#i would kindly like to ask namjoon what did he exactly put in this fucking song…………………………………

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BTS Reaction | Thigh Touching [Request]

A/n: I couldn’t find anything except for the musical so I hope this is okay for you hun!

Seokjin:

You were sitting across from Jungkook on the sofa when Jin walked into the room and sat down beside you, you and Jin had been dating for years and it was nothing new when he would come in and cuddle you but you felt uncomfortable cuddling in front of the rest of the boys especially since Jungkook had just gone through a really tough breakup you felt as though you were rubbing it in. Jin's hand landed on your thigh like it always did and you noticed Jungkook shift in place looking uncomfortable so you kindly moved Jin's hand away and crossed your legs so he couldn't put it back.

"What's wrong?" Jin asked panicked, normally you would only push him away when you were having a fight or you were in a bad mood so he instantly wanted to know what was wrong with you.

"Nothing, just not right now." You whispered back to him getting up from the dorm sofa and going to make a drink for yourself, Jin followed close behind wanting to know what was going through your head.

"Did I do something?" He panicked and you giggled at the scared expression on his face, you squished his cheeks between your hands and shook your head.

"No baby, I just don't want to flaunt around in front of Kookie, you know what he's just been through." He agreed with you and looked through the door to see Jungkook watching the movie that was on the screen,

"He's good for five minutes, kiss me." You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend before kissing him on the lips and then wrapping your arms around his neck smirking against his lips as his hands dropped to your ass, squeezing it a little before leaving you in the kitchen wanting more.

Yoongi:

You sipped on the water that was in front of you at the restaurant and looked over at Namjoon who was giving a speech about the new comeback the boys were having. They had done amazing as always so you were celebrating in a nice little restaurant with your boyfriend and his band members,

"It's a great album, as always." You said before putting your glass down and starting to look through the menu. Yoongi had one hand under the table while he glanced over the menu and you bit on your lip reaching for his hand and laying it on the top of your thigh. Yoongi froze when he felt you leave his hand there and then spread your legs a little,

"Baby," He warned you and you turned to look at him with a small smirk on your lips, you had expressed to one another before about your kink for public things and he couldn't believe you would do it right now.

"Fine," You rolled your eyes going to cross your legs when you felt his grip on your thigh tighten and he spread them further apart.

"You better hope you can be quiet Jagiya." He smirked leaning forward to take a drink from his beer. His hand rested on your thigh constantly, not moving for even a second not even when the food arrived for you all, he was just teasing you by tracing invisible lines along the skin and grazing against your panties, he hadn't even touched you yet and you were a mess for him, ready to do whatever he told you to if it meant getting some contact with him.

"Meet me in the bathroom." He growled in your ear before excusing himself and leaving for the toilets.

Hoseok:

If Hoseok thought he was going to get away with this than he was mistaken, he'd gotten into a fight with you that morning and then acted as though nothing had happened when he came home from the studios.

"What are you watching?" He questioned when he walked into the living room of your shared apartment later that night, you ignored him turning up the movie and keeping your eyes trained to the screen. You were giving him the silent treatment until he remembered why and apologised for that morning.

"Baby?" He sat down beside you and watched you as you stared at the movie, he could already tell you weren't paying attention to what was happening so he played along, watching the screen with you. A couple of minutes passed and you felt his hand on your thigh tracing lines into the skin so you pushed his hand off you and watched the movie,

"What did I do?" He asked when he realised what was happening, he tried thinking about everything that had happened that day when he remembered the morning argument.

"Really?!" He asked looking at you and you huffed getting up and moving away from him,

"Baby!" He yelled following you up the staircase,

"Baby it was a dream!"

"You killed me!" You yelled back at him and he started laughing again just like he had that morning and you rolled your eyes starting to laugh along with him,

"See! You find it just as funny as I do." You groaned knowing you could never stay mad at him and he chuckled bringing you into a hug on the staircase,

"I promise from now on I won't kill you in your dreams." You giggled at him and he bent down giving you a quick kiss on the lips.

Namjoon:

The last thing Namjoon would have expected at a family dinner was for you to move his hand onto your thigh and then look at him with your bedroom eyes,

"Right here?" He whispered so that only you could hear him and you let out a whine, he'd been neglecting you all week as a form of punishment and tonight was the night your punishment was supposed to be ending.

"Does my baby need me?" He whispered again and you nodded looking up at him with pleading eyes, practically begging him to fuck you right there on the table and if you were at home alone Namjoon would have gladly done. But you were at a dinner with your family and Namjoon's family discussing the upcoming wedding between you both.

"Just wait baby." He tried to move his hand but you clamped your legs together just having his hand on your bare skin was enough contact for now,

"J-Just leave it there, please?" He nodded and kept his hand there since he could see how needy you were without him even doing anything yet. He smirked into his wine glass knowing you were going to be in for a long night, his fingers rose up to your core and he gasped when he realised you weren't wearing panties,

"Naughty," You whimpered when he brushed his fingers against you and he smirked once again, bending down to kiss your cheek to seem like a loving husband-to-be but he knew exactly what he was doing to you since he could feel it.

Jimin:

You and Jimin had been in a secret relationship for the last six months, it was a secret because you worked for bighit and if anyone was to find out it would result in you being fired and you didn't want that.

"As we were saying, as you can see-" The main man began talking and you yawned looking at Jimin beside you who had a small smile on his face. He was holding your hand under the table, he had started to become more daring with you in the BigHit building, flirting whenever he could not caring if anyone was around and kissing you in the closets or storage rooms whenever he had that chance.

"Jimin, I'm working." You whispered when you felt his hand travelling up to your thigh, you were wearing a short pencil skirt. The one that Jimin had expressed his love for multiple times but it was the only one you had for the day.

"Shh baby, concentrate." You gulped when he pushed his hand further up your thigh until it was sitting right below your crotch. You couldn't concentrate, your mind was everywhere else except where it should have been,

"Miss Y/l/n, is there a problem?!" You yelped hearing your name and feeling Jimin squeezing your thigh.

"Sorry, I'm just a little hot." You whimpered and Namjoon got up to open the window for you,

"Thanks." You whispered glaring at Jimin who was continuing to rub your thighs and acting as though he was paying attention and not wrecking you right under the table in front of everyone.

Taehyung:

You were doing a VLive together, your relationship had been out for the last four years and Army had been really supportive since the start of your relationship.

"Can we hear the story about how you met again?" Taehyung read out from the comments and he began to explain everything while you looked through the chats at everything else, that's when you noticed they couldn't see your legs. They could only see the tops of your chests and heads so you smiled moving your hand down under the table and acting normally.

"I was about to leave when she rushed into me, spilling coffee all down my thigh-" You stared at him as he said thigh outloud right as you placed his hand on your thigh,

"No baby, I spilt coffee down your front." You giggled trying to play it cool but you were sure some Army had probably figured it out. Taehyung rubbed his thumb along the skin of your thigh, you were dressed in nothing but one of his shirts and a pair of shorts.

"Yeah, she spilt it down my front." He laughed, you pulled your hands out from under the table and began acting normally, your tighs weren't your weakness they were Taehyung's. He'd always had a kink for them he just loved to touch and feel them whenever he had the chance and you knew what they did to him.

Jungkook:

Jungkook was gaming beside you and you were getting bored of waiting for him to come offline, you shut the book you were reading and looked at the side of his face. You had been sitting there all night waiting for him to give you some kind of attention since it was his first night off in months but he was too interested in his games, which you didn't mind but you were feeling extra needy that night for his attention.

"Just one more round baby and I'm all yours." He promised as he began shooting someone, winning that round and going into the next one. You watched the screen for a second before looking back at Jungkook and laying your legs over his and watching the screen again. Jungkook swallowed the lump in his throat when he felt your legs over his, he kept glancing down at you and he died almost instantly.

"My turn," You took the control from him and placed his hands on your thighs, playing a round for him and killing the guys you were supposed to. It wasn't hard, you'd seen him do it a thousand times, you were about to go into the final round when his hand squeezed your thigh and the controller was taken away from you.

"Kookie I was-" You were cut short by his lips on yours as he laid you down on the sofa, lifting off his shirt that you were wearing for him and kissing down your neck.

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Love Talk - Namjoon

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (nicknamed Vixen)

Wordcount: 6.1k words

Genre: romance, minor fluff, mild smut

Rating: suggested 18+

Hello cuties! Welcome to the Love Talk scenarios.

In these small series we’ll see how the guys handle the turn-ons turn-offs conversation, talking about their previous relationships, kinks and limits.

In this first piece we’ll see how our perfect leader plays his cards with his not-yet girlfriend, fondly nicknamed Vixen. It’s their fifth date and Vixen meets him at hers for a lovely homecooked meal. Expect the situation to escalate. 

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Consumption of alcohol (wine), swearing, toxic past relationships. Discussion of sexual topics, [DDLG/daddy kink, oral, voyeurism, sex toys and impact play, restraints (handcuffs and manacles, spreader bars), lingerie fetish, discipline and rules, mind games, pornography, slight roleplay, sensation play, edging, orgasm deprivation and control, bruising and marking kink, blindfolds. Mentions of angst about Vixen’s past relationship. Mentions of a series of hard limits (hardcore bdsm, heavy pain kink, knife play, electric play, suspension play, water sports, degradation and humiliation, chastity devices, infantilization, dubious consent, asphyxiation, triple penetration, touch deprivation). Just in case you didn’t know already, Vixen is a brat and Joon is the smoothest brat tamer to exist (Can you imagine him sweet talking and tricking his brat into obedience? I. Am. Shaking.)

Wordcount: 6.1k (listen, these two flirt a lot, they like talking to each other and Joon could dirty talk for days. Anything less than 5k would be an insult to them and I GOT CARRIED AWAY) Also, here is my Masterlist

Do you want to read what happened next? You can find it here!

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He didn’t expect it. Yeah, last time you’d made out in the backseat, the driver hopefully uninterested in your anthem, but that doesn’t mean he expected you to ask him out. Usually he was the one texting first and asking out.

International, Korean or fusion? The text read. 

Are you thinking of bringing me lunch?

I’m thinking of asking you out this Saturday. If you’re free, of course.

Picnic at Han river? He asked, hopeful.

They say it’s gonna be stormy. Dinner at mine. I’ll cook.

You can cook? His computer went on screensaver mode. He was too caught up texting. He was already done with the demo anyway. 

You’ll see. You teased. 

He smirked. Then it’s a deal. Want me to bring wine and dessert?

Just wine, you wrote before adding a flirty smirk. 

He was blushing. You’re so naughty. He replied. A pause. Cook your signature dish.

Don’t get ideas. You texted back cheekily. 

That was nice. However, a few seconds later you found yourself questioning how long it would take you to lose your cool and throw yourself at him. The night was going to be disastrous. 

That’s how you found a drenched Namjoon on your doorstep the following Saturday. “Sorry, my umbrella broke on the way. I’m a mess.” He spoke, checking how bad he looked, the words spilling out of his mouth lightning fast. With an apologetic smile he looked up at you, his jaw going slack, a little shocked. “Wow.”

He noticed you had dolled yourself up. You blushed and thanked him for the compliment quickly, your main interest focused on taking care of his situation. You quickly dragged him in, already fussing over him before he got cold, your apprehensive side taking control.

You smiled at him and asked him to wait for a towel. When you came back you noticed he was wearing a thin cotton t-shirt, now perfectly sticking to his skin. You were ready for self-ignition. Fortunately, you managed to find a spot for his dripping jacket and tell him to get comfy. He was already barefoot, his sandals on your entry mat. You offered him your oversized sleeping t-shirt and left as he dried himself and got dressed. 

“Let me see if I have a pair of sweats for you.” You came back a few minutes later with some basketball shorts you didn't even know you had. “Sorry, I don’t have boxers. You could use one of my thongs, if you fancy those.” You smirked, giving him an awkward thumbs-up. He snickered at that, shaking his head. 

God, he felt fond of you already. 

After a few minutes he was sitting at the kitchen table, looking like boyfriend material in his exceedingly domestic outfit, and fidgeting with his hands. Previously you had led him to the bathroom, giving him space to change and asking him to give you his stuff so you could put it in the dryer. In the meantime he had noticed the small details in your bathroom. Your pink toothbrush. Your sleeping robe hanging from the heater. And a small collection of delicate lace — too delicate for machine washing and drying — hanging from a small rack. 

Fuck. 

“It’s almost ready. I hope you like lasagna. It’s a classic.” You called from the stove. 

“That’s nice.” He admitted. “It feels amazing in here. Smells good. And it’s nice, toasty. Great autumn vibes.”

He was probably talking out of nerves. He should stop. He was painfully close to slapping himself.

“Thank you. I know you like hardwood. And that’s exactly the vibe I go for.” You said referring to your furniture.

“Your house is truly lovely, ____.” He spotted more details, trying to ignore the rumbling of his stomach, both from nerves and the mouth-watering scent coming from the oven.

“I’ll give you a tour later. Don’t expect a lot, though. It’s just the living room, the studio and the bedroom. Other than the bathroom and kitchen, that is.”

Bedroom. Hell. Keep calm, Namjoon, she said don’t get ideas. “I’d love to.”

Dinner was easy, you talked about his job and your job, and how you’d moved to Seoul and found that incredible, small apartment in such an exclusive neighbourhood. 

Together with conversation flowed the wine. You both were red cheeked by the end of the meal and your head felt a bit light when you stood up. He noticed and smirked kindly. “Need help?” A hand sweetly supporting your waist. 

You were standing in front of him now and you couldn’t help but notice how his head reached your navel while he was sitting. “Have I already told you you look breathtaking tonight?”

You blushed. “Maybe.” You stroked his hair back, the gesture incredibly intimate. He closed his eyes and pushed his head against your hands, inviting you to do that again. You obliged. “And you look ravishing in my pink and frilly sleeping shirt.” You joked. 

“Yeah I feel incredibly cute. But don’t jump my bones, please. Right now this place feels like the dragon’s den.” He confessed. “And you keep luring me in.”

“I might eat you. Be careful.” You teased. “This dragon can be very hungry.”

He looked up at you and smiled, his eyes crincling. “That sounds amazing.” 

You took your chance and poked his dimple, then you grabbed his hands and removed them from your waist, getting ready for dessert. You started collecting the dishes and bringing them to the dishwasher, leaving only the wine and glasses on the table. As you turned and bent he let his eyes run down your tight-fitting dress, biting his lip as he noticed the lack of panty lines on your behind. “Do I get the dessert now?” He growled quietly. You turned your head, pretty sure that he was enjoying the view, which you had no intention ruining.

“Have you been a good boy?” You questioned playfully. 

“I’m always good.” He replied “Maybe not a good boy, but good for sure.”

“You can go in the living room, we’ll eat dessert there.” You directed him. 

He let his hand caress your lower back, catching your attention. “Need me to take the wine and glasses there?” He asked.

“Yes, thanks, sweetie.” You whispered, somehow entranced by the small touch. 

You were starting to get intimate and it felt right. Comfortable. You took a few minutes to yourself, cleaning up the kitchen and loading the dishwasher, then trying to get dessert ready, your movements slower both because of the wine and because you felt like you needed more time to get psychologically ready for him and your bantering.

Meanwhile he reached the other room and fumbled around a little, searching for the light switch. Suddenly the place felt comfy. And dangerous. The lights were low, the sofa looked soft and inviting with a big woolen comforter thrown over it. 

You were well-read. He knew that already, but noticing the big library and the books laying a little bit everywhere really made him wonder how many things you knew. He put down the glasses and bottle and explored, careful of where he put his feet. 

You had Korean books and English ones. A few in one or multiple languages he didn’t know. On your wall there were a few movie posters. Studio Ghibli. The Grand Budapest Hotel. Lost in Translation. Lolita. 

He knew that one. He would ask about that later. 

Moving back to the library he noticed other books he knew. The Unbearable Lightness of Being. Again, Lolita. The Memoirs of a Geisha. The Delta of Venus. A thorough guide to the language of sex… A thorough what?

“You found my forbidden stash.” You asked him, propped against the door jamb, dessert in one hand, spoons in the other. 

“If it’s forbidden, then why are you displaying it so openly.” He asked, moving away and innocently sitting on one edge of the sofa, legs closed, trying to occupy as little space as possible.

“No one visits here, usually. And why should I hide being interested in erotism?” You laid the heavy bowl on the table. “It’s tiramisu. It’s coffee-based. I thought you would like it. If you’re bold enough I might tell you the story of it.”

“Come on, try me.” He teased.

“It was invented in Italy. It’s said that prostitutes would make it to reinvigorate their clients.” You took a spoon and dipped it in before bringing it to your mouth. 

He laughed. “Really.”

“It’s a quite popular legend.” You smiled. 

“Did you learn that in The thorough guide to the language of sex?” He asked flirtily, his ears blushing.

“I learnt that during my cuisine lessons.” You replied matter-of-factly.

“And what did you learn from that interesting book?” He wondered, keeping eye contact as he fed himself some cake.

“A lot of things, actually.” You lowered your eyes, playing hard to get. 

“And have you ever used them?” He asked, his curiosity now poked and fully awakened.

“Are you asking me if I’ve had sex before?” You questioned.

He shook his head. “I assumed you have.” He stopped, embarrassed. “I mean, you’re in your mid-twenties and you mentioned having a couple past relationships.”

“Correct. Even though those factors are actually insignificant. But yeah, I’ve done it before.” You shrugged. “So have you, right?”

“Yes. I’ve had three committed relationships. A few casual flings. That’s it.” He admitted, completely unbothered by the fact. 

You looked at him, swallowing your mouthful before asking: “Now we’re gonna talk bodycounts and turn-ons, right?”

“Only if you want to, darling.” His voice became soft, caring. He was your boy now. 

“Then yeah. Well, let’s go through some history.” You poured some wine in both glasses and took a sip of yours. “Lost my virginity at 19. First serious boyfriend. He was a lot older than me. A lot. Like a loooot.”

“How old?” He asked, cocking his head to the side. 

“Like… twelve years...” You said, as if it were a question. 

“He was… thirty-one?” He asked, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah...” You exhaled. 

“And why did it end?” he asked. 

“We were together for two years. Then he wanted family. I wanted career. Seems fair.” You told briefly.

“He must have been important, then.” He assumed out loud.

“We’re actually still friends. He has a family. But he really made me what I am. Actually, he helped me grow up and past some traumas.” You admitted with a smile.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked, again warm and comforting. 

“The usual. Daddy issues.” You giggled. 

He bit his lip anxiously. Now what?

“I was overly responsible from a young age. I wanted rules, restrictions. Attention from my parents. I was always wound up tight and with no one taking care of me.” You shrugged. “He helped me find an outlet and discover how my mind works. I realised sometimes I just need someone to take care of me when I'm too tired to do it myself.”

“I noticed the Lolita theme. I was going to ask you about that, honestly. Is that what you’re into?” He asked, tiptoeing around the huge black hole that was calling to him. Asking you to get into his lap and then praise and cuddle you until the little girl eventually came out to play. 

“Are you asking me if I have a daddy kink or if I like owning multiple versions of the same book in different languages?” You asked, putting some humour in the heavy conversation you would be diving into shortly. 

“Obviously the different versions.” He shrugged with a teasing smile. 

“Yes.” You took another small sip. “To both of those.”

He felt like he needed to stretch his neck. “I’m glad this came up.”

“I’m pretty sure you have one yourself, don’t you?” You licked your lips before taking some more dessert.

He took a sip of his wine. “Yes. I think.”

“From one to ten, how far up?” You asked, eyes sparkling bright.

“I would say eight. Maybe nine.”

“Don’t underestimate yourself. You’re safe with me. I was hoping that by now you knew I wouldn’t ever judge you.” You murmured, a pout on your lip. 

“A solid nine. But I won’t go higher up. There’s some kinky stuff out there that I’m seriously not into.”

“What’s that?”

“Stuff like pacifiers and drawings and plushies and playing tea party. That’s not me.”

“No, I’m not into infantilization either.” You agreed. “Honestly I’m more of a brat than a baby girl.” Now that the ball was rolling it was easier getting to the core of things, using terms and explaining kinks. The initial dive is always traumatic, but now you only had to swim. Metaphorically speaking.

“I could tell.” he smirked. “Too teasing and independent to keep your head low and say “yes, sir”, aren’t you?”

“You got me.” You lifted your eyes to him, batting your lashes a couple times. “And where’s the fun in that? The fun is in the chase. All the sweet talking and the manhandling that lead to surrender and conquest. I need to be won, earned, deserved. Of course I will bend, but I want you to show me how much you want me, how far you’re willing to go to get me. If it suits my taste, I will give in.”

He swallowed and took another spoonful of tiramisu. You were getting to his head faster than the wine. “So you’re a brat.” He stated, then licking his lip. 

You nodded. 

“What else are you into?” He asked, his stare dark and serious. 

You subtly clenched your legs. “I like the fight. I like the sensationof my partner overpowering me. But I also like feeling loved and taken care of.”

“That’s right and natural, darling.” He supported you. 

You felt your body caving in slowly, the desire in his eyes felt intoxicating and the sweet understanding and tenderness oozing from his mouth made you want to please him immensely. You were already yielding without him even touching you. “I like rules.”

“Oh, you do, sweetie?” He lured you in, inviting you to share more details. 

“They make me feel like the other person is giving me boundaries to protect me.” You confessed.

“I like those too.” He diminished the power imbalance between the two of you, showing you his more delicate side. “I like giving them. And I like receiving them. I also feel like the other person is teaching me how to respect them. How to love them right. And is also indirectly protecting me from harm.”

“That’s right.” You agreed. “That’s exactly how I feel.” You smiled shyly. 

“Do you like punishment, in any forms?” He asked, his voice so delicate it felt like a butterfly landing on the tip of your nose.

You blushed and exhaled. “I like spankings.” You bit your lips, hiding your face in your hands.

He caressed your hands tenderly. “I’d love to spank your perfect ass, Vixen.”

You giggled at the nickname. He’d used it at the end of your fourth date, when your hand had started playing with his belt.

Mood lightened, you lifted your head, smiling brightly. “I like it barehanded. It’s my favourite. But I also like the paddle and the hairbrush.”

“Not afraid of bruises?” A shiver ran down his spine, even though his blood was boiling. 

“Not really.” You took more dessert. He stared at the spoon as it disappeared in your mouth, your lips latching and sucking at the silverware. His eyes then moved to your fingers as they held the spoon elegantly but energetically. “Actually the more the better. But tell me about you.”

He took in a deep breath before exhaling quickly. “I like bruising. Of different sorts. As I said, I’d love to cover your behind in those, if you’ll ever allow me to, that is.” He put down the spoon after he realised he was gesticulating with it. Dangerous. He was getting dumber. “This might sound very horny teenager but I like hickeys. Loads of them. Like marking. I really like marking.”

Your attention sparked up. He could claim you like that whenever he wanted to. 

“And other stuff like biting. Licking. A lot of mouth activity in general.” He admitted, toying with his hands and shifting in his seat.

You couldn’t contain a small squeal and a giggle. “Oral fixation. Sounds nice. I have that too. Official member of the oral squad.” You grinned as you saw the gleam in his eyes. You took a small pause analysing your next move. “However, I can assume from your size that you’re a lot.” You gestured to his shoulders and height.

He only opened his mouth, raising his eyebrows and averting his gaze. 

“And my gag reflex sucks. So I can only guarantee you I’ll try. Enthusiastically. Over and over.”

He felt like evaporating. “The only thing that counts is that you’re okay with receiving.” He waited for your answer expectantly, eyebrows raised, heartbeat galloping.

“Yes. Anytime.” You deadpanned. Eyes already closing at the thought of his mouth between your legs. “But don’t expect me to be shy about it. I will ask for it. Repeatedly. Until I’m a blabbering mess.”

He could make you a blabbering mess right in that second. He took a deep breath. Don’t start thinking of that.

“Come on, say it.” You flirted. 

He laughed his big old grandpa laugh. “Say what?” He looked at you, happy and excited.

“Come on, you’ve admitted it to national tv but won’t talk to me about it.”

“Oh, you mean porn.” He blushed to the tip of his ears. “Fuck. I’m so fucking dumb.”

“Just clumsy. It’s lovely.” You complimented. “It’s a nice contrast to the hot daddy look you have eighty percent of the time. But don’t get distracted. Talk to me about your voyeurism kink.” You spurred him on. You needed to unlock that part of him. Craved it. 

“Okay, fine. but we’re getting back to the hot daddy part later.”

“I’ll make sure of that.” You quipped. God, the chemistry was getting insane.

"Honestly, back then I used to watch it a lot more. Now I'm sort of… Lazier. It's so difficult finding what I like, and actually liking it the way it is carried out." 

"Like, you're not sure you like how they're doing it." You suggested.

He clicked his tongue in agreement. "Yes. And it just lacks that… Spark. The intimacy, you know." 

"Yeah, I know. That's why I one night stands aren’t it for me. I need to build that trust.” You admitted. 

"I feel the same. And I get it, sex is amazing and everything, but only when you do it right. Like — with the right person. Someone that understands you and someone you're free enough to do it with. Someone you know, mentally and emotionally."

"Sex that comes from knowing and understanding is so much more intense." You said with a dreamy tone.

He looked at your face, longing blatant on your lineaments. He wished he could give you that. He wished he could take it from you. "That's the right word. Intense. You know, like the way lovers look at each other, like ‘yeah, I know your tits look great but you know what looks even greater? The way your chest flushes when you're close and your eyelids flutter and you subconsciously wet your lip with that little, oh-so-familiar flick of tongue’."

You felt your body soften at the words, secretly answering to his description. "You just explained intimacy." You agreed, nodding along and picking up a spoonful of dessert. 

"That's why I watch a lot more amateur stuff these days. I would never have the audacity to film anything — too risky for my taste — but I like watching, at least."

"And how do you feel about watching… Live?" You asked, curious but also guarded. 

"You mean watching my partner as she touches herself?" He asked, eyes blown wide.

"Yes." You said, shrugging.

He licked his lips and gulped, though his mouth was awfully dry. Wine. That's what he needed. 

As he downed a large sip, you waited for his answer expectantly, almost ready to change topic when he started talking. 

"Yeah." His voice was deeper now and an obscure part of you stood to attention, your hearing enhanced to capture any order he was ready to give you. None came. "I would love to. I love looking at a confident woman showing off her lingerie —  and don’t think I forgot about your little collection.” He licked his lips and parted his legs, trying to ease his discomfort. “Sadly, I think that the vision would be an exercise in restraint, since I have zero patience and I can't stand being provoked. But I would watch, were she to touch herself with bare hands or with… Toys."

Lord, save me. You thought, your legs squeezing tighter. 

This time it seemed Namjoon had noticed, although he did not show any reaction except for a cocky smirk, which he hid readily. 

"If it's such an exercise in patience maybe some restraints could help you rein yourself in." You suggested. 

"Being tied up by you as I watch you take off your lovely, expensive lingerie set and then watch you touch yourself? Is that what you're asking me?" 

"A girl can dream." You teased with a cheshire grin.

"Good thing dreams do sometimes come true." He suggested, an eyebrow raised, mouth quirked to the side, panty-dropping dimple in tow.

You smiled and moved half an inch closer to him. 

"You said once you did it a lot more. How much then and how much now?

"Well, back then I did it at least once a day or every two days. Now it's three times a week, roughly." He looked just slightly ashamed, but not really. You couldn't quite decypher his mind in that second. "May I ask about your… Needs."

Your brow creased, fingers entangling. "If I watch stuff? Or how often?" 

He looked stuck somewhere in his brain and you tried helping him out. "Yeah."

Both, then. "Not films. Usually it's just pictures or short clips. When I'm especially needy I might listen to audios—” 

"Of people having sex?" 

You nodded. "Yeah, or just having some alone fun-time. "

God, he wanted one of those. Of you. "That sounds interesting." 

"Sounds interesting in more ways than one, indeed." You offered back with an innuendo. 

Your silver tongue and quick brains would be the end of him. "Talking with you is like a dangerous tango. Like that scene from Mr and Mrs Jones."

You laughed. "I'll have to catch up on that one."

"We could watch it together, next time." He suggested. 

"I'd love to." You were sure that watching the film would probably be the last thing you’ll do. If you did it at all… "About frequency…" You took a pause, trying to verbalise decently what you felt wasn't decent at all. "I must say I'm quite high maintenance."

He poked your side, leaning across the sofa, but staying respectfully two feet away from you. He wanted to see if you would come closer. "Don't be shy. You made me grade my daddiness, now grade how needy you are from one to ten."

"Nine?" You were getting panicked. "Ten?" 

"How often, baby?" His voice was so deep and husky it made your stomach shake with the reverberations of it. 

"Like normally at least once a day?" You confessed in a shrill, insecure voice. 

He nodded with a dark smirk. "Very needy indeed." He turned towards you slightly, his body language showing openness and inviting you to cuddle up next to him. 

He wanted to touch you. Platonically. He wanted to comfort you throughout this conversation as you opened up and showed your vulnerabilities to him, but he also wanted to respect the distance you were keeping. Little did he know it was just a facade. All you wanted was to feel his hands combing your hair, his solid chest pillowing your head, his lips whispering sweet nothings at your ear. 

"So you said you like rules, spankings, power struggles and discipline, anything oral, toys and mature content. Anything else you need me to know, little vixen?" He asked, and the addition of "little" to your nickname made you understand that you were completely out of your mind for this man. You were ready for anything he commanded you. 

"I like restraints." You admitted. "I tend to fight back a little unless my daddy sweet talks me into things. Sometimes I like feeling a bit helpless, like my daddy can manhandle me and maneuver me into positions. That's why I like harnesses and cuffs, especially thigh cuffs. Also spreader bars. And manacles. I don't like handcuffs, they hurt and leave marks which are a bit difficult to hide, and embarrassing to explain."

Namjoon's mouth watered at the thought of thigh cuffs. Of the way your flesh would swell there, of how much skin there would be to bite. However, he also realised he had a lot to learn about you. And he needed to learn new things to play with you. 

"I am absolutely okay with that. I must admit I have never explored this deeply into restraints, so I need to tell you I'm inexperienced with stuff like spreader bars and bondage. I know basic knots for wrists, but that's it. I don't usually have much patience for shibari and the likes. The furthest I've gone is handcuffs and using ribbons or belts, on wrists only." He explained. 

"That's okay. Bondage is something too tricky for me too. Lengthy." You admitted. "Do you have any special need I should know of?" 

"Not really. Except privacy and absolute monogamy." He states coldly. "I like experimenting, and you mentioned a spreader bar earlier. I'd love to try that. Both on you and on myself. Same thing about manacles. They seem less aggressive than handcuffs."

You nodded and explained further. "The pressure is distributed on a wider surface, which minimises the risk of injuries and markings. Especially on rebellious… individuals." You chose your word carefully. 

Namjoon bit his lip and hummed in understanding. By now the discourse was getting highly technical, the need to verify and negotiate interests and limits coming to the surface. "We're both voyeurs, but I'll ask anyway, what about blindfolds?" 

"Soft limit. Really depends on how you handle it. I need constant reassurance and guidance, it really destabilizes me."

"Understood. I might be into those when paired with sensation play, but we'll get into that when the time is right." He conceded tenderly. "Just one last thing, baby. I need to know your hard limits. Stuff you really don't want to do."

"Degradation and humiliation are a big no no. My second — and most recent — relationship was with a degrading bastard. He hurt me in ways I'm not comfortable remembering."

"Okay, love." He looked you in the eyes and waited a second for your approval before caressing your face in comfort. 

"Stuff like hardcore BDSM, water sports, triple penetration and most anal play. And asphyxiation or choking."

Namjoon nodded quickly. "Anything else?" 

"Okay, orgasm denial and chastity devices are an absolute no. That should be it, about hard limits. There are a few things that make me safeword but that I can stand to a certain point, like edging, blindfolds, and touch deprivation."

Namjoon nodded once more, waiting for you to finish."Okay. I think that the only stuff I might meddle with is blindfolds and edging. I have no interest in controlling your orgasms — our aim is to please." He winked and smirked at you, your knees growing weaker and weaker. "Also, believe me when I say I tend to assume a very nourishing and protective role, therefore it would go against my nature to humiliate you or degrade you. I don't intend to attack your emotional stability, so if you're interested, we can tackle the problem with blindfolds a bit at a time. Same with edging, we'll take baby steps if you decide you trust me and want to give me the honour of trying." His brow creased as he tried to remember the other thing he wanted to say. "Oh, about touch deprivation, I always need my little one close to me, so you should never feel touch starved." He took a meditative pause." And I intend to touch you a lot, baby." 

You shivered and leaned closer to him, attracted to the comfortable nook he was creating while leaning on his side against the back cushions of your sofa. It looked so warm. And safe. 

He noticed your wandering glance and quickened the pace. He had ideas. And he needed you closer. 

"My hard limits are including other people in our intimate life. I don't share like that." He warned perentoriously. "Also, you know my clumsiness. If there's any chance that it could damage you, then there's no going that way. I'm thinking of stuff like knife play and kinks that involve obviously dangerous material. Like violet wands. Anything involving hardcore BDSM, suspension play, infantilization and dubious consent is a non-negotiable hard limit. Are you still with me, baby?"

You nodded, making eye contact. 

"Good. I might be interested in some anal play. No penetration and no strap-ons. Maybe rimming. Both giving and receiving. But we'll see. Same for sensation play." He scratched his neck, trying to think of things he doesn't like doing. "I don't like being edged and I have poor control of myself, so orgasm control and denial are kind of softish limits." And then you noticed the shift, like his spine getting straighter, his shoulders rolling back in the process, looking broader, still his voice came out sweet and caring. "Listen carefully now, little vixen. I have little tolerance for disobedience and insubordination. If you have a temper or challenge my dominance, you will have to face consequences. Also, I like claiming my partner entirely. What is mine is mine. I don’t like sharing. Infidelity is a deal breaker. Understood, ____?"

"Yes, sir." You replied, automatically, without even intending too. You did’t feel ready for that title. And sir felt neutral enough.

"Such nice manners." He praised with a proud smile. "Now, would you like to come closer, baby?" 

You batted your eyes a couple times. You were sliding into subspace quickly and you found yourself questioning whether it was a good idea to get closer. Still,  your body was faster than your brain, making you nod and crawl next to him, settling inside his embrace. "Can I sit on your lap, Joonie?" 

