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borathae · 1 year

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“When Jungkook films you sucking his cock.”

Genre: Smut, married life!AU

Warnings: Dom!Jungkook, sub!Reader, filming of a sextape, she calls him Sir, he calls her babydoll & slut, fondling, nipple play, spit kink (he spits on her tongue & she swallows it), blowjob, she kneels as she blows him, face fucking with fingers & cock, deep throating, tongue spanking with cock, she massages his hole without slipping inside, handjob, dirty talk, praise, he gets all needy & whiney because of her, he keeps messing up the filming and whines about it eheheh, hair pulling, size kink, moneyshot (cumming on face), cum swallowing, also he makes her cum on his tongue as a reward, cuddly aftercare, they’re so in love!

Wordcount: 6.1k

a/n: this is a request from Kinktober22, which i couldn’t fit in anymore. it’s finally here! Enjoy besties istfg this couple will always hit just right 🧡

“Hey, sweetheart.”

You turn upon hearing your husband’s voice behind you. You are in the bedroom, folding laundry. Jungkook has been in his room up until now, but is now pointing your camcorder at you.

“Are you filming me?” you ask him.

“I am.”

“You are? Is there a reason for it?”

“No, just thought you looked beautiful right now”, he says and pans the camera up and down your body.

You are wearing an oversized t-shirt and some cotton shorts. A bandana holds your hair out of your face. It has small daisies on its fabric.

You smile, pulling a little pose for him.

“Well thank you”, you say and turn back to the laundry.

Jungkook zooms in just enough that you are filling two thirds of the frame. Then he pans the camera up and down, ending it on the back of your head.

“Baby, look here”, he says.

You turn.

“Kook”, you laugh, “what’s up with you? I’m trying to do laundry”, you chuckle.

Jungkook laughs, making the biggest heart eyes at his screen. Your smile looks so fucking beautiful on film.

“I just wanna capture you”, he whines, “I missed you like crazy. I gotta make sure you’re real.”

“You’re so silly”, you say and give the camera one last smile before turning back to the laundry (for real this time).

Jungkook closes the distance between you and him, keeping the camera focused on you. He flips the screen and then wraps his arm around you. You lift your head just in time to watch him lift the camera in front of you. The small screen shows that he is capturing both your faces. He is smiling, kissing your cheek before resting his chin on your shoulder and gazing at your face through the camera.

“Mhm Kook”, you say, leaning into him and giving him a smile, “you’re so cute.”

“No, you are”, he says, nuzzling his cheek against yours, “baby, I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

“Can I keep filming you?”

“Course you can”, you say and chuckle, “you’re so cute”, you add and then pay attention to folding your socks.

Jungkook steps back and keeps filming you, flipping the screen for it. He wants to capture every inch of you. The way you did the knot on your bandana, how your neck looks in the light, how your arms move as you fold the clothes, how your shirt sits on your torso and moves against your curves, your legs. Jungkook loves your legs, especially in shorts. And especially when you wear no socks and he can see your ankles. You have such pretty ankles. Jungkook captures them before moving up your body again. He has to make sure that he gets everything. He rounds you, now filming your face. You sneak a glance at him and smile to yourself.

“You’re actually still filming?”

“Yeah, I told you that I will.”

You chuckle, “okay then. I’m not stopping you.”

Jungkook thinks that you are the most beautiful woman on earth. He really does. And he won’t ever change his mind. This is a law of nature. The way you look on film however, proves to him that you can become even more beautiful. Jungkook is fucking obsessed. The light hits your features just right, your skin glows, your eyes are works of art and the way your lips look when you relax them makes Jungkook want to steal a kiss. Or maybe a dozen.

Jungkook reaches out and cups your cheek. You falter in your task of folding his tank top to instead lift your head and look at him. He runs his thumb over your lips. You smile, close your eyes halfway and lean into his hand.

“My beautiful”, he whispers and traces your cupid's bow.

You kiss his thumb, giving him a love drunk smile afterwards. Then you look back at the laundry and Jungkook continues filming you.

He won’t ever show people this film. Not because he doesn’t want people to know how beautiful you truly are, but because this feels too precious to him. The way he films you right now is how he sees you and it feels like a violation of you to show you off like that. You are too precious and wonderful to him. He would never boast with you like that, because it invalidates you. He will write a hundred love songs about you, draw a million pictures of you and tell everyone he meets how he is the luckiest man on earth, but this right here? This is just for you and him.

Jungkook breaks the camera away from your face and films his hand as it dances down your neck. His wedding ring glistens on his finger. Jungkook loves showing it off.

“Beautiful”, he speaks softly, “I married the most beautiful woman ever.”

His touch makes you tingle, the attention he gives you makes you feel like a goddess. You hope that he won’t stop filming for a long time. It feels so good to be so adored by him.

Jungkook’s right hand slips to your chest and lingers, now fondling with your breast most teasingly. He films it with his eyes lowered just slightly.

“Kook, behave”, you chuckle, swatting his hand away without actually making sure that he leaves. Quite frankly, this type of touch does other things to you. Exciting and addicting kinds of things like leaving a faint tingle in your tummy and the slightest bit of warmth between your legs. Knowing that he is capturing it on film, fortifies said feelings.

“I am behaving. This is me being a good boy”, he defends himself and rubs his fingers over your nipple until it hardens.

You squirm, swatting his hand away again (with minimal effort).

“Oh, you are very far from being a good boy”, you say in a chuckle.

He hums, pinching your nipple and eliciting a squeaked gasp from you at the same time. He smirks, filming how the fabric starts bulging where your nipples harden under your shirt. You may swat his hand away, but your body speaks the truth. He is messing with you in the best way possible. It makes him hard to think that he has your first reaction on film.

“Kook please…” you sigh, arching into him while your fingers try to tug his hand away.

“You’re so pretty. Your nipples are so hard, baby”, he teases and drags his fingers to your other side just to pinch your nipple.

“Kook”, you let out, tensing up. You can’t lie, there is way more than just a little bit of warmth between your legs by now and your tummy is tingling like crazy.

“Do you wanna play with me?” Jungkook coos and cups your tit just so he can jiggle it for the camera. He loves how it bounces in his hand and how you seem to breathe heavier because of it.

“Why did I not figure out what you actually wanted the moment I saw you with a camera?” you say.

“That wasn’t my plan, I swear”, he says and changes sides to give you equal attention, “just saw your tits and wanted to touch them.”

“Yeah?” you say and, because you know that this will ruin him, hook your fingers in your shirt just to tug it up your torso.

“Fuck, baby”, Jungkook gasps, scrambling to get it all on video.

You give him a good show, wiggling from side to side to move them around and even arching your back.

“Yes baby, fuck look at you. Your tits are fucking beautiful. Look at your nipples. God, baby I’m so hard”, Jungkook babbles.

“That’s all you’ll get”, you say and pull the shirt back down. You laugh at the grimace of distaste he sends you.

“Babe”, he whines, “don’t do that to me.”

You snicker, dismissing him with a shrug of your shoulders.

“It’s what you get for acting up.”

“I didn’t act up. Come on baby, show me more”, he begs, tugging at the sleeve of your shirt, “please? Do it for the camera?”

“No”, you laugh, turning your shoulder to him as you pretend to fold laundry again. You have long given up on it, all you are doing right now is play with him. It’s so hot when he begs for you and fights for your attention.

Jungkook steps closer and presses himself into you. The camera is forgotten for now, filming the windows as he holds it away from you accidentally. He wraps his arm around your waist and tugs you into him. His hardening cock rubs against your ass, his hand slips under your shirt and takes a hold of your tits instantly.

Jungkook purrs seductively and drags his tongue over the shell of your ear softly, “play with me.”

“Baby…” you sigh, rolling your hips back into him. It grinds your ass right against his cock, forcing it to grow even harder.

He moans deeply, pinching your nipple. It makes you grind against him a second time, forcing a small whimper out of him.

“Please, baby. Please?” he begs, “you wanna play with me?”

“Mhm maybe?” you force out, feeling breathless from his touches.

“That’s not enough. I need you to say it”, Jungkook says.

“To say what?”

“That you wanna play with me.”

You lean into him, rubbing your ass so aggressively against his cock that Jungkook curses behind you and his fingers squeeze your tit.

“I don’t gotta say it, you already know that I do.”

“Fuck baby”, he pulls his hand free and turns you in his arms.

His eyes are dark, a deep fire is burning inside them. You gulp hungrily, rubbing your legs together. You know that look. Jungkook is not here to get told what to do, tonight he is going to have the word. You can’t deny that this isn’t turning you on like crazy. You really craved that side of him.

He grabs a bundle of your hair at the back of your neck and tilts your head back.

“Ah”, you gasp, shivering in the burn.

“You are going to be my good, pretty girl tonight. Do we understand each other?”

“Yes Sir”, you choke out.

Jungkook smirks, twisting your hair.

“It’s so hot when you call me that. But also you know that you can stop at any time?”

“I know and I’ll let you know if I’m uncomfortable. Just”, you touch his hard pecs, “...be rough with me please.”

“Alright”, he smirks, “fuck babydoll, you’re making me the happiest man.”

His smile morphs into a dark frown. The kind that taunts you and makes you happy that you’re his’.

“Now get on your knees and start begging.”

You fall down with a moan, folding your hands on your lap whilst gazing up at him with big puppy eyes. Fuck. He looks so huge in this position, towering over you with his dark hair hanging into his eyes and his muscles flexing with every move he makes. He lifts the camera, capturing your willful submission.

“Look at you”, he rasps, “you look so sexy when you’re kneeling for me. Go on, show the camera how pretty you are.”

You make cute eyes at the camera, arching your back so your ass sticks out. Jungkook inhales shakily because of it.

“That’s it. Fuck, you’re beautiful”, he rasps, running his hand over your cheek, “you’re made for film, babydoll. I’m fucking obsessed.”

You rub your legs together, tilting your head back just slightly to give view to your vulnerable neck. You know that this drives him crazy.

“Please Sir, can I have your cock?” you plead.

Jungkook laughs in disbelief.

“Oh my god”, he gets out, “baby.”

Your stomach tingles. He’s so cute when he’s all desperate.

“Please Sir”, you pout cutely, “I’m gonna be such a good girl for you. Wanna suck your cock so bad.”

“You’re seriously so sexy, I can’t fucking breathe.”

“Please”, you beg, throwing a little tantrum by bouncing on nothing, “I wanna have your cock, Sir.”

Jungkook smirks and reaches down to brush his fingers over your lips. He presses hard, forcing two of his fingers into your mouth.

You whimper with your eyelids fluttering at the familiar feeling of his heavy fingers on your tongue and begin sucking passionately.

“That’s it, suck my fingers as if you mean it, babydoll", he encourages you, raising his head slightly to look down at you tauntingly, "you’re such a needy girl, begging for my cock like a slut. Now look at you. All silent for me. You’re such a good girl, babydoll."

You mewl and force his digits to go down your throat, gagging around them in an instant. You move off of them, but Jungkook forces you back on his fingers by moving closer. You gag and keen, eyes filling with tears.

“I told you to suck them off, didn’t you hear?” he spits with his brows furrowed.

You obey with your pussy throbbing and your stomach tightening in excitement. Fuck, his fingers are so long and girthy, it’s forcing your spit to run down your chin and soils your cheeks with your tears.

“That’s it, babydoll. Now you’re behaving. That’s how I like you”, Jungkook praises, flitting his eyes between your face and the camera screen. You look so pretty like this. Jungkook loves the angle of how he films you. You look so tiny and submissive. Your lips look so pretty all wrapped around his fingers. And your beautiful eyes are gazing at him with such love that his heart races unbearably. His cock throbs like crazy at the view of you, begging to get freed from his pants.

Jungkook listens to the desperate gurgling you do, pulling his fingers free. You cough and moan, grasping your own throat as you stare up at him with your chest heaving up and down quickly.

“Good?” he makes sure.

You nod your head vigorously, whimpering needily.

Reassured by your words, he gives you a smile and traces your glistening lips.

“You’re so messy. Look at that”, he taunts.

“I love Sir’s fingers”, you say cutely, “love sucking them and have them stuff my little holes.”

“Baby”, Jungkook hisses the word, gawking at you with big eyes. Cute.

You give him big, innocent eyes, tilting your head to the side.

“Does Sir not like it when I talk like this?” you ask and pout.

“You’re too hot, fuck”, Jungkook murmurs and lifts his hand just to lick his slickened up fingers to taste you. He growls throatily, giving you a playful cock of his eyebrows.

You tremble at the sight, your tongue itches for another taste of him.

“Let me taste your spit, Sir.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen again because you never made such a request before. He squeaks and slips his fingers free.

“W-what?”

“Please feed me”, you plead, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out.

Jungkook blinks in confusion twice then his eyes darken in arousal. He grabs your chin and leans down with a taunting smirk on his lips.

“You’re hungry for a taste?” he rasps.

You nod your head vigorously.

“Hah”, he scoffs and collects spit in his mouth. You watch his lips hungrily, moaning when you can finally watch the spit trickle down. The first drop is hot on your tongue, making you flinch.

Fuck. Your eyelids flutter, your chest vibrates in a moan. Your pussy is dripping wet. This is the nastiest and hottest shit Jungkook ever did to you.

The last drop lands on your tongue, leaving you to ache for more. But it doesn’t come. Jungkook straightens up again. He inspects his artwork for a few moments, smirking to himself. It looks magnificent on film.

“Swallow”, he orders darkly and you obey happily, swallowing every last drop of his taste.

You groan, feeling it run down your throat. It’s better than anything.

“Thank you, Sir”, you moan.

Jungkook smiles and drags his thumb over your lips.

“I didn’t even know that you’re into me spitting at you.”

“I didn’t know either, but I’m in a mood tonight.”

He laughs.

“I like that mood, it’s sexy”, he smiles.

You giggle, leaning into his touch.

“Koo, I’m having so much fun”, you say.

“Yeah? I’m having so much fun too”, he says and gives you one last touch to your face. Then he lifts his hand to the camcorder, holding it to make sure he films you perfectly. “Beautiful. You’re so beautiful”, he murmurs, panning the camera onto your face.

Encouraged by his attention, you slip your hands to his pants. You hook your fingers in the hem of them and gaze up at him.

“Can I take out your cock, Sir?” you ask.

“Go ahead baby. I’m not stopping you”, Jungkook rasps, staring at the camera screen obsessively. He needs to make sure that he captures every second of it.

You tug his shorts down, letting them pool by his feet. Next, you run your hands up the inside of his legs, forcing goosebumps to the surface of his soft skin. Jungkook feels his breathing speed up at the thought of what was to come. He loves it when you suck his cock. You are so talented at it.

You stop once you are at his hips, placing your hands on them safely. Your eyes flit up.

“Your bulge looks so big, Sir”, you say, making big puppy eyes at him, “my mouth is watering so much.”

“Take my cock out”, he orders breathily, forcing down the please wanting to escape as well. He is so desperate for your mouth.

“Mhm Sir, you’re so sexy”, you coo and look at his cock. You lean in just to connect your tongue with his clothed bulge.

“Fuck”, Jungkook lets out in a surprised hiss, tensing his thighs. You are dragging your tongue over his outline and it feels so hot on his cock that he wants to press out yet another please.

You end it with a flick of your tongue and a soft moan. His essence sticks to your tongue. He tastes so good. Oh, how you want more of him.

“I want your cock so bad”, you murmur more to yourself than to him and with a skilful movement of your hands, tug down his briefs. His cock springs free and hits his tummy, throbbing in relief now that it is finally free. It looks so huge in this position. You can’t wait to get it inside your mouth.

“Fuck baby, look at my cock”, Jungkook rasps, filming it, “he’s so hard for you.”

“I wanna have him in my mouth so bad”, you whine, placing his briefs and pants aside now that Jungkook stepped out of them. They are forgotten instantly.

With shaking fingers, you feel up his sculpted thighs, slowing down once you are close to his cock. One hand slips to his hips while the other takes a hold of the base of his pretty cock. Jungkook holds his breath in anticipation, gripping the camera so tightly the pads of his fingers turn pale.

You look up at him and stick your tongue out. You are impatient, aching for his cock, but you know better than to rush it. Jungkook wants to film you sucking his cock? Fine by you, but you will make sure that he is breathless in desperation once you are done with him.

You tighten your fingers around his cock and use the leverage you have on him to spank your tongue with his cock. Hard enough that Jungkook’s thighs flinch with each impact.

You do it four times and then you take a break, hovering your lips close to his cock without ever touching him.

Jungkook bucks his hips, forcing you to move back.

“Baby”, he gets out.

You look at him, “what?” you ask innocently.

“Don’t make me wait.”

“I’m not”, you say, fluttering your lashes, “I love your cock so much, Sir.”

You move your lips closer, darting your tongue out and ghosting it over his tip without ever touching it.

“___”, Jungkook says and takes a bundle of your hair even of that messes up your bandana, “don’t tease”, he orders, pushing you closer.

You giggle, letting his cock brush against your lips. You don’t open your mouth, forcing him to poke and poke and poke you without ever getting what he truly craves. Your warm mouth.

“Baby. Please.”

There it is. Your favourite word. You feel your stomach churn in pleasure and your pussy throb in desperation. Now you have him desperate. Exactly how you like him.

“I’m sorry Sir, I just really like teasing you”, you say and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out.

Jungkook takes the opportunity instantly, sliding his cock inside with his fingers in your hair. He throbs instantly, spilling excitement on your tongue. It tastes just like him, making you moan around him because you’re fucking obsessed with his taste.

“There we go, holy fuck baby that’s amazing”, he lulls, “take me inside, that’s my girl.”

He hits the back of your throat, making you gag. Startled by it, he pulls back a little, releasing your hair to instead caress your cheek.

“You’re doing so well”, he praises.

You mewl his name as best as possible and begin chasing him. You didn’t mind that you gagged. You actually really liked it. Gagging around Jungkook’s cock is so fucking hot to you. Your hand squeezes his hip and your fingers glide over the inches you can’t take in, all while you are moving your head up and down his addicting cock.

“Baby, oh god”, Jungkook lets out and scrambles to take a hold of the camera. He has to grip it with both hands or else he would shake way too much, “oh god, baby. You feel so good. You’re doing that so fucking well.”

Encouraged by his praise, you let his cock glide out of your mouth just so you can take him inside again. Quick and without warning. He hits the back of your throat and glides down. Your lips touch your fingers. His legs wobble like crazy.

“Baby”, he lets out, almost dropping the camera, “baby please don’t do that.”

“Why?” you ask him, rubbing your lips all over his cockhead afterwards.

“Because…because I can’t film like that”, his voice sounded strained from pleasure.

“But I love Sir’s cock so much”, you coo and take him back inside. You let him glide to the back of your throat and moan, sending vibrations through his cock.

Jungkook groans, parting his lips and never closing them again. He is so pretty like this.

With your eyes gazing up at him, you begin moving around his cock again. You keep your tongue pressed to the underside of it, moaning deliciously each time he hits the back of your throat. You love this so much. You especially love how utterly dumb he gets. You can watch it happening. His every thought disappears from behind his eyes and his face falls in pure bliss. How he still manages to keep the camera pointed at you, is a mystery to you. You make it your new goal to force him to mess up.

You slip your unoccupied hand between his legs and probe at his hole. He stumbles and shakes the camera.

“Okay babe”, he laughs, taking a hold of your arm, “let’s not do that.”

You slip off, but keep your finger pressed to his rim, “why? Is it hard to film like this?”

He furrows his brows, “you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

You giggle, giving him a cute flutter of your lashes, “no? I just love pleasing you, Sir”, you say and add more pressure to your massage.

Jungkook moans, clenching his hole desperately while his cock twitches in front of your face.

“I love making you feel good, Sir. Love it so, so much”, you coo in a cute voice and open your mouth widely just so you can take him back inside. You even tilt your head back, allowing your throat to open up for him. It feels intense to have him glide down your throat and fill you out. It makes your eyes water and for your tummy to tense up in excited nervousness and you want more. You push past the moment of tears and take him inside until his soft pubes tickle the tip of your nose. All while your fingers put pressure on his hole to the point where he feels like bursting.

“Baby please”, Jungkook chokes out and drops the hand in which he holds the camera, “no babe look, I messed up because of, of……you”, the last words leaves him as a breathy, small sigh. You just moaned around his cock, timing it with your left hand squeezing his balls and your right drawing circles on his needy hole.

Jungkook tries to fix the camera angle again, biting down on his lower lip and whimpering in a high pitched voice. He even furrows his brows, looking beyond adorable doing so. It’s so cute how hard he tries to concentrate when you are so hellbent on ruining him.

This is perfect. Now you have him attempting to film you again, which means you can begin moving around him. You know that this will mess him up again. Especially because you keep moaning around him.

“___ please”, Jungkook takes hold of your hair again, slowing down your movements with a harsh tug, “I gotta concentrate.”

You slip off, even remove your hands from his body. Jungkook curses under his breath because of it, aching for your touch.

“You are so unfair, Sir”, you whine, wiggling your shoulders in a small tantrum, “I wanna suck your cock, but your stupid movie is more important to you.”

“What’s gotten into you?” Jungkook asks, “why are you acting like this?”

“Acting like what?” you say and pout.

Jungkook wipes it away with his thumb running over your lips.

“Like such a needy slut”, he rasps, sending heat to your pussy.

“Because I am”, you say, arching your back so your butt sticks out, “I’m Sir’s cock slut.”

“What the hell? Why are you so good at that?”

“Good at what?”

“Just…the way you talk.”

You chuckle, “you think that you’re the only one who can act like a slut? Sweetheart, you married me.”

“Yeah, I figured that out by now”, he laughs breathily, “I’m so fucking lucky.”

“You are”, you say and giggle, taking him back inside afterwards.

Jungkook grips the camera, letting out a little moan. His face morphs into the droopy, dumb look of pleasure from before, his eyelids flutter in bliss. You will never really know how good your mouth feels. How his brain turns off the second he is inside your warmth and how he grows oh so weak in the knees whenever you suck his tip.

To his dismay, you do exactly that. You jerk off his shaft, concentrating your attention to his tip as you suck on it vigorously. Your right hand slips back to his hole again, massaging it skilfully.

“Fuck”, Jungkook lets out and closes his eyes. Just for one second and then he remembers that he has to make sure the camera is fixed on your face, “you drive me insane. It’s so hard to film you.”

You smile around him, moving your head as you suck him.

“Wait”, he gets out and tugs on your hair. You slip off of him with a bop of your lips.

“What’s wrong?”

“Fuck wait”, he breathes and exhales shakily, letting out a groan.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay, Sir?” you ask, running your hand over his cock slowly.

“___”, he hisses, “give me a break oh my fuck.”

“Why?” you laugh, “close?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re cute.”

“And you’re playing a dangerous game.”

You smirk, squeezing around his cock as you massage his tip.

“Baby please”, he whines with wobbling knees. The camera doesn’t pick up anything right now as he is shaking way too much.

“I don’t want you to edge today, Sir. I want you to paint my face with your cum”, you say, listening to the loud mewl he lets out, “and cover my tongue with it”, you add, sticking your tongue out.

“Fuck”, Jungkook lets out, “fuck, baby, fuck”, he growls, swatting your hand away just so he can take over. He broadens his stance and begins jerking himself off roughly, “keep looking at me, you’re so fucking pretty. My pretty, little slut. I fucking love you”, he babbles, furrowing his brows.

You mewl for him, sliding your hands to his thighs to squeeze them. They are tensing, feeling oh so hard under your fingertips. His cock is leaking like crazy, looking so sexy between his tattooed fingers. You can’t wait to have him paint your face.

“I’m so fucking close”, he growls, “close your eyes, baby.”

You follow, arching your back just for his viewing pleasure. You slide your hands further up his thighs, letting them linger next to his cock.

“Fuck, my love”, he gets out, checking the camera one last time. It’d be a shame if he didn’t capture what he was going to do any second. Your face is on full display, looking oh so pretty like this “fuck. Now”, he gets out in a squeak and feels his orgasm hit him. The view was just too fucking hot. His milky cum shoots all over your face and tongue, covering you sinfully, “oh god baby, you’re so sexy. Holy fuck, look at you”, Jungkook moans with shaking legs. The view of you being marked like this and the knowledge that he is filming it makes him cum ever harder.

You are moaning like crazy, enjoying the creamy facial with a throbbing pussy. His cum is so hot as it hits your face. And it tastes so, so good as it covers your tongue. You love every second of it.

Jungkook finishes after eight aggressive tugs on his throbbing cock and a raspy moan of your name. He drops his slowly-softening dick and tangles his hand on your hair, tilting your head from side to side for the camera.

“My sexy cum slut”, he lulls, feeling oh so dizzy, “mhm baby, are you my cum slut?”

You nod your head, moaning needily.

“Of course you are. Go on, swallow me. Show the camera how much you love my cum”, he orders you.

You follow happily, swallowing every droplet of cum he left on your tongue. You lick your lips afterwards, cleaning off anything your tongue can reach.

“That’s my girl, so sexy. You’re so sexy like this”, he praises you and grips your chin gently, “say thank you.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re very welcome, babydoll”, he rasps, caressing your messy skin. He likes what he did. You look so beautiful with cum on your face, “now say goodbye to the camera.”

“Goodbye”, you say and giggle shyly.

“That’s my girl”, Jungkook says and turns off the camera. He lowers it and discards it on the bed afterwards. Then he falls to his knees before you, pulling you into a surprise kiss.

You whimper into it, falling into him as he pulls you close with his strong arms closing around you and his tattooed hand cradling the back of your head.

Jungkook releases your lips after biting down your lower lip softly. He lets it slip from between his teeth, poking your dirtied nose with his own.

“Thank you for this”, he whispers. There is no ounce of dominance in his voice right now, just love and adoration, “I know I kinda ambushed you right now.”

“No you didn’t. I really loved it”, you assure him.

“I loved it too. It was so fucking hard to hold the camera still.”

You giggle, “you’re welcome.”

“So mean”, he mumbles and pecks your nose, “keep your eyes closed, I’m getting a tissue.”

He returns with two tissues and cleans off your face gently. He makes sure that you are as clean as he can get you, ending it with a loving kiss to your forehead.

“You can open your eyes now.”

You meet his adoring gaze, feeling weak kneed because of it.

“Thank you”, you whisper.

“Of course, it’s the least I can do after nutting on you like that”, he says and grins boyishly.

“I really like it when you do.”

“I know. Me too”, he kisses your cheek, “do you want your reward now, baby?”

“My reward?”

“Mh-hm. I bet your pussy’s so wet, mhm?”

“Yeah”, you lower your eyes shyly.

“Yeah? Want me to clean you?”

You nod your head.

“That’s what I thought. Get on bed, baby.”

You follow instantly, taking off your shorts as you do. You lie down next to the fresh laundry, wiggling your butt to the edge of the bed and propping your feet up on the mattress.

“That’s my girl. So pretty”, he praises you and falls to his knees. He wraps his arms around your thighs and sinks into you, wasting no time in going slow. He knows that you are too needy for that. You did such a good job blowing him and Jungkook just wants to reward you. He also knows how incredibly needy you get from sucking his cock, which means he is also aware that all you really need right now is an orgasm. You already did enough riling up when you sucked him for the past twenty minutes.

You moan accordingly, closing your thighs around his head and reaching down to twist his hair. You know how needy giving him head gets you and yet you somehow always forget just how needy you get. His mouth feels so hot and wet around your clit that your toes curl even after nothing more than thirty seconds of contact.

“I’m really close”, you let him know and whimper desperately.

The submissiveness in your voice makes Jungkook growl into you. He opens his eyes, looking up at you with furrowed brows and blown-out pupils. You look so out of it. He's obsessed with that view. He puts more pressure into his licks and moans deeply. Your thighs squeeze his head. Jungkook spreads them apart with the help of his strong hands. It dimples your soft flesh and leaves spots of sensitivity behind.

“Sir”, you mewl, arching your back, “Koo Sir. Koo!”

Jungkook moans and it’s enough to break you. You sob his name, falling entirely limp from the intensity of your high. It is hot like fire, rendering your legs useless and soaking the rest of your body in unbearable warmth.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” you chant, feeling lightheaded and ruined.

Jungkook helps you ride out your high until you flinch away in overstimulation, giving him a hard tug on his hair.

“No more, please.”

“Good girl”, he praises, kissing your clit and then he already kisses a path up your clothed torso. He climbs on bed, keeping his knee between your legs and placing his hands on each side of your head. He kisses your neck. Once. Twice. Thrice. Then he lifts his head and gives you a smile, “how was that?”

“Good”, you get out and gulp audibly, rolling your head to the side in sync with your eyes rolling back and falling closed.

He chuckles, kissing your cheek, “you were so sensitive”, he teases, keeping close so he can inhale your scent. A hint of his cum still lingers in your smell. Jungkook likes it a lot.

“I couldn’t help it”, you whisper weakly, “sucking your cock makes me like that.”

“It’s cute, don’t apologise. Also means I can cuddle you sooner”, he says and picks you up to cradle you against his chest. He falls in a way that he knocks over your neatly done stack of clothes. It falls and tumbles to the floor.

“Oops”, Jungkook lets out, gawking at you with big eyes.

“Jungkook”, you whine, “I worked so hard on folding that.”

“I’m sorry, my dumb ass didn’t see it”, he apologises and grins boyishly, “I’ll refold it, promise.”

You nudge his chest, clicking your tongue, “obviously.”

He chuckles and pecks your lips, “I’m sowwy bwaby”, he coos cutely.

“Mhm yeah, yeah it’s forgiven”, you murmur, closing your eyes and cuddling into his chest, “wanna cuddle for now.”

“Yeah, that sounds like a good plan”, Jungkook snuggles into you, “love you baby”, he coos.

“I love you too, baby”, you tell him, smiling to yourself when you can hear him whisper a happy little “heck yeah.”

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jung-koook · 2 years

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when jungkook wore a bandana around his neck 🥺

bonus:

#jungkook #jeongguk #jeon jungkook #bts #bangtan #skygifs #he was wearing bandana around his neck for some days #and it was always the same bandana #and everyone was in therapy why he was wearing a bandana around his neck like that alsklask

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jungshookz · 3 years

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maybe, she can drive his car; mechanic!yoongi

➺ pairing; mechanic!yoongi x spoiledbrat!y/n

➺ genre; mechanic!yoongiverse!! sfw!! honk honk humour!! some suggestive behaviour because this is mechanic!yoongi and his y/n we're talking about!! the green-eyed monster inside of y/n is awoken after being dormant for so long and she's ready to bite some heads off

➺ wordcount; 11.6k

➺ summary; yoongi's ex is back in town for a visit and you'd be lying if you said you weren't slightly envious of a) how knowledgeable she is about stupid cars and b) how well she gets along with literally everyone.

➺ what to expect; "right, about that- i know i was supposed to come over for dinner tonight but- listen, i don't know what lisa did but obviously she's got a lot of connections now and the shop has literally never been this busy before... you understand, don't you?"

➺ currently spinning on the record player; mustang sally (originally by wilson pickett, covered by andrew strong)

(unfortunately i wasn’t able to track down the original maker of this gif but this is where i sourced it from! all credits go to the original creator of course :-))

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namjoon usually doesn't pay too much attention to you whenever you're hanging out at the workshop with everyone because of how often you're here, but there's something about the way you're acting today that even he has to admit is oddly very...

cute?

and it's not that you're not cute all the time (because you totally are!!) but it's just that the version of you today in particular is suddenly making him want to go off and find a y/n of his own

"whatcha doing?"

namjoon jolts in surprise when a grimy hand suddenly burrows itself into the warm bag of freshly-popped popcorn that he has cradled to his chest and he scowls before turning his body away slightly

"hey, you're contaminating the popcorn, man-" he huffs, quickly grabbing the mega-sized pack of hand wipes from the desk before plopping it down on the countertop for jungkook, "at least have the decency to wipe your hands before digging into my popcorn- also, i'm watching. duh."

"watching?" jungkook frowns as he sloppily wipes his hands on the front of his shirt, turning to look out the open door, "watching what?"

"yoongi and y/n." namjoon hums, popping a couple of kernels into his mouth with a crunch, "she's been following him around like a little duckling all day."

"mm." jungkook props an elbow up on the counter as he looks towards the two of you before clicking his tongue, "...he must've really given it to her good last night if she's acting like that-"

"okay, now you've ruined the moment-" namjoon frowns, his shoulders dropping slightly before he gestures to you guys, "it's sweet! this is obviously a wholesome thing-"

"call it what you want, but all i'm trying to say is that good sex makes you do crazy things-" jungkook snorts before aggressively shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth, "cravy phings."

"i'd like to argue that good sex forms a strong emotional bond which explains why there are cartoon hearts currently floating around y/n's head-" namjoon perks up when he notices the way your eyes light up at something yoongi says, "look at her! look at the way she's looking at him!"

"oh, please." jungkook tuts, "that dopey look on her face is telling me that the only thing on her mind is yoongi bending her over the hood of that car and just ramming-"

"namjoon and jungkook are arguing again." you point out, turning to look towards the office just in time to see namjoon throw a handful of popcorn at jungkook only for him to open his mouth and chomp wildly at the air to get some into his mouth

"jungkook probably said something stupid, as per usual." yoongi snorts, leaning over to lock the hood of the car into place before pulling away and taking a look at the situation, "now, let's see what we have going on here..."

when namjoon told him that this was a brake master cylinder repair he immediately felt all the excitement leave his body

he hates doing brake master cylinder repairs

all the parts are so small and the handiwork is super tedious anD the last time he did one of these he took like four hours to get it done

overall it's a pretty boring repair job and as much as he wants to pass it off to one of the others to do, he knows that he's the most skilled with the internal mechanics of a car compared to everyone else which he usually likes to brag about but today he wishes that that wasn't the case

"so what do you have to do?" you frown, stepping over so that you're standing by the side of the car and you're not in yoongi's way, "all the thingies look fine to me."

"well, i actually need to replace the brake master cylinder thingy." yoongi teases, smiling lightly as he points at some kind of container, "there's a leak in the seals, which is pretty common since they wear out after a few years. it should be an easy fix! it'll just take a while, that's all."

luckily, taehyung already took care of the messy part and emptied the fluid from the reservoir for him so now it's time to start the actual repair process

"so does beeper have one of these cylinders in him?" you ask, tilting your head in curiosity

you've never actually taken a look at beeper's under the hood situation before so you wouldn't know

(it feels like he's all naked and exposed whenever yoongi lifts his hood up and you just want to give beeper some privacy, that's all.)

"if beeper didn't have one of these cylinders in him, you wouldn't be able to brake, silly." yoongi snorts, reaching down to unclip the sensor from the reservoir, "see, when you push down on the brake, it pushes a piston through the cylinder and forces hydraulic fluid through the brake lines, which goes to the slave cylinders of each wheel, and then-" he pauses when he notices you've gone all quiet and he turns to see you staring directly at him with a dopey little smile on your face "-what? what'd i say?"

"i like it when you talk shop to me." you giggle quietly, "i mean, i don't understand 98% of the words that come out of your mouth when you do, but i still like it a lot-"

"yeah?" yoongi teases, taking a hand off the edge of the car so he can gesture for you to come closer (and you do, obviously), "you like it when i talk to you about... hm, i don't know..." he feigns cluelessness as he stands up to slink an arm around your waist and bring you towards him while your arms automatically hang loosely around his neck, "how the rubbing of the brake pad against the brake disc generates friction..." he lowers his voice as he sits lightly on the edge of the car and gives your hips a squeeze

"mm, tell me more..." you play along, letting yoongi pull you closer so that you're settled nicely in between his legs

"i don't know, maybe i should save all the good stuff for the bedroom..."

you resist the urge to immediately start whining when you lean in only for yoongi to dodge your kiss, "hey, i like you in these baggy overalls, by the way." he suddenly changes the subject and you feel your cheeks flush when both his hands slide in through the gaps until he's able to grip your bum, "big, big fan of them-"

"you- namjoon and jungkook are right there-" you gawk, "at least have the decency to turn me around so they don't see you fully groping me-"

"they can always just close their eyes or something-"

"okay, you two, break it up-!" you hear namjoon's claps echoing from the office as he tries to get your attention and you immediately turn to look at him with a grin, "god, it's like you sick freaks want to rub it in our faces-"

"okay, i have to get to work so why don't you go and hang out with namjoon in the office?" yoongi stands up, being careful not to hit the top of his head on the hood, "he'll let you play chess on the computer if you ask nicely."

"i thought i was helping you out today!" you frown, grabbing onto his hand before waving it back and forth, "you said i did a good job handing you the tools and stuff. i'm getting better at not mixing all the different types of screwdrivers up!"

yoongi can't help but laugh at how needy you're being and he reaches up with his free hand to adjust his bandana

"i know you wanna help, but i promise you there's nothing exciting about repairing a master cylinder." he hums, reaching up to pinch your cheek playfully, "plus, don't you still have a huge research paper to work on?"

"yeah, but i'd much rather hang out with you..." you pout, yoongi cooing before leaning in to give your pushed-out bottom lip a little kiss

"we can hang out when we're both done with work."

"okay..." you purse your lips before letting go of his hand, "it's your loss. i'm a fantastic helper."

"mhm, you certainly are-" yoongi spins you around before pushing his palm against your lower back to get you to move, "now go and bug namjoon!"

you turn back to glance at yoongi one last time and he sweeps his hands at you to tell you to gO

fine!

it was getting hot in the garage anyway and namjoon always has the aircon blasting in the office

"sorry! only sad, single people are allowed in this area-" namjoon jokes as soon as you step in, gesturing to the office space with a grin, "leave or i'll have security escort you out."

"oh, stop it." you giggle, folding your arms up on the counter and leaning forward, "i keep telling you i'd be more than happy to set you up with one of my friends!!"

"i know, and that's very nice of you to offer, but i just want to find someone organically, you know?" namjoon sighs, leaning back against his chair before looking up at the ceiling wistfully, "being set up with someone doesn't feel like a natural process."

"namjoon thinks he's the main character of a shitty netflix romantic comedy." jungkook mutters, the two of you exchanging low giggles with each other

"well, if no one comes into your life organically you can always let me know and i'll- woah-" you jump in surprise when the sound of a roaring engine suddenly shatters the peaceful atmosphere and you turn around just in time to see a sleek car veering into the shop

you wince and raise a hand to shield your eyes from the bright headlights and you don't get a chance to make the first comment because jungkook beats you to it

(for the record, you were going to talk about how dramatic of an entrance whatever that was)

"oh my god. that is the sexiest car i've ever seen in my entire life." he breathes out, stepping away from the counter so he can stand by the door and get a closer look, "a 1965 mustang. nice."

"fun fact: i was actually thinking about getting a vintage mustang! i wanted an olive green one because i could've named her 'olive' which is super cute-" you nod enthusiastically, looking back and forth between namjoon and jungkook only for them to.,., completely ignore you and continue staring at the glossy mustang sitting out front

"okay, you guys, it's just a car-" you roll your eyes and let out a little snort of disbelief, "this isn't going to change your life or anything-"

a high-heel clad foot steps out of the car and onto the pavement and you immediately recognize the classic red-bottom louboutins

you actually own a pair of them as well but you rarely wear them out because you're always paranoid that you're going to topple over and snap an ankle and that would be completely mortifying

they're six inches tall!!!!

for the record, they look very nice sitting (collecting dust) on your shelf but now you're starting to think that it might be a good idea to wear them out again because this stranger makes it look like walking in them is easy breezy beautiful

"holy shit. is that lisa?" namjoon murmurs, reaching up to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose, "oh, wow. she..."

"i don't remember her looking like that the last time we saw her." jungkook whistles lowly, "hello, miss manoban."

