#jimin bath tub

[justanotherarmyfangirl]

Dark&Wild (6) His Obsession

You are an interpreter for international idols, but you soon realized their lavish lifestyle came at a cost, and somehow you became the price. The man who came to collect had a special kind of vendetta, and you, so foolishly, sparked his interest.

In this story Yoongi is the villain and you will hate him! Everyone else, well, the question becomes not if there are good guys or who will save you, but how will you save yourself?

yandere loan shark!Yoongi x blind!reader x bodyguard!Jungkook x idol singer!Jimin x idol rapper!Namjoon x idol singer!Taehyung x detective!Hoseok x detective!Seokjin

TW: 18+ only, dubcon/noncon, mental torment, physical torture, mind break, violence, Stockholm syndrome, reader is blinded before events that take place in the story, Jimin is an addict, Yoongi is a sadist, voyeur, fingering.

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Alone in the bath was your favorite time. 

The warm water felt nice on your aching muscles, the relaxing smell of lavender helped calm your anxieties. 

You massage the suds into your skin, listening to the trickle of water, wondering where in this massive place your captor, Min Yoongi, might be right now. With your luck, he’s already in his bedroom, waiting for you.

HIS OBSESSION

You hated how even now, finally alone, you still thought of him. You couldn’t escape him, he was with you even when he wasn’t, and you feared no matter what happened in the future, you would never be able to get away, he would always be there, an irritating voice in the back of your head, low and raspy, taunting you. 

You were almost grateful you couldn’t see him, you couldn’t stand the thought of his face imprinted behind your eyelids, in your dreams like the way his touches were, the heat of his palm against your skin, against your throat, against your hip-

Min Yoongi…I’ll kill you…

You clenched your jaw in anger, ignoring everything else you felt when you thought of him. When he…

When Yoongi fucked you the white hot rage you felt deep in your chest and the heat of his unforgivable arousal in the pit of your stomach almost became indistinguishable. When you thought of those moments when he was on top of you, and the scorch of his tongue, the searing stretch in between your legs, it made everything inside you feel heavy, feel burning. 

It must be a sickness, the way your head feels hot every time you think of it, of him.

You sink lower and kick your feet out of frustration, splashing the water over the tub’s rim.

It’s quiet. There’s a small low voice that reminds you again, it’s been months now and you haven’t seen or heard of Taehyung, or anyone at all.

There’s a lingering thought to drown yourself as you splash aimlessly, and another defiant angry voice that screams you should be drowning Yoongi instead.

Oh you’ve tried to. 

To cope with your circumstances you rationalized, he was going to take what he pleases from you anyways, punish you for your continual combativeness, might as well give him a good reason to do it. Still, no matter what you do, overpowering the loan shark never works. 

So damn disappointing. 

You still remember the time you had stayed here until your toes and fingers became wrinkly, refusing to leave until Yoongi grabbed at you and you pulled him right into this nice large deep bathtub of his. 

After the initial shock wore off he easily overpowered you, took advantage of your slippery wet nakedness and fucked you like you hadn’t just tried to murder him. 

That time he wasn’t even mad you had soaked his designer suit, you remember how you could hear the smile behind his mocking words while you choked on soapy water, “If you wanted me to join you, you could have just asked.”

You almost managed to drown him again when he came, if you hadn’t needed to breathe as well.

You let the water slosh over the tub’s edge, dunking yourself under the bubbles.

And scream.

You don’t hear the knock on the door, too busy wallowing in your own lavender scented misery. A hand pulls on your shoulder, lifting your head before you can inhale water.

“What?!” you splutter, wiping your face.

“I…” Jungkook clears his throat, looking away from your nakedness, letting his initial worries subside. “You shouldn’t do that,” he mutters.

“Towel,” you say simply. Not in the mood to argue, you stand up. With Yoongi, you are used to his leering presence. He’s already seen every bit of you, and loves reminding you about it when he wants to make you feel humiliated. And now you’ve kind of let your indifference about your body extend to Jungkook as well. You knew he wasn’t going to try anything like the others might have, plus, you enjoy making the henchman stutter.

You feel soft fabric plop against your front, catching it before it falls into the tub. “Hold my shoulder so you don’t slip,” he says.

The edge of the towel exposes the side of you as Jungkook moves your hand to his shoulder. “I need-” His hand wraps around your soaking back, pulling you out of the tub and placing you on tile in one swift motion. “-t-thanks.” 

Jungkook hands you a silk robe, a pink short kimono style Yoongi chose for you that Jungkook already knows you’re not going to like. He can’t help but chuckle when he hears you groan, muttering about the thin article of clothing. You turn your head in his direction but you don’t comment on it. 

Jungkook leans in the doorway, hands in his pockets, waiting for you. 

He’s to deliver you to Mr. Min. 

Everyone has good and bad days, today is one of your better days, and also one of Mr. Min’s bad days. He’s had to kill someone, and that means, Min Yoongi is not getting his money and that pisses him off more than anything. That also means with almost certainty Yoongi is going to make today one of your bad days. 

Jungkook tries not to think about it as he listens as you hum contently, knowing what’s to come. He glances over at you. Jungkook tries to give you some modesty, but he’s still a man, and a curious one at that. He chooses to ignore that old saying as his eyes linger on your naked body as you dry yourself. As long as he doesn’t touch…

“Have you seen Tae?”

Jungkook might have ignored the question, he has ignored your questioning when it came to such matters, but he feels sorry for you, for what’s to come, and so, in hopes that you won’t let your day be ruined, Jungkook answers.

“Yeah, he came to one of our establishments the other night.”

“Really? Alone? Did you talk to him?”

“He was alone. Usually Mr. Park joins him, but not in a while,” Not since we took you. “He drank,” and fucked a prostitute, but Jungkook decides to leave that out. 

“Did he,” you pause, “Did he ask about me?”

You sound so hopeful. 

“Yes,” Jungkook says, still waiting by the door.

“He did?” you sound so excited, so happy. Perhaps if you had let his words sink in, you could have noticed the hesitation in his voice. “What did he say? Did you tell him what I told you?”

“He wanted to know how you were being cared for, that he and the others miss you.” Jungkook lies, telling you what he thinks you most want to hear. 

You stay quiet and he wonders if you see through his lies. “Did you tell him?”

“I wasn’t able to, Mr. Min was right there. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay, next time.” You sound so hopeful, pleased, grateful to him. Jungkook never promised he would tell Taehyung anything for you, and he doubts that coward would do anything with the information if he did. But you still try, asking him sweetly every time, never getting mad when Jungkook gives you another excuse. Your hopes are too high, and Jungkook can’t be the one to destroy them.

You smile in his general direction. You can’t see him, so he lets himself smile back.

-

“We watch and bet, it’s just a couple of us that do it.”

“I want to listen! You have to let me!”

“You really like soccer that much?” Jungkook asks.

“Yes! The announcers are so animated! I can get the jist of it, and our company would hold these big parties on game day and get chicken and beer, just feeling everyone’s energy was so much fun.”

“Um I don't think it will be the same-”

“You telling me gangsters don’t know how to party?”

Jungkook laughs. “Okay okay, I’ll see.”

You laugh happily.

Yoongi can hear your laughter. It’s melodic and pleasant. However Jeon Jungkook’s laughter? Mixing with your own, tainting it? 

Yoongi’s short temper has already hit its fuse.

He watches your shadows before you enter the room and the way the larger shadow moves away slightly before you enter. You grip Jungkook’s bicep with one hand and hold his forearm with the other, using both hands, overly touchy…overly affectionate. Yoongi clears his throat. 

Jungkook leads you to the loan shark, until you are standing by Yoongi’s side. Only then does Jungkook leave you to take his spot on Yoongi’s other side.

You’re in his office, you presume. Your thigh hits the hard oak of his desk. Yoongi taps his phone. “Translate this.” He plays an audio. The volume is very low, you crouch down to hear it clearer.

“They were talking about their wives,” you frown. 

Fucking pigs, you think, and you hope their wives leave them.

Yoongi cracks his knuckles. “That’s it?”

“They were talking about their wives’…private parts,” you cross your arms, disgusted. “I rather not go into detail.”  

“Hmm, I thought they were going to double cross me.” He finally relaxes, pulling your body closer, he sets you into his lap.

You’ve learned a few things about Yoongi, the biggest revelation was that he was extremely paranoid. “Well they still could,” you note, poking at his paranoia. You lean your back against him, just to feel more comfortable, “but no, that conversation was not about that.” 

“We’re going back to Japan at the end of the month.” You stiffen in his hold. “Tokyo this time, we’ll be staying for a few weeks.”

“Two weeks? Are you setting up another parlor?”

“Close,” Yoongi clicks his tongue, amused by your curiosity of his dealings. “We have a few host bars there, just checking in. There are some regulars with high tabs we’re going to be…visiting. Need you there.”

You exhale, fingers fiddling with the string of your robe, “Okay.” 

Translating for a bunch of blubbering business men begging for forgiveness, or a longer extension, or just another chance at life, was such a stark contrast from the bubbly television interviews you used to do. 

But there was always a fakeness during press junkets that you really hated. All of it felt like such a shallow performance, and it made you feel like a circus animal at times, putting on a show, no matter how offensive the question, no matter how you felt, you had to smile and translate with a happy face. 

Hell, there’s no superficiality around you now, even if Yoongi’s targets sure put on a performance…

Traveling with the loan shark really showed you how dark the depths of humanity could sink. There was rawness and realness to the underground scene that you could just feel in the air, swirling amongst the cigarette smoke.

No bullshitting, no pleasantries, straight to business. It was one of the few things you didn’t actually hate about this predicament you were in, the few moments where you felt like you had some power. 

You were the voice of the most powerful man in the room, and by extension that meant your voice held power. The men in the room would, sometimes quite literally, be hanging on your next words.

If you didn’t like the men you were translating for, you weren’t afraid to make it obvious to the loan shark in your translations, and he would seem to punish them harsher for it. It’s happened so many times now that it was no longer a coincidence to you.

Now if only he would listen to you on other matters…

Yoongi drapes his hand over your front, under the opening in your robe. You don’t flinch like before, what’s the point in flinching? Yoongi will just grab at you tighter, make it hurt if you do.

“You smell good.” Yoongi’s nose tickles your neck.

You cough. “I just took a bath.”

He runs his hand across your suppleness, pinching your nipple.

He knows you are holding it in, staying quiet to spite him, it’s amusing to him, so he continues to play with you, letting your robe open wider and wider until he hears someone clear their throat.

Jungkook turns to leave.

“Jeon, stay.”

Jungkook was wrong. 

Yoongi wasn’t going to take out his anger on you.

He was going to take it out on him. 

“Why are you doing this?” you mutter, not used to an audience. Usually Yoongi isolates you to his bedroom when he’s home and he’s surprisingly quite professional when you’re out in company, even if everyone knew what he did to you behind closed doors.

“He is not bothered,” Yoongi turns his chair so he and you are facing Jungkook, “Are you, Jeon?” he asks the young gangster. He yanks one of your legs open.

“No.” It’s flat. It’s a lie. Jungkook knows Yoongi doesn’t want to hear the truth.

“Well I fucking mind!” 

You yell when he grabs you by the neck. “You don’t have to always do what he says, you know. You’re not like me,” you swallow, speaking to Jungkook. You’re not weak like me, you imply.

“Hohoho.” Yoongi laughs. “Hear that, want to rebel against your mean old boss, Jeon?” he hums. “Did you ever think all those nice things our Jungkookie does for you is because I ask him to? To keep an eye on you, you do your job better when you’re not a mopey brat. You should be on your knees thanking me for giving you a friend.”

“Fuck you.”

“What did you say? Say that louder.”

You stay quiet, head down.

“I could have made him be the one to dole out your punishments. Jungkook is skilled with a knife. He has a taste for blood, did you know that? People call him The Maestro…when we need someone to sing, we send him. After enough time, there's a certain pitch everyone gets to, of screaming. His favorite method is fileting his victims until they sing that tune. You know what that means? Pulling the skin back until you see muscle.” You shiver when he runs his fingertips across your arm. “That’s the kind of man he is.” Your stomach flips at his words. 

“Every bit of kindness is because of me.”

“I know,” you mutter.

“SO YOU SHOULD BE THANKING ME.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Can I go, Sir?” Jungkook speaks up.

“No. Stay right there,” he says, undoing the tie around your waist. “Jeon, like what you see?”

“No.” Jungkook knew better than to ever admit he had grown fond of what Yoongi deemed was his.

“No? But she’s pretty,” he says, uncovering everything, pulling your legs open wider. “And so tight.”

You cry out, wanting nothing more than to attack the loan shark for putting you on display like this, and it takes every ounce of restraint to not fight him…to not close your legs...

“Feel for yourself, touch her.”

“Sir?” Jungkook looks very displeased at being roped into this. 

“Come here and touch her.” Yoongi waits and smiles as he watches Jungkook hesitantly step closer. 

“Please, don’t,” you whimper.

“I thought you would enjoy this. Since you are so close now, chit-chatting and making jokes all the time, hm? Don’t you ever think about-” Yoongi puts his hand between your legs, “-what it would be like? You can’t see, but our Jungkookie is very handsome.” Yoongi’s lips brush against your ear.

“I only think about ways to please you, Sir,” you grit out very unconvincingly. 

Yoongi laughs. “You don’t want Jungkook to touch you like this?” 

You try to ignore the pressure of his fingers inside you. You couldn’t bring yourself to confirm such a thing in front of the young gangster, so you admit something just as horrible. “Just you, I just want you.”

Yoongi presses his lips against yours, so forcefully you feel your teeth knock against his and you yelp, pushing him away, clearly disgusted. 

You can’t hide your hatred for him when he does that, when he kisses you like that. Even with his hands groping you, fingering you, kissing Yoongi just feels worse, feels wrong.

Yoongi grabs your chin, pulling your head back to him. Yoongi eyes the man in front of him whose gaze hasn’t left a particular painting on his wall. Jungkook refuses to look at you like this.

That just won’t do.

“You know what I think? I think someone has a little crush. And I know it’s not you,” he murmurs in your ear.

Jungkook glances over to his boss. He has you spread over his legs, his fingers pressed deep inside your cunt as you shake against him. 

“You’ll say whatever sweet little words you can think of to worm your way in my mens’ good graces, so convinced they will help you escape eventually,” he says. Yoongi manages to keep the tempo in his ministrations precise, pressing into you deeper, thumb circling your clit in such a mind numbing way you feel like your body is catching fire.

“Why would I try something so stupid?” you grunt.

“They won’t betray me, you know.”

“Oh, I know. How nice it must be for you,” you mock. “How many men did you say you have killed for crossing you again?”

Yoongi’s temper rises as you hit a nerve for him. He pushes you off his lap, and you fall at Jungkook’s feet, knees scraping against Yoongi’s hard wood flooring.

You lean against Jungkook, curled into yourself, pulling your robe closed.

Yoongi watches as you move closer to Jungkook like a scared child looking for comfort. “Jeon, punish her.” He stands up, anger overflowing. “Hurt her, since that’s what she seems to want instead. NOW!” he yells.

Jungkook looks down at you and sighs exasperatedly. 

There are a million and one different things a man could do to a woman to hurt her…

What will Jungkook pick?

Jungkook lifts you to your feet by your hair, making you cry out in pain. He ignores it, whatever he is feeling. He’s done it so many times it’s come natural: dissociating from the situation.

“It’s okay, do it, I don’t blame you.”

Goddammit, Jungkook inwardly curses. Don’t you see how much worse you are making it for yourself? Why did you say that? To make Jungkook feel better about this frustrating situation he’s in? Jungkook doesn’t have any feelings…

Yoongi raises his brow and grinds his teeth, crossing his arms, waiting impatiently for Jungkook to do something.

Jungkook releases you and for a fleeting moment you believed he was going to refuse.

In that moment you actually believed he would go against Yoongi.

In that moment you were relieved.

And then you felt a stinging across your cheek, so hard you toppled over.

“Not her face!”

Before you can cry out, a fierce kick into your stomach knocks the wind out of you, once, then twice more. Jungkook has to make sure Yoongi sees he doesn’t care about what happens to you.

You bring your knees into your body and cradle your head, not knowing where Jungkook might strike next. You're sure he’s pulling his punches for you, but holy shit it hurts, and you can’t imagine just how strong he really is. You shake from head to toe, and finally your muscles decompress and you’re able to inhale and catch your breath.

You roll over on your back, waiting for what’s next as you take in deep breaths. Jungkook grips your robe, lifting your body.

This isn’t going how either men want. Jungkook stands over over, staring at the blood dripping from your lip, frozen in place. Yoongi can see the remorse twisting in Jungkook’s expression and how you are taking the beating in strides, lips pressed together in determination. 

You are an exceptionally annoying martyr. You sacrificed yourself for Jimin and now, Yoongi now sees with a sick realization, you think you are doing it for Jungkook. His Jungkook.

“Jeon…” Yoongi looks down at you, clenching his fist. “...leave.”

Yoongi will make you regret this. The loan shark really couldn’t help himself. It was going to be him and no one else…

Jungkook looks back one last time before closing the door, and sees a glimpse of your glowering expression as his boss stands over you and pulls off his jacket. Jungkook was always calm, always collected, yet in that moment, his heart rate jumps.

-

Yoongi got what he wanted in the end, Jungkook was keeping his distance from you now, ignoring you almost completely when he was around.

You’re annoyed, stuck having to listen to your new “handler” Jon explain in excruciating detail his recent trip to Phuket. He’s the only other one of Yoongi’s men you can stand to be around for extended periods of time, but if you have to listen to another pun involving fornication in Phuket you’re going to jam something in your eardrums!

“What about you?”

“What about me?” you hum bored.

“...so, miss y/n. I have to confess, I did some research on you after what we talked about,” he lowers his voice. “You’re kind of a celebrity. Can I have your autograph?”

You laugh. “Shut up! JTJ are the celebrities, I was just along for the ride,” you pausing. “Any recent headlines that I might be interested in?”

“Well, the hot news is that JTJ have postponed their next album.”

“Really? I wonder why,” you ask, concerned. “Have, um, are there any articles about…what happened?”

“Nothing, only a forum thread between their fans speculating if you got fired. Boss man really worked his magic.”

You sigh, flopping over on the couch.

“Jon, any chance you’d drop me off at the corner store no questions asked?” You have begged to be released so many times now your enthusiasm has all dried up.

“Sorry honey, but I intend to live a long life.”

You snort. “As a gangster? Good luck.”

“Ha!” Jon goes uncharacteristically quiet. “How much did you say that debt of your boy was?”

You snort at the implication that Jimin, the elusive idol, was in any way ‘yours.’ “Eight billion won, something like that,” you huff.

You suspect Jon’s wincing as he sharply inhales. “Ahh shit.”

“Yeah, shit.” You change the subject. “You coming to Japan with us this time?”

“That I am!”

“Wonderful,” you say, emotionless.

“Now about that autograph.”

“You’re joking-” you cough out surprised.

“I printed out a picture and everything!”

“You’re ridiculous!” you laugh. Your fingers run over a piece of paper Jon places in your hands. “What picture?” you ask unable to contain your amusement.

