours wandering around a gallery didn’t sound ideal, but you couldn’t imagine canceling on him, knowing how much he loved getting to share his interests with you.

You were putting the finishing touches on your look when you heard him knock, smiling massively when you opened the door.

“Hi.” He said, kissing your cheek. “You look amazing.”

“Thank you, you look pretty spiffy yourself.” You teased, turning to grab your bag, pausing slightly as you were hit with a small wave of dizziness.

“You okay?” He asked.

“I’m fine, just a little tired.” You assured quickly, flashing him a quick grin, but he still frowned slightly, unconvinced.

“If you’re not feeling well, we don’t have to go-”

“No, I want to.” You interjected, stopping him. “You’ve been looking forward to this, I want to go.”

He looked like he wanted to argue with you, but he let it slide for the moment.

The majority of the night passed smoothly, you talked and laughed with his friends, earning more a few proud smiles from him, though you also noticed him periodically watching you with a cautious eye, making sure you were okay.

You’d begun to feel increasingly unwell at various points through the evening, but you’d managed to keep a calm facade for the most part, not wanting to spoil you and Joon’s evening, until you were suddenly hit with another wave of dizziness, causing your steps to falter.

You instinctively reached out for Namjoon, catching hold of his arm for support as you tried to steady yourself.

Joon immediately glanced down at you in concern, his other arm coming to wrap around your waist to hold you.

“Are you alright?!” He asked, eyeing you anxiously.

“yeah, I just feel dizzy.” You said weakly.

He instantly went into protective caregiver mode, carefully guiding you over to an empty bench in the corner of the room, bringing you some water, and feeling your forehead for any sign of fever while going through the usual list of questions.

“Did you eat today?” He asked.

“Yes.”

“Did you take your meds?”

“I-” You tried to think back through your day, but everything was a frenzied blur of work and getting ready to go out. “I might’ve forgotten it.”

“You might have forgotten?!” He asked sharply.

“I don’t know, Joon, I was busy! What does it matter?!” You snapped, not in the mood to be scolded by him.

“It matters if you get sick!” He said sternly, carefully pulling you up from your seat. “C’mon, we’re going home.”

“I’ll be fine, I just need to rest for a few minutes.” You tried to pull away from him, but the sudden movement caused another bout of dizziness to hit you, coupled this time with a touch of nausea that had you sinking back into your seat.

As soon as he saw your face lose color, every ounce of anger and frustration in his body disappeared, replaced only with worry for you.

“You’re not fine!” He said seriously. “We’re going home.”

You didn’t bother trying to argue with him anymore, feeling increasingly lightheaded and woozy, wanting nothing more in that moment than to just lay down.

Joon barely spoke on the way home, a growing sense of guilt brewing on your stomach as you watched him, his hands tight on the steering wheel as he drove.

“Joon-” You started, but he was quick to stop you.

“We’ll talk about it in the morning, okay? Right now, I just want you to rest.”

As soon as you got home, he carried you to bed, helping you change and making sure you took your medications before finally sinking into the bed, falling into a dreamless sleep almost immediately.

Joon however barely slept, waking every couple of hours throughout the night to make sure you were alright. Eventually, he gave up on sleep entirely, watching over you while you slept instead.

You looked so fragile to him like this, his mind couldn’t help wandering back to your earlier comments. How much had you been neglecting yourself recently? Were you eating properly? He knew you hadn’t been sleeping well.

Maybe he was overreacting and it was just a one off event, but it was still more than enough to scare him. He was well aware how hectic things had been lately, but he had hoped they weren’t taking such a harsh toll on you like this.

When you woke the next morning, your eyes immediately landed on his half sleeping form propped up next to you in the bed.

“Joon?” You croaked, your voice small and ragged from sleep, snapping him to attention.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” He asked softly, gently brushing your hair away from your face.

“ ‘m okay, tired.” You replied.

“That’s alright.” He smiled. “Are you hungry? I can order food. I thought about trying to cook, but I figured that might not be the best idea.”

“Yeah, probably not.” You replied with a grin, glancing around sleepily. “What time is it?” The light streaming in through the curtains indicated that it was well past your normal wake up time.

“About ten.”

“What?” You gasped, scrambling to sit up, the sudden movement causing your head to spin again.

“Careful!” He said gently, pushing you back down into the bed. “Everything’s alright. You just need to take it easy and rest.”

“I can’t, I’ve got a deadline!” You tried to sit up again, but he pressed you back down firmly. My boss is probably wondering where the hell I-”

“I already texted your manager and told them you were sick and wouldn’t be in today.” He said matter of factly.

You gaped at him. “Why would you do that?!”

“Because you need to rest.” He said, pulling you into him. “They’ll be fine, everything won't fall apart just because you took a day. You need to take time to look after yourself too, you know?”

You looked down, avoiding his eyes, the guilt from the night before bubbling back to the surface.

“I know, I just…I didn’t wanna ruin your night.” You sniffed, trying to fight back the frustrated tears that threatened to spill. “I don’t know, I’m sorry I upset you.”

He pulled you closer. “The only thing I’m upset about is how hard you’ve been pushing yourself. I know things have been tough, but I don't want you to hide from me. And I don’t want you putting everyone else ahead of you. You are far too important to ever neglect, you hear me?”

You nodded, letting Namjoon wipe away the few stray tears that slipped down your cheeks, “I didn’t mean to get so caught up, it just kinda snowballed.”

“I know, I’ve done the same thing.” He pressed a kiss to your temple. “But do you remember what you did last time it happened?”

You scoffed. “Basically kidnapped you for the weekend?”

“Yep,” He grinned. “So, consider this my payback.”

Joon helped you get settled back under the covers, resting your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

“Thank you Joonie.” You mumbled.

“Always.” He wrapped his arms around you. “Get some rest, Sweetheart.”

You fell back to sleep in his arms, feeling safe and at peace for the first time in weeks.

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Anything Chapter 8

SUMMARY: On the precipice of death Wynter does the only thing she can think to do to save herself. Something that is forbidden in her practice….to summon a demon and make a deal. The demon that answers her call ask what Wynter is offering  and in her delirious state she answers with the only thing she can think of  “Anything”.

PAIRING: Demon!Yoongi x BlackWitch OC 

GENRE: Demon AU, Mystery, Strangers to Lovers, Soulmates, Smut, Fluff, Angst, slowburn

WARNINGS: violence, gore, murder (maybe), eventual smut, panic attacks, wayward love potion, some dry humping, f. masturbation, m. masturbation

WORDCOUNT: 6,198

A/N: Sorry this is so late! But I hope some spice will make up for it 🥺. I felt it was time to release some of the pressure, so I hope y'all enjoy!

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Life had been a blur of routines, work, and training for Wynter. She got up listened to Yoongi’s, early as fuck morning lectures. Went to work, where she then had to learn about whatever topic Namjoon thought to teach her about. Only to then come back home and have to do physical training with a demon who seemed to be hell bent on beating her up every chance he got. Wynter had made so many potions and gotten so many bruises in the past month one would think that she was preparing for battle. 

The past month they had been doing renovations to the shop with Taehyung. Namjoon had been adamant that the shop was completely fine, but Tae had stood on the counter and proclaimed that he had a “vision of a great mural that would bring peace to the world” that needed to go along the far wall filled with shelves of books. Namjoon had rolled his eyes so hard that Wynter thought they would get stuck in the back of his head. 

Alas, here Wynter was struggling to move one of the tall bookshelves over to it’s new home behind the counter. She rued the day when they would have to move the solid wooded counter over to it’s new home in front of the mural. Her muscles strained as she tried to shimmy the shelf. After what felt like 10 minutes, she decided to take a break to gather some of her strength back. Only to look and see that she had barely moved the shelf five feet from it’s original spot. 

A small cry of defeat left her lips as he hung her head. A squeaky cackle behind her alerted Wynter to an audience she didn’t know she had. She peeked around her shoulder to see Jin and Taehyung walking over to the shelf and picked it up together with ease. “You need some big strong men to help you?” Jin got out through his laughter.

“Shut it! I was moving it perfectly fine on my own.”

“Oh yeah,” Taehynug grunted out, “The whole inch you moved it from the wall was impressive.” His boxy grin was on full display as he readjusted his grip on the bottom of the shelf. 

Wynter opened her mouth to to rebuttal and was immediately cut off by Jin, “Why don’t you just go and be pretty away from the heavy furniture.”

“I am more than just a pretty face, Seokjin,” Wynter was pouting so hard she might have well stomped her foot. 

“Yes,” Jin grunt as he and Taehyung sat the piece down in it’s new home, “We know you are a highly intelligent, strong and capable woman.” Jin squished her full cheeks in his hands and shook her head back and forth. “But sometimes it’s okay to just be pretty and help elsewhere.” Turning her still squished face over to where she could see Namjoon trying and failing to organize the  potion display case, a pile of broken glass already swept neatly to the side. “Now you can’t be as pretty as me, but Joon does need your help. He would be lost without you at this point.” Jin smiled down at Wynter’s pouted out face. 

She guess he was right. She could just be pretty today. Sighing she pulled her face out of his large hands and scrunched it up in resignation. “Fine. I’ll go assist mr.clumsy with my pretty face.” She held her hands up under her chin and smiled as she walked away leaving both men chuckling as they continued. 

It was a good thing that Jin sent her over because Namjoon had broken seven potions already. Sighing she grabbed a rag that was laying around and got down to start cleaning up the red and milky white liquid spilled over the floor. “No wait-” Namjoon had tried to warn her before she could mixed the two together but it was too late. Wynter felt a tingle and then a burning sensation before her body filled with a warm and gooey feeling. It happened all in a matter of seconds and ended in the same amount of time as well. 

“What the fuck was that?” Wynter slowly turned her head to see a painfully remorseful look on Namjoon’s handsome face. 

“Okay, but you can’t be mad,” he started. When all he got was a more intense glare than before he fussed up. “So the white potion was one to help open someone’s mind up to suggestion,” hearing the small intake of breathe Wynter took in he rushed out the rest. “Not in a mind control way but in a you’re able to suggest things that the effected person was already thinking about or feeling in one way ot the other.”

“Like my sweeten’ tea?”

“Yes! Like your sweet tea.”

“And the red potion,” Wynter could feel a severe headache coming on. 

“Ah, a love potion,” Namjoon shyly said, “You know just a weak one.”

Wynter felt like the world had stopped because he could not have possible just said a love potion. Even a weak one was able to influence and provoke strong emotional reactions from a person. Granted they only lasted for a day or so and didn’t control or coerce the person into doing anything they didn’t already want to. A glorified push some folks, mostly matchmakers, used to move folks in the right direction. 

“And combined,” She bit out lowly, watching as the normally imposing shaman try to make himself even smaller. 

“An aphrodisiac of an unknown strength and duration,” he squeaked out. If Wynter thought she could reach his face she would punch him right in it. Instead though she just closed her eyes, took a deep breath and nodded her head as she got up from her kneeling position, because what do you even say to that. 

She couldn’t say that she felt any different at the current moment? No intense feelings of lust had taken over her body. What she was feeling that was a slow burning rage towards the man in front of her. Rage was a passionate emotion sothe potion may be working. Opening and closing her mouth multiple times Wynter tried to find the calm center inside of her but was failing to locate it. So she just settled on turning and walking away. 

Wynter could her Namjoon’s apologies as she collected her stuff and stalked past Jin and Taehyung, who both looked on the scene with pure confusion. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She said out of habit before she made her way home. The day had been a great temperament day that now made Wynter feel like she was walking through hell. The feeling of her t-shirt rubbing against her skin was driving her absolutely crazy. As was her hair touching her neck. 

Walking in the apartment she threw down her bag at the entryway. Rushing over to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, hoping that it would cool her down. The cool liquid sliding down her throat seemed to be helping a little bit. Maybe if she just holed up in a cocoon in her bed she would be able to just wait out whatever effects the potion would have on her. Yeah. That would have to work because not knowing when whatever was going to happen would hit was not a chance she was willing to take. 

Sighing she made her way over to her bed stripping off her shirt, bra, and leggings, the fabric irritating her now too sensitive skin. She would take everything off but she never knew when Yoongi would be back, so she opted for her lights pair of sleep shorts and and a cropped tank top.  He had been gone more and more as of late, only really showing up to do combat training. An aspect that Wynter is still resentful of, pouting she crawled under her covers mummified herself to where only her face was sticking out of the mess of blankets. 

