#jhope x original character

[missywritesfor7]

🔥 Pandora’s Hope | JHS 🔥

Synopsis: Hoseok and his girlfriend broke up just a few months ago and now all he wants is to get laid with no strings attached. One night his best friend Nari decides to help him with that despite being in a relationship with a controlling psycho. One time can’t hurt, but it turns into more times. Before they know it, Hoseok and Nari find themselves caught in a complicated web of sex, lies, crime, fear, and so much pain.

Or

Hoseok starts sleeping with his best friend but it gets complicated when her boyfriend turns out to be more than just an abusive asshole and they have to get an attorney and detective involved.

Pairing: dom!Hoseok x fem!oc

Status: Complete

Warnings: NSFW, smut, some more smut, domestic abuse, sexual abuse, cheating, organized crime, anxiety, depression, panic attacks, death, some fluff because Hoseok, parenthood, alcoholism

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|| Ch. 2: Ego ||

Saturday morning Hoseok wakes up and stares at the ceiling trying to figure out what happened last night. What got into Nari? How did he let her break him down so easily?

He had never thought of doing anything with her before. She always seemed off limits in his mind. Not only because she’s already in a relationship, albeit a garbage one, but also because he only saw her as his best friend. His little sister who he should protect although she’s only one year younger than him. But he can’t shake the image of her on her knees before him. The way she begged him to make her feel good. It’s like she learned his biggest weakness and used it to her advantage.

Was she in her right mind? Was she so mad about her fight with Leo that she lost all reason and Hoseok just so happened to be at the right place at the right time? Why did any of this happen?

His focus is lost, all he can think about is how good she felt, but also if it was a mistake. He wonders if he should go back to the bar tonight and ask her what that was about. Or should he avoid her for a few days and wait for the dust to settle first?

The day becomes night and he finally makes a quick decision to go to the bar. Somewhere in his haze he must have forgotten what day it is because he arrives to a busy and lively bar. Why did he think they’d be able to talk here now? Still, he takes his place at the bar figuring he’d may as well get a drink since he’s here.

“Whiskey?” Nari asks with a smile.

“I think I’ll just have a beer,” he says as if the whiskey was the problem last night.

“Beer?” She asks raising an eyebrow. “As you wish.” She smirks and fills a glass.

“Do I have to worry about your boyfriend showing up again?” He asks as she places the glass in front of him.

“No,” she sighs. “I don’t think so.”

“You don’t seem so sure.”

“You know how he is.”

“Yeah, I do. That’s why we need to talk.”

“You picked a fine time,” she chuckles. “You’ll be lucky to get me for five minutes.”

“I’ve got all night,” he says sipping his beer.

All night is exactly what it ends up taking. She’s moving around nonstop mixing drinks, cleaning counters, and flirting for a few extra tips from the big spenders. She refills Hoseok’s beer periodically but doesn’t stop for more than two minutes at a time. He’s about five beers in by the time the last customer leaves.

“How are you getting home?” She asks wiping down the counter for a final time.

“I drove,” he says finishing the last of his final beer.

“That’s not how you’re getting home though.”

“Why not?”

“Because I know you, and I know you’ve passed your limit a few drinks ago,” she chuckles.

“You’re the one who kept serving me,” he smirks.

“That’s why I’m the one who’s going to take you home.”

“You don’t need to do that.”

“But I want to.” She looks at him with her pleading eyes. That look is giving him flashbacks to last night that prickles his skin with goosebumps.

“What about your boyfriend? Isn’t he going to sniff your car seats and know you had someone else in there?” He says sarcastically.

“Don’t start, Hobi.” She says rolling her eyes.

“Are you going to tell me what last night was about?”

“Nothing,” she sighs. “He just…doesn’t like me working here.”

“You don’t say?” He says sarcastically. “Why is that?”

“He’s always accusing me of fucking my customers.”

“So in retaliation you decided to actually fuck one of your customers? Makes sense.”

“You’re not just one of my customers.”

“What am I then? And why did you…” He trails off waving his hands unsure of how to be direct about this.

“You’re my friend. My best friend and I trust you.” She pauses a moment while biting the corner of her mouth. “I’m just so sick and tired of him accusing me of shit all the time. I figured if he wants to accuse me of something then maybe I should just do it because what difference does it make? He thinks I’m fucking other people regardless.”

“So…you fuck me?”

“You said you just wanted to get your dick wet,” she smirks.

“Well yeah…but seriously, what was that?”

“I don’t know, Hobi,” she pouts. “I was mad and you were here. What do you want me to say?”

“It just caught me off guard. I wasn’t sure if there was more to it than that.”

“Let’s just say I was helping you with one thing and you were helping me with another. Like friends do.” She smiles as if she’s some mastermind for that thought. “Now let me take you home.”

That’s a bit of a relief to Hoseok. He doesn’t care what she has going on with Leo, or that she used him to get back at Leo or whatever it is she’s trying to do. She’s great and he wishes she would leave Leo and find someone better that actually treats her right. But that someone is not Hoseok. She’s his best friend and he doesn’t want this to turn into something awkward if she has deeper feelings for him and he has to turn her down because he doesn’t feel the same.

That was some amazing sex though.

The following day Nari sends him a text letting him know that she’ll take him to get his car later in the evening when Leo goes to work. He tells her not to bother, he’ll just schedule a ride to his car. However, she insists. She begs, to take him to get his car. Fuck her and her begging.

So now he has to sit at home all day without his car because he can’t resist a little begging from his friend. Does she know what begging does to him? They’ve been friends for 3 years and he doesn’t know why she’s suddenly unlocked his weakness. Why can’t he get her off his mind?

Just as she said, she shows up later in the evening and takes him to his car still sitting in the bar parking lot. It’s dark and empty since the bar is closed and when she pulls up next to his car he’s relieved to see that it hasn’t been bothered.

“Thanks for the ride,” he says unbuckling his seatbelt.

“No, thank you,” she says placing her hand on his.

“For what?” He asks a bit confused.

“For being a good friend,” she says softly.

“Of course,” he says unsure of what she’s talking about. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, but everything,” she sighs.

“What did he do this time?” Whenever she’s like this it’s usually because of another fight she had with Leo.

“Nothing. This time it’s me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve been with Leo for 4 years. We’ve done a lot of things together.” She pauses and looks right into Hoseok’s eyes. “In all that time I’ve never had sex with him that was even half as good as sex with you.”

“Oh,” he says taken aback. He wasn’t sure what had been on her mind, but he wouldn’t have guessed it was that. He can’t deny that it definitely makes him feel pretty good.

“Hobi I know I kind of used you because I was just angry with Leo, and I’m sorry for that, but I haven’t stopped thinking about you. I haven’t stopped thinking about how you made me feel.”

“Really?” He feels the same, but this had to be just a one time thing. She’s with Leo, and Leo’s not the type of person that would take something like this well if he found out. Of all people that could offer to help him get his dick wet, it just had to be her.

“I can’t help it,” she says leaning closer to him and running her hand up his thigh. “You made me feel so fucking good. I want more. Can I be your slut again?”

“What? I mean are you sure? What about Leo? And what would that make us?”

“Leo wishes he could make me feel as good as you do.” She moves in closer to him and whispers softly in his ear. “I can be whatever you want me to be.”

Fuck. He knew she had a wild side but he never thought he’d be on the receiving end of it. He never once looked at her in a way that made him want to be on the receiving end of her submissive begging. Fuck her and her begging that has him about to burst out of his pants.

“Fuck, Nari,” he groans in frustration stuck between the angel and devil on his shoulders telling him to do two completely different things.

“Please, Hobi,” she whines brushing her hand over his hardening dick. “Let me take care of this for you.”

He’s frozen in place, effectively paralyzed by her soft lips meeting his. His breathing gets heavier as she reaches for his waistband and frees his dick. She continues kissing him with force, slipping her tongue into his mouth while using her thumb to tease his tip that’s already leaking from excitement.

“Riri,” he moans when she finally pulls back a moment for him to take a breath.

Before he can say anything else she bends over and slowly takes his entire length into her mouth. No matter what his head is telling him, his body won’t let him stop her. The way she moves her tongue over his most sensitive spots that he didn’t even realize he had makes it nearly impossible for him to stop her.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he exhales palming the back of her head and guiding it up and down his shaft a few more times.

“You taste good too,” she says coming back up to taste his lips again.

He wants to ask her so many questions. He wants her to make it make sense to him. He wants to know what her boundaries may be if she even has any. He needs to stop this and clarify a lot of things before they continue on. But instead she lets out another pleading moan begging him to make her feel good again, and that pulls his ego out.

“You want me to make you feel good?” He whispers grabbing a handful of her hair.

“Yes,” she moans.

“Will you do what I say?”

“Yes,” she moans again. “I’ll do anything.”

“Oh really?” He says giving her hair a gentle pull, just enough to reveal her entire neck. “What if I left a few marks on your pretty little neck?”

“Hobi, please,” she whines. “You know I would get in trouble.”

“You’re worried about getting in trouble with him, but you’re the one who said you would be my slut. Did you change your mind?” He tightens his grip in her hair conveying his displeasure with her for even thinking of Leo right now.

“No, I’ll still be your slut. Just…please, Hobi.”

“Don’t worry,” He smirks leaving a small kiss on her neck. “I won’t get you in trouble with your psycho boyfriend, but that means I’ll have to punish you another way.”

“Anything,” she moans. “Whatever you want.”

He releases his hold on her hair and swiftly pull her shirt over her head. She’s wearing a red lace bra that holds her tits up so perfectly. It’s hard for him to maintain his self control, not that he has much left at this point, but he enjoys toying with her. He enjoys teasing her just to hear her beg and moan. He enjoys swirling his tongue around her nipples and listening to her mewl.

“The shorts,” he growls releasing her nipple from his mouth. “Off.”

“Yes, sir,” she moans pulling his dominant side out even more.

She shifts around in her seat removing her shorts and revealing a red thong to match her bra that now sits around her stomach after he pulled it down to reveal her tits.

He watches her while slowly stroking his hard dick. He can’t get over how sexy she looks as he watches her obey his every command. The temperature in her car almost makes it feel like a sauna, but it only makes his heart race even more.

“Sit,” he says gesturing to his lap.

She ponders a moment getting ready to stretch her leg across the center console of her little sedan, but she looks unsure of how. He doesn’t say anything as he watches her finally lift her leg and slide it clumsily across his thighs. He wants to laugh, but he holds his dark expression and continues watching her comically try sliding herself over to his lap.

She gets about three quarters of her body over to him, but she slips and hits her thigh on the gear shifter. She lets out a yelp followed by an exaggerated pout in his direction, going from slut to adorable in a split second.

“Riri,” Hoseok laughs breaking his demeanor and pulling her into his lap. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah,” she pouts. “It kinda hurt though.”

“How are you so clumsy?” He chuckles burying his head in her chest.

“I don’t know,” she laughs shifting herself just enough for him to feel how wet she is through her thong against his dick.

“You better be careful,” he whispers with a smirk. “If you bruise yourself your boyfriend may think you’re fucking someone else.”

“Of course, I can’t have him think that,” she smirks grinding her hips into his cock.

“And yet here you are,” he growls returning his grip in her hair. “Begging me to fuck you.”

She lets out a strangled moan while working her hips into him more. He reaches his free hand down between her legs, slipping under the thin waistband of her thong and begins swirling his finger around her clit. He keeps the rhythm making her moans and whines rapidly increase.

“You’re so wet,” he says slipping a finger inside her with ease. “You must really want me to fuck you.”

“Mhmm,” she moans. “Please. I want you to fuck me so bad.”

“Will you be a good girl for me?” He asks pulling his finger out of her making her whine.

“Yes, Hobi. I’ll be your good girl. I’ll be whatever you want. Please fuck me.”

The amount of power she gives him when she begs burns him up inside. The way she impatiently grinds into him dying for him to fill her up. Teasing her any longer would only be teasing himself and at this point he doesn’t know if he can take much more. He needs to feel her surrounding him.

He pulls her thong to the side and positions her right above his tip. She tries easing herself down but he holds her up in place denying her for just another moment. He just loves hearing her whine for him. He circles his tongue around her nipple before dropping her down on his dick making her yell in pleasure.

He gives her no time to adjust and begins thrusting powerfully up into her. Part of it is because he loves to punish her, but also because he craves her so bad.

She says she hasn’t stopped thinking about him, and he hasn’t stopped thinking about her either. It’s not just the months he’s gone with no sex, but also the way she knows how to turn him on like no one ever has before.

The feeling of her warmth surrounding his cock renders him nearly unable to control his load that’s threatening to release into her. He can feel her clinching around him as she moans and squeals while bouncing in his lap. He won’t last much longer, but he can tell she won’t either.

He stops her movement, holding her down on his dick making her squirm and whine to get the release he’s denying her.

“Does someone want to cum?” He growls into her chest.

“Yes,” she moans. “Please…fuck I wanna cum all over you so bad.” She continues trying to break from his hold though she’s not quite strong enough.

“Do you even deserve to cum yet?” He smirks enjoying the sight of her quickly unraveling.

“Hobi please. I’ve been a good girl. I’ve been a good slut for you.” She sounds desperate and exasperated. “Please let me cum.”

He pulls her into his chest and returns to thrusting into her with no mercy. She’s moaning and sucking on his neck announcing her release that he can feel as she tightly molds around him.

“Fuccckkkk!” She yells reaching her climax and losing control of her body.

He continues going chasing his release as she rides through hers. He matches her moans with his own and let’s everything he has spill into her. She slowly rocks back and forth in his lap leaving soft kisses on his neck as he waits for his temporary paralysis to wear off.

“You’re so good to me, Hobi,” she says smiling and wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead.

“You don’t have to keep sweet talking me,” he chuckles. “Get home and get cleaned up before he catches you.”

“Yes, sir,” she smirks. “I’ll talk to you later.”

She’s unbelievable, but so satisfying.

[sleekervae]

So Good [0.6]

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pairing: KNJ x rockstar!oc

A/N: Hi everyone, sorry I've been away for a while. School is bogging me down and life had been wild, in both good and bad ways. I want to continue writing and despite my chronic writers' block, I ain't giving up too easily. Thank you all for your patience and trust that I will be updating more stories as I go!

word count: 2016

Purple text is Korean

Kimberly jumped when her phone suddenly rang beside her, disturbing the small nap she was trying to squeeze in her bunk. She grumbled as she turned over in the small enclosure, feeling around in the sheet while being rocked over and over in the tour bus.

