#idol!yoongi x oc

[bts-0t-7]

Sharing The Moment | MYG

Pair: Yoongi x reader 

Summary: You and your son went to D-Day 3 to support Yoongi. Your son stole the show after appearing on stage and ARMY was absolutely… swooned. 

Genre: fluff, established relationship, parents au, married au

WC: 1169

Before the both of you stepped into the stadium, you could feel the ground vibrating from all the fan’s anticipation. The arena felt alive before the real show even started. It was the last day of Yoongi’s D-Day tour in Seoul and all the fans were there early. Whether is it giving out fanmade gifts, food, or drinks, they - Is that a tangerine in her hand? And is that a whole bag of it?!

The atmosphere was electric but for you, today was something even more special. You were not only here as a fan but also as Yoongi’s family. While ARMY’s certainly had eagle eyes, they have yet to catch on that you weren’t the only surprise that day. Your son, Min Ji-Hye, a carbon copy of his dad, was the source of the surprise. His little body was buzzing with energy. 

Since young, Ji-Hye has looked up to his father’s music and absolutely idolizes him. Every time Yoongi works from home or comes home with new music, Ji-Hye would demand listening to it even if it is the rawest version. Of course, Yoongi tries to keep the cursing to a minimum whenever Ji-Hye is around. 

The both of you found your seats in the middle catalogs which the staff has reserved especially for the both of you. Ensuring that Ji-Hye wouldn’t fall off his bumper seat, you started to set the area for the both of you so that you wouldn’t miss a single second to find some water. You were so engrossed in ensuring that your son had everything he needed that you didn’t realise Jin and Hobi were standing right next to you. 

You jumped when you felt a light tap on your shoulder, immediately turning around with large eyes, hoping that you wouldn’t cause trouble for your husband if you got mobbed or something during his concert. But you found two laughing figures and calmed down once you heard Jin’s signature laugh. 

“Yah, don’t scare me like that!” You chided.

“It was you who weren’t paying attention! We were here the whole time!”

You were about to shoot back another snarky remark when - “Seoul, ARE YOU READY?” 

Cheers from all directions engulfed you as fireworks lit up the stage. Yoongi came blasting from the backstage and no matter how many times you have been to BTS concerts, you never get tired of seeing them perform. The raw passion in their movements and voices always ensures that the audience has one of the best concerts. 

You turned over to see Ji-Hye at the edge of his seat, eyes glued to the stage. You had dressed him in Yoongi’s stage outfit, complete with a cap that looked a few sizes too big (it was taken from Yoongi’s closet). With his cat-like eyes and gummy smile, he was essentially Yoongi 2.0. 

Watching your son sing and jump to the lyrics of his father, your lips curled upwards in a loving smile. While he didn’t quite understand the depth and innuendos of the songs, he was enjoying himself and you knew how much this concert meant to him. With the news of Yoongi’s enlistment, you knew that your time together would be cut short for two years. 

You had told him that telling ARMY a day after the concert wasn’t going to be the best decision but management pulled through so it was scheduled as it is. So both of you continued to enjoy the concert with the new addition of Uncle Namjoon. 

As the music filled the stadium, Yoongi delivered an electrifying performance, pouring his heart and soul into every lyric. His presence on stage was magnetic and the fans were completely enthralled. You thought that you could hold back the tears as he broke down in front of all his fans but the tears streamed down your cheeks, staining them in a salty caress. 

Amidst the sea of fans, Ji-Hye suddenly squirmed and wriggled his way past the people in front of him. Running down the steps, you tried to catch him when Namjoon suddenly grabbed your wrist. “He’s safe, don’t worry. There are guards everywhere.”

But you couldn’t help but worry. What if he got lost? What if fans start to swarm around him and he can’t make it to Yoongi or any of the guards in time? Your heart skipped a beat as you saw his little figure making his way up the stage. There was a collective gasp from the fans nearby as they realised what was happening. 

The surrounding security personnel recognised him and allowed him to approach the stage, guiding him carefully so that he didn’t fall down the large steps. Yoongi had just finished a ‘Life Goes On’ and was taking a moment to catch his breath when he saw little feet running up towards him. His eyes widened and broke out into a huge grin when he saw him, squatting down to his level and spreading his arms. The fans, realising that he was Yoongi’s son, started to cheer even louder. 

The moment Ji-Hye crashed into Yoongi, every ounce of fear that Ji-Hye would be afraid of the cheers washed away in that instance. Yoongi scooped him up, hugging him tightly as your son laughed into the microphone, causing another wave of cheers to vibrate the stadium. It was a moment of pure, unscripted love between a father and his son. You stared at the two most important people in your life on stage, celebrating as if they were the only ones in the world. 

The fans were absolutely swooning - taking in this whole scene with hearty eyes and red faces - their hearts melted by the sheer adorableness of the scene. They watched as Ji-Hye whispered something into Yoongi’s ear and Yoongi’s eyes sparkled with amusement and affection. 

Yoongi turned to the fans, holding Ji-Hye high above his head like the scene from Lion King. “This is my son, Min Ji-Hye.” He announced proudly. “He’s a little ARMY like all of you.”

The fans erupted into cheers, shouting their love for both Yoongi and his son. Ji-Hye waved at the crowd, his gummy smile wide, grinning from ear to ear. Your heart felt so big that it was going to explode. 

As the concert continued, Yoongi held Ji-Hye in his arms, dancing with him on stage during a couple of songs. It was a moment of pure joy and it was clear that this concert had become something extraordinary - not just for the fans but for Yoongi and your family. 

After the concert, Yoongi was still beaming with light as he continued to hold Ji-Hye in his arms. “You know, you stole the show today.” He chuckled to his son.  

Ji-Hye looked up at his father, eyes shining with admiration. “Daddy!” He swung his little legs. “I wanna be just like you when I grow up!”

Yoongi’s heart swelled with love. “You can be anything you want. Just remember to always be yourself.”

[missywritesfor7]

❤️‍🩹Lifeline | Masterlist❤️‍🩹

Synopsis: It’s long been controversial for idols to date, but idols dating each other can be really beautiful or a complete nightmare. When Yoongi's relationship with another idol is discovered, he decides maybe it’s time to break the taboo and show people it’s ok for idols to date. Instead, they find themselves caught in the midst of one media frenzy after another and struggle to keep their relationship as strong as it had been the past 2 years. Yoongi finds a self destructive way to cope, and it causes even more problems than it solves. As they fight for their relationship and their careers, they discover that sometimes, the only way to truly be free is to let go.

Pairing: idol!Yoongi x idol!OC

Status: Ongoing

Word count: TBD

Warnings: nsfw, alcoholism, cheating, depression, anxiety, Yoongi goes through a bisexy ho phase, Yoongi is also in his alcoholic phase, post-military BTS

Ch 1: Love

Ch 2: Taboo

Ch 3: Stunt

Ch 4: Who?

Ch 5: Drink

Ch 6: Drank

Ch 7: Drunk

Ch 8: Caught in a Lie

Ch 9: Gone

Ch 10: Love & Hate

Ch 11: Out of Sight

Ch 12: Guilty

Ch 13: Weight

Ch 14: Progress

Ch 15: Management

Ch 16: Break

Ch 17: Emotions

Ch 18: New Attitude

Ch 19: Your Letter

Ch 20: I’m Fine

Ch 21: Look Up

Ch 22: Healing

Ch 23: Together

Ch 24: Forever

Ch 25: Approval

Ch 26: Clout

Ch 27: Forward

Ch 28: The Last

Ch 29: 00:00

Ch 30: More Energy

Ch 31: More Passion

Ch 32: Insecure

Ch 33: Coffee

Ch 34: Pout

Ch 35: Comeback

Ch 36: Fly

Ch 37: Electric

Ch 38: Drip

Ch 39: Superstar

[webkoo]

bts!ot7 × leitora ──★ dividindo … sinopse: seu namorado cometeu o erro (ou acerto) de perguntar aos seus amigos o que eles queriam ver... :) english version on @kooqitas

#contém: pwp, sexo grupal, boquete, oral violento, fingering, humilhação, degradação, cuspe, esperma, uso gratuito, aftercare mencionado.

#notas: essa história é bem fetichista, você tá sendo literalmente deposito de porra de sete caras. :)

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você veria seus amigos depois de meses, desde que você e jungkook estavam morando juntos vocês não se viam, o que era engraçado porque vocês eram amigos de anos, mas há alguns meses vocês simplesmente não conseguiam se ver, tudo dava errado de última hora.

"porra, cê tá tão gostosinha vestida assim, talvez se eu te comer só um pouquinho antes deles chegarem..." jungkook disse no seu ouvido, levantando sua saia e esfregando o dedo médio no seu buraquinho.

"namjoon me mandou mensagem, ele disse que chega em cinco minutos com os meninos."

"prometo que te faço gozar em cinco minutos."

você riu porque sabia que era verdade.

mas os outros seis caras estariam em sua porta em cinco minutos, e não apenas caras aleatórios, mas seus melhores amigos...

"sei que a gente transou ontem a noite, mas porra, eu preciso comer essa bucetinha de novo, eu tô viciado, preciso te comer toda hora, todo minuto, todo segundo, noite após noite..." diferente da fala completamente suja, jungkook beijava seu ombro calmamente.

"os meninos vão chegar daqui a pouco..."

"não seja malvada, me deixa abrir esse buraquinho, por favor..."

jungkook levou uma das mãos para a alça fina da sua camiseta, puxando para baixo e expondo seus peitos, ele te virou de frente para ele, e colocou a boca ali sem qualquer rodeio. você estava acostumada com a agilidade de jungkook e como ele sempre chupava seu mamilo como devoção.

e então a campainha tocou.

"jungkook, para, os meninos estão aqui!" você tentou parar seu namorado.

"tenho certeza que eles não ligariam de me ver te comendo, gatinha. e você também não ligaria de mostrar como esse buraquinho abre todo pra receber meu pau, né?"

porra, isso era uma verdade. você e jungkook eram um pior que o outro, mas mais do que mostrar, você facilmente deixaria os outros seis te usarem também.

"eu sei exatamente o que você ta pensando, putinha suja!" jungkook disse antes de voltar a chupar seu mamilo.

e então a campainha tocou de novo.

"merda!" ele reclamou, indo em direção a porta enquanto você tentava colocar suas roupas de volta no lugar.

quando os outros seis entraram na casa, você sorriu, sentia muita falta deles.

namjoon foi o primeiro a te abraçar, te deixando um beijo na testa de forma gentil, e merda, você havia visto fotos que ele havia postado na academia, mas ele estava... grande...

seokjin veio logo em seguida, o homem alto beijando sua mão antes de te dar um abraço.

e depois jimin veio, te dando um beijo molhado na bochecha como ele sempre, o loiro tinha um cheiro que facilmente molhava sua calcinha, puta merda que homem gostoso.

droga, jungkook não deveria ter te provocado.

você notou taehyung sussurrando algo para yoongi, que riu murmurando alguma coisa como "decência?" e foi aqui que você notou que, provavelmente pela saliva do jungkook, seus peitos estavam molhados, e graças a camiseta fina isso estava bem evidente.

"ah sim, vocês nos atrapalharam, eu estava quase comendo minha mulher e vocês chegaram!"

muitas coisas aconteceram nessa frase: jungkook te chamando de 'minha mulher' e principalmente, ele expondo o quase-sexo para todos os seus amigos. canalha.

não é como se eles não imaginassem a vida sexual ativa de vocês, vocês eram amigos muito antes de você e jungkook namorarem, os outros seis sabiam exatamente como você era, e jungkook também, era só somar 1+1, as vezes vocês conversavam sobre sexo no chat em grupo, mas era a primeira vez que falavam sobre algo assim ao vivo.

"se você quiser comer ela, eu não ligo, desde que eu possa assistir, não é como se eu nunca tivesse fodido vocês dois..." hoseok disse como se fosse um 'bom dia'

e isso era verdade, antes de jungkook, você já havia feito sexo com pelo menos quatro dos seus amigos, e o mesmo para jungkook, era muito fácil entender o porque do jeon não ter ciúmes.

"ah, eu posso então? eu realmente quero fazer isso" droga, jungkook era um pervertido.

"por favor, sinto falta dos peitos dela." namjoon confessou, relembrando o quanto ele amava estar por cima de você, chupando seu mamilo pra te ajudar a relaxar no pau grande dele.

"cara, respeita minha mulher!"

jungkook repreendeu namjoon, mas vocês sabiam que era apenas piada, principalmente quando seu namorado veio por trás de você, abaixando a alça da sua blusa novamente e expondo seus peitos para seus amigos.

se você parasse para pensar, talvez isso fosse loucura, seu namorado dividindo você com outros seis caras? outros seis caras que são SEUS AMIGOS.

mas por outro lado... você queria muito aquilo.

"mais alguém quer ver mais alguma coisa?" jungkook perguntou, fazendo você sentir sua calcinha molhar mais ainda, você se sentia uma vagabunda, um troféu, e isso não era uma reclamação.

"a calcinha dela." seokjin disse, te comendo com os olhos, porra, o máximo onde vocês chegaram foi uns beijinhos casuais em uma festa.

"eu quero algo." taehyung se manifestou. "quero ver ela de joelhos mamando meu pau."

"se ela for chupar o pau do taehyung, vai ter que chupar o meu também." yoongi disse.

"e o meu." jimin passou o polegar nos lábios.

"deixa eu ver se entendi." jungkook coçou a garganta. "vocês tão dizendo na minha cara que querem que minha mulher mame vocês?"

"foi você quem ofereceu ela igual uma prostituta." hoseok disse, tirando o próprio cinto.

merda, você nunca sentiu tanto tesão, seu namorado e seus amigos discutindo como se você não estivesse na sala.

"o que você acha, gatinha?"

"hm..." você andou até o sofá, sendo seguida pelos sete homens como se eles fossem cachorrinhos, e então removeu a saia e a blusa presa em sua cintura.

jungkook veio até você, te beijando e removendo a roupa dele, os dedos dele esfregaram lentamente na renda branca da sua calcinha e você gemeu na boca dele, seu namorado estava completamente excitado, apertando seus mamilos e fazendo você gemer ainda mais.

"minha vadiazinha é tão gananciosa, sete paus na boca? consegue lidar com isso?"

"eu preciso lidar..."

"isso mesmo, putinha!" ele te beijou mais uma vez. "vocês não merecem muito, apenas se organizem para beijar ela em pares... e vocês conhecem ela e a palavra dela, qualquer coisa fora da curva e eu sou capaz de matar cada um de vocês."

jungkook mal terminou e jimin e seokjin chegaram perto de você, jimin por trás, pressionando o pau já duro nas suas costas, e seokjin na sua barriga, naquele momento você queria os dois dentro de você, queria os dois paus te alargando e te enchendo, mas tudo que conseguiu foi seokjin chupando e mordiscando seus mamilos enquanto Jjmin te beijava e brincava com sua calcinha molhada.

você gemendo para os dois enquanto os outros cinco assistiam tudo.

você nem percebeu quando taehyung e yoongi chegaram, as mãos firmes deles te usando para se esfregar, o beliscão que yoongi deu em seu mamilo esquerdo enquanto sua mão estava dentro da calça de taehyung te fez gritar de dor numa mistura com o prazer, você gostou pra caralho daquele jeito agressivo.

"vai me chamar de papai de novo hoje, hm?" namjoon perguntou enquanto se aproximava de você com hoseok, enfiando dois dedos em sua buceta sem qualquer aviso quando hoseok estava beijando você "senti falta desse buraquinho." namjoon foi mais rápido e você geme alto não só pela sensação dos dedos grossos, mas porque percebe todos os outros caras olhando para você.

"acho que eles vão gostar de ver isso” hoseok saiu da sua frente, expondo a todos a imagem de você gemendo nos dedos de namjoon.

“tão linda nossa vadia burra!” jimin disse, observando a cena.

seu namorado queria dizer a namjoon para parar com isso, ele queria levar você para o quarto e te foder até o corpo dele desligar, mas só por ver o quanto você estava se divertindo com tudo isso valia esperar.

namjoon adicionou um terceiro dedo sem avisar e você se sente tão humilhado, vazando pelas mãos dele quando ele enfia e tira os dedos da sua boceta em um ritmo insano, seu corpo tremendo enquanto baba escorre da sua boca.

“diz pro seu namorado o quanto você sente falta do meu pau abrindo todo seu buraco, o quanto você sente falta de escorrer pelo meu pau. como você ama olhar meu pau enfiado na sua bucetinha apertada” e então ele tirou os dedos de você, esfregando-os em seus lábios e forçando você a se ajoelhar no chão. “você não vai gozar, não comigo, putinha, você vai enfiar todos esses paus na garganta e deixar a gente gozar no seu corpo todo, ser nosso depósito de porra, hm? depois seu namorado vê o que ele faz com você, cheia de porra de outros homens” ele ri.

e então você notou os outros seis homens se aproximando de você com o pau nas mãos, taehyung foi o primeiro a puxar seu cabelo, e você foi ágil com sua língua quente traçando o pau dele para cima e para baixo.

enquanto sua língua ainda estava em taehyung, hoseok esfregou as bolas dele na sua cara, e você tentou agarrá-las com a língua também, mas foi em vão.

