#jung joseok

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[KOR/ENG LYRICS] on the street (solo version) by j-hope

Every time I walk

Every time I run

Every time I move

As always, for us

Every time I look

Every time I love

Every time I hope

As always, for us

(On the street, I’m still)

내 두 발은 선뜻 걸어, anywhere My feet walk willingly, anywhere

J in the air

가는 길이 희망이 되고자 하여, 나 구태여 Hoping the path I walk leads to hope, I’m always at it

Even my walk was made of your love and your faith

보답을 해, 저 멀리서라도 나비가 되어 I repay it, even if it’s from afar, just like a butterfly

Now just walk lightly, whenever you want

Go on hopefully, wherever you walk

누군가의 숨이 깃들어 있는 거리 In this street, where someone’s breath dwells

내 영혼과 영원을 담을게 I store my soul and my eternity

Everywhere (I’ll be)

Every time I walk

Every time I run

Every time I move

As always, for us

Every time I look

Every time I love

Every time I hope

As always, for us

(On the street, I’m still)

Every time I walk

Every time I run

Every time I move

As always, for us

Every time I look

Every time I love

Every time I hope

As always, for us

(On the street, I’m still)

On the street, 우리 두 발이 걷는 회로 On the street, the circuit our two feet walk

영혼을 마주하며 doing better for us We face our souls, doing better for us

짙은 길, 위, we try to smile Above a dark street, we try to smile

마른 길, 위, we try to cry Above a dry street, we try to cry

아문 길, 위, 거친 고함을 놓아 Above a healed street, we let out a harsh scream

흉터가 핀 꽃 길을 봐 Look at this flower path, blossoming with scars

무성해진 너와, 꺼져가는 초와 The overgrown you, and the dying candle

메말라가는 마음에 단비는 애써 참 조화로워 The much-needed rain on my parched heart, so harmonious with some effort

사계의 불협화음 The disharmony of the four seasons

What the hell is time?

약인가, 악인가, 숙명 같은 한인가? Is it a remedy, is it evil, is it destined sorrow?

길을 아는 것과 걷는 것은 다르기에, 우릴 위해 Knowing the street and walking on it are two different things, for us

I'm just walking all night, all night (alright)

온 세상의 거리, 너와의 거리 The whole world's street, me and you - our street

이야깃거리 더미 가득한 결이 주는 우리 거리 Our street filled with piles of stories

So just walk lightly, when we wanna

Wherever, when we wanna

Every time I walk

Every time I run

Every time I move

As always, for us

Every time I look

Every time I love

Every time I hope

As always, for us

(On the street, I’m still)

Every time I walk

Every time I run

Every time I move

As always, for us

Every time I look

Every time I love

Every time I hope

As always, for us

(On the street, I’m still)

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Last updated on: 2024-03-31

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BTS Playing Games

Jimin : What if we inverted our initials ?

Namjoon : Nim Kamjoon

Jin : Sim Keokjin

Yoongi : Yin Moongi

Hoseok : Hung Joseok

Jimin : Jark Pimin

Taehyung : Tim Kaehyung

Jungkook : Jeon Jung-

Jungkook : *hump* I didn't wanna play anyways

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BTS' Jung Joseok (J-Hope)

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Can’t Help It I Want You (KSJ x F!Reader ft. JHS)

pairing: CEO!Jin x brat!reader (ft. shady business partner Hoseok) genre(s): smut, absolute filth, pwp… I am sorry au(s): sugar daddy au word count: 1.4k warnings: sexual tension, implied blowjob, Hoseok is a tease, brief footjob (Hobi a freak), daddy kink, sir kink, jealous!Jin, dom!jin, degradation, hair pulling, fingering, hitting it from the back (wrap it before you tap it), mirror sex, nipple play, choking (it’s Jin duh), cumshot, it gets kinda soft at the end rating: 18+ (smut above the cut)

summary: A Valentine’s day gala date leads to the arrival of an unexpected guest... and unexpected feelings.

a/n: can u tell I was the salty friend who didn’t have a Valentine’s date this year lmaooo (i had class instead). please enjoy more unexpected adventures with sugar daddy!Jin, also featuring our very own birthday boy (i might just be a simp for this Hobi too). the title comes from you right, by our queen doja! maybe i should make a masterlist for this soon...

The scalding warmth of Jin’s palm against your back clouds your senses, his confident steps leading you both through the gilded doors and into the ballroom, where the party was in full swing. His lips tilt into a smirk, remembering your pouting when he told you he’d be away today, his CEO duties calling once again. For the rest of the night, you’d remained distant and aloof, refusing to answer his inquiries about your plans for the special day, since the two of you wouldn’t be spending it together. Needless to say, the original plan hadn’t lasted long. Mere hours later, Jin was at your mercy, falling apart underneath the skillful movements of your lips and tongue on his cock, coaxing him until he finally breathed out a restless “fine”. Satisfied, you decided to reward him with some more quality time (and a few more orgasms).

Now, the twinkling lights are reflected in your own, breath catching in your throat. The luxury that surrounds you is unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. Swishing silks and endless champagne is flowing, and while you know everyone’s motives are purely transactional, the dim lighting casts a romantic glow over the scene. Jin parades you on his arm confidently, pausing to greet someone every few seconds. The older couples coo over you, gushing about what an attractive couple you make. Face heating at their claims, you shyly slip your hand into Jin’s, nervously chewing your lip as you think about whether they’d think so once they found out the real relationship between the two of you.

Slipping through the crowd, the two of you make your way to your table for the night, surprised to already find it occupied by another. The handsome man rises up, extending his arms out to envelop Jin in a crushing hug, playfully slapping his arm.