He blushed, smiling kindly at you. He was beginning to melt at your complicated charms. "Of course, babe." He sat elegantly with his back leaning against the sofa, legs slightly parted so you could place yourself between them, your thighs across his and your side pressed to his front as his arms slowly wrapped around you, ready to retreat at your first show of discomfort.  "Does it feel nice, darling?" 

"Yes." You whispered. You were so close to him, his body warm while the late summer night felt chilly on your skin.

He cupped your cheek with his hand and pulled your head to his breastbone, building a calm cocoon for you. "You mentioned I look like a hot daddy before. Care to elaborate, little one?" 

You purred at his term of endearment, cuddling into him some more. "You look so hot with your glasses on. Sometimes I close my eyes and still see you in your outfit for Gayo Daechukje in 2019. Grey three piece suit, necktie and glasses. Everyone was fantasising about you as their hot kinky professor in classroom roleplay."

He had some troubles reminiscing the details, but he saved in his mind some keywords. Glasses, suit, necktie, kinky professor roleplay. With your face burrowed in his chest, he propped his chin on top of you hair, his spare hand soothing your skin from your waist to your knee, raising goosebumps in its wake. 

"Did that outfit cause discomfort, baby thing?" He questioned, hands caressing your hair gently. 

"It did fuel some steamy dreams, yes." You conceded. 

"And did you wake up all hot and bothered for me?' He kept teasing. 

"Mh mh." You confirmed, head nodding slowly and timidly. 

His chest shook in a breathy laugh. "Poor little girl, so desperate for the hot professor."

He sounded so cruel, basking in your needy struggles. "I'm so lucky I'm a smart girl who can take care of herself." You counterattacked.

"Smart indeed. But now that I know maybe I can take care of it for you." He pressed a kiss to your head. It was the first time he did a gesture so tender and so intimate. 

"What else gets my little girl all ticklish and lightheaded?" He asked, curling tighter against you and around you. 

"When you call me little." You admitted. 

"Do you like it, ____?“

“Yes, Joonie. I like it a lot." You replied meeting his gaze. 

He leaned down and pressed the tip of his nose to your earlobe, a spot he had discovered during your first make out session. "What if I whispered it here, little vixen?" 

Your eyes closed, lost in sensations, your insides clenching so violently that your body followed the movement, knees pressing against each other, thighs squeezing for relief.

"I guess you really like this spot, am I right, little girl?" He pushed you closer and you started recognising the shape of him against your hip. The basketball shorts he was wearing did no good job at hiding him. 

"Please Joonie."

"Please what, darling?" He pressed his lips there, kissing you with a featherlight touch, impossible to perceive, were not for the sound of his disclosing lips. The tip of his tongue met the skin there, your back arching into him. "When I first saw you you looked like a wet dream, _____, in your smart formal attire, looking like the most confident, adult, unbreakable woman in the world. Legs for days and an ass I wanna bite like a ripe, juicy peach. You looked polished like a model, negotiating over the price of a painting in a private gallery. You looked so damn hot." He bit into your neck, moving your hair aside. "You looked like the most refined and expensive thing I have ever seen. Polished, edgy. So sexy." He bit into you again. 

This time you whimpered. 

"I thought I stood no chance, with my clumsy character and boyish ways." He giggled, and his voice vibrated against your throat. "Now you're in my arms, all cosy and needy, begging me to please you with your big doll eyes and pretty, plush lips, behaving like the cutest, sweetest little girl I could ever dream of." He sucked at the column of your throat gently, hard enough to cause a blush but soft enough to avoid a bruise. He leaned closer to your ear. "You're my fucking wet dream, Vixen."

You whined loudly, turning your head towards him, hoping he would put you out of misery and kiss you. 

Instead he grabbed your cheeks passionately and murmured on your mouth, staring intently in your eyes. "All mine. To enjoy, to ruin. But most importantly to protect and nourish and care for." He kissed you like you were made of porcelain, lips stiff against yours, afraid of letting go. "What do you want, little girl?" 

You stared with equal intensity in his eyes. "Kiss me. Please, daddy, I'll be so good to you." You had no problem using his title this time, your brain completely surrendering to him.

"Good girl." And as you felt your lungs bloom at the praise, wetness pooling between your legs, you slowly gave in to him, opening your mouth, letting his tongue dance with yours, mixing with the fruity taste of the wine and the creamy texture of the dessert. His hand stayed at your waist while the other, once gripping your face, slithered into your hair and cupped your nape, dragging you closer. You didn't know what to do with your hands. 

He kept kissing you as your lungs began burning, his technique impeccable. He kissed you thoroughly, licking your tongue and angling your head to give you access to his mouth. He fuelled your desire with short jabs of his chin, giving you the feeling of him caving in but then retreating and making you chase him. It was… Heady. 

"We need to stop, little one. We need to take our time." He exhaled heavily, his cheek against your forehead as he calmed down. "Why don't we cuddle as we watch something?" He suggested.

"No more making out?" You cried out in tiny disappointment. 

"You told me not to get ideas. First I'll learn about you. Properly. Then, when my brain gives me the green light, I guarantee you my body won't hold back. Just, give me time, ____.” He explained, controlled and at the same time empathetic.

You nodded in understanding, caressing his face and pressing a kiss to his chest. "I wanna kiss you again though."

"Don't worry, baby, we'll have the chance later. Let me calm myself down first." He replied, adjusting you in his lap, trying to separate you enough for decency. 

You were glad that at least the dampness between your thighs was matched by the severity of his hard on. 

"What do you say, I go to the bathroom, recompose myself real quick while you choose something to watch?" 

You agreed. 

Date five finished with a sweet kiss at the doorstep as he left after the film you watched together. 

However the following morning you found a lengthy paragraph in your chat with Namjoon containing a detailed description of his intentions towards you. Let's just say you were glad for the girthy, buzzing friend you keep in your bedside table and for its assistence as you read his text and crumbled, calling his name. 

[untaemedqueen]

The Bird Cage

Mafia!Jimin x Reader

Chapter 20.

Warnings: Pregnant Sex, Riding, Daddy Kink, Edging, Orgasm Denial As Punishment, Spanking, Brat!Reader, Dom!Jimin, Squirting, Cum Eating, Mentions of Physical Abuse

Blood, Guns, Knives, Smoking (Cigarettes)

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You stare at the stage incredulously as you sit in the middle of Hyunah and Jimin. 

"You're moaning too loudly, no one wants to hear you sound as if you're being run over by a truck!" Hyunah calls to the naked girl on the stage as she fingers herself. You snort putting your hand to your mouth as you sit in the empty theater the Lees own. Jimin sniggers before sipping his coffee. 

"It's about being seductive, not overly excited. Put some clothes on." You look over at her as she rolls her eyes at you. 

You've become close over the last month. She was like a weird, mother slash business partner slash sex monger. You have breakfast with her most of the time, since she's always in Yoongi's room spending the night. You've never met Lee Oh, but with how Hyunah talks about him, he's really just more of a business partner she decided to marry for his name and to make legacies with. 

"You're beginning to show." Hyunah points out before lighting a cigarette.

"Must you do that? You know how I feel about that shit around my wife." Jimin mumbles bawling his hand into a fist. 

"Yes, Jimin. I must, I have to sit here for hours on end watching girls defile themselves for a job. In my mother's time, pregnant women even used to drink and smoke." 

"Yes, well 1910 is a long time ago, Hyunah." You smirk leaning back comfortably in your chair as you look at the list. 

"Next!" You call trying to disburse the ridiculous conversation. The next girl comes on stage. She's pretty, has a pleasant face and Jimin sniffles before looking over at you. 

"Do I have to be here to watch this?" He mumbles into the open air.

"Getting hard?" Hyunah asks as the girl strips down. 

"No, I have a wife, thank you. I'm uncomfortable." You lean over and put your hand between his thighs feeling his soft cock. You look at him impressed and he rolls his eyes grabbing your wrist. 

"You should know by now that I want you and only you." 

"Yes, Park we all know. Every mafia or maid knows you want only Y/N until your little life ends." Hyunah ashes her cigarette as you smile and kiss his cheek. 

"Speaking of maids, how's it going with that maid in your little playroom?" Hyunah asks quietly as the girl spreads her legs on the couch. 

"She's not talking." Jimin says pulling your hand away from his crotch before intertwining your fingers. 

"Because, I'm not allowed to go near it." You say matter-of-factly. 

Hyunah tuts her tongue, "Pregnant women need to have fun too, Jimin." You smile before nodding to the girl. 

"Go on, then." She begins to rub at herself and you put your hand under your cheek as if you were bored. 

"What's up with the Kim Shin business?" Jimin asks, trying to ignore the girl on the stage. 

"That is for another meeting." Hyunah says looking over at him. He hums before rolling his eyes. The girl enters four fingers into herself and you widen your eyes. 

"Can you fist yourself?" You ask loudly, making Hyunah smirk. 

"Babe." Jimin scoffs at you. The girl blinks before looking down at you in the crowd of seats. 

"Yes." She says confused. 

"Do it." You say folding your arms as Jimin clasps your hand tighter. 

"If you want to get hard, then just fucking get hard." You whisper in his ear. He sighs loudly before sipping his coffee. 

"You must be fucking crazy." He mumbles to himself before grabbing Hyunah's cigarette and burning it out. 

"Stop smoking around my child." She rolls her eyes before pulling out her gun from her thigh. 

"Look what you did." You mumble putting your forehead to the table. 

"Light me another one, and behave yourself little boy." The girl on stage stops and you shoo her away before sighing. She cocks the gun at him and he reaches for her pack of cigarettes. 

"Yeah, yeah." He mutters, grabbing her lighter. 

"Why don't we all just behave like adults?" You ask with a smile clapping your hands. 

"Because that's not fun." Hyunah replies before uncocking her gun and sitting back down as Jimin inhales before blowing the smoke in the opposite direction of you. 

"Fisting girl! You can come back out!" Hyunah calls as Jimin hands Hyunah her cigarette. 

"Never pull something out of my hands again, Park." He hums in agreement before clearing his throat. What a great group of company you have today!

You sit in the office chair, legs crossed as your girls file into the room. 

"Good afternoon Mrs. Park." You hum in agreement. 

"I have a meeting in twenty minutes. Let's make this fast." You tell the nineteen girls before clapping. 

"Yoongs." You say before opening your hand at the desk. Yoongi places the briefcase on the desk before opening it. Bands of Won, all exactly the same amount, sitting prettily for the girls. 

"Go on." You say before rubbing at your growing stomach. They smile at you before grabbing their cut and stashing it wherever they see fit. 

"Any trouble from your men?" 

"I have." You hear Sera say and you lean forward raising an eyebrow. Their safety was your number one priority. The men you send them to meet are usually on par with the rules so today is a bit of a shocker. 

"What happened, Sera?" You ask putting your hands on the desk. Your engagement ring and wedding band gleaming in the office light. She bites her bottom lip before welling up with tears. Yoongi clears his throat before lowering his head. 

"I would just...prefer to show you." She says with a small voice and you nod to her. She takes off her leather jacket before zippering open her Chanel dress. The dress rippling to the ground as she turns around. You take in a deep breath as you stand up. 

"Who did this?" You ask stepping around the desk, her lower back and ass purple as she begins to sob. 

"Okay. Okay." You whisper comfortingly as you rub her upper back. 

"I begged him to stop but...but he said he liked that and...and just kept lashing me." You hug her tightly as she cries onto your shoulder. 

"Just give me a name." You say as Yoongi looks up. 

"Kwon Hyungwon." Yoongi goes wide eyed at her body before clearing his throat. You step back before patting at her cheeks to keep her makeup fresh. 

"He's never going to bother you again. Hmm?" You say before caressing her cheek with your thumbs. She nods with a sniffle before picking up her dress. 

"I want him in Jeongguk's warehouse by 8 o'clock tonight." Yoongi nods as you walk back to the desk and unlock the bottom drawer before pulling out another band of cash. 

"Sera." You call to her as Jina zippers up the back of her dress kindly. You hold out the cash before sighing. 

"Nothing like this should ever! Ever! Happen to you. You have men that go out with you for a reason. If something like this happens and you're too afraid to tell them then you call me. Hmm?" The girls nod at you quickly as Sera grabs the cash gratefully. 

"You call me no matter what time it is. You're all beautiful and all powerful, you hear me? Never let ANYONE disrespect you because they think they can because they are paying. Money may be king. But I'm the Queen." Yoongi smirks as he stands up straighter. 

"Get going." You tell them as Sera stares at you. You smile at her before tilting your head. 

"What is it?" 

"You're just a really great boss and we appreciate everything you do for us." You hum in delight before standing. 

"I'll always do right by you girls. Know that." You say as she nods before grabbing her leather jacket and walking out. Yoongi looks over at you impressed. 

"I like that line. Money is king but I'm the queen." You smirk at him as he pulls out his phone. 

"I want his dick chopped off." You tell him pointing your finger. 

"Tell that to the Prince of Castration when you see him in the meeting." He says with a laugh as he puts the phone to his ear. You tap your fingers on the desk before shaking your head. Men were far to brazen with women they pay money for. 

"Yeah, it's me. Go through Sera's last guests. She had a Kwon Hyungwon. He's a warehouse body now." 

"I want all those girls to have a knife." You tell Yoongi before leaving the office. 

You step into the meeting room before smiling at Jimin who looks up from his phone. 

"Kitten." He says happily as he holds his arms out for a hug. He discards his phone into the metal box before patting his lap. 

"I missed you." 

"I was gone for like an hour." You say with a laugh as you throw your phone into the box. 

"An hour is too long to be away from my baby girl." You giggle as he pulls your arm, pulling you into his lap. He takes in a deep breath smelling your perfume before putting his face into your neck. 

"How are the girls?" You hum pulling back.

"Something we'll discuss in here." Jimin nods before pushing his now black hair back. 

He said something about his baby seeing him with his real hair color will make the baby bond more with him. You have no opinion on that matter, seeing as how you're sure his kid will love him anyway. You rub your ass on him and Jimin licks his lips. 

"You're so horny these days, this baby is definitely a boy." You snort as the guys file into the room. Namjoon enters and you smile at him which he returns with deep dimples. 

"Seokjin is with your sister for a while. I need some pussy, I'm a starved man in Busan." He says before picking up the cellphone box. You hum to him before laughing. 

"How is she?" Jeongguk throws his phone in before sitting next to your empty seat. 

"She talks a lot. Whines a lot. Demands a lot." Namjoon mumbles and you nod. 

"Runs in the family." Jimin says rubbing your stomach. You roll your eyes as Yoongi enters, throwing his phone in the box before looking at you and nodding. You smile at him before getting off of Jimin and sitting in your own seat. Namjoon throws the box outside of the room before shutting the door. 

"Y/N, please. The next time you talk to your sister, please tell her to stop asking me to fuck her." Namjoon begs of you as he sits down with a groan. You laugh loudly before tilting your head. 

"Yeah, I'll tell her." Jimin chuckles before sitting back in his chair. 

"Guns." Namjoon says pulling his own as everyone does the same. Jimin stretches his arms up.

"Agendas?" You nod before clearing your throat. 

"I have one." Jimin holds his hand out for you to continue. 

"One of my girls Sera was beat during her night with one of her guests." Taehyung sits up straighter tilting his head. 

"So I sent him to the warehouse." You turn your head to Guk as he looks at you. 

"Chop his dick off." He smiles before rubbing his hands together. 

"Yes ma'am!" Jeongguk salutes you before putting a toothpick in his mouth. 

"Is that all?" Hoseok asks you before drinking his coffee. 

"No. That isn't." Jimin begins to rub your stomach raising his eyebrow. You clear your throat, Jimin is about to get very upset with you. 

"I would like to put me going in to see Four to a vote." Jimin's hand stills on you before scoffing. 

"There is no voting! You're not going to see her! Getting upset is bad for the baby." You raise your hand not listening to him. 

"I vote yes." 

"Y/N!" Yoongi raises his hand, earning a glare from your husband. 

"You better put your fucking hand down." He warns Yoongi who slowly slides his arm back into his lap. 

"Look at me." You stare across the table at Taehyung stubbornly. Jimin grabs your face with both of his hands before turning your neck to look at him. 

"You are not going in that fucking room with my baby inside you. Do you fucking hear me? I swear to God! If you even touch that door pad-" 

"You'll what? Shoot me? Kill me? You aren't going to do shit. Just let me see her!" Jimin yells frustrated before pressing your cheeks harder, his wedding band digging into your cheekbone. 

"You are NOT going in that room. I DON'T CARE ABOUT A FUCKING NAME, YOU'RE MORE IMPORTANT!" You smirk at his anger. The way his neck gets red, his veins bulging out of his skin makes you smile. You know how much he cares for you, and seeing him all worked up brings out the giddy brat you can be. 

"Wipe that smile off your face." He mumbles before letting your face go and leaning back in his chair. 

"She's not going in that room. End of story. The next time you DO go in that room, she's being moved to Jeongguk's warehouse." You angle your chair away from him before folding your arms. 

"Fucking brat, I swear to God." Jimin mumbles before pushing his hair back. Everyone stares at the both of you not knowing what to do. 

"Well? Next fucking agenda."

Jimin slams the door of your bedroom harshly making you raise an eyebrow. 

"I swear to God! You are so infuriating sometimes!" You take off your black jersey dress before smiling and sitting on the bed. 

"What're you going to do Daddy? Punish me?" Jimin scoffs taking off his cuff links. 

"You're such a little brat. Jesus fucking Christ." Your pregnancy hormones matching with Jimin's temper was the perfect combination for chaos. And sex, lots of sex. Jimin shoves you down into the bed by your shoulders. He straddles you grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. 

"You really want that name don't you?" 

"Yes." Jimin sighs loudly before burying his face into your neck. 

"Why don't you just fucking listen to me? You never listen." You put your head back as he begins to kiss down your skin.

"It's more fun that way." Jimin scoffs opening up your legs and kneeling inside them. 

"Fucking ridiculous." He mumbles to himself as he rips your bra off. 

His arm muscles flexing and straining as he pulls off the ripped fabric. Your breasts were aching and sensitive, although Jimin was angry he still had a gentle touch that had you mewling for him. 

"I will let you go and see her, once. Just once." He whispers quietly as his lips encase your nipple. You pick your head up shocked.

"Really?!" You exclaim, earning Jimin's hand over your mouth as he flicks at your nipple with his tongue. You throw your body back as you wrap your legs around his waist. 

"Fuck." Jimin curses sitting up and taking off his shirt. He's back on you within seconds, pulling your chin down with his thumb and index finger to let his tongue caress yours as you moan for him. 

"Come here." He whispers wrapping his arms around your back and pulling you up to sit on his lap. 

Your legs wrap around his body as he puts his hand to the back of your head as he kisses you. His hand reaches down, ripping your underwear off of your body. You were soaking for him, your body so receptive to his touch. 

"I want you to ride my cock like a good little girl." He whispers before unbuttoning his dress pants. You slide off of him so he could get fully undressed, your fingers reaching down and playing with your swollen clit as he watches you. 

"Look at my little Kitten, so ready to please Daddy." You smile at him as he sits against the headboard stroking his cock lazily before patting his lap. 

"Come ride, Daddy." You bite your bottom lip crawling onto his lap.

You rub the angry red head of his cock against you and Jimin puts his head back to the headboard. 

"You're fucking dripping. Christ." He whispers, closing his eyes. He grips his cock before slapping the head against your clit, moans ripping from your throat as your head lulls back. He teases your entrance and you sit down on him slowly. A low moan leaving the both of you as he fills you up completely. 

"Your pregnant pussy feels fucking amazing." He mumbles before wrapping his arms around you. You begin to ride him, your face burying into the crook of his neck as he moans loudly. 

"Fuck. You feel so fucking good." His tongue darting out to lick his lips as you bounce on him. You press yourself closer to him and even in his ecstasy he worries about you. 

"Watch the baby. Fuck." His chest and neck developing a sheen of sweat as you buck your hips to his. Jimin pushes you up before grabbing your hips. 

"You're so gorgeous." He praises you as he leans forward suckling at your nipple. 

"Jimin!" Your hands grab at his hair as he begins to buck himself upwards into you. 

"Yes! Fuck!" Your body feeling like jello, completely boneless as he pushes you down onto your back. His hands on either side of your head as he begins to bulldoze himself inside you. 

"So fucking wet and tight. Christ Almighty." His bottom lip tucking into his mouth as he chases his high. His hand reaching down and rubbing at your clit as he moans your name loudly. 

"You get me all fucking worked up just to make me fuck you. Hmm? That's what little cum whores do." He pulls out of you and you whine pulling at his hair. 

"Flip over." You pout before doing as told. Jimin slaps your ass and you bury your face into the comforter moaning. 

"You fucking embarrass me in front of our business partner." 

Another slap. 

"In front of my crew." 

Another slap making you whimper. 

"Why? Because, it's fun for you? Well this is fun for me." He whispers before slapping your other cheek giving his slaps no after care. 

"This is what little fucking brats get." He eyes how your cunt pools with desire as your arousal drips down towards the bed. 

"And she enjoys it." He scoffs before bending down licking up your arousal making you moan loudly. 

His mouth encases your clit as he slaps your ass. His tongue unrelenting as he continues to assault your backside. Your moans get louder as the bubble inside you begins to expand towards your orgasm. 

"Fuck! Yes!" You whine out as you reach the precipice, your thighs begin to shake at the oncoming pleasure. Jimin pulls away from you making you sob out upset. 

"Jimin!" He wipes his mouth before rubbing at your small belly. 

"That's what little brats fucking get. You don't get to cum until you apologize." You whine backing up into him. 

"Apologize to Daddy for being a fucking brat!" He smacks your ass appreciating his reddened hand print. Your body begins to shudder in pain. 

"Apologize, Kitten and Daddy will fuck you so good you'll be squirting all over me." Your pride was too strong, you didn't want to apologize but as Jimin enters a finger into your dripping pussy you weren't sure if you could hold on. 

"If you apologize you can have a whole hour with Four. Hmm?" You close your eyes as he adds another finger. His hand leaving your stomach as he slaps your ass. Your body lurching forward as he begins to finger at the rough patch within you making you see stars. 

"Daddy!" Jimin hums in agreement as he feels your cunt begin to throb for him. He pulls out, licking his fingers and shrugging. 

"I can do this all night, baby." He says simply as you begin to sob at the loss. He teases your pussy with his cock, slapping the head against your sensitive clit. His pre-cum and your arousal mixing together as he rubs his cock between your pussy lips, small moans leaving his lips. 

"Stop being a stubborn brat and apologize."

He enters just the head into you, his eyebrows furrowing at your tightness as he fucks you with just the head. You bite your lip backing into him and he pulls out entirely. Your hands flying to your hair as you lift your head and narrowing your eyes at him. He wipes the tears from your cheeks before slapping your clit with the palm of his hand. 

"Apologize." You shake your head and he chuckles darkly. He flips you over effortlessly before pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingertips almost painfully. Your whimpering and moaning makes him smirk as you rub at your stomach. 

"Good girls get a fat load of cum in their cunt. If you apologize I'll fill you up with my cum." He whispers before settling his head between your legs, suckling at your clit once more. Your eyes staring into his as he licks at your nub. 

"Shit." He hums in agreement as he rubs at your taught stomach. 

"Daddy, please." He pinches your nipple and you cringe at the pain. 

"Please, Daddy fuck me!" He pulls away before wiping his face. 

"You know what you have to say to make it all better." He enters his cock into you fully before giving two thrusts and then pulling out fully. Your eyes rolling back before sighing. 

"Fuck! Okay! I'm sorry! Okay? I'm fucking sorry." Jimin thrusts harshly into you making you practically scream for him as he bulldozes himself inside you. 

"See? Wasn't that easy?" Your eyes rolling back into your head as he puts your ankles on his shoulders. Curses leaving his lips as your pussy tightens around him from the new angle. 

"Fuck, this pregnant pussy is incredible." He moans, putting his head back as he begins to rub your clit. His hands resting on your thighs as he fucks you roughly. 

"Daddy! Right there! Yes!" His black hair sticking to his forehead sweated through as he feels his balls begin to tighten. 

"Ah, Christ this pussy feels too good." He whispers as he rubs your clit quicker. Your thighs begin to shake and Jimin moans lowly as you begin to throb around him trying to milk him of his cum. Your orgasm building quickly from all the previous edging. 

"Watch the baby." He mumbles in his pleasure as you begin to thrust back up towards him. Your fingers grip at the bed sheets as his cock begins to shudder within you. 

"Fuck, cum on my cock. Shit, feels so good." He whispers as you reach your climax. Your back bows off the bed as you orgasm. His name rolls off your tongue like a prayer as your eyes screw shut. 

"Christ! You're so tight for me. Fuck!" Jimin falls over you burying his face into your neck as he bucks into you with every ounce of strength he has. His cock throbbing quickly inside you before stilling. Jimin moans quietly before giving smaller thrusts to your pussy, riding out his pleasure. 

"Shit." He whispers before sitting back up breathing heavily. He wipes at his forehead with his hand before thrusting into you again. 

"I love you." He whispers as you open your eyes. 

"I love you too." He bites his lip as he fucks his cum out of you onto the sheets. 

"You get one hour with her tomorrow. That's it. You hear me?" He asks before moaning quietly. You nod before giving him a large smile. He snorts before bending down and kissing you. 

"You're still a brat, but you're my brat." He mumbles against your lips making you giggle. He begins to thrust inside you again, his cock getting hard once more. 

"Fuck, how does this pussy feel so amazing? Is it because my baby is in here?" He asks, rubbing your stomach, he pulls out of you before sighing and leaning against the headboard. 

"Lick it off." He whispers before opening and closing his hands welcoming you to his body. You sit up on shaky legs before taking his cock into your mouth. You moan gently at his musky taste as you lick the cum off of his cock. 

"Good girl." He whispers brushing your hair away from your face. Jimin moans loudly as you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock before taking him all into your mouth and throat. Swallowing diligently to fit it all in till he hits the back of your throat. 

"You suck such good cock. Fuck me." He mumbles palming your breasts. You pull off of him stroking his cock with your hand as he pulls you in for a deep kiss. 

"Sit on my cock." He begs of you grabbing at your hips. You bite your lip as you ease yourself on to him. He rubs at the indents of your hips with his thumbs as you bounce on him. His mouth opening in pleasure as you moan his name. 

"I'm not going to be able to cum but it feels so fucking good." He mumbles burying his face into your neck. 

"Two hours with Four and I'll make you cum." You tell him, making him laugh with the shake of his head. 

"Fuck you know how to negotiate, don't you?" You begin to bounce on him faster and a choked moan leaves his throat. 

"Fine. Make me cum and you have two hours." He whispers as you flick at your nipples with your fingertips, the pleasure egging you on to ride him properly. His cock shuddering inside you as you swivel your hips on him. 

"Oh, Kitten! Fuck!" You moan for him as he grips at your ass. His fingertips dig into your skin as you begin to sweat. Your thighs were starting to lock and get tired but you need that time with Four. Nevermind, the fact that his cock feels so fucking good. 

"Just like that. Fuck, yes. Keep going, baby. I'm going to cum!" Jimin whimpers out as you slide up and down his cock, your pussy juices leaking over his thighs and balls. 

"Fuck! Yes! Kitten!" His cock begins to throb inside you and you swivel your hips quicker letting the head of his cock hit your g-spot. His name tumbling out of your mouth as your head falls back. 

"Shit! Oh God!" Jimin moans lowly before orgasming. His moans almost becoming sobs as his thighs shake in pleasure. You continue to ride him, rubbing at your clit. 

"Mmm. Fuck, let Daddy see how you please yourself on his big cock." Whimpers of his name and curses emitting throughout the room as he begins to fuck up into you. 

"Cum for me again. Good girl, cum on my cock." You close your eyes as the bubble begins to build before bursting unexpectedly as Jimin encases your nipple into his mouth. You squirt your cum over his thighs as you moan loudly. 

"Good girl." Jimin mumbles before pulling you in for a kiss. You sag against him exhausted and he chuckles. 

"Let's get you to bed." He whispers helping you off of him and laying you down brushing your hair over your shoulders and on to your back. He hums in agreement as you whine. 

"My feisty little Kitten." He kisses your forehead as you bury your fave into the pillow. He grabs his briefs before wiping at his thighs and his cock. 

"Open your legs for me." You do so gingerly and he cleans you up before throwing his underwear to the floor. 

"Two hours. You promised." Jimin snorts laying down next to you, pulling your head on to his chest. 

"Two hours." He agrees as he rubs at your stomach. 

"Hyunah was right this morning. You're beginning to show my baby off." You smirk as you close your eyes. 

"Just six more months." He nods before kissing the top of your head. 

"I think it'll be a boy." He whispers to you as you begin to fall from consciousness. 

"Me too." You whisper before falling asleep. Jimin angles his head to look at you before smirking and closing his eyes. "My little legacy getting big to meet the world." 

[sevenincubistolemyheart]

Tainting Purity Chapter 4

Au: Demon

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Rating: M

Potential Triggers: Kinks in this chapter include degradation, mentions of degradation and more marking. Things do get a bit violent for a bit. Check the masterlist as I update for all the triggers in the series up to that point.

Pairing: BTS x Reader/OT7 x Reader

Genre: Supernatural, Drama, Romance, Angst, Fluff, Hurt & Comfort

Length: 5.5k+

You shimmied into the tight black dress in the bathroom adjacent to your own; it'd taken them a shockingly small amount of time to get it together.  It was really sweet- Namjoon had even repurchased all the books now surely either burned or sold by your old family and the others all had helped design the room and with moving in all the furniture. 

It felt more like home than your old one ever did and that scared you just the tiniest bit.

You thought you'd be prepared when the boys had warned you of the club's…unique nature. You were wrong. You weren’t sure what was to be expected exactly; but to say your poor eyes would not be forgetting the images of leather clad men and woman alike; as well as the variety of what looked like torture implements on the wall next to you...yeah. These images would definitely haunt your thoughts for a while. Sure; you enjoyed bondage but pain was never something that triggered an aroused response for you and while you’d never judge others for having such a kink...the thought of Humans being hurt for a demons enjoyment and food in the soundproofed rooms you could see from the entrance; even if mutual; was a bit unsettling. 

Yoongi must have noticed your discomfort as his hand slipped into yours quickly when no-one was looking and he nuzzled into your neck briefly before he was forced to pull away just as fast; probably feeling eyes on him. Still. It definitely helped your initial panic and soon you were finally relaxing a bit. 

...Until you abruptly realized you were alone.

The music was near deafening as you wove your way through the crowd, heart beating out of your chest in pure terror. Where had they gone!? They were just surrounding you for God’s sake, how had they disappeared so quickly? You could feel the other demons leering at your vulnerable form, the skin-tight black dress you’d gotten at Jin’s suggestion not helping your panicked state in the least. You knew you were spiraling. Your breathing was picking up, and you suddenly felt unbearably light-headed. Where was their table? They said they had a special place right?!

This wasn’t good. You couldn’t lose yourself here, not when several demons were looking for the briefest chance to get their hands on you. Wasn’t the Mark supposed to stop this from happening!? If they had lied just to get a piece of your soul you swore you’d kill them. 

Even the music seemed to be taunting you. 

‘Maybe you think that you can hide, I can smell your scent for miles’ 

‘Baby, I’m preying on you tonight, hunt you down, eat you alive.’

A very typical club song, sure, but here, at this moment? It wasn’t helping your disheveled state as you were quickly growing frenzied between your panic at losing sight of the boys and your fear at being left to fend for yourself in a horde of demons, the majority eyeing you down like you were indeed their next meal. 

“And what have we here? Seems like a cute little Human has wandered in where she shouldn’t~” 

A seductive male voice purred into your ear, sounding like pure velvet. You shuddered, feeling nauseous as you tried to jump away at the icky feeling going through your veins. No-one had been this close to you except for the boys and you wanted it to stay that way. 

Apparently, this demonic stranger had other plans as he held you firmly against his front with ease, using his inhuman strength to press you back into him by your captured waist with only one hand. He hissed suddenly and adjusted his grip as your bare back brushed across his chest, keeping enough distance between your bodies now that you wouldn't touch again but he could still control your movements. 

“Release me now, or you’ll regret it!” You warned, cursing the waver in your voice. 

You felt the male's lips caress your neck, quirking upwards into a cruel smirk at your threat. 

“Oh? Look at the adorable little Human trying to tell me what to do. Don’t you think you ought to respect your elders?” 

His voice was playful, but there was an aggressive edge to his voice now and his grip had tightened slightly. You’d gotten under his skin. 

Good.

“Go fuck yourself! I give respect to those who’ve earned it and you’ve done anything but. I’ll ask you one last time, let me go now! I’m not here alone!!” Your voice grew a bit higher as you felt yourself starting to move. He was tugging you somewhere. You suddenly locked eyes with another demon, dressed in a suit much nicer than deemed normal for this place. 

Could this be him? The owner the boys had told you about?

Didn’t matter, a quick glance of your surroundings told you that you were approaching the door. You needed to act. 

“H-Help me, please! I belong to the Bangtan Clan!” You shouted suddenly, cheeks flaming at your somewhat derogatory confession, though the boys had warned you in advance that this was how Demon society viewed Humans. Immediately the kid’s eyes sparkled, and he smirked darkly. 

For some reason, it made you shudder, even as the demon who’d once been dragging you howled in agony. You turned to look only to have your face gently guided back to face your savior. 

You found yourself surprised. He was so...so young looking. Not a child, but he definitely looked like a teenager. It was even more evident up close.

“Now now, no need for a delicate flower such as you to see such gore. Come, I’ll take you someplace safe.” 

His voice was casual as if he didn’t care but you could tell he’d taken pleasure in harming the demon holding you captive. Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to feel bad. 

“So um...you’re a Nogitsune right?”

Of course, that was the first thing to slip out of your mouth. 

He seemed more amused than offended at your question, however, eyes darting up to examine your expression before he held out his hand for you to take. 

“Why don’t we get somewhere more quiet first? Then I’ll answer any questions you have.”

 You hesitated but forced a smile and nodded taking his hand in your own. You shivered unwillingly. His hands were cold like he wasn’t even alive, yet they were clammy so clearly, he was. He easily walked through the crowd and it parted for him without preamble, clearly not wanting to anger him. 

