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[biaswreckme]

'tis the damn season | jikook

"There's an ache in you, put there by the ache in me." Jungkook left to pursue his dreams, and Jimin stayed.

Pairing: Jimin/Jungkook

Member: Jimin, Jungkook

Length: 378 words

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort

Rating: 18+

Triggers/Warnings: sad vibes, implied sex, post break-up

You can read it on: AO3

The cold was biting into Jungkook’s cheeks as he walked through the streets of his hometown - of their hometown. Memories filled his mind; memories of their times at school, of rushing in between classes, of a warm bed in the chillest of days, of a person who knew him better than himself. Old habits also filled his body; staying in his bed at his parents’ house half the day, a luxury he could not afford anymore.

His feet led him there as he was immersed in recollections. No matter which route he took; his feet, his heart, and his mind always ended up leading Jungkook to Jimin. As he looked through the large fogged up window at the front of the cafe, an ache filled his heart as his eyes met his melancholic gaze. Jungkook took a deep breath and opened the door, each step forward piercing his heart - though not as much as he pierced his heart when he left town and all Jimin did was watch him.

There was no need to state his order. Jimin already had his perfect coffee waiting for him on the counter, as if their souls were connected and he knew Jungkook would make his presence in his father’s cafe that early afternoon. There was no need to fake a smile, to pretend his heart was not painfully beating against his ribcage. This time, though, it was Jimin who spoke first.

“If it is the same to you, it is the same to me.”

There was no need for any other words. He did not know for how much longer Jimin would agree to just… be for the weekend. So he sat and waited for Jimin’s shift to end, ignoring people’s stares as they left together to ride around before going to the warmest bed with an even warmer body. A soft and low babe escaping Jimin’s lips was everything Jungkook wanted to hear this damn season before going back to his life in the capital, before the haze was broken by the same two sentences every time.

“Don’t ask me to stay.”

“Then don’t ask me to wait.”

And as he left as the weekend ended, he always thought the road not taken looked better than the one he chose.

[userjiminie]

neoneun na naneun neo-ing: whatever it is that jikook always do.

[roo-bastmoon]

What is even happening in these tags?

People who are mean-spirited or having meltdowns in our space just get straight-up blocked forever; simply cannot waste precious time and energy entertaining b.s. on the shared timeline.

ANYWAY... back to what matters:

The phone call with mom... the pool shenanigans... the ramyeon conversation... eating out of the same bowl... sitting together to watch music videos... knowing JK got no sleep on the plane... snuggling up on the bed... ottering in the ocean... tattoos on display...

[chibi-crazy]

[desinyschildrenjkjm]

Sometimes people are so anti shipping or anti-being-perceived-as-a-shipper that their rants, lectures, anger, witch-hunting, squirming and uncomfortable avoidance and palapable disgust just circle in on themselves into sounding straight up homophobic. People will think what they think, I see things how I see them and you can see it how you see it, but stop to think about how your stubborn 'defense' would affect any lgbtq people who now feel uncomfortable in the hostile environment you've created around even the possibility of same sex love. its far more harmful in general to be so violently, loudly opposed to even the idea of members dating or people seeing them as romantic together than it is for people to just be wrong about them but enjoy their chemistry. Just unclench.

[chimchimmarie]

Your Hotness, Park Jimin

[jungkookjeon0007]

— this is everything I didn’t know I needed. 🥵😳

[mimikoolover]

I've been wondering if bighit or whoever came up with the jikook travel show idea to motivate jungkook a bit. I mean we saw how down he was and how he was 'acting out' for an idol (drinking and falling asleep on lives, deleting insta). I can see them try to come up with something to boost his mood so to speak...I mean I hope they tell us how it came about but if they wanted to get his spirits up that was definitely a way to do it.

[goldenalbum]

i hope every shipper and solo stan who hates any member(s) of bts knows their faves would fucking despise them 💗 i wish yall bitches a very terrible night

[jmvore]

Say Yes (2) | pjm + jjk

‹ previous | next › » warning(s) › stalking, jikook missing you hours, nothing really happens » pairing(s) › jungkook x reader x jimin | student(s) x professor » word(s) › 1.1k+ » note(s) › yes. this is a repost from @/googikoo <3. also, I have to re-write the first chapter because it got lost in the void. so for now... just bare with me until I remember what the hell I wrote lol.

[01:24pm] "I miss her..." Jungkook sighs dreamily. It's their free period and what better way to spend it than watching you go about your day? You have watched them sit at your desk to grade papers, talk with other students, or just stroll around campus.

Right now, they're watching you walk down the entrance hall with one of their other professors. Professor Kim Namjoon. They know you're most likely discussing lesson plans but they can't help but feel a pang of envy when they see you with someone that isn't them.

"She's avoiding us."

Jimin stares at you until you make eye contact. Your chest rises slightly before falling, and they know you haven't forgotten what happened the last time you three were in a room together.

"She's just being shy, Hyung..." Jungkook counters but Jimin simply hums at the younger's naivety. It's cute.