“jungkook, sua namoradinha é uma prostituta!” seokjin disse quando você agarrou o pau dele, iniciando uma masturbação.

“tenho certeza que ela aguenta dois” jimin disse, empurrando seu pau junto com o de taehyung em sua garganta.

e você chupou, nem você sabe como, mas chupou como se fosse o pirulito mais delicioso do mundo enquanto os dois enfiavam com força na sua garganta. foda-se a dor, foda-se o incômodo, era tudo tão gostoso que você apenas continuava chupando com necessidade.

minutos depois você tinha o pau de jimin e taehyung na boca e seokjin e hoseok um em cada mão. namjoon, jungkook e yoongi se revezaram esfregando seus paus em seu corpo e dando tapas em seu peito e rosto.

jimin tirou o caralho duro da sua boca, e você encaixou no pau de seokjin, observando de lado enquanto jimin começava a se masturbar.

yoongi estava em sua mão direita, você acariciando as bolas dele.

era um pouco demais, a violência com qual entravam na sua garganta fazendo lágrimas sairem dos seus olhos, ás vezes você batia na coxa dos seus amigos para fazê-los pararem um pouco para você respirar, e bastava você puxar o ar uma vez que eles se enfiavam ali de novo no mesmo ritmo agressivo.

a sensação era muito mais agradável pelo ambiente do que pelo ato sexual em si, já que você mal conseguia chupar os paus, toda vez que alguém entrava e saía da sua boca.

“acho que essa vadia estúpida é muito gananciosa,até agora não engasgou com meu pau” namjoon reclamou, fazendo você soltar o pau de seokjin e hoseok que estavam em sua boca, quando os dois saíram, uma quantidade absurda de saliva escorreu você, vazando pelo seu corpo e até mesmo pelo chão da sala, foi humilhante, mas você não teve muito tempo para pensar assim que namjoon agarrou seu cabelo e fez seu nariz tocar a pélvis dele.

e então yoongi e jungkook se juntaram a ele, esfregando as bolas em seu rosto enquanto você abria a boca e aceitava de bom grado tudo o que eles lhe deram.

"você parece uma vadia no cio, tentando chupar todos esses paus quando claramente não consegue!" yoongi reclamou.

e isso desencadeou uma série de humilhações.

“boca inutíl, não serve nem chupar pau direito!” jimin disse.

“tenho vergonha de dizer que essa boca tocou meu pau.” seokjin disse enquanto enterrava a garganta em seu pau, fazendo você tossir e chorar.

"o único buraco bom em você é sua boceta." namjoon disse logo após cuspir em você, encorajando os outros seis a fazerem o mesmo.

você apenas sentia eles cuspirem em você, as vezes ao mesmo tempo, as vezes esperando, foram segundos que pareceram eternidades de cuspes e mais cuspes desferidos em todo seu corpo.

por mais que te xingassem e humilhassem, você nunca se sentiu tão bem, a sensação de ter sete homens em círculo ao seu redor era inexplicável.

e quando hoseok saiu da boca só para gozar, você se sentiu ainda melhor.

o esperma dele caindo pelo seu rosto e seios, misturando-se com o de jimin e taehyung que vieram logo depois, seu corpo ainda mais pegajoso.

“nossa putinha, tão nojenta, putinha de uso livre, obrigado, Jungkook” taehyung brincou, agarrando seu cabelo.

você voltou com o pau do namjoon na boca, engasgando e tossindo várias vezes enquanto ele fodia sua boca com uma força ainda maior do que costumava fazer em seus outros buracos.

“namorar o jungkook te deixou burra, caralho? essa boca inutil não faz nada certo!” namjoon gritou, puxando o pau para fora de sua garganta apenas para cuspir um fio grosso de saliva em sua boca e bater em seu rosto.

sua cara cheia de esperma de outros caras gozando enquanto você ainda chupava o namjoon foi o que fez seu namorado gozar na sua cara, deixando o pau grande do namjoon um pouco sujo de esperma também.

“seja útil pelo menos um pouco e me faça gozar nessa garganta” yoongi ordenou.

você colocou o pau de yoongi de volta em sua boca, chupando o dele e o de namjoon enquanto eles te fodiam, e você viu estrelas quando juntos eles encheram sua garganta, tão cheia a ponto de vazar de sua boca mesmo que você tentasse engolir.

você goza, sem nenhum estímulo além da humilhação e dos jatos de porra no seu corpo.

você estava uma bagunça, todo o seu corpo e o chão da sala são uma mistura de lágrimas, esperma e saliva. e você ainda estava molhado pra caralho.

"você quer ajuda com ela?" seus amigos ofereceram, depois de vestir suas roupas e ver que você estava completamente destruído.

“relaxem,” jungkook agradeceu. “eu cuido da minha princesa.”

e então os outros seis caminharam até você, dando-lhe um beijo cuidadoso na boca antes de serem conduzidos até a porta.

[mymuseagustd]

#3 Different Worlds

Yoongi & Y/N have the night of their dreams, but Yoongi doesn’t call after, and Y/N’s been advised to not want more by Jimin. 

Pairing: Yoongi x female reader, and Manager Jimin

Genre: IdolAU / Angst / heavy smut 

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: Explicit language / Unprotected Sex and the lots.

Word count: 5.5K+

NOTE: Reworked something I had written for another fandom, but it’s so much better now! Drop me a message for your thoughts! 

I hope you enjoy this! 

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"Lie down f'me, will ya?" he pressed down, his palm flat on my stomach, as his lips went down my neck and then, chest making me giggle. "What's funny?" He mouthed, pouting with his face between the valley of my breasts.

I can't place when I finally decided that I was a fan of open-mouthed kisses down my neck, but him doing that, right now with his other hand holding my hair tight and tipping it back for him to control was divination. I was sure I would commit my life to this, giving up everything to be here, this close to him if he promised, he would never stop.

"Tickles," I giggled again, as he brought his lips back to mine.

"So," he paused, sitting up. He was in his boxers, and I was down to my underwear, and I'm not sure, how we dropped our clothes down so fast. It was so steamy for sure, but it was very funny as well, since he had been making me laugh so loud before he kissed me, which I now realize or he did, is a brilliant way to get me to do anything.

It was only the second time I had met him, and he was a step ahead of me. Pre-empting my movements, moving my body to match his steps in the direction he wanted, moulding me against him, I couldn't tell if the next step was my decision or his.

I sat up on my elbows, my boobs out on display because they were the assets I depended on in these situations. His eyes kept flickering onto them, then my eyes, and my lips, "we can stop," He licked his lips and then met my eyes.

"But we took off all our clothes," I let out a little whine.

"I like where your brains at," he winked.

If the kisses down my neck were heaven, his tongue licking around, flicking my clit was hell. I would want to be buried in this hell forever. He knew what he was doing clearly, making me question the shit I did to myself to get me off. His fingers went in and out of me while he sucked so diligently, "gotta loosen you up, pet, if we want this party to go anywhere, s'fuckin tight, it's insane," he kept working on me while my moans reached the zone of downright whimpering. It would've been embarrassing if my brain could process anything at this point. His hands kept a tight hold on my legs as he worked on getting his third finger in, "doing so well baby, so good f'me." You couldn't tell me what pushed me off - his words, his fingers or his tongue, but I fell apart so quick in his hands.

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"Yoongi, wake up!" She heard Jimin's voice first before she saw him. Her head was still on Yoongi's chest, their bodies wrapped together after the events of last night. His arm pinned her entirely to his body, making it difficult for her to turn around, missing the opportunity to fix herself before Jimin could enter the room and stop in his tracks - which he did. Their clothes were all over the room, tossed around but making a straight line to the bed, but Jimin's eyes were on her, wide, in evident shock.

She turned her head around to look at Yoongi waking up as well, acknowledging Jimin, and then her, is his arms. His sleepy face smiled at her and placed a kiss on her forehead. "G'mornin," he whispered, like a secret just for her.

"What the fuck, are you guys doing!?" Jimin yelled, breaking the moment. "What are YOU doing, Yoongi?" Yoongi looked at him in confusion. "Wait, a sec! What the fuck are you STILL doing here, Y/N? You have to be in the office in," he looked at his watch, "30 minutes, Y/N!"

"Oh fuck!" She got up fast, but Yoongi's arms pulled her back into the bed and then covered her with the duvet. She looked at him in question, as his eyes went down her chest and stared back at her with eyebrows raised. "Oh, shit, I'm naked." She giggled.

Jimin groaned, walking around the room, collecting her clothes and throwing them on the bed. "This is unbelievable. Absolutely ridiculous!" Jimin went on as Yoongi sat up straight and kissed her shoulder, giggling, distracting her all over again. "Oh my god Y/N, get off the bed! He doesn't employ you!"

"Oh fuck!" she snapped and quickly wore the T-shirt thrown in front of her. Placing a kiss on Yoongi's cheek, she collected all her clothes and bolted towards the bathroom. She was almost late to her new job as the Marketing Manager's meeting with the entire Valentino team and extended stakeholders after the main shoot, something she had been stressing out about all week to Jimin.

Back in the room, Jimin's cross face met Yoongi's with questionable anger, "what the fuck happened?"

Yoongi smiled big and fell back on his pillows, "I had the best night ever!"

—

Her eyes were on my chest as she concentrated diligently for a second before she dipped her head down, running her tongue on my nipple and then holding on to it, sucking. Did she know that I loved teasing 'em a bit when I was alone because it was something that always had me going instantly, not that my cock needed much help at this point, in the night, not anymore after I had her, bare, in front of me.

Her pausing my lips on hers and then choosing to pleasure me made me feel all warm, a bit fuzzy in my head and chest. Her sweet lips moved across to the other side, and my eyes rolled back as I felt her hands go down on me. She licked down straight down my abs, her eyes flicking up to meet mine before she placed a kiss right at the centre and went down on me.

I'm not sure how the night led us here. Or could I ever place a bet on this goddess in front of me, her hands handling me like I was all she could see. She was a charmer when she spoke to people at the shoot, commanding it, leading it so, she was seen and heard, but I could tell she was shy when it turned into an intimate setting at the after-party in the hotel. This side of hers, however, had me in complete awe. She was on her knees, pulling her long hair all to one side, "we can stop, you know?" she repeated my line, her lips in a smirk, knowing she had me in her palms and was slowly killing me.

"No, umm, no, please," I begged quickly, and she gave me the sweetest smile before grabbing me out of my boxers and putting me in her mouth. So eager, as her tongue licked down on the side, her hands holding me tight, making my toes curl. She stroked and flicked, working so hard, I couldn't help my hands going down to her face and removing her hair from her face, "so pretty," I moaned.

She brought one arm up, and collected her hair in a grip, placing them in my palms as she licked down, humming slightly, making me shiver. I could feel her mouth salivate before she went back again taking me in as far as she could. I couldn't help making my grip tighter around her hair, as her mouth was around me, vibrating with my praise.

I crashed back down on the bed, getting up instantly as the pleasure drove me a bit crazy. Her lips were tight, she held still, and her eyes met mine as I held her head and fucked her mouth. I was done within the next few seconds. She took all of me in, before pulling me out of her mouth and wiping her chin. I know what sin looks like.

—

Jimin placed the takeaway package on the table, which she knew had her favourite burger. She's sure he found out that she hadn't eaten anything since the morning was hectic meeting all the stakeholders for the next steps. Min Yoongi, the world's biggest rapper/model, had been brought on board as the brand ambassador just a week before her joining, and her role managed his entire presence with the brand. Jimin, Yoongi's manager, was a close friend of Y/N's since college, so when the opportunity arose to work together, she didn't decline.

Though right now, it made sense for Jimin to get her fed before he discussed last night's events with her.

"Thank you! I have been starving. All I drank was that god-awful coffee, and I thought Paris was known for this," She hugged him before grabbing the packet from his hands. They walked out to the balcony of her current office, and she sat on the table while Jimin looked at the view.

"What happened last night, Y/N?" He asked, and she stopped eating.

"Yoongi didn't tell you?" She asked.

"No, I'm asking what happened to you? You're smarter than this! So much more intelligent than anyone I know! Gosh, you're the smartest person I know! Why did you agree to this?" He asked her, his eyes bewildered, making her get how serious he was.

"It was sex, Jimin. A lot of people have sex. Before they have anything else, you know," she tried debating.

"Yeah, but you like him. Y/N! He has been your prime crush for what 8 years! Since before we met, you've followed his work! I know you like him a lot! So, I don't get why you would agree to something meaningless-"

"He said it was meaningless?" She looked up in shock, making Jimin realize she didn't know how it worked in Min Yoongi's world.

"He didn't say that," He sighed, sitting down to see a girl who was clearly having her heartbreak in front of him. She pushed the food away.

"So what did he say?" she crossed her arms, sitting back in her chair.

"He said he had the best night ever," Jimin replied.

"So, that is good, right?" She asked, trying to understand.

"No, because Yoongi doesn't work like that. I've known him for what – two years? He is a proper gentleman, Y/N. If he likes a girl, he will always ask her to dinner first! Literally, even if he has the opportunity to fuck, he would skip that and take the girl out before he moves forward. He waited 2 months to ask a woman out once cause he really wanted her," Jimin explained, and it was all making sense to her. "For those, he doesn't want anything with –"

"He has one-night stands and never dates," she said out loud. "I was the one-night stand," she said, finally understanding the situation and Jimin's worry for his friend.

"I thought you'd know. We spoke about this, remember? Thought you wouldn't put your heart out like that. He doesn't mean bad, you know. He is a great guy. Just his world functions differently than yours. Than mine, even, and I'm with him 24/7 almost. It is different for him." Jimin sat down in front of her, and held her hand. "Listen to me, I don't think you should expect anything, okay? You're like my baby, I would hate for you to get hurt here."

"Yeah, I know," Y/n pouted, placing her hand on top of his, trying to stop her tears cause she had hope. She had hoped that he would call her after work today and ask her out, which clearly, Jimin wants her to drop. "I'm just shutting down all my hopes."

"You should see them, Y/N. His life functions a lot differently, you know. And he keeps away from them most of the time. But, he recently got out of a messy breakup, and you should see the women around him all the time, Y/N. They are not-"

"Not idols or models like me," She stated.

"They get paid to look that way, Y/N. And you, my girl, will be the greatest CEO the world has seen, so you need to get your priorities straight. I want you to stay focused on this. This job is a great opportunity, and you know your mark here, your work with him is going to define the next step for you," Jimin knew Y/Ns ambition, he knew what her goals in life were, and she had more than a year to work directly with Min Yoongi.

"Also, you aren't less than anyone, for that matter. Have you looked at yourself?" Jimin wanted to make sure he kept her confidence up. "But, you don't want to be a fling for a guy you have admired for so long. We both have looked up to him. If it was anyone else, I would have said, good for you!" Jimin yelled out loud.

"Good for you?" Y/N smiled.

"Yeah! But not for Yoongi. I know you'd get super connected, and he wouldn't want any of it. It's not worth that heartbreak, honey," Jimin got up and kissed your forehead. "Eat up! Don't be sad. It was a great night, right? Let's stop here, okay? Okay?" She nodded, and he smiled. "Alright, give me a hug, I need to go to the rehearsal. We are leaving tomorrow morning!"

In her heart, she did wait all evening and the entire night for Yoongi to text her. Maybe a hey, or a what's up. She was his Marketing Manager, so, he definitely, knew he would be seeing more of her. She was curious if he had her number, but he had Jimin. And she was Jimin's friend, so he could get her number, so that was a manageable boulder to cross. But, there was no text, e-mail, or missed call. And she tried to put all her feelings in a closed box because they were leaving for Korea in the morning and then, it'll be too late for anything after he left.

—

An orgasm each later, they had ordered a hot chocolate truffle cake to be delivered to the hotel room. One piece cause Yoongi wasn't allowed sugar, and Y/N couldn't eat an entire one. So, they sat cross-legged, naked with a piece of cake between them and one spoon, which he alternated with bites. He was enticing her, with his slow bites, not as if she wasn't playing along. "This is the best cake," she said. And Yoongi moved forward, licking the corner of her mouth for some chocolate, "It definitely is," he agreed, his smile reaching his eyes.

"Your hair touches your belly," Yoongi pulled on a strand as she kept the plate away.

"I know! That's how I measure its length! If it crosses my boobs, it's long!" she said, making him laugh.

"I want to paint you, in color, like this," He said, playing with her hair.

"Or you could paint on me? You know, the skin is the best canvas? I could be your masterpiece!" With that, he kissed her again. Holding her face in both his palms, climbing on top of her to get her close to him. All he wanted right now, at this moment, was to get her as close to him as possible. To have their skins stuck together, so he could hold and breathe her in. He was so in awe of her, so deep in admiration and now lust, that his mind was clouded with everything he wanted to do to her.

"Can I-" he asked, not being able to form a proper sentence against her lips, as her hand pulled his body on top of her. His fingers went down on her to check if she was still in it, and she was, "drippin' jus f'me aren't ya," he mumbled, slipping two fingers inside her, making her moan and nod her head. From something hilarious and casual, it escalated to hot and sexy.