“Well, there was an interview in France, you’re wearing a bright orange dress, looking like a real bigshot, I took a screenshot of it.”

“Orange, really?” you grimace, you never really questioned what coordinators put you in and it’s not like you could see yourself but you still had pride in your appearance.

“You looked nice, you match the others.”

“JTJ?” you perk up.

“Yep, well…I cropped them out.”

You giggle. You hold the picture in your hands delicately. You wish you could see the photo, see how you look now and how you might have fit in with them.

“Yeah, I’ll sign it, you weirdo.”

A pen is placed in your hands. Any other day you would have thought to jam it in your eye and end it all. Today, you try your best to scribble your name down for Jon and feel like your old self.

---

“What’s this?”

“You don’t recognize them?”

“I do, but-” You believed Yoongi had destroyed all your things in his anger. “You kept them?” You rummage through a whole box of your books that Yoongi has unceremoniously dropped at your feet. 

“Yes. Here, some new books for you too.” Yoongi drops a few clean and crisp books into your lap, the pages not bent and worn from multiple readings like yours were. 

You want to question why now all of a sudden, but you were too afraid the temperamental man might take your questioning wrongly and take away his gift as quickly as he gave it to you.

“Thank you, Yoongi.”

“Pick one and come with me.” You let him lead you. You suspect he did this because you’ve become practically mute around him, refusing to speak to him until your trip to Japan.

Who knew the silent treatment would actually work. You hold the book close to your chest while Yoongi drives. It’s a long drive, you try to keep track of every turn and stop but it’s impossible. 

“What place is this?” It didn’t smell like smoke or alcohol or sweat, the regular scents that usually assaulted you when you went out with the loan shark. It smelled like…baked bread.

“Just read your book.” Yoongi leads you to a cushioned seat and hands you a drink, and when you place the straw to your lips you sip on something sweet and milky, a rich coffee concoction. Yoongi sits next to you, clears his throat and doesn’t say another word.

You flip through the first pages of your book. Is this some business thing…or is this another trick… You remembered the last time you felt disarmed like this.

You remain stiff, sipping on your coffee and slowly reading. The sounds and chatter around you could only mean you’re in a cafe. There’s thousands of cafes just in the city alone, who knows where you could be. Yoongi’s arm rests on the seat behind you, his fingers touching your shoulder every couple of minutes to remind you of his presence, as if you could ever forget him. 

You finish another page, flipping the paper. “Is there…someone I know around?” you ask, trying to sound uninterested, thinking this really was a scenario like last time.

“No, but if there was, what do you think you’re going to do?” He sounds just as uninterested.

“I’ll scream-”

Yoongi’s lips brush across your cheek. “Then I’ll kill him. Not now, but I will kill him.” He leans back again. “Maybe I just wanted a croissant, this place has the best in Seoul. Want to try?”

You grunt, too confused to do anything else but open your mouth when he puts the half eaten pastry to your lips. It’s flaky and buttery with rich custard and burnt sugar on the top, it really is one of the best desserts you’ve ever eaten.

Part of you almost played along. You were about to just succumb to whatever this was, an odd date between the two of you, and suck it up and enjoy yourself. You almost reached out to him, you almost thanked him.

“If you think doing this will make me hate you any less-”

“You are so very stubborn-”

“You are the most stubborn!” You hiss back, “I don’t understand you. I don’t want to be here with you, I don’t want to be around you- s-stop…” Yoongi grips your hand, thumb rubbing circles along your palm, and doesn’t stop even when you go quiet. 

“Just drink your coffee and enjoy your book,” he says. His deep voice holds none of his usual berating tone. You wouldn’t dare call it soft, but...

“Why am I here?” you persist.

“Didn’t you tell my men you wanted to go out? That you missed going to places like cafes?” You bite your tongue. Jon is such a snitch. “We can do this again, we can do this as many times you want-”

“The ruthless gangster will spend his precious time at cafes for me?” you ask suspiciously.

“Is that what you want?”

You didn't know if this was what you wanted, being with him, was it really better than being stuck in his home alone? At least this meant you might have a chance at getting away…

“How long do I get?” You finally relax into your seat, opening your book again.

Yoongi smirks. “We’ll see, I am in no rush today.”

Yoongi watches you read, glancing every once in a while and then staring at nothing else but you, unable to look away as you run your fingers along each page, slow at times and fast at other times, like you were trying to get to the end of the scene quickly, your lips would curl up and you would sit up straighter in excitement, and then your movements would slow and your fingers would go over a line once more as you quietly laughed to yourself. 

You had your head down at first, then you looked up and far away, as if you were imagining the story in front of you. Yoongi wondered what it was exactly that you would think of, how much could you still remember by your own memory. 

“I can feel you staring,” you huff, turning in his direction.

“Not me,” he grunts, lying.

“Ah,” you hum, head tilting, “Well, they will do that, or try to completely ignore me. There’s never really an in between with strangers I’ve noticed. I guess it’s a good thing I can’t see them staring… Two good eyes and can’t mind their own business,” you mutter. 

“Lucky for me, I’m sure you would call them out, probably try to start a fight.”

You snort. Eventually your fingers slowed to a stop and you dogeared the page, closing the book. You picked up your glass and finished the drink, ice now melted to the coffee and watering down the strong flavor. Shame, you liked it strong.

“Ready to go home?”

You looked anxious over the question. You tightened your grip on your glass. “We really came just to go to a cafe, no other places you had to go?” you ask suspiciously.

Yoongi crosses his arms. Of course, you would suspect ulterior motives from him, but this time, the loan shark really did not have any other preoccupations, he only wanted to see how you would react out in public with him like this, if you could be trusted with some freedom. You were not falling into line as the other men did, but you did seem more…tame.

He tests you. “Actually, we are going to make a stop at one of my clubs. Lets go.” You seem to relax at that, like you’ve just guessed the right answer to a question asked of you, like you knew all along Yoongi wasn’t really doing this just for you, but for him, confirming he was still the selfish loan shark you had grown to know.

“That was quick,” you deflate when Yoongi steps back into the car after reaching the location to his club. You were building up the courage to try to test the door before he was already back and starting the car. As Yoongi drove in silence there was a nagging inside you, a question you did not want to know the answer to when he had told you, you did not need to actually come inside with him. It sat in the pit of your stomach and flipped around when his hand moved to your leg and rested on your thigh. Did he really just want to go to a cafe with you after all? What did Yoongi want from you?

---

“What are you doing?”

You flinch, removing your hand off of Yoongi’s jaw. You didn’t know he had woken up.

“Trying to kill me in my sleep?” Yoongi grunts.

“Yes,” you say. It was a lie, you both knew it. You don’t know why you did it, or perhaps you just did not want to admit it. 

You had woken up with him tangled around you, your naked bodies interweaved together under sheets, his skin against yours warm. It was not overbearing, it was an inviting heat, enveloping you. 

You woke up still groggy from sleep and you didn’t think about how much you hated the man who was holding you softly. 

You reached out and touched him just to feel a little less lonely. You’ve felt so alone now without the few interactions from Jungkook you had grown so accustomed to. The loneliness, it had become gnawing at you horribly, and it was a cruel irony Yoongi was the only one who was able to lessen it for you.

Yoongi grunts and rolls on top of you. His hands wrap around your wrists as he lifts himself up to look at you. He studies your unease. You can feel his morning wood pressing against you. You hold your breath, expecting him to continue from last night’s activities, but he doesn’t, just drops down, letting go of your wrists, resting his head against your naked chest, deciding to go back to sleep. It surprises you. Yoongi must be tired…

You don’t know what to do with your hands, so you just keep them beside your head as you listen to his steady breathing.

You want to go back to sleep, so you don’t think about him…

So you don’t have to think about how you want to hold him…

The need twists in your gut, makes you queasy, makes you want to cry out in frustration, but you just lay there, unwilling to accept the same man who was causing you this turmoil was also simultaneously bringing you a comfort.

You will yourself to fantasize about ways to kill him instead, but your fantasies don’t seem to bring you as much joy as before, instead there is another unfamiliar twisting in your stomach, a pain stabbing you right in the center where he is laying.

And eventually you do fall asleep under his embrace.

-

“Anything else, Sir?”

Yoongi goes through the folder of photos his associate has handed to him. He holds up one in particular, studying the couple in front of him. “Find out more about her, the new girl. Get in close, use your charm,” he smirks. He holds the photo under the light of his lamp. Even if the picture is a bit grainy, the discoloration right under the sleeve of her shirt is unmistakable.

Jungkook, positioned at his right side, leans over. “So this is him?” 

“Mhm,” Yoongi hums, grin widening.

If Jungkook had any protests or questions, he didn’t speak them. It wouldn’t have changed the loan shark’s mind anyways. When blood is in the water, a shark can only think of one thing.

He flips through more photos, choosing ones in a different folder already on his desk. Very old photos, photos of a younger brighter face version of yourself. These photos you kept in an album tucked away in the back of your closet, in a box with your old wedding ring and other memories you weren’t able to part with, hoping someday you will be able to flip through the pages again with new working eyes. Then you could decide what memories deserve to be revisited and what memories deserve to be burned.

You must have liked swimming, there’s many photos of yourself at the beach with friends. Bowling and roller blading, activities you enjoyed in the past, told a story of the person you were before you lost your vision. Yoongi stares at the candid shots of you, staring at your eyes.

Other than the obvious, Yoongi notes there is something vastly different about you now. 

Yoongi likes you better now.

The younger version of you stares at him with light behind her eyes. You still have that, the light is just burning, glowing in you like embers. 

As a kid, Yoongi liked to poke at fires, stir the embers with a stick and watch the flames dance. When the fire would roar and crackle and burst bigger as a gust of wind blew the flames, and others would instinctively step back, Yoongi would instinctively step closer, mesmerized. 

He would feel that similar pull, that instinctive desire to be closer when that fire inside you would blaze and try to scorch him.

There are moments when you burn so bright, held tight in his arms. It was so hot, it was addicting feeling you. It was becoming something he needed, after a long day of dealing with frustratingly stupid people, dull and boring people, people like a Park Jimin, sheltered and coddled, weak fires that, in Yoongi’s opinion, deserved to be snuffed out.

Not like you. You were an inferno. 

After months with him you were becoming fevered as well, ignited by his stroking of you, his fingers around you and inside you. You would burn for him so prettily when he filled your heat and tightened his grip on you. 

There are moments when you let your instincts take over, when your pleasure is mounting, and he is angling his hips into you steadily and stroking your heat so perfectly, building you up to the point where you don’t think and don’t feel exactly how you wish, when you dig your nails into his arms, wrap your legs tight around his hips, when you don’t resist his heated kisses, when you kiss him back….

Those nights, he can taste you fully, sweet and soft and so hot. 

Like fire, it’s dangerous kissing you. 

Yoongi is becoming obsessed. 

He picks up his ledger, going back to business, the photos of you still scattered across his desk. Jungkook tries to keep his eyes from wandering, but he is a curious man. 

“Should I get y/n for you?” Jungkook suddenly asks. He wants a reason, he wants an excuse…

“No,” Yoongi mutters, “let her rest.”

-

Now when Yoongi leaves you alone, he doesn’t lock you in his room, he is becoming lax with you finally. Perhaps he thinks you have really given up, that his methods have finally chained you mentally enough that he no longer needed real chains. 

His mistake. The loan shark rarely makes them, but in your case, he’s had some…misjudgements.

Once you leave Yoongi’s room, if you turn to your right and follow the wall, you’ll eventually end up at the stairs. You pass by four doors before then, one you believe was the room you used to have, and another you think might be Jungkook’s room, as the young gangster is always in this house somewhere, like he must live with the loan shark. You’ve tried to jiggle the handles a few times on your trek to see if a door might open, but the rooms on the second floor are usually locked. 

Downstairs is more complicated, you’ve tried to make sense of it, but there is always someone to stop you before you can explore too much. You know exactly where the kitchen is, because it is the one place it seems you’re not allowed to be under any circumstances. Anytime you would get close to the area, someone would offer to get you food instead, or lead you to a bar stool to wait. 

The sounds of cooking are far from where they sit you, too far for you to run and try to open a drawer and search for a knife without getting caught. And the thought will only rarely cross your mind now, you would much rather have some good food. 

Tonight however, you had overheard Yoongi was going to be out until tomorrow evening, so you try again to search for an escape. 

What’s the worst thing that could happen? 

-

Jungkook scrolls through his phone, his one leg propped up on the small side table he is leaning on. He looks up as he hears a faint click coming from down the hall.

He sees a hand reach out cautiously before you reveal yourself, pressing yourself against the wall before moving slowly closer.

You reach the next door and grip the handle. It doesn’t budge and you sigh, moving along.

‘All locked,’ you think disappointedly before spinning around. “Who’s there? I know someone is there!” You whisper. After a long silence you slump against the wall. “Am I hearing things now?” you mutter to yourself. You wait at the top of the staircase trying to hear for voices or movement, any indication someone might be awake like you.

Well, no stopping now. You move back and forth down the stairs strategically missing all the creaky steps you’ve hit on previous occasions.

Jungkook follows your pattern, only two steps behind.

Okay, now you are definitely feeling spooked. A shiver runs down your spine. Is it because it’s night time? Is this house haunted? Just how many people have been killed here?

You hesitate half way down. You still can’t hear anything downstairs, so you take your chances. You’ll explore as much as you can, learn as much as you can, and then, figure out an escape plan!

Even if you could go for a late night snack, you avoid the kitchen. Learning what else might be downstairs is more important. This house is massive, there’s an echoing to voices sometimes. Yoongi must not have it very furnished. Despite his greedy nature, Yoongi never seemed to be too extravagant with such things. 

If you go to the left, you’ll reach the kitchen. If you go forward, you’ll find a sectional where Yoongi’s underlings will be lounging about during the day. You’ve never ever heard a television, instead you’ll hear the familiar slaps of playing cards, another game you could no longer play without a special set you were too prideful to ask for.

You couldn’t risk going forward and to the front door. You’re sure a man like Yoongi had a security system. But maybe, maybe if you could find a window… So you move toward the only direction you have yet to explore. 

What’s this? It’s sleek, it’s too big to be a window. Is it a door to the backyard?

You feel the rush of excitement and fear pump through your veins as you find the handle, but you have to be cautious, doors could set off the security system he might or might not have. It frustrates you how many things you have to speculate about, how many things you don’t know. 

For all you know there are probably cameras watching you at this very moment! Yet, no one has tried to stop you. Should you just risk it and try to run before he sends someone to collect you?

No, you decide to keep searching.

You finally find an open door. You step inside and follow the walls around, a window! It’s covered by a drape. You bend down, running your hands over the window sill. Finally.

You stand up and keep moving, curious what else you can find before you attempt to open it. You move towards the room’s center. 

It’s a table, but you don’t see it for what it is, your legs hit the edge and it reminds you of Yoongi’s desk in his office and you panic, thinking of how much trouble you will be in if he found you there, and you stumble backward.

You stumble backward into a warm body.

Hands wrap around you, cover your mouth before you can scream, and pin down your arms. 

You breathe heavily into his palm, frozen in fright.

“Shhh.”

You swallow down tears, catching your cries in your throat. He holds you so tight around the waist it stings. You can’t move or scream, so you wait, expecting the worst. The worst is what always happens.

“I’m going to let go now. Don’t scream.”

Jungkook?!

“Hey!” Jungkook lets you go and you shove him away.

In your panic, you’ve decided to just fuck it, and run to escape.

You stumble, shoulders hitting the door frame, falling when your foot hits what you think is a chair leg. You scrape your palm bracing yourself when you hit the floor. You can hear Jungkook right behind you. He’s going to bend down and grab at you, you are already expecting it, so you kick your leg out. 

He grunts in pain so you know you’ve gotten a good kick in and you scramble to your feet, knocking into walls and furniture, searching for the glass door you felt before.

You click the lock down and yank the door open, security system be damned!

You start to run. The soles of your feet hit jagged concrete, and then…air?!

Nope, that’s a pool, you realize as you fall into water. Dammit.

You swim to the surface and hear another loud splash as you wade in water. 

Did he just jump in?!

That was dumb of him. You swim hastily, a second surge of energy rushing through you, you search for the pool’s edge. Your tiny dress still feels like it weighs a ton when you heave yourself over the edge, knees scraping as you crawl out. 

You can hear him already mimicking your actions as he pulls himself out of the water quicker than you thought possible. You crawl quickly away from the noise, using every bit of the energy left inside you, you dig your heels and palms into the earth.

Suddenly, Jungkook’s entire weight is on top of you, stopping your crawl to freedom.

Jungkook grabs your wrists as you claw at dirt. “Stop!” he grunts, yelling, “There’s a ledge here, you’re going to fall off of it and die!” He moves one of your arms out above your head, letting you feel the steep slant of earth downward.

In that moment, you don’t care. This is the closest you’ve gotten to freedom in so long! It’s been so long since you’ve felt grass and dirt and earth. You used to go hiking with Namjoon all the time, you used to breathe in the cool fresh morning air almost every weekend with him. 

Your heart aches when you remember the way he would lead you over steep rocks, his fingers interlaced with yours, the way he would explain the scenery and overlooks and sunsets and sunrises to you so animatedly, you could hear the reverence of what he could see in his voice. You cry with your head buried in the tall grass thinking of Namjoon and the freedom you had. In that moment, you would rather throw yourself off a cliff.

“Don’t take me in, please. Just let me stay outside a bit longer,” you hiccup.

Jungkook rests over you until you both calm down, until he finally rolls off of you, sighing, looking at the night sky. “You know…” he pauses. “If you want to go outside, you can just ask-”

“I don’t want to–” you grit out angrily. “I don’t want to ask for permission like a child. I don’t want to be let outside like a dog! I don’t want– I can’t– Jungkook,” your bottom lip trembles as you suck in air. You let the grass blades tickle your face as you hold yourself together, “I feel like I’m not myself anymore. I-” you can’t continue, you won’t dare admit to him what sick feelings that have grabbed a hold of you.

His cold wet hand touches your cheek, why does it warm you up so suddenly? 

“Where have you been?!” you cry, fist hitting what you assume is his chest. Yoongi, that bastard was right, Jungkook was the closest thing you had to a friend here. You didn’t want to believe he was just as cruel as Yoongi, you didn’t want to believe it!

“It’s safer for you if you stay away from me,” he says softly. Or bluntly. How could you ever really know if you can’t see the longing look he gives you? 

You stay quiet, holding in your objections. You aren’t going to argue with him, you were a fool to care at all about someone who didn’t care at all about you; a criminal; one of your captors. Your eyes sting as Yoongi’s words replayed in your mind, Jungkook saw you as a job, he was being nice because Yoongi told him to, he didn’t want to be around you.

You shiver, hugging yourself. You pull at the tall blades of grass, thinking of Namjoon instead, letting yourself be carried far away from here. Your body couldn’t escape, but your mind could. You hum to yourself.

It was a tune Namjoon played over and over for you, a song of his that didn’t make the cut, it was too soft and sweet, didn’t fit with his persona, yet it was your favorite.

Jungkook sits in his wet clothes uncomfortably, watching you, listening to your sad soft humming as the night starts brightening, and he has no choice but to act. He lifts your defeated body into his arms. “We’re not going to tell anyone about this.”

