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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Seokjin | Jin Characters: Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Seokjin | Jin Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, pre-enlistment, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Love/Friendship, Unresolved Emotional Tension, background vmin, ot7 found family feelings Summary:

“You’re like a masseuse,” Seokjin exhales when Hoseok keeps touching him. The lines next to his mouth pinch up and straighten out– there for Hoseok to look at and think about touching as well, and then gone. “I should have been capitalizing on this all these years.” “I’m at your service now,” Hoseok says, instead of “don’t say that,” which is what he’s thinking.

[melancholy-of-nadia]

love u lately (m) #11 | myg/knj/pjm

title: love u lately​ chapter title: #11 - love u lately pairing: yoongi x f. reader, namjoon x f. reader, jimin x f. reader (yoonminjoon x f. reader) rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; college/university au , pseudo frat! bts; best friends! yoonminjoon friends to lovers; summary: jin, hoseok, taehyung and jungkook leave the house to you, jimin, namjoon and yoongi for the next few hours after yoongi's kbbq birthday dinner. perhaps now that you four have decided to be together, there's only one thing left to do to really seal the deal. warnings:  HEAVY SMUT (if you are a minor, please leave immediately. idk why you would be here in the first place as the story has been smut all long!), the long awaited FOURSOME, oh god how will i touch upon all the things in this, french kissing, SLIGHT mlm mentions/exploration, blowjob, breast play, eating out, multiple orgasms, creampies, cum play?, multiple positions, dirty talk, pet names, rough s*x, soft s*x, tears from deep throat, reassurance, and consent, slight size kink if you wink, double vag*nal pen*tration, hickeys, good ending, playful banter from yoonminjoon, A LOT OF FLUFF, DEEP TALKS, WE HAVE ONE MORE CHAPTER PEOPLE! note: @daegudrama has been the hero editor of this fic series. please all send her love to her fics as well!! she is an amazing writer!!! total word count: 8.1k drop date:  June 28th, 2024, 2PM PST cross posted on AO3 here ← #10 | Series Masterlist | #12

March 9 [Saturday]

“Sometimes I can’t believe you guys are so down bad for me to be doing this.” You say, muffled as you are squished in a hug between Namjoon and Yoongi on the living room couch.

It's early in the morning, but sleep has eluded you, replaced by the bubbling excitement over your poly relationship with your three best friends. Unable to stay in bed any longer, you crept downstairs and started watching an episode of One Piece on Netflix, which Jimin and Taehyung convinced you to watch. You’re barely a few episodes into the Alabasta Arc, but you fear you’ll never make it to the most recent arcs, hundreds of episodes away. To your surprise, you weren't the only one not feeling tired anymore. Your three best friends had the same idea, joining you one by one. Now, you’re sandwiched between two of them, while Jimin sits contentedly on the floor in front of you, leaning back against your legs.

"I don't see any issue with it," Yoongi says nonchalantly, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck. "We love you, after all."

Namjoon nods in agreement, with one arm around you and his other hand resting comfortably on your thigh. "Exactly. Plus, we wanted to be in this poly relationship!"

Jimin chuckles from his spot on the floor, turning his head to look up at you. "And who wouldn't want to be down bad for you? You're pretty cute, you know."

You feel your cheeks heat up at their words, a warm glow spreading through you. "You guys are too sweet," you murmur, reaching down to ruffle Jimin's hair affectionately.

“Let’s just hope we don’t scare Namjoon out of this.” Jimin snickers. “We already had a threesome, just to let you know.” He turns to him and wiggles his eyebrows.

You turn to see Namjoon’s eyes widen for a few seconds. Wait, was this ever mentioned to him? You thought you already mentioned it to him before, but it seems like you hadn’t. None of you had. Fuck... 

A small internal panic occurs between the three of you.

Despite the sudden revelation, Namjoon doesn’t falter. “And? That’s not going to scare me away.” He smirks, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “If anything, it just makes things more interesting.” 

You raise an eyebrow, feeling a playful spark ignite in the air. “Oh, really?” you tease, leaning closer to him, your lips brushing against his ear. “Are you saying you’re down for a foursome?”

Namjoon’s smirk widens as he turns to face you, his gaze intense. “If you guys want, I’ll try anything. Just say the word and I’m down,” he murmurs, his voice low and seductive. His hand slides a little higher on your thigh, sending a shiver through you.

Your heart races at his words, excitement and desire mixing in a heady cocktail. “You guys are unbelievable,” you say, your voice letting out a sigh. “But I guess that’s why I love you.”

Yoongi’s hand moves to cup your chin, lifting your face to his. “We love you too,” he says, and then his lips are on yours, kissing you deeply, possessively. “But you better love me more today because it’s my birthday.” He teases.

“Of course, my love.” You reply to him cutely, making the other two roll their eyes in slight jealousy of Yoongi today.

++++++

“Everyone! Aside from celebrating Yoongi’s 21st birthday tonight, I have gathered you here at Baekjeong KBBQ to announce some big news!” 

All the guys from the Beta Tau Sigma house turn to look at you, who has gotten up from your seat. Namjoon, seemingly knowing what you’re going to say, begins to panic and quickly signals you to sit back down. You give him a puzzled look before realizing that you can’t just announce that you’re in a polycule with your three guy best friends at a restaurant. Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung laugh when your excited demeanor deflates once you sit back down in realization.

“We decided to be together…” you mumble, your words trailing off. Your face feels hot as embarrassment overcomes you, but all the guys think that’s adorable. This is so embarrassingly anticlimactic!

“Good for you. Now, can you pass over that big piece of short rib-eye on your side?” Seokjin says seriously, his deadpan request making the other guys burst out giggling.

You sigh and use your chopsticks to grab the piece, placing it on Seokjin’s plate. Yoongi, sitting next to you, puts his arm around you, pulling you closer and kissing your temple.

“Don’t worry, love, he’s just jealous he isn’t getting any pussy,” Yoongi snides, his tone playful. The comment sends another wave of laughter around the table.

“Shut the fuck up, I totally am!” Seokjin barks back, but the guys stare at him in disbelief, their skepticism obvious.

“Sure, hyung, whatever helps you sleep at night,” Taehyung teases, winking at him.

The laughter and chatter continue around the table, making the atmosphere cozy and lively. Namjoon, still chuckling, reaches over to turn the meat on the grill, the sizzling sound blending with the background noise of the bustling restaurant.

“So, you guys really decided to be together?” Jungkook asks, popping a piece of marinated beef into his mouth, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

You look at Yoongi, who gives you an encouraging nod. “Yep,” you repeat, feeling a bit more confident this time. “Me, Yoongi, Namjoon, and Jimin. We’re trying out this polycule thing.”

The guys blink at you, taking the time to actually process your words. Hoseok is the first to react, his eyes widening with excitement. “Whoa, that’s actually really cool! So, like, you’re all dating each other?”

You nod, feeling the initial awkwardness dissipate. “Yeah? Technically. it’s a bit unconventional, but we think it could work for us.”

Jimin, who’s been quietly enjoying his food, finally chimes in. “It’s something we’ve all talked about with her first and agreed on. We want to make it work.”

You recall about 12 hours earlier, when you, Namjoon, Jimin and Yoongi talked early in the morning about the shared agreement to start this polycule. You all knew you should announce it to the other residents at your not-so-frat house, which you so excitedly tried to bring up, albeit at the wrong place.

Seokjin, chewing thoughtfully on a piece of short rib, finally swallows and gives a nod of approval. “As long as you’re all happy and on the same page, that’s what matters. Plus, it’s not like any of us are in a position to judge your relationships anyways.” 

“Exactly,” Namjoon adds, his voice steady and reassuring. “We’re all here to support each other, no matter what.”

Yoongi tightens his arm around you, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your shoulder. “And we’ll figure things out as we go. We’ve said communication is key.”

Jungkook, ever the curious one, leans forward, resting his chin on his hand. “So, how does this work? Will you, like, all go on dates together, or will you split your time?”

You laugh, appreciating Jungkook’s genuine interest. “We’re going to figure that part out. It’s going to be a learning experience, not gonna lie.”

Taehyung, always the romantic, sighs dreamily. “I think it’s beautiful. Love doesn’t have to fit into a box. As long as it’s real, that’s what counts.”

The server arrives with another platter of meat, breaking the contemplative mood, but leaves soon after. Seokjin eagerly takes the tongs and starts placing the meat on the grill, the sizzling sound bringing everyone back to the present.

“So are you guys going to sexile us after this or…?” Taehyung asks bluntly, his words cutting through the laughter and conversation.

You start choking on your kimchi from the shock of his question, your face turning red. Jimin quickly pats your back, trying to help you breathe again, his eyes wide with concern.

“Taehyung!” Namjoon yells, his voice stern and disbelieving.

“It’s an honest question!” Taehyung defends himself, holding up his hands. “Hoseok and I were already planning to go frat house hopping tonight anyway.”

Seokjin, shaking his head, rolls his eyes. “I’ve got to go to a bar fundraising event for Kappa Psi Pi since I’m the president, after all.” He ends his words sarcastically, groaning as he finishes.

“And I’m tagging along because he said there would be cute girls from the frat there, and I can’t miss that!” Jungkook exclaims, a cheeky grin spreading across his face. 

The tension eases, and you finally catch your breath, giving Taehyung a half-amused, half-exasperated look. “O-Okay then maybe give us two and half hours and then you’re free to come home?”

Now, it’s Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin’s turns to start choking dramatically on their food, drawing the attention of surrounding tables. Jungkook, Taehyung, Jin, and Hoseok make sounds of awe at your boldness. Yoongi immediately grabs a cup of cold tea and downs it, while Jimin and Namjoon opt for downing a shot each.

“Jesus… fucking… Christ… Y/N,” Yoongi exclaims, exasperated.

You smirk at them, feeling a mix of amusement and satisfaction at their reactions.

“Hey, if we’re going to do this, we might as well have some fun, right?” you say, trying to keep a straight face as you meet their stunned gazes.

Jungkook chuckles, shaking his head. “Damn, Y/N, you really know how to keep things interesting.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Taehyung adds, a wide grin spreading across his face. “I’m impressed.”

Seokjin, still recovering from his own laughter, nods. “Alright, two and a half hours it is. We’ll make ourselves scarce.”

Hoseok leans back in his chair, giving you a thumbs-up. “Just make sure to clean up after yourselves. I don’t want to come back to the house smelling like sex and cum.”

You giggle, feeling happy that the guys are supportive of everything despite initial worries. Yoongi, Namjoon, and Jimin exchange glances, their initial shock giving way to amusement and a shared understanding.

