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Yoongi fic recs 2024 🥳

In honor of Yoongi’s birthday, I want to share my ultimate favorite Yoongi stories, that I’ve read this past year (2023-2024) 💜 I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹 🥳

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell or contains dark themes, so minors dni.❗ 

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the fic, it might seem like a tiny gesture, but it really means a lot for writers and I can guarantee it will put a smile on their faces💜 Let’s share and give lots of love!

Looking for more to read? Check ‘The Library’ or last years recs 🙂

[index] → jan | feb (jhs) | mar (💜) | apr | may | jun | jul | aug | sep (jjk)(knj) | oct (pjm) | nov | dec (kth)(ksj) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, fantasy = 🪄. 

⭐Illicit Favors @yoongiofmine // myg x f.reader // producer!yoongi, virgin!reader, f2l // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 When your editor tells you to re-write the chapters of your book because the sex scenes are weak, suggesting you write them from experience, what do you do when you lack any kind of sexual experiences in general? You go to your friend and ask him for help with it.

🗨️ Matchmaker Namjoon!! The premise is funny and leads to slight awkwardness, but it’s so good. I love the reader and Yoongi’s friendship in this. I was left speechless after reading it, I can’t recommend this enough 🙂

⭐Tricks of the Trade @stutterfly // myg x f.reader // body swap!au, soulmates!au, idiots to lovers, frenemies to lovers // 🥰😂🥵

📝 The convenience store across the street from your apartment carries your favorite energy drink. That’s why you frequent it. It’s definitely not because you have a big fat crush on the owner you’ve been flirting with for the better part of a year. Of course your brand of flirting can also be misconstrued as bickering. When a strange man wanders into the store, he thinks you need a little nudge to embrace the strings connecting you. Next thing you know you’re waking up in a body that definitely doesn’t belong to you. You can’t decide if it’s the best or worst thing that’s ever happened to you.

🗨️ This is utterly perfection! It is so funny and hilarious - but it is also insanely smutty! It’s really interesting with body swapping, what they learn about each other, lol. I read this on a day where I was feeling down, and it honestly made my day! 💜Also, now I kinda wanna watch ‘She’s the Man’ 😂

⭐Backtrack @mapofthesea // myg x pjm x reader // producers!yoonmin, assistant!reader, bi!yoongi // 🥵🥰

📝 There’s no telling just how long you’d been stuck in the windowless studio, and you’re just about ready to walk out and forfeit your paycheck for the week, until your bosses strike up an interesting bargain.

🗨️ Holy fuck 🥵 I feel like I need to take a very long shower now 🫣🫣🫣 this is probably one of the dirtiest fics I’ve read. It’s so good 🤤

⭐Workaholic @hobiwonder [10K] // myg x f.reader // “‘strangers” to lovers (I don’t want to spoil!) // 🥵😂🥰

📝 Yoongi needs to relax and Hoseok has many tricks up his sleeve to make him. None of them Yoongi thought included hiring a hooker to pay him a visit one stormy night. 

🗨️ Wow okay, this was so freaking great! Like, what??? Incredible! A masterpiece! I really really loved it 🥺 everything was so fucking good, their chemistry, the tense build up ugh, so fucking good! 💯 ✨

⭐What the Moon Saw + Stolen Tides @violetsiren90 // myg x f.reader // non-idol!au, f2l // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 In the words of the great Stevie Nicks, "Time makes you bolder, even children get older, and I'm getting older too."

🗨️ This is just so fucking beautiful. Everything. About. It. Period. 😭 It is emotional, it is young love, and it is tender and loving - like, Yoongi is just so sweet. Their timing sucks, but thankfully Violet wrote a beautiful drabble to give the couple a lovely ending! 💜 Truly, please go read it, it is so good I was crying and felt so good after, it’s sweet �� OKAY I’M SOFT I know.

⭐Oh, darling! [series; completed] @yoongiofmine // myg x f.reader // university!au, non idol au, professor!yoongi, student!reader // 🥰🌩️🥵

📝 Starting your second semester at one of South Korea’s most prestigious universities should be stressful enough. Between juggling classes, good grades and a social life, your plate was full. Hoping to spice up your academic career, you thought it was a good idea to enroll as an assistant for your literature professor, whom you’ve held a very secret and very forbidden crush on for the past several months. What will happen now that you’re forced to work closely together? And what if your crush isn’t as one sided as you thought? 

🗨️ Holy fucking shit 🥵🫣😳 This is just one of my favorites series, EVER 💜 This is in my top 10, no questions! ✨

⭐Mami @kithtaehyung // myg x f.reader, knj x f.reader, jhs x f.reader // roommates!au, battle rap!au // 🥵

📝 You somehow have a conversation with Yoongi, and you tell your roommate about a date date.

🗨️ So, so good 🥵 really looking forward to more of this series 🥵 🫣

⭐Damn the Charcuterie Board @bratkook // myg x f.reader x pjm // bestfriends!au, threesome // 🥵

📝 This doesn’t have a summary, so here goes mine; reader has has a sling of unfulfilling sexual times, and in the company of her best friends, she thinks about a video she watched recently. Could they give her what she needed?

🗨️ This has been on my reading list for so freaking long! 🥹 And now I finally got to read it, and damn, it is one of the best, filthiest fics out there. So, so good! 💯🥵

⭐Cotton Candy Computer (1) [series; discontinued] @softyoongiionly // myg x f.reader // hacker!au // 🥵🌩️

📝 Min Yoongi is the top hacker in the world. He has put away countless other cyber criminals all whilst evading detection by virtually everyone he has ever crossed paths with, including the government. The diabolical super hacker that came close to tracking him down is now serving a 10 year prison sentence, all thanks to Yoongi’s handiwork. So what happens when the sentence is shortened unexpectedly? What happens when the biggest threat to public safety is roaming the streets again, determined to get revenge on the man who put him away? What happens when the worlds most infamous hacker just so happens to manage your local Mikrokosmic Electronics? A terabyte of trouble.

🗨️ Shit this was incredibly good!!!! Why isn’t it finished? 😭 I don’t usually read unfinished or discontinued series, but the summary really had me and I just had to read it – and now I’m hooked and I want more of this sexy hot hacker Yoongi! 😭 The story was also just so well written and the chemistry between reader and oc was so fucking perfect, and don’t get me started on the smut, like ugh 🥵 Gosh, I’m so sad there aren’t more parts to it (like the author planned four parts). But it’s so so good, and the cliffhanger isn’t horrible (in terms of wanting to read the next chapter). It can definitely be read as a one shot, I just really, really wished there was more, because, fuck, it was perfect! 💯💜✨

⭐Three Tangerines [series; ongoing] @kithtaehyung // myg x f.reader // fuckboy!yoongi, brother’s best friend!au, age gap!au // 🌩️🥵

📝 Throughout high school, you sometimes caught glimpses of your brother’s older friends: some of them were sweet, some of them were smart. but the one closest to him? that guy was a total f*ckboy from day one. after a foray of horrid relationships spanning years - ending with one that broke up with you for an alarming reason - you needed advice on what the hell you were doing wrong… and this wasn’t a conversation for anyone sweet or smart.

🗨️ I will keep screaming about Ryen and 3tan, yes. And if you have not read it yet, please take 3-7 days off from work or school to do so 😂

⭐Sinful Lust [completed series] @oddinary4bts [71.9K]  // myg x f.reader x jjk // slice of life!au, bisexual boyfriend!yoongi // 🥵🌩️🌩️🌩️

📝 in an attempt to spice up your bedroom life with your boyfriend Min Yoongi, you suggest bringing another man into the action. Yoongi seems reluctant at first, but when you mention his friend Jeon Jungkook, he can’t deny his attraction. All that’s left to do is to convince Jungkook into participating...

🗨️ this one is special to me (as is everything Ella writes honestly). This one is very controversial because of the cheating aspect in it, but it feels so real and it’s very well handled! I love it! It’s very angsty too, made me cry multiple times– I was just so invested in it! I’m really trying not to spoil too much (I already have lol). Just, read it okay??? ✨

⭐F*ck Christmas  @sailoryooons [23.4K] // myg x f.reader // f2l // 🥰🥵

📝 Making hating Christmas your entire personality was never the plan. Then again, it seems bad things only ever happen around Christmas - like discovering your fiancé cheating on you, forcing you to move back to your sleepy hometown. But Min Yoongi happens to love Christmas, and if there is one thing your very stubborn childhood crush is going to do, it’s try to reignite your Christmas spirit. Even if he has to force-feed it to you with gingerbread cookies and too-sweet eggnog. 

🗨️ Gosh, I remember reading this sometime last year and it was perfection - it still is! ✨ It’s so so so fucking good. If you haven’t read it, please do so 🥹 it’s also one of the best Christmasy fics 💜

⭐Eargasm + Eargasm II @lavishedinjimin [9.5K + 14K]  // myg x f.reader // phonesex!au, sexhotline!au // 🥵

📝 the idea of having your first ever orgasm by talking to a hot, random stranger through your phone scares the living hell out of you, but maybe it won’t be as bad as you think.

🗨️ holy fuck, FUCK. this is insane 🥵🥵🥵

⭐Less of Them [ongoing series] @casuallyimagining [9.9K]  // myg x f.reader // established relationship, arranged marriage!au, star-crossed lovers // 🥵🌩️🥰🪄

📝 as the daughter of one of the oldest families in the kingdom, when the king decides that it's you he wishes to marry, you're forced to make a decision and fulfill your duty, leaving behind everything you've ever known--and the only man you've ever loved.

🗨️ PLEASE, PLEASE— FUCKING PLEASE. If you have not read this one yet. Please do it now 😭🥺 It made me cry in the best way possible! The world building, the characters, their love for each other shines to fucking bright and then– [spoiler] READ IT yelling with hands frantically moving above my head

⭐Things that Grow @violetsiren90 [0.9k]  // myg x f.reader // established relationship, idol!au // 🥰🌩️

📝 the idea of having your first ever orgasm by talking to a hot, random stranger through your phone scares the living hell out of you, but maybe it won’t be as bad as you think.

🗨️ it is so fucking beautiful, I can’t even begin to articulate… fuck. I know it’s very short, but dammit I love it. Every single freaking word in this is PERFECTION.

⭐Hard Liquor @chateautae [8k]  // myg x f.reader x jjk // business!au, age!au, executive boss!yoongi x employee!reader // 🥵

📝 your dull evening at a bar becomes hopeful when your mysterious, handsome boss min yoongi shows you the ropes on everything alcohol, but shows you much more when he ends up buried deep inside you.

🗨️ it was SO FUCKING INCREDIBLE like I don’t even know where to begin??? The smut??? That has left me in utter need of Holy Water, because DAMN 🥵 The writing, flow of the story was also just 💯✨

This is my little corner with my own fics— I don’t write that much (I prefer to read), but it would mean a lot to me if you checked out my work or read it. You don’t have to, it’s up to you of course 🥰

⭐Friendcation [110.5k] // myg x f. reader // roadtrip!au/camping!au, f2bfwb2l, mechanic!Yoongi // 🥵🥰😂

📝going camping with your best friends seemed like a brilliant idea when you initially made the plans. But when you harbor secret feelings for one of them, what will become of you being close confined for three months? Trouble, that’s what.

🗨️ you might laugh, but this is very special to me because it’s the first long fic I wrote and I wrote it because I missed my sister and brother-in-law (they were going on a roadtrip across Europe, lol).

⭐Learn to Love Again [19.4k ] // myg x f. reader // hybrid!au (shapeshifter!yoongi), s2l, slice of life!au // 🌩️👻🥵🥰

📝people always leave. They become beautiful stars shining bright in the night sky. When life hands you lemons, you’ve been told to make lemonade, but that is hard when your soul and heart is breaking apart. When you rescue a tiny cat and meet a handsome stranger in the cafe, you finally feel yourself healing – but when they too leave, how are you going to learn to love again?

🗨️ this one is quite sad, but I really adore it. I wrote it when I was very depressed, so it’s very heavy in that department 🥲

And as a something little extra, here’s a few fics that I haven’t had the time to read yet, but damn I’m buzzing to get to read them:

Those Eyes Chico [ongoing series] @kookslastbutton

Burden @casuallyimagining

Pour some sugar on me @yoonia

Turbulence [AO3] by orphan_account

Only Yesterday [completed series] @borathae

Happy birthday to our Lotus flowers, YOONGI!!!! 🥳💜✨

[ugh-yoongi]

🏒on ice: for the boys | a hyung line hockey collab

↳ When hell freezes over, we'll play hockey there, too.

Welcome to ON ICE: FOR THE BOYS, a hockey collab for Bangtan's hyung line. Isi (@raplinesmoon), Yannie (@ressjeon), Mars (@joheunsaram), and Jewel (@ugh-yoongi) are your starting lineup for this gongshow, and we're super stoked to bring you four top-shelf stories.

You can find out more below the cut. These fics are scheduled to light the lamp this June, so please look forward to them! Don't be a duster.

🏒 breaking the ice — by @raplinesmoon

pairing: hockeyplayer!namjoon x f. reader genre/au: ice hockey au, college au, roommates au / smut, fluff, slow burn rating: explicit/18+ summary: after last season, namjoon knows he can’t afford anymore mishaps. when you show up on namjoon’s doorstep looking to share his apartment, he thinks it couldn’t be more perfect. medical school has you even busier than he is, but what happens when what used to be the perfect arrangement turns into a bigger distraction than either of you bargained for?

🏒 bar down — by @ressjeon

pairing: hockey player!seokjin x reader genre/au: ice hockey!au, college!au, fwb/fuck buddies!au, angst, fluff, smut, drama rating: explicit/18+ summary: everything was going well, meeting seokjin when he was a senior was the highlight of your freshman year. you love the stability now that you’re still his favourite after a year until rumours started where he’s apparently dating a renowned figure skater - whom you have known him to have a history with.

🏒 the sin bin — by @joheunsaram

pairing: hockey player!yoongi x hockey announcer!reader genre/au: ice hockey au, college au, enemies2lovers, angst, smut, fluff, slow burn rating: explicit/18+ summary: yoongi is pissed off. he hates that every single game you throw him off with your comments about his butt. yeah, he has a nice butt but can't you just do your job and focus on commenting on the game instead? he could ignore you and go about his day, but ignoring is hard when you're everywhere he turns, and when you walk in on him during a hookup, yoongi can't help but put you in your place.

🏒 swipe left (wing) — by @ugh-yoongi

pairing: hockeyplayer!hoseok x f. reader genre/au: ice hockey au, college au, matchmaker au / smut, crack, fluff rating: explicit/18+ summary: there’s a reason hoseok refuses to fall asleep on the team bus, and the reason’s name is jeon jungkook. the road to hell (or just the away game) is paved with good intentions, and hoseok needs to get laid is all (it's been a week). so what if jungkook steals hoseok’s phone and matches him with the girl in his math class he can’t stop talking about? it’s all in the name of team morale. (it’s the wrong girl.)

all banner credit goes to mars. a very big thank you from us to you! ♡

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hellooo, ur blog is such a comfort for me <3 ! can i request yoongi meeting reader who’s quite literally the same person as him. he could’ve met the reader through one of the members trying to hook them up. “you two are so alike it’s scary, i think you’d be a match made in heaven”. so yoongi agrees..eventually. but when he meets the reader, it’s horrible! their similar personalities clash in the worst way possible. it’s pretty funny to everyone, because they totally thought they were in matchmaker mode?? the two constantly talk about how they couldn’t stand each other, so it surprised everyone when yoongi just admitted that he’d and the reader had been dating for a few months after their first meeting. loll

A MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN.

pairing: yoongi x reader.

genre: fluff, i tried to make it funny loool, best friends to lovers, non idol au (?), non idol!yoongi, non idol!jimin, non idol!namjoon, jimin is the dramatic bestie and namjoon is just the very supportive friend that's happy to be there.

warnings: this is pure fiction and English is not my first language.

A/N: okay so, there was also this one ask I got from @parkjennykim that says: "Hiiii ❤️ hope this finds you well. Could you write a fluffy bsf to lovers with yoongi? Theres hardly any of those out there 😭 i need some fluff ive been too deprived and depressed".

I thought these two were similar so I decided to merge them, I hope that's ok for both of u :). thank u sm for sending these reqs, I really appreciate it and I hope u enjoy this read. do not hesitate to send more if u want to !

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“I'm sorry, WHAT?!” Jimin, who’d been slouched on the couch with his head leaning against its rolled arm, sat up straight and goggle-eyed as soon as he heard what Yoongi had said.

The latter only rolled his eyes, not surprised one bit at his friend’s dramatic reaction. In fact, he expected it to be so much worse, but he guessed the younger one was just too tired that day for all of that. “don’t be loud.” he hissed and crossed his arms.

“hyung, are you serious?” Namjoon asked from where he was sitting with his chopsticks hanging in the air near his mouth as he too was stunned by the eldest’s statement.

“why the hell would i lie and say that me and __ have been dating for almost two months now?” Yoongi muttered through narrowed his eyes. "TWO MONTHS- woah, this is crazy. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.” The youngest of the three covered his face with his hands and heaved a big, disappointed sigh.

“Seriously, why is he so annoying today?”

Namjoon chuckled as the older continued side eyeing their dongsaeng, “hyung, he’s just really happy for you. I too am.”

“I’m very happy, yes, but, hyung, how could you hide such a thing from me? I literally helped you grow the balls to ask her out.” Jimin whined and slouched back down on the couch with a growing pout, “I've been waiting for you two to get together for months.”

It's true, Jimin was a man on a mission ever since he’d noticed the insanely similar character traits when you and your (now) boyfriend met for the very first time. two individual human beings but the exact same patterns and edges. on a large scale, talking to you always felt like talking to Yoongi and vice versa.

