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twiceinadream · 3 years

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Twice React- S/O Makes Them Squirt

Requested: Yup

Request: Twices reaction to their s/o making them squirt

a/u: Hey, guys! Sorry I’ve been gone for so long I just couldn’t find the time in a day to write and I’m sorry that these are kinda all over the place it took two weeks to write and I finished like 4-5 of the members reactions today alone and it’s been a few months so I’m a little rusty on reacts. I also want to say thank you so much for 2.6k+ followers I can’t believe so many people actually like me. But, thank you all again, I love you all.

Category: NSFW and Fluff

Nayeon

“Oh my god.”

Nayeon gripped the bed sheets between her fingers tightly as your fingers continued pistoning in and out of her at a blinding pace. Her body shook with shocks of pure pleasure as you built her up to her third orgasm of the night, her euphoria a stone’s throw away as your fingers hooked into her frontal wall. You pressed into the spongy flesh making her scream as her nails dug into your shoulder, a surprised gasp leaving her lips as she felt liquid squirt from between her legs. Dripping down your fingers and arm as you looked up at her, “Huh, I knew I was good. But I didn’t know it was that good.”

Jeongyeon

“That’s new.”

Your girlfriend’s head was buried in your neck as you were both naked from the waist down, as she continued to grind down on your thigh. Her face a vibrant hue as she panted hotly into your ear, “Close.” You smirked as you flexed your thigh, the muscle bulging ever so slightly as it made contact with Jeongyeong’s clit, a surprised moan leaving her lips as she ground down harder. Her brain flooded with endorphins as her orgasm ripped through her, a splatter of wetness drenching your thigh as Jeong threw her head back letting out another high pitched whine before falling back into your arms. A surprised look painted your face as you stared at her in disbelief, “Are you okay?” Jeongyeon nodded sleepily, as she hummed into your shoulder, “Tired.” You snorted a little as you gently laid her back onto the bed, “I bet, just rest here.” You leaned down to kiss her forehead, “I’ll get you cleaned up.”

Momo

“That was hot.” (I also had to do a lot of [literal] weird ass research for this)

Momo was on her hands and knees as you eased a lubed finger in her back entrance, a low groan escaping her throat as you stretched her open. Making sure she was comfortable before lifting the string of beads, “Are you sure about this Momoring?” The Japanese girl nodded as you coated the toy in copious amounts of lube, “Okay, just tell me if you need to stop, okay?” Momo nodded again as you held the toy to her “back door”, her breath hitching as the first bead made its way into her practically virgin cavern. It took a while before you finally got the whole thing inside before picking up the remote next to you, you turned to the lowest setting sparking the beads to life as Momo moaned lowly enjoying the new feeling, “Doing okay?” Your girlfriend nodded shakily as you turned up the toy by two clicks, “Oh, god...yes.” You pressed down on the toy so it simultaneously hit her g-spot at the same time making Momo white knuckle the bed sheets, a loud moan reaching throughout the room as her body convulsed. Streams of her orgasm came shooting out as her body finally settled down, a light chuckle leaving Momo as you turned the toy off and made a move to take it out only to be stopped by your girlfriend, “You don’t want it out?” The dancer shook her head, “Leave it for now.” You chuckled as you came up to cuddle her, “Kinky.” Momo pushed you lightly, “Be quiet.”

Sana

“I didn’t know I could do that.”

Sana squirmed relentlessly under the vibrations of the Hitachi, it was placed squarely on her clit as you edged her closer and closer to her second orgasm. Bolts of pleasure shot up and down her spine as the Japanese girl clenched her teeth as she fought off an embarrassingly loud moan, her peak a few seconds away as you brought your mouth down to her breasts. You smirked before taking a hardened bud between your lips, placing a kiss on the areola as your teeth grazed the nipple ever so lightly. A hitched gasp sounded from above you as your girlfriend’s hand shot to your head, a stuttered moaning falling from her lips as her hips bucked into the toy. A rush of liquid squirting out onto your hand as Sana’s body rolled like a wave, running out her orgasm. When she finally settled back down you threw the toy to the side as you placed a kiss to her cheek, a blissful smile on her face, “Good?” Sana nodded as she curled into you, “So good.”

Jihyo

“What just happened?”

It had been a week since you had last let Jihyo cum and she was nearing the end of her rope. Your constant teasing didn’t help as she had to deal with whatever the female version of “blue balls'' was as you left her hanging for seven days straight. But as you looked at her in the lowlights of the restaurant you decided that she finally deserved her reward. She shot you a look as you picked up your phone, a devilish smile on your lips as you turned up the dial on the remote viabrator she was wearing. The brunette stifled a sudden moan as she glared at you from across the table, you cocked an eyebrow in faux concern, “Something the matter Jihyo-ah?” Your girlfriend resisted the urge to flick you off as she attempted to lift her spoon, “Not at all.” You shrugged, “Good. Cause I've been saying that you need to cum here or wait another week before we go out again.” Jihyo’s eyes widened as she understood what your words implied, you could see the apprehension in her eyes as you quickly added, “What’s your favorite color again?” The Korean girl glanced around the mostly empty restaurant, “Green.” You smiled as you turned the dial to its highest setting, her eyes fluttering closed as her grip on the spoon tightened. A week of pent up frustration about to be released in front of people as she suddenly felt a torrent of liquid rush out of her, her eyes flying open as you sensed what had happened. You cleared your throat as you turned off the toy, “You can borrow my jacket.”

Mina

“Wow.”

Mina stood knock-kneed in the kitchen as all plans of making dinner fell through the second you started playing with the setting of the egg vibrator you had placed inside of her earlier that evening. A scowl on her face as she held onto the countertop to prevent herself from collapsing under her weight, a sly smile on your face as you made your way towards her, “Need a little Minari.” Your girlfriend glared at you as she tried to stand up straighter only to have a surprised gasp fall from her mouth as you turned up the intensity, “Y/N, I ne...need to make din...dinner.” You shrugged, “Or, we can just skip to dessert?” Mina pursed her lips for a second before tackling you in a kiss, and before she knew it your head was between her thighs on the counter. The way your tongue suckled her clit made her squirm as it contrasted the coolness of the granite she was sitting on as you began playing with the settings again. The vibrations combined with the attention you were giving her with your tongue made the brunette let out a guttural moan as she suddenly felt like she began to pee, her body was wracked with jolts of pleasure as you felt your chin being drenched by her release. A bright blush covered Mina’s face as she saw what she had done, “Y/N I’m so sor…” before she could apologize you cut her off with a kiss, “No apologies, baby. That was hot.” Your girlfriend still hid her face with her hair, “You’re just saying that.” You shook your head as you placed a kiss to her cheek, “I’d never lie to you.”

Dahyun

“Geez.”

Dahyun’s body shook slightly as she laid back into the pillows, her fingers teasing her clit through the fabric of her panties as you sat at the end of the bed a small wet spot forming at the front of her underwear as you smirked, “Take your panties off and present yourself for me.” Your girlfriend blushed slightly but did as she was told, a small string of arousal was connected to the fabric as she threw over the side of the bed, pushing her knees up so she was spread out for you. “Now, touch yourself.” Dahyun’s hand snaked its way down her body till she made contact with her drenched opening, her breathing stuttered as she sank a finger into herself, a soft squelch filled the room as she added another finger. Her other hand coming down to play with her clit as a bright blush dusted her cheeks, her arousal building as you watched in awe. “C...can I come?” Your girlfriend looked at you with half-lidded eyes as you pondered it for a second, her peak climbing at an alarming rate, “What's the magic word?” Dahyun squeezed her eyes shut as she continued working her fingers in and out of herself, “Pl..please? Please. Pl...please!?” Her voice raised an octave as you smiled, “Cum for me Dahyunnie.” The raven hairs girl let out a load moan as her body seized, her vision filled with white as a stream of liquid shot out from between her thrusting fingers. You looked at each other in shock as she fell back into the pillows, you quickly scrambled up to her as you placed a kiss to her sweaty forehead, “Good girl.”

Chaeyoung

“That was amazing!”

You had your girlfriend strapped down to a chair as you circled her with a Hitachi in one hand and a riding crop in the other, you ran the leather toy up Chae’s thigh making her shudder as you placed a light swat to the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, “You’ve been a bad girl this week Chaengie. Haven’t you?” The blonde squirmed in her bonds as she hissed at the hit you landed on her other thigh, “Y..yes.” You hummed as you moved behind her, your hands running down her shoulders before you took both her breasts into your hands, squeezing the flesh lightly as Chaeyoung leaned into the touch right before you pulled away making her whimper. “Good girls get rewards,” You turned on the wand and held it down to your girlfriend’s neglected sex for the first time this evening, a surprised gasp leaving her lips as her toes curled against the hardwood, “do you deserve a reward?” Chae’s fingers curled around the silk holding her down as you continued holding the toy against her, “Only if you th..think I d..do.” You held back a smile as you leaned down to her ear, “Good answer.” The blonde heaved in a breath as she felt her peak rising, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she held back from screaming, “May I cum?” You pretended to look up in thought as Chaeyoung begged louder, “Y/N-ah please let me cum! I can’t, I can’t, I..” Before she could continue you cut her off, “Cum Chaeng.” The idol threw her head back in ecstasy as spurts of liquid sprayed from her pussy, a guttural moan falling from her lips as her release finally died down, a relieved smile on her face as you turned off the toy, “Wow.” You laughed lightly ruffling her hair, “Wow indeed.”

Tzuyu

“I…”

Tzuyu’s eyes fluttered close as she pushed down on your head, her pleasure building as you took her clit into your mouth. You sucked on the small bundle of nerves as she let out a loud moan, her knuckles turning white as her nails dug into your shoulder, “Y/N I’m gonna…!” Before she could finish her sentence her release came flooding out of her like a tidal wave, soaking your chin and the bedsheets. The Taiwanese girl’s eyes went wide as she stared down at you, a look of disbelief on her face as you laughed lightly, “What?” Tzuyu blinked, “Did I just?” You nodded, swiping your tongue across your lips to gather the wetness still there, “Yes you did. And it was hot.” At your words your girlfriend blushed brightly as you fell into a fit of laughter, “Not funny Y/N!”

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bts-weverse-trans · 4 years

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201128 Weverse Magazine ‘BE’ Comeback Interview - Namjoon

RM: “I spend a lot of time thinking about where I am now” BTS BE comeback interview 2020.11.28

The story of BTS’ new album BE started on April 17, 2020 when group member RM announced its production on the BANGTANTV YouTube channel. In the seven months that followed until the album’s release, RM’s mind was full, his thoughts flowing in and out of his head.

How do you feel about the unique approach you took to making your new album, BE? RM: The other members were a ton of help to me. My lyrics made it on the album, but the music I composed didn’t, so I’m really thankful to the group for the music. How should I say this? I feel like everyone is doing a great job. There are so many parts in these songs that I’m indebted to them for. “Stay” was originally going to be the title song on Jung Kook’s mixtape, but everyone liked it so much, and they all agreed to put that on our album. That’s how much influence they had. I’m really happy my room idea was chosen to be the album photos. Since we’re spending a lot of time in our rooms because of COVID-19, we laid out the idea of each of us decorating a room in our own style. I can’t remember for sure (laughs) but I think I’m the one who came up with that. I made a comfortable room, one that’s modern and warm because that’s what I like.

There’s a painting in the middle, and symmetrically arranged figurines. RM: The figures are from my own collection. I wanted to show one of my paintings, but that didn’t pan out. But still, those are the things I hold most dear to me right now, so I let the room embody the things I wish I had, too.

It’s well known that you like art and frequent exhibitions, but how do you feel when you look at art in your home or another space where there are no people, like in the album art? RM: Someone said, “You don’t have to buy this painting; it’s yours so long as you’re looking at it.” That’s my favorite sound bite these days. What I most envied about painters was that, even after they died, their work would be hanging up somewhere, maybe even in another country, still defining that space. Musicians leave behind their songs and videos, too, but it’s only through fine art that viewers in the future are able to completely meet artists from the past. I’m envious that this is only possible for painters. These days I’m trying to find spaces where I can have more relaxed viewing experiences.

There’s a full experience involved, from the time you get ready to leave your house until the time you’re actually looking at artwork in the gallery. RM: That’s perfect to me. There’s art you can keep at home, and then there’s art that should always be viewed in museums.

What effect do you think that type of experience has on your music? You didn’t compose any of the songs but instead participated in writing the lyrics to all of the tracks. Did that experience affect your lyric writing in any way? RM: I think it’s helped me develop a way of thinking using all the senses. I used to be attuned to speech and focus on language and auditory textures, but now I can look at my thoughts from many different angles. That’s why I spend more time studying art now. I’m waiting for the day that it all comes to the surface, like when you paint the base on a canvas over and over so the colors pop. It’s hard to answer in one word if it has a direct influence on my work, but I think people who create music develop a way of seeing the world through their personal experience and their creative process. Painters naturally exhibit their art over a very long period of time. I think it gave me an eye for looking at the world in one long, continuous stroke. So now it’s become a little challenging for me to write lyrics these days. I’ve become more cautious.

Why is it so challenging? RM: I used to have so many ideas pouring out that it was hard to pluck one out. So I would stack them up like a Jenga tower and ponder over which one to remove. But now, it’s hard to even add a block to the stack. I’m not sure why but, when I look at these artists whose works span their entire lives, I sense that the rhythm of my creativity is slowing down more and more. That’s the source of my dilemma. I’m only 27 years old. I still need to wander around and get tripped up a little. But am I just trying to imitate what the fine artists are doing? Or maybe BTS experienced so much in the past seven years, that now it’s time for us to take a breather? I’ve got so many questions, I feel like my hair’s turning white. That’s why none of my songs are on the album. I wrote some, but they were too personal to use there. I don’t exactly like myself like this, but I have to see through to the end in this direction and find the answer.

Maybe for that reason, your rapping has shifted focus to the lyrics more so than trend or musicality. It emphasizes the feeling of the words over a particular format or beat. RM: Exactly. In—was it 2017? Pdogg was talking to Yoongi, Hobi and me about our style, and said, “Namjoon, it feels like you’re becoming a lyricist,” and it really stuck with me. I have a lot of thoughts lately when I watch Show Me the Money or listen to hip hop songs from the Billboard chart. My music started out all about my life as a rapper, so I spend a lot of time thinking about where I am now.

So you’ve started to ask yourself who you are as a musician? RM: I listened to Lee So-ra’s seventh album again today. I keep changing my mind but, if I had to pick between her sixth and seventh album, I like her seventh a little more. And then I listen to the most popular songs on Billboard, and I feel kind of thrown off. Um … There’s something Whanki Kim said that’s been running around in my head lately: After moving to New York, he embraced the style of artists like Mark Rothko and Adolf Gottlieb, but then he said, “I’m Korean, and I can’t do anything not Korean. I can’t do anything apart from this, because I am an outsider.” And I keep thinking that way, too. That’s my main concern lately.

You can feel that on BE. As the members take on more prominent roles as songwriters and producers, characteristics of old Korean music—the kind of music you likely listened to in middle and high school—gradually entered your sound. But your music isn’t from that era, and it sounds like pop, but not quite. RM: The sound has to fit with the whole album so I couldn’t incorporate that feel into BTS songs, but the songs I’m listening to most lately have been Korean. Songs like P-Type’s “Don Quixote,” Dead’P’s “Spread My Wings,” Soul Company’s album The Bangerz. The impressions the songs from back then have left on me, the lyrics from back then and the lyrics from now, they’re different. So BE is both Korean and pop; it’s very unique, in my view.

I think that’s especially true for “Life Goes On.” It’s got a pop melody, but compared to “Dynamite,” it has a very different feel. It doesn’t slip deep into the sentimental, instead allowing the melody to flow naturally. RM: Exactly. The chorus is totally pop, and one of the writers was also American. But the song doesn’t really follow American music trends, weirdly. So I don’t know how “Life Goes On” is going to be received. It’s really calm, almost contemplative. So there’s lyrics, like, “Like an echo in the forest,” and, “Like an arrow in the blue sky.” The song kind of feels like that: It could just float off and disappear. It might even come off as bland next to “Dynamite.”

If nothing else, it seems the song will stick around for a long time. Maybe kids now will listen to it later on in the future. RM: I hope so. That’s the one thing I really hope for, people in the future, thinking back and saying, “Oh, right! Remember that one song?” That’s what my favorite artists and other people who leave a lasting impression on me have in common. One thing common among the songs that have affected me a lot, like Lee So-ra’s seventh album, is that the lyrics they utter in their voice along with the overall sound stick with me. I hope when people look back, my words uttered with the sound of my voice, echoes for a long time in an auditory or visual way, or even throughout their entire lives. But that’s the dilemma: We have all these bling-bling symbols of our success, but we’re not that kind of team.

And yet, BTS’s career path is even more “bling-bling” than ever. “Dynamite” was the top song on the Billboard Hot 100. RM: I was the first one to check our position (laughs) but I didn’t want to get too excited about it. I was scared of facing disappointment so I put the brakes on out of habit, and restrained myself. But on the other hand, I feel like I should relish this moment. This is a once-in-a-lifetime thing; shouldn’t I enjoy myself a bit? But I disliked that sensation of only feeling elated so I tried to be as objective as possible. I was just one small part of everything that made this happen.