If the sensitivity of her skin was all she had to worry about she had never been more happy that she investing in silk sheets and a soft down comforter. Wrapped in a silky soft cloud with a fan blowing cool air on her face, Wynter dozed off for what felt like a total of fifteen minutes before she was rudely awakened by her cloud being ripped away from her. 

Wynter groaned and flopped on her back starfished. Opening her eyes she knew that it had been more than fifteen minutes by how the sunlight was now hitting the far wall. Knowing what time it was she looked up to see Yoongi standing at the foot of the bed. “Can we skip today? I don’t feel good,” she whined out. 

“Are you sick?” If Wynter didn’t know any better she would say that the question was tinged with a bit of worry. 

While she could tell him that Namjoon had accidentally dosed her with aphrodisiac at work, she knew that the conversation would not go as plan. Plus it was just embarrassing. Taking stock of her body and feelings, the tingling and sensitivity of her skin had not subsided. It wasn’t horrible so she knew she could still technically train. “Wynter.”

Kissing her teeth she looked off to the side pouting, “Not particularly. Just a bad day.” Wynter’s back hit the hard floor as her soft bed disappeared from under her body. “Why?” She groaned out as she rolled over to climb up to her feet. The space in the middle of the studio apartment have been pushed to the walls, creating a space for them to train. When she had mentioned that she had downstairs neighbors, Yoongi had simply stated that he had soundproofed the apartment, to which Wynter rolled her eyes. 

“People wanting to kill you don’t care if you have a bad day,” Yoongi stated in a flat tone as he tied his hair up out of face. He hair had gotten longer since he had been up top, which Wynter had noticed. What Wynter had failed to notice was how soft and full it looked? Also, had his arms always been that big? His black shirt looked like it was just one flex away from being ripped apart. It wasn’t like it was tight or anything just around his biceps. Wynter’s eyes trailed from his biceps down to his abs sill hidden by the fabric, and found herself wondering if he had a six pack or if he was just soft and lean. Roaming further down his body to the baggy gray sweatpants that left just enough to the imagination. If she looked hard enough she could see his - “Why are you staring at me?”

Snapping her mouth shut not even realizing that it was open. So, maybe the potion was having some other effects. Shaking her head she shrugged not really trusting her voice to respond without cracking. Giving her a confused look he shook his head before getting in position. His formed blurred before three extremely hot demons stood before her. The only way she could tell them apart was that the clones faces were still slightly blurred like an out of focus picture. 

Wynter bounced on the balls of her feet as she took a deep breath centering herself - opening herself up to the frigidness that was her power. The iceness crept down her arms until it rested in her hands. She usually described it as the feeling of nothing, they feeling that you get when you look in a empty room and get the feeling that it’s not actually empty. It was a weird add feeling but one that she had grown accustomed to. 

Yoongi didn’t give her time to acclimate like he normally would throwing her off as clone one rushed at her. Panicking she tried to dodge but ended up tripping and falling onto her side. Taking the opening clone two went to stomp her head narrowly missing as Wynter rolled away and got back up to her feet. 

She could barely get a hit in as both of the clones were coming at her from both sides. Her moves were feeling sluggish due to the potion but Wynter was feeling pretty good that she was holding her own. Apparently that was not enough for Yoongi since she could hear him yelling at her from the sidelines. Wynter knew that the point of the training was not only to prepare her to fight but also learn to integrate her power into different fighting styles. Being versatile was always an advantage in battle. The annoyingly right statement Yoongi constantly repeated stayed in the back of her mind. 

Taking a deep breathe she covered her fist in anti-matter before throwing a right hook that landed on clone two’s face. She felt the molecules disintegrate upon impact.  It’s head slowly turned back around to face her, half of it’s face a black void that reached up from its chin to the inner corner its right eye. Wynter’s chest still tighten every time she saw the damage she could inflict. No matter how many times Yoongi reassured her that the clones weren’t real and didn’t feel any pain, she still had the same visceral reaction. Knowing you had the power to rip atoms apart terrified her. 

Swallowing down her fear and unease she continued fighting until the clones resemble nothing but broken porcelain dolls- to void and broken to keep moving. Bending over with her hands on her knees Wynter gulped for breathe. The fight took more out of her than she thought. She spent most of it avoiding the clones making contact with her afraid her overly sensitive skin would cause her to fumble. Luckily their touch was cooling and seemed to calm the burning sensation down. 

“You’re sloppy today,” Yoongi walked over from where he had been perched on the kitchen counter observing her. Looking up from where her head was hanging she gave him an incredulous look. 

“I thought I did fine,” she huffed still trying to catch her breathe as she stood up tall. Watching him through weary eyes.

“No.” he stated flatly, waving his hand and disintegrating the clones the rest of the way. “If an actual opponent with half a brain and even less technique fought you, you’d be dead,” he finished flatly coming to stand in front of her. Yoongi’s presence loomed over her she tried to hold his gaze. She failed ultimately looking over to the side and before pushing some stray curls out of her face. 

“What do you suggest than?” When she looked back up at him she could of sworn that she saw his eyes flicker back up to her face. 

“We’ll fight.” Before she could start to protest, eyes widen in fear, Yoongi held up his hand to cut her off. “Fighting mindless clones is making you lazy. You need an actually challenge.”

Wynter couldn’t even disagree, even if this was a harder fight, it was just because she wasn’t at her best. Letting out a loud groan she nodded her head and got back into position ignoring the tingling of her skin. Her breathing was still heavy but that had to be from the previous fight. “No powers,” Wynter pleaded with round puppy eyes. 

Rolling his eyes Yoongi got into position as well, “No powers.” They stood there for a few seconds, each waiting for the other to attack first, but when Yoongi just quirked an eyebrow Wynter knew that he was waiting on her. Steeling herself she lead with her fist only to have it caught and be flipped onto her back. To say that groan that she let out was from pain would be a covenant lie. The place where Yoongi had gripped her arm felt as if a million nerves caught on fire, lighting the place up in the most euphoric feeling that went directly down to her now throbbing clit. Wynter just stared up at the ceiling trying to come back to herself. If this was the full extent of the potion she was not going to make it through this fight without having an orgasm through contact alone. 

Wynter needed to get it together and make it though this fight quickly. Slowly she climbed to her feet barely getting balanced before Yoongi lunged at her again, this time she dodged and kept dodging all of his hits. “You can’t just keep dodging,” he gritted out trying to land a kick. Oh yes I can. Wynter thought. You always said that when fighting an opponent stronger than you always fight to live not to win. I am perfectly aware I can not win against you. Wynter had taken to talking to Yoongi in her head when they were training cause fighting, breathing, and talking were too many things to focus on. 

Yoongi was annoyed that she had actually listened to him during that lecture. They had set up a safety zone for fights to mimic getting away from the opponent and he could see that was exactly where she was headed. Instead of attacking her, Yoongi simply just used her momentum to grab her arm and wrap her around until she was locked in his arms pressed to front. Wynter couldn’t control the moan that slipped from her mouth at the feeling of being pressed against the demon. 

Furrowing his brow Yoongi was sure he had heard that incorrectly but when he slightly pulled her closer and a small whimper fell from her plush open lips he was sure. He could feel a thrum in their bond that made him feel like he was boiling alive. “Can you please let go,” Wynter sounded breathless in his arms, chest heaving as she bit her lip to hold back any unwanted sounds. 

Giving a brief hum Yoongi reluctantly let her go. Once his arms freed her, Wynter had to stop herself from falling to her knees. On wampling legs she turned around to face Yoongi. Wynter could see he was confused, his brows furrowed and his hands arms to hovering in the air where he held her. She knew she looked flushed and the glistening skin was not because of her working out. Next time she saw Namjoon she was going to kill him. 

Taking the opportunity of Yoongi being stunned she delivered a swift kick to his chest causing him to stumble back a bit. Trying to take a capitalize on the momentum she tried to deliver a second kick, but by then Yoongi had regained his bearings. Using her kick he flipped her over pining her to the floor beneath him. Wynter’s arms were squished in between their bodies unable to move, especially with Yoongi’s grip binding her wrist. She struggled to grapple him off of her. The tighter Wynter wrapped her legs around his waist the harder Yoongi pinned her down with his hips to stop her from moving. 

“Stop moving,” Yoongi bit out trying to keep himself compose as Wynter kept brushing against his clothed bludge. He was thinking about literally anything to keep from getting hard finally just using his free hand along with his hips to pin her down. 

Wynter stopped in her struggle to escape the way too hot confines of Yoongi’s pin to really take in their position. They stared into each other’s eyes panting. Yoongi’s gaze was dark as he took in Wynter’s blown out eyes. Every place their bodies were connected caused a buzzing under her skin. Her body felt like a live wire and the heat of Yoongi’s gaze was igniting something in her that she had been trying to tamper down since they had first met. 

Yoongi shifted his weight on top of her causing Wynter to bend further in half. Biting her lip did nothing to hinder the sound of the moan the movement pulled out of her, nor did Wynter miss the way Yoongi’s eyes narrowed at the sound and flicker to where her full lips were tucked in between her teeth. The only sounds in the apartment were the sound of their panting and the small whimpers Wynter let out as the buzzing slowly became a raging fire. 

Slowly, Yoongi let his gaze wonder around her face and down to where her breast were spilling out of the top of her tank top before traveling back up to her eyes as if asking for permission Wynter freely gave. Yoongi slowly leaned down, his tongue darting out to lick his lips, his hip giving a tiny roll against sensitive core. Wynter’s fluttered shut, as a surprised low moan came from her now freed lips, an even smaller “please” just barely reached his ears. Their lips ghosted over each other before Yoongi worked through his hesitancy to go in for a kiss. 

Wynter’s ringtone blaring through the apartment seemed to break both of them out of whatever trance they were in. Scrambling out from under the demons body Wynter stumbled over to where her phone was laying on her bed. Bring the phone up tp her ear. “Yeah,”  she cleared throat gather her bearings. Yoongi watched from where he was still kneeled on the floor as Wynter fidgeted as she listen to Namjoon on the phone. “Um,” clearing her throat again, “the potion did have some,” pausing Wynter looked over at Yoongi giving a brief smile before turning back around. “Effects.” 

Namjoon prattled on a bit longer about working on a potion to reverse the effects and how if it’s still effecting her by the morning than she needed to call him ASAP. Everything going in one ear and out the other as all Wynter could concentrate on was heat cycling through her body as she tried to think of anything but the demon still on his knees behind her. “Yeah . Got it. Look, Joon, I get it you’re sorry but I gotta go,” she rushed out before hanging up and throwing her phone onto the bed. 

“What potion?” Wynter whipped around at the deep murmur on her ear. Yoongi was stood right behind her gaze locked onto hers. Unlike before being in this close of proximity was effecting her just as much as if he was touching her. 

“Uh, Namjoon dropped some potions and when I went to clean it up it made an aphrodisiac based love potion.” Yoongi’s brows shot up at her run-on sentence. Everything now made sense to him, smirking he looked down to where she was unconsciously leaning into his space, eyes slightly cloudy as she looked up at him. The potion seemed to be hitting her harder since they were soulmates and she would have already been naturally drawn to him.

Cupping her face gently in his hand, Yoongi ran his tumb over her bottom lip, pulling it down just enough to slide the tip in between her lips. “Gongjunim, is there something you want?” Yoongi teased curious as to how far she would go. He knew that the potion wouldn’t make Wynter do something she wouldn’t in her normal state, just lowered her inhibitions enough to give her permission to what she really wanted to do. Removing his thumb from between the softness of her lips, he took hold of her jaw guiding her face up towards his. Her umber eyes bouncing back and forth between his, clearly debating with herself on what to do. To give in or not. 

The brief clearing of the haze in her eyes told Yoongi her decision. Calmly pulling his hands back to himself he said softly, “I’m gonna go to a sweep of the neighborhood.” He slowly stepped back giving her enough time to change her mind, but to his slight disappointment she didn’t move forward. Seemingly forcing herself to stay put, as to not go to him. 

Wynter simply nodded not trusting her voice to work. It took all of her will power to not pounce on him as she watched him apparate out of the apartment and to god knows where. She heaved in a lungful of air and made a beeline for the bathroom, ripping her shirt off in the process. A cool shower should be able to calm the now constant buzzing her skin was feeling. Wynter peeled her shorts off her skin, her soaked through panties clung to her folds as she took them off making her flinch slightly when the cool air hit her. 