It was like a game to him. It made him buzz with excitement, reminding himself every now and then to keep a close eye and count all the similarities you two shared. not that it was hard to notice to begin with: having almso the exact same taste (especially in music), always sitting silently when being around other people and speaking little amounts of words when necessary, getting flustered and smiling shyly when being complimented, being chill and too soft to scold or yell at anyone (most of the time), having that same slow tone in your voices whenever you talk, having random bursts of energy or playful teasing despite the cold facade both of you display, getting so talkative when it comes to topics and things you’re so passionate about, being very honest but never too rude or offensive about it, being the most hardworking people jimin has probably ever met in his entire life—something that nevers fails to admire about the two of you.

You and Yoongi were so similar, even your bad habits and red flags matched. When setting your mind on finishing a task—say a project for example—you’d wear your bodies out for the sake of completing it, even if it meant you’d stay up several hours late during the night. and when mad or during intense clashes and arguments, you would put thick walls between you and the other person, ignoring and shutting them out until you're human enough to confront them. sometimes it’s too hard to even apologize, instead, you’d slowly start approaching them as if nothing had happened at all.

“No wonder you two ended up together, you’re basically a match made in heaven.” Namjoon nodded his head as he munched on his food, as if approving of his own statement.

“i know! and the way you wasted your time pinning on each other was killing me.” being the biggest shipper of your pair, Jimin huffed as he spoke with a very serious tone.

“how did you guys even make it?” namjoon asked.

“We hit it off right after the first date.” Yoongi answered with a shrug, acting as nonchalant as ever.

“you mean the date i had set for you?” it was jimin who asked this time, and when Yoongi nodded in confirmation, the younger groaned and buried his face into the couch, “hyung, you are seriously the worst.”

“hyung, you both are coffee addicts, take her to a new café this time!” Jimin suggested with a huge grin on his face. after finding out that you two secretly liked each other, he spent weeks pressuring Yoongi to confess his feelings for you. He couldn’t believe that his hyung finally obliged after many “no”s and “I don’t like __ that way.”s and “we’re just friends.”s. it was getting really annoying.

YG: “Can we hang out tomorrow? as two people wanting to know each other.”

ME: “Are you asking me on a date?”

YG: “yeah?”

ME: “okay :)”

that was the conversation you had with him the day before he took you on a cute café date. The place was impressively good, but the date was the complete opposite of that. Nothing bad happened, yet sitting down with someone you’ve known for a good period of time and have shared good amounts of vulnerability with in that intimate context was too unpleasant. Both of you struggled to find comfort and normality in the heavy awkward silence that fell on the table. and everytime he would try to play it off and throw some joke or normal piece of conversation that he found appropriate for a date, you two ended up laughing int your sweaty palms because of how ridiculous the whole situation was.

“stop laughing!” Yoongi exclaimed while his shoulders shook, giggling.

“I'm sorry, I'm trying!” you wiped at the corners of your eyes.

"Just act like this is a normal hangout.." he had said after a short moment.

"We're literally on a date." you reminded him.

“right..”

The “date” didn’t last long, and the two of you ended up at his house. eating popcorn on his couch and watching your favorite series of movies together.

Later that night, he asked, “so, what are we?”

“whatever you want us to be.” you answered with flushed cheeks.

“I like you..” he whispered, eyes never leaving the TV screen acroos the couch, "more than friends should like one another."

“Great, ‘cause I'd be sad if you didn’t like me back.” you whispered back, never daring to glance his way even for a split of a second.

“Wait, does that mean I won the bet?” Namjoon suddenly spoke, making Jimin kick him lightly on the shoulder from where he was still lying with a sour frown, and toss a few dollars he had grabbed from his wallet at the smiling man's extended palm.

“Did you two seriously make a bet on my relationship?” came a sharp question from Yoongi.

[mrworldwideshoulders]

i choose you || reader x knj

When your best friend abandons you at a wedding with a bunch of strangers and the guy she’s trying to set you up with is just not that into you, you decide to have some fun instead of sulking in the corner, which earns you the attention - and the affection - of a stranger named Kim Namjoon.

✓ Pairing: reader x Namjoon (very briefly feat. Jin) ✓ WC: 4.5k ✓ Rating: rated T / PG-13 ✓ Genre: mostly fluff, smidgen of angst, strangers to lovers-ish, love at first sight-ish ✓ Warnings: alcohol consumption, foul language, minho slander (he’s choi minho, he can handle it), seokjin is drunk, loud, and in love, bad descriptions of making out, dimple descriptions, reader is a hoe for namjoon’s forearms, namjoon is a big awkward cutie ✓ a/n: hehehe it's another wedding fic sorry lolololol. this is the prequel to where love finds us and the way you look tonight, if ya wanna check those out afterwards. i meant to have this out last month but oh well, here it is in july :) i like this one a lot because it's a lil bit goofy and i hope you enjoy it too! as always beta’d and bannered by teh amazing april (@onmypillow-onmytable)! thx! ly - robyn ✓ P.S. I do not own BTS or their likenesses, nor do I own the music of Bruno Mars (lol), they just inspire me.

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“Remind me again why I’m here?” you complain as your best friend, Ji-eun, pulls you by the arm into the reception hall. “When you asked me if I wanted to do something this weekend, crashing someone’s wedding reception was not what I had in mind.” 

“It’s not crashing if you’re invited,” shrugs Ji-eun. “I was invited. And then I invited you. Ergo, you were invited.”

“That is absolutely not how weddings work. Who invited you, anyway? I don’t recognize anyone here.” 

“The bride?” says Ji-eun, as if it should be obvious. “We’re co-workers, or something. She invited everyone from our department.” 

You roll your eyes and sigh. “I’m totally underdressed.” You eye all of the women around you dressed in semi-formal gowns and you elbow Ji-eun in the ribs. “Why didn’t you tell me there was a dress code?” The strapless cocktail dress you thought was such a good idea earlier suddenly seems like the worst decision you ever made, and you didn’t even bring a sweater to save face either, all because the only instruction Ji-eun could bother to give you when she texted this morning was “wear a dress” and “something with lots of cleavage.” Ji-eun, you’ve decided, is bound and determined to drag you into trouble at every opportunity. It’s a wonder you’re both still alive – and not cellmates in jail – with all of the questionable situations she’s been pulling you into since middle school.

“You look hot,” she says. “Don’t even worry about it. You’ll blend right in.”

“Did you just say ‘hot’ and ‘blend in’ in the same sentence?”

“Ugh, you’re so self-conscious. You are hot. I think it’s time you embraced that.” She pouts at the look on your face. “Come on, y/n,” she wheedles. “Minho will be here, and I’ve been wanting to introduce you guys for ages. He’s such a great guy. Did I mention he’s hot? And dying to meet you? Please let me play matchmaker. Then later when you’re happily married to the love of your life, you can say it was all thanks to your best friend in the entire world who loves you enough to set you up with her hot guy friends.”

“Yeah, well, the position of ‘best friend in the entire world’ might be opening up sometime soon if you keep setting me up with these duds.”

“You’re so mean!” she whines. “I told you the last one was just a misunderstanding.” 

“He ditched and left me with the check, Eun. It was not a misunderstanding. It was a calculated move.” The guy even had the audacity to call you later that night to see if you wanted to go out again, claiming “bathroom trouble” as the reason for sticking you with the check. As if you were dumb or desperate enough to fall for that – especially since he’d conveniently been hit by “bathroom trouble” once he was mostly done eating, not to mention your waitress had been kind enough to let you know that she’d seen him slipping out through a side door – apparently completely fine. 

“Stop complaining. Come on. Sparks are going to fly between you two, I just know it.” She resumes tugging on your arm and you reluctantly allow her to pull you along as she weaves through the crowd, finally stopping you in front of a man who must be the fabled Minho. “Oppa!” coos Ji-eun. “This is y/n. You remember, don’t you?” She shoots him a knowing look. 

“Ah, Ji-eun!” he greets her. “I remember. The one you were telling me about, right?” Minho glances at you. “Eun, she’s gorgeous. Where have you been keeping her?” He takes your hand and plants a kiss on it. “Choi Minho.”

“Y/n,” you reply, somewhat taken aback at his outward display of affection. “I’ve heard a lot about you, so it’s nice to finally meet you.” 

“Have fun, you two,” teases Ji-eun in a sing-song voice. “I’m off to snag myself a drink or a handsome groomsman, whichever one comes first.”

“She’s really something else, isn’t she?” you say, looking to break the awkward silence that falls once Ji-eun is gone. “So how do you two know each other? I don’t think she said.” 

“University,” says Minho. “We were in the same major. Same year, too, but she insists on calling me oppa.” He shakes his head and chuckles. Minho says it like it’s something that bothers him, but it clearly doesn’t, or else he would have corrected her before now. 

“Oh, I guess you were a business major, too.” You nod. “Explains why we never ran into each other. I barely saw her the whole time, and we were roommates.”

“We went to the same university?” Minho seems surprised. “I never would have guessed. What major were you in?” Something about the incredulous look on his face rubs you the wrong way. 

“Uh, yeah. We did.” You narrow your eyes. “I was a graphic design major.”

“Graphic design. Wow.” Minho inhales sharply through his teeth. “How’s that going for you? I hear it’s pretty competitive. You know, if you’re ever looking to change fields I’m sure I could find something for you at my company. A favor for a friend of a friend, yeah?

“Oh, um,” you say, “I…have a job. And I kind of like it, so I’m not really planning on moving any time soon.”

“Well, you let me know if you ever change your mind.” He winks and touches your bare arm. “Any friend of Eun’s is a friend of mine. And I’m sure we could take much better care of you than wherever you’re working now.” Minho’s eyes wander from your face down to your chest and then somewhere over your shoulder, where something – or someone – else seems to catch his eye. 

“Uh…thanks,” you say, unsure how else to respond, feeling a little uncomfortable. You wish you had a drink to settle your nerves and a sweater to cover your chest. Why did Ji-eun have to leave? you curse internally. She knows I’m not good at this. “So,” you say brightly, hoping to steer the conversation in another direction. “What does your company do?” 

“We’re in transportation, mostly,” he says, his eyes still somewhere behind you, “but we’ve got our fingers in a lot of pies.”

A few more minutes of conversation with him pass, and it’s already obvious that you and Minho don’t exactly have a lot in common – nor does it seem that you’re really his type, because he keeps glancing at a pretty bridesmaid in a lavender dress somewhere behind you. You’re beginning to wonder what exactly Ji-eun expected the two of you to talk about, because the two of you are polar opposites, and not in the endearing, meet cute, opposites attract sort of way, in the way that even if you did decide to date you’d probably end up butting heads over anything and everything. You steal a covert glance the next time Minho’s eyes wander away from your face and over your shoulder. The bridesmaid is chatting animatedly with what looks like another bridesmaid, cutting glances every so often in your direction – or Minho’s direction, more like. You sigh internally and try to hide your frown. Of course. Minho looks like he could be an idol or an actor; it only makes sense that he wouldn’t be interested in you. He probably only even agreed to meet you as a favor to Ji-eun. Well, if he’s not even going to pretend he’s interested – then why should you? “Minho?” you say sweetly. “I’m going to go get a drink.”

“Don’t miss me too much while you’re gone.” He grins. 

“I’ll, uh, do my best.” You find your way over to the bar and watch as Minho approaches the bridesmaid he was making eyes at, any thoughts of you surely already forgotten. You shake your head and sip your wine. He’s probably better suited for her than he is for you. You blow out a long breath and order a glass of white wine from the bartender. Why does it have to be like this? Every guy, every date, every time you even attempt to put yourself out there – it just never works. Sure, part of it is probably your fault for having unrealistic standards. And part of you doesn’t even really want a relationship, not after watching your parents tear each other to pieces every time they set foot in the same room together. It’s not like it’s always been your dream to fall in love and get married, either. The only thing you’ve ever wanted for yourself is to be happy. If that’s with a man in your life – then so be it. Everyone always says that you’ll know when the right one comes along, but you’re starting to think that has about as much likelihood of happening as you becoming president. 

You throw back half of your wine in one gulp. Ah, should I just leave? you wonder to yourself, scanning the room for Ji-eun. There’s no point in me staying if Minho isn’t interested and nobody else is either. What else am I here for other than that? You debate slipping out the front door, flagging down a taxi, and going home, but eventually decide against it, feeling a twinge of guilt at the idea of abandoning Ji-eun at this wedding by herself – even if she did technically do the same thing to you. Really starting to question who’s putting the most effort into this friendship, you gripe internally. 

You finish the rest of your wine and request another from the bartender. What am I doing? you think suddenly, the first glass of wine beginning to hit you as you start on the second. Am I really just standing here drowning my troubles at a wedding, of all places? This is so dumb. You scan the room. The dance floor is crowded, with people moving back and forth, dancing, reveling in the moment, the music pounding all around. Instead of lingering by the bar, feeling pitiful and alone…the realization dawns on you that you should be out there, having fun. Or, at the very least, keeping your mind occupied enough to forget the disappointment of yet another man having no interest in you. 

“Dance like no one’s watching, right?” you say to yourself, downing the rest of your second glass of wine and hopefully, washing away the nerves that normally plague you, the fear of being perceived when it comes to doing anything in social situations. As the wine hits you, you begin to feel pleasantly warm and tipsy, and you move toward the crowd, the lights bouncing off the lacquered wood floor. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you close your eyes and feel yourself start to move with the beat of the music. You don’t even know the happy couple, but you silently thank them for hiring such a good DJ. 

Minutes pass, though it feels much longer, with you tossing your hair, moving your hips and head back and forth to the beat of the music, forgetting about the fact that your best friend is a terrible matchmaker, and the fact that it feels like she’s genuinely trying to set you up for failure, making you question everything about yourself, forgetting about the fact that you couldn’t even hold a man’s attention for longer than ten minutes, even in a stupidly revealing cocktail dress that your friend made you wear under false pretenses. And in those moments, it’s just you, and the music, remembering that you are pretty, and one guy’s stupid opinion of you doesn’t matter. Love will come, or it won’t, and you’re determined to be happy with your life either way. 

The strappy heels you’re wearing prove to be your downfall, and you eventually decide to extricate yourself from the throng of wedding guests, limping back over to the bar. Your cheeks are flushed, and you’re exhausted, but there’s a sense of exhilaration pumping through you, feeling somewhat revitalized by making yourself do something you wouldn’t normally do on your own. You steady yourself against the bar, standing on one foot while you rest the other, and request another glass of wine from the bartender. 

“Looks like you were enjoying yourself out there.” A low voice materializes next to you. Your head swivels in the direction of the voice to find a man standing just feet away from you, holding a bottle of beer and watching you with interest. He’s much taller than you, but not intimidating, with an approachable air about him, and warm brown eyes that remind you of autumn. A dark blazer is slung over one shoulder, leaving him in a simple white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, the folded cuffs tugging at his muscular forearms. His friendly smile accentuates the dimple in his cheek. 

“Oh!” you say, cheeks flushing. You put your other foot back on the ground in surprise. “Yeah. I guess. I don’t normally do that kind of thing, but my friend dragged me here because she wanted me to meet this guy, but they both disappeared, and then I was just standing here all alone feeling sorry for myself.” You lift one shoulder in a shrug. ”I don’t even really know anyone here, but I figured I might as well make the best of it and have some fun.” 

“Looks like we’re in the same boat,” he says with a chuckle. ”I sort of got dragged here too.” 

“Well, from one wedding crasher to another, let me introduce myself.” You hold out a hand jokingly for him to shake. “I’m y/n.”

“Y/n,” he repeats, taking your hand. “Nice to meet you, y/n. I’m Namjoon.” 

"There, now we both know at least one other person." You smile, taking a sip from the glass of wine that the bartender has just set in front of you. 

“So this guy your friend wanted you to meet,” he says. “You didn’t like him?” 

"No?" You make a face. “I mean, he was all right, I guess, but I don't think we had very much in common. Besides, he was making googly eyes at some bridesmaid the whole time I was talking to him." A rueful sigh huffs through your lips. "I’ve got to stop listening to Ji-eun. She means well, but one thing she doesn’t have is a talent for matchmaking.” 

“Sorry to hear that," says Namjoon. "About the guy.” 

“It’s okay. At least we didn’t waste too much of each other's time.” You smile. “Anyway, why aren’t you out there? Isn’t everyone supposed to be dancing? It’s a party, after all.” 

“Oh, no.” He chuckles. His laugh feels affable and warm, just like his smile. “I’m a terrible dancer. It's better that I don’t. I’d probably end up breaking something, or someone. I’m just here for the atmosphere.” He sets his bottle down on the bar top. “Besides, I was having more fun watching you.” His brown eyes twinkle.

Your heart flutters in your chest and you find yourself trying to hold back a laugh. 

“Not buying it?” he says teasingly. You shake your head, still smiling. “Sorry. I’ve never been very good at this. Whatever this is.” 

“I’ll give you a point for trying.” 

“Ah, good. That means I didn’t fail completely, right?” 

“Right. Something like that.” You laugh. “So who dragged you here? Are your friends equally as annoying as mine?” 

"My friend, Seokjin, who's been bugging me to get out for weeks. He claims to know the groom or something. No, wait, it was the best man…or maybe it was the best man’s friend? I’m actually not sure.” He scans the crowded dance floor and points. “Him, right there, with the shoulders.” You follow his line of vision over to a tall, broad-shouldered man, flailing his arms and virtually towering over his dance partner, who, come to think of it, looks a lot like…Ji-eun? "He might actually be more dangerous on the dance floor than me.”

“Funny,” you say. “That's my best friend he's dancing with.” 

“Really?” Namjoon looks at you, then back at them. “Wow. I guess it’s only right that our annoying best friends found their way to each other.” 

“No offense to your friend, but I don’t think it’ll last very long. Ji-eun’s not known for committing long-term. She’s a walking contradiction. Convinced she’ll be the one to introduce me to my one and only, yet has no interest in finding one of her own.” 

“As luck would have it, neither is Jin. They’re a perfect match.” 

You raise your glass. “In that case, may the Seokjins and the Ji-euns of the world always find their way to each other.” 

He clinks his bottle with your cup. “Hear, hear.” 

Namjoon is easy to talk to, and he's especially interested in your job illustrating book covers for a publishing house. "It's nothing special." You wave your hands. “It’s a really small company. And I’ve only been doing it for about a year, so I’m not very good at it yet.” 