His sharp eyes finally notice Jin’s company, turning on you, and you feel your breath catch in your throat. Although shorter than Jin, this man was no less intimidating, and a chill runs up your spine as you watch him take you in, dimples coming out in his devious smirk.

“And who,” he rumbles, gesturing to you. “Might this lovely lady be?

Jin laughs, leaning over to wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You feel his arm stiffen, locking you into place against his body while the other man’s eyes rove over your figure, pausing at the slit in your champagne-coloured dress.

“This is ___, my date for the night,” he says, voice darkening. “___, this is Jung Hoseok, an occasional business partner.”

You don’t miss the mocking lilt to his voice, which only seems to egg Hoseok on further, another smirk lighting up his sharp features.

Hoseok ushers the two of you to the table, where you find yourself awkwardly perched in between the two men, heart racing at the powerful aura that emanates from them. 

Settling in, Jin’s arm finds itself back around your waist, his other hand brushing lightly against where the slit meets your thigh, and you feel yourself throb. A low chuckle is followed by his hot breath on your ear, and you clamp your fingers around his arm tightly, pushing him to stop.

“What do you think, Princess?” he asks, nipping at your ear. Across from you both, Hoseok takes you in with interested eyes.  “Should I have you crawl into Daddy’s lap, show Jung who you belong to?”

A low whine escapes you, and you’re unsure whether it’s from your arousal at being caught between them, or embarrassment at his possessiveness. The moment is brief, over before it even begins, as another man approaches the table and asks to whisk Jin away, a new business proposition under his belt.

“Be good for me,” he whispers before he leaves, and you squeeze your thighs together, desperately searching for some friction to aid your tormented state.

“So ___,” Hoseok inquires as Jin leaves, leaning over the table until he’s a mere breath’s distance away. “Tell me about yourself. Where did Jin manage to find such a pretty little thing like you, huh?”

Your face heats at his insinuation, wondering if he’s caught on to you.

“I’m a university graduate student,” you warble, the waver in your voice causing Hoseok’s eyebrows to draw together in amusement. “We met at one of the off-campus events and struck up a conversation. He’s very… good with his words.”

You breathe out the last few words, blushing as you remember how he’d sweet-talked you into going home with him that night, and within the week, your arrangement was sealed, with little to no convincing on his end. 

Hoseok smirks. 

“Hyung is into all that flowery shit,” he rumbles. “He probably brought you here for a Valentine’s date, didn’t he?”

You gasp at how intuitive he is, ashamed that it only makes the ache in between your thighs grow. Silently wishing for Jin to return soon.

“But what hyung didn’t count on,” Hoseok continues, his voice dropping to a lower, more menacing tone. “Was you running into me.”

The last syllable is accompanied by the rough drag of his leather sole against your thighs, inches from where you needed him. Hoseok’s eyes watch you silently, a spark in them as he drags his foot higher, your choked expression turning him on more and more as you fight to resist him. Brushing against the wet spot on your panties, an airy sigh finally escapes from between your painted lips, and the look on Hoseok’s face is triumphant. 

“Hoseok…” you moan softly, cut off by a hard squeeze of your thigh. “Sir,” he growls. “Call me sir.”

Too lost in your haze, you fail to notice the footsteps as they approach your table, Jin returning from his conversation to find that you and Hoseok had gotten rather… up close and personal. His jaw clenches, and he clears his throat loudly, watching you jump at the noise.

“Princess,” he seethes, the dark look in his eyes making you shudder. “You don’t look so well. Why don’t you head to the bathroom and freshen up?”

Your heart soars at his command, knowing the most delicious punishment awaited.

“What a little slut I have on my hands,” Jin growls, pushing his hips against your bent-over form on the bathroom counter. “Couldn’t even wait for Daddy to come back before getting yourself off, huh?

He pulls you back by your hair, turning your head to plant his lips against yours, desperate kisses interlaced with harsh bites to your lips as you moan against him. 

“Would you have fucked him?” he asks, his fingers trailing up and down your wet slit, ignoring your pleas for him to touch you where you needed him most. A hand makes its way down your spine, before pushing you hard against the cold counter.

“Dadd-, no, please, no, I want you-, want you inside-” your garbled moans are music to Jin’s ears, smirking at your blind desire for him. No matter how many of these parties you went to, how many sleazes like Hoseok eyed you over, at the end of the day, he’d always have you falling apart underneath him. 

“That’s right princess, you’re mine. And mine only.”

Without warning, he slams his hips into you, groaning at the way your pussy tightens around him. White-hot pleasure seeps into your pores as he thrusts into you, grinding back against him desperately, urging him to go deeper. Your brattiness always paid off, tapping into the possessive side of Jin that’d leave you unable to walk the next day. And you loved every second of it. 

Jin’s hands reach around you to push the straps of your dress off your shoulders, cupping your tits while speeding up his thrusts. Your walls flutter around his cock, unable to cope with the overstimulation, and soon, a familiar knot builds in your stomach. 

“Gonna cum,” you mewl. A hand squeezes around your throat, and you clench as Jin lifts your head to look in the mirror, watching your eyes fill with tears and makeup run as he pounds into you, and the band holding the knot finally snaps, your orgasm crashing over you in waves. Feeling himself twitch inside of you, Jin pulls out, hiking up your dress just quickly enough before white-hot spurts of his cum land all across your back.

Breathing heavily, Jin’s eyes meet your own, blown out with lust. And yet, something deeper lurks in their vast depths, causing a warm feeling to bubble in your stomach as he cleans you up, wiping the cum from your back and pushing your hair behind your ears.

“The next time you need something,” he whispers against your lips. “All you have to do is ask, and it’s yours.”

Holding your spent figure against his, he whispers the last words against your hair, so quietly, you can’t even hear.

“I’m yours too.”