"Kimberly! Your phone's ringing!" Maria suddenly shouted.

Kimberly rolled her eyes, "Gee! Thanks Maria!" finally she was able to fish it out, her heart leapt when Namjoon's name flashed across her screen. It would've been close to midnight in Seoul, and he hardly ever called her this late.

Pulling her bunk curtain tighter to its hook, she answered the call, "Hello?"

A voice cleared from the other end, unfamiliar to her, "H-Hey, Kimberly! How are you?" the voice was slurred, too light to be Namjoon but the twinge of his accent was slightly eerie.

"Um... who is this?" she asked, a pit of anxiousness bubbling in her gut. From what Chloe had told her, Korean idols had their contacts guarded mercilessly, and if Namjoon got in trouble for talking to her...

"Eh? It's Namjoon, what're you talking about?" the voice tittered, a faint song playing in the background. She relaxed only a little, her curiosity growing.

"Really?"

"Yeah!"

"... what tattoo do I have on my left forearm?" she asked.

The voice paused momentarily, grumbling to himself for a quick answer when she suddenly heard a more familiar exclamation.

" -- Dangsin-eun mwo haeyo? Nae jeonhwagileul jwo!"

The voice on the speaker suddenly changed in pitch, half-laughing-half-crying as he shouted, "Joesonghabnida! Joesonghabnida! Dowajuseyo!" and a scuffle ensued.

Kimberly was partly amused, partly concerned, waiting curiously until she heard Namjoon panting into the speaker, "I saekkiya! -- Kimberly? Kim?"

"H-Hi! Namjoon?"

"Hi," he panted, giving a short sigh, "I am so sorry about that,"

"No, no, that's okay," she chuckled, "Are you okay?"

"I'm good, I'm good. My friend's being an idiot," he replied. Kimberly could still hear laughter in the background, she found his startle quite endearing.

"It's okay, I promise," she replied, "Who was that, anyway?"

"Jackson. He's a friend of mine -- if not more of a shit disturber," he replied.

"It's nice to meet you, Kimberly!" he called out. Namjoon grumbled back in Korean, a cuss word she figured.

She laughed merrily, "Aw, tell him I say 'hi',"

"And boost his ego even more? Nah," he simpered back, "I hope we didn't disrupt anything,"

"You're all good," she assured him, "We're on our way to Krakow right now so we have an off day,"

"Oh, fantastic. Are you resting up?"

"As much as I can in a moving casket," her attention diverted to a furious hissing from the common area.

"Shit! I need help!" Chloe suddenly shouted, followed by the pattering of socked feet.

"Fucking shit, Chlo! We agreed not to heat up Alfredo sauce in the microwave!" Charlotte scolded.

Namjoon laughed, hearing the commotion from the end of his speaker, "Everything okay over there?" he asked.

Kimberly sighed heavily, shaking her head, "Oh, everything's fine. If I'm quiet enough they may believe I've gone back to sleep and won't bother me," she chuckled quietly.

Maria called from outside the bunk, "You know we can hear you, Kim!" she scolded, "... Hi Namjoon!"

"Hi Namjoon!" Charlotte echoed a moment later.

"Hi RM!" shouted Chloe.

Kimberly tittered, "The girls say 'hi',"

"Tell 'em I say 'hi' back -- what?" his voice drifted off, "Of course she is! Yeogiseo naga!" and there was another short scuffle over the speaker.

"What is going on over there?" Kimberly asked, her curiosity peeking, just imagining what bafoonery was taking place in Seoul.

Namjoon sighed, clearly dejected as muffled sniggers slipped out beside him, "Jackson wants to know if you're pretty. I'm so sorry,"

Kimberly had to press her lips to keep herself from laughing, her cheeks burning with the red smile curling across her face. She choked back a giggle as she answered, "I mean -- I think I am," she shrugged bashfully.

"Then what the hell are you doing with a guy like Namjoon?" Jackson suddenly called, laughing then as Kimberly could imagine the glare Namjoon was throwing his way.

"Ib damul-eo," Namjoon grumbled.

"Dangsin-eun nae sangsaga aniya," Jackson scolded back.

Meanwhile out in the common area, Charlotte and Chloe couldn't help but overhear Kimberly's conversation, all the while Charlotte was mopping up sauce on the counter and Chloe was cleaning sauce off of the floor.

"I think she talks to him more than talks to any of us," Chloe noted.

Charlotte simpered, "They talk maybe once or twice a week, Chloe,"

"Over voice, at least," Chloe replied, "... You think Darius knows that they talk that much?"

"I'm not even gonna go there," Charlotte replied, hoping that Kimberly couldn't hear them, "I told her to be careful from the get,"

Chloe shrugged back, "I'm just saying -- if Luke was away and you found out he was talking to a super famous pop star a few times a week, wouldn't you be worried?"

Charlotte held pause, staring down at the greasy countertop as Chloe's words sent a shiver through her. She knew exactly how she would feel if she was in a similar situation. Nevertheless, she turned back to Chloe, mustering as much confidence as she could.

"As far as I know, Kim's not doing anything wrong -- so I'm not gonna' lambast her for what we think could be happening,"

Chloe knew Charlotte didn't like confrontation, she never had and was extremely uncomfortable if she had to confront one of their friends. But Chloe wasn't stupid either; she was fearful that Kimberly was falling down a hole she nor the girls couldn't dig her out from.

Kimberly meanwhile was none the wiser to her friends' conversation, "What're you guys doing?"

"We're just sitting around, having a couple beers," he replied.

"With the other guys?" she asked.

"Nah, they're out doing their own thing tonight. Believe it or not, we don't always spend all our time together," he chuckled, hoping on the off chance he didn't sound condescending.

"Fair. Spend too much time with someone, some heads are gonna roll," Kimberly replied, then she brought her voice to a whisper, "Hence I'm hiding in my bunk so I don't have to deal with the Alfredo sauce from hell,"

Chloe suddenly hollered out, "I heard that Kimberly! Stop flirting with Namjoon and come help me!"

Kimberly rolled her eyes, pulling back the curtain and sticking her head out of her bunk, "We're not flirting!" she called back.

Charlotte sighed after, crouched down over a messy spill on the floor. A zesty, garlicky smell was beginning to fill the bus, "We just need a mop," she muttered, "Maria! Open the window in the back!"

"Already on it!" and Maria hopped out of her bunk.

Kimberly huffed, though Namjoon chuckled from the other end, "I take it you gotta go?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm so sorry," she replied.

"Don't be sorry. It's Jackson's fault, anyway," she could hear Jackson snap something back in Korean, much to her amusement.

"It's always a pleasure talking to you, don't be silly," she simpered, "I'll talk to you later, go have fun!"

Namjoon said his goodbyes and hung up the phone, his eyes lingering at his lock screen a moment more. Jackson meanwhile continued to sit and smirk up at his friend, much to Namjoon's annoyance.

"What are you smirking at?" he asked as he sat down, "And how did you know my passcode?"

"Don't be mad because I know your mom's birthday," he replied, "How long have you been talking to Kimberly?"

"A few months. She's nice," Namjoon muttered quickly.

Jackson scoffed, "So was Lim Ju-eun, she seemed very nice in your old posters,"

"Oh, leave me alone," Namjoon elbowed him softly, "She's my friend, nothing more,"

"I believe you," Jackson nodded, "I also believe that if you had the opportunity to date, you would snap her up in a minute,"

"She has a boyfriend, anyway," Namjoon pointed out.

Jackson sighed, "But none of that's not stopping her from rattling around in your brain all the time,"

Namjoon rolled his eyes, deciding to reach for another beer off the table, "Jackson, whatever you're about to say, just leave it alone,"

"I'm not trying to tease you, Joon," he said, his demeanour shifting to a serious undertone, "I'm worried for you,"

"Why are you worried for me?"

"Because you're falling for somebody you clearly can't have, and if that affects your performance --"

"It's not going to affect my performance, or my duties," Namjoon assured, "I told Jin and the others; Kimberly is my friend and any affection I have for her -- or for anyone -- isn't a priority. You would do the same if it was you,"

Jackson shrugged back, his gaze averting off, "I used to think that way..." he muttered.

Namjoon cocked a brow, staring long and hard at Jackson, "Hold on -- did you meet somebody?" he asked curiously.

Jackson nodded slowly, "You can't tell the other guys,"

"I won't," Namjoon assured him.

"Haneul -- or Hannah, I guess. I met her last year, she's a student at Yonsei, and we both went to the same restaurant for lunch," he explained.

"-- Have you spoken to her?" Namjoon asked.

"A couple of times. She's a little mean at first, she absolutely hates k-pop music" he chuckled, "But the more I got to know her, the more I really came to like her. And I think she came to like me, too," the way he spoke was so wistful, words grasping for the moment as though it had just happened. Namjoon had never seen Jackson so sentimental before, he hardly ever discussed his personal life like. They were both a lot alike in that rhetoric.

"So, what happened?" Namjoon asked, feeling the 'but' of his story creeping like a stark chill.

Jackson shrugged listlessly, "I had to let her go. I knew I couldn't have her, and it wasn't fair to make her wait for God knows how long until I could renegotiate my contract," he replied, "She said she understood, but I think I fuelled her hatred of this industry even more. She hasn't replied when I tried to check in with her, I know she probably needs so space to heal but... it sucks,"

Namjoon nodded slowly, "But you still think about her?"

"More than I would like," Jackson admitted, "I had a lapse in judgement; and I know I did the right thing in the long term, but I can't help but feel I wasted her time. I never should've gotten involved with her in the first place," he turned back to Namjoon, "My point is that I don't want you to make the same mistakes I did. As much as it paints me to admit, BTS is quickly becoming a global sensation and you can't afford to have your heart broken over someone you know you can't have. Don't get attached, you have to keep your focus,"

"I am focused," Namjoon assured him, "Kimberly is just my friend, and I am gonna make sure we do what we need to do to keep us all on track," he then placed his hand on Jackson's shoulder, giving him a small squeeze, "... That doesn't mean I can't feel for your situation,"

Jackson simpered, popping the beer can open and taking a swig, "It's better this way for us. Maybe one day it'll be different, but for now..." he shook his head, "We're stuck with each other,"

Namjoon took his own can and clinked with Jackson's, "I'll cheers to that," and he took a swig. His gaze shifted again to his forearm, remembering the pressure of the pen, the swift and sharp markings when Kimberly scribbled her number on his skin. He wasn't sure why he was so full of hope back then, blinded momentarily for what could have been though he knew fully well he could never have her. Jackson was right, he had to detach himself before she consumed him, or worse he consumed her and broke her heart.

After all, April was right around the corner...

[seulgiology]

i like the dances i do with you ㅣjung hoseok

pairing: idol!jhope x choreographer!original character

words: 3.2k 

genre: smut

warnings: smut lol, cursing, mature content

a/n: i really apologize but y/n makes me cringe ITS ADMIN 1 !!!! this is my first post and our overall first post for this blog so exciting. i’m new to writing, this is a very lowkey hobby of mine, admin 2 is the writer out of us two, but that doesn’t mean i won’t try lol. also the gif above is just for an extremely loose reference for the jhope down below, ik what he’s wearing there and the setting isn’t the same just bear with me. i’m open to CONSTRUCTIVE criticism and feedback, i generally want to make this blog a good one

disclaimer: This is a work of fiction from our imagination. It is not intended that the plot, theme, original characters, etc. portray any real-life events/people. Plagiarism is NOT tolerated on this blog. If you believe we have copied an existing authors’ work, please message us privately. thank you and enjoy :)

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“Guys, come on, the next part is really easy. All you have to do is-”

“You’ve been saying that for the past 3 hours Jeongyi.” 

“You wouldn't have to say that if Taehyung would stop trying to make Yoongi laugh every 5 seconds.”

“Yoongi needs to smile at somebody that's not Jimin and if it's anybody, it'll be Taehyung”

You let out a breathless chuckle, not even bothering to remove the sweat collecting on your upper lip and baby hairs sticking to your forehead. As you look at yourself in the mirror, you catch a member missing in the specific formation you carefully put together. You survey the idols until you find the suspect.

Your gaze shifted to the spot in the middle where the second main dancer, Jimin should be. You squint your eyes in exasperation when it was empty of him. There's a muffled snicker that catches your ears. Jimin’s dainty hands covered his plush lips, and his brown eyes disappeared into crescent moons as Hoseok continued to whisper in his ear, not realizing that they were interrupting.

“Care to share with the rest of us?” A playful smile graced your lips at the main dancer who jolts from being caught and bumps his forehead into Jimin’s head from being startled. “Hyung…” He whines, followed by murmured curses flying out of the younger's mouth as Hoseok turns sheepish and mutters an apology to him. 

Hoseok then puts his full attention to you, eyes shamelessly raking over your form. The tank that rose and bunched to a cropped state exposed your creamy skin and waist almost as small as the maknae himself. He doesn't care that you watch him look over the fullness of your breast, constricted in the sports bra. His piercing eyes glance at your sweat-covered collarbone and up to your lips.  They lingered there as your tongue darted out to lick their chapped form, and Hoseok couldn't stop his mind running to the dirty thoughts that plagued him. He forced his eyes away from your inviting lips when he felt himself twitch in his sweats and into your eyes that revealed your thick lashes, a knowing glint in your eyes.

You clear your throat and subconsciously rub your thighs together after feeling a slight slickness after being under his scrutinizing gaze. Yet, you continue to wait for an answer from both. When neither of the dancers moves their mouths to respond quickly enough, you say, “Both of you, upfront. Everyone else, you can take a 20-minute break unless I call you back earlier.” 

A mix of thank you and bows from the members cluster around your ears as they either rest against the blindingly white wall and floor as a worker either wipe a rag under their sweat tipped bangs or massages their sore muscles, or slug out of the practice room off to who knows where in the vast building. 

You look them both over, but noticeably keep your eyes on the main dancer a second too long. His white sweats hung tight around his waist, the strings tied for extra measure, and his loose gray tee showed nothing of his body. You vaguely remember Namjoon joking about how the dancer looked like Yoongi due to his simple colored clothes. 

You were about to move on until you reach that tantalizing stare of his, reeling you into his eyes that showed his desire for your body against his. A breath of a chuckle escaped his heart-shaped lips and he looked away while brushing his long fingers through the front of his parted black hair just for it to fall back into his dark eyes. You couldn’t even imagine how bad he wanted to fuck you against the mirror.