Never had she been this wet before. Turning on the water she jumped under the cold water her body seizing in shock from the stark temperature difference. The cold water rolled down her skin leaving icy hot trails down her body, doing nothing more than creating an unexpected type of sensation. Grabbing her breast in her hand she rolled the already pebbled nibbles in between her fingers as she leaned back against the wall. She could see why people enjoyed temperature play. The fluctuation between the heat of her body and the cold water was throwing her nerves into overdrive. 

Cupping her sex she didn’t even bother trying to suppress the relieved moan the small contact ripped from her. Sliding down into the little alcove, ignoring the way he body caused her hair and body products to clatter loudly to the shower floor. Letting go of her breast she grabbed under her thigh, lifting it to spread herself open. A shudder racked Wynter’s body at the first swipe of her clit. She wasn’t sensitive by any means but every nerve ending seemed to be sending every single every sensation straight to the small bud. Sucking in a breath she tilted her head back, licking her lips as she tried to regulate her breathing. 

Wynter hadn’t touched herself since Yoongi had came into her life - far to embarrassed at the prospect of getting caught, but in this moment she couldn’t have given two fucks if he walked into the bathroom while she was two fingers deep inside herself. All that kept playing in her head was the way that Yoongi had felt pressed against her. The way he held her down with no effort, taking control of her body. She knew that if she was any weaker she would have given in to him right than and there. 

The coil in her lower belly was beginning to tighten. Wynter wanted so badly to drop to her knees and unveil the impressive bludge she felt pressed against her core and swallow it whole. She wanted him to fuck her face. Fuck her into the mattress. On the kitchen counter, the living room, the floor. Her moans and squelching from her fingering her cunt fought for dominance in the small space. The sounds bouncing off the walls, no doubt amplifying the obscene noises. Wynter wanted Yoongi to fuck her until she forgot her name, until she was his and only his. The coil that had been so tightly wound in her belly finally snapped as she mewled out her demons name. The powerful orgasm his name ripped out of her caused her body to shudder and convulse in the aftershocks. 

Letting her leg slip out of her hand and onto the tub floor, Wynter allowed the cold water to sting against her skin as her temperature went back down to normal. It was like a fog had been lifted as a shiver racked her body. Jolting into action she quickly turned the water up to a warmer temperature and stood under it until her teeth stopped chattering. Her mind kept going back to what Namjoon said was the main function of the potion. A potion that opened the affected mind up to feel a strong physical reaction to a person they desired. Wynter went with desired as the L word had far too many connotation for her to even begin dealing with. 

Besides she wasn’t in love with, Yoongi. Right? Even if she had feelings for him they had to be just because of close proximity. Everyone fell in love or were at least attracted to their roomates at some point. Either way no matter the reason she reacted that viscerally to him was because of the potion and definitely not some underlying feeling she was intentionally suppressing because confronting it would complicate her life way too much. That and she clearly just needed an orgasm to get the potion out of her system. There was no way she admitting that to Namjoon though, so she would need to make up a lie to tell him that seemed believable. 

Yoongi stood outside the bathroom door with his cock still in his cum covered hand. He really had tried to go and do a check in the neighborhood, but the arousal beaming through the bond made it difficult to concentrate on his task. Aware that the fastest cure to love potions were orgasms he knew he needed to leave so that Wynter could have privacy to reach it herself. Though he was more than willing to give her as many as she needed even if it was just with his mouth. 

Tucking himself back into her sweats he cursed himself for coming back so early. Her sweet sounds and thoughts drew him in like a moth to a flame, and while he couldn’t see her, he could see the scenarios in her head crystal clear. Really her fault for having such a vivid minds eye. Yoongi knew that when the sound of his name fell from her lips, he needed to hear it for the rest of his life. She could be screaming at him for all he cared as long as she was saying his name. 

Fuck this was the exact opposite of what he was trying achieve. He had been initially keeping himself away from Wynter. Thought that throwing himself in the hunt for Jiyeon and leading a rebellion would keep him away from temptation that was his beautiful soulmate. Fuck. Turning he apparated as he walked away towards the window. The world turned into black smoke until it came back into focus. The smell of weed filled the air as he walked through the living room of the penthouse before plopping face first on the overly stuffed couch. “Why do you look like you want to murder the first person that speaks to you?” Hoseok asked as he exhaled the smoke. 

“And yet you’re still speaking,” Yoongi’s words came out mumbled as he shuffled over onto his back. Hoseok hum had Yoongi tilting his head back to look at the red haired demon, joint extended out for him to grab. Usually he would partake but he needed a clear head to sort through his thoughts. Shaking his head he turned his gaze back up to the exposed beams in the ceiling. He needed to clearly look at his situation. Their situation. Every bit of research he had done on soulmates had lead him to realize that it was rare, or at least rare enough that most people never met theirs. Even rarer to find regarding demons or entities without souls. The scroll he found at the monastery was the only one he found that every explicitly stated it. 

“What do you think about soulmates?” Yoongi heard Hoseok take another hit. Maybe he just needed to talk it out. Hobi had been with Yoongi since the very beginning. Growing up with him within the palace walls. A shining light of guidance who he knew had his best interest at heart and wouldn’t judge him for his thoughts. 

Making a noncommittal noise Hobi spoke, “I think that if they’re real  anyone who is able to find theirs should keep them as close as possible.” Yoongi hummed in agreement. “Why do you ask?”

Biting the corner of his lip he contemplated how to word what he had found. This was one of the first times Yoongi had kept something from his right hand man. Sitting up to look at Hoseok, he crossed his legs under him. “You know that contract that I took?”

“Yeah?”

“The bond feels different with her?” Yoongi huffed out. 

“Like incomplete, or..?” Hoseok’s lips were turned down into a frown as he waited for Yoongi to elaborate. 

“No,” Yoongi picked at his nail beds and he tried to gather his thoughts. This was surprisingly harder to talk about than he thought it would be. “Like you know how contractual bonds are always thin and cold. Faint because they’re temporary?” He wanted for Hobi to nodded before continuing. “The one with her feels concrete and warm. So warm and bright.” He whispered the last part in disbelief. Licking his lips he continued on, “When you found me at that monastery I had just got done reading about how demons can reform soul bonds.”

Looking up from his picked raw fingers Yoongi saw Hoseok’s brow furrow in a cross between confusion and disbelief, “Crazy I know! Since we renounce all of those but,” pausing he ran his hand through his hair in frustration. “I’ve felt it everyday since I’ve met her. Since before I even made the contractual bond with her. Her summoning was deafening. It filled my head making it really difficult to ignore and when I got to her I felt the bond snap into place before even speaking to her. It was a little frail. Out of curiosity I took the contract. That’s when it was like my world shifted and she became crystal clear.” 

It felt so good to finally admit that out loud. To admit that to himself. Yoongi had been avoiding that truth since the moment it happened, not wanting to face the reality of the situation. Because to face it meant making it real and making it real challenged the foundation on who Yoongi was as a demon. Who he had been for well over a century. “I know I sound crazy, but Hobi I feel it here,” balling his sweatshirt up right above his heart, Yoongi watched Hoseok’s face relax from it’s confused expression. “I feel it deep in my being. My emotions are coming back. My conscious is returning. I’m terrified of what any of this means. Terrified of what it means about who I am. Terrified about how dangerous it is for her if anyone finds out. Terrified about what this means for the rebellion. It doesn’t matter though because what I do know ia that denying it is no longer an option.”

Silence settled between the two friends at the end of Yoongi’s rant. His chest heaving as he pleaded with his longest friend to understand him. Hoseok’s face was unreadable and that scared Yoongi. Did he lose his trust? His respect? Was he gonna out him and lock him away? “Okay,” Hobi’s voice pulled Yoongi back to his friend. “If you believe that this is happening than I believe you.” The soft heart shape smile on his face sent a wave of relief rushing through Yoongi. 

He didn’t realize how much he needed the reassurance that he wasn’t crazy. That this was something that was actually happening to him. “I don’t know what this means but what I do know is that I’ll find any scrap of information I can to figure it out.” Patting Yoongi knee he watched Hobi make his way over to the bar cart in the corner and pour two glasses of whiskey. Bringing one over to Yoongi before sitting down and taking a swig himself. 

“I also think it’s a good idea to keep this as close to you as possible. If one of Jungsoo’s were to find out,” The implication in Hobi’s statement was loud to Yoongi. Having a weakness was bad at anytime, but especially in times of war. Yoongi saw it first hand with his own parents. It never ended well, and he would do everything in his power ensure that Wynter never saw that type of ending. 

The amber liquid burned his throat as too a sip, “I need to find out a way to keep her safe. Fuck,” hanging his head low Yoongi sighed, “I have to find a way to tell her.” That was really going to be the hardest part of this whole process. Yoongi knew that Wynter wasn’t going to accept or even entertain the idea of being soulmates with a demon. She barely accepted him now, but today showed him at least that feelings were there, the attraction was there, and that Yoongi could work with. 

Hoseok’s laughter filled the penthouse as he doubled over ignoring Yoongi’s pouts that it wasn’t funny. “I’m sorry, bro, but I haven’t seen you like this since you have a crush on that handmaiden when we were kids,” he spoke between laughs. Wiping the tears gathered in the corner of his eyes Hobi got up, patting Yoongi on the shoulder as he walked past him. “I’ll figure the scary shit out. You just worry about getting you pretty soulmate to fall for you.” Yoongi listened as his friends laughter tapered off down the hallway until he could no longer hear him. 

[here4kpopfics]

Hi, Kelly! Congrats on the milestone!!! You deserve all of that and so much more 💕💕

This is the first time I'm doing a drabble request, but I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity. I'm so excited to see what you'll do with everybody's prompts.

I was soo tempted to pick number 44.i’m only here for the dog for my boy Jungkook because I love Bam so much lmao. But I also saw that you maybe want to write more for other members too.

So I'm actually going with my other favourite virgo Namjoon and number 89. “YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!” if it hasn't already been requested 🥺 You can make it as smutty as you want!

Gongrats again, lovely💞💞💞

Iviiiiiiiiiii. I hope you enjoy. 💜 I had to hold myself back on this... 😅

Masterlist | AskBox | Coffee?

knj x reader | mentions of smutty fun time | 565 words | m/18+ | Joon being Joon. 🥵

“Hyung, you okay?” Jungkook’s voice brings Namjoon out of his thoughts. 

“Huh? Oh. Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” He flips the phone around in his hand a few times, looking straight ahead. 

“You’ve had your jaw clenched since the meeting. Did you and y/n have a fight?”

Oh, if only it was a fight. 

“Something like that.” He mumbles, looking back at his phone, but refusing to unlock it. “Hey, I gotta go…fix things with her. The meeting’s done anyway. Let the others know I won’t be back in the studio today, okay? I’ll see you later.” 

Jungkook doesn’t get to respond because Namjoon is storming his way out of the room and the building, straight into a car that takes him home where he knows you’re waiting for him. He brings out his phone, suppressing a groan seeing the photos and sends you a text. 

🐨Joonie: you better be on the bed ready for me in the next twenty minutes. You’re not going anywhere else tonight. 

You quickly scramble to the bedroom, throwing your phone somewhere on the couch in the living room. You crawl up the headboard, turning to sit down with your back fully against it, legs stretched forward and your hands together in your lap. He said twenty minutes, but he has always been really shitty about his concept of time. 

So you wait patiently, and sure enough, ten minutes later, you hear the front door open and sit up straighter, making sure the useless bra and thong are on correctly, and put a big innocent smile on your face as he walks through the bedroom door. 

“What the fuck was that?” His voice is low, sending shivers down your spine and straight to your core.

“What was what?” You feign innocence, watching with joy as his jaw clenches before he leans over the bed, grabbing your ankles and roughly pulling you toward the end of the bed. You have to hold yourself up enough so you don’t hit your head against the headboard from the action. 

“Don’t even, baby girl. You sent me pictures of you naked while I was in a work meeting.” He seethes through his teeth, spreading your legs, dangling them off the bed from the knee. 

“And? What’d you think?” You grin as he removes his belt, tossing it on the floor along with his jacket. 

“Oh, you wanna know what I think, baby girl?” He growls, a hand sliding up your body to wrap around your throat, “I think you’re going to take everything I give to you tonight and say thank you with no complaint because you deserve punishment. That’s what I think.”