“Alright, alright,” Namjoon concedes, still a bit red in the face. “We’ll take it one step at a time.”

Jimin shakes his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You really are something else, Y/N.”

Yoongi, finally regaining his composure, leans in closer to you. “You never cease to surprise me,” he murmurs, a hint of admiration in his voice.

The evening continues with more laughter and teasing, the air filled with the mouthwatering aroma of grilled meat and the sound of clinking glasses. You raise your own glass once more, toasting to the unique and wonderful dynamic you share with your lovers.

++++++

The four of you come home, while the others decide to go elsewhere unanimously. You can’t believe they all agreed to let you guys have the house to yourselves for the next few hours…and to have a foursome much less. 

Before you parted ways at the restaurant, leaving in Jimin’s car to head back home, Taehyung said, “Good luck with the foursome. Don’t be too loud, alright? Let us know when you’re done!” He winked, a playful grin on his face, as he rushed toward Jungkook’s car where the other 3 guys were calling out to him.

You guys haven’t even decided if it is going to happen tonight. 

You’re going to owe the guys big time.

But now you are filled with nerves as you sit on your bed with Namjoon to your right and Jimin on your left, while Yoongi remains standing in front of you.

“A-Are we actually doing this right now?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

“If you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to,” Namjoon reassures, his voice gentle and soothing. He reaches out, taking your hand in his. “We’re here because we love and care about you, not because we want to pressure you into anything.”

Yoongi nods, his expression softening. “We can just hang out and watch a movie if that’s what you prefer,” he says, patting the bed. “Save this for another time!”

Jimin smiles at you, his eyes full of understanding. “Right! Like Hyung said! Whatever you’re comfortable with! We’re here for you, no matter what.”

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. “I know,” you say, your voice wavering slightly. “I am willing to do this, but I just...I want to make sure this is something we all want.”

“We wouldn’t be here if we didn’t want this,” Yoongi says softly, reaching out to touch your arm. “But we mostly care about you wanting this too.”

You look at each of them in turn, seeing nothing but love and reassurance in their eyes as they nod along to Yoongi’s words. “Okay,” you say, finally letting out the breath you’d been holding. “I want this too. I need to hear that you’re all on the same page too.”

Namjoon squeezes your hand gently. “We are. We’re in this together, Tiny.” The other two nod in response.

You nod, feeling a bit of the tension leave your body. “Alright,” you say, smiling nervously and taking a deep breath. “Let’s take it slow, okay?”

The three men lean in towards you, starting with Jimin peppering your neck with kisses and fondling your left breast. Namjoon takes note of the younger man’s actions and copies the same movements, with his lips on your jawline and his hand kneading your right breast slightly harder. Yoongi takes the opportunity to go directly for your lips first, his hand on your thigh as it inches closer until he’s under your dress and rubbing your panty-covered clit.

His lips feel incredibly soft against yours, the gentle pressure sending shivers down your spine. You moan softly into Yoongi's mouth, your body responding to the multitude of sensations. Not wanting to miss out on your lips too, Namjoon and Jimin inch closer, their eyes dark with desire. and then, suddenly, you're sharing a four-way kiss.

It's like a dance of lips and tongues, a medley of tastes and textures. Yoongi's kisses are gentle yet insistent, a contrast to Namjoon's firmer, more dominant touch. Jimin's approach is playful and teasing, his lips brushing against yours and the others', adding an element of unpredictability to the mix.

You always can’t help but feel turned on seeing their own tongues make contact with one another. You make a mental note to bring this up in the future.

But the intoxicating feeling brings you back to the situation you’re in, making your head spin in the most delightful way. Your hands reach out, finding purchase on Namjoon's broad shoulders and Jimin's firm chest. Yoongi pulls away from the kiss, but his hands continue his skilled ministrations on your swollen clit and beneath your dress.

He leans down, spreads your legs open, and slides your panties to the side, directly flicking your clit back and forth.

“Such a pretty pussy, just for us.” Yoongi chuckles, lust taking over him.

Jimin and Namjoon pull away from the kiss as well, deciding to nibble at your ear while  continuing to massage your breasts.

“That’s our baby.” Namjoon whispers in your ears.

“Hyung, help me undress her,” Jimin says with an impatient. “Darling looks so much better naked.” He winks at you, which makes you blush. If this were any other time, you’d die of embarassment, but being bared to Yoongi like this right now, nothing else matters.

Namjoon unzip the back of your cherry spaghetti strap sundress, and the two men push the straps down your arms and chest to reveal you’re braless, with only pebbled nipples out in the open. 

“Wearing no bra out to KBBQ with the other guys? You’re such a minx.” Jimin giggles.

“S-Shut up! Bras don’t look go– A-Ah…!” You argue back, and he suddenly leans down and latches onto your nipples, sucking them with his plump lips. You squirm in response, feeling Jimin’s tongue tease and flick your left nipple. You place a hand on the back of his head, indulging as you push him further into your chest. 

Namjoon quickly follows by pressing his tongue against your right nipple, flicking at it in a desperate attempt to get it harder. His lips lick against your breast and suckle at your tit. Lovely, warm strokes follow, with your whines snuffed by biting at your lower lip.

Yoongi’s impatience to see you come undone takes over as he watches you three. He proceeds to slide off your panties, as well as the remaining half of your dress scrunched at your waist, and hastily opens your legs further. He wastes no time diving in to lick at your cunt.

Your eyes widen with surprise at the sudden invasion. Yoongi’s tongue darts out, swirling around your clit and then sliding down to taste your folds before pushing inside you. You moan softly, your hands reaching out for something to grasp again. Yoongi wraps his arms around your thighs, holding you close as he continues his exploration. You can feel his warm breath on your sensitive skin, a contrast to the coolness of the room.

"F-Fuck Yoongi…feels so good," you manage to gasp out, your eyes fluttering closed and your hands automatically going to Namjoon's shoulders.

“Just wait until I make you cum.” He smiles, his signature slight lopsided smile giving you goosebumps. That’s the confident Min Yoongi talking, and you are definitely scared. Yoongi pulls away from your pussy, opting to insert two fingers inside your throbbing pussy. He begins thrusting them inside and out at a rapid pace. Each thrust of his fingers drives you closer to the edge, and your body responds eagerly to the relentless pleasure he is giving you along with what Jimin and Namjoon are doing. You feel your juices coat his fingers, the slickness allowing him to move even faster. The pressure builds within you, a tight coil of desire ready to snap.

There’s a brief pause in the build-up as Yoongi removes his fingers and goes back to eating you out. You realize he was doing that because he wants you to get more wet, in preparation for all of them entering you later. You wish he would keep going with his fingers, but coming undone by his tongue has been your favorite thing in the past year.

Yoongi swipes against your aching clit each time your tongue darts up and down your folds. He savors each little sound you make, relishing in the feeling of your thighs gently squeezing the sides of his head. He sucks your bud a few times before dipping back down, sliding his tongue into your pussy as your body signals to him that you’re seconds from your first orgasm of the night. “Yoongi…!” your voice and breathing is shaky.  “I-I’m gonna cum!” The familiar pressure of a nearing orgasm slowly dissipates as a wave of pure euphoria crashes over you. Yoongi groans at the feeling of your juices soaking his mouth and continues to lick up the remains, thighs still wrapped around his head and shoulder. He really never wants these moments with you to end. He’d be fine if he died, drowning in your juice, but he won’t admit that to you.

When the waves of pleasure finally subside, you collapse your back onto the bed, panting and spent. But this is not the end! You know you have to and want to keep going. They haven't orgasmed yet and you want to make sure they feel just as good as they are making you feel. Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin gather around you on the bed, their hands caressing your skin, their expressions filled with love and adoration.

“Did we overdo it already?” Namjoon worries as he looks at you, completely fucked out.

“That’s because Yoongi hyung was fingering and eating her out too fast! You should’ve edged her out a little more.” Jimin groans, glaring at Yoongi which makes you laugh. “Now we have to wait for round two,” 

“It’s fine. Let her rest for now,” Yoongi says, turning onto his side, his hand reaches out and rubs your stomach to comfort you. “Do you want more, my angel?”

You nod before you can even process his words in your brain. Namjoon laughs at your eagerness.

“Want…more…please,” You finally word out, softly.

“Aw, darling is so cute,” Jimin coos, “Don’t worry, I’ll be the one to give you what you need.”

“Hey, what makes you think your fucking her first?” Yoongi says, with a jealous tone in his voice.

“Because I deserve it? Plus I was the one who kissed her first too!” Jimin giggles, pulling you to the edge of the bed and putting a pillow under your ass to lift you a little. “You can let her suck you off for now if you want. Namjoon hyung can get a hand job in the meantime and watch how it’s done.”

Yoongi sighs, but complies, getting on the right side of the bed and positioning himself by your head. “Fine, but only because I want to see her mouth wrapped around me again after so long.”

You feel a shiver of anticipation run through your body as Yoongi’s length comes into view. Your eyes lock onto him as he pulls down his black dress pants and boxers, beginning to stroke himself, his gaze dark and hungry. He sits down next to you and leans his cock next to your mouth. You open your mouth automatically, ready to take him in, and he slowly guides himself between your lips. It’s been a while since you’ve had him, and you remember how girthy his dick is. The taste of him is still as intoxicating as ever, and you hum around him as he thrusts slowly, earning a groan of pleasure from above. 

Namjoon quickly makes his move to position himself on the opposite side, unbuckling his belt, pulling down his jeans and boxers. He swiftly slips out his cock. He gently takes your hand in his own rough, warm grip and spits into your palm, before wrapping it around himself. For some reason, this makes your heart flutter. You believe it’s the fact that you learn something new about your best friends every time you fuck them, it seems.

You start by giving a few, testing strokes. You hold as much of his cock as you can manage in your fist. You move at a moderate pace, from tip to base. He shutters a bit, hips threatening to snap into your hand as he’s eager to reach his high.

Meanwhile, Jimin quickly removes his clothes, shrugging off his red-white varsity jacket, pulling off his white t-shirt, and sliding out of his black jeans, his eyes never leaving yours. When he’s completely bare, He places your ankles up on his shoulders and lines himself up with your entrance, teasing your folds with the head of his cock. “Are you ready, darling?” he asks, his voice soft but full of desire.

Yoongi pulls his cock out of your mouth briefly so you can respond. “Y-Yes, please,” you shyly respond, trying to catch your breath as you wiggle your cunt against him. Your body aches for more. 

