#hoseok fucking deserves better

[wezzaner]

Two weeks orbiting the BTS twitter sphere…

Honestly, I feel like whoever becomes a BTS fan during the hiatus era is on an inevitable trajectory to become a solo.

I could be wrong, and I, myself, am hanging in there tight.

I do have a question, however, like I see the obsession with keeping songs on the charts and hitting milestones, when did that start?

No hate to anyone, I am genuinely curious. We had Taehyung’s release a couple of weeks ago, and now Hobi’s album dropped, but I am still seeing a lot of people (both army and solos) pushing to stream Like Crazy, Standing Next To You, 3D, Seven and Love Me Again for *milestones*.

I get streaming for 8 artists is fucking brutal. But *milestones* when we have new releases?

Please someone explain, I am losing my mind here. And I am not gonna ask on twitter, no way, I value my life too much.

And don’t even get me started on Hybe and the BigHit situation, I am still trying to wrap my head around it. And the hyung line neglect (how dare they!)

Anyway, stream FRI(END)S and Hope On The Street!

[jinstronaut]

i still orbit you, and nothing’s changed, but if there’s no name to love, everything has changed. (cr. namuspromised, lyric translation doolsetbangtan)

happy birthday @cordiallyfuturedwight 💜💜💜

[back2bluesidex]

Cold War - JHS (PWP)

Pairing: Idol!Hoseok X Fem!reader

Theme: SMUT, PWP, NSFW (MDNI), some angst, established relationship au.

Summary: In which Hoseok fucks you for all the time he has lost due to his own mistakes.

Word count: 2196 (pure smut lol)

Warnings: explicit sex, rough sex, domish Hoseok, orgasm denial, cream pie, Hoseok ties her hands down y'all.

A/N: based on a request from the prompt list. The prompts are written in italics.

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There's a cold war that has been going on between you and Hoseok.

It was last week when he nonchalantly forgot that he promised you a piece of quality time and went out to meet his celebrity friends. When you tried to talk to him, he snapped. He shouted at you saying that you give him absolutely no space and privacy, that he has been feeling trapped with you in this house. It stung you hard when he said those words.

It was the first time in your two years of relationship when you saw Hoseok this much furious. And a person as lively as him, wouldn't say anything out of anger only. It made you wonder for how long he must have been feeling "trapped" to finally call you out like this.

It did hurt you like no other. You love him so much that you are ready to leave him for his good. And if he's really not happy with you then it's better for you to stay away.

So, you decided to give him all the space he deserves and wants. As a result, you barely show him your face, you've shifted to the guest bedroom leaving the shared bedroom all to him, you eat before he comes home, and leave for work early before he manages to wake up from sleep. He made no advances to talk to you even if you two live in the same house, so you concluded that he is fine and he finds it better and much less burdening without your presence in his life.

Nevertheless, you miss him and you want him to miss you too, to finally come to you. And if it doesn't go as you want then you will take the cue and leave him, even if it kills you inside and sucks the soul out of your body. It's better to get hurt than being an unwanted presence in someone's life.

However, what you don't know is that Hoseok is going crazy. Waking up to an empty bed without you beside him, coming back to home without you jumping on his arms, eating dinner alone, not being able to hold you close, inhaling your natural pheromones, venting out to you about his day, having a heart-to-heart conversation, melting his tiredness in your embrace, kissing you, groping you and fucking you till night cracks into dawn, everything has been taking a toll on him. He hasn't even seen your face properly since the night of the fight. He knows you are angry but at the same time it's the first time you have stayed angry with him for so long. And he simply doesn't know what to do about it.

But he knows what is the first step to take, which is apologizing to you for his behaviour. He promises he will melt your heart tonight. He will make sure at least you start to converse with him even if you stay cold towards him.

When Hoseok reaches home, he finds you in the kitchen. You have your earphones on. So, you don't notice him coming towards you.

You have been eating out since the fight in order to avoid your boyfriend. But your stomach started acting up against you. So you decided to cook at home instead. You are pouring chopped veggies into the boiling stew when you feel a hand on your right shoulder. You are not surprised, neither are you jumpy enough to hurt yourself. You know it's your boyfriend, his touch is tattooed in the back of your brain. You turn your face to meet his eyes. Giving him a small smile, you return to what you were doing.

"Hey," says Hoseok. But you don't hear him due to the high volume of your earphones.

Hoseok plucks an earphone out of your right ear and you turn your face to look at him again.

"You wanna say something?" You ask him flatly. Your tone is so flat, so devoid of emotions that it breaks Hoseok's heart. The lack of usual 'hey baby' or 'hey hobi' drops his heart to his stomach. But he knows it's his fault. So, he gives you his biggest possible smile as he backhugs you, burying his face on the crook of your neck.

He catches you off guard with his behaviour. It's not what you expected even though deep down this is exactly what you wanted all along. Your heart flutters at his cuteness but you are determined to make him play hard this time around.

"Baby, I'm so sorry for the way I behaved that night. I- I really didn't mean to say that stuff. I was just- frustrated." Hoseok mutters in your neck.

"It's okay. You don't have to apologize, rather thanks for being honest and showing me my place in your life." You reply immediately. You have practiced what to say in a time like this.

Hoseok detaches his face from your neck within an instant and turns you around all while making sure both of you are away from the stove.

"No, Y/N. I know I am the wrong one here but - trust me. You really are important. I can't imagine my life without you in it, baby. Only I know how I have been living these days, since you totally stopped talking to me." His eyes are glassy, you notice but stay reluctant.

"It's what you wanted, Hoseok. You wanted space, I am giving you so. There's absolutely no reason for you to suffer. You should be happy instead. And also, if you want me out of your life, tell me now and you'll see me gone before you wake up in the morning." You reply as calmly as possible.

"Y/N! How many times did I tell you not to talk about breaking up?" He shouts at you, yet again. But this time for a completely different reason. You see vulnerability in his eyes, the fear of losing you is there as well.

You know talking about break ups triggers Hoseok, and you are evil enough to use that now but there's no better way to give him a taste of his own medicine.

"But I feel like you want it. It feels like you want me gone." You reply, voice cracking a bit. No matter how much you tried to keep this hard exterior, the thought of losing Hoseok breaks you into half.

"No! Fucking no! Y/N"

"Show me that you mean it, Hoseok."

And within a heartbeat, you feel his lips crashing into yours. The kiss is urgent, passionate but harsh at the same time. Hoseok grabs the back of your head to push you towards himself even more. You don't kiss him back until grabs your ass and smacks it harsh enough to make you yelp.

You then kiss him back as your hands reach to play with his dark and silky hair. Hoseok leaves your neck and places both of his hands right behind your ass and pulls you up on him. You wrap your legs around his torso as he carries you towards your shared bedroom.

He drops you not-so-gently on the bed and starts looking for sometime in the drawer. Upon finding a piece of silk, what you recognise as your scarf, he marches towards you. His hands work fast as he strips you off and leaves you bare for his eyes. You don't utter a single word, you stay there as if none of it is mattering to you.

He then takes the scarf, pins both of your hands above your head and ties those with the scarf. That's when you open your mouth.

"What are you trying to do?"

"Trying to ruin you for every other guy. So that you can't even think of ending things with me." Hoseok says as he finishes tying you up. He then strips himself off. His cock stands half erected, you eye him shamelessly.

"I’m not letting you go until you’ve either drenched the sheets, or passed out.” Hoseok says briefly before he almost pounds on you and attacks your lips vigorously.

His hands run down through your sides and find your cunt. One of his hands grabs one of your tits as the other one runs up and down your slit. You start leaking right away.

His mouth leaves your lips as he places small kisses on your jawbone, your chin and then he bites down on your neck. You moan out loud.

His teeth worry the skin of your neck all while his fingers draw small circles on your clit. You suck in a deep breath, you know it's gonna be a long time tonight.

Hoseok's kisses trail down to your collarbone as two of his digits probs on your entrance. You hate to admit it but you are already getting weak. His mouth takes one of your nipples in as he bites down on it. You muffle a moan.

"Let me hear you, baby. Let me know how good I am making you feel." Hoseok says. His words slurs as his tongue plays with one of your hardened buds.

Without a warning he puts two of his digits inside your cunt. He doesn't waste time as he puts his fingers knuckle deep.

His muscle memory takes his fingers to that one place that gets you all weak. He presses down on your g-spot and you arch your back as a response. Your moans know no bound at this moment. You feel yourself getting close but you don't say anything, you don't wanna give him the privilege of denying your orgasm.

But Hoseok being Hoseok, knows your body too well, as a result he removes his fingers right when your walls starts to clench the fuck out of his fingers.

"You are cumming only once today and we are going to cum together." He grits through his teeth as he pumps his rock-hard cock. Ready to bottom you out.

He teases your slit by rubbing the tip of his cock on your clit. You hiss. This man really has the audacity of teasing you after denying your orgasm once already.

"Don't tease, Hoseok!" You warn him.

He smiles, as if it's no big deal but he complies with your warning.

He uses both of his hands to spread you open. Placing both of his hands on both of your thighs, he takes a look at your leaking core.

"You have deprived me of this pretty pussy for an entire week. All the week-worth fucking will be done today." Hoseok grunts as he takes his cock and puts that in, in one go.

"Ah! Hoseok!" You moan out loud. Your moans seem to encourage him to go fast from the very start so he starts rutting into you like an animal. You weren't ready for the pace. Your mouth opens but nothing comes out other than some gibberish. The bed starts to squeak violently, so much so that you think it might break.

His pace was too much already and now he started stimulating your clit with rough eight figures drawn by his thumb. You start to see stars. You are gonna cum within seconds if he keeps doing what he is doing.

"H- Hoseok, plea- please.. I can't take it! Go sl-slow" you manage to say somehow although you are drooling, crying and making a mess of yourself. Your tied hands takes your pain mixed pleasure to a different level as you can't even grab the sheets or scratch Hoseok to divert your mind.

Hoseok doesn't budge. Either he doesn't hear to you or he doesn't pay you any mind willingly. So you open your mouth again.

“I-I can’t take anymore, please.”

“You can take it, and you’ll do it graciously, one more complaint and I’ll edge you all month.” Your boyfriend growls. You open your mouth to say something but Hoseok shuts you up by placing his fingers on your tongue.

"Suck" he orders, you obey.

However, you feel yourself getting close once again and Hoseok too probably feels it. His thrusts lose rhythm and become rigid. You, too, start to clench around his shaft.

"Cum, baby. Cum on my cock." Hoseok breathes out. You cum immediately as he follows closely behind. He fills you up with his white, hot seed as you almost lose your consciousness.

His body falls on top of yours. You feel his cum all over your mound, thigh, and slit as his softening dick rubs against your body.

His chest presses onto yours as you both try to catch your breath. He unties your hand, throws the scraf away. He cups your cheek with one hand and stare into your eyes intently.

"I know having sex is not the right way to prove myself but… I promise, Y/N, I'll make it up for you. Just- just don't leave me. Please." Hoseok mutters right beside your ear. You know he is vulnerable right now and he isn't lying, not in a time like this. This intimacy isn't something you could lie beneath.

You smile at him and reply, "I won't."

His smile finally reaches to his ears for the first time in a week as he kisses your forehead as if to seal the deal.

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@phenomenalgirl9 @soraviie @variety-is-the-joy-of-life @sukunabitch

[clubdionysus]

[BAD DECISION #1] Purple Starfuckers

warnings: alcohol, clubbing

soundtrack: bad decisions - bts, passionfruit - drake, promiscuous - nelly furtado & timbaland

wc: 3.5k

bd total wc: 540k (on-going)

minors dni | AO3 | series masterlist 

"Don't think of it as a bad decision. Think of it as a lesson learned. Something to remember for next time."

The way Hoseok looks at you is borderline comical - face all scrunched up, mouth hanging ajar. He's scowling, but it isn't new. He's had a face like a slapped arse all evening. Kinda goes with the territory of a fresh break-up, mind you.

"You don't seriously believe that?" He scoffs, before swallowing his words down with the rum and coke that he's been nursing for the past fifteen minutes. It tastes like shit, and is far too strong - but he's the one who asked for a triple. No one else to blame

The bartender had raised his pierced brow, told Hoseok that he's "not allowed to do that" - but had offered to make him a double and pour a separate shot, instead. "What you do with that shot is up to you," the bartender had shrugged - and so Hoseok had poured it straight on in. 

You finish your own drink with a roll of your eyes and shake of your head. "What I believe is that she wasn't 'the one', Hobes. Was a lucky escape, if you ask me. She was fucking vile to me and Danbi."

"You guys just didn't get to know her proper-"

"Hobi, she wore white to Jungmi's wedding," Danbi interrupted. Truthfully, she could not have cared less for how badly Hoseok's ex had treated her - it was when she started behaving badly around other people, embarrassing them in the process, that she started to take offence. If there was one thing Danbi had, it was pride. "WHITE! Who does that?! Poor Jungmi. She's a better woman than me. I'd have fought that bitch on the spot, right in the aisle. Don't care if it's my wedding day, when bitches deserve a slap-"

"Dan," you laugh but try and get her to quiet down, knowing that Hoseok is still reeling from the break-up. As true as her words are, he doesn't need to hear them right now. Turning to Hoseok, you stroke up his shoulder tenderly, with a soft smile on your glossy lips. 

You didn't cover yourself head to toe in glitter just to sit in the smoking area of a shitty club all night. There's fun to be had.

"Look, Hobes, it sucks that things ended the way they did -" a screaming match over the price of asparagus in the middle of a supermarket, that was totally an argument about something more than that, but Hoseok is still in denial - "but not everything we lose is a loss. Okay? You've still got us."

Which is admittedly more than he deserves after how much of a shitbag he'd turned into during the relationship. He'd go days, weeks - hell - sometimes months, without getting back to you. You and Dan had been fine - you had each other after all - but it still sucked not having your third musketeer with you. 

"Now c'mon," you smile. "Get that drink down you, and get that pretty ass of yours on the floor. We both know you're dying for a good dance."

"I don't feel like it," he groans - but he downs his drink regardless, and is dancing to a noughties classic within five minutes. 

You think it's Nelly Furtado - it is - but you're so drunk that you can't really place it. It's the kind of song that everyone knows; the kind of song that gets everyone's hips moving just right. Bodies are hot and sweaty, the clammy dancefloor a pit of sin. To you, though, it feels like heaven at that moment. This is all you've wanted for months. You're holding Danbi's hands, Hoseok between the pair of you, unable to escape and not really wanting to, either. He's smiling, and it's the best thing you've seen all night. 

The lights of the club beam down on you, pinks and blues reflecting the satin dress you're wearing. It's short, barely covering your ass, and silver. Picked out especially for a night like this; when attention is welcome, but not necessarily encouraged. You think you look like a trophy. Maybe someone will be lucky enough to win you. Maybe not.

From the bar, Jeon Jeongguk thinks you look like a little disco ball. 

He's wiping a tumbler dry, fresh from the glass washer, making most of the lull in customers coming to the bar. There are only three of them behind it, and it always makes Friday shifts feel that little bit more hectic. 

Dionysus, a club just on the outskirts of the party district, is always busier on a Saturday, so he prefers Friday shifts. A relatively small club, it has only a single dancefloor and a bar area with a few seats. The back entrance leads to the smoking area, which is where he'd first noticed you coming from with your friends. There's nowhere to hide, really, in a club like this. If you're in Dionysus, everyone knows about it. 

Especially the bartenders. 

"What do we reckon," Yeonjun, the youngest of the crew, smirks at Jeongguk as he nods towards you and your friends. "They all going home together, or what?"

A little air squeaks through Jeongguk's lips as he purses them, trying to get a read on your little trio. The way you're moving your hips towards the dude in the middle certainly seems a little more than friendly. At least, if a girl he'd never met before was dancing with him like that, he'd take it as a good sign he was getting laid. 

What makes it interesting is the fact that there are two of you. You in silver, another girl in black. Both pretty. Both incredibly different, but both captivating nonetheless. Like a pair of shooting stars, he thinks, cracking through the crowd at a vibrancy that could blind. Is a little confused as to how the fuck you aren't being pestered by other guys - doesn't complain though. Makes for a clear line of vision.

It's nights like these which make Jeongguk wish he worked a normal job. He misses out on all the fun always being behind the bar, he thinks. Does also save him from making some bad decisions that he knows would surely haunt him. If anything, he should be thankful.

"Fuck knows," he simply says, closing the glasswasher and whipping the towel over his shoulder. "10,000 won says he's going home alone."

Yeonjun smirks. "You're on."

It's less of a bet for Jeongguk. More of a manifestation. He likes watching you dance. Doesn't like the thought of you dancing with the dude by yourself. Doesn't like the idea of you leaving with him, either. Considers the fact that maybe you're not even interested in dudes, and that it's the girl you're holding hands with who you'll be leaving with instead. He's less intimidated by that - at least your disinterest in him would be preference based - but it's still not his favourite scenario.

It's not like he knows you, nor will he ever know you. He just likes to live in the what-ifs. They're always so much safer. Can't get rejected if you don't put yourself out there.

And so he carries on with work just like he should, serving the next punters who stumble to the bar. He pours them a water with their order, because lord knows they need it, and laughs when someone tries to pay for it thinking it's a vodka lemonade. 

"On the house," he shrugs, letting their drunk minds believe it really is a vodka lemonade. Easier that way. Will get them drinking water, at least, even if just for a sip or so before they clock on.

You're laughing, a little out of breath and not entirely steady on your feet, as you head to the bar. 

He'd been so busy with the last customers that he didn't even notice until he saw you using the bar to help steady yourself. You aren't looking in his direction, but up at the row of spirits behind him, trying to sus out what you fancy. 

Your hair is dark, up in a ponytail with grown-out bangs framing your face. The makeup you've been wearing has faded, melted off from the heat of the club, but the glitter remains. You really do look like a disco ball, he thinks. It makes him smile.

"Hey, sorry," you beam towards him, eyes just as sparkling at the glitter dusted on your collarbones. He raises his brows, expression open, receptive, as he moves closer to the bar. "What's something that can get me fucked up but also tastes delicious?" 

Oh, how he loves a challenge. He licks his lips and tilts his head to the side. "What do you qualify as delicious?"

"No passionfruit," you say almost instantly. "So no pornstars." And then you gag a little, to emphasise just how much you hate passionfruit.

"No pornstars, noted," Jeongguk says as he pulls an imaginary pencil from behind his ear and pretends to jot it down on his palm. He looks back up at you, and doesn't bother fighting the way his teeth bite down on his bottom lip - why would he? You're giggling. He likes it. And he also knows you're probably drunk, so won't remember this interaction in the morning. 

"Well, I mean, none of the drinking variety," you grin, tongue in cheek. "If you happen to know any of the human variety, send them my way."

He almost chokes on his own spit. The shock in his eyes has you laughing again.

"I'm joking, you idiot."

Although you kind of totally aren't. You haven't been laid in a while. You'll take anything with a pulse who is interested at this point. 

"I knew that," he bluffs, and looks back down at his palm as if he's reading again. "Okay, so no pornstars - pornstar martinis. What else?"

"Don't like orange juice."

"Do you like anything?"

You like lots of things. So many things that your brain can't think straight, actually.

You like the way a tattoo is peaking out of his shirt sleeve. You like dancing with your friends. Being drunk. His smile. The way he's joking with you. The knowledge that Hoseok is probably doing the robot as you speak. Sunsets. The chain around the neck of the man in front of you. Those cute tiny straws he puts in some of the cocktails. Him.  

But you narrow your eyes, and ignore your brain. "Alcohol." 

He narrows his eyes right back. Purses his lips. Looks down at his fake notepad, then back up at you. "I think I have just the thing for you."

Reaching for the plastic cups which you know are reserved for water, you almost look offended. Does he not think you have eyes? Are too drunk to know he's giving you water?

He places it in front of you and smiles, lips together, eyes round - but still challenging you.

"It's water," you tell him, and he nods. No denial.

"Uh-huh. Cleanse your palette first."

"Are we fine dining?"

"We aren't doing anything," he assures you. He's on the clock. "But everything tastes like shit after a smoke, so if you wanna enjoy it, have some water."

Your brows furrow together, head tilting and then you're self-conscious. "Do I smell like smoke?"

You'd doused yourself in perfume and had been chewing on gum to hide it, but apparently not well enough.

Jeongguk shakes his head, realising how much wider your eyes are. You don't seem as confident. You're not smiling anymore. 

"No, no," he says quickly and nods toward your clutch, which is propped open on the side of the bar. A packet of cigarettes are sticking out slightly, a lighter tucked into the side. "I just guessed - sorry. I didn't mean to- I mean, no. You don't. Not at all."

You follow his gaze, and find yourself smiling. Small misunderstanding. That's all. But he seems just as panicked as you had been. It's sweet. 

"Fine," you elongate your response and let your eyes narrow again, to let him know you're ready to banter again. "I'll drink it - but whatever you're making better be good."

"If you hate it, it's on the house," he says, knowing that you won't hate it. He sets about making your drink as you sip on the water, not really watching him because you're trying to focus on not falling over. Water actually seems like a great idea. You're thankful for it. 

When Jeongguk returns to your spot by the bar, he can't stop blinking. The glass of water - an entire pint - is finished. You're smiling, lips a little wet, eyes a little hazy.

"Thirsty," you shrug. 

He checks your jaw to make sure it's not grinding, but it's perfectly still. Not a gram of MD - the drug of choice in Dionysus circles - in your system. You just really are thirsty - had been dancing all bloody night. He knows this, but he's naive to how hot it is down there. Hasn't actually been on the dancefloor himself in a while. Always working.

He accepts your defence, and holds up the shot in front of you. It's tiny, and pretty, all purple and shimmery. 

Jeongguk smiles. "Purple Starfucker."

The water you've just finished almost comes back up through your system. "Sorry?!"

"Purple Starfucker," Jeongguk simply repeats. "Amaretto, peach schnapps, a little curacao and cranberry juice. Fucking delicious."

You do love all of those. It's the ideal drink for you. You've never had it before, but you know it's gonna be good. He places it down in front of you, but that challenging look is still in your eye. 

He laughs a little. Can't figure you out. Has no idea what you're thinking. "What are you waiting for?"

"Nothing," you grin, picking the shot glass up by the rim, raising it with a nod. "To Purple Starfuckers."

Jeongguk nods back. Toys with his lip piercing, the tip of his tongue peeking out ever so slightly before he bites down on his lip. "To Purple Starfuckers."

From his peripherals, Jeongguk can see Yeonjun leaning against the countertop at the back of the bar, watching him with a curious smirk.

Un-fucking-believable, Yeonjun thinks. Reckons Jeongguk is trying to fuck with the bet. Trying to lure Disco Ball away. He doesn't hear the conversation, but he can read your lips - 'Holy shit? That's fucking delicious? How much do I owe you?' - and watches the way Jeongguk shakes his head. Hands too. Shrugs. Bloody git is giving it to you on the house. 

10,000 won ain't that much, but Yeonjun doesn't like losing. "Oi, Disco Ball. Get your friends"- he nods towards Hoseok and Danbi. -"We'll make you a round."

He ignores the way Jeongguk's eyes burn into him, knowing that his shit-eating grin is enough to wind Jeongguk up. They love each other really, but in a way you'd love a sibling. Fully capable of hating one another, too. 

You glance up to Jeongguk, almost as if you're asking his permission. You kind of are. You trust him. He's been kind. This other bartender? He's a bit louder. Far brasher. And he'd called you Disco Ball? The fuck?

Jeongguk nods. Doesn't want you to leave, but equally knows the only reason you're looking at him like that - eyes all wide and innocent - is 'cause you're drunk. Doubts it would be the same if you were sober. When he comes to think of it, he'd rather you were with your friends. Safer that way. "Hurry. Before we get really busy."

And so you scurry off, running on the balls of your feet to avoid awkward heel mishaps. There's something endearing about it and it's almost enough to distract him from Yeonjun's taunts. 

"If he doesn't take her home, I will."

"She's fucked," Jeongguk tells him, voice stern, eyes still on you. Fucking around with punters isn't against the rules, but taking advantage of drunk girls? Yeah, not on his watch. Doesn't matter who it is. He's seen enough creeps and enough girls in tears because of them to know when to step in. "You're going nowhere near her."

"I clock off in an hour," Yeonjun reminds him. Jeongguk the one who's closing the bar tonight. "Plenty of time to play catch up."

Yeonjun - brilliant, blue-haired, and with enough boyish charm to seduce almost anyone - isn't a creep. He looks up to Jeongguk. Respects him. Follows his lead. Would never take advantage of a punter. He just likes winding Jeongguk up a little too much. 

Jeongguk ignores him. Doesn't put it past him. While Yeonjun likes to think he has values, Jeongguk knows he's just as horny and desperate as the rest of the fuckers in the bar. 

That's not to say Jeongguk is discounting himself from the generalisation - he just actually does have morals. To some degree, at least.

You're on the dancefloor for no more than thirty seconds, dragging Hoseok and Danbi with you to the bar. They complain and moan - "but I love that song!" - though as soon as they're faced with a tray of shots, their moods shoot up. You go to pay Jeongguk, but he shakes his head.

"On the house."

"You're trying to get me drunk," you accuse with a knowing smile.

"You're already drunk," he smiles right back. It's not his goal. It's a fairly quiet night. If anything, this is entertainment. Not like there's much better for him to be doing. Not until his friends drop by later, at least. "I'm just a nice barman."

Part of you wants to protest. He's covered in tattoos - his hands, the ones peaking from his shirt at the wrist and the neck - and has more piercing in his ears than you do. There's a stud in his brow, and a ring on his lip. It's his eyes though, that you think scream danger the most. They're deep and they're dark, and you know better than to trust them.

And yet when he smiles like that, your tummy feels all fuzzy in the same way that your head does.

"Well thank you Mr Nice Barman," you nod and curtsey, because that somehow feels appropriate. 

"Jeongguk," he corrects, before knocking his head to the side and nodding towards the dancefloor. "Go enjoy your night, trouble."

Not too much, though, he thinks to himself, but watches as you bounce back to the dancefloor with your friends. 

The drinks were a small gesture, but one that he knows will have made a difference to their night. No skin off his back. He likes doing things like this. You're not the first, likely won't be the last - but he spends a lot longer than usual quietly observing you as you get on with your night. Doesn't notice the smile on his face.

Yeonjun does, though. Chooses not to say anything. Knows when to pick his battles.

Does warn him when he sees Jeongguk's friends bundle in through the door, though. "Watch out boss. Same as usual?"

Jeongguk nods, and Yeonjun sets about making a round of drinks for the usual suspects. Three malibu and cokes, one rum and lemonade and four purple starfuckers. Jeongguk'll make those. They're his signature. 

"Look what the cat dragged in," he grins towards his friends, all a little worse for wear. Bleary-eyed, they're smiling and joking, having come from dinner - which turned into drinks, and then more drinks and then - fuck it - clubs. Dionysus is always the final stop. They like the atmosphere; like the free drinks even more.

"You know us," Park Jimin grins at him in the sleazy way he so often does, which lets Jeongguk knows he's up to no good. "Where the pussy goes, we surely follow."

"Speak for yourself," Namjoon snorts beside him, a little more sober than the others. Taehyung and Yoongi are engaged in their own conversation - something about the Samsung Lions and baseball strategy that Jeongguk doesn't care much for. "Quiet night?"

"Fairly," Jeongguk nods - which can only mean one thing. Same thing it means every week. 

He'd always thought that by the time they hit their mid-twenties, they'd be over this lifestyle by now - but his friends like to make just as many bad decisions as he does.

"Round up boys," Jimin cheers, his voice booming above the bass of whatever noughties classic is on. "Purple Starkfucker time!"

Jeongguk laughs. Shakes his head, rolls his eyes. Unfolds his defensive arms. Glances up to the crowd - but you're lost to the night. Maybe not forever, but for now, at least. 

And so he just nods, and cheers along with them.

"Purple Starfucker time."

AO3 | MASTERLIST | NEXT

[strvngeweather]

WHAT YOU NEED.

a one shot.

🍷PAIRING: collegeartnerd!taehyung x black!reader. 🍷GENRE: College AU, smut 🍷WORD COUNT: 1.7k 🍷WARNINGS: Smut, consumption of alcohol, swearing, drunkness, non-consensual kiss 🍷SUMMARY: After getting your heart broken by Jin, Taehyung, the local art geek, provides a worthy distraction from the heartache. 🍷AUTHOR'S NOTE: So I had no plans on posting this because it's not ... great but, I decided to anyway because I may continue it as a series. Thanks for reading <3

You knew better than to get involved with Jin.

He had been your first love – still was. He was the bad boy who wooed you, the head cheerleader, in high school and the rest was history. Everyone had warned you about the relationship. They said that it wouldn’t last, that he would end up leaving you high and dry, and that attending the same college as him was a romantic death wish. But you knew you and Jin were different. You knew that you had a love that would stand the test of time. You knew that deep down in your heart, that Jin was the only man for you.

You had been wrong. So wrong.

Your first mistake was believing that a guy like Jin could be tied down. Your second mistake was coming to the hottest party of your college career just a month after Jin broke up with you in a Denny’s parking lot at two in the morning.

He had spent the entire party cozying up with some blonde girl with a bird tattoo on her arm. Every time he put his arm around her or kissed her or whispered something in her ear, it was like he was taking a piece of your heart and shattering it.

“Here,” your best friend, Lea, shoved a red plastic cup full of a dark brown liquid into your hands. “You need a drink.”

“I need Jin.” You realized how pathetic you sounded but you didn’t care.

“You need a drink,” Lea repeated. “And you need a fuck.”

You shook your head, taking a gingerly sip of the drink; you winced as the alcohol hit your taste buds. It was strong, burning as you swallowed. “What the hell is this?”

“Rum and coke. Mostly, rum though.” You tried to give the drink back, but she shook her head, forcing the drink back into your hands. “Drink it,” she demanded. “Screw him! Tonight is about you having fun. It is not about Jin. So, you drink that drink, you climb up on a table, you shake that beautiful ass of yours and then you fuck the brains out of someone else.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you should consider a career in public speaking?”

“All of the time.”

You obeyed your best friend, quickly chugging the drink and heading to the kitchen for a refill. She was right, you figured. You couldn’t spend the entire party sulking over a guy who no longer cared about you. This was college, for crying out loud, you deserved to have some fun. 

And fun you had. The night slipped away from you like a thief. One drink turned into two and two turned into three and soon enough, any thoughts of Jin were out of your mind. It had been the first time in the last two weeks that he wasn’t on your mind.

It was just too bad you were never on his.

You had gone to the kitchen to pick at the lukewarm finger food the host had put out. Most of it was gone but you took what you could from the vegetable platter. The kitchen wasn’t exactly packed but it was crowded enough to where he hadn’t noticed you. And because he hadn’t noticed you, he had no problems telling his friends how he really felt about you.

“So, you broke up with Y/N?” This was Hoseok. A frat boy that was obsessed with penis jokes.

“Yeah,” Jin replied. “Had to let that clingy bitch go.”

His words knocked the wind out of you like a sucker punch. You could feel the sting of tears in the back of your eyes but there was no way you were going to cry. Not here. Not now. You slipped out of the kitchen quietly, pushed your way past the other partygoers, and ignored the sound of your name being called by Lea. You made a beeline for the staircase, heading up it and into the nearest bedroom. You took a seat on the edge of the king-sized bed and wept to yourself.

“Are you okay?”

You jumped at the sound of a deep voice. You thought you had been alone but as you turned around, you saw the outline of a figure sitting on a bean bag chair. “I’m sorry. I thought I was alone.”

The figure got up and you could see who it was now: Taehyung Kim.

Taehyung was an art major that everyone seemed to love. You shared a class together and saw him on campus a few times but didn’t interact often. You two just didn’t run in the same circles. Most people had agreed he was exceptionally handsome, but you were always so preoccupied with Jin that you couldn’t fathom finding anyone else attractive. But as you looked over him now, you realized that they had been right. Taehyung was handsome. Really handsome. And that voice – good, God! Had it always been so velvety?

Taehyung came and sat next to you. “My bad, I just needed a place to sober up from the craziness downstairs.”

“You’re drunk?” He certainly didn’t look it – or sound it.

“Mhm,” he hummed, laying back on the bed, and placing his hands behind his head. You noticed the way his dark blue shirt lifted, getting a peak of his toned stomach. “Not super drunk but the buzz is buzzin’, ya know?” That earned a laugh out of you which forced a smile out of Taehyung. “Anyone ever tell you that your laugh is sexy as fuck?”

You laughed again. “You are drunk.”

“A little,” Taehyung admitted. “I’m a little bolder when I’ve got liquor in me. But I’m not lying, you’re sexy as fuck.”

“I thought you said my laugh was.”

“That too.” He got up, running a hand through his dark, wavy, locks. “I’ll leave you alone now. I don’t wanna disturb you or anything.”

‘You need a drink, and you need a fuck.’ Lea’s words rang through your head. You had your drink and Taehyung did seem like the perfect candidate to get your fuck. No, you thought. This was too crazy. You had just met him officially for the first time tonight and as far as you knew, he had some goth girlfriend who he loved dearly. You watched him go, cursing yourself for thinking of hooking up with a random person tonight. His leaving was clearly a sign from the universe that you needed to deal with your heartbreak in a more mature way. 

After about ten minutes, you got up to leave. When you opened the door, Taheyung was on the other side. “I think I forgot my phone,” he said.

“And something else.”

“Something else?” He cocked his head to the side.

You nodded and did something completely out of character. You kissed him.