It reminds me of that part, “Running faster than that cloud of rain / Thought that would be enough / Guess I’m only human after all,” from “Life Goes On.” RM: “Only human” sounds so appropriate for me right now. One time, I saw a dark cloud over the N Seoul Tower while I was walking along the Han River. I was with a friend and we talked about where the border between where it’s raining and where it’s not might be, and suddenly, we came up with the idea to run and find that spot. But after running for 10 minutes, the cloud was even further away than it had been. At that moment, the puzzle pieces snapped into place. You think you can go faster than that dark cloud? No. That’s what I realized then. And I just like what Whanki Kim said, that maybe I can’t do anything not Korean, because that’s what I am. I used to work late and then stay up all night when things weren’t working out, sometimes walking from Samseong to Sinsa station, thinking everything through. But now, like the saying, I realize that maybe I can’t do more than what I am.

On Weverse, you said that you gained some muscle from working out. Could the change to your body improve your creativity in the long term? RM: I started to think I better change myself a little, physically or mentally. I’m talking about being steady. I used to bombard myself with challenges and worries and just get over them, but now I think it’s time to find that one sturdy thing and plant myself there. The best choice was working out, and I think it’s changing my behavior a lot. I’m hoping that, if I keep working out for a year or two, I’ll become a different person.

Music is your job, but also your life. Like you expressed in “Dis-ease,” how would you say you feel about your work? RM: This is my job and my calling and I feel a great sense of responsibility. I think I’m lucky and happy that I can solely worry about my creative process. And I feel very responsible to those people who put their trust in me, so I try not to cross any lines, judge myself honestly, and always be professional. Those are the responsibilities that come with the job—the things I have to do and the promises I won’t betray. But if I’m going to do it, I’m going to be happy while I do it. That’s not always going to be possible, but that’s generally how I feel.

Well then, how do you feel about BTS at the moment? RM: BTS is … Well, it’s really hard to tell. (laughs) When BTS started out, I thought, “I know everything there is to know about BTS,” but now it’s, “I don’t know a single thing about BTS.” In the past, I felt like I knew everything, and that anything was possible. Call it childish or ambitious. But if I were to ask myself, “What is BTS to me?” I would say, we’re just people who met each other because we were meant to. But it feels like the stars aligned and a startup company became a unicorn, with perfect timing and lots of smart people. Looking back, there were a lot of ironies and contradictions in this industry. I thought I figured them out one by one, and then finally understood the whole thing. But now I feel like I don’t know anything at all. Anyway, to sum up: My young, reckless twenties. The events of my twenties. There were a lot of contradictions, people, fame, and conflict all tangled together, but it was my choice and I got a lot out of it, so my twenties were an intense but also happy time.

And what about you, as one individual person? RM: I’m a real Korean person. (laughs) A person who wants to do something in Korea. I think millennials are charging into society stuck between the analog and digital generations, and what I chose is BTS. So I try to integrate myself into our generation, try to understand what people like me are thinking, and try to work hard to capture that feeling without being a burden on them. This might be another kind of irony itself, but this is who I am. I’m a 27-year-old Korean. That’s what I think.

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forthechubbies · 3 years

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Mrs. Jeon Vol.5

Synopsis• One nightstand gone Marriage!? The past catches up with Yn when her head over heels husband finds his lost bride and will keep her by any means necessary.

Category's• RomCom, Comedy, Oh no, Jungkook, you're yandere is showing! Colorful words and smooching!

Duos• Yandere Jungkook! X Chubby! Reader

Author notes; I'm losing faith in this story. It's boring. Sorry for it being short.

Vol.6

“ I want to be yours forever, Kookie.”

You muttered into the crook of my neck, although we were alone. You in my arms, so delicate and fragile I thought you might break if I held on to you too tight...That-That twilight, I told you my happiness, vulnerability, and dreads, and you did the same. You feared thunderstorms due to a tragedy out of your control; you hate yourself for not possessing dreams to achieve….You still believe in fairytales despite your childhood being long gone.

You said these things yourself-of your own free will, so WHY are you pretending as if those deep conversations never happened. Like we never met like we never kissed like we never….loved. How could you treat your husband this way! The man who would put the barrel of a gun to his temple and pull the trigger without hesitation all for you, I would do anything for you just to look at me with the same love drowned expression from our wedding night. Please- For the first time, You might be the first woman who didn't give a damn about my title; hell, you haven't even heard of my name.

Or is this some type of sick game to you? Hopping from man to man like the pretty slut you are-Ha if that's the case, I'm competitive, babe, and I don't lose.

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Narrative's Pov

You didn't sleep a wink-well; you wouldn't allow yourself rather. Sleeping in a foreign environment isn't as content as it's crack out to be; being marooned on the island of Korea's prettiest flowers intensifies your stress level; you fear if any atoms were to give way, the whole house would wake up. Still, this foolish notion faded after stubbing your pinky toe followed by an ugly cry.

Still, Insomnia kept your eyelids peeled even after you abusing Jungkook's shower and covered your skin in the finest silk robe Jungkook's money could buy. Few hours in, you were bored and, quite frankly, a little bit hungry. Creakkk. Nothing to your left and nothing stood on your right-!

You sucked in your breath and held it tight. Jimin stood weakly but alert? His eyes were closed, and his head falls back at a tilt with his plump lips slightly agape. He snored.

" He's sleepwalking" You made sure to your voice low. It's dangerous to wake a sleepwalker, your uncertain why but not curious enough to find out first hand. You simply took his hand and leading back to bed. It's wasn't until you sat him down his head fell forward into your bosom.

"Mmm." He humbled in delight, mistaking your pillows for his own. Before things got out of hand. You laid Jimin down and watched him curl up to an actual pillow making it another one of his victims.

Your starting to see where Jungkook gets his oddness from.

GROWLL

Ah yes, Your solo kitchen expedition, but it looks like one beat you to the punch. Buddha Chips, Kimbaps, bottles of green teas, and assorted Korean sweets abandon on the sofa with the backdoor opened...

"Mmm!" A huge hand wrapped your mouth. Jungkook's face came into the corner of your eye.

“Please don't scream if you do; you'll wake up my hyungs, and they get crabby when their beauty sleep is disturbed, especially Jin-Hyung. So, I'm going to let go you go now, okay?"

Jungkook didn't release his grip until you obliged.

" Thank you...." Jungkook circled around you to the island inside the kitchen. " You look amazing, by the way. "

It is hard to endure his flatter without being affected, but a pink tint on your cheek gave you away.

" It's the only thing I had to wear.. besides your clothes." You muttered the last bit.

" You could have worn my mines. I wouldn't have mine, plus I did be a treat seeing you in my oversized clothes."

Who has the energy to be this cheeky at this time of night?!

You ignored him and went about your mission to get some food and off to bed! not acknowledge his likes!

But you know what you did? You fed into his crazed nonsense and ended up sitting on the backyard bench underneath the starry night with eating cup ramen. Frighteningly, the soft melting sense in your heart felt intimate in your memories. You sit on your knees and listening to Jungkook speak passionately about his career and apologizing for not telling you but not apologizing for kidnapping you?. Eventually, the subject to you and well.

“Why did you kidnap me?" Finally, the question we've all been asking-

"I felt like it." What?! Jungkook's reaction to the million-dollar question was nonchalant; he easily brushed it off, having more trouble slipping up the leftover sauce and ramen bits at the bottom of his cup.

You knew he was bullshiting you coming from his bitter tone, but not an idea went through your mind how to get him to-

Smack!

"Did you just hit me?!" Jungkook groaned at his stinging back.

" You don't just drag someone across seas just because you feel like it!"

Jungkook got in your face just as you did him. " Yes, you do! The way you feel like hopping up and abandoning me that night."

You stared at the tip of his nose against yours. " I-Jungkook.-"

"What" He spat. "Got nothing to say, huh?"

"It was a mistake, The marriage; we shouldn't have let it get that far."

His eyes darken, and sanity leaked out with every passing heartless drivel; jungkook cheeks redden for anger and frustration, his jaw clenched, veins throb.

" Here."

You flinched, baffled by the kimbap he offered for you to take.

“You haven't eaten since you got here. I'm going to bed. I got practice tomorrow.”

Jungkook meticulously pecked your lips goodnight leaving you dumbstruck. You watched his muscular back disappear into the beach house or fancy prison cell.

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thelastdrop · 3 years

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Festival 2: Explanation

TWICE Momo & TWICE Nayeon x Male Reader

3877 words

Categories: smut, threesome, oral

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You couldn’t get into the hotel room fast enough. Before you and Momo can scan the card to enter the room she’s already wrapped her arms around your neck pulling you in for a kiss. Once again taking charge she pushes her tongue into your mouth

Fumbling your way through the dark room, clothes are flying everywhere landing near each other on the floor as you take a seat on the edge of the bed. Momo makes quick work of your pants tossing them to the side and begins stroking your hardening cock in her hand.

Momo moves her lips up and down the side of your shaft before taking it into her warm mouth. Slowly and steadily taking you all the way down to the base, causing you to throw your head back onto the bed letting out a low moan.

—

When Momo had asked you if you’d like to go back to her room or your’s, you weren’t sure how to respond.

“Aren’t you sharing a room?” you asked curiously. She’d come here with all her friends so wouldn’t she be saving money by having her own place to stay?

“Our company is handling all our travel expenses, so each of us have our own room,” she cutely replies, swinging her shoulders.

“Oh well let’s just go to whoever's closer then.”

“Ooooooh eager to get me alone again, aren’t you?” Momo teases nudging you.

“How could I not be? I’ve wanted to see you begging for more since I laid eyes on you.”

“Begging for more huh?” a voice echoes from behind the both of you.

You turn to see Nayeon trailing close, almost too close, behind you two.

“So Momo you sure he’s the one you want to have with us while we’re here?” Nayeon continues, “I’m sure it wouldn’t be hard to find someone to replace him now, you still have time.”

“Oh there’s no way I’m switching. Like I said before I know how to pick ‘em” she replies back, sending a wink in your direction.

“Well if you're so sure, you wouldn’t mind me tagging along would you? I mean our hotel is two blocks away so it must be the closer of the two rooms. And you’re going to need my help if you're going to make it to your room without them noticing.”

Without them noticing? What the hell did Nayeon mean by that? She must be talking about the rest of the girls, right? You snapped out of your thoughts and looked at Momo then at Nayeon. Both seemed to be waiting on your approval of the whole situation.

“Well if it’s okay with Momo it’s okay with me.” Momo happily nods her head. She must really want to show you off to Nayeon the way she’s acting. “But I do have one rule, Momo gets fucked first we have… a previous arrangement.”

“That’s fine with me” Nayeon says, walking closer to you and placing her mouth close to your ear. “There are plenty of other ways you can take care of me while you fuck her,” Nayeon whispers, gently blowing on your ear.

Shivers run up your spine as she takes a step back and works out a plan with Momo. They both began talking in Korean, which you were only able to pick up on because your company deals heavily with importing and exporting goods to and from South Korea.

You still had no real grasp on the language, but could tell when someone else was speaking it.

Momo informs you of the plan. You’ll need to wait with her for about 5 minutes to let Nayeon have a head start, then you both can make your way to the hotel. Once Nayeon walks away Momo asks if you have any clothes in the backpack you’ve been carrying around all day. She scrounges around inside of it for a couple seconds and pulls out your favorite hoodie.

“Perfect! I was starting to get a little cold.”

A little cold? To you it felt super nice after how hot it can get in the middle of festival crowds being in the open air felt nice. And you could have sworn you saw Momo sweating while you were dancing together during Post Malhone’s set.

Nevertheless you and Momo made your way to her hotel. After a couple minutes of walking you notice Momo pull the hood up far enough to hide her face. Was she embarrassed to be seen walking with you? Once you got close and saw how much more extravagant it was compared to your own, which caused even more questions to start buzzing through your head.

As the elevator’s doors closed Momo quickly took off the hoodie and placed it back into your backpack. While still behind you she slyly snakes her hands around your waist she cups your dick in her hands.

“God I can’t wait to feel this stretch my tight cunt to its limits”

—

As you picked your head back up off of the bed to take a look at Momo giving you another mind blowing blow job, there was a knock on the door. Momo releases your dick from her mouth with a little pop.

“Don’t move.”

You give her a slight nod and watch her raise up walk toward the door. Watching Momo’s naked ass sway side to side as she strode toward the door, kept your dick firmly against your stomach as you waited for her return. You couldn’t wait to grab and squeeze it like there’s no tomorrow as you pound her into the mattress.

Momo moved onto tiptoes and peered through the eye hole of her door. Lowering herself down quickly, you watched her butt and thighs jiggle as she stepped to the side opening the door allowing the knocker to enter.

“Not even waiting for me before you st-” Nayeon’s words were cut off as she entered the room and saw you laying on the bed. “Holy shit Momo you really did pick a good one.”

“Oh trust me I know” Momo says cockily as she returns to her previous position.

Momo, not wanting to waste anytime, quickly takes you to the back of her throat. Swallowing around your head just like she had done several hours before. Working into a steady pace moving up and down your shaft, while her hands follow her lips twisting in a corkscrew motion is enough force yet another low moan out of your throat.

“I see you’ve started using some of my techniques now,” Nayeon says as she begins walking into the room making her way behind Momo.

“Oh my what’s this,” Nayeon coos as she kneels behind Momo. “Baby peach is soaked just from sucking on that big, thick cock?”

Nayeon reaches down and quickly shoves two fingers into Momo, causing her to hum around your dick sending vibrations throughout your body. Nayeon begins to furiously pump her fingers in and out of Momo’s cunt making an even bigger mess on the floor below her.

Momo’s lustful gaze is aimed directly at you while she continues to lather your dick in her spit and saliva, gagging every now and then as she takes you into her throat. Nayeon removes her fingers and brings them to her mouth. Momo lets out a whimper not wanting Nayeon to stop. Nayeon gives her a sharp slap on her ass, causing the girl to let out a muffled yelp, and locks eyes with you.

You are completely fixated on the stunning Korean girl standing in front of you. Nayeon begins strip teasing you as Momo continues working your cock and balls. Slowly crossing her arms and grabbing the hem of her top, she works it up her body revealing a delicious midriff, not quite as defined as Momo’s but still just as delectable.

She continues to pull it against her body, making you notice her nipples poking through the thin fabric of her top, signaling to you she must not be wearing a bra underneath. After a couple of quick jiggles she pulls it up far enough to free her tits with a bounce. While not nearly as big as Momo’s, the air of confidence that Nayeon has around her really accentuates her features. Biting her bottom lip she pulls it over her head and tosses it on the floor next to Momo.

With a slight spin she turns her back to you and grabs the waistline of her pants. Bending down, making sure to keep her pants tight on her ass, she slowly moved them down her legs freeing her delicious ass and thighs from the tight confines they were being held in. Almost instantly you notice that she was also going commando, giving you an excellent view or her already wet pussy.

Momo sensing you haven’t been paying attention to her takes you deep into her throat, forcing you to instinctively buck your hips up off the bed.

“Now Momo there’s no need to get jealous, you’re still going to get the first crack at Y/N,” Nayeon jests.

After several long seconds of being trapped in Momo’s throat she slowly rises up and releases you with a pop. Momo stands up chest heaving up and down, wordlessly her wonton body lets you know exactly what she wants. You reach for her arm and pull her onto the bed. You shifted into place over Momo and guided your cock toward her pussy. With a steady motion, you sank into her pushing all the way down. Feeling her tight walls stretch around you was almost enough to make you pass out after the intense blow job you had just received.

“Oh my God” you shuddered, hips bucking once at the feeling of Momo’s tight, wet heat. You needed to stay still though, feeling overwhelmed at how good it felt.

Nayeon came up behind you and pressed her bare chest onto your back. Feeling her soft tits roam up and down your back as her hands roamed your chest and abs just added to the sensations you were already feeling.

“Take it slow to start out” Nayeon whispered as she nibbled on your ear.

You gave a slight nod, pulling your hips back till your head is almost out, then sinking back in again. Momo’s tight walls continue their grip around you making each motion that much more difficult. Momo mashed her lips together at just how deep you were hitting inside her.

“F-Fuck your so big,” Momo moaned as you bottomed out inside of her.

Those words were all the encouragement you needed and caused a switch to flip inside you. Your hips took off, increasing in speed and strength filling the room with loud clapping sounds and your hips met Momo’s.

“Fuck!” She yelled as she grasped at your arms.

Nayeon sauntered her way up onto the bed leaving you without the warm sensation on your back you had become accustomed to. She straddled Momo's head, placing her pussy within licking distance of Momo’s mouth.

“We can’t have you making so much noise Momo, now can we?” She said as she lowered herself down onto Momo.

Momo began to hungrily lap at the folds before her now. Switching between long, slow licks and quick, focused ones around Nayeon’s clit.

“Shit Momo you always eat me out so well,” Nayeon moaned.

Feeling emboldened, you reached forward and grabbed the back of Nayeon’s neck and pulled her in for a lust-filled kiss. Keeping your hand firmly on Momo’s creamy thigh in an attempt to keep the pace that you were going, you pushed your tongue into Nayeon’s mouth fighting for dominance. Nayeon moaned into the kiss, throwing both her arms around your neck.

You then moved your hand downward till you found her nipple and captured it between your thumb and forefinger. You gave it a little tug which elicited another hum from Nayeon letting you know it was something she enjoyed. Opening your hand you palmed her tit and began to knead it.

Breaking the kiss you and Nayeon stared into each other’s eyes before you leaned back and grabbed Momo’s waist, lifting her up while increasing your pace once more. A long muffled moan escaped the lips of Momo as she continued to eat out Nayeon. She then moved her attention and latched onto Nayeon’s clit sucking it harshly. Nayeon let out a whine, moving both her hands to Momo’s swinging tits for stability.