“About what?” you grumble, shivering in the cold.

-

Jungkook sets you in the bathtub, in your clothes, the wet fabric of your dress clinging to you and leaving nothing to the imagination. You can hear the knobs squeak as he turns on the warm water. You reach out and grab his soaking jacket, gripping it tight. 

“What are you doing, y/n?”

“You’re cold too.” Jungkook pulls away but you hold on tighter. 

“I can’t be in here with you.”

“If you leave now, I swear I will drown myself.” You know you shouldn’t force him to be here with you, but you were desperate, lonely, you didn’t care how uncomfortable you were making him if it meant you felt a little less insane.

Suddenly Jungkook moves closer to you, entering the large bath. He grips your knee, bending your leg.

“W-What are you doing?!” A flood of emotions rush through you, so many at once you don’t know what you’re feeling when he begins to touch you.

“You’re bruised everywhere,” he mutters, gripping your elbow and turning your arm. “I’m going to have to tell him you tried to escape.” 

He sounds frustrated. You accept your fate but it doesn’t make it any easier, knowing Yoongi will lock you up once again, no doubt find some creative way to torture you for trying to leave.

The bathtub steadily fills with water, and the uncomfortable weight on you lessens as the water surrounds your bodies. 

You haven’t let go of him, but you move your grip slightly, feeling for buttons, and once you find them, you start to unbutton his shirt.

If someone were to ask you why you did it, you wouldn’t have been able to articulate a reason, your fingers were working of their own accord, listening to something inside you you couldn’t even hear yourself.

Jungkook hasn’t moved, he holds himself up, gripping the tub’s edges with both hands until you reach the end and push away the fabric. By now the water has filled the tub enough that you float against him. You push both his shirt and jacket off his shoulders.

You place your palm on his chest, you can’t feel the tattoos etched across his skin, you weren’t aware of the extent of his ink markings, but you can feel the cold metal of his nipple piercing and you let out a small gasp in surprise.

Jungkook hasn’t moved, so you let your hand travel down his torso, fingers running along the contours of his muscles, until you reach his belt, his pants, your palm laying along his zipper. 

Jungkook is stiffening under your palm and you gasp louder.

Jungkook finally moves, pulling your wrist away. He holds it tight against the cool ceramic of the tub. “Don’t…don’t make me hurt you.”

You were so used to pain, his warning didn’t deter you how he expected. You wanted him to hurt you. You wanted someone, anyone else, other than Yoongi to think about.

Even when he tightened his grip until you could feel the pain sting into your bones, you didn’t flinch, you didn’t tell him to stop. You let out a silent gasp this time, arching your back against him, and Jungkook saw you were more dangerous than he had believed.

If you could have seen him you could have ruined him.

You gently run your other hand down his body, let your legs wrap around him, listening to his breathing grow louder.

He stands up suddenly. “Wash the chlorine out of your hair, don’t tell Mr. Min anything.”

You pause, “Tell him what?”

Dangerous. Jungkook clears his mind of you, focusing on cleaning the house of da what happened.

When later that day, Yoongi teased you about falling down the stairs, you knew Jungkook did what you had been waiting for, for so long…

…He lied for you.

-

-

-

“What’s this?”

You hold the sleek piece of technology in your hand. 

Is this…a cell phone?

“You’re going to say hello and tell her you’ve taken a job out of the country, and you’re going to make it sound convincing. And if you don’t, if she doesn’t believe you, I’m going to go to her tiny one bedroom Gangnam apartment off of Inchon-ro and I’m going to kill her.” Yoongi says coldly.

You hold your breath. What? Who? What?!

Yoongi crouches down to your level, watching you so close he could see each of your individual eyelashes as you blinked rapidly. 

According to Taehyung, for some reason, one of JTJ’s makeup artists, the girl who used to help you with your makeup, has started asking about your whereabouts. 

She’s questioning other staff, wondering why you haven’t answered any of her calls or texts, with incessant suspicions upon why you have suddenly disappeared without any warning. She’s causing others to wonder as well. 

Even if you had quit on bad terms like what they’ve been telling her, you would have still answered her! It just doesn’t make any sense, she thinks, you were so happy the morning before, making plans with her and the others to have dinner the next day-

She even wanted to get in contact with your family, Taehyung told him worriedly.

“Okay,” you nod. 

Her ringtone, JTJ’s first chart topping song plays in your ear as you try to settle your breathing. 

“Hello?” she answers. Your heart rate suddenly jumps and the pounding is all you can hear as you recognize her voice. 

Yoongi grips your leg, fingers digging, shaking it. “Minah?! Hey, it’s y/n-”

“Y/n!” she gasps, “Oh my god! Oh my god! Girl, what the hell? What happened?! Where did you go?” 

Yoongi grips your knee tight. “I’m fine, I’m okay. Sorry, I’ve just been setting up my new place, I-”

“You haven’t answered my calls, not even my texts,” she says, hurt. “They told me you quit? What happened?!”

“Y-Yes. I did, I uhh, I know it’s gonna sound crazy, but I was offered this amazing job-”

“What?! Where? With who?!”

“In J-Japan, it’s a really good job, I get my own office and everything. After that tour, I just really couldn’t do it anymore, it’s just a lot, you know, that lifestyle.” You pray she doesn’t try to get you to answer her other questions.

“What?” she sounds even less convinced, pausing. “Is this your new number?”

“Y-Yeah, sorry for missing all your calls, my cell was from the company, so I had to surrender it. I really wanted to call you sooner, but it’s just been so hectic…” You hope she believes your lies.

“Anytime I bring you up, the boys act…weird. You just d-disappeared, I-I thought something horrible happened-”

“I’m fine! I think they are just upset, it was such a sudden thing-”

“It was!” She sounds mad. “They told me you were sick when you didn’t show up for our celebration dinner, and then when you weren’t on the plane, they told me you just…left?! No one knew why!” She sounds even angrier.

“Yeah. Yeah, I left, I’m really sorry I didn’t say goodbye.” The words catch in your throat and come out stilted and choppy. You have to get it together.

“But why-”

You take a deep breath, terrified for your friend. 

“Listen, Minah, that night I got into a big fight with Jimin, and I just thought it was best for me to just leave. I really didn’t mean to worry you, b-but this is a once in a lifetime job,” you swallow, trying to keep your voice light and happy. “I had to take it.”

“Oh, okay.” Your lie seems to answer some of her worries. “Have you talked to Jimin since then? He’s just been so…he doesn’t seem like himself since you left. I think he really misses you.”

“Oh, really? No, I haven’t gotten the chance to talk to him.” Your heart is pounding.

“Yeah, talk to him, please! I think he finally realizes what he lost. Everytime I bring you up…no wonder… I told you, didn’t I! He likes you!” she says, sounding happier. “Japan is not too far away, you should go for it now that you’re not under the same company! He is totally heartbroken over you.”

You laugh awkwardly. “Jimin is like my brother!”

“Yeah yeah,” she laughs, sighing. “You two are both hopeless I guess. I miss you, promise me we’ll meet up next time JTJ has a schedule in Japan.”

“I’m s-so busy, but yeah.” Your hand trembles so badly you’re worried the phone will slip between your fingers at any moment.

“Promise!”

“I, um, promise. I miss you, Minah.”

“I miss you too!”

“I really miss you.”

“You okay? Do you like your job? They haven’t gotten a new translator since you left! You could come back, honestly, I’m sure they would take you! Joon has been translating for everyone and I’m sure he would love you back,” she jokes.

“I love my new job.” God, you hope she can’t hear the shake in your voice. “But I really have to go, I am glad I got to talk to you. I might not be able to talk for a while though, but I’m okay!”

“Yeah?”

“Oh! Can you tell Taehyung something?”

“What?”

Yoongi’s presence is suddenly everywhere as you stutter out your last sentence. “It’s about that Blue Moonlight song he’s been working on with-”

The phone clicks as Yoongi snatches it away, and you feel the coldness of loneliness creep back into your body.

“You better hope she’s as dense as she sounds,” he threatens.

“Don’t you dare touch her!”

“You know what? I think we should take a visit to Taehyung then, and listen to that new song of his,” he says, gripping the back of your neck.

You swallow, excitement and fear swirling in the pit of your stomach and rising the bile into your throat.

-

-

Yoongi leans against his Rolls Royce smoking a cigarette.

The door opens and someone sits next to you.

“Y/n.”

“T-Tae?!”

You try not to burst into tears. You frantically reach out to him, and his slender fingers wrap around yours, gripping your hand tightly as he scoots next to you. Then you really burst, crying against him.

You quickly try to pull yourself together, whispering, “Did you get my message?”

“Um, yeah. Blue Moonlight, I’m guessing it's more than just a song title?” He whispers.

“Moonlight Blue.” You repeat the phrase in Thai. “Are w-we alone?” you whisper.

Taehyung eyes the shadow against the window as Yoongi lights up another cigarette. “Yeah, yeah.”

“It’s a club in Thailand. If you take a detective there, in the women’s restroom, inside the second bathroom from the door, my DNA should still be on the door stall, I doubt they cleaned it well. You might be able to get CCTV footage too to show that I’ve been kidnapped, or maybe someone took a picture of it-” you say hastily.

“Of what?”

“My name, I wrote it with my blood,” you say rather proudly.

Taehyung grips your hand tighter. “What? Blood?! He’s made you bleed?!”

You nod hastily. “He’s d-done w-worse,” you stutter, this time you hold in your tears.

Taehyung swallows, resting his head against the car’s seat, feeling sick.

You reach both hands out until you find his shoulder and squeeze. “Taehyung, I have the money saved for my eye surgery in my bank account, I-I’ll give it to you if you help me. Please, please.”

He takes your hand in his again. “I’m not taking your money, y/n.”

“You won’t help me?” you cry desperately. 

He grips your other hand tight, holding them close to his chest. “I’ll talk to Joon and Jimin, we’ll figure something out. Our last album just hit platinum, we have stocks in the company now. We’ll find a way to help you.”

“We’re leaving for Japan right now. Right now, Taehyung. Please hurry.” You can’t tell whether it’s you trembling now or the scared singer. Taehyung brings your hands to his mouth and kisses your knuckles and you do the same, welcoming his comforting affection. 

-

Yoongi watches as you and the singer cling to each other. He rolls his eyes and flicks his cigarette to the ground, stomping out his frustrations into the tarmac pavement.

“Well?” he asks once Taehyung steps out and shuts the car’s door.

“Midnight Blue.” He says the name in accented Thai. “The club you took her to in Thailand, Blue Midnight.” Taehyung gulps.

“Ahh fuck, you’re right. But why-”

“She thinks if I can get CCTV footage, we can use it in a case against you.”

“Huh really? Most of them don’t even work in that area, but I can have my men check.” Yoongi runs his hand through his hair. “Anything else?” Taehyung shakes his head, unable to look the loan shark in the face. 

“You two were talking for a long time, what else?” He grabs the singer by the collar to make a point, shoving him against the door. You flinch inside.

“She told me you cut her, made her bleed there in Thailand, is that what you did?!” Taehyung pushes against the loan shark, shoving him away.

Yoongi cocks his head to the side, looking confused. “Eh?” He rubs the back of his neck, trying to remember, “Oh, it was one of my men. I took care of it.”

“Are y-you hurting her?”

“Why do you suddenly care?” Yoongi crosses his arms, “Are you gonna stop me if I am?” he asks, challenging the singer.

“She’s done nothing wrong, It’s not her damn fault, it’s Jimin’s, if you had just killed him instead-”

“You would have liked that, huh?” he tuts, “Wanted to go solo that bad, now you’re stuck with those two idiots and your album is on hold,” he rolls his eyes. “If you’re not making money, you’re gonna be in the same boat as Jimin, and you don’t have anyone to save your ass-”

“Just let her go then!” he hisses, trying to keep his voice down so you don’t hear. “Make Jimin pay you whatever he owes you!”

“So she can go to the police?” Yoongi crosses his arms, snorting.

“Min, I-I don’t understand. What are you going to do, keep her forever?!”

“Maybe,” Yoongi says dismissively. “Why?”

“Are you s-serious?!” he stutters.

“It was the deal-”

“S-She didn’t understand-”

“She’s a grown woman, she made her choice.”

Taehyung looks at the loan shark with disbelieving eyes. “Please, Y-Yoongi-”

Yoongi grabs the singer again, done with arguing, “Want to take on Jimin’s debt on top of what you still owe me instead, yeah? Go get her, take her.” He’s met with silence. “Then shut the fuck up.” He signals for his men, who have been waiting to board. “Send me Joon’s schedule, I’ll deal with him when we get back to Korea.”

“Okay,” Taehyung mutters defeatedly. He places his hand on the car’s window. You don’t notice him of course. He says his goodbyes silently, to himself to ease his mind, like a coward.

-

Yoongi didn’t need to keep a low profile in Tokyo, the city was too big, so many tourists and locals crammed together, he and his associates became just another mean face in the crowd. He bought out a few penthouses in an expensive hotel for the week, with a kitchen and a private hot spring and all the amenities you could ever want. 

It was your lavish prison cell.

“What’s wrong with her?” Jon asks, setting plastic bags of Japanese convenience store food on the counter. Jungkook shakes his head, sending him a look that reads, ‘Please just shut the fuck up about it.’

Jon clears his throat, he looks around, turning on a lamp, fiddling with the shade until he’s happy with the amount of light before leaving you and Jungkook in Yoongi’s private penthouse.

Before he leaves, Jon steps in front of you, studying you with the same scrutiny as he did the new area. He lifts your head up, a crooked finger under your chin. Your eyes are bloodshot, your lids swollen from crying. “Hey, don’t give up.” 

Easy for him to say, that man acts like he doesn’t have a care in the world. You bite your lip, making sure to keep your head up no matter how heavy you feel. “Give me a reason not to give up,” you grumble softly.

Jon stays silent. He steps away from you and nods towards the younger man.

Jungkook sings in his head to drown out your crying as he unwraps the food for you.

You hear the clanging of a glass plate set in front of you.

You raise your hand, hovering over it. Jungkook puts his hand over yours. This is the most he’s interacted with you since your last altercation.

You can’t take it. You can’t take this anymore. You can’t!

“What are you doing, y/n?!” Jungkook grips your other hand quickly, before you can do any more damage. The plate lays shattered under your fist.

“J-Just let me have this, so I can hurt him.”

He yanks the glass plate shard out of your hand.

“Listen to me,” he whispers. “You’re not going to hurt him. Because you can’t hurt him. You’re lucky Jon wasn’t still here, or anyone else for that matter-”

“I’m not with anyone else. I’m with you.”

After a long silence Jungkook finally lets go of your hand, wiping the mess off the counter and into the trash and pulling more food out for you now that you’ve shattered your plate to pieces. “You're testing my patience. Yoongi is mad at me because of you. If you try anything else, I will hurt you again.”

“Hurt me, then. Kill me. Do it.” You reach out, searching for his arms and clumsily put them to your neck. “Kill me, please! I’m not going to fucking do it anymore!”

Jungkook watches you cry. Despite everything you continue to rebel. No matter how small. You refuse to let Yoongi change you.

It stirs something inside him. A question he’s never spoken aloud.

You notice his sharp intake of breath so close to your temple. Is he smelling you?

“J-Jungkook?”

“I will only kill you if Min asks me to.” Soft, chapped lips brush against yours so quickly you question if you imagined it. “Listen to Jon, you’ve made it this far, don’t give up.”

“No.” You tremble, “You’re going to help me get out one way or another, Jungkook.” 

You feel him move away and reach for him again in desperation. His fingers are back around your throat, shoving you into hotel kitchen cabinets and lifting you off your feet in his anger.

You struggle, unable to breathe. You let your hands follow down his arms until you reach his face. And instead of what Jungkook thought you were going to do, what he would have done: tried to retaliate, fight against him, you hold his cheeks in your palms, thumb running soft lines across his face and over the scars you remembered.

Jungkook lets you drop, shuddering. You cough, inhaling air quickly.

Jungkook is a trained killer. His hands don’t shake, yet…

He looks down at you, silently crying on the floor.

He lets out a slow breath.

“Eat.” He mutters.

“I’ll only eat if you stop ignoring me,” you choke out, glaring in his general direction.

It makes him smile. “Okay, okay.”

You end up eating on the floor with the young gangster in silence, who has his body pressed up against your side. He hands you bites you take reluctantly. Jungkook pulls out his cell, opening a video he took, and you listen to soft cheering as the second half of last week's soccer match plays on his device. You quietly cry and nibble on food until you get caught up in the match, gasping along with the crowd over the very last play.

-

-

“You did well today,” Yoongi says, undoing his tie. 

You pull off your heels, frowning. “I’ve been with you for months now, so I want to know exactly how much left I owe-”

“Owe?”

“Yes, the amount. Of Jimin’s debt, I want to know exactly how much I have left! You’ve made hundreds of thousands of won on deals I helped facilitate, haven’t you? That counts for something, doesn’t it?!”

Yoongi wasn’t prepared for your outburst, but he knew it would happen sooner or later. And it didn’t stop him from becoming furious with you. “Any other demands you want to make, want a pension plan?” He goads.

You bite back your retorts and take a deep breath. “I want to know exactly how much longer I have to suffer here with a monster like you.”

“Suffer? You ate Wagyu steak today, the jacket you’re wearing is Givenchy.” His finger pokes into your shoulder so hard you almost lose your balance. “Which, by the way, will be deducted off your earnings, of course-” 

“What?!”

“That’s right,” he says lowly.

“I didn’t ask for this!” You yank off your jacket and throw it on the ground at his feet. 

He’s in your space again, his body walking into yours with no intention of letting you move away from him. You would have fallen over if he hadn’t grabbed the front of your shirt. “Going to give me back this shirt too?!” Yoongi rips the buttons off as he yanks the front open. 

You yell and grab at the pieces and hold them over your chest. “Haven’t you learned anything?” he screams in your face. Yoongi holds your head in his hands. You close your eyes out of instinct as tears well up in the corners, breathing through your mouth so you don’t have to smell his cologne, clenching your jaw to keep yourself silent. “You wanted this. Remember that? When you begged Jimin to let me have you? You’re mine, y/n.”

“I’ll never be yours,” you grit out.

“You’re already mine. And I can do whatever I want with you,” Yoongi rasps out with just as much vitriol. 

And then he does what you hate most, he presses his lips against yours. His hand keeps you from pulling your head away, his lips pressed to yours tightly, so you’re forced to inhale him, so you can’t help but gasp in air and open your mouth for him.

You reach for his neck, you try to choke him, fisting his hair and pulling, but it only seems to rile Yoongi up even more as his tongue invades your mouth. 

He finally lets you breathe, pulling your hands away from his throat and securing them behind your back, mouth moving to your jaw and down your neck as he holds you tight. “Mine,” he nips your neck.

It snaps something inside you, you caught yourself before you slipped away completely, and you snapped back, fighting against him. “Get off me!” 

You squirm your way out of his hold and push him away and to your surprise, he doesn’t push you back. He is no longer in your space.

You wipe your mouth and straighten your clothes, unsuccessfully trying to put your shirt back together.

Yoongi stays quiet. You know he’s there, somewhere, watching you, but he’s so quiet! Where the hell is he?

