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what happens, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Eh, well, Jeon Jungkook came to Vegas to eat and get drunk with his six friends. He didn't think one of them would bring a girl along and he certainly didn't think he was going to end up sneaking about with his dick down her throat.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; mentions of alcohol consumption and gambling (on vacation in Las Vegas); Yoongi's involved (?); slow burn + fluff, tbh; smut (fem reader, m-receiving oral, flashing each other(???), making out in public, handjob, cowgirl, nipple play, fingering, mild breathplay, penetrative sex); non-idol!AU - ft OT6 being clueless and drunk, oop; Jungkook's POV

"They're going to hear–"

"Then you better close your mouth."

Whatever protests Jeon Jungkook had prepared immediately disintegrated the second her soft lips touched his suddenly exposed skin. Oh, fuck. Weren’t there rules to this? A step-by-step guide? A goddamn instruction manual? Fuck, fuck, fuck! There was no unpleasant stickiness of lip gloss, just the pure softness that he had tasted earlier, now on his hip, followed by fingertips trailing down, the light caress burning memories into his future dreams. His own hands flew up and slapped his mouth shut, his eyes going up to the expensive hotel ceiling.

One wall over, his friends were screaming and doing shots.

Not even a wall. Only a half-wall and slightly open French doors of the suite separating his mostly drunk friends and Jeon Jungkook with his pants rapidly sliding down his knees.

Her hot, wet tongue licked down his v-line.

He squeaked past his closed fingers even though the karaoke music was too loud for his friends to hear him.

"H... Hurry..."

She pressed her tongue flat against throbbing, taut skin, searing the scandalous moment into his memories.

His head snapped down, his eyes going wide. Saw the image before him. Spread thighs, cute black two-piece set of a flared skirt and crop top with red flames all over the bottom. Her fluffy black jacket tossed aside. Too hot, oh no, her elegant hands poised on his hips and waist, pushing up his black t-shirt, turning him into an image under her grasp. An image of lust, his hard cock pulsing against her dripping tongue as knowing eyes observed his face before those dark mauve lips wrapped around the head of his cock, pushing him into soft, wet tightness.

Jungkook shoved his palm on top of his moan and forced it back into his shaking chest.

It started innocent enough.

She hadn't even been on Jungkook's radar. Didn't even really know her until a few days ago. He knew of her, in passing, simply as one of his hyung's friends. An artist or something. He couldn’t really remember.

"She wants to come with us to Las Vegas."

"Hah? That's so random. Why?" Kim Seokjin asked, his handsome face twisting into a confused but not quite disapproving frown.

"I thought this was a just-us-guys trip," Kim Taehyung added in his deep baritone, pushing back his long dark brown hair.

"If she tags along, we can book that huge family suite though," Kim Namjoon pointed out. "Since the hotel is giving a discount for groups of eight or more people."

"Ah, I dunno, we're all gonna be piss drunk..."

"Which is why I figured it'd be a good idea. She doesn't drink or gamble. We won't have to take care of her and she can make sure we don't choke on our vomit in our sleep."

Min Yoongi had brought up the idea in the first place. She was primarily his friend, after all.

"Then why does she want to come? We're a mess," Jung Hoseok had laughed.

"Because she wants to come to Las Vegas to gain some personal inspiration. She'll be at a luxury hotel on the strip if she tags along with us, which will be much more convenient when it comes to getting around."

Park Jimin's eagerly mischievous face finally popped up from his phone to add lewd commentary. "I thought she got enough inspiration from your d–"

Seokjin bonked him on the head before he could finish.

"Ow!"

Yoongi continued calmly as if Jimin had said nothing at all. "If you guys think it would be a bother, I will tell her we've already booked it and can't change it. She's not going to be upset."

Taehyung groaned. "No, no, that's mean. I say let her come. You wouldn't even mention it if you thought it was a bad idea, hyung."

The second oldest shrugged, brushing back his long black hair, looking bored. Classic Yoongi. "She's probably going to wander around ninety percent of the time and crash for ten. You all probably won't even notice she's there. We can always meet up before and you guys can see what you think."

Seokjin tapped his full lips. He was the oldest. "She did lend me her extra Joy-Cons when mine were being fixed for drifting. She can't be that bad, I suppose..." And a video game addict.

Namjoon waved a hand. "Eh, it's better to book sooner than later. I'm in. Let's go for dinner too before the trip. Might as well."

Hoseok chimed in, nodding. "More the merrier!"

Jimin prodded Yoongi in the arm. He enjoyed tiptoeing om the line of danger. "You guys going to get a drive-thru wedding? Is that why we are going to Vegas? Eh?"

He received a deadpan stare in return.

Yoongi then turned away and cocked his head to Jungkook, who had listened to this entire conversation with vague but silent interest. He was trying to remember what she looked like. Was it that one... or was it the woman with that dangerous smirk?

"Hey. If you're not comfortable with it, I'll nix the whole plan," Yoongi said to him.

Jungkook scrunched his face, frowning. "Ah... what does she look like again, hyung?"

Yoongi had raised his dark eyebrow, but fished out his phone, poking the screen. He turned it around to an image of himself, another male friend, and a woman, seemingly at some event.

"This is her."

It was, in fact, the one with the dangerous smirk.

"Why don't you drink?"

"Because a girl shouldn't get drunk on a vacation with seven guys."

It wasn't so much her answer that gave Jungkook the chills up and down his spine. It was her casual smile. Something in that intense gaze. Inviting but somehow immoral, sitting in front of her meal in between Namjoon and Yoongi. Just something about it. Something about those eyes that said, ah, the taste of power, and Jungkook had no idea if those eyes meant herself, the two men beside her, or him, the one she was staring at right now.

He also had no idea if those chills were a warning or want.

"Yah! We're not going to do anything. We're not scoundrels!" Seokjin butted in, waving his steak knife at her.

With a swift flick, she picked up her own and pushed the tip of the blade back down to Seokjin's plate, chiding him with a tongue click.

"Besides, alcohol tastes disgusting," she chuckled, the tip of her tongue sticking out, childish and yet...

What are you thinking, Jungkook? Stop that!

"Sounds like you're allergic to a good time," Seokjin chittered just as childishly, already comfortable with teasing. That was how Seokjin was. He tended to break the tension and facilitate the personalities of others.

"Don't threaten me with a good time," she warned jokingly and, there it was, that smirk again. Dangerous but pretty, like a cocktail loaded with alcohol. You knew it was there, and yet it was so sweet and delicious it was hard to notice. "That's what Vegas is all about."

"What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas," Hoseok chimed on near-prefect English, or at least Jungkook thought so, not that he had any idea what the phrase meant.

Back then.

It escalated far too quickly, just like a wild night.

He didn't even notice it at first. Jungkook never thought he was clueless, but now he figured he must be. There weren’t rules when it came to attraction, no step-by-step guide on how fast or slow you could learn to want someone, no instruction manual for how to proceed when someone asks to have you and you realize far too late that you have to have them too. Too late because the desire was too strong and Jungkook learned he too could get to the point where he forgot how to stop himself, forgot to stop and think, hm, perhaps don't fuck Yoongi's female friend because you don't know what's going on there, yet every interaction was throwing back another drink and Jungkook realized far too late that he was, in fact, blackout drunk on… her.

That was the only way he could describe it.

It was a small thing at first, a single sip.

In the airport, he moved too fast in and bumped into her, dropping his passport and ticket. She caught it as his hand collided into hers, his fingers closing in, gliding over smooth skin interrupted by silver rings.

"S-Sorry!"

She was wearing a face mask and oversized hoodie, looking like a black marshmallow with colorful splatter paint accents on the hoodie. Her sweet perfume drifted towards him. She wasn’t not quite looking in his direction.

"S'kay."

Her hand turned and passed his documents back to him.

"Here."

Her fingertips grazed the side of his hand, her nails nicking at his wrist. His breath hitched all of a sudden, so faint he hoped she didn't hear.

Her eyes shifted to glance at him.

He couldn't see her mouth but there was a define curve of the little puffs under her eyes. A cute eye-smile before she moved past him to the check-in kiosk.

It was small sips.

The cocktail as so sweet that he couldn’t even taste the alcohol.

Maybe she didn't actually notice his gasp. Maybe she was simply being polite. It didn't mean anything anyway. She didn't stand near him during boarding; she chatted with Jimin and Taehyung. She sat next to Yoongi and Hoseok on the plane, at the window seat. Jungkook sat behind her, Seokjin in the middle of him and Namjoon who needed to be in the aisle because of his height. Jungkook thought about asking Hoseok to switch with him, but his hyung was avidly in conversation and he didn't want to interrupt despite wanting more legroom.

Well, he did.

But he didn't.

"Jungkook?"

He started a bit, seeing her peer through the crack between the seats. It was already mid-flight, the period of time when the lights were off and the plane was only soft murmurs. He hadn't expected it, halfway between putting his headphones away so he could nap. Seokjin was already in dreamland, eye mask and all. Namjoon was absorbed in a book.

Her husky whisper through the seats had sent chills up and down his spine.

It felt like a secret, even though they were surrounded by people and his friends.

Her name spilled out of his lips, breathless.

"Uh... yeah?"

She wiggled a bit and her eyes popped over the top of her seat, her hair curling over part of her forehead.

Oh, fuck.

"Do you want the rest of my apple juice? I'm tired but I don't want it to spill if I fall asleep. Yoongi said you'll drink it."

Her eyes sparkled in the low light. Perhaps teary from sleepiness, but, man, did they look captivating.

"Uh... yeah. Yeah, I'll drink it."

Her hand popped up, holding the half-full plastic cup.

"I drank from this side, so this side is untouched."

"It's okay, I don't–"

Jungkook stopped himself.

He was about to say, I don't mind, but then he suddenly became aware that Namjoon was still awake. Not that the older man had moved anything but a page in his book, and yet... well, it was still weird wasn't it, he didn't know her very well, it would be strange to just...

He held out his hand, reaching for it.

"Ah, okay. Thanks. I was thinking the drink portions were really small."

She handed it to him, untouched side first, still only showing the top half of her face. "Thank you, Jungkook."

He caught her gaze the second she said his name again. Those orbs gleamed in the low light, and he could hear it against his skin, Jungkook, his own name like a spell, giving him a weird fuzzy feeling, a candle flame flickering against his heart, heating it up, and now his blood was humming in his veins, a light buzz all over his body.

It was all in his imagination.

Jungkook slowly lowered the plastic cup of apple juice.

He nodded, not trusting any other noise he would make thereafter. Her hand was resting on the top of the headrest, beside her head. She blinked slowly. He paid attention to every detail, those inquisitive eyes, the placement of her fist, the curious observation she kept on him for the moment.

Milliseconds it must have been.

Then the little puffs under her eyes curved up into an eye-smile before she plopped back down, turning back the correct way.

Jungkook looked down at the amber liquid.

Took a sip.

It tasted like apple juice, obviously.

Before he had time to think, Jungkook snuck a peek at Namjoon. His hyung’s eyes were focused on his book, looking studious in his glasses and serious expression, absorbing what he was reading. He didn’t even glance in Jungkook's direction.

Okay. Safe.

He looked back down at the cup. There was no visible marking on the edge. She hadn't worn any lip product. It wasn’t easy to tell which side she drank from. That must be why she pointed it out.

Jungkook stared at her side.

Don't. That would be weird.

He took another sip.

Don't.

He turned the cup in his hands to her side.

Come on. You don't really know her. The only thing you know is that she's Yoongi-hyung's friend and she makes art. You don't even know what kind of art. You didn't even pay attention.

Jungkook turned the cup back to his side and drank the rest of the apple juice. The tip of his index finger grazed the other side of the cup. He remembered her lips. He found that he had already memorized the color and the shape.

Then Jungkook realized he hadn't seen them since the dinner.

The second interaction was akin to taking a double shot of dark liquor too fucking fast.

"Ah! Sorry!"

"It's fine. I'm about to leave."

Jungkook nearly threw himself out of the bathroom, but she grabbed his naked arm and yanked him back in before letting him go and going back to what she was doing.

"I-I-I'm so sorry, I forgot–"

"Believe it or not, I've seen a man naked before. You and your ass in boxer briefs is not a great shock," she chuckled, shaking out her hair from the clip and placing it next to the sink, checking her appearance one last time in the giant hotel bathroom mirror.

Jungkook immediately put his hands over his crotch, seeing his bedhead and bewildered, half-asleep expression in the clear reflection. He was, indeed, naked except for his underwear, stumbling into the bathroom after the first night in a different country. Oh, shit. His face was a little puffy from the sodium of the buffet dinner of last night. His black hair was sticking up in every direction. He was still toned and muscular from his workouts, but that would certainly disappear after a week in Las Vegas. The harsh bathroom light caught the gleam of his silver lip ring and increased the stark contrast of the tattoos on his right arm, the etched ink standing out against his tan skin.

He was standing behind her, and, damn.

Damn.

She looked so fucking hot in a blood-red slip dress that skimmed over her body. Black mesh shirt underneath. Legs for days, shapely and powerful. Clean winged liner and stained red lip. Simple, but effective.

She turned around and raised an eyebrow at him.

"What?"

He swallowed too fast. "Nothing. Sorry. I should have knocked. And put pants on."

She removed her gaze from him and he finally exhaled, not realizing he had held his breath for so long.

"S'fine. Like I said, I'm about to go."

He attempted to make conversation to make the situation less awkward. "Ah? Where?"

"A museum," she replied absentmindedly. She plucked her phone from the edge of the bathtub, along with a purple pouch that seemed to hold her makeup.

No further explanation.

Uh.

Her brows furrowed and she suddenly looked at him intensely, the directed attention making him freeze again.

"Don't feel weird,” she said calmly. “It's no big deal. Here, I'll make it even for you."

Then she grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled up.

Any residual sleepiness he had vaporized immediately.

Jungkook's jaw dropped.

The screws of nervous tension holding his jaw up had loosened immediately at the image of delicious hips framed by black lace and red velvet, complete with a tiny satin bow at the center. Juicy thighs that connected with a visible dip, framing a perfect spot to shove his hand into and grip the soft inner thigh, up, up to a slender waist aching for his touch, the cropped hem of the mesh shirt revealing a mole under her left breast and hints of a matching bra to those sinful panties.

The shock to his system was so strong that Jungkook nearly choked.

"Now we're square."

What?!

She dropped the hem.

Waved and waltzed out.

Jungkook stood alone, standing in the expensive ass hotel bathroom in a foreign country with a rising tent in his thin boxer briefs.

Did she...?

He wandered to the sink in a daze, shuffling awkwardly due to his erection. Was he dreaming? Was this real life? How did she develop that kind of reckless confidence? Was there something in the Vegas water? Was that a power move? What did it mean? Why was he turned on?

Why am I so fucking turned on?

He had chills up and down his spine, blood buzzing in his veins, and Jungkook looked into the mirror to find his shaking lips parted, breathless, aching for those soft-looking pink lips murmuring, now we're square, to cover his and capture him.

No. Come on. Get a grip.

He ran his fingers through his hair, fixing it the best he could with nature's natural comb, attempting to collect himself physically as his brain attended to the mental side. His lips were still trembling, making the mole under them quiver as well.

Jungkook shut his mouth.

Don't get carried away. It's nothing.

"Sorry. Forgot my clip."

Jungkook nearly squeaked as her elegant hand glided past his left arm, snatching the obsidian hair clip from the sink counter. Her lithe frame suddenly behind him, pressing against his for half a second. His body jerked at the contact, instinctively searching for the heat.

What!

Five fingertips splayed over the small of his back, gently nudging him to his original position in front of the sink. His hard dick bumped the bottom of the counter and Jungkook had to bite his lower lip to avoid making any embarrassing noises. Thankfully it was part of the length and not the head. It wasn't painful. Only faint pressure.

No, what really made him almost moan was the shivers that erupted all over his body as the fingers of her right hand touched his bare back.

They stayed there.

And so did the chills, radiating from her touch.

His eyes darted forward, seeing part of her reflection behind him. Her eyes were peering over his shoulder, the lower half of her face covered by his taller frame.

She said nothing.

It… It’s nothing.

That little eye-smile returned.

Okay. Maybe it's not nothing.

She held up the hair clip.

"I forgot this."

She waited for him to respond.

He swallowed hard, steeling his voice. "R... Right." It came out gruffier and deeper than he intended.

She removed her hand from his back.

Jungkook realized that he missed her touch already.

She tilted her head, but her lips remained hidden behind his shoulder. Her gaze remained on him, longer and longer each time, examining his face despite his obviously naked torso, and he found himself thinking, go ahead and look, it's fine, I don't mind, and simultaneously, that's nuts, of course she should only look at your face, what are you thinking, his heart thudding in his chest, rattling his ribcage.

The eye-smile returned, cute petite puffs of amusement.

"I hope you end up liking Vegas as much as I do, Jungkook."

And then she turned around, leaving the bathroom with very little sound.

"Jungkook."

He was dead.

"Jungkook."

If he wasn't dead, he certainly wasn't alive. In a state of limbo, maybe. The world was fuzzy and he had a vague memory of a toilet. Huh. Strange, considering he was pretty sure toilets were meant to be used from the other end of the human body. Why would he be facing it?

Five points of gentle contact landed on his collarbones and upper chest.

Skin to skin.

Jungkook gasped as if he had been under water the entire time, his eyes snapping open. Next to him, Taehyung let out a particularly loud and disgustingly moist snore. Jungkook was too preoccupied with the scene before him to scoff or address the noise.

He was too busy looking at the most beautiful woman in the whole world.

Well.

That was what his drunken brain thought, anyway.

Then Jungkook realized he was conscious of the thought, so how truly drunken was his observation? Was it actually his subconscious revealing himself? Were his inhibitions being released because of the violent amount of liquor he consumed or–

Yoongi's female friend, wearing only a black bra and hip-hugging black sweats, held out a tall plastic cup of water and a white pill.

Was she going to drug him?

Jungkook took both.

"Hydration and to prevent hangover tomorrow," she explained calmly.

She was going to drug him, but not in the sexy way. Not that he wanted that. Well. Maybe. He wasn't exactly in his best state of mind. Judgement and common sense were currently lacking. She watched him as he took the pill and took a large gulp of water to swallow.

"Thanks," he croaked out.

Nice, Jungkook. That was hot.

She smiled.

It made her eyes gleam in the semi-darkness that was hotel rooms in big cities.

Meanwhile, Jimin grunted as Taehyung threw his leg over the other man, treating him like a convenient body pillow instead of a human being whose soft cheeks vaguely resembled mochi. Neither woke up to witness the strange interaction of a shirtless, half-dead Jungkook and a shirtless, water-and-hangover-cure fairy.

He drank silently, staring into her eyes.

She waited patiently.

He finished his water.

She reached over and Jungkook leaned in.

Five points of gentle contact on his chest and he jumped as he felt her fingertips press to his skin, seeing his own shirt on the floor, finally registering that he must have ripped it off before flopping headfirst onto the bed. His heart beating fast under her touch, chills up and down his spine, and he...

She plucked the plastic cup from his hand and began to rise.

Instantly, his right hand shot over and grasped her wrist.

Their eyes connected.

"Wait."

He whispered it, like a secret. Also because he didn't want to sound like a zombie rising from the dead again. It still sounded grainy and rough to his ears, but she paused, looking at him. Her hair was messy, tumbling down one side, no make-up, parted lips glossy with lip balm. Effortlessly pretty. He was trying to find the right words.

"I..."

It was at this moment that he realized he did not know what the magic words for this moment were.

"What... what kind of art do you make?" Jungkook asked.

Taehyung snorted. Jimin mumbled at him to shut up and get down from there. Jungkook remained mesmerized by the shirtless woman holding the emptied plastic cup that he now realized was a souvenir soda glass that read Viva Las Vegas. He had no idea what that meant. Maybe his English truly was dogshit.

Later that week, Jungkook realized that it wasn't English.

The world of languages was truly difficult.

"Everything," she replied softly.

He was still holding her wrist. She didn't pull away.

"Everything?" Jungkook echoed back, quiet in the silence of heavy snoring.

She nodded. "I made Yoongi's clothes for the promotional photos of his mixtape. I shot and edited those pictures. I painted the mural in Hoseok's bedroom too." She pointed to the chocolate brown blazer on the floor, thrown carelessly against the armchair. For some unknown reason, the armchair was on its side. "I made the flower brooch on Taehyung's jacket. Stuff like that." The brightly colored fabric flowers were slightly flattened, white, pink, purple, blue, orange. "My actual paying job is working at the antique shops. I go around the country, restoring old furniture. It's what my dad used to do. Sometimes I buy and sell my own." She frowned, ticking her head sheepishly in her explanation. "I bet you do something more interesting."

"Oh... I'm a personal trainer."

She nodded.

Silence.

Except for the car honking loudly outside.

Usually people looked down at his body when Jungkook stated his profession, but she continued staring at his face. Moments passed. Maybe an eternity. He didn't know. Couldn't know. Didn't care. The world was her touch and her face before him. She smiled and the little puffs under her eyes became more prominent.

Then she pointedly looked down at his hand still holding her wrist.

Jungkook felt his cheeks burn. The chills returned.

"You can let go now."

"S-Sorry, I..."

He lowered his head, feeling a strange sense of shame, and then came face-to-face to her breasts gently cupped in black satin, the delicate scalloping flush against the curve, not that far from his hand, if he just reached out, he would touch them, but, no, that was inappropriate, at least look up, Jungkook lifted his head again, let go, his fingers slipping from her wrist, the possibility floating in his head, just do it, looked into her eyes, you only have the guts to do it right now anyway, shaking breath, lean in and, to his surprise, she was leaning in too, closing his eyes as their faces neared, and…

Air.

Her warm breath feathered against his ear, five points of gentle contact on his collarbones and upper chest to stop him from coming forward any further.

"Maybe when you have your wits about you, yeah?"

Jungkook was highly unsure what that meant. Even when he was completely sober, he did not really have his wits about him when he was in her presence. It was more akin to chasing around his own brain cells every five seconds, eventually giving up to space out instead to avoid embarrassment.

"It's cheating," she purred. "If you try to come onto me when you're drunk."

Her middle finger caressed the pocket at the base of his throat. Jungkook shivered, blood roaring through his vessels, his skin tingling, hiding in the safety of his closed eyelids.

"It's not... cheating."

"You know how you act, Jungkook. Don't pretend."

So fast, so fast, his heart was beating so fast.

"If you act dangerous, danger will come and find you."

He inhaled and her hair smelled wonderful. Turned his head and he felt the warmth of skin close to his nose, so close, and he lowered his voice, breathing just as soft, it is not nothing, it is something, and maybe it was the cocktails, the beers, her touch, the moment, the pressure of everything hanging in the balance of his next words, hushed suspension like an acrobat ready for the amazing stunt of the grand finale.

"I think," Jungkook whispered into her ear. "I think danger has found me already, so maybe she should give it her best shot."

"Shit, my bad–"

"No, it's fine. I'm gonna go soon."

She yawned in the middle of the afternoon, blinking the sleep away. Black gingham loose short-sleeved button-down shirt with matching shorts. Not the same thing she wore last night. Jungkook vividly remembered every detail of last night.

Lust was more sobering than he thought.

Maybe it depended on the potency and strength.

She scratched her cheek, her lips twisting in thought. "Sorry about running off, but you heard the retching, had to make sure the vomit wasn't on the floor or something, thankfully Seo–" She paused abruptly, clearing her throat. "Thankfully, the person made it to the toilet."

Jungkook felt a mischievous grin itch onto his face. "I'm glad you made sure hyung was okay."

She frowned and ran a hand through her bedhead, messing it up and making it sexier. Uncapped her bamboo toothbrush and looped around him, running it lightly under the faucet before turning the water off.

"I didn't tell you who it was."

"Nope."

She backed up, unzipping the purple pouch under her arm, taking out a travel toothpaste. Caught him staring as she maneuvered the toothpaste onto the bristles, raising an eyebrow.

Jungkook tapped the sink counter in front of him.

"You can stand here."

Tilted his head a little, letting his freshly done hair graze his cheekbones.

"With me."

Her eyes followed his hand, up his arm, to his oversized white t-shirt and down his jeans, back up, flickering to the matching jean jacket by the unused hotel bathtub, then back to his clean, moisturized face and intentionally mussed hair. She took in his done-up appearance very deliberately, maintaining eye contact in her just-woken-up state.

She cocked her head, wordlessly sticking her toothbrush in her mouth.

There was something sexy about it, slightly dismissive, but also a confidence that continued because she didn't stop looking at him. Simply brushed her teeth with him standing right there. Almost... domestic in how little she seemed to mind, as if she was accustomed to watching him get ready. She was just now beginning her day after babysitting seven drunk men all night. Tonight, the same seven were supposed to go to a buffet and then to a concert. The goal was to not get completely drunk so they could at least remember the majority of the concert.

That was the goal, anyway.

She brushed her teeth and observed him as Jungkook adjusted his necklaces and checked his face in the mirror again, sneaking glances at puffed cheeks full of toothpaste suds and very focused brushing. Silent, but attentive to his movements.

She would be really cute to wake up to.

Her eyes found his and Jungkook looked away quickly, his hands drifting over the plethora of small fragrance bottles by the sink. All the guys had left their respective signature scents there, the last step before stepping out of the bathroom. He saw his own but paused, picking up a different one instead. Took off the silver cap and sniffed lightly, breathing in a warm, sharp scent that had a hint of fresh citrus mixed with the salt of the ocean.

Then he almost shattered it when he felt the warmth of a hip and thigh press against his own.

"O-Oh!"

She couldn't respond because she was spitting into the sink and rinsing her mouth out, but Jungkook couldn't even bring himself to look, trying to contain the chills going up and down his spine. Skin tingling, breath thinning, mind hazy at the closeness, clutching the expensive cologne that wasn't his. Out of instinct and desire not to look like a complete creep, he sprayed the sides of his neck and wrists, dousing himself in the rich and intense scent, although that wasn't the reason for the heady feeling consuming him at the moment.

"That's Yoongi's."

Jungkook started, seeing her wipe her hands on a hotel towel. Her purple pouch was now in the sink counter, her toothbrush sticking out.

"W... What?"

"You used his cologne," she remarked calmly.

How does she know...? He tried to speak, but found himself tongue-tied, suddenly realizing how close she was to him, wiping her face clean with a damp cloth, her skin glistening in the bathroom light, side by side, like a girlfriend, a lover, his...

She ticked her chin to the little bottle in his hands. "He made me buy him the travel size when I was out because he forgot to pack any. I asked him what it was called and he could only describe the bottle." She sighed absentmindedly, as if it was a nuisance, and yet there was a smile dancing on her lips. "He kept saying, the blue one, I kept telling him, I'm in the men's section, there's a lot of blue ones, and he–"

She stopped speaking.

Jungkook found himself staring at her in the mirror and she was staring back.

If there was noise outside the room, he couldn't hear it. He was too busy looking into striking eyes that struck him, her head turning, slow motion, his breath stilling, heart crashing, from reflection to flesh, shoulder to shoulder.

Now looking at each other.

He willed his body to be still as his heartbeat scattered to the wind. Her lips looked so inviting and perfect. Pink. Glossy. Soft. Plush. Kissable. He thought he had gotten close to his chance last night, but perhaps that was building up to this.

The little puffs under her eyes curved upwards, those orbs sparkling with mirth.

Jungkook hesitated, realizing he had already closed half of the distance.

"What's with your eyes?" she suddenly asked.

He blinked, confused. "What?"

She smiled under him. Mischievous and playful, similar to a cat caught doing something naughty and knowing their owner would do nothing to punish them.

"Your big peepers."

My big what?

"You're staring so big that it's a little unsettling."

He jerked back, spinning to the mirror and finding his own shocked, deer-in-headlights expression. "S-Sorry! Sorry, it's just–!"

She leaned over and kissed his cheek.

Jungkook felt his whole body burst into flames.

Not literally. Well, that’s how it felt like, anyway. Record high-speed embarrassment burning his neck and cheeks, the sudden rush of validation far too fast in far too short of a time span. It ate him up and made him whole, the subtle affection an injection right into his blood, his voice of reason muffled, you shouldn’t, be careful, but he didn't give a fuck. Jungkook told the inner voice to shut up and bring out his worst behavior instead, this isn’t nothing so I could make it something, impulsiveness taking the reins. How many sips of her was it now? The alcohol was kicking in full force.

"Next time."

She whispered into his ear and walked out.

He had no idea what he would have done if she hadn't left so abruptly, but it would have been a sight for Jimin and Taehyung as they stumbled into the bathroom arguing about the best flavor of donut from the hotel breakfast buffet earlier that morning.

Gambling was not a good habit to start, but Jungkook chose to indulge.

Drunk and high off the excitement of the concert, everyone was trying their luck. Blackjack, poker, slots, and the like. It was probably incredibly unfair odds, especially in the hotel casino. They were all either too optimistic or too drunk to care. At least Namjoon had the foresight to force everyone to leave their cards behind and spend only a fixed amount of cash. Currently his intoxicated self was questioning why the fuck he did that.

“Yah! Nooo!”

“Where did Jungkook go?”

“Dunno, he said something about the bathroom. Maybe got distracted. He’ll come running back to Namjoon-hyung when he realizes he doesn’t know enough English.”

“He has his phone. Message him.”

“Uh… What’s my passcode…?”

“Your fingerprint, Taehyung…”

Jungkook knew he shouldn’t gamble.

In his defense, these odds were better than any of the games here.

He thought it was his imagination at first. He could dream up those shapely legs and those elegant hands. Those plush lips and that little eye-smile that formed when they spotted him across the casino floor. Then he realized his imagination was not that creative to dream up a red-and-white striped bra top with a pineapple print and viciously short black denim shorts with a loose white dress shirt hanging off one shoulder. Plus, the extra detail of those pointed toe, black velvet heels with a thin strap around the ankle, giving the casual outfit an unexpected killing point.

A smile danced in her eyes and on her lips.

She turned and slid through the crowd.

Jungkook abandoned his spot over Jimin’s shoulder where he had been mocking him about his luck at the slot machines. Maybe slightly sober him wouldn’t have. Maybe slightly sober him would have thought, nah, that can’t be her, and even if it was, she hasn’t hung out with us yet, she probably wants to be let alone, I shouldn’t bother her, but that smile, that damned smile that went from her lips to those little puffs under her eyes, and Jungkook didn’t care, pushing through the crowd, following the flutter of white and long legs, smelling the reek of cigarettes and cigar smoke. With a start, he realized he was a little lost, looking up and seeing an ornate, gaudy ceiling. Fake marble and glided gold, surrounded by opulent shops and too many tourists.

Cool fingers brushed against his cheek.

He spun around and then froze, suddenly pressed up close, staring face-to-face to that eye-smile.

“Hello.”

Jungkook gasped her name between their lips, softly like a secret.

She grinned.

“No. I’m what you call danger.”

And she leaned up and kissed him.

His eyes went wide. The sudden softness, the rush of intimate contact, his heart pounding, realizing he could count her eyelashes. Thump-thump-thump. His heartbeat fluttering to his throat as he noticed that one of her eyes was partially open, like she was mid-wink as she kissed him, cheekily peeking at his reaction, increasing the pressure and intensity when she was caught, not looking away, sparkling smile in that shrouded orb. Tilting her head, her fingers grazing his jaw, pulling him closer, his mind going fuzzy, acutely aware that they were in public, kissing, right the view of people neither of them knew. Strangers in a strange land, alcohol mixing with the rush of her passion and his.

His hand lifted and touched her arm, grasping at the dress shirt.

She broke the kiss, her tongue trailing down the center of his lower lip, flicking lightly in their parting.

Jungkook gasped, cutting off his own whine. She smirked, teasing him, drawing him closer, closer to her addictive charm, but he was willingly falling, his eyes blind to everything but the cheese in the trap.

She adjusted her head, pulling down the collar of his jean jacket, sniffing lightly next to his neck.

“The cologne smells good on you.”

Thump-thump-thump.

She was wearing some kind of perfume too. Sweet but smooth, like biting into a nectarine in the summertime. It lingered over her collarbones, and he found himself wanting to claim that space, but the hesitation kicked in.

Instead, Jungkook lifted his gaze to her eye-smile.

“You…”

His thoughts were stumbling, burning in her heat.

“You’re… too pretty. It’s hard to look away.”

The side of her lips lifted.

“That sounds like a problem.”

She didn’t come with you and the guys to hook up, you should back off, Yoongi-hyung might get upset, she’s dangerous, look at that smile, but I can’t help it, look at the way she fits herself into my arms, she’s pressing her thigh against my thigh, I’m drunk, right, or maybe I’m not, I don’t know anymore, I need more, more, just to make sure…

“I want to do dirty things to you,” she whispered to his lips, soft and smokey.

That devious gaze enticed him, asking him to come hither.

“Do you want to do dirty things with me?”

Her hand slid down his shoulder, fingers fanning over his back, stroking it sensually, rolling her body into his. Not that he needed more convincing.

“Yeah…”

“P-Please…”

Getting am empty elevator wasn’t impossible in Las Vegas. It might be, depending on the time of day, but also there were a plethora of elevators all over the hotels. There were often lulls, moments where it seemed no one needed an elevator.

This moment was such a moment, which meant the second the door began to close, Jungkook found himself shoved into the wall of the elevator where only the gods knew how many other people were shoved for the same reason.

His air suddenly cut off, mouth to mouth, body to body, moans trapped in his throat.

Her hand pressed against his chest.

He shut his eyes.

Swallowed his shudder as her tongue flicked against his lips, toying with his lip ring, her hand sliding down, down, fitting to the contours of his torso, her other hand cupping his cheek, running her fingernail against the curve of his ear. Chills up and down his spine and all over his body, a constant buzz, her teeth nipping lightly at his lip in between insistent kisses. Were those wispy gasps him, surely not, stiffening as fingertips toyed with the waistband of his jeans.

Jungkook almost opened his eyes, but he didn’t.

He breathed her name against her lips, a breathless question.

She pressed her lips to his and he felt her smile.

Her hand molded to the growing tent trying to get past the zipper. It was as uncomfortable as it was arousing. His head hit the wall of the elevator, yanking his head away to moan, clutching her hips and trying to push her down, but her legs shifted and she stopped him, stroking him through the thick fabric and reducing him to pleas, snapping his chin back down, staring at her under him.

She grinned, shaking her ass in his hands while applying even but firm pressure against his erection, her tongue playfully between her teeth, daring him to do something about it.

There wasn’t anything to do but beg.

“Please…”

Her other hand ran down his stomach, gripping his t-shirt, tugging it up, the hem rising, rising, but not fast enough, it was probably only milliseconds, but it was milliseconds too many, the elevator climbing through the floors, his shirt hiking up, her nails grazing and leaving ghosts of relentless desire on his abdomen.

The elevator pinged loudly.

The door slid open.

Her head turned.

Jungkook’s breath caught in his throat when he realized it wasn’t their floor.

A couple blinked at them from the entrance. A man and a woman, holding hands and wearing matching colorful souvenir t-shirts. Meanwhile, her body was covering his, her dress shirt down her bare shoulders, not moving her hands from between their bodies.

“It’s going up,” the man said in English, pointing at the wall where the indicator light was.

The woman was gawking, too stunned to speak.

Jungkook felt his cheeks burn.

The door began to close.

“Keep a secret, okay?” she said to the couple, right before the door closed.

Jungkook’s English was limited but he was better at understanding than speaking.

“A secret?” he choked when she lazily turned back to him, using Korean because he wasn’t ready to embarrass himself in front of someone who clearly knew more English than he did. He was confronted with a self-satisfied smirk and sparkling eyes. “W-What if they call security–”

“This is America. I’m sure they’ve seen porn. You’re not even naked.”