As Momo gave one long lick along Nayeon’s folds, Nayeon started to buck her hips across the long, slick surface.

“Shit Momo I’m almost there.” Nayeon hissed out. Only lasting a couple of thrusts Nayeon’s eyes rolled back as she began to quiver on top of Momo. Covering her face with her warm honey. After about a minute had passed Nayeon leaned toward you, threw her arms around your neck again and gave you a deep, long kiss. This one felt... different though there was no battle for control, no sloppy use of tongues, just a deep, long kiss you hadn’t experienced in a very long time.

She broke your kiss and lifted herself off of Momo, freeing her. Momo’s mouth and chin was now soaked with Nayeon’s juices. You quickly leaned down and captured her lips so you could taste the mixture of both her and Nayeon.

“Goddamnit, your cock is so fucking good.” She moaned as clung onto your biceps and wrapped her legs around you.

You swallowed and moved lower to wrap her lips around a nipple, sucking lightly. Nayeon’s hand moved down along Momo’s body and began rubbing her clit. Momo became a mess at this point moaning both your and Nayeon’s name, so Nayeon pressed their lips together to silence her.

“Shit... I’m gonna cum soon.” You husk out.

“M-Me too. Oh fu-.” Her words were cut off as she began shuddering below you, coating your cock in her juices. Her walls tighten around your dick, making you grunt as you continue to thrust through it. Abs on fire you showed no relent as you continued your assault on Momo.

“Momo…”

“Outside. Today isn’t safe for her.” Nayeon relayed as her friend continued to tremble beneath you.

You quickly pulled out and began to jack off. You only lasted a few more strokes before unloading all over Momo’s body. Some landing on her stomach, some landing on her tits. As your orgasm stopped Nayeon moved and began to lick all of your hot cum up off of Momo’s body.

Once she gathered it all up, she looked at you with lustful eyes and swallowed. Smiling, she looked down to see your cock, still hard and standing proud.

Your gaze was focused on Momo’s body, watching her chest chest heavy up and down as she was still coming down from the state of ecstasy you placed her into.

A tug on your arm causing you to flip on your back laying down next to Momo snapped you out of the trance-like state you were in.

“Just relax baby, I’ll take it from here.” Nayeon said as she began to straddle you.

As you looked upon the gorgeous Korean woman above you and the stunning Japanese woman to your side, you began to wonder if all your luck had been used up tonight. Had all of the good karma you’d been saving been blown in a one-night stand? Would you ever reach a more perfect place than the one you found yourself in now, with two of the most sexy women you had ever met vying to be with you.

Nayeon slowly lowering herself onto you brought you back into the present moment. Placing her hands on his abs as she took her time to savour the stretch that your cock provided.

"Fuck, that's big," she whined, hands tightening against you as she grit her teeth and tried to steady herself.

She then began to rock her hips back and forth making your cock hit every nook and cranny of her tight cunt. Nayeon wanted to get the full experience that this dick could provide her, trying to satisfy needs that looked like they hadn’t been in a long time.

Wanting more, Nayeon began to ride you hard and feverishly, moaning in ecstasy as she started up and down your big dick, a gasping mess greedily pursuing all the sensations she could muster. She was chasing something shameless, bouncing quickly and roughly on her new found toy.

You were happy to let her keep going at this pace, especially as her ample tits began to bounce and heave before your hungry and delighted eyes. Your hands moved up Nayeon’s soft, creamy thighs before they settled on her hips allowing you to lay back and enjoy the show that she was putting on for you.

“Fuck Nayeon you feel so good around my dick.”

"Mm, and I have to thank Momo for helping me get some dick this nice," Nayeon whined, biting down firmly on her lip as she continued to heave atop him proudly.

Being able to let a bombshell like Nayeon have complete control over you was something you gladly accepted, letting the waves of ecstasy roll over the both of you. Watching your dick appear and disappear while getting coated in a mixture of both Nayeon and Momo’s juices dragged you deeper into an amazing state of bliss.

Nayeon trembled, body inching closer and closer toward the excited rush of pleasure she craved. She knew her orgasm was drawing closer, able to feel herself aching and shivering with the hot, throbbing want and Nayeon didn't want it to stop. Not for anything.

“Y/N!” Nayeon yelled as she came, howling your name as she bucked and shivered.

Hearing other moans coming from beside you, you turn to find Momo playing with her pussy. Unable to hold back as she watched Nayeon work herself into a state of complete bliss. Watching her friend become lost in the hot, lustful desire that you had put her into was too much for her to just watch idly.

Planting your feet firmly on the bed you began thrusting upwards into Nayeon chasing after your own orgasm. The quick change of pace sent Nayeon into another orgasm, shuddering and digging her nails into you abs as you pounded into her.

“Oh fuck! Come inside me I need to feel your hot cum deep in my pussy.”

Losing yourself for the second time tonight, you roughly thrust upward grunting and groaning as you loosed a massive flood of cum deep into her pussy. You pulled Nayeon down for a sloppy kiss as she was lost in her own orgasmic state.

“Momo… you... REALLY... found a good here” she gasped as she laid her head on your chest.

“I’m glad you finally see that I do know what I’m doing when it’s MY turn.”

“Well I’m going to get cleaned up first. Unless someone would like to join me for another round?” Nayeon smirks looking at you.

“No way Nayeon you need to get back to your room, you don’t know when someone will be coming around to check up on us.”

“Fine, fine I’ll go alone,” Nayeon coincided, “but I can’t wait to brag to the others about the stallion Momo picked out.”

—

After Nayeon finished cleaning up you and Momo moved into the shower together. Other than groping Momo’s breasts as you applied soap to them or her fondling your empty balls doing the same, there were no advances made. Once out and drying off you finally had to figure out what was going on with this group of girls.

“Okay Momo you really need to start explaining. First, you and friends all pick out someone whenever you go somewhere, and make him your sex toy? Then you say your company is paying for you to stay in a super nice hotel like this one and everyone has their own rooms? And you guys had to, what, sneak me in here?” you asked tying a towel around your waist, “I know, I know it’s a lot of questions, but I can’t help but wonder what the fuck I got myself into.”

Momo lets out a sigh as she finishes putting her robe on and takes a seat on the bed. She pats the spot next her and looks at you. You oblige her request and take a seat next to her.

“Okay, so how do I go about this… Kinda, yes, yes.”

“... Kinda, yes, yes?”

“To your questions! Yes our company put us up in this hotel. Yes we had to sneak you in here. And to say we just pick someone out and make them our sex toy while we’re where we happen to be isn’t entirely true,” Momo responds. “With most places we go, we each take turns picking someone out to spend time with us while we are staying in that city. As soon as the majority of the group vetoes the choice though we move onto the next person’s turn. We’ve never all fully accepted someone that we’ve picked out. There’s always someone who doesn’t like the guy for various reasons, but with you…” she pauses for a brief moment and looks you in the eyes, “you’ll definitely be sticking around.” A warm smile creeps across Momo’s face as she delivers that last line to you.

Your heart skips a beat as she stares into your eyes. You feel your face getting hotter and turn to face the ground. Once you calm down, you turn to face Momo again.

“But what’s with all the secrecy? When we were almost to the hotel you hid your face while you were walking next to me.”

“That’s the other big thing we hide to start out, but I know that you wouldn’t let anyone know about what I’m about to tell you right?”

Thoughts start dashing through your head. Are these girls in some kind of Asian mafia, are they secret agents, powerful business women who would be ruined if they got caught cheating on their spouses? You take a deep breath and calm your thoughts. I mean honestly what’s the worst thing she could possibly say? She’s a part of some internationally popular girl group that has adoring and sometimes crazy fans?

“Yeah, sure whatever you tell me now I’ll never repeat to anyone else.”

Momo’s smile becomes even bigger. She leans in and gives you a deep, affectionate kiss.

“Okay so take your time to process what I’m about to say and let me know what you think.”

You give her a slight nod.

“So me and the eight other girls you met today are part of an internationally popular kpop girl group that has adoring and sometimes crazy fans.”

A/N Welp there it is. You’ve somehow gotten into some kind of relationship with TWICE. I hope you guys like where the story is going, and the plot doesn’t seem too boring. It took me a lot longer than I’d thought to get through this chapter, but I am really proud of how it turned out. Like always feel free to leave comments with your feedback or suggestions. Thanks for reading!

#twice smut #momo smut #nayeon smut #male reader #reader insert #momo #nayeon #twice #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction

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BTS 8th Member - All Grown Up; Part 2

The BTS members realise their Y/N is all grown up. Set in 2016 Y/N age is 20 internationally and 22 Korean age. She isn’t a billionaire yet but is still very wealthy.

Read “BTS 8th Member - All Grown Up; Part 1” first.

Haeje, meaning release, is the name of a club (made up), in this au the club makes everyone sign non-disclosure agreements before entering and also takes your phone away. Which is why it’s going to be the regular club for Y/N in this au.

A-Lounge is also a made up club but won’t be mentioned as a regular.

Y/N - Your Name N/N - Nick Name

(English conversation is written in bold)

An hour(ish) later…

The 7 of them all walked into Haeje, having just signed the non-disclosure agreements and handing their phones in. Jimin raised his arms and sighed in deeply, “Aaahh home sweet home.” Jin rolled his eyes at him. They soon made their way to the booth and settled down, ordering drinks and joking around. Yoongi ordering an expensive drink he didn’t even like just to spite Jimin for making him go outside. Jimin just laughed at him and Yoongi glared.

A while later Jimin and Taehyung were on the dance floor with random girls. While the other five were sat around the table drinking and talking. Taehyung came back to the table and sat down against Jin sadly. Yoongi looked at him, “What happened to that girl who’s tongue you were trying to swallow?” Taehyung ignored the dig, sighed in disappointment and shook his head. “She asked if I’d have a threesome with her and her boyfriend.” Taehyung said face scrunched up in disgust. Everyone laughed at him. “At least Jimin lucked out.” Hoseok said. Taehyung pouted and said, “That bitch.” Everyone laughed at him.

Jimin was on the dance floor having the time of his life. This girl was hot, and he was 100% getting laid tonight. Nothing could go wrong… Which is what Jimin thought. But of course, the universe hates him.

As he was dancing with the girl, whose name was Taera, his eyes scanned around the club. Some girl making out with one guy and then making out with another guy on her other side. Good for her. Some guy awkwardly standing on the dance floor, looking like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole, while a girl was practically dancing on top of him. Bad for him. A girl and a guy both taking a shot and then competing over who could chug a beer faster. Definitely the girl the guy already looked drunk off his face and was spilling his beer.

Taera pulled Jimin closer and he looked back down at her. But alarm bells went off in his head and his eyes widened. He whipped his head back over to the boy and girl. It was Y/N who was now laughing at Hangyeol who was pouting at his defeat. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He saw Y/N and all of her friends at a booth drinking. He also saw who he assumed was Kyungseok being very touchy with Y/N. Fuck, this wasn’t good. Didn’t she say that they were going to some other club. What is Jimin supposed to do? Fuck you Y/N. Jimin thought to himself, he was going to have to sacrifice a sure thing to save you. He apologised to the girl, “Sorry this probably would have been fun, like really, really fun, but this is an emergency.” He kissed her cheek and then darted back to their table. Leaving a confused Taera in his wake.

“Hey guys this is fun right? Great! Well, that’s enough fun. Let’s go.” He said frantically trying to rush his members up. They all looked at him like he’d gone insane. Namjoon tugged him down by his arm, “We’re not going anywhere. We just got here.” He said to Jimin. Taehyung looked at him smugly, “Why? Did you strike out with that girl?” Taehyung asked him. Jimin scowled at him. “No. For your information I told her I wasn’t interested because I wanted to go home.” Jimin told him matter of factly, trying to hide his nerves.

All of a sudden, they heard a commotion on the other side of the club and looked over. Someone had dropped a glass on the floor and the table was cheering at him. “Hey, aren’t they Y/N’s friends?” Jin asked. Jimin laughed nervously. “Whaaat? Oh, they are what a coincidence.” Jimin said tapping his feet. Namjoon got that feeling in his gut again. He squinted his eyes at Jimin. Jimin was flailing his arms around and rambling, obviously trying to distract them. But from what? Namjoon’s eyes scanned around the club. There was nothing special until he saw it.

Y/N.

His Y/N was dancing with some random guy at a nightclub after saying that she’d be at her parents.

His N/N-ie lied to him.

He was feeling too many emotions to even comprehend right now. “Y/N?” Namjoon asked out loud but it was more disbelieving than curiosity, because that was definitely her. Jin looked at him. “What?” Jin asked him confused. Namjoon wordlessly pointed over in Y/N’s direction, she was laughing at something the guy said.

Jin gasped loudly gaining the rest of his members attention. “What is it hyung?” Hoseok asked Jin concerned. “N/N-ie is over there dancing with some random man whore.” Jin was seething. He knew his princess had been to clubs before. But that was always with Jimin or all of them. She never even showed interest in any guys, always just drinking and hanging out with them. Why would she lie about going to a club? It’s not like they ever stopped her from hanging out with her friends. But as she leaned up to kiss the guy she was dancing with he soon got his answer. The thought of Y/N with a boy made him furious. No wonder she didn’t tell them.

Jin cautiously looks over at the rest of the guys. Namjoon is just sat there disbelievingly. Taehyung moth won’t stop opening and closing as he takes in the scene. Hoseok looks shocked, his eyes wide. Jungkook’s brows furrowed in anger. Yoongi just looked at Y/N and the guy expressionless. “Who the fuck is that?” Yoongi spoke in an angry tone, glaring at the guy whose hands are dangerously low on Y/N’s waist. Jimin sighed in defeat. “What the hell? She said she was visiting her parents?” Hoseok asked angrily. Namjoon snapped out of his shocked state and glared over at Jimin. “Did you know about this?” Jimin looks at him shocked and chokes on air. Spluttering he replies, “What? No! Of course not!” Seeing the unimpressed look his members give him he backtracks, “Okay yeah I knew.” All of his members glare at him and he chuckles nervously. “Just remember N/N-ie is the one with a random guy.”

They all simultaneously look over to Y/N’s direction. “What the hell is hedoing?” Taehyung questioned in disgust, watching this dickhead grinding on dongsaeng. They watched as Y/N tugged the guy down buy his collar to kiss him. Jin practically squawked in disbelief flailing his arms about, “What the hell is she doing?” He asked in horror. Yoongi felt his muscles tense and his fists clench as he saw the stranger’s hands wandering down Y/N’s body. “He’s dead.” He said angrily standing up in order to go punch the guy and then scream at Y/N. “What? No, you psycho, sit down!” Jimin said pushing Yoongi down into his seat. “Why did you think she didn’t tell you guys in the first place? Huh? Because she knew you’d react like this.” Jimin said pacing in front of them waving his arms around. “She so much as looks at a guy and you practically have a stroke. Let the girl breathe. She’s 22 years old (Korean age). If you flip out at her now you’ll only push her away. She didn’t do anything wrong.” Jimin exhaled deeply after his rant. As if he had finally been able to breathe.

To him it felt as if he had gotten rid of a heavy weight. He saw the guilt you felt at lying to the guys, but he also knew what it was like to need an escape. You were smart, it’s not like you would do anything too stupid. He hated that you felt suffocated and had to pretend about any aspect of your life in your own home when they already had to do that so much for work.

A few minutes ago

Y/N was having a great time. All of her friends had arrived at Haeje a while ago, unknowingly just minutes after the rest of her members. They drank and joked momentarily forgetting about life outside the club walls. Kyungseok was practically clinging to her, the non-disclosure agreement letting him do so freely. A guy came over to Soomi and asked her to dance to which her friends cheered at. Hangyeol was waved but still challenged Y/N to a drinking contest. To which she obviously won. Hangyeol’s catch of the night consoled him while he sulked. Kyungseok leaned closer to Y/N, “Want to dance?” He asked her, his voice purposefully deeper in suggestion. She smirked at him and nodded downing her bourbon which had been refilled countless times.

Once they were on the dance floor Y/N saw that Kyungmin, who was terrible at drinking and was already drunk after a few drinks, dropped a glass to which her friends all laughed and cheered. She chuckled lowly at her friends before Kyungseok pulled Y/N close wanting her attention back on him and not her friends. She felt a flash of annoyance at his neediness before pushing it away and smiling at him falsely.

She closed her eyes; The base of the music felt as if it was beating in sync with her heartbeat. The dim lighting made her feel invisible and the touch of another person, his hands on her waist and lips on her neck made her feel pleasure. The combination made her feel alive. She wasn’t an idol or a CEO, she was nobody and it felt amazing.

Kyungseok moved his lips to her ear, “I thought we’d never get time alone.” He said to her biting her ear. She laughed amused at his eagerness pulling him closer. Unknown to her that all of her members were watching her. She tugged him down by the collar of his shirt before connecting their lips. They kissed hurriedly, tongues battled for dominance as she ran her fingers through his hair, tugging at the strands and he groaned into her lips. He pulled her closer. As his hands started drifting down she pulled away from him, her teeth tugging at his lower lip as she did. She smirked as she felt him shiver at the action. She left kisses down his jawline and neck up to his ear, feeling him grip her waist tighter. “Do you wanna get out of here?” Y/N whispered to him. He grinned down at her, “Hell yeah.”