You can’t help the desperation in your voice as you whisper the word please in response. 

“At least you asked nicely. Now how do you want to come first? My fingers, mouth, or straight to my cock?” You whine in response and he lets go of the persona for a moment to laugh, leaning forward to kiss you. 

“Mmm, it’s okay, baby. I’ll take care of you.” He speaks between kisses. 

“I love you, Joonie.” 

“I love you, too, baby girl. Scoot down the bed a bit more for me.” You do as he says, watching the way his eyes switch from glimmering brown to dark with lust. 

Heh. I really had to stop there because I could easily keep going with this. But alas, self control must be practiced. So. If this does well…I could see turning it into something…more? 👀

[beautifulpersonpeach]

I know you struggle to talk about your biases Bpp, but can you please try? Maybe pair them up like namgi and namseok then sope. I love how you talk about Jimin who you don't bias and I'm curious how you feel about the rapline.

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Sigh.

I won't be coherent. Fair warning. Also, note I'm speculating for most of this.

It's funny you asked me to write about the rapline in pairs, and listed Namgi first, because out of all the pairings in BTS, I suspect right now they're in conflict with each other. With nothing but a gut hunch, Joon missing one too many Yoongi events, and a few whispers, I feel it's possible they're in the middle of a feud and the other members are aware. I've got nothing concrete to support it so please don't ask, and I'm hoping I'm very wrong because a conflict between them could threaten the foundation of the group itself. The LA Times described Namjoon and Yoongi in BTS as John Lennon and Paul McCartney in the Beatles.

"Suga and RM are to BTS what Lennon and McCartney were to the Beatles….I think Suga is a bit more Lennon — more explicit in his antiestablishment sensibilities."

I recognize that yes Namgi in many ways influence the stability of the group, but I'm hoping they aren't like Lennon and McCartney in every way, because that really will be the end of BTS. Joon and Yoongi have both got massive egos, a strong sense of duty, and are both quite volatile. In my opinion. It's only a matter of time before they butt heads and honestly, these are all reasons I love them.

Conflict between Joon and Yoongi every now and then is almost guaranteed to happen because of the sort of men they are. I feel that conflict is healthy to their dynamic and that the conclusion of each conflict has only deepened their trust in each other. The flip side though is that with each new conflict, because of the deepened trust the stakes become higher each time. Given this is contract renewal season, they're all evaluating various life-changing options, and each of them will consider themselves first. This might mean conflict. And that's not necessarily bad. But even if it is, everyone will be fine. Whatever the outcome is, each of them will only choose what they feel is best for them, and that's good enough.

Another, possibly less controversial theory, is that Joon is experiencing a bad breakup. You know the kind. The sort that has you writing poems at 2 AM with a bowl of soggy cereal sitting forgotten on the kitchen counter. Either way, we'll be okay. :)

Taking it back to Namgi - one of the biggest reasons I fell in love with them was how they express themselves on a track.

Yoongi is an animal and doesn't pretend to be anything else. And Namjoon is a passionate, insane freak but is barely concealing it behind his carefully curated Tumblr-cottagecore-plant dad-art collector aesthetic. They're extremely problematic men those two, and I'm hoping to God they make it to 50 years without getting into real trouble.

I'm a sucker for their musicality. For all of it. All Day is a track that opens up the hair follicles in my head. I feel alive when I hear Joon's enunciating on Closer. HUH?! is the best drill track released by a Korean artist this year. The D-DAY tour is easily one of the best this decade hands down period. Amygdala exists. Like, the proficiency and excellence in their work just astounds me. Yoongi and Namjoon are professionals in every sense of the word. Artists who take the meaning of that word seriously. I love that they're a bit greedy too, and competitive. Hoseok is like that too, but he's got much better self-regulation.

Namgi could both benefit from being more tactful and weighing optics better, to list one negative, but I don't see this as a crippling flaw.

I've rambled a lot, but needless to say, I think Joon and Yoongi are hot as fuck.

[heottokes]

𝐚𝐜𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞. 58. nine months

acquiesce v. to accept something reluctantly but without protest. two strangers are trying to rewrite their story that was already written for them but to do that they need each other. yoongi needs y/n to keep his only dream alive and y/n needs yoongi to keep her secret hidden. so the two strangers form an unlikely alliance of playing pretend.

word count: 12k

꒰ m.list ➭ before • after ꒱

As you watch the cabin disappear from the rear-view mirror, everything begins to sink in. The hope you have clung onto finally has weight behind it. You were anxious at what that meant. This was far from over. Everything weighs on Jack and Yoongi’s conversation. It is not your turn to make a move yet. As Taehyung drives you back into the city, you caught up with your notifications. You had several miscalls and messages from everyone – especially Yoongi, Taehyung, Joon and Hobi. You hated how you made everyone worry to the point of involving the police. Of course, it was reasonable to think the worst happened, but you couldn’t explain the entire truth. You sigh after apologising to everyone. Taehyung glances at you before looking back at the road. “You okay?”

“This is all my fault.”

“Don’t say that.”

“It is.” You sink further into the passenger seat. “If it wasn’t for my questionable choices and lies, this wouldn’t have happened.”

Taehyung’s eyebrows scrunch up in disapproval. “We’ve been over this, y/n. What’s done is done. We can only worry about what we can do from now on.”

“I am facing the consequences of my actions, Tae. It’s not that simple especially with you and Yoongi involved. I can’t believe you let Yoongi confront Jack on his own.”

“There’s nothing Jack could do to me. And trust me when I say, Yoongi can take care of himself and you just fine.”

You sit up curious. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’ll let Yoongi explain.”

 ━━━☆

The moment you saw Yoongi, you felt tears prick your eyes. He greeted you with a tight-lipped smile, but you felt reassured from seeing it. You run into his arms needing to feel his warmth. The second you slammed your body against his, he lets out a chuckle and embraces you tightly. You thought you were never going to hear his laugh again. You thought you were going to forget the feeling of warmth that envelops your entire body because he’s the only person that could make you feel that way. “You’re going to be okay; I promise.” He rasps into your hair. Shivers tingle down your spine at the sound of his voice. How could you ever forget his voice?

You pull away far enough to wipe your tears. “I thought I would never see you again. I thought I would forget you.”

Yoongi cups your cheeks wiping your tears with his thumb. “Never. I would never let that happen.” You snuggle your warm cheeks against his cold hands feeling relief at the contrast. “Did he hurt you?” You shake your head no.

“But he made you share a bed?” Both of you turn to Taehyung who was visibly irritated, understandably. You watch Yoongi’s jaw clench and anger seep through his features just like Taehyung.

You squeeze his hands grabbing his attention. “We didn’t share a bed for most of the nights I was there. And the nights that we did, he didn’t do anything more than hold me. I’m not defending him, but I am grateful that that was a far as it went.”

Yoongi’s gaze softens. “Me too,” You kiss Yoongi’s palm not caring anymore about what it could mean. You have spent too long holding yourself back, thinking too much and not doing enough. At first, you had an excuse, you didn’t know how you felt so you couldn’t jump right in and drag Yoongi with you only to pull away when you realised you made a mistake. But you know how you feel, you’ve known for a while now so there’s no more excuses. If he doesn’t feel the same way, then you’ll accept whatever place he allows you in his life. “What can I do for you? You’ve been through a lot this past week.”

“Just be here with me.”

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Taehyung was already at the library when you and Jin arrived. He hadn’t looked up from his textbook when you both joined him. You greeted each other in whispers before beginning your study session. You were pleasantly surprised at Jin’s notes for the past week. “You can write notes this well when you’ve just been using my notes?” You whispered at Jin who shrugs.

“Why would I write notes when I know you will be anyway?” You shake your head not being able to fight his logic.

Slowly your table fills up with the rest of the gang. Adora opened the chair next to you and Yoongi sits on it as if she opened the chair for him. Yoongi doesn’t look at her and keeps his gaze on you. “Hi,”

You giggle. “Hi,” Adora raises her fist behind him as Hyewon directs her to sit across from you with Taehyung. There wasn’t much talking as everyone puts their heads down for finals. Adora had the hardest time concentrating as she would get up every now and then to go to another table to talk. The dance majors huddled around a computer and whiteboard discussing positions and formation for their performance. Namjoon had his head down filtering from one book to another as he types up his cheat sheet. 2Do, Hyewon and Yoongi paired up in twos to quiz each other on the theory. You and Jin discussed your thoughts on case studies as practice.

━━━☆

It had been nine hours of studying with breaks here and there when all of you decided to call it a night. You exited the library quietly taking in the cool night breeze. Adora stretched her arms congratulating herself on a good study session when Dohyeong points out, “You barely studied.” Everyone laughs when the two begin to bicker.

“If you’re going to argue, can you at least walk while you do it? I’m starving.” Jungkook rubs his stomach leading the way to the restaurant.

Everyone follows his lead and Yoongi finds himself walking next to you. “How are you?”

You smile when he nudges his arm against yours. “I’m okay, really.” You emphasise seeing his worried eyes trained on your expression. “I’m worried about missing the week off school, but I know I can catch up and study for finals if I go to the library every night from now on.”

“And because you have the best note taker to rely on.” Jin turns around puffing his chest out.

“Exactly,” You laugh as he turns back to his conversation with Namjoon and Taehyung. You slow your steps to create distance between you and the group. Yoongi follows without missing a beat. “I’m worried my mind will be too preoccupied worrying about Jack that it will ruin my performance.”

Yoongi takes his hand out of his jacket pocket to reach for yours. He squeezes your hand reassuringly. “Trust me y/n, he won’t be a problem anymore. And if he will be, he’s not as smart as you think he is.” Your eyes searched Yoongi’s face. How can he be so confident? Yes, you have the evidence against him, but so did Chaeyeon and he squashed her like a bug. Yoongi sees the worry on your face, so he stops in his tracks. You follow suit and face him. “If he will be a problem, I’ll take care of it. So don’t worry, your pretty little head about it.”

His face doesn’t waver as he makes his promise. You smile after a moment feeling safe with his words. “You think I’m pretty?” You teased to lighten the mood.

Yoongi rolls his eyes making you laugh. “Isn’t that obvious by now?” He grumbles as he walks away. You stand there flustered as your face heats up at his response.

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“What are you doing on the floor?” Jin asks as he enters your line of vision.

“What are you doing in my dorm?”

“We’re studying remember?” He answers leaving your sight. You sit up and watch as he makes himself comfortable on your desk. “So, what are you doing on the floor?”

“Just having a mental breakdown.” You answer nonchalantly as you get up and join him.

“Classic,” You hum in agreement. Jin squints at your demeanour. He knows you have a lot on your plate, but he had an inkling this was about something else – someone else. “How are you and Yoongi?”

Your head snapped up at him, but he was busy going over the flashcards you created. “We’re good.” You answer slowly. “Why? Did he say something?”

Jin had you exactly where he wanted. He puts down the flashcards and flashes you a smirk. “Why? Is there something for him to say?”

You clench your jaw. “No,”

“Does Yoongi have anything to do with you being on the floor?”

“No!” You answer too quickly. Jin leans back smugly and looks at you. The silence was slowly eating you away as you stare each other down. “Okay! Maybe it is.”

“I knew it!” Jin sits up proudly.

“Whatever,” You roll your eyes. “If only your interrogation skills can come in handy for our exams.”

“Don’t change the subject on me.” Jin tuts. “What happened?” Rather than saying it, you showed him the reply Yoongi sent you – making sure to cover the texts mentioning Jack. “A red heart?!?”

“I know!” You squealed. “What does that mean?”

It was Jin’s turn to roll his eyes. “What have we been telling you this entire time?” You bite your tongue and Jin sees your hesitancy. “I know, it’s complicated – more than we all know. But your history and issues aside, what Yoongi feels for you is real and it clearly hasn’t changed. And you clearly, feel some type of way about him too. The question is, what are you going to do about it?”

You groan burying your head in your books. “I don’t know.” Jin purses his lip in a tight line. “I’m going to do something – I don’t know what yet, but I will. But that’s something for me to think about after finals.”

“Understandable. If you need help in trying to figure it out, you can always come to me.” You smile as Jin pats your back. “Now, let’s start studying so it's one less thing to worry about.”