And he kissed you back.

His lips worked against yours in a feverish manner, his tongue slipping inside. The only person you had ever had sex with was Jin so you were trying hard to keep up and if Taehyung could tell, he certainly didn’t let on. He left a trail of kisses from your chin to your clavicle, stopping at the top of your breasts to suck and bite at the flesh.

His hands roamed your body before settling on the curve of your ass, softly groping the fleshy area before moving down to the end of your dress and pulling it up over your hips. His lips found yours again, taking your bottom lip in between his. He placed an arm around your waist and used his other hand to gently rub your core through your panties. A moan escaped your lips as he pushed your panties to the side, his fingers sliding up and down your already-soaked slit.

“Can I taste you?” He asked between kisses.

You muttered out a yes or at least you thought you had. You were too busy trying to keep your composure as his thumb worked against your clit and his middle finger pumped in and out of you.

Taehyung guided you to the bed, laying you down and sliding your panties off. He settled in between your legs. You felt his lips against yours, his tongue lapping at you, his hands forcing your legs to open wider. You gripped the bed sheets feeling your pussy tightening; an indescribable feeling bubbled up in your lower stomach and just as you felt you were about to burst, Taehyung stopped.

“Wait, why did you –” You paused once you realized he was slipping off his jeans, followed by his briefs. He stroked his hard dick, placing the head at your entrance, and rubbed it up and down your slit.

“Tell me you want it.”

“I want it.”

“Say it louder, baby. No one can hear us.”

“I want it.”

“You want what?” Taehyung rubbed the head right on your clit.

“I want your dick,” you told him through a moan. “Please.”

“Good girl,” he replied before sliding it all the way into you.

A throaty yelp escaped you as he began to pump in and out. He pushed your legs back as far as they could go, fucking you at the perfect angle. Your body shivered in pleasure beneath him. It had been a good year and a half since you had been fucked properly. Looking back, you should have seen the signs with Jin. Despite being so young, the two of you walked around like an old married couple, and sex with him was almost like a chore and you had settled into that thought – accepting that this was what sex would be like for the rest of your life.

But Taehyung was proving you wrong.  

“Oh, fuck, oh baby,” Taehyung moaned. The room was filled with the sound of your moans and his dick slamming into your wetness. “I’m going to cum, baby.” He sped up but made sure to place his thumb on your clit, working it until he felt your juices soak his dick even more. He waited for your eyes to roll back and your moans to heighten into a whistle tone before he pulled out and came all over your thighs and stomach.

He lay on the bed next to you, the sound of heavy breathing filling the air.

“Taehyung,” you managed to get out after a moment, but he didn’t hear you. He had already fallen asleep.

You contemplated getting up, going downstairs, and slipping out of the party but you didn’t. Instead, you scooted closer to Taehyung, cuddling up next to him, and to your surprise, he woke up just long enough to wrap his around you and whispered, “Sleep well,” before both of you drifted off into slumber.

[jiminiecrickets]

How betrayed and hurt would jungkook be if he ever found out through his bf that a close friend of him and the guys came onto him very aggressively, as in actually trying to get him to leave jungkook. And how would he react? Could we maybe get a little fic based on that?

sfw. warnings for alcohol consumption, blood/wounds described, probable continuity errors, and bc i am bad at choosing names :[ iykyk whoops

2k words lol. this really is a 'little fic'

"you deserve better than him."

his words are like poison in your ears. even in your memories, you can't knock off the venomous edge of his voice seared into your head.

you should tell him. it's a moral obligation. you really, really should tell him.

but jungkook is so, so sweet and so, so kind. in some manners, he's naïve to the ways of love, averse to the concept of hook-up culture and the pressures of transactional sex. he needed physical intimacy in an ascending staircase: touches, hugs, kisses, then the bed. it was comfortable for him – it felt natural, a gentle progression.

it'd break him to know that his own friend, someone he graduated high school with, was trying to take you away from him for something so small as the refusal to let you see him bare.

you like to think of yourself as a non-confrontational person, but it's getting particularly hard when someone's making fun of your boy. he knows it's bad – that it's wrong. he only says anything when hoseok, taehyung, and yoongi aren't in hearing range.

you sit at the dining table, twisted halfway in a chair to chat with hoseok by the sink and yoongi struggling with brownies. taehyung is eating the chocolate chips straight out of the bag, much to yoongi's exasperation.

taking a seat next to you, hongjin places a hand over yours, itself grasping a short glass. a small puddle of golden whiskey remains at the bottom. your gaze flickers down, sharp and guarded.

he smiles, eyes glimmering. "you drink well. you should come out clubbing with us more often."

"thanks, but it's not really my scene," you reply, shifting your hand on top of your glass when he moves the bottle of whiskey closer and moves to pour some. "i'm good."

he sits back, popping the cork back into the bottle. he crosses his arms, smiling at you unsettlingly. you shift your overshirt tighter over your chest, as if you could defend yourself with it in some way. it's a little too warm with it, even with the sleeves rolled up to your elbows, but you're not taking it off. not now.

"taehyung! stop eating the chips! i need them right now and i swear, if there aren't enough left, i'm going to gut you like a fish."

"why do you even need them?" he pouts. "brownies are already all chocolate, you don't need more!"

hoseok snorts. "they're not even that tasty by themselves, taehyung. i have better chocolates in the pantry if you want them."

taehyung clutches the small white bag to his chest. "no. i like these ones."

"you're such a toddler, taehyung, just give me the bag!"

taking the opportunity of their commotion, hongjin leans closer and nudges your knuckles with his fingers, playful. he's tall, handsome, a nice-enough guy, but he can be a bit presumptuous at times – like his opinion is the only right one. there was a reason there was a group chat without him in it.

"so, you're not really planning on staying with little jungkook, are you? you're just his second boyfriend – ever. he's twenty-three and still cries easily. you're not worried that he's a bit, i don't know... immature?"

"no...?" you say slowly. "he can take care of himself, and he's a fast learner. he has an emotional insightfulness that i didn't have at that age. i don't see how such sensitivity is immature – if anything, i'd call it maturity."

he chuckles, shrugging. "yeah, okay. mature, but too shy to let you fuck him? it's, what – five, six months now? c'mon."

"five," you supply, voice flat. "what does it matter to you?"

he notices your grip on the glass, tendons tense and bulging against your skin. briefly, he lifts his hands in surrender. "relax, i'm just teasing. you don't think it's weird that he needs to be cosseted like that, though? that he's taking it – you – so slow that he can barely hold your hand in front of us without getting embarrassed?"

"i'm not cosseting him, nor do i care that his values are different from yours. you're—" you chuckle, gesturing discreetly "—you're doing the thing again, hongjin. the thing that makes people not like you."

he laughs and rolls his eyes, taking it more of a joke than you hoped. he has a dimple in his left cheek, and god, if he could just stop doing that single thing, he'd be so much more likeable.

"that really doesn't bother you? wow. you're, like, a paragon of patience. i could never. hey, listen," he leans in, "what do you do, then? when you wanna, but you can't because of him?"

"then i find that gratification elsewhere," you say with a hint of incredulity. what does he expect? "i'm very happy to wait until jungkook wants to, if at all. alright, i'm not for censoring sexuality, but can we talk about something else?"

"if at all? shit, man. you sure you don't mind? i could talk to him, if you like. maybe all he needs is a little push in the right direction. or, maybe you'd wanna set aside your baggage, go out and window-shop...?"

he smiles, coy. your grip tightens around the glass until it hurts.

lowly, you ask, "are you suggesting i break up with jungkook in order to find someone else to satisfy my need for sexual intimacy?"

he laughs. "oh, the way you talk – you sound like a doctor, or something. i like it." he shrugs, humming. "boiled down to its simplest form: yeah, i am. he's not good enough for you. surely a handsome guy like yourself won't have much trouble finding someone willing to go the extra mile, yeah?" he shifts back in his seat and spreads his hands, and you know for a fact that it's an invitation, a suggestion. you've seen that smile before, confident and assured.

he winks.

the glass in your hand shatters with a sharp crack and the tinkle of its shards hitting the table, rolling onto the floor, is melodic. a harp, perhaps, and a triangle.

in an instant, hoseok and taehyung are at your sides, frantically asking you what happened and inspecting your bleeding palm. yoongi rushes for clean cloths from the bathroom, returning just as you pick out a large shard of glass and whip out a tissue from the box on the dinner table. you place the bloodied piece on it, apologising to hoseok as sincerely as you can while trying not to lunge at the wide-eyed motherfucker across from you.

"i just set it down too hard, i think, i'm so sorry," you say as hoseok grabs a couple of tissues and brushes the tiny shattered pieces from your clothes. "ah, shit, got glass fucking everywhere..."

if he notices your unusual use of expletives, he doesn't mention it, telling you instead not to worry – it's just a cup, it's like seventy cents, at least we're all wearing slides.

you angle your gaze towards hongjin, and you take a sick satisfaction in the way he flinches from your eyes.

taehyung, the poor thing, is chanting hospital, hospital under his breath. as yoongi cups your hand in cloth to stop you bleeding all over the place, he takes you to the bathroom to wash the wound out.

plural, you realise. wounds.

"jesus, how tight were you holding that thing?" yoongi asks, staring at the separated edges of a large slash across your palm. the other ones are smaller, and you're surprised about how much it doesn't hurt. adrenaline does wonders for the human body.

"i think taehyung was right," you say mildly. "that one looks like it needs stitches."

"hold these to it and don't show him or he'll faint," yoongi orders, "and get into my car. i'll call jungkook."

—

with the speed jungkook gets to your home, it's as if he flew. he finds you seated neatly on the edge of the bed, flipping through a book with one hand.

"hyung!" he flies over, and you have just enough time to stand up before he's crashing into your chest. "when yoongi-hyung c-called me to say he was at the hospital because of you, i almost had a heart attack! are you okay? does it hurt? why are you here? what happened? are you going to die—?"

"calm – calm down, baby, please," you try, huffing a short laugh as he strokes your hair and guides you back down onto the bed. he cups your face, searching you for injuries the nurses might have missed.

"calm down," he squawks, "calm down? you were in a hospital! explain – right now!"

"you want the truth, or the truth i told the others?"

his grasp lessens slightly, his huge glossy eyes staring up at you with unshed tears. his chest heaves from his sprint down the block to the entrance. "th-there's a difference...?"

with your good hand, not wrapped in gauze, you stroke his wrist, leaning into his touch. you sigh. "you know how hongjin is, right?"

he shrugs. "well, yeah – bit of a bastard, like the rest of us."

"i'm afraid he's a different kind of bastard from the rest of you," you admit. "here – let me take your bag. how was class?"

"don't ask me how class was when you've only got one working hand," he snaps, wresting his backpack from you and dumping it in the corner. he drops back to the bed, collecting your hand in his and pressing it against his cheek. he pulls himself into you, legs tangled with yours.

you can feel his heartbeat through his back, quick and anxious like a rabbit. "i'm sorry, bunny," you say, the nickname rolling easily off of your tongue. he doesn't seem to mind it, and you continue. "you know how much i love you, hm? how you're my beautiful, perfect boy, and how i wouldn't change a thing about you for the world?"

he glances away briefly, heat rising to his cheeks for a soft pink glow. "yeah, hyung, you never shut up about it..."

"just making sure you know i have a crush on you," you tease gently, and he scoffs, burying his face in your shoulder. out of your sight, a big smile adorns his lips.

"sure, if i was dory or that guy from memento," he mumbles. "just tell me, please. why is your hand wrapped up in gauze?"

you pause. exhale.

he deserves the truth. the whole of it.

you cup the nape of his neck, playing with the soft hairs there, and he presses his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. he waits, patiently, for you.

"alright. hongjin seems to be under the impression that all romances require sex as a major component," you whisper. "he thinks that we aren't doing enough together, as a couple."

he clicks his tongue. "he thinks that because he's constantly searching for vulnerability he can control. why's he so concerned over us?"

here comes the hammer of dawn. "er... he wants us to break up... so he can sleep with," you wince, "me."

jungkook goes absolutely fucking still.

after several seconds, you pull away slightly, opening your eyes, but jungkook doesn't shift an inch. you're not even sure he's breathing.

"baby...? bunny, talk to me."

he sucks in a steady breath. "did you hurt your hand by hitting him, hyung?"

"no – no, i squeezed a glass i was holding too tightly and it cut me when it broke. i couldn't hurt your friend."

in one smooth motion, jungkook stands up. it's almost mechanical.

your gaze flicks down to his hands, clenched into white-knuckled fists at his sides. they loosen and tighten, and you get the distinct stone-drop feeling he's flexing his fingers to ready them. you fold a hand tightly around his wrist and give him a warning look.

"jungkook... whatever you're thinking, step me through it."

"you might not hurt a friend," he begins, voice uncannily smooth, "but that's why they say opposites attract."

[borathae]

↳ Index [Chapter 10 - Party]

Warnings: sexual harassment by a stranger, he gets what he deserves though, violence, sub!Reader, Dom!Taehyung, making out & dry humping on the dance floor, then there is: subby!Tae & Dom!Jimin with dry humping & cumming in pants, and then on a separate occasion: Dom!Jimin & sub!Reader, public sex in a club bathroom, thigh riding, sloppy making out, he fucks her against the sink, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), creampies, dirty talk, choking & breath play, he calls her a needy slut at some parts, he is a cocky bastard and we love him, questionable blood drinking sjdjsj, this chapter goes from cute to hot to creepy to okay hot to Jimin nO

Wordcount: 19.3k (listen there is so much plot & thirst hahaha)

a/n: listen. he. does things to me. i am both scared and aroused. lmao please help.   

Yoongi and Jungkook are out hunting tonight. They took Hoseok with them. Seokjin and Emma are in their room. Their door is locked and if one decided to be a creep, one could hear certain sounds coming from inside. You take a huge step back once you realise what those grunts meant, apologizing quietly even if you are sure they didn’t even notice your presence.

You huff out air. Well there goes your plan for a fun board game evening with them.

“They deserve to have two on two time though”, you murmur, turning afterwards to make your way down the hallway, “I guess we have to make do with three players.”

You wanted to ask the gang if they were in the mood for games and some wine. Just moments ago, you finished the book you were reading the past week and started to feel rather bored in your room, while a board game evening started to sound like the perfect way to spend your evening. Emma and Seokjin are obviously out of the equation now and you hope that at least Jimin or Taehyung agree on playing a game.

You knock on Jimin’s room first because it is the one you pass by first.

He opens after a moment and like always, he wears nothing more than a towel. His hair is wet and the smell of shampoo is entering the hallway. It carries Taehyung’s scent in it. He was nice enough to borrow Jimin a bottle of it as Jimin obviously had no toiletry. Jimin and Taehyung went back to Thea earlier today to get Jimin’s very few belongings. However, a bottle of shampoo was not part of it, hence why Jimin now smells like Taehyung.

“What do you want?” he asks you, running his eyes up and down your body.

“Hey to you too”, you say, studying him. 

“Hey”, he says, “what do you want? I’m a little busy.”

“Busy with what?”

“Washing my hair obviously?” he says and scoffs, “what else do you think I’m doing?”

“I think it looks good already”, you say, reaching out to tug a strand of it behind his ear.

He eyes your hand, “thanks.”

“You must admit, it’s nice having a warm shower again, isn’t it?” you say.

“I guess,” he says and nudges your hand away, “listen, what do you want?” he asks, sounding tired.

“Do you want to play board games?”

He scoffs condescendingly, “why should I play board games?”

You must admit, even if Jimin’s better than everything attitude is annoying at times, it is nice to know that he is getting some of it back again. Reuniting with Taehyung really gave him back some of his spark. You can also see it in the way his dark eye circles seem to have magically disappeared ever since he has Taehyung in his life again.

You shrug your shoulders, “don’t know. I’ll ask Tae as well. It’s just the three of us, maybe we could bond a little.”

Jimin grinds his teeth, studying your features. For a moment you think that he will throw the door closed on you, until he sighs dramatically. He rolls his eyes to the point you fear they will get stuck.

“Just tell me what Tae’s saying and then I’ll decide”, he says, closing the door on you right after. Seconds later you can hear R&B music playing and the sound of a blow dryer.

“Okay. Will do”, you murmur, leaving after giving his door one aggressive nudge, “rude. Don’t close the door on me.”

And so you continue your way to Taehyung’s room, hoping that he will say yes.

Taehyung doesn’t open the door, but calls out for you when you knock. So you enter, inhaling deeply. Goddamn, his room smells nice. Acrylic paints and his terribly expensive cologne with a hint of red wine. This is him. This is Taehyung on a good day. Expensive, artistice and sexy. You really missed this smell.

“Hello, my darling”, he says.

“Hey.”

“What brings you here?”

“I finished my book.”

“You did? Well, that’s wonderful to hear. How did you enjoy it?”

“It was nice. The ending felt a little rushed, but I think it still ended nicely.”

“Well, that’s good to hear.”

He is sitting on the floor, surrounded by his paints and wearing his painting clothes. No wonder he couldn’t get up, you have to do an entire gymnastics routine to make your way to him. You plop down on his lap.

“Oh? Hello there”, he says, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his nose into your neck.

“Hey”, you say, resting your cheek on his shoulder, “what are you doing?”

“Just painting a little. I had some inspiration”, he answers you whilst giving you the softest of nibbles with his teeth. It tickles just enough to make you shiver, “mhm darling, you smell so nice”, he says, “are you wearing perfume?”

“A little.”

“It’s very nice”, he says, rubbing his nose against your neck. A soft kiss follows.

With your eyes closed, you speak.

“It's the perfume you got me.”

“Last year for the masquerade ball?”

“Yes, that one. I really like it.”

“Mhhm I like it too”, Taehyung whispers, inhaling deeply. His long fingers give your hips a gentle squeeze, letting you know that he was affected by your scent.

“It's almost empty though”, you sigh the words. His touches and soft kisses felt too good not to.

“That is no problem. I will buy you a new one.”

“Thank you, Tae”, you say, twirling his hair at the back of his head, “hey, Tae?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Do you want to play some board games?”

“Board games? Are the others going to join us as well?”

“No, they already left.”

“Left for what?”

“Yoongi and Kookie are hunting and Hobi joined them.”

“I see. Well, that is a shame. I would have loved to join them too”, Taehyung says and huffs out air.

You lean in and kiss his cheek, “see it as something positive. We’ve got the house to ourselves.”

Taehyung’s pout turns into a mischievous grin. He drops his paintbrush, lifting you in his lap so he could place you down on it high enough so you were face to face with him. He runs his hands up and down your back, lingering on your butt ever so often.

“Well, if you put it like that, perhaps I should be glad that they didn’t tell me”, he says, fluttering his lashes at you playfully, “what do you want to play? Strip poker, mhm? But I should warn you, I am going to use my teeth to undress you.”

You giggle, “that could be fun, couldn’t it?”

“Yes. Very”, he says, inching closer.

“But I don’t know if Jimin would be down for it.”

Taehyung halts.

“Jimin is here as well?”

“Yes, he’s washing his hair. I thought maybe we could play games together? The three of us?”

“You would want that?”

“Yes. I think that it could be fun.”

“Oh darling”, Taehyung smiles so brightly, that you’re glad you asked him, “that would make me so happy”, he says and stands up with you in his arms.

“Gosh Tae, don’t surprise me like that”, you say, giggling when he bounces you in his arms and leaves the room just like that, “are you going to carry me to his room?”

“Yes, of course. You shouldn’t have to walk.”

“Ah so silly.”

Taehyung snickers and kisses your cheek.

Jimin opens the door after the second knock.

“Geez. Are you serious?” he groans, “why you gotta be so cringe?”

“Be quiet”, Taehyung says, bouncing you in his arms to tighten his grip, “do you want to play games with us?”

Jimin studies the two of you and gives in with a loud sigh, “fine, just let me change into pants.”

“Of course. We are in the kitchen. Come join us.”

And with that said, he descends the stairs and Jimin closes the door to change into pants.

Taehyung places you on the kitchen counter, feeling up your thighs while between your hips not even a feather could fit through.

“You truly smell so good”, he says, “oh darling, I can’t get enough of you.”

“Tae”, you giggle as he nuzzles his face into you, “why are you so snuggly today? Are you hungry?”

“A little. Can I have you later?”

“I don’t know, can you?”

Taehyung purrs, squeezing your thigh.

“Please?” he tries, making you chuckle.

“We’ll see about it once you made me cum.”

“Deal. Oh, you’ve got yourself a deal”, he says, rolling his hips into you.

A sigh runs through you.

“So about that strip poker you were talking about?”

Taehyung chuckles, lifting his head to look into your eyes.

“Did I tempt you?”

“Maybe a little? It could be hot.”

“Yes? Do you want to play it?”

“No.”

You both look at the doorway.

“If guys are going to play strip poker, I am leaving. I’m not in the mood to watch you guys crawl up each others’ asses.”

“You are no fun, Jimin. Aren’t you basically undressed already?” you say, pointing at his naked torso.

“This?” he looks down at himself, “honey, that’s me being dressed, I don’t know what you’re on about.”

You scoff, jumping off the kitchen counter.

“Don’t worry though, we’re not gonna play strip poker”, you run your eyes up and down his body, “you are not seeing my tits tonight.”

“Trust me, I didn’t plan on doing that either way.”

Taehyung snickers, then throws his arms over both your and Jimin’s shoulders.

“Oh you two, tonight is going to be fun”, he says, dragging you to the dining table, “what should we play first?”

“Anything but strip poker.”

“Fine, then normal poker. The loser has to take a shot.”

“Or we could actually go out”, Jimin suggests, “like good old times.”

“Oh? A night out?” Taehyung gasps, turning to you, “would you be interested in going out with us?” he asks you.

“Yes, I think that could be fun”, you say.

“Oh how wonderful. Let’s get ready then”, Taehyung says and lets out a squeaky giggle, taking your hand to tug you upstairs, “I have the perfect clothes for going out. Oh, I’m so excited.”

“Wait. What? Tae I don’t even have clothes for it”, Jimin complains, getting dragged along with Taehyung.

“That is okay. I have something for you”, Taehyung assures him, “darling, do you need something too? I have clothes that you could like.”

“You packed clothes for me?”

“I purchased them in Geneva, but never got the chance to give them to you.”

He flusters you.

“You did? Oh darling, please show me”, you gush, feeling oh so happy.

The clothes turn out to be the matching piece to Taehyung’s outfit. A black turtleneck with its sleeves missing and the back exposed. Black sequins adorn the fabric and a matching black bra keeps the top from slipping to places it wasn’t supposed to slip. Tight jeans reach you on the smallest part of your waist, accentuating your curves with the help of a delicate black belt. Taehyung matches with a black sequin top and leather pants, highlighting the look with a red leather jacket. He looks to die for and you feel beautiful.

Jimin hasn’t decided on an outfit yet, currently eyeing every piece of clothing Taehyung presents to him with slight judgment.

“How about this?” Taehyung offers, holding a black leather harness against Jimin’s torso, “you would look so handsome in this.”

“No. Fuck off with that. It’s ugly”, Jimin hisses, pushing at Taehyung’s chest.

This is the fifth piece of clothing he rejected.

Taehyung stumbles back, staring at Jimin with widened eyes.

“What’s wrong? Why are you so angry all of a sudden?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I just don’t like your clothes”, Jimin says, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Taehyung lowers his hands sadly, running his eyes up and down Jimin’s torso.

“But why? You look really handsome in them”, he says with a pout.

Jimin scoffs.

"I don’t like it, okay?" he hisses.

“Okay, that’s okay. I have something else. Give me a moment, please”, Taehyung says, dropping the harness to instead look for something else, “do you want to look more modern or classic? I could offer you a sheer top, which still shows off your chest.”

“I don’t want to go out anymore”, Jimin says.

“What?” Taehyung gasps, getting up from looking through his suitcase to stare at Jimin, “but why? Did I say something wrong?”

“No, I just. I don’t want to go out anymore.”

“I have this v-neck shirt. Do you want to try this? It shows off skin as well.”

“No. I don’t want to.”

Taehyung closes his mouth and stares. He fumbles with his fingers.

“Why?” he asks in a whisper.

“Because. That’s why.”

“Okay?” Taehyung tilts his head to the side, “is it the clothes?”

“Yes.”

Taehyung looks sad.

“I don’t…”, Jimin takes a deep breath, “I don’t want to show my chest in public.”

“Oh.”

Taehyung’s eyes flit to the silver mark. Yours do as well. Jimin covers it with his hand instantly. He lowers his head.

“Fuck, this is so fucking stupid. You are both so annoying”, he spits and tries to flee.

Taehyung holds his hands before he can, pulling them to his chest and holding them hostage right where his heart was once beating.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I have shirts which will cover you”, he says.

“You do?” Jimin asks nervously.

“Of course I do. Stay and let me show you and, and if you still don’t like them, then you can leave. Please?”

Jimin nods his head. Taehyung turns and hurries to his suitcase. He looks for a fitting shirt for a few moments before he exclaims in victory. He pulls out a black button up with a loose fit and a black leather corset.

“Pair this shirt with this corset and you will look very handsome”, he says excitedly, hurrying back to Jimin. He hesitates, looking into Jimin’s eyes, “can I put it on for you?”

“I guess.”

Jimin stares at Taehyung’s face as the latter puts on the button up. His jaw is tight, but his eyes are soft. Taehyung runs his hands up Jimin’s arms and gives his shoulders a soft squeeze.

“The shoulders are a little too long”, he says.

“I don’t mind”, Jimin answers him.

Taehyung nods his head in understanding and slips his hands under the shirt. You can watch how Jimin’s chest lifts in a deep gasp. A squirm follows as Taehyung brushes his thumb over the silver mark.

“I think”, Taehyung whispers, “I think you look beautiful.”

Jimin exhales shakily, biting down on his lower lip to stop it from trembling. Their eyes meet.

“I don’t think you should hide. It is a reminder that you survived”, Taehyung says, “in my eyes”, he adds, lifting his brows in unsure nervousness.

Jimin places his fingers around Taehyung’s wrists and nods his head.

“You’re a dreamer, Taetae”, he says, removing Taehyung’s hands and placing them on his own chest, “thank you for the shirt. I like it a lot. I’ll style it and come back”, he says and turns to disappear in the bathroom.

Taehyung wipes his balled fist over his eyes and turns to you.

“Hah”, he lets out, blinking the glassiness away, “forgive me”, he clears his throat.

“Are you okay?”

Taehyung nods his head, taking big steps to get to you.

“Come. Let us look at ourselves in the mirror.”

“Okay. Let’s do that.”

The clothes are perfect for you, fitting you as if they were made for you. Taehyung places his hands on your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder, looking at you in the reflection of the mirror.

“How do you feel?” he asks you.

“Really sexy. I like that it shows off my back and there”, you point at your exposed side, “I like this part a lot.”

Taehyung hums, turning his head to brush his lips over your neck in a kiss.

“I think you look like a goddess”, he whispers.

You sigh, placing your hands over his to give them a gentle squeeze. Taehyung lifts his gaze, giving you a playful smile.

“So you enjoy the clothes?” he asks.

“I love them”, you whisper, “Tae.”

“Yes, darling?”

“Your touch is nice.”

He smiles, “you are so beautiful. I won’t ever get enough of you”, he says, kissing your shoulder, “close your eyes, I have something else for you.”

“Okay.”

You wait for him with a fluttering heart.

Taehyung places something around your neck. It brushes your skin in a soft touch, making you gasp in reaction. It must be a necklace as Taehyung is closing something in the back, brushing his fingertips over your neck as gently as possible.

“Open your eyes”, he whispers.

It is a necklace. A golden heart locket on a delicate chain.

“Tae”, you gasp, touching it gently, “Tae, this is beautiful.”

“Open it”, he says, fingers resting on your waist and nervous eyes watching you.

You do as he told you. A strand of dark hair reveals itself to you.

“Is that?”

“It’s my hair”, Taehyung’s nervousness grows, “I want you to know that how I acted these past few weeks, it…it wasn’t who I wanted to be and I am ashamed of what I did and the awful things I said to you. I know it isn’t much, but I hope that this strand of hair can show you that you will always have a piece of me and that I love you”, he widens his eyes adorably, “most ardently.”

You close the locket to make sure the strand of hair will always stay safe. Then you turn, placing your hands at the back of his head. Taehyung’s eyes race between yours, his breathing is quickened.

“I love you too”, you say, playing with his hair slowly, “I know how much you had going on, so I know why you weren’t really yourself lately. You don’t have to explain yourself.”

“Do you really mean that?” he asks.

“Yes”, you cup his cheeks, “I’m so happy that you are finally starting to heal.”

Taehyung exhales shakily, shedding millions pounds of burden with this one single breath. He begins smiling, eyes sparkling in happy adoration.

“May I kiss you?” he asks.

You pull him close, answering him by kissing his lips with all the love in the world. Taehyung sighs, chasing you with his trembling hands resting on your lower back and his lips allowing you to guide him. He hasn’t felt such relief and happiness in ages. To kiss you, knowing that all was well in the world and most importantly between you and him, feels like paradise to his gradually healing heart. He is aware that you never judged him for the twisted ways his grief forced him to act and yet he will never find the words to tell you just how grateful he is for your forgiveness. He will never take your loving heart for granted, promising you with the sweetest kiss that from now on he will make sure to carry it in his hands safely.

You break the kiss too soon for his taste, making him sigh for one more.

“Please”, he breathes, cupping your cheek and brushing the tip of his nose against your cheek, “don’t stop.”

“Oh Tae”, you sigh, pulling him into the kiss he craves with all his heart. Taehyung thanks you with a sweet moan and his fingers tightening on your cheek in desperate gratitude. It feels good to kiss Taehyung now that his heart has been unburdened from grief. He kisses you back as if he wanted it to happen and not because he thought it necessary to do. You have no selfish intent behind that joy, instead you are happy knowing that Taehyung feels relieved enough to finally enjoy the sweeter things of life again.

The kiss breaks not because you wanted it to happen, neither because Taehyung wanted to stop, but because the door to the bathroom opened and Jimin entered the bedroom. You and Taehyung look at him, but stay close, hands still connected with the other’s body.

Jimin wears black pants to his shirt and has his hair styled out of his face. Dark eye makeup accentuates the intensity of his gaze and translucent lip gloss makes his plumb lips shine.

“Look at you. You look stunning, Jimin”, Taehyung gasps, scanning over his best friend’s body from head to toe.

“You really do. That corset fits you so well”, you say, nodding your head in agreement.

“I know”, Jimin answers you confidently.

Taehyung closes the distance between him and Jimin to study his face.

“Did you put make-up on?”

“Of course I did. I look good in it. What are you looking at? Do you want it too?”

Taehyung shakes his head, lifting his shoulders to his ears shyly.

“It wouldn’t fit me.”

“Oh come now, don’t be ridiculous”, Jimin says and pushes Taehyung on the bed.

His back hits the mattress, eliciting a surprised gasp from him. Within seconds, Jimin is straddling his lap, now pinning him down with nothing but a look.

“Stay still”, he orders.

“What are you doing?” Taehyung hushes.

“Your make-up.”

“But I don’t-”

Jimin pins him down.

“Stay still, Tae. Your face’s made for it.”

Taehyung tries to stay still, staring up at Jimin with big eyes until it is time for him to close them as Jimin dances his make-up brush over his lids skilfully.

It is truly the most peculiar scene to watch. They seem so familiar with the situation. As if such occurrences are normal in their friendship. And it is truly peculiar, because Jimin somehow seems to fit so well on Taehyung’s lap. Sitting on him in the perfect spots as if muscle memory made him choose the right place.

“Stop fluttering your lashes, Tae”, he speaks softly.

“But it tickles”, Taehyung answers him and his voice sounds different than when he talks to other people. You can’t describe it. It just does. It sounds a little higher, maybe more innocent. As if a boy was talking to someone he looks up to. 

“I know. It’s because you are always moving your eyes. You have to stay still.”

“I can’t help it, you’re so rough.”

“I’m not, you crybaby.”

Taehyung opens his eyes, locking them with Jimin. You can watch how his hands, once resting on the mattress, find rest on Jimin’s thighs. Jimin, ever so roughly, grabs Taehyung’s chin to move his head from left to right as he inspects his work.

“You look handsome.”

“Did you use glitter?”

“Yeah of course I did. Like always.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll do the other eye now. So close them.”

Taehyung follows, parting his lips in relaxation while Jimin mixes and blends the most beautiful shades of gold and red on his lid.

So they did it before. Their dialogue was proof enough. This isn’t the first time they find themselves in such a situation. It makes you wonder just how far their friendship goes and how blurry those lines between them truly are. The more you get to watch them in the privacy of four walls and solitude, the blurrier they seem to you. Perhaps however this is what centuries of companionship does. Two souls connecting in unidentifiable ways, but with the only purpose to stay together because they were meant to do so. 

Taehyung dances his hands up Jimin’s thighs then, letting them linger on his hips before touching his waist. Fabric lies between his fingers and Jimin’s torso and yet, they both squirm as if he touched naked skin.

“Ah crap”, Jimin curses, licking his pinkie finger so he can clean off the falsely placed eye shadow.

“It’s my lid again, isn’t it?” Taehyung asks.

“Mhm-hm yeah. I always forget it’s different than your left and mess up”, Jimin speaks slowly as his concentration is on getting the look right. He licks his pointer finger, using his spit to wipe off the last remainders of his mistake.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s difficult to get right.”

“Don’t apologise, you have the most perfect eyes.”

Taehyung opens them.