They went back to the booth and grabbed their things, Y/N handed Daeho her one of her cards to pay for everything when her friends left. He shook his head, “It’s okay I can pay.” She just looked at him pointedly before looking at the table littered with countless liquors. He grimaced as he looked around the table that had many expensive bottles not to mention the table itself. “I might have to sell my house, but I can pay.” He felt guilty that Y/N always paid for everything. She just smiled and kissed his cheek, “You paid for dinner, this is on me.” She said, he sighed in defeat before taking the card. Pouting he said, “Thank you.” She just laughed, said goodbye hugging him and he kissed her cheek.

Kyungseok grabbed her hand the second she stepped away from Daeho and started to lead her away from the table towards the exit. “Get it N/N-ie!” Hanbin yelled looking away from the girl he was talking to. All of her friends cheered causing Y/N to laugh at them before leaving but not before she put her mask on. They got a cab back to the hotel.

Back at BTS’s booth they were still watching them. As Y/N pulled back from the mystery guy her teeth tugged at his lip, Jungkook groaned in horror, “Eww, that’s disgusting.” He said looking away from the scene. Y/N whispered something to him, and they went back to the table. Unknowingly with seven pairs of eyes planted firmly on them. They watched her interaction with Daeho when all of a sudden they were leaving. Namjoon jumped up from his seat, “She’s leaving. Where does she think she’s going? Is she leaving with him?” The members all gathered their things but Jimin stepped in front of them trying to block their path and reason with them. Yoongi glared at Jimin when he couldn’t see Y/N anymore. Jimin nervously tugged at his collar before he stepped aside.

They rushed past Jimin quickly to get their phones with him trailing behind them, “You guys are being ridiculous, what are you going to do? Hunt her down and ground her?” Jimin asked sarcastically as they all waited at the entrance desk for their phones. Jin nodded enthusiastically, “Oh yeah. Until she’s 50.” Jimin just looked done with life. Namjoon called the private car that they arranged picked up the seven. Taehyung sighed frustrated as there was no Y/N in sight.

The atmosphere in the car was tense as they were driven towards their dorm. They sat in silence, everyone processing what had happened. After they got there they all sat in the living room. Jimin eyes darted between his friends nervously. They continued to sit in silence. Until Hoseok broke the silence, “Well, what do we do?” “Call her.” Yoongi said immediately, his voice tense. Jimin rolled his eyes and folded his arms in resignation at how dramatic his friends were being. Namjoon got his phone out before calling Y/N and putting in on speaker phone.

Ring, ring, ring.

“Hello?” Y/N answered in English. Namjoon didn’t answer. He didn’t know what to say. “Oppa are you okay? What’s wrong?”Namjoon looked at his members, “Nothing’s wrong princess. Are you still at your parents’?” He asked, in Korean, hoping that she would fess up. “Yeah oppa. We skyped Adriel and Adonis. How about you guys?” Namjoon couldn’t believe how easy it was for Y/N to lie to him. He used to always be able to tell when she lied, or he at least thought he did. Since when was she able to lie so well? Namjoon felt uneasiness swirl in his stomach.

“Joonie oppa you there? Are you sure you’re okay? Do you need me to come home?” Y/N asked concern lacing her voice. Namjoon let out a breath. “Would you come home if I asked you to right now?” Namjoon asked her. “Of course I would. Oppa what’s wrong? You’re scaring me.” She questioned in Korean. A warm feeling engulfed him. She would come home to them. He was tempted to do it. But N/N-ie never got a real childhood and would never get to be a normal 20 year old. She was a smart kid he knew that. As much as he wanted to get her away from that random guy, he also wanted her to live her life. “You’re okay right?” Namjoon asked in English. Seokjin’s phone vibrated and he pulled it out, “Oppa check on Namjoon oppa I’m worried about him. Is everything okay? Should I come home?” Jin’s heart softened, even if she didn’t say it often, she loved them a lot. And Jin loved her too, which is why he wanted to get her away from that no doubt STD ridden guy. He showed the text to Namjoon who’s lips tugged up at the text. “Yeah oppa I’m fine.”She said. “Okay Y/N have fun. Bye.” He said hurriedly before one of his members could stop him. “Bye.” Y/N said sounding confused. Namjoon quickly hung up.

He could feel his members, bar Jimin, glaring at him. He ducked his head down to avoid their eyes. Jin quickly texted Y/N saying that Namjoon was fine and that they had a few drinks, so he was emotional. He was tempted to tell her that they knew what she was doing, and she had to come home but for some reason he just couldn’t. She texted him back saying to call her if they need anything.

Yoongi glared at Namjoon, “What the hell is wrong with you? You were supposed to get her to come home not tell her to have fun. The whole problem is that she’s having way too much fun.” Namjoon laughed nervously, “We can talk to her about it tomorrow.” He said dismissively. Yoongi scoffed. “This is ridiculous.” He said pulling his phone out and calling someone. “What are you doing?” Jimin asked in panic. “Calling her mother and simply telling her that Y/N left her laptop here. Since she’s apparently at her parents.” Yoongi said putting his phone on speakerphone.

“Hello? Yoongiah?” Almira asked curiously wondering why her daughter’s member called her. “Hello Eomonim, sorry for calling so late it’s just that Y/N left her laptop here and I was wondering if she’d need it since she has meetings tomorrow? I tried calling her, but she didn’t pick up.” Yoongi said hearing her pause. “Her phone is probably out of charge. Don’t worry about it Yoongiah, I’m pretty sure anything she needs Sooah will have.” Yoongi was confused. “I’m surprised Y/N didn’t come back for it since she’s staying at yours and has meetings tomorrow.” Yoongi said, eyes squinted at the phone. “Yes, she doesn’t go anywhere without that thing. I’m glad she left it. Her and her brothers are catching up and since it’s been a while I’m happy.” What the hell was going on? All of the members looked at each other in confusion. “Yoongiah I’ll tell Y/N you called okay?” She said to him kindly. He nodded in shock before realising she couldn’t see him. “Yes, Eomonim thank you. Have a good night.” He said to her. She said bye and hung up.

“What’s going on?” Jin asked confused as fuck at Y/N’s mother’s response. “Did noona actually make her mom lie to us?” Jungkook asked in disbelief. “I guess we’ll find out tomorrow.” Hoseok says resigned, before he looks over at Jimin who looks back at him weirdly, noticing his stare. “What?” Jimin asks. “Unless you know where she is.” Jimin stared at him in disbelief. “You know what? No. No, I don’t know where she is.” He lied. “And If I did know I wouldn’t tell you.” Jimin said glaring at them his lips in a thin line. Hoseok looked at him in disbelief. “Are you serious? She’s out there with some guy doing…” He trailed off his face twisted into a grimace. “Sex! She’s having sex!” Jimin snapped. “What’s the big deal?”

Yoongi glared at him, “She’s too young.” Jimin scoffed at him. “We all know Jungkook’s had his fair share. What makes Y/N so different? Oh, wait Y/N’s actually older than him so tell me why then!” Yoongi glared but didn’t say anything. Jimin raised his eyebrow at everyone else, all of whom looked away from him. Jimin stomped away from the living room to his room. Everyone else eventually dispersed.

Jimin slammed the door to his room and leaned back in his bed. Groaning in frustration at his member’s attitudes towards the situation. He hated this. He hated the lies but after observing the reaction his members had he knew you had made the right choice. Even he started to feel like you did something wrong with the way the guys were acting. But he knew no matter what he was on your side with this. Because he understood. He knew what is was like to need a distraction and while originally upset about her attitude towards relationships and more importantly her hiding it from them, he grew to accept it after she explained it to him. Explained how she felt like she needed an escape from their crazy lives, how this was the only way she felt like a person at times. And fuck did he understand that.

A while ago

The taxi dropped Kyungseok off at the hotel while Y/N went to the nearest convenience store to buy a phone charger as she forgot hers, she also didn’t want to be seen walking into the hotel with Kyungseok, just in case.

After buying a charger she went into the hotel. Meeting the concierge at the desk she lowers her mask before smiling at him. “Hello Manshik-shi.” The man in his 30’s smiles back at her friendlily. “Good evening Miss Kim.” She frowned at him playfully, “I thought we agreed you wouldn’t be so formal with me.” He laughed lightly before nodding, “Okay Y/N-shi. Here is your room card, your friend has already collected his.” Y/N smiled at him in thanks. He gave her the room key and she tipped him ₩5,000,000. He smiled at her thankfully but in all honesty it was well deserved. During all of her drunken flings at this hotel no media outlet ever found out about it. She smiled at him friendlily before wishing him a good night and raised her mask heading towards the lift.

Before she could press the button her phone rang. She furrowed her brows and wondered why Namjoon would call her. A few minutes later the call ended, and she had texted Jin before getting in the lift. She pressed the button for her floor before the lift doors closed. She then leaned her head back on the mirrors and closed her eyes. She let out a sigh. Of course, she felt guilty for lying to the guys, but she knew that they would go nuts. In their eyes she was still that wide eyed teenager who had to look after her family and had no one looking after her. She was still their baby to the members older than her.

Not to mention how protective Jungkook was of her, ‘his noona’ as he called her. Who he adored. He looked up to her so much and she didn’t deserve it. In his eyes she could do no wrong and no guy was worth her time. Jungkook was practically a guard dog when it came to men, jealous when anyone took his noona’s attention away from him. It was adorable and she loved him, but it made her feel as if she had to put up a front with him. Pretend to be a better person than she was.

But when he looked at her with doe brown eyes that sparkled in admiration resembling the way her younger brothers look at her, she realised that there is nothing she wouldn’t do for him and their members. So, she would continue to put up this front, pretend to be that girl from 4 years ago if it made them happy.

She’s a twenty year old girl with so many responsibilities that she feels like she will crumble under the pressure at times. But the sex and alcohol are distractions, during that time in a hotel room it’s only her and the other person, whoever that may be. She knew that booze and sex weren’t exactly the healthiest coping mechanisms, but it worked for her.

And truth be told she didn’t have anywhere near enough time for a relationship. In all honesty she didn’t want one. In her mind she was the last person who should ever be in a relationship. She’s terrible with affection and practically emotionally retarded. She can hug someone casually but in an emotional situation you’d probably find more comfort in hugging a rock. She’s fucked up and the thought of a committed relationship makes her feel uneasy.

So, she’d continue the meaningless flings. Continue her (not really friends) friends with benefits situation for as long as she could and when Kyungseok decided that he either wants more from her or to break up she would move on to the next guy and repeat. It was the easiest thing for her to do. The alcohol coursing through her veins prevented her from thinking any more about how screwed up she is and stopped her muscles from tensing too much, it created a pleasant buzz that resounded throughout her body.

Opening the room door, she sees Kyungseok on the bed on his phone, he looks up at her and smiles turning his phone off. She walk over to him slowly and sits next to him. She turns her head and stares into his eyes, putting a hand on his cheek, he sighs and leans into her hand for a moment before leaning down to kiss her. She soon forgets about life outside the four walls of the hotel room. (You can guess what happens here)

Around 5am

Y/N wakes up to the vibration of her phone under her pillow, she had set an alarm on the lowest vibration setting. Squinting in confusion as to why she set an alarm at this unholy hour she was about to go back to sleep until she felt the weight around her waist. Snapping her eyes open she sees Kyungseok next to her and then remembers where she is along with the events of last night.

She carefully removes his arm in order to not wake him and walks over to her duffel bag, that Sungmin oppa left, and pulls out her clothes, quickly changing before collecting her clothes and heels from last night that were scattered around the floor and stuffing them in the bag. After wearing the pair of trainers she packed and the coat from last night, she puts on her mask and cap before searching the bag pocket for the keys to Romeo.

After making sure she had everything she looked back at Kyungseok to make sure she hadn’t woken him. She was about to leave the room but hesitated for a moment. She tilts her head to the side before sighing and walked over to the nightstand, where there was a complementary notepad and pen with the hotel’s logo on them. She scribbled something down before tearing the note from the pad and placing it on her pillow and then silently left the room.

Unknown to her Kyungseok was awoken by the vibrations from her phone just like he was every time. And just like every time he silently watched her walk away from him so easily when it was so hard for him. But then he saw stop walking and as she was about to turn around he quickly closed his eyes. He heard her footstep come towards him and he hated the flutter of hope that felt. He felt confused when her heard her pick up something from the nightstand and soon after heard a tearing sound, followed by disappointment when he heard her footsteps walking away and the quiet beeping of the hotel room door.

Opening his eyes fully he saw a piece of paper on her pillow and reached out for it. ‘Last night was fun love. I have work soon but get whatever you want for breakfast, it’s on me.’ He knew she was lying, that she doesn’t have any plans early in the day or she would have left earlier like she normally does when she has something scheduled for the mornings. Despite knowing this he can’t help his racing heartbeat at the thought that maybe one day he could mean something more to her. Shifting in the bed he lays his head down on the pillow she used, engulfed in her scent he falls back to sleep the paper still clutched in his hand.

Y/N sighs after exiting the hotel room, feeling guilty for leaving without a word, but it was easier this way. The thought of waking up with someone was like making a promise that she would be there the next time as well. That she was there for more than the sex when in truth she wasn’t. And the last thing she wanted was to play with someone’s feelings, so she let Kyungseok know at every possible opportunity that this meant nothing to her, that it was just sex.

Walking out she sees Manshik still at the concierge’s desk. When he sees her he smiles and she returns the gesture with a wave. Leaving the hotel, that convinienty and thankfully didn’t have doormen at night, she walked into the car park towards the usual place in which Sungmin usually parks her car. After finding Romeo she puts her bag in the back seat before driving to the dorm to shower and sleep.

Unaware of the shit storm that was going to happen after she woke up.

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Departure | M

Synopsis: As a flight attendant for Korean Air, you’re scheduled for a thirteen-hour flight to Japan. However, things get intimate between you and your partner and co-pilot, Jeon Jungkook, when he realizes Park Jimin, the famous idol from Korea, broads the plane and blatantly flirts with you.

Pairing: Pilot!Jungkook x Flight Attendant!Reader, slight Idol!Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 6.2k

A/N: Happy birthday, @moonpeachhy ! To fulfill your cute bunny fantasies, you FURRY. Jkjk. Enjoy the fluff with the husband you’ll never have. I love you~ I hope my fic isn’t too boring 😉

Tags: Smut, flirting, slight dirty talk, hickies/markings, blowjobs, kissing, fluff, pwp tbh, lap grinding, and possessiveness/jealously. Jungkook being lowkey a yandere.

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“Ahh, Jungkook… N-not-”

“Shh, just a few more minutes, princess. Pleaseeee…?”

Cramped in a single seat of the Korean Air Airbus A330-200, you were up against Jungkook’s muscular chest, hands tightly holding onto the shoulder of his crisp white uniform. The cockpit of the airplane was narrow, with dozens of intimidating switches and levers behind you as Jungkook’s head fixed itself on your neck.

Warm air wafted around in the cockpit as your head tilted to the side, your hair slowly unwinding away from the ribbon that secured it together. The sky blue uniform that hugged your curves crinkled against his chest and lap, wrinkling as Jungkook nibbled and kissed the skin of your neck, sucking until it turned a shade of red. You winced in his lap, knuckles turning white as you shuffled uncomfortably in the tight space.

“I’ve told you my ascot t-tie doesn’t cover them well…! Jungkook-”

“Don’t worry so much, princess.” He cooed, removing his mouth only to stare up at you with his clouded eyes. “You’re always careful around passengers. I’m not worried.”

"S-still…! It's ticklish."

Jungkook broke out in a cute bunny smile, cheeks protruding out as he giggled, trying to keep you in place. Your face only flushed, eyes glaring daggers as you pushed yourself up and out of his hold.

“Wait, where are you going?” He pulled you back into his sturdy chest, his grip strong on your arm as you fumbled forward. “We still have thirty minutes, princess. Compared to the thirteen hours I won’t be able to have you… Please?”

“Jungkook, we have thirty minutes until departure! I have to go greet the passengers." You exasperatedly whined, trying to make your way out of his vice-like grip. Jungkook’s face broke into a pout as both of his hands held your wrists down, refusing to let you go.

“B-b-but… I’ll miss you…” He sulked, staring up at you as your heart leaped and a second later, melted. You squished both of his cheeks with your hands as his eyes widened, his mouth forming fish-lips. The adorable sight was too much for your fragile heart and you leaned forward, placing a small kiss on his lips. He happily obliged, moving his hands up to behind your head, deepening it immediately.

When you finally disconnected from each other, you stood up this time, finally getting your high heels onto the floor of the plane. You brought your arm to your mouth, shyly wiping the leaking saliva and fixing your hair. Jungkook watched as you smoothened your uniform, only to get up himself, his eyes catching one of the airplanes on the runway that ascended into the air, its wheels slowly winding back into the body.

He adjusted the cuffs and brushed his hands over his white dress pants, redoing a button on his uniform that had popped open. Before he could fix his fringe, you called.

“Jungkook, do I look alright?”

He turned around to your nervous fidgeting and steadied you by the shoulders. His eyes darted up and down, then side to side as he tugged on the ascot tie that gently hung around your neck. He slid it down, his expression hardening as his fingertips tried to pull the cloth to increase its width. The knot was tight and he scratched at it, hoping for it to unwind.

“It really doesn’t cover well…” He muttered, only for your face to flush as you grew worried.

“Jungkook…!”

“Ahh, this is annoying…” He glowered, finally getting the tie undone and rewrapping it softly around your neck, hiding more of your marked skin. With the tie secured on, your hand came up to feel it, giving it another tug. “Okay, it looks good now, princess. Try not to get caught.”

This is your fault though…

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With a wardrobe of his caliber, he was easily recognizable. From the Saint Laurent boots that clicked against the tile floor and the Chanel necklace that dangled around his neck, Park Jimin was immediately spotted.