Her fingers gripped the button of his jeans, her other hand splaying over his bare abs and rendering him speechless.

“Unless…”

She started messing with the button.

“It’s not like anyone will recognize you when you’re in a completely different country, you know?”

He wasn’t thinking it. Now he was. He stared into her eyes, a silent do it. Impulsive bravery in the face of danger. Amusement and agreement looking back at him. She nudged the fabric and the metal apart.

Found the zipper pull of his jeans.

Stuck her tongue out, extending it far, far down, curling it in the air, the metal teeth below coming apart from her insistence, his cock straining against his underwear, begging for a taste of that nimble, wet, glistening muscle dancing in front of his lips.

The elevator pinged again.

This time it was actually their floor.

Either Jungkook wasn’t as drunk as he thought or the shock was sobering him up real fast.

He made it about two steps into the hotel room before the door suddenly snapped closed and his pants were yanked down to his knees. Thumbs hooked onto the sides of his underwear and pushed down, and he found himself raising his hands and letting it happen with a gasp, looking down to meet the image of lust.

Her getting to her knees and licking the inside of his thighs, covering him with saliva.

Like he was the fucking Mona Lisa and her tongue was the paintbrush, not that that made any sense because Jungkook knew very little about classical art and even less about how the Mona Lisa was painted by Leonardo Da Vinci, but the point was that art evoked emotion and Jungkook was feeling.

He was feeling a whole fucking lot right now.

“Oh, s-shit…!”

She looked up at him, pressing her hand into the saliva and sliding up, rubbing the slick liquid all over his balls, gentle but with intention.

Cradled her hand under his jutting cock and raised an eyebrow.

Jungkook had no idea what she was going to do.

“D… Do it,” he gasped.

He probably should have asked what, but he was two seconds away from grabbing her hand and jacking his own dick, so he figured it was better to just encourage her to do what she wanted to do and see if he liked it rather than force her to do something she might find off-putting.

She spat on his dick and started jacking him off.

“O-Oh!”

It was a lot to take in at once, the image of her spitting on his dick, the sudden slipperiness wrapped in her firm hold, steady but tight, radiating pleasure flowing through him, down his legs and up his torso, seeing the glistening dark red tip disappear and reappear in her fingers, dangerous smirk and eye-smile accompanying the lewd image.

“Don’t hide your lovely voice,” she purred. “No one is here to hear you.”

He wasn’t sure if that was true or not, but it was unlikely that anyone was in the hotel room considering it was silent except for the noise outside in the adjacent rooms, and yet there was that sense of nervousness, jitters in being in this kind of situation with someone new, trying to keep his cool that was rapidly being consumed by flames.

“U-Um…”

She leaned forward, sticking her tongue out, and continued jacking him off with the head of his cock rubbing against her tongue.

“A-Aah, fuuuck…”

It was moving so fast, he was so intoxicated, he couldn’t stop, grabbing his shirt and yanking it up so it didn’t get in the way, seeing her wink at him and feeling the pace intensify, no, no, he couldn’t take it anymore, moaning helplessly, his breathing stuttering, so good, felt so good, strong grip, tight but not crushing, fast but enough to feel everything, tongue rubbing against sensitive skin, tilting her head and dripping more saliva down his length, so messy, seeing her thighs spread more. Right there at the door of the hotel room, not even waiting to take their shoes off.

Jungkook thought it would take him longer to cum but, to his surprise, the power of lust did not disappoint.

“I-I’m gonna cum, where–”

She tilted her hand back and stuck her tongue out, beckoning him with the tip.

He couldn’t even finish the question.

He gasped at the orgasm seized him and sent a burst of pleasure through him, making him lightheaded at the rush, gasping her name, holy fuck, he was witnessing his cum shooting down her throat, thick streams of white onto her tongue and sliding into the darkness. She didn’t close her mouth, letting him watch it slide down into her throat. Slowly massaging his twitching length, pressing her tongue to the base of the head, rubbing so, so softly.

There was so much pleasure that he couldn’t breathe.

Her lips closed, a kiss to the shivering head of his cock, and he heard her swallow.

So fucking sexy that he shuddered.

One eye opened, peering up at him, lightly licking the tip. A gentle tease. He whimpered, twisting his own shirt in his hands. She drew back a little, something clouding the previous playfulness from before.

“Too much?”

The question seemed weighted.

Not quite about what just occurred, but more about herself as a person.

Jungkook shook she head, biting his lower lip, knowing he was pushing his luck.

But this was Las Vegas and he came to gamble.

“Not enough.”

There probably should be instructions for how to proceed, but either Jungkook threw away the manual or was too horny to read it.

He probably should have thought twice before falling onto the bed he shared with Jimin and Taehyung, but he didn’t, dragging her onto his lap and whimpering at her touch and her bites on his neck, his eyes rolling back at her tongue following the curve of his ear, flicking his earrings. Shrugging out of their jackets, her chuckle between them, there probably isn’t enough time to get fully naked, and he knew it was true but he asked anyway, I need you, and then he realized her purple pouch was on the table by the bed because his eyes followed her hand when she pulled her phone out of her back pocket and stuck it on the nightstand.

When had that…?

But he didn’t really care, she was unzipping it and pulled a condom out.

“W… What?”

She shrugged as her response, licking the palm of her free hand. Never mind, he didn’t care why she had a condom in her toiletries bag. Condoms had one purpose. It was being used on him and that was good enough for Jungkook. He moaned as her wet left hand gripped his half-hard cock and pumped him. She straightened, standing between his legs.

“Hey.”

He didn’t have the capacity to speak, so he made a noise of want and curiosity, indicating that was ready to take an order.

“Help me take off my shorts.”

Be cool, his brain told him, but his hands were practically ripping off her clothes, yanking the button open and unzipping quickly, pushing it all down, black panties and shorts, gasping as she continued to jack him off while he revealed those lush hips and deliciousness between her legs, trying to tell himself to calm down, but, nope, that pussy looked more delicious than the expensive buffet and the buffet was fucking delicious.

Her hips swayed and she kicked her clothes away.

She held out the condom.

Jungkook reached between her legs and brushed his fingertips in between those glossy lips.

She raised an eyebrow as he brought it to his tongue and licked, trying not to pass out at the sweet taste.

Fuck.

He smirked at her inquiring expression.

“Just a taste.”

He took the condom, ripping it open. There was amusement in that eye-smile, but also a fluster that she covered with veiled calm.

“Ah.”

There was probably an unspoken rule that said, slow the fuck down, but it seemed that she didn’t care and neither did he, rolling the condom down his stiff length as soon as her hand moved away and she sank down on him, replacing her hand with her pussy.

Oh.

Fucking.

“A-Ah…!”

She rolled her hips, adjusting the angle, and Jungkook saw stars or maybe reached spiritual ascension, he had no other way to describe the overwhelming pleasure of the tight, warm softness, slick and wet, her hand gripping his shoulder, sliding up and down on his cock, his hands falling back to anchor himself up, his hips following her rhythm, thrusting up to meet hers.

She lifted her head, a heavy exhale tumbling from her lips.

Half-smile, her cheeks flushing.

“Fuck, you’re sexy.”

He felt the back of his neck burn and hoped it didn’t creep to his cheeks. She was riding his dick and he was dying from a compliment.

“Y-You too.”

Before he could slap himself upside the head for that response, she grinned.

“I know.”

He felt her squeeze him when he was deep inside, her nails digging into his shoulder, his right arm sticking out of his white t-shirt, his hair falling onto his face from the force of the bouncing. Bravery or feeding on her confidence, maybe simply lust and pleasure, who the fuck knew, his reservations disappearing, one of his hands lifting, touching her bare hip, testing the waters, pulling her closer when she smiled at him, breathless sigh at his force.

Harder.

Shifting the position slightly, fuck, right there, he knew that was the spot because they both gasped, tossing words aside and speaking through their bodies, harder, faster, rougher. It was easy to follow her pace. Maybe it was the knowledge that everyone may come back soon, maybe it was all those subtle tastes of her strong flavor from before, maybe this was her trap or maybe it really was undeniable attraction, but whatever it was, it was becoming something, mixed moans, matching pants, slapping bodies, and her hand turning, sliding into his hair, her fingers tense but not grabbing his hair, clenching her jaw.

“It’s okay,” he panted. “You can tug my hair a little.”

She bit her lip, a rare moment of lost composure.

“F-Fuck, Jungkook…”

Her fingers twisted into his hair tightly but didn’t pull, tipping her head back and moaning to the ceiling, clenching down him, shivering walls and sloppy squelch, still forcing her hips forward despite it but his own fingers dug into her hip and forced her to stop, the feeling too much and pushing him to the edge. Her name tumbled from his lips, his hips thrusting forward powerfully as he came, so good, rushing pulses and spilling into the condom, feeling her squeeze and tremble around him.

So good.

His.

At least this moment was, and he was going to treasure it.

Her hand worked into his hair, pinpricks of her nails crawling up, panting hard, opening her eyes slowly as she came down. There was something endearing about it. No walls here, no hiding behind confidence and knowledge of her own power.

Just bliss in orgasm.

“You can be rougher with me.”

She panted, cocking a brow at his declaration.

“You seem like you’re holding yourself back a little.” He grinned. “Or am I wrong?”

She ticked her head, not yet saying anything. Her gaze shifted, playfulness returning, running her fingers through his hair and making his scalp tingle.

He leaned forward and touched his nose to hers.

“I can take it.”

He saw those little puffs under her eyes curve upward in amusement and felt her fingers curling inward, a firm grip, his breath catching his throat, almost, he could almost taste her kiss on his lips again.

They heard the sudden whirring of the door being unlocked.

There were four rooms in the suite – the room Namjoon and Hoseok shared with separate beds, the room Yoongi and Seokjin shared with one bed, and the room Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook shared with the bed and pull-out couch that they ignored, cramming onto the California-king bed with too many limbs sticking out.

And the smallest room, hers, since she was the one girl.

Jungkook woke up far too early the next morning with Taehyung��s arm over his chest, staring down at the corner of the bed that he had fucked Yoongi’s female friend on the night before.

At least it was his side of the bed.

He got up and went for a long work-out session in the hotel gym to avoid any… foreseen circumstances. And to avoid Jimin bringing up anything from last night in the morning.

“You left Taehyung on read.”

“What?”

Jimin had scrunched up his face as he trotted into the bedroom, sighing. “Your phone. You left Taehyung on read, so we knew you weren’t dead, but at least text back and let us know where you are! What if you get kidnapped? We’re in a foreign country.”

Jungkook had blinked at him, sitting on the bed with his shirt half on and his pants hastily yanked on, trying to occupy Jimin so he didn’t start looking around the room. That turned out to be easy, considering Jimin was annoyed at him for not responding to texts. Jungkook had a good reason.

He was busy being balls deep.

He wasn’t going to say that because inevitably Jimin’s next question would be who and Jungkook wasn’t ready for his pint-sized hyung to start teasing and dropping hints to the silent-but-scary hyung.

“Why would I get kidnapped? I would kick their ass.”

Jimin made a pained face at him. “Yeah. Exactly. How are we supposed to bail you out of jail? What do you think we are? Fluent in English and rich?”

Jungkook coughed. “Uh… I got hot. I came up to change. I was gonna go back down.”

Jimin rubbed his head and ran his hand through his black hair, flopping onto the bed. “Never mind,” he sighed. “I’ll text them and let them know you’re okay. Man. You scared me for a second…”

“… Sorry.”

“What’s this?”

Jungkook snatched the scrap of blue foil wrapper from Jimin’s wandering hand. “Nothing. Just, uh, hangover tablet. She gave me an extra.”

“Oh, man, I’m gonna need one, I hope she has another…”

“I’ll ask if I see her.”

You did, Jungkook. You saw a lot.

Jungkook told his inner voice to shut the fuck up.

He wondered. If the others had thought about looking after him, then did any of them worry if she was going to be okay? She was one girl wandering alone in a big city in a foreign country after all. Her English seemed pretty good though.

He didn’t have to wonder for long.

“She’s at Starbucks.”

“What?”

Yoongi yawned and turned his phone around at the table of the hotel buffet, stuffing a slice of prime rib into his mouth. “Green dot.” A steady green dot on a white map with blue roads was chilling in a teardrop-shaped pin labelled STARBUCKS.

“You GPS’ed her?! What is she, an endangered animal?” Seokjin gasped, the half-eaten pretzel bread falling out of his mouth. He quickly snatched it from his plate and shoved it back in.

Yoongi grunted and swallowed, putting his phone back down. “She asked me to, obviously. She texts me where she’s going each day and I check sometimes if she’s there. Takes me two seconds. She’s fine.”

Jimin wiggled his eyebrows. “Where’s she going today?”

“Sex clubs and drug dens.”

Namjoon dropped his fork with a loud clatter.

Yoongi snorted. “She’s going to the Luxor to look around. You think she’d actually be in a drug den? You can’t Google that, sheesh.”

Namjoon had to ask for new silverware because he had flipped his knife onto the floor the second the waitress managed to get to their table.

The fair-skinned man shook his head, his long black hair neatly tucked under a gray beanie. “I told you, she intended to wander around alone. Of course, she took precautions. She’s not a kid.”

Taehyung poked Jungkook on the side of his head. “Yeah, unlike this guy.”

“What? I’m not a kid. I’m already over twenty-five!”

“Okay, next time we go somewhere, you can do all the talking in English.”

“… A-Ah…”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“I know, I just can’t focus on… remember… when put on the spot…”

“That’s kind of…” Seokjin paused to mock Jungkook. “… The most important part.”

“Hyung, you know zero English.”

“Yah, I know come on and you know, you know?!”

The memories started blurring together, as they did when one was slowly blacking out.

He found they came rushing back every time they kissed, so he always searched for the next time they could kiss again.

Five points of gentle contact on his back and he would turn, a rare moment in the bathroom of both of them getting ready, sudden silence when Jimin stepped out to change his shirt, unsatisfied with his outfit.

Just a quick taste, throwing a shot back as casually as they came. Her lips and tongue working him, soft and insistent, running her fingers up his back, tracing patterns that made his skin radiate with need, wanting her to push the layers of fabric away, but it was gone as quickly as it came, Jimin rushing back in and she was reaching past him, snatching Yoongi’s cologne on the counter and spraying down her neck and chest.

“Isn’t that hyung’s?” Jimin teased, nudging her from behind.

She smiled, playful and unbothered. “If I smell of men’s cologne, less men walk up to me because they will assume I’m already with a guy. Or slept with one the night before.”

“Ah, wait, that’s kind of smart though,” Jimin nodded, sounding surprised. “Don’t you think so, Jungkook?”

She tilted her head at Jungkook, looking innocent.

“Uh… yeah?”

She put down the bottle, sliding it back onto the counter. Not where it was before. His eyes flickered to the movement, sensing a deliberateness to her action. Her hand stopped, backed off.

She had placed it next to his.

Either she knew it was his or it was a very lucky guess.

Jungkook did not think it was a lucky guess.

He turned to make eye contact but she was already leaving the bathroom, waving a hand while tucking her purple pouch under her arm, looking far too pretty in a long-sleeved black shirtdress and studded leather choker, wearing the signature scent of another man.

She could have picked his and didn’t.

The thought lingered in his mind.

In the night, he felt someone poke his side.

He opened his eyes to see hers peering at him from the side of the bed, her fists on the sheets like a curious cat. He couldn’t see the lower half of her face. Heart racing, pushing Taehyung’s leg off him, turning in his body just in case. Taehyung and Jimin breathed softly, lost in dreamland as Jungkook encountered his.

That little eye-smile.

She backed up, placing a finger to her lips, dressed in her black-and-white gingham pajamas. Beginning the game. The silent journey, sneaking past their sleeping companions, into her room, close the door, whispers in the dark, shh, hands under clothes and lips on skin.

Shot after shot.

Common sense nagged at him, but Jungkook pushed it away, losing himself in the feeling of her tongue on his chest, her hands sliding up his sides as she crawled up his body, leaving his skin on fire with her kiss.

“I can turn the light on if you want.”

The curtains of the high-rise room were open, letting in the light of Sin City.

“I can see,” he breathed onto her skin. “This is nice.”

Her top coming off, shorts following. She grinned. He loved the way it flowed to her eyes. His kiss down her neck, smooth skin under his lips, and he could still smell the lingering fragrance, citrus and the ocean with heavenly depth that was uniquely her. He ran his tongue down like she did with him, wrapping his lips around her nipple, feeling her fingers curling in his hair, pushing him around with silent force.

I can take it.

Rolling her chest into his face, soft sigh above him as he sucked, more, so he sucked harder, rubbing his tongue against the hard nub between his lips, reaching up with this other hand to tease the other, the taste filling his mouth, fuck, something different and addictive, too many parts of her that were too enjoyable. Her hands in his hair and her moan of his name as he switched sides, feeling her thighs squeeze his torso, too good, her nails dragging down his back, pinpricks of pain to bring pleasure, and he could feel it, so intense, from her to him, flames melting together and burning, and then all of a sudden her hands yanking his hair hard. Pain shot into his scalp, forcing him to let go, and he gasped, confused, colliding with her insistent kiss, her grabbing his hand, pushing it down, plunging two of his fingers into dripping wetness and tight heat.

Jungkook moaned into her mouth, feeling her fuck herself with his hand.

Nothing could stop this now.

He really didn’t care of anyone heard him now but she didn’t let him, rocking her hips into his hand, trapping him with her kiss even when she came, her orgasm sliding down his palm, shuddering muscles choking his fingers in a punishing pulse and he wanted it on his cock, so much so that when she finally let him go, he grasped his own length with his wet hand and smeared it all over him, a wanton groan escaping him.

Her hand immediately slapped over his mouth, her brows furrowing.

“Shh.”

He shook his head, gasping against her fingers, tighter, pushing the limit.

She gave him a helpless smile and felt around behind her, finally finding the condom and bringing it to him.

“Man, you’re gonna wake someone up…”

He bit down on his lower lip, fuck, it just felt so good, so good burying himself into that tightness, her muscles relaxing for a second to let him enter and then wrapping around him, just like that, swearing under his breath as she chided him, slow, angling herself to accommodate his length, oh God, right there, that depth and that sweet spot, slow and forceful, her legs wrapping around his waist, rising her lower body to his.

He tipped his head back, trying to contain his moan and failing. Her hand flew up, covering his mouth again, careful with the lip ring.

“Lift your arm for a second,” she gasped, and he did, and one leg was on his shoulder now, yes, yes, panting against her fingers, even better now, fucking him hard from below as he fucked her from above, attempting to minimize the sound, clutching his face as hers remained focused, biting her lip to hide her noises, the loudest being their bodies slapping against each other.

Nothing they could do about that.

He saw her neck tense and her eyes flickered up. He felt it too, the rush and the need, staring into her eyes, the thrill all over, her thumb stroking his cheek fondly while not letting go. The light of the city down below lit their bodies, and perhaps there was something in the air, too many drinks and not enough self-control.

Except he was sober.

She was the alcohol.

Jungkook felt his cheeks and neck flush. He hoped she couldn’t see in the darkness.

He whined softly under her palm and she nodded, squeezing him from below. Closer, closer, harder, faster, taking the chance, her gaze shooting up and he was there, her thumb suddenly covering his nose as he half-screamed into her mouth, hitting a strange kind of airless high that was so intense he felt his brain go hazy, squeezing his eyes shut as his hips jerked, wave after wave of pleasure colliding into one another, orgasm punching into him as he felt hers all around, pulsating constriction and slippery juices stuck to the insides of his thighs, hearing her head flinch to the side and bury her face into the pillow in mute ecstasy.

Holy.

Fuck.

She suddenly removed her hand from his face and the oxygen came rushing back, knocking the wind out of him and making him collapse on top of her. A faint sound of mild discomfort under him, but she did not tell him to get off.

He could feel her racing heartbeat against his.

Did she feel it too, the high of the buzz that was them?

Jungkook pressed his hand onto his mouth and his thumb over his nose, feeling the orgasm building up within his core.

It was loud in the living room area, singing, screaming, laughing, and he was slowly cutting off his own air, watching those lips around his cock and feeling that tongue race up and down the underside of his length, furiously rubbing the bottom of the head where it was the most sensitive, then descending into that throat that squeezed him, wet and hot and wonderful. So close to getting caught. So close, but not close enough, and that was the sweet spot, watching his cock disappear into that mouth and seeing that eye-smile teasing him as he watched, covering his mouth so he didn’t give them away.

He couldn’t breathe.

The climb was heaven.

The orgasm slammed into him and he clenched his jaw, squeezing his eyes shut, fuck, fuck, fuck, feeling his length jerk and shoot down her throat. The lack of oxygen bombarded him with thoughtless, unbridled bliss, this, fuck, why does this feel so good, his eyes rolling back, tipping his head back and hitting the wall, thrusting into her throat and hearing her choke slightly, swallowing quickly and shooting a bolt of near-pain up into his head that punctuated the high, leaving him teetering on the tightrope in a dangerous suspension.

She let him go and dragged his pants up, rubbing her throat.

“G… Go back…”

“S–”

She shot up and covered his mouth, shaking her head. Breathing hard, staring into his eyes.

He felt it, the something between them.

Dancing twin flames.

Slowly, she removed her hand, closing the distance between them.

He fell into it, the softness and the pressure and the insistence.

Euphoria.

“You know you can suck his dick in Korea, right?”

They both jumped.

The head of long black-hair tilted, dark brown orbs watching them like a cat who may or may not be silently judging. A smirk, open-mouthed and amused, looking from Jungkook to her.

“While I’m sure it’s incredibly fun for you,” Yoongi said quietly in his low voice. “Maybe control yourself at least in this room.”

Jungkook sputtered but she covered his mouth again. He realized she was smiling.

“I’ll think about it.”

She backed up and picked up her jacket, the short skirt flashing more ass than necessary.

Jungkook was about to move but Yoongi pushed him back against the wall, holding up two fingers and shaking his head, indicating him to wait two minutes before reappearing. Then his hyung followed after the flame.

“Uh huh,” Yoongi muttered as he fell in step behind her. “You act like I didn’t know what you were doing…”

“I tell you what I’m doing every day.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

She shrugged on the jacket, ticking her chin at Yoongi. “Keep a secret, okay?”

“Right, I can see how worried you are about it…”

They rounded the corner and left Jungkook alone, breathing hard in the semi-darkness, pants still unfastened, trying to push down his embarrassment.

“Where is – oh, hyung! Uh… what were you two doing?”

In unison.

“Nothing.”

“Kinda looks like something.”

“Well even if it was something, are either of us going to tell you? No.”

“Aww… but hyung, look, I found a song you produced on the list!”

“There’s no – whoa…”

Jungkook breathed out slowly as everyone was distracted. Rebuttoned his pants. Calmed himself back to normal. Smoothed out his shirt. What if…? He shut his eyes, telling his brain not to go there. Remembered her words. I’ll think about it. Yeah. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Yeah, because it was just for fun. A game. Meant nothing. Vacation from real life, and afterward just a distant memory of drunk fun times.

...

Fuck.

“Jungkook?”

He jumped. She stood in front of him, holding her phone.

“I… I left it on the ground,” she mumbled absentmindedly, awkwardly waving it about. “Are… Are you okay?”

“Uh…”

He swallowed, feeling a strange tightness in his chest.

“Yeah. I’m good.”

She tilted her head at him. Took a step back but then stopped. Shook her head.

“You’re not okay.”

Her voice was soft, delicate, a sharp contrast to everyone yelling on the other side of the wall.

“Y-You should go back,” he choked out, trying to keep his voice from cracking. “They’ll think–”

She chuckled dryly, cutting him off. “Yoongi will cover if anybody asks. And besides, I don’t care.” She searched his face, brows furrowing. “You’re not okay. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Nothing.

He stared at her, in her fluffy black jacket and two-piece set decorated with flames.

Tell her it’s nothing.

She waited, patiently, one in the darkness with him.

Or ask if she feels something for you.

“You…”

She took a step towards him, listening.

“You’ll suck my dick in Korea, right?” he blurted.

She blinked at him.

Wait.

That didn’t come out right.

The side of her lips lifted upward in exasperated mirth. “Uh… sure. I planned on it. I was actually going to suck you dick a couple more times in Vegas too, if the opportunity arose.”

A weight of relief. “Oh. That’s…”

I planned on it.

Jungkook felt his whole body burst into flames. Not literally. But it felt like that.

“You… planned?”

She nodded. “Yes. Because I like you. Otherwise, I wouldn’t try to kiss you. Or touch your dick. Or go to the trouble of buying condoms in a foreign country so I could ask you to put your dick in me.”

He gawked at her.

Moments passed.

There was a series of discombobulated yelps and thumps, someone screaming, "Namjoon, no!", followed by profuse apologizing and Hoseok's crazed laughing and recognizable clapping. Jungkook heard none of it.

His ears only registered the words, I like you, ringing in his ears over and over.

"Oi."

She raised her free hand and pointed at his face, startling him.

"What's with your eyes?"

He blinked, raising his hands and touching his cheeks. "W-What?"

"Your big peepers."

She snickered as if she had told a great joke, grinning wide, the little puffs under her eyes giving them a gentle curve, the delight reaching them too. There was just something about it.

“You look so funny when you’re surprised. It’s cute. I like it.”

He blinked rapidly, finding his mouth partially open and closing it. Swallowed, sputtering. “I… I like your eye-smile.”

She stopped laughing and gave him a confused look. “What?”

“Your cute eye-smile.”

She coughed. “I don’t have an eye-smile.”

He tilted his head. Now he was the puzzled one. “But… you do.”

She backed up, waving a hand. “Nah.” Turned slightly, covering part of her face. He caught the redness of her ears. “No. No, I don’t. Shut up. I’m going. I’ll see you later. I already booked for Tournament of Kings and I’m not missing it.” She pointed at him accusingly and Jungkook found himself smiling, grinning as she backed up carefully, stumbling into the wall and shaking herself vigorously, waving her hand around. “Don’t say anything. I’m leaving. Don’t look at me. Bye.”

And she ducked out, practically leaving a dust cloud in her haste.

Well.

It didn’t seem like what happened in Vegas was going to stay in Vegas, at least in this case.

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yoonia · 3 years

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white lies ● chapter x

➬ Subtitle | The truth about us

➬ Pairings | Kim Taehyung x reader (feat. Seokjin & female original character)

➬ Genre | Childhood/Best Friends!AU, Angst, Smut

➬ Summary | Growing up together, you had always thought that he would always be a part of your life forever, until he suddenly chose a different path, leaving you altogether in the shadows of your past. What happens when you finally decide to move on, to walk down your new path in life without him, while completely unaware of how it had been him who had been standing in the shadows, drowning in his own little secrets?

➥ Ratings & Warnings | 18+/Mature; this chapter contains mature theme/explicit smut, including: sexual tension, kissing, body worship, dirty talk, sensual contact, breast play, nipple play, fingering (female receiver), oral sex/cunnilingus, clit play, implied first time sex, unprotected sex, minor cum play, aftercare

➥ Word count | 4,6k words

➥ Main masterlist | ⤎ Previous Chapter | Chapter List | Epilogue ⇢

chapter x. always

Taehyung felt like he was dreaming, only to snap back into reality the moment he felt your mouth pressing against him, returning his kiss with as much fervour as the one he was giving you. He didn’t expect to find himself losing control almost immediately when the desire took over the second he tasted your lips, but he was relieved to find that you simply welcomed it instead of pushing him off of you.

His hands were trembling when he picked you up from the chair you had been sitting on. His arm found its way to snake around your waist as he guided you towards the bed. Throughout all of this, his kiss never once let up, as he needed to remain pressed against you just so he would know that this was real. His touches were still unsteady when he finally let you go, releasing you from his arms, though it was only to gently lay you down over the mattress.

You fell graciously onto the bed, lying on your back with your hair spread around your head. Your chest continued to rise and fall as you tried to control your breath, and he watched everything as he hovered on top of you, keeping himself propped on his elbows to keep his weight up. Your robe had fallen into a mess when you fell back, the sash around your waist was the only thing keeping it together while the top had slipped down your shoulders and the hem below simply fell on either side of your thighs.

Watching you up close like this only confirmed what he had seen while he was painting you earlier, that you were completely bare underneath the flimsy little thing covering your skin. A deep groan came out of his throat as he realised this, and the tightness in his pants returned with his cock hardening with vengeance.

Your eyes fell to his mouth just then and it snapped something inside him that he leaned down without a word, once again capturing your mouth in his with a deep kiss. The way his lips meshed together with yours felt so perfect that he was melting inside with a mixture of relief and desire. His tongue came out to join the mix, slipping out to have a lick and have you parting your lips for him. A moan came from you when your tongues danced together in your mouth. Then his teeth came grazing across your bottom lip, not enough to cause any pain but enough to draw a sharp gasp from you and have you writhing beneath him.

Your hips suddenly came up, pressing against his and brushing against his covered bulge. Taehyung’s body reacted at the same time as he rocked his hips down, only that he came to find your legs parting for him, exposing your bare center hiding underneath your robe.

He stopped moving right that moment, pulling away from the kiss to catch his breath. Though he kept his eyes on you, silently gauging at your expression to see if you were to push him away if he had gone too far. His heart seemed to skip a beat when your eyes flutter open. The fear of seeing disdain or anger in your eyes gnawed at him, though the only thing he felt was relief when you looked up to him with desire and love and another emotion that came out so strong he just wanted to wrap his arms around you and hide you from the world.

Before he could say anything, you reached up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him back down with your legs moving around his hips.

“Taehyung, I want you,” you whispered to him, surprising both of you with your words.

Biting his lips, Taehyung bucked his hips against yours before he nipped at your bottom lip. “Is that so? Do you truly want this?”

“Yes, of course,” you answered him with your soft voice, but it still wasn’t enough to convince Taehyung that you truly wanted to go further than this. Because he suddenly grew still, stopping all movements even while his body was entangled with yours, and he look deep into your eyes to find out if you were telling the truth.

“If we do this—” he said with his gaze so deep and intense as he looked at you, making sure that you could see his point when he added, “There is no going back. You know I won’t be able to.”

You were silent when you returned his gaze, and for a moment, he wasn’t completely sure what was going on inside your head. He watched your eyes fall on his lips before your eyes found his gaze again, and he could swear that you had knocked the air right out of his chest when you whispered, “I know.”

If you hadn't been quite sure before if you truly wanted to go this far so soon, you soon realised that it wasn’t truly the case when you felt his warmth radiating so close. And now, all you wanted was to feel him. You wanted his kisses to last, to feel his touch and have him run his fingers on your skin.

But most importantly, you wanted to feel his love. The true genuine love that you had felt coming from him for years despite always being kept constricted as he kept holding himself back.

Taehyung inched forward on the bed, leaning his long torso over you until his breath warmed your skin. His lips felt soft and sweet as they met yours again, sending tingles across your mouth as he kissed you. He cupped one of your cheeks with his large palm, his fingers resting gently just below your ear as he deepened the kiss with his lips parting yours so he could slide his tongue into your mouth, tasting you in and devouring the sound of your moans. It had felt so good that you simply relaxed to his touch, relieved to feel the awkward tension that had been present between you evaporating as your lips mould with one another.

The kiss lingered, and it continued softly and slowly for a long time before his hands trailed down your waist and found the sash tying your robe together. You could feel his fingers trembling as he gently pulled it loose, but you made no move to stop him, not even when he pulled back to look into your eyes, questioning you silently and giving you a chance to push him away.

Your stomach flipped as the robe slowly fell apart, though the feeling was filled more with excitement this time, instead of nerves. You laid back, letting him unravel you as if he was unwrapping a gift, and his burning gaze fell on your skin, igniting the flame rising in your belly as you laid there, completely exposed to his eyes, both your skin and your soul.

His fingertips brushed against your skin as he dragged the rest of the robe away from your body. Your body shuddered, both from the shivering cold breeze that had also caused your nipples to grow hard and also from his eyes that was kept locked on you, his gaze not so subtly running down your body, taking everything in. The need to hide from his gaze immediately grew stronger, though lying down beneath him like this made it hard for you to do so. As if he could read your thoughts, Taehyung leaned in and gently pecked your lips, drawing your attention back to him.

“There is no need to hide. You are beautiful,” he whispered to you as he lowered his face to the side of your neck and ran the tip of his nose up to your ear. He landed his gaze on your face before he took your lips in his again, kissing it gently for a moment until you grew lax beneath him. When he pulled his mouth away, a whine escaped from you. Though the sound was quickly replaced with a sigh when he didn’t go too far.

His lips remained attached to your skin, as his gentle kisses travelled down to the column of your throat, tracing every inch of skin until he finally reached your shoulder. He moved across your chest, slowly and carefully tracing his lips over the swell of your breasts before he came back up to find your lips again, ignoring the pulsing nipples that were craving for a touch. Your hands trailed up his chest as he straightened up against you, pulling at his shirt as you went, untucking it from the front and back of his pants. He pulled back from the kiss when he felt your shaking hands pulling at his buttons with your measly effort to take them off, only for him to grab onto his shirt and hastily pull it over his head, swiftly tossing it away from sight.

A lick of delicious heat came searing through you as your eyes took in his chest and abs. This was yet another part of him that was completely new to you. Completely mature and strong and manly, nothing like the lean young boy who had always walked beside you wherever you went. You couldn’t resist reaching up, pressing your fingertips on his bare chest to trace his warm skin and felt the lines on his abs. Then you leaned forward, kissing his chest gently, feeling the hard muscles tightening at the touch of your kiss.

Loving the way he tasted and felt under your lips, and the way his breath hitched with each kiss, you continued doing so, kissing across his chest and drinking him in, committing his form to memory the same way he had always done so with you since you were together.

His hand found your cheek as he took a long shuddering breath, pulling you back so he could look at you in the eyes before he came back down. He made a soft sound from deep within his chest as he kissed you again. His hands moved down your body, before taking both breasts in his palms, kneading the mounds gently as his thumbs flicked over the nipples that had become just as hard as pebbles even when they had been left neglected. A hiss escaped your lips as pleasure shot straight to your core, and your body jolted upward, your hips pushed up against the mattress as if each pulse that began to build up inside you was drawing you to him, wanting to feel him brushing against you and pushing his way inside.

“Taehyung—”

“Yes?”

“I—” you tried to speak, only to have his fingers that were circling around your buds distracting you that your words came out as nothing but a long moan.

“Do you want to stop?”

A strangled moan escaped from your lips before you could find your voice again, only when he stopped playing the tip of your breasts, drawing your chest to arch in fear that you would be losing his touch. “No, please. Don’t stop!”

He came back down and moved lower just then, with his lips skating across your collarbone, trailing feather-light kisses across your skin until he reached your delicate breasts. His tongue flicked over one hardened tip, eliciting a gasp out of you as he took one pebbled nub into his mouth and gave a light suck. His tongue circled around your nipple and your toes curled on the mattress. He took the chance to press you further into the mattress with his hard body, letting you feel his hardness that had formed everywhere. He moved to the other side to do the same thing, while his hands began to travel lower, and lower, until his grip found your thigh and he gently pried your legs open.

The bed dipped as he shifted his weight to position himself between your parted legs and his mouth returned to your breasts. You could feel the wetness pooling between your thighs which only seemed to have been accentuated with how he had your legs opened, allowing the cold breeze from the room to come brushing across your slick folds. There was also a constant pulse rising between your pussy walls that kept intensifying as he continued to suck your breasts into his hot mouth. Every swipe of his tongue across your nipple reinforced the feeling in your gut that was telling you how different everything would be once you would come out at the other end of this, and how wonderful it would be for the two of you to finally take that step forward. That the long wait and the battle that you had gone through to reach this point in your relationship had been worth it.

