#jimin x reader insert

[chaoticneutralwriter]

The Fallout

guardian demon!jimin x reader

genre: angst, romance, supernatural, romance, fluff

Word Count: 2.9k

related works: see masterlist under guardian demon!jimin au

Continuation of Cor aut Mors (Heart or Death)

Tags: @cherryjiminiee @kokobaekkie @breathebangtan @itsadoozie @thatshylatina @chiminieboi @azulamakesmeblank @sectumsemptae @awkwardwookie @aduky @poisonseashell @shortannoyingginger @caramelmac-chiato @sana-b @jiminstinct @beautifulparisiangirl @taelieninvader @ggukjitaejin @xakemi-chiix @vantaenims @atulipandarose​ @moments-of-melancholy @xclo02 @cherub-kookie @gottadreamitallaway​ @indiesy​ @disn3yfreak @oerangdoongi @definitelynotshady​ @youmaiiwasherebeforeu @fiantomartell @unicornbabylover

A/N: HELLO BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE I’VE MISSED YOU ALL SO MUCHHHHH WAAAAAHHH ;A;!!!! Let me tell you things on my end were CRAZY, i am so sorry for the long ass wait because life + writer’s block = NOT IT. Maybe because we’re now coming closer to the end of this series that it’s harder for me to write?? who knows but to everyone who has been waiting, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!! <3 i cannot tell you how much i love and appreciate you!! ;A;

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You have no sense of time, sitting there for who knows how long amongst the rubble. Your whole body is numb to the point where you don't even know if you're breathing – even the cold draft coming through the broken window felt as if it is simply passing through you. Echoing in the very depths of your mind like a broken, twisted record was a singular thought; he was gone.

Just like that.

The weight in your chest presses down violently then, and you struggle to fend off the all consuming feeling of dread and panic, like you're slowly being buried alive. You scream at yourself to breathe, not knowing that you're actually close to hyperventilating. Just as you think you might black out from the overwhelming pressure –

“Well that was one hell of a shit show huh?”

You jump, startled out of your wits by the sudden raspy voice that cuts through the stifling atmosphere the place has taken. Your head turns towards the general direction of where you thought it came from – senses lagging behind from very nearly self-destructing, It's safe to say you're so shocked at what you see that you almost couldn't believe it.

“....J-Jungkook?” You call his name hesitantly. The sweep of matted raven hair flies up with a strong puff of air exhaled from a split lip, giving you a glimpse of a familiar pair of wide doe eyes.

“Still kickin'” He tries to say cheekily but ends up visibly wincing from pain, head poking out from behind the remains of the island counter; the only thing you see from your position. It prompts you to move, although you do so almost robotically; hands and legs stiff and unsteady. After tripping over various forms of rubble trying to figure out a way to get to the other demon, you eventually make it to his side.

You have to hold yourself back from cringing when you get a good look at Jungkook. To say that he's seen better days would be a gross understatement; he looks like he's about to breathe his last breath at any moment.

“Y-You know, I don't know if 'kickin'' would be the right choice in words......” You mumble, tentatively kneeling down beside his battered body. “Although I am glad you're alive....”

Jungkook lets out a noise halfway between a chuckle and a grunt before it, once again, fizzles out into a groan. “Don't kill me poppet; literally though because laughing actually hurts.”

It's true, this isn't probably a laughing matter but you can't help the little quirk that tugs at the corner of your mouth – guess humour is a universal way to cope with the extremes of situations, and who are you to downplay it even when it's coming from a demon. Still, you worry for him and in the chaos that had just ensued, you really need someone to keep you grounded right now.

“Well, you're not dying on my watch, I can promise you that.” You reply. “Though.....I'm...I'm not much of a demon medical expert. You'll have to help me out here...What hurts the most?”

“Honestly? Everything.”

Oh boy....

The next several minutes was you trying to help Jungkook be a little more comfortable without moving him too much, which resulted in you digging up salvageable couch cushions and pillows. You think it's not much considering the extent of his injuries but Jungkook assures you that demons heal quickly so long as they're not disturbed while resting. Once you got him on his little makeshift bed and not having anything else to keep you busy, the both of you sit in tense silence, you mainly lost in the muddled pool of your own thoughts.

You don't notice the way Jungkook eyes you almost cautiously, trying to decipher your emotions like one would disarm a bomb. As much as it worries him, he'd rather not accidentally trigger a massive breakdown from you if he can so help it. But your blank expression doesn't give much away, and Jungkook is admittedly too damn nosy to not let this entire thing go because hey, it's not every day a mortal falls for a demon who's been assigned as their temporary guardian and then goes on to invoke the wrath of an archangel in defiance of saving said guardian demon.

Mustering every ounce of sensitivity he can manage, Jungkook awkwardly stutters out, “....S-So....what now?”

It takes you a good minute to process what it is that he's asking, the gears in your mind creaking in their struggle to work and even then, you pathetically come up with no solid answer, croaking, “I-I.....I don't know....I.....Like – what am I supposed to do....? I don't even know...what's going to happen to him....”

“Well....” Jungkook begins, still sounding unsure. “Your guardian demon was most likely taken to be held in Heaven's custody; jail if you will....” He pauses and when he sees you not reacting badly, he continues. “During that time.....the Heavenly Court will deliberate, and then once they come to an anonymous agreement......” A deep breath, “They will either....condemn him eternally.....or...”

“....Or what?”

“....Or he will face divine execution.”

Execution.

The word itself seems to have pierced right through you, a blow to the very core of your being.

Execution – if Heaven so deems it, Jimin would die.

You feel yourself beginning to shake, stomach bubbling nauseously and as much as you try to keep a level head, the words that spill out of you are charged with your heightening emotions, spiralling.

“B-But why? He did nothing wrong!? I was the one who acted on my own, so how can they put all the weight of the blame on him?!”

“By my guess, Heaven is probably not even concerned about you and Jimin in that sense, much so that they are just using it as a front.”

That makes you pause. “...W-What do you mean?”

Jungkook gives you a pointed look, as if the answer is so obvious that it makes you scowl. He exhales loudly before saying, “Heaven isn't mad at your relationship with Jimin per say; it's more about the violations that has taken place.”

Your mouth opens and closes, trying to work out words to make sense of Jungkook's speculations, like differentiating pieces to a puzzle. But no matter how you look at it, the conclusion you come to appears more and more outrageous.

“So, you're implying that Heaven would rather care about how this looks on them than having a fair trial...?!”

“I hate to break it to you poppet, but he's already not winning any favours by just being a demon alone; in the eyes of any angel, we're scum, the lowest of the low.” Jungkook almost spits out spitefully, dark eyes hardening at the reality he speaks of. “And in this case, the odds are more stacked against your little guardian, even if he wasn't a demon. Or did you already forget that you're not the only one who he had a binding contract with anymore?”

You're midway to opening your mouth for a defensive rebuttal, accusatory finger pointing and all, but Jungkook's question made you stutter out, almost sheepishly, “W-Well....! Am I...Was I not...?”

You could swear he had contemplated on facepalming or not. But you were genuine in your confusion; were you not supposed to be the only one he had a contract with, as your guardian sworn to protect you during his time of service? Who else could he have had a contract with? Was that possible to begin with?

The young demon in front of you provides the answer at your fumbling silence, “Let me ask you – has Jimin not told you about what his plan was? Why he looked the way he did up until this point?”

“...It was to transition himself into an angel right? Then yes, he's told me about it and that was what's causing him to feel weak.” You pause mid-thought, scrunching your face. “But I mean, he was getting better? So that should mean the process is no longer affecting him now.”

Something passes through Jungkook's face, one that makes his eyebrows furrow, pursing his lips and dark eyes drifting out of focus. “Getting better you say.....”

Unconsciously you find yourself mirroring his expression too, not liking the dragging, almost suspicious tone of his voice. “....Yes...?”

“....And I don't suppose you have anything to do with that, do you?”

You blink multiple times, mind doing acrobats in trying to figure out a way to avoid telling a demon that you know about the ways they can absorb energy, which in turn would indirectly mean telling a demon you may have done – not the devil's tango per say – but the demon version of it.

Of course your silence rings louder than any words you could possibly say, because your slight hesitation and shaking eyes instantaneously has Jungkook's jaw dropping, his own eyes widening in a comedic mixture of abject horror and being scandalized.

“You did it didn't you?”

Face heating up, you guffawed,“I-I- What?! I don't – !!”

“You harlot!”

“I'm not! And why are you so shocked?! That stupid angel was screaming for the whole world to know!”

“Yeah but he's an angel; he would've classified 'laying with the spawn of Satan' if you had held hands with Jimin.” Jungkook rolls his eyes. Soon after though, he runs a hand through his mussed raven hair, eyes shut and a grimace taking over his expression as he mutters something under his breath that you couldn't quite catch. A beat passes before he eventually asks, “Are you well-versed in the....” He gestures vaguely, “...Principles of Christianity by chance?”

“Like....the bible?”

“Yeah, all those fun bedtimes stories, beliefs, mythos, yada yada.”

“Kinda...?” You shrug. “I'm not...terribly religious. I probably just know the bare minimum, like 'He died on the cross for our sins' sort of basic.”

“Then I'm sure you're at least familiar with the infamous 'Seven Deadly Sins.'”

“...Yes? If you mean like, pride, lust, greed and all that.”

“The very ones.” Jungkook nods, musing. “The seven vices that seems so innate in human nature, no matter how much they try to run from it.” He turns to you then, raising a brow curiously as he asks, “Did you know that there are counter parts to the sins?”

Now that you didn't know. This new piece of information has you intrigued, genuine curiousity but also has your thoughts swirling with questions on how this all connects back to the matter at hand, and wanting to get to the point, you voice it aloud, “What does that have to do with Jimin or the second contract?”

“I'm getting there....” Jungkook grits out through a sardonic smile. “As with all things that are evil, they are not without those which are good. So with seven sins that damn you, there exists seven virtues that redeem you.” He pauses, taking the time to exhale slowly as a more solemn expression takes over. “The process of 'the ascension of the soul' – that is to become an angel, by Heaven's decree, is to prove your unwavering piety by demonstrating that you possess and are capable of these virtues.”

You nod your head in understanding, silently signalling for Jungkook that you are following so far. Seeing that, he continues. “To undergo this change, you must visit the place His Holiness has named His gatekeeper, kneel before his throne and swear an oath, who will in turn, bear witness to these trials.”

Swear an oath.....

It's a split second delay, but the realization dawns on you and the magnitude of your actions crushes you full force, like the weight of the entire universe.

He swore an oath to a Heavenly body, a literal Saint, that he would prove to them that he had what it took to be an angel, and you made him break it.

The memories of that stormy night rushes back, the way you had found Jimin unconscious, wounded and bleeding on your floor......It makes you think you should've known back then, should've seen those signs or at least persisted before it was too late.

How foolish and ignorant of you to think that it was simply a matter of completing a checklist, and all of it could be undone by saying no, and the offering of one single soul would be enough as compensation.

You slump, defeated and that's all Jungkook needs to know that you understand. He doesn't elaborate anymore either, slipping back into his own turbulent thoughts; the gnawing guilt that had buried its way into his conscious at war with the a scorned bitterness. In the end however, nothing will change the fact that this was Jimin's choice, and that this was something he had anticipated and accepted; like he's had it all planned out from the beginning. The idea unintentionally tugs at the corner of Jungkook's lips.

“You know....” He finds himself speaking, “As fucked up as this all is, it could've been worse.”

You don't respond. After being dropped with such a bombshell, you don't have the mental strength to formulate words anymore, let alone comprehend what he could possibly mean by 'could've been worse' because to be quite fucking honest, this already is pretty fucking bad.

Of course, your silent crisis does nothing to deter Jungkook, as he continues on his one-sided conversation. “Jimin was right when he prevented you from giving up your soul to Hell. Though I have to admit, it was the ballsiest move for you to date – but also the dumbest one yet.” His tone shifts, the rough scoff at the end of his sentence softening into something sombre. “A soul damned to Hell for eternity......It's not something anyone wants to be put through, not even us demons. In the deepest circle where all forsaken souls go, you'll slowly be driven to madness; losing all sense of self and identity, until you become too consumed by the blood-lust and turn into just a mindless monster who's always hungry for souls.”

Flashbacks of the shadowy creature that followed you instantly comes to mind, the result of an attempted summoning gone awry. It was only for a short bit thankfully, but the feeling of being hunted down by some faceless, formless entity was frightening enough for you to never forget it. You wonder if that was what Jungkook means; to be driven mad to the point of becoming.....nothing.

“Makes sense why Jimin took on this temp job if you think about it....” Jungkook adds in almost thoughtfully, his focus now on picking at his nails. He lets out a short chuff, grunting. “Looks like he got more what he bargained for instead.”

Suddenly you think that his ramblings were more to fill in the void that would've drowned you both. You'll admit it does help a little in keeping you from sinking into your own despair, but it still doesn't change the fact that you're already one foot in. Unable to bare the creeping silence like Jungkook, you also find yourself speaking, following his lead out of desperation.

“.....So....” Your voice comes out in a strained hush, and though you swallow, the lump remains at the back of your throat, the dread slowly creeping in, relentless. “...There's really nothing I can do.....?”

Jungkook pauses in his fidgeting before he lets out a deep sigh, obsidian eyes meeting your pleading ones. The look makes him truly pity you because he knows that the only answer he has won't be the one you want to hear.

“Wait.”

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Ba-bump.

Ba-bump.

The sounds of a muffled heartbeat.

Inhale.

Exhale.

The steady rise and fall of his chest.

These were the only indications of there being any signs of life within the isolated tower, the cold white marble of the walls seem to sap all matters of warmth from entering. Even the few streams of light that streak through the stain glass do no more than cast eerie shadows and shroud the room in a haunting glow.

Ba-bump.

Ba-bump.

The sound keeps him grounded, a constant to focus on when here, time only seems to be a concept and not a reality. And he does not know how long he's been suspended like this.

Click clack.

Click clack.

A break in the routine. His ears perk at the sudden change, zeroing in on the rhythmic pattern until he discerns them as footsteps. A strange occurrence, even stranger when they grow louder coming towards the direction of his holding. A jingle of keys and the shuttering of the gates opening lets him know that he has a visitor.

“My....What a terrifying sight you make.”

The voice makes him grimace, and though it's not how it normally sounds, he can recognize the speaker anywhere; an unfortunate byproduct from having worked with them for millennia now.  

