#jimin and jungkook are siblings

[downbad4yoongi]

Between the Stacks

📚Taehyung x Jungkook 

📚Genre/AU: college, fluff, smut, angst, brother’s best friend

📚 Rating: R

📚Word Count: 3724

⚠️ Warning: smut, gay sex

📚A/N: Written for Sharon as a part of @bangtanwritershq New Year, New Love event.

📚Summary: Jungkook has always lived in the shadows of his brother’s shine. How will he handle it when his brother’s best friend finally pulls him into the light?

In the hushed sanctuary of the university library, Jungkook’s haven is a worn paperback, its pages whispering secrets only he can hear. The scent of aged paper and brewing chamomile cling to Jungkook like a second skin as he burrows deeper into the cavernous library. Sunlight, filtered through glass streaked with rivulets of soft rain, paints honey streaks across the worn spines of countless companions, each whispering tales of forgotten worlds and whispered dreams. His fingers, stained with ink from countless stolen moments of poetry, trace the worn spines, their rhythm a counterpoint to the distant thrum of campus life. Here, amongst the towering stacks, Jungkook is invisible, lost in worlds spun from his own imagination. 

His brother, Jimin, in contrast, appears to come from a different galaxy. A symphony of laughter and sunshine, he moves through life with a carefree vivaciousness. His smile, a thousand-watt supernova, draws moths to his flame, and Jungkook, forever in his shadow, watches with a mix of admiration and a pang of longing. 

Jungkook settles at a table in his favorite corner of the library. He eyes Jimin from over the spine of the book propped in front of him. His older brother is across the large room, surrounded by a group of friends who have done more chatting than studying in the last few hours they have been there. Glued to his side is his best friend, Taehyung. 

Taehyung is a hurricane that blew into their lives during Jimin’s first year at university; Jungkook was still a junior in high school. He is a whirlwind of laughter and tousled caramel hair, arriving on campus like a burst of summer on a winter day. His smile is a constellation unto itself, a playful wink that turns heads and sets hearts aflutter. With his easy charm and infectious energy, Taehyung is a supernova in his own right, blazing brighter than even Jimin sometimes.

Jungkook rarely crosses paths with Taehyung. Jungkook is content in his solitude and watches from afar as Taehyung becomes the center of every circle. Yet, beneath the surface, a different tune hums. It can be heard in the stolen glances across crowded rooms, in the way Jungkook’s pulse quickens at the sound of Taehyung’s booming laughter, but especially in how the older man’s gaze strays to Jungkook’s corner of the library.  

In Taehyung’s eyes, Jungkook sees a hint of curiosity, a gentle understanding that pierces his usual invisibility. For Taehyung, Jungkook is more than just Jimin’s brother; he is a quiet enigma, a universe waiting to be explored. Shyness, like a barbed-wire fence, keeps Jungkook at bay, and Taehyung’s loyalty to Jimin, a thick fog, obscures the path towards anything more. They are two planets orbiting the same sun, forever drawn, forever out of reach, their unspoken verses waiting to be sung, their hidden melodies yearning to be heard. 

Suddenly, Taehyung’s eyes meet his across the room. Time seems to stutter, the air crackling with unspoken words. A beat of silence stretches, then Taehyung, with a mischievous glint in his eye, winks. Jungkook feels his cheeks flush, the heat spreading through him like wildfire. He ducks behind his book, the worn pages suddenly a flimsy shield against the supernova across the room. 

Jungkook’s heart hammers against his ribs. What could that wink mean? The wink, innocent on the surface, feels like a detonation in his quiet world. He peeks over the rim of his book, a sliver of Taehyung visible at the edge of his vision. The mischievous glint has softened, replaced by a hint of uncertainty, a mirror of Jungkook’s own turmoil. Torn between yearning and hesitation, Jungkook’s fingers tremble on the page. 

Taehyung watches Jungkook from across the large space,  longing to unravel the enigma that is Jungkook. He wants to break through his shyness and explore uncharted territory. But his loyalty to Jimin looms, a constant reminder of the line he shouldn’t cross. 

In the midst of this emotional turmoil, a giggle from beside Taehyung startles him. He turns his attention to Jimin, who seems blissfully unaware of the complex dynamics playing out around him. Jimin’s laughter rings through the air, momentarily dispelling the tension. Taehyung shares a quick glance with Jungkook, both silently acknowledging the struggle within themselves. 

The two of them settle back into their respective corners of the library. Jungkook buries himself into his books, getting lost in worlds far away. Taehyung settles back in next to Jimin, joining in on his friends’ fun.

As the hours pass, the library grows quieter, and the soft glow of study lamps casts a warm ambiance in the dimming space. Jungkook, engrossed in his books, loses track of time. When he finally looks up, he’s surprised to find the library empty. The hushed whispers have faded, and many tables around him are now vacant. 

Realizing the lateness of the hour, Jungkook gathers his belongings, preparing to leave. However, as he approaches the exit, he finds the doors sealed shut. Panic flickers in his eyes as he realizes he has inadvertently been locked inside the library.

The storm outside has intensified, and rain pelts against the windows, accompanied by occasional flashes of lightning that illuminate the darkened sky. Thunder rumbles in the distance, echoing the turmoil within Jungkook. 

With a sigh, he decides to explore the library, hoping to find a way to contact someone to unlock the doors. As he wanders through the aisles, the sound of footsteps catches his attention. Turning a corner, he stumbles upon Taehyung, who wears a surprised expression upon seeing Jungkook.

“Taehyung, you’re here, too?” Jungkook asks a mixture of relief and surprise in his voice. 

Taehyung nods, looking equally bewildered. “Yeah, I stayed behind after my friends left, and I guess I lost track of time. Now it seems we’re both locked in.”

The irony of their situation isn’t lost on them. Together, they attempt to find a solution, checking windows and trying to reach someone through their phones, but the signal in the library is weak, and the windows are firmly shut.

As they navigate the deserted aisles, the distant rumble of thunder grows closer. The storm outside grows even stronger, creating an atmospheric backdrop to the unexpected solitude they find themselves in. The flickering lights within the library and the echoing thunder outside create an eerie yet strangely intimate atmosphere. 

Jungkook and Taehyung share a glance, a silent acknowledgment of the peculiar circumstances that have brought them together. With no immediate solution in sight, they decide to make the best of the situation. They find a cozy corner, surrounded by shelves of books with the occasional flashes of lightning and the comforting sound of rain tapping on the windows.

Once in the corner, both men kick off their shoes to get comfortable. Taehyung snags the dusty armchair nearest the window, its faded crimson velvet whispering secrets of forgotten readers. Jungkook settles on the floor, leaning against an adjacent bookcase. The scent of aged paper and leather dances in the air, punctuated by the earthy tang of rain seeping in through the leaky windows.

Jungkook shivers, drawing his knees closer to his chest. The old library, usually a haven of warmth and knowledge, feels eerily cold tonight. The storm outside rages, each crack of thunder vibrating through the building. Taehyung, ever the optimist, nudges him with the tip of his foot.

“Think of it as an adventure, Kookie,” he grins, his eyes twinkling despite the dim light. “A secret library party just for us, with the best soundtrack ever.”

Jungkook chuckles, a bubble of warmth breaking through the chill. “Yeah, a party with ghosts and leaky roofs.”

Taehyung snorts. “Ghosts are only scary in cheesy movies. And as for the roof, it’s just adding to the ambiance, like a giant rain drum.” He rummages through his bag, pulling out a worn deck of cards. “Wanna play some poker?”

Jungkook hesitates. Card games aren’t exactly his forte. “Uh– I don’t have any money on me to bet.”

Taehyung smirks.”Why don’t we use something else to bet?” He makes a show of looking around, thinking hard. “Why not bet our clothes?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, swallowing audibly. “S-sure,” he stutters, cheeks flushing a deep pink.

As Taehyung shuffles the cards, the silence settles again, punctuated by the rhythmic drumming of the rain. Jungkook finds himself studying Taehyung, the older man’s easy confidence a stark contrast to his own nervousness. 

“Hey,” Taehyung says softly, his gaze meeting Jungkook’s. “You okay?”

Jungkook blinks, surprised. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just…never been stuck in a library during a storm before.”

Taehyung chuckles, “Neither have I. But hey, at least we’re together, right?”

Jungkook’s smile widens and he nods. The game starts awkwardly, with Taehyung dealing the cards out face down.  Jungkook worries at his lip and bets his socks to start off with, and Taehyung follows suit.

Jungkook takes a look at his cards; Jimin taught him how to play poker when he was younger, back in high school, when they would gamble their allowances. So, he tries to recall his memories from that as he looks at his hand: three Queens, a seven, and a six.

Taehyung snorts, eyeing Jungkook. “You know your poker face needs work.”

Jungkook laughs nervously, “No, I just haven’t played in years. The last time I played this was when Jimin was still living at home.”

Taehyung tries to mask his delight, feeling over-confident that he is going to wipe the floor with Jungkook. He watches the younger man, surprised when he decides to stay. Taehyung harrumphs cockily and raises Jungkook his cardigan. Jungkook's wide bambi eyes watch him innocently but sees Taehyung’s cardigan with his own jacket. 

Taehyung sits up straighter and proudly lays out his hand: two Jacks, two nines, and a two. Jungkook cocks his head, blinking slowly before laying out his own three-of-a-kind.

Taehyung’s jaw drops the silence echoing around them before being split by the sound of Jungkook’s giggle.

“You played me,” Taehyung bluntly states.

Jungkook gasps, hand to his chest. “Moi?”

Taehyung shoots him an accusatory look as he strips off his cardigan and pulls his socks off. “Yeah, you acted like you had a bad hand.”

Jungkook shakes his head. “No, you perceived that I had a bad hand by misinterpreting my reactions.”

Taehyung guffaws, “That’s the same thing!”

“Hmm, no, they’re different.” Jungkook gathers the forfeited clothes and sets them in a pile next to him.

“Semantics.” Taehyung scoffs and shoves the cards at Jungkook for him to deal.

The game continues, the two trading quippy barbs and silly jokes as the hours pass. Soon, they are sitting in the dim lighting, Taehyung in his boxers and just an undershirt, while Jungkook is shirtless and in just his boxer briefs. 

Suddenly, a deafening boom of thunder shakes the building, and a loud crack is heard from outside the window nearby; a large branch of the tree outside crashes to the ground.  Jungkook yelps, sending cards flying as he dives for cover under a nearby table. Taehyung stands, peering around in the dim lighting, and sees what caused the massive noise.

Taehyung calms his racing heart and moves over to the cowering younger man. “Kookie, it was just a branch breaking outside.” He offers his hand, urging him out of his hiding space. “Come on out.”

Jungkook laughs nervously, clutching at the other man’s hand, letting Taehyung pull him out from his improvised shelter. Jungkook stands, leaving inches between the two of them. Taehyung can’t help letting his eyes wander, taking in the large expanse of bare skin on display so close to him. Jungkook is in no better state. His eyes wander over the dark tan legs of his brother’s best friend, his imagination running wild.

Jungkook’s breath hitches as Taehyung’s free hand grazes his chest—the calloused pad of his thumb skims along a prominent rib. The touch lingers, sending a jolt of something electric through him that has nothing to do with the thunderstorm. He lifts his gaze, meeting Taehyung’s eyes, locked in a silent debate that crackles with unspoken desire.

The air around them seems to thicken, with the tang of ozone and something sweeter, more primal. Taehyung’s eyes, usually bright and playful, are smoldering now, a dark intensity that mirrors the anxiety brewing within Jungkook.

“Taehyung,” Jungkook whispers, his voice rough with nerves and something else, something he can’t quite name.

Taehyung responds with a low groan, his voice like the rumble of thunder, and leans in, the space between them shrinking to a hair’s breadth. Jungkook can feel the heat radiating from his body and smell the musky scent of sandalwood sweat—his heart hammers against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat accompanying the storm’s rhythm.

Jungkook’s lips part in a gasp as Taehyung’s breath mingles with his own, warm and humid like the air before a downpour. He can taste the faint salt of adrenaline, the sweetness of Taeyung’s cologne, and something deeper, something primal, that echoes the wild pounding in his chest.

Taehyung's thumb traces a lazy arc across Jungkook’s ribcage, each graze sending a shiver down his spine. His other hand, the one that lingers on the table, finds its way to Jungkook’s hip, pulling him closer, impossibly closer until their bodies are flush, skin burning against skin.

“Kookie,” Taehyung murmurs, his voice a smoky whisper against Jungkook’s ear. “You’re trembling.”

The accusation is both a taunt and a confession. Jungkook knows he isn’t the only one shaken. He can feel Taehyung’s heartbeat thrumming against his palm, a frantic counterpoint to his own.

“It’s the storm,” Jungkook chokes out, the lie tasting bitter on his tongue.

Taehyung laughs a low, breathy sound that sends shivers down Jungkook’s spine. “Thunder doesn’t make your eyes dilate like galaxies, Kookie.”

His fingers dip under the waistband of Jungkook’s boxer briefs, the rough fabric a stark contrast against the smoothness of his skin. They trace the lines of his hip bone, sending goosebumps dancing across his flesh. Jungkook leans into the touch, a moan escaping his lips as Taehyung brushes his knuckles lower. 

The space between them is a charged void, crackling with unspoken need. Jungkook meets Taehyung’s gaze, his voice barely a wiper. “Do you…” he begins, the words failing him.

Taehyung’s eyes flicker with understanding. He brushes a stray strand of hair from Jungkook’s forehead, his thumb lingering against the soft skin. “Do I want you, Kookie?” he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. “Always have.”

With a sudden boldness, Jungkook closes the remaining distance, pressing his lips against Taehyung’s in a hesitant kiss. It is a spark, a tentative flame igniting in the storm. Taehyung responds with a groan, deepening the kiss, his lips hot and demanding against Jungkook’s.

Their tongues tangle, a desperate exploration of unchartered territory. Jungkook tastes rain, adrenaline, and a sweetness that is uniquely Taehyung. His hands fumble with the hem of Taehyung’s shirt, a desperate need to feel more, to touch every inch of him.

Taehyung mirrors his urgency, pulling Jungkook closer, his hands roaming up and over his back, tracing the curves of his spine. They stumble back, colliding with a bookshelf, sending a shower of leather-bound volumes scattering across the floor.

Laughter mingles with gasps as they further entangle themselves. The laughter dies down quickly and is replaced by a smoldering silence. Taehyung’s hands trail across Jungkook’s skin, brushing delicate touchpoints. Jungkook shivers, a delicious mix of anticipation and fear coursing through him. 

Taehyung’s eyes, dark and intense under the dim light, hold Jungkook captive. He leans in slowly, his lips hovering just a breath away from Jungkook’s ear.

“Let’s make this storm unforgettable,” he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly.

Jungkook’s heart stutters in his chest. Taehyung’s words hang heavy in the air, a promise of something wild and exhilarating that he can’t seem to deny. 

He nods, a silent agreement, and Taehyung’s lips meet his in a kiss that is both fierce and tender. Jungkook’s hands find their way into Taehyung’s hair, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. Their bodies tangle together as they makeout against the hard shelves of the bookcase. 

Time seems suspended as they strip each other of their remaining clothing items. Their mouths exchange heated exhales as they press tightly together, not leaving a modicum of space between them. Jungkook’s fingers press fervently into the deep caramel skin of Taehyung’s back. Their hips rut forward together, their lengths stroking against each other. 

A whine is pulled from the younger man’s throat, his head thrown back as he clings to the other. Taehyung gives a squeeze to his hips. “Give me one second.”

Taehyung dashes away, crouching next to his bag as he digs frantically through it. It’s only seconds, but feels like minutes before he returns triumphant, a travel-sized bottle of lube in his grip.

Jungkook eyes him warily. “Should I be concerned that you carry that around with you?”

Taehyung huffs, “Stop looking gift horses in the mouth, Kookie.” With a hand on the younger’s hip, he spins the man around. He can’t stifle the groan as he takes in the firm roundness of Jungkook’s tight ass.

His hands run over the smooth expanse, freely fondling the bounty in front of him until Jungkook whines at him and bucks his hips needily. Taehyung quickly uncaps the lube and coats two fingers. He warms the cool liquid before tracing the tight, puckered hole of the man in front of him. 

As Jungkook fights off the shiver that runs up his spine, he feels Taehyung’s long, tapered finger press inside. His head falls forward, his forehead thunking against the thick wooden shelf in front of him. He groans loudly at the delicious stretch as Taehyung works further inside.

Too soon, Jungkook is clinging desperately to the shelves as he nearly comes undone on Taehyung’s slender fingers. Taehyung presses sloppy, open-mouth kisses along Jungkook’s spine as he works him open. 

He curls three of his fingers inside the tight confines, and Jungkook cries out, begging for mercy. Taehyung chuckles low in his throat, enjoying taking the younger man apart.”You ready for me, baby?” Taehyung rasps.

“Yes! God, yes. Please, Tae!” Jungkook eagerly begs for relief.

With a slap to one of his firm cheeks, Taehyug withdraws his fingers, leaving Jungkook’s hole desperately clenching around nothing. Drawing his lip between his teeth, Taehyung quickly coats his length before replacing his fingers with his cock.

Both men moan loudly, the sound echoing off the thick tomes around them as Taehyung presses his hips forward and works deeper inside the other man. He doesn’t stop until his pelvis is pressed firmly to the round globes of Jungkook’s ass. Pausing, Taehyung works to catch his breath, trying not to lose his mind over the strangling grasp of the tight hole wrapped around him.

Clearing his throat, he asks, “Ready?”

Uncharacteristically, Jungkook demands, “Fucking move, Tae.” Punctuating the terse demand with a bucking of his hips back against Taehyung.

Taehyung’s lips part in a snarl as he grips the younger man’s hips and withdraws until only his tip remains before snapping his hips forward. He sets a hard rhythm, hips slapping fast and punishing against Jungkook’s ass. 

Jungkook does all he can to cling to the shelves in front of him as he is taken apart by Taehyung. His own cock repeatedly slaps against his bare abs, dripping a steady line of precum. It’s not long before Jungkook cries out, declaring he is close.

Taehyung’s fingers tighten on Jungkook’s hips as he drills even harder. Each thrust nailing that concentrated spot of nerves deep inside Jungkook. The younger screws his eyes shut, mouth dropping open as endless moans are fucked out of him relentlessly. 

It’s not long before Jungkook stiffens beneath Taehyung, and cries out as he releases all of the pent-up tension that had been building up between the two of them. Waves of pleasure rack through his body as Taehyung continues to thrust in and out of his clenching hole. 

Jungkook feels the bite of Taehyung’s nails as his hips stutter, losing their rhythm. With a few last thrusts, Taehyung’s hips still, and he can feel the thick cock pulsing deep inside of him. Taehyung slumps forward, barely catching himself by gripping the shelf above the one Jungkook is clinging to.

Both of their legs are trembling as Taehyung pulls out, a hiss echoing from both of their chests. Simultaneously, they seem to give in to the need to collapse and land in a heap, propped up against the hard shelves behind them. 

The echoes of their shared storm settle, leaving a peaceful hush in its wake. Their hearts, still humming in a shared rhythm, thrum against each other like a secret counterpoint to the rain’s gentle drumming. Moonlight filters through rain-washed windows, casting their bodies in silvery constellations, a testament to the intimacy they carved into the night.

Fingers intertwined, they trace lazy patterns on each other’s skin, the language of touch speaking volumes where words wouldn’t dare. Even in the quiet, the weight of their secret hangs heavy, a silent knowledge that their lives will forever be marked by this night. The library, once a have of dusty tomes and whispered knowledge, has become a silent witness to a new story blossoming in its heart.

Jungkook, eyes tracing the rain’s descent down the windowpane, feels a tremor of uncertainty. The path ahead, once familiar, now stretches before him like an unchartered map, filled with thrilling promises of possibility and chilling whispers of doubt. Will this survive the harsh light of day?

Taehyung, his gaze mirroring Jungkook’s introspection, squeezes his hand gently. In that silent gesture, a world of unspoken promises unfolds. Whatever comes next, they will face it together, navigating the unchartered waters of their new reality with the compass of their shared truth. 

As the first blush of dawn kisses the horizon, casting the library in a soft, golden light, they know they have crossed a threshold. The storm outside has subsided, leaving behind a world that’s washed clean, ready to be painted with the colors of their new story. And in that shared sunrise, they find a glimmer of hope, a promise that what was born in the heart of the storm might just be their guiding light.