“Keep them closed. “

And closes them, gripping Jimin’s hips with slight desperation. Truly, it fascinates you. You feel so out of place here, so forbidden. As if you are an unknowing bystander stumbling into a scene which was never meant to be shared with anyone except Taehyung and Jimin.

Jimin paints again. He goes slow, keeping minimal distance between their faces to see better. Taehyung’s hands run down Jimin’s thighs again, changing course once he reaches his knees. They disappear from your view, but you know that they are travelling up Jimin’s inner thighs. It makes the latter move his hips back and forth before his left hand disappears between his legs. In a rough movement he has Taehyung’s hands pinned above his head.

“Don’t get greedy”, he rasps.

Taehyung mewls.

“I’m not done with your look. You’re such a whore.”

“I’m not a whore.”

“Sure you are, you’ve always been one and will always be one.”

Taehyung opens his eyes to send Jimin a look. You can’t distinguish if it is supposed to be angry or innocent.

“You’re a whore too.”

“I know”, Jimin smirks, “now close your eyes. I’m almost done, just have to do the eyeliner.”

Taehyung closes his eyes.

“Are you going to do a colour?”

“I was going to do black. But do you want me to do a colour?”

“Yes, do a colour.”

“I’ll do red then. Red suits you.”

“You think so?”

“Yes.”

“Red suits you too.”

“I know. You look better though.”

“No, you do.”

Jimin chuckles.

Taehyung chuckles too. He touches Jimin’s thighs again, keeping his hands still.

Jimin parts his lips then, giving view to the tip of his tongue as he gets lost in concentration. He doesn’t want to mess up, holding Taehyung’s face between his strong fingers just so the latter wouldn’t accidentally move it and mess up his artwork.

“I did the left one perfectly”, he says, “now I just have to do the right one the same way.”

“You can do it, you’ve always had a talent for it.”

“I know. Now, stay still Tae.”

“I am”, Taehyung breathes.

Jimin works diligently, finishing off the wing with a click of his tongue and a proud smirk. He sits up, putting his weight on Taehyung’s lap. Then he closes the eyeliner, throwing it on the mattress next to his eyeshadow palette.

“Stay still, I have to dry it”, he orders and leans in, puckering his lips so he could blow on Taehyung’s lids.

The latter parts his lips, touching Jimin’s hips and giving them an almost greedy squeeze.

You can hear how Jimin blows on him. The sound is confident in the room, almost drowning out the sounds of outside traffic and people getting drunk on the streets. Which was most impossible to imagine as those sounds were scientifically louder in nature, but still somehow that gentle sound of blowing filled up the entire room. It was weighed with intimacy. With familiarity. With moments so well known they became a routine. And because it carried so much with it, it managed to overpower the louder sounds from outside.  

Jimin stops blowing, straightening up and shifting his weight back on Taehyung’s lap with a smooth roll of his hips. He places his hands on Taehyung’s chest then, distributing his weight between his lap and his torso. Then he arches his back just slightly, using the new position to stick out his ass.

“All done”, he says.

Taehyung flutters his eyes open, looking up at Jimin with his painted eyelids and his naked lips still parted. Jimin studies his face, rocking his body back and forth. It changes the point of where most of his weight was put on rhythmically.

“Actually”, he says, “I feel like you need something on your lips.”

Jimin disappears in the bathroom, but returns a second later with a bag of make-up. He sits down on Taehyung’s lap, choosing a higher-up position than last time.

You can watch how Taehyung parts his lips in a silent gasp and how his eyes seem to widen just slightly. You know exactly where he must have sat down. Oh truly, the lines are getting blurrier and blurrier.

Jimin seems unaffected however, rummaging around in his bag until he finds what he deems worthy. He pulls out a golden tube and places the black bag beside Taehyung’s head.

“What’s that?” Taehyung asks.

“Lipgloss. The one with golden shimmer in it”, Jimin says, grabbing Taehyung’s chin to keep his head steady.

“But I’ll just rub it off.”

“Then I’ll reapply it for you.”

“Jimin, it’s so much work.”

“No, it’s not. I’ll do it for you.”

Taehyung looks at Jimin.

“Trust me, you’ll look handsome in it.”

Taehyung seems to relax, keeping his lips in a position that would allow Jimin to apply the gloss. He finishes off by wiping away the spots where he messed up, wiping it into the sheets afterwards.

“Now you’re done.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, you look handsome. Do you want to see?”

Taehyung nods his head.

Jimin reaches for a hand mirror and lifts it to Taehyung’s face. Taehyung reaches for it, placing his hands over Jimin’s to keep the mirror steady. He moves his head left and right, fluttering his lashes and puckering his lips.

“And?”

“I like it.”

“Yeah? Do you think you’re handsome?”

“Yes, I look really handsome.”

“I know”, Jimin lowers the mirror and reaches out to give Taehyung’s left cheek a soft pinch, “you look really handsome.”

Taehyung giggles, lifting his shoulders to his ears. Jimin shows his teeth in a smile.

“Why are you laughing?” he asks.

“It’s nothing”, Taehyung covers his face with his hands.

“Hey, don’t”, Jimin warns, pinning his hands next to his head, “you’ll rub the make-up off.”

“I’m sorry”, Taehyung whispers, closing his fingers around Jimin’s hands.

Silence. Their eyes race between each other. They take a shaky breath. Their fingers squeeze each other.

“Taehyung, I”, Jimin begins in a whispers.

“Yes?” Taehyung breathes.

“I just…”

“Yes, Jimin?”

“I…I think we should go now before it gets too crowded.”

“Yes, I think that is a good idea.”

Jimin gets off Taehyung’s lap, shifting his gaze to you. His hand falls to the side of his neck, his eyes break away again.

“I’m getting a cab”, he says, hurrying out of the room in big steps.

Taehyung sits up, touching his chest. He smiles, squeezing his eyes shut and giggling quietly. He lifts his head when he feels your finger under his chin.

“You look so handsome”, you say, lighting up his eyes.

He stands up, holding your wrists gently.

“I’m happy”, he confesses.

“I’m happy too, my darling.”

“I'm really happy”, he says and you know the deeper meaning behind this sentence. 

“Me too, my darling”, you say and smile.

Taehyung giggles, “oh, I can’t wait for tonight. We will have so much fun.”

“I think so as well”, you say, “should we check if Jimin managed to get a cab?”

“Yes, let us check.”

Jimin is already outside by a car, looking stressed.

“Hurry up”, he calls out and waves at you, holding open the door to the cab he managed to successfully call.

You and Taehyung increase your steps, holding hands as you cross the street.

“You were successful”, you say as you get into the cab.

“I was”, Jimin says, waiting for Taehyung to get inside as well before he does the same. He closes the door and after Taehyung tells the driver the name of the club, the cab drives off.

Taehyung claimed the middle seat, spreading his legs and throwing his arm over your shoulder.

“I am so excited for tonight”, he says, “this is the first time you are partying with us, isn’t it?”

“Yes it is.”

“Oh, you will love it. We are so much fun.”

“I can imagine. Did you guys go to parties in the past?” 

Taehyung and Jimin exchange a look, cracking up at the same time.

“Too many times to count. We were mad back then”, Taehyung snickers, nudging Jimin with his knee, “he loved to get high.”

“I still do”, Jimin says nonchalantly. 

“Yes? Are you hoping to get lucky tonight?” 

“Maybe. Let’s see what the night brings.”

“Hobi told me that you can only really get high through blood drinking”, you say.

“Indeed. But worry not, Jimin is in perfect control.”

“Hah yeah”, Jimin says, touching the side of his neck, “control’s not a problem for me.”

“See? So don't bug your mind with it, darling”, Taehyung assures you, leaning in to kiss your cheek, “maybe I can get lucky as well, mhm?”

“Tae not here”, you whisper, flustering vigorously.

“Mhm”, Taehyung hums and chuckles, leaving one lasting kiss on your neck before he straightens up again.

“You guys blood share?” Jimin asks, eyeing you.

“We do. Oh Jimin, she tastes so good.”

“I know”, Jimin says and for just a second the silence is awkward between the three of you.

Taehyung is the one to break it, laughing loudly.

“I completely forgot that you tasted her before. Oh dear, thank the heavens that we escaped this situation.”

Jimin smiles lazily, “yeah, totally”, he says, glancing at you.

It is awkward at first, but in the end you both end up chuckling. The air feels light again. 

“I partied with Fringella a few weeks ago”, Taehyung says. 

“You did? That must have gone splendidly”, Jimin says, cocking his right eyebrow up.

“It went how you imagine it to go. I got way too high”, Taehyung says and laughs.

Jimin chuckles, caressing Taehyung’s neck.

“You're so reckless, Taetae. Fringella’s not good company to get high with.”

“Certainly?” Taehyung looks at Jimin with widened eyes, “it surprises me to hear such words from you.”

“Yeah, I think dying made me boring. I think Fringella’s orgies would piss me off these days.”

“No, I don’t think they would. You just aren’t used to them anymore.”

“No Taetae, they would”, Jimin insists, playing with Taehyung’s hair, “I don’t like you seeing with Fringella. She isn’t good for you.”

Taehyung blinks in confusion. It is obvious that he didn’t expect Jimin to be so caring. 

“I don’t know what to say”, he confesses in a whisper.

“Don’t say anything. It’s fucking stupid either way”, Jimin says, turning away, “you should be with me, not with assholes.”

“Are you jealous?” Taehyung asks, leaning closer until he can hug Jimin’s waist. Like this, he is pressing his butt into the side of your thigh. 

“You know I am”, Jimin doesn’t feel the need to hide away.

“No Jimin, don’t be. Fringella’s nothing but temporary fun. She always has been. You know that, don’t you?”

“I guess” Jimin murmurs.

“Good. Don’t forget that”, Taehyung says and straightens back up. He turns to you, taking your hand. He leads it to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly. The gesture is sweet and makes you feel good.

The club is located a twenty minute drive from the apartment. The bouncer lets you inside right away after seeing Jimin.

“It has been ages hasn’t it?” he greets his old friend to which Jimin tells him that it has only been two years.

“Does he know you guys?”

“Yes, we spent countless nights in this club”, Taehyung tells you, keeping you close to him with a hand on your lower back. The touch feels nice because it lets you know that he was there even in this stuffy, busy club.

The club is dark inside except for the colourful neon lights illuminating the dance floor. Smoke from the smoke machines hangs heavy in the air, hiding the face of strangers from your view. You draw closer to Taehyung. He wraps his arm around you instantly, pressing you into him and making you feel so incredibly safe. It also feels really empowering to walk with him like that. People stare and they stare for a reason because Taehyung looks to die for. So knowing that you are the woman by his side feels incredible.

Jimin circles you so he is facing you and Taehyung. You step closer so you can hear him over the loud music.

“I’ll get the drinks. Any wishes?”

“I’ll take what Tae takes.”

“I’ll take what you take, Jimin”, Taehyung says to which Jimin rolls his eyes.

“Three Cosmos then”, he says and turns to disappear in the crowd.

“Come”, Taehyung says, taking your hands, “shall we dance?”

“Yes, I’d love to”, you tell him, allowing him to lead you to the middle of the dance floor. 

It is crowded and hot on the floor, but you don’t mind. Taehyung pulls you into him, keeping a protective grip on your hips. His eyes are locked onto yours, keeping you willing hostage. 

He knows how to dance immediately, moving your hips to the melody. There isn’t much melody. The deep bass and hard drums drown out any sense of melodic composition. But that doesn’t mean the music wasn’t art. It was. Addicting, body consuming art, forcing you to draw closer to Taehyung until you can almost merge with him. 

He leans closer, his voice tickles you as he speaks.

“You look so beautiful”, he says, “I can’t stop looking at you.”

He straightens up, looking into your eyes deeply. His hands slip from your hips, gliding up your waist until they linger and squeeze. Right where you are the most sensitive. Your knees buckle because of it, your hips chase him. 

Taehyung finally breaks eye contact to instead look at your lips. One. Two. Three seconds and he is pinning you down again. One. Two. Three seconds and he moves in. He presses his finger to your ear so he can talk normally and you can hear him perfectly. The gesture sends shivers down your spine.

“You have me bewitched”, he rasps, “we have been in this club for merely five minutes and I already want to rip these pesky little clothes off of you and bounce you on my cock.”

“Tae”, you gasp, moving back to gawk at him. This talk isn’t like him, leaving you dizzy.

Taehyung smirks lazily, taking your chin between two of his fingers. He brushes his thumb over your lips. Once. Twice. He pulls back and kisses the pad of his thumb, lowering his eyes playfully. He ignores the needy grip your fingers get on his shoulders, guiding his hands back to your waist with all the calm in the world.

“Beautiful”, he mouths the word as the music drowns out his voice. You twist his shirt at the front. The fabric feels rough on your skin. Taehyung stumbles closer, allowing you to pull his head down. He purrs when you hook your fingers behind his head and press your lips against his ear.

“You’re so mean. Why would you say that?”

Taehyung smirks, turning his head to speak in your stead. His lips tickle your ear, his voice is sultry.

“Why should I lie?” he asks, placing a feather light kiss on your neck afterwards. He growls playfully, “you smell so good, my sweetest”, he rasps.

You turn your head, making him shiver by running your fingers through his hair before twisting it and guiding his ear to your lips.

“I taste even better”, you coo, snickering when Taehyung lifts his head just to gawk in surprise.

He didn’t expect you to talk back. Good. You break away from him just to dance in front of him, throwing your arms over your head and swinging your hips to the melody. Taehyung chases you instantly, hips melted together and strong hands on your waist. He seeks your kiss, mouthing your name in a sigh. He’s got you charged. Aching for his lips. His taste. His hair tickles your fingers as you twist it again, your body chases him in rhythmic rolls.

Perhaps you never meant to go out tonight. Perhaps all you truly wanted to do was get pretty and chase each other in a dance of too much desire. Being here in this dark club with hot bodies surrounding you and the loud music making ever fibre in your body vibrate turns you on so fucking much.

Taehyung leans in, you flee with a tilt of your head. He purrs in desperation, squeezing your waist. He needs you. He needed you ever since he saw you in your clothes. Perhaps even earlier when you sat down on his lap and kissed his neck. He hasn’t carved you so ardently for months. His grief kept him hostage, made him want meaningless sex to drown out the pain and left him uninterested in the addicting pleasure your presence gives him. He didn’t want to soil it. The tension, the electricity, the feeling of being robbed of air. Only you can make him feel that way. And he didn’t want to taint it. It is way too precious to him.

And now he craves it. He feels starved of you. Your kiss, your touch, your taste. He needs you to feed him, fill his every vein with the essence of you.

Taehyung places his hand at the back of your neck, tilting your head up. There is no escape for you now. He has you caged and at his mercy. Taehyung claims your lips in a passionate kiss, forcing your knees to buckle. He moans into the kiss, feeling the needy whimper you let out against his lips. His veins fill with the essence of you, leaving him disorientated. Craving more. His right hand falls to your lower back, pressing you into him. You stumble, fingernails scratching down his neck as you claw for balance. He hasn’t kissed you like that in ages. You have already forgotten just how much passion he has for you. You don’t blame him for the distance he needed in the past few months, but you have to be honest with yourself and admit that you truly missed the manic desire he kissed you with in the past.

Mere minutes later and your panties are soaked in desperation, fingers twisting his hair painfully and lips feeling sensitive. Your lipsticks are smeared, covering your lower faces. Red gloss and dark lipstick. The combination is messy. Taehyung wipes it off your skin with his lips parted in a breathy moan and his half-lidded eyes making the hottest love to you.

“Sorry for making such a mess”, he rasps.

“I’m not”, you answer him, pulling him back into the kiss. Taehyung growls, parting his lips for your hungry tongue. He has a million scents in his nose and yet there is one which is as clear as day to him. Your desperation. You smell so fucking wet that Taehyung can taste it each time he gasps for air and it drives him insane.

He lifts his knee, your legs part for it instinctively. The kiss breaks as he pushes against your middle, your voice trembles in a gasped moan. You look up at him, surprised and droopy.

Taehyung curls his lips into a smirk, guiding your hips only for you to beat him to it and doing it all on your own. Smooth, needy rolls to the sound of the music. Your right hand slips from his hair, pressing against his crotch.

“Darling”, Taehyung gasps, stumbling for just a second. Your palm finds his cock instantly, rubbing his tip over the fabric of his pants. The pressure is intense, you are trying to make up for the thick leather dulling your touch. Taehyung feels weak because of it, licking into your mouth before actually kissing you. Tongue against tongue, needy sucks on them, pulsating lips and desperate movements.

You are getting off on each other, blind to anyone around you and hungry for one thing. The other’s pleasure.

The kiss breaks, Taehyung presses his lips against your neck.

“I should have fucked you before we left. I can’t think of anything else”, he rasps, moving his knee over your soaked pussy. He is tensing his muscles, sending electricity through your veins.

“Maybe you should have.”

Taehyung shows his fangs in a playful purr, lowering his eyes at you. 

“You're tempting me”, he rasps. 

“Tae”, you moan, moving your hips on his thigh in sync with your hand rubbing his clothed cock.

Taehyung moans and moves in to kiss you. Except that two glasses appear in your view before that can happen. The magic stops. You look to the side.

“Your drinks”, Jimin says, pushing the glasses against your chests, “do you guys seriously have to do that in the middle of the dance floor?”

You want to curse at him. How dare he ruin this moment for you. Taehyung breaks away, wanting to help you keep your modesty. Not that you acted very modest ten seconds ago.

“We were busy”, Taehyung says, accepting his drink and downing it quickly.

“I could see that.”

“Couldn’t you have waited?”

“And do what? Watch you while you masturbate each other like perverts? We’re here together, remember?”

Taehyung huffs out air in annoyance, glancing at you. Your skin is glowing in a healthy layer of sweat. He knows that it is only there because he got you worked up. You are clutching that glass with shaky fingers, gulping the liquid as if your life depended on it.

Jimin grabs Taehyung’s chin, turning his head to you.

“You’ve got messy”, he says, wetting his thumb to wipe away the messy lipstick. Taehyung feels wobbly because of it. You messed him up so much that such a simple touch by Jimin makes him weak. His skin is oversensitive. Every touch feels like fire.

He feels hands run up his torso and arms close around his waist from behind. There is an empty Cosmopolitan glass in one hand. He lowers himself so you can rest your chin on his shoulder.

“Pay attention to me”, you whisper against his neck, “I’m so fucking wet for you.”

Jimin says something you can’t hear because of the music, but Taehyung seems to understand him well.

“What did he say?” you ask him.

“That he can hear you.”

You lock eyes with Jimin. You expected annoyance, but there was something else too. Something primal and hungry. You break your eyes away, turning your head to kiss Taehyung’s neck.

“So what about it?”

Jimin talks again. Taehyung translates it for you.

“He says that he's not here to watch us have sex.”

“Then he should leave.”

Jimin lowers his eyes darkly. You snicker now that you pissed him off successfully.

“I’m getting another drink. Want something too?” you say.

“Another Cosmopolitan please”, Taehyung says, craning his neck in order to talk to you.

“Coming right up”, you say, leaving him needy and weak headed on the dance floor. You dance your way to the bar, dodging some grabby hands and ignoring too many lame pick up lines. Nobody can woo you as much as Taehyung. Oh, you can’t wait to return to him and continue where you left off.

There are four people in front of you. You don’t mind waiting, moving to the songs and watching the people. Taehyung is dancing with Jimin, having his eyes closed as he enjoys the music. He looks blissed out that way, moving his hips as if he was made to do so and resting his cheek on Jimin’s shoulder. The latter is looking at you, left hand on Taehyung’s hip while his right is hidden between their bodies. One second longer and you figure out why it moves the way it does and why Taehyung looks as blissed out as he does. You gulp, breaking your eyes away from Jimin and Taehyung. There are a few people making out around them. Actually, a few is an understatement. There are many people making out. There is one couple lost in more than a kiss. Right next to the DJ booth. You look away, back at the bar. Only two more people. Back to Jimin and Taehyung. Taehyung stopped moving, Jimin took over for him, lips on his neck moving in dirty whispers and dark eyes still glued to you. It is like he wants you to know what he does to Taehyung. As if he wants you to partake in it even with all the distance between you and them. There is another couple. Right next to you. They call your attention for a second. She is kissing his neck. Or maybe not. Oh dear. Oh no. Oh, she is definitely biting him. His neck and her lips are covered in the red essence of her bite. Judging by her desperate grip on his waist and his blissed out expression this is both consensual and an act of utter lust. You sneak a glance at Taehyung. He is dancing again doing so with his head thrown back and his lips parted in a gasp. You know that expression. Fuck. Jimin is goddamn cruel for taking that first high from you. You wanted to be the one giving it to Taehyung.

“Hello.”

You look to your left. A stranger. Blonde hair and blue eyes. A man. He is eyeing your cleavage then your neck. You scrunch your nose up in annoyed disgust.

“I’m here with someone”, you tell him coldly.

“Oh? You are? Well, that’s a shame, I had hoped that a beautiful lady such as yourself would be interested in a conversation.”

“I have to decline.”

“I understand really.”

And despite that he stays next to you. Looking. Staring. Your neck and cleavage. Your neck and cleavage. Your neck. Staring. A step closer. Your cleavage. A step closer. Your neck. 

You move away. Closer to the bar, away from him. 

Your neck. Your cleavage. Back to your neck. He licks his lips. 

“I’m good friends with Yoongi”, you tell him and if he was part of the group you assume him to be part of, he will know to piss off now.

“Okay? Whoever that might be”, he dismisses you.

Well shit. He’s just a normal dude who can’t take a no.

“If you keep bothering me, you’ll find out. Trust me, you don’t want to.”

He laughs, lowering his eyes in what you assume to be flirty playfulness. You turn away from him, grinding your teeth. One more person then you can order and leave. 

“I’m here alone”, the stranger says, leaning in so close that you can smell his breath. Alcohol. 

You move away. 

“I’m not. My boyfriend’s with me. He is really strong.”

“I bet he is. I’m strong too”, he says and flexes his arms. He does have muscles. Which makes you even more scared of him. 

“I bet. It uh, yeah. I bet”, you stutter.

“Yeah right? It’s impressive. Do you want me to show you? I can lift you.”

You dodge his grabby hands by an inch. 

“Please leave me alone. I’ll scream.”

“What? Here? But it’s loud in here, nobody will hear.”

“What?”

“What?” he asks nonchalantly and laughs, “I’m only joking. Don’t you worry, I won’t touch a lovely lady without consent.” 

You laugh because you are scared that if you didn’t, he’d lash out.

It is your turn at the bar. You turn your back to the man, hoping that the attention of the bartender is enough to scare him off. You order, looking at the bartender the entire time and hoping that the creep gets the hint. Unluckily for you, the bartender has to turn away to prepare your drinks and all the other workers are too preoccupied with their orders to pay you any mind. 

“A Cosmopolitan, yeah? You didn’t strike me as a Cosmopolitan kinda girl”, the man’s breath swirls over the back of your neck, forcing your hair to stand up in fright. “I like it.”

You try to stay silent, hoping that ignoring him will make him piss off. 

It doesn’t. Oh it fucking doesn’t.  

He places his hand on your lower back. Every inch of your soul dies at that moment. You feel both hot and cold. Numb and overstimulated in fear. Silenced. You can’t even squeak for help.

“Pretty lady, don’t ignore me. Do you not want to play-”, he doesn’t get to finish his sentence and instead yelps up in pain. And continues. Groaning and moaning and grunting in pain. 

You turn in the right moment to witness Jimin stepping in front of you. He has a deathly grip on the man’s hand, twisting it into an unnatural position.

“Fucking piss off, you ugly fuck”, he growls. 

The man whimpers, gawking at Jimin’s exposed vampire face in horror. 

Jimin pushes the man’s broken hand away. The man flees instantly, clutching his hand and staring in shock. 

Jimin stares him down until he is gone. And only then he turns. 

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” he asks you, running his eyes over your body.

“No he, uhm. Oh my god”, you get out, almost collapsing on the floor as your knees give up in shock. 

“Hey, careful”, Jimin catches you and lifts you atop a bar stool. He pulls his hands away instantly once you are safely sitting on it. 

“Oh my god, did this really just happen?” you get out. 

Jimin nods his head.

“Oh my god”, you whisper, closing your arms around yourself in a scared hug. 

Jimin watches with his brows furrowing in anger. He tilts your head up with one finger under your chin. The touch is barely there.

“He’s gone now.”

“What if he comes back?” 

“He won’t. Trust me.”

“Oh god”, you press out.

Jimin tightens his jaw.

“Should we take fresh air for a bit?” he offers.

“Yes please.”

“Come on, hold my waist”, he says, lifting his arms until you hug his middle tightly. He places his arm around you, keeping you close. He makes sure that nobody bumps into you by pushing the people around you away, using quite a lot of his true strength for it. They complain but Jimin could care rather little about them.

There is a small park outside just opposite of the club. Truly it is nothing more than two benches, a patch of grass and one tree under which a seesaw is standing. The benches are occupied, but that doesn’t stop Jimin from walking up to one of them.

“Bugger off, it’s our spot”, he hisses at the two drunk guys who were lost in conversation before.

They both stand up, towering over Jimin by a head.

“You wanna say that again?” one of them challenges.

“Fuck off. You’re at our spot”, Jimin hisses and pushes him so strongly he leaps through the air only to fall on the ground a good ten feet from you.

“Bro, what the fuck?” his friend gasps, “take the bench. The fuck’s your problem? Hey Mike, are you okay man?”

The two guys run away, never to be seen again. Jimin sits down with you, keeping his arm on the backrest behind you.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

“I don’t know. Shaken up, but I guess that I expected it. Fucking sad, isn’t it? That I have to expect shit like that when going literally anywhere.”

Jimin furrows his brows in anger.

“Thank you seriously. It’s so scary to be a woman sometimes.”

“Don’t mention it. I get it.”

“No it’s true. I gave him signs multiple times and he kept trying.”

“Yeah, those people are wrong in the head. They ignore cues for their selfish pursuit.”

You nod your head, balling your hands to fists.

“Sometimes I wish that people like that die painfully”, you confess in a whisper.

Jimin studies your side profile. He didn’t expect such a confession from you.

“Fuck, sorry. Why did I say that? Of course I don’t wish death on people”, you correct yourself, lowering your eyes, “sorry.”

“It’s okay. I get it”, he assures you.

You let out a trembling breath, sagging your shoulders.

“Hey. Don’t worry, he’s not gonna come back”, Jimin says.

You sneak a glance at him, feeling your eyes drift behind him. You gulp. Jimin turns around. The creep from before is standing at the edge of the park, staring at you. His shirt is wrapped around his broken hand. He clearly hadn’t seen you, which would explain why he turns and then runs the other way.

“Fucking asshole”, Jimin mumbles under his breath, “stay here. I’ll be back”, he says and disappears.

“What?”

You are all alone again. Taehyung is busy dancing in the club and Jimin is gone. It all happened so fast. The harassment, Jimin breaking the criminal’s hand and him disappearing. Did this really just happen? 

“Hey.”

You flinch, eyes flitting to your side.

Jimin is back. 

“Where were you?”

“Just somewhere”, he says, sitting down next to you. He leans back, stretching his legs out. Then he lets his head fall back, pressing out a breathy “fuck.” His chest heaves up and down in heavy pants.

“Jimin, your mouth”, you gasp, staring at the deep red stain on the left corner of his lips.

“What?” he touches it, “oh that. Don’t mind it”, he dismisses you, wiping it away.

“Was that blood? What did you do? Who did you bite?”

“He had it coming.”

“He?”

Jimin runs his eyes up and down your body. 

“What?” he hisses, “he was a fucking sexual predator. Do you think that I’ll let scum like him live? You said so yourself that people like that should die painfully.”

“You-”, you gulp, “what did you do?”

“He won’t be able to hurt anyone from now on. I made sure of that.”

“Jimin, oh my god.”

“Fuck, you’re such a prude cunt. I did it for you, just saying”, he spits and tries to get up to leave. 

“Hey”, you grab his hand, pulling him back to you.

He falls back on the bench, looking at you with slight annoyance in his eyes. 

“Thank you”, you say.

Jimin’s gaze brushes over your lips before he looks away. He slips down on the bench until he can rest his head on the edge of the backrest, folding his hands in front of his tummy.

“Don’t mention it”, he says nonchalantly.

You slip down as well, mirroring his position. He sneaks a glance at you to check but soon returns to looking at the sky. The tree is unmoving except for the occasional faint breeze of air making the uppermost branches shake. The music of the club is quiet in your ears, filling the air with slight vibrations. The night is peaceful.

“Should we go back to Tae?” you ask into the silence.

“No, he’s busy. Trust me.”

“Busy?”

“Yeah. Cleaning up.”

“I saw.”

Jimin smirks victoriously.

“Good.”

You don’t know how to answer that and so you stay silent, staring at the sky. So you were right. Jimin stole that very first high from him.

“Shouldn’t we still check up on him?”

“Let’s just sit here for a moment.”

“Okay.”

“Fuck”, Jimin presses out, throwing his arm over his eyes, “fucking hell.”

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.”

“No, something’s up.”

“The creep took something. It’s tripping me out.”

“What? Are you okay? Do you need help?” you gasp, straightening up.

“Relax”, Jimin pushes you back down with his hot hand on your tummy, “I like it. Just what I wanted.”

“Oh okay”, you relax, “uhm, that’s good then.”

“Yeah, it’s good”, Jimin says, retreating his hand. He leaves behind a cold shiver. His touch was so hot in contact and now it’s gone. The chilly night air feels so real on your skin. You place your hand on the spot he touched in hopes of cancelling it out. It works partially.

“Fuck”, Jimin presses out, “do you think Tae’s hooking up with strangers?”

“That’s so random. Why would you think that?”

“Cause he always does that. Whenever we go out, he makes out with strangers. Why’s he always with other people?”

You sneak a glance at him. He has his eyes closed but looks upset.

“I thought we’re here together. Why’s he such a fucking whore?” he says.

“But I thought that you guys are both really chill about sex with others.” 

“No.”

“I see. But you guys aren’t really a couple, are you?”

“Does it matter?” he hisses. 

“No, I guess it doesn’t”, you tilt your head to the side, “shouldn’t we go inside? What if he’s looking for us? I don’t think that he wants to meet strangers tonight. You’re just paranoid and are imagining things. You literally just made him cum. What more proof do you need?”

“No. I don’t want to check.”

You study his face, “are you scared that you’re right and he’s making out with someone? Is that why you don’t wanna leave here?”

“Does it matter?” Jimin hisses, avoiding eye contact which lets you know that it is exactly like that.

“I guess not. I don’t know.”

Jimin nods his head and takes a deep breath. You lean back on the bench. Sitting here for a few more moments does feel nice. The air was really stuffy in the club, so the fresh night air feels like a treat. You are positive that Jimin was wrong about Taehyung and that once you go inside again, you will find him dancing alone.

“Stupid shitshow”, Jimin murmurs, sitting up with an exhausted sigh. He tangles his hands between his spread legs, resting his elbows on his knees, “and you? Do you like it when he does it?” he asks.

“I don’t know. I think as long as he doesn’t make me feel as if I’m replaceable, I don’t mind. Besides, I’m with Yoongi and Kook as well. I’m the same.”

“I guess”, Jimin glances at you, “seriously, how the fuck did you and Yoongi happen? I thought you hated each other.”

“We did. For a while. Then it kind of clicked.”

“It clicked? Really? With Yoongi? How?”

“Why not? He’s so easy to fall in love with.”

Jimin snorts, “is he really?”

You sit up.

“Yes he is. Stop being a cunt. Yoongi means a lot to me and he is so loveable. Don’t talk bad about him”, you warn, making yourself bigger. 

Jimin chuckles in amusement. 

“I’m not saying anything”, he lifts his hands in defeat. 

“Tch”, you let out and click your tongue. 

Jimin studies your face with a victorious grin. It earns him a look from you. He chuckles lazily, letting himself fall back against the bench. He put his hands behind his head, looking up at the sky.

“It’s good”, he says.

“The drugs?”

“No. That you and Yoongi are a thing now.”

“Really?” you scoff, “don’t tell me that you’re happy for me.”

“Course not, I couldn’t care less about you.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m happy because that means that you’re not always stuck to Tae”, Jimin glances at you, “you piss me off when you are.”

You roll your eyes, clicking your tongue, “you’re so jealous, it’s unbelievable.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“No of course not. Not you”, sarcasm drips from your voice. You scoot closer to Jimin, nudging his knee, “loose up a little. Tae’s not gonna leave you and he’s also not making out with strangers right now. You’re just a paranoid, jealous idiot.”

Jimin tenses his jaw.

You shrug your shoulders, “I’m telling the truth. Take it or leave it.”

“Hah”, he scoffs, looking away, “you’re so annoying.”

“Thanks. You’re annoying too.”

He chuckles, glancing at you with friendly eyes. You give him a little grin.

Jimin gets to his feet then, stretching his arms above his head. He whispers a curse.

“I’m so high”, he says and laughs. Then he struts to the seesaw. There is a guy sitting on it. You watch Jimin pick him up by his clothes like a mother cat would its litter, except that Jimin then proceeds to throw the man a good ten feet to the side. The man stumbles to his feet and runs away in horror. Jimin plops down on the now empty seat nonchalantly, locking eyes with you and cracking you up with it. Jimin stares for only a few seconds and then your drunk giggles crack him up as well, eyes turning into crescent moons from how deeply he laughs.

You get up and hurry to him, claiming the other side. You are still laughing. Jimin does too.