This had been them all night. She was all laughs, down at the hotel's bar as well, surrounded by the team and other celebrities he couldn't care enough to socialize with right now. He had been into her from the minute she had introduced herself and casually chatted with him when Jimin introduced her. He had spoken about her so much, and she was more impressive as she took him and his team through the new strategy and what the shoot would represent. They returned to his hotel bar for the after-chill session, and he was keen on keeping her close since the minute she entered the bar.

Usually, it was Jimin who took care of her, as she was his friend. But, from the five times she had met him and the last two times when she had actually had a conversation with him and spoken to him about his work, and made him discuss his thoughts behind one song from his second album, he always thought no one really considered, and from all the times he had heard Jimin praise the girl, all he wanted was to know her better.

He didn't have too many expectations, knowing her schedule was as hectic as his, if not more. She was hard working, which he loved, and what he loved through the night was how she could keep up a conversation with everyone she met. Yoongi still kept her close and made her meet different people just so, he could move through people but also move with her.

A few hours later, as the party winded down, the wind got worse, and then rain took over, he knew Y/N was stuck in the hotel, so he asked the hotel manager to get her a room so she didn't have to share with anyone, not even Jimin who he considered to be one of his closest. It would have been also been too soon to call her into his. Not that he wasn't with her right now. He had only accompanied her to the seventeenth floor, thanking the universe that his room was also, at the same floor. This floor also, had a glass lobby from where you could see the entire city. And, when she asked if he wanted to see the rain with her, he agreed in a heartbeat.

Did he intend to take her to his room? No. He didn't plan it and didn't plan his room being the first, closest to the lobby. He just, wanted to know her better, and talk to her, make her laugh as he was and discuss things he hadn't known about before, which they were doing, along with having another round of the whisky he had quickly fetched from his room.

They were more drunk than, tipsy like before, and he was making her laugh so loud about something so stupid. He couldn't help but adore the moment, making him wrap his hand around her neck and bring her lips closer to his. And not stop, and they didn't stop until he picked her up, and got her to stand in front of his room.

"Oh no, I never do this," she had said, giggling. But, they were already in the room, and no one was stopped each other after they kissed again.

Y/N moaned, as Yoongi kissed her again and groped her ass, bringing her body closer to his. He paused and turned around to go towards the health kit, they always kept in this room, "what happened?" she asked, her hair all messy, and the red straps of her dress falling off her shoulders, that he took a few seconds to recalibrate his brain to process his thoughts.

"Condom. Umm, fuck, I don't think I have any – lemme call room serv-" He went towards the phone.

"Umm, we might not need any. I've got an IUD, and I'm clean. I don't mind just this once if you're too,"

"Just this once, then?" he asked, and she nodded eagerly, smiling so wide. "You're driving me crazy…."

—

To say Y/N was not upset was wrong.

But, Y/N was mature as well. So, what if she had sex with her favorite artist, who she had admired for so long. Mind-blowing sex. Sex which she wanted to play on repeat, because she found out her fucking vibrator sucked, cause she was still thinking of him, but now she had, actually had him! But, nothing was going to happen and, she had work to do, so she kept her mind off it, which meant she worked her ass off. She also said no to any dates being offered, which was the correct thing to do because, she didn't want any distractions.

It had been more than a month, and the team was back in town, and she was due to meet them for the show. It went quicker than she thought, and she didn't have to directly speak to Yoongi at all, except see his final look which had her stumble a bit, making her knees wobbly before she scolded her self to be professional. They went directly to the hotel after, as she wrapped the show and was on her way to meet the team. Jimin who had brought her back some of her favourite chocolate, had insisted he wanted her to meet his date, which she could not miss. "We are all in this massive suite, and we brought the bar up, so just come here," Jimin yelled on the phone backed by loud music. Y/N planned to leave quickly. An hour at max cause she had to network and show her face to her boss as well.

She did try to look her best, though. Yoongi might have a variety of men and women around him at all times, wanting his attention, but she was also, not going to give up on herself because of that. But, she had kept it casual so, she wore a dress she had recently bought which was casual enough, but a little sexy as well, as the slit cut up to her thigh.

She walked in and they all yelled in cheer, making her laugh! She hugged everyone, or the three close people to where she strategized she would stand, far away from Yoongi, who was getting his pictures taken. Not that he wasn't already looking at her. He was, and his eyes crossed her entire body, proving that the dress did her well. To add to his torture, she turned around innocently, talking to the waiter behind her, asking for a glass of water with ice, so he could see her back, which was covered in just one knot down at the lower bottom, and two wide straps on her side, keeping it completely uncovered, with her hair tucked on one side in front of her.

Yoongi gulped, swallowing the ice in his drink as his prick shot up. She knew what she was doing, right? He had thought about her every day since he last saw her. Got off on his memories of her from the night, all through the month. Only he had refrained from contacting her because, after that incredible night, he wanted to talk to her in person.

She deserved him in person and not through a call or text where he could only tell her that he was off catching a plane and wouldn't see her till the next month. He worried that a call like that would demean her and dilute their amazing evening together. He was sure, he could maintain their connection if he spoke to her in person. After 2 days, he realized that not contacting her was a jackass thing to do, and even a text telling her that he wants to see her soon, but had to leave for Korea immediately for work would have been better than nothing, which is precisely what he had done.

He had planned his talk with her tonight. He went over it in his head a few times to have multiple scenarios sorted for every response she gave him.

He was going to give her flowers first which, were somewhere in the next room, and ask for an apology because not contacting her was wrong, but he would explain to her – explain his thought process and his intentions of wanting to keep her. Explain that he was shy. He was more shy than confident. And she made him nervous, nervous because he really liked her. He really really liked her and wanted it to be perfect with her, perfect for her, and that night was perfect, but so impulsive and not thought out like he always did. He always thought things through. But, she made him impulsive and he loved that, he wanted to know this side of him more with her, wanted to learn more about this side of her with him

Did he make her heart race like she did his, with just her voice? Or if she spent the last few weeks rethinking every moment of the night he could remember and replay it again and again and again, not believing how perfect it was, how absolutely amazing it was, and how he wanted all her future with him.

She turned around, and got talking to her boss, not paying attention to Yoongi at all. She thanked Jimin for her her massive stash of chocolate which she said she needed for weeks ahead of her. A while later, she felt fingers on her back, fingers which she could recognize by the feel of how they moved on her back, touching and setting fire on her skin.

"Hi," She heard him whisper against her ear. She took a breath in, turned around, took a step back, and gave him a one-shoulder hug. Her eyes went to his neckpiece and why the hell was he so hot?

"Hey!" she quickly said, "thank you for coming for the show, I think, it was a great launch!" she was the manager right now, and he gulped, knowing he had messed up his perfect moment with her. He prayed she'd hear him through.

She could see the fear on his face, and she didn't understand it. Yoongi could also, feel Jimin's eyes on them. He had a good conversation with Yoongi about the kind of girl Y/N was, never hinting at his conversation with Y/N about him. But Jimin had made it clear. Y/N was a relationship girl, and Yoongi had thanked the lords that she was.

"Can we talk?" He asked.

"Yes, sure," she said nodding, giving him her best professional smile, and waiting to hear from him.

"In private?" He said, pointing towards the exit.

"Oh-h, I-I..Umm okay," she said, and followed him out. "What can I help you with?" She asked as Yoongi took hold of her hand, and took her into the adjacent suite, walking further into it, "Yoongi,  I can't see-" and the lights went up, and she blinked, looking at him with a red rose in his hand, and turned around the see the entire room filled with flowers of different kinds. The whole room was covered with flowers, and it felt like she was in a garden. "What is this?" she said, giggling as she took the rose from him. He took her hand, bringing her closer to him.

"An apology. I'm not very good at this stuff so, umm – and nervous. Uh, so nervous," she waited, looking at him in adoration cause nothing could prepare her for this. "I'm sorry I didn't come and meet you in the evening that day, or call or do anything that would help you understand this in the last month. But, I kept thinking how you deserve me in person, and I'll ruin it all if I called that, I didn't end up doing it. And, I realize how wrong I was and I'm sure that the impression I've made of me on you, but…"

—

"I think, you're an angel sent f'me," he spoke against her thighs.

"Yoongi, s'sweet for me," She moaned, as she tried holding his hands, to control her anticipation. He was all ready for her, and so big that she knew it would hurt. But, she wanted this, she wanted nothing else than for him to be in her. And like he could hear her thoughts, he pressed down slowly, taking it real slow, as he bent forward, coming near her face. She could see his eyes close shut, as she felt him go deeper gasping, "so big," she groaned, taking deep breaths.

"Am I?" He kissed her neck, as he slowly moved out from her, knowing it would hurt her more. She was glad for it, cause it felt so intense, and he felt so much warmer. He could feel her pulse. she was so warm and slick for him, asking him to slowly speed up, all the while falling apart in his arms, that he didn't know what he deserved to have her tonight.

He kept asking if she was okay, and she kept asking for more, making him pull her closer and biting her shoulder so he could stop from coming too soon and give her the best of him that night. He turned her towards her side, holding her leg up, knowing he could go deeper like that as he held her tight to his body.

"Come for me…" He whispered to her, and she bit her lip and arched her back, pushing her head into the bed. He felt her cum around him, before he filled her up in deep, pushing further in, making sure she'd leak of him all day tomorrow. He pulled out of her, and fell onto her side, pulling her close and kissing her again.

"Water?" He asked after a minute, and she laughed, saying yes. They made sure to strip the sheets, and call for another duvet, before they climbed in, exhausted, falling asleep next to each other.

—

"Okay, you've earned yourself a chance," she said, after he tried explaining all his reasons for his delay. He repeated himself three times, nervous she would say no. "It's okay," he felt her palm on his cheek, as she asked him to take a deep breath.

"It's okay, but I need to know what you want from this?" She asked, as they sat down between the garden of flowers he had created for her. Yoongi thought he had made himself clear?

He wanted her.

"A date. A d-date to start off with, umm, actually, I have planned –" he wanted to tell her that he had planned the next day to be spent with just him. Spoken to her team, and designed a work/pleasure day which they didn't need to know, but got cut off when her phone rang."

She picked it up, "Hold on, who is making a fuss?" She spoke. "I'm at the hotel with the team. Can't this be handled tomorrow? Okay, no, don't let him go. I'll be there in a bit." she cut the call.

"I'm sorry, the Grazia collection has a dress missing, and the designer is looking for it. Tell me what you were saying?" She asked.

"You've to go?" He asked.

"They will cause a fire if there isn't one if I don't handle it," She nodded. "Finish what you were saying?"

"Oh, date, the whole day, with me, tomorrow. I have it all planned, so, will you come?" He asked, with his eyes so big, she couldn't fathom saying anything but yes.

And she wanted to say yes, instantly, but, something about different worlds of his and her, came crashing in from her conversation with Jimin. "Yoongi,  there is nothing else I would want more, but-"

"But," he gulped.

"You know, Jimin told me, after I was heartbroken, that our worlds are so different. And I would always want a relationship. Like a proper chance at something solid. I don't mind the travel, the distance, everything else which comes in, if I have t-that. But, can you give me that? Cause I would fall for you in a second, Yoongi. You don't have to even try, but I don't want to if I can't have this, have you completely –"

"My world isn't different from yours, Y/N," He stopped her. "It's just me. It's just me in a suitcase. It's me, in a suitcase in different cities. It's just this, so if you can have me. I'm all yours –" It took a second for her to take this in and then nod before jumping into his arms, kissing him, and holding him so tight.

All was good before her phone rang again. "I'll see you tomorrow?" She nodded. "Will you promise to wear something like this tomorrow, too?" He kissed her cheek.

"Yup. Call me?" she pushed his shoulder, and he laughed. "Okay! You made my night, Mr Min," and he pulled her in for another kiss before she ran out.

---

I hope you enjoyed this one! I’m getting into the groove of this. 

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Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

Silver lips

❒ pairing: Jungkook x 8thmember!OC

❒ genre: Spicy allusion; not actually spicy

❒ words: 1.3k

❒ summary: In which Chaeri has an incredible urge to be the first to kiss her ex-boyfriend who has just had his lip pierced

❒ notes: Bold and Italic at the same time indicates a sentence said in English. | Read part two here -> Silver lips pt2

❒ warnings: minor references of dom!jungkook / jealous!jungkook

CHAERI'S MASTERLIST

Takes place during the events of the American Music Awards 2021

Two years.  Two years since she had performed for the last time in front of a crowd of fans. Two years since Jungkook and her stopped being a couple. Two of the most important things in her life ripped away from her at close quarters. And everything had come to a standstill, her existence stuck at a point where the only emotions rising were loneliness and anger.

At that moment, however, sprawled out on the couch in their dressing room and still full of energy after having spent one of the best nights in years, it seemed to her that the world was slowly putting the pieces back in their place, making sense again and giving her gratification. She felt alive.

"I'm beggin', beggin' you"  There were songs from that night that definitely had stuck in her head "I'm on my knees when I'm beggin' 'cause I don't want to lose you"

A dark head turned to her side. They were left alone in that room. Was that also a sign from the universe? Could it really be that it - the universe - was being gentle with her that night, after kicking her ass for those years before? Well, surely that Armand de Brignac she was sipping lightened her thoughts enough not to ask herself too many questions, neither to hide her obvious desire to keep her eyes glued on him.

He had become so 'manly' in a brief time. She would notice whenever she was beside him looking at his sharp jawline, his no longer teenage gaze, the countless tattoos on his body and that damn lip piercing. God. That's what it made him look like. The god of sins and impure thoughts. Actually, the only one with impure thoughts at this point was none other than her.

She poured additional alcohol into her glass. A whole bottle of champagne and she had almost finished it. She was an adult and they were in America, was there anyone who could stop her?

She leaned forward, letting the dress she had used for Butter's performance slip down her thighs, covering the skin that until a second ago was clearly showing. "I didn't get the chance to ask you" She swirled the liquid in the goblet "And I'm pretty curious. How does it feel to kiss with that?" Her eyes dropped to his lips. She had a damn mouth that she couldn't keep under control, yet she always claimed it as her best feature.

Jungkook's gaze first moved from her eyes until it slid down her entire body, as if pondering his reply in the process. "I haven't had a chance to try yet.”

Oh, that was just what Chaeri wanted to hear him say.  With the excitement of the performance still in her veins, mixed with everything she had been drinking, nothing seemed wrong at that moment.

Not as if it was the first time this had ever happened. During those years they'd been having occasions in which they'd fallen into old habits but... nothing could ever go back to the way it was before. But for that night it seemed fine. For that night she just wanted to live without thinking about the morning after, when they would go back to being nice and polite towards each other and nothing more.

"Well, don't you think I deserve to be the first to try it out?" Chaeri got up from the sofa, her feet relieved of their uncomfortable shoes tens of minutes earlier. The parquet under her toes was frozen but she felt warm all over. She could tell from his eyes that he was far from relaxed too but, as always, he let her make the first move.

So innocent yet so manipulative.

Did he think she was unaware of what he was doing? The way he had been teasing her from afar since he had added that jewel to his lips did not go unnoticed. Playing with it with his teeth and tongue every damn minute of the day made her life not easy. She saw his lips curve into a cocky grin, not at all surprised by the offer received. What happened to that adorable boy, too shy even to smile at her, she met long time ago?

"Do you think I'm your toyboy?" 

"Do you think I don't see how you like being my toyboy?"

He caught his lips between his teeth, containing a laugh.

Patience was never one of the girl's traits, let alone when drunk, let alone with Jungkook in front of her. She took a few steps forward, joining him at the chair on which he was manspreading. She didn't overthink it when she decided to sit on one of his legs. Such a natural gesture despite the fact that she hadn't done it for quite some time

"I don't remember saying yes to you"

"Not yet"

"And what makes you expect I’ll accept?"

"Do I really need to point this out to you? I guess you can get there on your own"

She smiled victoriously when she saw him lose his smirky face for a second. The boy was aroused and couldn't hide it.

"Nothing but a Toyboy," she whispered in his ear, letting a chuckle escape her lips. She laid a hand on his chest, not moving her face away from his.

How she loved to put him on the edge. The hell 'nothing but a toyboy', the girl was definitely madly still in love.

"You know" she persisted "Since women have more than one I should give you a nickname, so that you are unique and original compared to the others" She was enjoying herself far too much and trying to make him jealous was just the icing on the cake "You will be Silver lips, toyboy number 5”

She was barely able to finish the sentence because Jungkook suddenly grabbed her hips, pushing her even more towards him, his face livid with annoyance at the girl's words. Although he knew it wasn't true, the thought of sharing her, even if she was no longer his, was driving him mad.

'Do all your boyfriends know how to tame you? Cause one thing I know is that it's the only way to make someone interesting in your eyes" He took her chin between the fingers of his tattooed hand "Send them to me, I’ll teach them skills. I can clearly see that you are unsatisfied if you are so desperate for me”

She couldn't say she wasn't waiting for his rough tone of voice and mannerisms. She had been pushing for this side of him to come out since the beginning of the night.