Slowly, his eyes slip open, vision blurry until they adjust but he doesn't get a chance to lift his head before a face obnoxiously comes into view.

“He lives....” The visitor gasps dramatically, followed by a series of dark chuckles that grate on his nerves.

“Well, he won't be for long.” Jimin gets out hoarsely,”If you keep talking as loud as you are, this headache might do me in.”

The snarky remark earns him a loud bark of laughter that reverberates off the walls. The man straightens himself up, completely disregarding the tragic state that Jimin is in, a wide toothy grin spreading his lips.

“Really, is that any way to speak to your boss after he's come all this way to see you?”

[essentiallyleaf]

day 06. dacryphilia. with. karina.

964 words.

tags.

kinktober ‘23, idol x male reader, friends to lovers(?), dacryphilia (that’s being aroused by tears btw), deepthroating, sex toys, choking, overstimulation, tit slapping, basically unedited, boring tags.

notes.

a little bit of a shorter one today, i was planning on releasing a different fic, but didn’t like how that was coming out and had to write this last second. hope it’s not too bad. weepily, leaf.

It was the exact moment you reached the back of her throat that Jimin’s eyes started to glisten. Not the same way they did when you suggested pizza night to her, no, it was obviously a lewder, more desperate way, but somehow still as affectionate, as enthusiastic do be able to spend time with you doing something that she loves. And while it was clear since you two were best buddies in high school that she loved eating an entire burrata pizza while watching baseball with you, it took a little longer for her to find out that she loved leaving cherry lipstick marks on the base of your cock while you deepthroated her, as well.

Then Chaehyun’s house party happened. Chaehyun was one of Jimin’s best friends since before you knew her, you weren’t particularly close to her, maybe she was jealous of you, the shiny, (only relatively) new boy that just popped up in high school, and quickly became the person Jimin shares her secrets with - one time, she told you, she was trying to flirt with this girl that was in her French class, so she made a paper plane with her number written on the inside and threw it at her, but the paper plane “got caught in the wind” (“It was poorly built, just say it!” “Bro, bet that if we built one each right now, mine would fall further!” - it did) and hit the teacher’s back; fortunately he didn’t open it and just threw it in the bin thinking it was a joke in bad taste, but when at the end of the class she asked the girl out, the girl completely freaked out, telling her that she wasn’t out yet and that if her parents found out she’d be dead; they never spoke again. Or maybe she wasn’t jealous and you were just trying to demean her because you felt that this competition for being Jimin’s one and only was a real thing.

Anyway, late into Chaehyun’s house party, you and Jimin started nosing around in her upper floor, and specifically her room, and she found this purple vibrator (she said she had no idea it was there, but you knew she had been in that room before plenty of times - you’re not trying to imply anything, just, she is the type of girl who might decide to pull someone else’s sex toy out in front of you, because she knows what would happen if she did). What happened after she did was you on top of Jimin with a hand on the vibrator circling around her clit and the other around her throat, choking her. Tears were falling down each side of her face when she came.

Jimin rocks your world. It took you a while to find out all the ways in which she does (well, all the ones you know thus far), but what matters is, you got to that conclusion. And you got to that conclusion in a flash, it took one moment. It was a normal school night, it doesn’t matter when. The two of you were having sex missionary in your shared apartment - the decision to rent one together when you’d be in college came at the end of 10th grade; it was already clear by then that you’d have to deal with each other’s presence for a while. She had just had her third orgasm, some tears already shed in the first two, and her eyes were now closed in absolute bliss. You grabbed her chin: “Open up - glistening, I tell you - and look at me. Don’t close them anymore, ‘kay?”

You resumed your pumping while she was still sensitive, you heard her whining because of it. Her huge, fluffy tits were bouncing in a hypnotizing motion, begging to be touched. That’s a euphemism, you thought, as you smacked her left boob with your right hand. The yell that left her throat was the loudest of the night. What would the neighbors think? (What would they be thinking? “They’re fucking. It’s the sixth time this week.” That’s no news.)

Your eyes went back to hers. She hadn’t closed them, the good girl. And now her lips were quivering. Slap her right mound. Then back to the left. As you kept thrusting your hips into hers, Jimin started weeping.

“Look at me. I am so close. You’ll need to endure for me just a little more”

You weren’t lying, but let’s just say you didn’t take the quickest route. You detoured by going back to smacking the girl’s tits repeatedly, and now she was bawling. You took her hands and lifted her up, now basically kneeling on the bed, then wrapped your arms around her back as you pumped upwards into her pussy. She screamed her lungs out, as she probably reached her fourth, but it wasn’t her voice, it was her legs instinctively meeting on your back that spoke to you. And what they were saying was “I need it inside”. You heard her loud and clear, and deposited buckets of cum in her belly. Still completely wrapped around each other, the two of you fell back onto the bed, panting. Her entire face was wet in tears, her mascara completely ruined.

Jimin rocks your world. It’s when you look at her in the eyes that you can just tell. One moment. You were so focused on her, on keeping her happy and on not sharing her with anyone else, that you never realized how good you felt around her, how good she made you feel.

“How about I help you clean your face from your make-up?”

“I think I’ll need to clean down there, too”

Some of your cum was already flowing out of her pussy.

“Shower with me?”

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footnotes.

i wonder if you can make a smut only describing stills and never an actual scene. experimentally, leaf.

[pascaloverx]

OUR SECRET — MYG

chapter one

Summary: You and Yoongi are having an affair. No, you are not being his lover. But the world is not ready to know that an idol is dating someone. So you two were doing your best to make sure no one found out. Until he breaks up with you. His mistake.

Author's note: This fanfic will contain inappropriate language and intimate moments between some characters. Be warned. I will let you know if anything becomes inappropriate. Please enjoy this Yoongi fanfic.

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"You're in denial, you could just say you didn't want me anymore. But you prefer to pretend that..." You throw his favorite book out the window like it means nothing. 'Cause now it doesn't mean.

"You can't blame me, our romance should have ended a long time ago. But you and I..." Yoongi seems almost too serious saying this. Do you mean nothing to him?

"You and me what?" You respond from the balcony of your apartment. Luckily your neighbors aren't too curious to know why you're yelling at your ex-lover.

"You know I can't shout that here, some fans might be here." Poor little thing, at that moment you wonder where the brave man is who asked you to embark on this relationship even though you knew your worlds would never be the same.

"I thought the whole point of paying a lot of money to live in an apartment far from the big city and known for its discretion would be being able to yell at you at two in the morning." You don't care if he thinks he's going to leave you without anything more or less, and that you're going to come out of this situation smiling, he should have found someone else to have sex with.

"If you would let me come up, we could talk like adults." He speaks subtly with an impressive poker face. If he stops being a musician, perhaps he could try a career as an actor or a gambler.

"Like adults? I'll be waiting for the other adult to arrive." You say throwing some clothes that are in your apartment that belong to him.

"Like you're being mature about all this. Damn!" One of his belongings ends up breaking near his feet. In fright he lets out several swear words, you luckily end up laughing.

"You break up with me over the phone and I have to be mature. I gave up part of my freedom to be yours. And look what I get in return." Anger took over you initially but now all you can do is try to keep from crying.

"Y/N. Let me in, so we can talk. I can see you almost crying from here." You smile lightly as you feel tears fall down your cheek. What a humiliation.

"If you cared about me you would have had the decency to say that you wanted to finish it the last time you were here." His cowardice can only be explained by his fear of having to do this in person.

"I couldn't. I didn't..." That was exactly what was left of the two of you. An awkward silence and resentment.

"Do you know how frustrating it is not being able to curse your name or tell someone you broke my heart?" You say that sobbing. What a tragedy it is that has made you sentimental now.

"Just because we don't work anymore doesn't mean I don't love you." You look at him and for a moment you feel more sorry for him than for yourself.

"If this is how you love someone. I'm sorry to inform you that you don't know love." Ironically it makes you smile. Maybe this is all his fault, not yours.

"Love..." It's very painful to see the man you've been involved with for the last year, call you that and not be able to respond.

"I'll send the rest of your things to the company. Don't worry, I won't expose you any more than I already have. Now get out of here, you and your fake love." Using one of his songs as the grand finale was a majestic act. Crying yourself to sleep, unfortunately, is not so majestic.

Two Months Later...

"You were the only person I thought would understand my situation. Try not to judge me but I need an opinion." You say looking Namjoon in the eyes. You got really close to him during your secret relationship with Yoongi.

"Is it too big a secret?" He asks entering his new home. A home where you swore you would start over.

"You tell me..." You say, opening your coat and revealing your stomach.

"Did you call me here because you gained weight after the breakup or do you have worms?" Namjoon asks and you smile nervously. Until you shake your head denying.

"Let's say the weight gain is due to something prior to the breakup..." You try not to say the word. Maybe the situation will go away if you don't name it.

"You are pregnant?" He named his current situation. Now it means it's really happening.

"Surprise!" You say trying to liven up the situation but you know you're fucked. Namjoon seems really surprised. As soon as he assimilates the information, he hugs you. You knew you could lean on the friendship you two have.

[jungshookz]

apparently y/n's really good with toddlers and jimin thinks it's adorable

➺ pairing; balletteacher!jimin x ballerina!y/n

➺ genre; alright balletteacher!jimin stans since the last update was.,,. uh,., anyway here’s some pre-breakupfluff!! actually idk if this is going to make u guys more sad knowing how that last drabble ended but this one is super cute so at least you have that <3 i’m FINALLY appeasing u with balletteacher!jimin content 

➺ wordcount; 2.3k

➺ summary; all the teeny ballerinas seem to gravitate towards y/n for some reason and it’s taking everything within jimin to not spend the entire class just watching her fondly. 

➺ what to expect;  “oops, i dropt my swipper again.”

»»————- 🧸 ————-««

when jimin first got the email from saying that he had to take over the toddler’s ballet class for a day because the teacher for that class called in sick at the very last minute and he was the only one whose schedule lined up perfectly with the toddler’s class, needless to say, he wasn’t very happy 

it’s not that he hates children or anything horrible like that (he really doesn’t understand people who say that they hate children) — don’t get him wrong, he loves when random babies wave at him on the street and he’ll even go as far as to make a face at them if their parents aren’t watching — it’s just that he’s literally never taught a toddler ballet class before so he doesn’t even know where to start… and he also doesn’t know how far he can push them before he’s being accused of being a horrible, mean teacher 

though it would be fairly impressive on his end if they were able to do grand jetés by the end of class 

“i’m so happy we get to play with toddlers all day!” lisa squeals, plopping herself down next to you as you continue your morning stretches in front of the mirror, “aren’t you excited??” 

“i think it’ll be fun!” you smile, nodding in agreement before shrugging, “i’m a little nervous because i literally have never interacted with a child other than my little cousins, and they’re like eight to nine years old now, so i’m out of practice…” 

“it’s okay, y/n,” you feel a harsh pat on your shoulder and you look up to see seulgi smiling sweetly at you, “not all of us can be good at everything. you keep the class humble.”  

“very funny, seulgi.” you grumble, rolling your eyes before turning to look back at lisa, “i’m just glad we kinda get a day off because we have to help mr. park teach the toddlers. i don’t know about you but i am not in the mood to do any pirouettes this morning.” you huff, adjusting your leg warmers before checking out your reflection in the mirror to make sure you look okay

you also feel a little groggy because you didn’t get much sleep last night 

you spent the night at jimin’s and then he drove you back to your place early (because lisa texted and said she’d come over in the morning to have breakfast with you before the two of you zipped over to the studio so you had to go home otherwise she’d be wondering where the hell else you’d be) 

“do you think i should’ve worn the sheep-patterned leg warmers instead? i feel like toddlers would be more receptive to sheeps-“ for some reason you feel like you’re trying to impress the toddlers even though they probably don’t even know what leg warmers are and even if they did they couldn’t care less about them

you were going to wear your sweatpants but you got a new pair of leg warmers and you wanted to show them off (they’re baby pink with little black bows on the back of them), so you decided to pair them with your black leotard, a matching black wrap cardigan, and your stockings of course

“ah, i just love kids,” lisa sighs, getting up from the ground as you get up as well before looping her arm with yours, “and i don’t know about you, but seeing mr. park interact with kids is also something that i’m very much looking forward to.” 

you feel a wide grin growing on your face at the reminder that yes, you’re finally going to see jimin interacting with cute little kids and you remind yourself to keep it cool

you and jimin only started dating a few weeks ago and you don’t want to scare him off by getting all baby crazy

you don’t even know if jimin wants kids 

…

does he want kids?

and if he does, would he want to have them with you? because you certainly wouldn’t mind carrying his beautiful children and-

“oh my god, they’re so cute!” 

the room erupts into high pitched coos and squeals when the toddlers, well, toddle into the room, all of them dressed in matching baby pink cardigans and leotards and chiffon skirts with stockings on their little legs and neat little slicked back buns on their little heads and it doesn’t take long for you to fall in love with all of them because oh my god they’re so cute and you just want to eat their chubby little cheekies and gobble them up and rRRaAWOOF- 

“ladies, here are our little guests for the day,” jimin laughs lightly, shutting the door behind him quietly as he gently nudges the little ones towards the group like a herd of little baby sheep, “there are twenty-four of them and twelve of you, so if you could each take two for the day, that would be wonderful- oh!” jimin pauses when he accidentally bumps into one of the girls and he reaches down to pat her head, “sorry honey, mr. park is a little clumsy today and you’re just so small-“ 

“oh god, i can’t take it-“ lisa groans quietly, holding a hand over her mouth as she muffles a squeal and starts to bounce on the balls of her feet excitedly, “i can’t take it i can’t take it i can��t take it that is so stinking cute-“ 

“what are we supposed to do, do we just grab two random ones and go?” seulgi asks with a frown and you can’t help but snort because that is such a seulgi thing to ask 

“don’t grab two of them and go, this isn’t a drive through-“ you chuckle, watching as the other girls disperse into the crowd of teeny ballereenies to collect their two for the day, “you just have to go and see which ones vibe with you, i think. which might be hard for you.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” 

“well, all children know that they need to stay away from the wicked witch of the west- OW-“ you yelp when seulgi delivers a hard punch to your arm before taking off 

it’s only in that moment you notice one of the little girls in the back, wide-eyed and holding onto both her slippers, looking as lost as ever 

she stumbles forward as the other girls start shuffling forwards slightly, all the toddlers clearly a little intimidated by all of you 

you make your way over to her and she immediately looks up at you, her lips parting slightly 

“hi! do you need some help with your slippers?” you crouch down so that you’re eye-level with her and she nods shyly before averting her gaze, “okay, i can help you. i’m y/n. what’s your name?” you stand back up before holding your hand out for her and she wraps her hand around two of your fingers, trailing behind you as you lead her to a free corner in the room 

“mia.” 