Taehyung continued to move, dragging his tongue down the underside of your breasts and placing open-mouthed kisses down your stomach. Your body must have tensed the moment he came further down and nearly reaching your lower mound when he suddenly lifted his head to ask, “Are you still okay?”

Breathless, and with your mind already turning into mush, all you could do was nod your head to answer him before he returned to your body, slipping down between your legs where his face soon disappeared from sight. It melted your heart how even in the middle of doing all these sinful things to you, he was still doing it in the classic Kim Taehyung fashion by taking his time with you, moving as gently as he could as if he was worshipping you while constantly making sure that you were doing alright in his care.

An electric spark came rushing through your body when his lips landed on your skin once more, tracing a path up and down your inner thighs until he stopped before he reached the center of your desire and moved to the other side. With a whine, you protested his teasing, making him chuckle against your skin as he refused to pull away before he was done with you. You could feel your muscles growing bunched and tensed beneath him as he continued to move his lips and tongue on your skin. Your thighs fell apart for him as you silently begged for more, needing him to touch you right where you were aching for release.

While his mouth finally made its way up towards your mound, he ran his fingertips down the underside of your thighs, resting just below your knees where he pushed your legs upwards, folding them up until you had your feet lying flat on the mattress. Your skin flushed when you realised just how exposed you were to him. That he was able to see your intimate parts, your slick folds now appeared right before his very eyes, pulsing harder with need under his gaze.

You tried to control your breath and pushed yourself up to see what he was doing, but your movement stilled as he lunged forward, his mouth finally landing right where you had needed him the most.

His tongue darted out to slip through your folds, moving up and down your slit in a way that was enough to send your head falling back to the pillows. Seeing your reaction drew out a deep grunt coming from him, then he proceeded to move his tongue in circles around your clit, taking his time there to prod and taste the swollen bud before he took it between his lips. Your back instantly arched upwards over the bed to the rush of pleasure and your fingers came down, threading through his hair just as a long, deep moan escaped your lips.

Your reaction and the pressure you were giving him at the back of his head seemed to urge him on. Keeping one hand on our thigh to hold your body still, he slid a finger into your pussy, sliding it through your wetness and pushing his way inside ever so slowly until his knuckles were buried between your pulsing walls.

Your breath hitched at the pressure of his fingers inside you and Taehyung immediately stopped when your hips stilled. He peered at your face with a concerned look in his eyes, wondering what he had done wrong. “What is it? Does that hurt?”

“Uhm, no—” you murmured softly before adjusting your hips until you were at the right angle and the discomfort faded when he started moving his fingers again. “There…that’s better.”

“Okay,” Taehyung whispered with a chuckle. He moved his fingers slightly while angling his wrist up to adjust himself to your new position before he began moving his fingers again, and he did so until your frown smoothened out, replaced with the ecstatic look that you would wear when you felt intense pleasure coiling deep inside. ”Just let me know if I’m doing it right. I just want to make you feel good.”

You didn’t have to see his face to know that he meant it, and it warmed your heart just how attentive and caring he was to you. Overwhelmed with emotions and all the sensations running through your body, the only thing you could do was nod, before incoherent words came spilling out of your mouth. “Oh, yes. This is nice. So good, Tae—” you tried to speak before your words faded into a moan as he thrust his fingers inside you, finding your sweet spot and pressing right against it.

The moment the rush of pleasure was back, rolling from within you, Taehyung dipped his head back down to stroke his tongue around your clit at the same time he moved his hand in a steady pace, in and out his fingers went until your muscles began to coil and tighten around him. He added another finger, and your hips began to move, matching his movements as he kept pumping his fingers into your pussy. A soft groan escaped from your lips when you began to tremble with the incoming release, but he didn’t let up, still working his mouth and tongue together with his fingers until your thighs were locked around his head, sending the sparks of your pleasure rising, and rising, until the moment it finally happened. Your orgasm came subtly at first, until he pushed his fingers into you right the moment your pussy clenched around him and you erupted like fireworks. The intense sparks of pleasure sent your legs kicking around him, your hips rising from the mattress, while your body shuddered with the waves of your climax.

By the time you came down from your high, Taehyung sat up, licking his fingers while watching you before he began peeling his pants down and started climbing his way up the bed. Your breath hitched as you saw him bare, his cock looked so big and stiff and so hard that it looked like it would hurt. Instead of fear, your body seemed to react with pure desire at the sight of it. The remaining spasms of your climax which was started to wane down suddenly started picking up, as your body instantly craved to have him buried deep inside your heat.

You were so entranced by his beauty and the way he was stroking his length that you almost came right there and then when he nuzzled his face on the side of your neck and pressed a kiss right below your ear. “I wasn’t planning on going this far, so I didn’t come prepared—” he whispered, looking terribly remorseful when he looked into your eyes. “I have no protection. I mean, you know. I don’t have any condom with me. So if you want to stop now—”

Reaching up with your trembling hands, you cupped his face and shook your head. “I don’t want to stop,” you whispered shyly. “I’ve been on the pills for as long as I can remember.”

His eyes darkened right then, while your heartbeat started pounding inside your chest. Were you going to do this? To have him raw and bare inside you the first time you were making love to him? But then you looked into his eyes, and your question simply faded when you found the answers there, looking back at you with love and trust. “I trust you,” you whispered to him while wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you.

Lining the crown of his cock right at your entrance, Taehyung leaned down to capture your lips with his. He pressed a hard and demanding kiss as he nudged his cock forward, drawing a soft moan from you which grew louder when he slowly pushed his way inside you, parting your pussy walls with the tip of his cock. He stopped for a brief moment when your hips stilled beneath him. The way your walls were clenching around him drew a low grunt that came rumbling from his chest, while your body shuddered at the tight fit of his cock inside you.

And he barely made his way in.

The moment you felt you were ready to take him in, you moved one hand down his body. Pressing your palm on the globe of his ass, you pulled him down, urging him to bury himself deeper inside you. With a low grunt, Taehyung released you from his kiss and his hand found your hips. He kept his eyes on you as he pulled back slightly, only to then push his way inside, entering you inch by inch until his entire length was almost buried between your walls.

The delightful way he was filling you up drew a soft cry out of your lips, but you refused to look away from him. And you kept your eyes on him still when you thrust your hips to meet his and his cock disappeared into you. A sigh of content came out of your lips when you were joined together, skin pressing against skin, your body heat radiating and entwining with his, while you were joined so perfectly together that you no longer knew where you ended and where he began.

And it felt so right.

It felt as if you had always belonged together like this and you never wanted it to change.

After a moment, he finally began to move. His grip was strong on your hips as he thrust his cock inside you, again and again, keeping his pace slow and steady until you were no longer tense and trembling beneath him. As you continued to move in tandem, with him sliding his cock in and out of you, pressing at the right places within your core, and your hips continued to meet each of his thrusts, the pleasure continued to rise, increasing rapidly that nothing was stopping you from suddenly reaching the precipice of your climax.

Not only did it feel so heavenly with his velvety cock sliding between your walls, but you also felt as if you were drowning completely in his intense gaze that never once wavered from you. It made you feel something else clicking in place as you continued your love making. The more you felt the pleasure rising, the stronger you felt the bond between you interlacing with each other, each broken piece of your soul coming back together with his love as its glue, while he also mended the broken threads that had once tied you together.

It almost felt like you were once again whole. As if you were meant to be together all along.

It all felt so overwhelming that you nearly cried, only that the sound you made came out as soft gasps and the unshed tears you had building at the corner of your lids were mixed with the tears of relief and pleasure that you no longer knew which emotion was taking over you.

Just then, he began to pick up his pace. His thrusts grew gradually faster and harder, and the world around you was left forgotten, all the pain that you had ever felt simply faded into the background. All you could feel was him—his love, the delightful sparks that came from each pound of his cock, the mix of pain and pleasure that had your body coming alive and singing for him as he kept on hitting the crown of his cock right at the sweet spot hidden in the depth of your core.

As your walls clenched tightly around him, he only fucked you harder, pushing you further to embrace your climax as he chased for his own. You reached between you to find your clit and press down, playing it with your fingers while he kept thrusting and pumping his cock into you, each pulse coming from your pussy walls only spurring him on. Then he gave his all as he thrust his cock hard into you, once, twice, hitting right where it was enough to trigger your orgasm until it came crashing down on you like a tidal wave. It came to you so strongly that it sent him to his own at the same time until he exploded inside you, his hips jerking roughly against your when he came.

“Taehyung—”

It barely registered to you that you had been calling for his name while you were being engulfed in the waves of your orgasm, until the sound of your gasping breaths began to make sense and you realised that you were crying out his name in your climax. Taehyung leaned down, pressing his lips at the nape of your neck while he kept on riding out the remaining spasms of your climax, thrusting slower until your legs trembled and his hips twitched. His body shuddered for one last time and a deep sigh of content escaped from him before he finally pulled out of you.

The void he left behind made you feel empty and incomplete. Even your muscles were protesting as they clenched into the emptiness, pumping the essence of his cum out of your pussy in their rage. Your body was still trembling, your fading orgasm still humming through your body when he pulled you to his side, his deep voice soothing you as he whispered to you sweet, loving words between the kisses he kept pressing on your face.

Exhaustion came rolling through your body the moment everything calmed down. You could barely keep your eyes open to see him leaving briefly to clean himself and returning to do the same to you as he reached down to wipe the mess spilling between your legs with a hot towel.

His lips found yours again once he returned to you and gathered you in his arms. His kisses were soft as he soothed you, though it didn’t stop him from nipping at your lips playfully when he caught you drifting to sleep. Neither of you made a move once you were wrapped together, when his warmth was making you comfortable enough even while you were lying between the tangled sheets.

You relished the sense of satiated peace that was settling in your bones as you leaned into him, enjoying the way he was tracing your jawline with the tip of his nose while his lips were ghosting over the nape of your neck.

“______?” he whispered to you softly and pulled back.

“Hmmm, yes?” you simply hummed against his chest, before opening your eyes when you felt him pressing a kiss on your temple.

There was tenderness and warmth in his eyes when he looked at you, then his voice came out low and sincere when he smiled and said, “I’m keeping you.”

A lazy smile came across your lips, and you let yourself drift into sleep in the comfort of his presence, though not before answering him with, “Good. You better.”

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raggaraddy · 3 years

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Can you please do a yandere hyung line reaction to MC being jealous and tries to hide it ( For jin could you please make it as his wife has come back for a short holiday or something)

A/N: My brain did not want to do the writing thing the last couple of days, but I got there. I think these stories are good? but somehow they all ended up a bit soft. I hope you like them though 🤞 because it was a great request! Thank you 💜💜💜

@blacksnow160

Summary: Hyung line reaction when you get jealous.

Trigger warning: Smut, violence, blood-drinking, murder, abuse, yandere themes.

Alpha! Namjoon

Normally you didn't consider yourself clingy. You enjoyed your personal space and your time alone. But at the same time, you've also become accustomed to Namjoon dropping everything to take care of you. This entire week though, he's been preoccupied with a territorial issue, and the last 3 nights he hasn't even come to bed.

Leaving you feeling a little discarded, to say the least.

Nevertheless, you're a mature adult, and you were able to let it go with the knowledge that Namjoon is an Alpha who has responsibilities and knowing that he would still rather be with you.

It is, however, a comfort that you have trouble holding on to whenever you see the new girl around him. It's not like you're jealous. It's just that she doesn't seem to know how to behave respectfully or appropriately around Namjoon. She always stands too close or looks at him a bit too much, and she's way too touchy. Only his elbow, arm, or shoulder. But it's like, get your fucking hands off him.

Rationally, you know Joon is your mate and you own his heart, mind, and body. Still, it doesn't stop you from tossing restlessly, laying in bed at 2 am, once again alone. The two things added together making you feeling sour. Feeling sick of being sent away while this other girl gets to stick around being way too familiar with your Boyfriend.

Coming downstairs in your pyjamas, you weave in among the wolves working your way to Namjoon. Standing at the dining table, looking over a mess of paper, he notices you right away a small smile lifting the corners of his mouth.

"Y/n, what are you doing up?"He asks, checking his watch.

There she is again, right next to him. Her hand casually coming off his shoulder when she sees you.

"It's late. Go back to bed, Beautiful." he coos.

You ignore his instruction. Wrapping to his side by pushing yourself between him and this girl, creating space for yourself with a not-so-subtle shoving of your elbow into her arm. Smiling up at him sweetly as he accepts your presence, hugging you tightly.

"We're going to be busy most of the night. You should go to bed." he leans down to whisper, his breath tickling your ear. He's trying not to draw the focus from the rest of the table into your personal discussion.

"I'll go up when you come with me." You whisper back.

"It's going to be a few more hours still baby." He sighs, seeming frustrated with the circumstances.

"Then I'm staying here."

"You shouldn't-"

"Don't argue with me Kim Namjoon. You're not going to win this one." While it's said in jest, you also mean it. He'll have to drag you upstairs to make you go. And if he steps foot in that bedroom, you both know you'll be able to make him stay.

"Oh really?" He challenges, fighting the smile growing on his face, not wanting to encourage your mischievous behaviour.

Grabbing the collar of his black tee, you pull him down to your height, smacking your lips against his. Kissing him passionately and longingly. Something you haven't been able to do for nearly a full week.

Letting his shirt go, his smile is fully grown. His dimples on display.

"Really." You finalize, looking up at him coquettishly.

You can see the struggle playing in his mind. He's extremely tempted to throw you over his shoulder and take you upstairs right now, his wolf fighting to shirk his responsibilities and give in to desire. His chest rumbling lowly as he winks down at you.

"Okay baby." his fingers dig into your hips, "If you're gonna play dirty, you can stay." He teases with a chuckle. Resisting the bait.

Feeling calmed and relaxed on the warmth of his hold again, a smug sense of pride fills your chest. From the corner of your eye, you can see her attention on the two of you. Your ego is not able to resist, and you shoot a cold pointed glare at her. A smirk creeping onto your face as she looks down, avoiding your eye line.

"Seeing as it's late, do you wanna make coffee for everyone?" You order her in the form of a question, speaking loudly enough for both her and Namjoon to hear your sassy, obvious tone.

She looks a little stunned. She'd just been promoted to the inner circle for this problem-solving session, and she doesn't seem pleased at being asked to perform menial tasks. Trying to go over your head, she looks at the Alpha for confirmation. But he doesn't give it to her. Instead, you can feel him nod, supporting your order. A full smile filling your face as you get his backing.

"Of course, Luna." she obeys, looking a little dejected.

"Thank you." you shoo her to action with a sing-song voice. Curling into Namjoons side, you can't help but feel authoritative. And a little bit victorious.

King! Seokjin

It had been nearly two weeks since you had seen Jin last. As frustrating as it was, you were genuinely missing him. There was a kind of energy he had when it was just the two of you. Something that filled you, and without him you were feeling like your own spirit was draining away.

It would be okay though, today Jin was coming back from visiting his wife and children. You're sure he missed you just as much as you missed him. That he was as excited to see you, as you were to see him. You were a little worried knowing that you would have to satisfy his sadism first, but you can tolerate it, thinking that at least you'll get to see his smile.

As the day is drawing to an end, you've finished all your tasks but you refuse to retire for the night, certain the King is going to call for you at any minute. Feeling a mix of excitement and relief when the staff manager comes to collect you.

Nearly skipping you rush to the dining hall, having been instructed to serve dinner to the King and his guest. Working with another maid to bring the meals from the kitchen.

Walking in, the smile you were trying to conceal disappears completely. Your stomach dropping. Jin's guest is the Princess. His wife.

You have to control your expression to hide your distress, feeling sick while serving him. His wife never comes down. She hasn't in a year and a half. Jin doesn't even really like her. It doesn't make sense why she's here.

With a curt bow, you remove the closh and place the plate down. Meeting the King's eye for a moment, you do your best to placify your appearance. Your efforts cracking when you see his lips pulling ever so slightly into a knowing smile.

He dismisses the other maid, but not you. Sending you to the waiting station by the wall. You're stuck watching over their conversation. Feeling more and more insecure as you look at the Princess's regality and beauty. Getting more frustrated as your mind runs rampant.

How long is she going to stay? It doesn't seem like they brought the Princes, so she has to go back soon. And what kind of mother leaves her children alone? It doesn't even matter that she's here, you know Jin likes you more. So what if she is really pretty, he can't hurt her like he can you. You make him happy. She's just a prop he was given to secure a treaty. He actually chose you.

Slowly, you're building yourself into a craze. Making yourself feel sad until the very end of the meal. Finally, their dinner date ends and he stands, kindly bowing to see her off. Leaving only you and him in the hall.

Relaxing back in his seat, he finishes the remainder of his drink.

"Y/n." Holding his empty glass to the side, he calls you over. You follow his gesture and top up his cup. Avoiding looking directly at him again. Pacing back to your place when he stops you.

"Come here." He grins, enjoying how uncomfortable you are. "You met my wife today." He pushes the difficult topic, again probing for your reaction.

Nodding softly, you're trying to not let your bitterness out. You know Jin doesn't like it when you pout.

"Are you jealous Princess?" He holds his hand out for you to take, leading you closer to him. Leaning back to create a space for you on his lap. Guiding you over him with your legs spread.

"No, your Majesty." You shake your head, your pause and hesitation giving away the truth.

Jin's gentle touch comes off your hand, his grip instead ripping back your hair, arching your back and nearly yanking you off of his lap. Biting back a shriek, you can't keep entirely quiet, whimpering as his fist curls tighter and closer to your scalp.

"Are you lying to me?" His mouth latches onto your shoulder, biting into your muscle vindictively. Unbridling that scream you had tried to smother.

"Yes. I'm sorry your Majesty!" you cry out, tears building in your eyes. "I'm jealous. I missed you. I want you-" all the truth is pouring out, but you hesitate worried you're being too bold, "all to myself."

His grip comes out of your hair. His hand instead raking down your chest, leaving painful red marks as each nail digs along the skin. Continuing lower, tearing the buttons on your dress. Yanking down your bra also, exposing your breasts. His other hand hikes the fabric up around your thighs, stopping on your waist, lowering your hips into him.

Pinching your nipple, he draws you closer until his lips are just off yours. Gasping through the initial pain, you can only whine and bite your lip to further keep quiet.

"Go on Princess. Prove to me why I should have missed you."

Assassin! Yoongi

Over the past couple of weeks, Yoongi would be gone for days at a time. Coming back in a strangely talkative and happy mood. You were as miserable and depressed as always, but his vigour was somehow revitalizing and comforting. It made him easier to deal with. It made him less moody. And it made your life easier. So to begin with you were very happy that he was happy.

That was until he mentioned a name in passing. A woman's name. Someone he was working with on a project.

As soon as you heard him talking positively about her, a pang of anxiety spiked through your stomach. From then on it rested in your gut, making you irritated, uncomfortable, and flustered every time you heard about or thought about her.

It was the strangest thing. You hated Yoongi, you're sure of it. But he was all you had. And hearing him talk about another woman, even though it sounded platonic, the adoration in his voice was hurting you in a way you never expected.

Slowly you had to work through this feeling on your own. You couldn't bear to let Yoongi know, not certain what he would do with the information that you were, in lack of a better word, jealous.

The more you heard about this woman, you knew you could never be as impressive as her. Every detail sounding equally terrifying and awe-inspiring. To be honest the specifics slipped your mind, as you were mostly wrapped up in self-pity when Yoongi spoke about her.

All you know is that you felt inferior, and you were craving, longing to feel that kind of importance to Yoongi, also. Resenting the fact that this other person was so easily able to bring joy and energy out of him.

Over the next couple of weeks, you spent every waking moment thinking about how to make Yoongi happy. Not just avoiding annoying him, like you usually did, but instead thinking about how to bring him genuine enjoyment.

One time you spent hours making him a meal. Making something you knew he would love. But, unfortunately, he only complained about the mess. He said he wasn't hungry and left you to throw the food away and clean up.

Another time, you had planned a full evening of activities. Movies, snacks, games that would help you get to know each other better, anything fun you could organize with your limited resources. Only, he wasn't in the mood to play, or talk. He only wanted one thing, and when he was done, he left you alone in your room, feeling used and a bit sore.

However, that gave you an idea. Maybe you could connect with him physically first. Then that might give you a way for something, anything more to develop.

This time, you set the house up with candles, music, wine, chocolate strawberries, everything you'd seen in movies. Waiting for him on the couch in something a little provocative. But, as soon as he comes in from the garage he looks more annoyed than impressed. Rolling his eyes, ordering you to your room.

By this stage it's late, you're tired, and you're losing your mind trying to make him happy. You were fighting so hard for his attention, and he was barely tolerating you. You aren't thinking clearly as you snap at him.

"Why?!" You yell, stomping your foot down. "I'm working so hard and you're just being an asshole!"

The words come out and you instantly regret them. His straight expression hardening.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." You rush to him, wrapping your arms around his chest trying to soothe any reaction. "Just tell me what I can do." You plead. Exasperated by so many failed attempts.

"That depends. What do you want?" He honestly questions, looking down at you.

You weren't exactly prepared to answer this question. You're not sure you really know.

"I'm your's right?" you say with big eyes, your voice coming out so softly, feeling embarrassed even though you're mimicking his words. "I get that I have to be yours. But then you have to be mine too." Your voice trembles.

Finally, it makes sense to Yoongi. Your change in demeanour, and in behaviour. Why you've been so needy. Why you've been trying to get his attention. He understands now. And that was most of what was annoying him. Not knowing why you were acting differently.

He steps out of your grasp, calling for you to follow him upstairs. You're not so nervous as you do. Surprisingly, the revelation has given Yoongi has a warm smile.

Falling back onto his bed, he taps the space beside him, inviting you to join him. You climb into the middle of the bed, resting in the place he set for you, his arm laid out under your head. He curls into you, gently wrapping his arm over your waist. Hugging you.

For the first time ever, he is showing you some kind of affection. For the first time, he's actually making a gesture of warmth and comfort. You couldn't even let yourself think that Yoongi could be capable of this. Having spent so many months isolated and alone. Even when you weren't locked up.

Hating yourself for not being stronger, you break into silent tears. Biting your thumb to stifle any sobs.

While reason is battling in your head, telling you that it's a bad idea to form any kind of emotional attachment to him, you don't want to listen to logic right now. Letting yourself cling to Yoongi and the desperately needed human connection.

Vampire! Hoseok

There was a delicate balance to your relationship with Hoseok. You couldn't exactly rely on his moods to be stable, but you could rely on his obsession with you. It was the only thing that kept you feeling secure. Feeling certain that when he bit you next he wouldn't let you bleed out. Or that when he hit you or cut you or hurt you, that he wasn't going to leave you to suffer in agony but would heal you. Because he wanted to keep you. You were his.

It was a twisted kind of reassurance. But it's what you had, so it's what you worked with.

You knew the source of his obsession. It was you as a person, sure. But you weren't kidding yourself. Mostly, his infatuation was with your blood. Hoseok wasn't specific about it, but you had overheard some of the other Vampires discussing you. Apparently, you smell delicious, and that's why he never lets you wander the house with any cuts. That's why you were locked away every 28 days. And that's why you were his only.

It didn't make sense to you, there was nothing different about you.

But somehow you'd fallen in and become the star of your very own YA horror story.

Whatever the cause though, you were aware that Hoseok's addiction to your blood was the reason that he kept you. Without that, he might simply kill you, or worse, he might throw you to one of the other bloodsuckers who look at you like a happy meal they want to fuck.

Which is probably why you were so defensive when you saw him biting another girl.

Sitting on the back terrace looking over the gated property, Hoseok and a few of his creations were sitting in the moonlight enjoying a drink. You'd come downstairs expecting to be his refill when you see him sinking his fangs into the arm of one of the human pets.

Frustration floods through your body, a new kind of anger making your hands shake. A malicious and honestly, not-all-together thought out idea springs into your head. You've never seen him drink from anyone else before, and you need to remind him that he should only want you.

Taking a serrated peeler from the bar at the side of the terrace, you hold it concealed in your palm, going up to the first Vampire leaning there.

"Are you thirsty?" you ask, speaking lowly. He, like all the others, know you're Hoseok's, and so he rightfully looks uncomfortable being near you. Stepping into his personal space, you raise your arm under his chin and run the sharp blade across the top of your forearm. His eyes immediately going black, his fangs bared. Unable to resist what you're offering.

Behind you, every single one of them turns their heads, smelling you the second blood gathers on your skin.

In a flash, Hoseok is between the two of you. Ripping his teeth into the guy's neck, tearing his throat out. Killing him in an instant.

Breathing heavily, he turns to you with blood washed down his front. His eyes murderous and cold.

Retaliating, you storm towards the human-pet and shove her with all of your might, pushing her down the stone tile steps onto the grass. Watching her tumble into a heap.

Those around you have gone dead quiet, none of them even daring to look directly at either of you.

"How dare you?" He seethes, stalking towards you. But you're not backing down. You know better than to retreat from him when he charges.

"How dare I?" you scream. "How dare you drink from that skank!" An enraged Hoseok is something all of his offspring know to fear. Steadily you can see them clearing the space around the two of you. Withdrawing from whatever this is leading to.

"You want to tell me who I can eat?!" He growls, his hand shooting around your neck, holding you but not choking you. "You're a blood bag that I keep as a toy!"

"If that's all, then I'll let all of them feed on me too."

His hand constricts, restricting your air. "I'll kill anyone that tries."

"Then," you gasp, your words coming out short. "only me." you pull your hair off your shoulder, turning your neck as far to the side as you can. Throwing his head back, he takes the invitation, sinking his fangs into your jugular, swallowing down mouthfuls of your blood.

Holding onto his shoulders, you jump up wrapping your legs around his waist, pushing yourself closer to his mouth. Hoseok's arms wrapping around your ass, keeping you up.

Pushed back by your momentum, he stumbles a few steps, dropping down onto the open sofa chair. You landing on his lap, straddling his thighs.

As more of your blood is drained, and you get lightheaded, the pain starts to slip and your body starts to float. A euphoric sensation, akin to being high consuming you.

You tangle your hands up into his hair tugging it, massaging his scalp. You've become so accustomed to him fucking you when he feeds from you, that whenever he bites you, you get turned on. Your body reacting out of instinct. Slowly grinding down, rocking your hips into him as you start to get him hard. The friction feeling good making you moan. Making you move faster with pleasure tingling through your core also.

"Hobi," you moan. Shivering, as his tongue runs up your wounds.

Your gentle whine catches his attention. A surprised expression on his face that shifts into a smile as he leans back to watch you. His focus on you making you feel slightly embarrassed, slowing your motions until they stop altogether.

Biting his tongue, your eyes meet for a moment before he kisses his blood into your mouth, the copper taste feeling soothing and familiar. Your body relaxing completely knowing you'll wake up healed.

"Mine." He whispers into your lips.

The blood loss pulls you into unconsciousness, your head dropping onto his shoulder. The euphoric feeling swallowing you up as you purr back. "Mine."

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whysojiminimnida · 3 years

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So tired of the stupidity and don't need to remain anonymous to say what I have to say...

Again people discussing the toxic scum who claim to be BTS fans. They are not fans. They are attention seeking sociopathic losers trying to validate their own existence.

It is not BTS job (or any artist’s job) to control their fans. It is the individual person’s responsibility to make good choices in how they interact on the internet and in public forums.

Tkkers are a whole breed of mentally unstable sociopathic dipshits. They also are not BTS fans. They exist to promulgate their deep-set fantasy world. Their sole purpose is to push their misinformation forward...sound familiar?

The troubling thing with these types of people is they sometimes can turn psychopathic (violent) and that is worrisome. But again, it is not BTS’s job to try to control these groups. It's no one's job, it is the individual who is spewing the hates job to control themselves.

From what I’ve seen some say, a majority of Tkkers are not based in Korea. And a majority communicate in English. That would indicate that perhaps none of the members are really exposed to much of it because they do not pay as much attention to the English comments during V Lives and such. One would hope.

And BTS’ global stature most likely ensures they have a social media team guiding them with their accounts...and read this carefully: GUIDING THE MANAGEMENT OF THEIR ACCOUNTS NOT CONTROLLING THEIR CONTENT. Guiding the MANAGEMENT meaning the set up, the privacy controls (ie: only having them follow each other and making comments only come from those they follow), the log-in authentication protocols...it is IMPERATIVE that these guys have rock solid secure lockdowns on their log-in credentials so I would guarantee they have social media people overlooking these things for them so they can be free to CREATE CONTENT AS THEY SEE FIT for their own accounts.

This team would also help shield them from the ever-present trolls, stalkers, and the afore-mentioned sociopathic losers.

AND ANOTHER THING....

Those people who disparage their company, HYBE, the company that BTS members own a stake in, are supremely ignorant when it comes to business. HYBE is not holding them back or making them follow a script or controlling anything. If you have bothered to do any research you would see that this company has nurtured BTS from the beginning when they were still boys and has evolved into a corporate culture that believes in providing as much support as possible to their artists and staff employees to make a HYBE a very highly regarded workplace in Korea.

This is a publicly traded global corporation that Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook own stock in. All decisions revolve around ways to MAKE MONEY. That’s the purpose...to make money. Not to hobble themselves or shoot themselves in the foot by holding BTS back in order to promote one of the other groups. That’s sheer stupidity thinking.

*takes a deep breath and steps down from the mic.

Did you see my bag?

I been saying my moots are the very best people and I don’t think that’s a difficult thing to see today. 😍 I love you! 😘

Seriously kids, curate the content you consume. You have block buttons and report buttons and make it go away powers. Use them on the toxic segments of faux fandom.

When I say I use my block button I am not joking. I use it liberally. I actually answer very few of my inbox asks. An alarming percentage of anons become invisible to me on the first or second look.

But that’s okay. Education is also important. New ARMY need to know these elements exist and they can be loud but you do have a mute button for them. BTS wants us to ENJOY them.

So do that. Enjoy them. Listen to the music. Dance. Wave your ARMY bomb if you got one. Love yourself. Tell Jungkook where to get decent dakgalbi. Have fun. That’s what they want for us. 💜💛💜

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jiminrings · 3 years

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LINCHBOX LOVERS FIRST KISS IM BEGGING

cold senior!y/n x stem major koo masterlist :D

jungkook’s never really had his first kiss and he might faint in nervousness

there’s something really important that jungkook’s nEVER said to you

he kinda thinks it’s a life or death scenario <3

the two of you are together now after all!! you know things about each other, that’s just how it is

you know that his oddly specific fear is having a spider crawl on him while he’s asleep and that he can’t read sheet music or a single note for the life of him!!! lol that’s why he’s in stem

jungkook knows that you like cracking your knuckles on your hand using the same hand, and that you’re actually SCARED if you even try to crack them with your opposite hand

one time jin caught you off-guard and cracked your knuckles all at the same time and you hate that too so you ended up crying to yoongi

the two of you will eventually know almost everything about each other in due time!!

but jungkook really really wants you to know right now

right now IS due time

yoongi’s out to pick up jin because he’s in another state that’s seven hours away!! it’s wholesome friendship but more or less begging with the promise of kim “mr. student affairs” seokjin

“i will coerce your physics teacher bc i’m buddies with him to give you an A+ this semester if you pick me up rn :-)”

.... hehe.......... along those lines.,.....,..,..

you tagged out when yoongi asked you to come with him because you wanted to spend some time with jungkook, and then yoongs flat-out pretended not to hear what you just said and then left

once again, tae does nOT know if he’s helping but!!! he tagged along with yoongi :D

atleast everyone now knows that yoongi’s safe because he definitely will not be sleepy with all of tae’s chattering

this is the first time you’ve invited jungkook over with absolutely no one else in the dorm

no seokjin who’s hovering and keeps teasing for the two of you to sit two rulers apart

no yoongi who insists on keeping all the lights turned on so there would be no funny business

in fact, there’s no funny business that’s happening

and that’s what jungkook wants to talk about!! that’s where he’s getting at!!

he knows you’re just respecting his space and his decisions!! that’s how considerate you are

even if jungkook hasn’t explicitly said anything about his experiences and lack thereof, jimin once told him that everything about him screams ahhckkk vIRGINNNNN!!!!!! so that’s perfectly embedded into his mind

after some thinking though, kook finally had the handle on himself to know that he’s ready — one first time at a time :-)

it’s the whole reason why jungkook didn’t think twice of coming over when you asked him to

and he’s using this time now to tell you what he hadn’t before

right now when the two of you are watching a movie and his head’s resting on the crook of your shoulder with your hand on his knee, to tell you that —

“i haven’t had my first kiss.”

jungkook blurts out and it’s not only him that’s a little taken-aback with the suddenness, feeling your head tilt to come look at him

“really?” your nose scrunches but there’s no judgement to your eyes to which jungkook is extremely thankful for, being extra observant of your reaction

he nods almost eagerly now that the weight’s gone from his chest, making you smile slightly

“that’s okay.”

you only hum in reply and guide jungkook’s head back to your shoulder, resuming on watching the movie with no worries in mind

there’s no worries but there are definitely a LOT of thoughts in ur mind,,,,

you’ve kinda expected it from the start but there’s nothing wrong about it!!!

the other entire reason you knew that jungkook’s never done anything was because jimin kept squawking ahckkckk VIRGINNNNNN!!!!

you can’t forget that time when jimin also needed to interview an athlete for his paper and he needed you specifically

the two of you were talking and jungkook’s approaching you with a skip in his step and your lunchbox and jimin just wanted to fuck with him a lil so he squawked it out loud

...... jungkook really insisted that it wasn’t true but he kNEW no one was buying it so that’s when he started plotting his revenge on jimin ://

just when he’s gonna get a little too deep into his thoughts on why you’re so nonchalant, you’re the one who catches him off-guard this time

“do you want to kiss me?”

he goes rigid and sits upright completely, head eagerly nodding

“o-of course.”

:-)

“oh. okay.”