She felt like squeezing her legs together to contain her growing enthusiasm.  Having such a dominant temperament in everyday life probably made her develop this desire to be tamed in intimacy. A desire that Jungkook always fulfilled.

He raised an eyebrow, again entertained. He was catching all the signals Chaeri's body was sending.

"You no longer say a word?"

She cleared her throat before speaking "I don't want to talk any more."

"You want me to kiss you"

"Yes"

"Take it yourself"

And she didn't let him tell her twice.

I think I could either do a second part or end it like this. I don’t know it yet ۵ Pandora

Bonus* Chaeri's dress of the night | Butter performance at AMAs 2021

[bangtaninborderland]

JHS: Twisted feelings Series Masterlist

Summary: After working at an award show for 2 years everything had become normal, idols were no longer exciting to see, performances became dull and every day blended together, that was until an unexpected man asked for your help.

Warnings: eventual smut

Genre: idol au, strangers to lovers, angst, fluff, smut, ft ot7

Tag list: comment to be added!

Updates: 1 chapter a week!

𝙊𝙉𝙀 ⇒ 𝙏𝙒𝙊 ⇒ 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙀𝙀 ⇒ FOUR ⇒ FIVE ⇒ SIX ⇒

SEVEN ⇒ EIGHT ⇒ NINE ⇒ TEN ⇒ ELEVEN ⇒

TWELVE ⇒ THIRTEEN ⇒ FOURTEEN ⇒

FIFTEEN ⇒ SIXTEEN ⇒ SEVENTEEN ⇒

EIGHTEEN ⇒ NINETEEN ⇒ TWENTY ⇒

TWENTY ONE ⇒ TWENTY TWO ⇒

TWENTY THREE ⇒ TWENTY FOUR ⇒

TWENTY FIVE ⇒ TWENTY SIX ⇒

TWENTY SEVEN ⇒ TWENTY EIGHT ⇒

TWENTY NINE ⇒ THIRTY ⇒ EPILOGUE

[sickly-seesaw]

scrolling through the 5000+ likes to find that one fic i read when i first joined tumblr and it fucking crashes 💔💔💔

p.s it’s a fanfic that idol!yoongi is at a store looking for hair dye and reader stumbles into him. they help him find a hair dye that suits him and then they go to their house and they dye it for him if anyone knows this fic plz tell me 🙏🙏🙏

[sweetwolfcupcake]

Steel Blue: The Breaking

Shades of Obsession

Steel Blue Masterlist

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Yandere Yoongi x Original Character

The following day had started unexpectedly to say the least. Holly had put it on herself to cook breakfast every day before she and Yoongi left for their respective workplaces. But she woke up to an empty bedside and the aroma of freshly made breakfast wafting through the drawing room and kitchen.

“Yoongi?” 

She had not even expected him to be there. Yoongi, whom she had come to know over the years with him, had the tendency to avoid confrontation, especially after any upsetting argument- it was his way of maintaining peace. 

So she was surprised, to say the least when she found him in the kitchen, making breakfast. 

“Oh, hi-good morning. Why don’t you freshen us, I’m almost done.” he turned to her and responded like it was an everyday occurrence.

Like things were not going downhill.

But she chose not to say a word and simply oblige. She did not even remember when she fell asleep last night. She had gotten straight home and then under the covers with the hope that by the time Yoongi would be home, she would be fast asleep. And it worked- because she had cried her way back to the apartment and then to her sleep.

And now she was simply tired.

Every time Holly saw him, all she could think of was how he revealed his thoughts regarding their engagement. And every time she looked at the gleaming diamond sitting on her finger, her heart ached.

The morning routine went by in monotony anyway. 

Breakfast on the table was dominated by silence. Though Yoongi did speak, occasionally showing interest in her colleagues and work projects, it was mostly white noise to Holly’s senses.

The day went by, and the next, and the following days.

He wanted to put effort, Holly could not unsee that- even if she wanted to. She was simply too tired and dismayed to respond. She was in Seoul because she had requested a transfer to the Seoul branch of the multinational company she worked in. She was about to complete her fourth year there and every time she realised that she was reminded of all the hollow dreams she had naively woven.

She returned to an empty apartment- nothing unusual for her anymore. Yet this time, the emptiness made her contemplate the most. It was like being a silent spectator when all the memories played in her mind. 

She ran her fingers through the shirt she had gifted him- black looked exceptionally good on him. She loved it when he wore black, especially with the Rolex watch that would gleam under expensive chandeliers. Paired with spectacles and he would be a sight to behold- too attractive to take her eyes off him.

She imagined him walking through the door in the exact getup, as he had done on their first date since she had moved to Seoul. 

Holly smiled, remembering the passionate night that had followed. She had stayed that night with him- and she could swear that there was no other home she wished to be in at that time. Yet, looking at how things turned up.

She could not help but bring the shirt closer and smell it. And though it smelled like all the freshly washed clothes in the closet- to her, it also smelt like all the beautiful moments they had spent together and the memories they shared.

And finally, the dam broke. Pitiful but0 unburdening sobs escaped her mouth as she sunk to the floor, her tears melting in the shirt, disappearing into the darkness. 

—------

 He could see it- the love of his life slipping from his fingers like fine sand- and each passing moment brought him closer to a confrontation Yoongi knew was inevitable. It was like something changed after that night after he finally confessed his truest thoughts about their engagement. 

Yoongi noticed how she would not play with the ring on his finger that much. In fact, she did not play with his hands that often. The nights of chatting in the dark became far in between. All of this had happened in just a week. 

The drastic change turned him even more desperate to save their relationship because no matter how rare his love confessions were, or what he thought regarding their engagement. He loved Holly Wilson with all of his heart. And he loved her enough to see a future with her. He loved her with all of his heart and every inch of his physical self and beyond. He loved her. He really did but it was a like a glass wall had appeared between them. No matter what he did, or said his actions, his message did not seem to reach her.

And this was exactly what was happening at the dinner at an expensive restaurant that had perfect privacy for them. On every rare occasion they could dine out together, in peace, they always would have so much to talk about. But this time, it was silence. And Yoongi was not familiar with the strange, uncomfortable silence.

He paid for the meal and began to drive home with Holly in the passenger seat. But it was like a switch flipped and he drove the car into a secluded road. He noticed her frown, but the lack of a verbal question ticked him off. Quickly parking the car on the side of the road, he turned to her.

“Why didn’t you question me?”

“What?” she was visibly confused and clueless.

“I took a wrong turn and you did not even mention it?”

“You drove through that path a hundred times, Yoongi, I thought you would know.”

“So? So you would not point it out to me?”

“What is this coming from?”

Yoongi looked away and fought back the tears stinging his eyes. Leaning against his seat, he let out a deep, anguished breath and shook his head.

“I’m sorry.” he gulped, feeling his voice cracking “I am so, sorry. I messed up. I know I…But I can’t take this anymore. I feel it in my bones, I am losing you…” a single tear did manage to escape the corner of his eye before he turned towards her.

She had her eyes on him. The streetlight above them partially lit up her face, her eyes remained in the darkness but he could see the tears shining in them.

“Come back to me, Holly… Please come back to me.”

“Can you be as happy as you were before the engagement, Yoongi?” her voice was soft “Will you be a truly happy man in marriage Yoongi?”

“I am trying, please I’m trying to recover.”

“I don’t think it can be recovered, Yoongi.”

“Then what should I do!?” he asked- utterly tired and frustrated.

“Tell me honestly, Yoongi. Do you really believe that marriage is meaningless?”

“A ring does not decide our future, Holly it cannot.” he stated desperately, trying to express his point of view “It does not and cannot change the fact that I love you.”

“But it is important for me Yoongi. It is important. I tried so hard and I never intended to make you feel suffocated. But I did, didn’t I? I know your priorities, and I had promised myself to never interfere with that. But you are right. I tried too hard, and perhaps I did lose myself. I do not recognise myself anymore, I do not recognise you anymore, I do not know us anymore.”

Yoongi reached out his palm to touch her cheek.

“I will make this right. We have fought in the past and we always sorted a way out. We can do this.”

“Please be honest with me Yoongi, do you even want to marry me in future? Do you even see yourself married to me?”

“I…” his palm slipped away “Is marriage so important?”

He felt a drop of tear on his retreating hand before she looked away.

“Let’s just go back, it’s getting late. Not safe for us.” she whispered out. 

Yoongi sighed as he restarted the car. This was perhaps the most hopeless of situations he had been in so far with her. But he would make it right. He had to. 

“I will be leaving for shooting a music video tomorrow. I will be back in a week or so. We…We can visit Mr Kang then, okay? We will get through this, Holly, we always do.”

This time, he did not wait for her reply, he simply turned the car and drove through the route they always used.

—------

“Hyung?”

Yoongi turned around to find Namjoon behind him, a frown of concern settled between the younger’s eyebrows as he approached him.

“Joon, why are you up?”

“I could ask you the same. You smoking again?”

Namjoon knew that he smoked when he was stressed or sad. It was well past midnight and a smoking Yoongi at the Hotel lodge definitely concerned the younger, he could see it.

“Don’t worry, just trying to get through jetlag.”

Namjoon hummed and took a seat beside him. 

“You don’t smoke to get through jetlag, you smoke when you are stressed.” he pointed out.

Yoongi smiled and put the cigarette between his lips again. There was no hiding from his best friend.

“You spoke to Holly, right?”

Yoongi nodded slowly at the question “And we are still stuck…Does marriage really matter so much, Joon?”

“Depends from person to person. It might mean a lot to her and not as much to you. But that does not make you love each other any less, does it?” he replied simply

“I’m losing her Namjoon.” Yoongi felt the familiar sting behind his eyes as his mind replayed the last conversation they had two days ago. “And I cannot lose her, I love her.”

“Then show it to her. Call for her with all you have, put all you have into pursuing her back, and let your love speak in this situation. She loves you too, I see it in her eyes. She will see your love, she will understand.”

“You think I did not try?”

“Then try harder, try just as desperate as you feel.”

“I love her, Namjoon. I cannot lose her.”

“We do not lose our lovers, hyung. You know that right?” there was a strange gleam in Namjoon’s eyes.

Sometimes, Yoongi forgot how things worked in their world.

“Marriage will change everything, Namjoon. I will fail as a husband, she will hate me.”

“Why would she? And why would you fail? You make her so happy and she makes you happy. Just don’t give up. Just don’t give up hyung.” he engulfed Yoongi into a heartwarming hug with that.

“I won’t. I love her, I cannot let her go,” he whispered to himself as he returned the gesture.

He was lucky to have his best friends by his side.

He would fight for her, for them. For their love.

—------

It was strange to have only shared four video calls in the span of a whole week with the love of his life. But the crew and the members had an extremely busy week shooting for the music video. But he texted her every time he went to bed and as soon as he would up.

And their flow of texts had been surprisingly normal. He actually went to bed with a smile. He could not attend the session the previous week, but his time, Yoongi was more than ready to visit Dr Kang with Holly.

He wanted to rush home as soon as his flight landed back in Seoul, but the Dorm was closer and everyone was exhausted. So, instead, he went back to the Dorm along with the members. He had a surprise dinner date planned for the night. But he needed to be refreshed and awake for that.

—-----

“Hyung? Suga Hyung! Wake up, it’s six. The reservation is at seven-thirty.” Jungkook shook Yoongi awake.

Within moments, the sleepy haze was replaced by mild panic.

“Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?” Yoongi hissed as he rushed in and out of the bathroom, refreshing himself and choosing an apt outfit for the date

“We woke up an hour ago. Go get freshened up.”

Yoongi did not need to be told twice, he was already inside the bathroom by the time Jungkook was done speaking.

After quickly dressing himself up, skipping the tie because he was already running late, he drove towards his home, stopping by to buy a bouquet of roses. But the florist had run out of roses, so he offered to make a bouquet of pink carnations and white lilies. It was a lovely decoration and Yoongi could not wait to see Holly’s smile at the sight of the flowers.

When was the last time he had brought flowers for her again?

He did not remember.

Throughout the week away from Holly, away from home, he had come to realise many things, one of which was how little he had given attention and effort to the relationship that meant everything to him.

But he was going to make everything right. He had to.

He did to ring the doorbell, but instead put on the passcode- he wanted to surprise her. She would not expect him with a bouquet.

The familiar smell of home greeted him as soon as he entered the apartment.

“Holly, I’m home!"

His hold tightened on the bouquet as excitement surged through him

“Holly?” 

There was no reply.

He marched into their shared bedroom.

“Holly are you—”

He stopped midway at the monochromatic and pristine setting of the bedroom.

It was strange…

The bathroom door was left ajar with no sign of anyone there. He checked still.

No one. Empty.

“Holly?” he called out aloud.

The apartment was clearly empty. 

With the intention of calling her, he was about to keep the bouquet on the table when he noticed it.

The ring was placed neatly on the table and a voice recorder along with it.

It was like a sudden chill that had settled on his stomach. But he wanted to rationalise himself. 

Maybe…Maybe she had just taken it off and forgotten.

With that thought, he rushed towards their shared closet. And to his utter dread, the sight of her missing clothes and luggage froze him.

He stood there, for one good minute, simply trying to fight back the devastation and breathlessness that followed.

She left.

She left him, just walked away from him, from his life, from his love.

He rushed back to the table where the voice recorder sat plainly. With shaking hands, he took it and switched it on, the bouquet sat on the ground, he did not even notice when he had dropped it.

“Yoongi, I love you. And I am saying this first because my actions do not match my words. But know this, I have always loved you and will love you still. By the time you receive this message, I would be sitting on my flight. I knew you were going to return today, Hoseok told me that you have a surprise for me so I should be ready for the evening.” 

There was a slight pause and chuckle., but Yoongi was already out of the apartment, grabbing the car key as his hold tightened on the recorder. 

He reached the car at record speed. The sky above him rumbled but his attention was on her voice.

“I am sorry. I am so sorry. I tried, I really tried. But that night, when you revealed what you really felt about our engagement, it was like…like a string that snapped within me. Like all the hopes, all the motivation, it flew off. I could see you putting up efforts, I could see that you cared…But it felt too late Yoongi.”

Her voice cracked in the end but he shook his head, wiping off his incessant tears as he pressed on the accelerator.

“I know marriage does not stand much significance to you, I know you felt like we could do better without it. And I know that you thought that you could not be a good husband or a good father. But I saw you, and still see you, as the perfect man Yoongi. You would have been an excellent husband and one of the best fathers in the world. To me, you were always perfectly imperfect. Maybe slightly rough around the edges, but a masterpiece nevertheless. I love how passionate you are about music, how dedicated you are to your profession, your band, your music, and what a beautiful person you are. Even if I failed to make you feel so, you made me happy, Yoongi. You gave me, the happiest four years of my life. I would never…I would never forge-t that. I want y-you to know that it was not an easy step for me to take. T-to say yes to my transfer to another country. And when…when they gave me the option to stay, o-or accept the relocation, all I could think was how I wished to say. I really did Yoongi…”

He could clearly hear the struggle against her own emotions in her voice. How she was fighting to not break down.

Yoongi’s vision was blurred with tears, but he did not stop driving.

“I wanted to stay, Yoongi. But I cannot do that- not anymore. We are not the same people we once were. And it is natural to grow. We simply could not grow together. Marriage might not mean a lot to you but to me…it means everything. And I’m sorry if I made you feel pressured to propose to me, I'm sorry if I made you feel suffocated. I’m sorry if I made you feel not worthy enough, I-I’m  sorry if I could not be the lover you deserve. B-But I must let you know this, Yoongi, that I had always loved you. A-And even though we did not get the happy ending we once dreamt of, it’s okay, I got to know you, I could love you with…with all m-my heart and soul and I could feel your love…That is enough for me. We loved, we laughed…And we were happy once. And that is…Everything to me…And you were right, I am not the same person anymore. I do not even recognise myself now- I need to find myself Yoongi, not only for my sake but for the love we once shared...”

There was a queue till the gates of the international terminal. With no other option, he parked his car sideways, though he knew that he would be fined heavily for that, he could care less. 

His grip tightened on the recorder still playing, despite the blinding drumming of the heavily pouring. But all he could focus on  was rushing toward the terminal gate

“So remember this, Min Yoongi, Holly Wilson loved you with all her heart. And although it was the most difficult decision I had to take- and I know that you might hate me for this- this is the most difficult goodbye I had to say–a-and like a coward, I could not even say it in person, because I would not have been able to say it to you like that. I love you, I always w-will, and I hope you find someone who can truly make you happy…Goo—shit it’s so hard—okay…Goodbye Min Yoongi. Please forgive me if you can. I know you would be happier some day.”

The recording ended and he was close to the terminal. He gasped through the pouring rain as he increased his place, all his focus on the terminal gates. He felt like he was bouncing on his steps. 

And one moment, he was so close to reaching the shade, crossing the road, and the next moment, a deafening horn was all he could hear and screeching of the tyres until he felt the weighted push, making him fall to the ground against his shoulder before his head hit the road. The pain sent his ears ringing and his nose blocking. The voice recorder fell from his grip. He could feel the thrumming of multiple footsteps, but things were fading so soon.