You had a good idea as to why after his display earlier. 

It wasn’t long until you were safely tucked away in what you could only guess was his own room. He dropped your hand, opting instead to flop on the large bed to sit. 

“So, you were curious as to what I am, were you? Heh. What’s that saying about curiosity and cats?” 

There was a dark undertone evident in his voice that made you swallow as he clearly knew exactly what the expression implied but he laughed suddenly, his demeanor changing almost instantly as he grinned cheekily at you. 

“Ah, forgive me! I didn’t mean to frighten you, delicious as your fear may be. I’ve got an image to keep up after all. I’m the owner as I’m sure you put together. You may call me Void just as your owners do, no need for formalities.” 

You nodded, trying not to dwell on the fact that he thought of you as their pet more than as a person. He’d saved you. That was all that mattered. 

He made himself more comfortable, leaning back on his elbows and spreading his legs in a subconscious show of his confidence. “To answer you’re prior question pet, I am indeed a Nogitsune. No doubt your masters saw to your education on the subject?” 

At your nod, he smiled calmly and let out a deep sigh as he threw his head back. 

“I’d recommend learning some way to control your anxiety when you get that frightened next time. I was drawn to you and your fear immediately. Sure, it helped me find you easily enough, but others of my kind would see you as...well.” 

He met your eyes abruptly and narrowed his eyes to emphasize his seriousness, licking his lips “The perfect food source.” 

“Alright Void, that’s enough. I’m pretty sure she gets the picture.” 

Namjoon’s voice greeted your ears and you’d never been so relieved as you turned to join him at the door. There was joking in his tone but also a clear edge of dominance. “I’d ask that you kindly refrain from calling our girl pet. You’ve caused quite a stir in the younger ones.” 

Void raised his hands in surrender, an indecipherable smirk tugging at his lips. “Of course. Forgive my mistake. It won’t happen again.” 

He bowed to you, making you blush as he rose, winking your way. “Apologies to you as well miss. Have a good night...and do call for me should anyone ever try to harm you again. I’d be more than happy to intervene.” His eyes were so overjoyed when he said it...you didn’t doubt his words at all. 

You could barely manage a shaky smile and nod as Namjoon took a firm hold of your wrist and dragged you out to the bar where the others waited. Jimin instantly tugged you towards him, disguising his hug as a chokehold as his arm went around your throat but you recognized it for what it was. “Don’t you ever fucking run off like that again. Or you won’t walk for a week.” He hissed, eyes cold and dead, nothing like the cheerful boy you typically knew.  

Jungkook scoffed, voice thick with irritation. “You’re the one who said she should leave the house. Pets don’t get to leave the house till they’re trained.” You swallowed hard as he shot a disinterested glare your way.

All of them were different, they had to be and thankfully they’d warned you in advance. 

Still didn’t prepare you for the way your body reacted to their degradation, despite trying to hold it back. 

Your thoughts drifted to the large Mark now forever engraved onto your back, and you couldn’t help but wonder if it’d truly made any difference at all. 

Your eyes glazed as your mind thought back to the time when it’d all happened, a mere 3 hours ago now. 

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“You're sure you want to do this?”

Jin asked for what felt like the 30th time. You couldn't blame him for being overly cautious though. He was just looking out for you and making sure this was something you wouldn't ever come to regret. 

You nodded, swallowing any nervousness you had left. You trusted these boys with your life.  They'd already protected you once… why should you doubt them now? 

“Lie on your back on the bed, make sure you're in a comfortable position since we're going to have to paralyze you. We could accidentally kill you if you make a sudden movement we're not prepared for. It's unlikely with our enhanced senses but I'm sure we'd all rather be safe than sorry.”

Namjoon's voice was soothing despite his demands and you compiled without complaint, doing exactly as they asked.  It was admittedly a bit embarrassing for you to be seen shirtless by all of them at once since you hadn't had a session with all of them together but since they'd all seen your bare upper half at one point or another, you weren't nearly as flustered as you thought you'd be. 

“Let’s go through the process once more, just to be clear.”

Jimin piped up and you almost groaned but you nodded reluctantly, knowing they were just as nervous as you, especially the younger ones. Jungkook hadn’t even commented on your half-naked frame that’s how you knew he was more on edge than he appeared, arms crossed and expression neutral. Your attention was once again taken, this time by Yoongi.

“Alright. It’s pretty self-explanatory. For our part, we’re sharing pieces of our soul with her but we need to be careful not to overwhelm her with too much of one soul. It has to be entirely even otherwise the Mark could fail. We’ll be biting the shape of the hexagram. You can bite at whichever point you wish, but Seokjin gets the bite in the center, as he’ll be finishing off the Mark and drawing the shape with her blood right after. As for you…” He turned to look at you, expression serious. “It’s going to hurt. The initial bites won’t be too unbearable since we’ve marked you before but once Seokjin seals the Mark by drawing the hexagram in your blood it'll be burned in whatever place it deems it should go. The Mark has a mind of its own in a sense. It’ll depend on where you instinctually need it. For us, our Marks appear where we’ve bitten you most recently and we’ve experienced far more pain than your fragile Human body so it will barely have an effect on us.”

You nodded in understanding, as did the others and took a deep breath, watching as the boy's eyes all changed to their natural black and approached your form. 

“All set? I’m going to paralyze you now babygirl.” 

Namjoon’s voice was the only warning you got before you felt control over your body fade. You tried to tense at the odd sensation but true to his word you were completely paralyzed from the neck down until he released you. 

Hoseok stepped forward first, winking playfully at you which made you crack a smile before he licked the area he intended to bite, making a shiver go through you despite your body staying completely still. It was an odd sensation but you were quickly brought back to the present as Hoseok’s teeth glinted when they sharpened before he bit down. You bit your own lip at the pain but it wasn’t enough to make you cry out anymore. It was more instinct to tense, like when you got a shot, or right before you ripped a bandaid off. He pulled back after Taehyung growled low in his throat, licking your leftover blood into his mouth and pressing a kiss to your ear with a mumbled. “So far so good pretty girl.” 

Taehyung stepped up next, leaning over your motionless body to observe Hoseok’s initial mark as he pondered where he wanted his to go, choosing the bottom left point as opposed to Hoseok’s center top. Once he knew where he was marking he wasted little time and dove in, taking your skin gently between his teeth and pulling slightly in an attempt to numb the area before he bit down. Thanks to his thoughtfulness, his hurt less than Hobi’s though you still sighed as he pulled away. He seemed less messy as well, none of your blood lingering on his lips like with Hoseok.

Namjoon strode forward, a pillar of confidence and fearlessness for the others to follow but you saw the way his eyes lingered a bit too long on the two bite marks already present, noticed the way his shoulders were tensed. “Hey. You gonna bite me or what?" You teased lightly, even though when his eyes met yours there was nothing but gentleness held within your irises. You didn’t want to make it obvious you knew he was on edge to the others...he valued his pride too much and you knew he wouldn’t like for the others to ever see him as weak. He smirked at you but his touch was gentle as his warm palms met your skin, trying to keep you still despite there not being a need. His own way of showing you comfort, you assumed. 

“Oh, I’m gonna bite you alright.” 

He flashed his sharpened teeth your way before using his enhanced speed to bite you on the bottom center beside Taehyung’s mark, making you yelp though it was over as quickly as he’d started.

Jungkook was impatient and anxious both, you could easily tell. He didn’t try to hide it as Namjoon did and therefore the others offered him comfort before he even reached you. Jin ruffled his hair as he passed while Taehyung poked the boy's side to make him jump and grin briefly just before he reached you. You raised an amused eyebrow his way, a giggle bleeding into your words as you teased him. “I never knew you were ticklish Kookie~” You taunted, even using the nickname the others used to mock him further. He smirked at your retort, clearly relaxing as he cracked his neck and laughed. 

“Careful. You're totally paralyzed right now cutie. It’d be way too easy to take advantage of that to see just how sensitive you are. Something tells me you’re worse than me~” 

You scoffed even as your cheeks colored at his correct assumption and he hummed at your lack of response knowingly before leaning down to sink his teeth beside Hoseok’s mark to the right, though the squeeze he gave your side as he bit down distracted you from the pain and made you barely feel it. He sent a smug grin your way as he retreated, sticking his tongue out childishly. “Told you so!”

Yoongi stepped up next, all calm nonchalance as he took in your state for a moment before smiling fondly and kissing the area next to Namjoon’s mark, the final one to the left. He suddenly changed course though and bit down on the remaining spot beside Hoseok’s instead, catching you off guard though you were so focused on the surprise the sting was a mere afterthought. Cat-like eyes gazed meaningfully into yours before he leaned down again, this time towards your face and you found your cheeks heating as he pecked your forehead, an uncharacteristically gentle gesture from him, especially in front of the others, not that you were complaining. 

Jimin cooed at you as he approached, eyes disappearing as he grinned at you despite his earlier worries. Apparently, seeing the way the others had soothed you and your teasing disposition also brought him comfort as well. “You’ve really got Yoongi-hyung wrapped around your finger huh?” He giggled even as said male hissed with a venomous glare. 

“Shut it.” 

Jimin continued, unabated.“That’s okay! I know I love you the most!” His declaration was so sincere your cheeks turned darker and your gaze flicked away from his for a moment in embarrassment. When you looked back, he simply giggled again and bent over you to create the final mark before Seokjin’s. You felt his warm breath caress the bottom left area Yoongi had abandoned in favor of taking you by surprise. He took his time, unlike the others, giving where he was planning to bite kitten licks until you wanted to squirm before he bit down. It stung, but he quickly soothed it once again with his tongue, eyes apologetic as they flashed red at the taste of your blood on his tongue. 

Seokjin didn’t step forward for a moment, merely meeting your gaze from a bit across the room. Eventually, he did, but he took his time getting to you and once he reached you he reached down to your face, examining your expression before he mumbled. “...There will be no going back once I do this. The following pain will be agonizing. You’re aware of this and still wish to go through with it, yes?” You nodded instantly, knowing even a moment's hesitation would be enough to make him question you anew. He was truly serious and being his full self, he only got this eloquent when he deemed the situation dire enough.  

“I’m ready when you are.” 

He nodded and without further preamble his teeth were buried in your skin briefly, creating the final mark. He didn’t waste time, not rushing but clearly wanting to make this go as quickly as possible for you. He applied pressure to the small wounds now creating a full hexagram right above the center of your breasts to draw out more blood to complete the Mark. His eyes flickered, going between their typical black and red as he drew the symbol. He met your eyes before completing it, and only at your nod did he draw his now reddened index finger up in the final swipe. 

All was quiet for a brief moment. There was nothing but peaceful bliss that you took in gratefully. 

Then you felt as if the fires of Hell itself were licking at your back and screams of agonizing pain burst forth from your lips. You didn’t beg, didn’t whine. Between the violent thrashes of your head you could make out the guilt-ridden expression of Jimin, the frightened one of Jungkook, Yoongi clenching his fists at his sides so as to hold himself back from helping you, Hoseok’s hard expression despite his leg going a mile a minute, Taehyung’s frantically moving hands above your body; wanting to help but knowing he couldn’t touch you with pure agony of his own clouding his expression. You didn’t want to be the cause of their pain. You turned your gaze to Namjoon, meeting his eyes. He was holding back better than some of the others and if it weren’t for the way he tongued the inside of his cheek you would have been none the wiser. You caught his gaze and you knew he didn’t want to do as your eyes were asking. You snarled at him through the pain as you saw Jimin look away from your tormented body with a cough you fucking knew was a stifled sob. “Do it damnit!!”  

Namjoon growled in irritation, but you knew it wasn’t directed at you. It was at himself, for not being stronger, for making you have to ask him at all because he was a coward. 

He flicked his wrist and his eyes followed suit to the floor as your voice abruptly faded, going completely silent as tears blurred your vision, both from the horrible pain, and the suffering you were causing to your family perhaps even more so. The flames licked higher, engulfing the entire middle of your back now and causing the tears you’d desperately tried to hold back to cascade down your cheeks unabated.

You closed your eyes, intent on riding the pain out only to open them again as you felt a hand brushing away your tears. You glared at Yoongi, cursing him for trying to be so fucking strong when you could feel the way he was crumbling apart inside, bit by bit at seeing you in such a state. You suddenly wished for your voice again, if only to scream at him to leave, to stop putting himself through this. 

You felt another hand, this time holding your own. Somehow you recognized who it was without even needing to raise your head. Jimin. As your other hand was grabbed by Hoseok you realized why you felt so especially connected to the boys, now more than ever. It was the Mark at work, compiling the things you’d noticed about the boys over the past 2 weeks and making it as easy to read them as breathing to you. Was this what they’d been able to do to you since the beginning? The thought made you wince. Seokjin began petting your hair and you realized dazedly despite your uncontrollable sobbing that the pain was dying down. You didn’t know how long it had gone on for, and truthfully, it didn’t matter. It was almost done, finally. The realization only made you cry harder. 

As you began coming back to yourself from your pain-filled nightmare you suddenly realized Jungkook had been tearfully mumbling to you, along with Taehyung.

“You’re gonna be okay, it’s only for a little bit longer. Please hold on.”

You’d never heard Jungkook so vulnerable save that time in the dressing room, and definitely never this soft-spoken, even then. 

Taehyung meanwhile was trying to distract you. “Hey, when you come down from this, let’s play video games together okay? You can join Jungkook and I in our matches! It’ll be a lot more fun if you join!”

Unfortunately, their quiet voices weren’t loud enough to drown out Namjoon’s fuming growls at Seokjin.

“I fucking told you she wasn’t ready Seokjin and you assured me she’d be fine. That she could handle it! Does she look like she’s handling it!?” 

Seokjin was nothing but calm as he pet your head, soothingly running his long digits through your hair as he observed Namjoon with calculating eyes. 

“Quite frankly, I don’t think you’re handling it Namjoon. I warned both you, and her how bad the pain would be-”

“She was going by a Human’s view of agonizing not a demons!!” 

Jin pursed his lips. 

“...It means the same thing Namjoon. I get that you’re worried but you need to calm down. Your elevated panic is only going to make her feel worse.” 

Namjoon glared daggers at Jin for a moment who merely stared back impassively until Namjoon huffed and collapsed in the nearby armchair, clearly exhausted.

“Can you knock it off!? You’re both making her upset.” Jimin now was hissing at the two. 

It wasn’t long until the others joined in and just as they were about to break out into full-on shouting your voice croaked out. 

“If someone doesn’t check and make sure this fucking Mark thing worked so help me I’m going to kill all of you.”

Your voice was quiet and hoarse from your earlier shouting but the boys’ heads all snapped to you the second your voice escaped. You chuckled weakly. “Wish I could take a picture right now with what a rare sight this is. All of you quiet. Haha…” Your laugh trailed off into a cough, and Namjoon was the first to reach you despite being the farthest away as he helped you to sit up, touch gentle as if he were afraid he’d break you. As he sat you up his eyes widened in surprise before he smiled. 

“...Well, it worked alright.” 

He held out his hand and immediately Yoongi placed his phone in his palm which Namjoon used to take a picture of your back, now with a large black hexagram in the center, taking up most of your back. He showed it to you and your eyes widened in awe. “Wow...it’s big.” You confessed.

Yoongi suddenly let out the air between his teeth harshly in surprise making you whirl to look at him and whimper as a brief burning sensation occurred in the area just below your collarbone above your left breast. 6 other small burning sensations followed all over your body though no mark appeared as you were merely experiencing the phantom pain of them receiving their own Marks. 

Their Marks became scorched in their skin much faster than yours but theirs were also significantly smaller.

After all was said and done they let you relax for an hour or so before mentioning if you didn't want to go to Void's, they could notify him and wait.  You denied this, immediately.  

"No way! The whole reason I got this Mark was so we could do this and show demonkind I'm yours." 

You blushed a bit at the blunt confession and only turned darker as they smirked and Jimin cooed at you.  They all smothered you with affection and attention but all too soon they were piling into a limo with you in tow, skin-tight black dress making you fidgety. 

"You'll be okay Babygirl. Please try not to worry. We won't let you out of our sight. If for some reason we do get separated just yell that you belong to the Bangtan clan. Void will intervene. It's not ideal; but at least we'll know you're safe.'

Namjoons voice was quiet and subdued but confident and his words had indeed proved true in the end. 

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Now you were all at the bar and you looked up in surprise as a girl you didn't recognize came up to Namjoon. "I have a victim prepared for you." 

Namjoons eyes flicked to the frightened male in her grasp and you saw his lips twitch upwards in cruel amusement before he waved his hand towards you. 

"I appreciate it as always Azra but it won't be necessary any longer. We have a permanent pet now. I'm sure Void will enjoy a new toy though. " 

Azra apparently, looked at you and pursued her lips in analysis before she nodded. 

"...I see. I understand Master Namjoon." 

You stiffened and Yoongi curled his arm around your shoulders in a feigned motion of strength though you knew it was a comforting gesture. No-one called him that but you.  Azra must have noticed your quiet fury since she giggled. "Sorry- forgot you were Marked pretty thing. I'll be careful from now on." She said, holding back her laughter with difficulty though her words were genuine. 

You relaxed slightly and Yoongi's arm reluctantly left your shoulder as he turned to talk to Hoseok who was next to him. The boys were all sitting in oddly ornate chairs despite everyone else sitting in simple bar stools. You supposed they got special treatment as they were so close with Void. You were situated on your own but flinched before relaxing as Taehyung lifted you momentarily before gently placing you on his lap as he sat down in the seat you'd previously been occupying. 

"Thanks for keeping my seat warm for me kitten. Glad to know you're at least good for something other than keeping us fed like a good little slut."

The whimper that fell from your lips was anything but fake; as was the smirk the boys all briefly shared at your reaction. Maybe the Mark wasn’t so good after all. It ensured you’d never be able to hide a reaction from them again, not that you ever really succeeded beforehand, but at least the sensations they knew you were feeling were muted to them. Now you were positive they could and would always be able to feel every last remnant of the tingles and pleasure they made you feel.

Somehow that only served to turn you on more.

Just as you were starting to squirm a little too much on Taehyung's thigh, an unfamiliar hand interrupted you as he reached towards you; specifically aiming for underneath your dress.  You cowered back into Taehyung who let out a low, demonic snarl that made you shiver. He rubbed your arms soothingly, but his black eyes never left the daring demon who was roughly forced to his knees by a tall woman with red skin much to your surprise. An ifrit. 

"Apologize."

She hissed lowly, and you shivered slightly at the demonic sound even though you'd heard it many times by now. 

Your mind was spinning as she forced the demon's head to the floor by his neck in a humble bow. Why did she care about how another demon treated Taehyung? He could take care of himself. 

Speaking of…

He stared impassively down at the now bent over boy. 

"...I never want to see him in this club again."

You turned to look at Seokjin, startled by his coldness. Sure; they'd said to be prepared for cruelty but you'd been expecting a slap on the wrist and that was it. 

Hoseok scoffed suddenly and you were surprised to feel Yoongi pulling you onto his lap instead and hiding your face in his chest. 

You attempted to pull back but he held firm and you quickly learned why as you heard a tortured scream from the male. 

"That's what's going to happen to you if you so much as think of our catch again." 

Without even seeing Hoseok you could visualize his sneer as he spat the words out. 

"Y-You can't do-"

The sound of skin on skin graced your ears and you whimpered as Yoongi pushed you deeper into him, shushing you quietly. 

"We can and will do as we see fit. Deny us again. I can assure you you won't like the results."

Jimin's voice was filled with venom. You don't think you'd ever heard him sound so terrifying even when he'd threatened you.  

"Take him away. I never want to see him again unless he's begging for mercy." 

Namjoon dismissed him and you heard the demon starting to plead in the distance. Yoongi's grip finally loosened and you hadn't realized you'd begun trembling until Jungkook's hands gently cradled your own.  

"I-I'm fine don't-"

"My Lords, Sir Void has prepared a room for you to retire."

You blinked and looked to the boys in confusion.

"Lords?"

You heard Taehyung chuckle to your right as Seokjin blinked at you.  

"Sorry kitten; I guess we forgot to clue you in, given your our little slut and all." He smirked suavely, though you saw the way his eyes flicked to the demons watching his every move intently, wordlessly showing you that he was acting this way out of obligation and you'd need to follow suit. 

"We're the next rulers of Hell. Aren't you lucky to be serving such respectable masters, hn?"

Your doe-like gaze and shock didn't need to be faked as your mouth went dry. 

They...They were what!?

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A/N: And there you have it; chapter 4!!! It’s been a long time coming and there’s a lack of smut and teasing as in some of the prior chapters but I hope you like it nonetheless since I worked my ass off on it!

Please leave feedback guys- I’m a bit desperate here after all the bad shit I’ve been going through and some nice discussion and fun back and forth about what you think would really be freaking nice. Love you guys!!

[krreader]

BTS reacting to you understanding their compliment they make you in Korean.

pairing: bts x foreign!reader fandom: bts warnings: language genre: fluff ; crack

a/n: hope you like it my love ♥ (masterlist links are in my description box)

Honestly, working in a coffee shop wasn't the worst job in the world. Not when there were handsome customers like this one.

“What can I get you?” you asked with a smile.

“Your number,” he muttered in Korean, Jimin next to him chuckling and turning away, before Jin gave you his order in English.

You pretended like you hadn't understood, simply wrote down what he wanted on the cup and.. a bit more.

But he only realized that when he was back at the arena. Well.. Namjoon realized it.

“Hyung.. why is there a phone number on here?”

Jimin, the only one who had witnessed what had happened before, literally fell down to the floor from how hard he was laughing, Jin only snatching it away from the leader and staring at it with wide eyes.

If he had known you would understand him, he never would have said that. Seriously.

And he was telling himself that he was only texting you after the concert because he wanted to apologize. And well, once you continued texting, there wasn't really any excuse left except for.. he just really liked you?

min yoongi

“Remind me why I have to come with you for this?” Yoongi trotted after Jungkook as he walked up to the reception of the hotel, the younger one shoving his hyung in front of him.

“I can't do this when there's a pretty girl, just.. ask her for the towel, please.”

You had already looked up from the computer screen, smiling kindly at the two guys debating in front of you and clearly not realizing you actually understood their every word.

“I swear to god Jeongguk, you see a hot girl and your balls shrink down to peanuts,” Yoongi walked towards you and cleared his throat, “Uh.. we wanted to ask for another towel.”

“Sure. What size would be good for peanut sized balls, Sir?”

From the looks of it, it wasn't Jeongguk's balls that shrunk in that moment, but Yoongi's as he stared at you with wide eyes, a huge blush and an open mouth.

Well.. fuck.

jung hoseok

Hoseok noticed the way you had been staring at him ever since he came into the restaurant. At first he had been afraid that you might be a fan, but you just smiled at him every now and then and definitely didn't pull out your phone to take pictures of him. So he was okay with it. He was actually smiling back.

“Anything you like, hyung?” Taehyung asked with a full mouth and a smile as he looked at Hoseok, wiggling his eyebrows when the older member finally looked at him and not at you.

“I told you that this country had the most beautiful girls in the world. None of you wanted to believe me.”

The guys were all laughing and joking. Well, up until your friend suddenly walked over to the group of guys, put a napkin down on the table and said, in perfect Korean: “Call her if you really think so.”

And when they turned towards the door, he found you smiling at him one last time, a bit more shyly this time.

And he didn't know whether to be happy or embarrassed that you understood his compliment, to be honest.

kim namjoon

“What exactly do you need, hyung?” Namjoon and Jin were standing in the grocery store, Namjoon being the help that Jin needed for buying all the food that was required to make something nice tonight.

“I don't know what I need yet, but I know what she needs and that's your attention,” Jin said, his eyes still focused on a can in his hand that was really not nearly as interesting as he pretended it to be.

But it worked.

Namjoon finally turned his head and found you looking directly at him, quickly averting your eyes. And Namjoon smiled brightly.

“She's gorgeous..”

And she understood him. You immediately blushed more and started giggling. That's when both men realized you had understood them.

“Wait.. oh my god, you don't speak Korean do you?”

“You could have said a lot worse things, so it's fine,” you grinned happily at him.

And while Namjoon tumbled over his words, Jin slowly walked out of the aisle with a smile.

park jimin

“Question.. are you actually interested in that shirt or are we just here for the girl?” Hoseok asked with furrowed eyebrows as he had been watching Jimin feel the fabric of the shirt for over thirty minutes now, his eyes always on you, though.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, the girl is nice..- I mean..- the shirt! The shirt is nice.”

Both of them had watched you walk towards them, but since they figured you didn't speak their language, they hadn't really cared much.

Maybe they should have.

Because when you found them staring at you and after making sure there was no one behind you, you started chuckling and looked at Jimin, “You could ask me out, you know?”

Panic mode activated.

“I..- I wasn't..- I mean, I was, but I wasn't..-”

“His name is Jimin,” Hoseok interrupted and wrapped an arm around Jimin's shoulder, “And he's very interested in asking you out.”

Jimin didn’t know whether to thank him with all his heart or punch him in the balls, to be honest.

But at the end of the day, he did go out with you so.. probably the first.

kim taehyung

He saw you on the screen of his camera before he saw you in real life. And now he's literally been following you around and taking pictures of you for over an hour.

“You act like a stalker, you know?” Yoongi said nonchalantly.

“It's not like that,” he said, smiling when he managed to take a picture of you smiling, “I feel like.. she could be an inspiration.”

“An inspiration?”

“You ever see something so beautiful that it just makes you feel like you can take on the world? Like.. just looking at something or someone is enough to write an entire song about it?”

He knew that only all too well, yes. And from the looks of it you did too.

“That's very beautiful, you know?”

Both men stared at you with big eyes, not having realized you had walked towards them. And definitely not having expected you to speak Korean.

“You.. think so?”

“I do,” you said with a nod and a small smile, “I'm (Y/N) by the way.”

jeon jeongguk

Namjoon had been talking to Jeongguk for the last minute, but apparently the youngest hadn't listened to a single word he had been saying. Only now that he was nudging his side did Jeongguk jump a little and look at his hyung: “Huh?”

“What are you looking at?”

It wasn't a what.. it was a who.

And she was standing on the other side of the street with her friend and laughing happily at something that the friend had just said.

And even though the light turned green, Jeongguk remained where he was standing, making Namjoon stay there as well and watching you and your friend pass by.

“I think I'm in love, hyung..-” is what he whispered as soon as you were next to him. In Korean. Because he thought you didn’t speak it.

Joke’s on him.

It felt like slow motion when you turned your head to the side and looked directly into his eyes.

And even as you were already past him, you kept looking back at him and he looking at you.

“What are you looking at?”

“I'm looking at..-” you started, but he was faster. Jeongguk was already running after you.

And Namjoon was leaning against a lamp post with a proud smile and watching you two exchange numbers.

[hobiorbit]

teacher, teacher I

pairing: kim seokjin x reader warnings: future smut, reader is younger than jin by a year, mentions of alcohol, crude language, future smut probably summary: in which kim seokjin is not a dumbass, math is just something only weird people get the hang of.

Kim Seokjin is not a dumbass.

He rejects this entire notion, always getting too flustered and angry to even refute the argument, leaving himself panting and red in the face from trying to defend himself.

There is nothing inherently wrong with being behind in a subject or two. It happened to a lot of people, and Kim Seokjin is neither the first, nor will he be the last to fail a math class. Anyways, it’s not as big of a deal as everyone (including his parents and his a-hole friends,) makes it out to be.

This is what Seokjin repeats to himself as he walks into the same math class he did on the first day of school the year before, greeted with a multitude of people a year younger than him- some were even two years younger, the math wizards.

“It’s good to see you again, Mr. Kim.” His old math teacher, Ms. Choi had said when he walked past her desk. He grunted a somewhat polite greeting back, trying to calm the flames crawling up his neck when he heard a couple kids whisper and repeat the word ‘again?’ Yes, again, you smart fucks!

“Your seat is next to Y/N, the girl in the front on the right. I expect this will be the last year I’ll be seeing you, right Mr. Kim?” The teacher asked him as he gripped his backpack strap tighter in anger in embarrassment.

“I hope so, Ms. Choi.” Seokin grits, turning on his heel to walk to the front of his classroom, zeroing in on the head of hair the old woman pointed out. It looked healthy. That was Seokjin’s first impression.

His second impression, simplified, was holy fuck. Seokjin had seen plenty of beautiful people in his life, himself included, but you were on an entire different level. He’d need to make an entirely new schema just to categorize you.

Your eyes were wide and beautiful as you looked at him in surprise, tearing your earbuds from your ears when he plopped down in the desk next to you. He muttered an apology for startling you, partly because he felt bad and partly because he wanted to put a voice to this pretty face of yours.

“It’s okay. I should’ve expected the seat to be taken anyway… I’m Y/N, I suppose we’re seatmates.” You smiled kindly. Seokjin returned your smile, stretching his full lips in reciprocation to ease your anxiety. He was nothing if not a gentleman.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Seokjin, my friends call me Jin. You can too if you want.” Seokjin replied, setting his backpack down beside him after taking out his way too expensive calculator and his trusty pencil he’d managed to keep for the last two years, an amazing feat for him. Hoseok had accused him of sorcery, as most days the other boy could barely keep track of the same pencil for the entire day.

Before you could say anything else, Ms. Choi had gotten straight to teaching. Seokjin sighed, silently berating his past self for making him sit through another year with the woman. She wasn’t an inherently bad person- just one of those hardass teachers that somehow prided themselves on getting kids to hate them. Seokjin refused to feed into her complex, constantly trying to pretend everything she did wasn’t a bother to him.

You, on the other hand, seemed hardly bothered at all. You took everything she said with grace, answering each question she threw at you easily when she thought you weren’t paying attention. Choi thought she’d won by sitting you next to the abnormally attractive upperclassman, but you seemed to be fine. Seokjin was respectful, but partner projects were shared grades.

“How do you understand this?” Seokjin asked you, two full weeks after the school year had started. It was now his second time going over this material and it was just as confusing as the first. You shrugged, turning to smile at him. Everyone was looking over their scores on their first test of the year, and the paper Jin was holding had him sagging into his seat.

“I don’t know. Guess I just do.” You answered honestly with a small shrug as Seokjin looked at you incredulously. Ms. Choi had shushed the both of you after she heard Seokjin’s voice, causing a couple other kids in the class to snicker. You hardly minded, but didn’t miss the way Jin’s eyes rolled.

The bell ringing was like a saving grace for the older boy. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and crumpled his test up in his free hand, a silent ‘fuck you’ to the test and the teacher who’d administered it. You held in a soft laugh at his behavior, silently watching him leave the classroom as you packed up your things.

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“You already failed your first test? Man, that’s tough. My little sister is two years younger than us and she’s taking the same level math as you are.” Taehyung, one of Jin’s snob friends said when he caught wind of the events that happened in his classes that day.

Seokjin turned to give the other boy a pointed glare, telling him nothing he was saying was funny and he’d be sorely mistaken if he thought Jin wouldn’t beat up him and his sister.

“Alright, alright. Stop it. Taehyung, there’s no point in bragging about your smart family member, it doesn’t make you any less dumb- and Jin, we don’t solve problems with violence.” Namjoon said, touching the frame of his glasses and pushing them up his nose.

“He kind of has to solve problems with violence if he can’t solve ‘em with his brain.” Jungkook mumbled, but everyone had heard it. Seokjin threw his head back into the plush backing of his couch, harnessing every ounce of will left inside of him to not snap everyone else in two.

“Dick move, Jeon. Don’t forget I can tell everyone at school you have a pencil dick and your pits smell. See how far you’ll get after that.” Jin grunted with his eyes clothes, but not hearing how Hoseok burst into a fit of laughter at his comments.

“Whatever! That’s not true, anyway- and I didn’t mean it, Jin. We all know you’re not stupid. Last thing you’ll need in real life is the law of syllogism.” Jungkook reassured his friend. Seokjin knew his friends didn’t actually think of him as stupid- anything but, actually, but it didn’t completely placate the feeling of inferiority welling within him.

“I get it.” Seokjin mumbled. Jimin sighed from beside him, sensing that Seokjin wasn’t feeling too well. “Just ask someone for help. I’m sure Namjoon would. I might, too, but I’m not that good at explaining things.” Yoongi piped up from across the living room, appearing to be slumped into the expensive recliner Jin’s dad had recently bought.

Namjoon nodded at the notion. “Yeah. I don’t mind helping at all.” He offered. Seokjin would’ve taken him up on it if his ego wasn’t so damaged beyond repair already. Instead he waved his hand.

“This is my problem. There’s no way I can fail a class twice, I just need to study. And maybe get a new teacher. Choi sucks ass.” Seokjin pondered aloud. Yeah, there was no way his lack of success was all him. Choi deserves some blame, too. It was only fair considering how much grief she’d given Jin over the last year.

The other boys shrugged, figuring they’d done everything they could to contribute to the catastrophe that was the part of Jin’s brain in charge of math. Slowly, the conversation moved to topics more their speed, including, but not limited to video games, Jungkook’s pencil dick, and, oh, Seokjin’s hot mom. He really couldn’t catch a break.

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“You’re reading too much into this, and you’re not even me.” You told your best friend, Yerim, as you walked down the hall to your first class of the day- the one you shared with Seokjin. Yerim gasped at your notion, shaking her head dutifully.

“No, you just aren’t taking this as seriously as you need to. Seriously, Y/N, that’s the hottest guy in school and you’re math partners with him. And he talks to you. Like, willingly.” Yerim explained with an exasperated tone. You arched an eyebrow at her.

“Thanks for making it sound like any attractive guy actually wanting to talk to me is some natural phenomenon, Yeri. You really know how to keep me humble.” You grunted, not actually feeling offended by her words. You’d known the other girl long enough to know she was blunt, and her way with words wasn’t exactly poetic. But she was your Yeri.

“Someone has to!” She laughed before continuing on. “But seriously, Y/N, you need to explore this new opportunity. Or at least send him my way if you don’t want him. Girl code or whatever.” She spoke as you veered off to your classroom, nodding to her words absentmindedly while only halfway processing them. Seokjin had beat you here today, his beautiful head of chestnut hair greeting you as you walked into the cold air of your math class.