"Are you kidding?” he says, awestruck. “I’ve never met anyone who does that. And you must be good, or you wouldn’t be doing it professionally.”

“Well, it pays the bills,” you say, dipping your head modestly, “and it gives me plenty of free time to work on my own art.” 

“Really?“ Namjoon looks intrigued. “What medium do you prefer?” 

“I’m a painter. Mostly. But I like to experiment with a little bit of everything.”

“Wow. She designs book covers. She paints. And now I’m wondering where you’ve been all my life.” A tinge of pink colors his cheeks. “Uh…I just meant…” He rubs at his neck self-consciously. “Anyway.”

He’s awfully cute when he’s flustered. 

The conversation takes a slight turn, and you find yourself listening with interest as he tells you about his work as a grad student, his dissertation on the intersection of art and philosophy, his plans for the future after he finishes his doctorate. Tenure, professorhood, the papers he wants to write. The art he'd like to buy if he had the money. If it were anyone else, you know you'd be starting to zone out by now, but there's something about Namjoon's low, even voice that draws you in and keeps you paying attention. Like a documentary narrator, or a radio host. 

"You're staring at me," he says, his tone light and teasing. 

You were listening so intently that you didn't even realize what you were doing. "Was I?" You turn away slightly, hoping to hide the blooming patches of pink on your cheeks. "Sorry." 

"It's okay." Namjoon's eyes crinkle into a smile. "It's all I can do to get the freshmen in my courses to look at anything other than their screens, so trust me, I don't mind it at all. I'm just glad you don't think I'm boring."

"Boring?" you say, surprised. "Are there people out there who think you're boring?"

"Oh, definitely. You'd be surprised. Jin, for one. He swears up and down that he doesn't think so, but a few minutes in and his eyes are already starting to glaze over. You, on the other hand…well, I've been monologuing for ages, but you've just been standing there with that mesmerized look on your face the whole time."

"Mesmerized?" You chuckle. "I don't know about that."

"No, it's true," he insists. "Admit it. I fascinate you."

"And?” you ask. “What about it?” 

“What do you say we get out of here?” he says, barely blinking an eye. The corner of his mouth quirks. “This party’s almost over anyway. We can continue this conversation somewhere we can actually hear ourselves think.” 

You hesitate. You barely know this guy. But he likes you – you can tell. He’s the first guy in a long time to express genuine interest in you or your job or your personal life in general. It doesn’t hurt that he’s easy to look at, either, with his striking brown eyes and easy, dimpled smile. There’s just something about the way he looks at you that makes your palms tingle and you heart feel like it’s about to explode. And what is it about rolled up sleeves and exposed forearms that just drives you absolutely insane? Maybe it’s the alcohol talking, or the letdown from Ji-eun’s unsuccessful attempt to set you up with Minho – but you have to see where this goes. “Okay,” you say finally. “Where should we go?” 

He’s about to speak when Seokjin and Ji-eun stumble up, arm in arm. “Namjoon-ah! My best friend!” Seokjin exclaims drunkenly. He throws his long arms over Namjoon’s shoulders from behind, pink-cheeked and grinning. “I think I’m in love.”

“Oh, really?” Namjoon eyes his friend with a dry expression. “Who is she, then?”

He looks at Ji-eun blankly, then back at Namjoon. "Ah, well, her name isn't important. What matters is…I'm in love." Seokjin pokes a long finger into Namjoon’s cheek. “And I’m going to marry her.” 

“Oppa!” squeals Ji-eun, pulling him back toward her. “Really?” 

“Uh-huh. I’ll bet.” Namjoon’s gaze cuts in your direction. “Sorry. Normally he’s better at holding his liquor than this,” he whispers. “I should really get him home before he gets any louder – and gets us uninvited from future events.”  

“Same here,” you say apologetically. “If we can manage to split them apart again.” Seokjin and Ji-eun are once again furiously making out, hands in places you’re not even sure you’re supposed to be looking. 

“They’ll have to come up for air sometime. I think we might have a chance then. You grab yours and I’ll grab mine?”

“Deal.” The second Ji-eun pulls away from Seokjin to take a breath, you take her firmly by the arm and pull her toward the door of the reception hall, ignoring her protesting about being separated from the love of her life, while Namjoon tugs Seokjin along behind you. There’s a line of people outside already waiting for taxis, given that you’re in the middle of the city, so you join the queue behind another couple, still trying to prevent Ji-eun and Seokjin from devouring each other whole on the sidewalk. 

“Nicely done,” says Namjoon, the dimple in his cheek reappearing alongside his grin, while he maintains a firm grip on Seokjin's arm. “I take it you have experience with this?”

“Only every Saturday night since university.” You chuckle. “Between the two of us I’m definitely the responsible one.” 

“Eonni!” whines Ji-eun. “Don’t tell him that! He’ll think you’re boring!” 

You plant an elbow firmly into the side of her ribs, sending her into silence. 

"That's okay." His smile doesn't waver. "I'm a little bit boring myself, so what's one boring person to another?"

Boring? you think. You're not boring at all. You’re passionate about what you love. You’re the first man to look at me that way: like I’m the most interesting person in the world to you, when really it’s the other way around. You’re sweet. You’re adorably awkward. You’re bad at flirting – but something about you draws me in anyway. And I know we’ve only just met…but I want to know everything about you. What makes you happy, what inspires you, what intrigues you…I want to spend hours listening to you tell me all about it.

The crowd waiting for cabs disperses until it's just you and Namjoon. "I guess this is it, then,” he says as a taxi finally pulls to a stop in front of you. “We should do this again sometime. Minus the drunk people, of course. Not that I don’t enjoy dragging a hundred and thirty pounds of dead weight around with me, but it does put a damper on things, doesn’t it?” 

“Yah, you bastard! I’m not that heavy!” Seokjin bellows, as he's struggling to stay upright, his words still slurring together. 

“Yeah,” you say. “I’d like that. Maybe we can actually finish that conversation we were having before we got interrupted.” You nudge Ji-eun, who seems determined to make herself as unwieldy as possible, not so gently into the cab, sending her tumbling into the backseat, and turn back to him. “By the way…I really appreciate it. You talking to me. It made me forget how totally out of place I was.” 

“Ah, it was nothing.” He ducks his head sheepishly. “As a fellow wedding crasher, I’m happy to have helped. Thanks for putting up with me rambling all night.” 

“Please.” You smile, waving your hand. “Nothing to put up with. I had a good time.” 

“Well…good night, y/n.” Namjoon closes the car door after you. “Get home safe. Until next time?”

“Until next time.” You look up at him. “Good night, Namjoon.” You sit back in your seat, allowing the flutter of excitement that’s been slowly building in your stomach to take flight. This guy…he likes you. He really likes you. You’re going to see him again. And for the first time, in a long time, if not ever…you’re excited. Really excited. Your hand goes to your mouth, barely concealing the grin that’s forming on your lips. 

As your taxi pulls away from the curb, a hand suddenly appears in the half-open window, causing it to jerk to a stop. Namjoon appears next to the car, shaking his hand ruefully and wincing. "Damn, that hurts. Guess that'll teach me, won't it?" He leans down, bringing his face closer to yours. "Sorry about that. You were just about to disappear when it dawned on me that I forgot to ask you for your number, and I knew I had to do something before I lost you."

“Oh! My number.” Your heart flutters again. “Yeah, you’re going to need that, aren’t you?” 

Namjoon watches as you tap your number into his phone. “Good thing I remembered when I did. That could have been a disaster.”

“A disaster, huh?” you ask, handing his phone back to him.

“Catastrophic.” He laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “How else would we have found out if we were meant to be if we didn’t go on an actual first date?” He gazes down at you with a teasing grin. “Anyway – I’ll call you?”

“Soon, I hope.” You smile. “I’ll be waiting.”

“I’ll try not to keep you waiting too long.” Namjoon’s eyes meet with yours momentarily before he turns away, letting out an awkward chuckle. “Well…good night, y/n. I mean it this time. Really.” 

“Good night,” you say, stifling a giggle. “Get home safe.” 

The taxi finally pulls away from the curb, and you can’t help looking out the window after him as he walks back toward Seokjin. He’s handsome, even from behind. Ji-eun flops against you, and you shift her to a more comfortable position against your shoulder. “I knew dragging you along was a good idea. Did I call it, or what?” she mumbles proudly. “You know, I saw the way you were looking at that guy just now.” She pokes teasingly at your arm, eyes half-closed. “Like you wanted to dive right in and take up residence in his dimples. And sparks like a fireworks show. It’s so obvious! You are smitten.” Ji-eun sing-songs the last part.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, pressing your lips together to hide your smile. Ji-eun might not have introduced you to the love of your life – but it’s the first time in a while that you’ve felt this way about anyone – and you suppose you do have to thank her for that. 

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Who's Your Favourite?

Jung Hoseok/Actress!Reader

Pt.1, pt.2

Summary: You are on the Jimmy Fallon show with BTS. Will this chance encounter leas to something more?

Warnings: female reader, fluff

Word count: 798 M.list

You were currently on the Jimmy Fallon show to promote your new movie and you were internally freaking out. Talk shows and interviews were nothing new to you, having been in the industry since a young age but... the fact that you were sitting next to the BTS members on the small couch was making you sweat with nerves.

‘Now Y/N we all know you are an extremely talented actress...’ You blushed at the praise. ‘But is it true that you are fluent in Korean too? I only ask since we have certain guests here who would love to hear it.’

‘Ah yes, I’ve been learning since I was a teenager, though I still make mistakes sometimes.’

‘And you are a big BTS fan right?’ He gestured to the men sitting beside you with a smile. You chanced a glance over your shoulder and Namjoon flashed you a warm smile when you caught his eye. You looked back to Jimmy with a tight smile as you gave a slight nod, causing the audience to cheer.

‘Who’s your favourite member?’ He suddenly blurted out with a smirk, causing your eyes to widen.

‘Ah..’ You let out with a laugh, burying your face in your hands.

‘Hey Jimmy, are you trying to play matchmaker right now?’ Namjoon jumped in, only making the situation worse.

‘No no, I’m just genuinely curious.’

‘Umm.’ You looked up with a timid smile as your eyes glanced over the smiling members, finally accepting your fate and getting it over with. You lifted your hand and pointed behind you.

‘Me!?’ J-Hope exclaimed when you motioned to him.

‘She say’s you are her favourite member.’ Namjoon explained in Korean, making Hoseok look over to you with a cocky smile. To avoid making a bigger fool of yourself, you turned to look at them all, face still beet red and started to explain yourself in Korean.

‘I love all of you equally but I was always drawn more towards J-Hope is all.’ The members faces all lit up in shock when they realised how good your Korean actually was.

‘Ok anyway..’

The rest of the interview went by without a hitch, all of you enjoying yourselves. You were currently backstage , just leaving your dressing room when you heard someone call out to you in Korean.

‘Ah! I’m glad I caught you.’ You looked up from your phone and your breath hitched in your throat when you saw who was jogging towards you. Hoseok was smiling wide as he came to a stop in front of you.

‘Oh hello again!’ You beamed back at him.

‘I just wanted to say that it was great meeting you today.’

‘Yeah I feel the same way.’ You agreed with a nod. ‘I just wanted to say though, I’m sorry if I made it awkward when I said you were my favourite member.’ You rubbed your arm as you spoke, slightly embarrassed.

‘Ah no I’m flattered honestly!’ He waved his hands slightly in front of himself and you let out a sigh of relief when you realised he wasn’t upset.

‘Good I’m glad.’ There were a few moments of tense silence between the two of you before he spoke up.

‘So we’re in the US  for a few more days and I was wondering if you’d like to go to dinner with me?’ That definitely caught your attention, perking up instantly as blush once again rose to your cheeks, staring wide eyes at the man in front of you. The smile slightly dropped from his face, loosing confidence due to your silence.

‘Only if you want to that is...’ He spoke timidly, causing you to snap out of your daze.

‘No of course, I’d love to!’ You answered quickly, beaming up at him. His smile returned at your response.

‘Ah great! You had me worried for a second’ Both of you let out small laughs.

‘Here lets trade numbers and I’ll text you the details.’ You eagerly agreed and swapped phones with him to enter your number. Both of you just stood there for a few moments, smiling like goof balls.

‘Well uh, I better get going. Everybody is waiting on me.’

‘Of course! Again it was great to meet you and I look forward to our date!.’ He couldn’t help but blush slightly at the word date but he hid it well as he turned to leave, giving you a final small wave. You watched as he walked back towards his waiting members, corners of your mouth tugging upwards. Turning to walk away, you felt your phone ping in your hand.

Hobi

Can’t wait to get to know you better! Hopefully our date will be the first of many!

See you soon!

(p.s you can call me Hobi if you like)

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Jungkook Series (XXVI)

* ² - two shots s - contains smut

When It All… ² by @7deadlysinsfics angst, divorce au, exes au Summary: What’s there to do when your husband says he thinks he doesn’t love you anymore? You pick up the broken pieces the best you can and try to move on.

Idol Hands by @bonvoyagenoona s ft KNJ, actress!reader, fake dating, idol au, love triangle au Summary: As an actress getting ready to retire, you know that idle hands are the devil’s playthings. But things aren’t any easier when you have your hands full with Idol!Namjoon, and Idol!Jungkook.

Matchmaker by @bonvoyagenoona s enemies to lovers Summary: Based on your analysis, Namjoon and Jungkook seem to be quintessential day traders and nightlifers. You can smell the booze on them when they reach your office. How are you supposed to help find Namjoon the perfect match when Jungkook keeps sneering at your state-of-the-art, well-researched system? Then again, there’s nothing that your science can’t fix. Even if Jungkook keeps trying to ruin you.

Boy in Luv by @ggukiepie s athlete!Jungkook, friends to lovers, college au Summary: Just two idiot best friends in l*ve.

The Art of Revenge by @heartbeatan s strangers to lovers Summary: Sometimes, getting even can be hot.

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bts reactions - you experiencing sensory overload - hyung line

disclaimer/explanation:  (maknae line version here!) this isn't meant to be specifically related to any disorder or any other specific neurobehavioral phenomenon - anyone that relates to it is free to do so, basically. i myself struggle with this and often experience sensory overload, so this is based on my experience (one of the ones below is based on someone i know) and i wrote this yesterday after experiencing it in real life. so, yeah, i just wanted to put that out there. every experience or relation to this is valid. (and just for clarification in case anyone needs it: sensory overload is when one or more of your senses experiences over-stimulation from your surroundings - it can be through sounds and noise, visuals and what you see, crowding, touch, smell, etc. anyone who experiences it and is sensitive to it can feel overwhelmed, can "shut down" and be unfocused, become irritable, cover their ears/nose/etc, and more - people have different reactions.)

separated hyung line and maknae line since the word count for each member is quite long. (namjoon: 1.1k / seokjin: 730 / yoongi: 1.4k / hoseok: 670)

🌻 namjoon 🌻

“Just look at me. Ignore everything else.”

Namjoon said the words as an order - yet his voice was gentle, more soothing than ever before. You wanted to obey. It was easy to. Just seconds ago, ‘ignoring everything else’ would’ve been one of the hardest things you’d ever had to do. Your childhood best friend’s wedding couldn’t have been more chaotic, but here, standing merely ten feet away from the chaos with one of the closest people in your life, it suddenly became bearable. You couldn't tell if it was the short distance, the man in front of you, or his firm hands on your shoulders - you’d always wondered if he could be as gentle as he was clumsy. Turns out he could.

“Is it anxiety?”

“Not really,” you say, staring into his eyes. “Well, maybe? It’s hard to tell, Joon. It’s just… a lot. The lights. The fact that the spotlight will be on me when I give my maid of honor speech - oh, and all the eyeballs of the attendees too. And I’d have to block out the sound of the kids playing around in the corner. Oh, and probably the sound of that old man who insists on slurping every last drop of his drink through his straw instead of just getting a refill. I think - I think - if I try hard enough, I could make out the sound of him doing so right now, even though I did last see him on his way to the bathroom. He probably took his drink in there with him. And I might be able to hear one of the kids asking the other to be his girlfriend, oh and-“

“Can you actually hear all that now? Right now?” Namjoon interrupts, resisting a smile.

“Mmm, not when you talk to me. Not when I talk to you. Your face…. Your voice…. You have a calming effect, Kim Namjoon.” The corners of his lips turn upwards into a smile, so you go on hurriedly. “It’s weird. Like…. A boyfriend." Fuck. You were just friends, dammit. . "Or a self-help guru. A therapist - you basically are my therapist, so.”

“Makes sense then, doesn’t it? Tell you what - when you give your speech, just stare directly at me. Like you’re talking to me. Maybe it’ll drown out everything then too - the awwwwws, the giggles, the adoring stares….”

“Stares are never adoring.”

“I disagree,” he says, and suddenly it's hard to look into his eyes, laser-focused on yours.

“I’ll have to ignore my high school friends, judging my body. The old ladies - thinking the same and wondering if I’m single or not, probably matchmaking me with a man here out of boredom. Oh, men - I have to worry about them too. I can handle judgmental scans but ogling-“

“If anyone ogles you and makes you feel uncomfortable I’ll deal with them myself. Old ladies included - I’ll… charm them or get Hoseok to do it. Old ladies adore him and his wife.”

You study Namjoon’s features, serious as ever.

“Look at me. If you want to. If it’s such a bad idea, I’m sure Yeri will understand if you bolt, but….” He pauses, looking somewhere behind you. “It seems like they need you, and I’ll be at table 7 - whether you want to be a runaway bridesmaid and need to hold someone's hand or if you need some calming focal point who is always in your corner.”

You take a deep breath, and Namjoon squeezes your shoulders, pulling you into his chest for a hug that lasts a few seconds too long… just long enough for your heartbeat to slow and match his. “You got this,” he whispers against your neck before pulling away and gesturing behind you, giving you that calm, cool, and collected smile that always puts you at ease before each of you departs to your different tables.

Jaehyun, the best man, told you it was time for you to end the night as he guided you back to your seat besides Yeri. Standing right beside her, a joyous vision in off-white lace and flowers - you knew you could never bolt. A focal point might turn out to be a good hack.