“I can’t believe you just threw this man”, you snicker.

“He had it coming”, Jimin says in a chuckle and moves the seesaw.

You squeak, clutching the handle tightly.

“Warn me, oh my god”, you gasp, making Jimin laugh.

“I thought you were ready.”

“Well, I wasn’t”, you say in a laugh, having to squeak out a giggle when the movement of Jimin’s side hitting the ground makes you bounce.

Jimin pushes himself off again. Your side hits the ground. He bounces and laughs, almost falling off if he hadn’t closed his legs tightly.

And so it happens that you are rocking on a seesaw with him, laughing like children and having way too much fun for your own good. Time feels nicely spend. You genuinely enjoy his company. You really do. Jimin seems to reciprocate the feelings, throwing his head back in laughter each time he bounces in the air. You have never seen him like that before. Carefree and happy. Maybe it’s the drugs. You don’t really want to look for the reason however. He is so much more likable when he is like that.

Your play soon comes to a stop however when Jimin loses balance and falls off when he is the highest.

“Jimin! Oh god, are you okay?!” you gasp, tumbling off the seesaw as well.

He groans, rolling onto his back.

“Hey! Are you okay?”

“Fuck, that was fucking hilarious”, he says, cackling loudly.

His laughter is enough to assure you that everything was okay and so you laugh as well, rolling onto your back.

Jimin turns his head, locking eyes with you. His smile fades out, making you do the same because it felt like the right thing to do. Silence. The air feels heavy, but not uncomfortable. Jimin props himself up and crawls to you, letting himself plop down once you are close enough that your faces are just shoulder-length wide apart.

“That was fun”, he says in a whisper.

“Yeah it was”, you agree, looking everywhere but his lips. You can’t accept the truth behind that look. You won’t.

Jimin can.

“I’m glad that we ran into each other”, he confesses.

“What?” you breathe.

Jimin needs a second to process what he just said, widening his eyes once he does. He turns his head away, letting out a breathy laugh.

“I’m so high”, he says, throwing his arm over his eyes, “fuck.”

You look away, focusing on the tree above your heads with obsessed precision. He is trying to find stupid excuses for his slip of words. Holy fuck.

“I think that I should go back”, you say, sitting up.

Jimin lets you, staring at you with a flustered expression.

“Yeah”, he says.

You stand up, patting your butt clean from the bark mulch.

“Are you, uhm, gonna stay here?”

“I guess.”

“Okay. See you later.”

“Yeah.”

You turn and run back to the club. This can’t be happening. Nope. You are not feeling attracted to Park Jimin. Nope this is not happening.

The air in the club reeks of alcohol and sweaty bodies. You try to look for Taehyung, but can’t find him. He is lost in the crowd. You swerve to the toilets, feeling the strong urge to be alone.

Thankfully all of the three stalls are empty. You hide away in the first one, locking the door. You close the toilet seat to sit down on it afterwards. Your face falls into your hands. What is genuinely in the air tonight? You can’t be attracted to Jimin. Not him. Everyone but him.

It must be alcohol, the situation, the location. Not him. It must have been everything else. Yes. Everything else. The night is filled with tension and it would have happened with anyone you met.

You lift your head from your hands, knowing deep down that you just lied to yourself, but you don’t want to dwell on that thought for too long. It was just the tension in the air, not because Jimin is messing with your head. Yes. It was just the air. Nothing else.

“I have to find Tae”, you decide, “he’ll help me come to my senses. Yes, that’s what I have to do.”

And with that silly excuse of a plan you decide to leave the stall.

“Ah!” you yelp, stumbling back when someone is right in front of it, waiting for you. “Jimin, oh my god you just scared the living shit out of me.”

He is standing right in front of your stall, staring at you with dark eyes.

“Good thing we’re in a toilet then”, he says, making you laugh.  

He doesn’t laugh. He just stares.

You push yourself past him to wash your hands.

“What are you doing here? You’re aware that that’s the lady’s room, aren’t you?”

Jimin watches you with piercing eyes. You dry your hands, turning to him when he doesn’t say anything.

“What are you doing? Did you just come here to stare?” you ask him.

Jimin moves in so close that you have to crane your neck to look at him.

“What are you doing?” you whisper.

Jimin moves in just enough that his nose brushes over your skin and his lips are almost touching yours. You feel lightheaded, gawking at him with widened eyes. And yet you can’t pull away, something keeps you locked on him.

“Push me away”, whispers in a rasp.

“What?”

“Push me away”, he repeats, eyes flitting to your lips.

You know what he wants to say with that. Push me away and I won’t do it. Push me away and this never happened.

You can’t move away, eyes finally flitting to his lips.

The truth has been spoken and Jimin knows what to do. He cups your face and pulls you into a kiss, making your knees buckle because of it.

You break it with your hands pushing at his chest.

Jimin pulls you closer again, chasing your lips. But you move away, hands cupping his face just so you can tilt his head up. Your heart is racing like crazy.

“I don’t know if we can do that” you lie.

“Oh come on. Stop pretending as if you’re not feeling it as well.”

“Feeling what?”

Jimin pulls you into the kiss, pushing at you gently to get you to move.

Your knees buckle, you claw at his shirt, stumble back until your back hits the door. Somewhere far away you hear him lock it. His knee claims the emptiness between your legs to press right against your barely clothed pussy. You break the kiss just so you could gasp. 

“This”, he rasps, “you smell so fucking needy”, Jimin growls, chasing you with his puffy lips parted and his eyes glued to your mouth. He grips your hips with one hand, guiding them over his muscular thigh. He doesn’t miss one beat, making your hips dance to the music outside.

“O-oh god”, you stutter.

He kisses you as an answer, fingers twisting a bundle of your hair at the nape of your neck and tongue chasing the taste of your kiss. He fucking loves the way you taste – he has done so ever since he drank you blood in the practice room – he loves it so much, sucking on your lips with gluttony in his movements. 

You writhe, gripping his corseted waist to pull him closer. You blame the booze and the setting. You shouldn’t be so sickeningly attracted to Jimin and yet at this moment, you are. Everything about him. The way he is dressed tonight, the way he moved on the dance floor and laughed with you outside. How he couldn’t stop letting his eyes run over your body when he touched Taehyung and how you couldn’t stop looking at him. Jimin is right. You’re so fucking into him right now.

You grab him and force him to turn. The kiss breaks as Jimin lets out a throaty chuckle, back colliding with the door and head tilting back to reveal his thick neck to your eyes. His black hair is ruffled, hanging into his face in messy strands. His makeup is smudged from the intense kiss.

“Fuck, you’re hot”, he rasps.

“Shut up”, you spit, pulling him into a passionate kiss. 

Jimin moans, forcing your pussy back onto his thigh. His foot is propped up on the door, his thigh muscles are tensing in this position, feeling hard and rough against your pussy. The friction is maddeningly good, keeping you wanting more and more. You try not to think about it for too long. No thoughts. Not one thought. Just sensations. Messy hands, sloppy kisses, sculpted thighs, hungry moans. No thoughts, just sensations. If you start thinking, you will realise what the fuck you are doing right now and then it will start haunting you.

Jimin pushes himself off the door and picks you up from the floor just to bounce you in his arms twice. You wrap your legs around his middle, twisting his hair. The friction against your pussy feels so fucking good. You are messing up his clothes with your pleasure because of it. Wet and slick. Hot and sticky. So fucking sweet, Jimin thinks as he smells it, so goddamn fucking sweet. His hands slip under your shirt, forcing the material to punch up until it exposes your lower back fully. The kiss doesn’t break, on the contrary, Jimin tangles his tongue with you, moaning with his whole chest as he stumbles to the sink. 

“Ah, what”, you gasp, squirming when he sits you down on the wet, cold surface. 

“Say it”, he rasps, tugging you against his torso. Your pussy grinds against his corset like this. The leather feels sticky against your pants.

“Say what?” 

“Say that you don’t want this.”

“And if I don’t?”

“I’m gonna fuck you against this sink until you’re sobbing.”

You moan without wanting to, fingers hooking in his belt to open the clasp. Jimin understands, hooking his finger in it to rip it off his body. The ruined piece of leather gets dropped on the floor. 

“That was Tae’s belt.” 

“I’ll buy him a new one”, Jimin dismisses you, hooking his fingers in your pants, “one last chance.”

“Do it. Less talking.”

Jimin undresses you hastily. Your pants are around your ankles. He hooks his fingers in your panties and rips the fabric easily, putting the ruined panties into his pants pocket.

“For Tae”, he says and smirks when this makes you squirm, “I bet he’d rub one off to it.”

“You are both insane.”

“Thank you”, he rasps and takes his cock out, pulling you closer by the small of your back. Once he is happy with how close you are, he grabs the nape of your neck, forcing you to keep up eye contact as he begins rubbing his cock against your clit. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. The friction is better than anything.

“Fuck”, you let out, chasing him with a roll of your hips. He feels so cold against your burning skin, making you crave more just so you can warm him up.

Jimin growls and kisses you, tongue chasing you instantly. He is really fucking into this. You’ve been messing with him for too long. Jimin thinks that it started way back when hadn’t died yet. Till this day he sometimes thinks about the kiss you shared in the alleyway as you were chased by granny vampire. He knows that you only did so as a cover up, but Jimin still can’t stop thinking about it. Just as he can’t stop thinking about the way you touched his mark that night. Your touch lingers on his skin even long after you stopped feeling him up. Maybe it’s because you are the prey he could never truly have, but Jimin can’t take it anymore. He has to have you. 

He pushes inside, breaking the kiss.

“Fuck”, he hisses, shivering upon being engulfed by your hot cunt. You’re better than he imagined you to be. Wet, hot, soft, tight. No wonder Taehyung can’t get enough of you. Your cunt’s like heaven. Jimin chases the sensation with a confident thrust of his hips, forcing more of him inside your soaked pussy.

You mewl, squirming against him.

“Too much?” he asks. 

“N-no”, you croak, “fuck”, you gasp, arching your back eventhough your pride is hating you for it.

“Shit”, he lets his saliva drip from his lips, “I want you”, he growls darkly and tugs your shirt and bra to the side just to cup your right breast and lean down to suck gluttonous hickeys on the flesh.

“Fuck, Jimin”, you gasp, arching into his touch with too much vigour.

Jimin growls. He is not gentle. He sucks hard and bites even harder. His grip is strong, punishing even. All while his cock is making your pussy wet and throb around it. He begins chasing the feeling, hips slamming into you to the hard beat of the music.

“I fucking want you”, Jimin growls, “you should be mine. Since the beginning. You should have been fucking mine.”

He curses and bruises your skin as he sucks on your tits. 

“Ah!” you squeak, meeting him with desperate squirms. This isn’t intelligent fucking. This is raw, stupid fucking between two people who know that once the thinking starts, it will feel wrong and therefore the fucks needs to be hard and fast. No thinking, just fucking. Desperate, greedy fucking. 

You twist his hair, scratch down the back of his neck, arch into him. Your pussy is making the wettest sound mixing with Jimin’s excessive slurping and the slap of his skin connecting with yours. 

“Fucking mine. You were mine. All mine”, his voice is dripping in gluttony, his hips are punishing. Almost as if they wanted to punish you for choosing Taehyung over him all those months ago. 

And he does. Right now, with your pussy creaming his cock and your skin bruising for him, Jimin wants to punish you. You were supposed to be their food. Their newest prey. And what did you turn into? Taehyung’s lover and Jimin’s biggest rival for his heart. And now he has you where he wants you to. Alone, weak and turned complacent by cock. Jimin finally got you. The prey he could never have. And he is fucking gluttonous for you.

Jimin moans, releasing your pulsating nipple. It is so fucking sensitive that you spill tears now that it is aching in the cold air each time he abandons it in sake for the other. You whimper when he bites down especially hard, scratching down the back of his neck because nothing else could help.

The pain of it forces Jimin to break away. He lets the saliva break and looks at you with eyes dark and half lidded. Black veins are spanning down his cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, thrusts becoming harder now that he has you pulsating around him, “feel good?”

“Y-yeah”, you stutter, squeezing your eyes shut as you grasp the edge of the sink. You are getting fucked on a sink and with your clothes ripped to shreds. Holy fucking fuck, this is actually happening.

“Of course you do, I fuck like a fucking king”, he growls and wraps his hand around your throat.

“Ah!” you gasp, throwing your head back, “oh god.”

His eyes lower darkly as he watches the pleasure wash over your face. His fingers tighten on your throat, cutting off your blood and making you gasp for air. 

Your head pounds, breathing is really fucking hard. Panic. It gets you off to panic. You hate that it does. You squeak and gawk at him, hitting his chest as you fight for air. 

“Why are you so hot?” he spits, chasing you with harsh thrusts, “what’s fucking wrong with you?” he growls, deepening his grip, “you’re not supposed to be so fucking hot, you fucking- urgh fuck, why do you keep occupying my mind? Huh?”

He punishes you with a harsh thrust, forcing your back to hit the mirror. He tilts your head back, making you squeak for air. 

“Why do I want you so fucking bad?”

“Jimin”, you croak, hitting him harder.

“What do you want?”

 “Air.”

“Air?” he laughs maniacally, “why should I give you air? I should fucking kill you for messing with me.”

“Please”, you squeak.

“Fuck, you’re weak”, Jimin spits, releasing your neck. 

You gasp loudly, arching your back as life returns to you. Holy fucking shit, you feel high. 

“That's it, keep fighting. You’re so annoying, no matter what I try you'll always come back won’t you?” Jimin growls and grabs you just to sink you back down on his cock, pulling you into a rough kiss as he does. You can’t help but moan into his mouth, tightening your arms around his neck to pull him closer. You fuck yourself on his cock, meeting his movements sloppily and desperately. 

He grunts, bottoming out over and over and over again as he shows you just how good he can fuck. In and out, in and out, in and out. He makes sure to show your pussy who makes her fucking weep right now. 

The kiss breaks just enough for him to speak. “That’s it. Pull me closer like the greedy, little slut you are”, his words make you spiral, the kiss which follows steals your breath.

You have to give it to him. This is a lot more enjoyable than you thought sex with him to be. He is so much deeper than you thought he would be, using the melodies of outside to bounce you even better on his thick cock. His pubic bone rubs against your clit with every bounce whilst his once busy fingers grip your hips, making your toes curl.

“Jimin”, you whimper against his lips, voice pitched.

He raises his head, locking his eyes with you.

“Yes ___?” he rasps, voice heavy in arousal.

“F-feels good”, you say, despite the embarrassment you are feeling in an instant. Look at you. You are getting fucked by Park fucking Jimin, trembling on a sink in a public bathroom. 

“Yeah? Tell me how good my cock makes you feel”, he growls, angling his hips differently. He soaks up the way your face scrunches up in pleasure. “Tell me”, he orders, repeating what he had done before, “tell me how good that feels. Tell me. Fucking tell me.”

You still don’t completely like Jimin. Mostly because he is a self-obsessed dick. Yeah he is Taehyung’s best friend and he did redeem himself by dying or whatever, but you can’t particularly stand him. This right now however? Feels otherworldly. It is rough, angry and with enough danger that it gets you off. Exactly how you fucking like it.

“Good”, you whimper, digging your nails into his shoulders, “so good. Oh god.”

“I knew it”, he smirks, “I fucking knew it. Such a slut, you’re such a slut”, he growls and moans, burying his face in the crook of your neck just so he can kiss you sloppily.

You wail loudly, clawing at his back as your pussy feels in paradise. His neck kisses are so rough, bordering painful to the point where you feel dizzy. Oh so dizzy. So fucking dizzy. Holy shit, you can’t breathe. Oh god you you’re so dizzy. 

Jimin thrusts his thick cock against your sensitive spot and sucks on your neck. 

“Jimi-”, you squeak out and cum. 

Hot. Rough. Aggressive. Forced. 

Jimin forces the hardest, most insane orgasm out of your trembling body, fucking into your pulsating cunt with angry, harsh thrusts. 

You hate that you are wailing and moaning and sobbing for him, but you can’t help it. He is so fast and strong, letting his powers control him, and that type of fuck feels so fucking good. 

Jimin growls against your neck, sucking harder and hungrier the more you scream and orgasm. 

You think that you are doing it a second time. You can’t tell as the first one never really died down and only got stronger. You blame the hot feeling of his cum shooting up your pussy for it. He fucks it out of you just as he is fucking it right back into you, moaning against your neck and slamming his fist into the mirror right beside your head just so he doesn’t break you. It shatters on impact, leaving deep imprints on Jimin’s ivory skin. 

He pulls his hands out of the shards, gripping you by the side of your neck just to tilt your head back. Fuck, his knuckles hurt. It’s better than hurting you though. Jimin thinks it is. He hates that he does, but it’s true. He cares for you enough that he doesn’t want to actually hurt you. Look at him. Goddamn fucking hell. He is cumming because of you. Fucking hell.

“Fuck”, he presses out, panting heavily. His hips slow down, staying snug against you so your pussy was still filled with his cock. He is rocking into you slowly, riding out your highs in lazy gluttony. He could go again. He could bury himself into you over and over again until you are drained. His body demands it. Every fiber aches for more. 

Jimin grunts and fights for air, gripping the edge of the sink as he forces his hips to stay calm. His instincts want to kick in. Jimin inhales deeply, shuddering. He tells them to calm down, to stop being a fucking Glutton for once. 

You feel so fucking dizzy and lightheaded, holding onto bundles of his hair as your only support. Breathing is difficult for you, your neck hurts from his kisses. You are also pretty sure that you can feel your pulse in your pussy. 

Jimin tilts his head, pressing the flat of his tongue against your cheek. You are so tired that you let it happen. He flicks it and purrs deeply. 

“You fucking cried”, he rasps, “they taste so good”, he adds and connects his lips with your cheek, kissing it softly. 

The gesture leaves you confused and flustered. 

Jimin lifts his head, eyes flitting to your neck.

“I”, he blinks as if he was surprised, fingers touching his lips, “I didn’t”, he whispers.

“What?” you ask, touching your neck, “ah? Ouch, it hurts. What did you do?”

You push him away, pulling your shirt back into place and turning to look into the shattered mirror. 

“You bit me!”

“I didn’t mean to”, he says, shaking his head, “it’s because you turned me on, I didn’t mean to”, he says, cupping your cheeks, “I didn’t mean to, seriously.”

“Why would you bite me? Oh my god, it’s bleeding so much”, you say, pressing your hand to your neck as tightly as possible.

“I didn’t mean to. Your neck was so close and you smelled so good a-and my, my fangs brushed it. It was an accident”, he insists, “hey stop. Stop wiggling.”

“It hurts.”

“Here uhm, here”, he keeps you hostage by pressing his body between your legs, forcing your head to turn back to him with two fingers under your chin. He bites his own wrist and offers it to you, “drink.”

“What? No, why should I drink your blood?” you say, shaking your head vigorously.

��You’re bleeding.”

“So? I don’t want to drink your blood.”

“Do it, you don’t want Tae to worry, do you?” He pushes his wrist closer to your lips, “drink.”

“No, fuck off.”

“Drink please. I’m sorry, I didn’t wanna bite you."

“Put your wrist away, I don’t want to drink your blood.”

“Drink.”

“No. You’re a Glutton.”

“So? Then don’t die. Easy”, Jimin says and lifts his wrist, “drink.”

“No.”

“I will rip that ring off your finger and force you if you don’t follow. Drink.”

“Why are you like this? I told you no, didn’t I?”

“Drink!” he growls and then presses his wrist against your lips

“Mmgm”, you let out in surprise, widening your eyes when that familiar burn of blood is scraping down your throat. You wiggle and squirm, but Jimin keeps you on him until your wound is healed. Then he pulls you off of him with his hand in your hair.

You cough, holding your throat because it burns like crazy.

“Better”, he says and presses you closer to the sink, “now stay”, he says and turns the water on and with the help of his hand in your hair, cleans off your neck.

“Why did you do that?” you choke out.

“Tae can’t know about this. Do you hear me? It, it never happened”, he stutters as he washes your neck roughly.

“Ah Jimin. Stop being so rough.”

“Stay still. I’ve got to clean you up.”

“We could have thought of something. Why did you force me?”

“What could we have done? This was the only way”, he insists, avoiding eye contact.

“You are so fucking awful sometimes. I’m telling Tae, I’m serious. What if I die? He needs to know.”

“Don’t tell him, I didn’t mean to bite you”, he says, tugging your pants back up.

“So? He still needs to know. I’m in danger now”, you say, letting out a little whimper.

Jimin stares at you in shock. He gawks, fingers on your pants stilling.

“It was an accident, I already said that I’m sorry. Don’t tell him”, he says in a shaky voice, avoiding eye contact. He tugs you closer to the wall, keeping you sitting on the sink with his hips against yours. He dries off your skin with some paper towels, holding you by the back of your head to stop you from wiggling away. He dries your tears as well, avoiding your eye contact at all cost.

“Why not? He needs to know. You just- oh my fucking god, I have your blood in my system. Oh my god, Jimin why did you have to do that?”

“Don’t tell him, please.”

“No. You hurt me.”

“Fine. Then tell him”,  he interrupts you, stepping so close you can smell his blood soaked breath swirl over your face, “go on tell him that I drank your blood without permission. Tell him and see what this does” he hisses, sending you a dark look, “you think he’d still want me here? No. I’d have to leave and you’d be the reason why his heart is broken again. You will be the reason why he loses his best friend again. All because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut. So go on, tell him.”

You feel your stomach twist in disgust. Of course he would resort to blackmail at some point. Why did you think that someone like him could change? You look away, not bearing to see him any second longer. Maybe if you would have, you would have noticed the immense guilt and regret washing over his face and staying there with the intention of lingering for the rest of the night.

Jimin clicks his tongue and places his jacket around your shoulders and then steps back, “let’s leave. I’m sure Tae’s already wondering where we went off to.”

He intertwines his fingers with yours and tugs you outside. The air is stuffy, the hallways are dark, you collide with too many people until finally the dance floor with its flashing lights and bright smoke is revealing itself to your eyes. You barely take in any of it, getting dragged down further and further into the horrifying panic you are feeling.

You have Glutton blood inside of you. And you can’t even tell your love because it would break his heart. You are so scared. Feel so guilty. You can barely handle the burn in your stomach.

That is where you meet Taehyung. He is standing by the bar, looking worried until he meets your eyes and the worry gets replaced by relief. With a big grin on his lips, he makes his way to you, welcoming you back by grabbing your hips and pulling you snug against his hips.

“Where were you?” he calls over the loud music, “I was worried about you. I looked everywhere for you.”

“I,I”, you stutter, feeling sick to the stomach. Should you tell him? Should you be honest? Should you tell him that you were just bitten by Jimin in the bathroom only to get his cursed blood in your system? Taehyung looks at you with such sparkly eyes that your silence makes you feel sick.

He moves closer and furrows his brows.

“What’s the matter, darling?” he asks, cupping your cheek.

“Taehyung I just-”

“She was with me”, Jimin throws in, draping his arm over your shoulder so roughly you know that this is his warning to stay quiet. He even slams his chest into you, knocking the air out of your lungs. To Taehyung it looks like drunk stumbling however.

“With you?” Taehyung lifts his brows. He studies Jimin’s face, then yours and Jimin’s jacket on your shoulders, “oh dear”, he seems to realise. A big smile washes over his face. “Finally”, he says and giggles excitedly, “oh, I was hoping that the two of you would fuck”, he says and massages your hips tightly, “darling, we need to have a threesome very soon. I promise you, we are such fun.”

You are so overwhelmed. By everything. The secret. The fact that Jimin just bit you. The fact that you could turn into a Glutton in the next three days. The surprise that Taehyung wanted you and Jimin to fuck. And that he is asking for a threesome as if he practically waited for the day you would cave in. And you don’t blame him, because he didn’t fuck up, you did.

He pulls you closer, holding you with his big hands on your back. His lips are on your neck instantly, nibbling and sucking on the spots where mere seconds ago Jimin had bit you. The deep moan rumbling in his chest lets you know that Taehyung suspects nothing.

“You smell so sweet”, he rasps, “darling, a good fuck always makes you smell so good”, he lulls and purrs. His hands dance down to your ass, giving it a tight squeeze, “is that right? Did Jimin fuck you good? Mhm?”

“I, I can’t breathe”, you choke out.

“What’s the matter?”

You push yourself away and then stumble to the exit. You have to get out of here. You are being eaten up alive by your emotions. You can’t breathe. Your eyes burn. Air. Please someone give you air. Please help.

You collide with someone outside. You can’t see them, stumbling past them without acknowledging their presence.

“Darling!” you hear Taehyung’s voice somewhere far away.

Holy shit, what have you done? Why did you drink Jimin’s blood? You could be a Glutton soon. You could actually turn into a Glutton. You just gave the curse roots in your body.

You collide with the ground and then it happens. With a painful convulse, your stomach empties itself. You are retching and gagging, feeling oh so incredibly awful. The blood makes it burn unbearably and yet you can’t stop. It’s spilling out of you, giving you no control over it.

“Darling”, Taehyung kneels down next to you. He places his hand on your back, patting it softly to make it easier for you, “oh darling. Did you drink too much?”

You gag again, convulsing oh so painfully. It burns. Throwing up blood burns just as much as it does when you swallow it. Maybe it burns even more as throwing up hurts on normal days already. It really hurts so much. You cry. It hurts so much.

“Oh no, this must be awful. It’s okay darling, let it all out. I’m here now.”

“Tae”, you sob, wheezing for air, “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologise darling. It happens to the best of us”, he assures you oh so sweetly, caressing the back of your head, “just don’t fight it. You will feel better afterwards.”

The gagging stops. There is physically nothing inside of you anymore which your body could get rid of. But the tears continue. They stream down your face heavy and hot, ruining your makeup.

You stare at what you had just done. The darkness of the night hides its true colour. It must be black. Black as the blood which is still rooted into your veins.

“Fuck”, you croak, “holy fuck. Taehyung I have to-”

“Here”, Jimin interrupts you, “drink this.”

You turn your head. He forces a bottle of water into your hand. His eyes are dark in warning.

“Yes darling, drink it”, Taehyung says, opening the bottle for you, “drink, it’ll do you good.”

“Yes ___, drink”, Jimin presses out through gritted teeth, lifting his brows in a way that lets you know that right now he is telling you to swallow down whatever you wanted to say and drink that stupid water instead.

You whimper, spilling tears which hardly affect him. Or so you think. The moment you look away, the guilt returns to Jimin’s features.

“Come now, drink”, Taehyung speaks to you in a soft voice, soothing over your hair.

You turn to him. There is no darkness on his face. Just worry.

In an instant, he reaches out to dry your tears, giving you a reassuring smile. 

With shaking fingers you lift the bottle to your lips and begin drinking. The water is cold. As if it was fresh out of the fridge. Jimin must have purchased it in the club. It would be a sweet gesture, if you didn’t know better. He didn’t do this because he was worried and wanted you to feel better. This is part of his plan to make it look as if you were too drunk.

You feel drunk. You know that you aren’t because you didn’t drink a lot tonight. You still feel drunk however. Dizzy, far away and not like yourself. You are aware that this is the panic and guilt playing your body like it’s a game. It’s the worst feeling have you ever experienced.

“Tae, I want to go home”, you press out.

“Of course”, he says and picks you up gently, “come now, relax against me sweetest. I’ve got you.”

He takes two steps with you in his arms when he turns and looks at Jimin.

“Jimin, aren’t you coming?” he asks.

Jimin looks at you, grinds his teeth then looks at Taehyung.

“Sure, I’m already coming”, he grumbles, jogging to catch up with you.

You don’t see the guilty look he sends you, as you are hiding away in Taehyung’s shoulder, soaking his shirt with your guilty tears.  

What have you done?

You aren’t alone when you enter the apartment. The lights are turned on and the television is blasting sounds.

Seokjin is still awake, relaxing with a random movie and a glass of blood. He turns his head even before you could announce yourself. He watches as Taehyung sets you down.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Seokjin is on his feet and by the door instantly. 

You stumble while your eyes are out of focus and your arms seem to tangle weakly. 

“Holy shit, ___. What happened? You look awful.”

“Seokjin I-”

“Nothing happened. She’s just drunk, a total lightweight. She threw up all over the streets”, Jimin says and picks you up after you stumbled again, “I’ve got you”, he says and hurries upstairs. He whispers into your ear when you are far enough away, “stay quiet. Hear me?” 

Seokjin and Taehyung follow you, appearing by Jimin’s side. Jimin lifts his head again, sneaking a suspicious glance at Taehyung.

“Are you sure that she’s alright? She looks like death.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong”, Taehyung says, soothing you by rubbing your back, “maybe someone drugged her drink? I didn’t see.” 

Nobody drugged you. At least not like humans drug other humans. Jimin did. Jimin drugged you with his blood and now one wrong step and you could turn into a Glutton. You aren’t clear in the head because anxiety is quite literally making you feel disorientated. 

“Take her to my room. Right here”, Taehyung tells Jimin, opening his bedroom door.

“Don’t worry my darling, it’s really not far anymore”, Taehyung says with unbearable worry in his voice. 

“Shouldn’t we take her to a hospital? What if it is serious?” Seokjin asks. 

“I thought that I could give her some of my blood if it gets worse.”

He misses the way Jimin looks to the side because of it.

“Tzt”, Seokjin seems displeased, but won’t dwell on it right now for the sake of you. 

But no hospital could help you. No amount of Taehyung’s blood could help you. Your veins were filled with a cursed secret and you were slipping further and further away from reality.

Seokjin is talking to you. Taehyung says something as well. 

You can’t hear them. Well, you hear them but they are far, far away from you. As if you were underwater sinking further and further down into darkness.

Hands are on your body. Someone is talking to you.

You feel hardness hit your back. Maybe this it's the ocean floor. 

Fire. Stinging, unbearable fire. It rains down on you and makes you gasp for air. It burns. It is so hot. It is so loud. Rushing in your ears. 

You can’t stop shivering. Your muscles ache from tensing. Your teeth are sensitive from clattering. 

The fire stops, leaving behind wet skin. 

“I’m sorry”, Taehyung’s voice is clear in your ears again. 

You peel your eyes open, blink in disorientation.

You are in the bathtub, propped up against the wall.

You lift your head. His face is in your vision, pulled into a grimace of utter worry. His shirt and pants are soaked as he is kneeling in front of you with the shower head in his hand

“Are you feeling alright? I’m sorry for doing this to you. I had to get you back to me”, he says.

You look around the room. It’s just the two of you.

“I sent the others away. I had to get you out of your clothes. They were full of sick”, Taehyung brushes his wet thumb over your cheekbones, “did Jimin hurt you?”

“Tae”, you press out and sob. The dam breaks. Like the water once raining down on you, all it took for you to break was his safe presence. 

“He did, didn’t he? Did he force himself onto you?”

You shake your head.

“So what else? Oh my darling, what did he do to you?”

You are hurting oh so much. You want to tell him what happened, but you can’t. You physically can’t bring yourself to speak the words. You would break Taehyung’s heart. That’s what Jimin said. The truth would hurt him and it would be your fault. Solely imagining such a future forces your chest to tighten in anxiety and guilt and for your tears to feel unending.

“N-nothing”, you choke out, shaking your head.

You don’t want to break his heart. You don’t want to lie. Please someone take this burden from you.

“It’s, all too much. It’s too much.”

“Hush, it’s okay. You’re back home now, nothing will hurt you here”, he whispers and picks you up.

He sits you down on the edge of the bathtub and wraps a warm, dry towel around your body. 

His arms engulf you, pressing you against his strong chest. You are still shivering, but at least your muscles ache less.

“You can tell me anything, I promise you that I won’t be angry at you”, Taehyung whispers, kissing the crown of your head repeatedly.

“Tae, I have to-”

“I’ve got some water”, Jimin interrupts you, entering the room right as you were about to confess the secret.

Oh you want to cry. Why is he always interrupting you? You sob louder, hiding away in Taehyung with your trembling fingers barely managing to hold him.

“Put it on my nightstand”, Taehyung’s voice is cold, “did you hurt her? I swear to god if you did something she didn’t consent to, I will make sure you truly die”, he snarls at Jimin.

“I didn’t”, Jimin stumbles back, “I swear. I hate nothing more than sexual predators. You know that. I wouldn’t hurt her.”

“I sure hope you didn’t or else you can go back to where you came from.”

Jimin closes his mouth, looking at you with panicky eyes.

“I, I didn’t”, he whispers, shaking his head vigorously.

So Jimin was right. Telling Taehyung would ruin their friendship and break his heart. Oh no, Jimin was right. He was right. You can’t tell him. You sob. Why is this happening to you?

“Leave us alone”, Taehyung hisses at Jimin.

“But I can help.”

“No. You’re making it worse. Leave.”

Jimin glances at you. “Fuck”, he presses out and leaves with his stomach twisted in nervousness.

The door closes.

Taehyung turns back to you, squatting down in front of you.

“I’m here, my sweetest”, Taehyung is speaking to you again, soft and full of love, “wrap your arms around me and let’s get you into some clothes”, he speaks softly, picking you up with ease to carry you outside. 

He sets you down on the armchair and squats down before you, keeping his hands on your thigh to make sure your mind stays with him.

“I will take off your towel, is that alright?”

You nod your head wordlessly, sobbing into your hands.

Taehyung takes off your towel so he could pat you dry.

So now you are before him naked and with a sickening secret on your tongue. Never before have you felt more uncomfortable with being bared in front of him. Like this, it feels as if he could see right through your lies. 