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As the days pass of finals week, the number of students on campus dwindled. Once your last exam finished, the hushed excitement surrounded you as fellow classmates discuss their winter break plans while being mindful of the remaining students still not finished with their exams. You stopped by the dance hall to see Hobi before you leave campus. You peeked your head in and see a few other dance majors scattered across the auditorium practicing. Once your eyes find Hoseok’s, he beams seeing you and waves you over. You gingerly enter the room making sure to not disturb the other students. “Are you here to brag that you're all finished?” Hobi teases as he gives you a side hug.

“I just wanted to see you before I head home.” You laugh giving Jimin and Jungkook a hug as well. “Are you and Joon still coming over?”

“When do we not? None of our families could do Christmas like yours.” Hobi answers already preoccupied with monitoring their dance.

“You guys have Christmas together too?” Jimin asks keeping you occupied.

“My parents like to throw a Christmas party on the twenty-sixth. It's just my family, Joon’s and Hobi’s but my parents like to show off and it became tradition growing up.” Jimin chuckles. “Alright, I'll leave you guys to it. Good luck, you’ll crush it!” The boys thanked you as you walk out the hall.

You packed your overnight bag and head home. Your parents greeted you warmly upon entering your home which surprised you. Your parents were rarely home during this time. It was a busy time in the company to get everything done before winter break. It was suspicious. “We haven't seen you in a long time, we just wanted to spend as much time as we can.” Your mother reasons when you question their presence. You squint at her as she pulls you in for a hug and your dad pats you in the back. Yes, very suspicious. It is not like for your family to be warm and present not even during the Christmas season. “We won’t be throwing our Christmas party this year.” Your mother mentions as you head to your room.

Ah, there it is. “Ok, I’ll tell Hobs and Joon.” You answer with a shrug. The parties were never really for you anyway. It was just an excuse for everyone to come together and catch up – the three of you could do that without it.

“No, we won’t be hosting it this year.” Your brows scrunch in confusion. You stop in tracks and turn around to question this, but your mother stops you. “We’ll talk about it later; you need to unpack and have a shower.”

“Unpack what? I’ll just leave everything in the bag.” Your mom ignores your protest as she pushes you into your room. She closes the door behind her leaving you no room to argue. Yes, very suspicious.

━━━☆

Your parents hired a limousine to drive yours, Hobi’s and Joon’s family to the host’s house. It wasn’t out of character for your parents to be secretive but to be secretive about something that is meant to be trivial raises your alarm bells. The three of you whisper between yourselves speculating where you’re going and who is hosting. “Is this one of those reality TV things where they trick their kids into going to a boot camp or something?” Hoseok suggests as you all eye your parents suspiciously.

“What reason would they send us to do that?” Namjoon, the voice of reason, retorts.

“What reason would they have to be so secretive about it?” Hoseok points at you for your fair question. “Your parents didn’t say anything? Do they even know?”

“Yeah, they know but they didn’t say anything either. Just something about, ‘the more the merrier’.” Hoseok crunches his face as he air-quote his parents’ words.

“Well, we’ll find out soon enough.” Namjoon points to the window as the car slows to a stop. The house in question was a modernised hanok. It has the traditional architectural structure but there were clear renovations done to modernise the house. It was breath-taking regardless. “Whose place is this?” Namjoon whispers to you as you all exit out of the limousine.

Namjoon’s question was answered when the host steps outside just in time. There, hand in hand are Yoongi’s parents. Your face heats up as your parents greet their partners naturally. “Y/n, it’s so good to you after such a long time.” Yoongi’s mother gives you a hug before greeting your childhood friends. “Shall we show you around first?” Yoongi's mother addresses the other adults who agreed graciously.

“Who is she?” Hoseok’s asks you as the adults enter the house.

“She’s my mom,” Yoongi answers standing by the door with his arms crossed. “I should have known something was up when we came here today.” He sighs under his breath.

Namjoon and Hoseok greet him excitedly as Jimin and Jin pops their head out to see who the unexpected guests were. “Hey!” Jimin perks up and goes to hug everyone.

Yoongi finds his way to you as your friends converse about the weird turn of events. “Hey,”

“Hey,” You breathed out taking in his features. It hadn’t even been that long since you last saw him, but you weren’t prepared to be seeing him at all. “Did your parents tell you we were coming?”

“No, just said they were having guests over. I didn’t think it would matter to me.”

“It matters to you?” You asked before you could stop yourself. Blood rushes to Yoongi’s ears at your question and he knows you can see it.

He clears his throat. “Let’s head inside, it’s cold.”

As you entered the house, you sighed in relief at the warmth. The house was decorated with garlands and other Christmas decorations. The six of you make your way to the living room following the sound of chatter and music. Your parents were already there sipping on wine. Yoongi introduces all of you to Jin and Jimin’s parents. Their sons are spitting images of their parents. You can see the same eye-smile Jimin has with his mother and the same warm comforting aura with his dad. Jin’s parents were good-looking and distinguished but had a glint of playfulness in their eyes. Yoongi wasn’t anything like his parents – not in the way he talks or carries himself. Maybe he was more like his grandparents. As the thought filtered to your head, everyone stands at the sudden presence of Yoongi’s grandfather. Without realising, you followed and looked at the man standing by the doorway. Despite his age, his mere presence commanded the room. The air changed around him. Everyone fell silent as they bowed to the elder. He doesn’t look their way; his eyes trained on your figure. Yoongi’s mother ran to his side introducing everyone in the room, but it falls on deaf ears. He ignores her and makes his way towards you. “Is this the girl?” He asks Yoongi pointing at you.

“Yes,” Yoongi answers coldly.

You bowed. “Thank you for welcoming my family and I to your lovely home.” Silence filled the room waiting on his reaction. You try not to fidget. You maintain eye contact and a polite smile.

Finally, he returns a smile, and everyone visibly relaxes. “She’s pretty,” He comments to Yoongi. “I understand.” You look at Yoongi in confusion, but he only shakes his head in response.

“I’m sorry about him.” Yoongi addresses the awkward situation once the party started up again. You smile and shrug as an affirmation. “He can be a bit tense, and you never know what’s going on in his head which can be unnerving.” So that’s where he gets it from. You think to yourself as Yoongi’s mom interrupts your conversation asking for his help in the kitchen. He gives you a smile before following his mom.

Your eyes naturally drift towards the person in question. He was sat on the table by himself staring blankly across from him as everyone around him acted like he didn’t exist. Your heart ached at the thought. Your eyes wandered to the bookshelf looking for an ice breaker. A smile appears on your face as you find a well-loved baduk box. You picked up the box and slowly made your way to your possible opponent. His eyes refocused on your figure as you walked in front of his field of vision. “Would you like to play?” You offered holding up the game. Another moment of silence loomed over you. You hold your ground ignoring the glances of everyone else in the room. He stares into your eyes before smiling. You smile in return and make your way to the seat next to him.

“Care for a wager?” He addresses you for the first time. The challenge would usually make you scoff but you freeze at the gummy smile he sported. There it was again. Another reflection of Yoongi existed in his family. You smile and agree not knowing what you signed up to.

━━━☆

“What’s going on here?” Yoongi asks upon entering the room after being away for half an hour.

You ignore his question not bothering to look up. Your brows furrowed in concentration as you think about your next move. “She went into the belly of the beast, and she hasn’t come out.” You hear Jin fill Yoongi in. That was an understatement. All you wanted was to keep his grandfather company. You thought you would bond over a light-hearted game of baduk. Speak about Yoongi as a kid or his time as a youth himself. How foolish. He was kicking your ass – which is fine, he is an elder and you were planning to let him win anyway. It was fine until you agreed to the wager lighting up your competitive streak. It was fine until he started trash talking, fanning the fire you were fighting so hard to keep low. Your eyes widened when he laughed at your first move. It was only a matter of time when you couldn’t ignore the comments about your age and intellect. It was all banter, and you didn’t take it to heart, but you weren’t going to simply let him win anymore.

“Gramps, take it easy.” Yoongi says sitting next to you.

For the first time, you look away from the board. Your head snapped up at him so quickly that he flinches instinctively. “Don’t you dare say such a thing.” You turn towards his grandfather to address him. “Don’t you dare.”

He laughs boisterously. “I would never. At least she puts up a fight.”

“I wouldn’t worry, Yoongi.” Namjoon whispers to him. “Y/n is insanely competitive.”

“Yeah, I experienced that first-hand.” He shivers at the memory creeping back.

The game lasted another hour and fifteen minutes. You survived for an hour and forty-five minutes before your inevitable defeat. “Well, you did your best.” Yoongi’s grandfather consoles you. “You lasted much longer than I thought for someone your age.”

You pout at his teasing. “Yeah, well next time I won’t go down so easily.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” He laughs.

Yoongi’s parents whisper amongst themselves watching the interaction between you two. “I haven’t seen him laugh like that in years.” Yoongi’s mother tells her husband. “Didn’t think he could laugh like that after mom passed away.” Yoongi’s ears prick up listening to his parents’ conversation.

“Wasn’t it a good idea to invite the y/l/n’s?” His father vocally pats himself on the back. “It would have been quiet and sombre if it was just us and Yoongi – especially, since this is the first year.”

“Yoongi,” His grandfather call halts their conversation as all eyes are on him once again. “Come with me,” Yoongi and you follow his grandfather into another room. He reaches for two shopping bags and hands it to each of you. “What is this?”

“She lost the game, so you have to do the penalty.”

“Why do I have to do it too?” Yoongi protests at the idea.

“Don’t be a bad sport, Yoongi.” “Be a gentleman, Yoongi” You and his grandfather say at the same time. He shivers at the smile you two share.

“I’ll leave you to get changed. Don’t take too long, everyone will be waiting.” His mischievous smile doesn’t sit well with Yoongi, but he has no choice. His grandfather leaves without another word.

“You’re going to hate me.” You say after looking into the bag.

Yoongi turns his attention to you as you pull out a Santa costume. “You have to get better at baduk.”

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Adora and 2Do were already on campus when you arrived at dawn. They sleepily greeted you with their hands stuffed in their pockets. You chatted amongst yourselves catching up on everyone’s Christmas celebrations. One by one, everyone arrived on time – most still half asleep. Despite the sun rising, you were shaking from the cold winter air. Even after deciding to wait for the others inside the bus, the engine was off to conserve fuel and money. “Okay, we’re all here.” Adora clapped her hands together to draw everyone’s attention. “Let’s go, Dohyeong.” She pats his back as she gets in the passenger seat. A sigh of relief washes through everyone as the heater slowly filters through the air.

“How was your Christmas?” Taehyung asked.

“It was good,”

“Oh, I bet.” You give him a pointed look while he flashes a wide grin. “I saw you spent it with Yoongi.” He wiggles his eyebrows and nods his head towards the back of Yoongi’s head who was sitting with Namjoon a couple of rows in front of you.

“Jin, Jimin, Joon and Hobi were there too.”

“They weren’t wearing matching costumes though.”

You roll your eyes at his relentlessness. “I lost a game and so I got a penalty.” He blows a low whistle in response knowing how you get when it comes to games. “What about you? How was your Christmas?”

“Tiring. After my exam ended, I hopped on a plane to visit home to see family. I just got back a couple of hours ago.”

“You should get some rest then.” You sympathise taking note of his eyebags for the first time since you saw him.

He nods his head towards Jin and Hoseok. “I heard those two are punishing the first couple of people who fall asleep first.”

You laugh. “I’ll protect you and besides they won’t be looking back here – especially if you sit low enough from their vision.” Taehyung contemplates for a couple of seconds before pushing his beanie down to sit in front of his eyes. “Good night,”

You slowly fell asleep not long after. Your peaceful sleep interrupted by a light shake of your shoulders. Coming to reality, you jump and look at Taehyung who was still asleep and face untouched. You take out your phone and you were safe too. You sighed in relief and looked up at your interrupter. Hyewon looks down on you as she kneels on the seat in front of you. “Chill, after they tagged Jungkook and Jimin, Jin and Hobi were out like a light.”

You laugh shaking your head. “Why does that not surprise me?”

“Anyway, we’re stopping to stretch our legs. Figured you might want to; I tried waking up Tae, but he didn’t seem like he was going to wake up anytime soon.”

“Thanks,” You slowly get up stretching and got off the bus. You passed by Jungkook and Jimin who were still asleep and saw moustaches and a monocle drawn on their face. Jin and Hobi greeted you outside of the bus with shit-eating grins to which you shook your head at, but a small smile crept on your face. “How far do we have left?” You asked Adora once you reached her in the service station.