“Jimin-ah, you know what? I believe it was Hoseok’s fault over here that you were out of your formation, right?” You look at Jimin, who threw a confused squint at you from beneath his thick fringe before catching on. “Yeah Hobi-Hyung, you distracted me. I can't believe you would do this to me.” The shorter snickered up at the taller. Hoseok guffawed at me and stuttered over his words, the words “unfair,” were all you heard. 

“I’ll take it from here Jimin, you can relax. And drink some water while you're at it,” You smiled at him as he walked away and threw a victorious glance at Hoseok over his shoulder.  “Dwarf,” The older muttered loud enough for the other to hear. “Don’t act like I won't beat your ass, Hyung,” Was followed by the swift click of the door as Jimin ran from the hands of his member.

 “We’re going to dance, starting from the beginning up to the part you just learned,” You said, stopping to his right slightly behind him as were both looking into the mirror. You don't miss his eyebrow cock and the corners of his lips twitch into a smirk at your challenge. “Easy, I can do that.” He was relaxed, ready for an easy request. “Great, if you mess up, I'll have my best bud Seokjin over there hit you anywhere he wants.” You gesture to the male lazily spinning himself in a chair on his phone, mindlessly blowing raspberries through his plump lips. 

“Play the song from the beginning, with a 5-second countdown please,” you say to no one in particular as I ready myself. You see the amusement and mischief in his eyes as he swiftly positions himself behind you, as part of the choreography, close enough for you to feel his hot breath down my neck. “You’re going to dance your parts but I’ll switch between everyone to keep it decent enough, ok?” You whisper to him, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling between your legs.

“Five.” Namjoon’s voice rings out from behind the table.

You role your wrist and take a deep breath in, clenching and releasing your hands.

“Four.”  Jimin and Yoongi walk back into the practice room together, faces flushed as they quietly take a seat next to Namjoon.

You look into Hoseok’s eyes and soon roll them as he winks at you, a suggestive smile playing at his lips.

”Three.”  Jeongguk discreetly places himself against the wall, plucking Jimin behind his head earning him a wince from the older.

You feel Hoseok shift behind you, his front brushing against your ass in the slightest. You let out an almost inaudible whimper, hoping it went through deaf ears. Oh, the things you wish he’d do to you.

“Two.” Taehyung places himself on the edge of the foldable table, his striking eyes never once leaving your figure.

You feel like he's counting slow on purpose. Why are you getting nervous?

“One.” Seokjin lets out a loud "fuck" and wheels himself as fast as he can to the table with the rest.

The sudden sound of Taehyung's deep voice hits my ears as the first verse of "Fake Love" plays and you move your body to the beat.

«10 minutes later»

Well over ten minutes passed and Hoseok managed to get slapped in the ass, thigh, and back. His shirt stuck to his torso and back from his back and faintly painted the outline of his abs. He tried pushing the sweat-dipped hair out of his flushed face but it just smacks against his forehead. He was panting but stood up strong, ready for more.

Suddenly, a manager walked in and informed everyone in the room that practice for the day was over. Everyone but Hoseok and you bounded up before regretting it as their limbs were too sore and stiff from practicing and sitting too long without stretching. You gave Jin a silent chuckle of gratitude and saluted him as he carried a plush RJ in one arm and threw you a kiss in the other. The rest slightly bow towards you and say they'll meet in the van as their manager makes sure Namjoon doesn't trip over his own two feet from exhaustion.

Once they all pile out, along with the other workers, you allow yourself to rest for a few minutes, promising you’ll get up in 2 minutes

«38 minutes later»

Your eyes fly open at the familiar bass of a popular American song filling your ears. Out of the corner of your eyes, you see Hoseok position himself in a stance, getting ready to dance. 

You're so, fucking, precious, when you, smile…

His body twists and turns to the beat, movements fluid yet sharp. His face contorted into one of absolute concentration. Sometimes he’ll stop and do a particular move over again, but he's just making it up as he goes. You would've never known with the way he moved, but being a skilled choreographer lets you see his slight uncertainty in most counts. 

Hit it, from the, back and, drive you, wild…

You sit up and catch his attention. He paused the song and looked over at you questioningly. “I can teach you a dance to that song if you want.” You leaned back and placed your hands behind you to await his response, practically presenting yourself to him.

“Only if it’s good,” he said as he helped you up from the floor. You lifted both hands at him and he slid his much larger and softer ones into yours, his hands warm. But he pulled you up to quick, and a squeal left you as you lost your footing and waited for the floor to meet your back. Hoseok sprung into action swiftly wrapped an arm around your upper back and the other around your open waist. You ended up firmly pressed into his chest, your hands tightly help onto his biceps.

“Damn, your hands are cold,” You hissed out, subconsciously digging your nails into his arms. He grunted and tightened his hold, pressing my breast against his chest. He looked down into your widened eyes, his own hooded from feeling how hard your nipples are against him from your thin shirt. “Alright, let's start,” You sputtered out, his intense eyes giving away everything he felt at that moment. He let out a hum and slowly dragged his hands away from my body, ironically leaving it cold. 

You mentally cursed yourself at the song choice. Back in the states with your own crew, you taught a duet. Specifically made for two people involved with each other in a sexual way. We’ll be fine, we’re professionals. You let your hair out of its ponytail and let it drop to your shoulders, missing the way Hoseok put his hands in his pocket to refrain from gripping the soft strands between his fingers.

You start, instructing Hoseok to stand behind you once again, moving his hands to touch you according to the beat of the music and you find a rhythm in your movements together and find the pace. You dance next to each other, a giddy smile on your face at seeing him fall into step with your movements and he glances at you with that sunny smile of his. 

Girl anything I can do just to make you feel alright…

For that part of the song it all had to happen at the same time, no pausing in between. You needed to execute it cleanly, fluidly and full of pure unconfined craving.

He gripped your waist and pulled his body flush against yours, your smaller body fitting like a puzzle, and you rested your head on his shoulder, your neck exposed to him. His right hand steadily and sensually slid up under your shirt until they lied directly under your breast, his thumb lightly pressed on your clothed nipple. Simultaneously, his left hand danced their way down your open stomach, leaving a ticklish sensation as the tips of his fingers glided over the skin before continuing their trek down to your leggings and over your aching center. 

You both were too lost in the moment to realize that his hands should’ve stopped a safe distance away from your sensitive areas, as a breathy moan slipped past your lips and the sound traveled all the way down to his hard-on. He pressed his soft lips to your unmarked neck and relished in the sounds you emitted.  His hand began to gently cupped your breast and give it a light squeeze just as he began to pull your skin between his lips, sucking to leave a bruise. 

The music seemed to fade into the background as the only sounds being heard was your soft whimpers and the light smacking noises from Hoseok’s frantic kisses and hickeys. He let his fingers dip into her sweats and tease their way her mound over her damp panties.

Slow and steady,

“Hoseok… please,” She whined, her hips unconsciously began bucking against his hand, needing the feeling in her stomach to come undone. A low chuckle rumbled in her ear, sending chills down her back. The feeling passed when she felt his fingers push the fabric aside and speed up their assault.

“Look, baby you’re dripping all over my fingers,” Loud, needier moans with the obscene sound of her wetness filled the now musicless practice room turning them both on to return. The song had ended, but another was about to play.

“Please what? If you want something, you need to say it,” He whispered in her ear, “But that doesn’t mean you deserve it. Not with that bratty mouth of yours,” his lips brushed against your ear lobe, an unrestricted needy whine breaking from her. He brought his hand up to softly wrap around her neck to bring her closer. He drifted a finger inside of her, moving at a slow and tantalizing pace, never fully letting her close to her undoing.

“I- ah,” Another digit slipped in with the other, eliciting a higher pitched moan and the grip she didn’t realize she had on his wrist around her neck to tighten. “Fuck, Hoseok we don’t have all night,” Your words slurred with the pleasure the dancer was providing with his finger toying with your sensitive clit, body jerking with every touch of his quick fingers.

As if your words finally registered in his mind that this is a practice room and you had to be quick, he pulled out his fingers, much to your dismay. He walked your back to the closest mirror, the glass now pressed against your back. “Take these off,” He tugged the band of your sweats trying to relay the message. You hurriedly rid yourself of the clothes, and he wasted no time picking you up and pressing your bareback against the mirror. His hands were under your thighs as he pressed his clothed dick against your dripping folds, eliciting a low groan from him.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, too fucked out to realize he had pulled his sweats down until you felt his dick poking at your entrance. “Wha-,” You never got to finish your sentence because of the delicious feeling of him sliding into you. Both of you let out moans when he finally bottomed out inside of you, the feel of your warm and wet walls sucking him in. You feel so full, yet you already wanted more and he hadn’t even started moving yet. “Shit, baby you’re so tight around me,” he grunted out, already starting a swift pace at the feel of finally having you. You leaned back against the mirror, letting him take you as he pleases, the moans spilling from your lips an absolute sin to his ears. “Hoseok, more, please I want more,” You moaned out in his ear. 

If more was what you wanted, then that’s exactly what you were going to get.

He readjusted his grip and roughly pushed you back into the mirror, his cock rapidly slamming into your hole. “This is what you wanted right? My cock filling you up till you cry for me to keep going, and going, and going” He made sure to enunciate every word of his by fucking into you harder and harder. The moans you were emitting were absolutely wanton, your mouth forming an “O” from his thrusts. Hoseok placed his head at the crook of your neck to try and silence his own moans, but the normally eccentric dancer couldn’t control the moans coming from him because of how good you felt wrapped around his waist and how deep he was buried inside you. 

“Sh-Shit, I’m so close,” he practically whined, he was chasing his orgasm now, his pace brutal and relentless. “Oh, right there,” You sobbed as he hit that place inside you that had seeing stars. You opened your eyes and saw yourself from across the room; Hoseok working his hips into your heat, and you helplessly holding onto him for dear life as your orgasm was quickly approaching you. Your head lolled on his shoulder when you felt his fingers quickly working at your abandoned clit, the added pleasure bringing you to your high faster than you could’ve imagined. “Please don’t stop,” You were both moaning messes at this point, the lewd noises coming from your conjoined bodies adding on to the deeper moans from him and the higher-pitched ones from you. 

“I’m… I’m gonna cum,” your body convulsed and you felt him thrust particularly harshly inside you while his fingers hand never stilled their movements on your clit, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you saw white. “That’s it, baby, you’re taking me so well,” You sobbed through your orgasm, tears rushing down your face as he kept his pace. He looked up from your shoulder and came from the sight in front of him while whimpers of pleasure were filling the practice room from your lips. You were overstimulated through his own orgasm, his hips relentless as he emptied his seed into your pulsating walls and moaned your name like a mantra. He sloppily milked himself through his high, your mixed cum dripping down his shaft. 

He slowly and carefully slid out of your sensitive area, not missing the wince you made at the action. His softening cock shone with your release, but his eyes sparkled at seeing it drip out of your core. Before it could hit the floor, he pushed two of his fingers inside you, telling you to keep it there as a reminder of him when you returned to your hotel. Like I’d forget what we did here. He put you back down on the white floors, the fatigue kicking in from multiple dance routines and mind-blowing sex. The only sounds left were your heavy breathing, post-sex bliss still suffocating the room as you two silently fixed yourself up, not exchanging a word.

Just before you were about to leave the white practice room, you turned towards him as he just ended his call to one of his managers to send him a car to pick him up. “You know…” You trailed off. He turned his complete attention towards you, waiting for the rest of your sentence.

You were so nervous, but that doesn’t make sense since you were just begging for him. He strode towards you, a smile creeping it’s way up to his face at your sudden reservedness. “I know what?” You looked up at him, his domineering presence almost making you choke up.

“You never kissed me.”

[caffeinated-moonchild]

flower of hope: chapter 1 [jung hoseok]

writer: yellow hippo

genre: psycho au, angst

characters: jung hoseok, laelynn [original female character]

synopsis: currently on a hiatus from her ballet classes abroad, she reminisces about a certain street dancer from her past. she meets him again as she was recruited as a muse for his video project. what happens when she tries to win his heart? would she make or break his hard-earned passion and career?

story:

✾ CHAPTER 1 ✾

Because of my childish love...

“I am your hope. You are my hope. I’m J-”

I smile at my phone screen as I watch some BTS concert clips. They never stop to amaze me. Everyday, they achieve more and more than they already have. They inspire me.

But more than anyone else, there is one certain member that keeps me dreaming.

I remember how I used to watch his underground dance group busker on the streets of Gwangju. Back then, the number of people watching was nothing compared to the number of people that flocked their tours today.

I wanted that too. I wanted what he has accomplished. It might not be the same stage, but it is the same ambition. An ambition I kept holding on to because I want to be noticed, appreciated. I wanted him to know how his mere existence pushed a simple country girl into becoming a star as bright as he has become.

I haven’t disappointed him. I’ve gotten offers from international dance schools as the local ballet studio found it a waste for me to rot in the local scene. They thought it an honor for the crumbling ballet school to have one of their best students attend a prestigious school. 

I lost my way on a path of dream…

It’s been 4 years, and now I’m back in Seoul.

4 years and I’ve somehow fulfilled my promise. 

I am now a flower on stage. People clamber at my feet just to get a whiff of my performance. But of course, I turn everyone down. I don’t want bees flying around me after all. I don’t want them sucking on my sweet passion and just leave. I want a butterfly instead. No buzzing, just silence. And its wings are so majestic, unlike any other. 

“Miss Laelynn, I believe?” A breathless man ran up and bowed to me.

“Yes, I am she. Ryu Sejin-ssi?” 

He nods with a smile as he offers to get my luggage for me. I followed him out of the airport as I was led.

“My apologies but the car is a little bit messy. The boys just came from a schedule and I had no time to change cars.” 

Sejin opened the door as he scratched his head in shame. I told him it was no problem and I understood how crazy the schedule of the group was. They have been getting more and more popular recently. So of course, it was a given that time was limited for those people working with and for them.

“So, Sejin-ssi. When would I have the honor to meet BTS?”

From the rear view mirror, Sejin looked at me excitedly.

“Oh you’ll meet them tomorrow at lunch, miss Laelynn. Everyone is excited. It’s a first for him to work with a dancer of a different genre than theirs.”

“Likewise.” I smiled, meeting his gaze.

The venom of my ambition... 

“It’s nice to finally meet you.” I offered my hand for a shake to each of the boys. Their smiles were indeed dazzling. I understand now why girls are getting greedy over them. 

“I believe I’ll be working with-?” I asked them in general.

“With me, Laelynn-ssi.” He raised his hand shyly and giggled behind one of the other boys. 

“Ah of course. I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you.”

“Recognize me? Have we met before?” He asked in wonder, his eyes searching mine for any memory.