Jimin doesn’t make you wait any longer. He pushes into you slowly, filling you inch by inch until he’s fully seated inside you. Yoongi slides in between your lips once again. You remember how this feeling is beyond overwhelming, and you moan around Yoongi’s cock, the vibrations sending shivers through his body.

“Fuck, she’s still so tight,” Jimin murmurs, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. He starts to move, setting a steady pace that has you seeing stars.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” Namjoon praises, his voice deep and soothing as he gently rubs your cheek feeling Yoongi’s length just on the other side.

Yoongi thrusts are quickly going in and out of your mouth as Jimin pumps into you faster, your senses are overwhelmed with pleasure. The sounds of their moans and the sensation of pleasure being fulfilled in two areas edge you to the brink.

Holy fuck.

Even after coming once, you already feel yourself reaching your orgasm once again, and you enter, what you call, a bimbo-like state. Your mind is purely a fog of pleasure, every thought consumed by the sensations coursing through your body, mainly the one from your core.

Namjoon, noticing the dazed look in your eyes, chuckles softly. "Look at you, baby, already gone in the pleasure," he murmurs, his voice filled with adoration. “So fucking cute,”

Jimin’s movements become more urgent and sloppy, his thrusts faster and harder. “I’m so close,” he warns, his voice strained.

Yoongi, seeing that you’re close as well, removes himself so you don’t choke once you start to squirm and shake during your orgasm. Namjoon continues stroking himself as well.

“C-Cum inside me!” You plead out to Jimin, now that your lips are freed to speak your desires. Jimin doesn’t argue with your wish, instead smirking as he feels his own wave of pleasure crashing down.

“F-Fuck…Ah!” With a final, deep thrust, Jimin spills into you, his moans echoing in the room. Being filled is the trigger for you to come undone. A warmth spreads through your body like a radiating glow. You completely surrender to the otherworldly pleasure, that you still don’t understand.

Tears run down your cheeks, mouth agape, as you melt away in bliss. And once again, you lay there, catching your breath. Jimin pulls out as his high dissipates, and once he’s out, he watches both your cums slowly drip out. Namjoon and Yoongi scoot over towards your pussy to watch the sight in awe.

“Fucking hot," Yoongi murmurs, his voice low and husky. He uses his fingers to push the mixture of yours and Jimin's juices back inside you, a wicked smile on his lips. "Save it for later."

Namjoon chuckles, his deep voice sending a thrill through you. "Be good and you'll get a reward later."

You look up at them innocently, your eyes wide and teasing. "Yes.. my loves," you murmur, glancing at each of your lovers. "Um, is it okay if I try something new… like giving one of you a boob job?"

"A boob job?" Yoongi's eyebrows raise in interest as he looks at your breasts, anticipation clear in his eyes. Why the fuck didn’t he think of this before, he thinks. You have perfectly sized breasts to do this.

"I volunteer," Namjoon chimes in, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. Yoongi rolls his eyes as he’s interrupted by the eager golden retriever-like man. It’s his birthday, and he wants to do more with you, but he’ll settle and be patient for now. He knows he’ll be the one to deliver you a better orgasm than them later on. 

As you all delve deeper into this arrangement, Namjoon and Yoongi take off all their clothes, standing naked before you. Their muscles ripple under the dim light, showcasing their strength and definition. With all your boyfriends bare like this, the sight of their toned bodies, every curve and line accentuated, turns you on even more, sending a fresh wave of desire coursing through you.

You get up in a sitting position, waiting for Namjoon to hold onto your chest to support himself as you use your fingers to prevent the cum from sliding out of you. At times like this, Jimin wishes he had a plug for you, but he makes a mental note to buy it for next time.

Namjoon couldn’t wait to have his dick between your tits instead. He had dreamt about this at some point previously, but never thought it could happen. The supple skin indulges him, and when he holds your breasts, his cock twitches as your breasts pressed tightly around him. He feels himself discovering a new kink when he starts stroking himself up and down with your chest.

“There you go,” Yoongi mutters, a hand coming up to push a few strands of hair behind your ear. “Such a precious, doll.” Yoongi pats your head, making your cheeks redden at such innocent praise in the middle of seeing his best friend breast fuck you.

This scene alone is enough to make Yoongi and Jimin turned on, but Namjoon actually feeling his cock in between your tits is driving him mad. 

Initially, he felt very nervous going into this as he hadn’t done anything like this before. Nor did he understand whatever sexual dynamic you had going on already with Jimin and Yoongi, but he was willing to do anything to understand you more. To love you more. The skin of your breasts feels so soft and silky to him. He feels himself become much harder than he thought he would, almost painfully so. Mainly because of this image: the way you are staring up at him with a sweet look on your face that is incredibly sinful as he watches his cock thrusting in between your tits.

If he continues rocking his hips, he will come. He needs to be inside you. Now.

“Get on all fours,” Namjoon commands with a mix of authority and need. His voice is deep and husky, sending a shiver down your spine. You comply, positioning yourself on your hands and knees, your heart pounding excitedly.

Namjoon moves behind you, his hands gripping your hips firmly as he aligns himself with your entrance. The sensation of his tip pressing against you makes you gasp, your body trembling with need and urgency. “D-Daddy… gimme…now!” You nod eagerly, pushing your ass back slightly to show your readiness. 

He pauses for a moment, glancing at you and chuckling. Oh? Oh god, that came out so suddenly. While a part of you began to panic, worried that he might find this weird, he seems to not feel repulsed by it. Instead, you hit a nail.

His breath is hot against your skin as he leans forward, whispering in your ear, “Daddy? Oh baby, just wait just a minute. I'm going to give you exactly what you need.”

With a low growl, Namjoon slowly enters you, filling you. The stretch is delicious, and you moan loudly, your fingers digging into the sheets beneath you.

Then suddenly, his hips snap into your cunt and you feel his tip kiss your g-spot within seconds. You tense and curl your back inwards, feeling the sensation grow with every thrust. Namjoon is just a god at this position, easily fucking you as if it is second nature. His cock thrusts in and out of you in perfect rhythm, slapping against your ass loudly. But you both don’t seem to care. 

“F-fuck…D-Daddy!” You gasp, burying your head against your mattress, “A-ah.. I- mm ha-...f-fuck.” Your words aren’t exactly a sentence, but it is music to his ears. You can’t help it. Namjoon being inside you just makes you want to scream ever since the first time you had sex with him about a week ago. The fact he just keeps going and going, without a care for how sensitive you are turns you on beyond belief.

Namjoon’s hand brushes against your hip and presses down at the small of your back, pushing your back from curling inwards to arching back again, “There we go… good girl. I want you to stay arched for me, okay pretty girl?” You whimper and nod a few times, looking back to see him intensely staring at your form. He rubs small circles into your back and holds you there, keeping you arched for his big cock. 

Jimin and Yoongi sit in front of you against the headboard, stroking their dicks as they watch Namjoon have his way with you. They are just as turned on as you are, their eyes never leaving the sight of Namjoon's hard cock sliding inside you and your breasts jiggling from the movement. Both of their cocks throb with need, pre-cum dripping down their shafts.

"You're such a good girl," Yoongi purrs, his voice heavy with lust. "Let your other daddy prepare you for me."

Jimin nods in agreement, stroking his dick faster. The sight of you taking Namjoon's cock like this, so eagerly and willingly, is a huge turn-on for him. He wants to be inside you again, to feel you wrap your tight walls around his dick. So he gets up moving right in front of your mouth, grabbing your chin to guide it to his cock, which remains hard once again.

Your lips open immediately, eager to please Jimin. Jimin loves to be the center of attention, and you don’t mind that. You want to make him feel good. But once it’s Yoongi’s turn, you’re going to ravish him with so much love and attention for his patience.

As Jimin thrusts into your mouth, Namjoon continues to fuck you from behind, your bodies moving in sync. He repeatedly slams his girthy length deep in your cunt, practically begging you to squirt on his shaft. And god you are so close to cumming. You notice Namjoon is getting close too. You can tell from how his thrusts are getting sloppier, or how his hand presses deeper into your back, forcing your arch lower and lower. 

“Fuck…” Namjoon groans, leaning forward to rest his head against your mid back. You feel his balls smack against your cunt, with his body pressing down against yours as you two become one. He can tell you were close, muttering, “You’re going to cum…huh, baby girl?” 

You let out a loud moan rumbling against Jimin’s cock as a response, with your hips jerking up. It feels so good to the point where you can't control your bodily movements anymore. Namjoon sits back up, growling under his breath and then stiffens. You don’t realize what is happening until you feel a warm load shoot deep into your pussy, the sensation tips you over the edge causing you to cum as well. You hold onto Jimin’s thighs for dear life as he continues his moments, tears pooling at your eyes as you try your best not to choke. 

Load after load shoots into your walls and coats you in white, milking him completely dry. Namjoon’s cum now mixes with yours and Jimin’s juices.

But holy shit... and you thought the first time with him was crazy, but Namjoon is just constantly filled with surprises. His hand presses into your back again, keeping you arched as he rides out his high. 

Jimin pulls out first, followed by Namjoon, who slowly comes to a stop before withdrawing from inside you. The sudden emptiness leaves you breathless, and you collapse onto the bed, utterly spent.

Your body feels sore and exhausted, every muscle aching from the intensity of the experience. Maybe you should start working out if you're going to be engaging in these types of activities moving forward, you think with a wry smile. 

"You were amazing," Namjoon murmurs, his voice tender as he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Yoongi, you’re up.” He gives a head nod signaling towards the other man who has been patiently waiting his turn.

However, Yoongi shakes his head. “Not yet. Doll just had like three orgasms in the last 40 minutes.” He gets up from the bed and grabs a water bottle, opening it before lifting your head gently to feed it to you. “Gotta keep you hydrated because the last round is going to be a tough one.”

You take a grateful sip of water, feeling the cool liquid soothe your dry throat. Yoongi’s thoughtful gesture brings a smile to your lips, and you can see the concern and care in his eyes. He sets the bottle aside, his fingers brushing your hair back gently.

“You okay?” he asks softly, his thumb stroking your cheek.

You nod, feeling a bit of your energy return. “Yeah, I’m okay. Thank you.”

Yoongi smiles, his gaze warm and reassuring. “No problem, love. Just wanted to make sure.”

Namjoon and Jimin settle beside you, their hands gently caressing your skin, helping you relax further. God, you really chose the right men to fall in love with.

You already anticipate what you want to do next, which is riding Yoongi and letting someone else squeeze in. You want it to be Namjoon again, but his size is a little bigger than theirs, so you’re nervous to try. But that deep desire to feel them inside of you together, to feel them come undone with nothing separating them, was twisting and surging through your body.