Class today seemed especially hard for Jin, who was groaning to himself every time Ms. Choi announced an answer to a problem that he didn’t get. You frowned, wanting to lean over and correct his simple mistakes. However, you weren’t sure if you should- you didn’t want him to get mad at you, or make him feel bad for getting help from someone who was younger than him.

As class ended, you made moves to clean up your things, packing away your math binder before Ms. Choi shrilly called out to you and Seokjin. Your blood ran cold, and you wondered what you could’ve done wrong that day.

“Yes?” You asked hurriedly, setting your backpack down on the ground beside you as Seokjin hung around with a sigh, letting his arms fall limply at his sides. You smiled at his actions, at least he didn’t want to be here either.

“I have a request of you. Mr. Kim here is not doing so well, and it’s a pity considering this is the second time I’ve had the pleasure of teaching him. So I’ve taken it upon myself to arrange a surefire way to get Mr. Kim on track. Y/N, you will be tutoring Seokjin here until his grades are good- not just passing.” She said with finality, leaving no room for either you or Seokjin to argue. Seokjin looked like he was about to, but Ms. Choi continued.

“Y/N, your incentive will be extra credit and no final in this class. Seokjin, your incentive is to graduate. Understood? I will leave meeting arrangements up to the two of you, but just know you’ll have to meet up more than just once a week in order to accomplish anything. That will be all, you two.” The teacher dismissed you, turning around and going back to her desk without sparing either of you a second glance.

You gave Seokjin a weak smile as he stared ahead with a frown on his face. When you two got out into the hallway- which was practically barren, due to most of the students having already left- you attempted to talk to the older boy.

“I’m sorry.” You offered. Your words were genuine even though they didn’t have to be, and Seokjin looked at you in surprise before shaking his head quickly.

“If there’s anyone who should apologize right now, it’s me. It’s my dumbass who got you stuck with tutoring me.” Seokjin sighed. You smiled and shook your own head, looking at him fondly.

“It’s cute of you to assume I wouldn’t like tutoring you. Who says math can’t be fun?” You said boldy, inwardly cringing at your own words. Not only had you called him cute, but you also inadvertently said math was fun- which is not true, by the way. Even you knew that.

Seokjin smirked at your words, giving you a once over (which made you feel more flushed than you cared to admit,) before nodding. “I guess you’re right. Here,” He said, digging in his pocket before pulling out his phone, unlocking it and then setting it into your hand. “Put your number in. That way we can get ahold of each other.” Seokjin said. You nodded, typing your name in and putting a few cute emojis beside it before adding your number and handing it back to Seokjin.

The boy smiled at how cute you were, putting emojis next to your contact. It stood out against everything else, as it was very rare of him to adorn contact names with anything like that. The closest thing he had was Jungkook’s costume name- which was just dumbass.

He sent you a text from his phone, a silly joke just so you’d have his number. You giggled as you saved his contact.

“Text me and let me know when you’re free next. I’d do it tonight, but my friends have a soccer game tonight and I promised I’d go…” He trailed off, almost seeming to ponder something before shaking his head, deciding it wasn’t something that needed to be said. “Anyway, I can probably tweak my schedule to meet yours. You’re probably busier with school and other stuff than I am, anyway.” He said nonchalantly. You smiled at how considerate the older boy was being, nodding sweetly at his words.

“Sure, I’ll do that. Have fun tonight, Seokjin.” You said softly, waving him goodbye as he walked into the parking lot to his car. You stood by the curb, waiting for your usual ride to pull up, who just happened to be one of your best friends.

“Hi, Yukhei.” You smiled at him as you clambered into the front seat of his car. He sent you his signature wide smile, turning his loud music down to greet you. “What’s up, sweetness? You took longer than you usually do today.” Yukhei said as he put his car in drive, backing up before driving out of the parking lot. You observed Seokjin as he drove past you, sending you a wink. You frowned and uttered an apology to your friend.

“Sorry… I didn’t think I’d be. My teacher held me and another guy back after class and, well, long story short, I’m a tutor now. Against my will.” You added the last part, because Yukhei was totally a guy who would tease you about wanting to be a math tutor. Not that it mattered- he barely passed geometry in tenth grade. Yukehi hummed thoughtfully.

“That sucks. What’s his name?” He asked out of curiosity. You knew Yukhei hardly paid attention to anyone in your grade, having befriended just about everyone in all other grade levels. It was a miracle he talked to you.

“Kim Seokjin.” You said, screaming when Yukhei’s car came to a sudden halt. Another car swerved past you, honking and giving him a not so nice finger sign. “What’re you doing? You’re gonna get us killed!” You whimpered, clutching your chest over the soft material of the sweater you were wearing. Yukehi hardly seemed bothered, slowly turning back to normal as he continued the route home.

“Y/N, are you kidding me? Kim Seokjin is one of the most popular guys in school. Hell, he’s one of the most popular guys in the district. Your social rep is about to go through the roof! What’s he like? I’ve only heard stories.” Yukhei said in awe, only taking his eyes off you every couple of seconds to make sure he was still driving on the right side of the road.

“Please keep your eyes on the road before I die prematurely,” You whined pitifully before continuing. “And, you’ve only heard stories? Geeze, way to make him sound like some mythical creature. I don’t really know what you want me to say… We really just sit next to each other in math. He’s nice, and funny I guess.” You said. You really wanted to comment on how handsome he was too, but you figured Yukhei had heard enough of that from every other person he knew.

Yukehi sucked in a couple deep breaths to curb his excitement. “You’ve gotta get me on his good side, Y/N. This is crazy, I always knew there was a reason I kept you around! Well, beside your ass- you’re pretty funny too, I guess.” Yukhei shrugged as you slapped his arm, which was protected by the expensive windbreaker he wore.

“Stop saying things like that! It makes me uncomfortable and I don’t know how to react. And no, I’m not using him to get you into parties or something. Climb the social chain on your own, like the pioneers once did.” You scolded him as he laughed.

“You know I hate manual labor. Why do you think I didn’t clean my room for two years straight?” Yukhei asked as you shivered at the memory. It started in eighth grade, and Yukhei didn’t clean his room until the end of your freshman year of high school.

You shook your head. “Don’t remind me. I remember that fossilized sock. It got so bad you had to give me your allowance just so I’d help.” You grumbled, crossing your arms and glaring at the memory. His measly ten bucks a week would never be enough for the horrors you went through during that time.

Yukhei rolled his eyes, mumbling something about you being a drama queen. You shrugged, hardly bothered, opting to listen to his music as he continued your route home.

When he pulled into your driveway, you expected him to leave and go to his own house. However, he ended up stopping his car and smiling deviously when you looked at him in question.

“You’re free tonight, right?” Yukhei asked as he strolled into your house behind you, shrugging off his jacket and taking off his shoes as he did the same. You peered at him wearily squinting your eyes.

“...Why? Yukhei, I’m not doing your homework for you again. It’s not that hard. And I don’t want to.” You pouted. His mouth dropped in offense, slapping a hand onto his chest to let you know that he wasn’t pleased with your assumption.

“You’re the worst! For your information, that’s not what I was going to ask you anyway. I got invited to a cool party tonight and I wanted you to be my plus one.” Yukhei said snobbily, tilting his nose into the air.

You grimaced, thinking about how that was the last thing you wanted to do. You’d rather stay home, as sad as it sounded- you’d heard horror stories from the types of parties Yukhei’s crowd went to, and you weren’t familiar with anyone who went to them beside him.

“I don’t know, Yukhei. That’s really not my type of thing. You’d have better luck asking someone else.” You said in resignment, walking up the stairs to your room as he followed behind you, moaning and groaning at your answer.

“You never wanna do anything fun! Why don’t you want to go? It’s a Friday night, any homework you have can be done tomorrow or Sunday.” Yukhei said, belly flopping onto your made bed.

You dropped your backpack down to your side, going to your desk and sitting in the spinning chair and facing the boy on your bed, who was giving you the side eye.

“I don’t want to go because it doesn’t sound fun. I won’t know anyone there beside you- and knowing the social butterfly you are, you’ll end up leaving my side right when we get there. And before you promise me that you’ll stay with me, I’ll feel bad because I’ll most definitely be keeping you from doing something actually enjoyable.” You shrugged. Everything got difficult when you two started growing into different social groups.

Yukhei had always been popular. You weren’t unpopular, people knew you and enjoyed talking to you, but it was a different kind of recognition. Yukhei and you were tied at the hip for most of your lives, and once puberty started hitting him he began prospering as you watched him proudly, from the comfort of your smaller social circle. Things were different now, and it was sometimes hard to work through.

He frowned, eyebrows creasing together in the telltale emotion of worry.

“Do you really feel like that, Y/N? Hon, the most fun I could ever have is with you. Don’t think for even a second that I’d enjoy anyone else’s company more. I want you to go because I wanna hang out with you, make new memories or whatever. I’m not doing it out of pity, or whatever might be going on in that head of yours.” He said seriously, his tone dropping to let you know his words were genuine. You smiled at him, tilting your head.

“Aw, Yukehi’s got a soft spot for little old Y/n.” You giggled as he cursed and shook his head. “Yeah, whatever- well now that we’ve talked through that, it’s time to pick your outfit! I heard this is supposed to be a real banger- the super popular upperclassmen are coming.” Yukehi said, jumping up from your bed and rubbing his hands together in contemplation.

“I never said I was going!” You said indignantly, to which he rolled his eyes in response.

“Doesn’t matter. I decided that you are. Where do you keep your dresses?” Yukhei asked, pulling out random drawers to your dresser and snickering when he found your underwear drawer, picking a pair of panties up and flinging them to you as you gasped in embarrassment.

“Boundaries, Yukhei!” You said in shrill embarrassment, balling up the fabric in your hand and pushing him away from the piece of furniture he was rifling through. “And I keep them in the closet, duh.” You sneered, gently placing your underwear back where they were supposed to be as Yukhei huffed some laughter.

“Alright, let’s see what I have to work with. You’re lucky you’re already pretty fashionable and I don’t have to go through the hassle of one of those movie transformations.” Yukhei hummed as slid his hand in between the garments of clothing hung up in your closet, inspecting each one and taking some out when they seemed to meet his made up requirements.

“Try these two on. I think I know what I’m gonna choose but I have to be sure.” Yukhei demanded, throwing the two dresses he picked out onto your bed.

“Aye aye captain?” You questioned, picking them up and travelling to the bathroom before putting one of the garments on, surprising yourself when you looked in the mirror. In all fairness, you’d forgotten you owned it- a nice lightly colored pattern with a skirt that puffed out at the waist, accentuating your figure nicely. You’d always enjoyed the dress but always ended up admiring it from afar, never really having the chance to wear it.

Yukhei whistled as you walked back into the room, holding his finger up and drawing an imaginary circle to silently tell you to turn around for him. You spun around, watching in amusement as the skirt following your movements, wind fluffing up the ruffled edges. Yukhei smiled approvingly.

“You’ll be wearing that one tonight.” He decided as he continued to observed you as you smiled. “You don’t want to see the other one on?” You questioned.

“Don’t need to,” He answered. “This looks stunning on you, and if the other one could look even better I’d have to be your personal bodyguard tonight- which is something I’d like to avoid, but it can’t be helped.” The boy explained as you sat next to him.

“What do you mean it can’t be helped?” You questioned out of pure curiosity as he raised an eyebrow at you, accompanied by a deadpan expression.

“Really sick of the whole ‘girl doesn’t know how beautiful she actually is,’ trope, Y/N. You’re hot, people will try to make moves on you tonight.” He said nonchalantly as you felt your skin begin to heat up with embarrassment.

You shook your head haughtily. “No way. No one’s ever done that before, tonight won’t be any different.” You nodded to your own words, trying to agree with what you were telling yourself. Yukhei scoffed, sending a hand down onto your back. It didn’t hurt, but it shocked you enough.

“You haven’t given anyone the chance, sweetheart. You really think the kids who sit in the library during lunch are gonna make a move on you? It’s a party, Y/N, a social event. They’ll be like moths to a flame.” He spoke, and you grimaced but didn’t find yourself disagreeing. It sounded intimidating, but a bit flattering.

“Whatever you say…” You mumbled, to which Yukhei smiled as he congratulated himself for winning the argument. “Go do your hair or makeup or whatever.” He commanded you as you looked at him incredulously.

“The party’s not until tonight!” You exclaimed while Yukhei shrugged casually.

“I know girls who skipped school today to get ready. Plus, we have to stop at my house so I can change. You think I’d show up to a party looking like this?” Yukhei signalled to the outfit he wore as you blinked slowly. There wasn’t anything wrong with it. You thought he looked good.

“...I guess not?” You questioned as your friend smiled. “Good answer, Y/N.”

-

“You said this was supposed to start at seven.” You pointed out dejectedly when you’d checked your phone. Yukhei had parked a couple houses down, giving you time to observe your surroundings as you walked up the street. Cars littered the neighborhood and you could already hear the bass of the music playing inside of the large house. This person must’ve had very understanding neighbors.

“Yeah, Y/N, fashionably late. Ever heard of it? We’d look dumb if we came when it was actually supposed to start.” Yukhei pointed out as you creased your eyes in confusion. “But it’s almost 9 already…” You trailed off, wrapping your arms around your waist as you slowly grew more conscious of the outfit you were wearing.

Yukhei scoffed. “Exactly. But if you’re so concerned… Hurry up.” He chided, grabbing your arm and practically dragging you up the steps of the house, which was covered in red solo cups and some people who were smoking, or got started on the alcohol too early and were lazing around in the fresh air. A couple of the patrons noticed Yukhei, raising their hands in a wave accompanies by sly smiles.

Yukhei nodded curtly toward them but said nothing, so you decided not to acknowledge them.

The house was almost filled to the brim. People were everywhere and the music was so loud you could barely hear your own thoughts, and the air was so hazy you almost wondered if people were smoking inside as well. If they were, you couldn’t smell it, as it seemed to be covered by the copious amounts of perfumes and colognes everyone wore.

“Follow me.” Yukhei leaned down and spoke into your ear so you could hear him. You nodded at him with slightly light eyes, following him as he wove through the crowds of people.

Somehow you ended up in the kitchen, lights dimmed to keep the lowlit effect that had been apparent since you’d arrived. There were multiple bowls of snacks, and in the middle of one of the large tables was a huge bowl of suspicious red looking liquid. You shivered, wondering what all had been put into it. It seemed to be popular, as the other people in the kitchen went immediately to it, refilling their cups.

Yukhei went over and got a cup, grabbing the ladle and pouring a small amount into it before going over to the sink and filling the rest of it with water. You raised an eyebrow at him before he thrust it into your own hand, smiling proudly.

“Drink it. There’s barely any alcohol in it and I’m not drinking tonight so there’s nothing to worry about. Despite the anxiety blooming in your chest and willing you to refuse the liquid, you raised it to your mouth and took a sip. Your eyebrows shot up immediately at the sweet, fruity taste that flooded your mouth. Your friend smiled even wider.

“You like it?” He asked excitedly, biting the side of his lip. You looked down into the cup, still slightly surprised at how someone had managed to make alcohol taste so good. “Yeah, I like it a lot actually…” You trailed off, taking another sip.

“A guy named Taehyung is usually in charge of the jungle juice. He’s the only one who doesn’t fuck it up, but makes it capable of doing something. And hey, slow down. I watered it down so you’d take your time, but I’ve got you.” Yukhei said, grabbing the hand that was wrapped around the cup and pulling it down so it was level with your belly button. You smiled sheepishly.

The two of you made your way out of the kitchen, you looking around in wonder as Yukhei drank in your reactions. He was happy to see you breaking out of your shell a bit, letting go of your own personal rules and trusting him enough to have fun with him.

“Aye, Yukhei! Bring your girl over here, we’re playing beer pong.” A tall handsome boy hollered from a couple feet over. They were standing in what seemed to be a secondary dining room, two obvious teams stood at different sides of the large table. It was covered in red solo cups, but instead of beer they were filled with the infamous jungle juice.

Yukhei looked at you questioningly to which you nodded shortly, following him over to the table. There was only one other girl who seemed to want nothing to do with the game, but she smiled at you nonetheless. She didn’t seem threatening in any manner, which was nice.

“What’s up, Yukhei? Who’s the pretty little lady?” The guy who called you over smiled. He had dark brown hair and olive skin, smiling down at you with a rectangular smile that showed his shining teeth.

“This is one of my best friends. Her name’s Y/N. Y/N, this is Taehyung. He’s in the year above us.” Yukhei said, managing to point out that you two were not an item like the other boy might have assumed. Taehyung’s eyes showed pleasant surprise, his smile widening as he caught a glimpse of your cup.

“Like it? Made it just for you, you know.” He said as he gestured toward your cup. You smiled shyly but still managed to respond slyly. “I’m sure- I’m surprised you knew I was coming, and made all of that punch just for me.” You smiled, sipping at the liquid again as both he and Yukhei laughed.

“Hey,” a lazy voice called from the other end of the table. He had slanted eyes that stared right at you, his tongue peeking out to wet the corner of his lips. “Stop flirting with the poor girl and get this game started. It’s nine o’clock and I’m not even tipsy, it’s a shame.” He said, making you snort. Yukhei looked at you and shrugged, letting you know that this behavior wasn’t out of the norm.

“Yoongi’s a super nice guy. Probably the one I’d trust most around here.” Yukhei murmured to you as they began to set up their game. Taehyung has called Yukhei to be on his team, and you politely declined, leaving you to awkwardly stand beside the table and watch the first couple of throws before the other girl noticed you.

“Come here.” She said gently, and you immediately obeyed.

“You looked a little lost, and I’ve never seen you around one of these things before. I’m Jisoo, what’s your name?” She asked you as you nodded. “Yeah… Yukhei’s been one of my best friends for years now, and I guess tonight was the night he decided he had enough and brought me to a party. Oh, and I’m Y/N.”

Jisoo smiled at your words, nodding understandingly. She was well aware her crowd wasn’t for anyone, but it was always nice to see a new face. Especially when the new face didn’t seem to have any preconceived notions of ‘popular kids.’

“Well, I hope you have fun tonight, Y/N. You can always sit with us too if Yukhei gets too rowdy. Do you know anyone else here?” She asked out of curiosity. You furrowed your eyebrows and raised your head to get a good look of the other patrons of the party.

“No, I don���t think so… Oh! Seokjin!” You said in surprise, causing Jisoo’s face to morph into a look of shock. “Seokjin…?” She asked, turning her head to look for the boy. He seemed to see you at the same time you saw him. His features reflected surprise, but he snapped out of it and sent you a wave and a smile.

“How do you know Seokjin? He hardly ever comes to these things, that’s so odd…” Jisoo trailed off. Her tone held no malice or jealousy, simply surprise that you of all people would know Seokjin. Even Yukhei had never managed to talk to him before.

“Oh,” You said, wondering what you should say. You were sure he wouldn’t appreciate it if you told people that you were his math tutor despite being younger than him. “I share a class with him and we sit next to each other.” You said finally, nodding your head. Jisoo seemed to believe you, eyes still focused on Seokjin as he weaved his way through the crowd. He had two people with him, but it was very clear he was walking in your group’s direction.

“Jinnie! To who do we owe our pleasure?” Taehyung asked excitedly, stopping mid throw to greet Seokjin. Yukhei had a look of awe on his face from behind Taehyung and Yoongi threw a ping pong ball at Taehyung.

“Blame this one. He wouldn’t leave my house without me.” Jin said, jabbing a finger over his shoulder at a smiling boy, who was already bouncing around. You could tell that this was completely his element- a party animal. The other one who accompanied them smiled, hooded eyes trailing over everyone before stopping on you, grinning widely.

“And who are you, sweetheart?” He asked, paying Jisoo no mind as he strolled over to you. His voice was a bit higher than the other boy’s but still had a gravelly quality to it, practically hypnotizing you. You were silent for a moment, thinking Jisoo would come to save you but she only ignored him, leaving you to your own devices.

“Oh, um… I’m Y/N?” You asked more than answered, wondering if that was really what he wanted to know. His eyes shone with interest and you felt like you’d fallen into the lion’s den. “Nice to meet you. I’m Jimin. Say… I haven’t seen you at one of these before. What’s the special occasion?” He asked again. Jisoo got up and walked over to where Yoongi’s team stood, and you could see her whisper into his ear. His eyes followed the situation, watching carefully.

“Well, my best friend Yukhei. He’s over there. He wanted me to come.” You shrugged your shoulders, feeling cold in the dress you wore. Jimin occupied the seat Jisoo left open now, no longer obscuring your frontal view. Seokjin hadn’t taken notice to Jimin, and if he did he didn’t seem to care.

“Mmm, Yukhei, really? Surprising that someone like him is friends with a sweet girl like you.” He said nonchalantly, making you confused. “Someone like him? What does that mean?” You asked, folding your hands in your lap and looking down at them, finding his presence almost suffocating. He was absolutely stunning, but you knew he could only offer you trouble.

“Well, the crowd he hangs out with, sweetheart. There’s no doubt he’s popular, but there’s always more to that, isn’t there? I won’t ruin anything for you. But if you stick around I might have to steal from him, you’re entirely tempting. You know that, don’t you?” Jimin asked you, bringing a finger under your chin and tilting it his way, having you look at him. This seemed to be the final straw for whoever had been watching, because you heard Yoongi’s voice immediately after.

“Enough, Jimin. You’re scaring her.” Yoongi said authoritatively, causing him to glower at the black haired boy. Seokjin seemed to hear the commotion, because he looked over at you only to grow surprised at the position Jimin had managed to get him in. When Jimin didn’t move, Jin stalked over and grabbed his hand tightly before moving it away.

Jimin got up and followed Jin, who was muttering something about you being off limits. You wondered what that meant. Yukhei jogged over to you, face clearly showing his panic. “Are you okay? I didn’t even notice anything. He didn’t make you uncomfortable, right?” He asked, hands on your shoulders as he looked into your eyes concerningly.

You shook your head and smiled up at your friend. “No Yukhei, I’m okay. He’s just a flirt, that’s all.” You shrugged, not wanting him to get even more worried. You also didn’t want to make the situation seem bigger than it was, you hadn’t told Jimin to stop and he didn’t do anything crazy. He just kept you on your toes.

Yukhei seemed conflicted, but nodded. “I’m gonna get back to the game, then. If something like that happens again tell them no and get me.” Yukhei said with finality. You saluted him, to which he laughed and shook his head.

It had been a couple of minutes before you heard your name being said again. You looked up and around, wondering where it came from before you saw Seokjin, who was motioning for you to come over to him. You got up and righted your dress before walking over.

“Hi!” You said happily, missing the way his eyes trailed over you hungrily. He smiled at you sweetly, bringing his hand down to encase your own. “Come with me?” He asked, to which you nodded. The boy led you through a couple of halls before you were met with some glass doors, which led to the house’s back porch. There were people outside, but hardly any compared to the inside of the house.

“How was the soccer game?” You asked when the both of you stopped next to the porch’s railing. He smiled at your ability to remember what he told you. “It was good. They won, so I guess it was worth going to. I guess we could’ve met up afterward but I didn’t think you’d be up this late…” He said, alluding to the party the two of you were now at. You began to fluster at his words.

“Ah…! I didn’t know I’d be here either, to be completely honest. Yukhei dragged me out, parties aren’t really my thing. This is my first one, actually!” You said a bit loudly, completely unaware at how lame you were making yourself sound. Jin let out a warm chuckle.

“Don’t worry Y/N, I can tell you’re not the party type. Which brings me to the reason why I wanted to talk to you.” Seokjin said. You tilted your head, fiddling with the hem of your dress. “And what is that?” You asked quietly, feeling small under his gaze.

His facial expression was weird, to say the least. He seemed almost mournful, and it had you feeling saddened before you could even hear what he had to say.

“You shouldn’t be here, Y/N. You’re too good for this type of stuff.” Jin sighed as you looked at him in apparent confusion. “I’m definitely not better than anyone here if that’s what you’re saying.” You said, not wanting him to put you on a pedestal for no reason. He reached down for your hand again, bringing it up to rest against his on the railing. Your heart sped up at the contact.

“That’s not quite what I meant. Excuse the brashness but… You’re stunning. People here are well aware of that, and if they’re not jealous they’re gonna find a way to get you themselves, like Jimin earlier. You’re innocent and unaware of people’s intentions and it makes you desirable, and I’ll be damned if I sit around and let someone take advantage of you.” Seokjin murmured quietly to avoid anyone else hearing him, but you could hear the anger in his tone.

“Oh, Seokjin, I don’t want you to worry about me. I promise I can take care of myself, and I know trouble when I see it.” You tried to assure him, but you could see that the conflict in his eyes hadn’t lessened.

“I think your heart is in the right place- too much, probably. EVen if you smell trouble you’ll try to look for the good in someone, like you did with Jimin.” Seokjin spoke, and you became aware that it wasn’t going to be easy to change his mind.

“But…” You trailed off in confusion, eyebrows drawing together and bottom lip jutting out as Seokjin resisted the urge to coo at you and swipe his thumb across your mouth. “Aren’t you and Jimin friends?” You asked, in reference to the way he spoke of the other boy. He sucked in a breath through his teeth, and you saw his wide shoulders raise with the intake.

“We are,” He finally spoke. “But if anything, that just shows that I know what type of person he is. He’s good to me, but I know what he does, and I’d prefer it if he didn’t do it with someone like you- for both of our sakes.” Seokjin spoke as you felt embarrassment blooming within you, knowing exactly what the older boy was referencing to. Of course you were aware some boys and girls had reputations for ‘sleeping around’- you just didn’t think it was ever something that should be made into a big deal.

“Have you told them… What I am, for you?” You whispered quietly, not wanting to alert anyone around you in fear of embarrassing Seokjin. He huffed out some endearing laughter. “Can’t say I’m exactly excited to say that the cute underclassman girl I hang around with is actually my math teacher. I’ll tell them eventually, though- to avoid some confusion that’s bound to arise. I don’t really hang around girls too often, so they’ll get curious.” You smiled at his words, eyes creasing with the excess skin of your cheeks.

“Sounds good.” You told him. It looked like Seokjin was about to continue but was shocked out of replying when a large hand clapped over his shoulder, another man appearing from behind him. He had a wide smile, and he was holding a red solo cup. The flush of his cheeks told you that he definitely wasn’t sober.

“My man Seokjin! Where’d you get this hot piece of ass? I didn’t think the underclassmen were all that, but you’re changing my mind, you know?” He asked as he driected the conversation to you. You couldn’t respond, eyes open wide at the brashness of his comments. Seokjin seemed less than pleased, ripping his hand from his shoulder and shoving him off.

“None of your fucking business, Yunho- say one more thing and I’ll get my dad to fire yours.” Seokjin threatened emptily, but it was very obvious that the inebriated male didn’t catch the hint. His eyes widened and he put his hands up in defense. “Sorry, man. Didn’t mean it.” He slurred, beelining for the door to the inside. You watched the door even after he disappeared into it.

“I’m sorry, Y/N…” Seokjin trailed off as you began to shake your head in response. He wasn’t looking at you, though, so it went unnoticed. “I think it’s best if I drive you home. You okay with that?” He asked. You hesitated, mind flashing back to Yukhei.

“Yukhei was my ride… I was supposed to stay with him.” You spoke anxiously as Jin listened. “You shouldn’t worry. We left him alone with Taehyung, he’s probably less than sober by now. We can swing through and you can tell him bye before we go, if you want.” Seokjin compromised, leaving you with no option but to nod your head in agreeance.

Truthfully, you understood where Seokjin was coming from, and that he wanted you safe. However, you felt like you were being babied despite the small gap in age between the two of you, causing you to follow closely behind him with your head held down like the child you’d been made to feel like. Seokjin ushered himself off to the side, planting his hand at the small of your waist and guiding you along with him.

Seokjin was right about Yukhei. He was yelling, and you could hear him from a couple rooms over, meaning that the temptation of alcohol had won. Inside, you felt a bit betrayed, but you were happy that he was at least having fun.

“Hey,” You tapped his shoulder as he turned to look at you, mouth opening wide with a smile when he saw your face. He wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you tightly as you made a noise of surprise which caused him to let you go.

“I’m gonna go home, Yukhei.” You told him, watching as his face went from confused to shocked and wide eyed. “Y/N, I’m so sorry! ‘M not sober enough to take you home, sweetheart… Forgot my one fuckin’ job of the night, how funny is that.” Yukhei said but it was very obvious he didn’t find it funny, and that he was currently beating himself up for forgetting something so important.

You lifted a hand up to feather it through his hair in a gesture of comfort. “Don’t worry, you’re fine. Seokjin said he’d take me so you’re alright.” You spoke. You saw him sigh in relief but his mood hadn’t seemed to better too much.

“At least you’re gettin’ home safe. So sorry, Y/N, I’ll make it up to ya. I’ll take you out for some food or something. Have a good night.” He told you genuinely, pulling you into another hug, smoothing his hand along your back. You agreed, jokingly stating that he owed you before returning to Seokjin’s side as he led you out of the house party.

“He seems like a nice kid.” Seokjin spoke as he lead you through the crowds of people. You became increasingly aware of the looks you were getting- hungry and astonishing looks, the occasional jealous glare from multiple patrons. You could hear people whispering, asking each other who you are and what business you had with Kim Seokjin.

“Huh?” You spoke when you realized you’d been silent for too long. “Oh, yeah. He really is.” You said. Seokjin offered a smile at your spacey attitude, opening the front door and letting you out before turning around, letting his eyes linger on a couple of people who said especially rude things about you.

“My car’s over here.” Seokjin spoke when he closed the door behind him, making sure you were close by him as he started walking. You stayed silent, more so focusing on the chilly night air hitting your exposed skin. You shivered a bit, but it did not go unnoticed by Jin.

“Shit, sorry.” He said, shrugging off his jacket and beginning to put it around your shoulders. “I didn’t even think about how cold it got.” He said when it was sufficiently wrapped around you. It was large on him, so it almost engulfed you. “It’s okay, it’s yours anyway. I’m sure you’re cold now, too.” You offered, gripping the jacket even though you wanted to keep it for the warmth it offered- not to mention the smell of his cologne that was still on it.

He shook his head. “You’re the one in a dress, you can keep it. Chivalry isn’t dead, you know.” Seokjin offered, making you giggle and playfully roll your eyes. “Oh, sure. True chivalry is being your math tutor.” You said as Seokjin gasped in offense.

“And here I was, thinking you were a nice girl. Should’ve known better…” Seokjin shook his head as the two of you got into the car. He sat there for a moment, hand on the gear before he turned to look at you. “Mind giving me some directions?” He asked charmingly, making you instantly flustered- duh! He didn’t know where you lived.

“Oh, sure. At the end of this street take a right.” You spoke, him nodding easily and shifting the car into drive. You watched the house disappear into the rear view mirror.

-

“Thanks for taking me. You didn’t have to.” You said as Seokjin rolled up your driveway, a couple of lights on signalling some of your family members were still awake. The boy shook his head, turning to look at you. “I was the one who made you leave in the first place, I’d be a dick to not offer a ride home- I get if you’re mad at me for that, by the way.” He said sheepishly, but you gave him a smile and shook your head.

“I mean, it didn’t go the way I always envisioned my first real party- but it wasn’t horrible. Here, let me give you your jacket back-,” You suddenly remembered, sitting up in the front seat and beginning to shrug it off yourself only for Jin to set a hand on your shoulder.

“Keep it. You look good in it. Plus, we still need to get together for some tutoring, so it’s not like I’ll never see it again.” He said, and you nodded dumbly, more focused on the compliment he gave you rather than anything else. Gulping, you sent him a shy smile before popping the car door open.

“Sure. Thank you, Seokjin, see you later.” You said shyly, and he waved goodbye. “Bye, Y/N, I’ll text you. Sleep well.”

[lavieestbelleatleastonmostdays]

14th February , 2017

I know by now I should be 'old enough' to talk about my worries or feelings in general with my friends but I just can´t. So here I am sitting on my bed with the journal in my hands. Today is Valentine's Day aka one of my most hated days (besides Mondays obviously) of the year. Two years ago I would have never thought that I'd feel this way but if your ex-boyfriend doesn't show up for your Valentines date a year later and breaks up with you over the phone like a freaking coward. A day like this leaves a scar inside of you and a sour taste in your mouth. I still know how my tears tasted on my lips after I allowed myself to cry in the arms of my best friends.

Dear diary,

It's just so hard to deal with after every memory we shared together. I gave him my heart, my soul and my body and he just threw it threw me away like some trash he found on the street.

I know I sound bitter and mad but the anger I felt that day is gone but what's left now is disappointment and the lack of knowledge why he ended things like this. I can't even say that I hate him or that I never want to see his face again because it would be a goddamn lie.

My friends always tell me that I´m too good to be true but I believe nobody , you´ve once loved dearly , deserves to be hated.

I actually wish him -

'knock knock'

“Areum !!!” Jackson yelled from the other side of my door while knocking so hard that I thought the door will collapse. “I really hope you are ready by now or otherwise we will miss the beginning of the movie. “

“Yes, I am ready Jackson so you can stop knocking. Just let me put on my jacket and we can go.” I screamed back at him while swinging my ass off my bed to grab the jacket I´ve thrown on my chair.

“Oh you finally made it. That´s a really damn miracle. Now we have to hurry. Elena is already waiting for us at the cinema.”Jackson said while sending a quick message to her that we were on the way.

Only music filled the silence in the car. Jackson tried to talk to me the whole time but my answers were short and void of any emotion. He stopped trying to talk to me so my mind could drift of to a pretty dark place in my heart which was way too familiar. I felt suffocated. Tears were dwelling in my eyes while they scanned the cars and people who were passing by.

I know I shouldn't be like this. Especially since Elena and Jackson tried so hard to replace this twisted and fucked up memory with a good one. I´m really grateful to call those two my friends I really appreciate their patience with me but as simple as it sounds to replace the bad memory of a day with a good one. As hard it is to actually let it happen.

As soon as we went into the cinema we were greeted with the familiar smell of buttery popcorn and nacho cheese. My stomach growled loudly enough so that Jackson heard it. He put his arms around my shoulders while he laughed and guided me to the corner Elena was waiting for us. My eyes already drifting to the counter which held all the delicious treasures.

“Hey guys.” Elena greeted us with a bright smile and pulled us into a hug. “You´ve made it just on time. I already bought our tickets. Now let's get some snacks before Areum drowns us in a sea of her saliva.”, she said in a joking manner.