“Oh no. But I have seen you dance since you were young. I’m also from Gwangju, you see.” 

“Ah. Well, that’s embarrassing.” He rubbed his palms together as he laughed awkwardly.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of. You were the best dancer out of your group. If I remember correctly, I saw you get scouted many times by agencies after every performance.” 

He keeps getting redder by the moment. Every little memory I say make him stutter on the spot. The other boys all laughed and patted his back as they all laughed and agreed how good of a dancer he is. 

“I’ll finally be able to see that greatness I’ve admired from afar.” I smiled sweetly at him and his stuttering came to an abrupt stop, but the teasing of the other boys only made him go redder than he already was.

I can’t wait to play with my little butterfly even more.

I sharpened my knife every day…

Because practice was not the only schedule keeping the group busy, my game with my butterfly had to wait a little more. But I’m patient enough. I’ve worked hard for four years honing my dancing skill just to reach the top. What’s a few more days, or even weeks, of waiting if I’ll be rewarded grandly.

“Sorry I kept you waiting, Laelynn-ssi.” 

“No worries, oppa. And please, call me Lynn. No need for formalities, remember? Do you want me to feel awkward just by calling you ‘oppa’?”

“Of course not. Lynn-ah, then. I’m sorry I’ve kept you waiting. But I really appreciate this. I know there are better opportunities out there but you took this one instead.”

“Hey. It’s actually an honor working with you. BTS? Who would’ve thought I’d get contacted by them for a special project?”

Perfect pace. No need to hurry. There’s nothing in the way after all. Again, I just got to be patient. I’ll be able to make my move once my butterfly takes the bait and stay. 

This love is another name for the devil.

We were both breathless. Our bodies are hot from all the exertion. 

“Man, that was intense.” He chuckles as he looks at me.

“I missed that. I thought you softened up what with all this idol life going on. Who knew you could still go hard. I surely didn’t. You drained me out enough, I can’t even feel my thighs anymore. I’m gonna have to be wheeled out of here.”

“I didn’t go that hard. What are you talking about?” He laughs at my whining and we both stared at the ceiling, finally able to catch our breaths. 

“Yeah, you didn’t. This is nothing compared to my mentor in Paris. We’d start at the crack of dawn and end when the owls start hooting for the night.”

“You must have been really tired then. No wonder you’re one of the best ballerinas of this country.”

“Thanks. I’ve done my best for someone. Now I’m happy. I feel like I can finally rest now that I’m finally noticed.” 

“He must be one lucky guy then.”

“You are lucky, indeed.” I whispered. I lifted myself up from the floor and crawled the distance between us. My knees on each side of his waist and my hands on his chest.

Slowly, I leaned down until our lips softly met. I felt he gasp in surprise, his lips parting unexpectedly at what I did. Grabbing his face in my hands, I deepened our kiss.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, oppa.” I pecked his lips one last time before getting up and out of the studio. 

The last thing I see is him still lying on the floor as he touched his lips with his fingers.

chapters || next

[hobiscloset]

@punkrockbrokemy--heart submitted a request for us to roast these looks. Thanks for the visually induced trauma bestie! Guest-starring the amazing @textsfrombangtan (marked as L)

E - Let's go from left to right on the top picture. A - it's just all so bad! im having a mild breakdown about this whole picture

Jimin E - so you know theater kids? A - Yeah, you and me E - Hey! but it's true. this is theater kid but in the early 80s late 70s. paint-splattered jeans and a flannel layered A - oh you are correct. it's not tech week though E - yeah this is during set building

Jhope N - Jorts is just going to a highlighter party A - he's a village people stan. before the word stan existed. so a village people groupie L - i'm not entirely convinced he isn't a village person A - its not a coherent enough theme to be a village person in this fit L - fair enough. this man has never seen a coherent theme in his life E - some kind of like burning man neon party

Jin N - my dad in Paris in the 70s A - I was gonna say the flashback dads in mama mia. so like same dif E - he's just one of the guys in Mama Mia 2 A - Bill E - you are absolutely correct and should say it L - strong agree. bill because he's definitely thinking "why did it have to be me" throughout L - i feel like he got off the lightest here but it might just be me looking at that damn face N - No he definitely made out the best E - i feel like overall they always take the least risks on Jin. like idk what it is but 8/10 times im like "eh" to his clothes A - they're like 'people just want to look at his face, put him in a button up and be done with it' N - Because if they go too hard with it he will wear it to music bank again L - this or jin just goes "no." and there's absolutely nothing they can do about it. jinhitent Jungkook A - baby is a 17 year old who decided yesterday that he was now into black smithing L - baby again with the butt flap this time in the most unfortunate colour A - look at my cool leather apron its so authentic N - Baby is my brother in high school before he asked me how colors work A - he doesnt care about colours he just wants to make knives. ive known this exact child. four of them actually E - yeah i was gonna say like kid with odd hobbies and no anxiety. his goal is to get on Forged in Fire and make a knife in 2 hours that gets thrown at a wall A - Precisely

RM A - Quite literally one of the bullies from the power rangers E - i know the exact guy L - ash ketchum on steroids E - ash ketchum if pokemon had been made live action when they did that horrible dragon ball z movie. like he's got a punk/grunge phase L - precisely and the jeans... they're so long N - A toddler allowed to choose all his own clothes

Suga E - he just looks like every bisexual i know after going to the thrift store like "youll never guess what i found", pulls out yet another bowling shirt A - its true but hey! L - this is a wham! fit. like club tropicana vibes. beach club promoter but the club is dogshit and he knows it N - Mamoru from the original sailor moon anime (pause while E looked it up)

E - oh god you are absolutely right ! A - A VERY SOLID CALL L - aksjdbsbajzjs accuracy 100 N - I know my sailor moon bad fashion

V L - *sharp inhale * A - I get Napolean dynamite character vibes in the most (derogatory) way N - An art student who is very aware how pretentious everyone around him is and put on the worst outfit he could find to see how people would twist themselves up trying to call it Art E - oh i love that. troll art student. also whose fucking face is that and why am i convinced its like a serial killer? L - the face on his shirt is the face i made when i saw this A - have you ever seen a three year old that insists they dress themselves without any help E - i want my ballet tights and my fire fighter uniform and my dinosaur top A - its just 100 percent this Final Thoughts N - The argument could be made that all of them are toddlers who insisted on dressing themselves E - all together its very much like, kindergarten class vibes L - idk it just feels like they hit the random sim generator seven times and they got all the worst traits E -you know that computer program Cher has in Clueless? with all her clothes. this is what happens when you press random and shuffle at the same time L - yes and they only allow the fit when a big fat X comes up on the screen and cher goes "ugh as if" E - cher's outfit software, wrong answers only L - i think this whole thing can be distilled down to "wrong answers only"

[girl8890]

BTS in Wonderland | Chapter 3

Suga x Fem!Reader

CheshireCat!Suga, Alice!Reader, MadHatter!JHope, WhiteRabbit!Jungkook, Dormouse!Jimin, MarchHare!Jin, Caterpillar!Taehyung, KingOfHearts!RM

Summary: You’ve been the biggest BTS fan since you could remember. Always swooning over their music, and having the biggest crush on the rapper Suga. But one day, while driving to their concert your friends were meeting you at, you get into a car accident that leaps you off a bridge and down a deep hole. A hole that brings you to Wonderland where your favorite boy band are now completely different people…. And there’s a certain cat that can’t keep his eyes off of you.

Warnings: NONE.

Notes: Read to the end and then read my ‘ending notes’ for some explanations on the characters and why I made them how/who they are.

BTS ML | INDEX | CH4

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

"Jungkook!?"

"Y/n?!"

Y/n and Jungkook have the same expression. Wide-eyed, mouth ajar, and utterly stunned by the person in front of them. She only shakes her head, knocking herself out of her stunned state, when she realizes he said her name.

"How do you-" But she stops mid sentence and rolls her eyes. Completely forgetting for a second that this is her headspace, so of course Jungkook knows her. He's a figment of her imagination, after all. If J-hope, Jimin, and Jin knew her, then it would make sense that this Jungkook would know her too.

What didn't make sense was what he looked like. Jungkook already has rabbit-like features, but his eyes are now pink. He's wearing a purple trench coat, over a green top and trousers. In his pocket hanging out by a chain is a silver pocket watch. When Y/n looks down at their conjoined hands, she realizes his nails are extra long. The type of nails some girls would kill for, except there far from fabulous since there tinted yellow and have a bit of dirt under them.

This is what confuses her because she's not sure who he's precisely supposed to be. Jin is already the March Hare, so who could Jungkook be? He’s got to be a rabbit like character. That would make sense. But who could he…

Before Y/n could put two and two together, Jungkook pulls his hand out of hers, and she looks up at him. Jungkook’s now sporting a faint blush on his cheeks. Good to know he's still the innocent bunny you know he is in the real world. At least, that's what social media and some YouTube videos make him out to be.

"Y/n?!" He parrots himself from earlier. "What are you doing here?" Jungkook sounds so urgent and worried. Like the fact that you are here in front of him is the most dangerous place you could be.

"Well!" You clap your hands together. "I got into a car accident and fell down this deep hole-"

"Was it a rabbit hole?," Jungkook interrupts.

Just by that one statement, Y/n realizes who he is. Forgetting to continue her story.

"You're the white rabbit!" She beams, and her smile stretches. How could she forget about the white rabbit? He's only one of the most essential characters in the Alice in Wonderland story. "You can show me the way out of here!"

Jungkook shakes his head, then walks past Y/n, and continues to walk in the direction he was originally going. She follows close behind as they both start walking down the yellow path. Her not giving up on wanting him to help her leave. As much as Wonderland would be such a fun place to explore, she rather find the hidden key inside this madness that could wake her up.

"You don't understand, Y/n. I haven't made any portal rabbit holes since you were last here."

Y/n groans in frustration. Not another person claiming she's been here before! You would think she would remember if she's ever been to a place full of BTS members acting like Wonderland characters? Right?

"Not you too! I've never been here. Trust me when I say, I would rememberer coming to a place like this."

Y/n glances around the forest and rubs her arms as a chill crawls up her skin. Now that she and Jungkook are walking deeper into the woods, she realizes it's getting darker with each step they take. Giving off a creepy aura radiating off of the trees.

But Jungkook doesn't seem to mind or care at all about the light change. To focused on the trail ahead of him, and he’s done this walk everyday since he become of age. Became of age to serve the Queen of Hearts, that is.

She gets closer to Jungkook until their elbows bump together. She watches his face heat up again from the go contact, and it honestly looks so adorable.

"T-trust me, Y/n. How else would I recognize you?"

Y/n rolls her eyes at his explanation.

"Because you're a figment of my imagination."

Jungkook smiles, and it makes her raise a curious eyebrow at him.

"You said that last time too."

Of course he would say that, she thought. This is honestly starting to get really annoying to her. Y/n knows she's never been here before, and she's sick and tired of everyone telling her she has.

"Listen, dude." She stops walking, and he stops to face her. Hearing the annoyance in her voice clear as day and keeping him off his path ahead. “I've never been here before, but I do know one thing for sure: I want out. I was literally on my way to a concert - your concert - before my car fell off a bridge. It fell down a hole, void, thing, whatever but it wasn't no rabbit-"

"A void?!" Jungkook interrupts with urgency, but Y/n ignores his tone.

"Yes, and that leaves me at the obvious conclusion that I am currently in a coma and would really like help to get out of this mind trap."

Jungkook is now shaking like a leaf and glancing around in fear. Like at any moment, a monster is about to come out and eat him alive.

Y/n steps forward cautiously and brings her hand up to his shoulder. He jumps back from her touch and acts like she just struck him.

"Jungkook... are you okay?"

"I can't be here. You shouldn't be here!" He starts to back away from her, getting ready to sprint, but she grabs his hand, stopping him.

"Wait! Why are you so scared? Who are you afraid of?"

Jungkook franticly shakes his head. Like even mentioning his fear out loud will bring it to life. Is he scared of fricken Voldemort or something?

Y/n steps forward, getting more into Jungkook’s space. But instead of him blushing like she expected, he continues to shake with fear as he looks down at her.

"I understand I shouldn't be here. I don't want to be here. But I need help with getting out of here, and you could do that with one of your rabbit hole, thingies."

Jungkook shakes his head and looks down at the ground, again. Y/n then sighs in defeat because it's evident that Jungkook isn't going to help her. She then remembers J-hope mentioning a cat. A cat that would help her 'remember' being here before, but maybe he can help get her out of here instead!

"J-hope mentioned a cat." Jungkook looks at her again, freezing in his spot. "Can you at least help me find him so-"

"Stay away from that cat!" 

This is the third time he's interrupted her and the second time someone warned her about this cat. She’s not sure if she should be annoyed from his third interruption, or cautious about these warnings… or both.

Y/n knew it was probably the Cheshire Cat they were all referring to. Still, that cat in the storybook never did anything to create these reactions out of people. He just helped - and I put the word helped very lightly - Alice’s way out of Wonderland. Sounds exactly like what Y/n wants now.

"Why?” She asks with laces of anger in her tone. “What did that cat do? Your the second person now with this warning but no explanation.”

Jungkook shakes his head, once again not wanting to answer or explain anything further. Being absolutely no help to Y/n at all, it seems. 

"I don't like talking about the time before - before you left us."

"Jin said he was the reason I 'left,' why is that such a bad thing?" 

Jungkook looked into a random point in the forest, and you glanced in the direction to see what he was looking at so distantly. But there was nothing there. Like he was having a flashback from the past. Jungkook's aura suddenly changed. Into something you couldn't quite put your finger on, but you knew it was not good. Angry, even.

"I-if you wouldn't have left… If you would have just stayed a few more days, he would-" Jungkook swallows, and you lean in closer. Wanting to know precisely why this cat was so dangerous or unwanted in a place that seemed so joyful, somewhat. He looks back at her, and she feels like she’s about to finally get some information. "He would still be-"

Jungkook was interrupted by trumpets going off in the distance. It sounded like it was coming from far away, but everything was so quiet around here you could hear it clearly. 

Jungkook’s ears twitch, and you watch his distressed face turn into surprise. He lets go of your hand, which was still holding his when you stopped him, and he took out his pocket watch that was handing out of his pants pocket.

When he moved the watch to in front of his eyes to check the time, you swore his eyes bulged out of his head. Completely shocked by the time it read.

"OH NO! OH NO! I'M LATE! I'M LATE!"

Jungkook then runs down the path without a second thought. 