"lisa- who's lisa?" you frown, tilting your head in curiosity as you watch this mysterious lisa toss her oversized sunglasses into the front seat of the car before slamming the door shut

"uh, she's just one of yoongi's exes- she actually used to work here but-" namjoon reaches over the counter so he can nudge you aside gently to get a better look, "when did she get a vintage mustang?!"

lisa leans down to look at herself in the side mirror, smearing some red lipstick over her pillowy bottom lip before rubbing her lips together and nodding satisfactorily

"guess her car-wrapping business really took off." jungkook hums, his eyes glued to the car

she seems to be moving in slow motion as she takes her hair down and shakes her head back and forth, the three of you tilting your heads at the same time as you watch her in awe

"car-wrapping?" you ask curiously, "she must spend a fortune on wrapping paper and giant bows-"

"no, obviously it's not actual wrapping- like-" jungkook huffs and you resist the urge to bop him over the head at how snappy he's being with you when he already knows you're clueless when it comes to this kind of stuff, "okay, you know how you said that if you ever got a g-wagon for yourself one day that you wanted to make it baby blue just like beeper and also matte? lisa could do that for you."

"oh! in that case, it might be nice to get a business card from her or something-" you make a mental note before shaking your head and turning back around to face namjoon, "hey, so, super casual, can we round back to the whole 'yoongi's ex' thing real quickly because i-"

"yoohoo, boys!" lisa whistles, grinning excitedly when she's suddenly joined by everyone outside one by one, "what, no one thought to roll out the red carpet for me?"

"c'mon, namjoon! let's go say hi to lisa and her vintage 'stang!!" jungkook grins, gesturing for namjoon to hurry before he's darting out the door, "lisa, hey!"

"yeah, okay!!" namjoon gets up from his seat so quickly that he sends his chair rolling back and smacking against the file cabinets, "oh, y/n-! if anyone calls, just send them straight to voicemail-"

"but i-" you don't get a chance to say anything before namjoon's brushing past you and dashing out the door as well

you don't know too much about lisa but obviously she's a pretty big deal around here

it'd probably be good for you to go and introduce yourself instead of awkwardly hanging out in the office by yourself

"hello, lisa. it's very nice to meet you. firm handshake." you mutter to yourself as you step out of the office and head towards the bustling group of boys, "hey, lisa! so great to meet you. firm handshake. hi, girlie-! nope, don't like that one-"

"-in town for business so i thought it'd be nice to swing by and visit my boys." you manage to catch the end of lisa's sentences as you join the boys, trying not to make any sudden movements to catch her attention

"you should've texted one of us or something!" namjoon pulls his phone out of his back pocket, "we could've ordered a pizza for lunch-"

you reach over to give the back of yoongi's jumpsuit a little tug just to get his attention and he glances over his shoulder at you before offering you a teasing smile and reaching back to wiggle his fingers against your stomach

you giggle lightly before swatting his hand away and he turns back to look at lisa

"well, i wanted to surprise you guys!" lisa chirps, tucking her clutch underneath her armpit before clapping her hands together, "i see nothing's changed around here... except for..." you feel your heart drop when she suddenly leans over and looks directly at you, "hello! i don't think we've ever met."

"oh, shoot- sorry, i should've introduced you sooner-" yoongi steps aside so that he isn't blocking you, "lisa, this is y/n! y/n, this is lisa." he smiles, gesturing towards lisa, "my girlfriend." he pauses and quickly shakes his head at his little flub-up, "i mean- lisa, this is y/n, my girlfriend-"

"he's definitely gonna pay for that later." jimin mutters, jungkook snickering before nudging at his side to get him to shut up

"it's super nice to meet you, y/n!" lisa doesn't acknowledge yoongi's error and she steps forward to get closer to you

she's practically towering over you but it's really just because of the stilettos

she turns her head to look at the boys and a second of silence goes by before they realize what she's asking of them and they all scatter in different directions

you give yoongi a look that basically screams S.O.S. and you resist the urge to burst into tears when he gives you a cheery thumbs up in return and trots off to go and do something else

okay

you'll be fine

you have nothing to be nervous about!

this is just yoongi's very hot ex who looks like a million bucks while you'e currently dressed like a giant toddler

it doesn't help that you're wearing what's commonly known as a 'baby tee' under these overalls

"you- yeah, you too-" you chuckle uneasily, giving her a weak handshake before pulling away with a smile, "i'm sorry, i'm a little underdressed-" you pause to gesture to the grubby overalls you have on, "i promise i look better than this most of the time..."

"oh, don't be silly. i just grabbed the first outfit i saw out of my suitcase and threw it on-" she sighs, reaching up to pick some lint off her blazer that you're pretty sure you saw in the most recent YSL spring catalog (in fact, you're pretty sure it's on your to-buy list), "so, what do you do?"

"me? i- uh, well, nothing, at the moment- i'm still studying for my undergraduate degree, so..." you shrug sheepishly, reaching up to scratch the back of your neck

for some reason you can't seem to maintain eye contact with her for more than three seconds at a time

"oh! you're still in school?"

"yeah, i- well, i'm graduating this year, so i'm almost out of school if you think about it that way- but yes. yes, i... am currently a university student, so that's what i'm doing."

"mm, cute! what are you studying?"

"history! i'm a history major and a marine biology minor." you nod, "so... the cold war and... like, sharks. something like that."

"ah, very cool."

to be honest you're not entirely sure if lisa's being sincere or not but you'll take the compliment either way

you can tell she's trying to scope you out - which is fair, because this is the first time you two are meeting and you're currently involved with someone she used to be involved with

"i'm sorry. i'm probably, like, freaking you out right now, aren't i?" lisa snorts, reaching out and placing her hand on your forearm for a split second, "i promise i'm just genuinely curious and i'm not trying to, like, interrogate you or anything. it's super nice to meet you! and honestly- i love the overalls. the little knee patches are adorable."

"oh, thank you..." you smile nervously, reaching down to glance at the mismatched patches of fabric sewn onto the knees of your overalls, "yoongi actually sewed 'em on for me! i usually wear this whenever i'm here because i'm okay with getting it dirty- i, um, i like your blazer! and your heels. and your purse- a chanel clutch is a classic!"

"ooh, someone has an eye for fashion..." lisa winks, raising her clutch and waving it slightly, "maybe after i'm done talking business with yoongi we can talk about gucci's new multicolour line-"

"oh, i have so many thoughts on gucci's new multicolour line!" you gasp, suddenly reignited with a spurt of energy, "honestly the colour scheme is very stabilo highlighters to me but we can talk about it later- i'll just be hanging out in the office, so you can find me there whenever you're ready-"

"perfect!" lisa gives you a thumbs up before pointing over to where yoongi is, "if you'll excuse me, i have to go and talk about boring things with yoongi-"

"mhm!" you watch with a smile as lisa click-clacks off towards yoongi before you spin around on your heels, giving yourself a mental pat on the back for how well you handled that interaction

lisa's actually nicer than you thought she'd be!

obviously the saying don't judge a book by its cover is very applicable here

"so... what'd you think of lisa?" namjoon joins your side before nudging you gently, "she's nice, right?"

"i like her! she seems really cool." you nod enthusiastically, pausing to glance over your shoulder to look at her from behind, "i need to ask her for tips on walking in those louboutins and how not to fall over."

"you know, i must say i'm pleasantly surprised at how you're handling this." namjoon snorts, holding back for a second to let you into the office first before he steps in behind you, "colour me impressed!"

"thank you!" you reach over to pull the lollipop jar towards you before suddenly pausing and looking back over at namjoon with a frown, "hold on a sec, what's that supposed to mean?"

"hm? oh, it's nothing." namjoon scrunches his nose, dismissing you with a flick of his wrist as he takes his seat behind the counter, "i just know that if i was in your shoes and my significant other's very attractive and very successful ex came back i would be a little antsy about it-" namjoon glances up from the computer and his eyes widen in panic when he notices that your eyes have widened in panic, "i- i mean- not that you're not very attractive and very successful- what i'm trying to say is that you have nothing to worry- you and yoongi seem like a very stable couple so-"

"do you think maybe you could tell me a bit about yoongi and lisa?" you interrupt his spiral and you feel yourself starting to get a little fidgety, "because i- i actually don't know anything about that situation-"

namjoon has a point, now that you think about it

lisa is very successful and very attractive and can walk in high heels very elegantly

and what about you?

yesterday you submitted a paper one minute before the deadline because of how much procrastinating you had done

and you haven't worn heels in forever because they just hurt so much

but lisa wouldn't complain about her feet hurting in high heels

lisa could have a hundred blisters and still walk into the room with a beautiful, red-lipped smile

"has he never told you about her?" namjoon frowns, "i feel like every couple should at least have one conversation about their past relationships."

"i think he tried to one time, but i- i dunno, you can't blame me for not wanting to sit there and listen to yoongi talking about all the girls he's been with, so i just changed the subject..." you mutter, pushing the jar away from you after pulling a strawberry lollipop out, "kind of regretting that decision now."

it's not like you have a reason to be insecure or anything, right?

your relationship with yoongi is very solid and there are certainly no trust issues or communication issues or anything of the sort

...

but he is your first boyfriend...,., and this is your first serious relationship which means you've had no prior experiences to learn from which means you're just going with the flow most of the time.,., so is it possible that you're being a little naïve right now?

"still, i don't think me telling you all the details of their relationship is a good idea because i feel like this is a conversation you should be having with yoongi-" namjoon chuckles nervously, leaning back against his chair before tucking a pencil behind his ear, "sorry, kiddo. i'm not trying to stir the pot here."

"i- oh, c'mon, joon- what's it gonna take, huh?" you reach into the front pocket of your overalls before subtly flashing a folded up hundred dollar bill, pursing your lips slightly as your eyes flicker back and forth between namjoon and your chest-money, "hm??"

"first of all, it's very concerning to me that you stash loose cash in your pocket like that. second of all, are you really trying to bribe me into telling you about yoongi and lisa?" namjoon asks incredulously

"what?! no!" you scoff, tucking the bill back into your pocket before pausing and raising an eyebrow, "...is it working?"

"no! in fact, i find it offensive that you think i'd be so easily swayed-"

"the next time i bring sushi for lunch, i'll get you your own mango shrimp tempura roll." you offer, namjoon staring at you blankly before he suddenly springs into action

"so, they used to sleep together, obviously." he clears his throat, "when lisa started working here, i kind of expected her to get involved with one of us and unsurprisingly it was yoongi, because... well, it's yoongi- i'm pretty sure it was a friends with benefits kind of thing because i remember asking him about it and he said they didn't want to put a label on it? and then at one point jimin asked lisa about it because all of us were super curious and she called it a 'situationship'... which, personally, i think is a pretty cheesy label- i dunno, they'd go out to dinners sometimes and occasionally they'd come into work together in the morning because- well, you know- uh, they were in this 'situationship' for... maybe, like, eight months? and then lisa got an opportunity to work elsewhere and she took it and they decided to call it off and fast forward to now... here we are!" namjoon claps his hands together before pressing his palm over his heart, "and i promise you that's all the information i have- well, maybe this piece of information might be useful to you: they were, like, super horny for each other all the time. like, almost outrageously horny, which i think is one of the downfalls of the relationship because you can't base a solid relationship off of animalistic sex, right? ooh, there was one time i caught them in yoongi's office and lisa was-"

"okay, i think that's enough-!" you hold a hand out to shut namjoon up and he shrugs before leaning back against his chair, "more than enough, actually-"

you weren't expecting to learn about the raw, animalistic sex yoongi had with lisa, but then again, you weren't expecting to even meet lisa at all

oh, god

should you be nervous??

you shouldn't be nervous, right??

...yeah, you're being ridiculous!

yoongi has been with other girls before and that shouldn't bother you because you didn't exist then

this has nothing to do with you!

so what if he bent her over the office table and-

okay, maybe it's time to stop thinking about this because the point is: you're fine. don't worry. everything is normal. yoongi is your boyfriend. lisa is his ex. everything is great!

"by the way, i want you to know that you honestly have nothing to worry about." namjoon suddenly chimes in as if he can read your mind, "lisa was yoongi's past but you are his present and most likely his future as well, so- seriously, don't even worry about it."

"yeah, you're right. it'd be silly of me to be upset about yoongi being with someone else when i wasn't even in the picture yet." you snort, reaching up to smack your own forehead gently, "okay! i'm feeling a little better. it would've been nice to not be informed about how horny they were for each other, but thank you for that detail-"

"yo, where are the snap ring pliers from my toolbox?" you turn just in time to see yoongi pop his head in, "i can't find them anywhere... i swear to god, everyone keeps borrowing my tools and 'forgetting' to put them back-" he rolls his eyes before looking over at you with a smile, "hi, baby-"

"hi yoongi-" you giggle, all your doubts and insecurities immediately fluttering away

see? nothing to worry about!

phEw

it feels like a weight's been lifted off your shoulders

"i think hoseok might've been using them earlier this morning." namjoon hums, "what do you need them for?"

"oh, lisa offered to help me out with the master cylinder repair and she needs 'em." yoongi points back over his shoulder, "you know how great she is with her hands-"

"woah, i thought-" your voice cracks slightly and you clear your throat, "i thought, uh- you were working on it yourself? like, i thought you didn't need any help and that's why i'm in here-"

"oh, i don't, but- well, lisa's good with fine-tuning so i might as well take advantage of her expertise while she's here." yoongi snorts before looking back over at namjoon, "you said hoseok had them?"

"yep!"

you bite down on your tongue to keep yourself from commenting any further

it's fine!

as we've already established, you have nothing to worry about.

...right?

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"and... voilà!" you smile satisfactorily to yourself after you set the scented candle down on the coffee table

the living room is going to smell like warm brown sugar and cinnamon in a few minutes and you can't wait

this is yoongi's favourite candle so you hope he'll be excited about that when he gets here :'))

you've been preparing the apartment for his arrival and lighting the candle was one of the last things on your to-do list

you still have to order dinner for tonight and you've always been awful at making decisions so you figured it'd be best to let yoongi choose instead

you haven't seen him for about a week and a half because of finals (and, being perfectly honest, you were the one who implemented this distancing rule in the first place because you know you won't be able to focus on studying when yoongi's in the apartment with you) so you're pretty pumped for tonight!!

you hum to yourself as you click on yoongi's phone number in your contacts, flopping back on the couch with a fwump! while your legs swing lazily over the arm

"hello?"

the phone picks up after a couple of rings and it takes you a second to realize that the voice on the other end certainly does not belong to your boyfriend

"he-" you pause, pulling your phone away from your ear and frowning at the unfamiliar voice before bringing it back, "um, hello?"

"hi! who's this?"

"who's this?" you point to yourself before scoffing lightly, "what do you mean who- who's this?"

"oh- oh, y/n! hey, it's lisa!" lisa greets enthusiastically and you relax a little knowing that it's just lisa, "sorry, i didn't look at the contact name before picking up- what's up?"

"well, i-" you pause again to recollect your thoughts, "um, sorry, i guess i was just expecting yoongi to pick up his own phone so i'm a little lost right now-"

"oh my gosh, don't even worry about it! yoongi's hands are super gross right now so i offered to take his call for him which is why i picked up the phone. is there something you wanted me to pass along to him?"

"yeah, you could pass his phone right along to him-" you joke before reminding yourself to keep the unnecessary cattiness to a minimum, "yeah, um- can you ask him what time he's coming over? so that i know what time to order our food and stuff? i want the food to still be nice and hot by the time he gets here, so i just need a time from him, that's all-"

"yeah, about that... i actually don't think yoongi's going to make it for dinner."

"i-" you frown, pushing yourself up so that you're leaning back against an elbow, "what? why not?"

"the thing is, i hooked him up with a bunch of clients so the poor thing's been working like a dog all day and it looks like he's going to be stuck here for a while... if you're worried about him skipping dinner, i can totally go and get some food for him if you want! there's this sandwich place a block away and i know what he likes-"

your eyes widen slightly at how... happy? lisa sounds about the fact that yoongi potentially won't be joining you for dinner and you nod to yourself as you clench your jaw

"that's- that's very kind of you, lisa-" your voice is a little pitchier than usual at this point and you clear your throat obnoxiously, "i'm sorry, i just really have to talk to yoongi for a second so if you could just, like, hold the phone up to his ear that would be okay too-"

"okay! gimme a sec." there's a bit of shuffling on the other end and you press your lips together as you wait (im)patiently, "yoongs! it's y/n... dinner... hot food... her place... clients... pretty busy tonight..."

and she even has a nickname for him

that's just downright adorable, isn't it?

"god, just give him the damn phone." you mutter under your breath, raising your other hand to inspect your cuticles as you lie back down on the couch

you should probably schedule another manicure soon

"-it's okay, i can hold the phone myself- y/n?" you perk up when you hear yoongi on the other end and you can't help but kick your legs in excitement

you can't help it!!!

you haven't heard his voice in a whole week and a half!!!

"greetings, yoongs." you tease, "what time are you going to be here?" you bypass lisa's whole monologue about yoongi probably not being able to come over tonight in hopes that she'll be wrong about him ditching you to continue working, "i wanna order the food so it'll get here a little before you arrive. also, i haven't chosen what we're going to eat tonight so you're going to have to choose for us-"

"right, about that-" yoongi clears his throat, "i know i was supposed to come over for dinner tonight but- listen, i don't know what lisa did but obviously she's got a lot of connections now and the shop has literally never been this busy before..." he pauses and you hear the sound of loud clanging in the background, "you understand, don't you?"

it takes you a couple of seconds to process the fact that yoongi really won't be coming over tonight and you puff your cheeks out to keep yourself from immediately whining in protest

to say the least, you are.,.,,. very disappointed,.., but!! it won't be the end of the world, right?

you hate that lisa was right, but that's a conversation you can have with yourself another time

and if yoongi won't be here, that means you can hog all the garlic cheesy bread to yourself so maybe this is a blessing in disguise >:-)

"no, yeah, i- yeah, get it!" you nod, "i love that business is booming, i just don't love that you didn't text me or call me earlier to let me know you weren't going to come over tonight," you frown, turning your head to look at the flickering candle, "a heads up would've been nice, that's all..."

"i asked lisa to text you earlier when my hands were full... sorry, she must've forgot..."

"oh. yeah, i guess it could've slipped her mind." you respond dryly, "it would've taken, like, five seconds to text me-"

"okay, i-" you hear yoongi let out a small sigh before he speaks up again, "i'm sorry, baby, i really am- do you- i can come over now if you want me t-"

"no, it's okay! i'm sorry, i'm just-" you shake your head quickly before chuckling uneasily, "i just haven't seen you in a while so i miss you, that's all- but i'll let you get back to work now and i'll see you later?"

"yes! you are the best, you really are- look, i promise i'll be all yours as soon as i-"

"yoongi! these tires aren't going to change themselves, silly-"

"oh, c'mon-" you grumble, your teeth grinding slightly at the interruption of lisa's peppy voice in the background

"uh- yeah, in a sec-! i gotta go, doll- i'll call you later-"

"okay, b-" you don't get a chance to even say goodbye before the line goes dead and the only thing you can hear is an obnoxious beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep- "-ye."

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one of your goals for the new year was to try your best to not hold a grudge

admittedly, holding grudges is one of your specialties so it's been a little bit difficult but you think you've been doing an okay job so far!

like that time jungkook accidentally drowned you with dirty car water because he didn't see you and also he had headphones on so he couldn't hear you

you were ready to strangle him right then and there but you just took a deep breath and reminded yourself that *~deep-cleaning services exist~*

and sure, you were a little upset that yoongi couldn't make it for dinner the other night and that the two of you haven't really had a chance to have a moment alone because of how swamped he's been with work, but... well, the past is in the past and challenges like this are good for your personal growth!

plus, it's the start of a new week so you're just going to focus on the present

you try your best to keep your footsteps as quiet as possible as you approach a preoccupied yoongi from behind

he's currently sorting out all the things to do on his giant whiteboard (you bought this for the boys because you thought it'd be a good way to organize all their tasks and unsurprisingly, namjoon was the most excited about it)

"guess who?" you hold your hands over yoongi's eyes with a giddy smile and he immediately spins around to face you

"hey, what are you doing here?" yoongi asks, leaning down to give you a quick kiss before pulling away to check the time on his watch, "aren't you supposed to be in class right now?"

"my history seminar was cancelled because my professor had some kind of an emergency so i thought i'd come and have lunch with you guys!" you hum, reaching over to fix the thin silver chain hanging around yoongi's neck, "i was going to pick the food up before coming here but i didn't want to just choose for everyone so i thought it'd be better to get everyone's orders first-"

"oh, you don't have to do that, baby-" yoongi shakes his head, capping the marker and dropping it back into the wire holder, "lisa actually offered to treat us to lunch- apparently there's some bagel place that has, like, a hundred different fillings-"

"lisa's here?" you interrupt, suddenly straightening your back before looking around quickly, "i... was not aware that lisa was... still here! i thought she was only here for a little while-"

"mm, she ended up extending her stay! one of her clients pushed their appointment to thursday so she came over to help out for the day."

"oh, cool." you nod, pressing your lips together as you take a second to sort through your thoughts

your nose scrunches slightly as you weigh the pros and cons of saying what you're about to say to yoongi

...

it won't kill you to ask, right?

"hey, i don't wanna, um-" you pause, "you know, i don't wanna... be that girlfriend, but... do you think that there's a slight possibility that lisa might still have feelings for you?"

a moment of silence goes by before yoongi practically barks out a laugh of disbelief

"what? lisa? no, no- that- no, don't be ridiculous." he snorts, shaking his head before turning back around to face the whiteboard, "lisa most certainly does not still have feelings for me- and, by the way, she was the one who broke things off with me, so if anything, i should be the one who still has feelings for-" he stops himself midway and presses his lips together before turning to glance at you over his shoulder, "you know, i'm hearing the words coming out of my mouth and i... am going to shut up now."

"mm, good choice." you raise a brow before shrugging, "alright, well, i just- you know, it's a possibility but if you say that lisa doesn't still have feelings for you, then i believe you-"

"alright, boys! it's chow time!"

you turn your head to see lisa waltzing into the shop carrying two large paper bags and the rest of the boys immediately rush over to her like moths to a flame

she brought bagels for lunch?

you're not trying to be biased or anything sandwiches are easier to eat, in your personal opinion

you basically have to unhinge your jaw to get a good bite of a bagel

"y/n!" lisa looks more than surprised at your presence when you and yoongi walk over the join the group, "i wasn't aware you were going to be here today- yoongi told me that you had class so i-" she pauses to set the bags down on the table, "oh my goodness, i am so sorry but i really didn't know you'd be joining us for lunch... yoongi, you could've texted me or something-"

"she just got here!" yoongi shrugs as he takes a seat at the table, "don't pin this on me-"

"ah, i probably look like such a jerk right now..." lisa winces, scratching the back of her head before reaching down to grab a bagel out of one of the paper bags, "here! you can take my bagel-"

"no, no, it's alright!" you hold your hands out before shaking them, "don't be silly, you don't have to do that- it's very nice of you to offer but i- it's alright, you go ahead and enjoy yourself!"

"oh, stop- take the bagel, y/n." lisa scoffs playfully, practically shoving the bagel into your arms before rummaging through the bags again, "i'll just share a bagel with yoongi! you don't mind, right, yoongs?"

"yeah, i had a snack earlier so i'm not, like, starving or anything-" yoongi nods, "what kind of filling is it?"

"this one is..." lisa pauses to look at the sticker on the top, "smoked salmon and dill cream cheese with capers."

"yoongi doesn't like capers." you chime in, suddenly feeling the need to prove to everyone that you know your boyfriend very well, "i remember they were sprinkled in a salad one time and he said they were too salty-"

"eh, i'll survive. i can always just pick 'em out." yoongi shrugs nonchalantly and you can't help but purse your lips in mild frustration at his response

"'atta boy! luckily, they're already sliced in half otherwise we'd have to take turns taking bites which would be weird-"

"agreed." you mutter, peeling the label off your bagel and sticking it onto the side instead

"oh, lisa! i was wondering if maybe you could help me out with some custom headlights i'm working on?" hoseok perks up, "i'm having some trouble getting the halo lights to work and i need your magic hands-"

"mhm! i can definitely check them out after lunch-" lisa grins, taking a seat next to yoongi, "anyone need a napkin?"

"yes, please!"

"i need one too-"

"pass one over here-"

you know it's silly of you to be feeling jealous over this because god knows the only thing you know about cars is that key go in and car go vroom so obviously the boys would never ask you to help them out with anything like how they're asking lisa to help out

and you're trying very hard to noT throw a self-pity party but it's getting harder and harder to not to that

(and it certainly doesn't help that there aren't any more seats left at the table)

you just can't help but feel so!!!!! inferior!!!!! compared to lisa

she's so cool and pretty and witty and obviously very knowledgable about cars

and what are you bringing to the table??

ham and cheese sandwiches??? fancy sushi rolls????

obviously not anymore because they've been replaced by these stupid bagels

this is the first time you haven't been able to throw money at a problem and you're not,.., sure.,., how you feel about it,..,

"i, uh, have to work on a paper, so i think i'm going to go and eat this in the office if anyone wants to come with?" you clear your throat quietly as you start to back away from the table slowly, "...or i can just go fuck myself, which is fine too."

you're not entirely surprised when your comment isn't acknowledged by anyone and you nod to yourself before swiftly turning on your heel and trying your best not to storm towards the office

you force your fists to uncurl and your shoulders to relax slightly but you can't help but make a face when you hear the boys laughing obnoxiously at one of lisa's jokes

of course she has to be funny as well

because the woman literally has zero flaws

you've been trying to find a reason to hate her and so far you haven't found anything negative to say

hating someone for having perfectly styled hair is a little odd

the legs of the chair screech against the floor as you pull it out and plop down

whatever

you like eating alone anyway

you unwrap the parchment paper and pick up the bagel before taking an overly aggressive bite of it, your cheeks practically bursting from how much food is currently in your mouth

you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand as you chew, tossing the bagel back onto the wrapper with a thunk!

...

damnit!

this is the best goddamn bagel you've ever had in your entire life!!

"phtupid phriggin' bavhel." you grumble, reaching up to wipe the sauce off the corner of your mouth before swallowing roughly, "even the mayo is delicious! god, what is this? some kind of garlic mayo-"

"oh my god. i think she's finally lost it." you jolt upon hearing jungkook's voice and you turn to see him and jimin standing at the door

"what's your problem?" jimin asks, the two of them walking over to join you at your sad, lonely table

"what? nothing. i don't have a problem." you shake your head stubbornly, "i just- i just wanted to be alone, that doesn't mean something's wrong-"

"is that why you're in here basically yelling at a bagel?" jungkook points out as he pulls out a chair and sits on your right

"i'm- i'm just stressed about- my paper. or whatever. it's whatever, i'm fine-"

"you can talk to us, you know." you frown when jungkook suddenly reaches over and in an uncharacteristic move, places both hands over yours

"is it about lisa?" jimin asks, crinkling his nose as he sits down as well, "it's about lisa, isn't it?"

"no, it's not-" you press your lips together before letting out a light laugh, "you know, i don't even have a reason to be upset about lisa, right? she's super cool and very nice and knows a lot about cars and is yoongi's age and namjoon blessed me with the knowledge that she, apparently, was a very passionate lover- so i have nothing to be upset about!" you snap, slapping your palm down on the table before wincing and cradling your hand to your chest, "...everything is fine."

"i have to say, i really don't think jealousy is a good look on you." jungkook clicks his tongue before glancing down at your feet, "i also don't know if those shoes are a good look on you- jeez, it's like the people at gucci are just pulling design elements out of a hat-"

"you are not making me feel any better, jungkook- these shoes are new!"

"ooh, you should make him jealous!" jungkook suddenly lights up and the fluorescent light hanging above you guys flickers for a second

"we're going to have to round back to my shoes later because i really don't think they're that bad-"

"you should make him jealous and give him a taste of his own medicine..." jungkook trails off, ignoring your previous comments once again, "it's what you deserve."

"i'm not- i'm not doing that." you chuckle uneasily, "are you serious? this isn't high school and getting him back would just be petty of me-"

"but it'd feel so nice to be petty, don't you think?" jungkook encourages, scooting a little closer to you with a devilish grin, "think about it, y/n. don't you wanna see yoongi get all hot and possessive over you-"

"i don't think it's a good idea." jimin chimes in, shaking his head quickly as he moves in closer as well, "because if yoongi finds out you orchestrated something just to get him back, that might create an issue of trust in the relationship, and that would be very, very bad-"

"oh, but it feels so good to be bad..." jungkook coos, poking your arm with his pointer finger, "so, so good..."

"uh, i don't think so! i'd like to argue that it feels bad to be bad-"

"don't listen to jimin, he's a wuss-"

"don't listen to jungkook, he's an idiot-!"

"okay, cut it out!" you snap, shoving your hands into both their chests to keep them from coming any closer, "i... must admit, i do want to do something to piss yoongi off because of how much he's pissed me off, but... i'm not like that, you know? and i don't want to come off as some crazy girlfriend because-" you pause when you notice jungkook's finger creeping closer and closer to your bagel and you immediately deflate as soon as you realize what's going on here, "oh my god. you guys only came in here because you wanted to try my bagel, didn't you?"

jungkook and jimin exchange knowing glances before looking up at you sheepishly

"yeah, that makes more sense-" you snort, rolling your eyes before pushing the bagel away from you, "have at it, you animals."

you lean back against your chair, stroking your chin in thought as the sound of jungkook and jimin bickering over who gets the bigger half of the bagel starts to fade out

to be petty or not to be petty, that is the question...

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(spoiler alert: the answer to the previous question is to be petty. very, very petty.) »»————- 🛠️ ————-««

"namjoon! where did you put my keys??" yoongi calls out, yanking open another drawer to rifle through its contents, "i'm supposed to pick y/n up from campus and i can't find them anywhere... i don't want her to just stand there waiting for me..."

"looking for these?"

yoongi looks up to see lisa standing by the door with his keys in her hand before she tosses them to him

"yes! you're a lifesaver, thanks-" he catches them with one hand before stepping out from behind the counter, "i thought you were leaving today? we already said goodbye to you this morning-"

"yeah, i know-" lisa chuckles as she steps into the office, "it's just that... well, i was going to just leave but i actually had something i needed to talk to you about before i left. i felt it wouldn't be fair to either one of us if i didn't say anything."

"mm. what's up?" yoongi hums, sticking his hand into the lollipop jar to pull a cherry flavoured one out

he pulls another one out before tucking it into his pocket (one for you when he picks you up!)

"well, i guess i should just go ahead and say it- just gotta rip the bandaid off-" lisa straightens her blazer before clearing her throat, "yes."

"...yes?" yoongi frowns, unwrapping his lollipop before popping it into his mouth and scrunching up the wrapper, "i'm not following. yes to what?"

"oh, don't play dumb-" lisa snorts, flicking her wrist at him, "yes, as in: i would love to rekindle our friends with benefits situationship-"

"woah, what?!" yoongi immediately chokes and he yanks the lollipop out of his mouth before patting his chest roughly, "what are you- what the hell are you talking about??"

"what do you mean what the hell am i talking about??" lisa stares at him incredulously before shaking her head, "you're the one who's been giving me secret signals all week-"

"signals-" yoongi's gawks, "what signals??"

"you know, like, how you cancelled dinner plans with her so you could be with me..." lisa croons, taking a step closer towards him

"i cancelled dinner plans with y/n so i could be with twenty cars-" yoongi inches to the side so he can make a quick getaway to run behind the counter in case lisa pounces, "which, i'm realizing doesn't make me sound like the best boyfriend but- i most certainly didn't cancel just to spend private time with you, no offence-"

"what about when we shared a bagel and you didn't complain about the capers??" lisa snaps, lunging towards yoongi only for him to quickly spin out of the way and hurry to get behind the counter

"uh, we shared a bagel because i wasn't hungry for a full bagel and i thought you weren't either, and also-" yoongi grabs namjoon's wheely chair as a makeshift barrier between him and lisa, "i'm a grown man, i'm not going to throw a fit over some friggin' capers-"

"how about when i squeezed your arm and asked you if you'd been working out and you totally flexed your arm for me??" lisa grabs the arms of the chair before yanking and aggressively rolling it behind her, yoongi's eyes widening in panic at the sudden empty space in between the two of them

"i flexed it to prove to you that i have indeed been working out-!" yoongi hops up onto the counter as soon as lisa darts towards him and he hurries to jump off so he's on the other side of it, knocking the phone and namjoon's pen holder down onto the ground in the process, "friends can ask each other if they've been hitting the gym!! i squeeze namjoon's arms all the time because his biceps are literally boulders-"

"i just feel like we have unfinished business, you know?" lisa whines, pausing for a second before bringing a hand up to bite down on the tip of her pointer finger teasingly, "plus, you have to admit that our sex was super hot-"

"are you- hello, i'm dating y/n!" yoongi gasps, "our business is finished! we have no more- we're out of business, lisa!"

"oh, c'mon." lisa raises a brow, clearly unimpressed with his reaction, "it's not going to hurt anyone to keep me as your sexy little secret- it's perfect! i only come into town, like, once or twice a year, so she won't even suspect anythi-"

"what are you- are you insane?! i'm not going to cheat on y/n-" yoongi chokes before raising his hands in defence, "lisa, you're a very beautiful woman and we do have a history, but- look, i'm sorry if i sent you mixed signals this week, that was certainly not my intention- please understand that i am very much not trying to cheat on someone who i love very much and who i'm pretty sure loves me back, so-"

"then who's that person she's so obviously flirting with right now?" lisa points over his shoulder, "also, she's barely visited you this week. what kind of girlfriend doesn't want to always be with her boyfriend??"

"first of all, space can be healthy, and second of all, she- hold on, you said flirting?" yoongi turns to look over his shoulder and out the door, tilting his head slightly when he sees you standing at the front of the garage laughing with... someone he certainly doesn't recognize...

"you can leave all of this behind and come and work for me, yoongi-" yoongi jumps when he suddenly feels hands grasping at the collar of his jumpsuit and he turns back to see lisa standing right in front of him (how did she move so quickly and quietly?!), "we can be happy together, i swear-"

"yeah, cool, just give me a second-" yoongi gently yanks lisa's hands off of him before hurrying out of the office and making a beeline right for you and this mysterious stranger

"oop- okay, he's coming this way-" baekhyun mutters, glancing over your shoulder before looking back at you, "it's show time. you ready?" he hums, reaching over to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear

"what do you think? do we look convincing?" you reach down to unbutton another button on your blouse before adjusting the collar

it's taking everything within you noT to whip around to see if yoongi's just walking towards you or if he's storming towards you... because there's definitely a difference and you definitely want it to be the latter

the plan you came up with had a pretty simple formula: one handsome stranger + one flirty, oblivious y/n = one jealous yoongi

jungkook had a point about how nice it'd be to get yoongi all riled up and possessive and frankly you think you deserve it considering how dismissive he's been with you all week... which is why you were more than happy to recruit your very handsome friend baekhyun (he's very sweet / you met last semester in one of your history courses / he was more than willing to help out with your plan because he's a theatre major and this is good practice for him) to help you out with your plan!

"you're laughing like a robot." baekhyun lowers his voice, "i told you to act natural-"

"i'm being natural! ha, ha! ha! ha-ha. you're so funny, baek-" you giggle obnoxiously, reaching over to slap his chest gently, "you are absolutely the funniest person i've ever met-"

"y/n!" yoongi clears his throat loudly and you bite back a grin at the hint of annoyance you can detect in his voice, "i... thought i was picking you up from class today? i wasn't aware you hired a chauffeur!"

"oh, yoongi!" you spin around, feigning surprise as if you totally weren't expecting to see him at all, "oh, this is actually my friend- i know you've been busy so he offered to give me a ride!" you hum, stepping aside to let baekhyun step up onto the sidewalk, "baekhyun, this is yoongi-" you gesture to yoongi, "yoongi, this is baekhyun! ...my boyfriend."

you're hoping your accidental on-purpose flub-up triggers yoongi's memory of how he accidentally introduced lisa to you as his girlfriend and you're delighted to see the way yoongi's jaw drops slightly, "oh, my bad! i'm sorry, i don't know how that happened- what i meant to say was baekhyun, this is yoongi, my boyfriend. there we go."

"baekhyun..." yoongi repeats, his eyes narrowing slightly when baekhyun suddenly wraps an arm around your shoulder and gives you a squeeze "well, that's very nice of you to drive y/n all the way here. thanks for doing that, man."

"oh, it's no problem at all!" baekhyun hums, reaching over to pinch your cheek, "y/n's the sweetest and i didn't want to abandon her on campus-"

"okay, she wasn't abandoned, i was literally about to leave to pick her up-" yoongi points out, lifting his keys with a jingle before abruptly shoving them into his back pocket, "you know, y/n's never mentioned a baekhyun before. you two seem... close!"

"oh, baek and i go way back." you snort, digging your elbow into his side with a grin, "isn't that right, baek?"

baek

yoongi pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek at the fact that baekhyun still has his arm wrapped around your shoulder and you haven't made a move to shoVE it off

how can you not see that his intentions with you aren't just chummy??

he wouldn't have driven you all the way here if he didn't want to get his grubby hands under your skirt-

"we most certainly do! we made some great memories in that lecture hall- i have to say, i was, uh, pretty disappointed when i found out she was already in a relationship..." baekhyun sighs dramatically, shaking his head before looking back at you, "i would treat you right and never cancel dinner plans with you-"

"okay, i think it's time for you to go, bacon-" yoongi forces a smile on his face before reaching over to gently pull you towards him, "thank you for dropping my girlfriend off. have a good one."

"oh, no problem!" baekhyun points towards you, "hey, lemme know if you need a ride to campus on monday because i'd be happy to swing by your apartment and-"

"no, i can take her!" yoongi manoeuvres you so that you're standing behind him and basically blocked from baekhyun's sight, "i've got it from here, thanks."

"bye, baek!" you wave at baekhyun as gets into his car and he salutes at you before his right eye drops in a cheeky wink and it's at that point that yoongi really thinks he's about to lose it

what the hell was that?!

he spins around to face you as soon as baekhyun zooms off and you keep yourself from asking him why his ears have suddenly turned super red

"why are you wearing lowbuttons to class?" yoongi crosses his arms over his chest, "i thought you said you were going to use them as, like, apartment decoration."

"louboutins, yoongi." you correct, looking down at your slick stilettos, "and why can't i wear louboutins to class?"

"you wore them out to dinner one time and i ended up having to carry you back to the car because your feet were aching-" yoongi reminds you with a pointed tone, "are you telling me that you walked up and down and all around campus in those things?"

"maybe i did." you shrug, turning to stick your nose up in the air a little, "i can wear stilettos to class if i so please."

"and the miniskirt?"

"what, you don't like it?" you pout, reaching down to pick a piece of fluff off the surface, "it's new!"

it's a plain black skirt but it has a little slit on the side and you purposely bought this specific piece knowing that yoongi has expressed how much he likes you in black

"of course i like it, and obviously i'm a big fan of the heels but-" yoongi huffs, "all i'm saying is that it's a little odd- the timing is weird for your miniskirts and heels to make a sudden comeback now that you're all buddy-buddy with this backyawn-"

"it's baekhyun-"

"that's what i said!"

"you know, i don't know what you're implying here but i haven't done anything wrong-" you shrug, "are you feeling okay? maybe you need to take a nap-"

"stop being stubborn, y/n. just tell me what's going on!"