“Can you lay down for me, baby? I’m getting on top,” you say to Yoongi, and he complies immediately, stretching out on the bed beneath you.

You straddle Yoongi, positioning yourself over him, with slow trails of cum starting to drip down. He looks up at you with dark, hungry eyes, his hands resting on your hips. You lower yourself slowly, feeling the delicious stretch as he fills you, coating himself with the cum of all his best friends. You moan softly, adjusting to the sensation of his girth, and Yoongi groans, his grip on your hips tightening.

As you begin to move, rocking your hips gently at first, you feel Namjoon and Jimin's hands on you, their touches encouraging and reassuring. The rhythm builds, and you lose yourself in the pleasure, the connection between you and Yoongi deepening with every movement.

“Is this what you wanted, doll?” Yoongi asks, his voice husky and deep.

“Yes,” you breathe, your hands resting on his chest for support as you increase the pace. “Feels good.”

“Had to save the best for last.” Yoongi chuckles confidently, his side smirk peaking out which only drives you insane.

Namjoon and Jimin continue to caress you, their hands roaming over your back, your thighs, your breasts, adding to the sensory overload. You feel a hand slip between your legs, and you realize it's Namjoon's, his fingers expertly finding your clit and adding to the intense pleasure.

You gasp, the combined sensations driving you closer to the edge. “I want more,” you manage to say, your voice trembling with need.

Namjoon leans in, his breath hot against your ear. “Tell us what you need, baby.”

“I want you… inside me too,” you confess, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

Namjoon and Yoongi exchange a look, understanding and excitement in their eyes. Namjoon positions himself behind you, his hands gentle but firm as he prepares to join you. Your mouth runs dry and you wriggle your ass, begging without words for what you know he is about to give you. A gasp falls from your lips as you feel the tip of his cock press against the place where you are already full. Your wetness drips down Yoongi’s shaft covering him in that cum mixture and making things ready for Namjoon to join the two of you.

“I'm so desperate to be inside of you, baby, but I don't want to hurt you,” he whispers, thrusting his hips just enough for you to feel his swollen head pressing into your entrance, the pressure forcing Yoongi’s cock more firmly against the other side of you, your clit throbbing mercilessly at the press of him so near to your clit.

“You won't,” you moan, lost in the thrill of what your lovers were promising to you, the tip of Namjoon’s cock throbbing just inside of your folds as Yoongi’s shaft swells deep within, his hand rising to lift your chin and bring your mouth to his.

“Tell us if it's too much,” Yoongi breathes against your lips, as he holds steady while Namjoon pushes slowly into you, your body stretching around him as you whimper at the tight burn of him slipping further in.

A poem of moans falls from all three of them as Namjoon’s hard cock slides against Yoongi’s as he seeks to join you two inside. The first few inches of him finally enveloped in your heat and pressed tightly against the firm underside of his best friend’s cock. His upper body falls lightly against your back as he trembles, fighting the urge to push himself further in. He knows both his and Yoongi’s sizes are on the bigger side, which makes him worried about hurting you. But in your fucked out haze, you plead for him to go on.

You revel in the thickness pressing against you from both sides, burning you from within. Your breasts rub against Yoongi’s chest as you kiss each other lazily, tasting Jimin lightly as well. Namjoon’s lips trace your upper back, mouthing pecks against your skin and carefully flexing his hips, his cock throbbing mercilessly as it stretches your walls even more, sliding another inch into your leaking pussy.

"Even after fucking two of us, you're still so tight," Namjoon murmurs, his voice wrecked and breath shuddering against your skin. He’s struggling to hold himself back, unable to push any more of his length into you but unwilling to relinquish the tight grip of your walls that he's already claimed. “Tiny…”

“There,” Yoongi murmurs roughly, his hand pressing more firmly against your body as he pulls out his hips, his cock slips from your heat just enough that its head rubs against Namjoon’s. They both growl profanities as they meet within you.

Yoongi continues to move beneath you, his thrusts deep and steady, his hands gripping your hips to guide your movements. The feeling of both of them inside you is almost too much, but the pleasure is overwhelming, drowning out everything else.

"Oh my god..." Your eyes widen as they start moving inside you together. You feel Namjoon shifting on top of you, sliding himself forward as Yoongi pulls out momentarily. The sinful sounds of your wetness coating them both mix with the harmony of their moans as they find a natural rhythm. Yoongi thrusts deeply within you as Namjoon pulls nearly free, the thick muscles of their cocks stroking one another as they claim you entirely. Namjoon plunges back into your pussy as Yoongi retreats, the pleasant burn that accompanies their movements fading into a latent heat that only stokes the neediness within you.

Jimin leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, “You’re doing so well, doll. Just a little more.”

He takes this time to make you take his dick in your mouth once more. You open your mouth eagerly, wrapping your lips around him, the familiar taste and feel of him sending a fresh wave of arousal through you. Jimin groans softly, his hand gently cradling the back of your head as you move from Yoongi and Namjoon’s thrusts, your tongue swirling around his tip before taking him deeper.

Yoongi can feel his climax nearing quickly, the tightness throbbing and pulsing with a need to break free, Namjoon’s thick member stroking along the ridge of his shaft before withdrawing and sliding deep once again. The pressure is amplified by the mixture of all your cums running down his shaft and slicking his balls where they slap against each other.

“Oh God, fuck...!” Yoongi roughly growls, thrusting to completion.

“Mmh..!” You could only manage to rumble out at Yoongi’s sudden spurts of white coating you and Namjoon. Then, as if all timed, Namjoon releases himself inside you again and Jimin comes in your mouth as well. This is truly an out of body experience at this point as your holes are filled to the brim by your best friends turned lovers.

And to end it all up, your own coil of pleasure inside you snaps, sending waves through your body almost painfully as you finally come. Your neck arches, a cry of euphoria pouring from your mouth as your core clenches around them. Namjoon's thrusts slow as your walls throb erratically, squeezing them within you. Yoongi bucks beneath you, his cock swelling, his balls drawing up and tightening as he erupts into you. Namjoon groans brokenly on top of you both, following suit, his nails digging into Yoongi's arm as they pump you full of their seed. The heat and rush of their essences painting your walls only heighten their joint pleasure, their cocks throbbing as their cum leaks around their shafts and drips from your pink folds.

They all pull out slowly, gently placing you on the bed with your head elevated by a pillow. You can barely keep your eyes open—holy shit, you’re tapping out for the night. There are other things you want to try, but for now, you’ll call it a night.

However, they're not done. They gather at the foot of the bed, their eyes fixated on the final sight of their combined release dripping out from inside you.

"Kinda want to taste it," Jimin adds, making you blush deeply. You're starting to sober up from the haze, and a part of you thinks this is actually kind of gross. But a couple gentle licks won't hurt, right?

"We should do it as a pact and then give her hickeys to solidify this deal that we're going to be with her forever," Namjoon suggests, winking at you from below.

They exchange looks, a mix of mischief and sincerity in their eyes, and then lean in towards your heat and pepper out kitten-like licks towards your pussy. The slight overstimulation makes you wiggle in place, and they hold you down to prevent you from accidentally crushing them with your thighs. Their tongues take turns entering you as well, with Jimin’s long tongue making it further inside to clean the remnants

After a bit of licking, they clean you up perfectly, and climb up your body to leave hickeys. Namjoon opts for your neck. Yoongi opts for your left shoulder. And Jimin opts for your right breast.

"There we go, all marked up so all the guys on campus know you’re ours,” Jimin giggles, his fingers lightly tracing over the hickey he left on your breast.

“T-That… wasn’t necessary… guys,” you stutter, trying to argue with him. Despite the undeniable pleasure you felt moments ago, the marks on your skin now pose a practical problem with warmer weather approaching. You will definitely not be able to go out without having eyes questioning you. Oh well.

“Gotta take precautions so we don’t have Jaebeom trying to get at you again,” Yoongi chuckles, his eyes crinkling with amusement as he recalls the memorable party that initiated this passionate turn of events.

“And Mingyu from Sigma Lambda Tau,” Jimin adds quietly, his voice tinged with a hint of possessiveness. “Heard from Jackson and Matthew that two Nu Kappa guys were crushing on you in the library too.”

“Oh, fuck no,” Namjoon declares firmly, crossing his arms and clenching his jaw in frustration, while Yoongi’s expression darkens slightly. “I had seen them looking at her before too.”

“Huh?” You're genuinely surprised at this revelation of admirers. Where were they before all of this? Why are guys like this?

You sigh, “I’m too tired for this… Let’s save it for another time.” Despite the playful banter and the curiosity sparked by your boyfriends’ reactions, exhaustion is starting to creep in, urging you toward sleep after four orgasms. The attention of other men no longer matters when you're nestled among your closest friends.

“Anyways, how do you feel, princess?” Yoongi’s tone softens as he brings his attention back to you, poking your cheek gently with a mix of curiosity and satisfaction.

You open your eyes slowly, feeling a warm glow in their presence. "That was...fucking incredible," you reply softly, your voice still tinged with lingering pleasure. "Best fuck of my life."

Namjoon chuckles beside you, his fingertips now gently tracing patterns on your skin. "Good to hear," he murmurs, his gaze tender as he looks at you with affection.

“I’ll grab a washcloth from your bathroom and give you a quick clean before we cuddle up and sleep,” Jimin offers, his voice warm and reassuring as he moves to take care of you, ensuring comfort and intimacy in the aftermath of your shared experience.

Jimin returns with a warm, damp washcloth, gently cleaning your core with care, ensuring you're comfortable and cared for. Meanwhile, Namjoon and Yoongi lay beside you, their hands offering soothing rubs to ease any residual tension. The gentle touches and the quiet intimacy of the moment slowly lull you into a deep, restful slumber. Jimin joins the bed on Yoongi’s side after he finishes. 

You don't remember much afterward, the warmth of their legs wrapped around you and the security of their presence cocooning you into a profound sense of peace. You haven’t felt like this in the longest time. Probably since that time you spent with your ex-boyfriend. But now…

Everything has fallen into place.

“I love you guys so much.” You mumble, pressed against Namjoon and Yoongi’s chests and before you drift into sleep, you hear all three of your boyfriends respond back with the same words.

But whatever happens in the future, you think you will be alright, just by having Namjoon, Yoongi and Jimin by your side. 

Who would’ve thought that this all began when you realized you started to really love them, lately?

Finally, they let you love them too.