[thatgoddamngingerundercut]

[chevelleneech]

I haven’t watched the episodes yet, but I asked my friend (who has absolutely zero knowledge of BTS or kpop, I’m talking literally does not even listen to pop music. She’s a lesbian from the deep South who only likes rap music.) what she would do if her girlfriend went on a trip with her friend, and she saw them like this:

She said, “Well, first off Imma cry.”

I laughed, and she said, “You really think that shit funny.”

To which I said, “I do, because they [JM and JK] said they’re just best friends.”

She looked at me like I was stupid and said, “Yeah, okay.” then rolled her eyes.

Then I showed her this picture:

And her eyes got real wide, and she said, “Yeah, Imma be heartbroken, because why would she do that to me.”

Conclusion, my lesbian friend who has not a single clue who Jimin and Jungkook are, assumed they were a couple. And her immediate reaction to the idea of her girlfriend acting this way with her best friend, led to an assumption of cheating.

So I’m not saying Jimin and JK are dating, but together, they look like what they look like. Which is far more intimate than average best friends.

[voitier]

Blame Morpheus for your sins - 02

𝒾𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽... you and jungkook had been attached by the hip since you were little toddlers learning how to live in your own bodies, which led you two to spend most (if not all) of your life together. one weird dream makes your whole view about your best friend change. how will you live with that?

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈... [mini-series!] friends to lovers, college au, jungkook is whipped for reader but she's oblivious to it all, descriptions of wet dreams, second-hand embarrassment, learning how to deal with new found feelings, sex and all the good stuff, HEA.

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔... (18+) description of period pain and discomfort, mentions of medicine, unprotected sex, second hand embarrassment, explicit language, sexual tension, wet dreams.

▸ 𝓔𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 ��𝔂 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓰𝓮

▸ 𝔀.𝓬. : 2.5𝓴

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There were some days that tired you out more than others for various reasons, but your number one excuse was that you were on your period. Hormones, stress, body working overtime, all reasonable causes for your discomfort, right? Then, on top of that, add your classmate and friend, Jimin, whom you absolutely loved but he was so, so hyperactive and chatty all the time which normally wouldn’t bother you, but today was not the day. At all. So it was no surprise when at the end of the second lecture you gathered your things and bolted out of the class, telling Jimin that you needed to go back home cause your period was killing you - which, by the way, wasn’t even a lie - and headed straight for home. Well, technically, not your own home. 

Your feet dragged you around campus until you reached the dorms almost as if they got their own mind, knowing exactly what you needed. You fished around your bag in search of the spare key Jungkook had gotten you when he moved in, muttering a curse word when you really couldn’t seem to find them. Once your finger touched the cold metal you pulled them out immediately, jamming the key in the lock and twisting the knob. Upon entering, you let your body slump against the closed door, groaning as you felt the heaviness of the day weighting on you. Your bag slowly slid from your shoulders, falling to the ground with a soft thump. 

Jungkook’s kind voice reached your ears from the desk in the corner of the room. “Petal, could you bring me the can that’s in the fridge?”

Petal. Petal was the nickname he had saddled you with when you were nine years old, and you used to doodle flowers and petals and leaves everywhere, even on top of his homeworks. He absolutely hated it, especially when you turned his little “essays” - if two rows of words about his dog can be called an essay - into your favorite canvas, giving the black and white paper a tinge of color with your best imitation of nature. What was that saying? Oh, right, “art imitates nature”. Also, it is known that every artist has a little bit of insanity, a little bit of being annoying in them, so were you really to be blamed? You were just… experimenting. Yeah, that’s what it was. Totally. It wasn’t to prove a point to that Rylee girl that Jungkook was your best friend and yours only, absolutely not. Truth to be told, you were a jealous girl growing up. You didn’t want anyone near your pens, your toys, your books, you didn’t want anyone near what was yours, Jungkook included. Part of the reason was probably because as an older sister you always had to share everything with your sibling, never truly feeling like something was a hundred percent yours even when it meant so much to you, and your possessiveness slowly creeped from inanimate things to people. Now, years later, you can affirm that the jealousy went down a notch, not having any problems with sharing things anymore; and as for Jungkook… Well, he wasn’t of your property, right? So, nothing to be jealous about. 

You sighed, dragging your feet to the ground as you walked towards the mini fridge, pulling out the can of an energy drink before leaving it on his desk, groaning again for dramatic effect. You sat back on his bed, right next to the desk, immediately hugging your Hello Kitty plushie to your chest. You watched as he opened his can, gulping at least half of the drink down in one shot, his eyes never leaving the computer screen once. The blue light of the videogame he was playing highlighted his dark circles under his eyes, a clear telltale that he had been at it for hours with little or no sleep at all. A quick glance at what he was wearing, pajama pants and a white tee, was an easy confirmation that he hadn’t even showered yet. 

“Shouldn’t you be studying?” you asked, slouching your back against the wall. With a quick flick of his wrist he pulled one headphone to the side, giving you a quick glance up and down before biting back with “Shouldn’t you be at lecture?”. “Touché,” you sighed tiredly, adjusting your position on his bed so you could lay more comfortably. Your limbs ached in discomfort, and no amount of adjusting seemed to do the trick for you. You buried your head in his pillow, praying whatever god might exist out there to pull you out of your misery. “I have some tablets if you want,” he offered calmly, his voice a soothing balm to your mind. “‘s alright,” you mumbled, folding your legs up to your chest, “just need to rest and I'll be fine”. 

Slowly, the pain in your body tired you out of all your energies, helping you fall asleep quickly while Jungkook kept playing by your side, stealing quick glances your way every now and then to check on you. At one point or another he got up, finally turning off his game as he stretched his body that almost went numb, placing his headphones back in their place carefully. He ran his hand through his hair, pushing his glasses up as he sat by you on the bed, watching with unease as your body looked tense even while sleeping. He sighed, figuring that there wasn’t much he could do; still he tried to do something, laying behind you and wrapping his arm around your body, hoping that the warmth of his hand and body could help you relax at least a little. 

He loved little moments like this, moments where he could hold you and admire you and be true to himself without the fear of being too obvious and accidentally pushing you away. The soft scent of your vanilla shampoo hit his nose, and he dipped his nose in your hair to inhale more of it, almost feeling intoxicated. He couldn’t help but notice that you had started leathering your body in the same vanilla scented lotion you had gotten not too long ago, and, as if hypnotized, his nose traced the path between your nape and your neck, resisting the urge to cover your skin in kisses the more he went south. 

“Fuck,” he whispered, a tinge of desperation in his voice. He needed to touch you, he needed to taste you, most importantly he needed you, now. He reached for the neck of his shirt, stretching it briefly to cool off, his skin seemingly on fire. He knew that he had never gotten this worked up around you, that this was new territory and it was dangerous, but he just couldn’t pull back, at least not when he was hyper aware of your ass pushing into his aching cock, almost in a mocking way. Then, the worst thing that could happen happened: with a little stir and a moan your body squirmed back, this time pressing firmly on his boner, blissfully unaware of the inner turmoil of your best friend.

A stifled moan escaped Jungkook’s bruised lips, his patience finally snapping. He grabbed your shoulder soft but firm, shaking you awake while he hovered his body over yours. “Petal, please…” he had begged as soon as your eyes had peeked open, covering your neck and collarbones in kisses. 

“What’s… what’s going on, Kook?” you groggily asked, rubbing your eyes as you tried to understand what you were woken up to. Jungkook groaned, grabbing your hips before pushing his boner onto you, letting you feel how pent up he was. “I’m sorry, I… just this once, please,” he begged, desperately rutting his hips into you. And how could you say no to him when he was so clearly worked up he couldn’t even think straight? 

You grabbed a fistful of hair at his nape, gently tugging him towards your face as you locked your lips in a heated kiss, letting your hands explore each other’s bodies with no shame or restraint. A broken moan slipped from his lips and…

Oh. 

Oh. 

That definitely did something to you, a swarm of butterflies breaking free in your stomach while the proof of your arousal pooled in your panties. Wait, weren’t you on your period just now? Jungkook’s hand snaked around your throat, squeezing gently until you whimpered from the lack of oxygen and lust. You closed your eyes, somehow managing to shut your mind completely and relishing in the comfortable warm and fuzzy feeling, knowing that the man on top of you would take care of you no matter what. 

“Do you want me to stretch you out first?” he asked, his voice a low murmur while he undid your pants and pulled them down, freeing your neck from the firm grasp he had it in before. Cool air filled your lungs again, and you took a big breath in while shaking your head no. “Need you now,” you timidly admitted, working with Jungkook to free him from the constriction of his clothes until you were both naked. 

He pulled back once your last piece of clothing, your bra, was on the ground with all the others, his eyes traveling up and down your body in a mix of admiration and arousal. “Fuck, petal, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, letting his warm hand stroke your sensitive skin, goosebumps rising all over as he cupped your breast and toyed with your nipple. You whined impatiently, lifting your hips to meet his in a desperate attempt to catch his attention and make him do something, anything, to soothe your ache. 

Jungkook chuckled, rubbing the tip of his cock against your clit teasingly. “Getting impatient, aren’t we?” you whined in response, another broken “please” escaping your lips as tears of frustration welled in your eyes. “I know, petal, I know,” he cooed, cupping your cheek in his hand, enjoying the way you seemed to melt in his touch. “Gonna make you feel good really soon,” he murmured, slowly easing his length inside your welcoming walls. You gasped at the delicious burn, his cock stretching you so he could fit in snugly. He moaned as pleasure washed over his senses, clouding his mind in the best way possible. He brought you in for a kiss, rocking his hips back and forth slowly while swallowing your sounds, each moan pulled out of you going straight to his already rock-hard cock. Slow, deep thrusts became fast un uncoordinated snaps of his hips as he chased his high hurriedly. You observed as a drop of sweat fell from his temple to your hair, his eyes hooded as pleasure surged in his veins.

“I… fuck, petal, I love- petal? Petal!” 

You opened your eyes suddenly, your chest heaving up and down. You took in the scene before you: Jungkook, still sitting on his gaming chair with his headphones on his fluffy hair, shaking you by your shoulder gently. “You fucking scared me to death. Are you ok?”

You rubbed your eyes, humming a confused “hm?”, groaning in annoyance as you peeled off your clothes sticking to your sweaty body like a second layer of skin. “What are you talking about?” you groggily asked, slowly sitting up on the bed, taking in the deep red marks on your arms and hands. Oh yeah, you slept good. 

“I’ve been trying to wake you up for the past five minutes, you were fucking hyperventilating in your sleep, I thought you were having a whole heart attack,” he rambled nervously, slumping back down in his chair once he realised that you were, in fact, well and alive. Still. You groaned, trying to wear off the tiredness that weighed on your limbs, burying your head in your hands. Suddenly, a flash of your dream came crashing down on you. “Petal, please…” had begged the man in front of you in your dream, but now here he was, blissfully unaware of everything. Your cheeks flushed a crimson red shade as the realisation of what you dreamed settled in, your whole body tensing in fear that he could detect anything if you even dared to move a muscle. 

You couldn’t help but turn to look at your best friend. Did he look…different? Or was the dream messing with your head? You couldn’t help but take notice of little things you had never paid attention to before, like the way his slender fingers moved skillfully around the keyboard, pressing the right keys every time. The memory of his gentle grasp around your neck lingered on your skin, the ghost of something that never happened. You exhaled slowly, peeling your eyes from his hands just to land on his body, mouth watering at his relaxed and confident demeanor, his body lax against the padded chair, his legs spread apart just enough to be extremely attractive but not vulgar or annoying. He adjusted his position, not noticing his pants dropping slightly on his hip bones to reveal the white waistband of his underwear, the color of the fabric contrasting pleasantly his honey colored skin. You wondered how it would feel to run your fingertips right under his waistband, teasing him until- no, stop it. He was your best friend, for fuck’s sake.

“What are you staring at?” Jungkook’s question pulled you out of your train of thoughts, making you gasp softly as it startled you. “I’m not staring,” you immediately answered, planning to lie till you made it out. You couldn’t help but notice that he hadn’t even needed to look your way to know that you were staring, and for some reason this realization turned you on more than you would have liked to admit. 

Jungkook glanced confused at you for a second, asking “why are you acting so weird?” while clicking angrily the keys of the keyboard as the game lagged. You sighed, plopping down on the bed again, covering your rosy cheeks with a pillow. Bad, bad move. In the desperate effort of covering up your frustration, you didn’t think that Jungkook’s pillow would smell exactly like him, and your breath stuck in your throat once the smell entered your nostrils, filling your whole system. “Sorry, had a weird dream and I still feel off,” you mumbled, your voice muffled by the plush pillow. You hoped he didn’t catch on the way you clutched the pillow harder, pushing it into your face more. 

Jungkook scoffed, shaking his head, “blame Morpheus, then.” The smartass always knew how to use his knowledge, and he hinted at it every now and then. “Yeah… yeah, I guess I should,” you mumbled, fingers itching to take the matter into your own hand and end your misery. 

Silence fell again in the room, until Jungkook decided that he had enough for the day, turned off his computer, stretched and got up, throwing a quick “going to shower,” in your way before disappearing behind the bathroom door.

What you didn’t know, and he wouldn’t dare to say, was that Jungkook had to get out of there before he went insane, in his mind an image instilled wouldn’t give him peace: you, whimpering softly in your sleep, and a word falling from your lips in a soft moan every once in a while:

“Jungkook.”

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holiday (3tan special) | myg

title: holiday  pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f)  series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends | dalo | like that | anytime | sundress season | yoongi’s interlude | forfeit | flutter | video call | busted | broken (pt. 1) | broken (pt. 2) | lollipop rating/genre: pg (18+) ; fluff ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au, holiday au summary: from what you can gather, holiday gift exchanges are supposed to be pretty straightforward. but this one quickly escalates. because no one can follow directions. note: this is all thanks to the person that suggested a 3tan crew secret santa! they don’t do actual secret santa, but they do host a gift exchange. so enjoy this speedily but still tenderly written holiday special! i wanted to get it posted asap so that we could all have it during the holiday season. hope it helps lifting spirits in any way<3  warnings: yoongi looks like sin, but reader does too🤭, kissing, no one follows directions, but especially jimin, hella kissing, no fr jimin is chaos incarnate, sibling holiday woes, tense situations, tender moments, gift exchanges, dialogue heavy i’m so sorry, also not too edited i'm sorry again sdfkljdskl. reader is adorable y'all i wanna cry, 3tan crew being wholesome af drop date: december 27th, 2024, 8:37pm est word count: 8.1k bc i love y’all???

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“Wait… I’m in this, too?” 

Your brother winces while checking his phone, probably also seeing the texts that Jimin sent to a freshly created group chat. “Tae and Chim roped us in this time. But it’s cool if you don’t wanna.” 

As you both don work attire in your foyer, you shake your head, one hand firm on your bag strap, “I don’t even know how they work.”

“I think we random draw names. Then just give a gift to whoever we get.” 

Seeing the names and numbers in here, you’re already running through a lot of possibilities. Maybe too many possibilities. But you don’t wanna make things more complicated or awkward, so you quickly concede, “I mean.. I’m down if you are.”

“I guess it’s cool.”

Head lowered, you notice that your brother’s shoes are the ones you gave him for his birthday a couple years ago. Because those days are the only ones you both celebrate every passing run of three hundred and sixty-five. “At least we’re doing something this year.” 

He chuckles to his feet. “Two years in a row.” 

Your sad laugh tumbles and rolls next to his. “Wild.” 

“Hey.” When he pauses, it’s to wait for you to look up. “If you ever wanna talk about it, we can.” 

There are a lot of times in which you dismiss your brother. Because it’s just what siblings do. 

This time is not one of them. 

“Same,” you offer, the weight of the world dragging your smile down. 

He gives you a hug, and you feel the luxury press of his suit as you lean in with scrunched brows. 

Two years in a row. 

Maybe things do suck less with time. 

When you both head out the door to your cars, you wonder if your brother knows how much you appreciate him and his friends for including you in things. Even if you don’t show it as much as you need to. 

Guess this time of year is a good place to start. 

Work drags in the wake of oncoming holiday. 

But you’re learning to appreciate the decorations around the office, including the little cards that coworkers have given you at your desk—despite your many protests that they didn’t have to. 

When you look up, you start to notice other things. Like the way people smile just a little more. Or the way peppermint and cider waft around the building, smelling of sweet instead of spice. 

You wonder if Jungkook has decorated the studio, too. Or if he recruited everyone else to help with decorations, which means that Yoongi and the guys had to fuss with lights and whatever else people spend money on.  

Laughing to your many stacks of papers and documents, you start daydreaming of what it would be like to decorate the house.

Would you and your brother do it someday? You do admit that it’s kinda nice to look around the neighborhood. And when you went into the mountains last year, you concede that the surrounding town decor was pretty inviting. 

Maybe your house would be a little brighter on the inside too if you both just…

You get a notification on your phone. When the screen brightens, you see that it’s for the app that shuffles you all for the gift exchange. 

You have no fucking clue what you’re doing.

But here goes.

Opening and hoping you get someone that’s easy to please, you stare at your device and blink a few very hard times. 

And after every time, you still get a name that has your heart quickening faster than reindeer working overtime. It’s reindeer, right? You think that’s cor—

“You okay?” 

Snapping your head up, you notice that one of your coworkers stopped mid-stride to check on you. Staring at his candy cane tie, you try not to be distracted as you slightly cringe, 

“What do I get a guy for the holidays?”

“Friend or lover?” 

Well, that was not what you expected to hear! 

When your jaw unhinges, you’re quick to snap it back into place. “Umm.” 

“Oh, this is juicy,” he perks up, quickly settling into a nearby chair and resting a strong chin in his hand. “Tell me more, I got time.” 

Laughing, you shake your head while pretending to type on your computer. “Nothing to tell.” 

“That means you got a whole lot.” His eyes are way too shiny right now! “But alright, I’m gonna assume both. In which case, I suggest something nice.” 

“Something nice?” 

“You know, like. Nice nice.” 

“It’s for a gift exchange, though,” you slump, hands stopping on the keys. Looking at his whole holiday ensemble, you divulge, “The money limit’s definitely not enough for nice nice.” 

“Then fuck the limit?” 

Your answer is more of a sound than a word. 

But he does get you to consider, even if just for a little bit. “Maybe…” 

“Fuck the limit,” he advises again. “He’s gonna dig that. Especially since everyone will see it.”

Your face falls from the snowy sky. “Everyone?” 

“Uhh, yeah? You said gift exchange, right? Everyone sees what everyone gets.” 

“Oh. Right,” you pretend to agree to your computer. Because no, you actually didn’t know that. “Guess it’s been awhile.” 

“Well, that’s what makes it fun! Good luck.”  

While you would normally agree, you have a whole hoard of conflicting feelings. Because while seeing Yoongi’s name on your screen is enough to get you giddy as hell, you know there’s a couple people that may not share the same sentiments. Especially if you gift him something nice nice. 

In front of everybody.

However… 

As your striped and jingling coworker strides away with a hum, you drum your fingers on your minimally decorated desk. 

Maybe there is a way you can finess this. 

After a few weeks, the day has come for not just one exchange, but two—your friends also decided to have your own. Because it’s the easiest format, you convinced them with logic, seeing their shock at you being the one to suggest the exchange in the first place. 

When they asked if you were sure, you assured them that it was okay. And the way they all brightened told you that you made a sound decision. Even if they still seemed hesitant, you know it’s because… 

You’ve never done this. 

So as you observe everyone in your bare living room, you start to see how their presence alone illuminates the space, with gifts in shine and glitter painting the area in holiday colors. 

This is nice. 

“So… Uhh.” You clear your throat, watching everyone look at you at the head of your coffee table. “How do we do this?” 

They all laugh before Taehyung explains, “So one of us goes first and says who we got before giving the gift—you can sit, you know.” 

In the midst of more teasing, you settle onto the floor while exclaiming, “I’m nervous, okay! This is really new to me.” 

“You have a gift to give, right?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Then you’re already doing great,” Reia assures, and you’re even more excited to give yours away. Because you drew her name. 

But before you can say that, Taehyung continues, “So after someone gets their gift, they announce who they picked, and so on.” 

“Pretty straightforward,” you observe. “I wanna go first!” 

Dom cackles, “You just wanna get it out of the way.” 

“And?” you question, grinning when you shoot up and grab your very amateurishly wrapped bag. “Okay, okay, I got…”

“This is adorable,” Yuri cuts in, and everyone’s agreement makes you suddenly shy. 