"nothing's going on!" you insist, raising your hands in defense before flicking a strand of hair over your shoulder, "everything is perfectly fine and nothing is-"

"are you leaving me for baekhyun?" yoongi interrupts, his eyes suddenly softening, "because if this is how you're telling me we're over, it's a pretty shitty-"

"what- what?? no!" you shake your head quickly, "no, of course i'm not- why would you even- okay, fine! fine, i-" you let out a breath and your shoulders drop a little, "it's just that... i don't know, it kind of feels like i've been fighting to get your attention for the whole week and i... i feel like i shouldn't have to do that as your girlfriend, you know? and i'm not... i guess i just felt like i wasn't stacking up to lisa and how cool and smart she is and- this whole week it's just felt like you're in a relationship with lisa and not me, so i... wanted to make you jealous to see if you still cared. or whatever."

"are you serious?" yoongi's eyes flutter shut and he reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration, "fuck, i'm sorry, ah- i'm sorry, y/n, i really am-" his brows knit together in remorse as he looks at you, "i think i just got swept up in all the new clients she was bringing in so i was focusing more on that than on noticing what was going on with you... i'm sorry. why didn't you just come and talk to me about it?"

"i didn't know how." you mutter, reaching up to scratch the side of your head, "i've never had to deal with something like this before, so... i know it was silly of me to come up with this whole thing-"

"you are my girlfriend, y/n." yoongi reminds you, his voice softening, "not lisa. it's you." he reaches over to hook a finger under your chin so he can get you to look at him, "i promise i only have eyes for you, pretty girl. you still love me?"

"god, yoongi-" you feel your cheeks flush at the nickname and you roll your eyes playfully before turning your head, "yeah. duh."

"oh, you silly thing..." he tuts, pulling you in for a hug and propping his chin up on the top of your head, "i'm sorry, baby. i really didn't mean to make you feel like that..." he pulls away and reaches down to glide his finger down the bridge of your nose before poking the tip, "i hope you can forgive me for being a shitty boyfriend."

"i'll forgive you if you forgive me for pretending to flirt with someone else." you smile sheepishly, yoongi grinning before nodding in agreement

"deal." he wraps an arm around your shoulder as the two of you head back towards the direction of the office, "so you really went through all that trouble just to make me a little jealous?" yoongi grins, "just for a little bit of attention? as if i'm not already all over you when we're alone-"

"well, it worked, didn't it?" you take your bottom lip in between your teeth as you squish your cheek against yoongi's shoulder and look up at him, "my acting skills are not half bad, if i do say so myself-"

"oh, shit, uh-" yoongi suddenly stops in his tracks when he sees lisa step out of the office and he spins around so that his back is facing her, "not to make you worry, but you should probably know that lisa's somehow convinced that i've been secretly flirting with her all week because i want to become friends with benefits again and she almost, like, body-slammed me in the office- also, if namjoon asks, tell him a raccoon snuck in and that's why his desk is a mess and his pens are all over the floor-"

"wait, what?!" your brows knit together and you're about to lean over to look at lisa but yoongi quickly reaches out and grabs onto your shoulders to keep you in place

"-yeah, so i'm going to lay you down on the hood of that car now because doing something extreme is probably the only thing that'll prove to her that she's wrong and i am very desperate to show her that she's wrong-"

"lay me down on the- and do what?! yoongi-!" you don't get much of a chance to say anything else before yoongi's suddenly bending down to pick you up off the ground in one swift movement, his fingers digging underneath your thighs as he lays you down on the hood of the nearest car, "yoongi-! you can't just-"

"shush!" yoongi hisses, pressing his lips against yours to shut you up promptly

"mmvph-"

it doesn't take you very long to melt into the kiss once you realize you haven't kissed yoongi like this in like a week and a half and you can't help but smile at the familiar faint taste of cherry you're getting from him

yoongi's warm hand slides down from your waist so he can hitch your left leg up against his hip, one of your heels slipping from your foot and clattering onto the floor

your senses are so clouded with yoongi cherry yoongi cherry that you nearly forget the two of you aren't alone (and also, all of this is definitely being recorded on the security cameras right now)

"hey, so- i- i'm gonna get going-" lisa announces loudly as she stands at a good distance away from the two of you, her eyes looking up towards the ceiling so that she doesn't have to watch the way yoongi's kissing down your neck, "i have to check out of my hotel, so-"

"yeah, sounds good!" yoongi pulls away for a second and shoots a quick thumbs up over his shoulder, "see you later, pal!"

"bye, lisa!" you chime in, giving her a wave even though she isn't looking at you and is really trying to double-time it to her car, "it was so nice meeting you!"

the two of you watch silently as lisa practically leaps into her mustang, the sound of the engine revving before she quickly speeds off like she just remembered she left the oven on at home

you turn your head to look up at yoongi before scoffing lightly, hooking a finger against his chain to pull him back down towards you, "you're ridiculous, you know that?"

"yeah, i know-" yoongi's nose crinkles before he offers you a boyish smirk and a half-hearted shrug, "you love it, though."

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youarejesting · 3 years

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Washout.8

Banners: @purpleskies1999 Pairings: Dolphintrainer!Taehyung x SharkDiver!Jin, Mer!Jimin x Reader, Scientist!Namjoon x MerKing!Jungkook, Mer!Yoongi x Mer!Hoseok. Rating: 16+ Genre: Mystery, Romance, Comedy, Drama, Fantasy, little bit of Action, Slice of life, Enemies2Lovers, Friends2lovers, Social media au, Fake Texts, Fake Subs.

Summary: Taehyung and his best friend Y/N are Dolphin trainers at Wash Out; Marine Wildlife and Theme Park. When the nerdy marine biologist and resident veterinarian Doctor Kim Namjoon goes missing; the two friends form a ragtag team with Taehyung’s rival Seokjin and a…. Fish?

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Taehyung finished up his work and headed to the shark tanks to speak with Seokjin. What he didn’t expect was him to step out of the locker room, his dry clothes sticking to his body and hair still dripping like he hadn’t tried to dry himself at all.

Taehyung went to wave weakly and was barged by a damp shoulder. The loss of Namjoon was truly taking a toll on Seokjin and the poor guy needed a break from work to actually grieve for his friend. He was bottling everything up and it wasn’t healthy.

Pushing on Taehyung thought perhaps it would be a good idea to check up on you and the fish-man. He wanted to make sure you were okay and not doing anything that could get you killed.

Taehyung arrived and waved at you and you waved back, he noticed the young merman look at his hand and shake it to himself. Taehyung waved to him with a soft smile and watched his hand lower to a fist and he swam away.

��Are you making fun of my new friend?” You square your shoulders, even though you weren’t as tall as Taehyung you were ready to fight to protect this new friendship. He found it admirable, you had always been like this. Any creatures who couldn’t speak for themselves always had you protecting them.

“How are things going with ol’ fish tail?” Taehyung laughed as he got closer leaning over you and watching the merman circle the tank craning his neck to keep you in his sights. He seemed to be monitoring the interactions between the two of you.

“Don’t call him that, it’s not his name!” You scolded, slapping his arm and the two of you were jokingly slapping each other and the merman swam closer looking down imposingly at Taehyung.

“He likes you, all the animals do, what is your secret?” Taehyung accused, poking you once more and sitting on your desk swinging his legs. “Has he tried anything?”

“Taehyung, get out and go home.” You pushed him off the table and he stumbled aside. “Oh but if you can swing by my house and grab me some clothes and things that would be lovely. I will give you my key and send you a list via text.”

“Get to bed early, don't let that fish keep you awake, with that six pack of his.” Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows at his suggestive comment and you frowned.

“I am more worried about Dolly going into labour at any minute and having to figure everything out by myself. I tried reading over Namjoon’s work, with him not here…” Your voice trailed off.

After consoling you and assuring you were the best choice after Namjoon and that he checked his watch. “I have to hurry if I am taking the bus.”

The bus arrived at your house after twenty minutes. Taehyung had been to your apartment multiple times. So it wasn’t a shock to him that you had almost no furniture. You were a minimalist. Preferring clean and clutter free. You had appliances sure, but no sofa, only bean bags, a small table with only two chairs. To any newcomers it looked almost like the place had been robbed or was frequented by squatters.

He packed a bunch of your swimsuits, giggling when he grabbed the more alluring styles. You would definitely win the fish over in these. He made sure to conveniently forget shirts and pack only the shortest of shorts. He wanted you to have more confidence in your body.

Packing your bag with a few random items, your favourite sketchbook, pencils and snacks, Taehyung headed back to the amusement park. He walked past the security guard smiling and commenting about the long evening ahead.

He weaved past park cleaners and more security on patrol and arrived at the old marine clinic warehouse and saw you dancing to some music while making some ramen. He placed the bag down and smiled, waving at the merman, placing the keys down on the desk silently before sneaking up on you.

It seemed like the fish didn’t like this. He was banging his fists on the glass which didn’t get your attention. Taehyung was able to poke your sides with a loud ‘Boo!’. You shrieked eyes filled with fear searching the surroundings for any sign of a threat. Until they landed on Taehyung where they narrowed and a pair of chopsticks collided and bounced off his head.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?” you shouted clutching your heart, Taehyung thought it was funny watching you jump.

“Go shower while your water boils, I know how to cook Ramen.” He gestured to the bag on the table and watched you rush off. Over your shoulder he saw Jimin glaring directly at him but softening his expression when you gave him a hand sign of five fingers. He gave back a thumbs up awkwardly watching you until your figure was no longer in sight.

Taehyung spoke to you through the shower roof vent, “This fish really likes you, you should try getting in the tank again. He hasn’t stopped glaring at me since you left.”

“He isn’t glaring he just has a strong gaze” You defended, “I heard Seokjin called the office and asked for some time off, you should go check on him, he seems to be bottling up his emotions over the loss of Namjoon.”

“Yeah he doesn’t look like he is doing well.” Taehyung breathed, nodding, “I will give him the Taehyung break up special.”

“Yeah but he doesn’t like chocolate but he loves chocolate flavoured things or and he loves strawberries but doesn’t like strawberry flavoured things.” You shouted making Taehyung halt in his steps, your house keys jingling in his hand. “What he told us at the company dinner,”

Taehyung looked thoughtful for a moment and nodded, rushing off to catch the last bus. It took longer to cross the town but soon enough he had arrived at the door of Seokjin’s home. Hands full of bags, snacks and a soft plushy. The only one left in the convenience store was a Alpaca wearing a red bandana around its neck.

He took a deep breath and raised his fist to knock.

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luxekook · 5 years

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chapter five.

⇥ pairing: ot7 x reader

⇥ genre: college au with fluff, smut & angst

⇥ summary: a series in which the reader meets (and falls for) seven members of the Beta Tau Sigma (BTS) fraternity

⇥ word count: 3.9k

⇥ warnings: 18+, cursing, general chaotic energy, poly relationships, switch!reader and sub!jk, nipple piercings, taehyung being a brat, mentions of violence, light construction site smut (hehe), annoying texts from seokjin

Chapter Five

Taehyung’s Room, BTS House - 11:57pm

“Well, shit, JK. Looks like the party started without us.”

An hour ago, I would have shoved Jimin off of me and shimmied out of Yoongi’s hold. But, now? I definitely am in too deep to back down from Taehyung.

“Hmm,” I make a show of pushing my hips slightly against Yoongi’s as I turn to face Taehyung and Jungkook more fully, “Yes, it did. And you know why? Because you weren’t invited.”

Yoongi chuckles into my neck as my words detonate and land on Taehyung, who gapes in disbelief. “Don’t piss her off, Tae," I feel Yoongi's grin against my neck before he places a quick kiss behind my ear.

“Yeah, Tae,” I taunt, “Don’t piss me off.”

“We leave for ten minutes. Ten! And she’s already got you like this?” Taehyung stomps over to his bed and sits in a huff, "Can I at least get a kiss, too?”

"Oh, I don't think so," I purr, "You see, only good boys get kisses." Turning to Jungkook, I smile wickedly when I'm met with the cutest wide-eyed stare complete with bottom lip sucked behind his two front teeth.

"Jungkookie," I shake Jimin and Yoongi off me and slowly turn to face the youngest, "Have you been a good boy?"

He nods frantically and gulps when my hand slips up his black t-shirt. "I'm so happy to hear that."

"D-do I get a kiss, noona?" He asks in the tiniest voice imaginable.

"Oh, this is ridiculous!" Kim Taehyung rages from his four-poster bed, "Jungkook was just thirsting over you in the hallway!"

"Shut the fuck up, Kim," Jungkook growls, muscles bunching under my touch. I bite back a grin over how the boy’s duality really jumps out when he’s provoked.

"Hmm, is that so, Kookie?" My hand glides into his hair at the nape of his neck to pull his gaze back to mine, "Tell me what you said, and I might still let you have a kiss."

"What?" Taehyung cries.

"At this rate, she's not going to touch Taehyungie for 84 years." I hear Hoseok say, snickering. Seokjin's squeaky laughter and Jimin's high-pitched giggles ensue. I’m also almost certain I hear Yoongi let out a low chuckle.

"Tell me," I order Jungkook, who immediately caves like a house of cards during an earthquake.

"I j-just said that you were cute-”

"Bullshit!"

Jungkook shoots a livid glare over my shoulder at the blue-haired boy, "And, I said that I wanted to p-play with your nipple piercings… That I bet they make you look even prettier, noona. I'm sorry."

"Oh, baby," I say, stroking his reddened cheeks, "You know what? I think I just might let you."

"Really?" Jungkook looks like his birthday had arrived early.

"Really!?" Taehyung sounds like his birthday had been cancelled indefinitely.

"Really," I confirm, whipping off my hoodie. The various curses and groans reach my ears as I toss the hoodie right at Taehyung's slack-jawed face.

"Fuck, baby,” Seokjin hisses a breath through his teeth, "You weren't wearing a bra this whole time?"

"Huh?" I glance down only to be greeted by my bare skin, "Oh, shit."

"You came here. To this house. Without a bra?" A commanding voice sounds from the doorway, "Oh, babygirl, that's a dangerous move."

I face Namjoon, with my hands on my hips, nipples shamelessly pointed straight at him, "Dangerous? For me or for you?"

He cracks a slow smile, "Both." God, he looks to die for tonight - black cargo-pants, tight black t-shirt, black boots. My eyes latch onto the silver chain clasped around his neck and wonder if he’d let me pull him closer with it.

An impatient hand tugs on mine. "N-noona, will you still let me touch you?" Jungkook diverts my attention from the depths of Namjoon's dark eyes.

"Of course, Kookie," I link my fingers through his and turn to address the problematic king on the bed, "Taehyung, move over."

A flicker of hope sparks in Tae’s eyes as he immediately shifts to make room. I make my way over to the bed, dragging Jungkook with me.

"Jungkook, sit with your back against the headboard," I turn to Taehyung, "You, no touching."

"But-!"

"You're lucky I'm even letting you stay," I shoot him a glance, inwardly cursing at how tempting he looks sprawled out and gazing hungrily at me. Why did he have to be so insufferable?

Shifting to look at the boy practically bouncing on the bed with anticipation, I smile, "Can I sit on your lap, Jungkook?”

"Fuck yes," he breathes out, tongue darting to wet his lower lip.

A completely diabolical and sadistic idea pops into my brain. I slowly walk to the foot of the bed. The room quiets as I lean forward and climb on the bed. On all fours, I slowly crawl towards Jungkook, holding eye-contact.

He swallows hard, eyes darting every so often to my chest. Finally, I settle onto his lap and smile victoriously at the thick bulge I feel there.

“So unfair," Jungkook sighs, tilting his head back with his eyes squeezed shut, "You make me so hard, (y/n)-noona.”

“Yeah, I noticed,” the corners of my mouth quirk into a small smile, “Now, do you want to play with me? Or should I ask someone else?"

Jungkook’s mouth latches onto my left nipple and sucks. His hand moves up my back and then eases around my body to cup my other breast in his hold. I jolt as he pinches my nipple without warning, a surge of pleasure swells from deep within me.

“Mmm, Jungkook,” I hum and grind my hips down onto his, craving more friction. His tongue swirls around my piercing, and my breath catches.

"Fuck," I hear one of the boys choke out.

My eyes shoot open in search of the source and widen once I find it. Namjoon’s head is thrown back as Jimin kisses and sucks on his neck. Namjoon’s eyes remain heatedly on me as he murmurs, “Such a good boy.” Jimin and I both shiver as Namjoon’s words drip like honey off his tongue.

“Now, Jiminie,” Namjoon latches a hand through Jimin’s pink hair and tugs him away from his neck. The younger boy pouts. Namjoon ignores him, continuing, “Why don’t we show (y/n) how Kook likes to be kissed?”

At the mention of his name, Jungkook ceases his worshipping and whines, “Hyung, that’s not fair!”

“Not fair?” Taehyung’s indignant cry is immediate, “You just had (y/n)’s nipple in your mouth, and you think this is unfair?” I look over at the irate boy, who looks thoroughly wrecked despite not having even been touched. His light blue hair is a mess, red bandana long since removed. One ring-adorned hand is pressed solidly over the bulge in his jeans. The other is thrashing wildly in the air as he articulates his point.

“Taehyung,” Namjoon growls, “Enough.”

Taehyung wisely shuts up.

A timid knock breaks the tense silence. “Hey, Pres?” A hesitant voice calls through the solid wood, “We have a situation downstairs.”

“God-fucking-damnit,” Namjoon curses and turns to me, "(y/n), baby, I have to go deal with this."

I shrug and reach for my discarded sweatshirt next to Taehyung, "I should get going anyway. My friends are probably waiting for me."

"But Noona!" Jungkook's grip tightens on my hips as I tug on my top, "When will we get to see you again?"

"Jungkook, honey, this campus is only so big. Besides, you all have my SnapChat." I cock my head, "How did you get that by the way?"

"Well, would you look at the time!" Jin lurches to his feet, "I need to go get ready for bed."

“Kim Seokjin, I swear to god," I shimmy off of a pouting Jungkook, "If you step one toe out that door, I will burn your plushie collection."

"Yah," he exclaims, "How do you know that I even have plushies?"

I shoot him a deadpan expression and point to one of the many pictures of Seokjin on Tae's walls. This particular Polaroid displays a sleeping Jin amongst a plethora of plushies that all seem to be the same alpaca of some sort.

"Taehyungie, you little shit!” Jin sprints to the photo and tears it from the wall. Shoving the picture in the culprit's face, Jin rants, "When did you take this? Why did you take this?"

"Last week," Tae answers and shrugs, looking thoroughly unapologetic, "I thought you looked cute."

Jin huffs, "Well, that's a given.” He turns to me, “Please leave my babies out of this.”

“Don't worry, big boy," I grin up at his handsome face, "I'll just think of something else… something much, much worse."

He purses his full lips in a mock-pout. I melt. "Aw, you're so cute." I reach up and squish his cheeks together.

"Don't fall for it, (y/n)!" Hoseok yells, spurring yet another argument amongst the boys.

“Honestly,” I shake my head in bewilderment, “How do y’all even successfully date?”

“I ask myself that every damn day,” Min Yoongi smiles up at me from the floor.

Before I can respond, another knock sounds at the door. “Come on, baby,” Namjoon reaches a hand out towards me, “I’ll walk you down.”

I accept his hand and stare as it completely envelops my own. Namjoon sees my attention and gives my hand a quick squeeze.

“Alright,” I call over my shoulder to the rest of the group, “I’ll see y’all around, I guess?”

I’m faced with six grown-ass babies with varying degrees of puppy-dog eyes.

“Remember to think about what we said, noona!” Jimin begs, “Consider going out with us, okay?”

“I’m not likely going to forget that seven dudes asked me to date them,” I smile wickedly, “That only happens to me occasionally.”

With that, I walk out the door with Namjoon and revel in the chaos I left behind me.

“Occasionally?” Hoseok cries.

“I’m going to do some recon. These rivals must be eliminated.” Yoongi seethes.

“Noona wouldn’t pick another group over us, right?” Jungkook pauses, “Oh my god, she would.”

Namjoon slams the door behind us and laughs, “You’re such an instigator.”

“You right,” I nod.

Namjoon and I trail down the hallway after the jittery pledge who had interrupted us. Descending the staircase, I survey the crowd below and fail to notice anything that would qualify as a ‘situation’.

Namjoon seems to agree. “Eric, if you dragged me down here for no reason, getting an infraction will be the least of your worries…”

Eric the pledge gulps, “Pres, I swear, they’re outside.” His gaze shifts to me for a split second before returning to Namjoon, “They said they aren’t leaving until they speak to one of you. Alone.”

I huff, “I can take a hint, Eric. This is obviously ‘frat business’ or whatever.” Namjoon hides a smile behind his hand at my use of air quotes, and I do not appreciate him finding my annoyance humorous. I shoot him a murderous stare before locating Luna and Jenni from across the room.

“Bye, Joon,” I salute him and turn to head towards my friends. I barely make it one step before his hand catches my wrist.

His mouth brushes my ear as he says softly, “I’ll see you tomorrow, baby.” He gives my hand a squeeze and then disappears into the crowd with Eric.

Goddamnit. I had forgotten about volunteering. These boys are slowly but surely infiltrating my life, and I’m not at all sure on how I feel about it. My feet drag across the room until I reach my friends.

“Ready to go?” Luna questions, linking her arm through mine.

“Ready to be interrogated?” Jenni smiles evilly, assessing the mess that I am.

“Yes and no,” I groan, pulling them both outside. Starting our trek home, I field questions from both my friends. Somewhere far behind us, a girl shrieks something about being lettered, and I thank the stars that someone else has drama besides me…

(Y/n) & Luna’s Apartment – 8:45am

The infuriating sound of my phone vibrating with a number of incoming texts jolts me awake. Who the fuck dares to wake me up before my alarm? I grab my phone from its resting position on my nearby nightstand and almost fall out of my bed in the process.

“I’ll kill him,” I mutter darkly as I read the name displayed across my screen. It radiates an offensive mix of terrible grammar and narcissism.

Worldwide Handsome 3 New Messages

“This better be fucking good.” My fingers angrily swipe at the notification, opening the messages. I knew exactly who these messages were from. When did that bastard even get to my phone and add his contact information? How did he bypass my password? What kind of sorcery?

Worldwide Handsome 8:45am: “You up, beautiful?” 8:45am: “We’re picking you up in 20!!” 8:46am: “Wear something cute!!!! ;)”

(Y/N) 8:46am: “…Did you say WE???” 8:46am: Also, when and how the fuckity fuck did you get into my phone?” 8:47am: “ACTUALLY, NO – HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET MY ADDRESS?”

Worldwide Handsome 8:47am: “A magician never reveals his secrets.”

(Y/N) 8:48am: “You are NOT a magician, you dweeb.”

Worldwide Handsome 8:48am: “Abracadabra, bish.”

(Y/N) 8:49am: “I can’t stand you.”

Worldwide Handsome 8:50am: “15 minutes!!!”

(Y/N) 8:50am: “15 minutes until I strangle you with my bare hands!!!”

Worldwide Handsome 8:53am: “Strangle? Sounds kinky… I’m into it.” 8:55am: “I’m bringing you coffee. What kind do you want?”

(Y/N) 8:55am: “Did I say strangle? I meant *hug you tightly and shower you with praise*!!!” 8:56am: “The largest size possible, please! Black.” 8:56am: “I’ll pay you back.”

Worldwide Handsome 8:56am: “That’s more like it!!” 8:56am: “And don’t even think about it… Papa Seokjin provides all.” 8:57am: “See you in 10.”

Egad! I spring out of bed and get dressed at the speed of light, grabbing the nearest t-shirt and pair of jeans. Shoving my feet into my trusty work-boots, I stumble into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth.

‘Man, I look rough today’ is the first thought that pops into my brain as I look in the mirror; but I quickly correct that bad thought with: ‘Bitch, you look fine. Stop hating.’

Ever since I learned about cognitive restructuring in my Behavioral Psychology class, I have been attempting to practice it in my own life. The process of challenging my negative thoughts has been so fucking hard, but it’s definitely helped my self-esteem and stress.

Throwing my hair into a messy bun, I hear my phone buzz. Shit, that must be Seokjin. Who even knew why that fucker had decided to come along to volunteering with Namjoon and me. I wasn’t going to turn down an extra set of hands though… For volunteering purposes, of course.

Six subsequent buzzes demand my attention.

Worldwide Handsome 9:08am: “We’re here.” 9:09am: “Get your sweet ass out here.” 9:09am: “You better not have fallen back asleep…” 9:09am: “Don’t make me come in there!” 9:10am: “If you aren’t down here in 30 seconds, I’m drinking your coffee.” 9:10am: “(Y/N).” 9:10am: “THAT’S IT. SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR COFFEE.”

That last text has my ass in high gear as I book it down the steps and out the front door. Barely remembering to lock it behind me, I come to an abrupt halt as I come face to face with an all-too-put-together-for-9am Seokjin.

He leans against Namjoon’s infuriatingly gorgeous black Tesla looking like he’s about to shoot a cover for Men’s Health – Construction Edition. My eyes narrow in on the large coffee cup in his hand and narrow further when he slowly brings it up to his full lips.

“I wouldn’t do that,” I warn.

He sips it.

“You’ve just declared war,” I announce and stride over to him. Attempting to pull the coffee out of his palm and failing, I decide to take drastic measures.

Slowly rising to my toes, I act as if I’m going to kiss his cheek; but at the last second, I turn and bite his earlobe.

“What the fuck!” Seokjin yells way too loudly for the peaceful early morning. Victoriously, I grab my coffee, back away from him, and take a giant sip.

Yes, that sweet, sweet caffeine…

Seokjin rubs his ear and laughs slightly, “Babe, you’re really fucking scary before coffee.”

I nod in affirmation.

“Come on,” he gestures to his car and opens the passenger door for me, “Namjoon will have my ass on a platter if I take too much of your attention, and I know you’ll be heartbroken by the loss of such perfection.”

“You’re insufferable,” I reply, fighting a smile and losing.

“I know,” he grins and leans over the open car-door between us to kiss me. “Morning,” he murmurs in greeting against my lips.

I smile and kiss him again in reply. And then I remember my coffee.

Seokjin pouts at the loss of my lips as I take a cherished sip of the best part of my morning.

As I slide into the front seat, I hear him muttering about how he never should have bought that coffee. Grinning to myself, I buckle my seatbelt and look around the Tesla. Namjoon smiles at me from the driver’s seat, and I automatically swoon under the power of his dimples.

“Buckled?” he asks, as he adjusts the mirrors and flicks on the Bluetooth radio. The distinct sound of Kendrick Lamar fills the air. I nod and watch as he puts the car in drive, his muscles flexing.

His right hand extends across the console to rest on my left thigh and gives it a quick squeeze. I’m thoroughly distracted as I fixate on the hand that has now taken up residence on my leg.

“Hi, noona!” A chorus of two cries from the backseat. My body jolts.

“Ah! Stop, I could’ve dropped my coffee!” I steady my drink before turning to investigate the backseat that I had mistakenly (READ: tragically) thought would be empty. Taehyung and Jimin grin back at me from the seats beside Jin.

“Well, why didn’t you just bring everyone,” I drawl, raising an eyebrow at Namjoon, who just sighs in defeat.

“I mean… I kind of did,” he aims a glare through the rearview mirror, “I’m taking these losers, and Jungkook, Hobi and Yoongi are meeting us there. They refused to miss spending ‘quality time’ with you.”

“I’m going to kill someone,” I mutter under my breath, “Probably Taehyung.”

“At least wait until we exit the vehicle, please,” Namjoon chuckles, “I just got new seats.”

Habitat Worksite – 9:25am

When we finally arrive at the worksite, we step out of the car and head over to where Eddie is currently handing out tasks to different volunteers. I smile at a few familiar faces I see as we draw closer.

“(Y/n)-doll!” Eddie booms and walks over to greet us, “Came here with this one, did ya? And who are these boys?” He gestures towards my harem.

“Yes, sir,” Namjoon grins, quite unbothered by Eddie’s papa bear act, “A couple that carpools together stays together. Go green!”

I shake my head at his idiocy as Eddie splutters to come up with a response. “Don’t listen to him, Eddie. He’s full of shit. We are all just friends. Now, what can we help with today?”

“Yes,” Eddie clears his throat, shooting Namjoon dark look, “(y/n), I need you out front to help me orient a group of volunteers scheduled for one of those work retreat days…”

Fuck. The last group that I helped orient was a nightmare. They were supposedly here for a day of service and team-building, but all they did was fuck around and fuck up the siding. The men in the group refused to listen to my instructions on how to properly do things.

According to their mouthy ringleader, the fact that I had a pair of tits and a vagina made me incapable of knowing the tiniest bit of information about construction, whereas their dicks apparently came with an encyclopedia of knowledge on the subject.

I had almost decked him in the face, but I settled for placing a nice call to his place of employment later that day with an unsavory report on his behavior.

Eddie notices my glowering face and quickly looks away, “Namjoon, I need you to help out Matt and Paul inside to mix and pour some cement. The rest of you can follow me.”

The boys all give varying answers of agreement.

“Grab some gloves and glasses, you two. (Y/n), meet me back out front. Namjoon, Matt and Paul are already inside. They’ll show you the ropes.”

With that, Eddie beelines away from us before I can protest my assigned role. Seokjin, Jimin and Taehyung trail sadly behind him, shooting jealous glances over their shoulders at Namjoon.

Namjoon ignores them and eyes my homicidal expression. He cautiously asks, “What’s wrong?”

“The goddamn patriarchy is what’s wrong, Kim,” I grit out through my clenched teeth and stalk towards the supply trailer.

“Well, I can’t argue with that,” he trails after me, “My mom says that toxic masculinity always ruins the party.”

“God, I love her,” My mood elevates instantly, “Please marry me so I can be her daughter-in-law.”

He laughs, looking through the bin of gloves for a pair large enough for him while handing me a smaller pair. “Where’s my ring?”

“You already have like seven rings. Pull an Ariana and give some away,” I hand him a pair of protective glasses, keeping one for myself. “Anyway, please don’t forget that you’re my ride and leave without me.”

“Forget? Babe, you’ve taken up permanent residence in my mind since Tae pointed you out last semester.”

“Oh, stop,” I dismiss him, waving the pair of gloves in his direction.

He suddenly steps into me. The my small of my back hits the edge of the makeshift work desk latched to the trailer wall. “You know, I’ve noticed you really don’t take some of our compliments seriously...” He looms over me, lips pressed to my throat, “I guess I'm gonna have to change that.”

Namjoon scoops me off the floor by my waist and balances my ass on the edge of the desk. My arms circle his shoulders on instinct and his grip tightens on my hips. When he glances down at me, he lets out a rough breath which sounds like I’m torturing him.

He kisses me, his tongue playing with mine, twining around it, enticing mine to follow. Gravity tries to drag me down off the desk and our mouths separate. Namjoon hoists me up higher with a firm hand on the back of my thigh.

His mouth slams back over mine, and I swear the way he kisses can be felt all the way down to my bones. His wide palm curves around my waist, pulling me further into him. “Damn," he pants, resting his forehead on mine.

BANG. A knock sounds from outside the trailer, “You better not be up to no good in there, you two!” Eddie’s rumbling voice jolts us apart and my head snaps against the wall of the trailer.

A series of obscenities pours from my mouth as I grasp the back of my head. “You good?” Namjoon asks as he lifts me off the desk and back onto the floor.

“I’ll live… barely,” I lament.

He just shakes his head in amusement, “So dramatic, babe. Come on, let’s go do some service.”

a/n: a slight cliffhanger (but not really, hehe); also i didn’t have a beta read over this chapter bc i wanted to post ASAP so plz be kind if there are mistakes UWU

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What A Fu*king Night

What A Fu*king Night (JK FF/BTS)

Paring: Jungkook x Reader (Kat)

Genre: Dating/ Smut/ Fluff/

Words: 6,868

Rating: 17+

Summery: It is Prom Night, and you are out searching for your boyfriend, Jungkook. The entire night is filled with drama and tea, so feel free to come and spill it.

Warnings: Sexual intercourse takes place. Language. Mentioning of alcohol. Sexual harassment. Fights.

Disclaimer: This is my first ever Tumblr fanfic I have ever written. I got inspiration for this from a dream and I plan to take every dream I have and turn it into ff. Everything that happens in this story is not all from the dream, obviously I took the key points and added a lot of details. Also, like I said, this is made up from a dream so none of the characters have participated in any of these events (Just putting it out there). And only the female character’s along with Jonah is my own creation. I do not own BTS. Enjoy!

She smoothed out her dress before looking over at her best friend in the darkened vehicle. Her light baby blue dress made from silk traveling down to her ankles illuminated the darkness. Where Kat’s pitch black tight one only made it a little above the knees. The sleeves hugging her arms comfortably as they snaked down to her wrists. They both had quite revealing items suggesting both their chests were half on display, but they both knew that it was meant for only one person. Well, a different person for each.

The limo they rented came to a halt just outside the entrance, where it revealed a beautiful velvet red carpet scrolled out on the floor leading towards a beautifully decorated archway.

Kat smiled, already picturing what tonight would have in store for them. “We’re a bit early.” Tyler said beside her. “That’s alright, gives us more time to spend with everyone.” Kat smirked over her shoulder at her best friend.

They got out the vehicle and stood side by side, Tyler’s hair was braided back in a stunning French plait. Whilst Kat’s hair was loose, draping over her shoulders with its recently dyed color.

People who were waiting outside began to gape at the two girls. One blonde, one brunette. No one would think otherwise as they were the duo since kindergarten.

Linking arms with smiles plastered on both their faces, they strid towards the entrance. Pretty white flowers caressed an archway along with vines snaking up the sides.

The bouncer smiled at them both. “Evening ladies. Names?” He held up a clipboard.

“Kat Raymond and Tyler Rhooney.” Kat said.

“Alright, and who are your dates tonight, ladies?” He smirked this time.

Tyler rolled her eyes. “Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung.”

The bouncer’s smirk faltered a little as he ticked off both their names. “Ah, they are already inside, go on ahead.” He gestured.

They both stepped through the archway, Tyler being attacked by a rogue vine in the process before gaping at the interior.

It was huge. Of course, their school had to be over dramatic with renting an entire stadium because the school’s gym was too basic.

They both started walking, taking in every detail. From the various tents scattered around the field to the dance floor set up in the middle of it. To the huge disco lights surrounding the entire place.

Tyler glanced up at the open sky. “God, lets pray it doesn’t rain.”

Kat nudged her as if to say, “don’t jinx it”.

Just as they were about to go off to find anyone they knew, someone was jogging up to them looking heavily out of breath.

“Is that Tae?”

“I think that’s Tae.”

“Is he wearing a bandana?”

“Oh God.”

He halted in front of them, bending over trying to catch his breath. “Hey guys.”

“Hey, babe.” Tyler put a hand on his arm. “Is everything okay?”

“Where’s Jay?” Kat asked, looking around.

“That’s the question, isn’t it?” Tae gasped.

“Huh?” Tyler patted him on the back.

“I can’t find him.” He coughed.

“What? But didn’t you guys arrive together?” Kat asked.

“Actually no. He left early because someone called him to come help with the lights.” He was still wheezing.

“And what’s that?” Kat pointed at the hanger holding up some black fabric.

“His tux.”

Tyler snorted. Kat gaped. “He didn’t…”

“He did. Left without changing. So, me being the good friend that I am, brought it for him to change, but now I can’t find the dumbass.”

Kat placed her hand upon her temple. “Of course he forgot. Okay, Tae, we will help you look for him.”

“Thanks. But can you find him quick? These pants are starting to chafe.” He said, doing semi lunges where he stood, showing true discomfort upon his face.

Tyler bit her lip, trying not to laugh.

“We’ll try.” Kat said, trying not to look over the man’s area.

“Okay, I’m gonna’ check the food court again.” And then he was off, running in such a way that suggested what was going on down under.

They both looked at each other, a small bit of pity in their eyes.

“Okay, I think we should split up. You check the dance floor, and I’ll check the tables over there.” Kat eyes a group of tables where a bunch of people hung out at.

Tyler nodded and set off, picking up her dress in the process.

Kat ventured over to the tables, already scanning each of them. She knew he wouldn’t be here, but it didn’t hurt just looking.

“Hey, Kat!” Someone from one of the tables called her. She snapped her head in the direction and saw Brian with his group. She walked over.

“Hey Brian.” She stopped at the end of the table.

“Looking for something?” He asked her with the creepiest set of hungry eyes she could imagine.

“More like someone. Have you seen Jay?” She asked, folding her arms over her chest, since that was where his eyes were lurking.

“Sadly, no. But you are more than welcome to hang out with us.” He smirked again. The rest of the group snickering.

Kat grimaced. “I’ll pass, thanks.” She turned around and strode off, hearing a few whistles and cheering coming from behind.

Idiots.

She decided to go find the rest of the guys, hoping they might have seen him. They were all chilling in the bleachers. But before she could reach them, someone grabbed her hand.

“Kat! You’re here!” Danny Reebro greeted her with a bright smile.

“Hey Danny! Nice dress!” Kat gestured to her maroon colored dress which flowed out in silk.

She smiled down at it. “Thanks, Jin picked it out.” Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “So, you gonna join us over by the bleachers?”

Kat shook her head. “Unfortunately, not yet. I can’t find Jay.” She scanned the area around them.

“Oh, I know where he is.”

Kat whipped her head back around. “You do? Where?”

“Follow me.” Danny grabbed her wrist and pulled her across the field to one of the tents. “He’s been in the VIP tent fixing the lights since 3pm. You have a dedicated one.” She smirked over her shoulder at Kat, which blushed in response. She did indeed.

They reached the tent and Kat peeked inside. There he was, standing on top the stage before a big turntable covered in wires and such. He looked extremely focused which made Kat a little uneasy on the knees. Something turning in her stomach as she admired crease on his face. Damn he looked hot.

“Come find us when you’re done, okay?” Danny squeezed her hand before disappearing.

Kat simply stood by the entrance, leaning on one of the light stands, arms folded. She waited for him to notice her. He was still in his black hoodie and jeans, hair a mess from running his hand through it too much. He does that when he’s concentrating.

He seemed to be talking to some guy next to him, wearing a beanie and sweats. Scratching his beard as he looked over Jay’s shoulder at what he was doing.

Jungkook seemed to have fixed something, because he looked up in triumph as he made a fist in the air, smiling. Kat chuckled.

He leaned against the table and looked around the tent, his eyes finally landing on her. He stopped dead.

She raised an eyebrow and smirked up at him. He seemed to have gone limp as he dropped his hands from the table to his sides and gaped at her, mouthing the word wow.

She chuckled as he jumped off the stage and jogged over to her, doing a little dance halfway. She laughed even more as she covered her mouth with her hand, shaking her head. “You are such a moron.”

He smiled at her as he filled the rest of the gap between them. “And you are a stunning piece of artwork.” He emphasized on the word stunning as he wrapped his arms around her.

She pulled him in, smelling his cologne he always wears. Even though he wasn’t wearing a suit, he still looked really good. She just wanted to trace her hand through his hair.

He pulled away and stepped back, observing her. Both hands together on his lips. ”Wow.” Was all he said. “Wow, wow, wow.”

Kat chuckled, rolling her eyes. “Ok I get it.”

“Do you though? Do you get the fact that you look so good right now?” He looked her up and down multiple times, her glaring at him. “You’re my girlfriend?”

Kat scoffed and playfully punched his shoulder. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

He chuckled, defending himself. “I’m just asking to make absolute sure that you, this beautiful woman standing in front of me with this beautiful, seductive dress is my girlfriend.”

“Yes.” Kat stared at him.

“You belong to me?” His face brightened with every word.

“Yeees, now can we stop with this? You are making feel a little called out over here.”

“Ok, I’m sorry.” He chuckled as he embraced her again, his head in the nape of her neck. “You smell really good too.”

“Mmmm, it’s the one you got me for my birthday.”

“Really?” He pulled back, eyeing her.

“Yes, the vanilla one.”

“Why do I not remember that?” He interlaced their fingers together.

“My birthday was last week.” She gaped at him.

He scrunched up his face, thinking. “Nooo, I don’t think that was me.”