“Alright, everyone. As your emcee, it's my pleasure to introduce the final portion this evening, brought to you by the beautiful maid of honor,” Jaehyun begins, handing you his microphone. 

The applause didn’t help. Neither did Yeri’s hopeful and grateful stare beside you.

But a face at table 7 was already starting to work its magic.

“Good evening, everyone. I’m Yeri’s maid of honor tonight, and well, every night, huh, Yeri? I guess you knew I was the woman for the job when we were in the sixth grade, and I waited on you hand and foot after feeling guilty for intentionally giving you chicken pox so we’d miss school together. I was your happy maid then…. Well, minus the honor.” You couldn’t tell if everyone in the room laughed as hard as Namjoon did, but you hoped that was the case - so you went on. As though you’d been detailing your entire history with Yeri to Namjoon only, for four whole minutes, playing off of his reactions alone. If they were anything to go off of, you were a hit.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is that Yeri is not just one of my best friends - she's family. And right now, I’m filled with so much… joy, peace, laughter, good food, too many drinks, but most of all… love.”

For the first time, Namjoon glances another way. A probably unintentional reminder that you’d gotten to the end of your speech and that the words were meant for the woman sitting beside you. “I love you, Yeri,” you say, turning to your friend only for her to jump on you with a hug the moment your eyes meet, muttering ineligible praises through her joyful tears until you finally pry her arms away.

Sneaking your way out of the main table as the party resumes with everyone out of their seats, you find your way to Table 7 in seconds. If anyone had tried to stop you on your way there, you hadn’t noticed.

“I knew you’d kill it,” Namjoon says, wrapping his arms around you the moment you get to him. His embrace was just as warm as it’d been earlier, but when he started to pull away, you got on your tiptoes to place a quick peck on his cheek. Squishy. 

“Thank you, Joon,” you whisper against him, unsure if he’d even hear it through all the noise - but you were sure the kiss said enough. 

He bends down to kiss your cheek in response, and, as though you’d been in an empty room, hear him whisper a soft promise just for you.

“Always... Always.” 

👾 seokjin 👾

It had to have been an hour since Jin had walked into the living room. 

He usually played in his game room, a soundproofed man-cave full of Nintendo figures and his multiple consoles, televisions, and PC setups (including your pink one that he built himself). But minutes after returning from a weird work schedule, he began to set up camp right in front of you.

“I just miss you when I game,” he’d said sweetly, kissing your forehead before booting up the console and plopping onto the couch, cross-legged beside you. It was too sweet to say no to, and the first few minutes took you back to the very beginning of your relationship. 

Just the first few minutes. 

The battle game got too intense too fast, and of course, so did Jin. His screams and cheers could be endearing.

But not when you had work to do.

And not when you could hear them through your noise-canceling headphones.

And especially not when they sounded like his moans half the time.

“YA! SHI - what the?!”

A hand tapping your arm jerks you from your position and your blank stare into your laptop screen and the half-written document before you. Jin crawled up to you on the couch, gently rubbing your shoulder and taking off your headphones for you. You hadn't even realized you'd been holding onto them tightly, trying to block out the noise as much as possible. “Honey, you’re breathing so heavily… you’re shaking, honey. You look… angry? Are you okay?”

His voice is just above a whisper. The television is now muted - merely displaying the words ‘Replay Level?’ In big, bold letters.

“Honey….”

You take a deep breath and finally muster up the courage to look at your fiancé. It’d be even harder to tell him the truth looking into his wide, concerned eyes, almost covered by his fluffy, unkempt hair…. but since you’d be spending the rest of your life with your true love…

“Seokjin…" you start, before taking in another deep breath. A tear almost escapes you as you go on, your voice shaky. "You know I like seeing you game - you can get really adorable sometimes, even when you’re angry and lose but…. I think I needed some quiet today - to get my work done. I just didn’t want to turn you away.”

A deep exhale escapes his lips, which he places at your temple. “My love… I'm so sorry." Another kiss. "Shit. I'm an asshole. I didn't even ask you. I’m glad you told me. I know you can get overstimulated like this sometimes and... I should’ve known. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to be sorry, honey. And don't say all that stuff about yourself. I like it, just... not today?” you say, ruffling his unruly locks. “But, if I’m working…. Maybe just Animal Crossing? Any other slow game? Sidequests instead of the actual storyline?”

“Of course,” he smiles, kissing you on your forehead. “And for the record, kick me out anytime, okay?”

“Okay,” you say before you pull him in for a kiss on your lips. “Now get out, honey.”

Jin can’t help but break into laughter at your command, sticking his arms up in resignation. “I’m lucky to get commanded so cutely,” he remarks as he saves and ends the game and moves to go to his game room, suddenly stopping at the doorway, to turn back to you, fiddling with his the strings on his hoodie. “Hey…. If it won't be too much then tonight, well, any time really it doesn't have to be today, but.... Maybe you can continue to command me around in the bedroom too… cutely or not-so-cutely…. Maybe I can too….”

“Get OUT, Kim Seokjin,” you say, barely holding back your chuckle. “Let me work. You’ll make me fantasize.”

“No need to fantasize, honey. It’s reality. Or it will be, if you want it to be. Let me know,” he winks, stepping into his cave. 

It was hard to stay focused after that, but back in your silence, you had a productive hour or two before finally resigning to your basic human instincts and whipping open the door to Jin's game room. You were ready to do something somebody other than work today.

🎹 yoongi 🎹

It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. For the slightest moment, you believed in the possibility of random alternate universes briefly colliding with your existing one to produce a random, freak occurrence, as the conspiracy theorists say.

Because for the first time, your boyfriend had asked you for advice on his music. 

A demo. 

You’d listen to Yoongi’s demo. And give advice.

Sure, you’d heard some variations and almost-demos in the past, you had to have, considering you were in a serious relationship with the man. You’d catch him humming a melody and some lyrics that suddenly came to him, anywhere and everywhere, and he’d always try to figure out where it led on his own. He’d scurry to the studio or, as he did on your trips, whip out his phone or whatever gadget he had on him to quickly remember it - but that was the extent of it, your exposure to his behind-the-scenes music-making process. It was the way he worked his genius, so you never complained.

But now you were sitting in his studio with him, rather than popping in for a quick visit, and you couldn’t help but take in his space as he searched through his computers and softwares. The name of his studio - GENIUS LAB - in the form of turned-off neon light hung on the wall behind him, with some cat plushies adorning the couch below it. Endearing, as he’d always been - his sheer confidence came through when selecting a name for his studio because he was, well, a genius, and the adorableness surrounding it (Yoongi included) only added to that. The other wall was decorated in memorabilia related to his career, the members, his solo tour, and basketball, as expected, along with a shelf of many different types of alcohol, the faint smell of which definitely remained in the air, even through the orange blossom fragrance of his desk-side diffuser. In front of both of you and Yoongi were about a hundred different types of computers, gadgets, machines, and physical instruments all within reach. Besides the ones you recognized - the guitars, keyboards, and others - you couldn’t make sense of anything you were looking at.

“Ah, here it is,” he murmured. “Thanks, by the way.”

��I should be thanking you for letting me get a peak at all this. It’s the first time you asked me for advice, and you know I’m not musically inclined, so… I’m also a bit confused, Yoongi.”

“That’s why I wanted to ask you. I listened to this so many times that I can’t really make sense of it anymore. I showed it to the team, and they think it’s good, but I can’t help but feel that it’s…. wrong. Something’s missing. So I need someone who doesn’t know the technicalities of music as well as we do. I don’t want someone detailing all the tiny little note changes like they do - it only confused me more and now I don't even know how to release it. Plus, you know, you’re the love of my life and all that, so you're my go-to. Okay, here it is.”

Yoongi doesn’t give you a chance to respond and tell him that you love anything and everything he does, not just because he was your true love as well, but because you both know he knows it already.

The tune plays, echoing through his studio and it sounded great. Something right between the familiar work he’d done under his Agust D persona but verging on the work he’d done as a part of BTS - it was new, true to himself, and overall, very good. But you understood where Yoongi was coming from. Agust D and BTS were distinctly different… at times.

As the song faded out, you and Yoongi looked at each other for the first time in five minutes. 

“Well?” he murmured. “And I do want the truth, darling. Even if you think it’s shit - that’ll help me.”

Taking a deep breath, you try to find a way to put your thoughts into words. Yoongi knew Agust D and BTS were different - that wasn’t the advice he was looking for. “It is very good, Yoongi darling. Amazing, even.”

“Please tell me there’s a ‘but’ or a ‘however’ in your next sentence,” he winces, unfazed by your brief compliment.

“Don’t want to use those words, but I’ll say this: did you think about trying it out but….softer?”

“Softer?”

“Yeah….” It was the one comment that came to mind. Softening the song, in any way, would definitely help him figure out where the song would go - to SUGA or to Agust D. “Softer…. Like…. People Pt 2? And…. Never Mind? I think something like that could work. I can’t really explain it further because - you know I don’t know music - but…. soft vibes, maybe? Is that bad advice?”

“No, no - first of all, there’s no such thing as bad advice from you - but wait…. softer….” Your boyfriend stares into an abyss, and you can practically see the cogs in his brain working to figure out how to incorporate your advice. “That could work. Holy shit, hold on.” 

Yoongi quickly turns to his screen, playing the backing track on its own before messing around with many different audio files. It was like seeing a kid playing around in a ball pit. He zoomed across his desk, pulling out different instruments, frantically going on YouTube to pull up inspiration, adjusting metrics you’d never make sense of, all while whispering to himself gentle praises and curses. “Yes, Yoongi - this is the file you’re looking for. No, you stupid - no, this isn’t going to work. Let me try that other file.” In all your time together, it was the first time you’d seen Yoongi this way, and it was adorable.

Until he started playing a number of audio files and instruments all at once. 

Piano keys, a number of wooden instruments from a box unearthed from beneath his desk, and the strumming of a guitar, layered on top of the backing track, with Yoongi’s vocals and lyrics and the differing smells still in the air with his body spray added to it now that he was whizzing around his desk… It. was overwhelming. In that brief moment, you completely understood why music never was and never would be your ‘thing,' thankful your job allowed you to work in silence.  

“Yoongi!” you say loudly, with your boyfriend jumping and nearly falling back onto the couch behind him when you shake his shoulder. As you suspected, he forgot you were even there.

“Yoongi, this is too much for me,” you say, covering your ears. He was making the song softer, but it still flooded your senses. He quickly muted everything that was playing, allowing you to continue. “Was my advice okay? No offense, but…. Can I leave? I can’t think anymore. I can’t take any of it in... Should I call someone? One of your producers?”

“Shit, sorry. Sorry, I didn’t realize,” he says, rubbing his eyes before placing his hand on your shoulder. “It was amazing advice, my darling. Just the suggestion I needed - I got lost trying to follow the path, and I just kept going on a roll. Of course, you can leave. Actually, please leave - I think I need to be alone for the rest of this.”

That was the Yoongi you knew. Smiling as he kicked you out so he could work.

“Of course. Sure you don’t need anyone or anything?”

“I have everything I need. Actually, if you have his number or his fiance’s number - can you tell either of them I’d love to see Jin-hyung here in like four hours if he can make it? I think I need his vocals. I never did a song with just him before, and…. this… this one could work.” He stares at the screen, resisting the urge to play around with more switches and buttons.

“Jin, huh? Wow, I guess my advice really did help. Sure, Yoongi,” you say, moving towards the door. 

“Darling?”

“Hmm?” you say, turning around at your boyfriend’s call.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Work. Have fun. I’ll see you later.”

☀️hoseok☀️

“We need tangerines, too, Hoseok-ah!“ you cheer in the empty aisle, reaching for a bag of fresh tangerines, the supermarket’s too-florescent lighting perfectly pointing out which ones seemed most fresh.

“Good thinking, baby,” he says, taking the bag and placing it in the cart, “Yoongi has been coming around more often these days. This is perfect. Let’s look at what else we have to get.”

Grocery shopping with Hoseok wasn’t just a regular, everyday activity - you made a day out of it, going to the largest mart with the widest variety of items imaginable so you’d be well-stocked for a month or maybe even two. Hoseok was always a joy to shop with, and it was that extraordinary joy in the mundane that made you sure you'd spend the rest of your life with him. He insisted on making every trip with you despite his busy schedule - he was adorably specific about his routines and preferences, and today was another extraordinarily ordinary day in your schedule: a day at the mart during (what should be) its quietest day of the week.

But sometime after your start at the fruit aisle, the mart got busier than you’d ever seen it, with people weaving in and out of the aisles surrounding you. Looking at your grocery list, you thanked the heavens that it didn’t seem like you had that much left to do.

Even so, the hoards of people only made it harder to navigate the store and soon you had had enough. You could hear the screeching noise of every cart that whizzed past, you could swear the supermarket had been hosting a secret “bring your crying baby” convention every other aisle, and the bulbs shone hotter than the summer sun outdoors - unfixable even by the cool air in the ice cream aisle.

Your boyfriend had been picking out a tub, a new flavor of the month as per your tradition, with two different types in each hand…. suddenly turning to four…. And two Hoseoks standing before you.

“Hoseokie, I feel,” you sigh, holding your forehead, letting go of the cart’s handle to grab onto the hard plastic border containing the endless tubs of ice creams. 

“Wha- Are you okay?” he panics, but doesn’t await an answer, dropping the tubs in his hands, which he places on your shoulders. Seeing you panic, he takes your hand in his and rushes you out of the vast mart until you’re both safe in his car. 

“Breathe. Breathe. Are you okay, baby?” he says, outstretching his hand in the space between you. It’s only then, when your breathing starts to return to normal that you realize that, in the rush, you’d both gotten into the backseat. 

“I’m okay, Hoseok. It was…. too much all at once. It got too busy too fast.” 

“I know, baby. It’s weird isn’t it? We always go during the quiet hours. Guess today was just a freakishly busy day… Are you okay?” He smiles when you answer with a nod and a hold of his hand, while he brings his other one to sandwich yours. 

“Stay here, baby. I’ll go back in and fetch everything. I’ll be out in 10 minutes, hopefully. I'll get you a cold bottle of water. Need me to get anything else? A heat pack? An ice pack? Will that help?”

“Just the water and an energy drink, maybe?” 

“You got it,” he nods with a smile. “I’ll be back, okay?” Hoseok places a soft kiss on your cheeks before getting out of the car and dashing to the market. 

Three minutes later, your meditation guide gets interrupted by a text.

[from: hoseokie] paying now. got superhuman speed and got everything already. got you 7 bottles of water and 7 energy drinks, all in your favorite flavor, a heat and cold pack just in case AND your favorite chocolate bar. i’ll be there asap xoxoxo :) love you

[lolabangtan]

love: undercover | kth

In your late twenties and sporting a temper ‘totally unfit for marriage’, you're happy being the heiress and CEO of one of Korea’s biggest conglomerates. That is, until you have to pose as Kim Taehyung's new secretary.

Word count: ??

Warnings: smut, alcohol consumption, mentions of infidelity and parental neglect.

# office AU, romance, angst, fluff, comedy, CEO!Taehyung x CEO turned secretary!fem reader, first meeting gone wrong, soft bubbly Taetae :’), fake identity, sexual tension, unrequited mutual pining, side Namjoon x OC, lots of idols, it’s overall pretty soft even if it’s got its dramatic bits.

A/N: don’t ask where this came from, just take it. I’ll manage to make it work somehow. Missing Taetae hours.

Read this story with its own Spotify playlist.

INDEX

1. Shoplifter

2. Mission: undercover

3. Matchmaking, maybe

4. Itching

5. Pair bond

6. The pest

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[bangfantanfic]

Our Own World: 8

Warnings: aggressive behaviour, possible swearing.

Type: Hybrid!Au , yandere, fluff, angst Authors Note: it’s a bit short but things are happennnning! Let me know if you would like to be tagged, my asks are playing up a bit so I do apologise! Lemme know your thoughts on the newnchapter! 

taglist: @doublebunv @zae007live @sevenpersona @blancflms @suhappysuho @singukieee @potterbrooke @missseoulite @tinykpoponanime @childfmoonn

Jeongguk had been acting stranger toward you than usual, and you weren’t too sure what you had done to warrant the behavior but you also weren’t about to question it. While he still didn’t speak to you, or even acknowledge when you tried to talk with him, he came and sat with you and the few boys that could still come, have breakfast and lunch with you, and always made sure to be seated directly across from you. He followed you all on your afternoon walks to the beach, playing around with the others. But you always felt his eyes on you, and you;d be a liar if you said it didn’t make you extremely uncomfortable. The stare didn’t feel friendly, but it also didn’t feel malicious. Whatever it was, you didn’t like it. So you just pretended it wasn’t happening.

And god was it difficult. 

He was intimidating. 

“I haven’t seen Taehyung, is he okay?” You wondered, looking over to Jimin who walked close beside you. You could tell he was restraining himself from trying to latch onto you, he wasn’t very good at hiding… well anything. 

You hadn’t seen Taehyung since you had all arrived, and you honestly missed him. Just a little. Nobody had mentioned the monkey hybrid, which you found odd. At first you had thought maybe he was just tired and adjusting to the changes, but when nobody had mentioned him by the third day you were suspicious. 

“He’s fine,” Hoseok shrugged, gently patting your hair. “He’s joined some hotel activities.” 

You frowned, humming as you tried to think of any activities on the bulletin board in the hotel, you hadn’t seen anything listed, but maybe there were different activities set up for the hybrids. Separating the activities would be strange though, wouldn’t people want to spend time with their hybrids? Do they not consider them family, or at least friends? You couldn’t say you considered any of the boy's family, nor friends, maybe acquaintances? But then again they weren’t yours. 

“Did you guys sign up for any?” You asked, glancing between the three. They all shook their heads, ‘no’. You puffed up your cheeks, slowly letting the air out. This place was strange. The whole situation was strange. Since arriving the boys had slowly dropped one by one, you see less and less of them. Namjoon had explained to you the day after arriving what the hotel really was, confirming most of your research. 