He wanted to scream that she was wrong. She made him the happiest man alive, he wanted to stop her, reach her, pull her in his arms and apologise for making her feel like she was not enough.

But everything crumbled before his eyes as his vision darkened and he was forced to close his eyes.

****

So, this was one hell of an angst ride. Hope you all liked it because the story is going to take a turn.

@oppa-agust-d @mintsugarmy @amoc94 @ratherbefangirling @yoongi-wife @silversparkles11

[bts-iris]

𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙎

𝙈𝙄𝙉 𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙎, 𝖺𝗄𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙎. 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 (𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋, 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋, 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋) 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉 𝖻𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗋𝗆, 𝗃𝗂𝗇, 𝗃𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾, 𝗏, 𝗃𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇, 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝖺.

☆𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 ☆𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇 ☆𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍

@bts-iris /nadine (nah-dean),19, capricorn, she/her

do not copy original work please.

minors do not interact 18+

[dari-ede]

Seven Times I Hated Kim Seokjin: Ch 3

CHAPTER 3: "When You Kiss Me Heaven Sighs"

Chapters : 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05(M) | 06(M) | 07

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Idol!Jin x Female Character

Rating: M (language and future sexual explicit scene)

Summary: Kim Seokjin really knows how to ruffle my feathers. I was happy with my mundane life. What gave him the right to disrupt it???

Status: Complete

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"I hope you're aware that nothing funny is going to happen tonight," I told Jin teasingly as I stood at the entrance of his dorm.

He let out a light chuckle as he helped me out of my sweater and hung it along the wall. "I know. I only wanted to bring you here so we could have a little more privacy."

"Why would you want more privacy?" I asked, my eyes narrowing in a chide-like way. I was clearly joking, of course.

He hung his head down in embarrassment as he smiled. "Stop insinuating I'm insinuating things."

"I'm just asking simple questions, is all," I said, turning on my heel and stepping into the open living room.

Looking around the area, one would never guess that seven males in their early to mid-20s lived here. I had a brother and cousin I grew up around and both of them were messy. There were several items that seemed out of place and a few corners I could spot that were dirty, but overall, it was pretty clean and neat. A skeptical part of me believed Jin had thoroughly cleaned the area right before I arrived. The smell of floral chemicals were lingering in the air.

"So, what are you planning on doing with me if it isn't to stain my virtue?" I asked, turning to him.

His smile had yet to leave. Motioning me to follow him, we went over to the kitchen.

On the stove, I could see he was preparing something. It smelled pretty good. The smells worked like magic and pulled me in. I found myself hovering over the stove, my mouth salivating at the sight below me.

Jin had prepared a good amount of food and it all looked intoxicating.

There was a reason I had never been slim in my life. I loved food too much to give it up. For a good portion of my life, I had considered becoming a chef. However, after finding out from professional chefs that they hardly cooked at home due to their vocation, I let go of that possibility. It thrilled me when I made a dish for my loved ones. It was more important to me to create something for my family to enjoy than it was to create something for complete strangers. I had other skills, so it wasn't too heartbreaking to let go of that dream.

"It should be done already," Jin said as he took a spoon to get a taste. After tasting it, he gave a nod of approval and turned off the stove. Then, pretty expertly, he finely chopped some green onion and began to set the food up on different dishes.

I tried to help, but he swatted me away and demanded to wash my hands so I would be ready to eat. I gave a small pout but did as I was told.

It was our fourth date. The previous ones had all been different. The first date had been a very nice dinner. We had gone on a nice walk along the river once during sunset on our second date. Not many people were present, so we were able to feel a little at ease. And on the last date, we went to a bar and had a private room to ourselves where he showed me how to play pool. It was there that I mentioned to him I loved to cook. My mother developed arthritis when I was very young. She loved cooking, but due to her condition, she decided to teach me everything she knew. Since then, I had always cooked for myself. Other than take-out and at restaurants, no one had ever cooked for me since then.

"Well, that's about to change," he had said with a voice of conviction.

It was the confidence that made my heart flutter and made me feel a little hot. Truth be told, while Jin was physically gorgeous, his face nor his shoulders were his best attributes. The most attractive thing about Kim Seokjin was his confidence. There was a self-assuredness he carried with him that took hold of my attention. He didn't seem to like someone in his 20s; more like well into his 30s.

I had to admit, it was definitely a nice change from dating guys who didn't know themselves very well and questioned everything they did.

Jin managed to take all the plates to the table himself. He took out a nice bottle of wine as well. A warm smile on his face, and his warm brown eyes met mine as he pulled a chair out for me.

His gentlemanly ways were also gaining a lot of points.

Once I was settled in my seat, he sat across from me and we started to eat.

The conversation was the same as our others: giving small bits of information about our personal lives. Every now and then we shared stories or info that went a little deeper.

I opened up about the stress I felt financially. I was doing ok, but there were times that I wished I had a little more so I didn't have to be so frugal with my money. Thankfully, I had gained the promotion, so that had taken much of the pressure off my shoulders.

Jin then went on to share his struggles of being an idol. What bothered him more than anything was the inability not to do whatever he wanted. He felt restraints coming from all over.

I had known him for not even a month, but I believe I had learned how to read his face and energy a little more clearly. As he spoke of his lack of freedom, I felt the heartbreak.

Jin didn't seem to wallow in disappointment too much because he began to list all the things he enjoyed about his job. One of his favorites was touring. However, that came with a negative.

"I get to see different cities, cultures, and most importantly, fans. But then I'm away from home. It's difficult to stay in contact with loved ones from another country. Calling family and friends becomes a struggle," he said as he took a sip of his wine.

His voice had a slight hint of sadness. I kept my eyes on him and listened intently.

"We're set to go back on tour in a few weeks and we have some things to do on our schedule for America. Prepping for the tour and schedule is going to be quite busy," he said, his mouth turned downward.

"How long will you be gone?" I asked, a feeling of disappointment creeping in just a little.

I had gotten so used to him these last few weeks. On top of our dates, we had talked on the phone and messaged each other almost every day now. Hearing that communication wouldn't be the same was disheartening.

"A little over a month." He looked up, catching my eyes.

Quietly, I nodded. I took a slow bite of the food, letting the information he was giving me sink in.

This was one of the many reasons I didn't want to date an idol. They had hectic schedules that didn't give them much of a personal life. The communication between us came in waves throughout the day as it was. Sometimes, I would go hours without hearing from him, but then we would be talking non-stop for a solid two hours. His schedule wasn't consistent, so I was left checking my phone every ten minutes.

Yeah, dating an idol wasn't a good idea. Maybe after he left for his tour he would forget about me. By the time he came back, he might stop calling me and find some other chick to laugh at his jokes and drool over his gorgeous face.

How long until he left, though? How many more dates did I have until Kim Seokjin walked out of my life?

There was a slight cramp in my chest all of a sudden. I coughed it up to heartburn and tried to ignore it.

"When will you be leaving for the tour?" I asked, trying to sound casual as the jab in my chest deepened.

"In a couple of weeks." His eyes stayed on me as if trying to get a reading out of me.

I felt taken aback. "Two weeks?!"

He gave a slight nod but didn't say anything. His eyes followed me closely.

My stomach started to feel a little unsettled now. What the hell did I eat that was making me feel so bad all of a sudden?

"That's not too long from now," I said, wondering why I was sounding pouty.

"I wanted to see you as often as I could before things got too busy," he then began. "I don't have any days free, but there are gaps late in the day where we can hang out. Or you can probably come on set and hang out behind the scenes."

I frowned at this. "Girls are allowed to come around?"

"Yeah. Some of the other guys have girlfriends too and they come around while we're—" his eyes became wide as he caught himself.

I had caught it as well. "Other guys have girlfriends, too." I felt my cheeks get hot.

Suddenly, that self-confident guy disappeared. "I didn't mean to say 'too'. Sorry, that's a mistake. Of course, I don't consider you my girlfriend—I haven't asked you properly yet, so—" he stumbled on his words once more and his eyes grew wider with worry and embarrassment.

I was finding the room pretty stuffy and warm. I took a sip of water, trying to cool myself.

"Not yet, I meant that if you were to be my girlfriend, I would definitely ask and not just assume. It would be very impolite of me to do that and I want you to know that I very much respect you." Jin was speaking so fast that I had trouble believing his lips were actually moving.

Thump!

The sudden crashing noise made the two of us jump in our seats. Jin let out a scream of shock. I covered my head out of impulse. I didn't do well with loud noises.

"Oh, sorry," came a gruff voice off in the distance.

"Ah, Yoongi-ah," Jin said. "You scared me."

Seeing that nothing bad had occurred following the noise, I felt it safe to peek out of my arms and turn to where the noise and voice had come from.

A slim figure wearing all black was straightening a lamp up. That's probably what had fallen down.

My arms came down and I took some breaths to try to slow my heart rate.

The slim figure shuffled his way a little closer to us. He looked like a sloth by his slow movements. He had a bucket hat on that was covering half his face; I wasn't completely sure if he was even human.

"Aren't you supposed to be in bed?" Jin asked in a scolding manner. "You're sick, remember?"

Sloth man let out a low grunt. "Need more tea."

"The kettle is on," Jin informed him. "Want me to prepare it?"

"I got it." The sloth creature finally reached us. He glanced at me and he gave a light greeting gesture. "I'm Yoongi."

I introduced myself to him, giving him a smile after meeting his eyes. Yeah, he was a guy. A very sick-looking guy.

As Yoongi made his way toward the kettle, I noticed the clock on the wall. Shit, I really needed to get home. I had something due for work tomorrow. Jin knew this and had agreed to take me home by a certain time.

"Jin—the time," I said, motioning him to take a look at the clock.

Jin turned and let out a curse under his breath, which he quickly apologized for. "I'll call a car. It shouldn't take them too long to get here." He took out his phone to make the call.

"Can I use your restroom?" I asked, getting up from my seat.

Jin nodded, pointed to the hall Yoongi had walked out of a bit ago and gave me directions on how to get there.

I couldn't imagine how long I had stayed over. I had hoped it would only be two hours, but we had doubled that. I sent my coworkers a quick email letting them know my portion of the work might get to them a little late. Truth was that I was done with it, but still wanted to go over it one final time before submitting it.

After I was done, I came out of the restroom. I was walking down the hall and about to enter the living room when I heard Jin and Yoongi talking. I caught my name, so I pulled back and decided to hear what they had to say.

"You're lucky I was here. I saved you from that embarrassment," I heard Yoongi say with a light chuckle.

"What embarrassment?" Jin asked defensively.

Yoongi let out a low laugh. "You were making a fool out of yourself with her. Kept stumbling over your words. You should have seen how red you got."

"How long have you been watching us?!" Jin demanded.

"A while."

"A while?!"

"Hey, it's not my fault you have no perception of time with her. I agreed to stay there for two hours. You should be grateful because I sent the young ones a message to not come home for another two hours. They would have walked through that door and made things worse for you." Yoongi's voice definitely sounded sick, but he sounded extremely perky.

Jin let out a grunt. "That would have been a pain to deal with."

"I should have recorded it though and sent it to them."

"What?"

"How you look with her. Really, you couldn't keep your eyes off her as you blabbered on about how much you respect her."

Smack!

Yoongi let out a laugh then a groan. "That hurt."

"I think it's time you go."

"I gotta say goodbye first. It would be very impolite of me. And I very much respect her—" he started to say with a mocking tone.

Smack!

Another laugh and groan from Yoongi. "Ow. You haven't hit me that hard in years. You must really like her."

"Out," Jin demanded.

Yoongi let out another chuckle. "Ok, ok, ok."

I knew I couldn't stay hidden anymore. I pretended as if I had just walked out of the restroom and Yoongi and I met at the end of the hall, next to the living room.

Yoongi made eye contact with me as he held onto his tea. He greeted me, saying my name pretty loud. I knew he was making sure Jin heard. "It was nice meeting you," he said while he bent his neck.

I bent mine back to him. "Nice to meet you as well."

"I'm sure I'll see you again," he said with a smirk and walked away.

I saw him disappear into the hall. Turning back, I saw Jin walking towards me.

He gave a small smile. "There was a driver nearby. He should be downstairs shortly." He motioned towards the door.

I made my way over to him and together we put on our sweaters and shoes. Jin made sure to put on his mask, just in case anyone outside caught us.

Once downstairs at the entrance, there was a black van waiting for us. We made our way in and were driven to my apartment.

We spoke a little on our ride.

Once we reached my apartment complex, Jin insisted on walking me to my front door.

As we made our way into the building, I asked for one of the recipes he had used, but he refused to give it to me.

"Why can't I have it?" I asked with mocking irritation.

"I'd rather teach it to you," he explained. "We'll do it all together. Prepping, cleaning, mixing, cooking. It'll be fun."

An image of Jin and I cooking together came into view and I couldn't help but feel the excitement. Cooking was something I always enjoyed doing and every date I'd had with Jin had been quite meaningful. To combine both things, I was sure he would have me melting.

"I'll look forward to it," I said as I stopped. We arrived at my door.

"So this is your place?" he asked, nodding to the door.

I gave a nod and looked into his beautiful features. "Thank you for today. It was nice to have someone else cook for once."

"It was my pleasure." His voice was low and sultry as he took a step closer. There was a look in his eye that I had seen before in guys. And the half smirk on his lips told me I was right on my suspicions.

My heart rate began to spike. I opened my mouth to come up with an excuse for needing to hurry inside, but the words never came out.

Pillowy, soft lips were gently placed on my lips. The feeling of warm, large hands came on either side of my hips, pulling me closer to him. My eyes closed as my heart fluttered. Butterflies flew all around my stomach once I felt his lips move along mine. I lightly felt the tip of his tongue brush on my top lip. Instinctively, my arms came around his neck, holding him tight. My lips moved against his as well. He went on to hold onto my bottom lip and tugged at it using the right amount of suction. The kiss was soft and gentle at first, making me feel like I was in the clouds. But slowly, it became a little intense. On tongues stayed inside our mouths, but the movement of his lips and how they nibbed at mine with the right amount of pressure...made me feel like my skin was on fire.

I heard a noise come out of me I had never heard before. And I felt the smirk upon his lips immediately following the noise. He was so damn proud of himself.

And I hated him.

Hated him for the way he kissed.

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Chapters : 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05(M) | 06(M) | 07

MASTERLIST

[bts-0t-7]

Moonlight Sanctuary | OT7

Pair: Werewolf OT7 x F Reader 

Summary: In a chase, you find a cottage in the midst of the woods. Barging in, you found seven men at your aid and you never expected things to turn out the way it did. But you were forever grateful for how it did.

Genre: Fluff, werewolf au, human reader

Chapter Warnings: Violence, abuse

You aren’t alone. If you ever need a helping hand, our fellow social services, friends, and family will always be there. If anybody is going to be insensitive on this topic on my blog, you will be blocked. Borahae💜 

WC: 2297

The moon hung low in the night sky as you ran in the opposite direction of your house. Well, your brother’s house. You had never considered it a home the moment things took a drastic turn after your parent’s death. A home is a place where one feels safe and secure but this is… this was no home. 

You had no sense of direction as you blasted through thick foliage and wet mud. The sky was dark and thunder boomed when you left but now it was pouring. Drenched from head to toe, you felt your anxiety rise as the sky darkened and your lungs collapsed. You paused at the foot of a tree, bending down to catch your breath. You had no idea where you were going. All you knew was that you needed to run. 

Run. Run. Run or they will catch you again. 

The air was still with your heavy breathing and loud splatters of rain when you heard rustling sounds. Suddenly blinded by the onslaught of light, you made out the rough shape of your bulky brother. Fearing for your life, you quickly stumbled up and ran again. You didn’t dare look back but you dared to look up. 

The moon was shining bright tonight, despite the darkness that was chasing you. It casted an ethereal glow over the dense forest and if you tilted your head just right, you could see little rainbows in the making. You ran through the trees, heart pounding against your chest. You didn’t know how far or how close you were to your brother and his gang. At the same time, you didn’t know where the fuck you were. You could just imagine being eaten up by some sort of nocturnal animal in here. 

“BITCH! Come back here! Who said you could run away, huh?”

You tried to pump your legs harder - to give you more strength. But you found yourself short of any sort of energy. You didn’t have dinner and it was during your break did you sneak past the back door and run away from them, hastily slipping on your clothes for some decency. You carried nothing with you - just you, underwear, and clothes - which is essentially whatever you were wearing. 

“Ey! I swear you’re going to get it from me when we catch you! FUCK, you’re done!”

The sound of your own harsh breathing drowned out the haunting echoes of your abusive brother’s threats. For years, you endured his cruelty,  but tonight - tonight you had enough. He sold your body. Sold your body to his friends. You had sobbed and begged with every last shred of dignity you had but they never listened. You didn’t know where you were going but you knew you couldn’t stay there any longer. 

You stumbled through the woods on clumsy feet, the darkness of the foliage seemed to close in around you. You tried to keep your anxiety at bay, knowing it would do you more harm than good if you started to panic. Branches clawed at the exposed skin of your feet, the ground beneath the flimsy slippers you hastily wore was uneven and treacherous the deeper you went. Fear gnawed at your insides and despair threatened to overtake you. Breathing harshly, you tried to keep yourself calm. 