“We should get there by lunch. Jungkook booked a barbeque restaurant for us so lunch will be sorted. Then Jimin rented out a basketball court for some reason.” Adora answers as the cashier tallies up her snacks.

“Sounds fun!” Your energy suddenly picked up at the mention of food and sports.

Adora eyes you already seeing the fire being lit in your belly. “Please don’t commit murder while we’re on this trip.” The cashier glances at the both of you at her comment.

You give him a smile and hand him your snacks to tally up. “Don’t act like I’m that bad.”

“You’re that bad.” You roll your eyes.

“You should see Jungkook.”

“Oh my God, don’t tell me there’s two of you.” You laugh and walk out the store with her and join the others.

━━━☆

“There’s not only two, but three of them.” Adora gasps out as she catches her breath. The group had already expected your relentless energy from the experiences they had with you. Adora warned the others about Jungkook, so his seriousness and fierceness weren’t a complete surprise. But Yoongi? Who would have thought that Yoongi would be matching your fiery energy and Jungkook’s athleticism? Yoongi was above the both of you. You and Jungkook are athletic, but your competitive nature is what pushes you that step further. But Yoongi actually played basketball and competed with a team in high school and elementary school. Adora learned this from Jimin with the rest of the music group grasping at their knees to take a breath. They all looked at Yoongi with fear. He could he be mentally and physically intimidating. That’s not fair.

“Why are they so serious?” Hoseok joins the rest of the group who are taking a rest. Slowly, the group had crawled off the court as the three of you pushed through the game. At this point, there was only five remaining: you, Yoongi, Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jin. You and Jungkook were on the same team while Taehyung and Jin were selected to be on Yoongi’s team. You sulked for a moment when Yoongi didn’t pick you when he won at rock, paper, scissors but then your eyes met. You saw his eyes glint in mischief. He wanted you on the other team so he can versus you. The fire already burning in your stomach erupted as it shows through your eyes at his challenge. Taehyung looked at you pitifully, you are way too easy.

“I don’t think Jungkook, and y/n’s ego can deal with Yoongi beating them; especially since they’re so competitive and Yoongi looks like he’s not even breaking a sweat.” Namjoon observes as he watches the game continue.

“And Yoongi is a sadist that feeds on the misery of others.” Hyewon added to which the rest of the music majors hummed in agreement.

“They’re going to hurt themselves if this keeps going.” Donghyuck raises the point.

“Or won’t have enough energy to help with dinner and washing up.” Dohyeong added.

Adora shakes her finger at Dohyeong. “Now, that’s true.” She gets up from the bench to call the rest for a break. They didn’t listen, of course. “If you don’t take a break, you’re definitely assigned to cooking and cleaning duties tonight.” Jin stops in the middle of his hook shot. “And bring the ball with you otherwise the three weirdos won’t stop.” Jin looks at Yoongi who was already glaring at him; warning him to not stop. He is in a scoring position. Knowing better to fear Yoongi more than Adora, Jin finishes his hook shot. Yoongi smiles once in gets through the hoop cleanly. “Scary, he’s so scary.” Jin turns away to take a break and Taehyung joins him.

You reach for the ball hesitating whether to take a rest or not. “Tired already?” Yoongi’s teasing voice causes your eye to twitch.

“I can do this all day.” Yoongi sarcastically responds with an ‘uh-huh’ further pushing your buttons.

“I can too.” Jungkook interjects. “But I don’t want to be doing the cooking if I don’t have to.” Jungkook reasons before leaving the two of you to join the group. You and Yoongi look at each other; neither backing down. This was technically a rest as you stood still waiting for him to concede.

Finally, Yoongi lets out a chuckle. “You’re too competitive for your own good.” He says and begins to walk towards the group. A childish smile appears on your face at the little victory. In high spirits, you skipped your way towards the group passing Yoongi and flashing him your childish smile.

━━━☆

The game destroyed you. You’d like to think it destroyed Yoongi too, but he looks fine as he sips on his beer. He won the game, of course. No matter yours and Jungkook’s efforts, you couldn’t beat a pro – you got close though. The dinner was a satisfying reward from spending your energy. You were surprised since you were sure Hoseok had burnt the meat. But the food was delicious. Everyone was in high spirits – some had a second wind from the dinner; others were simply content with enjoying the company and atmosphere. Hyewon and Adora broke out the karaoke an hour after dinner. You sat down and continued to eat – too tired to even attempt to sing a verse. Yoongi wasn’t going to attempt karaoke either but that had nothing to do with his energy levels. Jungkook was shaking the tambourine with the least amount of effort needed, 2Do were cringing at Adora’s purposefully bad high notes, and Jin was dancing in the corner wasted after his amazing feat at dinner.

After an hour of watching, you decided to call it a night. Hoseok had retired early after having one too many drinks early on and Taehyung still jet-lagged from his trip had gone to bed after dinner. Namjoon kept you and Yoongi talking throughout the night while the others rotated between singer, dancer, and audience. “I’m going to sleep.” You announced to the group once everyone was done cheering for Jungkook.

“Yeah, me too.” Yoongi agrees getting up to leave.

“Wait!” Adora shouts panicked. “We haven’t assigned rooms yet.”

“Taehyung and Hobi are already in bed?” You argued since they have been asleep for hours now. “Does it really matter though? We’ll just take whichever room we like.”

“Yeah, first come first serve.” Yoongi agrees. The both of you turn to leave when Jin blocks the door. “Move,”

“The thing is, we do need to run something by you guys.” Adora says in a squeaky voice. You and Yoongi looked at Jin who was avoiding your eyes before sharing a look between each other. Why do you have a bad feeling about this? You both turned around to look at Adora who had a sheepish smile on her face. “Since, you guys didn’t have any jobs to do.”

“You didn’t give us any.”

“True,” Adora admits at Yoongi’s point. “But as you know, there is a limited number of beds and rooms at this place. So, the plan was to have the girls share a room and pair the boys off together.”

“Yeah, and?” You agreed not seeing the problem.

“And there’s nine boys and three girls.” Hyewon adds getting up from her seat. You and Yoongi can see where this is going. “So, there has to be a co-ed room.” Yoongi exhales and pokes his tongue on his cheek in irritation. It was way too late to be dealing with this.

“And since you guys didn’t have any jobs.” Adora explains as if the reason makes any sense. “It’s only fair that you two took one for the team.”

Why does it feel like it’s not about that? You open your mouth to protest when Yoongi sigh interrupts you. “Fine, whatever. Which room is ours then?” Adora and Hyewon shared a surprised look before brightening up at his submission.

“The one down the hall just by the backdoor. It should have a flower sign on the door.”

“Let’s go then.” Yoongi addresses you. You nod dumbly too busy processing the situation to understand what was happening. As you reach out of earshot, Yoongi checks in on you. “You don’t mind right? I mean we’re just sharing the room.”

At Yoongi’s voice, you snapped out of it. “Yeah, of course. We’re not children. We can share a room with the opposite gender, it's no big deal.” The two of you laugh in awkward agreement.

Both of your smiles fade as you opened the room to one bed. The first emotion that went through you was clarity. Of course, Adora and Hyewon wouldn’t simply just let you share a room. Then there was slight annoyance. Your friends have forced an awkward situation onto the both of you when you've been going so well. Then there was embarrassment as your mind filtered through the idea of sharing a bed with Yoongi. You had to stop yourself from slapping your cheeks to calm down. “I’ll sleep on the couch, don't worry.” Yoongi’s voice brought you back to reality again.

You look behind you to the living room where a massive black couch was placed next to the giant glass windows. “You’ll freeze to death.” You argued with a frown.

Yoongi shrugs. “I’ll be fine.”

“Is sharing a bed with me that unthinkable for you?” You articulated your intrusive thought.

“What? Of course not.”

“You didn't want to share a bed when we were at Xiumin’s place either.” You raised evidence against his words.

Yoongi tilts his head in confusion. “You said they prepared separate rooms for us?” You falter from getting caught in a lie. Yoongi watches you struggle to compose yourself before continuing, “I just offered to take the couch because I didn't want you to be uncomfortable.”

“I’m not.” You reassured too quickly. Yoongi couldn't help the smile breaking through his poker face. You clear your throat. “It’s like I said, we’re not kids. It’s no big deal.”

“Uh-huh,” Yoongi agrees with a smirk on lips. You wanted to crawl in a hole and run away from his teasing gaze. “Well if, you're sure.” You nod making Yoongi chuckle. “I’m going to shower before going to bed.” He gestures back to the living room where his things are.

“Me too!” Yoongi raises an eyebrow at your awkward response. “Separately, of course.” You explained unnecessarily.

Yoongi chuckles before leaving you to get ready for bed. “If, you’re sure.”

━━━☆

Maybe you weren't as mature as you thought. You shivered for the seventeenth time in the night. It wasn't that cold especially with the warm blanket on top of the duvet. But you laid on the edge of the bed as far as possible from Yoongi which then in turn, caused you to have barely any blanket. You can't tug the blanket towards you otherwise he won't have anything and you're not going to come closer otherwise you would go insane from his proximity. Yoongi was already asleep when you came back from your shower. You would steal that move the next night, but you doubt you were going to fall asleep by the time he comes for bed. Your mind would be too chaotic thinking about what your face would look like when he comes in or if you would be snoring too loudly for him to go to sleep.

A creak on the floorboard catches your attention. Slowly and quietly, you reach for your phone to message Taehyung. It was a shot in the dark but why not? You smile seeing his reply. You look over at Yoongi and see his back peacefully rise and fall from his breathing. No sign he was awake. Carefully, you sit up and peel what little blanket you had on you to head to the door. Taehyung was already on the couch waiting for your presence as you quietly shut the door. He rubs his eyes as he waves at you as you make your way towards him.

“How was your sleep?” You whisper as you sit on the couch and wrap the blanket on the couch around you.

“Good. I would ask you, but you clearly haven't.”

You pouted and rubbed your hands on your face. “How can I when he's right there?” Taehyung rolls his eyes at your corniness. “Tae,” You call for his attention. His annoyed expression disappears at the conviction in your voice. You scoot closer to him even though no one is awake currently. “Should I tell him how I feel?”

Taehyung beams sitting up on his knees. “Yes!” You shush him looking around the room. He takes your hand in his. “Yes, you should.” He whispers this time. “In fact, do it now.” Taehyung tries to push you off the couch, but you dodge his hands.

“I’m not going to do it now, idiot.” You roll your eyes sitting back on the couch. The two of you sit in silence staring at each other. Taehyung's boxy smile slowly influencing a smile to appear on your lips. You start to feel bashful and cover your face. “Oh my God, I can't believe I’m even thinking about this.”

“It’s long overdue.” You look up at Taehyung biting your bottom lip to stop your smile but the corners of your mouth resists. “So, how are you going to do it?”

Your smile disappears as your face scrunches up in confusion. “What do you mean? I’m just going to say it. Don't even ask me what I’m going to say – I have to figure that out.”

Taehyung’s shoulders drop in disappointment. “You can't just say it.” You raise an eyebrow at him. “You must do something. This is big, y/n. You're telling him you're in love with him.”

“Okay, I’m not gonna go that far. I was just going to ask him out on a date.”

Taehyung’s eyes nearly bulge out of its sockets. “Just when I thought you've stopped being hopeless.” He sighs resting his head on the couch dramatically.

“Okay, what do you think I should do?”

“Easy,” He sits upright, and you roll your eyes. “This is peak opportunity for you, y/n. Plan a day with him – and just him, go somewhere with a nice view or do a romantic activity, and then when the time is right as the sun sets or as your hands touch –” You roll your eyes at his cheesiness. “You tell him, tell him how you truly feel about him and make sure none of the things you say can be taken for anything else.”

You ponder Taehyung’s suggestion for a while before answering. “You’re right, Yoongi is special to me and if I don't show him just how special he is, he won't understand” He lights up at your acceptance. “The only issue now is figuring out when and how I’m going to show him.”

━━━☆

By the time you had gone to back to bed, you were too sleepy to care about Yoongi's presence. The inviting warmth and softness of the bed too tempting to even think about the implications of sleeping next to him. “Y/n,” You feel a light shake disrupt your deep slumber. You groaned in annoyance. “It’s noon, we’re heading out to eat. Do you want to come?” At the mention of food, you peak your head above the covers to meet Yoongi’s gaze. He chuckles at your state. “We’ll give you half an hour.” You groaned in appreciation, and he leaves the room.