A hotel for hybrids to stay and pass through their mating cycles, and if all owners agreed, they could sometimes find hybrids of the same breed and ‘pair’ them up. You had snorted at the thought, your first thought being it was like a matchmaking hotel, before your slow brain caught up and realized exactly what was meant by ‘pair up.’ You had been horrified that the comments on the forum were true. But you had trust in your brother to not being that stupid. 

Your brother… You hadn’t heard from him since the ‘trip’ was announced. You had been calling, texting and even emailing him, but no responses ever came back. Frustrated wasn’t even close to how you were beginning to feel about this whole situation. Even his fiancé had stopped responding to you, and while you knew your brother wouldn’t abandon the pack, you weren’t too happy being left in the dark. You had so many questions and you just wanted answers. 

Being in a hotel all by yourself over the evening was lonely, the boys had a curfew, their hotel's doors were locked by 5:30pm, for ‘safety.’  Your nights you did spend on the phone, facetiming with Dohan, the guy you had met in the grocery store. The two of you had grown incredibly close, talking constantly. He was incredibly sweet, and funny and while he didn’t know the entire situation you were in (e.g. babysitting seven hybrids) he was incredibly comforting and tried his best to help you. You had admittedly developed a crush on the man, and you knew he felt the same towards you, but you had both agreed to not act on anything until he could take you on a real date. You sometimes wished some of the boys had phones so you could at least text them over the night, especially Taehyung. You were honestly beginning to really worry about him. 

It was 4pm now, and soon the boys would have to retreat back to the hotel and you would be alone once again. While you weren’t the most social person, you still enjoyed a little company– what human didn’t? You couldn’t socialise with the other people in the hotel, Covid was still a thing and the hotel had strict rules in place, and you wondered if it were the same for the boys. Were they separated once they got back to the hotel? Did they get to have dinner together? Did they feel as isolated as you did? 

Hoseok and Jimin had run ahead to the water, the two wanting to walk along the water before heading back. This left you alone with Jeongguk. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat, drumming so hard you were sure he could see it with the way he was staring. The snake hybrid moved closer, the skin of his arm brushing against you making you shiver. Did he always feel this cold? 

Jeongguk felt like an idiot– no, not an idiot. A pervert. He was trying his best to act neutral around you, he really was. But his body seemed to have a mind of its own. He liked to try and blame it on the raging hormones in the hotel, they were triggering him, he was sure when he finally got home he wouldn’t feel.. Whatever it was that he was experiencing right now. He had been happy when the others ran off, giddy even. He had you to himself, something that had never happened before… something he hadn’t wanted before. He had moved closer to you, hoping you wouldn’t notice but the second your soft, warm skin brushed him, he knew he was down bad. Thoughts of you, naked, filled his brain again. Did all of your skin feel this smooth? This warm? 

You had shivered when he touched you, was it out of fear? The thought of you fearing him didn’t upset him, infact, it excited him. He couldn’t help but grin at the thought of you under him, begging him to leave you alone. Jeongguk was sure you looked stunning with teary eyes. 

The snake hybrid looked around, his packmates were already by the water, out of eyesight for you. They weren’t paying attention to him, or you. 

Jeongguk wrapped his fingers around your wrist, forcing you to stop. He could feel your pulse under his finger tips, beating erratically. Your body temperature raised, and your body stiffening under his touch. Your reaction was exciting. You were scared. 

“--Jeongguk?” 

The hybrid shook his head, snapping back out his thoughts. His eyes still glued to where he held onto you so tightly. He hadn’t heard a word you said before his name. He wanted you to say it again. 

“Are you scared?” He asked softly, still not looking at you properly. 

Scared wasn’t the right word. You were petrified. You wanted nothing more than to rip yourself out of his hold and book it back to your room, but he was holding so tightly, like he knew exactly what you wanted to do. 

“I knew it.” He grinned, finally looking you in the eyes and god, you wished he hadn’t. His dark eyes stared into yours, an excited glint in them. 

“Jeongguk, please let me go.” You asked as calmly as you could muster, but even you could hear the shake to your voice. 

“Say it again.” 

You frowned, gently tugging your wrist only to wince when his grip tightened. 

“Let me go.” You repeated, a little firmer this time. 

“Not that. Say my name.” He pouted. You almost would have fallen for how cute he looked if it weren’t for the way his fangs were out, pushing into his bottom lip. Or maybe the way he watching you was like you were a mouse, and he was ready to snap any second and swallow you whole.

You frowned, looking down at your wrist again. It was bright red, and aching. You’ll definitely be bruised by morning. 

“Jeongguk, I’m asking you nicely, let me go.” 

He laughed, throwing his head back as his body shook. You were shocked, you don’t think you had ever seen him laugh, at least not at you. He calmed quickly, shaking his head in silent disbelief before he tugged you forward, wrapping his free arm around your hips. 

“What are you gonna do, Y/N?” He cooed, eyes narrowing in on yours. The look on his face was the opposite of the tone of voice he had just used. He leaned in closer, barely an inch away. “Tell me, what will you do?” 

You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, but you weren’t sure why. Was it because your attempt at a threat had clearly failed? Or was it the way he was holding you right now? Or how close his face was to yours. 

“I’m waiting Y/N.” He sang, his grin showing off the needle fangs hanging over his canines. 

You felt sick. 

“I’ll–” 

“Don’t say scream, that's boring.” He cut you off, sighing dramatically. “Besides,” He added, letting go of your wrist to wrap his fingers in your hair. His grip on your hips tightened as he yanked your head backward. “I could rip your throat out before you even try.” 

Oh god, you really were going to vomit. 

“Where did the confidence go?” The hybrid whined, gently shaking your head side to side. “Don’t be boring now, come on. Try again.” 

You could feel tears threatening to cloud your vision and if you could, you would’ve punched yourself for looking so goddamn weak. But what else could you do? He was right. He could rip out your throat in the blink of an eye, hell, he didn't even need to do that. All he had to do was bite you and you would be done for. The thought had your stomach tightening in an attempt to remove its contents but you pushed it back down, you weren’t going to cry, and you certainly weren’t about to vomit all over this asshole– even if he deserves it. 

“This isn’t funny, please just leave me alone.” You mumbled. You wish you had ran ahead with the other two, why haven’t they realized you hadn’t shown up yet? 

Jeongguk’s hand tightened in your hair making you wince, if he moved again he was going to take a chunk out. The stinging on your scalp made your eyes water, which only seemed to please the boy towering over you.

 He was right, he thought proudly, you looked so pretty when you cried.

“Y/N was asking about Tae again,” Jimin sighed as he dropped into his seat. Across from him sat Seokjin who nodded at the younger words but didn’t say anything, instead he looked to his left and raised a brow to Namjoon. 

The boys had all agreed to not mention what exactly Taehyung was up to. They weren’t sure how you would react, so they thought the best thing to do was keep it to themselves. Jay had contacted the hotel and requested that any matches found be matched to ‘his’ boys, if possible. So far they only had a match for Taehyung much to everyone's surprise, they expected Namjoon again, or even Jimin. They felt bad for him, it was his second time matching and the first time had left the poor man depressed afterwards. During ruts, when matched up their more animalistic side tends to kick in, the urge to mate was nearly unbearable for most hybrids, even with training which is why many of the first few generations were castrated, which often left them undesirable to many potential adopters. Coping with these urges were much harder, and less experienced a hybrid was, which is why Jay had sent them to the hotel this year, not wanting to risk anything happening to his sister– which the boys all understood, but the older men couldn’t help but feel insulted that had to go too. Namjoon had been sure he, Jin, Hoseok and Yoongi would have been fine with having you around during this time, especially since most of them it wasn’t even their time, but Jay clearly didn’t want to risk anything. 

Namjoon was now thankful for Jay’s decision, at least he thinks. While he was sure he could have handled being at home with you, being here at the hotel with all the hormones had definitely made it very hard for him to be near you, so by the second day he had started to stay back at the hotel and halt any interaction with you until he felt he could trust himself. Seokjin had followed him soon after, and Yoongi had just never bothered to leave his room unless it was meal times. They had all been surprised when Jeongguk had announced he was going to join Hobi and Jimin with meeting you. They had all assumed by his irritable mood he was starting to begin his cycle too, and despite trying to convince him to stay, the youngest boy had stubbornly ignored all warnings and ran off to catch up to the others. While Namjoon trusted that the other two could keep Jeongguk in his place he still had his own worries. 

“She seemed kind of upset too.” Hoseok added with a frown, “We were all gonna play by the beach but she never caught up. When Jimin and I got to her again she ran off.” 

Namjoon frowned, looking between the three that had been accompanying you today. The elder two looked confused, and a little upset that their time with you had been cut short. You had been walking them back to the hotel the last few days too. When his gaze finally fell on the youngest member he sighed. He had noticed the snake's change in behavior toward you, and he wasn’t all too sure if he saw it as a positive or not, but by the happy look on his face, Namjoon felt guilt hit him in the gut. He knew that look too well.

Jeongguk had a new toy, and it seemed to be you. 

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Another update on  Tangerine Boy Brought Us Together!

The first fic we're doing is Matchmaker! This fic follows Namjoon and Jungkook navigating their friendship as Namjoon enlists the help of an online dating and coaching app called Matchmaker to, essentially, stop being a fuckboy. Jungkook, who is the textbook definition of a fuckboy, is hilariously boggled by this and, thus, absolutely threatened. The fic also follows the reader (aka Y/N aka Your Name), who is the CEO of Matchmaker, and who serves as Namjoon's coach. All of these characters + the rest of the BTS members (ESPECIALLY YOONGI!!) collide one day, at Matchmaker HQ, in a trash bin containing a tossed salad 😏

Episode 1 drops tomorrow! We cover Sierra's questions about chapter 1, and we discuss why she wants to THROTTLE Matchmaker Jungkook so badly! The fic is also about themes of romance, friendship, online dating, science, psychology, creativity, vulnerability, and fuckboy fuckery lol. And, on a personal note, it contains my own take on academia, industry, the sexism I've experienced in both realms, and the ever-burning questions I've always had about passion, chemistry, and connection.

Read Matchmaker here!

And listen along with us as we discuss Chapter 1!

Tuesday, April 11: Sneak peek 1! (listen here!)

Wednesday, April 12: Sneak peek 2! (listen here!)

Thursday, April 13: Sneak peek 3 (above!)

Friday, April 14: Episode 1 drops! 😻🍊

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BTS fic recs: July 2023

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fics post 💜

Also, most of these fics are smutty as hell, so minors dni.

I am so sorry that this list is so long 🫣 I’ve clearly had waaaay too much time on my hands 😂

BTS fic rec index → May | Jun | 💜 | Aug | Sep (jjk)(knj) | Oct (pjm) | Nov (*) | Dec (ksj)(kth) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, personal favorites = 💯. 

⭐A Remedy for Mondays: pt2, pt3, pt4 [completed series] 💯 by @dovechim​ // pjm x f.reader // coworkers!au, office!au, s2c2l // 🥵🌩️🥰😂

📝 All you wanted was just one day off work. but for that to happen, you need to invent a plausible reason. and then somehow, somewhere along the way, things get out of hand, and now people think you’re having a baby with your co-worker Park Jimin after a one-night stand. confused? join the club.

🗨️ This is one of the most hilarious plots I’ve read! 😂 It is so funny, with a good amount of angst, fluff and brilliant comedy 👏 This is really one of my all time favorites - if you have not read this one yet, please go read it, you won’t be disappointed! 💎

⭐Two point Five (2.5): pt2 [series] 💯by @bratkook​ // jjk x f.reader // handyman!jk, s2f2l // 🥵🥰

📝 Who would have thought booking a handyman from an app would lead to this. sure, you wish he’d mount you instead of just your television, but you could totally be friends. Right?

🗨️ This is also one of my all time favorites! 💎There is just something incredibly hot about handyman JK 🥵 It is so good, juicy, smutty and there's comedy in it too! Please don’t be sleeping on this one.

⭐Not my Fault by @taegularities​ // jjk x f.reader // college!au, classmates to lovers // 🥰🥵

📝 After sparking a sinful conversation on a dating app, you vow to yourself that you won’t give in to more the notorious college fuckboy Jeon Jungkook might have to offer. That is, until he rings your doorbell just one night later – and it’s truly not your fault that he’s so damn hard to resist.

🗨️ This is really, really good! I loved everything in this 💜

⭐Illicit Favors 💯 by @yoongiofmine​ // myg x f.reader // producer!yoongi, virgin!reader, f2l // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 When your editor tells you to re-write the chapters of your book because the sex scenes are weak, suggesting you write them from experience, what do you do when you lack any kind of sexual experiences in general? You go to your friend and ask him for help with it.

🗨️ Matchmaker Namjoon!! The premise is funny and leads to slight awkwardness, but it’s so good. I love the reader and Yoongi’s friendship in this. I was left speechless after reading it, I can’t recommend this enough 🙂

⭐Now We Reign by @oddinary4bts​ // myg x f.reader // idol!au, work collaborators to lovers // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 When working on a collab together makes you and Min Yoongi seek comfort with the other, you discover there’s more to life than loneliness. Only, hurdles mark your path in Min Yoongi’s life, and it’s unclear what the outcome will be. Will you be destroyed by him and his world, or will you learn to reign over it, together with him?

🗨️ If you want to take your feelings on a roller-coaster ride, this i definitely for you! 💜 It is a great masterpiece and has a rich and deep story. A must read 👏

⭐Just Dance it Off by @kookdiaries  // pjm x f.reader // dancers!au, e2l // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 When you hear that you are cast as the female lead in the upcoming end of the semester show, you are completely thrilled. That is, until you hear who your partner is…

🗨️ I love enemies to lovers and this is so, so good 👏

⭐Netflix & chill [ongoing (incomplete) series] by @1kook  // jjk x f.reader // s2l, app developer!jjk, slice of life // 🥵🥰😂

📝 If you planned things right, you could rain down your raging displeasure on Jeon Jungkook right after the meal but before this proposed ‘Netflix and chilling,’ maybe dramatically throw your glass of wine at him, before storming out of his place and reporting him to the authorities (Namjoon) for his douchebag personality.

🗨️ I wouldn’t normally recommend an incomplete series, but I really like this one and I actually think that the last special works well as the finale for the series (it gives closure). There are many parts, specials and ‘commercial breaks’ in this, so a lot to sink your teeth in! I think it is funny and sweet and there’s smut in every main story ❤️‍🔥

⭐Bad Decisions by @jjungkookislife  // myg x f.reader // f2l, tech support!Yoongi // 🥵🥰😂

📝 Jimin is desperate to get his apartment back to himself. He’ll move hell and earth, and even drop to his knees to beg you to take his brother, Yoongi, out of his hands. Who are you to say no to that pretty face and sinister grin? 

🗨️ It should be illegal how much I enjoyed and adore this! I loved the dynamic between all the characters. It is definitely worth a read, it is thoroughly funny and smutty 👌

⭐Oh, Darling! [completed series] By @yoongiofmine  // myg x f.reader // university!au, professor!Yoongi, student!reader // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 Starting your second semester at one of South Korea’s most prestigious universities should be stressful enough. Between juggling classes, good grades and a social life, your plate was full. Hoping to spice up your academic career, you thought it was a good idea to enroll as an assistant for your literature professor, whom you've held a very secret and very forbidden crush on for the past several months. What will happen now that you’re forced to work closely together? And what if your crush isn’t as one sided as you thought?

🗨️ Dang this is incredibly hot, okay! The profession/student dynamic is just so satisfying and ugh. I really like that this doesn’t feel awkward or forced, but actually like they are equal 💜

⭐Love like This by @ppersonna  // pjm x f.reader // established relationship // 🥰🥰🥰🥵

📝 Jimin wants to make sure this birthday is your favorite one yet.

🗨️ This is just sweet sugary fluff with some soft and cute smut (can smut be cute? 🫢). It is just so, so sweet 💜

⭐Tricks of the Trade 💯by @stutterfly​ // myg x f.reader // body swap!au, soulmates!au, idiots to lovers, frenemies to lovers // 🥰😂🥵

📝 The convenience store across the street from your apartment carries your favorite energy drink. That’s why you frequent it. It’s definitely not because you have a big fat crush on the owner you’ve been flirting with for the better part of a year. Of course your brand of flirting can also be misconstrued as bickering. When a strange man wanders into the store, he thinks you need a little nudge to embrace the strings connecting you. Next thing you know you’re waking up in a body that definitely doesn’t belong to you. You can’t decide if it’s the best or worst thing that’s ever happened to you.

🗨️ This is utterly perfection! It is so funny and hilarious - but it is also insanely smutty! It’s really interesting with body swapping, what they learn about each other, lol. I read this on a day where I was feeling down, and it honestly made my day! 💜Also, now I kinda wanna watch ‘She’s the Man’ 😂

⭐The Boyfriend Concept by @kpopfanfictrash​ // pjm x f.reader // porn star!au // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 Win a Date with a Porn Star! You saw the sign when you walked in, of course, but you had no idea your friend dropped your name into the raffle. Fast-forward to later that day, when you actually win. You are horrified, of course, with no intention of accepting and setting yourself up for embarrassment. But then you meet Jimin, and decide this might be worth a shot.

🗨️ This is just really wholesome 🥹It is also incredibly hot too! 🥵

⭐The Making of: Love by @inkjam-moon​ // knj x f.reader // actor!au, s2l (not really strangers, ‘cuz they know of each other) // 🥰🥵😂

📝 When the movie you’re in requires to to film a risque scene with a world renowned sex symbol, your virginity is suddenly all you can focus on.

🗨️ I think this is funny, so I’ll tag it with comedy! Jimin is in it (he is readers manager) and he is just doing his best job of being a supporting character 👏 It’s good! 

⭐Reset by @dovechim​ // pjm x f.reader // college!au, f2l // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 We are made of the pieces of what we remember, and we hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there are memories to call our own, there can be no true loss. But Park Jimin has no such privilege. 