Just as you thought that all hope was lost and you would have to be running forever or be caught, your attention focused on the soft glow of light emitting from a cottage house. Without thinking, you ran towards it and pulled against the handle, trying every one until you found an open door and slammed it shut behind you. 

Sliding onto the floor, you placed your head between your legs, breathing through your mouth. You were tired and bruised. You heard before you saw someone stand in front of you, shadow covering half of your hunched over body. Your breath caught as you slowly took in the sight before you. You were the centre of their attention, their eyes reflecting the silver light of the moon. You were sure you weren’t breathing. THese were the folklore of your little village - stories passed down by the elders from generation to generation. 

Werewolves. 

Nobody believed that there were such mystical beings living amongst you. But you were certain that they were exactly what you believed. These seven men that surrounded you brought around them an aura of power and grace. 

You could easily tell by the tall and commanding figure to your left that that was the leader of the pack. He stepped forward, gait slow and steady, approaching you as if you were a scared prey. But you were quite the opposite. As you looked at each of them, they surveyed you quietly. Looking at each of them in their eyes, you felt a connection deep in your blood - a spark of recognition of what belongs. 

“Are you in danger?” he asked, voice low and soothing. 

You nodded, voice trembling as you replied, “My - my brother, he and his friends, they - they -”

The door was suddenly banged open as you stumbled into the man’s hold. You felt a sense of protection and comfort you had never known when you were with them. They surrounded you again, this time, as a protection barrier between you and your brother. 

You curled deeper into yourself. 

Without hesitation, a man grabbed your cheeks and forced you to look at his smiling eyes. “Hey! My name is Jimin! What’s yours?”

“Y/N, come here now.” Your brother commanded. Shivering in your spot against Jimin’s body, you shook your head and rejected him. You didn’t want to. 

“Come here now or you will regret it.” You shook your head. You didn’t want to go back to the life you once had. If it was considered life. 

“Come here and I won’t kill these ‘men’. They are vicious monsters, you know that.”

Your head turned when you heard your name being called. “You are safe here. We won’t let anyone hurt you now.” You nodded and turned away from your brother, clinging onto Jimin’s shirt tightly. 

“It’s funny how you claim to care for your sister when you sold her off. It is funny how you think you would be able to hurt us.” The man with cat-like eyes formed into slits. He certainly looked more like a cat than a wolf.

“HAH!” Your brother laughed maniacally. “You are a bunch of monsters. Werewolves? Ridiculous! You are not wolves nor are you humans. Monsters is an appropriate word to use for paws.”

“Shall we let her choose then?” The man with a fluffy head of hair said. 

The silence that followed was deafening. The tension in the air was at its peak and both sides were ready for an attack. 

“Come now, Y/N. Let’s go home, I’ll get you some ice cream if you cooperate now.” Your brother held his hand out, palm facing up - placating. He didn’t want to lose his face in front of his friends and males who didn’t even know you. 

But you refused. Your head went to Jimin’s neck as you stood up, trying to hook a leg onto his waist. 

Keyword: trying. 

You were just too short for him. 

The man with fluffy hair chuckled lowly at your attempts. Quickly hooking a hand under your thighs, he lifted you up onto Jimin’s hip. As he left, going back to his spot, your hand shot out to hold him in place, accidentally pulling against his hair instead. Your hand quickly retracted and your head shot up. 

“I -”

He was quick to soothe you, one hand patting your thigh in a soothing rhythm while the other went to your untamed hair, softly stroking the back of your head. 

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, okay? You can do whatever you want with me.” You hesitantly pulled against the sleeve of his shirt. 

“Stay? Please?”

He nodded. “Of course, darling. I wouldn’t dare go anywhere.”

The rest of the males reformed themselves to ensure that the three of you in the centre were protected. 

“I think it is clear what her choice is. Now leave.” The pack leader commanded, voice strong with power. You saw your brother’s friend pull him along. 

“Fine! Die with these mutts around you, whore!”

The cat-wolf lunged for your brother when the pack leader pulled him back. 

The males remained in the formation only when they were certain your brother was far enough and they couldn’t smell him from the distance anymore. Only then did they relax their posture, slowly turning towards you with worried eyes. You were no longer shaking in Jimin and the fluffy hair’s hold but your scent was still sour with fear. 

They cautiously moved up the stairs to the living room where they sat down at the sofa. You turned your head to look at them. All seven males were foreign to you - as foreign as the way they made you feel safe and protected. 

“Should we… say names?” The man with a whole sleeve of tattoos asked, eyes big and filled with curiosity - just like a bunny’s, you thought. 

“I’m Namjoon.” The pack leader started. 

“Yoongi.” You finally had a name for the cat-wolf.

“Taehyung.” The fluffy head of hair appeared into your view again. “But I give you special permission to call me TaeTae!”

 You nodded. 

“I’m Seokjin but just Jin is okay, yeah?”

“Me! Me!” The bunny man hopped up. “I’m Jungkookie!”

“You can call me Hobi!” 

Oh that man was filled with sunshine, you could clearly see. 

“And I’m Jimin but you already know that, little one.”

You nodded. 

“Would you like to ask us anything?”

You shook your head then nodded again, pointing to Yoongi. “Cat-wolf. Cat. Meow-Meow.”

Jungkook burst out laughing from your left, igniting a round of laughter that filled the room and lifted the heavy atmosphere. 

“For you, you can call me whatever you want, darling.” Yoongi smiled, gums out as he looked at you with adoration. 

In that moment, you felt their strength and loyalty, their offering to you of a sanctuary - a refuge from the darkness you fought so hard from. From those that have haunted your life for so long. 

As time passed, you became part of their pack - a human amongst werewolves. They were patient in teaching you their traditions and customs, their code of honour and their ways. You learned that they were the protectors of the forest, guardians of the vulnerable, and that they are the core value of the balance of nature itself. 

Namjoon, with his kind eyes and strong presence, quickly became a source of your strength and guidance for you. His knowledge and wisdom never failed to keep you entertained. Although clumsy, this man was the foundation of his pack. 

Seokjin, with his unseriousness and constant care, he helped heal the wounds that your brother and his friends had inflicted upon you. He kept you steady as you grew, always ensuring to pull you up when you got down but bringing you down when you were too high up.

Yoongi, the car-wolf, with his gentle hands and calm nature became another one of your rocks. He never failed to teach you something new that day and he most certainly cooked one of the best foods you have ever tasted - rivalling Seokjin’s. 

Hobi, with his everlasting laughter and sunshine, was an easy person to be around as you healed from your wounds. He never fails to make you laugh. With him around, there was never a dull moment. 

Jimin, with his soft and calming nature, he unintentionally healed both your emotional and mental wounds. While Seokjin cared for your physical wounds, Jimin was always a talking buddy that helped you through understanding yourself and your worth. 

TaeTae, with his outgoing mischievous nature, the both of you were constantly creating something to be cleaned up. Hand-in-hand with Jungkookie, the three of you liked to run out and about, being everywhere. 

Jungkookie, with his curiosity and strength, the both of you were always causing mischief for the others. Like partners-in-crime, the both of you would be curious about everything and anything, so the both of you would always take it upon yourselves to figure out the answers. 

But you have also come to realise that the entire pack was more than just a pack - they were a family. Each of them had their own unique qualities and were a force to be reckoned with. Today was a full moon and under the light of the glowing orb, you discovered a love and acceptance that you had never known. Your past, with all its pain and suffering, seems to fade into the background when you are with them. Embracing the new chapter of your life, you ran forward with them, putting your full trust in the seven males you had learned to understand. 

With your heart and spirit soaring, you felt the exhilaration of the transformation, the wind against your fur, and the pure joy of being truly free. In these moments, you knew you had found your place - a home amongst those who have shown you the power of love, trust, and transformation. 

As you looked up the the moon, you couldn’t help but feel a huge wave of gratitude. The moon led you here today - to the sanctuary - a place where you were no longer a victim but a survivor; that you were no longer alone but in a place filled with love and acceptance. 

As you howled at the moon and cuddled amongst your pack, you came to realise that sometimes, safety and love are found in the most unexpected places. For instance, in a moonlit sanctuary of a werewolf pack that had become your everlasting family. 

[missywritesfor7]

❤️‍🩹Lifeline | MYG❤️‍🩹

Synopsis: It’s long been controversial for idols to date, but idols dating each other can be really beautiful or a complete nightmare. When Yoongi's relationship with another idol is discovered, he decides maybe it’s time to break the taboo and show people it’s ok for idols to date. Instead, they find themselves caught in the midst of one media frenzy after another and struggle to keep their relationship as strong as it had been the past 2 years. Yoongi finds a self destructive way to cope, and it causes even more problems than it solves. As they fight for their relationship and their careers, they discover that sometimes, the only way to truly be free is to let go.

Pairing: idol!Yoongi x idol!OC

Warnings: nsfw, alcoholism, cheating, depression, anxiety, Yoongi goes through a bisexy ho phase, Yoongi is also in his alcoholic phase, post-military BTS

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Ch. 20: I’m Fine

Since her birthday, Hyeri hadn’t talked to Yoongi at all. He sends her updates about his day and how he’s been feeling, and as promised she reads every message feeling happy that he seems to be doing better despite their no communication arrangement.

Though she doesn’t respond to him directly, she keeps their shared calendar updated so he always knows her schedule. Yoongi appreciates that because he can still do sweet things for her like sending her breakfast and a rainbow scarf to wish her luck on her big audition. The gift is very well received as Hyeri had been increasingly nervous leading up to her audition. Now she has an extra boost of confidence thanks to Yoongi.

As time passes Yoongi has been reading and writing music. With everything he needs being provided for him, he’s even experimented with new foods that he hasn’t used much while cooking. He even made himself a pizza completely from scratch which turned out to be a bit messy but it came out well in the end.

Therapy sessions are going better. There’s still much for him to work on, but he’s doing well and Minho has even told him how he feels it may not be much longer that he’ll have to stay in his temporary treatment home. Going back home would bring back many of the challenges and temptations Yoongi had faced before, so Minho wants to be sure Yoongi won’t be overwhelmed and potentially fall back into his old habits, but he’s confident in Yoongi’s progress.

It’s nearing two months since Yoongi has been away and sober. Two months that the rest of the world hasn’t had a single idea where he was, although fans have trended a few tags here and there saying they miss him. He’s still limiting his time on socials so he took to Weverse to post an old photo and wish Jimin a happy birthday. He sent a text to Jimin, and previously Jungkook and Namjoon wishing them happy birthday, but he realized how much the fans were starting to question his absence. His short and sweet Weverse post was mainly to quell the worries of Army who’ve been wondering where he’s been.

His method worked and before he knew it he had a ton of comments on his post of everyone expressing love to him and joy that he’s shown signs of life after a while. Reading through the comments reminds him how much he loves and misses Army. It brings a big smile to his face. He can’t wait to go back home and see them again.

After about 15 minutes he finally pulls himself away from his phone and begins reading a book he recently started. He plays a rain asmr on his phone and makes himself comfortable in a chair facing the window with the beautiful view of the landscape outside before him. He opens the book and loses himself in it.

It’s easy for him to read for hours at a time when things are this peaceful. The asmr sounds always set the mood right. Except when he gets a text that cuts through the sound when his phone rings. He ignores it and continues reading. His phone rings again. He continues to ignore it. A few minutes pass and he gets another text. He assumes it’s the guys sending messages in their group chat so he continues to read his book for now and he’ll check the messages when he finishes the chapter he’s on. Seems he can’t finish the chapter though because his phone rings again and he finally gives in and looks at his phone.

The texts weren’t from the guys at all, they were from various other people. All people that don’t know that he’s been going through rehab the past two months. Usually that means something has happened which he assumes has to do with his Weverse post, but nothing about that could cause such a commotion. Then he actually reads the messages.

“Is she ok?”

“What happened?”

“Let me know how she’s doing.”

“Are you holding up ok?”

All of these messages have Yoongi both confused and anxious. He does a simple search of Hyeri’s name and he instantly sees it.

ACTRESS RAINBOW RUSHED TO HOSPITAL AFTER BEING FOUND UNCONSCIOUS AT HOME

“What?!” Yoongi shouts feeling his heart beating out of his chest.

He quickly calls Hyeri and gets no answer. He calls Namjoon hoping he knows something but he gets no answer from him either. He isn’t sure who else he can call for information without having to explain why he’s not at home and doesn’t know what’s going on himself. He tries calling her again and still gets no answer. He’s out of his seat and now rapidly pacing the floor as fast as his legs will move.

He doesn’t know what to do or think. He’s considering calling a manager to take him back home. His anxiety is growing with each passing second. He needs to be by her side. He’s a 5 hour drive away but he’ll make that trip on foot if he has to. He calls Hyeri a third time but still no answer so he leaves a desperate voicemail.

“Hyeri please answer,” he says frantically. “Let me know what’s going on. Let me know you’re ok. I don’t care what time it is just call me as soon as you can. I love you. Please call me back.” His voice cracks at his last sentence as he hangs up and begins to cry into his hands.

Not being by her side after her car accident had been a constant source of guilt for Yoongi. Though he was on tour, he still blames himself for not being by her side. Now he’s facing that fear again and it’s got him down on his knees. It feels worse this time because he still knew that she was ok after her accident. Right now he doesn’t even know if she’s alive or not and it’s got him going through a range of emotions.

Every passing moment feels like an eternity. It’s only an hour later that his phone rings and he quickly answers the incoming call from Namjoon.

“Do you know anything?” Yoongi asks the moment he picks up. “Please tell me she’s ok.”

“Hyung,” Namjoon says softly. “She’ll be ok.”

“Are you sure? How do you know? Did you talk to her?”

“I talked to her manager. He wouldn’t go into details, but she’s being treated and she’ll be ok. I know you’re worried and I wish I had more to tell you, but I’m sure she’ll reach out to you as soon as she can.”

“Namjoon, I’m dying over here,” Yoongi exasperates. “Does she have a hospital room? Can I call her? She hasn’t answered her phone, I just need to know she’s ok.”

“I don’t know any more than that,” Namjoon says sadly. “But she’s alive. Hold on to that until you hear from her.”

“I don’t know how long I’ll be able to make it,” Yoongi confesses. “I still hate that I wasn’t with her after her car accident. What am I supposed to do all the way over here, Namjoon?”

“You have to stop blaming yourself, hyung,” Namjoon says in his usual caring but direct tone. “She’s forgiven you, you need to forgive yourself.”

Yoongi knows that. He’s heard it so much from Minho that it almost makes him roll his eyes at Namjoon’s words. But he knows he’s right. He’s been trying to, but for some reason finding grace for himself is difficult. He’s forgiven himself for many things he’s done, but he’s been having the hardest time forgiving himself for cheating on her and for not being there to support her after her accident.

For most of the day Yoongi continues to struggle with not knowing what’s going on and forgiving himself. Talking to Namjoon helped, but he’s still battling internally and it’s difficult. So he finally does something he hasn’t done in a while. Something he didn’t even realize until it was brought up. He reached out for help before anyone told him he needed to.

Yoongi hasn’t had an appetite and by dinner time he can’t manage to get himself to eat anything. He starts to feel overwhelmed in the way that would usually send him reaching for the bottle. But instead of looking for something to drink, he called Minho.

Yoongi explained what was going on and expressed how he felt helpless and guilty, amongst other things. Minho helped him through what he’s feeling and talked to him about methods to handle the fear of not knowing. They spoke for an hour before Minho told Yoongi that he was proud of him.

“Why?” Yoongi asks confused. To him he’s been a complete mess, what would have Minho proud of him in this moment?

“You’ve told me about a lot of moments just in the past two months that have been difficult for you, but this is the first time you’ve reached out on your own to seek help,” Minho says. “You’ve come a long way from trying to deal with things alone. That’s why I’m proud of you.”

Yoongi isn’t sure how to respond. That’s not something he had thought about at all. It does make him feel a bit good to hear that from Minho though. He holds on to that feeling as long as he can because it’s the only thing getting him through the night.

He can’t sleep. He can’t eat. He doesn’t want to watch or listen to anything. He can only lay on the living room floor staring at the ceiling in the same position he was in when his call with Minho ended. It’s agonizing and it’s well past 2 am. and he’s sinking further into insanity.

Then the silence is broken by the sound of his phone ringing.

“Hyeri?” He answers frantically.

“Yoongi? You’re awake?” Hyeri’s hoarse voice hums through the phone.

“Hyeri, baby, you’re ok? What happened?” He didn’t even look to see who was calling but the moment he heard her voice he jumped to his feet fueled by pure adrenaline.

“I’m ok,” she says slowly. “I wanted to call you sooner but I couldn’t.”

“What happened?” He asks again clutching at his wildly beating heart.

“I guess I’m allergic to something in my new multivitamin,” she chuckles lightly.

“What?” Yoongi asks feeling slightly relieved that she’s able to squeak out a reassuring chuckle, but still very anxious.

“I decided to try out a new vitamin, but I’m allergic to something in it. I just had a really bad reaction, I’m ok.”