Jimin's leg bounced up and down in the LaGuardia airport as he leaned back in his stiff chair, waiting for his flight to be called. The gate was filling and bustling with people, most busying themselves on their electronics, chatting away, or eating some last-minute meal. There was always the crinkle of plastic and the squeals of children that slipped past and through his earbuds. People constantly walked by him in the enormous airport, some sharing glances with each other and muttering whispers as Jimin minded his own business, scrolling through his phone.

“Hello, this is Gate 330,” A female voice spoke into the intercom, echoing all around the section he sat in. “We will now be boarding first-class and unaccompanied minors. I repeat, we will be boarding first-class and unaccompanied minors.”

Jimin stood up from his seat, stretching his arms in front of him before throwing his bag over his shoulder as his heels clicked against the floor. He sauntered over to the small, yet growing first-class line, sunglasses covering his eyes as he patiently waited behind several people. As he got to the front, his ticket was scanned, micro-perforated and swiftly cut, and let in to pass.

“Please enjoy your flight.” One of the female staff spoke, her cheeks slightly tinted red as Jimin gave her a small and perceptive smile.

He gave a polite nod to all the staff, walking down the jet bridge ramp as he looked through the clear windows. Outside displayed dozens of airplanes, all orderly and waiting at their respective gates. Jimin’s hands came up to his head, readjusting his beanie and pushing back up the bridge of his sunglasses. He stared at the ground below him as the soft, yet thin carpeting of the ramp concernedly shook with each slow step he took.

As Jimin made a left-hand turn, he was greeted by the entrance to the plane as well as the staff who stood by. He ducked his head as he boarded, acknowledged with hellos and welcomes. With a smile on their lips, Jimin smiled back at them, his eyes glancing at each face of the plane staff.

Jimin took in one of the particular woman’s appearance, his eyes swiftly sliding from top to bottom as he turned back to the vast expansion of rows in front of him. A smirk graced his lips while he searched for his seat. Even in the short instance he took in your appearance, he noticed your flushed cheeks and the slight pink marks that poked out from underneath your ascot tie.

As Jimin plopped in his seat in first class, he laid his bag down, lying on his seat and reclining it back. When his eyes softly closed, his lips were still curled upright. Having dealt with his fair share of men and women, Jimin was way too familiar with those cute little marks that were littered all over your neck.

Maybe he wouldn't mind this flight after all.

Meanwhile, you wanted to scream. The thumping of your heart was rapid, your chest tight. Your eyes had deadlocked and met Park Jimin's crystal clear eyes. Park Jimin… Your body grew warm and you couldn’t help but shudder. Korea’s famous solo artist had noticed you. You could remember all his fans tweeting to stream his newest release, but right now, all you wanted to do was sink your head into the nearest stream and drown.

Your fingers hovered over the mark on your neck, wondering if the silky ascot tie was actually covering it properly. His eyes had travelled down your figure, fixated on your neck. There’s no way he had seen it, right?

There was a rush of humiliation and embarrassment that the person you looked up to possibly had seen it. The slight upward pull of his lips as his eyes lingered to the marks… Now that you thought about it, getting revenge on Jeon Jungkook sounded like a good idea if it was the last thing you did on this flight.

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“So, you really took your time with y/n in here.”

“Hyung… You aren’t mad, right?” Jungkook whispered, looking up at the captain of the aircraft with doe eyes.

“Jungkook, just because you’re in the cockpit, doesn’t mean…” Namjoon trailed off, coughing into his fist at his lame joke. “Just… Keep it in your pants.”

“Hyung! I haven’t-”

“Don’t ‘hyung’ me, mister.” Namjoon sighed, flipping several switches of the aircraft. “I have to sit in this seat for the next eight hours. Jungkook, how could you do this to hyung…” He dramatically sighed.

“Hyung, I’m sorry! But, I really didn’t do anything!” Jungkook desperately persuaded. “It’s not what you think. I promise!”

“Jungkookie, why couldn’t you have thought about hyung?” Namjoon, fake teary-eyed, cried out to the younger.

Jungkook gave no comment as he stared straight ahead, hands on his lap. As Namjoon chuckled, the younger’s face seemed as if it was about to explode with embarrassment. Jungkook, being the younger of the two, had always been the timid one, preferring to learn from Namjoon with each flight they took around the world. The mere hundreds of hours Jungkook had accumulated didn’t even touch Namjoon’s tens of thousands of hours in the air.

“You know I’m just teasing, right?” Namjoon asked, recomposing himself back to normal as he placed a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“I know, hyung… You’re just so mean, you know that?” Jungkook pouted, sulking in his seat as he looked off to the side.

Namjoon laughed, small dimples appearing on his cheeks as he turned back in the main seat of the cockpit.

“I can’t help myself when you always give the best reactions, Jungkookie.”

“Yes, yes, captain.”

“I’ll be counting on my best co-pilot for the next eight hours.” Namjoon winked at the younger, who only stared at him with awe.

“Oh, c’mon hyung. I bet you’ve had better co-pilots than me. Don’t lie to me like that.”

“Jungkook, I wouldn’t lie to you.” He smiled as Jungkook suddenly hesitated to believe him. “I know you usually take the takeoffs, but I think it’s time for you to step out of your comfort zone. Don’t worry, trust yourself. I know I do.”

“Yes, captain,” Jungkook responded solemnly, clouded with worry as he assisted Namjoon for their takeoff.

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“Everyone’s boarded.” You clapped your hands together, watching as Taehyung slid the entrance to the plane shut. With permed black hair, a radiant smile, and a dark navy-colored suit, he met your gaze, a mischievous grin hiding beneath his lips.

“Wow, are those marks even human?”

You turned around, slapping your neck as you caught the devilish smile on his face.

“Ugh, wipe that stupid grin off your face, Taehyung.” You rolled your eyes, walking over to the galleys, the sound of utensils clicking in the so-called “kitchen”. Taehyung joined you, fingers coming up to move the ascot tie further upward.

“Some was poking through.” He smirked, lightly tapping your forehead as you bent back, only to watch him scurry off to the front of business class. You could see the other flight attendants at the beginning of economy class, helping passengers store their belongings up in the upper compartments.

Taehyung was far in the business class section, energetically greeting all the wealthy passengers. He would ask them to buckle their seatbelts, even though the intimidating businessmen clicked their tongues, turning in the other direction. Unfazed, Taehyung would simply smile back continuing down the rows.

As your mentor, he often let you know not to take the passengers’ attitude as a personal attack. He saw your gentle and sensitive heart, your solemn attitude when meeting passenger’s needs. And although the initial judgemental glances from staff who had worked longer were rough, jealous of your role in serving first class, they eventually came around.

Stepping out from the galley, most, if not all of the passengers were seated. Families chatting and others blurring out the world with their earbuds. You reached for the prompter, getting a nod from Taehyung as well as confirmation from the cockpit.

“Testing… testing…” You started, watching as several heads looked up from their seats at you. You smiled at the ones you made eye contact with, chuckling when some looked downward or the other way. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us this afternoon over to Narita, Japan from Laguardia airport, New York.”

“The flight time is estimated to be about 13 hours and as we get closer to our destination, you’ll be able to see a more accurate reading from the screens in front of your seat.”

“Flying our aircraft today is Captain Kim Namjoon, assisted by his co-pilot Officer Jeon Jungkook. Meanwhile, the cabin staff has Hoseok in the back, Taehyung in the center, and myself, Y/n, up at the front.”

“Please direct your attention to the flight attendants in your section as we go over the safety features of our Airbus A330-200 aircraft.”

“Seatbelts must be fastened at all times unless indicated, but then again, I know some of you enjoy not listening to us so feel free to take it as a suggestion. Do what you will.”

“If you don’t like our pilots, staff, our food, rest assured. This airplane model has eight exits: Two at the front of first-class, two at the front of business, two at the beginning of economy, and another two at the end.”

Taehyung and Hoseok directed their arms in their respective sections to all exits, unable to help the smile that appeared on their lips and the chuckles they let out. Smiles and laughs echoed from ahead of you as you continued, feeling the mood of the aircraft lighten up.

“Now with that out of the way, in the back seat pocket in front of you, there is a safety information card.” You lifted the card as an example, always amused how nobody reaches for it. “I know the majority of you are not going to read it, but in case you want to, please feel free to block your ears as I go over what it covers. The card outlines all the safety features that this airplane model provides and in case of an emergency, it would be extremely beneficial to have the knowledge beforehand.”

“In the rare event that our two wonderful pilots decide it would be more interesting to make a voyage in the ocean instead of a flight, life vests are underneath your seat and flight staff will assist you in case you need help.”

You, yourself, laughed, imagining Jungkook’s face at the back of your mind. Was he adorably fuming in his seat? Perhaps sighing as Namjoon teased him for the nth time? Laughing at your joke with you? Your thoughts are quickly moved to the side as you continued, projecting your voice into the loudspeaker.

“The black strap of the life vest will wrap around your waist and make sure you tighten it securely. Then, pull the red tab down and then blow into the red tube to inflate.”

You demonstrated on the life vest given to you as an example, pretending to inflate it at the end for presentation purposes only. Putting the lifevest to the side, you grab ahold of the prompter again, looking over at Taehyung who gave you a thumbs-up and a wink.

“In case of a severe drop in cabin pressure, masks will fall from the overhead compartments to stop the decompression. Extend the plastic lining and make sure it's securely placed over both your nose and mouth to breathe normally. Please make sure your handbag is underneath your seat, table trays are upright, and thank you again for travelling with us. This is a non-smoking flight, and it is a pleasure to serve you today and I guess... tomorrow.”

As you were about to put the prompter back in its spot, you stopped.

“Oh! I wanted to add: as a final message to our passengers, this is once again a thirteen-hour flight. If you find any of the cabin members appealing or attractive, rest assured, we come with many benefits if you ever decide to pursue a marriage with one of us here. You’ll have the luxury to be able to enjoy flying free. Thank you.”

You gave a cheeky smile to the passengers as Jimin met your gaze, laughing, his hand covering his mouth. When he noticed your eyes, he grinned, biting his lip and smirking. You quickly placed the prompter back in its spot, rushing as quickly as possible to the galleys and away from him, legs trembling and breaths quick as Taehyung and Hoseok joined beside you, waiting for takeoff.

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“She kills it every time. I can’t believe it.” Namjoon laughed, his eyes squeezing shut as dimples etched into his cheeks. Jungkook hummed in agreement, only to be silent for a second, his eyes wandering as he adjusted his aviation headset against his ears.

“Why did it sound like she was offering herself as a marriage candidate though?” Jungkook glowered, his face morphing in a distressed expression.

“Oh, c’mon. I doubt anyone’s going to take it seriously, Jungkook.” Namjoon reassured, the younger hesitantly agreeing.

“...Right.”

“Can you make sure the wings and engine are ready for takeoff?” Namjoon said, buckling himself into the shoulder harness.

“Of course, captain.”

As Jungkook busied himself on his side of the cockpit, Namjoon connected to the air traffic control tower. Jungkook fixed the mic of his headset near his mouth as he gave confirmation to Namjoon, the loud sounds of the airplane engine firing up. The plane had disconnected from the jet bridge, tires slowly rolling away from the gate.

“Korean 086, confirmation for takeoff, please,” Namjoon spoke, his English coming off swiftly, awaiting for the ATC’s response. He backed out the plane as he looked at the three ground crewmembers, the marshalers, directing him on the runway.

“Korean 086, are you ready to go? We have a clear lane.” An American male voice answered back, linking to his headset.

“Yes sir, Korean 086, we ready for takeoff,” Namjoon replied, waiting for the takeoff lane number as he successfully pulled away from the other planes and gate.

“Got it. Wind 260 at 5, Korean 086, cleared for takeoff, 25-right. Start rolling, please.”

“Korean 086, cleared for takeoff, 25-right,” Namjoon repeated, following his lane number. As he turned to face Jungkook, he smiled brightly. “Ready for a long flight?”

“I was born ready, hyung.”

With only being preoccupied for a couple of extra minutes, the plane’s engines fired up. The conditions were perfect, the plane ready to ascend into the sky. Namjoon pulled down on the accelerator, the plane beginning to speed down the runway, gaining acceleration as both pilots judged the metrics before having a clear window for liftoff. When the plane began to fly off the ground, the wheels retracted into the body as Namjoon kept direction and speed in control.

The highway that was filled with cars shrunk smaller and smaller from the window of the passengers. The plane, high in the afternoon glow of New York, set its course to Japan.

»»————-　♡　————-««

“Jungkook, we have to switch now.”

Namjoon leaned over to the sleeping boy who jumped awake, unbuckling his own harness as he stepped out of the co-pilot seat. The two swapped seats, Jungkook adjusting himself as he buckled himself in.

“Did you get enough sleep?” Namjoon asked, looking over and yawning a second later. Jungkook chuckled, some of his teeth showing through.

“Yes, yes. Hyung, now go get some sleep. They’re going to accuse me of not switching again.” Namjoon sneered, reclining his chair back with his hands folded in his lap. Within minutes, Namjoon’s head drooped, his breathing even as he drifted off.

It would only be six more hours until their arrival in the Narita airport, the flight lagging behind the estimated time. Jungkook sighed, scratching his scalp as he stared at the darkness of the clouds and sky. There was nothing worse than landing. He hated the way the airplane flaps flung up to go against the wind, the wheels harshly making contact with the runway causing the plane to shake and rumble, and the dice roll of nice air traffic control officers.

He wasn’t the best-spoken person, stuttering his way his sentences and feeling confused by unclear directions. Not to mention the nightmare of English. Sometimes he wondered if he was just too sensitive to comments that Namjoon seemed to brush off easily.

But before Jungkook could regress back into his negative thoughts, there was a knock on the cockpit door. Jungkook jumped, his body growing tense as he looked back for a second, only to look back to where he was flying. Due to instinct, his mind thought of the worst possibility on the flight, only to quickly ease out at the sound from the other side of the door.

“Jung… me.”

A whispered voice came from behind the door. Jungkook smiled, pulling the lever from lock to unlock as he listened to your heels click behind him. You closed the cockpit door as you came up behind his seat.

“How’s everything going?” You asked, handing him a glass of water. “Thought you might need a drink.”

“Thanks, princess. You’re a lifesaver.” He gulped down the water in one shot as he handed it back to you. You blushed, shifting your weight as your eyes glanced at the other seat.

“The flight’s been quiet.” Jungkook softly spoke as to not wake up his hyung. “How about the passengers?”

“I would say it’s fine if it wasn’t for Park Jimin calling for me every half hour. Drinks. Food. A casual conversation, or so he said.” You sighed dramatically as Jungkook rose an eyebrow. “Oh! And you, mister. Mr. Park Jimin gave me a look when he caught some of the hickies showing through! I can’t believe- Ugh, I’m so embarrassed.”

“Park Jimin? You mean the singer? He’s on this flight?” Jungkook asked incredulously.

“Yeah… Though, Taehyung’s covering for me, right now.”

“What do you mean, ‘a look’? Is Jimin bothering you?”

“I mean, I could sound like a narcissist right now, Jungkook.” You chuckled softly as Jungkook rolled his eyes. “‘Oh, look at me, I’m so pretty that even a singer was side-eyeing me.’ Yeah, I’m not that self-obsessed, baby.”

Although Jungkook would have normally accepted the joke about a man finding his spouse attractive, his jaw clenched as he began to grow irritated. He sometimes wished that you didn’t have to serve first class. Those rich, entitled, assholes always pissed him off. It was always the ones with money, wasn’t it? This wasn’t the first time he heard of passengers trying to flirt with you.

“Oh, would you look at that. Namjoon’s out like a rock.” You stated, breaking him away from his pessimistic thoughts as you looked over the eldest who was softly snoring.

“He’s probably stressed. I mean, he’s flying with me and all... ” Jungkook spat irritably, his hands tightening around the W-shaped yoke. His voice trailed off as he shook his head, counting his inhales and exhales. He didn’t want you to see him like this. Why did he have to feel so jealous and inadequate when he knew both of you were tied around each other’s finger?

“Are you okay, baby?” You rubbed his shoulder, feeling his muscles relax. “I’m sorry if I worked you up about Jimin. I know how you feel about some of the passengers…”

“Y-yeah, I-” He sighed, keeping his eyes straight ahead of him. “Sorry, I wasn’t mad at you or anything… As you can see, Namjoon gave me the landing for today’s flight…”

“Aw, baby… Are you stressed out?” You cooed, side hugging him in his seat.

“I guess you can say that… Namjoon always says how good of a pilot I am, but I never seem to be able to believe him. I sometimes wonder if I actually am.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Jungkook. Of course, you’re a good pilot.” You persuaded, patting his shoulder. “Flying a plane takes a lot of courage and intelligence.”

Your fingers brushed through his hair as he continued to stare straight forward at the empty sky. You had hoped he would turn to face you, but he stayed stoic and still.

“Courage?” Jungkook scoffed. “Courage if you’re afraid of heights or planes, maybe.”

“Jungkook…” You sighed, your expression falling. “I wish you could give yourself more credit. It’s scary flying a plane… I don’t even want to imagine what it’s like if you make a mistake on a flight. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Whether it be a small plane and your life is taken away from you… or a big plane like this, where you’re in control of the hundreds of people’s lives here. And yet, despite all that, you still come to work every day, servicing millions of people.”

Jungkook remained silent as he simply nodded, finally looking up at you as he beckoned you over. His arms wrapped around your stomach from where he sat.