"Wait! Who's this he?!" You yell and run after him. But this time, you can't catch him. His long legs make him run faster than your short and un-athletic pair.

She runs as far as she can until his form turns into a blur inside the dark forest. Y/n only stops running, finally catching her breath, when she makes it to a crossroads. The path split in two between a tree. There was no tracks since he ran on a solid path. Making it impossible to know which way he went.

Y/n stomps her foot on the ground and moves the hair out of her face. Grunting in frustration, she curses at herself for not going to the gym when Charlie offered her to go with him.

She sits down on a rock on the side of the path, and for the first time since she woke up, she's has peace and quiet. It's a bit unsettling, but it also finally gives her the chance to think about everything that transpired in the past hour.

It doesn't make sense why she would imagine this place while she was in a coma. Granted, she understood the BTS part a little bit. They were her favorite band, after all. But why Wonderland?

Besides, when she was a kid, she never even watched the movies that came out about the story a few years back. It was only a childhood story that her father and mother would read to her before bed every night when she couldn't go to sleep. She used to have such bad nightmares as a kid. About a lady trying to chase her out of her kingdom and chop off her head. It would scare her so much, she wouldn't be able to fall asleep without having a story read to her until she was 13. 

She found other ways to cope, eventually, and one of those ways was BTS. They debuted around the same time her nightmares finally went away. Helping her fall asleep by listening to their music every night. Their music still helped her to this day, just with daily stresses instead of night terrors.

Maybe that's why she imagined Wonderland, out of all places. The story helped her before BTS came along, but Wonderland was also not the only story she read as a child.

Y/n rested her chin on her hand that was propped up on her knee, and as these swirling false explanations went around in her head, they cleared when she looked at the tree. The tree in the middle of the crossroads. It had three signs bolted on the trunk of it. Each pointing in a different direction.

The arrow pointing to the left: J-hopes Party.

But that didn't make sense since J-hopes garden area she just came from was not that way. The complete opposite, actually.

The arrow pointing to the right: Taehyung's House, DO NOT BOTHER!

This didn't make sense either, but not for what the sign said. Y/n had a feeling all the BTS members would pop up eventually, so the fact Taehyung was here too didn't boggle her mind. What didn’t make sense was what those two signs specifically said on them, and it made her read the two signs over again.

Because this wasn't a part of the story.

That's not what the story from her childhood said the signs had written on them. It mentioned the Mad Hatter and the March Hare, but nothing about houses and parties.

After contemplating the two signs for a while, she glanced at the sign pointing up into the sky. It was blocked by some leaves on a tree branch, and curiosity got the best of her, so she got up to check it out. As she walked the few steps towards the tree, she heard rustling come from behind her, but when she whipped herself around no one was there.

She turned around hesitantly, and put her hand out to move the branches away from the sign. Before she moved the sign, she had the strangest feeling of deja vu. Like she's been here and done this exact same thing before. Like this wasn't the first time she's gone to check this very sign out and read what it says.

Y/n just shakes her head, thinking it was just her head playing tricks on her, and then she moves the leaves. When the complete sign was finally in view to her, she sucked in air sharply. Her breath catches as she sees the sign has been scratched up beyond repair. Like someone purposely clawed the Hell out of it to make a point of whoever's name was on this sign... they did not belong here.

Y/n blinks a few times, then tries squinting her eyes to read the writing still able to be read. There wasn't much, but she could just make a name out under all the scratches.

Is that an S? Sun... Sur... Sug...

Her eyes go wide when she realizes whose name is most likely on the sign. Her heart almost stops when that exact person's unmistakable voice speaks behind her.

"Someone seems lost... poor little thing," The man behind her purrs.

Y/n turns around, and she finds out her speculations are correct.

It's Suga.

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CH 4

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Ending Notes:

Ughhhh! My hand kinda hurts from writing so much, but it was so worth it, LOL! That's right! Suga is here, and he's ready to fuck shit up with the reader. Just in case you didn't notice, this story very much is going to revolve around Y/n and Suga together. A lot of confused reader parts, and Suga being all mystical and 'I'm telling you nothing’ type of attitude. I'm so excited to introduce him in the next chapter XD.

But for now... let's talk about our bunny Jungkook! He just HAD to be the white rabbit. It wouldn't make sense if he wasn't, in 100% my opinion. I wasn't ever going to give him ears or a tail, but I feel the pink eyes and long fingernails gives him more of the vibe of being a rabbit character. It's subtle, but it's there. That's kinda why the reader didn't understand who he was at first - because it's so subtle - but the rabbit hole conversation made it undeniable! I also added the pocket watch to fit the white rabbit ecstatic. Can't have the white rabbit without the fancy pocket watch always telling him he's late! 

As for the blush thing, I know Jungkook (in real life) is an adult and all that. Still, the white rabbit is an innocent/child in adults body-like character, and Jungkook tends to be one of the more shy people out of all the members, so I make him blush a lot. It's not because he has a crush on the reader or anything like that. Just girls make him nervous. And the reader is Fem! so female she is LMAO!!!

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Part 2: “Black or White” 02

Masterlist

》Pairing: Yoongi x Original Character

》Genre(s): [Fluff] [Angst] [Hybrid!AU] [Webtoon]

》Rating: T

》 Warnings: Insane Cuteness, Mentions of Violence

》A/N: IT’S BEEN TOO LONG!  And honestly I can’t believe I finally got this done... but here it is! Chapter 2 of “Black or White!” Thank you so much for sticking with me guys... I feel like I’ve let you down by making you wait so long for this... I’m not sure when the third chapter will be out, but please enjoy this until then!

[SUMMARY]  Learning the reality of life as a hybrid brutally has left a certain Tiger Hybrid beaten and bitter. However, as full of cruelty the world can be, it is also full of love, and it is impossible for this broken hybrid to avoid the unique kindness of a bold woman…

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Love Bytes - Prologue

Genre: Fantasy, Adventure, Romance, Mild Angst, Slice of Life Rating: PG-13 (M for future smut) Warnings: none for the prologue Pairing: Jungkook x reader, Taehyung x oc (Ebony) Notes: vampire!bts. Not idol!bts. Other groups might appear. Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: to get an understanding of the boys, you might want to click on the link below that says meet the clan~

Tagging: @grxnadxs​

Summary: They say if it’s too good to be true, it usually isn’t. You and your roommate Ebony are struggling. But that may soon be over with the help of seven men that call themselves Bangtan. But there’s always a catch, right? Being two maids to seven men can’t be all that bad, though.

MASTERLIST || MEET THE CLAN

In an abandoned location somewhere in South Korea, seven young men who also just happened to be vampires, found themselves staring on with pride as they took in the sight of their new home.

“Not too shabby if I do say so myself.”

“You? What did you do besides make a better paperweight?”

“Hey----It’s called delegating. It’s an important job, thank you very much.”

Namjoon found himself subconsciously scratching at his head as he side glanced his older brother Jin. The two were watching the pair of fellow vampires as they bickered back and forth. Yoongi, who had been called the paperweight, was insisting that he contributed to the reconstruction of the abandoned mansion while Taehyung felt otherwise. Of course it was all in good fun. Everyone truly had put in their fair share of effort into bringing the old structure back to it’s former glory.

It was perfect for them, really.

It fit their old fashioned taste and yet they were able to revamp where it was needed. Jin insisted that the kitchen be completely upgraded with stainless steel modern appliances but Jungkook wanted to keep some of the character it held. The common room was modernized with a huge flat screen smart TV to make it look more like an every day living room. Not to mention there was at least three different gaming consoles for family nights.

After assessing all the original rooms in the place, they were able to knock out some walls here and reconstruct walls there and once it was all said and done, each vampire had his own bedroom with an en suite bathroom. Jungkook, being the resident laundry fairy, got dibs on deciding where the laundry room would be. The others gave him whatever he wanted because one, they appreciated him doing the laundry. And two, he was their baby boy who got everything he wanted.

Since some of the boys enjoyed swimming laps as a form of exercise, it was decided that they would have not only an indoor pool, but an outdoor pool as well for in the summertime. Because believe it or not, the Bangtan Clan was a different breed of vampires. But we’ll get to that later.

Namjoon, with his love for all things nature, took it upon himself to rid the estate of all the overgrown weeds and other trash that had floated cross country into their territory. In its place, he had planted various flowers and shrubs along with various fruit trees. Again, not your typical run-of-the-mill vampires. Ever heard of a fruit bat???

“Welp. Now that all of that is done, who’s gonna be the designated house maid that keeps this place spic ‘n span?”

With a bright, boxy smile and hands on his hips, Taehyung turned to the rest of his clan and gave them an expectant look. They all gave him about the same blank look in return as some of them even blinked slowly in thought. Clearing his throat, Jin took a step forward with a hand over his chest as he said casually,

“I’m the cook so don’t look at me.”

“And I’m already doing laundry for everyone so count me out.”

“And I’m allergic to cleaning supplies.”

Everyone gave Yoongi a deadpanned look as he just shrugged and stuffed his hands in his pockets before proceeding to take a walk inside their new home. It would seem the Bangtan clan was at a standstill. Sure, they had put in tons of money and time and hard work into restoring the mansion, but did the world really expect 7 bachelors to maintain the place and keep it clean and tidy??? Naaaah.

“We could always just hire some people to help around the house and keep it clean. It’s not like we don’t have the money. The Bullet phones are a huge hit with our latest release of updates.”

Jhope was right, they weren’t exactly low on cash flow. You see, Bangtan has been around for a long long time. Dating back from centuries when gentleman with manners were the real men of the world. But over time, the world changed and Bangtan had to try and keep up with those changes. However, they always stayed true to themselves. Boys will be boys but they could and would remain as gentlemen with manners and be humble.

With the world changing and some of the most popular material items being these things called cell phones, the boys knew they had to do something or else they were going to fall behind and fall victim to their own old fashioned ways. So after several years of schooling in computer science and business management, the seven young men were able to join together and create what the modern world now knows as the Bullet phone. A cell phone ahead of it’s time. Hence why they aren’t hurt for money.

“Good point. Perhaps it’s something we should look into.”

And so that’s how the group of men agreed that for now, they’d do their best to try and keep the place as tidy and clean as they could till they could find some hired help willing to put up with seven young men.

As the others began to trickle back inside to get settled into their new home, Taehyung walked up beside the youngest of the clan and gently put him in a headlock. Which of course he knew was stupid because despite being the youngest, Jungkook was also the strongest.

“Wanna go grab some pizza for the guys so that Jin hyung doesn’t have to cook on our first night settled in?”

Easily overpowering his older brother, Jungkook swiftly managed to put Taehyung in a headlock as if he had done so a million times before while he replied with a cocky smirk,

“Yeah sure. Considering as how we have no food in the first place and Namjoonie hyung has only just now planted the fruit trees.”

After the two were done rough housing around with each other, they quickly went inside to inform their older brothers that they were going to grab some pizzas and other snacks from town. Immediately the older men relayed their own special requests which left Jungkook playing the Golden Secretary as he jotted it all down on his phone.

“Alright. We’ll be back shortly.”

Not really having a need for a vehicle but deciding it would be best to look normal and blend in with society, they decided to hop in Jungkook’s car and head to town. Vampire or not, with their popular status of being the young geniuses behind the Bullet phones, it was still going to be difficult to blend in with society. But they’d do their best as they parked their expensive car on the street.

“Okay so Jin hyung specifically asked for------”

Taehyung was just about to ask his little brother if he was okay before he too suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. It was evening and the middle of the workweek so not many people were walking the streets but something, or rather someone, had caught the two boys attention.

But......it just didn’t seem possible. For years it had went on like this without a trace and now suddenly......it’s happening. The legends that their Namjoon hyung had talked about when they were just fledglings was real. Before it was just a bedtime story but now......it was suddenly very real.

“What does yours smell like, Kook?”

“Bananas. I think I’m salivating. Oh god. What about yours, hyung?”

“Fresh cut strawberries.”

Both males took one look at each other before starting to follow the scent of their favorite fruit. This was crazy. Just absolutely crazy. It was supposed to be a myth. Just a fairy tale told to young vampires of their kind to help them have good dreams at night. However, it didn’t seem like such a fairy tale now that they were walking like they were two men on a mission to find the holy grail.

“Mine went this way. You text me, maknae!”

“I will, hyung! Good luck!”

“You too, kid!”

Taehyung used his amazing sense of smell to help him track down where the strong scent of strawberries was coming from. In all his years of consuming the juicy red fruits, he had never smelled any quite like this. It was like someone had took the freshest strawberries ever to be grown and shoved them under his nose. It nearly knocked him out when he had first gotten out of the car.

By now, he had wandered several blocks away from their vehicle and was on a much quieter part of town. Then again, it was getting late. The sun was still out but dusk was quickly approaching. That worked for him. The sun wasn’t painful but it tended to give him a dull headache if he stood out in direct light for too long.

The scent was getting stronger and it only made the handsome young male walk faster. Soon enough, he found himself staring at the storefront of what appeared to be an old antique bookstore that someone tried to remodel and revamp but had little success. This was it. He could smell the scent rolling from under the door in waves.

His mate was through this door.

Jungkook lost all sense of direction and time as he simply kept following the scent. Gosh it was so strong he could taste it! It tasted like the best carton of banana milk he had ever had in his life! Trying not to choke on his own drool, he sped up in pace when he could tell the scent was getting stronger and stronger. It’d be real fun to try and find his car later. But that was the least of his worries right now.

What felt like hours but was really only about 20 or 25 minutes, the young male halted in his tracks as he came across what appeared to be a modest looking diner. The neon lights had just turned on as the sun was continuing to set. Subconsciously licking his lips, Jungkook slowly approached the door to the diner and opened it; hearing the little bell chime of his arrival.

“Good evening! Will it be for here or to go?”

“Bloody hell.”

It was you. With your bright smile turning into a confused one as you heard the two words he mumbled under his breath. God you were beautiful. Your hair all tied up to keep it out of customers’ food and that cute frilly apron that made you fit the cookie cutter diner waitress role to a T. You were perfect.

And you were his. All his.

“Hello. Welcome to Shin’s Bookstore. Is there anything I can help you find?”

Taehyung stood there at the front register where she sat. Her. The girl who smelled like fresh cut strawberries. She was just sitting there with her laptop but to the male, she was like a goddess sitting on her pedestal of perfection. He knew his mouth was hanging open but there was nothing he could do about it. So captured by her beauty he was that it left him completely immobile.

The guys weren’t going to be getting their pizza any time soon tonight.