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a/n: as i mentioned previously, we only have one more chapter to go! it is the epilogue: shift (outro). we are past the angst, so don't worry about that (i think...). I had a lot of left over smut scenes i initially wrote for this, but didn't want to be repetitive so i will insert it into the epilogue heheheheh. ch 12/epilogue will come out in the next 2 weeks. I'm almost done writing it, but I still need to add a little more and fix some things, plus editor rae proofreading. i hope you guys enjoyed the ride this far, and i'll see you in the epilogue! i will be adding more notes regarding the series later on!

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golden boy

jung hoseok x male!reader

word count – 1.2K

genre – highschool!au, opposites attract, romance.

warning – implied smut.

synopsis – part of being a student representative involves not mixing in with the wrong kind of people, you seemed to have missed that rule. Hoseok being a bad boy... He doesn't exactly mind.

"Man," Hoseok huffed, "You private-school boys are loud."

You snickered in response, "Public-school boys are just rough."

A loud but tried laugh met your ears, before seeing taking a second to look over at you from the corner of your eye, "You good?"

Hearing Hoseok say that like he wasn't balls deep in you moments ago was kind of amusing. Both of you were lying on your backs and starting up at the ceiling, both naked and out of breath from previous activities. Sinful activities? definitely. Enjoyable activities? definitely. You didn't bother looking over at him, knowing damn well that there was a prideful smirk on his lips, giving him just enough praise so his ego didn't get the best of him, "Couldn't be better."

Hoseok chuckled, apparently having enough strength to stand up and walk to his dresser. You took that opportunity to turn to the full-length mirror on your left, grazing a finger across all the marks the brunet has left along your neck and chest. "Jung, for fuck's sake," you complained, prompting yourself up with your elbow, dragging the quilt over your abdomen, "How do you expect me to cover all this?" Hopefully one of your friends had some kind of foundation shade that matched your skin tone.

Hoseok turned to your words, licking his dry lips as he walked over to you with a water bottle, handing you the object. Your eyes trailed down to his now covered regions, boxer-shorts working literal wonders around his thighs. You took the bottle, but not before Hoseok took a hold of your jaw, moving it to the side slightly to take a look at his art. "I don't know, I kinda like it," he admitted, also giving his statement a joking flare, "Like a sexy cheetah, you know?"

You rolled your eyes, still allowing him to keep his grip, "Jerk."

Hoseok smirked, bending down to lean closer, "That's not what you called me ten minutes ago, baby, " he teased, "If I heard correctly, I think you were calling me—"

"Continue that sentence and I'll bite your dick off, " you threatened, moving your jaw out of Hoseok's hand to take a drink from the water bottle.

Hoseok laughed, taking a step back to carefully lean against the mirror behind him, "Damn, kinky."

You watched him walk back to his dresser, taking out a white lighter from the pants that were disregarded on the floor an hour ago. You took a second to examine his steps, he pulled out a cigarette from one of the draws, using one hand to hold the toxins to his lips and the other to use a flicker of light to activate the reason why he bought it.

You sat up properly. A cloud of smoke left Hoseok's lips, travelling around in the atmosphere, though the physical evidence of it disappearing by the time it reached your side of the room. "Do you ever not smoke?"

He shrugged, "When I'm around my niece, a night before blue moons, when we have sex? I always smoke when it's Christmas, though; like a big 'fuck you' to Jesus." He was clearly annoyed by the question, but giving his answer a comedic spin for his own entertainment sake, "Why?"

You sighed, standing up from the bed to put your pants back on. Looking at yourself in the mirror as you threw on your shirt to cover the rest of your body, "It's bad for your health," you said, now facing him, "Thats why."

Hoseok rolled his eyes, breathing in breathing out a puff of smoke, "I'll let you know when I'm suffering from terminal cancer."

You gave him an airy laugh at his response before walking up in front of him, pushing him against the dresser slightly with both your hands on his chest, "I've got exams for all of this week, so don't bother booty-calling me."

Another sigh of annoyance, Hoseok cocked his head to the side to glance at you properly, "Can't say I won't miss you. Being the golden boy must be tough."

You looked at him with disappointed smiled, "It's more rewarding than being a bad boy, Jung."

"And yet I'm still your type."

[lg-bts-cenarios]

BTS react to pictures of their boyfriend being leaked to the public ||

>> @trickypuppy thank you for requesting this !! i might’ve misinterpreted it, but i hope it’s what you wanted?

>> ⚠️ warning: brief mentions of death threats,, nothing graphic or anything

>> some of these gifs aren’t really ‘cohesive’ (is that the word?), sorry

Jungkook was on twitter fairly often, and when he saw a hashtag with his name trending, he figured fans were being silly about a member walking out of the airport looking particularly attractive. But then he saw a picture of you on the timeline— and then another. He looked over a couple of the posts, noticing the thousands of likes and retweets. A little anxious, he dialed your number. “Have you been on twitter at all today?” You explained you’d been too busy with work, and he quickly cut you off. “Right. You should come back home— just in case, until things settle down. Pictures of me picking you up from work are everywhere. I know it sounds unnecessary, but I don’t want fans to come up to you or anything— maybe you could take a few days off work? We could stay in at my place, there’s security at the door and we could just— hibernate.”

Taehyung was devastated when a manager pulled him over and gave him the news. It’s not that he was embarrassed of you— your relationship was one of the few things he was truly proud of. Even then, the two of you had agreed that it would be something private, intimate. He enjoyed talking to fans about your relationship, he’d shared pictures of your hands and stories of your first few dates— but that was all by choice. Having your picture spread around was something out of his control, and even though having his privacy violated was something he was used to— he worried you’d struggle with it. He’d drive over to your place despite the manager’s protests, wanting to tell you everything in person. “I know you wanted to keep things private— I’m sorry, hyung. I don’t know how they got those photos.”

Jimin’s first instinct was to panic. You were terrible at hiding your feelings when it came to these things, but you tried your best for him— knowing he was already stressing out enough on his own. “It’s fine— don’t worry about it babe. It was bound to happen.” The members agreed with you, trying to reassure Jimin it’d all be dealt with. He only shook his head, mumbling things too low for you to hear clearly at first. Knowing that thousands if not millions of strangers would now be aware of your face and make the connection between the two of you made him a bit uneasy. “You don’t get it. I knew what I was getting myself into— but you don’t. I get death threats from strangers daily, I don’t—“ He choked up. “I don’t want you to be in any danger, hyung.”

Namjoon skimmed over the long bodies of text and supportive messages from fans— a few of them even spoke in favor of protecting the privacy of your relationship. You were laying in bed next to him, doing the same on your phone. Your friends and family had been contacting you all morning, but social media was even more overwhelming. He sighed, placing his phone down on the nightstand and wrapping his arms around you, his chin on the crown of your head. “They found all of your social media accounts.” He said. “And the place you work at.” You only nodded, burying your head deeper into his chest. “Don’t worry about it,” you smiled, small and tired, “We can handle it. There’ll be other scandals soon enough.”

Hoseok almost wished he had been the one to leak the pictures. There were copious amounts of couple pictures in his phone— some more decent than others, but nevertheless, any one of them would’ve been better than the ones that the media was spreading around. It was of the two of you kissing, right in front of your house. Street number and everything. He didn’t feel particularly angry at the world knowing that he was dating you, but he felt incredibly frustrated because it seemed as if your safety had now been compromised, all because he couldn’t control his lips. “Fuck, this kind of sucks, huh?” He groaned, running his fingerings through his hair. “Well, I think this is the universe’s way of telling us we should move in together— in a whole different city, probably— but together.” He scrunched up his nose, “No kisses in our front yard this time, though.”

Seokjin and you were incredibly careful with everything you did. Something as simple as going out to eat tended to be a hassle, but Seokjin had always insisted on doing those things anyway, determined to get as much normalcy as he possibly could. It had worked out well, for a while. Then the owner of some Korean Barbecue place decided it would be fair to spread around pictures of the two of you eating at his restaurant. It was clear from the body language in the images that you two were more than platonic. After comforting you, Seokjin’s response to the situation was a very passive form of anger. “Don’t worry, angel. I’ll contact management and get this sorted immediately.” He scoffed, pacing back and forth as you watched from the couch (stressed, but also amused). “These pictures are a clear invasion of privacy— that restaurant? Cancelled. Don’t even get me started on dispatch, because let me tell you—“

Yoongi and you were out with the members when it happened. Jungkook’s phone kept on going off, and he apologized every single time— until Yoongi became frustrated and insisted that he just answer whoever it was. Jungkook spoke as he scrolled through his phone, “Ah, I have notifications on for this update account I follow on twitter. Just to keep up with fans and stuff, some airport photos probably just— Oh.” He paled. The table became loud, everyone demanding to see whatever it was that had warranted that reaction out of the youngest. Jungkook swallowed before handing his phone over to Yoongi, who quickly scrolled through it before turning to you. “It’s fine, let’s keep eating.” He sighed. “Some asshole hacked into my iCloud and sold pictures of me and y/n to the press.” He held your hand under the table, and if there was a slight shake to them as he mumbled something about capitalism, you pretended not to notice.

[cinnaminyoons]

( JUDGING COVERS. )

ミ☆ books are made to be read, not just skimmed.