You swiftly bow to excuse yourself when one of your students, Yeonjun, stops you from leaving. Jimin can see your smile is strained. He knows you know he's watching you. You leave without looking back. Jimin's gaze follows you until you are out of sight. You take a few deep breaths to regain your composure.

"Fucking Teacher's Pet..." Jimin rolls his eyes but he can't help the irritation that's bubbling up inside of him. And as you walk away with Yeonjun following close behind, it takes everything in Jimin to look away. He takes deep, sharp breaths to push that ugly green monster down.

Though, the more Jimin thinks about it, the more he notices a pattern.

Every time they see you, you're with a student or teacher. At this point, they know you're doing it intentionally. They can't blame you. In light of what happened last time, you can never be too careful. Being alone with them is something you tried to avoid. Even inside your classroom. They know this. They love watching you struggle to remain professional in their presence while their seated at their desk.

Watching.

Waiting.

You can sense the tension rising with every passing day. They know you wouldn't go to the dean for the simple fact, you don't want any of this getting out. You don't want to lose our job either.

Even though it would make it much easier for them.

"How do we get her to see us again?"

"We have to wait."

Jungkook frowns at his words. He doesn't want to wait. If he could, he would whisk you away from everything and everyone. Keep you locked away, not only for his benefit but for your safety. Jungkook knows he can't rush things. He knows he needs to give you time and space to come to terms with the situation.

But... It's hard to do that with you flaunting your curves all over campus.

They also know they can't give you too much space or you'll think they've given up on you. Which is far from the case.

Jimin hearts plummets to the floor when he realizes who you're with now. His nose twitching with irritation.

"She's with him. Again."

Jimin's expression shifted from one of contentment to one of resentment when he noticed you speaking with Professor Kim Seokjin, your spouse. His grumbling betrayed his growing frustration, his inability to tear his gaze away from the couple whose joy seemed to be exclusive.

He sighed and glances away, forlorn as he pulls out his phone to type out a message to send you.

[01:46pm] Jimin: Meet us in your office, love.

Jimin adds the pet name for shits and giggles, knowing how you feel about them when Seokjin says them to you. They watch you when you make eye contact with Jimin as he smirks. He sees you shutter before frowning at your watch.

"Hyung..." Jungkook whines, catching Jimin's attention. He can't lie, he misses you too. He can't tell you how many times he replayed that video for his viewing pleasure. He's been content with it but he'll want the real thing very soon.

You lean up to kiss your husband's cheek. Jungkook and Jimin faces twist in disgust when you mouthed the words 'I love you' to him.

Pretty soon, you'll be theirs and you’ll be saying that to them. They’ll make sure of it.

"C'mon." Jimin tugs on Jungkook's jacket as he watches you walk back toward your office. You're picking your nails. They know you're nervous.

"Where are we going, hyung?"

"To her office."

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[stormblessed95]

So jimin spent his birthday with Yoongi the whole of yesterday and proudly showed us the snacks yoongi prepared for his birthday.. But he couldn't spend it with his supposed "boyfriend" Jk😪..Lmao jimin is putting himself out there showing who he cares about and spend his free time with and it's yoongi not your ship,But yet you jokers are still holding on to fake ship,jimin would spit on you shipping him with a family man like Jk who has a pregnant girlfriend at home. Stop being so embarrassing and give it up. Yoonmin is real and jimin truly loves yoongi not who you are shipping him with. You keep denying yoonmin relationship but guess who keep debunking y'all? Jimin exactly haha Such losers! Anyway happy birthday to jimin

Lol your hostile anon post worked! I'm converting! This is official a yoonmin blog (let's all just pretend that everyone who follows me doesn't already know that yoonmin are my biases so it lowkey can already feel like a yoonmin blog anyway)

Yoonmin is real! Yay! It's so nice that my biases are now also boyfriends. Good for them!

[jmdbjk]

Low mileage...

So does anyone else have random thoughts like "who takes Jimin's Porsche Panamera out to gas it up?" Certainly not Jimin. He barely drives it.

He's driven it less than 7000 miles in the approximately 3 years he's owned it.

Lately, he probably only takes it out to check on his construction projects. And when he has some downtime, maybe excursions across the river for the occasional home cooked ramen meal. Just double the recipe for two servings...

Hmmm. Also random: when does Kookie take his motorcycle out for a spin?

[acopenhagenarmy]

THE ACADEMY - CHAPTER 1

Pairing: BTS x reader but mostly hyung-line x reader  Side pairings: Jimin x Taehyung, Jimin x Ateez!Wooyoung, reader x Ateez!Seonghwa

Mafia!au - gang!au - assassins!au 

Word count: 5k ish

Warnings: Mentions of death, nudity and sex apart from that some strong language. And I think that’s it for now.. 

Summary: Growing up in one of the biggest and most feared mafias has it’s perks, but what happens when you and you’re friends are suddenly shipped off to the other end of the world? Will you stay together or will the world you live in tear you all apart? 