A/N pt. 2: Seeing the new url on the banner makes me feel weird but in a good way. Thanks for reading! As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi 💜

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48/?? sets of hyung line

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Hoseok: Jiminie sometimes talks in his sleep, it's quite adorable

[later]

Jimin, asleep: Fight me… you ass… square up… I think the fuck not-

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The one where Jungkook forgets his underwear.

Pairing: Jungkook x OC

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Jeon Bam (yes, he needs a warning), fluff

A/N: Enjoy!!!

July 3, 2021  Tanaka Akari slouched against the black wall of the new HYBE training room, trying her best to fill her contracting lungs with air. She held a Cooky water bottle to her plump pink lips, hand shaking with adrenaline as the water slowly trickled into her mouth. Bottle blonde hair hitting the wall as her eyes closed, humming the tune she had practiced over and over again that day. Her first solo debut was fast approaching and the Maknae was panicking.

Just her own debut would've been enough to keep her mind occupied at all times, but with SAMURAI's coming up too, she barely managed to catch a break. So many lyrics to memorize, too many steps to too many beats. Akari was exhausted. Her head rolled to the side so her right cheek could feel the cool paneling of the wall when she heard a familiar chiming coming from the black pleather backpack that sat beside her.

Her shaky hand slithered in between the fabric, reaching for the source of the noise. With her phone in hand, Jungkook’s smiley contact photo came into view, the petitie human stalled a minute to stare before answering the call.

“What’s up baby?” Akari placed the phone between her ear and shoulder before picking up her practice bag and turning off the lights.

“So.. I have a problem..” She halted, allowing herself just enough time to laugh at her boyfriend's antics. He was always forgetting things during tour, Akari had to ship him underwear more times than she could count after he would accidentally left pairs in the hotel rooms. Luckily, he was filming for In the Soop 2, so it wouldn’t take her more than a couple hours to drive to him.

“Mhmm and? Let me guess..did you forget socks? Another member? No? Oh.. Oh, I know! You forgot Bam? ” he giggled at her. Both knowing very well that he forgot his underwear again.

“Can you bring me some?” Leaning against the hallway, she scrunched her nose. If Jungkook was standing right infront of her, he’d probably boop it. She silently laughed at the thought.

“Members? I’ll have HYBE hold auditions and Kat can drop them off in the morning.” She sarcastically remarked.

“No, goof. My underwear” He huffed again. He deserved to be let down a little after he was gonna make her drive all the way to him for some underwear. Especially since, unbeknownst to him, she'd made sure to pack extras in the front of his suitcase. It was a good thing she missed him tonight.

“I know, Kook,” she stifled a laugh. “How’s the new house?” Akari bowed goodbye to the front desk lady before stepping out into the humid Seoul night, silently thanking her for having the valet bring her car service around. The driver closed the door the second she hopped in.

“It’s nice, I made Bam a place to go potty and stuff. He seems to like it.” The next couple days would be hard on Akari with both of her boys missing, she wasn't really sure what to do with herself. But she was glad they were happy.

“Are you putting him to bed too soon? I don’t want to break his routine too much.” Jungkook laughed on his end, she was always worrying about Bam. It was a big decision when they brought him home. They had been together almost eight years at this point, Bam was the first step to any kind of future they planned together.

“Baby.. he’ll be fine, I promise. If he expresses any signs of discomfort I’ll drive him home myself. He’s okay, Apple. ” Akari released another shaky breath. Jungkook always knew what to say to relieve a bit of stress. When the young idol first introduced herself, Jungkook thought her name was apple and it stuck ever since. Making her smile a bit at the nickname.  

While the two talked, the transport pulled into their driveway. The couple had just bought a new house after living in an apartment for the last two years. It had taken them a while to find a house that completed everything on their checklist: Jungkook wanted a gym, Akari wanted an open floor concept with a balcony of their bedroom. But most of all, they wanted a recording studio. Something that they could use when inspiration struck at the most random of times.

When they moved, the large house almost seemed too big for the couple in their early twenties. That’s when Akari proposed the idea of a dog. It had taken them far longer to decide what breed than it did to hunt down a breeder. Jungkook preferred to adopt dogs, he had done it before with Gureum, who eventually ended up in his brother’s hands. Sadly, Doberman puppies were a hard thing to come by in shelters, especially because most believed them to be an aggressive breed.

“Okay Kook, I’m home. I’ll call you in the morning.” Akari waved goodbye to her driver while simultaneously greeting the guard who met her at the door of the vehicle. Especially with Jungkook not home, she had doubled up on security. The young idol had always felt more safe when he was around. Akari unlocked the front door and stepped into the hallway, immediately being comforted by the familiar smell of natural, warm vanilla. Taking in a big whiff that made her miss the man who made the house a home.

“Goodnight baby, sleep well. Dream of me.” She could hear him giggle, making a faint blush creep onto her supple cheeks.

“That would be a nightmare,” She could hear his smile through the phone, trying not to let one grace her own lips.“I hate you.”

“I love you.” Jungkook replied, knowing full well she was trying to hide her amusement.

They both stalled a minute before hanging up, as if they had to force themselves to hit the red button. When the line went dead, Akari dropped her phone and practice bag in the entryway. Peering outside through the window, checking that the guard was still there before making her way up the stairs to the master bedroom.

She hurriedly grabbed her all black Louis Vuitton Weekend bag from the floor of their joint walk-in closet. It was too flashy for her taste but it had been a gift from Jungkook when BTS became ambassadors of the brand, so she made an exception. Being a master at packing at this point, she threw in one of her boyfriend’s matching sweat sets, one of his massive sweatshirts and a pair of black shorts. She gathered the rest of her necessities, Jungkook’s underwear and some more toys for Bam.