“mia’s a very pretty name,” you smile, looking down at her (from your angle, you can see her little cheeks protruding out slightly and it’s just so cute) 

“i dropt my swipper.” mia suddenly stops in her tracks and you stop as well, letting her bend down to pick up her slipper only for the other one to fall onto the ground, “oops, i dropt my swipper again.” 

you and lisa make eye contact from across the room and she pushes her bottom lip out in a pout before scrunching her face and putting a hand over her chest and you make the same expression in return to tell her that oh my god, i know, right?!

“alright, miss mia, do you wanna sit down for me?” you hum, sitting down cross-legged before patting your lap, “it’ll be easier for me to put your slippers on if you’re sitting.” 

mia nods before plopping herself down on your lap and you nearly let out a coo when you notice how teeny weeny her slippers are

they’re just so cute! and they’re basically the size of your hand!!!!!! 

“how old are you, mia?” you ask, taking her slippers from her before lifting one of her chubby little legs up so you can put a slipper on 

“thwee.” she holds four fingers up and you giggle, reaching over to put one of them down for her, “i’m thwee.” she kicks her legs slightly, sticking the one with the slipper up into the air before wiggling her toes 

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jimin smiles to himself as he looks around the room, feeling weirdly proud at how well all of you are looking after the little ones even though his teaching has nothing to do with how good you guys are with kids 

he started the class off with a few warm-up exercises and was very impressed at how well the little girls followed his lead (to be honest he’s already picked out the ones that would survive in his class when they’re older, and it’s definitely not the one that started twirling around in ditzy, uncoordinated circles when he asked everyone to get into third position), and it’s only been about twenty minutes but according to the schedule given to him, they take ten minute breaks every twenty minutes which seems a little too lax for his liking, but then again — he’s not a teacher for toddlers, so who is he to say what’s right and what’s wrong? 

and he has to admit that it was hard to not watch you the entire time you were guiding your girls and showing them how to do everything properly (“demi-plie, mia! keep your back straight just like me…”) 

at first he was going to tell you off because you were kneeled on the ground while he was teaching up front but then he realized you were only doing it so you could help the little ones with positioning their feet, and not to mention, you weren’t just helping your own two ballereenies, you were helping whichever ones were around you which was just… so nice to see 

and perhaps the others will suspect him of favouritism because he’s pretty sure lisa caught him staring fondly at you at one point but it’s not like anyone would ever confront him about it so he’s really not too worried 

“and at home, i- i do- um, i do, um, dance evewywhere and my favouwite- favouwite song is wet it go from fwozen because anna and elsa-“

“speaking of let it go- emma, you better let go of my bun before you yank my hair off my head!”

jimin’s ears perk up in interest when he hears your voice among the many voices and squeals and giggles in the room and he turns around, eyes scanning the room until he finally lands on you to see you surrounded by six of the baby ballerinas

you’ve got one of them sitting on your lap with her hand buried in a pack of animal crackers (none of them brought snacks with them so he’s assuming those came from you), one of them with their arms slung over you from behind and her cheek pressed to your shoulder, three of them sitting cross-legged around you, and the last one prancing around you chatting away excitedly 

you wrap your arm securely around the one sitting on your lap, reaching down to smooth some of her hair back before leaning over a little to look at her and ask if she’s alright, and she nods in response before holding a cracker up for you to take 

jimin feels his heart skip a beat at the adorable sight because he was certainly not aware of how good you are with children

he can’t help but chuckle when he notices you showing off your leg warmers off 

so cute

so, so cute

his eyes widen when you look up and immediately lock gazes with him only for you to wave at him shyly before returning your attention to the girls after jimin returns a smile and a wave of his own 

you and y/n would make a really cute baby, the intrusive voice in his head tells him as his arm drops back to his side, and jimin finds his cheeks flushing slightly at the thought of a teeny little y/n trailing behind him like a little duckling 

he could dress her up in her ballet clothes and put bows in her hair and train her to become the best ballerina the world has ever seen and she’d have your hair and eyes and his nose and mouth and she’d be so sweet and kind like you but strong and tenacious like him 

and not to sound like a hormonal boy or anything but the process of baby-making seems like it’d be very fun 

…

…

…

“mr. park, y/n’s stealing all the kids!” jimin looks over when he hears seulgi whining and he resists the urge to snort at how huffy she’s being, “i took two of them like you told us to but all of them are like, gravitating towards y/n for some reason-“

“well, i guess there’s just something about y/n that they like, seulgi.” jimin responds with a shrug, keeping his eyes glued on you with a fond smile twitching at the corner of his mouth 

🎙️ ask y/n where she gets her leg warmers (talk to my characters!) 

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Sex Positions ot7

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NAMJOON | The Love-Seat position

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 not much being said when it's already known that Namjoon is both a sweetheart AND a complete Daddy.

Some days he'd fuck the soul out of you like a one-night stand while on others, he makes sweet passionate love as if it's your first time.

Despite the major difference, it's often a mixture of the two; hence why this position is the most favored.

And today seemed like a perfect reason for it the moment he saw you walk through that front door.

Now if it had been any other day, you would have given him a hard time. But with the exhaustion from work and one look at his irresistible dimpled smile, your usual brattiness crumbled.

Within minutes, both of you stripped out of your clothes to indulge in one another.

You shudder at the way his arms wrapped around your waist, your bodies moving at a slow rhythmic pace as if following the beats to a song.

Had it not been for such a strong restraint, Namjoon would have already cummed from the sinful moans and whines that fell from your bruised lips when begging for him to move faster.

It's safe to say that he loves to tease you until your a withering mess.

But what Namjoon loves even more is the sound of your breath hitching in shock at the sudden brutal pace of pistoning in and out of you.

"What was that ____? I couldn't hear. You mind repeating that one more time?"

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SEOKJIN | The Up-the-wall position

It's always assumed that since Jin held the view of being one of the most average in the group, his go-to is vanilla sex.

HELL TO THE NAW.

Second to Taehyung, he's the most off-the-chart ass nigga you've ever met in your entire life.

It doesn't even take much for him to want to fuck you into oblivion.

The second he saw you enter the room, he knew he'd be inside you by the end of the night.

It wasn't much of a shock of how barely an hour had passed before he's finally had enough.

Dragging you into the next room over it's unknown to the other members that you're pushed up against the wall, mouth dropped open in silent gasps as he thrusts up into you.

Eyes crinkling in amusement at the sight of you biting your lips to keep in moans, Jin teasingly kisses you on the nose.

A low groan leaves his throat at the way your hands tightly grip his hair for stability, his plump lips trail down your neck only to leave hues of dark blues and purples in its wake.

You nearly start to cry in desperation once his hands grab one of your legs and lift it higher causing him to go in even deeper than before.

"Shh, Jagiya, we wouldn't want the others to hear you. That's if...you don't mind giving them a free show?"

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HOSEOK | The Doggy Style Position...IN THE PRACTICE ROOM

What started as a possibility after you drunkenly confessed this lewd fantasy became a normal occurrence.

Hoseok was one for trying out new things with you, so what made this any different?

It was late at night when both of you separated from the others in their night out and somehow ended up in one of Hybe's practice rooms.

Hoseok, being the sneak he was, had the whole plan set out: from the scented candles creating a dim lighting to the low timbre music.

You gasped in shock at the romantic setting laid out in front of you before showering the idol with words of love and kisses.

But that gasp of shock later quickly turned into breathless gasps of pleasure as you looked at the mirror.

It was almost too much to watch the way Hoseok's hands gripped your hips as he pounded into you a way that only a dancer could.

Head falling, you squeak at the sudden grip of his hand around your neck, forcing you to look up and meet his dark feral gaze in the reflective glass.

He takes in your fucked out appearance with a lopsided smirk, knowing it's gonna be a long while before he finishes with you.

"Nah, don't close those eyes babygirl, you wanted this. So keep your head up and watch every second of it."

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YOONGI | The Cowgirl Position

When Yoongi finally comes home, he's barely able to stand from the many hours of dance practice and producing.

With the Sun not even making its appearance yet, it was much of a surprise to find you still awake in the early morning.

No words are said when he slides under the cover and pulls you close to cuddle.

It wasn't long before the urge to be even closer caused the action of small kisses, and it definitely didn't take that long for it to end up with Yoongi observing the slow pace of your rocking hips with lidded eyes.

Soft sighs and groans fill the room as you place your hands on his chest, the stark contrast of your darker skin against his pale one causes his heart to skip a beat.

The both of you were teetering to the brink of sleep, but not enough to where you wanted to stop. Lazy sex at its finest if I do say so myself.

"You look so beautiful above me. If staying up all day and tiring myself out means I get to be inside you like this, I'll do it forever."

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JIMIN | The Face-Off Position

Jimin has known from the start of dating that you've always had an adoration for his thighs.

But there's another reason as to why he would want to have you riding him that way.

And from one Libra to another, that reason is praise and attention.

Getting the opportunity to see a close-up view of all of the facial expressions and cries of pleasure you do from his dickmatizing thrusts is what Jimin LIVES for.

It's what boosts his confidence to do the risky things you've always dreamed of doing such as leaving the bedroom door open for an unsuspecting band member to pass by or having all the curtains and windows wide open for the world to see.

He loves to hear your cries for more, welcoming the blunt sting of your nails digging into his shoulders as your eyes close with bliss.

But the one thing Jimin loves most is when he's able to witness the moment where he hits that one spot and nearly causes your soul to leave your body.

"How good is this dick doing you [Nickname]? Should I go even deeper than before?"

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TAEHYUNG | The Spooning Position

As the morning sun shines into the room, there you both are: naked as the day you were born with only a thin sheet for coverage.

His love-filled eyes take in the way your skin glows in the light until he couldn't hold off any longer.

With one arm laying under your head for support and the other wrapped around your waist, he gently enters you with a sigh of content.

Had it not been for the intense rocking of your hips, it would just seem to be him holding you in a close embrace.

He nuzzles into your neck, shivers run down your spine at the sound of his deep voice cooing encouraging words of you to cum once more after the first two.

Taehyung adores to have sex with you this way and tries to do it any chance he can.

Both the chance of cuddling and making love to the one that holds his heart at the same time? That's a hell yes.

"You're taking me in so well Jagiya. Just cum for me one more time and we'll stop okay?"

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JUNGKOOK | The 69 Position

With both of you having a reputation of being good at almost any and everything, the tendency to show off was a daily occurrence.

It's what caused a very irritated Yoongi to kick you out of the apartment with an 'always gotta one-up the other. How about doing all of us a favor and fuck off somewhere else?' weighing heavily in your minds.

Observing your pouting face with a smirk, Jungkook slyly reveals that even if you were good at certain things he would still be better at lasting longer.

Despite snorting at the maknae's words in disbelief, your competitive side refused to back down at the blatant challenge.

Pulling him all the way to your home you immediately got to work. I mean how could you not?

The bet of one's pride lays on the line.

Nothing seemed to matter other than trying to get the other to crumble.

Yet, even so, it seemed to become a more difficult task as sweat begins to build upon your now sensitive bodies.

Large calloused hands grip your thighs in the determination of making you cum first.

While a cocky smirk appears on his face at the sound of your struggle to keep in the moans, his heart swells with pride for being the reason behind them.

"Are you sure you're not going to break yet? I can feel you tightening around my tongue ____."

[yoongsisbae]

BTS (as kisses)

Because I'm feeling sentimental xoxo

Namjoon is a running leap. Checking your watch five minutes before midnight on New Year’s Eve. You find out he's just finished work, so you run. You leave the party, you leave the comfort of knowing you had a guarantee, and take a chance on him instead. You find each other on the street, because he’s running too, two minutes before midnight, and you leap into his strong arms. And as midnight comes, as the fireworks start, he lifts you off your feet, he hugs you in his arms. You don't part lips even after the cheers die down. Two smiles, two noses touching, two promises of I love you.

Seokjin is a quiet good morning kiss. A series of soft pecks, a warm bed where sunlight hides behind the blinds, soft sheets and soft skin. You don’t need to open your eyes or brush your teeth or want for anything more than his sleepy embrace, his gruff voice, his longing lips. You melt into each other until you don't know how you ever were whole without him. An endless tangle of limbs and love, the rhythm of his heart reminding you of the fleeting moments. How much you loved this moment, how much you loved him.

Yoongi is a kiss that speaks volumes in the silence of your voices. You spoke through your eyes, his hand caressing your jaw wrote love letters across your skin, your fingers intertwined on a lazy Sunday evening told you he would grow old together with you like this. Lips that did not need to speak his undying love, only show you, with a look that demands your heart to listen. A purposeful kiss that screams from the rooftops his love for you before you fall back asleep on his couch, quietly as your chests rise and fall.

Hoseok is a kiss that quiets everything around you. His kiss is seeing the first snow of winter and running to catch the flakes on your tongue, a contagious laughter that won't stop, his icy hands holding your frost bitten cheeks, stirring warmth inside you. Your eyes meeting as the laughter turns into quiet reverence. His breath in clouds, his smile the most beautiful thing you never want to forget and the deepest kiss that could surely melt snow.

Jimin is all tongue, all passion, all heat, all fire, all love. A kiss that doesn't end, yet a kiss that leaves you wanting more. A needy, desperate performance of how much you love each other, want each other. His hands exploring all the places of your body he adores, his lips swallowing your desire for him. A dance of lovers, a poem written on your tongues, a song sung through desperate needy cries. His kiss is everything and more.

Taehyung is a kiss that feels right, the moment building until neither of you could stop yourselves. A cheerful celebration all around you…love and happiness, friends and family…and amongst the collective chaos, the only laughter you could focus on…you could feel echo in your heart…was his deep chuckle, his crinkled eyes catching yours. A tight embrace, your bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces, his lips only meant to meet yours but stayed, a perfect fit.

Jungkook is a teasing lip lock, to soften the anger inside you that he caused only because he enjoys your pouty face so much. “You’re lucky I love you,” you whisper into his mouth. He says in the softest sweetest murmur, “I know,” against your lips, and you look into his eyes and make sure he knows that without a doubt, “I’m lucky too.”