“I love you… You know that, right?” He whispered, releasing his arms as you squatted to match his height.

“Of course. You tell me every day, how could I forget?” You grinned, leaning in as he met you for a kiss. It was soft and tender with Jungkook’s teeth nibbling your bottom lip, the soft turbulence cutting the kiss short.

“Do you… want me to help ease away your stress…?” You teased, breath tickling Jungkook’s ear as his head snapped over to face you. Another kiss met his lips as Jungkook deepened it, slipping his tongue and tasting the mint-flavored candies that lingered.

You panted harshly, your entire body growing warm as Jungkook’s eyes grew hazy, much like this morning. Bringing your fingers to your ascot tie, you pulled it, letting the fabric unwind and fall onto your lap. Jungkook’s breath hitched at the sight of his work, your neck decorated with pink marks.

“I-I think you missed a few spots, Jungkook…” You gasped, running your fingertips over your skin. As your eyes wandered up and down Jungkook’s figure, he was tense, his legs shaking and hands clenched on the steering wheel.

“You couldn’t have waited until we landed in Japan, princess?” Jungkook groaned in a low voice, patting his lap as you straddled him. “Do you think you can stay quiet? We can’t be waking up Namjoon now…”

You seated yourself in his lap and before you could nod, Jungkook pulled away for a second.

“Wait-” Jungkook whispered, adjusting some of the switches in the plane. “I just need to make sure it’s on autopilot…” After a few seconds, Jungkook tilted your chin up to meet you in a sloppy kiss. Saliva pooled from the corner of your lips as your eyes fluttered closed, your hands clenched on his white uniform. You grinded your growing arousal against his dress pants, feeling lust take control.

“Tilt your head back.” He moaned breathlessly, fixating his lips on unclaimed skin. You winced as his teeth pierced your neck, only to be soothed by his kisses. “Fuck… you looked so good on my lap. Do you think you can ride me, princess?”

“H-here? It’s really tight and cramped-” You started, only to jump as Jungkook’s hands left the steering wheel and instead on your ass. “My uniform, Jungkook…!” You whispered harshly, swatting his hand away.

“I don’t care about this damn uniform-” Jungkook seethed, slapping both hands on your ass. “It would be better if you had it off. You have no idea how badly I wish I could bend you back and-”

You clamped a hand over his mouth as heat surged to your face and ears, heart thumping loudly in your chest.

“Do you know what you’re saying…?!” You hissed, only to hear the unbuckling of Jungkook’s belt.

“Look what you did…” He muttered, releasing his erection as he gave it a few pumps with his free hand. “Actually don’t ride me. Want to take care of this for me with your mouth, princess?”

You gulped but nodded fervently as you took him in your mouth. Jungkook bit back his lip, holding back his loud moans as his mind went blank. He was getting breathless under your gentle fingers stroking him back and forth and that damn mouth. Shit, he could feel his legs going numb. The sight from where he sat was so arousing as you bent down in front of him, sucking him off while everyone was sleeping.

If only Namjoon was flying right now… He would drag you to the nearest staff bathroom and ravage you, pull your hair back and leave you a mess. Shit- He was getting closer and closer just thinking about it.

So what if people heard? At least they’d never flirt with you again. At least they’ll finally leave what belonged to him alone.

“Make sure you swallow every single drop. You can’t make a mess here. You’re the one that said the lives of hundreds of people are in my hands.” He smirked, roughly pulling you up for a sloppy kiss.

“You-!” Your voice muffled as he pulled away, only to feel your lips wrap around his cock again. He quickly hit the back of your throat as you gagged, lurching back. “J-Jungk...ook…” With your palms resting on his thighs, Jungkook bit his lip, suppressing his moans. Swirling your tongue around his slit, Jungkook flinched, roughly breathing out.

“G-gonna…” His breath hitched as he lowered his head to his chest, hands resting on the back of your neck. Jungkook made sure to secure your mouth onto his cock, coming in warm spurts. His breaths were laborious as he groaned, his head falling back against his seat. You struggled to lap it all up as Jungkook held onto your jaw.

“Open.”

With your lips parted, Jungkook grew aroused at the sight. Your cheeks were flushed red with white residue stuck to your tongue, slowly dripping down and out of your mouth.

“Messy girl.” He mused, wiping the cum off your lips with a quick swipe of the finger. Jungkook watched as you sucked his finger clean, looking up at him with lust-filled eyes. “I’ll spoil you when we land.” He promised, cupping your cheeks and kissing your temple.

You pulled a handkerchief from your front pocket, cleaning both you and Jungkook. The light turbulence made you stumble in the cockpit as Jungkook buttoned his dress pants back up.

“I have to clean my appearance up in the bathroom.” You murmured, getting off his lap as Jungkook gave you a soft and gentle smile, his eyes staring at his whole world.

“Thank you for doing that for me, princess.”

“Feel a bit better?”

Jungkook nodded, grabbing a hold of your hand and intertwining fingers. You squeezed his hand, not wanting to let go.

“I really have to go now, baby.” You whispered at him, reluctant to let go of him. He hummed, flipping switches on the plane as you look over at him from the entrance of the cockpit door and the sleeping Namjoon before softly making your exit.

»»————-　♡　————-««

It would be half an hour before landing with the beautiful afternoon sky of Tokyo greeting them. He could see the massive airport that was Narita, keeping a reasonable distance and high altitude behind the plane in front of him, waiting for it to descend.

It took a couple of minutes, watching as the plane below him finally descended onto the runway. Jungkook adjusted the aviation headset as he connected with the air traffic control tower.

“Korean 086, clearance for landing on four-right.” Jungkook voiced into his mic, his Korean accent lacing each English word as he waited for air traffic control admission.

“Korean 086, could you please accept runway four-left?” A male answered, surprising him at the lack of accent. What was that word Namjoon taught him?

“Umm,” Jungkook started, his hand scratching the scalp of his head. “I’m afraid to say I’m too- uh… committed…? to four-right at the moment.”

“Do you have commitment issues, sir?” The man deadpanned as Jungkook felt his shoulders slump. What did that mean? Is that a no?

Why was it always him?

“Oh… um-” He murmured, feeling his cheeks heat up as his eyes drifted nervously in the cockpit.

He racked his brain for English vocabulary. Anything would be good enough. Shoot, shoot-

“It’s just a joke 086,” Air traffic control responded back at the lack of response. “Wind 260 at 2, runway four-right clear to land.”

Jungkook sighed in relief, voicing back.

“Cleared to land, runway four-right, Korean 086. Thank you, sir.”

Namjoon stirred awake, shuffling in his reclined seat as he rubbed his eyes. Jungkook kept his gaze on the long strip of the runway, flipping several switches as the plane’s flaps opened. The landing gears retracted out as Jungkook’s body tensed.

Namjoon fixed himself up as he checked the meters, cautiously eyeing Jungkook who finally made contact with the ground. The tires screeched against the runway, creating dark skid marks as the plane reduced its speed. The vibration of the plane was limited compared to other landings, a smile appearing on Jungkook’s face.

“Smooth point of contact,” Namjoon muttered under his breath as Jungkook connected once again with the air traffic control tower.

“Korea 086, waiting for gate directions.” He called, listening to the rustling of papers and the murmurs of controllers.

“Please wait, 086. Delta 049 is about to take off... Actually- please start rolling to gate 201.” A woman with a hint of a Japanese accent answered back.

「ありがとうございます, 奥様。Thank you, ma’am, 」Jungkook shyly responded back, earning a grin from Namjoon who looked at him like a proud father.

「あら、日本人ですか？Oh my, are you Japanese?」The woman asked cheerfully.

「あーごめんなさい。韓国人です。 Ah, I’m sorry. I’m Korean.」

「日本語上手ですね！You’re Japanese is really good!」

「ありがとうございます。Thank you~」

As Jungkook maneuvered the plane to gate 201, he watched as the marshalers directed him into the spot, connecting him to the jet bridge. When he was securely and safely parked, he connected to the main prompter system of the plane.

“Hello, everyone. This is co-pilot Jeon Jungkook. We now have arrived at Narita Airport, Japan.”

Your head snapped up at the sound of his voice, looking at the restless passengers who wanted to leave the plane. His English was accented with some slur of his words, which you found adorably cute. There was an evident lisp in his voice whenever he spoke any language. That was your Jungkookie.

Your gaze seemed to fall on Jimin who lazily sat up in his seat, searching for his bag and brushing his hand through his hair. He stretched his hands over his head, shirt riding up as the skin of his stomach began to show.

“My wife and I… I mean, Y/n and I hope you have had a satisfactory flight. Have a wonderful day, and thank you once again for flying with Korean Air.”

You felt your eyes widen as Jimin seemed to look up from his spot too, his expression stunned, his arms coming back down. Your face grew hot as Jungkook’s words registered in your ears, repeating over in an endless loop in your head. Balancing the weight of your feet, you scrambled back to the galleys, rushing past and into the already unlocked cockpit. Namjoon laughed as the two of them turned around, your cheeks tinted pink and lips quivering.

“Jungkook!” You shouted, marching up to the man who stared up at you with warm and loving eyes. “Why- I- You never tell anyone-”

He simply stood up on his feet, wrapping his arms and giving you a comforting squeeze. You were rendered speechless as he spoiled you in affections.

“I love you…” He murmured, pecking your lips as you snuggled yourself in his chest.

“Can you at least let me out?” Namjoon chuckled awkwardly, the two of you flinching and growing embarrassed, making way for him to leave. “Also, don’t take too long! We have to see off the passengers.”

“Hyung, what do you think I was going to do?!” Jungkook whined and huffed, following him out as you laughed at the pair. Soon enough, all the cabin members were standing in front of the entrance to the plane.

As you waved and thanked each of the passengers, you spotted Jimin walking down the aisle, his sunglasses covering his eyes. He stopped in front of you, tilting his head to his side as his signature Chanel necklace dangled around his neck.

“It’s a shame I can’t take you up on that marriage proposal offer. But my mileage sure does go over a few hundred thousands.” He smirked, lowering his shades as he gave you a wink. “It was a pleasure being served by you, y/n.” With that, he turned his heel, walking off the plane and through the jet bridge to the airport.

Jungkook scowled at first, only to pout, pulling you close to his chest as you stood flustered, head dizzy. Should you be flattered at such a comment in front of your husband?

“If only he saw the mess I made with you in the cockpit... ” He muttered under his breath, bitterness lacing his tone.

Don’t you dare.

As time went on, slowly all the passengers gave their farewells and the plane was finally empty. With the final flight of the day done for your crew, everyone went to grab their belongings. Jungkook came up to your side, bag in hand as his other hand reached for yours. You looked over, instinctively wrapping your fingers around his.

“What should we do? Do you want to check out the stores here?” He asked excitedly, pulling you along into the large airport. “I heard you can’t find the things here in any other country.”

“Anywhere is fine if I’m with you, Jungkook.” You giggled, matching his strides. Jungkook looked over at you, stopping in the middle of the large airport, his face as if he was on the verge of crying. He suddenly hugged you tight, his bag falling beside him.

“You okay?” You asked worriedly.

“I just… I love you…”

“I love you too, Jungkook.” You giggled at the boy whose eyes were teary.

“I don’t think I can ever stop falling in love with you, princess.” He whispered as you couldn’t help but grin, leaning in for a kiss.

“Then don’t…”

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Hospital Playlist : Season 1

So, I recently re-watched season 1 of Hospital Playlist in preparation of season 2 that’s going to be released on the 17th of June, and I have a couple of thoughts that I want to share. Warning: It’s going to be filled with spoilers, so for those looking to avoid that, please don’t read more. Also, this is a looooonnnnggg one :)

“Hospital Playlist” is a Korean Drama that follows five doctors in their 40s who have been best friends since adolescence as they form a band together. While the log-line appears simple, the depth in the script and acting will enchant any audience. The narrative is free-spirited and quirky, reverberating friendships forged by love and time in a heart-warming style.

This slice of life drama realistically tackles what occurs within the white walls of the hospital. From ungrateful patients to the long wait for donors, it has it all. This drama covered plenty of cases, each of them as sad as the next. I recall when Yang Seok Hyeong, an assistant professor of obstetrics and gynaecology, had a patient who delivered a baby with anencephaly. He was considerate enough to not allow the mother to hear the baby’s cries by playing loud music in the delivery room and quickly escorting the baby away from the mother. I teared up during that scene, and I still tear up just thinking about that. I watched it as a case in a K-Drama, but it is many people’s gruesome reality, and all I can offer are my sympathies.

Despite zoning out during the technical aspects and elucidation of medical terminologies, I could feel the gravity of an operation and the burden of Atlas resting on the doctors when they held the scalpel. I liked the fact that there wasn’t any hospital politics. Rather, the show focused on the doctors, as they tried their best to save their patients. I mourned during the losses of life and celebrated with the characters after a successful surgery.

The ensemble cast for “Hospital Playlist” was flawless. The sincerity of the actors and the efforts they had put into studying and understanding their roles were clear as day. The chemistry between them was organic and the banters, natural. While they didn’t verbalise every emotion, the viewers could feel their familiarity, like they were real-life friends on screen. I was on an emotional rollercoaster as I watched this, rooting for them through hardships and cheering whenever they laughed.

“I wondered why my life was getting so difficult. It was really tough. But all of a sudden, one day, I realised how much time I was wasting. Wasting my life away like this because of what she did to me was doing a disservice to myself.”

Jo Jung-Suk did a flawless job portraying Lee Ik-Jun. This was my second time witnessing a drama with Jo Jung Suk, and while I wouldn’t applaud his performance in “Oh, My Ghostess!” (But in his defence, I found that script to be problematic) I absolutely loved him in “Hospital Playlist”. Lee Ik-Jun is an assistant professor of general surgery. He’s funny, sociable, laid-back, charming, and a dotting, single father to his son, Woo Joo.

The first time I, as the viewer, was introduced to him was gold. Naughty little Woo Joo had managed to put a blotch of super glue to a Darth Vader helmet, which was later worn by his father. During an emergency at the hospital, Ik Jun showed up decked in Darth Vader gear and bravely holding a light saber, demanding that the helmet was unglued from his head. He got his wish, but only after performing surgery while wearing the helmet.

Watching Ik-Jun and his son together is heartwarming, to say the least. You can tell how much he loves his son, as seen by the way he prepared meatballs from scratch, including the ketchup, excitedly for his son, only for the latter to claim he wanted meatballs, causing the former to trip on his way to the kitchen. I also adore how most of the bonding scenes we see between them happens over sandwiches. I find that very precious.

Ik Jun is also very friendly to everyone. He warmly welcomes the medical students, greets his colleagues with a smile, and most notably, plays as a matchmaker between Jeong-won and Jang Gyeo-wool, even if it is so the latter could assist him on more surgeries. His relationship with his sister is also beautiful. I love how authentic they are, from their bickering and the hidden ways they care for each other.

Ik Jun provides comic relief plenty of times— I nearly fell off my chair laughing when he mimicked a train, and also upon seeing how adamant he was to eavesdrop on a private phone conversation of Kim Jun-wan.

“I don’t deserve to be a doctor. I can’t control my emotions. I empathise too easily.”

I must admit, Ahn Jeong Won has a soft spot in my heart and is my favourite from the group of friends. An assistant professor of pediatric surgery, Jeong Won gets overly attached to patients and takes every loss personally. Due to his sensitive nature, he’s detailed in everything he does, earning the teasing nickname of “Buddha” from his colleagues.

Hardworking but overemotional, there have been many instances when Jeong Won swears to quit being a doctor after a patient has unfortunately succumbed, and it’s only through the insistence of his oldest brother does he continue his job. He’s immensely religious and has a close relationship with God, and considered being a priest until the season finale.

His interactions with his young patients tug on all my heartstrings. From the gentle way he gets the permission of small children to check their vitals, to the dedication with which he treats his patients and dissolves their fears.

One of my favourite quotes of this drama was said by him, “Do you know why doctors only give vague answers such as ‘We can’t be sure yet,’ ‘We don’t know yet,’ and ‘We need to observe a bit more?’ Doctors must take responsibility for their words, so we must be careful. There’s only one thing we, as doctors, can tell our patients with certainty. ‘We will do our best.’”

Despite being born from a wealthy family, Jeong Won is nearly broke, spending all his fortune anonymously covering the hospital fees of poor patients.

Chae Song Hwa summarised Jeong Won’s personality neatly in episode 12 when she said, “Lastly, there’s you (Jeong Won). Seeing others enjoy good food makes you happier than when you are eating it yourself.”

“If the doctor gives up on the patient, he isn’t a doctor anymore.”

At first glance, Kim Jun Wan appears cold and scary, but there are so many dimensions to his character. He’s blunt, assertive and has a reputation for telling his patients what they need to hear, not that they want to hear.

However, he’s possibly the most caring person, having allowed Jeong Won to, in his own words, “mooch” of him for years now. He was also always nagging and hovering over his friends, keeping a stash of chocolates for them. He stepped up as the Chief of the cardiothoracic surgery department multiple times, whether it was to act as a shield to his mentee or to reprimand his juniors about the importance of (a patient’s) life and how every single decision taken by a doctor has to be thoughtful and absolute because there’s no way to reverse such things.

A great example of his outer versus inner personality is when he’s questioned by a medical student on why he chose to be a cardiothoracic surgeon. While he claimed that he became a surgeon after asking his professor which job would allow him to get the most money, with a glimpse of a flashback scene, it was revealed that when back as a student, Jun Wan was given the opportunity to witness a surgery and then, to touch a beating human heart, and felt life, that solidified his decision to choose cardiology as his field. Recalling that scene gives me goosebumps even now. That was magical.