🗨️ It is really, really good! And if you want to bawl your eyes out like I did, seriously give it a read. It is equally beautiful, cute and sad. Jimins last sentence really killed me 😭

⭐5280 feet by @xbaepsae​ // pjm x f.reader // mile high club!au, flight attendant!reader // 🥵😂🥰

📝 Never in your life have you met such a cocky, yet still strangely attractive, person. His words really struck a chord in you, and now you really can’t stop imagining your legs wrapped around him…or his cock in your mouth.

🗨️ This is so good! 🔥🥵 The plot is nice and the smut is just so 🔥 i love it 😍💖 if you haven’t read this, it is definitely worth a read!

⭐Heartbreak Insurance by @jimlingss​ // pjm x f.reader // s2l // 🥰😂

📝 At Heartbreak Insurance, we are committed to be there when you need it most. Affordable and comprehensible solutions to meet your needs today! With our Heartbreak Insurance, you can find a plan that fits your needs. We cover and care for you in your most vulnerable times, offering paid time off, therapy sessions and care packages. Because heartbreak is pain too.

🗨️ This is hella fluffy! 🥰 It is just sweet and fluffy perfectness 😘

⭐Performance Evaluation by @kookscrescent​ // myg x f.reader // fuckboy!au, college!au // 🥵

📝 After the guy you’d gone out with for a few weeks, suddenly dumps you after you’ve slept with him, you want to know if your bedroom skills are the root of the problem, and there’s only one person you really want to turn to to find out. But unfortunately for you, he’s gay. So he sends you to the next best person. Min Yoongi. 

🗨️ The plot is on point and the smut is on fire 👌It is awkward in the beginning, but that made it funny (for me at least) 😂

⭐100 km/hour 💯by @chateautae​ // pjm x f.reader // fuckboy!au, college!au, pwp // 🥵

📝 What exactly happens when you and your friends have to pile into one car for the ride home after an insane halloween party, and you find yourself sitting in park jimin’s lap? especially when he’s dressed as an angel, and you’re in the sluttiest devil costume ever?

🗨️ I was not at all prepared for the juicy smut in this 🥵 I really love the tension between reader and Jimin, and omfg the smut + tension 🤌🏾It is just brilliant 👏

Thank you so much for going through my recommendations! I hope you find something that you like and show it some love. I’m still going through my reading list from as far back as 2017, so don’t be surprised if I recommend something ‘old’. And I know that some of these amazing writers are on hiatus or completely closed, but their fics are still slapping and worth a read, like or reblog.

Borahae 💜

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Sugar Fairy One Shot: Namjoon Handles JK's Rut

Story: Sugar Fairy, but can standalone as a one shot Characters: rutting bunny hybrid Jungkook x responsible hybrid owner Namjoon Length: 5033 words Warnings: explicit sexual content, hybrid universe, mxm, handjob, masturbation, so. much. cum., rutting, moral quandry, bi-questioning? or just supportive?, rutting, submissive JK

It wasn’t that Namjoon had never meant it when he offered to help Jungkook through his ruts. The offers had been sincerely made. He just hadn’t ever really thought through what it would mean if Jungkook said yes, because he always said no. Without ever talking about it, Jungkook had identified a hard line himself when it came to family. He insisted whole-heartedly that family was not where he wanted to turn for help with a rut, no matter how desperate he got. Which was good, because Namjoon had sisters, and even the entire family hadn’t felt confident about that line to never be crossed, the whole dynamic might have been different. 

“I won’t die from it,” he always insisted, with big eyes and a trembling lip if he remembered how bad it could get. “But I don’t want to take advantage of pity and kindness…And I’d die if anyone in our family saw me like that…”

Not that there had ever been an issue when they were younger. Namjoon’s parents had modeled good hybrid care never making Jungkook feel ashamed of the suppressants he took, or the visits to the hybrid center when the suppressants weren’t enough for his adolescent hormones. Until he was of age, the help the centers gave was in the form of education and toys, and then later with the matchmaking for heat partners. He was never left to suffer; at the first signs of suppressants not working, he was whisked off to the center, no matter the last-minute expense.

Namjoon learned this process with care, knowing that he’d be responsible for making sure Jungkook’s needs were met once they stopped living at home. He knew the suppressants and when to take them and the off-brand names and tracked when refills were needed, since Jungkook wasn’t good at keeping up with that kind of thing. When they moved out, Namjoon made sure to visit the nearest hybrid centers before they needed them. Once he started making money, the hybrid centers knew he was a sucker for buying whatever toys they pushed on Jungkook when he came around for his occasional rut –a few a year too strong for normal suppressants was decidedly normal at his age. Whatever Jungkook wanted, Jungkook got. Even if it was multiple colors of the same pulsing fleshlight with a poofy washable bunny tail. 

Namjoon was proud of being such a prepared hybrid owner/brother. Because it was true the lines were a little different between he and Jungkook than they were for many hybrid owners, who adopted someone much younger than them once they themselves were an adult. Jungkook had always believed himself to belong especially to Namjoon, and Namjoon believed Jungkook belonged especially to him, even when Jungkook was also considered just part of the whole family. They were brothers! But also not brothers, because Namjoon was older, and human, and sometimes Jungkook seemed even younger than his age. Namjoon knew that wasn’t uncommon for hybrids especially before they reached true breeding age, their life stages a little different than humans. Namjoon read books and watched TED Talks and took his role in Jungkook’s life very very seriously.

So why, why, why had he failed so badly this time?

Namjoon leaned against the door to the bedroom of the suite and felt sick at the pained noises coming from inside. 

He had all the excuses.

He wasn’t used to traveling for work yet and had been so excited at the opportunity, and allowance to bring Jungkook too, that it had distracted him from his usual responsibilities.

It wasn’t the time of year when Jungkook’s ruts usually overpowered his suppressants so he hadn’t expected anything out of the ordinary.

He had packed Jungkook’s suppressants, he just didn’t realize Jungkook had stopped taking them because he thought they were making his face puffy.

He hadn’t bothered going to find a local hybrid center upon arrival because they were only going to be in London for a week.

He had believed Jungkook when the hybrid insisted he just wanted to ride out the symptoms in the bedroom and he’d be fine. “It’s not that bad,” Jungkook had insisted at the first signs and realization of what was coming. “Don’t worry about it.”

“It’s not that bad,” he’d insisted, already sweating and flushed and looking like he needed to vomit. That had been a day ago, long before he’d locked himself in the bedroom and begged Namjoon to never enter on pain of death.

He should have known Jungkook would ignore his own needs in favor of enjoying the trip until it was too late. He should have known Jungkook’s rut would be worse now that he was older since the last time he’d gone through one unassisted. He should have known even a nice hotel like this would have walls thin enough that neighbors called the desk to complain about the noise.

His body flushed with shame at the hiccup of despair from his hybrid who’d now been unseen in the bedroom for twenty-four hours. Namjoon had opened the door only once to pile in food and Jungkook had yelled at him to get out, but the heat and smell of the room had been overpowering. Namjoon had wisely slept on the couch and left Jungkook alone but…

But he couldn’t leave him alone forever. He couldn’t let him just suffer. It was his fault they’d gotten to this situation anyway.

“Jungkook? Hey man,” Namjoon called at the door, knowing Jungkook would hear him standing there anyway. “I’m going to come in, ok?”

He couldn’t hear Jungkook’s groaned, “No, hyung, don’t…” until he’d cracked the door.

“How are you doing?”

“Fine.” The whine, the way his voice cracked, the way Jungkook was nothing more than a dark lump in the center of a blanket nest on the bed, it all said the opposite. The curtains were closed, no lights on, bathroom door closed. The air was stale and heavy with a scent beyond anything Namjoon had been in before.

Namjoon clicked a light on and Jungkook whined and turned his face away. His whole naked body twitched as Namjoon came closer, dark hair and years draped across the white pillows. Usually his hybrid was so shy about nudity but now he just lay there, everything on display. It was impossible not to notice Jungkook’s swollen dick twitching against his stomach, such a dark red shade it was almost purple. It looked painful. Namjoon shifted uncomfortably, feeling sympathy pains in his own crotch. It was strange to see, even beyond this display of unabashed nudity from his hybrid who was usually so shy about it. It was strange to see a dick that at once looked so sensitive but also somehow called to mind a painful need that he was sadly familiar with, having no girlfriend in recent history: the desperation for touch, for relief. Maybe his own had never been that bad but he could feel it now, like an echo of Jungkook’s.

“...so close…” Jungkook murmured. He shivered, his skin clammy and red under the harsh yellow light of the lamp. 

“What’s so close?” Namjoon asked but Jungkook didn’t respond. “Hey I found a hybrid center nearby. I’m going to call our place at home and have them fax your records over and then they’ll let you check in– I already talked to them about it–”

“No.” Jungkook’s head thrashed on the pillow. “No, so close… I can’t move…” He said something too quietly. Namjoon had to lean close, nose wrinkling as his hand touched a damp pillow. No way of knowing whether it was sweat or cum, both which soaked the blanket nest Jungkook had made for himself. 

“I can… carry you,” Namjoon offered. 

“No, no, so close…. Just… just a little more… I’m so close,” he said, voice laced with pleas. His eyes were closed and tears began to squeeze out from the corners of his eyes. The tracks caught the light. 

“You’re almost done?” Namjoon asked. Jungkook nodded, the motions sharp and jerky, like he wasn’t in total control of his body. Namjoon tried not to look down at the way the motion traveled down Jungkook’s body like a shiver, ending with his dick bouncing, but it was hard to miss. Thin cum dribbled from the tip, a gossamer string of it drawn to just beneath Jungkook’s naval. Thicker cum dried across his lower abdomen, flaking, congealed, just a mess. 

“Would a shower help? We could wash off–”

“No,” Jungkook wailed, and curved suddenly like his hips were trying to thrust his dick up into something –or someone– who wasn’t there. 

“Are you sure you’re almost–”

“Just…. More… please, hyung…” 

Namjoon froze, entire body made of stone.

Was Jungkook asking him to…

Jungkook’s arms twitched like he was trying to lift them but they went nowhere. Jungkook, gym bunny, practically made of muscle, and his arms and legs were noodles. How much had he jacked off?! Namjoon refused to look too closely at the sheets, afraid he’d start to calculate how much cum had already been expelled from Jungkook’s body, and yet still his balls were stuffed to the point of pain.

“JK…”

“Sorry, sorry hyung, you don’t have to… sorry.” The burst of words after everything else was so strained made clear the embarrassment cutting through it all. It called on things deeper in Namjoon than embarrassment.

Jungkook was desperate.

Jungkook was in pain.

He was exhausted dealing with this on his own because Namjoon had gotten too excited about his own job and forgotten his responsibilities to his hybrid. 

He loved Jungkook as much or more than he loved himself, and that love was definitely stronger than embarrassment or discomfort.

“Hey, it’s ok. Look, if you want me to uh… to help you, you can say that. I can do that. That’s… fine. It’s fine,” Namjoon said, trying and failing to sound confident. “We’re just people with bodies and it doesn’t have to be any different than when you took care of me that time I had the stomach bug–”

“It wasn’t a bug, you partied too hard,” Jungkook forced out.

“Ok well see, point stands… uh…” 

“It’s ok, hyung, it’s not the same…” Jungkook turned his face away. He still hadn’t opened his eyes, not once, and his chest was heaving with sobs he clearly tried to bite back. 

“Do you want me to…”

“It’s ok…”

“Look I don’t mind helping you but I don’t want to do something you don’t want me to do,” Namjoon blurted out, driven by the pain in his stomach over seeing Jungkook like this. “I need you to be really clear. Do you want me to uh, touch you? I mean your uh… your dick. Just to be clear about it,” Namjoon said. Be direct. Be mature. He’s your hybrid, don’t make him feel ashamed about this. That’s what he’d read in all the literature, so why was he being such a wuss now about putting it into practice? It was just a dick. He had one too! “Do you want me to jack you off?”

The whimpered response wasn’t a clear enough answer for Namjoon. Jungkook twisted like he was going to curl onto his side, but he went nowhere. His dick bounced and a few more beads of cum oozed out.

“You have to answer me. I don’t want to–”

“Yes. Yes, hyung… yes, anything… please… just make it stop, it hurts so bad…”

Shy, careful Jungkook so desperate– it was breaking Namjoon’s heart. He hated himself right now for letting this happen. He clung to that through his own embarrassment as he awkwardly sat on the edge of the bed.

“Ok uh… I’ve never um… I’ve never done this to another guy so– but it’s fine,” he said, as if he could sense Jungkook’s sensitivity to any glimpse of embarrassment on his part. “New life skill. I’ll figure it out, just… uh… communicate. Tell me if something is wrong or–”

“Yah, hyung…”

“Or if you want me to do something different…”

Namjoon looked around for the bottle of lube he knew Jungkook would have had; it lay tipped over on the nightstand, empty except for a dollop smeared on the woodgrain. Namjoon scooped it up before realizing it wasn’t lube, not entirely, but– well, it was enough. It would work. And he was just going to have to not be bothered by someone else’s cum right now because, well, it was everywhere. 

Namjoon approached his task as methodically as he could, smearing the lube across his hands before carefully grasping Jungkook’s dick as he would a sore wrist. Except Jungkook hissed, his chest lifting from the bed as more dribbly precum leaked out –enough precum to make up for the deficit in lube. Definitely more precum than Namjoon’s own cock leaked, no matter how hard he was. Hybrid in rut thing apparently…

Namjoon dragged his hand loosely down Jungkook’s dick, gentler than he would handle his own. Even at the light tough, Jungkook whimpered and gasped, hips twitching as his hands fisted in the sheets.

“Harder… hyung–”

“OK ok I just don’t want to hurt you,” Namjoon said, calmly, gently, in total contrast to the way Jungkook whined as Namjoon slid his palm around the swollen, leaky head to gather more of the precum. 

“You won’t.” Jungkook’s voice cracked but there was a solidity to it that hadn’t been there a moment ago.

Namjoon shifted on the bed so he could use both hands, wrapping them around Jungkook’s dick and trying not to compare it to his own. He wasn’t sure it would be a favorable comparison right now. It wasn’t like he’d never seen Jungkook naked before, not in a situation like this, but bunking together, sharing a shower house at summer camp, whatever. This was not what Jungkook had been packing back then. Jungkook back then had been upset to be smaller, embarrassed to be a bunny, but apparently Jungkook was now… a rabbit. 

Yah, was this too much to be thinking about?! He tried to focus instead on nothing.

The way Jungkook trembled as Namjoon twisted his hands and gripped tighter pulled him back from the nostalgia of summer camps gone by. One of Jungkook’s legs moved, knee bending away as if to give Namjoon more room to work. He squeezed at the base of Jungkook’s dick and dragged up this time. It was like pulling a metal flashlight that had been left on too long and was overheated, just on the verge of burning your palm.

The cry Jungkook let out must have been audible through the hotel walls. At first Namjoon pulled his hands away, convinced he’d just broken his hybrid.

“No, hyung, hyung more– don’t–”

He quickly returned his hands and Jungkook cried out and bucked his hips upwards, fucking himself into Namjoon’s hands. Another string of whimpery cries came out and–

Well, if Namjoon was honest deep within the recesses of his mind… it was kind of cool. It was kind of cool to touch someone and have them react so strongly. He’d never heard Jungkook make these noises before –or anyone for that matter. This was apparently more pleasure than he’d ever given a woman… damn. 

He knew a thing or two about yanking his own dick, obviously, and began to apply those now, experimenting to see what would make Jungkook lift off the bed like that. It was less strange to him when he approached it that way, like a backrub just in a private place. Twisting both hands around and around through the lube, up and down, faster and faster certainly did the trick. Jungkook’s broken cries and incoherent words were the only warning Namjoon had before Jungkook’s muscles all clenched at once. Cum erupted like a pot boiling over, not with force but with volume. The sticky white fluid ran over his fingers and down to Jungkook’s stomach and thighs as his body twitched, every muscle still strained as though he was trying to hold himself still. 

“Please,” Jungkook whimpered, “More… it’s more… so good, it’s so good, hyung…” He drew in a deep, gasping breath like he hadn’t had oxygen for hours but was getting closer to the surface. 

Pulling away would be a mess Namjoon wasn’t prepared to deal with yet anyway, so he just kept going. Any sensitivity Jungkook felt at still having active hands dragging around his dick were lost among the noises and motions he’d already been making. It was impossible to tell whether it was good or bad or too good. Namjoon scraped the cum from his knuckles onto the sheets if it got in his way but otherwise slowed his hands to work it up again, the cycle of rest, build, release. 

“Is slow good at all?” he asked, slipping his palm around and around the head. 

“...s’ good,” Jungkook murmured, mouth hanging open in absolute surrender. 

Now they’d come this far, Namjoon found the shakness had left his motion. Why shouldn’t he give a handjob to his poor hybrid when he was rutting and miserable? It was just care like anything else except private in nature. It wasn’t like they were fucking, he was just… just performing a service. He wanted to be a good hybrid owner, so he wanted to be good at this too. There was a point of pride to it, honestly. 

“Ok, what about this?” he asked, making a tight circle with his thumb and forefinger and fucking it quickly down over the ridge while his other squeezed and twisted more slowly at the base.

“Yes yes yes,” Jungkook panted, more cum gushing out as he slid into another anguished cry. Did orgasm hurt right now? Was it pain and pleasure combined? Namjoon was curious… and secretly a little jealous. He wanted to cum that hard someday! At least once in his life.

He cleared his throat and muttered, “Fuck, there’s really a lot in there… no wonder it hurts…”

“It hurts,” Jungkook parroted, breaking off into a throaty moan as Namjoon closed his hands and pumped his whole dick up and down, trying to work out the rest of that orgasm since there hadn’t been as much. His whole dick was still so rigid though. Without even thinking about it, Namjoon scooped his balls up because that’s what he would have done on his own body and worked those into the rub down. The cries Jungkook gave as more cum fountained from the head, more forcefully now, actually made Namjoon shudder. It shocked him into stillness as Jungkook suddenly bucked roughly against his hand. He really wasn’t into guys in any way he’d ever thought of but damn, it was kinda hot, wasn’t it? Or only because he wanted his dick to do that?