“No! Don’t make fun.” 

“We aren’t!” Taehyung reaches out to rub your leg. “Promise. Who’d you get?” 

“I got… Reia!” You exclaim, raising your bag a bit as she yells with everyone. The sudden raise of noise gets you a little shocked, but hyped nonetheless. And maybe a bit nervous that your gift won’t live up to the excitement. “Sorry about the wrapping job.” 

“What are you talking about, this is so good,” Reia soothes, smiling wide as she delicately takes out the folded paper. “Wow, the wrapping is nice?” 

Dom chimes in as she leans in, “Yeah, this is too good. Did you watch videos?” 

“Uh huh.” 

Everyone laughs again as you keep your nose held high. Because sucky or not, you were not gonna half-ass your first ever gift exchange. With seasoned people, at that. No way. 

When Reia opens the gift you carefully picked while perusing through a local music store, you watch with the anticipation of a small child, eyes wide and waiting. Hoping that the best outcome is the real outcome. 

And when she quietly yells behind her hand, everyone cheers while asking what she got. When she turns the package around, they cheer even more, because it’s a guitar pick set in her favorite colors. And one that you knew was so, very much her. 

She stands up immediately and opens her arms for a hug, and you blink before getting lovingly crushed. 

“Thank you,” she whispers in your ear. “This is more than great.” 

“Of course, babe,” you murmur back, feeling her jean jacket under your palms and a beating in your chest. “Thank you, too.” 

The rest of the exchange goes off without a hitch, with you cheering with everyone and understanding the cues more and more. Everyone’s gifts are wonderful, and Yuri’s the last to go out of the five of you. 

And she got your name. 

You figured giving the gift would be the hardest part. 

But somehow, this part is a lot harder. 

Braving it anyway—because there’s ironically no time like the present—you carefully unwrap the thin package and stare at what’s inside. 

It’s a photocard. But the picture is of the five of you, one that Taehyung took with his long ass arms while the four of you huddled behind him with drinks in hand. Around its edges are stickers, hearts and stars and cute little animals. 

And it’s the most precious thing you’ve ever seen. 

You don’t even realize you’re crying until Yuri rushes over to ask if you don’t like it. 

“This is the best thing ever,” you choke out, and she smiles before laughing and tearing up, too. “I love us.” 

“We’re the best, duh.” 

“Got that right,” Dom adds to the air while Reia and Taehyung start cleaning up the wrapping scraps. “You like your first gift exchange?”

“I should’ve joined y’all sooner.” 

“Joined us?” Taehyung looks up from the ground. “What do you mean?” 

“Oh. I figured you guys do this every year.” 

Tae looks at Yuri, who then looks at you again before very seriously admitting, “We’ve never done this, either. Not with each other.” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah.” She taps the back of your now most precious, most coveted photocard ever. “We didn’t even think about it since you wouldn’t be there.” 

Smiling at your prized possession, you vow, 

“I’ll be here now.” 

Regarding all of them, you start to decorate your place in your mind. Seeing where all the lights go. Where all the little trinkets hang, or whatever. You don’t quite know how this goes just yet, but you do know there’s trees involved. So that’s gonna be figured out in a year’s time. 

“I’m not missing this again.” 

With bellies full of laughter and a little bit of cider, you and your friends head over to Jimin’s cul-de-sac. 

Dom took the wheel this time, so you get to stare out the passenger side window, eyes reflecting golds and colors as you take in the surrounding lights. 

Were they always this pretty? You don’t remember being so taken by electricity and staggering electric bills, especially the houses that go all out and cover every nook of their yard in lights. 

But it’s a spectacle on every corner and street, and Jimin’s little half circle of houses keeps the holiday illumination alive. 

“Uhh, I think we can park down there,” you point, noticing there’s some space a little bit beyond the street. It’s alarmingly next to where Yoongi had to park once, and you cherish that memory with stars in your eyes. 

“Everyone have their gifts?” 

“Tae, if anyone lost theirs on the way here, we have other issues.” 

It’s a quick walk to Jimin’s, and the music around the house gets louder as you approach his entrance. There are people already set up in his open garage playing what you assume are card games, and everyone greets your group as you pop in to say hi. 

“Hey!” Namjoon calls. “Y’all are late! Everyone’s inside.” 

“We had our own party first,” you call out, struggling with your gift bags and food tray. “Can someone—”

Before you finish your ask, you smell nice cologne and feel a big presence at your side. 

When you look to see who’s assisting, you slow in your motions before uttering a small,

“Thank you.” 

Jungkook slightly smiles as he grabs your last bag. “Your perfume’s nice,” he compliments behind tousled bangs. Which makes you blink because that comment is more than hard to come by from him. 

So you can only grin. “Just got it,” you explain as you follow your friends inside the house. “It’s a dupe, can you believe it?” 

“Damn! It’s a good one.” 

“I know,” you agree, very proud of your find. Taking the gift bags from his hands, you tilt your head. “Can you bring the tray to the kitchen?” 

“On it.” 

When you make your way to your friends at the front area, they all eye you with concern. But you wave it off and shrug off your coat to hang on the loan coat hanger—earning teasing and whistles.   

“Shut up,” you groan, laughing with everyone before straightening the reason for the noises. It’s a dress you’ve been eyeing specifically for holiday parties. Because as soon as you started to shop for your gift exchanges, that quickly spiraled into shopping for outfits to wear to them. Did your coworker spook you into looking good because it was a public event? Maybe. Absolutely. 

So you shopped around before finding a dress that even you knew you looked good in. And the past couple weeks were the longest stretches ever because of your anticipation to wear it again. 

As you and your newest fit walk into the kitchen, you start to greet everyone, giving them hugs and smiling bright at their compliments. Because you feel good. You feel nice. Maybe you’re just drinking the holiday cheer and letting it consume you but you don’t care because it’s fun this time. This isn’t like any other year, and it’s wonderful. 

But then. 

Even the most wonderful moments have to come to a halt. 

And yours crash when you see Yoongi. 

Leaned back on one of the kitchen counters, his body appears relaxed in another damn black button-up, telltale silver chain hanging from a neck you wanna devour in front of the whole house. 

He was already annoying last year. But this time, his hair’s longer, and made up with just the right amount of disarray and a little bit even tucked behind his ear.

Fuck, this is so much worse! 

If he wasn’t so attractive and magnetizing, you’d have way less than ninety-nine problems. It would be a lot closer to zero. 

But you make your way over to him anyway, because of course you would. Of course he knew you would, too. 

“Hi,” you greet him, hands tingling with the desire to cup his beautiful chin and yank him in for a kiss. 

But he greets you back while giving you a hug, not without giving you a very obvious once-over. 

“Beautiful,” he whispers in your ear before pulling away, which can only make you babble out, 

“What?” 

He grins wide. “You look nice.” 

Oh. Oh, he really did say that. Why are you surprised? Why are you always surprised? But you have to stay poised so you stick with a neutral, 

“So do you.” 

“Thanks,” he says with a sly curve, still leaning back on the counter with a drink in hand. “Say something else.” 

“Goodbye forever,” is what you go with, back heating with his staccato laughs following your speedy retreat. 

No, no, no. He cannot notice how excited you are to give him his gift. Your bubbling excitement needs to be projected elsewhere. Because you know you picked perfect. It’s something you know he’d appreciate. 

But he cannot have his ego inflated anymore or else the house would float to the sky. 

But fucking hell, he looks damn good and he knows it. 

After an hour or so of socializing and keeping to your little friend circle, Jimin gets everyone together in the big living room to do the exchange. 

“Okay! One, two… Okay, we’re all here, so. Who’s gonna start?” 

When someone calls his name, the man grins and shakes his head. “Nah, I’m host.” 

“So shouldn’t you be the one to start?” 

“My house, my rules!” Jimin argues with zest, pointing to the guy that dared to challenge him, “So you go first.” 

And that man just so happens to secretly be yours. 

Shouts erupt around the living room, and you can mostly hear Hoseok and Seokjin since they’re closest,

“Go, Yoong!” 

“Ah, Yoongi’s first for a change.” 

Secretly and not so secretly, you’re hoping and wishing that he pulled your name. But the odds of that would be pretty slim if you pulled him, even though it was an even chance across the board. 

But as he gets up from the arm of Jimin’s couch holding a small gift bag, you determine that maybe it’s best if he didn’t pull your name. Because you already had trouble opening Yuri’s gift. How the hell would you control yourself opening his? 

“K, uhh. I got…” 

Wait, he’s looking towards you from across the room.

Shit. Is it happening?

You? 

“Taehyung.” 

A pang of disappointment and relief shoots through your veins, even when you shout with everyone while watching Tae smile from his place right next to you.

Yoongi walks right up to your seats, which are really some extra fold-out chairs by Jimin’s decorated tree. And he smells so good. Why do you have to be close to him again? 

But this moment is about Taehyung, so you watch as he opens the gift. When there’s a small box inside the bag, he opens that to reveal a nice, slim… wallet? 

Wait, is that leather? 

Your mouth drops as everyone’s up and raising questions already, and you can clearly hear Jungkook and your brother protest the highest,  

“Wait, huh?” 

“We set a limit for a reason!” 

Yoongi’s hands stay in his pockets when he refutes, “It was on sale.” 

“Nah, he’s lying!” 

Taehyung doesn’t know what to say, so when he looks at you, it takes all your strength to encourage him neutrally, 

“It’s so you! Deserved.” 

Yoongi looks at you before asking your friend, “Is it okay?” 

“It’s perfect,” Taehyung says, full of gratefulness. “I’m just shocked.” 

Jimin and Shiv chuckle from one of the couches, 

“Oh? He’s never shocked.” 

“This is new.” 

Yoongi smiles as Tae gets up to hug him, and you’re immediately okay not being the one receiving anything right now. 

Because you don’t need anything from him. 

All you want is his happiness. 

Once the initial gift is given, everyone goes down the line. And you’re feeling a little lighter after knowing who Yoongi got. Also, you feel less and less awkward about your gift, since the chaos of Yoongi’s was only the beginning.

Because when Taehyung gifts your brother a chain, everyone’s up and yelling again while your sibling is shocked to hell. 

On one end of the living room, Namjoon shakes his grinning head while Jungkook throws his back, 

“Alright, there needs to be a penalty for the most expensive gift.” 

“We obviously didn’t give a shit about the limit.” 

Everyone’s laughter fills the house, even drowning out the faint holiday music floating from the surround speakers. 

Immediately clipping on his necklace, your brother shouts, “Am I the only one that stuck to what we agreed on?” 

“Sucks for who got yours then.” 

Everyone starts laughing or reprimanding Yoongi for saying that—you with a cackle included. 

But then your brother busts out a fucking watch for Shiv and everyone goes bananas. 

At this point, Taehyung’s fully laughing behind his fingers on his forehead, and Jimin collapses on a gawking Yoongi when Shiv quite literally jumps up. 

“What the hell? Dude, I can’t take this.” 

“Yes, you can! And you will.” 

Fingers are pointing in every direction while people are calling each other liars, and your brother laughs on like a gremlin.

But it’s all so adorable that your heart is squeezing. Shiv’s damn near tearing up. “I’ve been eyeing this one for forever.” 

“I know! You wouldn’t stop running your damn mouth about that thing.” Your older sibling claps him on the shoulder. “You can shut up now,” he says with a grin, and Shiv gives him a big hug. 

“Thanks, man.” 

“Don’t sweat it.” 

Shiv’s turn. And everyone is waiting for what he decided to gift. 

Turns out he keeps the shenanigans going by gifting Jungkook a luxury tie set.

The blond’s jaw drops as he stares hard at the package. Looking up quick, he has to ask for sure, “A set, dude?” 

“It was on sale!” 

“Again?”

“Are we all gonna say the same lie?” 

Everyone can’t hide their amusement, with creased eyes and fake annoyance in every seat. Jungkook can’t believe his luck, since he’s been telling himself to get dress clothes forever but hasn’t gotten around to it.

“You gotta dress like a man now, kid,” Shiv tells him with a bright smile. “There’s a lot coming now that you’re making it.”

A light bulb softly glows when you realize that Yoongi might need to do the same. Trying not to look obvious, you peek in his direction. 

As he stares at the floor, you already know he’s mulling over the same thoughts. 

But it’s Jungkook’s turn now, and you still haven’t gotten a gift yet. 

So you’re waiting with all the air in your lungs. 

As the blond teases his pick, the studio boys are quick to handle him as Yoongi only huffs.

“I got… I got… I got, I got, I got, I got—”

“Kook, just say it.”

“Always like this.”

“Jimin!”

Your heart beats again as the host pops up from his couch, everyone cheering as Kook meets him in the center. Around you, speculation from your friends mixed with a little laughter spikes,

“He probably stuck to the limit.”

“Definitely.”

“Jimin’s gonna be the only one left with—”

Cackles and screams rip as Jimin kicks his head back in laughter, because in his hands is a sleek white box that everyone recognizes. 

This man got Jimin designer shades.

Your cheeks hurt as you react with everyone, giddy and bubbly with how absolutely ridiculous this whole night has gone. Everyone accusing each other of cheating, while all the while every single gift has been over the top.

You really don’t feel bad about revealing your gift anymore. Quite honestly, you almost feel more bad about it not being enough.

No. It’s enough.

Yours is the best and you stick to that.  

Jimin takes the sunglasses out of the box and protective pouch, slipping them on and modeling immediately.  

Oh’s and ah’s echo before his friends inflate his ego,

“Damn, you sure you aren’t a model?” 

“You’re one step away.” 

“He really is.” 

He looks great and he knows it. And he carefully puts them back in their packaging before giving Jungkook a hug. They exchange conversation, and you can feel the latter’s smile as he laughs before sitting down. 

Suddenly, you have the strongest intuition that you’re next. On Jimin’s turn. He’s getting out a very nice bag from behind a couch and your brain is firing off. 

“Okay! The best gift is going to…”

You were right. He calls your name.

Smiling, you shakily stand as Jimin approaches, a twinkling look in those features glowing in incandescent lights. 

Eyes on you. Many eyes. 

A little overwhelmed, you thank him before sitting down. Because it’s much easier to do this while on a solid, structured surface. 

“Hope you like it.”

“I’m sure I will.”

Best gift? What could Jimin possibly mean by—

Your scream shoots out as you clamp the bag shut because no fucking way you saw what you just saw in there. 

Jimin’s laughing his ass off but it’s not funny. 

“Jimin, what the fuck!” Now you know how Shiv felt and he is absolutely valid for his reaction. “I can’t accept this.” 

People are concerned around you, and you quickly think they may have the wrong idea.

“What did he get?” 

“What’s in there?”

Quelling some thoughts, you explain, “It’s a box.” 

“Okay?” 

You just gotta say it. They’re all gonna know as soon as you take it out anyway. So you breathe out,

“…It’s Dior.” 

It’s the loudest it’s been all night, even though your friends are completely speechless. All the guys are up in arms and Jia’s scream for penalty can be heard through the chaos,

“What!” 

“Where’s my Dior?” 

“What the fuck?” 

“Jimin…” 

“Okay, that is way over limit! That’s cheating!” 

“Penalty!” 

Jimin’s sneaky smile as he turns around doesn’t help, “You know I get everything for less.” 

“So?”

“Still, what the hell, man!”

You know Jimin works there. You do. But this is still making your limbs jelly and you can’t even speak. 

There’s no way Dior is passed around at every gift exchange. 

“You deserve it. For dealing with him.” He looks at your brother, but the look in his eyes is too sparkly to be completely truthful. Does he mean Yoongi? Or is he being serious? 

Of course, your sibling throws out a droning, “Wow.” 

After lots of shaky unboxing, you reveal a stunning bracelet, your friends bending down around you to gawk at how brilliant it is. Dancing in your fingers, this piece shimmers and gleams, and every single person is quiet. 

Guilt. You feel guilt. 

And you can’t even look at the reason why.

“Whatever you’re feeling, don’t. It’s okay.” 

You’re tearing up because it’s way too nice. Which proves worse because you also feel bad for crying for the sole fact that Yoongi’s watching. You don’t want him to get the wrong idea. 

You get up to hug him. “I… This is really nice, Jimin. Thank you.” 

“Stop by the store sometime,” he offers with a smile. “Maybe I can slip more in your purse.” 

“Easy,” your brother eyes him. 

“So are we all getting fancy gifts or what?” 

“Nope! Ran out of my discount, sorry.” 

“Wow.” 

When you finally glance around, everyone’s either a mix of shock and awe, visibly confused, or just jealous and wondering what the hell just happened. 

Meanwhile. 

Yoongi straight up looks like he’s holding his tongue. 

And you suddenly feel really bad. 

Hopefully giving him his gift will make up for what just happened. Even though you’re going after the hardest hitter of the damn night, this one’s special. 

But who are you kidding? People are definitely gonna talk in private about Jimin’s little gift. 

So now you have to try and mend this while acting like Yoongi’s just your brother’s friend. Cool. Awesome. 

“So...”

Just try your goddamned best. 

“Yoongi is mine.”

…Wait.

Your secret looks your way immediately while everyone snaps their heads to him.

What the fuck did you say?

Wait wait wait wait what did you fucking say?

Flapping your arms, you reach for words while everyone starts teasing, “Oh, god. I mean—I have Yoongi—I mean, wow. Hold on.”

Fucking fuck fuck, he’s grinning.

Thank the lord above for someone cheekily asking,

“First time at a gift exchange?”

You look away from the laughs while trying to compose your grin of embarrassment. Get it the fuck together, this is peak time to get it right.

“God. Okay.” You look down at your bag. All of its carefully folded and primped paper, the delicate folding inside. “For the gift exchange,” you clarify with a forced firm tone, “I got Yoongi.” 

You feel Dom try her damned best to hide her laugh. And you know for damn sure Jimin and Taehyung are thoroughly amused right now. 

All the oh’s sounding off in the living room are already enough to set your ears smoking. Your brother’s voice can be heard, but you know that’s for a specific reason. 

Everything had to be carefully calculated, after all. 

You walk up to him, and you cannot—absolutely cannot—look too long at the way he’s looking up at you. Him sitting in any capacity is enough to drive you up a wall, but now? When he looks so freshly fitted and prepping to tease you about all this later? You can barely think straight. 

“I don’t think I can beat Jimin’s gift,” you sigh to his curious eyes. “But it’s a little too late to change.”

His smile turns so soft. He shouldn’t be the one comforting you right now when you probably broke a little of his heart. “It’s all good.”

Keep going. 

Cleaning your clogged throat, you brave the crowd and breathe before starting again, “Anyway. This is kinda from both of us, but I picked it because I have better taste.”

“Hey, what the hell?” 

Ignoring your brother’s protest, you watch as Yoongi softly opens the gift before pulling out a basketball jersey. 

Of his favorite player. 

“Holy shit.” 

Shouts start erupting behind your back as you laugh, your sneaky gift joining the rest of them. 

“Hello? That’s way too much!” 

“That’s over the limit for sure.” 

You wave your hands frantically among their teasing arguments, and your brother chimes in on your side. “I didn’t know what to get!” 

“So you got a real jersey?” 

“Relax, y’all. It’s from both of us.” 

“Wait, which one’s Lillard again?” 

“Damian,” Yoongi softly says in awe. “How’d you know?” 

You can only blink, smiling faltering by the slightest amount.

Fuck, he’s gonna be cheeky right now? Knowing you know and exactly how you know? Cuddled up with him in his bed as he shows you highlight reels and tells you the guy’s whole story and that he happens to be a rapper, too? 

Looking back towards your brother, you explain, “Well... He gave me a list. And I just picked off vibes.” 

Yoongi’s eyes sparkle so much when he grins. “Good choice,” he compliments with creased eyes. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome!” You say back with a little too high of a pitch. “But tell him he still owes you a gift. This doesn’t count for him.” 

“Uhh, it sure as fuck does!” 

Yoongi breaks eye contact to shout behind you, “Didn’t you already tell me you got me something?” 

“Yeah, it was that!” 

“What a lie,” Yoongi says through a smile.

“Yeah, I did,” your brother surrenders. “The shoes are in my bag. Okay, next!” 

Hilariously, two pairs of people end up getting each other. Yuri’s older sister Jia got Seokjin, who also drew her name—to the slight angst of your brother, you imagine. 