⤷ PAIRING poly bangtan x m!reader

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male reader with bangtan. reader being all tough looking with tattoos piercing leather jackets tall and all but who owns small little kittens

there are bad rumours about you. bad rumours that can’t actually be all that bad, since people seem to flock to you like seagulls to a dropped chip: hungrily, and relentlessly.

not many people have the pleasure to say they’re friends with you – and ‘not many’ means none. you’re easy to spot in a crowd and hard to talk to. brave individuals often wander up to you, hoping for your number or a short but passionate flame, only to be met with a frosty glare.

tall, quiet, with tattoos that peek out under your sleeves each time you reach up to adjust your hat – the dangerous, careless aura you radiate does little to give what you so crave. it just pulls you farther and farther away from glorious silence.

it’s a friday evening, and namjoon’s just clocked off. his shift at the little bookshop on a side street is officially over. the shop’s run by an old couple who had been instantly taken with namjoon’s courteous manner and his resume, the latter of which was so splendid it deserved a place on a pedestal in a lit-up glass box.

later, he would come to wonder if they hired him specifically because their ladder was on its last legs.

he steps out into the alley, whistling softly as he locks the back door. upon dropping his keys, they zip towards his hip where he has a small, round mechanism attached to his belt loop.

his phone vibrates in his back pocket as he jaywalks across the street to the bus stop, and he narrowly avoids becoming a pancake under a grey audi. it honks him, and the driver inside glowers as she gives him the finger. her long red nail is filed to a sharp point.

taking his spot against the side of the shelter, he opens his phone. the screen has a long crack down the left corner.

have you heard from tae???

it’s a message from seokjin. namjoon raises an eyebrow. seokjin never uses more than one punctuation mark like that unless he’s panicking. he replies with a quick and bland no, and the bubble pops up immediately.

he left for the convenience store three hours ago and isn’t back yet

taehyung does this unfortunately frequently, to seokjin’s chagrin. telling the others he’ll go somewhere nearby, and then not showing up for ages, is something of a talent of his. he always turns up eventually.

once, when he was sixteen, he came back after forty minutes of abrupt radio silence with a wriggling jacket that yapped. he was heartbroken when hoseok had to gently tell him that their cramped place couldn’t make a dog happy.

given taehyung’s track record, namjoon isn’t too fussed about his disappearance. besides, he’s an adult now – he can drive, has a credit score, and pays taxes – and he can surely find his way back home without a gps.

seokjin’s worry only seems excessive until he tells namjoon that his calls go straight to voicemail.

he pushes off the bus shelter, heart sinking. taehyung doesn’t miss calls – especially not from his jin-hyung.

by the time namjoon reaches home, the group chat is pinging like crazy, turning his hand numb from how tight he’s clutching his phone.

taehyung is family. if anything happens to him, nobody would ever forgive themselves.

he takes the stairs up two at a time, and before he can touch the doorknob, it’s flung open. jimin grabs his arm and pulls him in, kicking the door closed behind him, and there’s a lot of hushed shouting and panicked whispering.

everyone’s huddled in the living area. three of them are pacing holes into the carpet, and the remaining few hold each other for comfort.

“—too early to go to the police? i-i mean, there’s no harm in it, right, and if something has happened, better sooner than later, yeah?”

“we shouldn’t be so hasty, hyung,” says jeongguk, though his voice is tight. “he might’ve just forgotten to charge his phone completely.”

“but he wasn’t at the convenience store,” jimin presses from beside namjoon. “how could he have gotten lost on the three-minute walk back?”

namjoon rubs his temples. “look, why don’t we take a few minutes to just – calm down. breathe deeply and try to think rationally.”

“think rationally. of course, why didn’t we think of that?” yoongi had begun to bite his nails despite the foul-tasting nail polish hoseok had applied for him. hoseok has the steadiest hands out of all of them, and now they tremble.

“don’t get mean.” namjoon frowns.

“i’m sorry, babe.”

“at least he knows this area well,” says hoseok. “he was only walking, he couldn’t have—”

somebody’s phone rings.

hoseok snatches his vibrating phone off of the coffee table. his brow furrows at the unknown number but picks up anyway, pressing the speaker button.

“hello, hyung! did ya miss me?”

relief sags everyone’s bodies and the stress evaporates. seokjin buries his face in his hands and jimin holds him tight.

“holy crap, taehyung,” hoseok gasps, “where the hell were you?”

“i, um… got into a fight.” his sheepish smile is practically audible. “but don’t be scared! i made a friend and he helped me. this is his phone, by the way. mine got messed up.”

seokjin grabs the phone. “you, young man, are in deep fucking trouble.”

“for what it’s worth, it wasn’t my fault,” protests taehyung. “i got jumped.”

“and you couldn’t have come home immediately?”

“i wandered.”

namjoon asks, “for what reason?”

he’s quiet for a moment. “they… didn’t have any pumpkin seeds…”

jeongguk smacks his head with his palm.

“i thought i’d take a quick detour to the other store that always has ‘em. however,” he sighs regretfully, “ten minutes driving isn’t ten minutes walking. plus, it’s friday night, so everyone’s puking their guts out in the gutter and i wanted to avoid them.”

jimin pipes in, “and avoiding the main streets got you jumped, huh?”

“yeah.”

“terrific. where are you now?”

“at my new friend’s place.”

“taehyung!” everyone cries out, aghast.

yoongi groans. “did everything we teach you go through one ear and out the other? stranger danger, you fool!”

“hey, he’s a nice person!” he lowers his voice. “seriously, you should all be grateful. he’s hobi's type.”

they share a look with each other. leave it up to taehyung to put his entire trust in someone just because they’re attractive.

“where are you?” seokjin sighs. he rises. “we’re coming.”

—

the address they’re given leads to a block of flats. floor six, room number six-oh-three. it’s right across from the elevator.

after crowding around the door and whispering a debate on who will knock, and more importantly, who will bear the burden of apologising for taehyung’s stupidity, they come to the conclusion that namjoon will do the talking. he’s a philosophy major and is really good at making things up as he goes.

jimin stretches out past yoongi’s shoulder and knocks thrice. he darts back behind him.

the door opens. “yeah?”

their brains simultaneously short-circuit. for some, it’s fear – the guy standing before them is built like an action hero. for the others – the guy is built like an action hero.

a head of dark hair ducks under the guy’s heavily-tattooed arm, which is fully visible with the black tank top he’s donned. “you’re here!”

taehyung crashes into the outstretched arms and they swallow him up until just his head is visible, pressed happily against seokjin’s comfortable shoulder. they take their turns hugging him in relief and holding him by the shoulders so they can check him for injuries.

he’s got a split lip and a black eye. the bruising isn’t too bad, only a slanted purple cup beneath his eye, but the cut on his mouth is more worrying. he winces each time he smiles or speaks reassurances.

“this is the friend i told you about,” he chirps, quite peppy despite his situation. “his name is yn! he’s in yoongi-hyung’s classes.”

yoongi nods once warily. “yeah, i know him.”

taehyung grabs your hand and uses his free one to point at each of them, introducing them. it’s a lot of names – the most you’ve ever had to learn at once in several years – but it probably doesn’t matter. you won’t see them again.

“sorry to interrupt,” you say. your voice rumbles deep like a tempest and not even hoseok, a career people-reader, can pick out your mood. “you mind if we keep chattin’ inside? walls are thin here and i can’t afford more angry knocking.”

“okay, hyung,” taehyung says, and ducks under your arm again. you turn and leave the door open for the other six, rather comically squished into the narrow hallway.

they look at each other. ‘hyung’? so soon?

jeongguk shrugs and moves inside. one by one, the rest follow him around and line their shoes up neatly on the rack.

none of them is quite sure what to do, so they fan out and do some low-key exploration. the place is smaller than theirs, but then again, it’s for one person and not seven.

seokjin finds you and taehyung in the kitchen space, with him on a tall bar stool and you instructing him in a low voice on how to hold the pack of frozen peas to his lip. a small cream-white towel is wrapped over it.

“swelling’s going down,” you mutter, and seokjin’s close enough to hear it. “keep it there. don’t eat anything acidic or spicy until it heals, and you might want to keep chewing to a minimum for a day.”

“oh-kay,” says taehyung past the towel, his awe-filled eyes following you around.

moving forward, seokjin cups taehyung’s cheek, turning it this way and that and checking him one more time. rather unnecessary, since taehyung hadn’t injured himself in the three metres from the entrance to the kitchen, but it’s a sweet gesture all the same. “i guess it’s no lemonade for you, hon.”

“i’ll just have ice cream, then! yn-hyung says icy pops are good for numbing it.”

seokjin exhales softly, letting taehyung go. he takes in his surroundings.

the kitchen is clean and neat. a few dishes are drip-drying on the rack next to the sink. seokjin had been on edge the entire trip here. that edge softens a little – if only because you seem to take care of yourself and your home.

bad people don’t take care of their hygiene, so you must not be a bad person, he deduces with whatever brainpower he has left. most of it had gone into overdrive at taehyung's absence and his logic might’ve been lightly fried by it.

he eyes you carefully as you open the freezer half of your fridge. several blue packs sit in the door’s shelves. “why don’t you use those?”

you glance up and stand upright. you point. “these?”

he bobs his head in assent.

“they’re no good here.” you turn your eyes back to the freezer, inspecting its contents. “the peas mould to the face. solid blocks don’t. helps lessen the swelling when it’s got a bigger contact area.”

“when will it heal?”

you tilt your head at taehyung thoughtfully. “give it three days. should be better by then.”

seokjin uncrosses his arms. he doesn’t remember crossing them. “right... thank you.”

“no worries. he your boyfriend?”

he starts. “well, uh, we all kind of are.”

a lot of people don’t like that. seokjin’s used to weird looks and awkward words. 

you nod and dry your hands on a towel hanging over the oven handle. “one of you needs to teach him to not talk to strangers in alleyways. or if he does, for whatever reason, get him self-defence lessons.”

“oh! can you teach me?” taehyung gasps, his hands lifting in excitement-tightened fists.

“no.”

“why? you were so cool when you fought those guys! you were all wham, bang, and it looked like an action movie from where i stood – or lay, actually—”

you place your hand gently on his shoulder. a thin leather and chain bracelet sits beside a cracked watch on your wrist. “if i hurt you, i have to face the wrath of six people. not risking it.”

“please? pretty please? i’m broke. i can’t pay for lessons. if jeongguk teaches me, it’s gonna hurt, and everyone’ll just laugh. you’ll be gentle, right?”

you pause. you glance at seokjin. you’re sure there’s something off about saying yes, too. even if you had no eyes you could tell that taehyung likes you, and agreeing to teach him felt like the equivalent to agreeing to a date.

taehyung turns his puppy eyes on seokjin when he realises he’s the reason you’re cautious. “please, jin-hyung? you can watch if you’re worried.”

all of a sudden, jimin rushes into the kitchen, his massive grin brightening up the whole room. “look, look! kitty!”

he shows the small round mass of fur cradled in his arms. the tuxedo kitten chews on the strings of his white hoodie and jimin seems overjoyed, cooing and rocking it like an infant.

almost immediately afterwards, namjoon joins jimin’s side. he’s smiling – oh, you think, he has such cute dimples – and there must be an edge of something in it because seokjin places his hands on his hips and asks what he’s hiding.

namjoon turns around. another black-and-white face pops out of the hood of his jacket. it’s too small to weigh the cloth down. it blinks sleepily, then lowers its head until only the twitching black ears and the top of the fluffy head are visible.

“you have kittens?” taehyung nearly shouts, dropping the frozen peas to pet the one in jimin’s arms. he uses just one finger and is oh-so gentle.

from your bedroom – now open – comes a meow. sleek and peaceful, a calico pads over and jumps up on the stool taehyung had once occupied. you stroke its forehead and it closes its eyes.

“don’t tell my landlord,” you say.