“AH, sorry, hyung, sorry fuck!” Jungkook cried, wrapping his hands around Namjoon’s to hold them tight as he jackrabbited through them. The cries, the way Jungkook’s sweat-shiny body curved and bucked, there was something intimately beautiful about it, ropes of cum dashing across his stomach and chest. Broken curses fell from his lips before crackling off into wordless whimpers and gasps. He grabbed and squeezed his own thighs as his back arched off the bed and his knees bent away and Namjoon felt like he was witnessing Jungkook’s entire soul drain out through his dick.

He’d done that to Jungkook.

Honestly, he felt pretty fucking smug about it.

Jungkook’s breathy whines leveled out as he collapsed back against the pillows, red chest heaving. One arm draped over his face.

Fuck, there was so much cum. Namjoon stared with shock at what seemed like an alarming amount. He had always thought he cummed a little too much but by comparison… 

Speaking of comparisons…. Jungkook’s dick settled against his stomach. Namjoon let his hands hover in the air, looking Jungkook over to try and understand where they were at right now. It didn’t look like Jungkook’s dick was going soft yet but maybe it took time? He honestly had no fucking clue anymore. 

“Is that uh… is there any more?” he asked, not totally sure what he was even asking. There could not possibly be any more cum in that dude’s body.

Jungkook didn’t say anything. His breathing was still labored though not as bad as before. He wasn’t whimpering anymore, which seemed like an improvement. But he still had his arm over his face and he still wouldn’t look at Namjoon, and there was the matter of the still-hard dick.

“Little bit more?” Namjoon asked, trying to sound casual. “You can tell me, Jungkooka.” He hesitated, wondering how reassuring he needed to be in a situation like this. “I want you drained so you’re comfortable and relaxed.”

“Hyung…”

“I’m in this with you now,” Namjoon added. “No reason to get shy on me now. If I keep going, think I can get a little more out of you or are you done? I don’t want to hurt you.” Namjoon tried not to listen to his own words. Would Jungkook think he was being too much? He was very much not trying to dirty talk Jungkook, just put him at ease, but the whole situation had him a little dazed himself. No one in their right fucking mind could listen to the noises Jungkook was making and not feel it in their gut, especially when they were the one massaging those noises out.

Embracing the mess, Namjoon shifted one more time, settling between Jungkook’s bent legs. He pressed his hands along Jungkook’s thighs and rubbed up towards his crotch, as if there might be hidden stores of cum in there. He rubbed Jungkook’s lower belly, scraping the puddles of cum out of the way and dragging his fingers against Jungkook’s muscles down south. He scooped Jungkook’s balls again, thumbs pressing around the expanse of skin behind them, not quite all the way to Jungkook’s asshole, though for a second he thought prostate… 

He wouldn’t go there unless he really needed to. For now, Jungkook’s shuddery breath seemed sufficient. He rubbed and squeezed along these paths again, trying to drag any last tension towards Jungkook’s dick –hard but less concerning of a color now. He felt more competent now, grabbing and sliding. He wished there was more lube because the cum was drying but–

Well, make do. He leaned forward and spit a few times to add moisture back in. That worked nicely and let his hands glide around with ease. 

Jungkook had removed his arm from his face, Namjoon noticed. He didn’t comment on it. He could see Jungkook’s dark eyes watching through narrowed slits, like he wouldn’t be noticed. A rough yank made Jungkook’s eyes squeeze shut as a pleasured croak choked from deep in his chest.

“Think I’m getting pretty good at this,” Namjoon muttered to himself proudly. He slid his hand back down beneath Jungkook’s balls, pressing to see if he could still do the prostate thing without suggesting a thumb in his hybrid’s asshole. Jungkook’s hands unfurled from his body like limp spaghetti. The words he said were incoherent but sounded like they were supposed to mean something. “Good, huh? Had a girl do this to me once and it was just like–”

“Shhh.”

Namjoon actually laughed at the shushing but obeyed the request. Probably Jungkook wanted to pretend it was a pretty hybrid girl doing this to him and not have Namjoon’s deep voice break the immersion. He felt the muscles tighten beneath his touch and watched the trembles dash across Jungkook’s flushed skin. Namjoon’s knuckle slid beneath Jungkook’s balls as his other hand pumped Jungkook’s dick from tip to base, slow and tighter. Jungkook’s leg twitched, his foot jerking almost rhythmically with the stroke of his knuckle. 

“Ah, there… bet this will be a deep one,” Namjoon murmured. Jungkook licked his lips but seemed to forget halfway through and just let his mouth hang open. It felt good, Namjoon knew, and was glad Jungkook could finally have some relief after struggling with this for almost two days now. “Yeah, just let it build,” Namjoon said, squeezing a little harder at the base during each stroke. “Hold it in until–”

“Hyung,” Jungkook whined. “Just–”

“Ok ok I’ll be quiet.” Namjoon sighed, but Jungkook couldn’t see. He was just getting into it, ok? He wanted to make sure this was the orgasm to end all orgasms for Jungkook and it could finally break his rut fever and let him enjoy the rest of the trip and assuage Namjoon’s guilt about the whole thing. 

Jungkook’s muscles started to relax. Namjoon wasn’t sure what to take that to mean, but Jungkook hadn’t told him to stop, and his balls were still swollen and hot and his dick was still twitching, so Namjoon kept palming it. The low noise Jungkook let out almost sounded like a pur; he was just relaxing into it, Namjoon realized. Namjoon worked his hands harder, trying to orchestrate every touch and stroke. 

Gradually he increased the tempo and pressure of his hands. Jungkook’s breaths began to fall apart again, rhythm lost. The sighs turned into strained gasps. His eyebrows pinched and he reached up his hand, fingers looking for purchase on a cloth headboard that wouldn’t give him any. He grabbed the pillow instead, and one ear.

“Ah ah ah ah,” he whimpered, tone rising. He pressed his hips down into the bed, tensing beneath Namjoon’s touch. 

Namjoon bit his tongue not to praise him as Jungkook suddenly let out a deep, low strangled groan. Cum squeezed from his dick, milked with every stroke of Namjoon’s fist. He traded his hands over each other, stroking stroking stroking, keeping the motion going to drain every last drop. The strangled noise from Jungkook didn’t even sound human and Namjoon felt a deep envy; he wanted to feel whatever caused that noise. Jungkook’s whole body twisted, like it too was wringing itself out. The cum changed consistency, thinner now, spurts instead of a rush, and then nothing. 

Namjoon stroked several more times until suddenly Jungkook’s hand reached forward. He cried out as he pushed Namjoon’s hands away. For a moment they both just existed, frozen in place. 

Finally Jungkook licked his cracked lips and opened his eyes to slits and groaned out, “I think it’s done… so tired… ah…. Ah, I can breathe…”

“Ok. Good. uh… get some sleep then and shower and then, uh… I’ll see you for dinner maybe or something…”

Namjoon paused but when Jungkook curled onto his side and tucked into the blankets again, he moved out of the way. Already Jungkook looked less flushed and his breathing was calmer, so Namjoon thought he was probably right, it was over. Was it thanks to Namjoon, or were they up against the clock anyway?

Namjoon decided to be proud of himself anyway as he rose from the bed and flexed his stiff, sticky fingers. His arms and hands were coated in cum, some dribble across his pant leg too where he’d been in range. His back was stiff from hunching over. He felt uncomfortable in his own skin and so went straight to the bathroom, stripping down just outside the shower as the water warmed.

It meant something to him that his own dick didn’t get hard until he’d stepped under the water. For him, it gave him the level removed he wanted to feel ok about what he’d just done for his hybrid and sort-of brother. He’d lent a helping hand, that was all, but once his skin was clean and the warm water relaxed his muscles, the concept of pleasure awakened his own body to a need for touch. He felt powerful to draw that pleasure from someone else, even a guy, and he would have liked someone in the shower with him now to return the favor but, alas, it was up to himself.

He didn’t cum quite as good as he’d made Jungkook but good enough. At least it put a cap on his afternoon, unexpected as it had been

***

Jungkook wound up sleeping until the next morning. Namjoon sat on the sofa he’d been sleeping on, eating cereal as he watched British cartoons before he’d need to head to work. He heard the bedroom door open for the first time but only glanced in Jungkook’s direction as the younger man shuffled forward and sat heavily beside him on the couch.

“Hyung…”

“How are you feeling?” Namjoon asked, taking the initiative with his casual greeting. 

Jungkook just nodded and looked down at the ground, ears curled forward and practically over his face as he said quietly, “I’m sorry you had to get involved… I was really desperate…”

“Yeah, I know,” Namjoon assured him. “I’m sorry I let it get like this… I haven’t been paying enough attention with the new job and–”

“It’s my fault. I’m an adult, I should be able to take care of myself, you shouldn’t have to–”

“Well I did, and if you’re feeling better, it was worth it.”

“Can we uh…” Namjoon waited for him to find the courage to ask whatever was on his mind, “Can we never talk about it again?”

Namjoon laughed and nodded, “Yeah, man, we can forget it ever happened. No problem. But don’t feel bad about it, ok? I’d take a bullet for you.”

“Yeah but…”

“I’m just saying. But we don’t have to say anything about it again,” Namjoon assured him, and clapped a hand on him.

“Thanks, hyung.”

“Mm-hm.”

“And hyung… ah… you’re going to take really good care of someone someday…”

Namjoon’s face erupted into a grin as he stammered out, “Thanks, Jungkook. I look forward to it. You too.”

“I didn’t do anything. I just lay there and–”

“Maybe you’ll find a girl who likes that.”

“No girl likes that.”

“Don’t be so sure. Anyway, looks like you showered, are you planning to go with me today?”

“Yeah. Back to normal. Nothing weird going on here.”

“Yep. All’s good,” Namjoon assured him and went to put his dishes in the kitchenette, glad to have Jungkook back. 

[ratherbefangirling]

Save me pt 2

Summary : You choose to save him but will he do the same.

Pairing : Namjoon × Reader

Genre : Yandere,Drama, Royalty AU, Amnesia AU,

Warnings : Yandere behaviour, Betrayal, Slavery, Debt trapping, Making out, plotting, causing physical harm. That's probably it.

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Please note the chronology of this is all over the place. Hope you're not to confused but if so let me know. I will see if I can do something.

And wow this is getting longer than imagined. I might just have the hots for historical AUs... and probably write another part maybe...

Hope you enjoy it.

The city was alive with festivities. Decorated streets filled with drums and dancing. Food and Drinks passed generously among its inhabitants. The Royal Fortress too glittered and gleamed through all the hours of the day.

It was the young prince's first birthday.

Inside one of the palaces Kim Namjoon, the elder half brother and the crown Prince was only four and was pleased with the fact his mother was spending time in his quarters.

"Queen mother." He called for attention.

"Yes, my moon." His mother replied fondly.

"Do I get to see the baby?" He asked curious about the brother every one was talking about.

His mother's smile faltered. She took in a deep breath tired all of a sudden.

"You mustn't love him, my moon. .. he is not your brother but an usurper." His mother warned.

Namjoon nodded dutifully to see his mother's smile return to her.

During the festivities he got to see the cute baby in the cradle but he only looked at it when he was sure no one was looking.

Namjoon didn't understand his mother's worries, the baby did nothing but drool and smile and sob.

Later his mother had been exiled in her own palace for allegedly harming the Prince where she'd died not even six months later.

Namjoon never considered Taehyung a threat. Taehyung was a lone wolf inside the palace because he was a powerless concubines child no one really sought his favor except those who had an agenda against Namjoon.

And really Namjoon avoided unnecessary bloodshed and Taehyung would never have faced the sharp end of his blade had he continued to live quietly as he had so far, had he not coveted what was his.

Had he not achieved what Namjoon kept failing at.

Making you smile.

The palace was preparing for an annual matchmaking festival. It had been some days since you had discovered about him. He had confined you in his residence 'so you stay safe' as he left to monitor his military base which took longer than anticipated.

[ P R E V I O U S L Y ]

Namjoon carefully placed your form on the bed. You had thinned considerably. He frowned he had made sure Jimin didn't overwork you. He'd have to ask about that.

His eunuch stood behind him sweating in worry

"Your highness. The foreign delegates are asking you. The crown princesses family is here. Please I beg you return to the banquet. After all its time for the proests to give you there blessings."

As if they would, the priests were greedy and liked showing of their power to even hold the king as a puppet. Still he had to go.

Soon, he whispered to himself.

He was going to spend the day making up to you.

He is met with Jin on the way.

"Where's my sister your majesty?" He asks breathless.

"She is in my Chambers. Go back now."

"B-but.."

"I am being patient right now. I am the crown prince it will do you well if remember that if you ever want to meet her." Jin bowed his head in apology and Namjoon left without glancing back.

Jin trudged to the side of his mistress.

A person who was nothing less than a devil.

"You are back." She noted drinking the sake without even blinking her eyes. The crowd of her immediate circle had thinned.

"She's with his majesty." Jin informs her.

"You should focus on me. My brother can take care if her." As if she hadn't almost ended his life a moment ago.

"With all due respect. I dont trust your brother." He spat out in his anger.

Yoonji laughed amused. He was so pure, so simple, so pretty her puny guard.

"That's a wise decision. " She turned to look at the entertainment.

"By the way wipe your neck the blood has clotted." Jin resisted the urge to scoff.

When Yoonji had overheard him asking to meet you later. She had asked him to come close all pretence of a good mood disappearing and caught his neck. So the nail claws she had worn dug into his skin.

"Do you think just because you're a fake you can do whatever you feel like and go of fooling of with other women."

"Your highness she's not an other woman." Yoonji had pressed her nail deeper drawing blood.

"She's my sister." All of Yoonji's rage disappeared with those magic words.

"Go then but come back soon." She said calming suddenly and loosening the hold on his neck.

"Thank you your grace." That had been that.

Yoonji's nail Jewellery visualisation pic 💅 to be fair hers is more sharp and darker maybe with lot of gemstones

You lay on a very soft bed, refusing to open your eyes you glided your hands across the smoothest fabric you had the honor of touching.

"Are you up beautiful?" The deep familiar voice asked.

You whined the last vestiges of sleep making you drowsy. Which made sense because you hadn't eaten properly with the stress of going to the palace added to your previous insomnia.

"m gon sleep more no good sleep." You mumble mouth pressed onto the pillow.

"Wake up beautiful or you'll have a stomach ache."

"Mmh." You respond with no intention to leave the bed.

Someone pulls away the blanket.

"Y/n darling. Please wake up. "

You slowly blink sleep of your lids.

Arms wrapping around each other shivering. A coat is wrapped around you.

Finally you look up to see the person who ruined the best sleep you have had in a long time.

"Joon."

Namjoon is pleased to finally have your attention.

"You're awake now. Have some food. I had them make your favourites."

It's then you realised you are in an unfamiliar place. You realise you've been kidnapped by your ex lover in a. ... a very luxurious place.

"I dont want to eat." Your stomach grumbles in response.

"Don't be like this y/n huh? See this is all your favourite food I had the chefs make."

"I told you I don't want to eat. Please leave me alone. Infact let me go."

"I know you are mad at me but its not the foods fault. Is it that you want me to feed you because you're not feeling well. You should have said so " He brings food towards you and you look away.

He sucks his cheeks in anger.

"Y/n." There is warning in his tone but you refuse to look at him.

Throwing away the bowl of rice to the floor.You flinch. A servant comes in to clean the mess.

"My darling is being fussy. I'm sorry for troubling you." He says not taking his eyes of you.

"No worries , your majesty." The servant replies quickly scurrying away.

There's silence for a while. He is going to say something when a knock on the door interrupts him.

"Come in."

" Your majesty, Guard Jin is here." The head eunuch says.

Your ears perk up and gears in your head churn.

"You're a ... Prince." You gasp.

"I'm glad you finally got to know... please understandI didn't leave you of my own will."

"Jin.. Jin is here."

"And I'm going to send him back." You clasp his hands.

"Joon please let me see him. Please." He smiles at you adoring, running a hand over your hair.

"If he were anyone but your brother I would be so jealous... but he's only going to be here as long as you eat. The moment you stop it's time over beautiful." You nod you had to see your brother. Placing a kiss on your forehead he gestures the eunuch.

The door opens to reveal your brother. Before he can say anything Namjoon interrupts. "She's still week, bear in mind she needs to eat and rest." Jin nods in understanding.

"Are you alright y/nie?"

"I'm so relieved to see you safe and sound."

"I missed you too sister."

"But how did all this happen?" You ask.

"We can talk about that later once you're well and not on the verge of fainting." Namjoon interrupts.

"But.!" You speak out.

"He's right. We will tell you everything once your better for now. Take care of yourself and build your strength, ok."

You nod choosing to keep go of the topic for now.

Your brother leaves after a while. You avoid Namjoon's gaze and focus on the food.

Namjoon notes your behaviour displeased but decides to not aggravate you.

"Baby, I'm sorry for leaving you alone on our wedding day." He says.

You bite your lip, anger rising.

"At least you know what mistake you made." You respond curtly.

He sighs.

"Baby will you please look at me?" He asks.

"I'm sorry I can't, I need time." You respond.

"Alright if that's what you want. I'm leaving tomorrow morning and it will be a while before I come back hope you're feeling better than."

You dont respond.

He sighs and pressing a kiss on your forehead leaves the room.

Leaving you alone for two weeks had been almost unbearable but risking you running away if he took you away was something he decided against. Maybe one day when you accepted your new life.

Now you were observing the decorating and planning required by the festival. Since once you became his consort it would be one of your jobs. It was regrettable that he had a lot of paperwork from the delay cutting his already limited time short with you. Beside him Yoonji commanded the servants, making sure all was in order.

He could see how you had hidden away from Yoonji, who was amused but not surprised. She was a princess and you were a peasant. A dime a dozen if not for Namjoon's interest but she had to admit that you siblings did have superior genes managing to catch the eyes of the most love starved people in the entire nation.