And Hoseok ends up getting Namjoon. Which turns out being twice as funny because they both got each other the same pair of earphones. You can’t breathe with how hard you cackle with everyone, and your heart skips when you catch a glimpse of Yoongi’s eyes across the room.

By the end of the exchange, everyone’s bellies and cheeks sting from laughter, and every eye in sight has twinkles embedded inside.

Throughout the night, everyone starts branching off into different groups. You and your friends talk in the kitchen, and both in and out of the house, there’s groups of games and conversations. 

The holiday decorations everywhere shine bright. Enveloped in the music, you keep looking at the lights, feeling happy but a little bittersweet. 

You really wanna set the record straight with Yoongi. You had no damn clue that Jimin was gonna give something like that, much less in front of everyone. 

The fact that you haven’t been in the same room for a bit makes it worse. What could he be thinking right now? You can’t tell because he’s nowhere in sight. 

Screw it. You’re gonna at least text him. There’s no way you can survive the night if you’re gonna plague your own head without checking in with him. 

Fishing out your phone, you sidestep away for a second to type something quick. 

You [10:38pm]: i know it’s not dior.. but hope you like your gift :’)) 

Yoongi [10:38pm]: You know I do. It’s perfect, doll. 

Well. He texted back super quick.

Maybe he’s really okay? Maybe he and Jimin already talked it through? 

Then again.. Yoongi didn’t look happy at all during the big reveal. To the point where he was actively showing emotions you rarely get to see.

But if he says he likes his gift, that’s a good sign. 

You [10:42pm]: i can’t believe jimin did that

Yoongi [10:42pm]: That was bold. 

You [10:42pm]: seriously!!! 

Hmm. So he didn’t know. That’s even more surprising than him knowing, now that you think about it. 

You’re called over to get another round of food, and you turn down the initial invite but stay around as they get more to eat. 

When you see a tray that smells way too good, you do break and get a piece anyways. 

“Yeah, those are amazing,” Yuri chirps. “Shiv made those.”

“Really?” Dom grabs a couple pieces. “Lemme try these then.”

“You’re gonna want more.” 

As you find a place outside to eat, you stand next to the heater while conversing with Taehyung. It’s adorable how you can tell how excited he is about his gift, turning it in his hand before pocketing the leather again. 

“It’s so nice,” you compliment. 

“He knows how to pick, I guess,” Tae smiles, looking at you and making you shy. Because hello? There’s no way he’s gonna be bringing that up tonight. 

When you silently mouth for him to shut up, he grins like a madman. Glancing down at your hands, he suddenly asks, “Are you gonna put that down?”

“No,” you say with a tiny pang of guilt. “Afraid not.”

“Mm.” 

Your phone buzzes again, and you’re thankful for the interruption.

Yoongi [11:09pm]: Guess I have to do better😔

Instantly, you take that gratefulness back.

You [11:09pm]: NO!! you don’t have to worry about me at all

Yoongi [11:10pm]: I can’t lose to you

You [11:10pm]: trust me, i just… 

You think about sending the other text or not. But you do anyway. 

Taehyung sees the look in your faraway face, but doesn’t comment as you peer down again. 

You [11:11pm]: i just wanna see you happy

That’s all you want. If he’s happy, you’re happy. So it sucks to have part of the night come as quite the shock. 

Interestingly enough, though.. Someone else in the house should also be pretty upset about your gift, and you haven’t seen Jimin cornered by him yet. 

Unless your brother is just deciding to be courteous and beat his ass after everyone leaves. 

Yoongi [11:13pm]: Then come over here

You’re not gonna argue with that. 

So when your friends finish their plates, you suggest you all head into the garage. It’s already rowdy before you open the door, so the sounds get booming loud when you all enter. 

Looks like everyone is blowing their money on other things tonight, too. The gifts were the nice part of the party; now everyone is fiending to take everyone’s cash.

“Damn, Yoongi’s clearing me out.”

“Told you not to go all in.”

“He did.”

As the cold weather rolls in, you watch as the games go on, with heaters humming with energy and your brother’s friends radiating competition. 

No wonder Yoongi wanted you in here.

He’s on a damn roll.

As everyone groans after another win, Namjoon and your brother are in tatters, 

“Yoong, what the fuck!”

“You hiding cards in those sleeves?”

“I told you!” Yoongi boasts, “Don’t get too cocky.”

“Says him.”

“Cocky, my ass.” 

When you laugh, you earn a tiny glimpse of his eyes. But as his vision falls to your hands, you’re quick to look away, out into the night to look at all the lights instead.

Shit.

After some time passes, you find yourself alone on a balcony. Yet again. Cold wind blows through your coat, chilling you but making you feel alive. Too alive in this moment. Too aware.

The holidays aren’t so bad this time around. But you do need to set this one thing straight before things go a little sideways with Yoongi. 

If he’s upset, you don’t want him to be. Even if he doesn’t say it, you want him to know you’re considering his feelings. There’s some things you just can’t control.

So you wait for Jimin, telling him earlier to meet you up here for the best chance at privacy.

When you hear the door opening, you see him come through, hair lifting in the breeze and his lips in a slight curve. 

Get right to it. “Jimin, I—”

“Isn’t it so nice tonight?” 

Stopping, you settle into a smile, watching him walk up to stand next to you before you both look into the night. The neighborhood glows beneath your feet, and everyone in the backyard mingles while puffs of air leave their lips. 

“It really is,” you say with a smile, clutching the gift bag in cold fingers. Because you haven’t let go of it ever since it was given to you—it’s way too expensive. You’ve been guarding it all night. 

Which is why you need to hand it back to the one who gave it to you. “We haven’t done something like this before, so.. It’s a nice change of pace.” 

Jimin turns before realizing something. “Oh. I meant the weather.” 

Embarrassed, you let out a laugh while his eyes crease. “Ah. That, too.” 

“Got deep real fast.” 

“Jimin!” 

Both of you puff out laughter as you look down, just in time to see someone gazing right up at you. Someone that makes your heart squeeze on sight. 

Oh, shit. Is he gonna get the wrong idea again? 

You need to do this quick. Yoongi can’t be let down more than once tonight. 

Sighing, you start to hold up the bag again. “Thank you—”

“He’s lucky you came around when you did.” 

“Huh?” 

Jimin leans on the railing before eyeing you with a smile. “You don’t even know, do you.” 

“I don’t…” When you look below, Yoongi’s not looking anymore. And you panic. “Jimin, thank you. But I seriously can’t take this.” 

Why does he look so calm? Why does he keep acting like this isn’t a big deal? “You can.” 

“No, really. I—” 

“I may have gone too far this time.” 

Your eyes still as you breathe out a confused, “...What?” 

Jimin’s face is dusted with peach in the cold, and you get a good view of his jawline as he peers down below with a regretful curve. “I kinda tricked him,” he admits. “Into picking your gift for the exchange.” 

The shock you feel prevents you from even blinking. How the hell can this get even more overwhelming? “What do you mean?” 

“I wasn’t lying when I said I got some good discounts.” Jimin turns around to lean against the railing. “So I thought it would be fun to rope him into getting you something.” 

When he laughs to the chilly night sky, you don’t join him—the shock is preventing you from doing anything. 

“Didn’t think he’d pick a whole bracelet, though. Made for one hell of a gift exchange pick.” He looks at you at a tilt. “You like it, right?” 

Even if Yoongi was the one to pick out the jewelry, Jimin still had to purchase the damn thing. And even with his discount, it’s still expensive as hell. It has to be. You haven’t let go of the bag once because you don’t want to lose it. “But you still had to pay,” you blurt out. “I’ll find a way to pay you back if you aren’t gonna take it.”

“I didn’t pay for it, either.” 

Your heart stops. 

Full on halts. 

When he turns his head, he looks toward the sky in thought. “Well, I did secretly pay the exchange limit. But..” He straightens before staring back at your absolute silence, dropping the biggest surprise of the whole night,

“Yoongi paid the difference.”

The sudden sob that leaves your throat startles him immediately, and he rushes forward to put hands on your shoulders. “Hey, hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, I just—”

The sound of a door slides open, and you turn to see your favorite, favorite, favorite person walking through. You must look like a wreck but you don’t care, don’t care, don’t care. 

“I’ll leave you both to it then,” Jimin says to your watery eyes before squeezing, heading out to give you both the quiet space you need. 

But Yoongi clutches his arm as he walks by, and you hold your breath as he stares him in the eye, voice burning with a steady glow,

“Don’t pull that shit again.” 

“I know,” Jimin agrees without pause. “I owe you one.” 

“No one comes up here then.” Yoongi releases him slow. “Until I come back down.” 

The host of the night shares a quick hand clutch before assuring, “You got it.” 

Bag clutched tight in your hands, you watch in wonder as Yoongi approaches you with a quiet determination. His presence alone makes your heart beat warm and soft, but you cannot stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks. 

All you can ask as he gets close is a wondrous, “Why..?”

“He’s a very persuasive salesman.” When you wipe your eyes, he helps with a little look of tenderness. Though there’s still some frustration evident in his features. “But I didn’t know it would be for tonight.”

“Oh, shit,” you sigh. “Why did he do that?” 

“I’m not sure.” Yoongi holds your chin, rubbing your frosty cheek with a handworking thumb. “Taehyung didn’t know he’d do it, either.” 

“Tae knew, too?” 

“Yeah. He thought I had it, not Chim.” He sighs to the side, hair lifting slightly in the breeze. “I almost stood up when you screamed.” 

Your heart shrugs off some chill. “Really?” 

Yoongi nods before looking up with scrunched brows. “It took all of me to keep my ass down. Honestly, I’m still pissed the fuck off.” 

You believe that. One hundred percent, you believe that. Because you’ve never seen him talk to Jimin like that before tonight. 

Reaching to cradle one of his cheeks, you feel how cold he is before whispering to soothe, “Tell me how you wanted it to go.” 

When Yoongi looks at you, your lips curve into a small smile. Peppered with a bit of your tears and willingness to make him feel better. 

He softly grips your hand on his face before turning to kiss your fingers. Voice low, he reveals, “I was gonna take you straight to dinner. After you got off work one day.” Another set of kisses makes your fingers both hot and cold. “Then I would’ve faked needing something from the studio. And you would’ve gotten it there.” 

“Oh…” You blink as your vision blurs. “That’s…” 

“Among other things.” 

At his suggestive look, you playfully pat his jacket. But your heart starts leaking from your eyes.  

Because you just want it all to be out already. Just everything. Everything, everything, everything, you’re so tired of keeping it under wraps. 

“What’s wrong, doll.”

“Nothing,” you sob. “I’m just… I didn’t know, and… This is a lot.” 

You’re overflowing with emotions. From all the experiences you’ve had tonight to this very moment, everything has been wonderful and magical and there’s nothing quite like this feeling. But you’re also so embarrassed because he definitely brought out much bigger guns than you did. 

Sniffling into his jacket, you whisper, “Thank you… You got me something timeless. This is so much cooler than my gift.” 

“No! Yours is great, are you kidding me?” 

“It’s a jersey… That’s much less cool.” 

“Mm... You also called me yours.” When you freeze completely, Yoongi's shoulders bob with his pride. “Gotta say, that was the highlight of the night."

“Oh, shut up!" When you groan into his clothes, you feel him laughing through his chest. And it's one of your favorite feelings in the world.

Shoulders slumped, you heavily yearn,

“I want it all out now. Everything.” You squeeze him closer. Closer, closer, closer. “I want everyone to know it was from you.” 

Yoongi doesn’t say anything, though you do feel his heart beat a little faster. When he finally answers, you close your eyes. “I know I said this last time, but.. Next year. For sure.” 

“Can we decorate, too?” 

Yoongi looks into your starry eyes. “You wanna?” When your nod is quick, he laughs. “Guess I don’t have a real choice then, huh?” 

“Nu uh.” You squeal as he hauls you into a full kiss, squeezing you in his arms and more tears out of your eyes. “Wait!” 

When he tilts his head, you grin at his adorable quirk. “Let’s do it anyway.” 

“Huh?”

Holding up the bag, you cheekily suggest, “Everything you said. Let’s do it.” Biting your lip and feeling the chill on your ears, you finish, “There’s a new place I wanna try with you anyways.” 

Yoongi just stares, smile unsure but huffing amusement from his nose. “You sure?” 

“Duh! And I’ll act even more surprised, just for you.” 

Your giggling is purely born from excitement. Because you can’t wait to take him somewhere you know he’ll enjoy, too. And you get to see the studio? It’s gonna be a fantastic—

You’re brought into a tight hug before your thoughts finish. The bag between you crumples a tad, but you’re more focused on the way your head is moved for a soul-tying kiss. 

Warmth and gold and sparkles burst from your chest as you’re completely taken by Yoongi’s lips, and you start to feel your house inside change. It’s festive. It’s decorated. It’s made just for you and him. 

You've never been one for this season. But getting to spend it with Yoongi two years in a row? It's becoming one of your favorite times of the year.

“I just…” he murmurs to your features before gripping you close. “Thanks, babe.” 

“Thank you,” you whisper into his handsome features. “Once you give it to me for real, I’m gonna wear it everywhere.” 

“Please do. Get my money’s worth.” 

When you both laugh, your affection leaves in puffs of white. And you give him a more tender kiss than the first. 

You feel so at home it hurts. But it hurts because your heart is so full you can’t fit it all. All the love for everyone that fills that hole in your life that you and your brother have had for years. 

You’re gonna tell him one day. And it’s gonna rip you apart. 

But you hope everything will be okay. This time next year, all of you will be okay. More than okay. 

When you lean in close, you whisper something you’ve never really said to anyone. But you’re gonna try to start, even if you aren’t quite familiar with it yet. It’s a good year to start, start, start. 

“Happy holidays, Yoongi.”

His lips spread slow before giving one more kiss to your chilly nose. And every anxious feeling floats away in the frosty breeze.

“Happy holidays, doll.”

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a/n: happy holidays, merry christmas, happy new year to everyone that celebrates! just wanted to get this one out for the ones needing a little bit of cheer around this time. we learn quite a bit about some of the crew's backstories and where they work now, huh. is this a pocket universe, too? who really knows! but it all flew out of my fingers as soon as we got the suggestion, so thank you again to that anon message! a/n 2: thank you to everyone that's stuck with me and 3tan this year. it's been a rough one, but i also wanted to post this one to let you all know i'm still here. 3tan will forever stay with me, and i have not ever forgotten it. not one day goes by where i don't think about it, or y'all, or them. trust me. also, stay on the lookout for some physical copy interest checks! we are getting closer and closer to 3tan copies being A Real Thing! ++ feedback box: ⇥ of course, any reblogs/comments/messages are appreciated! ⇥ for the ones that are too shy to reblog with a review, comment on this, or send a message, i went ahead and made another anonymous form where you can send in what you think! ⇥ no emails collected, no need to put in a username. it’s literally just a comment dropbox :D feedback can be as short/sweet or as long as you’d like! ⇥ here! ++ more links: ⇥ masterlist  ⇥ three tangerines masterlist

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i feel like he would go live late at night with you and do like mukbangs (i might make a drabble for that…) YKWWW i feel like he would be like all giggly like how he was when mingyu was on live with him! 😭

imaging him making you listen to seven or 3d for the first time… he would literally be so shy! SOOO NERVOUS. you’d like be “oh baby, this is so good!” and he’d be like “IM TOO FREAKED OUT😭😭😭😭” — HE GOT LATTO ON THE REMIX FOR YOU!! like imagine you like latto’s songs and he’s like hmmm i love my gf sm im gonna get latto on my remix

he would ask permission to get girls to act in his mvs and he has you on the sets while they’re filming

your family fucking my loves! Loves! LOVES JUNGKOOK SO MUCH! one of your little cousins said to you “where’s kookie? i wanna see him not you!” ………… you didn’t get him a christmas present because of it.

AND HE CAN COOK SO YOUR FAMILY LOVES HIM MORE BECAUSE OF THAT.

EVERYTIMEEE YOU GET YOUR NAILS DONE… HIS BICEPS ARE ON DECK! you’d be trying to take a picture of your nails for your nail artist to post and he in front of you, pulling his sleeve up and flexing his bicep. you’re like babe? and he’s just grinning.

if you had a dog, he’d make you bring them and bam and it become siblings

HE MOVES YOU IN LITTLE BY LITTLE. like if you take off your sweater in his car, he grabs it and puts it into his house after you leave. you left your blanket? it’s folded up on his couch. you left your necklace? it’s in his drawer. YOUR SHOES? ON THE RACK. YOUR PHONE CHARGER? NEXT TO THE BED.

he makes you brush your teeth with him in the morning and at night

you have magnets of him in 2013 on you guys’ fridge

he makes you share you drinks. like it doesn’t matter if he has his own, he’s drinking yours

YOU GUYS MATCHED ON HALLOWEEN AS ROGER RABBIT AND JESSICA RABBIT OMG

if his eyebrow piercing is sore or something, he makes you kiss it for 15 minutes straight. no breaks.

he has a literal shrine of you. like photos of you when you were younger until now, a poster of your favorite movie, a photo of you and the rest of the members.. another of you and jimin during are you sure, lego figures of you two, and a shirt of you.

almost everytime yall go out, he makes you guys match outfits. doesn’t matter where, yall are matching!

he wouldn’t want you to watch jjk bc he knows that girls find the guys attractive.

you both have mini photocards of each other on either your bags or keys.

his brother sketched a photo of you, bam and jk!

he buys you sonny angles and labubus all the time. your bookshelf is filled with them. FILLED.

he’s so sad when he has to leave you for the military!! he made it seem like he’s okay to not stress you but he’s really sad and thats why he’s been hugging you tighter.