Your cheeks burn as new tears spill out of you. Taehyung wipes them away, just as he dries your body carefully. Your legs and feet first, then your torso and arms. And lastly your face. He works carefully around your nose and ears, doing his best not to tug on them in any way.

“There we go, you’re all dry now. Come now, wrap your arms around my neck.” 

You obey. Taehyung lifts you to carry you to bed. 

The door opens just as he manages to pull the blanket over your body. 

Seokjin seems to be back, he has Yoongi and Hoseok following him. Jimin sneaks into the room as well, hovering behind them like a nervous shadow.

“What the hell happened?” Yoongi sounds angry in worry. 

“Why would you bring him?” you hear Taehyung ask. He sounds scared. 

“Because he knows what to do”, Seokjin seems to answer him and then their conversation dies out in your ears.

Yoongi is calling your attention. He is by your side in the blink of an eye, holding your hand, “she’s ice cold. What did you do to her?”

“Nothing, I didn’t do anything”, Taehyung says, voice sounding distorted in guilt, “she was fine until suddenly she couldn’t breathe anymore and seconds later she threw up. I didn’t do anything.”

“Tch”, Yoongi sends Taehyung a dark look then turns to you. He cups your face, runs his thumb over your cheekbone, “princess.”

Your eyes, once restless in anxiety, focus on his face. 

“Yoongi”, you press out, “Yoongi, please don’t let me die.” 

The plead was heavy in your desperation. It was urgent. Oh so urgent. Please don’t let me die and come back a Glutton. Please don’t let me turn into this. 

“Hey, of course not”, he doesn’t know of the grandiosity however, “I’ll keep you safe. I’ll always keep you safe.”

“Promise me Yoongi, please.”

“I promise you”, Yoongi says and squeezes your hand, “I promise you with all my heart.”

“I’m scared.”

“I know, I can smell it. But don’t be. You are drunk, very drunk so it seems. I can smell the booze, it’s so strong”, you don’t miss the icy glance he sends at Taehyung, “and that state feels awful, but you’ll feel normal again come tomorrow. I promise.”

“Can I? Can I really be Normal?”

“Yes princess. You can be normal, I promise. It’ll pass, I promise.”

“Yoongi please hold me”, you beg, crying heavy tears.

“Come here”, he says, picking you up from bed to cradle you against his chest. He makes sure that you are wrapped in the blanket to cover your bared body from the looks of others, but also to keep you warm. You are shaking like crazy in his arms and you are ice cold.

“Thank you”, you press out and cry into the crook of his neck.

“It’s okay. I’m right here”, Yoongi whispers, turning to leave.

Taehyung steps in front of him. Yoongi stops and scowls.

“Where are you taking her?” Taehyung asks.

“My room, I’m not leaving her with you.”

“But I can take care of her too.”

“No you can’t. You couldn’t even stop her from getting so fucking drunk. You’re a great boyfriend aren’t you? Do you even know how reckless this was? What if she fell and hurt herself or stumbled into a random vampire’s arms and he bit her?”

“Don’t put this on me. I truly monitored how much she was drinking because I didn’t want her to go through something like that. I don’t know what happened, you have to believe me”, Taehyung defends himself.

Yoongi clicks his tongue and bounces you in his arms to fix his grip, “at least you brought her home safely. I’m taking over now.”

“Do you truly trust me that little?”

“I’m taking over now”, Yoongi hisses through gritted teeth, flashing Taehyung his real eyes.

Taehyung stumbles back and closes his mouth, knowing that it was time for him to shut up.

“Okay”, he gets out, “fine. Take over. Fuck”, he hisses then turns to you, touching your back, “I’m so sorry darling, I really didn’t want you to get that drunk.”

“I know.”

“Oh darling”, he says and pouts, “I feel terrible. I’m so sorry that I didn’t take better care of you.” He places his chin on your shoulder even if that makes Yoongi frown and almost move you away from him. “I’m truly so regretful”, he confesses and lowers his forehead to your shoulder, “it won’t happen again, I promise”, he whispers.

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault”, you say, speaking the truth. It wasn’t his fault.

He inhales you deeply and shudders.

“Oh darling”, he whispers, “Yoongi is right. The alcohol is overshadowing everything. I can’t smell anything other than alcohol. I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s okay”, you tell him quietly. 

“You should sleep. It’s the best remedy against too much alcohol”, Taehyung says and makes sure you are tugged in safely, “Yoongi is going to stay with you and I’ll be just next door. Nothing can hurt you anymore.”

Yoongi looks at Taehyung one last time. He is so angry, but doesn’t let it show for your sake. He knew that entrusting your wellbeing with him would be a mistake. He never should have trusted him that much. 

“Tch”, he turns his head away and leaves, followed by Seokjin and Hoseok. He makes sure to bump his shoulder with Jimin on the way out with such vigour that the latter stumbles back with a pained groan.

The door falls closed and Taehyung is all alone with Jimin. He turns, touching the side of his neck.

“Fuck”, he presses out, “what happened, Jimin?”

“I, I don’t- listen, Tae, listen I don’t know what happened. Serious.”

Hoseok and Seokjin follow you to Yoongi’s room, watching you shiver in his arms with worry in their chests. Yoongi places you down on his bed, making sure the blanket still covers you and then steps back to get some clothes.

You reach for him when his hand slips from yours but you feel too exhausted to truly hold him close. So Yoongi steps back and makes space for Hoseok and Seokjin.

Seokjin places a glass of water by your bedside table. 

“You should drink this, it will lessen the hangover tomorrow”, he says.

Hoseok places a rubbish bin next to the bed. 

“I learned this trick during my college days. If you need to throw up, just do so in the bin. Works wonders, it really does”, he says and then nudges your shoulder, “hang in there ___, don’t forget to stick out one leg to ground yourself. You’re our strongest soldier tonight, I salute you”, he says and does a big salute, looking oh so adorable doing it.

You give them each a weak smile and watch how they retreat back to Yoongi. They are talking quietly, but you can still hear them.

“She seems to be really drunk”, Hoseok says, “I couldn’t smell drugs on her, just booze.”

“Yeah neither could I. She reeks of booze though, it overshadows everything else”, Yoongi says and looks at you, “fucking Tae and his cunt best friend, I never should have let her go out with them.”

“I’m sure that she appreciates that you are not acting like a controlling boyfriend though”, Seokjin says.

“Yeah, totally. Controlling partners are a huge ick”, Hoseok agrees, “she’s a grown woman and very capable of deciding if she wants to go somewhere or not.”

“Mhm, I know”, Yoongi nods his head, “now leave, I have everything under control.”

“Yeah”, they both nod their heads then send you a reassuring smile.

“Sleep tight, ___”, Seokjin says.

“Yeah and don’t forget to put your leg out of the blanket if you’re too dizzy”, Hoseok says.

You nod your head. They leave seconds later, abandoning you with Yoongi.

You close your eyes and exhale shakily. You feel so defeated. A part of you had hoped that Yoongi would be able to smell that something was off. That something about you carried a burdening scent to you and that he would expose Jimin’s secret that way. If he had, then you wouldn’t have to carry around such a big secret. But Yoongi couldn’t smell anything, because of all the stupid alcohol you consumed tonight. And so you are still left with the terrible secret gnawing at your insides.

You didn’t even realise that you were crying again until you feel Yoongi wipe them away with his healing, always safe touch.

“Don’t cry my princess, I’m here now. You’re safe”, he whispers and with it, calms you down. He calms you down because having him close again reminded you that for as long as you have Yoongi by your side, nothing will hurt you. You won’t die in the next three days because Yoongi will be there to prevent it. Jimin’s curse will leave your body again and you will be able to live on. 

You peel your eyes open, realising that he is kneeling by your side. His face is mere inches away. Looking into his eyes feels like coming home.

“Yoongi”, you croak, seeking refuge by cupping his cheek weakly, “please don’t leave me.”

“Of course I won’t leave you. The fuck you talking about, you drunk baby?” he says and kisses your palm, “I could never leave you. Now come, sit up. I’ll give you one of my shirts.”

“The really comfy one, please.”

“Of course”, he smiles sweetly, moving closer so he could nudge your cheek with his nose, “only the comfiest clothes for my princess”, he whispers, making you giggle because it feels good to be his princess.

[chryblossomjjk]

bts fic recommendations | 03.14.23

→ hi friends! this is a little segment i do every tuesday (reviewsday get it, aren’t i funny, pls tell me how funny i am) where i read and review two-three fics. as a content creator, i know how big of a role other creators play in your growth, therefore, i want to do my part in making sure everyone gets the recognition they deserve! so with that being said, please check out the amazing fics listed below. make sure to like, reblog, and leave feedback! ♡ #reviewsday #kikirecs

banana clip - @vvh0adie (jhs x jjk x reader | angst, fluff, smut)

summary: nature is great at putting you to sleep. but man-made objects are just as good at waking you up with annoyance. and they’re even better at messing with your senses overall. but nature also made the two most wonderful men who you get to call your boyfriends, and they know just how to comfort you.

for one, let me just say this graphic goes crazy eep!!!

also let me just say, you would write a mean fantasy fic bc the scene setting in the first segment is so good. YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT WORLD BUILDING?? YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT WORLD BUILDING???? YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT MAKING THE SETTING REFLECT THE CHARACTER??? THIS IS IT!!

also i think the representation in the fic is so fucking important like- to have the reader be queer, chubby, and neurodivergent and then depicting in detail the things that come along with it is really great!! especially bc so many young adults read fanfic and thats such a complex time where you're juggling different parts of your identity and how they coexist!! just seriously thank you for writing this!!

"His large hands make haste of grabbing as much of your ass as he possibly can and giving it a good squeeze, oil slick painted nails leaving crescent indentation on your melanated skin. The succulent pain causes a moan to escape your lips. You always knew how to break them down, but he could play too."

oof when i tell u i read this paragraph multiple fucking times bc YOU PICKED OIL SLICK NAIL HOBI I COULD DESTROY MY FUCKING ROOM RN LMAO

“Ah, fuck, it’s times like these when I remember how much of a slut you are.”

dom hobi rattles the fucking peanut in my skull bc i know for a fact that man is the kinkest dom sex freak out here PLS!!! and the mentions of kook throughout made everything incredibly hotter like uGh!! and then i really love when sweet aftercare n cleaning up is added into fanfic after a dommy moment :') <3 overall, this was the hottest shit ever pls fucking read this yall NOW I SAY NOW LMAO!!

paired & pierced - @yoon-kooks (jjk x reader | college au, smut, fluff)

summary: when your professor assigns a collaborative midterm project, you’re paired up with jeon jungkook, the quiet grumpy smartass who keeps to himself and doesn’t fuck with popular kids like you. if you can win him over, he might give you a taste of the tatted and pierced body he’s carefully tucked away beneath those oversized hoodies.

so as soon as i saw that pairing i knew i was a goner!! but babe, this fic made me discover kinks i didn't even know i had like erm?? CAWK TATTOO??? OF A SNAKE???

I HAVE A NEW FETISH LMAO!!! thats like one of the hottest visuals i've ever read in fanfic and it will plague my daydreams from here on out!

where does one find a friend like oc who hooks you up with men like JUNG HOSEOK ?? she is so real for that (one is incredibly lonely despite having friends and never gets checked on by those around her unless they need something which i feel like is so relatable to so many people like i can totally tell why so many readers were drawn to this fic)!! and tim can catch this knuckle sandwich bc FUCK HIM >:(

also the newborn joke made me audibly crack up like the bleak dry humor is fucking hilarious to me-

and i just love their dynamic? like the way you wrote their dialogue is just so natural, which seems simple on the outside but as fic writer i understand that writing believable dialogue is so INSANELY difficult like you literally have to be an a1 writer to nail it as good as you did in this fic!! the talent is screaming!! same goes for the smut!! it was so fucking hot and everything kook said had my coochie wet pls!! i just love the switch for apathetic to complete sex god uGh! i love u n this saur fucking much!!

nature cafe - @virgodolls (jjk x reader | s2l)

oh my goodness i love this so much! like when you told me you were a new writer on here i was already extremely excited, but after reading this, my excitement for your future works has doubled, TRIPLED! you are bringing something new and refreshing to the table! like don't get me wrong i looooveee smut (legit all i write is smut-) but slice of life content is kind of hard to find on this platform! so reading this was such a welcomed change and i loved it wholeheartedly!

you really have a knack for writing in the perspective of the character, which is not an easy thing to do AT ALL! ITS SO DIFFICULT! AND YOU EXECUTED IT SO FLAWLESSY HERE AND ITS ONLY YOUR FIRST FIC? PLS THE TALENT IS UNREAL!!

i also really loved this oc! as someone who is also v sensitive and easily overwhelmed, i didn't find her annoying at all, just incredibly endearing and relatable! THIS JUNGKOOK IS ALSO SUCH BOYFRIEND MATERIAL AND SO SWEET LIKE IM TRYING TO PICK HIM UP TOO UM??? anyways, thank you for sharing your writing! its definitely so scary at first but you did it and you should be v proud of yourself!! i am proud of you!!

[elusivecagedmockingbird]

Be My Mistake

[ jhope x reader] [1.4k smut—warnings: he calls her a bitch once, wrote it as I thought of it and NOT proofread] A second part of Now That We Don't Talk, but can be read as a standalone. This was loosely based on The 1975's Be My Mistake, but by the end I kinda lost the plot.

So don't wait outside my hotel room Just wait 'til I give you a sign 'Cause I get lonesome sometimes

-

You know you’re using him. 

Your current setup, albeit there was an unspoken understanding that this was just a rebound thing for you, it still shouldn’t have gone past hooking up when one or the other wanted to fuck.

A rebound-slash-casual-hook-up shouldn’t have driven an hour to get you your go-to pastry. All you did was mention how you’d probably easily get through the day if you had cream cheese Danish, but because of your packed schedule for the day, you couldn’t squeeze in a quick drive to the bakery.

Hoseok has one of the sexiest voice on the phone, you think. "I didn't know if you preferred Strawberry or Blueberry, so I just got you both."

"You didn't have to." You bite your nails. You know it's a nasty habit and you thought you stopped but Hoseok acting this way has your nerves on edge for some reason that you resorted to chipping at your nails again.

He shouldn't even be here in the first place.

Fuck, what if the paparazzi sees him? On one hand, you want them to snap a photo of Hoseok visiting you on set to get a reaction from Seokjin. Would he be jealous? Or does he no longer care?

Wait. YOU shouldn't care. But you still take a minute to weigh in the pros and cons. Pulling you back to Earth, you hear Hoseok speak again, "I can leave them to your PA or to the security outside the building. I know it's...not you know," he's rambling, "Uh, I just wanted to let you know that you've got food coming your way."

Fuck it.

"No...wait," you already know you're going to regret this, "come up." This is what he does to you. He wins you over by the little things and you're too vulnerable to resist. "The security should let you through. Just give me a minute, I gotta let them know."

If you could hear smiles, you'd go deaf at how loud Hoseok beamed.

"I’m in room 1102."

-

“Fuck Hoseok,” you moan on top of him.

Unsure how to reciprocate his efforts, you thank him in a way you know works best.

Also, what better says 'my heart fluttered at the thought that you remembered my favorite pastry and drove to the other side of the city and back to get me these' without sounding like a confession of affection, than riding him.

The last time you received something that deserved a quick fuck while at work was when Seokjin popped in for a visit to your set after his three-month stay overseas for a film promotion. Months of teasing and thirsting over his photos published on the news, you couldn't keep your hands to yourself when you found him sat inside your hotel room. Plus, you'd like to think he felt the same based on how he made a mess of you twice on his fingers before fucking you with his cock.

“That’s it, baby," Hoseok coaxes you out of your reverie, “ride my dick like the cock-starved bitch you are.”

Willing your mind away from your ex, you push and bounce harder on his cock. And while Hoseok thinks there's no better view than your tits in his face, he missed you too much too soon. He was actually surprised you let him visit you on set and for that he wanted to show you how much it excited him to see you.

The leftover pastries forgotten, Hoseok carries you and sits your ass to the edge of the bed. “Baby, harder,” you whine and Hoseok pulls out until his tip is left inside you then slams himself to the hilt. The intensity getting harder with each thrust. Wet smacks and synced moans reverberates inside your room and for once, you’re glad you were left alone.

You stick your body closer to his, the heat between you two doubling. Hooking your arm and capturing his lips with your own, your tongue takes charge of exploring his mouth as his hands roam around your hips.

"Feel's good, baby," he struggles between grunts and moans. Hands now moving to cup your tits, thumbs toying with your nipples.

Pulling away from his lips for air, you let him know you’re close. “Cum inside me, Hobi.” At this his hips stutter and your eyes meet his stunned ones. “I’m on the pill,” you assure him, your fingers smooth over his back until it reaches his ass and you push him deeper into you.

He groans as he slips out his cock to take off the condom then slams back into you. Your breath falters as your orgasm continues to creep in. Feeling your cunt pulsating, Hoseok slips his hand and uses his fingers to rub your clit, and at this, you come undone first.

You could only whimper at how sore you've already gotten and Hoseok continues to thrust erratically, “Fuck, I’m almost there, baby." He takes your hand and tangles them in his hair, you get what he wants. Body shaking from his thrusts, you pull on his hair exposing his neck and you claim him—lips working on leaving your mark and you never stop even after he cums.

-

You know you're hurting him.

Come pick me up pls, your text reads.

Fifteen minutes later, Hoseok’s guiding you inside his car, all while making sure no paps are around.

You’ve berated him before when you both made headline, the tabloids dubbing him as your new man. Thankfully, your PR team and his were able to twist the narrative.

“I don’t see the big deal, Y/N,” Hoseok reasoned then, "Would this be so bad? And you know the more we try to do something about it, the more they'll dig around."

“I just don’t want people to misunderstand.”

“And by people, you mean Seokjin?"

A minute passes. Eyes evading his, because you knew. You knew he was waiting for you to assure him that it wasn’t about Seokjin. You sigh but Hoseok was the one left defeated.

Fuck, he thinks it hurts less if you say you just didn’t want to be linked to him than silently admit you were still worried about your ex.

Hoseok thinks he only has himself to blame. He knew you were using him to get a reaction from Seokjin and that you wanted your ex to know that if he wanted to get back together, it was still possible. But even if that stings him, he finds comfort in the nightly rendezvous you share. Stupidly thinks that you finally allowing him to visit you at work is progress; that he's getting through to you and it's a chance for him to show his long-held adoration for you.

Now he knows he's wrong.

"If you wanted to drink you should have just called me earlier. You're crashing at my place again anyway," he sighs, "I could've saved a trip."

You scoff, "Relax. I'll venmo you gas money."

"Not what I meant, Y/N," Hoseok's eyes now darting between you and the red light, your slumped state worries him. "I can't keep picking you up either. I had plans with my friends tonight." With Hoseok admonishing you, you're growing infuriated by the second.

If you were a bit sober, you would know that this anger you feel is misplaced. Yes, you're annoyed that he's scolding you like a child, but more than that you're already on the edge tonight from seeing Seokjin with someone else. From then, you were a ticking timebomb and Hoseok just happens to be around when you're finally blowing up.

"Don't worry, Seok. Tomorrow I'll call my other fuck buddy to pick me up," you hiccup. "You were just the first one who picked up so here I am, I thought you'd be glad actually. I'll put out," you tease, attempting to find humor in the situation.

But Hoseok finds none of this amusing or arousing. He's still stuck on your 'other' fuck buddy. Sure, it's not like you guys are exclusive, but he also had no reason to think you're fucking other guys.

Were you really? Was he just another guy to you?

He parks but he can't seem to move. He sees your phone fall from your lap as you get off the car, the sound of something cracking and he thinks that what he heard was actually the sound of his heart breaking.

[alphabetboyluvr]

bad decisions | jjk - one

"Look what the cat dragged in," Jungkook grins towards his friends, all a little worse for wear. Bleary-eyed, they're smiling and joking, having come from dinner—which turned into drinks, and then more drinks, and then —"fuck it, fine."— clubs. Dionysus is always the final stop. They like the atmosphere. Like the free drinks even more. "You know us," Jimin grins at him in that sleazy way he so often does, which lets Jungkook know he's up to no good. "Where the pussy goes, we surely follow."

Bad Decision #1 - Purple Starfuckers

warnings: alcohol, clubbing

soundtrack: bad decisions - bts, passionfruit - drake, promiscuous - nelly furtado & timbaland

wc: 3.5k

bd total wc: 370k (on-going)

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"Don't think of it as a bad decision. Think of it as a lesson learned. Something to remember for next time."

The way Hoseok looks at you is borderline comical - face all scrunched up, mouth hanging ajar. He's scowling, but it isn't new. He's had a face like a slapped arse all evening. Kinda goes with the territory of a fresh break-up, mind you.

"You don't seriously believe that?" He scoffs, before swallowing his words down with the rum and coke that he's been nursing for the past fifteen minutes. It tastes like shit, and is far too strong - but he's the one who asked for a triple. No one else to blame.

The bartender had raised his pierced brow, told Hoseok that he's "not allowed to do that" - but had offered to make him a double and pour a separate shot, instead. "What you do with that shot is up to you," the bartender had shrugged - and so Hoseok had poured it straight on in.

You finish your own drink with a roll of your eyes and shake of your head. "What I believe is that she wasn't 'the one', Hobes. Was a lucky escape, if you ask me. She was fucking vile to me and Danbi."

"You guys just didn't get to know her proper-"

"Hobi, she wore white to Haeun's wedding," Danbi interrupted. Truthfully, she could not have cared less for how badly Hoseok's ex had treated her - it was when she started behaving badly around other people, embarrassing them in the process, that she started to take offence. If there was one thing Danbi had, it was pride. "WHITE! Who does that?! Poor Mina. She's a better woman than me. I'd have fought that bitch on the spot, right in the aisle. Don't care if it's my wedding day, when bitches deserve a slap-"

"Dan," you laugh but try and get her to quiet down, knowing that Hoseok is still reeling from the break-up. As true as her words are, he doesn't need to hear them right now. Turning to Hoseok, you stroke up his shoulder tenderly, with a soft smile on your glossy lips.

You didn't cover yourself head to toe in glitter just to sit in the smoking area of a shitty club all night. There's fun to be had.

"Look, Hobes, it sucks that things ended the way they did"—a screaming match over the price of asparagus in the middle of a supermarket, that was totally an argument about something more than that, but Hoseok is still in denial—"but not everything we lose is a loss. Okay? You've still got us."

Which is admittedly more than he deserves after how much of a shit-bag he'd turned into during the relationship. He'd go days, weeks - hell - sometimes months, without getting back to you. You and Dan had been fine - you had each other after all - but it still sucked not having your third musketeer with you.

"Now c'mon," you smile. "Get that drink down you, and get that pretty ass of yours on the floor. We both know you're dying for a good dance."

"I don't feel like it," he groans - but he downs his drink regardless, and is dancing to a noughties classic within five minutes.

You think it's Nelly Furtado - it is - but you're so drunk that you can't really place it. It's the kind of song that everyone knows; the kind of song that gets everyone's hips moving just right. Bodies are hot and sweaty, the clammy dancefloor a pit of sin. To you, though, it feels like heaven at that moment.

This is all you've wanted for months. You're holding Danbi's hands, Hoseok between the pair of you, unable to escape and not really wanting to, either. He's smiling, and it's the best thing you've seen all night.

The lights of the club beam down on you, pinks and blues reflecting the satin dress you're wearing. It's short, barely covering your ass, and silver. Picked out especially for a night like this; when attention is welcome, but not necessarily encouraged. You think you look like a trophy. Maybe someone will be lucky enough to win you. Maybe not.

From the bar, Jeon Jungkook thinks you look like a little disco ball.

He's wiping a tumbler dry, fresh from the glass washer, making most of the lull in customers coming to the bar. There are only three of them behind it, and it always makes Friday shifts feel that little bit more hectic.

Dionysus, a club just on the outskirts of the party district, is always busier on a Saturday, so he prefers Friday shifts. A relatively small club, it has only a single dancefloor and a bar area with a few seats. The back entrance leads to the smoking area, which is where he'd first noticed you coming from with your friends. There's nowhere to hide, really, in a club like this. If you're in Dionysus, everyone knows about it.

Especially the bartenders.

"What do we reckon," Yeonjun, the youngest of the crew, smirks at Jungkook as he nods towards you and your friends. "They all going home together, or what?"

A little air squeaks through Jungkook's lips as he purses them, trying to get a read on your little trio. The way you're moving your hips towards the dude in the middle certainly seems a little more than friendly. At least, if a girl he'd never met before was dancing with him like that, he'd take it as a good sign he was getting laid.

What makes it interesting is the fact that there are two of you. You in silver, another girl in black. Both pretty. Both incredibly different, but both captivating nonetheless. Like a pair of shooting stars, he thinks, cracking through the crowd at a vibrancy that could blind. Is a little confused as to how the fuck you aren't being pestered by other guys - doesn't complain though. Makes for a clear line of vision.

It's nights like these which make Jungkook wish he worked a normal job. He misses out on all the fun always being behind the bar, he thinks. Does also save him from making some bad decisions that he knows would surely haunt him. If anything, he should be thankful.

"Fuck knows," he simply says, closing the glass-washer and whipping the towel over his shoulder. "10,000 won says he's going home alone."

Yeonjun smirks. "You're on."

It's less of a bet for Jungkook. More of a manifestation. He likes watching you dance. Doesn't like the thought of you dancing with the dude by yourself. Doesn't like the idea of you leaving with him, either. Considers the fact that maybe you're not even interested in dudes, and that it's the girl you're holding hands with who you'll be leaving with instead. He's less intimidated by that - at least your disinterest in him would be preference based - but it's still not his favourite scenario.

It's not like he knows you, nor will he ever know you. He just likes to live in the what-ifs. They're always so much safer. Can't get rejected if you don't put yourself out there.

And so he carries on with work just like he should, serving the next punters who stumble to the bar. He pours them a water with their order, because lord knows they need it, and laughs when someone tries to pay for it thinking it's a vodka lemonade.

"On the house," he shrugs, letting their drunk minds believe it really is a vodka lemonade. Easier that way. Will get them drinking water, at least, even if just for a sip or so before they clock on.

You're laughing, a little out of breath and not entirely steady on your feet, as you head to the bar.

He'd been so busy with the last customers that he didn't even notice until he saw you using the bar to help steady yourself. You aren't looking in his direction, but up at the row of spirits behind him, trying to sus out what you fancy.

Your hair is dark, up in a ponytail with grown-out bangs framing your face. The makeup you've been wearing has faded, melted off from the heat of the club, but the glitter remains. You really do look like a disco ball, he thinks. It makes him smile.

"Hey, sorry," you beam towards him, eyes just as sparkling at the glitter dusted on your collarbones. He raises his brows, expression open, receptive, as he moves closer to the bar. "What's something that can get me fucked up but also tastes delicious?"

Oh, how he loves a challenge. He licks his lips and tilts his head to the side. "What do you qualify as delicious?"

"No passion fruit," you say almost instantly. "So no pornstars." And then you gag a little, to emphasise just how much you hate passion fruit.

"No pornstars, noted," Jungkook says as he pulls an imaginary pencil from behind his ear and pretends to jot it down on his palm. He looks back up at you, and doesn't bother fighting the way his teeth bite down on his bottom lip - why would he? You're giggling. He likes it. And he also knows you're probably drunk, so won't remember this interaction in the morning.

"Well, I mean, none of the drinking variety," you grin, tongue in cheek. "If you happen to know any of the human variety, send them my way."

He almost chokes on his own spit. The shock in his eyes has you laughing again.

"I'm joking, you idiot."

Although you kind of totally aren't. You haven't been laid in a while. You'll take anything with a pulse who is interested at this point.

"I knew that," he bluffs, and looks back down at his palm as if he's reading again. "Okay, so no pornstars - pornstar martinis. What else?"

"Don't like orange juice."

"Do you like anything?"

You like lots of things. So many things that your brain can't think straight, actually.

You like the way a tattoo is peaking out of his shirt sleeve. You like dancing with your friends. Being drunk. His smile. The way he's joking with you. The knowledge that Hoseok is probably doing the robot as you speak. Sunsets. The chain around the neck of the man in front of you. Those cute tiny straws he puts in some of the cocktails. Him.

But you narrow your eyes, and ignore your brain. "Alcohol."

He narrows his eyes right back. Purses his lips. Looks down at his fake notepad, then back up at you. "I think I have just the thing for you."

Reaching for the plastic cups which you know are reserved for water, you almost look offended. Does he not think you have eyes? Are too drunk to know he's giving you water?

He places it in front of you and smiles, lips together, eyes round - but still challenging you.

"It's water," you tell him, and he nods. No denial.

"Uh-huh. Cleanse your palette first."

"Are we fine dining?"

"We aren't doing anything," he assures you. He's on the clock. "But everything tastes like shit after a smoke, so if you wanna enjoy it, have some water."

Your brows furrow together, head tilting and then you're self-conscious. "Do I smell like smoke?"

You'd doused yourself in perfume and had been chewing on gum to hide it, but apparently not well enough.

Jungkook shakes his head, realising how much wider your eyes are. You don't seem as confident. You're not smiling anymore.

"No, no," he says quickly and nods toward your clutch, which is propped open on the side of the bar. A packet of cigarettes are sticking out slightly, a lighter tucked into the side. "I just guessed - sorry. I didn't mean to- I mean, no. You don't. Not at all."

You follow his gaze, and find yourself smiling. Small misunderstanding. That's all. But he seems just as panicked as you had been. It's sweet.

"Fine," you elongate your response and let your eyes narrow again, to let him know you're ready to banter again. "I'll drink it - but whatever you're making better be good."

"If you hate it, it's on the house," he says, knowing that you won't hate it. He sets about making your drink as you sip on the water, not really watching him because you're trying to focus on not falling over. Water actually seems like a great idea. You're thankful for it.

When Jungkook returns to your spot by the bar, he can't stop blinking. The glass of water - an entire pint - is finished. You're smiling, lips a little wet, eyes a little hazy.

"Thirsty," you shrug.

He checks your jaw to make sure it's not grinding, but it's perfectly still. Not a gram of MD - the drug of choice in Dionysus circles - in your system. You just really are thirsty - had been dancing all bloody night. He knows this, but he's naive to how hot it is down there. Hasn't actually been on the dancefloor himself in a while. Always working.

He accepts your defence, and holds up the shot in front of you. It's tiny, and pretty, all purple and shimmery.

Jungkook smiles. "Purple Starfucker."

The water you've just finished almost comes back up through your system. "Sorry?!"

"Purple Starfucker," Jungkook simply repeats. "Amaretto, peach schnapps, a little curacao and cranberry juice. Fucking delicious."

You do love all of those. It's the ideal drink for you. You've never had it before, but you know it's gonna be good. He places it down in front of you, but that challenging look is still in your eye.

He laughs a little. Can't figure you out. Has no idea what you're thinking. "What are you waiting for?"

"Nothing," you grin, picking the shot glass up by the rim and raising it slightly with a nod. "To Purple Starfuckers."

Jungkook nods back. Toys with his lip piercing, the tip of his tongue peaking out ever so slightly before he bites down on his lip. "To Purple Starfuckers."

From his peripherals, Jungkook can see Yeonjun leaning against the countertop at the back of the bar, watching him with a curious smirk.

Un-fucking-believable, Yeonjun thinks. Reckons Jungkook is trying to fuck with the bet. Trying to lure Disco Ball away. He doesn't hear the conversation, but he can read your lips - 'Holy shit? That's fucking delicious? How much do I owe you?' - and watches the way Jungkook shakes his head. Hands too. Shrugs. Bloody git is giving it to you on the house.

10,000 won ain't that much, but Yeonjun doesn't like losing. "Oi, Disco Ball. Get your friends"- he nods towards Hoseok and Danbi. -"We'll make you a round."

He ignores the way Jungkook's eyes burn into him, knowing that his shit-eating grin is enough to wind Jungkook up. They love each other really, but in a way you'd love a sibling. Fully capable of hating one another, too.

You glance up to Jungkook, almost as if you're asking his permission. You kind of are. You trust him. He's been kind. This other bartender? He's a bit louder. Far brasher. And he'd called you Disco Ball? The fuck?

Jungkook nods. Doesn't want you to leave, but equally knows the only reason you're looking at him like that - eyes all wide and innocent - is 'cause you're drunk. Doubts it would be the same if you were sober. When he comes to think of it, he'd rather you were with your friends. Safer that way. "Hurry. Before we get really busy."

And so you scurry off, running on the balls of your feet to avoid awkward heel mishaps. There's something endearing about it and it's almost enough to distract him from Yeonjun's taunts.

"If he doesn't take her home, I will."

"She's fucked," Jungkook tells him, voice stern, eyes still on you. Fucking around with punters isn't against the rules, but taking advantage of drunk girls? Yeah, not on his watch. Doesn't matter who it is. He's seen enough creeps and enough girls in tears because of them to know when to step in. "You're going nowhere near her."

"I clock off in an hour," Yeonjun reminds him. Jungkook's the one who's closing the bar tonight. "Plenty of time to play catch up."

Yeonjun - brilliant, blue-haired, and with enough boyish charm to seduce almost anyone - isn't a creep. He looks up to Jungkook. Respects him. Follows his lead. Would never take advantage of a punter. He just likes winding Jungkook up a little too much.

Jungkook ignores him. Doesn't put it past him. While Yeonjun likes to think he has values, Jungkook knows he's just as horny and desperate as the rest of the fuckers in the bar.