Kat figured he was teasing and poked his stomach, causing him to chuckle. “So, are you done here?” She gestured to the stage.

He glanced over his shoulder. “Ummm, almost. Just got one last light to connect and then I am all yours.” He smirked as he leaned in, planting a soft kiss on her cheek.

Kat sighed. “Ok, then make it quick.”

He winked at her before rushing off to the stage again. Kat found an empty seat in the corner of the tent and sat there patiently.

……………………

Jungkook analyzed the table filled with wires. “Why does everything have to be so fucking chaotic?” He said to himself as he tried to find the last wire.

Jonah, the guy who was lending this entire set with the lights, walked over. “So, who’s the pretty lady over there?”

Jungkook glanced up at him and found his eyes on Kat, sitting in the corner. “That’s my girlfriend.” He stated simply, going back to the wires.

“You fucked her yet?”

Jungkook whipped his head up at him. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, come on. You can not tell me that you got someone as hot as her as a girlfriend, and you haven’t banged her yet?” Jonah took a cigarette out of his pocket and placed it in his mouth.

“I would appreciate it if you continued with your job.” Jungkook’s voiced rasped. He was angry. This man was probably forty, no, fifty and he was talking that kind of shit about his girlfriend?

“Oh, come on, pal. Lighten up. Isn’t that what you school kids do these days? To see who’s the first one to get laid?”

Jungkook was awfully close to shoving him off the stage. “Sir, can I ask you not get too personal with the questions?” He felt his grip tightening on the wires.

Jonah scoffed. “Alright, fine.” He leaned against the table. “All I’m saying is if I had a woman like her, I would have done her already.” He lit his cigarette.

Jungkook’s lips tightened as he looked up, scoffed once, before hurtling towards the man. One punch and he was on the floor, a cracking sound filled the entire tent.

“Jungkook!” Kat’s voice called out in the distance.

He just stared down at the man, grabbing his nose which seemed to be bleeding. “You fucking prick!” He spat up at him.

Jungkook grimaced down at him. “Keep talking shit like that and your nose won’t be the only thing that’s broken.”

He felt a hand on his arm as Kat gasped at the man’s bloody nose. “Jay.”

“You’ll regret that.” Jonah groaned.

Jungkook scoffed. “And what? You gonna attack me? Last time I checked it isn’t me falling to the ground after just one punch.”

“Jay.” Kat tugged on his sleeve.

He looked at her and took her hand. Glancing one last time at the groaning man on the floor. He flipped him off before leaving the tent.

………..

“Let me look at your hand.” Kat said as she attempted to grab his right hand.

He jerked it away. “No, it’s fine, I’m okay.”

Kat glared at him. “No, you aren’t. Let me see it.” She tried grabbing again but he dodged and slid around her to her other side.

“I’m alright, I promise.” He lied once again.

“Jay, stop being an ignorant ass and give me your hand.” She stretched her hand out again.

Jungkook dodged her again and began jogging backwards. “You can’t touch me if I’m running away from you.”

Kat glared at him, shaking her head. “Crackhead.”

Jungkook began laughing until he felt a pair of hands grab him from behind. He swung around and through a punch. Thankfully, the person ducked.

“Are you fucking insane?!” Tae cried, as he knelt on the ground, hands over his head.

Jungkook stared down at his friend. “Oh, sorry, buddy.” He held out his hand for him to take, but he got up by himself, straightening his jacket.

“I could have died.” Tae exaggerated.

“It would have knocked you over, tops.” Jungkook said.

“Coming from you? I would have been punched into my grave.” Tae grimaced at his friend.

“Funny you say that.” Kat eyes Jungkook from the side who immediately looked away.

Tae glared at him. “Who did you kill?”

Jungkook scoffed. “No one.” He shrugged. “Some guy kept gawking at Kat, so I gave him something else to gawk at.”

“You mooned him?” Tae’s eyes went big.

“What? No, I punched him in the- you know what, never mind.” Jungkook rolled his eyes over to the item his friend carried. “What’s that?”

Tae’s eyes went even bigger, glaring him down. “Your. Suit.” He strained.

Jungkook raised his eyebrows. “Ohhhhh, right.” He glanced down at his hoodie. “Shit.”

Tae nodded a bit too fast. “Yes. I have been running around trying to find you for the past 2 hours, man!”

Kat noticed his bandana was drenched in sweat and his suit was ruffled in some places.

“I was in the tent the entire time.” Jungkook pointed over his shoulder to the big tent.

Tae looked over at the tent. “Tents…” He looked like he was going to pass out. “Why didn’t I check the tents?”

Kat squeezed her lips together, trying not to laugh. “Hey, you know what, why don’t you take him to get changed and we will meet you by the bleachers?” Kat nudged him next to Jungkook.

“Ok, don’t miss me too much.” Jungkook smirked as he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her lips.

“Agh.” Tae groaned. “Can you too stop kanoodling?” Tae gagged.

They both glanced at the man. “Like you don’t kanoodle with Tyler?” Jungkook asked and Kat snorted.

Tae scoffed. “Of course not.”

Both Jungkook and Kat stared him down.

He bit his lip. “I’m leaving.” He began walking towards the changing rooms.

Jungkook chuckled and planted another quick kiss on her cheek before catching up to his friend. “Hey wait up man, don’t be so emotional.

……………..

She found her friends still chilling in the bleachers and strode over to them. Danny noticed her first. “Hey! Where’s Jungkook?”

“Changing.” She glanced to where Tyler sat next to Yoongi and Iris. “Tae found him.”

Tyler shook her head. “Let me guess, he was in plain sight?”

Kat didn’t even have to say a word as she gave her friend a look.

“I swear, I want to believe that that man is intelligent.” She shook her head.

Kat chuckled as she folded her arms, looking up at all of them. Yoongi and Iris were sitting together, they were each other’s dates. Jin and Danny were snuggling in the first line. Olivia and Hobi were chatting a few seats next to Yoongi. But she noticed that Jimin and Blue were not there.

Until she caught a glimpse of green rounding the corner from the bathrooms and strode over to them, hand in hand.

“Hey, Kat.” Jimin smiled at her.

“Hey, guys. Out for a little stroll?” She winked at Blue who rolled her eyes.

“Shut the fuck up, Kat.” Blue joked.

Kat snickered as she eyed Jimin. His face was turning red. His ears? Even redder.

They both grabbed a seat next to Emma who sat alone on the top level.

“Hey, Emma. I love your dress.” Kat called up to the bored girl, who smiled in response.

She looked rather down, and Kat knew exactly why. She walked over to Danny and bent down to whisper. “Where the hell is Joon?”

Danny gave her a sad look. “I don’t know. He’s an hour late.”

Kat glanced up at the raven-haired girl again. “Well, he better be here soon. She looks like she might just leave.”

“Maybe she should.” A harsh voice came from behind Kat.

She turned around and found Beatrice. Long red hair matching her short red dress. Painted red lips to go with it. Her overly whitened teeth beaming at them.

“You know, since coming to prom alone is the worst thing ever.” She smirked up at Emma, who gave her a vulgar gesture in return.

“Hey, Bea. Shouldn’t you be tide up dangling above the dancefloor? They said they needed a disco ball, and I thought you offered up since your teeth can lighten up the darkest of rooms.” Kat gave her a sweet smile.

“Funny. Where’s Jungkook? Did he ditch you again?” She glanced around as if to try and catch him.

“You know what, Bea?”

“Again?” Jin chimed.

“This was just supposed to be our little groups fun night, and you’re kind of ruining it.” Tyler said.

Beatrice smiled. “Pity. I wanted to come say hi to all the girls.” She stated. “And boys.” She smirked at Jimin who looked a little uncomfortable.

“Well, that sucks cause we weren’t planning to say hi to the bitch queen tonight, so, yeah, it’s a pity.” Kat pouted.

Beatrice, glared at her, before returning her eyes to Emma. “You must be feeling really lonely up there. Looking down at all the couples. Why, oh why did no one ask you?” Beatrice asked in that gut wrenching sweet voice of hers. “Where is your prince, dear little Emma?”

“Behind you.”

Beatrice whipped around and slowly looked up. The rest of the group were smiling like idiots. Emma looking a little confused.

“Really?” Beatrice asked, smiling sweetly at Joon.

“Yes. Now if you don’t mind, you are kind of blocking my path.” Joon smiled sweetly at her in return.

She replaced her smile with a cold stare, as she slowly stepped aside.

He was holding a bouquet of flowers as he walked over next to Kat. His eyes were fixed on Emma’s. “Emma, can you come down from there, please?” He asked.

She scoffed as she slowly got up and lazily walked down the stairs. “What the fuck is this, Joon?” She tried her best to hide her smile as she walked up to him.

“Listen, I know it took forever. I’m sorry, I had a lot of work to do, and I had to help a friend out and then my mom wanted me to- “

Yoongi cleared his throat, cutting him off.

Joon smiled sheepishly and shook his head. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that I didn’t ask you when I really wanted to. I left you alone when I shouldn’t have. I have gave you too much hope thinking that I was going to-“

“Ok, ok, Joon? The point?” Emma chuckled.

He shook his head again, shutting his eyes in embarrassment. “My point is that I am here now. And I am asking you if you would be my date to the prom?”

He held out the flowers as he looked her in the eyes.

She pursed her lips, trying not to smile as she took the flowers and tilted her head to the side. “You know, this is the most Namjooney thing you could have possibly pulled.”

Everyone chuckled at her statement as Joon scratched his neck. “Yeah, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. You succeeded in the end.” She said.

He smiled brighter as she laced her fingers with his.

Sniffing came from Danny and Jin. “Oh my god, Joon. Who knew you were such a romantic?” Jin sniffed again before fake blowing into an invisible tissue. Danny dabbing his fake tears with his tie.

………………….

Jungkook finally got dressed after too many attempts at his tie.

“Which loop goes where?”

“I think it goes this way.”

“Wait no that doesn’t seem right.”

“Are even supposed to have loops?”

“I thought you knew how to do a tie!”

“My mom did mine now stop yelling at me!”

“This is fucking pointless.”

“Want to go without it?”

“No, I promised Kat I’d wear a tie.”

“Why the fuck did you promise?”

“I don’t know, dude!”

“Well, that was fucking stupid! We all know we don’t make promises that would end in us humiliating ourselves in the end!”

“Why didn’t you fucking tell me that before?!”

“Do I look like an Advisor to you?!”

But after quite a few attempts, they were able to do it. Jungkook looked himself in the changing room mirror.

“This tie looks fucked up.”

Tae put a hand on his back, guiding him outside. “Well, at least you have one, now let’s go.”

They rushed outside and noticed that it was already dark.

“Shit, how long did we take?” Jungkook checked his watch.

Tae smacked his arm away. “Doesn’t matter, you are dressed, now let’s find out girls.” The walked off toward the bleachers.

Then halted, as they noticed the back of a girl near the edge of the field, sobbing.

“Pick up, pick up!” You stupid piece of shit!” She was yelling at her phone.

Tae and Jungkook eyed each other. Tae immediately shaking his head. “That’s Beatrice, dude.”

“Yeah, I know but-“

“No buts. Let’s just go.” He grabbed his hand and began pulling.

Jungkook stood his ground. “Something could be wrong.”

Tae glanced at her again. She was shaking and sniffing and looking as if she would break down. “She looks fine.” He started pulling his friend again. But Jungkook released his grasp.

He slowly walked toward her, going through what he was going to say in his head. He got arm’s length before lightly tapping her on her shoulder. “Hey, is everything okay?”

She looked up at him and continued to sob. “My date stood me up.” She whaled.

He looked over at Tae who gave him the look and told him to leave. He shook his head.

“Um, well, I’m sorry.” Jungkook felt extremely awkward as he just stood there next to her, watching her cry.

Tae gestured for him to walk away, but he didn’t listen. So, Tae breathed out in annoyance as he strode over. “Hi, Beatrice. I’m sorry you had such a dickhead for a date. Enjoy your night.” He grabbed Jungkook’s arm and pulled.

“Wait!” She called out, causing them both to stop. “You wouldn’t want me to feel alone, would you? On prom night?”

They both exchanged a look. Tae had so many words in his eyes, but Jungkook walked over again.

“I mean, you could join us if you want?” He could feel the daggers Tae was throwing at the back of his head. “Or maybe danc- “

“I’d love to dance.” She said before grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the dance floor in the middle of the field. Maybe he should have listened to his friend.

…………………

“Here’s one, Thor, Iron Man, Spiderman.” Blue slurred. Apparently, she had snuck some tequila into her water bottle.

Jin cleared his throat. “This one’s easy. Kiss Ironman, Fuck Thor and Marry Spiderman.”

Everyone gasped.

“What!?”

“No way!”

“What do you mean No way? Thor is Thor!” Jin defended.

“Fuck Spiderman, hands down!” Emma called out.

“100%”

“What?!” Jin protested. “Why?!”

“Because he’s hot!” Olivia bellowed.

“And who knows what else he can do with those webs slingers.” Blue winked at him.

Jin looked slightly impressed. “I mean, I see your point.”

Kat almost died of laughter until she noticed Tae running up to them, looking rather nervous.

“Hey, Tae. Where’s Jay?” Kat asked.

He halted and plastered on a smile. “Oh, Jay? Oh right! Yeah, where….where is he…” He licked his lips, preparing for what he was about to say.

“Tae.”

“Beatrice got him.” He blurted out.

Kat’s eyes bulged. “The bitch did what?!”

He held up his hands. “Nothing serious, she just dragged him to the dance floor and will not let go of him.”

Kat felt her blood begin to boil. She didn’t say a word as she marched off towards the middle of the field. The others close behind her.

“Oh, shit. Jimin, get up! We can’t miss this!” Blue shoved him off the seat. Having them both almost roll down the stairs in the process.

Kat scanned the dancefloor for them, and immediately found the red splotch right in the middle of it. She huffed as she walked faster, her heels keeping her from sprinting.

……………………….

Jungkook looked like he was in pain. He really regrets walking up to her, now he knows that it was just a big scheme. Well played, Bea. Well Played.

She was holding onto him too tightly as if he would run away. Which was exactly what he wanted to do right now.

He glanced around, hoping to find Tae, or any kind of help. But instead found the angry eyes of Kat marching towards them. She didn’t look happy.

“Oh, shit.” He said out loud. Causing Beatrice to look up to where he was looking, and smirked.

…………………………

Kat was ready to smack a bitch. She neared the floor and caught the eyes of her boyfriend, they were asking for help.

She then met the eyes of the bitch herself, as she smirked at her.

Don’t you dare.

Oh, she dared.

Kat halted as Beatrice grabbed his head and pulled it down to hers, crashing her lips on his.

“Oh shit!” She heard Jin chime.”

“Bitch!” Tyler bellowed, which caused heads to turn.

Kat was ready. She began marching again, straight towards them like a fucking bullet, as she watched Jungkook immediately pull his head back. “Woah! What the hell!?” He said to the Beatrice.

Beatrice just simply smirked up at him and then to Kat, who was walking across the dancefloor now. “Come to join our little party?” She called over the music.

Kat stayed silent, still marching.

“Angry are you? What are you gonna’ do? Attack m-“

SMACK!

Beatrice lost her balance, almost falling to the ground as he she held her cheek, mouth agape.

“Don’t you fucking touch him.” Kat said, a little too calmly.

Jungkook just stared at her in pure amazement.

“Oh, she is so winning Prom Queen.” Blue said, Jimin nudging her to be quiet.

Beatrice started to breath harder, tears filling her eyes. “Don’t you dare put a hand on me.” She growled.

Kat raised an eyebrow. “So, we’ve come to an agreement?”

Beatrice gave her a cold stare, then to Jungkook, then to the rest of her friends, before straightening up, removing her hand from her cheek, and simply walked off the dancefloor.

They both kept eye contact, until she was the one who turned away first.

Kat felt a hand on her shoulder. A light whistle sounded by her ear. “Damn. Who knew I wasn’t the only one who could physically disable someone?”

She smiled lightly before looking up to him. “Another reason why we are perfect for each other.” He smirked down at her.

“Amen!” Tyler called out.

Jungkook pulled her in for a hug. “You okay?”

She breathed out, pulling away. “Yeah, I’m okay. You?”

He bit his lip. “Not gonna lie.” He looked her in the eyes. “I’m a little turned on.”

She snorted before nudging him. “After we have a dance.” She promised. He smiled and kissed her.

……………………..

The rest of the night was pretty good. They played some good music which had everyone showing off their best moves. Especially Jin, who proceeded to do some sort of dance he made up himself. “Come on guys! Everyone is doing it these days.”

“Where did I find you?” Danny asked, shaking her head.

There came a time where the boys huddled together and danced and joked around whilst the girls made their own circle and laughed as Blue attempted to twerk.

Everything was great. Jungkook kept catching her eye and winking at her, reminding her about her promise. She would simply smirk back and continue dancing.

It was a great way to end their prom night, until a pair of hands found their way up Kat’s dress.

She whipped her head around and found the person smiling at her. His beard looking a little too scratchy. It was the guy from the tent that Jungkook punched.

“Can I help you?” She furrowed her brows at him.

He raised his. “Oh certainly.” He smirked. “Wanna dance?” He placed his hand on her hip.

“Um, no thank you.” She stepped to the side.

“Aw, come on. Why don’t you play with me like you play with your little boyfriend over there, huh?” He again attempted to put his hand up her dress.

Bad idea.

Kat grabbed his arm and twisted it, causing him to howl in pain. Everyone’s attention was on them now.

“I said no thanks.” Kat said again.

Jungkook saw what was happening and his mind flipped. “Shit.” He stomped over to them.

“I see you like it rough, huh?” The man joked.

Kat grimaced in disgust and kicked his knee, causing him to fall to the ground. All that time in self defense class really paid off as he now lay flat on the ground, Kat still twisting his arm as she kept one heel on his back.

Jungkook stood next to her, immediately crossing his arms. “Well, how many times has the floor become your friend now?”

“Piss off.” Jonah spat on the ground, his cheek smooshed against the floor.

Jungkook scoffed. “Now you know not to mess with either of us, got it?”

Jonah looked up at him, smirking. “I wouldn’t mind it, as long as she keeps wearing that lace underwear every time.”

Jungkook’s smile dropped.

Kat gasped and let go of his arm, stepping back.

Jungkook gave him a smile before grabbing him. Lifting him up so his feet hung off the ground. “You want to run that by me again?”

Jonah struggled in his grasp. “I can take you! Put me down! I can take you!”

Jungkook tried not to laugh at this sad excuse for a man. “You sure about that?” He asked.

And just before Jonah could reply, the rest of the boys came and stood behind Jungkook, staring up at the guy. One after the other.

“Alright, wanna go?” Jungkook asked.

“No!” Jonah gasped. “No…” He stopped struggling. He simply gave up.

Jungkook brought him closer to his face. “Now what you are going to do right now, is pack up your shit and leave. We don’t care, take your goddamn lights, we’ll dance in the dark. But if you come back,” There was pure anger in his eyes. “Don’t be surprised if you wake up in a ditch tomorrow morning.”

Jonah shut his eyes and nodded. Jungkook dropped him, not even bothering to do it lightly. He watched as the man scrambled on to his feet and ran.

Everyone was silent until Tae placed and arm around his friends’ shoulders and yelled in triumph. “Holy Shit, dude!”

The whole dance floor started cheering, clapping and whistling at the amazing thing that just happened.

Kat walked over to him. He was still angry, pissed actually.

He was still watching the man hurry off to the tent. She put both her hands on his face. “Hey! Jay! Look at me!” He glanced down to her, chewing his cheek.

“Are you okay?” He asked, pulling her closer.

“I’m fine. Jay-“

“I swear if he touched you-“

“I’m oka-“

“What did he do?”

“Jay! Listen to me!” She yelled.

He stopped, looking her in the eyes.

She traced her hands down his chest. “You’re angry. And so am I.” She pointed.

“I know, I just hate perverts like that-“

“Let’s use it to our advantage.” She whispered into his ear.

He froze. Staring at her. The corners of his lips began lifting as she nodded.

He grabbed her hand and walked over to their friends. “Hey guys, we’re pretty dazed, we’re gonna go get some fresh air.” He told them.

Tae nodded. “Alright, don’t be gone too long. They gonna announce the King and Queen soon.”

Jungkook nodded. “Thanks. See you later.”

And they were off, running towards the parking area.

“They are not getting fresh air.” Blue said.

Everyone looked to her.

Yoongi nodded in approval as Jin snorted.

“Nice.” Jimin smirked, watching the two of them rushing off.

……………………….

They couldn’t get home fast enough. They could have done it in the car, but Jungkook said he didn’t want anything in the way for what he wanted to do.

Even on the way there, she teased him by placing her hand on his sensitive area, which almost had them swerving into a tree.

Thankfully, his house was a few blocks from there, and his parents were on date night, so the house was completely empty.

He swerved into the parking, didn’t even bother applying the hand break as they rushed out the car. Him almost choking on the seatbelt before realizing he had it on.

Kat laughed as she ran off to the door, waiting for him.

He walked past the door and immediately grabbed her, smashing his lips with hers placing a hand above her head. He didn’t care if his neighbors could see, let them be jealous.

“Jay, the door.” She said between breaths.

He groaned and he fumbled with his keys in his pocket. “Shit.” He had never hated keys so much in his life until that very moment.

Finally, he found the right one and opened the door, picking her up to straddle him as he walked in, kissing her.

He didn’t care if he bumped into anything. Heck, his mom’s favorite vase can go to hell.

He kicked the door closed with a bang before proceeding to the stairs leading to the second floor.

But as he got to the second step, his knees buckled, and he almost dropped her. Kat screaming in panic as she grabbed on to the railing.

He swore. “Um, I think just to be safe…”

She snorted and he put her down, both of them running up the stairs, heavy footsteps behind them.

When they both got to the floor, safely, she turned to him.

“Okay.” He reassured as she jumped onto him again, both of them laughing hysterically at what they just did. They were idiots, honestly.

He made his way to his room, placing her on his bed as he kissed her. She then grabbed at his jacket and almost ripped it off.

“Easy now. Don’t waste the anger on anything that doesn’t deserve it.” He smirked as he removed his jacket, and then his shirt. Even the poor excuse for a tie was flung in an instant. Kat gawking up at his finely tanned skin, her eyes following every crevice of his abs.

It was her turn to remove her dress, which took less effort as he simply pulled it over her head, leaving her in her underwear.

He smirked down at the lacey material. “I’m the only one that can see you in these.” He gripped at her underwear. “Only me.”

She moaned as he slid them off, throwing them to the side. He leaned down and kissed her again, letting her feel him upon her bare skin.

She growled and tugged at his belt, causing him to chuckle. “Very impatient.”

He helped her, as the belt fell with a clang and his pants along with it.

She stared at him, in all his glory. They had only done this about three times before, but every time he reveals himself, she is just always thrown off guard.

He immediately fell on top of her, sucking on her neck and she wrapped her legs around him.

Her hands through his hair, she hadn’t even noticed when he removed her bra. He gripped the bed board as he thrusted into her.

Causing her to gasp a little, like she said, she was always thrown off guard. He went slow, not wanting to hurt her, but she bit his shoulder and scratched his back, telling him to give her more.

So, he did.

They went on and on until they could both feel the knot expanding inside themselves. She could feel him twitch, knowing he was close.

His breathing was rigged as he balanced himself above her, his legs shaking. They had never been this hard before.

“Kat.” He panted, sweat dripping from his brow.

She kissed him, telling him it was okay, he knew she was on birth control and already had Plan B at home, but he still wanted to ask. He looked her in the eyes, making double sure.

“It’s okay.” She whispered. Stroking his face.

He gripped the board and threw his head into the nape of her neck, filling her up with everything that he had. She unleashed herself too.

She felt him, all of him. Every part, every touch, every breath. She felt him, and she knew right then and there, that she wanted no other man but him. She wanted no one else to touch her the way he did. To love her the way he did, because right now, he proved to her that all she needed was right here.

They went silent, only the sound of their breathing filled the room. As he kept his head in her neck, her legs around him, her hands in his hair.

He started leaving light kisses from her temple down to her chest, marking her. “So every goddamn man out there will know that you are taken.” He breathed.

She met his gaze and smiled. “Who else would I be with?”

He smiled, laying his head upon her abdomen, resting, gazing up at her. “No one who doesn’t deserve you.”

She stroked his hair, watching as his head bobbed with her breathing.

They were ready to lay there forever until there was a ding from his suit jacket. And then another, and then another. And then the room was filled with the sound as they frowned at each other.

Jungkook groaned. “Agggh, let me put it on silent.” He got up and walked over to his jacket on the floor. He was surprised to see his phone wasn’t cracked.

He opened the messages and went still. “Oh shit.”

Kat glanced at him. “What’s wrong?”

He turned around, smirking. “Guess who won Prom King and Queen.”

She gaped at him, unable to speak as he winked at her.

“No way. Really?” She laughed.

“Mmmmh mhm.” He hummed as he threw his phone on his desk chair and strode over to her.

“Well, shit.” She chuckled. “I bet Beatrice is pissed.”

“She’s probably crying in her room with an ice pack pressed to her cheek as we speak.” Jungkook chuckled. He hopped onto the bed, sitting up on his elbows, smiling at her. “This calls for a celebration.” He bopped his eyebrows at her.

She snorted as he crawled over to her. “Alright, but I’m top this time.”

Jungkook chuckled, leaning in to kiss her. “Anything for my Queen.”

#jungkook #Bts #Smut #fanfiction #fluff #Taehyung #Namjoon #Jhope #Suga #Jin #Jimin #Bangtan

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bang-tan-bitches · 3 years

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Y'all I had a dream.

It's so crazy, it would only be compared to a Hopping High Mad Hatter.

OMFG.

This dream starts out okay like I'm with my friends and holy shit, we looked amazing. (Like why can't I be this gorgeous irl!?) I think we all got a glow up. You guys were there too! Y'all were in the front desk and we're wearing suits.(You definitely could have snagged your bais's in even with out the suits. Just saying.) You two also have to halfs of a crown. Like a gold Laurel wreath tucked behind A and B's right and left ear respectively.(I can tell you apart cuz A had a lip ring!)

And holy shit we are transported to this beautiful gymnasium that's was decorated with these whimsical balls of glitter and the ribbons seemed to dance on their own. Good God, I want to go there just for the scenery.

Then the dream flashbacks to yesterday. Omg that gymnasium was suddenly the most disgusting thing I had ever seen. We were called in to clean. And apparently so was BTS. Intersting. We are seperated into a girl's and boys line. And BTS is obviously, in the other line. Mr.K, one of my teachers from America, comes and grabs Tae. But something's is wrong. He's really....small? Like he's a traniee again! What!? But I could not even read a book when that happened. Then I realised, somehow, I really don't know how, I screwed with the time line. I was having a mental breakdown, cuz I wasn't supposed to do that. It's as if I already knew I made a mistake but did it any way. I could see all the members. They were all teens and so was I. Jungkook was still so small and Namjoon had blond hair. Jimin was taller that Jk but we all know how long that lasted. Yoongi was very skinny and kinda pale and had a bandana tied to his head. Jin was still prettier that me as a teenager. Hobi still had a smile that could generate solar energy. And Tae was still an alein with a boxy smile.

We finish decorating and the boy's come over to hand us all an ice cream, and poor jungkook had to go to the girls line. We were all distracted by screen, but not me. When kookie came to give me mine, I did a litte bow and said (네, 감사합니다) which means (Yes, Thank you.) He was surprised I said thank you, and I was surprised that he was surprised (inseption). And he goes over to call his hyungs. They all walk over to me and me along with them are transported to a room whose only noteworthy point is white. Literally. It's so boring it's giving me anxiety. All the boys are now adults and so am I since I screwed with the time line.(Good job🤦) And holy mother of God. Not to brag or anything but adult me...she is hot as hell.

(Shhh let me have my delulu dreams)

Namjoon walks up to me a puts a gold laurel Wreath on my head. And tells me dead in the face "당신의 누이, 왕국의 사랑받는 공주. 우리와 함께 집으로 돌아가십시오" (which means-Your our sister, the beloved princess of the kingdom. Please return home with us.)

And I look at them like any sane person would since their korean and I'm Indian so there are a LOT of signs pointing to the fact that I am definitely NOT their sister or hell, even their half-sister! But they insist and I'm way to curious for may own good so dream teleported we are to this beautiful palace where we are....

Say it with me now,

Teenagers all at the same time cuz I screwed with the time line.

Well, fuckity.

Then as soon as we step INTO the palace we are all....

Say it with me now,

Adults all at the SAME TIME cuz I screwed with the time line.

And you two are there, I run to you guys, hug you both and call you my Aunts. Holy fuck when did this happen!? Oh! and that crown situation? You are two queen's of the kingdom ruled by 7 kings and they have 1 sister. Me. Fantastic. That's why you two had half a laurel crown each cuz you shared the title of Queen. A few kids run to my and I swear they look exactly like replicas of BTS. But the Rap line were all girls. So three nieces and four nephews come running toward me and omg, these are the strongest kids I have ever seen. They literally tackle me to the ground in giggles and I give them each a giant candy bar like the not-a-parent-yet aunt I am. Then as we were walking into the throne room (I knew it was the throne room cuz of the very obvious and large THRONES in the room) For the king's the thrones formed a semi circle and they sat age wise so Namjoon was the center.

You two sat on a throne couch right below him and I sat right in between you 2 and joon.

Then I woke up to write this at 3:37 am so I am very delusional and trying to remember what joon told me cuz I only know basic Korean. Also side note I ate more sugar the I should have the evening before.

(P.s-I heard drinking a glass of apple juice should help give you vivid dreams B. Also this is written in my doc's and titled "Holy Fuck" fitting name if you ask me!)

Omg baby that dream is crazy amazing. I love dreams like that and we are so fucking honored that we could be in your dreams and as Queens?!?!?! HELL YES!

I love everything about your dream. I love how detailed and vivid it was. That is incredible.

I haven't had a bts dream in so long. I(B) did have a crazy vivid nightmare the night before last: the entire dream took place in the day time and vampires were everywhere. They were chasing me and going to kill me and I was able to kill a few by stabbing them in the neck with ballpoint pens but there were these 4 hot vampire guys that I was terrified of because they were like super powerful(and so fucking hot) but I remember hiding under a table in a Mexican restaurant hoping they couldn't smell me and then at one point I escape and I'm running outside in this super crowded area like a fair/amusement park and I'm trying to call the police but I realize I'm in Italy and I don't know how to get the police and I'm crying telling people there are vampires and no one believes me and the hot vampires catch me and I know they're going to kill me and one slices my wrist in public and starts licking my blood and my blood was so hot and sticky and I felt sick and then I woke up.

Dreams are insane and you are so lucky to be able to dream about BTS and being their sister princess.

You are an absolute delight and we cherish every ask we get from you. You're amazing.

We hope you're staying safe and you were able to go back to sleep. Please send us anymore crazy interesting dreams you have. You're wonderful.

#btb: asks #💜💜💜#b answers

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jeontaeh · 3 years

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〚EPILOGUE〛

6 YEARS LATER

"I hate you!" Jungkook snapped, looking at Taehyung, who was seated on the couch. "Ever since you've entered my life you've just ruined everything and made-made me this person I despise."

"Oh, shut up," Taehyung scoffed, drinking his can of beer. "You're just fucking mad because I'm right."

"You're not right! You're so wrong, Taehyung- god, I hate living with you." Jungkook shouted from the kitchen, seeing his coffee brimming in the maker.

"Then move out."

"Maybe I will!"

"I'd love that!" Taehyung snapped back. Jungkook stopped and looked at him. Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows and walked over to him. Jungkook pointed his finger at him.

"Admit it. Admit that you're wrong." Jungkook said lowly. Taehyung looked up at him and then stood up.

"No." Taehyung snipped. Jungkook took a deep breath. "Fine. Then I'm breaking up with you." Jungkook said firmly and then turned around to walk away.

"Jungkook! Are you fucking kidding me?" Taehyung let out, angered. Jungkook walked a few steps and then turned around again.

"No! Because you won't admit that Jerry the mouse from the television cartoon Tom and Jerry is a GIRL!" Jungkook shouted.

"Jerry is a fucking boy! He had a crush on a girl mouse!" Taehyung shouted back.

"Jerry was a fucking lesbian, Taehyung! Fuck you!" Jungkook snapped weakly.

Taehyung couldn't help but let out a small smile. He walked up to Jungkook and then wrapped his arms around Jungkook's waist. "We've been debating this for 3 hours now, baby. Can we just agree to disagree?" Taehyung said softly.

Jungkook looked at Taehyung's warm brown eyes and chewed on his bottom lip, nodding. Taehyung smiled fondly and leaned in, touching their noses for a second, and then sealing their lips together.

Taehyung and Jungkook had been together for 6 years now.

They finished their senior year of high school 5 years ago. Taehyung got into Seoul University with a football scholarship. Taehyung was so elated he accidentally called his father on the phone and called him fat and ugly.

Jungkook got into Busan Art School... but not for the course he applied for. He applied for Art Therapy, but he got in for normal art and design. That was bad for Jungkook. But the good news was he got into Seoul University for Art Therapy.

And, well, that's where Jungkook went.

College was fun together. They both got an apartment not too far from their university. It took Taehyung a whole year to become the captain of the university team, but he didn't lose a single game after he became one. Jungkook had fun learning art therapy than he imagined, and was more than happy doing something he enjoyed.

Both were 23 now, and Jungkook worked as an assistant in a design firm and earned a basic salary. He was fine with that, it was a starting job anyway. Taehyung, on the other hand, was.... unemployed.

Anyways- they had a small two bedroom apartment in Seoul. It wasn't ideal, but it was comfortable. Currently, Taehyung kissed Jungkook's jaw and down his neck while Jungkook fiddled with his collar, smiling.

"Are you bored without me, Taehyungie?" Jungkook asked. Taehyung squeezed his butt.

"Yeah. I've binge-watched Naruto and finished it. I think that should give you an answer." Taehyung said, looking at him. Jungkook kissed him softly.

"Hmmm... maybe if you got a job," Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows. Taehyung looked at him and then pulled away.

"Kook... come on. You know I'm just waiting for the confirmation, right? I know I've been a bother, sitting around at home all day for a month or two. But- I-I'm being productive! I learned how to bake! I dyed my own hair-" It was grey. "-and, I painted for you-"

"You drew a giant dick on a piece of paper."

"Yeah, but I put a lot of love into it," Taehyung pouted. Jungkook kissed his lips, gripping his waist. "Okayyy. Sorry. I love you."

"I love you more," Taehyung said, kissing Jungkook's forehead, a small smile emerging on his lips.

Taehyung and Jungkook had thankfully gotten less touchy-feely than when they were bumbling 17-year-olds. But still, the love for each other was strong. Stronger, if anything. Taehyung knew Jungkook like the back of his hand. Every little thing, every little tendency, every mood switch, every upset- Taehyung knew how to handle it.

When Jungkook came home from work upset, Taehyung knew what to do. He'd sit Jungkook down, give him hot cooked food, a nice cold drink, and set up the bath for him. And then, of course, he'd fuck him anyway Jungkook wanted.

Just like that, Jungkook knew how to be with Taehyung. Sometimes, after stressful matches, Taehyung would come home seething. Sports got him angry, it was obvious, that's the one part of him that hadn't changed since he was 17. But Jungkook knew what to do. He'd wear something cute, give Taehyung anything he wanted to eat (usually fried chicken and ice cream) and then ride him and be extra submissive and cute. Taehyung loved it.

Their relationship was so strong, neither could imagine life apart from the other. There had been ups and downs. Small fights, sometimes instances where one slept on the couch, or maybe just yelling for hours on end. But they always came back to each other. They couldn't stay apart. They worked so well together- Jungkook couldn't imagine being with anyone else. He wouldn't want to.

They were still so in love.

Jungkook got his cup of coffee and walked towards their bedroom. "Jimin called me last night," Jungkook said. Taehyung followed.

"Oh shit. What's the news?" Taehyung asked wearily. Jungkook turned around, sighing in relief. "It was a false alarm. Thankfully. They're both happy about it."

"Of course. I'm sure Eka would be mad as fuck to be pregnant at 23." Taehyung scoffed.

"She really would. They've only been together 5 years or so. Not even engaged yet." Jungkook said. Taehyung hummed, nodding.

Eka and Jimin were cute, to say the least. After 2 months of Jungkook and Taehyung being together, Eka stormed into the cafeteria, grabbed Jimin by his collar and kissed him. Jimin was super confused. Eka said if Jimin doesn't ask her out then she will. So Jimin did.

And they'd been together since.

Jimin was an associate in a law firm. Eka was doing small modeling gigs. They lived 15 minutes away, and the four met up for dinner quite often. They were still best friends, thankfully.

Taehyung followed Jungkook into the bedroom and grinned when Jungkook bent over to pick things off the floor. Taehyung walked behind him and smacked his ass, lining his crotch up to the peach. Jungkook bounced up right.

"Ah! Tae- you're so annoying!" Jungkook squeaked, running off, hands on his butt. He turned around, angry. "You still act like you're 17 sometimes."

"You act like I'm 40 or something. I'm only 23. Can't I appreciate my boyfriend's cute little butt?" Taehyung asked, walking up to him with a grin.

Jungkook reached up and yanked his bandana down, making it cover Taehyung's eyes. "No. You can't." Jungkook said, walking past him. Taehyung grunted, fixing his bandana. He rushed up to Jungkook and wrapped his arms around his waist.

"Are you mad, baby? You're so cute when you're upset." Taehyung said softly, kissing his earlobe.

Jungkook blushed lightly. He found it strange how Taehyung's small words still caused the boy to blush like he was still a teen and had a huge crush on him. Jungkook put his hands on Taehyung's, which were on his stomach. Taehyung squished his tummy.

"Yess, your abs are gone." Taehyung pointed out. Jungkook hit his hand.

"Shut up! I know. I don't get time to work out anymore. Don't be mean. You literally play football for a living," Jungkook scoffed.

"Hell yeah, I do. Don't you love your strong athletic boyfriend?" Taehyung asked, lifting Jungkook up from his feet. Jungkook cried, smacking his arm again.

Taehyung had been doing football intensively for years now. In high school, he thought it was hard. But college level football was different. And professional level football was fucking worse. Taehyung loved it, of course he did. But he had to be in the gym constantly, or his coach would kill him.

Taehyung had changed since high school. Jungkook was there through the change and saw him grow. Taehyung's shoulders got wider, his chest got firmer, his arms got more built, his jaw more stricken, thighs thicker, calves stronger. Jungkook loved it. (Of course, he did. Who wouldn't like their already hot as fuck boyfriend to somehow become hotter??).

"Of course I love my strong athletic boyfriend. And I love pinning him down on the mattress more." Jungkook said, and then kissed Taehyung's lips. Taehyung didn't kiss back, just smacked his ass. Jungkook giggled, looking at Taehyung. "Mmm. Your ass still hurt from last night?"

"Shut. Up. I hate letting you top."

"Letting me top? Please. You begged me to fuck you." Jungkook said. Taehyung scoffed, walking away from him.

"I don't beg. And don't pretend like you're less bad. Don't you remember Eka's birthday?" Taehyung asked. Jungkook's eyes grew big, and his cheeks turned beet red.

"Shut up," Jungkook mumbled in a small voice. "Oh- I want Taehyung's hot, aching, bulging cock in my asshole until I can't walk, until he tears me apart, until he pees in my-"

"I was drunk!" Jungkook yelped, embarrassed. "You-you didn't stop me!!! You shouldn't told me to shut up!!!! I said all of that to Eka's dad and you let me!"

"It was kinda funny." Taehyung giggled. Jungkook arched his eyebrow, folding his arms.