NOTE: THIS IS THE UPDATED VERSION OF MY HEART RUNS TO YOU

-> NEXT CHAPTER

Harder!” he yelled at you as you once again kicked the punching bag he so desperately tried to keep steady. The sweat was trailing down the sides of your face as tears, as you did your best to keep your breathing under control. It was hard, and he knew just how to work your body to the breaking point.

But then again if anyone could it was him, after all you’ve known each other your entire lives. And you’d been kicking his ass ever since the two of you shared your mother’s womb.

The hall where you and your brother spent every early morning was large. A boxing ring was located in the middle surrounded by different machines and equipment, there to make sure everyone was in the best form of their life. Because at some point all of you would need to run from death, or maybe even fight it. 

A door opened at the top of a flight of stairs and through it walked your brother’s best friend and right-hand man, Jeon Jungkook. Walked might be the wrong word though, if you looked closely it almost looked like he danced down the stairs. 

When he reached the bottom, he spread his long arms and yelled: “Oh, my sweet, sweet Parks! Where have you been all morning?” Both you and Jimin looked confused at each other as your workout came to a halt. 

Jimin slowly let go of the bag, as you once again stood up straight, both of you leaving the workout for a few moments as you tried to decipher just what made your friend this excited at 5:30 am.

You loosened your boxing gloves and threw them aside, revealing the tiger stripes that twisted around your left wrist and ended right below your elbow. In the meantime, Jimin had located a water bottle and threw it your way as you stepped forward towards Jungkook.

As you caught the bottle and opened it you smiled at the giant man before you and said: “Why are you yelling like a maniac Kook? And you better have a good reason to disturb our morning workout.”

You took a big gulp of water as Jimin walked towards the two of you. He shook his head at Jungkook, as he once again started to dance in front of you. 

“Boy, you are completely insane” Jimin spoke as he looked at the man that now resembled a bunny more than a human. He looked at you afterwards, and all you did was raise a brow at your twin, because to be honest what was he expecting. All Jungkook did was grin and send a sweet smile towards the two of you. One of those that made his nose scrunch.

“Well my dearest friends… I come with a message; bitches we got in!” Out of his back pocket he pulled a black paper where the word academy was etched into it in gold, and above the words was a cold circle.

You dropped the water, not minding it spilling all over the floor, and pulled the paper out of Jungkook’s hands as you flipped it and started to read. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Jimin’s excited face as he started to jump, scream and dance with his friend. You could feel your heart stop and your lungs failing as you read over the golden words.

Dear Mr. Park.

We are pleased to inform you that Y/N Park, Jimin Park, Jungkook Jeon and Hoseok ‘J-hope’ Jung all have been accepted into the academy. Their classes will begin in exactly three days from now at the Puck Building in New York City. Each of your trainees must bring two suitcases of personal belongings and only one weapon, so choose wisely.

See you soon

You were in complete and utter shock. The academy was the dream, only the best trainees and children of the most feared mobsters in the world got to go there. It was an honor and a privilege, it was the place where lifelong alliances were built, and enemies were created.

Both you and the boys had never really doubted that you would get in, after all you were one of the largest mafias in all of Asia. But now the day was finally here, the dream had come true.

You took the letter and gave it back to the two boys before you ran up the stairs to get out of the practice room. You needed to talk to Hoseok, and you needed to talk to your dad.

There was no doubt in your mind that Jungkook had stolen the letter from your father’s office. But then again if you had been the one to spot the black and gold envelope, there was no way in hell you would have waited until nightfall to get the news.

It had been a tradition in your family, that the leader would host a dinner to celebrate the young men and women who had been accepted into the school. But the four of you were the best assassins, spies and most skilled in combat your gang had seen in generations. So, there was no way in hell tradition was gonna hold down the criminals inside you all.

You ran down the hall from the gym as quickly as your feet could carry you until you stumbled through the door to Hoseok’s room. Inside you found him splayed out in bed, in the arms of this week’s bimbo as Jimin called them. But then again who wouldn’t love to lay beside the legendary assassin J-hope?

You didn’t care if he had another woman in bed, you didn’t care that the two of them were most likely naked. All you cared about was sharing the best news of both of your lives with your partner in crime. So you jumped down in bed between the two of them, waking both of them up by the sudden need of air in their lungs.

You heard a yell from the women beside you as she rolled out of the bed and landed with a loud bang on the floor. All Hoseok did was grunt annoyed at you, before he pulled you close to him, inhaling the smell of your hair in the process.

“Why are you waking me up at this hour, you know I work late?” He was known for being a grumpy ass in the morning, and today was no exception. “And why the hell do you come into my bed and disturb my sleep, smelling like this?” He pulls back to look you in the eyes, and his filled with disgust.

“Jesus Hobi, be nice! I was in the middle of practice.”

“Well if you were in the middle of your precious practice, why the fuck didn’t you finish it and let me sleep for two more hours?”

You didn’t even know how to begin, so you just looked at him with the biggest smile, as you bit your bottom lip trying to contain the laughter that threatened to spill out into the room.