That's not to say Jungkook is discounting himself from the generalisation - he just actually does have morals. To some degree, at least.

You're on the dancefloor for no more than thirty seconds, dragging Hoseok and Danbi with you to the bar. They complain and moan - "but I love that song!" - though as soon as they're faced with a tray of shots, their moods shoot up. You go to pay Jungkook, but he shakes his head.

"On the house."

"You're trying to get me drunk," you accuse with a knowing smile.

"You're already drunk," he smiles right back. It's not his goal. It's a fairly quiet night. If anything, this is entertainment. Not like there's much better for him to be doing. Not until his friends drop by later, at least. "I'm just a nice barman."

Part of you wants to protest. He's covered in tattoos - his hands, the ones peaking from his shirt at the wrist and the neck - and has more piercing in his ears than you do. There's a stud in his brow, and a ring on his lip. It's his eyes though, that you think scream danger the most. They're deep and they're dark, and you know better than to trust them.

And yet when he smiles like that, your tummy feels all fuzzy in the same way that your head does.

"Well thank you Mr Nice Barman," you nod and curtsey, because that somehow feels appropriate.

"Jungkook," he corrects, before knocking his head to the side and nodding towards the dancefloor. "Go enjoy your night, trouble."

Not too much, though, he thinks to himself, but watches as you bounce back to the dancefloor with your friends.

The drinks were a small gesture, but one that he knows will have made a difference to their night. No skin off his back. He likes doing things like this. You're not the first, likely won't be the last - but he spends a lot longer than usual quietly observing you as you get on with your night. Doesn't notice the smile on his face.

Yeonjun does, though. Chooses not to say anything. Knows when to pick his battles.

Does warn him when he sees Jungkook's friends bundle in through the door, though. "Watch out boss. Same as usual?"

Jungkook nods, and Yeonjun sets about making a round of drinks for the usual suspects. Three Malibu and cokes, one rum and lemonade and four purple starfuckers. Jungkook'll make those. They're his signature.

"Speak for yourself," Namjoon snorts beside him, a little more sober than the others. Taehyung and Yoongi are engaged in their own conversation - something about the Samsung Lions and baseball strategy that Jungkook doesn't care much for. "Quiet night?"

"Look what the cat dragged in," Jungkook grins towards his friends, all a little worse for wear. Bleary-eyed, they're smiling and joking, having come from dinner—which turned into drinks, and then more drinks, and then —"fuck it, fine."— clubs.

Dionysus is always the final stop. They like the atmosphere. Like the free drinks even more.

"You know us," Jimin grins at him in that sleazy way he so often does, which lets Jungkook know he's up to no good. "Where the pussy goes, we surely follow."

"Fairly," Jungkook nods - which can only mean one thing. Same thing it means every week.

He'd always thought that by the time they hit their mid-twenties, they'd be over this lifestyle by now - but his friends like to make just as many bad decisions as he does.

"Round up boys," Jimin cheers, his voice booming above the bass of whatever noughties classic is on. "Purple Starkfucker time!"

Jungkook laughs. Shakes his head, rolls his eyes. Unfolds his defensive arms. Glances up to the crowd - but you're lost to the night. Maybe not forever, but for now, at least.

And so he just nods, and cheers along with them.

"Purple Starfucker time."

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[kookieswan]

Red Light - Tea and Crumpets

Nightmare!Hoseok x Psychologist!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Genre: Horror AU, Monster AU, Psychological horror, kind of angsty? A little fluff? Idk?

Warnings: Jimin. Talk of biting off appendages, blood, bad language, all the good stuff. It should be noted that this story will contain themes of horror/psychological horror and also explore obsessive behaviors and codependency. Many characters are morally gray. Please be warned!

Summary: Gearing up for your second session with Jimin, things seem to be going surprisingly well until a surprise visitor arrives.

Notes: WOOOOO more Jimin finally (and another character teehee). This takes place a few days after Dripping Clouds!

This Part 28 of the Red Light series. Find the Masterlist here ♥️

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“Jimin, it’s good to see you again. I’ve been informed that there’s been a number of happenings since we last met?” Walking into the room, you plop down with as much elegance as you can muster into the chair that sits in front of Jimin’s cell. He’s curled around himself, eyes in slits as he pokes his tongue out to wet his lips.

“Nothing you need to worry yourself with Doctor. Just a few minor inconveniences that came about. Blame those bastards if you’d like.” Jutting his chin out, you turn in the chair to see two guards peering in. Raising a brow, you gesture for them to shut it without a word, glare intensifying when they don’t make much of a move

There’s a sudden violent slam, causing you to flinch as the guards finally getting into gear. Turning back towards the reptilian Nightmare, you see that his tail has stretched out, now smooshed up against the wall. Well… At least they’re gone. Giving Jimin a small smile, you dig into things as carefully as you can, pulling out the incident report folder Williams not so gently shoved into your hands.

“Let’s see here… You bit someone’s finger off, managed to break some of the most expensive equipment that’s kept down here, called Dr. Williams a ‘piss baby’…?” It takes everything in you not to lose your mind, your lips making an odd shape as you cough to hide the laugh. You really wish you could have been there to hear it.

“All very fucking warranted considering the situation I think. But hey, what do I know? I’m just a man kept in a cage.” Sighing a sympathetic sigh, you adjust your papers and pen, knowing that he’s right. They’re all right honestly; being kept against their will is a horrid thing. They’re not humans, but they’re sentient. They’re people, and they deserve better.

“Although I cannot personally connect to it, I understand where your anger is coming from Jimin. I’ve been sent in today mostly to reprimand you, but that’s not what I’d like to focus on. If you cooperate, that would make both of our lives a lot easier.” You think he gets that though; he’s already been a lot more docile than he’s been in the past. Jimin shrugs his shoulders with a sigh, inching forward a bit until he’s relatively close to the wall. You write down that you gave him a thorough talking to even though you certainly did not.

It’s quiet as you jot down some more quick notes, a moment of time you take to look the Nightmare over again passively. He’s definitely the least human looking in appearance with his tail, not even wearing a top, just going completely bare. You wonder if it’s odd to think that his scales look almost pretty in the light.

“Well? Ask whatever you want to ask Doctor. I’ll answer the best I can.” This makes your raise a brow. Not only is he being relatively docile but he’s also letting you do what you wish. A curious thing, but it leads you to believe even more now that your initial meeting was more of a front. That, or he was just extremely pissed off.

Jimin raises his hands up, tongue poking out yet again to wet his lips…? Or perhaps to smell the air. Twirling you pen, you wait for him to reply. He smirks a little as he speaks, though there’s a bit of caution on his voice.

“Don’t look so shocked. I’ve heard some things along with what you’ve personally told me. I don’t want to be on your bad side, and it’s not like I can leave.” So maybe he knows of your relationship with Hoseok? As far at you know though, he’s had every little interaction with any of the other Nightmares. You hum a little, tugging on your skirt as you ponder his words.

“I already know why you’re causing an uproar; it’s because you’re angry. Angry that you were stolen away from your life and locked in a cage. So, instead of exploring that, I’d like to look into your background.” It’s something you haven’t asked the others yet, but you wish to ask them all. Starting out with Jimin might be the best way to tackle that he stares for a minute before giving in, a bit of a hiss in his words.

“There’s not much to say. I was a wanderer, never really settled down anywhere after my life began. I had no ties I guess is what I’m saying… So plucking me up out of a back alley in New York was easy for those fucks.” New York? Quite a large city, an odd place to be if he were to look like he does now. It’s likely he took on a more natural form, but then again…

“I killed from time to time, never caused a fucking massacre though. I still have no idea how they found me out; I blended in pretty damn well when I wanted to.” You don’t know how they found out either. You don’t know how they go about capturing Nightmares, but they’ve got to have some sly way because they’ve managed to capture the others and they’re certainly not dumb. Deciding against leaving a paper trail, you store away the information.

“So you chose to try to integrate yourself into the human population? For at least some of the time?” He had to of blended in somehow. Nightmares can take on grotesque forms but many chose to blend in to get closer to their prey. Jimin tilts his head back, looking toward the ceiling.

“Yeah. I liked to go out, liked to party and have fun. I liked to get high, liked to find a good fuck. I liked it all, and now it’s been taken away from me so I can be ‘researched’ and tested on.” So he was just living his life like any other young person. It makes you frown; Jimin is the newest patient here, sure, but you also think he’s the youngest out of the group. Perhaps you’re wrong but he can’t have many years on him, not with this mindset.

“… Have they hurt you at all?” Jimin looks far away at first before focusing back in. He slowly shakes his head, and a sigh of relief leaves you. If any of your Nightmares get taken down there, it’ll be the day you turn into a Nightmare.

“No. Even if I’ve been having some issues, I’ve been trying to be a good egg. Sometimes there’s yelling from the guards but that’s about it. They don’t like when I spit in their faces.” You’d imagine not since his spit seems to be acidic. There wasn’t a mention of him burning anyone’s face off in the report though thankfully.

“You don’t mind having a room to yourself? From what you’ve said, I would guess you like company. I don’t want for you to feel completely isolated or lonely.” At this Jimin scoffs, tail whipping out behind him. He can scoff all he wants but something tells you that he craves more, that he really craved attention… Perhaps that’s why he acts out. Down here though, it’s not going to get the best response.

“I like the company of my choosing. I’m not sure the other Nightmares and I would get along. I can be a little brash as I’m sure you’ve noticed.” You’ve already made a mental note to keep him and Yoongi separated. The other three would likely be alright with him, but his anger mixed with Yoongi’s ruthlessness… No thank you.

Before you can continue on, there’s a knock on the door. Turning, you see none other than Taehyung Kim popping his head through the entrance, bright boxy smile on his face as he spots you. You can hear… a sob..? From outside the door before Dr. Kim slams it shut behind him.

“I hope you don’t mind Dr. _____, I wanted to sit in and observe one of your sessions. Well, that’s a lie. Williams wanted to but I told him to bugger off in much nicer words.” You don’t doubt he did. If there’s anything you’ve learned about his man, it’s that he doesn’t care about consequences. Mostly because you don’t think he faces any. Gesturing for him to come in further, you shake your head.

“Not at all Dr. Kim. I’m sure Jimin doesn’t mind either?” Glancing at the Nightmare, he’s not even looking at you. His eyes are trained on the other doctor, slowly looking up and down as if sizing him up. Interesting.

“As long as you don’t try to cut my fucking tail off or something, you can stay. Too many of those other douche fucks like to get handsy.” Taehyung shakes his head, thankfully not interested in cutting any tails off. Looking down at your mostly blank notes, you decide to change things up for now. The past is something that can be revisited another day when Dr. Kim isn’t present.

“Now, is there anything you’d like to talk about specifically? Anything troubling you?” You’re curious to see what happens if you give him complete free reign of the situation. Especially now that you have an audience, and an apparently relatively powerful one at that. Jimin looks back toward you finally, eyes narrowed.

“You’re the only psychologist down here? There aren’t any others?” You’re sure there are others, just none that you’ve met. You’ve only had the terrible displeasure of meeting all the other doctors and scientists on this floor.

“I’m the only one on this floor specifically. I don’t see to any other Nightmares, only the ones on level 13.” You don’t see it but you’re not sure if you could handle more. Five seems to be the magic number, one for every day of the week to focus on. Jimin just nods, eyes sliding back to where Dr. Kim stands next to you.

“What about you?” The man adjusts his glasses before walking closer to the clear wall. So close that they’re face to face, Jimin staring in what almost looks like disbelief. You still don’t know exactly what Taehyung’s position is down here but it’s obvious that he’s very comfortable with Nightmares.

“I see to all the floors technically, though I usually stay in the deeper levels but I became bored. As I’m sure you can guess, I’m not from here originally, but I craved change. So here I am.” Bored… It’s not that shocking. If you were to guess based on what little you’ve analyzed, Dr. Kim isn’t used to being told no. Instead, he used to free reign and being able to do what he wishes without question. Jimin snorts loudly, hand slamming up against the wall, clawed fingers scratching the material.

“That’s why you came here from tea and crumpet land? Wanted a change in scenery? Wanted to rule over this shitshow?” Well, they seem to be making fast friends. Jimin’s mood is quickly turning sour, and you know the rest of this session will be going no where but south. Oh well, you got to know a little bit more about him at least.

“Tea and crumpet land hasn’t been home in a while. Let’s say I’m up here for number of reasons; a new doctor and a new patient being a few of them. Color me surprised when I heard we got ourselves a competent psychologist and a pretty pet snake.” Avoiding the question is one way to go about things. You can’t help but to wonder too, most of the other Doctors seem to be from the states although you know there’s other facilities scattered. Jimin hisses loudly, face nearly smashed up against the wall as he spits his words out.

“I don’t think pet snakes usually have terribly homicidal thoughts about their owners.” Dr. Kim hums, raising his hand up to meet Jimin’s. The Nightmare stares back in a mixture of anger and confusion, quickly ripping his hand away and backing up from the wall.

“But apparently small little Nightmares do… I’ve decided that I like you very much. Try not to misbehave Jimin, I don’t want to be seeing you on the deeper floors.” With that, the doctor turns around and looks your way. You stare back at him, not really sure of what to make of the interaction. It was odd… And also revealed a lot about both men.

“Dr. _____, when you’re done I’d like to have a word with you. Nothing extreme, just a few things I’d like to discuss. Pip pip cheerio for now.” An overwhelming urge to laugh is back, this one a single strangled giggle as Taehyung exits the room. Looking back to Jimin, it’s apparent he won’t be giving you any more information today.

“Well… if there’s nothing else, then I’ll-“ The snake man cuts you off, voice not nearly as angry as you though it would be. On the contrary, he sounds almost… Delighted? Happy?

“I want him at our next session.” And then it clicks. He craves attention even if it’s not positive. Maybe Taehyung’s attention wasn’t positive but it’s got to have been better from what he’s been getting. Giving him a nod, you can only begin to imagine the bargaining you might have to go through with the eccentric doctor. The things you do for your patients…

“Consider it done.”

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BTS Reacts: Biracial S/O Experiences Racism

A/N: Of course, something like this can be a touchy subject and I will take full responsibility if I write anything offensive or incorrectly. As I've said in previous pieces like this, you are welcome to call me out on any mistakes so I can learn and do better. I personally am not biracial nor have I experienced racism of the sort but my inbox is always open if you need support or someone to stand with you. Also, I apologize but I couldn't find credits for some of the gifs used. I take no credit for the making of them.

TW: General racism, bullying

JIN:

Jin couldn't believe it when you pulled up an antis hate themed blog focused around you. He knew there would be some heat once your relationship was revealed to the public but he never thought people would be low enough to create an entire blog to bully you and insult you just based off of your skin color. It almost blew his mind that someone would take the time to put you down so badly. Jin would gently take your phone out of your hand and close the page, setting the phone down and out of view.

"Don't pay attention to a word they're saying. They're not worth your time, you're perfect the way you are."

Jin made sure the blog and nasty racist comments thrown at you were forgotten quickly, reassuring you that they were meaningless and simply not true.

YOONGI:

Yoongi had been out with Jin picking up food for the two of you when you decided to watch a few video compilations on YouTube that some fans had created for your relationship with him. Most of them were cute and wholesome videos with nothing but positivity in the comment section and you found yourself smiling widely throughout your time reading them. However, on the last video you had chosen, the comments made your heart sink. You weren't sure why they were there all of the sudden but many users had written harsh racist insults towards you, some even going as far as writing out threats. You knew it was stupid and the words were empty and didn't really mean anything but you couldn't control the tears that were forming in your eyes, eventually beginning to spill down your cheeks. Just as you were at peak sobbing and second guessing yourself, wondering if Yoongi really loved you as much as he said, he walked in the door, food bags in hand. Immediately, when he saw you curled up on the couch crying, he dropped the bags and sat on the cushion adjacent to you. He started rubbing your arm, unsure whether or not doing anything further was going to upset you.

"Woah, what's wrong sweetheart?" Your boyfriend asked, his voice soft.

Between sniffles, you did your best to explain how so-called 'fans' were being incredibly racist towards you and saying Yoongi deserved someone of his own race.

Yoongi couldn't believe what he was hearing and was only able to muster out a quiet "What the fuck?" He was pissed to know you were upset and pissed that anyone could say such things to you.

"Don't listen to those assholes, they don't know you and they will NEVER know me. I love you, you're perfect the way you are. They're probably just jealous that there's nothing even mildly interesting about them. They mean nothing."

HOSEOK:

*Ping*

*Ping*

*Ping*

Your phone had been blowing up more than usual. Your boyfriend, Hoseok, was sitting next to you so you opted to check it, wondering who else would be sending you so many texts. Lit up on your screen were texts from your best friend, telling you not to listen to what people are saying on Twitter and that all of those people were wrong about you. Confusion washed over you as you opened the Twitter app to see what was going on. The first thing you saw was your relationship with Hobi on the trending list. Your heartbeat sped up as you tapped on the link to checkout the corresponding posts. As soon as it opened, you were met with post after post about the live you did with him yesterday, where you had revealed your face for the first time. There were comments saying how pretty you were and how sweet you seemed, of course, but among these comments were floods of hate speech. Every single negative comment had to do with the fact that you were biracial. You suddenly closed the app, tossing your phone to the side, startling Hoseok. He closed the book he had been reading in the chair across from you and asked you what was wrong, moving to sit aside you when he noticed tears pooling in the corner of your eyes. All you told him was to check Twitter. Taking out his own phone, he clicked on the trending HoseokxYN link and skimmed through the posts and comments. He very quickly put his phone back into his pocket, unable to read anymore racist words against you. Pulling you into a tight hug, he reassured you that he felt sorry for those people, telling you that they must feel so badly about themselves and have such low quality lives that they had to spew meaningless hate towards you. If anything, they were lower than you and were only doing it to feel better about themselves. Even though the remarks were towards you, it felt painful to read such things and he was overwhelmed by disappointment.

NAMJOON:

As you and Namjoon made your way through the intensely growing crowd inside of the airport, fans yelled and screamed various words of encouragement towards Namjoon. You loved to hear other people showering him with love and positivity, despite the craziness of the crowd itself. You were smiling widely while walking hand in hand with your boyfriend, listening to the fans, until you suddenly heard someone take a jab at the color of your skin. Namjoon heard the person too, stopping for a brief second to turn and glare at them. He shook his head as he turned back around, gripping your hand tighter, pulling it up to his face to lightly kiss your knuckles. Like a chain reaction, that one person being brave enough to say such things to you in front of him set off a wave of more racism. Namjoon began walking even faster, guiding you the whole way, wanting desperately to get you out of there.

"Those aren't my fans. If they were, they would never say such bullshit things to you."

JIMIN:

Jimin witnessing you beginning to cry after seeing racist comments saying you weren't worthy of being with him because you weren't Korean hurt his heart. Your laughter was his favorite sound in the world and he lived to see you smile. Seeing you so upset was painful and made tears prick his own eyes. You were so important to him and yet strangers were bringing you down with nonsense hate. Jimin made sure to pound it into your head that he wanted you and only you; if he wanted someone who was 100% Korean, that's who he would have chosen.

TAEHYUNG:

After a long chat, you and Taehyung decided to reveal your secret relationship to the public after having been together for over a year. Taehyung took the bold leap by posting a couple of cute, romantic photos from Valentine's day on his Instagram. Knowing that it would warrant a little bit of craziness, he did it late at night before the two of you went to bed, planning on checking on it in the morning.

That next morning, Taehyung had woken up before you. Rather than waking you up, he went into the kitchen, fixed himself up some breakfast, and got comfy on the couch with his phone, ready to checkout the reveal reactions. He found himself giggling at some of the comments, even feeling happy over some of the supportive ones he read. Not long after reading, though, he stumbled upon comments he wished he hadn't seen. Many racist insults and death threats filled the comment thread. They were targeting you because you were biracial, spewing hate and saying he deserved better than you, someone who was fully his own race. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"How could these people say things like this?" Taehyung whispered to himself, still trying to be careful about waking you up.

The thought of you waking up excited to read the reactions of army only to see your race being the main focus of the thread made him very upset. He pondered whether he should delete the photo or not, wanting to shield you from everything. After a while of thinking, he simply turned off the comments to the post.

When you finally awoke, the first thing you did was ask him about the public's reaction. He produced a white lie and said the staff recommended that he turn the comments off but allowed him to keep the photo up. Although you were disappointed, he would much rather have you thinking that's what happened, instead of being aware of the nasty racist comments that flooded the post.

JUNGKOOK:

The last thing Jungkook expected when you tagged along on a flight and exited the airport with him, navigating through the crowds of screaming fans, was to hear several death threats and racist remarks thrown around towards you. He gripped your hand tighter and tighter with each disgusting comment he heard, knowing he couldn't do anything in that very moment. He glanced at your face multiple times, checking if you were still mentally there, only to see that you had begun crying quite hard. Instantly, Jungkook removed his jacket and held it over you to cover your face as various people with their phones and cameras hounded you. When you were both sat safely inside of the car waiting for you guys, Jungkook pulled you in close, kissing the top of your head while you buried it into his chest.

"You know I don't think of those things, right? I don't care about your race, I love you for you. Don't listen to those people, they aren't real army."

[here4kpopfics]

hi bubba!!! congrats on your huge milestone aaaah well fucking deserved omg 😩😩😩

i have a lil request for you hehehehe: how about brothers best friend au + member of your choice and this lovely prompt: "If you tell anyone about this, I will kill you."

i’m sure you can come up with something!! hehe good luck my love 💘💘💘

my beautiful Lati, I can only apologize for this. 💀 Thank you for always being so amazing and supportive, especially when I started writing again, I love you bby. 😘

also shoutout to @daimyosjeon for betaing this nonsense bc I just keyboard smashed my way through it. sorry for not warning you about the filth 🙈

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hobi x reader | smut, fluff if you squint? | a nice little 1,235 words | 18+ | Jimin's a menace, wrap before tap

You’ve made a lot of bad decisions growing up. Like, a lot. From bad friend groups to shit relationships, picking a useless degree over one you actually wanted to moving halfway across the country for a job you never wanted in the first place. 

The worst decision you’ve ever made is the one you’re currently making. 

“Fuck, hurry up, Hobi. He’ll be back soon.” Your voice rasps, feeling sore after just having your brother’s best friend’s cock recklessly rammed down your throat. 

“Relax, y/n. He’ll be out for another few hours. Let me take my time with you.” His lips resume their work against your skin, nipping and licking at random spots that can be covered by clothes, lightly kissing on spots that can’t. Like your neck, which is driving you insane. 

You don’t remember when you started fucking your brother’s friend. If it was after a party, or just when he came over one day to hang out with both of you at your apartment and things just spun out of control from there. 

All you know is this is a horrible decision, and his hips and dick are like fucking magic. But goddamn do you love the way he has you pinned against the wall in your hallway, hands gripping your thighs as your legs wrap around his waist and both of you are half naked. 

“I don’t want you to take your time, ” your fingers tug at his hair that he’s been growing out for reasons he won’t say, and force him to look at you. “I want you to fuck me until I forget who you are.” 

“I can do both.” He gives you that stupid grin that you’re afraid to say you adore. You push the thought out of your mind, and bring his lips to yours in a searing kiss. You barely feel one of his hands leave your thigh to shove his underwear down and reach between you two to line himself up with your entrance and push inside without hesitation. 

You pull away from his lips, dropping your head against the wall at the perfect stretch, “fuck, your cock feels so fucking good.”

His chuckle vibrates against your skin as he pulls his hips away slightly, just to grab the back of your knees and open your legs further. A part of you feels like you should be terrified of him dropping you, but you know he’d never.

“God, baby. Look at how well you take it.” He grunts, his gaze stuck on the way his cock pumps in and out of you. “So fucking wet, just slides right in.” He looks up to see you watching as well, your brows furrowed and your pussy clenching every time he thrusts into you. 

“How long were you ready for me today, hmm? Was it when I came over or since last night’s phone call?” You whine, trying to forget the night before where he had you on facetime and made you finger yourself until you were squirting. You almost blacked out after, hanging up immediately when you heard your brother come home. 

“Shut up.” You bring his lips back to yours, but you can feel the grin forming, teeth hitting yours as he brings you to your bed. 

“Good lord, every time it just gets better.” Hoseok laughs as he collapses next to you on your bed. You smirk, still trying to regain the ability to do anything. You’re going to be grossly sore tomorrow. 

“What are you doing?” You question when he cuddles one of your pillows under his head. “Absolutely not. Get up and get your clothes off the floor.” 

“Aish, where’s the romance these days?” He grumbles. Sitting back up, you throw the pillow at his back and laugh. 

“We fuck, Hobi. And we tell no one. That’s it.” 

He says nothing, walking out of your room and gathering not only his clothes off the floor, but yours as well.

“I, for once, think your brother would be cool with us.” The teasing tone he gives makes you scowl. You lean against your headboard, watching him put your clothes in your hamper and his on the bed. 

“We both know Yoongi would not only kill you, but me as well, if he finds out his best friend was fucking his little sister.” 

He mumbles in agreement, walking into your bathroom to shower. You lay back down, your bed sheet covering your naked body.

You get all of three minutes to yourself before your bedroom door is flung open. 

“You will not believe who I ran into toda-ahh! Sorry! Sorry! Holy fuck, I’m sorry!” Your best friend throws his hands up to cover his eyes, turning his back to you. 

“Jimin! What the fuck? Do you not understand knocking?!?!” You clutch the bed sheet to your chest, sitting up in anger. 

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know you were gonna be post-bang!” He turns back around when he thinks it’s safe, glancing over to the pile of clothes and the bathroom where the sound of the shower turns off. “Who, uh, who is it by the way? Is it that one hunk from statistics? Because hell yes, I’d be lying in bed post-bang like that too.”

“Shut up, Jimin. Please leave.” 

“Boo, you suck.”

“Just go awa—

“Who are you talking to?” Hoseok opens the bathroom door, clad only in a towel loosely hanging around his hips. If Jimin wasn’t here, there'd be a round two within seconds. 

You look back at your best friend, whose mouth is wide open in shock, a giant grin quickly taking over it.

“You are not banging Yoongi’s best friend! Does he know? Oh my god, when he finds out he’s going to kill you both.” 

You quickly jump out of bed, keeping the blanket wrapped around you as you charge towards Jimin, pressing him against the wall. 

“You’ll be dead too, Jimin. Because I swear to fucking god, if you tell anyone about this, I will kill you myself.” You glare daggers at him, and he nods quickly.

“Understood. There’s nothing going on between you two.” You nod, turning back to grab some new clothes. 

“She’s so threatening, isn’t she? It’s really kind of a turn on.” Hoseok laughs, bending down quickly to avoid the object you chuck across the room.

“Hoseok. Get dressed and leave before Yoongi gets back. Jimin, wait in the living room, I'm gonna shower really quick.” Jimin nods, backing out of your room with a smug grin. 

“I’ll leave while you’re in the shower.” He speaks a little softer, approaching you from behind. “But I’ll see you again soon, right?” His whispers meet your ear, soft lips kissing the space just behind them as his hands find your hips and bring them flush against his. 

“Yeah…but we have to be more careful. Yeah, that was just Jimin. But what if next time we’re not lucky and it’s Yoongi?” Your head leans back against his chest as he buries his face in your neck. 

“We’ll be smarter, baby. I promise. I’ll text you, okay?” 

“Okay.” He lets go of you, letting you walk into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. He quickly gets dressed, leaves you a little note on your pillow and leaves after saying bye to Jimin on the couch.

You take extra long in the shower to purposefully avoid Jimin’s questions. 

heh....heh....sorry? you're welcome? idk i love you 💜

[hobisstar]

Loving you| Yandere Mental Patient!Jung Hoseok x Doctor!F!Reader

Summary: Hoseok has a confession. He fears living without his doctor. His obsession for her was what landed him in this asylum anyways. That’s what he told himself.

Warning: Yandere theme, Mentally ill Hoseok, Serial Killer Hoseok, Dark concept, unhealthy obsession, smut mentioned, One sided love, death, drugging, and lastly denial.

A/N: my jungkook Yandere is getting LOTS OF GOOD FEED BACK AND I REALLY WANT TO DO SOMETHING WITH HOSEOK SINCE WELL IM OBSESSED WITH JACK IN A BOX !! Enjoy!

‘Dear my Flower,

Is my love for you not enough? Is my love for you just enough? Have you given my heart to that Dumb bitch of a nurse? The one who seems to like you? The one who ties her hair up to get you to look at her neck, that I want so strangle so bad. She doesn’t deserve your sweet sweet lips, oh your sweet smooth like skin. I deserve it so much more than her. I’ve done everything for you. Yet, you haven’t even given me a kiss, a blowjob, a fuck. Why must I be bad for you to come visit me? Why must I talk harshly on someone to get you to touch me? I had this dream, ooo, it was amazing, the way your beautiful pussy gripped my cock while I pounded you and we made direct eye contact. The way you were so cold to that bitch who likes what is mine. It made me fall in love even more. That is it for now my flower.’

“ is that all he does? Write in the journal? Why did Dr. Y/N give that to him?” The nurse, Rachel said to a security guard. The one patient she hated was, Hoseok. He liked Y/N and it was so obvious! She hated the fact that Y/N was so nice to him but never gave her even that nice ness as often as she gave it to him. She was the ‘dumb bitch’ Hoseok wrote about.

“It was a gift to him for his birthday. He’s been in here for almost 5 years, no one ever gave him attention so she made it her responsibility to help him out. Get him the real help he needs.” The security guard, Namjoon, stated. Rachel rolled her eyes. “He’s a terrible person, he doesn’t need help at all.” She signed and looked at the time. “She should be heading up here soon. I gotta go get his medicine and her papers. Get him ready for her visit will ya?” She walked off and Namjoon knocked on Hoseok’s door. “Dr. Y/N and Nurse Rachel will be coming in 10 minutes. Please get ready.” He stated and Hoseok just stared at him which signaled him to get out and he understood. Namjoon closed the door and was startled by the tap on his shoulder. He turned around and smiled. “ Y/N! My favorite doctor, who treats everyone’s favorite, hows it going?” She chuckled. “ there is no reason to lie Namjoon. I know you hate guarding this door. Especially when he’s the only one on this floor.” She shrugged and looked down the hall seeing Rachel getting Hoseoks medicine. “ Tell Nurse Rachel im going in first.” Y/N walked past Namjoon and knocked on the door.

She walked in and saw him looking out the window. “ Good Morning, Hoseok. How are you feeling today?” He turned around so fast that he almost got whiplash from it. It was his flower! She came to visit him. At the same time as every other day. “I’m doing better now that you came to see me, Flower.” He smiled brightly. If he wasn’t in this asylum it would’ve brightened up the whole room, though it still could. But, she couldn’t feel attached. You see, the reason why not everyone likes him is because he murder his family and friends. In cold blood. He had no remorse. “You are obsessed with someone who doesn’t even know you exist, We think you should get help Hobi, it’s not healthy!” He was tired of hearing it. Y/N was his match made in heaven. Everyone over looked her beauty, her niceness. They went to highschool together. Of course he wasn’t as popular as her but he’s loved her since then, and loves her even more now. Y/N remembered him vaguely. I mean in Highschool then only interacted with each other twice. That was during lunch when he accidentally (purposely) dumped his water on her. And the other time when she needed a pencil. That was it, but those moments meant everything to him. He felt that those were the moments he really felt loved. Her thank you’s, the no it’s okay’s,he loved it all.

“Okay Hoseok, you need to take these every 6 hours. Rachel will give you fresh water every 2 hours.” Y/N was looking at her clipboard looking to see if anything was off about his vitals and everything seems good.

“I’ll be back in the afternoon to check up on you, have a great morning Hoseok and eat all of your breakfast!” She said smiling and backing out then turning around to open the door for Rachel since she saw her waiting. He was in a trans with her beautiful smell that he didn’t realize that she was about to leave until he heard Rachel’s voice. He looked up and stood up. “ Can you give …me my medicine instead… I have a feeling that Rachel doesn’t like me..” he said looking Rachel in the eye. “I-That’s not true! I’m very-uh-Um fond of you..” She tried to lie but Hoseok could see right through her. Y/N chuckled and patted Rachel’s shoulder and walked out. Hoseok needs to socialize with other people besides Y/N, so she sends Rachel inside to give him his medicine so they can try to socialize. Keyword TRY.

Once Y/N walked out, Rachel’s smile faded. “You are such a pain in the neck,” she put his medication down on the table and gave him the water about to hand it to him, but she made it fall and it spilled all over Hoseok's pants. “You know, you’ll never really be good for her. She would never date someone who murder their family and friends for some chick who didn’t want you. She wouldn’t even remember a nobody like you. Take your medicine without water or food, Attention Seeker.” She watched him shake of fear. Or so she though it was fear. It was really anger. He needed to calm down but there was no way that was going to happen any time soon. This thirsty bitch dare try to make fun of him for loving his flower the way he does. She's just jealous of their love. She was about to walk out as if she devoured what just happened, he grabbed her wrist tightly to the point that he could break her wrist in two. Rachel winced in agony " What the hell is your problem?! You piece of trash, let g-" he cut her off by slamming her into the door. He chuckled trying to calm down but seeing her face only made him more pissed. Hoseok punched the door near her head until his hands were bleeding. Lucky for Hoseok he didn't feel a thing, Unlucky for Rachel his room was soundproof, so any sound from his room could not be heard.