Taehyung stumbled on the scene, curious about the fresh face people claimed to be his brothers lover. You were being taught the ceremonial dance and were finding it very difficult. He could see that you were close to tears after constant chastisement from your etiquette instructor.

He decides to help.

"Ladies if I may provide my assistance." He introduces to the group.

You look at him wide eyed.

"My lady, please allow me."

Dancing together is better than dancing alone, you realise and it helps greatly that your partner is a seasoned dancer.

"Thank you mister"

"Its my pleasure that I got to dance with a beautiful lady even before the festival started."

"Uh can I know you're name?"

"Kim Taehyung." A voice behind you answers coated in thinly veiled anger.

"Good Morning to you too Hyungnim" Taehyung replies.

Namjoon wraps his arm around your waist.

"You look like you have too much free time, Is the general not working you enough or are you goofing off again?"

"You wound me hyungie"

"When I wound you Taehyung-ah I assure you you will know it."

Taehyung only grinned in response. You couldn't imagine any scenario where you would grin if Namjoon said something like that to you.

"Come on." Joon said tugging you.

"Oh Noona!" Taehyung unfazed as ever rushed to annoy his sister.

"Oh no Kim Taehyung I have to much work to be doing to entertain you, go... go play with someone else."

"But you're my favourite."

"As if I will fall for your tricks after last time. Begone and bother someone else."

Anger radiated off his form and the wrist he was clutching would probably leave a bruise.

He opened a random door revealing a storehouse stacked with grains, pushing you against one such piles he devoured your lips in a hungry kiss, biting your lower lip that it bled. Your wrist were pinned using one off hid hands the other pressing you to him as he started kissing your jaw, your neck , your collarbone where ultimately he left a mark. You were flustered with the ferocity of his passion, his eyes bypassing with desire for you had always soothed your heart, not everyone showed love the same way and he was a Prince that must be why he wasn't open with his affection, right?

"Dont..don't ever allow another man to touch you because I will chop his hands off..." He warns and embraces you. "You're mine, only mine."

His mother's warning echoed in his head. It was a shame really.

Min Yoonji was often bored of harem politics, as a teenager after the death of the dowager empress she had been thrust into the world because her mother too had passed away birthing her.

It was a place where poison was served with every smile. She came out on top of the blood war.

Even Lim Jiwon the crown princess was below her because she was a foreigner. Yoonji supposes she could fight Jiwon but the young girl was terribly stupid. Namjoon and his world would eat Jiwon alive.

Namjoon too favoured her though they had fought terribly as kids. They both had developed a taste for power and weren't shy to achieve it in any way possible. Perhaps this trait was why they chose to be allies.

That was also why Namjoon let her choose a husband.

On a summer evening when she had been enjoying watching the imperial sword training. She saw Jimin. She decided she would have him.

So without preamble she barged into Namjoon's quarter.

"Park Jimin.I want him." She announced to Namjoon who didn't look up from his plans.

This didn't phase Yoonji at all.

"And why sister dearest should I give you him?"

"I'm not asking you Kim Namjoon. I'm telling you." Yoonji says plucking a grape and putting it in her mouth. "And you do sound like you wouldn't need someone to manage your harem. You do know no one can enter the harem without my permission."

Namjoon sighs exasperated. "Do what you will."

"Thank you brother." She says giving a smile that could have fooled every one. She kisses Joon's cheek in gratitude.

"If you were better I'd call you the best brother." She says and leaves as abruptly as she came.

Jung Hoseok entered from behind the divider.

"Is it really OK for her to treat you like this your majesty?" He asks.

"It's Yoonji. This is how she is." Namjoon explains. Not noticing the frown on Hoseok's face.

"Let's get back to what I asked you to do you have new information."

Namjoon had disappeared and Yoonji had to play a game for pretend for months before he returned back.

Explaining his absence in the court was becoming harder by the day excuses fizzing out.

It gave Kim Taehyung, the concubines child a perfect path to the crown.

After all Namjoon wasn't just anyone but a crown prince. The emperor lay at his death bed only worsened the balance of the crown.

Until one day as swiftly as he had disappeared he showed up.

Yoonji had been relieved and then threw the ink bottle at his face.

"You better compensate me for overworking me." She had threatened.

"Ofcourse but for now I need another favour. Its urgent."

"What else? Do you not deem it necessary to give an explanation first."

"I promise Min Yoonji I will explain everything. For now send for Park Jimin."

Then he had hatched the plan for you to work in the Park household while he started the path to clean up the palace and explain his aides all that happened.

When Yoonji first saw you. She understood what captivated Namjoon. It was because you has everything Namjoon lacked. Softness, empathy and maybe the worst of them all love.

Maybe it was the poison of being a noble that it killed feelings like love adoration and trust. Feelings didn't last in the palace.

And that was why they were at the top but humans greedy as they are crave what they can't have and so he was going to consume you until the last drop of life escaped you.

What a pity but atleast Yoonji wouldn't be bored anymore. With Namjoon's lover in the palace there was going to be bloodshed but Yoonji was always partial to the color crimson.

Jiwon sat embroidering on the silk she had recieved, finishing the last touches before presenting it to Yoonji. Who had requested for the cloth.

For what reason Jiwon couldn't fathom but she couldn't deny Yoonji and risk loosing her favor.

Lim Jiwon was furious that the crown prince refuses to see her. For weeks all her requests to visit him had been disproved either by the prince or Yoonji. To top it off, as soon as the prince returned, the rumors that he had taken a woman from his birthday celebrations to warm his bed spread like plague in the palace.

She is aware how little the Prince cares about her but if another woman bears his child before Jiwon. His trust or respect or the seat of the empress would be farther away from her.

On top of that her value in her own household might decrease and they might just abandon her for more better investments.

She wonders who the wench is who secured a space in his bed before the crown princess herself especially because of his flawless reputation. Which had even dissuaded Jiwon from trying to seduce him. She was young and charming and beautiful and that was why she was put ad the candidate for crown princess. How dare that wench. Still Jiwon was all but aware, the royal court was only for the ambitious, no weakness survived and that was why Min Yoonji freely ruled the high society.

People of the High society were worse than thief and beggars.

She instructed her aide to find out more about that person and more importantly if she was really a threat or not.

"Send this to Princess Yoonji." She tells one of the maids.

Stretching out her limbs. She paints back the foolish smile on her face.

"Did the Prince send anything?" She asks.

The maids stay quiet. Her smile falters for a moment.

"Bring out my dress." She instructs her maids. "It's time to get ready for the festival."

You were taken into Yoonji's quarters. They were more artfully decorated than Namjoon's.

Yoonji instructed her maids to bring out the dresses. She was going to give some to you since you couldn't stay here without owning somewhat decent clothes. As for jewellery he had permitted her to pick out something from the royal collection. She was going to take some foe herself afterall there's nothing like too much wealth.

A maid interrupts them.

"Your grace, The princess has sent a gift for you."

"Bring it in."

Yoonji removes the cloth covering the present which reveals the embroidered piece.

Yoonji suppresses a smirk.

This was going to be fun.

"Bring out all the seamstresses from the capital, the Kings lover deserves better than a hand me down. "

There's hustle bustle in the castle but the storm is yet to come.

I'm curious do you guys like the yandere winning or not?

So this is going to be a three part series lol sorry but I was coerced I to writing a 2nd part so it's not my fault.

Hope you're having a good day 💗

Masterlist : @mwitsmejk

[minisugakoobies]

Hi sweetie!

Only if u feel like it 👉👈 and because I love your stories. So in my real life I got cheated on.. so I need something to distract me. (Don't worry he was an a$$) Anyway can u recommend some f*ckboy stories? Something dirty and good? Please and thank you. ILYSM

#thirstyafanon lol

First of all, thirsty af anon, I agree that guy was an ass & not worth your time!

So I asked a few of my friends for their favorite fuckboi fics, to add to my own list, just to make sure I gave you plenty to distract you! In some of these, the author explicitly labels the character as a fuckboi; in others, they just strike me as one.

All of these suggestions are M (18+). Please check them out and be sure to give the authors your love! 💕

Namjoon:

New Guy by @kithtaehyung

Hooked by @joopiterjoon

Seokjin:

Crystallised by @floralseokjin

Danger by @xjoonchildx

Fire & Desire by @joonbird

Yoongi:

Tsundere by @dovechim

The Dinner Party by @lamourche

Hoseok:

Holiday Inn by @bangtanintotheroom

Enemy by @btssmutgalore

Jimin:

Peaches and Cream by @snackhobi

If I Were You, I'd Do Me Too by @/bangtanintotheroom

Taehyung:

Hush, Yeah? by @/kithtaehyung

Enemy by @/btssmutgalore

Jungkook:

Ego by @suga-kookiemonster (also features the Hoe chronicles, which have amazing Taehyung and Yoongi entries)

Matchmaker by @bonvoyagenoona

Popular-ish by @hansolmates

Bad Influence by @noteguk

[yoongisleftshoulder]

BTS Reacts: Hospital!AU Staff BTS Plays Matchmaker for Yoongi & Hoseok

A/N: Sorry if the title is a little awkward, I struggled with how to keep it more concise.

Seokjin:

Medical asisstant Jin wasn't blind to the fact that you had a huge crush on another medical asisstant, Yoongi. In fact, he often teased you about it, questioning often when you were going to finally ask him out. He saw how your eyes lit up any time you would mention his name or see his face, like true happiness released from you each moment you were around your crush. One day, Jin had enough waiting for you to muster up the courage to ask Yoongi on a date and came up with his own plan. He asked both of you, seperately and unknowingly, if you would meet him for lunch in the employee cafeteria. Little did either of you know, Jin would not be showing his face. You and Yoongi arrived at the same time, saying your hellos and chatting about your days and other random things, a little bit of awkwardness passing between you. Several times, you caught Yoongi trying to steal glances at you, quickly looking away when you noticed, making you blush. After a few minutes, both of your phones pinged at the exact same time. Jin had sent the same text to both of you.

To be Cont. Below....

Yoongi:

"Have fun you two! ;)"

You couldn't help but feel mortified when Yoongi spoke up, making you realize that Jin had sent him that text as well.

"Well....I guess it's just us today." Yoongi broke the silence.

"Right....." You were suddeny very unsure of what to say, opting to instead shuffle your feet over to begin ordering your food.

"Not that I'm complaining." Yoongi quickly added.

You eyes widened, caught off guard, mind blanked out.

"I've been wanting to talk with you privately. Would you....would you want to go out on a date with me? Saturday night?"

"Oh! Of course!" You said a little too loud for your own liking.

Yoongi simply nodded and smiled at you. God, that smile.

Namjoon:

Going to work and getting through every day as a CNA at a busy hospital in the city wasn't easy. However, Namjoon found it even more painful to watch you awkwardly wave and stumble over your own feet when your crush, LPN Jung Hoseok came around. He always thought he was the clumsy one until he watched you take out a potted plant and lose a shoe just to go over and say hi, ultimately freezing up anyway. One day, Namjoon decided he about had it. If you weren't brave enough to make the first move, he was. He waltzed up to Hoseok the next time he saw him and straight up asked him what he thought of you. The way Hoseok immediately became a nervous blushing mess who couldn't form a complete sentence despite his prestigious job title told him all that he needed to know.

To be Cont. Below.....

Hoseok:

Hoseok swore that he could physically feel the tips of his ears turning red, burning with embarassment. He himself had been hiding the fact that he had a huge crush on you. Suddenly being confronted about it by someone who wasn't you caught him off guard. He struggled to come up with a full sentence let alone an explanation before Namjoon filled in his blanks.

"Look, Y/N likes you. A lot. Ask her out! Trust me, they'll say yes." With that, Namjoon walked away, shaking his head.

Hoseok was left there wide-eyed and still feeling blank. He never expected you to have the same feelings that he did. After he managed to collect himself and gather his thoughts into more rational and organized beings, he booked it to where he assumed you would be, ready to change his life for the better. Sure enough, you were having a one-sided argument with the wonky vending machine on the third floor, scolding it for eating your money.

"Hey...." Hoseok greeted you, almost too quiet to hear.

"Oh! Hi!" A smile beamed on your face, quickly disappearing when you remembered what you were just doing.

"Did it take your dollar?"

"Yes....again." You let out an exasperated sigh.

"Here, take this."

Hoseok fumbled in his pockets, pulling out another dollar bill, putting it into the machine.

"See, the trick is that you just gotta...." He trailed off, shaking the machine to the right, then kicking the bottom. "And voila! Snack away!"

"Thank you so much!"

"It's no problem."

An awkward moment of silence passed, leaving Hoseok unsure of how to proceed.

"So...whaddya say we get something more filling after our shift? Like....maybe that new ramen shop on the corner? We could go together."

You swore you could see rays of sunshine radiating off of him.

"I'd like that. I'd like that a lot."

Jimin:

The friendship between you and Jimin had begun after you started working as a physician at the same hospital he practiced at. As an already well experienced in the field, he took you under his wing. Two years had passed since you met each other when a new employee joined the team; his name was Min Yoongi. Almost right away, you were head over heels for him. Any chance you got, you were chatting with him or accompanied him to the cafe for lunch and other snacks. After a few months, you and Yoongi were practically joined at the hip.

"So....explain again why you don't just ask him out?" Jimin questioned you for the millionth time.

"Oh, come on, Jimin. I don't think he likes me like that, as much as one can dream."

Jimin stopped in his tracks and stared at you.

"What?"

"Yoongi is with you basically 24/7. I even saw him give you his last granola bar the other day and you know if it was anyone else he would've smacked their hand away. Plus, he's come in several times tired as hell because he stayed awake longer than he should've because he was busy texting you. That man doesn't joke around with his sleep. I say go for it! I've got a date with my girlfriend on Friday night, why don't we double date?"

"You think he really feels the same way?" Your mind was racing.

"I'm willing to bet my job on it. Do it!....Before I do." Jimin winked at you and walked away as he noticed Yoongi approaching.

"Hi, Yoongi!" You face lit up, contrasting your clammy hands.

"Hi, sweetheart. Having a good day so far?" Yoongi asked.

Sweetheart? That's it, you were doing it.

"So.....I was wondering something."

"What's that?" One of his eyebrows quirked up.

"Jimin has a date with his girlfriend on Friday and was looking to double date so......would you want to go with me? As....my date?"

That gummy smile that made your heart grow two sizes bigger appeared on his face.

"Sure, I would love to."

"Okay, great! I'll text you the details later!"

As smoothly as you possibly could, you shot him an award winning smile before twisting around and heading off to continue working, thoughts running wild as you couldn't believe you finally asked out the man of your dreams.

Taehyung:

Becoming a liscenced sonographer with your childhood best friend, Taehyung, was no easy feat. What made it ten times more difficult, in your mind, was having a huge crush on Jung Hoseok, who worked in the hospital as a lab tech. The two of you had gotten close, sure, but neither of you ever mustered up the courage to ask one another out. It was extremely obvious to your best friend that the feelings were mutual and he did his best to hype you up when he found himself alone with Hoseok. He constantly was finding a way to turn a conversation to be about you or how you were single and looking, only ever earning a stammering Hoseok with bright red blush sweeping across his cheeks. It was amusing to Taehyung how nervous and love-sick both of you were. One day, when a small staff made party was announced to be taking place on the weekend, Taehyung saw an opportunity. First, he invited you to go with him, not even mentioning that he would be asking your crush next. Once you agreed, he made his move to ask Hoseok. Tae couldn't help but smile when the first thing he asked was "Will Y/N be there?".

The night of the party came, you and Taehyung riding there together. The moment you stepped inside, you felt slightly embarrassed about how you started looking for Hoseok so quick. It didn't take long until you spotted him. You tugged Tae's sleeve, signaling him to follow you. Hoseok's eyes lit up with joy when he made eye contact with you. Everyone greeted each other and started mindlessly talking about the party and how it was going when suddenly your best friend said that he had to step away, leaving you alone with the man you admired. Your hands started fidgeting with themselves as he looked at your face closely.

"You okay?" Hoseok wondered.

"Yeah, just...anxious."

"Anxious? Is the party too much? We could go to that new restaurant down the road instead!" Hoseok's eyes widened, surprised by his own boldness. "I mean, if you want to! I just heard the food is really good! We could um....Taehyung can come with us!"

Before you could respond, Taehyung returned.

"I'm okay here, you two go by yourselves!" Your best friend winked at you before exiting your presence once more.

Jungkook:

Life as an EMT was confusing but the one thing that Jungkook found to be even worse was thinking of a way how to set you, his best friend, up with his co-worker, Min Yoongi. The three of you often hungout together during game nights at your place on the weekends and it was hard to miss the way you ogled at him. Yoongi had brought up to Jungkook before that he thought you were cute but couldn't bring himself to ask you out because of his nerves. Every game night, it was almost as if he was third-wheeling it between you and your crush so one week, he had an idea. He simply wouldn't show up this time, leaving the two of you alone.

At first, it was a little awkward between you and Yoongi, unused to being alone with him in somewhere as intimate as your own home. The feeling washed away quickly and before you knew it, the two of you were carrying on playing games together like nothing was different. Time was lost and neither of you noticed that you had been playing for hours, until you checked your phone, seeing a text from Jungkook asking how your night was going. Your eyes widended when you saw that the clock read to be 2am. Your attention was torn away from your phone when Yoongi shouted in distress, hands in the air with a grip still on his controller.

"Yah! You made us lose because you had to check your phone!" Yoongi teased. "Gah," He pinched the bridge of his nose. "you're lucky you're cute, you know."

Yoongi didn't fully realize what he had said until he met your gaze that was locked onto his face.

"Oh, I uh, I didn't mean-"

"It's okay, Yoongi, I think you're cute too. I have for a while and honestly, I think Jungkook did this on purpose."

"That schemey little shit....Well, I can't say I'm mad at him for it."

"Me either....so....would you want to go out tomorrow? For dinner?" You couldn't believe the words were finally coming out of your mouth.

"I'd love to." A wide, gummy smile grew across Yoongi's face. He was about to add something else before he was interrupted by his own phone buzzing.

Jungkook: "You crazy kids having fun or do I have to not show up again?"