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drabble request: an update for hah balla?? could be whatever you please, but some ideas i had were him actually cutting his hair, visiting her on leave, or you could even jump way in the future and show him getting out? 🥰

Here is the final part of this Tae mini-series!

Taehyung x Reader - Hah Balla Part 3: Bah Halla-lujah

Synopsis: Taehyung and you are supposed to see each other after his discharge from the army.

Word Count: approx. 2.3k words

Enjoy @wintaerbaer <3

“I’m nervous.” 

“Why are you nervous?”

You turned to the man at your left, Seokjin, who was sipping water. He had been discharged from the military shortly after Taehyung and Jimin’s enlistment and, therefore, has been the one with whom you had spent most of your time. “I haven’t seen him since his last leave. That feels so long ago.” 

“It was like two months ago.” Another voice at your right said, and you turned to see Hoseok gently loop your arms together, patting your arm reassuringly. You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder, allowing his comforting gesture to do just that. 

“Well, for two codependent people like them, it seems fitting that they can’t go two months without being about each other,” Yoongi smirked a bit when you shot an unamused look in his face, raising his hands to claim he was done with his teasing for now.

However, Seokjin just kept pestering you. “I’m surprised you didn’t Mulan yourself and enlist.”

Hoseok laughed, and you immediately yanked your arm from his grasp, crossing it over your chest instead.

The four of you were waiting at a restaurant, one of Taehyung’s favorites, a ramen shop right in the heart of Seoul that you would all frequent often in some combination of friends. It was the best spot for afternoon drinks after a long day of work, and the last location where the both of you had drinks right before Taehyung’s enlistment. He had gotten discharged earlier that morning from his active duty, eighteen long months of seeing each other only through short leaves and communicating through letters. It was hard, but the two of you made it work for the fact that you had no other choice. You and Taehyung were not far from each other much in the history of your friendship. 

But that was then, and this is now. You were sitting beside Hoseok as he skimmed over the ramen add-ons and watched as Seokjin poured the three of you a shot. All you were waiting for was Taehyung to enter the front door and-.

“Taehyung’s not coming.”

Your eyes shot up at Seokjin as he set his phone down, a pout on his face. 

“Why?” You had to actively try to keep your voice from shaking. Hoseok had also looked up from his menu, which he had raised to cover his nose and lips. Yoongi was leaning over to the oldest man’s phone to get a look.

“He said something came up and his grandparents came to Seoul earlier than expected. So, he asked if we can move the dinner to the end of the week instead.” Seokjin turned his phone towards you and Hoseok, both of you leaning in to read the message.

Taehyung (sent now): Tell everyone I’m so sorry. My grandparents were supposed to come tomorrow. I’ll pay for dinner, okay? 

“Oh no…” Hoseok sighed. “That stinks. I was looking forward to seeing him.”

Your eyes were glued to the cellphone message, skimming the same few words over and over again. You were hoping eventually, with enough manifesting and eye strain on the screen, another text would pop up from Taehyung saying he was on his way and he made it work. Two seconds…three seconds…four seconds…

No reply.

Seokjin finally pulled the phone back, typing a quick response and setting his phone into his back pocket. “I’m sure we can see him before the end of the week, don’t look so upset.” 

“It’s just last minute.” You sighed. “I already wanted to go see him get out, and I couldn’t, and now we-.” You reached forward and took the bottle Seokjin was using to pour, using it to top you shot glass. The boys watched you throw the entire thing back, face scrunching up as the alcohol burned along your throat and mixed with the disappointment settling in your gut. 

“It’s only a little longer,” Hoseok assured. You turned to him as he pointed out a few options on the menu, hoping it would distract you through the meal. From the corner of your eye, you saw Seokjin already refilling your glass. 

Even though you’d already waited long for this to come, it wouldn’t make the next few hours any less tolerable. 

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“Maybe you should uh…stop drinking so much.” The concerned tone in Hoseok’s voice made you turn towards him. He was smiling, but you could smell the concern on his voice in the same way he could smell the alcohol on your lips. You had been turning your head to the door at the sound of every welcome bell, but felt the same disappointment each time the owners shouted a bellowing ‘hello’ to someone without a familiar boxy smile or stunning dark brown curls (fuck, he has a buzz cut now so he wouldn’t even have curls anymore!).

“I’m fine.” You assured, turning your head from another unsuccessful glance to the door. You had also been punctuating your disappointment with another shot. Hoseok reached out and took the shot glass from your hand, a half-eaten ramen bowl pushed in your direction instead. 

“Enough. Or you’ll make a fool of yourself.” Yoongi said in support of Hoseok’s attempts to get you to stop throwing back shots. 

“Again.” Seokjin snorted but earned a glazy-eyed glare from you. 

When your mind was pulled back to the drunken stupor Taehyung has never let you forget, even now, and you sighed. “Alllright.” Chopsticks in hand, you slurped up another bite of your ramen, then reached across the table for some of the extra sides they had set out for you guys. You four had already been there about an hour since Taehyung flaked; your alcohol intake was much too high already. Another mouthful of ramen, and you could feel your body screaming to go home. You wanted to curl up under your covers, in the dark of your room, and not come out until the headache you knew was right around the corner was long gone. You heard the bell at the front of the store ring through the small ramen shop, and you groaned, resting your head on Hoseok’s shoulder. Enough disappointment for one evening. It was enough. “Hobi, my head hurts.” You murmured.

“You’re already drunk.” Hoseok sighed, stroking your hair affectionately. You looked up at him and saw his gaze snap up to Seokjin. When you followed the gaze, Seokjin was only smiling in amusement from the other side of the table, cheeks puffed out with food stored inside. “Why don’t we take a few minutes to sober up and-.”

“Oh shit, is this the sequel to Hah Balla?” The sudden deep voice that hit the back of your head made you flinch in sheer surprise. You lifted your head, studying the grin growing on Seokjin’s face. Then, you turned to Hoseok, who had covered his mouth with his hand. It was not enough to hide the growing grin on his face. 

Turning your head, a familiar boxy grin and buzz-cut – wait, it’s grown out a bit in the last two months – staring down at you. Head tilted back, you blinked up a few times and wondered if you had just gotten so drunk in such a short period you had started to hallucinate. However, when a familiar hand reached down and poked your forehead, a familiar tingling sensation coursing your body, you knew it was the real deal. 

“Hey.” He grinned. 

“Taehyung!” You shot up like a bullet, the effects of being a bit drunk making you sway a bit. Taehyung reached out and steadied you, but that only gave you more leverage. You grabbed his arms and tugged him into a tight hug. “What the hell!? I thought you weren’t able to come tonight anymore!” 

“I lied.” He grinned. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“What?!” Your head shot towards the three boys grinning at the table. “You punks!” 

“It wasn’t our idea!” Hoseok gasped. 

“It was Hoseok’s idea,” Yoongi said behind his drink. 

“Taehyung said he’d pay for dinner if we helped.” Seokjin pointed to the food around him.

“And you took advantage, hyung.” Taehyung frowned, already picturing the large bill that was waiting for him. His emptying wallet only distracted him for so long, however, as you gripped his arms again and he turned his attention back to you. Your pink cheeks and beaming smile immediately made him grin again. “You look so drunk.” He mused.

“I am.” 

“Did you really think I wouldn’t show?”

“You took a whole hour to surprise me?” You huffed.

He mimicked your huff with a more dramatic one. “It’s only been forty-five minutes.” His hands were resting on your arms, squeezing you as if he also needed to check to make sure it was really you in his arms. The warmth of his hands felt so familiar and comforting, you couldn’t help but pull him into another hug. 

“Aahh, I hate you.” You slurred a bit, and Taehyung laughed again, hugging you back. “Let’s sit and get you something to drink!” You gasped. “Let’s all do a shot!” 

“No! You’re so drunk already!” Hoseok called out. 

“No, let’s drink!” You begged. “Taehyung just got discharged from the army and he needs to drink.” The man laughed at how dramatic and over the top you were being, finally managing to sit you back down as Seokjin called for the owner to bring another menu and a few more bottles of alcohol, well aware of the chaos it could bring. 

The owner gave the table a few side dishes and a bottle of alcohol for free to celebrate Taehyung’s discharge, and you were now the one to pour. Taehyung lifted his up, already grinning devilishly. You may be drunk, but you knew exactly what he was thinking. 

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Kim Taehyung.”

“That’s me.” He grinned, unphased. “I’m going to say it.”

“Please don’t.”

“I told my entire squad about it.”

“I knew you would.” You pouted. Taehyung grinned. “Fine, fine. Hopefully I’m drunk enough that I'll forget."

Taehyung took a deep breath before shouting. "HAH BALLA!” And alerting the attention of the other patrons nearby. You laughed into your hand, covering your burning cheeks as Hoseok, Yoongi, and Seokjin repeated the cheer just as loud. You sighed, raising your own shot glass up.

“Hah balla.” You mumbled being your laughter, and the group of you threw back a shot. The burning sensation had long since disappeared, and you simply reached for a bite of kimchi. Taehyung leaned closer to you, grinning.

“I won’t ever let you forget.” He hummed softly. When you turned to face him, you noticed how close together you were, and you blinked up at him.

“You’re cruel.” A smirk formed on your face, and his soon followed. 

“Ah, no kissing at the table.” Seokjin immediately cooed, stuffing a bite of rice into his mouth and looking away when Taehyung shot him a glare. 

“No, let them do it. It’s about time.” Yoongi nudged Seokjin, who only laughed so hard behind his hand he coughed on the rice. 

“That’s what you get.” Taehyung hissed, nose scrunched up in annoyance as he watched the oldest at the table down water to keep himself alive. Taehyung pulled back, setting some distance once again as you all continued to eat and drink. Maybe it was because you were drunk, or happy to see Taehyung again, but you simply scooted closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder. He looked over at you and smiled in amusement, patting your head. 

“What did I tell you?” Yoongi motioned to the sight before him. “Codependent.” 

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That night, Yoongi pushed Seokjin and Hoseok into a cab, the three hugging Taehyung and you off with the promise to get together again soon. Hopefully, their schedules would line up. You watched the cab drive off, and put a hand to your head.

“I feel like I’m swimming.”

“Well, you drank a lot.” Taehyung hummed.

“So did you!” You pointed to his cheeks.

“I was celebrating, I’m allowed.” He snorted, putting his hands in the pockets of his beige slacks. You looked him up and down, taking in the sight of him outside of a military uniform that you had seen on him so often it felt as if it were stuck to him like an old paper dress-up doll. 

You reached forward and looped your arm through his, tugging at the dark grey sleeve of his shirt. “I’m happy you’re back.” He looked down at you and smiled, warm despite the night air being a bit chilly.

“I am too.” He said. “It was hard getting through the last two months without teasing you. My friends in the squad only let me talk about you so much.”

A laughed, and the both of you began walking down the street. “You talked about me?”

“All the time.” He admitted. “I mean, let’s face it, every memory worth talking about has you in it, so of course your name would come up all the time.” The fondness in his voice made your already flustered cheeks heat up even more, and you nodded, resting the side of your head on his arm as you walked. “You must have talked about me, too.”

“Eh, not really.” You hummed, and Taehyung stopped walking, yanking you to stop as well. You looked up at him and smiled. “Kidding~.”

“Alright, rude.” He pouted, finally continuing to walk as you laughed a bit. “I’m taking you home and I won’t even hold your hair when you inevitably vomit.”

“I’m not that drunk anymore, I sobered up.” Despite your reassurance, the heightened slurring of your words didn’t convince Taehyung, and he only grinned his boxy, lop-sided grin once again. 

As the two of you continued to walk in silence for the next little while, you glanced back up at him and smiled. “You can stay if you want.” 

He glanced down. “…At your house?” You nodded. “Alright, if you insist. I’ll take the couch.” You nodded, eyes looking down at your arm wrapped around his. Taking a deep breath, you lowered your hand down and pressed the back of your knuckles against his. Taehyung looked down, studying what you were trying to do. Without giving you another glance, he simply turned his hand, opening up his fingers and allowing yours to intertwine with his. 

“I’m happy you’re home, Taehyung.” You breathed, eyes locked on the warm hand enveloping yours. 

“I know…” Taehyung’s voice was soft. “You said that already.”

You nodded, squeezing the hand that felt as if it belonged in yours. “I know…” you said softly. “I just wanted to say it again.”

Taehyung nodded, his head tilting a bit to rest on top of yours as you both continued to walk. 

“I am, too….” He said.

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[mrcleanheichou]

Wolves are (NOT) Scary Chapter 12

Pairing: Werewolf!BTS X Female human reader

Genre: Fluff, smut, angst

Warnings: Starbucks slander and excessive question mark use

Word count: 1,818

Summary: All Y/N wants to do is find her creativity and motivation but she finds 7 werewolves instead.

Author note: Long time no see! I’m such an inconsistent writer it’s not even funny. The bad thing is that I have tons of ideas written down but I can never put them onto the page. Writing is hard T_T

That first scene may or may not be from my actual feelings.

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Chapter 11 // Chapter 12 // Chapter 13

~3 years ago~

The only thing keeping your laptop from being thrown at the wall is the fact that it’s expensive and you can’t afford to buy a new one. The feeling of the blinking cursor on the blank word document mocking you is driving you absolutely bonkers. Feeling hopeless you switch to your ideas notebook to see if physically writing would kick start your creativity. That’s a trick people on a writing forum you follow swear by. Unfortunately that ended with the poor defenseless notebook being flung across the room.

Yeji once suggested speaking to a therapist about having anger management issues after walking into your office and having to dodge a flying pen Matrix style. The thing is that writing is the only thing that brings this emotion out of you. No other thing has been this frustrating in your life, especially these past few months. This change of scenery was supposed to help, instead its made it worse since now you’re all alone dealing with the thoughts of self doubt and multiple episodes of laying on the floor like the scene in Lilo and Stitch. Except, unlike Lilo, you have no one here to tell “Leave me alone to die” to.  

You’re beginning to feel like a failure, absolutely no work has been accomplished. What kind of author can’t even write or draw? Maybe giving up the children’s book gig and becoming an erotica novel writer is a good idea. You’ve always thought about the idea of writing spicy romance novels. You’ve heard the building secretaries whispering about the newest “spicy” book they’ve seen on Tiktok. Apparently fantasy books about werewolves are very popular, talking about “mates” and “knots” and other supposedly hot things. Who knew porn about imaginary creatures would be something people would be into.