..... what

........ he’s lost

jungkook’s a little confused because that’s it??? no additional remark?????

you’re just sitting on the couch like you have been for the past hour and that’s it!!! you’re back to watching your movie AS IF you haven’t asked him if he wants to kiss you!!!

what now

your eyes are just glued on the screen and he’s starting to think that love & other drugs is more interesting than him

jungkook visibly scowls and you can see him from your peripheral vision, resisting the urge to chuckle at his displeased face

“this is the part where you’re supposed to kiss me.”

his deadpanning is what breaks you, making your eyes tear away from the screen that’s rapidly losing your attention at this point

jungkook smiles meekly at your giggle, seeing you tilt your head to playfully taunt him

“oh so i’m kissing you? you’re not kissing me?”

hee-hee

“that’s my plan,” he says surely, putting his hand on top of yours before scooching much closer to you than he did before

“mhmm. sure.”

jungkook smiles in victory when you agree, drumming his fingers on your knee in anticipation

..... nothing’s happening

........ THERE YOU ARE AGAIN

your eyes are back on the tv but it’s obvious that you aren’t focused on the movie that’s playing, a playful glint more than evident

jungkook’s not annoyed but he’s definitely on his toes, jostling you by your arms to get your attention

“just kiss me! are you gonna make me beg at this point??” he frowns in waiting, quickly getting antsy with all your harmless teasing

“can you beg, jungkook?”

you ask dryly with the same playful air in your tone, the sudden return of the question to his court making him double-take

his eyes have considerably widened with what you just playfully and harmlessly asked him, cheeks pink with the teasing

“you’re so impatient. i was gonna kiss you anyway, y’know?”

jungkook shies away from your trained gaze on him but meets it intensely when he feels a weight on his lap

you’ve transferred seats from the couch to his lap, your bum placed on his thighs instead of his crotch so you would be able to give him some leeway with all of this being his first

if jungkook was flustered before then he’s probably burning now, eyes only focused on you that’s meant for him

he’s not quite sure what to do with his hands so he follows his split-second decision of putting them on your thighs since the rest of your legs are placed behind his back, seeing to it that he was already slouching on the couch in the first place

you smile in appreciation when he does, his once-awkward hands in your thighs now becoming natural with the reassurance

jungkook looks so gentle

he’s so delicate even when you’re all clothed in pajamas and you’re the one who’s sitting on his lap, so careful to the point that he doesn’t want to move to preserve the moment

you tangle your hand on his hair to card through it more smoothly, making him tense as he takes it as signal

“i-i close my eyes, right?”

he asks nervously to which you nod to understandingly, carding through his hair more to get him to relax a little bit

wait actually the mental image of jungkook being O_O when you kiss him almost makes you cackle out loud which is why you hide your face on his neck

oblivious to you trying to contain your laughter, jungkook’s gotten even mORE tense because your face is buried on his neck

-_-

^ that instead of of o_O !!! yeah much better

IT’S OKAY IT’S OKAY YOU’RE NOT LAUGHING NOW!!!

jungkook’s waiting for you to make the first move and he looks both flushed and pale at the same time, feeling apologetic for having made him that way

“let me kiss you first. you’ll have a feel for it once i do, okay?” you speak as soothingly as possible, making him nod in understanding so you’d know

“relax, baby. you just complement me,” your hands rub up and down his arms that are exposed since he’s wearing a shirt instead of a hoodie this time, trying to get him loose

“y-you’re really perfect and i love you.”

jungkook trips over his words but he means them nonetheless, mouth contorting both in confusion and amusement when you grin at him

god, jungkook’s so endearing :(((

“i meant complement the way i kiss and not compliment me, kook,” you chuckle and he sheepishly reddens at his misunderstanding, his mind being taken away from it when you kiss his cheek. “but that’s okay. i love you too.”

“it’s just me. relax.”

you scratch that special spot behind his ear that gets him to calm down and all pliable, having noticed it first when you hugged him for the first time and buried your head on his neck, rendering him mush in your arms right away

jungkook’s relaxed enough that he doesn’t feel like fainting when your face is this close to his, going a little cross-eyed with how lovestruck he is for you

and then you lean in.

jungkook almost pANICS but the way you hold him gets him to be soft instantly, the unnecessary worry in his mind melting away immediately

he practically croons in satisfaction when the taste of you hits his tongue and engulfs him fully, eyelids closing in pure ease with the delight he feels

you taste so sweet and perfect that jungkook finds himself chasing after your kiss, unconscious to the fact he’s really kissing you now

his head angles when you tilt yours and the taste of your lips hits him harder this time that he grunts before he moans inaudibly, melting even deeper when you tug his hair softly

jungkook’s looking for more that he scowlS (!!) when you pull away with an amused look on your face,

“you’re supposed to breathe, jungkook.”

“you’re kissing me and i don’t know how to breathe!!!! i literally don’t know if i can!!!”

he’s only noticing nOW that he wasn’t breathing before because of the way his chest rises and falls heavily, cheeks all hot and his neck flushing

“don’t they teach breathing and shit in stem?” you ask playfully that earns you a soft yet amused glare, a pout being sent your way. “try breathing, baby.”

you lean once more and this time it’s easier, taking it slow to get jungkook used to kissing AND breathing simultaneously

he’s easily overwhelmed with the taste of your lips and not to mention the fact that you’re seated on his lap!!!!!

the rhythmic caresses of your thumb on his cheek guides him to breathe, the fact that jungkook’s a quick learner now dawning on you

“good job, baby.”

jungkook’s grinning at the praise you give him, feeling as if those words aren’t the last that you’re gonna tell him

“now try kissing me.”

...

..... oh god there it is

jungkook looks nervous and calculating even, the overwhelment present in his gaze and he’s looking at your neck instead of your face

you’re just about to tell him it’s okay and climb off his lap when jungkook takes you off-guard and tugs you down, lips meeting yours wholly in eagerness that you lowly moan before you even know it

you’re tugging softly on his hair and it spurs him on to try and taste you even deeper, pulling on the front of your shirt to get you closer

this time, you feel like yOU’RE not breathing rip

“your lips are getting puffy.”

you point out to jungkook who has some sweat sticking to his forehead even if your dorm’s fully airconditioned

a frown goes in place of the same red and puffy lips that you’ve just pointed out, the sheer eagerness of jungkook shooting straight both to your ego and your heart

“they’re not puffy enough.”

jungkook looks blissfully fucked out and you’ve only kissed him now.

tonight’s only for his first time kissing and jungkook deems it insufficient that he’s only had the heart to kiss you tonight, soft and slow kisses on your jaw that render you surprised, kissing you by the line until you look at him fully

“kiss me more.”

it’s their first miscellaneous drabble!! as always, lmk what you think :D what do you want to see from the lunchbox lovers next? send them here <3

#stem koo #stem koo misc.#jungkook imagine #jungkook oneshot #jungkook oneshots #jungkook au #jungkook drabble #jungkook writing #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook fic #jungkook college au #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #jungkoook scenario

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jeonsjiddies · 3 years

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everything i wanted | ksj (m)

⏤ Pairing: Seokjin x reader ⏤ Genre: smut, fluff ⏤ Word Count: ~2k ⏤ Warnings: oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, breast play?

⏤ Summary: Your boyfriend, Seokjin, comforts you and reminds you that you are, and will always be, enough.

Sitting on the couch in the center of your living room, a thick duvet wrapped around your body, mindless chatter on the TV, and tears slowly streaming down your cheeks, that was how Seokjin found you when he came home. You hadn’t even noticed the quiet click of the lock when he’d opened and shut the door or the rustle of his jacket as he removed it and hung it on the rack. You were too lost in your own little world, too consumed by your emotions to pay attention to your surroundings.

“Baby?” Seokjin had asked cautiously after you hadn’t greeted him.

You jumped slightly, turning to look at your boyfriend, attempting to swipe the tears from your face in an effort to hide the fact that you were crying, but he knew. Seokjin always knew. He could read you like an open book, and most days you were thankful for that, but today you wanted to hide in your blanket burrito and be invisible.

“Oh, hey, is it that late already? Sorry I haven’t started dinner-” you began with a nervous chuckle but Seokjin shook his head, sitting beside you and rubbing your back soothingly.

“Don’t fret over that, my love. I can cook, or we can order, it doesn’t matter. Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong?”

“I’m fine, I just think I need a nap,” you lied, kissing his cheek and disappearing into your bedroom.

Jin watched you go, wanting to give you your space and not smother you, but he knew how you were, how you shut yourself off and hid away when you needed someone the most. He sighed, standing up and tidying up a few things around the house, periodically looking towards your closed bedroom door, trying to ignore the way his heart tugged with the need to comfort you.

About a half an hour went by and Jin had cleaned up the apartment, making sure there wasn’t anything you had to do later so you could relax before he tentatively made his way to the bedroom, knocking quietly before letting himself in, silently slotting himself between you and the wall, gently running his fingertips up and down your arm.

“I know you came here to be alone, but I’m not going to let you feel alone. If you want space, that’s fine, I’ll respect that. But I don’t want you to think that I’m not here for you. I love you. If you want to talk about it, I’ll listen.”

You sighed, gulping loudly in a futile attempt to swallow down the tears that were building with Seokjin’s soft gaze landing on you, his gentle touches on your back, his comforting scent. You turned to face him and Jin guided your body to lean into his chest and you melted into his embrace for a moment, your bottom lip trembling before you hid your face in his shirt, your entire body quaking as your tears sprung free once more.

“I’m just so tired, Jinnie…” you sighed, barely audible as you mumbled into the crumpled fabric of his shirt, “I hate my job so much, my boss is such a misogynistic asshole.”

“Why don’t you try to find something else?”

“I have been, but I’m not getting anywhere. The job market is terrible right now, or maybe I really am just a dumb little girl,” you sighed, quoting one of the many things your boss had screamed in your face earlier in the day.

“Oh baby, you know that’s not true,” Jin soothed.

“Then why won’t anyone else hire me? Why does my boss hate me so much?”

“Your boss is just a jerk, and like you said, the job market isn’t great right now,” Seokjin said softly, lifting you from his chest to look into your eyes, making sure his next words sunk in, “there is nothing wrong with you. You are just as smart and capable as any male in that office, probably more so.”

“It really feels like there’s something wrong with me when my boss and all his little brown nosers keep putting me down. It just hurts, Jinnie.”

“As long as I’m here no one can hurt you. If I could change the way that you see yourself, you wouldn’t wonder why dear they don’t deserve you.”

“Thank you, Jin. I love you. I’m sorry I’m such a mess lately,” you sighed into his chest.

“You’re not a mess, you’re a human. I love you too. How about we order something from that new pizza place you like?”

"Mmm.. I think I'll keep you," you grinned, snuggling closer to his comforting scent.

“I certainly hope so, ‘cause it’s going to be hard to get rid of me now,” he chuckled, ordering your usual on the app while stroking your hair out of your face with his free hand.

You chuckled, letting his soothing motions calm your frazzled nerves until the pizza came, and Jin went to go get it, bringing it back to your bed and the two of you sitting up, your head on his shoulder as you ate and joked around, smearing pizza sauce across his cheek then leaning in to lick it off, causing Seokjin to fake-gag.

After you’d both eaten and you’d calmed down, wrapped up in the blankets with Seokjin absentmindedly running his fingers up and down your arm, you glanced up at him, your heart expanding as you watched his slow, deep breaths, his eyelashes fluttering on his cheeks, and listened to the soft melody he was humming.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m glad you’re mine,” you whispered into the crook of his neck.

“Oh baby girl, you deserve the world and more. I’m so glad you’re mine too.”

You smiled shyly, biting your lip and Seokjin raised an eyebrow at you questioningly. You looked away quickly, sitting up and wiggling out of his grasp to climb on top of him, straddling his thighs and wrapping your arms around his neck. His brows quirked in interest as his hands instinctively found purchase on your hips.

“How about I show you just how much I appreciate you?” you purred playfully, one hand reaching up to run your fingers through his hair and gently nudge his head back to give you more room to kiss on his thick, delicious neck.

“Mmm.. I like the sound of that.”

You smirked against his neck, sliding your hands underneath his shirt and lifting yourself to fling it off of him, then continued to kiss down his golden chest, your tongue circling his sensitive nipples on your journey, causing a soft hiss to escape from his plump lips. Each new patch of skin you got your mouth on was decorated with your red and purple marks of appreciation, Seokjin making delicious, desperate noises below you the closer you got to his ever-hardening length.

You unbuckled his belt, shooting a seductive glance up at your boyfriend who already looked fucked out. You smiled to yourself before flicking the belt open and ridding your boyfriend of any more fabric that would deny you access to pleasing him.

You ran your tongue teasingly up the underside of his shaft before wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock, earning a pained groan when you sunk down, taking him as far as you could until his tip hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck baby. I’m not gonna last if you do that,” he warned breathlessly.

You hummed against his cock, the vibrations making his hips buck slightly, but that didn’t stop you, you kept bobbing your head up and down and using your hands to massage what you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

“Ugh you look so pretty with your lips wrapped around my cock, you know that? Shit-“

You watched eagerly, drinking in the sight of Seokjin losing himself from your ministrations, head thrown back in pleasure, a sheen of sweat coating his golden skin, making him shine under the bedroom lights. He glanced down and met your eyes, his hand reaching down to hold yours, fingers interlocking.

You squeezed his hand, gazing up into his eyes, and he watched you with love swimming in his, until his abdomen clenched and he croaked out a needy “close,” to which you hummed in response, sending Seokjin off the edge, his warm seed spilling down your throat. You drank it up and swallowed all of it, licking your lips seductively once you lifted your head, his member leaving your lips with an audible pop.

Seokjin laid there, breathing ragged, and made a grabbing motion for you, pulling you into his chest and kissing all over your face affectionately.

“You get better at that every time.”

You giggled, hiding your face in the crook of his neck and absentmindedly grinding your hips against his for a little bit of friction, having grown wet at the sound of your boyfriend falling apart for you.

“Mmm.. is my baby feeling needy?” he teased, his long fingers dancing down your stomach.

“Can you blame me? You look so fucking hot when you cum.”

“Mmmm.. so are you. I’d love to see it now,” he grinned deviously before climbing over you, slotting his body between your parted thighs, his already semi-hard cock pressing against your mound.

“Ready for round two already?” You raised an eyebrow with a smirk, to which Seokjin just shrugged.

“I can’t seem to get enough of you.”

He rolled his hips into yours, emphasizing his statement with proof of his steadily-hardening length against your skin before capturing your lips in a heated kiss, one hand snaking up your side to knead at your breast, gently twisting and pulling them before reaching for the hem of your shirt, tugging it off your body and you exposing your breasts to the cool air. Your nipples hardened even more and Seokjin wrapped his thick lips around them, sucking and rubbing his tongue over the sensitive nubs.

“Mmm.. Jinnie just like that,” you encouraged breathlessly, “always so good with your mouth.”

“Oh baby what I wouldn’t give to show you what my mouth could do to you, but I really want to make love to you right now. Rain check?”

“Of course, we have forever baby.”

Jin smiled down at you like you hung the stars in the sky( leaving a gentle peck on your nose before tugging your bottoms off along with your panties, tossing them aside and slipping one long finger through your folds.

“You’re dropping. You think you’re ready?”

“Always ready for you, Mr. Kim.”

Your boyfriend smirked at the name, one eyebrow raising in interest. You blew him a kiss and he rolled his eyes playfully before lining his member up with your pussy, slowly pushing in until he was buried to the hilt inside your right, wet heat.

“How do you still feel so tight every time?”

“How do you still feel so damn big every time?”

He just smirked at you, pressing a soft kiss to your swollen lips as he began to move his hips, slowly thrusting in and out of you. You tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging gently to ground yourself and Jin began to speed up the movement of his hips, his soft slow thrusts turning faster, harder, more desperate. He leaned down to nibble on your ear, allowing his hot breath to ghost across it as he whispered.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too, so so much.”

It didn’t take long for you to reach your impending high, not with Seokjin knowing your body like the back of his hand, his expert thrusts and kisses and wandering hands bringing you to the edge of bliss in no time.

“I’m gonna-“ you croaked out, but didn’t get the chance to finish.

One harsh thrust from Seokjin paired with the enthusiastic sucking of your nipple sent you over the edge, your orgasm nearly consuming you. Seokjin worked you through your high, and soon after came himself, his warm seed filling your bettered hole.

You both watched in fascination when he pulled out, the thick cum leaking out of your pussy and onto your thighs. Jin quickly grabbed a damp washcloth and cleaned you up, gently rubbing the cloth through your folds to wipe away the mess he’d made from your delicate skin before tossing it in the hamper and climbing into bed beside you.

Snuggled up to your boyfriends naked, slightly sweaty body, you felt more at peace than you had in ages. You were satiated in every way possible and you knew the only person who could fill you up in every sense of the word was Seokjin.

“I love you, Jin. Thank you for always being there. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

“I love you too, baby.”

#bts #bts smut #kim seokjin #seokjin #seokjin smut #jin smut #kim seokjin smut #established relationship #milestone celebration

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thirstybtsthoughts · 3 years

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Decadence

Written by Coconut

Synopsis – You (Namjoon as the reader), thought this would be a regular fansign, like all the previous ones. Until, a very sweet smelling Army appeared, who knew just the right way to get under your skin

Warnings – absolute filth; dirty language; some degradation; dom!Joon; spanking; biting; mentions of blood; choking; oral sex; vaginal sex; creampie; unprotected sex (use protection guys… even with Joonie!!)

Disclaimer – this is a work of FICTION! I’m in no way claiming that Namjoon would act/think that way irl. This is just MY personal fantasy.

Enjoy!

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You tried to resist. You’re Kim Namjoon, the leader of BTS and she’s an Army. Teasing and flirting was okay but that’s where you should draw the line, right? You need to be an example and a responsible leader. Or… or you could just be a regular boy for once – just a 26 year old boy from Korea, consumed with desire for a girl who feels just the same for you.

You knew she’s trouble the moment your eyes landed on her in the crowd. She was exactly your type, and judging by the way she was looking at you – you were her type too. You payed attention to her as discretely as you could and she definitely did not look at the other members the same way. When she stood in front of you, you swore the sparks between you could start a fire big enough to burn the entire venue down. The sweet smile on her lips did nothing to hide the mischievousness in her eyes. She looked at you like she wanted to eat you up. This was not new to you. Not to brag but plenty of Armys have looked at you that way since debut, but only a handful of times did you feel the same way about them.

So you didn’t expect to feel that way today. But there you were, the smell of her sugary sweet plum perfume still lingering in your nose even after she moved down the line. Of course she’d wear that perfume.. she’s an Army, she knows your weakness for sweet things. It made your head spin. But there’s an hour left of the fansign and you have to pull yourself together.

Easier said than done. You’re embarrassed to admit but you barely remember anyone that stood in front of you after her.

It was the 7th anniversary of your debut and after the event there was a party. At random, several fans attending the fansign were selected to attend the after party as well. For over an hour you stood there hoping that she was one of the Armys to come to the party. You thought of sending a signal to a staff member to make sure, but so many eyes were following your every move, you didn’t want to risk making a scene or attracting the other fans’ attention onto her. You have to thank Seokjin, who, sitting to your right, saw everything and as the perfect wingman found a way to tell the staff to invite her to the party.

And there she was. You chatted for a bit, flirted some more. But you had to mingle with the other guests too, make a toast etc. Yet your eyes were searching for her the whole time. Your heart was beating as if you’re about to commit a crime. You approached her and slipped the spare key card to your room in her hand.

“15 minutes” you whispered in her ear

You swear those 15 minutes felt like years but you finally managed to sneak out of the party and made a beeline for your room. Opening the door, you saw her there, waiting, sitting on the edge the king-sized bed, head turning towards you as soon as she heard you.

As you approached her, she quietly stood up. The look in her eyes told you everything you needed to know. Not wanting to waste another second so you kissed her and she kissed you back. It started a bit slow but pretty quickly you were kissing passionately, hungry for each other’s taste. She tasted sweet, as sweet as she smelled; sweetness that perfectly mixed with the spiciness of the expensive whiskey on your tongue. The way she leaned on you and softly moaned into the kiss showed you that she was enjoying it too.

Responsibilities be damned. You wanted her. And she wanted you. You slid your hand down her back and gave her ass a hard squeeze, causing her to half moan half yelp in surprise which in turn made you giggle. You had to ask if she’s okay with what you were doing and if she’s sure she wanted you to continue.

“Yes.. Please do” she breathed gently, soft blush appearing on her cheeks

And you did. You let your hands explore every inch of her body, her scent, more intoxicating than any alcohol you’ve ever tasted, and her skin - the softest you’ve ever touched. It woke up some animalistic side in you that wanted to leave marks all over her. You wanted to make her yours.

Unzipping her dress, it easily fell on the floor, followed by your own shirt and pants.

A soft moan escaped your lips when she moved her mouth to your neck, hand tracing over your chest and stomach down to your dick, palming it through your briefs. Her lips followed the path of her hand, slowly making her way down. If you didn’t have any self-control just the sight of her on her knees in front of you, in her matching white lace underwear could have made you cum.

“What do you want baby?” you knew the answer but you wanted to hear it

“I wanna taste you. I want your dick in my mouth” she said, as she teasingly ran her fingernails up and down your thighs.

“It’s all yours baby” you nodded and she slowly tugged your brief down to the floor exposing your already hard dick. You head fell back as she traced the underside of your dick with her tongue before wrapping her mouth around the tip and slowly bobbing her head up and down taking in more and more with each bob. You just about lost it when you felt the vibration of her moan around you. She loved it just as much as you did. You buried your hands in her hair guiding her further down.

“Fuck” you breathed. This girl was so willing to please you, so ready to take every inch of you down her throat, so determined to push past her gag reflex it was actually impressive and extremely sexy.

“There you go baby, that’s it” you said, as you wiped the tear that rolled down her face when she finally took you all in.

You pulled out, letting her take a sharp breath which made her cough a bit but she recovered quickly

“Stick your tongue out for me.” Her tongue was out before you even finished the sentence. Her eagerness made you chuckle as you slapped your dick on her tongue a few times before pushing into her mouth again. She teasingly rolled her tongue over the tip, getting ready to take you down her throat again. She looked so fucking good with your dick in her mouth you couldn’t help but thrust forward, the pleading expression on her face letting you know she wants it too

“Do you like it when I fuck your face like this baby?”

She hummed in agreement, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine.

“Such a filthy little mouth… I swear I would cum in there baby. But not yet. Stand up” you order as you pull out.

Wiping the tears off her rosy cheeks and the saliva from her chin, you pull her in for a deep kiss. You gently led her back to the bed and climbed on top of her without breaking the kiss. You nibbled on her lower lip, then her chin, then moved to her neck making sure to suck and bite extra hard and mark your new territory. Once that was done you did the same to her collarbones and kept moving down. You ripped the delicate bra off of her and squeezed one of her boobs making her gasp and moan beneath you as your kept working on leaving marks all over your Army, that won’t disappear for at least a week. Your hand travelled down, gently spreading her legs apart, finding her panties completely soaked and stuck to her pretty pussy.

“Is that all for me? I’ve barely touched you yet“ you ask as you trace the wet patch with a finger.

“Yes, yes, it’s all for you. Because of you. Ever since the fansign” she whines softly

“Cute” you teased “I hope you’ve brought a spare pair of panties”

It made you wonder though, how many Armys stood in front of you that day with their panties soaked just because you were so close to them?

It was your turn to get a taste as you kneeled between her legs. You didn’t have much patience left for teasing but you couldn’t help but leave a few bite marks up and down her thighs before planting a few kisses over the soaked panties making her buck forward craving more friction.

“Mhmm.. Joonie….More” her moans were hot but hearing her moan your name was, oh, so much hotter. You slid her panties off of her, throwing them somewhere behind you determined to make her moan your name again and again until she screams it. You spread her folds with your fingers coating them in her wetness before lifting them up to your lips and sucking on them.

“You’re so sweet baby” you groan from between her legs as you tease her entrance with two fingers, slowly pushing them in

“Joonie.. mmph..Please..” she bucked forward again desperate for your touch.

“ I’m here baby” pulling back, teasing her entrance with your fingers you traced a line with your tongue from her opening to her clit, wrapping your lips around it, tongue flicking up and down lapping up all the sweet nectar your Army had to offer. Her pussy was drenched; your fingers entering with ease making her moan and tug on your hair. She was panting and squirming beneath you as you kept working with your mouth and fingers, sending her quickly over the edge.

“Joonie.. ah I’m co- oh .. I’m CoMiiing.. JOoON!” She screamed as she tugged your head harder into her pussy, cumming on your tongue.

Once she calmed down, you stood up over her enjoying the view.

“Beautiful. Look at yourself. So wet and ready for me. I can’t wait to stretch this pretty little pussy with my dick. Isn’t that what you want?”

“Yes, Joon, Please stretch my pussy, please” she pleaded with a pout you could not resist

“Army’s wishes are my command, baby”

You leaned over her, adjusting the tip of your dick on her entrance and without hesitation you thrust harshly into her making her take you all in.

“Oh fuck, Joon.. You’re so big” she gasped

“Ah, shit” your grunt following her gasp “Your pussy’s so fucking tight baby. Damn, you feel so good”

You pin her hands above her head by the wrists and start to move in and out of her in slow but hard thrusts, bottoming out every time.

The little whines that come out of her red lips were driving you mad. Without changing the pace of your thrusts, you lean down for a kiss and nearly forgot to breathe when she swiped her tongue along your lower lip quickly following up with a teasing bite. The little devilish smile on her face told you she knew she was driving you just as crazy as you drove her. You pulled away and grabbed the underside of her legs, behind her knees and pushed them towards her body as far down as you could, effectively folding her in half, her needy pussy on full display for you. Without a second thought you wrapped a hand around her throat lightly squeezing it as you start to roughly pump in and out of her

“You just can’t stop teasing huh? You can’t help yourself. I saw all the lewd winks you send my way at the fansign, in front of everyone. How shamelessly you leaned over the table to get closer. Is this what you wanted? Am I close enough now?”

“Ah, fuck,” gripping on to the sheets she whined between small gasps “yes, Joon, this.. is ..exactly what I wanted. Please, keep giving it to me, please, please keep fucking me just like that”

“You’re so cute when you beg, baby”

“Oh my God, your dick feels so good, Joon” She was close, you could feel her clenching around you; you could see the hazed look on her face as her legs were starting to shake, so you kept up your relentless pace sending her over the edge yet again.

You didn’t do this often. Hooking up with fans was risky. But the handful of times you did do it, you made sure you fucked your Army completely stupid. And tonight would not be an exception. Only the best for your fans.

As she was coming gown from her high you pulled out and gently helped her sit on the edge of the bed. She looked up at you, drowsily, eyes hazy with lust.

“Get on your knees, on the bed. I’m not done with you yet”

She followed your instructions immediately. Her willingness to submit to you excited you to no end.

There she was, your Army, bending down on the bed, her back arched, ass up, gently swaying it left and right, ready to take whatever you were willing to give her.

You positioned yourself between her legs and landed a harsh slap on her perfect ass.

“Joonie.. I like it. Hit me harder” she cried out in pleasure, earning another much harder slap from you. Her sweet little cries were like music to your ears. Her hips bucked backwards desperate for you. You dug your hands into the soft flesh, holding it in place.

“What a greedy Army you turned out to be.” You growled “You can’t even last a minute without my dick in your desperate little cunt, can you”

You grabbed one of the pillows and put it beneath her hips, knowing full well she wouldn’t be able to stay on her knees for long once you begin. You aligned your dick with her dripping core and immediately started slamming into her at a brutal pace.

“Such a little slut for me aren’t’ you?” *slap* “ Your cunt is taking me so well baby” *slap* *slap* “ Just like that.. My good Army” *slap*

Her ass was red with your palm prints. Desperate mewls, low grunts and an array of filthy noises filled the room.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, please Joonie…“

And you didn’t. You kept pounding into her at a steady ruthless pace; following her even after you felt her tremble and collapse forward on the bed. She was now lying on her stomach, ass, slightly raised by the pillow beneath her, with you on top of her, fucking her senseless into the mattress. You felt the familiar spasms in her pussy as she screamed, cuming for the third time.

But you did not stop. You kept pounding into her over and over again, trying to reach your own peak

“How is your cunt still so fucking tight baby?” you grunted into her neck right before you bit into it, making her moan and lean her head back into you.

“You, like that huh? You want me to do it again? I’ll bite till I see blood” you warned, but all she did was hum and nod, giving you permission.

As if she’d ever deny you anything.

At that moment you realized you didn’t have to make her yours – she already was.

And you bite, till a small drop with a sweet metallic taste rolls on your tongue, spreading a fire inside of you, you could barely contain.

“Cum in me, Joonie… Cum for me” she pleaded

“Yeah? You want me to stuff that pretty little cunt of yours with my cum?” You were so close.

“Yeah, Joonie. I want you to full me up, I wanna be your cumslut” she whines beneath you.

“Whose cumslut, baby?”

“Yours.. “

“Whose?” you sternly ask again, thrusts not ceasing even for a second

“Nam- joon’s.. I wanna be KIM NAMJOON’S CUMSLUT..” she screamed. Utterly wrecked, she clenched her walls around you once more

And that’s all it took.

“Shit, shit.. uugh.. Just like that baby, milk every last drop of me into your needy cunt” Your body tensed up, releasing all the build-up tension into her.

You let out a low, rough grunt as you slipped out and collapsed on the bed next to her, relief washing over you; both of your bodies covered in drops of sweat, strands of hair sticking to your foreheads.

“That was.. amazing..” she hummed, a satisfied smile on her lips, eyes barely focusing

“Yeah, it was” You agreed, as you gently touched the red skin surrounding the bite mark you just left on her neck “Are you okay, baby? Did I hurt you?”

“I’m okay, just exhausted” she smiled at you “Wait, Joon? Shit, you said you wanted to cum in my mouth didn’t you?” She suddenly remembered your promise from earlier

“We’ll have to leave that for breakfast, baby” you said sleepily as you wrapped your arms around her, burying your face into her hair, letting the sweet plum scent in her locks lull you to sleep.

FIN

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GIRL THIS WAS SO HOT OMG

I loved it 🥵🥵🥵🥵

For most of the way through all I could think was damnnn, she’s one lucky af army 😂😂

The part where she was moaning his name and he says “I’m here baby” ajnjfblqjefb I WAS A PUDDLE ISTG, I can hear it coming from his mouth so clearly and mann that did it for me 💦💦💦💦

Your writing is wonderful! Thank you so much for sharing!

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#submissions #coconut anon #🥥#🥥 anon #namjoon fic #namjoon thirst #written by others #submission #decadence

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youarejesting · 3 years

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Wash out.17

Banner: this banner is made by the lovely @purpleskies1999 Pairings: Dolphintrainer!Taehyung x SharkDiver!Jin, Mer!Jimin x Reader, Scientist!Namjoon x MerKing!Jungkook, Mer!Yoongi x Mer!Hoseok. Words: 2.2k Genre: Mystery, Romance, Comedy, Drama, Fantasy, little bit of Action, Slice of life, Enemies2Lovers, Friends2lovers, Social media au, Fake Texts, Fake Subs.

Summary: Taehyung and his best friend Y/N are Dolphin trainers at Wash Out; Marine Wildlife and Theme Park. When the nerdy marine biologist and resident veterinarian Doctor Kim Namjoon goes missing; the two friends form a ragtag team with Taehyung’s rival Seokjin and a…. Fish?

Taehyung thought this was the most stupid and wreckless thing you had ever done and he was an idiot to be apart of this. But that’s what friends are for, right?

Jin was in position in his car one stop away from the amusement park, which meant the two of you had to sneak a five foot seven mermaid out through the crowds. Without exposing his tail and then getting him onto the bus and then into Seokjin’s car. This was like some weird video game but there were no save points or second chances.

It took a few trial runs without Jimin before you came up with your plan. You both had a total of 42 min to cross an entire park, your route had to include ramps as you would be using the lost and found wheelchair. The stakes were high if this went wrong, the two of you and Jimin were going to be in deep trouble.

After Taehyung’s first show with the dolphins he came to the warehouse for ‘lunch’ where the two of you used the sling to get Jimin out of the tank. You were lowering him into the wheelchair while Taehyung guided him into the seat.

Draping a blanket over his tail, you made sure it was fully covered completely around, not wanting anyone to catch sight of his fishy appendages. “How long till you dry out?” Taehyung asked bluntly pulling a shirt over Jimin’s head and a Hat with the amusement park name on the front.

“Uh, about ten minutes.” he said,

“Alright let’s go, tell us if you feel uncomfortable at all Jimin.” You nodded at Taehyung who began pushing the wheelchair.

You moved along the path, watching Jimin look around in a mix of alarm and excitement. He seemed to frown at the heat and brightness from the sun.

“I’m getting kind of dry,” Jimin muttered shifting in his seat, Taehyung opened a water bottle and poured it down Jimin’s shirt. You were heading down the ramp getting close to one of the rides, the water splashing Jimin slightly.

Turning the corner you stopped watching the leader of the management team walking towards the warehouse.

He had a phone to his ear talking to someone in a business tone. Spotting the three of you and recognizing Jimin. “Oh I forgot my paperwork in the office, I will just grab it quickly before heading to the warehouse. I will send you the report on the merman when I see him.”

He nodded his head towards your odd throuple, taking a step back and turning around. He had helped you; he had wanted you to escape.

Pushing forward you were stopped by a crowd of people, Jimin was getting uncomfortable again. The sun was his enemy.

Pushing through the crowd you finally got through and we’re racing for the exit. Jimin squirmed again, why did it have to be so hot today?

Taehyung detoured to the left to the touch pools, grabbing Jimin's face and shoulders, dumping it in the water. Pulling him back out he looked shocked but at ease as the water dripped down to his dry tail.

Looking up, Taehyung saw a horrified staff member. You pulled a starfish off of Jimin's face delicately with wet hands. Rubbing the back of his neck Taehyung laughed awkwardly, they probably thought he was harassing someone who was disabled. He dunked his head in the water as well so as to make it seem less awkward.

“See you don’t need to go on rides to have fun, come on more to see,” he said. Flicking his wet hair back and wheeling the merman away quickly before they called security.

You had purchased some more water bottles and dampened the blanket draped over Jimin's tail. The three of you moved out the entrance of the park and to the left towards the bus stops. Luckily the bus had just arrived helping Jimin on and relaxing. You were halfway there and in the cool of the bus out of the sun Jimin too relaxed, somewhat eyeing the world passing by.

Getting off at the next stop, Taehyung rolled Jimin towards Seokjin’s parked car. Taehyung saw him leaning against his car looking kind of handsome in the afternoon sun.

He hated to admit it but the two had grown close, somewhere along the way of helping Seokjin grieve Taehyung learnt things about him that opened his eyes.

Seokjin wasn’t a bad guy, he was confident and funny and a bit of a goofball but he was also a kind and caring guy. Taehyung thought maybe if they met on better terms they might have been friends.

“Finally,” Seokjin smiled at the three of them, making Taehyung smile back shyly. “Let’s get him home quickly,”

“Help me get him in the back,” Taehyung gestured to the back of the car. You ran around getting in the back, ready to help guide Jimin in when Taehyung and Seokjin lifted him into the vehicle.

Taehyung secured Jimin under the arms, letting Seokjin lift him from the waist, aiming the blanket wrapped tail in through the car door. Jimin was frowning, not exactly appreciating their lifting technique. Taehyung gave him an apologetic smile, “Sorry friend.”

Sliding in the front seat, Taehyung watched Seokjin pack the wheelchair into the boot of the car and take the driver's seat. “Do you mind if we get some drive thru on the way home?” Seokjin said, looking in the rear view mirror.

“We gotta get him home before he dries up, we can order in,” Taehyung laughed but inside he was concerned with the mermans health.

“Sure, we can order in.” Seokjin sighed, “Jimin, my name is Seokjin. It’s nice to meet you.”

Taehyung was lost in thought watching him drive, he was concentrating on the road and it made him look mature to be so serious. It seemed strange to be in the same car as Seokjin; a month ago he would have threatened to jump out on the freeway, rather than spend even ten minutes in his rival's car.

Pulling into the driveway Jimin winced getting back into the wheelchair and they placed him in Seokjin’s bathtub which was filled with seawater, it had taken a ten litre container and multiple trips to drive enough seawater to fill the tub. The two lifted Jimin, lowering him into the bathtub where he sat relieved to be in water once more.

“Do you need anything?” Seokjin tried to be polite to his guest. Jimin again didn’t reply again, instead his arm stretched out, small hand reaching for Seokjin.

Seokjin held his hand out to shake Jimins but was pulled forward where the two shared a kiss. Taehyung immediately pulled Seokjin back, feeling his blood boiling, “Can you understand me now, Seokjin.” Jimin smiled

The anger which had flared up inside Taehyung died off with the realization that Jimin didn’t speak english and Seokjin wouldn’t understand him without sharing a kiss. Coughing awkwardly, Taehyung looked at the three in the room. “Who is hungry?”

“What do we feed Jimin? We didn't think this through,” You said immediately looking alarmed.

“Does he eat sashimi?” Seokjin asked Jimin

“Maybe I can go into work and sneak out some fish?” Taehyung said

“No, we can’t go back there, we can’t return home, we can’t see our family. We have to hide here with Jimin until we can get him to his home.” You argued walking out the bathroom. Jimin leant over the bathtub side trying to see where you were going. Cute, he must really like her.