"Oh really? Remember your 20th birthday? When you put on those dog ears and made me call you puppy-"

"If you say one more fucking word I swear I will throw you out of the balcony," Taehyung snapped really fast. Jungkook burst into giggles, running into their shared bathroom.

Jungkook took his t-shirt off, as well as his sweatpants. He took the pair of jeans he'd put on the counter to change into and stepped into them. Taehyung walked into the big washroom.

"I have one. Two months ago when we were both drunk and had sex and you said 'impregnate me'," Taehyung said suddenly.

Jungkook looked up, eyes big. "You remember that?"

"You said it 8 times in a row," Taehyung said. Taehyung reached forward and saw Jungkook pull his jeans up his cute butt. Jungkook reached for his t-shirt, but Taehyung grabbed it before Jungkook could, and brought it over Jungkook's head, helping him wear it.

"I wouldn't mind having a baby, though," Jungkook said, looking around for something. Taehyung knew Jungkook's face routine, so he grabbed Jungkook's moisturizer and handed it to him.

"It's far too early for that, babe," Taehyung said. Jungkook opened the small bottle and put cream on his face. Jungkook nodded. "I know. We talked about this, remember? No children before we're 28-"

"35," Taehyung said at the same time. Jungkook looked at him and then frowned. "28," Jungkook repeated.

"30." Taehyung tried. Jungkook rubbed the cream in small circles on his skin and pierced his eyes at the man. "29." Jungkook compromised. Taehyung sighed and agreed.

"How many?" Taehyung asked. Jungkook looked at him through the mirror, and then looked down shyly, looking for his comb. "You know how many," Jungkook said.

"I know. But I love hearing you talk about it." Taehyung said, hands wrapping around Jungkook's waist. Jungkook looked at him in their reflection, and then bit his lip.

"2 children. One girl, one boy. The girl older, hopefully." Jungkook said. Taehyung looked up and met eyes with him.

"Mhm. We'd move into a proper house in a nice neighborhood and send them to the best school. Not a boarding school." Taehyung said.

"Absolutely not. I've seen the shit kids do in boarding schools. I'm not doing that to our kids. If my child ever meets someone like you then I'll be so upset-" Jungkook shuddered, unable to finish his sentence. "I can't. No boarding school ever."

"What the fuck," Taehyung said, blinking. "I'm literally married to you."

"Okay we're not fucking married, stop telling people that," Jungkook mumbled. "You told that woman on the bus we were married. Your coach thinks we're married. You told my mom that we're married-"

"We are, basically! We don't need to do some big ceremony. We're already ready to spend the rest of our lives together, aren't we? Do we really need a label to seal that? Labels are so annoying." Taehyung said.

"Deja vu," Jungkook muttered to himself. "And yes, I want a label. Husbands. Jeon Taehyung sounds so-"

"Gross. Kim Jungkook sounds better." Taehyung said, slapping his butt. Jungkook huffed. "I know. I just wanted to say it to piss you off."

"Seriously, though. This whole marriage thing is a scam. Like, I'm in love with you and want to be with you forever. You know that. I know that. I don't think I need a ring to prove it to you."

"I know, Taehyung." Jungkook said, looking at him. "You say it all the time. Now I need to go to work, or I'll get late." Jungkook said with a smile and then walked out.

Taehyung sighed to himself. "Fine. I'll hit the gym again." Taehyung said, walking out of the bathroom. "Do you want me to cook tonight or order in?"

"Whatever you want, babe," Jungkook said, finding his folders and bag. "But don't you dare cook tonight."

"Then why did you-? Fine." Taehyung said. Jungkook gathered his things and walked out of the bedroom. Taehyung walked out as well. "Have fun at work, baby."

Jungkook turned around before walking away and ran up to him. Taehyung got startled when Jungkook hugged him tightly. Taehyung hugged him back, chuckling. "Relax, pumpkin. I'm not going anywhere,"

"I know. I love you. I'll see you tonight." Jungkook said, then kissed Taehyung deeply. Taehyung kissed back, and Jungkook pulled away. "Go to the gym. But shower when you come back, okay? And don't leave your gym bag in the bedroom, put it in the laundry room. And don't make your coffee too hot, last time you burnt your tongue-"

Taehyung chuckled. "I'll be fine, Kookie. You don't have to stress so much." Taehyung tsked. Jungkook nodded, cupping his jaw.

"I know. Sorry." Jungkook said, hugging him tightly. "Can you fuck me when I'm back please?"

Taehyung shushed him and kissed his jaw. "Of course, baby. Don't get worked up. I love you too." Taehyung said in a hushed tone. Jungkook nodded, blushing lightly.

Jungkook tended to get anxious before going to work because the perfectionist in him worried he was messing everything up and could get fired any second. Taehyung promised him that's not how it worked, but Jungkook worried himself anyway. Jungkook didn't like losing control like this, especially in work-related aspects. So he trusted on Taehyung to calm him down. And Taehyung always did.

Jungkook left after, and Taehyung sighed to himself. He doesn't know how he got so fucking lucky. He'd trade the whole world for Jungkook.

Taehyung heard his phone ding, it was sitting on the kitchen breakfast bar. Taehyung walked up to it and picked it up. His lock scream was a picture Jungkook mid-giggle which Jimin took.

Taehyung unlocked his phone, his password still Jungkook's birthday, and then saw the text he got.

Coach You did it. You got into the Seoul Korean national football team.

Taehyung froze.

His eyes widened. His breath stopped. Taehyung looked into his phone for 7 seconds and then screamed.

The first thing he did was fumble with his phone and rang Jimin's number. Taehyung put it on his ear hastily, and Jimin picked up after 4 rings.

"What's up dudebro." Jimin said through the line.

"Jimin!" Taehyung squealed. Taehyung heard Jimin flinch through the phone. "You need to help me. Today. Right now. Right fucking now."

"What? Why?"

"I-I need your help. I need to go ring shopping. Right now."

Taehyung's been putting on a front for about like hmmmmmm 3 years now that he doesn't want to get married and doesn't like big ceremonies or anything. False. Taehyung's been envisioning their wedding day since Jungkook and he started dating.

But Taehyung wanted it to be a surprise to Jungkook, and more, a sort of thanks to Jungkook for how much he's helped Taehyung over the years. And that would only happen when the confirmation came that Taehyung got into the South Korean national team.

This has been Taehyung's dream since the beginning of time. Now he could fucking play in the World Cup and stuff. That was insane. Taehyung squealed by the thought of it (never out loud).

Finally, after months of waiting, it happened. So here he was, outside Tiffanys & Co, with Jimin and Eka on either side of him.

"Get him the biggest fattest diamond ring," Eka said, looking at the store's sign.

"Jungkook won't like that. It's a lot of money." Taehyung said.

"What the fuck are you a footballer for?"

"I don't know! But now that I'm part of the team, I'll probably earn a fuck-ton!" Taehyung snipped. Eka stepped on his foot. Taehyung stepped on hers.

"Stop," Jimin said, stepping in between them. "Let's step inside. I know Jungkook the best so I'll decide on what to buy."

"I've literally lived with him for 5 years."

"Irrelevant and invalid. I'm his best friend. He tells me shit you don't even know about." Jimin said, and then looked and Taehyung. "By the way- dog ears? Seriously?"

"Shut the fuck up, Jimin. Eka, stop him." Taehyung said quickly.

"Jimin if you don't stop talking I won't send you nudes," Eka said. Jimin looked at her. "We're literally dating. I see you naked all the time. Plus, you never send me nudes."

"Let's go inside," Taehyung said, and then walked into the store. He stepped in and took a deep breath. Oh god. There were rings everywhere. Taehyung looked to Jimin and Eka, who were singing some Ariana Grande song about rings or whatever while looking like fools.

"Stop embarrassing me. I'm going to become an adult."

"Taehyung you're 23."

Taehyung ignored Jimin and walked to one of the cases filled with beautiful diamond rings. He imagined them on Jungkook's delicate, pretty fingers. None seemed... right. They were all too big or too wonky or too... meh.

"One 6 carat princess cut diamond engagement ring with a rose gold ring please," Eka said to the man behind the display.

Taehyung frowned at her. "No, Eka. That's too much."

"Not for Jungkook. It's for me." Eka huffed. Jimin reached up behind the black haired girl and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"This one will look so pretty on you," Jimin said softly, looking at the ring in display in front of them, brushing the pad of his thumb on her fingers. Eka turned a bit, a faint blush on her cheeks as she saw Jimin place his chin on her shoulder.

"Y-you think?" Eka asked softly. Jimin smiled, looking at her. "Of course. Everything looks pretty on you."

Eka kissed him gently, and Jimin kissed back. Eka pulled away, their lips brushing together. "Do you wanna get married?"

"Yeah," Jimin whispered, looking at her sleek black eyes, long eyelashes. Eka smiled.

Taehyung cleared his throat. "You guys are so fucking gay. Get off each other. This is for my engagement. Do this for each other later." Taehyung snapped. The man working in the store looked at them in confusion.

"Wait, sir, are you the one here to buy the ring?" The man asked. Taehyung nodded with a sigh. "Oh. Great! What is she like, the one you're buying the ring for?"

"He." Jimin corrected, still holding Eka in his arms. The man gulped. "Sorry. What is he like?"

"He's..." Taehyung trailed, and then tapped on the glass, suddenly feeling abashed by everyone looking at him, waiting keenly for an answer. "I don't know. He's perfect." Taehyung breathed out. "He's sweet, he's delicate, he's gentle, but he can be brash when he wants to. And he makes sure everyone knows not to overstep his kindness. He's feisty, sometimes a little sassy, sometimes a little opinionated- but I love that about him. He doesn't let anyone overstep him. He's beautiful, he cares so much about m-me- and everything around him that matters. He's the nicest person I've ever met. The most beautiful boy in the world. He's simple but extravagant. H-he's waited patiently for me for years because he loves me too much sometimes. I'll put him over anything in the world."

Taehyung took a deep breath. He didn't even realize he was rambling. He looked up, and Jimin, Eka, and the man working in the store looked at him with big eyes. Taehyung gulped. "Sorry. Did you want to know, like, his favorite tv show or something?"

"N-no. That was perfect. Let me find you the ring." The man said, before rushing off to the side of the store. Eka smiled at him.

"You're such a cutie, Tae. Remember when you 'hated' him?"

"I've kind of blocked out the memory of myself when I thought I was 'straight' from my memory," Taehyung said. Jimin giggled.

"Don't do that. It'll remind you of how much you've grown, and how you'll continue to do so." Jimin said. Eka sighed, flopping her back onto his shoulder.

"You're so smart," Eka whined softly. Jimin kissed her forehead.

The worker finally came back with a few boxes. He opened the first one, showing it to Taehyung. "This is 3 carats-"

"It's too much." Taehyung mumbled. "I need something- something pretty, and delicate, and eye-catching- which stands out. Like my Jungkookie." Taehyung said.

"That's so fucking cute." The man working in the store blurted. Taehyung widened his eyes. "Sorry. See this one," The man said, opening another box.

"Too small," Taehyung said.

"That's what she said." Eka laughed, and Jimin looked at her. Eka patted his cheek. "Not to you," She reassured. Jimin smiled.

Taehyung was way too picky throughout.

"Too many details." "Not enough details." "Too dull." "Too shiny." "Jungkook wouldn't like it."

The poor man working there gave up. He had, like, 40 boxes full of rings open. Taehyung looked between them. Jimin and Eka picked through some and told Taehyung they could work. Taehyung didn't like them.

Taehyung sighed, walking away. Was he thinking too much about this? Maybe a part of him was nervous. Nervous that Jungkook didn't want to marry Taehyung? But why wouldn't he? Taehyung's uncertain anxiousness was getting him nowhere. Taehyung turned around to look at the store manager, but then saw a glittering ring in the corner of a display.

Taehyung walked up to it and imagined it on Jungkook's finger. Jungkook's cheeks would turn pink, his eyes would widen, and he would smile brightly. Taehyung's heart paced faster. Even after years and years, Jungkook made Taehyung feel like a smitten dumb 17-year-old in love for the first time.

"This one," Taehyung said, pointing at it. Jimin and Eka and the store boy came to see it. "I want this one."

"It's so pretty! Koo will love it," Eka said, eyes glittering at the thought. Jimin smiled as well. "Yeah! It's perfect."

Taehyung smiled at them, and then at the store guy, who grinned. "Sure thing, sir! I'll give it to you in a pretty blue box." The man said and then took it out of the display to take it away.

"When are you going to propose?" Jimin asked. Taehyung sighed. "I-I'm not sure yet. But there are just a few more things I need to do before I propose." Taehyung said decidedly, looking down.

Later that night, Taehyung hid the blue box perfectly in a place Jungkook would never find. He ordered some Chinese food from down the street and realized he hadn't gone to the gym like he promised Jungkook he would. So while waiting, Taehyung did, like, 50 pushups.

Jungkook walked into the bedroom while Taehyung was on his 49th pushup. Taehyung did his last one and then huffed, getting up. He saw Jungkook by the door, pouting slightly.

"Hey babe, what's up?" Taehyung asked, breathing heavily. Jungkook trotted over to him and latched his arms around Taehyung's neck, kissing his lips.

"My boss yelled at me..." Jungkook squeaked. Taehyung gripped his waist for a second, and ten left Jungkook's hold, yanked open the drawer of the desk, and took out a knife. "What the fuck did he say to-"

"Why do you always have a knife with you!!! Anyways, it was my fault mainly. Don't worry, please." Jungkook reassured. Taehyung put the knife down. Jungkook leaned up to him. "You're still ready to beat someone up for hurting me, Tae?"

"Of course, baby. I'll hurt someone who even puts a finger on you. But- I mean- probably not your boss. He's kind of scary." Taehyung said sheepishly. Jungkook giggled, kissing his lips.

"You're so cute. Let's eat and then shower and then sex." Jungkook said. Taehyung nodded, grinning.

They ate and then showered and then sex.

They both ate the lo mien and drank beer. Jungkook burped after drinking all of it and then put his hand over is mouth, giggling. Taehyung kissed his cheek because he thought it was the cutest thing ever.

Then they showered. Taehyung pinned Jungkook to the shower wall and kissed his neck. "Remember when I did this to you back during our first times?"

"You were fucking bold. I don't know how you had so much confidence. You came into the shower, saw me naked, lied to me about the other showers not working, yanked your own towel off and then accused me of being gay."

"So fucking cringe." Taehyung shuddered. "But, yeah, I was bold because you were always so cute and looked at me funny. So I thought you'd be into it."

"You were hot," Jungkook said. Taehyung frowned. "Was??"

"M'kidding. You're the hottest." Jungkook reassured. "Hottest guy in football. You're gonna have sooo many fangirls when you join the national team, Tae." Jungkook pouted.

"Too bad I like your dick instead," Taehyung said brashly. Jungkook burst into giggles.

After a warm shower, Taehyung left early to let Jungkook prep for sexy times. Taehyung dried his hair with a towel and hung it around his neck, looking at the black roots which were creeping in from his grey hair. Taehyung ignored it and went to the bedroom, dried, and sat down on the bed.

Jungkook came later, fully naked and shaved, which Taehyung drooled over. Taehyung was quick to pin him down and finger him open, see him writhing and crying for more. They'd had sex a thousand times, but still found it more enjoyable every time they did it.

Taehyung fucked Jungkook while Jungkook was on his front, ass in the air. Jungkook just whined and begged for more, voice high and airy as it got when he got fucked. Taehyung knew exactly where to fuck him, where to pinch him, where to kiss him. He knew Jungkook too well.

"Pretty petal," Taehyung said after pulling out, cumming inside the condom. "Prettiest flower."

"Taehyunggg," Jungkook whimpered. Taehyung cleaned Jungkook up with a tissue and chucked it to the side, deciding to clean it up later. He tucked himself behind Jungkook, throwing his arm over him, holding him close.

"I love you baby." Jungkook said softly. Taehyung kissed his shoulder. "Love you too." Taehyung replied.

Jungkook played with his fingers. Taehyung kissed his neck, the back of his ear, his temple. Taehyung pulled away from him, and then squeezed his waist. "Goodnight." He said gently, and they went to sleep.

///

Taehyung did it. After 6 years, he did it.

The day before the proposal, Taehyung drove to his dad's office building which was 45 minutes away from where he lived. He went into the building, ignoring the woman at the front desk asking who he was, and went straight to the 20th floor where his father worked. Taehyung reached the floor and walked to the CEO's office.

He pushed open the door and walked in. His father, hair whiter than it was years ago, more wrinkles, looked at Taehyung and then stopped. "I'll call you back," He gruffed in his smoker's voice to the person on the other end, before cutting the call.

"After years of being absent, you decide to show up like this?" Taehyung's father asked, snickering.

"Don't act foolish. You know why I wanted to leave you. I'm not here to ask for anything. Not for money, or respect, or your love. Nothing. I know I'll get none of it from you. I'll resent you forever." Taehyung spat. His father looked at him, not saying anything.

"I just need you to know." Taehyung said lowly, eyes darkened. "I need you to know you made life living hell for me. I need you to know that sending me away from you was the best thing you've done for me. I need you to know that- t-that mom was the sweetest- most amazing person ever and she didn't fucking deserve you," Taehyung let out the last part weakly, eyes close to welling up.

Taehyung's father stood up, frowning. "What are you saying?"

"Mom. If she w-was here, she would've told you herself. But she can't. So I will, for her. You're terrible. A terrible man, a horrible father, and an even worse husband. You h-hurt her. Why? Why did you hurt her? She never did anything to you! She never said anything! A-all she ever did was try and protect me," Taehyung cried.

"Back when you were a child, Taehyung, I used to get drunk too often. And in those instances, I would hurt your mother. But I loved her, you should know that-"

"You didn't." Taehyung said, not wanting to feel like a child, but feeling close to it with how his voice wavered. "And if you d-did, then mom didn't love you. She wanted to leave. She only stayed f-for me."

Taehyung's father looked down. "I know."

Taehyung took a deep breath, a hatred growing deeper inside of him by seeing the old man. "Doesn't matter. The reason I came here was to tell you that I've been with someone for 6 years now, and I'm going to propose tomorrow."

Taehyung's father looked at him. "What? That's... that's good news."

"Not for long." Taehyung snickered, regaining a bit of his strength. "You remember when you came to my school? Called me a fag? Slapped me?" Taehyung asked, eyes glinting red. "It was 6 years ago, but you must remember."

"I was only trying to teach you how wrong what you were doing was, Taehyung-" His father began. Taehyung laughed.

"You didn't teach me well enough." Taehyung said dryly. His father frowned. "It's him. That boy you saw. Jungkook."

His father froze, eyes widening. "What? How- how can you when I told you-"

"Why the fuck would I care about what you told me??" Taehyung snapped, growing louder, a suppressed anger deep inside of him finally letting out. "It didn't matter then, and it doesn't now. Because I'm still a 'fag'. And I'm in love with him. And I'm going to ask him to marry me tomorrow."

"What??" His father burst, vein thickening in his neck. "Are you insane? This could ruin your career, Taehyung. It could ruin-"

"Doesn't matter. I got into the national football team. I think I'm fine career wise. And I'll probably retire earlier than you, who's still working when he's 90 or something." Taehyung said.

"Don't talk to me this way. You know who's more important than all these partners and friends? Family. I'll be there when you don't have anyone-"

"I'll be fine, dad." Taehyung snapped, walking to the door. Before walking out, he looked at his father. "Don't come to the wedding. Don't congratulate me. Don't give me anything. I have an amazing boyfriend, who I'll create a family with, and in-laws who care for me. Thanks to you, I have friends who are more to me than family will be." Taehyung said.

"Taehyung don't do this to yourself." Taehyung's father said lowly, from behind his desk.

"I'm only making myself happy." Taehyung raised, looking at his father. "I don't care for you. I don't want to see you again. Besides, for what anyone cares, I was orphaned when I was 12." Taehyung said, before walking out of his office.

Taehyung let out a breath, a weight lifting off his shoulders that seems to be there since he was a preteen. Finally, he could relax. It didn't matter anymore. He could be happy in peace.

///

"Why're we here so early?" Jungkook grumbled.

The two stood outside their highschool gates, peering inside. On a large banner, it read REUNION DINNER IN CAFETERIA! as it there was a highschool reunion for Jungkook and Taehyung's graduating class. Jungkook was excited to meet up with all his old friends.

"Shit, babe. I thought it started at 7." Taehyung said. Jungkook looked at him. "It starts at 8! Dummie." Jungkook said, hitting his leg. "Our taxi left, too. Now we're stuck here."

They'd taken a train all the way to Busan, then a taxi to their boarding school. Taehyung wrapped his arm around Jungkook's waist. "Don't be upset. Let's go in and reminisce." Taehyung said. Jungkook sighed dramatically, agreeing.

They walked into the gates and Taehyung instantly went towards the football field. Taehyung saw a football lying around and let out a sound of excitement, running around, hitting it to the goal post, smiling when it went in perfectly like always. Jungkook smiled at him.

"You do this for a living, and still love it every time. It's so cute." Jungkook said. Taehyung looked at him.

Taehyung was yet to break the news about the acceptance into the national team. Taehyung smiled. "Yeah! Well, I missed this field. I spent every day of 4 years here, almost. Simpler times, when being a captain was easy as fuck." Taehyung grumbled.

"It's okay. High school art is a lot easier too." Jungkook said, pouting. Taehyung walked up to him, kissing his cheek. He hugged him from the back.

"Remember we made out on the benches there." Jungkook said, pointing at the benches in the far giddily. Taehyung grinned. "Yeah. Remember when we had a fight there and then went behind to that shed?"

Jungkook giggled. "We used to practice football here and I used to think you were the worst because you called me a fairy once for wearing shorts."

"You're a cute fairy." Taehyung said. Jungkook rolled his eyes, leaning into his chest. They both looked at the field for a few more seconds. Jungkook smiled suddenly.

"Remember the last game you played before graduating? I was standing on the side, cheering you on and stuff? That was amazing. The whole school was there. You scored 7 times." Jungkook said.

"My highest record. M'pretty sure there's a picture of me hung on a wall somewhere in the school." Taehyung said cockily, to which Jungkook pinched his chin.

"C'mon, let's go." Taehyung said, taking his hand. Jungkook was confused as to where they were headed, but Taehyung dragged him and Jungkook found himself in the boy's locker room. Jungkook gasped.

"Ohhh, they repainted the walls! Look how much cleaner everything is! Ewww, no, they removed that penis Jackson scratched onto the lockers. Aw! Jimin scratched out our names on the bench over here because Jaebum used to keep taking our places." Jungkook babbled.

Taehyung looked around the locker rooms, sighing. "God, the amount of shit that took place here. I fucked you over here," Taehyung said, pointing at the floor. "And there," Taehyung pointed into the showers. "And there," Taehyung said, pointing at another shower. "And there," Taehyung said, pointing at the lockers. "And-"

Taehyung wasn't listening. He walked over to Jungkook and slapped his ass. "Remember when we fucked on the floor?" Taehyung asked cheekily, looking at Jungkook. "Wanna do it again?"

Jungkook blinked. "Absolutely fucking not. That was the most unhygienic thing ever. I'm 23 now." Jungkook snapped. "17 year old me would let you fuck me in the bathroom of a mall."

"17 year old you literally let me do that."

"Oh my god, I forgot. Why were we so gross??"

"We were just horny." Taehyung shrugged. "I think it's cute. You think any kids fuck here after we're gone?"

"Ew. I don't want to think about that." Jungkook said, frowning. "No one's allowed to be gay but us."

"That's fair." Taehyung nodded. Jungkook laughed. Taehyung grabbed his hand and took him out of the locker rooms. Jungkook followed after him, couldn't help but notice how excited the man was.

They both walked towards the school building. Both looked into old classrooms and giggled, remembering old stories and funny things teachers did. They went past the hallways. They couldn't go into the dorm buildings, as that was locked- but thinking about the small closets and uncomfortable beds brought back tons of memories.

"The art room!" Jungkook suddenly squealed. "Remember that? Can we go see it, Tae?"

"Of course we can, baby. I would love to. I wonder if anyone ever found it after we did." Taehyung said, following Jungkook towards the upper floors.

Jungkook hummed. "I kind of hope not. I put so many things in there. I cried when I had to leave it. It was my haven. I miss it." Jungkook said with a sigh. "She was so comforting."

"She?"

"The art room."

"Why are you assigning it a gender?"

"Because I can."

Taehyung snickered, following Jungkook in the 4th floor. Jungkook was in a yellow shirt and faded jeans, while Taehyung was wearing a black shirt and blue jeans. Taehyung saw Jungkook walk into the art room, and went after him.

Jungkook gasped. "O-oh," Jungkook let out. The moonlight was streaming in through the windows, falling onto the table in the middle like it always did. Splatters of paint littered the brown oak, along with the floor and walls. Jungkook smiled widely when he saw the room cluttered with his old paintings and words he didn't find good enough to take back home.

"Look! It- it's all my stuff!" Jungkook said. He closed the white door, and then saw 'J.K' scribed onto it, along with a '+ V' in bad handwriting. Jungkook giggled.

Jungkook stepped towards the shelves with the paint. "That's the painted pillows and tapestry that we... had sex against once. And that's where I did all my art. Ooh- these are the brushes I used! God, these are old as fuck. No one found this place after me, it seems! I love that. It's my room, Tae!" Jungkook gushed, looking at the ceiling. "Maybe they can name it after me. Or, well, not. I hope some lonely art student finds it in the future and creates memories in here. Don't you, Tae?" Jungkook said, turning around.

Jungkook froze. His eyes widened, pretty pink lips falling apart. His eyes grew of moonlike glitters, sparkling like they always did in the night light.

Taehyung was on one knee, with a blue box in his hand, looking up at Jungkook. He smiled. "Hey," Taehyung said.

"T-Tae?" Jungkook let out, already feeling close to tears. "What a-are you-"

"Jungkook," Taehyung said softly. "I just wanted to tell you-" Taehyung began, and Jungkook's heart beated really fast. Taehyung looked at him for a second, looking uncertain. Jungkook took in the silence. Taehyung opened his mouth, and then let out the loudest fucking sneeze.

Jungkook screamed and stepped back. "God, Tae! You scared me!"

"I'm sorry! Fuck, it's dusty in here." Taehyung sniffled, wiping his nose with his cuff. "God, shit. Sorry. Wait, let me do that again. Jungkook? I wanted you to know that-" Taehyung sneezed again.

"Oh, babe. I told you to put a jacket on this morning." Jungkook said, stepping closer to him. Jungkook brought his chin up, looking into his eyes. "Look. Your eyes are all red and puffy. You're sick, Taehyung! Listen to me next time." Jungkook huffed, stroking his jaw lightly.

Taehyung looked at him for a few seconds, and then smiled fondly, gradually. He put his hand on Jungkook's. "I love you so much." Taehyung whispered.

Jungkook looked at him, and then brought his hands back, blushing gently. "Sometimes, when I see you, I can't help but stop and stare for a while. You're perfect, Kookie, and you always make me smile-" Taehyung said, and then stopped, eyes big. "Yo, holy fuck I just rhymed." Taehyung started laughing. "Holy shit! I could rap this shit. Oh my god, should I have written a rap for this? Wait-"

"No!" Jungkook cried, hands against his mouth. "Taehyung. Shut up, oh my god. Just keep saying what you were saying earlier."

"Okay okay, sorry. The thing is, Kookie, that I thought this intense love I have for you would fade away after a bit. But it hasn't. And it never will. Because- being with you, it just makes me so- so happy. Even when you're laughing or sad or snappy-" Taehyung began, and then started laughing. "I rhymed again!!! Check me the fuck out. DJ V out in the streets-"

"STOP!" Jungkook said, and then got tears in his eyes. "Holy crap, Tae. I fucking love you so fucking much. I'm going to start crying."

"Don't cry! Let me propose first! Oh fuck, I spoiled it. Damn it. I shouldn't have told you."

"You're literally down on one knee and have a blue ring box in your hand. I think I knew you were going to propose."

"Maybe I just want to look at your feet."

"Taehyung I swear to fucking god if you got down on one knee to look at my feet I'll-"

"Jungkook!" Taehyung burst. Jungkook paused, looking down at Taehyung. "I'm really fucking nervous, okay? You're the love of my life and I want to spend each moment with you until death do us part. Which never will! I won't let you die before me!"

"It doesn't work like that, babe." Jungkook sniffled.

"It will! You're immortal. I love you. Fuck, I'm so nervous. WOW. It's hot in here. Oh my GOD." Taehyung sneezed. "Fuck what-"

"Tae," Jungkook said, getting down on his knees in front of the boy. "You-" Jungkook began, and then pressed their foreheads together. "I-I love you so much, Tae. You don't know. You don't know how much I love you. This right here is why I love you."

Taehyung smiled at him. "Seriously? You love me?"

"Taehyung we've been together for 6 years."

"I know but sometimes I feel like MAYBE we're still friends or something."

"WHAT?"

"I'm kidding! Fuck. Sorry. Sometimes I get nightmares of bulbasaur eating my legs. Jungkook!" Taehyung yelped, eyes wide. "I'm scared."

"Why?" Jungkook asked, cupping his jaw, eyes wide as well. Taehyung looked at him closely.

"Because-" Taehyung began, and then gulped. "Because you're so fucking beautiful. I get scared sometimes, that I don't deserve you. But- but I love you so much. I felt so lost when I was 17. I was an asshole, confused, scared. I hadn't been happy s-since my mom..." Taehyung trailed. Jungkook looked at him, his own eyes filling with tears. "But then I... I started being around you? A-and suddenly, I felt... whole again. You were like the- the sunlight in my darkest days." Taehyung whispered. Jungkook smiled a little, tear falling from his eyes.

"I should be a songwriter." Taehyung said. Jungkook giggled. "Y-you really should." Jungkook sniffled.

Taehyung looked at him for a few seconds, looking lost in his eyes. Jungkook blinked. "Babe? A-aren't you gonna propose?"

"Oh shit, I forgot. Fuck! Thank god you reminded me. I would've straight up walked out of here, too. Dumbass." Taehyung muttered. He patted Jungkook's thigh, and Jungkook stood up again, smiling.

Taehyung fixed his posture, and then slowly, but surely, popped the blue box open. Jungkook's eyes grew really big, and a big smile reached his face, pink hue on his cheeks and nose, looking happier than ever. Taehyung smiled as well.

"Jungkook? Baby?" Taehyung asked softly, barely getting the words out. "Will you marry me?"

"Yes!" Jungkook squealed, grinning widely. "Yes! Yes yes yes! I will! Forever! I love you!" Jungkook said, getting down and hugging Taehyung tightly. Taehyung hugged him back, pressing their lips together. Jungkook kissed him lovingly, deep, slow.

Jungkook felt tears rushing down his face and pulled away from the messy kiss, and put his hand forward. Taehyung took the ring and slipped it past Jungkook's fourth finger, smiling a boxy smile that Jungkook adored. Jungkook kissed his lips, and Taehyung wrapped his arms around Jungkook's waist, kissing him back.

Jungkook pulled away. He looked at the ring. "Oh, babe, it's gorgeous. I love it so much." Jungkook said gently. Taehyung smiled. "Really?"

"Yeah. It's beautiful. It must've costed a ton..." Jungkook trailed, gulping.

"Oh, don't worry. Money won't be a problem. I got into the Seoul Korean football team, so, yeah." Taehyung mumbled.

Jungkook looked at the ring, and then at Taehyung. He blinked for a few seconds, and then screamed. "WHAT?!"

Taehyung got startled at his voice and gripped his waist. Jungkook was on his lap. "Sorry for not telling you. I just wanted to keep it a surprise. Isn't it great?"

"TAEHYUNG YOU'RE GOING TO BE SO RICH!" Jungkook said loudly. Taehyung rose his eyebrow. Jungkook sighed. "Your money isn't the only reason I'm marrying you. Your dick's also kinda big."

"Mhm. Kinda?" Taehyung said, wiggling his eyebrow. "You love me, baby."

"I really do." Jungkook said, snuggling to his neck. "And I'm so fucking proud of you, Taehyungie. I knew you'd make it this far. You're amazing. I'll be there every match, wearing your jersey, cheering you on." Jungkook said.

"You always have been." Taehyung said softly, kissing his forehead. "I can't wait."

Jungkook smiled at him, looking up. "Promise you'll only sign my tits after games? No fangirls?"

"I'll try." Taehyung sighed dramatically. Jungkook giggled, hitting his chest. Taehyung smiled fondly, and they kissed again. Jungkook kissed him until they toppled onto the floor, side by side.

"We always end up on the floor." Jungkook said, smiling.

"It's meant to be." Taehyung said cheesily, and Jungkook laughed.

Jungkook grabbed his shirt and kissed his lips, feeling the familiar taste of Taehyung, his first love. Taehyung threw his arm around his waist, kissing the boy again, the sweet taste of his most previous baby, his only love. Forever. They kissed, full of love.

So, so so full of love. And so it would remain, until death does them part.

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borathae · 4 years

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What do you imagine the characters to look like? I’m a visual person I didn’t know if you had any pics for inspiration !! Love tequila sunrise xo

Gosh I love questions like that 🥺 yes I do have some pics for reference, they are not 100% accurate as a few more tattoos and piercings are missing, but they come very close to how I personally imagine the guys 👀 also, no kidding I just spent my entire day looking for the best pictures and editing them 🤧

Jungkook

Our main man. Has a sleeve tattoo all up his right arm and all the way down to his knuckles. Tattoo on right ribs and has a small tattoo of a throne on his left thigh (so he can tell the ladies “to take a seat”, this man istg) Has five more piercings on his left ear & wants to one day have his ear pierced all the way up (will probably even do it himself cause he’s a freak). Also has both his nipples pierced.

Taehyung

Actually pretty spot on to how I imagine him. Tattoo on his neck spans all the way down to his heart. Has his tongue & frenulum pierced, yes you read the second part right. If it’s hot, he likes to put his hair into either a loose bun or get it out of his face with a bandana.

Yoongi

Has his ears, nose and lip pierced. Also his tongue to make his favourite activity even more fun aye. Neck tattoo stretches all the way down to his chest and back & continues there. Wants to one day ink his arms up too, but didn’t have the time to do so yet. Not afraid to wear make-up because he knows how good his eyes look in dark eyeliner.

Jimin

Smokey eyes for days and he bloody rocks it. No tattoos, but wouldn’t say no to them if chances arise. Has a big collection of clothes & jewellery he likes to show off on a daily. Also never really keeps one haircolour for long.

Hoseok

Secretly a lover for rock & grunge. No tattoos because he is too scared of the pain. But got his ears pierced during a drunk adventure with OC & Jimin. When working in his garage changes his fancy clothes to a grey worksuit and some grease on his body. Looks very hot in that look.

Seokjin

Wears bandanas and headbands to keep his hair out of his face when cooking. Wears white shirts, sees them as a challenge to keep tidy in the kitchen (spilled tomato soup all over it once and looked like straight out of a horror movie). Doesn’t have any tattoos because he thinks it would ruin his good boy image, but does have a few piercings from his wilder days.

Namjoon

Our lil author. Got the tattoos back in his wild days. Regrets them a little these days, but everyone always tells him that he looks good. Started wearing make-up when he did research on one of his characters. Most of the time he is barefaced and with his hair down however.

#asks: tequila sunrise #anon #asks #tequila sunrise inspo #jungkook edit #taehyung edit #yoongi edit #jimin edit #hoseok edit #seokjin edit #namjoon edit #bts edit #bangtan edit #sibis edits

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sugar-petals · 6 years

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Sub!BTS: Their Orgasm Faces

a/n. because why not. i have studied some... certain images with great interest and this is the verdict. and well, it’s gotta be subby, too. enjoy the feast 🤓

warnings ⚠️ dom/sub, femdom!reader, humiliation, gimps/latex suits, spanking, breath play, pegging, scent kink, overstimulation

➸ Jimin Massive. Teeth-gritting. Earth-shattering. Climax. Jimin’s luxuriant hair splays all over the sheets when he winds. Jimin cums with his every fibre and rocks the bed frame, whatever leash comes off, it’ll be no surprise whatsoever. With big poufy lips and... a tight jaw. Well, holy shit. And he smells so good, and moans so well, he’s just an all-round o-talent. His veins are impressive enough just to get you on the edge, and you might ask yourself if at one point, is he gonna turn any redder? That’s good blood flow. That means better boners in general. He’s particularly flushed when you edge and torment him with little monikers, or spank his supple ass bright. A lot of formidable options there, anyways. Those gritting teeth have a good reason to be there, lord knows Jimin is a rowdy screamer who can barely contain his satoori and crying your name. And yeah, smelling so good, can’t repeat that enough, roses, balmy and sweet, so enchanting and graceful, even.

➸ Taehyung What on earth could it be. First, what do we have. Let’s make some calculations. The most harmonious facial features in the world (according to that plastic surgeon in Brazil). Alright. Also, a very multifaceted repertoire of dork expressions. Okay. And a cute puppy guy behind all of this. Then, a dash of art and general sophistication, even a touch of idiosyncrasy. Let’s see. That makes a lot of lip bites and licks. Taehyung’s orgasms are always quite jerky and bring out the actor for sure, just imagine how many damn faces he can pull. What you will also see... Taehyung really sweats a lot, maybe not as much as Namjoon by comparison — less surface area anyways — but still, quite a bucket every time you have sex. So you can prepare for a lot of slick and drip on his forehead and neck. Fancy suggestion: Having him wear that bandana and wiping him up with it, or well, attending to his choking kink if you get what I mean.

➸ Jin Yeah that’s true, it’s canon, it’s international, his face is handsome, Jin is hardly eclipsed by anybody, and so it is when he climaxes, case closed. But wait a second. We missed a very important detail that is quite some hidden eye candy. That long swan neck. So dreamy. And have you seen how huge it is. Mother of god. There’s all sorts of things going on there, and not just swallowing hard when his semen makes its way. Okay that was awkwardly put. Anyhow. With that giant Adam’s apple just protruding like it means business. Jin could have just emerged from a flowery hentai. Or one of those pastel magazines where they show you how to DIY your house and garden. There’s no doggy style and reverse cowgirl in for you because you want to see just that. What makes Jin’s o-face so striking happens underneath his soft chin first, then ripples upward. It contorts his lips. Rolls his eyes back before they close, gently. His eyebrows arch. And the best part is when his ears turn red.

➸ Yoongi The short and straightforward answer: Devastatingly scorching. Yoongi goes off like fireworks. The long answer: Need to go on a tangent for a minute. Painting a picture in your mind based on what we’ve seen: When Yoongi eats sour sweets and enjoys it very much. Or when he’s deeply immersed in his rap and counting the seconds one by one, all sweaty, then resurfaces for a breath. The times when he really sits down to munch in silence and bites into something crispy and red hot. You know these expressions. That’s how his o-face looks like. It’s not one face, that’s an entire progression. Yoongi can’t help himself. All these hours in the studio and having to keep an eye whether his pants bulge out or not on stage can make him as desperate and frenzied to just whine and wince and blow up like a bubbling volcano. He also gulps a whole lot — well you just make his mouth water — and if you look closely under his bangs, the corners of his sparkly eyes and nostrils scrunch up.

➸ Hoseok Smiles, laughs, he’s begging for more. Who does he even do that for. The answer is straightforward. You. Hobi knows exactly how much he has to amp up the feeling so it’ll transfer right away. You can admire how sultry he becomes, with pouty lips, and quite overtly sensitive all over, his legs, his chest in particular. Music is probably blasting in the other room so pushing him onto his high propels you even higher with the beat and drums. Better not do that with easily offended neighbors or generally a house with more people than just the two. The maknae line probably tries to get some info out of him already, ‘what on earth are you doing!’ when they get wind of that. Hoseok will try to be polite and tell the kids that you and him just have a good time and not that you’re busy pegging him. Knowing that he’ll just get even louder, perhaps, it’s actually time for a gimp to change things up and zip that toned body up all glossy in latex. Sadly enough, that way, the pout isn’t quite as visible anymore, but you’re working on that.