This cabin was supposed to help you write but right now it’s feeling like a stuffy prison. Checking Naver for any local coffee shops you discovered there’s a Starbucks, should you support local coffee shops instead? Yes. Would you rather have a frappucino than real coffee? Also yes.

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This Starbucks wasn’t a standalone building. Just like almost every other building in this town it’s connected to other shops almost like a strip mall. There’s a pet supply shop to the right of it and a tteok-bokki restaurant to the left.

Resisting the urge to stop at the restaurant you walk into the Starbucks and find that it looks just like any other one you could find in Seoul. It seems like this location is pretty popular. There’s a moderately long line of people waiting to place their order. All the tables were occupied even the seats right at the bar were taken. Sighing in defeat  you switch your laptop bag from one shoulder to the other.

Heading out the door you heard a pair of voices loudly bickering behind you. Stopping to hold the door open for the men you recognized one of the men as Yoongi from the bakery. You didn’t know the other man though.

“Would you like some coffee with all that sugar?” Yoongi said giving the other man’s drink in his hand a disgusted look.

The taller man scoffed, “Oh I’m sorry that I’m not a coffee snob like you and only drink my coffee black. I happen to love myself and caramel frapuccinos are my comfort food. Self care is important these days!”

Yoongi rolled his eyes before noticing you, “What are you doing here?”

Before you could answer he was smacked on the back of his head and pushed out of the doorway. “Ya! Don’t you have any manners? Sorry about him, I’m Jin and I’m guessing you know Yoongi.””

You nodded while Yoongi turned and glared at the man behind him making a low sound that oddly resembled a dog’s growl. Shivers went down your spine and oddly down to another place that you definitely were not expecting.

“I was trying to get a frappuccino and some cake pops but the line is way too long and I didn’t want to wait.”

“I can make cake pops that are way better than those abominations. C’mon let’s go.”

Sharing a confused look with Yoongi who just shrugged you followed after Jin who was marching like a man on a mission in the direction of the bakery.

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Walking into the bakery your nose was overwhelmed with the scent of cinnamon, it almost made you sneeze. Yoongi ushered you to a table near a window and told you to sit tight. Pulling out your phone you decide to browse Instagram while you waited. Leaning back in your chair you could hear muffled arguing coming from what you assumed was the kitchen in the back.

“I’m telling you, you need to play up the bad boy look. You can get more tips If you would at least answer when women ask you about your tattoos.”

“And I’m telling you, they make me uncomfortable. It’s either cranky ajummas who give me dirty looks when they notice or women who have no shame and try to touch them. I’m not a damn petting zoo, hyung.”

“You look like a zoo animal.” Jimin snickered while sitting on one of the counters near the stove. This resulted in a big glob of cream cheese frosting meant for the piping hot cinnamon rolls being launched at him narrowly missing his head and splattering on the wall. He jumped off the counter growling “Listen here you little shit.”

“What the hell do you two think you’re doing in MY kitchen?”

Jin was fuming looking at his younger mates acting like children in his precious safe haven. He knew he shouldn’t have let Yoongi talk him into going on a break.

“He started it!” Jungkook pointed at Jimin who was currently stalking towards him ready to hit him in his stupid pretty boy face.

“Shut up you little snitch!”

“Snitches get stitches” Yoongi added.

“Cut it out all of you” Namjoon called from the office rubbing his temples trying to alleviate the migraine that was forming from staring at excel sheets all day.

“Y/N is out there waiting for a coffee. This is our chance to give her the potion.” Yoongi informed the alpha wolf giving him the iced Americano he bought for him.

“Call Taehung and tell him to get over here. We’re executing the plan today.”

~Present Day~

You didn’t know what to expect but what you were expecting sure as hell wasn’t this. The room you were currently held in looked like a five star hotel room, adorned in hues of red and gold and decorated with paintings of regal wolves hunting deer and hanging around the moon goddess. If you were here under different circumstances maybe you could appreciate how beautiful this room was.

There was no clock in here so it was impossible to know how long you were trapped in this makeshift prison cell. And the lack of a window was also disorienting. Your phone sat useless on a side table, long dead. But it wasn’t needed to know at least a few hours had passed since the guards brought you.

The first hour was filled with frantic pacing and trying to open the locked door. Why were you guys being treated like prisoners? It’s not like you broke any laws. But seeing how serious the guards were you figured some werewolf law was in fact broken.

During your crisis Jungkook was somehow able to fall asleep on the plush king size bed. He was curled up in the fetal position hugging a pillow close to his body. His baby face, even more prominent while relaxed and unconscious, made him look like a young boy and not a man in his twenties even with his facial peircings.

Rage filled every part of your being as you fought the urge to yell at him to wake up and face the reality of the situation. After all this was his fault, right? Why did he take that stupid potion? Why didn’t he listen to Yuna? Why couldn’t he stop being so immature for once in his life?

This was the first emotion other than soul crushing sadness that you felt this during this whole ordeal and it scared you.

Walking away from him and into the bathroom to cool off before doing something you’d regret seemed like the right thing to do. Throwing things Jungkook already knew in his face would be cruel.

The marble of the bathroom counter felt cool against your palms as you stood in front of the sink staring at yourself in the mirror. You look rough, eyes red, face puffy and dried tears adorning your cheeks. You were never a pretty crier like the women in the Kdramas you watched every night with Jin. If said man was here he’d tell you that you looked like you got ran over by a car and that you could never catch him slipping like that.

You snorted at the memory of your overly confident mate. He always had an ugly crying face but you didn’t have the heart to ever tell him that fact. The small smile you were able to conjure up quickly fell when you remembered soon he won’t be your mate anymore.  Feeling the urge to cry once again felt ever present so you rushed to turn on the water faucet.

Cupping your hands you splashed cold water in your face. The freezing liquid was shocking enough that it felt like an emotional reset. It was a little trick you learned from Yoongi who said it always helped to ground himself when he felt a panic attack coming on. ‘You can’t freak out when you’re cold’, he’d say. You seriously contemplated taking a cold shower and just fully shocking your system into submission but that just sounded miserable.

You definitely didn’t need anymore miserable in your life.

Was everything Jungkook’s fault? Yes. Could he have killed Yoongi? Yes. But he didn’t and that should count for something right? Why couldn’t Namjoon realize he was extremely sorry? Wasn’t the mate bond supposed to be strong? Isn’t it like a supernatural marriage pact?

What happened to ‘Through sickness and health’? How could Jungkook be thrown away like trash that easily? The thing that hurt the most was that no one else but you stood up for him. Not even Taehyung who ran with his tail between his legs when he was scared. Why were you the only brave one?

Jungkook was your priority now and you would stick with him for the rest of your life. The others may have been able to be forced into abandoning their love for him but you’re stronger than that. Fuck werewolves and their cowardice.

You’re not a weak human and if you have to prove that to each and every wolf here you would. Especially your alpha.

[jjungkookislife]

Can't Wait (M)

pairing: cherry!jimin x f. reader

genre: co-worker au, established relationship, smut [18+]

summary: Another night out with your coworkers and Jimin.

wc: 608

a/n: original

warnings: alcohol use, unprotected sex, creampie

date: February 19, 2024

Jimin had no interest in joining your coworkers, but he couldn't say no when you looked at him with a pout. He gave in easily, dressing up nicely, if only to drive you insane. He'd gotten one drink when you had arrived, taking a few sips of it as you downed your first.

Jimin had stayed at your side the whole night, his hand on your hip as you socialized with your coworkers. Jimin found himself bored as he tuned out everyone's voices, only humming in response when you'd look at him.

At one point late in to the night, Jimin began pressing kisses to your shoulder as he stood behind you. You giggled as you leaned into him as your coworker complained about something.

"Sounds like you need a new job," Jimin mutters and you elbow him. He chuckles as he kisses your cheek.

"Be nice," you warn.

"Sorry," he apologizes. "I just want to get you home. You look incredible."

"Do I?" you smile as you turn to face him. Jimin nods, licking his lips as he looks you up and down.

"I can't wait to get you home, baby. Bend you over the couch, fuck you against the wall, and cum over that pretty face of yours," Jimin states breathily and you clasp your glass of water tighter.

"We gotta go," you rush, slamming your glass on the bar. Jimin barks out a laugh.

"Are you sure? We were gonna go to the diner after," Jungkook says, raising a brow.

"Uh, no. Thanks, but we're good. Bye!" You rush, grabbing Jimin's hand and pulling him toward the exit as he laughs behind you.

"That eager?" he asks when you arrive at his car. His hands grip your hips, pinning you to the passenger's side. His forehead rests on yours and you nod. Your lips press against his, and your hands wrap around his neck to hold him close.

"I want you, Jimin."

Humming, Jimin kisses your lips one last time before helping you into the car. He remains silent as he gets into the driver's seat, his hand on your thigh, squeezing and rubbing it all the way to his place.

The moment you step into his home, you're kicking your heels off, giggling as you kiss him.

Jimin strips the both of you on the way to his bedroom, his hand caressing your thigh as he presses you to a wall. Your hand slips between your bodies, cupping his erection over his boxers. Jimin hisses in response when you squeeze, taking his cock out as he slips your panties to the side.

"Hold on," he warns as he spins you and bends you over. You gasp when he fills you, nails scratching against the wall as your name escapes him.

"Fuck," he grunts. You moan his name as you turn your head to kiss him as he slowly rocks into you.

"That's it, baby. Take my cock." Jimin's eyes flutter shut as he buries his face between your shoulders, kissing your heated flesh. "Fuck."

"Jimin!" you gasp as he rubs your clit. You bite back a groan, begging him to make you cum. Jimin doesn't need to be told twice, fucking you harder until your thighs shake and you're screaming his name loudly. Jimin curses, cumming soon after.

"You know Jungkook's gonna ask why we left so fast, right?" you ask once you catch your breath.

"As if they don't know what being at the bar does to us. Forget about the first time we were there?" Jimin wiggles his eyebrows and you roll your eyes.

"So we're going again next week?" you grin.

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[yulixi]

Bᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴄᴇɴᴇs pt.1 | ktg

Summary: After Y/N and Taehyung participated in a movie together, they both got even more attention.

But after the one behind the scenes was published and their great interaction and their union drew more attention and the followers of both noticed it.

Pairing: actor!Taehyung x actress!reader

Genres: Cute, fluffy, idol au, comfort.

sometimes i'm not good with english but i try to improve^^

@/Vbear: I still can't get over Taehyung and Y/N's great movie, I love how his character is so rude and mean but how Y/N's character gets in the way of his work etc.

But recently the behind the scenes was published I can't stop thinking about their interaction and how they laughed and smiled together.

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The camera recorded the scene where their characters were fighting.

"Give up" Taehyung's character spoke while struggling with the female character "nothing will change my mind"

"No" the female character whispered and kept fighting until Taehyung gave him one last blow and the female character finally became unconscious.

They gave the signal that it was all over and Taehyung helped the young Y/N to get up.

you could see how they smiled and before leaving the fake stage they hugged each other.

They both went to rest and the camera recorded them more closely, Y/N was able to notice the camera.

He waved at the camera and you could see the fake makeup of bruises and blood.

The camera now caught the young male and he quickly gave the camera a smile.

You could see the process of how they removed their makeup and put on other clothes.

The camera followed them into another room and they happily looked at the food.

They began to eat together between conversations and laughter.

"This tastes very good" said the young woman eating more "you should try it" she said as she brought her spoon closer to Taehyung's lips.

So they continued to share some food and more.

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@/Vbear: How cute they looked sharing their food and laughing, they are just a good duo♡

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[katkestrel]

I - Fuck Around

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High pitched ringing tore through your ears along with the heavy base of the music playing. It was pulsing through your muscles. A dull ache started to pound in your head to the fast tut-tut-tut of your heart as you struggled to pull yourself up the chain link fence. The slick of blood on your hands and the fatigue in your arms made the journey upwards more difficult. Your fingers miss a step causing your head to fall down to the ground as the floor welcomes your motionless body once again.

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The flash of light was blinding but after a lifetime of them you knew how to keep the tears in and the reaction of pain at bay.

“Alright Y/N you’re doing great! We’ve just got one more set to do now.” The photographer informed you before releasing you to the stylist to your right. You followed her across the studio where two blankets were hung up across a corner, turning it into a makeshift changeroom. Your eyes were left heavy and stinging from the lights so you closed them and tried to ignore the busy hands and mouths around you that were pulling you around like a doll.

A loud hiss cut through the music and silenced the chatter of the stylists. You opened your eyes to see a young girl staring back at you with her mouth in an ‘o’ shape. Her can of hairspray was still high in the air with her hand, frozen in place. The women around you shifted from foot to foot as you gingerly pulled your ear from the wide comb the girl had caught them with.

 “My ears are especially sensitive. Remember not to touch them.” You said, deciding to let her off easy. Your eye caught on the mole under the corner of her eye that mirrored your own and you couldn’t help but feel a tinge of guilt for the young girl. It wasn’t her fault after all.  You and she are owned, and therefore employed, by the same man. That man, however, you could allow yourself to hate.

Sensing the danger had passed, the stylists let their shoulders drop and continued with their prep work although the conversations were no longer lilted. As they worked you studied the women around you. Your owner definitely had a type – girls who are petite and lithe, with ears that stand up straight and a mole under the eye. You weren’t sure if he bought them all similar in an effort for you to feel kinship, or if they were his particular brand of taste. The thought was suddenly off putting in your mouth considering you were the mirror image of your mother.

The strong smell of strawberries effectively pulled you out of that unfortunate thought. Looking up from the plate thrust in front of you, you realised the stylists had finished dressing you for the next set.

“Here, you should eat something.” the girl from before offered. You gently shook you head. You were about to reply when the lead stylist interrupted with a hissed whisper, “She can’t eat on a shoot. Henry doesn’t allow it.”

The girl with kind eyes stiffened slightly but nodded none the less and quickly scurried off to take the plate away before you got in trouble just for looking at food.

Knowing the temptation of food was around was enough to have you up and out of your seat in order to get yet another bottle of water to keep the urge in line. With a sigh you made it over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle, downing half along with a couple caffeine pills.

This was the longest shoot you had been on in months so it was all you could do to just stay upright. Luckily for you, the hybrid blood running in you was enough to give you the natural radiance and even features that all hybrids had. It wasn’t surprising that almost all models now were hybrids or were part hybrid.