[ddaenghoney]

Series: Fable

Finale

Despite being the leader of the idol group AMBIANCE for three years, Y/N is abruptly cut from the group, leading to speculation on why. Unwilling to lose her career, she begins to work to rebuild herself, using a weak connection with chart-topping idol JHope.

Pairing(s):

Jung Hoseok x Y/N

??? x Y/N

find the series’ masterlist in the masterlist link in my bio !

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disclaimer: any characters depicted do not represent the actual personality of the respective idol in real life.

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Below the cut are final words and fun facts about the story!! Thank you so much for reading all the way through !!

Hello! If you’ve been here since the very beginning of this story that means you’ve been here since JANUARY AND IM SO SORRY IT’S TAKEN SO LONG TO CREATE THIS WHOLE THING!!! I didn’t intend for it to be such a long story in the first place, and then I went to Korea for five months so I also had no time to actually write it alkjdgfh NONETHELESS!! Whether you’ve been here since January or started reading recently, thank you so much for reading this very long story! I hope you enjoyed it, it’s been one of my favorites to make even if it’s definitely been the second most difficult (halloween between midnights is always going to be the hardest i swear-) I LOVE YOU, THANKS AGAIN!

Fun facts!: 

The name of the story “Fable” I got when I was listening to Nice For What lmaoooo, but I used it also because of the two meanings of the word: the first meaning being “lie” and the second “legend” 

Originally Seulgi, Wheein, Seokjin, Taehyung, Jimin, and even Jeongguk were going to be a lot more involved in the story, but I cut a lot of it to make the story shorter (70 chapters short lmaoooooooo)

Actually, one of the biggest flaws in the story for to write is that Y/N and Jisoo had seen the sasaeng before the beginning of the story. Had they not I was going to make Jeongguk the sasaeng lmao plot twist rip

All of the idol companies except one are named after space things! Shine was named after the song by Pentagon HAHA

I think it was pretty obvious in this last chapter, but Y/N and Hoseok’s final twitter icons were taken by one another on the same day on some date they had 

I think of all the characters, Hoseok changed the most from beginning to end. I didn’t get to go into his backstory too much, but he actually was quite hardened and even a little arrogant because of his rise to fame, but mellowed out significantly by the end of Fable.

Technically this au’s Y/N dated three members of BTS (Yoongi in high school, then Jin prior to the start of the story, then of course Hoseok) .... girl get it lmao

If you really look at Jisoo and Chaeyoung, though their motivations are similar, Chaeyoung is much worse of a person to me lol. Jisoo paid the stalker and leaked pictures yes, but Chaeyoung created the initial dissension in AMBIANCE to get Y/N kicked out, then also started paying the sasaeng, tried to break up Hoseok and Y/N, and despite what she said she DID instigate the sasaeng confronting Y/N by telling him how unimportant he was to her. She had that in her head at the time. But she only went really off the rails when Y/N started collaborating with Jimin. Jimin meant more to her than breaking Y/N’s career tbh.

All the members of Ambiance are from different groups in real life. I didn’t want it to seem like I was dragging a particular group lol. 

The story takes places over the course of about a year, interestingly enough it’s a similar amount of time that it took in real life since it started in January lmao.

Hoseok calls Y/N “Love” in the sense of him saying “my love” 

I like Yoongi’s character the best.... he’s a sweetie... loml..

I always had fun writing as the managers lol. Namjoon and Manager Park are sarcastic and blunt.... drag their own idols akldsjghlsh

In this universe, idols aren’t shred apart by the majority of fans for dating, but they still usually keep it on the dl bc of the companies lol 

This story DOES have a continuation idea, but I don’t know if I’ll ever get into making it.... maybe someday LOL PEACE OUT

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A/N: Heyy, how's September treating everyone? I already hate school and I've done absolutely zero drawing in two months but you know what -- it's okay. Life is full of surprises and I'm just gonna take whatever the universe decides to throw my way -- we're cool. Anyway, thanks for the reads, likes, and reblogs, always helps to save a fanfic!

Warnings: none, spoilers for Yoü & I

Purple text is Korean

Namjoon stayed true on his promise to text Kimberly after she handed him her number, and they had exchanged a few texts in the days leading up to their next show, sporadic messages mostly, but there had been a few nights were the chat ran for hours. They had a particularly lengthy conversation about how she needed a new turntable, then she told him about her most played records; what she listened to first thing in the morning, which tunes kept her going in her workouts, what she played when she took a bath and when she cooked. From there, Namjoon asked about food, what she liked to cook and confessing that he wasn't very knowledgable around the kitchen.

Sometimes though, Namjoon would take hours to respond, not on purpose, either he had forgotten or was simply too busy. Kimberly didn't mind the gaps between their messages, he'd come back and continue the conversation as if nothing had happened whenever he had the time.

In her spare time, Kimberly had done her own exploration into BTS, blown away by the scale of their music videos and charmed in their interviews. Namjoon had a spectacular, though quiet charisma to him; bespoke and concise in some takes, but he could be a complete goofball in others. And those eyes of his were incredible, she could quite easily be transfixed by his gaze regardless of whether or not he was on a screen.

At the moment she was in the middle of one of their catch-up texts, sitting off in the corner of their rehearsal space. Catch the Caper were supposed to be rehearsing for their upcoming tour, however, lallygagging and complacency overtook the energy in the studio.

What would you want to do if you weren't in a band?

Probably something in public relations or just marketing altogether

Sounds pretty smart

Lol, I guess so

You been to college?

I had plans to go to Princeton initially, but the band was the better fit

Did you go to college?

I took some courses here and there, mostly communications stuff

I took some women's and gender studies, too

No kidding? How'd you like those?

Very very eye opening

The other girls were gathered in a circle around the drum set, having one of their usual debates about very important societal topics.

"But why would an audio book be considered the same as reading?" Chloe asked.

Charlotte shrugged back, "I mean -- for one, someone had to read out the book to record it for the audio,"

"But what if you're a really fast reader and the narrator speaks really slow?" Maria replied, "That would be torture for me,"

"... But that defeats the purpose of the idea. You're not doing a read-a-long with a narrator. The platform is just listening," Charlotte added.

"But you have books on a kindle, there's not much of a step up from just listening," Maria said.

Chloe strained her head to get a look at Kimberly in her corner, "Oh, Kimberly! Care to join us?" she called.

Kimberly glanced up from her phone, "Are we starting?"

"Nope," Maria huffed, "But we really ought to,"

"C'mon, this is important," Chloe chided back, "Eva wants to get a joint Audible membership,"

Kimberly cocked her head, "So... what's your problem, then?"

"Her problem is subscribing to another digital platform that she's not going to use so it'll just keep charging her card until she remembers to cancel it," Charlotte explained.

"But if I already have the books that Audible is offering, is there even a point to getting an account? I don't know what the difference would be... other than maybe laziness," Chloe mulled.

Kimberly sighed as she stood up, stretching out the stiffness in her back, "Okay, I define reading as taking in a story, that means visualizing the story and using imagination just like you would if you had a book in front of you," she explained, "I don't think there's much of a difference, anyhow,"

"Great," Chloe nodded, "I still don't know,"

"Just try the free trial for Pete sakes!" Maria snapped, "That's why they're called 'trials', dude,"

Charlotte, quickly becoming disillusioned with this conversation, turned to Kimberly as she walked over, "What were you doing over there, anyway?"

"I was texting," Kimberly sat beside her, crossing one leg over the other, "So sue me,"

"Darius?"

Chloe cut in before she could answer, "Namjoon," she waggled her eyebrows at the bassist. Kimberly glowered at her.

"Tattle tits,"

"Wait --" Charlotte shifted closer, "The BTS guy? Really?"

"Yeah. The tall one," Kimberly replied.

"Bro, they're all fucking tall,"

"The one with the nice quads," Chloe nodded.

Maria raised her brows as well, not so much in amusement, "How long you been talking for?"

"A couple of days. He's really nice," Kimberly replied honestly,

Charlotte smirked, "I'm sure he is,"

"Get that look off your face,"

Maria scoffed, "Well, you can't really blame her. You guys were practically inseparable at the AMAs," she said.

"Right up until you dropped the big B-word," Chloe added.

Kimberly grimaced, the stunned expression on his face continued to flicker in her memory. She truly hadn't meant any harm by it, Darius had become such a natural part of her life that she hadn't felt the need to shout to the world that she had a boyfriend. Furthermore, she didn't want to brush off a potential friendship with the B-word stonewall. Nevertheless, if Namjoon had that simmering hope of maybe -- just maybe -- Kimberly was confident that she had shut that down real quick. She loved Darius, after all, she was comfortable in her relationship.

"So what?" Kimberly replied, trying not to border on defensive, "We've effortlessly proved for the last three and something years that guys and girls can be friends without romantic tension,"

Chloe scoffed back, "Two of us proved it, anyway," she glanced at both Charlotte and Maria. The former was stuck in a will-they-won't-they tension with Luke Hemmings, while Maria had been secretly dating Calum Hood for nearly nine months, now. Only three weeks ago had Charlotte, Kimberly, and Chloe found them out.

Maria screwed up her face at the drummer, "Hey! The other three are still my friends," she pointed out, referring to the rest of the boys from 5 Seconds of Summer. Charlotte rolled her eyes, not having the energy to dignify this topic with an answer.

"Anyway," she sighed, "What do you and Namjoon talk about?"

Kimberly shook her head, debating how much she should privy the girls to. Sure, they all knew everything about each other, but there were still some things Kimberly liked to keep to herself. So far, Namjoon was definitely one of them.

"Anything that comes to mind," she replied, "Music, mostly,"

Chloe scoffed, "With the schedules these guys have, I'm surprised he has the time to text you at all," she said.

"What do you mean?" Maria asked.

"You have any idea how many hours a day they go for? How do you think they move like that? Takes some fucking work," Chloe replied, "Not to mention the strict diets, the travel, the training regimens,"

"So... like our schedules, minus the dancing?" Kimberly queried.

"Our schedules... but on major roids," she replied.

Charlotte raised her brows, "That bad?"

"Depending on the label," Chloe replied, "The boys definitely have a bit more freedom than the girls do,"

"As always in a modern, sexist society," Maria sighed, hunching forward, "So, when do they have time for friends? Dating? A life?"

"Maybe when their contracts run out," Chloe replied, "K-pop idols can't date,"

Kimberly refused to let it show, but she couldn't help the nervous pinching in her gut when Chloe said that, "W-What do you mean? Like -- at all?"

Chloe shook her head, "You ever hear of fan service? The labels make their money off of these guys being quote-on-quote 'available' and 'pure'. If they stay single the younger fans are more likely to buy into their brand,"

The other three sat in a stunned silence. It wasn't the first time they had heard of management getting involved in people's personal lives, but usually it was the other way around. Hell, their own manager tried to set Charlotte up in a PR relationship the previous year.

"Ugh," Maria cringed, "Why's that giving me Jonas Brothers purity ring bullshit?"

"Okay but -- that can't be for forever," Charlotte said, "It's fucking barbaric!"

"Over here, maybe. But Korea's a whole other culture," Chloe replied, "We just don't see it because we're foreigners. They treat us differently,"

Maria cocked her head, "Chlo, how do you know so much about this?" she asked.

Chloe smiled back, sheepish as she replied, "Let's call it a 2am rabbit-hole special. I'm also just a fan. -- I'm a fan of BTS, not of the record labels,"

Kimberly scoffed, "Must be pretty fucking bleak. You're writing love songs and you can't even have a lover to write about,"

"Oh, c'mon. They're grown men," Maria said, "I'm sure they're familiar with getting business done themselves,"

Charlotte physically grimaced, eager to change the subject, "Okay! Back to work!" she announced as she stood up. The girls followed suit.

Chloe chuckled, "Aw, what's the matter, Lottie? You never wanna change the subject when we're talking about Lu --"

"Chloe!" Kim scolded, pointing a sharp, manicured finger at her, "No,"

"Maria started it," Chloe chided back.

"And I'll also end it," Maria decided, looping her guitar strap over her shoulder.

Kimberly sighed under her breath as she did the same with her bass, glancing tentatively at her friends, "So... You guys still wanna' see their show on Friday?"

"Oh, I'm definitely down," Chloe replied.

Charlotte simpered, "Yeah, I'm into it,"

They all then turned to Maria, who stayed stiffly silent at first. Call her a killjoy or judgemental, but Maria wasn't the biggest fan of machine pop music. It wasn't so much BTS she was against, but the entire machine behind them. The industry of pretty boybands and girlbands with fancy dance moves, while definitely exciting, also held many dark undertones that turned her off completely. And she knew the girls felt the same because they had discussed this at length.

Maria could think of a hundred other things she could be doing on Friday, namely one of them being with Calum, and she knew the girls wouldn't hold it against her if she didn't go. Nevertheless, there was this air of hopefulness on Kimberly's face. They loved doing things together, experiencing new music being one of them. And the guys had promised to hold some tickets for them, so that was definitely a nice perk.

"Alright, I'm in," she conceded, "Do we have to get dressed up or..."

"Girl, it's a concert, not the Met," Charlotte pointed out.

"Well, I don't know," she shrugged back.

Kimberly's phone buzzed in her pocket, her lips curved up as she found Namjoon's name flash across her screen.

Do you like TGIF or Chili's better? We're trying to decide what to get for dinner

Ooooh...

Chili's, they're chicken sandwiches are lit

She hesitated as she typed her next message, her thumb wavered over the send button as she felt that nervous pinch in her gut. She glanced at her friends, their previous teasing weighing on her a little. Nevertheless, she averted her eyes to her keyboard as she pressed the send button.

When you have some time though, maybe I'll take you somewhere better than Chili's lol

She had barely tucked her phone back into her pocket when it buzzed again, her smile grew wider, and the pinching in her gut subsided.

I would like that a lot!

Unbeknownst to Kimberly, Chloe couldn't help but take a stealthy peak over her shoulder. Her curiosity however failed her covertness.

"What would he like?" she blurted.

Kimberly jumped forward, hugging her phone to her chest, "Chloe!" and as she turned, she smacked Chloe's side with the handle of her bass.

"Owh!" Chloe faltered, stumbling back and favouring her 'wound', "She hit me!" she whined to Maria.

"She was creeping on me!" Kimberly fought back, both of them looking to the oldest member.

Maria however remained stone faced, her exasperation evident as she turned to Charlotte. The moment the mousy brunette met the fiery Latina's gaze, she couldn't help but burst into giggles.