Returning with arms full of menus, you sat on the floor beside Jimin and began looking through them, “What does everything want?”

They got fried chicken, bulk tuna and salmon sashimi, Kimchi Jjigae, Jjajangmyeon and tuna mayo rice balls. The selection was quite wide and you brought everything into the bathroom sitting and eating on the floor.

Jimin ate the sashimi but seemed really interested in the other foods, Taehyung offered him a tuna mayo and rice ball. Taking one Jimin sniffed it before he took a bite contemplating the texture and flavour before popping the rest in his mouth.

“You should offer Jimin some fried chicken to try, as you are closer” Taehyung said with a sly smirk, you rolled your eyes taking a piece of chicken and holding it out to Jimin. He let you hold it while he leant over and took a small bite.

He chewed thinking about the crunch and the flavour before his smile grew he took another bite and another. “This is so tasty.”

“Would you like to try some more dishes?” You asked, smiling at Jimin ready to offer him more food. Taehyung and Seokjin shared a knowing glance but they didn’t say a word. “Okay this one just try a little cause it is a bit spicy which means your mouth will get really warm okay.”

Jimin had some soup and smiled, licking his plump lips a little confused, “My mouth is really warm and tingly.”

“That’s what we call spicy.” Seokjin said, “It is good but don’t have too much. It's your first time eating things that aren’t fish so it could make you sick of all these new foods, you can try some more another time.”

“Oh, I got this really hilarious picture today on our way out of the park,” You shouted brandishing your phone screen to all of them. “You should have seen Tae, he full on dunked Jimin head first in the touch pools and the staff were about to call security.”

That night the boys went for a shower Taehyung stepped out laughing, “Jimin told me this hilarious story about his friend falling off the back of a crab”

Seokjin smiled heading into the bathroom coming out with bright red ears, “I have never had someone sit there and watch me while I shower, but he did tell me about some kind of cool stuff about his home, he said the king wouldn’t hurt Namjoon.”

Taehyung watched you gather your things and walk to the bathroom, he ran up to the door pressing his ear against it, Seokjin beside him doing the same thing. The two stared at one another as they heard you speak.

“Don’t um turn around, I am going to shower?” You had stuttered, obviously nervous.

“I don’t understand, but I will do as you say” the two of you talking quietly.

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apollostears · 4 years

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COLLEGE STUDENTS [ bts ]

↬︎ group: bts

↬︎ warning(s): cursing and weed

↬︎ featuring: yoongi, hobi, jin, & namjoon

PLOT. hcs on what type of student i think hyung line would be in uni since i just remembered that they are in uni.

maknae line

*photo credits belong to the wonderful people who made these collages that i found on google, exported from pintrest*

↳︎ kim seokjin

jin is definitely the type of student who studies hard and then studies even harder.

he only joins clubs that are relevant to his major. if there is a club that’s outside of his major that he finds an interest in, he still won’t pursue it. why? bc it would be a waste of time. [according to him]

it’s the first week of classes and as soon as mans gets all his syllabi, he’s making a thorough calendar and getting started on what he can.

is actually a stickler on getting books at an affordable price, but he’s also not gonna settle for something dingy. definitely HATES being scammed!! will spend hours searching for the best prices and quality.

despite wanting to be prepared on the first day, he won’t get many materials until he gathers all of his information. definitely knows better than to pre-buy.

has a strict morning routine. claims it helps him ‘stay on track’. however, he can be flexible with scheduling when given a proper heads up. he doesn’t mind making time for others in between his studies! [ we stan a flexible king ]

i feel as though he’s the type to prefer solo studying over group studying. jin is always down to help other students, but he isn’t big on studying actual material with them. it throws him off and makes it hard for him to actually focus.

is the type of tutor/classmate to not give out free answers. sorry, but that ain’t finna work boo. as stated, he will help his classmates, but if he sees they aren’t putting in effort and are only there bc they think they’ll get a free pass, it’s a hard no from him.

i don’t peg him as the type to believe in cramming. he just can’t do it, like it’s impossible for him to cram. must be nice he will review notes again the night before, but he will not try and learn the entire lesson seven hours before an exam.

definitely the type of student to make awesome study guides though! has note cards filed a certain way and makes practice quizzes based off of said cards.

if there’s ever a group project, he’s the one to inadvertently end up doing the entire thing himself. but don’t fret, jin will expose his groupmates for inadequacy like the king he is.

jin comes to class five minutes early and is always listening to some type of calming music to help stimulate his brain. without it, he can’t reach his full capacity.

he always has a packed lunch. ALWAYS. meal preps for the entire week; breakfast, lunch, and dinner. the only thing not included, is snacks and those are just random things from the vending machine. if his friends want him to, he’ll meal prep for them as well.

is apart of model UN. i do not make the rules. also thought about running for school president but honestly didn’t have the patience for it.

while jin seems to have a lot on his plate, he does a fairly good job at managing his time so that he is not overwhelmed and still has time for a social life outside of school.

↳︎ min yoongi

yoongi is a mess to put it shortly. not a complete mess, but he doesn’t have his shit fully together like mr. kim seokjin.

he’s an athlete in uni, there on an athletic scholarship for basketball. 90% of his time goes towards the sport and not his studies.

struggles to find a decent routine for a minute, but eventually finds one during second semester.

yoongi probably gets tutored by jin a lot because of his hectic basketball schedule and not having much time for lessons.

but don’t be mislead, yoongi is definitely a diligent student. his grades are super important to him and he’s not the type to slack off.

doesn’t care too much where or how he gets his books, just that he gets him before the first exam.

if he joins a club, it’s the music club. and he’s a prodigy in that. it astonishs everyone that the star of their basketball team is such a music nerd.

yoongi sits in the back of every single class. it’s literally so he has a chance to nap at least once throughout the day before a long afternoon of practice and homework.

as much as he tries to, yoongi can never turn his work in early. he’ll always start on it, but gets distracted and won’t finish it until a day or two before it’s due.

he honestly doesn’t see the true purpose in college, or tests, or homework and projects, but he does it because he wants to have a better chance at making it in the real world.

is the number one poster boy for procrastination and cramming. he doesn’t know how he does it, but he’s managed to keep a solid B average so far.

was definitely a little undecided first in his major, but after speaking with his advisor, he figured it out.

yoongi is another type that prefers to study alone, but depending on whether he had the time to actually learn the material, he’ll choose to study with someone else.

despite being a star athlete, yoongi doesn’t go to parties. nor does he care for them. between his busy scheduling and school work, parties are at bottom of the list.

he’s more to himself, thus leading him to only having a few friends, but he doesn’t mind this at all.

when basketball season is over, yoongi might go to a party or two if his friends really want him to, otherwise he’s sleeping for most of the semester. like, mans is nowhere to be found. if he’s not in class, at the library, in the music studio, or training for the nxt season; he’s in his room sleeping peacefully.

overall, yoongi is the type of student who has too much going on and we all wonder how they even survive.

↳︎ jung hoseok

JHOPEEEEEEEE

aight so now that that’s out of the way, hobi is the type of student who literally lives one day at a time.

he keeps a pretty vauge agenda that only has due dates in them so he remembers to do his assignments.

when it comes to books, he’s indifferent to prices and honestly just buys the first version he sees.

turns in all his work at least a week early. no particular reason other than the fact that he has a shit ton of energy that needs to be spent.

captain of the dance team and probably in some type of fashion or design club.

a huggeeee social butterfly! like i could see him being apart of student council and loving the campaign aspect of things.

number one advocate for volunteer work. all of the boys particpate in volunteering, but i see hobi doing it the most.

knows all of the tea. and that’s literally because everyone wants to tell him their problems, so he just knows.

shows up to class happy af and just instantly brightens the room.

all of the professors love him.

probably gets into weed but it doesn’t create his mood, it just amplifies it times ten.

the type to show up to a party an hour after it starts because he was busy at another one. definitely goes to at least two parties in one night.

is definitely the dj at said party.

doesn’t actually study, but always manages to get at least a B or an A on every test.

is not the best tutor. like, at all. please do not go to this man.

literally the student that has no idea wtf is going on, but just that they’re glad to be there.

probably dabbled a bit in being the school’s mascot for awhile.

sometimes makes desserts just because and hands them out free of charge. also likely to have a side business making edibles bc smoking weed is a bit risqué.

is always the speaker in group presentations and is usually in charge of the visuals as well. he’ll have note cards for the presentation, but always ends up adding his own little flare to it.

somehow gets the school to have the slogan “i’m your hope, you’re my hope, i’m j-hope” as apart of the school’s brand. he gets paid for it btw.

speaking of brand, is definitely in every school advertising video/brochure/webpage. probably speaks at high schools on behalf of the university.

probably has an actual job working at the university’s coffee shop on campus. he claims it to be a ‘great way to meet new people’

hobi is the type of student to enjoy his college years to the fullest extent and encourages others to do the same.

↳︎ kim namjoon

namjoon has somehow found the perfect balance between school and fun.

prefers ebooks over physical books because, ya know environmental shit. always has the best websites and deals for online versions of books.

unlike jin, namjoon emails all of his professors a week before classes to see about getting the syllabus early to prepare. you can never be too prepared 😉

always shows up to class right on time and never leaves early. schedules things to be after his day is done so that he doesn’t risk tardies. because he knows he’ll slip up real quick if he isn’t on himself.

after a heated discussion with the dean of students during his polisci class, namjoon found himself as the student body president. king shit.

is also apart of honors clubs and some type of environmental club as well. helps hobi grow weed.

doesn’t make study guides, but will sometimes ask jin to help him organize a study sheet for an upcoming exam.

his notes are strewed and are similar to a flow-chart. he attempts to cleanup his notes after class, but it never really works out so he leaves them as is.

namjoon doesn’t advertise tutoring services. like yoongi, he’d much rather study by himself than study in a group. however, he will offer help if/when he can.

a straight A student. makes dean’s list literally every semester and has a 4.0 gpa, i don’t make the rules.

book smart but has barely any streets smarts. (same baby...same) he’s v good at giving wise advice, but some things really go over his head.

doesn’t spend too much time at parties but will at least attend one each semester. will go to all of yoongi’s basketball games with the boys.

seen as the older brother/dad to a lot of underclassmen who go to him for help in different areas of life. for some reason, they seem to think he has his life together.

spends a lot of his time in the library when he can. checking out a new book everyday. it’s a goal of his to read every single book by the time he graduates.

does weightlifting with yoongi and a few other players during their off season bc he wanna be big boi too 🥺

always has some type of beverage with him in every class. definitely has to pee several times throughout the day, but you will never see him without a drink.

hobi is his vice president in student council and is also a school ambassador with him. the both of them heavily involved in student life.

is a BIG advocate for pets on campus. wrote a whole thesis on why they’re important to student life and was able to convince the board to allow them.

everyone knows him but he doesn’t know everybody. he’s good at remembering faces, but he really doesn’t get to formally meet that many people due to his hectic schedule.

namjoon definitely tries his best while in university and it pays off in the end. the type if student to literally go above and beyond for the people he leads.

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strike through means i can’t tag you/find you👎🏾😔

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angellgguk · 4 years

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Hello can you do Corpses and Eyes for daddy jin? Thank you 🥰 btw no rushing do it when you able to 🙆🏻‍♀️💜

Corpses - “The next time they touch what’s mine, I’ll cut their arm off.”

Eyes - “I’ll gouge out their eyes, so they can never look at you ever again”

member/character - Kim Seokjin/daddy Jin

warning/s [ inappropriate/non consented touching ]

23.01.2021 [ ik i said one prompt but I technically did two lol, don’t be surprised when I do the same for the others ]

Every Time you had Seokjin’s presence next to you, you felt as if you were walking on broken egg shells.you knew despite being busy he still had both his eyes and attention planted on you, waiting for you to mess up.but when he miraculously left you alone with only a few of his men around you, the only confidence you had in would fly away with him, just like it had that day.

You fiddled with the stones in your ring and unconsciously let your feet dangle to rhythm of the orchestra until your husband’s certain shareholder had to intervene in your little bubble.”must be Seokjin’s wife, yeah?” you looked up wide eyed at the sudden voice and plastered a quick smile on your tinted lips before standing up to bow to the older man.

He chuckled and motioned you to sit before inviting himself to sit in Seokjin’s previous and now vacant seat.”I never got to see you, did he lock a pretty flower like you in his cage?” you were aware that it was supposed to be a joke but unfortunately it was the truth and you couldn’t bring yourself to laugh genuinely.

The next few moments went by with him trying to converse with you but putting you in an uncomfortable position and you trying to dodge all the personal questions he threw at you carelessly.he grabbed the champagne your husband poured for himself before he was hurried outside to ‘deal’ with matters.”I don’t think your husband’s coming for a good while” he commented as he chugged the golden liquid down his throat before guiding his large, calloused hand to your exposed thigh, thanks to the slit in your gown with an ugly smirk laced with lust ruining his reputation.

You immediately flinched and looked around in aid for either your husband or any of the men he left you with.but since you had told them to go grab themselves a drink or at least get a bite of anything, they surely weren’t there.you pursed your lips and shrugged his hand off before standing up with an awkward smile, “I-I just remembered, I was supposed to leave” he placed his glass on the table and looked around the room packed with businessmen, politicians and their discussed sins.”I Have a booked room in the second floor, we can go there before he comes back” you didn’t bother to give him a answer, instead bowing quickly and hurrying outside the room not noticing Seokjin’s trusted man’s close eyes.

The night’s air hit you in the face the moment you opened the door.despite being partially aware of the direction your husband guided you in you still couldn’t choose which side to go, thankfully (for once) your husband decided to save you at the right time.”I told you to sit still, why are you roaming around?” you didn’t bother flinching instead only turning around and grabbing his arm, “can’t we leave?” he frowned and looked at the hands on his Rolex, “I haven’t even started business, why do you want to leave?” you gulped and turned around in search of the old pervert before turning back.”I-”

“Sir” both of you simultaneously turned around to face the familiar voice.the shorter man had to stand a little on his toes to whisper a certain message to his boss’s ear.the moment he did Seokjin’s kept expression changed and twitched in anger instead.

He gripped onto your wrist before he looked down at you to glare into your confused orbs.”do you think you’re pretty? Garnering attention like that?” it took you a moment to understand what he was raged for, but the moment you did you were quick to deny and stutter for an answer, even looking back at the other for guidance but he only seemed to heed to his boss.

It didn’t take him much time or energy to turn you around and slam you against the wall, earning a surprised yelp from you.”why do they even bother to look at you?” your eyes roamed below to face the blurry vision of the Italian marble, “how about I gouge their eyes out so they can never look at you ever again?” your eyes widened in disbelief, you caught on that Seokjin was dangerous type when it came to jealousy but you never expected him to be so gore about it.

He gripped onto your jaw and and brought you up, he maintained a lethal eye contact as he snapped his fingers towards the younger man, “get rid of him for now, park, I’ll do it my way when I come back” . The command had the said man bowing and running to do his job.

“This should be the last time anything like this happens, you hear that? The next time anyone touches what’s mine, I’ll just cut their arms off” you found yourself nodding to his ridiculous command while praying that this never actually happens again for the sake of someone else’s arms.

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hyunnows · 4 years

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"because you're a part of it" | knj

Edit Credit: [btsaesthete_]

► PAIRING: Namjoon x reader

► CONTENT/WARNINGS: self-doubt, tiny bit of angst, fluff, comfort(?)

► RATING: pg13

► WORD COUNT: 1.75k

► SUMMARY: would you use the prompt ‘i love my life because you’re apart of it’ for namjoon from bts?

► A/N: yes, yes I would little anon. I really hope you enjoy this! It's pretty short only because I wanted to finish it up, but I still hope I was at least along the lines of what you wanted! Positive affirmations at the end!

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“Why is he dating her? She’s only holding him back.”

You frowned as you remembered the woman’s words replayed in your mind. You didn’t know her, but you knew she was talking about you–not that she tried to hide her pointed glare in any way. The worst part was you weren’t sure if you could disagree with her statement. You were nobody, dating one of the biggest somebodies in what was now the worldwide music industry, Kim Namjoon of BTS.

Were you holding him back in his career, or even, as a person? Thinking about it for a bit, your frown deepens. On several occasions, you'd asked him to change wardrobe for performances that made you feel possessive of him–sometimes they were just too exposing for your liking.

Then you remembered the time he missed a performance because you broke your arm, then when he canceled plans with friends to be with you. He’d missed so many great opportunities, just for you?

I'm a horrible girlfriend.

He's perfect and I don't even belong in his league.

Hearing the door creak open, realizing you'd let the food start to burn during your guilt party. Quickly turning off the stove and covering the pan with a lid, you rush to greet your boyfriend.

”Hey Joon,” you smile, planting a kiss on his cheek whilst removing his jacket, your heart fluttering when he returned the chaste gesture.

Pulling the coat from your hands and hanging it, he grins, eyes turning to crescents, “Hey babe, what’re you cooking? It smells great,” he tries to reach for the wooden spoon in your hand, only for you to pull it back playfully.

Wagging your finger in front of you, you shake your head, “Nothing special, just some japchae. It’s done already, a little burnt but I think it’ll be fine,” your voice quieted at the last part. You can’t even cook right, what a great match you are for the amazing Namjoon! Your subconscious sneered sarcastically.

Zoned out, you fail to notice Namjoon’s worried gaze. You were always so happy and–he meant this in the nicest way possible–clingy to him, and he couldn't help but assume something was up. Blinking a few times, you guide him to the dining room, serving him a plate of the stir-fry and plating one for yourself, as sitting parallel to him.

He chuckled at the browning edges of the noodles, before taking a heavy spoonful(chopstick-full?) into his mouth, savoring the flavor. Though Seokjin was the resident master chief of bangtan, he had nothing on your dishes to Namjoon. Cook a pile of crap and he'd eat every bite–exaggerated but he didn't know how else to describe his love for your cooking.

Already half done with his own, the tall male eyes your plate, which was still full. Dropping his chopsticks, he frowned, ”What's wrong, [Y/N]?” startling you out of your trance with his deep, worried voice.

Faking a smile, you finally pick up your utensils and eat a bit of the noodle-dish, ”Nothing Joon, I'm great! How's the food?”

”It's delicious, you deserve an award for this masterpiece,” giving you his wide, closed mouth grin. Seeing your dismissive nod, his brightened expressions faltered, ”Babe? I can tell you're not fine. Please tell me what's up.”

”I promise, I'm fine,” rolling your eyes to emphasize how done you were with the subject. Thinking for a moment, you strategically steer the conversation, ”How was practice? Did you and Yoongi finish that song?”

Nodding, he stuffs the last bite into his mouth, taking his plate to the sink and washing it. He's so perfect, you think, watching as he didn't hesitate to begin washing the other dishes you'd used while cooking. Swallowing, he chuckles, ”Yeah, I was kinda stuck but he managed to finish it up.”

”That's good.”

Moving to the living room and dropping any conversation, for now, the two of you sat in a silence that you weren't sure whether or not was comfortable.

Racking his exceptional brain for what could be bothering you, he groaned in frustration when he turned up empty. He hadn't been neglecting you, you'd just had a date just yesterday, and he'd made sure to come home punctually and spend as much time with you as he could. He didn't think you were bored with him, the way your eyes sparkled at him was enough to reassure him. Maybe he was being too affectionate? You did seem kinda ticked about him asking what was wrong.

Sighing, he decided that must be it. You wanted space–but probably didn’t want to hurt his feelings. You were such a considerate girlfriend to put up with that just so that you didn’t hurt his feelings. He didn’t deserve someone as amazing as you.

Should he ask you to sit? Or should he just apologize right off the bat and give you space? No, the latter would make you feel too guilty, he knew that. Then he realized he was stuck in an endless loop of overthinking, and that you’d probably be able to choose if you wanted to sit or not on your own. He shuddered a bit. Giving you space felt weird.

Standing beside the sofa for a second, you can’t help the uneasy feeling that bubbled inside you when Namjoon didn’t ask if you wanted to sit next to him. Maybe, you thought, he was annoyed you refused to answer his question. Great going [Y/N], now he’s upset with you. Shuffling to the loveseat–one he’d bought you last year as an anniversary gift–you awkwardly glance at him, before turning to the television.

Even with the TV playing in the background, the silent tension was so thick a knife you cut it.

Beginning to doze off, you do your best to keep your eyes open, making Namjoon chuckle. You were so adorable, and looked so small curled up on the seat he couldn’t help the dimple-filled smile that took over his face. “Let’s get to bed.”

“In a minute,” you yawn, waving your hand at him, signaling he was free to go. At first, he was confused, before he realized you didn’t need him to tell you to go to bed, and how controlling he probably sounded on a daily. Cling and controlling, that puts two things on the list of what was wrong with him.

Nodding silently, he strolled off to the bedroom the two of you shared, quickly changing into sweats and removing the shirt he’d worn almost all day–except for at practice, that’d just be disgusting. You, on the other hand, were engrossed in an article you’d found about halfway into the movie you weren’t sure was actually entertaining.

Free cooking, art, yoga, and dance classes! Better yourself today!

Well, they surely advertised themselves well.

Taking a screenshot of the address and contact information, you flicked off the flat screen and finally made your way to the room Namjoon decorated so beautifully. It wasn’t expected, but your boyfriend had surprisingly good design skills and an amazing aesthetic that fit both of you perfectly. Yet another thing he was great at to add to the list of why you couldn’t match up to him.

You think about the living room, how quiet it had been when you were watching the movie. Namjoon didn't seem mad, but something must be bothering him. He was always so considerate and caring, always asking how you felt and how he could help. One way to become someone worthy of him would be to do the same, right?

You tap his shoulder gently, his bare chest turning to face you with droopy, tired eyes, ”Yes babe?” he yawned, getting comfortable facing you.

Propping yourself on your elbow, you get under the covers, staring at him with concern, ”Are you okay Namjoon? You seemed stressed or worried–did I upset you?” your voice in a gentle whisper.

”No of course not…” he sighed. A smart man he was, and so he knew he had to tell you before something dramatic happened between you two. ”I just, am I too clingy?”

Flabbergasted, your wide eyes gape at him, Too clingy? Yes, Namjoon was definitely a koala, but that was something you adored about him. He wanted to play with your hair? You aren't even going to hesitate in letting him. Cuddle you all night, even if his body heat was getting too much? Please, you craved the affection.

Shaking your head frantically at the question, your heart clenched at his puppy-like look, ”Joonie no, I love how cuddly you are! Why would you think that?”

”You just seemed ticked today, I thought that was why…”

Inhaling loudly, you pinch the bridge of your nose. ”I wasn't ticked, just, I was feeling… Inadequate?” you hesitated in telling him, knowing how Namjoon got when it came to self-love.

Picking his head from the pillow and leaning on his arm, he furrowed his brows in confusion. ”Why? How could you be inadequate at anything?”

Flushing at the comment, you shrug, “It's just–you're so amazing. You can sing, dance, rap, you're the smartest person I know, I just don't think I can measure up to that.”

“Yeah but babe, I don't even dance or sing that much or that well, and talents don't define a person's worth–”

“That too! You're so caring and level headed, and so considerate. And I don't even want to get started with physical appearances. And I just feel horrible when I think there's someone much more worthy of your love. That I'm just holding you back from how amazing your life could be. I just ruin it.”

Hearing a silence, your lip trembles at the thought that maybe, you'd opened his eyes. Now he was going to break up with you, and go date some rich, beautiful, talented girl.

Instead, you felt strong arms embrace your body, holding you to his muscular chest, ”There is nobody else who's worthy of the love I give you. I love my life because you're a part of it.”

Feeling your lip tremble harder, you hit him back, desperately trying not to burst into tears at his confession. You felt him chuckle when a tear escaped your eyes, wetting his shoulder. ”Baby don't cry.”

”I-I’m not!” you argued, sniffling as you broke into giggles. Feeling his muscles strain, he rolled onto his back, pulling you to lay comfortably atop him while simultaneously kissing your forehead affectionately.

”I love you [Y/N], you're so amazing, strong and beautiful, don't ever think less of yourself. G’night.”

”I love you more, night Joonie.”

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The King’s Guard | Chapter 2

–> Pairings: kim seokjin x reader; jeon jungkook x reader

–> Rating: R

–> Genre/warnings: M U C H A N G S T; y’all I even cried while writing this sksksk why do I torture myself like this; slightly graphic mentions of dead people, mentions of blood, super slight gore; suggestive language, SMUT AGAIN (voyeurism, shit why do i expose myself too much, petting, unprotected sex, kitchen sex)

–> Word count: 8.8k

–> A/N: Korean vocabulary used will be placed at the end of the chapter :-) Also, all history indicated here is fictitious, then again, it is fan fiction after all. ALSO, GOOD LUCK WITH THE END OF THE CHAPTER ;) tell me whatcha think!!!

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The King’s Guard | Chapter 2

The warmth in the room makes you stir in bed, the sun’s rays attempting to peek through the paper windows creating too much discomfort for you to continue your beloved slumber. As you turn your body, you see a scroll accompanied by a carnation on your bedside table. Hastily reaching for the scroll, your other hand clutches onto the blanket to cover your chest.

Your stomach drops. With trembling hands, you open the message. No, No, No. NO!

“My love,

Truthfullly, I do not know where to begin, nor do I know why I am writing this in the first place. What I can be somehow certain of is that I do not have full confidence that my plans shall come into fruition. I guess this letter shall provide me with the least solace for my judgments. The matters of the south have cost me sleepless nights and days, moments that I could regrettably have spent with you, and for that I am truly sorry. It pains me that you might have perceived last night a selfish act to heed to the wants of the flesh but know that every word I have uttered during our throes of passion was not made in jest.

I will not have to lie – you carrying my children, the two of us finally creating a family – the thought alone gives me unparalleled happiness. In the near future, I desire twelve children with you representing the twelve lunar animals, that is, if you allow me to do so. I will be satisfied with eleven, if you must.

Great is the pain that I have to bear with my decision, but great too is the weight of my duties to my country. You of all people have reminded me of that. It is treason against the country for me not to find a way to make amends, yet is treason against my heart to have left you like this.

Alas, I too am scared myself with this journey that I must take, but your love and prayers shall give me strength. My queen, I ask you to not worry much for I did not come unprepared, for I have brought with me the greatest warriors known to our nation, and they shall stand by my side, should the time come that our peaceful exertions shall lead to one of violence.

If, however, may our ancestors and the gods forbid, that the circumstances shall not permit me to return to you, the only love of my life, I cannot ask you remain alone without me in this cruel world because that would be most selfish of me. Live and indulge yourself in the pleasures of life, my dove, continue your flight in this world even if it no longer has me in it.

If I truly have gone for good, I want you to be happy. I am begging you to be happy. Find a man that shall love you from the tiny mole by your forehead to the tips of your toes. Find a man that shall cherish you for your entire being, find someone that shall bestow upon you love more than you deserve, just as you have done the same to me and to the people around you.

Let this reassurance console you that the happiest days of my life have been from your love and affection, and that I die loving only you and with a fervent hope that our souls shall be reunited after this and will have to part no more. Just because I would have passed away does not mean I am not with you, I will always be here looking over you, keeping you safe. Should the day come that you succumb to the sadness of my loss, just close your eyes and I will be by your side in an instant.

This is goodbye to your kisses that shall continue to linger on my lips even if I could not have them again. This is goodbye to your caresses that have kept me warm during the harsh, cold winters. This is goodbye to your endless patronizing that has grounded me through the many decisions I had to make. And finally, this is goodbye to you, my angel, my sweet carnation.

With every word written comes forth a tear, and I fear that I may not finish this letter without wetting the entire page. I will have to leave shortly, and now I will leave your security to the hands of our new captain. He has my trust.

Know that I would have traded a decade of my life just to spend ten more breaths with you. I love you, my queen, with all that I was, with all that I am, and with all that I ever will be.

Seokjin”

A loud, broken sob escapes your lips. Your cheeks become wet with tears, visible wet patches staining your blanket. You let yourself fall back to the bed, body crumpling in anguish. How could you have let him go? You curse at yourself for letting sleep take over you again earlier, when he was already at arm’s reach, so close to forbid him from leaving.

You stay like that on the bed for a few moments, body quaking with distress and clutching onto the piece of paper close to your chest. This was it. Although there was still a part of you that Seokjin will come home to you in one piece, your brain is already betraying you with images of your husband covered in blood, left lifeless in the middle of the road.

Crying harder at the image, you try to muffle them with your blankets that vaguely smell of Seokjin. Your chest constricts. You already know he had intentions of visiting the south even with your constant reminders of the dangers of the south. Your heart clenches when you recall the one time you had argued about it.

‘It’s a lost cause, Seokjin.’ You already felt that one thing was going to lead to another and this conversation was definitely going to end up in an argument.

“What I am I supposed to do here then? Stand and join festivities while my own people are being attacked by rebellious troops? While riots occur on the daily? While there are people dying of hunger on the streets?”

“No! I- That’s not what I meant!”

“Then what am I to do then?!”

“I just—If you go there…” You hiccup, unable to continue when your lips start to tremble. You choke as you suppress a sob, covering your face with your hands as you start to bawl your heart out. Seokjin flees toward you, apologizing profusely as he had probably scared you with the risen pitch of his voice. “Shhh,” he engulfs you in a hug, pulling you close to him.

You begin to calm down after some time, the warmth of Seokjin’s body easily consoling you. Your husband doesn’t let go when you finally catch your breath and your grip tightens around his waist, creasing his durumagi.

With your voice slightly muffled as your mouth is pressed against your husband’s chest, you continue talking, knowing that Seokjin will have no problem comprehending your words. “I’ve lost everyone because of them Seokjin. My father, my real mother, my friends…” you sniff, wiping your cheeks with the sleeves of your jeogori. “Please,” you beseech, “I can’t lose you to them too,” your voice cracks at the thought, eyes brimming with tears once more.

“I won’t let that happen, love.” He doesn’t know that.

You feel your chest starting to heave again, Seokjin slowly guides you to the bed, seats you both, and lets you lay your head on his lap as he rests his own on the wall adjacent to the bed. Gently, he strokes your hair until you finally, truly calm down this time, silent tears now rolling down your cheeks.

The words are heavy on your lips, every emotion rolling off your tongue as you say the words you dread the most. “They’re going to kill you Seokjin.” You take his hand and rest it against your cheek, his hand still seemingly larger with the way your two hands are clutching onto it. You continue with bated breath, “Maybe even before you enter the southern gates, maybe even before you get a single step out of the capitol...” Your voice comes down to a whisper when you repeat your earlier words. “They are going to kill you.”

You tilt your head a little to take a good look at your husband. You see the faint stubble just under his chin. He probably hasn’t shaved yet with the lack of free time on his hands. Shamelessly, you always imagine what he’d look like with a beard but you’re willing to bet your life that he’d be just as handsome as he is now. He keeps on shaving it, much to your dismay, countering that he doesn’t want you to feel and discomfort or itch when he kisses you. You’ll have to leave your bearded Seokjin fantasies somewhere in the future. If the future still has Seokjin in it.

In the past, the five major cities of Korea never got along. It was more of an unspoken rivalry for years on end between the kings and their subjects. People from the east took pride on their agricultural lands and livestock, the westerners’ livelihood depends heavily on lumber, northerners brag about their coal mining and fishery, the south leads the nation’s masonry and defense, and finally, the capitol is the center of textile and is otherwise known as the home of the scholars.

Combined together, this nation would have been unconquerable. But these royals are still human beings and human beings are vulnerable to temptation, constantly fueled by the idea of acquiring something that another does not have.

Unfortunately, a nation with citizens that had no sense of nationalism was the perfect target, the easiest to penetrate for the colonizers. The promises of an alliance to a foreign nation seemed to great an offer to decline. Fools. Just like that, the foreigners tricked each king to go against the other cities – their own people, their own blood. Empty promises drilled into empty heads. Blinded by inane vows of wealth and power, these people who call themselves leaders never knew they were being deceived altogether.

That is, until King Seokwoo of the capitol, Seokjin’s father, realized the deception early enough to stop the war but too late to pacify the nation’s internal turmoil. With his heart and dignity on the line, the brave king of the capitol had gone to the other kings to make them realize their mistakes, their greed, and their shameless thirst for power.

Nobody wanted to believe him at first, not when he too was a part of it all. He apologized in court – the one thing a king never does. He put his pride on the line for the country he loves, bowing his head in front of the other kings, and their respective advisors. King Seokwoo knew he was going to lose his credibility like this with his heart and pride on his sleeve, but only he knew, and only he understood, that a king should not be loyal to the throne and the power it holds, but to his country.

Only when he revealed the scrolls of plans he stole from the colonizers that they collectively decided to temporarily set aside their present caprices and decree a pact for the good of the nation. For once in a very long time, the kings had agreed on one thing.

That night, they had agreed to choose a king to lead the fight against the colonizers – the king who would lead Korea back to greatness. Three kings, in honor of Seokwoo’s bravery and humility, chose him to be the leader of the nation. Only one king of a city voted against Seokwoo as King of Korea – your father.

“My Queen?” A soft voice calls from outside your door. Haesoo.

“Leave, Haesoo.”

“Jungjeon-mama, please. You have not left your room all morning, and lunch—”

“I said leave!”

You recoil the moment the words spill from your mouth. You hadn’t meant to snap at her, she was your favorite court lady after all. She was stubborn, above all things, and you likened her to your younger self that’s why she earned your favor the most. But her adamancy only causes her more trouble, especially in times like these. Perhaps her slight insensitivity came with her youth? You’re certain that you’ve caused worry because of your audible wailing earlier, but company was the last thing you needed right now.

“Yes my Queen.” She replies, voice small.

You don’t know how long you stay in bed like that, watching your chest rise and fall under the covers with every breath. Your head is swirling in emotions – fear, anger, misery. As you continue to stare into the ceiling, your stomach grumbles so you deem it wise that you have at least one meal for today - just enough to satiate your hunger and give you strength to face the rest of the day. But not before indulging yourself in your favorite bath first.

You stay much longer in the bath today – letting the water cause wrinkles in the pads of your fingers. Shoving your husband’s image to the back of your head temporarily, your thoughts drift to other the other predicaments you have to face while Seokjin is away. ‘You have to be strong,’ you mutter to yourself. For Seokjin. For the future. For Korea.

The court ladies get startled when you suddenly rise from the pool, one of them hurriedly draping a towel over you. You let her lead the way to a dressing room where your royal garments are neatly folded on a table. Staring at your reflection on the mirror, your eyes linger on the red marks littered across your torso. You feel your chest constrict one more time. Taking a deep breath, you repeat to yourself. ‘For Seokjin. For the future. For Korea.’

Chaeyoung waits until you have worn your undergarments and helps you with the rest of your hanbok. You can feel the nervousness radiating off her, clammy hands tying the ribbons on your dress. You can’t really blame her; this was probably the first time they have seen you this cold and distant. You usually made small talk with the court ladies, genuinely curious about their individualities and because they’re the closest you can get to your subjects.

Certainly, Seokjin’s leave also has the whole palace on edge. Everybody was aware of what was going on in the south, and with their king’s sudden absence this morning, word has been going around in the palace. You’re thankful that the palace workers are discreet with their whispering, but these wooden walls were never thick enough to maintain secrecy between two people.

You leave the room as soon as Chaeyoung finishes and you come face to face with a familiar red and white uniform. “Wangbi,” Captain Jung greets as he bows his head. “Captain.” You acknowledge, finding yourself looking up at him when you do so – he was taller than you expected him to be.

“I am under the King’s orders to watch you wherever you go, my Queen.” He tails after you when you start walking.

“And does that include the private royal baths Captain?” You turn to face him again.