The hair on the back of your neck stood up and your ear twitched as you heard the familiar heavy footsteps of Joshua approach. Yet another man you hate. Your foot started tapping in anticipation of whatever bullshit he was about to throw your way.

His voice, melodic but cold, came from behind you. “Hey little kitty. I couldn’t leave without saying goodbye to my favourite kitten. I was surprised when I saw you on the roster. Man are the standards slipping these days.” You turned and raised an eyebrow, your mouth still touching the lip of the water bottle.

He continued, knowing you couldn’t walk away, “God I wonder what the fuck Henry is thinking. He’s gonna tank the company if he keeps you around. You’re enough trouble by yourself.” You watched as small smile started to form on his face. “Well, we all know what he was thinking back then. Not thinking with the right,” he chuckled and paused catching your eyes with his. “Head. Your poor mother. Did she even-”

You stopped him in the middle of his sentence by throwing the remaining water up into his face and soaking his clothes. “Get fucked.”

You barely had time to move when you noticed his eyes flash golden and you felt the weight of his hand over your neck. It’s predicaments like these that remind you how very unfortunate it is that you have a red-hot temper in a tiny omega body.

“Try that again, little kitty, and you’ll be the one fucked.” The lewdness of his statement reddened your cheeks and you couldn’t help but curse the fact that his alpha pheromones were affecting you. Once again, you cursed Henry for his policy of no scent blockers in the company. It probably wouldn’t be the last time.

Trying to hold onto a shred of dignity, you raised you head. “Oh? Let’s prove it. 5624 – 24th Street, Friday, twenty-three hundred hours.”

Joshua paused, looking taken aback before smoothing his features into a smirk. “Sure kitty, but don’t bite off more than you can chew.” With that, he stepped back and left the studio without a look back over his shoulder.

*****

You really should learn to hold your tongue, you chastised yourself for the umpteenth time as you hurried through the underground station only stopping once briefly to pull out your HybrID card to allow you access to the trains.

You let out a sigh as you managed to squeeze into the last train before the doors closed. The familiar jingle of the doors closing repeated more than necessary and you couldn’t help looking down the train to see who the offending tardy passenger was. Seeing only an older gentleman accompanied by a large dog hybrid in your railcar had you giving up the search. You still kept an ear perked towards the hybrid though as your animal counterparts were still unlikely friends and it’s hard to ignore biology.

The doors opened with a ding and you strode out and back up onto the dark streets. You kept your steps in pace to the gum being chewed rhythmically in your mouth, tasting nothing but bland flavour from how long it had been chewed.

It was relatively easy to sneak out of your balcony and jump down into the garden – you can thank your strong legs for that. Shimmying over the trellis fence and avoiding the apartment security was a bit more difficult. You knew that you’d be wearing a tracker collar for a month if a guard saw you and followed you to where you most certainly shouldn’t be.

You are allowed out alone; the law is on your side for once on that issue. It was Henry that maintained a security detail for you in order to keep you safe and contained. He’d have kittens himself if he knew where you ended up most weekends.

You unconsciously sniffed the air and perked your ears higher under your hat to catch anyone who could be a witness to your slightly illegal actions. Satisfied you were alone, your fist rapped against the colourful door with the sideways hourglass nestled among the other graffiti tags.

The door swung open and you had to jump back to avoid getting hit by the metal. A lone wolf hybrid blocked the doorframe. You calmly tipped your hat to show your ears and the hybrid moved aside. The faint thuds and cheers accompanied the dull smell of copper and your stomach immediately started to churn. You really should get a better grasp of your temper.

*****

The flimsy metal bit into your cheek and split your lip even further as you felt your ears being pulled up with your head. Ice blue eyes stared into yours and you knew you were almost tapped out. You let your body go completely limp in his hands, ignoring the pain of your ears, and watched the fist he held tauntingly over you. When you saw his victory smirk start to form, you gathered all your strength in your legs and with practiced precision, you kicked back with both feet into his stomach; aiming your heels up into his ribcage.

You heard a gasp and the grasp on your ears was released. Quickly, to not lose the advantage, you grabbed his head with you hands and brought his face home over your knee. There was a satisfying smack and he was out cold.

               You wobble and lean against the metal behind you as high and low cheers drift through your ears. The cheers started turning into the screams of animals as the crowd begins to shift into their animal counterparts.

“This is the police! Stay where you are!” someone calls over a loudspeaker once the music is switched off.

“Shit”, you swear as you turn around to get someone’s attention to let you out of the cage. Unfortunately for you, all you see are the lights of a flashlight in your face. Panicked, you shift into your small animal form and squeeze through a gap in the bottom, sidestepping the police officer who didn’t expect you to shift into an animal so small.

You run around and manage to hop onto the back of a cheetah hybrid and ride them through the throngs of people and animals to the back door of the ring. Once you were outside, you hopped off and swiftly followed your nose towards the nearest park you could sense. You cursed your fur being such a light colour as you hurried to find a hiding spot.

Sensing heavy feet coming towards you, your animal instincts cause you to freeze in the gutter you were currently in. You hope the darker parts of your face would be enough to hide without being seen.

“Namjoon, what is it?” you hear a low voice say.

“I smell blood.” Another voice replies.

You assumed that was the voice belonging to the heavy pair of feet that set off your instincts before. You realised why your instincts had taken over – they were a hybrid as well and an alpha.

“We’re at a fighting ring, that shouldn’t come as a surprise”

“No, this is a lot stronger. Whoever it belongs to, they need help”

Crap! You thought. You had totally forgot that the blood would give you away. However, you couldn’t make your body move to hide further into the sewers.

“Hello? Who’s there?” the same voice says before continuing, “I know you don’t want to get caught but you need medical help.”

You watched as the black shoes of the hybrid came closer and closer to your hiding spot. They gently stopped at the entrance of the gutter and you heard the hybrid take a couple sniffs of the air.

“You’re a female omega with no scent blockers in a fighting ring?” the voice sounded surprised.

Slowly, the figure bent down to meet your small animal eyes glowing back at him. You recognised the hybrid as the one accompanying the old man from the train.

“I’m going to get you out of there ok?”

His hands were surprisingly soft as he picked you up with a gentleness you hadn’t felt before from another hybrid. Your body slightly relaxed in his grip as he lent you against his chest. You realised you could run away now, however, there was a peculiar feeling that came over you that made you stay put.

“She’s a little thing isn’t she; can she shift back?” The older gentleman asked.

“No, it would be dangerous here. When we’re in our animal forms we heal faster.”

“Ok, well the other guys will handle the rest, you should get her to the hospital. Don’t forget to put her in the cage though, even if she is injured. I doubt she wants to be arrested”

Your whole body vibrated as the dog hybrid growled at the statement, although very softly.

“I’ll keep holding her. We don’t know where all the blood is coming from, so I’ll keep pressure on her sides.” He defended. It was like he knew you had given up and wasn’t planning on trying to escape.

You all had made it back to the front of the ring where there were multiple police cars with an ambulance only leaving the sound of its sirens to show that it used to be there. No others were in sight.

“Damn, we’ll have to take her in the cop car. Namjoon, sit in the back with her then.” The older man said

“She’ll stay still. Look she’s falling asleep. We need to go now.” Namjoon hurried to the back door of the sedan and got in.

The thought of him defending you made you all warm and as you got settled, the warmth of the car with Namjoon holding you, you fell asleep once again.

Masterlist ~ Next - II

[pascaloverx]

OUR SECRET — MYG

chapter two

Summary: You and Yoongi are having an affair. No, you are not being his lover. But the world is not ready to know that an idol is dating someone. So you two were doing your best to make sure no one found out. Until he breaks up with you. His mistake.

Author's note: This fanfic will contain inappropriate language and intimate moments between some characters. Be warned. I will let you know if anything becomes inappropriate. Please enjoy this Yoongi fanfic.

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"You should tell him." Namjoon repeated once again as you avoided the topic by making tea.

"Do you think it's going to be a boy or a girl?" You tried to change the subject, which seemed impossible.

"Regardless of the baby's gender, you should let the father know." You rolled your eyes upon hearing that, as if everything would be resolved if Yoongi knew about the baby.

"I think I'd prefer a girl. But if it's a boy, I'll need tips on the male world. It's your duty as the baby's godfather to help me instead of just staring at me like that." Namjoon was giving you a judgmental look.

"Thanks for the honor of being the baby's godfather. I swear I'll be the best godfather I can be. But it's not fair to hide this situation from Yoongi. You know how I am about honesty." He's right about that.

"I'll talk to him. I don't intend to exclude him from our child's life, but it's difficult. Our last conversation took a somewhat dramatic turn. Not to mention, we both know your friend is famous." You were a bit nervous, contemplating the changes your life will undergo once the baby arrives. Uncertainty about the future lingered as you tried to focus on the decisions that needed to be made.

"It will be a challenge, but I trust you will succeed. Speaking of which, I have some bad news." Namjoon speaks fearfully as if he's trying to protect you from something.

"Spit it out." You speak as you mentally prepare yourself for what comes next.

"I came here not just because you called me but to ask you a favor." Namjoon seems worried about something and you notice that.

"Suga hasn't been able to compose lately. Which is making him feel a bit terrible. The boys and I think it's because he is missing you. So I came to beg you to help me with this." Namjoon is with a lost expression. As if you were the solution to Yoongi's problem.

"Mister Min Yoongi needs me apparently, what a surprise. What if you're wrong? What if he just has writer's block?" These are just some of the questions that are on your mind.

"I've known that man longer than you know. Trust me, he's not well." Namjoon seems sure you’re the solution. And at the moment, not knowing if it's pregnancy or your desire, You can't think of reasons not to go see your ex lover.

"To be sure, you owe me one. And I'm not going to tell Yoongi now, about the baby. If I'm going to do that, it's in my time. But I can go there and try to help." A nervousness begins to take over you as soon as Namjoon confirms that he will take you with him. A few minutes later you are already on your way to the company, Namjoon assures you that he spoke to the boss and that he authorized you to go there since you were hidden. Right now you’re hiding in Namjoon’s car.

"Do you think this will help?" You mutter almost to yourself, but Namjoon hears you as he guides you to where Yoongi is.

"I think you're the only person who can talk some sense into Yoongi. Maybe it would be good for you two to have a talk." That's all you hear Namjoon say before leaving you inside the studio where Yoongi is.

"I already said that I don't need to talk about Y/N. My difficulty doesn't come from the feeling of missing you. After all, I was the one who ended everything." Yoongi doesn't even turn from his chair to look at who entered. You think about giving up but you can tell by his impatient tone and the aesthetic of someone who hasn't left that recording studio in a while that he needs help.

"You better remember that, because coming all this way kind of hurts my ego." You say looking towards him who turns around in surprise to look at you.

"Are you really here?" Yoongi says, slowly getting up and walking towards your direction.

"I heard a rumor that you were sad, I needed to make sure. I mean, I wasn't even the one who ended our relationship." You say, approaching him, as if wanting to explore a new reality. He's unshaven, his hair is a little messy and he looks like he hasn't slept in a while.

"They must really be worried. They brought you here." He seems to have realized how worried the boys and the company are about him.

"What's happening to you?" You speak softly like you're curious. Your hand automatically touches Yoongi's face who, without thinking, ends up hugging you. A strong hug like someone who wants to say "I miss you".

"I thought it would be better to end a relationship that was doomed to fail than to stay with the woman I love." He whispers and before you notice, he's almost falling asleep in your arms.

"You need to focus on what's best for you and your group. Breaking up with me was your decision and unfortunately decisions come with consequences. But that doesn't mean either of us will be happy separate from the other. " You say remaining in place, hugging Yoongi and at that moment that was everything you wanted.

[jungshookz]

jimin's kind of a dickhead & y/n is very close to losing it

➺ pairing; park jimin x reader // dickhead!jimin x TA!y/n 

➺ genre; clearly i’m in my university!au era (can u blame me)!! honk honk humour!! do i smell enemies to lovers?? clichés clichés clichés but who around here isn’t a sucker for a good cliché!! let me indulge!!

➺ wordcount; 3.5k

➺ summary; y/n’s a teaching assistant for the summer semester’s english class and she thinks she’d have a much more pleasant time if one of the students wasn’t an obnoxiously-huge-sunglasses-wearing-comes-to-class-fashionably-late park jimin.  

➺ what to expect;  “you look way too young to be an actual TA. or at least a TA who knows what they’re doing.” 

➺ currently spinning on the record player; popular (with playboy carti & madonna) — the weeknd

»»————- 📚 ————-««

you’re not sure if you’ve ever been this nervous for something before. 

it’s not that you don’t know how to speak in front of a large crowd or you have stage fright or something like that, but after working your way up and finally landing the position as a TA for your english professor, the fact that you have to speak in front of a big group of students close to your age and have them actually respect you didn’t hit you up until now, ten minutes before class starts

and you feel like you’re about to simultaneously piss your pants and shit a brick at the same time. 

you spent nearly forty minutes this morning picking out an outfit because you wanted to wear something that said “i’m professional, but i’m still cool and casual and you can talk to me about anything BUT there’s still a line that you can’t cross with me because i’m the TA and i’m not just one of you guys even though i kind of am one of you guys” and to be honest, there wasn’t a lot in your closet that screamed specifically that 

you ended up going with a pair of bootcut jeans and a tank top with a light cardigan over top: professional, but still approachable… at least, you hope that’s the vibe you give off. 

“okay, y/n…” you mutter, looking at your reflection in your little compact mirror to make sure your eyeliner isn’t smudging and there are no remnants of your breakfast croissant in your teeth, “‘hi everyone, i’m y/n, i graduated last year but i’m in my first year at our school’s grad program… really excited to get to know everyone this semester! promise i’ll take it easy on you when i’m grading your papers…’” you recite neatly, nodding to yourself in content

that’s a good way to introduce yourself, right? 

it’s lighthearted but you’re still reminding all the students that they have to be on their best behaviour and they should be handing in their best work 

“god.” you snap your compact shut and slip it back into your purse, leaning back against the wall and reaching up to adjust your glasses 

…but what if they think you’re trying too hard to get them to like you? 

this feels like you’re about to go out on a first date with eighty people all at the same time 

and now that you think about it, you don’t feel like you’re going to shit a brick — you feel like you’re about to shit out an entire house. 

“good morning, y/n!”