“ HEY ! I´m so not going to drown you in my saliva but this smell guys. This is the best.”

“ We know Areum. “, they both answered with a chuckle. “Let's fill your little tummy with all of this tasty goodness.”  

The movie my friends invited me to was about a former couple in their early twenties. At first they were best friends in high school but they eventually fell in love with each other but on one particular date night the guy never showed up. He just left her a voicemail to tell her that he can´t be with her. Some years passed by and the scars the man left on the heart of the woman healed slowly. So she and a friend of hers planned a holiday trip to the Maldives. She went on a boat trip all alone to give her friend some time for herself and she knew that she gets seasick easily. But life sucks sometimes so as soon as she went onto the boat she looked into the eyes of the guy who ripped her heart out years ago. Funny how life can be this cruel. The boat belonged to him. She tried to ignore him for the most time but everytime he moved in a particular way her eyes glanced his way. While her eyes were roaming over the expanse of the sea he walked over to stand beside her. He cleared his throat and began to explain why he behaved like this years ago. The guy knew his actions hurt her deeply but just didn't see any other way. They both talked about all the mistakes they’ve made in their relationship.

While the movie on the screen in front of me came to an end my thoughts were going into overdrive. ‘What if I’ll meet him again someday ? Will he also explain his actions to me like the guy in the movie did ? How would I react ? Will I be as calm as the movie or is my heart going to shatter even more ? I wonder if he changed or would he still recognize me ? ‘

“Yo Areum ! Are you still with us or are you already in a food coma ?” Elena and Jackson joked while they packed our things together.

I was still stuck in my head so I only mumbled “Before we go I have to go to the toilet. Will you wait in the car for me ?”

“Sure thing hurry up and don’t get lost on your way there.”

“Hahaha you are so funny Jackson.”

“I know Areum that’s why you love me so dearly.”

“Yeah, yeah.” I rolled my eyes before I turned around to go to find the restroom. Jokes on me. I got lost. Sometimes I’m just so dumb I can’t even believe it myself.

“Goddamn were is this fucking restroom ? It must be somewhere around here.” I whispered to myself and turned around to go back to my starting point. But while doing so my face met the hard chest of a man. I quickly mumbled an apology while stepping back. The man in front of me didn’t except my apology or even moved. I asked myself if he even breathed but what I was well aware of was the fact that I could feel his eyes on me. Just as I wanted to pass him the stranger grabbed my wrist which made me look up at him. My eyes looked into a familiar pair I only knew to well.

“Hey Areum, long time no see.” My eyes widened. ‘This can’t be possible.’  

This voice which made me feel calm and safe a long time ago and these eyes I could have drowned myself in. This must be a bad dream. Kim Namjoon can’t be here after he left me a year ago.

“Fuck.” I said under my breath.

“What did you say ? “ Namjoon bowed his head so that we were on eye level while scanning my face. “Won’t you greet me princess ? “ He said while a smile graced his handsome face. His absolutely adoring dimples appeared. My eyes scanned over his face first after I let them wander over his whole body. He looked good way to good. His hair was black and a few strands fell in his face. He wore a pair of jeans paired with a black sweater and a huge cardigan or was it a jacket. I’m not quite sure.

After I was done checking him out I looked back up into his face. I took a deep breath and wetted my lips before I answered, “No you don’t deserve to be greeted by me after you teared my heart apart like this.” I tried to stay as calm as possible even if my heart sounded like it will jump out of my chest. “You just left me without any explanation and you expect me to greet you with open arms. Namjoon am I a fucking joke to you ?” His eyes widened and he gulped. “Areum…..I’m --”

“Don’t say that you are fucking sorry.” I screamed at him. “You can shove your damn apology up your ass. I really would appreciate if you can let go of me.” I tried to free my wrist out of his grap but he only fastened it.

“Listen Areum, I know that I deserve that you treat me like this but please..I beg you give me one chance to explain why I acted the way I did.” I could see that he meant what he was saying. His brown eyes were filled with regret and sadness but also disappointment.

“Areum don’t -” Namjoons voice broke and he took a shaking breath. “- please don’t look at me like this.”

“How do I look at you, hm ?”

“Like you want me to disappear forever. No this is not right. You look at me like you wished you would have never met me.”

“Maybe that’s exactly what I want.”

“Liar.” I lowered my lids to shield my eyes from him and to not let him see the tears who were beginning to form. I don’t want to cry. I don’t want to feel anything right now. I just want to go home and to wholeheartedly embrace the warmth of my bed. Why did I have to get lost ? Why did I have to run into him ? My mind was a mess. My heart was racing. It was hard for me to get even air in my lungs. The tears were prickling behind my closed eyes. The only thing I could hear was the thrumming of my heart and Namjoons deep breaths. 

“NAMJOON !” Someone seemed to look for him. I didn’t recognize the voice at first but it seemed like the person was nearby. 

“Namjooooon….”

“I think…” I took a shuddering breath and opened my eyes again blinking the tears away. “...I think one of your friends is looking for you.”

“Areum..” He looked like he was in physical pain. “They can -”

“Oh there you are Namjoon. We looked everywhere for you. “ Now that the voice was right behind him. I recognized it. It was Hoseok one of his best friends. 

“What are you doing here in this corridor. Didn’t you want to go to the restroom ?” Hoseok asked before putting a hand on one of his shoulders His eyes wandered from Namjoon to me and I could see how realization bloomed in his look.

“Oh..I didn’t want to..” Hoseok scratched the back of his neck. “...disturb you. I’m sorry. I will go to the others again.”

“You don’t have to. I was about to go anyway Hoseok but Namjoon won’t let me go.” I said with a forced smile.

“Oh..I thought..”

“It doesn’t matter what you thought. So Namjoon will you kindly let go of my hand or what ?” He let go and his eyes fixed on the ground.

“Thank you.” I whispered while I passed the both of them. “Bye have a good night.”

I heard how Hobi whispered something to his friend.

“Areum..please one last chance and after this you can go back to hating me. That’s what I deserve but please.” I turned around and what I saw shocked me more than anything. Namjoon was kneeling on the ground. Eyes fixed on his hands and his head was bowed. 

“Please.” He begged. His voice was filled with regret and pain. He slowly looked up again and our eyes connected. Now his were filled with tears which looked ready to flow. It hurt me so much to see him like this. I probably looked the same last year. My mind was telling me that I should turn around again and leave him there but my heart whispered ‘Give him the chance. You still have some love for him in you.’ 

My heart won so I slowly nodded and said, “Okay..I will just tell Jackson and Elena that they can go home without me.”

“Really ? You will give me this opportunity ?” Namjoons eyes widened. It looked kinda cute.

“Seems like it. Please don’t let me regret this.”

“You won’t.” He jumped up and a shy smile was forming on his lips.

“Where shall we meet ?” I asked

“At the park nearby ? It’s just around the corner so you  should definitely find it.”

“Okay..See you then.”

I don’t believe that I’m doing this. Why do I always have to listen to my heart instead of my heart. ‘That’s easy girl because you still love him and you always wanted an explanation for his behaviour.’

“YOU WHAT ?” Jackson yelled while I told them about the situation and that I’m going to meet Namjoon. “This freaking asshole..How dare he shows up here and expects you to accept his stupid apology. I always thought he is smart but it seems like he lost some brain cells.”  

"Jackson shut up." Elena said. "I bet Areum has her reasons and thought this through."

I could only nod because in my head I was already in the park. I really hope this won't be a disaster. 

"Guys.." I whispered. "Did I ever tell you how much I love you. Thank you for everything. But I have…" I was on the verge of tears again "..I have to meet Namjoon. I need an explanation and answers to my questions and this is probably my only chance." 

"I understand you Areum. I hope you won't regret this decision and I'm kinda proud of you that you listened to your heart instead of your mind." Elena said and when I looked at her a proud smile was plastered on her face. 

"I don't think it's a good idea because I don't want to see you so devastated again but you won't listen to me." Jackson complained.

"I won't." 

"See so why am I even trying to hold you back."

"Because you are a great friend Jackson." I smiled and went to him to pull him into a hug. 

"I already know this but shouldn't you listen to me if I'm this great of a friend." I chuckled.

"Probably but you know the more you tell me I shall not do certain things the more I want to do it. So please bring Elena home and I will text you as soon as I'm home after the talk."

After I let Jackson go I got pulled into a hug by Elena.

"You can do this and I'm pretty sure you both need this talk." She whispered into my ear.

"I know.." She squeezed my shoulders before I took a step back and waved at them when they drove off the parking lot.

'I can do this. Areum don't be a coward. You've wanted an explanation. Now you will get it.’

I walked to the park while my mind felt like a prison. I wasn’t so sure anymore if I made the right decision but I can’t and won’t turn back now. I was a coward for way too long.

As soon as I entered the park my eyes drifted to the spot Namjonn was waiting for me. He was sitting on a bench. His eyes closed and he faced the sky as if he was tanning. He looked like he wanted to calm down. It was quite a sight to behold. I could have stared at this handsome man for eternity. He looked like a bittersweet dream.

I stepped closer and cleared my throat. This made him lower his head and open the eyes.

“You really came.” He sounded a bit surprised and a shy smile lighted up his face but it didn’t reach his eyes nor his dimples appeared which was quite a shame but made things a bit easier.

“Yes. I kind of promised you to give you an opportunity to explain yourself. So here I am or did you really think I wouldn’t come ?” 

“Areum...I really don’t know what I think right now or what I thought when I’ve spotted you in this corridor.”

“Aha...so if you don’t know what to think. I can also go again.”

“NO !” Namjoon grabbed my hand and pulled me on the bench he sat on. For a few minutes we were quiet. I think we tried to untangle our thoughts.

“Areum before I begin to explain everything to you..I want to say..Thank you for giving me this chance. I know it’s not a matter of course.” He took a deep breath and then took both of my hands in his while our eyes found each other. I saw the honesty, regret, hope and pure adoration in his brown orbs.

He took a stuttering breath before he began to speak.

“So the reason why I left you like this was…”

[nothing-but-kpop-dreams]

Just "Friends" (5.5/?)

A/n: sooooo sorry this literally took forever. My job is hoenstly so crazy and i either dont have time to write or i am too tired.

All Parts

“Three! Two! One!”

The freezing rain was quick to snap you back into reality. The thin soles of your shoes barely had enough traction to keep you on your feet as you ran down the crowded and slippery walkways.

For a dude that you never saw walk faster than a snail's pace, Yoongi was actually a fast runner. You were barely able to keep up with him. It could have been that he was secretly fit or the fact that the rain felt like bullets of ice shooting down on you but the two were back in that dirty alleyway he found you crying at in what felt like ten seconds.

He was quick to usher you past the garbage bins you once hid behind all those weeks ago and pushed open the back entrance of his apartment building.

“We made it!” he huffed, trying to catch his breath from the burst of activity.

You looked up at him. His blue locks were plastered to his forehead and his shirt was completely soaked. His shirt stuck to his body like plastic wrap and the bottoms of his pant legs were a darker shade of blue compared to his thighs.

You on the other hand were only standing in soaked sneakers while the neckline of you shirt was the only other thing to get the most damage. Yoongi’s coat protected you from most of the water and you felt a bit bad that you had it on the whole time. 

“Here you should take your coat back now.” you said, so that he'd at least have something to keep him warm.

He took the coat from you but didn't put it on. “It's alright I’m gonna change out of these clothes right now. Might as well lend you another sweater too.”

“Nah, its ok.”

“I said I'm lending you a new sweater.” he “insisted” kindly as he grabbed your hand again and began to lead you to his apartment.

Second floor, the second door on the left and you were in his humble abode. 

“Okay, warning, I wasn't expecting this to happen so sorry that my place is kind of a mess.” He said a bit late considering you were already standing in the middle of his apartment.

You took a look around. It was a decent sized place, probably a bit bigger than your apartment, definitely cleaner. If he thought this was bad, he must consider your place a landfill by comparison. “No worries, it's cool, but where's holly though?” You asked excitedly.

“Oooh, he isn't here today. My brother took him for a few days”

“Aw, then what's the point of being here?” you whined

“To finish our date with some good ole fast food... or would you rather be out in the rain? Cuz i can very easily kick you out!” He said with a grin.

“I mean if those are my own options, imma get an uber!” You said jokingly.

“Like I'd let you get in some stranger's car.” he smiled more sincerely, very much noticing your cheeks turn a deep shade of pink. “Wait here and decide what you want us to order while I get changed. There's a few take out menus by the fridge if you want to look at those!” His voice trailed off as he went down his hall and into one of the bedrooms.

Very timidly did you make your way to his kitchen and took a "quick" look around for the menus he was talking about. It could have been possible you snooped through the cabinets and drawers, but it was just a thorough look at the place that's all.

The menus sat there by the fridge just as he said. There wasn't too much to choose from

“Burgers, sushi, pizza- oh that doesn't sound too bad right now, ohhh mexican food!” you were getting hungrier and hungrier as you looked through the pictures of the different foods.

“Boo!” A shout suddenly came from behind you and you felt a pair of hands grab your shoulders!

You let out a shriek. With eyes closed shut you spun around wildly throwing fists at your opponent.

“Chill!” You could hear yoongi laugh. His hands grabbed your fists to stop you from trying to hit him. “It's just me!”

He had a cute laugh, but right now wasn't the time you were going to let him get away with it. “Oh just you? All the more reason to do this!” you hissed, ripping one hand away and smacked him on the shoulder.

Yoongi only laughed some more. "I had to do it. It's pay back for scaring me at the park.” he justified.

“Ugh, fine. We're even.” You grumbled, taking notice of his new "outfit". Yoongi was sporting a faded orange t shirt that made his towel dried blue hair pop even more, paired with some black skinny jeans.

"And here! This is for you, you scaredy cat." He chuckled, pulling off the black sweater hanging from his shoulder and holding it out for you to slide on.

You rolled your eyes at him but complied.

The black sweater was huge. It was like he draped you with a blanket. It was thick and soft and all around perfect.

"Thank you." You smiled like a spoiled brat.

You looked up at him to find him with the same look he had during the whole movie.

His eyes were locked on you, but his face was a deep shade of pink. He was frozen in a stance where he was leaning in closyoongiyou, but not close enough to break your bubble of personal space. Yet again it was like he was holding himself back from making a move.

You yourself felt your face getting hot. You wondered if he was finally going to make a move or not. 

After what felt like full on minutes of him just staring, he still did nothing. 

Maybe it was your turn to try and get the ball rolling.

Without much thought, you reached out your sweater paws and grabbed his hands, moving him closer to you.

Your touch seemed to startle him, as if you disrupted his train of thought. You couldn't help but crack a smile when his eyes looked back at you with subtle look of shock.

You probably caught him off guard. Up until now he had been the one to make all the advances. He was the one to text first, hold your hand first, and was always the one to ask to hang out. 

It's not that you ever turned him down in any way, but you also never put yourself out there with him. Why? You weren't completely sure. It could be that part of you still saw him as your nothing-but-pure-evil high school bully or that you were traumatized by any type of possible rejection after your drama with taehyung. Regardless, it wasn't really fair to him to not reciprocate anything. 

"So yoongi, I've been meaning to tell you something." You started. 

"Hm?" Was all he was able to get out, suddenly so nervous around you.

"Shockingly enough… I don't hate spending time with you." you confessed.

Yoongi couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "I told you I wasn't that bad." He mumbled shyly.

Silence fell between you two again. Neither one of you knew what to say next. 

"... I-um... y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"I've been meaning to ask you something... I'm sure it's pretty obvious at this point, but I like spending time with you an-"

"Ay yo! Yoongi!" A voice came from the now open front door.

The two of you looked over at the front entrance and honestly, you weren't too surprised to see who it was. Even with his back towards you due to peeling off his soaked coat, he looked like he hadn't changed a bit since high school. 

"Dude, you need to answer your fucking phone!" His voice filled the empty silence of the apartment. "Namjoon and I were creating such fire, all we needed was-" his blood ran cold when he turned around and saw you standing with Yoongi in kitchenette. "Oh! A girl!"

Jung hoseok, aka Hobi, aka Yoongi's partner in crime all through high school, stood in awe at the sight of you. Hoseok and Yoongi were always together back in the day. Most of the school was convinced Hoseok flunked a grade too just to be in class with Yoongi. And even years after graduation, it seems like they are still inseparable.

"What were you saying Hoseok?" Yoongi's voice was a full out groan now. 

You on the other hand were a but too shookth to even wave him and just stood there like a statue. You weren't trying to be rude, but you weren't exactly friendly with Hoseok in high school, you know, cuz him being Yoongi's hype man in his bullying raids and all (of course now trying to accept the fact he was trying to be more of a wing man back then).

Upon landing his eyes on you, hoseok plastered on a smile and made his way over to you guys. "Oh it's nothing, but who's your lady friend here?" He asked walking up next to the both of you.

By this point you and Yoongi had let go of each others hand, so shy about being put on the spot.

"Hi, I'm hoseok by the way." He said bringing an arm out to shake your hand and not even letting Yoongi answer the question.

"I know." You said smiled awkwardly. " I still remember you from high school."

Now it was Hoseok's turn to freeze. "High school?  We went to high school together?" He was suddenly looking at you more intensely, doing his best to try and remember you.

Suga let out a frustrated sigh. "Do you really not remem-"

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Hoseok's finger stopped Yoongi's lips from moving, all while having his eyes locked on you.

Immediately Yoongi slapped his hand away

"Oh my gosh" Hoseok whispered. "It's you! Cindy, right? Cindy from algebra 2?!"

Hoseok literally didn't even let you answer his question, he just attacked you with a hug. "Oh damn it's great to see you! It's been so long! how've you been?" He screamed joyously.

"She not Cindy you idiot!" Yoongi said pulling Hoseok off you. "It's y/n. She was a grade below us remember? Fuck, we all ended up graduating together stupid!"

"Whoops sorry! You and the girl I was thinking about look alot alike!" Hoseok laughed.

*You and Cindy, in fact, did not look alike*

"So we graduated together, huh? What's your last name???"

"You gotta be fucking kidding me!" yoongi grumbled. "Hoseok, this is the same y/n i liked back in high school." He spoke in a growl, so frustrated and a bit embarrassed over Hoseok's horrible memory.

Hoseok's eyes opened wide. "Oh…. Oooh!" He froze for a second "Oh you're that y/n." He said under his breath. Again, he stuck his hand out for a handshake. "Well hello again!" He said back in his original tone. "It's great to see you after all these years. You haven't changed a bit!" His tone, although, polite expressed a hint of what you felt could either be nervousness or embarrassment. "Um by the way… why are you here?"

"Hoseok!" Yoongi snapped.

"What?" The questioned innocently. "Last I remember, she hated us."

"I used to." You butted in. "...But now I don't." Without even thinking about it. your eyes trailed over to Yoongi and you couldn't hold back the little smile that formed on your face.

Hoseok very much so noticed the look you gave Yoongi. "So uh- so uh-" he was just waving his hands weirdly between the two of you "so uh what's going on over here then? Hm? Whats- whats a- going on between the two of you?" He asked, his eyebrows jumping mischievously.

"We're on a date." You said blankly. 

Remembering how over the top Hoseok was back then (and seeing how he is now) you didn't want to add any fuel to his over dramatic fire by beating around the bush.

Immediately, his smile widened. His smile was so big you could see all his teeth. The boy was practically an attack on titan titan with the face he made. 

"Say it ain't sooooooo!!!!" He screeched at Yoongi. 

"It is! So now can you let us order some damn food?" A red face yoongi growled.

"Oh food! What we orderin'?"

"No, no,no. Just y/n and i. You want food, then you go out and get some." Yoongi ordered, grabbing Hoseok by the shoulders and attempting to guide him out the kitchenette.

"But it's still raining!" Hoseok whined.

"So?"

"C'mon! Hey y/n don't you wanna catch up with me over some… pizza? How about mexican food?" Hoseok pleaded as he held onto the counter, now from the other side of the breakfast bar. "I'll chip in this time!" He proposed, just as Yoongi tried to get the front door open with one arm while the other was gripping onto the back of hoseok's shirt.

"Nope!" With one swift yank, Yoongi put Hoseok out in the hall and he shut the door in his face.

Yoongi kept himself at the front door for a moment, putting all his weight in case Hoseok tried to come back in. Meanwhile, you were having a laugh attack at the sight of two men in their twenties acting like actual children.

"C'mon man! Let me in! Hoseok shouted through the door."

"No, I won't let you mess up this date!" Yoongi shouted back "And shut up the neighbors will get mad.

"Fine! … but can i at least get my jacket? It's still raining."

Very strategically, Yoongi grab hoseok's coat without allowing the front door to completely open. 

"Bye y/n!" Hoseok shouted "niceseeingyou!youandyoongidonthavetoomu-"

Yoongi yet again cut hoseok's attempt to embarrass him off by shoving the wet coat in his face and slamming the door shut.

You continued to laugh on your own seeing a defeated yoongi place his head on the front door. It was very easy to tell that his best friends had a tendency to do something like this alot.

You both knew any chances of yoongi being cool after this were out the window.

"So…" he sighed, still hiding his probably blushing face from you. "did you figure out what you wanted to eat?"

-Admin Boat

[gimmesumsuga]

BTS Reaction - when you refuse to make noise during sex

So I took liberties a little bit from the original request, just to make sure they weren’t all too samey.  Forgive me. 

Seokjin

“Jagiya, what’s wrong?”  Jin directs the question up to you from where his head is nestled between your breasts, and even though there’s concern in his eyes it doesn’t do anything to still the graze of his thumb across your swollen nipple.

You’re confused; nothing’s wrong.  It’s just the opposite, in fact, and when you lift your head from the pillow to look down at his painfully handsome face and he sees that befuddlement in your expression Jin smiles kindly, turning his head to briefly kiss your breast.  

“You’re so quiet,” he explains further, and suddenly you understand what it is he means.  

You and Jin have only very recently started having sex - in fact you could probably count all the occasions on just one hand - and the last time you had your boyfriend had very firmly planted his over your mouth to silence you.   With no explanation at the time, and none afterwards to speak of either, you’d taken it to mean that you were clearly too loud in bed and that this wasn’t something he liked nor appreciated.  So of course, in an effort to please him and save yourself the embarrassment, this time around you’d made a considered effort to bite your lip and keep all those usual moans in.  It wasn’t easy, by any means.  

“Sweetheart,” Jin begins, lifting himself up and crawling up your body to kiss you sweetly, “You realise I only did that because the others were here last time?”  

No, you didn’t realise, and now you find yourself blushing for not doing so.  

“I didn’t want them hearing all the cute little sounds you make for me.”  He sucks gently on your bottom lip, and when Jin pulls away and opens his eyes you see something darker in them than you ever have before, something that makes your legs start to quiver and your core fiercely ache.  

He reaches down between you, nestling the tip of his cock between your folds and smiling when your breath hitches when anticipation.  Sinking inside, stretching you open, Jin leans his forehead against yours, he murmurs,

“Now let me hear you, Jagi, nice and loud.”  

Yoongi

“Jesus Christ,” Yoongi huffs, tugging on your hips as he thrusts into you from behind, pulling your ass into his lap to slap against him and push his cock even deeper inside you, “Your cunt is so fucking tight tonight, shit.”  

You purse your lips together, tilting your forehead down into the mattress as you desperately try to hold back the cries that are threatening to burst forth with every snap of his hips.  He’s already spanked you once for being too loud when Jungkook is sleeping right next door, so you’re doing your very best to keep them in and avoid any punishment what would further aggravate the bruises that Yoongi left all over your ass the last time he came home in one of these moods.  

Yoongi grabs you by the hair, lifting your face from the bed and arching your back so he can see you, your mouth opening in a soundless gasp as pain intermingles with the pleasure of his cock thudding against that special spot deep inside you.

“Am I not fucking you hard enough?”  Yoongi questions, and you can tell that it’s through gritted teeth, “Usually you’re screaming for more by now.”  

What the hell does he want from you?  One second he’s demanding you’re quiet, and the next he’s complaining when you are.  

“Y-you… you said,” you start breathlessly, your scalp burning from how hard he’s got your hair wrapped around his fist as he fucks into you, chest flushed. “You told me to be quiet.”  Before you can help yourself your tongue slips, adding, “Make u-up your mind.”  

Yoongi lashes out without warning, letting go of your hair to land two stinging slaps to the tops of your thighs in quick succession, and this time you do cry out, head flopping forward as you instinctively push yourself back on his cock.  

“Baby, watch your mouth,” he spits, his thrusts becoming all the more ruthless, “I know what I said, but how am I supposed to punish you for being such a noisy little slut if you won’t make a sound?”  

Oh that’s right I went there and I’m not sorry. 

Hoseok

“Does that feel good, baby?” Hobi whispers sweetly in your ear, rolling his hips into you in continuation of the slow, gentle pace that’s a feature of tonight’s love making.   You nod, pressing your lips together and screwing your eyes shut tight in an effort to hold back all the long, languorous moans that will seep out of you at a moment’s notice given the chance.  “God, I love being inside you.”

Is he trying to make this more difficult for you?  It certainly seems like it, especially when he brings his head out of the crook of your neck and leans over you, his weight on his elbows, transfixing you into watching him lift two fingers to his slender, shapely lips.  He flicks out his tongue to wet them, flashing a brief smile your way before slipping those fingers between your bodies to start circling your clit as his hips do the same.

It feels amazing, and Hobi can tell you’re enjoying it from the way he feels your walls clench tightly around his length as if desperate to keep him inside.  That’s why he’s so confused by the way your expression crumples and the tears he sees springing from the corners of your eyes, sliding their way down the sides of your face.  

“What’s wrong?” he asks worriedly, bringing himself down to press his forehead to yours, cupping your face in both hands as he momentarily halts all movement despite the way it makes him ache.  

“I-I can’t,” you hiccup quietly, feeling ridiculous for getting so worked up over something so little, “I’m sorry Hobi, I keep trying to be quiet but it’s too hard.  You feel too good.”  You don’t expect him to smile at your confession but that’s exactly what Hobi does at hearing your words.  He pulls away and tilts his head to the side, gently pinching your cheeks as he beams that full watt smile down at you, eyes crinkling.

“It was only because we were in public last time that I said that!  I didn’t mean all the time.”  

“You didn’t?” You wipe your eyes, a blush rising on your cheeks as you start to giggle in embarrassment.  

“Of course.”  He leans in to kiss you, his teeth knocking against yours because neither of you can stop smiling long enough to do it properly.  “You’re so cute baby, oh my god.”   

Namjoon

You don’t give a shit how good it’s feeling; you’ll be damned if you’re making even a single sliver of noise tonight.  Not after what happened the last time you and Namjoon got tangled up like this.  

Yeah, ok, so Namjoon isn’t your boyfriend.  Hell, he’s not even really your friend; just someone you have the good fortune of bumping into at a hell of a lot of parties who seems to share your interest in having risky, semi-public sex in a variety of cramped, darkened spaces.  But still, you’d expected him to treat you with at least a little bit of care, considering this is the longest non-relationship you’ve ever had with another human being.  

You’d certainly not expected him to go shoving your panties into your mouth as a makeshift gag, anyway.  

“You love this cock, don’t you?” he pants in your ear, lifting your leg up and over his hip so he can get better inside you, your skirt bunched up around your hips and back against the wall, his belt buckle jangling in time with his thrusts.  God, you do.  He’s the biggest and the best you’ve ever had - it’s probably why you keep seeking him out - but you’re not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing it.  

Namjoon pulls almost all the way out, pressing wet, messy kisses all over your neck before shoving his cock back inside you with all the strength he can muster, grunting as he does so.  He picks up your other leg too so he’s carrying you around his waist, fucking you into the wall, rutting into you, and usually you’d be clawing onto his hair by now, begging him for more, but you remain steadfastly silent, too stubborn for your own good.

He suddenly looks up, falling still, but it’s too dark in the closet to see his face properly, save the slither of light that’s highlighting one sharp cheekbone.  

“Fuck’s wrong with you tonight?  Might as well be fucking my hand for all you’re giving me.”  You scowl, face and chest flushing with anger you’re sure he can’t see.

“I’m just making sure I don’t get a mouthful of my underwear again, Joon.”  

Namjoon tuts, unceremoniously pulling out of you and putting you down none too gently, saying nothing as he puts himself away and picks up his drink from the shelf where he’d stashed it as you’d entered after sneaking away from the party.  

“Where the hell are you going?” you hiss as he opens up the closet door, paying no mind to the people who cast judgemental looks his way.  If they didn’t know what you were doing in there before, they certainly do now.   He smirks around the rim of his plastic cup at you, shrugging his shoulders.

“Well, you’ve made it very clear you’re not enjoying my company, babygirl, so what’s the point?  I’ll go find someone else to spend time with.”  

Jimin

“Fuck, that’s it baby,” Jimin groans from below you, one hand on your hip, the other pushing back his hair from his glistening forehead, his fingers twisted in it, “You look so good riding my dick.”  You smile indulgently down at the boy beneath you, your hands planted steadfastly on his stomach as you slowly circle your hips, rocking back and forth on the length of him, holding back a groan at the feel of him twitching inside you.

You’re glad you’re on top; it makes it a little easier to control yourself and keep yourself quiet.  You’re not usually, not by any means, but Jimin had been so absolutely insistent on your absolute silence the last time that it’s left you feeling a little bratty about it, eager to get your own back.  He usually loves to hear you come apart - when the rest of the group aren’t around, that is - so he won’t be too impressed once he realises what you’re up to.  

He sits up abruptly when you start to slow down even further, obviously attempting to assume control even from underneath.  He grabs handfuls of your ass and starts pushing up into you, his thighs flexing on either side of you as he pants with the effort.  

“C’mon, baby, let me hear you,” he groans, nipping at the tender flesh of your neck.  He’s making it increasingly difficult, you have to admit. “Let me hear those pretty little moans.”  

“I thought you wanted me to be quiet,” you say slyly, smiling and biting your bottom lip when he still and looks up at you, realisation dawning in his eyes.  You watch as they narrow, his sumptuous lips twisting into a smirk, and when he raises an eyebrow at you you suddenly realise that you might be biting off more than you can chew.  

Suddenly, Jimin shoves you backward and off of him, sprawling you out on the bed.  He roughly pushes open your thighs so he can mount you, guiding the swollen head of his cock into your heat before thrusting quickly all of the way inside.

“I guess I’ll just have to fuck you harder then, hm?”  he bites out as he fucks you into the mattress, the sound of your bodies slapping together filling the room in the absence of your moans, “Let’s see you try to keep quiet now.”

Taehyung

You’d gone into this with the intention to make a point but… honestly?  Right now, it seems like it’s backfiring on you.  

The last time you’d had sex it’d been in the middle of the night in Taehyung’s bed with Namjoon fast asleep over the other side of the room, and admittedly, you’d struggled to keep yourself quiet.  Namjoon had ended up waking up, and Tae had teased your mercilessly about it for days afterwards, so this time around you wanted to prove you could keep quiet, even if it’s not necessarily required.  

You’ve been doing a really good job of it, too; silent throughout all of the foreplay, silent when he’d gone down on you, silent even as he’d eased himself into you and you’d felt that wonderful stretch and burn that Taehyung’s generous girth always gives you on the first push.  It’s all very well and good doing well, though, when it seems like your boyfriend doesn’t even notice.  

He’s going completely on about his business as if you’re acting completely as normal, making all the same moves and all the same noises, having a jolly old time as you lie there getting slowly more and more pissed off at him for being so wrapped up in his own pleasure that your silence has completely slipped his attention.   You’re so annoyed now that it’s not even hard to keep quiet - you’re not enjoying it enough to want to make any noise.  

“Ohh, yes,” Tae groans in his low, dulcet tones, his breath blowing hot in your ear.  He’s got his hands hooked over your shoulders, rolling his body into yours, dragging his cock in and out of you at a pace that’d usually have you quivering underneath him.  “Mm, jagiya, you’re gonna make me cum.”  

You’re fairly certain you’ve got nothing to do with it, actually, unable to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at the ceiling even as you feel him growing harder inside you.  Taehyung’s thrusts grow sloppy, his fingers digging into you as he moans sinfully, his cock pulsing inside you as he reaches his release, and when he rolls off of off your body he’s smiling his usual boxy grin and panting hard, covered with sweat from head to toe.  

It takes him a good thirty seconds or so to finally feel the anger that’s rolling off of you in waves.  He tilts his head to the side to look at you, cheek resting on the pillow, but when he sees the way you’re glaring the grin is quickly wiped from face, his eyes opening up wide.  He is in so much trouble.

“Uh… what’s up, Jagi?”

Jungkook

You fix your eyes on the ceiling, repeating in your head over and over again that you must keep quiet.  No matter how good it feels, no matter what Jungkook is doing down there, you’ve got to keep your mouth shut.  If you don’t you’re sure he’ll only make fun of you, and honestly you’re not sure you could endure the shame of that again.  

You’re sure he’d only meant it playfully, teasingly, simulating your enthusiastic moans of pleasure in front of his hyungs.  He was probably only meaning to impress them, and he has always enjoyed winding you up, but he’d seemed oblivious on that occasion to how much it’d actually upset you.  Not that you’d made it obvious that it had; you’d laughed along as hard as the rest of them, excusing yourself to shed some tears in the bathroom before Jungkook had had chance to see you cry.

So you’ve got to stay silent this time.  You don’t want to give him any more ammunition than absolutely necessary, but it is hard not to let a moan slip when the kisses that’d been trailing up along the inside of your thighs turn into kisses against your swollen clit.  

“Mm, you’re so wet,” Jungkook tells you appreciatively, running his fingertips slowly through your folds, up and down.  He flicks out the tip of his tongue to tease your clit as he starts to dip his fingers inside shallowly, teasing you until he feels your legs start to shake on either side of him and then slipping two fingers fully inside, curling them towards your g-spot.  

It’s only your lack of audible reaction to that particular action that makes Jungkook realise something must be wrong.  He peeks up at you past your pubic bone, still easing his fingers in and out of you, although gentler than before.  

“You’re really…” Jungkook trails off, glancing away for a second and then looking back with a pink blush blossoming on each of his cheeks, “Am I not doing it right?”