Jun Wan is also a huge foodie, his only competition being Song-Hwa.

“What have you done for yourself lately?”

Chae Song Hwa is an associate professor of neurosurgery. Discerning without being too critical, she is intelligent and is often the mother hen of the group. Respected by her juniors, she has also been fondly dubbed the ‘ghost’ due to her busy schedule that has left several of her colleagues wondering whether she has time to eat or sleep. She was everywhere and knew everything, which allowed her to quietly look after the residents of the hospital and the patients.

Despite being buried under piles of work, she still made the time to grade her juniors papers, and I’m reminded of one of the first instances the viewers were given of her, which was when she comforted a patient in the elevators of a hospital. The only female professor in neurosurgery, she is kind to her patients.

I adore how decisive she is, being extremely clear about what she wants, drawing boundaries while still being friendly and radiating professionalism to those around her, despite the hardships she might be going through. She routinely goes camping during the weekend and is the embodiment of positive self-love.

Some of my favourite moments in this drama was literally just Song Hwa and Jun Wan aggressively eating like they’ve been hungry since the dawn of time. Song Hwa might have claimed that the reason she ate so rapidly, so full of zeal was because of growing up with older brothers, but Ik Jun was quick to shoot her down and note that they all looked boney.

“My time is too precious for that. I want to live doing the things I like. And the things I want to do right now.”

Probably the most under-appreciated character, Yang Seok Hyeong is a treasure. My first opinion of him was ‘mama’s boy’ and while I was correct, wow, I had not expected the reason why. In his youth, Seok Hyeong was not close to his mother at all, and we could even see him ignoring her phone calls. But after everything that happened with his dad, he grew closer to his mother, developed a new sense of protectiveness and appreciation for her, and I adore that.

He was also the reason the band reunited in the first place, making that his condition for working at the Yulje Medical Center. Despite seeming aloof, he was an open book to his friends. He didn’t like to bother or intrude on people and usually kept to himself, gaining a reputation for being a loner whenever he was not around his four friends.

Throughout the season, he was trapped in a whirlwind of turmoil, from the news of his unexpected brother to his father’s death and his surprise succession to the company he wants no ties with. He maintains a calm exterior and braces through the troubles.

Seok Hyeong lives up to the sensitivity his job demands from him, softly informing expecting mothers about the risks of their pregnancies while encouraging and empathising with them when things get hard.

He prefers to stay in the shadows and allow people the opportunity to sort their messes out themselves, after reminding them that he’s only a call away if they need him. He’s an excellent confident booster and appreciates those who are responsible.

These characters stayed not only in my mind but also in my heart. Each of them has such vivid personalities I can’t entirely capture in words. Their insecurities, struggles, and feelings were so real and incredibly relatable and easy to empathise with.

As conveyed by the title, music plays an important part in this T.V. serial, by allowing the characters to reminisce their college days and also allowing them a breather from their stressful life. There are thousands of words in the English language, and yet, I can’t string together enough of them to express how I felt when Jo Jung Seok sang Aloha.

The doctors use music not only as an outlet to release their frustrations, but also to express their thoughts and feelings. To heal. Listening to the songs and the covers made by the band lightened my heart. The labour they put into practising the songs made the moments more precious.

Through the music sessions in this T.V. serial, I found my affection for each character increasing. I found myself surprised to recognise some of the songs considering they are quite old, but I hummed along and felt the air around me thrum with glee as they sang.

I also found it rather ironic that Chae Song Hwa is considered to be a bad singer (her pre-routine of gulping down raw eggs fascinated me on an odd level) although the actress who plays her, Jeon Mi Do is a talented singer.

Therapeutic and well-written, I marvel at the writer’s ability to weave together arrays of mundane subplots into endearing bliss, leaving lingering positivity after every episode along with a yearning to watch more.

I’m a huge fan of writer Lee Woo-Jung’s Reply series and was hesitant to start this drama, afraid that it would fall short of expectations. But having watched it, I can safely say that those concerns were unnecessary, and whatever expectations I had were only exceeded. I couldn’t recognise any leading plotline of this drama. To me, it simply showcased the daily life of five doctors.

As it is character-driven, there is a slow progression of the drama, which needs some time getting adapted to. It was also a little hard trying to keep track of the multiple characters initially introduced, but within three episodes, I was able to get a hang of things. The dialogues were witty, impactful and sharp, capturing my attention from the beginning to the end. However, despite containing a plethora of humorous moments throughout this serial, there was a subdued layer that focused more on the community than the plot.

I must admit, however, that I found the first episode to be subtly chaotic and slow-paced. I couldn’t grasp the concepts or connect with the characters until the second episode, after which I had no qualms.

I loved the character arcs in this story. It was a pleasure to observe their journeys and diligence as various storylines diverged or amalgamated, how they grew as individuals while maintaining their core values. The flashback scenes were fascinating to watch and compare how they are now to how they used to be.

The cinematography was stunning. I was in awe at how different shades and tones of light could impact not only the setting of the scene but also the mood of the viewers.

I recommend “Hospital Playlist” to anyone who likes to watch T.V. serials possessing the perfect amount of drama, laughter, angst, warmth and love. This serial is a truly rare gem in a basket of rocks where the storylines are solid without being too predictable.

#hospital playlist #season 1 #kdrama #spoilers

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explosiveranga · 3 years

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Games of the Heart (BTS fanfiction)

Rating: G (May change in the future)

Word Count: 1480

Fandom: BTS

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Summary: You and Jungkook are rival live streamers and for the next month, you'd be stuck in the same building as him for a reality TV show. Will you be able to prove that you're the better gamer, or will his mere presence distract you and cost you everything?

Notes: This is my first BTS story, god help me but I couldn't resist purple mullet JK. I blame @youarejesting. Any complaints, take it up with her. Also, happy birthday stinky boy.

P.s. Stream Butter now.

CHAPTER 1

Day 1

The slamming of a car door woke you and your first thought was that the sun was too goddamn bright. The next thought that crossed your mind was that you needed coffee, badly. An older gentleman opened your door and you recognised him as the driver who had picked you up from your apartment at 6 am. “We’re here, miss.” Through your sleep-addled brain, you almost forgot your manners and you nodded your thanks before leaning over to the sleeping form beside you. “Namjoon,” you nudged him in the ribs with your elbow and the man started awake, eyes wide and drool glistening off his chin. He blinked at you as a giggle fell from your lips. “Come on. They’re waiting for us.”

The facility was huge. You weren’t sure how far out of the city you were but as far as your eye could see, trees surrounded you, a sea of red and burnt orange lining the horizon, broken only by a large, modern estate, all white stone and tall glass windows. It loomed over you as you approached with your bags, your friend right behind you as you followed a producer through to a large sitting room. Sliding doors lined the far wall and were open to a balcony that overlooked the district, the morning sun slowly rising higher in the sky. A group of people were gathered, a mix of producers and the other contestants. A few of them were leaning over the fence for a better look, others cradling cups of coffee or catching a few minutes of rest. One man was laid back over a banana lounge, dark glasses hiding his eyes, mouth gape as gentle snores fell from him.

There were ten players in total, including yourself. Jeonju would be your home for the next four weeks where you and the other players would test and play an early release of the newest MMORPG - DragonStorm. You’d spend 12 hours a day, 6 days a week playing, testing, gaming. Everything would be filmed; think ‘Survivor’ but instead of surviving the wilderness and drinking your own pee, you’d be trying to beat a computer game. It was a massive PR stunt, to hype the release of the game and boost sales. The prize was 100 Million Won to any charity of your choice and there were only a few rules; no contact with the outside world: no fourth wall-breaking (which meant that everyone had to be in character while they were playing at all times) and no discussing the game with other players. Anonymity was key. Each player would start with their own quests to complete over the duration of the competition and everything they did accumulated points. At the end, the one with the most points would be crowned the winner.

The host, an older, bespectacled man that introduced himself as Bang Si-Hyuk, explained all of this to you once you were settled. You were familiar with most of your costars. Everyone here had some kind of platform on MeTube or Snitch and so you knew each other by association, having attended the same events and running in the same circles. Everyone seemed nice enough so far. Apart from him. Your rival. Well, you used the term ‘rival’ loosely. Jeon Jung-Kook, JK to his fanbase, was a fellow streamer and gamer. You used to play together when you were both new to the platform but one day, he stopped inviting you to lobbies and your fan bases had taken it upon themselves to start a rivalry. What began with a playful comment here and there soon became a full on turf war. You spotted him from across the room, his hair an obnoxiously bright purple. He might actually be handsome if he wasn’t so frustrating. He caught your eye and threw you a crooked grin. It was your management's idea; the ultimate test to prove who was a better gamer. MeTube feuds kept you relevant and trending and that kept the money in your management's pockets, so everyone was a winner. All you had to do was survive four weeks locked in the same building as him.

Introductions were made and coffee was served as the contestants disbanded, some retreating to their rooms for some RnR, others exploring the grounds. Your friend, Namjoon, was making conversation with heartthrob actor Teahyung, waving his hands animatedly as they spoke. You’d known RM since you were in the 3rd Grade when your family moved to Seoul. He’d taught you Korean and in turn, you helped him with his English. Through that, a firm friendship was formed. At this point, he was like a sibling to you. He was the Sherlock to your Watson and there was no one else you would rather be in this competition with, not least of all because Kim Namjoon was absolutely appalling at games and you planned on kicking his ass.

Finally feeling a little bit human after your early morning - after all, you gamers weren’t known for being early birds - you loaded yourself and your luggage into the elevator in search of your room. You took a sip of your coffee, grateful for the caffeine, leaning back against the mirrored wall as the doors began closing. “Hold the elevator!” Without thinking, your hand shot out between the doors but your gamer reflexes must have been too quick for the machine and it closed around your wrist. Startled, you dropped your precious cup of liquid energy, the doors opening just in time for you to see it tumble to the floor and all over Jeon Jungkook’s shoes. “Shit,” you cursed, dropping to your knees in an attempt to clean it up with the one napkin that had been between your hand and the styrofoam. A few staff members rushed over to help and you felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment. One held the doors as you both got cleaned up but Jungkook’s white trainers were now splattered with coffee stains. Eventually, you loaded back into the lift, coffee-less and in a worse mood than when you’d started. JK, bags at his side, was right there with you. You could feel his eyes on you as the doors slid closed. “You’re shorter than I expected.” The man grinned and you wanted to smack that pretty smile off his handsome face. This was your first time meeting in person and it was going perfectly. Sometimes, you forgot that the feud was all a PR stunt and that you didn’t actually hate him. Well, maybe a bit; you still hadn’t forgotten the time he’d called you a n00b on his podcast and these comments weren’t helping his case. “You’re more insufferable than I expected,” you retorted, wanting nothing more than for this elevator ride to be over. The building had 4 floors - the ground floor was all communal, with a kitchen and living area occupying most of it. The crew and production team occupied the second floor, and the contestants had assigned, self contained rooms on the third floor. The upper most floor housed a gym and other recreational facilities that you’d be able to use on their downtime. You only hoped that your rooms weren’t too near to each other. “Are you ready to prove once and for all who’s the better gamer?” You blinked at the man. “...Me. It’s me. I-I’m the better gamer.” “Wooooooooooooooooooow,” you couldn’t hide the smirk on your face, quickly looking away from him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” The doors slid open with a ‘ping’, allowing for a quick escape, leaving a frowning Jungkook to rush after you with his belongings. “No, no, nothing.” “It doesn’t sound like ‘nothing’.” “Well, you’re very full of yourself aren’t you?” “I do have more subs than you.” You shot him a quick glare. You’d been neck and neck for years but these late few months, he’d taken the lead in sub count and you had yet to take it back. You blamed his handsome face and that ridiculous purple mullet. “Fine.1 V 1 me then.” You stopped at a door that had your name on it and opened it, loading your bags into the dark room. Jk stopped across the hall and you saw that his room was right across from you. Great. “Name a time and a place and I’ll show you who’s better.” “I don’t think a 1v1 would be fair on you. You wouldn’t be able to kill the EnderDragon even if you were in Creative.” You frowned, skin prickling with annoyance, watching him lean back against his door with folded arms “Well, you… you wouldn’t even know an EnderDragon if it...landed on your house.”

Without letting him reply, you rushed into your room, cursing yourself. You closed the door behind you, not before you heard the giggle coming from the frustratingly handsome man.

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hooniee · 3 years

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— ꒰‧⁺paris run away *ೃ༄

↷ heeseung x reader ⋯ ♡ᵎ

↷genre: fluff | comdey ⋯ ♡ᵎ

↷ warnings: not proofread | none! ⋯ ♡ᵎ

↷ synopsis: (y/n) just graduates from high school and feel incomplete but doesn’t know what’s missing. a trip to paris might be able to fix that ⋯ ♡ᵎ

↷ author note: this is @enhypenwriters event of the month! strangers to lovers <3 i think this was my favorite to write out of the three pieces but i feel like it’s lacking some flare :( i think it still turned out okay though. i hope you enjoy <3 ⋯ ♡ᵎ

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you should have listened to sunoo when he said that it wasn't a good plan to travel to a foreign country on impulse.

you wouldn’t say you’ve ever been the most courageous person in your life. determined to break that trend, you planned this super out of the blue trip without much thought.

yeah. maybe this was a bit TOO courageous.

you didn't comprehend what compelled you yet here you were, arriving at paris charles de gaulle airport.

you stared at the large windows of the airport, viewing the plane that you had just left.

the gate for the concluding passengers had been locked by the flight stewardesses.

one of the stewardesses obtained eye contact with you, before shooting a smile and lightly bowing her head.

you absentmindedly returned the gesture, mind elsewhere.

bustling throughout the airport were people hurrying to their connecting flight or slumping into their lover's arms

people carried two or more suitcases with various bags strapped on their bodies, nothing on you besides a petite sling purse and one small carry on suitcase.

as weaved your way through the mass of stressed travelers, you briefly thought to yourself

how the hell did you get here?

2 days earlier

clusters of kids outfitted in blue gowns and caps could be recognized a mile away.

the graduation from high school to university.

your friend minji encloses her arm around your shoulder, your arm resting on her waist.

minji’s mom was stood in front of the both of you, gesturing wildly as she tried to take the ‘perfect graduation photo’ as she had put it

"okay pose! get a little closer, perfect. 1, 2, 3" your friend's mom counts.

the camera shudders which creates a beaming light to flash, eyes faintly twitching.

shrieks could be heard throughout the campus as girls queued up to take their final photographs with the popular guys.

minji's mom draws back the camera and we check the picture.

"it's cute," minji exclaims, peering at it a bit more closer. you nod your head in approval.

you would miss minji, one of the friends you could constantly count on in math class when you neglected to do your homework from binging korean dramas.

"i'll send you the picture later (y/n)! don't forget about me alright? you have my socials and you can always talk to me," minji grasps your hands

you smile, feeling sad at the departure of your best friend, "of course minji, don't forget me either"

"i could never," she brings you into a secure hug.

"sweet pea perfume," you say and she chuckles. sweat pea was minji's preferred perfume and you would miss that aroma.

"i have to go now, but i'll see you around okay?" minji says.

you could notice tears well up in her eyes and she fans her eyes to prevent the tears.

"don't cry ji, i'll start crying," you joked. "i live near here and you can always visit me! my door will always be open."

she smiled, "the same goes for you." her mother shouts her name before she has to go.

"alright, see you around," you wave to her as she leaves.

on the opposite side of the garden, your mom signals to you with your bouquet of red roses in hand.

"are you ready honey?" she asks you and you smile, nodding your head.

the car ride was in pleasant quietness, light radio music fluttering in. you had taken off your cap and laid it in the car seat next to you accompanying with your bouquet.

you had glimpsed outside to see your campus still arranged with your classmates, beaming and posing for additional pictures.

you bitterly smiled.

for the first time, graduation didn't appear like one of those liberating scenes of a movie,

1 day ago

you sprawled on his bed, staring straight up. a fan in your hand, fanning the perspiration that threatened to come.

your eyes match the fan's speed directly above your neighbor and best friend, sunoo's, bed.

his air conditioner was broken. with the avail of those elementary paper fans and the only fan stationed in the house, you were able to find comfort

you questioned if he ever got frightened of it dropping on him when he slept.

sunoo occupies the bathroom that's joined to his room, applying some light powder.

your mind strays, more thoughts simmering in the back of your brain. you sigh for the 10th time and sunoo being exasperated, allows out a loud groan.

it draws you out of your daze and you snap your head towards him."

"what is with you? what is on your mind sunshine?" he shuts his cushion, flinging himself on the bed.

"are you ever scared of the fan falling on you?" you felt the bed dip

"no, it's been like that for years, and don't change the subject. what's wrong?" sunoo retorted

"what makes you say that? i'm fine, " you answer

"uh-huh," sunoo rolls his eyes

it's the blatant eye-roll rather than the hushed one, he implied business

"you've been sighing for the past ten minutes, spill," sunoo says

of course, sunoo could recognize your distress. what sort of best friend would he be if he couldn't distinguish your emotions?

you huff, " okay then"

"i don't know why but i just feel stuck? i just graduated high school and nothing feels different, i mean it doesn't have to, but what do i do now? maybe i just watched too many movies"

sunoo tsked, " (y/n). sweetie, i graduated last year and i'm still stuck here. i do nothing besides go out or stay in my room. no in-between."