He gets flustered at your question, quickly averting his gaze from you. Looking down, the captain shakes his head, muttering under his breath something along the lines of ‘security’ and ‘king’s orders’.

You don’t know what urged you to tease him like that – probably because of his innocent-like features that makes him so tease-worthy, but since his arrival and inauguration as captain of the royal guards, you can’t help but get drawn to the man. Sure, he was attractive with attributes of youthful exuberance on his face, that, and that he was a finely built man, taut muscles hiding underneath those silken robes. At least, that’s what you presume from listening to the whispers among the court ladies.

They also said he’s had quite the reputation from where he came from in the East, famous for his looks and even more famous for his ways of luring skirts to his bed. So, you’ve heard. Genuinely surprised at how these rumors even came out in the first place, it still makes you laugh when you recall the obscenity of it all, despite the court ladies supposedly being the spitting image of modesty observed in the palace.

The rumors are true. You could easily attest to that as you have personally witnessed it once, how the captain could easily captivate women with his face alone. But his charm wasn’t the reason why you seem to magnetize towards the captain.

During their inauguration day, as you were too preoccupied with how dashing your husband looks in official robe, you hadn’t been paying attention to the event, let alone the emotional speech that the captain shared to the crowd. It was only when you caught sight of the scar on his left cheek that got you so curious. You wonder where you’ve seen that scar before. He looks familiar. He feels familiar. You can’t put a finger on it right now, but you certainly feel like you’ve known Jung Jungkook from somewhere, sometime in your past.

You don’t realize you’re lost in your thoughts when a hand suddenly pulls you back by your elbow, stopping you from walking straight to a wall. “Jungjeon-mama!” The lady beside you exclaims. “My Queen, are you okay?” The captain behind you asks, his grip now loosening on your elbow. You nod sheepishly, dismissing the whole fiasco with an awkward cough.

“You can go ahead, Chaeyoung. I’ll be back by sunset. Make sure dinner is ready by then.” The court lady nods curtly in acknowledgment and bows before leaving the both of you. You turn your head to look at Jungkook who continues to stand by your side. “Shall we?”

“Lead the way, your Highness.”

You plan on spending the rest of your day in one of the most serene places in the palace. Besides yours and Seokjin’s garden, the doltap shrine is another place you head to for peace and quiet. The shrine, complete with a mini pavilion, is situated on a small hill, surrounded by the beauty of nature – a place so perfectly serene that only monks and royalty are allowed to visit to maintain its tranquility.

It’s significantly father than any other house or office in this palace that it requires quite a tedious, long walk and a boat ride across the Gaeun river. This is why you rarely visit the shrine, but on the days that you do, the wearisome trek is always rewarding. It’s perhaps part of the whole process of meditation, you presume, as the shrine is a place where you offer your greatest, deepest prayers.

The captain trudges behind you, unable to cope with your leisurely pace. He quickens his steps when he sees he’s falling behind, but when he deems he’s walking too close to you he slows his pace once more until he has to catch up again. You become curious at his strange feat, unable to stop yourself from asking him about it.

“Captain, have you not taken a leisurely walk like this before?”

“My deepest apologies, Mama. I am really not used to a pace like this.”

Who knew the greatly feared captain could be so mildly…amusing? Jungkook gets surprised when you let out a giggle after having stared at him for a moment at his confession. He is unable to stop the small smile etching into his face at the beautiful sound, deciding it’s something he wants to hear all day long.

“You are a mirthful one, Jung.”

There is a skip in the man’s heartbeat when he hears you say his surname – or, at least, the surname he’s been using since his arrival at the capitol. He supposes it satisfactory that he’s made you comfortable around him, enough for you to call him by his alias. Not like you were going to be on a first name basis anyways. Jungkook found it easier to keep up with your pace after your verdict.

You were beautiful. Well, you still are, and probably will be for a very long time. He wonders if you already had your portrait painted. It used to be a hobby he thoroughly learned and enjoyed from where he’s from and now it has blossomed into a business around his past village, selling portraits for a few silver coins. He takes pride in his paintings, having learned the skill from the virtuoso himself – his father. He was the first man in Korea to add colors to a drawing, bringing forth life to an inanimate illustration.

Even if Jungkook painted you though, it would probably be useless for him to do so, because a portrait - even if done on the finest paper or painted with the brightest colors, could never capture your real beauty, nor give justice to it. In the past, he had heard stories of what the queen of the capitol looked like, but none of these rumors had prepared him for the genuineness of it all. Your beauty was indescribable, but Jungkook only knew one description that fit you the best – that you are the epitome of a woman’s unadulterated pulchritude.

Jungkook could not question why the king is absolutely smitten with you, admittedly, the rest of the nation is. If you were a lady that belonged to the same class, he would have tried to capture your heart from the very start. Maybe in another life, perhaps. But to him, it wasn’t just your pretty face that made you so riveting.

Unlike any other woman in the nation, you were headstrong, refusing to submit to the societal morals and principles. You were the only woman who would stand proud and tall amongst a sea of men, and one gaze from you had the power to intimidate both man and woman alike. Undoubtedly, you were raised like that: to be the queen – with your childhood nurtured with doctrines and routines only afforded to a king in the making. That fact he knew all too well.

When you look to your left, he spots a red mark on your neck, just below the smooth slope of your jawline. He flushes at the sight of the rose-colored blotch staring back at him, the base of his neck turning red at the recollection of the events last night. Jungkook can see your lips moving as you talk but he can’t seem to hear you, let alone take his eyes off the love bite on your neck.

“Captain Jung?”

Jungkook coughs to mask his surprise, “Sorry, Jungjeon-mama. I thought I saw something in the woods. It must’ve been a squirrel or a small animal.” You nod your head in acknowledgement and reply, “We still must be wary. There are…people…who do not mean well…” your words fade, voice cracking at the thought of your husband. Jungkook notices your anxiety.

“I will protect you with my life, my Queen. Please do not worry.”

“Of course, Captain Jung. I believe you.” Giving him a small smile, you continue walking, your shoes softly squishing against the green dewy grass. It’s a beautiful day today: the sky is clear and the sun is out, compared to your heart which is now clouded with storms and thunder. You shall try not to dwell on your emotions today.

“So, enlighten me Captain.”

“Ah, but Mama, my life may not measure up to yours in terms of adventure.”

You raise an eyebrow at his reply. Your life story isn’t known to many, even a number of the citizens don’t even know you are a southerner. Gazing into Jungkook’s eyes, you look for any mysterious truth hiding beneath them, but you’re only faced with his curious doe-like eyes. You’re conflicted if you’re supposed to feel disappointed or not if he was truly a part of your past, but you’ll have to leave that for another time.

“Surely, it can’t be that uninteresting.”

“If you insist, Jungjeon-mama. But don’t complain if you fall asleep before we reach the shrine.” The captain knows he’s pushing the line by teasing you like this, but the way you roll your eyes at him tells him you feel otherwise.

He tells the story he’s practiced endless times lacing a few truths from his past. “Well, I belong to a family of four. My parents work in the fields and my brother and I would play in them all day long until my mother would call us back in for supper. During the Great Colonization, my father used to serve King Donggeun of the East…” He steps aside to make way, a hand shooting out to help you to an elevated part of the head of the bridge. You place your hand on his gratefully, your feet taking quite the leap.

He continues with his monologue, “My mother always told us that she never thought father would never survive the Great Colonization. Even before the pact, there had already been attacks on the borders, the rivalry too much for people who call themselves citizens of the same nation. He had come home greatly wounded one night and my mother was crying so much that she could barely treat my father’s wounds. He had even offered her a literal bloody hand with the treatment, causing my mother to cry more, complaining about how he could have found pleasantries at such a grievous time.”

“Thankfully, the pact has been completed before things ultimately became worse. He was called to fight again to drive off the colonizers, but with the people from all the cities fighting as one force, casualties from our troops were only at the minimum. He has fought side by side with King Deonggeun and even saved the late king’s life at one instance. He had been promoted to a higher rank since then.” He pauses his narrative momentarily when your hand hooks around his elbow, clutching onto him as you go down a light slope to where a narrow dock is situated.

The captain tries not to be obvious about his astonishment at your actions as he places his hand over it, supporting your balance when you place a foot inside the boat. “But with a promotion in the military ranks comes more visits in the palace, and more visits in the palace only lead to one thing: King Donggeun taking an interest in my mother.” Your hand flies to your mouth to mask your shock. And just moments ago, he thought his life wasn’t supposedly as colorful as yours?

When Jungkook finally seats himself, he grabs at the oars and starts to row. It would have been fun if Haesoo had gone with, as you would inevitably tease her with her ogling the captain. She would’ve gushed at how his muscles must ripple underneath the uniform, or how his chest puffs out with every row. As your favorite court lady occupies your thoughts, you reckon that you owe her an apology later.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what happened next?” The captain lets out a chuckle at your wide-eyed curiosity. “Of course, Mama. I am a man of manners. A story must have a beginning and an end.”

“King Donggeun tried to conceal his feelings at first. But the rumored loss of his wife was too great of a sadness for him to bear. And he longed for the kind of comfort only a woman could give. Soon enough, father noticed the king’s longing looks, knowing all too well the sentiments the king hid behind his eyes. After all, he too was a man in love and a firm believer of the famous saying ‘the eyes are windows to our souls’.” The captain says the words with such drama that you fail to suppress the giggle that escapes your lips. Jungkook’s own lips twitch, chest beaming with pride with the fact that he has made you laugh twice today.

“Things kept in hiding will always come out, one way or another. And so, the king ended up confessing his feelings to my mother. He had begged her to be his concubine, even when they both knew she was tied to another. She fled from the king’s arms that night in fear and confusion, telling the whole confession to my father with teary eyes.”

The captain slows his rowing, creating small ripples against the clear water.

“That same night, my father learned that love meant having to constantly make sacrifices for the better, even if we end up losing that which matters most in our hearts. What the king wants, the king gets,” the captain’s lips fall into a tight-lipped smile. “There was too much at risk, my father couldn’t say no to his own king. Needless to say, even if we did eventually get to live nearer the palace, mother’s visits became less frequent, and soon our mother became only a figment of our imagination.”

Each word of the captain struck at your heart. You had never expected so many shared similarities in your past. His eyes are swimming with emotion. Not once had you seen a royal guard like this, looking so vulnerable, so human in front of your eyes.

“With nothing to lose, the three of us left the eastern city and headed to the capitol. We begged for food and slept on the streets for days until a family took pity and welcomed us into their home. When the father of the family introduced himself as a royal guard, my father offered his services as payment for their kindness.”

When you’ve reached the other side of the river, Jungkook sets the oars aside before guiding you up to the dock. You wait under the shade of a nearby tree until he’s fixated the boat properly onto the dock. He approaches you, dusting his pants with his hands. “Where were we? Ah. The kind family. I, too, have also had a realization here in the capitol. Happiness does not last for long, so we have to learn how to live each day with glee and gratitude.” You both continue the walk, with each step getting closer to your destination.

“A few days after our arrival, my brother caught this incurable illness. We had consulted every physician in the city, but all our efforts were in vain. My father and I had to lay him to rest just when we thought we had started a new life here in the capitol.”

“My father? Like I had mentioned during our inauguration, my father sacrificed his life for his country. Because he loves our nation, and because he loves us. All he wanted was a bright future for me, and for my mom as well, though he’d never admit that out loud. He never stopped loving her, even when she exchanged her family for the kind of life we could never give her.”

“Well, Mama. Are you sufficiently enlightened now?” You stay quiet at first, reciting a prayer to the gods and to your ancestors and you place another stone on the pile of rocks.

“I am Jungkook. I am.”

The journey to the south was filled with dread from the very start. The troop left the capital in silence, every man anxious of what is to come. Or rather, who awaits their coming. Seokjin had not said anything before they exited the gates of the capital because he knew words of encouragement would have done nothing to soothe the disquietude evident amongst them. The company had chosen to take a shortcut through the woods, one that will allow them to reach their destination within a shorter period of time.

They already have been traveling for quite some time, yet it feels like they have been for days. There are far fewer villages near the woods where there are to pass, but Seokjin had not expected this particular village to be so different from the others.

Dust rises when the horses halt, Seokjin abruptly putting up his fist in the air. It’s eerily quiet. Empty stalls of goods stand with no merchant behind them. Houses feel empty, with no person coming out and about. A gust of wind passes them, like an omen being whispered into their ears. The hairs at the back of Seokjin’s neck rise.

“What happened here?” A guard from the front asks.

“Jeonha, look!” Another shouts, pointing to a nearby house. A boy comes forth and walks, limps rather, towards them. Seokjin dismounts from his horse and takes a few steps forward. He lets the child come to him, the king lowering on his knees to receive the child. The child approaches Seokjin with a steady pace and with one final step left, he loses all his strength and falls. Luckily, Seokjin’s reflexes are quick enough so he catches the child before he falls to the ground.

“It’s quiet now,” the child mumbles. He takes a deep breath, body quaking with exertion as he does. “They came here…took everything…killed everyone and…s-south,” Seokjin holds him tighter as the boy’s breathing shallows, “Shhh, it’s okay. It’s going to be okay.” He consoles, tears swelling in his eyes as he gently rocks the child in his arms. The boy’s chest stops heaving and he finally closes his eyes. The king’s fingers fly to the child’s neck, looking for a pulse. None. Seokjin’s brows come together in anger, his beautiful face contorting into one of rage.

He stands, the boy in his arms now seemingly smaller and lighter than before. “Namjoon, with me. The rest of you, check the village. See if anybody is still alive, go over every house, every room, every corner. If you see a southerner lurking around, bring him to me.” Seokjin orders. “And I’ll execute him myself.”

As the troop disperses, Seokjin commands Kim Namjoon to look for a shovel and follow him to nearby open lot afterwards. Thankfully, the king doesn’t need to tell the guard what to do. As Namjoon digs a hole, Seokjin gently lays the child on a wooden bench while he looks for a cloth to wrap him in. His heart breaks for this child – that the young boy had to go through so much at such a young age, and now at the time of his death, he couldn’t even be afforded with proper burial rites.

The burial was shorter than expected and Seokjin ends the rite with a prayer to his ancestors and the gods above. The pair sit beside the child’s makeshift resting place for a while, both in deep contemplation. Their reverie is cut short when another guard calls from behind, “Jeonha,” he calls again, breathless, “there is something you must see.”

He leads the pair through the woods and towards a small clearing, where the troop has gathered around. “What’s this?” Seokjin takes his steps cautiously, the group beginning to make way for the king. Once the path clears, Seokjin stops in his tracks. From his peripheral, he sees Namjoon’s failed attempt to not gag at the scene before them.

The villagers. The stench. The message.

Seokjin tries to close his eyes, wanting to forget he even saw something this terrible. But no, the image has already etched itself into his memory forever. He can’t even imagine what type of human would have the guts to do this…monstrosity?

Scattered across the clearing are the villagers, stacked on top of each other, the formation with a similarity uncanny with the rock formation in front of them. The villagers were piled behind the doltap, where one muddy hand from each pile reaches out, holding a scroll with the words written with the villager’s own blood. “You can never keep us out.”

Seokjin’s hands ball into fists as he realizes what instigated this massacre. During the height of the turmoil in the south, he had sent out a proclamation weeks ago to implore the entire nation to remain strong and as one amidst these trying times which put their patriotism to the test.

The doltap is a stack of stones, usually erected at village entrances – a natural representation of guardians of the village, keeping away the bad and inviting the good. It had been tradition for people to pile rocks on top of each other along with symbolisms of their intentions placed near the stack.

Since the proclamation, the citizens had been placing more and more objects in front of their shrines, like a bowl of rice grains or the emblem of the south. Inevitably infuriated with this new practice, the southerners wrecked village after village in rage, leaving nothing but desolation in their wake. These people are but a number from the villages they victimized. Seokjin is lucky this is first and only village he will see.

The sky is a purplish pink by the time they have finished the burial rites for the village. “The sun is setting,” Seokjin announces to the group, “we will take shelter and camp there, by the woods. It will not be smart to individually use the houses here.”

Nobody could sleep a wink that night, especially not the king. He supposed no one could ever, not when you had just witnessed such a horrific sight. He continues to stare at the moon, head swarming with endless thoughts. As he rests his head against the bark of the oak tree, Seokjin’s thoughts race to you, what could you possibly be doing in this hour, if you were thinking of him right now. If you’d taken supper or skipped your meals today. You always did that when you were upset, and he had no doubt you were.

“Namjoon,” Seokjin calls to the trusted guard. Namjoon has been like him the whole night, staring into the distance, curious what the future might hold for them.

“Namjoon.” He calls again, this time with a louder voice, successfully getting the younger man’s attention.

“Jeonha,” Namjoon turns, “my sincerest apologies, but the moon seems to have a wonderful glow tonight. Might this be a good sign?” The guard bows, shame coloring his face as he got caught preoccupied with other things on his mind.

“I too fervently wish for that…I…” He was not about to make the same mistake to Namjoon. Seokjin gets frustrated at the thought of always being a step behind the enemy. He’s made this mistake with Minseok, and he wasn’t about to do the same with Namjoon.

“You wanted to say something, my King?”

“I…I just wanted to thank you, for always being loyal to the throne.” Seokjin is all too aware of what the people are saying. They are his people after all. He ought to know them best. They’re blaming him for these agonizing events, if he just hadn’t sent that proclamation, then this wouldn’t have happened in the first place.

“Only because the throne is worth being loyal to.” Namjoon replies, not missing a beat.

“So,” the king moves to a lighter topic, not wanting to ruin the illustrious mood afforded by the bright sky like this night. “how is the romance in your life? Haesoo, is it?”

The younger man gets caught off-guard, startled at the king’s sudden inquiry and knowledge. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, jeonha,” Namjoon looks down, cheeks starting to tinge with a blush. ‘He can’t give this away’, the guard thinks, suddenly all too aware that the king is sitting right beside him. As all of them had taken a pledge of loyalty to throne and the throne alone, so a relationship between workers of the palace was considered taboo, at least, until Seokjin’s reign.

“Namjoon. I am speaking to you as a friend. And even if I did speak to you as king of the nation, who am I to take control of the matters of the heart? You yourself can’t seem to help it. What more of I?”

“Jeonha, please tell me. What does love feel like?”

“Love comes in many forms, my friend. In fact, it’s everywhere. Personally, I think it’s what makes the world go around, if the studies and calculations of astronomer Lee is correct. What we’re doing right now is love, love for our country, our citizens. The memorials we hold for our late relatives is also a commemoration of our love. Love is not exclusive to human relations though, there is love for animals, love for nature…” The king turns to face the young guard who blinks owlishly back at him.

“I know that wasn’t the kind of love you’re asking about. I’m getting there, worry not, my friend. I just needed context.” Seokjin looks away, partly embarrassed at himself. “As I was saying… there is one kind of love however that I treasure the most, and for me, it’s the kind of love that enraptures you the most: the love for a special person. I hate to say this, but it’s something so complex that it’s indescribable. It makes you feel plenty of emotions all at the same time. For instance, when you see her, you feel your heart pumping out of your chest, or sometimes your heart constricts at the realization that she’s yours and yours alone.”

“That wasn’t that much of a help was it?” Seokjin sighs defeatedly.

“Can I be honest with you, jeonha?” The king nods. “No, not really.” The pair chuckle at that, both relieved that at least they found something to laugh about tonight.

Heaving a sigh, Namjoon turns to face him with glossy eyes. “Well, it is unfortunate that we are not lovers then. Yet. Then I shall ask her to be my betrothed, if we come home.”

“When, Namjoon. When we come home.”

The two continue return their eyes to the moon. It looks bigger tonight. Astronomer Lee says bigger moons bring about luck to all those who look upon it, Seokjin fervently hoping that this journey might somehow be in their favor.

You’ve been tossing around in bed for quite some time now, unable to sleep. Perhaps a cup of milk would do the trick, you thought, pulling the covers away from your body. You wrap a robe over the flimsy garment you usually sleep in and head over to the secret door of your room. It’s been specifically designed to blend in with the wall, only to be used in worst-case scenarios.

Sliding the door open, you creep out of your room, dragging your cotton-clad feet against the wooden floor to make minimal sounds. You head to the bridge connecting your hanok to the palace kitchen. You don’t realize you’re too concentrated on not making noise that you don’t notice the body in front of you. “Jungjeon-mama?” the guard asks, peering down at you. “I’ll just get something from the kitchen, I will be quick.” Discretion could only last for so long. He bows and moves out of the way.

Rummaging through the kitchen as quietly as you can, you silently curse at yourself for not bringing a lamp with you, now all you can do is sniff at the vessels of liquid, hoping that you’ll uncover the right one. Thankfully, you manage to choose the right vessel in no time. As your eyes had adjusted to the light, you manage to grab a ladle and a nearby bowl with almost no noise at all.

As you pour yourself some milk, you return the cover and rest your behind against the table.

You figure it’s time to apologize to her. As you open your mouth to call, a male voice beats you to it. “You’re so beautiful.” Mouth parting in mild surprise, your eyes widen, searching for the voice’s owner. You couldn’t make out who’s voice it belonged to as it was said just barely above a whisper, and you continue peeking through the small space when your eyes land on the captain.

Your hand shoots over your mouth as your lips fall wider apart. It’s finally happening! But wait… you stand up straighter in realization. Namjoon? You’ve heard the guard has been harboring affection towards your favorite court lady for quite some time now. Seokjin was first to notice it, pointing out how Namjoon would sneak glances at Haesoo whenever you were together, both parties walking as one. You heart clenches at the perplexity of the situation.

Surely you’re not meant to stay here and watch the spectacle? Milk was what you came here for, you remind yourself, but like always, curiosity gets the best of you. Jungkook takes another step towards Haesoo, who seems frozen at her spot. Do something lady! You watch as the captain slowly reaches out his hand, the back of his fingers gently caressing the lady’s face. Haesoo leans towards the man’s touch.

“May I?” Jungkook asks, eyes searching for any signs of doubt in Haesoo’s. The girl nods curtly and without waiting any further, Jungkook closes the distance between them. Watching their lips move in sync, you take this as your cue to leave, that is, until you hear a pot clanging against the floor. Your line of vision suddenly returns to the couple to check if someone got hurt, only to find out quite the opposite.

Jungkook has already backed up Haesoo to lean against a table adjacent to the wall. The captain lifts her with ease to sit on the table, Haesoo pulling her knees apart so she could properly hold onto the man, her nimble fingers pulling at Jungkook’s hair. The captain starts smothering her with kisses all over her cheeks, jaws, and neck like a frenzied, starved man. You can’t look away, not when Haesoo is failing miserably at her attempt to keep her whimpering at bay.

Jungkook’s fingers work deftly in undoing the ribbons on her hanbok, lips still trained on lavishing her skin with kisses. As the garment falls easily from Haesoo’s shoulders, Jungkook’s large hand palms her breast while the other is busy kneading the expanse of her thigh. The captain revels in Haesoo’s pliancy, with the girl tilting her head back at Jungkook’s ministrations, begging him for more.

Her hanbok is completely off her torso now, the silk bunching up at hips. Jungkook takes this moment to take a hardened nipple between his lips and swirling his tongue around it as a hand squeezes the supple flesh of the other. Haesoo mewls at the captain’s actions, back arching, words no longer needed to show what she wants, what she desires.

This is wrong. You aren’t supposed to be watching such a private moment, let along seemingly enjoying it. Like Haesoo earlier, you’re just as frozen in your spot as she was.

You no longer see much of Haesoo torso, considering their proximity, but you see Jungkook’s hand removing itself from the assault on her breasts, traveling to her core. She shivers when Jungkook’s fingers swipes against her folds and raising his fingers under the moonlight seeping through the window, observing how wet the tips of his fingers are due to the court lady’s essence.

“Look at you,” Jungkook murmurs in a low voice, watching the slick coating his fingers. “So wet and ready for me. I bet I’d slip right in hmm?”

“Please,” Haesoo begs, hiding her face between his shoulders in pleading. “I need you.” Jungkook seems to have no problem complying, abruptly bring his pants down to his thighs.

You don’t see much due to the lack of light in the room and their compromising position on the table, but this seems all the more thrilling like this. You reprimand yourself, as if Seokjin was lacking in bed. But you have not tried being intimate anywhere else but your room and his office – and the thought of doing it at such a common place like the kitchen where anyone from the palace could easily enter excites you in the strangest way possible.

Surely you can’t be going crazy, can you? Is it normal to find such a spectacle so strangely arousing? The sight of two lovers getting intimate?

Jungkook gently lays her down on the table, pushing her down by her shoulders. He parts her legs wider before adjusting his stance and slowly thrusting his hips forward. Your jaw slackens the same time with Haesoo. You feel your own nipples harden at the sight, the sensitive buds trying to pry through the material.

He pauses for a moment, letting Haesoo adjust to the feeling as his head tilts back, the lady’s velvety walls clenching wonderfully around his cock. When Haesoo tilts her hips, Jungkook takes this as a sign to start moving, each roll of his hips earning a whimper from the writhing girl beneath him. A few more slow rolls and Jungkook thrusts harder, faster, the sound of skin slapping ricocheting against the walls.

A gasp escapes your mouth when the captain maneuvers her legs to rest against his chest and the two stop at once, heads shooting up to look for where the voice came from. Haesoo winces when Jungkook pulls out and puts his pants up.

You flee from the kitchen at once, Jungkook abruptly looking for the intruder, he catches a glimpse of your white-clad figure run towards the door and he briefly questions himself who could you possibly be, but the royal seal at the back of your robe is a little too hard to miss.

Seokjin’s eyelids start to droop, sleep finally taking over him when he hears rustling behind. Namjoon, equally alerted by the sound, stands up and looks around. “Jeonha, we might have company. Please stand.”

It’s awfully quiet now, and the two of them are unsure of its because the troop has fallen asleep or… or if the unspeakable happened… They take a few cautious steps in separate ways, eyes scanning every tree surrounding them.

They wake the troop in silence, warning them of possible danger coming their way. Namjoon orders the company to stay more vigilant than usual, especially in the dark where they won’t able to see if an enemy is lurking around or not. Suddenly a guard falls to the ground, a bow lodged in his back.

“Watch the trees!” Seokjin shouts before chaos ensues. Men coming from all directions charge towards them, the sound of steel clashing against steel echoing throughout the forest. Seokjin’s troop is outnumbered greatly, he realizes. They have to escape before everyone gets killed. “Guards, fall back!” his arms are getting tired too but he can’t find the strength to give up, not when he sees his men falling one by one.

Time seems to slow down around him as he watches each royal guard get shot or stabbed to their death. He backs up slowly, bumping into Namjoon. “You ready?” Seokjin asks, finding it difficult to breath. There’s a slit in his sleeves, a cut a few inches long, feeling the blood trickling down his arm. “’Til death, jeonha.” Namjoon nods, wiping away the blood on his lips with his sleeve.

A group surrounds them – ten to two. “Now!” Seokjin commands, screaming as he charges against the men. He gets kicked at the back, the king falling on his knees. Seokjin’s head bows at the pain, but he plunges his sword to the soil, using it to support his weight as he stands up from his knees. He swings at them, the armed men laughing when he blindly thrusts the sword in the air. He’s been cut again, this time across his pectoral, the stinging pain felt until the tips of his fingers. His vision is getting hazy by the minute. He can’t give up.

Seokjin falls one more time to the ground, his arms bearing all his weight. He sees Namjoon’s body on the side – lifeless. He musters all his strength and attempts to push himself back up one more time. Before he manages to get on his knees, a blade of a sword points at his neck, one more move and the steel will pierce through his skin.

He follows the blade of the sword ‘til he looks up to a masked man with… blonde hair? His eyes narrow at the sight. It was his first time to encounter a man with hair of such color. The man pulls the mask over his head, a healing scar cutting through his right eyebrow and down to his cheek.

“Yoongi?”

“Told you, you can never keep us out.”

That’s the last thing Seokjin hears, as he feels the blade slicing through his abdominals. He falls to the ground, clutching onto his stomach as he spits out the blood accumulating in his mouth. His chest is heaving, everything is hazy. He’s losing consciousness.

The image of you smiling is the last thing he sees before blacking out.

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smilingleoo · 4 years

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Bts reaction- they fall in love with you while they´re on vacation filming Bon Voyage

Request: Hello can I make a request where the reader is on vacation in Malta while BTS is there for Bon Voyage s3 and they end up crossing paths with each other (and maybe fall in love🥴)

Author´s Note: Okay this is weird because I was imagining the exact same thing and (being honest) I was dying to write about it. So, you gave me an excuse ;), enjoy!!!!

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Rm (Kim Namjoon)

Bts was off to the beach.

Surprisingly, cameras were not with them. They were just enjoying themselves sprawled under the blazing sun. Namjoon sighed some stress away from his system and returned to the towels his friends had laid on the sand. Jimin was half-asleep by the time Namjoon arrived, his head covered by his t-shirt. Jungkook and Taehyung were drowning each other in the sea while Yoongi read a book peacefully under the shadows of an enormous tree. Hoseok was chatting with Jin when Namjoon interrupted them-” What are you talking about?”

“ I was scolding Hoseok for spilling my drink”-Jin laughed-” Now I´ll have to stand up and buy another one”

“ I can go for you”-Namjoon smiled. He was already on his feet and he saw no problem in doing Seokjin a tiny favour. Pleased by his offer, the eldest told Namjoon the beverage he wanted and thanked him with a sincere laugh. He made his way to the humble bar exposed in the middle of the beach and, with outstanding English, ordered what Jin wanted. However, as he watched the man mixing liquids in a metal cup, he heard a melodic giggle beside him.

You were the most charming and intriguing person Namjoon had the pleasure to observe. You were talking with one, he supposed, of your friends as the bartender winked at you cheekily. Something weird swirled in Namjoon´s stomach yet he discarded the thought of him being jealous. After all, he hadn´t even met you-” The lady over there has bought you a drink”-the bartender that had seemed to be flirting with you handed Namjoon your gift and gave you a subtle thumbs-up.

Namjoon decided to swallow his nervousness and approached you in quick strides. Looking calm and collected, he took the seat your friend had left available when she saw him coming-” I think I know you”

“ I get told that a lot”-Namjoon chuckled.

“ If you´re feeling uncomfortable, don´t worry”-you said-” I´m not going to harass or kidnap you. You´re safe”

Namjoon completely forgot about Seokjin´s drink.

Jin (Kim Seokjin)

He was going to bre be ak his neck if he kept on glancing over his shoulder so abruptly.

BTS had decided that they needed a night off, choosing a beautiful restaurant to have dinner in. The place was dimly lit and had a menu with all kinds of exotic dishes. Jungkook´s mouth was already prepared to gobble down anything they served. The eldest would have been like the maknae but something had caught his eye when they had first entered the place. As the waiter guide the seven men to their table, Seokjin´s gaze fell on you. Your friends were making jokes while you waited for your meal, a roar of laughter defeaning his ears. All your friends were quite noisy but he didn´t mind. Now, Seokjin had you behind him and his curious self urged him to glance your way every now and then.

“ I mean, she´s cute”-Jimin cackled-” Now I know why Jin-hyung keeps torturing his neck”

“ What are you saying, Jimin-ah?”-Seokjin tried to sound puzzled but his lips failed him, curving at the simple mention of his obvious crush.

“ If you like her so much, you should talk to her”-Namjoon stepped in-” She has already noticed your constant staring anyway”

Seokjin gulped but refrained from making more comments. He finished his dinner faster than he should have and excused himself to the bathroom when he saw how you did the same from the corner of his eye. He made sure not to look like a creep and, with broken English, asked for your number-” I-I...You...ugh...number?”

You giggled and typed down your number on his phone with your name on it-” I´ll try to use Google Translate to understand Korean, don´t worry”

Suga (MIn Yoongi)

They had just finished filming, even though cameras were still tripping around them. Yoongi was tired; he just wanted to drop himself on a towel and sleep until dinner was ready. Jimin had called him a lazy grandfather and he wasn´t wrong, Yoongi knew how old he could appear to be sometimes.

He opened up the towel, threw his hat away and prepared himself for a comforting nap. However, something caught him off guard. The sound of a soothing guitar flew with the gentle wind, guiding Yoongi towards it. Mid-step forward, someone started singing. It was like a gentle balm on Yoongi´s skin; sweet as the most delicious candy. He suddenly found himself staring at you and your friend, a small crowd gathering around you. Everyone was enjoying the show but your eyes landed on him. Yoongi felt how his heart jolted in his chest excitedly. You dropped your gaze as fast as lightning, recognizing the male idol instantly.

You were a fan of his producing skills and meaningful songs.

Yoongi was so charmed that he couldn´t help himself but to approach you when the song was over-” You are really good”

“ It´s a lot coming from someone as talented as you”-a soft crismon spread across your cheeks and he swore he had already fallen in love.

Jhope (Jung Hoseok)

Bts had gone to a special event tonight.

Professional dancers were performing on the stage in front of their table, swaying their hips and twirling each other in a sort of choreography Hoseok was mesmerized with. He couldn´t explain why but he felt attracted to the dance, feeling the music as it hugged his senses comfortably.

However, all his sanity left his body when the dancers started ushering people on to the stage. From a near table, they picked you up and Hoseok nearly fainted. You were extremely beautiful, with your white dress matching the pretty flower crowned on your head. You giggled as you tried to follow their steps, tossing your arms and legs happily. You had Hobi completely entranced without even noticing-” Here! Here!”-Jungkook waved his hand.

The dancer was quick to walk towards their table, a knowing smirk on her face. She pulled Hoseok and nearly pushed him your way. With a sheepish smile, he laughed and offered you to dance, which you accepted gladly.

Jimin (Park Jimin)

Jimin accepted right away when Taehyung asked him to go for a walk through the beach.

It was a beautiful, hot day. The sun pierced with its warm rays like boiling water on Jimin´s cloth-covered torso as he talked with Taehyung about everything and nothing at the same time. Children played with the puddled sand while their parents watched them from afar, usually reading a book quietly under the soothing shadows. Some people even dashed into the fresh water to reduce the heat in their bodies, splashing tiny drops on their way in. Jimin watched them with a smile until he heard someone screaming from the burning beach-” Y/N, we are ordering some drinks!”

As if summoned, you swam towards the beach. Jimin´s eyes widened as he eyed you from every angle possible. Could you be any more perfect? He seriously doubt it. You were so eager to reach your friend and he was so entranced by your beauty that you collided. Your drenched swimsuit accidentally dampened his white t-shirt, showing off his abdomen. You blushed furiously, averting your gaze. Jimin chuckled at your innocence and decided to introduce himself like he had rehearsed a million times-” Hi, I´m Jimin”

“ I´m-”

“ Y/N!”-your friend called one more time. You glared at her but sighed defeated. Jimin knew he couldn´t let you go without asking for your number. Fortunately, you were more than willing to do so, adding a cute heart besides your contact name in his phone.

V (Kim Taehyung)

He didn´t mean to interrupt for improvised photoshoot.

But he saw your friend struggling with the camera, so he decided to jump in. He thought that your beauty shouldn´t go to waste because of some poorly taken photos. He had to admit that he had more fun than he thought he would. You were so outgoing and open-minded that he just felt like talking to you for hours. Your friend was really interested in his knowledge too, marvelling by all the tiny details Taehyung had to offer. Once you and your friend were satisfied with the amount of photos taken, the moon was starting to claim the sky.

Taehyung seemed reluctant to go and you clearly felt the same way. However, his hyungs would start worrying if he was gone for too long. Therefore, you took his phone and searched for your instagram acount-” So you can see your amazing photos”

Oh, Taehyung had fallen hard.

Jungkook (Jeon Jungkook)

Jungkook was bored.