It was a rare sight, you acting giddy, you losing your words. But Hoseok knew better than to push you for information, that usually just ended with you beating his ass and him being blue and yellow for the rest of the week. So instead he waited, as he lost himself in your eyes. 

On the floor beside the bed you could hear the girl slowly coming to her senses, as she pulled herself up, looking down at the woman who had pushed her out of bed before six in the morning. You knew she wouldn’t be thrilled about it, but the fact that she even got to sleep in Hoseok’s bed was impressive, he usually kicked them out after the deed was done.

“Excuse me, but what the hell do you think you’re doing?” She had a high-pitched voice, instantly annoying you. She tried her best to hide her naked form behind the slight sheer cover she held up to cover her.  

“Dana shut up, will you?” He didn't even take the time to look at the woman, you were all he saw as he tried to figure out what news could be important enough to have you acting like this. 

You slowly looked up at the woman who towered over the two of you, and all you saw was the pout she elegantly had displayed on her face to try and win just a little sympathy from the man beside you. When that didn’t work, she tried yet another method.

“Baby if you kick her out then maybe we can go again?” you rolled your eyes, a little afraid they might get stuck back there if she kept going. But he did nothing, said nothing, he just looked at you and, in the end, she gave up, gathered her things and left the two of you alone in the room.

After an intense staring contest, one that once again ended the instant the thought of kissing you crossed his mind. He got out of bed to get dressed instead. He sat up in the bed as you rolled over to look up into the ceiling. You could hear the slow and lazy footsteps he took towards the two double doors that lead to his walk-in closet. A yawn escaped him as he stretched his arms above his head, to get the blood flowing in his tired and worn out body.

“So, what news is so important that I couldn’t wait?” You could hear him go through the drawers as he spoke.

Your head was filled with both pride and joy, but the words wouldn’t get out. Instead you giggled like a crazy person.

“What is it? Why are you laughing?” The t-shirt he pulled over his head was muffling the sound of his voice, which meant it was safe for you to face him once again. You sat up and turned towards the double doors as you crossed your legs in the soft bed.

“We got in Hobi…” It was almost a whisper and you continued: “We leave in three days, can you believe it? The day has finally come!” You clapped your hands as you watched him walk towards you.

“You’re kidding? Who got in? All of us?” You nodded your head and intertwined your hands with each other, squeezing with all the strength in your body. Because if this was a dream you needed to wake up now.

He sprinted towards you and tackled you back into bed as he screamed at the top of his lungs. Your arms held him close in a hug as you both laughed. It was emotional to be the one to tell him the news. You knew that he would get scolded by the rest of the boys who lived in his hall later on for waking them with his screams, but he didn’t seem to care. The happiness and pride of this achievement made the screams called for, and as soon as they knew they’d agree. 

The two of you had talked about this day since you were four and his father had brought him into the manor for the first time. Hoseok’s father was your dad’s right-hand man, and because of this you grew up together and trained together. You had shared everything together, hell he even lived in your house.

“Oh my god, this is insane! It’s completely insane! But wait… How the hell do you know?” Hoseok had a puzzled expression as he looked into your eyes.

“Well… Jungkook might’ve been snooping around in dad’s office, and there he might’ve found the acceptance letter”

You knew how much he hated to go against your father. Dae-Hyun or Papa Park as you and Jimin sometimes called him, had opened his house to both Hoseok and his family. An act Hoseok saw as a privilege and an honor. And unlike you and Jimin, it was kind of hard to be a teenager and a rebel against the man who was not only your boss, but one of the most powerful mafia leaders in this world.

“One day that boy is gonna end up being killed for all the stunts he pulls” He shook his head at your younger friend, but the smile refused to leave his lips.

“I know… But don’t worry I’m going to find pops as soon as I’m done with you and fill him in on the situation. After all he might want to do the dinner anyways” You shrugged your shoulders a little.

“Look at you being the responsible leader Y/N!” He hit your shoulder playfully as you laughed at his statement.

“Well I might as well start to take my role seriously now. No need to wait, you know?” You bit your bottom lip as you started to twirl the golden ring that was displayed on one of your fingers.

Hoseok stood up from the bed and looked down on you with loving eyes. You were the woman he could never have, the person he’d always protect and follow blindly into any battle.

“So tell me… What do I need to pack?”

After a long discussion with Hobi about just which outfits he should pack, and an even longer one with what sniper rifle he should bring to the States, you were off to see your dad.

You skipped down the corridors of the giant manor, saying hi to everyone you met on your way, until you’d finally reached your fathers office. He had an open-door policy for both you and the boys so instead of knocking you busted through the door.

He was sitting behind the giant mahogany desk, reading the reports from both spies and distributors that had been piling up in the dark hours of the night. He looked powerful in this setting. High ceilings, big windows, expensive suit and of course with an expensive bottle of whiskey nearby.

He looked up from his papers for a brief moment, only to discover you were already walking towards him. He slowly laid down his pen, as he sent you a gentle smile. In front of the desk were two leather chairs who faced him, and as usual you placed yourself in the left one.