Quickly showering before putting on some light wash ripped denim jeans, one of Jungkook’s grey sweatshirts and a pair of Doc Martens. He pulled her newly dyed blonde hair into a clip and applied a small bit of makeup before grabbing the duffle bag, her Cooky water bottle and her cell phone, and made her way to the 2019 light blue Volvo XC40 that was parked next to Jungkook’s Mercedes. Akari loved her car, it had a beautiful leather cream interior that somehow always smelt like lavender.  

To say Jungkook was shocked when she pulled up the first time, would be an understatement. Akari liked dark neutral tones, their styles often complementing each other because of it. Her car was very opposite of her. It made him laugh every time she pulled up, her dark ensemble contrasting the light interior.

Akari sent a quick text to both Sejin and Bora, BTS and SAMURAI’s managers, letting them know she was on her way to Jungkook and reassuring Bora that she would be home in time for practice. The drive was rather quiet with the only noise coming from her car speakers belting out the newest “Crime Junkies” episode. It was a bit eerie driving through the forest in the dark with a true crime podcast playing throughout the car, reminding her of a specific horror movie Jungkook  had made her watch last week.  

When Akari finally arrived at her destination, her dashboard screen illuminated a big 4:28. She slouched a bit in her seat, trying her best to gather the last of her strength to go find her buff boyfriend.

In the house, a starry eyed Jungkook and a shaken Jimin were staring out the window after having heard the unmistakable noise of a car pulling up. The duo tried their best to see through the dark pigment of the night. Could it be a sasaeng that followed them? Jungkook’s lungs expanded with anticipation. He fumbled for his phone to call Sejin, who was asleep in the staffing house a couple feet from their compound, much to Jungkook's dismay. Jimin held a finger to his lips, signalling Jungkook to stay quiet. While the elder shut off the lights, the Maknae hid behind the couch dialling security.

When it dawned on Akari that they didn't recognize her, she stifled her laugh with the sleeve of the grey hoodie she had stolen from Jungkook’s side of the closet . With her duffle bag over her shoulder and water bottle in hand, she tapped her knuckles on the cold pane of the large window. A small smile ghosted her lips as she slid the glass door open, silently chuckling when she realized they’d left it unlocked.

“Ya know, the best way to keep an intruder out is to lock the door” She stood in the middle of the kitchen, which granted her a clear view of the two dumbasses who were hiding behind one of the couches. They both released shaky breaths, thanking the universe when they realized it wasn't an actual intruder.

“Holy shit,” Jungkook put his phone back in his pocket and removed himself from behind the couch. Wrapping his chiseled arms around her head, bringing her into his chest. He could feel her laugh against the material of his sheer green pajama set. She pushed against his pecs to release herself from his hold, coming face to face with her smiley boyfriend. “What are you doing here? I thought you said your assistant would bring them?”

Jungkook was awfully chipper for it being almost 5 in the morning, Akari just shrugged in response and leaned into his arms again, feeling all of her exhaustion hit once more. Her boyfriend grabbed her hand to head back to his room but not before Akari waved at Jimin, who laughed at the couple's antics.

As they walked in the direction of his room, Jungkook felt Akari slowly begin to lean on him. “Apple, get on my back.” He kneeled down in front of his sleepy girlfriend, who happily did as she was told.

Akari couldn't contain her excitement, she missed Bam but was far too exhausted to react outwardly. When they arrived at the small apartment, Jungkook set her down. Knowing their puppy would want to say hello, he slid the door open.

“Bamie!” Akari called the large doberman, who’d came barreling out of the cage and straight to his mother. Running around her and in between her legs as she pet him. Jungkook laughed at the two, knowing it hadn't been that long since they had seen each other. When Bam calmed down, Jungkook led him back into his cage so they could all wind down for the night.

Akari pulled his underwear out of her duffle bag and threw it at him, making the elder laugh. Winking at the man before changing into her shorts, she didn't even bother changing out of her sweatshirt before crawling into bed. When Jungkook laid down next to her, he pulled her into his buff chest by her hips. Kissing the back of her head before propping it on his arm, feeling the woman kiss his bicep in response.

Knowing his girlfriend well, Jungkook started gently humming, until her breathing steadied and he could hear her soft snores. Only then was he content enough to let himself drift off.

When Akari awoke, the room was empty. No Jungkook, No Bam. She rolled over to the side table to grab her phone. The illumicent screen read 11:14, Akari groaned. She read through a couple emails, answered texts from her group mates and liked some tweets before finally getting up from the bed. She stretched her limbs, and grabbed the duffle bag off the floor.

The young idol changed into one of her boyfriends matching sets, grabbing the rest of her things and leaving a note on the front of his suitcase that read:

She knew they had already begun filming, therefore, the blonde sadly didn't get to say goodbye to her boys. Akari bowed to Sejin before climbing into her car, making sure to choose a less scary podcast this time. Eventually, she took a deep breath of forest air and began her journey back to Seoul.

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Today's Bangtan Bomb 23.01.21

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BTS - First argument with J-Hope

Contains: Arguments. Angst. Fluff. Jealousy. Suspicions of cheating. Mentions of sex. 

Although this can be enjoyed on its own, we imagine the reader here to be Nana, J-hope’s headcanon girlfriend and set around one and a half months after they first meet. 

Find out more about our headcanon universe and original characters here

& To read each member & their girlfriend’s headcanon universe fics in order, follow the links here: RM   /   Jin  /   Suga  /   J-Hope   /   Jimin   /   V   /   Jungkook & Our full masterlist can be found here

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You spread the sheet of pasta over the chopped vegetables in a numb haze, working on autopilot as you waited for the oven to heat to the correct temperature. Hoseok had texted ten minutes before, informing you that he would be arriving in an hour, but it remained unanswered. Your cell sat uselessly on the kitchen table you had cleared for the evening, banishing the workbooks you had attempted to mark to the confines of a low, oak cupboard. Although the maths problems your class had been working on were simple and straightforward, you had been unable to concentrate on the task at hand and instead turned to the lasagne. 