Yoongi watches as you frown and hesitantly reach your hand out in front of you.

You flinch when Yoongi hand smacks your hand down, and swing your fist out in anger, hitting air.

Yoongi laughs tauntingly to your right.

“I’m not yours,” you finally mutter out. Your head is pulled back as Yoongi yanks you by the hair and then shoves you forward. You cry out in pain, knee hitting the corner of something hard. 

Yoongi stays quiet instead of arguing back, he is trying to drive you crazy and it’s working, it’s maddening, you bite back tears as you breathe in sharply.

You stumble, moving around furniture and bumping into a wall. You frantically search for something to grab. 

You throw your hand behind you on a hunch that the loan shark was leering behind you, and he catches it easily, pulling you off balance again. 

You scream out in anger, “You think because you force yourself on me, I’m yours? I can’t stand you, I hate you! When you touch me, I think of someone, anyone, else! You think because I’m blind, I can’t see how hideous you are? How miserable-” you choke on your words as he grabs you by the neck and his grip tightens on your throat. 

He shakes you, moves you around so quickly you stumble backward, terrified he is going to make you collide into something, you have to grip him back to you from falling. 

You struggle against his advances until he’s over you, pinning you into couch cushions. “You disgust me.”

“Yeah?” Yoongi doesn’t believe you. You are trying to anger him, you’re trying to hurt him. He’s played this game before, he knows this game. “But if I was Jimin, or Taehyung, or Namjoon, you wouldn’t be disgusted, that right?” He yells in your face. Why does he always have to bring them up?!

He moves his leg in between yours, pressing his knee against you harshly. “You would happily spread your legs, give them whatever they want because they’re famous-”

You push as hard as you can against his shoulders, yelling, “What?! They would never take advantage of me! They saved me,” you grunt. “You have no idea-”

“I have no idea?” he laughs at you. “I grew up with Taehyung in Daegu, did he forget to mention that to you during your little reunion? I know them. I know Jimin is back to getting high again, he tried to clean up his act for a hot second, but like always, he cares more about his own self gratification than anything else. What do you think will happen after he burns through all his money?” 

Yoongi runs his thumb across your dry lips. “Do you think he’ll come back groveling to me, or do you think he’ll try to convince someone else to fund his addiction? Do you think if I offered him all the drugs his heart desires he wouldn’t hurt you for it? You’re so sure he won’t, are you?”

You have your eyes closed again and he doesn’t like that. Even if you can’t see him, he likes watching your deep irises. Even if you can’t see, your eyes still redden with tears and your expression darkens for him, blazes for him. “And Kim Namjoon, is he the one you think about? When he could care less about you? He’s no knight in shining armor coming to rescue you, and you’re sure no damn princess!”

Yoongi snakes his hand between your bodies and inside your pants, letting out a deep breath when you struggle and he realizes why. “If this isn’t mine, then why does it get so wet for me? Fuck…you’re so wet…”

You feel the last threads of your sanity breaking, and you want to hurt him the only way you can now, you can’t stop yourself, “No, I don’t think about Namjoon, I think about Jungkook,” he hiss.

You try to claw at his face, which stops his advances momentarily. Yoongi pulls his hand out of your pants and holds your wrists down until you stop struggling, and then he yells, “Jeon!”

You hear the door open as someone walks in.

“…S-Sir?”

“Come here and hold Miss y/l/n’s hands down.”

It’s deathly quiet until you hear movement again as Jungkook crosses the room. Yoongi’s grip lessens for only a moment until it’s replaced, your hands pressed above your head. You start to cry.

The pressure of Yoongi’s knee is gone as he moves down your body.

Your belt is unbuckled.

Your zipper is pulled down.

His hands reach around your hips and you kick out, attempting to hurt him when he pulls your pants and panties off your legs.

“Stop, stop this!” You’re begging Jungkook, but his grip on you doesn’t lessen. Jungkook’s fingers might as well have been shackles as you try to pull free.

“Who are you thinking about now, y/n?” Yoongi slips his fingers easily into your heat.

You clench your teeth so hard your molars feel like they might crack under the pressure. “You’re pathetic, you know that?!” You let yourself be overcome with anger, a much more agreeable feeling than the hopelessness you felt. “You must be really hideous if you can’t find anyone else to fuck! Is that why you went into this business, huh? Couldn’t get any decent woman so you surround yourself with strippers and prostitutes, and they won’t even fuck you?!” You scream out in frustration as his steady pace quickens inside you unrelentingly.

Yoongi chuckles at your outburst, his body weight pressing on your legs. “Ahh now we both know that’s not true.” He says cockily. You chose to ignore the way the girls at Yoongi’s establishments would address him, the flirtatious tone in their voices when the courageous one would ask him if he needed anything, offering their “services” up to him.

“Then why me?!”

“Because I want you.” 

Yoongi drags his two fingers out of you, and presses three fingers inside when he enters you again, his thumb rubbing across your clit. 

Your heart beats so fiercely in your chest you think you might suffer a heart attack, you hope you do when you feel the heat inside you rise, unable to stop your whimpers no matter how hard you clench your jaw.

Yoongi knows your body now, he knows the pressure that makes you shake, the movement you can’t resist. He rocks his hand into you steadily and precisely as you try not to tremble, as you try to think of anything other than what he was doing to you so you aren’t overcome.

But it only takes a few more minutes before you are overcome, unable to stop your body arching and muscles locking, and your breath stuttering and a moan escaping.

The hands around your wrists disappear and in the next few moments you hear the door slam shut.

“Jun-” Yoongi’s hand presses over your mouth.

Yoongi doesn’t want to hear whatever you have to say, something that would surely make his blood pressure sky rocket. Yoongi looks at the closed door. He has a choice to make. Should he go after Jungkook? No, he will let the young gangster cool down. 

That’s not the only choice he has to make. He looks down at you. You look exactly how he feels, a fierce mixture of fury and puzzlement and anguish twisting at your brows and behind your unfocused glare.

He removes his hand from your mouth, gripping at your neck instead to hold you still.

Rather than letting your emotions take over you again you try to think this through. He is still over you, body in between your legs, fully clothed despite your almost nakedness. You had a choice to make.

“You upset him.” You’re met with silence. “Do you think you can treat people like this forever and they will just take it?” His hand tightens around your throat as he pushes your head back. You yell in pain, but keep trying. “Go ahead, you’ll end up all alone just like you deserve,” you gasp.

“Like you?”

His words feel like a cold shower. When you freeze, Yoongi takes the opportunity to switch the subject of conversation. He brushes his lips across your jaw, finally calming down, “Want to know what you owe me now? Nothing. And nothing you could do or say would ever make me let you go,” he says gently, licking across your neck. 

He moves his other hand back down your body, achingly slow, pushing the broken pieces of your shirt away from your chest and tugging at the uncovered flesh. Why does he have to do this to you? Why? You hate how his touches twists your emotions and you hate how he knows it too. “Like I said, y/n, you’re mine now,” he says huskily. His mouth captures your nipple as he sucks and licks across your chest.

You feel rooted against him, unable to move as you process his words. You can’t fully however, his touches making it impossible to concentrate on anything but his harsh sucking and fondling. 

“Wait-”

“No.” 

You let your muscles relax and stop fighting against him, why should you? It never works, it never ever works. 

-

You rest your palm on the window, the glass is hotter than the surrounding air, and you move closer until your nose touches the glass, soaking in the warmth of the sun outside.

Yoongi’s voice is behind you, still in bed. “Come here, you’re giving everyone a free show.” You must have woken him up when you left the bed.

You rest your forehead on the glass. “I want to go outside today, take me to a cafe.” You don’t ask him, you tell him.

Yoongi studies your naked figure framed by the just risen sun.

He clears his throat, “I’ll have Jeon take you later-”

“I don’t want to go with him, I want to go with you.”

Yoongi pauses. “Why? He was just following orders.”

Facing the sun, the brightness allows you to see the most light possible. You don’t know if it's your imagination at this point, but you like to believe it really is orange and yellow you’re seeing in the otherwise blurry darkness.

“I want to go with you,” you say.

“I’ll see…I’ll find some time.” Perhaps it’s the tiredness still in his voice, but his tone seems to soften.

“Okay.”

“Come here.”

You close your eyes, let the darkness settle in, focus on the heat at your fingertips.

You spent the night dissecting what Yoongi had said to you and everything that’s happened to you since finding yourself in the loan shark's service. You had been too distracted, too focused on your own desires of freedom to notice Yoongi’s desires.

You didn’t want to believe it either, that he might have become more than just fond of you. It didn’t make sense, but now that you were really picking apart his actions, it was there, twisted and dark, his own particular kind of affection...for you.

You should have realized this sooner, but you didn’t even want to accept your own twisted emotions. If you had, you would have also figured that it would make sense he was going down the same dark path.

You asked yourself all night, now what should you do? 

You have decided now, turning to him and letting your body relax.

You were going to use it against him.

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[1:58am] | park jimin

PLAY I WANNA BE YOURS BY THE ARCTIC MONKEYS

genre: established! relationship, fluff, smut, soft sex, love, affection, bathtub sex, physical touch, feels

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it was late at night, 1:58am to be exact. you were laying in jimins bed, watching him as he sat on his desk, working on correcting an essay. he had told you an hour ago he would be done soon and join you in bed, but he was still working and refused to stop working. you were slowly growin impatient since you wanted to spend time with him.

you sighed and rolled off the bed, tiptoeing over to his desk where you pulled on the sleeve of his hoodie. "jimiiiin" you whined, making him hum in response, not looking up from what he was writing "it's been an hour, for how long do you want to continue working on that damn essays? you can just finish it tomorrow"

"an hour? oh shit" he widened his eyes as he looked at the clock on his phone "just a little bit longer baby, you can sleep if you want" he looked up at you, caressing the small of your back as you pouted. "i won't go to to sleep without you, plus i'm not tired yet" "okay, then just wait a little longer alright?" you huffed out, turning around and stomping back to bed. out of the corner of your eye you saw him look at you but turned around as soon as you were on his bed.

you laid on your back and looked at the ceiling, thinking about how you would get him to spend time with you. after a few minutes of thinking, you grinned to yourself, knowing how you would get jimin to spend time with you. you got up from the bed once again, but instead of walking to him, you took off your clothes, only leaving your white lacy undewear on, his favourite.

"babe, what are you doing" he murmured, looking at your figure with hooded eyes as he must've heard you taking off your clothes since he was turned around now. "i'll go and take a warm bath" you innocently smiled at him before walking across his room to the door that led you into his master bathroom, which you were glad at the moment he didn't share with one of the others.

you turned on warm water to fill the big bathtub, smiling to yourself as you lit the scented vanilla candles around the tub. you added some soap to create bubbles before you turned off the lights, the moonlight shining brightly into the big window next to the bathtub, a starry night.

you smiled as you heard jimin entering the bathroom, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pressed a tender kiss on your neck "you know this is my favourite one" he breathed against you neck, playing with the waistband of your panties, you nodded and bit your lip, holding back a smile "let's turn on some music, hm?" you nodded and let him go over to music box where he connected his phone. you grinned brightly as you heard the bass of the first song filling the bathroom. do i wanna know.

jimin knowingly smirked at you, placing his phone on the counter before he walked back to you, taking off his shirt in the meantime. the tub was still filling up with water as he wrapped his arms around your waist once again, facing you with a soft smile.

"i'm sorry that i took so long with work" he spoke softly, in loosing your bra and taking it off of you. "it's okay" you smiled at him, now you were the one playing with the waistband of his pants. he giggled at that, cupping your face and pulling you into a gentle kiss. you melted into his body, your hands wrapping around his wrists, down his forearm "let's get into the water" he mumbled against your lips, both of you quickly taking off your remaining clothes before you both went into the tub, turning off the water as you both let yourselves relax.

"come here" jimin made grabby hands in your direction, making you smile as you sat on his lap, chest to chest as his arms wrapped around your waist. you wrapped your arms around his neck, biting back a grin as you felt his half hard dick on the inside of your thigh. "what?" he smirked, pressing you harder down agaisnt his dick as he bit his lip. you giggled, falling against his chest as it vibrated under you. "cute" he mumbled, pecking your head before he tilted your chin upwards, connecting your lips into a passionate kiss.

you softly moaned into his mouth as he started massaging your breasts, your hips automatically grinding down on him "mhm, good girl" he spoke against your lip, gripping your waist a little harder, fully hard under you now as your wet slick folds rubbed up and down on him.

"ahh- jimin" you whimpered out, eyes shut as his length perfectly stimulated your clit. "what is it, angel?" he smirked, nipping at your jaw as your head was tilted back "are you gonna cum from just humping me?" he teased, giving your waist a firm squeeze as you nodded, whimpering out"please"

"go on then, cum for me when you're ready baby" he continued kissing your neck, he himself groaning as you moved up and down on him, precum leaking onto his tummy in the process, the water around you making some noises as it hit the walls. "i'm gonna cum" you whined, gripping his shoulders tightly as you moaned out his name, praised leaving his mouth as he held you in his arms, helping you riding out your high as your movements faltered a little.

"such a good girl" he murmured, kissing your lips passionately as you slowly came down from your high. your tongues were messily dancing with each other, the sound of no. 1 part anthem playing in the background. "wanna ride you minie" you breathed against his lips, earning a groan from him as you felt him twitch for a second. "you want to ride me?" he smirked, pulling away from the kiss to look you in the eyes with a cocky look on his face "then do it"

you bit your lip at that, lifting your self up a bit to wrap your fingers around his dick to align it with your entrance, earning a soft moan from him as you pumped his shaft a bit before sinking down on him. "mhmm" he hummed, letting his head fall back against the edge of the tub, eyes closed as you slowly let yourself down on him completely, a whimper escaping your mouth "you feel so good" he praised "keep going angel" his hands comfortingly caressing your sides and back up and down as you adjusted to his size.

after a few moments you were relaxed enough to move; your hands placed against his chest as you slowly began moving up and down on him "mhm~ just like that" he groaned as you rolled your hips against his, a loud moan escaping your mouth as his tip brushed your gspot. you started bouncing again, his dick finding your gspot everytime that you couldn't help but fall onto his chest, continuing your movements as good as you could as he chuckled breathlessly, easily helping you move up and down with his hands on your butt "feels good, doesn't it?" he firmly squeezed your butt, wanting you to answer as you only nodded your head in response, your fingers crawling into his skin as you heavily breathed "feels so g-good" you mumbled out, hoping it was enough for him and it was.

you walls clenched around him as you were nearing your second orgasm, he himself groaning deeply as he was close too. you went slack in his arms as he lifted your butt up and started pounding into you repeatedly, hitting the spongy spot inside you perfectly. "are you gonna cum for me again baby? hm?" he breathed right into your ear, the bathroom filled with the sounds of wet skin slapping, both your moans and the am album playing in the back ground "yes!" you moaned out, clenching around him tightly as you came undone "there you go" he groaned, spilling his cum right into you as he came seconds after you "thaaaats it"

you trembled in his arms from over stimulation as he came deep inside you, both of you moaning loudly.

"you feel incredible" he heavily breathed into your ear, holding you tightly onto him as you gasped for air, slowly but surely coming down from your high "my good little girl"

both of you stilled, heavily breathing as each of you calmed down. you were still laying on his chest when he made the move to pull out of you, but you stopped him before he could do that "stay in me" you mumbled, earning a soft and tried smile from him as he nodded "you did so good baby" he praised, kissing your forehead.

you looked out of the window, staring into the night sky and admiring the stars as you felt his steady heart beat under you, his hands caressing up and down your back as you softly played with his locks, each other's touch relaxing both of you.

you smiled and closed your eyes as you heard the next and last song on the album playing.

i wanna be yours.

I wanna be your vacuum cleaner

Breathing in your dust

I wanna be your Ford Cortina

I will never rust

If you like your coffee hot

Let me be your coffee pot

You call the shots, babe

I just wanna be yours

I wanna be your setting lotion

Hold your hair in deep devotion (I'll be)

At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean

Now I wanna be yours

Secrets I have held in my heart

Are harder to hide than I thought

Maybe I just wanna be yours

I wanna be yours

you turned your head to him as the melody came to an end, finding him already looking down at you with a gentle smile, his eyes shining in the moonlight. it felt magical as everything else was compelty quite, feeling as if just you and him were in the world. you were sure your heart was running a mile as he brought his hand up to tuck your probably completely messy hair behind your ear, his palm sliding down to caress your cheek.

"i love you jimin" you sincerely spoke, voice not louder than a whisper as you stared into his eyes, a smile of love and adoration on your face. "i love you" he whispered back, eyes shining with the same amount of love and adoration as yours.

you smiled even wider after that, leaning in for a chasteful kiss, putting all your love into it. both of you pulled away to look into each other eyes again, giggling as neither of you wanted to look away.

"we should head to bed" jimin softly spoke, caressing your head as you see already half asleep on his chest. "hm? o-oh yeah" you mumbled, sitting up to carefully let him slip out of you, some more of his cum dripping into the already dirty water in the process. he helped you clean yourself real quick and cleaned himself too before getting out of the tub and lifting you out of it too.

it was a comfortable silence as he opened the door to his room to let some light shine in, both of you wrapped in fluffy towels as he let the water out of the tub and you blew out the candles.

after both of you had put on some clothes, you were cuddled up against each other in his bed, the clock on. his nightstand showing 3:47 am.

"good night baby" he whispered, kissing your forehead as you were already drifting into a deep and calm sleep in his hands, happy

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[kimvante2013]

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Pairing: Maknae BTS x f!Reader

Genre: Smut,fluff,marriage life au,family au

Warning: None/just a little smut, the members of the maknae line are in their thirties, a lot of honey, and softness, they are already parents, they just want to spend time with the love of their life,English is not my first language so I apologize if there is a mistake.

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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧

"Behave well, don't give your grandparents any problems," Park Jimin warns as he finishes fastening the belts of his princesses.

He leaves a delicate kiss on the forehead of each of his girls, they laugh at the same time and with a mischievous tone they chant at the same time - We will be good girls.

Jimin narrows his eyes as if to tell them "you better", then closes the door car and addresses his parents.

-Be careful, contact us as soon as you arrive in Busan- He tells them and gives them a warm smile.

He pats the hood as the car is about to leave, then everyone in the car shakes their hands at him.

Jimin lets out a heavy sigh as he walks towards the house with his hands kept in his back pockets, he feels a certain feeling of emptiness when his girls are not there and you are still at the publishing house.

Then a smile full of malice appeared on his expressionless face. Should I surprise you with a romantic evening? Make you dinner and decorate the place a little so you know how far things flow. He didn't wait after that idea crossed his mind, everything would be ready when you arrived.

Four hours later everything was ready, Jimin had his chest puffed out with pride when he saw all the work he had done alone and even with himself. You knew how crazy you were that he wore a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved black shirt with the top buttons undone, you were definitely going to be surprised.

You arrived home at the same time as always, you frowned when you noticed that all the lights in the house were off then the thought that Maybe Jimin had left due to some issue at his company, it saddened you greatly.

What would you do without the girls and Jimin at home? But to your surprise, as soon as you opened the door, a path of candles and petals settled in front of you, you followed it with a smile on your face and then you couldn't be more confused to see that that path took you directly to the bathroom.