HE WOULD DO THE ‘somebody point me to the best ass eater’ TREND😭😭 he would eat your imaginary plate and make his own so people know he’s not joking

he bakes all of your bday cakes

he’ll just randomly text you at 2pm hey angel, i’m picking you up at 7. love you

he gets you a pandora ring and bracelet with your own little charms that he knows mean something to you

after a long day at work, you get into your car and see a HUGE bouquet of flowers and a note that says love you so much! :-)

when he met usher, he called you instantly and he was telling you he’s nervous to dance with him and stuff.

whenever there’s a dating rumor with him and another girl, he posts a video or picture with you with the same caption i love my baby ♥️ my wife

namjoon and taehyung did a prank on him where they flirt with you and he got superrrr mad and threw water on them

he’s a girl dad idc

he’s the type to lean down to get to your height so he can hear you clearly! 😫😫

he gets shy whenever you rub his chest or compliment his biceps.

he kisses your feet bruh

okay thats it! :P

[trivia-yandere]

trivia:yandere masterlist

alternate universe (masterlist) | halloween (masterlist)| valentine's day (masterlist) | kinktober (masterlist) | ungodly hour (masterlist) | cruel intentions (masterlist) explicit-tae (masterlist)

name: quae | she/her main account:explicit-tae taglist

all of the works here will contain: (either or/sometimes both) smut, yandere themes and overall dark content that are only suitable for those who are 18+. all of the work will have warnings - if anything is uncomfortable, please click off. it's understandable that sometimes what is written can be triggering to some user - this is the first warning. request are appreciated just please allow time for it to be posted. please do not translate, reposts or use any content written from this blog without permission.

head-cannons

baby daddy jungkook

yandere cop jungkook

ot7 | multi-member

the one that got away: you should've listened when you were told to stay away from the dark web. completed (taehyung x reader x jimin)

lessons: when jungkook asks namjoon for advice on oral sex, he wasn't expecting his hyung to physically show him - you being on the receiving end of it. completed (jungkook x reader x namjoon)

study partner: an alternate world in which the elites rule the world and have everything at their fingertips. at a top elite college, “Study Partners” - the most desirable sexual partners around the world - are assigned to the top 10% of students with the highest grades. completed

red pill: while partying, you decide to take a mysterious pill called "hell on earth" that's said to take you to a whole different dimension; one of pure ecstasy, lust and pleasure. completed (hoseok x reader x namjoon)

a favor: your life gets even more complicated when your secret with professor kim is found out by two classmates. completed (jungkook x reader x taehyung)

jeon | jungkook

visions: you’re convinced by your friends to go to a party and let go of the memories of your ex just for one night. unfortunately for you, jungkook doesn’t want to be let go. completed

the other woman: jungkook decides it's time to take matters into his own hands and figure out how to get you - his sweet, innocent girlfriend, to fuck him. completed

paid in full: (part 1) (part 2) "all debts must be paid in full." says jungkook with a mischievous glint in his eyes. he wouldn't tell your mother of you going against her wishes and sneaking out if you allowed him to have you the way he desired.

nefarious: you knew who jungkook was prior to having his children and marrying him, so you serving him with divorce papers wasn't going to do anything but anger him. part one | prequel

test your morality: jungkook's morality is tested when he's woken from his unconscious state to find you - his best friend - bound before him. completed

best friends!: jungkook doesn't like the idea of you wanting to loose your virginity to anyone that isn't him. completed

seonbaenim!: (idol version of best friends!) your group decides they want to shed the “good girl” image for your next comeback & you confide in your seonbae, Jungkook, in helping you do so. One | Two

sibling rivalry: you visit your dad for a week for christmas and come face to face with your step-brother - who you've managed to avoid - again.

what are you willing to do?: After managing to dodge your property manager out of rent for two months, you're left in a vulnerable position when he finally comes looking for you. one | two

off limits: he’s a 10 but…he’s your brother’s best friend & completely off limits. one | two | three

m.i.l.f: "there are HOT MILFS in your area waiting for YOU to FUCK THEM!" the ad said, though jungkook wasn't expecting to come face to face with you; who also happens to be his best friends mother. one | two | three | four | five | ½ | six

ecstasy: you were offered the opportunity to test out an unreleased game, not realizing that you and the rest of the testers were the game itself. teaser

starstruck: jungkook, a highly aware-winning actor,has his eyes set on you, an upcoming actress. one | two

kitty: when you're going through a rough heat, who else is there to call besides bunny hybrid jeon jungkook? completed

twisted: jungkook has been getting you out of trouble for as long as he can remember - and he was tired of doing it without anything in return. completed

nerviosa: that time your cousins boyfriend, jeon jungkook; college senior, took a certain interest in you, a college freshman. one | two

kim | taehyung

two sentence horror story: you ran up to the first person you saw -  a man inside his car whose tires screeched upon you jumping in front of it - and screamed how you were kidnapped and blindfolded. completed

fertile: during an annual camping trip with your parents, you venture off deep into the woods and find a man chained to a tree. completed

divine intervention: you'll do anything to have your own baby one day - even to go against your morals and allow a wiccan to help you. completed

stress relief: your job is to simply ease the stress that the military men face while deployed. your client? sergeant kim taehyung. coming soon...

park | jimin

two sentence horror story: years ago, your best friend, Jimin, and you made a pact that if one of you were single by the age of 26 that the two of you would just marry the other. completed

creep: park jimin had it all. he was loved throughout the world as an idol apart of one of the biggest groups. he had the popularity, respect and adoration - and a few haters; but what idol didn’t? what park jimin wasn’t expecting for was infamous blogger, Creep, to be reporting on him. completed

word is bond: in order to save your kingdom from perishing, you agree to give your body to the demon king - jimin. completed

bad decisions: you're getting married on valentine's day - but somehow, you allow a stripper to fuck you in front of your brides' maids and maid of honor. completed

kim | namjoon

lessons: when jungkook asks namjoon for advice on oral sex, he wasn't expecting his hyung to physically show him - you being on the receiving end of it. completed

with love, k.nj: ever since you and your mother moved into this new apartment, you began receiving notes from an "admirer", all signed initials k.nj. one | two

sentient: you're gifted a high-technology android by an old friend who appears to know everything - even about you. completed

jung | hoseok

ain't no fun: ”Hoseok wouldn’t treat me like this.” is what had Namjoon laughing in your face - because you didn’t know Hoseok like he did. But he’d let you think you did, after all, it ain’t no fun if the homies can’t have none. coming soon...

min | yoongi

dilemma: being single and broke on valentine's day is not what you expected - especially when your dealer is waiting for his payment. completed

a man's world: you've been living in a man's world so long that you forgotten what it was like to be a woman living in it. completed

family matters: somehow, you find yourself back at yoongi's home after an uneventful five months of pregnancy. one | two

desire: you've encountered an unholy being - an incubus - and you're fully enthralled. completed

kim | seokjin

two sentence horror story: it’s been nearly 5 years since you last saw seokjin. completed

payment plan: your husband and you find yourself bankrupt and dead broke thanks to his gambling problem. his younger brother - successful businessman kim seokjin - offers a helping hand free of charge. unbeknownst to your brother, you would be the one paying seokjin for his charity. completed

autumn of terror: the small town of oakville is being taken over by a serial killer who goes by "the ripper" who uses fear as a tactic to control the town entire. you, an out of town detective, team up with head detective of oakville kim seokjin. completed

a favor: the only way he's willing to give you a passing grade is if you do something for him in return. one | two coming soon...

[lo1k-diamonds]

✔ Advent Calendar 2024 💜

It's the most wonderful time of the year🎶

It's here, the giving season! And while I love advent calendars and already have one for coffee and one for chocolate, I thought what about one for fics? Though I won't be writing, no - I'll be reviewing and recommending wonderful treats! You'll get juicy suggestions, and our lovely writers will get some love for Christmas! And at the end? I will post a bitey gift :p

How does it work?

Every day, I'll reblog this post and add a card with the fic of the day - I'll give some details, a quote, and a fleeting thought. The selection is based on what I've read this year that got my attention, 1 author a day, multiple AUs and tropes! (check the warnings for the fics individually!)

I hope you check them, and if you do, don't forget to show them some love ✨💜

🎄Here we have it, folks! You'll find every suggestion in the list below:🎄

The Demon Is In The Details by @colormepurplex2

Demon!Jimin x f.Reader / Crossroads AU / angst, smut

"You’re now mine forever, little mouse."

⟢ So absolutely delicious how one mistake changes everything, not just for some silly humans, but also for a demon who thought nothing could surprise him anymore! [my review]

——✨Bonus! Beware The Thorns✨

Yoongi x Jungkook x Jimin x f.Reader / Mafia, Step-Sibling AU / Taboo, angst, smut

"There is only one thing left standing in our way, angel."

⟢ I have no excuses - this is potentially the most indulging, deviant, steaming hot fic I've ever read! It lives in my mind rent-free, thanks Leah! [my review]

Sweet by @oddinary4bts

idol!Seokjin x f.Reader / Idol post Military AU / angsty, smut

It feels like, maybe, you were his all this time too.

⟢ There are so many sweet things about this story: the way that Jin thinks and feels, that he apologizes and expresses regret, that OC is believable and well-rounded, that they both take a chance, and make a decision, not because of a momentary lapse of judgement, but out of genuineness... It's a little treasure! [my review]

✨Bonus! To Give a Helping Hand✨

Idol!Jungkook x f.Reader / Idol AU / smut

He’d be feral with you – he’s feral just thinking about you.

⟢ I don't think this fic needs introductions, and I have reblogged it before, but still, couldn't keep myself from mentioning it again! [my review]

Effet Mer by @spideyjimin

Jungkook x f.Reader / Healing AU / angsty, smut

Hot sex with Jungkook in Nazaré is a combo you never thought you needed.

⟢ There. Is it a spoiler? Potentially. Do you all need to read about what goes down? Absolutely! [my review]

The Price by @daechwitatamic

Yoongi x Hunter!f.Reader / Snow White AU / angst, smut

Maybe you do love him. You just can’t forget - not for a second - how little it matters.

⟢ Unhappy ending? Nonsense! It hurts just a little - just right - just perfect. [my review]

✨Bonus! Of Ruin✨

Prince!Taehyung x f.Reader / Supernatural AU / mystery, fantasy, smut

"Even when I think I’ve seen the true measure of you - you surprise me again and again."

⟢ This is one of the best stories I've ever set my eyes on. It's compelling, rattles you to your bones, and you'll be thinking about it for eons! READ IT! [my review]

The Taste of Sin by @shadowkoo

Taehyung x f.reader / Warlock/Witch AU / angst, smut

This is exactly why they say to never mix business with pleasure. It makes such a mess of things.

⟢ Woah, this was intense! The warnings and things made me approach this with so much caution, only to be swept off my feet! [my review]

Spin Cycle by @miscelunaaa

Jungkook x f.Reader / Uni AU / slow burn, strangers to lovers, smut

He’s never going to complain about a girl having sweater paws while wearing his hoodie.

⟢ I read this by the pool side with a glass of wine and couldn't put it down. It's such an easy, good read! Also, confession: I forgot it had smut! And it's good too! I guess the story just really is that good! [my review]

Lifeline by @downbad4yoongi

Namjoon x f.Reader / First responder AU / brother's bf, smut

I won’t break…but it never hurts to try.

⟢ Wait, hold up, time out - can we just talk about how hot this fic is? But first, let's address how the propelling event of this story is the bane of every woman's existence. [my review]

Protecting the Bloodline by @kth1

Prince!Hoseok x Human!f.Reader / Vampire AU / angst, smut, royal

Little dove… In a world full of twisted beings, how have you turned into such a kind woman?

It's so hard to find words to describe this story... It's both incredibly beautiful and so full of pain, that I just... I'll start by recommending it. [my review]

Vigilant(e) by @yoongihan

Lawyer!Yoongi x Prosecutor!f.Reader / Law AU / angst, smut, secrets

We can’t be casual.

When I started reading this, I had no idea where it was going, but it turned out to be a perfect light read to swoon over Min Yoongi. [my review]

Of Crowns and Daggers by @mrsparkjimin18

Prince!Jiminx Princess!f.Reader / Arranged marriage AU / royal, angst, smut

We’re not so different, you and I.

⟢ I really like royal AUs, but add a sprinkle of plotting, inner conflict, and romance, and the combination is an absolute delight. [my review]

Bewitching by @taegularities

Prince!Jungkook x Human!f.Reader / Vampire AU / angst, smut

I think… falling in love with you was– was inevitable anyway. But the fear…

I blush every time I read this. It's such a perfect blend of deep, maddening love and fear... of overpowering longing... It's achingly gorgeous. [my review]

Jealousy by @mikrokosmoslove

Namjoon x f.Reader / FWB AU / f2l, fwb, angst, smut

Yeah, but that also means it ends when one of us starts dating!

I didn't expect this entry, but when I read it, it automatically clicked for me—fwb is a sweet downward spiral. We all know how it ends and still fall for it every time. [my review]

Timeless Rhythm by @bratzkoo

time lord! hoseok x archaeologist! reader / Adventure AU / mystery, romance, fluff

The rest, as they say, was history. Or perhaps, in your case, it was the future.

Woah, this was so different and refreshing! Going on such adventures always risks the timeline, but we wouldn't have it any other way! [my review]

Wicked As They Come by @caelesjjk

vampire!yoongi x reporter! f reader / Fake dating AU / romance, smut

Don’t forget who you’re talking to with that smart fucking mouth, little monster.

I'm here to discredit this author - this is not just mostly porn - this is mostly awesome porn with a sprinkle of feelings - and our asshole vampire Yoongi doesn't do feelings 😏 [my review]

Safe Haven by @kth1fics

Werewolf!Jimin x Princess!f.Reader / Supernatural AU / royal, shifters, angst, smut

He does the things he does because he loves you.

This story is absolutely endearing, with a perfect sprinkle of sacrifice, lifelong love, and perfectly timed confessions 💜 [my review]

Angel by @sailoryooons

Mafia!Yoongi x Sex worker! F. reader / Mafia AU / Semi-established relationship, smut, fluff

I need you to do whatever it is you need to do to protect yourself.

As far as Mafia AUs are concerned, this fic is the standard. If I had to choose a top, this would be in the top three, at least. If I had to choose a perfect Yoongi, you know it—this one would be it. [my review]

Fists and a Smart Mouth by @pars-ley

Namjoon x (f)reader / Cowboy au / E2L, angst, smut

I can assure you, I'm more of a 'violence is the answer' type person, in case that wasn't obvious already.

Ouf, this was a hard pick (because all Ley's stories are great), but it was also super easy. Of course, I didn't choose it because it features Namjoon. I chose it because the mystery takes its time to unravel, revealing a gripping plot until the end. [my review]

——✨Bonus! Red thread of fate✨

Vampire!Seokjin x human!(f)reader / Soulmates au / Angst, fluff, smut

Does listening to my heart not make you thirsty?

It's not often that a vampire fic delves not only into themes of fate but also into selfless, boundless love, and this story is one of those with an interesting catch within it. [my review]

Alpha by @borathae

Alpha Dom!Jungkook x f. Omega sub!Reader / ABO au / E2L, angst, smut

We really shouldn’t be doing this, fuck, this shouldn’t happen.

Step aside while I shamelessly drool all over this piece of indulgent heaven. [my review]

——✨Bonus! Bonded✨

Alpha Dom!Jungkook x f. Omega sub!Reader / Arranged Marriage au / E2L, angst, smut

I just needed to know that this wouldn’t be lost forever.

The way I consumed this sequel. When I finished reading Alpha, I didn't know what could happen next, and this direction surprised me. [my review]

The Surface by @moni-logues

prince merman!Hoseok x sea witch!reader / The Little Mermaid AU / angst, smut

You could bend reality, but that didn’t mean you always saw it clearly. The heart had tricks of its own.

Can you imagine how excited I was when I saw a Little Mermaid retelling? And then realized I'd be the sea witch? Fuck yeah! [my review]

Saudade by @chateautae

idol!taehyung x choreographer!reader / Secret relationship AU / angst, smut

I was doing it for you! The reason was all for you, for us!

It's always interesting for me when authors use words native to me to describe feelings that are not translatable - like saudade. So yes, I had to read what Taehyung was up to, and I was not disappointed [my review]

The Creamed Pie by @moccahobi

Succubi!Seokjin x human!reader / Demon AU / slow burn, angst, fluff

If you're trying to live like a human, you're failing.

This story is such a spark of fun! Everything, from the lore to the characters, the relationships, the name of the shop, the quips and the way it doesn't take itself seriously -- until it does. [my review]

——✨Bonus! Amor Erratur✨

Yoongi x reader / Dystopian AU / angst

Oh how he would love to be married to her. 

This story is set in a dystopian world, and it is so out of the ordinary and unique not just because of the world-building but because of Yoongi. [my review]

Seven Days by @hisunshiine

nurse!jungkook x teacher!reader / FWB AU / age gap, angst, smut

Every hour, every minute, every second, he’s in love with you.

As soon as I read the summary, not only did I think it was a clever idea for a series and someone had to do it, but I also knew I'd end up feeling very personally about it. [my review]

Oath in the Moonlight by @jamaisjoons

crown prince!namjoon x cursed maiden!reader / Soulmates AU / fantasy, angst, smut

Because I no longer want just one night. Not if it’s with you.

This is such a rich, fulfilling story, with captivating worldbuilding, dramatic twists, and lots of love. [my review]

Christmas Fix by @yoonia

Taehyung x (f)Reader / Secret Baby!au / S2L, angst, smut, Christmas fic

I suppose this is what people call a Christmas miracle.

I had to leave the most Christmassy fic I've read for the end. Leave it to none other than the Queen to make a new classic filled with drama and plot twists.[my review]

Down Bad by me 💜

Vampire!Jimin x human(f)reader / Soulmate AU / angst, smut

Kissing you was not on the agenda, and it threw him off. How the fuck was he supposed to let go of you now?

I can't review my own fic, but this is my gift to you 🥰🎁✨

[7waystreet]

dirty confessions | kim seokjin

This BTS 18+ explicit series will include 7 diary entries (one from each of the bangtan boys) confessing to the dirty thoughts they have about (y/n) and the sinful sexual acts they've part taken in during their lives.

I kindly ask the reader to start with pt.1 and end with pt.7 since it's a series and will contain overlapping scenarios and characters ♡

✬ foreword pt. 1 — seokjin pt. 2 — yoongi pt. 3 — namjoon pt. 4 — hoseok pt. 5 — jimin pt. 6 — taehyung pt. 7 — jungkook

pt. 1 — seokjin

Dear diary,

I have a confession to make. I can't stop thinking about how badly I want to fuck Namjoon's little sister, (y/n).

I know we're much apart in age, and she is my best friend's sibling after all, which is why everything I'm deeply craving feels so damn wrong at times. But I can't seem to escape the sexual fantasies my horny mind cooks up every single night while I lay restless in bed all alone, nonstop thoughts about my dick pleasuring her until her pussy's dripping wet just for me driving me absolutely fucking insane.

She's still young and in college studying to become a nurse, and now I find myself searching up porn with those curated doctor and patient scenarios, imagining (y/n) giving me a satisfying blowjob in her sexy lil nurse outfit while I lay there shivering on the cold hospital stretcher, looking down at her gagging on my fat cock like the dirty lil slut she is.

It's gotten to the point where I even dream about toying with (y/n)'s tight lil pussy all day long, waking up in hot sweats needing to have to jerk off my load because my hard on refuses to go away otherwise. It fucking hurts the way I get blue balls around her, my boner just won't stop from popping up for hours at a stretch, sometimes even in public places or during schedules when I think of tearing her cunt up while she moans my name and begs for me to fuck her even harder. Aish~ I'm so beyond sexually frustrated.

The other day when I was visiting Namjoon's house, (y/n) was strutting around in her tiniest booty shorts not giving a shit about what anyone thinks about her thick ass hanging out. God, I could almost taste her sweet wet pussy with how she was sitting on the couch, legs casually spread apart like I didn't just wanna be right in between her thighs licking her clit up until she cums all over my mouth in whimpers. If I ever got that sweet taste of her, I'd never want it to leave my lips. It doesn't help how she never wears a bra inside the house either, my eyes always falling down to her perky breasts that poke out of her thin, see through t-shirts, just begging to be bitten and teased with my tongue flicking on her pretty pointy nipples.

I had to put a damn pillow on my lap to hide my raging boner when all I wished was to see her get down on her knees and suck my throbbing cock off with her plump lips around it. How good would her throat feel constricting around my dick as I fuck her mouth, watching her lovingly choke on me until I couldn't take it any more... my sticky cum then drizzling out on her tongue before she swallows it all up with that enticing look she's always got plastered on her stunning face. Fuck, I'm getting so hard just writing this down. I need help.

I actually also have to confess that I did see her naked once (sorry Namjoonah). I was walking out of the restroom in Namjoon's house when my eyes just happened to peek inside the half open door to her bedroom, and there she simply was, completely butt ass naked. I was so stunned that I stood there frozen in shock with my breath snatched away, just admiring her beautiful curves while my cheeks started to get hot, my ears bright red when she finally caught me longingly staring at her ass through the mirror. And guess what she does? She turns around to face me with a cute smile and calls me inside the room with a wave of her hand... and shit, I did go in and close the door like she told me to.

(y/n) began picking out different dresses from her closet and started holding them up to her naked body one by one, asking me if the outfit looks good on her or not. The fucking lil tease. How do I focus on the dress when her perfect round tits sit high on her chest, not to mention the sight of her exposed pussy like that right in front of my itching fingers. All I wanted to do was pump my fingers into her and get her soaking wet, right before I bend her over and thrust my cock deep inside her, stretching her out so good until she cums buckets for me. 

I managed to end up picking out a dress for her and she made me watch as she put it on, then asking me to pull up the zipper in the back, which I of course do. And she has the nerve to push her ass into my pulsing cock to feel how big I am while I remain behind her, simultaneously whispering "You should fuck me sometime" right into my ear as she turns around to give me that piercing eye look. 

Baby, I will until you won't be able to physically walk.

I also need to admit that I did steal a pair of her panties and pocket them while she wasn't looking that time, but I'm truthfully ashamed to write down the things I do with them alone late into the nights so I won't be able to confess to it for now. I'm just so fucking desperate for her pussy and it sucks how she doesn't even know how great I can pleasure her, but she clearly wants a taste of my cock so I'm gonna ask her to come over soon, and I bet she won't deny the offer.

Yah Namjoonah, if you're ever reading this, I hope you know just how sorry I am... but I'm definitely gonna fuck your sister's brains out tonight.

a/n ♡

i imagined seokjin crushing on a younger (y/n) as he's the oldest in bangtan, especially namjoon's sister since their families are close irl and he probably ends up seeing her the most in seoul. 