"but you have something sunoo. you have a bunch of your friends, you're an instagram star and i don't know, it's just different, "

it was accurate, sunoo was extremely popular. he had a bunch of friends and acquaintances from being the vice president.

sunoo inflated up on social media for his content from makeup to dance practices, a versatile instagram star.

you conceal your face with your hands before emitting a loud groan.

sunoo remarks, "i don't know how i can help you (y/n)? maybe you should try to rest a bit"

"easy for you to say, you, who isn’t dealing with a mid-life crisis, " you whine.

"this isn't a mid-life crisis, this is a post-graduation crisis which is totally normal. how about going out of town? obviously not to paris or whatever but maybe, what was her name again? minjoo's town!" sunoo suggested.

"obviously not to paris"

"not to paris"

"to paris"

"paris"

what about paris? paris was considerably away from your town and had a ring on the tip of your tongue.

you had sprung up, grasping sunoo by the shoulder and shaking him, "you're a genius sunoo! paris is a genius idea."

sunoo's eyes widen and he shakes his head while attempting to pry your hands off of him.

"no, you have to think rationally-"

you released sunoo from your hold which let him stabilize his spinning head.

"and i am! i need something new. being in this town for my whole life makes me realize, maybe i just need a spontaneous trip. "

your words scarcely blur together, adrenaline rushing through your blood as you understood this could jolt you out of your post-graduation slump.

"but-"

"no buts! pass me my laptop,"

present-day

you are currently disliking your choice, anxiety rushing through your veins, but it's too overdue to have other opinions.

you had landed in france and this was a life-altering moment; a chance of a lifetime.

peering nearby, you squint at the tiny english translations of the signs. you pull out your phone.

you open up the camera to see if zooming in would improve it for your eyes. as if on cue, your stomach rumbles vaguely making you startled.

you panicked as the pocket that was previously supplied with snacks became loaded with empty wrappers.

maybe if you would be lost in this wonderful city, you might as well try some of their famous pastries.

your muscles had retracted, the result of finally getting some movement after being restrained in a metal machine that was adjacent to the fiery sun.

you stumbled across this petite bakery and enter, sparingly bowing your head.

the owner was an older lady with her greying hair that designed it to resemble ashy highlights, pulled into a loose bun.

"que puis-je vous offrir?" she smiles.

"i'm sorry, i don't speak french?" you admit, embarrassed

as much as you assumed duolingo and rosetta stone could benefit you on a flight to paris, the only thing you could accomplish to say without messing up is "bonjour"

"that's fine mademoiselle! what can i offer you?" the lady shifts to englsih

you let out a sigh of relief, appreciative for blundering into this bakery.

"may i have your most popular pastry to go and a water bottle?" you smile, fishing out some euros.

you had looked down to the currency that you had exchanged before embarking on the plane.

"of course mademoiselle!" she says, reaching behind the counter and with her gloved hand, seizing a chocolate croissant.

"that will be 4.12 euros!" she rings you up in the cashier.

"is this the right amount? i'm not very good at counting euros," you revealed your hand where the money was.

she nodded her head and took the money, printing your receipt out. before giving you your receipt, she interviews you with a question that you weren't confident in answering"

"if you don't mind me asking, why are you here in france? not to sound rude! but i'm just curious"

you softly smile, sensing the kindness illuminating from her tone of voice. she wasn't rude at all and she was asking a simple question, but your brain struggled to obtain an answer.

"well, i would say i'm here to explore? i just finished high school and life felt incomplete. my best friend jokingly said "go to paris" and so I booked a ticket."

you look back up at her to see her delicate gaze. the rustling of the paper bag stopped the moment of silence

"that's amazing mademoiselle! france is the city for that. you must visit the notre-dam cathedral while you're here, it's beautiful. and maybe even find some love?"

she winks at you and you engage with a small giggle.

just like the show "emily in paris," you could merely fantasize about living a life like hers but it was an altered universe. she was an employed woman and you; a fresh graduate from high school.

"maybe! but i'm not looking forward to dating right now"

it wasn't a lie nor the truth. you would love to date someone right now but dating someone from a foreign country with a language barrier? not the most desirable idea. the owner laughs, handing you your pastry and water bottle.

"thank you for dropping by here mademoiselle! please enjoy your time in france,"

"merci beaucoup" you stumbled out, providing a small wave out.

the airport seemed to be more crowded than before. slowly opening the wrapping, you take a bite of the chocolate croissant and let out an audible gasp.

unquestionably, one of the greatest pastries you have tried in your life.

you promptly pull out your phone, snapping a picture for your instagram story. it was an adorable picture with the bakery in the background with the chocolate croissant in hand.

with "just landed" as your caption, you posted it to your close friends story. almost a second later, sunoo request to video call you.

you were welcomed by a piercing shriek into the phone.

"YAH I WAS JUST GREETED BY YOUR PARENTS WHO SAID YOU WERE AT A SLEEPOVER FOR A COUPLE DAYS? SLEEPOVER MY FOOT? YOU'RE IN PARIS-"

sunoo screeches over the phone and you timidly grimace, turning down the volume as people begin to stare.

"sunoo, i'm currently in a public airport with no earbuds plugged in, can you please STOP screaming?" you whispered audibly to him.

"OH, I FORG- sorry," sunoo sheepishly responds.

"my parents would never let me go this far so i just had to lie that i was going to a sleepover at minji's house which is out of town. plus i'm only going to be here for two days," you consult him.

"you saw me buy the tickets sunoo. why are you scolding me now? shouldn't you have tried to stop me while i was in the middle of buying the tickets?" you added.

"well now i want you to come back, who am i supposed to hang out with for the next 2 days?"

though it was dark in the setting sunoo was in, you could practically see his pouting face.

"you could hang out with jake? or sunghoon? aren't they both your friends?"

jake and sunghoon went to the same school as sunoo and you're buddies with them. you've known each other since middle school but jake and sunghoon were always closer to each other just like you and sunoo.

"jake and sunghoon hyung are busy on a vacation together in the bahamas"

you stifled a laugh in, "good luck being alone for the next two days."

"not funny (y/n)! besides that point, what if you get caught?"

"don't worry, i won't get caught because you're the only one who knows about this .as long as you don't rat me out sunoo," you scowl at him.

"i won't, i won't, i promise but you have to buy me something? deal?”

you roll your eyes, "deal mr. sunoo-shi, i have to go now. i need to try to find my hotel"

"be safe, love you!"

"i will! love you too"

you sulk after the call ends. without your best friend on your side, you felt a little feeble and lost but it's not time to be pondering like that.

paris awaits and you couldn't linger at the airport the whole day.

first challenge

getting to your hotel was a struggling. wandering around a city with no basis of the language besides "hello" and "thank you so much", didn't do enough for you.

first, you had to find a taxi that could converse in english. most people had turned you down as you couldn't speak french.

thankfully, it was a fortunate day and you met this kind lady who had coffee-colored curly locks, gentle chocolate eyes, and light freckles scattered around her face.

"do you speak english?" you crisscrossed your fingers, your legs close to giving out after scrambling for taxi drivers

"yeah, i do mademoiselle! would you like to hop in?" she extended a friendly smile and you had never felt bricks lift off your chest faster.

she opened the back of the taxi and you scouted in, permitting your purse to lay on your lap.

the women examined both directions of the road, looking out for passing cars and entered the driver's seat.

"where are you heading mademoiselle?"

you swiftly pull out your phone to your notes, "hotel le walt paris?"

you corked your eyebrow, making sure it was the right name before she nodded her head.

"a very famous hotel huh? right near the eiffel tower. i recommend that you wait till it gets dark and sit on the balcony to see the eiffel tower with lights. it's beautiful"

you smiled at the kind words of the lady, "i will surely try that! thank you miss..?"

"elena! elena is fine and you mademoiselle?"

"i'm (y/n)"

"it's nice to meet you"

"likewise"

the entire ride, you felt at some peace finally conversing with someone who understood english,

after a 30 minute drive, you had arrived at your destination.

feeling a sad departure from this mellow woman, who turned out to be 19 seeking to make some pocket money in the summer, she was one of the first people that you had grown connected with throughout this ride.

"elena, though it was a short time, thank you for keeping company"

you present her with a warm smile as she unlocks the door for you. you exit the taxi, clasping at your phone.

"here, give me your phone."

you softly planted it in elena's hand. you were perplexed about why she showed you your home screen until you realized you had a password.

you enter your password, giving it back to her. she did a bit of clicking and you could see her hands typing something in before returning the phone back to you.

"that's my instagram, stay in contact with me alright?"

you felt the sides of your lips curve into a slight smile. you dragged her into a soft hug.

"thank you elena"

she visibly hesitant before easing into the hug. she softly rubbed your back.

"i have to go, i might get fired if i stay here too long"

you bided her a fare-well. thirty minutes was an extended time to get a know a person.

and that was the first friend you met in france.

second challenge

checking into your hotel wasn't as difficult. most people could speak english and besides the uncanny looks that you received from the clerk, check-in was pretty smooth.

"here you are mademoiselle" the bellman lowers your suitcase in front of your hotel door.

"merci beaucoup," you smile and he returns the gesture before leaving you.

you look down in your hand where you are grasping the card tightly. you scan the card against the door meter and it flickers twice.

red, green

the door clicks before you push on it and reveal your hotel room.

at first glance, your mouth dropped.

the hotel room seemed better than it did on the online photographs which was a rare possibility.

though it was a small room, it was renovated beautifully.

overhead the king-sized bed, there was an extensive painting of the eiffel tower. a blue chair that held a place directly by the bed along with a little wooden table.

the hotel was fine but you definitely weren't

"(y/n) shut down in,"

"3"

"2"

"1"

before thinking, you throw yourself on the bed having the jet-lag kicking in. the bag offers a 'thump' sound as it connects with the ground.

'ouch that hurt'

you fish through your pocket, pulling out your phone. it was hardly twelve pm and you were already fatigued.

what was your strategy? you were in france for two days and you don't have a plan to do anything.

first things first, you needed to sort out this jet-lag.

1) taking a shower

showers are always a great way to awaken and could shake you from this daze. you endured a scream as your water turned to be ice cold. someone must be utilizing the hot water. that shower unmistakably woke you up

2) skincare

after getting out of the shower, skincare was the secondary way to wake up. cleansing with toner, dropping essence into the skin, and implementing a nice coat of moisturizer to lock-in.

3) fueling with food

food can beat anybody out of slumber if they're fueled with enthusiasm but you didn't have any food on you? that indicates it's time to go out and explore france.

unfastening up your suitcase, you drabble on what you can wear.

reconciling with a simple pair of denim shorts and a light pink tank top, you catch a fast mirror selfie.

being content with the ultimate product, you smile to yourself.

"phone, key, wallet," you whispered, securing the thoughts of having everything.

everything was arranged to go and it was time to tour paris.

third challenge

cruising through paris would be by notably the toughest challenge while you were here.

you had your phone to navigate solely with wifi and you couldn't be that favorable to be able to meet people who could speak english all the time.

you had entered a small restaurant, where you worked to communicate with people in defective french but they moderately understood what you wanted.

after that fiasco trying to order a chicken frricassee, you were able to appreciate your time there along with sending a picture to sunoo who reacted with,

"can that be the souvenir you bring back to me TT?"

you chuckled at the message, knowing typical sunoo, and finished up eating.

eating wasn't the one exclusive thing available in france. there were various activities but you were too afraid to venture any future for the hotel. getting lost too was easy.

that being said, eating after eating all you could do was roam around the city. it was around 2pm and you could spot a diverse crowd of people.

you could see kids. in uniforms that just got out of school or a cute couple that was experiencing their date.

you slightly squint and cover your eyes as the sun is at its highest point.

yes, paris was lovely and you would prefer to travel more but but you didn’ toriginally have a plan

for a couple of hours, you completed wandering around the area where your hotel is. you wished at moments like this that you would have jungwon, sunoo's friend, with you to help navigate you.

jungwon was also a friend you guys met in middle school but he went to your school. very mature for his age and great at preparation.

before you knew it, the sun had died down and it was time to retreat to the hotel.

'ah right! elena told me to look out at the eiffel tower as it gets darker'

you softly tread back to your hotel, observing the blisters at the back of your foot.

you could clearly sense the entire day of walking take a toll on your body.

you scan your key card and fling your bag to the floor as soon as you get inside. you open up your suitcase to change into suitable sleeping clothes.

you briskly cleansed your face and tied your hair back.

you had approached the balcony, guessing how to cautiously open the glass door.

you gradually shift the handle to the right and the door made a scanty creek. you gingerly put more stress on it, opening the balcony wide.

a distinct gasp could be heard from you.

subsequently taking a step onto your balcony, the frail breeze made you quiver in the long black tee that adorned your top half and the sweatpants that settled on your waist.

the balcony was small, barely able to move besides staying still.

you had peered to your right, glancing at the eiffel tower.

elena was correct. the eiffel tower was breath-taking at night. for the first time when landing in france, you could feel in harmony. below you was a crowded street.

it was only 8 pm yet you could feel your eyes droop as opposed to the bouncy pair of kids that ran through the moobs of people.

the radiant yellowish glow of the eiffel tower was able to save you from dozing off. you softly hum 'fly me to the moon,'

'fly me to the moon,' didn't have significance, it felt appropriate in the second.

you hadn't regarded it but a figure had gently peeked out of the other balcony, attentively listening to the silky melody that you were humming.

"nice song"

a voice interrupts and your humming had come to a halt, eyes widened.

you had turned to the origin of the voice and discovered the culprit

the balcony alongside you.

"thank you"

you glanced over, granting him a slight smile before he returns it.

"new to paris?"

he questioned, now you guys facing each other.

"yeah, just arrived this morning, and you?"

you asked before he softly smiles.

"not really, i've been here multiple times but the feeling is something i'll get used too."

you hum as a response

"how did you know to speak english to me? do i really act like a foriegner?"

you were growing more drowsy but this stranger was fascinating. who else could say they met someone and talked to them from a balcony romance?

"english song, random guess"

you nodded your head, not certain if he could see you but that was all you could muster up.

there grows stillness beside the bustling street below until the stranger breaks it.

"i know this sounds weird but since you're new here, would you like to go out with me tomorrow to travel the city?"

that question felt like ice water was just splashed onto your face. the proposal startled you.

the stranger didn't appear like a bad person. been to paris varied times, can acknowledge good music and good at conversation.

as much as this stranger flatter you, how could you trust him?

"as much as i would love to, how do i know that you're not trying to kidnap me, even worse, kill me?"

he stifles a laugh.

"hey knock it off, this is a very serious question, balcony boy"

you snicker, desiring to know the answer than anticipated.

"i promise you that i won't try to kidnap OR kill you. i'm just offering and you can even pat me down before we go out together."

this was by far one of the most peculiar offers you had received but this was THE stranger offer you came to france seeking.

you know sunoo would not advocate for numerous reasons and you can hear his voice already

"number one, dangerous"

"number two, dangerous!"

"number three, DANGEROUS!"

but sunoo isn't here right now. you chose to grab the opportunity. france had provided you luck today.

"alright then"

a moment of silence goes by before you hear him clearing his throat.

"you're serious right?"

he glances at you and your eyes lock. though you can't see that well due to the absence of light, you nod.

the eiffel tower gave you enough light that you could make our curious eyes, tall nose, fair skin that radiated in the soft lighting, and full lips that were curved into a smile

"i'll see you at the lobby at eight,"

next morning

to say you were nervous was an understatement, you were terrified. you agreed to a stranger who claimed to know paris like the back of his palm. you met him off your balcony and now you were agreeing to go a date with him?

"you must be out of your mind!" sunoo exclaimed through the phone.

"well yes i must have been at 8 pm last night when fatigue was hitting the hardest but how can i say no now?"

"i don't know maybe, I DON'T KNOW YOU STRANGER DANGER?" sunoo shouts

and like you foretold last night, sunoo was not a big supporter of this idea. over the course of fifteen minutes, you had been continuously scolded by him.

you cringe, " sunoo, i promise that i'll be fine. i just need you to help me pick out an outfit"

sunoo rolls his eyes, "what are your options?"

though sunoo wasn't supportive of this, he couldn't let you go on a date without style.

you held up two choices; a blue floral dress that settled to your mid-thigh and a pink tennis skirt with a white cami shirt.

"well do we like this guy or do we like LIKE this guy?" sunoo questioned.

"what- well i literally met him last night? so i don't even like him, we're just going out for this one day since he offered"

"uh-huh, then the blue floral dress, it's hot there right?" sunoo says

"super hot," you groan.

you glance at the time, 7:00 am.

"i have to start getting ready sunoo, i'll update you later alright?" you smile

"alright, try not to get killed but have fun too! love you"

"love you too," you say back before hanging up.

you quickly hop in the shower and make sure to not take too long.

doing skincare, putting on the outfit, and spraying a little bit of perfume, you are ready to head out the door.

one last check to make sure you have all the things.

7:58 am

you quickly head down to see several people in the lobby.

a bellman, a pair of teenage girls who seemed like they were dragged here, a couple around the mid-40s trying to check-in, and a teenage boy that rested on one of the lobby seats.

it was evident who the balcony boy was but you just called out to be safe.

"balcony boy," you say.

the teenage boy that was seated turns around before flashing you a smile.

"miss singer,"

you airly chuckle at the nickname.

observing him in person was a lot different. you could see his long body proportion, bright eyes, sharp jawline, with fair skin that complimented his rich brown hair.

a distinct experience from seeing him on the balcony.

"i'm (y/n)! and you?" you ask

"i'm lee heeseung"

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