“Hello sweet daughter, what can I do for you today?” He spoke like the man in power he was, his voice was deep and intimidating, even when he wasn’t trying to be. But then again it was a given when you were in his position.

You didn’t respond and just moved around nervously in the chair as you fiddled with the golden ring that rested on your pinkie on your left hand. Just like your tattoo it displayed your rank in the family business, as you liked to call it.

“I know what Jungkook did Y/N, there’s no need to beat around the bush” You quickly looked up from the ring, your face displaying the surprise you felt, and your heart started to beat faster as he continued his speech: “I have security and cameras everywhere in this house, you really think anything goes missing without my permission?”

He now had a smirk on his lips, and you could see the spark in his eyes. Your father was a cruel man to those who deserved it, and a stern leader to almost everyone. Except to a chosen few. To you he was kind, playful at times, and almost always with a smile on his face and that incredible kind spark in his eyes. Unless you talked business of course.

You laughed before you answered him.

“I thought you might’ve figured it out by now. I hoped you hadn’t, because it would’ve been nice to be the one to surprise you for once”

He put away his reading glasses and stood up. Slowly walking to the other side of his desk as he sat down on the edge, both hands resting beside him.

“Well… One day you might be able to, but not quite yet Blade…” His smile was as kind as always as he said your nickname. “… But judging from your smile I guess the academy had great news?”

You didn’t know it was possible to feel prouder or happier than you already were, but the feeling that slowly blossomed in your chest was nothing you’d ever felt before. You could feel the tears in your eyes as you smiled at the man you admired most in this world.

“We all got in, all four of us” Your voice cracked a little, but you did not care for a single second. The two of you had talked about this day since you’d held your first katana. And to share the good news with the man that had made you the woman you were today, meant everything to you.

He stood up from his spot and walked towards you, arms stretched open to give you the bear-hug he knew you needed. And you walked right into his arms and let the tears roam free.

“I’m so proud of you Blade, of all of you.” He whispered into your hair before he placed his hands on either side of your face and pulled you away from his chest, wiping your tears away with his thumbs. He placed a kiss on your forehead as you laughed a little. “But I never doubted any of you, I trained you to be the best, not ordinary, so of course they want you all” 

You rarely showed people your emotions. It wasn’t that it was a sign of weakness, but being a girl high placed in the mafia, people would use anything to gain the upper hand in this game you called life. It was like every other corporation, typically a patriarchy. A typical tradition because men had this idea that women couldn’t be ruthless, that they couldn’t handle the power, that they couldn’t handle the bloodshed. Luckily for you, your family didn’t share that view, and neither did the rest of the crew under your father. 

You cleared your throat as he finally let go of you, looking into your happy eyes as his own filled with pride.

“I’m sorry if we ruined the dinner though”

He laughed at that statement and turned around to once again find his rightful place behind his giant desk. “Now call those boys in here I need to have a chat with you all before it all goes down tonight, because we all know you’ll be too hungover tomorrow to come if I call a meeting then”

You raised an eyebrow, your way of saying: I don’t know what you’re talking about.

“Don’t give me that look Y/N, we’ve been down that road before. That being said, you need to shower first”

You shrugged, he wasn’t wrong.

After an amazing breakfast you went back to your room, quickly ridding yourself of your workout clothes to hop into a steaming hot shower. You stood there for a few minutes and wondered just how your life would look in a few weeks’ time.

Would you be able to create new alliances, or would it end up being impossible because you’re a woman? It was very rare that women were in powerful positions in the mafia, and even rarer that they were the first in line for the throne. And the more you thought about it the more anxious you got. It might not be a problem at home, where your people knew just how you were raised to rule, but you needed to prepare yourself for every reaction in the book. 

You turned on the cold water to get the negative thoughts out of your system, your way of clearing your head, at least for the time being. Once again it worked like a charm. After a good cleanse of both hair, body and mind, you left to start your morning routine.

Because this was a special day, you knew you needed a little extra than just the regular black dior outfit. You did your makeup and dressed in an elegant black suit. 

The black flared pants hugged your body in all the right places and displayed your curves just how you liked it. The blazer that matched gave you no waist and therefore you styled it with a belt with gold hardware to match the jewelry you wore. Just to give it a little something extra. Your hair was slicked back and your face open for the world to see the beauty of your jawline and cheekbones.

Stilettos were something you loved dearly, and almost always wore when you didn’t workout. You had mastered running in everything from 1-15cm, something all the men found very impressive. The red bottom Louboutins had therefore been a part of your outfits for a few years now. 

You looked into the mirror, pleased with the woman who looked back at you. You looked like you were in charge and knew what was going on around you, you looked like you belonged in this world that was mostly dominated by men. You looked lethal and beautiful all in one. 

You twisted your ring once as you took a deep breath. Afterwards you rolled up your sleeves to display your tattoo. 

Two knocks on your door pulled you out of your daydreaming. Jimin and the boys were here, and as you opened you almost had to take a step back before their jaws hit the floor before you.

The three men, your three so-called besties, looked you up and down, but none of them spoke. Nervous about their reaction you spun the ring around your fingers as you looked at them with a shy smile.