— the mentioning of searching porn: he's known to being quite active on the internet and constantly being in front of the computer 

— the sexual fantasies he describes having in detail and stealing (y/n)'s panties: he himself has admitted to being kinky and the members have also said he's a pervert in the past

— him calling namjoon "namjoonah" and using words like "yah" "aish~" 

— his speech sounding put together and formal since he's a great host and knows how to formulate words properly, appearing classy even if he's being dirty

[guksfairy]

BITTERSWEET MISTAKE / JJK

ꨄword count: 1.3k

ꨄsong: Not Allowed

ꨄnotes: …just angst honestly…this had been in my drafts for a while and I simply forgot about it :3 enjoy ! 💗

Your eyes are the first thing that catches Jungkook’s attention. He always told you how much he loved and adored your eyes more than anything. He was always able to read them quicker and clearer than anyone. He remembers when you were both in college and you’d get trapped into talking with people you didn’t like. With a simple look to Jungkook he knew to make up an excuse to get you away from the person as soon as possible. He always thought that was endearing. He was your safe space and hero.

Now, your eyes hold tears but they don’t fall. They’re not sad tears, you’re simply feeling emotional. He would know. Jungkook’s eyes begin to scan the rest of your face. Your mouth is bright and beautiful showing Jungkook’s favorite smile. He loved making you smile and laugh. You’d always laugh at his jokes, even though he himself knew that they sucked and wouldn’t even make a yes man laugh, but you did. You adored Jungkook. His jokes always made you giggle and smile.

Scanning lower he sees a necklace. On your first day of the last year of high school Jungkook gave you a promise ring, which you kept on a chain around your neck too afraid to lose it. This year would be the most difficult and stress filled compared to the rest. So the day before school started, and after his shift at the ice cream parlor was over, Jungkook ran over to the jewelry store in the plaza and picked up the custom ring he made you. Made to fit you and your style. He went for something small but enough to show you how much thought he put into this. Engraved on the inside with his and your name as well as the date he gave you the ring. The next day presenting it to you with a bouquet of flowers made from paper that he spent the entire past night making.

“Flowers that’ll never die, like my love and adoration for you,” he would tell you, and you kissed him while telling him how much you loved him and held them against your body.

Much like right now. Your bouquet of white and pastel pink flowers lay against your beautiful ivory shaded wedding dress. Your dad to your side holding back tears that were fighting to fall down his face at the thought of giving his baby girl away.

Jungkook knows the feeling very well. He’s feeling it right now, because when you begin walking down the aisle, smiling at your friends and family, you face forward and continue your path to your future husband. Cha Eunwoo. Walking entirely past Jungkook and his plus one, Jimin. He couldn’t come alone. He wouldn’t be able to hold back. He’d stop you midway and beg you to take him back. That it was all a mistake and to simply hold you or love you one last time would fix everything in him. He didn’t want to come. In fact he had thrown away your wedding invitation that was printed with a picture of you and Eunwoo in a flower field looking like the most elegant people of South Korea.

Until you called him personally, “It would really mean a lot, Jungkook. You were a great part of my life and basically my best friend. We’ve known each other since we were 4,” he could never say no to you. You’d tell him it was one of his greatest weaknesses, he would argue that it was his greatest strength, but now he’s starting to agree with you.

So he got in the car with Jimin the following week and drove to Gangnam where he knew he would only ever feel heartbreak.

Eunwoo’s eyes crinkle with a smile as you finally reach him and your dad jokingly raised two fingers to his eyes and then pointed them to him as if to say ‘I’m watching you’ jokingly. Jungkook and your dad always got along. Your father used to be a musician so he’d bond with him over that. Now Eunwoo is the one who sits in your family home and wins over your siblings and mom every time he plays a song on his guitar.

Before the ceremony can even begin, as Eunwoo’s friend tease him about being the first to get married in their group, Jungkook walks away followed by Jimin. He doesn’t know the layout of this venue but he just can’t be there. He can’t watch you get married to, and love, another man. When Jungkook was 16 and finally got the courage to ask you out, in which you said yes and he was over the moon, he swore to himself that you would be the only one he could envision as his wife. His life partner and the person he wanted to grow old with was you. It never changed. It didn’t change when you both had your first real argument in which he forgot your birthday and instead went to hangout with his friends and you told him you hated him and never wanted to see him again. It didn’t change when you two entered college and there were hundreds of different girls throwing themselves at Jungkook knowing full well he was taken.

It definitely did not change the night he told you he would be taking a job in the states for 2 years under contract and he doesn’t think long distance would be good for either of you. He let you cry into his shoulder that night but promised himself he would try everything to win you back even if you were in a relationship. He didn’t realize he would enjoy working at the company so much that 2 years doubled and quickly turned into 4. With minimal contact between the two of you, Jungkook was more than ecstatic to be back in Korea when the company opened a branch in Seoul. Though nothing could prepare him for the first time seeing you in four years.

A guy’s hands interlocked with your left hand that was now adorned with a shiny ring. He tried to run away so you wouldn’t spot him but it was too late once your face lit up and yelled his name. Dragging Eunwoo to meet Jungkook.

“This is my fiancé, Cha Eunwoo,” you had told him. He swore he couldn’t breathe but tried to keep his composure. Putting on his best smile and shaking his hand. The second you left after telling him how happy you were he was back in Korea, Jungkook ran to the nearest location where he didn’t see many people and let it all out. He had heard of people dying of a broken heart and he swore in that moment that it would be the cause of his death. You looked happier. Your beauty never leaving and in fact your looked even more gorgeous than the last time he saw you. More mature and put together.

He couldn’t hurt you once more with trying to win you back. That day Jungkook broke his own promise to himself and watched from afar. Now standing in front of the venue as the sun shined bright for your special day, Jungkook let it out once more. Falling to the ground Jungkook cried like a kid being hurt for the first time. Jimin’s attempt at comforting him wasn’t helping. His breathing became uneven. This was his fault. Had he came back sooner maybe he could have still had you.

No matter what, you will always be in Jungkook’s heart and mind. He just hoped he was still in yours.

You don’t know how long I could stare into your picture

And wish that it was me

I guess it’s different ‘cause you love him

[magic-shop-stories]

Would you be able to write something ot7 based on how they would be in an arranged marriage (both consenting to the marriage but just maybe not super happy about it at first or maybe they are but are awkward or however you want to do it.) Maybe like a head cannon? I really love the ones that you’ve written. Maybe some angst, some fluff, cuteness, smut. It’s okay if you can’t. I look forward to reading your work in the future either way!

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Hi there! 💜 Thank you so much for this brilliant request... OT7 arranged marriage? YES, my brain is already spinning with drama, reluctant pining, and chaotic bonding moments. I’ll dive into angsty tensions (looking at you, Yoongi), awkward fluff (Jin’s "worldwide handsome" wedding meltdowns), and eventual OT7 devotion... ahhh my head!!!. I hope you like it... it’s been a blast to write! Thank you for inspiring this chaos! 🖤

NOTE:IMPORTANT! Due to Tumblr’s persistent "processing error" (RIP my sanity), I couldn’t post the full OT7 arranged marriage headcanons in one go without the draft self-destructing, so I split it up not wanting to not post...

THIS POST = Hyung Line (Namjoon, Jin, Yoongi, Hobi

Maknae Line (Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook) in extra post

Apologies for the hassle! Blame Tumblr’s coding demons, not your sleep depreeved girl that tried to get help from tumblr support for almsot three days (RIP)

LINK TO MAKNAE LINE POST

Warnings: themes of arranged/forced unions, dark political intrigue, family manipulation, heavy emotional distress/internal conflict, explicit content (light smut), subtle violence/domestic tension, corporate and academic power plays

Arranged Marriage Headcanons (AU) (Angst/Fluff/Smut Mix)

NAMJOON = RELUCTANT HEIR & HIS UNLIKELY MUSE

“You think I’m a disaster? Wait till you see my heart.”

WHY THE MARRIAGE HAPPENED

Political Context

your family owns a tech empire on the brink of collapse

Namjoon’s lineage controls a global network of libraries and academic institutions

your union merges knowledge and innovation to outmaneuver rivals

Your Reason

you agreed to protect your younger sibling from being forced into the marriage instead

Namjoon’s Reason

his father’s dying wish

“Preserve our legacy. Even if it costs you your freedom.”

THE WEDDING

= CLASH OF WORLDS

Your Attire

sleek, modern gown

holographic train (nod to your family’s tech roots)

Namjoon’s Attire

navy hanbok with a frayed hem

“It’s my grandmother’s. She… believed in love. I don’t.”

Location

library-turned-venue

books stacked into aisles

other BTS members sit in the front row:

Jin mouths “You’ll be fine!” 

discreetly flipping off a scowling uncle

Yoongi mutters, “This is dystopian.”

slips you a flask of whiskey

Jungkook frowns at his tie

Hobi adjusts it for him

Jimin squeezes your hand before you walk the aisle

Taehyung sketches the scene

captioning it “Two Strangers & A Thousand Books.”

Vows

You: “I promise not to sell your books. Even the boring ones.” Namjoon: “I… promise to try not to set the lab on fire. Again.” 

nervous smirk

crowd laughs awkwardly

Reception

you hide in a bathroom stall

Namjoon finds you

knees pulled to your chest

You: “This is a mistake. ”Namjoon: “Probably. But mistakes make the best footnotes.”

offers his hand

“Dance with me? The DJ’s playing Debussy.”

EARLY DAYS

= TENSION & TEA STAINS

Mansion

fusion of your tech (holographic walls, AI assistants)

his chaos (leaning bookshelves, half-dead bonsais)

First Fight

over the thermostat

You: “Why is it so low? Are you preserving yourself?!” Namjoon: “Cold air helps me think! And your robots keep judging me!”

glares at your hovering drone

Members’ Meddling

Jin “accidentally” sends you both to a couples’ spa

Namjoon gets mud-mask in his hair

you laugh for the first time in weeks

Yoongi leaves a playlist called “Songs for Idiots Who Can’t Communicate.”

Taehyung gifts a shared journal: 

“Write to each other. Or draw dicks. Whatever.”

Breaking Point

Namjoon works through the night, ignoring you

you snap, throwing his Plato anthology out the window

You: “Marry your books next time!” Namjoon: “I did! But they don’t yell at me!”

Silence!!!

he mumbles then

 “…But they also don’t make me want to be better.”

TURNING POINTS

= PAPERBACK ROMANCE

Storm

power outage

you find him in the dark

he's reciting Rumi to calm himself

you join in, voice shaking

he whispers: “You’re… good at this.”

Lab Incident

you collaborate on an AI project

he breaks your prototype

fixes it with a makeshift solution

it's so genius you kiss him mid-rant

Journal

you doodle a robot holding a flower

he writes back: 

“Metaphor for us? Fragile, but… growing.”

INTIMACY

= NERVOUS HANDS, BURNING PAGES

First Kiss

after he quotes Pablo Neruda at 2 a.m.

you cut him off

pressing him against a bookshelf

“Poetry later.” 

Namjoon: “I—I’ve never… I mean, I’ve read about….” You: “Let’s write about it instead.”

Smutty Moments

his clumsiness dissolves into precision when he’s focused

maps your body like a forgotten text

murmuring, “Here… you shiver. Why?”

lets you take control

surprises you with sudden confidence

pinning you to his desk, glasses askew

“I’m a quick study.”

he wraps you in his oversized sweater

reads Vonnegut aloud until you sleep

HOW IT ENDS

Five Years Later

you convert the mansion into a free tech/library hub for students

members visit often:

Jin teaches cooking classes

“Step one: don’t let Joon near the stove!”

Jungkook and Hobi build a VR poetry garden

Tae paints a mural of you and Namjoon

you as a warrior, him as a scholar, back-to-back

Namjoon’s Vows (Renewal Ceremony): “You were the footnote that became the whole story.” You: “And you’re the disaster I’d choose a thousand times.”

Final

chases your toddler through the library

both laughing

Jimin whispers: “Who knew Captain Chaos could be such a dad?”  Yoongi: “Shut up. They’re cute.”

JIN = RELUCTANT PRINCE & HIS UNEXPECTED DUET

“You think I’m just a pretty face? Sweetheart, I’m the whole damn symphony.”

WHY THE MARRIAGE HAPPENED

Political Context

your family (old-money hotel tycoons) needed Jin’s royal-blooded lineage

= a literal prince from a dissolved monarchy

needed him to revive their global reputation

his family, in turn, craved modern wealth to fund their cultural preservation projects

Your Reason

to save your father’s empire from bankruptcy

Jin’s Reason

to protect his brother from being forced into the marriage

“He’s too soft for this shit.” 

signing the contract with a flourish

“I’ll handle it. I always do.”

THE WEDDING

= SPARKLES, SARCASM, AND SECRET TEARS

Your Attire

champagne-colored gown with a 15-foot train

= your mother’s choice

feeling more like a chandelier than a bride

Jin’s Attire

custom ivory tuxedo

actual Swarovski crystals sewn into the lapels

“If I’m a pawn, I’ll be the shiniest pawn in history.”

smirks, adjusting his cufflinks

Location

historic palace ballroom

BTS members are your reluctant bridal party:

Yoongi as the “flower guy”

chucks petals like baseballs

Hobi accidentally trips the DJ’s cord

switching the march song to “Dynamite”

Jungkook spills wine on your toxic aunt

“Oops. Gravity’s a bitch.”

Namjoon gives a rambling speech about “love as a societal construct” 

Jimin steals the mic

Taehyung photobombs every picture

Vows

You: “I vow not to murder you in your sleep. Even if you deserve it.” Jin: “I vow to keep my handsomeness at a manageable level… which is impossible, but I’ll try.” 

crowd groans

he winks

Reception

Jin drags you onto the balcony

both suffocating from the fakeness

You: “This is hell.” Jin: “Hell has a open bar and a photo booth. Lighten up.” 

plucks a rose from a centerpiece

tucking it behind your ear

“You look better when you’re not pretending to smile.”

EARLY DAYS

= EGO CLASHES & EMOTIONAL ESPRESSO MACHINES

Penthouse

luxury high-rise with floor-to-ceiling windows

Jin’s side is spotless

yours looks like a tornado hit a tech conference

First Fight

over his “no carbs after 8 PM” rule

You: “You’re not my personal trainer!” Jin: “And you’re not my wife! Oh wait...”

he freezes

you slam the door

he spends the night serenading your locked room with “Epiphany” until security is called

Members’ Meddling:

Hobi forces you both into couple’s karaoke

Jin belts “Yours” with dramatic vibrato

you accidentally harmonize

Jimin gifts matching pajamas

“Argue in style, losers.”

Yoongi sends a text

“Just bang it out. Literally.”

Breaking Point

Jin hosts a lavish dinner to impress your parents

you catch him re-plating your homemade dumplings into fancy china

You: “Why? My cooking not good enough for Prince Perfect?” Jin: “No! I just… didn’t want them to criticize you.” 

his voice cracks

“I know what that feels like.”

TURNING POINTS

= FROM PAGEANTRY TO PARTNERS

Midnight Kitchen

you find him stress-baking at 3 a.m.

flour in his hair

“I… don’t know how to be real with you." 

you help him fold dumplings

hands brushing

“Start here."

Scandal

Paparazzi photos of him clubbing surface

he panics

you shut it down

“We were both there. Dancing badly. Next question.” 

he stares

“Why defend me?”  “Because you’re mine to tease. Not theirs.”

Gift

buys you a vintage gaming console after overhearing you rant about childhood nostalgia

“I’m not trying to be sweet. It was on sale.”

INTIMACY

= VANITY MELTED INTO VULNERABILITY

First Kiss

after he wins a gaming battle

gloating: “Bow to your king.” 

you yank his collar

silencing him

he melts

whispering: “Okay, you win. But I’m still prettier.”

Smutty Moments

his confidence is infuriatingly hot

undoes his shirt one button at a time

smirk never fading

“Like what you see? It’s a limited edition.”

when you trace the scar on his hip (a childhood accident), he flinches

“I don’t… show people that.” 

you kiss it

“Now it’s my favorite part.”

morning after:

cooks pancakes shaped like his face

“So you never forget who’s really in charge.”

HOW IT ENDS

Five Years Later

you co-own a Michelin-starred restaurant

him in the kitchen

you handling tech

members are “taste-testers”:

Jungkook challenges Jin to eat a ghost pepper

Jin win

then cries into your shoulder

Taehyung paints a mural of Jin as a “Grecian God of Noodles.”

Yoongi invests

muttering: “Only because the kimchi pancakes are decent.”

Jin’s Vows (Renewal Ceremony)

“I used to think love was a performance. You taught me it’s… a really messy duet.” 

slips a ring made from a broken crystal off his wedding tux

“Perfectly imperfect. Like us.”

You: “Still a drama king.” Jin: “And you’re still my favorite audience.”

Final

carries your toddler on his shoulders through the restaurant

both wearing mini chef hats

Jimin snaps a pic for Instagram: 

“Worldwide Handsomest Appa 💜.”

YOONGI =  BROKEN MAESTRO & HIS UNLIKELY SYMPHONY

“You want my heart? Dig through the rubble first.”

WHY THE MARRIAGE HAPPENED

Political Context

merger between Seoul’s oldest underground music empire (Yoongi’s family, the Min Syndicate)

your family’s cutting-edge tech conglomerate

alliance ensures dominance over rival factions trying to monopolize the city’s cultural soul

your family gets street cred

his gets financial leverage

Your Reason

to protect your startup from being crushed by corporate sharks

Yoongi’s Reason

to shield hisolder brother and girlfriend from a life of debt and danger

“He’s a pianist, not a pawn,” 

Yoongi growls signing the contract

cigarette dangling from his lips

“I’ll be the villain. Always am.”

WEDDING

= SMOKE, SILENCE, AND A SCAR

Your Attire

black velvet gown with a high collar

designed to hide the mic transmitter sewn into the hem

= wedding gift from your engineers

Yoongi’s Attire

charcoal suit, no tie, sleeves rolled to his elbows

later (after unbuttoning his shirt) revealing a scar on his shoulder

when you ask about it, he snaps

“None of your business.”

Location

renovated warehouse in Mapo-gu

chains hang from the ceiling

draped with fairy lights

BTS members linger like shadows:

Jin heckles Yoongi: 

“You look constipated. Smile, Your Grumpiness!”

Hobi nervously rearranges the altar candles

Jimin stops him

“Hyung, they’re not Lego.”

Taehyung scribbles lyrics on the program

Jungkook pockets a steak knife (just in case)

Namjoon gives a speech quoting Kierkegaard: 

“Life isn’t a problem to be solved, but..” 

Yoongi cuts him off: 

“Save it, Plato.”

Vows

You: “I vow not to hack your studio. Unless you deserve it.” Yoongi: “I vow to… exist. That’s all you’re getting.”

Reception

he disappears

you find him on the rooftop, nursing a flask

staring at the scarred skyline

You: “Regretting this already?” Yoongi: “Regret implies I had a choice.” 

offers the flask

Yoongi: “Whiskey?” You: “I prefer soju.” Yoongi (smirking): “Figures. You’re trouble.”

EARLY DAYS

= WAR ZONE WITH A SOUNDTRACK

Loft

concrete bunker with a studio booth, neon signs

your tech sprawled across a steel desk

his side smells like smoke and espresso

yours like solder and ambition

First Fight

over noise complaints

You: “Your bass shakes the damn walls at 3 a.m.!” Yoongi: “Your robots sound like dying cats. Fix them.”

Compromise

he produces a track titled “STFU (Sweetheart, This Frequency)” 

he blasts it

you retaliate by hacking his speakers to play “Nyan Cat” on loop

Members’ Meddling

Jimin leaves a “Romance for Dummies” playlist:

Track 1: “I Need U” (acoustic)

Yoongi deletes it

you recover it

Jin sends a “Couples’ Survival Kit”

= bandaids, earplugs, and a “Worldwide Handsome” facemask

Yoongi burns the mask

Taehyung paints a mural of you both as rival superheroes

Yoongi begrudgingly hangs it in the hallway

Breaking Point

you overhear him arguing with a loan shark on the phone

“Touch my brother and I’ll end you.” 

later, he works until his hands bleed

you storm in

slamming a first-aid kit on his desk

You: “You’re not a martyr. Stop acting like one.” Yoongi: “What do you care?” You (yanking his chair around): “Because I hate wasted potential. Even yours.”

TURNING POINTS

= CRACKS IN THE ARMOR

Scar Story

comes home shirtless

fresh from a fight

shoulder scar raw

you clean his wounds silently

he finally confesses

“I got it at 19. Accident, later took a knife for my brother. Worth it.”

Collab

you design a synth program for his mixtape

he grumbles: “Don’t fuck it up." 

stays up with you for 48 hours

when it’s done, he mutters, “…Not bad.” 

high praise

Nightmare

wakes screaming from a panic attack

you don’t ask

just hold him

he tenses

then collapses into your arms

“Don’t… tell anyone.” 