➸ Namjoon What most people never notice — very well, they are distracted by the voice, the body, the eloquence, his perfection, the general awesomeness of this Ilsan guy et cetera — is the quite flabbergasting variety of Namjoon’s facial expressions. Not even the ones on stage or when he does speeches. The most casual ones. Namjoon is a walking theatre. But the thing is, he knows that. He is keenly aware of his, say, emotional impact. You might actually end up with him moaning into a pillow because it’s all getting a bit intense and embarrassing, that’s what he thinks at least. Namjoon’s orgasms, even when ruined by you so deliciously, are short and heavy. With a huff and even growl. He thinks he’ll end up looking ridiculous. Not today. Maybe he just waited for you to pull him out of his lair to give him some nice hands-on humiliation for the evening. Watching Joon just yell and turn all blushy is just a spectacle.

➸ Jungkook Fair enough. At least he tries. But JK gets overwhelmed so easily, not much of his body and face can stand still. Whatever teasing from your russian roulette of kinky shit you have selected to inflict on him this time won’t give this masochist of a sub just one break. Doesn’t mean he won’t look sugary sweet cumming. It’s a paradox, and that’s outrageous, and sexy, all at once. He’ll look particularly exasperated and large-eyed when you give him a full dose of overstimulation. That poor dick’s not gonna survive that, nor will JK’s brain that already has enough to deal with considering you are so intimate with him, and take care of this bunny — that just won’t compute in his head, he doesn’t think he deserves it either. Well, obviously wrong, and you’ll fuck that out of him. Which will further strain Jungkook’s dick but oh well, sacrifices. That cute o-face is gonna show up in your dreams.

art: The Great Wave off Kanagawa (1829-33) — by Hokusai

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thrift-shop-fiction · 5 years

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Arriba | 1

Pairing: Taehyung x Fem!Reader

Genre: They both own Taco stores the hell kinda genre do I call this.

Warnings: Swearing, Implied Smut/ Future Smut

A/N: The read more IS THERE, but Tumblr sucks so it’s not showing up on mobile for some reason?? I also said this would be up like a billion years ago but guess what? It wasn’t. Sorry about that I guess? Sorry if this is awful, I hope it’ll get better. Hope you enjoy, have an ace day/night :) (feel free to request or ask anything about this or any of my other stuff)

The invigorating aroma of spices and herbs drifted through the sweltering rustic styled kitchen. You swiped a hand across your forehead before continuing to chop onion. “Yo Hoseok, can you open the windows real quick please?”.

“Sure thing, Chef.” The flaming orange haired man skidded towards the cyan and orange windows, and threw them open with a flourish. He sauntered back to his area, where he stirred a pot, arranging succulent chicken marinated in chilli and mint on platters and called over one of your two waiters, Jungkook, to take the plates.

Running a restaurant was stressful, but you got to cook everyday, and it sure as hell payed. Your staff, Jungkook, Namjoon and Hoseok were your best friends. But there was one little thing, or one person for that matter, that never ceased to get on your nerves, and that person was Kim Taehyung.

Taehyung owned the Mexican Korean fusion restaurant across the road from yours. Your restaurant, Quesa Mesa, also being a Mexican, rivalled with Taehyung’s every day, constantly butting heads for the top spot, but always drawing.

If it was just that, you wouldn’t have much of a problem with Taecos, but Taehyung was a condescending prick. He’d had the upper hand when you first started your restaurant, what with his mother, a first generation American-Korean starting the restaurant with his Mexican father thirty years ago, but that soon changed. And if all that wasn’t enough, he was probably the hottest guy you’d ever met.

You had bought the plot, with ideas for your restaurant already crystal clear in your mind, without knowing there was a Mexican directly across. You went along with your plan nonetheless, expecting a healthy rivalry with Taecos, nothing more, nothing less. What you hadn’t expected was all-out war.

At half twelve you locked the doors to Quesa Mesa and skipped down the steps into the almost empty street. And just as you stepped onto the black pavement, another restaurant across the street was being locked by it’s owner.

Taehyung locked eyes with you as soon as he turned around. A smirk settled upon his face as he jogged across the road towards you.

“Y/N, fancy seeing you here.” Taehyung drawled as he leaned on one leg leisurely, smirk still imprinted firmly on his face “ What’s a lady like you doing walking home alone at night?”

You sighed heavily, closing your eyes for a second “Taehyung, get out my way.”

“What’s the magic word, doll?” His eyes sparkled with mirth as they glinted in the artificial yellow light from the street lamps. Tired of his almost daily snarky comments, you shouldered past him. “Woah, woah, woah, a bit feisty today are we?” Taehyung snickered as you stormed down the street.

Turning the corner abruptly you balled your hands into fists as you made your way to your apartment a few blocks away. You should be used to it after two years, but it still annoyed you, and hurt slightly. Once the anger ebbed away, your pace slowed and your hands fell limp at your sides. You had never done anything to him, but all he did was belittle you.

Once inside your cosy apartment, you cracked open a cheap supermarket red wine, pouring it into a glass, you slumped into a seat for a well earned session of miserably contemplating your life choices.

You woke up to the upbeat blast of your phone’s alarm with a sore head, cradling a wine glass. Groaning, you placed a hand on your throbbing head and cracked your neck, looking around to see that you were still in your living room, sitting on your couch with a half empty bottle of wine at your feet.

The blinding blue light of your phone blared into your sleep filled eyes as you read the time, 12:00. Still half asleep, you showered and threw on a pair of jeans and a hoodie haphazardly. The sun shone happily down on the street as you walked. Sunny days usually never failed to put a big smile on your face and send you skipping down the street as you beamed manically, but today a scowl was jammed on your face, hood up and shoulders slumped as you slowly trekked towards your restaurant to pick up a supply delivery.

By the time you rounded the corner you had managed to wrangle your features into a somewhat not psychopathic expression, though a metaphorical thundercloud still hovered above your head. The truck was already there, but was on the other side of the street and you saw Taehyung signing off for his deliveries. Once you were in earshot, your patent scowl appeared again as you listened.

“Yes, you can just leave those here too, I’ll drop them off at Quesa Mesa when the owner arrives.” His face was a picture of innocence and good will, but you could tell in his eyes as he glanced at you for a second that he had ulterior motives.

The driver revved his engines and sped off before you could shout to tell him to stop. Taehyung was still stood outside eyeing you evilly. Crossing the road, you bounded over with a dark and menacing look on your face. You stood in front of him, staring him down as he looked you straight in the eyes with amusement.

“My dear Y/N, may I ask why you are standing outside my restaurant?” his pouty pink lips curved up on one side into a knowing smirk.

“You know full well why I’m here you snake.” you hissed.

“Hmm, I don’t think I do why don’t you elaborate, doll?” a deep chuckle rumbled out from his throat.

“Well you quite clearly have my groceries.” your eyes rolled towards the sky, exasperated.

“The only groceries I have are my own, I can’t believe that you would think that I would do something like that.” Taehyung turned away from you theatrically, placing one hand on his chest and the other he rested daintily on his head “I’ve never done anything to you. I’m hurt, Y/N, I’m hurt.”

“You’re one to talk, aren’t you? I heard you talking to him ‘Yes, you can leave those here too, I’ll drop them off at Quesa Mesa when the owner arrives’” You raised your voice an octave and flapped your hands as you spoke “Well, you know what? If you don’t give me my groceries, I’ll sue you.” Your voice turned icy cold as your eyes bore into him, roaring with flames.

Taehyung swallowed and shuffled backwards slightly “Well, um, I don’t know which ones are yours so you’ll have to find them yourself.” turning on his heel, he speed walked back inside to the dim depths of his unlit restaurant, saloon-style door decorated with intricate cranes and clouds swinging closed behind him.

“Typical.” Sighing, you turned to the jumbled up mountain of crates, each one labelled with a miniscule, almost illegible, sloppy scrawl of either ‘Taecos’ or ‘Quesa Mesa’.

Once you had lugged the last crate over to your brightly coloured restaurant painted in hues of red, orange and yellow, you slumped down on the steps. Sweat trickled down the back of your neck as you panted from exertion. The cloudless blue sky stretched as far as the eye could see, and the blinding sun sat firmly at two o'clock. Why on earth you had decided to wear a thick black hoodie and jeans on a sweltering hot day like this was beyond you.

Feeling like you were going to explode from the heat, you shrugged off your hoodie to reveal your sports bra as you got up to go take the groceries inside. Just when you got up, Taehyung walked out of his door to do the same.

“Fuck.” Taehyung breathed as he stared at your partly exposed back. When you walked inside, he snapped out of his haze, deciding that ogling your sworn enemy, no matter how good-looking they were, was not a good look.

By the time you walked out after putting away the crate’s contents and having a much needed drink of ice cold water, you clapped eyes on a shirtless Taehyung. Your eyes bulged out of their sockets as you stared at his lightly honeyed skin glistened in the heat and his toned back muscles rippled as he lifted a crate and turned around to face you, giving you a view of his golden abs.

Ripping your eyes away, you speedily walked towards your pile of crates to pick one up. Your face was burning red as you avoided Taehyung’s knowing smirk.

“Like what you see doll?” Taehyung spoke, deeper than he normally would, and just slightly louder so you could hear him across the admittedly small and empty street. His eyes were trained on your face, careful not to give in to his desires and let them slip down to your chest, to keep both his composure, and his dignity intact.

You walked inside without swiftly without comment, putting the crate down and slumping beside it, you let out a breath. “What the fuck. Why are the assholes always stacked? It’s bad enough that it’s always that prick that gets me all riled up.” You muttered as you ran a hand through your dampened hair. “God, not only the face of a supermodel, but the body of literal god, and that VOICE, I’m fucking screwed, or actually, I’m not unfortunately.”

“You damn right, he is fine.” You whipped your head around to see Hoseok exaggeratedly fanning himself.

“Did you hear all of that?” Your face reddened once more as you cringed at the thought.

“Mmm hmm, but I do NOT blame you, 11/10 would smash.” Hoseok plonked down his crate and sat beside you “Apart from the attitude, that’s a -1.”

“Thank you, king of the homosexuals, for your extremely valid opinion.” laughing, you both decided to unpack the crates before you went back out, in hopes that Taehyung would no longer be there, and in Hoseok’s words 'save me from looking like the thirstiest gay ever’.

When you did venture back outside however, the odds were not in your favour. Taehyung was still there, picking up his last box, still shirtless and had now donned a white bandana. A bead of sweat dripped down the curve of his sun-kissed bicep, that you hadn’t taken the time to notice before. The two of you rushed back inside as quick as you could with your crates, jumping around and quietly screaming in the pantry like a bunch of teenage girls.

“SWEET JESUS, PLEASE SEX GODS IF YOU DON’T GIVE ME A BONER I’LL SACRIFICE MY NEXT PAY CHEQUE.” Hoseok screamed as he hopped about the room.

“You might wanna sacrifice something else pal.” you chuckled as you walked over to stack items in the fridge.

Turning round, eyes narrowed, Hoseok pointed at you, jokingly “You better not hold me to that, you hoe. Besides, you’re one to talk, your lady boner is pretty damn obvious.”

“Oh fuck off.” Shaking your head with a guffaw you began your duties once more, and your light-hearted friend started to unpack a crate.

“I’m truly flattered that I’m that attractive to you.” You stopped stock still at the sound of a low, melodic voice, dripping with contempt. The two of you whipped around, faces redder than the garish plastic of the crates as your eyes found Taehyung’s triumphant face. His smirk grew even wider as his eyes landed on yours, dropping a snarky wink. He was still wearing what he had been previously, his self-assured stance letting you know he knew what it did to you.

“I was just coming by to ask if you needed any help with carrying your crates in. But it’s great to know your thoughts on my appearance.” A hand came to rest on his hip as his eyes bore into you. Your eyes felt like they were going to pop out of their sockets from the sheer intensity of his gaze, and your face was hot and flushed, though you were unable to rip your eyes away.

“My offer’s still open, you know.” Taehyung’s eyes shone in the warm light as it streamed through the windows, his glittering pupils seemed almost genuine for a second, it was almost as if a halo had surrounded his head, an innocent, child like look was painted softly on his face. Lips falling from their teasing grin to form a soft smile. Just for a moment, he seemed truly happy to help you with your crates, happy to be there with you. But just as soon as it appeared it was gone. You could practically see devil horns sprouting from his skull, as he resumed his prior expression in a hurried manor.

“W-well I’ll take that as a no then. See you darling.” His slight stutter as he begun to speak was almost unnoticeable, quickly covered up by his signature drawl. With a wink he disappeared around the corner, a little to quickly, and bounded across the street.

Hoseok let out a dramatic sigh, and pressing the back of his hand to his forehead, promptly fell flat on the floor. You quickly followed in joining his starfish pity party, though the look on Taehyung’s face still lingered in your mind.

The night passed with more hiccups than usual, mainly on your part. Your thoughts had been preoccupied with Taehyung, you just hadn’t been able to shake his expression from your head. After burning onions for the third time, Hoseok suggested you take a break for a bit, which you gladly did, and stayed behind to wash up as an apology.

You were shaken from your thoughts by a low, dulcet, and somewhat familiar voice from across the street. There was a man handing a walking stick to a frail old woman, he looked to be in his early twenties, and had big, brown eyes brimming with affection and wonder, his mouth curved into a toothy box smile and his eyes crinkled up as the woman thanked him. His unruly walnut coloured hair bobbed up and down as he bowed slightly to her.

No matter how familiar everything about him seemed, you couldn’t quite put a finger on who it was. No. It couldn’t be. Skeptically, your eyes traced his features, growing mortified as you realised who the man, that was now staring right at you, was. Kim Taehyung jumped as he realised he had let his guard down, and quickly morphed his face into the oh so familiar smirk.

“Night babe.” He snickered before sauntering off down the street, turning the corner abruptly.

Who the hell was Taehyung?

And why was he only a prick to you?

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alluremin · 6 years

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the bad in each other, character profiles

Y/N

23 years old

Quick-witted and incredibly smart, but stubborn

Calls the shots most of the time and always makes sure her “family” is taken care of, usually puts herself to the wayside

Fiercely overprotective of Jae; reminds her of her little brother

Kate is her best friend, they were roommates in college and have known each other since high school; like sisters

weapons of choice: semi-automatic Winchester shotgun, Glock 19, tactical knife

Kate

23 years old

Kind of a neurotic mess, but she makes it through

Also overprotective of Jae

Always wearing her lucky beanie, it saved her once when a stiff tried to take a chunk out of her head

it has a giant tear in it, claims it will bring in the ladies

somehow she still acts like she’s high and it’s been a year since the infection hit

weapons of choice: two Ruger SR9s, tactical knife, a police baton (nobody knows where she found it)

Jae

13 years old

Smart and quick on his feet

Shy around people he’s not familiar with, but fierce when it comes to the dead

Tall and lanky for his age

Won’t let anybody cut his hair, wears a bandana to push it back

Loves to read, even under the circumstances

Weapons of choice: Springfield XD handgun

Jungkook

22 years old

Kind of an asshole, but protective of those he cares about

Funny, smart, and kind once you break through his hard exterior

Tattoos cover his arms, has a few on his chest and one on the right side of his neck

He and his brother Seokjin haven’t been with a group since the very beginning, preferring to stick to themselves

weapons of choice: anything he can swing (axe, sledgehammer, bat), Ruger SR9 handgun

Seokjin

27 years old

Unlike Jungkook, he still believes in the best in people

Still has a sense of humor and acts positively

Has tattoos like his brother, but not even close to as many, and most of them are drunken mistakes (he has a smiley face tramp stamp, yikes)

Brings out the best in his younger brother and has the ability to break through his tough exterior

weapons of choice: silenced Glock 19, crossbow for small groups of stiffs

no reposting

#tbieo #characters

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jungkooksxo · 6 years

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pretty little kitty (m)

pairing: seokjin x reader x yoongi genre: smut, angst, hurt & comfort, fluff words: 19k warnings: threesome, dirty talk, daddy kink, oppa kink, cum play, oral sex, choking, multiple orgasms, anal sex, spoilers for the disney movie coco if you haven’t seen it (which if you haven’t, fucking watch it right now? it’s so fucking good???), dom/sub dynamics, sub!yoongi summary:

that’s it, that’s the fic.

part one

“Fuck.”

Jin collapsed on the ground and chugged from his water bottle, the other members of the group in similar states of distress as the choreographer told them they were done for the night. Namjoon was sitting to his left, wiping his face off with a towel, while Yoongi was spread out like a starfish to his right.

“I hate this,” Yoongi complained, “I don’t wanna move anymore. I don’t wanna move for the rest of my life.”

“They have dinner for you in the third meeting room,” their manager Seijin called from the door, “After that, you’re good to go back to the dorms. We start bright and early tomorrow, so make sure to get plenty of rest!”

“Dinner!” Jungkook wailed, “I’m so hungry, please tell me it’s fried chicken!”

“Fried chicken?” Hoseok’s head popped up from where he was laying on the floor.

“Yes it’s fried chicken now everyone go eat.” Seijin said in exasperation, the boys scrambling up from the floor to rush to the meeting room.

Jin smiled and looked at his phone, finding text messages, as well as a picture message, from his main squeeze.

From: Baby Girl ❤️

hey!!! i hope training went okay today!!! RJ and i are patiently waiting for Daddy to get home ❤️

The picture you sent was of you hugging Jin’s beloved RJ plushie to your cheek, giving it a kiss. What you were wearing though…

You were wearing Jin’s favorite lingerie; a pink babydoll with lacy pink panties. The thing that really threw him for a loop was the pretty pink collar wrapped snugly around your neck, a cute little bell dangling, as well as a heart shaped tag.

Jin let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding, trying to fight down the erection trying to form in his loose sweats.

To: Baby Girl ❤️

Naughty kitten. Dressed like that in front of my son, whom I birthed. I should teach you a lesson when I get home

From: Baby Girl ❤️

hmmm or you could let me take care of you tonight instead ;) i know you’ve been working hard, Jinnie. i want to spoil my amazing boyfriend!!!

To: Baby Girl ❤️

I love you so much oh my god. I’m so tired I’m ready to collapse. I’m going to eat dinner and then we’ll be back at the dorms!!! Wait for me, my beautiful angel ❤️❤️❤️

From: Baby Girl ❤️

RJ will keep me company until you get here~ i love you, Seokjinnie ❤️❤️❤️

Jin stood up, finally, then paused, looking back to see Yoongi dead asleep on the floor, curled up next to where Jin had been previously sitting and texting you. His lips were parted as he snoozed, snoring softly. Jin sighed, smiling fondly as he knelt down.

“Yoongi-ah,” he called softly, “It’s time to wake up. Taehyungie’s going to eat all the chicken wings if we don’t hurry up and get to dinner.”

“Mmf,” Yoongi curled up further, his hands sandwiched between his thighs. “Sleep.”

“Yoongi.” Jin said through a laugh, shaking his shoulder gently, “C’mon, I know you’re tired, but you’re probably hungry too, right?”

“M’starving,” Yoongi mumbled, then finally began to stretch himself out, waking up.

“Good boy,” Jin said, running his fingers through Yoongi’s matted hair, gently removing the tangles he found there. “I’ll see you in the meeting room, okay? Don’t fall asleep!”

Yoongi hummed an acknowledgement, and he watched as Jin walked away. How was he supposed to fall back asleep after that?

His scalp tingled from where Jin had run his fingers through his hair, his heart skipping a couple beats. He could feel his face flushing, and he immediately smashed his cheeks in his hands.

“No,” he grunted, “No, no. We’re not doing this, Min Yoongi. Stop it.”

Yoongi scratched at his head where Jin had stroked it to get rid of the tingly feeling, then finally stood from the floor, making his way to the meeting room.

-xxx-

“Oh, kitten.”

You hummed around Jin’s dick in your mouth, slurping obscenely as you pulled back up.

“God, you look so good,” Jin moaned, “So perfect taking my dick like that.”

“Mmm, you close?” You asked, smiling when Jin squeezed his eyes shut, nodding before tilting his head back. You worked your fist faster, focusing your attention on the sensitive tip, pressing kisses and bites along the beautiful column of Jin’s neck.

Jin came with a moan of your name, soiling your fist and his tummy, his hips twitching and his whole body relaxing bonelessly into the sheets.

“Fuck I needed that,” Jin groaned, looking at you dazedly with a crooked grin, “Thank you, kitten.”

“Of course, Daddy,” you cooed, learning down to press your lips together in a sweet kiss, “Anything for you.”

“Ah, what about you?” Jin asked, “Let me take care of you…”

“Mm, it’s okay,” you reassured him, “You have work in the morning. I’ll take care of it.”

“Kitten,” he whined, reaching up to cup your breast through your flimsy lingerie, making you gasp, “Please?”

“How about you just watch?” you asked, reaching over to the drawer of his nightstand that held all the toys the two of you used, “You already made me so wet, Daddy, I’ll probably cum so quick.”

“Mmm, wanna watch,” he grinned when you pulled out your favorite little bullet vibrator, “Make yourself cum, kitten.”

You grinned back, setting the vibe to the medium setting and slipping it inside your underwear, buckling as soon as the vibrations hit your clit.

You were already so sensitive, so a few minutes of working your clit and Jin playing with your chest sent you flying over the edge, your orgasm quick and sharp. You pulled the vibrator away and collapsed onto the bed next to Jin, who pulled you close and peppered your face with kisses.

“I love you,” he murmured, then, “Let’s go the fuck to bed.”

When you woke the next morning, Jin was already gone and at work. You sighed, but found RJ tucked in next to you with a little note attached to his bandana.

“Good morning, kitten! Sorry I had to leave so early. Tonight the group is going out to dinner, and you’re invited! Nothing too fancy, just going out for noodles. Love you, have a good day!!! - Seokjinnie-oppa ❤️”

You smiled, your heart fluttering in your chest.

“Such a sweetie pie,” you mumbled, laying back down with a huff and hugging RJ close to your chest.

-xxx-

“Yoongi-hyung?”

Yoongi jolted out of his daze, looking over at Jungkook who raised an eyebrow at him.

“You okay? You zoned out for like five minutes.”

“Yeah...Yeah, I’m fine,” Yoongi swallowed, looking back down at his half-eaten bowl of ramen, “Just sleepy, I guess.”

“You’re always sleepy, hyung!” Jungkook teased, “But at least eat more of your noodles.”

“Yah, I’m the hyung here,” Yoongi argued, “I should be telling you that.”

“It’s okay, I’m used to it with Taehyungie.” Jungkook shrugged, then began to take huge bites of his own noodles, slurping enthusiastically.

“Watch it, Jungkookie! You’re getting broth all over me!” Jungkook gave you a sheepish grin.

“Sorry, noona,” he said through a mouthful of noodles, and you rolled your eyes, affectionately reaching over to dab away some broth from the younger boy’s cheek. You glanced over at Yoongi, who seemed to be staring at you in a daze, noodles hanging from his mouth. You giggled, giving him a bright smile before returning your attention to your own noodles.

Yoongi managed to tear his gaze away from you again before he could fixate on your mouth again. He stared down at his bowl, chewing his noodles slowly and thoughtfully.

Then his phone went off in his pocket.

From: Seokjin-hyung

It’s not polite to stare, Yoongi-ah.

Yoongi tensed, looking up at Jin, who was affectionately tucking your hair behind your ear as you listened to a story Hoseok was telling. You gave Jin a soft smile before turning your attention back to Hoseok, who shouted something Yoongi didn’t quite catch, making you jump and laugh hysterically. Jin met Yoongi’s gaze, his smile turning dark and knowing, looking back down at his phone.

From: Seokjin-hyung

You’ve been looking tense lately, Yoongi-ah. Something on your mind?

To: Seokjin-hyung

No. Nothing at all. I’m not tense. I’m just tired.

From: Seokjin-hyung

Your shoulders are up to your ears.

Yoongi blinked at the message, then immediately relaxed his shoulders, hearing Seokjin’s chuckle from across the table.

From: Seokjin-hyung

I’ve been thinking. Did you want to come and play with my kitten again? She’s been feisty lately. We’ve been so busy, and you need to relax.

Yoongi’s eyebrows raised, then he met Jin’s gaze from across the table again. Jin was smirking at him, murmuring something into your ear before handing you his phone. Yoongi felt his skin crawl as your eyebrows also raised, then you looked up at Yoongi as well. Your lips curled in a shy little smile, then you started typing away on Jin’s phone.

From: Seokjin-hyung

i’d love to have you over again for another play date, oppa~ but only if you want to and are okay with it.

“Fuck.” Yoongi hissed under his breath, then quickly locked his phone and shoved it back in his pocket. He stubbornly began to eat his noodles, pointedly ignoring the stares and giggles from across the tables. His phone continued to buzz in his pocket, and then they stopped. He heard you and Jin talking with Hoseok and Jimin again, so he pulled his phone out to their barrage of text messages.

From: Seokjin-hyung

any time you want to play with me, you can~ i’ve been telling daddy i miss your mouth...you were sooooo good with your fingers Yoongi-oppa i can’t stop thinking about it

daddy talks about you filling me up with your cum too...you should do that again sometime ;p

pleeeeeease say you’ll come play with us oppaaaaaaaaaa

ooooooooppppppaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

here’s a picture of us to help you make your decision ;)

Yoongi inhaled sharply at the picture. Jin had taken it, from the way his arm was. His other arm was wrapped securely around your waist, his hand clutching your ass possessively. He had your bottom lip between his teeth, and your lips were attempting to pull into a smile. You were wearing a frilly pink baby doll, sitting pretty in Jin’s lap. Jin was only wearing his Balenciaga boxers, his broad shoulders and chest on display. Yoongi could see a hint of one of your nipples slipping out of the baby doll, and he swallowed. He locked his phone and put it back into his pocket.

You are not having a bisexual crisis at the dinner table Min Yoongi, he screeched internally, reaching for a dumpling in the middle of the table mechanically and popping it into his mouth. He chanced a glance over at you and Jin, the both of you wearing knowing smirks, but eating your food and talking with the other boys between bites.

“I covered the bill, so whenever everyone is done, the van is waiting outside.” Seijin announced, and Yoongi stood up first, quickly putting on his coat and heading for the door, ignoring Taehyung’s cries of ‘hyung is trying to get the front seat someone stop him!’.

He made it to the front seat no problems, sticking his tongue out childishly at Taehyung who was pouting and whining outside his window. The rest of the crew piled into the van, gushing about how good the food was and how full they were. You let out a yelp, making Yoongi look the rear view mirror to see you smacking Jin with a pout. Jin was laughing his squeaky windshield wiper laugh, and you plopped down in your seat with a huff, still pouting even when you rested your head on Jin’s shoulder and hugged his arm to your chest. Jin rested his head on top of yours, smiling sweetly as he met Yoongi’s gaze. He winked, and Yoongi quickly looked down at his lap, fiddling with his fingers and attempting to fight back the flush he knew was going across his cheeks.

He supposed that if he denied himself a bisexual crisis in the restaurant, he could have one in the car and when he got home instead.

-xxx-

“Oppa.”

Yoongi gasped, feeling hands ghost down his front. He was leaning against something sturdy and warm. Rather, he was leaning against someone sturdy and warm, their lips pressing tiny kisses along the column of his neck.

“Yoongi-oppa. Is this for me?”

Yoongi’s eyes fluttered open, the view he had making his breath catch in his throat. You were on your knees in front of him, a coy smirk stretched across your face. You were wearing the baby doll in the picture you had sent him, and the lacy panties too. But instead of the bright pink that Jin preferred, they were jet black. The thing that struck him, though, was across your neck. A pretty little collar sat, with a bell that jingled with every move, and heart shaped tag.

Daddy’s Kitten, it said.

Yoongi moaned, long and low, jutting his hips up.

“Yes, baby it’s for you,” he mumbled, and you giggled, the bell tittering with your laughter. “Jagi, don’t tease me…”

“Mm, what do you think, Daddy?” You hummed, your finger rubbing circles teasingly on the tip of Yoongi’s cock, making his hips jump again. “Do you think we should reward Yoongi-oppa? He’s being so good for us…”

“Hmm,” Jin hummed thoughtfully, and Yoongi let out a squeak when he felt one of Jin’s big hands run down his tummy, running a finger down the length of his cock teasingly. “You’re right, kitten. Give baby boy what he wants.”

Yoongi melted at the pet name, gasping as you leaned down to finally, finally wrap your lips around his cock.

“That’s a good boy,” Jin cooed, pressing a kiss to Yoongi’s neck, “Let kitten take care of you.”

“Yes, yes, yes-!”

Yoongi awoke with a jolt, his alarm screeching from his bedside table. He was covered in a cold sweat, his dick hard and weeping in his boxers.

“Oh my god,” he hissed, fumbling his hand down to give himself a squeeze, choking on a moan. “Oh my god. Oh my god.”

He came quickly, after three pumps, muffling his cries into his pillows. He relaxed bonelessly into the sheets, panting.

“Oh my god.” He said again, hearing Namjoon shuffle, then fall out of his bed with a yelp on the other side of his wall, then heard Hoseok’s muffled laughter.

“I’m so fucked.” He moaned, then quickly stumbled out of bed.

-xxx-

“I’ll do it.”

Jin looked up from his paper that ran through the schedule for the variety show they were set to star on. Yoongi was standing in front of him with a furrow in his brow and his lips drawn into a pout.

“What?” Jin asked, and Yoongi’s cheeks turned a pink color as he shifted his stance, folding his arms. He seemed to pout harder as he reached up to scratch behind his ear.

“I’ll do it,” he repeated, mumbling, “Join you. Whenever. Whatever.”

Jin stared at him a minute, and Yoongi could physically hear the gears clicking before Jin’s face lit up.

“Oh!” He said delightedly, grinning, “Okay! Just message us whenever you want. Or should we message you? Ah, whatever,” Jin waved it off, “We’ll be in touch.”

“Uh. Okay.” Yoongi pushed back the idea of leaning down to press a kiss on Jin’s cheek, “Bye.” He choked, storming away.

“Yoongi-ssi! You’re up for makeup, get over here!” One of the makeup noona’s called, making Yoongi groan in annoyance. “I know your tricks. Sit.” She ordered, and Yoongi did with a frown, resisting the urge to coo when Seijin came over and handed him an iced Americano. “You’re just like a little baby Yoongi-ssi,” the makeup noona teased, spreading her brushes out at her station, “Shuts up as soon as you give him his bottle. Or in your case, your iced Americano.”

“Noona,” Yoongi mumbled, taking another sip to bite back his comments, “Just make me look pretty now. Please.”

“As you wish.” She gave him a teasing smile, then got to work.

-xxx-

“Babe, come over tonight.”

“I can’t, I’m watching Netflix.”

“My parents are out of town.”

“Seokjin, you absolute meme,” you said, sinking deeper into your pillow pile. “Seriously. I’m watching Netflix. Do I have to come over?”

“Well you know I can’t come over there,” Jin replied, “Also, Yoongi-ah is coming over.”

“Oh?” That piqued your interest. You sat up from your pillow pile, “Do tell me more about that.”

“Yoongi came to me today,” Jin said, his voice low, “He said he’d like to join us again.”

“Oh?” You grinned, “Tell me more about that.”

“It was so cute,” Jin said, his squeaky laugh filtering through the phone, “He was so pouty. Blushing. He said, ‘I’ll do it, or whatever.’ Like it was some chore that he didn’t want to do.”

“Aww, Yoongi-oppa!” You giggled, imagining Yoongi’s pouty face as he talked with Jin, “Adorable. So you want to do something tonight?”

“If you’re up for it, babe,” Jin hummed, “We’re gonna have a pretty packed schedule next week, so I don’t want you to miss me while I’m gone.”

“Always thinking of me,” you said with a smirk, “With your dick.”

“Yah! I do not!” Jin cried, and you laughed, finally emerging from your bed.

“Okay, I’m gonna shower and I’ll be over. Don’t start without me!”

“Why would we do that?” Jin asked with a snort, “We need you here to make it no homo.”

“Seokjin, I swear,” you sighed, “I’m leaving now, bye.”

“I love you, bye!” Jin chirped, and you tossed your phone onto your bed, trotting over to your bathroom to shower and get ready.

-xxx-

“I’m here!”

Yoongi looked up from his phone, seeing you waltzing through the door, your hair a little wind swept and your cheeks flushed a cute pink from the cold.

“Sorry I took so long,” you apologized sheepishly, shrugging off your coat and hanging it up near the door, “I had to get ready because I was laying in bed all day. Hey babe.” You tilted your head to accept Jin’s affectionate kiss. “Hey, Yoongi-oppa! Rough day at practice?”

“What makes you say that?” Yoongi asked, a little snippy. You laughed, walking over to run your fingers through his hair, making him tense and his eyes widen.

“Your hair is a mess,” you replied softly, smiling down at him, “Also, you look two minutes away from passing out.”

“I do not.” Yoongi protested half-heartedly, and Jin stood next to you, looking down at Yoongi with a knowing grin.

“Yeah you do,” Jin agreed, tilting his head, “Your eyes get droopy and you sink further and further into whatever surface your sitting on. I thought you were going to curl up into a ball before she even got here.”

“Whatever,” Yoongi huffed, “We doing this thing or what?”

“Jumping right into it, huh?” Jin shrugged, “Works for me. Kitten,” your gaze flicked from Yoongi to Jin, who was smirking, tilting his head down towards Yoongi, “Give him a taste. You know he’s missed you.”

Yoongi wanted to protest, that he didn’t miss you, he saw you basically every day. But he was cut off by you tilting his head back so it rested on the back of the couch, leaning down to press your lips together softly.

“It’s weird kissing like this,” you giggled, pulling away. “Oppa? Do you want to go to the bedroom?”

“Yes.” Yoongi whispered, and the three of you made your way into Jin’s bedroom, your hand wrapped firmly around Yoongi’s wrist. You pulled him towards the bed, pausing before you could both sit down, then shrugging, as if coming to a conclusion about something you didn’t voice. You reached for the hem of your baggy t-shirt, tugging it up and over your head. Yoongi sucked in a breath at the sight of the lilac lace of your bra, the material barely hiding anything from his view. You tugged your leggings off, the matching bottoms making Yoongi let out the breath he was holding.

“Is that the new set I bought you!” Jin asked excitedly, “Aigooo, it does look amazing on you! I have such good taste.” Jin gave himself a smug pat on the back, moving to sit at the head of the bed. Yoongi raised an eyebrow at you.

“Are most of your excursions with him like this?” he asked dryly, and you laughed, moving in to sit comfortably in Yoongi’s lap, making him choke on his spit.

“Not always,” you admitted, then smirked down at him, leaning in to whisper in his ear, “But you’d know that, wouldn’t you? Oppa?” You giggled as you ran your fingers through his hair again, “Haven’t you been listening? Daddy says that I should be extra loud for you some nights…”

Yoongi looked over to Jin, who was watching with a pleased gleam in his eye. His hand was lazily rubbing the bulge starting to form in his sweatpants, meeting Yoongi’s gaze and giving him a smirk. Yoongi focused his attention back on you, finally moving his hands up to run down your sides, then groping your behind greedily. You gasped happily, grinding your hips into his lap.

Reminiscent of your first romp, you ended up lying comfortably in Jin’s lap while Yoongi ate you out. He made you cum quickly, about to pull away to let you relax a moment, but Jin had other plans.

“Can you keep going?” Jin asked, Yoongi looking up at him. “I want you to make her cum again like that.”

Yoongi stared dumbfounded for a moment, then tensed as Jin gave him a dark look.

“Do you need it to be an order?” He said, his voice deep and low, “Keep going. Make her cum again. Don’t make me ask twice, Yoongi.”

Yoongi felt a shiver go down his spine, immediately dropping back down to resume his task. You were wailing, clutching onto Jin and Yoongi, your legs shaking and tears falling down your cheeks as Yoongi brought you to completion again.

“There you go, what a good boy,” Jin cooed, pushing Yoongi’s bangs away from his face. “You want to cum?”

“Please,” Yoongi whimpered, and Jin smiled.

“Where do you want to cum, Yoongi-ah?”

“Inside,” he mumbled, his gaze dropping back down to where you lay, spread and soaking wet from his attention, “Wanna cum inside her, please-“

“So polite,” Jin praised, pulling his hand away from Yoongi’s hair, “You want that, baby girl?”

“Yes,” you sighed, and once the both of you nodded, Yoongi tugged his sweatpants and boxers down so his dick was out, then quickly slid inside you, choking out a groan.

“Oh my god,” he gasped, “So wet-“

“Mmm, oppa,” you moaned, pulling him down to press your lips together in a sloppy kiss, “Fuck me.”

Yoongi did. He clutched you close, burying his face in your neck, slamming his hips into yours, revelling in the wet slaps and slick noises the two of you made together. He came quick, pulling away to watch the mess he made slick back out.

“God,” Yoongi moaned, then looked up. Jin was looking at him thoughtfully, and you were licking your lips.

“The night’s still young,” you murmured, grinning at Yoongi, “Don’t you think, Daddy?”

“I agree, kitten,” Jin replied, reaching down to run his finger through the mess Yoongi made, keeping eye contact, “Why don’t we play some more?”

“Oh, fuck.” Yoongi mumbled, and Jin laughed.

“Famous last words, Yoongi-ah.” He said.

-xxx-

“I feel like my soul was sucked out from my dick.”

You muffled a laugh against the bedding, staring at the back of Yoongi’s head. His hair was tousled badly, and you tenderly touched some of the nail marks you had made in his back the night before.

“Sorry, oppa,” you said sweetly, “But you had fun, right?”

Yoongi made a soft noise of affirmation, snuggling deeper into the pillow he was clutching onto. He snuffled sweetly, and you smiled wider.

“You’re so cute in the mornings,” you mumbled, and Yoongi turned his head so he could look at you, raising an eyebrow. “You’re so soft and sweet. Like a marshmallow.”

“Yah, what about me?” Jin protested from behind you, propping himself up on his elbow. His hair was also a bird’s nest, his lips swollen and a couple stray hickeys strewn across his chest. You giggled, leaning up to press a kiss to Jin’s jaw.

“You’re always cute, Seokjinnie,” You cooed, grinning wider when you saw him puff up proudly, “It’s no contest.”

“You’re gonna make me barf,” Yoongi muttered flatly, giving the two of you a disgusted look, “It is far too early for the lovey dovey bullshit.”

“You’ll get over it,” Jin said dismissively, then clambered over you and Yoongi to get out of bed, “What do you guys want for breakfast?”

“Coffee,” Yoongi called, just as you said, “Don’t worry, I’ll feed myself.”

“Feed yourself my asshole, I’m making you eggs.” Jin said, pulling on his boxers. “Same goes for you, Yoongi-ah, we’re practicing a lot today and you need a lot more than coffee to sustain you.”

“Whatever you say, Daddy,” Yoongi gave him a wicked grin, and Jin promptly threw his RJ cushion at his face, making him yelp.

You stretched out on the bed with a pleased groan, wincing at the aches and pains that flashed throughout your body. You felt eyes on you, and you glanced over to see Yoongi watching you thoughtfully.

“What’s up?” you asked, and Yoongi shrugged, reaching over to gently push a stray piece of hair away from your face.

“You’re cute, too,” he muttered softly, running his finger down the bridge of your nose. You felt your cheeks burn as he smiled softly. “In the mornings.”