Kimberly rolled her eyes and took her place, awaiting patiently for the other girls to get themselves together. Despite her annoyance, she couldn't help but have a little bounce in her step, excited for Friday to just hurry up and roll around so she could see Namjoon again.

BTS' Friday night concert came upon them soon enough, and Namjoon was feeling rather calm and confident about the whole affair. Perhaps because he knew he looked good, perhaps because he had put his work in all week, making sure his performance would be flawless. Or simply, his self-assured nature had peaked because they were still riding high off of their American tour, the interviews were almost over and he was living his dream, had little to no worries except entertaining the crowd and not messing up his parts.

Namjoon felt like a fool for the nervous pinch in his chest whenever he saw her name flash on his phone screen, he liked talking to her, even if the limits of texting infuriated him at times. He knew when she'd be laughing at him over messages and when he'd stumble for words at a certain question, racking his brain for the English translation, and relieved he had time to form a cohesive thought before sending the next text.

He had done his own research into Catch the Caper, easily blown away by the rest of their music catalogue. Fiery and outspoken, and Kimberly shone through every solo shot in their videos. She didn't speak much in their interviews either, but when she did she was quite soft, though she had her moments where she had a bite to her. He liked that she always spoke her mind and could be so personable outright.

Admittedly, there were times when his thumb had hovered over the call button just so he could hear her voice again, when he was tired and bored in his hotel bed, when he fresh off his workout, but it seemed too eager, too much. How would he justify that? What would he say when or if she picked up? What if she was with Darius? Ultimately, his insecurity of overstepping the barely sketched boundaries kept him from calling.

At the moment, Namjoon was in the green room; his bandmates were primping, preening, notching the final buttons to their clothes and whatnot. He was keeping his composure, nonetheless excitement bubbled in his chest at the prospect of seeing Kimberly again. He had texted her that morning with details on how to find him once she and the girls arrived but he checked his phone again, wondering if she'd text to announce her arrival, if she'd even come at all.

He stayed slumped in his chair, his image in the vanity mirror a reflection of the self-doubt flickering through his wall of confidence. He wondered what she'd be wearing, what he should say and hoped he'd keep his cool around her, prayed he wouldn't make a wrong move, but no internal preparation could have prepared him for the moment when that green room door opened.

He didn't have to wait for Hobi's joyous greeting, or Jimin to practically fall out of his chair, the moment that door opened he knew it was her. Kimberly, Maria and Chloe had filed in after their stage manager, pleasantly taken aback by the guys' boisterous welcome. Chloe and Maria started integrating immediately, speaking slow with the guys and it gave them an opportunity to reflex their English. Chloe attempted to greet them in Korean, and Namjoon would've given her a solid B- minus.

Kimberly however migrated right over to Namjoon, and he was quick to stand up and greet her.

"Hi,"

"Hi,"

Her perfume enrobed him, kept him there as he inhaled it. He wasn't sure if he should go in for a hug but she beat him to the punch; she had to stand on her toes to reach properly and he found it so adorable. His own scent of equally dizzying to her and she breathed it in now, allowed his spicy cologne to overwhelm her, take her back to the night they'd night. Heat radiated from his touch, his lips at the side of her head and she smiled against his shoulder.

He at last let go and pulled back, he tucked his hands in his pockets to hide the slight shake in them. There was a shimmer of mischief in his eyes, the deep brown alarmingly familiar to Kimberly despite the fact she'd only met him once.

"You look amazing," he mired.

"Thanks," she smiled bashfully, "You look really cool,"

She had seen pictures of him on the tour, somehow seeing him up close in his stage fit was a little bit of a spectacle. He wore dark pants, a black t-shirt, and he had his silver print jacket hanging on the back of his chair. The choker around his neck was an unexpected, but cohesively charming touch. His hair was naturally fluffy, a lock fell over his eyes and it drew her eye to his jawline.

Everything about him exuded an abundance of collectedness but the mischief was still there, strong, bold and he seemed to be eternally smirking, the corner of his mouth pulled up and twitching as if he were about to make a coy joke. Kimberly was convinced she'd never seen a jaw that sharp and if she was unsure she'd been intrigued by him before, now there was no denying it.

"Is this the infamous jacket that's been circling the internet?" she chuckled, pointing curiously to the garment.

"Infamous?" he wondered aloud, "I suppose, if the internet says, so it shall be," he replied, his lips curling. Everything he said had a nonchalance, an effortlessness to it, but at the same time she wouldn't have been surprised should he have fallen into a fit of laughter.

"It looks cool," she nodded, chewing her lip for a split second, "You look cool in the pictures, anyway," stop saying 'cool' so much, idiot.

Namjoon's eyes trailed over her. There was a little less skin on show this time, allowing him less to study than before and he swallowed as his eyes fell on the tattoo on her forearm, peaking out under the rolled up sleeve of her velvet shirt. She wore blue wash denim jeans, baggy in the legs, scuffed white converse, and this time she had straightened her hair, tied back in a clean ballerina bun. It no doubt would've taken her a while to wrangle all those curls; he appreciated the creativity and effort she'd gone to.

"Did you miss me?" he asked with an undefeated smirked.

"Maybe a little..." she nodded truthfully, tilting her head at him and giving her best smile, "Miss me?"

"Almost forgot you were comin'..." he drawled, his lips betraying the harshness of his words.

"Oh, wow. Thanks," she grumbled playfully, "I only gave up my rare Friday night off for you, Joon..."

"Hey, I got the backstage passes for you, Kim..." he teased, cocking his head as they started for their babbling friend groups, "Speaking of, I didn't see Charlotte come in...?"

"Oh," Kimberly bit her lip, a small flush colouring her cheeks. The tone of her voice was clearly different and Namjoon raised and eyebrow in expectation, "Charlotte had something come up, so I brought Darius with me instead... I hope that's okay... he just went to catch up with the guys in the security," she gestured out the door was a particular vagueness.

Though the news was a shock to him, Namjoon nodded to feign as if he didn't care, scratched at his neck and jaw and she tilted her head to see if her boyfriend would come waltzing through the door.

"That's cool," he assured her, "He knows the security guys?"

She nodded, "He moonlights as a bouncer at this arena and at another club downtown,"

"Moonlights..."

"It's another term for 'work',"

"Right, right. Thanks,"

It seemed as though another man had appeared out of nowhere as he chatted in the middle of the group, and from the way Kimberly's eyes lit up he knew that he had to be Darius. He was tense as they approached him, even more so when Kimberly drew instantly to his side. Namjoon watched her boyfriend's hand slip to her hip and bit the inside of his cheek in annoyance.

For a second, Namjoon could only focus on her smile, the way she'd lit up even more than he thought possible at his side, but then drew his attention to Darius.

He was dressed in an obscure band tee and blue jeans, his hair tied into short dreads at the top of his head, the sides shaved down. He was a little more slender than Namjoon, nevertheless he was built similarly to Jungkook. He appeared quite friendly and his smile was genuine, the kind of smile which seemed to permanently stick even when faced with bad news. It made Namjoon realize he was probably frowning and he consciously turned the corners of his lips up to counter it.

As much as he hated to admit it, they looked good together. But at least he wasn't taller than him...

"Hey, have some water..." Jin said quickly, easily reading the tension in Namjoon's posture and quickly holding out a bottle for him.

"Thanks..." Namjoon mumbled back, drawing his eyes to the bottle. he hoped he was hiding his jealously in his expression but from the way Jin was looking at him, he figured that it was the opposite.

As Namjoon took a first sip, the condensation on the bottle cooling his clammy palm, the familiar cool liquid soothing the dryness in his throat, Chloe suddenly popped out of nowhere.

"Namjoon!" the rainbow haired drummer threw her arms around him in a hug, none the wiser to his sip. He choked back the water quickly and hugged her back, laughing quietly.

"Hi Chloe," he chuckled, "Thanks for coming,"

"Thanks for having us! Charlotte sends her best, by the way," she mired.

"Where is she?" he asked.

Chloe glanced to Maria, who glanced to Kimberly, he glanced back at him with a sly smirk. The girls had a secret between them, "Oh, she's sorting some stuff out with another friend of ours," Maria replied. It was clear by the sunken expression on Jimin's face that he was hoping Charlotte would've come.

Hobi, none the wiser to the tension in the room, unabashedly shrugged, "We send her video after," he nodded, beaming through his broken English.

Chloe then looked to Kimberly and Darius, "Oh! I know he's late, but this is Darius," she gestured to the taller gent.

Namjoon swallowed, "How's it going?" Namjoon drawled, holding his hand out as steadily as he could to meet Darius' already extended handshake, "Namjoon. Nice to meet you,"

"You too, man," Darius agreed cheerfully, meeting Namjoon's eye line directly with a confidence he prayed he was carrying off at least externally, "I'm looking forward to the show. Hey -- do you guys really move that fast on stage?"

"We definitely try," Namjoon smiled back, taken aback at how nice Darius was.

He shrugged his shoulders as an attempt to ease the tension he'd built there, stretched his neck a little. He took another sip from the water bottle to cool his nerves, relaxed his jaw and hoped it made him look much more unaffected than he felt.

Part of him wished that Kimberly's boyfriend was in any way dislikable, but he simply couldn't bring himself to hate the guy, could see she liked him and that he liked her. Darius didn't seem to be fake or forcing anything, had no features Namjoon could distinguish as better or worse than his and he made Kimberly laugh, they were comfortable together.

Kimberly couldn't help but watch Namjoon get pulled between conversations, gauging his reaction. She knew that no matter how deeply complicated that first meeting between them had been, that he'd felt something for her and as cool and collected as he was trying to seem, the effortlessness of his demeanour, his sudden focus on the others' conversations, there was an awkward reserve beneath the surface, a slight fumble for words, a general sense of fluster she could see that Jin had noticed too. She remembered the way he froze on the spot at the revelation of her having a boyfriend, how timid he'd been in engaging in conversation after her show and she hoped things wouldn't be too uncomfortable between them because of their first meeting.

"How'd you and Kimberly meet?" Namjoon asked, nodding to Darius, his voice a little scratchy and he coughed to clear it. He took another sip from his bottle.

"At my job, funny enough..." he replied, giving her an endearing side glance, "Her band had their album debut at the club I work at and, yeah... been a bit of a whirlwind but..." Kimberly turned to him and smiled brightly, "It's been an adventure,"

"Ooh, you a... dancer?" Jimin asked, the dimples in his cheeks visible. He nudged Namjoon who gave an appreciative chuckle as he wiggled his shoulders.

"Uh -- no, no. I'm a bouncer," Darius replied, "You know; security. And I'm in school in the day,"

Namjoon translated quickly for Jimin, who gave a quick nod of understanding, then he turned back to Darius, "What're you in school for?"

Kimberly watched from the corner of her eye, found Namjoon's continued curiosity endearing and his eyes lit up when he caught her gaze.

Namjoon caught Kimberly's eye and raised his eyebrows whilst the rest of his face was taught. She broke away first, looking to Darius as he began to speak and Namjoon considered it a tiny victory.

"Finances right now. I wanna' get my insurance license and go into a firm," he shrugged sheepishly, "It's not really interesting, I know. When people ask what I do, I just tell them I work in a club,"

"Hey, c'mon. Insurance is very important!" Namjoon nodded, "You're the proverbial safety net with a fire, or a car accident --"

"Or a snake bite," Darius mentioned, a quirky smile playing at his lips.

Namjoon hissed, "Ooh, ouch,"

"Nah, that's not the bad part, though," he chuckled, "The claim was filed by a guy who broke a window of this other dude's car to steal the crates in his backseat. Little did this poor guy know that the car belonged to a pest control specialist and there was a live snake in one of the crates,"

He squirmed on the spot, still visually invested in Darius' story, "No way..." he mulled it over for a moment, "Hold on though: the guy who broke into another guy's car filed an insurance claim for --?"

"Health insurance. But then the pest control guy turned around and sued him for damages. The robber counter-sued for snake bites and hospital bills, yada yada..." Darius trailed off with a shake of his head, "Welcome to America,"

Kimberly scoffed beside him, "My favourite is still Grand Theft Garden Gnome," she chuckled.

Namjoon's lips pulled into a confident smile again, his focus brimming more on him, selfishly wanting to understand more about her through him.

"Grand Theft Garden Gnome? This ought to be good,"

Darius opened his mouth to explain, though he was suddenly cut off by Jin and Maria's matching defeated cries of frustration. They were playing against Taehyung and Jungkook on the foosball table in the corner, clearly the youngest members of BTS had beaten them.

"I give up!" Jin cried, flailing onto the couch

"You guys have to be cheating," Maria marvelled at them, turning to Suga behind them, "Do they cheat a lot?" she pointed to them. Suga simply shrugged, Namjoon could tell he didn't understand what she saying yet.

"Suga!" he quickly translated for Suga, who's face immediately lit up as he glowered at the younger boys, shaking head.

"No," he spoke quickly. Hobi and Chloe began to laugh beside him, and Jimin got up from beside Namjoon to partake in the teasing.

Jungkook laughed gleefully, "You give up, yeah?" he giggled, eyes crinkled gleefully.

Maria, ever the stubborn one, glowered back at the pair with a sharp "No..." though given Jin's pouting, she was clearly without a partner.

Darius however took pity on her, excusing himself from Kimberly and Namjoon, "Don't worry Maria, I got you," he winked to Kimberly, "Show 'em how we do it on the East end,"

"Knock 'em dead," she sang back.

From his spot on the couch, Jin gave Namjoon a subtle look and a wink, continuing his pout as Darius took up his spot beside Maria. Taehyung puffed up his chest, trying to come off as intimidating.

"Let's go, let's go!" he exclaimed, and with that, another fiery game was on.

Kimberly looked across to Namjoon, who could barely contain his smile, rolled her eyes jokingly, "You might have to postpone your show. Maria's way too competitive, she's not gonna' quit until she wins one,"

Namjoon rolled his eyes and pouted a little, watching his friends go head-to-head as clearly, Darius was proving to be a tough match for them; his game was tight.

"Jungkook is equally competitive, so we might have a problem," he sighed, "We have to let him win at Mario Kart or his entire day's ruined," he smirked, keeping himself from shifting closer to her on the couch.

"Oh no," she chuckled as she looked back at him, brown eyes bright and shining.

He'd been trying not to lose himself in her too often, had purposely ignored the loose hairs falling from her bun, the way freckles across her nose stood out sweetly in the light, had willed himself to focus on the conversation each time her lips had wrapped around the bottle of her drink but now he couldn't not notice it all, admired her up close, fantasized about having her as close to him as Darius had, then bit the inside of his cheek at his thoughts. It would have been impossible.