Upon entering through the open door of this one you noticed the tub full of foam that also had petals inside it and next to it was him, that hypnotizing man next to the tub with one hand inside it.

-The bathroom is ready-He warns, looking up at you, he has a radiant and sweet smile that infects you instantly.

And barely finding your voice, you ask in a whisper: -What is all this? Jimin approaches you and runs his hands around your waist to help you take off the coat you are wearing.

-This, my love, is simply a detail, a simple one but one that you well deserve. -He brushes your hair to one side and kisses the back of your neck.

-We will start here, and then we will eat a dinner that I prepared myself.

Do you prefer that I come into the bath with me or do I help you clean yourself? You let out a loud sigh, letting yourself be undressed by him, letting yourself be kissed by him and it was more than perfect.

-I prefer that you come in next to me-You turn to face him, their faces are so close that not a second passes before they are kissing each other desperately.

It's been so long since you've been missing those kinds of spaces together, you loved when Park Jimin had those details with you.

-And tell me, do you prefer that I just keep you company or will you let me make love to you in that bathtub?

You let out a moan against his lips as you feel his hands on your waist,you are so hot that his wet hands cause a slight tingle. Right now,any place Jimin decides to touch will make you delirious with anticipation, it's more than obvious what you want.

"And how are you going to make love to me?" You ask, trying to play along.

The shirtless guy and you completely naked, but without anything relevant yet,they still have a whole weekend.

There is no reason to rush things.

-Slow, I will take my time to feel you completely, love, all night- He kisses you again, and you press him closer to you.

"All night long," you say, repeating that promise on his lips.

𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠

It had been a very exhaustive trip for Kim Taehyung, he had left very early for Daegu to be able to share a good time with his parents and thus leave his three monsters in the countryside in the company of their grandparents,he anxiously hoped that his little ones would enjoy that trip so much place like he used to do in his childhood.

He took the road when night was already falling, it had been an exciting day and he was grateful that his children were as carefree as him,since for your part the fact that the mud could ruin your shoes, that the mosquitoes could become very attached to you or Among many other things, it made you refuse any plan that included the field and you in the same word.

And that was the reason why Taehyung was so upset with you, since you had taken your body out completely when you found out about the plans he had for that day, and how could you not be if it had been a complete disrespect not only to your in-laws but also to Taehyung's origins?

Were you sorry? Yes, of course you were, that kept going through your head even though your intentions had been not to ruin their day with your complaints or your long faces, but you could feel the rejection that you had provoked in your loved one. Anyway, you were too anxious to know that he would return that same night, you thought that maybe he would stay at his parents' house because of what happened, but you knew very well that Taehyung ne was capable of leaving you without any company.

When you heard the door lock on the ground floor of his home you swore you could feel your heart bursting out of your chest.

You tried various poses as you listened to his footsteps approach the room, in the end you ended up with one hand supporting your head and your other arm resting on your hip while your body was turned towards the door. You were wearing a pretty white lingerie that you hoped would help calm your husband's bad temper.

As soon as the door was opened, you noticed Taehyung's slender and tall figure illuminated by the moonlight that filtered through the blinds, but you couldn't decipher what expression his face had at that moment.

What if you were rejected? Surely your pride couldn't handle it. You bit your lips impatient for his silence. The non-annoyed Tae would have already said some horny comment or lunged at you, but he remained under the doorway without intending to make any movement.

-Do you think that this way you will solve things? -It makes you shudder to hear that voice so hoarse and cold. You are a little disconcerted, so you abandon the pose you had and decide to sit on the edge of the bed with your gaze fixed on the floor. -Seriously, it was not my intention to make you feel that your origins bother me and that I don't like your parents. "Jeez Taehyung, I would love you the same if you were the sexy farmer from Daegu and not a famous singer!" You exclaim a little upset, just a little, you hate when everything goes wrong between the two of you.

Then you look up and see him in front of you: -Would you be mine regardless? What? And if I tell you now that I would like to move to Daegu, would we

We will separate and you will never wear outfits that are so hot for me again? You let out a small laugh, he is so sincere and spontaneous.

-I may not be a big fan of the countryside, but if you are happy and the children are happy there, it will be more than enough for me-You answer honestly.

Then you get out of bed and whisper against his lips: - Regarding the hot outfits, I will wear them as long as you are willing to take them off.

Taehyung seals his lips against yours in a hungry kiss, you have to cling to him when you feel your legs tremble and then he decides to give you a slight push so that you fall on the bed, positioning himself over you. -I would never get tired of having to take them off, beautiful. It's my favorite part.

𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤

His routine that Sunday had been quite simple. After leaving Minho with your mother, you and Jungkook had gotten to work on your respective studies; nothing out of this world, perhaps tranquility reigned in their home at that moment but they both had to accept that they loved listening to their son's mischievous laugh and participating in some of his occurrences,and they were a little desperate due to the overwhelming silence that reigned in their home. home. Then it was time for dinner, and it was as quiet as their afternoon had been.

Had they fought or something like that? Not exactly, but those days were the ones where the most stress fell on both of them, whether it was because of their jobs or other issues, both of them were very aware that in those times they couldn't annoy each other, so they preferred to keep silence.

Jungkook had gone to bed before you, but what surprised you most was seeing him sleeping in the same clothes, he wasn't usually one of those, he was too clean.

You went to take a bath anyway, came out in his towel and then left it on the side of the bed when you started putting the cream on.

You felt strong hands pull your waist causing you to fall completely on the mattress, then you wet and naked had a dry and clothed Jungkook cornering you.

-I can't keep pretending to be decent-You can't help but leave your confused face aside causing Jungkook to smile against your lips-I've been wanting to make love to you all day and now that I have the chance I won't let it go.

Then you smile a huge smile while you put your arms behind Jungkook's neck and wrap your legs around him: -And what are you waiting for? Show me.

And well after all the house was not going to be so silent anymore, not silent at all.

𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 (𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧)

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[btsficsandsuch]

I'd like to request an OT7 reaction to you being on your period and having cramps<3

Here you go! I hope this is okay.

Reaction to Period Cramps

Jin:

He makes you all of your favorite meals, especially your favorite triple chocolate brownies with caramel frosting and he doesn’t even judge you when you eat three of them within minutes of each other. He knows that you’re going through a lot and if some brownies is what makes you feel better then so be it. Afterwards he’d cuddle in bed and rub your belly trying to trying to ease away the pain (and slight tummy ache from all the sugar but he’d never bring that part up).

Yoongi:

He was never really one for cuddling. He didn’t see how it would help with the pain but he did always make sure he had pain relievers on him in case you needed them and he’d always make sure you were hydrated because he knew dehydration could make the cramps worse. Then one month they were particularly bad. The pain relievers weren’t even making a dent. So when he came home and found you in bed with a heating pad wrapped around your mid section and noticed your tear stained cheeks he couldn’t help it and didn’t think twice before climbing in bed next to you gently pressing the heating pad on you to get more of the heat to your core. He laid there with you for a while until you were able to fall asleep and he realized maybe cuddling did have some healing properties after all.

Namjoon:

You’re surprised with how every month it seems like he’s telling you a new period fact. If you weren’t in so much pain you’d find it adorable. This month he’s going on about different vitamins you could try and then there’s this herbal tea that he read is supposed to be really helpful. Gently you took his phone and placed it on the stand next to him before taking his hand and placing it on your lower abdomen motioning for him to rub circles. He realized that was all you wanted and he happily obliged.

Hoseok:

You had texted him to let him know you were leaving work early due to your cramps. You just couldn’t take it any more. When you finally made it home you were greeted with the heavy aroma of pizza. You found the living room filled with all your favorite junk foods, the tv had your favorite movie ready to hit play, your comfiest hoodie and fuzzy socks were waiting for you on the couch, and he came walking out from the bedroom holding your favorite heated blanket and the teddy bear that you slept with every night.

Jimin:

You didn’t even have to say anything. He knew you were in pain thanks to how quiet you were. He quietly got up and walked towards the bedroom returning several minutes later. He held out his hand to you and then walked you to the bathroom where he had a hot bath waiting with some of your favorite vanilla scented bubble bath. He’d help you undress and get in the tub then he’d bring you a glass of wine and turn on a relaxing playlist for you. When you were done he’d help you into your comfy pajamas and then into bed so you could try and sleep away the pain.

Taehyung:

He’d be kind of lost. He tried buying you nice things but he knew that wouldn’t take away the pain. He’d rub your belly and bring you aspirin but that only helped momentarily. He even tried Jins famous brownie recipe that Jin swears helps his girlfriend but it didn’t seem to make you any happier. One day you found him laying next to you in bed tearing up. After questioning him he broke down and told you how he felt awful that he couldn’t make you feel better. You reassured him that it wasn’t his fault and you appreciated every little thing he did and sometimes just being next to him was all you needed.

Jungkook:

He would take you on walks around the city to get some exercise. He read that exercise can help ease cramps but he knew you wouldn’t want to set foot inside a gym right now so he thought this was a good way idea. Of course he’d stop and buy you some food from the street vendor you came across and then you’d sit down by the river talking for a while. After you told him that you were really tired he’d walk you back to the apartment and help you get in bed ready to cuddle until you both fell asleep for a much needed nap.

[seuluv3]

Space and Us | Y.J [teaser]

yoo jimin x fem!reader

warnings: cursings, mentions of violence, making out, nudity, eventual smut

more to come...

a lil smth that i have been working on...idk when ill be done tho

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21:47

you stared up at the sky as you let the hot tub water simmer against the skin, its warmth juxtaposing to the very cold nights of the planet they were occupying at the moment. God why the hell does Jinsoul live here, it's cold as shit!, you thought to yourself, at least she got this hot tub. you sinked yourself further into the hot tub until only your eyes were above water. The blueish moon shone brightly onto the land. It reminded you of the long nights on Earth where you and Jungeun would drink and look at the stars, wishing there was more time.

  “ What are you doing here at this hour?,” a deep, raspy voice had asked. “Wouldn’t you like to fucking know,” you replied, taking a long sip from your 5th bottle of beer that night. “I don’t mean to enrage you but it's late and you’re intoxicated. We're on a mission not a vacation.” “Why don't you suck on my ass huh Karina. Or maybe better suck my dick.”

    Silence filled the landscape and you thought you had won this battle. If you couldn't beat Karina in the brain or muscle department, you can beat her in being a jackass. But before you could break into a victory hum, a ruffle of clothes could be heard and as you turned to the left, there was Karina, undressing. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“Relaxing,” Karina responded, slipping into the tub in her sports bra and panties. 

Awkward silence filled the air as both looked anywhere but each other. What the hell does she think she is doing! You thought to yourself. You take sly glances at your bionic counterpart and can already feel your face heat up to that blush you loathe. Karina is stretching, practically flexing her muscles right in your face. You could see the intricate water drops slowly gliding down her already perfect skin, digging into the crevices of abs and pure buff seemingly crafted by God himself. You had enough of this so you decided, more correctly the booze in your system decided that you needed to say something.

“You know what… you are just hilarious Karina!” you huffed out.

“Pardon?” Karina turns slightly, facing you.

“ You think you can just come in here lecturing me about relaxing and then strip in front of me and flex that stupidly good body of yours? Well I had enough frankly.” you yelled and crossed her arms.

Silence.

“Oh Really?”

Silence.

Then Karina slowly made her way into your vicinity and you could swear that your face had the same complexion as tomato now. 

“Do I irritate you as much as you say I do?”

you sighed heavily.

“What about me makes you so enraged with me? I would like to know, (y/n).”

Karina continued her way across the hot tub until she was face to face with you, with just enough space to intimidate the hell of you: inebriated, frustrated, and now slightly horny.

“You know why you make me so mad? It’s everything about you. I hate your face, I hate your personality, I hate your body, I hate the way you use your powers to just shove it in my face, I hate how much you are seemingly loved by anyone and anything we meet, I hate how you make me feel-!,”

you ends your rant abruptly, realizing the words that just stumbled out you

you basically just confessed to the bastard.

As you cautiously looked back at Karina's face, it was once again that stoic manner that had continued to remain on the woman for as long as they knew each other. But you didn’t know whether it was the moonlight gleamingly down on them, or the blueish purple hue illuminating their skin in the warm bath, but Karina's eyes told a story different from her stoic nature. you honestly couldn’t put a name to it. 

“I see.”

And before you could acknowledge Karina's statement, a firm and wet hand reaches for the back of your head and you suddenly feels a pair of lips of your own. 

Is Karina fucking kissing me right now?!

[chevelleneech]

You know I really really wish that jikook to take a trip together after they come back just them, just FOR them, without any cameras crew, like i dont want it for myself/viewers/army's, but i really want them to have it for themselves. I feel they had to in certain moments talk,play up silliness for the sake of show/cameras, but imagine a hot tub bath, alone in night, for relaxation(not talking abt anything sexual) in a snowy japan, with mountains/scenery etc. you know,i would love that for them

To be honest, I think believing they can’t have done that is kind of silly. Their entire lives for the most part, are on camera. They’ve spent a decade filming parts of their lives I’m sure they wished they didn’t, some of which ended up on the cutting room floor and others that made it into content, but I don’t think they have less meaningful and intimate conversations because the cameras are around.

And I mean no ill judgment in saying this, but this is the part of things I wish more Jikookers would think about instead of fantasizing romantically about. Their lives aren’t necessarily hindered because they film so much. It’s part of their normalcy, even if it isn’t normal. Which is the crux of fame in general, but more so for idols it seems. They’re kind of contract bound to film basically everything, even though we know it’s not actually everything. If it were, there’d be far less “scandal” in their industry.

Point is, we saw them turning off their cameras by choice. We saw the crew not riding in the cars with them every step of the way. So at the very least we can assume that whenever they wanted to have private conversations, they turned off the cameras and mics, and left the crew. Throughout the series we saw the main tell of them knowing which rooms were theirs, based on the cameras being fixed up in the corner. But we also know there were other rooms that didn’t have cameras. Surely the crew may have slept in some, as I assume they didn’t rent entire houses for just the two of them, but that doesn’t mean Jimin and Jungkook had zero place to talk in private if they wanted it.

To be honest, one of the things this episode that stood out to me regarding the idea of their privacy as they filmed the show, and likely their life in general, was when they reacted to episode one. They kept growing closer and closer on that couch, and touching and overall came across very couple-y, yet they seemed entirely comfortable in front of their crew. Could’ve been the editing, but I don’t think so. They spent multiple trips being exactly like that, yet the editors didn’t seem to cut out enough to change the way it came across, lol.

So I think Jimin and Jungkook were comfortable enough to request their privacy when they wanted it, and us not seeing those moments were because they don’t have footage nor recording of them.

[dearsonyeondan]

Hello :)

I just found your blog and I enjoy reading your headcanon. And I love the fact that you write for plus size reader because it's hard to find here 😭

Can I request, aftercare with BTS? Hehe thank you

thank you for being patient and waiting on this request! i hope that you enjoy this small excerpt. 💜

꒰ ꒱ pairing: ot7 bangtan x plus size reader.

꒰ ꒱ rating: 18+! please proceed responsibly.

꒰ ꒱ word count: under 1k.

꒰ ꒱ warning(s): orgasm, aftercare, fluff, hints that namjoon x reader break the rules often.

꒰ ꒱ note 4 reader: enjoy! sorry that it took so long to post, but i hope that it was worth it most importantly!

“fuck, fuck!” you squealed, throwing your head back into a chest that felt more like a pair of pillows. the uncontrollable shake of your legs from your most recent orgasm had been something that you were embarrassed about, cheeks heating up at how worn you had been. 

“come back to us,” namjoon said softly, placing a soft kiss at your ear and engulfing you in his arms so that he could rub at your belly. catching your breath was the easy thing, facing the pair of eyes that was cleaning up your mess would be the hardest thing. 

“she’s done, that’s enough.” you could hear jin come into the room, placing a pillow underneath your thighs so that you could rest from keeping them in the air. against your own wants, your eyes opened to look at him and give him a weak smile. 

jungkook had been busy turning the toy off and cleaning it while jimin was preparing what appeared to be something for you to consume. “how was it?” hobi asked, scooting closer and placing a soft kiss at your lips. how could you even answer the question? you’d had a mind blowing, mind numbing orgasm provided from your lovers. 

“it was amazing, just a little sore..” you said and pouted at how your core had continued to throb. gee, did yoongi do a number on you. he knew it too, cleaning up your juices that had squirted all over the floor with a smirk. no comments from the cat like smirk had meant you’d made him proud. 

“taehyung should be quick with the bath, no worries,” jimin said, carrying the wooden board with assorted fruits into your bedroom. you desperately longed for the sliced apples on the board, but you knew the steps to this situation — 

fucked senseless from a member or few of your choice, multiple rounds of cumming and then a much needed soak in the bathtub with taehyung. you were the most spoiled girl in the world and you had 0 complaints. 

“mm,” you said once you felt namjoon carry you bridal style. there was something about the soft look in his eyes as he carried you up the two flights of stairs. “i know i’m heavy.” 

“don’t start that baby. you’re as light as a plush,” he said and you giggled, sucking on your bottom lip as you analyzed his features. you wouldn’t mind taking him for a ride… “stop looking at me like that. jin ate me alive for touching you after last time.” 

you pouted, the scent of the steamed bathroom coming into your nostrils. however, no taehyung was to be found. he was most likely preparing the vinyl with classics that you loved listening to. “just sneak into my room..” you requested after being placed in the bathtub. namjoon fought the temptation, but shared no response when taehyung came in with a towel around his waist. 

“we’ll be watching the notebook and listening to some bon jovi afterwards,” taehyung said in his most professional way possible, jimin laughing from the bedroom. he pouted and went to confront him on what was funny, your eyes lingering on namjoon as he exited. 

you submerged yourself in the tub, giggles from jimin putting you to peace. you were so thankful to be with bangtan. 

[headintheclouds-posts]

[19:27] ‘Remind me again why I need to get in the bath with you’ you questioned whilst sinking into the bubbles. ‘Babe, how many times do I need to tell you, I could drown’ your husband Jimin responded. ‘Drown? Really?’ you asked still puzzled as to why he needed you squeezed in this tub with him, ‘well I slightly hurt my wrist in dance practice today and I’m worried I won’t be able to push myself up…and also it’s good for the environment to save on water’. At this point he really was doing the most, but you were happy to spend this time with him so you played along. You slowly submerged yourself further into the water. Your bath tub wasn’t the biggest but it easily fit the both of you either end. You bought your house as newlyweds and you found yourselves often taking a glass of wine each into the bathroom and chatting about your day until the water went cold, two years has passed since then and it was nice to revisit those memories together. You can’t believe how much you have both grown in the past two years, not just career wise but on a maturity level too…well maybe you more than Jimin you thought as you looked up to see him creating a beard out of the bubbles that lay on top of the water. ‘Maybe you should start growing out your facial hair’ you giggled at your goofy husband. ‘Maybe you should come here and kiss me’ he quipped back leaning forwards to lift you out the water and settle facing him on his lap. You slowly wiped the bubbles from around his mouth unaware on how captivated he was with you. ‘You know out of all the amazing experiences I’ve had in my life, being here with you is always going to be my favourite’ he smiled, before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. ‘Is that because I’m naked’ you giggled back… ‘well that just makes it better’ he cheekily grinned.