Despite how upset with him you’d been before you feel yourself melting in the face of Jungkook’s insecurity, your whole body relaxing into the bed as you open up your arms and beckon him towards you.  

“No, baby, no it’s not that, c’mere,” you say softly.   Jungkook withdraws his fingers from you and climbs upward, lying himself on top of you and nuzzling into your neck, kissing it softly as you fold him in your arms, stroking his hair.  “You just… you really upset me when you made fun of… y’know, how I sound.”  Your words are mumbled into his temple, but as soon as he hears them Jungkook pulls away from your neck to look down at you with wide, worried eyes.

“I was only playing, Jagiya, I promise!” he tells you, and you can hear the sincerity ringing through in the young man’s heightened tone of voice.  “I really… really like the way you moan…” His blush gets deeper as he looks away, worrying his bottom lip.  “Especially knowing it’s me who’s making sound that way.”  You take hold of his chin, unable to keep yourself from smiling as you turn his head back round to face you, loving the innocence and naivety you see in his expression.  

“Why don’t you make it up to me then, baby?”    

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- Steph ♡♡

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Free The Animal

Word Count: 6k Genre: Smut, Angst (will I ever stop being emo?) Author’s Note: You ever forget that you’re a fanfic writer then you write a fic so bad you remember how much of a hack you are? Yeah welcome to my fic :’D dom!jungkook- fuckboi!jungkook- fuckbuddy relationship- dirty talk- thigh riding mention because damn even I am not immune to his thighs- inspired by Sia’s song and part of the song drabble game. You can find links to the rest of them on my masterlist

Loving You To Death (Sequel) There he was with his hands up some girl’s skirt, grinding on her like he was trying to fuck her through their clothes, the fucking pig. You huff and turn to your friend who gives you an exasperated look, “___, just go and grab him by the dick and tell him he can’t fucking do that.”

“He can do whatever the fuck he wants to do, even if that is a bleach blonde bitch with a tan that makes her look like an Oompa Loompa.” That was pretty low, you admit. It wasn’t the girl’s fault that Jungkook had chosen her for the night. But seriously, there was a limit to tanning, this was just harmful to the eyes.

“No, he can’t because you’re together.” Your friend, Hwasa, sounds pretty fed up with you.

“No, we’re not. We’re just fuck buddies and we agreed that we’re not exclusive right from the start.” Why wasn’t she understanding this? You’d explained it to her a thousand times.

“I don’t care what bullshit you told each other. All I care about is what I see, and that is two idiots constantly doing all they can to piss each other off because they can’t communicate like adults.”

“What are you even talking about? Jungkook is not trying to piss me off. He’s just being himself. Which is admittedly annoying in and of itself but you know…”

“Then why did he do nothing the past three days but play video games while you were off galavanting with Jin, only to start making out with some girl the minute you make an appearance?”

“He did?” You asked surprised, only to check yourself back and shrug it off. “I don’t know, he must have just not felt like it.”

“Oh my god, save me from these two idiots.” Hwasa cries then takes you by the shoulder and starts shaking you, “He’s fucking jealous because you took Jin to meet your family and not him so he’s trying to piss you off. Why? Because he likes you. And you’re pissed off. Why? Because you like him. Now can you get that through your thick skull or do I have to beat it into you?”

Man, you’ve never seen the normally so cool and chic girl lose her temper like that. “He likes me?” You ask slowly, and she nods.

“And I like him?” You point a finger to yourself, enunciating every word like you were speaking to someone who didn’t understand your language.

“Fucking yes!”

You look towards Jungkook and for a second the unrecognizable source of your anger with him rears its ugly head and it looked an awful lot like jealousy… No, that’s not possible. You’re just too easily persuaded with Hwasa’s strong conviction under the influence of the alcohol. The only emotion you felt towards the tall arrogant asshole that could be described as loving is loving to hate him. “Don’t be ridiculous.” You dismiss her. “I know how I feel towards Jungkook and that’s pure and unadulterated annoyance, nothing more.”

“Then why don’t you break up with him?”

“What?”

“If he really does nothing more than annoy you then why don’t you break up with him and save yourself the trouble?” She challenges, seeming pleased with herself.

“Because he’s fucking hot.” You say as if that’s common sense, completely ignoring her implication that you’re dating him in the first place.

“There are dozens of hot guys in this college, even hotter than him. Take Namjoon for example, he’s hot AND smart, and he knows how to treat a girl right. Not like that douchebag.”

“Yeah, Namjoon is pretty smokin’ but have you considered that I like fucking Jungkook because he’s an asshole? College fucking sucks and it’s too stressful for me. I need something to let the frustration out on and that’s Jungkook. He takes whatever I give him and I take his frustration too. It’s like a symbiotic relationship. Primitive attraction. I can’t find that in anyone else, and if I did he’d be just like Jungkook because that’s the entire premise.” You take a deep breath then continue, “And I don’t like him and he doesn’t like me, this is just a stupid thing to tide us over until college is over and we can find people we’ll actually want to treat right. God help whatever unlucky girl he ends up with.” You chuckle but Hwasa doesn’t share your amusement.

Eventually, she relents, “Fine, I just hope you know what you’re doing.”

“I am,” You assure her. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to go home. This place stinks and I’m all sweaty, and the view doesn’t exactly inspire my lunch to stay inside my stomach.” You look pointedly towards Jungkook who you find looking back at you smugly. You roll your eyes at him then turn back towards your friend. “I’ll go take a shower and sleep.”

You step out of the shower, ready to put on your comfiest PJs and make a cocoon for yourself out of your cozy covers, when you’re met with the sight of Jungkook sitting on your bed, and tapping his foot impatiently.

Once he sees you, he gets up and pins you against the back of the door you were still standing by with a hungry kiss. “You’re late.” He states.

“Huh?” You ask, still dazed by his sudden appearance and the intense kiss.

“You said you’ll come back after two days. You were gone for three.”

“Oh, that.” You furrow your eyebrows, wondering why he was asking you about that when you pressed up against him with just a towel covering your body.

“My mum was so charmed by Jin that she insisted we stay another day. I swear, that guy doesn’t know how to turn it down.” You laugh, oblivious to the glare on Jungkook’s face, “But oh well, at least she bought the whole spiel of him being you.”

When you’d started your fuckbuddy relationship with Jungkook, you weren’t careful about not mentioning him to your mum. So whenever she called you, you’d tell her you were doing this or that with Jungkook. You were spending such a huge amount of time with him –when you weren’t fucking, Jungkook could put on an okay impression of a decent human being, and he was pretty funny too– that your mum presumed he was your boyfriend.

You tried lying and saying that he’s just a friend but she wouldn’t have it so you ended up just agreeing that he was, in fact, your boyfriend. You just didn’t have the heart to tell your sweet, loving mum that Jungkook was just the dude who put his penis in her daughter on the daily, sometimes more than once.

It went fine until the holidays came around and your mother demanded that she finally meet this Jungkook who has been seeing her daughter for so long. Obviously, you never would, in a million years, let them meet. Jungkook was too crass and misbehaved. You didn’t want to give your mother a heart attack yet, so you convinced Jin, a dear friend of yours, to go in Jungkook’s place and pretend to be him. To which he so kindly agreed.

Jin was an instant hit at the family reunion. He was loved so much that he was invited to stay over for a longer time, which he again agreed to because Jin is an attention-loving whore and he’d never turn down an opportunity for people to praise him. You would have had to stay more if you didn’t chew Jin’s ear off and gave him a well-delivered punch to the gut. The following day, he suddenly remembered that your classes start early and he told your mum that you needed to leave. She was disappointed, more than she ever was when you were visiting alone, but she’ll live.

“I don’t know why he needed to pretend to be your boyfriend when I’m not.”

“You know why.” You glare at him.

“Because your lovely mother would drop dead if she knew the real nature of our relationship? If she knew the filthy things I do to you. The filthy things you beg me to do to you.” He smirks, grinding against you.

“Yes, that’s exactly why.” You moan, letting your head fall back against the door and enjoying the friction.

“You could’ve just taken me, you know. But I guess you wouldn’t have been able to be in the same room as me without begging me to finger you under the table.”  He trails kisses down your neck, harsh and painful, but all the more delicious.

“Perhaps. Or maybe you wouldn’t have been able to keep in your moans while I fucked you, making the entire house hear you telling me how my pussy is the tightest you’ve ever had and how much you can’t get enough of it.” You parrot back the words he told you the night before you left.

He groans, suddenly throwing off your towel and pressing a finger against your slit, “Brave words, little girl, but look how you’re already so wet for me.”

“And you’re telling me if I go down on my knees and unzip your overly tight jeans I won’t find your cock red and twitching?” You say through clenched teeth, doing exactly that and taking his pants and boxers off. Jungkook doesn’t disappoint, you find him already hard and ready.

“Well, as long as you’re down there why don’t you shut up and show me what that sharp mouth of yours was really made for? And don’t tease.” He warns, making short work of his shirt then throwing it away, leaving you both completely naked.

“Hmm, I don’t know. You completely ignored my texts earlier and chose to continue feeling up that blondie. Why should I give you what you want now?” You lightly trail your index finger up and down his length.

“You can’t expect me to drop everything I’m doing the second your highness decides to come back. You’re good, baby, but you’re not that good.” He grips his cock and circles the head of it around the shape of your lips, mesmerized by the way the softness of your lips give way underneath him. Your tongue peeks out and curls around his head, sucking on it and stopping his movement.  

You let his dick go out of your mouth with a pop that had him hunching over, his shadow engulfing you. “Is that why you were waiting so patiently for me a few minutes ago like a good boy?” His cocky smile falls and you smirk triumphantly, knowing you had him. “She must not have been any good at all to have you running back to me so soon. Are you losing your touch, Kookie?”

“Oh, but she was great baby. The most submissive little thing. She was prepared to do anything I wanted. She would’ve done anything to please me. But that’s boring. You know I like a challenge. I prefer your brand of submissiveness. It’s much more satisfying getting a stuck up and spoiled bitch like you to swallow her pride and beg for my dick. I love breaking you down, baby.” Jungkook finishes you off cleanly. He always found a way to do that. “Now shut up and suck me off.”

He’s being entirely too cocky, but with a dick like that, he has every right to be. That doesn’t stop you from continuing to tease him though, knowing that soon enough he’d take the lead anyway and he never goes soft on you. You use your tongue to follow all the lines on his dick, paying special attention to the groove separating the head from the shaft, never once taking him in your mouth like he wants you to.

“You really want to be punished today, don’t you?” He tugs harshly on your hair, pulling your head back and using his other hand to slap his cock against your cheek a few times. “Answer me.”

“Yes, sir, punish me real good.” You say it tauntingly, but it gets to him anyway, and he handles you even more roughly to show you he deserves the title.

“Open up your mouth and don’t you dare close it until I’m done using it. I don’t care if you have to breathe or if you’re fucking choking, you’ll take it like the good girl you are. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.” You rush to say, pushing your tongue out to get him to fuck your mouth already. That doesn’t please him and he gives another harsh tug on your hair that makes tears sting your eyes, “At least try to pretend you’re not such a slut.” He sneers, but you know he loves it.

You pull your tongue back into your mouth and give him your biggest puppy eyes, and finally, finally, he pushes his cock inside, sticking to shallow staccato thrusts that hit the back of your throat for just a split second each time. You had missed the weight of him on your tongue so you close your eyes and moan around him, like the girls in those over the top chocolate commercials,  except unlike them, you weren’t exaggerating your pleasure.

But your moan soon turns to multiple impatient ones when Jungkook keeps up his shallow, sparse thrusts. “What is it? Does baby girl want more?”

You moan out a yes, not daring nor wanting to pull your mouth off of him in order to vocalize your need better. “Do you think you deserve it? Lying to me and being gone for so long? How do you think I’m supposed to take care of my needs when my little cum bitch isn’t around?”

You thought the question was rhetorical so just give him another pleading moan but he takes his cock out of your mouth and says, “Answer me.”

“Uh…fuck other g-girls?” Was that the right answer? You weren’t sure what he wanted you to say, and you didn’t know why your own answer annoyed you so much.

“I could have, but where would I find someone like you?” You feel yourself involuntarily smiling, but then he continues, “I don’t think I’ve ever met a girl as perverted as you, or nearly as sex-crazed. You let me do things to you I only imagined. That’s you, ready to be fucked whenever and wherever I want.” He praises, or at least that’s what you think he intended with the double edged words.

“There are some seriously fucked up girls out there, and they all would throw themselves into my bed ass first if I so much as lifted a finger in their direction, but I don’t know if they’d ever compare to you.” He caresses your cheek and looks down at you in a mock loving way, and for some reason that makes you feel a little bit sick.

Slapping his hand away, you snap. “Why don’t you break up with me and find out then?”

You don’t know why you were so upset over his words. You don’t mind dirty talk at all, in fact, you loved it. He could always make you wet with just a few words from him, but why did he have to keep bragging about other girls like a peacock brandishing his tail? You already knew all of this but so what? You could have any guy you wanted too.

Like you did earlier this night, he completely brushes over the dating part and simply shrugs, “Too much work.”

Finally, he shuts up and thrusts back into you, this time deep enough to make you choke. Normally you’d do better than that but slight interruption put you off guard, but you quickly get back into it.

You were always hyper aware of Jungkook’s dick whenever you deep throated him. You felt every little twitch it made and tasted even the slightest bit of precum that it produced so you knew just what to do to make it feel exponentially better for him. You swallowed around him when you felt it would affect him the most and used your tongue when he needed it.

Jungkook wasn’t frugal with the sounds he made, letting out moans and grunts each time you did something he particularly liked, praising you for being so good for him. “Shit, I fucking love your mouth baby.” He wraps a hand loosely around your throat, feeling the bulge inside it every time his cock slides in. “I love hearing you gag around my cock. Such a good little slut, taking it all for me.”

He never was the gentlest lover but you thought that he was going extra hard today. Each time he bottomed out, he would stay a second with his lower abdomen pressed against your nose, as if he was purposefully trying to make you lose your breath so he’d punish you more.

But you were too horny for whatever he had in mind and you were in no mood for any further strange questions from him so you set your mind to making him bow out before you did. Trailing a hand between his spread legs, you press your thumb against the area between his balls and his asshole and rubbed him there just the way you knew he liked.

The effect on him is instant, he lets out a growl and starts assaulting your mouth with his thrusts for a few seconds, the saliva that drooled down your chin making long strings between your mouth and his abdomen every time he tugged your head back, before breaking altogether when he tears himself away from you. He doesn’t give you time to regain your breath before the hand around your throat tightens drastically, preventing you from sucking in the much-needed air, “Did I tell you you can do that?”

“No,” You whimper, the tears that have been stinging your eyes for some time finally break free and start falling in streams down your cheeks. You claw at his hand but it’s no use. He was too strong for you. He wasn’t trying to kill you, he still allowed you enough air to stay alive but not enough to stop the burning in your lungs.

“Then why did you do it?”  

“I’m…sorry… sir.” You squeak out the words separately. The sentence too large to come out fully through your tight airways.

He turns around and flings you onto the bed. “Are you going to follow orders or do I have to get out the whips and shackles.”

You shudder at that. Jungkook didn’t much like using toys. He preferred to use his own body. He said it made him feel everything more intensely, but he wasn’t against using them when he really needed to, and you never want to make him need to.

“No, sir, I’ll be good, sir. Forgive me.” You use the back of your hand to wipe your mouth clean and look down demurely.

“Lie down and spread your legs.”

You follow his orders instantly, spreading your legs as far as they’ll go but apparently that wasn’t enough for him because he forcefully spreads them just a little wider, making it a little painful. A fact you know wasn’t lost on him.

The soft way he kisses your inner thighs may seem like an attempt to lessen the pain to anyone looking on but you know he was only doing it to torture you more, especially that he can definitely see and smell how aroused you were.

When he moves his lips to your pussy, things don’t get any better. He kisses and licks between your legs like it was a cone of ice cream, the objective was to capture any escaping juice and not to bring you any pleasure.

You’re left with nothing to do than to repeat your earlier pleads of sorrow, hoping he’d take pity on you and start eating you out properly, but he never does. It’s stupid of you to think that taking matters into your hand and touching your breasts to give you some sort of relief would go unnoticed because even if Jungkook had his eyes closed, he was still so acutely aware of your sounds that he noticed the difference your touches made.

You’re not given a second to process things before he’s flipped you on your stomach, quickly grabbing a scarf that was thrown haphazardly on the floor to tie your hands to the metal bars of the headboard.

“You don’t even deserve something this soft. I’d rather have your wrists in shackles that would dig red bloody lines into your skin to teach you the consequences of being such a bad girl. But that can wait for now.” He grits out.

You should have anticipated the first blow that hit your ass, and yet you didn’t. You never do. Jungkook’s hands, those large sexy hands that you love so much are the same ones now torturing you. He doesn’t hold back, fully intending to make you cry again and beg for his forgiveness.

You try to hold back, knowing that if you stop him now, the frustration he was hitting you with would only be transferred to his fucking, and you were sure your pussy couldn’t take the abuse. You’re not sure how many times he’s hit you already, alternating between hitting the same spots to intensify the pain and finding new spots to spread it.

Maybe you had braved out thirty counts, maybe your knees gave out after five, but give out they did, and you were sobbing for him to stop every time he hooked a hand under your waist and pulled your ass up to strike you again.

“I’m so sorry… I’ll never be bad again… I’ll listen to everything you tell me to do… I’ll let you fuck me in front of the whole college if you want… just please sir, my ass can’t take any more.” You sob hysterically, fully ready to follow through on every word just to make him stop but he still doesn’t.

“Jungkookie, p-please.” You say the magic word and he stops. You don’t know what is it about the simple nickname that he loves so much, but you’ve come to realize that you can use it whenever things get too intense to make him calm down, during sex or even in real life. You had a safe word, sure, but despite the pain, things weren’t yet too much for you to make you say it. You were just so turned on from the spanking and the teasing that you couldn’t take anymore.

“Should I go and leave you like this? In tears yet so horny you’d ride my thigh to get off if I told you to do it.” You blush, despite the hundred humiliating things Jungkook got you to do for him when he got you horny enough, that would still be one of the most embarrassing ones.

You’d been so turned on one day from Jungkook’s endless teasing but unfortunately for you, you were in a movie theatre watching some superhero flick with some friends from college so you couldn’t do anything about it. Or rather Jungkook didn’t want to do anything about it. Somehow through the course of the movie, you found yourself sitting on his lap, grinding yourself against his thigh to get any sort of friction when Jungkook had the bright idea that you use his thigh to get off. He assured you that it was perfectly fine and that you were seated far enough in the back and away from everyone even your friends, so no one would find out. You were too far gone to think it through enough, and you’d always found his thighs particularly sexy so you listened to him, especially after he promised you he’d let you take control that night if you did it.

Surprisingly it wasn’t hard to reach your orgasm. You had slipped your panties off, and the rough material of his jeans gave the perfect amount of friction over his steel thighs. He had talked you through it with a broken, raspy voice and words seemingly whispered to him by the devil. It was one of the best orgasms of your life, and you would have repeated the action countless times if it weren’t for what happened after the movie ended.  

You arousal had apparently left a big ass dark spot on his jeans, and when asked about it by your friends, he gave a casual reply that had you running back to your dorm in embarrassment and not showing your face to anyone for a week straight.

“Oh, that’s from ___. She couldn’t control herself so I let her use my thighs to get off.”

Everyone was stunned, except Taehyung who asked, “And did it work? Did you get off on his thighs?”

You didn’t know if he was saying that to embarrass you further or because he really wanted to know. You saw a hint of something dark in his eyes but you didn’t stick around long enough to find out what it was because you had run away after snapping back, “No, he was talking too much and I couldn’t properly focus on Tom Hiddleston and imagine it was his thigh like I was trying to do.”

That night was the origin of the persisting rumor that you two were an item. The one you constantly denied and that Jungkook kept confirming just to annoy you.

You were torn from your dark memories by the feel of Jungkook’s dick sliding back and forth along your entrance. “Are you ignoring me, baby girl? You sure you want to do that?” He threatens and your words stumble over themselves in a rush to get out of your mouth.

“No, sir, I would never! Please, please, fuck me, please. I wouldn’t be able to handle it if you left me like this. Please, sir.”

Jungkook relents, pushing all the way into you with one thrust. The bastard didn’t even prep you beforehand. Luckily, you were used to the abuse. Sometimes Jungkook would prep you extensively before fucking you, other times he did it like this. It was part of the punishment, and you’d learned to like it.

“Is there a problem, baby girl?” He feigns ignorance, noticing the tight clench you had around his dick.

You force yourself to relax, “No, sir.”

“Good.” He says and starts thrusting inside of you, thankfully increasing his pace gradually before it reaches its usual brutality. Then he gives you no reprieve.  

Why does he feel the need to fuck you so hard? You’re not some sex doll he can manhandle as he likes and if it breaks he could just get another one… or maybe you were. His thrusts against your bruised ass were powerful enough to push you forward, almost making you hit your head against the headboard if it weren’t for your palms acting as a makeshift cushion between you and the metal bars.

Oh yeah, he does it because it always leaves you a whimpering, moaning mess underneath him. “Ah, sir, is my pussy making you feel good? Am I being a good slut?”

You were kissing up to him, you knew that but you couldn’t take any more punishment. And maybe, just maybe, it turned you on as much as it did him.

“It’s fine.” He says curtly and you flush. Your pussy isn’t ‘fine’, it’s fucking great. How dare he?

You lower your chest further to make your ass become perter and give him the angle he likes, then you work your walls against him, simulating the wall they feel when you orgasm, knowing how much he loves it.

“Are you trying to cheat, baby?” He warns.

“No, sir, I’m just trying to make it up to you. I’ve been so bad today. You deserve so much better. Especially since I left you for so long with no way for you to get off while I ran off with another boy. I’ve been so selfish, haven’t I?” You coo.

Jungkook tightened his grip on your hips, hard enough to leave purple marks in the morning. “Yes, you have. Don’t do it again.”

“I won’t, sir. I just want to make you happy with me. Am I making you happy?”

“Yes, baby, yes.” Jungkook sounded close, his breath ragged and his voiced coming out deep and forced.

“So is my pussy still just 'fine’?” He could practically hear the pout in your question, and he chuckles, “No, baby, it’s fucking perfect. Best I ever had.”

“Thank you, sir.” You sigh, finally content and feeling your orgasm rapidly approaching. But Jungkook beats you to it, and the warmth of his seed inside you almost push you off the edge if he had only continued thrusting into you just a few more times but he didn’t.

“Whyyyy?” You whine, but Jungkook ignores you and flips you onto your back again, the scarf twisting tighter around your hands, and your red ass too sore to lie down comfortably. He puts two fingers inside of you and hooks them forwards. You moan with relief, thinking he’s going to finger you but instead he uses them to scoop his cum from inside of you and move it to your lips.

“Open up. I can’t eat you out when you’re so full of my cum.”

At the mention of him eating you out, you rush to clean his fingers. Sucking them into your mouth and using your tongue to get them squeaky clean. He repeats the same action until he’s made you swallow every little bit of his cum then he finally goes down on you.

He doesn’t tease this time, alternating between pushing down on your clit with his tongue and fucking you with it. “Sir, please, won’t you make me cum? I want you to make me cum.” You cry, turned on beyond belief. The pent up arousal starting to turn painful.

Thankfully, he obliges, using his thumb to flick your clits and focusing his mouth on your entrance, his tongue fucking in and out of you and his lips sucking on the margin of your opening.

You start convulsing with your orgasm, pulling with all your might on your bindings in order to run a hand through his locks and guide him to your clit, but he already knows what you want, moving his mouth to your clit to shower it with attention and guiding you through your orgasm.

“Thank you, sir, oh god, thank you.” You slump into a boneless heap. Only stirring when Jungkook leaves and comes back with a wet towel to clean you both up and unlaces the knot around your wrists. He watches you rubbing your wrists to return the blood flow to them before he gets up and begins putting on his clothes.

“No, stay.” You whine. “Look at my wrist, and my ass,” You turn around to show him the red inflamed skin, shaking you ass up at him, “The least you could do is cuddle up with me. I feel lonely.”

“Why should I care about that?” He sneers but quickly backs down when he sees you flinch.  

He sighs and throws away the pants he was going to put on, climbing into bed and facing you, “You’re more than a handful you know.” He wraps his arms around your waist and you squeeze one of your legs between his own.

You smile, “I know.”

But that smile fades as you see a question floating around in his eyes.

“What?” You ask with a little frown on your face. What was wrong now? Today was a long day and you just wanted to curl up into him and fall asleep.

He seems taken aback at the fact that you could apparently read him so easily but he just tells what’s on his mind, not bothering to attempt to lie. “You could’ve taken me, you know? I know how to behave when I need to.”

This again? Why was he so hung up on that? Could Hwasa have been telling you the truth this whole time? “Oh, so you would have said to my mum 'Now I see where ___ gets her good looks from.’ and shared your secret recipes with her?” You raise an eyebrow at him, smirking.

“Jin did that? Damn.” He laughs, “But yes, I could do that. It’s horribly cliche and pretentious but if that’s what your mum likes…” He uses a hand to play with your hair and you try your best to not look alarmed by it, not wanting him to stop, the soft caress of his fingers as it draws little circles on your scalp making your eyes flutter. It obviously wasn’t a big deal to him, just something he did without thinking so you didn’t need to think about it too much. But then again he’s never done this before…

You half-heartedly hit him in the chest, “Asshole! Fine, next time I’ll introduce you as my loving boyfriend. I’ll say your name is Jin since Jungkook is already taken. I’ll say I saw you one day and it was love at first sight. I was so smitten with you that I had to break up with Jin aka "Jungkook” because it wasn’t fair for him to stay when I loved another man so. My mum would fall even more in love with you than I am. We won’t get married despite our parents’ constant nagging because marriage is for losers who aren’t secure enough in their love lives but that’s not us. We won’t even have kids. We’ll just spend all the money we would’ve wasted on them to travel the world and live like motherfucking stars.“

You can’t say anymore because you were laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe, your face getting dangerously red. You take multiple deep breaths until you calm down then you speak again through the  remaining quiet giggles, "Can you imagine?”

You were obviously not taking any of this seriously but it seems like Jungkook had because his hand had gone still in your hair and when you look at him, ready to whine about him stopping, you find him wearing an unreadable look, “No, I can’t. It’s fucking stupid.” His tone is sharp enough to cut. He gets off the bed, collecting his clothes again and getting dressed.

You were shell-shocked. Why the fuck did he have to be such a dick all the time? You were just joking around but he couldn’t even let you have that little bit of fun… The horrifying part is, you find yourself not caring about that and instead feeling hurt over the fact that he found what you to be so stupid that he had to leave. That the slightest show of emotion from you was so revolting to him.

None of the things you said today were wise but your next ones might just be the worst. Maybe you’d look back on your life one day and decide that you were over-reacting, that what he said wasn’t so bad to garner such a dramatic response from you and that you were costing yourself a perfectly decent fuckbuddy over nothing. Or maybe you’d look back and clap yourself on the back for saying it. Maybe Hwasa was right. If Jungkook does nothing more than annoy and apparently hurt you, then why don’t you just break it off with him? Maybe it’s time to find someone who, well, would treat you like a human with feelings for starters.

“I don’t want to be your fuck buddy anymore.”

Jungkook froze, his whole body becoming tense. “Is this because of Jin?”

“I… what?” You ask, genuinely not understanding what that had to do with anything.

“You know what? Whatever. You’re starting to get too clingy anyway.” Jungkook doesn’t even look at you as he pulls on his shirt and slams the door behind him.

He leaves you behind to be consumed by the deafening silence that does nothing to buffer the screeching confusion of thoughts inside your head. All feelings and sensations seep out of your body. You feel yourself becoming numb, barely able to breathe, your ears ringing, and the light slowly leaving your eyes.

Author’s Note: I definitely accept criticism as well so knock yourself out 

[namjoonchronicles]

betrayal | nj

➤summary: You have led a pretty self-centred life all your adulthood, until Namjoon pinpoints what really matters--not just passion, but persistence. Your questionable morality and his blind faith isn't always the best combination, and yet, the past always catches up.

“Because you’ll watch me drown.” His answers brought a smile to your lips. Satisfying, simple minded and heavenly pleasing. He maybe in chains, but the only things he needs restraints on, are his mouth. Sitting on a metal stool, knees spread apart, his leather jeans are so tight, they look like a second skin. Sinful lips, sitting on that sinful face, his wrist bounded by metal cuffs, he was put to place, so wildly enraged on his throne. “Because you will be there smiling while I’m gasping for air. You’ll sit there on your pretty little ass, licking your lips, and intoxicate your head with the sound of me squirming, groaning… hissing in pain. I remember how you liked it…” He continued and wet his lips, his damp hair covering his eyes as he peered at you through his lashed, a bit slouched on the chair, like a bad boy he is. You placed a gun on the table with its nozzle pointed at him, grinning as you circled around the table. He wasn’t wrong there. Swinging your legs over his lap, you straddled him and yank his hair so he had his head tilted back, he grunted and then broke into laughter. “Why do you always make me feel like an evil bitch? I’m actually very nice.” You whispered to his neck, your breath fanning against his sweaty skin. It was hard not to enjoy the feeling of him being rather helpless in this position, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he struggles to breath, and his veins began to show themselves, popping and demanding to be seen. There’s something about being above Namjoon like this makes you feel so powerful. “The problem with people like you is that you don’t think about how your work affects others, and I don’t like having to come down here and get my hands dirty.” You yanked his hair back harder, until the wall echoed his grunts. You stood up and let your man take over. They spill ice cold water over his head, while you watch from the steel table. Crossing your ankles at the torture scene. The tiny scarce of ice, sliding next to your pretty heels so you kicked it away, while you hear Namjoon gasping. His body heat escaping, making tiny smoke enveloping his body. 