You rub the sleep from your eyes and stretch your limbs to wake yourself up. You sigh staring at the ceiling. It had been a while since you've had such a deep sleep. As your brain wakes up, the overthinking begins. Were you drooling in your sleep? Or snoring from the tiredness? Is it possible you were sleep talking due to the restless state of your brain? Did Yoongi see your sleeping face? You squealed into your pillow to let out your frustration. Why did you have to care so much about what he thinks? Why doesn't he tell you what he thinks?

Taehyung, Namjoon, and Yoongi were chatting amongst themselves when you came out the room dressed for the day. “About time.” Taehyung stands up once he sees you. “Everyone else is doing something else. We’re the only ones left at the house.”

You give them a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I was in a deep sleep.”

“Don’t be sorry.” Namjoon reassured you. “We’re just going to have lunch and visit the museum nearby. Are you up for that?”

Taehyung catches your attention as he makes faces behind the boys signalling you of the perfect moment. You acted none the wiser as you answer Namjoon. “Of course! Sounds fun.” Namjoon nods and leads the way with Yoongi following closely behind. You wait until they were out of earshot to smack Taehyung’s arm. “Can you be any more obvious? What are you even trying to say?”

Taehyung rubs his arm. “Are you stupid?” You shoot him a pointed look and he raises his hands in surrender. “A museum date? That is peak romance.”

“Are you stupid?” You throw back his question at him. Taehyung blinks at you innocently giving you the answer to your question. “It's not a date or romantic if you and Joon are there.”

Taehyung gives you a sly smirk. “Give me the signal and I'll take Joon away somewhere.”

“Wow, you're such a good wingman.” You compliment sarcastically with an eyeroll.

“I am a great wingman.”

━━━☆

Taehyung, true to his word, kept Namjoon occupied while you and Yoongi stayed by each other’s side for most of the day. The two of you conversed easily and smoothly despite your nerves getting the best of you. “You’re shameless, you know that.” You giggle as Yoongi poses for a “candid” photo.

“What? You can’t expect me to not do anything when you take a photo of me.” This reminded you of the early days. You were surprised Yoongi would be so willing to have his photos taken must less pose for them.

“You should let Tae photograph you. You’ll be his favourite model.”

Yoongi ponders the suggestion with a pout on his lips. “Maybe I’ll take him up on that.” Your eyes widen in shock. Yoongi chuckles. “Oh, were you not being serious?”

“No! I mean, yes. I meant no I am being serious.” Yoongi smiles as you stumble over your words. “I was just shocked that you would want to do it.”

Yoongi shrugs. “I mean, now that I’m getting my name out there, it makes sense to do some professional photoshoots.”

“Oh, right. That’s true.” You refrain from facepalming yourself at the obvious. Of course, Yoongi’s career is starting to pick up so he would need to start doing things out of his comfort zone. Taehyung and Namjoon waved as soon as they saw you. “Sorry to keep you waiting, we were taking photos.”

Namjoon waves your apology off. “It’s okay, take your time to enjoy the view. We were finished looking around outside, so we decided to wait for you before going inside so you know where we are.”

“I’m going to buy a drink; do you guys want anything?” Taehyung asks gesturing to the stall a couple of metres away.

You shake your head as Namjoon gives Taehyung his coffee order. “I’ll come with you.” Yoongi answers as Taehyung asked him what he wanted. Taehyung gives you a look that doesn’t go unnoticed by Namjoon before walking to the stall with Yoongi.

You watch their figures smiling as Yoongi starts the conversation. “So, what’s going on with the two of you?” Namjoon asks turning your attention to him. Your smile disappears once you see his concerned face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Namjoon sighs crossing his arms. “I like Yoongi.”

“Yeah, he’s great.” You cross your arms feeling defensive.

“But I haven’t forgotten the fact that you two broke up so easily. Neither of you even tried to fight to make it work. What has changed? Has anything changed? Will you both call it quits again if a little bump comes across the road?”

Namjoon’s questions were valid. You knew that. But the truth was different from what they know. You sigh uncrossing your arms. “You’re right. Nothing is going on with Yoongi and I right now.”

“But you want something to?”

You bite your lip at Namjoon’s interrogation. “Yes,”

“Y/n,” Namjoon says in his signature parental tone and facial expression to match.

“I know,” You cut him off. “Look, everything you asked is completely valid, but things have changed. Yoongi and I weren’t so sure about our feelings back then and it was easier for us to just end things than question it. We weren’t experienced in those kinds of things.”

“And you’re both sure about your feelings now?”

“I am. I can’t speak for Yoongi.” Namjoon finally smiles at your honesty. You roll your eyes looking away. “Please, don’t look at me like that.”

Namjoon pats your arm. “You know everyone loves you two together – including me. But I would fail as a best friend if I don’t check in with you. If you know what you’re doing and you still want to do it even knowing the worse might happen, Hobs and I will be there to support you and comfort you if need be.”

You smile and take Namjoon’s hand in yours. “Thanks, Joon.” You squeezed his hand in comfort. “I know the risks and hurt I could experience. But I’m willing to risk it all for the chance he might feel the same way. And if there are any troubles, I’m willing to fight through it because he’s worth fighting for.”

Namjoon’s smile widens at your sentiment. “I’m happy for you.” He gives you a hug as the boys make their way back to you.

You let out a laugh in his arms. “For what?”

“For the person you’re becoming. For your courage and honesty. For listening to your heart for once.” You bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from tearing up. “I’m proud of you. You’ve come a long way.”

“I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you or Hobs.” You retort shakily. “Seriously, you two kept me sane growing up.” He squeezes you tightly before letting go. You exhaled to subdue your emotions.

As the two of you separate, Yoongi hands you a cup of soup. “Soup?” You giggle.

“I thought you might cold.” He explains embarrassed. You light up and thank him taking a sip of the warm liquid. Yoongi was right, it instantly warmed you. Namjoon watches as you smile at Yoongi with a smile, he’s never seen you have; a smile that was never shown for anyone but Yoongi. He was sure, Yoongi hasn’t given so much care or attention to anyone else either. He smiles rooting for the two of you. “Shall we? I’m sure it’ll be warmer inside.”

“You’re right, what are we doing?” Taehyung nearly sprints towards the museum making Namjoon call for him to slow down. The three of you laughing as he tries to keep his coffee in the takeaway container.

Once the three of you got inside, Namjoon left the two of you to find Taehyung. His excuse was to make sure he doesn’t touch any artifacts even though; you’re all aware how knowledgeable Taehyung was about art given his major. You and Yoongi were surrounded in comfortable silence as you take your time viewing the paintings and sculptures. There wasn't much for either of you to say; neither knowledgeable enough to interpret the meanings. “I’m a muse?” You asked with a smile on your face as you watch Yoongi create the caption of your photo.

“I never said you were.” Yoongi posts the photo and puts his phone away. You were about the pout at the rejection when Yoongi explains, “You could very well be the art and the revelation.”

Your smile falters at the change of tension. The friendly banter between the two of you suddenly gone. This is it. The moment Taehyung told you to seize. You stare deeply into Yoongi’s unwavering gaze. A smile playing on your lips from his compliment. He started crossing the line between friends and something more and that could only be taken as a good thing. Yoongi wasn't the type to blur the lines for no reason; you know that for sure now. It doesn’t ensure your feelings are reciprocated but it does give you a higher chance. “Yoongi,” Before you had the chance, Yoongi takes the cup of soup away from your hands. You were stunned at the abruptness. The heavy tension lifted as quickly as it appeared. With his hands full, he gently moves your body out of the way with his. “Yoongi?” You peered over his shoulders to see kids running towards you; their parents in the background trying to discreetly fast walk to chase after them. They missed Yoongi barely and his shoulders relaxed. You smile at his quick instincts, but the kids were still causing mayhem. “Hey, do you want candy?” You called after them before they got away. They stop in their tracks and run back to you with a huge smile. “Slow down, you’ll only get a piece if you behave.” You hold your hand up telling them to stop running. They slowed their pace and reached you politely. “Okay, do you know how dangerous it is to be running around like that?” They give you their best puppy-dog eyes, but you weren't a softie. You kneel to meet their eye level. “The ground is tiled so it can be slippery; you could have hurt yourselves or someone else. Do you understand why that's wrong?” They answered, ‘yes’ in unison. “Good, here you go.” You give them a piece of candy each. They light up and take the candy happily. Yoongi watches you with an adoring smile – and you’re missing out on it because of those rascals. The parents finally caught up to you and they bowed in embarrassment. “It's okay. No one got hurt.” You reassured them as you stand up. “I'm going to give your parents, another piece of candy for both of you but you can only get it if you listen to your parents for the rest of day.” You show the kids the candies and give it to their parents who thank you again. “If you're not good, your parents will eat it for themselves.” They protest immediately from your teasing. The adults laugh at their reaction. “Well, you better be good and listen to them.” They promise they will, and they leave holding their parents’ hands.

“You're too good with kids.” Yoongi praises once they leave. “Do you normally carry candy around?”

You shrug with a laugh. “In case of emergencies. You never know when you need to bribe someone.”

“I like the way you think. I should probably have some on me so it can distract Jin for a while.”

“Honestly? I've done it in our classes sometimes and I can confirm it works.” Yoongi laughs when you spot Taehyung’s back. “There they are.” Namjoon sees you and waves you over. “Shall we?” You gesture towards them. Yoongi nods and you join Taehyung and Namjoon.

━━━☆

This is the second night you are sharing a bed with Yoongi. Unlike the first time, Yoongi was awake when you came back from your shower. You both nod at each other as you climb onto your side of the bed. Yoongi was on his phone, so you decided to go on yours as well. An hour passed of silently scrolling through your own social media when Yoongi’s chuckle piques your interest. You glance over at him, and he takes notice. Without hesitation, he scoots closer and shows you a photo of a cat meme making you laugh as well. The awkward moment fades as the two of you exchange memes.

“Okay but the peas are upside down.” He agrees as you lay next to each other. Your heads side by side that he can see your phone without even moving his head towards you.

“How can peas be upside down?” You laugh shaking your head.

“Like that.” He points at the photo as if you weren't looking at the photo in the first place.

You roll your eyes. “How can you be so quick witted at some things and so slow with other things?”

“Alright, Miss-The-Moon-Landing-Isn’t-Real.”

You prop yourself on your elbow to lay on side facing him. “It's not. Have you seen the video? Why was the flag moving? Why haven't we been able to do it again since then?”

Yoongi chuckles at your seriousness. “Why would they lie about it?”

“Of all people, I thought you wouldn't be opposed to the idea of government spreading propaganda.”

At this, Yoongi props himself on his elbow and faces you. “You're right but of all people, I wouldn't peg you for a conspiracy theorist.”

“I'm no theorist but I enjoy the conversation.”

“You mean debate.” You smile. “Well, I like to argue so give me some more.”

━━━☆

“What were you and Joon talking about?” Yoongi asks once you ran out of conspiracies, he's aware of. The random question makes you think he wanted to ask for a while. You smile at the idea. You had both been talking for hours now. Slowly growing tired despite denying it to one another. You both lay on your backs staring at the ceiling. Your phones tucked away on your prospective bedside. The warm lamp the only source of light as everyone has gone to bed hours ago.

“He was being his usual paternal self. Giving me a light lecture to make sure I know what I’m doing.”

“And do you?” You nudge his shoulder lightly at his teasing.

“Does anyone?”

“True,” Yoongi concedes.

“He said he was proud of me; of the person I’m becoming.” You confide in Yoongi. “If only he knew,” Yoongi’s hand finds your wrist; his grip tight enough to feel his sincerity but soft enough to know he understands sensitivity of the topic. You glance away from the ceiling to give him a faint smile. “You and Taehyung know the person I truly am. You know the decisions I’ve made, the person I must be to make those choices, they’re not a person to be proud of.”

Yoongi sits up so you could not avoid his gaze. “Not once did I think anything you said or done made you a lesser person. You did nothing wrong.”

You mimic Yoongi’s body language and sit up as well. You sit with your legs crossed as you look into each other’s eyes. “I put my family’s livelihood in danger. I put you and Taehyung in danger, all because I wanted to have fun. I need to be held accountable for it.”