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[here2bbtstrash]

Something about taking a bubble bath with jimin at the end of a tiring day is just so endearing. Nothing sexual happens since you’re both tired and just want a relaxing night. They’re in the bath together with a glass of wine nearby and just talking about your day along with anything and everything that comes up in the conversations. At some point both of you start playing with the bubbles and things get kinda messy (half of the water from the tub is now on the floor and the bathroom is borderline flooding) and the night ends with both of them cuddling to sleep 🥹

I'M GOING TO EVAPORATE THIS IS ADORABLE 😭 domestic baths are 1000/10 the cutest fucking thing ever. lighting a candle, throwing in all your favorite bath bombs and oils to make it smell divine and leave your skin extra soft. sinking down in the hot water with jimin across from you, legs tangling together (or alternately, sinking back against his chest 🥺). drinking, talking, making each other laugh and acting like kids, splashing and tickling each other and not even caring about the mess you'll have to deal with later 🛀

soft hours!! 🌸 if you could do one (sfw!) activity with one member (or subunit!) of bangtan: who are you with & what are you doing?

[serendipetite]

i’ve probably noticed this before but it’s only just now clicking.....jimin more than happily STOOD in the bath tub full of water ALMOST UP TO HIS DAMN KNEES in fucking JEANS just to dunk yoongi into it in the run behind the scenes

[jeonsdear]

⤷ pairing: park jimin x kim taehyung ⤷ genre: fluff ⤷ au: established relationship, idol!jimin, choreographer!taehyung ⤷ warnings: none ⤷ word count: 2.288 * summary:   As the water continued to lap around them, their bodies pressed close, Jimin could feel the rhythm of Taehyung's breathing, the steady rise and fall of his chest. It was as if their heartbeats had synchronized, the boundaries between them dissolving in the warmth of the water. * A/N: check ao3 for more tags

Jimin stepped into the warm, steamy bathroom, his heart already racing with anticipation. The flickering candlelight danced across the walls, casting a soft glow that made the room feel intimate and cozy. The sound of running water filled the air, promising a moment of tranquility and indulgence. He glanced towards the tub, where his partner, Taehyung, was already waiting, his eyes filled with affection.

Taehyung had clearly taken care in preparing for this evening. His skin glistened with bubbles, his dark hair was artfully tousled, and the water shimmered invitingly around him like liquid midnight. As one of the leading choreographers on SNH16, Taehyung was usually working overtime to prepare the girls for their next stage performance. However, tonight, he had chosen to take time off from his usual schedule, and Jimin hadn't hesitated for a second before ditching his night out with his friends Hoseok and Jungkook. It would be hard enough to have Taeyhung for himself anytime soon, so he decided to seize the opportunity while it lasted.

"Are you comfortable?" Jimin asked quietly as he approached the tub, his lips turning up in a crooked smile at Taehyung's eagerness to get him into the bath. His boyfriend's hands settled on his hips to keep him steady while Jimin entered the tub carefully. Once seated between his legs, Jimin leaned back against Taehyung's chest, sighing blissfully as the warmth enveloped him. The bubble jets kept them company as they immersed themselves in each other's presence, not needing words to communicate. Taehyung lovingly pressed soft kisses to his cheek, neck, and shoulders. It was a dance of tenderness, each touch a brushstroke of love on his skin. The sensation sent shivers down his spine, a sweet mix of pleasure and comfort.

"I love you," Taehyung whispered, his breath tickling Jimin's ear.

 Jimin's heart swelled, and he turned his head to capture Taeyhung's lips in a gentle, lingering kiss. "I love you too."

Jimin gazed into his lover's eyes, relishing the peaceful calm and joy that spread through his body every time he looked into those eyes. Their skin blended seamlessly together under the water, two people who had been fighting and longing for each other ever since they had set eyes on each other during a pre-recording of Jimin's Inkigayo pre-recording. Some thought it strange, that a leading choreographer would be interested in one of Korea's top idols. Some even revolting, judging by the social media comments Jimin had received once their relationship had been made public. Neither of the men cared.

As the water continued to lap around them, their bodies pressed close, Jimin could feel the rhythm of Taehyung's breathing, the steady rise and fall of his chest. It was as if their heartbeats had synchronized, the boundaries between them dissolving in the warmth of the water. 

With a soft smile, Taehyung picked up a sponge and began to trace patterns across Jimin's skin. The touch was feather-light, sending waves of pleasure across his body. It was a dance of sensations, a ballet of love that they were creating together.

"So, what do you want to do tonight? We've got all night to ourselves, no need to rush anything," Taehyung mused, brushing a kiss against Jimin's temple. Jimin smiled, suddenly feeling energized by the prospect of having his lover for himself.

"I just want to be with you," Jimin admitted with a sigh. "I know you are busy with the girls' comeback, but we haven't had time to ourselves in an eternity."

"Yes…I'll make sure to give you my full attention," Taehyung promised, stilling his movements with the sponge. With a slow, sweeping motion, he started to clean Jimin's chest, gently scrubbing the dried flower petals from this morning's photoshoot off his skin. Taehyung could not wait to see how Jimin's photos had turned out. His lover was as talented being a model as he was being an idol. Taehyung was not sure what had made Jimin choose him out of all the men that were interested in him.

He knew it had nothing to do with his looks; after all, the man had made it clear he preferred tall, buff men. Instead, it must have been something about his personality, or perhaps even some kind of destiny—the stars aligned perfectly when Jimin had stumbled across a misplaced stage prop, right into Taehyung's arms. The idol was small and light and fit perfectly into Taehyung's arms. Jimin had had his eyes squeezed shut, as if expecting a bad fall. It had made Taehyung smile.

As the water gradually cooled, they reluctantly stepped out of the bath, wrapping themselves in plush towels. The room was suffused with a lingering sense of intimacy, a warmth that seemed to cling to their skin. They stood by the window, the city lights casting a gentle glow on their still-damp bodies, and shared a quiet moment, their hands entwined.

It was one of those rare moments where there was no music playing, no fan screaming for his attention, no cameras clicking away behind the glass. All there was, was a world filled with only the two of them.

Then Jimin took hold of his phone and opened a food delivery app.

"I'm too lazy to cook. What do you want to eat?"

"Hamburgers," Taehyung replied immediately. He'd been craving hamburgers for days now, his mind constantly fixated on burgers: burger buns, crispy french fries, juicy meat—all of it sizzling and dripping.

The face he made must have been telling because Jimin laughed quietly under his breath.

"Alright. Here, choose," he thrust his phone in his boyfriend's face and walked over to his dresser to find some comfortable clothes for the night.

Taehyung found himself scrolling through the many options, squealing in delight at each new dish. His eyes danced over the vibrant images, his excitement growing with every click. The digital menu stretched before him like a portal to a world of culinary wonders.

His stomach rumbled as he toggled between categories – sushi, burgers, Thai, Italian, and even a section dedicated solely to desserts that could satisfy any sweet tooth. Taehyung's friends had often teased him about his love for food, but he wore his passion proudly. To him, food was more than sustenance; it was an art, a journey that offered endless possibilities.

As he swiped through the carousel of choices, one particular image caught his eye: a towering burger layered with juicy grilled chicken, crispy bacon, avocado slices, and a tantalizing spread of garlic aioli. The accompanying description promised a harmony of flavors that made Taehyung's mouth water. Without hesitation, he added it to his virtual cart.

Jimin came back to stand next to him, wearing an oversized t-shirt and gray sweatpants. He brushed the hair out of Taehyung's eyes with his fingers, trailing a soft line down the center of his forehead.

"There is no way I am letting you pay for all these delicious dishes," Jimin said with a grin.

Taehyung looked at Jimin, his eyes still lingering on the screen. "But Jimin, you know I love trying new food. And today just feels like a feast day!"

Jimin chuckled and leaned in to press a gentle kiss on Taehyung's temple. "Feast day or not, it's not fair for you to cover the bill every time. Let me contribute."

Taehyung pouted playfully, giving Jimin his best puppy-dog eyes. "Alright, fine. But you have to promise that we'll share everything and enjoy every bite together."

Jimin's smile turned tender. "Of course, Tae. That's the only way to do it."

With their agreement settled, Taehyung continued scrolling through the menu, occasionally glancing at Jimin who was now leaning against the dresser, arms crossed and a fond look on his face.

"What do you want, love?" Taehyung asked, still very much focused on ordering delicious dishes.

"You know what I like, just choose something for me".

Taehyung hummed and added a particularly juicy burger for Jimin.

As the order was being finalized, Jimin moved closer and wrapped his arms around Taehyung from behind, resting his chin on Taehyung's back. He loved that his boyfriend was taller than him. The warmth of Taehyung's body against his own, the steady rise and fall of his chest with each breath, it all felt like home to Jimin.

Taehyung leaned into Jimin's embrace, letting out a contented sigh. "I think we've outdone ourselves this time, Jimin."

Jimin chuckled, his breath tickling Taehyung's skin. "Oh, I have no doubt about that. Our taste buds are in for a wild adventure tonight."

Taehyung turned in Jimin's arms, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Thank you for always indulging me, Jimin. I know I can get a little carried away with food sometimes."

Jimin brushed a thumb over Taehyung's cheek, his touch gentle and loving. "You don't have to thank me, Tae. Sharing these moments with you is one of my favorite things."

Their gaze held a world of unspoken emotions – the comfort of being understood, the reassurance of unconditional love. They had built their relationship on a foundation of friendship, trust, and an unwavering support for each other's quirks and passions.

They stood like this until the doorbell rang, interrupting their tender moment. Taehyung rushed to answer it, Jimin following closely behind. The delivery person greeted them with a smile and a stack of neatly packed containers, each one holding a treasure trove of flavors.

As they settled onto the couch, plates of food spread out before them, they began their culinary journey. The first bite of the towering burger exploded with flavors, and they exchanged a look of pure satisfaction. The crispy bacon, creamy avocado, and the kick of garlic aioli combined to create a symphony of tastes that danced on their tongues.

At one point, Taehyung playfully held up a particularly long sushi roll, wiggling it like a puppet. "Meet Mr. Sushi-roll-a-lot!"

Jimin burst into laughter, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You're such a dork, Tae."

Taehyung grinned, placing the sushi roll puppet back on the plate. "Well, that's why you love me, right?"

Jimin leaned over and planted a soft kiss on Taehyung's lips. "Among many other reasons, yes."

Their lips lingered, a gentle and affectionate connection that spoke volumes without the need for words. Taehyung's heart swelled, knowing that he had found someone who truly understood him – someone who embraced his quirks and passions, someone who stood by him through every adventure, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant.

"You know," Taehyung began, his voice a soft murmur as he brushed a strand of hair away from Jimin's forehead, "I'm glad we've built something so special, Jimin. We've come a long way, haven't we?"

Jimin's eyes held a mixture of nostalgia and warmth. "Absolutely. From sneaking around my manager to exploring new cities together, it's been quite a journey."

Taehyung chuckled, tracing his fingers along the curve of Jimin's jaw. "And through it all, our love for food has been a constant."

Jimin grinned, his fingers tracing invisible patterns on Taehyung's thigh. "Well, I think our love for each other might just edge out the love for food."

Taehyung's heart fluttered at Jimin's words. It wasn't the grand gestures that made their relationship special, but these quiet moments of intimacy, the shared laughter, and the feeling of being truly known.

Their conversation tapered off into a comfortable silence, the only sounds in the room the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant city noises outside. They leaned against each other, the warmth of their bodies creating a cocoon of comfort.

"You know what I'm looking forward to?" Taehyung mused after a while, his voice dreamy.

Jimin arched an eyebrow, a playful smile on his lips. "Enlighten me, Tae."

Taehyung's eyes sparkled as he gazed at Jimin. "Traveling the world with you. Exploring new cultures, trying authentic dishes, and making memories in places we've only seen in pictures."

Jimin's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but mirror Taehyung's dreamy expression. "That sounds incredible. Just you and me, discovering the unknown."

Taehyung nodded, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on Jimin's arm. "Exactly. I want to walk hand in hand through bustling markets, hike up mountains for breathtaking views, and indulge in street food that we can't even pronounce."

Jimin chuckled, his gaze never leaving Taehyung's. "And we'll take countless photos to remember those moments."

Taehyung grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, you bet. We'll capture everything – from the quirky street performances to the sunrise over the ocean."

"Your naked ass in the pool," Jimin teased.

Taehyung laughed and smirked "We need to expand the Polaroid collection."

The evening drifted on, and as they reached the end of their feast, they sat back with contented sighs. Their fingers brushed against each other as they reached for the last piece of molten lava cake, a dessert that was as rich and decadent as their love for each other.

With the meal concluded, they cleared the plates and settled back on the couch, wrapped in a comfortable silence. Jimin traced circles on Taehyung's hand, their fingers interlocked.

"I'm really grateful for you, Jimin," Taehyung said softly, breaking the silence.

Jimin squeezed his hand gently. "And I'm grateful for you, Tae. You make every day an adventure."

As the night deepened and the lights of the city outside painted soft patterns on their living room walls, Taehyung and Jimin found solace in each other's presence. The world beyond their door seemed distant and irrelevant – all that mattered was the love they shared, the memories they created, and the promise of countless more moments like this, where food and affection intertwined to create something truly beautiful.

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

So now bts will post pictures from bath tubs?

Thirst traps need to be diversified. One anon was also wondering if RM is taking lessons from Charlie Puth.

I mean, if that's an option, at least show some more, you know? Anyway, it's a possible route, what do I know? But I also don't see all of them doing it. In this scenario, Yoongi and Jimin wouldn't and I'm still thinking about JK. The rest? yeah sure.

[herprincenamjoon]

Chapter 34

Her Prince ✏️Prince Namjoon x OC ✏️ Romance ⚠️ Warning Fic includes: Fighting (sword and physical), blood, kidnapping, injury fighting additional warnings in tags⚠️

<<Previous Chapter

“What is going on here?” Everyone froze at the sound of the man’s voice who stood in the entryway of the soldiers training field.

Yeona watched as In-Su, the man who she’d just pinned again, eyes widened in fear. She looked at the other men and Si-Woo to see them all bowing. Yeona knew whose voice it was without even looking. He did not sound like the Namjoon she’d met over a year ago. His voice was kind and soothing in the month she spent with him. Now his voice was confident and commanding.

“Your Highness,” In-Su said as he quickly got to his feet before helping Yeona up after accidentally knocking her over. “Because I am on duty I must take full…”

“You're what?” Yeona interrupted with a shout. “If I'd known that then I would have never challenged you!” She smacked him on the arm.

“I didn’t believe the rumors going around that you were amongst the men who saved the Prince and his men. So when the opportunity to see if they were true showed I couldn’t pass it up,” He said defensively.

“You still should have told me. I would have fought KangDae or any of the other men to prove it was true.”

“You’re correct and I’m sorry. If it makes you any less angry I believe the rumors now.” In-Su stretched his sore body. “You’re one hell of a fighter, Yeona.”

“I know,” Yeona said with a big smile, “and thank you.”

The sound of Namjoon clearing his throat brought their attention back to him. 

“Hoseok and Jimin, please escort the ladies to their quarters. I need to have a talk with the men.”

“Wait, they aren’t in trouble are they?” Yeona’s eyes grew wide as she stepped in front of In-Su. “If anyone should be in trouble here it’s me. It was my idea to come here in the first place.”

“Come on Noona, it’s cold and late. We should get you and Si-Woo inside where it’s warm,” Jimin said softly when he reached her side.

“I’m not leaving, Jimin.” Yeona crossed her arms.

“Yeona, please don’t make us force you,” Hoseok said as he and Si-Woo joined them.

“Let's go, Miss. I’ll make you a warm bath and we can get you into some warm clothes.” The woman said timidly as she placed Yeona’s cape on her shoulders.

“Hoseok, I am not letting these men get in trouble for something I started. If I hadn’t begged BaekJee to bring me here none of this would have happened. Besides, who is going to make me?”

“Your Prince.” Namjoon’s deep voice made everyone freeze again. 

Yeona took a deep breath and clenched her fists under her cape. She faced Namjoon’s direction again. His face was blank and she could see his tightened jaw muscles. “I’m sorry your, Highness,” She said as she bowed. “I’ll be leaving now.”  

Yeona didn’t wait for her escorts or her Maiden as she made her way out of the training grounds. She wasn’t sure where she was going on the dimly lit paths, but she didn’t really care.

“This way Noona,” Jimin said, gesturing toward the right direction when he caught up to her. The only response she gave him was a quiet ‘thank you’ and a nod as she once again continued on without him.

Yeona stared at her reflection in the mirror as she slowly got ready for her bath. She was annoyed. She was annoyed at Namjoon for pulling the “I’m your Prince” card and forcing her to leave. She only hoped that the prince was lenient on the men. It wasn’t their fault that she tricked BaekJee into bringing her there.

As she got in the tub. Yeona worried if she would have the same feelings for the prince as she did for the man she met in Hwen. Only time would tell.

“I have never seen the Prince show any interest in a woman before.” Si-Woo said, breaking Yeona out of her train of thought.

“What?” She asked the woman that was washing her hair.

“The way he was staring at you during dinner and then the smile he quickly hid at the training grounds. Over the past five years that I’ve worked here I’ve seen countless women trying to get his attention. But he ignored every one of their advances.”

“He’s probably just trying to figure out a way to yell at me. Besides, he has to have feelings for the other women or else they wouldn't be here.”

“It’s true he may have feelings for them. But his feelings for you are stronger. According to one of the nurses who watched over him while he was healing, the Prince said your name a few times while he was sleeping. He didn’t mention any of the other women's names. Just yours.”

“Still doesn’t mean anything.”

“He stood and watched you fight In-Su.” 

“He what?” Water splashed out and soaked Si-Woo when Yeona turned in shock.

“I looked up and saw him and his men. He had a smile on his face but quickly hid it when he realized that I could see him.” The maiden replied as she tried to dry off her clothes.

“Why didn’t you say anything, Si-Woo?” Yeona asked, grabbing her towel.

“One of his guards placed a finger on his lips telling me to keep quiet, so I did. He didn't move until you had In-Su pinned.”

“Go and get yourself dried off and out of those wet clothes.” Yeona sighed. “I’ll get myself dressed.”

“Yes Miss.” Si-Woo smiled and gave her a bow before heading out of the bathing area.

Once she heard the door close, Yeona quickly put on her night clothes before placing her hair in a braid. The excitement from the day was finally catching up and her body was starting to get tired.

“That was fast,” Yeona said at the sound of the door opening. “I thought it would take…Your Highness?” Yeona tightened her robe when her eyes landed on Namjoon’s back. “I’m sorry. I thought you were Si-Woo.”

“I asked her to give us a moment.” He answered, still facing the window.

“Oh. Is there something I can help you with, your Highness?” Yeona arched an eyebrow when saw Namjoon’s back tense up.

Does he not like it when I call him that? She wondered.

“You could have been killed.”

“I promise you that both In-Su and I were being extremely careful.”

“I’m not talking about tonight.” Namjoon sighed.