“What’s wrong? Do I have something in my face?” You laughed a little as you smiled wide at the three men who stood before you.

“N-no, no, no, no! Not at all you just… You look hot!” Jungkook said as he gave you a wink and licked his lip like a man starved.

“Duuuude! That’s my sister stop it!” Jimin hit his chest as he whisper yelled at him.

“I know that! But look at her!” He gestured towards you with both hands.

You crossed your arms in front of your chest and shot one hip to the side, as you poked your cheek from the inside using your tongue, the very best indicator for when someone pissed you off.

Hoseok rolled his eyes and kissed your cheek. “You look beautiful and deadly” and afterwards pushed the boys out of the way and down the hall to make room for you. 

“Stop drooling and start walking before your future boss kicks your ass in a hallway. Besides we’re already late” He pointed towards the door at the end of it that led to your dad’s office, your arm snaked around his.

Hoseok always loved to have you like this, on his arm. To those who didn’t know you, you could look like a couple, and sometimes he liked to daydream of how things could be, if he was just a man and you were just a woman. Maybe then he could love you boldly, openly, publicly. 

As the two younger boys stumbled towards the door, he looked at you. A small but genuine smile on his lips as his eyes sparkled.

Jungkook and Jimin had bolted right through your fathers office doors, not a care in the world or a thought on their minds. Most likely startling him in the process. Both you and Jimin sat down in your chairs as Hoseok rested against the back of yours and Jungkook stood by the windows, looking out into the courtyard.

“I’m glad you all made it on time, this way we won’t be late for dinner” He said as he opened the carafe with gin and poured you a glass over ice. You had never liked whiskey the same way the boys had, and therefore he had made sure that there was something you enjoyed in his office. 

You thanked him as you grabbed the glass from his hands, and he continued to pour the remaining men in the room a glass of the golden liquid. And then he began his speech.

“First of all, I wanna say how proud I am of each and every one of you, you deserve this… More than any other. So, cheers to you.” He raised his glass, and you all followed his example as he continued.

“In two days’ time you’ll arrive in New York to attend the academy, and the next year will be both physically and mentally draining. When you step into those grand halls only three rules apply.” You all looked at each other with a smirk, rules never applied to you so why should it now? The response you got from him was there for a stern look, he meant business.

He continued: “and they are so basic even you four should be able to follow them. Rule number one, you are only allowed to bring one weapon. Rule number two, no killing, there will be plenty of time for that in the years to come. You are allowed to fight though, but that’s it! Rule number three, you are not allowed to leave.”

You could see Jungkook’s dramatic eye roll from where you were seated. “So they are just gonna lock us up?”

You sighed.

“You are allowed to leave the complex Jungkook, don’t be stupid” The boys laughed, and you did your best to hold back a chuckle. “You are just not allowed to leave New York unless you are given an assignment outside the city”

All that left his mouth was an almost silent grunt, as he turned around to join you all in the small circle in the middle of the room.

“So what now? Is it time for the party?” Hoseok said with hopeful eyes.

“Not quite yet, first it’s time for the gifts” You all looked confused at each other, no one had ever said anything about getting gifts at this thing.

“Dad, what? I mean thanks I guess, but really you shouldn’t have…” Jimin started the sentence but was quickly interrupted.

“I know I shouldn’t have. But you are my children, all of you” Jungkook moved his weight from one foot to the other as he stared down into the ground, blush silently creeping over his face.

He walked away from all of you, pulling a book from the massive bookcase in the room that opened up to the secret room that was your dads private and secret armory. He disappeared into the darkness and was back a few seconds later with a massive duffle back.

You all moved closer to peek into the bag, trying to see exactly what he was planning to surprise you with. The first thing he pulled out was a sniper rifle, or to be precise a M24. It was midnight black with golden tiger stripes clinging to the barrel. You turned your head as you looked at Hoseok, he loved that gun, and his eyes were sparkling as he slowly extended his hands out towards it.

“This is yours J-hope, you have always made me proud so don’t make me regret that I’ve officially given you your stripes now” Your father winked at him as he handed him the rifle. Hoseok was still in awe as he traced the golden stripes with his fingers. A small thank you escaped his mouth, as he walked away from the table, still looking at the rifle as a love crazed thirteen-year-old.

“Jungkook” The boy beside your father suddenly stood a little taller.

“I know you don’t use guns and that you prefer to fight with your hands. But there’s no way in hell I’m sending you to a school full of killers and liars without a weapon.” He pulled a knife out of the bag, golden handle and once again the stripes were to be found on this one as well. He took the handle and expected it in silence.

“For you son I have two things, and don’t worry, I’ve already talked to the school and because they are a set you are allowed to bring it with you”

Jimin smirked and his eyes narrowed as he looked at your father.

“You didn’t?!”

“Oh, but I did”

He pulled out a ‘Beretta 92FS’ with a matching silencer, again painted black in golden tiger stripes. One weapon but two parts so technically he wouldn’t break any of the rules the academy had set. Clearly there had to be a point with all these matching weapons. Your brother hugged your father tightly, making your heart flutter at the sweet moment they now shared before you would be gone for who knows how long.