“It was more than that and you know it. Stop trying to invalidate your reasons.” You give Yoongi a fake smile to feign compliance. You don’t know why you try to pretend that you’re okay when he could see right through you. “No one is to blame for what happened but Jack. He is mentally unstable and that is not your fault. And this might be selfish on my part, but I’m glad you made those choices like I said, the day we made our deal. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t. And it could have meant that I would have never met you and if I never met you where would I be?” You finally let out a genuine laugh; Yoongi’s uncharacteristically dramatics getting to you. “I’m serious, y/n.” Your smile slowly fades as Yoongi’s eyes pierces through your soul. “You don’t know how amazing you are. How much of a light you are to those who only knows darkness. A source of guidance for those who are lost. A muse who radiates inspiration to a struggling artist. Everything you have done made you to the amazing person you are, and you should never feel ashamed for it.” You stared into Yoongi’s eyes for what felt like an eternity. The sincerity and truth in them caused your heart to ache and eyes water. You blinked breaking eye contact and the flood gates released. You laugh to hide your emotions but once again, Yoongi saw right through you. Before you could make a self-deprecating joke, Yoongi wraps you in his embrace. “It’s okay, you can let it all out. You are safe with me.” Your shoulders relax and you lose yourself in his warmth. Tears streamed down your face as you feel Yoongi lower the two of you back into the bed. Your mind unwillingly reprises the week with Jack. You were lucky; you knew that, but you couldn’t forget the anxiety and fear the riddled your blood every single day you were there. You had no control or power in what was going to happen to you. Your mind can’t help but think what would happen if Taehyung and Yoongi hadn’t found you. You would like to give Jack the benefit of the doubt but how could you? After everything he did to get to you, how are you so sure that he would stop? Yoongi continues to rub your back even as your sobs slow. “Do you want to let me know what’s going on in the mind of yours?”

You exhaled. “How do we know that Jack won’t try again?” You lift your head to meet Yoongi’s eyes. You know your swollen eyes and runny nose would be a complete turn off, but you were too broken to care.

Yoongi smiles at the frown on your face. He reaches over and hands you a tissue. You sit up and blow your nose. He waits till you’re done before answering your question. “Because he has a lot more on the line now. He doesn’t have the power anymore, you do.” You finally smile at the reminder. It was true, in hindsight. You had evidence against him that could lead to his incarceration. That’s right, he doesn’t have the control anymore. A small smile played on his lips as he watches your mood lifts. You look at Yoongi ready to let go off the topic when your brows furrow in sadness. “What’s wrong?” Yoongi sits up and rubs your arm soothingly.

You pout as you pulled on his shirt. “I made your shirt all wet.” You sobbed as Yoongi looks down and laughs.

Yoongi wraps you in his embrace again. “It will dry.”

“But it must be so uncomfortable.” You look up at him with tears brimming your eyes.

“I can change my shirt if I really need to.” He flashes his gummy smile as he runs his hand down your hair.

Your lips quivered stubbornly. “I’m so stupid.” You go to bury your face in his chest, but he stops you by cupping your cheeks in his hands.

“You’re cute,” You blink away your tears to clear your vision. Yoongi’s eyes scan your face with a kind smile. “You’re sweet.” His eyes light up as you fluster at his compliments. You begin to pull away to hide your embarrassment, but he only pulls you closer. “Okay, okay I’ll stop. Don’t run away, I want to know more about you.”

“You sure?” You squint at him pretending to criticise his features. “You look like you’re about to fall asleep any second now.” You find your voice to tease him back.

“That’s just my face.” He answers not missing a beat. You laugh. “I’m not sleepy, let’s keep talking.”

───────── ☾ • ☽ ──────────

Since the first night, everyone had split into different groups depending on the activity and timing. It was a break for all of you after all. There was no need to stick to strict schedules and activities. However, Jimin and Jungkook had prepared activities the whole group can do together. Today was the beach day activity. Everyone groaned when the idea was proposed. “It's winter, what good would going to the beach do?” Adora whined. Her eyes swollen shut from her good sleep the night before.

“We’ll go in the afternoon when it's a little hotter.” Jungkook explains. “And a lot of people go to the beach during winter – it's therapeutic.”

“The freezing water and the unforgiving wind. How therapeutic.” Hyewon rolls her eyes.

“There's an amazing seafood restaurant by the beach.” Jimin adds.

“I’m in!” Hyewon and Adora brighten at the mention of food.

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “We’ll all be going either way. This is non-negotiable.” Adora sticks her tongue out at Jungkook while Hyewon makes a face at him. “Children, all of them.” Jungkook grumbles as he passes by you.

━━━☆

Despite their initial reaction, everyone was enjoying themselves. The cool sea breeze felt refreshing, like a cleanse for the soul after a year of gruelling studying. You and Yoongi found yourself drifting away from the group as you walk along the beach shore. “I’m sorry I fell asleep on you.” Yoongi apologises making you laugh.

“How could you!” He nudges your shoulder with his for your sarcasm. “If we are apologising for things we don’t need to, should I apologise for crying last night?”

“Of course not,”

“Exactly.” Yoongi’s shoulders relax at your smile. “You’re right about Jack, my choices, everything, I think that way most days. Some days, I just can’t help but feel that way even when I know it’s wrong.”

“I get that.” Yoongi empathises. He looks behind him to see how far you’ve walked. “Should we head back?” You nodded and walked side by side back to your friends.

───────── ☾ • ☽ ──────────

The long-awaited day finally arrive, and you feel like you're going to throw up. Your nerves were getting the better of you. Why did you plan this out? As if you weren't going to go crazy just thinking about it. The alcohol burning your throat helped. It gave your thoughts a temporary salvation. But the chatter around you was muffled. You see Adora animatedly talk as she does her makeup and Hyewon laughs as she straightens her hair. What was Yoongi doing? Probably getting ready with the boys too. You hit back another shot gaining the girls attention. “Y/n, are you just going to drink and not get ready?” Adora questions with a slight worry in her tone.

“Yeah, if you keep going you won't even be able to get ready.” Hyewon looks at you through the mirror, but you ignore their gazes. You needed as much liquid courage as you could get. The two share a look before they get up and stop you from taking another shot. “Alright, don't drink by yourself.” Hyewon takes the drinks away from you.

You reach out in an attempt to fight back but you don't move from your seat. Adora places your hand down and she starts doing your makeup for you. “What's going on with you?”

“Nothing.” The girls share another look unconvinced. You sigh to snap yourself out of it. “Nothing!” You force a tight-lipped smile and straighten your shoulders. “I had a lot on my mind but I'm okay now.”

They study your expression before accepting your answer. “You better be. This is the perfect time to forget all of our responsibilities and just enjoy the present." You agree with Hyewon and take over doing your makeup. The girls went back to getting ready as you try and shut your nerves down at least for now.

━━━☆

Hyewon’s word became true. Once you opened the door to the living room, you were thrusted into party mode before you could even blink. Drinks were being handed left and right as music blasted from the corners of the room. Jungkook and Jimin were pumping to the beat while the rest were hyping each other up for tonight. Your eyes land on Yoongi and even though it is impossible to be so, you felt sober. His beauty never fails to take your breath away. To be fair with this time, it was because he was wearing earrings – something he has never done before. A flash of insecurity washes through you at the idea of others finding him attractive for it too. As if your thoughts were heard, Dohyeong’s question perks your interest. “Alright we’re all single here but the ratio is way off balance.”

“This is exactly why I like girls.” Hyewon rolls her eyes.

“That's right. It's even worse – we’re competing with Hyewon.” She smirks and puffs her chest out at the compliment. “So, what's the plan?”

“Whatever the plan is, count me out.” Yoongi cuts the conversation down at once. You bite the inside of your cheek to stop your smile.

It was Dohyeong’s turn to roll his eyes. “Yeah, that's without saying, lover boy.” Dohyeong eyes you without any subtlety. Your smile is threatening to break through, so you walk to the kitchen to fix yourself another drink.

━━━☆

The entire night breezes past you. The loud music, drunkards, and dancing threatened to sweep you away. You wanted to enjoy the night of course. But you didn't want to lose track of time and miss the opportunity. Yoongi was constantly in the back of your mind – metaphorically and physically. He was always found at a distance away over your shoulder. Standing stoically and impassively talking to whoever was taking a break at the time. He seems to know whenever you were thinking of him because sure enough, whenever you looked for him, he was already looking at you.

“How are you?” You shouted up at Yoongi as you stumble off the dance floor.

Yoongi smiles down at you as he stabilises you. “I'm good.” He whispered as he pulled you close to avoid the people passing by.

“That's good.” You gulped taking in everything of him. His warmth coursing through your body from where his hands meets your skin. His sharp eyes dancing across your face. The slight whiff of alcohol from his breath oddly stimulating your sense of smell.

“Do you want to get some air?” His question barely registers through your brain when you nodded yes. He directs you to the door; his hands never leaving your waist as he walks right behind you. Your legs follow his lead too distracted by the heat of his chest surrounding your back. You felt the moment creating itself without you having to try. A sense of relief floods through you once you came to the realisation. You never have to work so hard when it comes to Yoongi. When you’re with him everything comes naturally, everything falls into place, almost like it was fate. The winter breeze hits the two of you once you leave the stuffy club. You had expected the streets to be empty to avoid the winter chill but there were groups of people walking around the plaza and gathering around the beach. “What’s going on?”

You find a group of people in the middle of the plaza handing out unlit sparklers. “I think it’s for the countdown. Wanna grab one?” You gesture towards the group.

“Sure, I’ll let the others know in case they want to join in.” Yoongi texts the group as you make your way to take your own set. As the workers were handing you and Yoongi your own sparklers, Jin jumps on Yoongi’s back surprising the two of you. “That was quick.” Yoongi grumbles allowing Jin to cling on for once.

“We were going out for some fresh air as well.” Namjoon explained taking a sparkler for him and Jin. “Where are the others?”

You move away from the workers to not block the crowd as you caught up with Jin and Namjoon. “I left Adora and Hyewon on the dance floor – not sure if they would even see the text in time. I don’t know where the rest are.” Namjoon and you continue to talk while Yoongi wrestles Jin off him.

“Oh, there’s the dance team and Tae.” Namjoon nods his head to the left of the plaza. The four hadn’t come from the club but from the market stalls section. Unsurprisingly, Hobi and Jungkook were stuffing their face with food when Jimin waves at you. “You guys found us pretty quickly.” Namjoon greeted them once they were in earshot.

The boys got each of their sparklers before heading towards you. “Well, when we saw Yoongi messaged the group chat, we thought that was a pretty big deal, so we had to come.”

Yoongi momentarily stops wrestling with Jin to swear at Jungkook. “Fuck you.” Jin doesn’t waste time to seize the moment Yoongi’s guard was down and he bear hugs him. You all laugh when Jimin joins in and hugs Yoongi. You watch Yoongi struggle before accepting defeat from being sandwiched between his best friends.

Adora, Hyewon and 2Do joins the group while this scene was unfolding. “Well, I never thought I would see that.” Hyewon remarks before snapping a photo.

“Delete that or I’ll ki-” Before Yoongi could finish his threat, Taehyung cheekily joins the hug effectively blocking his view and ability to say anything more.

“Let’s head down to the beach.” Taehyung says as the group laughs. The three lead Yoongi towards the beach without breaking their hold earning a few weird looks and laughs along the way. Somehow, you see Yoongi’s face. Your heart races when seeing his eyes crinkle from the wide smile on his face. You had expected him to sport his signature glare and frown.

After nine months of knowing him, he still surprises you. Whenever you think you could predict his reaction or next move, he proves you wrong. After nine months, it stills feels like you don’t know him at all. They finally release Yoongi once their feet hit the sand. Yoongi shrugs everyone’s physical affection as he moves to the side where you stood. The mood was bright even in the night sky. “I hated that.” You turn to look at Yoongi next to you. His gaze wasn’t directed towards your friends in front of you but to the distance where strangers were gathered.

You knew what he meant. Yoongi was never fond of affection, but you wanted to tease him. “But you seemed so happy – I saw that smile of yours.” You nudge your shoulder lightly against his arm.

“No, the attention.” He clarifies making your smile fade. That’s right. After nine months, you still don’t know him at all.

[a/n] finally finished writing this on monday and since i've made you guys wait so long, i'll post it today (tuesday) rather than waiting for friday. i am still mentally blocked so hopefully your reactions to this chapter will help me. hope you enjoy!

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