“Then I’m not sure what you’re talking about your Highness.” Yeona’s lips twitched as she fought to hide her amusement.

“I’m talking about the night you helped rescue us.”

“I was perfectly fine, your Highness.” Yeona rolled her eyes.

“It wasn’t safe and you knew that. Those men could have killed you.” Namjoon said with a hint of anger.

“I know how to fight your Highness. I wasn’t alone, I had BaekJee and the rest of my team with me.”

“You shouldn’t have put yourself in danger.”

“What was I supposed to do, your Highness?” She said sarcastically “My friend came to me wounded and needed my help. Was I supposed to tell him no?”

“You could have let the men do it.”

“The men being held captive were special to me, too. And what about the women? I couldn’t just sit there. I was supposed to be in there, as well.” 

Namjoon finally turned to face her.

“I didn’t intend for any of this to happen.” His eyes softened.

“You should have told me the night that we were being chased, but you chose to keep it from me. Everyone kept it from me. I could have been ready to protect myself if you would have just trusted me enough.”

“Yeona, I couldn’t tell you. It is against the law.” Namjoon slowly moved closer to her.

 “I know.”

“You know? How do you know?” Namjoon stopped in his tracks.

“The Queen told me.”

“When did you speak to my Mother?”

“We had a nice long talk when she walked me to my room.”

“What else did she tell you?”

“That’s between the Queen and I,” Yeona said smugly.

“Anything I should be concerned about?”

“Not unless you feel like keeping things from me again.”

“Again? Does that mean you would stay if I asked you to?”

“I haven’t decided.”

“But you thought about it.” Namjoon smiled when Yeona’s cheeks turned pink.

“You should leave. It’s not proper for us to be alone in a room together. Especially at this time of night.”

“You didn’t have a problem with us being alone at your house.”

“We’re not in my house Namjoon. We are in the castle and you are the prince who is being watched at all times.”

“I was being watched in Hwen too.” Namjoon chuckled.

“Just go.”

“You’re so beautiful when you get flustered.”

“Get out of my room.” Yeona snapped.

The room filled with Namjoon’s laughter. “Good night, Yeona.” He said with a bow.

She waited until he was almost out the door then she smiled and said “Good night, your Highness.”

Next Chapter>>

[jimia57]

Aesthetic wallpaper 💙 reblog if you saved so others can see it too 😗

[jungk0oksthighs]

Over The Odds | Best Friend pt.3

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - smut, angst, fluff, S2L, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 1.6k

Drabble 6 - Taehyung surprises Jungkook at his office 

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

Jungkook sits with his thighs spread wide beneath his desk as he analyses the new health and safety training material all employees must complete before their contracts can be renewed. The company policies have changed from what they used to be - thanks to a good old global pandemic, and so he’s ensuring there are no loopholes his workers can take advantage of. Normally he would assign somebody else such a mundane task but it’s 7:10AM, he’s the only person in the building and frankly he has nothing better to do right now.

His body still aches from the events that unfolded over the weekend, though he welcomes the burning sensation that follows his every move – it’s a reminder of how he’d spent the first two days of his first ever relationship with his first ever girlfriend. It goes without saying but he fucked you everywhere; in the bed, on the kitchen countertop, in the shower, on the sofa, against the coffee table, in the bath tub, pressed up against the window, he just couldn’t help himself. He’s smirking at the mere thought of it all.

“Morning.” Taehyung pushes the glass door wide, forcing Jungkook from his daydream.

“Morning, why are you here now? Our meeting isn’t until six tonight.”

Tae holds up a large brown paper bag stained with grease, sitting in the swivel chair opposite “Figured we could have breakfast together, I don’t have to be in court til ten and I’m hoping to get a plea deal too so it’s an easy day for me. Wanted to stop by and say hello.”

“That’s-, Uncharacteristically nice of you.” Jungkook looks… Shocked, there’s no other word. “Is that McDonalds? Since when do you eat McDonalds breakfasts?”

Tae shrugs nonchalantly, “It’s a very good hangover cure.”

“You went out last night?”

“No, but I did accidentally drink two bottles of wine with dinner last night. My head feels a little sore this morning, hence the McDonalds. You want any of this?” Taehyung asks as he begins to unpack what can only be describes as a family sized breakfast banquet.

“I ate already,” Jungkook locks his computer screen and reaches for one of the coffees his friend placed on his desk, “I will have this though, thanks.”

“Mmm,” Tae moans as he shovels hash browns down his gullet, “So where did you go on Friday? Didn’t see you at the club all night.”

To this Jungkook tries his best to fight a smile, “I went home.”

“And Y/N?”

“She came with me.”

Taehyung snort-laughs, “Obviously, I meant have you told her you love her yet? Because it’s getting harder for me to keep it a secret. I almost told Jimin everything because it’s eating away at my insides, you know how hard it is for me to keep a secret.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry that you find it difficult.” Kook rolls his eyes, cracking his stiff neck as he attempts to fight a huge grin, “But for your information she does know yes.”

“She does?!”

“She does.”

“And what happened?! What did you say to her?! What did she say?!” Taehyung seems very excited by this revelation, he even stops eating and settles his breakfast down onto the large wooden desk, completely invested in his friends every word.

Jungkook’s smile betrays him, taking over his face before he has the chance to catch it, “Okay I’ll give you the short version.”

“No, no,” Taehyung wiggles a single slender finger, “I want the extended X rated directors cut version, with running commentary and deleted scenes.”

Jungkook snorts, toying with his earrings, “Okay… Well… Uh-, turns out she feels the same way and she’s my girlfriend now, no contract, no friends with benefits bullshit… She’s my girlfriend.”

“That sounds like the short version.”

“That’s all you need to know.”

“Mmm, she asked you to stop telling me every detail of your sex life didn’t she?”

“More or less. Apparently Jimin wasn’t happy that she hadn’t told him about what happened on the jet and you went and dropped her in it.”

“That bitch.” Taehyung runs fingers through his rich hair with a playful expression, “Doesn’t mean you have to listen to her though, come on give it to me. I haven’t had sex in months you’ve gotta give me something to think about later.”

“You need to get laid.” Jungkook’s laughing into the takeout coffee cup, spreading paperwork over his desk in the order of importance things need to be dealt with today.

“Is her mom hot? Jimin mentioned you’ve met her once.”

“I am so not answering that.” Jungkook’s nose scrunches.

“What about her dad, is he a silver fox? Any siblings, are they hot?” Taehyung doesn’t quit, his voice has gone up three octaves to what it normally sounds like, his brows raised expectantly.

“He was admitted to hospital Tae, I haven’t actually met him yet. Yknow I’m not sure if she has siblings actually I’ll have to ask. But show a little bit of restraint my god.” He shakes his head, still laughing mostly to himself.

Taehyung rolls his eyes as he tries to justify himself, “You have a girlfriend, you, Jungkook, my best friend… Have an actual girlfriend. A hot girlfriend. The least you can do is set me up with one of her hot friends. Does she have any hot friends? Tell me she’s got hot friends.”

“Mmm, does Jimin count?” Kook doesn’t need to look at his friend to know he’s suddenly turned awkward, he’s not one to pry into Taehyung’s sexual preferences but even he can’t help but notice how close the pair have gotten recently.

“Ha ha.” Taehyung’s tone drips sarcasm before changes the subject, unwrapping more food, “So what do you want me to do with the contract?”

“Burn it, shred it, frame it. Do whatever you want with it, doesn’t really matter.”

“Maybe I’ll frame it and give it to you as a wedding present one day.”

“Very funny.” Jungkook ignores how the idea of being with you forever doesn’t completely terrify him, as it had with past lovers. They do say when you know, you know, and he realises that he knows, all while still arranging pieces of paper. “I’m taking her to Seoul to meet my parents next month.”

“You’re what? Guk you haven’t been to Korea since… I can’t even remember the last time we went. Make sure you introduce her to my mom too.”

“She’s not your girlfriend Tae she’s mine.” Jungkook chuckles, licking his thumb to help separate two pages that are stuck together, “But okay, I’ll introduce them.”

“I can’t believe you have a girlfriend, who even let that happen? You don’t know the first thing about women. When are you going? I might go and see my parents too. It’s been a while…”

“I know a lot more than you, Mr ‘I haven’t had sex in months’ – get yourself a sugar baby.”

“Touché, and I’m starting to consider it… When are you going to Seoul?”

“Beginning of the month, you can take the jet with us.”

“As long as you don’t fuck on it while I’m there.”

“Can’t promise anything.” Jungkook smirks at the memory of you completely naked riding his cock above the clouds, the turbulence in the sky only upping the ante of your ministrations. He’s definitely going to fuck you on the jet again, whether his best friend present or not.

“I’ll check my diary and get back to you. Must be serious if you’re taking her to see your parents.”

“I guess so, I don’t really have anything else to compare it to.” Jungkook sighs as he flicks through the stack of documents he’s just organised, it’s going to be a long day. His company is dangerously understaffed at the minute and giving that his attention has been somewhat…elsewhere of lately, he hasn’t had time to interview any potential candidates, instead choosing to take on the extra workload himself.

“I know you probably don’t wanna hear this but aside from being head over heels for Y/N, Namjoon seems like a nice guy, we stayed out with him for a bit on Friday.” Taehyung’s mouth is full of food as he comes to the end of his feast.

“You’re right I don’t want to hear that.”

“Sorry.” Tae mumbles, scrunching his empty food wrappers into balls, “I’m really glad that you guys are together though, you make a good couple.”

To this Jungkook stops what he’s doing and looks to the other man with furrowed brows, somewhat taken aback by his words. It’s not like Taehyung to compliment anybody, he’d much prefer winding someone up until they’re reduced to tears, Jungkook had seen it happen time after time, he’d even been on the receiving end of it once or twice. He clicks his tongue, cocking his head to one side.

“What do you want?”

“Mmm?” Tae hums with slightly pinched expression.

“First you show up here in a good mood with breakfast, and now you’re being nice to me. A little too nice.”

“Can’t a guy be happy for his best friend finally getting into a relationship?”

“I’ll have to get back to you on that,” Jungkook laughs, “Since mine hasn’t said sex in months.”

“Fuck off.” 

x

[dearsonyeondan]

✰ SEEING YOU NAKED FOR THE FIRST TIME.

➬ pairing: idol!bts x black plus size!reader.

➬ rating: 18+

➬ word count: 6.7k. I'm sorry.

➬ warnings: i got a bit carried away with this one because i felt confident from the feedback on the maknae line version. you can read that one, here.

➬ note: for the plus size readers who need to know they're beautiful. ♡

✰ HYUNG LINE.

KIM NAMJOON.

You were watching Namjoon from the RV's kitchen. He had been busy recording the finishing touches of his mixtape, but he still wanted to go on the weekend trip that you had planned sometime last year. He was a bit freer than usual since the album had dropped and most of the boys had gone on vacation with their loved ones. This weekend was important because after this weekend, he would be traveling with Yoongi to produce music for artists who had requested him.

You admired him from a distance, seeing how hard he worked and how passionate he was about his work. In between recording tracks, he would send you a glance with that famous dimpled smile that you loved so much. You would send him a thumbs up to encourage him to continue on when he would appeared frustrated. "You got this babe," You said, leaning forward to kiss his earlobe after passing him a lemonade and glass of water here and there.

After he finished up tracks and tweaking production to his perfection, he met you in the kitchen while you were packing the traveling lunches for the hike that you two had prepared to go on this weekend. Namjooning, as ARMY liked to say it. "Are you sure you want to do this?" You asked, watching him work the crooks out his neck and roll his shoulders. He had clearly been in pain from sitting in his makeshift studio in the RV that you had rented for the weekend.

"I made a promise, so yes. I want to do it," He said, linking your fingers together in the sentimental way that he had always done with Jimin. You smiled and leaned to kiss him on the mouth, hands wrapping around his waist.

"You're always sticking to your promises for me. We can go out in the morning, just relax. Okay?" You said, taking his hand and leading him to the soft couch that needed to be pulled out to sit on. He stood and watched you take control, something you never did, with admiration on his face.

You sat him on the couch and kissed him once more, bringing his legs up to rest on the coffee table that you brought closer so he could relax. "I'll get a bath prepared and while you're in there, I'll start dinner!" You said, kissing him to solidify plans before heading into the master bedroom. The RV was honestly so worth it, the master bedroom being your favorite part. You went to close the blinds, grabbing your phone and texting the bodyguards that they could rest since the two of you would be staying in for the night.

You made the bed and headed into the tub, wiping the sweat from your brow as you prepared him a relieving bubble bath. You poured some lavender and eucalyptus oils, along with some natural herbs and other things you collected in your early morning travels while he slept. An idea crossed your mind and you looked to see if he was still resting on the couch, grabbing your phone and FaceTiming Jimin while the water ran in the tub.

"Jimin, am I supposed to do it now? You asked once he answered, looking to make sure that your Namu had still been resting on the couch while you "prepared" everything.

"Yes. Make sure you get some chocolates and wine. He likes beer, but he's too nice to turn you down." Jimin said, smiling into the camera and giving a thumbs up to encourage you. Yes, there was a plan and the plan was hopefully to put it on him tonight.

You two had known each other for a total of 4 years, but it was safe to say that you had been dating for 1 year and 6 months. Never in that time had you two had sexual relations. He was always a gentleman and took his time with you -- kissing you softly, holding you by your hand to help you walk up the stairs and walking on the outside when you two would walk on the street. That was rare, but he took care of you.

There was a con to that, however. It wasn't that you weren't sexually appealing, but he felt the need to be gentle with you and wanted to take his time with you. It was romantic, but your attitude had been getting bad as of lately. Working out with him, you started to wear lesser and lesser clothes and he would stare, but he would always hold himself back.

"You going into deep thought on me there?" Jimin asked you, giving you the conscious effort to turn around and turn the water off before the tub overflowed. You nodded your head and wished him a good night, thanking him for his encouragement.

After hanging up the phone with Jimin, you went into the living room and woke him from his catnap before telling him that he could head into the tub and relax. You kissed each other one more time before heading into the kitchen, drawing up a glass and some red wine to set the mood along with some strawberries decorated in chocolate drizzle. He would probably go on a mini rant about his diet and whatnot, softly rejecting you, but you still prepared it.

Knocking on the bathroom door, you called out to him, "Are you decent?" In which he responded with a hum. You entered the bathroom carefully with the wooden charcuterie board that had been covered in the strawberries and with the wine on top. "Here you are Mr. Kim," You said with a giggle, approaching the bathtub and balancing it perfectly. You stopped what you were doing, staring at his bare chest with thoughts that your mother wouldn't approve.

"Y/N?" He asked, knocking you out of the most embarrassing thing ever. He wore a smirk at his features, dragon eyes fogging over with something that you couldn't recognize.

"Sorry, I.. Anyways, just enjoy this okay? I'll come back with some candles so it's not so dark," You rushed out, turning to leave the bathroom before fanning yourself. You made sure to close the door behind you, stepping into the walk-in closet and grabbing the silk robe that covered and hugged your figure. It appealed to your curves and black naturally made you look slimmer, not that being slimmer was an issue. You let your curls down, letting them fall at your shoulders before silently running over to the mirror to make sure they weren't tangled. You collected most of your hair and placed it in a neat bun, two curtain curls framing the shape of your face. Brown lipstick went perfect with your melanin skin and it had been his favorite lipstick on you, as far as you had known.

You placed the necklace that was decorated with his initials around your neck, grabbing a few candles along with the lighter before heading into the bathroom. He had his head leaned back, eyes closed and wine glass in his hand as he hummed what appeared to be something unreleased. Good, he was relaxed and would be completely caught off guard by what you were about to do.

You placed the candles in corners of the tub and some around the bathroom before you started lighting them, humming something from his second released mixtape. Your voice often caught his attention and he would go on and on about how you needed to use it more, but you never would. You hadn't even recognized that whilst your back had been turned to him, he had been watching you. He had been fondling with his jean pocket that had been folded neatly on a chair nearby, looking at the small black box. This weekend meant a lot to the both of you, for different reasons.

When you turned to surprise him, his head had still been thrown back and his eyes had still been closed. You let the encouraging words of Jimin run through your mind before dropping your robe and effortlessly sneaking into the tub with him. You had been convinced that he was asleep when he didn't move a muscle or open his eyes at the water moving around. You moved to him, trying to calculate the proper movements before placing your lips on his chest.

The room was lit perfectly, masking some of your body until it was time to put it on the spotlight. His overall figure tensed up, looking at you with dragon eyes that seemed to widen at the realization that both of you had been in here naked. You had your lips at his neck and -

"Y/N, you know we don't have to do this," He said and you rolled your eyes, leaning back with a pout on your face.

"I know we don't and for a year, I've known that. I wanna give it to you," You said softly, leaning your face closer to his and brushing your lips against his. "Let me give it to you," You pleaded, begging for it, even.

"On one condition," He said, placing his wine glass down on the tub and wrapping his arms around your waist. He brought you closer, hands sliding down the arch of your back and over one roll (his favorite if he needed something to mess with). "You have to marry me."

You looked up from his lips and gulped in surprise, trying to see if this had been some sick prank. All the while you were planning to give him something special, he had been waiting to give something special to you. He reached over in his jean pocket, bringing out a black box. He opened it, water messing up with suede fabric. A gorgeous ring had been waiting for you with your name on it, something that looked far too expensive. "Kim Namjoon."

"Marry me, Y/N." He said, a tinted blush at his cheeks that you could see once the candle flickered over his features. You smiled, resting your weight on his leg before extending your hand, allowing him to place the ring on your finger and sealing it with a kiss that was hotter than the bathroom temperature. "Now that you're going to be my wife, you can get your back blown in." You smacked his peck, watching him go to cover the pain before you two shared a laugh. He raised his hand in a quick motion to smack the fire into your ass, but instead knocked his wine glass off the corner of the tub and onto the ground. With apologetic eyes, he leaned forward to connect his lips with yours.

In this moment, you had never felt happier.

KIM SEOKJIN.

"Seriously," He said in Korean, throwing his head against the car seat when the two of you had made it to his parent's cottage. "I'm just glad we made it." He grabbed your hand and looked over to you with a loving look in his eye.

It had been two weeks down until the two of you would be wed and you had promised his parents that you would reside at his house for the last two weeks up until the marriage. The past few months since your engagement had been full of wedding plan and not a lot of Seokjin, seeing as he was about to start touring soon. You didn't mind though, knowing that you would travel and support him amongst the crowd of ARMY's that sold out every location they would be going to. "I'm happy that we're here together," You said, bringing his hands up to kiss before his mother stepped out and waved at your arrival.

You had arrived a few hours before it was dinner and that worked perfect, knowing that Seokjin had made plans to cook up a storm for his family. The two of you exited the car, bringing his mother in a conjoined hug. "We missed you so much, Jinnie."

You smiled at their interaction, going to get the luggage out the trunk before Seokjin wrapped his arms around your waist and raised you into the air. It always amazed you how strong he was, a giggle flying off your lips. "You're not slick. Go inside and I'll bring these in," He held your chin after he placed you on the ground, giving you a chaste kiss before heading to the car to grab the luggage.