“They said you were unconscious,” he pouts.

“I was able to call my manager. I don’t really know what happened after I called him, I’m just lucky he got to me fast. When I woke up I was in the hospital.”

“So you’re ok?” He asks still not convinced. “How do you feel right now?”

“My throat is sore, but other than that I’m ok.”

“Are you really?”

“No,” she chuckles. “I’m covered in hives and hooked up to all kinds of machines and shit. Also my head hurts because I guess I bumped it on something when I passed out. And worst of all, I miss you.”

“I miss you too. So so much. I almost ran all the way there to see you.”

“Don’t do that,” she laughs. “They’re taking care of me. I’ll probably be here another day or two so you don’t have to worry. I’m in good hands.”

“I believe you,” he smiles with relief. “I know I can trust you when you tell me you’re fine. I heard about this through an article that only said you were taken to the hospital after you were found unconscious. I’ve been anxious all day.”

“I’m sorry, babe.”

“No, you don’t have to be sorry,” he says lightly. “I’m just telling you how my day went,” he chuckles. “I’m just really happy to know you’re ok.”

“Good. I was worried about you when I heard the voicemail you left me. I’m happy you answered. It’s just really good to hear your voice.”

“After this day you have no idea how good it is to hear you and……all of the shit I can hear beeping around you,” he jokes.

“If you want me to unplug the stuff-“

“No!” He answers quickly.

“I’m kidding,” she chuckles through her hoarse throat.

“You can’t play with me like that,” he jokes. “So what happens now?”

“I’m not sure. They want to do a couple of allergy tests to try pinpointing the exact thing I’m allergic to.”

“And you think it was in your multivitamin?”

“Yeah, right after I took it everything went bad. It’s a new brand that I got as a gift. I guess I won’t be posting that one on my insta,” she laughs.

Hearing her laugh through the phone makes Yoongi feel a million times better. He’s still worried about her, he always will be, but this time he feels different than he has before. She’s told him everything that happened and what’s to happen next. There’s nothing more he can do, and no matter how bad he wants to be next to her right now, it won’t change anything.

They talk for another hour relishing in the sound of each other’s voices. Hyeri is happy that the conversation didn’t turn out like the one after her premiere. Yoongi didn’t press her or make her feel like he doesn’t trust that she’s ok. That makes her feel better. She feels even more relieved when he tells her about his talk with Minho and how his sessions have been going in general.

Yoongi hasn’t always had a hard time expressing what’s on his mind. For the most part Hyeri never had to guess what he was going through. He’s already been through a lot in his life and had a previous round of therapy to address his mental health and other issues. The difference now is that he’s in love. Hyeri has brought out a part of him that he had never known before. He quickly found himself wanting to protect her at all costs. Even a minor paper cut would have him ready to fight. This love is a new feeling and he found himself sinking into bad habits, some old and some new.

Yoongi started to believe that he would never find that type of love, but then he did and for whatever reason he felt like he’s only lucky to have Hyeri, but anyone else could easily sweep her off of her feet and take her away from him. On stage and in the studio he feels confident and invincible. With Hyeri he feels tiny and less than worthy. He started having big reactions to not so big things. It all finally boiled over during their tour and by then Yoongi felt too powerless to stop the downward spiral. He hated himself for getting to that point and wanted her to hate him too.

He may still need to work on forgiving himself, but he’ll never take for granted how much she’s forgiven him.

[jhsplus]

looking out for you

— summary ; an ex lover should always stay an ex lover, but this girl just can’t seem to let him or his present lovers go, and neither can they.

— pairing ; idol!bts x idol!oc

— genre ; fluff, most definitely angst, poly!au, romance, idol!au, exes to friends to lovers!au

— word count ; 3k

— warnings ; subtle mention of alcoholism and drugs addiction, mention of negative past (neglect, self-raising), mention of death of drugs

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WHO IS KANG AERIS?

On June 11th, 2015, Kang Aeris, a female trainee of Linear Enterprises, a company dedicated to shine the spotlight on talented individuals and groups both young and old, debuted with her best friend of three of five of her trainee years.

Kang aspires to be the reason youngsters choose to believe in something they lost hope in. She, alongside Hyun Jang-Mi, “hope to provide a sanctuary, a safe place, for those who need it. We cannot be there in person for them, but we hope to be there for them through our songs, a sort of… communication from one person to another.”

—Quoted from June 27th, 2017 during an interview found here: www.koreaboo

Kang Aeris was found to be battling with her own mental health after confessing to thousands of fans on her Instagram live (from December 12th, 2017) that she faced many hardships growing up. She revealed to have a guardian, and not parents as they refused to take responsibility for their actions and for their children’s childhood. Kang had also said that there were many times when her father would be present and sober, but he would fall victim to drugs and alcohol once again while her mother was diagnosed with Bipolar and Schizophrenia, making her extremely difficult to deal with and therefore she was found to have died by an overdose of heroin. Her father died of liver, heart and kidney failure as his toxic drinking (and drug) habits finally caught up him. That left Kang in a very awkward situation: what would happen to her and her siblings? The order of the siblings from first to last born: Jae-hee (f), Aeris (f), Lilly (f), Hyeon (m), Hye-sook (m) and Iseul (f). The idol was left to fend for herself and her siblings.

Due to Kang’s refusal of the continuation of detail from her childhood, no other confirmed allegations have been brought up since her physical argument with a saesang, who overstepped her boundaries and was put to the floor after making an inappropriate comment to her face. The saesang was announced to have been fine, only being bruised around the eye, a broken nose and a fractured wrist. She herself had a lot to say about the damage done to her, a lot of which we will not be able to disclose due to the inappropriate language used. But, who’s with me when I say I was rooting for Kang? ‘Cause damn! That woman may only be 5’5” but she has some strength.

Kang Aeris was born October 31st, 1997 and, with photographic evidence, was proved to have attended the same school and class as BTS’ Jeon Jungkook, and even dated him before his debut! It was said that the two were very close but when Jeon continued his path to a bright future of an idol career, the two grew apart, petty arguments aroused frequently — whether at school or on a day outisde of school —, they barely showed affection and the cherry on top: Jeon had fallen in love with his older hyungs, who he is now in a happily committed relationship with — yes, all seven of the BTS members are dating!

Kang’s management confirmed in the early days of July that she had not dated anyone since their breakup, causing rumours to arise between the two old lovers.

To read more on our star of the week, the link below will direct you to our main website, where we reveal the juiciest, the thickest secrets of our beloved idols!

—Article 382, IdolFind

Jang-Mi being angry was an understatement. “What absolute bullshit!” She yelled over the phone. “I can’t believe them right now! You’re in Seoul, without me, and the public are gonna start on you, I just know it!”

Aeris stayed quiet for a second before deciding her next words carefully. “I’ll be okay, Mimi. I have security, and it’s only the MAMA’s, so it’ll be packed with idols so fans, saesangs and the public can’t get to me.” She explained. “They won’t even be able to reach me on stage.” Her eyes flickered to the window that displayed a clear, beautiful view of a sunset over the large city of Seoul. “Plus, you’ll be here soon anyways.”

“Mhm.” She replied. “Sure, sure, and why don’t we just throw in the fact that BTS are gonna be there too!” Jang-Mi was protective over her maknae, and refused any type of harm to touch her because they had a sister-type bond, nothing more, nothing less. “Rumours are gonna spread the second you walk in after them, I can guarantee that.” She huffed, “Just like the moment me and Eloise met in France, and suddenly everyone was all over us.”

Aeris chuckled. “But you two are actually dating, and Jungguk… well—”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence because I know you’re acting in the heat of the moment and rethinking everything. Don’t, cheonsa, please don’t do this to yourself. Not again.” Jang-Mi pleaded, voice stuttering with emotion. She sounded like she was going to cry, and Aeris couldn’t blame her. The last time Aeris thought of Jungkook in that particular way, it wasn’t pretty; she became depressive, rarely responded to her older sister and Jang-Mi alike, until she ended up attempting a threat on her life. That attempt was painful, and Aeris was in mental pain whenever she thought of it, she could still feel certain parts of her body shaking with spilling blood and the pain—

“I have to go, cheonsa.” Jang-Mi said, disappointment clear in her voice. She sighed into the receiver and the two said their goodbyes, both wanting to stay on longer, but Aeris needed to get dressed and ready while Jang-Mi was still on her way from the airport, having to get dressed in the limousine on the way. “I’m on my way, so sit tight, yeah? I’ll be with you soon.”

After her best friend hung up, all the lonely woman could do was gaze and admire the sun setting beneath to buildings in the distance, small rays making their way in between the tall structures. Clouds slowly drifted past as the different light shades of the horizon turned darker with the passing time. Before she knew it, an hour had passed and she had two hours before having to make attendance at the award show.

She stood up from the bed, shaking her head lightly to get rid of her sudden dizziness as the door opened, revealing her two other members, make up and clothing artists and her manager. They clustered into the room with a trolly containing their accessories for the night.

“Okay, girls,” Su-Yeon, their manager, started, gesturing for the the three of them to crowd around her, “tonight will be a bit difficult to comprehend but I’ll make sure to explain it while you get ready and again on the way, yeah?” She looked between the girls and they nodded with determined smiles. “Okay, good plan. Now, go.” She responded with a smile of her own as the girls were ushered to their own small station by their team to get them ready.

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Jang-Mi swiftly closed the door behind her and the car took off almost instantly. “What a call, am I right?” She laughed, and Victoria shook her head at her.

“You’re lucky,” the latter started, “we almost left without you, dodo.”

The former frowned playfully, “I love you too, itty bitty titty vicci.” It was her time to smirk as the woman in question choked on her spit.

Mabel and Aeris shared a look of amusement before chuckling together. The two maknaes were close, but not as close as Aeris was to Jang-Mi as the two of them had trained together for three years. Mabel was closer to Victoria as they shared many interests and factors and enjoyed each other’s company quite frequently, whether it was going for a walk, reading together, dancing, producing or vocal practice, they did it together. Their bond was almost as powerful as Jang-Mi and Aeris’, who instantly hit it off the second they met.

Aeris leaned against Mabel’s shoulder, the older woman softly dropping her head on top. She loved moments like these: Victoria and Jang-Mi playfully arguing while she and Mabel sat back and watched it happen. Moments like those helped her stay calm and relaxed, and she needed all the calming sentiments as possible because MAMA was a big deal for her. Ever since the MAMA’s were created, Aeris was interested. She wanted to do what the artists did, she wanted to sing and dance and perform for thousands, if not millions.

A dream, she called it.

A moneymaker, her parents called it.

She didn’t care about them, though. They did nothing to help her raise herself and her siblings, they didn’t care about any of them because if they did then they wouldn’t have done what they had. She almost felt bad whenever she thinks of the fate they came to be; ashes in an urn, to which no one visits.

Aeris closed her eyes, trying to calm her nerves when the weight of Mabel’s head on her own was lifted and her shoulder suddenly disappeared. She peeped an eye open and there sat Jang-Mi in all her glory, smoothing down her hair before replacing Mabel’s old position. “You okay, bubs?” The elder asked. She received a quiet hum. “Just focus on your breathing.” She whispered, “Suyeon-ssi is going to explain tonight’s plan and I’ll tell you when we’re seated, yeah?” Another quiet, but hesitant hum.

The rapper smiled, before leaning the side of her head on Aeris’, ready to listen to her manager. Victoria and Mabel sat with no spare space between them. They’re like each other’s anchor, Suyeon mused to herself.

The manager cleared her throat. “Now, when we get there, we need big smiles, teeth and even gums if possible. I’m looking at you, Mabel.”

Mabel grinned in response.

“Victoria, you’re the leader, therefore, you’ll be getting out first and it will be absolutely packed — I spoke to Daniel about it, it’s pretty chaotic. You need to make sure these three don’t go wandering, but whatever you do, stick together as much as possible, okay?”

Victoria nodded sternly.

Suyeon turned to Jang-Mi, who immediately perked up, but not enough to disturb her occupied best friend. “Jang-Mi, it is important for you to stay by Aeris’ side all night, okay? If she goes to the bathroom, so do you. If she wants to speak to another group, so do you. If she does absolutely anything, you need to be there as well.” The bleached-blonde shook her head in agreement. “We can’t risk the paparazzi or saesangs getting sight of her. She won’t be able to handle them on her own.”

Jang-Mi smiled, looking down at her maknae. “I’ll make sure of it.”

“Great.” Suyeon turned to stare out the window as car came to a slow stop. The flashing and shuttering of the cameras awoke Aeris as she sat up and prepared herself for the worst, mind still slightly foggy from her short trance. She busied herself with preparation of checking up on her make-up and smoothing down the creases in her clothing.

“Oh, and Jang-Mi?” Suyeon asked, opening the door and allowing Victoria to step out, Mabel following.

“Keep her far away from Jeon.”

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The venue sparkled and shimmered with circling bright lights. Idols from varieties of different groups, and soloists, were crammed into the bottom, near the centre stage as fans of many surrounded the upslope sides, lights sticks raised and waving.

Jang-Mi held tightly onto Aeris’s hand as they walked down the steps, the two girls in sync with the others movements. Victoria led the way, manoeuvring past different people and seatings to find their own space. Luckily, it wasn’t too far from the stage, and therefore, it would be a lot easier access to backstage to get ready before they performed. Aeris scanned the area, a breath of relief escaped her when she realised she was out of the clear and confidence striking her as the coast, she deemed, was clear.

They reached their assigned seating. With twenty or so minutes to spare and the camera’s already rolling, the four of them decided to chatter amongst themselves.

“What… is your biggest flaw?” Mabel dragged out, her chin rested on her open palm as she awaited an answer. Victoria instantly shot up. “Go on.”

Victoria cleared her throat. “Forgetfulness.” She answered proudly. Jang-Mi scoffed. The younger of the two held a sharp look. “What?”

Jang-Mi chuckled. “Don’t worry.”

“No, no. I will worry. Tell me.”

“Share with the group!” Mabel clapped excitedly, a large smile on her lips.

Jang-Mi shared a look with Aeris, who raised an eyebrow with a smirk. The latter turned to Victoria. “Forgetfulness, sure, but you’re forgetting your Egoism.” She leaned back onto the palm of her hands as her best friend placed a hand on her thigh, the placement just above her knee.

Mabel laughed. “My flaw is I have no flaws.” She flipped her long hair back over her shoulder.

“I refuse to believe that.” Jang-Mi scoffed again.

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Jungkook couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. They wandered from her face, to her crossed legs and to her boot-clad feet. She was still as beautiful as the day he left her. Fingers appeared in front of his vision, blocking and blurring Aeris’ figure. It was Jimin. His hyung looked at him in concern.

“What’s wrong, kook?” He asked, his hand coming up to rub Jungkook’s bicep soothingly.

“It’s nothing, hyung.” The maknae’s eyes rotated away from his lover to the woman sitting there, legs still crossed, still leaning on her arms. Her smirk was gone but she was laughing. What he would do just to hear her beautiful laughter again.

Jimin’s eyebrows furrowed, following his eye line to see his younger lover’s first love. His heart dropped. If she was here, then rumours will arise, especially with himself and his partners seated so close to hers. Jimin watched as Aeris threw her head back and laughed at something one of her band mates had said. A smile appeared on her face, and he himself couldn’t help the upward twitch of his own lips. He bit his lips to stop his smile, turning around to the others and leaving Jungkook to stare.

Seokjin, Yoongi and Hoseok were conversing about what take-out they wanted after the group got back to their hotel while Namjoon and Taehyung admired the lights and staging. Jimin’s worry only worsened when he realised Jungkook was still gazing at her, his facial features relaxed and adoring.

What he would do to see him not stare at her like that.

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The dress change had been very quick, along with the make up and hair. Microphones were removed from them the second they finished their routine and disappeared off-stage.

It had been exhilarating.

The four women were released from back stage and made their way back to their seating arrangement. Mabel and Aeris fell behind Victoria and Jang-Mi, who conversed and poked fun at one another, like sisters (just less violent). Aeris smiled unconsciously.

“You did good out there, you know?” Mabel said softly, looking at her maknae with something she wasn’t able to identify.

She nodded slowly, exhaling. “You did too, SB.”

“You didn’t just call me that.” Mabel scoffed in disbelief. They walked past a couple girl groups on their way. “I thought we dropped that.”

Aeris smirked, shaking her head. “Definitely not, it was too good to pass up.” As Mabel went to rant about how she did actually know how to cook smoked bacon properly, and almost burning down the dorms wasn’t entirely her fault, but Jang-Mi’s as well, she locked eyes with brown.

A man. A man she knew all too well.

Min Yoongi, present lover of her past lover.

His feline eyes softened a smidge, before hardening as he stared her down. Her breath had been stolen as she ambled past with Mabel droning on. The second they walked past, she could still feel his eyes on her back, burning through her clothing, through the skin on her back and into her soul.

Aeris inhaled deeply, eyes widened as she moved on. She hadn’t recovered, despite her putting on a mask of calmness, as she sat down. Her eyes scanned the stage, bright lights invading her clear view as another group performed. She dared to glance his way, only to see him leaning forward, elbows rested on his knees, hands lazily clasped between the space, his eyes on her every move. Her eyes averted. Her breath quickened.