Namjoon is a private investigator, and you’re a lawyer. You both often clash in your line of work. For some God damn reason, you two always end up being on the opposite side of the court. This time, Namjoon have found out a secret worth a multi-million dollar blackmail and your client wants it gone. That tape shouldn’t have made it out of the safe, and yet Namjoon had his hands on them. And he is ready to use them to boom his client’s benefits. Water droplets flying everywhere as Namjoon shook his head violently. He sprayed the water out of his mouth. Unswayed by the weak torture, Namjoon came back to his senses to give out a hearty laugh. “Tell me where it is, damn it. I could do this all day, Namjoon.” From your voicr alone, Namjoon knows you were growing impatient. You just wanted to know where that damned tape is. Namjoon replied a sly grin, “…I can do you all day.” You grinded your jaws together as you narrowed your eyes at him. “Grill him. Hang him, I don’t care. Do whatever you want…Break him.” You ordered Hoseok as you marched out of the dungeon, climbing up a metal staircase. “If you kill me, you will never know where it is, baby!” Namjoon hoarse voice, piercing through the metal walls, as he is levitated by a cable, inch by inch, upside down on the ceiling. He is stripped off of his cloth by now, and your thugs began to strike his torso with metal baseball bat. They really grilled him. They immerse him in freezing water basin as long as he can withstand not breathing, before pulling him up again, to beat him, in a vicious circle of torment. His every groan went straight to your ear as you watch him through a tiny camera in your office, until you decide it was time to interrogate again. Your heels clicked on the dirty cemented floor, Namjoon’s face is still perfectly unbruised but his body was beaten black and blue. His eyes are wide as he shook his head to stay conscious. “Painful isn’t it?” Your voice drilled into his buzzing ear like a melody. Your men lowered him and placed him down on the cold floor, dripping wet, as he coughs violently, suffocated by the stuffed cloth in his mouth that you kindly took out. “Not as painful as being betrayed by someone you love.” Poison in his words, because you know exactly what he meant. With a wave of your hand, the thugs left the room and shut the door behind them to give you and Namjoon, some privacy. “Betrayed? Honey…I’m only doing what I’m paid to do. This is my job…” You exasperatedly explain with a little tinge of amusement in your voice. Being in pain certainly bring out the sentiments in Namjoon, it seems. “…You think you can torch information out of me through tortures? Baby, I’m a trained marine, I thought you know that.” Namjoon had the energy to scoff even after you’ve denied food for him for almost 48 hours now. “Did you forget?” He lulled his head, laying on the side, with his wrists still bounded. “Pain is my breakfast, lunch and dinner.” He chortled. Much to your dismay. How can he be so violently stubborn? All he had to do is reveal where it is, and we all come out alive. He rolled to his back, chest heaving up and down, his torso glistened under a sinful mixture of sweat and water. Your eyes can’t help but soften at the sight of him. The last thing you wanted to do is to hurt him this way. But he left you with no other choice. “I don’t want to kill you.” You flicker your eyes away. He stared down his defined pectoral muscles and grinned, letting out a short chuckle before tipping his eyes up at you, the way you remembered he liked to do. That look on his face had you gulping, nervously. “…You can’t kill someone who’s already dead.” Namjoon laced his words with venoms, struck your deepest wound with numerous blade by the way he stared with that smile that used to look so sweet, now it cuts you in every way possible. He was monstrously selfish with his actions. “Hand it over... personal matters aside. Hand the files over. And I’ll let you live.” He scoffed at you. “Of fucking course you would. Of fucking course you would fight on the side of money...” he shook his head as if he was a fool to actually thought you would change your virtue, “You’re always so money minded. Everything is money, money, money. Don’t you get bored? Is that why you were sleeping around with Seokjin?” Your breathing hitched and of course Namjoon caught it. He know he had strike gold and he dig in further. “Also, there was that guy named Wonshik too, wasn’t it? You dumped him after he got involve in that nasty money laundring scandal... guess it didn’t last long with anyone, did it?” He muffled a laughter and you winced at the thought of how Wonshik would twist your wrist when you didn’t get the deals he asked. And Seokjin had many other girls around him while he was with you so you two weren’t exactly together-together. It was a matter of faith. So you darted back at Namjoon, “You don’t know everything that’s going on in my life...” “I’m a private investigator. It’s a given.” Namjoon shot, finally feeling the bruises against his wrist, pulsating through his shin. “Making enough money to start sticking in your nose in my business for free, now ha?” You crossed your leg and pulled his waist up so you can cut the cables that has been bounding him. He had his ankles chained too so, he can’t run. His wrist aches but watching you fixing his position made him soften a bit. You had his hands bounded above his head now. “I like your hands so I don’t want them to get hurt.” You said, coming up with a sleazy excuse to touch him. Namjoon’s eyes bore in to your neck and chin as you raise his hand up and tighten the hold between the bound. “Since when do you give a shit.” He shot. “Since now.” You barked. “Then you should know that your client is a prick who cheats on his wife and deserve to be blackmailed for the shitty things he’s done to his homemaker. Not that you know anything about loyalty...” another slash through your soul from Namjoon. You placed each hand next to his ears and looked at him with unreadable set of eyes. He gazed up to you just as needy. “Why did you leave me?” He asked. You shifted to your bottom and hugged your knees, leaning your head against the metal table, staring down at him, then at the drywall. “We were going nowhere Namjoon. I heard rumours of you going around with random girls. During the training and shit. And there was nothing serious between us—“ “—nothing serious?? Don’t make me laugh.” He snorted, “I give away my virginity to you, don’t give me that bullshit.” You rested your chin on your knees, looking soft as ever. “I miss you sometimes. I miss your touch. I miss the way you tell me how your day went. I miss your hugs. Damn, I miss your hugs. They feel like home to me. A home I never had.” You reminisced, “But we were also young.” “You don’t remember do you? You came to my house, drunk.” Namjoon giggled. The pain is crippling his bone but he continued talking. “...you were God damn sexy. Your lipstick is smeared. Totally wasted. Your hair is just... everywhere but perfect in my eyes that night. It took everything in me not to pounce on you. Especially when you call my name that way...” He bit his lower lip and you hid your face in your folded arm. “I came to your house, drunk?” You couldn’t believe it. “Twice.” He said. “And then National Day happened.” He added. “Do you remember that?” How could you forget. You showed up unannounced on Namjoon’s doorstep, after he got out of a shower, shoved him to the nearest wall and tell him that you hated him for exposing an evidence that made you lose a case. “Fucking bastard,” you hissed in his face. Namjoon scoffed to the floor, hand rested on his hip as he processes the profanity you delivered to him with a slight amusement. The action made you boil so you leaned forward and push his chest, hard. Namjoon stumble back a few step. Namjoon didn’t want to hurt you so he muttered, “Stop.” But you marched to him, fueled with hate and shove him again. “I said. Don’t.” Namjoon warned, walking forward, towering over you until your back hit the wall behind you. He slammed his palm next to your shoulder and a picture frame hanging on the wall, fell to the ground from the impact, shattered. Namjoon’s eyes bore into you, as you wait for your impending death from the way he stared. Heat resonates from his body, but not enough to make you shrivel. If anything, you challenged him. He gulped at his own desires and how the anger that bubbles over, turned into an unexplainable lust. Your drunken kisses previously may have held him hostage for many lonely weeks that come, but tonight he’s sure he’s not letting you leave that door without a mark. So he plummeted into a heated kiss, capturing your lips with his very own, keen to feed his carnal desires and treat you the way he had been imagining, many times before. The most surprising thing was, you were responding... positively. He repelled for a quick second to breath, “Fuck. I thought you hate me.” You pulled his collar and bring him closer, “Learn to eat what’s served.” You growled back and Namjoon groaned as he pressed his hip on you, sandwiched between the wall and Namjoon’s delicious body. “Bed?” He asked between hungry kisses. He saw you nod desperately and stepped back to crouched down so he could have you over his shoulder and into the bedroom as agreed, and throw you on the bed. You woke up deathly sore, with hickey marks more than you could count. Along your inner thighs, your collarbones, and bite mark on your shoulders, Namjoon didn’t hold back, Namjoon didn’t control himself, at all. Taking the chance of him being in the shower, you put on your clothes in a hurry, scattered around the room and left nothing behind for him. Namjoon knew that you left. And in his mind, he knows that he is foolish for being in love with one girl and one girl alone. It hurts him to a certain degree. He felt so used. But he liked it? Namjoon saw your eyes flicker as you shut down that memory with a blink of an eye. He was hopeful, foolishly hopeful for things between you two to change, tell you that he wants you and only you, make you feel loved the way that you should be loved, take away whatever pain you’re going through because he knows the you that he is watching right now is not the old you. The old you was vibrant, puts everyone first before yourself, easy to love and speaks her mind. Not this guarded, money minded monster who throws away genuine love for the fun of it. Namjoon was the only person who could bring out that old part of you, but unfortunately, you grew tired of being kind and nice that you cover yourself up with false strength and fortress. “Is there something on my jaw?” He suddenly asked. And you looked, drawing your face closer to his to take a better look. “No, why?” You asked, squinting your eyes when he said to look harder. So you straddled him to have more balance and Namjoon took you between his arm. Eventhough bounded at the wrist, he can circle your neck and glide his hand down your spine. “Namjoon stop it. I’m not playing.” You scolded him and he shot, “Kiss me.” You squirmed but he was stronger than you so you didn’t even budge. Your shirt revealed a bit of your bare skin that it came in contact with Namjoon’s very own. “I’m giving you what you want,” he snickered. You blinked slowly at him. He could be lying but, he could be telling the truth too. You hesitantly lowered your face to his but stop midway, so Namjoon raised his head from the floor to capture your lips with his once more, furrowing his brows at the familiar addicting taste of you that he had been so deprived of. He was sucking the oxygen from you and you struggled to keep the kiss going when he glide his tongue over your lower lips. You patted his chest so he’ll stop because you were out of breath but Namjoon—a trained marine army, can hold his breath longer than any average human. Suddenly you felt something in your mouth passed over by Namjoon’s tongue through the liplock. You had to force yourself away because it seemed like he could go on for another minute or two. You panted for air and put your fingers in your mouth to take out a chip. Namjoon’s chest was heaving from the adrenaline rush, and his face turned soft from the uprisen serotonin level in his blood from the kissing, he exasperatedly say, and grinning, “I trust you to do what you think is right.” You stared at the chip and realized, “You could have chewed it down and swallow it. Why didn’t you?” Namjoon smiled and shake his head. His dimples showing. “To see what you’ll do.” He easily answered. And you took a second to think. “What’s inside?” You asked. “A D-class pornography starring and directed by your client.” Namjoon passed. “Could potentially ruin his reputation to ashes. Child of God as he calls himself, thrown into the pits of hell.” Namjoon added. You weighed over the pros and cons and you tutted your tongue. “And if I return this chip to its owner...what will you do?” You smirked at Namjoon, who was laying on his back on the floor, shirtless. Shackles around his ankles, ropes around his wrist. “I will continue to pester your life with my annoying ass.” He shot. “And if I destroy them?” He rolled his hip upwards, earning a gasp from you. “I will continue to pester you on your bedsheets with my talented tongue...” he bit his lip right after. “I didn’t cheat on you... Seokjin played around with girls a lot. And Wonshik threatened me with my college fees. It was nothing serious with Seokjin. And Wonshik made me feel like trash...” you confessed. Lighting up a lighter, you used a clip to hold the chip and have it burn while the camera captured them. Namjoon’s eyes twinkled, wryly. Your clients will throw a fit but at least the source of blackmail items is diminished. And no extra copies is being made. Your client is safe. But. That is if. Namjoon is telling the truth. Question is, is he?

[veronicaosoria]

mercy pt 4

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader/Jimin

Length: 4.2k words

Summary: You knew the relationship was falling apart, you just couldn’t accept it. 

Part One Part Two Part Three

Even in the end if you’re with me, I’m okay..

When people say sometimes time is all you need, they're most likely right. I always ignored those who told me countless of times that all I needed to be happy again was time. But although I wasn't quite healed yet, I felt myself getting there. It had been almost two months since that night. Two months since it took everything in me to snap, to let out all the anger and desperation I had bottled up inside me. I went home that night crying, completely destroyed and for days after that I fought against answering their calls and no matter how badly I wanted to crawl back, I used up the tiny bit of strength I had in me to just ignore. Even when one of them would show up knocking on my door, I would quietly sit on the other side waiting until they would eventually leave. To my surprise however, it was Yoongi who constantly called and the one who showed up at my house more than I expected. Since I had blocked his number he would leave a note on my door letting me know he dropped by which always seemed to make my heart flutter but regardless I decided to delete all my social media pages wiping my phone from more chances of possibly giving in.

Yes, it was nice to finally have the guts to do everything in my power to avoid the constant mixed signals and pain I was putting myself through, but to say I was happy was clearly a lie. I found myself sleeping too much or sleeping too little, eating more than usual or eating just enough to make it through the day, and crying endlessly or not shedding a single tear. My moods constantly shifted and I had no idea how to control it, and my body was just exhausted. I lost count of the number of days I’ve spent with my back against the wall trying to figure out where exactly things went wrong. If I had just done things differently I wouldn’t be sitting alone in my apartment everyday wondering of what could've been.

But then even if things still fell apart with Yoongi, why can't I let go?

Why can't he let go?

Is it because deep down inside we both know there's still something there? Something that's keeping both of us from doing what we should've done months ago, and it gets me thinking that maybe just maybe our time isn't quite done yet.

And I'm tired of fighting it..

“How much did you pack Y/N?” Namjoon groaned struggling to put my overfilled luggage in the trunk, “I swear you put rocks in here or something.”

“I just wanted to make sure I packed enough!” I shot back rolling my eyes at him, “and you haven't even told me where we're going yet so I had no idea on what to pack.”

“After all these years you never learned how to be patient,” he mumbled dramatically wiping away the non apparent sweat from his face, “It’s a surprise.”

I sighed and began marching away, “it's just my birthday Joon I told you I didn't want to do anything crazy.”

“You deserve this Y/N, you actually deserve a lot more.”

“I really don't..” I whispered to myself getting in the car.

Although my birthday was only a day away, I wasn't necessarily excited. I was at a weird place in my life where I wasn't exactly happy, so “big” things like my birthday didn't seem to phase me as much as I thought. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate Namjoon so much for taking me on some unknown adventure this weekend. But to say I was excited was a lie and it just sucks.

It sucks because I'm still at a point where I still blame myself for every bad thing that happened lately. Every choice that I made has led me to here- unhappy.

And I hate that I'm not happy. I hate that everyone else has the power to change my moods in an instant, and I hate the fact that I let myself get to the point where I cannot make myself happy.

And maybe that's where I fucked up.

“Earth to Y/N!” I heard Namjoon say as he playfully nudged me, “We’re here sleepyhead.”

I groaned ignoring him moving my body to the other side of the car. “Let me sleep a little more alright?”

As uncomfortable as the car was I was more tired to even care at this point. I shuffled my body trying to find a decent spot to relax my body in and continued to doze off, although I slept pretty much the whole car ride I was still really exhausted.

Right, that’s another thing. Even on the days where I spent my time doing literally nothing, I still felt like I worked an eight hour shift AND ran a marathon on top of it. Which honestly confused me, because I did the bare minimum lately.

“Don’t you at least want to see the how clear the water is?” Namjoon asked unbuckling my seat belt, “I don’t want you all down this weekend.”

I grunted finally opening my eyes, “YA I’m up, and by the way I am NOT acting down-”

And that’s when I saw where we were and to say that I was shocked was an understatement, because not only was I shocked, I was speechless. I was met with the sight of a two-story beach house that had balconies on every corner and windows covering every inch of the building, the house was painted a light blue almost camouflaging the sky and sitting behind it was what I consider the best place in the world- the beach.

“Ooh my gosh,” I whispered shutting the car door next to me. I glanced over at Namjoon who was grinning at me and I ran over to give him a hug. “This is amazing!”

“Do you know how bad I’ve been waiting to see that smile of yours?” He said leading the way to the front door, “I know how much you love the beach Y/N, that’s why I rented this house out.”

“What! You didn’t need to do that Joon even just a day at the beach would’ve been enough.” I hissed grabbing his arm, “Take it back!”

He chuckled rolling his eyes at me, “I can’t really pick the house up can I?”

I glared at him crossing my arms over my body and tapping my foot impatiently on the ground, he imitated me and soon enough we found ourselves in a unspoken staring contest.

“You never win at these Joon why are you even trying to battle me?” I confidently said with a smirk plastered on my face.

“Oh really?” He asked raising his brow at me, “We'll see about that.”

Long story short, I ended up losing the game I was so confident about and for the rest of the day Namjoon joked about it only to have me throw a childish fit leading him to “confess” he cheated. Although I knew he won fair and square, it made me really happy seeing how effortlessly he put others first even if it was something as simple as this.

Namjoon had something about him that made him so special. He had a natural way with words and seemed to always know the best things to say and it just makes me happy. It makes me happy because I knew how lucky I was that he was in my life and no matter how much I managed to make horrible decisions for myself, he still remained by side trying to put me back together. Now thinking back, I realized how much crap he put up with, and how often I’d take him for granted, and god it just kills me. It kills me because one day he can get up and decide he’s done being my friend, and I hate thinking that because I was absolutely terrified of losing him.

The sound of the waves crashing against the sand interrupted my thoughts and I was brought back to the view in front of me, the smell of wet sand and water instantly hit my face and the lack of people around me was soothing. If there was one thing I loved more than the beach, it definitely had to be an empty beach with my headphones plugged in. Namjoon was currently back at the house unpacking and I let him know I’d be out on a walk for no more than an hour in which he offered to tag along but then remembered how I preferred going on walks alone. I made a mental note to order some take out before I got back so he wouldn’t have to worry about dinner although I knew he’d scold me about how this supposed to be my birthday trip and I shouldn’t have. But why the hell not? How much has he done for me without a second thought? Namjoon was the person I looked up to for who knows how long, he was a selfless person with such a pure heart and I longed to be like him even though I knew I’d never be good enough. And to be honest, it’s about damn time I start appreciating him.

Before I knew it, it was the morning of my birthday. Which meant not only the weekend was coming to an end but also facing reality again came closer and closer. The trip however was amazing, Namjoon definitely did way more than he should’ve. Apart from renting out a beautiful house, he had our days planned out always making sure to leave time in between. We spent the day before staying in and watching cringey romantic movies all while stuffing our faces with more junk food than we should’ve, and even though he insisted on taking me out shopping at a nearby mall I kindly declined. However he made it clear that he had made dinner reservations to celebrate my birthday and that I had no excuse to refuse.

I grabbed my phone from the dresser checking the time and was surprised to see my phone had quite a bit of messages. My parents had each sent me a thoughtful birthday text letting me know they’ll give me a call later that day, I had a couple from my friends, and one from Yoongi.

My finger lingered over his name debating if I should open it or not then decided it would be best to ignore it for the time being. That however didn't last and I checked my phone around an hour later after I had finished getting washed up and ready for the day.

“Happy birthday babygirl.”

The feeling of my heart fluttering and sinking at the same time came over me and it took me quite a bit of time to process what I had just read. Those three simple yet taunting words repeated over and over again in my head. Exactly one year ago it would've been different, completely different and those three words would've had me over the moon.

But not today, because those three words had me anything but over the moon.

“Keep your eyes closed y/n.”

“Yoongi you know I don’t like surprises,” I mumbled reaching my hand out to find his arm, “And I hate being blindfolded.”

“Ahh now we both know that’s a lie sweetheart.” He chuckled and even though I couldn’t see his face I was almost certain he was smirking.

Mentally rolling my eyes I playfully shoved his shoulder, “You’re too much sometimes Yoongs.”

I felt the scarf around my eyes loosen and I was met with the sight of a table in the center of the rooftop covered in a white tablecloth and surrounded with newly lit candles. Two plates were neatly placed on both sides of the table along with silverware and wine glasses.

Y-Yoongi,” I gasped looking around in disbelief. I looked over at him and that’s when I noticed it.

Min Yoongi. He was standing inches away from me with his hands stuffed in his pockets glancing every now and then toward my direction.

Min Yoongi was all mine.

“Happy birthday babygirl.”

I let out a huge breath while stepping out of the car and Namjoon shut the car door behind me and we both walked up the stairs that led to the entrance of a rather fancy restaurant- too fancy for my liking. We made our way inside and while Namjoon began talking to the host about our dinner reservations, my mind began to wander off.

Although I knew Namjoon planned this trip for my birthday, it didn’t feel like it was only for that. Don’t get me wrong I appreciated everything he’s done for me and this did help me get my mind off of things. But I couldn’t help not look past the sympathetic looks Namjoon would shoot at me every now and then. Almost as if it was his mission to make sure I was having a good time, and to be honest it made me feel worse. It made me feel like I was fragile, like he was constantly walking on eggshells around me. It made me feel broken.

And I know it was far from his intention, and I know he’s only trying to help but I feel like I’m losing myself more and more each day. I’m scared if I don’t pull myself together soon, I’ll lose him too.

Just like I lost Yoongi.

And just like I lost Jimin.

“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be out this late crying.”

Park Jimin. He came into my life in the most unexpected way and damn sure made an impact on me. He was there during the lowest point of my life and he along with Namjoon comforted me through it all. Jimin was there when I needed him, and in return I took him for granted and shut him out. I checked my phone here and there hoping to see if maybe he had sent me text or gave me a call but neither of those came and I knew deep down I didn’t deserve either.

“Your server will be right with you.” The host cheerily said as we nodded and sat down. I threw my phone back in my purse a little harder than I meant too making Namjoon raise a brow at me, “you okay?”

Flustered I awkwardly laughed, “Yeah I’m fine.”

I looked away quickly and averted my eyes to the menu avoiding any further questions he was going to ask, “So anything catching your eye?” I ask referring to the menu, “I’m thinking of getting the chef’s special.”

“Oh really?” He questioned with a slight smile on his face, “The tomato and mushroom Mac and cheese?”

I felt my face burn up and my stomach grew queasy. Crap he’s on to me.

I didn’t even bother to check what exactly was the chef’s special and knowing my luck the main ingredient had to be something I was deathly allergic to- mushrooms. I knew at this point he was taunting me and knowing him he was planning on dragging this on until I gave up. I knew eventually he was going to ask what’s been on my mind, and I couldn’t fool him.

“E-Er right,” I mumbled barely audible turning the menu over. “Now thinking about it I might go for something else instead.”

“I heard the gourmet mushroom risotto was fantastic here,” He began, “Oh and the mushroom Florentine pasta-“

“Actually I’m not feeling anything with mushroom tonight, maybe I’ll go for something else.” I interrupted rolling my eyes.

Here we go.

“Yeah I figured you weren’t considering you can’t have mushrooms.” He teased without taking his eyes off the menu. I awkwardly laughed and was hoping he would drop it then and there but obviously he wasn’t gonna give up.

“You going to tell me what’s wrong?”

I let out a deep breath, “Nothi-“

“Please don’t say nothing”

Instead of finding the words to say I remained quiet and found myself chewing on my fingernails. The feeling of dread came over me and for the millionth time today I felt a sudden urge to disappear. I felt like the world was slowly closing in on me and all I could do was sit here and watch, and as much as I wanted to easily spill my heart out to him, I simply found it difficult to do so.

And I don’t know if it was the look on my face or the little I spoke, but Namjoon gave me a tight squeeze on my hand and didn’t ask anything more.

To my surprise dinner went on better than I expected, the conversation went on a brighter note and I was at ease again. The night was coming to an end and we both decided to head back to the house, I mentioned I wanted to go on a walk and Namjoon insisted on coming with me. It was the last night here and I wasn’t sure when I’d come back to the beach again so I wanted to take one last walk. We pulled into the driveway and once we were parked I walked up the to the front door to unlock it but just as I was about to put the keys in a bouquet of purple and coral tulips caught my attention.

“Ya you didn’t have too!” I squeaked putting the flowers up to my nose to smell them, “Thank you Joon.” I cheerily unlocked the front door and made my way straight to the kitchen to put them in a vase of water.

“Woah woah wait Y/N I didn’t get you those,” Namjoon muttered with a confused look on his face, “although I should’ve” I gave him a puzzled look almost as if I didn’t believe him but the bewildered look on his face proved otherwise.

“Then who was i-” I questioned putting my finger up to my chin. Namjoon swiftly walked up next to me putting his hand over my shoulder pulling out a card resting on the side of a flower and without saying a word he placed it in my hands.

“Happy birthday my Y/N- From J”

Jimin.

Later that night I found myself in a better mood, the stars seemed to shine brighter and the waves hitting the shore sounded more peaceful than I imagined. As we walked along the water, both Namjoon and I remained quiet. But it was a good kind of silence. The kind where neither of us needed to say anything because in that moment we knew that silence was comfortable, and to me that’s all I needed.

“Thank you Joon,” I spoke up looking over at him, “for everything.”

“Ahh we both know you shouldn’t have to thank me.”

“I honestly don’t know where I’d be without you.” I whispered with a slight frown on my face and I felt his body tense up next to me, “You’ve done a lot for me.”

He stayed quiet and I began to worry. I furrowed my brows, “Joon?”

“Hmm?”

“You okay? Did I do something wrong?” I blurted out. His eyes widened and he stopped walking, “No no of course not.” He assured pulling me in closer to him.

“Then what’s wrong?”

Again he was at lost for words and the longer he stayed silent the more my mind began to panic. “Namjoon..”

“I got a job offer,” His sudden words startled me and I pulled away from him giving him a weak shove. “YA you scared me,” I scolded, “Congratulations Joon, what kind of offer?”

“It’s producing contract.. High pay and I call the shots. Basically everything I can ask for. It was hard to say no.”

“Oh my goodness!” I shrieked, “Holy crap Nams you deserved this! Oh gosh we need to celebrate, why didn’t you tell me sooner-”

“It’s an amazing opportunity,” he muttered avoiding my eyes, “Just that.. It’s in Los Angeles.”

Oh.

Los Angeles as in thousands of miles away.

“That’s amazing Namjoon, I know you’ll do amazing things out there.” I felt a lump in the back of my throat and tears began to form.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

“I leave as soon as we get home.”

And with those words I crashed my body into his arms and held him tightly refusing to let go. My body grew weak and all I could think about in that moment were the endless memories we shared. From meeting in the school playground when we were seven years old, to riding our bikes through our old neighborhood, and to the greatest moment in our lives- our high school graduation. Growing up we never left each other's side and he vowed to always protect me no matter what. Although I knew he’d never break his promise, it felt horrible. He was my rock after all.

“You’re all I have left.” I choked out trying to control my never ending sobbing but it was no use once I heard the heartbreaking sobs coming from my best friend.

And in that moment all I wanted to do was disappear.

Fall soon came and the weather had turned chilly, I lit the candle in the center of my coffee table and threw my jacket over my sofa. I had gotten home from another draining day at work and was longing for a night of relaxing and catching up on TV shows I’ve missed. It had been a little over three weeks since Namjoon left and I was doing my best to get through his absence, although we always texted each other it was tough to know that I couldn’t be able to call him up to hang out. I knew deep down he felt guilty for leaving, but I constantly told him that I would never stop him from chasing his dreams. I assured him that I would visit him soon and that he didn’t have to worry too much about me, but we both knew he would anyway. Dropping him off at the airport was the hardest part though, because I found myself one step closer to begging him to stay and knowing his heart he would’ve. But I knew I couldn’t do that. Kim Namjoon was out living his dream and I couldn’t be more than proud of him.

It was around 11pm and I had just turned off the TV deciding to call it a night when I heard a knock on my door. I bit my lip and wondered if it was my neighbors coming over to complain about the TV being too loud- they were sensitive when it came to that so I wouldn’t be surprised. However much to my surprise it wasn’t any of the neighbors I was familiar with, it instead was someone who I least expected. He looked like he had barely slept and eyes bloodshot red, overall he was a complete mess.

“Y/N..”

Yoongi.

“Can you believe it’s been six months of being together?” I cheered giving him a small peck on the cheek. Yoongi smiled and returned the peck except this time on my lips.

“Imagine us in 20 years..” He trailed off, “Married, with kids, happy.”

“I want three kids babe, nothing more, nothing less.” I giggled as he rolled his eyes.

“I told you so many times y/n I want us to have 10 kids at least.”

“Oh no no no Yoongs no way!” I shrieked furiously shaking my head at him.

“I know one thing’s for sure..” He said cupping my face in his hands, “Hm and what is that?” I questioned.

“That I love you y/n.”

“I love you too Yoongi.”

“What are you doing here?” I asked trying to not to show any sign of emotion. I crossed my arms and patiently waited for his response, whatever the hell it was.

“Y/N.. I-I can’t eat, can’t sleep,” He stuttered running his hands through his pitch black hair, “holy fuck y/n I don’t know what the hell I did.”

“What do you mean?” I softly asked wondering what in the world possessed him to show up at my doorstep in this state.

“I thought I knew what I was doing y/n.. I thought that leaving you was the best choice. I fucked up… so bad. And I know I don’t deserve to even have you standing here listening to me but..” He grabbed my hands and held them tightly, “But I need you back.”

And I know I should’ve felt anger against him, I know I should’ve slammed the door in his face right then and there. But I didn’t.

“If you let me in I swear everything will be different this time.” I looked up at him and his face showed pure desperation and regret and I began to feel bad for him. Maybe because I’ve always known he didn’t want to hurt me as bad as he did, and when he saw how much he broke me it might’ve broke him too.

And in that moment I don’t know what came over me.

“Okay.”

And I let him in.

authors note: ahhhhh omg! Guys I am so incredibly sorry for disappearing for months, to be quite honest I needed a break and I was dealing with my own issues and it’s been difficult but I’m doing a lot better now. I hope you guys can understand :/ As of now I am back! I would also like to give a huge thank you to @jimin-of-bts for being there for me and giving me amazing and kind words during my break, thank you so much<3 

Part five of Mercy will be posted sometime next week due to exams and the never ending homework my professors love to give me :(

And also I hope you guys like it! :) 

[sevenkookiejars]

"We're in an exam study group and I just send you my nudes by accident oops" Minjoon

Pairing: MinJoon (Jimin x Namjoon)Prompt: “We’re in an exam study group and I just send you my nudes by accident oops” AU Rating: PGWord Count: 2,447A/N: *whispers* Minjoon is so precious ^~^ thank you anon for requesting and sorry I took forever with this (I hope you still get to read this)!! (P.S. Jimin’s doing the swearing on my behalf bc I swear that I don’t really swear at all irl – pun unintended) Enjoy!

Jimin’s phone vibrates once in his lap. He ignores it, working on the math problem he has in front of it. It vibrates again, then a series of vibrations start. Jimin curses under his breath, dropping his pen down to pick up his phone instead. 

There’s a flood of kakaotalk messages from Taehyung. 

[4:32PM TaeTae]im bored

chimchim

talk to me :( 

[4:33PM TaeTae] i hate math

save me

chimmm

why you ignoring me

chimmmmmmmmmmmmm

Jimin looks up and shoots a glare at Taehyung who’s sitting diagonally across from him at the table. Taehyung’s face lights up with a triumphant smile. 

[4:35PM Jimin]I’m trying to do my math problems, stop trying to distract me

Jabbing the home button, Jimin picks up his pen and goes back to staring at the same question that he’s been stuck on for nearly 20 minutes. There’s a reason Jimin’s here, stuck in study group past 4pm on a Friday afternoon rather than practicing his dance moves in the studio. 

Whoever deigned it necessary for a music student like him to take math in university should rethink their lives. How the hell is math even remotely needed in his degree? Something about holistic education and well-roundedness or some shitty excuse is what the deans will say but that’s honestly a ton of bullshit. Bullshit that has people like Jimin suffering because his midterms came back with an ugly 30/100 on the top and a “see me” post-it note tagged on the side. Taehyung had the nerve to laugh at him when he barely scraped a 33/100 on his. 

So here they are, stuck in a study group that’s supposed to coach them into passing finals. Jimin’s only here because the fear of having to retake the module and suffer another semester of math is real. 

His phone starts vibrating again. Jimin tsks under his breath, trying his best to ignore it, which is nearly impossible when his phone is basically wiggling its way dangerously close to his crotch. Stupid Taehyung and his non-existent attention span. Resigned, Jimin sighs and picks up his phone again. 

[4:37PM TaeTae]im still bored 

dont be mean chim

stop ignoring em

me*chimmmm lets go for tonkatsu later

i feel like treating myself after this torture

[4:38PM TaeTae]yah i know you can feel your phone 

if you keep ignoring me im gonna tell namjoon hyung you have the biggest crush on him 

i swear 

Jimin sucks in a breath. Dammit why did he ever let it out to Taehyung about Namjoon? He should have known that Taehyung would use it to blackmail him someday. 

Not that intoxicated Jimin had cared a week ago when he, in Taehyung’s words, “wailed for a solid hour about Namjoon hyung’s beautiful gaze and lips and body and everything”. And no, Jimin is still adamant that he couldn’t have been as pathetic as what Taehyung makes him out to be. It’s just a tiny crush okay, Jimin can appreciate good aesthetics and that’s not his fault.

[4:40PM Jimin] You wouldn’t actually do that

[4:40PM TaeTae] you talking to me ~\(≧▽≦)/~

so tonkatsu?? 

and if you ignore me i will 

[4:41PM Jimin] Whatever, Namjoon hyung won’t believe anything you say 

Do your work. I’m going to mute kakaotalk.

Satisfied, Jimin does exactly that. Taehyung can’t disturb him now and he can have the last 20 minutes of study group for math practice. Extra exam preparation questions that he has to hand in on Monday and still has no idea how to do. Jimin suddenly feels the urgency in his bones. 

Inherently, Jimin is someone who hates relying on others for help. It makes him feel somewhat worthless, inadequate in a way that leaves an unsettling feeling swirling in his gut. Which is why he’s debating hard whether or not to actually bring up his questions to their study group mentor now. 

The choice should be pretty obvious, because putting his pride down now is better than taking the walk of shame to the front of his tutorial class to meet the professor. It should be obvious, except that Namjoon is their study group mentor. Yeah, the very Namjoon that Jimin has a tiny crush on. 

Jimin bites his lip. It shouldn’t be a big deal really. Namjoon doesn’t even know he has a crush for god’s sake. Besides, Jimin’s pretty sure at least a fifth of the juniors in school have some sort of a crush on Namjoon. Namjoon who is tall, charming, smart and really nice and helpful to all juniors. Jimin probably needs his fingers and toes (maybe Taehyung’s too) to count the number of times he’s overheard whispered conversation and soft squeals over senior Kim Namjoon. 

But that said, the math problems are still leering at him. Forget about having any choice, Jimin doesn’t want to die of shame on Monday submitting a blank paper. Sighing, Jimin picks up his phone, turning on the camera app to take pictures of the questions he’s been stuck at. 

Namjoon has this system in study group, where they can send him pictures over WhatsApp of the questions they need help with so that he can look over the questions while helping the previous student. It’s somewhat like his own queue system that he’s implemented and it works. And yeah, it’s specifically WhatsApp, not KakaoTalk. Taehyung said and Jimin quotes “that Namjoon hyung is way too English-ified”. As if that really explains why Namjoon prefers an American chat app over a Korean one. 

Jimin opens Whatsapp and opens a fresh chat with Namjoon. His phone vibrates, banner on the top of his screen displaying WhatsApp notifications from none other than Taehyung. The first one reads “you really muted!!!!” and the second announces an attached photo. 

Rolling his eyes, Jimin decides to quickly attach the two photos of questions that he has to ask Namjoon before attending to Taehyung’s messages. He absently clicks the last two photos in his gallery and clicks send. 

Okay, now to entertain Taehyung while he waits for his turn with Namjoon. He’s about to exit the chat with Namjoon when something catches his attention. The first photo sent doesn’t have a plain white background. It’s definitely not his question paper. Jimin blinks, scrolling up so that the whole photo comes into view. 

“Fuck.” The girl sitting beside him shifts her gaze to glare at him but Jimin barely notices. “Fuck no no no, please don’t send. Oh god, please don’t." 

Jimin fumbles with his phone. The two grey ticks appear. Jimin collapses back in his seat with a small whimper. Opposite, Taehyung glances up in mild concern. 

This can’t be real. Maybe it’s just a bad dream, yeah? Maybe he’s getting so exhausted from math that he’s starting to hallucinate. It can’t be real, right? Jimin nearly jumps in his seat when his phone vibrates again in his hands. A banner notification from Taehyung that says ”what’s wrong chim“ and then ”you scaring me“. 

He’s still in the chat with Namjoon. Jimin swallows, throat dry. He blinks hard once, twice. The grey ticks are still there, mocking. Jimin wants to cry.

This is worse than any walk of shame to see his professor. Because right above his picture of his math problem is one of Jimin sitting in a tub, clothes trail on the bathroom floor as he hugs an empty soju bottle. Naked and drunk stupid. And if that isn’t bad enough, it’s most definitely Taehyung’s Snapchat capture because there’s a text banner that Taehyung’s kindly covered his exposed crotch with that reads "AWW LOVERBOY CRYING OVER JOONIE HYUNG”. Jimin doesn’t know if he’s supposed to be thankful for Taehyung salvaging the last bit of his dignity. 

Of course Jimin is that dumbass that never switched off the function on WhatsApp that automatically downloads media into his phone. Taehyung had told him once to switch it because “it downloads useless photos and takes up space”, to which Jimin had shrugged and muttered something about having 256GB to spare. 

And it’s here to bite him in the ass now. Taehyung was probably sending him proof of blackmail material he has of Jimin’s crush on Namjoon, which Jimin knows Taehyung will never actually use to blackmail him. Except he just had to send it before Jimin got about to sending his math questions and obviously Jimin is the idiot who doesn’t check what he’s sending and just clicks the latest pictures. 

The rest is history. History that has Jimin freaking out all over again. Taehyung’s flooding him with messages now, to which Jimin replies with a simple “fuck you” because he can’t take all the blame for his battered pride. 

Jimin’s back in his chat with Namjoon, math now forgotten, and still internally panicking when it happens. The grey ticks turn blue. It’s like everything comes to a standstill and Jimin stops breathing. Namjoon read the messages. Namjoon fucking saw the pictures. 

It’s like a slap of cold water to his face and Jimin sucks in a sharp breath. He needs to get out of here. Screw study group, he’ll ask for a transfer or just stop attending. He can’t face Namjoon, not now, not ever.

With shaking hands, Jimin grabs his bag, haphazardly stuffing his homework and stationery in. 

“Chim,” Taehyung hisses from across the table. Jimin ignores him. He doesn’t have enough focus outside of his panic to actually care. “Jimin, what’s happening?" 