This had been your first time traveling without a large crew to protect Seokjin. It was a lot to to convince Bang PD, so the two of you had a deal. Traveling guarded up until a certain point was the deal, meaning that the guards were near but as out of sight as possible. You had no problem with the fame that came with Seokjin, but some normal was something the two of you loved the most.

You wrapped an arm around his mother and traveled inside, communicating with her in the best of your abilities before you went inside to greet his father. His family was well mannered and at the beginning of your relationship two years ago, you thought that being black and plus size might've been a problem.

It wasn't. His family loved to cook and you loved to eat, appreciating every meal that had been served to you. You truly earned their hearts by food, the best way in your opinion. "Seokjin said something about a chocolate cake you made him, are you going to make that for me?" His father asked as he brought the suitcases in, immediately defending something that belonged to him.

For a few minutes, you and his mother watched with an entertaining look on your features before you announced that you would be heading upstairs to settle in and take a shower. The house was rather big so once you walked a bit, it fell silent and peaceful. Seokjin's room had been remodeled and changed as he grew with age, but out of respect of his family you would sleep in one of the many guestrooms.

"What are you doing?" He asked once he met you on the other side of the house, placing your luggage inside his bedroom. "You're sleeping with me, no?"

You shook your head. "It's inappropriate and sort of traditional to not do that. My parents will be here in an hour," You said and he pouted, plush lips looking kissable. You leaned forward and did just that, prepared to sweet talk him out of getting what he wanted.

"Seokjin, you know can be rather handsy and the goal is to at least get some sleep," You whispered against his mouth when he checked if someone had been coming down the hallway, arms slipping around your frame and gripping your ass. In a second had his door been closed with you pressed up against it, giggling at how quickly this man became turned on.

"Y/N, it's been 2 weeks, 4 days and 32 hours since I've had my hands underneath your skirt. They're cold, baby.." The tone of his voice deepened and for a moment, he had you in a hold. That was until the sound of his mother coming down the hall with warm towels could be heard. You both put respective distance between each other before you opened the door to thank his mother for the towels.

Turned away, Seokjin concealed the massive boner in his pants while you closed the door and tried to relieve the tingle between your legs. "I'm gonna shower. I'll see you at dinner, okay?" You said, giving him a soft kiss before claiming a guest room as yours.

Two hours later, dinner was prepared and your Mother had made it to the house. You showed her to a room and helped her unpack along with his mother, the two of them gossiping about a TV show they had been watching. When Seokjin called you down for dinner, you had been in the process of changing into a dress and some flats that were comfortable for your feet. Seokjin loved when you wore your hair natural and free, so you wore it like that. Your mother had been setting the table with Seokjin's mother as everyone gathered in the kitchen. It was a mixed cuisine, your mother warming up some of her famous homemade pies and treats.

"This is lovely, Mama," You said, making Seokjin a plate. Him and his father had been at the table watching their plates get made, but the fire that was lit behind Seokjin's eyes had said caused that tingle to come back. You served his plate with a water and a beer, kissing his lips before taking a seat.

Your Mother prayed and all of you began to feast, checking in with Seokjin to make sure everything was good and if he wanted seconds. "I'm glad of the man you are, Seokjin. Your mother raised an absolute gentleman," Your mother said, sipping her wine. You could see a softness behind your eyes at the longing of her late husband, causing you to look at Seokjin with admiration as well. "Those ARMY women go crazy over you, but my sweet Y/N has managed to make you hers. What a beautiful couple," She said softly under her breath and you knew she meant well.

An interracial relationship wasn't the normal on either side, but love proved through and through to be enough for the both of you. Dinner went on fine and dandy, conversation about the wedding and what the next two weeks would look like. All of Bangtan and HYBE had been prepared to announce this marriage, which you were against but Seokjin felt some sort of disrespect keeping you a secret.

"It's not that deep. I don't want it to affect your idol-hood," You said once he had come into your bedroom after you responded to a text message letting him know you had made your choice.

"Y/N, it's worth more than that to me," Seokjin defended, clearly on the opposition of this entire thing. Of course, the two of you would decide on something together and him being famous was the least of his worries. You rolled your eyes and asked him to calm his voice down, even though you had been on the other wing of the house.

"We can talk about this in the morning. Please? You need to rest," You turned your back on him, shifting in the bed and looking to the wall. When you and Seokjin argued, it often ended good. Tonight, you had been pent up with sexual frustration and needed these two weeks to skate by so you could relieve yourself, respectfully.

Seokjin hovered over you, turning you with the force of one hand on your hand. Caging you in with his arms, he brought his face to yours and looked in your eyes. Searching for something, Seokjin scoffed with a chuckle before nodding his head. "You frustrated, baby?"

"Seokjin," You wanted to say but had been cut off by his soft lips touching yours. He knew how to kiss, that's for damn sure. He made a disapproving noise, placing his hand at your throat and with permission, sticking his tongue in your mouth.

"Be a good girl and let me make you feel good. Bad attitude, brat.." He mumbled, kissing at your chin and then down to your neck. Fuck, you had no idea how you would convince yourself that you could get out of this one. His hand had been at your thigh, spreading your legs by forming a fist. Soon, his thumb found your clit and with a hiss of surprise, you were drenched. "Look what you do to me," He said while standing, hard print showing through his trousers. His bed hair made everything so much more attractive. He should've taken that earring out from earlier.

"Seokjin, we're at your parents house. The door isn't locked," You said while sitting up, your gown strap falling off your shoulder. He tensed at the sight of some collarbone and you looked down, realizing that the flesh of your breast had been showing more than usual. His eyes had been glued there and you blushed, going to cover it but he looked at you with such pleading eyes..

You found yourself lowering the strap and while you did that, he took a seat. Manspread and all, he watched you under a hot gaze. You stripped from your nightgown, allowing your entire upper body to be seen before you kicked the covers off and allowing your lower half to be seen. Lace panties so with good enough eyesight, your pussy would be seen.

"Here's what's going to happen, brat," He said and you closed your legs. Oh, it was that type of timing. "You're going to make yourself cum and I'm going to watch. Okay?"

You nodded your head and he smiled, chewing at his bottom lip before looking to the door and then the clock. It was past midnight. "Good girl. You're such a good girl for me," He praised you and you removed your panties.

You were the perfect wife for him. That was something that everyone knew.

MIN YOONGI.

"Hi, I'm here for Min Yoongi," You said to the receptionist. She looked up to you, causing you to smile and show that you had a guest badge that allowed you to head into the Genius Lab.

"You can head up to the 5th floor," She said without sparing you another glance and a part of you wanted to tell Yoongi so that she could be micromanaged on a bad attitude. You smiled having nothing else to say and headed to the elevators. The HYBE building had been busy at all times and decked out in security guards, but you had the necessary materials to at least go and visit Yoongi.

Turning the knob to the studio, at first glance, you had been surprised at how clean it had been. It wasn't that Yoongi was a mess or anything, but it always looked different when he knew you were visiting. There had been more couch space and more snacks for you to munch on while he worked long hours. You always appreciated his effort to make you feel at home and comfortable, seeing a couple of Shooky plushies that were decorating the couch.

Yoongi had been in the studio booth, a woman with curly hair sitting in the chair and moving over the vocal tracks that he had been working on. For a minute, the two of them had been so invested in work that they hadn't noticed your arrival. You almost felt bothered, but then you thought about how attractive Yoongi looked while he was in work mode. Agust D mode, you liked to say.

You made yourself comfortable on the couch, placing the food that you had brought down and snapping pictures of him working. You sent the pictures over to your homegirls who had traveled out here with you, not believing that you had been summoned by Yoongi this time. There was no reason for your best friend to be under a NDA contract, either. She's been with you from the beginning since you matched with Yoongi on a dating app last year.

"When did you get in?" He said coming out of the booth and paying close attention to the female producer that you had been working with. She had no nice expression for you, but it wasn't a mean one to you, either. You stood up to hug him, making sure that it wasn't too long and it wasn't too brief. He liked his affection, but he always pretended like he didn't care for it.

"Just a few minutes, I brought some lunch.." You said in a cautious voice to the female producer who was paying a lot of attention to you. Yoongi looked over your expression and licked his lips while your mind was elsewhere, making sure that you and him would have some alone time before you had to go to work yourself.

You were an underground female producer yourself, but you kept it under wraps. That's why you and Yoongi bonded, you'd like to think. You were a rarity out here in Korea. Black, plus size and talented? You needed to be protected. Yoongi had been in discussion with getting you some sort of contract at HYBE, but you wanted to do it all on your own.

In Korean, he addressed the female producer that seemed to catch your attention before it seemed as though he was dismissing her. She came to hug him, a little too friendly for your liking. Since when was he hugging bitches?

You plopped down on the couch, loudly and got on your phone, ignoring the flirtatious way she spoke to him. You had been living out here for some years, so you were hip to knowing certain words. You had been trying for him, hell.

"Let's eat," He said once she cleared the studio, locking the door behind him and pulling out his phone. Your situation with Yoongi was complicated on both ends. You two had been go with the flow type of people and that resulted into neither of you having a title, but you acted like you were in a relationship. Stolen kisses here and there, it was obvious that the both of you were feeling each other.

"Who was she?" You asked with a soft voice, chewing the inner corner of your lips at what he would respond.

"A producer. She was recently signed here and she's underneath my training," He said, leaning forward to wipe some food from your lip and placing his thumb in his mouth afterwards. "I love the braids, did you do them?" He asked, taking another bite into his wrap before you nodded.

Yoongi was nonchalant, but he noticed a lot. "I did, thank you." You said and the two of you fell silent. He had been scrolling on his phone, reclined on the couch and watching cat videos on Tiktok. You could tell he was comfortable around you, hand kneading into your thigh as he relaxed. You leaned over and placed a kiss at his lips, automatically grabbing his attention as he smiled.

"Hi beautiful," He said, leaning closer and placing his mouth over yours. You always loved that he gave you space but whenever you invited him to be affectionate, he would reciprocate that same energy. He placed his mouth over yours again, the kiss being sweet at first until his tongue started to dance along your bottom lip.

"Mm," You said, inviting him to lay on top of you and in between your legs. "Yoongi," You whimpered out, placing your head against the plushie and looking into his eyes.

"Yes, Y/N?" He said, kissing at your neck before meeting your gaze.

"I don't have to worry about her, do I?" You asked, looking away from his gaze and into the producer seat to hint at what you had been talking about. He looked for a moment and sighed, leaning up from the position and sitting at the couch. At first, he pulled out his phone and seemed to ignore you. That alone would have brought tears to your eyes.

He handed you the phone and you grabbed it, appearing to be in a group chat with him and the rest of the members. It had been pictures of you sleeping, declarations of how much he had been fallen for you and a conversation between him and his eldest hyung on how he wanted to make sure you were comfortable and felt the same way. "Yoongi!" You said with a laugh, realizing that he had taken an indecent looking photo of you while you were asleep in his studio one time. Double chin and all, he gushed in the following messages about how beautiful you had been.

"I love you, Y/N. I'm sorry I never said it out loud, I just thought you knew," He said and smiled weakly. You thought to all the things he did, helping you out with your own music career as a producer. He noticed everything from your hair down to the color of your toes and because of your own insecurities, you had no idea. Right there in that moment, you burst out into tears. "Y/N?" He said with an awkward chuckle, bringing his hand to catch a few tears.

"Yoongi, you're so good to me," You cried, burying your face into your hands as he stared at you for a few moments. Then, he burst out in awkward laughter.

"You're good to me too, you know? You bring me food, you support everything I do. You love my family, you're comfortable to sleep on and I never have to worry about anything because we communicate so well," Yoongi said, rubbing your back before inviting your head to rest at his shoulder.

For the next few hours, you cried into his arm, it was time for the both of you to leave the Genius Lab and turn in for a night of movies. Yoongi came home with you this time, which it was usually the other way around. "Popcorn and soda?" He asked in the kitchen while you rested at the couch. You nodded your head before letting him know you'd change in the bedroom.

One thing you loved about Yoongi was that even though he was smaller, he wore bigger clothes that you could fit into. He loved seeing you in his clothing and he purposely shopped up a few sizes so that you could have something of his when he got busy with work. You changed into a shirt that covered you like a dress, deciding tonight that you would wear no panties. Consider it a wild thought, but you just wanted to try something bold.

Walking out into the dark living room, you took a seat next to him and grabbing the popcorn off the table. Yoongi was going on and on about the movies that Jimin had claimed he watched over and over, so right now The Notebook was the first one. Yoongi found comfort by squeezing your thigh, cold rings from his hand making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. He groaned, manspreading and reclining further into the love seat to snuggle closer to you. You wore his favorite perfume and he adored how cute you looked in your bonnet. Halfway into the movie, the thigh touches and groaning got to be enough for you, your lips finding comfort in his.

You usually made it a few movies in before the makeout sessions would start, but neither of you seemed patient enough to wait. "Girl," He said, breaking from your kiss and looking down as though you had been on fire. "Stand up." He said and you looked at him like you had been crazy. "Stand up, Y/N."

You stood, the shirt falling over your ass before he could confirm his theory. He wagged his finger over to you, demanding your closer before his hands rubbed up the back of your thighs and with a confirming thought, over your bare ass. He looked up at you with eyes full of lust and nodded his head, chuckling to hide it as best as he could.

"You must want me to fuck you up," He said, standing and placing you back on the couch. There was a tent in his sweats, but you ignored that for your sanity. Quickly, he got to his knees and you closed your legs while scooting up the love-seat.

"Uh-uh," He said, shaking his head with a knowing look on his face. "Is this the reason you skipped out on bringing dessert at lunch, today?" He said and you smiled. He noticed everything and that made you love him more.

"Maybe.." You said softly while he grabbed your ankles, kissing your toes and calf muscles while he laughed.

"So let me have my dessert now then, baby.." He pleaded with a pout and you had already knew -

He didn't even need an answer.

JUNG HOSEOK.

Hoseok never judged you for the work that you did. In a sense of fashion, it had been similar to his. It was an art, a way to express yourself and feel loved amongst the stage. It was never a secret in your relationship, nor had it been a secret to his friends.

Het met you at a studio that he was shooting at one day, not knowing that in the next room over that those type of classes had been going on. You had been at the vending machine, shorts riding up your ass and messy hair that was tied into a ponytail at the top of your head. Drenched in sweat and frustrated at the vending machine had been the first time he had seen you.

Now, 8 months later, nothing had changed.

Except, he was coming to visit you instead of filming a music video. It had been well after midnight and tonight, you didn't work a shift at the club. You taught classes here at a well renowned studio. Each floor was something different, but you ran this floor on the days that you worked. He had been walking through the door while you cleaned and sanitized the poles, looking at him with a warm smile on your features. "Hoseok, boy." You said as he danced his way over, placing a soft kiss at your lips. You were still catching your breath from class. "Do you know my schedule?"

"I do. We've been together for a while now," He said as an appropriate excuse. "Plus, I just wanted to make sure that you were getting home safe tonight." You smiled, knowing that there had been some break-ins near the Dance Studio that you worked out. Hoseok went out of his way to come over to this side of Downtown that wasn't so pretty. He traveled with protection, however.

"You need to be careful. Class let out a little late because of this special project and I don't want you getting noticed over here," You said, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning forward to kiss him softly. He hated when you talked about yourself as though you were below him, distaste dancing over his features as he shook his head.

"You have the same passion as I do," He said walking over to the table and placing the food down before grabbing a pole and spinning around it as you giggled. You were a stripper in most of your night times and a pole dance teacher in most. Thankful to Hoseok's fame, you had been protected at all times, even at the club. "What are you working on, anyway?"

"It's a surprise, but I can show you.." You alluded while pressing your hands into his chest and forcing him to take a seat. You had been teaching a special class, but it was for him. Some of your students had been a fan of BTS, so you took a mix of their contemporary songs and tried to work with it. It was a beautiful masterpiece, a mix between the rapline and vocal line tracks from their infamous Wings album. You removed your hoodie and stood in your bra and shorts that were riding your ass. This had been the most naked that he had seen you ever, so his mouth was open before the music even begin. You walked over and pressed the boom box, the mix of contemporary music from the Wings album blaring throughout the studio.

Although you were a plus size pole dancer, there was no secret that dancing was a passion of yours. Boy Meets Evil and it's chorus had filled the room, you dancing the choreography that Hoseok danced years ago being the first few steps. You did a backwards cartwheel, which was a substituted move from the backflip in his original choreography, onto the pole and grabbed it with two hands. Breath control was needed as you let the weight of the pole fall between the back of your knee, twirling downwards until your feet could be placed onto the ground. You grinded the air, bringing some of your confidence in with your eyes while making eye contact. Hoseok was across the room starstruck, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and eyes everywhere on your body.

You continued through until you didn't want to spoil the ending, smiling and jogging over to turn the music off completely. "What did you think?" You said, walking over to the table and beginning to open up the food bag to chow down on some late night dinner.

"You're seriously amazing," He said, fanning himself as he grabbed his food and remained silent. "You're like a Goddess, Y/N. You're so good at that," He kept repeating which caused you to giggle.

Hoseok had never seen into that side of your life. He knew it existed, but seeing you perform it in front of him - He thought it was art alone. It took a lot of courage, especially as a plus woman, for you to get on the pole and dance amongst females so much smaller than you.

You allowed his words to pour over to you that weekend when you had a shift at the club. You had finished both sets on the stage and had been in the back. Men had never requested you for a private dance and if they did, they were regular and good paying customers. "Darling," The Boss said coming into the dressing room. He addressed you by your stage name, although the two of you were good friends.

"You've got a new request for a private dance down in the Dungeon. Make me proud, girl!" He said and you smiled, thanking the high heavens that your friend made sure you got the best of your work night. You stood in a robe and headed to the Dungeon, waving around at men who stopped and offered you money. It seemed like it was a good night. You placed your head against the wall and tried to imagine that every man you danced for was Hoseok.

When you entered the Dungeon, you were guided from a bodyguard on which room it was that your guest had been waiting in and before walking in, you hung your robe up.

"Hoseok?!" You said in a hushed whisper, covering your body up whilst he sipped from a wine glass and stared at the parts you couldn't cover. "I..What are you even doing here? Do you know how dangerous it is to be here because of your reputation?" You continued to ask in a hushed whisper, turning around to grab your robe before he cleared his throat.

"I just wanted to see more of this side of you since earlier this week," He said, honestly. You let your hands fall from your body, watching how his eyes widened and he went to bite his lip. Manspread, he covered his mouth with his hand. "You drive me crazy." He stated before standing and towering over you.

"It makes me absolutely sick that men get to see you. You're treasure and," He seemed to be lost at his words, cupping your face with his hands before placing soft kisses at your lips.

"Hoseok, you deserve to see me this way, you know?" You sighed. "I just wanted some normalcy to us. Men stare at me half clothed all day long and you never asked," You said to him.

"Because I didn't need to see it. You're beautiful fully clothed and you're beautiful like this to. Y/N," He said, grabbing your hand and taking a seat on the couch until you towered over him. "Fuck. Will you please dance for me again?" He asked politely.

You needed no money from Hoseok, so he paid you in compliments the entire time. You danced for him, highlighting features of your body that he didn't get to see all the time and he sat there, like a kid in the candy shop being gifted the highest price in the store. That was enough to make you feel beautiful for a lifetime.

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