“I’m so proud of you my son, I hope you know that” his hand rested on Jimin’s cheek, as he looked deep into his eyes.

“I know pops”

“Good… and last but not least!”

Instead of pulling your weapon from the bag, like he did with the others, he went back into the armory.  When he returned, he had a katana with him, but this wasn’t just any katana. It was tradition in the East-Asian mafias that the heir to the throne had one, it was a display of power, just as your ring and tattoo. It showed people you were the one in charge, and that you were the one they needed to fear, to respect. 

The holster was black, everything about this sword was as dark as your soul. Except for a small pendant that hung from the end of it. A solid gold tiger. You pulled it from its holster revealing the sharp blade. You swung it around just to get a feel of it, and it was perfectly balanced for your body.

“I have given you all weapons that link you to each other, weapons that show everyone you’ll meet where you belong. I know each and every one of you will make me proud in your own way, and I’m excited to see what this journey will bring for every one of you. Make more allies than enemies, be only cruel to those who deserve your wrath. Most of those you’ll meet are beneath you so don’t waste your time… But for now, go, you deserve this party, you deserve one last night of bad decisions before you go into the world as my representation”

You all nodded, straightening your backs, looking forward as if you were ready to fight the world in this moment. You all left your father behind in the office, and when the door was finally closed behind you a squeal of happiness and laughter erupted in the halls. Making the old man smile behind the once again closed doors.

[minieggukie]

jimin?? 😭😭😭

[minminyoonjii]

Stray Love Haven Day 18 : [Lee Minho/Lee Felix]

🔗https://archiveofourown.org/works/42120486

💗Series Masterlist

🌹CW Consensual Somnophilia|Drug Use|Rough Sex|Creampie|Multiple Orgasms|Messy Sex|Aftercare

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.3K

"Minho hyung?" Felix questioned, peeking his head into Minho's bedroom. Minho walked up behind Felix, towel wrapped around his waist "What is it Pixie?" he asked. Felix flinched, turning around "Hyung you scared me," he huffed, holding his chest. Minho chuckled, pushing open his room door, "I'm sorry, Lix," he said, running his fingers through his hair. "So, what do you need me for?” he asked, sitting cross-legged on the edge of his bed.

Felix coyly straddled Minho's lap, "Well, I have a proposition," he said, smiling. Minho raised an eyebrow, wrapping his arms around Felix's waist, "Is that so?" he asked. Felix nodded, brushing Minho's damp hair "I've been watching some of Sungie's hentai and I found something," he said, lazily hovering his arms over Minho's shoulders. Minho sighed, "You know what happens when both of you scroll through the tags on that page," he said, smacking Felix's ass with a sharp spank.

Felix whined, jutting his lips, "I know but hyung there's so many things to explore," he reasoned. Minho pinched the bridge of his nose, "The damage has been done," he sighed. "Be forward on what you want Lee Yongbok," he added, stroking Felix's cheek. Felix giggled, "Somno," he said, playfully biting Minho's thumb. Minho pressed his thumb on Felix's bottom teeth, making his jaw slack "I expected worse," he said, smirking.

Felix pulled Minho's hand away, "Oh hyung, I meant somnophilia with drug use," he beamed, smiling innocently despite the filth that rolled off his tongue. Minho's eyes widen, "Channie hyung is not going to approve of that," he said. Felix smirked, "Channie hyung said yes if it's with you," he retorted. Minho scoffed, furrowing his eyebrows, "Call him right now. As much as I love you pixie, I don't trust a single word you say when it comes to stuff like this," he said, pinching Felix's cheek.

Felix groaned, putting Chan on a video call, the phone rang "Hey, Pixie. What's up?" Chan asked. "Did you give Lix permission for somno with drug use?" Minho cut in, covering Felix's mouth. Chan's jaw dropped as he cleared his throat, "Well, if it's with you. I'm sure he's in good hands," he said, rubbing the back of his nape. Minho pressed his tongue against his inner cheek, "I'll do it but on one condition," he said, pulling his hand away.

"What is it?" Felix asked, tilting his head. Minho smirked, "You have to show your wings. That's your signal," he said. Felix gulped, "Can't I use a plush toy or perhaps another item?" he asked, batting his eyelashes. Minho shook his head, firm with his choice, "Nope, that's the only way," he said. Felix sulked, pondering over the condition "You're so mean, hyung," he pouted. Minho chuckled, "I'm being reasonable," he said, lightly flicking Felix's forehead.

Felix hissed, sighing "Fine," he complied. Minho smiled, kissing Felix's forehead "With that settled, I'll be waiting," he said, lifting Felix off his lap to get dressed. Felix grumbled, hanging up the call with Chan as he snuggled under Minho's sheets. Minho looked over his shoulder, chuckling "Aw, pixie. Don't be mad," he cooed, rubbing Felix's back. Felix huffed, curling up into the blankets "Meanie," he sulked. Minho wrapped his arms around Felix, pulling him towards his chest, "Brat," he whispered, nipping Felix's ear.