“Why is so he so beautiful, but so damn scary.”

“Did you say something, bubs?” Jang-Mi looked over at her, eyebrow raised. Aeris’ eyes met hers as she immediately composed herself. She nodded hurriedly, a sudden yawn escaping her mouth. Her hand moved to cover her action.

“Yeah.” She mumbled, tired, and longing to go back to the hotel and sleep everything off.

Jang-Mi shrugged, nodding. “If you say so.” Yet, her suspicions were hidden, she turned around to continue watching the other two interact, eyes glancing between them and the sight of her frizzled friend.

Hello Hello! :D

I just wanted to quickly say that this is a draft of something I started almost forever ago and I wanted to alter it and work with it as much as possible, so it wouldn’t go to total waste.

If so, I am considering converting it to an ‘x reader’ instead of an original character. Although, I haven’t decided yet and even then it would take a lot to turn a new page and avert everything to something like that. It’s still in considering, though.

I also just wanted to say I have no update schedule and such cause I’m going to be very busy with counselling and personal as such things. I will update whenever can. Hopefully soon though, because I quite like what I’m doing with this work.

But, anyways,

until next time, my loves <3

[winxanity-ii]

BTS MASTERLIST

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⨂ KIM NAMJOON

⨁ KIM SEOKJIN

⨂ MIN YOONGI

⨁ JUNG HOSEOK

⨂ PARK JIMIN

⨁ JEON JUNGKOOK

⨂ KIM TAEHYUNG

⨁ SHIPS/OT7

[pandorasword]

Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

CHAERI'S MASTERLIST

Chaeri's relationship with BTS

Maknae line

ꕥ Taehyung | V

If they were a song lyric:

✦ Twin flames type of love

「 A "twin flame" will always change your life. And that is exactly what happens to both of them when they met. Not immediately, but a gradual rise to total trust and respect for one another. If twin flames relationships could be summed up in one word, it would be intense.

Chaeri was able to put Taehyung back together just as Taehyung was able to do it too for Chaeri. In this process they realized to be each other's halves, platonically and not romantically. This isn't something that the other members can fully understand as they are unaware of the fragile state of mind the two kids were in during bangtans' early days.

They are always together, literally. They are likely shutting themselves in their own world and not letting anyone else in when they are hurting, or overwhelming everyone with their high spirits and complicity when they are at their best. They often wear matching clothes, attend the same parties and are mistaken for an engaged couple more times than they like. They enjoy, however, teasing those people who strongly believes the rumor about their relationship. How? By acting as if they were really a couple at one moment and denying it completely at the other.

So many armys are convinced that TAERI love each other madly, with all that pda, always mutually picking when teams are formed, sitting next to the other at every event. The hashtag #TAERI is always number one after a concert, correlated with many pictures of interactions of the two. 」

ꕥ Jimin

If they were a song lyric:

✦ Ride or die type of love

「 Chaeri and Jimin are the physical representation of the 'ride or die' concept.

A 'ride or die' relationship is when you are willing to do anything for someone you love or someone you really appreciate in your life. The person who you stand by in any problem and vice versa.

Chaeri knows that there is no such good and kind individual as Jimin in this world so she decided that her personal life mission is to defend him from anyone who tries to take advantage of his good heart. On the other hand, Jimin has always felt great love for the youngest of the group, admiring how bravely and frankly she faces every problem or difficulty, no matter how big it is. It's common knowledge that Jimin has said more than once that although the male members of BTS are older than Chaeri, each of them has a lot to learn from her.

CHAEMIN is not a particularly romantically shippable couple for the armys, but endless are the videos on social media about the two being close and adorable on and off the stage. 」

ꕥ Jungkook

If they were a song lyric:

✦ Meant to be type of love

「 Everyone knew that Jungkook and Chaeri would've get along well. Both the youngest, danger-loving, physically active, competitive and joyful. There are so many things that make them similar and so many more that make them totally different. All this leads to the effect of them filling in each other's missing parts. So, it is easy to figure out that no one was surprised when the two started spending most of their time together but, what the group members would not have expected at all was that, at some point, they would see them fall in love with each other. Every day a little more. Irremediably, with no turning back, against every rule imposed from day 0 by their managers. They fell in love without being able to control it.

When they met, despite being older, Jungkook felt reassured that he had found a friend with such a strong temperament, someone who wasn't afraid to speak their mind.. even if they had one of the head of the company in front of them. This gave him much to learn from and take guidance about, a model to build on to overcome his shyness and fear of saying the wrong words at the worst times. One memory he will always hold dear in his heart is when, not long after the debut, he admitted to her that he was afraid of how silly or inconsiderate his thoughts might be if said out loud. She told him that she would always care and consider what he had to say, so whenever something came to his mind he had to say it without thinking too much.

All of her first times were with Jungkook. Growing up in the entertainment industry means giving up so much about childhood as much as having big restrictions on almost everything you do; with him, tho, she always found a way to live her teenage years to the fullest.

They managed to keep their relationship a secret for a while, even enjoying the exciting feeling of doing something forbidden, making their outings more arousing.

Everything fell apart when someone of the staff reported Jungkook and Chaeri's situation to the managers. Even today, for the other members, it remains unknown what the managers told them during that urgently scheduled meeting. What is certain is that they both went through a long and difficult time after that day, showing themselves only as friends in the sight of the other bts members, nothing else.

CHAEKOOK is the most loved unofficial couple in the KPOP industry. Armys are firmly confident that there is something more going on between the two. Supporting their thesis is a video of Jungkook apparently in tears right behind the newly formed pair of Chaeri and Ateez's captain Hongjoong. 」

Had to repost because the old post is broken and doesn't appear in search results. I think I will still leave them on the profile for those who left a heart

۵ Pandora

[bangtaninborderland]

JHS: Twisted Feelings

Summary: After working at an award show for 2 years everything had become normal, idols were no longer exciting to see, performances became dull and every day blended together, that was until an unexpected man asked for your help.

Genre: idol!jhope x fem!reader, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers, ongoing series

Warning: none for this chapter!

A/N: I have been planning this for a few weeks and I’m so excited to share the first chapter with you all! I truly hope you enjoy this hoseok fic, i in no way on bts and this is purely a story of fiction! Please as always share your thoughts and leave a like if you enjoy! Thank you for reading my work and I hope you all have a beautiful day! I will take stabled and request/questions for this couple!

Ch.01 < Series Masterlist > Ch.02

As usual whenever the award season started you barely had any time to breathe, you would wake up at 4am and get home at midnight and that’s if you were lucky and had some help from the otherwise useless people you found yourself calling colleagues.

You had just sat down at your desk for the first time on your 8 hour shift when your attention was already being called away.

“I need the speeches subtitled within the next 30 minuets otherwise you’ll have to stay late today.” You turn towards your manager who was staring at you blankly, her demands confusing you.

“I sent them in last night, Min confirmed she rece..” Before you could even finish your sentence your manager had begun walking away, her attention refocused on something far less important.

You sighed as you leaned back in your chair, your mind wandering for a few precious moments. You hadn’t always wanted to work in this industry but when the opportunity presented it to yourself two years ago you was elated. It was your dream then, to be around high class people, with an exciting job, the opportunity to use your language degree for something other than journalism.

However. you soon realised it wasn’t all that it was made out to be.

You had lived in America for some years before, it was where you finished getting your English degree. Your mother had been ecstatic, her only daughter having such a high degree and studying abroad. Although, coming home, back to South Korea, it felt different.

You realised you wasn’t the same person you was before but out of fear of facing disappointment you continued translating, you still remember the way your parents faces lit up when you told them about being hired by a small tourist firm, you stayed there for six months but the company eventually went bankrupt.

You hated being jobless, the thought of having no income scared you, your parents assured you they would be able to help with your costs, they wasn’t rich but they was comfortable enough to make sure you didn’t starve but even so you denied and thankfully found another job in journalism.

You loved it, you mostly spent your days writing about the greatest things in South Korea, you had grown to love writing and eventually you got promoted, reporting on random K-pop groups, you would have been happy to stay at the publishing company but the pay wasn’t great and slowly your bills grew higher and higher, you know you’d had to find another job and that’s how you ended up here.

The great world of translating awards and TV shows.

A light thud hit the back of your chair, forcing your eyes awake. “Are you actually sleeping right now?”

You groaned at the sight of your best friend. “I’m resting okay Na-rae, Ji-sung has been on my back all day.”

“When isn’t she.” You watch as she sat beside you, spinning around in the desk chair as she spilled her daily gossip, you tried your best to focus but every day there was a new drama and slowly you became uninterested.

“So I heard there’s been a change to the line up.” She wiggles her eyebrows.

You laugh at the way her face moved. “Great so that means I’ll have to change the subtitles again.”

She rolls her eyes, offering you gum which you decline. “Are you not even interested in who it is?”

“Not really.” You admit, for you the glamour had worn off but you could see her excitement so you did what any good friend would do. “Tell me before you explode, you look like a tomato.”

“It’s BTS.” She screams in a hushed voice.

It takes you a second to digest the newest addition, you would be lying to say you wasn’t shocked, everyone know who they are, they are not just popular in South Korea the same way others are, they are global.

“Are you sure?” You ask a little cautious of the news.

She nods excitedly, “We had a call today from their manager confirming they would be attending, they sent in their speeches for you to translate them.”

She hands you a wad of paper, it’s much thinner than you’d think considering it was 7 people, and for 7 awards. “Wow, well I hope this doesn’t stop people working, you know how it gets anytime someone even remotely popular comes.”

“Do you remember when Ji-sung wanted to give Jin her number when she helped record that one interview?” You both giggled at the thought of your manager hounding a man who wasn’t interested.

You looked around before continuing to whisper. “You know she still talks about that right.”

Na-rae snorts “She says it was her chance at love.”

“More like Sugar Daddy” You comment, your laughter dying down as you listen to the daily announcements.

You’re surprised when you hear your name being called to the front desk. You said a quick goodbye to Rae before rushing down the stairs, not wanting to keep whoever it was waiting.

You look around the small waiting room but don’t see anyone, you walk back to the main desk, leaning over to get the receptionists attention. “Jae-ssi I was called down do you know anything about it?”

“In the first room, take this.” He hands you a folder and you give him a small bow before walking towards the room. None of your questions being answered.

You walk in and close the door behind you, turning to the few people waiting in the room. You pause momentarily as you recognise the faces in front of you but you remember your professionalism before quickly introducing yourself.

“Please sit. We’ve only come to discuss the performance, we was told you could be of help.” You nodded, he looked so much different in person.

“Im Kim Namjoon, this is Jung Hoseok and that’s our manager” He introduces himself and the others in the room although it wasn’t necessary, you bow to them all quickly before taking a seat.

“I’m not sure why I was asked to take this meeting, in all honesty I’m sure the technical team would be best.” You explain quickly flicking through the folder you had been handed.

You smile at both Namjoon and Hoseok, although the excitement of the job has lessened the fact that Grammy nominated artists were in the same room as you was still amazing.

“They said that you do the subtitles and we wanted to check and make sure our speech was received well.” Hoseok explained, his voice was smooth, much calmer than you had heard before, although that wasn’t uncommon with idols.

“Ah yes, I deal with translations here, I haven’t actually had a chance to review your speeches yet I only received them about 20 minuets ago.” You felt a little embarrassed, maybe they had expected you to be finished already.

They both nodded and their manager stepped up to explain. “The members would like to discuss the speeches with you directly, we wouldn’t want anything to be twisted or subtitled out of context.”

You didn’t need to be an idol to know that it was common for translators to edit the words of the artists. Usually to fit their narrative.

“I understand completely. I was nearly finished for the day but I’d be happy to talk with you about each acceptance, let me just step out and get my laptop.” You waited for their agreement before leaving the room, the last thing you wanted to do was appear as rude.

You didn’t waste any time in rushing back to your desk, grabbing your laptop and notepad before returning to the meeting room.

You quickly took your seat and set your laptop up, silently hoping someone would break the silence.

“Did you fly there.” Your hands paused as you looked up, Hoseok was smiling at you and you laughed at his attempt to make a joke.

You shook your head. “I wasn’t that fast.” You waved your hands and grabbed your pen ready to take notes.

“So what do we do?” Namjoon asked, his head turning towards his manager.

You would have thought they would have done this hundreds of times by now. “Well you tell me what you want to say, I write it down and ask for any clarification or explanations if I need any and then I’ll go off and translate it.” You explain before their manager can get a word out.

“Exactly. I’m Sejin.” You smile at their manager who name had a name.

You started taking notes of everything Namjoon and Hoseok said, you could tell they was speaking slowly and you wasn’t sure if it was to give you a chance to write or to make sure you didn’t misconstrue anything.

Either way you was grateful, usually idols would talk faster than you could even comprehend what they was saying. You only realised an hour had passed when your laptop alarm went off, informing you the staff meeting was about to start, thankfully you knew Ji-sung would kill you if you left members of bts to attend.

“Do you have to go?” Hoseok asked, his eyes looking towards the clock.

You shook your head following his gaze. “No, if anything I’m happy to be in here.”

“Yeah that’s normal.” Namjoon sighed earning a sharp look from their manager. You was taken back by his tone, you had silently began questioning if you had done something wrong but it was always best to just ignore things like that.

“So is there anything else you’d like to add to any of the speeches? Any captions you’d like?” You ask, your eyes scanning your notepad.

Your attention was drawn back to the men in front of you when you heard Namjoon cleaning his through “I’m sorry.” He apologised.

You shook your head giving him a soft smile. “It’s okay, I can imagine people are usually thrilled to be in a room with you.”

“Usually it’s that and then some.” He says in English, you can’t help but laugh at the sudden change in language.

“Well I promise that I’m more excited about going home than I am about being in this room.” You respond back to him in English.

“You know not all of us are fluent.” Hoseok sighs hitting Namjoons arm.

“I’m sorry Hoseok-ssi.” You apologise a little afraid you had upset the man.

Namjoon exaggeratedly rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry about him.”

You nodded at both of them before standing. “If that’s all then I guess I’ll be going. I wouldn’t want to hold up your day unnecessarily.”

“Well we are also here to do a soundcheck so I wouldn’t worry too much.” Hoseok explains and suddenly your worry dies down a little.

Namjoon holds the door open for you and you bow to him. “Thank you for giving this so much attention.”

You wave your hands at him. “It’s no problem, I’m happy to give you some peace of mind. If there’s anything else you need please let me know”

You watched as he looked around, his face confused. “You could show us to the stage, this is a new building and we are lost, the woman from before disappeared when she showed us the room.”

Of course, you was also now apart of a welcoming committee “It’s this way.” You pointed ahead of you and began walking, the idols close behind.

“So have you worked here long, it must be fun.” Hoseok asks, you could tell he was just trying to make small talk but you indulged him.

“It’s okay, good days and bad days just like everything.” You explain honestly.

He Hums at your response before asking his next question. “Don’t you get excited being around the idols all day?”

You didn’t have to think too long before responding. “At first it was fun but just like when you got a new toy as a child the excitement wears off, having to translate so many times because speeches get changed often becomes tiring. What about you, is the idol life really that great?”

You open the door and lead them down the entrance to the stage as Hoseok replies. “Good days and bad days just like everything.”

You raise your eyebrows at the way he used your earlier words but you give out and laugh at the way he was grinning.

“Well here you are.” You turn to Namjoon, Hoseok and Sejin as you opened the last door to the stage for them.

It was unusual for idols to come in and check their speeches or to practice on stage beforehand, you could see they cared for their jobs and that was refreshing to you.

“Thank you for all of your help.” Hoseok smiles at you, Namjoon and Sejin walking off, you guessed to find the other members, if they was recording they all had to be there.

“Its my Job.” You explain, not wanting him to feel like you took extra time to be with them.

He presses his lips together, a silence grows between you for a few moments before he responds. “Can I ask you something else?”

You give him a small smile. “Sure.”

“Was English hard for you to learn? I’ve been trying to learn for Army but it’s not going well, the teachers our management team get for us are always far too advanced.” He rubs his neck before adjusting his sweatshirt.

No one had ever asked you about your degree so his question was something you considered for a moment. “I think it’s more about the reason you want to learn, at the time my reason was strong, it was my passion and i wanted to use it for something good, I pushed myself to study every day. Exposure helps too. I’m sure your fans love you wether or not you know English.” You give him some reassurance, no one should ever feel less for not knowing a language.

“Thank you. I should go.” He looked behind him momentarily before tuning back to you, you could see more figures moving around but you didn’t pry.

“Of course, I’m sorry if I distracted you.” You smiled, walking towards the exit door.

“You didn’t, it was nice talking to you, have a good day.” He nods towards you before turning around, you rush out of the door not wanting to intrude any longer.

It isn’t until you sit back at your desk that your brain processes the last two hours, everything feeling more real.

You wanted to focus on your work but Na-Rae had other ideas. “Where was you?”

“Okay so you won’t believe this.” You pull her down into the seat beside you.

“What?” She tuts, turning the chair to face you.

“I just met Namjoon and Hoseok.”