" You think... You think you are a better fit? A bully? A dumb fucking cunt? A bitch who just wants Y/N's pussy and not her love? You are nothing but dirt on the bottom of her shoe that gets wiped off and into the trash can. You don't even deserve worship the ground she walks on. You think she wants trash? You are even less important than Namjoon. You make me sick to my damn stomach. She would never want someone like you. Be damn lucky that i haven't cut off your annoying head- actually- that's a good idea." He laughed like the mad man he is seeing her face covered in fear. " You disrespect my flower one more time by talking to me like you lost your mind, I'll make sure you'll no longer have a head or a heart... Got it bitch?" He said staring at her with a smile that soon faded, " Now get the fuck out my sight," He let her wrist go which left a good bruise. She was breathing so heavily and thought at this point she going to hyperventilate. She hurriedly left the room flying down the hall past Y/N and Namjoon.

" Was...Was she crying?" Y/N asked thinking her eyes was playing tricks on her. Namjoon sighed and nodded “She’s not the first nurse to come running out of Hoseok’s room crying or running. The first nurse that did that quit in the same hour. Rachel is strong though- Where are you going?” He watched Y/N storm into his room. She closed the door and sighed. “Oh! My flower! Come back to visit me?” Hoseok stated happily while covering his hand. “What happened to your hand, Hoseok?” She asked calmly. Yes, she was upset, but she didn’t want to jump to conclusions of thinking he just did something to her. She was aware of Rachel’s hatred towards Hoseok. But would she go this far? Would he go this far also?

“I punched the door several times after your nurse dropped the cup of water on my pants.” He pointed down to his soaked pants. “Then I threatened to cut her head off if she did again.” He stated as if that was normal. Y/N sighed and opened the door she told Namjoon to go to the first floor and get him a fresh pair of clothes and a cup of water. “I’m sorry she did that Hoseok. But you shouldn’t have threatened you. She could’ve reported you then you would be put on even more of a watch for harming her if you did.”

“That bit- Girl, likes you. Did you know that?” He asked her locking eye contact that she unknowingly was trying to avoid. Y/N was aware of Hoseok’s love for her in fact hes told her plenty of times before. She’s given him hints that she wasn’t interested in dating a patient or even a coworker. She found it highly unprofessional if she ever did. He understood that…right? “What does that have to do with you, Hoseok? You still threatened her.” she stood up looking at him. “You’d allow someone like her to have a crush on you? I’m not sure if I like her enough to even allow her to like you.” She laughed in disbelief from his response. He founded it cute, she thinks that’s funny? He would too. To have some clown like her. “You are more crazier than I thought…” Looking him in his eyes. “ You aren’t in charge of who can like me or who I like. You are a patient… you need to stay in your place, Mr. Jung. I never want to hear you say anything like that again. Have a good day.” Turning on her heels, she was about to leave when Hoseok spoke.

“You leave this room i will raise hell. I’ll kill Rachel. I’ll put her head on a trophy so it’s like a gift from you, I’ll kill everyone in this Damn asylum if I have to. I love you! And you look over me every time, im sick of it. You made me this way for you. Since Highschool. Do you remember those vivid memories we had? Do worry if you don’t I’m willing to make more with you. We can do that once that bitch Rachel is dead. You remember me right? The guy that you had feelings for since highschool? Come on y/n” he grabbed her arm and she flinched back. “Dont start this, Mr. Jung..”

“Please don’t call me that! Call me what you used to! Hobi, Sunshine, Hope, Hoseok, call me that.. please..” he said loosing his temper. “Dont … call me that.” He whispered looking at her.

“… Mr. Jung Hoseok, if you don’t stop I’m going to have to call security. Please just calm down, I don’t want them to use force-“ he cut her off when he screamed which frightened her. Soon his scream turned into terrifying laugh. He looked at his bed then went to it and lifted up his his mattress, and what Y/N saw made her gasp. He had pictures of Y/N scattered everywhere, some with blood, some with an unknown substance. He had a piece of paper of his journal next to one of the pictures that had her and Rachel in it but her entire face was missing. Grabbing the letter he chuckled and handed it to her. “Read it.” He said. She unfolded it but realized it wasn’t his hand writing, but it was Rachel’s.

‘ Dear Diary,

I really want to tell Y/N how I feel towards her. But she’s wrapped in that Serial Killers life. He’s so wack. I wish I could just kill him. He deserves death in the worst way. That’s it, I’ll kill him. I’ll give him something that can kill him. Maybe mix something in his water? Hmm maybe.. I’ll definitely have to tell Namjoon about this idea. He’ll help me out and get rid of that devil for good.’

She dropped the letter and was in shock. Rachel, was planning to kill Hoseok? Her thoughts were running back and forth. Oh god…has he been drinking the water? Taking his medicine? “y-You havent taken anything have you?”

“Of course not, Im smarter than her. Namjoon gave me this a few weeks ago. He’s been giving me ‘cleaner’ water and medicine. He’s been helping me, if that’s what you’d call it. I pretty much told him he had no choice.” Y/N was stunned and walked out the room going to go find Rachel.

Was this real? Was it forced? “Calm down, Y/N.. don’t think too much about this.” She said to herself. Either way, She would have fire Rachel. While she was walking she realized she couldn’t find Rachel anywhere. She went into the break room and saw Rachel laying with her head down. “Rachel why would you do something like that? That was too far. You could get seriously fined.” She stated and waiting for answer felt like forever. She went up to her and she looked closely and saw she wasn’t breathing. Y/N panicked and looked around until her eyes landed on a cup of water sitting on the table. “No way..” she thought. As she grabbed the cup she could already smell that something was off with it. Something was mixed in and what ever it was it killed Rachel. She turned her over and saw foam all over her mouth mixed with blood. She gasped and backed up until she was at the door. She was about to turn around and run but when she looked outside the door she saw Hoseok standing right on the other side, smiling. He released a deep breath. “Ah, finally she’s dead. What do you say My flower? We go get some nice warm coffee, then we take a comfortable and warm nap?” He smiled brightly. The smile that could light up a room now sent chills up her spine.

You see, the truth was, Rachel didn’t write that letter. She never had no thought of killing Hoseok. She wasn’t scared of him but she definitely knew that he liked Y/N. It was obvious. She obviously liked her too but was always scared to admit that. What she did to Hoseok was just her jealousy kicking in but she did really hate Hoseok. Him threatening her should have been a sign. He had Namjoon spike her water with a medicine to make her overdose. She must’ve been so shaken up that she didn’t notice the weird taste in her water. Then again, Namjoon wouldn’t mind killing her. He didn’t like her either. Namjoon was close to Hoseok since Highschool. They’ve been buddies since then! Of course Y/N knew of this but thought making his the security guards would just keep him protected and having a friend if he needed someone to talk to. Namjoon never really like Rachel, she was annoying to him. She complained about almost everything that Hoseok did and it made him sick. So, he agreed to kill her. Though Hoseok agreed he’d take all the responsibilities since he won’t get in anymore trouble. Now, he was happy I mean finally he’s got Y/N to himself. Everything was worth it.

Loving her…was worth it.

[eoieopda]

Jade pls do a headcanon :) they arrive home and found you while youre toying with youself

i totally forgot to finish these, didn’t i? lmao. sorry!

namjoon is flustered as hell, but he’s going to pretend like he isn’t. he’ll probably stand in the doorway and watch for as long as he can until he physically cannot keep distance anymore. your fingers are smaller and can’t do what his can do, so he’s gonna help you, just lay back, angel 😵‍💫

seokjin is genuinely mad that you started without him, you lil brat. he’s either taking whatever toy you’re using away and making you chase your high with fingers alone, or he’s punishing you with said toy until you’re overstimulated. this? this is what you get when you play games.

yoongi is going about his business in your bedroom, as if he doesn’t see or care what you’re up to. he knows it drives you insane, but he’s not going to acknowledge you until you beg him to. def sneaking glances out of the side of his eye, though 👀

hoseok is smug as fuck about it, making little comments about how you know he can fuck you better than you can fuck yourself. dude is pulling up a chair, telling you to give it your best effort. if you’re so intent on doing it yourself, then do it. and do it well because he’s not helping, even if he drops dead on the floor from the mental toll it takes to keep his hands to himself.

jimin capitalizes on the opportunity, but not in the way you think. he’ll get close to you just to touch himself because there’s something so unspeakably hot to him about fucking yourselves in such close proximity, without any contact between you. except eye contact. there is so much eye contact. your open, whimpering mouths? this 🤏🏻 close, but don’t kiss him yet, okay? it’s a whole thing.

taehyung comes out of left field. he’ll fuck you — how could he not? — but he wants to film it. he’s gone a lot, so he’s adamant that you deserve to have something to make yourself cum to when he’s not available to help you. kinda sweet, if you think about it? but also 🫠

jungkook walks in, sees what you’re doing, and his first thought is “oh, shit, sorry”. you have to tell him to stop when his instinct is to turn around and let you finish in privacy. you tell him to watch, and he does, big doe eyes fully transfixed. i bet his mouth is a lil bit open, too, just so drunk on you. you’ll have to ask him to fuck you but he’s eager as 👏🏻 fuck 👏🏻 once he has directions to follow.

[borathae]

↳ Index [Chapter 19 - Seaside]

Warnings: big sad, but it’s a little tinier already, the fighting continues, fears of abandonment & so much guilt, OC does way too much overthinking, Yoongi has done no wrong, I tried to sprinkle some good moments in between for damage control hahahelp, this is a healthy balance of hurt and comfort

Wordcount: 11.9k

a/n: i hope that there isn’t too much happening, but i thought that we all want them to make up as soon as possible. originally this chapter was supposed to be three individual chapters fjadsf it’s better that way i think

Yoongi isn’t with you when you wake the next morning. His clothes are gone. The only thing greeting you is the little leaf he picked for you last night. You sit up and reach for it, cradling the little bowl of water in which he put it. The sunlight is breaking in the water, casting figures of lights on the edges of the bowl in golden colours. On the parts where the leaf prevents the light from shining a small black dot is painted on the edge.

“Fuck”, you press out under your breath, lowering the bowl to your lap.

You don’t feel better. You feel awful. The sleep should have helped you, but it didn’t. All it did was stop the pain for a few hours. It is back again, now that you are alone and Yoongi is gone.

You wonder if he has already left. If he has taken Jungkook and the others and left you in this tiny single person bed. You wouldn’t even be angry at him if he did. You would deserve it.

You can’t believe that he still took care of you last night. After all the shit you did. The guilt you feel because of it makes you sick to the stomach. Yoongi shouldn’t have had to take care of you. He should have left you to cry and not given a shit. 

You hear a knock on your door.

You lift your head, but can’t call out to whoever is knocking.

The door opens regardless.

Hoseok steps in.

“Goddamn”, he says, “that room smells like me after watching too many sad movies. Get some fresh air ___, you’re literally reeking of sadness.”

He opens the window for you, pulling the seethrough curtains to the side to let in even more sunlight. He turns to you, studying you from head to toe.

“What’s that you’re holding?” he asks.

“Leaf. Yoongi gave it to me last night.”

“He did? Wah Yoongi’s such a romantic”, he says and chuckles.

When you don’t laugh with him, he stops, furrowing his brows.

“Is it bad that he did?” he asks.

He closes the distance between the bed and him and sits down on the edge of it.

You shrug your shoulders, “I don’t know.”

“I’m sure he did it to make up for the fight you were having”, Hoseok says and places his hand on your knee.

“But it’s not his job. I ruined everything, not he.”

“Tzt __”, Hoseok says and clicks his tongue. He gives your knee a soft squeeze, “don’t say that. You guys are having a fight, but that doesn’t mean that you ruined everything. Every couple fights. Hell, you should have witnessed all the fights I had with Annelise. They were brutal and yet we still made up.”

“You did? So why’s she not with you then?”

“That is because she went rouge and killed fifty people on our holiday in Vienna. I didn’t wanna be with someone like her after that.”

“Fuck”, you press out, “I ruined everything.”

“Okay, I’m realising that I said something wrong here”, he murmurs, pinching his brows in worry.

“Hobi”, you press out, “Hobi, all of this is such a mess and, and it’s my fault. Tae’s still missing because of me. He thinks that I lied to him about Jimin. And, and Yoongi is mad at me. And it’s my fault.”

“Okay, okay hey”, he says, holding you by your shoulders, “calm down ___. It’s not as bad as you think it is.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“No, it’s not. Hey”, he cups your cheeks, wipes your tears away, “come downstairs with me. They’re back. All of them.”

“What do you mean?” you sniffle.

“Taehyung’s back and Yoongi too. Seokjin, Emma and Kook are having breakfast with them right this moment.”

“Really?”

“Yes, so come downstairs.”

You shake your head, “I can’t.”

“Of course you can”, Hoseok gives you a sweet smile.

“No, they are all mad at me. I, I can’t bear being in a room with them. It hurts so much.”

“That’s not true. We’re not mad at you. Not me or Jin or Kook or Emma”, he speaks softly, giving your cheek a soft pinch, “come downstairs. I’m sure it’ll be good for you to eat something.”

“Fine”, you give in, “but you are not leaving my side.”

Hoseok chuckles, “of course not, I’ll stick with you.”

He hooks arms with you, leading you out of your tiny room.

The air is tense. It has been tense even before you entered the room. You inch closer to Hoseok in instinct.

Nobody is talking.

Seokjin looks relieved to see you and Hoseok.

Emma isn’t in the room, but judging by her missing coffee mug she fled to the vending machine.

Jungkook looks uncomfortable by the silence, fumbling with his cutlery.

Yoongi is sitting at one side of the table. Taehyung is sitting at the other.

Neither one of them have food in front of them. Or even a beverage. They are simply staring at each other with their arms crossed in front of their chests.

Jimin is nowhere to be seen.

“Jesus, the mood in here is worse than in a funeral home”, Hoseok tries to diffuse the situation, “I thought that you guys would find at least something to talk about in the time I was gone.”

Seokjin and Jungkook look at you.

“Look who decided to join us”, Hoseok says and points at you.

“Hey ___”, Seokjin greets you, giving you a quick smile. It said I am so glad that you are here, but I am also deeply uncomfortable by the tension so I’m trying not to act too happy in order to minimise damage.

“Good morning ___”, Jungkook sounds a little less tense, standing up from his chair, “are you planning on getting some tea?”

“Uh...sure?”

“Great, I’ll join you. I need more coffee.”

Seokjin stands up as well, “me too. I need coffee too.”

They both abandon their filled cups by the table, basically dragging you and Hoseok out of them room.

“I am telling you”, Seokjin says, “I would rather sit in a box full of scorpions than this room.”

“Seriously”, Jungkook agrees, “you can basically cut the air.”

“Is it that bad?” you ask them.

“Oh it’s bad. They’re not violent, but I think if you weren’t in the picture, they would have both already ripped each other apart. And not in a sexy kind of way”, Jungkook says.

“Fuck”, you lower your head, “I never should have come down.”

“Huh?”

Seokjin and Jungkook look at Hoseok with confusion.

“She thinks that it’s all her fault”, he explains.

“What? No, it’s not”, Jungkook says instantly.

“I agree. It’s not your fault”, Seokjin says.

“No. No, it is. Tae thinks that I lied to him about Jimin and Yoongi won’t ever forgive me.”

“Then tell him what really happened. This will change his mind.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?” Seokjin says.

“Because I can’t.”

“Why not? It’s not your fault.”

“I’m so scared. I can’t take another day like yesterday”, you choke out and bite down a sob.

“Hey”, Hoseok says, taking your hand, “don’t cry, sweets.”

“Hobi, I can’t take another day”, you choke out, hiding your eyes behind your hand, “I wanna keep crying, everything hurts so much.”

“I know, but it’s going to be okay. You’ve got us”, he whispers, “do you want to be hugged?”

“Yes please, I’m so sad”, you confess and just like yesterday, your friends spring into action, taking you into the tightest and most loving group hug ever. Just like always when one of you is sad. Just like always. You will lean on each other and hug it out until it hurts only half as much. Just like always. Emma joins in too, even if she doesn’t quite understand what the hug was for. You catch her up on it and soon after she hugged you lovingly, telling you that you weren’t alone.

You left for the dining room once you calmed down enough, still feeling terribly nervous but not so alone anymore. You want to tell Yoongi. They managed to convince you that telling him the truth will make everything easier again. You agreed in the end.

The air was as tense as it was when you left. The silence is still deafening.

You sit down on the empty chair next to Jungkook, leg bouncing up and down nervously. So Jungkook touches your hand under the table, intertwining his fingers with you. The bouncing stops.

“Good morning”, you whisper, feeling courageous now that Jungkook is holding your hand.

Taehyung sneaks a glance at you and looks away again. Yoongi does the same, giving you a nod of his head at least.

“Ho-how are you guys?”

“Murderous”, Yoongi grumbles.

“Homicidal”, Taehyung counters.

“Geez guys”, Hoseok laughs awkwardly, “what are we? Edgelords? Come on, lighten up a little.”

“Tch”, Yoongi scoffs.

Taehyung rolls his eyes, tongue in cheek and arms crossed in front of his chest.

“___ has something to tell you”, Seokjin says, placing his hand on your shoulder encouragingly.

They both look at you. Taehyung looks angry. Yoongi looks curious.

“I uhm…” you falter.                                        

“Go on, tell them”, Seokjin whispers.

“It’s about, uhm…” you lift your eyes as someone next to Taehyung pulled a chair out.

Jimin. He plops down on the chair, crossing his arms in front of his chest. His eyes are focused on you with such intensity you wonder if he is aware that you wanted to expose him.

“Doesn’t really matter”, you say, “sorry, I forgot what I wanted to say.”

“___”, Seokjin sounds disappointed, but you only have to sneak one look at him and he understands. You can’t do this with Jimin present. It takes way too much courage. He nods his head in understanding, caressing your shoulder, “it was just a stupid joke we thought of in the kitchen to lighten the mood.”

“Yeah, exactly”, Hoseok says, “guys, why is it bad to eat clocks?”

“Does it matter?” Yoongi grumbles, “we don’t have time for silly jokes. Eat up, we’ll leave afterwards.”

“Because it’s time consuming”, Hoseok says quietly, painting a faint smile to Jimin’s lips.

“Funny.”

“Didn’t you hear what I just told you?” Yoongi hisses, looking at Jimin.

“I already ate, chill out. Tell your human to eat faster, not me.”

You lower your head to the empty table.

“I’m not hungry. We can leave if you want to “, you whisper.

“Are you sure? You didn’t eat a thing”, Jungkook asks with concern in his voice.

You nod your head, “I’m not hungry.”

“We’ll just get something on the way, yeah?”

“Mh-hm yeah.”

“Good. Let’s go”, Yoongi says, getting up from his chair, “we’ll leave in ten. So get your shit down to the cars”, he says, strutting out of the room afterwards.

“He’s such a cunt”, Jimin says.

“Says the biggest cunt of them all”, Seokjin throws back.

“Excuse me?”

“We know what you did to ___”, Seokjin hisses, “I’d sleep with your eyes open if I were you, I can’t guarantee that I won’t lose my wooden stake in your chest.”

“Yeah seriously”, Hoseok agrees, talking with his cheeks covered in black veins and his eyes glowing ruby. The anger is imminent on his face, “I’ve got lots of practice with killing vampires these days, I’m happy to flex these skills on you.”

Jimin rolls his eyes and gets up, “yawn”, he says, leaving the room afterwards.

“Come back you asshole! I will actually kill-“ Seokjin screams, but gets stopped by Emma.

“Calm down, my moon. He is not worth it”, she says, smoothing her fingers through his hair.

“I hate this guy. He was better off dead.”

“I know, we all think the same.”

“Tzt”, Taehyung scoffs, calling all of your attention. He stands up, sending Emma a dark look, “not all of us”, he says.

“Why did you even come back then?” Seokjin throws back.

The look Taehyung sneaks at you doesn’t go unnoticed by anyone here. He looks away again and leaves without saying anything.

You left to pack your stuff afterwards, feeling worse than you did this morning. You really ruined everything. Holy shit, you feel terrible.

Knock. Knock.

You turn at the door you left open.

Yoongi is in the doorway.

“I left to eat this morning”, he says.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to explain yourself.”

“Mhm”, he nods his head, eyes drifting to the leaf in your hair. He points it at, “looks good.”

You touch it, feeling your heart skip a beat.

“Thank you”, you whisper, eyes running over his face. Is it really not as bad you think it is? Was Hoseok right? “hey uhm, do we have time to, uhm, should we talk about it?”

Yoongi takes a deep breath, releasing it through his nose.

“Can it wait? The others are waiting downstairs.”

“Yes of course.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

“Are you done packing?” he asks.

“Yeah. I just have to carry them downstairs.”

He walks to you, taking the suitcases out of your hand.

“Oh? Thanks.”

“Mhm”, he nods his head and turns, leaving the room.

You jog after him, keeping your distance because you have no idea what you can or can’t do.

“Kook and Hobi agreed to take the car with the two cunts”, he tells you dryly, “I want you to drive with me.”

“Yes, of course. It’s better for space too”, you say, meaning it more than one way.

He nods his head, not saying anything more.

The others are already outside, loading the cars. No words are spoken, but the tense air speaks a thousand words. You all enter the cars without saying anything, except for Yoongi who stays to walk over to Taehyung’s car. The latter rolls his window down, staring at the Creator with dark eyes.

“That’s the address. We’ll meet there”, Yoongi grumbles, stuffing a piece of paper into Taehyung’s hand.

“Thanks”, Taehyung hisses, ripping it out of Yoongi’s hand. He rolls the window up afterwards, driving off without making sure Yoongi is far enough away from the car.

“So where are we going?” Emma asks once Yoongi has claimed the driver’s seat and started the car.

“An old acquaintance of mine”, Yoongi answers her, driving off, “Meredith, she hates Namjoon as much as we do.”

“Is she like us?”

“No, she’s a witch.”

“I never liked witches. They’re always plotting something.”

“We can trust her. She helped me countless times already.”

“Does she know that we are coming?” Seokjin asks.

“Yes, she invited us.”

“How long are we going to drive?”

“Half a day.”

“That’s so long”, Seokjin says and groans.

“Let’s take a nap, my moon”, Emma says and afterwards their conversation drowns out as Yoongi turns on the music.

He stops after two hours of driving and having snuck too many glances at you. Seokjin and Emma are sleeping deeply on the backseat, holding each other.

“Why are we stopping?” you ask him.

“Lock the car, I need to do something”, he says, leaving you in your confusion afterwards. He disappears inside a bakery and for the next ten minutes you are left wondering what the hell he needs to do in a bakery.

“Are we there?” Seokjin woke up during the waiting time, now looking at you with puffy eyes.

“No, he needed to do something and now he disappeared in a bakery.”

“Is he meeting someone?”

“I have no idea.”

“How long did we drive already?”

“Two hours.”

“Well, that’s just way too short. Did you tell him about Jimin?”

You shake your head.

“Why not?”

“I’m scared. I don’t want to cause a fight again. Not when we’re locked in here for ten more hours.”

Seokjin places his hand on your shoulder.

“He needs to know. You know that, don’t you?”

“I know, just please give me time to find the right moment.”

“Of course. I’m sorry for being pushy.”

“No, it’s okay. Thank you for being there for me.”

“Of course, that’s what family is for.”

“And for not telling it for me.”

“Hey, that’s a given. You have to do this, it’s not my job to do it for you.”

“Thank you”, you hold his hand, “you’re like my only light right now.”

Seokjin chuckles, “you old sap. Look, Yoongi’s coming back.”

He is carrying a big paper bag and a paper cup.

“Did he buy coffee?”

“I don’t know.”

Yoongi gets back inside.

“Did you meet someone?” Seokjin asks.

“No”, Yoongi answers him, placing the bag on your lap and handing you the cup. The paper is warmed by whatever is inside. It doesn’t smell like coffee, making you wonder what he got. You smell it again. The scent reminds you of a really good chai latte.

He starts the car and drives off.

Curiously, you open the bag. Two croissants, a wrapped tomato mozzarella sandwich and a blueberry muffin.

“I don’t understand. Why did you get food?” you say.

“You shouldn’t skip breakfast”, he says dryly, eyes focused on the road.

“Oh”, you let out, heart skipping a beat, “thank you.”

“Mhm”, he hums, placing his hand on your thigh to give it a soft squeeze. It doesn’t last long, not even a second and he has it already pulled back again.

The rest of the drive doesn’t feel as tense anymore. It seems that distance to the people, who truly anger him, does Yoongi well. When the seventh hour of the drive starts, he tells the group all about how he and Meredith met.

They met back in 1790, which alerted great confusion with the rest of the group until Yoongi explained to you that the magic Meredith uses is far from the magic, which was allowed and that it prolonged her life unnaturally. He said that exactly this kind of magic will finally give you the advantage point you needed over Namjoon.

Once the eighth hour hit, you catch him drumming his fingers to the music every now and then. At some point he even moved his fingers as if he was playing the piano. You didn’t call him out on it, but you liked watching him.

By the ninth hour, the scenery had changed drastically, passing you by in streaks of red dirt, white stone and scrubby trees. You really loved the view and so you spent most of the time looking outside. Emma and Seokjin played a game on the backseat. It involved way too many rules and was entirely silly. If they saw a tree with three branches on the right they had to hit each other on the arm. If a rock looked like a face they could pinch each other. A yellow car meant flicking the other’s forehead. And all in all, it meant lots of giggles from the backseat.

“Tree!” you joined them at some point, reaching over to hit Yoongi’s arm.

He snuck a glance at you, but didn’t react. You spent the next minutes overthinking everything you did and worrying that Yoongi will never forgive you, until suddenly you felt the impact of a hand on your arm and you could listen to Yoongi mumble, “tree.”

Your worries stopped then and for the rest of the ninth hour, your little group played this silly game while outside the scenery passed by.

By the time the tenth hour struck, you felt sleepy and so you fell asleep with your head leaned against the window and your knees turned to Yoongi.  Yoongi snuck a glance at the backseat then, because it had gotten terribly quiet, and he realised that Seokjin and Emma had fallen asleep as well. They hugged each other.

Yoongi turns off the music and takes off his jacket, draping it over your lap. He keeps his hand on your thigh for a while, counting the headlights passing by. He is glad to have you in the car with him. He would have never forgiven you, had you decided to drive with Taehyung. Warmth places itself over his hand and for a second Yoongi panics.

He turns his head, realising that you are still sleeping and that you merely reached for his hand in your sleep.

He looks back at the road, squeezing your hand.

“Fuck”, he presses out quietly enough not wake anyone, “why did you have to do this, ___?”

The next time you open your eyes is when you are being carried. Your comfort scent surrounds you, gravel crunches under someone’s feet. You lift your head from the chest you had it rested against previously.

“Yoongi?” you say, voice heavy in sleep, “where are we?”

“We’re here”, he speaks softly, “go back to sleep, it’s late.”

You rest your head back against his chest, but keep your eyes open. You can’t fall asleep again, not when you have to treasure the current moment here in Yoongi’s arms with the cicadas singing far away and his scent in your nose.

“Hyung”, Jungkook’s voice is instantly recognisable, “finally you guys are here. We were wondering what took you so long. Meredith’s not here tonight, but the witches told us to get comfortable. The others are already in the rooms. I reserved the best one for us.” His steps on the gravel come closer. “What’s wrong with her?”

You lift your head in order not to worry him.

“Oh? Hey ___”, he greets you, sneaking a glance at Yoongi, “are you guys good again?”

With bated breath you look up at Yoongi, waiting for his answer.

“She’s tired”, Yoongi answers him, “get her stuff and bring it to her room.”

“On it”, Jungkook says and disappears behind Yoongi’s back.

Yoongi looks down at you, locking eyes with you for just a second. It is enough to tell you that there is still a lot to fix, but that at least he wasn’t fuming in anger anymore.

You rest your head on his chest and close your eyes. You won’t open them until Yoongi sets you down on your bed and slips his arms from you.

Your eyes meet.

“Thank you for carrying me”, you say shyly.

“Mhm”, Yoongi nods his head.

“That’s uhm”, you begin, looking around the room. Small with lavender walls and a big queen sized bed which fills up almost the entire room. The duvet covers are fluffy and smell like laundry detergent. The furniture seems old, carrying marks of much use on their surfaces, “it’s quite cozy here.”

“Yeah.”

“Will you stay here?”

“No.”

“Oh, uhm.”

Tension fills the air and thankfully for your heart, Jungkook enters the room just this moment.

“How was your drive?” he asks.

“Good. We played some games”, you answer him, trying your hardest to make your voice sound normal.

“That sounds nice. Our drive was awful. I was happy when I finally got out and could go the other way”, he says, placing your suitcases on top of the chaise lounge. He claps into his hands and sighs contently, “there we go, all done.”

“Thank you, Kook.”              

“No worries”, he gives you a grin, “are you guys sleeping here?” he asks, looking around the room, “cozy.”

“I’m staying with you. She can sleep alone”, Yoongi says, making you lower your head.

Jungkook, who notices, laughs awkwardly.

“Yeah sure, uh sure. I’ll be downstairs then uhm, sleep well ___”, he says, fleeing the scene as quickly as possible.

The door falls closed.

You are alone with Yoongi.

With a racing heart, you look at him. He is studying your features, eyes weary in nervousness yet lips turned into a frown.

Is this your moment? Will you finally be able to talk it out with him?

You take a deep breath, readying yourself to speak. Yoongi however interrupts you before you can.

“Okay. Good night”, he says, turning his back to you to leave the room.

“Yoongi wait”, you say, hurrying to him and placing your hands over his, “don’t go yet.”

He looks at your hands resting there atop of his', clutching the doorknob tighter. 

“I want to tell you again that I’m sorry”, you say, “I’m so goddamn sorry.”

Yoongi looks at your face, “I know”, he says.

“I understand that you’re still angry at me.”

“I’m not angry at you. I’m disappointed.”

“Oh.”

You slip your hand from him, feeling sick in guilt. Having him be disappointed in you feels worse than him being angry at you. You understand him, you really do, but still it hurts so much to know.

“Please let me be alone”, he says quietly, “I can’t talk about it yet.”

You want to say that you understand, but you can’t make a sound. This feels as if he is breaking up with you.

“Do you want to leave me?” you ask quietly.

“No. I just need time for myself.”

“Are you sure?”

“Oh my god, ___”, he blurts out, “I’m trying.”

You fall silent, gawking at him with big eyes.

“I keep going back and forth. Keep going back and forth between wanting to be close to you like I’m a stupid fucking addict because, because fucking avoiding you hurts me. Like fuck, I’m so fucking dumb”, he spits, twisting his hand on his own hair, “but then when I’m close to you, all I think about is what you did and getting so fucking upset that I can’t bear to even look at you. Fuck.”

He drops his hand from his hair, gripping his own neck in an almost painful grasp. As if he needed something to hold on. He can’t look at you as he speaks.

“My biggest nightmare is to have to watch you bleed out”, he says, eyes filling with tears.

“Yoongi”, you whimper, trying to reach for him but he flees.

“To watch you bleed out and to know that the only way to save you is to feed you my blood. That’s my biggest nightmare. That I have to curse you with my hell, just so I wouldn’t lose you. And you made me experience it”, he says, throwing his hand over his mouth in order not to sob. He prances up and down, squeezing his own cheeks. “I’m so hurt that I can’t breathe”, he squeaks out.

“Yoongi, I’m sorry”, you croak out and he ends up squeezing his eyes shut. You watch it happening with a breaking heart.

For just a moment you think that he will lose control, but he doesn’t in the end. Like he taught himself over decades and decades, Yoongi gains back control. His eyes flit to you. They are still teary, but are filled with anger.

“I’ve been trying so hard to show you that I won’t fucking leave you even after what you did. But fuck, I need some time to be able to look at you again without wanting to…be…angry. So give me a fucking break. I need some time.”

He meets your eyes, gulping upon seeing the fear in them. He can smell it too, could do so the entire day, you are soaked in anxiety. True and painful anxiety.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that…” he exhales and puts tenderness into his voice, “I’m doing all I can emotionally do right now to assure you that I won’t leave you. I can’t do much more and I don’t want to stay because I know that if I did, I’d say things that I would regret. So please give me some time.”

“I understand that”, you take a step back, “I’m sorry for being pushy.”

“Thank you for understanding”, he says and turns to leave. 

“Yoongi wait.”

He turns with an exasperated gasp. Fuck, you did it again. You were clingy. 

“Sorry I was…just…forget it, I wanted to keep you here again. Just go. I’m sorry, I won’t keep you.”

“Thanks”, he says and turns away, “sleep well.”

“You too.” 

You watch him leave with a lump in your throat and your heart aching. You want to run after him, hold him and beg him to stay. But you shouldn’t. Yoongi needs his freedom right now. He needs you to understand, just as much as you are asking him to understand your actions. And you do understand, you really do. It is just so hard to watch someone you love so very much leave you with so much disappointment in their chests. 

“Fuck”, you press out once the door fell closed, squeezing your eyes shut in order not to cry miserably.

You just hope that he comes back soon. Please, don’t let this situation be too long.

You wake with the sun. The sound of cicadas and the ocean greets you. Seagulls and gentle waves. It would be such a beautiful thing to wake up to if your situation wasn’t so fucked up.

You peel yourself out of bed with heavy limbs, dragging yourself to the window to open it. The salt is heavy in the air, mixing with the scent of pines and the lavender which seems to grow in the garden which the window overlooks. Olive trees and old fruit trees grow in the garden alongside roses, vegetables and the already mentioned lavender. There is an earthen path winding its way through the garden, ending by a stone wall and a gate. There was a small beach behind the wall just close enough that you could see the waves crush the shore. The gate is currently open, allowing whoever wanted to visit the beach to reach it easily. It seems that Taehyung and Jimin took said opportunity. You can watch them climb over the dark rocks, both of them not wearing much more than bathing shorts and sunglasses. They are talking to each other.