Nightfall came. Felix took a sip of his potions, one for slick production and another as a sleep inducer. He stretched, shivering as webs of thin crystal wings grew from his back. Felix rubbed his eyes, sleep slowly dawning over him. He wore Minho's oversized sweater with nothing beneath. Felix smirked, fluttering his wings, watching as the shimmer faded into a blur. He curled up, holding his pillow between his arms, drifting into a deep sleep.

Minho walked in, minutes after. He already knew the effects of Felix's potions and was assured that it was completely safe. He gulped, raking his gaze on Felix's vulnerable body. Plaint and innocent. "Stunning," he whispered, tracing Felix's wings. They fluttered, sensitive to any graze or touch. Minho chuckled, gently shifting Felix on his back. He lifted Felix's hips, sliding the pillow previously in his arms, under his ass.

A shiver of adrenaline rushed down Minho's spine when he stared down at Felix's bare cock "Fucking menace," he growled, gripping the bearings of his sanity. Minho traced his hands on Felix's inner thigh, drawing an unconscious whine from him. Minho halts his movement, watching Felix's every expression before kissing his thighs. He chuckled, watching Felix's cock twitch weakly against his abdomen, growing harder with each tease and foreplay.

Minho pressed three of his fingers from the get-go, feeling slick gush onto his palm, "So hot," he hissed, spreading Felix's pulsing walls. Felix mewled under his breath, wings thumping onto the bed like a bunny in heat. Minho bit his bottom lip, easing his pace as he watched Felix drift back into his slumber. He added another finger, slick making his ministrations easier. Minho grunted, cock throbbing behind his clothes.

He pulled out his fingers, reaching forwards to swipe his slicked fingers onto Felix's lips. Felix unconsciously smacked his lips, tasting his own slick on his tongue. Minho growled, head spinning with arousal, "Sweet boy," he whispered, stroking Felix's semi-hard cock. Felix squirmed but laid plaint for Minho to pump his cock. Beads of precum dripped past his slit, adding to the mess of fluids coating his skin.

Minho hissed, stripping off his clothes, "My sweet pixie," he growled, tilting his head back as he stroked his own cock to Felix's flushed cheeks. He groaned, hooking his arms under Felix's thighs, and pressed them close to his chest. Minho chuckled, drunk at the feeling of Felix's tight walls wrapping around his cock. He moaned, rolling his hips as he filled Felix to the hilt. Felix shuddered, slick producing more from the pleasure building in his abdomen.

Minho fucked his cock at a quick tempo, hips snapping against Felix's. "My filthy baby boy," he groaned, thrusting his cock mercilessly. Heat filled the room, fogging the mirrors. Minho growled, feeling Felix clench around his cock as he stirred awake. He pounded his hips erratically, chasing that familiar aching pleasure. Felix choked up a sob, eyes rolling back from the sheer force of Minho's cock fucking into his sopping hole.

Tears spilt down his cheeks as his body twitched. “Hyung" he wailed, screaming as he came undone. Cum tainted Minho's sweater white and sticky. Minho growled, clenching his jaw, veins on his neck protruding. Felix wrapped his legs around Minho's back, sobbing from overstimulation. Sounds of cries and smacking flesh echoed throughout the room. Minho arched his back, lips forming a silent groan as he came. Flooding Felix's loose rim with more fluids. His hips stuttered, slowly coming down from his high.

Felix sniffled, pulling Minho closer to his body, pressing his cock deeper into his hole. His hole spasmed and contracted, drawing another orgasm from him. Minho pulled Felix in for a kiss, tangling their tongues together. Felix giggled into the kiss, his body still quivering from the aftershocks of his orgasms. "You feeling alright, pixie?" Minho rasped, stroking Felix's tear-stained cheeks.

Felix nodded, giving out a deep purring sound "I'm feeling great," he slurred, smiling. Minho chuckled, "I didn't go too rough did I?" he asked, holding Felix's hand. Felix shook his head, "No, I love feeling every inch of you buried in me, hyung," he said, kissing Minho's palm. Minho blushed, scoffing "That filthy mouth of yours is horrible," he muttered, burying his face in the crook of Felix's neck.

Felix chuckled, rubbing Minho's back, "I know," he said, sighing contently at the pleasant stretch of Minho's cock spreading his hole. "Are we going to get cleaned?" Minho asked, yawning. Felix shook his head, holding Minho closer, "We can clean up in the morning," he said, conjuring up a blanket to cover the both of them. Minho whined, "It's going to be crusty in the morning," he huffed. Felix chuckled, "If so, I'll just run you a bubble bath," he said, kissing Minho's cheek.

Minho closed his eyes, pressing his cheek on Felix's shoulder, "You better," he grumbled, falling asleep. Felix cooed, "Sweet dreams," he whispered, shutting his own eyes.

[chimchimmarie]

Damn the power this photo holds over me. Park Jimin what sorcery is this..🔥