His hyungs were all taking a nap or reading under the beautiful afternoon sun. He tried to relax and maybe get some extra rest but he just couldn´t stay still. It wasn´t in Jungkook´s nature, although he snored like a truck driver. Besides, how could he close his eyes when you had entered the beach shouting and showing off your natural beauty. His gaze was obnoxiously glued on you and your bright self. Moreover, you were playing beach volley and you were killing it.

Could he fall in love with someone without even meeting them?

Well, he was questioning logic now. In the middle of his crisis, the ball had flown his way landing in front of him. Jungkook froze when you approached, grabbing the object before smiling-” Hey, we need another another player”-you said confidently-” Do you want to play?”

He didn´t need Namjoon to understand what you were asking. With an eager nod, he followed you like a puppy. After running, falling and excesively sweating, both of you decided to relax in the water. Jungkook got to know a lot about you and he was certain that he wanted to keep the conversation going. In an act of spontaneous bravery, he asked were you where staying and if you wanted to hang out.

Obviously, you said yes.

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SOMEBODY ELSE / 02.

SYNOPSIS / After years of working up the courage to confess his feelings for you, Min Yoongi decides to give up and move on from the unrequited position he has put himself in. However, when you discover his veiled attraction towards you, you dwell on what could have been. You find yourself ready to reciprocate the same sentiment for him, only you’re too late when he reveals he has already found someone else. Consequently, you’re lured into a series of meaningless and warped encounters from the one person you swore to avoid.

FEATURING / Primarily featuring Min Yoongi and Kim Taehyung.

GENRES / Angst, romance, mature, some fluff, unrequited love, & friends to lovers (?).

WARNINGS / This chapter contains alcohol consumption, graphic language, mentions of sexual activity, and other mature themes.

WORD COUNT / 15k words.

TABLE OF CONTENTS / To be redirected and get the latest on the story, click on the table of contents.

NOTES / After god knows how long, it’s finally here. I want to apologize now for how delayed this chapter was. For context, this was supposed to be completed by December 2019 but due to some poor organization and scheduling on my part, I’m so sorry that this is like, 2-3 months delayed. This will be a very short series (either 4-5 parts only), so I will be sure to start outlining part 3 as soon as possible. Again, this series was inspired by the famous sitcom, Friends with a lot less comedy and a little bit more angst. Feedback is very much appreciated as always. Thank you to those who have showed their love for part 1; I really appreciate it. ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

“Yoongi better not put the blame on me for being late. I will cut someone who brings up the fact that I’m always late.” Cluttered in the back seat of the Uber driver’s car, you pulled out a crisp five dollar bill out of your purse and offered it to the patient man who sat at the driver’s seat. Notoriously known for his antiques of being fashionably late, Jimin first hops out of the back seat of the car and offers his hand to ease your exit out of the vehicle.

“I got ready an hour and a half earlier than usual and I was done just in time.” He offers his arm for you to cling onto and you savor the warmth of his clothed body. He wore a crispy white button shirt with the top buttons undone to expose the expensive jewelry that adorned his neck. The sleeves rolled up to his elbows to expose his milky skin. Skin tight leather pants practically pasted on his long legs and you could already feel the stares of the long line outside of the club at the posse’s arrival.

“It’s fine. Yoongi isn’t one to throw a fit over something like this.” You scoff clinging so closely to his warmth. In contrast to Jimin’s neutral colored attire, you opted to wear a two-pieced ensemble. The crop top ending at the middle of your torso and your skin tight pencil skirt ending right at the middle of your thigh. The sparkling material still shimmering in the moonlight.

Just in case the weather wasn’t in your favor, you clutched on a large leather jacket on your arm along with a plain black clutch that contained your phone and a few paper bills necessary for any emergencies throughout the night.

“It’s literally been six months since those two let us know that they’ve been secretly seeing each other. I still don’t understand how you never realized Hobi has been fucking with Michelle for a year.” With a simple shake of your head, at the corner of your eye, you see Seokjin awaiting with his hands tucked inside the depths of his pockets.

“Where the fuck have you two been?” He seethed taking long strides towards where you stood waiting for the arrival of another vehicle.

“Since they’re renovating Michelle’s bathroom, they have deprived me of my own bathroom.” You grimaced at the thought of the couple taking their time in the shower, refusing to hop inside the same shower that the couple resided in for a decent hour. “I had to drive over to Jimin’s place to actually get ready. It turns out traffic is a bitch and - well, here we are.”

“You may have to sanitize your bathroom tomorrow or something.” Jimin murmurs underneath his breath.

Seokjin shivered at your story and he grimaced at the thought of his two closest friends fucking in the shower for nearly an hour. “Fuck, alright, it was good enough for me. Let’s see if it’s good enough for Yoongi.” He scrolls through his contacts, only to tap on Yoongi’s name placing the mobile device on his ear. “Yeah, we’re here - Hoseok and Michelle are running a little la - oh, okay, see you.” Tapping on the red button on his screen, Seokjin motions his head over to the very beginning of the line were two bouncers held clip boards with a large list of names attached.

“Yoongi should be at the front to confirm with the bouncers.” Seokjin muttered while he paved the way towards the very first person in line. You hear a series of curses coming from club-goers while they accuse the three of you for cutting in front of the line. However, at the right time, the large doors reveal the man of the hour himself.

You weren’t aware of how tightly you clutched onto Jimin’s arm as Yoongi reveals himself to the crowd.

It’s been nearly two weeks since you had last seen him. He had been promoting alongside a bunch of the artists he has worked with the entire month and, just recently, he had bleached his hear a nearly platinum blonde.

It was a new look on him - definitely something new.

The bright blonde hair stuck out like a sore thumb to you… in a good way. You didn’t expect to like it.

His mane had been slightly ruffled to one side. He probably did it himself knowing just how lazy he had been when it came to making himself look presentable. The outfit, though, was a stark contrast from what you had imagined. He wore a black turtle neck tucked underneath a pair of skinny black jeans with a leather belt that you had gifted him for Christmas. He complemented the rest of the outfit with a leather jacket and, suddenly, you’re hyper aware of the fact that Jimin is shaking you as gently as possible.

All eyes are on you as you remain glued to the concrete floor.

“Are you just going to stand there and gawk at me or are you going to give me a hug?” Yoongi playfully scoffs at you, but you feel your weak arms let loose of the grip it had on Jimin’s arms and he encourages you to walk ahead of you.

As you both entered the nightclub, you are greeted by a conglomerate of people already raiding the dance floor and the bar that had resided adjacent to it. But your entire world stops spinning when you his arms - so foreign - wrap themselves around your frame before you respond back to his actions by slithering your arms around his neck.

“I missed you.” You admitted out loud to yourself and he chuckled into your hair before he pulls you away.

“I was only gone for a month. I told you that you could’ve came with Tiffany to visit.” The name still made your throat swell up and you chewed on the inside of your cheek, shaking your head.

“I figured I’d be third wheeling since I was the only one willing to come and see you.” Rolling your eyes at his statement, Yoongi’s eyes begins searching for something across the second level of the night club.

“Tiffany should be with my co-produer right now. I don’t know if you remember him - Namjoon?” You nod at once when you see Namjoon trying to have a private conversation with Tiffany as he leans in to talk into her ear. “She’s definitely milking this night more than I am.” You are reminded once again that this was Yoongi’s night. Just recently, three of the songs he had produced had been nominated for a multiple music awards and this was a celebratory night for the record label. On top of that, it was the company’s New Year’s Eve party and Yoongi was given the opportunity to invite as many people as he can.

“I’m proud of you.” You practically yell into his ear as he guides you over to the bar where Seokjin is already talking up the bartender and Jimin is ordering the necessary drinks for the newcomers. “I know I’ve said it a lot through text messages, but I just wanted to… say it out loud this time. I really am proud of you, Yoongi. You’re living the dream you always wanted.”

There was a small glint of melancholy in his eye, but you don’t quite catch it when you turn your attention to the drink that Jimin passes over to you. You decide to offer the drink over to Yoongi and bring it up in the air. “Congratulations, Yoongi. What a way to end the year, huh?” You laugh when you take small sips of the drink before passing the other drink over to him.

“Thank you. I wouldn’t have done it without you.” His sentence is left hanging in the air. It’s ambiguity very clear to the both of you and the tension in the atmosphere is so dense that you are left trying to breathe so deeply. “I - I wouldn’t have done it without any of you.” He refers to Seokjin and Jimin as well before they pass him over a bottle of beer.

Your relationship with Yoongi got more and more complicated from the very first encounter you both had six months ago. Just a mere six months had passed by before your relationship with him was put at a fine line.

It took a decent month for things to cool down. You both buried yourselves in work, both made the excuses of passing up on any group hang outs and - for some odd reason - you both synchronized in not seeing each other. Until the cycle broke during Tiffany’s birthday where she personally wanted everyone at the group to be there. One month of not seeing his face or hearing his voice, you thought you could survive with the mere thought that he existed in the same universe as you did. But that wasn’t enough. You were slow to warm up to the idea of even making things right between the both of you.

You weren’t so sure when things started feeling somewhat the same again.

But it was when the news dropped that Hoseok and Michelle got together. Hoseok, being Yoongi’s roommate, and Michelle, being your roommate, had been sneaking our behind your backs late at night participating in unspeakable encounters. You remembered it so vividly like it was yesterday. Hoseok mentioned that he had to go out of town for a business meeting and you planned on visiting your mom’s for the weekend. However, your own mother ended up cancelling after she had an emergency at work only for you to come back to see Yoongi waiting at your front door dumbfounded.

He had caught them red handed when Tiffany requested that he would drop off a pair of shoes she had borrowed from Michelle earlier that month.

It was a big mistake to return the shoes that evening.

But it was almost a blessing in disguise for everybody.

The cat was out of the bag; Hoseok and Michelle had been seeing each other and you and Yoongi were left to piece the puzzles together only to end the evening in a total state of chaos and reprieve.

From then on, things were slightly coming undone. The tension between the two of you had lifted in the air and you were back to unconsciously suppressing your feelings for him and, suddenly, the pain you experienced seeing him with Tiffany had been numbed out. Though you weren’t necessarily happy to see him with her, you were more than grateful that you weren’t really suffering at this point forward.

It wasn’t until they decided to move in with each other where the familiarity of torment rose from the depths of your stomach. You remembered them announcing it at a movie night Michelle had organized and, immediately, everyone’s curious eyes had alternated from yours and Yoongi’s.

You avoided his stare for the longest time, not wanting to risk the chance of physically vomiting.

But you thanked Michelle for helping you push through that evening.

“If it makes you feel any better, it didn’t look like he was too happy moving in with her.” The words echoed in your head repeatedly, but you remembered just how much of a good person Yoongi is. He didn’t gloat on purpose on your face. Tiffany made the announcement to share such good news to entire posse.

It was something to be proud of for Yoongi; he was moving forward from a healthy relationship… and that’s all you could really ask for.

The party came to full swing at the arrival of Hoseok and Michelle. They were quick to greet and apologize for their late arrival to Yoongi, but he refused to listen to their excuse. More so, he was just happy that they were able to attend. At this point, you can feel the heels you wore starting to be more of a nuisance than a fashion statement from all of Jimin’s dancing. But the drunken demeanor kept you distracted from the pain at the soles of your foot.

Not even one drink into the night, Michelle demanded that you save her a dance for the both of you but Jimin had been too busy twirling you around in the middle of the dance floor resulting in you seeing stars as you guffawed into his chest.

At the corner of your eye, you can see that Jimin’s dance skills had earned him a decent size of admirers - nothing special about that but you knew that once he found that one girl he was willing to hook up with, you were going to be left all alone with no one to kiss that evening.

For the most part, you were more than okay with not sharing the tradition with anybody. Normally, a simple peck on the mouth from Michelle was enough for you to participate in the tradition, but she had Hoseok now. It was a ludicrous idea to even feel remotely excluded from a silly tradition as a new year’s kiss, but Seokjin already had his eye on the bartender. Inevitably, you knew Yoongi would have Tiffany to share the kiss with. You’ve grown so used to the idea of Yoongi and Tiffany being so intimate with each other, but the pain had been so numbed down that you were just accustomed to the feeling.

The only two people left to find people to kiss had been you and Jimin and he made a deal that he would be your friendly date for the evening, even going so far to offer a smooch at the strike of midnight.

So when you saw the one girl he had his eyes on, you furrowed your brows at him, chewing on your cheek. “You’re my date, Jiminie.” You slurred and he rolls his eyes.

“Oh, c’mon, YN. She’s really cute. I’ll give you a midnight kiss, but I just want to get her number, please?” He coaxes as he guides you through the dance floor and you turn your head to the girl who had been eyeing him the entire time.

“She is cute.” You sighed, slowly releasing from his hold. Suddenly, he spun you into someone else, crashing into their chest as you grunted at Jimin’s abrupt motion. “You better be back in 10 minutes! I’m going to be real upset if you don’t kiss me at the countdown!”

Clutching onto the arms of a stranger, you slowly pull away from their hold only to realize that this was no stranger.

It had been Yoongi who was caught off guard as he held you in his arms. The song blasted so loud in your ears; the song that he had produced and your cheeks flamed a scarlet tint at the proximity of your bodies.

“Jimin’s kissing you at midnight?” You scoff at his playful sneer and you chew on the inside of your cheek, rolling your eyes at his chuckle. “Oh, c’mon, YN. You seriously want to be one of the simpletons who participate in a new year’s kiss?” Yoongi’s choice of words ensues you to erupt in a series of laughter and you unconsciously feel your body gravitate closer and closer to his as the amplitude of the music increases in your ears.

The night club had been too loud that you had to lean into his ear to respond back to him. “Well, you must be one since you’ll have Tiffany to kiss tonight.” You retort back to him before pulling away. His hands had been placed gently onto the small of your waist. It wasn’t low, but respectfully high so it didn’t seem so awkward having to sway to the rhythm of the song he had produced. “Where is she, anyway? She’s supposed to be the one dancing with you right now!”

“Bathroom.” He simply answers into your ear as your bodies bump into each other in the middle of the dance floor. “She’ll be back soon.”

The friction of your bodies against each other made your throat hot and your cheeks hotter than ever. You nodded once simply before realizing just how long you had been this close with each other. It’s been months since he held you like this in his arms. Instinctively, you feel your arms slithering themselves around his neck, still able to dance nonchalantly.

“Tiffany won’t be upset that I’m dancing with you?” You practically yell into his ear before he shakes his head, just as intoxicated as you were. The heavy scent of beer clinging so closely to his skin and mouth and you swallowed hard when your eyes shoot towards his pillowy petals.

“She’s not the jealous type.” He simply replies and you catch his eyes lower onto your glossed lips. Tilting your head to get a good read of his visage, the DJ hired for the event began screaming to the crowd that there was merely 5 minutes left before the clock strikes midnight.

“I would have pinned her to be the jealous type.”

“You are though.” He counters and you are left to knit your brows together, denying his statement before he rolls his eyes as he unconsciously closes the space between the both of you.

“I am not the jealous type.”

“You literal threw a fit when Jimin wanted to dance with that one other girl.” He justified and you rolled your eyes once more, clearly not accepting defeat. Yoongi swallows hard as you habitually pout your bottom lip clearly not enjoying being accused of letting the green-eyed monster take over you.

“He promised he’d kiss me.” You declared, scrunching your nose in the process.

Losing all sense of logic, Yoongi chuckles darkly, digits digging onto your exposed skin at your waist. “You’re such a brat.”

“Oh, now, I’m a brat?” You whine playfully, exasperated of his accusations. This earned a large gummy smile stretching on his mouth and you were hyperaware of how long it had been since it had been since you two bonded like this. It felt so nostalgic to have him this close, have him be this playful with you. Within that moment, it was blissful - forgetting of who was around you, forgetting about the confession made months ago.

“I missed you, YN.” He sighs blissfully, laughing and leaning forward, bumping foreheads with each other.

“I - I missed you, too.” Both of you had the wides smiles on each others faces. Guffawed laughters shared between your dancing bodies and, at that very moment, you were happy. You are taken back to a time where you two can be effortlessly yourselves with each other. You did not have to analyze your actions and words around him; everything was done purely out of pure desire.

You thought your actions would have no repercussions.

You were taken back to a time where you were two best friends, probably unconsciously in love with each other.

But the realization sets in that this was not some fantasy story. The smiles on your visages disappear very slowly at the realization that you can’t go back to where you had been nearly six months ago. Still having your foreheads pressed against each other, noses bumping with eyes fully pinched shut at the feeling of his hot breath fanning your face.

“I - I have to go find Jimin.” You sigh, itching and craving just to feel the slightest touch of his lip on yours. The DJ announces that there is one measly minute left - one measly minute to go looking for the guy you were supposed to kiss, yet you spent what little seconds you had to be with the guy you could not have.

“YN…” He sighs, opening his eyes. You are met his half-lidded eyes yet you read the desire, desperation, and exhaustion in his irises. “You don’t know how bad I want to kiss you.” Your heart stopped beating at that very moment and when the thirty second countdown begun, your sober consciousness had been screaming at you to pull away from his grip. But, deep inside, you felt your heart swell to a tenfold at his confession.

You had to chant to yourself that he was drunk.

You probably didn’t hear him correctly.

But your mind was no longer playing tricks on you when you feel his mouth move ever so closely, just centimeters away from the skin of your lips and he was a million miles away from you when Jimin saves you and Yoongi a million years of regret. Just in time, Tiffany finally squeezes through the crowd, glad to have found her rightful boyfriend at the perfect moment.

“There you are! I swear I was looking everywhere for you!” Eyes wide, Yoongi controls his breathing as he is faced with the girl he is supposed to be spending the evening with. She smiles unknowingly at him and then at Jimin and yourself. The tension was so thick in the air that you do not have the words to countdown.

“Five, four, three, two — Happy New Year!” Jimin’s gentle hands caresses your cheek and you read the sympathy in his eyes when you see Tiffany tip her toes to place feather-like kisses on Yoongi’s — the lips you desperately sought to feel on yours.

With tears in your eyes, you held them there, but Jimin read you very well. His thumb caresses the corners of your mouth, soothing the familiar pain arising in your chest. “Happy New Year, YN.�� He sighs before he leans down to place a very delicate, quick kiss onto your mouth. You savored the comfort of your friend and you pull away only to pull him into a well-deserved hug.

“Happy New Year, Jimin.” He doesn’t let you go when he feels your body go limp in his arms.

“You can just drop me off here.” The Uber driver who sat in front of you came to a slow stop at the curb and you searched through your purse to offer the quiet man a ten dollar bill, offering him a kind smile. “Have a happy new year, sir.”

He thanks you for your gratitude before you carefully exit the vehicle. Your barefoot hitting the cold concrete floor as you clutch onto your heels. You closed the door right behind you as you began the long journey from the entrance of your apartment complex parking lot onto the front door of your unit.

You’ve sobered up a bit, still a bit tipsy from the hard liquor, but you were slowly getting there. The vivid memories of the past hour made your heart swell and shatter all at once as the scene replayed in your head. You knew yourself well enough that if you encountered Yoongi one more time that evening, you would not have been able to stay sane.

Your legs took smaller and slower strides towards your unit and when you begin to fish the keys out of the depths of your clutch, you come to an immediate halt as you see a tall, dark figure hovering around your door. You really needed to have a conversation with the homeowner’s association to add brighter lights at night because suddenly your senses had been heightened at the stranger’s presence.

“E - Excuse me, sir, is there somebody you’re looking for?” Your voice so small yet so familiar to the stranger and he spins around, surprised to see such a familiar face look completely different right before your eyes. “T - Taehyung?”

“You nearly scared the living shit out of me sneaking up on me like that.” The timbre of his voice deep and warm and his hushed tones tickled the back of your neck. He looked so different from the last time you saw him.

His dark long locks slightly curled and messy from, what you can only assume, the holiday festivities. He sported a silk button up t-shirt tucked underneath a pair of dark washed skinny jeans. However, he was wise to wear a large coat around his broad shoulders. However, you raise your brows as he nursed a bottle of champagne on his arm and you tilt your head as you studied the change in appearance.

He was still the same yet he looked like a change man.

“Wh - what are you doing here?”

“Right.” He shook his head, whispering to himself as he offers you a soft grin. “I was in town for work. My flight was supposed to be tomorrow afternoon, but they airline company had to cancel due to some scheduling incident.”

You swallowed hard as you awaited for him to continue his story. Meanwhile, he stood right across from you - this time, he studied the way you presented yourself that evening. Your hair is much longer. He compared the length to the last time you had seen each other. Your skin was paler due to the winter season at its peak. There was less sun and he could only assume that you covered yourself from head to toe. You had lost some weight yet you looked relatively healthy. The bags underneath your eyes seem to sunk deeper onto your skin.

Who knew in a matter of six months so much has changed?

“That - that doesn’t explain why you’re in front of my door step.” You retort shyly, encouraging him to explain himself further.

“I don’t leave for New York in two days.” He swallowed before he held the wine bottle in his hand. “I - I figured I would stop by and say hi.”

His appearance wasn’t the only thing that changed.

The way he spoke to you so shyly as if this was your first time meeting each other. He points towards your door with a look of suggestion. “Can I come in? Who knew the west coast would be so fucking cold?” He practically shivers, surprised to see you able to keep yourself warm. Perhaps due to the alcohol still in your body and you decide to make a move on it as you begin to unlock the apartment only to reveal a semi-presentable living room.

“I apologize for the mess. We were all in a rush to go to this New Year’s Eve party, so we didn’t have a chance to clean ourselves up.” Tossing the keys over to the coffee table, you strip yourself off of your leather jacket to hang it at the coat rack. Thankfully, Hoseok and Michelle left the heating on because you were greeted with warmth and the smell of vanilla and marshmallows in the air when you decide to light a candle to create a homier ambience.

“I see you’re one of those types who decide to wait ’til January to take down their Christmas decorations.” He jeers at you and you chuckle at his comment before you point towards the sofa for him to get comfortable in.

“I am not. Michelle and I put so much effort into actually making this place look good, so why waste our efforts when winter season hasn’t ended?” You counter and he decides to slip the coat right off of his torso and you stare at the slight tug of his collar to expose his translucent skin. “Did you want me to get you a glass for your champagne?”

“You should get yourself one as well because we’re drinking this together.” His forwardness still remained the same and you rolled your eyes before you began searching through the cupboard for decent glasses only to find two pairs of coffee mugs that you and Michelle purchased at Target. When you open the drawer to capture the wine bottle opener, you toss it over to Taehyung who began unwrapping the wine to reveal the cork and he attempts to effortlessly remove the cork with ease.

You amble over to where he sat and you offer him your pink mug which he knits his brows in confusion and you shrug at his reaction only to watch him pour a quarter full of the alcohol into Michelle’s blue mug.

“I probably should have said this when I first saw you, but here’s to a happy new year.” He finishes pouring his own serving before he raises the pink mug for you to clink at and you toast right back to him before you take small sips of the cool champagne, savoring the warmth that coats your throat later. “You said you were at a party.”

You nod at his statement only to place the mug on the coffee table, making yourself comfortable with the space in between the both of you.

“I was.”

“And it’s 1:30 in the morning and you’re home so early?”

“Correct.”

“Why?”

“I just wasn’t feeling it.”

He raises his eyebrows when he takes larger sips of his champagne only for him to lean back and look right at you with curious eyes. “This doesn’t have to do anything with Yoongi, by any chance?”

Trying not to offer him any reaction, you sat there with a neutral expression shaking your head.

“Nope, not at all.”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“I am not lying.” Your pitches increases and he shakes his head, deciding to drop the subject.

“Okay, clearly, you don’t want to discuss Yoongi.” He starts softly before he takes a scoot closer to where you sat. “How is Michelle? I’m pretty sure she still doesn’t like me, but I think it’s polite to inquire about someone who is near and dear to you.”

You erupt in a fit of laughter only for him to offer you a boxy grin and your palm wraps around the expanse of the mug on your lap. “She’s doing well. It turns out she’s been sleeping with Hoseok — I don’t know if you remember him —“

“The choreographer, right?”

“Yup, that one.” You correct before you took small sips of the champagne into your lips, already feeling the familiar buzz earlier that evening. “They’ve been keeping their relationship a secret ever since the beginning of this — oh, well, last year now and we only found out halfway through the year.” You shrugged at the revelation only for him to nod along.

“What about the other two? The chef and that guy I took headshots of for a casting he was trying to do for that one photoshoot?”

“The chef is Seokjin. But he is now a proud owner of a restaurant. It took a lot of investors and a lot of fucking money from his savings account, but the place is doing really well. Jimin is the guy you took headshots of; he’s not an actual model, just something we thought we’d do for fun, but he’s really just an art curator.” You read Taehyung’s face and he is utterly taken aback by Jimin’s career choice.

“Who would’ve thought?” Suddenly, you are presented with an opportunity to view Taehyung from a different perspective.

You didn’t know who was sitting right across from you and you see his mouth move but don’t hear the words coming out of them.

“H - huh?” You stammer, coming to a realization that you appreciated his seemingly interest in your life.

“I was asking if you still worked for that internship you were in since junior year.”

“Uh, yeah, they’ve been training me to be an assistant to the division head of advertising. I wasn’t really expecting to be a candidate, but they figured since I did technically work with them the longest, I sort of know the ropes around the company.” Finishing the remaining contents of your mug, you see Taehyung offer you a proud grin, swiping his tongue right across his rosy petals.

“Just one step closer to being a division head.” He encouraged and you feel warmth flutter in your chest, appreciating just how much he was proud of your achievements.

However, he truly meant it.

He has witnessed all of the trials and tribulations you went through to earn a permanent spot in the company you were currently working at. There was stiff competition, but he was there to remind you that you were worthy to achieve the goals as long as you worked hard. The stress of the internship got the best of you and you could only offer him so much of your time. Whenever he’d tried to offer comfort, half of the time, Taehyung succeeded in alleviating any frustrations.

But there was always one guy who beat you to it the other half of the time.

You were in denial when Taehyung was curious about the nature of your friendship with Yoongi.

He tread cautiously when it came to him. But as time went on, he could no longer bite his tongue and keep his thoughts to himself.

He had been your boyfriend at that time and he felt that he had some right to give his opinion regarding your friendship with Yoongi. He didn’t demand much — his time was to implicitly convince you that you possessed the same feelings as Yoongi did to you.

When Taehyung felt like he had enough of your denial and Yoongi’s obvious efforts, he surrendered his position and decided to take a step back, clearly not wanting to be a part of a cat and mouse game.

But he was a victim of it.

He wasn’t the same man he was the beginning of the year, though.

He’s more solemn and more accepting. He was more conscious of other’s feelings and perspective of things — he had a better understanding of others and he’s definitely had a better understanding of you.

Downing the rest of the alcoholic beverage inside the pastel-colored mug, Taehyung settles it at the coffee table before he runs his long digits through his textured hair.

“So what’s the real reason why you’re home, YN?”

The silence was overwhelming, but you find comfort in his presence. It wasn’t intimidating despite the way his eyes examined your much smaller frame from head to toe as you took measly sips from your own mug.

Was there even a point in lying?

“Yoongi said he wanted to kiss me.”

“Did you want to kiss him?”

Surprised with your speedy response, you nodded once, realizing the grip around the circumference of the mug.

“But you didn’t, right? You’re not like that.”

You shook your head silently and, now, you’re met with the familiar swell around your throat like somebody had been choking you gently, forcing you to hold onto your last breath.

“I — I would never do that, but… if Jimin didn’t come and save the day, I — I think we would have gotten into a seriously sticky situation.” The memory of Yoongi’s body against yours, the heat of his breath and words fanning against your scarlet face, and the scent of his cologne and cherries off of his skin — Tiffany’s scent. “It can’t happen again.”

“What’d Jimin do?”

“He kissed me instead.”

Raising one brow at you, he pokes the tip of his tongue to swiped across his thick petals.

“Jimin kissed you?”

You nodded once.

“Is this another guy I was supposed to be worried about?” He jokes which earned a song-like chortle erupting from your throat. The sound of your laughter spreads a warmth deep inside this chest. He enjoyed the way your voice filled with so much hope and how your worries were stripped away from you when you giggled.

“He promised he’d kiss me at the countdown.” Your statement earned a chuckle from him and he shakes his head, ridiculing your request. “I didn’t want to be the only who didn’t have anyone to kiss.”

“I didn’t have anyone to kiss at the countdown.” Taehyung simply states and you forced yourself not to stare at his lips but you, obviously, fail at this because he catches you red-handed at the instinctive motion. Your irises immediately shoot to his mouth and you swallow hard.

“You didn’t kiss anybody.”

“Not yet at least.”

You despised the cocky sneer on his face, rolling your eyes as you grabbed a cushion and shoving it in his face.

“I was kidding, I was kidding!” A hearty laughter erupts from the depths of his stomach.

But you did miss his cocky personality. It was a playful side of him and his comments seemed very much nostalgic of when you had first met him. When the fits of laughter settled into a comforting silence, he clears his throat when you see his boxy smile disappear into a more calming position. “Okay, hypothetically speaking, if I said I wasn’t kidding,“ He admits before he swiped his tongue across his mouth to wet his lips. “Would you kiss me right now? Be my first kiss for the year?”

The way the tone of his voice change in a millisecond knocks you out of your seat. You’re aware that you’re holding your breath as you examine his features for the umpteenth time that evening.

Did you want to kiss him?

“That depends.”

“Depends on what?”

Is he single? Was he seeing someone in New York?

“Are you seeing anybody?”

“I haven’t had time to meet anybody, YN.” He scoots his frame closer to where you sat whilst he leans his upper body closer to your smaller face.

Does he expect anything to happen that evening?

“If I do kiss you, are you expecting we go further?”

“Depends on the kiss.” He was so quick to his replies as if he’s thought this moment so many times in his heads.

Has he imagined this moment?

He takes his sweet time leaning in to your face. All throughout this tantalizing moment, he hovers over your lips careful not to touch your skin on yours. The smell of vanilla lingers from your skin and your breath smells of champagne.

“You want to kiss me?”

“If I say yes, would that change your decision?"

You thought about it for a moment before the tip of his nose collides very softly against yours and you can’t help but chuckle at the action, scrunching your nose in the process.

“Hm, I’m not so sure.” Your playful tone gave Taehyung further encouragement to lean in closer, just two lips barely brushing against each other.

Eyes half-lidded with so much fondness for you. He stares lovingly into your eyes before they fall on the two petals threatening to pucker against his own. The comfort that emerged from his chest so familiar to him.

“You didn’t say please.” You teased.

He breathes a chuckle fanning your face in the process.

“YN,” He starts as he pulls away very slowly from your face, missing the warmth of his own breath on your face. “Would you do me the honor of being my first kiss for the year, please?”

A series of laughter fills the room and Taehyung could care less if you said yes or if you had said no because it was more than enough for him to see that he has made your night somewhat better and you appreciated the way he helped you completely forget Yoongi — at least for the past 15 minutes, he’s helped you completely forget Yoongi.

“Yes, Taehyung, I would be delighted to be your first kiss of the year.” The sounds of your laughter soon fade into silence. You sat still where you were positioned and Taehyung froze in a subtle manner as he examined you from your eyes down to your lips.

His digits tickled the skin on your cheek to the back of your neck and an eruption of goosebumps appear on your skin. You emitted one breath that visibly fans his face before you flutter your eyes closed as you feel his pillowy petals on your own.

There was a hesitance from both your mouths. Your touch on his felt so fragile, afraid that the slightest addition of pressure onto your mouth would have you falling apart. The tickle and warmth of his fingers caressing the skin of your cheek allowed you to relax and lean in forward into the kiss. Taehyung took this as a sign that you were enjoying this so much more than usual. He pokes his tongue momentarily, tasting the bitter flavor of the champagne lingering in your mouth. A sigh erupts from your mouth and the conscious voice in your head tells you to pull away before things go further — before you do anything you regret.

“Taehyung,” You swallow every ounce of desire when you attempt to peel your body off of his. “We can’t do this again. We’re different now.” He nods his head in agreement, swiping his tongue across the expanse of his mouth. “We’re different, but that doesn’t mean my feelings for you has changed.” You were left speechless; mouth open with no words slipping between your lips. “We’ve changed for the better, YN.” Hesitant at first, Taehyung musters all the courage to reach for your fragile digits that laid upon your thigh. First, he fiddled with the pad of your fingers before he laces them around his hands.

“I’m not this college asshole boyfriend who controls over every aspect of your life.” He confesses looking into your eyes. “Just give me one more shot, YN. I can show you that I’m better.”

“But I — I don’t think I’ve changed for the better, Tae.” You feel your fingers unlacing away from his and you could feel your heart drop on the floor. “I don’t even know if I’m ready for another chance in any sort of relationship.” It came out as a scrutinizing joke, but it was the cruel truth you had to face.

The silence was a little too overwhelming for your liking.

You were thankful the silence wasn’t as uncomfortable to him as it were to you. Because the pad of his index finger lifts your chin up and his eyes meets your once again. “You’re still in love with him, aren’t you?”

Choosing not to reply to his answer, you did not want your face to give away any sort of response for him, so you chewed on the inside of your cheek looking into his eyes.

“You — you don’t have to answer that. It’s not fair.”

His thumb caresses your cheek so softly and you savor the warmth of his palm on your skin. It was such a comforting gesture and he tucked the strand of hair behind your ear, hoping it was enough to soothe you.

“I can never have him.” You realize and his eyes meet your glassy irises. “We can never be together.” Unsure of whether this is your inebriated consciousness enabling you to think out loud, but you chew on the inside of your cheek as you focus on something else other than the salty tears building in your eyes.

Taehyung remains silent across from you and you can’t blame the guy. What was he supposed to say to you?

“I’m happy for him though.” You attempt to convince yourself when you feel his hot thumb at the corner of your lip.

“I’m glad you’re happy for him, but are you happy?” He reassures you, swallowing hard. “You’re amazing, YN. It pains me to see you like this. Even after all these months, it seems like you’re numb to the pain. If not me, there is someone out there very much willing to be with you.” Unsure of what to reply to him, you can’t help but offer him a meek grin. “I appreciate that, Tae.” He sighs as you finally got a hold of yourself, relieved to see that he has brightened up your mood even if it is for the slightest bit.

He pulls you into his arms to wrap his large arms around you and you can’t help but appreciate his warm embrace by slithering your arms around his as well. “Any guy would kill to have you.” He whispers as he pecks your forehead, digits combing through your silky hair.

You melt in the comfort of his arms and you feel your lids slowly flutter shut. The steady rise and low of his chest indicate that he is just as comfortable as he is with the embrace.

“I — I should probably get going now.” He announces very softly, hoping not to disturb your tranquility.

“I, uh, yeah. It’s getting late, huh?” You sigh and you slowly peel yourself once again from his embrace.

“It is.”

“How’d you get here? Did you want me to get an Uber for you or something?”

“No, I — I drove here.” You see him slowly lift himself up from the sofa and fish the car keys out of his pocket, carefully folding the blazer jacket he had on earlier.

“You’re not drunk.”

“Not the slightest bit.”

“I don’t believe you.” The crease on your brow exhibited concern over your former partner’s safety.

“I’ll be fine, YN.”

“I don’t want to risk you driving home when you’re tipsy. You could get pulled over or you could get into a little fender bender or you could —“

“Then what do you suggest I do?” Taehyung’s folds his arms, raising a brow at your rambling.

“Spend the night.”

The softness and warmth of your mattress had managed to keep you toasty throughout the frosty winter morning. You curl up onto your pillow and stretch only to open your eyes and discover your naked body entangled with the linen sheets underneath your frame. Swallowing hard, the notable fatigue from your encounter with Taehyung is evident in your inner thighs and the unpleasantries of a morning hangover soon rakes over your brain.