INTIMACY

= ROUGH EDGES, HIDDEN TENDERNESS

First Kiss

you beat him at Mario Kart

he slams his controller

“Bullshit. You cheated.”

you lean in

“Cry about it.” 

he kisses you like a man starved

all teeth and desperation

“Happy?”  “Getting there.” 

you smirk

Smutty Moments

his touch is intense

almost angry

bites your lip

grips your hips hard enough to bruise

when you trace his scar, he stills

whispering: “Careful. That’s… my weak spot.”

mornings after

= he’s gone before dawn

but leaves a coffee on your desk (creamer ratio perfect)

catches you humming his melody

“You… like it?” 

you shrug

“It’s okay.” 

he hides a smile

“Yeah. Okay.”

HOW IT ENDS

Five Years Later

you co-found SugaTech

= hybrid music-tech empire

loft is now a studio where street kids learn production

members are regulars:

Hobi teaches dance breaks

Jin judges ramen cook-offs

Jungkook films a docu-series: 

“Min Yoongi: Grump with a Gold Heart.” 

Yoongi threatens to sue

Namjoon hosts poetry slams

Yoongi “accidentally” plays trap beats over them

Yoongi’s Vows (Renewal Ceremony): 

“I don’t believe in fate. But you? You’re a glitch in the system I can’t delete.”

You: “Still a romantic, I see.” Yoongi: “Shut up. And… thanks. For not giving up.”

Final

cradles your newborn daughter

her tiny fist gripping his pinky

Jimin coos: “Uncle Yoongi’s a softie!” 

Yoongi flips him off

but kisses her forehead

“Don’t tell anyone, kid.”

J-HOPE = SUNSHINE WARRIOR & HIS SHADOWED HEART

“You want the real me? Brace yourself, it’s not all confetti and glitter.”

WHY THE MARRIAGE HAPPENED

Political Context

your family (philanthropists rebuilding war-torn regions) needed Hobi’s family

= a dynasty of cultural ambassadors

to legitimize their global outreach

his clan was drowning in debt from funding art festivals

the marriage merges hope and hustle

Your Reason

to shield your NGO from being dismantled by corrupt officials

Hobi’s Reason

to protect his family’s dance studio from foreclosure

“We'd rather die than lose it.” 

signing the papers with a too-bright smile

“So… let’s dance through hell together, yeah?”

WEDDING

= PERFORMANCE WITH CRACKED MASK

Your Attire

fiery red gown with a detachable skirt

for “emergency escapes.”

you joke about it

Hobi’s Attire

gold-tailored suit, sequined gloves

shoes that click when he walks

“Gotta shine, even in the dark.”

his knuckles whiten around a stress ball

Location

renovated theater in Busan

BTS members are co-conspirators:

Jin hijacks the DJ booth

blasting “Chicken Noodle Soup” and "Super Tuna"

Yoongi mans the bar

slipping extra shots into Hobi’s lemonade

“Liquid courage”

Jimin choreographs the bridal party’s entranc

Taehyung trips

Jungkook backflips to cover it

Namjoon accidentally sets the floral arch on fire

“Symbolic… of passion?” 

Vows

You: “I vow to never dull your sparkle. Even when it’s blinding.” Hobi: “I vow to… keep smiling. For both of us.” 

his voice wavers

Reception

drags you into a storage closet

collapsing against the wall

You: “You’re shaking.”Hobi: “Adrenaline. I’m fine.”

he laughs, hollow

“Always fine.” 

you press a hand to his chest

his heartbeat races

“…Liar.”

EARLY DAYS

= SUNSHINE STORMS

Penthouse

minimalist space splashed with neon art

his dance studio takes up half the living room

your NGO blueprints cover the kitchen table

First Fight

over his relentless optimism

You: “Stop saying ‘It’ll work out!’ when it won’t!” Hobi: “What do you want me to do? Cry? Scream? Would that make you feel better?!”

slams the door

then returns with tea

“…Sorry. Habit.”

Members’ Meddling

Jimin signs you up for salsa classes

Hobi’s grin slips when you stumble

J-Hope: “You’re… not a dancer, huh?”  You: “Not everyone’s a prodigy.” 

you snap

he freezes

Taehyung paints a mural of you both as sun and storm clouds

Hobi stares at it for hours.

Jin sends a “Fight Clean!” kit

= boxing gloves and herbal tea

“Hit each other safely!”

Breaking Point

you find him practicing a routine at 3 a.m.

shirt soaked, eyes bloodshot

You: “You’ll collapse.” Hobi: “I have to be perfect. For Army, for the family, for y..." You (grabbing his wrists): “For who? Me? I didn’t marry perfection. I married you.” 

he crumples

TURNING POINTS

= RAINBOWS AFTER RAIN

Panic Attack

he hyperventilates before a charity gala

you drag him to a bathroom

wiping his smudged eyeliner

“Breathe. Just… be Hoseok tonight.”

Dance

teaches you a simple waltz

“Stop counting steps. Feel the music.” 

you sway, foreheads touching

“See? You’re a natural.”

Truth

confesses his family’s debts

“I’m not the hero they think I am.” 

you show him your NGO’s failures

“We’re both faking it. Let’s… fake it together.”

INTIMACY

= FIERY RHYTHMS, QUIET TRUTHS

First Kiss

after he wins an award for his charity work

he’s mid-speech, voice cracking

you pull him backstage and kiss him fiercely

“You don’t have to perform for me.”

Smutty Moments

his passion is electric

hands gripping your waist

hips moving like he’s choreographing your bodies

“Keep up” 

he smirks, but his eyes beg "Don’t let go"

he traces your scars (physical, emotional)

“Beautiful.The cracks… they let the light in.”

catches you dancing badly to his playlist

“Cute.” 

he teases you

later joining in

“But here... let me lead.”

HOW IT ENDS

Five Years Later

you co-run a community center

dance classes upstairs

crisis counseling downstairs

members are family:

Jungkook teaches parkour

Yoongi funds music therapy

Jimin and Tae host monthly “Dance Away the Pain” nights

Namjoon writes grants

Jin cooks endless kimchi stew for everyone for free

Hobi’s Vows (Renewal Ceremony)

“I used to think love was a performance. You taught me it’s… a freestyle. Messy. Real.” 

slips a ring made from his familys old studio key

“Home is wherever we’re both… us.”

You: “Still cheesy.” Hobi (grinning through tears): “But you love it.”

Final

he spins your daughter in the studio

her giggles echoing

Jimin films it

Hobi posts it with “#DaddyHobi”

then immediately deletes it

he's blushing

“That stays in the vault!”

JIMIN/TAEHYUNG/JUNGKOOK in extra post

[littlemisskookie]

Crocodile Tears: Chapter 1

Crocodile Tears: Index Ship: Stoner!Reader | Stoner!Jungkook  Description: You accidentally eat brownies with aphrodisiacs in them. Even worse one of your asshole friends catch you reading smut to cope, and decides to airdrop your collection of your dirtiest fantasies to the rest of the house. Just your luck. Warnings: Dub-Con, Free Use, Degradation, Humiliation, Dom!Jungkook, Sub!Reader, Step-Sibling Roleplay, Choking, Slapping, High Sex, Intercourse, Jungkook is super mean, Cumplay, Creampie, Oral (f. receiving), Fingering, Squirting, Sex-Toy? (They do it on a drying machine), Dirty Talk, Name Calling, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Dumbification, Lots of Manhandling, Spanking, Kink Shaming?, PWP, dear god this is a lot Word Count: 3,281 A/N: Here it is. Pure Filth.

You stared blankly at the balcony door, mind whirring with possibilities as to what your fate could be. Your mind flashed back to every time one of the guys’ eyes lingered on you too long, or every moment of heated tension you had with them. Just today you were locking eyes with Jungkook as he knelt before you on the couch and prepared a wax bong for you; the moment felt so intimate despite the fact it was simply stoner etiquette. You had also ended up shotgunning your hit to Yoongi, who had turned your chin towards him so you could properly aim the smoke between his parted lips. Or when you had dug into Jin’s pocket for his lighter, oh lord, you really had been nothing but a tease since you stepped through the door. How could you resist, though? Hot stoner boys were your weakness admittedly. Still, you didn’t think this would be the way you’d have to address it.

Oh god, they’re going to know what a depraved freak you are! The content you had saved flashed across your mind, each tag and topic more raunchy than the last. To have your most dark fantasies on display and exposed to- you didn’t even know who!- was undoubtedly an absolute nightmare. 

Fuck Park Jimin, conniving fox of a man, taking his teasing with you so far as to put you into this predicament for his own amusement! You would’ve never guessed he had such a sadistic streak. You would’ve pegged Hoseok as more of the type.

You weighed your options. Option 1.) jump off the balcony and plunge to your indisputable death. That seemed very reasonable. Option 2.) stay on the balcony forever and ever. Didn’t seem likely. Option 3.) be a big girl and get into the house. What you’d do once you get inside is yet to be decided. Baby steps.

You spent far too much time merely stressing out and pondering over your options. Ultimately you took in a deep breath and hesitantly (reluctantly) go for Option 3. You tried to reassure yourself that it wouldn’t be nearly as bad and nerve wracking as your anxious mind is making it out to be. What could possibly happen?

You kept those words in mind as you closed the door as quietly as you could behind you. You snuck past the living room as best you could, still too scared to face the possibilities head on with confrontation. Jimin was no where to be found, as were a few of the other guys.

You almost allowed yourself to take a breath of relief, believing yourself to be in the clear, when you felt a surprising weight on your shoulders. Your eyes flashed to the inked arm, the identity immediately revealed. Your gripped onto the arm slung around you, face whipping around to face Jungkook. Your heart is leaping out of your chest, the gears in your mind spinning, when Jungkook smiles. It disarms you. Despite his bad boy appearance and sexual charm, that bunny-like grin just seemed so innocent. He couldn’t possibly be one of the ones who knows. 

“Hey Y/N, been looking everywhere for ya!” He tugs you along, bicep curling closer to your neck, his muscles bulging slightly. You let yourself be dragged away, your eyes locked in on his arm as you thought about how nice it’d be to sink your teeth in. “Where’ve ya been?”

“Oh you know… smoking outside,” you murmur, trying to act as normal as you could. Was Jungkook one of the people who opened the airdrop? 

He seemed to be acting normally enough, his usual overly touchy and friendly self. It made sense for Jungkook to be the first one to find you. After all, he was probably the most attentive to you. You wondered how attentive he would be in other scenarios.“How ya feelin’?”

“Oh?” You’re pooled out of your thoughts of lust, the hazy, dark cloud in your eyes temporarily clearing as you try to keep up with Jungkook, your feet stumbling beneath you.  Jungkook looked down at you fondly, pinching your cheek to annoy you. You stare up into his eyes, trying to search for the truth in his eyes, but finding your mind wandering to indecent places again. After all, his eyes were rather distracting.

“Y’know, with the brownies you ate?” 

“Oh, I-I’m fineeee,” you drawled out the words, squeezing his arm assuringly, doing your best to seem as casual as you could. You didn’t want to give it away that you were on the brink. “Don’t worry about me, Kookie.” You hope the cute nickname would throw him off your trail if that were the case.

“Really?” His smile suddenly looked more sadistic, a knowing glint in his eye. It’s his tone that sent chills down your back. It was his ‘I’m gonna call you out on your shit’ tone, the teasingly accept a dare tone, the prepare yourself tone. Before you know it you’re pulled into a room down the hallway. It was a laundry room, the washer and dryer both already on and filled with laundry. Before you could question your scenery change, Jungkook’s let you go and closed the door behind him. “Something tells me you’re lying.”

“W-What do you mean?” You couldn’t help but flush as you stammer out the words, as though you were clearly guilty. 

Jungkook’s smirk looked practically sinister, and you feel the color drain from your face as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. Your heart dropped into your stomach. “Is this blog not yours, Y/N?”

“N-No,” you blurted out, denying it outright despite how clearly he could see through you.

“No?” He snickered at that, pulling up the blog, letting it stare you in the face. You tried to move away, but his arm juts out beside you, trapping you against the linen closet. You jumped as you feel the wood against your back, Jungkook’s bright screen glaring at you with malice. “But it’s got your name right in the bio. And it was airdropped from your phone.”

“What a coincidence,” you murmured, biting your lip as you blatantly lie. Your voice was quivering. You’ve never been a very good liar.

Jungkook’s scowl only deepened, and his hand gripped your jaw, forcing you to look up at him in the eye. “I wouldn’t recommend lying to me, little girl.” You shuddered at that, hands wrapping around his wrist, nails slightly digging in as you whimpered in his hold. “You’re going to tell me the truth now, aren’t you, stupid girl?” Your head was roughly jerked up and down in his hold to nod yes. He chuckled at that. “Good girl. Now, is this your dirty little blog, Y/N?”

You closed your eyes, not wanting to look up at him in embarrassment. “Yes.”

“Look at me,”  Jungkook sneered, hand slightly tapping against your face in punishment. Your eyes shot up to his once again at his command. “Act like a big girl, why don’t you?” 

“Yes, it’s mine,” you admitted, lip trembling between your teeth. 

“Why didn’t you show me this before, baby? You should’ve shown me your little fantasies sooner.”

“Because it’s embarrassing!” you practically whined in frustration.

“Embarrass yourself for me then.” The words were an intimate purr against your ear, enticing you with the seemingly outrageous demand. “In fact, you should be embarrassed. I thought you were a good girl. Good girls don’t want to get fucked like that. You don’t want me to treat you like a good girl, huh?” His chuckle sent chills down your spine. “Don’t worry, I got the message, loud and clear.”

“I didn’t m-mean for you to-“

“To what? Discover you’re a perverted little slut? I mean look at this.” The screen was brought back to your attention. Clearly Jungkook wasn’t going to let this go, too excited about shaming you for his amusement. He snickered in your face, enjoying how you writhed beneath him in embarrassment with no where to escape. The different tags scrolled past on his screen, each one making you want to curl in on yourself in humiliation. “Wolf fucking? Stalkers? Step-Brother?” He finally placed his phone down on top of a countertop, and you’re allowed only a sigh of relief that was over with when he’s grinding against you, his hard on pressing against your thigh. Your eyes widened as you felt how big he was against you.“You touched that cunt to the idea of having a step brother rail the shit out of you? Gross little slut. You really get off on this sick shit like a fucking freak?”

You felt your cheeks burned as you thought of all the fanfictions you saved of stepbrothers teaching their bratty little sisters a lesson, fucking them like they were nothing more than toys to be degraded for fun. You regretted waiting so long out the balcony. Who knows how much time Jungkook had to scroll through your personal stash and discover your greatest weaknesses. He was basically a living wet dream, acting out the depraved fantasies you’ve only been able to imagine before. The fact that Jungkook had seen it and chose this specific scenario to use it against you only made you more hot and bothered, attempting to rub your thighs together as Jungkook further intimidated you.

Your hands reached up to grip his shirt, wanting to bury your face against the cloth to hide your embarrassment. Jungkook was cruel, however, gripping your chin again to force you to look up at him. You looked so docile and submissive in his grasp, his large hand enveloping your chin, causing your lips to form a cute pout as you stared up at him with big doe eyes.“Did you?”

“Yes…” you shamefully confessed.

“Little pervert,” Jungkook hissed, lips pressing against your neck, harshly nipping against the sensitive skin. “Don’t you think that’s a bit cliché, Y/N? I didn’t know you were this dirty.” His hands stroked beneath your shirt, fingers teasing the underside of your breasts, his thumb tracing the curve underneath. His lips slid up against the shell of your ear.“I guess I get it, though. If you were my step-sister I’d be sneaking into your room every night to eat your little cunt while you slept. I’d be finger fucking you under the table every family dinner and fucking you on every surface of the house. I’d be fucking you seven days a week, every hour, every second. You’d be my personal slut.”

You gasped at that, and Jungkook took the opportunity to slip his thumb into your mouth, his other hand pinching on your nipple, the pull rough enough to sting pleasurably. “You want that, Y/N? Like the idea of me fucking you like the bratty little step-sister you want to be so badly?”

You moaned against the thumb in your mouth, causing Jungkook to grin. “Shame Namjoon’s machines are busy. Otherwise I could have you get ‘stuck’ and fuck you without you being able to do anything about it.” He slipped his thumb out and dove in, mouth against yours to devour your moans. Your knees went weak as you felt his tongue slip into your mouth, dominating yours with ease. Jungkook was an exceptional kisser, a talent that was rare to come by. It left no room for question. He pulled away to let you catch your breath, still swept up in the sensation of the kiss. “But I think I have another idea…”

He pulled your arms up to wrap around his neck, giving you little warning as he roughly started to tug down your shorts and panties in one go. You gripped onto his broad shoulders, burying your face in his neck and squealing quietly. Jungkook’s palm enveloped your pussy, feeling the warm heat radiating against his palm. He ground the heel of his palm against you, enjoying the expressions you were making. “‘Course this pussy gets wet from this shit. Stupid slut getting all worked up?” He manhandled you, picking you up to sit on top of the rattling dryer, the vibrations giving pleasure against your wet cunt. Your hips jumped at being stimulated so much so quickly, but Jungkook’s hands pinned you down, making sure you felt every bit. His nose brushed against yours, watching your pitiful expression carefully and wickedly grinning as he watched you suffer, not letting you lift even a centimeter. “Say the line.”

“W-What?”

“That cheesy, corny line in the disgusting step-sibling porn you like,” Jungkook scoffed condescendingly, rolling his eyes in annoyance and lightly slapping your face again. “Say it if you want your precious step-brother to dick you down the way you’ve always wanted.”

Tears sprung at the corners of your eyes as you trembled on top of the dryer, Jungkook’s grip holding you firm. You internally cringed from the humiliation Jungkook was making you endure, his sadism milking every moment he could to watch you squirm in embarrassment for him. “W-What’re you d-doing step-b-bro?”

Jungkook laughed at that, a cruel howl that made you even more flushed. “You really do sound like a pornstar, Y/N. You should be proud.” His thumb slides down to your clit, the added pressure also vibrating against your core. “Say thank you.”

“T-Thank youuuu,” you rode out your orgasm, shaking as you slump against Jungkook, gripping onto his shoulders for support.

His nose nuzzled into your hair, hands dragging you closer to the edge of the dryer. He pulled your legs apart, angling your hips up to reveal your bare pussy to him. You moaned out when he slaps his hand against your mound. His palm pressed against your mouth, muffling your cry as he scowled at you. ��Want our parents to hear what a slut you are? Shut the fuck up.”

He plunged two fingers into you, the digits vibrating as he curled them against your sweet spot. Your eyes were almost crossing, still feeling sensitive from your previous orgasm. You tried to moan out his name from under his palm, but he pressed it harder against you. “You’re a big girl, right? Then fucking take it.”

You’re forced to submit to his punishing pace, moan suppressed as he moved his fingers consume all of your senses. Watching his tatted forearm flex before you in an effort to make you cum was such a turn on. You bent to his whims, fluids spilling from you as you squirted, your legs spasming. Jungkook got wet in the process, a large wet spot covering the lower part of his shirt. Looks like there was more laundry to be done. He cursed under his breath, yanking his fingers out to rub his fingers quickly over your clit, making you whine. “Messy little slut. Got everything fucking dirty.” 

He dipped down to give a few licks to your swollen pussy, making you cringe in overstimulation. Your thighs tense and twitch near his head, but his grip is too firm, not allowing you to close them together. He bullied his way between your legs, thumbs parting your folds to properly inspect your twitching and swollen cunt. “Jungkook, please, want…”

“Want what?” He dove his tongue into your pussy, your sensitive walls twitching around the wet muscle. “Want more? Want someone to catch you riding your step brother’s face because you couldn’t shut up like I told you to? Want to cum on my tongue and let me use you? Those sex brownies still have you horny after you squirted for me?”

“Want your cock,” your fingers curled around his locks, whining as you felt him toy with you a bit more.

“Yeah? Need it?” He licked you a little more until he was satisfied before coming up and kissing you, forcing you to taste yourself of his tongue. He pulled back, lips ghosting over yours teasingly. “Need your step-brother’s cock in your little pussy?”

“So much,” you begged, nodding as you grabbed his face, locking lips. “Want your cum.”

He growled out at that, quickly dragging you off the dryer with little patience, roughly twisting you around and bending you over it. “Nasty little bitch, begging for cum without being asked. Fucking greedy.” 