If you had been in the right frame of mind, the thought of making dinner for him now would have struck you as ridiculous after what he had done to you but you carried on regardless, going through the motions as though on autopilot, unable to find the right words to cancel the arranged date. 

The memory of your lunch break at work came flashing back as you tucked the pasta layer into the edges of the glass container and slipped it into the oven. You felt your cheeks heat in embarrassment. While you usually ate lunch in your classroom, the soup you had brought today required the use of the old microwave in the staff room and you sensed the change in atmosphere as soon as you stepped through the door, a hushed lull falling over the the room. Seo-yeon, a teacher around your own age who was clutching an Ipad, refused to meet your eye as you walked around the jumble of chairs. A male colleague, a couple of years older than you both, was perched beside her reading the article on screen from over her shoulder. His eyes flashed cautiously from the tablet to yours before looking away entirely. Unable to help your curiosity you joined them, clutching your Tupperware container of minestrone tightly as you peered at the screen. 

“What are you reading?” You enquired, leaning over. 

“Oh, nothing.” Seo-yeon’s reply was swifter than her awkward movement and you caught a glimpse of the headline before she had time to turn off the screen. Your felt your stomach curl in a knot as you straightened up, trying to hide your emotions.Your colleague, realising her mistake and that you had seen the article, looked at you with a mixture of guilt and pity as you walked calmly over to the microwave. 

You tried to smile as you slipped the container onto the glass stand and started the timer, facing away from your colleagues. “Minestrone for lunch...” You called, as cheerfully as you could manage despite the loud pounding in your ears as your heart sped up unpleasantly. It felt as though every pair of eyes in the room were burning into the back of your cardigan as you watched the timer count down to 0. 

They all knew about you and Hoseok. How couldn’t they? He picked you up from work in his green car whenever he could and would often get out to say hello or wave politely to the other teachers as they streamed out of the building. Nevertheless, you cursed yourself for being so open with your colleagues about your relationship so soon. Everything had felt so wonderfully uncomplicated from the moment you met him in the park, just over a month before, that you had no reason to doubt his sincerity when he told you how much he liked you; how he had never felt so comfortable with anyone before and how he thought you were amazing. His adoration for you had never seemed anything but genuine and if you had initially had any suspicions about his motives, they had dissolved the moment he asked you to be his girlfriend, the day after meeting you.

You somehow managed to make it through the afternoon but refused to stay in the school building any later than you had to. Arriving home, the first thing you did after removing your cardigan was to find the article on your cell phone so you could read it for yourself. It didn’t take long the find; it was the second most popular story of the day on your news feed and your heart sank as you skimmed through the text and took in the accompanying photographs. Unable to stop yourself, you followed the link at the bottom of the page, claiming to have updates on the story, and added a little extra sprinkle of torture to your already stinging heart.

Hoseok had been confirmed to be dating his stylist. Her name and age appeared on the screen followed by a series of photographs, taken at long range, of them together in a car park outside the groups’ shared apartment complex. They were walking side by side through the empty lot, him smiling down at her and her body twisting to gaze up at him above her round framed glasses. The second article, titled ‘MORE EVIDENCE’ provided screenshots of her Instagram account which supposedly contained a series of hidden clues to their relationship. Your eyes scanned her covered body in the profile picture, petite and slender in all senses of the word except for her shapely hips and bust which seemed to strain against the confines of her long sweater. With a sinking heart, you suddenly became aware of your own figure, tall and shapeless in your light blue denim dress. 

You had never thought of yourself as sexy before you met Hoseok; you had stood heads above your peers by the time you were twelve and, while your mom reassured that you were probably going to be a late bloomer in the breast and hip department, it soon became apparent that the puberty gods had decided to bypass you almost entirely. Nevertheless, when Hoseok put his hands on you, your body seemed to come alive with desire, melting into his touch; your long limbs twisting and tangling with his own. His mouth and tongue caressed your small, bud-like breasts with so much lust you forgot ever feeling insecure about them, and your lanky, unshapely legs made it easier for him to switch positions, always eager to find new and exciting ways to make you reach your high. 

Whenever you came together, joined at the hip or mouth as you explored and discovered each other, you felt the same simple exhilaration you had felt as a child, visiting a new park or garden for the first time and uncovering all of its wonders. It was a sensation you hadn’t realised you had missed and, although you had been in a relationship once before, you had never experienced anything like this until Hoseok. Your job was satisfying and, all being told, you lived a good and fulfilling life but kissing him for the first time, in his apartment, had awakened and stirred that subconscious part you weren’t even aware you had been lacking. Perhaps that was why you had been so quick to let him have you completely. 

Lost in thought, you almost forgot the lasagne. Rushing to the oven, you grabbed a pair of grass-green oven mittens haphazardly and dropped the steaming bowl on the counter with a loud thud. The top layer was a little charred but, you thought, salvageable. Carefully, not wanting to push your luck, you dished the food onto two large plates and scooped a good helping of green salad onto each side. You closed the oven door and turned off the heat, watching the pillar of steam rise from the neat red and green bundle. You became lost once again in an uneasy jumble of thoughts and were only snapped back when the chime of the doorbell alerted you to the fact Hoseok had arrived. 

You blinked once, twice, turning your head to see his dark silhouette against the frosted glass. You began to leave the kitchen, meaning to let him in, before you found yourself turning on your heels and retreating. You pushed your palm against the black spring lid of the garbage can in the corner of the room and scooped the contents of both plates into the black bag. 