“professor kim! good morning!” you stand up from the bench when professor kim walks in through the doors, offering him warm smile and straightening your posture a little, “i got here earlier than i’d expected and i wasn’t sure where to go so i thought i’d just meet you at your office, sorry about that…”

professor kim seokjin had been your english professor from second year up to when you graduated, and after you told him that you were planning on continuing your studies and that you’d been accepted into your school’s graduate program, he made the generous offer to take you under his wing as his TA for the summer semester 

you took the opportunity, of course, not just because becoming a TA would look really good on your resume, but also because you genuinely enjoy professor kim’s company and his classes are never boring (and it certainly doesn’t hurt that kim seokjin is very nice to look at) 

and to be honest, you didn’t have much planned for the summer in the first place so it’d be good to make a little money and get some teaching experience 

“what are you sorry for? the early bird catches the worm, you know what they say,” he beams, nodding towards the exit, “are you ready for your first official class as my TA?”

“i am!” you lie, forcing a bright smile on your face as you walk alongside him, “i mean- i’m- i’m a little nervous, but i… it should be fun! and summer classes usually aren’t as big of a size as the fall semester classes, so that’s easing my nerves a bit…” 

“don’t worry, you’ll be great! and because this is our first class, you really won’t have to do much. i’m just going over the syllabus and then we’ll move onto a few writing exercises — and you’re right, summer class sizes are much smaller than the ones in the fall semester. there are only 80 students.” professor kim flicks his wrist casually and your eyes widen in surprise

eighty 

eighty students

eighty sets of eyeballs staring right at you 

you weren’t expecting eighty students — maybe, like twenty at the most

it’s summer!!! why the hell are people going to summer school?!

“eighty!” your voice cracks slightly and you clear your throat quickly before letting out a light chuckle, “right! i knew that. eighty.” you adjust your backpack over your shoulder as you trail alongside professor kim, chewing on the inside of your cheek anxiously 

“and all you have to do today is introduce yourself and then walk around the auditorium and tend to any raised hands. honestly, you’re going to be fine. you were a fantastic student and i’m sure you’ll be a fantastic TA.” 

“thank you, professor.” you smile shyly, feeling a little more confident knowing that professor kim thinks you’re going to be a fantastic TA

he’s right

you have nothing to worry about 

you’re going to be great and this summer semester is going to be even better! 

»»————- 📚 ————-««

you can feel your heart thrumming away in your chest as you stand in the corner by the front, keeping a polite smile on your face as the students begin to trickle in and the auditorium starts to fill up 

a few of them smile at you and a few of them don’t, which is what you expected so you’re not taking anything personally 

(of course, there was a group of students who looked at you and then muttered something to each other and looked back at you, but you’re trying not to hyper-fixate on whatever the hell that was) 

((you will hyper-fixate on it in the privacy of your own apartment after class)) 

you have to admit that during your time as an undergraduate student, you usually never really noticed the TA and you were more focused on finding a spot in the auditorium or finding your friends 

so maybe you really don’t need to be as nervous as you are right now! 

you force yourself to stop clicking your pen anxiously before shoving it into the back pocket of your jeans, holding your hands in front of you as you continue to smile and say a few quite hi there’s and hello, hi’s as the students walk past you 

a few more minutes of settling in goes by and you’re not sure what to do as you stand up at the front, occasionally looking over to see what professor kim’s up to 

his back is turned to the students as he busies himself with connecting his laptop to the big screen up front and you would help out but you already offered at the beginning but he said he could handle it so… 

“alright, everyone! welcome to english 405… settle down, please… thank you…” professor kim claps his hands together a few times to get everyone’s attention, the voices from the crowd dying out little by little, “thank you so much for being here! i know summer classes aren’t exactly ideal, but i promise our time together won’t feel like a giant drag in the mud.” he smiles, leaning back against the table as he folds his sleeves up to his elbows, “now, i see a few familiar faces in the crowd because i’ve had you in some of my classes last semester, but for those of you who don’t know me, my name is seokjin. you can call me professor kim or just professor if you’d like. you can’t call me seokjin or jin or man or my G or whatever the hell else you people are calling each other nowadays because i worked far too hard for my PhD for a 20-something year old to think it’s okay to come up to me and call me ‘dawg’.” 

you can’t help but giggle with the class at professor kim’s introduction as you settle into your seat by the front, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back comfortably (you’re reminded that because you’re at the front and can be perceived by people that you should probably sit properly and not like a boiled shrimp) 

“now, to be honest, i don’t have too much planned for our first class together just because it is the first class, so we’ll most likely cover the syllabus, do a few writing exercises to warm up those thinking caps, look over the reading list- that should’ve been emailed to you two weeks before classes started, so if you didn’t get that email, please let me or my lovely TA know-“ professor kim turns towards you with a smile before gesturing to you, “speaking of my lovely TA, would you like to introduce yourself?” 

“i-“ before you get the chance to stand up from your seat, the auditorium doors swing open and smack against the walls, causing you to jolt in surprise and for everyone to turn back and look at who the hell is being so disruptive, “i…” 

whoever he is has a pair of giant sunglasses on as he trots down the steps, clearly not in a rush, an iced americano in one hand and a laptop tucked underneath his armpit 

an oversized black hoodie hangs on his figure along with a pair of ripped jeans, and you can’t help but frown because on one hand, it’s fine to be late if you come in and take a seat in the back quietly (you’ve been late to more than a few lectures because of a missed alarm, but you always try to be as courteous as you can as to not disrupt the class because you’re a decent human being), but practically kicking the door down and then making the auditorium steps your own runway is another thing 

“jimin! so nice of you to join us this morning.” professor kim clears his throat, and you watch as this jimin guy takes a seat right in front of where your seat is off to the side, “i was wondering when you were going to show up.” 

“what, i’m not late, am i?” jimin checks the time on his watch before taking his sunglasses off, leaning over and tossing it onto your seat, “it’s 9:06, prof.” 

“surprised you even showed up at all.” professor kim mutters under his breath before reaching over to gently tap you on the shoulder, “sorry about that- please, go ahead and introduce yourself now that all of us, hopefully, are here.”  

“i, uh- yes, thank you, professor-“ you clear your throat with a polite smile, turning back to face the front even though you find your eyes flickering over to glance at jimin, “i’m y/n and i’m super excited to get to know all of you this semester! i graduated last year but i’m in my first year of our school’s graduate program. and i’ll promise to be nice when i’m grading your papers if you promise that you won’t hand in any bad papers.” you try to bite back the shit-eating grin on your face when that gets a laugh from the audience and you press your lips together (jimin, you notice, hasn’t even cracked a smile), taking a small step back before turning to look at professor kim for your next move 

“yes, y/n will be the one who’ll hand your papers back to you and she’ll be the one who deals with your ‘can you bump my 65 up to a 98’  requests, so please be nice to her…” the class laughs again and you’re reminded of why you loved being in professor kim’s classes so much, because he’s such a charmer! “does anyone have any questions for y/n?” 

“not a question, just an observation-” jimin chimes in, leaning back against the seats as he runs a hand through his hair, “you look way too young to be an actual TA. or at least a TA who knows what they’re doing.” 

“i- well, sorry to disappoint, but i am a TA.” you chuckle lightly, eyes narrowing slightly, “and i can assure you i know what i’m doing.” 

“alright, we’ll see about that.” jimin raises both hands in defence and you can’t help but feel your eye twitch at how much of an asshole he’s being despite literally not knowing you at all 

“by the way, class starts at 9, not 9:06.” you force a smile on your face, “not a question, just an observation.” you hear a couple of ‘oh, shit’s’ and low ‘oooooh’s’ from the crowd and you have to remind yourself to keep it professional because the last thing you want is to look like you’re bullying the students in front of professor kim 

jimin’s jaw ticks as he shifts in his seat, “right, thanks. i’ll keep that in mind.” 

“alright. we’ll see about that.” you shove his own words right back into his face again before turning to look back at the class, your smile softening significantly 

“if there are no other questions or observations for y/n, let’s get started!” professor kim jumps in before anyone else gets the chance to say anything and you can’t help but feel a little bit of relief because one more second and you probably would’ve said something out of pocket like how massive jimin’s sunglasses are and how it makes him look as though one of santa’s elves escaped from the north pole and decided to go all wannabe emo, “now, i hate technology so i’ve printed the syllabuses out which will be handed out to you by y/n…” 

you immediately snap into TA mode, turning around to pick the stack of syllabuses up from the table and cradling them to your chest, splitting them into sections so you can hand them out to the students at the end of the rows for them to hand them down the line 

for the most part, everyone seems very nice and well-behaved, and you get a few compliments on your cardigan or your earrings or your glasses as you continue to hand the papers out (you’re pretty sure it’s because everyone’s trying to get on your good side so that when they beg you to change their grade on a paper you will, but you’re not that easy to bribe) but you find the smile fading on your face as you walk down the steps only to see jimin with an arm raised lazily in the air

the rings on his fingers twinkle slightly under the bright auditorium lights and you can’t help but notice how pretty his hands are

…they would be prettier if he wasn’t such a jackass 

“jimin! how can i help you?” you press your lips together, resisting the urge to pretend like you never saw his arm and just keep walking 

“could i get another one?” jimin asks, raising the copy of the syllabus he has to show you, “the staple on this one is weirdly wonky.” 

“is that so? so sorry about that, i can get you another one if you can just give me a sec…” you decide to play nice considering the fact there’s always a TA evaluation at the end of each semester and you don’t know jimin but he seems like the type to completely rip someone apart in an anonymous evaluation

“i’m guessing you stapled them?”

“i did.” you nod, making your way over to your bag before bending over to dig through it for your spare copies

“hm.” jimin tilts his head slightly as his gaze drops to your ass, “makes sense.”

to be perfectly honest, he couldn’t give less of a shit about the wonky staple on his syllabus 

he just didn’t like that dig you made at him about being six minutes late (six minutes isn’t even that big of a deal, you’re so obviously a teacher’s pet and he hates eager little teacher’s pets) so now he’s made it his mission to make this class a big ol’ nightmare for you for the rest of the semester 

and sure, he can admit that you’re actually pretty attractive and he could see himself hitting on you if he met you at a bar or a club or something, but you’re his TA and you’re a stickler for rules so that kind of kills the vibe

…well, that’s not entirely true

there’s something about you being his TA that’s making his stomach swirl and he can’t really blame himself when his brain conjures up the image of him bending you over your desk as a way to bribe you to give him a higher grade on his papers because he’s certainly not planning on investing a lot of time or effort in this class since it’s just an elective 

jimin shifts in his seat as he watches you crouch down so you can dig into your bag even more, your waist dipping and curving out into your hips quite nicely from this angle 

…

he’s totally going to get you fold for him and convince you to give him a good grade by the end of the semester.

his tongue pokes out to swipe over his bottom lip at the thought of him coming to see you after hours (because of course you’re going to make an exception for him and allow him to see you at any time he wants, he’ll make sure of it) and again, he can’t blame anyone but himself when he can practically hear you moaning for his dick in his head (“what’s that, baby? you gonna bump me up to an eighty or am i gonna have to do a little more convincing?” “e-eighty, i’ll- ah- i’ll bump you up to an eighty, i-i will-“) 

“here you go! a fresh copy for you.” jimin is rudely yanked from his fantasy when you suddenly shove a fresh copy of a syllabus in his face for him to take, “sorry that took me a minute, i have a lot of papers in my bag…”  

“you’re good, y/n.” jimin smiles up at you as he takes the paper from you, “thank you for finding another copy for me. and i’m sorry about that comment i made earlier about you looking too young to be a TA, i was just being a shithead. i’m sure you could tell by the way the prof talked to me that this isn’t my first rodeo.”

you blink rapidly in surprise and almost immediately jimin can tell the wall you had up crumbles away as you give him a genuine smile in return, “oh! no problem at all, thank you for apologizing… i’m- i’m sorry i called you out on being late to class, i just- yeah, didn’t appreciate the comment you made about me-“

“oh, no, i totally get it. i would do the same thing if i were in your shoes. your comebacks were really clever. i would’ve laughed but i didn’t wanna give you the win.” jimin teases with a boyish grin and you find yourself blushing at his compliment 

huh

maybe you were too quick to judge him so quickly 

and even if he hadn’t come to class late and made a dig at you, you can’t deny the fact that the man is absolutely gorgeous 

“alright, well- oh, coming!” you nod, raising your hand slightly to acknowledge one of the students in the back when you see them raise their hand before looking back down at jimin, “lemme know if you need anything.”

“oh, i will. thank you, y/n.” there’s almost a playful glint that flashes in jimin’s eyes and you nod again before heading up the stairs, your heart skipping a beat in your chest 

interesting

very interesting

🎙️ compliment y/n’s regular-sized glasses or make fun of jimin’s giant sunglasses (talk to my characters!) 

📚 why not explore the rest of the library while you're here? (full fics!) 

💫 or perhaps you want something shorter to read? (drabbles and mini series!)

🌟 or something even shorter? (teeny tidbits!) 

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wc: 3.2k ~✩~ A/n: Inspired from a twitter/X thread years ago

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'𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐓! Why the hell is this blouse so tight! I could've sworn it fit perfectly before...'

You cringe at the tightness of the fabric as it sticks your chest like a second skin.

Leaving the house in a hurry, it was only until meeting your interviewer face-to-face were you finally able to acknowledge the snug clothing.

Luckily you had enough jitters to bring a jacket and was able to use it as a cover-up.

"So Ms. [Last Name], I understand you have the experience of doing tasks such as scheduling events and appointments?"

You break out of your distressed bubble with a jump before catching sight of the male walking down the hall, quickly trailing after.

"Y-yes sir. I have done countless jobs of setting up plans and meetings during my two-year internship for Yu Inc."

His brows raise at your words. "Yu Inc. you say? That's a very well-known business. Can I ask why you choose specifically this company? Why not stay with them?"

"Well..." You meet his questioning gaze with a small smile, "when creating a name for yourself- especially in the entertainment business- it's a known possibility of failing. But even so, you still had hope and tried. There's not many people out there who would've done what you did. And I admire that. So much in fact that I want to help support what you're doing as much as possible."

He suddenly stops in his stride causing you to give him a lost look.

"You're right. And I'll be eternally grateful for having the determination and people I trust behind me to help make my dream come true. I can't say much of the later future..."

Your eyes slightly widen when he holds out his hand with a blinding smile. "But what I can say that it would be an honor to work with you Ms. [Last Name]."

"Wait...does that mean-"

"Welcome to Hybe Co.!"