Jimin zips his bag up and stands, setting his eyes on the door. He can feel a few curious stares and from the corner of his eye, he sees Taehyung standing to follow him. 

With his head down, Jimin makes a beeline for the door, making sure to shut it softly behind him so as not to make a scene. Hurrying down the corridor, Jimin feels dread curling like bile in his throat. 

As he rounds the corner, he hears hurried footsteps behind him. It’s probably Taehyung wanting to know what happened. Jimin doesn’t really want to talk about it. The magnitude of the whole situation is catching up with him and all he wants to do is curl up in a corner and drown in self pity. 

The footsteps close in, coming to a halt behind him. "Jimin-ssi." 

It isn’t Taehyung. Jimin’s breath hitches. Namjoon hyung. 

There’s a hand on his shoulder and Jimin turns out of reflex. Their gazes meet and Jimin immediately drops his, shuffling a small step backwards. Namjoon drops his hand to his side. 

The corridor is empty. Jimin’s partly glad that no one’s going to witness his death by shame. He doesn’t dare look up at Namjoon. 

The silence drags a moment too long and Jimin’s unconsciously starting to shift his weight from feet to feet when Namjoon sighs. Wordlessly, he lifts his phone, tilting it for Jimin to look at. 

Jimin chews on his bottom lip hard. Drunk Jimin stares back at him hazy and unabashed. Jimin kind of wants to fling the phone across the hall. He would do it, except it’s Namjoon’s. 

"What’s this?” Namjoon says finally. 

Jimin pulls at the hem of his shirt, scrunching it up and then letting it go. “I… I sort of sent you my nude by accident?” Internally, he winces at his choice of words. “Oops?” He adds, before his brain catches up and goddammit Park Jimin why can’t you play it off like it isn’t a big deal because it really isn’t. 

It shouldn’t be at least.

“Uhm,” Namjoon replies. “Okay.” He lowers the phone slowly. “I… the caption…” Namjoon’s voice trails off.

Jimin closes his eyes. Of course. Why did he expect? Taehyung and his stupid caption. Jimin contemplates lying and pretending that “Joonie hyung” isn’t the one standing right before him. There’s probably a dozen and one people who have the nickname “Joonie”, right? But Jimin is horrible at lying and it always tugs at his conscience. 

He takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry,” Jimin starts. “I mean, I was really going to send you my math questions. But Taehyung wanted to blackmail me and I didn’t turn off that auto download and it just sent and like, I had a crush on you since forever but half the school does too and you can’t blame be for appreciating good aesthetics but I don’t even know if you like girls or guys, I’m sorry I’m-”

Jimin breaks off when he feels fingers beneath his chin. He freezes. 

“You’re rambling,” Namjoon says mildly. He pushes gently, tilting Jimin’s face up, gaze searching. “Crush on me, huh?” Namjoon’s tone is light, teasing almost. He chuckles softly.

Jimin feels his face heat and he bristles. “I’m sorry I’m such a loser who doesn’t know how to ask his brain and heart to shut the fuck up about you,” he snaps. Dammit that came out all wrong. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap-”

“You’re apologizing a whole lot,” Namjoon says, a dimpled smile spreading. “Sorr- I mean…” Jimin wants to facepalm himself. 

Namjoon laughs, the sound of it making Jimin’s stomach flip. “Well,” Namjoon shrugs, “If you’re really sorry about it, you could treat me to coffee now.”

Jimin stares dumbly. Coffee, what?

Namjoon awkwardly rubs the nape of his neck. “I mean, if you’re free that is. I haven’t managed to answer your math questions after all, and study group session’s over.”

Right. The math questions, Jimin almost forgot. “Of course, I’ll buy you coffee, Namjoon-ssi." 

Namjoon scrunches his nose. "Just hyung will do,” he says, and Jimin feels something warm settle in the pit of his stomach. “Or Joonie hyung if you want,” Namjoon adds, shooting him a grin. “I don’t mind.”

“Please don’t remind me,” Jimin groans. “And can you please delete that photo and pretend you never saw it?” Namjoon shakes his head. Jimin feels himself deflate a little. “Why, hyung? Do you want it for blackmail too?”

“No, of course not!” Namjoon feigns an offended look. “What do you take me for? I just can appreciate good aesthetics.” Then before Jimin can register those words and respond, Namjoon places a hand on the small of Jimin’s back to steer him in the direction of the campus exit. “Come on, it’s a date!”

(They end up talking for hours over coffee and forgetting about tutoring. Jimin later insists that circumstances forced him to visit Namjoon’s apartment on a Saturday to do math while having takeouts, which somehow dragged on into movie night and Jimin crashing at Namjoon’s place. 

The rest is history. History that has Jimin calling Namjoon his boyfriend. And no, Taehyung gets zero credit because Jimin’s going to take all of it for himself.)

A/N: Thank you for reading this fic that got pretty long! I’ve never written Minjoon ever so I hope this is at least somewhat good (and cute maybe because it’s supposed to be fluff kinda). Also thank you to those of you who read my previous mini fics (and those who leave comments in your tags, they really make my day!)

Send me a prompt and a bangtan pairing, I’ll write you a short fic ♡

[every-night-that-follows]

41 Weeks and a Year

Characters: Namjoon x reader Genre: Fluff, tiny bit of angst Word count: 3473 Rating: M for language and mentions of sex

4 weeks

Namjoon finds it hard to believe. There’s two little pink lines on a stupid $9.99 stick that you had peed on ten minutes ago that has now officially changed his life forever. You’re watching him hesitantly, biting you lip as his usually acute mind tries desperately to process what this all means.

“Baby?” Namjoon blurts out in a squeak. “Small mini-me?”

You find it hard not to roll your eyes at his reaction. “Yes, Joonie. That’s what happens when two adults have unprotected sex in the broom cupboard at your Album launch party.”

It all clicks into place for him quite suddenly and Namjoon feels an overwhelming sense of accomplishment. He drops to his knees in front of you and lays his cheek again your abdomen, “My god, I’m gonna be a dad!” His beaming smile strikes you right between the eyes. “I can’t wait to tell the boys!”

You push him away with a frown. “Not yet, Joonie. It’s too early. Let’s make sure first, hmm?”

Namjoon pauses mid-text and pouts.

6 weeks

You want to kick yourself. Your words are fucking prophetic. You knew you should’ve kept your fat, unlucky mouth shut but here you were, alone in the emergency department, praying desperately as you felt another sharp cramp radiate through your pelvis.

The triage nurse is walking towards your seat with a sympathetic smile. “Is there anyone I can call for you, miss __?”

Namjoon’s on tour in Japan and you don’t want to upset him. Knowing his temperament, he would agonise over coming home versus staying to lead the boys. You shake your head at the nurse. “No, my mother’s on her way here.”

She nods and leads you into a curtained off cubical. The doctor sees you an hour later and you can barely comprehend what he’s saying as your mother clutches at your hand. He does some blood tests and wheels in an ultrasound machine.

There, in that grainy black and white screen, you see it for the first time. It’s the size of the tip of your pinky finger according to the doctor but there is a definite heartbeat that races like a horses gallop when the Doppler is turned on. The rhythmic beating fills you ears and your heart and you take a recording for Namjoon.

12 weeks

Namjoon can’t hold back the tears.

He knows he’s embarrassing himself in front of the Obstetrician but he can’t help but immediately fall in love with the small, odd creature rolling around on the ultrasound screen in front of him. It’s got four limbs, a massive head and a beautiful heartbeat which Namjoon records on his phone.

He’s holding your hand a little too tight and soaking the sleeve of your blouse but you can’t complain, it was strangely beautiful to watch this usually strong man wear his emotions so glaringly on his sleeve.

“Do you want to know the sex of the baby?” The Obstetrician asks.

“Yes.” Namjoon replies immediately but looks guiltily at you. “If that’s ok with you, honey?”

You nod, not minding in the least if Namjoon has a burning curiosity to know.

“It’s a girl.”

You’re ecstatic and there’s an overwhelming sense of amazement but Namjoon clearly feels it more intensely. He’s sobbing now and doing so in an incredibly ugly fashion. Even the Obstetrician looks concerned.

“We’re going to have a baby girl.”

Namjoon makes the recording of her heartbeat his ringtone.

“Guess we should tell the boys,” you mutter to him as he wipes the ultrasound gel off your belly.

15 weeks

Jungkook is talking to your belly again. He tells your baby girl the most incredibly inane facts about dolphins and ginseng and Justin Bieber. This is arguably the longest conversation you’ve ever heard Jungkook have with anyone.

The boys are all just as equally obsessed with your pregnancy though Yoongi will never admit to it. Jin buys endless amounts of pink clothing and Tae can’t stop shopping for toys though you’re not entirely sure they’re all for the baby. Namjoon talks about his “baby girl” like she’s a miracle of humanity and that no baby has ever been born before.

You draw the line when he starts to speculate about how she’s likely to change the human race as we know it.

Jimin’s actions are the most touching. He’s admiring in the quietest kind of way and hovers in the most inconspicuous moments. He holds your elbow when you walk down stairs and picks the boys’ meals knowing exactly what you can and cannot eat at this time. His pockets are strangely always full ginger lozenges to soothe your morning sickness and a bottle of water is never far from hand. “I can’t wait to be a dad, too.” You overhear him say to Namjoon one day.

Namjoon is currently in the corner of his studio where the boys are all gathered. “Honey, listen to this.”

He’s written a new song and the backing beat is the recording of your daughter’s heartbeat.

“I’m gonna put this on our next album.”

20 weeks

“She’s so big!”

Namjoon’s voice is annoyingly crackly over the video call. The wi-fi in his Thailand hotel room can be a bit temperamental.

You roll you eyes and try to get a look at the ultrasound screen yourself. It’s hard balancing a phone at the right angle for Namjoon since he couldn’t be here but you can understand his need to be a part of this.

“I thought you said it was a girl!” He says suddenly outraged. This shocks you into dropping the phone, craning you neck to see what Namjoon had meant.

The Obstetrician laughs patiently. “That’s the umbilical cord, Mr. Kim. Your girl is still a girl.”

Namjoon’s laugh radiates from somewhere on the floor. “Right. I knew that.”

You hum with happiness. This is the magical halfway mark and though you can’t say for sure yet, you think you feel the small fluttering movements you can see on the screen. Your morning sickness has finally passed and though your ankles swell like balloons after a long day, you feel on top of the world and the pregnancy glow has really kicked it.

“I can’t wait to come home and see her, honey.” Namjoon is emotional again. You can hear it in his voice though he’s trying hard to suppress it. “I miss her already.”

You smile though he can’t see you. “You’re not going to cry at every ultrasound are you, Joonie?”

26 weeks

“That looks good, give me a sip.” Namjoon leans over, sniffing the bottle.

You smack his hand away. “You know you’re not allowed any of this. It’s my glucose tolerance test.”

He whines and pouts adorably. “The doctor won’t know if I have a single sip.”

“But I’ll know.” The pathology nurse laughs as she finishes up with the initial blood test, pressing a bandaid to the crook of your elbow. “There’s a soda machine in the corridor if you want something sweet.”

Namjoon smiles charmingly at her, dimples and all and the pathology nurse looks a little flustered when he walks away with a kiss on your head.

“You’re a lucky girl.” She says to you as she shakes the vial of your blood.

He’s back a moment later, coke can in hand. He shares his audiobook with you and coos when you complain that the sugary drink makes you nauseous. He cradles you like a child when the third blood test makes you extra sore and piggy backs you to the car when you feel a little dizzy at the end of it all.

“I wish I could take some of this for you.” He mutters in the car when he thinks you’ve dozed off on the way home.

31 weeks

You should’ve known better than to read some of the comments online but sometimes curiosity really did kill the cat. Namjoon’s on a cleaning spree of the BTS fancafé and twitter page but even he can’t catch all the malicious things that slip through.

You honestly didn’t think you had gained that much weight but there are several unflattering pictures of you which make cows look like dainty ballerinas by comparison. There’s derision and mocking among his fans and though those comments make you angry, it’s nothing that you hadn’t endured before.

It’s the comments suggesting Namjoon deserved better that really got to you. There’s retweets from a supermodel whom had declared herself an ardent fan and the side by side comparisons were beyond unflattering. There are pictures from the award ceremony he attended last week where he had kindly posed for some selfies with her and they honestly looked like a stunning power couple.

That’s how he found you, curled up in a ball in your bed, trying to hide the tear-swollen eyes in your pillow. He knows instantly what has happened and curls up in bed next to you, drawing you into the cradle of his arms muttering profanities beneath his breath.

“She looks really good with you.” You venture after fifteen minutes of sniffling. “I can’t say I’d blame you if you were attracted to her. I mean, I would be attracted to her too if I were a guy. Why come home to this beached whale when you can have…”

Namjoon hides a smile in your hair, “but you’re my beached whale, carrying my little whale baby…”

You snort and punch him in the ribs, the only space you can find in the tight confines of his arms. “You’re meant to call me a gazelle; you’re meant to tell me that I’m still gorgeous and thin…”

“You’re not a gazelle and you’re certainly not thin but honey, these curves…” his hands stroke over your prominent baby bump and stops to cup you bum, “these curves are something I would kill for.”

The next day you wake to find all the BTS social media accounts suspended. Namjoon refers to this as a time-out for his fans until they can behave like adults.

34 weeks

It’s too early.

Namjoon doesn’t need a medical degree to know this.

He looks at your frightened features in the car next to him and tries his best not to panic but it’s hard when he thinks his baby girl is about to be born too early. He’s a smart man, he’s read not just the basic baby books but also the medical stats about premature birth. He can’t imagine seeing his tiny child being helped to breath by large sterile ventilators and being hooked up to things which feed her when she can’t breastfeed.

He wants to be your calming presence but it’s hard to when his imagination runs riot. All he can do is hold your hand and pray that Yoongi’s aggressive driving skills come to the fore today. You’re crying with the pain of the contractions next to him and when a small whimper escapes your tightly clamped lips, Namjoon feels like he’s been stabbed in the gut. He can’t imagine what you’re feeling right now and can only helplessly drag you into his arms just as Yoongi pulls up to the hospital.

Namjoon’s out of the car in a flash and while Yoongi scrambles around looking for a wheelchair, Namjoon scoops you out of the car and into his arms. He knows the way to the maternity ward like the back of his hand, having secretly drilled himself ever since he heard about how Jimin’s younger brother had been born in the hospital foyer.

His panic must’ve clearly shown on his face as he carries you through the brightly painted double doors of the maternity ward because the two midwives at the desk direct him straight into the nearest birthing room. His hair is stroked and his tears wiped away by a senior looking midwife as a young and entirely too cheerful doctor begins the examination.

He’s speaking but Namjoon can barely hear him through your whimpers of pain. His legs twitch manically up and down and he can’t seem to stop it. He’s alternately numb and panicked until he can hear his baby girl’s heartbeat again and watch the numbers light up the screen of the monitor.

“You’re not dilated, Ms. ___,”says the young doctor with a reassuring smile while he pulled off his gloves, “but we’ll keep you in for a few days of monitoring, if that’s alright with you.”

Namjoon nods frantically.

“Would you like some pain relief?” Namjoon’s head is bobbing desperately.

The morphine makes you sleepy but comfortable and Namjoon is finally relieved enough to leave your room. Yoongi is waiting at the door.

“You look like a bus hit you, dragged you down the road for a few blocks and dumped you in a country ditch.”

Yoongi always did have a way with words but Namjoon acknowledges that he’s cried a lot this pregnancy. More than you have really, if he made the effort to count the occasions.

The rest of the boys arrive twenty minutes later. Hobi has brought enough take-out to feed a small army and the doctors and midwives duck in occasionally to steal a spring roll. You’re too exhausted to eat but you’re keen for Namjoon to re-fuel since he insists on staying with you for the night. They leave an hour later when Jungkook is finished lecturing your baby on how badly behaved she has been tonight.

Namjoon stays throughout your 3 day stay. He cries again when you have another ultrasound just to be safe and beams with absurd amounts of pride when the doctor declares her a very good size for 34 weeks. You want to smack him for that because you’re going to have to push that little monster out through you vagina in a few weeks.

37 weeks

You’re in the emergency department again and you’re sure you recognize the triage nurse. She beams and waves at you even as Namjoon whimpers in pain beside you.

He’s cradling his left arm and his right foot is propped up on Jin’s bouncing leg.

“Will you sit still!” He hisses at Seokjin who only grins and waves at the fans who recognise him from across the waiting room.

“I don’t know how you managed to do this to yourself when you were only putting together the crib. Seriously Joon, you should probably have a doctor check you over while you’re here. This level of clumsiness has got to be some sort of disorder. Maybe there’s medication to fix it.”

You can tell Namjoon doesn’t appreciate the comment but vetoes retorting in favour of whimpering. You reach across him to smack Seokjin but the man has brilliant reflexes after years of dodging Jungkook’s punches.

Namjoon cries when you accidentally bump his arm.

It’s fifty minutes later when he’s had all his x-rays. He’s only got a sprained right ankle but his left shoulder is clearly dislocated. They give him some great drugs to relax him before popping his shoulder back in and Namjoon is talkative and philosophical for the rest of the evening.

You get texts from Jimin throughout this episode. He and Yoongi have finished putting together the crib and you’re secretly glad Namjoon won’t have to do it himself later.

Jin videos the whole of Namjoon’s exposition on the loneliness of palm-trees on deserted islands and puts it on twitter.

It trends worldwide for three days.

41 weeks

Namjoon’s got a new habit these past few weeks.

Since you haven’t gone into labour yet, he’s convinced that he can talk his baby girl out. It’s clearly not working.

Every part of you hurts except for your uterus but you refrain from rolling your eyes as you rest your phone on your abdomen. Namjoon’s on the other end of the line, in his studio working on their comeback album. He wants to do as much as he can before the baby comes and he becomes completely preoccupied.

“Now sweetheart, I know it’s warm and comfortable inside but you really need to come out and meet daddy. We’ve got your room all set up for you for weeks now…”

Taehyung and Jungkook had finished painting it 3 weeks ago after Namjoon had concussed himself on a paint can.

Your wayward child clearly loves her father’s voice because she chooses that moment to give you a whopping kick in the ribs, sending the phone sliding to the floor. You’re reaching to retrieve it when you accidentally wet yourself a little. At least that’s what you think happens until you realise the fluid isn’t stopping and it has now completely soaked through your underwear, your pants, the couch and was now dripping onto the carpet.

“Joon.”

“Yes, honey?” Namjoon happily continues to hum on the other end of the line.

“I think my waters broke.”

There’s a beat of silence. Then another. “I see. Well. I…”

Jimin’s voice comes next. “I’ve got him, ___. Call your midwife, I’m coming to get you.”

The trip to hospital is a blur. By the time Namjoon and the boys reach you, you’re contracting, it’s hard to walk and you fucking hate the world, especially Namjoon. You tell him so several times during the car trip to hospital and you repeatedly tell Jungkook, who’s rubbing your back, what a good little foetus he turned out to be and that his mother would be proud.

It’s quite a scene when you turn up to hospital, seven famous idols in tow but you lose six of them immediately at the door to the maternity ward. Namjoon is beside himself, pacing the floor as you strip to your birthday suit (all clothing is currently your enemy) and suck on the nitrous like it’s a lifeline.

Your world narrows down to one word when the doctor examines you and tells you you’re barely dilated.

“Epidural!”

Namjoon nods frantically and takes to hovering behind the lovely anaesthetist who calmly hands Namjoon the nitrous and suggests he takes a few puffs. He’s completely giggly and spaced out when you get the needle stuck in your back but that’s ok because sweet relief comes shortly after.

The nitrous is confiscated when the midwife returns.

It’s another arduous eight hours. The midwives and the doctors change shift before it’s time to push.

It takes another hour and a half before your baby daughter’s cries ring through the room. Namjoon cries immediately with her. He keeps his hands on her the whole time you’re getting stitched up. When she sneezes, Joon is absurdly upset that he didn’t capture it on camera. When she does it again, he’s ready and a short fifteen second video immediately goes out to family and friends. You’re inundated with calls and messages congratulating you. Namjoon is too beside himself to answer.

He thinks she absurdly adorable and tells everyone who will listen. Yoongi says she looks like an alien shot out of a space cannon. Taehyung is head over heels in love with her instantly and Jungkook holds her like she’s a unstable explosive device. She cries hysterically when Hobi and Jimin pass her between them and moments later lands in Seokjin’s slightly perturbed arms.

She looks at his face and stops crying instantly. She keeps her eyes on his face until she dozes off in his arms. Seokjin absolutely loves it. It becomes his new favourite story to tell. He tells the janitor who comes to empty the bins when they visit again the next day.

1 year later

Namjoon is an obsessively proud father. The BTS twitter account is now inundated with pictures of your smiling daughter who has her father’s dimples. Their selfies together are the stuff of retweetable legend.

Namjoon is already begging for another baby. He wants ten. You said yes…you’ll have two more and he can then find himself another wife.

When she has her first fever and is up all night, grizzly and unsettled, Namjoon holds her and rocks her until she dozes off in fitful starts. She’s up barely an hour later and Namjoon is exhausted and delirious when you suggest calling in reinforcements. Jin arrives at 04:50am, takes her in his arms and coaxes her to sleep across one very wide shoulder. Namjoon snores for the next five hours.

When she takes her first steps, Namjoon commemorates it by writing her a song. She cries endlessly when she first hears it until Jin adds his vocals to the mix. She loves it instantly. Namjoon wants to find this frustrating but can’t deny his daughter anything her little heart desires. Seokjin is it, apparently.

Namjoon is coaxing some lunch into her when you excuse yourself to the bathroom. You pee on that familiar blue stick which started it all nearly two years ago and watch as that double pink line reappears.

[genzgay]

Flustered (part 3)

Pairing: Yugbam

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: even more bad pickup lines, edgy art descriptions, awkward kissing, bts members

Fluster, verb. To make (someone) agitated or confused


Yugyeom, a quiet and shy library assistant, just wants to keep the peace. BamBam, a quirky design student, knows too many pickup lines. When they exchange numbers it feels like the world turned upside down.

based off this ask

part 1 part 2

for @cutepimook

Yugyeom stared into the void of his closet, unhappy with every imaginable combo that could come out of it. Since BamBam had essentially looked like a god at their last date, Yugyeom was taking it upon himself to not just wear a t-shirt and jeans.

He pulled out a blue turtleneck and matching blue trench coat that his brother's girlfriend had so kindly gifted him this past Christmas. They just didn't seem right though. He laid out another option: black button up, black jeans, and a tiger patterned bomber jacket. Nope. He looked over to his roommate who was boredly playing on his phone. "What do you wear on a date?" Yugyeom asked with a sigh.

"I'm calling the boys." Jungkook answered, hitting a few buttons on his phone.

"No you're not." Yugyeom didn't need more of Jungkook's friends involved. "Don't-"

Jungkook only sneered. "Yugyeom's having an outfit crisis." His smile grew. "Yes, that would be great." Within another two minutes Kim Namjoon, Park Jimin, and Kim Taehyung were waltzing into their tiny room. "Hey guys!"

"So where're we headed?" Namjoon questioned, sliding open the door of Yugyeom's closet. "Out with friends? Studying? A date?" He elbowed Yugyeom in the side.

Yugyeom grew red. "Yep! He's going out to the student art exhibit." Jungkook replied for him. Yugyeom was going to have to kill him later.

"Ah." Namjoon put his finger to his lips in thought. He bent his brows. "Oh! Here!" Within another five minutes, Yugyeom was admiring himself in the mirror.

"It's stunning."

"It's gorgeous."

"It's perfect."

"I'd fuck him."

"TAE!" They all gasped. The third oldest only shrugged.

"What?" He wasn't wrong. The turtleneck and leather jacket combo was, well, sexy, but managed to seem student art exhibit appropriate. Yugyeom found himself flaunting in the mirror. "See, he loves it." Taehyung argued, waving to Yugyeom.

"I do look good." Yugyeom said. "Really good."

At exactly 11:57, there was a knock at the door. Since it's nearly impossible to get Jungkook's friends out of their room, all four of them perked up in excitement. Yugyeom's heart rate picked up. Maybe it would be BamBam on the other side, three minutes early. Instead, a coffee-carrying, sweater-wearing Mingyu stood at the door. "Why are you all staring? Did I spill?"

"Nope, watched you walk all the way up the stairs." There was a familiar voice. Mingyu turned around, revealing a bomber jacket clad BamBam holding two cups of coffee. "Too bad I had the same idea."

"I thought you said no coffee." Yugyeom said, cursing the carrier.

"Don't worry, it's only tea!" BamBam reassured, selecting one of the pair and giving it to Yugyeom. "I wasn't sure what you liked, so I got my favorite citrus mint one." Yugyeom accepted it, the warmth spread from his hands to his heart. He took a sip. The chill of the mint layered just perfectly with tangy notes of lemon, totally reinventing what tea should be.

"Oh my god." Yugyeom exclaimed. "This-"

"Yeah. It's great. Since we're coffee free I decided that you *had* to try it." BamBam agreed, his head nodding as he took a sip of his own drink. "Also, you're a hot-tea."

Yugyeom spat his tea, misting himself with a good coating of the liquid. His cheeks were hot, not only because of the accident, but because the compliment was a cleverly constructed pun.

"That was cute." Jimin cooed. He was only two years older than Yugyeom but acted like he was ten years older. Only then did it occur to him that he and BamBam were standing in the hallway, being watched by a small collection of Yugyeom's friends. Jimin beamed at them from his front row spot.

Yugyeom rolled his eyes. "Let me, um, change."

They walked over to the arts building, and BamBam immediately began apologizing that they weren't headed to somewhere nicer. "We're both broke college students," He explained, "I spent nearly the last of my money on the tea that you so willingly shot out your nose."

"You just laid that pun and compliment down like it was nothing!" Yugyeom raised his arms in mock offense. "How was I supposed to react?"

"Definitely not by coating the Blue dorm's third floor in citrus mint tea." BamBam laughed. They stepped into the main arts hall, where the entire first floor was an exhibit of various student works. As long as you had a student ID and promised to write feedback on at least one piece, you could get in for free. It was enough for Yugyeom. They took their tickets from a girl with long, blue hair and a gentle smile.

"Here's your feedback slips! Just drop them in the box at the end." She instructed, handing them two small, neon green strips of paper.

They entered the exhibit and found that they were alone, save for a single professor. The man had his sleeves rolled all the way to his elbows, a five o'clock shadow, and a frown on his face. Clearly buried in thought, he jumped when he turned and saw Yugyeom and BamBam. "Oh, hi!" He shouted. "Would you two come over and look at this?" He gestured to a series of drawings. "I'm not sure what to think. My student did these drawings of his girlfriend while high and now everyone thinks he's the next Picasso."

A bird-woman with wings sprouting from her back and golden, windswept hair peered back at them. She became more whimsical and color soaked with each drawing. The second to last one depicted her as merely a blob of colors; the final one returned her to her true form: a girl in a blue sweater. "These are so pretty." BamBam commented. "It shows how warped our world can be with just one small change. Like, a total reality shift. Is what we see just an affect of the oxygen we breathe?"

How beautiful.

"Thanks. Name?" The professor asked.

"BamBam." He answered. "I'm a fashion design student. And this is Kim Yugyeom,"

"Dance major." Yugyeom said, filling in the blank.

The professor smiled. "I'll have your feedback strips waived then. Enjoy the art guys!" He walked off, fixing his hair in the process.

The two looked at each, back to the bird-woman, then at each other. "What was that?" Yugyeom asked.

"Bullshitting." BamBam answered. They both laughed at this, cackling until their lungs hurt.

"Shall we do more?" And for the rest of the afternoon, Yugyeom and BamBam practiced their most profound bullshitting. They turned vinyl food recreations into existential reflections on childhood and paint splattered canvases into the Mona Lisa. Then, a single painting of two guys holding hands caught Yugyeom off guard. "The Hold", as it was titled, totally stopped his snarky comments. It genuinely belonged in a museum.

The guys in the painting were made of carefully painted flowers. Blue bells made up one guy's shirt; their faces were sunflowers. Yugyeom instantly felt himself drowning in the painting. His eyes wanted to eat up every inch of it. "This," he started.

"I know." replied BamBam. They stood in complete silence for a moment. When Yugyeom looked back to see BamBam's reaction, he noticed BamBam's eyes weren't in the painting, but him.

Did Yugyeom have a stain somewhere? "What?"

"A complete masterpiece is looking at a painting."

Yugyeom's heart dissolved. The usual pick up lines were fine, but this one hit him like a punch. 3, 2, 1, knock out! Yugyeom was definitely down. "You-"

"Yes? I acknowledged how handsome and wonderful you are by comparing you to your new favorite painting?" BamBam asked, smiling. Yugyeom kinda wanted to punch and kinda wanted to kiss him.

"Did you take me here just so you could say that?"

"No, of course not." BamBam aggressively shook his head. "I definitely don't plan dates around what compliments I can give my boyfriends."

An alarm started going off in Yugyeom's head: HE SAID BOYFRIEND. HE SAID BOYFRIEND. HE SAID BOYFRIEND. HE SAID-

"I know I said boyfriend, it's probably a little early but,"

Yugyeom cut him off, "Yes!" He realized just how loudly he'd just shouted. "I mean, yes, I would totally be your boyfriend." He covered his face with both his hands, wanting to hide his embarrassment. His smile hurt.

"Great," BamBam laughed and Yugyeom realized how much he was in love with his laugh and the breathy, squeakiness of it and the way BamBam's face lit up and how his nose crinkled. They turned back to the painting and gasped at the same time.

"IT'S ON SALE!" They said simultaneously.

"How much ramen money can you sacrifice?" Yugyeom asked. It was only 25,000 won, but they were in a free exhibit for a reason.

BamBam shrugged. "Whatever it takes to get this." He pulled his wallet out and emptied it into his hand: 10,000 won and a couple of coins. Yugyeom did the same. Together they had 23,000 won and would go lunch less for a couple of weeks. When they went to the front to ask, the girl laughed and said the artist just wanted someone to take it. All in all, this date was a win.

As they walked back, they decided BamBam could have the painting on grounds of not having a single roommate to possibly ruin it. Departing at his dorm, BamBam hugged Yugyeom as tightly as he could. Yugyeom could feel his heart melting. The minute the hug broke, he missed it.

"See you!" BamBam shouted from the entrance door. "Text me, okay?"

"I will!" Yugyeom shouted back. "Bye, Bam!" He then returned his dorm, alone but not lonely.

Upon arrival, he was bombarded by questions from Jungkook and the boys (who, unfortunately, had stayed for the whole two hours Yugyeom was gone and left Cheeto dust on his comforter). "How was is Yugyeommie?"

"What did you do?"

"He's smiling guys! That has to mean something!"

"Look at his blush, isn't he cute?"

"How's BamBam?"

"Why didn't you tell us he was cute before he came up here?"

"Now he's really blushing guys!"

Yugyeom just laughed at their sudden interest. He sat on the edge of his bed (he was not getting Cheeto dust on his jacket. What heathens.) and shrugged. "I'm good, BamBam is good. We even got a painting for free."

"Any other details, Yugs?" Namjoon asked.

"He's-" Yugyeom's big smile was impeding his speech. "We are a couple now."

Jimin gasped. "No way!" And the questions kept rolling.

---

Unsure of ever getting himself to stop smiling like some idiot, Yugyeom knew he had to get BamBam back with at least one pick up line. There was only one other person as masterful at the art of cringe:

Jackson Wang.

Yugyeom began typing his message.

Yugyeom: Hey Jackson! So I need some help

Jackson: Ooooh~ With what?

Yugyeom: Remember that guy I told you about with the pickup lines?

Jackson: Mhm

Yugyeom: Well he's my boyfriend now and I NEED to get back at him with one. Do you have any ideas?

Jackson: I may have a few

For another whole hour, they debated the merits of puns, what topics would be appropriate, and if it should even be sexual. By the end, they had a masterpiece.

Jackson: It's beautiful

Yugyeom: What a work of art, thank you

He then switched over and texted BamBam.

Yugyeom: Hey, could we hang out at your dorm tomorrow?

BamBam: I'd love that!

Yugyeom: Great! Good night Bam!

BamBam: Good night Yugyeommie!

Yugyeom shut off his phone, completely content with what was to come. He fell asleep peacefully.

Yugyeom was freaking out. His hands were shaking, his heart was pounding, and he was sweating like it was the middle of July. He wasn't even sure he would have the guts to knock on BamBam's door. But then he was, his fist against a solid sheet of wood to the beat of his heart. BamBam opened the door.

"Oh hey Yugyeom! Jackson's here because he had a warning?"

Fifty hundred panic alarms went off in Yugyeom's head. They were telling him to turn around and run. He couldn't do this to BamBam; he couldn't say this pickup line without some mood.

There sat Jackson, a shit eating grin on his face. "Hey Yugyeom!" He cheered as a greeting.

"So I heard that there's a certain pickup line you want to tell me?" BamBam asked, an eyebrow raised in challenge.

That's when it clicked in Yugyeom's  head. What he and Jackson had planned wasn't the perfect pickup line. Nope, there was something much better for BamBam. "Yes, actually." Yugyeom walked up and grabbed hold of BamBam's shirt, pulling his face closer and closer until their lips locked.

For a second, BamBam froze, shocked. His eyes asked fifty questions. Then he smiled, leaning into it, and pulled Yugyeom closer, accepting it. All Yugyeom could focus on was how soft BamBam's lips were and how he had no idea what he was doing and how- oh my god is that a tongue?

It wasn't very romantic to say the least. When Yugyeom couldn't breathe anymore and they knocked noses for the thousandth time, he pulled back. "Sorry, I didn't know what to-"

Arms still around Yugyeom's neck, BamBam met Yugyeom's eyes and smiled. "It was more than fine Yugyeom. I think we just need more practice."

Yep, Yugyeom's cheeks were red and hot. He was completely flustered, but it was fine.

A Message For June: And that’s the end!! I really hope you enjoyed and waiting the extra three weeks paid off (gosh I’m really sorry about the delay)! There’s potential for a part two?????????? I have so many things that I wrote for this that didn’t make it into my final drafts. ALSO this is the first fic i’ve ever completed and wow it’s nice. Anyway, please have a good night.

p.s. wanna collab on that markjin au by @/gotnsfw???? it’s just a thought