“look at the little bumper car tail,” taehyung whispers, grabbing jeongguk's hand to let him pet the kitten.

with a sweet, bright smile, taehyung turns to you. the introduction of the cats makes all thought of pain fly out the window. “they’re all yours?”

“mm. originally i only had her,” you open your arms and the calico takes it as an invitation to jump into them, “but she really took a liking to the little ones, so here we are.”

hoseok moves to shut your bedroom door out of politeness, since jeongguk had opened it and had been too enraptured by the calico to remember to close it. “took a liking?”

“work at a pet shop,” you explain. “i took her along because the landlord was gonna check everyone’s places that week.”

taehyung beams. it drops as he gingerly holds his jaw, and you’re quick to offer the bag of frozen peas again. he takes it and his lips turn up again, a little shyer, as your tattooed fingers brush his.

a small smile creeps onto seokjin’s face. he sighs fondly. “fine. yn, you can teach him how to fight.”

taehyung pumps his fist in the air and winces. 

he adds, “but only when at least one of us is with you. you better not break any of his bones. just saying – we know where you live.”

for the first time since they’ve met you, you crack the tiniest smile. “got it.” 

[my-faves-said-gay-rights]

my faves said gay rights part 2 - BTS

For pride month this year I thought I would live up to my name and post about all the times my faves supported the lgbtq+ community! Now as there are so many examples of bts supporting us they are our part 2. I won't be including the gay things they've said or done (like the iconic yoongi cypher lyrics that you all know) because this is more about them showing support than them being lgbtq. Let us begin

1. Namjoon wrote a wlw song for the gg glam

2. Namjoon recommended same love by macklemore and ryan lewis

And when asked about this yoongi said "there's nothing wrong. Everyone is equal"

3. Taehyung saw a "lesbians love bts" sign at a concert and smiled and put his hand on his heart and mouthed thank you. Jin also smiled at a "lesbians love seokjin" flag

4. Namjoon watched and was impressed by the lesbian movie blue is the warmest colour

5. Taehyung and jungkook have responded well to fanboys asking them out on dates

6. Multiple members have worn pride clothing, like yoongi wearing pride vans shoes or taehyung wearing a pride NBA shirt or hoseok wearing a rainbow belt at the start of pride month

7. Taehyung and namjoon referenced the gay movie moonlight in 4 o'clock, a song they wrote together: "just like that movie, like the line from the movie, the entire world is blue inside the moonlight"

8. Namjoon read the book confessions of a mask, which is about a young gay man in japan

9. Taehyung is a fan of the gay movie call me by your name, he recommended it during a live and really likes the soundtrack

10. Namjoon and hoseok met a trans fan at a fansign and were just the best

(and it seems like namjoon has kept the ryan plushie)

11. They made their bt21 characters gender neutral

12. Namjoon posted a screenshot of him listening to strawberries and cigarettes by troye sivan, a gay artist, from the love simon soundtrack, a gay movie. Jungkook is also known to be a big fan of troye sivan

13. They've worked with, interacted with or are fans of with many queer artists including halsey, kim petras, mnek, ryan mcginley, sam smith, ante badzim, the internet, lil nas x, kehlani (and they particularly like her wlw song honey) etc

14. Namjoons un speech: "“no matter who you are, where you’re from, your skin color, gender identity, speak yourself”

15. All the times they have said fuck you to toxic masculinity, I couldn't possibly include them all here and if you're an army you can already think of an example. As a treat I will share my personal favourite, which is taehyung doing a drag competition at school

Okay I think that's everything but please let me know if I missed anything. Have a good pride fellow armys!! 🌈

[puppywritings]

jung hoseok boyfriend snapchats

masterlist

[hellishvu]

Imagine BTS (hyung line): when they are drunk

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol / drunk behavior

Author’s Note: holy moly i actually posted? me? vu? posting in the year 2020? impossible! i decided a imagine would be the best way to get back into posting. i for some reason was trying to write big stories to get back into posting??? makes no sense my brain? but enjoy this! i’ve had this idea for some time!! love you <33333

Kim Namjoon: <3

Namjoon enjoys a classic drink or two, like when you two celebrate a win but sometimes it’s difficult since there are too many wins to count. You cheered with Namjoon as you two held the glass of celebration. Thoughout the night many glasses were cheered.

“I-I am very drunk.” Namjoon slurred on his words in the fancy restaurant. It wasn’t embarrassing for you, you found it enjoyable seeing Namjoon let loose.

“I can tell Namjoon.” You snickered when you held his hand across the table, seeing him take another sip of his wine. “You’re still pretty though.”

Soon enough you saw Namjoon wide eyes teary while you sprinted to action. “Why are you crying baby?” Asking he started to cry more.

“You love me. I’m so happy you do.” You chuckle caressing his hand still. Namjoon wipes his tears, he won’t remember what happened here but it will be safe in your heart.

“C-can you give me a piggyback?” Namjoon slurrs again finishing another cup of wine. You nod before responding “Is that all you want?”

“Snacks... like chips... kisses.. and cuddles.” Namjoon pouts, seeing the billing you paid it off quickly so you can get Namjoon home.

“Let’s go home sweetheart.” You stood next to him reaching out to him to stand up. Namjoon softly on your back his breathing ragged due to alcohol in his system.

Kim Seokjin: <3

Seokjin was with the group at a local bar, they wanted to stop by get some food and some drinks before ending their busy week. At some point of the night Seokjin called you to join in on the fun but since work made you a little late you joined in when everyone was a bit tispy, more then others.

“Hey Y/N, you’ve made it.” Namjoon greets you while you put your workbag on the ground. Looking around the bar to find Seokjin. Namjoon notices telling you “Oh Seokjin? He’s wasted to put it in short terms.”

“What would you rate it?”

“10.” Namjoon quickly blurted out, you chuckled walking towards Seokjin with his empty glasses. It didnt take much for him to get tipsy so you weren’t too worried about it.

“Give me more shots! It’s on me!” Seokjin cheers his shot glass in the air before you set it down for him.

“No I don’t think-“ You dismissed the bartender. Seokjin staring at you up and down, before winking at you.

“Also more of this sexy man!” Seokjin slurrs on his words. He’s definitely checking you out, not like he hasn’t seen all of you already, passing a slow tip to the bartender for dealing with Seokjin.

“Seokjin we are literally dating.” Giving him some of your water. It wont fix the problem but it will give his system something non-toxic.

“I got lucky! Best boyfriend shot gimme!” Seokjin cheers for the bartender once again. You grab him by his hand walking out of the bar with a very drunk Seokjin.

Min Yoongi: <3

“Drunk Yoongi incoming.” You read the text message by Taehyung. The quiet late night was disrupted by your beautiful boyfriend. The nice kind of disruption, one you were happy it happen.

When you heard the knock you went to the door, Yoongi was being held by Taehyung. His head draped down and his entire body slouched.

“You definitely weren’t lying.” You grabbed Yoongi’s hand slowly transferring him from Taehyung to you. His soft groans while you held him up, praying he didn’t vomit on your shoulder. Thanking Taehyung he had left. You rested him on the bed, taking off his clothes and placing some quick pajamas.

“Hmmmm hh.” Yoongi’s long groan his arms clinging onto you. Almost like a monkey his entire body on the side of you. “Call me kitten.” Yoongi kisses your cheek.

“Kitten? That is new.” You giggle playing with his hair waiting for his heart to relax so he could fall asleep.

“Always wanted y-you to call me that.” Yoongi hick ups his face flustered from the alcohol in his system. Feeling the butterflies in his stomach he kisses you softly on the lips.

“Love you kitten.” You softly whisper returning the kiss. Yoongi smiling in the kiss till his eyes got heavy, slowly coming down from being drunk. He falls asleep resting on your shoulder.

The next morning you saw him gone, Yoongi was making noise in the kitchen. Searching for something as you saw him looking through mutiple cabinets.

“What are you looking for kitten?” You asked immediately seeing Yoongi turn his head from the name “Kitten”.

“Me?” Yoongi questions you wrapping your arms around his waist. “Yes you kitten.” Kissing his neck Yoongi doesn’t know how you knew his weakness for the pet name kitten but it will be your own little secret.

Jung Hoseok: <3

“Hoseok. You are s-so drunk!” Jimin leans on him while he giggles. Hoseok drinking another cup of wine along with a salty snack. “Wha-What time is it?” Jimin asks in his hotel room shared with Hoseok.

The last tour date was today and they surived a entire tour, months of traveling and preforming, came to this day. Relaxing and rewinding before a flight back home to Korea.

“Fu-Fuck, it’s 2am.” Hoseok sighs slouching in the hotel couch in Jimin’s room. Seeing the clear night sky being lit up by the cities light’s. Hoseok stood up slowly walking towards the door.

“Alright-t goodnight Jimin. Love you.” Hoseok does a peace sign before bailing out of the room. He later walks through the halls to your room, opening it with the spare key you gave him.

Hoseok plops himself on the bed cuddling next to you while you groan being woken up. “I’m so wasted...Y/N.” He laughs loudly snorting.

“Hoseok go to bed.” You fluttered your eyes seeing him burrying his face into your neck. Throwing some of your blanket on him.

“But I want cuddles, this is normal sober or drunk.” Hoseok pouts, you give in wrapping your hand around his waist pulling him closer still smelling the stench of wine in his body odor.

“Love you.” Hoseok mumbles softly not knowing the massive hang-over he’ll experience when he wakes up but you know you’ll be by his side every step of the way.

[mintyobscurity]

- City Boyfriends - 🏙📷👬

*기호

[lesbianslovebts]

BTS are just too damn talented to be cishet.

[male-readers-like-kpop-idols-too]

Can I request one with Monsta x and their reaction to the media outing their relationship with their boyfriend before they can?

Woo, I love to procrastinate. But of courseShownu

Hyungwoo was about to go on stage when he was looking at his phone. He went on sns and saw many pictures of him with (Y/n). It was the date when they go boba, they were holding hands and they had the pictures of them when they went in an ally and kissed. He was so scared, (Y/n) had probably already seen it. Hyungwoo was so scared, he didn’t want to lose his fans, or (Y/n). He would find his manager and tell him immediately. Hyungwoo wouldn’t even be able to drink water, he was worried that he would be sick.

Wonho

He wouldn’t care what people thought of him, he was more worried about (Y/n). Hoseok knew that any fans that didn’t support him being happy weren’t real fans. He knew what intense ‘fans’ would hunt (Y/n) down and make his life hell. However it got out, he would try to shut it down. Hoseok would be scared and would make sure that their house had 2 more locks and check all the windows. It wouldn’t matter if they lived on the 70th floor, he would check the windows. Blackout curtains too. This wasn’t the way that Hoseok wanted to tell his fans but would talk in a Vlive about his boyfriend. 