"Oh thank you very much sir! I promise to work very hard and contribute to the company." He lets out a hearty laugh when you grab his hands with an energetic shake.

"Please, Bang PD's just fine. No need for such formalities now that you're part of the family."

"Okay...Bang PD." You hesitantly try out his name, jaw clenching at suppressing the urge to address him more formally.

He claps his hands, a gleam of happiness shines in his eyes as they crinkle on the sides. "Excellent! You will officially start working tomorrow morning. Now, before we continue, do you have any questions for me?"

"Yes I do in fact. They're mostly about the contract and all of the benefits from this job."

Bang PD nods in understanding, "Of course, so the benefits you will receive—"

"Bang PD-Nim!"

You both turn towards the frantic call to see a breathless woman running over.

"There's been an abrupt change in the scheduled meeting with Fila Inc. It seems they're only open for today, the next three months have been filled."

The older man's face falls at the news before letting out silent curses. "Alright. Are they already here?"

"Yes. In your office as we speak."

"Okay, let's go then." Bang PD says as he takes a stack of folders from her outstretched hands, but before he could fully exit the room you call out his name.

"Yes?" He answers in a rushed tone, one hand tightly grasping the documents while the other straightens his tie and glasses.

"I'm sorry, but what should I do while you're gone? I mean, you still have to explain to me the rest of what my job consists of. Unless of course, I can come back another day?"

"No!" You jump at his shout causing him to give an apologetic smile, "Sorry about that. But to answer your question, I can't. With the rest of the month's schedule being packed twenty-four-seven, I won't have a free slot to situate you in. So while I'm gone please feel free to walk around and get yourself acquainted with the building. Once I return, I'll be able to answer any questions you have."

"Okay. So when do you think you'll be finished with the..." Your words trail off once realizing that he's no longer there,"...meeting?"

Eyes still planted on the shut door, you finally break the silence with a scoff of disbelief. "Well ain't that a bitch."

Smacking your lips, you stand up with a hum, "Guess I'll go look around then."

With that, you make your way to the door.

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After spending a good twenty-minutes roaming and getting used to routes of the building, you decide its time for a snack break, moving to the nearest snack machine.

You dig through your purse with a sigh and grab the needed amount for your chosen drink. It drops to the bottom with a muted thud causing a small cheer to leave your lips.

Beverage in hand, you continue looking around the building. Music filters from speakers above leaving you content and begin to hum along, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere.

Unfortunately, that peacefulness soon turns into frustration when you try to put the straw into the juice box.

Forcing the weak plastic in with way more strength than needed, your cry of victory quickly turns into one of shock when a good portion of the juice spills on you.

"Goddammit!" You let out a groan, swiftly taking off the jacket before the cold liquid could seep all the way through.

But that action was deemed useless upon noticing a wet spot decorating your once clean white blouse.

'Shit...I can't walk out of here with this big ass stain. I need to get this cleaned up pronto.'

Moving down the hall in search of a restroom, your steps falter when seeing how unfamiliar the area was.

"First the juice now this? Great..."

Body hunched over in defeat, you perk up at the sight of a man coming from the opposite direction.

"Hey-um excuse me!"

He slows down at the sound of your voice, freezing in place upon spotting you.

Scurrying over to him, you plaster an awkward smile. "Yeah..hi? I'm sorry to disturb you, but I new here. And I kinda had a little accident with my juice when I was trying to..."

Unknowingly to you, as you continue to ramble, a pair of eyes take in your figure.

"Oh...shit!" He hisses under his breath as a low gasp escapes him.

"So yeah...I was wondering if you know where the nearest restroom may be located." You finish your statement in time to see him staring at you with a shocked expression.

"Um...hello?"

"Goddamn!"

Your brows raise at the man as he continues to openly ogle at you without a care in the world. "E-excuse me?"

Finally breaking out of the trance with a jump, his eyes shift back and forth from your chest to the unamused expression on your face.

"I-I mean...ah my back! Goddamn I say goddamn!" You blink in confusion when he howls in pain, his body dramatically falling to the ground as he holds his back.

"Oh sh-are you okay?! Do you need me to call someone for you?" You bend down to get a closer look with a concerned frown.

He looks at you with a strained smile before quickly getting up from the floor. "Ah n-no need! I experience this very often, so I can just walk there myself."

"Are you su-"

"Thank you for caring! Have a nice day!" His voice rings throughout the hall as he hobbles away, hand placed on his lower back like an old man.

"Wait! What about the rest...room?" You roll your eyes in irritation, arms crossed with a huff, "well that was quite the first impression."

Turning to start your journey of searching for the restroom once more, you stop when another man appears in your line of view.

"Hi! Excuse me, can you please tell me where your restrooms are?"

"Sure," he looks up from his phone with a smile, dimples formed on both sides, "all you have to do it take a-"

He abruptly stops talking, eyes widening once they take in your-ahem, attire. "Ahh...ek!"

You blankly stare at him as he stumbles over his words, a light blush coating the apple of his cheeks.

"What?"

"Asdfghjk! I-I gotta go! Bye!"

Opening your mouth to question him, it quickly closes when he bolts down the hall, leaving you in the dust.

"...the hell is wrong with these people?!"

Just as you were about to follow after him two more males make an appearance.

If it were any other day, you would've stopped at how shockingly handsome the two were, from the blue and pink fluffy hair on their heads to the way they walked with so much grace and confidence that only a celebrity could do.

But today was not the day to do so.

So while they had yet to see you by the playful jabs and taunting given to one another, you quickly take the chance and stepped right in front of them.

They slightly jump in surprise before relaxing when seeing it was only you.

"Excuse me but can you tell me where the restrooms are?" You force a smile, the clear tone of impatience could be heard in your strained voice.

"Sure thing," the one on the right speaks up with a bright smile, his deep voice strongly contradicting the childish aura around him, "it's...ah..."

His voice trails off as he looks down at your chest, eyes bulging out of his head.

"Well?" You ask, foot tapping in frustration.

"What are you looking at?" His friend asks with a push to the shoulder, but the taller male continues to stare at you in awe.

"I'm sorry. He's not usually like this," the young man giggles, rubbing the back of his head. "So what do you need help with?"

"Finding the restroom. As you can see, I really need to clean this...stain" you explain, gesturing to the vivid patch on your shirt.

"Sure. It's down the hall to the..." his sentence trails off, eyes zoning in on your chest.

Choking on what seemed to be nothing, gibberish spills from his plump lips as he stares unabashedly.

Following where their unwavering eyes went, you snort in disbelief. 'Now this some bullshit! Why the fuck are these grown-ass men acting like a tiddy popped out my shirt or something?'

"Oh yeah? To the what?" You ask, crossing your arms, done with all of the interactions you've faced so far today.

While you hadn't realized the action caused your breasts to pop out even more, these two on the other hand witnessed the entire thing causing them to hold onto each other's arm for support.

"We've seen heaven," one whimper, a dazed look spreading across his face.

"God has blessed this woman," the other mumbles, his eyes never straying away from your chest for one second.

"Excuse me?" Growing unsettled by their intense stares you loudly clap in their faces, snapping them out of it.

"I-I mean, God has blessed us all to live and see another day!"

The bluenette, who seemed to have caught on to what he was doing, quickly joined in.

"Hallelujah! Praise the all mighty and his greatness! God is good all the time, and all the time God is good~" He begins to stomp his feet, happily singing out random church phrases as he bends down with his hands at his back.

You share a lost look with his friend, lips pursed at what seemed to be him having caught the Holy Spirit.

"Do you feel it? I said do you feel i-" Fortunately for you, the male's preaching was ended by the murderous glare of his shorter counterpart.

Turning to you with a smile, you silently awe at the way his eyes disappear into the shape of crescent moons.

"What he means to say was how not only is the Lord good to you, but to us. Come, my brother, and let us rejoice in his name to those in need of it." Yanking his friend by the elbow, they make a run down the hallway.

"But w-what about the restroom?!"

"Just down the hall to your right!" One of them shouts out before bounding around the corner.

"I swear all of the shit happening today better be a one-time thing. 'Cause I'll be damned if I have to deal with this every day." And with that, you make your way towards the bathroom as directed.

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Hoseok's eyes skim over the countless comments with vigor until they land on one that catches his interest.

[Army4life]: Where are the others?

"Um, Suga is right behind me. Say hi to ARMYS hyung~" the rapper leans to the side to reveal the silent male.

Yoongi slowly looks up from his phone with a sigh, a bored look donning his face as he puts up a peace sign before going back to the device.

"Well...but as for the others, they're coming soon! Most likely getting some food."

[Hobi's-Flower]: Have you been taking care of yourself?

Hoseok stares at the sincere question with a small smile. "Yes thank you! I made sure to get enough sleep and eat the right foods."

[JoonsBigDic]: Do you have any kinks?

"W-what?" Faltering at the sudden change of subject, his face flushes in embarrassment and shock, "m-my kinks? I don't think I should answer that."

[SugawiththatTae]: he blushing! Awww

[Mochicoochie]: now I wanna know what it is

[KookieCrumble]: y'all J-Hope got a kink!

[BangtanWhore]: bet it's choking 👀

"N-now wait a minute I never said th-"

His words were cut off by the sudden slam of the door.

Quickly turning towards the source of the interruption, Hoseok frowns at a wide-eyed Jin stepping into the room.

"Hoseok you ain't gonna believe me when I say this shit! When I say my eyes been fucking blessed!"

The idol chokes on his spit and nervously takes a peek at the recording camera. "Hold up! Just let me turn it off right quic-"

"Tell me why this girl walked up to me because she was lost or some shit. But the thing was... she had some big ass tiddies!"

"SHUT UP THIS IS LIVE!"

Hearing the younger male's panicked words, Jin looks at the camera and pales in realization. "Oh..."

The room goes quiet.

Not knowing what to do, they just continue to sit/stand there, eyes constantly shifting from the camera to each other.

"Did...did this really just happened?" Jin silently mumbles to himself as he stares off in space, Hoseok sending him a heated glare from the corner of his eyes.

"Aye y'all!" The duo turn their attention to a giddy Namjoon as he walks into the room, "Did you see the girl outsi-"

Jin and Hoseok quickly hold their hands out with frantic head shakes.

"SHHH! SHUT THE FUCK UP JOON!"

"HOLD ON WE LIV-"

"WITH THEM BIG ASS TIDDIES?!"

Closing his eyes, Jin lets out a sigh and covers his face in embarrassment.

Hoseok, on the other hand, just blankly stares at the floor with pursed lips.

"Did I say something wrong?" Namjoon frowns at their actions before pulling out his phone when it vibrates.

A moment of silence pass as the leader checks the device only for his eyes to widen. "U-um, guys? W-why it...why it say y'all on live right now?"

"Cause we are...fuck! We're in so much trouble..." Hoseok curls up in his chair, heart dropping at the thought of millions of people watching them.

"The hell nobody said anything?!"

"That's what we been trying to tell your stick-bodied ass before you started flipping at the mouth!" Jin roars out at the younger's attempt of blaming them.

Hoseok scoffs at his words. "You ain't no better! If I recall this shit started when you popped up talking 'bout she had some big ass tiddies."

The vocalist's mouth drops in disbelief. "Well excuse me for wanting to enlighten you on one of the best sights of my life! And if we're being honest, it's your fault to begin with."

"What th-my fault?!"

"Yeah! Who the hell do V-Lives without telling anyone else? It's because of your irresponsible ass that we got into this mess."

As the two continue to banter back in forth, Yoongi finally has enough of the drama and gets up.

"Hey...I said hey! I sai-AYE! BOTH OF Y'ALL SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

Satisfied with their obedience, he walks up in the camera view and takes it away from Hoseok's spot.

"Um..." His lips pucker into an awkward pout, eyes shifting before forcing out a fake laugh, "w-we can explain. You see...what had happened was that they just playing around and-"

"AYE YO YOU PEEPED THEM BREASTESES?!" The rapper's excuse was cut off by the loud voice of Jimin as he walks into the room with a trailing Taehyung.

The younger of the two quickly nods his head in agreement. "On God! I'd suck the tiddie juice right out them hoes!"

"ShUT UP!" Yoongi screams out with wide eyes causing the maknaes to freeze in caution.

"The hell happened in here?" Jimin looks at their pale faces in confusion, gaze swiftly skimming over the room only to do a double-take at the recording camera.

"I swear. Acting as if y'all seen a ghost or some shi-fuck! Why'd you do that?!" Hissing at the pain of being jabbed in the side, Taehyung's narrowed eyes follow where the idol was pointing only to widen, "o-oh...y'all filming?"

After catching the sight of Taehyung closing his mouth and Jimin staring at the floor in silent shock, the camera is pulled closer to Yoongi's face.

With the view now consisting of sharp cat-like eyes and a small button nose filling the lens, the others look at one another for the next step.

But even that seemed to be useless since they didn't know what to do.

Taking a look at his phone, Namjoon groans at the wave of comments filling the screen.

[LilMarco]: THEY TALKING BOUT TIDDIES

[Juanpito]: SAY HEY TO MEXICO 🇲🇽🇲🇽

[Kpopper68]: YOU THINK THEY TALKING, ABOUT JESSI?

[ATEEZbby]: CAN'T RELATE #ITTY-BITTY TITTY-COMMITTEE 😞

[Winxanity_ii]: TAEHYUNG SAID SUM BOUT TIDDIE JUICE

'Ah shit...'

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After the shock of what he had just seen finally passes over, Jungkook puts down his phone with a shake of his head.

"I leave to go to the bathroom and all this happens? Tch...can't do shit!"

Getting up from the toilet, he quickly cleans up and walks towards the room next over.

'How the hell we ain't get disbanded yet?'

Peeping into the room, he spots the rest of the members just standing there with lost expressions.

"Ha...I'm just gonna take this." Slowly walking over to Yoongi, Jungkook carefully takes the still recording camera away from his hands.

"Lmao good joke guys! Bye ARMY, saranghae or whatever," giving the camera a stiff smile and wave, he turns it off.

The room goes quiet before Jungkook turns to the group with crossed arms. "Really? Tiddies? And in front of possibly millions of people no less! That's what we gonna risk everything for?"

Heads lowered in shame from the maknae's scolding, eyes are downcasted to the floor in avoidance of meeting his seething gaze.

"So what do have to say for yourselves?"

"Did you..." Everyone turns their attention to Jimin as he gives the taller male a sheepish smile, "d-did you see her tiddies?"