Opening the door moments later, you allowed Hoseok to side-step you into the hallway. His hair was red once more, as it had been the first time you spotted him in the park, and his accompanying grin was enough to make you feel dizzy and nauseous. 

“How was work?” He beamed as you closed the front door behind him. He was already walking into the adjoining living room, eyes darting across the unusually tidy dining table. “Where are your books?” He asked. 

“In the cabinet.” You answered automatically, not really hearing your words as you spoke. 

“Did you finish your marking already?” His voice inclined, curious. 

You nodded. Telling a lie, no matter how small, would usually leave you feeling guilty, but today you did not care. You joined him in the living room and found yourself sitting at the table in one of your mismatched wooden chairs, your head in your hands. Hoseok was busy telling you about his day as he strode around the room and it took him a moment to realise. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked, bounding to your side. You didn’t reply and he pressed on. “Did you make the dinner?” 

“Yes...”

He looked around at the empty table, confused. “Where is it?” 

“In the trash.” You said blankly. 

There was a pause as a playful and slightly bemused grin crept onto his lips. 

“What?” He let out a breathy grin as he stepped into the doorway of the kitchen and opened the lid of the garbage can. Not realising you had risen until you were standing beside him, you joined him in gazing down at the still steaming pile of vegetarian lasagne atop a mountain of used teabags, dishcloths and carrot peelings. Hoseok blinked before looking at you. 

“What’s going on?” His expression slowly changed from one of amusement to concern. “Did you burn it?” He finished, innocently. 

You shook your head, although that was also not entirely the truth. You noticed how his gaze stayed steadily fixed on yours. He was hiding his guilt well and it frustrated the hell out of you. Instead, your eyes moved upwards to his freshly dyed hair. 

“Did your stylist do that?” You asked, chest aching. 

It took him a moment to realise what you were referring to before his lips curled up into a bright grin. “Do you like it? Jungkook suggested I change it before the Osaka show next month.”

His expression, so passionate and vivid, hurt to look at in light of what you knew. You stepped past him, not able to stand it a moment longer and flicked on the electric kettle, grabbing a colourful enamel cup from the wooden tree on the counter. Needing to do something with your hands to keep them from shaking, you reached into the cupboard to grab a box of peppermint teabags. You couldn’t help but notice he had not answered your question, so you pressed on.

“How long did it take?”

“About two hours.” He paused. “Why?” For the first time in the conversation, you felt he was beginning to suspect that you knew. 

“You must know her pretty well.”

“Of course I do.” He said. Without looking at him, you tried to read into his voice. Was this an admission? The kettle turned itself off as it boiled and you picked it up to pour into the mug. Suddenly, your hand started to tremor, the stress of the day coming to a head. The water spilled over the side of the cabinet and burned your bare feet. You let out a cry as you dropped the plastic device, jumping back just in time to avoid more damage. You barely registered the movement as Hoseok rushed forwards to pull you away from the spreading pool of steaming water until you felt his arms around your shoulders, holding you against his chest. 

“Nana? What is it?” He asked. Even in bare feet, you were the same height as him and, when he took your cheeks gently in his palms, you couldn’t meet his eyes. Instead, you shook your head as a series of warm, stinging tears ran down your cheeks. 

“I knew this was all too good to be true.” You sobbed, your trembling hands finding his and lowering them to your sides, clutching them loosely. It hurt more this way, but there was a part of you which, even now, seemed unwilling to let him go. “I knew you were too kind and sweet and gentle to be real...and it turns out you are just like everybody else!” 

He seemed stunned at your words, his mouth parting to speak before he had formulated how to reply. You continued, unable to stop the words from streaming out now you had started. Feeling jealous of the woman in the photographs was something you could handle, but the humiliation of it all, of allowing someone to come into your life so easily after years of solitude and trusting him so explicitly with your heart and body was too much to bear. 

You let go of his fingers and clutched your mouth in dismay as your face crumpled. “God...I slept with you!” The realisation that you had practically thrown yourself at him the first time you met dawned on you and your cheeks burned. There had been several times since that first occasion, but the memory of him having you on his sofa, of him whining how tight you felt as you parted your legs and spread yourself for him, was suddenly the strongest. 

His eyebrows turned inwards as he gently clutched your shoulders steady once more and looked you full in the face. “What does that...” 

You interrupted, your tears finally drying on your cheeks. “And all this time, you were humiliating me behind my back...does she even know about me?”

Another pause. “Who?” 

“The stylist...whatshername...” You blurted. 

Hoseok took a moment to consider what you were saying before he shook his head. “Soo-yun?” 

You nodded and felt an unexpected wave of anger mix with your sorrow and embarrassment. He wasn’t taking you seriously. 

“You don’t believe that.” He said, the pitch of his voice raising once more, questioning rather than protesting. 

“I read an article...”

“Since when did you read gossip articles?” He asked, both bemused and baffled. You registered from his tone what he was getting at and your shoulders slumped a little as the first feelings of doubt began to creep in. Despite this, you persisted. The thought of him thinking you were too stupid to distinguish between fictional gossip and real reporting only added to your embarrassment. 

“It said you had confirmed a relationship with her.” You protested, a little weakly. 

He remained silent for a moment, his expression hard to read at first. 

“Nana...” He whispered. A moment of silence fell between you.

You realised he was looking at you with a mixture of empathy and understanding. He had been through this before, or something similar, growing so used to having lies written about him that he was blind to them and their effect on those around him. You clutched your face in your hands, your false accusation of his infidelity hanging agonisingly in the air between you. 

“Hoseok...” You finally murmured. “I...” You couldn’t finish. 

“It’s okay Nana.” He slowly pulled you back into him, silently cradling you. 