This right here would feel like you entered paradise if everything wasn’t still as twisted as it was. You break away from the window with a sad sigh, deciding that you should look for the others before you fall into total despair.

The house of the witches turns out to have two floors. Your room was located upstairs. The interior of your room continues outside. Colourful walls, old and well loved furniture and the most beautiful handmade decorations greet you as you wander through the hallways in search of the stairs.

You get stopped before you could find them by a woman leaving one of the rooms. She stops and looks at you.

“Hello”, you say shyly, running your eyes up and down her body. Her skin was tanned from the sun, her hair was dark and reached her down to her waist. A long scarf holds it out of her face. Green fabrics were draped over her body as a dress and a necklace made with dried flowers adorned her neck.

“Hello”, she says and smiles, “are you one of our guests?”

“Yes. I’m ___.”

“Nice to meet you ___, I’m Jelena.”

“Nice to meet you, Jelena”, you say.

“Were you on your way downstairs?”

“Yes, but I don’t know where to go.”

“Follow me.”

You jog to catch up with her, walking by her side. She has a bounce in her steps and even with a relaxed expression she is smiling.

“You aren’t like our other guests are you?” she asks you.

“No. I’m human.”

“Human”, she studies your face intently, “human, I see. Well, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Are you a witch?”

“Yes, we are all witches here.”

“That’s really cool. Yoongi told me that you can help us with Namjoon.”

“At least we will try”, she says and laughs, “right down here”, she says and jogs down the stairs. Her naked feet make a soft sound on the stone, your own feet accompany the sound a little slower. You try not to run down unknown stairs, especially not with Yoongi’s blood still in your system. If you slipped and died only to come back a cursed vampire, Yoongi would never forgive himself.

“You have a very nice house”, you tell her once downstairs.

Bundles of herbs and flowers hang from the hand railings of the second floor balconies. Some seem to be freshly picked while others were in different stages of drying. Slices of oranges and apples dried right alongside them, mixing with the salty scent of the ocean.

“Thank you so much. We love it here a lot. Yoongi told me that you like to grow your own plants.”

“He told you that?”

“Yes. He made it sound as if you knew a lot.”

“Oh”, your cheeks feel on fire instantly. He talked about you to them. “I, I guess. I still have a lot to learn though.”

“One can’t learn enough, isn’t that right?”

“Yes. Totally. I think it’s fun to learn new stuff.”

“I agree. Now just through that door. Your friends must be eating breakfast if I’m not mistaken. They woke not that long ago. Except for your friends by the beach, they have been awake since sunrise”, she says, leading you through a kitchen.

The walls were made out of yellow painted stone with the ceilings rounded and decorated with more drying plants. A wooden oven was built right into the walls and the work counters were covered in glasses filled with what you assume to be magical potions. Two women were hurrying through the kitchen, slowing down when they notice your presence.

“Hello”, you greet them both.

“Hello”, they greet you.

“___, Suzy and Dragana. Suzy, Dragana this is ___”, Jelena introduces you to each other.

“Nice to meet you. You have such a beautiful home.”

“Thank you, we hope that you have a lovely time here”, Dragana says with a smile.

“I am sure that we will. Thank you for housing us.”

Suzy gives you a smile and then the loudly bubbling potion on the fire rips her attention from you. “Oh dear, oh dear that would have been a disaster”, she babbles to herself, stirring the red liquid vigorously.

“What happened?” Dragana asks her and then their conversation drowns out in your ears as Jelena continues her walk and you follow her.

“Is Suzy making potions?” you ask her.

“In a way. She is making tomato sauce, but her recipe tastes so good that it could be considered magic”, she says and snickers because of her joke.

“I see. I’m sorry for asking. I don’t really know how being a witch works. I hope I didn’t offend you.”

“Don’t worry, we are not shy to answer questions. So ask whatever you want to ask”, she assures you.

“Thank you.”

You have to walk under a tunnel of grapes and then a spacious sitting area reveals itself to your eyes. There are a total amount of eight tables scattered around the paved terrace and beds of lavender frame it. The tables, except for one, are unoccupied. Your friends sit by the occupied table, each wearing the darkest sunglasses imaginable.

They turn their heads to you. Hoseok lifts his hand and waves at you with squeaky sound effects and a bright grin. His bubbly greeting makes you feel better. His good mood is always so contagious.

“Good morning, guys”, you greet them.

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?” Seokjin asks you.

“I guess. And you?”

They tell you that they all slept well, except for Jungkook who spent the night talking with Yoongi. There is no sight of the latter. Jelena tells you that it is probably because he is in the shed with Meredith and then she says her goodbye as she herself needs to go to the shed.

“What shed is she talking about?” you ask them, sitting down on the chair Jungkook pulls out for you.

He sits down next to you once he made sure that you are comfortable.

“Apparently the witches have a shed where they make all the magical stuff that could be dangerous. Just in case it goes wrong, the whole house doesn’t burn down”, Hoseok explains.

“I see. That makes sense. So what is Yoongi doing there?”

“Helping them build the device which will help us capture Namjoon.”

“Oh? That sounds good. I didn’t even know that he knew how to do that.”

“Right? We were really surprised as well, but apparently he is really knowledgeable in magic.”

“Really? Thank you”, you thank Jungkook for preparing tea and continue talking, “he knows so much about everything. He is so cool.”

“Waah look at her. She’s totally into him”, Hoseok teases.

“Yeah obviously, he’s my boyfriend”, you throw back with faux annoyance in your voice.

Hoseok snickers. Seokjin does too.

You share a few moments of silence with each other. You fill your plate with the most delicious looking breakfast ever while the others busy themselves with finishing their own servings.

Seokjin sighs loudly and leans back in his chair, presenting his face to the sun.

“It’s beautiful here isn’t it?” he asks.

“Yes, it’s so nice”, Jungkook agrees, “I love the seaside so much.”

“Same.”

“Did you guys visit the beach already?” you ask them.

“Not yet. It’s occupied”, Seokjin says, “there would be a murder if I went down there now.”

Jungkook chuckles lazily and Emma smirks in agreement.

You know what he meant by that, feeling some of your morning sadness return.

“It’s all so twisted, isn’t it?” you ask them.

They look at you, then exchange a glance. Jungkook reaches out, rubbing your arm.

“Don’t be too sad, I promise you that it’s not as terrible as you think it is.”

“Are you sure? I don’t know.”

“I do. I talked to Yoongi and he just needs some time.”

“I know, but I’m so scared he’ll decide that he wants to break up.”

“He won’t. Trust me.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Really.”

Jungkook doesn’t lie. Not to you at least. And especially not about something like that. So to hear his reassuring words lessens a little bit of that pressure on your chest.

“Thank you”, you whisper, “I really want to go to him and apologise a million times, but I know that I shouldn’t.”

“I’m sure that he appreciates it a lot”, Hoseok says, “I think it’s really great of you that you respect his wish. It shows that you care a lot for him.”

“I do. I care so much.”

Hoseok smiles, “and I am sure that he knows that as well. Right Kookie?”

“He does. Although I hope that you guys talk soon. I can’t bear to watch you guys fight”, he says and pouts, “it’s like watching my parents fight.”

He cracks you up.

“Don’t call us your parents. We fucked multiple times, it makes it weird”, you say in a laugh.

“True. Sorry”, Jungkook says, flustering.

“I mean in a sense you can still be his Mommy and Daddy, it’s just the different type” Hoseok says, earning himself a slap on his arm by Seokjin.

“Why does your mind seriously always go there? You are such a perv”, he says while Hoseok laughs loudly.

Jungkook sneaks a shy glance at you, you do the same. You end up laughing as well.

“You’re so dumb sometimes, Hobi”, you say.

“I can’t argue with that”, Hoseok jokes, sending you some finger guns with a cute sound effect. He is so adorable.

The rest of breakfast feels nice. Conversation is mostly about how awesome this place is and your plans on going to the beach later. You clean up once breakfast is finished. Suzy and Dragana are still in the kitchen, telling you to put the dirty dishes in the sink because they will take care of it later. You go your separate ways, but decide to meet up once you are all washed up.

Hoseok knocks on your door when you are in the middle of putting on your shirt.

“Come in”, you call out, tugging it into your shorts.

“Are you naked? I hope you aren’t. I’m not looking”, he says, entering the room with his eyes covered.

“You can look. I wouldn’t have told you to come in otherwise.”

“Ah yeah, right”, Hoseok drops his hand, running his eyes up and down your body, “nice fit. I like the colours.”

“You do? Thank you. I feel like I have no clothes with me. I’ve been wearing the same bra for four days now.”

“Hey we’re on the road, you’re allowed to circle your outfits.”

“And yet I’ve never seen you wear the same outfit twice.”

“That’s because I have too many clothes with me”, he says and pulls a pose, “I have a reputation to keep up.”

You snicker, “of course you do. You look very handsome, Hobi. I like the fit.”

“Thank you, thank you”, he says and offers you his arm to hold, “let’s find the others, me lady.”

You hook arms with him, snickering because he is so funny.

You plan to go into the village together. Dragana told you that it offers an amazing market and a beautiful port to hang out at. So you want to check it out with the others.

Seokjin and Emma are waiting in the garden with a matching outfit. Jungkook is on his knees trying to take the perfect picture for them.

You and Hoseok wait by the sidelines until they are finished.

“Now take one of us”, Hoseok says, dragging you in front of the camera, “Kookie, take one of us”, he says and hugs you sideways, throwing one of his legs around you as well.

It makes you laugh. The shutter clicks, capturing the moment for all eternity.

“That picture is so pretty, wow both your smiles are so pretty”, Jungkook gasps, beaming at you.

Hoseok releases you and stretches his arms out, “go to her, I’ll take a pic of you guys.”

“Really?” Jungkook gasps, gazing at you.

“Come here, Kookie.”

He skips to you and places himself right beside you, grinning at the camera as big as he can.

“That’s perfect. You guys look so cute together”, Hoseok says, pulling the weirdest poses on the ground to truly capture your best sides, “now one where you’re hugging. Come on, give me that emotion.”

Jungkook hesitates in shyness and so you end up hugging his waist. He squeaks quietly, tensing up.

“Relax, you look like you don’t wanna be with her.”

“Sorry uhm sorry”, Jungkook stutters and finally wraps his arms around you, resting his cheek against your head.

“Yes! Cute! Oh you guys are so cute”, Hoseok exclaims, capturing the moment with perfection.

Jungkook breaks away from you afterwards instantly, keeping his eyes lowered shyly.

“I think that was really nice”, he says.

“I think so too”, you say.

Jungkook giggles and moves in, pressing a surprise kiss to your cheek. It paints heat to your face instantly, heart fluttering in your chest.

“You look really pretty”, he says.

“Thank you Kookie, you are so pretty too”, you whisper, looking into his sparkling eyes.

“You guys! You are so cute together. Look at that”, Hoseok says, showing you the secret picture he just took of the moment. Jungkook looks totally smitten for you while you are spilling over with fondness.

“I love those pictures. Please send them to me, I need to have them”, you gush.

“Me too please. I wanna put it as my lock screen”, Jungkook says, holding your hand tightly now that the nice pictures gave him a confidence boost.

“Of course, I’ll do it right away”, Hoseok says, opening Seokjin’s chats without asking.

“Hey. Don’t read my chats, they are private”, Seokjin complains, snatching his phone out of Hoseok’s hand, “I’ll send them to them.”

“Sorry”, Hoseok apologises.

You thank Seokjin once you receive the pictures. You also suggest saying your goodbye to Yoongi and the witches before you leave and they agree.

The doors to the shed are open. Chatter is lively. There are five witches with Yoongi. The latter is leaning over a table, having shrugged off his shirt and only working in a tanktop because of the immense heat in here. He was explaining something to Jelena but stops when he senses your presence.

“How are you guys doing? Any progress?” Hoseok asks.

“Lots. Thanks to Yoongi”, the witch next to the latter says, eyes flitting to you, “you must be ___. Yoongi told us a lot about you. Nice to meet you, I’m Meredith.”

“Nice to meet you too”, you say, glancing at Yoongi who is already busying himself with talking to Jelena. There is barely any distance between them and she keeps looking at his lips.

Meredith closes the distance between you and her.

“I am happy to have you as my guests. I hope that you are enjoying your stay here.”

“We are. You have such a lovely home. I really love your garden.”

“Thank you, this is very sweet”, she smiles, “you look dressed up. Are you planning to go somewhere?”

“Yes. We want to visit the market Dragana told us about.”

Yoongi lifts his head.

“Ah the market”, Meredith’s eyes light up, “you will love it a lot. It offers many useful things. We like to get our milk and eggs there.”

“I can imagine. It must be so nice to live such a life.”

“It is. I wouldn’t exchange it for any other life.”

Yoongi appears next to Meredith.

“You are leaving?” he asks.

“Yes. Why? Do you want to come with us?” Hoseok asks.

“I can’t. We have to fix up the device.”

“Yeah sure. Should we get you something from the market?”

“I don’t want you to leave”, Yoongi ignores Hoseok to address you instead.

“Mhm?”

Meredith excuses herself, hurrying back to the other witches in order not to eavesdrop on a clearly private conversation.

“I can’t hear if something happens when you’re at the market. I want you to stay on the grounds today.”

“Okay? Yes, sure. I understand. I’ll stay here.”

“Thank you”, he says, nodding his head, “you’ll be rid of it tomorrow.”

“I know, it’s okay.”

“Mhm.”

And with that he turns his back to you and walks back to the witches. You leave the shed, knowing that he won’t want to have any more conversation with you. The others follow you.

“What was that about? Are we not going to the market?” Hoseok asks.

“You guys can still go, but I guess I’ll stay here today.”

“Then we won’t go either. We won’t leave you here alone.”

“No please, I don’t want you guys to miss out on it.”

“We won’t. We can go another day”, Emma assures you.

“Hell yeah we can. Let’s make a nice day here”, Hoseok says, draping his arm over your shoulder, “should we go to the beach instead? Swim a little? I bet the water’s nice.”

“I’d love that. Thanks guys, I’m happy that you aren’t going without me.”

“Don’t mention it. It’s either all of us or none of us. I just don’t get why he wants you to stay here.”

“I guess he is scared that something could happen to me now that I have his blood in my system.”

“I forgot that already."

You sigh loudly, “this is all my fault.”

“Please don’t start again ___, it’s not”, Seokjin says.

“No, but what if Jimin’s right? What if I actually begged him to drink my blood? What if I forced him to feed me his blood? I can’t remember doing it, but is he right? What if I forced him?”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Taehyung told me that Jimin said that I initiated the thing in the club. What if I did? What if Jimin controlled my mind to think that he was the villain so I don’t have to live with the guilt? What if I was too drunk and remembered it wrongly?”

“You are seriously saying the stupidest stuff sometimes. Jimin said that to Taehyung to shift blame. All he wanted to do was to look good in Taehyung’s eyes”. Seokjin says, furrowing his brows so intensely deep creases form on his forehead.

“I don’t know anymore. It’s driving me fucking insane”, you choke out and touch your own head.

“How would that even work? Why would Jimin control your mind to forget shit like that? Please think for a moment, ___”, Seokjin says in a stern voice.

“Hey, don’t be so harsh to her”, Emma says.

“No, I’m pissed off”, Seokjin says, “stop trying to blame yourself. Yeah you fucked up when you gave Tae your blood, yeah maybe fucking Jimin wasn’t the best idea, but fucking hell stop trying to blame yourself for shit you didn’t even do and which couldn’t have happened logistically. Sorry if that sounded harsh, but it’s the truth.”

You glance at Seokjin. He was frowning at first, but softens his gaze when he sees the sadness in your eyes. He steps closer.

“Hey”, he says, caressing your cheek, “I am here for you, you know? I just don’t want you to hurt yourself by feeling guilty over stuff which never happened. It’s unfair to yourself, please treat yourself gently not with so much unnecessary hate.”

“I know”, you whisper, “I don’t know what else to say. I’m just…tired. Really fucking tired.”

Seokjin sneaks a glance at the others. They think the same he does. They close the distance between you and them and hug you, sharing comfort that way.

“Then it’s seriously best that we stay here. We should relax and take it easy. We can have a nice day at the beach and stop thinking about stuff which never happened, yeah?” Emma says.

“We can eat snacks and play games and nap in the shade”, Hoseok says, “that sounds like fun, doesn’t it?”

“It does”, Jungkook says, rubbing your back, “and you have to swim with me, ___. You can even hang onto me, I’ll do all the moving.”

“Do I have to? The water’s so cold.”

“I’ll keep you warm, promise.”

“Fine”, you give up with a huff of air, “thank you guys, I know I’m a lot.”

“___, treat yourself gently”, Seokjin warns, giving you a soft squeeze.

“I’m sorry, yeah. Thank you for being there for me, guys”, you correct yourself and it felt good to do. It felt really fucking good not to put yourself down for once.

The day at the beach turns out to be way more fun than any day at the market could have ever been. Jungkook manages to get you into the water with him and eventhough you squeaked about the temperature at first, you had a great time with him. Hoseok joined you the second time you went for a swim and this time around, he was the one squeaking about the cold temperatures. Seokjin and Emma joined you for your third round. Jungkook proceeded to chase Seokjin with some algae while the latter called him a punk and screeched for Emma’s help. Emma merely laughed and continued chatting with you and Hoseok. You have lunch in the garden with the witches. After lunch you spend the time in the gardens, playing badminton and a round of soccer where Jungkook gets way too competitive and proceeds to call Seokjin a cheater for winning. It was hilarious to watch because Seokjin kept teasing him while Jungkook acted like the sorest yet cutest loser. By sunset hours, you fled back inside, helping the witches cook dinner and chatting about life here. Apparently the coast and its surrounding mountains were covered in little villages and estates such as the coven’s estate. There was a big community of witches, vampires and humans living together in peaceful synergy. The vampires along this coast are on a diet consisting of animal blood and blood bags and as a thank you the humans and witches here willingly donated a few bags of blood per month to help them out. Even the wolves living here get along with the vampires and just next month there will be the first human-wolf wedding between two of the villagers. The entire coastline and mountain is invited to the wedding and the witches look forward to it with great excitement. They will be responsible for the fireworks. All of magical nature of course without any harm to the environment.

You eat dinner outside with the crickets accompanying you and great laughter hanging in the air.

Taehyung and Jimin aren’t present for any of it.

Neither is Yoongi.

The feeling of their absence finally comes back to you once you are in bed all alone and with nothing to stop your bad thoughts from coming back. You had a good day, but how good was it really when everything was still so ruined? You try to fall asleep with that thought but can’t in the end. You text Hoseok, asking him to come to your room. 

He is by your door five minutes later, knocking gently. 

“Come in.”

He enters the room. A white flowy t-shirt and blue striped boxer briefs adorn his body. His hair is let down and his skin glowy from his excessive skincare routine.

“Hey there”, he says, “are you okay? Why did you text me?”

“Hobi, can you stay here tonight? I don’t wanna be alone.”

“Yeah of course, what’s up? Wanna talk about it?” he asks as he hurries to your bed. He steps out of his fluffy slippers and crawls under the blanket with you. 

“It’s just the same thing over and over again. I feel like all of this is my fault and I’m angry at myself and fucking sad because Yoongi and Tae are upset with me.”

“Yeah, I get you”, Hoseok caresses your hand softly, “tomorrow’s going to be a new day and won’t hurt as much anymore.”

“I don’t think it will. I feel so broken.”

“I get it”, he gives you a sorry smile, “do you want to hug?”

You nod your head. 

“Com’ere”, Hoseok says, closing the distance between you and him to cradle you against his chest. His body feels warm for a change, courtesy of the witches giving them their blood earlier today. He smells good. Fresh, warm and manly. He always smells so heavenly. Hoseok runs his fingers up and down the back of your head, resting his other arm around your waist. 

“You know”, he begins, “I suck at words, so sorry if my advice sucks, but I think you should listen to what Seokjin said today. Jimin lied to get out of the mess.” 

“You think so?”

“Yeah. You’re wearing your magic ring and Jimin’s really unpredictable. Of course he bit you and force fed you, it fits his character.”

“Yeah, I know. I think that I said those things because I just want to make sense of everything.”

“Yeah I get it. You can rant to me if you want to, I can listen really well.”

“No, I don’t want to talk. I just wanna be held and fall asleep. I’m so bloody tired of being awake.”

“Okay, I can do that too”, Hoseok says and shifts his head into a position which would allow him to kiss your forehead. He hesitates, looking at you with weary eyes.

You crane your neck, locking eyes with him.

“What?” you ask him.

“I just wanted to give you a kiss, but I don’t know if that’s good with you”, he says.

“Yeah”, you say, returning to your previous position, “it’s okay.”

“Nice”, Hoseok says and finally kisses your forehead, listening to the deep exhale of relief you do because of it. He pulls you closer afterwards, drawing nonsense patterns on your back.

“Thank you, Hobi”, you whisper, closing your eyes as you hide away in the comfort of his chest, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, ___”, Hoseok whispers, allowing his eyes to fall close.

You fall asleep in his arms minutes later, while Hoseok still stays awake for a little, listening to your calm heartbeat and slow breathing.

 Hoseok is gone when you wake the next morning, but he left a note on the pillow for you which tells you that he had to leave early because he promised Seokjin and Jungkook to go for a run together. You didn’t mind that you woke up without him. Being held tonight felt healing to your broken heart.

Like yesterday you open the windows, looking at the beach. It was empty today. The garden was empty as well. You woke earlier than you did yesterday. You offered the witches your help when you ran in on them making breakfast, but they declined you and told you to take a walk because the weather was amazing. You did so barefooted just as Jelena suggested, enjoying the warm temperature of the ground under your toes.

You stop when you are by the fountain just at the west end of the garden. Yoongi is sitting on its edge.

He turns, sensing your presence like he always does.

“Sorry. I didn’t notice you here. I swear I wasn’t trying to invade your privacy”, you say.

“It’s fine”, he says, running his eyes up and down your body.

“Sorry again. I’ll leave you to your sitting. It’s so nice here, isn’t it?”

“It is”, Yoongi lifts his hand and points at the mountain. It is so close to the house that it almost takes up all of your vision, “how far do you think you can see from there?”

“I don’t know. Probably really far.”

You shimmy from one foot to the other, fumbling with your fingers. Yoongi turns away from you and pats the spot next to him. You hurry to him instantly, sitting down with a racing heart.

“The sun rises behind that mountain. I watched it happening.”

“You did? You must have been awake really early then.”

“I never fell asleep.”

“I see.”

“My blood’s outta your system.”

“I know.”

“You can go to the market today.”

“I know. Do you want to come with us?”

“No. I want to stay here.”

“Okay. I respect that.”

Yoongi sneaks a glance at you.

“I do”, you insist.

“Mhm”, he looks at the mountain.

You do the same. You really want to bring up what Jimin did and you want to apologise again and tell him how awful you feel, but you know better than to do that. Yoongi may sit with you right now, but this is not your invitation to start the conversation. So you try to make small talk, hoping that you are allowed to do so.

“You told the witches that I like gardening.”

“I did.”

“Did you tell them more about me?”

He glances at you.

“Sorry. I know it doesn’t have to interest me”, you backtrack now that you realised how self absorbed that sounded. You however just wanted to know whether or not it is safe to say that he is your partner.

“They know that we’re together if that’s what you wanted to know”, Yoongi says.

“I did.”

“Mhm.”

You glance at his face. He is sloughing which he never does and his eyes look so fallen in and puffy. Has he been crying?

“Yoongi, I’m-”

“If you’re gonna apologise again, I’m getting up”, he interrupts you.

“I was, I just- fuck sorry, I won’t do it”, you murmur.

He doesn’t say anything and touches the side of his neck in soothing.

“You uhm”, you begin because you are fucking greedy for conversation. Not because of selfish reasons, but because you are scared that if you shared silence he would realise how little he actually cared for you and then you would lose him, “are you having neck problems?”

“It’s just tense, it’s fine.”

“I could massage it for you if you want to.”

“I said it’s fine.”

“Okay, sorry yeah. Uhm…are you going to fix up the device again?”

“Yes.”

“That’s cool. Are you far already?”

“No.”

“I see. I bet you’ll make lots of progress today.”

“We’ll see”, he says dryly and takes out something from his pocket. He opens his palm, revealing a delicate ring to you. It was made out of gold and had a blue crystal in the middle. “I had Meredith enchant it. Wear it.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You’re not wearing your ring anymore.”

You glance at your empty finger. You were too preoccupied with everything happening that you hadn’t even noticed. Holy fuck.

“Thank you”, you whisper and accept the ring. His fingertips brush your skin when he places it into your palm. The simple touch leaves you aching because of how much you miss him.

Yoongi eyes your hand as you slip the ring on. It is too big for your finger at first, but shrinks to perfect size once you slipped it on. It is so comfortable that you don’t feel it.

“Huh?” you let out. That didn’t happen with the other ring.

“It’s made for you”, he says, “only you can wear it, it won’t slip off and only you can decide when to take it off. Give me your hand.”

You present your hand to him. Yoongi wraps his fingers around the ring and tugs strong enough that you have to follow the movement with your arm. The ring doesn’t budge one bit.

Yoongi releases the ring.

“You try”, he says.

“O-okay”, you say and put your fingers on the ring. The ring grows again, allowing you to slide it off easily, “holy fuck.”

“Yeah. Nobody can fuck with you anymore, unless you allow it.”

“I won’t allow it anymore”, you say, slipping the ring back on, “unless it’s you.”

Yoongi glances at your face, hiding the surprise with a blink of his eyes. He doesn’t say anything and looks back at the mountain.

“Thank you”, you say, “for looking out for me.”

“I said that I would keep you safe, didn’t I?”

“You did and I don’t take it for granted. So thank you.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi hums and places his hand on the stone next to yours.

You tense up when you feel his pinkie finger brush against yours. Once. It was probably a mistake. Twice. You glance at your hands with bated breath. Yoongi runs his pinkie down again. Holy shit, he is doing it on purpose. Feeling encouraged and with a racing heart, you reach out and hook your pinkie with his’.

He doesn’t show a change in posture, nor a change in expression, merely his pinkie closing around yours lets you know that he wanted this to happen.

And you feel close to passing out. Your heart tells you to break into tears and to fall around his neck and never let him go again. Your brain tells you to speak your truth and apologise a million more times. Your body is too weak and overwhelmed by this simple show of affection to act on any of those things. You are paralysed, left to stare at the mountain with a racing heart whilst wishing for time to never pass.

Yoongi turns, making you turn as well. You turn just in time to watch the others push and pull each other as they are trying to flee before you could notice them. You hear Hoseok whisper something along the lines of “they’re talking guys, let’s piss off.”

“We know that you’re here”, Yoongi says.

They stop, gawking at you with widened eyes.

“Oh guys? Oh hey wow you are here?? We didn’t even notice you here”, Hoseok lies, laughing nervously.

“You’re a shit liar, Hoba”, Yoongi says dryly.

“Ah yeah. Hah”, Hoseok touches the side of his neck.

“We didn’t want to disturb you”, Jungkook says.

“It’s okay. I’m leaving anyways”, Yoongi says, standing up, “have fun at the market today”, he says, strutting away with his hands hidden in his pockets.

You ache. You weren’t ready to let go yet.

The others wait until he is far away enough, hurrying to you quickly.

“And? Are you guys good again?”

“I don’t know. We didn’t talk about that.”

“So he doesn’t know about Jimin?” Seokjin asks.

“I just…didn’t think it was the right time.”

“Oh ___.”

“Please don’t be angry at me. I just don’t want to pressure him into having to talk to me. We, we hooked pinkies and, and it felt so nice that I didn’t want to ruin it.”

“You hooked pinkies? That’s so romantic”, Jungkook gasps.

“I didn’t wanna ruin that”, you whisper, looking at Seokjin.

Seokjin sighs in defeat, “I get it. Fine, I won’t say something again.”

“Thank you.”

“Should we get breakfast and then go to the market? I bet it’s better than to sit here and be sad, isn’t it?”

“Yes, I’d like that.”

The market turns out to be as lovely as Jelena described it. You buy lots of delicious food and share it by the port whilst talking about Hoseok’s time with Annelise. She was a sweet woman until she went off the rails. Hoseok was angry at her for the longest of times, but isn’t these days. He wishes for her recovery and hopes that she will find happiness. He then proceeded to joke way too much, which let all of you know that he was embarrassed about being too emotional. You didn’t call him out and laughed at his silly jokes. On your way back to the house, you stumbled upon a bookshop and you insisted on visiting it. You came out of it with three new books, planning on reading them once you are home.

You return to the house in the late hours of the evening. You went sightseeing to a nearby mountain village, walking up small windy roads for way too many hours. The view was totally worth it. As was the incredible food you ate at a small restaurant up there. The owner instantly knew that your friends were vampires, welcoming them with a glass of blood on the house. The owner turned out to be a werewolf called Petar who is running the restaurant with his wife and son. He chatted about life here, resting his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder the entire time whilst rubbing his own belly mindlessly. Jungkook was nervous at first, but relaxes once he realises that he meant no harm in it and that this is simply how Petar the werewolf tells his stories. Petar called life here peaceful. He said that he spent many years in the big cities and that he hated the fighting between the different groups and so he moved here to find peace. He loved life here and he loved that the communities lived together in harmony. He hopes that the generations coming after him will have the same simple yet harmonious life as he and his wife had. Petar then proceeded to dish out the most incredible lobster you have ever eaten and sent you on your journey back home with a bottle of his daughter’s homebrewed Rakija.

Emma and Seokjin disappear in their room once home and won’t be seen for the rest of the evening. Yes, Hoseok made a horny comment before they left and Seokjin did slap his arm in punishment while Emma rolled her eyes fondly. Hoseok soon disappeared in his room as well and he won’t be seen for the rest of the evening.

Jungkook stays with you, offering his thigh for your head to rest upon as you read while he scrolled through his phone.

“You’re back.”

You and Jungkook lift your heads simultaneously. Yoongi is standing in the doorway.

“We are.”

“Good.”

“Do you want to sit with us?” Jungkook asks.

Yoongi sneaks a glance at you. You sneak a glance at Yoongi. Jungkook almost wants to yell because you both look so desperate for each other.

“I’m still busy”, Yoongi says and Jungkook swears he almost called him an idiot. He is yearning for you and yet he doesn’t want to accept it. Oh Jungkook is so angry at his stubbornness. He should get his head out of his butt and talk to you.

“That’s okay. You work so hard”, you say and Jungkook swears he almost called you an idiot. Your scent is soaked in yearning and yet you pretend that you are okay with giving him his space. Oh Jungkook is so angry at your good will. You should be disrespectful just once and kiss Yoongi until he feels dizzy.

Stupid fight! Jungkook hates this so much!

“Thanks”, Yoongi says, “sleep tight you two.”

“You too.”

Yoongi leaves. You settle against Jungkook. And Jungkook almost throws something. If this tiptoeing around each other continues, this stupid fight will last forever. Jungkook forces himself not to huff out air in frustration. He has to do something. He can’t watch idly by.

“Hey ___, I think I’m gonna go to sleep now. I’m really tired.”

“Oh? So soon already?”

“Sorry, the day was really long.”

“Oh yeah sure”, you sit up, “sleep tight, sweets.”

Jungkook kisses your cheek, “you too, baby.”

And with that he leaves, deciding to use the entire night to come up with a plan on how to get you and Yoongi to talk to each other.

You proceed to fall asleep on the couch twenty minutes later with the book in your hands, sleeping for a good two hours before you wake again to the sound of your phone.

“Urgh god. I fell asleep”, you groan, sitting up and reaching for your phone.

Kookie is calling

You pick up immediately.

“Hey Kookie, what’s up? Why are you calling me in the same house?”

“___ can you please help me?” his voice sounds strained as if he was in pain.

You jerk up in alarm, dropping the book on the floor without caring.

“What happened? Where are you? Are you okay?” your voice is raised in worry.

“No. I, I need your help, please. It hurts so much, m-my head.”

“Holy fuck”, you jump to your feet, running out of the room even if you have no idea where to go, “where are you? I’m coming.”

“The, the���.”, his voice is slow, weak, “the attic room…help me…please…”

“I’m coming, Kookie. Hold on, okay? I’m coming.”

“Thank…you”, Jungkook whispers and then the line cuts.

You drop your phone on a random dresser, running through the house. You take two steps at a time, jump over folds in the carpets, dodge pieces of furniture. Your heart is pounding, but you don’t care. Jungkook is in pain and you need to get to him.

The stairs to the attic room croak under your aggressive steps, but you barely even hear the sound. The door is so in reach. Leaned closed, it lets out the shine of a weak light source. You throw it open. Candles are scattered in the room, illuminating your way.

“Jungkook?!” you call out, “I’m here! Where are you?”

Silence answers you.

“Please say something! Where are you?”

You have reached the end of the room. There is a huge round window in front of you, its glass is tinted in colours of reds and greens, showcasing a rose bush. There is a mattress in front of it with dozens of throw pillows on it. Pink rose petals and violet lavender buds are scattered over the sheets. But no Jungkook.

“Where are you? Kookie?”

You twist and turn. He isn’t here. Where is he?

“Jungkookie!” someone else calls out his name, stumbling through the threshold, “I’m here, hyungie’s here!”

You feel nervous instantly.

Yoongi stops, staring at you with widened eyes.