“Seokjin-hyung!” Namjoon’s voice suddenly boomed throughout the dorm, making both Yoongi and you jump. Yoongi clambered out of the bed, hissing cuss words under his breath as he fumbled for his clothes. You floundered, unsure what to do, then winced when Yoongi whipped an oversized t-shirt at you. You quickly tugged it on, then managed to find your panties from the night before, tugging those on as well. You heard Taehyung call your name, then burst into the bedroom.

“Noona! Jin-hyung said you were here!” you yelped as Taehyung flopped on top of you, nuzzling his cheek against yours. “Good morning!” he chirped, then finally took note of Yoongi in the room, who looked like a deer caught in headlights. “Yoongi-hyung? What are you doing over here?”

“...Just...I, uh…” he glanced around the room, then you blurted out,

“He was looking for a shirt Seokjinnie borrowed!” you gave Yoongi a nervous grin, “Right? Yoongi-oppa?”

“Uh, yes!” Yoongi agreed, “Yep. Yeah, just. Looking for a shirt.”

“It stinks in here,” Jungkook said loudly, peeking in through the bedroom door, giving you a grin, “G’morning, noona! We came to mooch breakfast off Seokjin-hyung.”

“That’s nice, but haven’t any of you heard of knocking?!” you cried, trying to push Taehyung off of you.

“I’ve literally seen Jin-hyung’s dick inside your mouth,” Taehyung replied easily, “I think the concept of privacy is long gone at this point.”

“Oh my god, Taehyung, get off of me,” you groaned, trying to hide your face, “No one look at me. Everyone get out. I need to suffocate myself in these sheets.”

“Speaking of sheets, you might need some new ones put on,” Jungkook piped up, “TaeTae, is that a cum puddle near your knee?”

“A WHAT?!” Taehyung screeched, jumping off the bed and running out of the room, and you glanced down, knowing that the three of you changed the sheets before you went to bed. Jungkook winked at you, giving you a thumbs up before going towards the kitchen, where Taehyung’s screeching continued, and Hoseok’s laughter rattled throughout the dorm.

“Um. I’m gonna go now.” Yoongi mumbled, scratching behind his ear, “I really gotta shower before we head out…”

“Alright,” you sighed, getting out of bed and reaching to press a soft kiss against Yoongi’s cheek. “Thanks for playing with us again. Whenever you wanna, just let Seokjinnie know and he’ll let me know.” You gave Yoongi a happy smile, and he gave you a nervous one in return, picking up his hoodie and tugging it on.

“See you later.” he said, and you waved, closing the door behind him so you could make yourself more presentable for the rambunctious group of boys currently in Jin’s kitchen.

-xxx-

From: Genius Min Suga

Hey r u busy

Jin blinked at the message, then glanced at you.

“Hey, are we busy?” he asked, and you looked over from where you were shoving a handful of popcorn into your mouth.

“I mean, not really,” you replied, your voice muffled by your popcorn, “Who’s asking?”

“Yoongi,” Jin said, “I’ll tell him no.”

“Ah, shit. I’m not really prepared for a dick appointment.” you glanced down at your sweats, “I think I’m wearing my granny panties today.”

“Hot.” Jin’s phone went off again, “Yoongi’s coming over.”

Since the second time the two of you invited Yoongi into the bedroom, there had been a handful of other times Yoongi had joined in. Jin seemed to take great pleasure in bossing him around, telling him what to do to make you feel good. Yoongi seemed to like it too, but it was hard to tell sometimes when he scowled at Jin before obeying.

The time that Yoongi lingered afterwards seemed to be getting longer, as well. He continued to stay the night, and you would often find yourself waking up curled up in Yoongi’s arms, or with Yoongi curled up into your back. Sometimes you’d wake up to him playing with your hair, looking lost in his own thoughts. You had tried to ask him what he was thinking about a couple times, but every time he shook his head and told you not to worry about it.

Those mornings, when Yoongi was soft, vulnerable, his lips parted as he slept. You felt something stir in your chest, your heart skipping a beat. It had scared you, but your feelings for Jin remained unchanged. If anything, you fell for him harder, the two of you growing closer with every encounter with Yoongi. So now you were confused. What was the feeling that bloomed in your chest whenever Yoongi spent the night? When his kisses when from rough and demanding to sweet and tender? When Yoongi and Jin spent their sweet time covering you in kisses and slowly bringing you to the edge?

You were knocked out of your thoughts by a knock at the door, then it opening.

“Hey,” Yoongi called, then came towards the couch. “What are you guys watching?”

“Coco!” You replied, scooting closer to Jin and patting the space next to you, “You should watch, I’ve heard it’s really good!”

“Alright.” Yoongi agreed easily, sitting down next to you and immediately leaning his body weight onto you and resting his head on your shoulder. You blinked, then Jin threw his arm around your shoulders, his hand resting on Yoongi’s head. You felt confused, but relaxed into both of them, getting into the movie.

You ended up crying at the end, big fat crocodile tears as Miguel played Remember Me for his Mamá Coco, and you heard a sniffle come from your right. You turned to see Yoongi’s hand covering his face.

“Yoongi, are you crying?” you asked, your voice quaking from your own tears.

“No,” he denied, then he let out a sob, “Fuck. The power of music helped her remember. It’s fucking beautiful, okay? Shut up!”

Jin remained silent, and then ending sequence of what happened one year later ran, and he suddenly swore loudly.

“Fuck! I made it the whole time!” he cried, choking out a sob of his own, “I didn’t cry the whole time! Of course the reunion with her dad fucked me up! GOD!”

You choked out a laugh, breaking down in tearful laughter, and eventually Jin and Yoongi joined you, laughing through their tears.

“I’m sorry I made us watch a movie that made us cry,” you said with a sniffle, grabbing the box of Kleenex on the table in front of you, handing everyone one to wipe their tears, “I thought it would be lighthearted and fun.”

“It’s a Disney movie,” Yoongi rebutted, giving you an unimpressed look with his red-rimmed eyes, “It’s going to be devastating one way or another.”

“He’s right,” Jin said, blowing his nose, “But it was still a good movie. I enjoyed it.”

“Oh, Yoongi-oppa, what did you come over for?” you asked, “I’m sure it wasn’t to watch Coco.”

Yoongi blinked at you for a moment, then glanced at Jin. He rubbed the back of his neck, finding something on the other side of the room more interesting.

“I...I just didn’t really want to be by myself tonight,” he mumbled, playing with his fingers, “I just wanted to hang out with you guys so I wouldn’t be stuck in my thoughts. I didn’t...I wasn’t looking for…”

“I getchya,” you interrupted, reaching over to give Yoongi’s hand a squeeze. He focused his gaze on you, and you gave him a soft smile, “If you ever need to get your mind off things, you can find us. Or if you just want to hang out with me, or just Seokjinnie, just say the word and we’ll be there for you. We’re your friends first and foremost, Yoongi-oppa.”

Yoongi gave you a crooked smile, giving the same smile to Jin over your shoulder.

“Aigooo, c’mere you two!” Jin crowed, pulling the two of you in for a tight hug, “I love you guys! My baby girl, and my son, who I raised on my back-“

“Jin-hyung shut up,” Yoongi spat, his voice muffled by the material of Jin’s sweater. You laughed, nuzzling your face into Jin’s neck and rubbing your hand comfortingly up and down Yoongi’s back.

“Spend the night,” you blurted, and Yoongi gave you a curious look from where he was resting his head on Jin’s shoulder. Seeing Jin’s arm still thrown over Yoongi’s shoulders, seeing them so close made your heart tangle into knots. “We don’t have to do anything. Just. We’ll sleep. You seem to sleep better when you’re with us.”

“If...if it’s okay,” Yoongi looked up at Jin, who nodded.

“Of course, Yoongi-ah,” Jin replied, “Like she already said, you’re welcome any time. Sexually or otherwise.”

“Alright.” Yoongi nodded, moving out of Jin’s hold, “Thank you. Both of you.”

After you cleaned up your mess in the living area, the three of you made your way into Jin’s bedroom, deciding to stay in your sweats to sleep. Jin flopped onto the bed, and Yoongi was waiting for you to crawl into the middle like you usually do, but you shook your head softly.

“Wanna be the middle spoon?” You asked, “It’s nice and warm. You also won’t fall off the bed in the morning.”

Yoongi snorted, and Jin opened the blanket, patting the space next to him. Yoongi seemed to hesitate, before climbing into bed, his back to Jin. You crawled in next to him, burying your face into his chest. Yoongi held you close, then you felt Jin’s hands slip over Yoongi to hold onto your hip.

“Good night everyone,” you said, and the boys mumbled their good nights as well, the three of you falling into a peaceful slumber.

-xxx-

“Seokjin-hyung.”

Jin was startled out of his thoughts by Namjoon, and he blinked.

“Yes?” He asked, and Namjoon shook his head.

“I asked if you were okay? You’ve been glaring at Yoongi-hyung all day.”

“Glaring?” Jin tilted his head, “That’s not what I meant to be doing.”

“What are you meaning to be doing?”

“Observing. Thinking. Deciphering. Contemplating.”

“I get it,” Namjoon interrupted, “Why?”

“Why?” Jin looked back at Yoongi, who was sipping his iced coffee in a tired daze while a makeup noona brushed different things onto his face. “Good question. I’m not really sure.”

“Seokjin! Chair!” One of the hairstylists called, and Jin stood up, giving Namjoon a pat on the shoulder before reporting to his chair.

“Oh good, you didn’t cut your own hair again,” the stylist teased, and Jin nodded, looking down and picking up a pair of scissors.

“It’s not too late for me to do it again,” he said with a grin, reaching up to take some of his bangs, making the stylist squawk in panic and yank the scissors out of his hand. He laughed, squeaking and clapping.

“Chaotic evil,” Taehyung called from the seat next to him.

“Sorry, it’s just so fun to tease,” Jin giggled, and then folded his hands in his lap, “I’ll be good. Do your worst.”

“Brat,” the stylist huffed, then got to work. Jin closed his eyes and let his mind wander.

It immediately wandered right back to Yoongi. He really hadn’t meant to glare at the other boy. He had been thinking; about him, about you, about...other things.

The morning after Yoongi stayed the night, Jin had done something. Embarrassing. Something you didn’t know about because you had been asleep at the time. Yoongi had slept in the middle, like you insisted, and Jin had spooned him, because what else was he supposed to do? Jin had seen Yoongi naked and had actually eaten his cum so he figured there was nothing wrong with cuddling. Which, there wasn’t, it was actually nice. Yoongi makes an excellent little spoon.

When Jin woke up the next morning, he was running on autopilot when he pulled the body in front of him closer, thinking it was you. He nuzzled his face into the back of their neck. He pressed a sweet kiss to the skin there, and when the person he was holding let out a sweet sigh, he continued to pepper kisses along the skin of their neck. He then brought one of his hands up to playfully grope your chest, as he did most mornings…

...Only to be met a flat, firm pec, that definitely did not belong to his girlfriend.

He paused, furrowing his brow and groping again, and yep, there was definitely not a boob there. He finally pried his eyes open, and was met by the view of Yoongi squirming in his hold.

“Oh, fuck,” Jin mumbled, and Yoongi groaned, turning over to hide his face in Jin’s chest. “Sorry, I thought you were…”

“S’okay,” Yoongi muttered, “Sorry I don’t have great tits for you to play with.” Jin chuckled at that, looking over to see you turned away from the two of them, snoozing away contentedly.

“You’re fine,” he replied, reaching up on a whim to start playing with Yoongi’s hair. “You’d look weird with tits.”

“So would you.” Yoongi shot back, and Jin snorted, letting the warm atmosphere relax him into a light doze, his hand slowing in Yoongi’s hair.

He couldn’t stop thinking about it. Yoongi, warm and pliant in his arms. He thought about the defiant gleam in his eye when he obeys Jin’s orders in bed. He thought about other times, Yoongi’s obedient whimpers, the way he bit his lip, when he met Jin’s gaze when he was cumming-

It was. A lot. To process, all at once. It made Jin’s insides do flips, similar to the first few times he went out on dates with you. Which confused him, because he hadn’t even considered the possibility of being anything but straight. He had only ever been with women, and then when he found you, he had cemented the fact that you were the one in his brain, and he stopped looking or caring because you were all he ever needed.

So what did this mean? Where did it leave the new feelings blooming in his tummy whenever he looked at Yoongi?

“Alright Seokjin, you’re done,” the stylist said, snapping him out of his reverie. “Head over to the makeup noonas and you’re good to go.”

“Thank you,” He said quietly, and stood up from his seat, stretching out and groaning at how stiff his muscles were.

He sunk down into his seat, and got lost in his thoughts again.

-xxx-

“Jin said that he was on his way.”

Yoongi hummed a noise of understanding, the two of you sitting next to each other on the couch. You had a bit of space between the two of you, which struck you as both odd and understandable. It had been a while since it was just the two of you alone together.

You glanced around, fiddling with your fingers for a moment.

“You, uh...want something to drink?” You asked, and Yoongi continued to scroll through his phone, shaking his head.

“No, I’m alright. Thank you.” He replied politely, and you nodded, going back to fiddling with your fingers.

Then your phone began to ring.

“Hey,” you answered, “What’s up?”

“Hey, they’re keeping me for a little while longer,” Jin said, “You guys can just go ahead and get started without me.”

“Started?” You asked, looking over at Yoongi, who was now staring at you curiously. “Are...Are you sure?”

“Yeah, honestly, I may not even make it back in time. I trust you both. It’s nothing you haven’t done before, it’s just without me there.”

“Seokjin…” you started, and he cut you off.

“Sorry, I gotta go. Just go ahead without me! It’s fine! 100% approval! I love you so much and I’ll see you guys when I get home!”

“Wait-!” You tried, but Jin had already hung up. You pulled your phone away from your face, then looked over at Yoongi.

“Um...Jin said...he’s gonna be late, and that if you wanted…” you looked down, shy, “...W-We could get started...without him…”

“Ah…” Yoongi breathed, and you looked up to see his cheeks flushing. “Are...Is that okay? With you?”

“Yeah!” You said, maybe a little too quickly, then nodded, “Um, yes. Yeah. Is it...okay with you?”

“...Yeah,” Yoongi replies quietly, then stands up, “Tell Jin-hyung to meet us in my room. We need a change of scenery.” You giggled, standing and shooting Jin a quick text, then taking Yoongi’s hand and following him to his room.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been in your room,” you admitted, looking around at the clothes and mementos strewn about. There was an electric keyboard, as well as other musical equipment set up near his desk, and your gaze finally fell to his unmade bed.

“Sorry it’s kinda messy,” he said, scratching the back of his head, falling back onto his bed with a soft ‘pmmf’. “C’mere. Make yourself comfy.”

You smiled, easily climbing into the bed and onto Yoongi’s lap, dipping down to press your lips together softly. Yoongi hummed his approval, running his hands up and down your sides soothingly.

You continued to kiss each other slowly, exploring each other. You figured you both had the time. Yoongi broke the kiss and you both gasped for air, Yoongi immediately peppering kisses down your neck.

“What do you want first?” He asked, and you hummed, rolling your hips down against his impatiently.

“I-I dunno,” you mumbled, gasping in pleasure when Yoongi nipped at your collarbone. “Whatever you wanna do.”

“Hmm,” Yoongi played with the hem of your shirt, “What if I finger you? How does that sound?”

“Mmm, good,” You slurred, pressing a kiss to Yoongi’s cheek, “You can do that, oppa.”

“Think you’re wet enough for me?” He wondered, pulling your shirt up and over your head. You shivered, moving back to be closer to Yoongi to try and sap some of his body heat.

“Keep talking like that and I will be.” You retorted, and Yoongi smirked.

“Hm, getting mouthy since Daddy isn’t here to put you in your place, kitten?”

“Are you gonna do it?” you shot back, looking down at him with a smug smirk. “You always do whatever Daddy tells you to do. Is it because you wanna be bossed around?”

Yoongi went quiet under you, merely observing you with a blank expression. You grinned.

“Oh my god. You do like being bossed around. That’s why you never say anything when Seokjin tells you what to do.”

“I never said that,” Yoongi denied, breaking eye contact. His cheeks flushed a brilliant pink, “I didn’t say anything.”

“You don’t have to say anything, it’s written all over your face.” You moved off of his lap, sitting on the bed and grinning at him when he sat up confusedly. “Stand up.”

“What?” Yoongi asked, and you hardened your stare, still smiling.

“Don’t make me ask again, Yoongi.” you said lowly, and you saw Yoongi tense up. He slowly got off the bed, standing next to it and looking down at you expectantly. You tilted your head, looking at him from head to toe. “Take your shirt off for me.”

Yoongi hesitated for a moment, before slowly bringing his hands to the hem of his shirt, and pulled it up and over his head, letting it fall to the floor. You observed the exposed skin hungrily, thinking about all the marks you could leave on his pretty skin.

“Pants, too.” You said quietly, “Slowly. You don’t want to seem too eager, do you?”

Yoongi let out a choked noise that sounded like a whimper, reaching slowly for his button. He popped it open, then slowly unzipped his fly. He then shoved his thumbs into the side of his jeans, slowly shimmying them down his hips before letting them pool to the floor, kicking them off to where his shirt was.

“...Are those Namjoon’s?” you asked, observing his Ryan boxers with a tilted head. Yoongi looked down at them, tilting his head too.

“...That is a possibility,” he said, pulling on the waistband, “I wasn’t even paying attention when I put them on this morning.”

“They’re cute,” You cooed, “It feels like you got dressed up for me.”

“I didn’t,” Yoongi pouted, and you giggled, gesturing him closer to the edge of the bed.

“Of course you didn’t,” you reassured him, running your hands down his tummy, enjoying how he jumped and twitched under the ministrations, “Do you want a reward for being such a good boy?” Yoongi swallowed, and you pulled on the waistband of his boxers, letting them snap back against his hip. “Use your words.”

“Yes,” he whispered, and you smirked.

“Tell me what you want.”

“...I want a reward,” he repeated, quietly, “For...for being a…” he hesitated, biting his lip. You rubbed your thumb against his hip soothingly, “For being a g-good boy.”

“Hmm, I don’t know.” You looked over to where Jin was standing in the doorway, watching with a dark gaze, “What do you think, Daddy? What kind of reward should he get?”

Yoongi’s head whipped around, his whole body tensing when he saw Jin. You left your hand on his hip, and Jin slowly made his way over to you both, gently closing the door behind him.

“Keeping baby boy in line while Daddy’s gone, huh kitten?” Jin teased, and you preened at the attention. “You did a good job. Look at how hard he is already.”

“I-I’m not…” Yoongi protested, then gasped as Jin’s hand came to tangle in his hair, tightening his grip only slightly.

“No need to deny it, baby,” Jin cooed, “You’re already so wet, just from taking some orders. You could have told me you liked being bossed around.” He moved in closer, so his front was pressed against Yoongi’s back, “As we both know, I’m the king of giving orders.” He looked down at you over Yoongi’s shoulder. “What kind of reward do you want to give him, kitten? You get to choose because you did such a good job riling him up.”

“Wanna suck his dick,” you mumbled, licking your lips when you saw it twitch in Yoongi’s boxers. “Can I, Daddy?”

“Of course you can,” Jin pulled Yoongi’s hair again, making him gasp and fumble to put his hands on Jin’s hips to keep himself steady, “Don’t make him cum.”

“No,” Yoongi cried, “Please, don’t-!” His protest was cut off by you tugging down his boxers, holding his cock in a firm grip and immediately sucking the tip into your mouth. He let out a loud moan, his knees buckling. Jin’s hand came out of his hair so he could wrap both arms around Yoongi’s waist, holding him steady. “P-Please, hyung, I c-can’t-“

“You can,” Jin reassured him, “You can hold it back for me. I know, kitten’s so good with her mouth,” You hummed around your mouthful, making Yoongi choke out a gasp, “But you can hold on. You won’t cum until I tell you to.”

“Hyung,” Yoongi wailed, “I-I’m gonna...g-gonna, fuck-“

You pulled back, squeezing tightly around the base of Yoongi’s cock. He let out another cry, clutching at Jin’s arms around his waist, his head falling back onto his shoulder.

“Please, please hyung I need-“

“Aw, baby boy,” Jin cooed, brushing his lips over Yoongi’s ear, whispering, “I don't think that's really what you want to call me, is it?"

Your eyes widened in excitement. You watched as Yoongi struggled, squirming and clenching and unclenching his fingers on Jin’s arms. You licked your lips again, leaning forward eagerly.

“Baby boy,” Jin murmured, “If you do what I ask, you’ll get to cum. Don’t you want to cum?”

“Y-Yes…” Yoongi whined, bucking his hips forward, seeking attention.

“Yes, what?”

The three of you went still. The air practically buzzed with the tension.

“...dy…”

“Hm?” Jin tilted his head so he could move his ear closer to Yoongi, “What was that?”

Yoongi turned his head, and your breath left you in a rush as his lips brushed against Jin’s ear.

“Daddy,” he repeated, loud enough for the both of you to hear, “Please, Daddy. Make me cum. I wanna cum.”

“Fuck,” Jin spat, his hand trailing down to wrap around Yoongi’s dick, “Finish him off, kitten. Make sure you swallow like a good girl.”

You moaned loudly, quickly sucking Yoongi back into your mouth, bobbing your head and whimpering when Jin’s fingers met your lips.

“Oh my god,” Yoongi moaned, “Oh god. Fuck. I’m c-cumming, Daddy, I’m g-gonna c-cum, oh, fuck-!”

Yoongi’s hips bucked forward, and you hummed in surprise when his release coated your tongue. You caught it all, and swallowed every drop. You pulled your mouth away, giving the tip one last kiss before sitting back on your heels, looking up and Jin and Yoongi who were both watching you with dark gazes.

“Kitten,” Jin said teasingly, “How wet are you?” You licked your lips, meeting Yoongi’s gaze briefly before looking Jin in the eyes.

“Soaking.”

“Mm, guess I’ll clean you up then,” Jin purred, “Why don’t you just watch for now, baby boy? We’ve got all night.” Yoongi’s stare became hazy and he smiled down at you.

“Yes, Daddy.”

-xxx-

“I’m fucked.”

Yoongi laid spread eagle on his bed, staring at the ceiling as he re-evaluated his life and life choices.

Everything had spiraled. Ever since that night, everything had spiraled out of his careful control. His feelings for you, his feelings for Jin, his want for both of you, in more ways than just physical. He couldn’t stop thinking about Jin’s fingers trailing down his skin, couldn’t stop thinking about the sweet kisses both of you pressed to his skin as he drifted off to sleep. His sheets smelled like both of you. He felt like he was unraveling at the seams, falling apart, his nerves frayed.

“I can’t keep doing this,” he muttered, running his hand through his hair, “I’m just going to get hurt.”

But the idea of stopping your activities made his heart hurt more. Yoongi know that you and Jin were his friends. He knew that if he cut things off, you both would respect his decision and go back to being just friends instead of friends with benefits. It felt like he would lose that intimacy, that closeness with the two of you. He felt safe around both of you, comfortable.

But at the same time, he felt like he could break, easily, with the slightest movement. One wrong word, one wrong look, and he would be done.

Yoongi knew he had to end it. Had to stop, had to...get some space. Get the thought of your hands and lips and soft gasps out of of his head. Get the thought of Jin muttering darkly in his ear, the burning hot trail of his fingertips against his skin.

His phone went off, and he found a message from Jin.

[Seokjin-hyung created a group message.]

[Seokjin-hyung renamed the group “Seokjinnie’s Two Babies”]

From: Seokjin-hyung

Yoongi, be a dear and help settle a debate for me

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THIS SHIT IS BRIGHT FUCKIGN ORANGE

From: Seokjin-hyung’s girlfriend

IT IS HOT PINK YOU UNCULTURED SWINE

From: Seokjin-hyung

O R A N G E

From: Seokjin-hyung’s girlfriend

YOU FUCKING COLORBLIND GRANDPA EVEN YOONGI KNOWS ITS HOT PINK

Right??? Right, oppa??? ^_^

From: Seokjin-hyung

DON’T CALL HIM OPPA TO GET HIM ON YOUR SIDE

Yoongi. Darling. My baby. It’s bright orange. Right?

From: You

wtf is going on. did u srsly make a group chat for this?

From: Seokjin-hyung

yes

Also to send this meme I found on Instagram

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From: Seokjin-hyung’s girlfriend

haha you losers play Minecraft????? what are you, twelve?

From: You

i’ve actually never played Minecraft. i don’t think hyung has either.

From: Seokjin-hyung

I’m a Nintendhoe 4 life. This was the wrong meme, that was for Jungkook. I have to relocate to Antarctica and change my name

From: You

lol bye bitch

From: Seokjin-hyung’s girlfriend

You will be missed

From: Seokjin-hyung

Oh so you both wouldn’t even stop me from moving to Antarctica??? I see how it is. Betrayal. From the two people I trust most in this world, The actual love of my life, and my son, who I raised from childhood,

From: You

i know she calls u daddy, but u should at least call her ur daughter, don’t u think??? misgendering isn’t cool hyung

From: Seokjin-hyung

Bold of you to assume you’re the love of my life when you disrespect me like this

From: Seokjin-hyung’s girlfriend

glad we were in agreement that my shirt is hot pink

From: You

sorry jagi, i have to go with hyung on this one. that shirt is more orange than pink.

From: Seokjin-hyung’s girlfriend

MOTHERFUCKER

From: Seokjin-hyung

TAKE THAT YOU BEAUTIFUL ANGEL WHO I LOVE MORE THAN ANYTHING ON THIS EARTH

From: Seokjin-hyung’s girlfriend

LICK THE ENTIRETY OF MY ASSHOLE

From: Seokjin-hyung

Is that an invitation? Yoongi you want in on this? ;)

From: You

i don’t think she meant it like that hyung

From: Seokjin-hyung’s girlfriend

i hate both of you

Yoongi come over and i’ll teach both of you a lesson in color theory

From: Seokjin-hyung

Oh god she has a PowerPoint presentation

From: You

omw only 2 see hyung suffer

From: Seokjin-hyung

I hate you

From: You

-xxx-

“Oh, hey Yoongi-oppa!”

Yoongi grunted an acknowledgement, making his way into the kitchen, where Jin was cutting up vegetables.

“Hey, Yoongi,” Jin chirped, and you barreled into Jin’s back, nuzzling your face into his broad shoulder blades with a happy giggle. Yoongi snatched a slice of cucumber from the cutting board and observed the two of you.

Jin continued to cut vegetables, and you had to strain up to your tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his cheek. Jin turned his head and pressed a kiss to your forehead, making both of you smile. You also snatched a cucumber from the cutting board, crunching happily.

Yoongi felt thorns grow in his heart. He felt the ugly, rolling jealousy in his stomach. That made his words come out faster than he wanted them to.

“I think we should stop,” he blurted, Jin halting in his cutting and your eyebrows furrowing curiously, “I think...whatever is going on has to stop.”

“What?” You asked, Jin setting down his knife so he could turn and face Yoongi fully.

“What do you mean?”

“This,” Yoongi said, gesturing between all of you in the room, “Between us. I don’t think I should...sleep with you guys anymore.”

The silence in the room was tense. Yoongi couldn’t bear to look at either of you. He saw you fiddling with your fingers out of the corner of his eye, and Jin folded his arm.

“Is...Is it something we did?” You asked quietly, “Did...Did we make you uncomfortable, Yoongi-oppa?”

“No,” Yoongi shook his head, “No, I just...it’s kinda risky, isn’t it?” Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck, “The three of us. Someone is going to figure out something eventually. It’s already bad enough that you have to be hidden, but then when you add me to the equation?” He shook his head, folding his own arms, “It gets messy. It’s probably better to cut this off before…” he swallowed, “Before someone gets hurt.”

“Yoongi,” Jin tried, and Yoongi shook his head.

“It’s fine,” Yoongi chuckled, “I’ve intruded long enough. You guys don’t need me hanging around like a third wheel anymore.”

“No,” you whispered, taking a halted step forward, “You were never like that. Yoongi, we-“

“Don’t worry about it,” Yoongi cut you off, “I’m fine. I just think we should stop sleeping together. We’re still friends, and I’ll still see you around.” He stepped away, going to take his leave, “So um. Thanks. For everything, I guess.” He swallowed giving you both a half hearted wave, “Bye.”

“Yoongi-“

“Oppa-!”

But Yoongi was already gone, the door clicking shut behind him with a dull, hollow thud.

-xxx-

“Hey.”

You turned, looking over to Jin. He reached out and grabbed your hand, giving it a tight squeeze.

“You okay?” He asked quietly.

You definitely were not okay. On a scale of okay to not okay, you were a not okay. You were devastated, and you didn’t even know why.

“Ah…” you tried to speak, but as soon as you opened your mouth, all you could do was suck in a sharp breath, a choked sob escaping. Jin silently collected you in his arms, and you let the tears fall.

“Shhh, it’s okay, jagiya,” Jin murmured, “You’re okay.”

“I-I’m sorry,” you choked out, “I d-don’t know why…”

“It’s okay,” Jin reassured you, stroking your hair, “We did a lot of things together and he just...cut it off. It was sudden. It’s okay to be hurt, kitten.”

“Jin,” You blubbered, clutching onto him tighter, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He whispered, rocking you gently.

The week after Yoongi dropped the bomb on the both of you was difficult. You couldn’t bear to be away from Jin, who seemed to be returning the sentiment. Although you couldn’t come with him to practice, you still stayed at his dorm and waited for his return, which was usually late into the night.

The bed felt cold. Even though Jin kept you clutched to him tightly, there still felt like there was a cold spot at your back. You had felt Jin’s hands fumble a few times behind you, and your heart ached.

“I guess we just got used to him being here,” Jin mumbled one night, after his hands chased something that wasn’t there. “It feels kinda cold, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” You sighed, moving in closer, “A little bit.”

Yoongi had done a wonderful job of avoiding the two of you, which made your heart ache more than before. He always left the room if you were entering. He never stood near Jin for longer than he had to. He barely said anything to anyone, really. You could tell the other members were concerned for him, but you didn’t have the heart to tell any of them what was wrong.

“I don’t know what’s wrong,” you said with a sad smile, “I hope he feels better soon.”

You kept your distance as best as you could. You wanted nothing more than to go and gather Yoongi in your arms, give him reassuring kisses, but it felt wrong. Everything surrounding this whole situation felt wrong, like trying to jam a puzzle piece into a space it clearly didn’t belong in.

Eventually, you realized that this was going to keep eating away at you until you at least tried to talk to Yoongi. So you decided to loiter around after one of his dance lessons with Hoseok and Jimin, sitting on the floor outside the door. You were playing the newest levels in the Puzzle Star BT21 game, frowning thoughtfully as you tried to figure out the best move for your Cooky piece.

You jumped when you heard the door open, Hoseok’s bright laughter and Jimin’s squeaky giggle immediately pouring out. You scrambled to your feet, putting your hands behind your back and puffing up your shoulders and cheeks.

“Noona?” Jimin asked, giving you a confused look, “Jin-hyung isn’t here.”

“Um, I know.” You tried to keep yourself inflated, “I-I needed to talk to Yoongi-oppa.”

“Who wants to talk to me?” Yoongi asked, shuffling out of the practice room. You blinked rapidly, taking in his appearance. His hair was slicked back with sweat, his lips looking abused from biting them. His usual dark circles looked a lot worse than they normally do, and overall he looked sullen and moody. When he saw you, you saw something defiant flash in his eyes before he regarded you levely.

“U-Um,” you straightened up a bit more, “I-I wanted to speak to you. Oppa.” You paused again, then bowed slightly, “Please.”

“...Fine.” Yoongi gestured you back into the practice room, and you scrambled to follow him, giving a confused Hoseok and Jimin what you hoped was a reassuring smile before closing the door behind you.

Yoongi leaned against the mirrors, his arms folded. It struck you how handsome he looked then, your palms sweating as you wiped them on your jeans nervously. He regarded you with a scrutinizing gaze, closed off and distant. This wasn’t the Yoongi you had spent nights with tangled in the sheets. This was someone else entirely.

“Well?” He asked shortly, making you wince. “You wanted to talk. I’m tired, so let’s make this quick.”

You curled in on yourself, fiddling with the strings of your (Seokjin’s) hoodie, biting your lip to gather your thoughts.

“I...I just wanted to know wh-why you cut things off like that,” you looked up to meet his gaze, flinching slightly as you met his cold glare, “I-It just seemed really sudden, and I wanted to make sure if you were okay-“

“I’m fine,” Yoongi cut you off, and you startled at how harsh he sounded, “Is that all? Cuz if it is, I’d really like to go home now.”

“Yoongi-oppa…” you whispered, your voice wobbling, “Please, I just want to understand-“

“What left is there to understand?” Yoongi said with a disbelieving chuckle, “I broke it off. It’s done. Over. I’m fine. It wasn’t anything serious, anyways.”

“But-“

“Will you just drop it?” he barked, giving you a dark glare, “It’s not like we were dating. Like I already said, it wasn’t anything serious, and it never will be.” He stalked towards you, making you flinch back in fear, “So stop chasing me around, got it?” He brushed past you towards the door, and all you could do was watch his back walk away in the mirror, tears filling your eyes, “And while you’re at it, tell hyung to stop pestering me, too. It’s annoying.”

With that, he slammed the door to the practice room shut behind him, the sound making you crumple to your knees, the tears you tried to hold back so desperately finally falling with an anguished sob.

-xxx-

“Jagi?”

You sniffled pathetically, curling into your oversized hoodie to make yourself smaller.

“Jagiya,” Jin pulled you into his chest, “What happened? Why are you crying, baby?”

“I-I tried to talk to Y-Yoongi-oppa,” you admitted, hiccuping sadly, “A-And he just brushed me off l-like he didn’t care…!”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Jin brushed a soothing hand through your hair, “I’m sorry.”

“H-He told me to leave him a-alone…” You sniffled again, “B-But I’m so sad, oppa, and h-he doesn’t look h-happy at all…”

“Ugh,” Jin let out a tired groan, “What a shit.” Jin rubbed your back and rested his cheek on the top of your head with a defeated sigh. “I don’t know, jagi, maybe we should just drop it.”

You tensed up in his hold, pulling away to look at Jin. He looked tired, more so than usual, and defeated. Done, like there was nothing more that he could do.

“W...What do you mean?” you asked quietly.

“I mean, we should just drop it. It’s obvious that Yoongi-ah isn’t interested in...what we had anymore. So why even bother?” Even though he said it, he still didn’t look satisfied.

“So…” you pulled out of Jin’s embrace, meeting his confused gaze with a furrowed brow, “S-So just like that? It’s over? Oppa, this whole thing feels weird,” you hugged yourself, looking down at your worn sneakers, “It’s like we all b-broke up and I’m s-scared…Yoongi-oppa is obviously not okay, and we’re not okay,” Your voice raised slightly, looking back up at Jin desperately, “S-So don’t you think we should all talk about it?!”

“There’s nothing left to talk about!” Jin hissed, clearly trying not to raise his voice, “He’s made his stance very clear. He wants nothing to do with us.”

“That can't be true, he’s hurting-“

“-He left!” Jin shouted, making you flinch back. His face softened, taking a cautious step back towards you, taking one of your hands in his, “Jagi. He left. That should be enough for us to know that he doesn’t want this.” He gave your hand a squeeze, reaching up to brush away another tear that tracked down your cheek. “There’s nothing more we can do. I’m sorry, jagi.”

“But…” you choked on another sob, “B-But I miss him. Why doesn’t he f-feel the same?”

“Sweetheart,” Jin started slowly, his grip loosening a bit on your hand, “Do...do you have...feelings for him?”

You froze. Your whole body tensed, another tear falling loose from your eye.

You hadn’t even considered that. You hadn’t even thought that was a possibility, because-

“I’m in love with you,” you finally replied, meeting Jin’s concerned gaze, “S-Seokjinnie-oppa, I’m in love with you.”

“I love you, too,” he replied, “But why is this bothering us...you,” your face scrunched at his correction, “So much? I-If you don’t have feelings. For Yoongi-ah.”

“I...Us?” you asked, tilting your head, “Oppa, have...have you been okay?”

“Yes?” He replied, quickly, but it came out as a question instead, then he laughed nervously, “Totally fine.”

“...Seokjin,” you murmured, “Do...Do you have feelings for Yoongi?”

“I…” Jin halted, looking from you to the floor, his face scrunching, “I...I don’t…”

Your ears began to ring. You felt yourself rip your hands from Jin’s grasp, hears him call your name in confusion. You quickly fled from the dorms, Jin’s desperate cry of your name drowned out by the late night traffic of Seoul.

Do you have feelings for him?

You were gasping for breath by the time you reached your apartment, your phone buzzing in your pocket. You leaned against your door, Jin’s conflicted face popping back into your head.

Do you have feelings for him?

You thought of the late nights the three of you spent together. You thought of Yoongi’s soft mouth, of Jin’s big hands, of the three of you so tangled together that you weren’t sure where any of you ended or began.

You wanted Jin. You wanted Yoongi. You wanted the both of them, you wanted all three of you together again.

Do you have feelings for him?

“Yes,” you choked out into the dull quiet of your apartment, tears streaming down your face as you slid down to the floor, “I love him.”

-xxx-

“Cheers!”

You half heartedly raised your beer with the rest of the table, watching over the rim with morbid curiosity as some of the stylist noonas downed their glasses of beer or knocked back a shot of soju.

Once a month, the female stylists of the Bangtan boys got together for dinner and drinks to catch up, relax, and talk shit. You were always invited, an honorary member of the team, and you always loved to hear the gossip within the company.

“Can you believe,” Jaehwa, Hoseok’s appointed makeup artist, bellowed, practically slamming her beer mug on the table, making you jump, “The audacity of him. ‘Jaehwa-noona, can you smudge this a little more?’ Did he go to cosmetology school for four years? No. I am the expert here. I’m going to smudge his ass into the dirt.”

“Do it,” Minjee, Jin’s makeup artist, encouraged from across the table, “Smudge him, unnie!”

“I’m gonna,” she said, taking another sip of beer, then sighing. “I’m not gonna. I love that boy too much. I love him like my own son. That bastard.”

You giggled behind your hand, picking up a piece of meat from the grill. Then Jaehwa tsked at you, grabbing your plate and piling up a few more things from the grill and a few side dishes.

“Eat, aegi! You’re so small. You’re still growing. Also don’t reach, let your unnies take care of you.”

“Thank you, Jaehwa-unnie,” you said sweetly.

“So tell us,” Youngmi, Taehyung’s stylist, spoke up, the whole table turning their attention to you, “How is everything going for the littlest, honorary member of our commune?”

“Is Seokjin treating you well?” Minjee asked, playing with her chopsticks, “If he’s treating you badly, I can always mess up and ‘accidentally’ poke him in the eye with my eyeliner.” She made a stabbing motion with her chopsticks, and Youngmi laughed.

“Damn, how many times have I done that to Taehyungie,” she took a sip of beer, smirking conspiratorially, “When he says something snarky, my wrist ‘slips’ and he knows not to cross me again.”

“I would say I could mess up his hair, but he does that on his own,” Sooyun, Jin’s hair stylist, scoffed, and you bowed apologetically.

“I’m still so sorry for that Sooyun-unnie,” you scratched your cheek, “I’m like 80 percent of his impulse control and I was with family that night. I yelled at him for like, an hour.”

“I appreciate your support and efforts.” Sooyun sighed, reaching to flip a piece of meat on the grill.

“But, um,” you squirmed a bit under their critical gazes, “Seokjinnie-oppa has been treating me well.”

“You seem like something is on your mind,” Jaehwa said, “Tell your unnies. This is a judgement-free zone.”

You looked around the table, all of the women patiently looking and waiting for you to spill. The sizzle of the grill and clicking of silverware against the table was the only thing that was heard. You gently placed your chopsticks down, and started fidgeting with your fingers.

“Um,” you began, clearing your throat before blurting, “Unnies, what do I do if I feel like I have feelings for another man?”