You let out a long, shuddery sigh. “I think I need a moment to myself...” You explained. While the reassurance of his arms around your shoulders told you that everything would be alright, for now you just needed an early night to reflect on what had happened. You slowly slipped from his embrace to look at him. His brown eyes were wide and expressive; Hoseok was truly an open book and needed you to be too, no matter how vulnerable it rendered you. If you couldn’t learn to trust him completely, you knew that ultimately this relationship would not work. 

He nodded and smiled gently. “Do you want me to come ‘round tomorrow?”

You nodded, holding his hand in yours as you led him through the living room and to the front door. “I think so.” 

He paused, hovering in the hallway. "Do you want me to cook next time?”

You grinned, despite yourself, remembering the mess in the garbage can. “That might be for the best. I’m not sure you’re ready to go vegetarian...”

Hoseok shrugged and leaned over to peck your cheek gently. “I might be. Make sure you eat something before you go to bed, okay?” 

You nodded as you let him out the apartment and into the cool dark of the evening. “I will.”

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[minhoslut]

♡ summary: Y/N is a fairy in a world of magic hating humans, who moves into a house with seven young men after being kicked out of her old dorm. She learns about all their secrets while hiding hers for as long as she can. Lots of parties, games, sex and maybe even love.

♡ pairing: ot7 x fem!reader, fem!reader x various idols

♡ chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | ? |

♡ series warnings: alcohol consumption, blood mention, drug use, mxm, fxf, threesome, foursome, orgy, swearing, anxiety, depression, past trauma, past abuse

♡ series genre: fluff, smut, slight angst

♡ series rating: R

♡ word count: 2043

♡ posted on: AO3

♡ chapter four: never have I ever...

When you reached the liquor store, you all exited the car and headed in. “I’ll gather the things the other boys want if you two want to find your own!” Namjoon suggested. Splitting up, you and Jimin wandered through the store. “What are you thinking of getting?” You asked him, looking at all the various bottles. “Mm, probably tequila, maybe some gin, beer… I’m a heavyweight so I usually drink a lot. Plus we all like to get blackout, so lots of liquor is a must.” You giggled and shook your head, “Makes sense I guess, I’m gunna get sourpuss and some raspberry vodka I think, maybe some growers… I’m a lightweight but I love to drink too.”

You both laughed and went on with your search, collecting bottles and finally heading up to the register. “Perfect timing!” Namjoon said smiling, his basket filled with beers, soju, vodka and rose. Once you had paid, you loaded them into the car and piled back in. Jimin connected his phone to the aux cord and turned the volume up. Up and Down by EXID blasted through the speakers and the three of you sang along as loud as you could. Your heart was full of laughter the whole ride home, these men were really becoming a great part of your life.

Back at the house, Jimin and Namjoon stacked the alcohol in the so called ‘buzz cupboard’ that held all of their other liquor as well. “I’m so glad you guys throw parties! I love to drink and dance!” You cheered from your seat at the island, a bright smile on your face. “That’s why we accepted your application, no one else seemed as interested in the parties!” Namjoon chuckled, closing the cabinet drawer and coming to lean on the island across from you. His eyes locked with your own and you could swear that they shimmered a beautiful deep violet. Shaking your head you hopped off the bar stool and slipped your shoes on, calling out, “I’m off on a walk be back sometime!” before heading for the woods surrounding the house.

The sun was peeking through the foliage as you walked, creating shadows that danced along the ground. You let your intuition guide you once again, just walking and walking, deeper into the woods. Eventually you reached a small clearing, covered with a beautiful green grass carpet. You slipped off your shoes and walked across the grass to the center, the ground was soft and cool under your feet.

The sun was shining onto you as you laid down, warming your skin and reminding you of your fairy home. It was times like this you would briefly wonder if you should have just stayed in your colony, safe in the arms of the trees, singing with the streams. The fact that your new home was close to nature would be comfort enough for now, but you never knew what you would choose in the future, though you would be on your own if you chose nature.

The idea of being alone was one of the few things you were terrified of, it was like a darkness that would consume you in an instant if you imagined it for more than a brief moment. Taking a few deep breaths you brought yourself back to the forest, the cool grass on your skin and the birds chirping in the trees. It was comforting here in the clearing, and you eventually drifted off.

~

When you awoke, the sun had begun to set and you scrambled to get up quickly, rushing through the trees back to the house. You hadn’t meant to spend so long there, especially not asleep, and you felt bad for just vanishing. The lights were on when you reached the old house, and you could hear laughter coming from the kitchen, making you smile to yourself. Walking up the deck stairs, you entered your home and slipped off your shoes.

“She returns!” Hoseok called from the table, making you rub your neck sheepishly. “Sorry, I fell asleep.” You explained quickly, taking a seat next to Yoongi. “In the woods?” Taehyung said, disbelief lacing his words, “Yeah in the woods, it’s nice!” You pouted at him and served some food for yourself. “I like the woods too, Y/N! It’s so peaceful there~” Hoseok chimed, giving you a smile. You nodded your agreement and started eating happily, listening to the guys talk about their days.

After dinner, you all moved into the living room as requested by Jimin, confusion on all of your faces. “Tada! Let’s do never have I ever! Every finger down you take a shot, and the first one with all their fingers down has to chug the rest of the vodka!” Jimin declared when he returned with several packs of beer and a huge bottle of vodka. “Sounds fun!” You smiled, settling the worries of the seven men around you. Everyone grabbed a drink and settled in comfortably, ready to begin the game. “So who is starting?” Jungkook questioned, leaning forward excitedly. “Jimin obviously, he started this!” Namjoon said decidedly, making all of you turn to Jimin.