You slowly rise from where you lay only to find the other side of your bed to be completely tattered. Pillows clearly slept on and your clothes folded over by the foot of your bed. You blush at the thought of Taehyung gather all of your tattered clothing early in the morning only for him to sneakily depart from your household.

However, the smell of bacon soon emerge from the other side of the door and you are lured by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. A muffled conversation is being held right next door and you scramble to search for a clean pair of pajamas to keep you warm and decent for your appearance that morning.

Creaking open your bedroom door to enter your living room into the kitchen, you are perplexed to see a shirtless Taehyung wearing a pair of plaid pajamas with a white t-shirt on himself. But what truly catches you off-guard is Hobi offering Taehyung a mug while he pours himself a hearty cup of coffee while Michelle cracks open the egg in a pool of bacon grease.

“How many did you guys have to drink?” Hobi curiously interrogates Taehyung.

“All we had was the champagne and we may have finished the last bits of tequila.” Michelle makes a face that contorts into disgust and you agree because you recall the burn of the spirit down your throat.

“Speak of the devil,” Michelle’s eyes darts over your confused state. “Good morning, sunshine. I’m making your eggs how you like it; drenched in bacon fat.”

Unaware of the strange situation right in front of you, you amble towards the cupboard where you grab yourself a mug, redirecting it towards Hobi signaling to pour yourself a cup as well. Unsure of what to really say currently, you take careful sips of the hot caffeine into your mouth. Your eyes meet Taehyung who can’t seem to read your expression well. Your brows knit together at how Michelle and Hoseok had manage to treat having Taehyung over at your household as a normal occurrence.

You were expecting Michelle to be kicking the poor soul out of the apartment. But here he was standing sharing a cup of coffee and sharing stories with your roommate and her boyfriend — your two best friends.

“A — alright, what the fuck is going on? Morning afters with him always end up a disaster.” Michelle raises both her brows at you and Taehyung can’t help but chuckle to himself as he swallows his cup of joe.

“Oh, c’mon, YN. I’m not that evil now, am I? It’s the new year, I don’t want to be rude to our first guest of the year.” She reaches for a clean plate before she offers you two cooked eggs with a slice of bacon and toast on the side. “Please eat. You need carbs in your system because Taehyung tells me you guys didn’t drink enough water before you two went to bed which is why I have these for you.” Popping open the lid of a painkillers, she offers you the proper dosage. Taking the two small pills into your mouth before you swallow them dry, you knit your brows further still attempting to understand the complexity of the predicament you have found yourself in. You take a sit on the stool where Taehyung seems to be sitting.

“How do you like your eggs, Taehyung?”

“Scrambled, please.”

Michelle then cracks two eggs into the pan before she hastily scrambled the eggs into the pan, hoping it would be enough to satiate his appetite.

“Where did you get these? I’m pretty sure I returned all your clothes that I have lying around here.”

“They’re Hoseok’s.” Taehyung simply answers. “I hope you don’t mind, but I used your robe to get a glass of water earlier this morning and — uh, he offered to let me use some spare clothes he had lying around your apartment, so I figured it’d be better than using your robe.” He chuckles and Hoseok laughs along with him as well.

“Yeah, man, I don’t know when you have to fly back to New York, but just leave it here when you’re done.”

“Thanks.” He expresses simply before Michelle places two slices of cooked bacon and the rest of the scrambled eggs on the side along with a slice of toast.

“Eat up, you two. You guys didn’t really drink much, but you weren’t hydrated enough before you two went to bed.” Michelle sighs. “It’s the basics of hangover prevention! I expect you guys to learn from this.” She scolds once more and you begin diving into your breakfast, shoveling the heated breakfast placed right in front of you.

Unaware of the conversation Hobi started between him and Taehyung, off of the corner of your eyes, you see Michelle excuse herself to her room. However, she shoots you a look before she enters inside your room — a signal for you to excuse yourself as well. “Um, I’m going to go look for my phone really quickly.” You conjure up an excuse before you lift yourself off of the bar stool and scramble over to your bedroom where you had caught Michelle awaiting for your presence inside your bedroom.

“Okay, I know it looks bad.” Her eyes had scanned your room, but you were tight lip when you see that your room had been relatively neat and organized. Your outfit and Taehyung’s attire from the previous night had been folded at the foot of your bed while his side of the bed had been tidied up. However, you were very much aware of the ripped up condom packet at the nightstand which gave an indication of your rendezvous.

“But I’m sure it was because we were drunk.” You lied through your teeth.

“He told me he wasn’t drunk.”

You stood silent and you chewed on your cheek.

“He wasn’t drunk?” You questioned.

“Did you think he was drunk?”

“I — I wasn’t drunk.” You confessed with blushed cheeks, unaware that Taehyung had lied about being drunken the previous night.

“So you were both sober?”

You shook your head, swallowing hard when you sat on your bed. “I was… buzzed, perhaps. But I honestly thought he had been drunk and I convinced myself that I didn’t want him anymore, but I think I was just trying to find an excuse to be with him again.” Michelle nods in agreement, wide-eyed at your justification. “He wants you back, YN.”

“You don’t know that.” You counter.

“I caught him in our kitchen this morning, YN.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“He was naked.”

Your brows raised at once.

“I was, too.”

You sputtered at your thoughts and couldn’t help but escape a cackle, hoping it would lighten up the awkward with your roommate.

“I’m serious, YN! Do you know how embarrassing it is to walk out and see him butt naked in our kitchen looking for water?” You can’t help but continued chortling to yourself, clutching onto your robe. “I ran back in my room, telling Hobi to give him a pair of pajamas! The poor thing didn’t have anything to sleep!” Tears began swelling at the corners of your eyes and you grinned from ear to ear at her story.

Michelle nudged you playfully before she sat right next to you, settling into the comforts of your queen sized mattress. “When we were both decent, he said something along the lines of me hating him so much that I should probably leave the apartment.”

Your grin disappears at his statement, surprised to hear the statement leave her lips. “I was this close to calling an Uber back to his hotel.” Michelle sighs before she closes her eyes and you chew on your cheek, seeing that she is about to reveal something she wasn’t expecting. “But he said that he had a late Christmas present for you in the car.” You raise your brows, still confused about the statement. “And then he asked — very politely, may I add — if he could leave a painkiller and a glass of water by your nightstand, just to make sure you don’t suffer searching for the damn thing like you always do when you’re hang over.”

There is a giddiness at the depths of your chest that made the corner of your mouth twitch into a weak grin.

“He never did that before.” Michelle sighs as she stares at the ceiling. “You both just fuck and then he sneaks out in the morning. I catch up him so many times leaving your room and he doesn’t say a word — doesn’t really give a shit about you.” Inhaling deeply when she turns to look at you, you turn to look her in the eye as well. “He asked me if he was allowed to spend the night… just to make sure you were okay when you woke up.”

You immediately turn away from her profile, this time, you stare at the ceiling. “It’s different now because it seems like he seems to give a shit about you, YN.” She concludes and you begin to nibble at your supple bottom lip, concerned at her thoughts. “It could be some kind of facade. But, when you talk to him, he’s not… that bad.”

You agree with her statement and tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Are you guys planning on getting back together or what?”

You shrug at her statement, attempting to piece the puzzle together as well. “We haven’t really discussed it. All I remember is we had our second shot and everything sort of… unravelled itself. One thing led to another and we couldn’t help ourselves from then on.” You whisper ever so softly, afraid that he would overhear your vulnerable thoughts. “It was… different last night; too raw to reply, to be honest.” You sigh in bliss and you try to shake your head back to reality.

“I… I really don’t want to discuss anything — I don’t want to establish something we’re both not ready to handle, you know?”

She nods and gives you a meek grin, proud that you were — at least — attempting to take your time with your decision and your feelings regarding the current predicament.

Pushing yourself up from where you laid on your bed, you offer your hand for Michelle to get up from your mattress as well. “C’mon, who knows what Hobi is telling about me? I’d like to defend myself, you know.” You were hasty to your door when you hear a booming laughter come from the kitchen.

Ready to turn the knob of your bedroom door, you hear Michelle call out your name.

“YN,” she begins and you turn to her, wondering what else she has to say. “Believe it or not, but you’re glowing. That’s how I know it’s different.”

The muffled trickling of keys from outside immediately dropped the current conversation to hushed whispers. Because not only could you hear the muffled sounds of keys rattling outside your door, but you could also hear the sounds of Jin’s whining from your front door.

“I already told you guys before we left I left my key at my fucking place before we left to get the donuts. I don’t understand why I’m getting all the blame.” He hisses at somebody and you stand up from where you sat right next to Taehyung, folding your arms as you await for him to open the door.

“Because I texted you before I left to bring your keys, hyung. You’ve been boasting how you only have access to YN and Michelle’s apartment considering I’ve been revoked of my fucking keys because I threw that Friendsigivng at their place when they went back to visit their parents and left their place completely trashed.” He rattled the keys unlocking the first knob and attempting to jiggle the key into the other lock. “And Yoongi-hyung says he lost his, so you were the only one with keys!”

“Stop arguing, you imbeciles.” Yoongi grumbles before the door swings open slowly only to see Taehyung completely stop mid conversation at the presence of Jin, Jimin, Tiffany who held balloons that spelled out ‘Congratulations!’ and, finally, Yoongi who held the two stereotypical pink boxes that most likely contained donuts.

“Oh, shit, we didn’t think you guys would be up this fucking early.” Jimin scans the room to see Hobi already working on the dishes, Michelle is sat on the other end of the section sofa while Taehyung sat comfortably on the other end. However, you were busy tidying up the kitchen along with Hobi.

“And we have a new face!” Tiffany’s dulcet tones follows a cumbersome tension in the entire room. At this point, everyone is fully aware of your previous feelings for Yoongi and his feelings for yours.

To have Tiffany acknowledge Taehyung’s presence somehow is much better than any of the three acknowledging him because she reaches over to extend her arm while introducing herself.

“I’m Tiffany — Yoongi’s girlfriend. Sorry for barging in just like that. I just get really excited meeting new people, s’all.”

Taehyung stands from where he sat and extends his arms shaking her hand as a response and nodding along to acknowledge Jin, Jimin, and Yoongi. “I’ve heard about you from YN. It’s nice to meet you.” He darts his eyes towards you raising his brows only for you to blush scarlet, avoiding any eye contact with your three other best friends.

“It’s been — what? Nearly a year since we’ve seen you, Taehyung.” Jin clearly forces a smile trying to keep the atmosphere as friendly as possible. Jimin already quite familiar with Taehyung’s personality and reads the expression of Michelle’s faces that she has seemed to be completely unfazed by his presence. However, her eyes pay close attention to Yoongi’s tense jaw as he examined the man at the center of the room.

“In case you didn’t know, Tiffany, I — I’ve dated YN for a while.” He clears the air, hoping to break the sudden tension in the room and you shake your head at his sheer audacity. However, it did bring some sort of relief to the situation. He always seemed like the type not to hide anything. He was transparent for the right reasons. There was nothing really to hide at this point.

“Which is why everyone is so surprised to see me here… again.”

“Oh, I see.” Tiffany concludes, nibbling on her bottom lip and silence fills the air. But you come to the realization that you were questioning why the four new guests were somehow invited to your household.

“Hold on, what are we celebrating? What’s with the balloons and donuts?” You raise the question only for everyone to go wide-eyed before Taehyung tilts his head nonchalantly.

“Didn’t Michelle tell you in your bedroom earlier?” Taehyung scratches his head but the perplexes expression painted on your face answered it for him.

“Oh my god, YN, please don’t tell me you haven’t taken a long at Michelle’s goddamn hand.” Jin practically scolds and your eyes shoot over to where Michelle had scurried off to Hobi and you catch sight of the bright, shining diamond gracing her ring finger and you feel the high pitched screech erupt from your hand at the top of your lungs, running over to Michelle.

“I swear to god, Hobi! I didn’t think you had the fucking guts to do it!” You yelp at the newly engaged couple right in front of you. You leaped into the arms of Michelle and Hobi, bursting with so much joy that you couldn’t contain the grin that stretched from ear to ear right across your face.

“Alright, how much do we owe you, Taehyung?” Michelle nudges at Hobi and Taehyung shoves his hands in the depths of the sweatpants he wore.

“Ten bucks each, so twenty.”

“Wh —“

“We made a bet to see how long you’d figure out. Hobi thought you’d notice straight away, I thought you’d notice once breakfast was done and you would help clean up around the house, and Taehyung said you wouldn’t notice until someone gave it away.” You rolled your eyes at the three of them, immediately nudging Taehyung’s side only to have him wrap an arm around your neck, resting his arm on your shoulder while he nestles his head on top of yours.

“You guys suck, you know that?” You grumble only for Jimin to search through all your cupboards, searching for something around the kitchen. “Jimin-ssi, what are you looking for?”

“Wine.” He sighs only to be defeated to see the empty bottles by the end of the counter. “You guys must have been completely blacked out if you finished that all to yourself.”

“It wasn’t just me. Taehyung had some to drink too.”

“Plus, it’s not like we drank it all at once.” He clarifies only for Jin to realize that Yoongi had raised a single brow at the statement, already shoving a donut inside his mouth to keep himself busy, unable to distract himself from the old flame right in front of his eyes.

“We need a toast, you guys! We’re at that age where we have friends who are engaged.” Jimin emphasized only to look through the refrigerator only to find a gallon of milk along with orange juice and he sets the gallon of milk, grabbing 8 glasses from the cabinets to pour them in each.

“Alright, everyone, grab a donut.”

Jin flips open both boxes only to reveal the heavenliest of donuts before everyone’s eyes only for you to grab a chocolate donut and grabbing a glass of milk to hold up. “Tiffany, honey, I know your resolution was to make healthier choices, but we can always go for a run right after this. It’s a special occasion.”

Everyone couldn’t help but laugh at Tiffany’s reluctance to reach for a donut, but she grabs the smallest out of the bunch before she grabs a glass of milk to herself. At the corner of your eye, you had caught a glimpse of Yoongi’s arms circling around her waist, nuzzling his nose into her hair before he places a single kiss on her head.

There is a hot swell on your throat as you look away only to feel a heated pressure at the small of your back to see Taehyung reach for the same donut as you and you offer him a glass of milk for him.

“To Michelle and Hobi-hyung,” Jimin starts only for everyone to clink their glasses, sharing a toast. “Who knew that YN and Yoongi would be the ones traumatized to witness you two butt-naked on this very spot?” His hands pats on the kitchen countertop and makes an atrocious reaction at the realization of their sweating bodies on the marbled counter top. “I must admit, I cannot believe I’m saying this, but we cannot wait to witness even more naked shenanigans from you two.”

An eruption of laughter fills the atmosphere and there is a sense of tranquility and solidarity with all of the dynamics of each and every individual in the room. When each person takes one large gulp of the milk, you all take a bite of the soft donuts only for Michelle and Hobi to share a delicate and sweet kiss.

There is a tug to your side where Taehyung pulls you closer only to watch him devour the rest of his donut and he drinks the rest of his milk. A milk mustache forms on his lips and you wipe it off with your thumb, chortling at his playful personality.

Suddenly, the ache in your chest numbs down to a bare strangle.

And, for once, your eyes aren’t locked on him.

“Hey, uh, congratulations again for getting engaged and all.” Taehyung awkwardly interrupts the conversation between Michelle and Hoseok only for Michelle to raise her brows at him. “Thanks for — you know, earlier this morning.” He scratched the back of his head as you observe him from afar.

“You mean, not kicking you out?”

Taehyung nods and you fold your arms, watching the dynamic between your roommate and your former partner unravel before your eyes. There was a glint of hope in the way her eyes traveled from head to toe and the desire for his eyes not to meet hers.

“You’re starting to grow on me, Taehyung-ie.” The man before you purses his lips and nods once at her final conclusion. You are confused, but — ultimately — curiouser about what the two have conversed about before you had awaken from your deep slumber. “Pretty sure YN will have you as her plus one for our wedding.” From the corner of her eye, Michelle glances at you before she winks over at him and he responds with a forced chuckle. “However, if you two have a repeat of your previous encounters, then I’ll be sending you an invitation, nevertheless.”

He looks up at her scratches the corner of his brow with a sly grin across his visage. “Well, let’s hope I won’t be getting one.” He implied causing a few stares from some listeners in your humble abode. A blush creeping on your cheeks at the realization that he had intentions of making sure that you two would not end up in this endless cycle of make-up and break-up. “Say goodbye to everybody, Taehyung, because I’m walking you to your car.” As you capture his wrist around your fingers, he merely waves a goodbye to everyone, sending his pleasantries to all the people he had met and to Tiffany who he had the pleasure of being introduced to. With the muffled goodbyes on the other side of the apartment, you close the front door right behind you before you begin stomping over to where the guest parking had been at your apartment complex.

“What — what did you mean by all of that?” You jumped straight onto the topic, not wanting to prolong the conversation.

“Do you have plans tonight?” You shake your head no and with a crest of your brow, he tucks a strand of a stray hair behind your ear.

“Have dinner with me tonight.” He requests and you swallow at his statement. “I told you. I’m leaving tomorrow afternoon. I would like to spend the last day here with an old friend.”

“Flame. Old flame.” You correct him.

“Ah, right.” He merely chuckles but you push past him, pacing back and forth at the parking lot, trying to get a better understanding of the predicament you both were in.

“Why is Michelle being so nice to you? And what did you talk about with her —“

“Why don’t you go and ask her for yourself?”

“She — she won’t tell me.” You sighed, rolling your eyes in the process.

“Then have dinner with me tonight. Have you been to that new sushi restaurant downtown?”

“I — uh, no, I haven’t had the time to try it out.” You grumble chewing on the inside of your cheek, awaiting for his response.

“Then I’ll pick you up at 7 tonight, dear. If you really don’t want to go, just shoot me a text.” He unlocks his car and he begins his journey over to where he had parked. “If you’re in anyway interested, wear something comfortable.”

You stood there glued to the asphalt of the parking lot floors as he hops inside his vehicle, turning the engine on. You shake your head in disbelief at the audacity for him to leave you even more confused than ever; expecting to get answers, instead, you were given more questions and inquiries running at a hundred miles an hour racking in your brain. You amble back to your apartment unit lethargically, trying to add two and two together before you see a figure standing outside of the front door of your apartment unit only to recognize it was Yoongi.

“Please don’t tell me they locked us out.”

“No, uh, we’re fine.” Yoongi merely grumbles and you fold your arms, hugging yourself for warmth as you feel the freezing breeze brush past your thin pajamas. “I was just curious about —“

“About?”

“Why he’s suddenly crawling back to you?”

Taken aback by his choice of words, you choose not to meet his eyes and they soon land on his shoes and your fuzzy slippers. The proximity of his stance from yours relatively distant from each other.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Yoongi.”

“Oh, c’mon, YN, you were doing so well. I haven’t seen Taehyung in months — you were doing well without him.” Knitting your brows at his estimation, there is a lock on your jaw when you realize that Yoongi had no idea of your encounter with Taehyung.

He was aware that you two had seen each other, but he wasn’t made aware of the gory details that occurred. As a matter of fact, it was only Michelle who really discovered of your encounter with Taehyung.

“I was doing well because I was desperate for a distraction, Yoongi.” You breathed out without hesitation, mustering up every ounce of courage in your system to look him straight in the eye.

“It may seem like I’m doing well — I earned a permanent position at my job, got promoted, and now I’m a possible candidate for another promotion. But that’s because I forced myself into this lifestyle, Yoongi. I forced myself to suppress any emotion I felt.”

He stood still frozen as he gazed right into your eyes. The clench in his jaw indicated that there was an obvious tension between the both of you.

“With or without Taehying, I wasn’t doing well, Yoongi.” You admitted and gnawed on the inside of your cheeks. “I was just findings ways to… not self-destruct.”

“You will if you go back to him.”

“He’s different now.” You defend and see the tinge of annoyance in Yoongi’s pretty face.

“Don’t be silly, YN. I don’t want to see you get hurt again.”

“Well, that’s just something we gotta get used to, I guess.” You grumble in annoyance as your teeth clatter against each other because of the cold.

“Stop being so stubborn. He doesn’t deserve another chance.”

You’re starting to grow annoyed at his words and you walk towards your front door, grabbing the knob. “Yoongi, I understand you’re my best friend, but don’t you think I’m doing this in an attempt to get over you?”

Glued to the cement, he is as a still as a statue at your response.

“I see you’re happy, Yoongs, so I’m going to try to be happy too.”

After hours of scouring through your wardrobe to find something “comfortable” for your date with Taehyung, you settled upon a black bodysuit that is tucked underneath a faux leather skirt. You complemented the outfit with a pair of stockings and knee high boots along with a blazer in case the location of the date was far more fancier than the usual.

But the blazer was absolutely unnecessary.

When Taehyung had picked you up from your quaint unit, he wore a black turtle neck along with a pair of black skinny jeans complemented with a long trench coat to protect him from the chilly weather.

He informs you that a colleague of his is still holding a viewing session of his photography collection in a near by art gallery which piqued your interest. Relieved to hear that you were more than interested with the idea of the exhibition, you two listened intently to his colleague present the final viewing session before you two ventured together.

Of course, Taehyung guided you through the exhibited admiring the angle and the perspective his colleague had decided on. You would listen intently, enjoying the decent moscato served. There is a familiar warmth in depths of your abdomen, not from the wine, but from the way his beautiful digits tangled along with manicured ones.

After the viewing session, he had reserved a spot by the new sushi restaurant you heard your co-workers discuss every month or so. You decided to order the quintessential edamame where you two would pick at the pods and pop each bean into your mouth while you two decided upon what to try. You were both interested in the different rolls they had to offer, popping each roll into your mouth in a split second.

“Holy fuck, you need to try this one.” He would say. You witness the way he effortlessly picks up the roll and hovers it by your lips and you open your mouth allowing him to pop the small morsel upon your tongue.

When you would close your mouth and start chewing, he would nod happily only to begin diving into a different roll.

The dinner ends when the both of you are sufficiently tapped out. However, to your surprise, there is a gelato boutique next door to the sushi bar and you persuade Taehyung that you would pay for his gelato since he had paid for dinner.

He takes up the offer.

You both request for a piccolo sized gelato. He ordered an agostino which was an Argentinian dulce de leech. Meanwhile, you were taken aback by the charcoal vanilla which you ultimately grew to love.

When you get the order you had both requested, Taehyung mysteriously jerks his heads outside only for you to follow behind him as he looks both ways to cross the street.

“Where are we going?” You grumble, struggling to catch up with him.

“We’re going for a walk.”

“Why are you going so fast?”

“Maybe you’re too slow.”

“Well, slow down for me, will you?” He chuckles at your whines and you began scooping the gelato into your mouth, allowing it to melt inside your mouth.

“Taste good?” He hums before he shovels a large scoop of his gelato inside his. You nod at once. Your eyes settling on this cup and he moves it closer to you, nudging for you to try the agostino. You take a small scoop and place it on your tongue to taste the overtly sweet creaminess.

“Here, try mine.” You switch cups and while you mindlessly shovel more of his gelato into your mouth. Taehyung pauses, grins at the way your eyes glisten, despite the lack of light underneath the night sky.

He takes small shovels of your flavor into his mouth as you two amble around the block. He could really get used to this.

The conversation that you two participated in had been interrupted by the high pitched tone in the depths of her purse. She hands you back the small cup before she fishes the phone, unlocking it.

He enjoys the way the bright light shines upon your smiling face.

However, his brows knit into one when he watches your beautiful smile drop into a frown. The inflection of confusion is evident in the way the crinkle in your eyes disappear and the furrow of your brows are put together.

“What is it?” He inquires and you lock your phone, not hastily, but you shake your head, offering him a grin to ease his worries. “Did something happen?”

“No, no. It’s nothing to worry about, to be honest.”

But you were lying — to yourself and to him.

“Who was it that texted you?”

You didn’t want to have to lie some more to him, so you decide to take smaller scoops of your gelato. Suddenly, you had lost your appetite. “It was Michelle.”

“What’d she say, if you don’t mind me asking?”

You paused momentarily, debating on whether you should answer him truthfully or not. There was nothing to hide at this point. Taehyung knew about your predicament with Yoongi.

However, would it be wise to disclose him on Yoongi’s stance between your renunion with the man right in front of you?

“She told me Yoongi had called Hoseok.. wondering where I was.”

“What’d he say?”

“He didn’t say anything. He wanted to consult with me, first.”

“You didn’t answer.”

“I’m on a date with you. It’d be rude of me to just text them, suddenly.”

The corner of his lips twitch to a weak grin. However, he understands your uncertainty of the predicament.

“You’re not sure what to do. You’re afraid if you tell Yoongi the truth, he’d be disappointed because we’re, hypothetically, together. But if you hide this from him, you’d feel like an awful friend for hiding such a big thing from him.” Taehyung voices out the dilemma and you shake your head, swallowing the heaviness of the situation.

“Taehyung, we are on a date.” You conclude and stop on your tracks, chewing on the inside of your cheeks. “As your date, my attention will solely be on you.” He appreciates the way you are approaching things. However, he stops you in front of you, eyes leveling with yours.

“And, as your date, I want you to have a good time and, clearly, you seeing that text dampened your mood.” You remained straight faced with him, losing all appetite for the Italian dessert laying on the palm of your hand. “I care about how you feel, YN. You can talk to me.”

He lifts his hands to caress your cheeks. The thumb nudging at the corner of your mouth to encourage a grin to appear on your visage. “Taehyung, the past two hours I’ve been with you, I — I have never felt this good about myself in a while.” You confess and he stops caressing your cheeks, pained to see that you sincerely have not been satisfied for the past six months you had not seen each other.

“A part of me is happy to hear that. But the other absolutely despises the fact that you’ve been suffering for this long.” There was a heat suffocating you on your throat and you grit your teeth, forcing yourself to hold back the water works.

“It’s true though and I want to savor every moment I have left with you. I don’t know when I’m going to see you again, so I’m going to be in the moment with you.” You conclude, not wanting to discuss your current dilemma with him — not because you didn’t want to discuss it with him, but because you were spending every moment with him on a ticking clock.

Unable to control himself any longer, Taehyung leans down to firmly press his mouth onto yours. Petals enveloping your own and the heat of his tongue swipes across your lower lip to express just how truly touched he was by your words. His hand cupping your profile and swiping away your flying hair against the cool wind.

Eyes half-lidded with warmth and pleasure, you return the action with as much fervor as he had originally began with. His tongue tasted of the milky treat and you were growing addicted to the taste of the gelato. Careful not to spill any of the melted gelato onto him, you are already slithering your arms around his figure, pulling away to gasp for air.

“As much as I’d like to do so much more than kiss you,” Taehyung was the first to speak between the both of you. He tucks a strand of your hair behind ear and caresses the softness of your cheeks. “It’s starting to get a little late and I have an early flight tomorrow.” He sighs sadly, staring right into your eyes.

A small pout has formed upon your face and you decide that perhaps it’s best you both stop now.

“Time flies by when you’re having too much fun.” At your simple statement, Taehyung leans down and pecks your mouth delicately. His thumb nudging at the corner of your mouth.

“C’mon, let’s get you home.” He announces and you can’t help but agree with him. Delicate digits lace themselves around his skinny, beautiful ones as you both walk back to where he had originally parked.The entire ride back to your humble abode you spent the entire time singing many throwback love ballads at the top of your lungs. Two empty gelato cup nestled in between your thighs while you harmonized with Taehyung’s beautiful baritone voice.

He steers left and enters your apartment complex where you both try to calm your giddiness by lowering the volume of the radio. He pulls right in front of your building and you turn to him when he puts it on park and he bites his lip when he looks at you.

“I had an amazing time, YN.” Taehyung declares and you nod, blushing. “Who knew we would start off the new year together, huh?” He can’t hold himself from cupping your face and kissing your cheek, returning back his initiation by deepening the kiss.

“I had a good time too.” You sigh into his mouth and are reminded of your previous encounters the night before. “A — Are you sure you don’t want to come inside?”

“As much as I’d love to extend my evening, but I really need to get some packing done and get an early night in considering I’ll be traveling all day.” You were satisfied with his answer. Though, initially, you were upset he wouldn’t ease your desires, you were glad that you both were taking it gradually slow.

At least this time, you were taking it slow.

“I know it may be too soon, but do you know when I get to see you again?” He pulls away momentarily to think back. “I’m not quite sure. I do travel every other week because it’s part of the job. Most of the time, it’s here in Los Angeles, but it’s not a hundred percent guarantee.”

“I understand.” You replied and his grin softens when he lays his eyes on your mouth once again, placing the gentlest of kisses on your soft petals. “I guess I’ll see you whenever I can then.” His fingers tickle the back of your neck when you both share a sweet kiss.

However, you are interrupted by the bright light shingling right to your right. The sounds of the glass tapping right next to you startles you and Taehyung is visibly confused to see Tiffany and Yoongi standing right next to his rental car.

Your eyes meet Yoongi’s and you are visibly stiff from where you sat, shocked to see the couple outside.

Taehyung rolls down the window for you and Tiffany waves a hello to the both of you.

“Oh my god, you guys! You got back together!”

You both immediately shook your heads, wanting to clear the other. There is a wave of relief in Yoongi’s face, but shame in Tiffany’s at her assumption.

“No, we’re… we’re trying to work things out, but not officially together.” Taehyung clarifies.

“Oh, noted.” Tiffany nods and bites her lower lip. “I’m so glad you both get a second chance at something though. You guys should have came earlier though! We had a Disney movie night with Michelle and Hobi. It would have been a cool triple date.” At the mention of your future plans with Taehyung, Yoongi has returned to his state of disbelief once again. Unsure of how to react, he remains difficult to read.

“I bet it would’ve have been fun.” You sighed and turn to Taehyung, kissing him on the cheek, hoping for the cumbersome atmosphere to die down. “Call me when you’ve arrived to your hotel safely.”

When you hop out of the car, Taehyung says his goodbyes to both Tiffany and Taehyung and he exits the apartment complex, relieved to have clarified it for everyone that you and Taehyung were just working things out.

“I’ll see you guys later. I’m… really fucking tired, but we should definitely have another movie night next weekend or something.” You grin at Tiffany and fish your apartment keys out of your purse, hugging Tiffany goodbye before you head back to door.

There was a part of you that screamed to avoid any physical contact with Yoongi, but you did not want to alert the already tense moment by not offering him one in front of Tiffany. However, he had already decided upon himself to dismiss the conversation but unlocking his car where had parked.

“God, he’s been grumpy all night.” Tiffany complains and your curiosity is piqued. What could have possibly irked him so much to the point that he is still vexed up until now? You bite back any inquiries regarding his mood; afraid that perhaps it had something to do with your little reunion with Taehyung.

“Nothing like wine and chocolate can’t fix. I’m sure that’ll brighten up his mood.” You advise and Tiffany agrees before she waves another goodbye. Turning away from the departing couple, you attempt to fish out the keys out of your purse and enter your unit.

The living room is pristine. You would have assumed that it’d be trashed for the evening, but the cushions had been positioned beautifully on the sectional. Not a single crumb laid on the carpeted floors of your apartment and the scent of vanilla lingers in the air. The lights are turned off at the hallway and inside Michelle’s room, assuming that the couple have turned in for the night.

When you strip your coat off of your frame, you hear the lightest of knocks behind you, sneaking a peek inside the peep hole to see Yoongi awaiting for a response. Unlocking all the locks and opening the door for him, he invites himself inside and you are ultimately confused at his presence.

“Did you forget anything?” You inquired, unsure of his purpose for coming back inside your abode.

“How was your date with Taehyung?” You held your breath at the mention of his name and, suddenly, you can feel the density of the atmosphere around you. It was unbelievably quiet and all you can hear is the ticking noises of your noisy kitchen clock.

“I had a good time. If you were curious, we went to that sushi place downtown and there was a gelato shop next door.” His jaw tightens as you reply and he scratches the back of his neck, swallowing at his following inquiry.

“Was it really good enough that you had to reconsider getting back together with him?”

“Yoongi, it was just… a date. Taehyung and I don’t even know what’s going on, so we’re going to take it slow —“

“What the fuck does that mean? Hoseok says you guys fucked last night and, now, you’re taking it slow?” His annoyance was infectious and the knitting of your brows was a sign to Yoongi that you were puzzled with his current stance in your relationship.

“Why does it matter to you, Yoongs? Quite frankly, my dating life is none of your concern. You have your own to cherish and rejoice in. Meanwhile, I’m still trying to puzzle the pieces together.”

“I don’t want you to get hurt again.” He seethes and you scoff at his reason.

“I’ve gotten used to it, alright? I appreciate the concern, but this is my decision to make — not yours or Michelle’s or Hoseok’s — mine.” You take a step closer and you can’t help but savor the scent of his new cologne that Tiffany had recently bought as his Christmas gift. He stays silent as he reads your face, looking you directly in the eye before you swallow hard.

“Can you answer me honestly?”

You nod once and you can feel your heart beating faster, jaw clenching at the anticipation of his question.

“Why are you so hesitant to go back with him? You had sex with him, agreed to go on a date with him — why take things slow? What’s with the reluctance to establish a relationship when you think he’s changed?” The question hit you hard and there was one simple answer to it, but you bit your tongue because it’d complicate everything so much more; Because if you answered honestly at that very moment, everything at that moment would be real.

You were still in love with him.

And the way your eyes remained disconnected from his. Your breath hot as you sighed, releasing all the exasperation in this sticky situation was enough for Yoongi to understand your hesitation.

Nothing had to be said.

Frustrated with the excruciating silence filling the air, Yoongi takes a sharp inhale before instinctively cups your face into his palms and crashes his mouth onto yours. It was unexpected yet almost necessary for a moment like this. Months of pent up anguish, frustration, and desire to feel his mouth on yours, it was finally happening.

His mouth tasted sweet like ice cream. You hated the way you can taste a slight taste of strawberry on his mouth because you knew he had kissed Tiffany and it was her lipgloss that you were tasting. Suddenly, you are overwhelmed with Tiffany.

He wouldn’t kiss Tiffany like this. Unless, you didn’t think he had kiss Tiffany like this. He was kissing you like it was his last dying breath and you despised that he was good at it. You can feel the pace of his breathing when your bodies collide against each other, seeking for more contact than a lust driven kiss.

And you can’t help but inhale the scent of his goddamn cologne. It was intoxicating and you could smell the fabric softener of his clothes rubbing against yours. The callouses on his digits were rough on your cheeks, but there was a tenderness in the way he caressed them. A roughness in the way his other set of digits would tug at the root of your hair but a sense of comfort int he way the pads of his finger massage your scalp.

You were putty in his hands and you savored his mouth.

But it was too overwhelming; the taste of chocolate ice cream now tasted of strawberry lip gloss and the smell of his sandalwood cologne now a coconut infused perfume that littered his shirt.

The palms of your hands landing on his chest as you gently tugged his much bigger frame off of yours. The hold he had on you now gone and you whimpered at the loss of his touch.

“T — Tiffany’s waiting for you.” There is a look of pain and regret painted on your visages and you wiped his taste off of your mouth, hating the fact that you loved the way he tasted. You wanted every fiber of him off of you, avoiding addiction.

“Right.” He cleared his throat as he backed away from your frozen body and he clutches the knob of the door. “YN, please —“

“My… lips are sealed.” You breathe, knowing very well that you two had committed into something that has ultimately ruin someone’s trust and happiness.

“Thanks.” He opens the door and turns around. However, before he leaves, he turns to you and you can see a sense of sadness in his visage. “N — Nothing has changed, hasn’t it?”

The tears began building up in your eyes because you knew perfectly well what he was talking about.

Even six months later, you two were hopelessly in love with each other.

“Not one single bit.”

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