The table went silent, no noise except for the grill.

“...Aegi, do you not have feelings for Seokjin?” Jaehwa asked, gently resting her hand on your arm. You shook your head.

“No! No, I still love Seokjinnie-oppa more than anything. I would never break up with him. If anything, this is the closest I’ve ever felt to him.” You tilted your head, “But...he...the other guy,” you shrunk in on yourself, “He’s really sweet, and caring, and kind...he’s so funny, too. He leaves Jin-oppa and I in stitches half the time.” You smiled at the thought of hanging out with Yoongi and Jin, all the good times you had together, without the sex involved. “I really care about him, as a friend, and something more...b-but I’m really scared,” Jaehwa took your hand and gave it a comforting squeeze, “Wh-What if Seokjin takes it the wrong way? I want to stay with him. But I also want to explore the growing feelings with the other man...it feels like so much more than just fleeting feelings.”

“Ah, to be young,” Minjee sighed wistfully, resting her chin in her palm. “I think that the best solution is to talk to Seokjin honestly and openly. As long as you’re honest, I think he will understand.” Minjee tilted her head, smiling sweetly, “Plus you two have been together for so long. I’m sure he’d do whatever it takes not to lose you.”

“He would be a whole ass idiot if he ever lost you,” Sooyun exclaimed, the table cheering their agreements, “Without you that boy probably would have shaved his head bald. 80 percent of his impulse control.”

“I agree with Minjee, for once in my life,” Jaehwa admitted, giving your hand another comforting squeeze, ignoring Minjee’s baffled look from across the table, “Talk with him, aegi. Tell him everything you told us. Everything will work out for you, in the end.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, then looked around the table with a grin, “Thank you, unnies. I appreciate you guys a lot.”

“Let’s do a round of soju!” Youngmi bellowed, the rest of the girls cheering in agreement. You joined them, laughing while your tiny shot glasses clinked together, the alcohol burning hot down your throat.

-xxx-

“So Namjoon, you’re not straight, right?”

Namjoon paused, looking up from his notebook to where Jin was sitting, pouring a packet of sugar into his green tea before reaching for the little bottle of honey the waitress left for them. Namjoon tilted his head, then straighten up when Jin put his chin in his hand, his gaze serious and calculating.

“Uh,” Namjoon blinked, scratching the back of his head. “I guess that’s a good way to put it, yeah.” He looked back at Jin, “Why, hyung?”

Jin was silent, stirring his tea as he stared at Namjoon contemplatively. He finally removed his spoon, placing it on the cute little plate and picking up his cup, taking a small sip.

“Jesus Christ that’s fucking hot,” Jin muttered under his breath, setting the cup down.

“Hyung.” Namjoon urged, and Jin sighed.

“Because I...need advice.” Jin admitted, “About possibly. Being not straight.”

“Oh?” Namjoon asked, “What’s going on?”

“So. As we know, I am deeply and madly in love with my girlfriend,” Jin began, “She literally put the stars in the sky and is like 60 percent of my impulse control-“

“I’d say 80 percent.”

“75 percent of my impulse control,” Jin corrected, “She’s beautiful, sexy, amazing, gorgeous, and sucks dick like a fucking champ.”

“Jin-hyung, I really don’t need to be hearing that,” Namjoon whined.

“The point is. I love her. I love her more than any other person on this earth. I would take a bullet for her, and also shoot bullets for her.” Jin took a shaky breath before continuing, “So why, after however many years of domestic bliss, why, is my brain giving me feelings for Yoongi?”

“Yoongi-hyung?” Namjoon asked, “Really?”

“Namjoon, please. As much as I joke that I was your not-straight awakening, we both know it was actually Yoongi.”

“You can just say bisexual, hyung.” Namjoon muttered, hiding his blushing cheeks behind his cup of coffee.

“Anyways, how did you know?” Jin asked, “That you were. Not as straight as you initially thought.”

“Hm.” Namjoon hummed thoughtfully, “I don’t really know, hyung. I mean with Yoongi-hyung...we were together a lot. He was a little cold and gruff at first. We fought a lot. But the more we hung out, the more we got to know each other…” Namjoon shrugged helplessly, “Yoongi-hyung is an attractive guy, we both can’t deny that. But there’s something in the way he treats others when he cares about them.” Namjoon smiled fondly, “He started treating me carefully. Treating me to coffee and ice cream. ‘Let hyung take care of you’. Giving me critiques on my music, but nicer. Telling me that I was worth something when I felt like I was worthless.” Namjoon took another sip of coffee, before beaming proudly, “He was my first guy I ever kissed, did you know that? We kissed, and he did it so softly and carefully, like I would break. After that it was abundantly clear to the both of us that we liked each other as friends rather than something more, but. After that, I started noticing other guys. I kissed a few other guys, too. A few girls. Kissing girls is fun when you want something soft and cute and has curves in all the right places. Kissing guys is fun when you want something harder, with rougher edges.”

“But I don’t want to kiss other guys,” Jin admitted, “I just want to kiss Yoongi. I want to kiss him, and I want to keep kissing her.” He paused, “I want them to kiss each other too. Is that weird? Am I gross? I don’t want to ruin what I have with her. She’s so perfect, Namjoon, I want to be with her forever.”

“I don’t think you’re weird or gross, hyung.” Namjoon paused, “Well, you are weird and gross. But not for this.”

“Yah! Show some respect! I birthed you!”

“Anyways,” Namjoon continued, “It’s normal for people to have more than one partner, hyung. It’s called polyamory. And I think you just need to talk honestly and openly with your girlfriend about how you feel. I’m sure she’ll understand and listen with open ears.”

“...You’re right,” Jin sighed, “Thank you for listening to hyung. I appreciate it.”

“No problem,” Namjoon smiled, his dimples poking out cutely, “As long as we keep our promise of never having to hear or see you fuck. I’m fine with whatever. Just be careful.”

“Of course,” Jin nodded, then took another sip of tea, looking out the cafe window to watch a few people go by, while Namjoon continued to work on lyrics.

-xxx-

“Yoongi-hyung!”

“No,” Yoongi replied, going to close the door, but Taehyung stuck his foot in the way.

“You promised me you would hang out tonight and you will not deny me of this precious time.”

Yoongi glared at Taehyung through the crack in the door, who glared back before rustling a bag.

“I brought chicken wings and also Hoseokie-hyung.”

“Hallo!” Hoseok peeked from behind Taehyung’s shoulder, “I have beer!”

“...Fine.” Yoongi huffed, snatching the bag from Taehyung, “You’re lucky I’m hungry.”

“See I told you he’d only let me in if I brought you,” Taehyung muttered to Hoseok, and Yoongi rolled his eyes, sitting at his desk and placing the bag on it. Hoseok and Taehyung plopped down on the bed, Hoseok cracking open a beer while Taehyung took a sip from his already open bottle of strawberry juice.

“So how have things been?” Taehyung asked, Yoongi swiftly catching the can of beer Hoseok tossed his way, avoiding opening it for a moment while it’s contents settled.

“Taehyung, we see each other everyday. You know how I’ve been.”

“Ah, so absolutely horrible?” Taehyung asked, and Yoongi paused, looking at him with a furrowed brow. Taehyung gestured for the bag of chicken wings, and Yoongi mechanically obeyed, the two bodies on the bed grabbing some before handing the box back to Yoongi. “Don’t give me a look, hyung. You’re so easy to read sometimes you put Jiminie to shame.”

“Also your hair,” Hoseok piped up around a bite of chicken, “You’ve been using dry shampoo instead of actually showering, which you are prone to do when you’re in a depressive episode and since you found out what dry shampoo was.”

“It’s so fucking convenient,” Yoongi groaned, “It’s a shower in a can. Science is incredible.”

“Except it doesn’t replace a shower.” Taehyung urged, “When was the last time you did shower?”

“Obviously yesterday,” Hoseok said, pointing, “He was definitely using dry shampoo in the morning. Then we got too sweaty after practice. You can tell he went, there’s no grease or white residue.”

“My dry shampoo does not leave white residue and you are both full of shit,” Yoongi barked, “Why are you roasting me? I thought you wanted to hang out.”

“Hangouts include roasts, hyung,” Taehyung pointed out, “We roast you because we care.”

“You both suck and I hate you.” Yoongi mumbled, taking a long sip of beer.

“Eat more wings, hyung, you may start to like us better.” Hoseok teased, hanging the box back to him.

They spent a while like that, passing the box of chicken wings, chugging their beverages, telling stories of things that have happened throughout the week. On his second can of beer, Yoongi felt loose enough to finally address the elephant in the room.

“You came because you were worried, right,” Yoongi muttered to Taehyung, who looked up at him, taking the last sip of strawberry juice, “Because I’ve been having an ‘episode’, as Seok-ah so nicely put it.”

“Ah,” Taehyung slouched towards Yoongi, smiling, “Perhaps, I’m also easy to read.”

“I broke the sacred rule,” he sighed, “The sacred rule of being gay.”

“I thought you were bi?” Hoseok asked, but Yoongi waved him off.

“I fell for a straight dude.” Yoongi said, sighing heavily as Taehyung gasped dramatically. “Even worse, I fell for a straight dude who is taken. Worse than that?”

“How can this possibly get worse?” Taehyung wailed, and Yoongi smirked.

“I fell for his girlfriend, too.”

“Oh my god,” Taehyung cried, “Hyung, you bisexual disaster. Why didn’t you tell me? I could have knocked some sense into you before it was too late!”

“I think I was fucked from the beginning,” Yoongi contemplated, throwing his feet up on his desk. “From the moment I kissed her.”

“Wait, kissed?” Hoseok interrupted, “What the fuck, you kissed this dude’s girl behind his back?”

“What kind of idiot do you think I am?” Yoongi frowned as Hoseok and Taehyung opened their mouths, and he halted them, “Don’t answer that. It was all consensual. He watched me kiss her.”

“Y’all did what now?” Taehyung all but screeched, and Yoongi took another swing of his beer.

“So, I suppose I should start from the beginning.” Yoongi grabbed another chicken wing, taking a bite and chewing thoughtfully. “Imagine this, if you will: you’re bisexual as fuck, and your two hot friends who are in a committed relationship invite you into the bedroom for what was supposed to be one,” Yoongi held up one finger, “one night of passion. What,” he firmly smacked his beer can onto his desk, “Pray tell, do you do?”

“Easy,” Taehyung replied, pointing a chicken wing at Yoongi, “Say yes and have an amazing threesome with my two hot friends.”

“Ding ding ding!” Yoongi chimed, “And that is exactly what I did. I got my dick wet, and it was nice, and we all parted ways amicably and that should have been the end. Right?!” he paused when he saw Hoseok’s face, which was confused as he took slow bites of his chicken wing, “Wrong. Absolutely wrong. My friends invited me back again. And again. And again.”

“Why didn’t you cut it off sooner, hyung?” Hoseok finally piped up, “It sounds like you could have saved yourself a lot of grief if you had left earlier.”

Because I love them, Yoongi thought, giving Hoseok a blank look, because it was the closest I could get to them. Because it meant I could touch them and not get in trouble. Because I wanted to be with them so bad, I was willing to hurt myself to do so.

“...Pussy too bomb.” is what Yoongi said instead.

“Yoongi-hyung,” Taehyung sighed, “Maybe you need to talk to them again. Get some closure. Tell them how you actually feel instead of sitting and stewing in it.” Taehyung began to clean up the remnants of their dinner, Yoongi helping mechanically.

“I agree with Taehyungie,” Hoseok said, moving in to give Yoongi a quick squeeze, “We like when you’re happy the best, hyung. Maybe just speaking to them will clear some things up for all of you, too!”

“Good luck!” Taehyung cooed, giving Yoongi a quick kiss on the temple, then the two of them left, leaving Yoongi alone in his room.

“...Talking, huh?” he sighed, downing the rest of his beer.

-xxx-

“Fuck.”

Your hands were shaking. You had knocked politely on Jin’s door, waiting for him to answer you. It had been a few days since you had seen each other, although you had both texted each other after you had fled Jin’s dorm, and decided that a little bit of space to think would benefit the both of you. You heard a bit of scrambling on the other side of the door, a thump, a low muttering, and then Jin was opening the door.

“My darling,” he all but wailed, clutching his chest, “My sweet angel. It’s been decades. I thought if I had to go one more day without seeing your beautiful face I would surely wither away to nothing!”

You blinked, then immediately wrapped yourself around him in a warm hug, sighing in relief when he returned the sentiment, giving you a tight squeeze.

“I missed you,” you sighed again, nuzzling your face into his shoulder, “I missed you so fucking much, oh my god.”

“I love you,” Jin murmured, pressing sweet kisses into your hair, “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” You pulled away and hummed happily as Jin pressed your lips together sweetly. You both kept the kiss chaste and sweet, peck after peck as Jin dragged you into his room and closing the door. You both sat down on his bed, next to each other your hands laced together.

“So,” Jin began softly, playing with your fingers, “I’ve done a lot of thinking.”

“I did too,” you replied, then admitted, “I got some help from my unnies, too.”

“I got help from Namjoon,” Jin revealed, “Um, do you want to go first? Or should I?”

“Um,” you licked your lips, “If you don’t mind, I think I might lose my nerve if I don’t go first.”

“Go ahead, sweetheart.” Jin encouraged you sweetly, and you took a deep breath, Jin giving your hands a soft, reassuring squeeze.

“Seokjinnie, I...Thinking about it these past few days,” you began softly, trying to will your voice to not shake, “I...I really did have...f-feelings…” you felt yourself shrinking, and your voice quieting down to an embarrassed mumble, “f...feelings for...Y-Yoongi-oppa…” The two of you fell quiet, and then you panicked, your gaze shooting back up to Jin’s face, which looked thoroughly shocked. “N-Not that I lost any feelings for you! I still love you more than a-anyone else in the entire world!” Jin blinked rapidly, “I-I just...for some reason, I...I fell for...Yoongi-oppa, too…”

The two of you fell silent again. It didn’t feel stifled, or tense. You felt a little lighter finally putting your feelings out onto the table. Jin finally moved after a moment, letting out a huge breath of air.

“Ah, jagi, I love you,” he finally murmured, leaning over to press a kiss to your cheek. “I love you more than anyone. Why are you so perfect?” He continued to press kisses all over your face, making you giggle, “You’re literally the most perfect human being in the entire world.”

“J-Jinnie-!” you attempted to turn your face away from his onslaught, and he pulled away, giving you a silly grin. “Wh-What are you even saying?”

“I love you,” he repeated, then, “I also have feelings for Yoongi-ah.”

You startled back, resting your hands on Jin’s shoulders. You met his gaze, a silly grin stretching his lips across his face.

“It’s so weird, isn’t it?” Jin asked, “From going to thinking you have feelings for one person to suddenly having feelings for another person. Is it gross that I want Yoongi-ah to kiss you and me?” You blinked rapidly, Jin resting his head on your shoulder with a burdened sigh, “I wanna kiss Yoongi so bad. I also want to kick his ass for making you cry.”

“I wanna kiss him too,” you murmured, your cheeks heating up at the mental image of Jin and Yoongi kissing, “I want you to kiss him, too. I want all of us to be together and happy.”

“Do you think Yoongi-ah will want the same thing, though?” Jin sighed, hugging you close to him and resting his head on your shoulder, “He really just...he just left. He just cut us off and walked away.”

“I still think Yoongi-oppa is hurting just as bad as we are, Seokjinnie,” you pouted thoughtfully, running your fingers through Jin’s silky soft hair, making him hum in appreciation, “You know that he’s kind of private. This might be something we have to all discuss together so we can come to an understanding.”

“...What if he doesn’t want us?” Jin asked quietly, his voice small and scared. “What...What if he just wants you?”

“I don’t think he would have called you ‘daddy’ so willingly if he wasn’t a little bit into you, Seokjinnie,” you pointed out, and Jin whined, hiding his face further into your neck. “Don’t worry! I’m sure he’ll want you, too. And if he just wants one of us, then we won’t accept him. That’s unfair to the other person.”

“Okay,” Jin pulled away from your neck, cupping your face in his hands, “Okay. Then, we’ll talk with him. We’ll get everything cleared up, and we’ll all talk together and figure something out that works for all three of us.”

“Sounds like a plan.” You agreed, leaning in to press your lips together.

-xxx-

“Yoongi-ah.”

“No.”

Yoongi began to close the door to his room, but Jin shoved his foot in the way, not allowing him to close the door.

“Fuck!” Jin spat, pulling his foot away and clutching it, “Shit, that fucking hurt!”

“Seokjin! You’re only supposed to do that if you’re wearing a shoe!” You screeched, moving in to help him stand up, “Are you okay?”

“Okay bye,” Yoongi mumbled, trying to shut the door again, but this time you stepped in and smacked your palm against the door, forcing it to stay open.

“Min Yoongi, we’re here to talk!” You blurted, paused, then, “Please!”

“What is there left to talk about?” Yoongi groused, “I thought I told you both to leave me alone.”

“Yoongi!” Jin shouted, “Is this any way to treat me, Kim Seokjin, the man who raised you?”

“Hyung,” Yoongi grit out, “Leave. Please.”

“Nope, you’ll let us in, and we’re going to talk like adults.” Jin demanded, pushing the door open, making Yoongi stumble back, “Come on, my dear,” Jin ushered you inside, then closed the door shut. “Everyone sit.” You quickly followed Jin’s order, sitting on Yoongi’s bed. Yoongi sat in his desk chair, and Jin remained standing.

“So what do you two want?” Yoongi finally asked after a moment of awkward silence, “I thought I made my stance on this whole thing abundantly clear.”

“Well your stance is bullshit,” Jin blurted out, and you winced, watching Yoongi’s slightly irritated face morph into very irritated.

“Excuse me?” Yoongi seethed, and you quickly stood up as Jin opened his mouth, covering it with both your hands.

“Ah...What Jinnie was trying to say,” you made sure Jin wasn’t going to speak before putting your hands down and looking back over at Yoongi, who also decided to stand up, “Is that…w-we both think that maybe you made your choice a little too hastily.”

“And I told you before that I didn’t,” Yoongi snapped, “Now you’re just being annoying! What is wrong with the two of you?! We were never together! Why do you keep bothering me with something that was never supposed to matter?!”

“Because it matters now!” Jin roared, stepping forward and making you flinch back in fear, “Because we’re both in love with you, you fucking shit idiot!”

Before Yoongi or you could react, Jin stomped forward, grabbing Yoongi’s cheeks and pulling him into a bruising kiss, making Yoongi tense up. His eyes widened comically as Jin pressed them closer. Yoongi’s gaze frantically flicked over to you, but you were sure you were just as shocked. You had to admit that the view was nice and made your heart kick fondly. Yoongi’s hands looked small on Jin’s broad shoulders, and his cheeks looked puffier squeezed in between Jin’s big hands. Jin pulled away to meet Yoongi’s still wide gaze, letting out a snort of amusement.

“You look stupid,” Jin laughed, pulling him back in to press frantic kisses all over his face, “I hate you. You’re so fucking cute, and I want to kick your stupid ass.”

“Uh,” Yoongi finally spoke up, trying to turn his face away from Jin’s affectionate assault, “I-I’m getting a lot of mixed signals here-ah-!” Yoongi helped when Jin’s teeth sunk into his neck, “Uh, h-help-!”

“S-Seokjin,” you finally got your body in gear, stumbling over to break the two of them apart, “Uh. I’m. Jin?”

“Uh,” Jin wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, clearing his throat, “Sorry. That’s not what how we wanted to handle this.”

“W-We do...like you though, Yoongi-oppa,” you said, your voice trembling, “We both realized that w-we both really like you. Th-That’s why we kept bothering you so much. It…” you tilted your head, trying to find the right words, “It felt so wrong without you there, oppa. We both missed you so much.” You reached out carefully, gently taking Yoongi’s hand in yours, giving him a nervous little smile. “S-So we...if you’ll have both of us…” you smiled wider when Jin reached out to take Yoongi’s other hand, “We’d really love for you to date us both.”

“...I…” Yoongi looked frantically between the two of you, his fingers trembling in your hand, “You...what?”

“We wanna date you!” Jin repeated, “You shit idiot!”

“Stop calling me a shit idiot, you fuck head!”

“Where do you two come up with these insults?” You murmured under your breath, using your free hand to cover Jin’s mouth again, “Yoongi-oppa. We’re being a hundred percent serious with this proposition. I-If you don’t have feelings for both of us, we understand, and we won’t bother you about this again. B-But we thought...maybe you felt the same…”

“What do you mean maybe?” Yoongi asked, “Is this a prank?”

“No! I just said we’re being a hundred percent serious!” You yelped indignantly, “We would never joke about something like this! This is serious!”

“Oh my god,” Yoongi mumbled, sinking down to a crouch, his hands still being held by you and Jin, “Oh my god, you’re both serious? Oh my god?” He laughed in disbelief, “What the fuck? What the fuck?”

“Y-Yoongi?” You asked, and Yoongi looked back up at the two of you, his eyes shining with unshed tears, his hands clutching both of yours tightly.

“You’re serious?” He asked, his voice a trembling whisper, “Y-You both? You both l-like me?”

“Yes,” Jin reaffirmed, kneeling down to meet Yoongi’s gaze, and you followed, the three of you kneeling in a weird circle on the ground, “We both really like you, Yoongi. Would you like to be our boyfriend?”

“God,” Yoongi choked out, freeing his hands so he could grab Jin’s face, pulling him in for a deep kiss, only breaking it to murmur “yes” before kissing him again. You jumped when Yoongi pulled from Jin and moved to you, pulling you in for a deep kiss as well. “Both of you, I want both of you. Please.”

“You have us,” Jin reassured him softly, moving in to wrap an arm around Yoongi’s shoulders, nuzzling his face into his neck, “We’re all yours.”

“I love you,” Yoongi sighed against your lips, pulling you into a hug with one arm, then hugging Jin closer, “I love you both.”

-xxx-

“Oh my god.”

You giggled as Yoongi pulled away from Jin, his eyes widened as if he was caught doing something bad. His lips were a slicked cherry red, and Jin’s lips looked about the same.

“You guys really couldn’t wait, huh?” You asked, and Yoongi pouted, turning and pressing his lips back against Jin’s, humming happily as Jin’s hands roamed down his back.

“Sorry, kitten,” Jin smirked down at Yoongi’s pout, “Baby boy couldn’t wait.”

“Aw, needy, huh?” You cooed, climbing onto the bed and pressing a kiss to Yoongi’s cheek, smiling when he turned to meet your lips with his.

“M not needy,” Yoongi denied, and Jin rolled his eyes. “But if I don’t get fucked in the next five minutes, I may have a tantrum.”

“Wow, relatable content,” you turned to Jin, “I, too, want to get fucked.”

“I can’t fuck both of you,” Jin complained, folding his arms, “I only have one dick.”

“Hyung, please, we all know the solution to this problem,” Yoongi rolled his eyes, pulling away, “You fuck me, I fuck her. Simple.”

“Ah.” Jin hesitated, then, “But I-I’ve never…”

“Never had anal?” Yoongi asked, looking over to you, and you shrugged.

“We’ve tried it, but I didn’t really like it that much,” you admitted, “I think Seokjin-oppa’s trying to say he’s never fucked you.”

“Oh.” Yoongi tilted his head, “I guess you haven’t. It’s fine, I trust you.”

“Um, okay. I mean, I didn’t doubt that part. Uh. Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Yoongi moved back in, “Please fuck me, Daddy.”

You sucked in a sharp breath at the same time Jin let out a helpless moan, pressing his lips back against Yoongi’s. You watched eagerly as Jin easily dominated the kiss, sucking Yoongi’s bottom lip, making your thighs clench.

“Daddy,” You whined, leaning towards the two of them, Yoongi pulling away with a smirk as he watched Jin pull you in for a kiss as well.

“My needy babies,” Jin teased, “You wanna fuck kitten, baby boy?”

“Mhm,” Yoongi sighed, rutting his hips against Jin’s thigh, “Can I kiss her? Pretty please?”

“Of course you can,” Jin looked at you, then tilted his head towards Yoongi, “Go ahead, kitten. He was so polite when he asked.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” Yoongi smirked when you finally turned to him, pressing your lips together, making you whimper as he quickly dominated the kiss.

You jumped when you felt one of Jin’s hands cup your breast, whimpering when he gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Yoongi, take off her shirt,” Jin ordered, “I wanna see what kitten wore for us.”

Yoongi obeyed quickly, reaching over to pull off the t-shirt you were wearing to reveal a black lace bra, making Yoongi inhale sharply.

“Do you like it, oppa?” You asked, leaning in to rub your nose against Yoongi’s affectionately, giggling when he took your bottom lip between his teeth, “I wore it just for you~”

“Such a sweet kitten,” Jin praised, moving Yoongi out of his lap and getting off the bed, “Alright, everyone, clothes off.”

You scrambled to obey, tugging your leggings down and off, while Yoongi tugged his shirt off. Your eyes darted between the two of them, the more skin exposed, the more excited you got.

“Oh, kitten,” Jin turned to his nightstand, “Don’t you think this is a perfect time for your newest piece?” He turned and gave you a smirk, and you giggled, nodding excitedly.

“Can oppa put it on me?” You asked, looking over to Yoongi, who gave you a confused look.

“Of course. Yoongi-ah, c’mere.” Yoongi obeyed, moving towards the edge of the bed and peering over into the nightstand. “Will you do the honors?” Jin asked, holding up a new, sleek, black ruffled collar. The bell jingled softly as Yoongi took it from Jin, a long, shaky breath escaping his lips.

“This…” Yoongi licked his lips, looking at the tag before turning to you, “For me?”

“For you,” You reaffirmed, then settled on your knees in front of him, presenting your neck, “Please put it on? Oppa?”

“O...Okay…” he mumbled, turning to face you. You waited patiently as Yoongi struggled with the clasp, then carefully wrapped the collar around your neck. Jin reached in to move your hair, leaning down to press a soft kiss on your cheek.

“It looks great on you,” Jin praised, “Doesn’t it, Yoongi-ah?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi breathed, reaching up to fiddle with the heart shaped tag that read ‘For Oppa ♡’, “You look amazing, baby girl.”

“Thank you, oppa,” you giggled, pushing the little bell on the collar to hear it jingle. “Daddy said that you would like this one the best.”

“Hm,” Yoongi hummed thoughtfully, leaning in to press a soft kiss on your lips, “Daddy knows me so well.”

You let out a pleased moan as Yoongi continued to kiss you, keeping things slow and sweet as he reached up to squeeze your breasts in his hands. He suddenly sat back, pulling you with him so you perched comfortably on his lap, grinding down on his straining erection trapped in his boxers. Yoongi let out a whine in the back of his throat, his hands moving to squeeze at your ass appreciatively. He pulled away from the kiss, looking up at you with blown pupils and flushed cheeks. He licked his lips before his gaze flickered downward, a hand moving to jingle the little bell on your collar. His eyelids drooped as he smirked, a shiver running down your spine.

“All for me,” he cooed, “Pretty little kitty. All dolled up for me.” His finger moved from the little bell to the back of the collar, hooking inside the little strap and pulling taut, your breath hitching violently as he suddenly restrained your airflow. Your hips jerked as you let out a helpless moan, your hand wrapping around Yoongi’s forearm as he pulled a little tighter. “Isn’t she gorgeous, Daddy?”

“So fucking gorgeous,” Jin agreed easily around a moan. “Fuck, you two look so beautiful together. My gorgeous angels, so perfect for me.”

You glanced over at Jin as best you could, another choked moan leaving you. He was still standing at the side of the bed, his hand rubbing over his dick as he watched Yoongi choke you with your collar. His eyes met yours, and he smirked, another shock of arousal shooting down your spine.

“Dah-Dad-dyyy,” you groaned, gasping for air. Yoongi let your collar go, and you inhaled greedily, your hips jerking restlessly as you rested your head on Yoongi’s shoulder. Yoongi chuckled in your ear, his hands rubbing up and down your back soothingly. “Daddy,” you called again, picking your head up as you reached for Jin, “Kiss, p-please-!”

“Mm, baby,” Jin groaned, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling you in for a bruising kiss, your tongues clashing and his teeth nipping playfully at your already bruised bottom lip. You heard Yoongi moan softly, then felt his hands move to start playing with your nipples again. “Kitten, do you want Yoongi-ah to eat you out?”

“Mm,” you looked back at Yoongi, who seemed to like the idea even more than you did, “Mhmm. Wanna feel his mouth, Daddy. Can I?”

“You both have been very good,” Jin praised, “So you both get a reward. Kitten, lay back on the bed and Yoongi, get on your knees for me.”

You both scrambled to obey, you flopping onto your back with a series of jingles from your collar, and Yoongi settling in between your legs with wide, eager eyes. Jin moved in behind Yoongi, hooking his chin over his shoulder and letting his gaze roam over your body.

“Baby boy,” Jin began, wrapping one arm around Yoongi’s waist, and his other arm reaching towards your panties, where he pulled the waistband back, then let it snap against your skin, “Why don’t you take everything off for our pretty little kitty, hm?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Yoongi mumbled shyly, reaching for your bra first. You helped him unhook it and fling it off to the floor, then lifted your hips so he could tug down your panties. You bit your lip when Yoongi’s breath hitched, his eyes staring at where you were soaking wet with arousal. “She’s so wet…” he whispered, and Jin hummed in agreement. Your hips jumped as Jin’s fingers rubbed at your entrance, your legs spreading wider. Jin held his hand up, Yoongi letting out a pathetic little whine when Jin spread his fingers, your arousal stringing between them. Jin brought his fingers to Yoongi’s mouth, chuckling when Yoongi greedily took them in, sucking off your wetness eagerly with a pleased moan.

“Such a slutty little boy,” Jin teased, “You wanna taste her that badly?”

“Ye-ahhh,” Yoongi moaned around Jin’s fingers, your eyes following Jin’s free arm down, gasping when you saw him rubbing at Yoongi’s dick, the wet patch that had formed at the tip growing as Jin teased him.

“So eager for something in your mouth,” Jin cooed, “Pussy or cock, you don’t care. Isn’t that right? My slutty little baby boy.”

“Mm, m’your slut,” Yoongi slurred pulling Jin’s fingers out of his mouth with a pop, licking his lips and turning his head. Your core clenched as the two of them kissed, their tongues tangling easily. You fought back the urge to rub your clit as you watched them, biting your lip to muffle your moan. “Wanna eat her out. Can I? Wanna make her feel good.”

“Mm, go ahead,” Jin agreed, “Boxers off. You’re gonna have to keep your hips up for me so I can get you ready for me, okay?”

Yoongi nodded, tugging his boxers down and off, his cock an angry red, almost purple at the head, with a string of pre-cum dripping from his slit. You propped yourself up on your elbows as Yoongi spread your legs wider, bending down to lick a solid line up your pussy, making you yelp and immediately fall back into the sheets.

“Y-Yoongi-oppa-!” You gasped, arching your back as Yoongi buried his face in between your legs. You looked down, seeing Jin getting ready behind Yoongi with a bottle of lube. He met your gaze and gave you a smile, popping the lid open and squirting a generous amount onto his fingers.

“Yoongi-ah,” Jin called, patting Yoongi’s hip, “Stop me if it gets to be too much, okay?”

“Jus’ put ‘em in already!” Yoongi whined against your folds, making you squirm, “Please, Daddy, jus’ fuck me.”

“Don’t be a brat,” Jin scolded, but still gave Yoongi exactly what he wanted. As soon as Jin’s finger circled Yoongi’s entrance, Yoongi sucked harshly at your clit, making you wail in pleasure as he moaned against you.

“O-Oppa, fuh-fingers-!” You let out another cry as Yoongi obeyed, one finger slipping in easily.

“Ah, Yoongi-ah, I thought of something fun,” Jin’s voice suddenly entered your ears, and then you felt Yoongi move away from your pussy. You blinked your eyes open, seeing Yoongi being held back by his hair, his jaw dropped and his face scrunched in pleasure. “Since she can’t see, why don’t you tell baby girl everything that’s happening, hm? Aren’t you dying to know, kitten?” You moaned, nodding eagerly. “Baby boy, tell her what I’m doing.”

“H-He,” Yoongi gasped, his face scrunching up harder, “His f-finger...i-inside…!”

“C’mon now, you can do better than that,” Jin chastised fondly, “And don’t stop what you’re doing to her. Kitten’s being so good.”

“His finger,” Yoongi repeated, his thumb coming up to rub at your clit. His eyes fluttered open, meeting your gaze. You were sure you looked just as fucked out as he did, your hips bucking into Yoongi’s fingers eagerly, “H-He’s inside me...feels so good,” he moaned, “‘S wet...just like you…”

“Maybe one day you can help me with this part,” Jin said conversationally, looking down at you with a smirk, “Would you like that, kitten? Seeing oppa split open and drooling on your pretty little fingers?” You and Yoongi moaned loudly at the idea, your hips bucking against his fingers.

“‘M gonna cum,” you sobbed, “Can I cum, Daddy? P-Please let me-!”

“Go ahead, baby,” Jin encouraged, and you snapped, a short, satisfying orgasm jolting through your body as Yoongi worked you through it. “One more finger and you should be ready for me, baby boy.”

Yoongi nodded, pulling his fingers out of you and cleaning them off with his mouth, moaning happily around them as he thrust his hips back against Seokjin’s fingers. You pulled Yoongi closer, adjusting his stance over you so you could pull him in for a heated kiss. Your hand trailed down to rub playfully at Yoongi’s nipple, making him jerk and gasp.

“I-I’m ready,” Yoongi mumbled, throwing his head back as you began to suck hickeys onto his collarbone, “I’m ready, Daddy, please...Want your cock…”

You heard Jin’s fingers leave Yoongi with a slick noise. Yoongi bent down to press a kiss to your cheek, and then move himself again so his cock was pressed against your entrance.

“Go ahead, Yoongi-ah,” Jin murmured, and Yoongi entered you with a hiss. You threw your head back with a choked cry, the bell on your collar tinkling. You felt the bed jostle, then Yoongi was pressed fully against you, your arms easily wrapping around his neck so you could clutch at his back.

“Oh-!” Yoongi suddenly cried out, his shoulders hunching and his whole body shuddering. “Oh, oh, oh,” he clutched at your hips, and you looked up, seeing Jin towering over the both of you, his face scrunched up with pleasure. “Fuck, fuck, you’re so b-big, oh my-!” Yoongi arched his back, and you jolted as you felt the force of Jin’s cautious thrust push Yoongi deeper inside you.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Jin groaned, “What the fuck. Fuck, Yoongi, fuck-!”

It was overwhelming, really, seeing them both so fucked out. Your heart was hammering in your chest, and you were pretty sure you had never gotten this wet in your entire life. Yoongi was choking out little gasps and moans into your ear, his hips jerking back and forth, as if he couldn’t figure out which sensation he wanted more of. You felt yourself biting your lip to hold back your own whimpers, wanting to hear every single noise Jin and Yoongi had to make.

“Go,” Yoongi suddenly choked out, “Hyung, move.”

Jin obeyed, pulling his hips back before thrusting forward, making Yoongi thrust forward as well. You let out a choked cry, clutching tighter at Yoongi’s shoulder blades.

“M not gonna last,” Yoongi whimpered, “I-It’s too much, I-fuck-!”

“It’s okay,” Jin’s band brushed against yours as he ran his fingers through Yoongi’s hair, “It’s okay, Yoongi-ah, you can let go.”

“O-Oppa,” You whimpered, Yoongi’s hips thrusting into you a little quicker as Jin upped the pace, “F-Feels so g-good-!”

“My babies,” Jin cooed, smiling sweetly at you over Yoongi’s shoulder, “My perfect little sluts. A-Always so eager and ready t-to please, hm?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, “Yeah, all y-yours, Daddy. We’re yours!”

“I’m gonna cum,” Yoongi choked out, “I’m gonna cum, I’m g-gonna-!”

Yoongi clutched you close, his hips thrusting so he was buried inside you, and you let out a cry as you felt him fill you up. Jin brought his pace down to short little thrusts, barely moving as Yoongi came. Yoongi suddenly pulled away from you as best as he could, reaching down and rubbing at your clit in fast little circles, making you yelp and clutch at his shoulders.

“Wanna feel you,” Yoongi murmured, “Wanna feel you cum, angel.”

“Go ahead and cum for us, kitten,” Jin encouraged, and you obeyed, the knot in your tummy finally unraveling as you fell apart. You’re pretty sure you felt a couple tears squeeze out of your eyes, but you ignored it as you let the waves of your orgasm run their course.

“Jin-hyung,” Yoongi murmured, “You can keep going, I’m okay.”

“I’m not gonna last much longer anyway,” Jin admitted, thrusting forward into Yoongi, who hissed at the feeling.

“Fuck, you two look so good together,” you croaked out, giving Yoongi a soft smile when his eyes opened to look at you. “I love you. I love you both so much.”

“L-Love you too,” Yoongi murmured, reaching down to lace your fingers together, giving you a smile when you pulled your hand to your mouth, pressing soft kisses to his knuckles, “Love you both.”

Jin couldn’t reply, his voice cutting off into choked cries and moans as he came inside Yoongi. The three of you were quiet, save for your panting as you all caught your breath, and eventually you began to move away from each other.

Yoongi collapsed next to you on the bed, immediately cuddling into your side, sighing happily as his face nuzzled into your neck.

“Fuck I’m gonna be sore,” Yoongi complained, giving Jin a pout. “Who the fuck gave you such a big dick?”

“You weren’t complaining two minutes ago when it was inside you,” Jin retorted, coming in with a warm washcloth to clean you up, “In fact, you liked it, so you can be quiet.”

“Why are you two like this?” You whined, “Why can’t we ever just have a nice, calm, post-coital cuddle without bickering?”

“He started it,” Jin pouted, gesturing at Yoongi. Yoongi frowned, but then Jin moved in with another washcloth and began to clean up Yoongi as well, who allowed it, then gave Jin an affectionate kiss when he was done.

“Thank you, hyung,” Yoongi murmured, curling back into your side. You smiled, tilting your cheek to Jin’s mouth so he could pop a sweet kiss there.

“Thank you, Seokjinnie-oppa,” you cooed, and Jin smiled, reaching to help you take off your collar.

“Of course, kitten,” he replied, then wandered over to his drawer, pulling out a couple pairs of boxers and an oversized t-shirt for you. The three of you dressed quietly, then Jin squished into the bed, pressing you tightly in between the two of them.

“Okay everyone go to sleep, that was exhausting,” Jin ordered, “I love you both more than all the stars in the sky.”

“Gaaay,” Yoongi called over your shoulder, making you giggle into Jin’s chest.

“Yes, my feelings for you are very gay, Yoongi, we’ve been over this.”

“I love you both too,” you cut them off before they could bicker again, “I love you both to the moon and back.”

“Do I have to come up with one, too?” Yoongi muttered, “Ugh, fine. I love you both more than I love being asleep.” You gasped softly, turning to look at Yoongi.

“Oh my god, I’m honored,” you leaned to press a soft kiss to Yoongi’s cheek, and Jin reached over to hold Yoongi’s hand and give it a squeeze.

“I am too, Yoongi-ah, that is unprecedented.”

“Both of you shut up and go to sleep before I take it back.” Yoongi threatened, and you giggled, pulling both of them closer to you and snuggling them affectionately.

“Okay, good night, love you.” You chirped, your two boyfriends returning the sentiment before you all fell into a peaceful slumber.

notes: the long awaited sequel!!! hope it lives up to your expectations!!! it was really fun to work on this. i can’t even believe its 19k??? like. wild. anyways i want to thank the loml @seokjinsbodyharness for once again reading and helping me plot!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. anyways, i’m going back on hiatus!!! y’all can come yell at me in my inbox if you need to!!! see y’all later!!!

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