"... You can sit closer if you wanna'," she said sheepishly, "I won't bite,"

Despite all the control he'd fought for, the arrogance and air of nonchalance he was desperate to exude, hid face lit up, he couldn't help it.

Chuckling, he shifted closer to her, "Sure,"

Kimberly smiled, glancing curiously at her soda bottle, "I... I don't suppose you have anything hanging around that's stronger than ginger ale?"

Namjoon simpered back, "At the moment -- no. We're supposed to keep sharp for the stage," he smoothed the side of his hair back with the flat of his palm. Kimberly couldn't decide if it was nerves that had prompted him, or if he was trying to keep up his act, but either way, he looked effortlessly cool doing it.

"Very fair," she nodded, "I don't wanna be a bad influence or anything, but I could go for a Paloma right now,"

"Is that your favourite drink?"

She nodded, "Mhm. Tequila, grapefruit, and lime. That's it," she replied, "You have a favourite drink?"

"Probably just soju," he said with a shrug, "The watermelon one is my favourite,"

"Soju..." she marvelled aloud, "It's like sake, right?"

"Kind of, but soju tends to be sweeter," he replied.

"Don't judge me, but I've never tried soju," she admitted with a laugh.

Namjoon's eyes went wide, "No kidding?" she shook her head, "That's like never trying water! If I had known, I would've brought some for you,"

"Hey, gimme' a break. I only turned twenty-one a couple months ago," she tucked some loose hairs behind her ear.

He cocked a brow, "But did you only start drinking at twenty-one?" he asked, bringing his voice to a lower whisper.

"Officially -- yes. Unofficially -- no comment," she sipped her ginger ale to make her point, "Were you such a boy scout back in Korea?"

Namjoon smirked back at her, leaning in close, but not close enough to make her feel uneasy. He didn't want her or Darius to detest him for anything, knew that if friendship was all he could have, then he'd take it and hold it close to his chest.

"No comment,"

[caffeinated-moonchild]

flower of hope [jung hoseok]

writer: yellow hippo

genre: psycho au, angst

characters: jung hoseok, laelynn [original female character]

synopsis: currently on a hiatus from her ballet classes abroad, she reminisces about a certain street dancer from her past. she meets him again as she was recruited as a muse for his video project. what happens when she tries to win his heart? would she make or break his hard-earned passion and career?

chapters:

✾ chapter 1

✾ chapter 2 - coming soon

✾ chapter 3 - coming soon

✾ chapter 4 - coming soon

[jihoons-flower-crown]

Kpop Album Sale

Hey guys. So I’m struggling with finances at the moment and want to sell my kpop albums to try and make ends meet. All my albums are in really good condition as they were used as display rather than for the CD, they have probably been played once or twice. There is a little sun damage (fading) on a small section of the Love & Letter Special Edition box but all the contents are fine. All albums have original photocards and no content has been removed, swapped or damaged. The signed Love & Letter album also has slight damage to the box which I unfortunately received that way. All the prices exclude shipping and are in AUD, I am located in NSW, Australia. Please feel free to contact me if you have any questions.

Seventeen

Love & Letter Repackage Album Special Edition ($80)

Vernon and Hoshi Small Photocards S.coups Large Photocard 2 stickers

Love & Letter - Love ver. ($50)

Signed by Hoshi Seungkwan bookmark 3 group postcards Sticker set

Love & Letter - Letter ver. ($35)

Jun bookmark 3 group postcards Sticker set Extra group photocard

Love & Letter - Love ver. ($35)

S.coups bookmark 3 group postcards Sticker set Extra group photocard

Going Seventeen - Make it Happen ($20)

Hiphop Team oar Jeonghan and Meanie photocards

Going Seventeen - Make a Wish ($20)

Hiphop Team oar Wonwoo and Seoksoo photocards

Going Seventeen - Make the Seventeen ($20)

Vocal Team oar S.coups and Wonhan photocards

17 Carat ($10)

Light photocard set

Boys Be - Hide ver. ($20)

Seungkwan photocard 5 group photocards Sticker set

Boys Be - Seek ver. ($20)

Seungkwan photocard 5 group photocards Sticker set

BTS

The Most Beautiful Moment in Life Pt. 1 - Pink ver. ($20)

Jin photocard Extra sticker set

The Most Beautiful Moments in Life Pt. 2 - Blue ver. ($20)

Namjoon photocard Extra sticker set

Skool Luv Affair ($15)

Jungkook photocard Sticker set

Dark & Wild ($20)

V photocard Group photocard

O R U l8 2 ($20)

Original Poster (unused) Jhope photocard Group photocard

2 Cool 4 Skool ($20)

Group character card

Wings ($20)

Jin photocard

GOT7

Identify ($30)

Mark phtocard Extra JB and Youngjae photocards

Got Love ($20)

Bambam photocard 2 extra group photocards

Pentagon

5 Senses ($20)

Kino CD EDawn photocard

Pentagon ($20)

Shinwon + Yanan CD Wooseok large photocard Kino small photocard

B.A.P

First Sensibility ($45)

Jongup photocard

Matrix ($30)

Daehyun photocard

Day6

Daydream ($30)

The Day ($20)

Jay Park

Worldwide ($30)

Evolution ($20)

15&

Sugar ($20)

Elo

8 Femmes ($15)

Monsta X 

Rush - Official ver. ($30)

Jooheon photocard

Extra Photocards - feel free to ask for one or two of these for free with any album

2 BTS Sticker sets

1 Seventeen Sticker set

1 EXO group photocard

1 Yonghwa (CNBlue)

1 Minhyuk (CNBlue)

1 Jonghyun (CNBlue)

1 Jungshin (CNBlue)

1 Apink group

4 BTS group

1 Lay (EXO)

[piedparker]

MASTERLIST

BTS AS: 

Alcoholic Beverages

Bob’s Burgers Characters

Dogs

Harry Potter Characters

Star Wars Characters

BTS Reacts:

Being told “I love you” for the first time.

Knowing you watch their FMV’s on YouTube

Meeting Your Parents

Moaning Their Name in Your Sleep

Pretending to be noona/hyung

Reacting to their crush being oblivious/being too “close” with the other members

Seeing the reader being tipsy/flirtatious

Seeing your post-surgical scars

Seeing your weight loss photos

Under dinner table play in public

Wearing revealing plus-sized clothing

Collabs:

The Abyss of the Raven’s Wing

Fake Texts:

Kim Taehyung starting the party without you

Incorrect Quotes:

Coming Back Home (JM/JK)

Fruit Cup (JH/NJ)

Hey God, it’s me

Hobi’s Caboose

Jungkook walking in on Vmin

Mochi Shop (V/JM)

V/Jin HYYH debate

Yoongi/Namjoon Porn Convo

Original Spicy Memes:

We can only hope

Sorry, Dad

The Limit Does Not Exist

When BTS/Big Hit breathes

Moodboards:

BDSM Park Jimin

Blinded Jimin and Ballet

Blonde Min Yoongi

Blonde Jin

Sexy Taehyung (gifs)

Titanic/BTS Emotional (gif)

Would You Rather:

BTS #1

BTS 18+ Mini 1

Original Gifs:

A Little Scandalous (Jhope)

BTS Intro Performance

JHope Focused Silver Spoon Dance Practice

JHope Flicking wrist in Boy Meets Evil MV

JHope Dancing to Red Velvet on Weekly Idol

Jimin Hair Flips

Love Yourself Teaser Trailer - Jeon Jungkook

Love Yourself Teaser Trailer - Kim Taehyung

Windmill Conspiracy (BP & BTS mirrored choreo)

BTS Scenarios/Fan Fics:

A Night Away (ft. Jin x Jimin x Reader)

Anything (ft. Jungkook x Reader)

Be Quiet (ft. Taehyung x Reader)

Breaking Down Your Walls (ft. Jungkook x Reader)

Dangerous

Dare. (ft. Jimin x Reader)

Distracted (ft. Yoongi x Reader)

Don’t Be Scared (ft. Taehyung x Reader)  PART 2

Don’t Be Late (ft. Jimin x Reader)

Don’t Take the Back Roads (ft. Jungkook x Reader)

Drunk for the Wrong Reasons (ft. Taehyung x Reader)

Here We Go (ft. Jimin x Reader)

Hoseok Playing Games

How we Started (ft. Namjoon x Reader)

I’m Sorry (ft. Taehyung x Reader)

I Love You, More (ft. Hoseok x Reader)

In Your Dreams (ft. Jimin x Reader)

It’s Complicated (ft. Jimin x Reader)

JHope Random Encounter 1

JHope Random Encounter 2

Late (ft. Yoongi x Reader)

Make Me (Taehyung x Reader)

My Favorite Spot (Yoongi x Reader)

No (ft. Yoongi x Reader)

Please, Come Over (ft. Jimin x Reader)

Sleepless (ft. Yoongi x Reader)

Someone to Lean On (Namjoon x Reader)

Spontaneous (ft. Yoongi x Reader)

Stay (ft. Jimin x Reader)

The Drive-In (ft. Jungkook x Reader)

The Last Time (ft. Yoongi x Reader)

The Secret Garden

Tough Cookie (ft. Jungkook x Reader)

Unfair (ft. Yoongi x Reader)

Watch What You Say To Me (ft. Yoongi x Reader)

When The Opportunity Arises (ft. Hoseok x Reader)

BTS Dreams:

Domesticated Jungkook

BTS Series:

The First Time - Namjoon - Jungkook

Appreciation Post:

BTS Adam’s Apples

BTS Body Rolls

BTS Heavy Breathing

BTS Lip Bites

BTS Sexual 

BTS Tongues

BTS in White

JHope Black and White 1

JHope Aggressive in Black

JHope Sexual Sunshine Smile

Jungkook and his Perfect Smile

Jungkook Sweaty

Kai x Jimin Black and White

Kim Namjoon Aggressive

Kim Namjoon Blonde Moodboard (gifs)

Kim Namjoon’s Dimples

Kim Seokjin Aggressive Black and White

Kim Taehyung Aggressive Blues

Maknae Line with Blue Eyes

Min Yoongi All Dressed Up

Min Yoongi Lip Bites

Park Jimin Deep Purple/Royal Blue Vibes

Park Jimin Aggressive Black and White

Slutty B&W J-Hope Moodboard

Sexy Suga

[ultimate-noona]

Trashes & creations - Masterlist

Just wanted to do a post where all my shitty work is. I'm not very talented, but I like having fun with photoshop even if it's not really pretty.

Alternative Universes:

Hogwarts Universe:

A.C.E

Yuchan • new •

Sehyoon • new •

Byeongkwan • new •

SHINee:

Jinki / Onew

Jonghyun

Kibum /Key

Minho

Taemin

Tokyo Ghoul Universe:

BTS:

Jimin  

SHINee:

Kibum/Key 

Killing Stalking Universe:

Kim Taehyung / V as Choker Boy 

Kim Namjoon / RapMonster as Oh Sangwoo 

Min Yoongi / Suga as Yoon Bum  

Mystical Creatures Universe:

Monsta X:

Merman!Wonho

Werewolf!Minhyuk

FireKitsune!Jooheon

Fairy!Hyungwon

Incubus!Shownu

Witch!I.M

CatShapeshifter!Kihyun

Witch Universe:

SHINee Coven:

Jinki / Onew 

Kibum / Key

Jonghyun • new •

League of Legends Universe:

Min Yoongi as Jinx 

Byun Baekyun as Lux 

Kim Kibum as Morgana

Jeon Jiwoo as Lulu

Pairing AU: BTS & Monsta X

Seokjin (Jin) X Kihyun • new •

Taehyung (V) X Minhyuk • new •

Namjoon (RapMonster) X Changkyun (IM) • new •

Hoseok (JHope) X Hyeonwu (Shownu) • new •

Jimin X Hyungwon • new •

Greek Gods AU: Monsta X:

Minhyuk as Apollo • new •

Stray Kids Christmas 2k17: Night-in and cuddle theme (moodboad and headcannons)

Chan • new •

Woojin • new •

 Minho  • new •

Changbin  • new •

Hyunjin  • new •

Felix  • new •

Seungmin  • new •

Jisung  • new •

Jeongin  • new •

Werewolf AU:

A.C.E:

Junhee - alpha  • new •

Donghun - freki • new •

Sehyoon - beta • new •

Byeongkwan - beta • new •

Yuchan - wolfcub • new •

Beautiful Liar concept

A.C.E

Junhee as Ravi • new •

Sehyoon as Leo • new •

Free Fanservice :

Monsta X:

Wonho: Coffee dating/couple

SHINee:

Kibum: Soft Boyfriend/Couple

Role Play Stuff :

Characters :

Jeon Jungkook as Amadeus Cho (Marvel Character) - moodboard 1

Magdalena Zalejska as Mercy Bowman (Original Character) - moodboard 1

Finn Jones as Danny Rand (Marvel Character) - moodboard 1

Lee Taemin as Chanyeol Kenway (Original Character) - moodboard 1

Max Riemelt as James Waidmann (Original Character) - moodboard 1

Ships :

Amarcy (Amadeux Cho X Mercy Bowman) - moodboard 1

Sangdo (Sangwoo Blink X Nando Blink) - moodboard 1

Shuraude - moodboard 1 - moodboard 2 • new •

I try updating this list regularly. Don’t hesitate to send me some request for moodboard (✿ ♥‿♥)

[worldwidebt7]

Part 2: “Black or White” 01

Masterlist

》Pairing: Yoongi x Original Character

》Genre(s): [Fluff] [Angst] [Hybrid!AU] [Webtoon]

》Rating: T

》 Warnings: Insane Cuteness, Mentions of Violence

》A/N: So after a WEEK-- IT’S UP! Finally got all the tags up! If I was unable to tag you, you’re in the second grouping of usernames. Phew-- I didn;t count all of you, but if my calculations are correct there’s definitely over 200 people there! Thank you so much guys! I can’t believe the tag list for this comic is so long for just the first chapter!!

[SUMMARY]  Learning the reality of life as a hybrid brutally has left a certain Tiger Hybrid beaten and bitter. However, as full of cruelty the world can be, it is also full of love, and it is impossible for this broken hybrid to avoid the unique kindness of a bold woman…

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[galaxy-writes]

(Jeon Jungkook/Reader) (Kim Namjoon/Original Female Character) When she was nine her parents died, leaving her and her sister alone. They were sent to their godparents, the Kims. There they met the eldest son, Namjoon. With him, their musical passion flourished until they were spotted for a talent audition. Soon the rest was history.