“Alright, alright!” Jimin said, raising his hands in surrender, “Um, never have I ever passed out from drinking.” A collective groan came from the group as everyone but Yoongi and Jin put down a finger, “Ok! Let’s continue in the circle! ” Jin suggested smirking, and all eyes turned to Namjoon who was sat beside Jimin. “Never have I ever skipped my class 3 weeks in a row.” The three youngest boys protested at Namjoons words, but he just laughed at them, “I had to say something to get Jimin down!”

Yoongi went next with a simple, “Never have I ever almost drowned in the pool because I was drunk off my ass.” Making Jimin glare at him while everyone else was having a giggle fit. “Did he really?” You asked wiping tears from your eyes, “Yeah, it was the shallow end too, he was just sitting down!” Taehyung said when he caught his breath, “You all better watch out now, if that’s how we’re playing!” Jimin threatened, but he was just ignored as Jungkook began his turn.

“Never have I ever had a threesome~” He said slyly, making you, Namjoon, Jin and Yoongi put down a finger, you caught some of their eyes widen when you put your finger down but you just smiled and shook your head, the more the merrier in your mind. Hoseok, Jin and Yoongi only had one finger down, while you, Namjoon, Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook had two. Hoseok was up next, “Never have I ever made out with two people at the same time.” His comment had everyone putting another finger down, putting him in the lead.

You all crushed two beers before continuing the game, which made everyone tipsy, since you had each finished one already. Taehyung was up and he hummed for a moment before saying, “Never have I ever had sex on a balcony!” This time Hoseoks finger went down along with yours, Namjoons, Yoongis, Jungkooks and Jins, Taehyung laughed at the scowl Hoseok had sent his way when he asked the question. “Alright Jin you’re up~” You teased, putting a hand on Jins thigh and squeezing slightly.

He cleared his throat, a smirk on his lips as he announced, “Never have I ever cum on the couch.” This knocked down a finger on Jimin, Jungkook, Hoseok, Taehyung and Namjoon, leaving them blushing and you, Jin and Yoongi with tears of laughter in your eyes. “That was a low blow Jin, you better be ready!” Jungkook said shaking his head. You tapped your lips as you thought of a good question, smiling as you said “Never have I ever kissed anyone in this room.” Just like you had thought, your question made everyone lose a finger. “No fair Y/N~ Taehyung whined, but you just giggled at him.

By now a good amount of vodka was missing from the bottle and you were all sufficiently drunk, with the current stats being Jin, Yoongi and you with 3 down, Taehyung, Jimin, Hoseok and Jungkook with 4 down and Namjoon in last with 5 down.  The game continued for a while, words slurring more and more, while questions got extra sexual. You were basically fucking them with your eyes whenever you put down a finger, seeing as you had a pretty long sexual history and most things had you taking a shot. They seemed surprised by it, and you could tell they were trying to even the playing field by making specific digs at each other.

The game ended with Hoseok drinking the remainder of the vodka, though that ended up not being much, since a ‘shot’ had really evolved into giant sips straight from the bottle. Everyone was giggly and unstable as you all finally stood up from your circle, you stumbled and caught yourself against Jins chest so you wouldn’t fall. “Sorry handsome~” You slurred cutely before turning to face the group.

“Thanks for such a game so fun!” You managed to get out, though not in the right order. With a big two handed thrown kiss you clumsily skipped up the stairs and jumped into your bed, your body on fire and your mind a puddle. You had run away so you wouldn’t start begging for Jins cock in the middle of the living room, your drunk self tended to be even more bold and it wasn’t time for that, not yet.

~

You must have fallen asleep soon after, since next you knew the sun was in your room once more. Sitting up you surveyed the situation, clothes were strewn about the floor and you were only wearing panties, so you must have stripped before passing out. Last night had been the perfect way to find out what kind of boundaries there were for the party tonight, and you were extremely excited to test them out.

Slipping on a black robe and grabbing a high cut hot pink tube top bodysuit and some black sweatpants with a checkered stripe , you made your way to the bathroom to have a warm bath. As you filled the tub, you removed the robe and your panties, and organized your pampering items in the space surrounding the bath. Since you were aiming for some intimacy tonight, you were using all mango scented cleansers, and doing a full body spa.

You put on some relaxing music and sank into the tub, relishing in the warm water surrounding your body. Sighing happily, you began your routine, scrubbing yourself clean, exfoliating, shampoo, deep condition etc. When you got out of the bath, you applied a nourishing face mask before starting on toweling off and moisturizing your body. Finished with putting on lotion and getting dressed, you rinse away the mask and apply your face oil before collecting your belongings and heading back to your room to deposit them.

Feeling clean and satisfied, you went downstairs to make a fruit salad for breakfast, surprised to find all seven men scattered around the downstairs. “Good morning~” You sang when you came to the landing, skipping to the fridge and starting your prep. “Morning Y/N.” They all called from their various seats, “I’m making fruit salad, anyone want some?” A chorus of “yes” answered your question making you laugh as you pulled more fruit from the fridge.

Once the salad had been made up, you asked Seokjin to set the table while you moved the large bowl over. Eventually everyone was seated and had their own serving of fruit to eat, and  hopefully help clear any hangovers they had. “I had a lot of fun last night! I love party games like that!” You said in between scoops of fruit. “It was really interesting, you’re not easily embarrassed are you Y/N?” Yoongi said chuckling, and the other six nodded in agreement. “Nope! If i ever was I’d say something~ I’d much rather be comfortable and close with the people I live with, as long as they are ok with it, of course!” You smiled at them all, happy that they seemed to be starting to push their own worries about you away.

[taraaque]

I know I'm bad at drawing real people but i'm practicing :")) I really wanted to redraw my favorite namjin photo 💜💜

[ddaeng-181338]

My pretty babies 💕

[onzze]

A family