Minhyuk

Minhyuk would be in tears, he couldn’t help but read the comments. He loved (Y/n) so much and he wishes that they could see him the way Minhyuk saw him. He would go to his manager and would be pleading with him to take down the pictures. Minhyuk would be in their bed for hours and was so upset. (Y/n) came home and as he saw the posts, he climbed too. Minhyuk would take a picture of them together and would go onto the Monsta X Instagram account. He made a long post telling his monbebes how much he loved (Y/n).

Kihyun

He’s called a mom for a reason and he would make sure (Y/n) is okay after taking it down. Kihyun would try not to let it affect him. He would try but (Y/n) could see it. He soon went on a V live and talked with his fans, if the subject came up. Kihyun would talk about it. It was something along the lines of “I know some of you saw the pictures of me with (Y/n). I want you to know that we’re dating and we’re happy. I hope everyone can see how much we like each other and how much he makes me happy.”

Hyungwon

He wouldn’t know how to handle it. It didn’t kick in that he should tell his manager but panic would be the first emotion. Hyungwon would run to his boyfriend and tell him immediately. (Y/n) might have already heard and would try to calm him down. Hyungwon would lose sleep, that’s how much it worried him. What if people broke into their apartment? People would harras (Y/n). Would (Y/n) still want to be with him? Hyungwon would be most worried about the last one. He would be able to handle it all, as long as he had (Y/n).

Jooheon

Jooheon would go to his members and with power in numbers, he would defend (Y/n) and their relationship. They both knew that they had to tell everyone at one point. He would be a little upset that it wasn’t on his terms but wouldn’t deny it. Jooheon would show that he is happy with (Y/n). Like it was members just casually sliding in, “I think Jooheon is out with his boyfriend.” Or showing pictures, with consent, of them together. Both knew hate was going to come but Jooheon’s and (Y/n)’s fans would send them so much love, it wouldn’t matter. 

Changkyun

To be honest, he was scared. Partly because of the security risk, what people thought of him and how this would affect Monsta X. Changkyun wouldn’t deny it but wouldn’t proudly show it. Maybe a few pictures a year. But Changkyun would start a V live. He would talk in all of the languages he knew. (Y/n) would be sat beside him and talk with Changkyun. “Hello, I wanted to talk about the pictures that were released without our knowing. (Y/n) has been my friend for such a long time and we wanted to be more. I want to let you all know that (Y/n) makes me very happy and he makes me happy. I hope you will support us.”

[nicoryio]

I’m a simple gay, monsta x releases anything and I lose my goddamn mind

[apollos-arc]

I'm wearing my pride flag to the bts concert

[lg-bts-cenarios]

BTS meeting their long distance boyfriend at the airport for the first time ||

Jungkook had been texting you every five minutes, unashamed in his excitement to finally meet you. He was the first one in line out of everyone waiting for your plane’s landing, but when he did actually see you— he became a lot more nervous. “H-hyung!” He waved, a shy but wide smile on his face, “Over here!” The two of you greeted each other with a hug, longer and tighter than the ones you were used to. You had planned to kiss him, maybe even use tongue— but despite the explicit messages and suggestive words you had said to each other through the phone— you could tell he was shy and didn’t want to risk him feeling overwhelmed or pressured to do anything. Instead, you settled for holding his hand and sending him sweet smiles. You waited years to meet him— and even though it would only take a few hours— you could’ve sworn you would’ve been willing to wait even longer, just to kiss him.

Jimin spotted you before you even properly set foot on South Korean soil; he’d been walking around the airport all morning, not at all shy to ask the staff about what plane you would be coming out of and from what window he could see you arrive. He’d run over to you quickly, fairly short legs carrying him a long distance as he jumped into your arms. He was lighter than you expected, but you weren’t given a chance to brace for impact and both of you fell down hard. “Hi. Sorry, I didn’t—I didn’t mean to attack you like that.” You responded with a small laugh, the position you two fell in was less than appropriate. He blushed when he realized— but he’d still smile, not at all apologetic about any of it.

Taehyung was a bundle of nerves, and despite his attempts at hiding it— you knew he was trying his absolute best not to shit himself right then and there. There had been years of skype calls and line messages leading up to it, but even then, Taehyung couldn’t help but be careful. The two of you visited his favorite museums and ate at his preferred restaurants, and although there was still some shyness between you... it was kind of sweet. You joked about the meal that was being shared— diabetes on a dining table. Taehyung only laughed and took another bite from your plate, hesitating before speaking. “You can stay the night if you want, or— well, you can come over in the morning— whatever you want. I’ll make you breakfast, healthy and homemade!”

Namjoon felt anxious enough for the two of you. It’s not that he was insecure about your relationship— he knew that it stood the test of distance and time... but he was afraid that he wouldn’t live up to your expectations— that you wouldn’t be able to fall in love with him as easily as you had with the idea of him. You took care of his worries instantly though, sprinting over to hug him, his arms around your neck while yours snaked around his waist. “I’ve missed you.” He whispered, blinking away tears that he thought were embarrassing. You wiped them away before they could slide down his cheek, placing small kisses where tears would’ve been. He looked up at you and then back down at his feet, feeling a bit stupid for not being able to express half of all that he felt. “Sorry, I just— you know— I can’t believe you’re here.”

Hoseok was already waiting at the airport by the time you had sent him a text letting him know the plane would be taking off soon. You were able to spot him as soon as you set foot in the airport— he was kind of hard to miss— considering he had brought a dozen “welcome home” balloons. You had never been to Korea before, but that wasn’t the point. It was one of those things, the things only the two of you understood. Hoseok was your home and you were his— and meeting him, having him smiling and giggling in your arms felt like adolescence, but without all the angst and self doubt. He looked up at you, bright and blinding; your eyes met. “Your windows look beautiful, hyung.” You blinked and he smiled again, “The curtains are longer than I thought they’d be.”

Yoongi could’ve sworn there were angry bees swarming about in his stomach, desperate for honey. He bit his nails and chewed at his lips as he waited for you to meet him, anxious. The car was teal, loud and attention seeking— not at all representative of him as a person— but evidence of a lost bet between the two of you. As planned, he waited inside of the car while you made your way through the airport’s garage— and there he was. You finally spotted him, and he was quick to unlock the passenger’s seat and let you in. Luckily, you didn’t have any luggage with you— something else that had already been planned. The two of you looked at each other, a moment of silence passing before your lips met in a kiss.

Seokjin had been waiting more than six hours, and although his legs were stiff and his back ached— he remained patient. The universe had decided that the day was far too perfect, something had to be of inconvenience— it just had to rain. Your flight had been delayed and a small and stupid part of you worried that Seokjin would’ve up and left. He proved that part of you wrong, though. He ran to you, long limbs and all— the two of you spun around in circles as you giggled— loud and obnoxious, but compared to the conversations and interactions you had through the phone— his touch still felt a little shy. The two of you finally stopped, the laughter dying down as you stared into each other’s eyes, completely disregarding the curious glances from those around you. I think I love you, he wanted to say. “It’s nice to finally meet you!”

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Experiences, Time and Your Life

Disclaimer: This is FICTION, so everything written is a work of fiction and not real, everything in this does not reflect on him as a person in real life.

Prompt: “I don’t know if I want to yell at you or kiss you.”

“I DON’T KNOW IF I WANT YELL AT YOU OR KISS YOU!” Wonho yells, waving his arms around in frustration.

“WELL YOU’RE ALREADY YELLING SO WHY NOT TRY BOTH!” You grab Wonho’s shirt pulling him into a heated kiss, he grabs your shoulders in response pulling you both deeper into the kiss, after what felt like years pass, you both pull away so aggressively that you both stumble backwards slightly.

“Wow…..” Wonho pants, “That was amazing.”

“Mhm, it was.” You respond trying to catch your breath as well.

“I’m sorry for starting an argument over something so small, I just saw you hanging around Kihyun a lot and he’s always oddly affectionate with you and I…think I got…ʲᵉᵃˡᵒᵘˢ…”

“I’m sorry what?”

“I got jealous, okay?” Wonho yelled a little bit giving you a slight jump, walking up to him you cup his face looking into his eyes, “Lee Hoseok….you never struck me as someone who gets jealous.”

“I don’t normally, but I don’t know why with you I do, but I do.”

“There’s no shame in that.” You pull his face down and kiss him on the forehead. He smiles the second your lips touch his forehead and covers his face almost immediately as well.

You take your hands off his cheeks as he sits down on the couch behind him, hands still covering his face you straddle his lap and just stare at him with his face covered.

He eventually moves his hand only to see you looking at him, giving him a small smile of reassurance, Wonho slides his arms around your waist pressing his face into your sternum, “You okay?” You say as you begin playing with his hair.

“Yeah.” His voice sounds slightly off because his cheek is squished on your chest.

“Do you wanna talk about it or do you just wanna stay here for now?”

“Can we just stay here?”

“Sure….but we will have to talk about it at some point, you know that?”

“Do we have to?”

“Yes…you giant baby.” Wonho leans back on the couch crossing his arms and turning up his head with a pout in response.

You giggle at his actions, “Okay okay, but we will have to talk about the fact that we kissed and you were getting jealous.”

“I know.” Wonho uncrosses his arms placing them on your thighs, you lift your leg moving to sit beside him, resting your arm on the back of the couch and sitting on your knees.

Wonho begins speaking as soon as you get comfortable beside him, “So I’ve liked you for some time now.”

“May I ask, since when?”

“Do you remember when You, Hyungwon, Changkyun and I went to the karaoke bar?”

“Which time? We’ve been more than once?”

“THAT night?” 

“OH, wait- OHHHHH, that night?

“Yes.” “The night where we sung Wine as a duet?”

“Yes.”

“Really? Huh.”

Yes, so I like you, have for a while now, so would you like to go out on a date? I was thinking the cat cafe you keep mentioning.”

“I would love to, but not there.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want you getting jealous of some cats too.”

“I didn’t ask you out to be made fun of.”

“What’s the point of dating someone if they’re not going to be the one to make fun of you?” You kiss Wonho’s cheek getting up to walk away, he gets up right behind you and grabs your hand pulling you back and turning you around before pulling you into a hug, “Because they’re going to be someone you share experiences, time and your life with. That’s the point.” Wonho kisses the tip of your nose and smiles at you.

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