You shook your hips when you felt him against your entrance, but it only earned you a stinging spank to the ass for your impatience. You couldn’t help it, though, your body throbbing with need that only Jungkook could fulfill. Jungkook bent down to have his chest press against your back, hand coming to the front of your neck to squeeze lightly. “Here’s the dick you craved so badly, dumb slut.”

It was a tight push into you, but the feeling of having him fill you up so completely was so worth the delicious stretch. Your head went dizzy as Jungkook’s grip tightened, hissing as he adjusted to the feeling of you wrapped around him. “Fuck!” He cursed, slapping your ass as you squealed and sunk down deeper on his cock. “Of course you get this wet over being used like a fucking toy. Should’ve known you were a whore, I would’ve dicked you down the way you deserved sooner.”

He tenderly kissed you, hips pulling back as he begins to thrust into you. His hand glided up to your jaw, keeping you in place as he devoured you, hungrily swallowing every whimper and moan that escaped your lips. And he called you the greedy one. “Take my cock so fucking good,” he mumbled against your lips. “Knew a dumb slut like you was good for something.”

You nodded along, feeling yourself get closer to the edge with his degradation. “Am I the first one to fuck this slutty pussy so far?” he questioned, growling out the words as he focused on battering the sweet spot inside you.

“Yes, y-you-“

“Good,” he grunted. “Your step brother should be the first one to feel how tight this wet cunt is. It’s my right.”

“Yes, it is!” You whined against him, rolling your hips against his. “J-Jungkook-“

“Gonna cum again? Horny fucking slut.” His digits travelled down to toy with your clit. “Fucking cum then while I fill you up, pretty.”

You let go, shaking beneath Jungkook as your orgasm washed over you. You felt the strange, warm sensation of Jungkook’s cum painting your walls white. Quickly, he turned you around, yanking out his cock to give the last few strokes, spreading your legs before cumming on your swollen pussy, covering your folds in cum. He let his cock stroke against you, smearing the cum against you, making you bite your lip in arousal. Feeling it drip out of you and smeared on top of you felt super degrading, like you were just something for him to dump his load on.

As if to further his point, he plunged his fingers inside, watching the milky white substance coat his fingers along with your slick. He wiped his fingers against your cum covered skin, smearing it on you to dirty you further, biting his lip as he admired his art work.

Jungkook kissed you slowly, kisses soft, calming you down as you both came down from your respective highs. He was practically the only thing holding you up, his arms wrapped around you tightly as you processed the intensity of what you just did. His hands ran over your trembling body, helping to bring you down to Earth.

“Fuck,” Jungkook muttered under his breath, gazing at your fucked out expression. “Knew you were a little freak.”

[jungkoode]

CODE : EPITAPH

-˚ a story about blood debts, survival instincts & the cost of hatred when the world's already dead ˚-

"The only thing worse than sharing your blood with the enemy is knowing that for you to live, he has to die. And the only thing worse than that? Not being sure which outcome you actually want."

˚ ✧ quick links ✧ ˚

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˚ ✧ synopsis ✧ ˚

In a world ravaged by the Veris virus, the Consortium created the Epitaph System—a brutal solution to save what remains of humanity through genetic matching and blood transfusion. One match lives. One dies.

You’ve spent your life hacking systems and surviving in the shadows of Veyrah's broken sectors. Namjoon has spent his perfecting the algorithm that keeps the last fragments of civilization alive. When you're identified as a 100% match—unprecedented, dangerous, perfect—the clock starts ticking.

60 days until one of you dies.

60 days forced together across war-torn sectors, completing missions, dodging assassins, and fighting rebel factions—including your own.

60 days to despise the person whose blood might save you.

You hate him for creating the system that executed your parents. He loathes you for threatening the fragile order he's sacrificed everything to maintain.

But as the broken world around you continues to crumble, you might both discover something far more destructive than hatred.

Understanding.

✧ details ✧

main ship: namjoon x f!reader side ships: taehyung x f!reader (past), yoongi x f!reader, 2seok, taegi, bts x ocs genre: ANGST in capital letters, dystopian sci-fi, enemies to lovers, slow burn with teeth, pure raw hatred (and i mean i wanna kill you), bleak world building, gritty, oppression rating: explicit (18+ only) words: - chapters: - status: upcoming

˚ ✧ chapter guide ✧ ˚

early access + snippets

➳ #01 | snippet #1

volume one: genetic matches & mutual threats

➳ #01 | ➳ #02 | ➳ #03 | ➳ #04 | ➳ #05 | ➳ #06 | ➳ #07 | ➳ #08 | ➳ #09 | ➳ #10 | ➳ #11 | ➳ #12 | ➳ #13 | ➳ #14 | ➳ #15 | ➳ #16 | ➳ #17 | ➳ #18 | ➳ #19 | ➳ #20 |

fragments & memories

BEFORE THE MATCH

➳ cipher's first raid ➳ warden's algorithm [WIP] ➳ shroud initiation ➳ consortium academy (young namjoon) ➳ black market exchange (seokjin's debut)

THE BROKEN SECTORS

➳ valis core protocol breach ➳ the first veris outbreak ➳ mournwell uprising ➳ virex shard sabotage ➳ collapsed pulse rail

TRANSFERENCE RECORDS

➳ subject file: taehyung & ahri ➳ subject file: jimin & classified ➳ subject file: yoongi & redacted ➳ subject file: jungkook & pending ➳ consortium calculations

HIDDEN HISTORIES

➳ cipher's parents: execution logs ➳ warden's lost sibling ➳ red verge manifesto ➳ the chain ceremony ➳ pulse transmission: final hour

Key:

Regular titles: upcoming chapters

[WIP]: fragments currently being written

Strikethrough: future content & concept ideas

Read order: chronological by volume, fragments can be read anytime

✧ content includes ✧

♡ explicit sexual content ♡ graphic violence and medical procedures ♡ power dynamics & psychological warfare ♡ dystopian brutality & survival horror ♡ alien world physics & non-earth environments ♡ body horror related to virus and transference ♡ dubious ethical choices in apocalyptic scenarios ♡ enemies-to-lovers with emphasis on the enemies ♡ blood bond dynamics

˚ ✧ extras ✧ ˚

✧ playlists:

code : epitaph - the soundtrack

songs yn plays to annoy joon 🔪

✧ code : epitaph art: drawings ✧ pinterest: aesthetic & vibes ✧ moodboards: characters | relationships ✧ location maps: veyrah sectors

consortium territories

the verge wastes

✧ tidbits/headcanons: here ✧ quotes/favorite lines: [coming soon]

˚ ✧ disclaimer ✧ ˚

please be reminded that members are purely used with visual purposes. this is a work of fiction merely written for entertainment purposes.

© jungkoode 2025

no reposts, translations, or adaptations

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

This is complaining day because I realized there's more than one thing that got on my nerves lately and it's not just about the treatment of a kpop idol's mother. Let's begin.

Please, stop refering to Jungkook's mother as mama Jeon. I know the tendency is to ignore so many of the cultural differences that exist, but in SK, people don't change their surname after marriage. It just sounds idiotic and westernized in a ridiculous way.

So, Jungkook's mother loves all BTS members. She LOVES them all. How does army know that? How? I'm genuinely curious and genuinely asking. Because they say it as a certainty. Or, forgive me if my memory is faulty as well, but the only instance that we as outsiders were privy to in which we heard that woman speak for the first time, it was in early 2021 on another phonecall with Jungkook when she said I love you to Jimin.

Of course, the same ot7 narrative came as a buldozer at that time too. Damn, does that mean Jimin = BTS? Sometimes yes, but only when Army wants to diminish Jimin's importance and doesn't allow him to stand out individually too much. Musically or otherwise. But back to this Big Love that Jungkook's mom is supposedly feeling for everyone and which has been invoked once again when that woman mentioned Jimin twice while talking to Jungkook on the phone. Cause she already knew they were in Jeju. I bet she didn't have to find out randomly from a schedule group chat.

So what happens? An assumption is turned into certainty because of small people being extremely insecure. Because they see that one person is once again given more importance on a personal level and we can't have that. No sir! So in a panic, they tweet, they post on tumblr, tiktok, youtube the old age, boring af, sounding like a broken record sentence: "Mama Jeon loves all seven". Fuck me gently with a chainsaw cause that sounds a lot better than the feeling of throwing up I get whenever I read such things.

No, she doesn't love all of them. That is not a fact. It could be true and it's not impossible. But it is not a fact based on the knowledge we have at the moment.

Also, it shows once again that an entire fandom is actively creating a reality of their own which is not even like some sort of simulacrum of the reality they must live through. In Army world, the mother of one member of a k-pop group must love all the members of such group. It doesn't matter than irl, our mothers a lot of the times don't even like all our friends, besties or partners. We might have the most incredible connections and it would mean nothing to our mothers.

In that same vein, another narrative that makes me want to pull my eyes out is the "awww, their bond is to die for, they are (like) siblings after all". Do any of them never had any siblings? Never saw other people and their relationship with their siblings? Or with their family?

I also had to read (which was followed by me blocking it immediately) how Jimin and Jungkook's relationship is the sum of the other relationships they have with other BTS members. I mean, why would I have any sort of expectations from any of these people when they are completely incapable of looking at JM and JK as actual people. As persons with individual minds and an intellect of their own. Let alone the fact that their world does not stop with the presence of 5 other men. In what realistic scenario does this translate in real life? That's not how it works. Yes, we are social creatures and a product of our surroundings, but it is not in the way in which these stans believe it to be. They think that living in a dorm for a few years and working together with other people, it means that those experiences are the only ones that actually shape the personality of a person. They are real people, not fictional characters. I've never heard such ridiculous theories in my entire life, to be used as talking points about someone's behavior or relationship with another person.

Maybe the need to create this elaborate fantasy comes from the lack of love in their life, which then gets projected into this Disney, kumbaya, capitalist heaven narrative in which everyone is a big family and they love each other so much and equally and all the parents of all the children love every single member and thus, harmony is created. Love is always platonic and ever present. The complexity of human relationships must not exist.

[lachesismoonmist]

I've Been Watching You - Chp 4

Checking for Bruises

Rating: Mature. Minors dni

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook / Reader

Words: Total: 73k

Status: Complete. 4 out of 26

Summary There's a hot new guy in the gym. You can't keep your eyes off him, and it seems he can't keep his off you either. What starts out as Friends-with-Benefits turns into something a lot more complicated as your past comes back to haunt you and you find out your best friend's long-kept secret.

Originally posted on AO3

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Chapter 4 - Checking for Bruises

Traffic was light at that time of night, and Jungkook’s condo wasn’t too far away from the club. Before I could second guess my decision, I rang Jungkook’s doorbell.

The sight that greeted me was one I will never forget. There he stood, his glorious chest on display. It looked like he’d rushed out of the shower. His hair still wet, dripping onto his body little rivulets that I followed with my eyes as they slid down his torso. The waistband of his grey sweats, which sat precariously low on his hips, was also a little damp. He held a hand towel in one hand and stood there frozen, looking me up and down.

“So… I came from the club on Crest Street”.

“No wonder you’re dressed like that," his gazed raked over me as he stepped aside to let me in. As he turned to follow me, I heard him say “Wow”.

“So who was this douche? Was it the fashion police asking you where the rest of your dress was?”.

“Haha, very funny. The douche was one of Jimin’s colleagues. He fixed me up in retaliation for leaving him alone with his brother for the whole afternoon.”

“Ï’m sure Jimin’s brother can’t be that bad. I can’t imagine anyone getting on Jimin’s nerves. He’s such a social butterfly”.

“Well, Jiho knows how to push all of Jimin’s buttons, and gets away with it a lot being the younger sibling”.

“So this douche…?” He probed as we walked toward his breakfast counter to plop ourselves on the barstools.

“It was Jimin’s co-worker. Seemed like a nice enough guy, a little tall and gangly. But he was already sloshed when I got there.”

“Uh oh” Jungkook paused in the midst of toweling his hair dry and frowned.

“Yeah, tell me about it. He introduced himself, then slung an arm around me to steer me to join him and the rest of Jimin’s co-workers at their table for a drink. He started touching me on my shoulder blades, then trailed his fingers down to my tattoo while mumbling to himself. Before I could stop him, he’d caught me around the waist and pulled me onto his lap! He even had the audacity to smell me!” I said, getting more agitated as I recalled the incident.

“What happened next?”

“I did a handlock on him and forced him to let me go. After that he was crying ‘coz I caused him pain. What a wuss”.

Jungkook placed both hands on my shoulders, checking my neck and arms. “Did he do anything to hurt you?”

“No, don’t worry. What is it with you boys? Jimin got all worried too. I can take care of myself”.

“I’m sure you can Y/N. We just want to be doubly sure you are”.

“Yes, I’m fine” I said as rolled my eyes. “Actually, I’m parched” I hopped off the barstool, took one of the coffee mugs hanging on his mug tree and walked over to the kitchen sink to fill it with water. I took a big gulp.

Jungkook came up behind me and put his hands on my hips. “Well, I’m glad you’re okay. But maybe I should check if you have bruises anywhere.”

“Oh, are you an expert on bruises then?” I said, leaning back against him, feeling his damp but warm torso against my bare back.

“Well, I was bare knuckles champion back in college”, Jungkook told me smugly, one hand creeping under my short dress. His hand roamed over my ass, moving to the side of my hip.

“Wait a minute”, he stopped. “Are you telling me you wore this short little dress to the club commando?” he asked incredulously.

“Relax,” I reached back and patted him on the cheek. “I took my thong off after I parked the car in your garage”.

“That’s a good girl” he murmured against my hair, then suddenly spun me around, plopped me onto the kitchen counter and yanked me so my ass was perched on the edge of the counter, with him standing between my legs. “Do you know what happens to good girls?” he smirked, slowly pushing my dress higher up my thighs.

“They get checked all over for bruises?”.

“They get licked and sucked all over UNTIL they get bruises” and with that he went down on his knees and pressed his lip to my core.

His warm tongue swept across the outer lips, then dipped into my folds. “Hmm, smooth.  Me likey" he murmured. The two years of Brazilian IPL were definitely worth it.  "You taste as sweet as I’d imagined”.

“Did you imagine my taste a lot?” I gasped as his tongue swept over my clit.

“Hmm-mmmm” was all I got as he swirled his tongue, then added one finger to breach my hole. The intrusion made my hips buck.

“Soooo sensitive” Jungkook mumbled, adding a second, then third finger, pumping slowly in and out of me as his tongue attacked my clit.

After that I lost all coherent thought, bracing myself on my hands which I had placed behind me for support. I reached one hand forward to tug at his soft, silky hair. When I gave a particularly hard tug as I came, he grunted, drinking up all my juices.

“Delicious” he smiled, smacking his lips as he stood up. Then he attacked my lips with his. I could taste myself on him. He reached up massage my breasts through the dress, making me arch my back to press myself against him. Then I found myself being lifted, and I had to wrap my legs around his waist for balance. He stepped away from the kitchen counter with me in tow, walking through the kitchen.

“Where are we going” I asked breathlessly, as his big hands kneaded my ass, pressing my core against his rock-hard erection.

“Round two. This time I want you coming on my cock and screaming my name”.

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Jungkook’s bedroom was huge. The other night when I'd entered his bathroom, I hadn't ventured further into the room to have a good look. A king-sized bed dominated the space, with a desk in one corner, stacked with books. The same floor to ceiling windows in the living room took up one wall in the bedroom, letting moonlight stream in. There were no other lights on, save the moonlight, which bathed the room in a soft glow. Everything was grey and white, with hints of black in the pillows, a small rug on the floor next to the desk. Jungkook threw me on the bed hard enough to make me bounce. As I laughed, I noticed there was actually a set of glass double doors that led onto a balcony which overlooked the city.

“Hey, no roughhousing. You’re supposed to check me for bruises remember?”

“No no… I’m supposed to GIVE you bruises” he grinned as he crawled up the bed till I was underneath him. He lay down on one side and slowly peeled my dress off as he kissed me.  I pushed on his sweats to get them off, but he made quick work of it by just pulling them off. He kissed me on the neck, from the front of the collarbone till the side where the neck and shoulder meet. I gasped as his lips brushed that sensitive area, and I could feel him smiling against my skin. He put his lips there again and this time, sucked hard.

My whole body bucked as a bolt of pleasure ripped through me, making me press my thighs together.

“Uh-uh, none of that”. He used his hands to push my knees apart, gently stroking along my slit. He pushed one, then two fingers in. He dropped his head to my chest, licked one nipple, then sucked the skin beside it hard enough to cause pain. He took my nipple between his teeth then, making me moan as his tongue swirled around my nipple mercilessly.

He shifted so that he was now between my legs, watching his fingers go in and out of me. He took some of my wetness and spread it over my clit, then plunged his fingers back in while his thumb rubbed on my clit. He then attacked my other nipple with his mouth as his fingers moved faster, making obscene squelching sounds. He removed his fingers as he moved up to bite the sensitive spot on my neck, I cried out and dug my nails into his shoulders.

Then without warning he slid his length into me, even whilst he bit and sucked on my neck. He took my wrists in one hand and held them above my head, making my breasts press against his chest as he pumped slowly into me.

“Faster, Jungkook. Fuck me faster, harder”.

Jungkook grunted, bracing both elbows beside my head as he started to really pound into me. Greedily I brought my hips up to meet his thrusts. I locked my ankles behind his back, allowing him to go deeper. His grunts started getting louder and his hips crashed against mine harder, while I whimpered with need. My walls started fluttering, and Jungkook felt it. “You want to come baby? Say my name, say my name and I’ll let you come”.

“JUNGKOOK!” I screamed as my orgasm tore through me and my back arched even more, my walls gripping, pulsing around his cock.

“Gonna cum baby, gonna…..” he hadn’t even finished his sentence when he climaxed, shuddering as he spilled his cum inside me.

He collapsed then, crushing me with his weight, then pulled out slowly and rolled off to the side, panting.

“See, I told you you’d cream my cock and scream my name.”

“Cocky ass” I scolded him, but without any real fire.

He smirked at me, then got out of bed and went over to his bathroom. He came back with a warm, wet, towel, which he used to wipe between my legs gently. The adrenalin from my run in with Hajoon was starting to wear off. My legs were completely jelly by now, and my body was sluggish. My eyelids started to droop shut.

Jungkook noticed this, and climbed into bed beside me. He nudged me so that I rolled over to my side, then he spooned me from behind. Gingerly he pulled up the covers over us.

“Sleep baby”, he said softly, stroking my hair. As he pressed a kiss to my temple, my last thought I had was “I didn’t think Jungkook was a cuddler”. I smiled as sleep claimed me.

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How will his fs get along with the other members? also I love your blog so much i hope you have a good day!!

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What kind of relationship will each bts member have with Jungkook’s future spouse? | tarot reading

Seokjin: They won’t be really close. he might think she’s too young, or that they are too different to really get on. There’s a sense than he’ll be cautious about her? Might stem from his trust issues. He sees her as someone mysterious. He’ll think Jungkook’s relationship with her is admirable. Will like her work ethic. There’s a slight chance he might develop a little crush on her too

Yoongi: He’s gonna love talking to her. he’ll warm up to her and they’ll share a comfortable friendship. they’ll probably share a siblings type of bond. There’s a chance they’ll work together. Idk but since he produces music I feel he might produce something with her. Jk’s fs will think he’s really cute 

Namjoon: They will also become comfortable to each other. They’ll love talking about things. He’ll be intrigued that she’s a foreigner and will love talking about their cultures. They’ll even share each other’s burdens and will give advices to each other. She’ll think he’s handsome. They’ll be really close friend

Hoseok: They won’t be that close but he’ll still think she’s a great person. And vice versa. She’ll find him handsome too. I think she’s just really in awe of bts in general. He’ll see how much jk loves her and will be really happy for him. Will also like her work ethic and how passionate she is, always thriving. Like namjoon he’ll also find her foreignness intriguing. 

Jimin: I see that they will be close too. I see that jimin always checks on jungkook so he’ll see how their relationship will develop from the very beginning. He’ll be like a big protective brother for her. They might flirt jokingly to piss jungkook off lol. Will help her when she’s having a hard time, and if she & jk fight, he’ll try to bring them to forgive the other.

Taehyung: Just like the others, he’ll find her different culture interesting. I mentioned before that he might have a crush on her but will try to contain it. It’s being brought up again. After he passes that stage, he’ll develop a good friendship with her. He’ll also like her work, in a fan way

I pulled the world card for most of them hah